#and then i gotta go through all the backstory to catch them up

[whiteprairieroses]

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[shima-draws]

I've been teasing her for months!! But at long last her ref is complete 🌷

I actually DON'T have a 5 page essay on her backstory this time (like I did for Ilari LMAO) but I do have some info about her if anybody is curious!

Name: Ione

Age: 25

Hair color: Silver

Eye color: Orangish-yellow

Element: Light

Grabbing info from the few posts I've talked about her already, Ione was originally a very famous singer, pretty much an idol within the world of ATS. She'd hold huge concerts that were always sold out and people from around the world would flock to see her perform. Eventually tho all of the attention started to attract the wrong kinds of people, and sooner or later Ione was "scouted" by a very rich man who wanted her all to himself. She was manipulated and blackmailed into signing a contract with him that would essentially end her touring and make it so that she would become a private singer for him. He basically chained her with this contract and so she disappeared from the public eye.

Ione soon discovered that other people with similar talents had also been gathered and trapped by this man's contracts. Among them was a prodigy violin player who she grew very close with. The two of them struggled under the demands of this man, and eventually violin boy started to get physically abused by him 😭 Things escalated to the point where Ione decided she wanted OUT and was determined to do anything to escape. This led to a very...traumatic event that caused her to go mute by choice.

When Ione finally makes her escape, thankfully she's changed so much that people don't recognize her in public (mostly her hair! It used to be short and didn't cover one of her eyes before). Shortly after she runs into Nahu and his group, and is unceremoniously recruited to join them lol (Nahu can be VERY persuasive). Ione communicates with them through sign language, which luckily a couple of them are fluent in--Ezio and Sage to be specific. They then teach the others in the group sign language too. It takes Nahu a bit to get the hang of it bc he has like, no attention span whatsoever, but being a dragon elemental helps since his senses are super attuned all the time, so he can generally tell what Ione is feeling and what she's trying to convey when she talks to him :")

Over time Ione grows closer with them, and like everybody else is hit with the Found Family, and realizes that yeah. She'd do absolutely ANYTHING for this group of crazy weirdos. She starts to fall in love with Nahu (bc who WOULDN'T), and slowly gains the courage to use her voice again. This leads to secret meetings with Sage, who helps her relearn how to use her vocal cords.

Eventually her past catches up with her, of course, but the group all bands together to set her free from it. She has to face off against violin boy, who thought she'd abandoned him and got Messed Up Mentally as a result, so THAT'S a thing she's gotta deal with. But she's able to reach him by singing for the first time in over five years, and everyone absolutely loses their shit at how beautiful her voice is and they all cry and it’s very emotional!!

Even after regaining her voice she still prefers to stay quiet most of the time, as that is what she's comfortable with, but she's totally okay with speaking when she needs to. Also I need to mention this but bc she used to be like. An idol. Obviously her routines consisted of both song and dance so she's a pretty good dancer. Out of everyone in the group, Ione is the ONLY person Ezio will dance with (and he is a very VERY good dancer himself, but will only dance with someone who can keep up with him, which Ione can). Everyone is very jealous of this, ESPECIALLY Nahu lol bc he wants to dance with Ezio too 😂

Ione's a light elemental! I haven't given a LOT of thought into her powers yet but I do know that her singing makes her stronger and also gives her powers a boost, which in turn helps the rest of the group. She also can ride on these light waves--I will have to draw them sometime bc I can't really explain them in words, it'd be better to show them visually lol

And that's her!! My flower light mute girl <33333

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Y'all. Listen to Cowboy Carter. It's gonna be the main soundtrack to this damn fic. Beyoncé has done it AGAIN. -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Epilogue + Soundtrack.

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THREE: PRETTY THANG.

You are quiet as a church mouse walking up the rickety steps, leaving the saloon behind. 

The sounds from the saloon grow more distant the farther you get up the steps, leaving you with some silence to concentrate on your footing. You’ve studied which floorboards make the most noise from so many nights of sneaking out to listen in on Kenzo’s phone conversations. 

You sneak past the many doors where you hear the moans from clients and the creaking of bed springs––all indications of Kenzo’s secret “business”––to a closed door where you hear the sound of Kenzo’s panicked voice.

You crouch down and press your ear to the door, catching a snippet of Kenzo’s words: “....ridiculous!” he exclaims. “There has to be a mistake! I'm just a lowly saloon owner and I’ve never been affiliated with any criminals! I don’t–“ 

“Cut the bullshit, Valentine,” Gojo interrupts, sounding irked though his voice is still soothing and light. “We know that’s you. What, you thought that wack ass haircut and makeup was hidin’ ya? Gotta admit, you did a good job but the game is over.” 

“Kenzo”, or Valentine rather, pauses, weighing his words and if he should still lie. Finally, he sighs, sounding defeated. “What are you here for?” he asks, sounding like he doesn’t want to hear. 

“You know what we’re here for,” Geto replies, also sounding impatient and completely with the bullshit. “It’s been a long time comin’. You left us on that train. We had a deal to just get the money bein’ trafficked on that train and split it, but you turned it into somethin’ else.” 

Your ears perk like a dog’s at this newfound information. “L-Listen, I don’t have any money!” Valentine stutters, sounding scared for his life (and he should be). “I swear it! All the money I got from the heist is gone!” 

You hear Gojo rise from his seat, his boots hitting the floor. “He’s lyin',” he growls. “Geto, let’s just smoke this fool. He’s stupid for thinkin’ we wouldn’t come back for his ass after he left us on that train in the middle of his massacre.”

Your mouth goes agape at the beans being spilled the more you stay crouched in the dark, your hamstrings burning. 

“Ya got us arrested, yknow,” Gojo laughingly continues. “We’ve been successfully dodgin’ the law for years, but they finally got us…and for somethin’ we had no part in! What a joke!” 

You hear Valentine babble pleas and the thud of him pressing his back against the wall beside the door. You hold your breath, afraid to make a single sound. “Please!” he begs. “You don’t have to do this, guys! I-I’m a changed man!” 

There is a pause, tense and full of anticipation. “Then you’d come with us quietly and let us turn you in to the sheriff of Cherrywood,” Geto sternly replies. Valentine scoffs, disgusted. “So you’re workin’ with law enforcement now? You switched sides ‘cause you got scared?” 

You’re just as shocked as he is. Why are these gunslinging outlaws working with the law when the law wants them behind bars?  

“Oh, quite the contrary, V,” Gojo chuckles. “Ya see, when your yellow-bellied ass and your crew of pussy bandits ran from the scene and we got taken in by the sheriff, we had a 50-year sentence on our hands…until they investigated and realized our guns couldn’t do the damage your and your men’s did.” 

You can almost feel Valentine’s fear penetrate the wall, sinking into your skin.

“They let us go on the condition that we’d find you to bring you in," Gojo continues. "After that, we decided to change our ways and get back to dedicatin’ our “occupation” to helpin’ others who have suffered at the hands of criminals like you.” 

At this, Valentine cackles. “Please. Like you can wipe away all that innocent blood you spilled over the years.”

You suddenly hear a loud thud as if a body is being tossed against a wall. You find out that there is: Valentine with Geto holding him up by some part of his body. You envision his big, hulking frame, his hand holding Valentine up by his throat.

“Don’t test me, Valentine,” he growls. “We’ve never killed innocents like you have. All the ones we smoke are evil motherfuckers like you.” 

Valentine begins to choke meaning Geto is strangling him. “But since it’s this or go back to the slammer, we’d figure we’d do this as a peace offering,” Gojo laughingly says. “The sheriff implores there be no killin', but I’m kinda thinkin’ you’d be worth more dead. It would definitely shut that mouth up.” 

You then hear the familiar click of a pistol and your heart skips a beat. “Listen, w-we don’t have to do it like this!” Valentine sobs. “Please! If you let me go, I’ll never tell and just disappear!” 

Once again, there is a pause and then Geto speaks: “Why should we spare you?” he scoffs. “You don’t even have any money. You have nothin’ you can give us despite foolin’ around in launderin’, schemin’, and whorin’.”

And he is right––Valentine is dirt broke. All the money was spent on the saloon and paying back is illegal business partners. 

“I can pay you in another way,” Valentine beggingly protests. “I have so many girls in my stable that you can choose from, free of charge! Any whore or dancer you like! Even the staff girls! You can even have my saloon! Just please, fellas, don’t do this!”

Another pause, this one leaving you with bated breath and a bad feeling in your stomach. “Any girl?” Gojo ponders aloud. 

“Yes, any girl you want!” Valentine nearly screams. Gojo sounds happy with that answer. 

“Well, that beauty with the pretty skin and red lips was a looker.” Geto hums in agreement, followed by a chuckle. It doesn’t take a village idiot to figure out who they mean: you. They want you. 

“Y/N?” Valentine asks. “I-I’ll go get her. She’ll do whatever you want!” 

Like fire lights up under your ass, you quickly gather your skirts and hurry down the steps to the bar. You sit down on a stool and grip the edge of the bar, panting heavily. Sweat has begun to break out along your skin and feel dizzy.

That son of a bitch! How could he do this to you? How could he serve you up on a silver platter to them? 

Shoko finds you and leans over the edge of the bar, looking interested. “So what happened?” she pushes.

But little does she know that you’re about five seconds from having a mental breakdown. “I-I’ve gotta go,” you huff. “I need to–” 

“Y/N!” Valentine hollers. You jump, looking at him standing at the steps in fear. He crooks his finger at you, his gaze dark.

Shoko looks concerned as you hesitantly rise from the stool and make your way over to them. You have a feeling that he may know that you eavesdropped on him, but you’ll continue to act oblivious until you can’t. You refuse to blow your cover.

Valentine leads you upstairs and walks you into an empty bedroom before shutting the door. “So what do they want?” you ask, acting clueless and frazzled. 

He stands by the door, looking beyond stressed. “Me,” he states. “I was in business with them some time ago and now they want their money.” 

“Okay…so why don’t you pay them?” you prompt. “What if they shoot us all up?” 

“They won’t do that,” he hurriedly replies, “because I gave them you.” He turns to you, his expression downtrodden and serious. “Me?” you whisper. “W-What do you mean? Kenzo, what did you do?” 

“Just listen to me, goddammit!” he hisses, finally losing his cool. “I don’t have the funds ‘cause I was too busy tryin’ to keep this place afloat! Now I need your help, Y/N.”

He takes hold of your shoulders, squeezing them tight. “C’mon, suckin’ and fuckin’ are some of your skills, right? It’s what you were doin’ when I met you.” He gives you a smile that is less than friendly. 

You stare at him, picturing you punching him square in the face. “You bastard,” you snap. “I’m not doin’ this. I can’t believe you would do this to me.”

You snatch his hands off of you and step away from him as if he is toxic. “I’m callin’ the sheriff,” you hiss as you stomp by him. 

But he stops you by pushing you into a wall and then squeezing his hand around your throat, pinning you there. You gasp and struggle, wriggling about like a fish, but he keeps on squeezing. 

“Now you listen to me, you little bitch,” he snarls. “You must not be understandin’ what I’m sayin’ here, so I’ll break it down for ya: I’m your boss. I call the shots; not you. That means whatever I say goes.” He squeezes harder, making you wheeze. “So when I tell you to open that slutty mouth and your legs for some cock, you do it. You owe me. I took you out of that whorehouse and I can send you right back there.” 

He then slips into his back pocket and retrieves a gun that he waves in your face, grinning sadistically. “Either that or I’ll send you right to the grave,” he warns. “Makes no difference to me. I’ll find another pretty slut just like you for my bar.” 

Your stomach churns with fear at the sight of the gun. “K-Kenzo,” you cough. “S-Stop!” But he doesn’t, still choking you and putting the gun in your face. “Then do we have a deal?” he prompts, narrowing his eyes at you. Frantically, you nod and he releases you. You sputter and cough, gulping down air. 

“Good,” he grumbles. “Now get out there unless you want a bullet in your back.” He points the gun at you and waves it towards the door.

Having no choice, you obey him and walk out of the bedroom, down the hall, and to the room where the gunslinging duo occupies. With Valentine’s gun pressing into your back, you push the door open, seeing the duo sitting on the couch near the window beside the bed.

“Here she is, fellas!” Valentine announces. “Pretty as can be, ain’t she?” He digs the gun into your back, prompting you to walk into the room. The door shuts behind you. 

The two men sit back against the couch, their long legs and thick thighs spread. You do your absolute best to not look down. Gojo stands and puffs on his cigar, his pink lips forming an O to let the smoke billow from his lips. He then puts the cigar out on an ashtray nearby and lazily walks toward you with a slight smirk playing on his lips. You stand rigidly still, biting your bottom lip to avoid another breakdown.

“Mmm, pretty ain’t even word for her,” he hums. He begins to walk around you slowly, checking you out as if you’re an object up for auction. “Such a gorgeous little doll. A pretty little thang, ain’t she, Suguru?” 

The long-haired cowboy stares you down from his place on the couch, sipping on his glass of whiskey. His pink tongue, glittering with silver (a fucking tongue piercing), juts out to lick his lips, seductively so.

“Mmm-hmm,” he agrees. “I bet she’s the one who reels in the most business here.” 

Gojo takes a bit of your dress in his fingers, tugging on your skirts. “Gorgeous skin, hair, eyes, dress…” He releases you, stepping back to admire you fully. “Shame about that gun under your skirts though, doll, but it does give ya some character.” 

As if the world has suddenly tilted on its excess, you gape at him, confused and alarmed. No… there’s no way he knows.

“The what?” Valentine snaps. 

Gojo’s smirk grows the more horrified you become. “I’d expect nothin’ less from the Fatale Femme,” he chuckles. “After all, the infamous gunslingin’ cowgirl herself has to stay strapped in this wild world.”

He walks up to you, nearly closing the tight space between you. “I can’t believe I finally get to see your face under that bandana I’ve seen in your posters,” he dreamily sighs. “You’re beautiful.” 

You can’t even process his compliment properly. You can’t function at all. The world is moving in slow motion. How in the fuck could these two know who you are? 

“Careful now, Satoru,” Geto chuckles, now standing up. “Ya don’t wanna get got too. She’s responsible for killin’ over four different gunslingers in three counties––two in only one. She hides out for a while and then does it again, scarin’ the wits out of every man alive.”

He gives you a lazy, knowing smile that scares you out of your mind. “And we’re no different, are we, little lady?” 

Despite not being in immediate danger, your fight or flight has now kicked into gear like you are. You don’t know who will do what or what will happen, so your body is itching to run and your fingers are tingling, wanting to whip out your pistol.

You’re so glad you’re so in tune with your gut because Valentine explodes instantly to being played. “You…you bitch!” he hollers, his face red with rage. “You lied to me! I’ll fuckin’ kill you!” 

He goes to pull the trigger of his gun, but before his thumb can even press down, you’re already slipping your silver pistol stained with a lipstick print on the handle out of the secret leather holder strapped to your thigh and popping a bullet at his ear.

You make sure to shoot slightly away from his face, not wanting to hit him–just to graze him. You successfully do so, the bullet zooming past Vanji’s ear and taking off a chunk of his lobe before lodging itself into the wall. 

He screams bloody murder as blood spurts from his ear, his hand covering it and causing blood to spurt from between his fingers. But that doesn’t stop him. He goes to tackle you, but Geto stops him by moving between you and backhanding him in the face with his pistol dubbed the 'Rainbow Dragon'.  

As soon as the silver metal object hits his temple, Valentine tumbles like a house of cards and falls out cold on the floor. Gojo tosses his head back and laughs like this is all hilarious. “Damn, that escalated quickly!” he cackles. “You always did a heavy hand, Sugu.” He says this with a wink that comes off as mighty suggestive. 

Geto gives him a smirk, but it quickly fades when his eyes land on you. “You alright?” he asks, actually sounding genuinely worried. 

You don’t buy it for a second. Quickly, you aim your gun at them both, backing away to the door. 

“Don’t move,” you warn. “Neither one of y’all. If you move, you’re dead.” 

Slowly, Geto lowers his gun to the floor before he does so and puts his hands up in defense. “Both of you, put your weapons on the floor,” you order, doing your best to keep the tremble out of your voice. 

“Alright, let’s just calm down,” Gojo soothingly says, taking his guns out of his holster. One in particular is purple, dubbed the 'Hollow Purple'.

He also lowers his leather whip which is said to have left scars so deep that its victims will never heal from them. Geto does the same, lowering his other pistol and a knife in his boot to the floor. 

“We’re not here to hurt you,” the snow-haired outlaw says. “We barely even wanted him though he was a bonus point.” He nods down at Valentine unconscious and bleeding on the floor by your feet. 

You scowl at them confusedly, the gun still trained on them. “Then what the fuck are y’all here for?” you demand. 

The duo give each other a look before smirking at you, making your stomach flip. “We’re here for you, little miss,” Gojo says.

[toxooz]

Do you have a backstory posted for ramsuse? I think he’s an interesting character and you’ve said he used to be human so I’m very curious 🙂

ROIGHT SO i gotta See it with my own eyes so i drew lil illustrations to go with it so letsa go buckle UP yall ALSO tw for like graphic gory description and suicide mention aaand i think thats it OK:

waay back arooound 1870's I'd say behold a man! Ramsuse was a very well distinguished hunter who also did bounty hunting. Being a big brawny man he had a big brawny horse as well who was named Appocolus, a shire draft horse (the Big Ol honses) and had a wife named Myrna:

They were happily married for about 5 years, owned a pretty small farm, and took a lot of hunting trips together (most likely sold the skins/ meat along with eggs ect.) but yeah huntin n fishin was one of their favorite activities to do together. They didn't live far from a small town where they did their trading and shopping from and Ramsuse was a pretty well known bounty hunter in the town and even had a small group of other bounty hunters that he would team up with occasionally. Back then, in most towns, it was still a Big Thing for monsters to exist and was often treated as a frankenstien event (light the pitchforks yada yada); but in this part of the overall timeline demons kind of infested some parts of the world (side note obv. that didn't last forever and the majority of demons and that of the like ended up being chased into caves and hidden crevices of the world which is maybe why Mogak had to go into a big ass demon cave community to get that demonic D.) some entire towns could become completely overrun with demons and many caused chaos and ruin among the land, which probably gave a lot of other unrelated monsters a bad rep. hence why they would be ridiculed as well. It was pretty common for demons to be outlaws and outliers, and it was also common practice for humans to capture demons (typically demons who were minding their own business (like Ollie in the cowboy au👀)) and sacrifice them in churches or do mass killings so it was kind of a back and forth rivalry between humans and demons during this time. Granted, while demons and humans were at war, naturally demons are more powerful than humans without any manmade advantage-so side backstory Myrna's parents got killed by a demon in their house when she was a child and she was orphaned for the rest of her adolescence, so she's carried a special kind of bitterness, fear, and hatred towards demons throughout her life.

As their town slowly starting having more and more demonic issues, a certain demon cowboy was a prominent culprit of the reoccurring destruction of the town:

he had the ability to transform people into demons and his "horse" is basically just another demon that tried to mimic a horse to be able to assist in the bidding of the outlaw (ie: it's ears are actually horns, it's neighs sound more like a donkey and hyena mixed together, ect) He too led a gang that tormented towns and cities, only they were damn near impossible to pin down. Ramsuse was the main tracker for trying to find him and every time he did, the outlaw would slip through the cracks of their dimension which would eventually drive Ramsuse to insanity and intense resentment towards demons and monsters trying to get the outlaw. It got to a point where that's all he wanted to do was try to find and catch the demon, even his own group of bounty hunters opted out and urged Ramsuse to do the same at least for a while, for it was eating away at his soul. Though it was out of love for his wife and their own town, he would leave for days and put off hunting trips that Myrna wanted to go on in order to attempt to capture the outlaw. Until one night he followed a seemingly deliberate trail of clues that led him to a run down cabin out in the middle of nowhere. The demon outlaw was patiently waiting for him when he barged in like a bat out of hell, however Ramuse was having none of it and went straight for his throat upon first look. He mopped the floor with him for a while until those eye flaps on the demons face latched onto the bounty hunters arms (kinda like venom slime stickin to shit) and started searing Ramsuse's flesh off to reveal his new demon skin. It eventually traveled through his entire body as he slowly burned to death, his horns erupting from his head probably feeling like his brains were being squeezed out of his skull, his old teeth being simultaneously pushed out by bigger lion-like teeth, his body getting bigger as his burnt dead skin fell off in bloody sheets to give way to the contorting muscles as the demon outlaw observed in deranged satisfaction

by the time Ramsuse could come to his senses, the outlaw was long gone. During the physical altercation, outside Appocolus and the demon horse got into it as well. When the draft horse saw that abomination of a horse, every red light went off in his sixth sense and he lunged for it, however it mauled him back and it's teeth essentially had the same burning effect in which Appocolus was doomed to the same fate as his rider.

Ramsuse spent several days trying to track any possible trace of the demon to see if he could somehow be changed back, but he was nowhere to be found. As time went on, desperately trying to find any way to change himself back at this point, dread began to seep into him like rot on a dead carcass as he realized he had no choice but to go back home and face Myrna with this new demonic vessel that he was cursed with.

As he reluctantly arrived at his house, he tried to talk to Myra through the door as a way to prepare her as much as he knew how. He attempted to stay behind the door as long as possible, beating around the bush as to what just happened, but she didn't understand why he was acting this way and only tolerated it so much before she opened the door and upon first glance immediately scrambled for a gun

Completely overrun with past memories, she refused to believe him and was convinced that a demon Actually killed him and took his form to get to her and was merely feigning his distress just to make her vulnerable. Ramsuse quickly saw her state and decided it was best to just do what she demanded and he fled after she shot at him.

After what happened, that was the final straw that broke the camels back and Myrna took to the town to try and tell people what happened to her husband. Nobody has witnessed anyone being turned into a demon and coming back ( they just knew people vanished or were just straight up dead) and with her being a woman back then, nobody believed her not even Ramsuse's former bounty hunter group. They drew the conclusion that Ramsuse merely found another woman and ran away with her, so Myrna was deemed mentally unstable and was locked up in a facility where she soon died of a fatal self inflicted wound. Ramsuse could only watch all of this happen from afar for he had no idea how to get through to her or to even show his face anywhere ever again as he drowned in grief and self hatred over time. He was cursed to be immortal as he became just a wandering cowboy, doing bounty work in passing towns. He took more heavily toward monster communities, however his bitterness and resentment toward the concept of life itself made both him and his horse extremely vicious and brutal to anyone around him. He would start bar fights regularly and kill more bounties that were strictly wanted alive and then he would kill lawmen if they so much as looked at him wrong he was just a whole ass mess. Appocolus was outcast as well by all horses, both feral and domesticated, so he too became very grudge driven and hostile. He would assist Ramsuse in tormenting and killing anyone they deemed deserving by biting and trampling as well. As the years flew by Ramsuse and Appocolus only had eachother in the world and now that the wild west is almost completely faded out he has a house and barn he made himself out in the middle of nowhere ( like somewhere around Montana or somethin if he was in this world I'd say) he owns thousands upon thousands of acres that he preserves and patrols( to make sure no bitch ass puts a gas station or mcdonalds anywhere PFFT) so theres pretty much a large chunk of the state that is untouched by modern life bc he Will destroy anything by any means necessary so nobody has successfully bought any land. so yeah now hes just a bitter old demon who refuses to move on from his timeline while desperately clings to whats left of his memories and avoids society except for an occasional bar run from a super old bar that's probably been around a while as well :') AIGHT i think i got everything abt his ass 😭 if u bothered to read this far HOPE U ENJOYED!!

[theoutlawfaleena]

the king & the siren

könig x gender-neutral sniper!reader

warnings cod-typical violence, blood, probably military inaccuracy bc i have no idea what i'm talking about [cries]

tags unhinged könig, sniper reader, some mild tension, backstory leading into something more 👀, könig is unhinged but he's not rlly a red flag?, u just gotta read it to know what i'm talking abt bro, forced proximity but without the forced

i have nothing to say for myself. just have this as a peace offering

As an operator working under the private contractor known plainly as KorTac, your job is simple. You go where you're ordered to go, shoot whomever you're ordered to shoot, and then you pack up your things and wait for the next job. It's an uncomplicated existence, and it's all-consuming. It takes you by that invisible chain that anchors you to the earth and yanks you into the dirt, over and over until you learn to harden yourself, to spit the grit from your mouth and catch yourself before the fall ever comes.

The pull of the chain is something you have long since become familiar with. It comes with each body you drop, each bomb you set off, each grenade pin you pull off with your teeth where the metal bites into your tongue and fills your mouth with the taste of pennies. It turned you into the Siren, a sniper who grabs the attention of enemies with light hums and short whistles and embeds a bullet in their skull once their curiosity brings them close enough.

For a while, you did not think you could live without the pull of that chain; though harsh it may have been, it was a sole companion in a way of life that left no room for companionship.

Then, like some kind of cruel joke played at the hand of whatever force dealt you sour luck, that kid from Austria was recruited to the team.

He couldn't have been any older than twenty-five upon his arrival, standing at a mountainous six-feet-ten-inches with a body that swallowed up the space in doorframes, and it was not even his height that stood out as the most notable thing about him; rather, it was the dark sniper hood draped over his head to conceal his face, only cut to reveal wild eyes that looked anywhere but the eyes of others. It earned him plenty of barking shouts from your superiors, ordering him to look them in the eyes when he was being spoken to.

He went by König, meaning "king."

You did not give him long.

And much to your surprise, he lasted.

You learned that he had been a Jagdkommando with his native Austrian army, placed in the position of an insertion specialist. He was vying for a spot as a sniper, but those above him had quickly come to the conclusion that his hulking size and a rather problematic inability to sit still would not work in anyone's favor, and his aspirations had been rejected. His immense size and strength made him an ideal battering ram, however, and that was precisely what he was appointed to do.

Of course, such stories were only rumors that flew from the mouths of your teammates, for another thing you learned was that he did not speak; not to any of you, anyway. He spoke on the field, and that was that. You were not keen on prying information out of him yourself, for what business of it was yours?

As if the universe was crafted to laugh in your face when you needed it least, his business became yours when he was made one of your mission partners during an operation carried out in Berlin.

Al-Qatala fighters had a cell there, holed up with hostages they intended to traffic and force to do God-knows-what. Your mission was easy. Eliminate the fighters, free the hostages. You had seen it done countless times before. König and the others would be at your side, ordered to break through doors and gun down hostiles who stood in your way. You would open the mission with first contact, stationed just close enough to lure the enemy to your position and make the first kill. Your team would follow, and the holding cell would be breached. The rest was supposed to fall easily into place without a hitch. You'd done this time and time again; the chain pulls, and you stand fast.

Muffled voices moved in and out of the seized townhouse. Al-Qatala, no doubt. The air stunk of cigarette smoke and what was left of bombings to keep any hostiles at bay. Every now and then, a cry from a hostage would ring out, only to be followed by a shouting order or a sickening crack indicative of someone being fiercely struck with an open hand. That day, the entire city of Berlin held its breath, and so did you. It sat heavy within your chest, suspended at the base of your throat where you felt your heart thumping.

You waited for your team to gather into position. When the signal came through, the garbling through your earpiece, you finally swallowed. You readied your rifle, lifting your head and gazing through the scope at the shadows that moved across the windows.

You began to hum. Die Zauberflöte; the Queen of the Night's aria, a high-pitched staccato that came in short breaths. For one agonizing moment, the entire earth fell still.

A window broke; glass shattered. The air whistled as a bullet cut through it and flew past your head. On instinct, you flattened yourself to the ground immediately. The shot sounded moments later, ringing in your ears. A spray of warm liquid cast itself across your face. All hell broke loose at once as shouting and screaming arose from within the townhouse, along with the unmistakable sound of doors slammed open as a heavy body made quick work of them. Your team; you could hear your team joining the cacophony of noise. Gritting your teeth, you picked yourself back up and stared through the scope, eyes searching madly for their hidden gunman. The broken window offered a better view, enough that you could see a black-clad mass powering through the bodies inside. Your heart pounded in your ears. This position was doing nothing for you. You had to move.

Teeth grit, you vaulted down the nearest fire escape and broke into a sprint towards the townhouse. The door was left in shambles from the number that the Austrian had done on it, but you had no time to be impressed. Shrieks of horror and shouted commands drove you forward and you held your weapon out before you.

"Look alive!"

It was a call to your team, an indication that you were there. Leaving your station was not a common occurrence but you'd been left blind and of little help to them. The stench of blood was an immediate assault to your senses; it was a grisly scene, bodies of Al-Qatala fighters littering the floor riddled with bullets or with cut throats. Your team. You followed the screams of hostages, stepping over bodies that you didn't recognize as you sprinted downstairs, your rifle at the ready.

You anticipated that the bodies of your teammates would greet you, thrown to the wolves due to your inability to find the gunman. Blood pooled at the bottom of the stairs and you ran through it, turning the corner to find your team, seemingly safe, and yet stunned into a silence. Only the weeping of hostages could be heard. You opened your mouth to alert them of your presence, but stopped at the sight that awaited you.

Blood dripped from the hood of the Austrian. König. It soaked through the fabric and painted the exposed skin around his eyes a horrific shade of red. They were wide, and wild; he looked at you like a wolf poised to attack, and you imagined sharp teeth bared beneath the hood that sent a chill throughout your whole body.

He regarded you for only a moment, then turned his back on you to face the Urzik hostages, held within a cell crafted by the fighters. They cried out at the sight of him and drew closer to one another, even when the door creaked open and he allowed them an exit.

"Follow me," He said, and they flinched at the sound of his voice. At once, one of your teammates stepped forward, pulling his mask down to speak to them in a language they could understand. You didn't know it yourself, but you knew when the hostages reluctantly began to follow after König that something had been said to convince them he was there to help them despite his ghastly appearance. Falling in with the rest of your team, you gently guided hostages forward and out of the townhouse into the open air outside. Once the area was declared clear, emergency personnel on standby flooded the area with helicopters and cars to assess the damage and tend to the wounded and traumatized. The noise was a buzz in your ear, punctuated by a stinging pain that dominated the entire right side of your head from the ear to your jaw. Wincing, you raised your hand to your face, and it came away slick with blood.

You were acutely aware of the gaze bearing into you, but you did not acknowledge it until then. You lifted your head and met König's eyes. He stood an arm's-length away from you, a terrifying blood-soaked vision that studied you silently. You thought for a moment that he was looking directly at you, and it surprised you; however, you quickly realized he was trained on your ear.

"You're bleeding," He finally commented.

You bit back a laugh. It was funny, coming from someone who looked like he did in that moment. Hearing him acknowledge it worsened the pain, and you almost wished he hadn't pointed it out.

"Good eye," You replied.

If it amused him, he didn't show it. His eyes did not betray him for a second, but you had a feeling that yours did. Pain coursed through you like a red-hot blade pushing into your skin. König searched for something amidst his gear. When he closed the distance between you and himself, you had half a mind to back away, but when a bundle of gauze was placed to your ear, you instinctively reached out and grabbed his arm to steady yourself, sucking in air through your teeth.

You swayed lightly, but he stood like some kind of great oak, unmoving. His skin was hot to the touch, and it reduced the pain in your head to a dull throb. Swallowing, you reached out and held onto his arm with both hands.

"Where'd you get that?" You asked. Not that it mattered, but you certainly didn't have gauze in your gear at that moment. He paused, and you felt him shift against you.

"Borrowed it," He said. "From Sanitäter."

The way he said it suggested that "borrowed" may have been stretching the truth. Though it was painful, a smile pulled up at the corner of your mouth; you lifted your head to look at him and found that he was already looking at you. Blue. His eyes were blue, though the bloodstains around them made them seem starkly white.

You stumbled, and he steadied you. Quickly, you murmured an apology and dropped your head again, fixing your eyes on the ground.

König's eyes were blue.

You could not shake the way he looked at you, and you did not know why.

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Short Ghostf**kers first impressions

-I say this as a Moxxie fan.....it is cool to see Millie go on a job without him. I think it helps her character, and will silence more of her haters. I've always said this about Millie - she's not flat, she just needs more focus episodes. Here's another one. Thank goooooood.

-Millie and Blitzo's backstory is surprisingly heartwarming? Here I thought that it'd just end at "I like your spunk", but the fact that he taught her to be more than she thought she was capable of.....it's really sweet. I never knew that about Millie, that she used to think so lowly of herself, but seeing how imps tend to be treated outside of Wrath, it makes SENSE, and.....It really goes to show how I.M.P being an imp-run business in Pride is so unusual! The fact that Millie met Moxxie through Blitzo is extra sweet. Aaaaaand, admittedly, it does also explain more why he tends to, uh.....n-not take their romance very well. He met them before they hooked up. Then they hooked up...while working for him.....Yyyyyyeah, knowing Blitzo, he probably had some feelings about that....

-The fact that Moxxie fell first and probably simped for a while is adorable, and it's just another way I relate to him. XD We both love powerful women

-F for the "Millie was Loona's babysitter" headcanons, tho.

-Now we have the full "first meeting with Blitzo" flashback collection! Yaaaayyyy! Gotta catch 'em all!

-Ghosts being really "infestor demons" is....interesting worldbuilding? But....why are they so much more powerful? All the powers this guy had are CRAZY. Are they only able to be that powerful on Earth? Are they another kind of demon who can freely go to Earth? So many questions.....

-I know it was only played for laughs, but what Blitzo did with M&M's money really bothered me and I hope he fixes that, cuz....yeah, no. Thankfully, he makes up for that in the same scene where he flat-out admits that he and Stolas were never really......dating. He's not in denial about things, which is good.

-That scene with Tilla huuuuurt! Why is THAT how we first see her face!? Uggggghhhhh!!

-I WOULD be annoyed at Blitzo in the first half of the episode, but wanting to go out and have fun after what he's been through....I-I mean, it's understandable, right? I don't think either he or Millie are at fault here. Good conflict.

-I like Millie's role as the "straight woman" of I.M.P as the one who's got her crap together and doesn't have any trauma, but adding this new layer of "grew up thinking she wouldn't amount to much" is a pretty good way of giving her another dimension. Again, I already liked her before. XD

-Millie having trust in Blitzo and not believing the infestor's (don't remember his name) words, then punching him saying "Blitzo can take this" is freaking AWESOME, she's so cool

-Heck yeah with Blitzo implying he's done stalking M&M, and heck yeah to him learning the importance of platonic friendships!! Now Stolas has to learn the same thing.....Stolas has never had the CHANCE to have real friends....Having friends to talk to can really help you, and he's been denied that cuz of his lifestyle, which is why he comes across as unintentionally insensitive sometimes and why he hates himself and uggghhhh, hug the bird, hug the bird but also knock a lil bit of sense into him first cuz both sides need it but HUG THE BIRD

-Didn't really laugh all that much. The humor in this episode was too over-the-top and most of it was just one joke (wanting to be screwed by a ghost) that I didn't really find that funny. I DID, however, laugh at the Scooby Doo door chase parody. XD

-Oh, and the songs were.....there, I guess

-Overall, a good and VERY NEEDED episode, 8/10, Apology Tour was better tho

[elbdot]

Jesus christ so hey congratulations on completing tha dubs! Excited to experience them later this month 😄

I do want to take this opportunity tho to ask about your overall thoughts on S&V? Like what you think of the stories, characters, and....Paldea's possible inclusion in these comics 👀?

Excited to hear your thoughts!

OKAY I've gotten a bunch of Pokemon S&V Questions since November and now that I FINALLY played through the game I can FINALLY answer them HERE WE GO

POKEMON SCARLET AND VIOLET IS... GOOD

IS REALLY GOOD

It has some really nice storylines, some weaker, some stronger, I REALLY liked the characterization of all the Team Star Admins (even though the team's backstory is a bit all over the place), Arven was my favorite, followed by Nemona and Penny is- Penny is certainly there 😶

Geeta is not really a memorable champion...I don't really care much for her, but I do find it interesting that she's apparently quite unpopular amongst the Gym leader for her strict management. I don't think we ever had an in-universe unpopular Champion before.

My favorite part of the game was undoubtedly exploring the region with my Pokemon! Taking on the Gyms was more of a chore I had to do to be able to catch and train higher leveled Pokemon but I gotta say, the Gym challenges were always really fun and sometimes I reseted my game just to play the mini-games again :D

But I THINK I spent the most time trying to take selfies and pictures of me and my Pokemon whenever something fun happened or I found a really nice location or the sun was about to set. Taking photos is a HUGE hobby of mine and games that give me this kind of freedom with the photo-option are a HUGE plus in my book (You have NO idea how much time I spent in the USUM Photo Club Mini game)

I gotta say tho the Pokemon of this Region...?

BIGGEST weak point in my opinion. WEIRDEST bunch I've ever seen. Weird doesn't always have to mean BAD but in this case...yeah no there were a lot of weird AND bad ones in there, sometimes great concepts but VERY STRANGE execution that left a lot to be desired for me personally.

I was very open to what kind of Pokemon I would catch in this game. I ended up having only ONE new Paldean Pokemon on my team. And it wasn't even an all new Pokemon, it was Paldean TAUROS :'D Gotta say tho, I never cared THIS much about Tauros before. REALLY love my big black bull (ye I have the regular one, the rare ones are cool but I fell in love with this big fella)

I had a Kilowattrel and Amarouge on my team for a bit, but I switched them out after a while, I was really hoping I'd click with Amarouge more, but in the end I gave space for old and familiar faces instead. Kilowattrel I really like tho! But the fact I could walk around and interact with some of my favorite Pokemon overworld made me SO obsessed with adding them onto my team, THIS is the kind of Pokemon experience I've been waiting for for quite a while :DD

I haven't played through post game yet and I haven't finished all of the school classes yet, but I'm looking forward to complete them, as the cast of this game is really vast and fun!

In case of the comics however, just like with Galar I don't think we'll see an inclusion of this region within the story. Given the narrative of Scarlet and Violet, it would also be difficult to tie in its story with those of EAA and to be honest - I know you guys want to see El and her friends in other regions, which is very sweet, I'm happy you care so much about her that you want to see them travel around the world! But...I NEVER felt the desire to make this comic a world travel tour and I don't really understand where this idea came from that so many people expect El to leave Alola any time soon :'D

"El's Alolan Adventures" will continue to be about El's Adventures in Alola :'D I still love Alola and since El is currently Alolas Champion, she doesn't have any plans to leave the region any time soon and there are still SO many stories to tell with the cast of the Alola region! DON'T FORGET Gladion's Arc I still need to finish!!

HOWEVER

I THINK it's a fair assumption that you'll definitely see SOME fanart from me for this region :D In fact, you can already see my first (ANIMATED) piece on patreon! ☺️

AND I'll show a few more of my "travel pictures" as I've taken...A LOT of them... BUT YEAH Pokemon Scarlet, best main-line game since Sun and Moon for me!! OH and Legends of Arceus was REALLY FUN too of course

[wyn-n-tonic]

Transference

Word Count: 2.6k+ Pairing: Rhett Abbott x f!reader Warnings: Unprotected PiV but not graphic. Playing fast and loose (mostly loose) with vampire lore. Author's Note: If Stephanie Meyer can make them sparkle, I can make them ranchers.

“COWS?!”

He nods his head.

“You sound fucking insane, Rhett.” 

“Do I? You ever think about how we’ve only been on dates that don’t involve food?” 

“You are so full of shit.”

“Or how my family works the ranch at night or how my dad’s a little strange?”

Your arms wrap around your body. “And that’s supposed to mean you’re a vampire? God, baby, I know it’s called Devil’s Night, but you gotta execute this prank shit better. What’s next?” Your eyebrows pinch. “You gonna tell me you’re, like, a hundred years old?”

Rhett laughs. “Close to it.” 

“God,” you roll your eyes. “My daddy already hates that you’re older than me, he’s absolutely gonna lose his shit when he finds out that Rhett Abbott is”—you throw your hands out—“immortal.” 

“You think this is funny?” He asks. “I could rip your throat out right now if I wanted to.”

“You’re a man, sweetheart,” you say, sitting down on the couch. “Men could always rip out the throats of women and, yet, we still go home with you praying that you won’t. And now look at us.”

“You've never wondered about how I can go so many rounds between your legs?”

“Well,” you watch as he walks towards you, low light glinting off his belt buckle, “honestly I just figured you were the well practiced man that everybody said you were.” You gasp, “Rhett Abbott, did you fuck those girls moms in the eighties and their moms before them in the fifties.”

“Probably some of their dads too.”

Shaking your head, you lean over and begin to slip your shoes off, half a buckle on your heels undone before his hand catches yours. He’s kneeling in front of you, both knees pushed into the hard, wooden floor and lifts your ankle closer to him to begin pulling at the straps.

“A vampire with a foot fetish? How original.”

A smile splits his face. “Is that part of the lore now?”

“It's my understanding,” you tell him, fingers slipping into hair, “that backstory doesn’t have to be factual for something that is fake.”

“Fake, huh?”

Rhett pulls your shoes off and places them gently to the side, always so quiet and gentle despite what others may think of him, before running both hands up the length of your leg. Lips press to your knee as he shuffles closer, bending almost in prayer towards you.

“I'll let you make silly jokes more often,” you begin, “if this is how soft you behave for me.”

Laughter falls out of his open mouth, tongue flattening against the skin of your thigh. His grip tightens in its hold around your knee. “Soft, huh?” Kisses increase in pressure, pushing his face in so close you can feel his eyelashes fluttering against the sensitive skin.

“Mm.” You’re about to fall against the back of the couch, about to let your legs spread wide for him, when a sharp pain jolts through your body beneath his mouth. “What the fuck, Rhett?”

He looks up, a hint of red on his lips and lifts one eyebrow. “Am I still soft and fake to you, sweetheart?”

“You bit me?”

Flattening his palm, he smooths it up the length of your inner thigh and leans back in. “Don't worry, baby, I’ll make the pain stop soon.” 

“What does that ev—oh.” 

Everything becomes very sharp as he kisses down on the sting of the puncture wounds he left in your leg, very bright until all the edges begin to dull between the sucking motion of his mouth and the soothing movement of his thumb drawing little circles over and over. 

The grip you have on his hair is slipping, breath weakening as waves crash between your ears. You’re leaning back on the couch when the heel of his palm presses hard between your legs, grounding you back in place. 

Continuing to rub against your core, Rhett licks out against your thigh and everything is so cold.

“What the fuck was that, Rhett?” 

Light reflects off his impossibly blue eyes as he looks up, lips pulled upward on one side, and he pushes himself towards you. “I don’t lie to you, baby,” he whispers against your lips. “I might withhold the truth, but I don’t lie to you.” 

The tin can taste on his tongue proves as much when it darts out against yours, mouth opening easily beneath his. Your head is still light, easily manipulated in his hold. 

He pulls away before you’ve fully registered the weight of him against you, still grasping for a bit of purchase on reality, and he’s back on his knees when you open your eyes again.

“Am I still bleeding?” 

“No,” he shakes his head. “Wound's not even there anymore.”

“Then how do I know it was real?”

He shrugs. “Would it be any more real if you saw the marks? You’d probably have another reasonable explanation like I just decided to stab you for a prank.” 

"Isn't that what you did do, though?” You ask him. “Did you not make me bleed for the bit?” 

Hands wrap around your hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, and nails bite into your skin. “I just told you I don’t lie to you.” He slips the fabric down your legs. “When would I have found time to stab you? And if I stabbed you, why wouldn’t I finish the job, huh? Why would I be trying to”—one hand wraps around each of your knees and he pushes them apart—“get at this beautiful little cunt instead?” 

“Rhett…”

He presses his lips back into the spot that stung with pain moments ago and moans into the skin. “There's a part of you that believes me,” he says, kissing his way up your leg. “There’s a transference in the blood. I can feel you and hear you—inside of you, all of you—just by taking in the smallest amount.” 

Looking up, he finally kisses down on your mound, one hand landing across your lower belly to keep you down against the cushions of the couch. Everything’s still been that floaty feeling until now, a moment of pure clarity. Whatever he did, whatever the fuck it may mean, you’ve never felt this needy for him. Or this nervous

“Rhett.”

His name is punched out on half a breath and he glances up at you with a smile in his eyes as he moves down to kiss against you.

“Relax,” he throws up to your ears.

You can’t. Every part of your body is tensed up with him between your legs looking like this—like he could eat you. After all, is that not what he’s saying he can do?

He sits back on his heels again, “are you scared?��

Unsure of what you are, you shake your head. “Why would I be scared? It’s not like we haven’t fucked before, Rhett.” 

Capable, callused hands cover the backs of yours, both of them clawed into the cushion at your side. “We've fucked plenty, sweetheart,” he agrees. “But my teeth have never been involved and your blood certainly hasn’t.” His eyes dart down to the apex of your thighs, exposed and on display for him, and smiles. “Well, that’s not exactly true but I hope you understand what I mean.” 

You don’t.

With your head so full of cotton again, you barely register the small, circular motion of his thumbs against the pulse point of each wrist. Don’t even know when he flipped your palms upward towards the ceiling.

“Rhett, did you give me something?”

“Well, I think I may have bitten you a little too hard,” he says, eyes searching your face. “That's my fault, sweetheart. I should’ve gone easier on you”—he shrugs—“I probably shouldn’t have bitten your femoral artery either but here we are. I fucked up, I’m sorry. I haven’t done this in a while.” 

“What do you mean you haven’t done this in a while?”

Rhett shrugs. “Bitten somebody ‘cause I love them.”

“You're being serious.”

“I already told you, sweetheart, I don’t lie to you.” 

“Then what is this, Rhett?” 

Between your legs, as he rises to his feet, his shadow falls over you in the soft light of the living room. “Honey, I—“ Running his hand across chin, he looses a half-choked sound from somewhere deep in his chest and leans back down towards you. “I’m trying to tell you what I am because I love you and I think you deserve it.”

“A monster?”

He nods, so close the tip of his nose runs against your own. “If that’s how you want to see me, sure.”

A beat passes and then another, his lips ghosting across your skin as he crawls over you and plants his knees into the cushion—one on each side of your hips.

“You sound sad.”

Two large hands frame your face rough calluses, from years—and years—of ranch hand and wrangling work, sliding across your sensitive windburned cheeks and smiles. “Little bit, baby,” he affirms, whispering into the cup of your mouth as he opens it with his own. “Little bit.” 

This isn’t kissing, not really. He’s holding you against him, mouth still over yours as his body folds into you.

“Why are you sad, Rhett?” You ask, fingers trailing up his ribcage. “Hmm? Did I make you sad?” 

“No, baby. I just thought this conversation would go different.”

Shushing you when you try to speak again, Rhett nudges your knee with his, encouraging you to open up for him, as his hands drop to your hips. By the time he readjusts himself, he’s pulled you up his body, rough jeans scraping against your sensitive core before pushing the flat of his cool belt buckle down on you.

“When I tell you I’m being serious,” he says, maneuvering his hand between the buckle and your heat, “I’m being serious.”

He catches your breath when he pushes in, the flat of his palm pressing down into your belly. When he bites your lip, there’s a sting to it followed by the taste of iron and that same intense feeling clouds up behind your eyes.

“My darling girl,” he whispers, his pace building steady, “I want you to know me—”

“Okay.”

“I want you to understand me,” he continues. “This is understanding me”—he pulls a high pitched whine from your throat on next thrust—“it might not be a well kept secret but that doesn’t mean I go around just telling anybody this shit. Okay?”

Crashing waves sound off between your ears, losing every other word he gives until all you can do is nod and hold on. 

“You never wondered why I never pull out?” He goes on. “Never wondered why I don’t sleep when I’m with you, huh? His words are stunted with every thrust, falling against soft skin and tear stained cheeks. “Hey, hey, what are these?” He raises his hand to sweep the saltwater away with the back of his fingers. “Baby, am I hurting you?”

Maybe you’re shaking your head but you don’t know, the whole room is spinning and his cock is the only constant. “No,” you finally tell him, small hand wrapping around his, “you just feel so-so good, Rhett.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“For what?”

He shakes his head and leans down to kiss your temple. “I told you I think I bit a little too hard. Like I said, it’s been a while since I bit somebody I loved.”

“And what happened to them?” You ask. “Why aren’t they sitting here with you between their legs right now, Rhett Abbott?” 

Everything—every movement, every word, every breath—stills as he looks down with something like fear in his eyes. “Because I bit them too hard.”

And that’s it. It has to be. He’s not a good actor or a good liar, you know that  even on your dizziest days.

“How are you not cold?” You ask him. “You’re always so fucking warm, Rhett. How are you not cold?” 

Laughing, he catches your lips again, head cradled gently in his hand as he starts building pace again. “Don't ask me to explain the specifics, baby girl. Just take it like I know you can right now and then maybe you can tell me just—fuck,” his hips stutter. “Maybe you can tell me just what the fuck I did to that pretty little head of yours,” he continues, “to make you grip me this tight.”

It feels like it’s been hours.

“Baby—“

“Shh. I fucking love you.”

Rhett nibbles into your jaw and down to your neck, teeth scraping across your fevered skin and replaced by his tongue on the return as head rush after head rush pulses through you.

The sounds between you both mute out to nothing as he speeds up, heat and cold and heat again running in your veins. You don’t even feel it when it hits, can only hear the quiet sobbing he’s covering with his own body until there's a tight groan fed back into you.

“Rhett, I—“

“No, stop. We can talk about it later.”

“But—“

“I know what you’re gonna ask,” he interrupts again. “I can hear you, remember? I can feel you.”

“You have fucked my brain,” you tell him. “I can’t feel my body.”

“Only me, right?”

“Only you,” you affirm.

“That's us, honey,” he whispers back, sweeping hair from your forehead. “That’s both of us together.”

Arms crossing around your back, he moves to lay you down against the cushions while he slips from between your legs. “I'll be right back,” he says, tucking himself back into his pants.

Time moves slower without him hovering over you, body temperature changing rapidly from hot to cold to hot again as you curl into the back of the couch. As your eyes slip closed, those same rough hands find you again to slide up your legs and back below your skirt.

“What—“

“It’s barely been an hour since we got home, baby.”

You nod, head falling easily back against the soft seat of the couch. Soft mouth sounds fall on your ears before you can even comment on the wet washcloth between your legs, almost seeming to change temperature as fast as you.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, Rhett?”

He squeezes himself behind you, chest flat and strong against your back and buries his nose into your hair.

“Yes,” he answers before you can ask if he can still smell. “And my question was gonna be if I’ve made you feel unsafe,” he breathes deep again, lips ghosting the shell of your ear with his impossibly low voice. “At all, ya know… ever.”

“No.”

“Okay.”

Vulnerability permeates the space between you, palpable even in half sleep, and you push closer to the covered pillows in an attempt to make room. 

“So you bit too hard?” You ask, a soft hum of affirmation buzzing against your neck before you’ve even finished. “Did they—“

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he cuts you off. “We’re here together now, that’s what matters.”

“Okay.”

He presses kiss after kiss into the crown of your head, thumb sweeping gentle circles into your breast bone over your clothes. Everything is evening back out again—your breathing, your heartbeat, the goosebumps on your arms—replaced by a dull ache everywhere his mouth had been.

Energy bursts through you and you sit up, looking down at Rhett, halfway off the edge of the couch now, the fabric of his shirt twisting between your fingers as every comes back into focus.

His eyes are wide in question as he tries to push himself up beside you but he can’t even get a word out of his mouth before you beat him to it.

“DID YOU SAY YOU SURVIVE OFF COWS?!” 

[decaf-mother]

"Intertwined"

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Part 4 | Part 6

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OCs x F!Reader

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You are a young woman who also happens to be a witch- ending up with you in a college of mythical beings... {This story is gonna be silly chaos and will be aimed at my fellow bisexuals.}

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Warnings: Blood, Violence, Animal Death, Angst

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You stumble helplessly through the woods as thick briars snag at your delicate flesh, feet bare as your shoes were discarded long ago. Everything hurts and yet there is no one near to help, the trail of blood you leave bound to attract whatever lurks in the shadows.

A howl rings out into the night and you take off again, knees nearly giving out but you must push on, the steady thump of four feet gaining on you. You can't out run this.

Fight. Fight. Fight.

You get flung haphazardly down a hill a stump catching the side of your leg on the way down, leaves and dirt caking all your freshly opened wounds and bruises blooming quickly.

Little sobs lost in the dark and you cannot drag yourself to your feet, the frame of a particularly large gray wolf roughly pinning you to the ground, your kicks and hits doing nothing to remotely faze the creature.

Please. Not ready to die yet.

You wished so hard you had gained better control of your powers by now, sharp teeth diving in for your neck, maw ready to rip your throat out and eat your flesh from your bones.

Somebody help me... I'm scared.

Instead of your own crimson essence leaking across the forest soil, you are met with the warm splatter of the wolves demise. Drops of red paint your cheeks while your eyes go wide, the wolves head practically ripped from its body and the corpse tossed aside like a meaningless doll.

Kneeling over you.... Those hazel eyes with mesmerizing flecks of color swirling within them, you don't dare look away.

The same hands that ripped a creature apart so effortlessly, gently wipes the drops of blood from your cheek.

Warm tingling touch.

"Shush now... I'm here, darling."

"Sev... How did you...?"

"You called for me."

"But I didn't..."

"Rest easy... Nothing may touch your dreams again."

It all drifts into nothingness and soon you are woken by your alarm, sitting up and glancing around your room. You yank off your covers and search yourself for injuries, also half expecting Sev to somehow be here with you.

You rub at your face and let out a little groan.

"What the fuck was that???"

••

Breakfast this morning was nothing out of the ordinary... Well, for this place anyways.

Though as you stand and move to exit the room, you hear the sound of muffled arguing. Normally you would mind your own business but... The voices sound familiar.

Slowly you approach the doors leading to the library, leaning in close you can make out the sound of Alexi's smooth tone. Eavesdropping? Really?

"Enough!!!"

She snaps rather loudly at whoever she's talking to, the soft and friendly voice you've come to know as Cassian then speaks up- but his tone is cold and bitter... Something you couldn't imagine from the bubbly ghost.

"Or what? You'll kill me twice?"

A slight pause follows.

"That's not..."

Before Alexi can finish Cassian is gone and you quickly pull away from the door, you stumble into a table nearby... Fuck- why are you so clumsy?!?

Within a split second Alexi is right behind you, she acts as though she didn't just have an intense argument- right back to her usual flirty self.

"It seems like you want me to catch you, hm?"

You quickly straighten up and turn to face her, offering an awkward smile and laugh.

"Uh um... Just- I'm just really clumsy, okay?"

"I can see that."

She takes your hand into hers but you instinctively pull away. Several thoughts race through your mind but most of them drift back to Cassian.

'Kill me twice'

What did he mean by that?

"Are you-"

"I'm sorry. I gotta go."

You turn and leave Alexi standing there and she almost seems... Hurt. She fears she scared you away. She didn't mean to.

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[quincyhorst]

Some Concering Things About (Manga) Samuel Mayo: The Post

Some add-on to the previous Samuel post. This draft was originally meant to combine his profile analysis too, yet that ended up being dispersed in previous posts. So this will be focusing only on manga!Samuel and few stuff I originally wanted to say on his backstory.

Overall... Samuel in the overall Yabuten manga is weird. He just randomly goes to bully some keeper children just because of their nationality (🤨), shoots twice to flex on them, and gets humilliated in BOTH occassions. And worst part is that we just don't see him again...

But while I was reading his chapter, there's some particular things that stood out with me.

First off the initial context; Samuel comes to Endou during his quest of catching 100 shoots. When he appears, he seems to inspire fear on the crowd, to the point one of the passerbies straight up introduces him the following way:

アイツ��激しいプレイでたくさんのケガ人を出しているあぶないFWだ！ He is a dangerous forward who has injured many people through his intense play!

DeePL translates this phrase quite differently, but I do believe that Google Translate's the more accurate one, mainly because the word "ケガ人" means wounded person. Either way, I feel like you know what's going on: Samuel has injured many, many people on the field, enough for even some random to know about it. Worrying.

(He also very rude towards footballs >:( )

Also, said previous passerby also tries to warn Endou when he accepts to catch Samuel's shoot.

あいつのシュートは危険だ！ That guy's shot is dangerous!

For a non-player to be THAT worried of Samuel and his aggresive play, it makes one wonder 1- How did RM pass to Liocott on this specific scenario, BUT ALSO 2- Why Samuel does keep his position on a national selection. Seriously (Unless he got a red card and this is his way of coping. LMAO)

One last line that honestly concerns me a lot comes from Samuel himself after he uses his hissatsu Dragon Ground/Land Dragon/whatever.

荒ぶる牛をも倒すこのシュート。 "This shot can knock down even a raging cow."

...I genuinely don't want to know HOW he came to that conclusion. I really don't want to.

I'm aware this is Inazuma, the franchise where 13 year old bear killers exist, plus some instances where animals are fought on by other characters. And to add, we're ALSO at the Tenya Yabuno manga, where things are more hashtag hardcore. So it wouldn't be too surprising (Although horrifying) that in that Ina11's Spain there might have happened the situation of literal soccer bullfighting.

I mean, in the same manga Endou brings a bull to train... Who knows, maybe Red Matador did the same too, but it went south (?

Either way, I think that's all what we gotta say about Samu for now. If his manga profile truly shows the personality he's meant to have, then that's... Something to say the least. Specially when removing the backstory I did for him. I actually don't know to say if I like him or not.

But hey... Remember that every medium of Ina11 tends to play by its own rules at times, so... You don't have to worry much if you want to go a different route than what's shown here.

Personally, in my setting Samuel is a bit too rough when attacking, yes, but not enough to cause actual injuries. </3

...Okay, bye for now. Here's a random happy Samuel for ya >:D

Bonus.

We in Spain are called 'red matadors'.

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[cewyll]

hii! i found your blog by accident and i'm mesmerized. i used to play rp on twitter and i really wanted to start doing the same here but idk where to start. could you please give me some tips?

oh hey, thank you so much for reaching out! :D i'll admit i'm not as active on this blog as on others, but it makes me happy to have reached you nonetheless. <3

i'd be delighted to give you some tips to start out! it's definitely a process that feels a bit alien at first, but over time you get a feel for it. :>

i am soooo sorry in advance, this is going to be super long — you picked a wordy bitch to ask 😂 but i'll try to format this in a way that's easier to read!

take your time to go through stuff & no need to read or absorb it all right away. feel free to keep this post bookmarked to look back on whenever you need it as well.

💖 welcome to raine's stupidly-long guide to starting tumblr rp! 💖 qualification: i've had this blog for 11 years. fml disclaimer: still all just from my perspective, i'm just one gal with opinions hehe

start out by making a new blog for your character. (i wouldn't recommend starting out with a sideblog personally, since you can't send asks from them). choose a url that feels relevant. i'm always a fan of the ol "smush two words together that sound nice" technique — ie, my other blogs are huntershowl and icarusplunged — which never seems to fully go out of style. really you can do whatever feels right to you :)

the most important part of setting up an rp blog is creating a rules page and, if you're writing an OC, an about page. the rules set up your boundaries, your wants and don't wants, anything you want someone to know before they follow you. the about page should give new partners everything they need to know about your character — personality, appearance, setting/lore, any backstory you want to display publicly.

feel free to look around at different rpers' rules pages and use them as inspiration! as long as nothing is copypasted and everything is your own original content, which brings me to etiquette.

etiquette!

'tis largely an Unspoken Thing in the rpc (rp community), and breaching it can def make people feel uncomfortable (even though that's something that Should be in rules pages, most of us forget haha). here are the things i can think of off the top of my head:

the way to reach out to new people is simply to follow them. that's all you gotta do! if they don't follow back, don't push, just unfollow them after a few weeks and move on. it's almost never personal!

in that vein, if someone's blog is private/selective/mutuals-only, wait to interact until they follow back.

once they do, it's up to you how you want to move forward — usually i'll wait until they post some sort of interaction call for you to like. a starter call, a plotting call, orrrr if they reblog an ask meme (which is like a list of sentence prompts! you can choose one from the list and send it as an ask, which they can use as an rp starter.) you can also just IM them though :)

don't reblog non-rp content (ask memes, quotes/imagery, etc) directly from another rp blog, it clogs up their notifications! just reblog from the original post instead.

don't interact with other people's threads (liking or reblogging, but feel free to read them and talk about them ooc!), and only respond to a starter if it's labeled as open — otherwise it was probably written for another rper specifically.

try not to prod people too hard if they haven't responded in a while. some folks are okay with being reminded about a forgotten thread a few weeks after replies stall out.

always tag nsft (not safe for tumblr, the other acronym gets flagged/hidden) and very upsetting content — gore, SA or abuse mentions, etc. i've seen some people starting to use "dead dove do not eat" as a catch-all for super dark content, but honestly that phrase gives me the heebiest of jeebies so i prefer to go with individual tags

general platformless rp etiquette rules apply: don't steal other people's content, don't assume or control the other character's actions/thoughts/etc.

be kind to each other, most of all. communicate when you have a problem with someone, rather than making a vague/callout post about them. that being said, i'm a proponent of the block button — blocking people is okay! it's not a big deal. this is a hobby space and no one is entitled to you. advocate for yourself!!

okay that was a long section, whew! lil break. take a sip of water. have a snack mayhaps.

now: RP STRUCTURE (the fun part)

we don't really do "script" style rp on tumblr — it'll usually, if not always, be in prose/paragraph form. formatting is a fun touch, but not necessary. as you can see, i'm using small text here with some little chunks of text in bold/italic or regular size text to add some visual interest. again, not necessary! experiment, figure out what you like!

lots of people will use icons of different sizes — 100x100 is the most common, but they really do vary. i would suggest going smaller rather than bigger (like don't use full post-width gifs or icons, try to keep them under half the size of the post? that's the most common vibe at least.)

icons can be used to "illustrate" your character's expression among a bunch of text, if you want Visual Spice. but they are soooo not necessary! totally up to you.

here are some examples of my icon styling!

there are lots of rp resources out here for cool coloring psd's and graphic templates for ya blog. create something fun and pretty that you like! <3

to reply to a thread, reblog it and add your post.

important: i highly recommend downloading and installing XKIT in your browser. it's an extension that lets you trim posts to the last two reblogs (common around here), customize your blog experience, and just makes it a lot easier to exist on tumblr haha.

ummmm i think that's it actually! you're finally free of my rambling. i really hope this helped!! please let me know if you have any questions, and gimme a follow when you start up a blog — i'd be happy to help you out however i can.

[quillyfied]

Hellaverse Theories: Helluva Boss S2E5

Welcome to Quilly’s Hellaverse Theories, where I overthink the entire Hellaverse! Now, like most people, Unhappy Campers is not a favorite episode of mine, but the more I’ve sat through and watched it (muscling through the secondhand embarrassment of Moxxie’s fucking whiny insecurity), the more I’ve found plenty of material to love. Shorter post than any other I’ll make for an episode in season 2, I’m willing to bet! By a very wide margin!!

Let’s go, Helluva Boss s2e5!

It is VERY unkind of Spindlehorse for them to start this episode, the one after Stolas gets very hurt, with Blitzo sneaking into a building in Sloth…only for it to be a rehabilitation center and not Stolas’ hospital room. RUDE, in fact.

Though Blitzo’s banter with the nurse is indeed priceless.

Even more priceless because it’s giving out highly valuable Blitzo backstory tidbits: the fact that the nurse calls him a deadbeat (when he’s been running a pretty successful business for five years, “successful” meaning that they haven’t been shut down and they do have an office they work out of; means “deadbeat” was his reputation for much longer before that, and couple it with how people at Bee’s party knew him from way back when and his propensity to tear it up at a party…painting a pretty clear picture of what Blitzo’s twenties were like), the fact that Barb checked out MONTHS ago, Blitzo’s panic at trying to get inside as quickly as he can only to be MONTHS LATE, the nurse getting real with him for a minute and trying to tell him to leave Barb alone because she’s got her life together now, the fact that THE NURSE KNOWS ABOUT THE SILENT O—SO MUCH TO CHEW ON, FOLKS. And Blitzo’s immediate disregard is also interesting. What bug crawled up his butt that he needs to find Barb right now immediately when he hasn’t checked in on her in months?

Can we talk about the great misfortune of this poor sinner to be water-themed when they couldn’t swim when they were alive? Clearly not afraid of water, if they went out in a boat by themself, but still, can’t swim and you come back as a cool aquatic demon? Ouch. Or possibly cool. Can they swim now? Or tolerate water? Does it matter?

I love that even as Blitzo is kicking Moxxie out of his office, he still retains the important details enough to know exactly what Moxxie is up to when they run into each other in the living world. Also: there are multiple corkboards in Blitzo’s office, with many strings and papers. We don’t get even passing details about them so I don’t think they’re all that important, but they do catch my attention.

Many people have complained that once again this is a Moxxie-centric episode, but frankly, it’s not; it’s Moxxie AND Millie-centric. Millie’s struggles this episode aren’t nearly as strident and whiny, but they’re just as real. (Also please note that even as I’m calling Moxxie whiny, it’s with greatest affection.) This episode is about their relationship and how even though they’re solid, they’re great—they aren’t perfect. And that’s okay. More than okay, that’s damn healthy.

Barb’s profile lists acrobatics, endurance, stealth, improv, and labor as her work experience skills. That’s a fascinating list, actually. Especially the acrobatics and improv. I also find it interesting that it’s a sinner that gets Blitzo in touch with someone who can lead him to Barb (as hinted by “if we ever get a contract on your children, we’ll make it quick and painless.” They don’t do contracts for Hellborn anymore. Gotta be a sinner. And a sinner who’s been there a while and maybe lived a full life beforehand. Though how a tip-off from a sinner leads Blitzo to Sloth is…interesting.)

Moxxie wants so hard to be a better leader and more organized killer than Blitzo. He just doesn’t realize that Blitzo’s disorganization and chaotic energy doesn’t detract from the fact that he’s really damn good at his job and in fact adds to it. Moxxie’s got control issues he needs to work on if he wants to get put in charge more often, frankly. And while he has good dramatic instincts…he isn’t ready to be Moxxine. Moxxine is the type of girl you are when you have ACTUAL confidence, not desperate blazing insecurity that you’re trying to cover up with a veneer of arrogance. Millerd is successful where Moxxine isn’t because Millerd (Millie) isn’t trying. It’s effortless charisma. Moxxine DRIPS with try-hard energy. And trying to further mask that with spotlight-hogging and self-centeredness just makes it backfire worse. It’s funny to watch Moxxie’s bad luck in action over and over and over this episode, but also, there’s a real reason why Moxxine fails in the field, and it has everything to do with Moxxie’s inability to listen to Millie and relinquish his perceived control of the situation. If Moxxine was even a little tiny bit genuine and not just asserting her own popularity despite her complete lack of convincing proof, she would have had a much easier time that week.

But I’m getting a little bit ahead of myself. Right now, Moxxie is excited and Millie is trying to be supportive, because even when she’s right, she knows it’s important to Moxxie that he gets to be in charge on this mission (and not least because they just dealt with his whole dad situation and he could use the confidence boost).

Though Millie does have what Blitzo has and Moxxie still hasn’t developed: killer instinct. She’s right on the money about their guy and has been the entire time. But she’s also a good friend and wife and she’s gonna do her best to support Moxxie. While expecting Moxxie to do the same for her, obviously. This isn’t gonna backfire.

Oh shit. Just paused to take a look at the “Missing” posters on the boathouse wall and just noticed that we can see Barb’s human disguise eye peering through the darkness, keeping watch. Nice. It’s got white sclera but it does still glow like imp eyes as it narrows. Almost seems like she can see Moxxie and Millie, too (she can’t, she’s surprised by Moxxie’s existence when he shows up at the end of the episode, but still).

…I know Moxxie is wearing a bra as Moxxine this entire week, but did he stuff it? Because his chest jiggles a little too much for just slapping a tube top over his regular chest. (blah blah blah flat tummy fat deposits science blah blah whatever)

It does NOT help that Moxxine’s voice is nails on a chalkboard but I can’t fault Richard Steven Horovitz from having fun when his vocal range can do THAT. Also: Moxxie is also a bit of a know-it-all showoff. He worked HARD on this backstory, dammit, but it doesn’t mean he knows how to make friends, and infodumping about himself like he’s sharing his new character at a dnd game is NOT how you approach the popular kids, dude.

The guy that Blitzo is interrogating for information about Barb looks…weirdly human. He isn’t, but he looks like a cameo character. Also very funny to me that he seems to work in a drug store (using that term very literally in this case) and has completely scarred-white hands. SOMEBODY wasn’t cooking with gloves.

Millie deserves this week, okay. And getting jealous of a partner who’s going through a good time when you’re going through a bad one is perfectly normal, so Moxxie getting upset is understandable. But just because he’s upset doesn’t give him the right to stomp on Millie’s good time, and I’m glad that they not only covered that in this episode, but showed Moxxie really apologizing and making up for his bad behavior. And it’s kinda heartbreaking that this might be the first time Millie has ever been valued for something outside of her natural killing ability (except for with Moxxie, who finds her assassin skills hot but that’s not why they got married), where she’s loved instead of feared.

Moxxie’s “not exactly low profile” comment is driven by jealousy, but he isn’t wrong. That’s right, folks, time once again for my steadily growing “IMP AND STOLAS ARE GOING TO HELL JAIL” theory! Because Millie does a good job of keeping her horns and tail covered, but her skin tone can’t be helped, and if there’s SOMEONE, like a SPECIALIZED DEMON-HUNTING HUMAN AGENCY, keeping tabs on stuff like this, Millie wouldn’t exactly slip through the radar. Especially since she’s not doing anything to change her face, and all of IMP’s faces are definitely known. Millerd trending as a week-long internet sensation and ending with what the humans think is an incestuous public sex romp is, uh…troubling. From an evidence standpoint. Not low-profile doesn’t really begin to cover it.

It is SO SAD that Moxxie and Millie are trying even though they both know a bigger fight is brewing. I mean, sad, but also…nice? It’s sad because dramatic irony, it’s not gonna work, but nice because even as they’re increasingly at odds with each other they’re still trying to support each other and talk through it rather than fighting. I just really like seeing more realistic relationship portrayals in media okay (and if not realistic, than at least…just better, y’know? Not resorting to tired comphet humor?).

…okay I’ve been hiding my face for WAY too many watchthroughs of this show, apparently even the first one, because HOW DID I MISS MOXXIE STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GODDAMN CAMPFIRE AND HALF MELTING OFF HIS MAKEUP AND FREAKING EVERYBODY THE EFF OUT?? Millie taking over with a sick banjo solo is practically damage control at that point.

“It’s just my time of the month!” “Honey…no.” UNDERRATED COMEDY. Period jokes are always funny, I don’t care who you are. (I do. They’re not. But this one is.)

Moxxie really is trying, too, but the fact that he keeps getting smacked down should clue him in at some point that the reason he’s having a hard time and Millie is having a good time is…maybe for a reason? Life doesn’t always work like that, and a lot of Moxxie’s problems that week aren’t his fault, but the fundamental issues are still there and haven’t been addressed or resolved: Moxxie needing control, Millie needing validation. And here we have the culmination of it all: Moxxie’s jealousy and frustration leading him to lash out, and Millie’s hurt finally getting her to take the kid gloves off and slap him with some cold hard reality. She isn’t mean about it, but it’s what he needs. And that prompts him to give her what she needs: some real, actual support, not just the screaming adoration of randos that are nice but don’t actually matter.

And a smash cut back to Blitzo threatening somebody ELSE in an alleyway—might be Lust? The dumpster isn’t lit up, but there are heart lights over the bars on the windows of whatever building they’re next to and puddles on the ground, so Lust is a good bet. Besides. Asmodean Crystal. Usually carried by Lust demons. Apparently in convenient butt plug shape that still somehow get lost up in the tailpipe.

…y’know. For how much he’s fucked up this episode. Moxxie knows how to make a grand romantic gesture when he needs to. Not just the public praise that nearly blows their cover, but ACTUALLY LISTENING TO MILLIE. That’s the real apology right there: letting go of his need to control. (Which is why Moxxie is a better person than his father will ever be, one of MANY MANY MANY reasons.)

…huh. Barbie calls him Blitz. I never picked up on that. So it’s just Verosika that calls him BlitzO and he doesn’t correct her on it. HOW VERY INTERESTING. (I mean kinda, Barb calls him BlitzO later in this same episode, but the fact that the first thing she calls him when she sees him in months, maybe even years, is his silent-O name is fascinating.)

…guys I’m too scared to google it, is H-8 a real thing or a Hell thing? There’s posters of it in the background of Hell at some point (forget where…might be in one of the upcoming episodes?), but. Uh. The fact that a drug that’s considered destructively addictive in HELL being called something that could be read as “hate” amuses me greatly, actually. Also “Fuck no, it’s just heroin.” “Oh thank Satan” is one of the funnier jokes in the show and we should all just admit that.

Putting Barb back in her demon form for her to go “Come on, BlitzO, haven’t you fucked my life up enough already?” is just…a low blow. Because the human disguise is great but her true form really hammers home that this is Blitzo’s twin sister, y’know? This is the same person with him on a poster declaring them the incredible imp twins. This is the same smiling little kid with him in a picture with his mom. How they got from there to here is…not something we know, but I hope we get to one day.

Putting Blitzo in the middle of Moxxie and Barb is just…messy and funny in a sad way, y’know? (And not just because Blitzo is the one that keeps getting hurt trying to stop them from hurting each other, right up until the moment when Barb is just strangling him as Moxxie advances on the target.) Because they need to finish the job to get paid and keep their business reputation up. But Barb having a stable job and staying out of rehab isn’t a small thing for her, either, so fucking that up would be a dick move. There’s no way to win for Blitzo here. Especially given that the game was rigged against him from the start: Barb doesn’t want to see him. Ever. EVER. And just like Fizz next episode, she touches him on the pendant that I think we are about to find out belonged to their mother, if we don’t know already. There’s more behind Barb and Blitzo’s fucked up relationship than we get to know here, but I also want to take Unhappy Campers and put it next to Oops and compare how while Blitzo doesn’t get to fix his relationship with Barb (and she’s definitely entitled to not wanting to fix it either, we don’t know everything that happened but I don’t think it’s just their mother’s death between them that’s rotten)…he DOES get to fix it with Fizz. Which is HUGE for him. And for Fizz, frankly!!

But more on that next episode! Right now we gotta cheer for Millie and her sick concert!

Only to look on in shock and horror as Millerd RealBoy and his weird gross sister Moxxine get it on in front of thousands of screaming people and their phones! (And they don’t show it, exactly, but the way clothes go flying…some stuff is about to get exposed and I do NOT mean their junk.)

Ah, that was fun. Still hoping that Millie gets something closer to a solo episode in the future (and the fact that she’s getting a solo episode with Blitzo and it’s the HALLOWEEN EPISODE?? HERE FOR IT READY FOR IT LET’S GOOOOOO—), but showing that even a “perfect” relationship like MnM’s still takes work is such a good thing to show, y’know?

ALRIGHT ENOUGH ABOUT THEM TIME FOR A DOUBLE SHOT OF FIZZAROLLI. LET’S GO FOLKS.

[unusual-raccoon]

Hi! It’s me 🌚 I had a thought I just had to share. I just finished zooming through all your Frank and Billy stuff (fantastic work as per usual) and my mind decided to work over time to produce this: modern JaceLuke but they have to do a mandatory military service as part of inheriting their titles. They’re supposed to be kept out of danger, but Otto has friends in high places and they get posted to some pretty fucked up missions. Cue them developing the same kind of codependency we see with Frank and Billy. Like can you imagine the angsty power of Jace killing Otto or Aemond the same way Frank does to Rawlins with Billy (Luke) observing? “God damn, Jace. I love to watch you work.” I’m sorry, I love DJ Jace and soft fanboy Luke, but I also gotta feed my need for angst. I know the Frank and Billy dynamic/history doesn’t really match, but I love the idea of modern JaceLuke going feral for each other. They def have the same “us against world” energy that Frank and Billy have. Thoughts??

My lovely 🌚 anon, ur actually so brilliant! JaceLuke, but like a Brank AU??? Genius. Even if we’re just stripping the dynamic down to ‘us against the world’. Certified killers JaceLuke is very funny, but also plausible? Luke already got that dawg in him, Aemond can testify.

I’ve had an idea that’s not necessarily a modern AU, but like a ‘on the run’ vibe, in which the King (Aegon or Aemond take your pick) has placed bounties on the heads of former princes. Aegon III and Viserys II (and possibly even Visenya?) have already been given asylum and secreted elsewhere as legitimate full-blooded children. However, the Strong boys are targets that receive little kindness. Cue them being forced to live on the run and killing whoever tries to stop them, concocting a backstory à la Rickard Thorne and Maelor in the books.

Their simple story (A/B/O time?) for Joffrey’s sake. Jace is his father and Luke is his mother, and should anyone ask, his father is a BETA. Wanted posters would include the fact that Jace is an Alpha.

At first they wander the roads and are easily mistaken for no more than bandits, especially Jace. He is the eldest, and by rights as defended his brothers the most.

On the road, before settling in a small fishing village so Joff can rest a bit easier and Jace can find a job to bring a little money in that doesn’t involve selling stashed (and rather incriminating) family jewelry.

Their saving grace actually is their “common looks” their dark hair and dark eyes make their seemingly unremarkable. Three bits of hay in a haystack.

Small ficlet under the cut

Jacaerys can feel his brother’s eyes on him as he cleans the blood from his seax, a stolen seax, one that Luke had lifted off a hunter that had happened upon him bathing.

His shoulders ache, he’d moved the body. There was no moving the pile of blood that had since soaked into the soil. Another sellsword looking for wealth with the heads of three little princelings.

Lucerys scoots closer, a hand falling easily upon Jace’s knee. Joffrey was sleeping. They’d given him the last of a the roasted hare that Luke had caught a few days prior.

Jace and Luke had found some dried salmon on the sellsword, amongst other things. His brother pushes another salted strip of fish into his hand.

“You need your strength.” He says with earnest brown eyes, teeth catching up his lower lip, “We, need your strength.”

This made the seventh man he’d killed for them. A dagger through the throat. The second one in a sennight.

Luke’s fingers curls into the filthy fabric of Jace’s trousers, ragged nails prickling against his knee in desperation.

Jace nods and takes the fish, tears the leathery meat between pointed teeth - teeth he’d soon need to file if he ever hoped to pass for a beta.

They settle down beside the fire, beside Joff. Their little brother whined in his sleep, instinctively nuzzling towards Luke. Their brother hushes him, rocking Joffrey gently in his arms

“Jace,” Lucerys calls gently, barely a whisper above the small starving fire that subsists on twigs and damp leaves.

“The next one that comes after us - I want do it.”

He sighs against his brothers nape, as he cradles Luke to his chest, and Luke cradles Joff.

“Mother would’ve killed for us,” he says gently, “I should be able to do it too.”

He cannot fault his brother’s thinking. It is true, regardless of how unsavory. Princes resorted to being common cutthroat’s.

“The next one,” Jace agrees, breath visible in the night air. Feeling as Luke shifts gently closer.

Lucerys could have the next mercenary that came their way, it would be his brother’s first kill. Their last kill, however, would be the miserable uncle that had made criminals of them.

[the-owl-tree]

Granted, I don't know when Cozy Glow was made, so this might've been impossible- but I truly think whether she is her own character, or simply a disguise of Queen Chrysalis, she would have had more impact had she been introduced in season seven, or even as early as season six if you take the route of her being separate from Chryssie. As it stands in canon, we barely see much of her before her villainous turn- but you could easily build up her friendship with the CMC by having her first meet them through feigning a problem with her cutiemark and gaining their trust- and later having her use them to get into the School of Friendship like canon. By giving her the spotlight as a new "friend" of the CMC or even a new member, we could see her personality and even signs that something isn't quite right with Cozy. Since we know the CMC were personally tutored by Twilight sometimes, this would also be a great reason as to how Cozy Glow became aware of such rare magic draining artifacts- simply have her pretend she's only curious because a pegasi could never wield such power. Hell, you could even have a reformed Starlight think something is wrong, but perhaps she worries that she's projecting her past behavior when she catches sight of Cozy Glow being especially persuasive and brushes it off, not wanting to jump to the wrong conclusion- especially since a filly surely wouldn't have any ulterior motives like she did running Our Town, right? And if she was Chrysalis, you could have the horror of everyone realize she knows even more about them on top of the betrayal. But nope, gotta phone it in for bronies I guess. Although, I've even seen bronies be unhappy about her lack of a backstory, being turned to stone and sent to Tartarus without even an attempt to reform her or figure out what led to everything she did, or motive beyond "I'M EVIL" soooooo

I think the season did do some over the top foreshadowing with her to show that something wasn't quite right, i think her joining the cmc would've been cute too and added to the betrayal. Go with the Chrysalis disguise idea, it makes sense she'd stick to them to get closer to their big sisters and all that.

a pretty lazy character concept altogether, i am glad that her getting turned to stone definitely got some backlash. It just feels like....idk a very weird two-parter choice for the friendship cartoon.

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

Anyway! So season two predictions:

- They’re just going to entirely cut the segment where the Darkling kidnaps Alina and drags them all on a mad dash after the sea whip. (RIP my favorite scenes). In season one, there was a lot of superficial attention paid to making her more active and I think this choice would be in line with that.

- Alina will probably just be in hiding, and somehow hear word of the Darkling’s fuck off evil shadow army (possibly through Nikolai hiring the Crows to go find her and tell her? we have confirmation that he hires them but lmao for what????) and be like “fuck I need to go back” So she runs to find Baghra, who in turn tells her that Morozova’s amplifiers are like pokemon. Gotta catch ‘em all.

- Show!Darkling continues to be a huge woobie. He’s going to spend all his screen time fighting back tears and probably does not ever mutilate Baghra.

- I almost think, especially if the series isn’t going to continue for long, that maybe he doesn’t even do the thing to Genya either.

- The tether scenes (replaced by “Mind Palace” scenes???) aren’t going to be anywhere near as sinister. He’s not trying to slowly drive her insane. He’s going to be crying at her to take him back. Look. He even embroidered his kefta with gold :C etc etc

- SOMETHING is going to happen with that antler bone scar on his hand. We saw it glowing briefly in a shot. Maybe they’re going to introduce Darklina having scraps of each other’s powers way earlier. Or maybe his scar’s just going to start rotting idk 🤷‍♀️ They seem to like body horror in this

- We have confirmation that there will be no Ice Court heist, so maybe Wylan’s there to help blow up the chapel?? Or otherwise do something with explosives for the attack on the palace scene. (We def saw some variation of the chapel scene at all and the Crows are there)

- SO I do think it would be very funny if they combined the entirety of S&S and R&R into a single season but I kind of feel like they probably… won’t be? I think they’ll leave us on a cliffhanger instead and then get canceled lol. But I’m not sure I agree with the theories that we literally see them destroying the Shadow Fold/where the Darkling’s grave is going to be in the fucking trailer. I think they’ll maybe just have her clear up a segment of the Shadow Fold? If that’s what we saw? Just to showcase her greater power, but I doubt it’s all going away at once. Or that he’s legit dying.

- I do however think wrapping up the story in a single season would be hilarious. I would LOVE to see Shadow and Bone speedrun, nightcore edition.

- They’re just going to forget about the Apparat. He’s going to be there but otherwise do nothing.

- Def some Zoyalai teasing to court KoS fans.

- I… have no clue what they could possibly do with the Matthias storyline. We know he can’t be freed. But also he and Nina got a bunch of trailer screen time?? So??? Best I got is that maybe we see the trial going down. And Nina going to visit him a bunch before maybe we get some sort of late season Ice Court heist teasing and indication that they might break him out?

- Kaz backstory for sure!! Literally why else give us a shot of him submerged in water like that. We also have confirmation that they cast an actor as Jordie iirc.

- Baghra is going to continue to be a plot device without much of a personality. She’s clearly super pro amplifier in this and probs is just going to slot into the space of info giving mentor. And then probably die.

- Another useless Mal scene(s) à la the fistfight where he’s centered as an action hero protagonist. As opposed to the book placement with him more as Alina’s damsel in distress. Maybe we even get “I am become a blade” lol

[ask-the-friendly-ink-demon]

Some Big Changes Are In Order.

howdy. been a long time since i talked on here hasn't it? im still alive! still kicking, but sadly an majorty of my muse of Bendy has been well. diminished over the years, and i hate that, cause i still remember all the fun times i had on here, all the people i met and made friends with, friends i still talk to this very day, and the character growth we built upon. and seeing how it's a new year now, well. despite my current fixations being on other stuff, i do still think about this place daily because (heavy personal stuff inbound) well. being on tumblr during the bendy phase of 2018 and onwards... helped me. it helped me get through some bad times, bad shit. and overall made me improve a lot better, it was a lot more Positive than DA that was for sure. i still miss some of the people i used to talk to, like Dani, Oreo's Mun, Avi, those kinds of people, but i feel like mostly it's on me being as active as a cryptid LOL, but those people along with a lot of others have genuinely helped me indirectly become a better person. and for that i thank them, and all of you for still sticking around, waiting for when things can continue, they will! no doubt about that, it's just... gonna take a bit before well. i get back into the groove my friend Doodlez has been slowly unintentionally getting me back into the Bendy Muse because i genuinely do enjoy talking about my AU, like writing stuff out, talking about the events, changing up old ideas to make way for new ones, and despite how grounded im trying to make this AU feel, i'll never get rid of the whackiness feel it has to it because one, these are toons, and two, demons LOL but yeah, seeing people genuinely listen to me ramble on and on about my Bendy AU, even if it's just the backstory to some of the characters, it's made me feel well. happy. to finally talk about this project that has made me somewhat famous on here lol (i mean i hope so anyways. i know im not on that big big famous kind of level but, i would assume im well known.) so yeah! uhm, some big changes are in order! i am going to pretty much, try to focus back on this! as much as i can anyways i can't promise that i'll be active 24/7 like i used to be cause im more active on a lot of other platforms and working on other projects but, i can promise that i'll be more semi-active instead of being like an cryptid being spotted once every blue moon. i will be changing up the story an big, mostly the stories that lead up to the current events. try to make them more grounded and i would also like to revisit some old stuff that happened and try to make them fit more into what i now envision into my AU, while i do miss the friends prowler has made, the friends I have made, i thankfully do still talk to their creators like maxx, Luna, TK, Doodlez, that sort of thing, and im glad to still be in contact with them. but yeah, some big changes are once again in order, stay tune and keep an eye out! who knows, you may see something that will catch you eye! that's all, let's hope that this year is well. a lot more kind, and to those who took the time to read this, thanks for tuning in but now i gotta head off, stay cool guys.