#THEIR DYNAMIC JUST KILLS ME IM OBSESSED WITH THEM

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sol behind his back:

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me & the devil

(not ship)

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i ship inhun in a way that differwnt and more swagful than anyone else btw.

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which is fine, because love is love, and you're getting gay-married, so it would be kind of ironic if love was only sometimes love.

except The King Of Demons (his is Edmund) is always late, to everything, always. which is fair, because time doesn't work in hell, and it's not like he can just catch a bus. except that you specifically asked him not to do this, didn't you, because he's always doing things like this.

He splays out his hands, the light catching on long, ivory claw tips. god, doesn't he know not to wear white to a wedding?

so many people are screaming right now.

it's not that he's the golden child. you guys had normal parents, middle-class. your mom was kind of an "almond mom," according to your fiancée, who pursed their lips when they found out about how your mom used to wrinkle her nose any time you asked for an extra snack in your lunchbox.

you close your eyes for a moment. think of your beautiful almost-spouse. ashe. their name like a bloom inside you. how the dress looks on ashe's body, their shy little smile. how they'd walked down the aisle, and you'd both been half-laughing, half-crying. your hands had trembled when you saw them. like the whole world was pouring down your throat, golden. like you were catching a moment and casting it in amber.

ashe'd been the one to help you when your parents were pushing for you to invite edmund. god, the amount of fights you'd gotten in with your parents - the same six sentiments, over and over again.

you'd been sitting on your bed, biting your lip, your fingers hovering over the little button send. ashe'd nuzzled your neck. you used to be close, and i think that's important. but you know your relationship to him the most. i'm willing to make the effort, and i love you no matter what you choose, they'd said. we don't have to if you don't want to, though, no matter what your parents say about him.

you'd thrown yourself down, supine, arm over the eyes. he's just... we are just.... you tried to phrase that-which-is-love-and-rage.

you're the normal twin. your "big thing" was only "being a lesbian." in high school, edmund started being able to make birds die by looking at them. you came home, trying to tell your parents i kissed a girl. i think i'm - and they just kind of nodded at you. edmund was eating the bible in front of them, like a goat.

on the bed, you'd held your hands out vaguely to ashe. edmund is a just always a lot.

ashe had shrugged. don't invite him then. and it was that - that they were okay with either of your decisions - that is why he even got an invite, in the end.

and now here he is, like how you wanted (?), and your hands are red, clenched hard around your bouquet. the officiant is crying. some people are on their knees, praying. some are trying to touch your brother, like he could impart a blessing.

"i made it!" he's triumphant. "i know i'm late, i'm sorry, there was - do you know anything about right-wing politicians?"

"i'm going to fucking kill him," you say, although you're not actually sure who you're talking to, or if he can be killed.

ashe is blinking, their face in a tiny oh of surprise. you take their hand, drop their hand, take their hand again. they blink at your brother. their voice is low but steady. "there's, um. is there a dark halo around him?"

you duck your head to meet their eyes. "fuck, ashe. i'm sorry. he wasn't supposed to -"

"did i miss it?" Edmund is swinging his head around far-too-wide. his 2 sets of horns leave little red mist any time they scour through the air. "I didn't miss the kiss, right?"

the town clerk is in the audience, and she's frowning. you send her an apologetic look. she shakes her head. "as we've discussed," she manages to throw her gentle voice over the din, "the wedding isn't official if someone objects. that is the legal statute. which people tend to be understanding of." she sends a dirty look to edmund, and that makes you love her. she seems completely calm, which makes sense, because she works in the town hall, and this probably isn't even her first demon-showing-up-at-a-wedding.

he somehow hears her, holds his hands up. "i'm not objecting!" the back of the event hall catches on fire. of-fucking-course. "i'm not - don't mind me, uh, please continue." edmund sends a look to the back-of-the-room fire and it whimpers and gutters out. he flashes you a winning smile, and then puts his hand to his king's-garb chest and mouths sorry! and then cartwheels his glittering talons to say go ahead.

"i think i'm going to throw up." the officiant's voice is barely a whisper.

you watch in horror as edmund tries to awkwardly slide into a waiting line of chairs. the sound of begging follows him, people on their knees at hell's king. he pats a few of them on the head, holding up his finger in a sheepish shh! while his touch leaves a bleeding rune on their skin. his hooves click, and his footprints leave ruby-bright fireroses in his wake.

he tries to sit down, but the wooden chairs are made for people and not the lord king of demons, so he has to span his furred hindquarters over two seats. he smiles again, offers you a little wave.

the room is dead silent, minus the weeping. you look back to ashe. you ruined this. you shouldn't have invited him. you spent so much money on this event, and ashe looks so fucking handsome, and you haven't even gotten to kiss them. to make it official.

ashe looks up at you, manages a little smile. "could be worse?"

you feel yourself start to smile too, but then edmund's chairs give out, and he falls directly on the floor, and with his startled yelp, everything around him bursts into the cold whip-crease of hellflame, disintegrating everything that isn't-a-person, including the flowers and the decorations and the cake and the tables. everything you saved for months to be able to afford. the venue that you both agonized over choosing. you picked this place because it was significant to both of you and was equidistant from both your parents and had a deal with the local hotel for people coming out of town. two years of planning, literally burning down around your ears.

edmund manages to stop the fire pretty much immediately, but it's too late. the officiant faints clear away. the town clerk gives you a sympathetic look and mouths see you soon and steps neatly out of the room, taking ashe's parents with her, chatting gently. an arched flower frame collapses into dust with a loud whoomp. pretty much nobody is left in the building, and you're standing at the top of the steps, at the fucking hour of your marriage, and there is nothing left but blue-cold embers, the lights blown out in favor of the eerie hellfire glow.

you sit down, hard. after a few seconds, you feel ashe sit down next to you. you put your head between your knees so you don't puke with rage, which would be somehow more humiliating than everything else happening at the moment.

"okay, it's definitely too soon," they whisper in your ear, "but i have to admit there is something that's going to be so funny later about my name being ashe and my wedding going up in flames." they wrap their hand in yours. "i can't believe we worried about candles. we should have just gone with them instead of worrying about safety. are you okay?"

you send them a look. "am i - am i okay? this absolute bitch -" you gesture with your free hand out to where edmund is trying to piece together the cinders of his chair, "ruined my fucking wedding."

your mom is standing awkwardly in what used to be the "family" row of chairs. your father is absent, of course. she makes a noise at you. "don't call your brother a bitch."

"oh my fucking god." you have to put your head between your knees again, fighting that stupid fucking rage-puke urge. your blood pressure has obviously reached "skyrocket".

"he's here, isn't he? you're not being particularly grateful," your mother says, because of course she does.

"oh my god! ohmygod. ohmygod." you feel yourself hyperventilating, and then you start laughing, and you hate the hyena hysteria of it, the way it pitches dangerously close to a sob. "this is just - this is just like you! this is the fucking - you blow out the candles on the birthday cake! you curse the kids i'm trying to babysit! you get straight-A's on every test without studying, and get all the friends, and everyone is obsessed with you! and then when i graduate from art school, do i fucking get a party? nope! but hey, let's throw edmund a party for his 300,000th tortured soul! and his 300,001st! and fucking everything else. and fuck me, i guess! edmund gets hurt on the playground, let's burn down the playground. i got fucking bullied, and our parents don't even notice. i am fucking struggling, but we need to pay attention to edmund. he gets fucking everything. while we're at it, why don't we let him fucking ruin my wedding!"

you are dimly aware of ashe wrapping one arm around you and then the other, and then you are sobbing into their shoulder.

"oh, come on. stop with the hysterics," your mother chides you. "you had a perfectly fine childhood. all kids fight. you should have gotten the ceremony done faster. and you know i didn't approve of you spending all this money when you have student loans to -"

"respectfully," ashe's voice is cold and cutting while they rub circles on your shaking back, "and i know you're about to be my mother-in-law, but -" you hear them force a smile, "maybe you could choose this moment to leave your daughter the fuck alone?"

you are so fucking in love with ashe at that moment that it stops your weeping like you got hit by a truck. you look up at them, and want to go back to crying, just overwhelmed by the sheer fucking amount you care about them, but then you look over at your mother, and her shocked expression, and you burst out laughing.

your mother makes a few almost fish-like motions with her mouth, and then turns on her heel, stomping over cinders on her way out. and then it is just you and ashe and edmund and how you are half-crying half-laughing quietly to yourself, like a tap that won't stop dripping.

edmund has put the chair down. he is staring at his hands. he is at least 500 pounds and over 7 feet tall (he doesn't use metric, he's the devil). and somehow, right now, he just looks... small. crestfallen.

"yeah, i mean." his voice cracks. there's no boom of thunder or hellhound echo. he sounds like he did as a kid, before the strange powers and the levitating and the souls of the damned. he sounds like he did the night he accidentally melted most of the pieces in your first glass art show. he sounds - like your brother. he puts the heel of his palm against his eye. "i ruined my sister's wedding."

ashe offers him a little half-grin. "i do just want to say i love the aesthetic, by the way. but you did very much ruin my wedding too."

he points at them, finger-guns. "....ruined their wedding too." something in the attempt at humor - how his voice breaks on the words, how lonely he sounds. it makes you have to close your eyes against the sound. "....you seem cool," he says. "it's... it was nice to meet you."

you hear him come over, his hooves clacking slowly on the floor. when you open your eyes, he's sitting closer to you.

he opens his hand. inside are two little ceramic figures. wedding cake toppers. "i... i made them for you two. i figured i would try - how you make art, without magic. i... i took a class, and i made - i made them." he looks down at the little white-dressed people in his wide, calloused palm. "it's... i wanted to be ... good. i..." he looks at you, and then at ashe. "i tried, you know?"

ashe reaches up, lets him roll the figures into their palm.

he stands up. folds his hands in front of himself. "i don't. know how to be good. i know it doesn't come naturally to you, either. i saw you... choose. to be kind. you could have treated me different, too. like everybody? i was weird, and everyone knew. if you'd been ... mean? it would have been okay. but you." he shrugs. "one time you tried to kill me in the bathroom."

you don't know why you're crying. you look up at him through the cracks between your fingers. "twice," you croak. "but the second time i had a knife." you tuck your hair behind your ears. "but that was only after you pushed me down the stairs at grandma's and i broke my leg before a dance performance. you fuckin' deserved that one."

"i pushed you because you were being a wretched bitch."

"hey now," ashe says, a little edge to their voice, "that's my wife."

you squeeze their hand. "no, he's right. i had deleted his pokemon gold save file right before the elite four."

ashe drops your hand like you scalded them, showing the only horror you've seen this whole time. "you - girl, what the fuck?"

you shrug a little. "i was being a wretched bitch. and he did break my leg about it."

edmund shifts a little. "i just - you are...." his voice dies.

in your family, you don't say i love you. in your family, you don't touch each other or show affection. in your family, you just show up for each other, quietly. neither of you knows how to speak or process what needs to be said. you can see that lacking flashing over his face, literally playing out in shades of crimson. you get that weird twin-sense of something unsaid.

ashe sets the little ceramic people to the side. "she treated you like a person when everyone else treated you like a prophet."

you cut your eyes to them, and then edmund, who gives you one very short, sharp nod. "i, uh. i can. never try." he clears his throat. "i can never try hard enough. for that. i can - what you gave me. by. doing that. by ... just. i made. one thousand. wedding toppers. so it could be perfect. because - i ... it needed to be perfect." he appears to be dying of embarrassment, which does imply he might be capable of dying. oh good. in case i need to try to kill him a third time.

the thought makes a weird, wet laugh bubble out of you. "remember that one time i failed my math test and you set mr. fog's car on fire about it?"

edmund looks shyly at you, and a very small grin spreads across his face. not the dark lord - just a 30-something year old man who has just upset his one-and-only twin.

"you're throwing us the most ostentatious, egregiously expensive wedding," you tell him. "above land."

he frowns a little. "okay, but i'm not doing anything in miami. the vibes there give me the heebie jeebies."

ashe holds up their hand. "and you'll be repaying the deposit on literally everything. oh, and replacing the cake."

you kiss their cheek and then point to him. "and you'll be on time for it."

he shrugs a little. "okay, i literally can't perform miracles, so like. set the bar lower. i can't promise i'll-"

you look down at your feet. "i'd like you to be my man of honor this time. like. by my side. so. you can't be late this time. okay? we do it the right way. finally."

"huh," ashe says, looking between the two of you. "you guys have the same smile."

edmund's grin becomes a little wider, a little easier. he raises an eyebrow at them. "okay, i get that you're cool, but you're like, very cool about this whole thing."

ashe lifts a shoulder. "used to work for the monster under the bed."

"oh shit, simon? fuck." he points to them. "remind me not to mess around with you."

you want to tell edmund i love you and i missed you, but you can't. instead, you pick up the figurines. they're not perfect, but you can tell hours of his life went into each. his hands are so big - it must have taken him so much work to make these things so small. you picture him with his back bent over a workbench, trying to get a face into a tiny clay figure. the ceramic version of you is smiling. he's given you little fangs and a unibrow. he gave ashe a tiny yellow crown. you make the two figures kiss.

snow is falling indoors, little icicles of hellfire. ashe reaches out and take edmund's hand, and then, very awkwardly, he reaches out and takes yours too.

for a moment, it's just the three of you, and the beautiful quiet of the room.

You’re standing at the altar, about to get married to your beautiful fiancée. When suddenly the king of demons bursts through the door of the room, which naturally causes panic. You tried to warn everyone that inviting your sibling to the wedding would mean trouble, but they kept insisting.

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♥ pairing: pablo gavi x fem!driver!sainz!reader

♥ synopsis: for as long as you can remember your older brother carlos sainz has been a loyal fan of the football team real madrid. you were an f2 driver who never took your mind off of your own sport; that was until carlos brought you to a barcelona v real madrid game and you fell for a player on the opposing team.

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carlossainz55 I'm literally taking you to a madrid game

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"Could you at least pretend like you're watching?" Carlos said, gazing at you as you scrolled through your phone.

You clicked the device off and slid it into your pocket.

"I'm sorry Carlos I'm just not really as interested in this as you are..." you paused. "I mean if I want to make it into F1 I gotta train right? I should be on the sim right now."

"C'mon," he groaned. "You're a Sainz, of course you're going to make it. Relax a little. Enjoy the game, please?"

You rubbed your eyes and sighed, "I'll try."

You crossed your arms and watched the game unfold. One of the Barcelona players scored a goal and went sprinting past you into a knee slide. He really caught your eye and you couldn't help but watch him the rest of the match.

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fcbarcelona we'll adopt you y/n

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user6 carlos’ face 😭

user50 thought you were “too busy” for football 😐

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pablogavi estoy orgulloso de ti hermosa (I'm proud of you beautiful)

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silver lining | cl16 smau

♡ summary: you release a new single featuring Charles Leclerc, prince of ferrari, pianist, and your boyfriend. and it’s no shock the fans are obsessed.

♡ pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

♡ warnings: use of yn, established relationship

♡ faceclaim: laufey

♡ a/n: this is a request so i hope i did it justice :)

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yourusername Silver Lining song and music video out now 🥲🩶 with a very special feature charles_leclerc (on piano ofc)

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user310 STOPP 😭😭🤧

user881 A CHARLES FEATURE!?! YOURE KIDDING ME 😭

user031 SO CUTESY SO COUPLE GOALS 🥲

user021 YN 3 IS HERE AND SHES STARTING WITH A BANGER (feat her racing driver bf 🤭🤭)

scuderiaferrari already added Silver Lining to the official playlist for Bahrain!!

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user056 before or after Pipe feat XNDA??

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iamrebeccad PRETTY GIRL DROPPED THE MOST WHIMSY GIRLY SONG OF ALL TIME 😍😍

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user287 THE MISSING PIECE IN MY LIFE HAS BEEN FOUND 😫😫

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charlotte2304 You have done it again! Such a beautiful song you and Charles killed it!! 🤍

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youtube learning all the lyrics so we’re ready for coachella!!

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charles_leclerc So proud of you!

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user045 THIS IS ADORABLE STOP

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user054 it’s such a cute whimsical sparkly song and i love it 😭

user122 making me believe in love again like GOODNESS 😫

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user221 yn’s whimsy love songs > everything else

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user102 it’s quickly becoming a favorite for me 🥲

user100 it’s making me stoked for the album 🤧

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user867 THATS SO ADORABLE STFU

user031 HE COWROTE IT?? 😭😭

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user144 it’s couple goals tbh

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user997 AGH HES A WRITER ON IT?? NOT JUST PERFORMED ON IT??

user591 YES HE COWROTE IT WHICH MAKES IT LIKE SO MUCH CUTER SOMEHOW 😭😭

user161 ITS ADORABLE 😭

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user901 OKAY THIS IS CUTE-

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user001 I LOVE THEM BOTH SM

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user995 LIKE I LOVEE THEM

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user173 i love it 😭😭

user199 they’re ADORABLE

user045 and yk they’re both exhausted but still taking time to post each other 🥲🥲🥲

user161 stop i didn’t even think of it that way 😭🤧

user403 they’re both so cutesy it’s adorable

user505 LOVE THEM SM

user251 F1’s #1 couple‼️‼️

user556 REAL

user890 AND THEY WROTE A SONG TOGETHER‼️‼️‼️

user161 YESSSSS

user965 LOVE THEM LOVE THEIR DOG LIKE THEYRE PERFECT

user176 LEO MENTION 😍

user345 OBSESSED 😪😪

user112 they set the standard so high

user941 as they should tbh

user089 charles and yn both raise the bar constantly 😭🤧🤧🤧

user554 it’s honestly so wholesome

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user456 he was driver of the day if we are honest!!

user176 hands down!

user045 PODIUM FOR CHARLES 💪

user960 FORZA CHARLES!!

user051 WHAT A GREAT RACE 😭

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user088 YES CHARLES!!!

user910 ABSOLUTE CINEMA 😍

user034 the cameraman up in his face was wild 😭😭

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user134 QUEEN 😭

user830 SUPPORTIVE GIRLFRIEND 😭😭😭😭

user056 CUTEST COUPLE??

user161 IM CRYING 😪😪

user561 the real driver of the day‼️

user121 forza ferrari sempre forza charles sempre 🤧

user045 YES CHARLES!! MORE TO COME FOR SURE!!

user917 GRAZIE CHARLES 😭😍

user045 keep it up LORD PERCEVAL

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[lucky-clover-gazette]

my favorite moments from theamandafiles’s confrontation with volo. this is an adult woman talking to a screen for 7+ minutes and im obsessed with it. the dynamic she’s made up in her head for this game is so far from what’s actually happening, but also absolutely fantastic. the sneasler rant has nothing on this.

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He is so passionate about his thing, about his special interest. He really is. I am constantly losing my grip on reality. I have no room to judge Volo for a little bit of unhinged laughter and some mildly insane musings.

Hmm? Sorry, I just. I think I just realized what's going to happen. Sorry. Am I an idiot?

That was your—that was you who did the hole in the sky. Okay, mhm, all right. I got blamed for that, Volo, I don't know if you knew that. It's fine. Honestly, it's fine. Just let's keep, let's keep learning more about Volo.

Right, yeah, we did that! We did that, Volo, right? Didn't we fuckin' do that? Why don't we donate them to a museum or something? Wouldn't that be sick? Would that be fuckin' awesome if we put them in a museum for all to see?

What's—what's this? Hey, what the fuck? Who's this? Is this a prank? Surely, with the hair. Because I did not just see that you have a fuckin' Arceus hairdo.

Oh, okay! Volo's crazy! Right, right. Look at the fucking hair. Yeah! No, Volo's fucking crazy—yeah, no, he's a deranged lunatic.

Actually, yeah. Look at his eyes, oh my god. Volo's going to kill me and then cook and eat my remains. It's. It's fine. I'm fine.

Pokemon Wielder Volo? You mean (voice cracks) Gingko Guild Merchant?

You know what, Volo? I'm crazy, too. Look, I can match this. Like you said, when you said you were going to wipe out Jubilife City, I'm all for that. I am all for that. Absolutely! Yes! Let's do it. We can make this work. I am not invested in helping these people. Yeah, we live in a society? Not for long, am I right?

Just, I looked at the costume again. And his hair. He—he did his hair, you guys. And it's... bad.

First and foremost, what the fuck are you wearing? Literally, I keep looking at it. And the more you look, it's like, the more you look, the more you see.

I'm just really unpacking this... as I kick his ass. Anyway, where was I, Volo? Let me just continue to fuck you up. Volo is really doing this. Volo is really doing this. He's doing it in green pants.

He method acted an entire love story between us. Yeah, he is that crazy. He's that crazy, that he's going to let me slip through his fingers. Are you sure, Volo? You really sure? Maybe, like, that was your plan at first. Because if I may be so bold, uh, it's actually not even fucking possible for anyone to spend as much time with me as you have without falling in love with me.

Like I said, I said it before, and I will stand by that—and I'm about to beat you, by the way—

Call me. Call me, Volo! Oh wait, you can't, because we live in the fucking past, and you don't have a phone. And I do. Mhm, yeah. You know, you can't call me on your arc phone because Arceus didn't give you an arc phone, did he? Oh, poor Volo. He did his hair like Arceus and everything. And for what? Right. It was probably the green pants, Volo, honestly. And the gladiator sandals, what the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck was I thinking? God, why do I always go for these crazy ass fucking men?

I don't want to be picked by Arceus! If anything, I wanted to be picked by you! But unfortunately, I'm amazing. And Arceus loves me. I'm sorry that your little fucking hairdo didn't work to impress Arceus, and that all I had to do was literally exist and Arceus stanned the hell out of it.

What, are you going to kill me? He's going to kill me with a knife now just to get me out of the way. Like, what the hell, why does everybody want to fucking kill me?! I get it. I'm the best. I'm amazing. I'm the best that ever was. But murder is illegal, okay?

What is this? Are you fucking kidding me? What is this act? Oh, my god. Volo... this is very camp.

Volo is fucking crazy. Did I even get to heal these motherfuckers? Am I supposed to catch this motherfucker? This Satan ass Pokemon. This is Satan, I guess. And he came to, like, pull up for fucking Volo. Why? The hair? Was it the hair?

Finally, I got, like, a word in edgewise. Finally. Acorn, take this motherfucker out. Yeah. This is embarrassing for you. You're a God Pokémon? Where? You could have fucking fooled me, Giratina.

I do find it very inspiring that my little tugboat-ass Jay Jay the Jet Plane Togekiss, like, ended your entire bloodline. Mhm, yeah.

Volo! Oh, honey, sweetie, are you okay? Are you going to be okay?

He's fucking crazy. He's so crazy, Volo, I fucking love your crazy ass... but this is toxic of me to say, so, I hate it. I hate you. What was I talking about? Yeah. No, you're such a bad guy. You're the bad guy, Volo. I didn't even read that, fuck.

I know, Volo. Believe me, I would have agreed with you when those motherfuckers kicked me out in Jubilife City. I would have agreed if you had come to me then and you would've said, "Let's take down the whole fucking world. Let's end the entire planet." I would have said, "Okay. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Hell, yeah. That's exactly what I want to do right now." But you didn't. And now I'm here, and I'm... being noble, and I'm going to say, "You better stop, because this is not okay. Cut it out."

I'm crazy too, Volo, I'm so fucking crazy. I'm so unhinged, I'm crazy, nobody understands the inner workings of my mind, Volo, you don't get it.

This is your last chance to scoop me up as your partner. Honestly, Volo. That's what it is. I would fix your hair, I would. We would go back to the salon—to the salon!—I would fix it up. It's not that bad. It just needs a little shaping.

(Deep sigh) Volo, you could have had it all. I would have been your crazy bitch. We could have been Bonnie and Clyde, Volo. And we still can, honestly, if you say the word. And let me fix your hair. And also your outfit.

So I also just want to say really quickly, I noticed that you had a Togekiss, and that means that your Togepi that you had in the beginning evolved to a Togekiss. But in order to do that, I think you need to love your Togapi. So it's like, you do—you did have the capacity to love someone.

He's fucking unhinged. He's deranged, he's crazy. Like, why did his eyes go crazy like that? What the fuck?

He actually looks so good right now, like, minus the hair. The hair is so bad. Volo, that is the one and only reason Arceus did not choose you. Honestly, that's all it comes down to. Easy as that!

But I'm putting my thumb actually, on the—I'm putting it on the screen, over the weird part of your hair? I'm begging you. Let's destroy society together. Come on.

That's so sad, he's, like, hanging up his hat. Actually, please put the hat back on. He's giving me something—he's giving me the plate. Spooky plate. Yeah, that's for sure. That's for damn sure, Volo.

Why do you suddenly look so good? You know, you look deranged and crazy like a fucking lunatic. And I could have swore you off forever, but now you look so cute and good. And I'm like, what the fuck were you thinking, Volo? You threw it all away for what, the arc phone? Bitch. It's really not even that good of a phone. Honestly, there's, like, no games on it.

I don't know. I figured like, a true Arceus fanboy would be impressed and enamored by the girl who Arceus is simping for this hard. Like, if you were to date me, I'd literally bring you with me to meet Arceus, and you'd be able to live your stupid little dream.

Although I will say, for someone who so deeply wants me to fail, you giving me that last plate, that spooky plate... I dunno. It's just kind of interesting, and I am reading into it. Yes.

Volo you are fucking out of your mind. You're crazy. I tell you, you're fucking insane. Somebody wheel him off. Seriously, what the fuck? He's going out in public looking like that.

[chocol4tte]

You know me, I'm only here to drop ideas

I've been thinking for a small au where Damian follows Jon when he goes to space BEHIND EVERYONE'S BACK.

It may be an alternative way for this piece hehe.

Damian doesn’t trust Jon going alone, his family calms him down and just disregard it as him being an obsessive paranoid kid, hell even Clark tries to calm him down. But we know how he is: he follows Jon and brings with himself some magic items that can help him being invisible for a couple of minutes and more.

He just leaves a note saying that he went to make sure Jon doesn't get himself killed.

No one is surprised.

This, however changes everything.

Damian manages to see Ultraman and how he is torturing Jon in a fucking volcano, and Damian being human, cannot just jump and skiddattle, it takes days, but when Damian sees the opportunity of having a big distraction for Ultraman and using the same magic to eliminate his presence, manages to go to the volcano and finds his best friend chained and way too traumatized.

It's not until moments later that Ultraman takes notice of what's happening and a small fight ensues with Damian injuring Ultraman and leaving his universe.

And behold, Superson's adventures in space!!

They try to find their way home, with Jon having nightmares of his imprisonment at the volcano, he and Damian fight more often than not for almost an entire year, but... well things get better little by little. Emotionally and mentally.

Both growing up together 6 years between stars and more, besides, maybe Damian gets to also focus more in different types of magic im ancient temples of different planets, while Jon learns more about kryptonians and his powers.

I would love that at some point, both were separated from the other and it drives them nuts, Jon would be at the Legion of Heroes in the future and tries to use it was a way to find his best friend... only to later hearing a report of an intruder and well.... cue Damian armed to the teeth and trying to find Jon.

It becomes a heartfelt reunion and, while Jon is still affiliated with Legion, Damian isn't.

Both return to find their way home, only to see that they were the only ones who felt those 6 years, while on Earth it was only 3 weeks.

It would be interesting the family and hero dynamics for both tbh

Edit: should this Damian become kind of a renowned healer too?? Doctor!damian for the win?? Tell me your thoughts!!

[nebrasska-alasska]

i just read someones ask about lansoni and your response about being a fan of then................... do you think you'll ever create a lancsoni fic in the future? :00

once i fell into the lancsoni/lancthur/shadthur rabbit hole i was in SO DEEP i seriously love them HAHA

im such a huge fan of your work and your positive energy!! i love seeing your replies to everyones asks, you are seriously so kind and SO COOL!!! your works are so amazing and should be studied because of how talented you are as a writer!! thank you for changing my life and many others with TSIOQ, FTSOTD, TATW and SHAPF !!!!!!!

*swoons* lansoni my beloved... hrrrrnnnnngggghhhh *keels over and dies*

I absolutely will be creating a lansoni fic sometime in the distant future!!! There is just something so truly delectable about Shadow being so devoted to Sonic that subverts the normal dynamic they have, and I am quite simply obsessed with it. Like Sonic being himself and knowing how Shadow *should* act, and then Lancelot being the complete opposite just kills me in the best possible way!!!

And AWWWWWWW OMG STAWP YOU ARE SERIOUSLY SO SWEET, thank you!!! I'm glad you like my replies to asks and my stories!!! Sometimes it feels weird being perceived online, and that was one of the reasons I have always been so reluctant to make a tumblr and wanted to only upload stories on ao3 with no other engagement. So you saying this just truly means the world to me and makes me feel more confident about having made this blog in the first place. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much!!! <3

[brucewaynehater101]

I miss the feeling I had when I first joined this fandom, I knew virtually nothing so everything was correct and I loved everything, even if that stuff just isn’t true, i was like

Bruce is a bit emotionally constipated but loves his kids? Hell yeah sounds legit

dick is a silly happy flippy man who is a bit promiscuous? Love that for him

Jason is a mega feminist literature nerd who is also buff and takes care of the street kids? Perfect man honest

Tim is a nerd who never sleeps and is queer and has never known the touch of a man nor woman? Sweet

Steph is waffle obsessed goofball? Well I prefer pancakes but right on

Cass is a mute badass who loves her fam? I love her

Duke is a normal dude? Well someone has to be and he seems neat

Alfred can do no wrong? Aight, I love old perfect tea men

Damian is a little prick? So are all middle schoolers give him time

But then I had to go learn about the characters and now I have complex opinions about them, and can see the inherent racism and sexism in how they are portrayed

You know before I joined the bat fandom I did not use the exclude tag in ao3? Like tmnt and dp have some bad stuff but usually I could just scroll past.

but now I am having to avoid fics where whole ass adults are bullying and/or oversexulizing a child

Im constantly on the look out for untagged batcwst

I struggle to find fics that don’t describe dicks ass

I have been in this fandom for probably about two years now and y’all I swear

sorry for ranting, and don’t worry I love all your stuff and I know the just back click don’t leave mean comments rule

I’m just tried bc most of the stuff I thought was true turned out to be false

Mm. I do find it a little exhausting trying to navigate the lines of what's canon, what shouldn't be canon (but is due to racism/sexism/homophobia/etc.), and just having fun.

I'm also trying to cultivate the mindset of what I've seen on Tumblr about not policing other people's ships/ideas. I am highly uncomfortable with some (particularly underaged people and adults dating), but I'm also not leaving hate comments. Like you said, the backspace exists for a reason.

Idk. There's a toooon of takes/ideas about the batfam that are inherently false, but as long as they aren't racist/sexist/etc takes, I don't see the harm in them. So what if someone wants a coffee obsessed Tim? So what if Jason's kill code is very strict? As long as they don't claim it's canon, let them be

But yeah. I have a mile long exclude list for fics on AO3. I used to use it only for triggers (I can not do stockhold syndrome, my lords), but now it's got other weird ass shit I've stumbled upon (I saw a fic where the batkids were spanked as punishment??? Like I said, not gonna leave hate comments or single anyone out. Just not my cup of tea).

I also am usually not a fan of romance/sex. It's why the batfam intrigued me so much (found families usually don't have that in it). I like exploring dynamics outside of romance and thus love the batfam. They've got so much going on that romance/sex is not needed. They are such a mess without that dynamic being added (talking about the Bats getting with a third party, but, again, trying not to yuck anyone's yum).

However, I agree. There's a ton of misinformation within fandom. I like how complex canon gets with the characters, but there's also widely different takes with them (mostly talking about Bruce here. He can either be trying or just a straight up horrible dad).

[clearancecreedwatersurvival]

3.5 tel’aran’rhiod liveblog!!!

Oh this opening scene with sakarnen is interesting. Showing how a channeler feels the ecstasy of the power and the need to draw more, and also how using such a dangerous and powerful sa’angreal is walking a knife’s edge

LOVE this bit of aviendha being catty about rand and Melaine firing back at her, aviendha you’re really in it now

oh that was not how I thought alcair was pronounced

AIEL POLYAMORY TIME

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD FIRST SISTER MARRIAGE REAL CONFIRMED????

RAND CLAIMING THE TITLE OF CAR’A’CARN AND HAVING A CUTE MOMENT WITH A AIEL KID IM GONNA DIE

siuan having a moment with Moiraine’s letter ashcksafbka

OH SHIT ELAIDA SIUAN CONVO

FUCK THIS IS TENSE

Oh my god this verin siuan leane scene………

AH YIS BAIN AND CHIAD SPRINTING AHEAD OF A HORSE I LOVE TO SEE IT

the avirand vibes……..polyamory discussions……..oh yes

OBSESSED WITH THEM AVIENDHA IS SO FUNNY THIS EPISODE

Ohhhh lan and Moiraine having more tensions

EGWENE PUTTING ON HER AMYRLIN REGALIA FROM THE ARCHES AS INSTINCTUAL ARMOR I’M GONNA LOSE IT

ooooh I like how they’re doing the people briefly touching TAR

OH FUCK LANFEAR OH FUCK

Alviariiiiiiiiiin

omg Elaida telling that accepted off

WHAT THE FUCK VERIN ‘my sister can do anything’

Nynaeve being seasick, exactly as she should be

Can’t wait to add min to this tense little dynamic

‘That’s only because she didn’t want Nynaeve to throw herself overboard’ *nynaeve clearly considering it* ‘is that an option?’

Elayne having to wrangle mat by herself cause Nynaeve is out of commission, rip

Sea folk tiiiiiiime!!!

Mat: Min pleaaaaase rescue me from elayne and Nynaeve

Dain Bornhold still trying to be a decent person and keeping Velda from torturing the girls

CAUTHON SISTER CHANNELING MOMENT

oh Jesus Christ natti

I take it back Dain you rat bastard

FAILE I LOVE YOUUUUU

Bain and Chiad love her too

Alanna girlie are you being a bit reckless perhaps??

Oooh Alanna Maksim drama OH SHIT HARSH

Alanna on a hunt for more warders hmmm??? Oh and for channelers too.

Maksim sweetie you are such a sadsack rn. Like I get it but. I think you’re missing the point of the whole warder bond thing my guy.

If Maksim does leave now he can’t make it through the ways alone so he’s just gonna spend like 3 months riding slowly across the continent towards…where exactly. He doesn’t know she went to tanchico.

Lan getting to reconnect to malkier again!!!! We haven’t had much of this since s1 I’m delighted.

Oh now it’s Rand Egwene angst time I see

Moiraine honey put the orb away that is so dangerous!!!!

“I won’t be at the last battle” come again???????

If Ian starts crying I am also going to cry

OOSQUAI MENTION

Ooh they’re getting to laugh together :))))) I’m sure this isn’t setting up for emotional devastation later :))))))))))))))

I love mat and min SO much

OH GOD MAT ANGST

NOOOOOO STOP WITH THE SUICIDE JOKES MATRIM

Elayne windfinder moment??????

I love including Nynaeve the former wisdom in this conversation about alternative ways to be a channeler than through the aes sedai

ELAYNE MEETING MIN!!!!!!

Min part of the gang finally :’)

lmaooooo they’re giving the port of Tanchico full on pirate movie vibes

OH MY GOD THIS ELAIDA SCENE WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

Is she bypassing the oaths with the bracelet?????? Or does a black ajah member count under the accepted use of the power against shadowspawn??????

Siuan healing elaida is a fun choice here

NOOOOO DEAD WOLVES!!!!!

oh Jesus Christ Alanna is in DANGER

Faile backing up Perrin immediately it’s battle couple tiiiiiiime

DID THEY KILL NATTI CAUTHON HOLY FUCKING SHIT

ALANNAAAAAAAAAAA

oh my god that’s a lot of arrows

OH SHIT I KNOW THIS MUSICAL CUE LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO GET HIS ASS PERRIN

Faile 1v2ing whitecloaks while Perrin gets stabbed by a single guy doncowdfhsdofnsdofdsv

JK 1v3 Faile my beloved <3333333333

THANK YOU MAKSIM FINALLY

Rand sweetheart she is playing youuuuuuu

Starting the episode with aviendha explaining ethical polyamory, and now rand cheating on egwene in tar with Lanfear. My guy.

Bair and Melaine: egwene don’t go in tar again without permission. Egwene twenty minutes later: about that

Angsty fishwives reunion scene….i love it……

Oh damn I’m about to cry about this actually shit

CAN’T BE MENDED NOT IN THIS LIFE YELLING ABOUT ITTTTTTTTT

Csdbvksdvbdskvbadkcadkvdabvdavda

Egwene outside the hut like maybe I’ll give them some privacy and wander off to endanger myself some more.

Nynaeve dreaming about her arches vision daughter AH

ELAYNE WINDFINDER AVILAYNE FANTASY I LOVE ITTTTTTT AHHHHHHHHHHHH

Mat dreaming about his sisters and mom in the episode where their mom just died I’m gonna throw up!!!!!!!!!!

Hi this dream sequence is fucking killing meeeeeeeeeee

PERRIN AND HOPPER FUCK

Egwene sees Faile and she’s like: ‘Perrin got a new girlfriend???? Good for him!’

EGWENE CATCHING HIM CHEATING IN DREAMS HOLY SHIT

oh my god what a fucking cliffhanger!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[absolutebl]

(Asking for recs bc you're the only one who gives me exactly what I want)

I don't know if what im looking for even exists, but I'm gonna try asking anyway. I'm looking for something that gives me the vibes of Beyond Evil, but outwardly queer (implied is fine too, ig), or Hannibal, The Devil Judge, High-school frenemy etc. Basically morally grey/unhinged freaks who would die/kill for each other. And I know you don't watch censored Chinese shows but I absolutely adore Word of Honor, The Untamed and Justice in the Dark. All of them involve someone who believes they cannot be redeemed being loved.

I've watched Triage and 4 minutes and I liked those too bc it's very plot heavy and the romance sorta happens as part of the plot. I do not like MAME, or anything adjacent.

Again idek if this ask is even possible. And I apologise for being all over the place. Save me, absolutebl, save me.

Hum, morality chain characters I think is what you're after. Or even murder husbands.

So have you tried SCI Mysteries AKA S.C.I (2018)?

Old guard partly Hong Kong produced censored Chinese BL. They pretend they're something else but they married. Back in the day I found it on YouTube but not sure who officially hosts it now. I would call it Beyond Evil x Trapped + police procedural.

Have you considered Addicted? Odd choice but I suspect it might work for you. Or Where Your Eyes Linger, if you're okay with high school characters.

And there is Long Time No See of course. You should watch that immediately if you haven't already.

Finally, there is Guardian (2018) to consider.

It's an odd creature with extremely chewy world building, but it is very much in the vein of the stuff you like. Not exactly those tropes though. It's so hard to describe. Be warned, you looking at 40 eps of 45 min each. (I think it still holds the crown as longest BL.) It is a BL, just very censored. Still if you want to be distracted for a very long time this might be what you're looking for.

Other's I can think of off the top of my head:

Laws of Attraction* (have you seen this? It certainly has some characters with that perfect unhinged quality to them)

Manner of Death

Lovely Writer (maybe a little)

KinnPorsche maybe?

The Eclipse

3 Will Be Free

Big Dragon

Not Me

The Heart Killers

My Stand-In

The Thai ones simply have less of an edge to them. They will go sappy and only 1/2 of the couple is morally grey but they're there if your desperate.

HIStory Obsessed

HIStory 3: Trapped

HIStory 4: Close to You has a crazy side couple with this dynamic.

Kiseki: Dear to Me (definitely the sides)

I have a sinking suspicion I'm missing something from Taiwan. These also will have less edge.

Tien Bromance from Vietnam has some of this quality to it but it's quite raw.

Some cray cray from Japan:

Happy of the End

Double Mints (if you wanna go unhinged and dark just go there?)

Same Difference AKA Docchi Mo Docchi (the office version) and then there is Beloved Enemy from China, an even more messy office version, and China's Capture Lover which is a nicer version.

Dangerous Drugs of Sex AKA Sei no Gekiyaku (the ultra kinky version)

Dominant Yakuza and Wimpy Corporate Slave AKA Ore-sama Yakuza to Hetare Shachiku: Kuni wo Koeta Jingi Naki Dekiai (it's short tho)

But those are all, ya know, Japan being all Japanish about it. Gotta like their style which is very different from the Korean and Chinese stuff you seem to like best.

Okay hopefully something works? Let me know, okay? I'm curious to see if I was right on anything.

[pinkertinn]

hi im actually obsessed with don't leave baby eagle on read

would you ever write soemthing like that (like Ashley teasing him dynamic) where theyre messing around under a tablecloth somewhere? like handjob w gentle teasing and maybe praise?

Anon!!! Anon, say less. Teasing Leon? In a public place? Under a tablecloth? Maybe praise?

Quick get this off my table right now. I'm obsessed. Also, big thanks for reading my work. Makes my day!

Title: Fashionably Late, But Always on Time

Summary: Leon arrives late to a formal dinner, only to be teased mercilessly by Ashley under the table as they try to keep up appearances.

Tags: Flirty Banter, Public Teasing, Hidden Desires, Light Dom/Sub Dynamics, Humorous Embarrassment, Power Play, Slow Burn Tension

WordCount: 3,500

Rating: 18+ MDNI

story under the cut.

She sat at the long table, the clink of silverware and the low hum of conversation surrounding her like a fog. The evening was supposed to be dignified—impressive, even—but all she felt was the slow burn of frustration creeping up her spine. It wasn't the people or the event itself; it was the fact that he wasn't there yet, and she'd been left to fend for herself against a wall of polite small talk. Her phone buzzed in her lap for the hundredth time that night.

On my way, I swear.

She bit her lip, hiding her smirk behind a sip of wine. You’re late, she shot back quickly, her thumb tapping out the message under the table.

A few seconds later: Traffic. You'll survive. What’s the damage?

Her eyes darted up to catch someone talking animatedly about diplomatic relations. She hadn’t been paying attention for a good twenty minutes now, but she nodded anyway, pretending to care. Her thumb hovered over the screen. You’re paying for this. Big time.

The response came almost immediately: Depends. How mad are you?

She couldn’t help the grin pulling at the corner of her mouth as she shifted in her seat. He always knew how to push her buttons, and somehow, it was annoying and comforting all at once. She leaned forward just slightly, letting her fingers slide over the screen with a slow precision.

Let’s just say I have some ideas on how you can make it up to me. They’re not exactly presidential.

She could almost hear the way he'd laugh at that, the way his voice would drop lower when he finally arrived, teasing, a mix of apology and amusement lingering in every word. A subtle thrill buzzed beneath her skin at the thought of it—him showing up at this stuffy event, his tie loosened like he just couldn't be bothered to care about the formalities, eyes searching for her in the crowd. He’d probably head straight for the bar first, like always.

Her phone buzzed again. You’re killing me. Almost there.

Good, she typed back quickly, because if you make me suffer through one more story about NATO, you’re not leaving my place until Monday. She paused, deleting the last part and rewriting it: And we both know you’ll never make it out of bed if that happens.

Her heart beat a little faster as she hit send, the words bold but charged with the weight of everything that wasn’t being directly said between them tonight. The back-and-forth had a rhythm to it, one they’d mastered ages ago—teasing, playful, but always teetering on the edge of something more, something they both knew would come later.

The room felt too hot, or maybe that was just her, thinking about how this night might end. She shifted in her seat again, smoothing her dress as though it would help her focus on anything other than the slow ache building in her stomach. He had a way of leaving her hanging, just long enough to make her miss him, just long enough to make her want to drag him back down to earth when he finally showed up.

A text blinked onto her screen: I’ve got plans for you, too. You sure you can wait that long?

Her breath hitched, cheeks warming under the pretense of politeness as she quickly glanced up. No one was paying attention to her; they were all still talking, still engrossed in their own conversations, completely unaware of the tension coiling in her chest. She took a slow, deep breath, typing with steady fingers.

Guess we’ll see how long you last once you get here.

The anticipation gnawed at her, that familiar mix of frustration and excitement pulling her thoughts in a direction that had nothing to do with the formal dinner in front of her. She hated him for it—how easily he could do this, how he made her feel like a teenager sneaking glances at her phone under the table. She'd spent the last hour pretending to be invested in conversations that bored her to tears, all while her mind kept wandering back to him. He always seemed to slip in under her skin, no matter where they were or what they were supposed to be doing.

A quick glance at the clock confirmed it—he was SO late. And she’d definitely make him pay for it.

Her phone buzzed once more: Five minutes. Hold that thought.

She bit her lip, locking her phone and slipping it back into her clutch. Five minutes. He’d better be worth the wait.

Exactly five minutes later the heavy wooden doors at the back of the room creaked open, she felt it before she saw him. A subtle shift in the energy, like a current had swept through the air, crackling with something undeniably him. She didn't even need to look; she just knew. He always carried that kind of presence—an unspoken, irresistible pull that seemed to stop time for just a second.

He entered the room with effortless grace, his suit impeccably tailored, tie just loose enough to match the way she'd pictured him. His hair, slightly tousled as if he'd run his fingers through it in frustration during the drive, added an unpolished, rugged edge to his usual sharpness. It made him look more… raw. The casual way his fingers brushed the doorframe in a fleeting acknowledgment sent a flutter of anticipation through her. He never quite belonged at these formal events, but somehow, he always managed to make it work—damn well, too.

Her gaze flicked up, just for a moment. He was scanning the room, eyes sharp but relaxed, looking for her like she was the only person here that mattered. And when their eyes finally met, a small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, his expression softening in that way that made her heart pound a little harder than she’d care to admit. He could be all business when he needed to be—charming the crowd, shaking hands with a firm grip, his posture straight and serious—but right now, his focus was locked on her.

He made his way over, stopping to exchange pleasantries, the occasional handshake, a nod to some official who probably expected him to be more engaged. But all the while, his gaze would flick back to her, lingering like a private joke shared between them across the room. The closer he got, the harder it became to keep her composure, her pulse quickening as he finally closed the distance.

"Sorry I’m late," he murmured, sliding into the seat next to her, his voice low enough that only she could hear. It was that voice—the one he used when they were alone, intimate in a way that made her want to forget they were surrounded by high-ranking officials and polished silverware. "Traffic was hell."

She didn’t look at him right away, though she could feel the warmth of him so close now, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the clean, subtle musk that was just him. Instead, she leaned slightly closer, enough that her bare arm brushed against the sleeve of his jacket, her lips barely curving as she whispered, "You’re going to regret making me wait."

He chuckled softly under his breath, a sound that sent a ripple of heat straight through her. "I’ve been regretting it since I walked through the door."

She barely had time to smirk in response before she reached up to her ear, fingers brushing over her earring as if adjusting it. Then, with a deliberate tilt of her head, she let it drop, the small piece of jewelry landing softly on the carpet under the table. She made a small, exaggerated sigh, leaning just a little closer to him.

"Oops," she whispered, her lips almost grazing the curve of his jaw before she leaned back, placing her hand on his thigh, pushing herself up slightly as she slipped out of her chair and ducked under the table.

He froze, the low conversation at the table above them seeming to blur into the background as she disappeared from view. She moved slowly, deliberately, taking her time as she reached for the earring that had “fallen,” her fingers grazing his ankle, then his shin. The proximity was dangerous, thrilling. He could feel the brush of her breath against his leg, her soft, teasing touch dragging higher, lingering near his knee.

Above, he cleared his throat, eyes darting around to make sure no one was paying attention. His body tensed under her touch, but his expression remained carefully composed. "You’re playing with fire," he muttered through clenched teeth, his hand gripping the edge of the table just a little tighter.

She didn’t respond, not with words anyway. Instead, she let her hand slide higher, nails grazing the fabric of his pants as she shifted under the table, taking her sweet time retrieving the earring. Her lips brushed the inside of his thigh, featherlight, sending a jolt through him that he barely managed to suppress. The anticipation of it all—the forbidden teasing in such a public setting—made the heat between them burn that much hotter.

Finally, she slipped back into her chair, the earring held daintily between her fingers as she shot him an innocent smile, like nothing had just happened. Her heart raced, adrenaline rushing through her veins, but she played it cool, setting the earring back in place with slow, deliberate movements.

"Got it," she whispered, her lips grazing just near his ear before she leaned back into her seat, though the warmth of her body still clung to him, an intoxicating reminder.

He exhaled, a little shakier than he intended, his fingers brushing her thigh beneath the table—a silent, fleeting promise that this wasn’t over. Not even close.

As if on cue, her fingers slipped back under the table, moving so casually it could’ve been mistaken for adjusting her napkin. The moment her hand made contact, he stiffened, a barely noticeable shift in his seat—except she noticed. She always did. Her fingers teased his thigh, just the faintest brush through the fabric of his pants, as if daring to see how far she could go without anyone around them suspecting.

"Relax," she breathed, lips barely moving, her eyes forward on the conversation around them as if nothing was amiss. The teasing glint in her gaze stayed fixed on the speakers at the table, but her attention was all on him, on the way he shifted under her touch. "You deserve a little distraction after keeping me waiting."

His breath caught in his throat as her hand inched higher, teasingly slow, tracing the firm muscles of his thigh with an almost affectionate familiarity. Every touch was deliberate, calculated, but still light enough to drive him insane with anticipation. Her thumb brushed up his inner leg, circling the sensitive area just above his knee, her hand resting there as if to remind him she was in control.

"You're lucky no one's looking under this table," she murmured under her breath, her voice low, barely above a whisper. Her fingers slid up again, grazing closer and closer to his growing hardness. She could feel the tension radiating off of him, the way his posture had stiffened, legs spread just a little wider to give her more room to work her mischief.

He shifted, turning his head slightly to glance at her, a mixture of warning and desperation in his eyes. "Don’t push it," he muttered, but his voice was strained, betraying how much he wanted her to keep going.

"Or what?" she teased, her lips curving into a smug smile. Her hand brushed over his bulge now, just enough pressure to make him twitch in response, his breath catching as she pressed her palm firmly against him, rubbing in slow, deliberate strokes. "You’re not exactly in a position to make demands right now."

He swallowed hard, jaw tightening, his hand gripping the edge of the table to keep himself grounded. She was relentless, fingers trailing lightly along the length of him through the fabric, tracing every inch as though she had all the time in the world. It was a dangerous game—one she was winning, and they both knew it.

"Good boy," she whispered, her voice barely audible as her hand squeezed him, a little firmer this time. His reaction was instant—his hips shifted, pushing subtly into her hand as if he couldn’t help himself. The praise hit him hard, that mix of teasing and genuine affection that always got under his skin in ways he couldn’t explain.

She leaned in closer, lips brushing his ear as she kept stroking him under the table. "You like it when I take care of you like this, don’t you?" Her voice was soft, almost sweet, a complete contrast to the filthy things she was doing beneath the tablecloth.

His breath came out in short, shallow bursts, the need building inside him with every subtle stroke of her hand. He wanted to reach out, stop her, or at least make her slow down, but the way she kept praising him, teasing him—it was making it impossible to think straight.

"You’ve been so good since you got here," she continued, voice dropping lower, more intimate. "Sitting here, pretending like nothing’s happening… but we both know you’re losing it under that suit." Her fingers curled slightly, pressing harder against him, her movements quickening just enough to drive him to the edge of control. "I think you like it, being all buttoned up while I do this. Makes you feel dirty, doesn’t it?"

He let out a quiet groan, barely audible but enough to make her grin in satisfaction. She could feel how hard he was now, the tension burning off him as she worked him with slow, rhythmic strokes. The urge to tease him even more, to push him just a little further, was overwhelming.

"Keep it together," she whispered, her lips brushing his earlobe. "Think of it like a stealth mission. Don’t get us caught... unless that’s what you’re after?"

He sucked in a breath, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but her words were unraveling him, piece by piece. The gentle praise, the way her hand worked him over through his clothes—it was making it impossible to focus on anything other than the heat building between them.

Her fingers pressed harder, stroking him in steady, relentless movements, her thumb brushing over the head of his erection just enough to drive him insane. "You’re doing so good for me," she whispered, the words slipping out with an almost sultry affection. "Just stay quiet… and let me take care of you."

His breathing was ragged now, chest rising and falling as he struggled to keep his composure. She knew she had him exactly where she wanted him—on the edge, teetering between control and the desperate need for release, all while they sat surrounded by dignitaries and officials, none the wiser.

"You’re gonna pay for this," he growled out through clenched teeth, his voice low, filled with barely restrained need.

She smirked, leaning in one last time to whisper, "I’m counting on it." Then, with a final squeeze, she pulled her hand away, leaving him on the brink of madness, breathless and aching under the table, longing for something more.

As he regained his composure, the conversation at the table shifted, the voices of the other guests mingling like background noise, just as one of the older officials—a stern-faced man in his sixties—turned to him.

“Kennedy,” the man said, raising an eyebrow with a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “You’re cutting it a bit close tonight. Care to share what kept you? We were beginning to think you’d bailed on us.”

Leon’s face didn’t flinch; he’d been trained for this kind of thing—quick thinking, flawless execution. He straightened up in his seat, hands resting casually on the tablecloth, and offered a small, apologetic smile.

“Well, you know how it is," he began smoothly, his voice calm, not missing a beat. "Duty calls at the worst times, and traffic through D.C. isn’t exactly forgiving—especially when you’re coming from a briefing.” He met the man’s gaze, unflinching, the picture of professionalism.

But just as he delivered the perfect answer, he felt it—a sudden, deliberate squeeze against his thigh. Her hand had found its way back under the table, fingers pressing firmly, teasingly, right over the same spot she had been tormenting earlier. His body jolted involuntarily, and his breath caught in his throat.

He coughed—a sharp, sudden sound that made everyone at the table glance in his direction. His cheeks flushed instantly, a heat rising up his neck as the smooth façade he’d been maintaining cracked under the pressure of her playful touch. He glanced down, just barely, eyes narrowing in warning, but the smirk on her face was unmistakable.

Before he could gather himself, she chimed in, her voice laced with playful innocence. “I, for one, am just glad he never arrives early,” she said with a perfectly straight face, her hand squeezing him again just as the last word left her lips.

Leon barely managed to regain his composure, but the heat radiating from his face was unmistakable. He shifted in his seat, praying no one noticed the subtle tension in his posture. Ashley had retreated her hand, but the teasing, devilish smile on her lips told him she still wasn’t done. Not yet.

Once the spotlight shifted away from them and the conversation at the table resumed, he felt her lean in close again, her lips grazing the sensitive skin of his ear as her hand slipped back into his lap. His heart raced, the heat radiating from her presence, the delicate movements of her fingers, and the softness of her breath igniting something primal within him that he could no longer contain.

“You always come right on time for me,” she whispered, her voice low, sultry, the words laced with double meaning that sent a jolt of heat straight through him.

And just like that, his body betrayed him.

His breath hitched, barely controlled, as a sudden wave of intense pleasure surged through him—sharp and overwhelming. His hands tightened into fists under the table, his muscles going rigid as he fought to keep from making any sound, the sensation crashing through him with a force he hadn't expected. His heart pounded in his ears, his pulse throbbing as the world around him blurred.

He was coming, right there at the table, his body betraying him with a shudder he could barely keep in check. It was quick, desperate, and utterly humiliating, yet the rush of pleasure was undeniable. He clenched his jaw, his teeth gritting as he struggled to hold back any outward sign, but he could feel the wetness pooling against the fabric of his briefs, soaking through.

Ashley pulled back slightly, her gaze flicking over him knowingly, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes as if she could sense exactly what had just happened. And before he could fully recover, she leaned in one more time, her lips brushing his cheek in the softest, most delicate kiss.

It was innocent enough on the surface—just a sweet gesture, nothing out of the ordinary for anyone paying attention. But the pressure of her lips against his skin, the way they lingered, the suggestive warmth in her voice when she whispered, “I told you you’d pay for being late,” made it anything but innocent.

Leon couldn’t respond. His body still trembled with the aftershocks of release, his mind barely catching up to what had just happened, and he was left speechless, still flushed with both pleasure and mortification. The sensation, the intensity of it, made him dizzy.

Ashley, for her part, sat back in her chair, completely composed, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as though nothing had happened. She didn't even glance his way again, as if she'd already won, leaving him to stew in his embarrassment while the dinner conversation continued around them.

Leon swallowed hard, still processing everything, his gaze darting around the table to ensure no one had noticed his moment of weakness. But as Ashley shifted beside him, her hand lightly brushing his under the table in a silent reassurance, a warm comfort settled in his chest.

Despite it all, she had him—completely and utterly—and now they just needed to survive the rest of the evening. They waited patiently for the others to leave, cherishing their private moment amidst the surrounding noise. Finally, he turned to her, a hint of guilt in his eyes. “I’m really sorry for being late,” he murmured.

She met his gaze with a teasing smile, her eyes sparkling. “Don’t worry about it. I think we’re even now—after all, I made you arrive on time in front of everyone.”

[hostilemuppet]

Coming from your most recent post, l'd really like to hear your interpretations of the PPG X RRB's dynamics!

I'm not personally a shipper of them myself, but I'd love to hear something related to that outside of the typical tropes of good girl/bad boy type stuff

before i start, i made this post about how i see the boys in general which may provide greater context for some of the things i say here but might not be necessary since i dont really get into brick or blossom specifically, just generally what i think the boys Deals are

so to start with, my ideal blossick isnt actually blossick. as in, theyre not actually together. the MIGHT get together in the future, maybe, but a loooooot would have to change. specifically with brick. 90% of this is centred on brick, and how fucked up he is, because my favourite blossick is brick having a one sided obsession with her while she barely remembers he exists when hes not around to make his existence her problem

for context about how i see brick (ill try to mostly talk about the show itself since thats like... the main thing, but im also influenced by extracanonical and official-but-noncanon material since there is so little for the boys in the show), i dont see him being that stoic, effortlessly cool bad boy hes usually portrayed as. i think that is not only boring, but against how the show implies that he is very insecure and very loud about hiding it.

when the girls tease them for their new hair, butch doesnt care and boomer takes it as a compliment, while brick is so upset by it hes twitching because how DARE those stupid whimpy lame-o girls make fun of him???

and... well i think its relevant that when the girls were knocking the boys back down to size, brick got the worst of it. butch biting his tongue? i dont even know how that could be considered emasculating or humiliating in any way, thats just painful. boomer having his makeup done? yeah a young boy in his "girls are gross" phase would definitely find that humiliating but hed get over it. brick getting his trousers and underwear pulled down and having people laugh at him? bro id kill myself. HES FIVE. THATLL BE A FORMATIVE MEMORY. HES GONNA LIVE WITH THIS THE REST OF HIS LIFE! 😭

and outside of the show (which i recognise has much less (or even ZERO in multiversus' case) baring on canon, but considering most fanon seems to be based on more than human which is a literal fanfiction i think you can cut me some slack here) heres some that i think are good at showing off how i see his personality

he lashes out at boomer, showing how he can dish it out but not take it, because he is top dog (...puppy dog tail...) and he wont let anyone make a fool out of him

multiversus voice lines are harder to show off but some that i think are relevant are:

"(near tears) stupid powerless batman is gonna stupid powerless pay for that!" "names brick. im the brains here. and the brawn. ...and the looks 😏" "what can i say? ive just got a lot of anger in me with nowhere to go! its a gift!" every line he has where he idolises the joker since. well i dont think i have to explain the stereotypes associated with men who idolise the joker. especially since ppg98 implies that batman is a real person who exists in universe so the joker probably does too which would make brick the equivalent of an andrew tate fanboy who watches sigma male grindcore edits on tiktok

so, my take on brick isnt that hes stoic, or even that hes secretly hotheaded but keeps a lid on it for his image, its that hes LOUD and ANGRY and he wants nothing more than for people to think hes cool but he keeps failing and hes MAD ABOUT IT. he needs to be better than those sissies but hes not, so he feels small and pathetic and he takes it out on others like schoolyard bullies are wont to do. theres something there about how hes the most upset when mojo yells at them while the other two dont gaf but i dont have anything concrete there yet, other than he probably gets the brunt of HIMs verbal abuse since hes the leader/the "oldest" and thatd fuck up a little boy, even if that little boy was a little freak of nature who likes to beat people up for fun

now, onto the actual point of this, his relationship with blossom. i mentioned before how the boys were made literally to kill the girls, and that would definitely mess all of them up. thats the only reason theyre here! they have no greater purpose! how are they supposed to deal with that? while boomer already shows signs of going straight (not liking his brothers all that much and having to be reminded to break the law) and butch just seems happy to be here, brick is already pretty insecure in himself on a good day and thatll be made 100% worse when he really starts to think on "im not actually a person, im just a weapon", and who is he gonna blame for it? the girl he was created to kill, obviously. it was all her fault. he spends every waking minute thinking of how much he hates her, how much he cant wait to watch the life drain from her eyes, other creepy shit that he doesnt vocalise bc itd mean admitting hes not unflappable (everyone knows hes pretty goddamn flappable but he still thinks hes cool and in control). then he gets a bit older, and he grows out of that little boy "EW girls are GROSS!!!" phase, and things get. weird

he still hates her, because hes always hated her and he was made to hate her. he thinks the way he gets all sweaty and starts feeling sick whenever he sees her is because he hates her sooooooo much that he feels physically ill. when boomer stops fucking with the rowdyruff lifestyle and starts hanging out with bubbles, brick thinks the only reason hes mad about it is because his brother betrayed them, but butch doesnt care that much either. when blossom starts dating, brick assumes the reason he tastes blood in his throat and hes struggling to breathe is because he hates her so much that he doesnt want her to be happy, thats the only reason, obviously. he would never admit otherwise, not even after he finds out boomer might have the smallest itty bittiest crush on bubbles and brick realises FUCK he likes blossom. he likes her but he hates her, hes disgusted with himself even more than he ever was with her because what is WRONG with him? she literally killed him! she sent him to hell, and he was there for months until HIM saved them under the condition they get revenge on the girls. but shes pretty and smart and cool and shes the only loser around here who can hold her own against him in a fight. he sits alone in his room and he stares at an Officially Licensed Blossom Action Figure (doll) he stole, hoping shed be there to stop him but she had bigger threats to worry about. he cuddles it to sleep and he hates it because it doesnt smell as good as the real thing. he wants to snap its head off, melt it down with his eye lasers. he does not.

meanwhile, if blossom knows that brick has a thing for her, she doesnt care. why would she? some random street criminal she had a rivalry with when they were in kindergarten? she has to fight monsters while studying for her gcses and trying to maintain some semblance of a social life. shes busy! she doesnt give brick the time of day, even if he were to enrol in the same school (yknow... to keep his enemies close and all that) shed only pay attention to him if he were doing something dangerous, and without his brothers backing him up (they would not) he wouldnt stand a chance against the girls, because they have been training and studying and strategising and he has not, hes the same hes always been. pure brute strength can only get you so far

blossom looks down on brick, even more than she looks down on most people (shes the smart one, shes the pretty one, shes the perfect one, she knows shes hot shit and wont let you forget it) and it kills brick inside. he wants to kill her, but a part of him knows he wont get to see her anymore, so he just sulks and waits for her to tell him that shes always loved him, theyre destined for each other, he was made for her! and then he realises what hes thinking and he throws up out the window of mojos observatory. he thinks about throwing a dart at the photo of her he hung up on his Officially Licensed Powerpuff Novelty Dart Board. its still in pristine condition. he does not.

as far as blossom is concerned, brick is no different than the gangreen gang, or fuzzy lumpkins, or the amoeba boys on a bad day. hes easy to defeat because the second she grabs hold of his shirt his throat closes up and he cant breathe because shes touching him, and then butch or mojo are dragging him out of the remains of the prison walls and brick insists she just got lucky. again.

so for me, blossick isnt one of those "i want them to get together and go on cute little dates and kiss and cuddle and live happily ever after :)" ships. its about the drama and seeing a fucked up little boyman become worse. and above all its about being FUNNY

a lot would have to change for blossick to actually happen. like, brick would have to go through some sort of multi year long self improvement journey. probably a loooooooong way away from townsville. because otherwise... blossom wouldnt want anything to do with him. even for a casual fling as adults, shed be pretty and famous, she could have any guy or gal she wanted, and lbr brick probably isnt actually the looks. if brick asked her out shed laugh at him, like shed lean back and point and laugh, and brick would for real kill himself, and then HIM would revive him again and itd be this whole thing...

its way more likely that brick would pine after her forever and ever and shed get married to some other superhero who wasnt born in a prison toilet while brick ends up alone. or maybe he ends up with berserk, which would be a way worse fate for him than ending up alone but it might be funnier so who knows. for now all hes got is his creepy blossom shrine which he better hope to GOD no one finds

[pseudophan]

i need to be a bitch somewhere and where better than pseudophan dot tumblr dot com (said in a very honoring way love you nora)wait pause i just heard like a squeaky rubber duck noise out my window. im on a 10th floor in nyc. hello? okay anyways i need to keep being a bitch ducks aside but oh my god fics have been so unreadable lately. why is everyone so obsessed with doing like yaoi gender roles to them. i dont think ive opened smut i havent clicked out of in months at this rate. like every single one is like "ohhh phil is a delicate helpless uwu little princess and dan is the big strong manly man" im actually going to start killing people like it is so insufferable why does no one hear themselves. do you people hear yourselves? for real? pause i just heard the duck again. is it an omen do you think

LOVE the journey this ask takes you on first of all, i wonder what the duck's fanfic opinions are it seems eager to share

i haven't read enough fic recently to comment on ALL of them but i can't say i don't get where you're coming from cause a lot of what i have seen... yeah... and look if that's the dynamic someone wants to portray in their fic that's whatever i guess, i'm not here to police people's fiction, but it is annoying that there's so much of it. kinda feels like we're back in 2015 just with the roles reversed

the whole uwu princess phil thing is largely brought on by dnp themselves and i don't even have a problem with that at all, by all means live your precious baby angel smol bean (sigh) dreams phil but what bothers me a little is the part where a lot of people take that and feel the need to then make dan, like you said, some Big Strong Masc Dom Top like can we be sooooo serious for just one second... again if thats what people want to write porn about whatever i guess but i totally agree the sheer amount of it is a bit.......... hmm........

this isn't just fics though it's the way people talk about them in general. at least with fics you're technically allowed to write whatever the hell you want, it's all fictional, but when it's posts talking about their real life selves .... 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[batw1nggg]

hi. im here to kamukoma ramble. ok so i reeaaly hate how all kamumeshi Fan Content (which is basically all kamukoma content) waters down izuru to being the dominant one and servant to being his cute little dog like i feel like its so much more complex then that.

izuru was created to be subservient, to be smart enough to see through manipulation tactics and yet not care enough about himself to do anything to stop them, always doing something to serve someone else’s interests - and even when he does do one thing in his own interest (the killing game), it was largely because of his obsession with junko, so we see her still pulling the strings on him from beyond the grave (emphasized by his convo with her in his udg cameo). he doesn’t have power and he’s been designed not to want it. he’s been robbed of his humanity over and over again and been taught to accept it. he even explicitly states all of this in talent dev plan with taka

komaeda, on the other hand, is always framed with such heavy control over the narrative - he heavily influences dr2’s ending and takes that same puppeteering role in udg too. although he has that inferiority complex, he still holds so much power over everyone else, manipulating them like chess pieces. he is just as dangerous as izuru is, considering he has not only the intelligence but the motivation to act out like this, something izuru lacks.

and so this creates a really cool complexity where servant believes he’s meant to be subservient to izuru but this may not be wholly reflected in the way he acts, and izuru most definitely does not care for/about controlling servant. and, if izuru does take a domineering role, it’s because that’s what servant wants (especially after junko’s death, when he has no one left to place himself beneath), and so izuru’s still letting himself go with whoever the people surrounding him want him to be. he’s not with servant for the power trip, that goes completely against everything he’s ever been - because, in reality, IZURU is the one who exists to serve. to serve his creators, and then junko afterwards, even after her death. his purpose has always been assigned to him, not created by him.

both characters are fucked up and morally grey. both characters are the man, both characters are the god.

this is what i wish people would focus more on when writing their general character development and the development of their relationship. because they barely get any screen time you get lots of creative freedom and you can take this concept in either a “they are going to heal and get better together” route or a “they are doomed to always hurt each other in their codependency” route or some weird thing in between; again, personal preference, and if you want to keep izuru and hajime separate postgame this opens a whole new plethora of dynamics and development to write about after komaeda becomes himself again. the flexibility of their dynamic is whats so intriguing to me - kamukoma is a very complex and fluid idea that i wish more people would mess around with like this join me and we can play with them like putty