#and then remembered most people are probably sleeping in

[artthoufruity]

Alright I guess I’ll do more research into this like 7 months later cuz I’m bored and re-entering my byler era AND angel era,

The drawing was definitely inspired by the most famous painting of Archangel Michael, “The Archangel Michael Casting Down On Satan” By Guido Reni

In the former depiction, satan is drawn as a dragon, which is generally pretty common as Satan is often considered to be the "original serpent" that tempted Eve in the Garden of Eden, the description of a serpent-like dragon, in combination with the use of the actual term "serpent" in Revelation, makes sense that a "dragon" is an appropriate physical form of Satan.

Here’s where I get unbelievably kookoo bananas:

This guy^

Imma be honest this is probably my sleep deprived chronic pain medication induced loopyness. But also. Fun and Whimsy. Remember

Anywhoo, I don’t know this fellas significance in dnd because honestly I’ve tried but can’t decide on who it’s supposed to be (Sorry Will) there’s some debate between people who actually play dnd so I’ll leave it to them. In my heart he’s an allegory for Satan/temptation/The whole satanic panic shabang and Mikes fighting it, (internalised homophobia or what amirighttttt)

You may be asking “Jo wouldn’t that defeat the whole byler case? If he’s fighting what represents Mikes deepest secrets?” But Aha! Wrong! He’s fighting the “dragon (gay thoughts)” to keep his friends (including Will and El) safe! He thinks being queer would hurt them or at least destroy his relationships with them, of course El and him would break up, he thinks Will and the others will be freaked out and who’s to say what his parents would think! So he fights it to spare them the shame and horror, how nice of him.

Also side tangent maybe, I’m Irish and we invented Claddagh Rings, which have crowns on hearts! Like this:

These rings represent Love and Loyalty. Which could be interpreted as Wills love and loyalty to Mike but that’s no fun, seeing as Mike is often described as loyal in canon I think it works for him better, so I’m choosing to interpret it as Mikes love and loyalty to not only Will but everyone in his love, which is why he chooses to fight himself to spare them (Boom full circle live when that happens)

This means something probably, I’m totally normal about this

[quarterlifekitty]

I would imagine the reader in the Yellowjackets au serves as an emotional anchor for the boys. Even though the team is a pretty supportive friend group they're still a bunch of quite macho men who are probably not the best at being vulnerable with eachother. You're not only valuable due to your skills but also your role as a reliable shoulder to cry.

You check Johnny's wounds from the crash everyday, gently peeling back the wrappings and inspecting the raw skin. You tell him he can always come to you if the burns start acting up, even in the middle of the night. You tell him you'll sit with him through the pain. He ruffles your hair and says he's got the best nurse.

You listen and give advice during one of John's secret smoke breaks when expresses his frustrations with not being a good enough captain. He tells you he doesn't know how to lead his team through this. You tell him no one expects him to know but that you believe in him. He places a kiss on the crown of your head as thanks.

You take Kyle's hand in yours, stroking your thumb over the back of it reassuringly when he admits to you how badly he misses home. You let him tell you about his family, his hometown, the plans he has for his life. When he's done you hug him tightly and don't let go for a good minute.

You sit in silence with Simon for more than an hour, busying your hands by patching the elbow of another teammate's sweatshirt. You sit there because you can tell he needs it. You let your thigh press against his to make sure he feels your presence, lean against his shoulder when you start getting tired. He'll talk when he's ready.

See, and when you get men like that to be emotionally dependent on a single source, things get dangerous.

You start to sleep between Ghost and Soap. You’re a naturally warm person— you run hot at night in particular, and Johnny says that the warmth from your back helps soothe some of the pain and aching in his front. You don’t know if it’s true or if it’s just an excuse to keep close, but you don’t mind. Either way, it’s something he needs.

Ghost had nightmares even before all of this. It’s only gotten worse. He’s been doing things in his sleep— and not remembering. But sleeping next to you has quieted his mind and given him the most restful sleep he’s had in years.

You get called a slut for sleeping between two men every night. People stop calling you that (to your face, at least) eventually. It old takes a few black eyes and broken fingers.

[rosenkranz-isnt-dead]

I simply must know your least favorite XF episode, and also the most aesthetic ep.

okay the answer to your first question is getting very long so I'll put it under the cut, and as for the second one: I've thought about it and decided that it's Gender Bender. I'm not particularly fond of the episode, I've only ever watched it once, but the Aesthetic there is top notch, thank you mr Rob Bowman

(yes these are all from Gender Bender)

well alright! so as you know I haven't seen *all* of it so I'm 100% sure there are much worse episodes later on, and before too, but En Ami just pissed me off really bad. it's far from the only txf episode to piss me off, but something about it makes my skin crawl. people always praise the x files for not sexualizing Scully, and while it's mostly true, it's not always the case, as for example in En Ami. her wearing that black dress which doesn't leave much for imagination to appease the smoking man (or his mysterious "friend") is not very hashtag #feminism. when the smoking man undresses scully in her sleep (did he drug her? I don't remember but seems probable) and she wakes up in bed wearing pajamas, and even after that she does not leave?? y'know, Dana Scully, MD, who's been violated on multiple occasions before? but no, she trusts him to share the Ultimate Cure For Every Disease with her, or whatever it was, I only watched it once. sure, let's all trust the smoking man, it's always worked so well. and Mulder! doesn't have a key to her apartment! even though it was established early on that they just casually break into each other's places like once a week. and of course the smoker lied, but it's apparently news to Scully, who "saw something in his eyes". fuck OFF! the only thing this episode is good for is comparing it to All Things, where Mulder leans over the sleeping Scully and fixes her hair, like the smoker does in En Ami, but unlike the cancer man, what Mulder does next is he covers her with a blanket and leaves her be. y'know, because he's not a creep. ANYWAY! i just generally have a problem with the episodes where Scully gets violated/is taken advantage of, even when it's played for laughs, like in Small Potatoes. oof! that was good. I never get the chance to properly be a hater, so thank you for this!

[pez3639]

This is probably so weird, but can you do one where Luke hughes and the readers' younger sister are dating and you have to meet him for the first time

Endings and Beginnings

Luke Hughes x Reader's Sister || Quinn Hughes x Reader (kinda not rlly. the smallest inklings of it)

WC: 2.2k Words

A/N: No I actually love this and had so much fun doing a lil emo piece about being an older sister. This probably isnt what you had in mind so my bad, this def focuses alot more on the older sister. BUT i feel like i should continue this, esp with the dead end i left there... maybe. Also NOT proofread.

⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚

“Yes, I’m on my way right now,” there was a pause in the phone call as you heard your sister's shaky breath. The silence wasn't awkward, but it wasn’t comfortable either. It was the kind that screamed hesitation, even when no words have been spoken. You let her simmer a moment before speaking up. “Hey. You’re going to cross that stage and move onto bigger and better. No more stupid 8 A.M. classes. No more forced smiles to people who talk behind your back. No more college bullshit.”

It’s a few seconds before you hear a long exhale, her quirk that always signals she's finally coming down from whatever ledge her thoughts had chased her to. “Yeah, yeah…you’re right. This is good, it’s great actually,” you continue driving, speeding actually, barely missing the pothole that you were hurtling towards. The sun glares through the windshield, illuminating the necklace that hangs from your rearview. A simple chain with a star attached to it. The sweet sentiment blinded you with a reflection of the sun before your sister's voice came to life over the phone again.

“But why does it feel like nothing's okay and everythings crashing down around me?” her voice no longer carried the anxiety that it held before, now much more quiet and watery as if her tears were collecting in her throat rather than her eyes. Its your turn to take a long exhale before reminding her of how many times she’s done this.

“Do you remember your kindergarten graduation?” you breathe out, knowing that she's hopefully slept since then, either way she lets out a huff of laughter before you continue. “You refused to crawl out of my bed that morning. You were too scared to even look at the little cap and gown. You hid under my covers and cried and cried until I held your hand and told you it would be okay. I did the same thing when you graduated middle school. I think by the time you graduated highschool you just wanted to steal my bed, but that didn’t stop me from holding your hand and telling you it was okay. And I’m doing that now. Everything is going to be fine.”

Your sister laughs at the memories of you two. That’s how it’s always been. The two of you. The two year age difference didn’t matter much, at least to you it didn’t. Most of the memories you had were of you and her. The first time she called you “sissy” while waddling towards you. The late nights on the trampoline, both of you armed with sleeping bags and flashlights that never got used since both of you were far too scared of the dark trees. Her screaming ecstatically when you graduated highschool and you subsequently having to speak for her the next day when she lost her voice. And now her college graduation. Every memory, every moment in time, splattered across your consciousness like constellations. All of those stars linking the two of you together. You and her. 

You felt your eyes sting at the thoughts of the future, both of yours carrying a certain haziness that couldn’t be defined. The only thing you knew is that you would always hold her hand through it. You continue driving with misty eyes and a tight throat before she cuts the silence.

“I love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Her sincerity broke you out of reverie. Not ready to face those emotions yet, you let out a dry and humorless laugh, “You’d live. You’re too much like a rat to not survive without me.” Her laugh on the other side of the line mirrored yours before she was onto another anxious tangent. 

“Okay, so when you get to your seats there should be…” she drifted off before you heard her mumbling one, two, three, under her breath. The thought of her standing there in her graduation gown while still having to count on her fingers made you grin. She crackled back to life after a moment. “There should be seven seats.” 

“Seven? I thought it was just me, mom, and uh…” you trailed off guiltily at having forgotten her boyfriend's name. Luka…Leo…Logan? No none of those were right as you shook your head at the names that popped up. “Your boyfriend?” 

“Did you really forget his name?” she accused in a dry tone. You pressed the brakes as you took a right turn before grimacing. Shit. “Oh yeah I definitely did…sorry?” She laughed a little at your antics as you continued to try and think of names. In your defense, you’d never met the guy, no less seen a picture of him. The relationship was still a bit new, so you never pressed about it, understanding that maybe she wanted to keep it a little more hidden as they grew closer with one another.

“Oh my god I can’t believe you, and yes he’ll be there, but so will his family.”

Your eyebrows shot up at the new information, “Holy shit, does mom know?” you question, wondering if you were the last to receive this news.

“Yes because she actually reads our group chat messages”

“Whatever,” you say dryly and with an eyeroll, “Okay, I’ll get there and make sure all the seats are good. Don’t worry about it. Everything is going to go great. Now go get in line or whatever you have to do at these things.” The two of you exchanged goodbyes as you got in line for the car park and hung up the phone. The college she attended wasn’t crazy big, but it definitely had a bigger student body than the small-town highschool the both of you attended. Eventually you found a spot and pulled in. You gathered your purse, coat, and ticket into your lap before just sitting there and staring. You felt the ache in your chest begin. The ache that always accompanies growing up. 

It felt like just yesterday that the two of you were giggling and ogling over your prom date. It was just last week that you two were pulling her last baby tooth. Only a month ago you two were running through the sprinklers in the backyard. But in reality, all of that was years ago. Your mind playing a cruel trick to bring up heart-ache and nostalgia. Nostalgia for times that were long gone and never coming back.

The trees along the pathways were budding in the late spring. The blossoms would woefully float down to the ground as if they were scared to let go of their mother branch. Two living things being torn apart by the movement of time. The lively weather was rolling in, a shift from the hoppy wistfulness of spring to the slow and sweltering heat of the summer. Collecting yourself, you unzip your purse to tidy up before heading into the large chapel where commencement was held. Pulling down your mirror, a polaroid stare back at you. Your own college graduation, more rather the pre-party. You hope your sister had that. One last stand with the people she's come close to. At least for now. They may end up bridesmaids, or co-workers, or strangers. Breathing out a heavy sigh, you blot your nose with powder as you take yourself in. Older and more mature than what you were when you graduated. 

Pushing up the mirror, you begin to shift and prepare for the walk to your seat. Unbuckle, open the door, and go. It should be easy but your body drags as if your bones have been turned to lead. Of course you were excited for your sister and her future, but you couldn’t help but mourn for the times before this. Before these big life events. Before you two grow old. You shut the car door and follow the masses to the chapel. The air serves as a lifeline of breath as the old brick walls enter your eyesight. So many people have gathered here to watch and celebrate someone. Everyone here has come together to support one another. It's warming to know such a diverse and expansive group of people can come together for a cumulative reason.

Getting closer and closer, people start collecting tickets as you walk past. You hand yours over and receive a program in exchange. You continue to walk further into the warm atmosphere of the church. Finding your sister placecards, you count out seven and shoot a text to your mom. You take a seat and shed your jacket while glancing around you. There's not many decorations, just some balloons and streamers here and there. A projector screen is in the middle of the stage where pictures of the graduates scroll through. Many of them are club and sports photos, but every now and then a straggler will pop out at you. Your mother begins to walk down the row of seats and chooses the spot to your left, sitting at the end of your reserved seats, meaning you’d have to sit next to these people you've never met before.

Once settled, your mother kisses your cheek and pats your knee in a comforting way, both of you feeling the emotion of today. She begins to make small talk, half of which you’re zoned out for, only throwing in a nod and Uh-huh here and there. About ten minutes pass before a family of five begins scooting down the rows of seats. Three boys and what you’re assuming are their parents. Your mother grabs you hand as she stands, pulling you up with her. Exclaiming in excitement, she greets the older woman first before saying hello to the boys.

“Oh Ellen it’s so good to see you here! She’ll be so happy that everyone made it.” Your mother speaks around you before introducing the family to you. Ellen, Jim, Quinn, Jack, and Luke. Right, his name was Luke. You remember your sister dropping it a few times. You all sit down, with Luke sitting to your right. You try to inconspicuously look him over, but probably failing. He tall and looks lanky under his somewhat formal attire. His dress pants fit loosely around his legs but his polo wrapped around his bicep. His curls looked well maintained, something you had no doubt that your sister had a hand in. He extended his hand to you before choking out a quiet “Hi, I’m Luke.”

You raised an eyebrow a bit and felt the corner of your mouth tug at his nervousness, your older sister protectiveness dropping by a lot at the simple gesture. “Hi, it's nice to meet you Luke.” You offered your name to him before making basic small talk. He told you about his brothers while you gave stories of your sister. While you two were playing with the hose and making mud puddles, the three brothers spent their time together enjoying hockey. As he continued to talk about himself, you understood why your sister chose him. He was the youngest of his brothers and close to all of them, especially Jack. You were glad that she found a family that loves each other as much as yours does. 

Soon his brothers joined in the conversation, making you realize how different he was from your sister. She was outgoing and fun but also had a soft side. You could imagine Luke bringing it out of her more, the two of them sharing a coffee and eating dinner. You understood that the two were more than just a new couple, they truly complimented and matched each other. Luke would often find himself going red as he defended himself from his brothers chirps at him. Moreso Jacks than Quinns. Jack was a true middle sibling–  boisterous, witty, and a bit cocky. Quinn on the other hand was different from both of the boys, from his dark and tousled hair, to the scruff that adorned his jaw, and the heavier look in his eyes. You recognized that look all too well as you caught eyes and he smiled at you, making your heart flutter. You averted you eyes as people began filing onto the stage as the music began to draw in. Everyone hushed as the graduates walked down the aisles and up to the risers on the stage.

As the ceremony continued, speakers came and went. Each one following the same formula on hitting the highs and lows of college. Admin and local “celebrities” filtered to the mic before congratulating the class and sitting down. As long-winded as the ceremony was, you don't miss the way Luke jumps from his chair along with you and your mom when your sister gets called to walk the stage. Or the way he’s grinning ear to ear when he sees his family cheering just as loud as him. It brought a smile to your face. Quinn caught your eye again as you shared a knowing look.

After the ceremony, the graduates ran to their loved ones. You barely had time to brace yourself before your sister borderline launched herself into you. Shes bouncing everywhere between people, from you, to your mother, to Luke, then Quinn and Jack, before slowing down with Ellen and Jim. Everyone stands congratulating her, with Luke showing extra affection for her. Always a hand on the small of her back or interlocked with hers. Everyone continues to mingle before a head of dark hair appears in front of you.

“Hi, I’m Quinn.”

[femininefables]

Left Astray

p2! Pls go read part one as well🩷

a/n: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I have an awful procrastination problem and I even tend to re write chapters I don’t like, which only prolongs my writing process. Anyways, I hope your wait was worth it, and thank you for the support!

cw: 18+, smut(doesn’t go that far) and that’s really it ig.

Thunder shakes the whole apartment, making it difficult for you to sleep. The last couple of days have been rough on you mentally. For some reason, you’ve been thinking about your mother and your family. Everything’s been triggering you lately, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed by Sevika.

So when you appear in her doorway at two am in the morning, she only grunts and pats the space on bed next to her.

“Nightmares again?” She questions. Not feeling like explaining yourself, you meekly nod in response. “S’okay…just stay here with me.”

Sevika likes moments like this. She likes feeling like you need her. Years of running around the undercity for a cause, only to be under appreciated, and harassed by Jinx. But helping you? It’s like it was all worth it. She kept putting up with Silco and Jinx’s bullshit for people like you.

“You know…if you don’t want to, you don’t have to move out so soon… I’m not here most of the day, so you’re free to stay longer.” That excuse was terrible, but she hopes you’ll believe her anyways. “Thanks Sevi..” That’s a new one. “S’no problem bunny rabbit.”

When you’re finally asleep again, Sevika gets up and lights a cigar. To make sure you don’t inhale any of her bad habits, she goes out on the balcony. Looking out at the twilight, Sevika starts to think. Does she really care about you, or is this all to fulfill some hero complex she has?

When you wake up, Sevika’s gone. She’s probably already at work. The bed smells like her, and a little bit of smoke. That’s when you remember: you slept in her bed. You feel hot. Had you cuddled her? You probably looked so pathetic, wanting someone to snuggle like some stupid kid.

You swing your legs over the side of her bed and get up, stepping in something soft. Looking down, you see a pile of her clothes. A tank top, boxers, and socks. What she always sleeps in. You lift the pile, and drop it into the hamper. All except the tank top. It smells like her too. Whiskey, and the distinct smell of cigar smoke.

The sky is unusually blue today. From Sevika’s balcony, you can see its natural color without any smoke in the way.

Sevika’s balcony has become a favorite spot of yours. Now, you’re sitting down in a folding chair enjoying a book she bought you the other day. A romance novel to be specific.

You’ve gotten more comfortable in your mind, and skin. Reading no longer opens an old wound like it used to, and you’re less jumpy. This doesn’t mean Sevika calling you “bunny rabbit” has ceased in the slightest. It’s grown on you.

Suddenly, a thought strikes you. Ever since you’ve gotten here, it’s always take out for dinner. Usually because Sevika gets home too late to cook anything, or maybe because she just doesn’t like to. So today, you’ll be cooking.

The whole idea is perfect… Surprising Sevika, your savior, with a nice, home cooked meal. Hopefully she’s impressed. The thought of her smile, and some words of gratitude make you all giddy. So you get to it. Sevika doesn’t have a lot of groceries in her house, but you find what you can.

Your final ingredient list comes out to some pasta, cheese, milk, butter, and a couple garlic cloves. You could make a nice sauce with these.

And so you do. Halfway through dinner, Sevika comes through the door. Shoot. You think. You really wanted to surprise her with the table set and the kitchen not a mess.

While you’re busy lost in your thoughts about how ruined the surprise is, a pair of arms snakes around your waist from behind. Sevika’s chin comes to rest on the top of your head. “What are you gettin up to? Making me dinner?” You continue to stir the pot like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.

“yes… it’s just-we always eat takeout so i just thought something homemade would be nice…”

“hmm…haven’t eaten anything homemade in a while..” Her voice sounds slightly distant… like home cooked meals mean something sentimental to her. She unhands you and turns towards her bedroom.

“I’m gonna go change into something not…covered in blood. Call me when dinners ready.” You look over your shoulder in surprise. You hadn’t even noticed the blood stains lingering her clothes, and the bruises on her arms and face.

When you’re sitting across from her eating, you notice more little scratches and cuts all over her.. She’s not acting hurt or upset at all though. Just eating quietly. “Uhm…what happened to you?” You question. Her eyes look up to meet yours and she shrugs. “Ran into someone today… I don’t know where you were a couple years ago, but Vanders girl.. the older one.”

She’s back? You kind of forgot about her after everything that went down… “And you fought with her?” Sevika seems a little frustrated now. “Correction, she jumped me. In the middle of a game too. Just as I won, I get pummeled across the cheek. Damn brat…”

You can’t help your curiosity. “Where’d she go?” Sevika runs a hand through her hair “Hell if I know.. she ran away with some enforcer shootin at me…” “oh wow…” is all you can say in response. You examine her face a little more, and before you know it you speak again. “Do you want me to help?”

“Help with what, bunny?” She raises her eyebrow at you. “Uhm.. with your injuries. You have a first aid, right?” She nods. “If you really want to help I won’t stop you.”

“Hold still..” You press the alcohol soaked cotton ball to a scratch on her cheek. “It stings..” she keeps flinching and turning away. “I know but I gotta clean them! You lean forward in an effort to reach her better. “Just stay still…” Sevika then chuckles. Her hand finds its way to the top of your head and she messes with your hair. “ I feel so special. My very own personal nurse.” The way she’s looking at you makes your heart flutter.

“yeah uh.. I guess I am!” Sevika suddenly pushes against you and sits up, gently holding your wrist to stop you from tending to her. “You have no clue the affect you’ve had on me, bunny. If not for you, I’d probably be smoking a blunt and getting drunk off my ass.” You can’t speak. She’s so close.

“I want to do something to return that” She sounds so sincere. Your voice returns “letting me live here is really enough! Cooking for you and helping you out is just thanks for that.” She shakes her head. “Maybe, but I feel like you’ve done more for me than I have for you.” A silence fills the small space between you. Sevika’s grip on your wrist tightens slightly. She lowers you down slowly, pinning you down by the wrists. “Uhm.. so do you need help with another bruise? Or..”

She kisses you. You’re caught off guard even though you expected it. you don’t resist though, and kiss her back. She’s holding your wrist above your head while her mechanical arm holds you tight against her. “Sev..” is all you can get out when you part before she kisses you again.

After around five minutes of just making out, she finally stops. The both of you are catching your breath. “Such a pretty girl…” Sevika murmurs affectionately, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face. “You’re not moving out any time soon baby.” You’re in Sevika’s bed again that night. Not because of any nightmare, but because she carried you here right after you finished patching her up. She’s lying on top of you, human hand caressing your cheek, mech hand lifting your shirt. She’s kissing you slowly, occasionally opening her eye’s to look at you.

“So pretty…wanna make you mine…” her lips trail down to your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving it a dark purplish-red color. “Sev…” is all you manage to say before she latches onto your right nipple. A whine slips from your lips, and her eyes meet yours. An almost mischievous glint appears in her eyes. She has experience with this. You remember your conversation about the brothel.

She shows your other breast some attention before lowering herself between your legs. “Sev?” She stopped moving. She looks back at you with a concerned look on her face. “Are you…okay with this?” You nod. “Sorry…I shouldn’t have.” She gets up and puts a cigar between her lips, looking for a lighter.

“We don’t have to stop… I wanna keep going.” She looks back at you with the unlit cigar hanging from those lips you wanted back so badly. “It just…feels wrong. You’re vulnerable, and I don’t want to take advantage of that.”

“you’re not! I love you too..” “Don’t say that…” She sighs, and sits back down on the bed. “I never had time for an actual relationship with anyone..I want to do this right for you. Not just casual sex like I’m used to.” You sit up, pulling your shirt down and leaning on her shoulder. “I haven’t had a lot of relationships either. Being homeless never gave me a lot of free time.”

She chuckles and pulls you closer. “Guess we’re both just figurin’ things out huh? We’ll just figure it out together.” You sleep in her arms that night. Things didn’t go any further, but you couldn’t be happier.

Sevika, meanwhile, was feeling conflicted. Is she just taking advantage of the fact that you look up to her so much? She’s not good when it comes to love. So how can she be genuine for you? Maybe this is all some fantasy she has, and once she sleeps with you she’ll stop caring.

Sevika was even surprised with herself. She knew she’d had some commitment issues, but she didn’t know it’d be this bad. She’s terrified to commit, because what if what she has with you isn’t even real love? What if it’s only lust?

“Sev?” Your sleepy voice snaps her out of it. “Uh- yeah?” She looks towards you. “I love you.” She sighs. “I love you too.” Sevika almost feels bad. She sees how your eyes shine when they look at her, or every attempt from you to gain her approval. She wants to love you just as much. All she knows is that she would give her life for you. The beacon of light in her dreary life.

Maybe she can love you.

just as much.

Not sure if you guys wanted to be tagged, but I wanted y’all to know my slow ass finally posted part two

@lift-heavy-be-gay @adora-moonshine

[pardonmydelays]

clancy tour, łødź 2025 - essay by pøppy

[warning: the essay is written in three parts, because i wanted to describe all three days we spent in łódź. if you only want to read about my concert experience, that's part two. feel free to just skip the first day. or read the whole thing. i don't care.]

[025 04MOON 08 - DAY ONE]

if there's one thing i'm constantly thinking about, it's definitely the clique. i've been walking around my own city in my diy sahlo folina jacket for god knows how long now, and i've never met a single person who would recognize it. well, maybe there are no clikkies in poland after all? wrong. there's more than you could ever think of. but i didn't know that, and bel didn't know either, so imagine how exciting and surprising it must have been for us to see so many of them on our train to łódź. you can tell. you can always tell, because every person has at least one piece of... well, tøp coded something? i can't really call the red tape a part of merch (or can i...?). but anyway. red tape everywhere. so imagine: a whole carriage full of clikkies and we are all on our way to see those two idiots from columbus, ohio. insane.

we arrived around noon and we still had plenty of time to waste (the concert was supposed to be tomorrow), so we obviously went to eat something and grab some coffee. in mcdonald's we saw a girl in skeleton hoodie and i will probably remember her for the rest of my life, just because every clikkie is like a family to me.

after that we decided to go to the arena to see if they have any billboards with boys there, but also, we wanted to check if what we've heard before was true: clikkies already started forming the fan line... to our surprise, over ten people were already there, and it was literally more than 24h before the concert (y'all are crazy btw). panic. panic and calculation. panic, because we had a plan, but the plan was kinda ruined now, we just didn't expect them to show up this early. calculation, because if ten people are already there and it's literally 1pm, do we still have a chance to get our wristbands around 5am tomorrow? much to think about...

so the rest of the afternoon was pretty much the most stressful event of our lives, because we were trying to relax a bit at the hotel (while watching pretty much all their music videos, because we had a tv there), but it wasn't easy. i kept refreshing twitter for any kind of information about the queue. 120 people after 7pm. again, panic. we need a new plan. we couldn't really sleep and we basically got up in the middle of the night. i checked twitter once again. somebody said people stopped showing up, so we decided to go back to sleep for one more hour. 3:50, we're at the bus stop, on our way to the arena, freezing. according to twitter, 280 people are already there. we arrived after 4am and we finally got our numbers - 318 for bel and 319 for me. we're home.

okay, now what? now we wait in the cold till 8am for the official wristbands from the team. we spent some of this time singing saturday, a few clikkies complimented our jackets, one little girl who remembered us from the train found us there and gave us friendship bracelets (bel picked sai and i picked truce, because i was singing "the sun will rise and we will try again" while waiting for the sun to finally show up, because, again, it was so damn cold that night), then somehow we formed a group of five people and we basically adopted the funniest and the most chaotic girl we've ever met. the team was late (like. two hours late), so we got our wristbands around 10am and it was time to finally go back to the hotel to get some rest, eat something and get ready for the show. we were exhausted, yeah, but it was all worth it.

[025 04MOON 09 - THE SHOW]

we came back to the arena around 4pm, all dressed up and with our new bandito friend. we actually formed the same group, all five of us, and one of our new friends was playing twenty one pilots songs on kazoo this whole time and we were supposed to guess the track. so much fun.

there is also one thing that everybody knows for sure: clikkies are the most creative and talented people on planet earth. i'm still super proud of our outfits, but i just wanted to mention that every single person looked absolutely incredible. i love you, clikkies.

so we're finally there. exhausted, but alive. and we can't believe how close we actually are. we knew our view was going to be sick, but damn, this was even better than we expected. the support band, balu brigada, was absolutely amazing. i guess i understand now why they were picked. they finished, it's quiet, now we wait.

8:45pm. "what's your eta?", we hear tyler's voice. "2 minutes!", we yell back. my stomach hurts and i'm sweating.

trust me when i tell you that you can watch thousands of livestreams of the same show and you may think you are well prepared, but the truth is, you're not ready for what's coming. hearing the first notes of overcompensate, screaming "i created this world to feel some control (...)" with the entire arena, first time seeing josh on the drums... i cannot even describe this feeling. goosebumps. tears in my eyes. head empty, just them. i'm home, i'm home, i'm home...

then all of a sudden a motherfucking cat jumps out from behind the piano. i recognize this kitty. tyler joseph. i wish i could say something entirely different about the first time i saw him that night, but my very first thought was "he's so smol, this cat" and "his dancing is even funnier in real life oh my god". i promise i'm not making fun of him, it's adorable actually.

before the show i had a dilemma: do i want to record videos or do i want to be present in the moment? turns out you can do both. multitasking at its finest. so i recorded tyler's jump and i also had so much fun seeing it with my own eyes (i was basically just holding my phone in the air, i wasn't watching the show through the screen, i was just zooming sometimes but i was mostly focused on what was happening on stage, so that's why most of the photos are blurry but some of them accidentally turned out perfect, somehow).

holding on to you. crowd stand. tyler is so close to us i can barely breathe. he's so tiny, tiny kitty with his sick microphone. and he's rapping. holding on to you is one of my favourite songs, because i'm a basic bitch. he's back on stage. hoty backflip. joshua william dun, i love you. the transition to vignette. i scream so loud, i don't even know what's happening. where do i go from here?! neil banging out the tunes. little kitty on the floor with his little cat piano. oh god. i'm home. car radio. disappearing trick. little guy clancy shows up... higher than we expected. sick dude. face reveal. tyler joseph is not bald, and thank god, he's fluffier than ever. am i really here? what is happening???

the judge. i can finally start breathing, because here's a fan video mark recorded outside the arena before the show. everybody looks amazing. it's one of my favourite parts of the show, because we are included and it's awesome. we sing the first verse of the judge, the chorus, now tyler shows up. i can finally see his face, because he took off the clancy mask. and, oh god, he's even more beautiful in real life.

the thing about me is that i was never the biggest fan of cut my lip, i like it, sure, but it's not my favourite song. however, it is my sister's favourite, so i promised her a video. and thank god i did, because i accidentally recorded everything tyler said to us. first of all, he was actually making fun of josh's outfit and the entire interaction between boys was super cute. second of all, he learned to pronounce the name of our city, and since łódź sounds very similar to "would ya (just without the a)", he had to make fun of it as well (he actually said "łódź ya? uwu" which was definitely not on my bingo card, but oh well). he also said he loves poland, but what else is new (łódź is the new columbus. just move here already).

i'm not going to post any videos here, but look at my ukulele boy.

moving on.

the craving. i already want to cry, because i absolutely love all jenna's songs. tear in my heart. super fun. i love how silly and aggressive he always gets during the bridge. backslide. everybody shut up, it's my song. bel, start recording right fucking now. the motherfucking chair. tyler joseph what the fuck are you doing. close your legs. the chorus. i want to cry. i can't believe i'm here. kinda wishing that i never did saturday. shut up tyler. again, what is he doing. the emotional ending. THE SCREAM. backslide, backslide, backslide... i wanna give him a hug and tell him it's going to be okay. actually i want to hug the song. i don't know.

shy away is super fun, thank you for the scream. heathens. you know what that means. the transition from heathens to next semester is my favourite thing in the world and i also promised bel to record next semester for her, so that's what i'm doing. the end of the song. tyler is not moving. what is going on. is this part of the lore, is he pretending to be a statue, is he posing for a photo, who the fuck knows. the song ends. bel is crying. i feel so happy, because she gets it. we're home.

routines in the night means we're slowly moving to the b stage. i still know nothing about the bomb tyler is going to drop on us later, so i just enjoy the song. we're actually far from b stage, but that's okay. routines is fun, we are vibing. the end of the song. tyler is playing the piano. he suddenly stops. some guy standing next to us yells at him: "DON'T". "i like you guys", tyler says. "i'd like to tell you something real quick", he starts. my stomach hurts. i want to throw up and i'm sweating. i know something is coming, i just don't know what, but i unlock my phone and i start recording.

nothing ever prepares you for this kind of announcement. it's fun to see it on your screen while watching livestreams, sure. but experiencing something like this live stays with you forever. "we would like to announce here in poland that we are gonna officially release the demo version of doubt". what the actual fuck. what the actual fuck. "we're gonna play it right now". what. "i'm just kidding. we're just releasing it. we don't know how to play it." oh. you think you're so funny tyler.

i can't exactly remember if the announcement was before or after the line. either way the line live sounds absolutely amazing. tyler is killing it. his voice sounds so soft i want to kill myself actually. moving on to mulberry street. the flashlight game is always super fun, but looks even better when you're actually there. mul-berry-street. sogoodtoseeyou. "alright, save your battery", tyler says. the song ends. lore time.

the amount of people who were actually surprised when they saw torchie and clancy walking to the stage side by side literally shocked me. i thought everyone saw the show at least once on a grainy livestream. anyway. when dema started burning, people were screaming "YEAH!!!", it was actually incredible. yes, burn it to the ground, boys! everybody cheered.

hearing navigating live is something so personal actually. imagine screaming your tumblr url at the top of your lungs with the entire arena. fun times. at the beginning of it tyler looks so happy. i think he's smiling. he loves the song now, we changed it for him. the bridge. i think tyler is crying, his voice is shaking. my poor baby. i love you navigating, i love you tyler joseph, i love you i love you i love you.

nico and the niners/heavydirtysoul. dema visuals are actually sick. i am so normal about the lore. hahaha. no i'm not. anyway. my blood. it was never my favourite, but i love this song now. "if you find yourself in a lion's den i'll jump right in and pull my pin... in poooooland". i love you tyler. i'm going to jump off a cliff.

the end of the song. i think i know the setlist. i think i know what's coming next. the lights go out. everything is red. tyler is just sitting on the floor. he's wearing the skeleton mask. i can feel my heart in my throat. suddenly i'm too hot, i can't breathe, i'm sweating, i want to cry. what is going on. this is not on the setlist, what is happening. what. what?!

doubt demo. oh, for fuck's sake.

this is the kind of thing that stays with you forever, like i said. this motherfucker not only announced the song here in poland, they also decided to perform it here for the first time. how am i supposed to recover from that. people died. i am people. i am very very dead right now. y'all are invited to my funeral by the way.

it's official now. doubt demo is the new polish national anthem. it is ours now. i don't make the rules.

the transition from guns for hands to lavish is something that should be illegal. but anyway. i'm emotional now. guns for hands might be one of the most important songs ever. we cry. welcome to the new way of living... stupid fucking sunglasses. capri suns spotted in the pit. jOsH iS sHiRtLeSs. tyler is sooooo happy about it, apparently. i can't blame him. bel takes the best picture of the boys i've ever seen. i record the entire song. the wedding. hashtag joshler is real. josh is throwing the boquet his t-shirt at some guy, we're gonna find him later. tyler is dancing macarena. lavish live is a gift for society. we don't deserve it. take all my money. this is the best day of my life.

ride. somebody throws four pokemon plushies on stage. they are for tommy, tyler's son. it's his birthday, so we sing happy birthday for him, but in polish. tyler is confused and he doesn't know what to do, so he's just improvising. he kicks out two of them. the other two can stay. good. now he sings with this little girl named laura (or "naura" if you wish). he compliments her shirt with ned. she says nothing. he's being adorable about it. the lore again.

the ukulele during paladin strait sounds so lovely in real life i'm actually going to pass out. i need tyler to hit me in the head. josh's vocals. what the fuck. i can't be alone, guess i never told you so... making my way towards you. the bridge. the bridge. the bridge. tyler is still singing paladin, while josh is singing bandito. i'm going to die. we're all going to die. what in the lore... josh on the platform. i cry. he's so close. i don't even pay attention to tyler anymore. they finish first part of the song. the birds are chirping. the most unexpected thing happens: the entire arena is singing leave the city and i think i'm going to die, because this was my biggest dream. all flashlights on. "in time i will leave the city, for now i will stay alive...", we keep repeating. i have tears in my eyes. i love you clikkies. we did it. this is the best thing that ever happened. what the fuck. the sound of ukulele comes back. on the ground are banditos, fighting while i find nico... the song is almost finished. so few, so proud, so emotional. hello clancy. now jumpsuit. "THE COAT", i scream.

and jumpsuit is actually insane. trench visuals? yellow petals falling from the ceiling? the motherfucking coat? the energy? this is one of my favourite songs. i take some of the best pictures i've ever taken. one of them will be my lockscreen pic. i will never change it. this is sick. what am i even doing here.

tyler is taking off the coat. midwest indigo. it's fun, we're vibing. stressed out. if stressed out has no fans, it means i'm dead etc. the visuals are sick. tyler in red beanie. bel is going insane. josh is singing too. this version is sick. what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck.

trees.

red circle on the fucking floor. you know what that means.

everyone always says that trees in the pit with the band is a religious experience and they are actually right. you cannot even describe it. you just have to be there. and holy fuck, i'm actually here right now. in the pit. so close to tyler and he's so pretty. what the fuck. we start to sing. i want to cry. "moooooooy death" is still alive. it makes me so happy. here we, here we, here we fucking go. tyler splashes some water on me. this will be my biggest flex for the rest of forever. the last part of the song is fucking insane. i want to record it, but i also want to fully experience it so i just hold my phone in the air and it's the most chaotic trees video you've ever seen. i can barely breathe, i'm sweating, confetti falls into my mouth and i don't know what's going on anymore, but i've never felt happier. i want to know you, i want to see, i want to say... hello.

i love you trees. i love you forever.

unfortunately that was the last song. but we managed to steal some confetti from the pit. we also found the guy in josh's t-shirt. we took the photos with the bishops outside the arena. and we were going back to the hotel during fucking snowstorm around 1am, completely exhausted. insane.

but if you think this is the end... well. does it sound like the end?

[025 04MOON 10 - THE MORNING AFTER]

here we, here we, here we fucking go... it's all i can hear in my head when i wake up.

you can't really call it post concert depression. it was different this time. it was the best day of our lives and i actually woke up happier than ever. i got to experience all of this with my best friend and not just because she wanted to go there with me, but because these boys are also her favourite band now (trust me, guys, it's different to go with someone who actually gets it).

they saved our lives in ways they will never know.

but it's not just about music. it's about community and finding the reason to stay alive.

we got matching tattoos. cøver me for me, cøvering you for bel. we showed them to this girl we met at the restaurant when we were waiting for our bus. she was sitting alone, but we invited her to sit with us. we're all one big family after all, clikkies. it's insane, because i always describe myself as the biggest introvert. but i love all of them. every single person i interacted with during those three days, you will remain forever in my heart.

and i can't help but think now: everything that happened in my life just because i decided to join this fandom, if this isn't the reason to stay alive, i don't know what is. all these friends i've made along the way, the music that helped me make sense of who i actually am, knowing that i truly belong somewhere, because in trench i'm not alone... i will cherish it forever.

we've made it this far, kid. thank you for reading my thoughts. thank you for being my friend. thank you, thank you, thank you.

it's a cycle. now let's stay alive long enough to experience this again. and again and again.

⊬

[cheol-e-kat]

HIIII if it's okay can i ask about if there will be more of the anon s3x with cheol? it was sooo good - plz a part 2

haiiihi - so i got a lot of asks for a part two and i genuinely hope you all like it - let me know in comments, anons, whatever - i want to know if this cheol delivers hehe

♡ kat

p.s. this is a part two, so maybe read part one [ anon sex + hair pulling + mask wearing ]

master list & tag list

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒕. 𝟐

previous bingo squares: anon sex + hair pulling + mask wearing

pairing: choi seungcheol / f!reader

summary:  y/n was dressed as a cat for halloween when she encountered a masked stranger who seemed to love everything about her…now she knows who it is 

now she wants to know if it was more than a one-time thing

word count: 2.2 k

genre: college au, smut

Rating: 18+, MDNI, explicit

warnings below cut

warnings: explicit language, fingering, implied squirting, oral sex, penetrative sex, messy sex

Every time she glanced up, it felt like all she could see was the very clear, very obvious bite mark on Seungcheol’s throat. It was barely above the collar of his hoodie, but something told her that he meant for it to be seen - he wasn’t hiding it. 

She remembered how it felt, like a moment of complete madness to just sink her teeth into him like a fucking vampire marking her territory. That was dramatic, though - it wasn’t that serious. At least she tried to tell herself that it wasn’t that serious. Fucking Seungcheol in the bathroom was not serious. 

Because how could it be serious, she wondered, even if she had lain awake in bed the night before because her horniness and curiosity about whoever it was fought off her need for sleep. 

And now he was sitting diagonally from her, eating lunch like it was just a normal day, hiding his smile behind his hand when he thought something was too funny. 

The worst was when her gaze drifted to him, and she realized he was watching her. It wasn’t that she minded, but she suddenly found herself growing red and wondering if he looked at her that way more than she knew. Worse was the thought that she hadn’t noticed. 

She had liked him when they first met - she just never thought he liked her. He was always quiet around her. Even when she tried to draw him out a bit, he was like a little clam, closing tightly when he felt the smallest shift in the water around him. They had friends in common, but when she started to meet other people and branch out…it never crossed her mind that he would even notice that she wasn’t around. 

But he obviously had some thoughts about her based on what he had said the night before - “I always knew you would be messy” - that was what he had said, and even the memory of it was palpable - she could taste him again, feel him again - the sloppy, needy way they had kissed, the desperate, rushed way they had fucked. She shivered, thinking about what it would be like with him if he had time and privacy. 

She ripped her mind away from those thoughts, though, and tried to focus on her food. 

It was probably the most nerve-racking lunch she had ever endured. Yet, somehow, as she was leaving, she found herself glancing towards Seungcheol as he walked away. He was literally headed in the opposite direction that she needed to go and the opposite direction of their friends too. 

She paused outside the restaurant for a split second, barely processing what she was doing, as she re-routed herself towards him. Maybe she needed to talk to him about class or something - she wouldn’t even mention the night before, she assured herself.  

She jogged a few paces and then tried to casually fall into step with him. “Can we talk?” she asked, managing to keep her voice steady.

He glanced at her, smiling, “About what, kitten?” He asked in his low voice - it was just as sexy as it was the night before.

Her eyes widened slightly at the fact that he was so nonchalant. “Umm,” she hesitated because did they really need to talk about it, she wondered. She had no idea how to navigate what he had just said.

Apparently, she was too focused on contemplating his simple question, though, because he grabbed her arm, laughing softly, “Fuck, you do see the parked car there don’t you?”

She glanced at him and shook her head because no - no, she didn’t. And she certainly didn’t notice that she was headed straight for it. She practically purred when his fingers grazed her cheek, though. 

He stared at her for a moment. “Are you okay?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

She shook her head.

“Because of last night?” His voice was soft now. 

She nodded.

He started to speak but hesitated. “Was it - was it bad for you?”

She shook her head in confusion, thinking that was maybe the most ridiculous thing he could have asked.

“So it was good?”

She nodded because, yes, it was good. It had been really good. Really, really, really good.

He seemed reassured by her response and stepped closer as he slid an arm around her waist. She was surprised by how confident he was, wondering when he had ever been this open with her, besides the obvious, single instance. 

It wasn’t what she expected, but she hadn’t expected him to rearrange her guts and psyche all in the span of about 24 minutes in a frat bathroom during a Halloween party either. 

To her, Seungcheol was a bit reserved unless you knew him fairly well, which she didn’t think she did - at least she had never felt like she knew that much. She had mainly been around him at parties and things, and they had some classes together. Regardless, without thinking, she stepped closer to him, leaning against his shoulder. 

He squeezed her waist. “We’re literally standing on a sidewalk next to a busy street,” he whispered. 

She sighed in agreement. “Hmm, can I come home with you?” She asked - talking was easier when they weren’t making eye contact.

He nodded, “Yeah,” he whispered, as he slowly pulled away from her and led her along by the hand.

✶⋆.˚

She followed him to his apartment building. They went through the lobby and into an elevator. They stood next to each other quietly as the elevator went up. Neither spoke, which was perfectly normal for them.

She started to think maybe it was a mistake - she probably shouldn’t have followed him or talked to him - it was just a one-time thing. She stared at the tiled pattern on the floor, thinking about how insane she was for thinking that a single instance in a bathroom meant anything.

But then he squeezed her hand gently, and her thoughts shifted to how good things had felt the night before - how good he felt and the fact that he liked everything. The little things he said, like all the things he apparently knew she needed to happen.

Somehow, walking through the door of his apartment flipped the world upside down. Because before he had even closed and locked his apartment door, they were tangled together, kissing heatedly. 

Both of them seemed lost from the moment their lips made contact. She barely realized that they had made it into his living room, albeit to the floor. She really didn’t care, especially as she could feel him unzipping her jeans - his fingers slipping under the waistband of her underwear. 

She whined when she felt the way his fingers slid between her pussy and her already sticky underwear - his fingers hurriedly separating the fabric from her skin. She hadn’t realized she was that wet - they hadn’t even done anything. 

She would have been embarrassed, but he only seemed turned on by it, kissing her harder as his fingers teased their way between her slick folds. She moaned against his lips, pulling his hair as she did. 

He broke the kiss slowly, leaning up to watch her as he slid his first two fingers into her wet heat. She couldn’t help the way she moaned for him - he seemed to know exactly how to touch her for the most impact. Her eyelids fluttered closed as he worked his fingers deeper into her, opening them and teasing her slick walls. She felt unmoored - broken whimpers escaped her lips when he added his third finger. 

“Please,” she managed when she felt his thumb brush her clit. 

He kissed her again while his thumb drew lazy circles around her aroused bud. “Mmmh, just relax, kitten,” he whispered against her lips, “trust me.”

She nodded, already feeling drunk for him, perfectly happy to take anything he was willing to give. She already trusted him. 

She shivered and gasped as her first orgasm washed over her - the sweetness of it flowing through her, warming every part of her inside and out. She moaned softly as he kept stroking her. His touch was more than teasing. 

“Good?”

She nodded again, biting her lip. “’s perfect,” she rasped, breathing hard as he pulled more and more sounds from her.

She bit her lip, knowing she was completely gone as she came a second time. Waves of pleasure tingled through her skin. She could feel how wet she was, the way it was pooling beneath her. She loved the luscious feeling of her juices flowing over her skin, sticky and sweet and all for him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, “you really are this good.” He kissed her softly, pulling away only to tell her, “It’s like I’m in a dream,” he murmured quickly before she pulled him back to her. She needed to feel his lips on hers. She carded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, not caring if she seemed needy.  

He licked into her as he pulled his fingers from her. She whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but she felt his hand sliding under her shirt instead. His wet fingers teased her nipple as he deepened their kiss. At the same time, she wrapped her legs around his waist, not wanting any space between them as they continued to kiss. She was already in love with how soft his lips were. 

She ran her hands along his back, grasping the fabric of his shirt, wanting it out of her way. She bit his lip gently, “Take it off,” she whispered when he leaned back from her.

He sat up and tugged his shirt over his head. “Better?” 

She nodded, taking him in, but she immediately noticed the thin, angry lines that marked his skin. Her fingers automatically went to them, skimming over his skin while she whispered an apology. 

He hummed in acknowledgement. “I don’t think I believe you,” he smirked, leaning back down to her, his lips a breath away from hers. 

She traced her fingers along his cheek. “Why?” She asked as her fingertips grazed the mark on his neck. “That?” She smiled - she was starting to feel pleased with herself for making it.

He nodded, “Umhm,” he breathed against her lips. 

“Right,” she mumbled as her lips met his. 

They made out like they had nothing but time. Every kiss feeling longer and sweeter than the one before it. And when his mouth finally shifted from hers and trailed along her throat and down her body, she moaned softly. He pushed her shirt up, kissing and nipping at her tender flesh as he moved lower, tasting her as he went. 

 She moaned softly the first time Seungcheol kissed her pussy. She reached down, letting her fingers catch in his hair as he worked his tongue inside her. She whined when he shifted so his tongue swirled around her clit. He worked his fingers back into her, pressing them deeper than before - the stretch was perfect. 

She came quickly, whining as he let her legs fall to the side. She watched him stand to finish undressing before he sat back between her legs. He was hard, but he still stroked himself a few times before lining himself up with her slick opening. 

He pushed in slowly, biting his lip as he filled her completely. He was still for a moment, enjoying the fact that he was inside her, even better was the way her pussy clenched around him before he had even started to move. 

He was slow at first, and then he started to snap his hips properly, like he had done the night before. He loved the lewd sounds that came from her cunt - she was beyond wet for him for the second time - she was soaking him. He held her thighs up and open so he could literally watch his dick disappearing inside her with every thrust. 

He bit his lip as he concentrated on going as deep as possible. He ignored the way his knees ached, focusing on her moans instead. And then it paid off - the sudden rush of cum as she lost all control. She grasped for him - he held her and tried to keep his same pace. 

But he was just as desperate for her as she was for him - he had wanted to feel her for so long, being buried in her slick cunt was a dream. He couldn’t help himself as he started to sloppily chase his orgasm, fucking into her harder than he intended, but he knew he was so close to the tension breaking.

And finally, he snapped with a sudden moan as relief washed through him along with his orgasm. He had been worried he couldn’t get her there again - to that same completely fucked out, dazed place. 

He leaned over her, kissing her softly, his cock still buried inside her. It was one thing he couldn’t do the night before - he swapped their positions, keeping it inside as he did. He loved the feeling of her body against his as sleep overwhelmed him. 

He knew he would wake up with her to do it all again. 

a/n: fr i hope he was as good as you all hoped ... he's def less rushed and don't worry - y/n's bf from the first fic is def gone ^^

part 3??

♡ kat

p.s. just for fun, since kai has a solo comeback - the first anon (or not anon) who guesses my favorite kai solo track OR solo music video/teaser film, can request a fic from me (plz check my rules to see what i don't write - still only for mingyu and seungcheol, that rule doesn't change).

♡ my [master list] if you want to read more

♡ if you want to be tagged in my posts, go [here]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞 ^^

teasers: all but break your heart |୨୧| tonight tonight

drabbles: co-worker & spanking | gamer boy | professor one | valentine's day (cute) #kat_drabbles

fluff: profound, not sudden (magical realism au)

smut: see bingo series above and random slutty thoughts collection

series: obvious affection (college au) [pt. 1 f] [pt. 2 f&s]

seungcheol bingo: knotting + marking | professor (prof. choi, pt. 1) | monster | spanking (neighbor seungcheol) | big dick + hate sex | forced masturbastion (prof. choi, pt ii) | voyeurism + punishment | coffee shop au + forbidden relationship (never let you go pt. 1) | bodyguard + drunk confession | anon sex + hair pulling + mask wearing | big dick!cheol + hate sex (choose your own adventure) | sexual frustration + ex sex |

omegaverse (a/b/o): alpha seungcheol [pt. 1] [pt. 2] || never let you go [master list] [part 1 ] [part 2] ||

[ taglist ]

☁︎ @syluslittlecrows [e] ☁︎ @gyuguys [e] ☁︎ @tinyelfperson [e] ☁︎ @unlikelysublimekryptonite [e] ☁︎ @livelaughloveseventeen [e] ☁︎ @codeinebelle [e] ☁︎ @ateez-atiny380 [e] ☁︎ @mingcouper [e] ☁︎ @hanniebub [e] ☁︎ @perfectiondazesworld [e] ☁︎ @scoupshawty [e] ☁︎ @peachytokki [e] ☁︎ @coupsbestleader [e] ☁︎ @fleurloovin [e] ☁︎ @babybae-shisui [e] ☁︎ @asyre [e] ☁︎ @dcrlingyou [e] ☁︎ @yeosayang [e] ☁︎

☁︎ @haik-chu [e - one/multi] ☁︎ @gigglensnort [e - one/multi/priv] ☁︎

☁︎ one-time tag from part one comments: @cherrylovescheol ☁︎

[alexanderlightweight]

Could I ask for something in the the worth of a life vs or in the guided by my unchained heart vs? I don't really have anything specific so I'm fine with anything

akjenflakjn yes. you can. please do in fact. here is the next part for when Alec is mostly out of danger and Magnus dealing with the misunderstanding Jace and Izzy are dealing with. I hope you enjoy!!

first part of the worth of a life (I just realized probs most people don't know the plot so its: asmodeus asks for magnus to break the parabatai bond instead of for Magnus' magic. in order for Magnus to save Jace. because Asmodeus thinks Alec will break up with Magnus for the 'betrayal'. so no Magnus losing his magic

<3 lumine

-

the worth of a life

Alec wakes for a second time and wishes he didn’t. He would have held his breath until unconscious if it weren’t for the way his body automatically relaxes as the realization he’s safe and in Magnus’ arms hits him.

Adamas can be fatal for anyone with a deep or harsh enough wound.  

Even shadowhunters.

It is very rare to recover from a wound made from adamas.  Even if the arrow hadn’t been stabbed completely through his chest and out his back, the arrow itself still pierced his heart.

Alec’s body is in upheaval, his very being wrought with the feeling of agony at having been betrayed by one of his own blades. To have it wielded against him in such a way is an anathema.

Shadowhunters, especially ones from gifted bloodlines, did not easily relinquish their weapons.  Often they were heirlooms, passed down between the children who were drawn to them. 

Giving his bow to Magnus, even to save his sister, was comparable to blasphemy and the only reason it’s not considered treason is because none of them thought it plausible and Magnus didn’t follow through.

Magnus was completely right when he said the Clave never imagined downworlders being involved in their own personal events and customs or using their own personal laws, so they’ve left a plethora of gaping hools and easily manipulable loopholes.  

Even better, the Clave can’t change them before they are implemented and they can’t stop Alec and Magnus because they prepare all the work and research ahead of time so while the Clave scrambles to find and change rules before Magnus and Alec can use one, it’s no use.

There are thousands of rules that they just assume aren’t feasible, when really they’re just waiting to be used. The Clave’s bigotry is so intense that it’s a weapon easily used against them.

Magnus and he are in charge every time they use a law against the Clave, the Clave just hasn’t realized it yet.

Despite his thoughts turning from his injuries to admiring the man he loves, Alec remembers again the night and he sighs, pressing a kiss to an exhausted — no doubt because he traveled to Edom, saved Jace, rescued Alec and then helped heal him — Magnus brow.  He carefully — because it hurts to breathe and move and even the beating of his heart aches with an echo of pain —  nuzzles closer and shuts his eyes.

When Magnus feels like waking they will. Until there and probably even after, there is no place he’d rather be than here. 

In Magnus arms.

As Alec drifts back to sleep his thoughts wander and a part of his cauterized soul aches, but it’s strangely not the worst pain he’s felt from it and while it comes and goes it doesn’t overwhelm him..

—

Magnus wakes with the magical buzz of an alert telling him his phone is ringing from an allowed contact. He answers it without looking only to hear quiet, wavering sobs that he recognizes.

“Jace?”

“Magnus—” Jace’s voice is raw and devastated and Magnus mentally sighs as he realizes he’s not going to be able to sleep any longer no matter how exhausted he is.

“What?” 

“Please, I know I have no right but let me see him. Let me see his body.”

Magnus blinks rapidly before he realizes just what is going on and it’s only with the knowledge that the wards will let him know if Alexander’s condition changes that he leaves the room.

“Jace, listen to me. No, do not start begging, just shut up and listen to me.” There’s a moment of unsteady breathing before quiet and Magnus sighs, “Alexander is still alive, Jace.” Across the phone there’s a relieved rattle that sounds nearly inhuman in its relief. “He’s struggling and barely made it, but I assure you that  he’s alive. The parabatai bond didn’t survive the owl being purged from your body and the magic that it took to do so.” Which, while a small omission, isn’t an outright lie either.

It was simply the price of success rather than a side effect. 

However unless Jace specifically asks, Magnus will keep his mouth sealed. Perhaps it is a bit petty, but even when Alexander outright asked Jace and Clary hadn’t told him the truth. If Jace ever asks, Magnus will at least tell him the truth.

There’s no words, just harsh drawn out silence and Magnus is beginning to worry he’ll need to send a fire message to Isabelle since Jace is crying now.

Raw sobs so loud that Magnus has to pull the phone away from his ear with a frown. He understands the relief, the purge of emotions if Jace had thought Alec dead, but he’s too tired to suffer through the sound.

“Jace, Jace I don’t have time for this so pull yourself together.” Because Magnus doesn’t have time. This isn’t callousness. Magnus simply doesn’t have energy for it. He went to Edom, returned and survived a deal with his father, saved Jace and then Alec before portaling them home and summoning Catarina before they spent over twelve hours healing Alexander.

He needs to eat and sleep and recover his magic so that he can keep Alexander safe and breathing and his wounded and raw heart beating. “I think I understand what happened, the parabtai bond snapped for you, it did for Alec as well. If I hadn’t cut off the shaft and held the arrowhead with magics, the convulsions of the bond breaking could have finished killing him. Except while I could confirm to him that you were alive and the owl gone, you had no way to know he was still alive.” 

Magnus ignores the whimper his words cause and continues, “but he is alive. Catarina and I have removed the adamas and are trying our best but we both know that adamas wounds rarely heal, even for nephilim.” 

Iratze’s are useless in the face of angelic weapons.

“I, Magnus, you know I’m me now. You purged it away yourself, can I come? I can be there in ten minutes, please I need to see him.”

“Jace.” Magnus' voice deepens with exhaustion the seriousness of his next statement, “I understand that seeing Alec is what you honestly need and want. However it cannot not happen.  Not only does Alexander remain in a very delicate state even after both Catarina and I exhausted both our potions and magics and rituals, but he’s barely stable.”

“He hasn’t asked for me?” Jace sounds devastated and Magnus reminds himself that he is playing therapist because of Alec.

“He hasn’t barely even spoken yet, Jace. Not since I first found him and only again right after we stabilized him. He asked after you, immediately. However he hasn’t woken up since. That he woke up once at all was a miracle, his heart wasn’t as steady as it should have been when he slept the second time. Again, Catarina and I barely have managed to keep it beating as the adamas went directly into his heart. I truly don’t know if he’ll ever fully recover or if he does, when.”

On the phone Jace’s breath hitches in another sob but Magnus will not hesitate.

He’s too tired and raw too.

“Because of that, I don’t know how his mental state is yet, Jace. Of course he still worries and cares for you, but he also showed me that the parabatai bond was gone again, for good this time he said.  There’s a wound there that was patched before and then somewhat mended but now the very seams have ripped. Between that and your face being the same as the one who taunted and nearly murdered him, I’d rather not shock his heart or his head. Not after both the physical and emotional trauma he’s been through.”

Magnus knows that Jace would love nothing more than to fight him on this. He’s itching for any kind of a brawl, verbal or physical if Magnus knows him — and unfortunately he does.  But Magnus is speaking facts, not antagonizing  him. Even if his words manage to do both.

“Tell him to call me when he wakes up.” Jace’s voice is unsteady, but it’s clear he’s trying to do his best, for Alec this time.

“Once he wakes properly, I’ll tell him to call you when he’s ready. Whenever that is. Also convey to Isabelle, if she and Clarissa aren’t already listening in to this call,” a small wet laugh proves him right. Even if it’s quickly covered by the soft clap of a hand, “that they are also not allowed to visit. This is not an attack against you, Jace or a punishment. This is simply to ensure he survives.”

There’s quiet now and then a silence.

“Jace agrees—” It’s Isabelle’s voice now and it’s hoarse and wobbly but sincere, “he’s a little overwhelmed but that’s the relief.  We understand Magnus and will listen, we just want Alec safe. If anyone disagrees, I’ll change their mind.” From the way she speaks, Magnus knows that it will be in a bloody, eviscerating way. “As much as I want to be there too, I won’t let myself or anyone else get in the way of Alec healing this time.”

Her voice trembles and Magnus wonders if she’s remembering how Alexander nearly died when trying to find Jace via the parabatai rune. How he’d screamed in agony and went down when it disappeared the first time — not that they were told the truth of why — and how badly Alec’s been struggling since Jace’s possession.

“Thank you, Isabelle.” He allows himself a sigh of relief, “the wards are up not only for protection but stability but to decrease fluctuations.  Even Catarina isn’t leaving, she just moved her home to the floor below me so it could be included in the wards, which is where Madzie stays right now.”

“Wouldn’t it have been easier to just stay with you?” 

“Even Madzie can’t be around him right now, Isabelle. The possibility of her magic wanting to reach out and heal him is too strong and her control too limited. We are taking no risk, my dear. Not with Alexander.”

There’s a pause as she reflects upon his words and he hears her murmuring something indistinct to Jace and Clarissa for a moment.

“Thank you, Magnus. For everything. Saving Jace and keeping Alec alive. Thank you. We’ll all keep out of your way until you let us know Alec’s ready. As for the Clave, I think it’s time that we step up and protect Alec this time.”

-

AN:

magnus isn't going to lie to Jace (because that's what Jace did when Alec asked him if he died) but he's not going to supply info. If Jace wants to truly know he can ask and Magnus will tell him exactly why the parabatai bond was broken but also Jace will accept the price because one, he knows you cant exactly negotiate with a greater demon and 2) Magnus saved both his life and Alec. jace would not have handled actually murdering Alec even if he was mind controlled well. but also Jace is find accepting it as a consequence of the owl being gone because he knows the bond has been fucked since he died. so its not going to come up really.

the bond can't be redone, I think clary might offer to try with her runes but that's... you don't force a bond and shed be using her powers to force it and neither want that. also Alec no longer wants it back. if he could have mended it then yes, but despite how much he cares and loves Jace its been nothing but agony after agony for a while now. he barely remembers what a healthy bond feels like after all the pain and betrayal and the last memories he has of it are the distorted fucked up feeling that the owl induced with nightmares etc.

so Alec is just. it's broken so many times that it's clearly not meant to be. no thank you. and Jace doesn't want anything else fucking with his body or brain because clary's runes can sometimes have side effects etc. Jace needs to be alone in his own body and soul to recover and remember who he is, without the bond thanks to Lilith and the owl and at one point Jonathon/Sebastian, fucking with him.

Magnus does not know that the reason Alec is still asleep is because he woke up and exhausted himself with 'thoughts' (waking up and using your brain after trauma is exhausting) and needed to refresh.

[whitehairandtraumatized-bracket]

White Hair and Trauma Brawl Round 1; Poll 33

remember, voting is based on swag, trauma, and favoritism!!

trauma and propaganda under the cut!

Trauma! 

Ryou: Depending on whether you're pulling from the movie or the manga/anime, he either was gifted his haunted necklace (the Millennium Ring) by his father or picked it up after watching it kill his father both in body and soul, when he was a very young child. His sister is dead in unknown circumstances and he writes letters to her. 

Every time since acquiring the Ring that he has tried to play a game with friends, those friends have dropped into comas due to the ghost in the Ring sealing their souls into game pieces, but Ryou doesn't know this until he meets another person with a haunted necklace, which gives the ghost the ability to not only speak to him (revealing that it was doing that soul-stealing in order to grant ryous wishes to 'play games with his friends forever') but also to stab the sharp parts of the Ring into his chest, making it impossible to just take it off.

This ghost can also possess his body directly, imitating him for its own purposes. In vaguely chronological order, it does this to:

- trick his friends into wagering their souls on a tabletop rpg that it has rigged against them

- stab his hand onto part of the TTRPG map he built, rendering it at least temporarily unusable

- remove a metal eye from someone's skull (licks it also but thats tangential unless that guy had transmittable diseases)

- hurt, damage the souls of, and possibly kill various people via card game using ryous identity and deck

- stab his arm to trick ryous friends into assuming his innocence

- go without food or sleep, leaving him hungry and exhausted whenever he actually has control of his body (it is sometimes unclear how much if any time he gets conscious)

- build another extensive ttrpg map which probably took like a ridiculous amount of time and effort

- force his soul to register as 'evil' so he cant help his friends with a massively important task

- vanish after defeat, leaving him with 0 closure, unsure about 99% of what happened for the past however-long, and sort of.. missing it all (ok, thats my interpretation)

AND presumably he misses a bunch of school due to this?? He's lucky it was playing card games, because at least the school makes provisions for that thanks to the protagonists needing an excuse.

Also, not putting this on the ghost's fault, since it actually steps in and takes the hit for him at the last second, but at one point hes forced out into control of the body right as he's about to be literally killed by a card game/egyptian god with the power of the Actual Sun. There's another guys soul in there at that point too but hes just temporarily using the Ring/Ryou as a vessel for survival while his alter wreaks havoc. Also in the Ring is at least part of an evil god that corrupts everything it touches including the ghost that lives in there so thats probably not great for Ryou’s like, spiritual health or whatever. In the anime he has a screaming breakdown in a church which is pretty iconic.

Phi: MAJOR SPOILERS for Zero Escape: Virtue's Last Reward and Zero Time Dilemma.

Has been forced into two death games. Experienced many timelines, some of which include her own death. Experiences multiple near death moments to force her to jump between these timelines. Meets her parents before she is even born (complicated). Is named after herself due to the sacrifices she made. She is knowingly patient zero for a pandemic that kills 3/4ths of the population, and learned to jump through timelines in order to attempt to stop of the pandemic from even happening. She goes through a lot, and a lot of it is hard to even really describe. She is physically more traumatized than most people could ever comprehend of due to shenanigans.

Propaganda!

Ryou: Tormented by ghosts and various other evils throughout his life, all his friends either can't trust him or fall into soulless comas, cries over his own soul being marked as evil, and he keeps putting that cursed necklace back on !! He built an occult-themed deck based around a ouija board cardset. Something wrong with this boy (affectionate)

Phi: She acts strangely and it is extremely cool. She has a brain full of odd references and wit. Everyone should play zero escape and experience her as a companion character. She also literally kills a guy on the moon with a rock is that fucked up or what

phi moment

[calamitoustide]

first lines of my fics

thank you @angel-daydreams @chericheribaby @courfee @messrsrarchives and @where-is-vivian for the tags ily all <33 this is fun

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don't be shy and share anyway!

interlinked - timeloop adjacent/universe hopping + jegulus soulmates + this is how we save james and regulus both

As a child James used to have very vivid dreams.

The Next Best Thing - regulus and remus find comfort (PLATONICALLY) in each other after james is in an accident

Regulus should've known something was wrong. James is always on time, almost to an annoying degree. He should've known something happened when he didn't show up when he was supposed to, but Regulus lost track of time.

So High School! - high school teachers jeg + secret relationship + raising harry

James is fully aware that when his students ask him about his weekend plans they don’t actually care about his weekend plans. He was a student before too, he knows what it’s like.

Fuck It, I Love You! - moonchaser falling in love during the aftermath "the prank"

For a moment it’s peaceful and James doesn’t remember any of it. It’s a distant call of the wind or a soft-spoken lullaby. His mind is hazy and foggy and nothing else matters, like he’s on a cloud above it all. Floating endlessly in the crystal clear blue, like the sea surrounds him completely. He’s buried in its calming tides taking in breaths and feeling them cover him; protect him.

Meet Me Halfway - jamesley + baby harry + sad james

“Help.” Kingsley blinks; it’s clear that he just woke up. If the wrinkles in his T-shirt don't show enough, his eyes are covered in sleep. Also, it’s three am, but James doesn’t find himself caring about that. In fact, Kingsley might deserve being woken up at this hour. “What?” He sputters.

You Don’t Get To Tell Me About Sad - sad james + band au + exes to lovers jeg

Regulus heard that James left the band on Twitter. There were no calls, or lousy text messages, not that he was expecting anything. They don’t really talk like that anymore.

Vanishing Grace - jegulus tlou au + forced proximity + falling in love

“What are you doing?” Regulus doesn’t need to look over to know Sirius is leaning on the doorway. He keeps looking through the cabinets, occasionally shoving food into his open bag. Swiftly moving through the room careful to not let his footsteps carry throughout the rest of the house.

His Parents' Beautiful Boy - sad james + becoming your own imaginary friend after you die

The morning after James kills himself he wakes up in his childhood bedroom.

Stay With Him - jegingsley + sad james + established relationship

James isn’t sure how long he’s been awake. He knows it’s probably longer than it should be considering the sun hasn’t even come through the windows and it feels like it’s been hours, but he hasn’t moved. He hasn’t fallen back to sleep either. He feels Regulus pressed against his back, his arm thrown over his waist, and he doesn’t want to wake him. Plus waking Regulus will wake Kingsley whose soft breathing is on the other side of the bed so James really can’t move.

is it new years yet? - jegulus christmas/new years fic + line cook james + waiter regulus

The first thing Regulus is met with when walking into work is “Yeah” by Usher blasting from deep within the kitchen. It isn’t even eleven am. He’s going to kill James Potter. 

tagging (no pressure): @inevitablestars @starsworth @pissmotif @otrtbs @ephemeralstarss @jeguluses @static-radio-ao3 @kalegreeneyes @shoopsthereitis @messymoony

[clonerightsagenda]

Since it is self-indulgence Saturday, even though this is not podcast girls related in its entirety, I decided to follow in Kate's footsteps and post the outline for a Wolf 359 PMV I have been thinking about for years but can't make to shake everyone by the shoulders and say "do you understand my vision".

It's set to Marianas Trench's "Masterpiece Theatre III." If you are asking yourself 'Hey Kat was this inspired by that one really big lyricst-" what about it. The first and last lines are perfect fits when taken literally, idk what to tell you.

I got a new disease in me Eiffel coughing, Hilbert offering ‘nicotine’ lozenges I got a friend that's losing sleep Hilbert bent over a microscope, Minkowski’s silhouette peering in through the lab door I take it hard, it's hard to take Minkowski frowning and writing a letter starting with Dear Dominik I'm wide awake Hera surrounded by screens showing all three of those previous scenes I'm wide awake Outside shot of the station framed against the star

One more confession, Eiffel speaking into the recorder discretion's not what I need to sell his words broadcasting into deep space I never needed a reason for keeping secrets from myself Anne’s photo taped under his console And now that's just how I tell Hilbert leaning over Eiffel’s shoulder as music plays. Hilbert’s gaze flicks toward him I'm wide awake Eiffel with the gas mask surrounded by knockout gas

I'll wreck this if I have to Minkowski outside the station pounding on the airlock door Tell me what good would that do Eiffel lighting his last cigarette I'll wreck this if I have to Hilbert ripping out Hera’s personality matrix

(I'd be so good to you) Carter shaking Dmitri Volodin’s hand in his Russian apartment (I'd be so good to you) Rachel introducing Minkowski to Hilbert as her science officer at Canaveral

You get separated, somebody's gone Eiffel playing chess with the auto program And I don't know how this is wrong The crew arguing over Hilbert, Hera with a skull speech bubble and Eiffel with handcuffs And I'm so frustrated, falling behind Disheveled Minkowski hunting the plant monster You were a friend of mine Lovelace pushing Hilbert up against the wall, her hands around his throat

I'd be so good to you Lovelace taking Hilbert to lunch at her insistence 'Cause they don't know you like I do Flashbacks to Lovelace’s mission They don't know you like I do Lovelace horrified seeing Eiffel getting sick, flashback to Lambert sick the same way They don't know you like I do Hera viewing Eiffel in the medbay through her screens, a bunch of metrics on blood ox, heartrate, etc. pulled up They don't know you like I do The whole crew staring at the comms as it speaks with Eiffel’s voice

*** Instrumentals: Star changes color ***

There's a difference from me to them Lovelace shoving Minkowski out of the way and getting impaled And the road home is paved in star fuckers requiem Eiffel desperately piloting the rickety shuttle I can never go, go back home again Lovelace’s monitor flatlining (Acadia is gone) Acadia is gone The shuttle exploding and disappearing into the distance

All my indecision, all of my excess Don't you ever tell me I'm not loving you best Cutter in his swanky office receiving the distress call, juxtaposed with Minkowski, breath puffing out from the cold, placing the call. Cutter is dominant in the visuals, with Minkowski as an afterthought And I just need a minute, I just need a breath It's very hard to drink to my continued success and I, I will Rachel Young handing a mission dossier to a shadowy figure. Again Hera’s schematics showing the percentage of the station systems in crisis are present but pushed to the side, peripheral slow down, slow Eiffel half dead slumped over the shuttle console It's better in the worst way The Urania overshadows Eiffel’s shuttle It's getting better in the worst way SI5 looming over him in the open hatch, smiling unpleasantly

(Look around, round, look around, round, look around) (Look around, round, look around, round, look around) (Look around, round, look around, round, look around) (Look around, round, look around, round, look around) Timelapse showing an external view of the station changing – original layout, stress fractures, Urania parked next to it, wing getting blown off (rip Blessie… or not???), Urania getting integrated into the structure

So here's another day, I'll spend away from you Minkowski floating leaning her head against a window. Maybe holding a wedding ring Another night I'm on another broken avenue Eiffel’s mugshot on the console Trading in who I've been for shiny celebrity skin Hilbert getting his wrist slammed in the drawer, his careful samples going flying I like to push it and push it until my luck is over Lovelace staring down Kepler over the chess board

I wonder what you're doing, I wonder if you doubt it Kepler sipping his scotch and gesturing to it, presumably giving The Whiskey Speech. Maxwell and Jacobi in the background pretending to gag I wonder how we used to ever go so long without it Kepler handing Jacobi his business card at the bar All the work to impress, charming girls out of their dresses Maxwell at Hyperion’s house with Kepler surrounded by fancy readouts Smiling pretty and pretty Maxwell and Hera looking at each other on the mindscape beach

I am right beside you, right (I thought you wanted me) (What you want, what you need) Jacobi outside pounding on the capsule, Jacobi inside horrified, Maxwell indecisive I am right beside you, right (I thought you wanted me) Lovelace and Hilbert vs the dentist chair from hell (What you want, what you need) Minkowski attempting to phone home I'll make this perfect again Minkowski slamming her fist into her palm in the hidden room, decision to mutiny (I thought you wanted me) (What you want, what you need) (Cross my heart, I hope to die, hope to die) If I burn out and slip away Lovelace tied to a chair next to Eiffel in the armory, expression defiant. Countdown ticking over the image: 10, 9, 8, 7, 3, 2, 1. When the countdown gets to 1, Lovelace closes her eyes. (What you want, what you need) (Cross my heart, I hope to die, hope to die) (I thought you wanted me) (What you want, what you need) You're beautiful, you are A bloodspattered Lovelace’s eyes snapping open as she’s wreathed in blue light

I've been here so very long Eiffel facing Bob in the hotel room. Stars popping up in Bob's speech bubble to indicate the many systems they've done this with (I could slip into you, it's so easy to come back into you) Restraining bolted crewmembers smiling at an imprisoned Lovelace I'll hide it, can I hide in you a while? Eiffel screaming at a Pryce-piloted Minkowski through the airlock/ the two of them escaping into the vents (I'm not sick of you yet, is that as good as it gets?) Lovelace and Jacobi firing on the Sol capsule with the launcher I never took you for a trick but Lovelace and Kepler staring each other down over the negotiations table sometimes I don't know what you want Cutter and Minkowski superimposed over them I could take it if you need to take this out on someone Rapidfire: Minkowski sending Eiffel home, Jacobi’s fight with Reimann, Lovelace shooting Minkowski, Kepler in the airlock (And this is just the part I portray) Hera in the mindscape facing off against Pryce with Eiffel behind her (And this is just the part I portray) The picture dissolving into shards strobed with jagged electricity I don't know how it got this way Picture resolving into Doug holding a recorder in his hand

[sluckythewizard]

[PUT INTO PLACE, TIED DOWN AND ARRANGED, AND IS NEVER THE SAME, AGAIN.]<-listen to my favorite songs. VAMPIRES ARE WONDERFUL ARENT THEY. THE FLESH IS SO MUCH MORE DURABLE. SO MUCH STRETCHIER THAN HUMANS. THE STRESS DOESNT KILL A VAMPIRE THE SAME WAY IT DOES A HUMAN. YOU CAN TAKE THEM APART THREAD BY THREAD AND LEAVE THEM WIDE AWAKE WITHOUT WORRY OF THE BRAINMATTER SPOILING UNDER VINEGARY AGONY.

[sweetlullabyebye]

Just realized that there are not one, there are not two, there are THREE scenes of Moonjo peeking at Jongwoo

[mantisgodsdomain]

Anyways, to those who have been wondering what we've been doing during our impromptu Tumblr Vacation or whatever we're calling it, we've been trying to find a playthrough of Baldur's Gate 3 that is made by someone who doesn't annoy the shit out of us, and also tormenting Karlach Cliffgate (as you do)

[magicalgirl6]

remember the april fool's day of smile precure. that was good I liked that. yayoi’s a disaster. anyway poisson d'avril or whatever hi

[adore-gregor]

ayyy