#and whatever else we're calling it these days

[lemotmo]

Hi, I need to get something of my chest if I may. If not, feel free to ignore this message. ❤️ I've been so livid and angry about some peoples rasist, sexist and dare I say queerphobic behaviour all because of a fucking FICTIONAL character!! It's been going on for months but this is really the tip of the iceberg, like fuck those hypocritical asslickers and lfj for instigating it, for everything they said. Wanting for Ryan to get deported? Like where to? Texas?? All of a sudden he's not white enough lmao. And everything else they are saying about him and Oliver and Angela Bassett??? I'm not saying lfj didn't get hate but lmao he knew for like two months that he was leaving... Them claiming he's a victim and that he was bullied of the show when he was only a guest star and sorry to say not that great of an actor... I have no sympathy for him and based on all the problematic shit he said, I'm glad we are rid of him and his minions. Good riddance I say, no one is going to miss them! And with the shitstorm they are causing, why would the show want lfj back or any show for that matter??? I wasn't around prior to S7, but I understand what Tim meant about the fandom being worse than ever. I've been in some fandoms where things were tense but nothing like this. Sorry for the rant, it's just so infuriating to see how they behave toward real life people over a bland fictional character. They can like who they want for whatever reason, but imo there here are tons of better gay characters out there and claiming he was some revolutionary representation or whatever tells me all I need to know about them. Sorry again for the rant idk who to talk to about this. Hope you have a nice day! ❤️🙏

Oh Nonny, it's clear you needed to get this off your chest. It's okay. I get it.

You only came in during season 7? You missed such a great period before that. I'm not saying everything was alway perfect and there definitely was fandom discourse. That's unavoidable. But it was discourse on another level. Nowhere near the level we reached over the last couple of months.

But as soon as the Tommies appeared things changed considerably. We were all harassed, accused of terrible things and called 'delusional' for shipping Buddie, a ship that had been around since season 2.

We went from a relative peaceful fandom to a toxic fandom in one single episode. I got called homophobic for not really vibing with Tommy two days after the episode had aired. It was the beginning of a long and very exhausting journey for all of us.

Tommy/Lou and his unhinged fans are the worst thing that has ever happened to the 911 fandom.

But what is done is done. We can't go back. We can only move forward from here. And the future seems so much brighter. No more Tommy and after the way Lou egged his fans on to attack the show and Oliver? Well, we won't ever see him back at ABC. 😏

So let it all out Nonny and then move on. We're in the thick of things right now, but it will all soon pass. As soon as the fandom moves on to the new episode, the Tommies will scatter and probably follow Lou to SWAT. Some hardcore Tommies will stick around, but if we all collectively ignore them, they'll eventually go away as well.

I hope you have a lovely day Nonny!

[manheeiim]

Nothing Lasts Forever - The Graveyard

ᥫ᭡ link to nothing lasts forever masterlist

After what happened at Lana's house, JJ and his friend took me home. JJ had promised to keep talking when we could and maintained that promise. A few days later, I got a phone call from him, late at night.

"Hey, Lucia." I heard him say through the phone.

"Hey." I responded, unable to help the smile that crept onto my face upon hearing his voice. I guess you could say I developed a crush on him. Not just a crush where I thought he was cute or whatever- a real crush.

"What are you doing right now?" JJ asked.

"Nothing much. Just laying in bed." I respond.

"Well, I was wondering if you'd want to come with me and my friends on a little... late-night adventure, we could call it that." JJ asked.

"Uh... I mean, I guess. Where are we going?" I questioned as I sat up in bed.

"It's a surprise. Just get dressed in something you don't mind maybe getting dirty." JJ tells me.

"Okay..." I respond as I get out of bed, walking to my dresser, the phone still up to my ear.

"We'll come get you. See you in a few, sweets." JJ said and let's just say the nickname didn't pass me by.

"S-see you soon." I flutter out before we both hang up.

Around ten minutes later, I saw the van pull up into my driveway and thankfully, they were smart enough to turn the headlights off. I open up the window of my luckily one-story home and sneak out of it, leaving it slightly open so that I could get back inside. I run over to the van and the door slides open, revealing JJ and some guy I had yet to meet in the back.

I get in the back as well before glancing towards the front and see John B and a girl I hadn't met yet either.

"Guys, this is Lucia." JJ introduces me as Pope closes the van door.

"Hey." The girl says as she looks back.

"I'm Pope." The guy in the back says, holding out a hand for me to shake which I do.

"I'm Kiara." The girl greets me.

"It's nice to meet you guys." I politely say.

JJ pulled me back onto the seat where he sat gently without a word. I glance over at him and he smiles down at me.

"You ready for some adventure?" JJ asks lightly.

"I still don't know what we're doing but... sure." I respond, a small smile on my face as well. John B starts to drive the van away from my house and towards the destination, turning the headlights back on.

JJ grabs a blunt from off a surface in the van and lights it up, putting it in his mouth and taking a hit. I never minded when people smoked so it didn't bother me as I just chilled next to him.

"Do you want a hit?" He asks.

"Sure." I say and he hands it over to me. I didn't do much smoking on my own but if I was with friends that did, I'd do it too. I put it in my mouth and take a hit before exhaling the smoke and handing the blunt back to JJ.

"Guys, I know that I was wrong about the lighthouse and pretty much about everything else. But, I was right about one thing. My dad is trying to tell me something." John B says, obviously picking up a conversation that they were having before I got here.

No one says anything and I glance over at JJ. He leans in closer to whisper into my ear, "I'll explain later." He says and I nod. I look ahead out the front windshield before flinching when I feel JJ's arm go around my shoulders, pulling me closer. I glance over at him and he's just looking away, smoking the blunt, completely chill about doing this. I un-tense as I look out the windshield again, relaxing into his touch.

We get to a graveyard and all get out with either a flashlight or a lantern. We walk through the dark graveyard and I can't help but find myself walking closely to JJ. It wasn't exactly comforting to be at a graveyard so late at night.

"So, Redfield. This whole time, I thought it was a place, right? But it's not a place." John B says and we walk up to a mausoleum. "It's a person." He says and I look up at the name on the building.

"Voi-effing-là." JJ says next to me and I can't help but giggle quietly to myself, making him look over at me with a smile.

"See, my great-great-grandmother Olivia Redfield. That was her maiden name." John B explains though, personally, I'm still confused.

"Okay, help me with the door, come on." John B says and Pope goes to help. JJ stays back with me for a moment before Kiara tells him to go help. So I simply stand back with Kiara.

I watched as they all started to attempt to push but obviously, it was really heavy and it would not open from just the strength of the three of them. Suddenly, they jumped back and I could see a snake slither out and hiss.

"That's a moccasin, all right. Ye olde Doctor Cottonmouth. Death in tall grass." JJ says and I simply furrow my eyebrows. He then starts to bark at the snake.

"JJ, shut up. Shut up!" Kiara quietly yells.

"You're gonna wake the friggin dead, man." Pope complains.

"Dude, they're afraid of dogs. Everyone knows that, man." JJ says as he steps back with me for a moment. "Wait, hold up. If there's one, there's probably dozens." JJ says before he starts to bark more.

"Stop barking at the snakes!" John B exclaims.

"We're not gonna get in there, all right. It's not budging." Pope tells John B. "We should probably just go."

"I can get through." Kiara suddenly says and everyone looks at her.

"What?" John B responds. "No, no, no. You think you're gonna fit through the hole?" He asks.

"Look, this is about your dad. And honestly, I really don't believe in it, but you deserve to know the truth." She tells him.

John B then looks at me, "Maybe Lucia can go with you." He suggests.

I don't even have time to respond before JJ says, "No. No way. She's not doing that." He says and everyone goes silent for a few moments, the others a little shocked. "Kiara wanted to do it." He then adds.

"Yeah. It's fine." Kiara says.

The three boys help her up into the mausoleum and we wait. JJ stands to the side and lights another blunt. He stands there and smokes. JJ glances over at me and sees me looking. He motions me over and so I go.

JJ exhales some smoke as I walk over, "So, how're you liking this little late-night adventure?" He asks.

"I'm a little confused but... it's different, for sure." I respond.

"I'll tell you all about it later. Well, all that I know. I really don't get it but..." JJ trails off. "Weed sure does help a lot." He randomly adds, making me giggle.

He hands me the blunt and I take a hit before handing it back to him. He takes another hit and we both look over when we see headlights.

"Code red. Code red. Square groupers! Square groupers!" JJ tells the others. He grabs onto my hand, not rough but in a firm manner as we all start to rush behind the mausoleum.

We all rush to turn our lights off and JJ's hold on my hand remains as we stand behind the building. He looks over, quietly saying, "Homie has a gun."

"Screw this." Kiara says before she starts to run and we all do the same.

We ran towards where there was a gate and a wall. I exhaled before going to climb up the wall and I could feel JJ's hands on the back of my legs as he helped to push me up and over. I hop over and quickly he hops over as well.

We all stop when we see that Pope is stuck on the fence by his pants. "Guys, I'm stuck!" He whisper-yells.

"Pope, come on, man." JJ says.

JJ pulls out a gun and holds it up. John B quickly pushes it down, "No, JJ." He says. Kiara pulls Pope down and his pants rip, leaving him in just his underwear.

"Nice." JJ teases. "Come on, dude. It's a little tootsie roll." He adds as we all run to the van making us all laugh as we pile into the van.

[buddie-buddie]

Buck wakes with a strangled gasp, visions of the scenes he’d just seen in his fitful sleep still vivid and chilling as they flash behind his tear-filled eyes. 

His breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps as he blinks his way into consciousness and tries to shake off the nightmare that still has its claws sunk deep into his racing heart.

“Shh.” There’s a warm, familiar voice in his ear, thick and heavy with sleep. Everything settles. Buck’s breath comes a little easier, the rapid rise and fall of his chest evening out as he registers the warm, grounding weight of Tommy’s arms around him.  

When he was a kid, his nightmares looked a little different. Instead of 100-foot waves and snipers in broad daylight, he used to see monsters and ghosts. When he was older, he had a recurring nightmare of a man who looked a lot like Doug dragging his sister away kicking and screaming. He used to slip out of his bed and shuffle down the carpeted hallway to Maddie’s room, where she’d wake up to the creak of the door and the triangle of light bleeding into the dark room and say, “Evan? What is it?” 

He’d sit on the side of her bed and she’d take his hand in hers and ask him what he wanted to dream of instead. He’d say riding our bikes or the ice cream truck or building sand castles at the beach and Maddie would fold his still-shaky fingers down to lock the good dream in and she’d ruffle his hair and send him back to bed feeling lighter and safer and loved. 

It’s different now, but somehow still the same. 

He still drifts back to sleep feeling calm and safe and grounded. Only instead of Maddie tucking good dreams into the palm of his clammy hand, he has Tommy pressing kisses into his hair and whispering promises against the shell of his ear. It’s different, but it’s good. 

It’s so fucking good.

It’s good even now, as Buck’s breath catches on a shaky inhale, a tiny whimper slipping past his lips.

Even if he tried, he couldn’t find the words to explain the sick and twisted things he just saw in his dreams, nor could he get them out past the lump in his throat. But he doesn’t try and Tommy doesn't expect him to, doesn’t ask him to relive the worst moments of his life for the second time in one night. Buck’s already made the introductions between Tommy and the ghosts still so intent on haunting him.

Tommy knows that on the nights they come back around, Buck would rather be held. He would rather be reminded that he’s here and he’s alive and that it all didn’t end on the pier that day, beneath the ladder truck that night. That his heart started to beat again in the eighteenth second of the third minute, that he came back. And that he’s not alone. 

Tommy shushes him again, warm and reassuring. “S’okay, baby.” 

His arms tighten around Buck’s waist, pulling him back against his chest with a sleepy, contented hum. He mumbles something into the side of Buck’s neck that Buck can’t quite make out, yet understands perfectly when followed by the gentle, almost reverent press of Tommy’s lips to the side of his jaw. 

Hot tears prick at the backs of Buck’s eyes, and he’s not sure if they’re a product of the nightmare or the fact that, even in his sleep, Tommy shows up for him. 

Tommy always shows up for him. Physically, sure– Buck will never forget the sight of him all but tearing through the hospital doors, sooty and sweaty and smiling, despite the bone-deep ache that comes from sixteen hours on the scene of a fire. But emotionally, too. 

He’s levity when Buck needs it and sincerity when he doesn’t. He’s generous with his affection and even more so with his praise. He’s a steady, grounding force, an anchor in the sand when Buck starts to feel unmoored, when the waves get too high and it all gets to be just a bit too much. He’s patient and charming and kind and he’s such a nerd. And he’s aware and attentive in ways that still make Buck’s heart swell and his chest ache. 

It’s like he has a sixth sense, how he’s so tuned into Buck, how he always seems to know what it is Buck wants, what it is Buck needs. He knows just what to say, just what to do. Even now, half asleep. Tommy shows up for him. Always. In all ways. And Buck could cry about it. 

No, scratch that. 

Buck will cry about it. He tries blinking the tears back, but it’s no use. They’re heavy and hot as they roll down his cheeks. Tommy’s voice is still deep and gravelly, thick with sleep as he holds Buck close and murmurs, “I got you.”

He hasn’t said it yet, but Buck knows. He knows. He feels it deep in the marrow of his bones and in the warmest corners of his soul. He hasn’t said it yet, but he will. 

Buck can hear it in the silence that settles over them just before they drift off to sleep, tangled up in each other’s arms. He can feel it in the moments between slow, steady heartbeats as they move around Tommy’s tiny kitchen, cooking breakfast and swapping coffee-laced kisses and stories from their shifts. He can see it in the warmth of Tommy’s smile and the fondness in his eyes any time he walks into a room. He can feel it in the reverence with which Tommy touches him, the way he says his name like a prayer and a promise all at once. 

Which is why, just as much as he knows that he loves Tommy, Buck knows that when he does say it, Tommy will say it back. 

also on ao3

[zerodaryls]

it's so funny (read: sad) that if bigoted fuckheads didn't insist i was a woman simply by virtue of my body at birth, i'd probably be chill with she/her pronouns in addition to he/they. if my mom didn't insist i was her daughter, i'd probably let her call me that, and we could still have a relationship.

i'm nonbinary and 'gendered' words are hypothetically meaningless, but because there are so many people who are more interested in telling me who i am rather than lovingly and curiously letting me express my own sense of self, those words carry trauma.

there's no reason a nonbinary person like myself can't be a son and a child and a daughter. there's no reason a nonbinary person like me can't go by he, they, and she.

'she' is not a slur. 'daughter' is not derogatory. 'beautiful' 'pretty' 'gorgeous' 'feminine' are not insults.

to the contrary, they're parts of language that express certain facets of a multi-faceted human existence, like mine.

and i have this sad, mournful feeling that if it weren't for unloving, condescending people, i'd probably be down to be called any of those things alongside my usual masculine/neutral terminology.

but i'd rather die than let anyone tell me what i have to be called.

[comfortlesshurt]

annnnnddddd, 40k in 42 days is officially finished at 67k in 42 days!

shoutout to today's piece for seven songs of suffering for pushing out that last 1.8k, but also my god, I was not meant to draft and edit same day. so if you spot anything stupid in this fic, you have got to tell me

[raksh-writes]

Gosh, this sudden change in weather has absolutely wrecked me, Im so damn useless I can barely sit straight, not to mention any type of thesis writing or anything similar ;_;

Guess it's time to take a forced break and let my brain slush around my skull like the sludge it has turned into, ughh

[selvepnea]

Thinking about. That one post about art. And how it's never good enough. Since you're the one that made it. And how. It might relate to how I view myself?

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 14

"Diamond on a Landmine” by Billy Talent

[vanweezer]

so glad easter weekend is fucking over so i dont have to see everyone xtianity posting until maybe december. fuck off i don't know bible holidays

[kangaracha]

wouldn't expect a lot of queenmaker until ~christmas time, which is not what i would like to say but my body is just telling me to ease up after november and i'm hitting that pre-holiday slump so we're just chillin. we're playing a game for the first time in six months. we're doing a puzzle. my eyes are really blurry rn so i think i'll go to bed.

[todayisafridaynight]

SO! I've wanted to talk about The Clip all day but felt like I should wait until the tumblr "premiere" (even though I think you were literally one of the first people to see it on Twitter lol). Thank you for defending my honor btw even if I am just Someone <3

But. Yes. Yeah. Yokoyama's absolute certainty in saying that??? Without anything to even buffer it? No maybe. No "don't expect too much." Just point-blank in front of a huge fan (whom I believe he's now going to be working with), a staff member, and a massive audience. As if that part isn't the matter of contention. I WILL be injecting those words directly into my veins for some time.

I was on the verge of choking and/or spewing blood and/or crying before posting it though lol, so I really appreciate the vote of confidence regarding the translation and I love your redraw! The reception as a whole has been really nice, although I wish people would keep it to themselves if they'd rather have Nishiki or Ryuji back or whatever. Not like it's a race, but even if it was, Mine's been in last place for ages lol.

And while I enjoy Y3's writing more than most, Mine's death wasn't some Grand Meaningful Statement, it was the decision of a fledgling studio that never knew if it would be able to keep making these games trying to tell a self-contained story. It did have far-reaching consequences for the series, but those consequences are also... not really relevant anymore?

Like, I can and have argued that Mine's death caused the fall of the Tojo Clan, but the clan has already fallen. So I don't see why some people are acting like revisiting his character would be A Spit In The Face to the saga somehow, but I guess I've never really been against characters being brought back...? A quote from the staff that's always stuck with me from the staff is that RGG is always going for RGG-ism, not realism.

Ranting aside... I honestly don't know if I should be saying this, but there's this new guy working the counter at Survive in some LaD8 behind the scenes footage. Now, upfront, I'm 99.8% sure it's not Mine (I happen to have a 100% accuracy rate so far identifying major RGG characters from extremely blurry images and silhouettes lmao), and I have no idea who it is, whether it's a new character or an old one heavily redesigned or Just Some Guy.

But he's not Kashiwagi. And he happens to have slicked-back dark brown hair with what appears to be an ahoge in some angles. And, unless the materials are temporary, he also dresses A Lot Like the celebrity Mine's design was based on. And his features... line up closely enough to piss me off, even though they don't fully match in the end, which is why I don't think it's him.

I'm in argumentative essay mode 100% of the time which is why I'm saying this in a "convincing" tone despite literally not believing it myself, but like... wouldn't that be something? To just have Mine part-timing at Survive or whatever and no one makes a big deal of it because they don't know any better? If nothing else, I really do think he should get The Bartender Treatment.

I dunno, I might post about it with a comparison tomorrow because it's been on my mind lately, especially with The News, but I really don't want people to get the wrong idea either. Or embarrass myself if it was too tenuous of a link to look that deeply into from the start lol

I remember seeing it two minutes after you posted it, so I can imagine I was one of the first to the scene of the crime (so my friends put it LMAO). AND OF COURSE I- and a lot of us- can't be any more grateful for all the work you do than we already are. I'd go insane trying to document and manage everything you do! especially when you have insane people like me ready to pounce on the smallest thing like I know I'd cry FJLKAJ The least I can do is give a proper title/credit to you when I can o7

If Yokoyama had any remaining hesitance about Mine being alive, then he REALLY would have fumbled by sounding so certain. Like in his old tweet, he certainly sounded more ambiguous, but this time he really had no extra notes and sounded more sure of himself. I won't expect RGG to do anything with Mine, but the concept is still very much exciting and the idea that Yokoyama almost seems earnest about the idea of bringing Mine back for whatever reason is very nice to know :] And thank you about enjoying the art I did! I can't lie in the slightest, since the last ask where you alluded to posting the clip, I had that drawing saved in the back of my head ready to make once you had that posted LMAO

But oohh not to touch drama since I generally try to Not touch it, but yeah I can't act like I haven't seen some people be. ""Interesting"" about the idea of Mine being alive. I won't dive too deep into it, but I think my major issue with the few grievances I've seen is that RGG hasn't done anything with Mine's alive status. As of right now, it's just a thing Yokoyama said, so I don't understand the need to be so angry about it (it's especially weird to say Ryuji hasn't been back when he not only got to be a playable protagonist in Dead Souls, but he was also the protagonist of RGGO- though I suppose I can understand wanting him in the mainline series again. Still, it's weird to act as though Mine's back any more than he is and being upset about it just because Yokoyama said he was alive)...

Moving on though, I'm really curious as to this 'mystery figure' you mean. I've been missing out on LaD8 production material, so I haven't seen this bit myself but I'd love to take a stab at it and analyze myself too. I agree though: if Mine does come back- whether he's working at Survive or anywhere else- I would greatly prefer if he had The Bartender status and was just never really called attention to and only existed in the background

[miamicommune]

another day another horrifying nightmare!!

[jaythelay]

Boy howdy with all those claims of roaming trans shooters that don't exist it sure would be baffling for us not to point out roaming white supremecists, nazis, and the fact one of them tried to shoot Dump and kill a dem's husband with a hammer that R's then mocked.

Eeeeeh nah. Let it slide. Can't have a "win", that would be barbaric! The idea of pointing out the problem has escalated is problematic and unethical! An issue that escalated entirely because of Republicans. Who claim that the Republican that shot Dump is because of Biden. Or Antifa. Or BLM.

Woe-is-me the next time they point out a minority shooter. Can't be fucked anymore. It's all theatrics to people but they pretend not to play. If all you do is wait to defend, then all you are is a pacifist. And congrats. It ain't working still.

Ya had a chance and ya'll elected not to use it. I've seen comparisons to that of a republican assassinating an ex-pres is comparable to...pointing that out? What I'm doing now is comparable to assassination to many, many, many dems and is treasony for R's.

Heartwrenching idiocy.

Ya gotta try. You can't sit on the bench when such an opportunity hits.

Culturally R's have made trans and drag queens out as violent groomers. Immigrants and mexicans as rapist gangs. They got laws to seperate children from lgbt parents. They're burning/banning books and killing libraries. Defunding schools and denying free school lunches. They've made school shooters a natural american phenomenom. They've destroyed communities and families. They raided the capitol and killed officers.

It's deplorable that ya'll ignore this one moment of cultural shift because you're scared to look immoral.

Don't be. Because you'll Never Do Anything as you've Never Done Anything but small social progress.

No matter WHAT you do morally or ethically, R's will see treason, see terrorism. There is nothing you can do to change that. They kill people based on skn color. Based on if they look trans. A fucking governor expressed joy at a non-binary CHILD being MURDERED in a school by bigots. Who did not get in trouble for it!

Make Cultural Shifts.

Don't let R's be the only ones to do it in the name of hate. This should make republicans more self-aware, more critical, more class conscious. Instead, leftists seem to be enabling and coddling them once again.

Empathy is fake for Republicans. Your Empathy, their Empathy. All of it. We have seen it time and fucking time again. How the fuck. Do you still go back to the abuser. Everytime. Do not coddle republicans, they will LARP their way out as they have thousands and thousands of times before.

HAD the roles been reversed, and it was a minority or leftist, they told everyone what would've happened. Civil War. They Would Have Killed You and Your Friends, and Any Homeowner with a rainbow flag. Mexicans. Trans looking people. Black people. Drag Queens. Gay Bars. Everyone.

And ya'll won't even verbally smack talk them. No no no, please, keep upvoting Epstein as an Angel blocking the bullet for Dump. Oh yes. Please ignore that they told you they'd kill you. Turn that other cheek tee hee!

That won't have even longer lasting fucking problems.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

My Husband

Calling the LADS Men your husband in public while still in the boyfriends stage. [Requested by: fish-crow-star-snowman]

Zayne

[Ordering sweets at a bakery]

MC: I'll have six of the macarons and I believe my husband would like the matcha coconut doughnut

Zayne would be shocked hearing those words come out of your mouth. He would eye you up and down before smiling as the butterflies in his stomach went crazy.

Cashier: Will that be all?

Zayne: Yes that is all unless my wife wants anything else

Rafayel

[Walking around the night market]

Stranger: You're very beautiful. Could I get your number?

MC: *Grabs Rafayel's arm* I'm actually here with my husband

Rafayel: What made you think you were good enough to even look at her?

As soon as the guy walks away Rafayel starts fanboying over the fact that you called him your husband.

Rafayel: You trynna wife me up?

MC: You're supposed to wife me up

Rafayel: I don't know that sounded like a proposal

MC: It wasn't

Rafayel: Don't be shy I'll gladly marry you

MC: I want a divorce

Rafayel: We're not even married yet 😰

MC: Well you talk too much

Xavier

[Booking a cooking class]

MC,*on the phone*: Yes for two just me and my husband alright see you then thank you

Xavier stopped whatever he was doing and stared at you, slack jawed, with those big blue doe eyes.

Xavier: Your husband?

MC: Yea ... is it a problem that I called you that?

Xavier: N-no I- I like it

MC: Good I'll keep doing it then

Xavier: Does that mean I can .... call you my wife?

MC: I'd like that

Xavier: Good ..... my wife

He chuckles to himself as if the words tingled on his lips. Before you knew it he was picking you up by the waist.

Xavier: My pretty wife

Sylus

[A day shopping in Linkon]

Cashier: Will that be cash or card?

MC: Oh my husband got it

Sylus says nothing as he swipes his card and grabs your bags from the counter. He doesn't say anything until you're alone in his car.

Sylus: Your husband huh?

MC: Is that not what you want to be?

Sylus: I'll be whatever you allow me to be sweetie

MC: Then you're my husband

Sylus: I'll have the papers drawn up by end of day

MC: What about my ring?

Sylus: You'll get that soon

MC: Why are we skipping steps?

Sylus: If I recall correctly you started it kitten

MC: You’re such a kid sometimes

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  happy sunday! here's another assortment of smut / nsfw dialogue prompts but with more explicit language. a dirtier sequel to my other, more subtle, smut prompt list. please do not interact if you are under eighteen. )

❛ you can't expect me to do all the work. i want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do. ❜

❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜

❛ i want you to fuck me so badly. ❜

❛ do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? ❜

❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜

❛ you can call me whatever you want, baby. ❜

❛ be good, and i'll fuck you / let you fuck me. ❜

❛ we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? ❜

❛ that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me. ❜

❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜

❛ your body was made for mine. ❜

❛ you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜

❛ you want gentle? wrong fucking address. ❜

❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜

❛ it's my thigh or nothing. i'm not helping you get off. ❜

❛ i'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜

❛ i can see you enjoy having the upper hand for once. ❜

❛ you're such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜

❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜

❛ come in me. i need you to fill me up. ❜

❛ now, i'll ask again, are you going to be good for me? ❜

❛ we both know how much you're going to enjoy this. ❜

❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜

❛ you can take my clothes off for me. ❜

❛ begging is a good look for you. ❜

❛ i'll take good care of you, i promise. ❜

❛ i'd say you need someone to put you in your place. ❜

❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜

❛ i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me. ❜

❛ it made them hard to see me bleed. just like it's making you hard. ❜

❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜

❛ i want to see how pretty you look with your lips around my dick / strap. ❜

❛ i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty. ❜

❛ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜

❛ you came so fast, i barely even touched you. ❜

❛ do what you want, but you'd better make it good or i'll kill you. ❜

❛ as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more. ❜

❛ missed my touch that much, did you? ❜

❛ someone's needy. ❜

❛ you taste like heaven. ❜

❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜

❛ i'm going to put that mouth of yours to good use. ❜

❛ you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜

❛ you'll be begging for me by the time i'm through with you. ❜

❛ let me stay like this in you for a little bit. ❜

❛ look at that pretty expression. i always knew you could make one. ❜

❛ was it good for you too? it's never been like that before. you've never been like this before. ❜

❛ is that how you usually get out of these situations? by fucking your way out of them? ❜

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

You're An Actor (Well What Else Would I Be?)

So I can't get this idea of my head but don't know how to arrange it, so I'll just post it as it comes to me.

For this prompt Danny is a movie actor as has just received his first big role.

The movie is happening in Gotham, so he's there to shoot & rehearse.

The twist I guess you can call it is Danny's character role for the movie is a prostitute, so while he's waiting in between scenes he goes out to explore Gotham while still wearing his 'costume'.

Everyone around him besides his boss and coworkers thinks he's genuinely one. Since he's still not really a recognizable actor yet.

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The way Danny starts to interact with the Bats is Danny 'I Attract Trouble' Fenton, is he's not clocking just why so many assholes are messing with him,

Which is more of an annoyance than anything really he took on worse when he was younger constantly, a couple human jerks aren't really on the same level of his 'danger scale'.

Anyway Danny takes care of them and the Bats always arrive just when he's finished mopping the floor with (all the while he's in platform stilettos)

This scene becomes common

Until one day they hear Danny genuinely sound scared and like he's not able to get away,

In reality he's fine, he and his co-actor(?) are rehearsing for a future scene

" And really we're practicing for a movie you can stop choking him now please!"

"...You're an actor?"

"Yeah?"

"Oh you're an actor!"

"Well what else would I be?"

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Other dialogue I had imagined was

Bat of your choice: "I can get you a job if you need it or give you recommendations."

Danny: "Why would I want to switch jobs, It's great and my parent are so happy when I told them?"

Bat: " Your parents know."

Danny: "Yup"

Bat: " And they're happy with it?"

Danny: "Absolutely ecstatic!"

Bat: "..."

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Y'all can decide if this turns into a romance story & with what pairing(s)

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(Also before someone takes this out of context or smt to mess with me 🙃, I'm not saying prostitutes or their work are wrong and shouldn't be respected they absolutely should be respected, what they're doing is difficult and dangerous work. It's one of the oldest professions to still exist.

The way I imagine the Bats especially RH is that they give them options in case that's something that they don't like working in or want to retire, if they do decide to stay for whatever reason then they give them protection and/or care so that they can continue doing their job as safely as they can.

Capeesh?)

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Just an Idea