#Or maybe end up waiting at specific stations. Idk

[saxifactumterritum]

I have road rage from trying to travel on a train. Why do some seats face backwards?? Why don't people sit down?? Why is this lady asking me to go past her when there is clearly not space? Why is the train? Who are all these people and why are they not at home they are in my way! Also why, if the trains are always so busy (they are) are there not more services, carriages, anything??

Why have they waited until a bridge is irreparably broken to do maintenance, so now there are replacement busses, which are also too full? Why am I being charged huge amount of money for this shit service? Why is it £10 less to get returns to two diff stations and split my journey in 2? Why is it £10 more expensive to get a 9.33am train when the expensive time ends at 9.34am? That's ONE MINUTE.

Oh EDIT: THEY HAVE TWO. EMPTY. FIRST CLASS CARRIAGES NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO SIT IN. seriously they go through and make you move if you sit down. Even if the hallways are so crammed people fall out when the doors open. This is a thing.

[pure-smut]

addicted.

featuring: Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader

contains: college!Sukuna, groping on public transport (exhibitionism maybe??), a smidge dubcon, orgasm denial, missionary, mating press, size k*nk, Sukuna is a stalker and super possessive/toxic, unprotected s*x

word count: 2.6k

note: all characters are aged up to 21+!

MDNI | 18+ content

series: 1. infatuated | 2. obsessed | 3. addicted | 4. toxic | 5. feral

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a/n: thank you so much for all the love this series has gotten!! kinda feel like this maybe isn't the end?? idk i feel like sukuna's got more tricks up his sleeve so lmk if you'd like to see more~

It’s been a few days since you had that wet dream about Ryomen Sukuna and you still can’t get it out of your head.

Weird enough that it had come completely out of the blue – it’s not like you’d really thought about him since you slept together – but it was so vivid. The feel of his tongue on your throbbing clit, broad and deft as he made you cum on his tongue.

You shudder, growing wetter even as you remember it.

You’d seen him around campus a few times but despite his usual intense look, he hadn’t acted any different to before. You didn’t mind – despite being a great night, you knew Sukuna was a fuckboy through and through. You have no interest in spending more time than necessary with a guy who couldn’t give a shit about you.

So, you’d ignored him back.

Except for that wet dream.

You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the memory, wrapping your arms around yourself. You’re at the train station, waiting with a thick crowd of commuters as you wait on your train home. You usually leave class a bit later than everyone else, staying behind to study, specifically so you could avoid the crush of people at rush hour. But today, your textbooks were getting delivered and the timeslot was less than convenient, forcing you to rush home with everyone else.

You try to make yourself small as the train arrives and you’re swept up with the crowd.

Everyone files on quietly, squishing themselves into the cramped space. You mumble a few apologies as you press into the commuters around you, finding a corner that you can face, hugging your bag to your chest. The train shudders as it starts up but you’re so crushed into the corner, you don’t even sway at it moves. You sigh heavily. It’s going to be a long journey home.

You start to zone out, wishing you’d thought to bring your earphones so you could at least listen to some music. When you feel a hand on your hip, you don’t even register it, assuming it’s someone in the crowd squeezing past. It’s only when you feel hot breath on the top of your head and the hand slides lower, touching your bare thigh, that you jolt.

You try to turn around but you’re pressed into the corner, not able to move. You heart hammers in your chest, your breath catching. Some random pervert is feeling you up!

What do I do?! You think to yourself, panicked.

And then you hear him.

“Relax, baby.” Sukuna’s voice is low so only you can hear, his mouth against the shell of your ear.

You freeze.

“S…Sukuna?!” you squeak.

“Shh,” he hushes you, his thumb tracing circles on your thigh. “Keep quiet for me, angel.”

You risk a quick glance behind you, but Sukuna’s large frame covers you completely, blocking you from view. You twist your neck to look up and see him grinning down at you.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hi,” you say back, blinking. “What are you-?”

Before you can even ask, he’s answered you. Sukuna’s hand moves up your thigh and under your skirt, cupping your panty-clad pussy. You gasp and Sukuna tuts in your ear.

“Be quiet, remember?” he says firmly.

You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry, but give a small nod. Despite the absurdity of the situation, a weird thrill runs up your spine at how brazen he is. You’re in public. Anyone could see. The train rocks on the tracks and Sukuna takes the opportunity to slip his fingers under your panties.

You bite back a gasp.

“Good girl,” Sukuna purrs.

He starts to stroke small circles around your clit, already slippery with your arousal. Your body responds to him on instinct and you spread your thighs slightly, allowing him more access.

The train stutters to a halt. You remain rooted to the spot, unmoving, as people file off and on the train. Thankfully, it remains full to the brim, so no one notices Sukuna groping you in the corner. You only breathe when the train starts moving again.

“Tell me something,” Sukuna says lowly. “Who were you speaking to earlier?”

Your mind is foggy with lust, too focussed on his fingers playing with your pussy in public. You blink several times, trying to understand his question.

“Um…” You falter as he applies more pressure, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. “W-who?”

Sukuna growls in your ear and he pulls his fingers away. You fight the urge to whine, your clit still needy.

“Don’t play dumb.” His voice is quiet enough for only you to hear but has a dangerous undercurrent. “That white-haired jackass.”

You furrow your brow, confused. You had bumped into one of your classmates earlier outside your work and had ended up chatting to him for maybe ten minutes. But how did Sukuna know about that? And why was he angry?

You’re jolted from your thoughts as Sukuna lightly slaps your pussy.

“Well?”

“T-that was just a c-classmate,” you stammer out.

“You seemed awfully cosy with him.”

“How would you know?” you shoot back, a nugget of defiance forming in your chest. “And why do you even care?”

“I care,” Sukuna whispers in your ear and it sounds more like a threat than reassurance. “I care a lot.”

Your breath catches in your chest as Sukuna’s fingers return to your puffy clit, stroking it again. You nearly groan but bite your lip to contain it.

“Does he get to do this to you?” Sukuna asks. “Does anyone but me get to touch you like this?”

“N-no. Of course not.” You’re trying to keep the waver out of your voice but the way he’s rubbing your sensitive bud is making your knees weak.

His deft fingers quickly bring you to the brink. You press your back against his hard stomach and chest, stifling your moans as Sukuna dips a finger between your folds to gather more of your slick. You tilt your head back, resting it against his chest as your breathing turns ragged. You’re nearly there. You’re so close.

And then Sukuna pulls his hand away, withdrawing out from under your skirt completely.

“What…” you puff out, frustration and surprise colouring your cheeks.

Before you can twist your head to ask him what he thinks he’s doing, Sukuna intertwines his fingers with yours. As the train stutters to the next stop, he pushes through the crowd like a battering ram, pulling you by your hand behind him.

“Where are we going?” you protest. “I don’t live at this stop.”

“I do.”

Sukuna drags you out of the station but once you’re free of the rush hour crowds, he slows his pace, letting you walk in step beside him. You notice he doesn’t drop your hand.

You open your mouth several times to ask what he’s doing but the answer is obvious. He wants to fuck. Why, is the bigger question. Why when he could have any girl he wants, at least for a night. So that's what you ask him.

“Why me?”

Sukuna brings you to his front door, an eyebrow cocked as he pulls his keys free.

“What kind of a question is that?” He rolls his eyes.

“Why do you want me?” you insist.

Sukuna sighs, slotting in his keys and opening the front door. He drags you in, slamming the door closed before pushing you against it.

“Because you’re mine,” he states plainly.

Mine.

The word echoes in your mind as Sukuna dips his head to kiss you roughly. His lips part yours, his tongue demanding entrance. You open yourself to him as he grabs you loosely by the throat.

“You’ve been making me wait,” Sukuna groans into your mouth. “You’ve been testing my patience.”

Before you can question him, he scoops his large hands under your ass and picks you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around him.

“You’re not working tomorrow,” he says, almost a question but not quite.

“How do you know that?”

“Yes or no?” he ignores you, carrying you through the hall and into his bedroom.

“N-no.”

“Good. We’re not leaving this house for two days.”

Sukuna doesn’t ask you. He tells you.

He throws you on the bed before lying on top of you, pressing his mouth against yours to swallow any protests. His hand tangles in your hair at the back of your head, cradling your skull against his palm. His lips are soft even as his kisses are rough, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. Between his prolonged teasing on the train and his annoyingly good kisses, you feel your thighs growing slick with how turned on you are.

You snake a hand to the back of his neck, fingers gliding through his soft, pink hair. Sukuna grinds his crotch against yours, the friction making your clit throb. You whine with need.

“Let me cum,” you beg. “You got me so close before.”

“Say it again.”

“Let me cum, Sukuna.”

“Again.”

“Please! Please let me cum, Sukuna.”

He pulls back to grin at you.

“That’s all you had to say, angel.”

Sukuna reaches down to undo his jeans, pulling his cock free. You know he’s big, the memory of working it inside you still imprinted on your mind, but seeing it in person again makes your eyes widen.

“You were too tight last time, baby,” Sukuna coos, stroking himself. “Need to loosen you up first.”

Sukuna moves his hand from his cock to your clit, resuming his previous tight circles. Your back arches and your nails sink into the hard muscles of his shoulders. Sukuna uses his other hand to tug your shirt up, exposing your breasts. Still playing with your pussy, he latches his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling at it.

“Ah!” you whimper, the combined sensations overcoming you.

Sukuna feels you wriggling beneath him and pins you down at your hip, forcing you to stay in position. Your breathing gets short as you squeeze your eyes shut, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train.

You cry out Sukuna’s name as he makes you cum on his fingers, finally fulfilling the promise his touch made on the train. Sukuna talks you through it, his cock responding to the sweet noises you make because of him. With a satisfied smile, he pulls his hand back.

You collapse back onto the bed, dazed, as the head of Sukuna’s hard cock nudges at your entrance.

“Keep your legs spread for me, baby,” he commands. “There’s a good girl.”

Still coming down from the high of your orgasm, you’re pliant and obedient. You push your thighs apart, resting them on the cut of Sukuna’s hip muscles as he leans forward over you. Sukuna’s fat mushroom tip meets your hole and then slowly, so slowly, he pushes it inside you.

Your breath hitches, your brows scrunching up in the middle. You look down to see him splitting you in half, his cock stretching you so deliciously.

“Ah-!” you gasp. “Fuck, it’s so big…”

Sukuna doesn’t stop himself from grinning. He’s never been on top before, never thought anyone could take him like this. But he knows you can. And he’s willing to be patient for it.

Your pussy is slick and relaxed from your orgasm, stretching to accommodate Sukuna as he sinks himself another few inches inside you. He’s only halfway but the feel of your walls pulsing around him is setting his skin on fire. He grits his teeth and pulls back slightly, fucking you with a few shallow pumps to spread your juices along his cock.

You feel heavenly. He could cum just like this but he knows you can do more. He can wait.

Sukuna pulls your legs up, hooking your ankles over his shoulders so he can go deeper. He presses himself further, your welcoming pussy swallowing another few inches, your lips wrapping around him so tight.

You fist the bedsheets next to you, his cock rubbing against every nerve along your walls.

“S-Sukuna!” you cry out.

“You can take it, baby,” he soothes you, holding himself agonisingly still to let you get used to him. “You did before.”

You know he’s right – in fact, you made a point of taking his entire cock last time, just to spite him. And you don’t want him to stop, not really. You’ve never been with anyone who’s reached so deep inside you before. It feels strangely intimate, this secret thing that you only share with Sukuna.

Sukuna waits until you stop squirming before moving again. He’s so close, only an inch or two left. He thrusts in and out a few more times, drawing another whimper from your lips, before sinking in fully.

The front of his thighs meet the back of your ass, pressed together as he leans some of his weight down on you. Your lips fall open, a million curses waiting at the back of your throat, but all you can think is – you feel so full.

“Your pussy was made for me,” Sukuna groans, teeth gritted.

That’s exactly how you feel. He fits so snugly inside you, so tight and stretched, the thick ridges of his cock dragging so perfectly along your plush walls. Sukuna starts to thrust, keeping himself deep, never wanting to leave the warmth of you for long, and every stroke sends you hurtling towards another orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Sukuna’s eyes are glued on where your bodies meet, at where his girth slides in and out of you, coated in your juices.

He’s addicted to the way you sound, the lewd squelch of your pussy, the desperate moans from your lips. He’s obsessed with the feel of you around him, swallowing him whole. He’s infatuated with how you look, folded beneath him as he fucks you, your face contorted in the pleasure he’s giving you. Beautiful. Perfect.

He is never letting you go.

Sukuna picks up his pace, hips rolling. Your bodies are both coated in a thin sheen of sweat, the sounds of slapping flesh filling the room.

“You’re mine,” Sukuna growls. “Say it back to me.”

You’re delirious, drunk off the feel of his cock pistoning in and out of you. When you look up at him, your eyes are half-lidded and glazed.

“I’m yours,” you breathe.

“You going to ignore me again?”

Sukuna punctuated each syllable with another brutal snap of his hips. You cry out, so close to cumming even as your pussy aches.

“No!” you sob. “Never.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’m yours, Sukuna. I belong to you!”

“Good fucking girl.”

Sukuna leans down further to kiss you roughly, his tongue lapping at yours without breaking pace. His cock rubs against just the right spot and you dive headfirst into another orgasm.

Sukuna feels you cream on his cock, your pussy like a vice grip around him. It’s enough to bring him to his own finish. He tips his head back, a flurry of curses falling from his lips as you feel him spill thick ropes of cum inside you.

Your thighs fall to either side of him as Sukuna half-collapses on top of you, chest heaving. You hold him to you, pressing soft kisses against his neck.

“Sukuna…” you say quietly, unsure.

He rolls over to the side of you, pulling you with him so you’re lying tucked into the side of him, your cheek pressed against his chest.

“I meant it,” Sukuna says, seeming to understand you even without you asking. “You’re mine.”

He looks down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“And I’m yours. Always.”

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[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Ambrose part 1

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Pairing: Bo Sinclair x reader x Vincent Sinclair

Warnings: Bo's a little creepy

A/n: i want to make this a series so this is only part 1 of idk. I also might change the title cuz I don't like it, and Vincent isn't on this first part but will be in others

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You'd been walking for what felt like forever be for you reached the small town called Ambrose.

Your car had broke down five miles away luckily ware your tire popped was close enough for you to see a sign telling you about a wax museum not too far. Following the signs your ended up in the small town hoping to find help. When you passed the welcome sign you saw there was a gas station and walked to it and pushed the glass door open.

The bell above the door rang and you saw a man in a mechanic jumpsuit and a hat with his feet up on the desk at the front of the store. He sees you and smiles.

"Hello Darlin' Names Bo, what brings you to Ambrose?" You give him your name "My car broke down a few miles form here" you say "Awh poor thing got a flat tire?" You give him a confused look "Yeah actually how'd ya know?" "well darlin' that's about 97% of all problems on this road." He laughs "I assume you ain't from around' here" "Nah just passing through" you awnser shorty

"where you headin'?" Bo looks you up and down for a moment, taking in your figure and face."No specific place" "just travelling for fun?" He grins, raising one eyebrow, his gaze lingering on your body for a few seconds before returning to your eyes. "Something like that" you give a tight liped smile.

Bo smirks, leaning back in his chair "well darlin' you're a long ways from any type of civilization" "So I've noticed" you give a slight ackward chuckle. Bo chuckles back, watching you carefully, taking in your features and the way your dress hugs your curves. "So ya think ya could fix my tire for me? I don't know anything about cars so I'm kinda helpless" Bo grins, standing up and stepping closer to you "I can help ya with that, darlin', and maybe more" you give him a confused look again "More? what's that supposed to mean?" You ask Bo grins even wider, his eyes lingering at the hem of your dress "ain't nothin to worry bout" he looks you in the eyes. "why don't you wait here for me while I go change into some cleaner clothes then we can change that tire of your's" "Okay... Yeah that works" "great, I won't keep you waiting for long darlin'," Bo smiles, "make yourself comfortable" Bo says walking to what you assume is the bathroom of the shop.

'what a strange guy' you think to yourself 'strange but hot'

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BO-nus cuz this is cute

Part 2

[rotisseries]

WHAT WAS THAT THING YOU EXPLAINED TO ME AGES AGO FOR WAITING ROOM ABOUT HOW TO LISTEN TO SONGS THAT ARENT ON SPOTIFY ??? I NEED RED FLANNEL GEORGIA AND I NEED IT NOW

AKAJDFJSKFKS OK THIS IS MY FAVORITE SPOTIFY FEATURE YAY!! relying on people to have uploaded things as a podcast sucks so bad because they get taken down a lot and also it breaks up the vibe because the title and artist are always something random and the little picture is just a sunset or whatever idk IT BREAKS UP THE VIBE

so you can do this from any device, (i prefer to do it from my computer though for reasons that'll be explained later) and if you have spotify premium you'll also be able to listen to it on all devices, but first thing you're going to do is go into your account settings and turn on the local files option

once you do that, it'll access any downloaded audio files you have, and you can listen to them on that device. they'll be stored in a spotify playlist named local files, similar to the liked songs one. (i would also recommend making a separate folder for the songs you want downloaded on spotify, at least on the computer, i know you can change which folder it takes from there. otherwise you might end up with random audio you downloaded for something specific in your spotify library.)

if you have premium, you can also turn on spotify on other devices, and add the song you downloaded to an actual playlist

and it'll sync up on all your devices and you can download the playlist on every device. if you don't have premium though you'll either have to download it on every device or you can only listen to it on the first one you downloaded it on.

now for actually getting the song. this is really simple I tend to go straight to youtube and it's usually pretty easy to find the song I want, and then I just put the link into a youtube to mp3 converter (dodging the hot moms in my area. maybe next time ladies) and then I download it. make sure it's in the right folder and boom! I now have mitski's cover of let's get married to cry to on demand! soundcloud also works though obviously because any audio file will do, and a lot of unreleased songs get uploaded to soundcloud, and there’s a handy little download button right there and you don't need an account! great if you run into a song that isn't on youtube. totally unrelated but I have phoebe bridger's cover of iris downloaded

now. reasons I tend to do it from my computer specifically.

1. most shady websites are just easier to navigate lol. it's twice as hard to deal with pop ups when things are also rotating your phone screen around. so yeah i'd prefer to hit up the mp3 converter from my laptop

2. if you have any songs where the only video for it has an annoying intro or outro, it can be easier to edit it out. like lil nas x's cover of jolene was from the youtube channel for some fucking radio station or whatever so I had to edit that out. and my laptop's native audio file player has a trimming option, so I didn't have to download extra software like I would on my phone

3. and most importantly to me, you can make it aesthetically pleasing. when you just download the audio file it won't have an album picture and it won't have an artist name it'll only have whatever the file name is as a title, which you can change obviously but it doesn't fix the rest of it. on the computer it is so easy to download a metadata editor, and you can edit the file's metadata however you want and it'll have the little artist line and the album if you want and you can put whatever picture goes with the song but this is of course not required it just matters a lot to me personally

anyway have fun!

[crescentpaws]

OK CAR RIDE QUESTIONS 4 U (you don’t have to answer all of them im just also bored rn)

do you like to listen to music/podcasts on a car journey?

if so any recs?

favourite gas station snack?

hmmm…. what do you think fintan would do on a road trip… he seems like a doritos guy 2 me…

GETTING OFF TOPIC. what’s the best fast food place/place for road trip lunch?

worst road trip Event that makes you wanna commit arson

(like him… IM GETTING OFF TOPIC !)

ok man i give up i canf think of anything else roadtrip related. do you have a favourite fintan line/moment?

do you think he qualifies as doomed by the narrative?

whats your ideal shannon-be-damned fintan endgame (purposely vague— death/redemption/yaoi/all at once/secret fifth thing whatever you desire)

whats the funniest theory you have for unravelled? personally ithink keefes gonna meet alvar at the pride parade

when you rotate fintan in your head is it like a smooth 3d animation or the pear wiggler or a washing machine or?

1. yes i am an avid music enjoyer

2. idk man i just listen to set it off

3. can’t go wrong with candy & potato chips

4. i dunno about snacks but. he would be the guy in the passenger seat that props his feet up on the dash…. but in an annoying & distracting way. if he had the back seat all to himself he would sprawl out dramatically. & if he was the one driving he would definitely do random swerves & sudden accelerations/breaks just to annoy other drivers/the other people in the car. he is an asshole.

also i think any elf on a road trip would be complaining “are we there yet” because they’re too used to light leaping and don’t know how to wait more than a few minutes to travel somewhere.

but fintan would definitely prefer car drives over plane flights…. specifically because he would find it agonizing to be that high up in the atmosphere (therefore closer to the sun & everblaze) without being able to use his ability. he would squeeze himself into the tiny plane bathroom and have a breakdown.

5. augh i don’t know….. i’m a picky eater so there’s not many places i’ll go tbh….

6. any bathroom inconveniences…. i will kill someone

8. fav fintan line has got to be “sorry i’m late. the security here is murder” bc he had no right to say that wtf 😭😭😭 actually worst person ever he sucks so much. other fav peace summit lines are “there’s no need to be offended. being superior isn’t all it’s cracked up to be” and “how predictable of you” because i love it when he is an arrogant sarcastic bitch.

top 3 fintan scenes are the peace summit, his memory break, and his healing i think (not in any particular order). but also i love his “surprise” when he reveals that he’s still alive in book 4 becahse WHY IS HE SUCH A SMUG LITTLE FUCKER. hate that bitch (i love him so much)

9. i think it depends on how you look at it. young baby councillor fintan is definitely doomed i think. but evil bitch neverseen fintan has deliberately chosen all his actions and therefore i think is more doomed by himself than the narrative if anything. obviously though the series hasn’t ended yet so. we’ll have to see.

10. ALL AT ONCE‼️💥💥 in all seriousness though i have conflicting opinions…. i wouldn’t like a redemption arc because i know all that would mean would be him helping out the main characters from within his prison…. and i am not content with him rotting in prison for all of eternity. but i KNOW if he breaks out the series will have to end with him dying… which i also don’t want…. but i’d be more ok with his death if it was actually intense and emotional and dramatic unlike literally all the other neverseen deaths so far……. i think bronte should kill him homoerotically i think that would be neat.

11. keefe gets rabies 🔥🔥 maybe he somehow gets a british accent also…. idk. also if i’m forced to read a whole keefe book he better mention fintan at least once… just for me…….. (i need him to recap his time in the neverseen pls that would actually make me excited to read the book)

12. low quality image of him spinning around like he’s on a spinny chair (but there is no chair & he is just floating)

[stylecouncil]

if you could arrange a music festival, where would it be, who would play and what would the theme be?

my backyard. but if not my backyard then idk a field near my backyard. the theme would be “morgan (at this particular moment in time)” and the artists would be an inxs intro at their wembley peak but playing my favorite selections. then we take it down a bit for hunky dory era bowie (there will be more bowie later). into the smiths right before their break up with the conclusion being johnny marr’s evaporation and morrissey transforming into 1992 live in dallas morrissey or maladjusted tour morrissey spending on how I feel that day and we get a recreation of a famous stage storming. this then cuts into a sam’s town era killers preforming sam’s town and hot fuss selections and then what’s that? a selections from desired effect interlude. oh now its suddenly modern brandon flowers and he’s performing pressure machine front to back just for me. and then? the entirety of the killers at glastonbury 2019. including the pet shop boys interlude but this time extended to include other parts of their catalogue of my choosing. end scene. oh wait they’re coming back out. who’s with them? we transition into dustland with springsteen. springsteen slowly de-ages through the years and we go through my favorite points of his catalogue. courtney love comes out and throws a shoe at my head and I thank her. surprise tyler the creator frank ocean reunion. the 1975 interlude (I have to). robbie williams and madonna both walk onto the stage. what happens next? who knows. bowie is back. what’s this? its young americans bowie slowly transition into station to station think white duke bowie. oh and now it’s heroes era bowie with the little brown mullet performing selections from his entire catalogue. enter marc bolan for a few selections and some bowie duetting. and who’s that? lou reed is here to perform my personal selections from his catalogue and duet with bowie on satellite of love. what’s that? oh it’s paul weller. is it jam or style council paul weller? who knows but he’s playing all my favorites. pete doherty acoustic interlude. followed by a the format reunion live at the mayan theatre themed. dog man star suede/ the holy bible manic street preachers section. enter the kinks. 1969-1971 kinks specifically. now we transition to the noel gallagher portion of the evening. (paul weller also pops back out to play on a few) maybe we even get oasis at the heights of its powers. again it depends on how I feel that day. I think I would want the year 2000 oasis on their come down actually. we end everything on don’t look back in anger.

[kamiversee]

KAMMMIIIIII that last chapter was AMAZING (also yes the theories on sukuna blackmailing gojo were RIGHT RAAAAAHH)!!!! ok ok ok so here’s the parallels/new info we’ve got so far:

- this is why gojo HATES when the reader calls herself a whore (esp thinking about after she hooks up w sukuna and gojo is driving her and he gets MAD about it)

- this is also why gojo insists on making her hate him bc he knows that’s the whole point, he knows he’s not completely clear of his obsession but he finally understands that what he did was wrong and he can’t let her love him in the way he wants

- YES the stuff abt choso being on there bc sukuna knew she would have feelings for him!!! im still a firm believer that it’s bc sukuna feels bad about what happened w choso and wants to make it up to him in some way but idk if we’ll get to see that through

- ALSO a few sukuna thoughts: sooooo was he being stalked by his ex, the one he ended up hitting? bc he talks about being afraid, and the whole “never let a woman take away what makes you a man” thing could be because he was scared by the situation? idk that just felt too personal

- i also don’t think we ever found out who actually hurt sukuna the night of his party and gave him that bruise (i thought you said at one point that it wasn’t gojo but tbh my brain is a little mushy so that might be wrong), i don’t have many theories on that one just yet but we will be cooking hmmm

- i’ve been SAYIN it but like yes what gojo did was bad. full stop. but! he also really did seem to grow throughout TFL and the idea of him being blackmailed by sukuna makes him much much more sympathetic!!! like he knows you don’t have a job so he comes up w the idea to pay you, he keeps pushing you away bc he knows you shouldn’t love him, ugh just makes my heart hurt for this poor man

- also ….hot take incoming…..but idk that sukuna is as bad as we thought. like rn he’s just trying to protect the reader from what he sees as creepy ass behavior from gojo, presumably he’s had something similar happen, and like yes bro thrives on chaos and wants to hurt us but not just for the purpose of causing pain to a stranger but specifically to punish gojo; idk i’m not here to debate intentions vs actions vs consequences but it’s not like he just did this for laughs he really is trying to make gojo hurt and clearly he has some emotions tied up in this too

- ok rereading that last paragraph idk lmao like bro still (presumably) hits yuji bc gojo also mentions bruises idk idk idk don’t come for me

- something else that stuck out to me that i haven’t been able to stop thinking abt is that in the TFL extra on reader’s wedding night w choso, it’s mentioned that sukuna gives up custody of yuji the same night gojo reveals everything (i think tbh it’s been a min since i read it), but like….why? (i think) that extra was canon and it almost feels like too much of a coincidence but maybe it just is ????? someone else who has better thoughts than i do please share hahahahaha

PHEW this got long but i just had to type it out after all our theories have been coming for so long it’s so exciting to see everything start falling into place!!!! i can’t wait to get back to the run in w sukuna at the gas station AHH i have a feeling bro is about to blow shit up and i cannot wait!!!!

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WOOHOOO YAP SESSION

Glad you enjoyed it my love!!! I shall disagree/agree paragraph by paragraph so lets get to unpacking :P

1. Yes! Sukuna was the first and only person Gojo’s ever heard call her such a thing so when the term is later used by the reader herself, it triggers him all over again :)

2. Yes yes yes yes!! This is exactly why Gojo kept telling her that love between them is “forbidden” and why he’d compare it to being a “crime”. You can also see how as tfl goes on, his obsession returns due to him being so close with the reader and finally experiencing her just as he’d always longed to.

3. Mhm! Sukuna is quite the mastermind :3

4. This Sukuna thought is on the right track to say the very least & avoid further spoilers! ^.^

5. Gojo was not the person to hit Sukuna that time!

6. YES I CANT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. I know he’s bad terrible etc BUT, Gojo does do exactly as he always said he would & changes for the reader to become deserving of her whilst also telling her she cannot be with him… I’d also like to point out how a lot of Gojo girlies said they would’ve picked him right then and there after his confessions but I wonder how they feel now knowing that Gojo would’ve almost never told them about his past actions 🤔

7. Sukuna is… Well, let me say this, there are no true villains nor hero’s in tfl or ftl. No one is completely good & no one is completely bad, both stories are just messy tales of humans figuring life out.

8. Well, Gojo did mention bruises but that is before tfl takes place so we don’t know when exactly Sukuna’s domestic violence stops…

9. Think about two things here— One, Sukuna mentions that the reader deserves some form of happiness out of her, a feeling that could’ve doubled after he experienced her for himself. Two, it’s theorized that Sukuna still wants to make things up to Choso. Similar to Gojo, Sukuna cannot undo what he’s done in the past but he can try to make amends. I hope that makes sense & helps your thoughts ^.^

Im happy to see u excited about this!!! I was excited planning this & writing this >< When we circle back to the gas station & enter the sequel… things will indeed be insane. 🙂‍↕️

[madewithspice]

My neighbour- Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Erwin and reader are veryyyy obsessive, lowkey suggestive,stalker vibes. They are both shamless. Idk what else.

A/n: I'm backkkkkk for my Erwin simps

After years the apartment next to him filled with life. More specific, the apartment next to him was now filled with your presence. He didn't mind living next to you but the exact opposite.

He got addicted to you. Addicted to your smile when you greet him. Addicted to the way you laugh when you talk on the phone with your best friend as you walk up the stairs, winking at him to show him that you acknowledge his presence. He was so lucky that the walls were thin and not soundproof. He got to know the music that you like while you're cleaning your apartment. He got to know the shampoo that your using because he helped you so many times lifting the heavy bags from your grocery shopping. Of course he had to buy it so he can see how you smell. It made him feel closer to you.

You weren't any better. Since you saw Erwin you can't get him out of your mind. You got to know when he returns home. You can't help it. You can hear the sound of his keys when he's coming back from work. It never fails to make your heart beating faster than when you're exercising. The thought that you are in the same place the same time makes you lose your mind.

You know that when he has a day off he sits outside in the balcony reading books while smoking. You catch yourself sitting in the corner of your balcony door behind your curtains, watching the man. Admiring his beauty. He looks so handsome focusing on the book. Very hot when he exhales the smoke. You tried to see the title of the book he was reading but his long thick fingers were wrapped all over the cover. If only those hands were around your neck. You tried to feel ashamed for the things you did but shame left your body a long time ago when you saw him.

Erwin learnt by heart your routine. When you wake up, return from work and when you go out with your friends. That's why he was waiting in his car cursing himself that he chose those kind of foolish tactics just to see you more. And there you are. Having the backpack on your shoulder full of your works clothes. You must be exhausted. Especially if you're walking all the way up from the bus station. He would take care of you he thought. He'd pick you up from work so you don't have to suffer with the public transportation. He'd massage your sore body after a long day standing and running. He wonders what sounds you'd make while he was rubbing you.

Then there he is. Helping you with your backpack while heading to your apartment. Giving you the smile that has your heart melting. He came the right time you thought. Very good timing wasn't it? He told you whenever you needed help you can just knock at his door.

You couldn't do anything else but take advantage of it. Knocking his door when you needed help with your faucet. Knocking at his door when another tube broke. Knocking at his door when you needed company. Erwin would drop everything he did just to help you. He'd do anything for you.

Your actions grew bolder. From coffee dates to movies together that made you end up having your thighs next to each other. He understood where this was going but he still couldn't believe his crush liked him or maybe he wanted to see how far you could take it.

You at the other side got tired of making the first move all the time. It didn't sound like you. You always waited for the other one to do something but you wouldn't let Erwin slip out of your hands. Not without trying.

"I think this movie has a good ending" Erwin said to you while you were blowing your nose from crying

"It better have" you pouted because you didn't expect to cry because of a dead dog

Erwin sat back on the couch slightly leaning to you. He was so close to your face that you were feeling his hot breath. Your heart was pounding so loud that it reached your ears. You swore that he could hear it. With his thumb he wiped the tears from your eyes.

"This one is a comedy" he said leaning back to the armrest. You didn't reply. You were too busy trying to breath but you couldn't take away your gaze.

"Are you okay?" He told you concerned and you climb on his lap

"What do you think?" You said some inches away from his face and you closed the distance with a kiss without thinking about it. Its something for your future self to think about.

"Sorry" you said when realisation hit you. You didn't believe you did this. What if his feelings weren't the same after all.

"Don't apologise. I was waiting this since I met you" he brushed your cheek with his thumb

"Then why you didn't do anything about it?" You question leaning your head on his palm

"What can I say? I like my woman to be bold" Erwin kissed your cheek

"I guess we are a great match then" you smile laying on his chest with closed eyes.

You were afraid this was another one of your daydreams so you cherished the moment as much as you could.

-Markie

[rose-n-gunses]

15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @1lostsoul0fishbowl!

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Are you named after anyone?

Nope! My name's somewhat unique and I'm not really sure how my parents came up with it.

Do you have kids?

Oh God no. I'm too young for that.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Probably too much for my own good.

When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday maybe? Idk, I've been going through it (and pms is a bitch).

What's the first thing you notice about people?

I honestly don't know. Maybe their nose? Smile? Voice? Idk. I guess scent too, if they're close enough and that isn't weird to say.

Eye color?

Like, hazel? Brown? Idk.

What sports do you/have you played?

I played soccer for a long time but haven't played on a team since middle school. (I'm now out of shape and have hip/knee problems so I don't plan to get back into it any time soon even though I do enjoy it.) Oh, and I was in a lacrosse club for like five minutes in sixth grade so I have lacrosse sticks and understand the basic gist but I never played on a team.

Any special talents?

I'd like to say writing, but idk if that counts as a talent. Maybe singing too, I did voice lessons for several years and even though I don't do lessons anymore I do still actively try to maintain my voice just for fun. Maybe one day I'll have the confidence to use it in front of people again. Who knows.

Where were you born?

This is, like, mad specific and I hope nobody I know irl sees this because they'd instantly know it's me, but I was born in Bahrain. (My parents were stationed there for my dad's job.)

Scary movies or happy endings?

I guess happy endings, but I do enjoy a good scary movie every now and then.

Do you have any pets?

Not anymore, no. :(

How tall are you?

Somewhere between 5'3" and 5'5" but I'm not actually sure. Shorter than my younger brother, that's all I know. (😒)

What are your hobbies?

Writing! Maybe reading. Being a general nuisance to those around me. (This is my least favorite question to answer ever to anyone because I'm always embarrassed by my lack of hobbies. Watching tv? Contemplating? Wasting my life away scrolling through Instagram reels??)

Favorite subject in school?

General subjects? Probably history. Classes I took? Definitely creative writing. Oh, and chorus.

Dream job?

Oh man. Archaeologist. Librarian. Waitress in a small town diner. Museum curator. Owner of a funky vintage-style drive-in theater. (There are so many things that I think of on a regular basis that I'd love to do and now I can't think of any.)

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I waited too long to do this so everyone's probably been tagged already. Plus, I don't even think I have fifteen whole mutuals. So I'll just tag anyone that wants to do it!

[citrusreadstoa]

Reading The Dark Prophecy: Chapter 4 (SPOILERS)

"UNION STATION . . . She veered right and stopped in front of a wall." They gonna run right through it and end up in a secret railroad line that takes them to a magical wizarding school? "The Waystation is more than a building." Casita?

"There's a reason a snake on a rod symbolizes medicine. Venom was one of the earliest cures." You learn something new every day. So now we know about the snake. What about the rod?

"Despite the cheerful pink curtains . . . the bedroom felt abandoned, preserved like a museum exhibit." Somebody died here. Or ran away or disappeared and they're waiting for her to come back home.

"I'm not sure how she noticed us." They're called footsteps, Apollo.

"I thanked the gods we were not in Ohio and our dragon was not named Festo." Idk this was funnier than it should have been. At least you have Emmie. Also, you mean the dragon that you left behind?

"By themselves, blemmyae are pretty harmless" That makes more sense. It's hard to imagine so many malicious creatures gathering in one area without the place getting a reputation or becoming a warzone. It makes sense that the blemmyae are usually pretty normal Indianapolian citizens. I'm guessing they got recruited by the Triumvirate, then.

"Lady Artemis's orders." So they are associated with her in some way and keep in touch. Interesting. I can't imagine what myth(s) this could be based off of. "[Artemis] was such a doomsday prepper always hiding things from the other gods like . . . small nation-states." I can totally imagine doomsday prepper-Artemis. I wonder if there's any mythological precedent to the nation-state thing. Also, do you think she's stuck in her own punishment? If she's a doomsday prepper, then she definitely had her own thing going on during the debacle with Gaea and maybe during Kronos, too. If Zeus found out about her defying the Olympus lockdown, there's no doubt she'd be punished.

"maybe get Leo here some clothing." Oh yeah, he's still in his underwear. "let Hemithea tell it." Ah, hEMIthea. Emmie. "In fact, I turned [Emmie] into a god." That's not what I expected. She was a god and still joined the Hunters? Seems like a downgrade. The Hunters really don't discriminate between what kind of people join, do they? But why is she aging and dying now? Sure, gods look old sometimes, but Apollo specifically said he could tell she was dying. Did leaving the Hunters strip her of both kinds of immortality? Cowabummer.

[postsforposting]

He's not there because it's logical, he's there because he "thought it would be more pleasing to engage with Uhura socially." That shirt is a specific design, I don't remember the name of it, but it's a not-quite tessalation. It sort of looks like a celtic knot? The love knot or the solomon's knot. Those are associated with eternal love and wisdom. It would mean that's the reason for his decision to be there: it's not logical, but it is loving and it is wise/good decision.

The tone-on-tone could represent that he's in the process of figuring all this out, or that there's ways to say things make sense--are logical--even when it flies in the face of other calculations. It could be that the tone on tone means these things look different but they aren't: logic, wisdom, and duty don't have to exclude love, and they can in fact be one in the same, aka "tone on tone". Different but not.

Uhura's dress is a square neck, cap sleeve, skater dress. This is essentially a softer version of her uniform as a communications officer. The square neck could indicate she's "becoming more of a square", aka getting along better with Spock. We did see in the movie opening that they were in good communication with each other, as opposed to the previous two movies where first Spock rejected her trying to help him, and then in the second she fought with him and made assumptions rather than just asking. In this version of the uniform, the neckline is open rather than closed off, which allows the "token of affection" to show, the thing that saved both her and everyone else. Short sleeves, letting more of herself show. Not strict regulation, but who she wants to be: making her own choices.

Speaking of the necklaces, there's two: Uhura's and Mccoy's. I looked for Mccoy's in the rest of the movies, it never shows up. However, his is explicitly tied to Uhura's: he looks directly at hers shortly after we first see it on him at this party, and then looks away as if he's amusingly resigned. This is meant to say that his and hers are similar in function, I think, just as they're similar in their halo designs: so if they're supposed to be directly compared, who gave it to him?

Some sleuthing shows that it's not dark blue but silver and oxidised black, specifically this one with batwinged hourglass and the words carpe diem ie sieze the day. Maybe it's meant to look blue due to video editing, idk. The batwing hourglass symbolizes man's fleeting time on earth, but also The hourglass is "symbolic to time's inevitable passing. The hourglass is a symbol of death, the end of time on Earth, but also a symbol of rebirth and new beginnings when turned over." It's often seen in cemeteries because of the association with death and the afterlife; but paired with "carpe diem", it seems to be saying that even though there's death on the horizon, that doesn't mean you should skulk around in fear of it: instead, seize the day for what it is, because the day--life--will not wait around for you.

This is rather interesting because when we first meet Mccoy, he's adamant that space is danger and darkness, etc--not somewhere he wants to go. Somewhere he's actively afraid of. Yet he does go up, and even in the first movie he's at first avoiding windows on the shuttle, but then we see him getting Kirk to look out the window with him and we can tell he's awed by the station. We see him conquer death itself when he revives Kirk, using Khan's regenerative blood: renewal, rebirth, a new day he made happen by not be afraid of what was in front of him and instead seizing it. He's not been afraid to do what needs done; after all he's the one who shot up Kirk to get him on the ship. What he was afraid of is death, though, it's why he's a doctor: disease and darkness wrapped in wrapped in darkness and silence. On the other side of disease is death, darkness, and silence. But again, life is always fleeting: being afraid of it doesn't help the inevitable. Instead, seize the day. Just like Kirk cheated the Maru by showing fear doesn't keep us alive, it keeps us afraid and unwilling to try. Hence why he was eating the apple, a reference to the apple of knowledge of good and evil.

Which leaves us with: who gave it to him? Well....if we're comparing his to Uhura's, who's Mccoy's parallel? The guy right next to him, the only other one dressed similar to him: Kirk. The same guy who was the difference between his fear of space and looking out the window, the guy who defied death with Mccoy's help. Twice.

If Mccoy's is similar to Uhura's....then that's also a token of affection and a tracking device. A tracking device is objectionable because it implies ownership...belonging. The thing Mccoy said he didn't have, due to his divorce, which is the worst kind of rejection. The reason he's bitter when we meet him. And we see Kirk reply to "I love you" with...."that's so weird": it's different depictions of the same attachment issue. Mccoy's parallel to Uhura/Spock is....Kirk. Kirk gave it to him. Uhura/Spock started out together and ended ambiguously; they're not officially together. McKirk started out separately, became friends, and now by implication he's Mr Sensitive and they're together.

Oh, and if you wanna go a step further? Since this is AOS and it's a different but similar universe....they're asserting that in TOS, Spirk was real.

Doing an AOS rewatch, and it's absolutely baffling that they had Spock wear this monstrosity of an outfit instead of the traditional vulcan robes. What in the gradpa on a cruise vacation ass shirt is this??? It's so fucking ugly??? I'm gonna cry why did they do this to him

[shinondraws]

I had a very intense espionage/escape dream. It started with a friend visiting me in Finland. It was December I think, because I remember all the cheap boxes of chocolate that were being sold everywhere. There was no snow though. I don't remember the beginning much. I think we were just hanging out in town, maybe we went to some convention or sth. I remember sleeping in some large hall in a sleeping bag.

There was a man in the hall who was talking to us at some point. I don't remember what his business was but he was civil and was probably just checking up on us. He soon left us alone in good spirits.

Later either we did something criminal or maybe there was a PSA that suddenly changed how the world works but we were suddenly in danger. We knew instantly that the man from before was coming after us for one reason or another. He was some kind of spy/agent but idk who he was working for.

We quickly came to a conclusion that I couldn't stay in Finland and would have to leave immediately. I could just escape to Germany and if I could grab my iPad I could just make NSFW furry commissions to get by. My stuff was all in the sleeping hall so we went back, knowing the man would most likely come there to look for us so we had to be quick. I grabbed my things but as we were about to run we saw the man enter and come toward us. We tried to hide but that made us look suspicious and we ended up in a fight with him. We managed to escape but we had to lose the man so he wouldn't see where we were heading. We ended up in a big chase through the convention place which included hiding in maintenance rooms, going through areas under construction and wild elevator rides (there was an elevator that went up-left-down-up-left-down) but we finally made it outside.

We grabbed scoots and tried to head for the railway station. The man was still after us and also on a scoot so the chase through town was pretty intense.

I think the man crashed badly or something so we got to the station before him and out of town. We headed straight to the airport which was a fucking chaos. Flights delayed, a lot of people just stuck there and the next flight would be in four hours. The man knew I would try to flee the country so he would be able to catch up in that time depending on how badly injured he was. We would have to hide at he airport until the flight or take a flight to Stockholm and then a ferry to Denmark or flight to Germany from there. Apparently all flights before midnight had been fully booked or cancelled so all we were able to do was prepare.

At the aiport we ran into some people who had ways to help us. They didn't have an agenda, they were specifically invested in getting me and the likes of me out of the country. We were handed tickets for a flight and taken to an elevetor. We were supposed to get of at floor 4.6 and go though a narrow corridor between old terminal and some new additiom and then join a tourist group in another sleeping hall where we were supposed to wait until someone came looking for us.

At this point the man had already caught up and we soon learned that his entire face was mildly burnt but he was still going around showing people pictures of us. At one point he even got in the sleeping hall we were in but the lights were down and everyone there was asleep so we pretended to be as well, hiding in some Chinese person's extra blankets. The man didn't expect to find us there so he didn't spend much time looking around and left.

Soon after the man had gone one of the benefactors came to fetch us and took us to a shop to get supplies. We were told to buy specifid items and pay with a specific amount of money which we did. The person at the counter gave us change in Lego studs (the currency from Lego games). Silver, gold and blue. The blue ones were worth 100e each and we could exchange them upon arrival to Germany. I knew that the amount we got was enough to not only get to our destination but to also live for a while until I got my furry porn business set up.

I think we were then taken to some alternative route, perhaps through Sweden, because the man we were running from was making a big hassle at the airport and we needed time. It would be safest if we could quietly disappear and hope he didn't catch on. We got to the gates and maybe even on the plane but then I woke up.

[nais-doodles]

THE FINAL PRODUCT AHHHH. This took a lot out of me but I am so proud of how it came together in the end, ahhhh.

Here are the original sketches if you’re curious as to how everyone looked originally.

Obligatory ask for you to click through

And finally, finally, my headcanons below the cut, so ya’ll don’t have to be bogged down with them. Warning, it’s kinda long

Hi, I put off making pancakes to write this

Lucifer

Lucifer owns a private detective agency (Edit: It’s got a name now! Morningstar Detective Agency, courtesy of the lovely @impastaz309), and all the brothers are in one way or another involved in it

The agency works with the police in the more secretive cases, usually ‘important’ people going missing under mysterious circumstances, drug trafficking etc.

Though he’s the head, a lot of the time he’s handling paperwork which helps cover the brothers and his back, especially since some of the stuff they do, and links they have with other people and organisations, could be exploited at their expense.

He’s looking at satan btw lmao

Running a detective agency and also keeping tabs on his brothers is very hard ™ so Lucifer is just, tired, all the time. Please give him a shoulder rub and smooches

Mammon

Usually used as bait, believe it or not, therefore his existence is somewhat of a mystery. He has to keep a low profile.

If you asked someone in the street, unless they were really involved in the agency (which they wouldn’t be), has a high ranking in the police (unlikely), or any of the other organisations the agency associates with (probably not) they wouldn’t know he exists

Mammon is very good at his job, organising meetings with middlemen, smooth talking his way out of situations, getting even the criminals themselves to come and meet him without a mediator

He is only ever used when they agency or police know with absolute certainty that the person they’ll be catching will be arrested without fail - which is of course impossible to know, so it’s always a gamble when they pull Mammon out of the deck

Good luck dating him because this guy can’t really go in public for too long at a time

Leviathan 

He works at a newspaper agency, or at least that’s what they want you to think

In reality the whole reporter business is a front, and Leviathan is an information broker. Or rather, the head of a small group of information brokers.

The city is big, and one person alone isn’t enough to cover everything, but man is his group efficient

Every address change, every telephone call made, every booking of hotel rooms, all of it, he keeps tabs on it all

The information he’s gathered has helped the private detective agency out in a pinch many times, and will continue to do so in the future

“I’m very very busy, so please don’t call me during work, sweetheart. Especially not this particular number, that’s only for emergencies, and even then, it better be life or death, okay? Okay.”

Satan

Works in a bar. Specifically, a bar in a kinda sorta illegal underground fight club. It’s very illegal don’t let anyone fool you

A lot of the more questionable people of the city frequent this bar, and let me tell you, some people cannot keep their mouth shut once they’ve had a few drinks.

Anything Leviathan or Asmodeus can’t catch (don’t worry I’m getting there), is usually picked up by Satan via a blabbermouth who had too much to drink that night.

Satan is also pretty chummy with a lot of the fighters, and has a tendency to be the one patching up the milder injuries after fights

Therefore, he has a lot of favours he can collect, so if Lucifer ever needs some muscle that goes beyond what Beel can provide, Satan in there recommending a few of the more... smarter(?) fighters at the club.

Please don’t scratch his bar, he is a very forgiving bartender, but ruining the mahogany imported from England will have him beating the shit out of you 

Asmodeus

A bit of a celebrity, his rise to fame being both accidental and very useful

Think barbershop quartet, but he does a lot of solo work as well. The other three guys in the barbershop quartet are an absolute blast, and Asmodeus loves them to bits.

Originally, Lucifer was furious. How does he expect to work in the agency if he’s off singing at clubs and attending fancy parties? Then he realised something: Asmodeus can keep tabs on any of the more sketchy celebrities who slip through the net

So off into stardom Asmodeus went, attending lavish parties and singing at packed theatres, collecting dirt, formulating blackmail, getting only the best gossip and pulling favours along the way.

“Jen, hon, did you hear about Carter? Apparently, he’s sleeping with the daughter of the Chief of Police.” 

“Wait a minute... Asmo, isn’t she married?”

“She is most definitely married.” 

“Oh my.”

Beelzebub

Usually seen working with Belphegor, partially because, well, that’s his twin brother and he likes his brother, so why not?

And also because Belphegor always needs backup

Though he isn’t always with Belphegor, really, he’s just sent whenever Lucifer is wary of sending anyone in the agency somewhere on their own.

Think of Beel as a bodyguard of sorts. He is always there to stop things form getting physical if needs be, but he isn’t always enough on his own despite being an absolute powerhouse. So sometimes he’ll go around with someone Satan recommended too

They’re really nice actually, Beel was super surprised, you’d think they’d have no manners? (That’s because Satan gives you the nice ones Beel, thank him once in a while) 

They also all think he’s a marvel of muscle send from the gods so ya know. And they all get him cakes from that bakery he loves, so they’re all good in Beel’s book

Belphegor

You know the whole good cop bad cop routine? Yeah, Belphie is both depending on who you need for that current situation. 

Masterful in the art of manipulation, Lucifer uses him on the more tough to crack people who sit in the interrogation room

He is actually pretty good at shoving the fragmented pieces of a case together, weaving a story that gets the person being interrogated sweating bullets

Even when he is way off, he still manages to worm information out of the subject a lot faster than anyone at the police station. Point, private detective agency.

Like I said, he can be the good cop or the bad cop, though because he isn’t all that intimidating, he’s usually asked to be good cop

But dear lord he is a scary bad cop, and everyone in the police force and their mother knows it

If you got this far wow, hi, thanks! And you may or may not be happy to know I’m planning on another noir piece, this time featuring the undatables and maybe my mcs too idk yet

[the-slasher-files]

WHAT A KILLER

BO’S S/O REVEALING THEY ARE ALSO A SLASHER (Vincent is also kind of in this)

TW: blood, gore, killing, swearing (that’s inevitable with Bo)

THIS has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS and idk why I'm so iffy on posting it but hopefully you guys in enjoy this! It's different from a lot of what I write and I do like it, it's just specific lol.. Also the s/o in this, was the bare bones of what Amaria (my oc) started as... hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

Bloodcurdling screams could be heard through the normally silent town of Ambrose as dusk fell. Crimson painted the skies and the asphalt, almost mirroring each other in perfection. Crows calling for the wasted souls Bo obliterated and Vincent could not fix. 

Shuttering at the sounds heard you could not sit there on the old couch any longer, just playing with your fingers trying to push down the urges you felt deep down. They beckoned you like the crows did for flesh. You tried so hard to hide this side but it was only a matter of time you knew, the demon had to rear it’s head eventually if you really wanted to stay in Ambrose forever, and you did. You found the man of your twisted dreams here. 

Before you were held in Ambrose against your will; well in the beginning it was against your will but that quickly faded and you fell madly in love with your kidnapper and the town he held so close; you were a drifter. A wanderer of gypsy’s blood. Never managing to hold in one place for more than 6 months, the only time you had a home was when you were growing up, but having a disgusting home life you left at 16. Fleeing home and trying to run from your growing desires you instead made a treaty with your urges, running towards them, allowing them to show when you were safe and comfortable. 

Bo never knew, all these months as you played the part of his defenceless little housewife it was growing harder to tell him. Of course you wanted to tell him but you were scared of him not trusting you, and terrified of what he would do to you; pretty ironic when you considered doing the same things to him. 

Casually you would throw a joke out there about killing someone or dreaming of snapping someone's neck, however they weren’t jokes to you. It was your wicked reality. Bo was none the wiser, but Vincent, in his quiet embers saw something beyond your delicate eyes, something he saw within himself perhaps. He started to believe your jokes and comments, carefully watching you. Wondering if for once there was a different kind of evil in the town, or if he was becoming the hunted instead of the hunter. 

Climbing the stairs and reaching the bedroom you paused, pulling in a large breath and exhaling, closing your eyes. You sank to your knees against the hardwood, pulling a long black, locked plastic box from under the bed, methodically you played with the lock and swung the top open. Placing your eyes upon the weapon your body tensed but your soul relaxed, a sick war inside your head divided. 

Running your hands along the cold metal of the black blade, you felt home once again, blood could almost be felt on your hands and screams faded in your ears. Hunger grew. A deep pleasure surged through you. 

It was your 18 inch steel black machete; with ridges menacingly flaunting themselves across the top, like a dragon’s spine. The grip you had customized to fit your hand perfectly, needing it to act like an extension of you. It was adorned proudly with a thin rope of bright red fabric tied around the end of the handle, ripped from your first victim’s shirt, it’s tails would drift gracefully in the wind juxtaposing the damage the weapon could do.

Shaky hands picked up the weapon and it seamlessly melting into your grip, your eyes darkened as you rose from the floor, feeling your demons begin to yip and howl like a pack of starving wild dogs ready to feed. Giving yourself another deep breath in and out you kicked the box back under the bed and started down the stairs and out the front door with purpose.   

The hot sticky Louisiana air hit you, flowing in your hair and the tail of fabric on your machete. Screams begin to reach you in swells, coming closer flooding you like the rising tides as a younger woman was running towards you. Under the dim streetlights she could not see what you held, for the black blade melted into the shadows perfectly, as intended. To her you were hope, a way out of her hell, maybe you could help her. The poor thing could not have been more wrong in her panic-stricken judgements. 

You could smell her blood pouring from her injuries Bo inflicted and her desperate cries, it was all too much to you, it was just like blood in the water to a shark, your twisted instincts began to take over. Eyes darkened on the prey that was heedlessly bounding towards you and with one swipe, that was it. Blood was spilt. You had killed again and it felt so damn right. Looking down basking in the sight, she was slit ear to ear, the gash threatening to show the tips of the vertebrae at the back of her neck. The demons were lurching beside you pushing you forward for more. More blood. More affliction. 

Studying the surroundings, Bo was nowhere to be found, unusual for him to let his prey escape his hunt. It was quiet now as you walked on down the street, yellow fluorescents guided your path, and the homes were just barren shapes acting as blinders leading you onward for the man you dreaded seeing at this moment, the demons couldn’t care less about your emotions or feelings, they just carried your body to more gore. 

Rounding the corner, the gas station lights gave up a tangled mess on the ground. Two men were wrestling for some sort of weapon that glinted in the lights above them. Cursing yells, threats and grunts spilled out of both of them, one more than the other of course. Bo always had a mouth on him and no one could ever shut him up, it made you smirk as you approached, but suddenly there was a sharp yell and the stranger was on top of Bo. The man had his back to you and just had eyes for the greasy mechanic, beating him with the weapon you could now see was a wrench. You could feel a burning anger rise from your core and Bo’s howls were just fuel to the fire.   

Steadily making your way up to the two wrecks of people, now standing behind the stranger you forced your long rigid blade through the core of the man, impaling him right under the sternum. Loud clanging of metal rang through the street as the man dropped the wrench as his body went limp, heaving over the weapon within him. With your boot you carefully directed the corpse off your machete and on the asphalt next to Bo, leaving your face sprayed with red from the spine of the blade. 

Your eyes met with saucer wide baby blues causing you to let out a silent breathy laugh licking your lips of blood, sickly savouring the unusual copper. Bo laid on the ground a moment longer just taking in for sure what he saw from his precious angel. Just as you were about to speak but Bo beat you to it.

“I FUCKIN’ KNEW IT!” he gloated hysterically, leaving you more than a little shocked. “I KNEW IT!” Bo got to his feet and almost looked like he was going to do a little dance, you just stood there in the streetlight beginning to laugh, relived but worried as if he had hit his head or something. It was never a dull moment with Bo that’s for sure. 

“Are you ok? like seriously, your beginning to scare me” you puzzled as he sauntered his way up to you cocky as ever. 

“I’m fuckin’ fantastic... I knew there was something in you” he held you against his chest and put his head on yours “something awful behind those beautiful eyes, my little angel of death” you laughed against him as he kissed your crown, then pulled away looking you dead in the eyes. “Why did you think I kept you around all these months? you made me wait a while... and you know how much I hate waitin” 

The words burned in your skull, was that really the only reason? Bo was still unpredictable to you in ways, especially with his dark side. Maybe he was just going to kill you now, maybe he didn’t love you, it could’ve just been the wicked charm he carried effortlessly. 

Something came alive in his blue eyes, scaring you slightly but trying to play it off when you cupped his strong jaw, breathing slowly. 

“People are my specialty baby” he drawled, then pulled you roughly into a kiss. Sweat, oil, cigarettes, and blood coated the kiss leaving you breathless as he often did. 

Bo was right, people were his perfected craft; charming, seducing, lying, playing up the sob story about him and Vincent being in foster care after both parents died. Hell, he could speak French Cajun so he could be more versatile, and charm his way out of any situation in any part of Louisiana. Bo always knew everything you were feeling even before you said it, now that you think back on it. 

“Bo? you still love me?” you hesitating in your question not sure if you wanted the answer. 

This caught his attention as his jaw tensed and eyes hardened “What would make you think I don’t?... sure I would’ve liked to know earlier, sure, but this just makes you better,” he looked you up and down like a predator before coming close to your ear and purring “and hotter.” You yelped as you were suddenly tossed over his shoulder and carried down to the basement of the garage.     

Fidgeting with the lock for a moment he swung the door open and placed you in his chair. “Oh, Sinclair there is a special place in hell for us, and I will meet you there” you laughed as Bo climbed on top of you, clashing his lips against yours, hungry and lustful.  

[monako-jinn-stories]

Jinn I had an idea and your my only writer friend

Ok so wildest dreams by Taylor swift ❤️ “say you’ll remember me …. “ you know that part of it and it’s like a clone x reader and I like when it’s sad the the reader is dying idk maybe they got shot and like that’s what they say to whatever clone s/o and it’s sad

Or I feel like any Taylor song I love Taylor

There is a new scenario to imagine if your sad and want to say sad ‼️ and you can listen to a song too !!!

Oh my god thank you so much for this ask. At first, I had no idea what to do, but then I had an idea and RAN WITH IT. I ended up crying while writing this (maybe because it’s monthly time🤷‍♀️) but either way, this hurt me, and I hope you enjoy it and cry😂

Kix X Fem!Jedi Reader

Say You’ll Remember Me

Master List

Warnings:

Angst, fluff (kind of), character death

Kix hadn’t known what he was truly asking when he asked you to help him research Fives’s discovery. He never truly believed the Kaminoans with what happened to Fives and Tup, and he’d had enough of their lies. You both had.

“I think I found something,” Kix said as he looked through the information on the datapad. You quickly made your way over, leaning over so that your face was next to his as you held his shoulders, looking at the holoscreen.

“Right here. It says something about a biochip…”

“Biochip? Wait, I think Fives said something about that,” you said while straightening up. “He said it was like…something to control you.”

“It says here…oh, Maker! Y/n, it’s worse than we thought! It’s not just about framing everyone!”

“What? What does it say?” You looked at him as his hands shook slightly.

“It says that with a specific order from the chancellor, the clones could all be made to kill the Jedi without hesitation…” He looked up at you then, a fearful look in his eyes. “I could kill you…”

“No, Kix, it won’t come to that. We can find out how to get it out. We will get it out, I promise,” you said while gently taking his hands.

“What did I do to deserve a woman like you?” He said before standing and wrapping his arms around you, his hand running through your hair. You both tilted your heads to connect your lips in a sweet kiss.

“Come on, let’s go. We need to find out where we can get this chip out without being questioned.”

“What about Kamino?”

“No, that’s too dangerous. We might be able to sneak onto a Venator while it’s in the hangar, but I wouldn’t count on it.”

“Let’s get out of this town,” Kix said, “if someone finds out what we’re doing and what we know, it’ll be the end for us.”

“I agree. I already don’t like being on a separatist planet.”

You led the way out of the building, heading back across the town where your ship was stationed. Everything was going good for you today, which was strange. It didn’t feel right. You glanced back at Kix as you walked, him giving you a small smile as he caught your eye. You loved him more than you felt like you could express, but you always tried your best.

As you made your way through the town, you started to sense people following you. You suddenly stopped and pulled Kix in for a kiss. He was slightly caught off guard but quickly returned it.

“We’re being followed,” you mumbled onto his lips before pulling back to gaze lovingly at him.

“So you weren’t just kissing me for the hells of it?” He asked, quirking a brow at you while smirking. You rolled your eyes at him before turning to walk again, your hand grasping his tightly.

“So, we going to fight?” He mumbled as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Mmm, if they attack us first,” you reply quietly.

As you approached your ship, you slowed again, eyeing it before taking a cautious step onto the ramp.

“Run!” You yelled, pushing him back with the force as you jumped away. A second later, the shuttle blew up and the people who had been trailing you came out of the trees.

“What should we do with the girl? She wasn’t mentioned before!” One of the attackers shouted.

“Kill her, she’s not who Dooku wants. Keep the clone alive!” Another shouted back.

Kix saw the end as it began. They surrounded you, got between you and him. He couldn’t do anything to help as they overpowered you, knocking your lightsaber from your hand. All he could do was yell as he ran back to you, watching your saber roll away from you. He shot at your attackers, causing them to fall limply to the ground.

When he reached you, his throat let out a pained sound as he saw the blaster shots riddling your form. Your normally red lips and rosy cheeks were now pale as the life drained slowly from you.

“Y/n! You’re going to be okay!” He said frantically, reaching out to grab you and pull you to him.

“Say you’ll remember me…” you breathed out raggedly, weak fingers grasping at his armor.

“N-no, y/n! I won’t have to remember, because you’ll be with me! You’re going to live!” He pleaded as tears streamed down his face. “I-I just need to get you to a new ship, then we can fly you to a medcenter!”

“Kix, please…” you said, a hand moving to cup his cheek.

“No! No no no! Y/n, I’ve lost so many, I can’t lose you too!” His hands were in your hair as he held you, fingers tangling as he tried to gain control of his mind so that he could think. He needed to save you.

“Kix, listen to me. I have a request.”

“What, y/n? I’ll do anything!”

“My last request is…stare at the sunset with me, one last time. Just like we do every night. Just the two of us.”

Kix’s glossy eyes stared at you as if you were the craziest person, but he slowly moved to the side and pulled you into him. The colors in the sky danced around happily, as if this wasn’t the end of everything for Kix. As if your body in his arms wasn’t becoming heavier by the second. The beautiful colors were taunting him. And he couldn’t find the usual peace that came with them.

“Say you’ll see me again, Kix. Even if it’s just in your wildest dreams,” you whispered, moving your head to gaze into his eyes. He looked down at you and more tears fell, some falling onto your cheeks. He held your cheek softly and bent down, pressing his forehead to yours in a keldabe kiss.

“Even if it’s just in your wildest dreams…”

“I will…I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Kix.”

After those softly spoken words, he felt you go completely limp in his arms. He finally let out proper sobs, clutching your body to his chest as if the force of his love could bring you back. His own body trembled in emotional pain that hurt so much it was almost physical pain.

His sobs covered up the sounds of more attackers approaching. They caught him off guard, ripping him away from you. He screamed as they threw your body carelessly aside, dragging him to their ship.

They took him somewhere, Kix didn’t know where. Didn’t care where. He was numb, broken. He just wanted you back.

They interrogated him, but nothing worked. He wouldn’t talk. They couldn’t bribe him because he’d already lost the most important thing to him…you. When they shoved him into the cryo-pod, he didn’t resist.

~~~

The galaxy was different, it wasn’t like it was during the clone wars. It was lonely. All his brothers were gone, dead. And so were you.

But there was one place he could always go to see you, whenever he wanted.

It was in his wildest dreams that he always remembered you.

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[written-beyond-the-grave]

Elija Mikaelsaon Dating a Black S/O Headcanons

Did anyone ask? No, did I deliver? Yes.

- Alright, so Elijah and the Mikaelson’s have been alive for a while. Never got a specific date, but we have vikings. And as Elijah has been alive for a minute, he’s had flings, situationships, lovers, and at some point out knight in shinning armor was probably a fuck boy… don’t @ me.

- What I’m trying to say is man probably did it all, Asian, Latinx, Caucasian and African American and maybe even African and Caribbean… Maybe even fucked around with his sexuality for a second because he got it like that and the writers were too pussy to put this shit on

- Tbh probably the originals tried all the genders and non-genders, change my mind. But elijah strikes me as a free for all who loves something refreshing that’ll take him out of Klaus’s bullshit for a minute

- But here’s were this shit gets spicey… Elijah… with a black s/o….. Just hear me out poc who been waiting for someone to give them good fucking food on poc x tvd/ the originals, I got y’all… unless college comes back.

- OK so, I feel like if you’re rocking with Elijah he’d dress you up and ice you out because he can. Nothing under $5,000 for his s/o… We talking furs, diamond, real leather, snake skin, hell even a whole ass snake if you wanna be on your Bruce Wayne shit一 better yet, your T’challa shit with a whole ass panther (black panther ain’t real soooo y’all can get a black puma and call that bitch a panther lmfaoooooo)

- He’s asking you to a dinner date and then you say you’re ready…. Wearing pretty little things…. Missguided… honey. (Nah ain’t shit wrong wit those brands, they be having bangers tbh and sales like a bitch) Let him upgrade youuuuuuu. You only wear Givenchy, Yves Saint Laurent, Burberry, Balmain, etc. Try walking out there looking a damn mess and distasteful… just try it sis 

- Speaking of which… my mans got you with hair too! Fuck you mean ?1?! 

- He had a black s/o in the past, even though her hair had loose curls… we won’t discredit her. He has some knowledge on how curl hair works, and if he’s lacking, he as a whole library and might fuck around and ask Bonnie in exchange for some witchy ingrdients (im cdfuuuuuu)

- Name, braids, twists, locs, finger waves. Wanna shave bald??? He’s for it, let him get you his barber. Fuck it, he’ll get you Marcel’s barber. Lined up and all that shit, throw in a fade too

- And coming in for wash day, he’s sitting behind you days in advance helping you take down your hair after a month or two. Grey sweatpants, scissors in hand, spray bottle to the side with Netflix as background music…. Fuck with it. You’re all tired after doing like 8 and he tells you to take it easy, with vamp speed and the deterixty of those fingers…. *chefs kiss*

- He sets up a lil wash day station for you, or if he’s on the clock just books a whole salon for you alone already paid for. But if he’s doing the work, best believe he spent the coinssss COINS for the organic shampoo shit you have the refrigerator and the deep conditioner, AND THE FUCKING LEAVE IN. He’s keeping your shit moisturized in the winter. His big hands and gentle fingers helping detangle your hair, you in a fluffy robe, enjoying being loved on….

- Y’all didn't even get me started on him doing twists… or plaits, or the bantu knots, the concentration on his face

- IDK why I gotta say this… nails done too, he loves the feel of your nails gliding on his scalp and down on his back when he’s giving you those slow strokes. 

- This doesn’t have to do with anything, but the fact that the originals were set in New Orleans which is mostly BLACK BLACK BLACK BLAAACCCKKKKK and I saw like 3 black people in that bitch, ong….. Julie Pleck, you basic bitch

- Anyways, I feel like Elijah in a trench coat coming to pick you up from work would be such a vibe and a mood. Like, he knows when you get off and you might just take public transportation or something to have some sort of independence. But he shows up after work when you’re leaving with some friends from work…. Nigga shows up in a dark blue cadillac, trenchcoat with the collar up, leather gloves… and a fresh cut

- Who tf let him out the house??

- And ik you’re friends trifling too asking who is he, a damn fine tall glass of milké

- And he’s just leaning against the door waiting for you and once he sees you, he waits for you expectedly and kisses your forehead in greeting and gets the door for you

- Speaking of driving, Elijah be too damn serious, and that’s were you come in. 

- I need him and the Miakelson’s at a cookout doing line dancing, the electric slide, cupid shuffle (and give Rebekak some goddamn friends shit, she everyone stay chasing love and shit but have 0 friends and boundaries, they drag family though the mud) 

- Like I need him out his suit and in some dark jeans, a solid white v-neck, rolex on his wrist, and white air forces

- Sitting there, kinda out of place until he settles in. Like I deadass see him asking where the tables are at the cookout and like… you break it to him he’s gonna have to do the table legs for that shit

- And the plastic cutlery! LMFAOOOOO his soul is slightly quaking

- And its finna be a whole ass test when an uncle comes up and grabs him by the shoulder in a greeting and tries to fill in the seat for spades or even worse…. Dominoes…. That’s it. It’s over. Elijah been alive for too long and knows every play in the book and can bluff his ass off

- But if we talking dominoes… we gon have the boondocks animation version of a nigga moments cuz y’all fights will be started, money will be lost…. To Elijah. In the end he gives it back bc he’s a good sport and bc humiliation is a greater victory 

- Lmfaoooo and the quiet drive back, you’re exhausted but the music station is playing throwbacks and Usher’s climax comes on and bitch… the high notes, the lamp posts that give you both a glimpse of each other’s side profiles. And for once Elijah is relaxed and coming down from his amusement. No one is trying to kill him or his siblings, and good food albeit greasy in his stomach.

- Dare he say he felt human for a moment

- You staring out the window and softly singing along enjoying what the day was, Elijah loving the ambiance created. Mmmmmm such a mood

- THAT BEING SAID imagine you and Elijah on a long drive and “I Mean It” by G- Eazy comes on and you start singing along bc data is expensive over long ass drives and being stuck in traffic. And Elijah is giving you a bemused look, you in all your glorious wonder and you just make the lyrics more dramatic ashit trying to be a heartbreaker and all that. But, the true heart breaker is Elijah

- He comes in on the verse and gives you all eye contact, lips completely sync but your can kinda hear his voice keep the tempo…. Bitch this makes me feel some type of way… and as he’s going on he grabs your face and tilts your chin up OOOOUUUU gets up all close and personal and finishes the lyrics which is perfectly timed with when the light turns green and turns back like nothing just happened. There yo are aping like a fish bc tbh if anyone could rap it’d probably be Kol, he’s like the emnemin mixed with busta rhymes type, but tone it down….

- Bitch imma go fantasize rapping Elijah, y’all been slept

- And for those asking yes, I do write for black readers, mor specifically female but I can try male