#I need them to bite each other's heads off 😆

[adhdprincess]

The Enemy-to-Parent plotline would be 🔥 if Tess lived like-

And-

Was scrolling through AO3 and found this gem

Enemy to parent is a trope we have to popularise lmao

[lipglossanon]

It’s Moving Faster (It’s Coming Closer)

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stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy trifecta x fem!reader

(This means all 3 stepdad versions at once 🤭) This is essentially a crack fic so don’t take it seriously 👍 😆 Literally just for s and g’s 

Inspiration:

Answer to anon: The After Dark series is in its own universe as the OG stepdad!Leon. The others like With Devils Inside Me (super dark stepdad Leon) and then the sweet, alcoholic stepdad Leon in If You Could Only See are each their own thing.

thanks for the insane idea 🤭 💜

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, foursome (F/M/M/M), daddy kink, dirty talk, name calling, oral (f & m receiving), biting, nipple play, pussy spanking, unprotected sex, creampies, breeding kink, talks of lactation kink

Title from Slither by Djo

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You wake up with a start, head ringing like a bell. Raising up, you realize you’re in your bedroom but it seems.. off. 

“Oh she’s awake!” Leon’s voice comes from your left; you turn to see him sitting against the headboard, hip even with your shoulders.

“We can all see that,” another lower timbre speaks, sounding almost exactly like Leon coming from your right along with a copy of his laugh. 

You blink sleepily at him as he brushes your hair away from your face, “Ignore them, sweetheart.”

You move your attention to the other voices and freeze in place. Your eyes can’t believe what they’re seeing. Sitting on your dresser, is an exact copy of your stepdad and leaning against the wall next to him is another duplicate.  

“What?” You whisper out loud, quickly turning to your Leon, “how—“

He shrugs and pets your hair again, “Don’t know. We all just woke up here.” 

You feel your bed dip as another weight  sits down. 

You turn and see a meaner, younger Leon staring at you. 

“It’s uncanny how much they look alike,” this new Leon pets your calf, dark eyes empty and cold, “still so pretty.”

Your breath catches as you pull your leg away, pushing closer to your actual stepdad. The other Leon pulls his hand away with a mean little smile. 

“Act the same way too,” his eyes flicker from yours up to your Leon, “got me wondering if her cunt’s as good.”

You gasp as he laughs at you. Your Leon only pets your hair softly. 

“No need to be so crass,” the third Leon comes in closer; this one looks a little rougher around the edges, eyes bloodshot but kind. 

The mean Leon shrugs, “You know you’re thinking it, too. What it would be like to bury your face in this hot little cunt to see if she compares to the one at home.”

The third Leon flushes and drops your gaze bashfully as he doesn’t argue. A hot tongue of arousal buzzes your cunt both from the younger Leon’s words to the reaction of this shy Leon thinking such dirty thoughts about you. 

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” your Leon finally speaks up, voice colored in amusement, “who said I even felt like sharing?”

Your clit throbs at the thought of Leon letting these two strangers have their way with you. You whine in your throat making two pairs of eyes watch you greedily. 

“She sounds the same,” the shy Leon speaks up, voice rough, “always so good.”

“Could make her sound even better,” the Leon sitting on your bed scoots a little closer, “could make her scream.”

You push up until you’re sitting between your Leon’s splayed legs, hands gripping his thighs tightly to press yourself as close to him as possible. 

He chuckles and runs his hands down your sides to your skirt, “Feeling nervous, sweetheart?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper, eyes glued to his copycats who watch you just as closely. 

“Babygirl,” the rough looking, shy Leon moves until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed as well, “no reason to be nervous.”

You smile shyly at him as the Leon behind you murmurs in your ear, “He’s right, baby, no reason to be nervous. Besides..”

He flips your skirt up to show your damp panties off to the other two Leons. 

“They’ve seen needy cunts before,” he kisses your ear as you mewl in embarrassment, “now I’m just gonna show them the best one.”

“Daddy,” you gasp out as your stepdad holds your skirt up with one hand and rubs against your wet panties with the other. 

You spill more slick into the gusset of your panties making you try to hide your face from all of them staring straight at your cloth covered pussy. Your body’s so hot making you pant softly, nipples hard and showing through your shirt. 

The crass Leon moves until he’s kneeling between your legs. 

“So wet already and none of us have even touched you,” he smirks at you, a mean look hovering in his eyes, “little slut.”

Your hips rock up with a whine as your own Leon laughs down at you making you hotter and wetter. Whatever happens, there’s no way you’re going to survive all of them at once. 

“So mean,” the third Leon cuts in, scooting across the bed until he’s pressed against your right side, “she’s our perfect girl, gotta be sweet to’er.”

He dips his head down and presses a gentle kiss to your neck making your eyes flutter as you sigh. 

“So sweet,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth across you jaw with slow kisses until he reaches your lips, “can I kiss you, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you mumble, reaching out to wrap your hands around the nape of his neck. 

You whine into his mouth as he kisses you slowly, slipping his tongue past your lips to taste your hot, wet mouth. There’s a hint of whiskey on his tongue, driving you a little wild, making you suck on it greedily. He groans and fucks his tongue deeper into your mouth. 

Once he pulls away, there’s a strand of spit connecting your mouths. You surge forward and lick it off making him moan. 

“Perfect girl,” he kisses you hungrily, giving up being sweet to roughly lick into your mouth to suck on your tongue.

“Keep going,” you hear the Leon between your legs speak, “getting this pussy nice and wet with those kisses. Maybe should kiss this sweet little kitty huh?”

You break the kiss to whine, spreading your thighs wider, “Daddy!”

You feel your Leon’s cock pressing against your ass making you rock down into him. 

“Can h-he?” You pant as the Leon you were kissing drags his mouth across your neck to leave suckling bruises in his wake.

“Can he what, sweetheart? Ya gotta be clear about what you want or how can he give it to you?” he rumbles against your back, hands dragging down your thighs and back up to stroke your cunt through your panties.

You whine, chest heaving, feeling dizzy with arousal. 

“P-please,” you turn your wide eyes to the Leon between your legs, “will you eat my pussy, daddy? Pretty please?”

You still have your right arm draped over the shy Leon’s neck as he kisses and bites your neck; dragging your left hand down, you hold your skirt out of the way. Your Leon lets go of your skirt and uses both hands to tease your cunt through your panties, stroking your pussy lips and rubbing your sensitive clit. 

The Leon directly in front of you grins crookedly making your pulse leap in your throat, “What manners,” he coos, taking his shirt off and throwing it on the floor.

He lays flat on your bed and slowly kisses his way from your shaking calves up to your spread thighs. 

“Bite her,” your Leon cuts in, “she likes a little teeth near her sweet cunt. Gets her tight hole soaking wet.”

They both laugh meanly at your high moan; the shy Leon groans against you neck. 

“Biting?” he pulls away, pupils swallowing the blue of his eyes, “you like that pretty girl?”

Before you can say anything, the Leon between your legs sinks his teeth deep into your thigh close to your pussy. You cry out, body arching as you press into his sharp teeth. Leon pulls away and sinks his mouth right back into your thigh making you whine and buck your hips. 

“Fuck,” the shy Leon whispers, eyes glued to the Leon sucking and biting your tender skin. 

“Oh yeah,” your Leon growls, “fucking loves getting those thighs bruised up. Only place her mom won’t see, isn’t that right, baby?”

Your eyes are lidded and hazy, “Uh huh, daddy. S’good, makes me so wet.”

You feel as the sweet Leon rolls his hips into your side.

“God, I’ll have to try it with mine,” he pants against you, “where else? Her momma ain’t in the picture anymore.”

You drag your gaze away from the Leon mauling your thighs in sharp bites. He pulls back to slip your panties off but presses his mouth into your thighs to leave more bruises . 

“Neck, shoulders,” you whisper at him, lips swollen and enticing, “want daddy to mark me up everywhere.”

You tug him closer with your arm, lips brushing against his as you sigh out, “Tits are a good place too. And if you get me going really good, you can bite my pussy lips.”

He shoves his tongue in your mouth with a whine, licking into you sloppily getting spit everywhere. 

“Fuck,” he pulls away, hands ripping his shirt off followed by him slipping his jeans and underwear off. 

You watch hungrily as he strokes his cock a few times to take the edge off. 

“Got me so fucking hard, sweet girl,” he groans, kissing you messily again causing your clit to throb, “want daddy to bite your cute little cunt? Fuck, s’hot baby.”

“Daddy,” you whine at him, “you’re so sweet,” he kisses you again, a little softer but no less eagerly. 

“You got a lucky girl,” you pull away to whisper in his ear, “do you give her lotsa kisses?”

“Yeah,” he pants, stroking his cock pulling the foreskin down to spread his precum around the head, “lotsa kisses.”

You hum and whisper again, “What about her pussy? Do you give her pussy lotsa kisses too?”

“Fuck,” he grits out, “yeah, yeah, I do, god, how can I not? Love kissing that pretty pussy.” 

You sigh and tug him closer, “Then help eat me out, daddy. Give me lots of those sweet kisses.”

He surges against you this time to lick into your giggling mouth. He shifts to kneel between your legs. 

“Move,” he presses against the shoulder of the Leon between your thighs. 

That Leon raises his head, lips swollen from sucking and kissing bite after bite into your thighs. 

“Fuck you mean move?” He snarls at him, “she asked me to eat her cunt.”

“Yeah well she just asked me to as well,” he growls right back. 

Your pussy flutters around nothing as more slick gushes from your hole watching as they argue over eating you out. 

“Sneaky,” your Leon chuckles in your ear, “and greedy, sweetheart. You want their mouths that bad, couldn’t wait so had to have both?”

You whine, “Daddy, I need it. Need them to give my pussy lots of kisses.”

“Don’t want her feeling left out, huh?” his smoky voice makes your skin pebble with goosebumps. 

You shake your head, “Uh uh, daddy gives the best kisses. She needs them too.”

Your spine arches as two greedy mouths lap at your glistening cunt at the same time, a low whine spilling from your lips. You can’t think past the hot wet tongues licking into your pussy and circling your clit. 

“S-so good, unh, unh, d-daddy s’good,” you moan, pushing your hips up into their mouths. 

Your hazy eyes watch as the mean Leon fucks his tongue into your clenching hole with a groan while the sweeter one suckles and kisses your clit. 

“Help’em out, sweetheart,” your Leon whispers hotly in your ear, “hold your cute little pussy open so they can eat her all up.”

“Leon,” you gasp, “yes, yes, please.”

You flip your skirt all the way up and reach down to spread open your cunt. 

“Good girl,” the sweet Leon praises you lighting up your nerve endings.

He and the other Leon messily make out with your cunt, tongues running all over your swollen clit and fat pussy lips, licking into your dripping wet hole only to repeat it over and over and over until they’re holding your thighs down so you can’t move away from their mouths.

You’re crying from how good you feel; arousal is pulsing all through your body, heightening when your Leon slides his hands around to lift the hem of your shirt and take it off of you. He tugs your bra down so your breasts spill out of the cups, nipples hardening in the cool air. 

He tugs and pinches the hard buds making you mewl and push into his rough fingers.

“Daddy,” you pant, eyes open but unseeing as the Leon at your back fondles your breasts and teases your nipples.

“Good girl,” he purrs in your ear, “just let us play with you, baby.”

He twists your nipples making you squeal, slick gushing from your pussy to coat the mouth of the Leon lapping at your hole while the other Leon sloppily kisses your sensitive clit. Your Leon keeps up the harsh tugs and pinches making you whine from the too much feeling pulsing in your tightened buds.

“Like me being rough on these cute little nipples, huh?” he mocks, “look at you getting so wet for us. Think that sweet cunt’s ready to get fucked?”

You mewl needily, “Uh huh, need daddy so bad. Please, Leon, please want it. Give it to me, please, please.”

The two Leon’s between your thighs pull back with a loud wet noise. 

“Going first,” the mean Leon states, eyes taking in your wet pussy as they drag up to your nipples, still being toyed with by your Leon, then up to your blissed out face, “one of you two can get my sloppy seconds.”

You moan and arch your hips down towards him, “Please, daddy.”

He spanks his hand down on your swollen mound and clit making you squeal.

“You’re gonna be a good fuck, babygirl,” he laughs, getting completely undressed then pressing his fat cock against your drooling pussy.

He eases in, stretching you open on his throbbing length making you moan into the feeling. He pauses for a second then fucks himself into your clenching walls, not stopping until he’s completely bottomed out, tip kissing your womb.

“S’deep,” you choke out, hands moving up to grab your Leon’s forearms, nails digging in, “he’s too deep, daddy.”

“No he’s not,” he laughs in your ear, “you can take’em, sweetheart. Your little pussy’s made for daddy’s dick, right?”

You nod, tears streaming from your eyes, “H-hurts, daddy.”

They all groan at that, the Leon inside you bucking forward trying to get even deeper into your pussy.

“Fuck,” he grins crookedly at you, “gonna breed this pretty pussy then it’s his turn right?”

He nods to the sweeter Leon kneeling at your side, slowly stroking his cock as he watches you get fucked open.

“Y-yes, daddy,” you mewl, mouth watering as you watch Leon jerk his cock slowly, precum oozing over his knuckles making them sticky—making you want to clean him up.

Leon pulls his cock out of your pussy slowly then slams back in hard making you cry out, eyes closed and head tossed back. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust, chasing his own pleasure as he bullies his cock into your cunt until you’re practically screaming. 

“That’s it, fucking take it,” he growls at you, eyes stormy and mean, “gonna fill this little pussy up.”

“Say thank you, sweetheart,” your Leon kisses your ear, still tugging and pinching your swollen nipples.

“T-thank you, d-daddy,” you gasp, voice hoarse.

The sweet Leon moans and fucks his fist a little harder making you whine over at him.

“Want me to suck it, daddy?” You bite your bottom lip.

“Mm only if you want to, honey,” he shuffles up and the Leon behind you lets you lean over to kitten lick at the fat tip of this other Leon.

He groans and grabs the back of your neck, holding onto you but not pushing any further making you moan and suck more of his cock into your mouth. Your pussy squelches with every thrust by the mean Leon, jostling you until you’re gagging on the dick in your mouth.

Your Leon grabs you head and holds you there, “He’s gonna fuck your mouth, baby. Sit still.”

With that permission, the sweet Leon slowly builds up rolling thrusts to fuck his cock in and out of your spit filled mouth. He groans and pants, rocking the tip of his dick into your throat making you choke but neither he nor your Leon let you up so you just have to take it, drooling all over his cock so much it drips down his balls.

“Nothing but a slut,” the Leon fucking your pussy grits out, picking up speed to bully his cock into your soaked cunt.

You moan, the sound garbled and wet as your stepdad starts playing with your sensitive nipples again, tugging hard before pinching your tits.

“Mm she likes that,” Leon laughs meanly, fucking into your pussy harder, “squeeze down on me babygirl, about to cream this pretty cunt.”

Not being able to move makes you sigh and whine against the cock filling your throat and squeeze down hard on the one filling your pussy. Leon tugs on your nipples just right and your eyes flutter shut as your cunt milks the fat dick splitting you open.

“Fuck, ‘m cumming,” Leon pushes his cock as deep as possible, hot spurts of jizz painting your spasming walls as he empties himself inside you.

It feels like forever before he slowly pulls out, a wet noisy suction that makes them all groan. 

“Your turn,” he grins at the Leon you’re sucking off.

“Mm, ready, honey?” he eases out of your swollen mouth and moves down between your legs.

“You’re so full, sweetheart,” he moans, “gonna fill you up so much, we might knock ya up.”

You moan and rock your hips down, “Daddy, don’t say that.”

He smiles at you, “Sorry baby. Just gets me hot thinking we might breed your pretty pussy.”

He slowly feeds his cock into your sore pussy. You can feel cum and slick drip out of your hole as he presses deeper and deeper into you. Whining, you dig your nails into your Leon’s arms again.

“He’s too big, too,” you pant, “s’too much. You’re gonna break my pussy.”

Hips jumping, the sweet Leon bottoms out in your cunt suddenly making you wail at the pressure against your cervix.

He presses down on your thighs to keep you spread open, “Sorry, baby, you just make it so hard to go slow.”

The mean Leon lays along your side so he can mouth at your breasts.

“Just think, if we knock you up you could be leaking from here, too,” he bites your nipple making a reedy moan leave your throat.

Your Leon laughs in agreement, “Milk you like you milk us, sweetheart.”

They take turns being rough on your nipples with your Leon pinching and rolling them in his fingers while the other bites and sucks on the hard buds.

“So tight,” Leon grinds deep into your cunt, rubbing against your g-spot.

“There, daddy,” you gasp, “there, there, there!”

He doesn’t move and just keeps grinding his dick over and over until your whole body shakes apart, orgasm completely wiping your brain out with white noise. When you finally come back to yourself, this Leon is still between your legs pounding your pussy over and over, soft whines and grunts slipping past his pouty lips.

You feel a hot wet mouth suckling your nipples making you arch into the suction.

“Like those tits being sucked don’t you?” A low smoky voice whispers in your ear making you sigh in pleasure.

“Mmhmm, s’good,” you whimper.

“Say it, baby, wanna hear you say it,” the low tone laughs.

“Like when daddy sucks on my tits,” you whisper, “feels good.”

The Leon filling your cunt moans, “Gonna cum, honey, where do you want it?”

“In me, please,” you try to spread your thighs more, “want daddy to breed my pretty pussy.”

“God, fuck, ungh,” he growls and pumps his load into your spent pussy, hot strings of cum dripping down his throbbing cock since your pussy is filled to the brim.

He pulls out and shoots the rest out on your fat pussy lips and swollen clit. You sigh at the hot jizz coating your pussy.

“My turn, sweet girl,” your Leon states tugging you up and away from the two Leons on the bed. 

He manhandles you with ease until you’re both at the foot of the bed, he’s standing behind you as your kneeling on the sheets arms twisted behind you, back arched to accommodate the hold he has on them.

“They’re gonna suck on your pretty tits while I rail this sloppy cunt,” he kisses your neck as the other two Leons move up until they’re right in front of you.

You mewl as two hot mouths eagerly suck on each nipple, tongues and teeth teasing at the hard buds. Your Leon slowly presses his dick into your abused pussy, cum dripping all over your thighs from the other creampies.

“That’s it, good girl,” he coos in your ear, “feels good getting those cute tits licked huh? It must cause this pussy is sucking me in.”

You can only pant, body overloaded on sensation. The two Leons in front of you grunt and moan into your breasts, sucking hard and greedily. You notice they’re each stroking their own cocks, getting off on tasting your tits.

“Daddy,” your tongue feels swollen in your mouth, “want you to cum in me.”

“I’m going to sweetheart, don’t worry,” he smacks your ass, “just wanna enjoy this sloppy cum filled pussy. S’hot getting somebody’s sloppy seconds. Or should I say sloppy thirds?”

He laughs making you clench down on him hard. He spanks your ass a few more times making you whine and buck back into him. Once he bottoms out, he just grinds the fat head against your cervix making you arch your back, which only presses your tits further into the hungry mouths sucking on them.

“Would be hot to milk those cute titties of yours, baby,” he grunts in your ear, “you’d be so wet and messy everywhere. Wouldn’t be able to keep my mouth off of you.”

“Leon,” you whimper, “don’t wanna—“

He reaches around and spanks your pussy, “It’s just a dirty thought, sweetheart,” he chides, “your pussy sure likes the thought of me sucking on your milky tits though.”

He grips your arms harder and starts railing into your cunt deeper, hips humping faster into your wet squelching pussy. He keeps spanking your pussy making you drool all over yourself as your belly gets warmer and warmer, orgasm just around the corner.

One of the mouths on your breasts starts biting making you mewl and press harder into their teeth. 

“Bite me, daddy,” you’re crying softly now, feeling too good, “bite me, please.”

All three listen to you, each mouth on your nipples nipping the bud before sinking teeth into your areola. Leon behind you bites down on your shoulder making your legs shake in pleasure. 

“G’nna cum, daddy, you’re g’nna make me cum,” you moan, body squirming—not sure where to go against the onslaught of feelings.

Leon spanks down on your clit the hardest he’s ever done and you scream, pussy gushing all over his cock. You think you’re babbling thank you but you honestly have no idea. Your brain is totally offline as pleasure makes you stupid, sweeping through your body leaving nothing behind.

You feel the mouths slowly pull off of your nipples as you Leon says something. Then, you’re completely bent over the bed so he can pound into your sloppy cunt. You weakly clench down on him and he snaps, knocking his cock into your cervix and spilling inside of you. It’s so hot it makes you moan brokenly. Without pulling out, he starts to shake your shoulders roughly.

“What?” Your brain feels like soup.

“I said you need to wake up, sweetheart,” his voice says from above you making you slowly blink your eyes open.

You shoot up in bed and look around. It’s your room again but this time it doesn’t have that weird dream vibe to it.

You look up at Leon who’s standing next to your bed with a confused expression.

“You okay? Are you getting sick?”

You shake your head no even as he tests your forehead for a temperature. 

“Hmm, well if you don’t feel well let me know and I’ll pick up some medicine while I’m out,” his frown doesn’t disappear even as he walks towards your open door.

“Will do,” you call out to his retreating back as he shuts he door.

You flop back down on your bed with a huff. Maybe you shouldn’t have ice cream before bed.

[joocomics]

Yo! How'd you know i love the moon?! Haha 🌙 anon fits perfectly, thank you 🫶🏻 I love reading your work, unknowingly you've piqued my interest in Xdinary Heroes too 😆 Love their latest music, will definitely be checking out more. You write beautifully for them too 👌

Anyway, I've come to contribute a thought to your Keeho writings (hopefully). I've been thinking about how Keeho is funny and all, sure, but he's also so introspective and well spoken. Very mature, maybe because he's the leader. So I was thinking of him in a sort of ... Calm Boyfriend x Golden Retriever Girlfriend dynamic. Admittedly I'm not the most girly or cutesy 🥹 So sometimes I daydream about Keeho with a S/O that's a little bit tomboyish, golden retriever-ish, but is also just as sensitive and thoughtful as he is. So much that it makes him look like the calm and quiet one between the two 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Very self indulgent I must admit...

I would love to hear your thoughts 👀 be it soft and/or hard thoughts ☺️

Have a good weekend! I'm almost done with my readings for uni so you can 100% expect me to drop by more often soon.

- 🌙

i can see him in such relationship! since his field of work can be often overwhelming he would like to have a person in his life that would take his mind off of things and would allow him to tone down his personality in a way; someone who can be fun and playful around him, and not mind it if he’s enjoying their company in silence…

calm bf!keeho would let his golden retriever!gf take him anywhere, anytime… every time you share about a place you’re interested in going to, he plans it right away. doesn’t matter if it’s a restaurant, a trip or any other activity he always makes sure to make it happen because he loves how excited you get whenever you get the chance to explore new things and places. you bring him new experiences and he appreciates that.

during trips you often walk ahead of him with a wide smile on your face, pointing at different cool spots to see and he nods reminding you to watch where you’re going cause it’s crowded. if you’re in a different town or country you haven’t been before he frequently has to pull you towards him by your hoodie or by gripping your backpack when you get too excited cause he’s on edge you may slip away from him.

his friends absolutely love you. some of them may even tease him about how such an ordinary guy like him managed to impress such a fun girl like you. whenever you hang out together keeho always lets you tell all about your trips without feeling the need to join you. he has good skills when it comes to storytelling, but the way you get along so well with his friends makes him really happy, and he doesn’t mind when you’re in the spotlight. he actually really likes it, and has more fun listening to your enthusiasm ringing in the room.

calm bf!keeho with a golden retriever!gf results into lots of skinship… although none of you say it both of you are secretly suckers for the way you always end up touching each other no matter what you’re up to. you like the way his hand always finds yours as you’re out and about - he intertwines your fingers together and you swing your hands back and forth; he loves when you cling onto his arm in the elevator that always makes him pat you on the head; or when you follow him around, wrapping arms around his body from behind while he’s doing something.

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make out sessions often have banter in the most passionate way which turns the foreplay into one long edging. personally, i see keeho as a switch, he prefers to go with the flow when it comes to sex, and this applies here too. sometimes he dominates, sometimes not so much, one thing that’s for sure is that he loves receiving body worship until he’s left in all kinds of marks.

in bed, i see him really enjoying it when you take your time teasing him. he doesn’t need to admit it cause it’s written all over his face, and the way his body succumbs under your touch says enough. biting, scratching, marking - he stays still with eyes shut in bliss, letting you use him like he’s your toy. your playfulness in addition to your confidence always turns him on, and seeing your lustful smile as you kneel in the middle of unzipping his pants is enough to get him leaking. he slides two fingers into your mouth and takes them out with a smirk after realising you’re already drooling for him. even if you didn’t have oral fixation before you will end up having one after dating him cause he loves having your mouth on him 24/7…

a/n: i’m happy to hear you like ur emoji AND xh! <3 they’re amazing and deserve all the love. tysm for the kind words omg 🫶🏼 i really hope you enjoyed reading my thoughts, it’s my first time writing this dynamic and i’m a bit nervous if it turned out well. i don’t mind talking about it more tho cause i can really see keeho with a s/o like this, it fits him a lot ~ and most importantly, we’re here to indulge in our own fantasies!!

hope you’re having a nice week <3

[reashot]

We're not dating.

Jaune: Say aaah Ruby.

Ruby: Aaah.... 😄 *nom.*

Jaune: Did you like it?

Ruby: ☺ *nod head.*

Jaune: Do you want more?

Ruby: Yes please. 😋

Jaune: All right open up your face hole.

Ruby: Squee! 😆

Jaune's hand reaches for the biggest, reddest and juiciest strawberry from his basket for Ruby to eat. Ruby opens her mouth to welcome the delicious sweet red fruit. For start she starts kissing the strawberry's tip to catch the residual dew drops with her lips. Satisfied, she continues by licking the fruit slowly while she taste the skin of the strawberry. She let it swirl around her tongue licking it clean. Finally she took a bite out off the strawberry, she slowly chew the fruit. Savoring it with each bite and then she sensually swallow the strawberry. She lick her lips in a satisfied manner and she return to finish what's left of the strawberry but she went too far, and accidentally bit Jaune's finger in return.

Jaune: Owwww Ruby, that hurt...

Ruby: I'm sowwy Jaune... 🥺 Here let me lick it to make it better.

Jaune: I, uhh.... 😳

Ruby: Is it better now? 😚

Jaune: I think I'm better of not saying anything...

Ruby: Oh don't be such a wet blanket, Jaune. Just say you like it. 😄

Jaune: No comment.

The two continues with their playful banter while completely and utterly oblivious to the people currently watching the two of them.

Yang: Oh sweet mother...

Weiss: We need to put a stop to them before they have babies or something.

Blake: (Thank you gods, for I've been blessed by this sight.)

Yang: *uh-hum* Ruby, Jaune. Can I ask the two of you some question?

Ruby&Jaune: Sure!

Yang: Tell me the truth. Are you two dating?

Jaune: WHAT!? Of course not!

Ruby: Eww Yang! How could you say that. Boys are gross. They have cooties. 🤢

Yang: But we just saw you acting all lovey dovey and stuffs!

Ruby: Uhh... That's because me and Jaune are friend, duh? 🤨

Weiss: What kind of friends. Feed strawberry into each other's mouth while letting them sleep on their lap?

Jaune: Easy. We're best friend. Isn't that right Rubs?

Ruby: We sure am. 😌

Blake: Oh C'mon!!! That's bullshit!

[eating-plastic]

Carnival Lights: Henry Barrow x Reader

Warnings: mentions of murder (come on, it's Henry), swearing, some mean!Henry, naive!reader, sunshine!reader x grumpy!Henry (my favorite dynamic lol), some fluff, probably grammatical errors

Word Count: 3434 words

A/N: This is for that anon that asked me if I wrote for Henry Barrow (assuming that they wanted me to write something for him lol). I know I said I was going to take a break from Killer Frequency, but the “people pleaser” in me wanted to get something done. So yeah, I hope this isn't too disappointing. I also hope that my interpretation of Henry is to your liking (you gotta get creative when given a blank slate like him 😆). As such, I also hope anyone else that is a fan of this skrunkly also enjoys this as well. Oh, also, this takes place before the events of the game during Marie and Henry's "national murder tour" leading up to Gallows Creek. Just thought you should know that. Bye!

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Sparkling lights and the sound of upbeat music and screams of excitement flood your senses as you skip through the crowds attending your hometown's yearly carnival. You had always partaken in the festivities ever since you were a child, and the event still filled you with joy. Some of the older booth vendors and ride operators even knew you by name.

You had originally shown up with two of your friends, promising that they wouldn't get too "lovey-dovey" with each other since they were a couple, but that was broken about 15 minutes into your arrival. Feeling like a third-wheel, you broke off from them, not really caring too much. You could easily enjoy yourself here without them.

After you finished playing a game where you had to try and hit cartoon sea creatures with a water gun (and failing since your aim wasn't the best), you decided to head to something you knew you were good at: the funhouse maze.

You knew the maze like the back of your hand, and could easily make it from the entrance to the exit, so you decided to see how many combinations of routes you could go. You wanted to know every nook and cranny that these dark, black light lighten halls had to offer.

Once you got bored, you began to make your way to the exit. Once at a crossroad where you needed to turn right, you stopped when you heard a man let out a shout of frustration. Worried that they were lost, you made your way towards the noise to help them out.

'God fucking damnit,' Henry thought. He was so fucking close to getting the man his mother told him to kill. He was right on his tail and then...he was gone. Now he was lost in this Goddamn maze and it was all his stupid fault because he knew he wasn't good with mazes. It was a good idea in theory, since the man would be all alone with no one would hear him scream. But of course in practice it had to bite him in the ass.

He tore his mask off and shoved it into his large duffle bag at his side. God, was it making it hard to breathe in this stuffy prison. Not to mention how that man was probably long gone by now.

'Augh, what am I gonna tell mom?' worry began to flood his mind. She was no doubt going to be pissed at him.

Luckily for Henry, his unaware savior was approaching.

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As soon as you rounded the corner, you were now facing a man of decent stature, with long hair, a black trench coat, and a large duffle bag at his side. It was quite odd attire to be wearing in the middle of summer, but maybe he was just a worker at the haunted house who wanted to try out the maze on his break. He also seems to be oblivious to your presence, muttering to himself.

"Hi!" you chirp, causing the man to jump and spin around.

"The hell are you doing, here?" he hisses.

"Uh, it's a maze at a carnival. I'm here having fun," his harsh tone was completely lost on you. "You're lost, right?"

"What do you think?" he snarls, but you just laugh.

"Yep! I thought so! Come on, I'll show you the way out," you grab his hand, noting that he was wearing black leather gloves. Also odd, but once again that could've been just another part of the haunted house attire.

The man rips his hand from your grip as if yours had burnt his. You look back at him confused, but just shrug and begin to run off towards the exit.

"Hey, wait!" the man shouts and begins to chase after you, making sure to be on your tail so he could leave.

Eventually, you and him were able to taste the fresh air of the carnival, with the added smell of fair foods. You turn to look at the man, only to be taken aback a bit.

He looked to be a boy about your age, with piercing eyes but a very handsome face. You also noticed that he was unfamiliar to you.

"Huh, I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new?" you smile at him, but he just turns to walk back towards the crowded rows of booths. "Hey, wait up!"

You decide to follow him. If he was new, you didn't want him to be overwhelmed or lonely.

"I'm Y/N!" you grin, but he just continues walking forwards. His eyes scanning the crowds and his jaw tight.

"Oh, you don't talk much, huh? That's okay! What do you wanna do? Do you wanna get something to eat? Oh! Or we co-"

"Look, don't you have friends or something that you can go hang out with?" he asks sharply. Unfortunately for Henry, the tone was once again lost on you.

"I do, but they'd rather make out in the tunnel of love than hang out with me," your tone drops slightly which makes Henry's eyebrow quirk up. After a couple of seconds though, just shake your head and smile back at him. "It's okay though, because I met you! I love meeting new people!"

'Jesus, what was your deal?' Henry thought. You were like a Care Bear in human shape. So sickeningly sweet that it was making him feel weird. How could someone like you exist in the cruel world his mom had told him so much about? Has it not broken you, yet?

"Oh, look! Bumper cars! You wanna go do those?" you beam up at him. Henry sighed. If he put up with this, maybe you would leave him alone. Besides, you provided him good cover. A new face like him dressed the way he was all by himself may drive suspicion. So he turned his head to look at your eager face and uttered one word.

"Fine."

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You weren't bad at bumper cars, but you also didn't win. Not that you cared though, especially since your mystery man had won. You were surprised at his skills and made sure to tell him.

Henry listening to you gush over him was odd. Not used to getting such praise from someone who wasn't his mother. And like with his mother, it made him feel good.

You continue to skip through the crowds with him at your side. He was still scanning all of the people around you, but his jaw wasn't tight anymore. That elated you, as you took it as him finally enjoying himself. You both stop when you hear someone call your name.

"Is that you, Y/N?" the voice of an older man called from a game booth. Your face brightens and you run to him, Henry following after you.

"Frank! I haven't seen you in ages!" you hug him over the booth's countertop. Henry tenses up and watches the man closely.

"You're one to talk! I haven't seen you since you were just 'this' tall," Frank levels his hand to show just how small you were when he had last seen you. He opens his mouth to speak again, but stops when his eyes fall on Henry. "Hey, Y/N, who's your friend?"

"He's new in town! I saved him from the maze!" you chirp.

"Ah, okay," he drawls, looking at Henry suspiciously. Upon seeing you look at him fondly though, he puts on his best "friendly face" and holds his hand out. "Pleasure to meet you, son."

Henry looks at Frank's hand before shaking it, still analyzing the older man. You are completely oblivious to the tension, as you look at the milk bottles that are stacked up in the booth.

"Hey, Frank! Care if we play?" you pull some tickets out from your back pocket. Frank's mood changes at the sound of your voice and smiles at you.

"Of course! You and your friend here get three shots," he kneels down to hand you three baseballs first.

You throw all three and only get three of the six bottles down.

"Oh, well! Your turn!" you turn to smile at Henry and move out of his way. Frank hands him three baseballs just as he did with you. He takes the ball, pulls his arm back, and....

All six bottles tumble down with a force that startles both you and Frank.

"Well I'll be damned! I have never seen anyone knock those bottles down like that! You play baseball, son?" the older man asks Henry, amazed.

"No," he says, shortly.

The older man clears his throat at the awkward silence before looking towards the stuffed animals that hung around the booth.

"Well, you won. Pick out your prize."

Henry wanted to just walk away, but looked at you in his peripheral. You were staring longingly at a pink elephant plush that had a cute, cartoony face. He points to that one.

"This one right here?" Frank asks, taking the elephant down. Henry nods. "Alright! Here ya go."

Henry takes the stuffed animal and nods at him.

"Bye, Frank!" you call as Henry begins to walk away from the booth.

"Bye, Y/N! See you next year!"

As soon as you both are five feet away from the booth, Henry practically shoves the plush at you.

"Here."

"What-?"

"You wanted it. I got it. Now take it," he says shortly. You look up at him, confused, but he still continues to walk forward and scan the crowd. You take the plushie and smile at it. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, with the softest fur you ever felt.

You squeal and pull Henry into a hug, thanking him. He tenses up and pushes you off.

"What the hell are you doing?" he scowls.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I just w-wanted to...," you trail off, hurt evident in your voice and eyes.

Your change in demeanor causes Henry to feel guilty, and the couple of eyes he could sense on him only added to that feeling. He sighs and rests his hand on your shoulder.

"Look, I'm...I'm sorry, okay. Just...just warn me before you do that again...please," his voice is now soft as he looks at you, wanting you to know that he did really feel sorry.

"Okay," you whisper, still feeling miserable about making him uncomfortable.

"Hey, why don't...," Henry thinks for a second. "Why don't we go on a ride, huh?"

"Okay," a smile forms on your face. "Which one do you wanna go on?"

"Whichever one you'd like," Henry gives you the first genuine smile you had seen that night. This causes your own smile to grow and you take his hand to lead to one of the more thrilling rides. Henry doesn't rip his hand away this time, allowing you to drag him to where you wanted to take him.

Once at the ride you wanted to go on, you handed your elephant to the ride operator and Henry hesitantly gives up his bag, before you enter the ride.

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By the time the ride had ended, you and Henry were wobbling in the best way possible. Henry let out a shaky laugh. He had never felt so alive. Where had this been his whole life? You let out your own laugh at Henry's reaction, before you and him collect your belongings and go on to do more rides and games. While walking, and even making some small talk with your mystery man, he stops when he spots a phone booth.

Henry thinks about his mother, about his mission. He had to call her, to tell her about how he couldn't get a good opening. He wouldn't mention how he was getting distracted or how he was having fun with a living ray of sunshine. He knew how she would probably react if he was honest.

"Hey, uh, Y/N?"

"Yeah?" you look up at him, beaming.

"I, uh...I have to make a phone call. I-I'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay! I'll wait right here!" you chirp.

He nods and gives you a small smile, before walking to the booth.

Henry enters the booth and sighs. He rummages around in his pocket before finding some quarters and inserting them into the machine. He lifts the phone and inserts the number to the motel room he and his mother were staying in. He waits, tapping his foot nervously as he waits. Then it stops, and a familiar voice speaks from the other end.

"Yes?" his mother says.

"H-Hi, mom."

"Oh, Henry!" her voice is cheerful. "Did you finish your 'assignment'?"

"No, I haven't. I can't get a good opening," he doesn't mention that he had lost the man to begin with. "Besides, this one person won't leave me alone. They're constantly following me around and bothering me."

His mom sighs on the other end and thinks.

"I'll be over there in a bit. Keep trying, dear. And remember, if you do find your opening, do what you must. Poor kid," she mutters towards the end of the statement.

Henry's stomach drops. He knows instantly what she meant. He didn't want to hurt you. You had nothing to do with...with all of this. You were an innocent, sweet person in this miserable world. Why get rid of someone like you?

"Henry, sweetie, you there?" his mother questions.

"Y-Yeah, yeah, I, uh...I was just looking around. Look, don't worry about coming over. I got this, I promise. I'll call you if I need you, okay?"

"Hm...okay," she pauses, clearly skeptical at her son's words. "Please just stay safe, okay? I love you."

"I love you too, mom. Bye."

"Goodbye."

There is a click, and then the line goes dead. Henry lets out a shaky breath and sets the phone back on its cradle. A knock at the booth startles him out of his thoughts. He turns around to see you looking at him, concerned.

He opens the door to the booth and steps out.

"Sorry," you apologize. "I just wanted to know if you wanted something to eat. Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah, yeah...don't worry about it, okay? Food, uh...food sounds great."

"Okay. What would you like?" Henry thinks for a moment before cracking a smile at you.

"Surprise me!"

You nod and walk off to find a food booth. You knew exactly what you wanted to get. You had been craving it ever since you entered the carnival grounds.

Henry followed behind you, curious as to what you were going to get as you passed booth after booth. Then you stop, just what you were looking for.

"I was wondering when you were gonna show up," a woman greets you.

"Hi, Pam!" you smile at her and hand her some dollar bills. "Two candied apples, please!"

"Two?" Pam cocks her head to the side until her eyes fall on Henry. "Oh, I see."

She smirks, interpreting the mystery man besides you and how you were lovingly holding your elephant plush as a date.

A few moments later, Pam turns back to you and Henry with two candied apples in her hands.

"Enjoy, you two!" she winks at you when you and Henry take your treats. The two of you walk once more, while Henry investigates the sweet in his hand. You look over at him and laugh.

"What? Have you never had a candied apple before?"

"Uh, no actually. Are...are they your favorite?" he asks.

"Uh huh!" you nod eagerly. "I have to have at least one when the carnival's up!"

It was true. Ever since you had the teeth to eat them, candied apples had been your favorite treat, even with all of the cavities you had gotten over the years because of them.

Henry slowly raises the apple to his lips and bites down. The taste causes him to pause. He had never tasted something so sweet. It seemed fitting that they were your favorite.

"You like it?" you ask.

He nods his head, before he takes another bite.

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"So you really aren't gonna leave tomorrow?" you look at Henry sadly.

"Yeah, I-I'm, um...I'm afraid so."

You had learned that Henry was just visiting your hometown on a road trip with his mom. You thought that was fun, because your family always goes on road trips every summer, and yet you were going to miss your new mystery friend.

"Oh, Y/N! There you are!"

You and Henry turn around, seeing your two friends running towards you.

"Yeah, we were really worried!"

That causes Henry to stare daggers at them. They were worried? If they were so Goddamned worried about your safety, then they wouldn't have abandoned you.

"Uh, Y/N...who's this?" they both look at the man beside you that was making them feel uncomfortable under his stare.

'Good,' Henry thought.

"Oh, this is just my friend I made who kept me company this whole time," your voice is still cheerful, but you were still trying to guilt them. Henry smirks at that.

"Oh, well, uh...it's-it's getting late. We should start heading home."

Your eyes widen at that and you look down at your watch. It was almost midnight. God, your parents were gonna kill you.

"Yeah, you guys head to the entrance. I'll catch up!" your friends look at the boy besides you. Despite being the same age as them, something about him didn't seem right. They slowly turn around and do as you told them. As you watch them go, you hear a certain someone mutter something behind you.

"Henry."

"What?" you turn to look up at him.

"That's my name," Henry says.

You try the name out and smile. The sound of you saying his name made his chest feel weird.

"You look like a 'Henry'," you quip.

"That a bad thing?" he quirked an eyebrow at you.

"Nope!" you giggle and shake your head. Your demeanor changes and you awkwardly fiddle for something in your back pocket.

"Here," you hand him a small slip of paper.

Henry takes the paper and unravels it, a phone number revealing itself to him.

"Just in case you wanna keep in touch, o-or you know...just letting me know if you're gonna be in town again," you sheepishly state, squeezing the elephant in your arms. You had written your number down when he went off to make his phone call. You felt silly since you didn’t even know his name yet, but you knew you liked him either way.

"I, uh...I think I'll do just that," he smiles at you and puts the paper in his pocket. You smile back.

"I'm gonna hug you. Is that okay?"

Henry laughs, before opening his arms to you. You wrap one of your arms around him and he wraps his arms around your waist. Neither of you want to pull away, knowing that it would mean the end of your night together and who knows how long until you see each other again.

Unfortunately, your friends were waiting for you and he had a mission that you were unaware of. You pull away first.

"Goodbye, Henry," you quickly press a peck to his cheek. He tenses, but then looks at you shyly.

"Y-Yeah...goodbye, Y/N," a shade of pink crosses his face. He then clears his throat before pointing to your plushie. "You take good care of him."

You giggle and nod your head, before turning and walking away from him. Not even five feet away from him, you turn back and wave both your hand and your elephant's arm goodbye. Henry shakes his head and smiles, lifting his hand up to give a small wave of his own.

He stood there, watching your figure get smaller and smaller, until you disappeared into the crowd entirely.

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The man was killed swiftly in the haunted house of all places. No one suspected a thing, believing that the body was just a prop and the screams just sound effects.

Now Henry was laying down on his bed in the motel room his mother had rented. She was in the bathroom washing his knife and mask.

He could still hear the noises of the crowds cheering, feel the shakiness in his limbs after a thrill ride, taste the candied apple on his tongue, and feel your kiss on his cheek.

Perhaps when he and his mother got into the next town and had to split up again, he would see if that number you gave him was real.

[therealslimshakespeare]

Firstly, I want to say a big thank you, the worlds you have created with Those Who Can, Dear John and Three of Us. I always devour them as soon as you post them and frequently reread them! You have an amazing talent that we are all blessed with.

Speaking of rereading, I just reread your Dear John's 'Even My Friends Just Love Her' on the train home to help me relax and decompress after the very last day of my Master's degree. And it reignited a thought I had. I adore 'The Three of Us', and BuckxBucky are basically canon in 'Dear John' too even if they don't admit it completely (I love that Julie figured it out almost straight away).

"There’s a comment on the tip of Julie Jean’s tongue - something about how happy Bucky would be to fill Buck’s hands and how she’s sure he’d enjoy watching Buck touch Julie - but she bites it back."

And Marge and Julie have become the closest of friends... is there any possible chance, that a "The Four of Us' world exists between JohnxJuliexGalexMarge?

Where maybe either during the 7 (?) country wedding tour (that I believe Gale and Marge are tagging along on...?) Or once they get back and settled in the US, that they (the four of them) realise that they can't live without each other and that they all probably like each other more than just good friends do and decide to do something about it...

Anyway, just an idea that has bounced around my head for a while and got fiercely reignited today, and I thought I might share...

Oh I kicked my feet so happily when I read this love note, thank you for reading and I’m so happy you’re enjoying all my silly stuff!! 🤗

Also, Dear John helping you decompress?! Ok, gonna need a minute to gather myself from the emotionally fulfilling meltdown I just had over this wow ok. Also, a Three of Us mention got me a yelling ….

They’re just THE BUCKIES in every universe, aren’t they 😆 and I had to keep slipping them in there.

Here’s the thing, due to emotional lay off and what that effects later and all that which I’d want to give good effort to, I’d not have a four of us situation in canon Dear John.

But in a AU of the au?! Holy shit it’s such a hot idea and I seriously suspect that others would share your interest in it, I mean, this is a very close and very sharing group.

And uh, Gale and Julie?? Lookin’ like Bucky’s dream twins?! Man is gonna have a heart attack right there.

Also. Watch me make them a non weird communal loving couple

[lovemadethemdoit]

Hi! 😄

Ooooooooh. Congrats on the 400th kudos!!!!! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

I've read the fic and I've enjoyed it!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Here is a prompt if that inspires you.

They've been sentenced to wear a get-along sweater. 😆

Have a great day!! 😄

This is a different verse, not Won‘t somebody-compliant.

"Nope," Phoenix stops Hangman from talking with a hand held out. There’s deep exasperation in her voice. "We‘ve given you two more than enough time to get your shit together. Haven‘t we, Coyote?"

Hangman turns around to glare at his best friend standing behind the couch he‘s currently sprawled out on. The fucker is biting down on a grin.

"Definitely," Coyote says and that big smug smile of his breaks out. Hangman decides he needs a new best friend. Maybe he could be nicer to Bob.

Coyote stares down at him. "We have come to a point where we have to take drastic measures."

Rooster scoffs from where he‘s leaning against the wall next to the door. He looks like a total douche. Aloof, arms crossed, like he‘s completely unbothered by Hangman‘s presence when only half an hour ago they were yelling at each other on the tarmac. "And this," he nods at the offending piece. "Is what you‘ve come up with?"

Drastic measures, Hangman‘s ass. He hates to be agreeing with Rooster.

Phoenix had thrown the cloth onto the table as she had dragged Rooster in here a couple of minutes ago. Hangman doesn’t know who had told on him. He bets it was Fanboy, who had seen him slink through the door of the ready room, still angry as fuck, trying to find a space to calm down.

To Hangman‘s pleasure, Phoenix glares at her best friend. "Well, Bradley. It‘s not like we can keep you two in the same vicinity for long otherwise and you need to get over your shit already. We‘re all so over it!"

Hangman grimaces and he can see Rooster do the same from the corner of his eye. They both know they can‘t go on like this.

Hangman decides to be the bigger man.

He huffs out a breath and looks over at Rooster, who feels Hangman‘s eyes on him and looks up at him. The way Rooster squares his shoulders, like he’s readying for yet another battle, makes him want to go back on his decision, but he isn’t exactly enjoying butting heads with the asshole every fucking day he steps foot on base.

"What‘s your fucking problem with the way I fly this demo, Rooster? I‘ve fucking slowed down, I’ve been following your lead, man, and this is what I fucking get for it?"

Rooster takes a breath and Phoenix meets Coyote‘s eyes, Hangman thinks, but he‘s not looking away from Rooster now. The two of them are right, they need to have it out.

Hangman just can’t believe they are here again, after they‘ve been on, what he would call, a friendly basis after the fucking Mission they all thought they wouldn’t all come back from.

"Why?“ Rooster uncrosses his arms and pushes off the wall.

"Why what?"

"Why are you slowing down? Why aren’t you fucking challenging me?" Rooster sounds angry and Hangman is confused.

He shakes his head. "Roos–"

"We both fucking know you’re the one who should be Dagger One on this one," Rooster spits out, stabbing the air with his finger. He comes over to loom over Hangman, who looks up at him, frowning. "Where‘s your fucking competition over the top spot, Hangman?"

Hangman‘s mouth hangs open. "You want me to take your spot?" he asks, baffled.

"No. I want you to fucking act like yourself. Just because Mav chose me for that mission doesn’t mean I can‘t earn my spot against you for this one, asshole."

Hangman pushes to his feet, having enough of Rooster yelling at him, again, and coming chest to chest with Rooster. "You talk to the base shrink about your fucking anger issues yet, buddy?"

Rooster‘s eyes darken and he takes a step closer, looking like he wants to pummel him. Hangman is not far off that notion. He steps closer, their chests now actually touching, their adrenaline running high and their fists clenched.

"NOW!" Phoenix shouts and Rooster turns to glare at her over his shoulder, when Hangman feels Coyote at his back. Before Hangman knows what‘s happening, he‘s feels a rush of air and the next moment it‘s dark and something is blanketed over him. Him and Rooster.

Phoenix and Coyote pull the fucking thing straight.

Rooster and Hangman stare at each other in shock, the fucking get-along sweater draped over both of them. Hangman instinctively takes a step back and Rooster‘s arm comes up to keep him in place, so Hangman doesn’t accidentally drag them down on the sofa.

Hangman can’t help but laugh when realization settles in and the way Rooster‘s mustache twitches with amusement does it. He starts laughing and Rooster shakes his head, biting down on the tip on his tongue like he‘s trying not to follow Hangman‘s lead and have a laughing fit.

"They fucking didn’t do that," he says, dark eyes twinkling, anger vanished at the stupidity of their current situation. He sighs and angles his head over to Phoenix, who has already pulled out her phone to record.

"I‘m going to kill you," Rooster tells Phoenix before he looks back at Hangman and starts shuffling around.

Hangman stops laughing for a moment to complain. "What the fuck are you do-"

Rooster grabs Hangman‘s wrist and lifts his arm, starting to push it through the floppy sleeve on Hangman‘s end of the sweater before he gets to work on his own side. "Come on," he encourages, rolling his eyes. He leans in to whisper directly into Hangman‘s ear. "We might as well give them a run for their money. For team morale… Kind of owe it, huh?"

Hangman shakes his head but he concedes. Rooster is right. Like so often. Fucking asshole.

Hangman pushes his hand out of his sleeve as Rooster steps to his side within the woolen monstrosity and Jake wraps his arm around Rooster’s waist to pull him closer.

Rooster sends him a look at that but Hangman only sees surprise and no anger, so he nods his chin over to the two idiots they call their best friends.

Hangman and Rooster start posing and they both lift their hands to throw Phoenix and Coyote the bird. The picture ends up framed and hung up in the gallery at both the Hard Deck and in the ready room on base.

Hangman has to smile every time he catches sight of it.

(He catches Rooster doing the same once, too.)

[psylockexs]

Friends in high places

One day after moving in, Lorelei bumped into her new neighbor. Or rather, the neighbor bumped into her 🤭. Lorelei apologised profusely without looking up at the person. She was new in town and really didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with anyone.

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 ??: Umm...you can raise your head. I won't bite...well, not unless you ask me to 😉.

Lore: Hm? slowly looks up Oh...am I...getting in the way?

??: Not at all. I was just coming out to check my mail and say hi if you were home. I saw you move in yesterday. Sooo, welcome to San My.

Lore: Heh, thanks. Sorry, I've a million things on my mind right now, so I'm pretty skitty. I'm not usually this flustered. I'm Lorelei, by the way. Or...Aliana. Whichever works.

??: Lorelei fits you, I think. My name is Min-ho. Park Min-ho. Local San My resident and know-it-all....or most. bows slightly🤭

Lore: Whoa whoa, no need to be so formal! We're neighbours! 😆

Min: Oh it's fine. I greet most folks like that. So...looks around then leans closer...are you running from someone or somewhere?

Lore: Uh, why?

Min: opens his mouth slightly

Lore: gasps You're one of them 😮

Min: Kind of, but yeah. Not to brag but...I'm kinda head of gossip round here. So, if you need some dirty work done? I'm your man.

Park Min-ho is a vampire from a very abnormal family line. His ancestor, Chang-woo was a hemomancer who worked with Odin Vatore, the founder of the Vatore family line. Both men and their fellow hemomancers went on a fruitless quest to seek immortality, as you do 😆, each with different results. Odin attained extended life with the cost of needing to feed on blood. Chang-woo attained extended life and all the vampiric perks, but the downside here was that those powers didn't pass down to every generation. It was like a dice roll as to who would get them. Min-ho is the first one to get the powers in 250 years. Yes. 250 years, not one vampire or hemomancer has been born from Min-ho's line until him. Crazy 🤔.

Much like Lorelei being a Morrigan, Min-ho's dark form has very distinct physical marks. He has black marks on his face and torso that almost look like real tattoos, not to mention his blood red eyes which are rare among vamps. Usually, their eyes are sapphire blue, white or silver. Min-ho possesses a rare talent of tracking. He is able to track anyone, super or human, just by hearing a description of the person.

Back to the apartment building...

 Lore: Ok well...can I be an ass and ask a favor right off the bat? I really need it.

Min: Sure thing. What do you need?

Lore: I'm trying to track someone. A man, a vampire as well to exact.

Min: Oooh someone interesting. What's he like? Physically.

Lore: Tall, red hair, dark skinned, I think he has white or blue eyes...might be both. But yeah, white eyes...umm...oh, Eastern Windenburg accent and he always talks seductively.

Min: Mkay. Anything else?

Lore: Eh, not really unless you wanna count his love of chokers.

Min: That's good enough as well. Let's exchange numbers so I can call if I find him. Might take a few days, though.

Lore: Oh that's fine! Thanks so much, I feel bad...😅

Min: Nah, don't feel bad. Supers help each other.

With that information in hand, it was surely gonna be easy enough to find the guy. People like that stick out like a sore thumb, even among superhumans. So, this should be a walk in the park...

.....totally easy.....

.....totally didn't take one whole month to find him.....

One whole ass month later ....and a half😒...

Mikhail had been keeping his guard up. Never know who was lurking around the corner, waiting to offer a shady deal...

But! Couldn't keep his guard up when he went to see his cousin and the family, right? So, just a lil stop over aaaaand...maybe a detour to San My. He felt something there. He couldn't explain it, but he just felt like he had to go there.

Portalling is very common among the supernaturals. It's very easy to learn, and everyone can do it. Even a human could do it if they learnt how. The only hard part about porting is making sure you don't land in something by accident. Now that takes true mastery, but for basic A-to-B, one doesn't need to know much.

Mikhail ported into San My's town center. It was very interesting. It smelt different, looked different. Even the air molecules felt different! And people seem to have the decency to bump into you here.

 Mik: Ooof! steadies the guy Sorry, I zoned out. You okay?

Min: Yeah yea, I'm fine. I should look where I'm going.

Mik: Ha, nah this one is my fault. Haven't zoned out like that for a long time.

Min: dusts himself off So. Start over? offers his hand

Mik: 🤝Mikhail.

Min: Min-ho. Welcome to San My! You look like a night owl, so you popped by just in time for the evening.

Mik: Oh really? What happens here in the evening to night?

Min: Oh plenty of things. From taggers to restaurants, lounges to After 8 clubs. Literally something for everyone.

Mik: notices Min-ho's tattoos Interesting. You mentioned an after 8 club, huh? Man after my own. That's my kind of scene.

Min: Then dude, you'll fit right in. It's called the Red Velvet. And...I think you'll like it for more reasons that one. 😉

Mik: 'Tis a deal then. Till then! walks away after saluting

Yes!!!!!! Finally he showed himself! Min-ho had never needed to track someone this long before. And this one was worth the wait. Lorelei's description of him did absolutely no justice. She got his basic facts right, but damn...talking with him in person is like...Min-ho couldn't find the words for it. But something did run through his mind, though.

What did Lorelei want with such a hunk? 🤔

[vendetta-if]

Baby!ruthless!MC being those little red flag kids that are super adorable and sweet but then ask disturbingly gory/violent questions that leave the recipient just staring at them awestruck while the child blinks up at them innocently because they don’t realize how fucked up the thing they just said was.

Like the he’s just a little guy! Oh, he’s a little fucked up actually meme.

Scenario: Cute baby MC sitting with their most favouritest Gramdma ever, maybe brushing her hair or feeding her warm soup or just giggling and hugging her and then suddenly lacing their chubby little fingers with hers and saying in those choppy sentences that young children speak in when they are still learning how to pronounce certain sounds/words “I heard! that if the you get toooo cold that you can get fah-rost-bite and your fingers and nose and toes all fall off! It’s super painful, I think! Have you ever done that Baba Alina? Have you ever made somebody so cold you just snap them right apart? Have you snapped off somebody’s arm? Have you ever fah-rost-bited somebody’s neck off their shoulders, Baba Alina?” The rest of the family just looks at MC and each other in concern but MC is just blinking like they asked why the sky is blue.

Alternative scenario: Cute baby MC asks Grandpa if he ver commanded some to hurt/kill themselves or their loved ones, Grandpa just eyes Viktor because he knows his son would want him to lie or change the subject, but MC is just looking him like he hung the moon and he’s torn, but then MC adds “if you didn’t, it’s kinda a waste” and it becomes very obvious that yes this is his grandchild

Ruthless MC is my baby girl(gender neutral) I love then so much if you t tell

Aww that’s kinda cute, but also as you said, fucked up 😆 But really, such ruthless MC is lucky to be born in the Morozov family then where all of the members are just as or close to that level of ruthlessness. Yes, even Viktor. He might be kinder but make no mistake, he’s capable of being really ruthless to people who hurt or put the people he loves and cares for in danger.

For sure, they would all be surprised and shocked, but it won’t be long until they are used to it. Viktor would probably try to teach MC that they can’t just say those kinds of things to just anyone. If it’s him, Grandpa, Grandma, Luka, Ash, Cara, and Rin, then it’s okay 😩 Viktor just mostly doesn’t want MC to say those stuff to the wrong people and they think and treat MC as a weirdo (also, worried that it might not end well for them 😂).

Grandma would be surprised for a second, before booping MC’s nose lightly. They’re still soo adorable. “Well, I did turn someone into an ice sculpture once, although I didn’t immediately ruin it. It’d be a waste, wouldn’t it? How about I show you what kind of other pretty stuff I can make with my power?”

Grandpa would be staring at MC with a glint of pleasant surprise in his eyes. “I can already see you making me proud in the future,” he says, patting MC’s head fondly. “The answer to your question is yes. Sometimes, examples need to be made to spare us more work in the future. One day, I’ll teach you more about it, yes?”

[branded-witha-j]

BITING DOWN

Pairing: vampire!james x reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: dub/non-con, drugging, blood, forced swallowing, biting, smut.

18+ only! Please heed the warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Beta read by @nocturne-pisces. 🖤

The header is my own terrible creation. I'm not good at making edits, never claimed to be, and at this point I'm proud of it. 😉😆

My submission for @cocoamoonmalfoy's Jack o' Lanterns in July. I loved the idea and I hope you enjoy my attempt at something spooky. Thank you for letting me join in! 💚💚💚

~~~

Thick snow clouds dye the sky an angry steel blue, the sun shrouded and eclipsed by the impending storm. Pure, undisturbed snow is soiled by stumbling feet, breath exhaled in explosive puffs into the frigid cold. The wind howls, skeletal trees swaying and cracking in the gale, their limbs reaching out like curious fingers to pluck at your clothes. They snag and tear, eager to embrace you like the car you left behind, but fear keeps you moving. They pull back with nothing but scraps, branches rubbing together in protest.

Howls slip past you on the wind, reaching a crescendo that deafens. The chill that accompanies the sound isn't from the cold, the wind not the cause. Heavy paws pound against the ground, huffs and pants pushing the wolves forward and closer. Your head whips back over your left shoulder, but you can see nothing, the creatures invisible and shrouded by the surrounding woods.

You chide yourself, thinking this must be a dream, that none of this is real. The tree branch that you collide with makes it a painful reality, your feet swept out from under you as you fall back. The ground is hard and unforgiving, your bruised body limp and unable to move. Fear clutches at your throat, making it hard to breathe.

The wolves emerge, circling you slowly, hackles raised as they snarl. You scream out as one lunges at you, yanking your leg away just in time. The next one goes for your arm, coming so close you can feel the warmth from its maw. You know the next one won't miss and then you'll be torn to shreds, your mind refusing to wrap around the thought of your own death.

Pinching your eyes closed, you hear a deep growl that dominates the others, the smaller snarls turning into yelps. Paws pound on the ground as they flee, followed by no sound except the blowing wind.

"Hello?" Your voice is swallowed up by frigid air and carried off into the unknown. "Please. Is someone there?"

Every bone and muscle in your body aches in protest as you sit up. There's still no sign of anyone or anything and the thought scares you more than if they were in front of you. Numb fingers dig into the ground as you struggle to your feet, each step sending a bolt of pain up your legs. Snowflakes begin to fall, gently at first, but then it thickens until you can no longer tell which direction you're going.

When a light flickers in and out of the falling snow, you're horrified that maybe you backtracked to your wrecked car. When it grows brighter, like a beacon calling you to safety, you rush forward, boots dragging through the building snow.

It's a cabin, each of the windows lit up with a warm, yellow light. Rushing forward, you trip on the way up the icy steps, catching yourself on the door.

"Hello?!? Is anyone home? Please, I need help!" You knock furiously, each bang against the wood sending pins and needles up your arm. Peering through the nearby window, you can make out a roaring fire, no sign of life. You know you're going to freeze to death if you don't get inside and the thought makes you bang on the door some more. "HELLO?!? PLEASE!"

You bang one final time with a sob, inhaling sharply as the door opens. It creaks as it swings inward, the warmth that washes over you making you push forward. You barely remember slamming the door, running across the room and falling to your knees before the fireplace. Hands tremor as you hold them before the flames, the heat hurting your frozen skin. You don't stop, moving closer and closer until the flames almost touch your fingertips.

Time escapes you, eyelids growing heavier as warmth returns to your body. The cabin is much bigger than it looks from the outside and a nearby doorway gives you a glimpse of a bed. Using the hearth to pull yourself up, you venture into the room, expecting to find someone in the bed. Instead, it's empty, the blanket turned down as if anticipating a guest. You can barely get your boots off, stumbling onto the mattress and beneath the covers. Heavy patch quilts weigh you down, a soothing cocoon of warmth as you fall asleep.

~~~

When you wake, the windows are dark, the wind still howling outside. As you sit up, the fine hairs on your body stand at attention, warning you of something you have yet to see. The figure in the doorway is blocking out most of the light from the nearby fire, a hand lifting that you're certain is holding a weapon. As you prepare to scream, a light flicks on, illuminating everything and everyone.

The man is beautiful, chestnut hair tucked behind his ears, eyes the same color as the stormy sky. His lips are turning up into a smile and it does nothing to put you at ease. Looking down, you see that your clothes are still damp and soiled, your boots muddy on the floor.

"I- I'm so sorry. I got into an accident and got lost in the woods and I was so cold and I saw the fire and I would never break in, but I was so cold." You ramble until you have to take a breath, the man using the pause to speak.

"It's okay. You just scared me is all. I thought I had a dead body on my hands."

"How long–"

"You've been out for most of the night, the sun is coming up."

You push back the blankets and throw your legs over onto the floor. You still feel weak and take a moment, your eyes looking everywhere but at the man.

"Could you call someone?" The man is sturdy, biceps flexing as he crosses his arms over his broad chest. "I'll pay you for your trouble."

"There's no service. And the storm has knocked out all the roads."

"Fuck." How long would the storm last and would this man even want to take you back into town? You barely remember the name while passing through. Knockemsomething.

"Looks like you're stuck until the storm lets up." The lack of concern in his voice is unsettling and you stand, walking over to the nearest window. The curtain is thick and heavy, the clouds determined to cloak the sun once again. What you can see is horrifying. The snow is so deep, a drift almost reaches the window. You drop the curtain back and turn around, the man no longer standing in the doorway.

"Hello?" You venture out and find him moving around a small kitchen.

"You hungry?" He holds up a pot of what looks like oatmeal. Another pot is making cowboy coffee, the scent strong. It makes your stomach growl.

"Yes, please, thank you." You sink down into the chair he points at and you watch his flannel clad back as he cooks and whistles. You suddenly realize that you haven't told him your name, so you blurt it out. The man looks over his shoulder and gives you a smile.

"I'm James."

You feel the corner of your lips twitching and soon you return a shy smile. It dims as he turns back and you look around the cabin nervously. Everything looks rustic and handmade, warm colors and complimentary mixed patterns dotted around. You wonder why anyone would live out here, why would anyone want to be this isolated–

"Here you go." James lowers a bowl before you and a steaming mug of coffee. You give him a quiet thank you and pick up the spoon, swirling it through the oats. They're perfect, a hum making your host smile before he turns back to the stove. Each bite just reminds you of how hungry you are and eventually you move on to the hot coffee. It's pleasantly bitter and you hold it with both hands to absorb the heat.

"Where you from?" James asks you as he brings the pot over to refill your bowl. You lift your left hand to tell him no thank you, but a wave of dizziness makes it drop, the one holding your coffee losing its grip. The mug shatters, hot liquid splattering across the floor. You turn to grab a napkin, but the sudden movement sends the room into a spin, hands clutching weakly at the edge of the table as you slump.

You feel him catching you, his hands ice cold. It makes you flinch, his face coming in and out of focus as he looks down at you. His touch chills you, your hands coming up to push at his chest. Something is wrong.

"It's okay. I gotcha."

~~~

A disturbing tug at your skin forces you out of your slumber, a ceiling slowly coming into focus. As you remember where you are, you really wish you didn't, a moan falling from between your dry lips.

"Shhh, I gotcha." The words are purred from between your thighs, eyes trailing down drunkenly at the man knelt between them. His lips are red, perfect teeth outlined in blood, and with eyes locked with yours, he latches onto soft skin. Numerous bites dot the inside of your thigh and you can feel the suction of his mouth as he drinks from you.

"Stop–" You whine weakly, hands fisted in the sheets beneath you. He retreats as if to give you what you beg for, but his teeth bare with a snarl, sinking into the smooth, unmarked skin of your other thigh. You scream out, the pain excruciating, and the disconnect of his fangs is just as terrible. A chill creeps and accompanies the monster as he slithers up your body, your blood fragrant on his breath.

"You taste divine. You have no idea how long it has been." You plead and beg for your life, asking him to let you go. He stops you with a click of his crimson stained tongue. "You beg for something that is no longer yours."

Tears are lapped up eagerly and blood stained lips lift in a grimace as he savors your body beneath him. His bare skin is surprisingly hot against your own, his face flushed. It's you, you're the reason for the color on his cheeks, the heat of your blood giving him the warmth he lacks.

"Give yourself to me and I'll make this feel good." His lips ghost against yours, coppery tongue coming out to tease. "Open your mouth. Open it!"

A grip of his hand at your jaw tightens painfully, your mouth forced open with a gasp. He takes it as an invitation and kisses you, his wicked tongue curling inside to entice. He tastes of sugar and toxins, candied and forbidden, your whine swallowed up.

His teeth scrape against your bottom lip, hand dropping from your throat to give his hungry mouth access. You tense, afraid he's going to bite you, and your reaction makes James chuckle.

"If you're good for me, I'll make it quick." He nips at your collarbone, droplets of blood dotting on flesh for him to collect. You can't stop the moan when his mouth closes around a nipple, the plush of his lips encasing it completely.

"James!" His fangs pierce the skin, your scream muffled as his hand clamps over your mouth. You bite down, wanting to cause him pain, and his laugh against your breast is disturbing.

Lurching up, the monster smiles at you, a river of your blood cutting down his chin. It turns into droplets in the cleft, spattering onto your face and neck.

"You want to hurt me?" You shake your head, even if you don't mean it, and he turns to expose his throat. "Go on. Hurt me."

It's a trap, you know it, but it's enticing, the blue vein running along the column of his neck making your teeth itch to hurt him in return. You give him what he wants, lifting your head, teeth finding purchase in the skin where his neck meets his shoulder. Your bite is hard, canines sinking into his flesh much easier than you expect, a pop and rush of blood startling you. James groans above you, his arousal heavy and rigid against your thigh. A large hand comes up to cup the back of your head and he cradles you against him, savoring the burn of teeth for once.

You choke on the thick stream as it fills your mouth, blood splashed against him and onto your chest. The weight of your decision is heavy, head shaking as he groans for you to swallow. His blood threatens to steal your breath for good and his hand pulls you back so he can level his eyes with yours.

"Swallow." His voice is deep, a palm coming up to smother you. You tense, eyes widening, and each second that passes your lungs ache. When it reaches the point of agony, you gulp down, choking around it as he removes his hand to allow you to take a needed breath. "Good girl, such a good girl."

A cough splatters red across his face, but he doesn't mind, capturing your mouth for a deep, bloody kiss. The burn in your stomach is only rivaled by the sudden invasion of his cock, his hips clapping against yours. You feel drunk, body limber and head swimming. In and out the vampire fucks you, your arms and legs moving to fight, but wrapping around him instead. You're falling, everything is spinning, and a fire sparks to life in your gut.

"I gotcha." Forehead pressed against yours, he watches as you fall endlessly, pain making your eyes close and face pinch. When your hands ball into fists, he reaches back to pull them down, pinning them on the bed by your head. "Let go."

His words are breathless, even as he draws no breath, and the horror of it makes you struggle. James coos and shushes you, holding you down as you begin to scream. Even as you lunge forward to bite his chest, he doesn't falter, his thrusts building again until he's fucking you so hard the bed shakes and squeaks in protest. His blood is in your mouth, stomach turning and forcing you to spit it out.

"I'm sorry." Before you can ask why, he bares his teeth and pierces into your throat. Your scream is deafening, sobs jolted as he thrusts deep and hard, his lips latching to suck hungrily at your blood. Your body wars with itself; the burning in your stomach feels like popping lava, the stretch of his cock a stinging pleasure you hate. His teeth retract, growls vibrating up his chest as he feeds from you.

He drains you, pulling you closer and closer to the brink of death. As you spin, everything fading to black, you no longer feel pain, only the pleasure he gives you.

~~~

You gasp, pulling in air, and then exhaling. There's no comfort in either of those things, your chest still and empty.

"Look at me."

James smiles as your eyes meet, his steel blue tinted with red.

"Open." You don't hesitate this time, your tongue curling with his. The pull you have to him is intensified by his cock still inside you, every vein and ridge felt as he ruts into you. You keen, head falling back, and James returns to your throat, tongue lapping along your skin. "I had to make you mine."

The weight of his words make you tense and he stills, pupils blown as he licks up the column of your throat to your trembling bottom lip.

"What did you do?" You know without asking, but the horror of being a monster of his creation is heavy and terrifying.

He doesn't answer you, instead nipping at your lip until fangs tear, your kiss bloody again. The taste of yourself makes your skin tighten with need and the hands that were pushing at his chest, slide up and over his shoulders. Your hips lift, meeting his, making James growl as his head ducks down to watch. A hard peak entices him and he pulls your nipple into his mouth, the wound that once made it throb no longer there. Dragging your hands up into his hair, you hold him against you, nails digging into his scalp.

He bites you in retaliation, but the pain is euphoric. Harder and harder he moves against you, a hand dipping down between you both to seek out your clit. You cry out, the tease of his fingers making you clamp around him tightly.

"You're mine." His mouth growls at your ear, the pressure growing. "Mine forever. Tell me. Tell me you're mine."

Eyes are white, rolled back in your head, words lost on your tongue as he coaxes you closer to the edge. When you fall, he's there with you, strong body holding you and keeping you from harm that no longer matters. You scream as you come, cunt pulsing wildly. James groans out, skin slapping against skin as he pushes through the tight resistance.

"I'm yours! Yours, James!" Your cries of acceptance make him tense, thrusts growing sloppy.

"And I'm yours." In the midst of your chilly union, warmth spreads through you, his cum hot as it spills inside you. You clutch to each other, feeling the waves of pleasure as it ebbs and flows, lazy nips and kisses left on cool skin.

~

The Sheriff had to walk the last quarter mile on foot, out of breath and sour as he stomps up onto the porch. His fist pounds at the door and before he can do it again, it opens.

"Sheriff Bodecker, what brings you around?"

"Well, I got a call about an abandoned car, and the girl it belongs to is nowhere to be found. Thought maybe you might'a seen her."

"No, I haven't. Do you wanna come in for some coffee, Sheriff?"

Bodecker hesitates, knowing he shouldn't, but it's colder than a witch's tit outside, and the inside is inviting.

"Just for a minute or two."

The Sheriff crosses the threshold, a flash of movement startling him. A blurred figure rushes towards him, his hand too slow to reach for his pistol.

You leap onto him, knocking him back with your weight, and the leather of his jacket squeaks as he struggles. James kneels down, grabbing the hair atop Bodecker's head, and jerks it back to expose his throat.

"Go on. It feels better biting down."

[kyotakumrau]

2022.09.13 Petit Brabancon at KT Zepp Yokohama - setlist & report

-SE-

01 渇き

02 Don't forget

03 Ruin of Existence

04 主張に手を伸ばす修羅

05 new song

06 come to a screaming halt

07 非人間、独白に在らず

・INWARD SCREAM (Kyo and antz)

08 刻

09 I kill myself

10 Pull the trigger

11 無秩序は無口と謳う

12 OBEY

13 A Praying Man

14 Isolated spiral

15 疑音

(they seem to play the same setlist at every show this tour)

This tour I decided to go to my Yokohama and the last show of the tour in Haneda. PB had already few shows but for me today was the first time to see them (I'm not counting the performance0.1 at Budokan).

The funny thing - when I entered the venue it was quite smoky even outside the audience area. Was that supposed to set the mood or something?

It was also so different to be in the venue because I could feel that there's a mix of different fans, the atmosphere was pretty different from dir or suke (duh). But as the lights went off everyone eagerly got up.

The concert was a seated one despite being held at Zepp.

There was some kind of SE but honestly I can't remember anything about it besides the fact there was the tour name in the back😂 Fans were clapping and as the band members walked on the stage one by one the clapping got louder at those times.

Kyo was wearing a black Adidas tracksuit, but he took off the top already after few songs (at the start of the new song?), after that he was only in trackpants. Miya had something with a check print (shirt?shorts? I can't remember😂), antz a black tshirt with some print, hair braided, Takamatsu wore all black (devastating amount of details seeing I was in kamite😂).

yukihiro was back left, Takamatsu back right, then front Miya on the left, Kyo, and antz on the right.

Kyo started with stiring us up immediately:

横浜！！！いきてるか？！噛み付いてこーーーい！！！！・Yokohama!! Are you alive? Come bite me/us!!!!*

(*don't forget the small fierce dog theme here😉) - he also used the biting dare all the time throughout the concert.

The energy was awesome! From the start the way Kyo was singing was very raw, like harshly singing/screaming instead of the more polished 'album style', it was the best♡

The new song was a slower~medium tempo song, starts softer but then it got heavier in the middle (bridge?).

I was headbanging, dancing, waving my hand or fist. Despite this being my first PB proper concert it was so easy to let go and just let the music flow through you and move you.

There were two or three times they used pyrotechnics. The stage was quite simple otherwise, but lights were used perfectly for each song.

Hiningen is one of my favs on the album and it was even better live♡ Kyo was on his box screeching, the music slowly building the scene. At the shoegazing part Kyo was laying on his back on the box with legs hanging down, he started convulsing then tried to grab a 'rope' (or something else hanging from the sky), finally got it,  threw it jumping up and then jumping from the box, then still tried to catch something (more?). At the end he thumped his chest with the mic.

The inward scream feels connected to Hiningen, started with Kyo singing/crying softly and then antz joining, then guitar took over while Kyo was thumping his chest with the mic repeatedly.

Kawaki got (京)👈👈👈 gestures at his head to demand headbanging😆

In Pull the trigger Kyo started singing a bit late but got louder drum from yukihiro to get him back to the right place😆

Isolated spiral - Kyo was singing shouting '笑い・' warai' while looking at the fans and pointing.

Before the last song, Gion, Kyo started to work us up with

'Yokohama!! Guys!! Girls!! You can give me more!! Come bite me!! You don't need your necks so!!! LAST SONG!!!

There were many moments when Kyo came either to the kamite(right side) or shimote(left side), but other band members didn't move that much.

But the highlight of the members interactions was definitely Miya playing on his knees in front of Kyo, and Kyo watching him. It gave me a little bit of a match feeling 'are those dogs gonna be friendly or will they fight?'😂

(apparently Miya's guitar's neck tapped Kyo's stomach when he was going on his knees, causing Kyo touch his belly while laughing at Miya, I was too far to see that much detail but that's what someone else reported)

At the end Kyo was going to the sides of the stage and pointing fans and having us handbang.

When they finished Kyo gave us a great smile and left with a wave to the audience. The other band members took a bit more time, I saw antz throw some picks to the very front, not sure if other members threw some as well or not.

I'm so glad I still have Haneda to go!! My neck is still attached despite my trying very hard to lose it😂

[theflyingfeeling]

For those who are interested in what I have managed to write for my "Gran Hotel AU" so far: ta-da!

..and those who have no idea/memory of what I'm on about: last spring I wrote this short fic in the AU I had come up with (loosely inspired by my trip to Dublin and the Spanish TV series Gran Hotel). This part below I wrote last summmer, and it's actually chapter 3, but since chapter 2 is about a different character entirely, it's not too illogical to read this one first, in my opinion. That is, if there ever will be chapter 2 😅😩 I put my outline for chapter 2 in the tags (mild spoiler alert)! I also suggest you read my ideas for the AU in general in the tags of the post linked above, otherwise I'm afraid this won't make much sense 😆

~

The grove of the family cemetery greeted Joel like an old friend, taking him into its cool embrace, which Joel was grateful for in the heat of the late afternoon.

He walked past his grandparents’ and great-grandparents’ graves, only stopping to snip a dried leaf off the light blue violet in front of his paternal grandmother’s tombstone. In his mind Joel promised to bring her fresh ones for her next name day. Grandmama would understand, he thought. She always did.

By the duck pond Joel dropped by the resting place of his father’s twin brother, taken by pneumonia only two days before their sixth birthday. With no one having actively tended to the grave since grandmama’s passing nearly a decade ago, the old stone had begun to grow moss, all but covering the golden carvings. Usually Joel was too inside his own head to mind the grave of an uncle he never came to know other than from grandmama’s stories, but today something pulled him towards the plain, small mound to root out most of the weeds thriving on it. Perhaps he had heard grandmama’s authoritative voice in his ears for a split second.

From there he continued his unhurried journey deeper into the memorial park, anticipating as much as awaiting the final few stops on his tour, until he arrived at his father’s grave.

The white lilies had dried weeks ago already, but Joel was yet to find the energy or motivation to throw them away. The carvings on the stone were still fresh, however, standing out from the already worn ones on the right side of the stone.

Like every day for the past almost four weeks, Joel had no clue what to say. Say nothing, Joonas would have advised him, he ain’t gonna hear you anyway, he’s dead. 

Ironically, Joel had not said a whole lot to his father when he had still been alive either.

Be as it may, something about the cemetery always made Joel talkative. He couldn’t have explained it if he tried to, but he supposed grandmama’s habit of walking in between the tombstones having full conversations with her long-deceased parents, her late husband and her baby boy had something to do with it. Joonas had always found it a little creepy and had politely declined grandmama’s plea for him to come along and learn about the history of his family, whereas Joel had gone with her each time, following on her heels and helping her take care of the flowers. One time, when grandmama had already needed a walking stick to support herself, she had asked Joel to look after the family graves and the garden surrounding them once she would be “gone to meet her maker”, as she had put it then. Joel had promised, but only after grandmama had reassured he wouldn’t have to go near the eerie, tumbledown mausoleum of his great-grandparents’, the founders of the Hokka estate.

That was why Joel often found himself crouching in front of names that no longer lived in people’s mouths, at least not the way they used to, staring at the dates that had changed his life forever, biting his lip in a failed attempt to keep himself from spitting out the disrespectful words.

“Fuck you.” 

He grabbed a fistful of grass in his palm and continued without opening his mouth to speak the words out loud.

Fuck you for treating her the way you did.

Fuck you for treating them both the way you did. 

Fuck you for treating us the way you did.

Fuck you for loving a bottle of whiskey more than your sons.

Fuck you for tending your minibar with more compassion and care than the legacy you’d be passing on to us.

Fuck you for dying of a heart attack at 65 and leaving us with this sinking ship.

Joel threw the shredded grass on the drooped lilies.

Fuck you for not being here for me.

When the letters on the tombstone began to blur, Joel looked away to get a hold of himself once more before he would move on. Visiting his father’s grave filled him with so much anger and bitterness and inexplicable hopelessness that he felt like skipping it altogether, but so far he hadn’t had the guts to do so, as if his old man’s disappointed look was still nailed to his back.

Having found his regular breathing frequency again, Joel stood up and turned to the pink roses growing in front of the right-hand half of the stone. 

The woman resting in the casket six feet under may not have been Joel’s real mother, but she was the only mother he had ever had.

Although she had had a tendency to favour her biological son when it came to deciding which birthday boy was served the last piece of the strawberry cake (even if Joonas was, more often than not, willing to share) or who was bought new clothes more frequently, Joonas’ mother was still the kindest woman Joel knew and had truly loved Joel as he was her own.

The only time Joonas ever visited the cemetery was when they planted the roses on her every birthday in the beginning of June. 

The last time Joel had seen Joonas cry was the day she had died, on a frosty February morning when Joonas had been fifteen and Joel sixteen. They had held each other close on Joonas’ bed, listening to their father breaking glasses in the office room above them.

‘Cause of death: fever’ Joel had read from the death certificate he had found in one of his father’s drawers in search of cigarettes, but in reality no one seemed to be certain what really had taken her. Their father had suspected it had been a food poisoning, and so he had had an excuse to take out his grief on the the blameless members of the staff and fired the chef and half the waiters, whereas grandmama had comforted the half-orphaned teenage sons that their mother’s heart had finally burst from loving her boys too much (which hadn’t been half as soothing as grandmama had probably intended it to be; instead, it had given Joel nightmares for weeks). There had even been talk in the town that she had gone mad with jealousy over her husband’s numerous affairs and eventually fallen fatally ill, simply due to heartbreak and excruciating loneliness.

Joel, on the other hand, knew better. He knew she had been stronger than that, always trying her best to make sure Joonas and Joel had been outside playing or bothering the kitchen staff, far out of earshot whenever she had confronted her husband after finding yet another maid in his bed. He knew she must have been unhappy in her marriage, but also that she had been aware of what she had married into. Yet, she had chosen to stay, not because she had loved her husband that much, but because she had understood she could never have afforded as much as a roof above her head, let alone be allowed to take her boys with her, even if she had been able to provide evidence of the adultery committed by her husband. She had stayed, because despite how miserable her life had undoubtedly been from time to time, she had wanted to ensure a happy childhood for Joonas and Joel, one where they’d have at least one loving parent in their life.

She would have deserved so much better than an unfaithful drunkard of a husband with heaven knows how many secret lovers and possibly even more illegitimate children. She would have deserved a more honourable final resting place than that next to the honourless scoundrel who had selfishly demanded to be buried by her side; a pathetic excuse of a man who had never deserved one bit of her unselfishness.

Those were among the countless of other things Joel usually murmured as he sat in front of her grave, on the grass right by the roses, just to be closer to her. This time, however, he remained silent, only reaching his hand to caress the cheek of a porcelain angel Joonas and he had brought there on the first anniversary of her death. The angel was missing its right wing, broken when the statue had been knocked down in an exceptionally intense thunderstorm. Joel had been devastated by the loss, but Joonas had told him she probably didn’t mind; she had always been drawn to all things broken and imperfect. 

“You know, like that teacup without a handle she didn’t want to throw away because it had her favourite flower painted on it,” Joonas had said.

And me, Joel had almost added, the bastard son of her husband she could have easily thrown out of the house the second his father slid a ring on her finger and no one would have judged her for it. 

Instead, she had read him bedtime stories and kissed his knee better when he had fallen down from a tree, and Joel wished he had told her how grateful he was for it all when she had still been alive to hear it. Alas, around the time of her death, Joel had been an adolescent full of rage, too burdened by frustration and fear to worry about the mortality of his mother. 

“Joonas says hi,” he whispered to the tombstone. He touched two of his fingers to his lips and pressed them against the cold of the stone before getting up and walking away, towards the grave he always saved last on his tour.

During the years following their mother’s death, Joel and Joonas had kept receiving pitying looks and regretful words of condolence from members of the staff, the people of the town, and even the hotel guests who had gotten wind of the tragedy. “Poor boys,” they always said, “how ill-starred in life must one be, to lose his mother at such a young age.”

Yet, Joel had always thought Joonas was lucky.

At least he only had one mother to grieve.

Fair enough, Joel had never known his birth mother, the only daughter of Mr. Byström, who had been one of the most important investors of the hotel once upon a time. From the hotel’s tattletale receptionist Joel had heard that Mr. Byström and his wife had disappeared in a storm on their way across the Atlantic, only a week after Mr. Byström had asked Joel’s father to “take his girl under his wing”, should something happen to them during their journey.

Joel was pretty sure that by “taking his girl under his wing” Mr. Byström had not meant “knocking her up at the age of 19”.

Grandmama had never talked much about the circumstances of Joel’s birth, apart from the weather: “it was a real cloudburst, raining hounds and mousers for hours without end, and still your first scream was louder than any thunder that has ever roared above this house”. 

Joel supposed she had wanted to be considerate towards the lady of the estate by keeping the names of the hotel owner’s previous lovers out of her mouth, although it wasn’t like Joel’s mother had ever been given such a privilege to begin with.

When Joel had been but six months old, his mother had understood the rumours she had heard weren’t just rumours. For two more months she had borne looking at young Miss Porko’s swelling belly before she had filled the pockets of her trench coat with rocks and jumped down the bridge crossing the river that ran by the estate.

Hence, there was nothing but soil below the wonky wooden cross Joel had erected in her memory in the farthest corner of the memorial park, in the shade of an enormous, over a century-old oak tree. Even if her body had been found, she would have been buried nowhere near the estate, for she had never officially been part of the family. Still, Joel had wanted a place to visit her, to talk to her, and since the bridge from which she had jumped to her underwater grave had rotted away years ago, he had had no choice but to make her a memorial on his own.

When Joel arrived at the cross, he sighed as he saw it having fallen down again and crouched down to straighten it. Then he took the rose from behind his ear and stuck it in the soil, next to all the other ones in various stages of wilt.

Some days he talked to her about his day; how he had gotten out of bed just in time for supper and avoided everyone until leaving the house when the sun began to set. 

Other days he just sat there, wondering what on earth he should say to a mother who had not lived to see her firstborn’s first birthday. 

It most likely would have killed her anyway, had she not done the job herself; as if by some cursed twist of fate, Miss Porko’s son was born on the 5th of October, exactly one year after Joel’s birth. And while Joel had been welcomed to the world with an intense downpour, Joonas’ arrival had ended nearly two weeks of rainfall and lured out the first rays of the sun in almost a month, if Joel was to believe his grandmama, who had always loved to reminisce about the events of that day.

From across the cemetery Joel had one day dragged an old wooden bench that had been situated near the grave of a long-forgotten relative – an uncle who, according to grandmama, “had always been a bit of a pillock” – and replaced it in front of his mother’s. There he sat for hours on end, staring at the cross and the roses, asking the universe over and over again what life would be like for him if his birth mother had lived for longer than twenty years and seven months.

Or if Joonas’ mother had not collapsed all of a sudden when getting out of the bath while Joonas and Joel had been busy arguing about who got to sit on the front seat of their father’s new Mercedes.

Or if grandmama was still around, offering her prickly life wisdom at every turn.

Or if his father was lying passed out on the couch of his office instead of dead in his grave. Maybe one of these days Joel would have had the courage to say all the things he wanted to say to him.

As the sun disappeared behind the forest looming at the border of the estate, Joel lay on his side on the bench and hugged his knees to his chest. He kept his gaze fixed on the white cross for as long as he could still see it before it got too dark, before tiredness forced him to close his eyes and wait for restless sleep to come.

[writingwife-83]

23, sherlolly!!

23. “Just tell why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay!” (I’m thinking there’s a “me” that just happened to be missing in the first line of this dialogue so I just added it in.) Hope you enjoy this, Shelb! It’s not gonna be a huge mystery which direction I go with this one. 😆

Crap Telly and Confessions

“Just tell me why you did it!”

“Because I’m in love with you, ok?!”

As Sherlock picked up another ginger nut and took a bite, the man and woman on the television screen were suddenly wrapped around each other, snogging almost violently as the rain poured down all around them.

His head reared back a bit as he chewed, glancing down at Toby who sat next to him where he reclined on the sofa. “Seems a bit cold and uncomfortable, wouldn’t you say? I imagine you wouldn’t want to woo the love of your life in the pouring rain.”

The tabby cat chirped out a little meow in response, mostly only paying attention to the biscuits being eaten and clearly considering whether or not this was something worthy of his begging.

“Speaking of, though,” Sherlock added, leaning down closer. “You don’t think that would appeal to your mummy, do you?”

He was met with only a blank stare.

Sherlock shrugged and continued eating. “I won’t rule it out. I’m keeping every option open at the moment.”

The credits began rolling on the telly as the couple continued kissing, thoroughly enjoying their unrealistically dramatic happy ending.

“I suppose I should have just told her right away,” he admitted aloud, enjoying how attentive this cat was to him. It beat that balloon on John’s chair.

And sometimes even John himself.

“But seeing as I didn’t exactly confess the reality of my feelings when we cleared the air after Sherrinford, now I’m left to decide on the perfect time and place for the truth to come out. Perhaps I should be glad for the benefit of planning, but it is a bit more pressure than I would have anticipated.” He laughed to himself. “It almost makes me wish she would just yell at me like that, and I could yell back my confession. It would be a relief to simply rip the bandaid off, so to speak. But your mummy has put up with enough madness from me for many years, so it only seems fair that this time my confession has a bit more thought put into it.”

“You really love me?”

Sherlock whirled around, choking on his bite of biscuit and nearly falling off the sofa as Toby bolted in shock.

“Molly you- you're home!” He stood, brushing the crumbs off himself and continuing to clear his throat. “I uh, thought you were working late.”

“I was but someone covered for me because I had a headache,” she replied, slowly circling around the sofa to where he stood.

“Perhaps you need some tea?” Sherlock asked, eager to deflect from what she’d walked in on. “I’d be very happy to-“

“No, no, never mind that.” Her eyes narrowed. “What’s this you were going on about?”

Sherlock sighed deeply. “Molly, this really isn’t how I wanted to have this conversation. I’ve been watching crap telly while eating your biscuits and getting crumbs on your sofa, and now you’ve got a headache. If you’d give me a bit of time, I’m sure I can come up with a much nicer-“

But his words were halted as Molly grabbed the lapels of his dressing gown, eyes boring into his.

“Sherlock, just rip the bloody bandaid off!” Molly yelled, nearly making him jump.

“Alright!” he yelled back, instinctively mimicking her decibel level. “I love you! I’m in love with you! Happy now?!”

Her little lips started to quiver but also quickly lifted at the corners. “Deliriously,” she replied, before lifting to her toes and crashing her lips into his. The kiss he’d previously considered unrealistic on screen, seemed tame in comparison to what Molly Hooper was currently doing to his mouth.

Her arms snaked around the back of his neck, and he could do little else but hold tight to her as he collapsed back onto the sofa with Molly on top of him. It was another minute or so before Molly finally broke the kiss. Reluctantly so, if he was correctly reading the little tug she gave his bottom lip as she let go.

“I’m- I’m sorry it wasn’t all a bit more…special,” Sherlock gasped, finding words a touch more difficult than normal. “You deserve more.”

Molly nodded, catching her breath as well as she cradled his face in her palms. “I do,” she agreed simply, and for a moment Sherlock stilled nervously.

“I’ve deserved more for a long time, Sherlock Holmes,” she added, a gleam in her eyes as she leaned in and kissed him soundly again. “And now I’ve finally got it.”

He reached hungrily for her again, and as she melted into him, Sherlock wondered why he’d become so caught up in the confession at all. Maybe it wasn’t in the pouring rain, or over a candlelit dinner, or watching the sunset together, but that was ok. The truth of the words was ultimately much more important than the fancy presentation.

Perhaps there was something positive about his crap telly habit after all.

[whetheritsmorningornight]

Back in May, I made a Bite Beauty order as the brand is discontinuing all its products apart from its Lip Lab range. Everything was 50% off, how could I refuse? 😆 I love the brand's lipsticks so thought I'd give its mascara and primer a go.

The Upswing Full-Volume mascara is a pretty good one in my opinion. It claims to be volumising, lengthening, lifting, curl enhancing, smudge resistant and offer intense colour. It definitely does the first four, the fairly chunky brush is wider at each end and smaller in the middle in order to catch every lash and really lift and thicken them.

Although it's not waterproof, it doesn't smudge throughout the day and is easy to apply - you don't need loads of coats to get a lovely look.

The Changemaker Skin-Optimising primer is also a great product. I've used many foundation primers in my time and this one works a treat. It includes Bite's Powerpure Maqui Berry, which helps to hydrate and mattify with its antioxidant properties. Other ingredients are olive oil and hyaluronic acid complex that hydrate the skin, and willow bark that controls shine and minimises the look of pores.

Bite does two varieties of this primer, one for more oily skin and one for dryer skin. I got the one for oily skin and it really does help to mattify and control shine, which is an issue I always have. It helped my foundation to last all day in pretty warm weather when I tested it, so it's a winner in my books. You can still buy this on Feel Unique, so I'd recommend heading there to pick it up, but be quick!

[thedarkone121]

I posted 67 times in 2022

That's 13 more posts than 2021!

35 posts created (52%)

32 posts reblogged (48%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@angelrinisadork

@sensitiveheartless

@minijenn

@ghostthefandomlurker

@radioactivedelorean

I tagged 66 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#my art - 20 posts

#bungou stray dogs - 10 posts

#darky talks - 9 posts

#mdzs - 9 posts

#bsd dazai - 7 posts

#reblog - 7 posts

#darky draws - 6 posts

#fan art - 6 posts

#bsd - 6 posts

#hakuouki - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 87 characters

#how dare you fill me with wonderful fluff and then showcase this in the recent update?!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Man, you have no idea how difficult it was to make an outfit based on Ancient Chinese disciple outfits, while making sure it was formal enough for a heir, and trying to incorporate it into what Jin Yuehua would like herself.

At least I managed to finish on time for her and Jin Ling’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Jin Ling! I have given you a twin sister to butt heads with! 😆

9 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

#4

Mo Dao Zu Shi OC: Jin Ling’s Twin Sister 

I have no name for her yet and I am having trouble deciding on her family name since Jiang Cheng has officially took her in and she is now the heir to the Jiang Sect. If anyone could help me with the decision, please.

But hey, I got a design for her that’s not just a concept art. Well, it’s still technically a concept since I didn’t do her full body but I’m feeling this design. It’s really what I wanted for Jiang Yanli’s daughter and Jin Ling’s sister; taking after her grandmother while still having her mother’s looks. Because to me, Jin Ling seems to take a lot after his father.

Some more information about her:

She is the youngest twin, born 8 minutes after Jin Ling. Their birth was widely celebrated, since having boy-and-girl twins was considered the greatest luck for Chinese parents. Almost everyone was in the Cultivation World was invited to their One-Month Celebration.

Including a certain Grandmaster and his Ghost General…

After the deaths of both of their parents, Jiang Cheng had demanded Jin Guangshan to let the twins live under Lotus Pier as his sister’s children. Jin Guangshan only agreed if Jiang Cheng made young sister the heir for Lotus Pier (unofficially banning her association with the Jin Clan) and have Jin Ling return to the Koi Tower at the age of seven for his studies. Jiang Cheng agreed and took them home.

The sister was a lot like Jin Ling in their youth: prideful, short-tempered, and wasn’t afraid to bite people who upset her. She and Jin Ling were known to wrestle with each other when they have sibling squabbles, something that stresses Jiang Cheng out to no end.

Eventually, the sister’s temperament changed. She became much quieter, having a smile that is said to attract eyes. This smile is what the world knows her for; prim, proper, and hiding something underneath it.

But don’t let that smile fool you. Underneath it, she is an eerie replica of her late grandmother. A master of poisons, this sister isn’t afraid to poison someone in order to get information, even playing with them by having the antidote out and ready. They just need to give her what she wants or they can try and take it from her.

The Purple Poison of Yunmeng Jiang is feared throughout her peers. Although Jin Ling would say otherwise because he’s still waiting for his qian. He won that Night Hunt fair-and-square, how dare she—?!

14 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#3

Honestly, I feel like this has gotten off the rails and my design skills were just spitting out anything they can find.

I’ll still cuddle with these two. I’m definitely going to need it 😆

So, @callimara has created a closed species for her subscribers and me, being someone who needs an animal companion for my existence, I latched on and have never been more happy to be subscribed.

Mo and Amber are two Hydrakes I imagine myself keeping. I want a Guardian breed to keep myself safe while I’m living alone and keep sharks away. But at the same time, I want a Snuggler to cuddle and travel with and Guardians aren’t known to be crowd friendly. Yet, I couldn’t leave my Snuggler alone cause I’m someone who likes to go outside and I need to work as well!

Then Word of God said I could get two. And two I got.

Mo’s design I feel like is the most chaotic in terms of design and personality. She is a companion who I can imagine match my energy when I want to be active, so she’s an endless ball of energy. When she crashes, she crashes HARD and she’ll probably sleep through a lot of the day. I have no idea how she’ll handle plane rides. I based her design off a color palette for a bouquet I found and my college-work brain can not remember the flower her fins were based off. It’s up to you guys, I guess. 

Amber is the one who unfortunately suffers through me and Mo’s chaotic sides. She takes her duty of taking care of us very seriously and I can imagine she tries to help me through my overthinking moments by being this big, warm, mattress. She is an amazing bed and has resigned herself to the fact when there’s cuddle time, she will be laid on by me and Mo. Her design I based off a birch tree because I imagine those to be mystical and yet strong at the same time.

Also, these two girls often listen to me ramble about my ideas. They both are engage but Amber hates it when I have an outburst of realization 😆

Thank you, Callimara, for creating a fun species!

16 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#2

This took way longer than it was supposed to be 😆

Hey, everyone! I’m back with more of my possessed Gregory AU! Fun news, I have a name for Gregory’s Afton!Persona; Twitch! No, not the streaming platform. My friend and I were discussing bunny-themed kid names and this what we came to. You’ll see why in a second.

This AU was based on the idea that since Afton is able to make Vanessa into his Reluctant Follower, it stands to reason he can take control of other people as well. That, and also I have a theory that Gregory was captured in a sense that he would be Afton’s new host in the game. Not sure if it’s true but it’s fun and I enjoy the idea.

Some facts about this AU:

Twitch’s costume is from an old bunny suit that’s been stitched together with different kinds of fabric put together. I wanted to make it feel like it was done by a kid.

Twitch has a tendency to glitch out when gazed upon. Like one second you see the bunny and the next his form becomes all weird like you’re glazing at TV screen. 

When looking through Roxy’s eyes, you are able to see Gregory underneath the disguise. However, he has purple eyes…

Gregory IS aware of what goes on around him. The glitches in Twitch’s appearance is often him trying to fight back against Afton’s control.

21 notes - Posted January 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Welp, guess who just got interested in The Owl House.

Season 2 ended and I really need to catch up. If you’re wondering why I only started now, I was given the delightful pleasure of knowing Hunter, who has won my heart and compelled me to not only watch the show but look at fanfiction. Which is what lead me to is hello, my hollow Holofernes by TheAndersonRecord.

People might’ve been wrong about The Collector!Luz but I am officially joining the train of Hunter being possessed because why not? I love seeing sweet boys going through a mental crisis, both from inside and outside influences.

I hope you enjoy my fanart of your work, TheAndersonRecord!

125 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

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