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Dairy Girl-- Part 2

A Homelander x F! Reader fanfic

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to post this and hope the lenght is enough of an apology, yeah this is gonna be liek 4 parts i got too engrossed btw. hope yall like it here's the previous chapter:

Synopsis: In order to provide a constant supply of fresh breastmilk for Vought’s number one hero, Vought has had to get quite nifty in order to prevent this secret desire out the press and the public– you have unfortunately discovered the truth.

Tags: Stockholm Syndrome, abusive dynamic, Homelander being Homelander, dub-con, dark, mild smut, breastfeeding kink, kidnapping, child-death mention tw, cheating tw, set in s4 but canon nothing, slow burn.

word count: 3.4K

Part 2– Calf

As he’d mentioned before the house was an escape proof cage– every window had its hinges super glued or welded shut, glass panels thick enough to prevent shattering but thin enough to allow sound in. That night as he’d left you for the first time you kept your composure, perturbed more by the earlier events that nothing had time to sink in, you venture across the 3 bedroom home, each room old taken straight out from a vintage furniture catalog, the master bedroom smelled just like your grandmother’s, the bathroom walls covered in tacky pink tiles that you told yourself will never get used to.

By the time you explored the whole building you understood the following: The size felt deceiving, without a way to see the outside this building could’ve been 35 floors high and you wouldn’t know, the east-wing of the building at the opposite direction where you’d emerged was cut off from you by a thick metal door, an eye-scan request made its unpickable lock, looking at how it cut on the hardwood floors you’d guess this is where in the kitchen and perhaps the garage and entry hall could be found, this overall felt like an architectural nightmare, the only other oddity of this was the piles and piles of bottled water– Vought branded water… you much rather drink Dasani than this crap… It was by far the worst one in the supermarket.

There were indeed no phones or even ethernet ports on the wall, the TV was bolted in its place and so was the VHS player (and all the furniture too), there were at least 350 titles on the walls (something you bothered to count on day 5), an extremely old vinyl player your only other company... whoever had supposedly lived here was a big fan of Cab Calloway, ABBA and Bruce Springsteen, here you and Bruce could become intimate friends it seems after all you had all his vinyls, alongside an expansive jazz assortment, nothing in this selection went past 1989.

You also learned a very useful fact on day 3 you stared at one of the 18 cameras that you’d found.

“I really want some Mcnuggets! Like just a 12-pack and a large Sprite! Maybe an Oreo Mcflurry too!” You yelled into the camera waving your arms as if the circular lense would reply somehow.

Barely few minutes later the air was filled with the roaring sounds of a bike burning tires seemed the forbidden end faced some road which made you giddy, about 50 minutes later a small door at the door itself opened smoothly where the first strange hand you’ve seen in the last 3 days popped-out leaving a bag with a familiar logo… it wasn’t maccas tho, it was Vought-a-burger which was okay but that wasn’t the point, you picked your meal and your oversize ice-cream and drink and begun connecting lines– Your prison was in Pennsylvania, based on the area code on the phone number on that old pizza box, located close enough from both a pizza chain and on a 15 to 20 minutes drive from a Vought-a-Burger, the library held no maps for you to try to find your location but give or take about an hour or two by foot from any civilization… Yet as you drank the mostly melted caramel churro sundae you smiled thinking of how to steal a bike.

That Night you picked two tapes from the wall not caring one bit about what you were going to see, you stared at the camera.

“Hey can one of you check like an underrated 80s movie list from IMDb ‘cuz I seen a few of these already… at least bring me something new!” 

As always no response was ever given, you dragged your feet towards that ornate bedroom of yours, pink walls, flowery quits, a matching chaise lounge, a hardwood coffee table bolted to the ground and your private TV and VHS player, it took you an hour to remember how to use these thing that second day here. You put on a movie, curling in your bed in the dark, smelling the sweet flowery smell of fabric softener, this didn’t smell like home, pillows too soft, mattress too soft everything here was made to bring you comfort but it was making you feel like a squatter.

The cold light of the screen enveloped every surface and you slowly faded away as ‘Lady in White’ began to wrap up, eyes glued to the screen so firmly you screamed when the faint red light peeked from the corner, clutching the quilt across your body as the red faded away and all you saw was a vaguely illuminated shape.

Blurry colors with no clean shapes, standing facelessly enough blue to let you see it was humanoid, Homelander creeped closer, his body blocking the light and like a shadow he devours everything, he turned around to pause the player, draping his gloves on the dumb box as he turned around once more, your heart caught in your throat, each breath quick and sharp as he took another step closer, hushing softly and he’s there swallowing you whole he kneeled into the bed the mattress squeaked and chimed sinking under his weight pulling you in, only the faint outline of gold eagles and soft blonde locks told you with absolute certainty that he was here… that 3 days ago you indeed met The Homelander, far from the pretty blue-eyed hunk from the movies more ghoul.

You swallowed as his head rested on the pillow next to your hips, his nose burying in the cushioned pillowcase.

“I was busy with work” He mumbles softly, staring at you with the same playfulness of a guilty pet owner who’d ran out of their cat's churu treats– "I promise to visit, I got you something… left it downstairs for you.” 

He stared at your white knuckled hands and without uttering a word you understood his demands, fingers moved by psychic force alone, you welcomed him into your lap as you came undone, burying your digits into his hair, soft like cotton, so smooth you dreamt of cat’s bellies as you scratched him, he took the remote from under you lifting you with so much ease your brain struggled to compute it at first, the movie played and all he wanted was petting.

“Security told me you’ve been good… nothing crazy… am glad, "he said with a tired tone.

“What good would that do me…?” You replied with your eyes focused on the screen.

If you wanted to survive I had to get on his good side, no? you though

“I like it when you people understand your place” He chuckles softly.

‘You people’? You could easily discern the meaning behind his words by tone alone, your finger stopped suddenly, his eyes flaring up immediately.

“I think this would be more productive if you told me exactly what’s going on… I won’t try to run or scream… am just confused and scared…” you spoke bluntly as his gaze met yours in the dark.

“This is my private speakeasy and you’re the bartender… tap too… is hard being on top… and I want some relief… and a sanctum–

“To express your socially unacceptable inclinations/interests? Fair enough I can imagine the press would eat you alive if they found out you liked breastmilk.”

“You’re cute and smart too.” He pushed himself into your stomach, your body sinking to the shape he wanted, holding you tight– I’ll be a good owner and let you asks me absolutely anything you want”

“Why me?”

“Dunno.” His lips tightened into a flat line– the doctors picked you, I asked for a good provider… but all the women downstairs and you did have one thing in common” He sounded awkward as he spoke listening to your increasing heartbeat– you kept producing… I asked to have easy access to my treat but somebody downstairs came out with all of this” his hand lazily gestures around– bit extra I know.”

How simple, he didn’t even care about this to begin with, glaring at him gave you no answers or comfort.

“My family…?”

“They think you killed yourself, I've been told… your ex-hubby been on twitter acting holier than the virgin mary, absolutely devastated for likes” You bit your lips, face scrunching up ready to shout and cry– everybody suspects he murdered you even the cops”

“I'm going to kill him!!” Your tears flowed regardless – god fucking dammit!”

Your whole body rejected the news, twisting your stomach and filling you with needles

“How would you do it?”

“Bash his head in with a hammer…?? I don’t know but fuck him! I wasted 5 years of my life with that bastard!” You cried.

Homelander buried his face into your stomach, hiding the smile on his face. as you cursed outloud for a little bit, he paid no attention to your words.

“Sorry…” You cleaned your tears trying to stop this embarrassing display, the mere thought of him acting like he cared made you sick when he wouldn’t even come to his own son’s funeral– are you gonna hurt me?” you cleaned your nose against the pillow.

He moved so quickly before you knew it he’s face to face and even in this dark room only lit by rolling credits he appeared serene as a painting… It makes your blood run cold.

“Why would I hurt my comforter?”

That night he only slept for a couple hours, never moving from your stomach, holding you regardless, he snored softly, mumbling half-spoken words, lips twitching and brows furrowing, you petted him gently watching his hardened frown melt.

Some days he’d come once, others he’d come five times and then there were the days were you didn’t see him at all, leaving you awkwardly aware about how odd these exchanges felt… for it never felt truly sexual, your fears of molestation and ‘real’ assault dissuaded as you accepted that all this man was doing was come here to whine and bitch about work and suck on your titty– like right now, Homelander has been shouting, talkign so much shit about his coworkers you started to wonder if it was made up for nobody could certainly be that allegedly incompetent, about how stressful it was to do 20 plus media interviews all day, about hoq\w his latest film “Justice Serve” was a fucking nightmare already despite being only half-way thru pre-production.

“Do you even know what it's like to deal with idiots who think they’re better than you because they have an award!?” He put your nipple back in his mouth with a frown– who does Villeneuve think he is” He mumbled into your skin.

Yet he didn’t only bring petty grievances and thirsty lips– he showered you with gifts, perfumes you couldn’t pronounce filled with soft fragrances: sweet but not sugary, warm tones without too much spice. Brought you beauty products to pamper you… to watch you play with from the many cameras in the house, and dressed you like a doll in clothes you honestly wouldn't have bought in the first place, too flowery and tradwifey.

You did so with a fake smile, you’d be pretty for him if you must, keep your tongue in-check and swallow the ever increasing knot in your throat for he at least wasn’t loud towards you, he didn’t yell, he didn’t make scenes… you were just living like his newest pet.

His miniature cow standing in the living room instead of the evergreen pastures outside, VHS tapes and steel food trays made your fence.

You keep busy cleaning this house making stories of who had lived there, Bruce the only one who spoke to you.

Analysing the house inch by inch, there had to have been a spot they’ve missed you kept thinking, you figured that somehow they monitored your sleep cycle, only entering to remove dirty clothes and trash in the death of night, they knew if you were obviously awake, on day 14 you stayed up till around 5 am and not a peep was heard accross the house but as you woke past noon all your trash had been cleaned up, on day 16 you stayed awake all day felt sick passed out and same thing, you would find a way out, you would force them to take you out, all the furniture was glued in its post but if you had to cause a fire you fucking would… as you stared at your clean bedsheets you figure you could force them to come in and drag you outside but as you postulated the possibility of a faux-suicide attempt Homelander’s face flashed accross closed eyes– dare dissapointing him and lose all the goodwill you’d been building, trust, even presents more extravagant than anything your ex ever did.

Had he not kidnapped you, hold you against your will in an underground bunker, used you as a milk fountain and terrified the fuck out of you with his invisible steps in the middle of the night you would had found him charming… endearing even… at least he was still handsome… frightening but handsome.

Day 18-19-20 were the worse so far, days went by and your isolation only grew he had not come by, your meals delivered so quietly you missed them and found them cold, birds either too loud or gone but Homelander never came, every hour the anxiety only grew as you found your throat aching to speak with somebody other than a non-present 80s musician.

You made a stack of the movies you’ve seen yelling to the camera demanding more to watch, abandoning the cause to focus on the obscene collection of Danielle Steel books in the library… at least 30 books, at least it was a distraction as you woke up for the third day in a row without hearing from Homelander. 

You talked to yourself, prettier views didn’t make up for human interaction, you had isolated yourselves before… you didn’t eat, shower, answer calls, simply left yourself to rot in your bed, sinking deeper and deeper into your mattress, the calm heartbeat of the machine keeping you alive until the phone battery died, now here you were curling in the couch feeling that endless void inside you screaming back at you, nothing to distract you from it any longer.

How ironic that those days locked in the basement had been the firsts since the funeral that you’d hadn’t thought about it.

Now every sleep came with dreams of distant cries, empty halls that cooed back, and a sense of urgency as time slipped from underneath you, nothing here smelled like him, yet in your sleep you held your pillow as you once held him, swearing it smelled like him, in the silence the singing birds sound like babies, but there’s nothing but creaking floorboards, old pipes and foreign ghosts in this place.

In this endless silence your mind told you this was limbo, jazz solos disguised the pandemonium of a silent afterlife, but as your heart anguished once again you buried yourself in paltry distractions, reading out loud as to keep your vocal chords warm and delude yourself that there was some company in here, mostly to hide the nonexistent crying.

It took you by surprise when half way thru ‘The Ghost’ you heard the buzzing of the steel door, your ears perked up stretching your neck before falling into the floor, shaky knees picked you up once more with a brave kick, quick steeping into the living room– Homelander stood staring at the messy pile talking to the camera to have this sorted and for the first time since you’d been here you sawn another human, who answered his call almost immediately, a man in kevlar rushed in his gun bouncing on his back alongside a young man dragging an ikea bag.

“Homelander!” Your voice was hoarse but he still turned to smile at you.

“We got you some new movies Ms. L/N” The young man spoke dropping the bag with a heavy thud.

“Watch it!” Homelander growled and you saw a slight stain dribble down his pants– just go wait in the library kitten while these ones sort this out for you.” 

Your feet moved anyways, too excited by the presence of new faces, had he not cleared his throat you would’ve said anything just to make sure this wasn’t a dream, you looked away and that big steel door was wide open, an armed guard by the exit tho… it was an office, painted white with cool fluorescent lights. 

Run, the voices scream.

Run.

For fucks sake run!!\

but...

You stay still.

It’s a test. Run and die, run and he’d snap your spine in thirds before you understand what happened your brain would be separated from your cranium no doubt, you swallow and take a step back, slow heavy agonizing steps lead you to the library.

Homelander’s gaze softens as he watches you sit by the unlit fireplace, he follows you soon after leaving the staff to work behind, you lift your head with a stiff neck, your tongue swollen inside your mouth, he smiles gently dropping to your level, carrying a small box.

The pretty bow doesn’t catch your attention in the least.

Not that dashing smile and ever so blue eyes either.

He tickles your nose without touching.

Chamomile and oat, a pale scent, subtle and clean…

As he scoot closer to you urging you to take the meaningless box held by nude hands, he pets your chin, leaving you to catch nutty tones… his hands smell of almond oil and cream.

He’s talking as he guides your hand into opening the present but you aren’t hearing a single word spoken… all you care about is his aroma…it invides you carving an aching hollow chest, making you dizzy and the world is squeezing your whole body with a thousands of pounds of violent force but you’re still held in one piece, wrapping your neck with the necklace he’d got you, touching every exposed inch leaving traces of sweet almond on you, resting his chin on your stiff shoulder so close whispering sweet nothings to you… hair smells so creamy… milky coconut, it makes you ill– You could name every brand he wore if asked.

“You like it?” He asks into your neck.

‘Like’ what? You guessed he meant the necklace.

“Where have you been?” You asked, wanting to think of anything but that bitter scent.

He pushes you down into the carpet, your hair drapes everywhere so he moves it to give himself no chance to pull it, you can’t even argue but your surprise and discomfort still paints your face, before you can say anything he drops his head on your stomach, nuzzling your dress and pulling your hand towards his head.

“I don’t want to talk about it” his muffle words sound angry, he whined into your stomach a quiet order demanding affection.

Obeying orders before he could whined even more for now you wanted silence again.

Staying like this for as long as he needed, leaving you to speculate what brought him such distress that caused him to abandon you as a result, a part of you stared in awe as you realized you how long this man could stay still without making a sound for.

How long did you lay there in a shared repose that your eyes shut? you wondered as the orange glow of afternoon sun warmed your cheeks, his hand cleaned a falling tear off your face as you woke up with a headache.

“Had a nightmare?”

Your hand unconsciously pulled him close to you, burying his face under your chin he’d awkwardly smiled as he adjusted to your demands, talking to you but it was white noise, your kept him still bridging an arm across his neck locking him in position, your other hand buried in blond, closing your eyes as you got high on shampoo.

In your mind much like your dream you hold him so close, he was plump and giddy, his hair more than a thin tuff, you laughed with him, as you dried his back, you swore to never love the scent of coconut, you held back your pain as you held him with all your might.

“I don’t want to talk about it…”

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It all started a week ago. Steve had come along to The Hideout, decked in his darkest polo shirt. It was the first gig he'd come to since him and Eddie had officially- as Robin put it- 'got their shit together'.

Steve had met the band plenty of times already, and while they'd been pretty standoffish at first, he liked to think he got along with them pretty well. Jeff actually shared a similar taste in music (even admitting to liking ABBA because it reminded him of his mother) and he'd known enough about Star Wars and a mix of Dustin's interests to win over Seth. It was harder to read Gareth, but Steve had assumed they were at least acquaintances.

That was until Steve had walked up to the bar where Gareth was talking to some girl, and then Gareth had said the meanest thing imaginable.

"He's my buddy's boyfriend."

Eddie hadn't seen what the big deal was. But Steve understood the importance of befriending your partner's best friend.

Well, back in high school, Steve had never really bothered with his girlfriend's friends. He'd focused on putting in effort with the girls he found attractive, wooing them with flowers and gifts. The girls who he wanted to like him did, he didn't really care how much the other girls didn't. The only job the best friend really had in his mind was picking up the pieces after he left those girls in the dust.

That was all before Nancy, of course. She'd been so adamant about him making an impression on Barb, so he'd tried. He invited her to parties, kept Carol and Tommy off her back, even tried to back her up once or twice when Barb and Nancy were bickering.

And it worked out... kind of. Barb had still rolled her eyes whenever Steve opened his mouth, but she was also the one who pulled him aside and saved him a whole lot of embarrassment and heartache.

"I'm telling you this because I would want to know, and because I guess you're not the worst person in the world. Nancy has been hanging out with Jonathan a lot lately... I just think maybe you should pay a bit more attention to it."

But besides him and Nancy as a couple not working out, he'd realised how important being on good terms with the person you're dating's friends is to being a good boyfriend. Which is why it was integral that he became proper friends with Eddie's best friend.

--

"What are you wearing?"

Steve had just walked into the Munson trailer. He'd spent nearly an hour trying to perfect his hair, so he's mildly offended that his outfit is the first thing his boyfriend noticed. Steve glanced down at his shirt with the huge Green Day logo printed onto it. He wasn't sure why Eddie looked so appalled, it wasn't dirty or anything.

"Oh, Gareth let me borrow it. Cute right?" Eddie's nose scrunched up even further, full on glaring at the offensive item.

"I can't let you into my room with that shirt on."

"Well hopefully once we get to your room neither of us will have our shirts on" Steve chuckled, leaning in for a kiss but Eddie turned his head.

"I'm serious, big boy. The polos and tight jeans, you're whole hot preppy look actually, that all really does it for me and you know it. But this?" He pulled at the fabric of the shirt. "This is the one piece of clothing I never want to see you in."

Steve scoffed. Eddie pushed him gently away with a shake of his head.

"I'm turning off the benefits."

"What benefits?"

"The sex benefits, no more sex until you admit you're not a Green Day fan and we burn that shirt."

"Eddie this is my in with Gareth! He's finally starting to warm up to me." Steve whined. "Besides, you can't just, like, turn off us having sex!"

"Oh yes I can. All I have to do is think about you in this abominable outfit and my boner just-" He whistles, imitating his finger deflating. Steve pouted. He knew rationally he could just give Gareth back the shirt, but that would mean embarrassingly admitting he didn't like Green Day to Gareth and then trying to find another in with him.

So no, Eddie was just being unreasonable.

Anyway, he was totally bluffing about the sex. Steve hoped.

--

"It's been five days Robin! I mean, we haven't gone that long without having sex since.. since we started having sex!" Steve cried, following the woman around as she restocked the shelves. Even though he couldn't see her face he could tell she was rolling her eyes.

It was a serious situation though, at least in Steve's opinion. He and Eddie hung out all the time, and while he obviously enjoyed doing other things with his boyfriend, he wished the other man would at least have the decency to not be so sexy while performing daily tasks. Steve had been this close to jumping him in the frozen food section of the grocery store yesterday.

And he knew he wasn't the only desperate one, Eddie was suffering too. Obviously he'd assumed Steve would cave after a day, because he'd been all jumpy and grouchy for nearly a week. And he kept making that face that Steve recognised all too well whenever Steve did anything even slightly suggestive. Like when he'd bent down to put his laundry in the dryer, and when he turned back around Eddie was beet red and avoiding eye contact.

"Have you tried breaking out the old Harrington seduction techniques yet?" Robin shrugged, obviously not bothered by the fact her best friend was on the verge of death due to lack-of-sex-with-his-really-hot-boyfriend disease.

The thing was, he had tried his old methods. He tried wearing tighter shirts, that strained around his arms and showed off his midriff (but always making sure he was wearing some kind of Green Day memorabilia, because damn him if he wasn't going to be right about this). He'd invited Eddie along to his and Lucas' basketball game. He even tried straight up begging, knowing how much that usually gets Eddie worked up.

And nothing!

Although, there was still one move he hadn't tried yet...

--

"You want to what?" Eddie shot him an incredulous look.

"Help you study, of course. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't help you with your problems? Besides I have this really neat method to help you revise." Steve let himself into the trailer and Eddie's room. He wasn't wearing a Green Day shirt today, but he did have a wristband, something he knew Eddie had spotted already as he walked into the room with his arms crossed.

"Right. And what method would this be?"

"Every time you get an answer right, I take off a item of clothing, and vice versa." Steve plopped himself down on the unmade bed, which he'd missed dearly. Eddie hadn't even let them take naps together in his room, insisting 'spooning almost always leads to sex with you'.

Eddie considered his offer carefully, before nodding with a shit eating grin. Steve cheered internally.

"Great!" Steve smiled before adding "Your rings all count as one item by the way." He tried not to look too smug at the way Eddie's confident grin faltered.

The game reached its boiling point very quick. Eddie had known more about Geography then Steve had expected, which reflected in the fact he only had his boxers and one sock left on. Eddie, however, wasn't doing too much better, sat in only his jeans (and Steve suspected no underwear underneath).

He's not sure who kissed who first, but suddenly Steve was pressed against the mattress, Eddie's thigh between his legs. Excitement coursed through him, his body so receptive to Eddie's touch after so long he wasn't even embarrassed at the noises he was letting out. His hips bucked up, causing Eddie to groan into his mouth.

"So the Green Day thing?" Eddie mumbled between kisses down Steve's neck. The noise Steve made was loud and high pitched, almost drowning out the man's next words. "It's over then?"

Steve paused, the hand that had been trailing down his boyfriend's chest pushed firmly against him as he pulled away.

"Over because you've let it go, right?" He mumbled. Eddie pulled back, his lips red and glossy.

"No, over because you let it go?" Steve huffed, sitting up and pulling his clothes back on. He tugged his jeans on in annoyance, storming out of the bedroom.

"You know what, I'm turning off the benefits now! No sex until you admit Green Day are better than... than Dio!" Steve yelled. He was irritated and extremely worked up but he was also incredibly stubborn. He heard a squawk of protest from behind him as he made his way outside.

"That wasn't even the rule!" Eddie called out, but Steve ignored him. He was not loosing this fight.

--

Listen, Metal music was fine, Steve endured listening to it with Eddie like he endured watching sports games with Steve. He was content in the knowledge that not loving every single one of each other's interest didn't mean they didn't love each other.

Punk was fine too, it still wasn't Steve's thing really, but it was okay and while Steve couldn't tell the difference, according to Gareth there was one. A huge one, if the way he'd been ranting about it for the past hour was anything to go by.

But between fighting with his boyfriend (because it was a genuine fight at this point), not having any sex for nearly two weeks, and being stuck listening to someone talk about something you have no interest in for hours, Steve couldn't take it anymore.

"I don't like punk music! I listen to Queen and Cyndi Lauper and sometimes Madonna and happy music that I can dance to without thinking about America's political landscape!" He blurted out. Gareth stopped his rambling about how Rob Harper was a better drummer than Pete Something, flashing Steve a confused expression.

"Then why were you pretending to?" He asked.

"I... I just didn't want you to just see me as 'Eddie's boyfriend'. I wanted to be your friend and Jeff told me you like punk music so I brought it up and..."

"Look, you are Eddie's boyfriend. Yeah, you're an okay dude, but I can acknowledge that without us having to do the whole friendship thing too, you know?" Gareth shrugged. Steve deflated.

"Right." He said, quickly making an excuse and leaving. Gareth shrugged off the weird feeling the guy's sad puppy dog eyed had given him, grabbing Steve's fries.

He felt kind of embarrassed that he'd been talking for ages with someone who didn't even care. He supposed it was nice of Steve to make the effort, Gareth wasn't aware he'd been trying so hard honestly. Jeff and Seth had warmed up to him pretty quickly but he thought that was just because they were just softies that were no immune to the 'Harrington Charm'.

"Steve?!" A loud yell startled him out of his thoughts.

Eddie stormed into the bar, wearing- holy shit, Gareth felt like he must have hit his head and started hallucinating. This day had taken such a weird turn, because there Eddie Munson stood before him decked out in a 'I heart Green Day' shirt. He also looked like it was taking every ounce of self control not to rip it off his body like it burned.

"Finally come around on the punk scene, Munson?" Gareth chortled. Eddie threw a fry at his face.

"Shut your trap, I need to find Steve before one of the gremlins sees me in this, they're too impressionable." He muttered, taking a seat as he looked around the bar.

"If this is a Steve thing you can stop anyway man, he admitted he doesn't really like them that much. It's kind of weird I mean, who lies about being into something to get someone to like them?"

"Dude, I spent the whole summer eating ice cream as a lactose intolerant person because Steve worked at Scoops Ahoy. He was just trying to find something for you to be friends about." Eddie shot him an unimpressed look, which Gareth thought was a bit high-and-mighty considering he just admitted to basically poisoning himself on a weekly basis for a guy he'd thought was straight at the time.

"Why exactly?"

"I don't know, Steve likes being close to people? He's basically besties with his ex girlfriend, man. Why are you so adamant he can't be yours?" Gareth considered this.

He remembered when Eddie had first told the band he was dating Steve Harrington. They'd all thought he was kidding, but there he was at their next rehearsal, cheering them on and spending his breaks holding Eddie's hand.

Gareth thought maybe it was a joke to Steve. Messing with the guy who likes men by making him think he has a shot with the former prom king. He thought it would end with Eddie in tears, and that had probably made him a bit more defensive than he needed to be. Maybe there was a small part of him, no matter how great Steve seemed, that still believed the guy was setting his best friend up for heartbreak.

"Look, I get that you might have reservations about him. But all I'm saying is- and I've got about a dozen preschoolers and multiple full grown adults that would back me up- Steve Harrington is a pretty great friend to have. So if he offers you friendship, you should take it." Eddie snatched a handful of fries as he got up, leaving Gareth alone at the bar.

--

Steve was half way out the door, wearing nothing but Eddie's Dio vest and grey sweatpants when he saw Eddie. He was standing in front of him, eyeing Steve like a starved man presented with a stake. Steve guessed he probably had a similar look, smiling at the Green Day shirt the man was wearing.

"Oh my god take your pants off." Eddie basically growled, slamming the front door to Steve's house shut as he stalked towards him. He pulled Steve into a ferocious kiss, hands quickly travelling down to his ass.

"Leave the shirt on." Steve gasped out. Eddie let out a muffled groan into his neck. They ran to the bedroom, loosing the vest and both of their pants on the way.

--

"Steve? You home, man?" Gareth heard a loud noise inside, followed by hopping, then Steve opened the door slightly. He was sweaty and shirtless, and his hair was a mess. He'd probably just been working out or whatever jocks did in their spare time.

"Listen, I'm sorry about what I said at the bar. You're a cool guy, I'd like for us to be friends, really. I even thought of something we could bond over; haircare. I've actually been meaning to ask you for some tips anyway." He admitted. Steve beamed, Gareth was almost scared the incredibly sweaty man was about to pull him into a hug. He didn't, he just kept smiling.

"That's real nice for you two, maybe next he'll ask you to prom!" Eddie's voice rang out from somewhere behind the door. Steve flushed a little and hushed him. Gareth was kind of confused as to why Eddie voice sounded so coarse and breathless, he didn't think Eddie had ever voluntarily exercised in his life.

"I would really like that, Gareth. I'll tell you everything you need to know, come by anytime. Except right now." He smiled again before slamming the door. Gareth heard more noises inside, wondering what the fuck they were up to until he heard a loud moan. Oh God, Gareth started running.

Still, he couldn't help but smile. It was always nice to make more friends.

[cherryblogss]

Oi tudo bem com você? Comigo tá tudo, mas ficaria muito melhor caso você me fizesse a caridade de um Blurb com o Fer, coisinha boba tipo ele comendo a loba contra a porta do quarto pra deixar ela bem tontinha depois deles brigarem pq a diva teve uma little crise de ciúmes 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

tudo bem sim🤪 só de pensar que o gostoso do fernando existe já tá tudo bem. um spoilerzinho: vai ter um onezinho do kuku com esse mesmo tema😈 i love when dumb man get angry

n revisado fãs

alexa, play fernando by abba:

Quando vocês entraram no carro, Fernando já estava com vontade de gritar contigo, após o pequeno escândalo que você fez quando atriz que faz o par romântico dele na nova peça, estava conversando até demais com ele.

Você fica no banco do passageiro com os braços cruzado e emburrada. Ok, que você foi longe demais quando disse para a mulher procurar um homem para ela já que queria ficar com o seu, mas de qualquer forma, não inválida o tanto que ela tem tentado seduzir o seu noivo.

No silêncio do carro, Fernando repensa tudo que levou a esse momento, porque geralmente quem ficava com ciúmes é ele. Você é mais nova que ele e é muito bonita, outros homens sempre ficam em cima de você quando ele se afasta por um minuto. E admitia que te ver assim, toda possessiva, dava um tesão insano nele, mas ainda estava com raiva por causa da vergonha que fez ele passar na frente dos outros amigos.

"Não podia esperar chegar em casa 'pra me falar algo?" Quebra o silêncio quando vocês chegam no apartamento que moravam juntos.

Você vira indignada para encarar ele com olhos furiosos.

"Até parece que você não estava gostando dela se esfregando em você." Diz debochada e tirando os saltos altos raivosa com tudo que ocorreu hoje.

"Ok, aí você já está exagerando."

"É inacreditável! Não percebe que aquela... mulher fica em cima de você o tempo todo." Fala elevando a voz só de lembrar a atitudes da piranha que fica se jogando em cima do seu noivo.

"Que porra! Chega disso! Eu nem percebo que ela fica em cima de mim, porque eu não ligo pra outras mulheres, sua ciumenta." Grita agarrando seus braços e te chacoalhando para ver se finalmente entra na sua cabeça de uma vez por todas.

"Não quero mais discutir esse assunto." Você diz empinando o nariz não querendo dar o braço a torcer e deixar o orgulho de lado.

Se desvencilha dos braços dele, indo para o quarto de vocês. Entretanto, Fernando tinha outros planos, no momento que você passa pela porta do quarto, ele te puxa e fecha a porta bruscamente te pressionando contra ela.

"Enlouqueceu de vez?" Pergunta com as mãos nos ombros largos para empurrá-lo.

"Se você não vai me escutar por bem, vai me escutar por mal." Fala enquanto enfia uma perna no meio das suas.

Fernando aceita seu silêncio como uma forma de consentimento, ele sabia que você era orgulhosa demais para perdoá-lo facilmente. Logo em seguida, prende suas mãos com uma grande dele e a outra desce para subir seu vestido até a cintura.

Ele passa dois dedos pela sua entradinha coberta pela calcinha de renda, quando escuta um gemido contido, empurra o tecido para o lado e toca a sua buceta melecada pela foda que tiveram antes de saírem para a festa.

"Fica por aí gritando que eu só dou atenção pras outras mulheres, mas só sai de casa se a buceta estiver cheia de porra, hm?" Fala enquanto tira o pau da calça, punhetando o comprimento até ficar totalmente duro.

"Sabe o que eu acho desse seu showzinho?" Ele diz pincelando a pica grossa no seu clitóris e enfiando o rosto no pescoço. "É tudo um choro por pica. Garotas comportadas não gritam com os outros, mas você não é assim, né?" Te provoca enfiando o membro na sua bucetinha apertada, te fazendo gemer com as palavras sujas e sensação dele te arrombando.

"Você é uma garota safada demais." Continua com a voz ofegante pelas contrações do seu buraquinho. "Mas quer saber um segredinho, princesa?"

Você assente desesperada, gemendo o nome dele quando as estocadas começam a ficar mais fortes e frenéticas. Ele aproxima a boca do seu ouvido, mordendo o lóbulo da sua orelha e em seguida murmura: "Eu amo putinhas safadas você sempre será a minha favorita."

O moreno solta suas mãos que vão diretamente para os biceps musculosos, apertando e arranhando a pele clara. Fernando agarra suas pernas, enrolando-as na cintura e soca o pau cada vez mais fundo na sua bucetinha.

Ambos estavam perto de gozar, desesperadamente abraçando um ao outro. Quando sua buceta pulsa, espremendo ele ainda mais, sentindo o orgasmo chegando, então murmurando vários pedidos de desculpas para o seu noivo.

"Você é a minha putinha ciumenta, né?" Pergunta grunhindo ao te beijar furiosamente. "Então goza no meu pau."

queria esse homem me sufocando de pica

[farter-imperator]

Too High

Rating: General

Word count: 1,917

Summary: When the ghouls point out that Copia smells really bad after a Ritual, he realises that something is wrong.

Key tags/warnings: Diabetic Copia, usage of medical instruments including needles, blood

It had been on his first tour as a Cardinal.

They were still getting used to life together on tour. Living in close quarters, having to learn to share, long days of travelling being capped off by high energy rituals. Getting used to being around ghouls and their instincts had been a BIG adjustment for Copia. He was slowly adjusting to all the growls and hisses and posturing.

They'd just finished their first New York show, and they were back on the road on the same night, heading for Ohio.

The ghouls had changed out of their uniforms and into loungewear. Copia had noticed that their clothes seemed to be communal, as Rain was wearing a hoodie clearly too big for him, and Cumulus was wearing a crop top that looked a bit too well-fitting to be hers.

Copia himself was dressed in a pair of jogging bottoms and an old ABBA t-shirt, the logo now faded on it. As he walked out of the master bedroom on the bus, he caught the sound of Swiss talking.

"Eugh… Something stinks of absolute shit."

Well, that was nice.

Copia quickly sniffed himself, and yes, he'd remembered to put on deodorant and his ghoul-approved cologne. He frowned.

Then, he walked through to the lounge, where all the ghouls were draped over the sofas. They looked up at the sight of him, and Swiss still had a look on his face that Copia was sure would stick if the wind changed direction.

"Eh…" He looked over his pack, then clapped his hands together, needing to give them a rousing speech after such a good performance. "Wonderful show tonight. Very good, I liked the… Guitar duel, with the- the New York song, very fitting." He nodded to Aether and Dew, who were sat shoulder to shoulder. Dew had his hoodie pulled up over his mouth and nose, like a mask. "And my beautiful lionesses!" He turned to the pair of ghoulettes, Cirrus in Cumulus' lap. "What dulcet tones you sang, what powerful chords you hit." He leaned forward to cup Cumulus' cheek, and she went to flinch away before stopping herself. She leaned into the touch, though her face was one of someone who had just sucked on a lemon.

Copia frowned.

"Alrighty. There is something going on here." He waggled his finger at the group. "What is it?"

"Don't know what you're talking about, Cardinal." Dew shrugged, pulling his hoodie strings so that the hood closed around his face.

"There is clearly something that is the matter. Is someone in heat? I believe it's the smell that's making you… All funny, si?" He put his hands on his hips, not unlike a stern mother, willing to wait out the group.

The ghouls went silent. They stared at him. He stared back, a disapproving eyebrow raised.

Eventually, Rain spoke up. His nose was buried in the crook of his forearm. "We… We think it might be you, Cardinal." He said softly, almost too quietly to hear. "Sorry."

"Me?" Copia's jaw dropped. He sniffed himself again. "Ghouls, I smell fine. I have had a shower, I have dried, I have put on more deodorant and the cologne that your pack picked out for me. The one that you specifically said made me smell nice. How can I smell bad?"

"I'm sorry… You do smell really bad." Mountain winced, his hand twitching to grab the Febreeze from the counter a few feet away.

"I do not!" Copia snapped defensively.

"You really do." Dew groaned, behind the cocoon of his hoodie. Even Aether had covered his own nose and mouth.

"Cirrus…" Copia pleaded, crouching to look her in the eyes. The one ghoul who didn't wear an expression like he'd just rolled in hot garbage. "I don't smell, do I?"

"Um…" She shifted in her seat, gave Cumulus an uncomfortable look. Cumulus shook her head, letting Cirrus deal with this one alone. Cirrus glared at her, her upper lip twitching in a warning snarl, just for a moment. "You… Uhm…" She licked her lips. "You don't smell amazing right now, Cardinal, to tell you the truth." She grimaced.

"Fuck!" Copia growled, standing back up to full height. "What is it, then? What has caused this- this sudden aversion to my smell?"

"Smell weird." Dew supplemented in an almost peurile tone.

"Thank you." He grumbled, the words dripping with sarcasm. "'Smell weird' how?"

"It's hard to explain." Aether huffed, a wince etched on his face from the scent alone. "We don't think it's your cologne. Uh… You usually have a pretty generic smell around you? Like ozone, almost?" He shrugged, dropped his hand to sniff the air, then quickly shook his head in aversion to the scent and clapped his hand back over his nose and mouth. "Sathanas. But now you just smell sweet. Really sweet. Sickly. It, uh. Isn't nice."

"Hot garbage comes to mind." Swiss muttered, and received a slap behind the ears by Rain for that.

"Hot garbage?!" Copia yelped, holding his hand over his chest, as if he was emotionally wounded. "What do I need to do? Do I need to shower, or- or-?"

"It's underneath." Mountain said. "Like this bad scent is woven into every fibre of you. I don't know how long it'll last, but- we really want your normal scent back."

"Hmm." Copia sat down on the edge of the sofa. Rain moved away from him. Thanks. "You say that I have quite a neutral scent usually?" He asked. The ghouls nodded.

"I think it smells like a fresh breeze." Mountain nodded. "It's nice. Nothing like how you smell right now. Sorry."

"And now I smell like…?"

"If a human kit ate their body weight in candy and then threw it all back up." Dew nodded. Now it was his turn to get a quick flick behind the ears by Aether. He hissed at the larger ghoul in response. "What? Just telling the truth."

"You don't have to be such a dick about it." Aether grumbled.

"I smell sweet..." Copia murmured. Then, his eyes widened. "Oh, shit." He breathed. He was up in a second, speedwalking through to the bedroom.

"Told you he'd forgotten deodorant." Swiss scoffed.

Copia was back a moment later, carrying a small black bag, cursing at himself in Italian. "Uomo idiota, come hai potuto dimenticare? Stupido, stupido…" He hissed under his breath, then sat down on the sofa again.

All the ghouls looked at him curiously, but their hands and hoodies and sleeves were still hiding their noses and mouths.

Copia unzipped the bag and dug through it, taking out a small black device, a yellow container, and a pen-looking thing. He placed a paper strip from the bag into the device, then put it to the side. The ghouls were intrigued now.

"What's that?" Cumulus finally chirped.

"Oh, it is, ehhh…" Copia trailed off, uncapping the pen and pressing it into the side of his fingertip. The pen clicked, and Copia withdrew it with a flourish. On the side of his finger was a perfect bead of blood. "It is…"

Rain chirruped, his pupils blowing wide at the sight of the blood just sitting there on Copia's finger, ripe for the taking. He licked his lips, then grumbled as Swiss held him back.

"Ehhh…" It turned out Copia wasn't a good multitasker. He was focused solely on wiping the droplet of blood onto the white card of the device, Cumulus' question going unanswered. He sucked on the tip of his finger as the device flashed, then beeped three times. "Ah, shit…" He whispered.

"What's wrong?" Aether asked. "What is it?"

"Blood sugars." Copia shifted the bag and all its paraphernalia off of his lap and onto the counter. He deposited the tip of the pen in the little yellow bin.

He popped his finger out of his mouth and checked to ensure it had stopped bleeding, then wiped it dry on his leg. "That will be why I smell so terrible to you ghouls." He stood and walked over to the kitchenette, rooting through the minifridge. He came back with a small glass vial with a silver cap.

"I don't get it." Dew said. Like Rain, he, too, was staring at the test strip, saturated in Copia's blood. He wanted to steal it.

"I'm diabetic." Copia gave a small shrug. "Though I don't tend to announce it to the world. Showing weakness is not good when I am climbing the ranks, you know?" He sat down again and started digging through the bag. He brought out a capped syringe and an alcohol pad and lifted his shirt, revealing his soft belly. He ripped open the packaging on the wipe, felt around his stomach for a second, then wiped over the perfect area. "But it is useful for you all to know, since I am in close quarters with you."

"I don't think I've ever seen a diabetic human before." Rain hummed, tipping his head to the side as Copia uncapped the syringe and drew up some of the liquid from the vial into it.

"Seen a few siblings." Dew answered non-committally. He was too busy focusing on what the cardinal was doing. "With needles and blood and stuff. They fucking stink too, now that I think about it."

"Mm, yes, thank you. I was a bit high." Copia nodded to the glucose monitor sat beside him, then tapped the syringe until all of the bubbles escaped it. Then, he turned to the side, hiding himself from the ghouls as he pinched the fat of his belly with one hand and injected himself with the other. He let out a soft hiss, then slowly withdrew the needle. "Done. I should start smelling better soon, I hope."

"That's it?" Cumulus asked, peering around Cirrus as Copia deposited the needle in the container and started to clean up. "How often do you have to do that?"

"Oh, ehhh… Depends. I had a big dinner tonight, but I clearly didn't burn it all off while performing. I'll try harder next time." He chuckled, patting his belly. "I check my blood, eh, five, six times a day? It depends how I am feeling, si?"

"And the injection, do you do that every time?" Cirrus tipped her head to the side like an intrigued puppy. "Can we help?"

"Oh! Ah… I only inject when my sugar is too high. You can probably smell it on my breath, too. Not that I would like to smell my breath, if I were you." Copia tutted, zipping the bag up. "Help? Well, I am pretty well versed in checking my bloods and injecting myself nowadays, but, eh… If you could warn me. When I start smelling bad again. I would appreciate it, si?"

"We can do that." Swiss nodded. He'd stopped covering his nose. "You're already smelling a little better."

"Don't let me get that bad before you make me aware. Though I am offended that you say I smell like 'hot garbage', if you warn me early, I can check and make sure the smell goes away al momento. It will be better for all of us. I won't smell like shit to you, and I won't end up in a hyper."

"We'll prewarn you, Cardinal." Dew nodded, rather seriously for his usually bouncy and stompy ghoul. "Now that you don't smell as bad, you can come cuddle us, if you wanna."

"Ghoul." Copia smiled fondly. "I would enjoy nothing more."

[silverior968]

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[qalbofnight]

Main school college aur social media pe aksar ladkey ladkiyon ko 'syed' kuniyat ka istemal badey shauq se karte dekhti thi jiske baad mujhe ehsas hua ki hmare naam mein is kuniyat ka istemal nahin hota halaki hmara dotarfa talauq

' Syed' gharane se hi hai ek din mainey apne baba se pucha ki hum iska istemal apne naam ke bad kyun nahi krte, aur logo ko badh chadh kar Zahir kyun nahin krte ki hm bhi Syed hai, Mere baba ne nam ankhon ke sath samjhaya ki bachpan mein jab main bazar se guzarta to log mujhko salam krte aur main sar jhuka ke unka jawab de kar sharafat se nikal Jaya krta tha aur amooman us jagah shaitani karne se bachta ki yaha mere abba ko log jaantey hain aur izzat krte hain , kabhi koi khel mein gend dusre ke ghar gir jaye to Main unko apne baap ki izzat aur Aoudey ki wajah se naam nahin batata ki log kya sochenge phir bhala main kaisey fakhar aur dikhawa kar loon ki mein aal e rasool hoon jabki mujhse zyada parhezgar unkey tamam bandey hain ,

Main apne amaal duniya mein dikhawe ke liye nahin akhirat ke liye bana raha hoon ki jab wahan hisab ke liye Mera nam pukara jaye to farishtey fakhr se bol uthein ye Rasool Allah ﷺ ka nawasa hai.

[agronzky]

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐏𝐒. ♡

⠀⠀⠀ Olá, tag. Como estão? Passeando pela tag me deparei com esse post lá do @talkingbears e achei muito bacana essa ideia de trazer algumas ideias para comunidades de rp. Como eu tenho o problema crônico de criar diversas tramas e nunca fazer nada com elas — por diversos fatores, um deles estar sentindo que logo logo vou virar uma aposentada desse mundinho —, resolvi me inspirar no post e fazer uma masterlist com inúmeras ideias de enredos que vocês podem utilizar.

⠀⠀⠀ Deixo claro desde já que muitas das minhas ideias são um pouco diferentes do que eu vejo que é popular na tag, por isso não se limitem com o que eu escrevo. Vocês podem adaptar os enredos, se inspirar da maneira que preferirem, usá-los em rps abertos, em nxn ou até mesmo em tramas de 1x1. No caso de rps abertos e nxn gostaria de pedir que, caso usem alguma das ideias, me avisem. Não por questões de créditos nem nada — não me importo com isso, de verdade —, mas porque vou gostar de acompanhar de longe o desenvolvimento daquela história e, a depender do meu psicológico e disponibilidade, posso até mesmo tentar jogar.

⠀⠀⠀ Nessa masterlist, vou tentar dividir as ideias dentro de categorias para que seja mais fácil para vocês consigam ir direto para as que gostam mais. Além disso, sempre que tiver novas ideias vou adicioná-las aqui porque meu intuito é, realmente, poder ver alguma delas tomando forma e ajudar futuras moderações a trazerem propostas interessantes para a tag. Vamos nos valer dessa criatividade de alguma forma, não?

⠀⠀⠀ Espero que gostem e, sem mais delongas, vamos para a masterlist.

Slice of life.

Mamma Mia!: Primeiramente, ABBA. Mas vamos lá, a ideia consistiria no enredo de passar no Hotel Bella Donna, na ilha grega Kalokairi, após alguns anos de sua abertura feita por Sophie Sheridan. O local se tornou um grande ponto turístico, chamando atenção de turistas do mundo inteiro por suas praias e locais paradisíacos além dos encantos oferecidos pelo hotel. A ideia seria ter vagas tanto para funcionários do hotel, moradores da ilha e turistas. Mas, de tudo, o ponto alto seria usar as músicas do ABBA como motor principal da trama, sendo usadas para criar skeletons ou — o que eu particularmente acho mais interessante! — criar tasks e eventos baseados nessas músicas para movimentar a trama. Um detalhe bacana do filme que também pode ser incorporado no enredo é que citam a Fonte de Afrodite, um local onde dizem que quem bebe da água encontra o amor verdadeiro. 

Hollywood anos 50 + Murder Mystery: Quem me conhece sabe que nos últimos anos tenho desenvolvido um amor profundo pelos filmes dos anos 50 e, por isso, recentemente estava pensando em um rp nessa ambientação. A história contaria com um estúdio cinematográfico novo, comandado por um galã dos anos 40 que decidiu mudar a forma de fazer cinema, e nesse estúdio eles tinham uma regra central: focar na descoberta de novas estrelas. Com um foco na diversidade e na novidade, esse estúdio seria a nova sensação de Hollywood, atraindo os olhares, porém nada é simples no mundo do glamour. Ao mesmo tempo, um dos galãs de outro estúdio é encontrado morto e uma atriz, considerada a princesa de Hollywood, desiste da carreira e some do olhar público. Tudo isso estaria conectado? Estaria o clube mais exclusivo das estrelas por trás? Ou o novo estúdio? ( Nota: Essa trama pode ser adaptada a qualquer era do cinema, até os tempos modernos. Talvez seria possível uma adaptação para a Broadway também. )

Espionagem: Crianças são tiradas de orfanatos ao redor do mundo e nunca mais são vistas pois são levadas para uma agência de inteligência e espionagem que age além do alcance dos países ou da ONU entre outras entidades. Essas crianças são forjadas desde pequenas a se tornarem maquinas de matar, mestres da manipulação e experts em coleta de dados e informações sigilosas. Todo o mundo escuta histórias e mitos sobre eles, porém ninguém sabe dizer se eles são reais ou não. Porém, ao se envolverem contra um grupo criminal grandioso, os espiões encontrassem em uma sinuca de bico. Lutam a favor de uma agência que nunca os viu como mais do que armas, se aliam ao outro lado em busca de vingança ou ficam neutros? Existe realmente um lado correto ou menos perigoso?

Fantasioso.

Lendas arthurianas renascem: Uma das características mais marcantes das lendas arthurianas era a promessa de que o Rei Arthur um dia voltaria quando o mundo precisasse dele. Sendo assim, o enredo giraria em torno de pessoas comuns do mundo moderno vivendo suas vidas tranquilamente quando, sem muita explicação, se sentiriam atraídas pelo País de Gales, fosse pela história, cultura ou qualquer motivo simples. Ao finalmente irem para o país, de forma definitiva ou não, começariam a passar por situações estranhas. Passando por lugares, teriam visões que se passavam ali, mas das quais eles nunca viveram. Ou acham isso. No fim das contas, essas pessoas seriam reencarnações dos grandes personagens das lendas arthurianas, desde Arthur, Lancelot, Guinevere até Morgana. O mundo está prestes a entrar novamente em um momento de perigo, com magia proibida e poderosa ressurgindo, sendo necessário que não só Arthur voltasse como todos aqueles que dividiram a história com ele para que pudessem salvar o mundo. ( Notas: Acredito que esse enredo funcionaria melhor com skeletons definidos; particularmente eu me basearia na série BBC Merlin para esse enredo por ter uma visão única das lendas. )

Ragnarok: Nada mais do que o fim do mundo dos nórdicos. Como todos nós somos apaixonados por tramas olimpianas — um beijo Tio Rick e assistam Percy Jackson na Disney+ quando sair! — e que envolvam mitologia, porque não trazermos uma mitologia que fuja um pouco do eixo greco-romano? O Ragnarök começa com uma série de catástrofes naturais, que culminam no longo inverno, durando por três anos. A guerra se travaria entre deuses e gigantes nascidos do caos primordial. Nesse enredo, é possível abordar a visão dos deuses do começo do fim de sua existência assim como semideuses ou mortais que são colocados no meio de um tabuleiro caótico. Também é possível fazer no mundo moderno, na época dos vikings ou até se basear levemente nos enredos da Marvel.

Barbie!: Não necessariamente Barbieland como é mostrado no filme, mas algo parecido com isso. Um mundo onde diversos personagens existem numa realidade paralela com a nossa, onde tudo é perfeito e tranquilo. As histórias correm tranquilamente e sempre que um novo personagem é criado, ele se mescla perfeitamente com aquela sociedade. Porém, um belo dia, algo naquela harmonia é quebrada e os personagens começam a perder o rumo de suas essências e trajetórias. O que poderia ser? Como eles poderiam reorganizar isso? Quem estaria por trás daquilo?

Game of Thrones AU: Como eu já deixei bem claro, amo medieval e principalmente o universo de Uma Canção de Gelo e Fogo. Por isso, vivo pensando em tramas que envolvam toda essa lore que o Georginho criou e a que compartilho agora com vocês é a seguinte: uma trama onde a Rebelião do Robert terminou de uma forma totalmente diferente. Rhaegar prevaleceu e matou Robert na batalha do Tridente, as forças rebeldes caíram após isso e o poder da família Targaryen mais uma vez foi assegurado. Baratheon, Starks e Tullys foram obrigados a pagarem perante a coroa, Tyrells e Lannisters foram elevados como grande aliados da Casa dos Dragões. Viserys e Daenerys nunca precisaram fugir. A trama se passaria anos depois com Rhaegar no trono, com dinâmicas diferentes entre personagens canônicos e novos enquanto a ameaça que vem do Norte anda a espreita, querendo trazer o Inverno Eterno. Quem será o Príncipe que Foi Prometido? Será que Westeros se fragmentaria antes mesmo da chegada do Inverno?

Ficção Científica.

Realidade Virtual / Sword Art Online: Os jovens estão acostumados a terem acesso à jogos de realidade aumentada, onde podem criar seus avatares da maneira que preferirem. Mas um novo jogo está chamando atenção pois seu criador e CEO prometeu trazer um novo sistema que iria revolucionar o mundo dos jogos mais uma vez. O que acontece é que no dia do lançamento os jogadores descobrem que só poderão deslogar quando zerarem o game e detalhe: eles não sabem se ao morrer no jogo eles morrem na vida real ou não. O que eu pensei para essa trama quando pensei nela na época que assistia Sword Art Online era que as temporadas poderiam ter temas diversos, ou até mesmo os níveis. Uma das coisas que havia pensado eram os próprios jogadores votarem ou sugerirem temas para essas temporadas/níveis.

Matrix: Por conta de estar vendo muito conteúdos sobre inteligência artificial e sobre simulacro além de ser apaixonada pela trilogia de Matrix, a ideia seria centrada em muitas pessoas — que seriam os personagens — tendo sonhos estranhos e presenciando situações bizarras, sendo levadas a se encontrarem em algum ponto e entenderem que algo absurdo estava acontecendo. Na trama, então, poderia ser os humanos despertando da simulação contra a máquina tentando torná-lo parte integrante do sistema novamente ou apagá-los. A partir disso, é possível criar uma lore bem interessante envolvendo como a simulacra começou a existir, como funciona e como acabar com ela.

Horror.

Mansão Assombrada?: Baseada em uma trama que joguei algum tempo atrás. Uma mansão de uma família muito importante e influente sofre com um incêndio anos antes e ninguém sabe explicar o que aconteceu. Quando a trama começa, a mansão foi reformada e vai ser palco do casamento mais aguardado da alta sociedade e muitos são convidados para passarem um tempo hospedados ali como parte das comemorações. O que ninguém esperava era que inúmeras situações no mínimo intrigantes começam a acontecer, o que leva ao questionamento: alguém pode estar querendo fazer algo contra as pessoas ali ou existem forças além da razão humana presentes? Quando joguei, havia uma divisão entre personagens onde alguns eram bem céticos e outros tinham essa proximidade com o sobrenatural, o que deixou a trama bem dinâmica por conta dessa diferença entre os convidados. Também era ambientada na era vitoriana, porém essa história se encaixa em qualquer contexto, região e período.

[zagreuses-toast]

My moist playlist! This man has energy and pizazz and a whole lot of stress. This is probably the Discworld playlist I listen to most cuz it's got lots of fun songs in it. Good for walking at a quick tempo to. Reasoning for the songs under the cut

Moist has massive massive ADHD (and keeps getting handed random drugs because everyone can tell he should be medicated but no one knows what with):

A Song for Joshua Hayward by Jessica Law

Senses Working Overtime by XTC

Hyperactive! by Thomas Dolby

Endicott by Kid Creole and the Coconuts (in the way that moist can't comprehend or function in a "normal" life very well)

Don't Stop Me Now by Queen

Limelight cover by Ninja Sex Party

Seven by Sleeping At Last

Applause by Lady Gaga

Moist and Adora vibes:

Sweet Tooth by Scott Helman

One Week by Barenaked Ladies

Mexican Wine by Fountains of Wayne

The Villain I Appear to Be by Conner Spiotto and Molly Pease

Death of a Bachelor by Panic! At The Disco

Voulez-Vous by ABBA

Once In A Life Time by Talking Heads

Take a Chance On Me by ABBA

Short skirt/Long Jacket by CAKE (massive adora vibes, truly)

C'mon by Fun.

Problems by Mother Mother

The Masochism Tango by Tom Lerher

Moist is also incredibly stressed and freaked out all the time:

I'm Scared by bill Wurtz

The Show Must Go On by Queen

Old Pine Box by TMBG

Money!!! :)))) and the fact that Moist doesn't really understand it even tho he's so good at getting it:

Stress by Jim's Big Ego

Why am I anxious? By Tom Cardy

Money by Bill Wurtz

Redesign your Logo by Lemon Demon

Selling Out by Tom Lerher

Money Money Money by ABBA

Money by Pink Floyd

How Bad Can I be from The Lorax (not gonna apologize for this)

Crime and cons!!! :)))) and it's consequences:

Black Friday by Steely Dan

Facade from Jekyll and Hyde

I Fought the Law by The Clash

Fox on the Run by Sweet

A Crow's Trial by Vane Lily

Sinnerman by Nina Simone

Smile! No One Cares How You Feel by The Gothic Archies

Moist avoids identity issues by not staying in any one identity long enough to become attached :

The Next Day by David Bowie

All Time What by TMBG

The Bidding by Tally hall

A Mask Of My Own Face by Lemon Demon

Grace Kelly by Mika

The Great Pretender by Freddie Mercury

Liar by the Arcadian Wilds

[transit-fag]

22 Logos shall enter the ring over and begin the Amtrak Logos Bracket, this weekend

[green-ocean]

[ID: The cover of "Waterloo (50th Anniversary Edition)" by ABBA. There is a cream background with a solid blue vinyl in the middle. Inside the vinyl, there's a big silver "50" with "Waterloo Anniversary" written from the border of the zero and out in the vinyl. Around the vinyl, there is a green wreath with white branches tied by a grey ribbon. The ABBA logo is in the down right corner. End ID]

[bigmilk-13]

Hellooo 👋👋👋

I am once again here to show another attempt of drawing your oc Florian. This time I used Ibis Paint X ( not the premium one). I hope you like it 😅.

I'm not really doing anything that has a deadline so I am doing random things at the moment. Well🤷🏽‍♀️ I suddenly had like a burst of energy to draw a character and well here it is.

(I'm really sorry. Florian looks like Wednesday 😭)

Ummm I also did this (If I remember correctly the song you have chosen on the post that I saw for Florian was Lay All Your Love on Me by ABBA)

If it's alright with you, I would like to draw your other oc too once I have the energy to suddenly draw again. The one with the blond hair named Florence Meadows (I'm really sorry if I got the name wrong. I have written this ask a couple of times already and I don't want to start over again😭).

...

are you bloody kidding me that's INSANEEEEEE. It does kinda look like Wednesday but dude, the hair is perfect- it's legit THE Freddie Mercury style and it's wavy, black with purple highlights. I had more of a black into purple fade at the ends in mind but this is also really cool.

ALSO THE EYES?

THE EYES ARE LEGIT LIKE I WANTED THEM TO BE?

you are so perceptive to detail and I thank you for that because his eyes are really important since he has the same eyes as his mother.

also btw it's Florence Meadowes, an -es on the end, since Florence/Florian MeadOWS is me lmao

ALSO YES LAY ALL YOUR LOVE ON ME IS HIS SONGS BECAUSE HE'S A BADASS FLIRT

AND YES PLEASE DRAW FLORENCE MEADOWES IF YOU CAN BECAUSE SHE IS MY MAIN OCCCC

btw you can see how she looks like in her PFP in @cs-operation-basilisk

purple hair, with a blonde fringe, black glasses and green eyes BUT SHE USUALLY WEARS A MASK.

She has a black suit that looks like snake scales and retractable talons, also has fangs. It has a little green V logo on it on her breast pocket and on both of her fingerless gloves. This is some additional information for you, just in case.

[lexa-ocean]

For my TMNT iteration, TMNT: Reptile Rampage!

I did character playlists!! (As in, 'these are their top 5 favorite songs' kind of deal)

Also hello, official logo!!! Had fun w that one

All of these were made with color palettes taken from @color-palettes !!! Those are:

Out There in the Universe for Leo!

Baked in a Pie for Raph!

Ghost Type for Donnie!

And Palatki Brick for Mikey!

Links for the songs under the cut!

Leo's Playlist:

Wos - Arrancarmelo

I'm scared of taking the leap and finding void I desesperately hope this i'm feeling isn't mine Why does it suddenly feel so cold? It seems that learning to do right by oneself is truly a challenge

Shigotoshite-P - Tsugai Kogarashi

As the birthplace was burnt, the wind left there Led by the leaf's hand, the wind ran off Even there was no time to feel fears For the unknown future

Mother Mother - Little Pistol

I think i might be scared Of the world and the way It makes you feel afraid And how it gets in the way

Yorushika - Hana ni Bōrei

To let me never forget To make the colors never fade As things that go down in history Don't always mean everything

Cuarteto de Nos - No Llora

I don't know if these words Will fly with the wind But I have heard The wind talk

Raph's Playlist:

Tan Bionica - Arruinarse

I'm a bit anxious And the day ends I'm just looking for The slightest bit of your adrenaline

Lil Nas X ft. Jack Harlow - Industry Baby

I told you long ago on the road I got what they waiting for I don't run from nothing, dog Get your soldiers, tell them I ain't laying low

Calle 13 - El Aguante

For what was, and for what could've been For what we have, and for what we might lack For what might come, and for this instant Raise your glass, and drink for endurance

Ado - Usseewa

But I'm not having enough fun Something is missing These problems better be somebody's fault I'm just confused errday

El Cuarteto de Nos - Invierno del 92

It's gonna be a long wait Until spring comes And even though I'm shivering from the cold I am still getting heated up

Donnie's Playlist:

Fall Out Boy - What A Catch, Donnie

I got troubled thoughts And the self esteem to match What a catch What a catch...

NoteBlock ft. JayMoji - Nostalgia

Note: This song doesnt have lyrics. Have an extract from the video's description instead:

Composed and arranged around the idea of our favorite videogames and EDM artists of our early youth, this original track, Nostalgia, was born!

WONDERFUL★OPPORTUNITY - Remote Control

That mocking face as always (It's easy for you, right?) I'm pretty serious today, okay? So let's settle this quickly

Eve - Oki Ni Mesu Mama

There's no meaning to being humble and respectful So bye-bye to my embarrasing dreams From now on, forever, let's get along Let's get along

El Cuarteto de Nos - Anónimo

I care very little about aesthetics Or reasons or dialectics Today, I'm the face without cosmetics Of this pathetic reality

Mikey's Playlist:

ABBA - Dancing Queen

Looking on for another Anyone will do You're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance...

Mitchie M - Viva Happy

If you love yourself as the way you are Everything would be "que sera sera" I present this song for you Who are alone at the moment

Fito Páez - Mariposa Tecknicolor

Everything did happen in the end But time just didn't wait for them The melancholy of dying in this world And of living without a stupid reason

Shakira - Waka Waka

Listen to your god, this is our motto Your time to shine, don't wait in line, y vamos por todo People are raising their expectations Go on and feed them, this is your moment, no hesitation

El Cuarteto de Nos - Algo Mejor Que Hacer

And in their wrong reasoning They say I have no cure But I don't wanna be healed from anything

[born-to-lose]

Mel!! Tell me everything about last night!!!!

So Nasty Ratz played first, I already saw them last year and there were so few people in the audience again 💔💔 my Czech boys deserve better. They played some songs from their upcoming album of which I recorded some and I would post the clips but I don't know if I'm allowed to leak them before they're released, might have to check back. Lots of eye contact with the guitarist and singer, guitarist gave me the set list, after their set I got the beer the singer had promised me the day prior via text. THEY SOLD CONDOMS WITH THE BAND LOGO AT THEIR MERCH TABLE 😭😭 with the literal reasoning "if some of you get lucky tonight but don't want to get lucky in 9 months, we sell condoms"

Second band was Superhorror but I already told the whole story here

Third was Bai Bang from Sweden and the singer basically only spoke German and told some stories from his childhood with his German mom who told him not to speak English when he goes to Germany and about his strict grandma who told him to shut up when he was singing at home but now he sings all the time (which he used to introduce their song I Love What You Hate). He made up a wild story about him being good friends with Anni-Frid from ABBA and some other stuff, but I'm pretty sure it was just for fun and he seemed to be a bit drunk already when they came on. He was cool and had funny vibes! Kept making faces at me and putting on the "x-ray specs" (just his sunglasses) and going "hoooh I can see through you all" in reference to their song of the same name. Sad that most people were either outside or way in the back of the bar, but great music and fun stories! He was also talking about a guy who used to he a long haired hard rocker and had his own spot in their tour bus but now he's a famous house DJ and he wrote their song My Favorite Enemy for him, but again I'm not sure how much truth is in there or who he's even talking about

Fourth was Speed Stroke (also Italians) and they were really good like last time I saw them and I got to sing a bit in the mic and one of their hot guitarists kept looking at me and spat out beer into the audience and I got some on my face and shirt. I didn't get the set list because another girl snatched it first 🙄 At the end of the set, the whole band was kicking and fighting each other and it was so fucking funny but I didn't catch it on video

Last one was Sister!! Second time seeing them and they were fucking great again, lowkey better vibes than at the bigger venue last year and hhhhh I loved it and also was one of the loudest to yell along to Bullshit & Backstabbing specifically lol. They played their first gig outside of Sweden at this bar back in 2006 so they're always looking forward to playing here but the singer said they don't know when they'll be back in Germany 💔💔 so we were supposed to go off to the closing song Scream for Pleasure like it's the last time they ever play a show and now I have a sore throat

As for merch, I got both of Superhorror's CDs, a Nasty Ratz keychain (because I already bought their CDs and shirt last time), three Sister CDs, a Sister patch (for free somehow?) and a Sister shirt that I forgot to take a photo of before I put it in the laundry but it's the same print as the cover of the album above the patch. I wanted to get the two Speed Stroke CDs I didn't get last year and a shirt and a Bai Bang CD but every time I checked the stand there was nobody there 😔

[genievivs]

𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑽𝑬 penned by 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 .

🩰 princesa genevieve, também conhecido por seu apelido genie, tem vinte e quatro anos e atualmente é professora de balé na academia "dancing queen" e treinadora de patinação artística. ellie bamber.

+ aventureira, atenciosa, paciente e responsável.

- indecisa, ansiosa, teimosa, influenciável.

🩰 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 .

genevieve é a irmã mais velha e como a grande maioria das irmãs mais velhas, sempre sentiu uma necessidade enorme de ser a mais responsável e um exemplo para que as outras seguissem, sempre se considerando responsável por tudo e por todas ao seu redor. foi ela a primeira bailarina, a primeira a tocar violino, colecionar livros e leituras, patinar, cozinhar, tomar gosto pela limpeza e pelos animais. com o tempo, seus gostos foram afunilando e ela percebeu que tinha um grande dom para dançar e para esportes e que talvez devesse investir naquilo para sua vida. sendo uma princesa, ela sempre soube que seu dever maior era se casar com um bom homem e honrar a família, mas teve consigo a certeza de que iria procurar um marido que aceitasse seus desejos e que respeitasse a bailarina e patinadora que também é.

ao chegar em tão tão distante, ela se viu ainda mais ansiosa com suas responsabilidades como irmã mais velha, considerando que precisava fazer de tudo para proteger as irmãs mais novas dos problemas que haviam surgido agora que elas estavam tão longe de casa. com ajuda de novos conhecidos e mostrando para quem quisesse ver que estava disposta a trabalhar e mostrar seus talentos em troca de dinheiro e contatos, ela logo conseguiu um emprego para se estabilizar. não menos preocupada em livrar as irmãs daquela situação, agora ela tenta aproveitar seus dois empregos para criar novas conexões e possivelmente achar a fada da dança.

🩰 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 .

genevieve é bissexual.

seu mbti é isfp.

ela dá aula na academia de dança dancing queen, tendo inspirações na banda composta por duas princesas e dois bruxos de tão tão distante, ABBA. a turma que ela dá aula é do nível chiquitita A1 e chiquitita A2, sendo os dois primeiros níveis de balé da academia. genevieve não se vê dando aula para crianças mais velhas, adolescentes e muito menos adultos.

ela também dá aulas de patinação artística, tendo preferência por alunas mulheres e pretende futuramente criar um ice show que atraia o máximo de pessoas de tão tão distante possível.

ela é leal aos mocinhos.

🩰 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 .

soon.