#Marko li

[nat-without-a-g]

Remember when I said I had other stuff to work on? I failed here’s the Wilson Family.

I’m working on a template with a bunch of season one and two characters on it by @midnigtartist as a way to kind of ‘finalize’ my designs for a lot of them. My methods include making different pictures at major points of development, but since this is gonna take a long while, I thought I’d give a sneak peek using the first family column I filled out. This is all taking place at the beginning of their respective seasons, so later scars and character development (and trauma) aren’t there just yet. I’m pretty happy with how they’re coming so far!

Misc. Doodles following the Wilson family under the cut! (Most of it’s Grant)

[earthmoonz]

the cast of wifey so far... (minus a select few)

[ungoliantschilde]

the Lord of Lies

John Buscema

P. Craig Russell

Tim Sale

Marko Djurdjevic

Marc Silvestri

John Buscema, with Inks by Tom Palmer.

John Bolton

Neal Adams, with Inks by Joe Sinnott.

John Romita, Jr., with Inks by Al Williamson.

Alex Ross

[dragon-ball-meta]

So apparently, there are people who are mad that Goku looks "too skinny" in Sparking Zero.

And I'm just...

He literally looks like he's built like a martial artist?

I don't get the issue.

[tomorrowusa]

« It will never make sense, but people believed Donald Trump when he lied—about Vice President Kamala Harris, about President Joe Biden, about the economy, about immigrants, about trans people, about his accomplishments. 

Yet, when he told the truth about what he would do if elected, people didn’t believe him. »

— Markos Moulitsas Zúniga, AKA: "Kos", at his blog Daily Kos.

Remember when Trump denied any knowledge of Project 2025?

So Trump made one of the chief architects of Project 2025 a senior member of his administration.

Trump picks Project 2025 co-author Russell Vought to lead budget office

When it comes to Trump's credibility, always remember the number 30,573.

Washington Post counts 30,573 false or misleading claims in four years by Trump

[jasposeyblog]

My acquisition of Juggernaut, Loki and Thor sketch cover by Bulent Hassan

[nyalectro]

okay guys what are some your (un)popular/controversial(??) opinions regarding the sinister six???⁉️

be it something about singular members themselves, the team as a whole…

can be anything, from any media (movie/series/comic/…), from any s6 lineup (so also outside from just the ones in the tags) !

would just like to hear your thoughts on some things 🫶🫶

me personally: probably not unpopular but the sinister six in ps marvel’s spider-man were sooo good. loved their dynamics, especially scorpion and rhino. and its too bad that they were not only existent for an incredible short amount of time, but also that they were almost completely killed off!!! like why would you do that?? and all by a singular person??? Thats honestly crazy

[fundashnee-rott]

[Context: red thread of fate]

Lincoln: uh, dad is it normal for your thread to be rope like?

Marco and Grant in unison: Looks like someone gonna learn share

[worstghost]

Poly!Lost Boys thoughts NOW !! nsfw under the cut. (can you guess which is my favorite u_u)

🤍You're still human (for now). You told them you have a little more life to experience before you're ready, and the only one that was understanding was Dwayne, the others were incredibly impatient.

🤍Dwayne asks you to lay with him and describe how the sun looked that day when you come back to sleep. You talk to him for over an hour, telling him what you did, how warm it was, the colors of the sky as it set. The other 3 boys sit outside the room and listen as well but don't want to ruin the moment for you.

🤍They watch you sleep every night, taking turns before they all go out to eat. Marko and Paul will wake you up every few hours to ask if you'd come out with them. It doesn't work every time, but if you're rested enough, sometimes they can get you to hang out on the beach with them for a bit.

🤍David isn't outwardly affectionate, usually only spending time with you when it's just the two of you. He's not a fan of sharing, but he'd never deny his brothers the pleasure of your company. For that reason, time spent with David is usually well spent. Talking, reading, slow kisses and much more if you beg.

🤍You can get overwhelmed, and these boys don't understand personal space. They take it personal when you leave them on their own to enjoy your day, but you make it up by bringing back food and a new cassette to listen to.

🤍They love to gather in one bed and hold you, making sure they're all touching some part of your skin. You're typically laying your head against David's thigh, combing through Paul's hair, while Marko lays on your chest and Dwayne holds your legs across him.

🤍You're so well loved you forget sometimes what they are. They'll come back some mornings covered in blood, fangs out, hissing and shoving each other aggressively. Something caused an argument and you have to watch silently while they work it out themselves, knowing better than to get in the middle. You just close the curtain and lay back down, knowing they'll come to you when they've sorted it.

🖤NSFW🖤

🖤Marko loves to make you cry. Not by being mean of course, just by teasing you until you can't help it. He loves to bite and pinch you until you're whining, and then tease you about it and call you a baby in your most sensitive moments. He's always smiling and will make it up to you by overstimulating you until you're full out sobbing. You go to him when you're already emotional and need some relief.

🖤Paul likes to do experimental things- bending you in odd positions, fingering you after he's cum in you and then making you lick it off. Watching you fuck yourself, and then getting jealous and breaking the vibrator. He's a biter, and every now and then he'll have to put himself in a corner to cool down after he vamps out and very nearly drains you.

🖤Dwayne isn't as gentle as he seems, but he is just as attentive. He loves to be able to see you, so missionary and having you on top are his favorites. Also loves to have you sit on his face, kneeding your ass and never closing his eyes because he's scared you'll dissappear if he does.

🖤David is the gentle one. He goes slow, makes you ask him for every little thing, he wants you to know he's in control and you can't make him do anything he doesn't already want to. So get on your knees, rub his thighs, look up at him with puppy eyes and ask him nicely to take you right there on the floor before the boys get back. How could he say no?

🖤When you have them all together its a frenzy, hands and teeth and tongues all over your body. You're so high you don't even know which one is eating you out or which cock is in your mouth. They do get jealous easily, impatiently pushing each other out of the way to get a turn kissing you or fucking you.

🖤Sometimes, rarely, they'll let you take control, telling each of them exactly what you'd like them to do and how to do it. David typically watches for this part, he doesn't listen to what he's told so you banish him to the couch to watch. You smile over at him often, watching the way he eyes you angrily, adjusting his too-tight pants. He knows you'll get to him when you're done, if you're not too exhausted.

[bemygunstomyroses]

The Lost Boys riding in your car with you would include: Part 2

Summery: This is just unhinged, again.

Warnings: GN reader! Swearing, implying smut, the boys being like animals, we know the drill!

Read part one first before you read this one so ya understand it better! Love ya! ❤️

Alright, we're back in the car. Everyone is seated in their assigned spots. David is in the front passenger seat, Marko is on the right in the back, with Paul in the middle and Dwayne on the left. Double-checked and confirmed, right? Okay!

You and your boys are on the road again but this time you guys are going through the city.

Buckle up if you aren’t already because these boys are fucking maniacs once again!

The lights of Santa Carla are bright and bold as you slowly get stuck in traffic trying to reach your destination. Don't think you'll get bored because you won't. You have four dingbats with you to keep you occupied!

Marko is displaying road rage even though he's not the one driving.

“Come on! Pick up your lazy ass! We have places to be you asshole!” Marko would yell out the window with his head out making you embarrassed and keeping your head down from the eyes looking around.

Paul would probably join in the trash talk as well. Most likely will flip em’ off.

Your the kind that would keep a little basket of snacks in the back of the car in case you get hungry while driving, of course the boys are going to go through your stash and eat most of the snacks.

“Can one of you pass me that chocolate bar in the snack basket?” You ask pudding your hand backwards to get your treat. Meanwhile the basket is in Paul’s and Marko’s lap, digging through every inch of the tub.

"Oops, sorry babe, but we're out of snacks. Marko must have eaten the last one," Paul lied through his teeth, throwing Marko under the bus.

“No I didn’t you asswipe!” Marko yells, his voice booming in the car. This ends up with the two wrestling in the back seat, while bumping into poor Dwayne who is already smashed into the side of the door.

"You're both going to make me lose my temper! If you don't behave, I'll be forced to turn this car around!" You warned the two of them, shooting them a stern look.

They both mumbled a quick "Sorry" and then dove right back into snacking as if nothing had happened.

David’s hand is of course on your thigh, drawing little shapes and squeezing your soft skin, traveling his hand slightly higher making you a blushing mess.

"David..." you whispered urgently, making sure no one else could hear.

David leaned in close, tilting his head and whispering in your ear, "We can always throw them out of the car. I know I can make you fog up the windows." His teasing tone conveyed a mischievous confidence, and you could feel the smirk on his face.

You lightly smack his chest but he suddenly takes your hand and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles with ease.

While you all are waiting for the never moving traffic to move (Which is doesn’t) the two blondes take this opportunity to hop out of the car and basically do stupid shit.

Running around the car. Hopping out in front of other cars, presumably giving everyone the bird, meanwhile, the people are honking their horns and getting agitated. (I wouldn’t blame them)

When everyone is back in the car, Paul takes this time to go through your CDs and cassettes and pick out the “good music” he said.

“Baby, you need more music taste! Remind me to take you to the store”.

Paul, I'm going to throw you out of this car!

If you get too tired of driving, David or Dwayne, you know good well Marko and Paul ain’t doing shit.

As David decided to drive, you might wonder who would be relegated to the passenger seat. In reality, no one; instead, they would accommodate you by making space in the back, provided the car is spacious enough. In some cases, if space is limited, you may find yourself seated on someone's lap. The concept of seatbelts becomes minor when you are in the company of vampires!

Dudes all probably gonna pop a boner

When you sit with all three of them they are smothering you in kisses, Paul tickles your sides making you squirm and laugh loudly and Marko pinching your sides.

Dwayne being a cuddle bug and pulling you into his chest. <3

David obviously can’t miss out so he’s reaching his hand back to touch you of course.

“Hey man! You’ve been touching them all night!” Paul whined and cooed at the leader.

“Fuck off, Paul.” David barks and refuses to stop holding your hand.

As the evening unfolded, you found myself resting my head on Dwayne’s lap, with your feet reaching out to Marko, and Paul providing support in the middle.

Dwayne playing with your hair with his slender fingers making you almost fall asleep. Paul playing with your fingers and Marko massaging your feet. It’s all very relaxing, that’s until David decides he’s getting bored and break checks the car and you all go flying forward-

“Whoops, break check”. Is all David would say with a grin on his face. You all don’t take it seriously and just laugh who the boys make sure you didn’t bang anything up.

After all, David navigates the car into an open field for you all to sit and enjoy looking at the beautiful stars. Dwayne Grabs a blanket from the trunk and places it on the soft grass. Paul puts on the radio some soft rock ballads and turns the volume up just enough to head the music.

You all cuddle up on the blanket and stargaze the night away, while all the boys are stealing passionate kisses on your lips.

“Hey, the shape of those stars are making kinda looks like a giant dick-“ Paul said out loud and for a moment everyone is silent, then you all erupt in laughter, Marko and Paul then tries to find more “stars” and pointing their fingers up at them.

“That one kind of looks like a heart”. You say and you point your finger. The boys share a smile on their faces. “You’re right”. David said and he kisses your cheek.

Paul began to say, "That one kinda looks like-" but was interrupted as Marko and Dwayne playfully tackled him, and they all ended up wrestling in the dewy grass.

[what-we-do-in-santa-carla]

The Lost Boys Incorrect Quotes - Community Inspired

Sam, holding up a camcorder: Edgar, I think you should play my father.

Edgar: I don't want to be your father.

Sam: Perfect, you already know your lines.

-

Star: Michael, your entire identity has been consumed by your relationship with a another man.

Michael, closing his eyes: You found my Billy Idol fanzine subscription.

-

Lucy: Well, what about you and David?

Star: David? The other day I thought he was trying to hold my hand.

Star: But he had just mistaken me for Michael

-

Star: Michael and I did our best to keep the language on the cake casual.

Birthday Cake: Hello during a random dessert, the month and day of which coincide numerically with the day Max turned you.

David, in tears: You guys, I never cry but-

-

Grandpa, standing at the mouth of cave holding root beer and Oreos: Boys night!

Dwayne, turning back to the rest of the boys: I need help reacting to something.

-

Sam: You can do whatever you want, you just have to know what that is. For me, it's Lucky Charms and TV.

-

Star: You don't see me saying anything about Marko and Paul's weird little relationship.

Marko and Paul, in unison: They're just jealous.

-

Paul: I was born in '59.

David: Then you were born twenty-eight years ago.

Paul: Which would make me twenty-seven, because everyone is ten for two years.

*David, staring in silence*

Paul: Because fifth grade is really hard for everyone...

Paul: Mom, how many lies have I been living?

-

Marko: Paul and I have an agreement.

Marko: If one of us dies, we stage it as a suicide caused by the unjust cancellation of Diff'rent Strokes.

Marko: We're gonna get that show back on the air, buddy.

-

Michael: Guys, are we just gonna avoid making eye contact forever? Who are we, David during sex?

[dwaynedelight]

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Rip & Tear

Dwayne (the lost boys) x female (human) reader

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+ readers only! Breed kink, choking, blood play(?), unprotected sex, masturbation, daddy kink, p n v sex.

Minors DNI

Summary: Dwayne has his first rut.

Word Count: 2,407

Authors Note: Dwayne uses name “princesa” spanish for princess, sorry I had to have my fun;)

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Marko and Paul pranced around the cave howling with pure adrenaline, psyched for the hunt. Dwayne's eyes rolled back, annoyed. "What's wrong Dwayne, not in the mood for a little hunt?" David asked. No, he was not in the mood, he thought. His head was pounding, the last thing he wanted to do right now was chase after some ignorant human. He ignored David's questions protesting as he turned his back, he would much rather like to stay in his bed with you all night. Much to his luck, Marko had forced him out of the bed with a promise of never asking again, and you suggested it'd be a "good idea" sure it would.

Dwayne lived for hunts he was always eager to start, but after the first kill of the night, it became apparent to Dwayne that he was not getting any better. Sharp pains coursed through his body, making it hard to even walk. He didn't utter a single word to his brothers, quietly suffering and too embarrassed to tell them what was going on. Even when Paul asked why he was leaving them he lied saying his target had caught his trail and they were heading back out to the beach.

He secretly made his way back to the cave leaving his brothers behind. He had never felt physical pain, as an immortal his body didn't work that way. Maybe something was wrong with him. Dwayne groaned feeling another sharp cramp. He tore the heavy black leather jacket off him clumsily stumbling around the cave, knocking into David's wheelchair as he made his way through. He groaned head spinning as he reached his room, he slumped weakly against the bed, leaning his head back as another sharp pain hit his chest. He hissed through his fangs, squinting his bright red eyes in pain. Dwayne gasped as his cock strained against his denim, twitching as his hips bucked. He felt like an animal in heat, the air became hot and humid, so much so he could barely breathe. "Fuck" he grunted, grasping a hand around his bulge. Dwayne’s eyes squeezed shut, hips bucking wildly against his clawed hand. Through the midst of this, all he could think about was you, the sweet scent of your pheromones invaded his nose, and pleasure struck through him as he bucked against his hips again. You were close by. His voice caught in his throat, he wanted to yell out for you.

He clung onto the bed as he pushed himself up, his hands shaking angrily trying to get his pants off. He pushed the hem down, enough to free his cock. His thick shaft glistened with replete amounts of pre cum, red and swollen around his hand, veins pounding as he eagerly pumped away. His left hand clung to the wall for support. Hips bucking up to meet his pumps as he groaned and muttered curses under his breath. Your face was burned into his thoughts, he groaned again, eager to release his frustration. He moaned your name in between his strides, the thought of your tight cunt taking his seed bringing him closer to the edge. His cock twitched, shooting strings of cum across his abdomen.

★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜゜・。★

As soon as Dwayne and the boys had left, you prepared your bath. You could finally be alone tonight you thought, you quietly hummed a song carefully watching as the tub filled. You sank into the warm bath, smiling as you felt the warmth caress your skin. Your eyes shut as you lay still enjoying the silence and privacy. You lathered up the shampoo in your hands before messaging it into your scalp, in awe as the sweet scent of strawberries and cream hit your nostrils. The boys always liked to tease the smell of the shampoo even though Paul would steal it occasionally to wash his hair. He'd never admit it but when he started smelling like strawberries and your bottle ran low, all your money was on him. Dwayne felt so bad he got you almost a year's worth of it, claiming he loved the smell.

You washed off your body, almost done with your bath before you heard a noise coming from your room, the boys were never back this early but you assumed they had stopped by to clean up. Quickly, you wrapped your body in your silk robe in case one of the boys came to the bathroom. The cave was silent only the sound of your heart beating as you walked out of the bathroom calling out for your boyfriend. "Dwayne are you back" you called growing worried. You searched around before calling out again "Dwayne?" a loud commotion came from your room followed by the sound of glass shattering across the floor, you rushed over frantically. "Dwayne!" you cried out, you froze holding out your hand to cover your mouth from the sight. Dwayne stood there on the bed with only a bed sheet covering his torso, he leaned against the frame looking like absolute hell. His eyes were glowing bright red, fangs sticking out viscously as he panted, his hair stuck to his drenched skin. He didn't say a word, he just stared at you with fiery eyes, eyeing you like a piece of meat. Your voice caught in your throat, you'd never seen him like this, had something happened during the hunt?

"Dwa- Dwayne. Are you okay?"

Maybe that wasn't the correct thing to ask, but you didn't like the silence. His eyes scanned you, up and down, lips parting as he licked them quickly before they curled up into a sinister smile. Your heart palpitated as you approached the bed cautiously. "What's wrong" You grew worried, reaching out your clammy hand to tap his shoulder.

His skin was hot to the touch, sticky with sweat, was it a fever? he hadn't mouthed a single word. He watched carefully like a predator, you felt in danger something you never felt with Dwayne. He growled as his hips shot up slightly, his cock straining up against the sheet. Your eyes widened, what the hell was going on? You sat next to Dwayne worried, you couldn't imagine what he was going through right now."Dwayne-" you spoke again. He shot up with a deep and low growl, a wide smile grew across his pearly sharp teeth. "You have no idea-" his voice croaked, growing shallow as he crawled closer to you. "How much i’ve missed you" The words slipped out his mouth so smoothly, enticing you.

He yanked the sheet off him as he crawled over you, trapping your body beneath him. A look of pure shock slapped on your face, your eyes shot straight to his pulsating cock. The sight had your thighs shut tightly together, the ache between your legs growing hungry. Your breath caught as his lips drew closer to yours. "fuck- you smell delicious" he groaned, salivating over the natural scent your pheromones exuded.  Dwayne's nose slowly dragged across your neck, taking in the aroma. "Dwayne-" you muttered, his arm reaching over your belly, seizing the ribbon that tied your robe. The move made you shiver, nipples hardening as the cold air hit you. Dwayne groaned in pleasure at the sight, "I'm gonna rip you apart-" He purred. His weathered hands slithered around your neck, gripping it tight. "D- Dway-" You choked, clawing at his arm in an attempt to release yourself from the pressure. He smiled menacingly, enjoying the sight of you squirming right under his tight grip. "Don't worry sweetheart, I won't do anything you don't like" He smirked, letting you free from his grasp. You gasped for air, clutching your neck while desperately trying to catch your breath. He stopped you, locking your hands with his in a tight grasp above your head. "Stop that, you're not making this any easier-" He purred low against your ear "I know exactly what you need" his nose trailed behind your ear, taking in your scent again before licking at the bruise he'd made. Your stomach churned as he sucked your neck, you knew what was coming. Before you could even comprehend it his fangs pierced through your silk skin, pain shocked through your body. You squirmed, whimpering in pain once you felt his canines sink deep into the flesh. Even after feeling this pain so many times, you never grew used to it. You tried your best not to cry but the tears dwelled in your eyes. A deep growl echoed against your neck, Dwayne sucked the mark leaving you lightheaded the more blood he drew. "D-Dwayne" you slurred becoming drowsy, a sign that meant it was time for him to stop. Dwayne pulled away hovering over you, with hot huffs of his breath fanning over you. Blood dripped down from his lips to his chin, he smiled licking that last of the crimson liquid from his teeth "You taste so good".

Your eyes shut in an attempt to avoid his primal stare. The look of his vicious state didn't fail to turn you on, it should have scared you but it didn't, and you didn't want him to know.

"I know, just how much you ache for me, your not very good at hiding it-" he paused "I can smell your arousal" Your eyebrows furrowed with pure shock. Before you could manage to mouth a word Dwayne's mouth wrapped around your bare chest, licking harshly at your peaks. Loud moans escaped your plush lips as slick pooled down your legs. He bit down, shooting pain, pleasure, and ache straight to your core. "Dwayne-" you cried out. He muffled a groan in response, his hot tongue perpetually flicking against your sensitive flesh. "Oh- my-" you whimpered. His heavy veined hands clung to the back of your thighs, spreading them open. Dwayne's hips rolled against yours eagerly pushing his cock against your crotch. "Fuck-" his breath grew shallow, panting like a rabid animal. "You're so- fuckk-" he grunted again, burying his face in your neck, bucking his hips once more. The wet spot between your legs only growing. "You're so wet" He moaned, sweat beads dripping from his body, he couldn't take it anymore his shaft pulsated in pain as it probed your sensitive hole. "Pl- Plea~" You moaned, your throbbing core pitifully clenching around nothing. "Please what darling" he groaned "Tell me~ tell me what you want and I'll give it to you" He whispered against your ear. "I- I need you" You managed to blurt. He purred "Say it, tell Daddy what he wants to hear" 

your lips parted "Daddy please~ ... fuck me" 

His lips curled into a smile kissing your lips

"See how easy that was" he whispered.

To Dwayne, you looked like an angel, a poor innocent soul caught under his sinister grip nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. Your innocence corrupting right under him, he liked that very much. He snarled, thrusting his cock slowly inside you. Your doe eyes rolled back into your skull, as ecstasy shocked through your veins in waves. "Oh~ Daddy" your lips quivered. His cock stretched your cunt vulgarly, slipping in between sticky coats of your juices. He made a deep slow thrust, giving you time to adjust. Embracing every nerve embellished in your walls that welcomed him in." Feels so good- doesn't it?" his breath grew shallow, picking up his pace slightly while you muttered a soft 'yes' against the nape of his neck. "You feel so good around me~" he grunted hingeing his hips against yours. He watched you intently, dark eyes full of pride as the ecstasy cascaded over your small frame with each slow thrust he made.

Your hands clutched his hair, pulling lightly as he buried his face sweaty face into your neck. The light gasps that flowed through your lips soon turned into high-pitched moans, driving Dwayne over the edge.

"I'm gonna bury my fucking seed deep inside you, fuck~ ahh that's what you want don't you" he took a deep long thrust into your core. Leaving you a mumbling mess, he had made a promise to breed you and he intended on fulfilling it. You managed to cry out a "Yes"

"Yes...you'll be the best daddy"

"Fuck~ yes I will!" he grunted

He placed his large hand over your belly pressing against the bulge he made. "feel that princesa that's me- and I'm gonna fill you up so good~ till you make me a daddy" he pressed down hard on your belly again, pumping up into you merciless. Moans and whimpers tumbled from your lips, the only words coherent enough being "yes" and "please" Tears stung in your eyes at the pressure, your walls tightening around him. He growled, rolling his cock deep inside you.

"My~ oh" you mewled, feeling his tip hit your cervix as he pumped into you depravedly.  "Fuck~ feel daddy's dick against your cervix, Princesa?" His eyes fixated on you, your lips quivered as your eyes fluttered shut. Dwayne smirked "Oh yeah you do"

Your nails dug deeper into his back, leaving marks behind.  Lewd noises filled the cave as Dwayne took you raw and rough. You never failed to impress him with how well you took him, you were so tight even after endless hours of fucking you relentlessly.

His body was hungry for more, never satisfied. He panted overheated, completely jackhammering into you. Tears streamed down your face, overstimulated in every sense imaginable. Your head became heavy, shaking along with each vicious thrust that shook your body against the bed. "P-Ple~" you shrieked, unable to even speak the words. It seemed like he had never fucked you so hungrily, something completely snapped inside him. He was a lust-hungry animal. "C'mon baby come for me again" He grew almost angry, almost frustrated completely stuffing you full. Brutally bruising your cervix with every stroke, and that's what broke you. You gripped his vast shoulders, releasing a pornographic moan as your walls compressed around his throbbing cock. Your body quivered uncontrollably with your orgasm "Fuck~ Princesa" he huffed. Dwayne's cock twitched, trembling against your hot walls. His rocking hips slowed, shooting his hot load deep inside your womb. He grunted, body finally relaxing as he spurted the last of his seed even deeper.

“I hope you know Im far from done with you.” He smirked.

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Fuck, this took me forever! It sure was lots of fun though;)

[i-heart-slashers]

The cool night air brushes against your cheeks, carrying the salty tang of the ocean as the boardwalk buzzes with life. You're sandwiched between the four boys, their presence both a comfort and a constant reminder of what lies ahead.

Fireworks are set to light up the Santa Carla sky at midnight to ring in the new year, and tonight feels like a bittersweet celebration—your last New Year's as a human.

It had been a tough talk, but you'd all decided it was time for you to become one of them. David had promised that you could choose when as long as it was sooner rather than later.

They loved you as their little human, sure, but they knew the dangers of letting you stay so fragile when they're not, and they only have so much restraint when it comes to you.

So you asked them to let you have the year, and they agreed - the year came and went quickly. Surprise dates with them, trying to keep up with their lifestyle, and now your day was here.

Going to the annual fireworks show was David's idea, and the terror twins jumped at the chance to go; Dwayne was just happy to be where you are. So that's how you all ended up on the boardwalk pushing past residents of Santa Carla and tourists, which the boys eyed, clearly thinking of dinner later.

Marko's arm is draped casually over your shoulders, his golden curls shining under the neon glow of the boardwalk's lights. He leans close, his lips brushing your ear. "You ready for the big show, sweetheart?" His voice carries its usual mischievous lilt, but you can feel the undercurrent of something deeper, a shadow of the change that's coming.

"Yeah," you reply, trying to sound more confident than you feel. "I'm ready… I think."

David walks just ahead, his leather coat billowing slightly in the breeze. He turns his head to glance at you, his piercing blue eyes catching yours. "Don't let Marko scare you," he says, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Tonight's about us. About making memories."

Paul grins broadly, his arm bumping into strangers as he gestures toward the crowd. "And what better memory than watching fireworks with the hottest girl on the boardwalk?" he teases, earning a laugh from you despite the knot in your stomach.

Dwayne, ever the quiet one, walks on your other side, his hand brushing against yours. When he notices, he takes your hand, his grip firm but reassuring. He doesn't say much, but the way he's been sticking close to you all evening speaks volumes.

The boys guide you through the throng of people, their presence forming an invisible barrier that keeps the chaos of the crowd at bay.

You're acutely aware of how safe you feel with them, how much you've come to trust them despite their predatory nature. They've been your protectors, your lovers, and soon they'll be your eternal companions.

The thought sends a shiver down your spine—part excitement, part fear.

Marko is the first to sense your hesitation. He squeezes your shoulder gently and tilts his head to look at you. "Hey," he murmurs, his hazel eyes soft. "We've got you. Whatever you're feeling, it's okay."

"He's right," Dwayne adds, his voice steady and grounding. "We're in this together."

You nod, drawing strength from their words as you reach a quieter spot on the beach. It's far enough from the main crowd but with a perfect view of the pier and the sky above it.

Marko spreads out a blanket he'd slung over his shoulder back at the cave, and Paul flops down onto it immediately, patting the spot next to him. "C'mon, babe," he says, wiggling his eyebrows. "Best seats in the house."

You laugh and sit beside him, feeling the weight of David's jacket as he drapes it over your shoulders before sitting on your other side. Marko finds a spot by Paul, and Dwayne settles in behind you, his legs framing you as he leans back on their hands, exuding an effortless cool that makes your heart ache with affection.

Paul's hand lays on your thigh, his fingers idly tracing patterns over your skin. "You know, we should make this a tradition," he muses. "Fireworks, the beach, all of us together. What do you think?"

"It sounds fun," you reply, leaning into his touch. He grins, satisfied, and squeezes your thigh just enough for it to tingle.

Marko, ever the playful one, pulls a strand of your hair between his fingers, twisting it absently. "You're stuck with us, you know," he says, his tone light but his words carrying weight. "Forever's a long time. Hope you're ready for it."

"I think I am," you say, meeting his gaze. His smile widens, and he presses a kiss to your temple.

The first firework shoots into the sky, a crackling whistle that ends in a burst of gold and red. The crowd on the boardwalk cheers, their voices mingling with the crashing waves. You feel Marko's hand slide into yours, his fingers warm despite the cool night air.

"It's beautiful," you say, your voice barely above a whisper as your eyes are tilted toward the dark Californian sky, which lights up with various colors for each firework.

"Not as beautiful as you," Paul quips, nudging you playfully. You roll your eyes, but your smile gives you away.

David leans in, his breath warm against your neck. "This is your night," he murmurs. "Your last as a human. How do you feel?" You knew he had been aching to turn you from the moment you'd met them, so this night was just as exciting for him as it was for you.

You take a moment to consider his question, watching as another firework blooms in the sky, this one a brilliant blue that reflects in the ocean below. "I feel… torn," you admit with a rueful smile. "I'll miss some things about being human. But I'm glad I'll have you. All of you."

Dwayne's hand tightens around yours, his silence speaking louder than words. The boys exchange glances, a silent conversation passing between them.

"You'll still be you," Marko says, his voice uncharacteristically serious as he bites his thumb, glancing at you, his eyes trailing your body. "Just… better. Stronger. And we'll be right here with you."

"Forever," Paul adds, his usual playfulness softened by the sincerity in his tone, a vulnerability that was purely him shone in his eyes; he truly was the most sensitive out of them all.

Another firework explodes, painting the sky with silver sparks. The light reflects in David's eyes as he watches you. "No regrets?" he asks, his voice low but firm.

You shake your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "No regrets. I want this. I want you. I want forever and everything that comes with it."

The boys seem to relax at your words; the tension you hadn't even realized was there melting away.

Marko kisses your temple, and David's hand locks around your wrist as he thumbs the pulse there. Paul's hand still rests lightly on your thigh, a grounding presence, while Dwayne shifts so that your back is against his chest, his arms encircling you.

The fireworks continue, each burst more dazzling than the last. You lose yourself in the moment, the colors and sounds blending into a kaleidoscope of sensation.

With the boys around you, their touches and whispers anchoring you, the weight of your impending transformation feels lighter.

David's fingers trace circles on your wrist, his gaze fixed on you rather than the display in the sky. "You're stronger than you think," he says quietly. "And you'll never be alone. Ever."

Paul, never one to stay serious for long, shifts so he's lying across your lap, grinning up at you. "You know, you're gonna be the coolest vampire around," he says, his tone teasing but his eyes warm. "We'll make sure of it."

Marko laughs, leaning over to push Paul's shoulder. "Like she needs your help for that," he says, his grin infectious. He turns to you, his expression softening. "But he's right about one thing. You're gonna be amazing."

Dwayne kisses the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. "We'll take care of you," he says, his voice steady and certain. "Always."

As the finale begins, a cascade of fireworks lights up the sky rapidly, and you feel a swell of emotion. This is it, the last human memory you'll carry with you. But as you look at the boys, their faces illuminated by the vibrant glow, you know it's worth it.

When the last firework fades, and the crowd erupts into applause, the boys turn their attention back to you. "Happy New Year, babe," Paul says, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips.

"Happy New Year," Marko echoes, his kiss lingering a little longer.

Dwayne cups your face, his thumb brushing your cheek, tilting your head so he can look into your eyes. "To forever," he murmurs before kissing you deeply.

Finally, David tilts your chin up, his dark eyes searching yours. "We'll take care of you," he promises before sealing it with a kiss, his words truthful, and the promise was made firmly.

They were yours whether you liked it or not.

As the boys pull you into a group hug, their warmth enveloping you, you feel a sense of peace. The future might be uncertain, but one thing is clear: you'll face it together.

And for that, you're ready.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Markos at Daily Kos:

It’s been a weird few months as we liberals have come to terms with the reality of yet another four years of Donald Trump-fueled chaos, instability, hatred, and insanity. Unlike 2017, when outraged liberals took the streets in resistance, it seems many of us are just shrugging our shoulders this time.  This is their America. They are welcome to wallow in it.  And Civiqs polling, visualized by The New York Times, confirms it.  [...] Among all respondents, those saying they’re angry have gone from 29% to 16%. Yes, a big chunk of that is happy conservatives. But among Democrats, we’ve gone from 10% angry while former President Joe Biden was running, to 6% angry when Vice President Kamala Harris was running, to 13% today. 

We just haven’t seen an outpouring of liberal anger, and the reason is clear: We warned Americans about what would happen if Trump was reelected, and they didn’t listen. They believed Trump’s lies about Harris, refused to believe him about his plans, and ushered in the dumbest, most incompetent president in history back into office.  We’re not angry. We’re shrugging our shoulders, saying, “You fucked around. Having fun finding out.”  One of the harsh realities of the Republican Party is that it is heavily composed of white, non-college-educated Americans, while Democrats are largely a white-collar, college-educated party. Biden funneled billions of dollars into red counties and states to rebuild shattered rural economies, bailed out the Teamsters, and enacted the strongest pro-labor agenda since former President Franklin D. Roosevelt—and voters, by and large, rewarded him and his Democratic Party by bringing back Trump.  Trump won those making $50,000 or less by 2 percentage points, after Biden won them by 11 points in 2020, according to exit polls (which are not perfect). And while the exit polls don’t break out income and race, it’s clear that poor white voters went overwhelmingly for Trump.  Non-college-educated white voters—a decent proxy for income attainment—voted for Trump 66% to 32%. Meanwhile, college-educated white voters backed Harris 53% to 45%. Among all college graduates, Harris won 56% to Trump’s 42%. So it’s not surprising that among voters making more $100,000, Harris won them 51% to 47%.  A significant number of Democrats also live in blue states, which have the kind of social safety nets to insulate their residents from some of Trump's promised abuses. Obviously, lots of Democrats will still suffer under the Trump administration, but his own voters will likely bear the brunt of it—and that takes some of the sting out of Harris’ loss. It’s easier to suffer the consequences when we see his own voters (as well as nonvoters) realize the error of their ways. 

Markos Moulitsas writes for Daily Kos that certain Democrats are shrugging instead of going all out outrage over a 2nd term is because Trump voters have fucked around and found out the disastrous consequences of their vote.

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started; 11.14.23

not proof read

“ hey- ”

voices could be heard - someone talking. someone with a deep, yet soft rumble of vocals. his voice, it sounded all too familiar. yet- as your eyes blink open, only to shut again, you can barely register the tone and the words he spoke.

It's like everything was under water, but you definitely knew it was a man speaking to you. his presence even seemed familiar... comforting. you knew everything was okay, that you're absolutely fine, but that didn't stop your subconscious from panicking at your will.

“ dwayne... ” you croaked, tiredness in your tone. your words slurred, while your eyes slowly blinked. once, twice... your vision still wouldn't focus.

you heard whispering, and then footsteps. why did the slapping of those shoes sound familiar? like... sneakers, almost.

as you felt the rough skin of someone else's against your hand, you jerked, surprised. “ hey... ” it was that voice again. though, this time around it was quieter; softer. “ it's me, baby.. It's only me. ”

“ dwayne? ” you exhaled, trying to force your eyes open this time. your movements were futile at first, unable to properly move your eyelids. It's as if you were under sedation, or a drug- but eventually you cracked your lids open just enough to make out the blurriness of a figure.

tan skin... his hair looked darker. at least, you think it's his hair. you couldn't actually tell. “ dwayne..? ” your voice came out just the tiniest bit louder this time, while you squinted, trying to focus your eyes.

a small chuckle could be heard. you heard a sound, like someone shuffling their feet- before the uncomfortable object you lied on dipped. was it a bed?

your hand moved, just slightly. you felt crumpled softness, that was luke warm under your tingly fingers. by the texture of it, the fabric definitely felt like sheets. and, now that you were slowly coming to, you could feel the bounciness of a pillow behind your head.

“ hey, princess. ” dwayne's husked voice is what made you look up - given that it was right next your ear, now, you were startled. but he soothed you, by running a hand over your hip and down to your stomach.

It made you realize something.

why was there no bump?

and also... beeping? how did you just now hear that?

“ where's my baby...? ” you whispered, moving your own hand messily to feel at your abdomen. your movements were staggered, hand shaky. as you press down, you wince- it hurt. your stomach hurt, as did the space in between your legs.

your whole body was achy, actually. not actually in pain, but it's almost like those cold, bitter chills you get when having the flu. or those aches you'll get in your limbs after a workout if you don't do stretches. It was irritating, but not necessarily painful.

still, it made you question-

dwayne's amusement filled chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts again.

feeling a hand run through your hair, only for a kiss to be pressed to your forehead, you... instantly relaxed. dwayne's touch and caring nature always calmed you. even though you were still internally panicking, though, you somehow knew everything was alright.

“ he's in the nicu, honey. ” dwayne rasped into your ear, the hand that was on your stomach moving to wrap over your own. his thicker fingers squeezed inbetween your smaller ones; gently cradling your hand. “ he's safe. I wouldn't let anything happen to our son. ”

oh, right- that's right. It was slowly coming back to you...

although your mind was very foggy from the pain medication that was pumped into your veins, you can somewhat remember what had happened. your water broke- inbetween, you remember being rushed into an ambulance. then, through the halls of ghe hospital, dwayne refusing to leave your side while paul and marko whooped in the background.

you briefly remember david smacking them on the heads and telling them it wasn't the time to be goofing around. It made you crack a small smile.

but, that led to the painful memory. 16 hours of hard labor. from then on, your memory was spotty. all you could recall was voices that faded in and out.

“ how much did he weigh? ” you mumbled, managing to finally flutter your eyes open. the light in the room was dim, thankfully, but you still squinted because you weren't used to it.

you could feel dwayne's fingers cascade down the back of your scalp, and over your nape. “ seven pounds, eight ounces. ” his hand ghosted over the top of your back, where your shoulders connected. It made you shiver with a grin. “ he has your eyes... little guy wouldn't stop crying, though. ”

that.. that's what made you frown. “ I didn't even get to hold him.. ” you sighed, only to maneuver your hips back. you used your thigh as a crutch, to turn your body and face dwayne - but not without muttering a ‘ damn it ’ under your breath from the twinge of pain that shot down your tailbone.

“ careful. ” the male's hands moved to help you- and usually, you'd insist on doing things yourself, but you let dwayne guide you down this time around. your body was much too shaky and just tje gesture itself warmed your heart.

once you guys were face to face, your eyes flickered up to meet his own. “ hi. ” you whispered, letting out a tired giggle after. he grinned back, those dark eyes of his flittering over your face.

“ hi, gorgeous. ” he whispered back, raising his palm to cup your cheek. dwayne leaned in, capturing your lips in a small kiss.

you pulled back immediately, a grimace taking over your face. “ wait- ” your palm pressed to his chest. “ I haven't brushed my teeth.. ”

dwayne paused. he stared at you in disbelief- is that actually what you cared about right now? “ y/n, baby. ” he sighed out a chuckle. “ I don't care. ” his lips lowered to your once more. “ my mate just gave birth to our child... ” his hand moved, thumb rolling to rub over your bottom lip. “ I'd love to kiss her, bad breath or not. ”

a silence settled over you as you stared him in the eyes, struggling to hold back a smile. dwayne was always so sweet, and caring, and considerate- and he just didn't care. that's what you loved about him, and the other boys. they were all unique little hooligans that just somehow, someway, managed to wriggle into your heart and into the depths of your soul by acting themselves. It was... amazing.

soothing, to know that.

“ then kiss me. ” you finally stated in a mere mumble. dwayne didn't need to be told twice, though- he was on you as soon as permission was granted.

your giggles and exchanged words could be heard all tge way into the hallway of the floor. the doctor, who overheard you two, smiled to herself. she hated to interrupt the moment, especially since you had finally managed to fight off the sleepiness from the pain medication- but of course, it was to benefit you both.

“ mrs. l/n? ” the light knock to the door caught your attention. you stopped your little wrestle with dwayne, who was busy kissing at your neck, to look up curiously and towards the door.

the female smiled, “ hello. I'm dr winslow, I'm the one who delivered your son. I'm guessing you don't recall, by the look on your face. ”

you cleared your throat. dwayne had pulled back by now, to give you space to talk. however, he was still lying beside you; encouragingly rubbing circles into your hip. “ uh, no- I don't. ” your voice came out quiet, since you'll still weren't fully awake. “ but- it's a pleasure to meet you. thank you for making sure my baby is alright. ” you paused, thinking those words over. “ he is alright, isn't he? ”

dr winslow chuckled, nodding her head. “ yes, he's completely fine. he's as healthy as a horse. though, ” she chewed on the tip of her pen while looking over your chart, trying not to laugh. “ I've never seen such a new born cry as much as him. I'm guessing he really must want his mother. ”

your heart could have melted right then and there. thank god it didn't; you didn't want to die before meeting your son.

“ can.. can I see him? ” you questioned softly, playing with the fabric of the blanket between your finger tips. It was a nervous habit of yours, to just randomly toy with things when anxiety creeped up. but dwayne immediately took notice and curled his hand around your wrist to soothe you.

the doctor smiled to you, showing that there was nothing to be nervous about. “ of course. I'll have your nurse fetch you something to drink, and then we'll see how well you can stand. If your balance isn't too bad, we can try walking - but, if you need any assistance, we'll get you a wheelchair. ”

a grateful, sheepish grin graced your lips. “ thank you, so much. I really appreciate it. ”

“ anytime, ” she nodded, before turning and stepping out of the room, shutting the door on the way out.

you were so excited, sitting there and smiling to yourself. you never thought you'd see yourself in a position like this one; in a hospital bed, with your son in the nicu not too far away.

your son.

your son.

you had a son now.

.. nothing stopped you from excited squealing, and hitting your face into the blanket before you.

dwayne, of course, could only watch with wide eyes.

[miragiri-haruto]

✨ Marko WIP ✨

So… I kinda lied 🤥 David’s gonna have a sketch I swear, but I’m starting a digital piece for Marko.

More semi-realistic this time and I’m contemplating whether to keep it black and white or to color it 🤔