#I feel like I become more unhinged with each new part coming out

[tempo-takoyaki]

Heaven Official's Blessing except I haven't read the book, remember nothing of the donghua, and saw a few spoilers.

Here is the third part ! As always, please, no spoilers in the replies or in the reblogs! I read all the tags, and I intend on reading the novels once I'm done with this serie. Spoilers includes character's names or role in the story.

(Trigger warning here for slight mentions of necrophilia. It's only implied, but better safe than sorry.)

Hope you enjoy !

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[unclewaynemunson]

It takes a while before Eddie catches up to what’s happening. It’s subtle, really, an untold story in slightly averted gazes and barely-visible scowls. But he starts paying extra attention to it when he catches Steve resolutely facing the other way when they pass a storefront with a couple of mirrors in it. From that moment, it doesn’t take long before Eddie notices the pattern, the way Steve meticulously avoids basically every reflective surface like it’s becoming a second nature for him.

When he finally asks Steve about it, Eddie sees how his face drops, and he kind of wishes he hadn’t brought it up. It pains him to see Steve like that.

‘I just - I don’t really recognize myself, anymore,’ Steve says. ‘I know it’s really fucking superficial, but I used to be this hot dude, you know. The guy everyone wanted to be with. And now I’m just some guy, with glasses and hearing aids and a belly and a retreating hairline, and a gross scar around his neck.’

Eddie can actually feel his heart shrink in his chest. He hates this for Steve. He wants to make clear to his boyfriend exactly how beautiful he still is, not despite, but exactly because of all the things he just mentioned.

'Those things can still go together, you know,’ he says, playfully shoving his shoulder against Steve’s, pressing a quick kiss against the scar on his neck. ‘If you ask me, you’re still the hottest dude in all of Hawkins. You’ll always be.’

And slowly, a smile starts creeping over Steve’s face. ‘You sure about that?’

Eddie nods, not looking away. ‘Hundred percent.’

Since that day, Eddie starts keeping a stack of post-its and a pen in the bathroom. Every night before he goes to bed, he sticks a new note on the bathroom mirror: “I love the color of your eyes.” “I love your soft tummy.” “Your hearing aids make you look like a sexy cyborg.” “Did you know your nose looks biteable AF?” “Your moles are more beautiful than any constellation.” The stream of compliments is endless, but not once does Eddie have to make an effort to come up with something new.

And that’s how the mirror stops being Steve’s enemy. Because ever since the first note, it’s become his new favorite thing to look in the mirror, the very first thing he wants to do when he wakes up in the morning. The messages always manage to surprise him, tirelessly keep pointing out new things about him, always in the most Eddie-ish way possible: funny, sweet, unhinged, caring, horny, genuine... And always so full of love. The one thing he can always count on.

But one morning, a day after he and Eddie got into a heated fight with each other, Steve steps into the bathroom with dread clawing at his stomach. He knows the mirror will be empty. Eddie was so fucking angry at him last night.

Unexpectedly, he does spot a note, a purple post-it with Eddie’s handwriting on it. He feels the overwhelming urge to cover his eyes, because this time, there will be something mean on it, no doubt. Eddie will tear apart what used to be the best part of Steve’s day with one single sentence. He steps closer, swallows, gets ready to face the music.

“I’m still mad at you but godDAMN why do you look so fucking HOT when you’re shouting at me that’s fucking unfair.”

Steve stares at the note for a full five minutes before taking it off the mirror and adding it to his ever-growing post-it collection. He’s completely overwhelmed by the love Eddie showed him even while he was angry. By the certainty behind that simple gesture. The unwavering commitment in Eddie’s actions.

Steve wakes Eddie up with a kiss and a cup of coffee. They talk it out, like they always do, and he buys a ring for Eddie the next day.

[lost-in-fandoms]

So, yeah.

I'm kinda obsessed with your dick piercing ficlet. And I'm absolutely unhinged about Daniel having one. I was thinking about it today (and yesterday and all week to be honest).

And this is what was happening in my mind:

What if Daniel doesn't have a dick piercing until he retires? Hear me out: He and Max has hooked up multiple times (not as many as Daniel wanted) through the years. It was hot, amazing, mind-blowing sex but both of them didn't want any more serious than sex (both of them are liars; they want more but are scared of wanting more).

So yeah, life happens, McLaren happens, Daniel struggles with self-esteem and they stop hooking up but they're (best) friends. Max has in good authority Daniel does not have a dick piercing. Just a normal, good, pretty great at sex dick.

But then... Retirement!

Daniel starts doing the things he couldn't really do while racing: eating whatever he wants, sleeping when he wants, travel without worrying about training or having meetings. He starts a thousand new hobbies, sticks with some of them. Starts a list of things he wants to do and forgets about F1 for a while. He and Max text regularly, sending each other memes and photos but Daniel feels like they're a bit desynchronized since they're in different moments of their life (Max still racing, Daniel not wanting to know anything about racing).

So yeah, Daniel goes to LA, has a blast with his friends, gets drunk and gets a dick piercing because someone mentioned about having one, and he always kind of wanted a piercing but didn't think much about it since it wasn't easy to have one while racing.

He gets one and then kind of forgets about the piercing, just becomes part of him. So, 2025. After summer break, he decides to go to a race (Austin, maybe?) and he gets to see Max and one thing led to another and they start kissing in the hotel room and Daniel missed Max so much he can't think straight and then Max pushes him to the bed, asking Daniel to get naked and Daniel complies because Max giving him orders is hot as fuck.

And he shimmies up the bed, ass in the air, just to make Max laugh and then he flops on his back and sees Max just staring, like laser-staring at his dick.

And then Max's voice cracks like he's a teenager again.

"It's that a dick piercing?"

And yes, yes it is. Max's eyes go hungry and the sex is always hot, amazing, mind-blowing with him but now it's something else. It's Max relearning a part of him, becoming greedy about this little secret, talking after about this year and what's going to happen.

And Daniel talks and talks and tells Max he's thinking about another tattoo maybe and Max is like "let me be there when you get a new one, I want to see" and Daniel says "do you want to choose my new tattoo?" And Max says yes.

And Daniel asks "do you want to come to Perth? Just for a little while". And Max says yes.

ANON DHSJBJSHDSJHDBKSDKS

this is incredible and i love you and your brain NO NOTES YES YES YES

[that-of-the-devil]

Pennywise X reader headcanons

Warnings/contains: mentions of feeling ill, mentions of pennywise hunting and feeding off of fear, themes of voyeurism, claws, teeth

Reader: gender neutral

A/n: this is just off the top of my head and I may end up adding to it

SFW

His scent definitely changes depending on who he’s around and how he feels about them. When he’s hunting, he changes it depending on the persons fear but most often he smells sickly sweet, like the feeling of eating too many sweet treats and becoming ill. His scent changes a lot when getting to know you, sometimes he’s a warm, fresh popcorn scent, other times an almost spicy, fiery scent.

On the topic of scent, he loves how you smell, his senses are incredibly heightened and yet he still can’t get enough of you. Loves burying his face into you and taking in your body heat and the way you smell.

Continuing from that..he’s just fascinated by the human body and loves to study you- for lack of a better word.

Pennywise is very tetchy about his hair, he likes when you touch it but, almost like a cat, he gets pissy if you touch it the wrong way or pull at any knots.

He’s very heavy on physical contact..once he’s brave enough to touch you and realises you wont fall apart. He loves if you lay on top of him so that he can just wrap his arms around you and bury his face into your neck. Sometimes he gets so carried away that he grows extra arms just to keep you wrapped up.

Similar to the changes in his scent, his temperature changes too. For those afraid of him, he’s either freezing cold or burning hot depending on what would gain the most reaction out of them. When he’s with you, his temperature adapts to whatever’s best for you but sometimes he can’t help himself from overheating.

NSFW

Both of you are too scared of anything serious at first for the fear of him quite literally snapping you in half. But like I said, he enjoys studying you and that includes watching you during me time.

Gets a little unhinged at the sight and smell of you. Can and will finish just from watching you without touching himself.

Once you’re both brave enough, he tries his best to be slow and gentle despite his entire body yearning to just take you. The second he realises that you’re fine, he’s absolute chaos, he can barely contain or control himself. He’s sloppy and messy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The more you get comfortable with each other, the more you see the monstrous parts of him, his claws and teeth coming out to play when he gets a bit too riled up.

He also comes up with a million ideas, wanting to pleasure you in any way that he can. And who would you be to deny that? He gets especially excited over the thought of using his mouth on you.

Continuing from that, he occasionally shape-shifts into your crushes, fictional or not. He loves the way you get giddy over a new face..and then just as giddy again when he goes back to his clown form.

He soon realises that your pleasure is another form of food to him. It’s a mere snack in comparison to the meal of fear, but he could never be too full for you.

Sometimes he’s almost submissive in the way that he acts, grovelling and begging for you/your attention. He gets especially needy if you haven’t seen him in a while.

Other times, he’s in total command, wanting complete control of you and your body. You get just as needy as he does sometimes and he loves it, adores when you squirm and beg for him.

[zorrasucia]

this mess was yours (now your mess is mine) - Part 2

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (4.8k)

Tags: Smut, Set two(ish) years before the present aka the New York years, Porn with a little plot, Fluff, Friends with Benefits, Virgin!Carmy (my beloved), P in V Sex, Rough Sex (at Reader's request), Oral Sex (M receiving), Fingering, Period Sex, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Summary:

It had become a habit for both of you, being able to come home to someone who asked about your day and then fucked you senseless. It was unpredictable and messy but that was part of the appeal. You didn't see yourself quitting any time soon.

"Hey," Carmy greeted you. 

You had knocked frantically on his door until he opened. Maybe it was unhinged behavior on your part, considering it was almost midnight but you were too riled up to care.

"Hey," you replied, walking inside and closing the door behind you. You pushed him against the wall with one hand, the other holding a couple of books. You kissed him hard, shoving your tongue inside his mouth, grinding your entire body against his.

"Fuck," Carmy brought you closer by the waist.

"Brought you some books," you waved them in front of his face and threw them on the couch carelessly, using both hands now to pin Carmy's wrists above his head.

"You don't need to keep giving me books, you know? I feel like you're paying me," Carmy joked breathily, following your lead, pliant under your touch. Perhaps you had taken him by surprise or he actually liked you taking charge, either way you were having fun.

"Oh, but it's okay when you bring me black truffle gnocchi?" you retorted. 

He was keeping you well fed and well fucked.

"Those are leftovers. It's different," he argued.

"Well, I get a discount. Don't be difficult, Carm, just take them," you buried your face in the crook of his neck, kissing the moles and freckles he had on his skin. You exhaled and he shivered. "We're friends, right?"

"Sure," he panted.

"Friends can give each other presents," you rationalized. One of your hands let go of his wrist to tug at his hair. He moaned low.

"I just-" Carmy turned to look at you, suddenly very serious. "I can't do more than this, whatever this is. I don't want to fuck you over."

You hadn't put a name on it - friends with benefits was the closest thing you could come up with. It had become a habit for both of you, being able to come home to someone who asked about your day and then fucked you senseless. It was unpredictable and messy but that was part of the appeal. You didn't see yourself quitting any time soon.

"I can't do more than this, either," you replied honestly. You soothed his sides under his t-shirt. "It's all good, Carmy."

"I just-" his brows furrowed in worry.

"Hey. We're friends, it's just sex, nothing more," you cupped his face, caressing his jaw. "Are we good?"

He exhaled and nodded, his curls tickling your forehead.

"We're good," he smiled and kissed you, mouth open, cock half hard inside his trousers.

"Now can you please fuck me against the wall?" you asked.

Carmy gave you a wicked smile. "Yes, ma'am."

He grabbed your waist and manhandled you, your back to the wall. He kissed your neck and tugged your jeans down in swift succession. You kicked off your underwear and pulled down his trousers, just enough to free his cock.

"No foreplay," you said, caressing the head of his cock. "I want it to hurt a little."

"I got you," he panted, taking out a condom from his back pocket and quickly opening it with his teeth. Your visits were so frequent that he could open the wrapper with one hand and hold your throat with the other with ease now.

"You want it to hurt a little?" he repeated back at you, eyes dark.

"I need to get out of my head," you didn't want to explain, didn't want to talk about it at all. You wanted this man to fuck your brains out so that it was quiet inside your head and you could have a dreamless sleep. "Go as hard as you want. I'll tell you if it's too much."

"I-" Carmy hesitated.

"I've heard you screaming at God knows who on the phone, Carm. Don't act like you're some kind of saint and you don't have a shit ton of pent up anger in there," maybe it was a low blow but it got you what you wanted.

Carmy lifted you roughly, hands under your thighs, holding you tight enough to bruise.

"Never said I was a saint," he rasped, his cock poking at your entrance. "Never said I wasn't angry."

"Then show me," you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Fine."

He entered you in one blunt thrust, your head bumping against the wall, your pussy throbbing and burning against his invasion.

"Fuck," you cried out. It was half a whine, half a sob, from deep in your belly. You braced yourself, holding his muscular shoulders tighter.

He drew back, almost all the way out of your pussy, then back inside with force, leaving you breathless. His hips snapped against yours over and over; his empty apartment echoed the rhythmic clapping of your skin. Carmy was ruthless, giving you what you had asked for and more.

Your heart was racing inside your chest, trying to keep up with all that was happening - the ache inside you that was quickly turning into pleasure. Your mouth hung open, wanton whines leaving your lips.

"Happy?" he challenged you, maybe thinking you would ask him to stop or reject him in some way. You didn't.

"Yes," you managed to say, dragging out the 's', and crossing your ankles behind him, bringing him even closer.

All you could think of was Carmy and how good he was making you feel, how his hands would leave imprints on your hips, and how you were probably the only person that had allowed him to lose control like this.

"Give it to me," you insisted.

"You're so fucked up," he said. It wasn't a jab, if anything there was admiration in the way that he said it, that you could take it so well.

His movements got quicker and messier. He hid his face in your neck, drowning ragged growls into your skin. You could feel him hit the depths of you. His thrusts angled upwards as he got closer to his release, hitting your G spot over and over.

"Fucking-" was all you got to say before you became a moaning mess, Carmy holding on just enough that you could ride your orgasm in his last desperate thrusts.

"Shit. Shit. Oh, my God," he groaned hard.

You could hear him far away, your body felt limp and heavy as he carried you to his bed; your skin felt tingly and hot.

"Hey, talk to me," Carmy demanded, some left over gruffness coloring his tone.

"'m fine," you mumbled, "just fucked stupid."

"Good. Okay, that's good," he said, letting out a relieved sigh, smiling.

"Can I sleep over?" you asked, eyelids heavy. His bed was comfortable and the bedsheets smelled like him.

"Like I would let you go anywhere like this," he rolled his eyes and manhandled you to lie under the blankets.

"So bossy," you said appreciatively, half asleep. "Like it. I like that you're a little fucked up."

"Yeah?" Carmy seemed taken aback by it, grinning incredulously.

"Mhmm," you wrapped an arm around his waist, nuzzling his neck.

You knew what it was like to pretend all day, to be a watered down version of yourself. It was exhausting. 

You closed your eyes as Carmy kissed the top of your head.

~

Carmy surprised you as you were opening your door in the middle of the afternoon, your keys still dangling between your fingers. It was his free day, you remembered.

"Hey, you busy? I need a little help with something," he asked, peeking out his door, a nervous energy about him.

"I'm not busy," you replied flirtatiously.

"Oh! Uh, it's not a sex thing," he looked a little guilty now.

"Oh, okay. Sure, I'll help, I'm a good neighbor," you smiled brightly, hiding your disappointment that this wasn't a "help me, my boner won't go away" situation but more of a "help me, I need someone to hold a ladder while I change the lightbulb" situation.

You followed him inside his apartment and into the bathroom. He stood in front of you and removed his shirt.

"Carm, I'm getting mixed signals here," you said, your eyes lingering on the trail of hair on his lower stomach.

He chuckled. "It isn't a sex thing. I promise."

"I wouldn't mind," you said coyly.

He laughed openly now and turned around.

Right on his shoulder blade, there was a freshly done tattoo, the skin around it an angry shade of red, the ink crisp and dark, all covered in plastic and tape. It was a bird - a sparrow, falling mid-flight, an arrow through its chest.

"I didn't think it through," Carmy said. You could see the blush on his skin in his reflection on the mirror.

"You shouldn't regret it. It's beautiful," you said, your fingers hovering over it. "Just a little sad."

"I meant the placement," he explained. "Can't reach it by myself."

"Oh... You need help cleaning it," you realized.

"And putting lotion on it. It will get flaky and fucking gross in the following days so it's fine if you don't want to help me then," he was giving you an out.

It looked like it pained Carmy to ask, and it suddenly made sense why all his tattoos were within arm's reach.

"It's okay," you said simply, leaning over the sink to wash your hands, then turning to look at him. "Tell me what to do."

He exhaled with relief and walked you through it - removing the tape and the plastic, washing the skin gently, letting it dry, applying lotion...

There was something weirdly intimate about the whole process. Your hands were on Carmy, careful, admiring the artwork and the muscles underneath, checking in the mirror to confirm you weren't hurting him.

"All good?" you asked softly.

"Yeah. Thank you," he turned to kiss you, a quick peck on the lips.

You watched him put his shirt back on, a small wince as he arranged the fabric.

You caressed his cheek. "Is it bad? The pain."

He shrugged. "I kind of dig it."

You shook your head fondly. 

"How often do you need to do this?" you asked, walking towards the door.

"Ideally? Three times a day," he said. "Realistically? When I'm home from work and before I leave."

Carmy walked you to your apartment - it was only a few feet but it felt a little corny still, like a twelve minute long, weird ass date. You smiled.

"Let me know, okay?" you said in a jokingly stern tone. "I don't want your tattoo to get fucked up because you're too stubborn to ask for help."

He looked down and you knew you had hit a nerve.

"Promise."

It was nice, having a routine with Carmy, knowing that you would see him everyday, that he would knock on your door looking sheepish and that you would take care of him a little. Sometimes you rubbed the leftover lotion over his shoulders and the rest of his back, almost always you made out while you waited for his skin to dry, your hands and eyes feasting on his naked torso. Maybe it wasn't sex but it was the next best thing. It was sensual, soft, delicious.

"There," you said softly, running your fingers over the soft skin. It had peeled and looked awful for a few days but now it was pale and smooth once more.

Carmy turned and grabbed you by the waist.

"Thank you," he drawled.

"You're welcome," you said, swaying in his embrace.

Your hands traced the lines of muscle along his bare waist while you kissed his neck and shoulders.

"Fuck," Carmy exhaled into your hair.

"Can I suck your cock, Carmy?" you mumbled.

"Shit. You can do anything you want to me," he replied needily, his eyes going wide as you lowered to your knees in front of him. "Fuck. You're actually doing it."

You palmed him over his jeans. "I've been thinking about it for days."

"You have?"

"Wanting to be the first one to make you feel this good... Wondering how these," you caressed the muscles on his stomach, lingering on the V you liked so much, "would move if I sucked you off like you deserve."

"Holy shit," he was breathing heavily, getting turned on from your lazy touch and dirty talk.

You unbuttoned his jeans, dragging them and his underwear down his thighs. His cock was already half hard, and you caressed the length of it.

"Fuck," Carmy leaned against the sink, bracing himself, gasping for air.

"Tell me when it's good?" you echoed his words back at him, looking up.

He nodded. You took him in your mouth.

The noise that followed was something between a moan and a whine, deep from Carmy's chest, vibrating all the way down to his cock. This was going to be fun.

You grabbed on to his ass, taking him as deep as you could, watching him close his eyes and arch his neck. Your tongue caressed the underside of him, tasting salt, while you bobbed your head back and forth, forcing his moans to go quicker and longer.

"Oh, fuck. I've never- Jesus Christ!" he was a mess, mumbling nonsense, white-knuckling the edge of the sink. "Never felt so good. Fuck!"

Just as you felt his muscles begin to tense, you let him go with a pop. He whined in desperation.

You gave him a mischievous smile. "Can you help me with something?"

"Anything. Anything."

You gathered your hair on one side. "Can you hold this for me? It keeps getting in my face," you asked innocently, looking at him through your eyelashes.

"You're going to fucking kill me," he managed, one of his hands closing around your hair, resting on the nape of your neck.

"Thanks," you said.

You kissed the trail of hair on his stomach, licked the veins and freckles by his hip, and then mouthed up his length until you could lick his tip and take him again inside your mouth. He shook with pleasure and his cock poked the back of your throat. You choked, a string of saliva falling from the corner of your mouth.

"Shit, fuck, I'm sorry," he panted. "It just feels so good..."

You soothed the back of his legs. 'It's fine, it's fine.' His eagerness was making you wet - the needy sounds he was letting out. His grip on your hair tightened and you hollowed your cheeks around his cock, bobbing your head, keeping a steady rhythm.

"Close, 'm close," he managed, the veins of his neck pulsing and his face sweaty.

"Mhmm," you hummed against his cock.

One of your hands caressed the muscles of his stomach, so tense that they seemed to be vibrating, while the other moved to fondle his balls gently.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," he blurted out while tugging at your hair, letting out a long exhale, cumming inside your mouth.

"Mhmm, mhmm," you encouraged him, your mouth still on him, eyes up to see him completely undone. He looked beautiful.

You swallowed and swallowed, salt covering your tongue and dripping down the corner of your mouth, tears messing up your mascara.

Carmy used the hold he had on your hair to pull you away from his cock. He was panting and speechless - something proud purred inside your chest.

Carmy dropped to his knees and cupped your face. He kissed you, sloppy, lust-drunk, soothing your mouth with his tongue, licking the edge of your lips. You realized he was cleaning his mess - you moaned into his mouth.

"Carm," you carded your fingers through his sweaty curls. You realized there were tears in the corners of his eyes too.

"Fuck. That was everything," he mumbled against your skin. "Thank you."

"Anytime," you meant it - it made you happy to see how blissed out and relaxed he looked.

"Y'don't need to swallow next time though," he rubbed his finger on your chin, still sticky from his cum.

"What if I want to?"

He shivered.

"Jesus..." he shook his head, smirking. If you had known he liked dirty talk so much you would have started way earlier. "The fucking mouth on you..."

"You didn't seem to have a problem with it just now," you said, mischievous.

He shut you up with a hungry kiss.

~

You wrapped yourself tighter in your comforter, balling up into a cocoon on the couch. Your favorite movie was on, lulling you to sleep...

Someone knocked on your door.

"Fuck off!" you bellowed.

"It's Carmy," he replied softly.

Gathering what little strength you had, you walked to the door and opened it.

"Hi, Carm," he looked frazzled but still gorgeous. "Uh, nothing's happening today. I feel like absolute shit, didn't even go to work."

You said everything quickly, trying to get it over and done with as soon as possible, not in the mood for a conversation.

"What happened?" his eyes were full of worry.

"I'm on my period. I'll be fine, don't worry about it," you dismissed it easily. "Point is, sex is off the table, so I'll see you when I see you."

"Okay," he nodded and walked quickly to his apartment, not even saying goodbye. You knew this was the agreement - sex and nothing more - but it still stung more than you would have expected that he actually didn't give a shit.

You shut the door, ready to go back to your cocoon when he knocked again.

"What?" you said dryly.

"I left for only two minutes, what the fuck?" he complained.

You opened the door, not managing to contain a groan of exasperation.

"Carmy, I swear to God..."

He was standing on your doorstep with a gallon of milk and a handful of groceries.

"I'll shut the fuck up but will please you let me inside your kitchen?" Carmy insisted.

You moved to the side and watched him make a beeline to the stove, which left you confused as fuck. When you realized that he was actually not going to speak to you, you settled back on the couch. Maybe his stove wasn't working and he needed to cook something? You didn't really mind as long as he left you in peace.

The bang of pots and pans was kept to a minimum, so much so that you started getting sleepy once again. You had almost forgotten about Carmy altogether when he sat on the cushion by your head, caressing your hair and your arm gently.

"Did you take something for the pain?" he asked.

"A metric shit ton of ibuprofen," you sighed. "It fixed my back thing before the cramps."

He chuckled softly.

Your back thing was a weird muscular pain that you could actually trace to one particularly vigorous handjob you had given Carmy a week ago. He had kissed it better while he fucked you from behind a day later - not that it had done much for your pain but it had made you come hard, so you had no complaints.

"You really don't need to be here, Carm," you mumbled, even though his gentle touch felt so nice and comforting. "I'll be fine. The first day is especially hellish is all."

He sighed and got up. "I'll pour you some hot chocolate and I'll leave you alone."

You perked up. "What?"

He handed you a mug - it was thick, French style, hot chocolate.

"Carmy, what-?"

He arched an eyebrow. "What did you think I was doing in the kitchen?"

"I don't know, your dinner?"

"Give me some fucking credit," he said without bite.

You took a sip from the chocolate, it was a little too hot and it warmed you up from the inside. You hummed softly.

"Sugar loved this when she had cramps," he said absently, drinking from his own mug.

"Sugar?" you asked, a green thing of jealousy snarling inside your chest, unchecked and unwarranted.

"My sister."

"You have a sister?" you straightened up in your seat to look at him properly.

He nodded, not really giving room for more questions.

He placed his hand on your knee, caressing lightly. You leaned into his side and exhaled.

"Sorry for being mean earlier," you said and he shook his head gently. "And thank you. You didn't need to do any of this."

"I wanted to," he replied.

You turned and kissed him, soft and lazy, not trying to go anywhere, just thanking him.

"How was your day?" you asked softly, fixing his messy hair a little.

"One of the new chefs got fired after two hours, which is some kind of record," he said pensively.

If you ever saw his boss out on the street, you were kicking him in the balls.

"He can't keep doing that shit, can he?"

"It's his place. He can do whatever the fuck he wants, as long as the food is excellent. And it is," Carmy said somewhat sadly. "Did you do anything interesting today?"

"Other than just lying here all day feeling like a raccoon was clawing at my insides and thighs?" you said playfully.

"Your thighs?" he arched his eyebrows.

You shrugged. "It happens when it's really bad."

"Can I-?" he motioned to shift you on the couch, you nodded, and he placed your legs over his lap.

He started kneading on the flesh of your legs over your sweatpants, massaging gently. You hummed contentedly.

All of a sudden, you remembered a number of moments during sex when he seemed to favor your thighs, kissing them, biting them, holding them tight. He'd never said anything really but he liked them, it was obvious - especially now, his thumbs pressing on the insides, the fatty and stretch-lined part of them, with devotion.

Without realizing, you had started getting aroused, heart racing and your thoughts wandering free - thoughts of him nestled between your thighs, thoughts of them aching for entirely different reasons.

"Carm?"

"Hmm?"

You could feel your cheeks burning from the question you hadn't worded yet.

"Would it be super messed up if I asked you to fuck me?" you stumbled with your words.

"Now?" Carmy turned to see you, not stopping his attentions.

"If you want. It's just that- This feels nice and- I don't know. Orgasms are supposed to help with cramps," you added, feeling a little lame.

He smiled. "You really don't need to convince me to fuck you," his hands started pressing into your upper thighs.

"I'll  understand if you don't want to," you put your hands over his, caressing lightly.

He didn't reply, instead he leaned to kiss you again, slow and tender. You smiled into the kiss.

"It's going to be messy," you warned him.

"Sex is messy," he echoed your words back to you.

"Okay, give me a few minutes, yeah?" you said, going in the bathroom, tidying up a little, and changing your underwear. You emerged with a towel in your hands to find Carmy sitting on your bed, wearing only his boxer briefs. "You're dangerous."

He huffed, bringing you to stand between his legs.

"You’re dangerous," he emphasized, ogling you now that you were wearing only your underwear and a sweatshirt. He held you close, breathing you in as he peeled off your sweatshirt, burying his face between your breasts.

"So warm, so soft," he mumbled against your skin, giving you goosebumps.

"Carmy," you hummed and leaned into his touch, caressing his curls.

You felt lightheaded and dizzy as you settled on the bed, your head on the pillow, the soft towel underneath you, and Carmy hovering above you - kissing your body.

"Slow?" he asked, tracing a line from your bellybutton to your collarbone with his nose.

"Mhmm," you agreed, overwhelmed with how gentle and thoughtful he was being.

He took off your underwear and nudged your legs open. You were feeling a little self conscious.

He placed his hand over your mound.

"You've done this before?" he asked.

Sometimes, he could read you so well.

"Never on my period, no," you admitted. "Boyfriends didn't like the idea."

"I'm gonna take care of you," he drawled, kissing the side of your face and sliding one finger between your folds.

You hummed, caressing his arms and shoulders, marveling at how strong they looked in the lowlight of your room.

His fingers moved slowly, wandering around, caressing, pressing just enough on your clit to get you warm and ready.

"Please," you whined.

"Shhhh," he soothed, inserting one finger.

"Shit!" You arched into his touch, every nerve ending awake.

"You okay?" he checked in.

"I think I'm a little sensitive," you managed. When you saw Carmy's concerned face you added: "It's good. I can feel you, every little thing you do to me."

He curled his finger a bit, his gaze fixed on you to watch you roll your eyes with pleasure.

"Fuck," he swallowed.

"Yeah," you giggled. "I think I want more."

He pushed a second finger inside you, caressing your walls, watching you become a mess underneath him. He had you writhing and moaning with just his fingers, dangling near the edge of your release in just a few minutes.

"So close, I'm so close," you moaned.

He didn't make you beg for it. He seemed entranced - his fingers moving steadily, just staring as you lost control.

"Insane," Carmy mumbled as he kissed you.

"Mmm?" you questioned, barely out of your orgasm, only vaguely aware of him wiping his fingers on the towel and putting a condom on. Your hands reached out for his face.

"You're so responsive, it's insane," he rasped. "Can't wait to be inside you."

"I need it. I need your cock inside me," you whined and opened your legs wider.

He lowered to kiss you, hungry. Then he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the sides of your head.

"Don't move a fucking finger," he whispered. "I'm going to take care of you, make you feel so fucking good."

You nodded eagerly.

Carmy entered you slowly, making sure you felt every inch of him as he stretched you out and filled you completely. You arched your body against his, urging him to get closer even as his cock went almost all the way out.

A lewd, wet sound filled the room as he thrust back inside you, then the slap of skin on skin, then two moans almost in unison. He kept that torturous rhythm steady, eyes fixed on you, his movements were slow and calculated - he was letting your lust simmer to a boil, driving you crazy. You couldn't speak, breathy moans the only sound you could utter - that and his name.

"Carmy..."

"Yes, I'm here," he reassured you, a bead of sweat falling from his face. "You're being such a good girl for me."

You whined at that, your pussy gripping hard around him. You glanced down, taking in the sight of his tight abdomen, his trail of hair, and his cock disappearing inside you.

"Oh, fuck," you managed. "Think I'm coming again."

"Yeah?"

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip to silence your cries of pleasure. He thumbed at the place where your bodies met, pressing your clit as he kept that steady pace. You saw white for a moment, fluttering against his cock, even more wetness gathering between your legs.

"Shit," you exhaled, every feeling of aftershock mixing with the pleasure of being deliciously fucked still. Carmy's face was contorted in complete concentration, eyebrows furrowed and breathing hard.

"Can you do one more?" he asked.

"Yes," you said eagerly. "Yes, please, come with me."

He growled.

His pace accelerated, his hips arched, the head of his cock hit your G spot.

"Holy fuck!" you cursed, grabbing at your pillowcase to stop from moving your hands. "Carmy."

"Right here," he reassured you still, face red. "Y're being such a good girl," he praised.

You beamed, arching your back, guiding him to fuck you deeper and harder, following his movements with wide eyes. He groaned, his cock slipping out of you by accident.

"Put it back in, put it back, please," you begged.

He rushed to recover, quickly going back to the same hungry movements.

"Your boyfriends are fucking idiots," he mumbled into your neck, feral and possessive. "Didn't get to have you like this."

You pussy squeezed around his cock as it twitched inside you. You were both so close. He panted into your mouth.

"Ready?"

"Yes, please, yes," you whined.

You came together, meeting each thrust with a tilt of your hips, your moans followed by grunts. He collapsed on top of you, heavy, sweaty and perfect. You licked a line of salt from the side of his neck.

"Was it true?" he said, his gravelly voice rumbling against your chest.

"What was?" your hands caressed his back and his ass, fingers tracing curved shapes.

"That orgasms fix cramps."

"Mhmm," you giggled. "Read it somewhere. And the pain's much better now actually. Thanks."

"Anytime," he replied, tired. "I'll get up in a second."

"No rush," you said, carding your hands through his curls. "Wanna shower together?" you offered.

"Definitely."

You sighed, completely satisfied.

Later, when your fingers were lathering shampoo on his scalp, then carefully covering every strand with the scent of your coconut conditioner, a thought would interrupt your bliss. Maybe this was too sweet and domestic for friends with benefits. Maybe they way he fucked you was a lot like making love. Maybe. But you were too tired and too happy to care.

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[Part 3]

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@vyctorya

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ Take my soul (need control) ❞

slashers dating slasher reader | erratic!slasher!male!reader | fluff, smut | graphic description of violence, brief mention of animal cruelty in Brahms H. section, mentions of nsfw things |

Amanda Young | Brahms Heelshire | Corey Cunningham | OG!Michael Myers | RZ!Michael Myers | poly!Ghostface (Stu Macher, Billy Loomis) | Sinclair brothers

as a preface, (Y/N) is implied to be erratic and unhinged as a slasher. their s/o's are the only ones who can calm them.

Amanda Young (Saw) -

You didn't fit in her future.

At least, that's what Amanda's initials thoughts are when you two stared down each other from across the parking lot, panting as you held your weapons.

She's heard of you through the news. The infamous (slasher name), the monster that lurks in the shadows and savagely crushes anyone who had the misfortune of wounding up as their victim.

Your methods were unlike hers. Not calculated, not planned, not meticulous - completely erratic, like a hurricane.

But she needs the man that one of you has knocked out in your scuffle. While you? You just saw him walking past you while he was making his way to his car and decided he'd die tonight. She stiffens and reaches back for the gun she brings for emergencies as you straighten up but finds herself bewildered as you begin laughing maniacally.

"Have 'im, Ms Piggy" She sees your grip loosen on your weapon and her fingers uncurl from the handle of the gun. "Ya' clearly need 'im more than I do" and just like that, you're gone. The only thing she hears is her own breathing and her racing heartbeat.

Amanda is feverish about finding you. She reads everything she can and scours wannabe psychos and sociopaths' blogs dedicated to your crimes. (slasher name) becomes an obsession.

When you meet again, you find 'Miss Piggy' eyeing the interiors of your home. She's unsure of what she feels as she imagines you moving about the space but she smiles when you begin chuckling like a hyena and reach for the knife you had on you.

"I need your help, (Y/N)"

"Will it be fun?"

Amanda's smiling under her mask. She's seen your research of her work. The newspaper clippings, paint (or blood) of your theories on the wall (among other 'deranged' scribbles) you were familiar with her.

"Wouldn't have asked if it wasn't".

Fun was an understatement. You were a wildcard, someone that could cost her this entire game but the carnage you spread was so beautiful...she wasn't sure if any device or game she sets up could compare.

You two end up working with each other more and more. Your unpredictability makes the FBI tear their hairs out - you were, ironically, the balance she needed in her scales.

When you two confess to each other, you're soaked in someone else's blood. She approaches you from behind, watching your shoulders and chest rise and fall.

You lick the blood from your lips, your smile stretching over your cheeks looking almost uncomfortable.

Her eyes flick to your lips then up to your eyes.

"Come 'ere, Miss Piggy" she leans in and you meet her halfway.

Most would argue that you would be the worst guy to be in a relationship with.

They're wrong.

Amanda knows the ins and outs of your twisted heart because you bare it to her as it beats for her in your palm.

She doesn't take advantage of it. Tests it? Sure, just to feel more secure, but never to the point where you doubt her love for her.

Amanda thinks your ingenuity and creative mind is her favourite part of you (among other things).

You've jokingly told her she could split your skull open to get those ideas fresh - she giggles and you gather her in your arms.

Amanda leaves the window of your bathroom unlocked. Just for you. She knows you need to 'hunt' sometimes and doesn't discourage it (though she makes sure you know her targets so you don't end up killing them). When you crawl back home, you make sure to shower first before you shuffle back into bed.

She tends to your wounds, scolding you only if she knows you could've avoided it in the first place. "More fun that way, 'Manda" she huffs "So you'd leave me forever just for more fun?"

She knows you're pretty screwed up in that brain box of yours, she's not above manipulating you to bend to her whims but she only ever does it out of love, (Y/N)!

She's highly protective of you. She'll ensure your identity is safe if there are any loose ends during your 'hunts'.

She can't lose you. You can't lose her. Both of you are monsters. Both of you belong together - can't live without the other.

If a victim manages to get an upper hand on either of you God help them.

The second one of you is in danger, the other only sees red.

You've literally taken several bullets for Amanda.

She was so gentle with you that night. Her kisses silent apologies. Seeing her cry as she looks down at you makes you move to sit - despite the pain and her protests. Her breath hitched as your tongue slithers in, Amanda's lips warmed by yours.

"You're hurt, (Y/N)" "Don't care, need you"

"You're hurt because of me!" her yell makes you tilt your head "I should've been more careful!" she continues.

"I want you, Amanda" you whine, cupping her weeping face in your hands. "I'll want you even if you hurt me, even if it kills me. Don't say no to me, Piggy?"

The nickname wins her over.

By the way, she calls you Froggy or Kermit (Kermy too!). It's cute.

(She buys green and pink items because they remind her of the two of you and you've gifted her two hearts that you'd cut in half, coloured pink and green and sowed together. She placed the gift on the desk she works on, it's displayed in a dome glass case and she fights back a smile every time she lays eyes on it)

The satisfaction she gets when victims scream as they spot you in the same room as them. Just so fucking proud of her killing machine.

When you go overboard, if the emotions get too overwhelming for you and you only think of how to get rid of the pain - Amanda grips the nape of your neck and pushes you onto your knees.

You bow because it's her. You breathe because it's her.

"(slasher name)" Your eye twitches, gaze still floating around the room but she knows she has your attention.

"You all there, Kermy?"

"I'm right here, Piggy".

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy) -

Initially, you'd taken the babysitting job as a cover to lay low. Things were getting heated in (insert wherever you're from) and this secluded manor was perfect.

The sight of the doll didn't make you falter. Hey, you got a few screws loose yourself so you didn't judge the Heelshires for how they cope.

Brahms was intrigued by you from the second he laid his eyes on you. The way you instantly gathered the doll in your arms without an ounce of judgement makes butterflies flutter.

He is elated to know that there's a chance you won't freak out if you see him.

He quickly finds out you're not exactly the Average Joe.

You brought the rat traps inside, he inches closer to the hole in the wall when you suddenly froze. The rat squeaks furiously and your non-dominant hand idly reaches for the drawers. Brahms did not expect you to pull out a meat tenderizer.

There's a mix of emotions in the boy as he skitters to his room. He laid awake that night, a part of him wondering if you were just like him and the other feeling guilt at the excitement.

His parents tried their best to nurture him into a decent man. Even if it didn't work, their voices still linger in his head but when he sees the tender way you cradle the porcelain extension of himself the next morning? Your voice sickly sweet, lips pressing into the cold temple of the doll?

Brahms craves you.

Malcolm, poor, stupid, Malcolm.

Brahms wasn't the only one that wanted him gone. The only reason you reciprocated his advances was to fulfil a different type of lust.

(Malcolm wasn't your type anyways.)

Brahms's nails nearly break as he digs them in the wood of the walls, breath labouring as anger consumes him. Malcolm was on top of you, unworthy hands gripping at you like you were some common whore.

He's moved from behind the walls to the closet when you're on top of him. The grip of the 'missing' meat tenderizer was so tight his hand was trembling.

Malcolm yells in pain and Brahm pauses as he watches you laugh in pure delight as you dig your thumbs inside Malcolm's eye sockets.

You turn to him, smile still etched on your features and Brahms gulps as you bring your thumb to your mouth to suck the blood and gore clean.

"Cute mask"

The kitchen utensil drops with a comical 'THUD!' while you two stare at each other.

Your relationship falls into a steady, domestic, pace much quicker than both of you anticipated. How could they not? The secluded land was beautiful when the weather wasn't so dreary. Even if it was, the grand fireplaces were extremely nice to cosy up next to. It's hard NOT to fall deeper and deeper into each other when everything was so romantic.

Malcolm's death was covered up thanks to the wild animals on the land. Brahms watches from the window as you whistle, beckoning the scavengers as you spread a few of Malcolm's innards around.

You tell him everything about your kills. Effectively burying his parent's voice in his head as you sink him deeper and deeper into your hell.

"You're beautiful just like this, Brahmsy" he pants from beneath the mask and you place a kiss on those cold lips. "They won't understand like I do, we're meant to be like this so we can find each other" his pupils are so blown out as he stares up at you.

"You're my good boy, Brahms, forever and always. Okay?"

"Okay, (Y/N)". Your smile was sculpted by the king of hell himself and Brahm's eyes roll back as you move your hips.

Brahms feels vindicated and free. For once, guilt doesn't whisper accusingly in his shadow. Instead, there's you.

Your routines overlap his. Your hands pull him from the darkness. Your voice haunts him every second of every day.

The bodies pile up in the woods. The rats are scarce with the sudden spike of scavengers drawn to the Heelshire manor.

You love spoiling him with victims, love watching him release his creativity and curiosity. He's so good with his hands and all that raw strength? It's not an odd sight for you to make love in the showers after 'play time' was done.

He loves helping you freak the shit out of your victims, pretending to be the ghost in the walls and making them so paranoid they think they've gone crazy.

When they're dealt with, Brahms often makes snacks for the both of you.

Oh! He makes a mask for you. To show his love and for you to wear when you need it.

He doesn't like that you leave the manor. It causes BIG arguments. Vintage vases flying to the wall kind of arguments. But you were a bloodthirsty hound, you needed to stretch your legs.

He'll be sullen but he gets over it. This routine annoys the shit out of both of you though but over time, he learns you need it just as much as he needs his quiet times.

He welcomes you when you get home, lifting his mask to kiss you and you giggle as your hands slide up his wifebeater.

"Miss me, big boy?"

"Always" he pouts.

Corey Cunningham (Halloween Ends) -

Corey knew before you did.

You were just like him. The darkness spills from your eyes as you tell him how the front of your car got wrecked.

"A deer scared you?" he wipes his hands on the front of his uniform, turning to you as you nod and stroke the large dents and scratches on your hood. "Swerved into the woods, didn't hit a tree head-on - Thank God, right?" Corey nods.

He pretends not to see the splatter of blood and hoses down the hair and chunks of flesh from your tires.

Guessed you missed a spot, hm?

He's good at being undetected. People...people avoid him nowadays.

You don't have to ask around much to learn about the cute, outcasted, mechanic's past. You find it all a bit pathetic. These people were really that terrified of him over what sounded like an honest mistake?

Corey wonders why you've gone to Allen's family's abandoned house during his nightly routine of stalking you.

He watches you from the windows, knife in hand though with no real intent of using it...on you anyways. Blood had already stained the blade.

You pause at the sight of dried blood and gaze up the spiralling staircase. Much to his chagrin, you lay down and place your head right on the bloodstain.

Your laughter makes blood pool under the skin of his cheeks. Your hands splay out to your side and you're laughing so hard your sides hurt, Corey finds himself pressing a hand to the window and wishes he was right beside you.

The next day, Corey's parked right out of the supermarket just as you come out. He grins boyishly and you ask if he needs anything. He holds himself back from saying "you" and instead asks if you're free tonight.

You don't expect him to be so forward but you're intrigued. So you ask if he'll be the one to pick you up (considering your car is still in his garage) and Corey pretends to be interested as you write down your address as he imprints the sight of your semi-focused expression. He already knows where you live but you don't have to worry about that, (Y/N).

The night was perfect from the get-go. Your warmth pressed against his back as he drove the two of you to a bar that was further away than usual but was the only one he could go to without people whispering — you don't mind.

Then drinks got involved and suddenly you're dancing with him, some shitty pop song playing over shitty speakers but neither of you cared.

Then reality came crashing in. Someone had loudly — drunkenly — mentioned Corey's past. Everyone gives him looks and although he could care less he pretends to by pulling you out of the bar.

"Corey, wait" he's too drunk to drive and his hands are itching to feel blood so he pauses as you chuckle the command out. "Stay here, baby" The nickname makes his heart flutter and he nods as he leans against his bike. When you disappear back into the bar — probably left something, he thought — he curses and tries his hardest not to storm in and strangle the life out of that asshole who ruined his date and the closest bar he could go to without reproachful glares.

He contemplates the thought of moving away from Haddonfield with you when his phone rings. It's you. For a second, he thinks you're in trouble but when he answers you're breathless pants of glee tells him otherwise.

"Come to the back, Corey".

The sight that greets him is the asshole with a bleeding mouth and a broken nose. The burst veins in his eyes and the wooden plank that you held loosely in your arm paint a clear picture.

"Night's still young, baby" you muse as you make a faux swing that makes the man whimper from where he was sprawled on the ground. "I know you wanna" Your purr makes Corey shudder.

The Cheshire grin on your face is absolutely maniacal as Corey sheds his jacket and pulls out the pocket knife he kept in his back pocket.

The same one you'd felt against your thighs when you were riding his bike.

Haddonfield was lucky the two of you decided to spread your chaos elsewhere because the two of you were insatiable.

The fact that neither of you stayed in one city for too long also didn't help. You were basically doing an American-wide murder spree.

And Corey would not have it any other way.

You were just like him — wilder, sure, but you understood him in ways no one else had ever done.

"Fuck, baby" Corey has you on the bed of some engineer whose blood was currently being used as lube. The man's body was somewhere in the room but Corey barely gave a shit when you're looking down at him with that toothy grin that makes your eyes twinkle with bloodlust. "Mm, you feel so fuckin' good, Corey".

Somehow you two decide to settle down in a quiet town. Corey going under a different name as he works at a garage. Everybody around you thinks you guys are the sweetest couple — cooing at how young you are and sighing about young love.

They don't know that your weekend trips are spent with blood, guts, and sex. Two maniacs completely enamoured with one another.

"Baby, look" Corey eyes the silver band on your finger. Then the other one is on your palm as you extend it to him. You drop the chopped-off hand of the man the both of you had just killed and inched closer and closer.

"Pretty, hm?" he nods "Till death do us part" At that, he scoffs and pulls you in closer.

"Not even Death can keep us apart, (Y/N) (L/N)" he brushes the tip of your noses together and plants a bloody kiss but your giggle cuts it short.

"Don't you mean, (Y/N) Cunningham-(L/N)?" Corey's grin is nothing short of loving and he claims your lips again.

OG!Michael Myers (Halloween (1978 - 1982)) -

To be completely honest, the way you two met was a blur. Before you met Michael Myers your life had little to no meaning.

When he decided to break into your family home one night, he jump-starts everything. He had you pinned on the dining table, his mask already coated with the blood of your kin. Your feeble attempts at escaping his inhumanely strong grip leave you gasping for breath and you're sure that the building pressure in your head isn't a good sign.

But when you stare into Michael's eyes a sudden force tugs your lips apart into a bloody smile. Your laughter is nothing but strained gasps and squeaks and it makes Michael's grip falter enough for you to finally grasp the make-shift stake beside you (from the chair he'd thrown your way) and drive it into his shoulder.

Michael staggers and without missing a beat, you're lunging at him again. No fear, no hesitation, and frankly, no thoughts behind such a brash action.

The force of your body slamming into him throws his momentum off but he feels something in his chest suddenly beat as your shrill laughter fills his ears.

You, with your wild hair and wilder eyes...

Michael craved you.

He knocks you out.

Then, he watches you. From your recovery in the hospital to the 'safehouse' you were placed in. The detectives thought this could be their chance — to finally catch Michael Myers as he 'finishes you off'.

Michael knows you're done with your kill just from the shift in the air. He enters the safehouse and stares at the splatters of blood and bullet holes in the drywall. He follows the sounds of your laughter and finds you in the dining room in a familiar pose.

You have the detective pinned under you, fingers crushing his larynx as he weakly fights back against you. Michael waits politely, when you're done he moves to the back door and you wordlessly follow.

Eating rats was new but strangely enough the act of catching them was a great bonding activity. Your jokes about meeting the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles — and eating them — fly over Michael's head but his amused silence tells you he doesn't mind your babbles.

He learns fairly quickly that, unlike his silent, effortlessly, intimidating self, you're erratic, loud and pumped with energy when you're hunting.

He doesn't dislike it but it takes some getting used to.

You don't always go on hunts together but when you do he appreciates your gore-y creativity.

The Shape of Haddonfield now has Hellhound by his side — isn't that a cute nickname for yourself, (Y/N)?

While victims shit themselves at the sight of Michael, his stony demeanour is what makes him all the more Boogeyman-worthy. He feels inhuman. That both terrifies and comforts some — but you?

You're entirely too human. Your glee, your rambles as you stab your victims, you're laughter full of excitement.

"Mikey" he glances your way as your fingers stroke up the neck of his mask. Here you were, sprawled all over Michael Myer's lap like a goddamn kitten. You lean up and kiss his rubbery lips, he hums as your tongue licks his mask and pushes you back just enough to lift his mask above his nose.

"Thank you, Mikey" you chuckle, letting him taste the romantic spaghetti dinner you two had helped yourselves to after murdering the old couple.

Their home was isolated enough, that both of you could enjoy living above ground for a few days.

"You taste so good, Mikey" The grip on your waist makes that addictively sweet laughter bubble in your throat.

RZ!Michael Myers (Halloween (2007 - 2009))-

You were the only good thing in his god-forsaken life.

The mental institution had made a big mistake in housing two monsters — especially when those monsters were always so drawn towards each other.

No matter what punishments they inflicted on either of you for sharing glances. It did little to stop this undeniable, instinctual, need to be close to one another.

Initially, the doctors had thought Michael's curiosity was a good sign. A sign that he was showing interest in making friends. Even if you were less than ideal in terms of 'fixing' him considering your own streak of homicide (that landed you in this shithole in the first place) but they were desperate.

So, they allowed controlled meetings. Michael's stare terrified others but you seemed to thrive under his attention.

Guards had reached out to pull you back as you climbed the table and got right up in Michael's face but he is as still as a statue as you carefully brush his long locks of blonde hair back.

"There you are, pretty boy" and with those words and your eyes that reflect back his darkened soul right back at him — Michael is smitten.

When he escapes, he finds you.

When he enacts his revenge, you're the shadow that devours any sacrificial lambs that managed to stray from his grasp.

Oh, he's all yours.

Michael swears that if you're not near him the air feels thinner.

He relishes in the way you mercilessly slaughter anyone in your way — he doesn't ask why you kill but knows that whatever the answer he'll support his batshit insane boyfriend.

"Is this for me?" he nods, showing you the new mask he'd created. You smile warmly, sitting across from him as you carefully place the mask on your face.

"How do I look, pretty boy?"

He places his large hand on your thighs and begins tapping. You encourage him with careful strokes to his bicep.

.--. .-. . - - -.--

Your grin makes his heart flutter. "Thank you, baby" and you reward your darling lover with a kiss which makes him grunt at the mask that blocks him from properly kissing you.

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher (Scream (1996)) -

They had an inkling you were just like them.

Billy says it's the way your eyes become devoid of any light when you're angry. While Stu tells you it's the way you lick the blood from your split lip and smile as you lunge at the opposing team's captain.

(Y/N) (L/N), an athlete of their school.

Meanwhile, to his boyfriends, he's an absolutely merciless murderer.

Everyone sort of avoids you. Even your coach rarely gets in your face to yell at you the way he does at everyone else. It baffles people that Billy and Stu are your lovers.

For them though? It's the perfect match.

You're not Ghostface, however, (slasher name) is always spotted with Ghostface.

A maniac with brute strength that takes hits and stabs and even bullets without going down.

Those who did live to tell the tale of an encounter with (slasher name) and Ghostface mutter that hurting Ghostface? Was a big fucking mistake if (slasher name) is there to witness it.

You're the kind of guy to body slam someone out a second-storey window and just walk it off while the victim who cushioned your fall is wheezing their last breath.

Billy reprimands your unnecessary displays of brutality while Stu simply gushes about how cool it was. They both tend to your wounds, kissing and massaging anything that hurts.

Ghostface is equally as protective of you, make no mistake, even if they're not throwing a chair at a victim they will ensure you don't actually get yourself killed in your bloodlust.

Stu has pulled a gun and shot someone in the face when they threatened to do the same to you.

Billy rushes to the two of you upon hearing gunshots but groans in relief as he sees you making out with Stu mere inches away from the body.

"Hey! Earth to perverts! Time to scram!" Billy is pulled into the make-out session by you and he all but melts under your hold.

"Want you. Now" Stu laughs at your huffy tone but eagerly circles his hands around your waist while you pull Billy closer to your front.

Beauregard 'Bo' Sinclair (House of Wax) -

A new victim of Ambrose? That's what you are, right?

Wrong.

You'd been a solo traveller that coincidentally got grouped up with another group of travellers. You seemed normal enough, Bo thinks as he spots you making your way to his garage.

Cute and handsome, a darn shame you'd have to die but at least Vincent will immortalize your beauty.

He notices that you're not close with the others. When he asks, you explain your vehicles had broken down near each other so Lester rounded up all of you together.

You lean on the hood of the car he was clearly working on, jutting your hips and looking impressed. He shamelessly takes in the curve of your butt before putting on a charming Southern smile when you glance back at him.

"Good with your hands, hm?" Bo feels blood travel south but he just chuckles. The conversation is cut short by the others clearing their throats.

When he kills the group one by one, he immediately notices that you seem excited at the violence he spreads. You don't scream or yelp but you're helping him.

At first, he thinks you're just saving your ass from getting sliced down when you push someone in front of you. But while the others run, you're moaning as he's thrusting the blade repeatedly into the man's body.

He pants as you two make eye contact, gulping he pulls the blade out and offers it to you.

"Fuckin' finally" you coo, pressing a bloody kiss on his cheek before you slip to hunt the others down.

His brothers are definitely confused by his decision to let you stay as a real residence of Ambrose but after another group rolls in you prove your worth to them.

Between heated moments under the sheets and lip-locking with Bo, you confess that the reason you ended up at Ambrose was that the police were hot on your tail.

"It's fate," you say as you trace circles on his chest. "We were meant to meet, to be family" he would usually scoff at such a notion but the way you fit into his deranged life so easily...

"It's something", he gruffs out, watching as you take the lighter from his hand to light the cigarette between his lips. "Whatever it is, it brought you to me so"

"Aww, Bo, you gettin' sappy on me?" your teasing makes him threaten to shove the cigarette in your mouth but you just laugh it off.

"Love ya', Bo" he averts his eyes but mumbles.

"Love you too..."

Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax) -

Instead of catching Bo's eyes, it's Vincent's heart that you grasp.

A solo traveller that somehow got roped in with another group, a victim of circumstance is what Vincent would have called you.

But instead, you've ruthlessly wormed your way inside his heart.

While the others ran like headless chickens when Bo started killing, you were dragged by another girl to hide in the Sinclairs' house. Stupid move on her end really, but you were curious about their headquarters of sorts. So you follow, breathing raggedly to sell this whole 'helpless victim' façade.

You find the basement. Despite the chills that run down your spine from the scent of death (and wax) you convince her it'd be a good place to hide.

Vincent hears her as she shakily steps into his lair. He thinks she's the only one but finds it odd that she looks desperately over his shoulder as he slices her head off with a pair of garden shears.

Until he feels a blade pressed right at the base of his spine.

"You're pretty strong" Your eyes twinkle from the corner of his and he goes rigid as you dig the tip of the blade deeper. You reach to brush locks of his hair behind his ear, a growl raises from his throat but you shush him.

Your lips brush on the shell of his ear.

"I'll bring more of them here, I want to watch while you turn them into pieces of art".

Bo is feeling an inkling of worry at the sudden lack of victims. He rushes to see if they've decided to overwhelm Vincent and finds you swinging your feet while Vincent is organizing the bodies of the group.

Bo is distrustful. He thinks you've seduced his twin and while that is true, you've no bad intentions like he thinks you do.

Vincent is painfully awkward compared to your nonchalant energy. But it works, the two of you just work.

He scolds you when you get new wounds from the victims fighting back but it's a bit hypocritical when he does the same.

Though he prefers wax figures, he did dabble in oil paints again as he attempts to recreate the scene he sees of you demolishing victims.

A watcher, a stalker; an artist.

Vincent usually stays in the basement but ever since you came? When the hunt is on, he's watching you. Imprinting the image of your body shaking with muffled laughter as you pull your jaws away from the bleeding neck of a victim, spitting out their vocal cords with a satisfied hum.

"Vinnie" your coo makes him flinch but he walks out from the shadows as you beckon him with your hand. Your boyfriend stands in front of you, reaching to wipe some blood away from your cheek but really the only thing he does is move it around.

"Was that pretty, Vinnie?" he huffs through his nose and lifts your chin up so you stain his waxy lips with warm blood.

He pulls away to sign, 'Always beautifull'.

Lester Sinclair (House of Wax) -

You rode with him on the way to Ambrose.

He's taken by your looks and feels a sense of pity and regrets that you'd be dead soon. Especially since you were the only one among the others that weren't a complete asshole to him.

"Ambrose, huh" he nods, tapping his steering wheel as his eyes flit between the road and you. "Must be pretty secluded, haven't even heard of it", he laughs and tells you it's because you aren't from around here.

"See ya'" he waves at you but you scan him from head to toe in a way that's not scrutinizing but lustful. He feels his cheeks warm, you nod to him as a goodbye before you turn to walk into the death trap that is Ambrose.

He's surprised to find you covered in blood and right outside his shack later that night. Jonesy growls near his heel but you were just sitting there on his porch, casually testing the weight of the hilt of a hatchet in your hands.

"Your brothers should use you more than a glorified Ferryman" he is confused but tense. His muscles are rigid like a snake coiling to bite.

Blood drips from the ends of your hair and nose, you place the hatchet down and crouch, beckoning Jonesy' with a sweet baby voice that has the poor pup confused between staying by Lester's side or sniffing you.

"I like Ambrose," you tell him, your eyes squished into an adorable crescent shape.

"Can I stay, Lester?"

His brothers aren't aware of you until at least a week. They were extremely distrustful of you, their baby brother was someone that they did not want to be harmed. Hence why he stays out of the nitty-gritty of it all.

When you show that you're just as protective of Lester, they approve of your relationship. Not that you would let their approval get in the way of your love for him anyways.

Your boyfriend has to get used to your sudden disappearances and reappearances.

And he has to learn how to stitch you up as well. He doesn't scold you though reminds you to be more careful but drinks up your stories of the victims being crushed under your foot.

Whoever manages to stray far enough from Ambrose to find Lester's shack will find themselves in an entirely different but just as torturous hell.

Jonesy enjoys the raw feed though.

"I gotta go" Lester laughs as you whine and drag him back to your side. "I gotta check if anyone's 'lost'" he reminds but you stubbornly shake your head.

"Can't leave me, I'm hurt and defenceless"

Yeah, Lester's seen you shove the end of a rake down someone's throat with a broken arm and a concussion all while laughing. You could protect yourself with the scrapes and boo-boos from the night before just fine.

Feeling yourself lose this battle, you press a kiss to the nape of his neck as he sits and it makes his breath hitch.

Your hands circle his waist and his head hangs low as you slip your fingers down the band of his underwear.

"Stay" you plead.

"Jesus H. Christ" he turns and you grin triumphantly as he kisses you.

[sarnai4]

The Real Deal

The Penguins of Madagascar is a great show for many reasons, but I feel like one is very underrated. Despite being a comedy, it has good villains. I have seen series where the comedy becomes a bigger part, so villains are written as playful obstacles or too silly to really be taken seriously. That does not happen here.

Hans is a villain who not only acts as an antagonist for the show, but he also connects to Skipper's past, adding new layers to the already mysterious nature of the Denmark incident. Because of whatever happened, Hans is that type of villain who won't kill the heroes. He even mentions how he didn't want to fry Skipper in a real volcano. He just wants to make him miserable. These villains are so dangerous because death isn't their goal. In a sense, torture is.

Dr. Blowhole is on the other end of this. He makes it very clear that he wants Skipper dead. Between making him even "most importantly" forget how to swim (as he falls into the ocean, mind you), this dolphin has a penguin-seeking middle. He has plans to make the world suffer for his pain and will destroy anyone in his path.

Rat King is a surprisingly fun villain to me. He easily could have just been the dumb jock kind of enemy who's basically an older version of a high school bully. Despite that, he's pretty clever too, shown when he hustled the penguins out of their habitat. He's also way more ruthless than I gave him credit for being. He had a vat of acid somehow and was going to use it to kill them.

Kuchikukan was not a villain I ever expected to see in the series. Evil spirits weren't on my radar, but this is probably the only time I won't complain about their presence. He was so much fun! He mastered the combination of "light-hearted jokester who messes with the mere mortals" and "all-powerful being who can and will destroy the Earth." That's not an easy balance to strike. It's such a great time to watch him go from an almost laughable threat due to his host body, then show how much he can still do. By the time the episode is over, I know why he was able to destroy a world inside of a cheese loaf.

Blue Hen was a nice way to give the penguins a psychological threat. She knew how to come after them where it mattered most. Go after Kowalski's obsession with science and go after Skipper's position as leader. It's a shame that she only was in season 3 because it would have been fun to see what else she did with more time.

Last, but certainly not least, X. Just X because he's been an animal control officer, zookeeper, exterminator, fishmonger, storekeeper, and unemployed. Of them all, he is my favorite. I love this character so much. He's also got something going for him that I feel is unique to him. You can see the downward spiral of X throughout each episode he's in. Gradually, he becomes more and more unhinged. It makes sense that he's one of the only human villains because he's so competent that he doesn't even need to know what the penguins are saying in order to stop them from doing everything they want. He just was the pinnacle of competency to the point of even freaking Skipper out because he kept failing against him in the zookeeper episode. Through it all, we see X go from this super officer of animal control, then more and more, he loses it because of the penguins. He even gets a cameo in an episode where he's just throwing chopsticks of a poster with the penguins on it and is later shown to have bowling pins painted as penguins. I almost feel bad for him since he really did want to just do his job, but there comes a point when you have to relinquish your obsessions and he's an example of why.

The other villains were also fun to me, but these were my favorites. PoM didn't have to try hard with its villains, but they still did and I really appreciate that.

[alfredsolos]

Colin and Damian's dynamic and each of them as individuals really intrigues me, so I wanted to continue my "Damian Wayne HC's", with their relationship and my intrepretation of things.

(By the way, I already made a post about explaining Colin's character within the canon. He is a character who is very misinterpreted and most of the time written as a Jon Kent 2.0. So if you want to understand my hc's for him more, you can go into my 'Colin Wilkes' tags and see my posts about him.)

Colin is a stoic kid. Damian is a stoic kid. So they make a pretty intimidating duo.

They both are considered 'cold' but Colin is more 'silent-cold' while Damian is 'unhinged-cold'.

Colin has always admired and loved superheroes ever since Batman saved him from Scarecrow, so his stoic persona slips away whenever he comes across one. He also does not have a 'least favorite' hero. He loves all of them.

Since Colin grew up in an orphanage and every night went out as Abuse to save people, he is very protective. Damian, naturally, is very protective. So sometimes it gets in their way when they're trying to save the other during fights and they end up just messing everything up and fuck off.

Although Colin is very stoic, before he became Abuse, he was a very shy child. He had a closed-off sadness inside him since people mostly adopted babies or toddlers. He just knew that he was too old and would be without a family.

After becoming Abuse, he first hand realized how dangerous Gotham could be to the people and the children. This filled him up with a new type of feeling, so he ended up following his heroe's foot steps and became a vigilante.

Colin (canonically) found out Damian was Robin from a single back flip. His ability to stay calm in situations and assess really helps him on the field.

Colin and Damian never go to school together, never meet up as Damian and Colin. At least not at first. Their friendship is built upon duty and mission. The realization of them being friends come to them years later.

There is only one person Damian would not hesitate to tell any sorts of secret, and that's Colin Wilkes. He just knows that no matter what, Colin would never judge him or admonish him for his flaws and mistakes.

Colin rarely sees Damian's other siblings, but Damian feels like Colin isn't very interested in them despite being a superhero fan. Which in return interests Damian. He never really understands why.

Colin is not very interested in Damian's siblings because they are so unlike Damian, it becomes very uncommonly common. Sure he likes them and admires their work very much. But they simply don't fight, think, joke or understand him like Damian.

What really intrigues Colin about Damian is that his character is exactly opposite of what a hero 'should' be. He is brash, agressive, hilarious in a fucked up way, dangerous, scary, theatrical, uncaring and scarred. He is such an uncommonly uncommon person that Colin just can't help but be his friend.

Best part of being Abuse to Colin is branding criminals' faces. He isn't sadistic really, but it gives him a deep pleasure doing it.

Damian thinks branding criminals is genius, although he refrains from doing it. Branding isn't really a Bat type of thing.

Colin doesn't really get along with Jon. Jon tries to befriend him and Colin knows that he is a good kid. But befriending Jon (or any other friend of Damian) means patrolling the streets as a trio rather than a duo. He can't really explain it, but it just feels wrong to imagine Damian in a three person group. He isn't jealous or anything, he is perfectly fine with Damian patrolling with Jon. It's just that he feels like, with Damian, it's supposed to be a duo. Bringing a third person messes up the dynamic for him and Damian.

After Alfred's death, Damian (canonically) ends up leaving the Manor and continuing on his own. And for a while Damian and Colin end up living together. These are the times where they really see what they mean to each other.

Damian sometimes really struggles to see or understand what really Colin is to him. A friend, ally, rival, lover, brother? He really doesn't know. What he knows though is that Colin means so much to him and that he will keep being at his side as long as he's allowed.

When someone hurts Colin, he will hurt them as much as they hurt him. An eye for an eye.

When someone hurts Damian, he will hurt them ten times more and they'll regret ever touching him.

Although Colin is a Batman fan, he doesn't have his moral code. He won't go out of his way to kill someone, but if they do end up dying he won't care as much as he should.

When Damian was a kid and would kill someone, he wouldn't feel anything. After Bruce's influence, in those rare times that he kills someone, all he hears is his father's voice in his head. So sometimes he wonders whether he is a bad person for feeling remorse because of his father and not for actually killing someone.

Both Colin and Damian aren't touchy people.

Colin isn't a touchy person because he rarely got them when he was little and now he just doesn't find the appeal in it. He doesn't really care or desire for it as much as other kids.

Damian on the other hand basically has haphephobia (fear of touch). He doesn't trust anyone to get that much close to him. Although he doesn't feel pain from touching, he feels lightheaded and reflexively presses his arms into his body as close as he can. This of course makes him uncomfortable. And in extreme cases, flashbacks and bad memories fill him up.

So these were some of my hc's for Colin and Damian. I don't know what you guys think of their relationship (whether it's romantic or pure friendship) so think of these as anyway you want.

[rapha-reads]

IWTV rewatch

(s1 finale… Ready for pain and blood? Let's do this. *grabs tissues*)

Season 1 episode 7 [The Thing Lay Still] - part 1/3

- Oof, opening with the Moonlight Sonata, how to put you right in the mood.

- Daniel side-eyeing Rashid/Armand…

- [Daniel] "Can an immortal meet mortality?" - weeeell, to paraphrase our favourite rockstar, "the sun or the fire might kill me, but then again, it might not".

- [Louis] "Decapitation. He confided that to me one blood-drunken night in Bâton Rouge." - and then Louis proceeded to never forget it. I want to know more about their nights of hunting and partying. There's like, 80 miles (is that roughly 100km? I'm French, I don't know miles) between NOLA and Bâton Rouge, even if they're vampires, that's still a little trip that could be special when they have all of New Orleans to hunt (an anniversary? A date? A special performance of Macbeth or Puccini? Someone needs to write a fic)…

- [Louis] "Add to the toxic air a new ever-present paranoia, and now, you are with us." - kinda wish I wasn't tbh. "The toxicity, in my city"… Ahem.

- [Louis] "Lestat de Lioncourt. 179 years in the Savage Garden. 148 years the blood-drinker, the bringer of death… the deer come up the trail." - ooof, first point, Lestat, or at least, Louis' version of Lestat in this recollection, oozes danger and predator. He looks, feels and moves dangerously. And acts unhinged. His words heavily accented. Go figure if he really was that scattered and angry at that time, or if Louis' anxiety, trauma and guilt color the scene that way.

Second point, another mention of the Savage Garden! Made by Louis this time, so one could imagine that Lestat told him about it, that they had a conversation or more about the subject during those 30 years together, given that the theme is a Lestat special.

- Ooooh, the unholy family moving and acting together as one, totally in synch! Say what you want about how toxic they are for each other, it can't be denied that they are a family that knows each other by heart.

- Hey, who turned off Moonlight Sonata? Now I'm left wondering if it was extra or intradiegetic music. A disk playing in NOLA in 1940 or in Dubai in 2022? Can't decide.

- [Lestat] "Enough! Two in one night. Dolls, Bibles, letters become torches and pitchforks. We have to leave this place. We have to leave New Orleans." - should have left 10 years ago when Grace decided to kill off Louis… I wanna say better late than never but given that people are actually openly seeking your house to ask for healing and whatnot… Y'all are in danger. And obviously it's Lestat so there's no leaving discreetly. Gotta make a show out of it.

- Looooove Daniel getting distracted by Armand's presence. Cannot wait for some more Devil's Minion.

- Hello social commentary, segregated tramway, another slight to Louis and Claudia. I love the layers.

- [Claudia] "'You share a coffin with him.' [Louis] 'I don't talk in my sleep.' [Claudia] 'You share a heart with him.' [Louis] 'I can cut it off!' [Claudia] 'No, Louis. You can't. You spend an hour with him and you're breathing in sync together.'"

Thank you for confirming that they've still got it bad for each other, Claudia. Love the way the heartbeat starts getting louder, love the way Lestat can feel Louis looking at him and immediately looks back.

[Claudia] "'He'll know. It'll only work if you give in. Give him all your heart and I'll do the rest.' [Louis] 'I can't do that. I'll lose myself in him.' [Claudia] 'Leave a little shelf inside there for me. I'll jump back in and pull you out before I kill him. Can you do that for us, Louis? Louis?' [Louis] 'Yeah, I can do it.'"

*screams* First the wink and Lestat obviously seeking Louis' attention. Then Claudia directly asking Louis to keep a part of his heart for her, all that she's ever wanted, to be put first. Then her overestimating her pull on Louis and underestimating the intensity of Lestat and Louis' relationship. And then Louis very clearly knowing he cannot resist his feelings for Lestat no matter what. And finally Louis outright lying to Claudia saying he can pull it through while already knowing it will destroy him, have you seen his face in the last shot before leaving the tram? He knows he can't but he'll still try and maybe do it, but he'll lose a part of himself, and he's already grieving for it.

Then again. That's 2022 Louis describing the scene and the conversation, with the hindsight of 80 years or more (I'm bad at maths) of knowing what he's lost and how he lost it and how much of himself he's lost. Maybe 1940 Louis wasn't thinking of that at all.

*screams a little bit more* Maybe if y'all learn to openly communicate, we wouldn't be currently plotting a murder. Maybe.

- [Louis] "'What about Greece? Cradle of Western civilisation.' [Lestat] 'Sun worshippers, hot springs…. Those Who Must Be Kept.' [Louis] 'What was that?' [Lestat] 'Nothing.'"

Yeah, absolutely nothing. Don't mind that. It's really not important. Not at all about to come back and bite you all in the neck.

Things that mean nothing for show-only and everything for book readers… *jumps around the room in excitement*

Do we think Marius is still in Greece in 1940? If Lestat still meets him around 1789-1790, it's been a century and a half, he's definitely moved them somewhere else.

Love how Lestat's face goes vacant and momentarily dreamy when he starts thinking about Akasha. You can tell she still lingers in his mind.

- [Claudia] "'Bach. Always back to Bach.' [Lestat] 'Bach is beyond you.' [Claudia] 'Yes, the music of the master race is… not made for these mongrel ears.' [Lestat] 'You irritate me. Your very presence irritates me.' [Claudia] 'I came to make peace with you, Uncle Les.' [Lestat] 'Mm. Sister, daughter, infant death, you must think me an idiot.' [Louis] 'Could you two please just…?' [Claudia] 'Musique française pour les mains françaises ?'"

Pleaaase I love them. Toxic mother-daughter relationship, it's like looking into a mirror. Love all of Claudia's punches. Bailey's French is really good. And love how Louis immediately moves in to turn the pages for them.

- Oooh, so the party idea is not Lestat's but part of Claudia's murder scheme? How delightful!! Like father like daughter I guess, how they resemble each other so much. And love how Lestat starts by being against it and then gets slowly seduced by the idea.

- Oh, goddamn fucking bloody Tom Anderson is still bloody fucking alive. Kill hiiiiiim, please kill him. Wonder why he hasn't led a mob to their doors yet, with how he literally has known them since 1910 and has a pic showing them still as they are. Too chicken, Tom? Or too New Orleans, rather not know and keep going as is? Oh, I see, tempted to make your own deal with the "Devil". Ha. Idiot.

- [Louis] "The weird brothers and their doll-like sister were coming out." - I just like this line. Tells about a whole story hidden behind the main story.

- "Let the flesh instruct the mind." - now that is one hell of a line.

- Lestat playing his bloody Marie-Antoinette fantasy is simultaneously so bad taste and so hilarious.

- Their outfits are GORGEOUS. And the white is making Louis' green eyes even greener.

- [Louis] "The blood was everywhere. The veins and arteries of a few hundred hearts ringing out like air sirens, drowning out the rhythm section of the hired band."

I love how Louis' narration is almost inaudible beneath the sounds of heartbeats.

- Lmao, Lestat has groupies everywhere he goes.

- [Louis] "A cascade of feelings came over me as I watched him sponge up the adoration. I wanted him dead. I wanted him all to myself. The fasting was a mistake. I wasn't thinking clearly. Something was off."

You never think clearly around Lestat, Lou babe. Case in point, the besotted face you were just making at him, that he was returning to you (where are Sam and Jacob's awards), and the fact that suddenly you can't even tell Claudia's mental voice from - oh, a wild Antoinette appears. Yeah, something is off.

- When can we get rid of Tom Anderson. Soon? "It's got to be one of those tricks that you and your fag pederast satanic trio got in your pocket." Ugh, he looks so proud of his dumb line. Please tell me we're draining him soon. Thank you Louis.

- Aaaah, a balcony scene, aaaaaah! Aaaah, the lightning of cigarettes, aaaaaaah! Aaaaah, Lestat being emotional and genuine, aaaaaah!

Time to sing Sam Reid's praises:

"I'm going to miss this place. There's not an inch of this city that wasn't built from the fierce wilderness that surrounds it. Hurricanes, floods, fevers. The damp climate on every painted sign, every stone facade. High windows, through which enamelled bits of civilisation glitter. Silhouettes emerging, wandering out to catch a silent flash of lightning. The silky warmth of summer rain. Desperately alive… and desperately fragile. The hunger has me too, it seems."

*pterodactyl screech*

It's the way his voice wavers with barely restrained emotion. It's the tears glittering in his eyes. It's the way he never stops looking at Louis. It's the way New Orleans was, is and continues to be a metaphor for him, for Louis and for their relationship, "I am she, she is me".

The way his voice breaks on "desperately alive", because at the end of it, that's what Lestat, little Wolfkiller, who refused Magnus' bite and was forced into the darkness, who rejected the idea of a coven, who gazed upon the Mother of all vampires, Lestat who is constantly struggling to run away from his pain, trauma and loneliness, that's what he is, desperate and alive and desperately alive. And so afraid to show his real self to Louis and be rejected for it that he immediately makes a joke out of his deeply genuine moment.

And the way Louis refuses to engage with this moment also says a lot about where Louis is at at this stage. Refusing to give in fully, rejecting the true emotions, running away from both Lestat's love (because that's what it's about) and his own love (the shame and the guilt and the fear)… Refusing to open up his heart and thus forcefully closing down any door that could be opened.

Imagine for a moment that Louis had answered Lestat's feelings in truth? What would it have changed, in what ways? Or would it not have changed anything, because neither he nor Lestat are in control of the narrative at that point and Claudia holds the power? And what would Louis responding in kind and giving in to Lestat's depth and his own emotions look like? It would be interesting to explore it…

ep1 | ep2 | ep3 | ep4 | ep5 | ep6 | part 2 | part 3

[childotkw]

Ahhh! I'm absolutely in love with your Lucemond fic snippets. The idea of Lucerys bonding with the Cannibal over their shared consumption of dragon flesh is just so *chef's kiss*. Also that line about Lucerys thinking about the way Arrax was still looking out for him even in death. My poor heart. I've seen a few people mention Lucerys surviving and bonding with him, but no one talked about how such a thing could come to pass when the dragon has a history of killing any who try to fly him.

A part of me can't help but think about the utterly dark and unhinged potential of their bond. Perhaps there is no real love and gentle affection between them, not like Lucerys' bond with Arrax, but they have a shared experience and an understanding of doing whatever it takes to survive. The Cannibal is always hungry for the flesh of his kin, and he can sense that same sort of hunger in his newly bonded. It resonates between them. It makes the ancient beast want to nuture that hunger, ensure that his feral little rider survives and grows stronger. The old dragon feeds Lucerys' need for revenge, and the human helps feed the beast's rage and cravings for battle and any spoils that he can claim. It creates a really beautiful and terrifying sort of symmetry.

And now for an utterly depraved idea...

Imagine the Cannibal swooping in and fighting an enemy dragon while Lucerys is involved in some skirmish on the ground and ripping off a chunk of flesh. The Blacks win the fight and the dragon lands and presents the lump to its rider like an offering.

Lucerys is quiet as he watches the great dragon lower its massive head and nudge the meat towards him. He can hear the whispers of onlookers calling his bonded a monster and how they should all fear for their lives. Through their bond he can feel Cannibal's quiet encouragement. Here. The flesh of your enemy. Eat. Be strong. With Cannibal's thoughts echoing in his head head, he opens his mouth and commands, "Dracarys."

The dragon's flames errupt forth, scorching the meat in a controlled burst of emerald fire. The gathered crowd watches on in shock and horror as the Prince draws out a knife and slices away a strip of seared meat. The Cannibal throws back his head with a proud roar as the boy accepts and his teeth sink into his gift.

(Tell me Aemond wouldn't go absolutely unhinged and feral over finding out Lucerys ended up eating Arrax in order to survive and may have just eaten a piece of one of the Green's dragons. It'd probably be worse if it was Vhagar that was injured too. Haha.)

I'm frothing at the mouth with this - it's like you're in my head.

When I thought up the whole symbolic cannibalism of Lucerys eating bits of Arrax to survive, I was so giddy. It happens rarely, but some of the things my brain comes up with honestly blow me away. I just immediately sat down and went yes YES this is what I need.

Poor boy is going to Go Through Some Things under my tender care. Just a dash more trauma and survivor guilt to make him extra spicy.

Lucerys will be walking a very fine line for most of this - and god am I excited to dive into his bond with Cannibal.

The unspoken understanding between them, that soul-deep connection, distorted reflections of each other…it'll be so good.

Lucerys' gradual shifts in personality, guided by Cannibal's own - it's like being caught in the tail of a comet. Cannibal is old, he has been around since the dawn of the Targaryen dynasty, and Lucerys is so young, too young to be able to keep himself grounded in the face of such a force of nature. Cannibal's hunger, that insatiable bloodlust - it'll start to bleed through, and Lucerys will be made into something new.

Especially in the beginning, when their bond is so fresh, Lucerys will feel the need to reinforce their connection. But once they've settled into their new dynamic, that will be when it becomes…routine for him. Normal. The disgust and shame mostly doused by the heady rush of power that comes from being a predator.

Once the war begins in earnest, and they are too valuable to leave wallowing on Dragonstone, Lucerys takes to eating his meals with Cannibal. He doesn't always partake in whatever prey Cannibal hauls in - sometimes it's enough for him to simply mime that act; but more often than not he'll return to camp with animal blood staining his mouth and hands.

The men are unnerved, Targaryens have always been…queer to outsiders, but who are they to question a dragon? Who are they to question Lucerys Velaryon, the rider of one of the largest dragons alive, and who is said to be unkillable?

No. They merely avert their eyes from the boy when he returns from visiting his beast, keeping their thoughts to themselves and praying that the day never comes when they are seen as prey.

(And as for Aemond? Well, when he hears the rumours surrounding Lucerys, when he hears how he drenches his pale skin in the blood of his kills, when he hears the way people speak of the boy with hushed fear instead of scorn…he can't help but laugh.

Because Lucerys had always been a violent, hungry little creature.

It's just now that everyone else sees the truth.)

[mothgardens]

im back again with another lyric analysis <3 this edition is for Sastiel (my beloved).

State Of Grace by Taylor Swift (preferably the acoustic version)

All Sam has known for his whole life is touch and go. He has never been in one place for more than a few months at a time (other than his escape to Stanford).

He also has been more aware and open-minded than Dean his whole life; he has a changing mind when given new information, like how he learns to understand that the ‘monsters’ they fight aren’t always evil, and that he can empathize with them. He learned this far before Dean.

He has always loved whole and hard; his love always bleeds, he has been hurt so much through losing the people he held dearest. They fade away.

“You come around and the armor falls” <— is literally the Gadreel grace retraction scene. Cas telling Sam “The only person who has screwed up things more consistently than you, is me.” !! So delicate and intimate.

They have each other. Even when Dean is missing or gone, even when they feel like they have messed everything up, they have each other. They don’t let go, they can’t, they won’t. <3

“Just go to my room and turn on Netflix, you will figure it out” is such an important line to me (even though i couldn’t find the real quote). Sam feels comfortable enough with Cas to let him be in his room, his private space, alone. Cas feels comfortable enough in Sam’s room to take his beloved trench coat off. They trust each other; when they are together, everything is wiped clean.

THIS IS THEM !! ^^^

Cas was never a saint. He didn’t succeed as God. He didn’t succeed as an Angel of the Lord. He didn’t succeed in Dean’s eyes. (“Something always goes wrong, Dean”; “Why does that always seem to be you.”).

Sam loved a werewolf. Sam loved a demon. Sam loved a witch. In Dean’s eyes, Sam always loved in shades of wrong.

They learned to live with the pain, separately at first, but, they also learned to live with each other’s pain. Cas literally told Sam, “I was lost until I took your pain”.

According to Google, Mosaic is “an individual (especially an animal) composed of cells of two genetically different types”.

Sam and Cas are systematically different on a surface level, obviously, as angel and human, but Sam also has demon blood running through him. It’s part of him. Sam and Cas, on an inner, biological level, are opposites. They’re LITERALLY “Mosaic broken hearts”.

When they’re together they’re brave. Especially when Cas is looking for Sam, or protecting him.

- “Who are you, and where is Sam?”

- “You wont take Sam Winchester. I won't let you.”

- “You come near Sam Winchester, and I will kill you.”

But, also, their love is wild, they have such s chaotic energy as a duo. They are unhinged, but also mean well.

To me, grace is literally their entire theme. (I am a bitch for the grace drinking ‘purification’ idea, too.)

Cas believes Sam is a worthwhile fight: “Nothing is worth losing you”.

This last line, to me, is totally post-Jack era. They have a family together, a son, that they both would die for. They love each other. Sam sent so many texts with Cas left, he was so worried. When Cas showed back up in the bunker he looked at him like he could make his world continue spinning.

Lastly, the chorus:

Sam never thought Cas would come into his life. A real angel. An angel who would later become one of the most important people in his life.

Cas never expected Sam to be this important to him. He thought of Sam as the ‘boy with demon blood’, an abomination. But, Sam proved himself to be so much more than that.

Neither of them would ever be where they are without each other, and they will never be the same.

———————

Okay :3 that is all.

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Unhinged ask:

Vacationer types - which are TBB boys?

and/or

TBB with an SO that is inquisitive, always asking or wanting to learn.

ty 🌑

I’ll be honestly: I wasn’t entirely sure what you meant by “vacationer types.” I shall shamelessly admit to googling it, which, in fact, did not help, so we’re going based on the first link I read: the planner, the relaxer, the adventurer, the budgeter, and the documentor.

Let’s go in a less common order! (Also, this is post TBB series + a happy ending. I feel like things would be quite a bit different before and during the show)

Wrecker - The Adventurer! (Is anyone surprised?) It’s a vacation, not a mission! If he wants to go explore that shop or this dark and dubious tunnel, all planning goes out the window!

Having an inquisitive SO only spurs this impulse, much to Hunter’s chagrin. If they point out something that catches their eye, Wrecker’s the first to check it out. He may not innately have answers to their questions, but he’s more than willing to make an effort to enable them to try to figure it out themselves – to a point. He may get bored and start wandering if the subject in question isn’t particularly interactive.

Crosshair – The Relaxer – His favorite part of beach trips is plopping into a hammock and listening to the ruckus his brothers cause nearby. It’s rare for him to have that kind of peace. Alone, things would be too quiet; he’d be too exposed, but with the sounds of splashing waves and feigned rage, he’s able to truly relax in a way that’s been robbed from him for years.

He’ll entertain an inquisitive partner for a time, but eventually, he’ll grab them and haul them onto the hammock with him with a barely audible “shh,” eager to share that rare, treasured stillness with them.

Hunter – The Planner – He’s spent his entire life working toward perfecting strategies that literally meant the difference between life and death for his brothers. Those habits aren’t quick to fade and resurface a bit too intensely during vacations. It didn’t take long for his brothers to break him of meticulous itineraries, but he still has Tech research possible dangers and goes through excessive planning to account for each one.

An SO that’s prone to asking numerous questions was initially overwhelming as he strove to maintain some degree of control over his uncooperative family, but, as he slowly comes to accept that things aren’t going to go terribly wrong if he isn’t there to supervise, those endless questions become a welcome distraction even if he often times has no answer to offer.

Tech – The Documentor – …is… is anyone surprised by this? Anyone? He’s literally been documenting everything already, and the chance to visit a new planet without some lingering responsibility dominating their actions? That’s a dream come true! He spends the entire time studying everything from unique cultures to foreign flora and fauna, and happily recants his newly acquired knowledge with anyone near enough to listen.

The more questions his SO asks, the happier he gets! The man will talk himself hoarse. It’s a problem, but he’s so damn cute and passionate – it’s one of the easiest ways to get him to smile.

Echo – The Budgeter – After the first few trips, he started planning two budgets: the one he shared with the others and the one he’d actually prepared. It was the only way to keep from spending every credit they had as expenses inevitably exceeded what should have been enough. Now, he merely sighs dramatically when someone splurges on an impulse buy, but the chance for everyone to truly unwind and enjoy themselves is well worth it.

Like Hunter, he was initially too focused on trying to keep the others reined in, so answering numerous questions was met with distracted replies followed by heart-felt apologies. As things calmed down, however, he was all-too happy to fall into an endless conversation, discussing whatever curiosity their SO was taken with rather than trying to merely offer a direct answer. It becomes a gentle, calming routine and a lovely excuse to pull them just a bit closer so neither have to talk loudly to be heard over the others.

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[trashlie]

hey this is lil anon again :3 listen we're all so feral about the latest fp episode can i just talk about it some more please and dump my thoughts here bc oh my god so many thoughts 🙏🏾 you can leave my other, longer ask in your inbox for now if you want to it's totally fine bc sdhfgdhfjksdhfk FERAL

PLEASE it is actually soooo funny how maya asks such a simple question: "why is he your friend?" - and shinae just explodes and goes off at the him in her head HISS GROWL I WANT YOU AND IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU THEN YOU'RE NOT GONNA HAVE ANYTHING OF MINE and maya just stares at her in shock and disbelief like: 😶😶😶. and you are ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. how can she possibly put nol and what he means to her and what she feels for him into words??? something something if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more. shinae is so intense and bold and fiery I LOVE THAT SOOOOOO MUCH and tbh compared to shinae, nol is handling his feelings like a champ actually 😹 like at least the tiger hasn't bitten anyone (yet) LMAOOOOOOO he's been holding back a lot, trying his best to stay composed, mortified by his desire to kiss her because how dare he even *think* about that. it's the same intensity, the same feelings at the same time but he's very in his head, meanwhile shinae - the feral little cat - is just completely unhinged and off the rails. it's incredible. poor girl, all these new feelings and realizations hitting her all at once and she's understandably SO ANGRY that she can NOT control it and go back to normal, that he's making her such a mess, passed out on the bed bc it was all too much for her to handle.

you know, before 235 i thought their meeting would be… on the soft/sweet/wholesome(?) side bc of the new shyness and nervousness and vulnerability that comes with these realizations, maybe a through the door conversation without directly facing each other (like i mentioned in my longer ask), but we've kinda had that with the balcony "you're special to me" scene, right. so idk maybe shinae will just storm in there a fiery raging whirlwind of emotions and be all like how DARE you steal my heart and then try to get rid of me and run away, you asshole. IF YOU WON'T GIVE ME BACK MY HEART, THEN I NEED YOU TO BE MINE!!!!! it sounds so dramatic but seeing what all this is doing to shinae, how it brings out the fiery bold possessive assertive side in her, who knows??? she's for sure not letting go without leaving her claw marks on him. as she should.

and YES YES it's def both jealousy and insecurity. i didn't expect it to come up as part of her realization simply bc it wasn't on my mind tbh, but it works so well as part of the ✨realization process✨!! if just platonic then you don't get jealous and insecure, then it (typically) doesn't matter if/who they're dating. but if you can't stomach them being with anyone else but you, if you want them all to yourself, then sorry but that is NOT "friends". and there's definitely a comment here to be made about how alyssa isn't just some random hot girl, she's an idol and as such she embodies what's conventionally attractive and desirable, smth smth beauty standards patriarchy society. and she leaves nol cold but shinae still can't help but become hyperaware of it all bc everything you said ;; i can't get over the "timing" of this scene either bc we see shinae crying happy tears and for a moment she's forgotten her drama but then BAM suddenly there's gorgeous glamorous idol alyssa dancing on stage, and nol is there, looking at her, and they're both at this elite event in this world that shinae is simply not a part of. and. smth smth alyssa being a good dancer nol being a good dancer meanwhile shinae has two left feet. it's like the universe is laughing at her, telling her "she is all that and you aren't, she can have him and you don't". and as if it's not enough, of course it's the girl who gave her all this trauma. of course. how can it not sting her how can she not become insecure honestly ;; i too would immediately lose my appetite :<

(there's also the juxtaposition of shinae being surrounded by unconditional love, a supportive family, in a peaceful home where she can be raw and messy, fully accepted as she is, bags under her eyes and snot on her face and all; meanwhile alyssa is all glammed up, on the tv screen, putting on a performance for strangers that will only ever love her conditionally, that will never know the real her, is in a group that doesn't like her, is in an unsafe environment, surrounded by people who prey on girls like her, no one by her side 😔💔) i also wonder a little bit if not nol himself could (unintentionally of course) play into shinae's insecurity… especially in this initial stage bc like. he's a conventionally attractive dude; tall, handsome, nice smile, he's charming, he's got a rich dad too. shinae isn't stupid she's very aware of this. she's noticed how women reacted to him at the formal. one of them even commented that "he's way out of her league" or smth like that when she saw them together (which :/// shallow rich people talk 🙄)… and when it's friendship then you don't care, and she didn't care back then, and rationally she knows nol is not shallow like that, that she really shouldn't worry about such things, but when you're so young, inexperienced, have low self-esteem, are in such an emotional state, then suddenly you start questioning yourself on this shallow level. why would someone with his looks and money be interested in me, when he could have (and does have) an "alyssa-level" girl? sure he might like me as a friend but would he ever want me like that? it's like when you're crushing on the hot guy you've been friendly with and suddenly become all too aware of the hot girl that all the boys (and girls) have their eyes on. you just can't help but be aware that you're simply not her :/ yeah i think. she's going to need affirmation and reassurance re: what alyssa is/was to him, but i think more importantly, she'd need it about herself, what he likes about her, how he feels about her, that he doesn't want anyone else, that she *is* beautiful in her own way even if she doesn't see it herself, and then she'll hopefully grow more confident from it ~

-feral lil anon 😼

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm so sorry it took me all day to get to this response! I could NOT pull my brain together and kept getting distracted and having more feral breakdowns about Stalkyoo alfkajkfjkafjkafjka lmao and then I had to cry about my babies performing tonight and I have been through EMOTIONS but also ALSO I LOVE THIS MESSAGE SO MUCH I'm gonna do my best to do it justice because you ABSOLUTELY bring up things I also want to yell more about!!!!

There's something SO funny to me about how much Nol and Shinae mirror each other. That we now can tell they started to fall for each other at the same time and it just kept growing, that it's on the SAME DAY that they're becoming aware of these feelings, in much the same way - yknow, being so embarrassed to have FEELINGS lmao. But YES Nol does a much better job containing it at all. I want to say it's probably because he's so used to hiding everything, holding things in, but we also know he came so very close to just biting Shinae before he kicked her out lmao and it's not like Shinae hasn't also been decent at pretending things aren't wrong, but MAN she's so beyond her breaking point at this stage, isn't she lmaooooooo She CAN'T contain it - it's too big, too loud, too messy, so carnal. She's been trying for so long to keep shoving it into this box it doesn't fit and it just keeps growing bigger and bigger and spilling out. Something so funny to me about her is that Shinae.... like she kinda externalizes a lot and I'm trying to figure out how to explain this because clearly she isn't good at telling people about her problems, but as a result of being alone so much she talks through her thoughts out loud, to Lil Buddy, so of course for this she NEEDED to externalize to Maya. Because yes, it's so messy, it's spilling out everywhere and the more she tries to make sense of it the bigger a mess she makes and Maya really DID have to put it in words for her. I know I said I wanted Shinae to come to the conclusion without anyone else saying it but I still love how this played out because she still said, OF HER OWN FREE WILL, "If I can't have you" LIKE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But also we know that Shinae just has an EFFECT on Nol and while he's doing a good job keeping things at bay, all things considered, I think the moment she goes back to his hospital room it's all gonna just be.... *sweeps papers off the desk* lmao

Another tangential thought I've had is that neither of them have really gotten to BE teenagers. Nol is forever having to play a game of making sure he doesn't make too many waves, doesn't get noticed. Likewise, Shinae has had to be the good girl while her dad is always busy working, not get into trouble, take care of herself, get good grades. Maya goes on to remind us, too, that Shinae didn't even HAVE any social experiences beyond what happened in middle school, just. Rolls with things stopped making friends. There's so many teenager moody things that they've largely missed out on and we're seeing so much of that come bubbling out. Yes, Shinae's moodiness is mostly because girl is CRANKY she hasn't slept she hasn't eaten and she's scaling the walls trying to figure out why she thinks her friend is pushing her away (he's not) and what she has to do to make him stay (figure out feelings) and she's just SO frustrated it all spills out. Relatable. I, too, become an awful monster when I haven't slept LMAO but it's just SO nice to see them have this moment? Get to be selfish and moody and a little bratty when they have spent so long trying to just be good and get by. Let them have a tantrum or three, it's fine!

Also LITERALLY SAME. I thought Shinae would realize her feelings, maybe balk at them, hide away for a day, try to deny them, then become determined and go back to him but too shy to look him in the eyes to face him, yes maybe talk through the door so this was SUCH a surprise but YEAH YOU ARE RIGHT! They already had that tender shy little moment. Now they can just be. Feral lmaooooooo listen idc how corny it is I'm exploring EVERY possibility I can, writing half-baked fic moments in my head. I want Shinae to wake up and go in guns BLAZING I want her to say dumb things she doesn't stop to think about FINE IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU YOU CAN'T HAVE ANY OF MY THINGS what are you talking about I SAID YOU'RE A THIEF AND THAT'S WHY YOU'RE GOING TO PRISON GIVE ME BACK MY THINGS something something there's one thing he can't give back something something you're a thief, too alkfjkfjFKAFKJAKJF SCREAMS I need Nol to just say something SO blunt that makes her stop in her tracks aljakfjkafjafjk lmao I need her confessing in every which way but the words again, until he's standing too close SCREAMS

idk idk idk however it goes I know I'm going to love it because they just are going at it with such equal energy and I'm PRETTY SURE Dieter is going to talk to Nol while Shinae sleeps so maybe that will give Nol the conviction to say what he couldn't, now that Shinae has figured out the answer to "why isn't because friends" enough. Actually, more than anything, I want Nol to end up in the kind of position where he blurts something out without thinking or he acts on his feelings just BLINDLY because I just need him to see that he can't keep running from things and pretending and that Shinae is someone he cannot resist so make the right choices, boy. I need him to understand how much he wants her and deserves to ACT ON THAT ALFJKAFLJAFAJFLKJAFJF RRRRRRRRR FRRTFTT GROWL HISSSSSSSSS

but alfjakfjkfajfka THE INSECURITIES GET TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE because YES at the end of the day it's not just anyone. It's ALYSSA. The very person who gave Shinae her trauma, the person who GAVE HER HER ACTUAL SCAR. It's not the first time Shinae has envied something of Alyssa, either - Alyssa with her warm, beautiful mom and her big home and all her opportunities and her family so suffocating by being parents, Alyssa with her many talents with her intelligence. I really REALLY like the point, too, that it's not just Nol looking at Nol, it's Nol at that party in a world that Shinae is not a part of, doesn't belong to. Logic doesn't stand much against insecurity and jealousy or else she'd be able to remind her that Nol doesn't much like the world he technically belongs to, that Alyssa doesn't make him happy. Somewhere in her jealousy she sees the way she measures to Alyssa in these shallow ways and it hurts to come up short like that! AND RIGHT the girls at the gala saying Nol is out of her league! Shinae is like... aware that Nol is handsome (she literally said VERY handsome) but most of the time it doesn't seem to be a thing she thinks about - mostly because she hasn't really openly thought about him in a romantic way. But now that she's got these feral feelings about trying to keep him and have him and know him and see all the parts of him that he hides from her, she's facing the reality of how she looks to others, compared to him, compared to Alyssa. Sangchul has even implied it a couple times - Nol has a hot idol girlfriend so what is it about Shinae that's so special why is he hung up on her, what does she do that can possibly be better than a hot idol girlfriend.

And if there's something I love it, it's the tender unfurling petals of first love and the insecurity and jealousy that blooms with it, that ache that you aren't good enough that you can't possibly compare, because it leads to the REASSURANCES. Nol has SO many reasons to prefer Shinae, so many reasons to have fallen for her. I REALLY feel like we'll have a callback to that day Shinae asked Nol why Dieter might like to date her, when he told her he has a couple reasons in mind. Like... self consciousness and feeling inadequate is an awful feeling but I LOVE how it can be used in text, because also right: IF PLATONIC WHY FEEL LIKE THIS? Jealousy can be a useful device when it's not toxic and in this case it's someone like Shinae who has never really been made to feel like she's special, who has never seen anything in herself, realizing that she has fallen SO HARD for her friend who has a bombshell girlfriend and is super handsome and himself and comes from this elite world of affluent people. But there's also so much Shinae doesn't know about him yet, either, so much she hasn't had a chance to digest about him. She's seeing things at face value but I need him to tell her to her face that she makes him feel a kind of peace that NOTHING else does, that he cannot help but gravitate to her, that she's LITERALLY made his life worth living. Remind her that even though he was trying to avoid her, he failed SO miserably. Nol didn't get to tell Shinae at the party what he likes about her and DAMNIT I WANT TO HEAR IT!!!!!!!!! Especially because we've seen Shinae's POV of him at this poignant moments, I want to hear from Nol's mouth what he likes about her, the way he sees her. Like her, does he feel like clouds part when she's near, does she make all of the noise quiet for the moment? Does he find himself wanting her to notice more, wanting to steal more of those private moments where they open to each other?

I WANT TO HEAR IT SO BADLYYYYYYYYYYY and I want her to know that she doesn't have to compare herself to Alyssa, that there's no one in that world who has ever caught his attention the way she has. That no amount of money could make anyone from that society better than her. That it's not about any of that - it's about what she makes him feel. Just as much as Nol has had such an impact on Shinae, we've seen it in Nol. I agree that it's far too soon for her to know that he's literally still alive because of her lmao (that's just so much it's so overwhelming!!!!) but there are other ways she's impacted his life. When he told her he really hoped she'd get the job working with them, I think he meant it. Life was more interesting with her in it, he wanted to be around her more before Yui reminded him of what she does.

Like idk to me that insecurity is such a quintessential aspect of puberty and teenage years and first love. That rush of trying to see how others perceive you and the reassurance that comes from the person you like? GOD. And especially for people like Nol and Shinae, who have felt so invisible, so underappreciated, who have never really been made to feel special, having this with each other just LKFJAJKFJAFKAFKAFJLJAFLKJFKf

Also don't think I haven't forgotten about Yujing complimenting Shinae, or that moment when Nol made her laugh during her dance with Kousuke. How he was literally right in her face doing her make up and how it just augmented how pretty she already is. While I don't think he probably has that conscious thinking of it - gee golly Shinae sure is pretty because you know.... *gestures vaguely at his life* i SO BADLY want him to tell her that ;A; that she's beautiful ;A; like to be fair I think something about Stalkyoo that is SO well done is that it's all so deeply based on connection and the way those feelings developed as a result, as opposed to attraction first, but especially in the light of Shinae feeling so jealous and insecure, I want him to saaaaayyyyyyyy iiiiiiiiiiiiit. I want him to tell her how pretty she is when she laughs and lights up, what a beautiful smile she has and that he wants to be the one who makes her smile more I WANT THE CHEESY FUCKING SHIT DAMNIT I DON'T CARE I'M NOT GONNA PRETEND OTHERWISE ALKJAKFJKAFKJAFJKAFAFKJLKJAF SCALES THE WALL SCURRIES ACROSS MY CEILING AND STARTS CHEWING THROUGH MY CEILING FAN

I want him to reassure that there is not ONE way she pales against someone like Alyssa, that she is worth so much more to him ;A; howls

I WANT HIM TO TOUC HER FACE WITH HIS BIG STUPID HANDS AND BRUSH HIS THUMB ACROSS HER CHEEK AGAIN AND CONFESS THAT HE IS SO MISERABLY INCAPABLE OF RESISTING HER AND THAT NO ONE ELSE COULD POSSIBLY COMPARE BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE HAS EVER MADE HIM FEEL SO SEEN, FEEL LIKE HE MATTERS, NO ONE ELSE HAS EVER MADE HIM WANT TO BREAK HIS OWN RULES

JUST SCREAMING INTO THE NIGHT

also ;A;

(there's also the juxtaposition of shinae being surrounded by unconditional love, a supportive family, in a peaceful home where she can be raw and messy, fully accepted as she is, bags under her eyes and snot on her face and all; meanwhile alyssa is all glammed up, on the tv screen, putting on a performance for strangers that will only ever love her conditionally, that will never know the real her, is in a group that doesn't like her, is in an unsafe environment, surrounded by people who prey on girls like her, no one by her side 😔💔)

tHAT SHIT HURTED THAT SHIT HURTED ;____________;

Alyssa my tragic, messy girl ;A; I can't help but love the tragedy of her, I can't help but be so invested. The way Shinae and Alyssa have been foiled against each other and how I know we will continue to see this. There's something about... yknow like Alyssa doesn't have FEELINGS for Nol, but I think Nol going from Alyssa to Shinae is SO poignant in a painful way. Alyssa's former crush!!!!! I think in much the same way as we're going to see Nol become all the things Kousuke feared, we're going to see that in Alyssa and Shinae. Like... imagine being Alyssa and watching someone like Shinae capture Nol's attention, capture Yui's attention, capture Kousuke's attention. It's because she's so sincere and faces confrontation head on that people take notice of her, but that's something Alyssa has never really been able to learn. She puts on a brave face like Shinae told her, but she can't do the rest of it. She's so terrified of this secret she holds, of what she is and what people will think of her, and she continues to put on a persona to keep it at bay. Meanwhile I think we're going to watch Shinae walk a path Alyssa never could - find her own success by being authentic and true to herself, not having to live in that shell, that mask. Shinae will do everything Alyssa has never been able to do. ;_______;

And yeah, that juxtaposition makes Shinae's insecurity all the more intriguing to explore because she's so insecure about these shallow things, but Alyssa is insecure about the things that DO matter, the things that make Shinae special, and make Alyssa so forgettable.

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gonna go sob now HECK

[teawizard]

Okaaaay! 'Week 2' of @encanto-extended-edition event!

Relationships...... (warning: a lot of words, I feel like I am coming up with the stuff on the go, but some pictures too! So please at least have a look at them!)

I am slowly reimagining Daniela's whole narrative and I want to focus on her having the time of her life :)

So, I thought that making her a part of a small chaotic friend group would be fun!

Daniela (left) and Dioselina (middle) are close neighbours, really old childhood friends and are really passionate about art, acting out their favourite books, etc. Bruno joins the group later.

Dioselina

Dioselina is a really huge support for Daniela. She lives on a farm and is used to manual labour from when she was little. Due to an accident, she loses her right arm but is still insistent on helping her parents and siblings. She is kind of stoic and brave, sociable and very confident. Dioselina is like a 'straight one' of the group, the voice of reason. She is more inclined to music than other art, but because she lost her right arm, she is not capable of playing musical instruments and is left (😉) with singing which she does really well.

Her deal with Daniela is that Daniela is 'the creative and crazy one'. As they are close friends, Daniela is comfortable to be her curious and impulsive self around Selina. They really enjoy talking with each other, they have the same sense of humour. And Selina keeps Daniela out of trouble :)

Bruno

Bruno is introduced to Daniela by Dioselina. One day Selina went to him for a vision, than he almost had a breakdown because it was the third vision that had to do with the agriculture that day. Selina felt sorry for him and asked about the familiar book she'd seen on the shelf when she'd entered the room. They talked a bit and she left. She starts to visit him, they talk about the book and they get close really fast.

Bruno isn't really shy at this age. He is adventurous and gets really irritated that he has to do visions for everyone everyday (because they are good visions mostly). He has some friends at school, but most of them think he is weird, because he can infodump about books or future for hours and has no filter, so he sometimes says a lot of disturbing shit. His sisters love him and defend him against bullies, but they have too much responsibility. They skip school a lot and don't really share his interests.

So, when he meets the girls, he is over the moon. They share his interests, they listen to his rambles and come up with scenarios even crazier than he saw in the future 'movies' (whatever that means) and they don't 'censor' him. Of course, it takes time for Daniela to warm up to him, but she does eventually.

The group

As a group they are a menace really. Bruno is usually the one that initiates 'the troubles', Daniela supports him and makes it more unhinged and Dioselina is here to look at those idiots fail and then help them.

At first, they try to prevent Bruno's visions from coming true. As an experiment they try to not let old Señora Sevanna's favourite apple tree fall but they unknowingly trigger said vision and end up in trouble.

As Bruno is overly righteous, after some not good people asking for his vision, he asks the girls multiple times to help him take revenge. Daniela usually gets really agitated and they come up with a thousand plans to kill the guy, but Dioselina reasons with them and they instead steal his chicken or trick him into thinking his barn is haunted.

Also, I thought, one time, they try to make Bruno more popular. They fake some of his visions, Dioselina gossips around town that she had heard only good things from him, because his limit of good news is one vision a day, but it ends in the whole town standing in line and fighting to get Bruno's vision first.

With time they become less interested in the shenanigans. They gossip about their respective sisters and brothers, their friends from school, discuss their future. Daniela is the one that brings up 'adult stuff' on the group meetings. She hangs out with her brother and sister's friends sometimes and also found a dirty book in her siblings' room, though she doesn't know who it belongs to.

SO being high on the hormones and her mother disapproving her friendship with Bruno, they start a relationship, which ends fast. They aren't exactly ready for marriage (they are 16 and 18 come on), and Daniela doesn't want even to kiss Bruno. They decide to be friends, but after a year or two he falls in love with her and is low key miserable.

(a first version of their group 'photo' in their 20-ies)

(a second one, which is accidentally a Modern AU and look! they wear each other's colors!)

Okay, when they are 20-ish they still hang out. They love playing little pranks, but generally they have their own struggles and really miss hanging out every day.

Bruno gives more bad visions with time and becomes more of a recluse. He still goes to town, sometimes they meet with Dioselina, he visits Daniela's workplaces (sometimes accidentally, sometimes on purpose). The girls are worried about him and try to cheer him up. In public spaces he is shunned and Bruno is very uncomfortable, even more when Daniela is almost screaming at people for being jerks and Dioselina tries to shut her up. In private Dioselina and Daniela end up having conversations that Bruno can't contribute to and he gets frustrated and leaves. The girls try to make things better by making the town not that feared of Bruno again, but fail. Bruno is hurt that he is a-

Oh no, it is sad again. Soooo, let's end here, before it becomes worse :)

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Happy Saturday~ One more or less serious reply + a bunch of silly ones today.

Anonymous asked:

I absolutely love the way you draw everyone in twisted wonderland. I know some out there don’t agree who you ship, but I think otherwise. The way you draw the characters is always amazingly done and I can tell how much you worked on them.

You are an amazing artist so if anyone disagrees then just remember you have some fans out there including me!

Thank you for your support and love, Anon! I always talk about how we didn’t expect anyone at all to enjoy our content, our ships and our thoughts about them, and honestly it still feels bizarre. It’s been a bit more than a year now, and thinking about how anxious we were about posting some of this stuff before is really weird now. So I really can’t stress it enough: hearing your words of support really means a lot. These characters and ships are really dear to us, and as long as we feel passionate about them, we’ll keep posting them <3 I’m very glad you can see our passion for the characters in our drawings! So thank you so much for enjoying the way we see them.

Even though, once again, we don’t expect everyone to like everything that we post. But when people do, it’s very cool.

Anonymous asked:

Idia wouldn’t build a sex machine? Please. He already did; his name is Ortho.

OHHHHHHHHHHH 😭 good point, good point.

The most intense and dangerous sex machine that’s constantly learning new things, what an impressive invention. Shame on you, Idia.

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

What is your hot take of Lilia and Azul mainly becoming friends to swap tips and talk about their boys' (Malleus and Idia) noises and expressions? Like do you think one would be curious and ask for video evidence or maybe the pair would bang in the same room

On the one hand, I feel like Lilia doesn’t treat Azul seriously enough to consider this (i.e. Azul is way too desperate), plus I’m not sure if Lilia and Malleus’ affair is a secret or not. But on the other hand, Lilia loves talking about his boys way too much, so I can see how Azul could get him talking. You just ask correct questions, and at some point Lilia just starts going “oh yeah that one time Malleus really did this thing…” and spilling way too much information to Azul, possibly the worst person to have this conversation with lol And Lilia would also be very interested in Azul’s stories about Idia, mainly because Idia intrigues him.

I can’t believe this actually could work wow.

But would they bang in the same room? Honestly, Lilia and Azul both are kind of unhinged, so if the starts alignm it could happen. It would be such an amazing networking event for Azul lol but at the same time, Azul and Idia both are way too shy to do something like this~

Anonymous asked:

So like I MOSTLY ship Lilia/Idia for the age gap and dichotomy of it all. A charismatic old man who looks like he's a short, cute kid with a tall scrawny emotional wreck of a teenager is just SO inherently fun all on it's own. It's a blast. But also, I have been thinking about this more seriously lately because my faaavorite thing about sleeping beauty that's almost never carried over to remakes is the dramatic irony with aurora and philip's relationship

A princess who doesn't know she's a princess falls in love with a prince who she doesn't know she's engaged to, but she finds out she's engaged and doesn't even know that she's engaged to him. There's a lot you can do to play around with that in a story, where the audience knows this but the characters don't. It's super fun!!! When all the pieces come together in the end, it's really satisfying too!!!!

I'm always disappointed when remakes cut out the dramatic irony of it all, so in twst, despite nothing like that happening with silver outside of the princess part lol I can see a lot of similarities with Lilia and Idia being online friends who don't know that they actually know each other irl, and I won't spoil it here, but some events that have gone down in book 7 make me really excited to see if there will be more references to aurora and philip's relationship between them. I'm suuuuch a big fan of it I'm PUMPED!!!!!!!!!

First of all! I absolutely agree about what you said about Lilia/Idia’s visual and characteristic contrast (well this isn’t surprising to hear lol): they’re just stupidly fun to look at and watch. The age gap also adds a lot to their dynamic.

Second of all, yeah THE COMPARISON REALLY MAKES A LOT OF SENSE. The fact that Lilia and Idia are so close already without even realising makes this ship so amazingly interesting and sweet and funny and cute and hot and dramatic at the same time!! And while I don’t know what exactly you’re referring to (you already know, we haven’t watched book7 yet), but we’ve been thinking about the main story giving Lilidia a painfully tasty moment for a long time now. Yana Toboso looooves her setups and long games with satisfying payoffs, and she’s definitely been preparing something for these two.

Fun fact: Aurora has been my absolute favourite Disney Princess, and even though we’re yet to rewatch the Sleeping Beauty, your ask really got me excited about it. And about book 7 too..! I’m really looking forward to it.

[lavenoon]

Oh right!! I completely forgot! I had refrained from asking to not be tempted to include the answer in the fic (and possibly end up making it like 22k long dfghñklgh), but I am curious! We've stablished how first kisses went in canon, so how do first kisses happen for the boys in Reverse AU?

FDHJSK NO PLEASE THAT'S ALREADY HILARIOUS "I need to know but I couldn't know before or I'd have been even more unhinged" if that isn't a fucking mood oh my god (she says after already posting two ask replies where I didn't even try to resist the enabling)

Okay but! Kisses for the reverse boys! This is a scenario that cannot mirror the main au, so say goodbye to the cruise mission first kisses. They simply aren't close enough soon enough - so while they do get the cruise mission, it happens without romantic realizations from Robin.

And they continue working together, slowly turning into a well oiled team of three, with Robin and Dawn finally getting that smoother (flirtier) dynamic, and Robin and Dusk starting up their banter during their missions!

So for them, more and more I think it'd just have to be something completely mundane. It can't be special, it needs to be a small moment, a normal one, similar to how the reveal had to be triggered by them getting closer but otherwise not being a big special moment (apart from the consequences)!

A realization that creeps up on Y/N, when at some point they notice that they're automatically grabbing things at the grocery store ranging from "Oh Moon said he ran out of twine, let's just grab some more. This one should do just fine, but oh hey look, those glow in the dark stickers look fun too, bet he'd like those!" to "Didn't Sun mention he wants to experiment with that one recipe a little? What was the spice he wanted to add? Let's look at the display and see if any of the names ring a bell."

And Y/N just has to stop for a second and have a crisis in the middle of the grocery store, because when did these boys just become such an integral part of their life? Since when can't they imagine their life without them, not just without their conversations and being friends, but specifically the domestic situation they've found themself in? Coming home to them, staying up with them, getting hazed until they go sleep by them, the little conversations while Sun is cooking or pleading with Moon to order takeout and watch a movie together - and jeez, have they always been that cuddly with those two? Even on missions they now realize - the direct flirting (and flirty banter) being genuine from all sides, because, well, before they could just project and say the boys are probably as serious about it all as Y/N is - but once they realize they have been serious about it?? That obviously translates into realizing that they also have been flirted with for months now. I said they have a crisis in the grocery store, they get a crisis in the grocery store.

But they go back home and process it a little more, enjoying the same moments in a new light, and realizing how safe and secure they feel with this new awareness, too. So they decide that because obviously neither of the boys will make any further steps themselves (if they planned on it, they would have done it by now for sure) they will have to be the one to take that step further. And they do!

This time, it's Moon who gets the first one - well, Dusk is. A mission like any other, easy and successfully completed. They race back, lighthearted and laughing as they chase each other through shortcuts but familiar routes. Dusk wins - shooting them a cocky grin and teasing them about being too slow, maybe even throwing in a flightless bird comment. And Robin just stares at him for a moment before grinning, already knowing they'll get him so good with this. And they just scoff, clearly putting on an act now, and say "Oh yeah, for sure. You just run your mouth - I'll wipe that smug grin off your face soon enough." And Dusk, unafraid of getting close nowadays, jumps on the bait. He leans down, only grinning wider, arms folded behind his back innocently. "Oh yeah?" he asks - "And just how do you plan on doing that?"

So they show him. They slide down their mask easily and then cup his face, barely giving him time to process it all, but the kiss itself is gentle. He melts into it after just a second, his hands softly settling on them, too - one on their face, and one on their hip, pulling them even closer. Even pulling away they don't go far - mere inches (barely plural) between them. Dusk still surprised - too close to believing this is the first dream he's ever had, and he needs it to be real so badly. Asks them why - not that he minds, but after all this time? They explain they've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and may have realized they've been wanting to do this for a long time. Sorry it took them that long, they're just sooo slow compared to him. He starts laughing then, pulling them in again more kissing and nuzzles, and they gladly laugh with him

... Robin does insist that he "Don't tell Sun. I need to get this bastard, and I have a plan." Dusk is intrigued, and agrees not to gloat until after Sun got his kiss, too, though he pouts a little when they don't tell him how they want to do it. Can't have him too giddy during the next switch though, sorry!

Y/N has spent the past few days not just pondering, but also preparing for the perfect revenge first kiss scenario for Sun. Planning for Moon left them just a bit stumped, but oh well, the perfect sweet opportunity still arose, and sped everything along <3

Sun, however, they decide to just obliterate because maybe a tiny part of them is still mad about the ankle grabbing and the fact that they have been thinking of his sharp smile and claws and being cornered a little more than is entirely normal. So they bought a little something! And the next time he cooks for them, they take up their perch on a free spot of the kitchen counter. That much is normal - they both enjoy being close now, and they chatter away in these moments, sometimes with Y/N even talking their way into helping.

Not today though. They sit there innocently, a loosely wrapped package on their lap, that of course Sun can't help but point out. They smile, and say they got a little gift for him - but he should take off the apron first (: Sun happily obliges, just as happily closes his eyes and leans down when they ask him to. He's just happy that they got something for him, preening under the knowledge that they care (and got him something that is very much relevant to his interest of minimizing the risk to his clothes during cooking, because obviously it's another apron). Maybe also very much enjoying how close they get, carefully tying the new apron in place. He's just about to ask if he can open his eyes again when they fly open instead, because oops, he's being kissed right now! Accidentally breaks the kiss even (the pang of regret is only drowned out by sheer surprise at the kiss happening at all), and as he struggles with words to somehow ask "Why?" without making them think he doesn't want this, they just grin and tilt their head a little. They know him - they know what he's trying to say.

"Sorry not sorry, I was just following the instructions."

Sun follows their gaze, now finally taking in the plain red apron sporting the classic "Kiss the Cook" line. This close to blue screening fr. It takes him a moment to process all of that - because obviously this was planned, but how long? Did he miss other advances? Surely not, right? Since when is Y/N aware? Since when have they understood the intention behind his flirting? And he's just becoming more and more aware of the smug energy radiating off of them, and pushes through the last bits of the questioning to reply in kind.

Because Y/N is still so conveniently sitting on the counter, now flanked by an arm on each side as he leans in close, smile familiar and mischievous even without the sharp teeth. Nowhere to go - they kind of shot themself in the foot there. And, innocently, absolutely not matching the tone of their current positions, he points out that the instructions are rather unclear, nowhere does it say kiss the cook once!

Oh yeah? What does he think the instructions should be then? And he hums thoughtfully, squinting happily as they mirror his grin, playing along with his little act (and covering up the fluster of being caged in).

"Maybe it's a continuous instruction!"

"That can be arranged."

And so they do close the distance again, and (after a fraction of a second where he's surprised again by their boldness, because he didn't think he'd get this far) his hands immediately shoot up to cradle their face, pressing as close as he can. There is no way that they stop after just one more. Even once Sun does (begrudgingly) start actually cooking - maybe reminded of the original plan for the late afternoon by the grumbling of Y/N's stomach - he turns around to them demanding his "payment" very, very often, and that apron becomes his favorite very quickly <3