#I'M ABOUT TO REALLY FUCK HIM UP WITH A KILLER VERSE SO HERE YOU GO

[designedparadigm]

“P- please, don’t . . . don't hurt me.” ( hi this is dweety bird for ghost if that's okie, or your choice ehe <3 )

   begging. 

   how  many  times  had  he  heard  it  before?  standing  over  men  who  once  stood  so  tall  and  proud,  reduced  to  a  sobbing,  bloody  mess  beneath  the  hands  of  the  ghost.  a  dead  man  walking;  so  intimately  entwined  with  death  that  dealing  it  is  second  nature.  normal. 

   part  of  this  might  look  comical,  even.  a  skull  mask  set  upon  his  face,  the  skeleton  print  gloves  that  wrap  around  the  handle  of  the  custom  combat  knife  that  still  drips  blood  from  the  last  individual  it  was  plunged  into.  second  nature.  always  second  nature.  no  one  gets  mercy.  no  one  deserves  mercy.  orders  are  orders. 

   it's  all  muddled  in  his  head  -  and  for  a  moment,  the  soldier  falters.  he  can't  remember  that  much  -  can't  phase  in  why  there's  a  civilian  at  the  end  of  his  blade.  yet  that  urge  in  the  back  of  his  mind  crawls  up.  he  knows  it  only  as  the  rot  in  his  bones  that  etches  a  deeper  hold  into  his  soul.  corrupt,  dark  -  murderer. 

   you'll  never  rise  above  it,  it  whispers  to  him,  this  is  what  you  are,  what  you  always  will  be,  feed  into  it.  feed  it. 

   emotions,  desires,  urges  -  they  all  twist  up.  somewhere  inside  him  simon  screams  -  and  ghost  falters  enough  to  knock  the  other  man  to  the  ground  and  put  a  boot  to  his  chest,  bearing  down  his  full  mass  upon  the  other  mans  ribcage.  his  teeth  clench,  his  breath  comes  out  in  a  low  hiss  as  he  tries  to  quell  the  raging  voices  that  are  ripping  his  reasoning  apart. 

   “wo'  th'  fuck  makes  you  think  you  deserve  fuckin'  mercy.” 

[deadbydangit]

I found you recently 🌸

Can you do Pyramid Head, Ghost Face, and Legion (Frank) with an S/O virgin, no experience at all and quite nervous about it? 🫣

I'll show myself out 🫡😳

No worries at all, I'm going to add another killer to it if that's alright. Let's see what I can do. I really hope this is what you wanted. Please enjoy.

With a virgin reader NSFW

Ghostface, (Legion) Frank, Pyramid Head, Deathslinger

Ghostface

He's ready to get down and dirty.

But you've been so skittish about it the last few times he's stopped.

He thought you were nervous about being fucked by the great Ghostface that you couldn't handle it.

Once he figures out the truth, then he's a lot more understanding of the situation.

Danny might need some advice from some of the more friendly killers.

Sally and Evan might be the ones to offer advice.

He may be kind of an asshole.

But he isn't a monster.

Next time you go to see him, he puts up the most romantic setting he can manage in the realm.

Flowers, candles, the works.

"Don't worry baby. Deep breaths. I promise I'll go easy. Okay?"

He's obviously holding back.

And it's for you.

He's going to verbally walk you through every step.

"You're doing good."

He's going to play it up a bit.

"God, you're amazing. You feel so good."

He wants to boost your confidence in it.

He won't cum inside or on top of you.

He doesn't want to make things too stressful.

He might not be a pro at aftercare.

But for this special moment, he's really going to try.

Water, a warm bath, anything you'd like.

He's so proud of you for overcoming your fears.

He is going to cuddle you all night.

That part isn't an option.

But you can't say no to his cuddles.

Legion (Frank)

Why didn't you say so sooner?

Yeah, he's got a lot of experience.

But he remembers his first time.

He remembers the jitters and anxiety.

But he also remembers how his partner wasn't making it special or easy for him.

He is going to make it special for you.

As much as he'd love to fuck you in the snow or by the fire place or some other crazy location, he won't.

At least, not this time.

He'll take you to the bedroom.

And Frank will take extra measures and make sure the rest of the Legion members know what's going on.

They'll find somewhere else for the night.

They're understanding enough to give you and Frank privacy.

He'll start with some kisses.

Slowly trailing them down your body.

And he'll ask you before he does anything

"I'm going to take your shirt off, okay?"

He really is a gentleman about it.

And he will sing praise to you the whole time.

"God, you're beautiful. I mean just look at you."

He could tell you were finished, so he pulled out early.

He didn't get to finish, but that was okay with him, he can take care of that later.

Right now, it's all about you.

Ask him to get you whatever you want and it's going to be there.

He'll tuck you in and wait there till you fall asleep.

He just can't figure out how he ended up with someone as perfect as you.

Pyramid Head

Oh. Really?

He was so touched to hear of your purity.

His own special angel.

But he really wishes he wasn't your first.

Everyone is small compared to him.

Naturally, he's going to be big.

He also isn't too well versed in human needs.

He won't know what you need if anything should happen.

What if he hurt you?

He'd never forgive himself.

Just the idea of hurting his angel made him weak.

You don't have to do anything you don't want to.

And, if you'd rather try it some other way, he'd be happy to help.

And, maybe that would be a better start.

Let's start with just fingers?

That sounds safer.

At least till you've both gotten a better feel for it.

He'll ease in one finger and start moving.

Nice and easy.

You tell him if you want more or less.

He's here for you.

He is rock hard, but he can take care of that later.

He can tell when you're finished.

He's going to hold you to his chest in the sweetest hug.

He can't believe you'd give him your purity.

He might not have taken your flower, but that's something you both could ease into.

Until then, this was nice.

Deathslinger

Caleb can be a little rough at times.

But with how much his body can ache he's usually pretty soft.

But now he's going to go softer.

After all, you get this only once in your life.

His place isn't the most romantic, so going to at least try and make the room more comfortable.

Cleaner sheets, cover up that big open window with whatever he can find, provide some lighting.

And he's going to find you some flowers before hand.

You deserve it.

"Now Darlin', you tell me if anything hurts. You promise me that."

He's a bit strict about it. But he really just wants to make sure you're enjoying yourself.

And, more importantly, that you're safe.

He'd prefer to be on top, but if that scares you too much, he'll take the bottom.

He's going to guide you through it the best he can.

"You settled in. I'm going to start moving, okay?"

He'll keep praising and kissing you as he goes.

Anything to make you feel better.

He isn't going to drag this out.

He'll make sure you finish before he does.

And, as much as he would love to, he won't cum inside of you.

That might be too much the first time.

He'll sit you down next to him, make sure you're feeling okay.

Need anything? He's got you covered.

"Now lay down Darlin', you did real good."

And he's going to stay awake till you fall asleep.

[waterparksdrama]

ok track by track review of Intellectual Property. GO!

as you wish anon. be warned this is literally like one of maybe 4 times i've listened to this album in full again

st*rfucker - a bit too saccharine on first listen but it has better replay value as time goes on. the beginning of the shoehorned jesus lyrics and the continuation of limo imagery to represent fame which is actually fitting admittedly bc just like a limo that is supposed to represent glamour and celebrity living, they are just as widespread and accessible as him and aren't really that glamorous at all. also this is me saying again wow he complains a lot about fame for someone who isn't really that famous. i still hate the cutoff at the end bc. cmon man. 7/10

real super dark - ok i did like the gilbert gottfried inspired melody i think that's fun actually. the song lyrics? uhhhhhh. just more complaining. if you have listened to any of the albums since fandom you are not missing much there other than the otto serial killer jokes he has inserted here? which is a choice i guess. instrumental is great tho. i feel incredibly stupid listening to a lot of the other parts of the song tho. 7/10

funeral grey - god i can't bear listening to this one on my own i'm sorry. live it's fine, but the studio recording i would rather kill myself than listen to again. IT'S SO ANNOYING. the terrible overenunciated vocals. awsten's attempt at humor by writing these wattpad fic lyrics that make me cringe to my core because i know there's a part of him being genuine. the one direction ripoff hook because he managed to get one of 1d's actual songwriters to help write the track. the only saving grace is the ending but at that point it's too late for any redemption. 2/10

brainwashed - ironically this was written with the 1d guy again and. i'm actually fine with this one LOL. it's simple and lowkey so it's considerably less annoying than funeral grey. considering awsten said the lyrics on this album were hypersexual, but it's 2023 so this is fairly tame, it just makes me wonder how much he has repressed in his psyche. 6/10

2 best friends - ok now we're back to simple annoying. if you tune out the lyrics enough, it sounds like disney channel filler music. but it's actually about ~~sExxxx~~ hahahahaha everything about this album so far is like reading fanfics clearly written by middle schoolers. awsten's sad about his situationship so he goes out with his 2 best friends to forget but it doesn't work :( but he could just fuck his friends bc it wouldn't hurt to try at this point. hey what if this was what the song was actually about that because in travis' insane songfic he made jawn and awsten hook up during this chapter #neverforget #riptravisficeventhoughmebitchingontumblrmadehimkillit 4/10

end of the water (feel) - hearing awsten try to hit those high notes reminded me of people saying brendon straining on his high notes on the last panic tour was like hearing a dog that needed to be shot out back for its own good. this is very obviously a charlie puth ripoff to the t because not only does he hit high notes that no man should ever reach, but i'm pretty sure the verse instrumentals rip off "light switch" by charlie. anyways more of "ughhhhh i'm not getting a text backkkkkk" that makes me want to throw awsten's phone into the pacific. i still don't know why kurtis conner is here and how this is supposed to relate to any of this at all. also actually now that i'm crossing checking the genius pages for these, the descriptions for these songs make them sound much better than they actually are lol. 3/10

self-sabotage - this one is mid on it's own but funny because i remember the amount of twitter discourse this song has spawned. "awsten's being toxic and misogynistic" did we not listen to some of the songs off fandom "awsten has bpd" what if he just sucks sometimes. the memories of this are more memorable than the song itself. 5/10

ritual - remember when i found out the soundbyte at the beginning was from an aids psa. good times. fine song other than the shoehorned soundbyte. the entire song is just a repetition of the verses and chorus like a ~~ritual~~ spooky! i like the flair vincente void adds with his screams i feel like this feature makes more sense because it's a song about protecting yourself from the doctrines of religion that harmed you when you were growing up and apparently vincente has known awsten since he was 13???? only thing i hate is the corpse ripoff ending so much so that i have a personal version where i edited that out. 8/10

fuck about it - BORINGGGGGG OH MY GODD. if you've heard one blackbear feature, congrats you've heard them all because they all sound the same and blackbear adds no energy whatsoever. he made a bayside instrumental sound boring you really can't underestimate him. anyways back to the song itself; the situationship has dissolved into pure sex and disinterest and annoyance outside of that and with the way awsten sounds like he plans having hate sex, i don't think he's ever had hate sex before. there's the ending synth i think is fun and that's the only reason this gets a point at all. 1/10

closer - it's a sweet song but um. haven't we heard this in a way before? *cough cough 21 questions* i think this is the closest (lol) parx comes to at a return to pre-fandom form, but when i listen to the chords too much i'm just like "did he lowkey rip off that one smashing pumpkins song". anyways it's just about needing to be closer to someone or ending the relationship completely. simple but effective but not nearly as effective as 21 questions for me sorry. 7/10

a night out on earth - ok i had physical tickets to the last tour bc i won them on idobi so i was like "THIS SONG BETTER BE AT LEAST DECENT BC I STILL HANG UP THE TICKET WITH THIS NAME" and it was at the least. it's like. a good waterparks song, but i feel like i've heard it already? my mind goes back to see you in the future but for these i can't tell who's ripping off who more lol. yeah i feel like other than some interesting production here and there it's a rehash of shit we already heard before. shoehorned religious lyric. fake ass band guys. "i turn my agony into songs and people only like when i'm hurt". "i've been dead since 2016" (part two). "i'm evil now. idgaf. wat ever."

and then i think the part that makes me go awwww but also confuses me is the im a natural blue radio interview snippet? like why does this all tie in together now. geoff's not even here bro how is this the only release where otto's the only one namedropped when awsten hasn't even named dropped him until last album. 80% the album is about some random relationship how is this supposed to tie into all of these.

idk i feel like i've just had this on my mind when when of my mutuals made their own analysis on awsten's mindsets towards life and said how he uses fear as motivation but his perfectionism keeps him from using failure as an editor and how this song was the peak example of this; the rehash of the same ideas over and over because despite his stubbornness, despite "ultimately -not- giving in to the perception that you’re worth ‘Demonizing'", he never confronts the problem for real, just compartmentalizes the problem away and doesn't truly overcome the root of his problems. that's what i feel like manifests in this album for me to be put off by it at its core. nothing ever changes, he just finds a new situation to complain at. maybe that's also why his fans never change even as new ones come though. maybe that's why we also stay stagnant in this with him.

again i get it, he's a public figure; if he did dive too deep into this and didn't choose to generalize the lyrics for his own sake, he would probably end up incriminating himself way too much and have a hard time performing some of these songs. but i can't help but wonder. if he's truly getting over a mental obstacle like that, or keeps himself so set on the future that he ignores the problems he never solved. like he always does. like he always seems to be doomed to. anyways, 7/10 song.

all in all, it's an album that tries to reach a concept of coming to terms with your sexuality and religious trauma all entwined in fame but in reality it's mostly just about a sucky situationship and awsten complaining again while putting in random religious references sometimes and the beginning and ending are about fame. my hot takes are: tennis imagery = gay sex, there's not enough of a distinction between "soulsucker" and awsten to make "album lore" when the overarching concept of parx's discography is "awsten's life sucks", and darth vader is luke's father. - iz

[rivalsforlife]

tragic update. we were having a good time. and then I knew what they were saying. and then we got to the ending.

musical 4 spoilers / dgs2 spoilers / really shitty handling of colonialism under cut:

so here's a rough summary of how the musical decided to handle the plot.

-zheng fa in AA Musical-verse is first established in musical 3 as a former spanish colony, something I think they did Solely so that they could have some of the actresses do a flamenco. already this is a shitty and weird decision

-zheng fa in musical 4 is introduced as a former colony of britain that won independence from britain in a war about 30 years ago.

-later in this musical, brad menixon ambassador of zheng fa and also the killer at one point threatens the queen's life and is talked down. I did not have subtitles for this for a while.

-turns out menixon found out that britain was conspiring with another international superpower (given context from musical 3, presumably this is spain) to recolonize zheng fa. understandably this upsets him. so he tries to smuggle out the national secrets through other musical original character nina jones who workes at buckingham palace, smuggling the secrets using the book war and peace, which soseki checks out and gets inadvertently roped into the whole mess when menixon tries to kill him to get the book + secrets back.

-anyways he's found out and then tries to get away using extraterritorial rights but sholmes persuades ryuu to persuade the queen to directly subpoena him which he can't ignore.

-menixon gets found out and threatens the queen, and shares his motivations, which were basically "britain and presumably spain are trying to take over my country again and I'm trying to stop them and now I'm going to kill the queen"

-ryuu voice BUT IF YOU KILL THE QUEEN THAT IS JUST AS BAD AS THE WAR WHICH COLONIZED YOUR COUNTRY. YOU'RE JUST THE SAME AS THE ENEMY COUNTRY YOU HATE SO MUCH.

-and THEN we find out that this entire soseki death faking plot was a ruse by sholmes, who. somehow?? found out that menixon was intercepting war plans. and decided he had to stop him?? by putting him on trial where the queen herself would subpoena him??

-herlock fucking sholmes?????

-he ALSO CONSPIRES WITH STRONGHART TO DO THIS. stronghart was in on at least part of the plan (after sholmes gets arrested he sends a letter to stronghart to fake soseki's autopsy report. yeah.)

-van zieks: so you forged an autopsy report stronghart. well I guess it's fine if it's to protect government secrets

-anyways uhh I lose track of things around here. ryuu asks the queen to stall (STALL. NOT STOP) the plan to attack zheng fa. the way it's worded is like the queen somehow has no knowledge of this??

-anyways since no murder occurred (soseki faked his death) and the queen decides to forgive menixon for holding her hostage (because the empire always acknowledges its mistakes!!) menixon and nina end up having to go on trial for revealing government secrets later

-but it's okay they can start again and protect zheng fa!

-zheng fa does get recolonized. we know this from musical 3 lore.

-so they don't stop this. who knows if britain contributes but they certainly don't help

-so sholmes and ryuu basically stop menixon from getting in the way of zheng fa being recolonized

-and it's not clear?? why sholmes wanted to stop menixon so badly?? other than "smuggling government secrets is illegal :("

-queen victoria is portrayed as a likable character + very kind and noble and welcoming to foreign students + generous for pardoning menixon. sholmes is sholmes and one of the most likable characters. ryuu is our protagonist. menixon is at least portrayed as sympathetic but ultimately is considered In The Wrong for trying to smuggle secrets to protect his country

-"continue to protect zheng fa" HOW????????

-the musicals 2-4 do this where they have an actually nuanced situation and the protagonists go "well you used illegal methods so that's Bad" but offer absolutely no solution to the injustices done to these characters other than "well you shouldn't have done murder! don't worry you can change and choose a better path!"

anyways. what the fuck.

[trannywithagodcomplex]

Breaking down Ty Wild's "Twighlight" verse cause i'm bored

"Blood hungry killer, feel like Chupacabra, could kill a G.O.A.T"

Chupacabra is quite literally a blood hungry killer, being a blood sucking monster that targets goats, hense the name "Chupacabra" (literally meaning goat sucker)

"You some monsters? I didn't know /// Run your pockets or bust the cartridge like Missingno /// I fuck the game up"

The monster part directly ties into the last bar (Chupacabra being a monster), but also sets up the monster scheme to go into a Pokemon bar. Pocket Monsters is the Japanese name for Pokemon, so him saying that he'll run the pockets of "monsters" means he's going to rob them because they're nothing scary to him. Busting the cartridge is slang for firing bullets, but it is also a literal phrase in that it ties into Missingno, which completes the Pokemon scheme. Missingno is a glitched Pokemon which has a tendency to break peoples' save files, hense "busting the cartridge", which is what old Pokemon games ran on.

"Wild slide with the stick like i roll with Minnesota, NHL"

The gun bars are kind of ironic considering he's Canadian lmao but he's saying Wild (himself) slides with a stick, aka a gun. This can be taken literally as in a hockey stick, which is why he mentions the professional hockey team the Minnesota Wild, but it's clearly a double entendre.

"See the man finna bear arms as if he's Shwab when he's switching personas"

Yet another gun bar, this time saying he's going to carry a gun by comparing himself to fellow rapper and collaborator on this track, Shwabadi, who's a furry with a were-bear fursona

(pretty ass mf but he's british so)

"Fold a op, no photo op, finna picture some posers /// Flash the cannon at em, box em up, leave em stiff in a motion /// Get it? /// Posted up if they stretchin' shit like an edit"

Ty mentions "folding an op", which means to beat up someone who opposes you. "Flashing the cannon" means to show a gun to someone, which alludes to the next statement of leaving them stiff. This could either mean them being frightened by the gun and frozen in fear, or it could refer to rigor mortis, where a body goes stiff shortly after death. It's worth mentioning that "cannon" could also be read as canon, which is a type of camera. The last sentence means that he'll be ready if someone is spreading lies about him, stretching shit like if someone edited a photo and it didn't quite reach the correct aspect ratio.

"Told bro give the word in code, clique link like that shit's embedded"

Ty told his friend to give a signal instead of being direct, in order to be more discreet and secretive. His clique (or squad) gets together at the signal, which is embedded into a more inconspicuous signal. Embedded text also is text with a link attached to it, which can be opened by clicking the text (Or clicking (clique) the link)

"Poke with a tight grip on the arms, bitch i'm here to shoot up"

Once again a gun bar, but also a reference to drugs, wherein a lot of injected drugs are injected directly into the veins, which are exposed by tightening the arm and causing the muscles to flex.

(no image for this one bruh...)

"Middle finger's only way i'm giving 2 fucks"

This one's pretty obvious, but a middle finger is basically a "fuck you" to whoever it's targeted it. Ty is saying that he doesn't give a fuck about anything related to the target, unless it's insults.

"Pull up on a couple of goons where they coup up /// Shells to they back, finna give em wings now they really a pair of troopers"

The obvious line is that he pulls up on some criminals and shoots them, sending them to heaven (giving them wings) and making them troopers (troopers drop down from planes ig? idk shut up). There's also the double of "coup up" and "pair of troopers" being homophones for "Koopa" and "Paratroopas", both being Super Mario enemies. Koopas have shells on their backs, and the enhanced variant (Paratroopas) have wings, allowing them to fly.

"Shit like Marley Invasion, kids get trampled, you isn't as ample"

The Marley invasion was a significant even on the Attack on Titan universe. I have not watched AOT so i can't give specifics but i assume people got trampled, maybe from the titans 😭. "kids" in this instance is referring to anyone he is against, as he deems them to be lower than him and don't even give the dignity of addressing them as an adult.

"I chase a bag, you drop bread like you're Gretel and Hansel"

"Chasing a bag" is slang for trying to get a large sum of cash, while "dropping the bread" is slang for losing a large sum of cash. While Ty is making money and making a living, his ops are going in the opposite direction. Hansel and Gretel dropped breadcrumbs to help find their way home.

"Chop change pace, rearrange you like we did with this sample"

A "chop" can refer to an automatic firearm, which would change the pace of a situation when revealed. It would also surely rearrange your face if you ate some bullets. The song this verse was performed on was a fun project for Shwabadi, Yayu, and Ty Wild where they took one base sample and made 3 different beats from them with different styles and energy, before rapping on them. They all chopped, rearranged, and changed the pace of the sample to fit their styles of rap.

"But i feel like Dame, it ain't shit to drop dimes"

"Dame" refers to NBA player Damian Lillard, who is a point guard and main facilitor for his team. It's his job to pass the ball to other players and set them up to score which is called an "assist". Assists can also be refered to as dimes, and "dropping dimes" means getting assists, which Damian Lillard is fairly good at. Dropping dimes can also mean dropping "10s", or throwing away good looking girls because you don't want to be associated with them in the long term. It's worth mentioning that Damian Lillard is also a rapper under the pseudonym "Dame D.O.L.L.A" in his free time so this could be an homage to that fact.

Full verse:

Blood hungry killer, feel like Chupacabra, could kill a goat You some monsters? I didn't know Run your pockets or bust the cartridge like MissingNo I fuck the game up Fuck ya dame up You missing hoes while I'm in they throats Wild slide with a stick like I roll with Minnesota, NHL And I chill if I wanna See the man finna bear arms as if he Shwab when he switching personas Fold a op, no photo op, finna picture some posers Flash the cannon at em, box em up, leave em stiff in a motion Get it? Posted up if they stretchin shit like an edit Told bro give the word in code, clique link like that shit's embedded Been the best at what I do but... Naw I'm the best at what I do bruh No question, I ain't flexin, it's just true bruh Poke with a tight grip on the arms, bitch I'm here to shoot up Middle fingers only way I'm giving two fucks Pull up on couple of goons where they coop up Shells to they back finna give em wings, now they really a pair of troopers Shit like Marley invasion, kids get trampled, you isn't as ample I chase a bag, you drop bread like you Gretel and Hansel Chop change pace, rearrange you like we did with the sample Bullets out the Ruger spread like rumors that's getting you cancelled Life a bitch, for example, I take em on sight She say wanna hang and now she change like I'm a hotline But I feel like Dame, it ain't shit to drop dimes Sumn like my pops, since I sonned em, barely seen em like it's twilight, bitch

Song: https://youtu.be/hz35WFLtsBs?si=55oPilk2Vks2duKe

Thanks for reading if you did, it's greatly appreciated.

[thewholecrew]

@headstrongblake: trinity & nick. / verse: immortal.

they have an argument like this at least once every time he visits her. trinity will try to pry into his life, will tell him that she wants more than this and every time he vaguely brushes it off. well not tonight. tonight she put her heart on the line and she wasn't willing to let him go so easy. she was sick of waiting for him, sick of not knowing what he does to come home to her covered in blood, for the sparkle and shine in those mesmerizing blue eyes of his to dull, for his need to curl around her. she could give him what he needed whenever he wished if he would just tell her why, tell her what had him like this. she loved him and it made her hate him as he pushed back against her wants. her head shook in disagreement, blonde hair moving with her head before he rose and his hand stilled her.

doe eyes soften for a moment as he held her but the tremble of his fingers, the look on his face. telling her she didn't want what she was clearly telling him otherwise. "i do! don't tell me what i want! i know what i want nicklas and it's you!" she shouted back at him despite being held in place at the moment, brows furrowing as fury had her brown eyes growing glossy. "do you not believe me?!" she countered, "or think i'm weak? you don't think i can handle whatever dark secrets you've got tucked away?! if i was, i would have never opened my door to you to begin with! especially covered in blood like you have!" the first time she had seen such a darkness in him she knew something was wrong with her, that she should push him away, that she should sever whatever this was between them. he was dangerous, yet all it did was intrigue her more, draw her closer, make her love him more.

finally it seemed like he couldn't hide his secrets anymore as he confessed his sins to her, that he was a killer. again the confession, much like the first time she'd see his hands covered in blood did little to deter her. confusion has her brows furrow more at his wording. was he some kind of bounty hunter? a spy? serial killer or something? she knew he was dangerous, that he had skill in fighting and barely contained rage which she had seen him pour into men who bothered her once or twice, but again, it didn't scare her. if anything she was relieved he was actually telling her. that was until he continued, elaborating on what the hell he meant.

as he crouched in front of her, she leaned forward a little, looking down at him as he took her hands, doe eyes wide and trusting, waiting intently for more. for whatever he was willing to give her, hoping that dam he had been holding all his secrets behind had burst. yet as his explanation sinks in, trinity's face twists. she doesn't believe him, she can't. ghosts? demons? that shit wasn't real. tears pool in her eyes as she yanked her hands from him, "if you don't want me then have the fucking balls to just fucking say it," she countered his ridiculous claims that he was out hunting things from stupid bedtime stories. she rose from the bed where she was seated, forcing him back as she looked down where he was still crouched. "don't make up stupid fucking lies about demons and fucking monsters! tell me the damn truth! i deserve the truth!" she yelled at him, shoving on his shoulders to push him back and down.

she turned from him then, moving across the room as she angrily wiped the tears that spilled down her cheeks. she thought she was finally getting somewhere with him and he insults her with made up stories like this?! her head shakes more violently before she turns back to him. "you don't want that for me?! wow, thank you, my hero, the demon slayer," she muttered bitterly. "is this some kind of metaphor? you really think i can't handle whatever it is you do? god! you're such an asshole! here i was thinking you actually cared about me like i do you, that you respected me enough to tell me the truth!" she scoffed, throwing her hands up in the air in exasperation, "ghosts! ha! what a joke." turning away from him again she paced a little, arms crossing over her chest as her mind cycled through all he said before latching on to another part and whirling towards him in fury again. "and to say that it's not just you but nate and your father?! really? really? if you call nate on the phone right now is he going to tell me the same damn thing?!"

@thewholecrew: ❝ you don’t get it. i want the whole package with you. i don’t wanna be some fling you forget about in a few months. ❞ /trin&nick immortal

no, she doesn't get it!! she doesn't! she can't! alarm bells ring in his head, blaring loudly as he stares at her from the little kitchenette table in his motel room. his hands clench against the tops of his thighs, brows furrowing before he jumps up. his head shook ferociously, a pained expression filling his features because this life she wants, this package she wants with him— god, he'd do anything to have it. but he can't. they cannot. he crosses the space to her, taking her jaw roughly into his hands as he directs her gaze up to him. his fingers shake against her skin, teeth clenching before, "you don't, trinity. you don't, i—..." he's already come to her with blood on his hands. she might already suspect the worst in him.

"i'm a killer, okay, do you get that baby girl? you wanna know what i'm doing when nate and i take off? where i'm disappearing to for weeks? months? i go across the country walking towards things everybody is running away from." it all comes pouring out, fighting to be heard because she has to understand!! she has to know that the life she's asking for doesn't exist with him. hunters die. that's their life. his life. it doesn't have to be hers. it shouldn't be. after years of explaining his ways to those he's saved, he hates this next part. hates the look that'll overtake her big, beautiful eyes when she doesn't look at him the same way. when suddenly, he's just that much different.

nick crouches before her as she sits on the edge of his bed, taking her hands in his as he smoothes over them, lifting his dark hues to hers. "i'm what they call a hunter trinity, i hunt...ghosts and demons and those things everyone's afraid of that go bump in the night. it's all real, all of it and they're all dangerous...nate, me...my da," a heavy sigh shook free from him, his hands tightening against trinity's. "there is no life with me trinity...baby, there's just this road, and this fuckin' chaos and my line of work," he shrugged halfheartedly, resigned to his future, or lack thereof. "it only ends one way trin, baby, you don't want that. i don't want that for you." internally, his heart ached, cringing at the idea that she somehow believed he could ever forget about her. if he had any other life, he'd never let her go. she'd be his. always. but even now, he'll never forget her. not for a single second as long as he lived.

[the-heaminator]

Ohhh 22 with RusEng? 👀👀

[ 22 ]  "don't look at me like that."

Ok but why is this so good for ruseng, I had 3 ideas for this so I merged two so now i have two ideas, and so I naturally merged those two until we got this, set in the murder fic verse. Tw Violence, gore, murder, torture, poisoning, disembowlment (I think that's it) I'm sorry this is mostly incoherent rambling, I dont even know whaat I was trying to write oof.

Arthur was sitting at the table, marking papers as he usually was at this time of the evening, while Ivan was in the kitchen cooking Solyanka, it wasn't Solyanka exactky of course, but it was made in almost an identical way, the meat was just slightly different. It was still meant to be tart and to be eaten with sour cream, preferably when sitting in a blanket with Arthur.

Speaking of, it looked like he had fallen asleep on the table he was doing his marking, honestly the school worked both of them too hard, but Arthur, in his own words, said that he had been getting a bit creaky as of late, plus he hadn't been eating much either, preferring to wait for their meat to be done and their tracks covered before finally being content to settling down with his bowl of stew in one hand and either the remote, the blanket, or a pen in the other.

But it wasnt ready just yet, it needed a few more whistles through the pressure cooker, and then it needed to marinate and he needed to add all the vegetables and everything, Arthur had helped cutting up the meat at first, unsurprisingly very good at it, he wanted the innards, Ivan could have most of the outwards of the carcass.

Except the left thigh, he wanted that for something he was doing, not related in any particular way to what he was doing with the innards but it was something nonetheless.

Ivan proceeded to cover Arthur with a blanket for a moment, and seeing him softly snuggle into the blanket just tickled him pink, honestly Arthur could be so soft sometimes, despite his rather caustic reputation.

Something about seeing the same man, the man you love, elbow deep in the carcass of some unfortunate soul that they managed to tangle in their web, seeing the same man taunt somebody to the edge of their humanity, far overreaching their barrier of sanity, knowing where to strike both physically and mentally to cause the most damage. Yet seeing him as a well respected -beloved not being a word anyone other than Ivan would dare use to describe Arthur- member of the school faculty, one who loved his students and genuinely enjoyed his job was refreshing, seeing him change skin as easily as a chameleon changed its colours.

Ivan learned the hard way that going straight for the trachea is almost an instant killer, making the torture nigh impossible and the death far less fun; Arthur taught him instead to go for the extremities and then work his way inwards. First the fingers and toes, slicing, crushing, whatever he wanted to do, then to move inwards, hands, legs, but touching the torso is forbidden until its nearing the final days.

Though that does discount the loving, near obsessive stomach rubs that he gave to his victims as they entered his preferred weight category, said victims not being able to retaliate, being well bound as they would inevitably be. Arthur never really questioned Ivan about this, for which he was forever thankful of, other than the obvious cooking benefits, Ivan did just tend to like feeding people that he loved.

Love can be used in many ways here you see, love as in the love Ivan feels for his family, the love he feels for Arthur, the "love" he feels for his victims, it was all very similar, borne out of an incessant need to make them comfortable and warm, whether that was for their own good or his.

But anyhow, and away from such morbidity, Arthur looked adorable while asleep, he may not be as young as some, or what some would call handsome, but to Ivan he was beautiful, and cute as all fuck.

Apparently his staring was blatant enough to wake Arthur from his little nap, a pretty difficult job in Ivan's eyes.

"Oh don't look at me like that?" Was his first sleepy words, spoken very fondly.

"And why shouldn't I?" Was the lightly challenging answer.

Lacking a better answer, and still quite sleepy Arthur gave a sort of grumble that melted Ivan's already quite soft heart (as of the moment) but he refused to leave the pressure cooked because one false move and their batch would be ruined or just far too squishy, and it also got bad quickly after that.

It took not much longer for the stew to be ready, Arthur had started to mark papers again but Ivan was sure he would start to doze pretty soon, the onions stung his eyes no little amount and the tomatoes were not being cooperative, and he. hoped to fuck that the sour cream hadn't gotten mouldy. This happened like this every single time, without fail whenever Ivan was cooking Solyanka, it was quite the continuity he had going on, and usually Arthur would help, but he was asleep -or at the very least dozing off- and Ivan didn't want to wake him.

So he wrestled the pressure cooker and made sure the countertop was cleaner than his laboratory before finally sitting down, it just needed to infuse and it would taste grand.

Some cajoling got Arthur onto the sofa, still holding on to the blanket like a small child, and collapsing backwards heavily, tucking his forever cold feet in and cursing his knee to hell and back before curling up next to Ivan and sleeping there. Honestly the man could sleep anywhere and he wonders why his neck is like it is?

When Ivan got up to check on the stew again, Arthur slumped onto the sofa, not really noticing the loss of the big man next to him, and compensated by pulling the blanket closer to himself, and for Ivan the good news was that the stew was done, the bad news was that Arthur was now on his sofa spot, adorable heathen he was.

He put some in a bowl and savoured the taste, oh so much different from beef or pork, a category of it's own that very few have tasted, sitting down next to the sleeping Arthur, remote in hand watching some cheesy Christmas flick as he softly stroked Arthur's slightly greying hair, hey were getting a little old now after all.

[dreams-of-yunho]

my aurora

idol! yunho x reader

rating: m

genre: fluffy and smutty

w.c.: 2k

warnings: unprotected sex!!!, oral (fem r)

summary: Interrupting your reading, Yunho proposes a game: Eat you out while you sing his group's new song, Aurora.

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The dim glow of your book light shone brightly against the pale moon’s gleam. Laying curled utop the fluffy mattress and pillows, the smell of fresh detergent and new book hung in the air. Yunho told you he would be late tonight, that they were finally going to finish recording, that you shouldn’t wait, but you weren’t still awake for him. These were the final hundred pages of the last book of an eight book series-- a lot of hours lead to this moment. It was bitter sweet, these last pages. You were speeding through them to finally finish the plot but, after this, it would be over. But you had to know how it would end.

From outside the bedroom, you could hear the opening and closing of the front door followed by heavy footsteps. “Baby,” a deep voice called.

“Yeah,” you half heartedly replied, still engrossed in your novel.

“What are you doing up?” he asked, coming through the bedroom door. “I could see your reading light; it’s almost 2.” You could see him in your peripheral vision: he stood tall, hands on his hips, loose clothing hanging off his build frame.

“I’m finishing this book,” you said, trying to remain focused on the words on the page.

He chuckled lightly, his voice a little raspy from the recording session he had just finished. “Aren’t you tired?” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“No,” you replied.

“Hmm,” he hummed and you could hear him walk towards the closet, the dull sound of clothing falling to the floor behind him.

He emerged from the closet as you turned a page. “Hey,” he stood in front of you: shirtless and divine.

“What?” you rolled onto your back to read more comfortably.

“What do I have to do,” you felt the bed cave as he climbed on. “To get you to look away from that book?”

You didn’t respond as things in your story were finally coming together.

He sighed heavily against the skin of your lower leg.

“Yunho,” you giggled as he began to kiss up your legs. “I know you’re excited about the song, but I really want to finish this book first.”

“Come on,” he crawled up your body, leaving kisses on your collar bones as you held the book above his head. “It’ll be fun,” he said with a cloy tone.

“It’s always fun,” you said, rereading the same paragraph for the third time. “It’ll be fun in thirty minutes.”

“No,” he came face-to-face with you. “I mean fun fun. I have a game.”

Your eyes froze on the page behind him. Yunho was a fun loving guy both in and out of the bedroom. Sex with him was always carefree and full of love but-- a game? That was new.

“A game?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the page though not reading the words.

“I knew that would get you,” he breathed against your neck. “Yes, a game.”

“What kind of game?”

“Ahh,” he tapped a finger against your jaw. “You’ll have to put the book down to find out.”

Damn your curiosity; you dropped the book without even saving your page.

“Hey, sexy” he winked.

“Gross,” you pushed his face away. “Now tell me the game.”

“You’re gross,” he muttered but sat up next to you. “So, here's what I’m thinking: I'm going to eat you out while you sing a specific song. If you sing the whole song, I’ll make you come.”

Blood definitely rushed into your cheeks. He said it so nonchalantly, like he was ordering a coffee. And what was that if part?”

“If?” you asked. He had never held an orgasm from you. He was selfless during sex, always about pleasing you.

“If,” the syllable rolled off his lips. “You can’t finish the song, I won’t let you come.”

“What do you get out of this?” You asked, confused by his motives.

“Nothing but your taste and voice.” The look he gave you was almost sickeningly sweet.  And he always looked at you like this before he went down on you: such anticipation and excitement, like you were his favorite flavour of ice cream on a blistering summer day. “So… yes?” His eyes softened into his killer puppy dog beg. Oh, those eyes, you always wanted to kiss him when he looked at you with those eyes.

He leaned into you as he noticed your gaze on his lips.

“What song?” You whispered as the gap closed.

“Aurora,” he spoke against your lips.

“Hmm,” you hummed, having a feeling of foreboding from this song choice. He seemed too cocky as he smiled into the kiss. But this kiss was so intoxicating and the feeling of his hands on your hips so perfect. “Okay,” you broke away.

“Okay,” he said with immense satisfaction, trying to conceal the grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth.

His hands gripped your hips tighter as he pulled you down the bed, resting you now flat on your back. He sat on top of you, his weight pressing down on your thighs. Delicately, he placed his lips on yours as his hands hungrily groped at the skin beneath your sleep shirt. Warm hands tugged at the fabric and pulled it over your head. His wet tongue fell to the valley between your tits as his hands reached for the waistband of your shorts. With one sharp tug, your shorts and panties were on the floor.

As he came up from your breast to kiss you, you reached for the bulge in his pants but he quickly pulled away. “Uh uh uh,” he spoke disapprovingly. “That’s not part of the game.”

“Can we make it part of the game?” You tried to mimic Yunho’s puppy eyes.

“Nope,” he responded before you even finished your sentence. It never worked on him. “Start singing.”

You opened your mouth but your breath hitched as you saw Yunho lowering his face to your pussy. “I won’t do it if you don’t sing.” He looked up at you with a smirk.

“You go first.”

“Okay,” he chuckled and you could feel his breath against your clit making your walls clench. “Fine.”

His lips were warm but chapped. They moved gently as he kissed pepperd butterfly kisses on the lips of your pussy.

Shakily you took a deep breath and began to sing. You weren’t a particularly good singer but, Yuhno always loved to hear your pitchy voice-- especially if it was his group’s song you sang off key.

You were half way through the first verse when he added a finger, causing you to moan loudly.

“Keep going, baby, or you’ll have to start over,” he spoke against your clit, leaving you squirming from the vibration of his voice.

“I-i,” you struggled to remember the lyrics as pleasure muddled your thoughts. “I don’t remember where I was.”

“You’re going to have to start over then.”

You would have wriggled away from him if his forearm wasn’t pinning you to the mattress, his breath made you see stars.

His tongue swiped over your clit as you choked out the first lines again. His pace quickened with each line leaving you tongue tied. You barely made it to the chorus-- 나를 감싸줘 My Aurora, leaving your lips as nothing but a whisper.

“y/n,” he raised his chin and you watched with shaky eyes as he licked his lips. “I can’t hear your beautiful voice. Are you going to sing louder?”

You nodded your head eagerly, continuing where you had left off with the chorus.

A second finger entered you as you began the second verse, forming a knot in your stomach. The words couldn’t come to mind and the only thing that escaped your lips was a low, continuous moan that came from deep in your chest.

He removed his lips and raised his dark eyes to meet yours, dull nails lightly grazing the outside of your upper thigh. “Start over, baby,”

“Yunho,” you desperately ran your hands through your tangled hair, terribly frustrated by this little game. “I can’t think straight. I don’t even know the lyrics without your mouth-”

“앞에 펼쳐진,” he cut you off, dropping his head back down between your trembling legs.

The original confidence you had when he walked through that bedroom door and proposed this little game completely melted into the sheets you fisted in your now white hands. These first couple lines you could handle, they were Yunho’s lines-- he sang them all the time: in the shower, doing the dishes, folding laundry. And now, he sang them against your vagina. Yet, the lyrics melted your brain, you couldn’t even register the sound of your own voice. Though, you imagined you weren’t saying much of anything.

“Yunho,” you gripped his hair, pulling his head up. “Please, just fuck me. I can’t take this anymore. I’ll never remember all the lyrics and you’ll eat so much of me you’ll never want to eat me out again.”

“But, y/n,” he pouted. “I would never be sick of you.”

“Please,” you flashed the puppy dog eyes again and, this time, it worked.

“Okay, baby,” he said, climbing up your body.

As fluffy as ever, he smiled as he kissed you. “I love you, y/n,” he placed his forehead against yours.

“I love you too, silly boy,” you fiddled with the hair at the base of his neck. “Now, please fuck me so I can finish my book.”

He laughed, leaning back on his heels as he pulled down his pants.

He eased into you slowly, your walls already clenching from the extreme arousal. “I don’t think I’m going to last long,” he said with a moan. “You feel too good.”

“me neither,” you whined, not even able to relax enough for Yunho to bottom out. His dick throbbed too deliciously against your walls.

“I’m going to move,” his hips shuttered as his head fell to your chest.

“Please, move,” you moaned, now digging your nails into his neck.

His pace started out slow, a light gunt leaving his lips with each thrust. Your hands entangled in his hair, tugging lightly, desperate for his lips.

You pulled at his hair but his lips remained fixed on your collar bone. “Yunho,” you whined.

Lustfully, he licked up the side of your neck, his lips coming to rest on your jaw. His hips became erratic as he sucked on your jaw.

“Yunho,” you grabbed at his face. “Please kiss me.”

He mumbled something against your skin as a hand reached for your leg, pulling it up his back, shifting the angle of his thrusts.

“W-what,” you choked.

Tears began to well in the corners of your eyes, the pleasure almost unbearable. Your climax was fast approaching as the knot grew so tight, it could snap at any moment.

“Come,” he said, crashing his lips onto yours.

Your walls were painted white, his hips continuing to fuck the warm cum into you as he kissed you. Fluttering fingers met your clit and your orgasm tore through you like a lightning bolt, leaving your mouth hung in a silent screen. A shiver ran through your whole body when he pulled out.

Yunho dropped to his side, face still buried in your neck, hot breaths against your skin as he caught his breath. “Are your legs okay?” He rubbed your lower stomach lovingly.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “But,” you pulled your legs up, the pain making you wince. “Could you carry me to the bathroom, please?”

“Yeah, baby,” he shifted and stood, reaching his arms under your sore body and pulling you close to his chest. You could feel the cum leak out of you and down his forearm.

He helped you clean up and left you sitting on the bathroom counter to brush your teeth as he changed the sheets.

It was a warm night and Yunho slept shirtless and you could hear the echo of his heart beating like a drum against his ribs. “You’re not going to finish your book?” He asked, stroking your hair as your head laid on his chest.

“I can’t keep my eyes open.”

“Me neither,” he sighed.

As you drifted to sleep, the gentle sound of the fan and the soothing melody of Yunho’s voice cooled your body and stilled your mind.

[doomednarrative]

Hi so I'm utterly obsessed with ur Jigsquad AU. Could you share some more thoughts about Hoffman and Strahm's weird relationship and what the rest of the apprentices think?

OH BOY COULD I!! I'm obsessed with them at this point honestly, they're so much fun because they're so damn dysfunctional.

The thing about Hoffstrahm in Jigsquad verse is that like…they Both refuse to admit that they have something going on. Neither of them want to put a name or label to it or acknowledge that there Is clearly something here. For Hoffman he's kinda hung up on the gay thing because he's just out of touch with his own emotions and feelings and so hes kinda like "what the fuck" about all of it. He can't put a name to what he actually wants out of this or feels about it, but he still gets enjoyment out of it so he's following that. STRAHM HOWEVER! He's so fucking hung up on the fact that A. He refuses to admit to anyone around him (besides Perez who knows everything of course) that he's divorced and it was Not a good divorce, and B. it's fucking Mark Hoffman that he's got a thing with, which is a problem because it's both gay AND it's the guy who's part of a fucked up serial killer family. So he's just suffering out of his damn mind on the daily about it all.

They both drive each other insane, but it's Definitely Hoffman doing it to Strahm more often than not because he's figured out exactly what buttons to push, and he Will push them when he feels like it. That's just flirting for them honestly, nothing they do is fucking normal.

I mentioned it in that other recent ask, but when the accidental bear trap happens and Hoffman gets his face all ripped up from it, he does not go to Lawrence about it for help. No no, he goes to Strahm, face all fucked up and hand also fucked up and he's just like "So I had a bit of an accident..." and of course Strahm is like "and you came HERE, OF ALL PLACES?? WHILE BLEEDING ON MY CLEAN FLOOR??" But of course he doesn't turn him away, he drags Hoffman inside the apartment and gets him to sit down and is like storming around the place grabbing shit that he needs in order to fix this mess all while grumbling about how stupid Hoffman was for coming there. And his work is shoddy, he's not good at sewing and barely has the right supplies, but he Does help sew up the wounds and cleans up the blood and insults Hoffman the entire time. And Hoffman doesn't even care, he's honestly getting his own laugh out of working Strahm up from the whole ordeal. They both know it's fucked up that they do this shit to each other, but at this point they couldn't care less and it's not like Strahm told him to leave anyways! (And Strahm leaves him with a messy scar anyways on purpose as payback, because "Maybe it'll be a reminder for you to not do anything fucking stupid like that in the future.")

It's things like that that mark how their dynamic works. They do shit to rile each other up, and somehow find a way to be insufferable about it at the same time when they hook up or do anything even remotely normal for a couple to do (though again, to them they aren't a couple if you ask.)

As for how the rest of the Jigsquad feels about it?? In one word: Complicated.

Amanda absolutely takes the piss out of Hoffman for having bad taste because "Really? You couldn't do better than the jackass who's leading the case against us all?" and because it's Strahm. No matter what issues Hoffman has (and there's quite a few obviously), Strahm is still the more neurotic of the two of them and it makes no sense to the others what Hoffman even gets out of it on a relationship fulfillment level. Adam cannot stand Strahm because A. asshole fed, and B. there was a very specific incident with the two of them during an interrogation that fucked Adam up for awhile, and so he really doesn't get it either and does not want to hear about it quite frankly. Lawrence doesn't have as much to say about it either but he's definitely not fond of Strahm either so he just kinda stays away from it all as much as he can. Overall, Jigsquad doesn't get it, but they're also not doing anything to stop it because its not like they have much room to judge when their relationships are kinda fucked up too. None of them are leading very normal lives here.

There's so much more I could say but..I'll save it for later. You'll hear about it when the time's right~

[drnogender]

Jonathan: fuck no. These two wouldn't fight, they'd be besties. A sweet little blond girl with a heart of gold? He'd love her. Sparring? These two could go toe to toe, absolute unit Jonathan verses sweet little Usagi? He'd be trying to teach her Hamon.

Joesph: 2seph? Hands down, one hundred percent. Joesph would have to be pretty crafty to get the upper hand, but he'd already be anxious fighting her. He knows what women are capable of (*cough Lisa Lisa and Susie Q cough*)

3seph? Eh, he'd probably try to dad her because she reminds him of Holly, no fights here. Unless sparring.

4seph? Usagi wouldn't fight a senile old man.

I have a lot for Jotaro so we gonna have to come back to him.

Josuke: Siblings. Bickering, prank wars, Never Diss The Hair, threatening to cut each other's hair off after a disturbed nap, the whole nine yards. You were right, they be Besties.

Giorno: I don't think they would fight. If pushed to, they would be pretty evenly matched since they're both kinda broken, but I'm pretty sure they'd rather go out for Gelato instead.

Jolyne: they wouldn't be fighting each other, they'd be fighting together. And whooping everyone's asses. Besties at first sight, and will die for each other.

Johnny and 8suke: No idea honestly. So imma just be safe and say that season 1 Usagi would lose, and season 5 or post series would wipe the floor with them.

JOTARO. Holy shit, which one we talking about here? Pre3? 3? 4? 5? Or 6? Let's go backwards.

She wouldn't fight 6taro. She'd recognize a bleeding heart and broken soul. In fact she'd probably try to reach out and help him, could even mend Jolyne and Jotaro's relationship. Jotaro wouldn't fight her either, he wouldn't want to because of how much she reminds him of Jolyne. This man is tired, let him rest.

5taro wouldn't fight either. He'd rather just relax and stop fighting altogether, but he has an arrow and old friend to find. He might even ask for her help, she could end up saving Polnareff.

4taro wouldn't fight right off the bat, but he's still in his prime. He wouldn't want to fight, but if pushed to, he will. But since he's be neglecting his powers with Star, he'd probably be easier to fight that 3taro but still a challenge. Star Platinum isn't the strongest stand for no reason. 'Sides, there's a serial killer on the loose, they have more pressing matters to tend to.

3taro, oh boy. Now there are two ways this can go, they meet when he's 17 as a delinquent, or they're childhood friends.

If they meet when Jotaro is 17, he would probably remind her of Mamoru when they first met. Cold, stoic, aloof, and a jackass. But like Mamoru she'd believe there's some goodness in him. At first they probably would really think much of each other, Jotaro wouldn't go out of his way to provoke her so long as she doesn't provoke him, and if she does he'll just treat her like he does all the other girls. If this is season 1 Usagi, she'll try to reach out to help him, but get knocked on her ass. Jotaro will think she's gonna be like all the others. If this is season 5 or post series Usagi, she'd easily apprehend him because he's not expecting her to be strong enough to tackle him. Kinda freaks him out a bit and he starts putting up a fight. She's still able to take him out, and he'd kinda be smitten by it. A tiny little lady that's a good foot and a half shorter than him, surprisingly strong, gives zero shits about his appearance, and would rather to get to know him personally completely wiping the floor with him? Yeah, that's gonna be one awkward ass boner for this poor boy.

Now if they're childhood friends, Usagi knows the delinquent act is just that, an act. They also wouldn't fight physically unless its exercise or something, most of their fights are vocal. They'll take an hour or so to calm down before talking it out.

Now if someone else is messing with season 1 Usagi, she'll be able to put up a fight (she has a little brother and Jotaro, pretty sure she's used to rough housing) but would still be beaten. Then you would have an angry, near 6 foot, 14 year old Jotaro on your ass. Most people would know better that to mess with post series Usagi, she's been hanging out with Makoto, Rei, and Jotaro, she can easily whoop anyone's ass. Mess with Jotaro, post series Usagi will kill you.

If you can't tell, I really like Jotaro and Usagi interacting. I'm so happy someone else has thought of this crossover.

I'm so fucking happy how much thought you put into this, this just further feeds into my need of more Sailor Moon and JJBA crossover shenanigans! But omg absolutely do I love how much Jotaro and Usagi could be friends, that friendship you would never expect but absolutely adore once you see it! I'm so glad you responded to this, you have made my entire night and now all I'll be thinking about is that friendship between Usagi and Jotaro

[mowu-moment]

i feel controversial & i care too much, so here's my des rocs complete tierlist

ranked list & reasoning (ish) under the cut

1. WAYNE: hoholy shit wayne. can hardly put into words how explosive this one is to me. the intro sets a Whole Mood before swiftly (& cleanly) smacking it down into an Absolute Banger and i don't use the term lightly. very hard not to scream along with it. only detriment is that wayne the person is kinda an ass in the mmc video but that's no qualm

2. POS: basically the same thing as wayne (oh both have great lyrics btw, this one more so), only gets points knocked for being 2 minutes long and having 30 seconds of that being intro & outro. go danny give us nothing

3. WHY WHY WHY: there's a theme among my top picks--they're all hard-hitting w/ killer guitar. the lyrics are absolute batshit in a good way, but the chorus is a lil flat & i feel like in general it just needed a touch more spice to score the top spot. or maybe it's just seniority & it'll have a coup a few months out idk

4. DEAD RINGER: similar killer guitar & lyrics but this one is Groovy as Hell. don't particularly like his singing in this one & it's too repetitive if i'm feeling grumpy but there's something so magic about after the bridge. top 10 songs to twirl a flag to

5. NOTHING PERSONAL: the minute long outro irks me & it's a little bit empty but plays into that well. groovy, great lyrics, the Sexiest Guitar Solo of the lot, the screaming's a minus but it does have an emotion there. not entirely sure what one but it's there.

6. LET ME LIVE / LET ME DIE: his first time being all over the goddamn place, history was made. amazing guitar, a little worse lyrics than 1-4 i'll admit, the intro Slays me both in a good and bad way. must be a joy to play live where he can just drag out that intro & bridge as long as feels right. at least i liked it in the digital concert like that. would actually kill me in a physical concert, imagine how much stomping gets going to that beat. bonus points for presumable cowbell

7. PIECES: for once not this high for the guitar & lyrics, they're both kinda basic. idk what's about this one but it just takes me to a separate dimension & i love it so much for that. really fills those earholes. also a bit of personal meaning, heard it for the first time on the day we moved into the house i'm currently split-custody-living in (is that tmi?) & the first music video of his i saw. man i love some spaghetti on the wall

8. SLO: basically the same as dead ringer, but knocked points for a kinda lame outro & the subject matter being a little less interesting to me. still lovely.

9. HANGING BY A THREAD: not my normal fare really & the way that the ends of the verses don't really fit in the pacing of them is bleh, but it's just so reminiscent of the songs my brother puts on whenever we hang out together that it just makes me all warm & fuzzy. it's also nicely put together which is something i'll have to start saying for. the later list.

10. SUICIDE ROMANTICS: this is where i start griping about head voice & higher pitches in general. don't like em so the pre-chorus is a lil annoying. also not my normal fare but it's tender & the ending is awe-striking. imo better live where he's loud on that last line before the final chorus. not enough to bump it up though. shoutouts to love and a smoking gun, i still am dying to hear that one

11. THE PAST HAS PASSED AWAY: my favorite lyrics out of the first 2 ep's. only thing wrong with it really is the bridge getting kinda repetitive. love that last chorus heehoo. same schpeel as the Banger Category

12. MMC: this one's lower than the rest of the Bangers for being pop punk which is something the radio has made me dislike, i guess. that trope with the guitar in the second half of the chorus just kills me so much. improves greatly during & after the bridge, love that lil ragtime piano. generally the same bit as before but i do love him doing something un-romance-related. yeah fuck the establishment!

13. THE DEVIL INSIDE: reminds me A Lot of the electronic-ish cassettes i've got from the early 90's but that's just me. this one will probably move up as i get more used to it, but only a little bit. the first part of the second verse makes me like. genuinely uncomfy? but the second part of it's fantastic. ending's ass though what happened to the instrumence. bonus points for using 'reverie' that's an SAT word (maybe). good singing but returning to the gripe at higher pitches, just a little bit though

14. THIS IS OUR LIFE: feels shockingly generic for a des rocs song tbh but there's nothing really wrong with that. adore the bridge. singing's alright. kinda miffed that he doesn't pronounce the 'f' in the second 'life' in the chorus, but it makes sense here. that sort of thing won't later so i'm bringing it up now. guitar's nothing spectacular but fits nicely into the song, probably one of the most cohesive of his (especially in recent history).

15. OUTTA MY MIND: really lives in the same space as slo and dead ringer do in my head (most likely the 'songs to twirl a flag to' zone), but this is by far the worst of the three for when i'm grumpy. just. Very repetitive. back to great lyrics here but it's kinda hard to pick them out (i've heard the song at least 100 times by now & i'm still missing a few lines). still groovin'

16. RUBY WITH THE SHARPEST LIES: what the fuck actually goes on in this song by the way? not the premise or whatever it's just. so all over the place. the verses are incredible but bringing in another vocalist just for one line kills me. bridge is really cool but that one part i don't remember where it is, the one that alternates basically nothing & an Electronic Piano Chord blaring at ya? ruins it. partially anyhow. also can someone tell the people on genius that it's 'carved it in my skin' not 'crawled down in my skin'

17. GIVE ME THE NIGHT: same repetitive issue as outta my mind but it's not groovy enough to save it, shame. feels like a trial run of all the wackshit stuff he's been doing recently, with the additional vocal bits at the end & the kinda weird lyrics. it still has a place in my heart don't get me wrong but it's just fallen in favor of stuff that Commits to banger or batshit (or actually pulls off both strongly, yyy). oh yeah nice guitar alright singing etc etc

18. USED TO THE DARKNESS: similar story to give me the night. i love it i do, but it's just lackluster nowadays. also remember that under-pronunciation thing i brought up in this is our life? this is where that comes back. rampant i tell you! that second verse he just doesn't finish the words & i hate it!

19. DON'T HURT ME: i honestly don't know why this one isn't in D. the chorus bit where he just cuts it short is irksome. the lyrics aren't anything special. i don't know what i like about it. but i can tell it does exactly what it set out to do if that makes sense. respect, respect. and using missile in an analogy, he's getting creative with the vocab

20. LIVING PROOF: kinda got a vendetta against this one i think? i don't know why i hate this one but i do. it's just kinda, blah. like the perfect sort of thing to nightcore up. sentiment's lovely & i do love the lyrics even if they aren't impressive but like. it bores me to an extent

21. TICK (LIVE): separating the version i heard in the digital concert just to give it some credit, this one was actually kinda nice. another one with a nice sentiment & what he was going for is great. no clue what the second part of the second verse has to do with any of this though. and it also begins our final group, the songs that just feel empty. like there's not nearly enough going on. this one's alright though i was just hoping the studio version would add some flair. you can see where that one is though.

22. IMAGINARY FRIENDS: also got a vendetta against pop. kinda hate the sentiment here (contrast!), the chorus just falls short of what the verses prime me for, head voice is rampant, and yet i still swing along to it. it's infectious props to him. love the outro though, monkey laugh and all.

23. MAYBE, I: another empty one, like it's a four-note progression what is that. love his singing in it, and the chorus parts do round it out, but like. eh? it doesn't even give me much to say.

24. BORN TO LOSE: another flop on the chorus! too smooth i say! and i absolutely Despise the pitch-shifting thing going on. not something i was expecting him to express so points there, lyrics are nothing fancy to my Literary Mind though. initially good singing but the chorus he's just sloppy over it. the instrumental is lovely but the vocals just throw it so hard into the bin which is a right shame. fuck that outro too i hate that gimmick

25. I KNOW: here's where the bad batshit comes in. singing is some of his worst imo, does the other-vocalist thing for that bridge, genre i'm not fond of, just a soup of Stuff I Don't Like. not one i'd kill someone over putting as #1 like i can see where it comes from but. mmmmmhhhh bad. cover does NOT help his case.

26. HVY MTL DRMR: empirically i should put this one higher. but the chorus flops so goddamn hard it deserves to be in the bottom of the barrel. the verses are lovely for what he was doing back then! but then just... nothing!

27. RABBIT HOLE: i was so excited for this name but it's just sad boi hours playlist curated by some corporation you hate. probably the most nothing of them all, genuinely where are the instruments. what happened. was this one just shoehorned in as the final track just to pump numbers up. and i swear he had some autotune or something which only makes his voice worse it's fantastic naturally. also that's not what a rabbit hole is! that's not the idiom! a rabbit hole is when you go on a wikipedia spiral from jennifer lopez to group theory! not when you just have a shitty night's sleep or whatever this is! i'm not just miffed i'm downright annoyed

28. TICK (STUDIO): what the fuck happened des. how did you release this. it sounds like a 3rd grader singing for the school talent show it's so out of rhythm. singing's honestly kinda bad & the instrumental has the same problems i talked about in the live version. the last chorus is fine, i guess, but no i don't forgive him for what he did to tick.

[jcmorrigan]

Just popping by and asking because I'm curious about your self ship with Giovanni. How did you both meet? :3

Ooh, I love this story! Though I had it only bare-bones before...this ask inspired me to sit on it and think through more of the details! So now I have a little more of that.

First of all, it doesn’t exactly follow the storyline of this song, but I just discovered it last night and I was STRUCK by how fitting it was for this whole ship, so give it a listen while reading this. Also, this got LONGER THAN I EXPECTED I’M SO SORRY

So. Here’s me: Rachel Scribere. Absolute mundie. Wants to be Inscribed, but that’s just not my life. Also wants to move up in the publishing industry, since she loves writing (mostly fanfiction, but let’s not tell the world that). And good news! A suburb outside Sweet Jazz City is hiring for a small local paper! Better than nothing, right? So I move from my small town into the heart of the city, scraping up for a cheap apartment so I can get started at work.

And it’s Hell.

My boss? Racist, homophobic, Lexist, and thinks I’m annoying. This job is slowly killing me, but I think it’s my only shot. If I lose it, I lose the apartment, I have to move back in with my parents, I have to let everyone down. Not to mention I haven’t made any friends yet in this city...surely my co-workers can’t be as bad as I think, right? They’ll be my pals eventually, right?

In the throes of depression, feeling absolutely no worth, I’m left to watch the office one day while the others are out. At a “business lunch” without me. Because I’m not in their inner circle yet, and probably will never be. I’m just trying to do some menial task they haven’t trained me how to do properly, nearly crying because it’s just not working and I know they’re gonna come back and be mad with how little I got done.

When the wall blows open.

“THERE’S NOWHERE LEFT TO RUN, [SUBURB] HERITAGE MUSEUM! FOR YOU HAVE BECOME THE NEXT TARGET OF THE BANZAI BLASTERS, AND THEIR PEERLESS LEADER, GIOVANNI POTAGE!”

When the dust clears, we’re trying to work out what, exactly, just happened.

He tried to rob a heritage museum in this suburb...and showed up at the wrong fucking building.

So he’s just all “Oh. So that’s why I’m the only one who showed up. Caaaan we just forget this ever happened? OKAYTHANKSBYE” and peaces out.

Well, I’m just about done, because our office got blown up and I still haven’t done my job and this is gonna be on my head and I just kinda fall on the floor and start crying. (Look, I know this isn’t the most headstrong start, but it’s my fantasy and I wanna be rescued from despair!)

When Giovanni WALKS RIGHT BACK IN to ASK ME FOR DIRECTIONS TO THE ACTUAL MUSEUM -

And witnesses me having a breakdown. “Hey...you, uh...you okay there?”

Well, now I’m mad at him for fucking up my life, because I am SO fired, so I get up and start sobbing and screaming at him how this is gonna be seen as my fault, and how this was already so horrible and it’s just so much worse now, but I launch into how little I was valued and Giovanni interrupts to express disbelief that my bosses didn’t take the time to help me catch up and feel welcome. After all, aren’t bosses supposed to treat their minions with love and respect?

Well, that’s when said bosses come back to the office. And they let me HAVE it.

Giovanni is miffed for two reasons. One, that they’re ragging on their precious minion (me) when that’s not something anyone should ever do, not ever! Two, that by going all “SCRIBERE. WHAT...DID...YOU...DO?”, they are totally stripping him of the cred of having made that bombastic entrance. He’s supposed to be the villain here, okay? Know his name! Fear it!

A great big argument ensues, with Giovanni defending this poor “newspaper minion” he just met and me not knowing what to say and my bosses trying to chase this crazy supervillain wannabe out of their office. And as Giovanni starts rattling off how much I deserve better and I’d be better off just quitting and being a villain...I get the impulsive idea. Hey, why not? At least I might feel alive.

So I stand up and make the decision for myself. I’m quitting. Effective now. And becoming an actual villain because I’m tired of adulting. SEE YA!

And I walk out.

Only to realize, a couple blocks away, that I have just thrown out my only financial lifeline.

Cue breakdown #2.

Now, Giovanni, he hasn’t gone love-at-first-sight for me or anything. But he does know a sad minion when he sees one, and he sort of has it in his head this is kiiiiiinda his fault, so he tails me to make sure I’m okay (which I’m not). And, I mean, a professional villain isn’t who I expected to be venting to, but he’s all I’ve got, so when he says he’ll listen, I just let it all out.

Giovanni has a great idea: I could join the Banzai Blasters with him! To which I utterly refuse. I mean, everyone knows it’s a pyramid scheme at this point, right? No one would join without being fully aware of that. (Gio: ”Heheh...yeah...I mean, I definitely knew that when I signed on, but that just means they’re legit bad guys...”)

But then he gets a BETTER idea! What if I’m an independent contractor villain? I keep the spoils of my own heists! He even thinks he remembers the name of some appraiser in the Blaster handbook that could help me get a foothold in the black market! I just need to steal some stuff to get startup capital, and hey, no one said I couldn’t tag along with the Blaster squad and take some of the spoils, like the awesome cursed swords we’re gonna find at the museum! (Me: “...What do you think the heritage museum is actually for?”) After all, the Blasters’ success is more based on clout and rank than the actual things they walk away with. No one will notice if one or two nice things goes missing! Not to mention, if I’m not an official Blaster, I get to pick my OWN uniform!

I’m desperate. And you know what? This...sounds like fun. What if I just said “fuck it”? So I agree. (And mentally plan out a potential blue-and-black aesthetic for my villain career.)

I also agree to give Giovanni a ride over there, since he is seriously NOWHERE NEAR THE MUSEUM.

En route, since it’s my car, he gets to hear one of my car mixes (IRL I make killer car mixes that make riding in my car like playing Russian Roulette - you could get rock, you could get emo, you could get trashy pop, you could get video game music, or you could just get a meme). And so he learns about my music taste. He also starts grilling me on my life - what do I do for fun? Well, I...write. They’re not really publishable stories, but...

Giovanni: “It’s fanfiction, isn’t it?” Me: “GOD DAMMIT”

He also asks my name. Which he hates, because he graduated with seven Rachels, and I can’t blame him, because I graduated with four others.

We finally get to the museum and the rest of the squad has been waiting for like an hour. They know he got lost but aren’t about to bring it up. Giovanni announces that he’s bringing a friend today and I get to help out.

Now, it’s worth noting at this point that I noticed he was QUITE A HANDSOME FELLA from the moment he walked into the room through the hole he blew in the wall, and his quirks are exactly My Type. So I’m already starting to crush on him. But I am well aware that should NOT be ANY sort of priority right now. As for me? He just sees me as a new villain buddy! (He develops feelings for me later, at which point he’s horrified because “I WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAVE A FAVORITE MINION!”.)

The other Blasters are just like “Okay, cool” because it’s really not strange at this point for Giovanni to pick up a stray (”How do you think we got Flamethrower?”). Ben is excited because now he’s not the only one who doesn’t have a cool minion name, but now Giovanni wants to give me one to spite Ben. “Hmm...let’s see...you’re a writer, so...Storyteller? Chronicler? No...oh, wait! You also like all that weird music! What about COMPOSER? See, it’s a double meaning, because it’s a music thing, but also, you COMPOSE stories...you...you get it? It’s wordplay.”

Composer. I like it. In return, even though Giovanni’s technically not my boss, I agree to call him Boss. (”And really, I may not be your boss legally, but I want you to think of me as a boss in your heart.”)

And we have FUN clearing out the museum. It’s a Sunday, so it’s closed and no one’s actually there, so we just have the run of the place. I get to take back a couple artifacts that Sweet Jazz history buffs on the black market will love.

At the end of the day, Giovanni is all excited for this new partnership, and he’s talking up how he’s going to meet up with me tomorrow to get my stuff appraised - can he have my number? Just to keep in touch? - and I have to discreetly drop him back off at the newspaper office so he can collect his Vespa and drive home. (Look. I know he does not, in canon, drive a Vespa. But he gives me the exact energy of someone who drives a Vespa, so in this ‘verse, he has one. Just rollin’ down the road like he’s on a motorcycle when it’s a fuckin’ scooter that just goes very fast)

Before I drop him off, though, he asks me if they’re gonna kick me out of my place due to me not having a paycheck that day. See, he doesn’t exactly understand how rent works. I assure him I have a due date. He tells me that I can totally crash at his and his mom’s place if I want; he’ll bug his mom into making up the guest room. Apparently she’ll be happy that he’s made more actual friends.

I joke that she would probably be fazed that he brought a girl home. He says that’s never been a concern. “Oh. Not into girls?” “No, I am. And guys. And a couple who weren’t either. The thing is, if my mom was gonna ban everyone I COULD end up being attracted to, she’d have to ban...EVERYONE. And then I wouldn’t be allowed to have ANY friends over.”

I drop him off, go back home...and hit breakdown #3.

What was I fucking thinking? I can’t be a supervillain. Especially not an independent contractor. I’m on the wrong side of the law for a living. This isn’t going to turn a profit...and that’s not even taking into account the trouble I’ll get in with the heat. I’m having anxiety, shakes, nausea, the whole works. Starting to think this isn’t worth it. Maybe starting to feel a little suicidal.

Crawl into bed. Barely sleep. Drag myself out of bed the next day to rendez-vous with Giovanni.

Just seeing him makes me feel...slightly better. He and I head off to a hidden locale to briefly confer with Ramsey Murdoch over my finds. (”Just don’t look him directly in the gross rat face.”)

Ramsey informs me I actually have some valuable stuff on my hands, recommends some buyers, makes an offhand joke about us being a “cute couple” that goes right over Giovanni’s head.

This doesn’t do much to reassure me. I still feel empty. Hollow. Afraid. But Giovanni, he SENSES this on the drive home. He can also tell I put in one of my most upbeat dance mixes to cover the sadness. So he pesters me until I tell him how I really feel...

And he refuses to leave me alone all day because a good boss doesn’t leave a minion who’s feeling that down on herself.

We end up back at his place. Start out by watching movies. I have to put up with him and his mom yelling at each other, but Ms. P. switches on a dime around me - “So glad you’re here, Sweetie. Giovanni could use more good friends like you. Good influences who will tell him NOT TO PUT HIS FEET ON THE LIVING ROOM TABLE GOD DAMMIT HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO GO OVER THIS WITH YOU GIOVANNI anyway, Rachel, can I get you anything? A drink? Some popcorn? Since MY RUDE SON DIDN’T ASK WHAT HIS GUEST WANTED WHEN SHE CAME OVER but you name it and I’ll get it for you.”

I’m still depressed. I cuddle up in a blanket. It’s hand-knitted. I mention that it’s super comfy. Giovanni takes it as a compliment, revealing that he made it himself. This leads to him parading a bunch of things he’s knitted in front of me - scarves, hats, etc. And I love every one of them. Oh, no, I am falling for this man and am also still depressed.

We end the day by plotting out my new villain attire. He’s good at sketching out patterns for clothes, so I give him an aesthetic to go for - blue, corset lacing, asymmetrical skirt, off-the-shoulder, is this too Disney villain?, you know what I don’t care, hey, that looks great! (Eventually he actually helps me put that monstrosity together)

He sticks around. I gradually become more confident in my element, making sales, stealing more things, getting comfortable with THE VILLAIN LIFE, actually turning up a profit because Ramsey knows where the market is and is glad to show me, and hanging out with the Blasters on a regular basis in an abandoned library we’ve taken over as our lair (Giovanni says the word “Lair-brary” once and immediately regrets it and asks us all to forget he ever combined those syllables).

And I’m happy. Finally.

Then one day, in the library lair that is not a Lair-brary, there’s some shenanigan and a bookshelf almost falls on me and crushes me and Giovanni tackles me out of the way because THAT’S WHAT ANY DECENT VILLAIN BOSS WOULD DO FOR HIS PRECIOUS MINIONS and oh. Oh my God. If I didn’t have a crush on this man before, I LOVE him now. Oh, no. Oh, no... ;-)

That’s pretty much the origin story. I’m still kind of nursing the idea of doing an AU version of this in TBTC, and I would probably still wanna use “busts into WRONG PLACE, sees Rachel being mistreated, takes her to rob a place to feel better,” and I hope it’s not tacky to copy the same device. But yeah, I hope that wasn’t the 15 minutes of your life you’ll never get back

[curiousdamage]

For the Merry prompts: 37 or 76.

Thank you for the request!

I chose 76: “You’re not alone.”

Fandom: Karate Kid Becca-Verse

Pairing: Terry Silver/Mikey Sullivan

The sound was so soft, Mikey wasn't even sure he had actually heard it. But something had pulled him out of his booze-soaked dreams. Dreams that he probably shouldn't be having anyway.

He stared blearily at the clock on the wall. It was just after one a.m. Surely Terry wasn't still awake, but Mikey was sure he could hear him, mumbling through the thin walls. Probably on the phone with Cori again. Mikey wasn't sure why he'd begged him to come up here if all he was going to do was argue with his wife.

His wife. The reason he shouldn't be having dreams about blue eyes and killer grins. Well, one reason anyway. He put a pillow over his head to block out the sound.

After a few minutes, he decided he'd had enough. He didn't drive 3 hours for this. 

No. He'd driven 3 hours to feel stupid. To torture himself, to be so close to who he wanted and unable to…, well how was that any different than any other trip? Terry had been right at the wedding. He wasn't even able to admit to what he wanted much less act on it.

"Say it, Mickey. Say you want me, and I'll stop it. I'll put a stop to all of it and we’ll be together," Terry looked at him with that possessive look that made him crazy. "Admit it. Admit that you want me."

But he couldn't do it. Not even when everything he'd ever wanted was being held out to him.

“That’s what I thought,” Terry muttered.

What did Terry know anyway? Richie Rich didn't live in the real world.

This was ridiculous. They couldn't be friends, not when one of them wanted more. And one of them would always want more. He was just going to head back to base. It’d be easier that way. He dressed quickly and slung his duffel bag on his shoulder and grabbed his boots. 

He was looking around for his jacket in the sitting room when he noticed the phone was off the hook. Were all the phones in the suite connected? Terry was still mumbling. He grabbed his jacket off a nearby table. His hand was on the door. He could leave. He should leave. A clean break. For both of them.

He had a wife and a kid now, and Mikey…, well mom was always pushing for another General in the family.

"No! No!" He heard Terry moan.

"Shit," he muttered. He dropped his jacket and bag on a nearby chair and set his boots back by the door. He'd just go check on him, then he'd leave.

He crossed the sitting room and tapped lightly on Terry's door. He was probably just arguing with Cori again.

Not getting an answer, he opened the door quietly.

Terry was sound asleep…, Well, it wasn't very sound. He was thrashing

around in the bed.

“Terry. Terry, Terry!"

He jerked awake.

"What? What is it?" Terry sat up and looked at Mikey standing in the door. "Shit. I was doing it again, wasn't I?"

"It happens," he shrugged.

"Thanks for waking me. I'm…," he looked around. "I'm good now. You can go back to bed." He looked at him properly. "Or wherever you were going. Where were you going?"

"For a smoke," he lied, "Been happening a lot?”

"Enough."

"You know, we all have them," he said, softly. Terry didn't look okay. He still looked scared to death. Shit. It really should be easier than this. But he couldn't break that link. He didn't want to. He pulled off his shirt. "Move over."

"Thought you needed a smoke?" Terry reminded him.

"It can wait," he replied. "Besides, nicotine fit me is a lot of fun. Now, it's cold as fuck in this room so move over."

"Get in before I change my mind," Terry said, sliding over in the bed.

Mikey crawled in with him. "Come here, Baby." He put his arms around the younger man, pulling him against his chest. "Damn, you're tall."

"Yeah. It's a genetic thing," he laughed, though he was still shaking. "Only good thing my father gave me."

"Well, that and several billion dollars, and houses, and cars, and…,"

"I sold his cars," Terry interrupted. "They were stupid cars. He had no taste. I bought a plane instead. Know any good pilots?"

"Give me about eight years," he laughed, "Come on, Baby, relax. I got you." He pressed a kiss to the back of the other's neck and snuggled closer. "Damn, why is it so cold in here?”

"I can't sleep when it's hot," Terry said. 

Something in his tone implied that hot usually brought on more nightmares.

"Yeah, well, I don't see how Cori sleeps with you every night, the silicon in her tits is gonna freeze. She'll be able to use them as weapons."

Terry snorted with laughter. "First of all, her tits are real. Second, I’m pretty sure she already does, and third, she doesn't sleep with me."

"Oh." He felt bad that the thought made him a little happy. "Why not?"

"Because rich people don't sleep together. Haven't you ever watched television? Once they have a child, they sleep with their secretaries, gardeners, tennis coaches, whatever blue-collar workers are hanging around," he joked.

“Are pilots on that list?"

"I thought pilots were white-collar," he replied.

"Maybe if you are the top pilot in some corporate firm, but the rest of us just wear pretty uniforms and pretend we don't get dirty," Mikey answered.

"I don't sleep much and when I do, I don't do it well. I have nightmares…, I keep her awake," he muttered.

"Oh." He was quiet for a moment. "We all have problems sleeping. If you weren't there you don't get it. You can't blame her for that." He pulled on Terry's arm to get him to turn to face him. He caressed the younger man’s face. "You’re not alone. If you can’t sleep, chances are, I’m not either.” He paused and smiled. “Especially since I’m normally nine hours ahead of you, you can almost bet on it.  Call me. We’ll get through it together, Baby.”

Baby. There it was again.  He wasn’t hearing things he wanted to hear.  Terry usually couldn’t stand endearments. Fake declarations to fool people into doing what you wanted.  That ridiculous name Cori used when she wanted something did nothing but set his eyes rolling, however, coming from Mikey’s lips it was as much his undoing as his use of the name ‘Mickey’ was Mikey’s. He pressed his lips against Mikey’s, for once not being stopped or pushed away.

The kisses were desperate and needy. Mikey ran his fingers through black curls, grabbing a fistful and pulling Terry back, looking at him for a moment.

“Is…, is this okay?” he panted. 

Mikey nodded slowly, studying the other’s face.  And it was.  The usual fear and panic he felt when he was with another man weren’t there.  Maybe it was because this wasn’t about sex, it was about comfort.  Maybe it was because Terry finally had as much to lose over this as he did.  Or maybe he was just so fucking lonely lately that he no longer gave a damn.  Whatever this was, whatever it could be or cause, had to be better than what he had now, which was a whole lot of nothing.  Hollow, empty, hateful nothing.  He felt safe and wanted and it was better than a whole damn bottle of Jack Daniels could ever be.  

Terry pushed him back on the bed, moving over him, kissing his jaw and down his neck.  He forced himself to relax and just enjoy what was happening for once.  They were hundreds of miles from anyone that knew either of them and half a world away from anyone that really mattered.  

“You’re not alone, either, you know,” Terry said, laying his head on Mikey’s chest.  “This.  What you feel.  What we’re doing.  You’re not alone.  I feel the same way.  It’s not wrong.  You aren’t wrong.  It’s just us.  No one else ever has to know.”

It was on his tongue to ask about Cori, but right then, he just didn’t care.  Besides, their two very different lives gave it a ‘not real’ feeling.  He lay there silently, contemplating what the other man had said.  It was almost too much to be real.  His fingers traced over the lines of the cobra tattoo on Terry’s shoulder.  He wanted him.  He felt the same way. What wasn’t real couldn’t hurt them, could it?

“We…, we would have to be very discrete,” he heard himself saying.  “If anyone ever found out…,”

“I know, Mickey.  You aren’t the first man I’ve been with.  I know the stakes.  I know they’re ten times higher with you because of your family and career and everything, but I care about you.  I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Could it really be that easy?  Could he really have someone he cared about?  

He took a deep breath.  “If I say it’s over, it’s over.”

“Okay.”

“And no one can even suspect….,”

“They won’t.  We will figure this out.  Please, Mickey?”

He let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.  “Okay. Yeah. Yes.”  

Whatever this was, whatever it could be, whatever it was going to cause was already a hell of a lot better than the empty, hollow, hateful nothing that was receding from his life.  He just prayed nothing worse would take its place.

[monstersmistress]

Pffffft I didn't notice your blog title changed until now lmao. So while I'm here, what do you like about MegMillan? I wouldn't say I don't ship it, just that it never sparked interest for me.

Hahaha yeah I changed it when that anon started going around telling people MegMillan was bad. This dude literally hit up THREE of my blogs with the same message xD I just deleted and IP blocked them, BUT, I’m a spiteful little bitch so I’ve been making MegMillan things and made my Blog Title that :,)

Honestly I started shipping it see pre existing MegMillan content around, mainly from Asian fandom artists, and it’s also a bit of “Character I project onto” x “Character I wanna fuck”. Which is the basis for a lot of my ships, and a lot of peoples ships hahaha more under the cut cause I’m rambling a lot I’m sorry

I feel like they have an interesting sort of chemistry! Survivor x Killer ships have always piqued my interest more in that sense. I very much like exploring potential power imbalances, and exploring how they could work through it. With Meg and Evan, I see it starting one sided and more physical with Evan being interested in her. I view him as more interested in women who’re strong and feisty, and his initial inclinations that she’s an animal to be hunted wear down as she becomes this difficult to catch Prized Prey. She’s bold, headstrong, smart (sometimes), and all of that sparks an interest in Evan.

Meg similarly likes a challenge. She’s not really well versed in romantic experience and she certainly isn’t looking for that in this hellscape, but she likes seeing how much she can get away with teasing him. I like to think it culminates in a dubiously consensual bout of sex and then Meg is just too insatiably curious about him (and look, getting fucked by a really strong man is kinda nice). 

I view their relationship as... Complicated tm. ‘Cause I mean look, I don’t sugar coat the fact he’s a killer. He’s also one of her least favorites to go against. Realistically, getting a foot in a bear trap leaves you crippled the remainder of the trial, and she knows he won’t always favor her in case it upsets the Big Guy. 

I have a lot of long winded ways I’d love to explore their relationship, and AUs, and ideas... I like the idea of them becoming closer emotionally, with Meg helping Evan realize and then deal with the fact his father was a piece of shit, and Meg realizing she has daddy issues from the fact her father left her mother and her when she was so little, and eventual bonding... 

I guess like most ships where there isn’t a lot of character depth given, A lot of it is things I ruminate on in detail, my own headcanons and ideas for them, based on my takes of their characters! I see them as having similar personalities, but that they differ enough to cause a tension. It’s starts off mostly physical, a sort of beneficial thing cause Trapper Likes Her and for Meg sex is like Better Than Death and its Nice. But it would evolve into something a bit deeper, but still confusing.

ANYWAY THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK!!! If you ever have like, specific shit about I guess my headcanons of them, feel free to ask or even send it to my imagines blog @mistress-imagines cause I LOVE to talk about them.

[mexican-texican]

This is why I listen to rap. No, I am not kidding. It’s sad that I had gone on with the only impression of Reagan coming from the movie “Selena”, where her parents are having a tough time keeping up with the staggering economy and they mention “It’s that Ronald Reagan. Como le dicen? Reaganomics.” and I had continued with my life with the very brief knowledge that Ronald Reagan had ruined the economy and made things harder for families trying to get by in the 80′s. That was it. I didn’t learn anything in school about him, nor did I absorb any knowledge in the matter of his handling of the foreign policy or the way he ruined our dependency of oil. And then I discovered the gem that is Killer Mike (along with El-P) that opened up the doors for me to fully understand why Reagan is up there with George W. Bush. For those that can’t view the video or prefer not to, here are the lyrics; [Sample of Ronald Reagan speaking] Our government has a firm policy not to capitulate to terrorist demands. That no-concessions policy remains in force, despite the wildly speculative and false stories about arms for hostages and alleged ransom payments, we did not, repeat, did not trade weapons or anything else for hostages, nor will we [Verse 1] The ballot or the bullet, some freedom or some bullshit Will we ever do it big, or just keep settling for lil' shit? We brag on having bread, but none of us are bakers We all talk having greens, but none of us own acres If none of us own acres, and none of us grow wheat Then who will feed our people when our people need to eat So it seems our people starve from lack of understanding Cause all we seem to give them is some balling and some dancing And some talking about our car and imaginary mansions We should be indicted for bullshit we inciting Hand the children death and pretend that it's exciting We are advertisements for agony and pain We exploit the youth, we tell them to join a gang We tell them dope stories, introduce them to the game Just like Oliver North introduced us to cocaine In the 80's when the bricks came on military planes [Sample: Ronald Reagan] A few months ago I told the American people I did not trade arms for hostages. My heart and my best intentions still tell me that's true, but the facts and the evidence tell me it is not [Verse 2] The end of the Reagan Era, I'm like 'leven, twelve, or Old enough to understand the shit'll change forever They declared the war on drugs like a war on terror But what it really did was let the police terrorize whoever But mostly black boys, but they would call us "niggers" And lay us on our belly, while they fingers on they triggers They boots was on our head, they dogs was on our crotches And they would beat us up if we had diamonds on our watches And they would take our drugs and money, as they pick our pockets I guess that that's the privilege of policing for some profit But thanks to Reaganomics, prisons turned to profits Cause free labor is the cornerstone of US economics Cause slavery was abolished, unless you are in prison You think I am bullshitting, then read the 13th Amendment Involuntary servitude and slavery it prohibits That's why they giving drug offenders time in double digits Ronald Reagan was an actor, not at all a factor Just an employee of the country's real masters Just like the Bushes, Clinton and Obama Just another talking head telling lies on teleprompters If you don't believe the theory, then argue with this logic Why did Reagan and Obama both go after Qaddafi We invaded sovereign soil, going after oil Taking countries is a hobby paid for by the oil lobby Same as in Iraq, and Afghanistan And Ahmadinejad say they coming for Iran They only love the rich, and how they loathe the poor If I say any more they might be at my door (Shh..) Who the fuck is that staring in my window Doing that surveillance on Mr. Michael Render I'm dropping off the grid before they pump the lead I leave you with four words: I'm glad Reagan dead

Ronald Reagan pretty much ruined everything for millennials.