#and oh my god this is such a pain in the ass i cannot move images and it bugs me so much(

[prawns-potion-brews]

🤲 I deploy ; a sketch dump of Turnips. That third image may or may not be backstory relevant!

[aajjks]

Irreplaceable. (m)

synopsis. He was irreplaceable. You should’ve known that.

warnings. YÄNDÊRÊ CÖNTĚNT, mêntïöns öf kïdnäppïng, ëxtrëmë pösëssïvěnẽss, tǒxïc!göjö, nöncön kïss, prǒfanïty.

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Gojo Saturo, cannot stand you moving on from him.

It makes him want to kill everyone that’s around him, it makes his head fucking explode, he didn’t want to break up

He didn’t want to be away from you, he didn’t want to lose you, but yet he did. He lost you. It was really his fault.

But how could you?

How could you even try to replace him?

Are you that stupid? He understood what a break meant, he was willing to give you a break, he was willing to work on himself. He was willing to do everything, but yet you had to ruin it all.

This was your doing

This wasn’t his fault. You made him do this.

You knew what kind of a man he was, Saturo was a jealous man, extremely possessive and territorial. Did you want to test his patience or were you just trying to make him suffer?

It did work though.

But he wasn’t the only one that suffered the consequences.

It was your current boyfriend too.

What a weak little man, he didn’t even come close to Gojo, your ex didn’t know that you had such bad taste in men. Looking at him almost made. Saturo laugh his ass off.

What a downgrade.

It was really easy though, Saturo didn’t even had to try hard to get rid of him, permanently.

And now he was gone.

And now Gojo is sitting here, hawking at you like a creep, well, you sleep peacefully in his bed, yeah, he kidnapped you.

He was an impulsive man. That was one of his many toxic traits.

He did whatever the fuck he wanted.

And also,

You look so pretty and peaceful like this just like the old times, he could look at you forever. Oh, how much he loves you.

Gojo leans in closer to your face and stares at your face, you look so cute. He wants to kiss you. His gaze travels to your lips and he sighs, his mouth is literally foaming.

He missed you way too much.

Gojo is so impatient, but he’s trying his best to not lose his control, he presses his lips, gently to yours and steals a peck.

“My princess…” he mumbles to himself, just then you start moving, maybe the spell is wearing off, thank God because you’ve been unconscious for a full day.

He was almost starting to get concerned

“hey Baby.” he smiles brightly as he watches you open your eyes, moving your body, so cutely- he finds everything you do, cute.

“W-What the fuck?” that’s the first thing you say, Gojo doesn’t stop smiling, his lips curl up even more, “yes you’re here in my home- no our home baby.” he quickly corrects himself.

“SATURO- WHAT THE FUCK?!” he watches you wince in pain, maybe the spell was too strong, he should’ve been more careful, but he was impatient.

“Shh.. you’re OK you’re safe..” this time he doesn’t even resist the urge to touch your skin, he caresses your forehead with his hands, your forehead is burning.

You have a fever, his smile dies down quick.

“you are burning YN…” should’ve been more careful, you are only a fragile human. Gojo feels guilt bubble up in his chest.

He doesn’t care about the clear panic in your face, you try to slap his hand away, but he doesn’t budge. “baby don’t try to do this right now..” he whispers.

“we’ll talk about this later. We have a lot to talk about anyways.”

“are you fucking insane? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?” he holds you down when you try to get up. Saturo rolls his eyes at your struggle.

He’s clearly getting pissed off.

“shut up YN. Yes I’m fucking insane because you tried to replace me. I’m going fucking insane. And that boyfriend of yours is dead… probably.”

Gojo doesn’t even get up from the seat, he glares at you, burning holes into your skin with his gaze.

“I’m fucking fuming. How could you, I was willing to give you space and that’s what you did to me? Immediately tried to replace me with that fucking loser?” he scoffs, and chuckles.

You open your mouth to argue, but he shuts you up, by holding his finger up on your lips, “like I said, shut the fuck up. You know what something I hate and love about you?”

Gojo clicks his tongue, looking at you with this cold blue eyes.

“I love and hate your fucking smart little mouth.”

Gojo caresses your cheek, his finger is feel so so hot on your skin, so soft under his touch.

“Too bad that I missed this pretty little mouth is so much..”

“I missed you way too much to argue like this. And just so you know, I do not regret kidnapping you. And I do not regret doing what I did to your boyfriend.”

You immediately start crying, crying for him to let you go, but he doesn’t listen.

“Stop fucking crying like a baby, now lay down and let me take care of you, come on be a good girl.” he scolds you.

He knows he’s so selfish and cold.

But he doesn’t give a fuck.

“you should’ve known that I was irreplaceable yn, I might’ve given you more time, but you had to do this, now you fucking pissed me off. Too bad that I love you so much though to punish you.”

[lair-of-asmodeus]

Imagining...

Imagining General!Lilia in his glory days...

Him fucking you so slow that your body spasms in every move of his hips. Making you have multiple orgasms before he truly starts to fuck you.

Your armors are literally torn to the side, your bare skins exposed to the outside. You can feel the breeze on your body.

Though, it doesn’t matter. You two are sweaty as heck.

It’s tantalizing how he manages to hit your core and make your body twitch, how he knows all the spots in your body that will arouse you more, how he feels inside your pretty hole.

He bites your neck as he pushes his hips inside you again. You feel like cumming, once more, and your insides end up painting him with your juices.

He pinches your nipples as he slowly pulls his hips, muttering something you cannot understand. His cock twitches inside you.

He licks the shell of your ear, causing you to tighten around him.

“Lilia...” You speak up, earning a small groan coming from the fae general.

“Quiet down, you utter fool...” He mutters angrily, “Someone will hear us.”

And he smacks your ass, then squeezes it right after.

You cover your mouth again, but your groans can be heard. You internally thank the Gods above that you two are in a different part of the forest, otherwise someone would hear you. But even so, he orders you to be quiet in case someone happens to pass by and witness you two indulge in sin like this.

He lets go of one of your nipples and that hand goes to caress your genitalia.

“Cum for me, you little slut...” He rasps out and smacks your ass, “...with such watchful eyes that are on me, this is the fitting punishment for the likes of you..!”

And your body spasms once again, cumming once more. He stops moving and he watched your aroused form tremble with a toothy grin.

“Like that...” He smirks, “What a wonderful slut you are, doing as I say. Oh, if only my soldiers were just as obedient as you right now~”

You look back at him,

“...General... Lilia...” You whisper, “...please... just fuck me already..~”

He raises an eyebrow, “My~ How demanding you are, asking for something like this from your general~”

You bite your lips and look at him seductively, trying to tempt him. He just laughs and says,

“...Kufufu~ You have endured the punishment long enough, I might as well reward you for being so patient~♡”

...And starts to RAM HIS FUCKING COCK INTO YOUR HELPLESS HOLE!

You nearly lose your composure and give in, but you cover your mouth at the last second.

“Liliaaaa..!!” You gasp as he smacks your ass once again, “...Oh... Oh gosh..!”

“It is General Lilia for you, (Name)..!” He smacks your ass once again as he leans down and bites your neck.

His cock feels hard inside you. You can feel it twitching while hitting the good spots.

He pulls you by the hair and makes you look at him.

“You are so fucking cute... But are you worthy of receiving my seed~?”

You nod almost immediately and eagerly. He bites your neck hard enough to draw blood and holds still while thrusting inside. You feel the pain, but it makes you feel more aroused than before.

“LILIA..!!” You scream his name as you reach your peak again, but it doesn’t stop him. His cock just twitches more and more until he hits your core once more, hard, and you feel something warm pouring inside.

“ARGH..!!! NNGH!!”

Your mouth opens to scream, but it comes out like a quiet whimper. His seed keeps pouring inside you while your walls suck him in.

You momentarily collapse as you two pant and you feel the general pull out. As you two lay on the grass, you look at him. He looks back at you with a mischevious glint in his eyes.

“Who said I am done with you~?”

And with that, he lays you on your back and spreads your legs which causes his seed inside you to spill a bit to the ground.

And with that, he fucks you again...

(inserting to be continued meme)

[wileys-russo]

bad dog ficlet

bad dog

"i cannot believe you said yes without conferring with me first." "and why do i need to confer with you?" "well i live here too, it affects me!" "you won't do a single thing for him anyway, so really it'll be my responsibility and therefore was my decision to make." "oh that is not fair, do i not get a say in any of this?" "considering its a favour for your family and i've already said yes, no you do not alessia."

your girlfriend groaned, making sure it was long and loud to let you know she was not impressed as you rolled your eyes, unamused by her theatrics. "are you done acting like a child?" you raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over your chest.

"a child she says!" "i'll take that as a no then." "come back here this conversation is not over!" "yes it is, he'll be here by the time you get home." "if i come home!"

"stay at tooneys for the week then." you shrugged casually, alessias mouth forming a small o of shock, your reaction not the one she expected from her light threat.

"i'll have elio to protect me from intruders anyway, no guard dog girlfriend needed love." you smiled, well aware you were getting under her skin as she sat up, grumbling under her breath as she tugged on her trainers and grabbed her gym bag.

"both of us will see you this afternoon." you hung by the front door twirling her keys on your finger, holding them away as she reached for them. you cleared your throat expectantly and raised an eyebrow, your girlfriend rolling her eyes.

"i love you." she grumbled leaning in to give you a kiss, one arm wrapping around your side. her hand on the small of your back she flushed your bodies closer together, plucking her keys from your grasp and pecking your lips a few more times before she was gone.

~

"oh my god. baby! he's fucking done it again!" alessia shouted angrily, the dopey labrador scurrying out of the room at her raised voice. "don't yell like that you'll scare him." you warned her, alessia scoffing.

"scare him? look what he did!" she held up a pair of her boots which were ripped to shreds. "i told you to stop leaving them laying about. now looks what happened!" you only rolled your eyes, voice lacking an inch of sympathy.

"how is this my fault? he is so badly behaved and you never tell him off!" "lessi, baby he's just a puppy. he's learning!" "yeah? well he better learn not to chew up my shit or he learns how cold it is to sleep in the backyard." "don't you dare. i'll put you out there with him!"

"go and take him for a walk! maybe if he's tired he'll be less of a fucking pain in my ass." alessia huffed, sitting down on the bed and holding her boots in her hand with a groan. she'd not long gotten the new cleats and now she'd not get another single wear out of them.

"are you coming?" you returned a few minutes later, elio of course sitting right by your feet, always ever so obedient for you. "no. he hates me, i hate him, leave it at that." alessia huffed, rolling onto her side where she was laying down on the bed.

"honestly baby you're being ridiculous, he's just a dog! come on, it'll be a good bonding opportunity for the two of you." you cooed, the bed dipping as you sat down. "ah! get down you idiot." alessia kicked out at the dog who followed your lead.

"alessia! don't kick him." you huffed, smacking her in the leg making her whine. "get up, shoes on, you're coming." you ordered sternly, firm glare shutting down her complaining before it could even start.

~

"hi baby." you smiled softly as your girlfriend returned from a photo shoot for the seasons kit, moving aside your textbook out of your lap as she belly flopped onto you making you laugh.

"how was it?" you ran your hands fondly through her hair, gently untangling a few sporadic knots. "good, missed you." she mumbled, shuffling slowly up your body. and once her lips met your neck you knew exactly what she wanted.

your eyes fluttered closed the kisses soft and tender, sweet nothings whispered in your ear. her hands teasingly ran up and down your sides before they gripped your hips tighter, pushing your body deeper into the mattress as hers settled itself comfortably on top of you.

your breath hitched as suddenly she nipped at your pulse point, your body reacting to every little touch she gave you, switching between her teeth and tongue devouring at the soft sensitive skin, your mumbles of encouragement only spurring her on further.

but it was her who heard the whines and scratches before you did, noises which were not coming from you as your attention wavered momentarily.

"no, ignore him, focus on me baby." alessia purred, moving her mouth back to connect with yours, her hands cupped your face and deepening the kiss. your head swam as her tongue swirled against the roof of your mouth, hips bucking involuntarily up against her.

until the barking started.

"baby i just need to make sure he's okay." your hands gently pushed at her chest, breaking the kiss with a quiet smack as her lips pulled off of yours. "are you seriously choosing a smelly dog over making out with me?" alessia asked in disbelief.

"he doesn't smell! i washed him yesterday." you laughed, ignoring the main focus of her point as you pecked her lips and sat up, the blonde rolling off of you with a defeated groan as of course your attention again shifted to elio.

~

"tesoro i already said he is not allowed on the lounge! get down." alessia groaned, having showered once you all returned from your walk, though of course it was alone as you needed to feed elio and watch him while he ate so he didn't choke.

yet another strike in alessia's book against the dopey chocolate menace who was ruining her life. four days had never felt so agonizingly long and with each hour her annoyance only seemed to grow, feeling incredibly neglected by you whose attention and time seemed to be only invested in elio.

"elio off!" alessia yelled, much more sternly this time as the canine only stuck his tongue out, not moving a muscle. "see i told you babe, he doesn't listen." alessia dragged her hands down her face in frustration. "its because he knows you don't like him. you have to ask nicely!" you gestured for her to try again.

"what dog book did you read that in? they're supposed to know whose the boss and that it isn't them!" alessia rolled her eyes in disbelief. "elio. off and onto your bed please." you asked softly, alessia withholding the urge to scream as of course he did what you asked.

"see baby? mutual respect." you grinned, opening your arms expectantly as your girlfriend sighed deeply and dropped down into them, her head on your stomach and arms tucked around your torso.

elio finally napping alessia was able to do the same, and you smiled seeing her so relaxed as you played with her hair, glancing between elio and your girlfriend with a content sigh.

alessia awoke to something wet on her cheek, a smile curling onto her lips assuming the tongue belonged to you. though the rancid smell that followed had her eyes shooting open, meeting orbs which did not belong to you.

"urgh get off!" alessia grunted shoving away the dog and furiously wiping at her mouth, just seeing your back facing toward her in the kitchen. "right, you and I need to have a little chat." alessia growled, grabbing the dogs collar and pulling him back over.

"see her? that is my girlfriend. mine! not yours." alessia warned quietly. "you will start to listen to me, and behave, and let me spend time with my girlfriend or you will sleep outside in the rain!" alessia leaned in closer to the canine.

"understood?" alessia warned, letting go of elio and smiling as he shot right back to his bed and sat down. "here baby." the blonde perked up as you handed her a bowl of pasta, kissing your cheek gratefully.

"no, stay." the striker warned as elio stood to join the two of you, ears perking up at the smell of your dinner. "see! he listened." you smiled happily as the labrador dropped right back down into his bed as alessia settled in beside you.

"yeah baby you were right, we just needed some mutual respect."

[feukt-42]

Elden ring + Shadow of the Erdtree lore thoughts

Alright, so, first off, obviously, spoilers ahead.

I've been thoroughly enjoying and getting my ass kicked by SotE and what ive seen of the lore so i wanted to ramble about it.

I specifically wanted to talk about how Elden Ring explores power and godhood.

In the base game, godhood isnt seen as inherently bad. Marika's golden order is fucked up six ways to sunday, but the blame mainly rests on Marika's shoulders it seems. She's a genocidal homewrecking war-mongerer who threw two of her children in the sewers bc of racism, she's not a good god, but it doesnt portray the problem as her being a god, just her being a mess. The game provides several "solutions" to unfuck everything :

Ranni's ending has you completely throw the system in the trash. She says, fuck it, godhood's the problem, im out of here. She is kinda right, but the lands remain fractured and the power vacuum left behind is going to be immense. We're on the right track but could be better.

The frenzied flame ending is just pure concentrated nihilism so i think we can move past it for this one.

The bunch of other endings are fairly similar : you beat Marika/Radagon's ass and you impose yourself as Elden Lord to keep her in check and fix the issues you see as most important. This doesnt fix anything long-term, the god in power is still the exact same fucking mess but with a chaperone now i guess.

None of these endings are very satisfying, they all leave you with a sense of "it could be worse i guess" (except the frenzied flame one but you get the point). This is where Miquella comes in :

Everything we hear about Miquella sounds great. He's kind, compassionate, against racism, doesnt like violence, etc etc. Cherry on top, he's even one of the characters with a direct shot at godhood, brilliant ! Why cant we just put him in charge, he'll do much better than the absolute wreck we have right now.

And thats where the base game leaves us, Marika is a fucked up mess of a person, and the obvious solution is to put the much better Miquella in her place.

Shadow of the erdtree, on the other hands, aims to set the record straight. The problem wasnt just Marika, the problem is inherent to godhood in and of itself.

In SotE, we see the land of shadow, the realm where Marika came from and ascended to godhood, and the realm where Miquella intends to do the same. And the more we hear about who Marika was before in snippets of lore, and the more we watch Miquella tread the road to godhood, we realise something :

There is no such thing as a good god

It doesnt matter how kind and compassionate you were, what your morals were, who you loved, who you loathed, none of it matters because you cannot grasp the power to become a god without sacrificing who you were before.

In the dlc we see Miquella shed more and more of himself, his flesh, his arms, his eye, his heart, his doubts, his fears and even his love. Miquella has shorn so much of who he was that he formed an entire new person (St Trina) from it. Some of him remains, he still wishes for a kinder world, but he cant sacrifice anymore of himself for it. Now he has to start sacrificing others.

Miquella was always blessed with the ability to charm others, and he sees it as the least painful path to make others do as he wishes. And so he charms his sister, he charms Mohg, he charms Radahn, his followers, Leda, Moore, Thiollier, Freyja, the hornsent, Ansbach, and everyone he can convince to give themselves up for his dream of a kinder world, regardless of the pain they might cause or feel by being enthralled by him.

And oh boy do they feel pain. Mohg is used and discarded like a ragdoll, and his followers and dynasty slowly crumble to nothing as the last pureblood knight watches helplessly, himself entranced by the one responsible after he failed to kill him. Radahn's soul is shoved in a corpse so that he can play consort to a god that is his antithesis, depriving him of his glory and honour as lord of the battlefield. Malenia is left alone to rot after Miquella has no use or help for her, and she endlessly waits for her brother to return. Every one of Miquella's followers has to grapple with those feelings of betrayal, manipulation, and lost memories returning all at once. It is by no means painless.

And so we end up with a god that is not much better than Marika was. On his path to godhood, Miquella has caused as much pain to those along the way as his mother once did, in this very same land that still feels the scars of Marika's ascension.

The only way to gain power is to take it from everyone else, and that cannot be achieved without pain.

[sanjisboyfie]

-> started more like a crackfic headcanon, but then it got rlly serious at the end??? mb igggg

gojo's definitely the type to slap your ass in public. not even in a nasty way, genuinely (or more like 50% of the time it's not in a sexual way). he just likes slapping your ass??? you've tried asking him why he does it so often, but he just grins and shrugs his shoulders in response. it's always a flirty response, like, "i can't appreciate my beautiful boy's ass?" or, "y'know i can't keep my hands off of you, handsome,"

he's such a fucking annoying boyfriend. like genuinely. could you imagine having a 6'4, lanky man latched to you - literally trying to melt into your skin? no, because you don't have to imagine it, it's your everyday life. you wake up? his arms and legs are tangled with yours that you have no choice but to wake him up. you're cooking? he's hovering behind you with his back hunched and head resting on your neck as he is still working on completely waking up. you need to go to catch your train for your job? oh...but can't you just spend the day in with him? he'll do whatever you want >:) just skip work and stay with him!

he's so needy and clingy. it's actually insane how much a grown man can WHINE. oh my god, you think about doing anything without him - ANYTHING - and he's already complaining overdramatically that you don't love him. he goes from 0-to-100 really quick, meaning you guys could be cuddling and he's nearly knocked out, you gently move him off of you to get up to PEE, and he's suddenly reciting all of the heartbreaking lines shakespeare wrote, claiming, "you!! you heartless man, have driven a stake right through my heart and i shall never recover from such a pain you've brought onto me!!!" as if you're not going to be back in like thirty seconds ??? max.

he's the strongest sorcerer, but if you're around, he's nothing but a man in love with his boyfriend (and hopefully more. he fantasizes a lot of what a married life with you would look like...).

he actually could care less about other people when you're there - you have to verbally remind him of his duties as a jujutsu sorcerer or else he will very easily ignore them in exchange of spending time with you.

another thing that comes with dating this man is that he will do everything, above and beyond, in his power to keep you out of harm's way. let's say you weren't a jujutsu sorcerer, he'll let you in his lifestyle in full confidence nothing will harm you. he's already talked to the higher ups, if they try pulling some bullshit out of their ass in putting you in danger, he's gonna actually slaughter all of them. it was a meeting he had with them when you two just made it official and, comically enough, he was snapped out of his gruesome, detailed rant on what he would do to them by a call from you ringing through his phone.

you have him completely wrapped around your finger and he's not one to shy away from showing that. he thinks public acts of devotion are the best ways to show his loyalty and love for you to other people. it's so hilarious how he will literally fall to his knees begging on a random street, just for you to look at him. just because you're looking at what a vendor's stall is selling doesn't mean you have to look away from him???? hello ??? please be more considerate of his feelings, his heart cannot take this much.

and despite how carefree he always seems with you in public, if you are still in a public area, his senses are actually hightened to their peak. there's absolutely no way he's taking a chance with you getting harmed if he's there, he'll ensure you're safety above anything else. he protects you with his life and will happily exchange his life for your own - if it ever came down to that.

and he's proclaimed that to you several times which has earned him worried scoldings everytime he said anything along the lines of, "i'll risk my life to protect you," but he always pushes your scoldings aside. because then he comforts you saying that: he's the strongest for a reason and he will use all of his strength in protecting the future the two of you will have together. he can't live without you, so obviously you're staying safe. and he'd actually rather step on a thousand legos than imagine you living your life without him. selfishly, he wants to be the center of your universe, like you are for him (alright, eren jaeger headass...)

neither of you have to worry about that though! he is still the strongest ever, there's nothing that could pull him away from you (there was one time his students genuinely tried doing this and it was impossible. physically trying to pull gojo off of your body was impossible). and he wants to spend every waking moment with you. so not only are you being protected 25/8, but you're being affectionately doted on, loved, and cared for for each of those passing seconds.

[darthbecky726]

DAREDEVIL BORN AGAIN SPOILERS

this is gonna be all my thoughts as im watching so im putting the spoilers below the cut

this is gonna be episode one and ill make a seperate post for ep 2

im so scared for foggy right now, this opening is being so happy right in my face the way matt was telling foggy about a restaurant that closed makes me think matt didnt get snapped but the others did or i heard something about them leaving the kitchen

is that kirsten foggy's talking to?? god i hope so it is!! thank you subtitles OUR FOGGY ok the three of them are sooooo cute

THE WAY THE ASPECT RATIO CHANGED WHEN MATT STARTED LISTENING IN OH MY GOD FOGGYS ABOUT TO DIE

BULLSEYEEEEEEEE

Oh my this cgi is terrible

aaaaand theres the trap FOGGGGGYYYYYYYY NOOOOOOOOO

ok i had to take a pause in typing this up bc holyyyyy shitttttttt

TIME SKIP I FUCKING KNEW IT

AAAAAAAAAaaaaannnnndddd heres fisk oooohhhh i love vanessa

i support womens wrongs SPECIFICALLY when its her and here comes wilson to tap his fingers together and make weird comments to vanessa

ok that shot of him with the halo in the table reflection,,, i see yall the cgi might be shit on the matt swinging around by his billy clubs but the cinematography is still here from the og

also i wanna talk about the theme song bc its different in a way that makes it distracting almost but i dont hate it. like nothing is gonna top the original theme but damn its pretty good

i cant believe we have to watch matt lose his shit in court in the opposite direction

WE GOT A BLIND JOKE i just wish it wasnt like this

matt is soooooo dramatic i love him. literally as he should be, foggy was the love of his life/ his best friend/ the love of his life

literally LOCK HIM UPPPPP sorry dex ily but you KILLED FOGGY HOW COULD YOU

oooh ok karen moved to san fran thats interesting this is such mcu dialogue but its not terrible i like it

"let the system handle it" while the theme music fades in is hilarious

i love that he cooks in the dark literally of course he does why would he ever need the lights on

ok not fisk ruining all of matts inner peace as per fucking usual

also i love matts new apartment matty your food is burning

the politics in this are sooooooooo current and this guy whos ass kissing right now is a type of guy ive met and they actually believe this horseshit and its sad

murdock & mcduffie's logo is the daredevil mask

this cinematography is interesting also i like the nod to matt speaking spanish OOOOOHHHH KIRSTEN SET MATT UP WITH A THEREPIST i love her so muchhhh

him and his scruff i love him so much awwwwwwww theyre cute i like them together im a little upset matt and kirsten arent a thing but i think she was holding a candle for foggy

so this cherry guy is the new brett?? i miss mahoney, he better make an appearance.

ooohhhh the civil war debate on a vigilante level??

OOOOHHHH the organ music i love it

i cant believe fisk is bringing up foggy omg messsssss

the way matt carries around the braille funeral bulletin everywhere he goes matt when youre on a date youre supposed to pay attention to the date not the tv in a building behind you. also watching them kiss right after getting quasi broken up with is a bit painful but whatever

this is very current events coded omg

matt cannot resist the cries of his fellows, the city needs him and he has the ability to help. the fact that hes been able to hold out for a whole year is wild but it truly did take foggy's literal death to accomplish so whats that say about matts mental state

the "born again" aspect for both matt and fisk is very interesting, theyre both very insistent that theyre "not that man anymore" but the control on their lives is slipping away from them both in interesting ways. im very excited to see where they take this for both of their characters

[thoughtsofatransboy]

omg how about an angsty story where you and leon get into a heated argument and both say some really hurtful things and leon accidentally hits the reader but he apologizes (some fluff) and then makeup sex

this literally cannot leave my mind and i love ur fics literally

Oh it looks like a cool plot! And thank you very much anon! Mwah mwah <3 here's your request:

Warnings: Gn!reader, Re2!Leon (cuz i think younger Leon would be a little immature), argument, nsfw stuff, fluff apologizing, reader has trauma with face slaps, makeup sex

You and Leon started to date some months ago, he's your soulmate, the only one that can make you feel like you're just a teenager in love again, but it doesn't mean he can't be an asshole sometimes. He's been bitching around all day, complaining and very stressed because of his job. You tried to be as comprehensive as you could, you knew about his cop stuff and his trauma, so you tried to not give attention to his bad mood, but it crossed your limits. "You're the worst partner ever, you never help me with absolutely nothing" this phrase made your blood boil, how dare him say something like that? After all your loving and patience with him?

"Leon you're the bitchy here... why don't you shut the fuck up just a little, huh?" Leon's gaze got a little harder than it was before, he was looking like a stupid toddler earlier, but now he looks real irritated.

"Who do you think you are!? You're lucky i didn't kicked your ass out of my life yet!" The way he said it, could have literally shattered your heart in thousands of pieces, but the rage made you blind for the pain of his sharp words.

"You could NEVER live without me! Aww... look at this boy... He's afraid of working with another people... aww! Why? BECAUSE HE THINKS THEY GONNA D-" Before you could finish your sentence, Leon hit your face with a hard slap, making you drop your knees, not necessarily because of it's strength, but because of your shock.

"D-don't! Please! Please!" Tears roll down by your face without you even noticing, that's when Leon understood what he did. You triggered his trauma and he triggered yours. Sure, what you did was stupid, but he was the one who started it, and he shouldn't have replied your violence with violence.

"Darling..! Oh my God! I-I'm SO sorry..." He tried to get closer to you but you blocked his touches. "Don't fucking touch me!" You said, almost having a breakdown and crying out years of pain, right there on the floor.

Kennedy understood he crossed the line, he really did. So he decided to leave you alone, afraid he would make you more upset by staying. After some minutes, about ten minutes, he came back to the room you were. It agonized him, to see you, his strong darling, so vulnerable. He slowly got closer and closer to you, waiting for you to nod for permission before he touched you. As quick as you nodded, he wrapped you in his arms, rubbing your cheek with his hand. "I'm sorry darling, so sorry... I shouldn't have be so childish, can you forgive me baby?" You nodded.

"Can you forgive me too?" He kissed the cheek he slapped. "Of course darling" he helped you to stand up. "What about we watch a cartoon together and cuddle a little?" You accepted, you both deserved a good time together after this event.

Now you guys had finally forgiven each other, the argument faded away on your minds... it had already some hours and you're both laid down on your little couch, sweetly cuddling and watching you guys's favorite cartoon.

But something didn't felt right, Leon was moving so much, like he was uncomfortable. "Sweetie? Are you okay?" Leon seemed a little nervous about your question. "S-sure sweetie! Now keep watching the cartoon, yes?" Then you finally noticed what it was. Leon was hard, you moved your leg a little, so you could feel his bulge, earning a little groan from him. "Darling!..." You wasted no time in touching it.

"Kennedy, Kennedy... always aching for me, ain't ya?" No answer. "Ain't ya?" You rubbed it this time. "Oh! Hell yeah darling!" You smiled wide. "Good boy"

Leon took the opportunity that you're with your back against his chest, to go over you, pinning you under him. "Naughty one, huh? Really enjoys to tease" Leon begun his attachment to your neck, kissing and sucking all of it.

"Mmmm... Leon! Don't stop!" Leon smiled against your neck, continuing his work, now moving his hand inside your pants to start to tease your genitalia. "Sweet babe... all aroused f'me? Jus' for me?"

You moaned helpless "Yeah! All for you!" You didn't minded saying anything else. "Are you goin' to let me take care of you?" You only nodded, making Leon smile. "Thanks babe..." In a quick move, Leon unbuttoned his pants, helping ypu to unbutton yours too.

He stroked his cock and lined it up with your hole, kissing you while inserting his cock slowly and delicate. He wouldn't handle hurting you again. His thrusts were slow and rhythmic, your moans echoing in the room. "Oh babe... will you forgive me for being so pathetic with you?" You nodded, making him smile. "Thanks sweetheart" he implanted kisses all over your face and your bruised cheek. He was kissing your mouth passionately, interrupting it to let out a long and sensual moan. "Darling, I think i'm close!" He kept his thrusts a little longer, not much before cumming inside you, with you cumming some seconds later, your hole clenching deliciously around him, before creaming his cock.

Leon was catching his breath back. "Oh baby... you did so good for me." He stroked your hair, wrapping you around him once again. "I'm sorry for everything that happened earlier... II'm never doing this again. Can you give me another chance?" You kissed his cheek hardly "Sure Leon, I love you too much to don't forgive you... sorry for being such an asshole with you too." You both smiled to each other, letting the moment speak for itself and falling in each other's arms.

"I love you too much baby." Leon said, hugging you as you were the most precious jewel on Earth. "Love you too Lee..." You kissed his face one last time, before letting yourself slowly melt into a delicious sleep.

[sillygoofyqueer]

Part two of what I'm tentatively labelling the Ferryman AU :P (if this sounds disorganised it's because I'm feeling like if I don't write this down something Bad will happen)

Okay so we left off with something or other I'm not going to pretend to remember basically now I need to tell you important things. Okay so, there's one day when the veil between life and death is at its thinnest and it's the only day that Wei Wuxian can cross through into the mortal realm - unlike other gods, who can cross through at any time. Why? Uh. Because Wei Wuxian has an evil boss called Bai Wuxiang who he's certain is fucking that weird emperor god Jun Wu (oh honey, it's so much more simple than that). Okay, that's not the only reason - the real reason is because it's the one day where the dead spirits can interact with the live world, and Wei Wuxian acts as their guardian, but he mainly lets them do what they want because he will Know if they do something that endangers either other spirits or living beings. I completely forgot to mention but obviously this day of the dead is Wei Wuxian's birthday because of course I'm going to angst that up, who do you take me for. There's so much I want to splurge about but first let's talk about the cool ass backstory/reasoning I've got for why Wei Wuxian became this Ferryman deity type guy. So so so, Baoshan Sanren was the Ferryman, untethering souls and guiding them in groups to the afterlife, all of that jazz. She heard all kinds of final wishes and regrets and promises and words, and she tried to fulfil them when she had the chance (she was less overworked than Wei Wuxian for Reasons). When she stumbles across a couple of cultivators dying in one another's arms, she hears the strongest regrets and wishes ever - not for the cultivators themselves but for the son they had apparently left in a nearby village. Those are the wishes that stay with her, and the first ones she moves to fulfil when she gets a tiny bit of free time. She finds a tiny little boy in Yiling, so scared and alone and her cold immortal heart aches because she may be used to scooping children's souls up out of their bodies but that doesn't mean she ever gets used to seeing a child in pain. She hates how this little infant looks, and finds herself going back to Yiling whenever she has time. She just wants to help this little A-Ying find someone safe and loving to look after him. The Ferryman cannot interact with the living, though. Well...apart from one day of the year. Every time that day rolls around, she's there to give A-Ying some food and love, wishing that she could do more for him - Bai Wuxiang is an asshole and hates the living, he hates it when the gods mingle with mortals, let alone helps them, so this is all she can do. Every year. Every day that A-Ying gets a little older. Food and support. He begins to look for her before she can go looking for him, beaming up at her as though he isn't hurt or scared or alone, as though he's not being beaten by assholes or attacked by dogs. Baoshan Sanren understands the meaning of helplessness in a way she never has before. Meanwhile, bitch fuck Jun Wu is like "damn my Ferryman is becoming far too attached to this-" and then he sees Wei Wuxian and is like Fuck because when someone has a chance at ascending, there's this sort of aura around them that is detectable by absolute fuck faces - I mean by the Heavenly Emperor. Jun Wu doesn't want this little riffraff freak to ascend because there's something Off about him (it's because little A-Ying has always been on the edge of the border of life and death and it shows with how resentful energy clings to him). So Jun Wu decides to kill two birds with one stone by getting rid of his Ferryman's worldly attachment and avoiding someone he dislikes getting into Heaven. Baoshan Sanren finds A-Ying's body. She also finds his soul sitting next to it, curled up in a little ball and crying, and yet still smiling and asking her why she's come early this year.

[hotwritergf]

On time is late / Gator Tillman / One-Shot / Smut

CW- spanking, punishment, blow job, public humiliation, slapping, daddy kink, smut, verbal abuse, humiliation, degradation.

“Nine fuckin’ o’ clock. That’s when we were supposed to get to the event princess. Look at that clock. Ten thirty. I had to call my fuckin’ dad and cancel. We cannot show up late, it looks sloppy and unprofessional. I just wanted one fuckin’ night y’know? Show off my gal’ have a couple drinks and blow off some steam. It's been a long fuckin’ week, I did not need this.” Gator spits, grabbing his vape and inhaling, exhaling the cloud of cotton candy scent into your face.

“I don’t have the patience for you. Look at you, sitting there all sickly sweet like butter wouldn’t melt. It's no use now. You’ve already pissed me off. Acting innocent isn’t gonna help your case now. Get yourself bent over the hood now. Don’t you make that face at me, you liked when I had you bent over it earlier, liked it too much that you made us late. Move it, now.” He rants, harshly grabbing your wrist, making your bracelet dig into your skin. Dragging you over to the bonnet, pushing you down face-first as if you were nothing. You wince as you hit the metal and he simply grabs your hands and holds them behind your back, holding them in one of his.

“Now. When I let go of you, I’m going to spank you. That’s what naughty girls get. And you? You are not going to say a fuckin’ word.” He drops your wrists. Lifting your dress and exposing your bare ass to the wind. Your panties were confiscated by him during your last time over the hood. You hold your breath, awaiting impact. His hits hurt; they always do. But the initial sting wears off and becomes pleasurable. “One.” He strikes you, open palm with his right hand. The burning of the first spank hitting you like a truck as he strikes you several more times. You moan ass the painful ecstasy consumes you, trying your hardest not to moan his name as his rubs his erection across your flushed skin.

“Oh baby. I can feel that. Your pussy leaking already? Just from me hitting you, you’re drooling on my cock here? God you’re disgusting.” He lets you up for only a moment, as quick as you can stand tall, he takes a fistful of your hair and yanks. Pulling violently, until he can see tears forming in the corners of your eyes. He raises his fist once more, leaving red handprints over your face. He always said you looked prettiest when you’d been roughed up a little.

“Daddy, please!” You beg, immediately regretting having spoken.

“I thought I fucking explained it to you, did the stupid little slut not understand her daddy’s instructions?” He chuckles, spitting in your face. “Your fuckin’ daddy. You truly are pathetic, aren’t you? Worthless little girl calling me daddy. Did your daddy not hug you enough? Or did he touch you so good like this daddy?”

Gator pushes you down to your knees, smirking at you. Taking his cock and slapping your face with it, flinching as it slaps your cheek. “Now, suck.”

[lotrlocked]

Confessions from a Hater (who is willing to be wrong)

Ok listen. I was feeling so mid about about this whole show. I’m 33 and have been a fan of Anne Rice since I was 14. Because of how damn dramatic the text is, you can expect the people who love it to match that freak. What I mean to say is that many of us are super haters of anything that deviates from the word of our Problematic Queen, Anne Rice in a particularly passionate way that only us elitist hipster goths can be.

Yes we know we are this way, deep down, we know. Anyway. I went into this show with a lemon shoved my ass about how it wasn’t going to live up to my expectations, no matter how much I publicly claimed I was ‘going into watching it with an open mind’; as I did not want to seem too overly concerned about the show.

I watched it, blank faced, giving half hearted replies about it but generally trying to forget the shows existence after the end of the first season. I considered not watching the second season at all but I thought, eh what the hell? I’ll admit I was bored in the first few episodes but then episode seven happened.

The spirit of Anne Rice was there in that episode ya’ll.

Oh my god though. This was art. People, This was one of the most beautifully gothic things I’ve ever seen. The depth of character and acting from everyone on that stage was incredible.

While of course Claudia’s death scene was different, the agency they gave her there and the love story they built with Madeline was incredible in this show. She had Louis bottomless of love and Lestat’s indomandable passion. I could not look away from the screen. I believed I was watching vampires putting on a trial play.

“My coven is Claudia” oh my GOD. That’s all she ever wanted, to be put first. To be loved first.

All season Santiago has stood out. The second he appeared, I could not take my eyes off of him. His hate that others are doing things he cannot allow himself to do. I want his backstory. The was he said “We’re monsters”. chills.

Louis. Oh messy, too human, Louis. I wasn’t sure about him in particular this whole time. I need to rewatch and give Jacob Anderson an actual fair viewing. He’s so elegant even in the depths of his pain. This is a vampire who feels too much.

And then my love….Lestat has always been one of my very favorite character, ever. No could ever be him I thought. Then, Sam Reid. Sam Reid is Lestat. He looked through the screen and snatched my soul in the only the way book Lestat ever could. I truly believe that’s how Anne would have wanted him to be. The way he moves, the arrogance, the beauty. This is the vampire who will wake Akasha, the mother of all vampires. God, the way he moved through the audience. ‘Where lies their disgust now?’ His voice. He’s amazing. That’s an Emmy worthy performance.

“You can’t script a hurricane” holy shit

I’m glad there is one more episode but I almost wish the ended it there for the hook of that tension and horror and made us wait.

I felt the fear, the love, the horror. My god they felt like actual vampires so much more and real than us mere mortals.

I will rewatch all of this.

[moregraceful]

under a cut bc i am recreationally saying things, however if anyone has experience with nesterly pls dm me (do not send an ask)

i am glad the no sleep medication trial has been going well for the first couple of days after that first disastrous night but my god after going to bed at 9:30pm last night i have been up for So Long that i no longer know what to do with myself. or rather i do know what to do with myself, i just don't want to do it. hope this continues and work does not give me the insane late night shifts (they will.)(everybody cross fingers they give me a schedule next week, i cannot plan my life at the moment while they drag out giving me a schedule.)(i feel like they're either gonna give me 6 hours a week or 25 no in-between.)(also i'm BORED and i wanna learn COOL STUFF.)

went to target today to get a little gift for the neighbor kids who gave me valentines day candy in my hour of need (dying in real life after the eagles parade) and found this:

having the kind of relationship where this would be joyfully well-received must be awesome. someday lmao

went to the pizza place after talking about it for three days straight and hot pizza guy was not there but hot pizza cooks were AND they recognized me oh it is a gift to be known in a small part of the world

pondering housing at the grad school of my most-likely choice and it would be so much easier if i was willing to move out of philly but i am: not. it's hard!! i wanna respect the commitment the school is making to me and make full use of my time there but i ALSO am laying down roots in philly and i don't want to throw that all away after only a year!! so digging around this city looking for places i might be willing to spend a couple nights a week in for not very much money. i've been looking at short term in-home rentals like nesterly or [redacted local airbnb-type site if airbnb weren't for flipping houses and instead went to grad and medical students]. and there's also the whole dog care thing of like. Is He Going To Be Alive in august bc it's like...either get him certified as an emotional support animal (he isn't) and bring him with me vs dog care weekly vs no dog care at all bc dead changes things immensely...idk.

also went digging around for internships for [redacted field] and the one i am most 👀 about does not even have an application page, i think you have to email the director directly...this is not a problem for a year and it is also one of the most competitive internships of its kind in the region but i'm so. man i would learn so much. also getting into one of these schools made my ego huge lmao bc i'm like yeah i could totally get that if i got into [redacted university]...king r u sure 🧐

my dog has this new thing of if i don't sit on the floor with him he decides to be very annoying. this is why he isn't a support animal, he completely owns my shit. he realized i'll let him get away with anything bc he's circling the drain a lil bit and now he's like oh if i'm annoying enough i get can goose to sit on the floor. he's an emotional pain in the ass. when i think about my life without him for too long i get very upset... message to all keats, please survive

[isalisewrites]

hello god of world building, lore, and plot execution. you are one of my favorite authors, i adore your writing so much and admire and respect all the effort i can tell gets put into each word. i have a tomarry fic ive been toying with for months now and i feel like i have a lot of the pieces, or at least enough of them to not get too caught up in the rest right now, but im having a hard time sitting down and using any of it. im finding it extremely difficult to not be a perfectionist in my planning when it comes to writing, so im constantly overthinking all of my world building and lore that i want to incorporate and how i want to insert any of it into the plot to the point that i cant let myself move on to actually fleshing out my plot beyond the bare bones, let alone actually writing a damn bit of it. when i do try and write anything anyways i get so stuck on trying to make everything perfect and publishable on the first go that it's killing both my motivation and my enthusiasm for the story itself. i was SO excited for this fic, but i almost feel like ive ruined it for myself by picking it apart so thoroughly and still not being satisfied enough with anything. how do i get out of my own head to actually make progress and enjoy it? i feel like ive tried every hack and trick and tip in existence but i just cant pull my head out of my ass with this one no matter how or what i try.

Oh my god, I'm not a god at world building. At least, I have never felt that way. I've always struggled with that in my own original novels. However, I do believe Terrible, But Great has been training me for a day when I can do it for my own original novel/series.

But I am honored by your praise and respect.

I am so glad you asked this question. I'll let you in on a little writing secret, all right? I'm gonna use some cryptic language on a couple things to avoid spoilers for other readers.

I didn't know Scarcrux existed until I wrote chapter 20.

I didn't know "god 1, the one connected with a phoenix" existed until I wrote chapter 18.

I didn't know "god 2, the golden one" existed until I wrote chapter 24.

I didn't know Marcus was trans until the beginning of Arc Two.

I didn't know who Alphard, Quintus, Sebastian, Marcus, Roland, and Simon were in the beginning. I didn't know their struggles. I didn't know their families. I didn't know their pain.

When I posted chapter 1 on December 15th, 2021, I did not know that horcruxes were not the source of soulmates. It worked out because of what I established in chapter 47.

I completed Arc One without knowing everything that would come about in Arc Two and Three. Even to this day, I do not know what most of Arc Five will entail, but I have some hints and I am laying threads down in the anticipation that I will know later on.

I did not flesh out my plot from the beginning. I started with the intent of wanting a couple of skeleton milestones.

I needed a parselmouth reveal. (Chapter 12)

I needed Harry to hit a breaking point. (Chapters 15 - 17)

I needed the ultimate fight to the death between Tom and Harry. (Chapter 18 aka The Twink Fight)

I needed them to become friends. (Chapter 20)

I needed to Tom to hit a breaking point. (Chapters 25 - 28)

I needed Tom to get his relief. (Chapter 29)

I needed Harry to realize his feelings. (Chapter 41)

I needed the patronus reveal. (Chapter 44)

I needed Tom to go through a sexual awakening. (Chapter 41, 45, 46)

I needed a catalyst for Tom. (Chapter 48)

I needed the first kiss. (Unknown Chapter)

The plot has been solely focused on Tom and Harry, even though it doesn't always feel like it. Everything is designed around them.

It's designed to break Tom Riddle. It's designed to rebuild him.

There are other points that I knew I needed early on, but I cannot reveal them because they're in Arc Three. So many of these scenes above started out as small little snippets, little outline dumps of scenes that I knew I wanted for the story.

And then I wrote and wrote and wrote.

So many younger or less experienced writers feel like they HAVE to plan everything out before they begin writing. They believe every detail has to be ironed out. Gotta know every detail of the backstories. Gotta know all the subplots and the every grain of sand in the world.

You don't.

There is literally HUNDREDS of things in my story that I did not know until I wrote the chapter and then edited said chapter. There are things I didn't plan for on so many levels.

In the beginning of chapter 29, you get a memory of Harry from the past. I didn't know about that until I had already finished the chapter and edited it. I did not know.

In chapter 48, Tom does something to a man in the middle of the fight and it shakes him. I did not plan for that. I did not know about it until literally the day I posted it after I'd edited it. YESTERDAY. I only found out this YESTERDAY. I had to edit today's chapter to accommodate that change.

Writing is an act of discovery. Writing is a journey.

If you wish to 'pull your head out of your ass,' my only suggestion is to begin writing without being worried that you're going to ruin something because you started writing. No such thing, luv. Creating is not an act of destruction. I have scrapped a lot of writing. I have rewritten nearly EVERYTHING. My cuts document contains 6,000 words. I have a lot more ahead that I have scrap and rewrite entirely because of how much lore Arc Two developed.

Just write, luv.

Enjoy the process.

If you're worried about posting, then just hold off for a bit. Get to the 50k mark, the 100k mark, and then look back. See if you're getting everything you want down. Write out of order.

The process of doing a comprehensive edit will change your life. (I'm not talking about a little proofread for typos; I'm talking about rebuilding sentences, tightening them, expanding them, expanding scenes, reordering scenes if need be, etc)

There are no hacks, no tricks, and no tips that will get you through writing.

You simply must write.

Let go of the planning and start enjoying yourself. Write. If, at first, the scene doesn't go in the direction you want it to go, then you can rewrite it or edit it in the future. Your story isn't written in stone. Your story is made out of clay, easily moldable to your desires and wishes.

Now use your excitement as fuel to write. Let the joy of discovery be what keeps you going, rather than the need to know it all in the beginning. That's impossible. That's asking too much of your conscious mind. Your subconscious will likely know more than you do. I just figured out something about Simon that I had laid out ages ago, yet I hadn't realized I'd done so until recently.

Go write. Write and write. Put your planner down. Decide what are must haves in your fic. Create boundaries that your characters are not allowed to cross. (Mine was Harry could not leave Hogwarts in TBG and in Elysium's Sanctuary, Voldemort wasn't allowed to kill the Dursleys)

I look forward to what you create in the future.

Because no matter what you create, it will be good.

Get to work. You can do it.

Isa

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Cal can I be greedy for a sec? 💜

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🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

Maxi, you can always be greedy!

48 for 🔼:

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 “Oh, right. That’s weird for you.”

“No kidding!” 

“Sorry,” she blushes.

“Are you okay?” Buck asks, genuinely concerned. “You’re talking a lot. Are you on something?”

Maddie’s face flattens. She purses her lips.

“Gee, sorry to bug you, beloved younger brother who I have been caring for during your long recovery.”

“No!’ Buck protests. “I-it’s not bad. It’s not bad at all. It’s just surprising. You’re, uh, not usually so… Full of stories?”

Maddie holds a contemptuous expression for another beat or two before sighing.

“You’re right,” she admits. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately and no one to share it with.”

“Uh, your boyfriend?” Buck suggests.

“I can’t talk to him about everything,” Maddie says. “And you know, it’s still early. We’re not married.”

“Josh?” Buck moves on.

“Great for many things, but not everything.” Maddie says. “For example, I cannot get that guy to go to the mall with me. I don’t have a shopping friend. I haven’t had a shopping friend since university.”

Buck frowns. “I’ll shop with you, Maddie. I just don’t want to think about you or Chim having sex. Ever.”

“You aren’t up for a proper day at an outlet mall.” Maddie says. “But thank you.”

“That’s probably true.” Buck concedes. 

“I think, lately, with more and more distance from Doug, I’ve just been thinking about a lot of the aspects of myself I lost when we were together,” Maddie says. “And one of those things, I think, was having a lot of close friends. Girl friends, really. Which, sorry. Didn’t mean to make you a substitute.”

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“I was wary at first too. But, honestly? I think he’s kind of a sweetie.”

“I trust you, Maddie,” Buck promises. “Really.”

“Thanks,” Maddie smiles. She shifts her posture a little. Despite Hen and Chim checking her out and giving her pain killers for her ribs, he can tell she’s in pain. Pain she can’t do much for. 

“Tell me about you,” Maddie says, changing the topic. “I want to know how my little brother ended up in a literal sanctuary at the end of the world.”

Buck smiles softly. “It’s kind of a lucky story. I mean, I’m lucky. Really lucky.”

“No kidding,” she says. “Most people would kill for this.”

Well, they’ve had to. Lots of zombies. A few violent raiders, in the early days. He doesn’t say this part, though.

“Right before the end,” he says instead. “I was dating the head librarian here. Abby. She let us set up here, when things started getting bad. It was supposed to be a community outreach thing at first. But there wasn’t much of a community left.”

“Abby,” Maddie repeats. “I didn’t meet an Abby out there.”

Buck shakes his head. “She’s not… Uh, she’s gone.”

Maddie’s face falls. “I’m sorry.”

Buck shakes his head. “She didn’t die. I mean, maybe she did… I don’t know. She left. To drive to Santa Barbara. To the nursing home where her mom lived.”

“Oh,” Maddie whispers.

“She hasn’t come back yet.” Buck says. 

“Yet?” Maddie asks. 

“I know,” Buck drops his head. “She won’t. But uh… You’re here. So less likely things have happened.”

She smiles at him. But he can tell she’s just trying to appease him. Like everyone else, she thinks Abby is gone.

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 “I don’t need order and routine. I used to live anywhere, work any job. I’m cool.”

Eddie tilts his head to the side a little. “Buck.” 

Buck groans. “Fine. Fine. You’re right. I hate that you can just crack open my head like that.”

Eddie looks smug. “No you don’t. That’s half the reason we’re getting married.”

Buck’s lip twitches. “And the other half is your ass.”

“I knew it.” Eddie chuckles. 

“You’re right,” Buck says again. “It doesn’t matter what happens as long as we get married. I’m sorry for freaking out.”

“Well, I panicked when we started planning the wedding. Fitting you panic now.”

“God forbid no one panics,” Buck agrees. 

“Exactly! Then we might seem too powerful. Intimidating.”

“Wouldn’t want that.” Buck nods sagely. “No one would invite us to their weddings ever again. They’d be too embarrassed.”

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Kim makes a pained noise in the back of her throat at the mention of Shannon’s name. Eddie can’t blame her.

Eddie shakes his head. “That’s not who I see anymore, when I look at her.” 

Sophia takes a deep, shaky breath. Like she’s debating whether or not to trust Eddie. Fair enough. He didn’t trust her with this, either. He should have. He can see that now. 

She lowers the gun. 

Eddie’s shoulders sag with relief. 

“Go,” he tells Kim. 

“He popped my tires!” 

Is she stupid? Sophia is protective and stubborn as hell. She will shoot her. 

“Wreck your wheels,” Eddie grits. 

Kim narrows her eyes at him, but she goes. She grabs her bag from where it lies near Sophia’s feet, leaving her phone in their possession, and goes. The car makes an awful noise as she drives away. 

The moment she’s gone, Eddie drops to his knees in front of Buck. Maddie has opened up his jacket and lifted his sweater, and is in the middle of trying her best to pack his wounds. Eddie shifts so Buck’s head can rest against his thigh, rather than on his jacket balled on the pavement.

“You’re insane,” Eddie accuses. He reaches for Buck’s hand. The right one. The left wrist looks swollen badly. 

“Had to,” Buck mumbles. He’s really pale. He lost too much blood. 

[twistedwonderlandthoughts]

Nobel event

Azul: oh this will be a much fun, so many business opportunities that simply cannot be squandered.~

Idia: this is gonna bite you in the ass later, ya know that right?

Azul: oh Idia, you poor soul, it pains me to see you so pessimistic~

Not even in the span of a day

Azul: Oh-GOD ‘whEEze’ so many stAirs!

And-

Azul: It MOVED!! The grOtesque- gargoyle-thing- MOVeD!

And-

Azul: T-these glasses are me exact prescription! how do they know my prescription….I may have underestimated this town…

Azul: FIRE! FIRE! FUCK!-

On the way home~

Idia: Told you this would bite you in the ass-

Azul: oh shut up you giant bird

[xmads-omensx]

CHAPTER 2 - I CANNOT HIDE WHAT'S ON MY MIND

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Content Warnings: swearing, smoking cigarettes (don't smoke kids), mentions of a previous toxic relationship, mentions of a minor injury, cleaning a wound, mentions of blood, mentions of Ronnie Radke, mentions of jail (Ronnie Radke), mentions of alcohol consumption

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BECCA

“I’m Andy. Pleasure to meet you.” He said with a slight smirk.

“Becca.” I said quietly. Barely above a whisper.

“I know. We already established that.” He laughed in a whisper.

He instantly made me feel at ease with how he smiled at me. Andy then began to lead me further into the bus, towards the bathroom, with a gently pull on my elbow that he was still holding like I was made of glad.

Most of the curtains across the bunks were open, except for a couple that must’ve had people in them. Few of the bunks that were visible to me had been made, most had the covers haphazardly strewn on them with food wrappers and various chargers on them. It was painfully obvious that men lived on this bus. God how messy could people be.

When we reached the end of the narrow corridor, Andy paused and opened the door at the end, revealing a small bathroom.

“Sorry about the mess.” Andy laughed, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand.

“It’s okay. The rest of my band are guys so I’m kind of used to it at this point.” I smiled. I was beginning to feel better now, which was most definitely down to Andy’s kindness.

He gestured for me to hop up onto the tiny countertop, however, due to the wound on my hand I was unable to do so and ended up just staring at him with a lost expression covering my face. He looked at me expectantly, not really sure why I wasn’t moving.

“I can’t get up Andy. My hand… remember?” I laughed.

“Oh shit yeah.” He immediately leapt into action, wrapping his arms around my thighs and lifting me up onto the counter. I let out a mix between a gasp and a shriek and he laughed again. God, I could never get tired of hearing him laugh.

He rubbed the back of his neck again, I assumed it was a nervous habit of his, and turned his head away, barely hiding the blush that had materialised on his cheeks.

“Here, give me your hand.” He said gently. I held my hand out to him and he took it in his much larger one. The antibacterial wipe stung my hand, making me wince and flinch away in pain. “Sorry.” Andy muttered.

“It’s okay. You can’t really help it.” I laughed, making him laugh in return.

He then looked closer at my hand, as if examining the wound. “Now I’m not a doctor by any means, but I don’t think you need any stitches.” He explained, “But I do think that this will scar.”

He went back into the first aid box and pulled out a dressing, which he gently unwrapped and delicately stuck to the palm of my hand.

“Ta-da! Good as new.” He laughed.

“Thanks, Andy.” I replied with a smile.

“It’s no problem at all. Ronnie is kind of an ass.” He shrugged, again rubbing the back of his neck.

I laughed at that.

“Anyone else I need to be aware of?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“No. That about covers it. If you avoid Ronnie, and don’t do anything that might piss him off, you’re set.” He explained with a smile.

“Great.” I replied, still smiling back at him. “Well, I better head back to my bus now.” I hopped off the counter.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” He quickly said. “I’ll see you around I guess.”

“Yeah, see you around.” I replied with a smile, before leaving and heading back to my own bus.

The walk back was short, considering my bus was only five away from Andy’s. The night was dark and chilly. You could see the stars perfectly. As I got closer to the bus, I could hear the yelling and laughing of my bandmates. They weren’t exactly a quiet bunch, but what exactly would you expect from a bunch of unruly guys in their early twenties.

I opened the door, and they all fell quiet, looking at me expectantly. I gave them all a smile and closed the door behind me.

“I was with Andy from Black Veil Brides.” I began, “He was patching me up because I cut my hand on some fucking glass when Ronnie pushed me.”  

The guys erupted in laughter, making kissing faces and wolf-whistling at me, implying that something more had happened while I was on his bus.

I simply laughed and shook my head. If I responded, they would be certain that something had happened between the two of us.

“Are you okay though, in all seriousness?” Nick asked.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine.” I replied. “Just a bit sore, but I’ll just bruise by the morning.”

With a shrug, I walked back to my bunk to try and get some much needed sleep before we departed for our next location tomorrow.

A short and dreamless sleep found me quickly after I had crawled into by cramped bunk.

ANDY

She was beautiful.

Becca.

I repeated her name over and over again in my head as I lay in my bunk waiting for sleep to claim me.

I never struggled to sleep on tour. In fact, it usually came to me easily.

But she wouldn’t let me. Fuck. I had only just met the girl and she was already stopping me from functioning as I normally did.

I found myself smiling at just the thought of her as I lay alone in the dark. I had never felt this way after just meeting someone for a brief few minutes before. Sure, I felt this way about my ex, but never since. Hell, I was angry at myself for ever feeling like this when I was with my ex.

Doubt began creeping into my brain.

Who are you even kidding, Andy?

Becca will never feel the same way about you.

You’re a loser.

A deadbeat.

You aren’t going anywhere in life.

You’re in a metal band for fucks sake.

But so is she.

She’s in a band too.

I groaned as I ran my hands down my face in frustration as I grew angry with my brain. It had recently been working over time fucking up my day.

I had only just met Becca, she wasn’t worth losing sleep over. At least not yet anyway.

Her deep green eyes haunted my thoughts as I rolled over to face the curtain that separated my bunk from the rest of the bus.

My dyed dark hair found its way into my mouth, frustrating me even more as I spluttered trying to get it out of my mouth.

A hand  shot its way into my bunk from the other side of the curtain, smacking me on my forehead.

“Shut the fuck up and go to sleep.” A voice I identified as CC angrily groaned. His voice was laced with tiredness, which instantly made me feel even more terrible on top of how I already felt.

I threw an arm over my eyes and groaned once more. I was never going to get to sleep at this rate. Not when Becca plagued my thoughts, and Allison haunted them.

I needed air.

With yet another groan, I crawled out of my bunk and trudged to the door, grabbing my jacket on the way out.

The cool night air clung to my body despite the jacket. Upon checking my phone, I realised it was 2:32am. Fuck. We were leaving for the next location on the tour at 8:30am, so there wasn’t really much point trying to sleep. I would probably take a power nap when we got there between sound check and our actual set itself.

Shivering and pulling the jacket closer to my body, searching for some sense of warmth, I walked towards a picnic bench that was nearby our bus. It was slightly damp, but I didn’t care. I pulled out a pack of cigarettes before lighting one.

I pulled the cigarette to my lips and inhaled deeply, warmth flooding my being. I released the smoke with a big puff of air.  

The night sky was illuminated with bright stars that painted a beautiful pattern across the world.

In that moment, I felt the most peaceful I had felt in a very long time. My long hair blew gently in the mild breeze.

My thoughts began to wander again, but not where I wanted them to.

Becca sat on the bathroom counter. Her legs touching mine ever so slightly. I could smell her floral perfume wafting through the small space. Her deep green eyes staring into my own blue ones. She plagued me.

Then the image changed. Instead of Becca sat in front of me, Allison sat there. Her long, poorly highlighted, blonde hair cascading over her shoulder as her grating voice filled the space. My heart began to ache at the thought of her.

Sure, I missed her. But I could never forgive her for what she did to me.

I loved her. Still do in some fucked up way. We spent so much time devoting ourselves to eachother before it all fell apart.

Thankfully, a door shutting loudly forced me out of those thoughts.

However, my thankfulness was also cut short when I realised who had closed the door.

Looking over my shoulder to see who it was, my eves widened at the sight of Becca slowly making her way out of the bus in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and some short pyjama shorts. My dick twitched slightly in my sweatpants.

No.

Evil dick.

Don’t do that.

Not now.

Please.

Great. I’ve reached a point in my life where I need to beg my dick to behave itself around her.

What has my life come to?

“You got another one of those?” She asked with an awkward laugh, gesturing to the cigarette I had in my hand.

I couldn’t being myself to speak IDIOT, so instead I opted for just handing the box to her, letting her take one, before offering her the lighter.

She lit her cigarette and inhaled before exhaling the smoke with a deep sigh.

“You okay?” I asked with a slight laugh.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. Just can’t get back to sleep.” She laughed back.

“Lucky you. I couldn’t get to sleep in the first place.” I sighed.

“How come?” She asked.

“I don’t know.” I laughed. “My brain won’t shut up.” I added, tapping the side of my head, making her laugh.

Oh that laugh.

That laugh was the most perfect sound I had ever heard.

“I feel that.” She replied, putting out her cigarette.

“What’s stopping you from sleeping then?” I asked, trying to get the conversation away from me as I knew I was bound to tell her whatever she wanted to know, and I wasn’t quite ready to tell her about Allison.

“Same as you I guess.” Becca replied. “I was sleeping great, woke up to get some water, then couldn’t go back to sleep. My brain likes to wander around at night.” She added with a breathy laugh.

“It sucks.” I said with a sigh.

“Damn straight.” Becca laughed.

She laughed a lot.

I liked that.

Maybe our kids would have the same laugh?

Woah Andy, slow the fuck down.

“So, what brings you to Warped Tour?” I asked after a few moments of silence, desperate to hear more of her voice.

“Same as you. We want to play for more people. Get our name out there, you know?” She responded.

“It’s harder than I thought it would be. Being in a band.” I said, swinging my leg a little bit.

“Oh God, yes it’s hard.” She laughed. Once again, making my heart flutter.

“Touring sucks.” I added.

“These fucking bunks are killing me.” Becca giggled.

Oh no.

The giggle was far more lethal than her laugh.

I was absolutely fucked.

“So, what’s the deal with Ronnie?” She asked me after a few moments of comfortable silence. “I’ve gathered that he’s a massive asshole, but why?”

“Nobody told you yet?” I asked, slightly surprised, as usually Ronnie’s antics before Warped Tour were common knowledge in the scene.

“Nope.” She answered, popping the p.

“Long story short, he went to jail for about a year before Warped Tour.” I summarised.

“Damn.” She muttered under her breath.

“Yeah. I try to stay out of his way as much as I can.” I laughed, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

“I might just have to follow your lead with that one.” She said with a quiet laugh.

We fell into a comfortable silence once again, gazing up at the stars overhead.

Much like before, a door closed, startling the two of us.

“Becca, what are you doing out here?” Luke called out to her.

“Couldn’t sleep.” She replied with a shrug.

“Come back in before you get sick.” He said. “We can’t lose our singer before tour gets going.”

“I’ll be back in soon.” Becca promised.

That seemed to appease Luke as he disappeared back into their bus, shutting the door behind him.

She smiled warmly at me before lying down on the picnic bench, pulling me down behind her harshly.

We lay like that for a while.

Staring up at the stars.

My mind began to wander again.

Becca made my heart leap in a way nobody ever had before. Not even Allison.

I was in too deep and I was petrified I wouldn’t be able to crawl my way out of this.

For fucks sake, I had only just met the girl and my heart was beating so hard I worried it might burst out of my chest and swallow me whole.

In that moment, my stupid mind decided to wander once again.

Allison.

I couldn’t get hurt again.  

Not after what happened.

I decided that I would never let Becca close to my heart. She could try and get in, but I wouldn’t let her.

BECCA

The stars above us were beautiful. Each one told its own unique story. Like us.

Andy and I had been laying on the table in silence for about ten minutes, gazing up at the night sky, before I decided to speak.

I couldn’t take any more of my mind racing with thoughts about him.

There was something about him that made my heart flutter in my chest.

Maybe it was his angelic blue eyes?

Or his kind smile?

I couldn’t figure it out.

I stole glances at him here and there. This feeling made me feel like I had returned to middle school. I didn’t know what to do with myself.

“So whe-“

“Do you li-“

We both started to speak at the same time, making us laugh gently.

“You first.” I said.

“No, I’m sure whatever you were going to say is far more interesting than what I was going to say.” Andy laughed.

“Okay fine.” I pretended to be mad at him, making him laugh harder. “Where are you from, Andy?” I asked.

A pause.

Andy began laughing once again.

“What’s so funny?” I sat up, acting offended.

“Nothing, nothing.” Andy said between laughs. “I just thought you were going to say something super profound for some reason.”

“Profound? Really?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes. You seem like you have loads of profound thoughts.” He said with a completely serious look, which didn’t last long before he began laughing again.

“Answer the question, idiot.” I yelled with a laugh.

“Cincinnati.” He sighed, sounding slightly pained from laughing.

“Oh, nice.” I replied.

“That’s it? That’s all you got? After all that?” Andy mocked offense at my simply reply.

“What do you want me to say?” I laughed, raising my hands in defence.

“I don’t know, something more than that at least.” He replied.

“Oh my god.” I sighed.

“Where are you from?” Andy asked.

“Richmond.” I replied

“Virginia?” He asked.

“No fucking Mars.” I laughed sarcastically. “Of course Virginia.”

Andy turned away with a huff, making me laugh.

My heart was beating faster and faster as our conversation went on.

Oh God.

Was I falling for him?

No.

There was no way.

I didn’t fall for people. Never.

Besides, I only just met the guy, there was no way I could be feeling this way yet.

When we met after Ronnie pushed me, I felt that spark you hear about in movies. But that doesn’t exist. Right?

Andy had me questioning everything and we had only just met hours before.

Maybe I was just excited about the tour. Yes. That’s what it was. Excitement. Not love.

“Do you like Batman?” Andy turned back to face me.

“Huh?” I replied, slightly confused by his random question.

“Do. You. Like. Batman?” He asked again, slowing down the question as if he were trying to make it easier to understand. “That’s what I was going to ask you earlier.”

“Well, I can’t really comment on that because I’ve never actually seen Batman?” I responded quietly. I was getting the vibe that Andy wouldn’t be a massive fan of my response. I was right.

“WHAT!” Andy roared, making a man, who I had previously been introduced to as CC, pop his head out of the Black Veil Brides bus door in order to call out a “Shut the fuck up!” Before slamming it shut again.

Andy and I looked at eachother for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“I guess that’s a sign that we should both head back to bed?” Andy said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Good night Andy.” I said, turning to walk back to my bus.

“I am so making you watch Batman before Warped is over.” Andy called from over his shoulder before entering his bus.

I smiled at the thought.

No.

Don’t do that.

Don’t get attached.

Tour would end, and I would head back to Virginia and never see him again. Unless we both got on Warped Tour next Summer.

No.

I need to stop getting my hopes up over things that most likely won’t happen.

The Magpies didn’t attract a massive crowd, and surely a bigger band would come along and take our spot next year.

In that moment I made a promise to myself. Enjoy this Summer no matter what. I was going to sing my heart out, party hard, sleep around if I wanted. It wasn’t like I was going to find my future husband in one of these weird, drunk, sweaty metalhead men that we were touring with.

A nice fling would do the trick.

It would allow me to have fun and stop these feelings that I apparently have for Andy.

Or I could hook up with Andy and get it out of my system?

No, I better not.

At least not yet.

“Becca, stop standing in the fucking hallway and go to sleep.” Theo whispered harshly, sticking his bunk. “Your aggressive thinking is keeping me awake, so please get into your bunk and go to sleep.”

“Fine.” I sighed, pulling back the curtain of my bunk and crawling into the cramped space.

I pulled by black duvet over myself and snuggled down, trying to get comfortable enough to go back to sleep.

But sleep didn’t come for a while

Andy’s laugh echoed in my brain, preventing me from finding any sign of sleep.

An hour had passed of me tossing a turning in my small bunk before I had exhausted myself enough to close my eyes and finally rest.

Still, images of Andy appeared in my dreams.

I was fucked.

ANDY

Upon my return to my bunk, I found no sleep whatsoever.

Not for a lack of trying.

I counted sheep, took some medication that CC used, I even ventured into the world of ASMR on Youtube, but none of it helped.

She haunted my mind.

Images of Becca laughing were rapidly replaced by Allison.

My happiness was stomped out every time I tried to change what I thought about.

I was such a fucking idiot.

Why did I think that someone like Becca could ever have feelings for someone like me.

Granted, we had only met hours ago, so it wasn’t like my feelings ran deep, but I still wanted her.

No.

I craved her.

I wanted to be the reason she smiled, laughed, cried. I wanted to be her everything.

But I couldn’t get attached. Not after what happened.

My relationship with Allison ended so unbelievably badly, it felt like one of those plotlines you see on a soap opera.

She tore my heart out of my chest and stamped on it.

Sure, I had hurt her too, but only because she hurt me.

We made eachother toxic, and I would be damned if I ever leet that happen between myself and Becca, therefore I could never be with her.

Hell.

I could never be with anyone.

Dawn was approaching and so was our departure time. I began to question if it was even worth going to sleep, but my eyelids answered for me as they fell closed and refused to reopen.

My sleep was dreamless, which I thanked God for, because I knew exactly what my dreams would contain, and I didn’t want to relive those memories.

I made a promise to myself that I would do whatever I could to avoid Becca. That way I wouldn’t get my heart broken, and I wouldn’t break hers in the process.

Chapter 3 - coming soon

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