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randomishnickname · 1 year ago

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Must-read Destiel fics - my superduper Nov. 5th rec list

Three years ago, on the blessed day of November 5th, 2020, I had:

never seen an episode of SPN,

only had a vague inkling of what the two pale coconuts were on about,

and I hee-heed and ha-had with the rest of Tumblr about the love confession scene and the Internet errupting in an unparalleled craze

At first I thought, that's it.

Then ... I got curious. I watched some YouTube Destiel supercuts. I read some fic (I think @andhumanslovedstories beautiful Cas/OC fic was my entry point?). I read meta. I watched some more YouTube scene packs. I read even more fic. I watched some of S4, some of S1, some random fan fav episodes. And then Destiel lodged itself so deeply, thouroughly into my brain that it took over and hasn't relinquished control in the last two years. The most tenacious, pervasive brain worm to date.

This ship got it all, and this fandom got it all, and there's such delightful, powerful, batshit crazy, romantic, expertedly crafted fanfic out there, it's like being a starving child in the world's biggest candystore.

So without further ado, here's some of my very favorite fics from this infinite trove, with all my thanks to the wonderful writers who keep delighting and awing me with their dedication and craft. There'll of course be some recency bias at play but you can browse my bookmarks over here to chose from over 100 excellent and well-curated SPN stories.

💕CATEGORY: SWOONWORTHY💕

Wildly romantic fics that warm you up from the inside.

It Won't Be Perfect by someonetoanyone (10K words) Summary: Dean daydreams about what it'd be like to let himself love Cas freely.

Why I love it: the humor, the spot-on characterizations, and the quintessential late season Destiel-ness of being so deeply love with your best friend that it's too big to actually do anything about. Just. So warm.

Rock Lobster by Ginger Fail (13K) Summary: Cas decides that the lobsters Dean planned to cook need to get back home. Impromptu beach vacation ensues!

Why I love it: This road trip story is fresh and invigorating like a sea breeze! Fun, entertaining and full of deep, deep fondness.

Seek to Know You Better by ahurston (32K)

Summary: On a road trip, Dean and Cas play the 36 Questions That Lead To Love.

Why I love it: They’re so deliberatedly, carefully starting a relationship here. They try so hard to bridge the gaps and meet each other halfway. A very mature take on love that feels nourishing.

☢️CATEGORY: BRAINWORMS GALORE☢️

Fics that make you go BARK BARK BARK.

samson went back to bed by piesexuality (9k, @twoheadedcas) Summary: Cas strikes a deal with Chuck - keeping his family together comes at the price of their free will.

Why I love it: What if Cas got his revenge for the Mala'ak box? What if love came at the price of everything you've been fighting for? What if a story twisted the knife oh so sweetly? Each word of this one lands a punch. Made me insane in the best of ways (cue pinned fanart).

In sickness by @saintedcastiel (41K) Summary: S4 redux but Castiel has a fetish: giving Dean the sniffles.

Why I love it: This one is soooo. Can barely find words for it. It taps into Cas' early season alienness and psychosexual obsession with Dean, brilliantly demonstrates Casdean vs Samruby parallels, and each word is just. Perfect. ARGH!

so much smoke in a hall full of mirrors by AreYouReady (6K, @autisticandroids ) Summary: Godstiel is losing his heavenly war. Crowley provides a compliant Dean-doll for him to release his frustrations upon.

Why I love it: Urgh, this one is sooo dark. Taps into the scary, intimidating and alien aspects of Godstiel so well. Gore, consent and psychosexual issues galore. Delicious.

Special mention: In a Parked Car, Exhuming Ophelia by @an-android-in-a-tutu (17K). Still need to comment properly ;)

💣CATEGORY: EMOTIONAL WRECKING BALLS💣

Angsty fics that tear you to pieces to remake you better.

What Used To Be Mine by someonetoanyone (48K words) Summary: Dean never makes his apology prayer in Purgatory - Cas dies, Dean mourns.

Why I love it: Oh god, this is a heavy hitter. Just, straight up insurmontable grief, packaged in poetic, raw language to make you shed tears and tears. Loved it so much.

Ignite your bones By ilovehowyouletmefall (67K, @angelinthefire) Summary: Dean accepts Chuck's deal: killing Sam to save the world.

Why I love it: Cruuuuel cruel premise for a story that doesn’t pull its punches. It gets dark in Dean’s head and everyone around him suffers. Wonderfully written. The ending set my brain on fire.

Right Where you Left Me by outdean (93K, @armandgender)

Summary: Cas comes back from the Empty after 10 years to find Dean married to another man.

Why I love it: This one is a riiiide. When grief has become a part of you but your love comes back… When you return from the dead and have to carve a new space into the world for yourself... nothing is easy here, but the emotions are INTENSE. Also, autistic!Cas for the win.

Special mention: Who Ya Gonna Call? by saintedcastiel (50K) and Clear skies in spring by enochianprayer (WIP)

💥CATEGORY: EPIC RIDES💥

Expansive, wild adventures with lots of ups and downs

Spirit of the West by teen_dean (140K, @urne-buriall)

Summary: An 18y old Dean grew up on a horse farm – cue veterinarian Castiel. The summer of a lifetime ensues.

Why I love it: So this is one of my very favorite stories, ever ever, and I cannot recommand enough to immediatedly suscribe to the author’s Substack to be able to follow it in „real time�� next summer. It’s cinematic, rich, full of darkness and light, it’s everything a story can aspire to, I’m just. I just really love it.

Second Verse, Same as The First by LaLaCat1 (135K)

Summary: Endverse!Cas is sent back to the start of S1 and is determined to make things right this time round.

Why I love it: a desperate and badass Cas, unfridging everyone, a thrilling plot, moments of awesome for the entire cast, gripping action scenes, a romance for the ages… this is a genuinely amazing story.

back road, black road by eden22 (167K)

Summary: 18y old Sam gets kidnapped by Hell on his way to Stanford. Dean tries to deal.

Why I love it: So this one’s not Destiel-centric but does have wonderful Destiel moments. It’s also very heavy on the gore and the angst (NOT for the faint of stomach), but expertly crafted, fascinating and frankly it deserves more love. Held my breath for half the read and never knew where it’d take me.

Special mention: It's The End Of The World (As We Know It) by tiamatv (140K)

🤪CATEGORY: DESTIEL INSANITY🤪

Uproariously funny stories about the intricate rituals these two weirdos get up too.

Life Skills by ilovehowyouletmefall (26K)

Summary: Dean teaches a newly human Cas how to be „a real man“.

Why I love it: Dean coming to Big Self-Realizations while trying to have platonic threesomes with Cas is so perfect. Very endearing, tender and funny. Also, smoking hot sex.

the cheapest room in the house by biggaybenny (89K)

Summary: Dean downloads Grindr for Cas

Why I love it: Just. Late season Dean being deranged about Cas’ sexuality while everyone watches on in utter confusion. Equally hilarious and deeply moving

according to all known laws of life by @sobsicles (29k)

Summary: Cas comes back from the Empty to a Dean who won’t stop playing gay chicken.

Why I love it: They are both such petty, insane weirdos in this one. They said „can every situation be turned into a squabble“ and didn’t wait for an answer. So funny, so tender

Special mention: Wedding Vows and Negotiations by GingerFail (6K)

That's it, enjoy and leave your writers some much-deserved love!

#destiel #fanfic rec #supernatural #spn #spn fic #deancas #nov 5th #destiel fanfic #dean x castiel #my posts #long post #it was so hard to choose TT_TT #this fandom is amazing

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lboogie1906 · 3 months ago

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Judge Frederick Wayman “Duke” Slater (December 9, 1898 – August 14, 1966) was a football player and judge. He was enshrined in the College Football Hall of Fame in 1951 and was named to the Pro Football Hall of Fame’s Centennial Class in 2020.

He played college football for the Iowa Hawkeyes. Playing the tackle position on the line, he was a first-team All-American and a member of the Hawkeyes 1921 National Championship Team. He joined the NFL becoming the first Black lineman in league history. He played ten seasons in the NFL for the Milwaukee Badgers, the Rock Island Independents, and the Chicago Cardinals, garnering six all-pro selections.

He earned his JD and began to practice law as a Chicago attorney. He was elected to the Cook County Municipal Court, becoming just the second African American judge in Chicago history. He served as a Chicago judge for nearly two decades until his death.

He was born in Illinois to George Slater, a Methodist minister. He somehow picked up the name of the family dog, Duke, as a personal nickname, and he would carry it with him all his life. When he was 13 years old, he moved to Clinton, Iowa.

His father forbade him from trying out for football at Clinton High School, believing it to be a sport played by “roughnecks.” He went on a hunger strike for several days, and his father acquiesced on the condition that he must be careful to avoid injury.

He played three seasons of football for Clinton High School. Clinton claimed two Iowa state championships in 1913 and 1914, and the school compiled a 22-3-1 record in his three years there. He led Clinton in scoring as a senior, rushing for six touchdowns from the fullback position.

While playing in the NFL, he returned to Iowa in the off-seasons to attend law school. He earned his JD from the University of Iowa’s College of Law. He practiced law in Chicago while playing for the Cardinals. After one year as a high school coach and athletic director in Oklahoma City, he turned to Chicago as an attorney.

He married Etta Searcy (1926-62) until her death, they had no children. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #kappaalphapsi

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greenhxme · 3 months ago

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Part Two: War

Pairing: Hyun-su x GN!Reader | Summary: The end of the world wasn’t something anyone expected, and it is even harder to believe when growing anxiety and lack of sleep already had you believing nothing was real. Words: ~2.5k | Reading Time: ~10mins. Author’s Note: This the second part of a series I don’t have a plan for the length of. Inspired entirely by the series on Netflix and my own ideas, no ties to the Webtoon nor is it meant to be entirely based on canon. (All dates and times in this part are taken directly from the show.) *Warnings: Descriptions of violence, gore, injuries, and death as well as mentions of suicidal ideation, depression, anxiety, violent ideation, etc. as related to the themes of Sweet Home.

Find the previous part of this series here.

August 15th, 2020 | 23:58

The screaming had finally stopped, nearly three hours ago, but you were still sitting with your back against the bed, hands covering your ears with your knees pulled up to your chest. It had started at the same time that you had lost your breath, your chest finally tightening in a way that made no breath feel like it was actually reaching your lungs. An anxiety so overwhelming that tears were stinging your eyes and you had stumbled into the bathroom, finally pulling the mirror cabinet open and letting boxes of stashed toothpaste clatter into the sink.

It had never been this bad before, you weren’t even sure if your anxiety had the symptoms that equalled hallucinations, but when you heard the woman the first time, asking for help, you went to see if anyone was there. You checked the door hole, but there was nothing. It had been enough to make the struggle to breathe even more as the anxiety grew heavier. Am I hearing voices now? You slowly opened the front door, wondering if maybe you just couldn’t see her, but when you pushed it open slowly, checking down the hall, there was no one. A light from another apartment was on, shining into the hall, but no one. Until there was a scream, and you’d slammed the door shut again.

You backed away from the door, opening the bottle and throwing the pills into your mouth, swallowing them down desperately before your knees had buckled and you hit the ground. Pills spilled out across the floor, bottle rolling towards the door as the voice screamed again. “Open the door!” It was almost pleading at first and you felt your back hit the side of your bed as you gasped for breath.

“It’s not real,” you had whispered softly to yourself before she screamed again.

It had taken a while of repeated reassurances before Jae-heon had let you finally leave to go home like he had originally wanted. A discussion of what had been going on in your life, about the secretary at the university and articles you’d both seen in the news of people fighting in public places, finally calmed him -or at least distracted him- enough to let you go. There was no way you could call him no without him keeling over with worry, much less explaining that you thought you were hearing voices. Then you would have to explain how it got to this point and you couldn’t do that. You couldn’t disappoint him too.

So instead you had sat through the screams, the pleading to be let in. “I’m hungry!”

“I’m just tired,” you gasped for breath as you rocked slightly, trying to find some method of calming yourself until the medication could have time to kick in. “It’s not real, I’m just tired.”

“Open the door--!” It had sounded less and less human each time, shrill and loud, becoming almost deafening before the sound of beating fists against metal.

Tears built in your eyes as you try to convince yourself that maybe there was a chance she really was there, maybe she was at your door now and you had simply run before seeing her. Only to feel crazier when there was no sign that she was really there, when the sound made it seem like your door should have been fighting on its hinges to stay up against the force of her fists. You’d covered your ears, holding your head and continued your chant that it wasn’t real.

“I’m hungry! Open the door! I told you, open the door!”

You weren’t entirely sure of when it had stopped, just that it had been hours now since then. You had been too scared to move at first, that any movement would make it return, like you’d somehow betrayed your mind into thinking you’d found sleep in the silence. You thanked the medication for kicking in well enough to regrant you some of your sanity.

Finally, you slowly look up and toward the door before moving to clean up the mess of pills on the floor, putting them back into the bottle and shoving it into the pocket of your jacket once closed. You jump at the sound of your phone blaring, at first reminding you again of the scream because of how shrill the sound is. Slowly, you step over to where you had left it on the counter, hands shaking as you turn it over to see the national alert on the screen.

You slam it face down on the counter again and you can hear the shrill sound rising again, as if you didn’t just shut it off, echoing in your head and you back away again, eyes squeezing shut.

It’s not real. I’m just tired. It’s not real.

August 16th, 2020 | 14:43

There was no way to tell when or how you’d fallen asleep, or if you even had since the ache in your head argued otherwise. Maybe you’d simply stared into the darkness of your apartment the entire time, you didn’t feel as if you’d rested at all. As far as you could tell, it made no difference and you were simply glad that the hallucinations had stopped.

Until you pick up your phone again, to see the screen filled with notifications of messages from Jae-heon. One after another, pleading for your answer. Then for you to stay put in your room. That there was something out there. To stay safe until he could get there.

And then there is another scream.

You run to your window, throwing open the curtains to look outside and nearly screaming yourself when you see the world outside. Smoke rises into the air from fires spread across the city landscape before you, and-- movement. Creatures, things unrecognizable from both distance or comprehension, wandering at the base of the apartment. “Get out of there!” you throw the curtain shut again, your head snapping toward the direction of the door from a voice screaming from an apartment down the hall.

Then, the screamed sob of a child, even further away. “Dad!” It sounded like a young girl, then another voice rang out in unison with her “Dad!”

You move away from your window, listening as carefully as you can. The alert last night, the texts, there’s something out there. Maybe even the screams had been real, you can’t help but wonder as you stand in the center of your room, your muscles tense as your body and mind wage a war against one another. It wasn't an entirely foreign feeling. Fighting between what you want to do, what you feel you need to do, and what your body seems to be capable of.

You hear their voices again, “Go away!” You look at the door as the war wages in your chest. “Help us!” Suddenly, one wins over the other, and you take your phone from the counter as if there is anything it may be useful for, or out of habit you’re not sure.

You pull your jacket closed, hands shaking as you pull on and tie your shoes, not sure of what might be waiting outside before pausing at the door. The children scream again and again, you move to the kitchen, grabbing the first thing that may suffice as a weapon to some degree before you find yourself leaving your apartment without another thought.

August 16th, 2020 | 15:50

Hyun-su fights to catch his breath as he glances up at the door number, 1210, knocking twice as he glances back and forth down the hallway. This sound would be enough to call the monster from the other floor down if the children didn’t answer quickly. The electrocution only seemed to have a temporary effect on keeping it down, and it would only be harder to get the kids up to the 14th floor if it knew where they were from the noise. He glances again, both ways, another knock before speaking quietly between shallow, gasped breaths. “Kids, I’m here to help you.”

The door is pulled open slowly, and Hyun-su can see through the crack the children are sitting together, arms around each other in the center of the floor.

“Who-” You come around the door slightly, knife held tightly in your hand as if you’re even certain you’d know what to do with it if you needed to. Your wide eyes are met with their mirror once again as he stares back at you, his mouth falling open slightly as you search his face for any signs of-- you're not sure what to look for. You had only seen the creatures below from your window and heard them in the halls. You had no idea of what they looked like, or if there was any use in searching someone’s face for any signs. There was no blood, this was the only physical symptom listed on the alert. You aren’t even sure if you have any right to be searching, how hypocritical it may be to search him for physical signs when you’d been up all night with what you thought may be your own symptoms from the list. You pull the door open further, letting him come in before shutting the door again and sighing slightly as the lock slides into place.

“Who are you?” You finally whisper as the two of you move further into the apartment, the children watching you both as you watch each other, eyes scanning for any sign of abnormality. “How did you get here?” He looks you over carefully, brown eyes scanning over your body, and then resting on the knife in your hand. He has his own, strapped to the end of some kind of rig, a broomstick with wires wrapped around and-- it doesn’t seem to matter. He moves to set it down along with the bag on his back.

The four of you sit in silence for a moment, letting him catch his breath as you talk quietly to the kids, pleading with them for a calm that you can’t yourself exhibit. Finally, you look at him again. “Have you seen them? The- whatever they are?” You’d been told from the kids what they had seen, but you could see from his state that he’d likely not been as lucky as you were not to run into anything on the way down to the kids’ apartment. He gives a slight nod, but nothing more at first, his wide eyes scanning the room as he adjusts himself on the floor.

“Who are you?” The girl in front of you speaks up then, voice soft and scared.

“Cha Hyun-su.” He answers as you move to try and catch your breath again, still trying to wrap your head around all of this. “Who are you?” He tries to ask you, but you are too focused on the breathing to really recognize the question for what it is.

“The daycare teacher says ‘Mouse’.” the little boy speaks up.

Hyun-su pauses briefly at that, looking at the girl who nods in confirmation of the name.

“Where did you come from?” Hyun-su asks and you finally turn, answering quietly with your room number. “Same floor as I did, how did you get down here?”

You gesture to the kids, as if the name they’d given you was hanging on a sign somewhere in the air in front of them “I’m quiet.” You were aware that people in the apartment building had taken to calling you Mouse not long after you had moved in. You hadn’t spoken to many people in the beginning, you hadn’t been confident in speaking to many people back home, much less here with a language that had still rolled so awkwardly off your tongue when you’d first moved.

He stands suddenly, coming over to you, “When did you get here?” You lean back against the kitchen counter as he shoves his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, one earbud still in his ear as he waits for your answer.

“Not long, maybe under an hour?”

“No monsters?” The kids gasp together, the younger beginning to cry again as his sister holds him and you move toward the bathroom, nodding for Hyun-su to come with and he hesitates for a moment before following. You shut the door behind the two of you, ignoring how suffocating the space feels with another person.

“I didn’t run into anything, no.” You say softly, looking down to the floor in the same awkward way that Hyun-su is. “Are you listening to music?” you ask, the both of you looking up at the same time. His eyebrows are drawn together, mouth open slightly as the look of confusion takes over his features. You gesture to the wire of his earbuds.

“No, it- to hear if there is a monster.”

“So this is really real-” your voice is even softer now, and he nods as if it were a question. “I thought I was crazy, I thought I heard something last night. This woman, she was screaming, and I thought-”

Silence settles between the two of you, save for the faint sound of the children talking softly to each other outside the door. “On our floor?” Hyun-su finally speaks up and you look up at him, nodding. “She was at my door.” he adds, and you can tell he’s providing confirmation. Letting you know you aren’t crazy, that it had really happened, and it does provide some sort of relief. That maybe it hadn’t just been you, that maybe it wasn’t a symptom of whatever was happening to these people. Maybe you weren’t a monster yourself, and that was enough comfort for the moment. At least, it was more comfort than you thought you would find today.

“So we need to go back up? 14th floor?”

He simply nods again to your question. You wonder if it would be possible to get to the 15th. You wonder if Jae-heon would even still be there if you made it.

When the two of you come back, you tell the children to come closer again gently, sitting around the candles again, and you tell them what you need to do.

Hyun-su doesn’t try to provide anything further than your explanation, nor does he have the time as the children begin to plead with him, begging for him to save their father downstairs as well and you shift in the small circle they’d formed, sitting close as Hyun-su looks at them. “No one could survive a fall from the 12th floor.” He says simply and your eyes dart to him, wide and almost enraged before moving to comfort the kids again, and after a moment he speaks up again.

“How old are you both?”

“I’m nine years old,” the girl speaks for the both of them, “my brother is six.” You feel your stomach turn at how small her voice is, making their ages seem even smaller as she answers his question, and you can’t help but look at him as he seems to process it before the corner of his mouth tilts up ever so slightly.

Hyun-su’s eyes meet yours again, only for a moment before shifting to the children.

“Those are the perfect ages to fight monsters.”

#sweet home #sweet home kdrama #sweet home fanfic #sweet home fanfiction #cha hyunsu x reader #hyunsu x reader #sweet home netflix #sweet home season one

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rhapsodynew · 4 months ago

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#How young we were

#On this day

So young. So talented... ❤❤💔❤

Led Zeppelin IV is the fourth studio album by the British rock band Led Zeppelin, released on November 8, 1971.

Most of the album was recorded by the musicians at the secluded Hedley Grange estate in East Hampshire, with the help of the Rolling Stones mobile studio. The work was produced at London's Island Studios and Olympic Studios, as well as at Sunset Sound Recorders (Los Angeles) - under the direction of Jimmy Page. Work on the album took place from December 1970 to February 1971, Matt Biel worked at Trident Studios. Throughout the recording, the band had very little contact with the press, which led to rumors in the media about its breakup.

Before the release of the album, Led Zeppelin actively "tested" new material on tour, visiting, between March and December 1971: North America, Japan, a number of European countries, as well as playing two British concert tours.

There is no band name and album title on the cover, and there is no information about the publisher; instead, it shows four special characters that correspond to each of its members. Many people call this album "Led Zeppelin IV", and, referring to the numerical numbering of the band's previous records, nevertheless, the names also stuck to it: the fourth album, four symbols, ZoSo, runes, hermit, sticks, man with sticks.

The works of "Led Zeppelin IV" amount to more than 37 million copies, which makes them not too voluminous, but the most experienced albums in the history of the band, none of them. My favorite albums in the world. In particular, "Led Zeppelin IV", which is considered the most commercially successful hard rock record of all time, and the song "Stairway to Heaven" released on it is still one of the most rotated pieces of music, of any genre, on American radio and one of the most famous compositions in the history of music.

Led Zeppelin IV regularly performs as a spectator of the "Best Albums in History". So, in 2020, the AmericanRolling Stone magazine placed it at number 58 in its ranking of the "500 Greatest Albums of All Time". In turn, the British edition of New Musical Express marked him on the 106th line of a similar vote. In addition, Led Zeppelin IV is ranked 1st in Classic Rock magazine's "100 Greatest British Rock Albums" and "100 Greatest Rock Albums in History" rankings, as well as 4th in the list of "200 Greatest Albums according to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame", compiled by participation of the Music Business Association of the USA.

In 1999, the recording was inducted into the Grammy Award Hall of Fame, becoming the first of the band's albums to be awarded such a privilege. Several songs from this album were released in the USSR in 1988 on the Stairway to Heaven record as part of the Archive of Popular Music series.

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anxiousgaypanicking · 1 month ago

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Memory

Anxceit (Virgil x Janus) Hypnovember 2020 Day Sixteen: Memory Warnings: hypnosis, sex, bruising

Filled with a strange sense of want, Janus finds himself sprawled across his bed significantly more lethargic than usual.

Typically, he has no problem playing the role of the big, dominant top. He tells his subs what to do, and he demands complete submission and obedience! He finds the role they play important, but still humiliating, and would never imagine himself on his knees doing any and every little thing that's commanded of him. Well, he'd never imagine such things... until now.

He doesn't know what's gotten him into such a mood. He wasn't doing anything sexual, nor was he thinking of anything in particular. It was just a brief 'hm, I'd like to try subbing' that spiraled into a mixture of half-baked fantasies and rather burning need.

It's not like he hasn't bottomed before; he just finds doing such a tad impractical. He's got two cocks, compared to the standard singular one. It'd be a waste of a shaft to not shove it somewhere! But he has ridden his subs, and he's enjoyed that... maybe he'd enjoy doing less of the planning, demanding, and dominating too?

His head suddenly shoots up as he hears heavy footsteps outside his door.

They clearly keep moving without intending to stop, but Janus quickly slides out of bed and slinks over to his doorframe, peeking his head out into the hallway.

There, he sees Virgil a few steps ahead of him, headphones in. One of Virgil's hands is stuffed into his pockets, and the other scrolls mindlessly on his phone. Immediately, Janus sees an opportunity laid out before him, and rushes to seize it.

"Virgil!" he calls down the hall, before Virgil has the chance to slip into his bedroom. "Are you perchance busy at the moment?"

Virgil glances over his shoulder, and pulls an earbud out in order to hear Janus. He shrugs. "Not really," he replies, "what's up?"

Janus steps fully out into the hallway. He clasps his hands together in front of him, and rocks ever so slightly back and forth on his heels. Virgil raises an eyebrow, clearly able to tell something's up, but not knowing what specifically is afflicting Janus. "I was hoping you'd be willing to... help me try something new."

Pursing his lips, Virgil looks hesitant. "I don't love 'new' things."

"Well... new for me. You won't have to worry about a thing, honestly."

Virgil turns fully, facing Janus with a countenance filled with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. Though, he looks equally as interested as he does questioning.

"That's a vague explanation," Virgil mutters. "If I don't know what I'll be doing to help you, then I don't know whether or not I want to."

"You'll want to," Janus sweetly assures him. "Without spoiling too much, I can tell you that it'll be fun, sexual, and there may or may not be spirals involved." Janus takes a few steps towards Virgil, who's face slowly goes red as he processes Janus's implications. "Does that make you more inclined to help?"

Swallowing a mouthful of spit, Virgil mumbles "I guess," but actively lets Janus take his hand and pull him towards his room.

He's guided to Janus's bed in a matter of minutes, with the door being closed behind them and Janus joining him on the mattress. He crawls over Virgil, but in an unfamiliar way this time. Typically, Janus slots himself between his partner's legs, but right now he was straddling Virgil's lap completely.

"If you wanted to hypnotize me, you could have just said so," Virgil says, face red as Janus cups his jaw in his hands, holding Virgil's head still. "It's not like you've had a problem admitting such before."

"I like being mysterious," Janus quietly murmurs in response.

Virgil scoffs. "You're hardly mysterious. You're annoying, is what you are."

Janus laughs softly, but rubs his thumbs sweetly over Virgil's cheeks, petting his face until Virgil's embarrassment has melted away into simple and gentle relaxation. With Virgil lax beneath his body, breathing rhythmically under him, Janus finally blinks and activates the spirals in his eyes, which has Virgil melting even further into the bed.

"There we go," Janus sighs, stroking Virgil's face and body as Virgil's eyelids droop. "So excited to be under my control, aren't you? So eager? I know you were a bit hesitant until you discovered it'd result in nice, soothing pleasure..."

Virgil let's out a shaky moan of sheer relaxation.

"This is going to be a bit different to what we normally do though... okay? Are you willing to try something new with me?"

Though his face scrunches up in brief, honest distaste, Virgil eventually settles back into a neutral, blissful expression. "Mhm... I guess..."

"Good boy." Janus brings one of Virgil's hands to his lips, and kisses his knuckles, though his eyes stay fixated on Virgil's own, keeping him entranced. "Now... do you remember last week, when I had you in my bed, bent over the mattress?"

Virgil's cheeks go pink, but he still lets out a lazy "mhm..."

"Can you picture how you looked? Naked? Flustered?"

"Yeah..."

Janus's breath hitches, embarrassment creeping inside of him. It's an unfamiliar feeling - he isn't used to being this vulnerable. This trusting. Though, the fact Virgil's beneath him does ease his humiliation a touch. Out of all of the sides, Virgil is the one Janus would trust the most in a situation like this.

He swallows the spit in his mouth. "Can you also feel that memory getting fuzzier and fuzzier? The harder you try to remember it, the less detail you're sure of. Were you really bent over the mattress, or were you laying atop it instead? Was I really behind you, or were you on top of me?"

Virgil's brows furrow in sudden confusion, as if he's struggling to remember.

"You don't have to burden yourself with those finer details though, my love. Not when I'm here to tell you exactly what happened." Janus swipes his thumb over Virgil's bottom lip. "See, you weren't actually bent over the bed. You were on the bed. Can you picture that for me, Virgil?"

"Yes..."

"Good boy. And I wasn't behind you. I was beneath you. Can you picture my body pinned beneath yours?"

Virgil goes momentarily quiet as his brain pieces together this completely imagined picture of Janus beneath him. Once he can see it clearly in his mind, he moans softly. "Yes."

"You were acting rough, too. You were mocking, and teasing, and rough. And you loved forcing me to be vocal, and to tell you how good you were doing. You do love praise, don't you?"

Easy question, that immediately has Virgil whining out a much more embarrassed "yeah..."

"All of our sexual encounters have been like that, you know. You can't remember a single one that didn't involve you topping me, dominating my movements and my pleasure with skillful confidence and enticing experience. You've topped the others, I'm sure, and you've topped me too. Do you believe that?"

More silence, as Virgil's eyes flutter briefly shut, and then open again. "Yes. I believe it."

"And... and do you remember topping me? And how much you loved it?"

"Yes."

Janus let's out a shaky breath of his own, and has to stop for a moment to regain his composure. "Okay. That's good. It's good that you remember. And you want to do that again. You crave dominating me. Don't you?"

Virgil groans. "Yes."

"Of course you do. You love being in control, and you love topping, and you love dominating me. Can you repeat that for me?"

"I- I love being in control, 'nd I love topping, 'nd I love domming you..."

Janus pets Virgil's face. "Say it again."

"I love being in control, and I love topping, and I love dominating you."

Janus's hips roll ever so slightly against Virgil's own, causing Virgil to whine softly as Janus's teeth sink into his bottom lip. He's hot with embarrassment, and yet buzzing with anticipation.

"You'll still obey, don't get me wrong, but for the sake of... realism, I'm giving you more freedom than normal. If you want to do something, you will, okay? No questions asked. And if I say stop, you will, like you always have. Does that sounds good?"

"Sounds... good..." Virgil slurs.

Janus traces his finger along the side of Virgil's face, admiring his pale, flushed face for a few seconds, before he's poking Virgil on the nose, and giving him his final instructions. "When I blink away my spirals," he starts, speaking slow, "and let you out of this wonderful, relaxing, blissful trance that I've been talking you through, you're going to feel so horny, and so needy, and you're going to want me." Janus sucks in a deep breath. "Okay?"

"Okay."

Janus's tongue swipes over his lips, as he forces his hips to still, not wanting to embarrass himself once Virgil comes to, even if Virgil's personality and memories have been tweaked a bit (and even though Janus can guarantee he'll hide this night deep within Virgil's mind, unlikely to be remembered ever), and then quietly counts down from three. Once he reaches one, he blinks, and sits back on his calves, still resting on Virgil's lower half as he leans back, giving Virgil the space needed to mentally wake up from his prior induction.

Virgil shifts first and foremost as his eyes press shut, only to slowly open and blink a few times, as if he's slowly becoming aware of his surroundings once more. He glances around the room, and then towards Janus, who's hips he's quickly grabbing and squeezing despite his still temporarily lethargic demeanor.

"Hey," Virgil yawns, as his fingers press into Janus's waist rather firmly, holding Janus tight and possessively. His grip is solid, even though he's still sunk deep into the mattress. "You're all propped up on my lap."

Janus snorts. "Impressive observation, Virgil."

"Give me a sec; I'm just waking up," Virgil immediately complains, as he groans, before stretching and sitting upwards. As he does, his knees slide up, trapping Janus between Virgil's thighs and his chest. His lips are quirked up into a knowing smirk - a look all too confident compared to Virgil's typical personality. "It's not everyday I get a pretty guy on my lap, needily grinding away while I'm half-asleep."

Spluttering, Janus insists "I was not 'needily grinding away.'"

"Mhm." Lazily, Virgil rolls his hips upwards, rubbing his half-hard bulge against Janus's visible tent, making Janus gasp and grab his shoulders. "Whatever you say."

As his fingers curl into the fabric of Virgil's shirt, Janus finds himself filled with a weird amount of embarrassment. Typically, he's much more open about when his playthings arouse him, but now he was the plaything, and his arousal was going to be toyed with.

Virgil just rubs his hands over Janus's sides for a moment, leaving Janus in brief awkward silence, however it only takes another minute or so for Virgil to shake off his post-trance daze and blurt "fuck, Janus." He cuts himself off abruptly with a chuckle, shaking his head in a playful manner. "All your squirming got me worked up."

"You were worked up before I started squirming," Janus argues. "I noticed you all hard and needy, and figured I'd be ever so helpful and give you a hand."

Virgil grins in such a way that his sharp canines are noticeable and gleaming. "I'd much prefer you give me a hole instead," he murmurs, intimately brushing his lips across Janus, but not quite giving him the satisfaction of a kiss. "It's not like you've ever resisted being my whore in the past."

Unable to help his excitement at Virgil's words, Janus cautiously asks "oh yeah? Is that what you believe? When have I ever willingly whored my self out to your animalistic desires?"

"Don't tell me last week somehow slipped your mind," Virgil immediately scoffs, fingers dragging upwards and beneath Janus's shirt. "We were in your bed, just like right now actually. And we were positioned kind of like..." Virgil suddenly flips their position with little hesitation, pinning Janus to the mattress beneath him, "this." Janus's legs are forcibly spread and wrap around Virgil's waist, as Virgil's forearms land on either side of Janus's face, with their own noses pressing together.

Virgil grins. "Seem familiar?"

No. No it doesn't. But with the fabricated memories Janus had implanted in Virgil's mind, Virgil's none the wiser towards how their previous encounter really went! He thinks that this is the norm, and who is Janus to spoil this fantasy?

"Somewhat... but I think I need a bit more to help jog my memory."

"Greedy, aren't you?" Virgil mocks, but his hands are sliding up Janus's body and pulling his shirt up swiftly, bringing his lips down to Janus's collarbone before the latter can even process what's happened. He kisses the area lightly, and then bites at Janus's skin just hard enough for Janus to gasp. He leaves no mark, and sucks no hickey; his action was solely to elicit a reaction.

"Tease," Janus juts, which has Virgil chuckling as he switches sides, kissing over Janus's scales instead.

His warm breath makes Janus shiver as his mouth caresses Janus's scales, licking briefly over different patches of sparkling snakeskin. Janus's hands grip tightly to his shoulders, but it's only a matter of time before Virgil's smoothly grabbing both his wrists in one handful and pinning them above Janus's head.

Smiling cockily, Virgil asks "what about now? Anything coming back to you yet?"

Humming as though he's thinking about it, Janus shakes his head. "Not a thing," he insists, which is technically the truth, though Virgil clearly believes he's just playing coy.

"Where do you keep the lube?"

Janus's eyes momentarily go wide. "The lube?" he repeats.

Virgil snickers at him, and then digs around Janus's bed. His free hand slide beneath Janus's pillows, across his bedsheets, and then eventually reaches over to the nightstand where he finds a small bottle. He grabs it, and wiggles it in front of Janus's face. Janus flushes at how casually Virgil then proceeds to tug down Janus's own pants and toss them aside, and then dump lube onto his fingers.

The cold air quickly gives Janus goosebumps as he watches Virgil smear lubricant between his thumb and his pointer. "Aren't you going to strip?" Janus asks, but he's merely met with a playful laugh in response.

"Why would I need to do that?" Virgil asks, as his slick hand slides down to Janus's hole. "It's not like you can touch my body in your current position, anyway." Virgil squeezes Janus's wrists to remind him of his restrained position.

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Janus finds that he can't think of a single reason that doesn't make him sound utterly pathetic.

He's been put in the position he's put his partners in plenty of times. Completely nude. Completely vulnerable. While he - and now Virgil - remain completely clothed, and completely in control. Its a visual representation of the unspoken power imbalance between them. One only partially known by Janus, but fully harnessed by Virgil, who's played both parts. Just not with Janus. With everyone but Janus.

"All that really needs to be free is my cock," Virgil continues, as his finger circles Janus's hole, teasing him by leaving him straining with anticipation. "Isn't that right?"

Janus's head instinctively falls to the side, hiding half his face in the bedsheets. But Virgil isn't satisfied with his silence, and so squeezes Janus's wrists, leaning over him with an aura of power that Virgil never exudes.

"Isn't that right?" Virgil repeats, his breath hot against Janus's face. Janus feels his body warm at Virgil's assertiveness.

"Yeah," Janus gulps, voice breathy and excited. "That's right. It was foolish of me to imply anything else."

Grinning wide, Virgil finally pushes his fingers into Janus, stating "damn right."

Virgil's fingers inside of him feel incredibly unfamiliar, with Janus squirming as Virgil's pointer and middle curl and thrust into him. Though his movements are slow, they're practiced, and Janus can only imagine Virgil fingering the others open intimately, or even Janus himself doing such to Virgil when the roles are reversed. He knows it's necessary, but he finds his eyes focusing more on Virgil's crotch than his moving hand.

Virgil takes notice immediately, of course. "You're not subtle," he teases, as he slowly slides a third finger into Janus. "And while your staring is flattering, it's also awfully perverse. It seems like you've decided to act like even more of a whore than usual. Must be my lucky day."

Spreading his fingers apart, Virgil is cautious in stretching Janus open, but rough with his words; it's a contrast that leaves Janus reeling.

"You're attractive," Janus mumbles, in an attempt to save face. "How am I supposed to keep my eyes away from such an appealing sight?"

Virgil's fingers jab rather roughly into him, causing his body to jolt. A moan is immediately ripped from his throat, and Janus wishes he could press his hands over his mouth in order to keep further embarrassing noises from spilling out. Virgil merely grins at him. "Flattery won't make you any less of a slut," he says, as he adds his fourth and final finger, stretching Janus with more ease as he scissors his fingers open and shut, and continues moving them in and out of Janus.

Between his legs, Janus's cocks twitch and throb with sheer arousal.

Though Virgil visibly enjoys stretching Janus, pleasing and taunting him with each movement of his fingers, he eventually focuses less of his efforts on prepping Janus, and more on pleasuring him. As one of his hands leaves bruises around Janus's wrists, the other searches and thrusts knowingly into Janus, eventually hitting exactly what Virgil wants it to.

Janus's body trembles immediately upon Virgil's fingers stimulating his prostate. He feels embarrassed and inexperienced as his back arches off the bed, and that only serves to make him feel hot. A loud cry fills the room followed by an undignified curse, as Janus's eyes flicker between the ceiling and Virgil's smug face.

"Feel good?" Virgil asks, as he rubs against Janus's prostate, getting the most mileage out of just his fingers.

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Janus let's out a meager "mhm," not trusting his voice at the moment. He feels humiliated, naked, vulnerable, and good. And Virgil knows he feels good.

Which is why he knows it's intentional that Virgil pulls his fingers out near immediately.

"Wouldn't want to spoil our fun too soon, hm?" Virgil teases, as he finally releases Janus's wrists in order to grab the previously discarded bottle of lube a final time. He fills the palm of his hand with a hefty pile, and then tosses the container off the bed fully. With his free hand, he undoes the top button of his skinny jeans, and slowly pulls down the zipper. His lavender-coloured boxers do little to hide his hard cock, and Virgil barely pulls down the waistband of his underwear before his shaft comes springing out.

Then, he begins lubing his cock up, stroking it in clear view of Janus just to torture him. And Janus's hands twitch and then twist into the mattress, his wrists sore from Virgil's grip

Once his cock is fully slicked, Virgil's quick to lift Janus's hips by his thighs, his grip surprisingly strong on Janus's legs. His fingers sink simultaneously into both Janus's flesh and his scales, making Janus whine softly at the firm, pleasurable pain.

Virgil leans over him again, intentionally folding Janus's legs back. Unable to suppress a groan at the ache, Janus at least appreciates the opportunity to learn that he's more flexible than he thought he was, even if there's a bit of pressure in his joints.

"Don't look so stiff," Virgil then scoffs. "It's not like I haven't twisted you into more strenuous positions. I thought you liked being bent and tied."

Janus's voice shakes, as he responds "I do," even though he truly didn't know he did until just now. But to hear Virgil's fantasies of forcing him into a variety of positions and tying him up spill out in a few simple sentences detailing faux past experiences has him red in the face. Maybe he'll let Virgil tie him up someday. Until then though, Janus is left reeling as his knees press into his sides, while Virgil presses the tip of his cock against his awaiting hole.

"Ready, Janus?" Virgil asks, and Janus can only nod in response, with Virgil's low, confident voice making his body jolt slight all on it's own.

And Virgil needs no further encouragement to proceed, as he uses the leverage of his hands on Janus's thighs to pull Janus's hips back right as his own snap forward, roughly joining their bodies together with just one hard thrust.

It's a foreign feeling, and an intense one at that, that has Janus choking on air and moaning out immediately. As his chest arches upwards, his fingers press down, his head thrown back in sheer pleasure at the stretch of his hole and the feeling of being filled by Virgil's cock.

"Just like that," Virgil praises, though it sounds more mocking than anything. He rolls his hips against Janus's, reminding him of just how closely they're pressed together.

Then, in a brief show of Virgil's more reserved, intimate side, one of Virgil's hands slides away from Janus's leg and grabs Janus's hand instead, interlocking their fingers as he holds Janus's hand above his head. In doing so, he ends up leaning over Janus, and they're pressed chest-to-chest, bodies rubbing against each other. It's a surprisingly enjoyable bit of pressure and intimacy; Janus knows Virgil enjoys closeness, but for him to act on it and forcibly push their bodies together solely to make Janus feel the roughness of Virgil's shirt against his bare skin and sensitive scales is a whole different experience, and a pleasurable one at that.

"Does this feel good?" Virgil asks, voice husky in Janus's ear. His lips press against the side of Janus's face, softly grazing his scales. "Tell me how much you like it."

"I like it," Janus replies, almost instantly. As one of his hands squeezes Virgil's, the other wraps around Virgil's shoulders. He himself used to get pissy when Virgil would scratch at his back (his scales are sensitive, and nails being dragged across them was honestly kind of a mood-killer), but now he can do nothing else but dig his manicured nails hard into the back of Virgil's jacket. "It's good; Virgil, it's so good."

Virgil nibbles on his earlobe. Though his expression is hidden, Janus can tell he's grinning, delighted by Janus's pleasure.

Slowly, Virgil begins to rock his hips, sliding his cock partially out before pushing it back in. He takes a careful pace, but a rough one nonetheless. There are long pauses between his movements, but Janus is more appreciative than anything for those breaks. They give him time to catch his breath after it's so intensely pulled from him with each pleasurable thrust into him.

"Fuck," Janus curses, voice cracking. His knuckles are white as his hand tightly grips Virgil's own.

Virgil meanwhile groans into Janus's ear. "You're so tight," he observes, voice hushed. "Considering how often we fuck I'm shocked. Here I thought you'd be needy enough to stuff yourself with toys whenever I'm not around to satisfy you, but I guess nothing compares to my cock now does it?"

"No," Janus moans out, completely honest. "This is so.... so..."

Janus can't even finish his words before he's crying out in pleasure as Virgil thrusts harder into him, rocking his body against the mattress. His prostate is nailed head on, and he's left red in the face and buzzing with ecstasy. Pants spill from his lips as his cocks leak pre. As he slides his hand away from Virgil's body in order to grab and stroke them, Virgil's quick to grab it and hold it above Janus's head as well, wordlessly forcing Janus to abstain from giving himself instant and intense gratification.

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Janus's eyes shakily drift from his messy cocks to Virgil's grinning face. "Please," he softly begs, the polite plea sounding foreign coming from his lips. "Just let me-"

"Let you?" Virgil interrupts him, punctuating his firm words with rough thrusts. Janus's prostate is abused over and over and over as Virgil's hips drive hard into him. "You're in no place to be making demands. You do as I say, and if I tell you to never touch your cocks again, you never will. Got it?"

Janus's body is overwhelmed with sheer embarrassment at being talked down to. A gleam of light briefly swirls within Virgil's iris, spiraling down to his pupil. His gaze is intense and expectant, and so Janus nods his head despite his humiliated disposition.

"Understood," Janus shakily replies, and as a treat he gets harshly kissed.

It's sudden and rough, needy from both their ends. Virgil's messy as he collides his lips with Janus's own, clashing their teeth together in uncomfortable manners only to turn his head slightly and fit their mouths together perfectly. Virgil groans into Janus's mouth as Janus arches up into him, with Virgil still holding his hands and using him hard.

His toes curl as he thinks about how strong Virgil is. Sure, he was wise and witty, but what does that truly mean compared to the physical strength Virgil posses? He doesn't look buff, because he isn't, but his grip is tight enough to no doubt bruise Janus's wrists, and Janus enjoys that severely.

Their lips stay sliding against each others, with Virgil only granting Janus the ability to breathe when he himself needs such as well, before they're kissing again. Virgil's not only leading this kiss, but commanding it. There's intense passion, desperation, roughness, need, so much emotion and so much pleasure that Janus feels his head is spinning.

"Please-" Janus tries to negotiate again, but he's once more quickly silenced by Virgil's lips. As his hips move fast and hard, Janus is left shaking beneath him, so overwhelmed by this new and intense experience that he's left on the edge and desperate for relief. "Please!" he cries again, against Virgil's mouth this time, but Virgil continues to ignore him and just bites Janus's bottom lip, tugging on it momentarily and then kissing him again.

As Virgil's fingers press and squeeze against his own, Janus knows he could just snap his fingers and have Virgil let him touch. He could have Virgil let him come. But he refuses to do so. He likes this too much.

Virgil pulls away just barely in order to curse, filling Janus's ears with his breathy voice as little sensitive whines bubble up from his throat.

He's feeling just as good, and eventually Virgil can't help but release Janus's hands in order to grab Janus's waist instead. He pulls Janus onto his cock with each thrust forward, joining their bodies together repeatedly.

"Janus," Virgil whimpers, as his nails press into Janus's sides. Janus hisses at the feeling, but finds he doesn't mind being gripped so desperately, especially because he can feel Virgil shaking as he's held. "God, Janus."

His thrusts speed up, but his hips get sloppier. As the tip of his cock rams against Janus's prostate, they both end up moaning together.

Unintelligible pleas spill from Janus's mouth, though he doesn't ask for anything specific since he was dissuaded from doing so. But Virgil knows what he wants, and - perhaps due to the fact he's close himself - finally decides to give it to him.

Virgil's hand wraps tightly around Janus's cocks, which are pinned beneath his own clothed body thanks to just how close they are, and he strokes them fast. With a firm grip and a fast hand, Janus is left reeling as he struggles to even comprehend the sudden added pleasure he's receiving on top of everything else. There's no skillful rhythm or teasing intent behind Virgil's pace, just rough, intense need.

"Virgil-" Janus gasps out, as warmth floods his abdomen, "Virgil, I'm close!"

Though Virgil ignores him like he's been doing pretty consistently, Janus can see the way Virgil's eyes flutter shut in pleasure shortly before he hides his face in Janus's neck, biting into his flesh to ground himself as he gets them both off. And so, Janus comes, feeling so wildly good and blissful as pleasure courses through him in waves. Instead of his semen being pumped into his sub's ass, it streaks over his flushed face and arched chest, further adding to his humiliation and subsequent enjoyment. His body is decorated in his mess, and it has him screwing his eyes tightly shut, only for them to snap open when Virgil moans against his flesh and drives his cock deep inside Janus, followed immediately after by Virgil pumping his orgasm inside of him.

Virgil rides out his climax by clinging to Janus and rolling his hips ever so slightly, shifting his cock around in meek thrusts as he enjoys his high, before he pulls his cock out, and collapses to the bed beside Janus.

They both pant, struggling to catch their breaths, before Janus waves his fingers in front of Virgil's face. Virgil's brief look of confusion quickly falls into a cloudy, half-aware gaze once Janus snaps, leaving him ready for a command.

Janus snickers at the quick change up, but still softly says "get us cleaned up. And take your time doing so. I don't mind relaxing in the bath for a bit while you wash me up," and then snaps again, cementing his words into Virgil's memory. But he's not done.

Cheekily - and done more so in sake of his dignity than for any malicious reason - Janus then adds "and when I finally ease you out of my control, this memory is going to be pushed to the back, back, back of your mind. So deep that you'll almost never recall it. You'll think it was just a dream... or a fantasy... or some forged memory long forgotten, okay? Deep, deep, deep into your mind." Janus sighs. "Aren't I so kind? For giving you this privilege, and then letting you keep it? I could pluck this experience right out of your brain completely... but that'd be more work for me if I ever wanted to recall it, now wouldn't it?"

Virgil lets out a lazy, ambivalent moan.

So, Janus snaps a final time, and then encourages Virgil to wash them up. Virgil does, slipping back into his obedient role, and carries Janus to the bathroom, while Janus admires the new delightful colours on his wrists. Red and purples in the shape of Virgil's hands - a physical indicator of his careless desire. Janus twists his wrists back and forth, uncharacteristically giddy.

It'd be a great - albeit temporary - memento of this night. And the bruises would be wonderful to see as he pleasures himself to this memory, which he plans on doing quite a bit. And maybe... if Virgil ever awakes to this memory too, thinking it to be nothing more than an embarrassing dream... he'll get off to it too.

#sanders sides #sanders sides smut #not safe for sanders #agp smut #hypnosis #hypnovember #hypnovember 2020 #anxceit #anxceit smut

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earlycuntsets · 6 months ago

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pt. 3 (pts 1, 2, 4)

earlycuntsets.org sourced - where I got all my mcr pictures

first of a series. due to tumblr limits on how many links you can post. this full idea will be continued on future posts. here is 2007-2010. this is pictures. will make a separate post for youtube/recordings.

been needing to fully source my website so here we go! wanted to share with other kool mcr fans.

old fansites/website appearances:

12/17/2010 the night 87x stole christmas detroit mi - ken settle & schwegweb.com (ken settle)

12/18/2020 the edge jingle bell rock toronto ca - popmatters (mcrmy ecuador) & aux.tv

02/13/2011 birmingham uk -blackvelvetmagazine

03/05/2011 barcelona spain - in headphones (mcrmy ecuador)

04/09/2011 denver co - reverb (mcrmy ecuador)

04/12/2011 minneapolis mn - citypages (mcrmy ecuador)

04/15/2011 chicago il - chicago now (mcrmy ecuador) & j.l. hopper

04/17/2011 cleveland oh - radio 92.3 (mcrmy ecuador)

04/23/2011 nyc ny - QRO magazine

05/07/2011 sayreville nj - thenjunderground

05/15/2011 bbc r1 big weekend carlisle uk - country grind slideshow

05/18/2011 orlando fl - ishotyourband.com & jencray.com

05/21/2011 & 05/22/2011 dallas tx - blackvelvetmagazine

05/28/2011 la ca - theaudioperv & sarah dope (deviantart)

07/10/2011 live at t in the park balado uk - thisfakediy

09/01/2011 auburn wa - suzi pratt

flickrs:

12/12/2010 101 rex the halls san diego ca - natalie, brittney denaux,

12/14/2010 st louis mo - todd owyoung, kingdead, todd morgan, jane bush,

12/15/2010 chicago il - ashley osborn, famousliving.dead, liz kannenburg, danigio,

12/18/2010 the edge jingle bell rock toronto ca- megan shauna

12/31/2010 carson daley nye - alexis siracusano

02/12/2011 london uk - lucy roth & emma webb

02/16/2011 dublin ireland - ian keegan

02/18/2011 manchester uk - michelle heighway, kay elliot, frankie cooksie, helena hurricane

02/19/2011 nottingham uk - simplificity

2/21/2011 cardiff uk - holly jenkins

02/22/2011 newcastle uk - sinead granger

02/24/2011 london uk - lucy roth (planetary go mv show)

02/26/2011 tilberg netherlands - rene sebastian

03/01/2011 paris france - jem & dianthallr

03/05/2011 barcelona spain - ruben navarro, elsa nieto, javier bragado domingo

03/07/2011 milano italy - rodolfo sassano, emanuela silm rillo,

03/12/2011 mtv winter valencia spain - laura s.c., ana barettino, grace dirnt, jose fernandez,

03/18/2011 stockholm sweden - victor lundmark

03/31/2011 oakland ca - scernea

04/02/2011 vancouver ca - ashley tanasiychuk, anil sharma,

04/03/2011 seattle wa - ciera walters

04/08/2011 salt lake city ut - sparkk&fade & alex young

04/09/2011 denver co - michael fajardo

04/11/2011 toronta ca - tony felgueiras

04/13/2011 milwaukee wi - echolalia

04/15/2011 chicago il - amelia l, danigio

04/16/2011 grand rapids me - stephanie weier

4/22/2011 nyc nc - brittany vero

04/23/2011 nyc ny - brittany vero, amy winkler, ludovica ciccarelli, tyler olson, robert polanco

05/07/2011 sayreville nj - future daydream

05/15/2011 holmdel nj - michael dubin

05/10/2011 washington dc - specimenlife, kell

05/15/2011 bbc r1 big weekend carlisle uk - chealsea cochrane, sabrina lr,

05/17/2011 ft lauderdale fl - maysa askar & marc schiller

05/21/2011 dallas tx - thunderkiss

06/24/2011 dcode festival madrid spain - juan rodriguez talavera, juan perez- fajardo, patygelduck

06/26/2011 imola italy - giacomo astorri,

06/27/2011 vienna austria - jeremy kruezmayr & steph fiorese

06/29/2011 volt festival sonpron hungary - zalaihirlap (mcrmy ecuador)

07/07/2011 oeiras portugal - palco principal

07/27/2011 vienna austria - inkbotkowalski

08/13/2011 hershey pa - alicia brown

instagram:

05/05/2011 boston ma - rich g

looks like there will be a part four to complete the timeline. damn the link limits

pt. 4 here

#my chemical romance #gerard way #mcr #frank iero #mikey way #ray toro #danger days era #2011 #2010

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riphertoshreds · 2 months ago

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Dany Villarreal at the Danforth Music Hall in Toronto, Ontario on October 30, 2024.

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caffeinated-eccentric-polymorph · 6 months ago

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Here's an old short story I wrote around 2020 during quarantine because I'm trying to get back into writing fiction and coming back to this will hopefully motivate me (also I still really like it) 🩵✨

Remy Tintenfisch, scientist

Word count: 1925

“Wow, look at that one!” The kid’s friend rushed at his side to look at the tiny shark in the aquarium, gaping at it until their teacher, Miss Katelyn, ushered them along with the rest of the group. The trip was going fairly well considering it had only been planned a few days prior. A friend of hers, Marceline, had called her a few days prior to offer her class a trip to the aquarium where she worked. Katelyn, of course, had accepted: it would do the kids wonders to get out of school for a while, and they tended to learn better when things were presented in a lighter, funnier way. The trip, however, had been a hassle to plan, what with only a few days ahead. But they had pulled it off, and the kids were having fun, so Katelyn could only assume it was worth it. When she’d asked Marceline what the occasion was, she’d said one of her newest colleges wanted to give some kids a visit to interest them in marine science. Both women agreed it was a good idea, and there they were. The said colleague, Remy, was supposed to meet them in the hall, which is where she was trying to get her twenty-two kids at the moment.

“Are you sure you’ll be ok Remy?” asked Marc. He nodded, his notes in hand already, a nervous smile plastered on his sweaty face. “It’ll be fine, you’ll see,” said Marceline. Remy only nodded again before getting out into the hall just in time to spot the flock of children circling the big central aquarium. The only adult of the group quickly approached, ushering the small kids along with her. Her shoulder slumped as soon as they reached him. “Remy, is it? I’m Katelyn,” she said, shaking his hand. Her touch didn’t linger on his moist skin, and she lowered her voice, shooting him a sympathetic look. “Nervous?” He stiffly nodded. “It’s ok, they’re not too hard to entertain,” she assured, gesturing to the kids, most of which were already flocking against the aquarium’s cold glass. Remy’s legs were shaking and he stumbled a bit on his way to the kids, smiling weakly. If one was really honest too, they’d say he wasn’t walking very straight, though it was probably the stress.

“This is a first,” Marceline had said. “Is it? Does the aquarium never do those kinds of visits?” “Oh no, they do, I meant for Remy. See, he’s a foreigner, so his English isn’t always very good, and he has never been able to work up the courage to make a visit himself. He’s really easily understandable, mind you, he’s just a bit self-conscious.” “Oh, of course, don’t worry, I’ll give the kids a word about it, make sure they won’t make rude comments.” Marceline had smiled.

“Hello, small human children!” Remy cheerily greeted. At once, most of the little heads turned to him, some lingering, some returning to their observation of the octopus lazily resting on a rock not far from the glass. “I am Remy, the scientist in octopus science,” he continued. “Do you want to hear some fun octopus facts?” “Like what?” asked one of the kids still staring at him. “Like octopus can squeeze through one-inch holes!” A boy next to him made an approximation of an inch with his fingers and turned back to Remy: “No way, that's too little!” Before Remy even had time to open his mouth, a small girl staring at the octopus made a small circle with her fingers and held it between her eye and the animal, closing the other to see through it. “I think I can imagine it,” she said. Remy smiled, wriggling his hands. “Do you know anything else?” asked another child. Remy grinned. “Of course! I know lot about octopus, me! Is there anything you special want know about?” The kid hummed. “Where are the others? I thought there'd be more than one.” “Plenty octopus here! You just can not see !” “How come?” “Octopus can change color and shape for disguise like predator or rock or scientist in octopus science laboratory!” A kid farther back squinted at Remy, though he was too busy listening to the excited children babbling excitedly and trying to spot the disguised octopi to notice. The kid, Marcus, turned to his friend and whispered: “He’s very weird, isn’t he?” “Miss Katelyne told us about that,” his friend Luke whispered back. “It’s because english isn’t his language.” “Not only that, he’s just plain weird.” Luke shrugged, closing the conversation, as Marcus continued observing the scientist.

The group was now walking leisurely around the central aquarium, allowing the children to observe more octopi. “Tell us another thing about octopus Mister Remy please!” Remy stifled a laugh. “Ok, did you know octopus has three hearts?” The children gasped. “No way,” some whispered. “Also, octopus blood is blue!” “Is it?” Remy nodded. “Say, how many octopus do you have here?” Katelyn asked. “Well, we have seventeen here in octopus science laboratory.” “I can’t see the seventeenth though…” said one of the kids after counting. “Maybe that’s because we couldn’t spot him in his disguise,” tried her teacher. “Oh no no,” said Remy, “you have seen all of them.” “Then how come I counted sixteen?” “Ah, that is because science octopus is missing, no one knows where is,” answered Remy, laughing. “Why is it so funny to you,” asked Marcus as some of his classmates giggled. “Isn’t it your job to make sure they're all there?” “Of course it is human child! But some time, even scientist in octopus science laboratory has slip ups! And should not worry because octopus will be found eventually! Is not like octopus could overthrow human leader!” The kids giggled at his little joke, even Marcus cracked a smile, though he still wasn’t sure about the guy.

The following day, as per usual, Remy was the first on the premises. He was preparing the laboratory for a very important guest. The place was spotless. As the man leading (and paying for) the research arrived at the meeting room, Remy set out to look after his assistant, a tiny robot, which would not be needed during the meeting. As Remy was new, he did not partake in it either. He sat on the floor, his back against the aquarium, the robot at his side. They stayed in companionable silence for a while before Remy asked: “Want hear some fun octopus facts?” The robot was silent for so long the robot didn’t seem like it was going to answer, but at last it did. “Why not?” “Octopus can squeeze through one-inch holes. They also change color and shape for disguise like predator or rock or scientist in octopus science laboratory. Octopus has blue blood and three hearts too.” The robot made a low beeping noise. “Now is your turn for tell me some human facts,” Remy said to the robot. “For example: how many arm does human leader have?” The robot started to beep out an answer but was interrupted as its owner came out of the meeting room. “And good luck with finding that missing one! It can’t have gotten too far.” He waved to Remy, who waved back, and the robot took off after him, leaving Remy alone besides the aquarium. He tilted his head back to look at the octopus swimming behind him. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it as his colleague Marceline got out of the meeting room too. She came to sit beside him. "Sorry you couldn't assist. It's the procedure and all you know, it's a security thing." "It is quite ok, I don't mind. I think I understand too. Wouldn't want important information to go to bad person." She smiled. "Quite right, though I don't think you're a bad person Remy." He laughed lightly. "You don't know that." She laughed with him. "Well no, but I've been told I'm skilled at reading people." His laugh quieted out as he turned to look at her. She followed suit. "What?" "Nothing," he answered. "You are not bad person either." She grinned.

The monitors were beeping calmly before him as he nursed a coffee pitcher in his hands. "Remy, there you are!" Remy jumped. The pitcher slipped from his hands and fell to the floor, sharp pieces flying around. He turned to face the source of the sound, which was no other than Marceline. "I'm so sorry! Wait, let me help you!" "No need, no need, I am fine!" "No really, let me help, it's my fault." "No matter no matter, I will handle it." After a bit more pushing, she hung back silently as Remy picked up the shards. He threw some of them away, painfully aware of Marceline's gaze on his back. His hand too was painful and he looked around for something to cover the dripping wound with. He grabbed a cloth besides the cup holder and tied it around his wound, biting back a gasp as pain shot through his arm. "Are you ok? You got cut didn't you?" Marceline took a step forward. "At least let me help with that." Remy turned back around, holding his injured hand. "No need, look! It is fine!" "Are you sure?" He nodded as he bent down once more, picking up the last glass shards littering the floor. "Is there anything I can do?" He mulled it over as he looked up at her. "We should vacuum. So we are sure no glass is left." She nodded, scurrying to the janitor's closet to retrieve a vacuum.

At closure, Remy was the last to pack up. After he closed the lab, he rolled the legs of his pants and climbed the stairs to the aquarium. Before that, he had set his stuff in the vent closest to them. He took off his bandage to let the wound breathe and settled on the edge, his feet dangling in the water. Multiple octopi were swarming around him. One of them looked worriedly at the blue dripping slowly into the water as he recalled his day to them.

Bonus

The president climbed on stage under the people’s applause. His sweat glistened under the spots. “Hello fellow humans. I would like to thank all you for support during elections. As newly appointed human leader, I would like remind you all of the new regulation concerning sea-life. As you know, I previously was scientist in octopus science laboratory. Hence, this subject is very dear to my hearts.” As he was finally getting some water backstage, the applause still ringing in the air, a woman made his way to the president, escorted by two guards. “Mr Tintenfisch, your wife wanted to see you.” He motioned for them to take their leave, and she spoke as they did, embracing him. “You did it love!” Remy smiled, relaxing in her arms. “I would not have been able without you, Marceline.” After basking in Marceline’s warm hug for another moment, he asked: “Do you think they have suspicions?” She took her time to answer, weighing her words. “Maybe. Even if they do, I’m sure they won’t mind my sweet octopus.”

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