#anyway they should've introduced my boy :(

[virq-qgo]

If you still need Arthur Morgan requests, what about some angst that turns into fluff or smut in the form of being captured by a gang and forming a bond with a fellow captive?

Or perhaps him desperately longing for someone he thinks he has no chance with until he finds out they're just as into him? Bonus for him breaking down a little about it >:)

I fucked up *sobs* I wanted extra money on rdr2 so I was introduced the world of cheats. I didn't fucking know it wouldn't save my process until I found out when I was fucking sent back to the beginning. Not too happy about that.

Also, I'm so sorry for the delay. I am working on the other requests, but I have a hard time writing when I notice that nobody sees/likes/reposts/comment my work. Cause I work hard on it, and lose the motivation if it goes unnoticed. So please forgive me for the slow updates! I also feel like I can't write anymore so now it's just shitty.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! I decided to write the second prompt because my brain generated ideas for that one!!!

Warnings: Arthur is OOC (probably, idk..) I don't remember that one guys name, but he was an "O'Driscoll" but joined the camp. Drunk Arthur, my writing, unedited because my neck and back hurts. (I locked in.) FEM reader

Arthur Morgan, the man who had a five thousand dollar bounty on his head. The man who was deemed as dangerous and do not approach. Had some silly school boy crush on the sweet girl at the camp. And that girl was you.

The way you would care for him when he returns back from a trip Dutch had sent him on, make sure to have left over meals so that he could eat. You even go as far to bathe him when Arthur has no energy left in him to do it himself. 

Oh, how deep in love he has fallen.

But he couldn’t help but let his mind wander if those soft hands of yours had touched another man's body.

Or if you smiled that beautiful smile to somebody else.

Maybe your arms wrap tighter against another man's body when you’re sharing a horse.

A sigh escaped his lips as he guided his horse back into camp, he was starting to think too much of you and it was taking a serious toll on him. As soon as Arthur arrived at the posts to hitch his horse. He heard your laughter. 

There he saw you with Kieran, laughing. 

He didn’t know why it had made him so angry, but it did. He wanted to beat Kieran for making you laugh. For getting to see your smile. 

But, Arthur couldn’t help but think about just how much better Kieran was. He was a good man, and didn't have a bounty. And treated everyone with kindness even if he didn’t get it back. Arthur Morgan truly had no chance with you. And it hurts.

So he did what he did best when it came to dealing with shitty emotions. Going to the bar and getting absolutely shit faced.

Arthur had been six beers in and lost count of the amount of shots he took. Despite being shitfaced, he would never be shitfaced enough to not notice you. He felt your presence near him and when looking, there you were right next to him with a concerned look on your pretty face.

“Arthur,” Your voice was soft and gentle. “Come home, it’s getting late.”

He knew he should've listened to you and put down the beers. But he was too deep in to care. “Go on back to Kieran.” Arthur slurred over his words before calling over the bartender for another beer.

But as soon as the man tried giving another bottle to Arthur. You snatched it and gave it to the next person.

“H-hey!” Arthur yelled, turning his body to face you but stumbled over his feet. Almost nearly losing his balance. “That was mine!”

You slipped the bartender some money before grabbing Arthur by the arm and leading him to the entrance of the saloon. Ignoring his drunken protest and attempts at pulling away from you, you still took him to the hotel.

“One room please,” You say with a smile on your face to the man behind the counter. Paying what you owed, the man placed the key to the room into the palm of your hand. 

“Please no trouble, that man is a trouble maker as it is.” He spoke sheepishly. Almost regretting letting you buy a room.

But unfortunately for him, you were already gone and up the stairs.

“Arthur, stop dragging your feet.” You grumbled and tugged on his hand while trying not to get irritated with him.

“Then take me back to the damn saloon.” Arthur argued.

With a surprising amount of strength, you yanked him to the hotel door and held onto him with a death grip while trying to unlock the door. Soon enough, you unlocked the door and guided Arthur in before shutting it behind you. 

“God dammit woman.” Arthur grumbles at you as he wobbles over to the bed and flops onto it. “your always ruinin, it for me! For making me feel the way I do about yah,” Arthur rubs a hand over his face before taking off his hat and placing it on the nightstand beside him. “Yer lucky that I love yah, otherwise I wouldn’t have been that easy to take!”

You look at Arthur puzzled, he loved you? Nonsense. You saw the way he interacted with Mary Linton. Now that was love, the way he would caress her cheeks when she was upset. How would he take her on trips with him just to make her happy? Arthur just bout did almost anything for that woman.

But he was drunk, maybe he thought you were her.

“Arthur you’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

He calls out your name and sits up to look at you, like he wasn’t absolutely plastered. “I wanted to kill that boy today. I should be the only one who gets to make you laugh like that, o-or smile.” He drunkenly grumbles, “can’t but think about how good you are. I shouldn’t have these feelings for yah.”

“Arthur-” you try to stop him but he interrupts you.

“You’re so beautiful, and I'm so in love with you. And it makes me so mad that some boy can make you laugh so easily. I get it, I'm older, roughed up. Even got a bounty on my head. I don’t deserve to have these feelings for you.”

You watch Arthur ramble, but you notice something that makes you frown. There were tears in his eyes but he wiped them before you got a chance to say anything.

“I might be drunk, but i’m not drunk enough to not remember how in love I am with you. The damn alcohol didn’t stop from how much I'm hurting.” He chuckles, trying to attempt to mask the pain in his voice.

“Arthur, even if you don’t know what you’re talking about. You are loved, you are meant to be loved. I don’t know why you bother hiding how you truly feel about the people you care about, because everyone I know loves you. All the women back at camp boast about just how safe they feel, the children look up to you and tell me about how Uncle Arthur taught them how to bug Dutch. And the men, they see you as their brother.” You rant, but your voice was gentle. Even though this was meant to drill into that head of his, you couldn’t bring yourself to be upset with him. But as soon as you were about to go off on him again. You notice those same tears that he was trying so hard to hide, fall down his cheeks.

And without thinking, you step closer to Arthur and wipe his tears away with your thumb. “Maybe tomorrow morning, if you remember telling me just how much you love me. You can treat me to breakfast and I’ll tell you how I feel.” 

With a nod of his head, Arthur agreed. “Can you stay with me for the night? I don’t want to be left alone.

“Of course I can.” You smile before walking to the chair in the corner. It won't be comfortable, but it’ll work. 

“What are you doin’?” Arthurs voice broke you from your train of thought.

You gave the man a weird look before sitting down in the chair ,“Getting comfortable?” 

You see Arthur roll his eyes before standing up, still very wobbly. But managed to walk over to you and pull you up.” “Get in the damn bed woman.” he grumbled while he guided you to the bed.

“Are you sure-” You try to talk but he interrupts you once again.

“Drunk or not, I wouldn't be a real man if I let a woman sleep uncomfortably.”

A soft smile sits on your face as you crawl into bed, waiting for Arthur to join you. And once he does, you unconsciously scoot a little closer to him. His warmth and scent immediately puts you to sleep.

The sun peeking from the blinds and shining straight into your eyes, was what woke you up. You reach out to feel for Arthur, but he wasn’t there. This really woke you up. 

You couldn't help but let your mind wander to the previous night where he had confessed his feelings. You knew he had mistaken you for Mary Linton. God, you hated yourself for agreeing to sleep in the same bed as him. Tears pool your eyes as you feel the embarrassment fill your blood. As you were getting up from the bed, the door opened and there stood Arthur with breakfast in his hands. The warm look he had on his face dropped once he noticed the tears in your eyes.

“What's wrong?” He asked and put the breakfast he had found and placed it onto the table.

Before you could get a word in, he was next to you in a flash. “Why’er crying?”

Arthur gave you a puzzled look when he heard you laugh and wipe your eyes. “I just had thought you really left.”

You could see him visibly sigh from relief, he was so worried that he had done something wrong. “Is it a bad time to say that I love you?” he grins and reaches out for a plate of food and placing it into your lap, eagerly awaiting for the answer you promised him.

Your lips curl as you lean in and press your lips against his. “Does that tell you?” 

“I don't know, you might have to tell me.” He grins and takes the plate of food off your lap and places it to the side. This time he was to kiss you, his fingers curl against your hips as he pushed you flat down on the bed. 

“I love you too, Arthur Morgan.” You tell him in between kisses. 

A soft squeal escapes your lips as you feel the scruff of his beard tickle your cheek as he whispers into your ear, “I had a hunch you'd say that.

[seleneprince]

I love the new lore you add to lucia . You say that in this ,she gets at least 3 romantic interest . Is Jason one of them? And what the relationship between them in this new au? I remember that in the old one ,Lucia really hate him because of his eyes? Is it still the same? And what qjason think about Lucia before and after the accident (i'm really curious of what may be this accident btw!)

Thank youuu!! And about that, I should clarify because I think I explained myself a bit badly in the posts

I remind again that "Lucia" is just a placeholder name, like, if any of you have ever played otome games or something like that, you've seen that the main character always has a default name unless you change it to add yours, or whichever. Here is the same. She's the Neglected! Daughter officially, and her name can be either Lucia or whatever you have in your head. It's just easier for me like this because I don't really self-insert in stories, I always read them imagining another character in my place, but moving on.

In the new au there are three Darlings: Wife! Darling, Neglected! Daughter and Female! Twin, who's actually Lucia's younger half-sister. They have the same mom, but different dads. There's also Marco, the Male! Twin, but he's only a Platonic Darling...for now. The whole batfam will become platonic yanderes for the four of them eventually, but there are a few whose "yandereism" runs deeper than platonic depending of the Darling. Like, Bruce is definitely more than platonic with his wife, but they have a complicated story and it'll get a while before he reaches that stage, but yeah. There's nothing platonic on how he views her. The neglected daughters, tho, i'll leave it you to guess..but what I meant by three romantic interests was this. That there are now three Darlings instead of just the Neglected Daughter mc, and therefore, there will be more than one romantic yandere at least.

I admit Jason was an option in my head at the beginning for the romantic yanderes, but currently, i have other plans for him. He'll still be a yandere though, just not romantic. Unless I change my mind. But his role will be very relevant when it comes to the Darlings.

Now on Jason's opinion about his "sister" (i don't know if they're stepsiblings, adopted siblings or pseudo siblings so meh), let's say it was awkward. She arrived with her mom and younger siblings at Wayne manor a year after his death, because their mother caught Bruce in a vulnerable state during that time and managed to strike a deal with him, surprise surprise. She heard of Bruce Wayne's dead ward, but since she never met him, neither had a strong opinion on the boy...until he came back. He saw Lucia from afar while he was spying the manor, already having heard of Bruce's mysteriously rushed marriage and his newly discovered daughter. He observed them, but since she wasn't the one carrying the Robin mantle nor heavily involved with Batman's bussiness anyway, he didn't pay her much mind. In fact, it was the mother who caught his attention first. The way she handled her children, the adoration in her eyes and how gentle she was with them...something squeezed his heart at the sight. Something he didn't dare to name. He definitely spent more times that he should've stalking watching them from the shadows.

When he somewhat "reconciled" with the family and started showing up at the manor, he was briefly introduced to the Wife and her kids. Of course he already knew them, but they didn't. She was polite but distant with him (i mean c'mon he was declared dead by everyone and now he's back with a reputation stained in blood, she was wary to say the least). Lucia didn't know what to make of him, she was confused. She was told he died brutally, only having seen photos Alfred showed her of his time as Robin, and now he's back looking like an entirely different person, apparently resurrected. She's shocked. She's curious. And a bit intimidated, but seeing her mom regard him without fear, she does the same. Since she's already experienced her fair share of Batfam's neglect and straight up coldness, she's not really expecting to bond with Jason. She's given up on trying.

Jason is...complicated. He's still adapting to his new life. He struggles with emotions. He's constantly torn between hating and loving Bruce. He misses his family. He resents them. He wants to be back with them. He can't stand being in the manor sometimes.

He's too busy dealing with his demons and connecting with the team again to notice the new civilian members of the household. While he's the only person besides Alfred that doesn't outright resent Wife! Darling (in fact he has mad respect for her for what she did, for not being afraid of him, and everytime he looks at her he can only see the loving mother he used to watch from afar), he doesn't go out of his way to bond with her or the kids. Even thought there are times when he catches Lucia reading alone in the library, holding the same books he likes, that he feels the urge to reach out to her and ask her what she thinks of it. When he sees her working out at the gym when no one else is there, he wants to go and give her pointers. There are times when he catches her by herself, instead of laughing with her small family, and she looks so lonely and lost that, for a brief second, he relates. He sees himself, alone and discarded, left to pick herself up over the crushing feeling of being abandoned, unloved....and then he sees her mom finding her and the girl's face inmediately lights up, running to her mother, and suddenly the picture in his head is broken.

She's not him. Not really. She actually has people on her back loving her and supporting her. She's not alone. Not like he was.

And he hates her a bit for it. For being innocent, for not having had to bleed and suffer to be seen, for enjoying a life of luxury without death or constant violence, for having a mother that clearly loves her and still having the guts to look lonely sometimes. Like she doesn't have anything, while she already has more than he was allowed to.

It's childish, he knows, and completely unreasonable, but he can't help bump her a bit too hard when he passes by her at hallways, purposedly acting as if she's invisible. Shoving her a bit too strongly out of the way. Teasing her too much, and not in a friendly way. Later, he feels like shit for it and tells himself he's being a pathetic child, but really, has he ever stopped being one? No, has he ever been allowed to be one?

In his eyes, she and her family are the only normal ones in the manor, untouched and untainted by the violence and darkness that runs in this family, in this city. At least, that's what they look like..So like his relationship with his family, he's conflicted. On one hand, he wants to bond, to reach out to her and maybe be part of their bubble. She's just a kid, and she seems tough enough for them to get along. Then the pettiness and jealousy comes back, and he's being rude again. He's a mess.

Lucia, obviously, doesn't read minds, so she can't understand why the fuck he goes from being kinda an asshole with her to stare her awkwardly from afar, standing like a statue. She doesn't like him, and prefers to stay far from him because she doesn't know which mood he'll be in. Although, if you asked her, she'll still choose to be in a room with him over Damian or Dick. She dislikes Jason, but she hates those two.

After the unfamous "accident" I still haven't dwelled on, well. I won't reveal much because it would make this post too long, but let's just say Wife! Darling is kinda the opposite of Bruce in terms of morality, and which side of the law she plays in, and her children follow her footsteps, all behind batfam's backs. Since she arrived as Bruce's wife, she never shared a bed with him. They've been living in the other wing of the manor, the one opposite to the where the Batfam sleeps, in which it used to be the staff's rooms. Now it's just Alfred. For years, they've been leading separate lives from the Batfam and barely crossing paths unless it was for the sporadic dinners where they were all present and the spaces they all share (living room, the main hall, the gardens), having only Alfred as fellow roommate. Until Lucia has an accident, one that sends her straight to the hospital, and it involves a bomb. Of course, it makes it to the news, and everyone knows Bruce Wayne's stranged daughter has been hospitalised with important injuries as collateral damage from a bomb.

Thing is, she wasn't supposed to be there. Her presence near the bomb is directly related to her mom's not-so-legal affairs, but obviously, they can't tell anyone that, so they make a whole show that Neglected! Daughter ran away from home after an argument with Wife! and ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But the Batfam are detectives for a reason, and they all smell something off here, specially Bruce. Suddenly, they're hit with the realisation that they've been, for all intents and purposes, sharing a roof with complete strangers for years. They know nothing of these people, never bothered to because "they were just civilians", nothing to do with their mission. Only regular civilians don't usually find themselves that close to a hidden bomb and still live to tell the tale. And the story isn't adding up. The argument, the runaway stunt, the timing, it all feels wrong. Like they're missing something huge and obvious, but can't put their finger what.

And so Bruce decides to pull an infurating move to solve this, very typical of him, by the way: He arranges for the whole family to be moved from their wing into the same as the Batfam, so they can secretly keep an eye on them and figure out what are these "civilians" hiding. By forcing them to stay in their sights and share space with them, the Batfam expects them to break and accidentally expose whatever they're hiding.

After the accident, Jason looks at Lucia differently. He's seen her in the hospital bed (when no one else was there ofc), bandaged and unconscious. Then he sees her at the manor, still recovering but to his surprise, she doesn't seem at all bothered or shaken by what happened, more like...annoyed. And now they all been forced to move and become roommates with the batfam, and Jason witness for the first time those perfect civilians' masks crack. He doesn't comment it with the others, but he has seen Lucia's eyes spark with fury when their backs are turned, because of her new living arrangements. She nods at Dick but scowls silently the second his back is turned. She navigates this new change with the cold, silent frustration of someone who just had her plans for the evening ruined...and he's curious. But also feels...down. Because now he notices he's missed crucial hints in front of him the whole time. Because the way she handles her near-death experience like it's just another Tuesday isn't normal. Because while they play their parts, the four of them are obviously tense and on defensive mood, as if the Batfam are enemies they have to be on constant alert with.

And he realises something dark has been going with these family the whole time, something dangerous, and none of them knew. They didn't even suspect it.

[coffeebooksrain18]

I've seen some comments that Condal and Hess (I think mostly Hess) have drop a shadow over Catelyn because Rhaenys accepted Corlys' bastard, unlike Catelyn, who hasn't loved Jon all her life. What do you think?

No i haven't but I'll give my thoughts anyways.

People need to keep in mind something with Catelyn. She wasn't supposed to marry Ned, she was supposed to marry Brandon, Ned's older brother. So when he died she and Ned married even though neither wanted it. But Ned did the right thing and kept his families word and married Catelyn so she would he Lady of Winterfell.

And then he left for war, she had Robb with her. She's terrified for her and her son. But she believed in Ned, believed he wouldn't have an affair because he swore he wouldn't and a Northern keeps their oaths. So when he comes back with little Jon, refusing to say who his Mother is or why she couldn't raise him. It pissed her off. Also for the time frame of the war and Robbs birth we don't know if Ned was there. So she is alone for her first birth, scared she will die and if she doesn't then what about her and her baby after this. There is no Ned to congratulation her and say how strong she was after the birth, she is alone, scared, and the next time she sees Ned so excited for him to meet his son he introduces her to his bastard.

And then instead of trying to find a way to give him to a family who can't have children Ned insists on Jon staying with them and being raised by him. And in her mind she's wondering if Brandon would've done this to her. If he would've embrassed her in front of all of Winterfell.

If I was in this situation I would also have a level of resentment to a little boy. And we know from Book and Show she doesn't want to have it, we know she hates herself for feeling that way towards Jon. But she can't help it.

Now onto Rhaenys. Her reaction in show to me seemed iffy. Like I felt like she wasn't looking at Addam or Alyn as bastards but as her dead children. But I also felt like she should've had a moment of realization and flinched back and glared at them. I mean we're made to believe Corlys loves Rhaenys. That she is the love of his life. She even acts that way about their marriage. So it didn't make sense to me for her to just not care.

But I will also point out, Rhaenys wasn't forced to watch Addam and Alyn grow up. She wasn't forced to help raise them. She wasn't forced to watch her husband dote on them. But who was? Catelyn.

So people saying Rhaenys is a better person because she accepted Addam and Alyn truly can't understand putting themselves in someone else's shoes. Because did i like how Catelyn treated Jon? No. But I understood it because I thought about what I would feel in her situation.

Thanks for the ask Anon!

[minminyoonjii]

Corruption AU - Bottom! Dance Racha/Manipulative Male! Reader

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You sighed, leaning against your locker, biting on the end of a lollipop stick. It was usual to see you roaming around the hallway during classes. The teachers gave you a special pass since your results are excelling. You yawned, watching students come in and out into the hallway when a group of boys walked in. Their uniforms are seamless, their hair tidy and smooth. 

You eyed the blonde one, his eyes sparkling with innocent joy. His cheeks decorated with freckles, adding to the alluring sight. You looked next to him, his eyes icy but proper. He looks like he holds himself high. A teacher's pet. Then you looked at the last. He was the definition of the last but not least. Tall, an artist. There was a smudge of paint on his cheeks, making you bite back a smirk. 

You eyed him up and down, his ears pierced, and his hair tied to a ponytail. You gave them a subtle glance as they walked closer. Your expression stayed nonchalant as they walked past. It's been a while since you got laid in university. Maybe you could somehow lure them into agreeing with themselves.

"I know you're doing this on purpose," your lecturer chastised, showing you your results. You sighed, "I'm not sir, the workload is getting harder," you replied, trying to keep your annoyance at bay. Your lecturer frowned, "This isn't your first year, you should've prepared and your answers are deliberately wrong. It's like you understood the question but answered the total opposite," he scoffed, tapping his foot. 

You snickered, "Maybe I need a tutor," you said with sarcasm lacing your voice. "Maybe you do," your lecturer perked up. 'Bingo' you thought, staying nonchalant. "I'm introducing you to three students, maybe they'll be a good influence on you," he said, messaging them about the tutoring. You bit back a smirk, "I'm sure they will be," you said, packing up your bag.

"You're our new pupil, right?" Felix beamed, reaching out his hand. You nodded, taking it. The size difference between you made your cock throb. You smiled back, "Yeah, my results have been disappointing, to say the least," you said, playing along to their personalities. Minho hummed, "It's quite a significant drop. Did something happen to you in that period of time?" he asked, wary by your behavior. 

You studied them beforehand, nothing too stalkerish. You were still a gentleman, just base level knowledge. "My pet cat passed. It was heartbreaking, to say the least," you said, showing him a picture of your cat. It wasn't a lie. It did pass, just not this year. Minho bit his bottom lip, sympathizing with your loss, "I'm so sorry. I would've lost focus too," he admitted, setting his papers aside. 

Hyunjin kept quiet, monitoring you, "You're the one that got the special pass, right? The one that only the top students are allowed to have," he said, crossing his arms. You nodded, "I was until I flunked my midterms and trials," you explained, knowing it'd be harder to gain his trust. Hyunjin hummed, "I suppose we could tutor you. But don't expect us to be friends," he said, looking away. You gave him a genuine smile, "Thank you, I'm looking forward to it," you said, covering your pulsing hard on with your bag. 

Weeks go by as they tutored you. It didn't take long for them to get comfortable around it and even invite you for simple hangs out. You enjoyed the company, genuinely seeing them for who they are instead of mindless future hookup. "So, today we're practically simple bacteria containment. It's just step by step to keep it secure. Like the fume hood or the vacuum chamber," Felix explained, showing his notebook. 

You nodded, jolting along, "Can we take a break after this?" You asked, cracking the joints in your neck. Felix nodded, "Sure, it's about time anyway," he said, keeping his stationary aside. You cuddled up to Felix, "You're so soft, Yongbok-ah," you grumbled, nosing his neck. Felix giggled, "That tickles," he said, squirming right above your bulging tent. You hissed, holding him firm, "Stop that," you warned, breathing heavily against his hair. 

Felix gulped, doing as told, "Sorry," he whispered, fidgeting with his hands. You sighed, patting his head, "You did nothing wrong, it's just I'm a little pent up right now," you explained, seeing a shiver go down Felix's spine. You smirked, "Would you like to see?" you asked, knowing this was a heavy risk. Felix nodded, his breathing shallow, "Please? If you allow, of course," he asked, turning to look up at you. 

"Anything you want, prince," you whispered, stroking his cheek.

NSFW BELOW CUT

Felix kneeled between your legs, your cock heavy and hot against your torso, "It's so girthy," he whispered, trying to wrap his hand around it but it barely held half. You chuckled, stroking his hair, "Maybe you're just tiny, prince. Tiny hands, tiny body, but your heart sure is big," you teased, booping his nose. 

Felix giggled, stroking your cock at a languid pace, "Does this feel good?" he asked, looking for your reassurance. You nodded, "Of course it hah does," you groaned, wrapping your hand around his to pump your cock. Felix gulped at the size difference, his eyes blown wide with lust at the squelching sounds of precum leaking down your shaft. 

Hyunjin whimpered, feeling left out as he watched from the stairs. You knew he was there, his reflection was shown on the TV a while ago. "Hyunnie, come down here, angel," you cooed, gesturing him over. Hyunjin gulped but did as told his body instantly going next to Felix. You cooed, seeing his flushed out expression, "Were you feeling needy, angel? Did you want to touch it too?" you asked, stroking his cheek. 

Hyunjin nodded, rutting his bulge against his palm, "Can you teach us this time?" he asked, looking up at you with dilated pupils. You shuddered an exhale, "Definitely. You both have so much to learn," you said, stroking his hair.

"That's it, Lix. Keep riding that dildo," you instructed, grazing Felix's skin. Hyunjin cried out, his cock buried down Felix fluttering throat. His cockhead leaking and throbbing with precum. Felix whimpered at the taste, his prostate stimulated to the brink. "Fuck, hhgh, hah. Don't moan, Lix," he sobbed, clawing the couch. Felix whined, trying but the constant thrusts of the dildo pressing against his sensitive bundles of nerves made his head spin. 

Hyunjin whined, bucking his hips, "Cumming, hah, I'm cumming," he wailed, holding down Felix's head to the hilt. Felix choked on his cum, streaks of white dripped down his nose. You gently pulled him off and cleaned his face, "Blow," you instructed as he blew his nose. Hyunjin laid spent, his cock twitching against his torso. You chuckled, leaning down to wrap your hand around Felix's pretty cocklet, "Cum for me, prince. I know your prostate feels good but your body hasn't ejaculated from that pleasure before," you cooed, pumping his cock between your fist. 

Felix arched his back, sitting back on his heels as ropes of white squirted onto Hyunjin's knees. You pampered, kisses on his face, "Good boys, you did so good for your first lesson," you praised, not hearing the door unlock. Minho stood with his eyes wide, "What's going on?" he asked, trying to look away from your pulsing hard cock. You chuckled, "Minnie, don't look away. I like your eyes on me," you cooed, knowing Minho is a size queen. 

He hides his search history well but keeps his yaoi manhwas' on display thinking no one would know what they are. Minho scoffed, "Show some decency. I want no part of your endeavours," he said, setting the groceries aside. You stepped back, "If you really hate it, say the word peach. If you're wary but find all this attractive, say the word apple," you said, wanting to have a taste of him but you're demure, very mindful. 

Minho gulped, gripping the counter, "Apple," he said, biting his bottom lip. You smiled, "I'll take good care of you, kitten," you hummed, leaning Minho to the rest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're so tight," you hissed, gripping Minho's hips as he bounced on your lap. Minho whimpered, loving the sheer stretch of your hot veiny cock penetrating his puffy rim. You licked his chest, "You're such a dirty boy, aren't you. Your little hole had to be plugged up every day, didn't it?" You mocked, nipping his nipples. It was a shock to everyone when you undressed Minho only to see a pretty little jewel between his plump ass. 

Minho nodded, clawing your torso, "Yes, yes. Feel empty hhgh without it," he whined, riding your perfectly curved cock to pounded against his prostate. Felix mewled, pinned to the couch by Hyunjin, "Jinnie, your tongue is so long," he cried out, his ribbed walls stimulated by Hyunjins through thrusts. Hyunjin sucked on Felix's rim, "You taste so sweet baby," he groaned, marking Felix's inner thighs. 

You growled, thrusting your hips upwards to meet Minho's bounces, "Good kitten. You're so good for me. You're all mine now, understood. I'm never letting you all go," you  rambled, thrusting into Minho at a relentless pace. Minho screamed, cumming onto your torso at the sheer intensity. You bit his shoulder, groaning into his skin as you climaxed deep within his hole. Minho whimpered, slumping into your arms, "That felt amazing," he mewled, licking  the cum of your pec. 

You kissed his forehead, "Thank you for giving in," you chuckled, hearing Felix whimper from his high. Hyunjin pulled away, cumming into his palm, "Fuck, I don't think I can move," he groaned, feeling his knees lock up from kneeling too long. You chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll do the rest. Just enjoy the bliss for a bit longer, my loves. I'll take care of you," you whispered, sinking into the post-orgasmic haze.

[bippiti]

505 cl16

where you reminisce on your first love

wc 3k

an done for my 1.2k event! first fic in the series, lmk if you wanna be tagged and as always pls like + rb<3

(starts in 2014, ends in 2024ish)

i'm going back to 505

you rushed down the road, feet peddling as hard as they could as you biked down the street. your eyes glanced down to your watch, squinting before you read the time. great. you were going to be late.

you thought that was you’re biggest problem, and then a new one came crashing onto you, literally.

while you were busy checking the time, you failed too notice someone else running in your direction. you don't know what had them too preoccupied to notice you- but you could technically say the same thing about yourself so-

you were bought back to the moment by the stinging you started to feel on your knees, you hissed looking down and seeing red. ugh

you began to apologize, looking up and stopping mid sentence.

wow. he was pretty. really pretty

you slapped yourself mentally, wincing while standing up. it was definitely going to scar. you reached your hand down to help the mysterious boy up, who sharply inhaled when your hands met. he had scraped his hands up pretty bad when you guys collided.

"i'm so sorry again"

"you're completely fine, i should've been paying more attention" he said while laughing

he has nice laugh

"anyway, i think i should properly introduce myself, i'm charles le clerc" this time he was the one to extend his hand out

"y/n l/n, nice to meet you" you smiled as you shook hands

then you remembered what had gotten you into this mess. you checked your watch again. you were definitely late now.

"i'm so sorry charles but im running late to a painting class, i really need to go" you picked up your bike, kicking the dust off of it.

"wait i am too, are you going to mme. callarios?"

you looked back at him in shock. "how did you know"

he shook his head, "you're going in the wrong direction, since we're heading the same way mind if i show you?"

you didn't see why not, so he climbed in front of you and began to head towards your class

-

if it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

the bike halted as you reached your destination. building 505. you stared at each other nervously before walking in. the class had started at 1pm, and it was nearing 2 when you arrived. granted, it was a 4 hour class but still.

you cringed internally as you felt all eyes on you when you opened the doors to the class.

"y/n, charles! great to see you. we've split up into partners, so you both will have to work together. decide who will be the painter and who will be the model for the first piece. switch in an hour and a half!" she explained quickly, ushering you both to the only empty table.

you both sat across from each other, and after a small game of rock paper scissors, you were adjusting in your seat getting ready to pose for the next 90 minutes.

-

when you look at me like that, my darlin', what did you expect?

you didn't know how you managed to keep a straight face, his stares were piercing into what felt like your soul. you knew that he had to be like this, he was painting you after all. but knowing that didn't help. after silently uttering some words of encouragement to yourself, you maintained a straight face.

after what felt like forever, you heard the timer go off, and with one last stroke of the brush charles was up and you were swapping places. you cracked your knuckles before sitting on the stool. this was gonna have to be the best painting you've ever done.

before you knew it you were hearing to now familiar ring as you finished off the details of his eyes. you stood up, backing away from the piece. not too bad you thought.

after everyone had finished, you went to the room across as they all dried. it was acrylic, so it wouldn't take too long. there were snacks and refreshments scattered throughout the space. grabbing a drink and seat, you started to learn more about charles. he had two brothers, one older and younger. his mom still cut his hair, you thought he might be embarrased but he showed it off proudly.

“all these years and she still hasn't given me a bad haircut”

“if my mom could cut hair like yours, i'd be getting it done by her too”

“you should come by her salon sometime, i think she'd like you”

“really?”

“yeah, she's out of town so next month when she's back”

with those plans made, you collectively went back into the painting room. you both swapped paintings and looked at them for a while.

you gauged his reaction, at first his face was blank and you were scared that you had made him look like a troll or something, but slowly a smile creeped up onto his face, he looked up to you.

“it's really good”

you smiled and looked down to yours, he had gotten your likeliness down to a t. he left clear marks and left the strokes visible.

looking up you saw him searching your eyes for a reaction, just like you had.

“you did so good, i love your painting style”

he seemed relieved when you said that, smiling. as everyone around you began to pack up and leave, you both exchanged numbers before grabbing your paintings and going your separate ways.

-

not shy of a spark

you had texted back and forth a lot since then, and soon enough you found yourself at the doorstep of his moms salon. after being welcomed in you sat down and showed her photos of the haircut you wanted. she nodded, and began to wet your hair

“charles talks about you a lot, you know”

“does he really” you said with a laugh

“he does, i think he likes you dear”

that shut you up, she smiled warmly

“at this age, love is everywhere, make sure you grab it while you can”

you left the appointment with amazing hair and a lot of questions, you didn't think he could possibly like you back. but now, who knows

the knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark

-

I'm going back to 505

you walk into the painting studio, excited with the a dragonfruit in your hand. today was still life day, normally you found it boring but mme. callarios had let everyone bring their own fruit.

you spotted charles when you got in, and lifted your dragonfruit for him to see. he put his hand up, showing off the orange he had started to peel. he tore off a piece for you, and offered it once you got closer.

your hand was cramping as your eyes continued to squint at the pink fruit in front of you. you regretted picking dragon fruit barely half an hour in, the seeds and the outer skin were proving difficult to paint accurately, you glanced over to charles, his was coming along nicely. you ended up pushing through the ugly phase and were somewhat proud of the piece. it had definitely been your most challenging one so far

-

If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

you were biking to charles' place, over the weeks you had both become closer, and he wanted to cook for you. you were somewhat scared, charles didn't seem like michelin star material, but maybe he'd surprise you.

he did end up surprising you, but not in the way that you thought.

pasta was on the menu for the afternoon, and you sat on the counter as he went around getting all the ingredients ready. basil, pine nuts, garlic, and olive oil were all pushed onto an island before he began on the pasta. getting out the flour and egg, he began to knead the dough together.

he looked nice in moments like this, comfortable. you liked to think that maybe you could see more of him like this, when he's quiet and the silence isn't awkward. existing together in his apartment kitchen. once he was done cutting the dough into pieces, he salted the water and dropped the pasta in. he came over to you and you both began talking.

you ended up getting so immersed in the conversation that the pasta was forgotten- at least until it was too late. you glanced over to the stove, eyes widening as you saw smoke rising from the pan. you both jumped up and yanked it off the gas, bringing it to the sink. what was going to be amazing pasta was now a charred rock. you couldn't help but laugh before getting side eyed by charles.

"i guess we're going to have to order pizza instead"

you ended up binging some random show you found on netflix, and as a souvenir took home the rock of burnt pasta, you named it char, short for charles charcoal

-

In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side

charles had become a f3 driver now, and hadn't been in monaco for a bit. you watched all his races, and you were the first person he called after his first win in pau-ville. he was excited, and so were you.

you're feelings for him had kept growing, and you couldn't help it, no matter how much you tried. you loved everything about him, his eyes, and how they'd light up when he saw you, his smile, and the dimples that formed when he did. his hair, his voice, just him.

soon enough he was back in monaco and you were excited to see him.

you grabbed coffee and began walking around the streets, stopping at building 505, walking into the currently empty studio. you looked around some of the paintings before sitting on some stools.

you knew him too well now, 3 years of friendship will do that. he was nervous, when he bought his hand up to his face you had saw he had bitten his nails. you didn't bring it up, but before you could say anything he started to speak

"i've been trying to figure out how i should say this for the longest time. i've known for a while now, but it really hit me in pau. i couldn't have don't any of this without you, i don't even think i'd be who i am without you y/n. and now that i'm back i can' t handle not telling you. i like you, i really like you"

you were stunned for a minute, before you kicked back the stool you were sitting in and kissed him. the puzzles had fallen into place, you couldn't believe it.

he deepened the kiss, bringing his hand to your waist as you sat in his lap. your fingers ran through his hair, tugging as you began to roll your hips against his.

you pulled away, panting. smiling at him before you began to kiss him again, his hands roamed down to your shirt, tugging it up as he separated from you again. you raised your arms, and took his off as well. a silent beat skipped between you both and you laughed

"are we really about to do this right now"

"yeah, i think we are"

you pulled him closer to you once again, his tongue slipped int your mouth effortlessly and you almost moaned, god he knew how to make you melt.

soon enough, the rest of your clothes followed suit and you were on the cool tile floor. as his hand started to trace your inner thigh you grabbed his hand. he looked up, somewhat confused but before he could say anything you spoke,

'i've never done this before"

he relaxes almost immediately, and smiles down at you

"neither have i"

you weren't ashamed to admit you were shocked, sopmeone like him.. never? not once?

he could see the gears turning in his head and he spoke up

"there were girls now and then sure, but i always wanted it to be you, it's always been you honestly"

you couldn't see yourself rn, but you were sure you were giving im heart eyes by now.

"it was the same for me too actually" you said sheepishly

"was it really?

"yeah, it was" and with that you bought your hands up to his shoulder, flipping him onto the floor. you kissed him softly, turning his face to kiss along his jaw, his neck, going further down to his chest, then stomach. pausing for permission, after seeing his nod you pulled down, eyes widening as you saw it. well this was gonna be interesting

you left kisses on his tip, working your way down before you took him all in your mouth. he hit the back of your throat and you almost choked, but hearing the moans coming out of his mouth kept you going. you could feel him start to pulse, and before you could do anything else he was bringing you off of him, kissing your lips as he turned you around.

“can’t have you doing all the work can i cher?” he said as he pulled your underwear down, almost moaning when he looked down at you, all of you.

he traced his hands down your sternum, down to your waist and legs. spreading you open he dipped his face down.

you could feel his tongue inside you, pulsing before he started scissoring you open. he was good- too good at this. you don’t know if you could handle it. soon enough, he was back on top of you, kissing you gently as he lined himself up with your entrance.

he cleaned you up afterwards, he was quiet, soft. you could get used to this

-

but I crumble completely when you cry

it had been months since that night, you and charles had been going strong, but after he joined f2, something changed. his eyes no longer lit up when he saw you, he started buying things for you instead of making them. you’d wake up to your phone being full of messages, but none of them from him.

it hurt. he hurt.

it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he called you, asking where you were.

you answered, mme. callarios’ place. he said he was going to be there soon.

you felt your heart drop, wether it was excitement or fear, you couldn’t tell.

you knew the minute he stepped through the door it was going to be bad. you could read him like a book. you composed yourself as he came closer, pressing quick kisses to the others cheeks, you painted a smile on your face and smiled at him.

his eyes were full of emotion, for the first time in months. it’s almost funny, you knew it was coming but the moment the words left his mouth you broke down

“i’ve been seeing someone else”

“i see”

at first it didn’t register, not really. a heartbeat later you felt the tears pricking at your eyes. you turned around trying to excuse yourself, but before you could take another step a sob escaped your lips. you started to cry. you couldn’t shut up, why couldn’t you just shut up? you could feel yourself gasping for breath, all the air in the world wasn’t enough for your lungs right now. you were getting lightheaded, knees turning shaky before ultimately giving up on you. the impact resonated around the empty room.

he stepped forward, kneeling down. his stupid, warm hands brushed up against your face, trying to wipe away your tears.

you couldn’t even push him off of you. you really were pathetic.

you managed to fight your way up, shaking and all but running out the door.

never again, you were never going to love anyone like that again

-

i’m going back to 505

you walked into a crowded room. your latest collection had been getting a lot of coverage in the media, and it was the last day it was up for the public. the pieces would be going to the individual buyers first thing tomorrow.

building 505. it no longer made a bitter taste seep into your mouth. it’s crazy to think a decade ago you were standing here painting him, how time flies.

the first few months were the worst. he was the only thing you could think of, you were a broken record. so naturally, you did the one thing that made you feel close to him again, painting. and it saved you

you could get out every thought you were too afraid to say out loud, every emotion you didn’t want to feel with simple strokes on canvas

you didn’t think anything would come of it, honestly. you were meant to go into investment banking, like your parents. the universe had other plans though

one of mme. callarios’ friends was a museum director, and took a liking to your pieces. he asked you to do some works on commission. word got around fast, and now you’ve made a name for yourself as an artist, in some ways all thanks to charles

charles. now he had his dream job, f1. working with the team he used to tell you about, the team he worshipped.

you were happy for him, sometimes you wonder if he was happy for you. you still think of him when you eat pesto, you still keep char in a jar under your bed, you have all of the paintings you made that summer in a closet collecting dust. there were pieces of yourself that you gave to him that will stay his even though you’re done.

none of that matters now though, you turn to someone who’s called your name and start explaining the piece they’ve asked about

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

*evil laughter.* For both the anons who requested the tea, HERE IT IS!

*rubs hands together.* Sit down and make yourselves comfortable. There's gonna be lots of intense, juicy details I'll share.

**trigger warnings for violence and abuse**

First and foremost, I believe Axl got together with Stephanie Seymour because she resembled Erin Everly in a way by having the big, curly brown hair, blue eyes, and being a model. Keep in mind: this is all speculation on my part. I can't confirm, nor deny, any truth behind Axl's intentions on why he chose Stephanie. I'm also not sure if Axl was trying to replace Erin - maybe he was, maybe he wasn't, but I can't say for certain.

Before Axl met Stephanie, he found a photo of her on a Playboy magazine cover. What kind of photo? My guess is one where she was either naked or topless, causing a reaction in Axl's uh...you know where lol. It's true, to a certain extent, that men think with their dicks 😏 But Axl didn't just see Stephanie as eye candy, he wanted to get to know her on a personal level, hence, why they met, and fell in love.

Now...l'm gonna take a short detour and share some background on Stephanie's dating history to set the scene and introduce what kind of woman she is.

At the age of 14, Stephanie dated John Casablancas, who was 42 at the time, and was married to a model named Jeanette Christiansen. If that wasn't a big YOWZA! Here's some more sketchy details. She dated a few other men in 1988, like Tommy Andrews, before getting together with Warren Beatty in May of 1990 until April of 1991. Stephanie then met Axl in March of 1991, one month before breaking up with Beatty. Also keep in mind that Stephanie had a baby boy with Tommy and she named him Dylan. Dylan would be the light in Axl's life during his relationship with Stephanie since he wanted to have kids, and he treated Dylan like his own son.

Both Stephanie and Axl seemed to hit it off well. They got along and Axl helped boost Stephanie's career/reputation by featuring her in GNR's November Rain and Don't Cry music videos. Overtime, things got a bit messy. Throughout 1992 and 1994 Stephanie was cheating on Axl with Charlie Sheen. I made a post, explaining a theory with one of my mutuals, on why she was hanging out with Charlie. You can read my detailed answer here. But to sum it up, Stephanie seemed like a wild party animal, similar to Charlie, and they probably went to cocaine-infused parties together. Since Axl stopped doing drugs Stephanie might've felt bored with him and needed that excitement back in her life.

Unfortunately, Charlie wasn't the only person she cheated on with Axl. She was also dating billionaire Peter Brant in January of 1993, marrying him in 1995, while still being with Axl until February of 1993.

So, how did those two get to that point? I believe Stephanie fell in love with Axl, but her feelings might've not lasted long. She seemed to wander off to other men in order to feel special and to satisfy her insatiable need for sex and wealth. Stephanie's relationship with her son, Dylan, was also falling apart. She seemed to be more careless with her son, not being there for him when she should've. Instead, it was Axl who was there for Dylan, and it was Axl who watched out for Dylan whenever Stephanie wasn't around.

Here’s a fine example of her carelessness. During a Christmas party in 1992, Stephanie was snorting coke in the bathroom while Dylan was present. Axl came home and found out, becoming upset, and insinuating it was abusive, on Dylan's behalf, for Stephanie to do drugs. One thing to note: Axl didn't want to throw a big Christmas party initially. It was Stephanie who defied his words and threw one anyway because she was in a "festive mood." Big mistake on her part.

Anyways, after the party, the two had a 45 minute argument in the kitchen. Axl had an inkling Stephanie was cheating on him and, to confirm his suspicions, he found her diary where she talked about cheating on him with all these men. A dumb bitch, if you ask me. Like...who does that?! And why did she feel the need to record that??? She must've thought nobody would read her diary, not even Axl, but damn...

Axl broke some glass in the kitchen. Stephanie tried fighting back by grabbing his testicles, which then lead to Axl defending himself by grabbing Stephanie in a headlock, hitting and kicking her, while dragging her bare feet across the broken glass. This was the only time Axl laid hands on Stephanie. She came out of the fight with a bloody nose and black eye.

I'm not justifying abuse, or saying what Axl did was right, but Stephanie did this to herself, and karma kicked her in the ass for cheating. Hopefully she learned her lesson. Later on, Axl proposed to Stephanie with a 4 carat ring but they were only engaged for 3 weeks. She stole $100,000 worth of jewelry from Axl and sold the ring. If you ask me, she was waiting for him to put a ring on it so she could steal his money.

That's pretty much why the fandom hates Stephanie. She was, and probably still is, a self-centered whore who only cares about men's money and not their personality. Let's not forget...Axl sued Stephanie first for all the damage and infidelity she caused him, however, she counter-sued him for having him "slap," "punch," and "kick" her down a "flight of stairs" after the notorious Christmas party. Whosever story you're gonna believe you should probably believe Axl's.

What's even more shitty is Stephanie was never there for Axl when he needed her the most. It was around this time when Axl recovered some fucked up childhood memories through regression therapy and he was gonna share it in a Rolling Stone magazine article (which he did). Axl did say Stephanie was very supportive of him during that time but her actions later tell me otherwise.

I apologize if this is a lot to take in and I’m sorry for my jumbled words 😭 I tried to get in as much detail as possible. I don’t know EVERYTHING about their relationship, so I might’ve left out a few things, but that’s the majority of what happened, and why everybody hates her. If you have anymore questions, don’t hesitate to ask! ^.^

[apomaro-mellow]

Mafia Part 1

For the occasion, Eddie was given one of his dad's old suits. It didn't quite fit as well but it would have to do for now. He tied his hair up in a bun and put a hat on top of it. Wayne was dressed similarly and it was like this that they entered the Marini home. Eddie couldn't remember the entire reason everyone was gathering. Could've been a birthday party for all he knew. But being in the main house meant good drinks and a chance to rub elbows with the folks up top. Which obviously meant more money.

Wayne finally let the leash off to go and talk with some of the older guys and Eddie got to go off on his own. He sat with Tonio, a man shorter than him despite being ten years older and Swirly, who looked like a breeze could knock him over.

"Why do they call you Swirly?", Eddie asked.

"'Cause when I stab guys I like to flick my blade around. It's my own personal touch."

"'Personal touch'", Tonio laughed. "You're just a classic narcissist."

"It's art."

"It's ghoulish."

"You wanna talk narcissism...", Swirly trailed off as he took a sip of his drink.

Tonio whistled like a rock falling down a well. He must know who Swirly was talking about.

"Who?", Eddie asked, preferring to stay in the loop.

"The little prince", Tonio sneered.

"Steve Harrington. The boss' son", Swirly provided a better answer.

"Harrington, huh?", Eddie said, just meaning to get a feel for the name but the others must have thought he was asking another question.

"The last boss had a daughter, just an absolute peach of a dame", Tonio said. "But she went and fell for this outsider, Harrington."

"He'd done some deals with us, but he wasn't family", Swirly said. "Until he married into it."

Eddie nodded, getting the picture. "So Steve Harrington should've been Steve Marini?"

"He could've been Giuseppe Alessandro Italiano-Magnifico. Won't change him", Toni nearly snarled, starting to spoil the air with a bitter scent before reining himself in. Eddie was eager to find out how someone so high on this world's food chain had earned the disdain of one of his underlings.

Eddie moved around a bit. Tonio and Swirly were basically footmen. Always in the streets, rarely in the room where the big decisions were made. Eventually Eddie came to a circle of young men closer to his age. Young bucks who were also looking to rise up. Some of them were already related by blood, cousins and nephews. Others were like Eddie, boys down on their luck, doing little jobs here and there for the money. But when you gave to the family, there was always the chance that you could be brought into the fold.

You could be sponsored.

Eddie had heard of it. Heard it could be a grueling process depending on who was vouching for you and for what. Wayne had been sponsored a few years ago. It had been an odd time when he didn't see his uncle as much as he'd been used to. But by the end of it, Wayne was able to invoke the Marini name if need be.

It was power. It was respect. It was everything Eddie wanted. They were seated at a table outside in the backyard where they could be louder. As they were wont to do. Sometimes the conversation switched to Italian, which left Eddie in the dark, but before too long it was back to a tongue he knew.

They started talking about what they'd do to be sponsored and then it turned to what they wouldn't do.

"What if they ask you to be celibate?"

"They're not gonna ask that."

"I heard they made a guy cut off his knot."

"Get outta here!"

"Nah, it wasn't just the knot, it was his balls too."

"They don't want eunuchs!"

"An alpha's only good for his knot anyway."

"What's a beta good for then?"

"Fuck if I know."

That caused both raucous laughter and jeers from the betas in the crowed. And just because Eddie had to be a pot stirrer, he spoke up.

"What about omegas?", he smirked.

"They got holes, don't they?", one alpha said.

"Everybody needs a warm body", a beta answered.

"If they're the right omega they can set you on easy street", another alpha, answered. He'd introduced himself as Tommy. Hagan, not to be confused with Tommy Corns who got caught holding up a pharmacy last year.

"The 'right omega' meaning your omega?", another guy piped up.

"He ain't Tommy's yet. He's still gotta woo him", a different one cackled.

"Aww, you sweet on someone Tommy-boy?", Eddie jabbed.

"I'm not sweet on anyone. Just got my target locked."

"On?", Eddie pressed.

"Who else but the best? Pretty soon, you'll all be calling me 'boss'", Tommy looked so sure of himself.

Ah, so he was after the cream of the crop. Eddie wondered how many of these guys were after Steve. Probably not many if Tommy was openly gunning for him.

Wayne found him and put an arm around his shoulders as he brought him back into the house. "There's someone I want you to meet. Mind yourself and don't get any ideas."

“What? Me? Ideas?”, he grinned cheekily.

“I mean it. We’re here to do our jobs and keep our heads down.”

Wayne brought him before a man in his late forties, thick, dark hair, graying around the edges. Next to him was a young man. Both were dressed in perfectly tailored suits. For a second, Eddie thought that he was being brought before a fellow associate. But he quickly realized these two were far above that. Especially with the way Wayne deferred to them.

Eddie was so caught by a scent that he almost missed what was happening. Lavendar and pine, wafting around him in a way that reminded him of freshly laundered linens.

It was during introductions that he realized. This was the omega everyone was talking about. Steve Harrington.

And he was looking at Eddie like he was a stray dog.

Steve looked him up and down. “You’re the Munson boy?”

“Sweetheart, I think I’ve got a few years on you to be called ‘boy’.” Eddie hissed when that remark earned him a pop on the head from Wayne.

“Please forgive my nephew. He’s not around polite company often.”

“If he’s yours Wayne, I’m not worried”, Harrington Sr. said. “I know in time he’ll prove himself to be loyal and a worthy addition to the business.”

While the older men talked, Eddie’s eyes were glued to Steve’s, who in turn hadn’t looked away from him yet. There was something behind those eyes and Eddie wanted to find out what it was. Eddie knew what it was like when people looked down at you. Steve was doing that, sure, but it was more than that.

It was almost like he expected something to happen. If Eddie were more bold, he would have made another comment. But he wouldn't dare do so in front of such a powerful man. Steve's father, James, could have had him killed with just an order. He wasn't about to antagonize his only shot at a not-shit life.

Eddie would have done so if he could've gotten to Steve one-on-one. But after that little meet and greet, Eddie was taken to talk to other men. And every glimpse of Steve he got, he was glued to his father's side.

Little prince indeed.

Part 3

[ugotnojamzzz]

Chapter 2

Genre: Mafia!au , Slowburn, Angst, Hurt, eventual smut, TW (it is a mafia!AU, after all)

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x reader

Synopsis: um, tf is going on??? Stay tuned for more chapters to come.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language. Also, don’t come for me over the theme, people. It’s an Alternate Universe, which means the bangtan boys are essentially what I like to call meat puppets to serve the storyline. This is obviously not a projection of their actual real-life personas.

Wordcount: 1.6k

Masterlist

Chapter 1

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“Now that we’re all acquainted” YN broke the silence, turning to Namjoon, “can someone enlighten me as to what brought about this- delightful reunion?”

Namjoon adjusted his cufflinks with deliberate care. “All in due time.”

YN watched as he swung the heavy oak door to the study wide open, his voice sharp as it echoed down the hallway. "Someone get me Taehyung," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for delay.

            After a tense moment, a slender figure emerged from the door, his approach marked by a certain spunk despite the vivid purple bruise that marred his otherwise handsome face. As he stepped into the dim light of the study, he attempted a casual salute. "What’s up, Boss?"

            Namjoon glanced at him with a disapproving eye. "I need you to escort our guest to her quarters," he stated, his tone brisk as he turned to shuffle through some papers on his desk, signaling his preoccupation with more pressing matters.

“But,” the younger man’s brow creased slightly, « the council meeting’s about to start," he reminded Namjoon, his voice low.

Namjoon’s response was dismissive, "Guess that means you won’t be attending. » The subordinate was about to protest but the imposing leader cut his attempt short.  « You’re not going to be difficult now, are you?” he quipped dryly, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a fleeting smirk, “Especially not so soon after getting decked by a girl in heels."

The remark made Y/N stifle a snort, as her eyes flickered down to the red mark on her knuckles. The man’s bruised eyes briefly met hers—irritated yet resigned.

"There’s no available room for her, anyway,” he countered, “none that meet the security requirements for her- status. »

"Then put her in the attic," Namjoon decided with an air of finality, his attention already drifting back to the documents in front of him.

« But, that’s—»  the man began.

"He’ll just have to deal with it, » Namjoon interrupted sharply, cutting off any further discussion. « You’re dismissed. »  He gathered his folder and walked out of the room, conversing quietly with Seokjin, who matched his pace with a thoughtful nod. They disappeared around the corner, leaving the hallway echoing softly with the fading sound of their discussion.

Left somewhat adrift by Namjoon's departure, the slender guy lingered for a moment, his posture relaxed slightly. He exhaled heavily as he turned to face Y/N, preparing himself for the task ahead.

"So," the man began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, "you sure know how to make a first impression, huh?"

Y/N couldn't help but offer a small, sardonic smile, her gaze briefly flitting to the injury she had inflicted. "Seems so," she replied.

"Guess I earned that one,” he chuckled softly, the sound surprisingly genuine. “Should've known better than to underestimate a Park," he admitted, his eyes meeting hers, "You could’ve avoided leaving a mark, though.”

"I can give you another to match, if you like," Y/N quipped, her tone light but her eyes serious, an unspoken promise that she was no easy target. “Symmetry is essential, after all.”

« Taehyung, » he introduced himself, extending his right hand.

« Y/N, » she responded, making no move to shake it.

"Alright,” Taehyung said, a hint of formality returning to his voice as he let his hand drop. “Let's get you settled in, shall we?"

He led Y/N through the opulent corridors of the mansion. The walls were adorned with ancient tapestries and portraits. The soft clack of their footsteps on the marble floor filled the space between them as they approached an elevator.

Taehyung pressed the call button, a soft ding echoing slightly. He stepped in first, gesturing for Y/N to follow, which she did, her steps measured and silent. The doors slid closed with a soft whoosh, sealing them away from the watchful eyes of the armed men outside.

Inside the confined space, Y/N turned to Taehyung. "Aren't you nervous?" Her tone was casual, but the underlying implication was clear. Few were those who would willingly step into a confined space alone with someone from her bloodline.

Taehyung scoffed lightly. "Should I be?" he countered with a raised eyebrow, his posture relaxed against the elevator wall. He pulled a badge from his pocket and held it against a scanner, followed by pressing his thumb onto a biometric pad. Only then did he push the button for the building's top floor. The elevator hummed softly as it ascended, and YN wondered what awaited her. A dusty attic seemed hardly better than a dark basement.

Finally, the elevator dinged softly, announcing their arrival on the seventh floor. The doors slid open to reveal what appeared to be a large suite. Taehyung stepped out first, and Y/N followed, her eyes quickly taking in the surroundings.

The space was strikingly modern, the furniture sleek and dark. She assessed her new quarters, wondering about the layers of security hidden within these chic walls. A gilded cage remained a cage, after all.

Y/N's hand reached for one of the doors, eager to know the extent of her new nest. Just as she touched the cool metal of the handle, Taehyung's voice halted her movements. "Not there,” he said, nodding subtly towards another closed door across the room, “you're on the other side."

“What’s this one, then?” she said, her hand still on the handle.

“Did I miss the part where you were suddenly allowed to ask question?” he retorted.

Heeding his direction, she crossed the plush carpet to the indicated door and pushed it open to reveal her appointed bedroom.

The room was a stark contrast to the sparse, utilitarian space she had been confined to over the past couple of days. The bed was large and inviting, dressed in high-quality linens, and the soft glow of the ambient lighting created a warm, almost cozy atmosphere. She’d almost forget her if it weren’t for the

As she surveyed her new surroundings, the elevator opened again, and a group of maids entered briskly. With efficient, almost rehearsed movements, they began removing various items from the suite: utensils, decorative vases, even seemingly harmless items like heavy books and electronic devices. Y/N watched quietly, her eyes sharp, noting the methodical stripping of anything that could potentially be used to harm herself or others.

Meanwhile, Taehyung tapped lightly on one of the skylight windows, drawing her attention. "Bulletproof glass,” he commented casually, but the warning was clear so don’t try and get smart, okay?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, her attention returning to the maids’ orchestrated movements. Once the apartment had been sufficiently- sanitized, they filed out as silently as they had entered, leaving her standing in the center of her stripped bedroom. Taehyung lingered by the doorway, watching her with an intrigued expression.

"You look awfully relaxed,” he remarked, a hint of curiosity coloring his tone, “given your situation."

Y/N turned to face him squarely. « Believe it or not,” a faint, almost imperceptible frown grazed her face as she responded, “this isn’t my first rodeo. »

Taehyung crossed his arms, studying her. "Do you even know why you’re here?" he asked.

Y/N returned his gaze steadily, a hint of defiance flickering in her eyes. "Do you?"

He let out a short, rueful laugh, recognizing the parry in their conversation. "I'm pretty sure I'm currently missing out on the intel, thanks to you," he replied, his voice a blend of annoyance and amusement. The circumstances clearly put him at a disadvantage, something he wasn’t used to or fond of.

Y/N shrugged; her expression unreadable. She sat on the bed with a huff. “If that makes you feel any better, I doubt you’re missing much,” she stated, her voice low and nonchalant. "Money, information, leverage—it’s pretty much always the same shit, anyway."

Taehyung checked his watch, a subtle reminder of the pressing schedule he was under. "Mrs. Shin, the housekeeper, will bring you some things later—clothes, toiletries, and such, along with your dinner," he explained, his tone businesslike but not unfriendly. He paused at the door, turning back to add, "Be nice to her," he said, a hint of warmth creeping into his voice. "She's a favorite around here."

Y/N's response was a half-smirk. "I'll try my best."

Watching her settling on the plush bed, Taehyung’s curiosity deepened. She seemed so composed—every gesture and word meticulously controlled and yet seemingly spontaneous.

He couldn't help but ponder over the danger she represented not just to herself, but to them all.

"And if you need anything—" he began.

"I'll know who to ask," Y/N finished smoothly for him, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“Actually,” he halted mid-step, “I was going to tell you not to bother asking.”

“Charming,” she stated, her grin turning sour. She lay there, looking composed and at ease, yet every part of her was tensed, ready. She understood the game well enough to play her part with finesse.

As the door clicked shut, Y/N's smile faded, replaced by a contemplative gaze at the closed door. With a slow exhale, she shifted her focus inward, strategizing silently as she prepared for whatever lay ahead.

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Hope you liked it. If some of you are intrigued or interested in finding out more, don't hesitate to interact and I'll start posting some more chapters! Also questions and remarks and feedback are welcome xxx

Chapter 3

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Um. Hi. <3 just for the record, it is NOT my first time sending you an ask but it IS my first time not doing it anonymously but. I figured since you most likely have gotten notifs of me reblogging and revisiting your despair disease!Makoto posts...... I just said screw it.

How would despair disease look like in thh? Like. IN thh specifically.......... Im curious....👀

(Welcome to the non-anonymous life!!)

Oh boy, my first impulse is to make Despair Disease the Chapter 3 motive, in this case, since it was the Chapter 3 motive in SDR2 (and also the Ch3 motive in canon THH is pretty much just for Celeste anyway, lol. I'm joking; I'm sure other characters were tempted, or would have been.). But man, what a rough time for Makoto to get Despair Disease! With all the Alter Ego stuff going on!

Honestly, I kind of want to have him get Despair Disease in Chapter 4 instead, because the tension of having DD Makoto who knows so many secrets (the Alter Ego "secret" they're all keeping from Monokuma, and the Sakura secret he's keeping from everyone) would be fun, but I don't know about having it be so late-game.

Maybe I won't put it at a firm place on the timeline, but I will say that one way or another he's found out a lot of dirt about a lot of people.

And also, I feel like the symptoms would manifest somewhat differently for him if he got the disease in THH.

He still has Defeatist Disease (though I doubt anyone will really call it that), he's still knocking stuff over and being generally inconvenient, but I think emotional openness/rawness is part of it. Because for him, keeping his more inconvenient emotions under wraps is part of him being a team player and being normal.

Despair Disease Makoto, in THH, is mourning openly and messily.

He walks into the dining hall that morning in rumpled clothes (because he's still wearing yesterday's hoodie instead of washing off and putting on a new one) and noticeably sweating, and he loudly says, "Guys, I don't like going into my bathroom! My friend died in there! Someone switch rooms with me."

(As he walks past Byakuya's table, he just steals the glasses off Byakuya's face and keeps walking. Either Byakuya snatches them back, or Syo tackles him for them, or Toko asks him to hand them over and he does.)

The class's reaction is mostly discomfort, mostly focused on what he said rather than why he's saying it.

Makoto continues, "Remember when you all said I killed her? I really wasn't expecting that. I should've been, though. I guess I just hadn't learned what people are like in killing games, but I understand now. In killing games, it's normal for people to betray you. Some people even betray everyone." He glances at Sakura and then away. Not something most people will notice, since he's just been looking around at everyone this whole time, but Sakura knows that the timing of his gaze landing on her was very deliberate. She's filled with a quiet panic, realizing he knows.

Kyoko asks him, "What are you doing?" because he's being weird and she doesn't know why.

"Oh jeez, I was talking a lot. Are we still friends? I can shut up again, I promise! I think I can. Wait, I'm still talking." (He swipes a dessert from Hina's plate and takes a big bite.) "I don't need my shower. I'll just go to the bathhouse. We spend enough time there anyway, right? We're so suspicious."

"What are you doing?" Kyoko repeats, her eyes narrowing further.

"Just gonna go to the sauna," he says, tripping over his own feet on his way to the door– not out of clumsiness, but out of lightheadedness. "Still good memories there..."

Monokuma pops in like "Not so fast!" and introduces the motive. Basically, it's just "One of you has the Despair Disease!" And all the necessary description of what that means.

They pretty much immediately figure out that Makoto is the infected one, and Byakuya flings his glasses off his face again when it's mentioned that the disease is highly contagious. Hina pushes her plate away. They get Makoto to the clinic and the consensus is pretty much to just dump him there, lock him in, and occasionally bring him food. They don't have an Ultimate Nurse, and seeing Makoto act this way is really off-putting to everyone.

Makoto refuses to take the meals they bring him. They talk to him through the door, trying to convince him to take his food. Every time he talks to someone about whom he knows stuff, he hints at what he knows about them without saying it.

Because part of his Defeatist Disease is that he's lowkey trying to get himself killed by his friends.

And he's going through it. Frequently, he's just openly wailing, in there (either from grief or physical pain), or saying, "I hope I always remember this. The time I was suffering and you all just left me to die. I mean it! I sometimes worry that I don't do enough for my friends, so this is comforting. Heh, it hurts...to talk, and I can't breathe...You guys are my best...best friends..."

Kyoko has to pretty much treat him like Alter Ego: a resource that needs to be kept in one place to make sure other people don't mess with it.

Meanwhile Makoto is causing panic because when Hiro brought him his lunch, Makoto told Hiro that actually he was the one who killed Chihiro; he was the mastermind of that whole murder.

The group still isn't sure of what Makoto's symptoms are supposed to be. Like, they get that he's sick, and they get that he's acting weird, but they don't fully understand what's going on with him. Everything he's said so far has seemed to be true, so him saying that he killed Chihiro and maybe is the mastermind is very alarming. But Kyoko is able to identify that the point is to agitate them, not just to blurt out true secrets.

(Also, everything he's saying is something that emotionally rings true either to him or to them. But I doubt they'll delve that deep.)

Whatever murder happens that chapter, I'm going to say the killer tried to run to the clinic to get supplies to help the person they hurt, but Makoto wouldn't let them in. Meaning, once he's recovered, he gets to feel at fault for both the death of the victim and the execution of the killer.

Because I'm mean to my favorite guy.

[of-pots-and-dots]

TW:BLOOD, BODY HORROR

Ough, the height extension did not do my boy Sunni any favors. Who knew possession could be so painful?/silly

This is one of my newer SMG4 OCS, Sunflower Guy, aka Sunni. Damn, and this is how I introduce them? Sorry, my guy; I'll introduce ya properly sometime (that doesn't end up with them possessed. Maybe…)

Anyway, throwing my entry in the ring for @grinnames 200+ follower event. Congrats, man, you deserve it!! Not only did I draw PossessedGB4!Sunni, I also wrote about how it happened. I'm slightly rusty at writing, but I hope you like it. Now, ONTO THE STORY!!!

AID GONE WRONG 

Summary: Attempting to help a friend in need goes very wrong for Sunflower Guy.

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The sun was setting as another day ended at Luigi's flower shop. Inside, a lone Shy Guy was putting away supplies, quickly dashing to and fro around the shop as they did.

'Pesticides go here; fertilizers go here, make sure its actually fertilizer and not gunpowder; don’t wanna deal with that again; heliotrope seeds go here-'

Their thoughts are soon interrupted as the bell dings, signaling a customer’s arrival. Sunni’s head turns towards the door, finding, to their confusion, no customer.

Weird.

Sunni cocks their head briefly before shaking their head and picking up a flowerpot, resuming their duties. They barely take a step toward the back before the bell rings again. Their head whips toward the door, a wave of irritation washing through them as, again, no sign of a customer.

Sunni sighs, gently placing the flowerpot on the counter, then quickly walking outside and pacing around the storefront a few times.

Empty.

Sunni grumbles under their breath and is about to turn on his heel and head back inside when he hears rustling from behind the building. The Shy Guy freezes up as the rustling continues briefly before stopping entirely.

Sunni’s mind runs rampant with different scenarios, ranging from something as innocent as a wild animal snuffling through the trash to more violent and scary thoughts.

The sound of a groan snaps them out of their thoughts. Their feet move before they realize it, and as they turn the corner, their eyes land on a familiar blue hat among a pile of discarded boxes.

Sunni makes a surprised sound as they dash toward SMG4. A surge of worry and concern overtakes them as they quickly reach him, grabbing his hand as they try to pull him out of the pile.

As soon as they make contact with SMG4’s hand, a wave of fear and anxiety washes over them, keeping their legs stuck and preventing them from running. SMG4 slowly stands up, towering (far taller than he should've) over the Shy Guy, his lips pulling back in a dark smile as he keeps his grip on them.

All too late, Sunni comes to a horrific realization.

‘This isn’t SMG4. This… this is…’

Short panicked breaths leave Sunni as they try to pull away, the attempt useless as SMG4’s hand begins to dematerialize, his entire body dissolving into wisps of red and black as they enter the Shy Guy’s body.

'A monster."

White hot pain envelops their body all too quickly as they begin to scream, collapsing to the ground as they writhe in pain, the horrible sensation quickly becoming too much for the Shy Guy to handle.

As Sunni's vision dims, the last thing they hear before the darkness swallows them whole is an unfamiliar voice.

“A Shy Guy? What an interesting addition to my collection.”

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"Dude? A Shy Guy, really? Couldn't you possess something better? Something more, I don’t know…destructive?" SMG3 asked, a hand on his hip as he looks down from the shop’s roof in disinterest.

Cracking bones and the tearing of fabric and flesh were all that answered SMG3's questions as his partner adjusted the vessel as he saw fit. Red rings form around the vessel's arms, legs, and neck. Only once his partner's tanuki ears and tail pop out in a surge of blood does SMG4 look at SMG3, a single yellow eye peering up through one of the eyeholes of the now bloody mask.

“What, you don’t like it? I thought it was cute.” SMG4’s voice rasps before falling into a coughing fit, blood dripping from the mask’s mouthpiece as he gets used to his new vessel and its limitations.

SMG3 just sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head.

This fucking dude.

[rosemariad]

SUPERNATURAL SEASON 15 - final season - bitter end part 2

See p1 here | https://www.tumblr.com/rosemariad/761290454081929216/supernatural-season-15-final-season-part-1-i

OH MY LORD – FINALLY – a FUCKING APOLOGY, from Dean. Winchester.

And it happened in purgaytory 😉 lol. Moment of silence for dead Benny :/

I wish we could've gotten a shot of Cas listening to him. We've always seen Dean pray to Cas but we never see Cas hear them on his end, like when Jack was hearing Sam's prayer. I think that would've been dope as fuck to see Castiel's reaction. When Cas & Dean finally do catch up to one another, Cas seems so...reserved. I feel like He knew DAMN well (like 90%) what Dean might say (or maybe he's so in denial about the possibility that Dean could return his affections in that way)

How are we almost halfway to the end and this is the first time we’ve seen Jack at all during this FINAL season? You introduce him in episode 12.23, you kill him (twice) and we don’t even get to see how he’s doing? We know he’s in the empty from 14x20’s closing montage.

15x10 was a pretty decent episode since we got to see Garth again ☺️ & he's settled into the domestic life with his wife Bessie - they had twins and a older daughter & neither child is named after Dean (🤣 Serves him right these days, since he's being such a douche!) wonder why Garth chose to name his baby after Cas though…did they ever interact? I don't recall…Watching Sam meet baby Sam is precious

(also how wild is it that the Garth & Benny actors are a married couple now? SPN man, they should've had a dating show given how many relationships came outta 1 production that lasted 15 yrs!)

Watching Sam sniff and cough & sneeze post-COVID is wild!

Taking on that giant monster was Hilarious - this was what SPN was missing - definitely peak content! Look at those hunter guys get reduced to regular chumps 🤣 fantastic!

Was Dean scared of the dentist? Had he ever BEEN to a dentist? Wow John, you couldn't take your son to a damn dentist - with all the junk food that boy eats? Even so, you want him running around without teeth?

Watching Sam writhe around with some cure all Bessie learned from her dad (he's dead I guess?) was equally hilarious!

WTF was with Dean's hallucination? These writers are trippin - out of all the things you could've done, you make Dean & Garth tap dance? What was the point? And some oldies shit? Sure Dean would've been exposed to reruns of the good ol' days but that’s never really been his interest before? And the lamp at the end? TF? I've read some posts about what others thinking it all means but I say the artistic direction is wack. But all aside the dentist Garth bit is awesome!

Garth couldn't have said it better - being the hero/protagonist is a drag - more so for comic book heroes cuz of the tragic backstory but in the Winchesters' case - it suuuuuuuuuucks.

I'm all for some Winchester humble pie. SPN should be normal people problems show mixed with cooky supernatural shenanigans. It would never get old 😂

Dean why did you think you could gobble down 7 grilled cheese sandwiches - all that dairy - oh man. So I guess that's normal for him…bad, real bad. Normal Dean would be dead in a week 🤣🤣

Anyway Garth swooping in to save the day for a change, is a welcome change ☺️ [is this the last time we'll see him in the show though? 😥]

Interesting how they seem to keep switching back & forth between how hopeless the odds are in going against the big G.O.D. to no we're gonna find a way cuz we're the Winchesters & that’s what we do. Yeah okay 🤣

Jack's been hunting & eating Grigori hearts - damn. Not looking forward to why…

Meanwhile we get more backstory on all the other gods in human history through Fortuna, goddess of luck/fortune? Interesting, it seems like God allowed others to be worshipped so they could suffer the bad PR when things when wrong for people & they would get the blame (pretty sure plenty people still blame God for bad stuff all the time — like Dean 😅).

Good for Sam fighting for those people stuck under Fortuna's thumb. Small victories though…

Kaia survived, but I know we'll never see her again now. No reunion w/ Claire, or the others…wah 😔 meanwhile Alt!Kaia is definitely dead, we saw her face her end - way to take out that plot device writers 🙄

Dean seems pretty gung-ho on taking out God & Amara - buddy I know you feel helpless but there is no cosmic entity that is gonna be on your side all the time. The control freak inside him is going rabid y'all he's convinced that it’s the only way out but neglects to answer the question - if God (and Amara - cold by the way - is he punishing her for Mary? Amara was the one who brought her back in the first place) is taken out, what happens to the universe?

Jack is still giving me those intern vibes - Cas WTF were you thinking? I know you didn't forget about that deal…but damn if he ain't a team player, always willing to risk it all to help his precious Dean bean & the baby bro Sam.

I love how the brothers took Jo/Anael at her word - like really? There was no other way to investigate the veracity of her story than by simply going to hell? Really? Also they couldn't squeeze in Rowena for 1 final appearance? Boo!

And what was Anael's last line about? What friends could she possibly be talking about? Did God have her set this up? Lead the guys on a wild goose chase to waste time? Who fucking knows anymore, but I guess it doesn't matter as this is technically Anael (& Ruby's) final scene in the show.

Ruby you're screwed - there's no way she got out and no way to know - anyway onto the plot!

Look at this family shot - precious!

So between this episode & 12x07 Sam's superpower is handling doors - keeps them open when he needs to & closed when he has to. Sam, keeper of the doors!

The Empty & Death Billie teamed up? Oh shit, that's gonna backfire fast!

Classic Dean Winchester move to call your beloved an idiot when you almost lost him….again. I can't keep track of the various close calls this angel had over the years.

Best gem of 15x13 - the Alternate Sam & Dean - affluent dudes who were raised by a successful business savvy John Winchester who raised his sons with a modicum of respect & some fashion sense it seems all the while building a supernatural hunting empire spanning the entire globe (damn). And at the end they went to Brazil? So canonically there's 2 sets of Sams & Deans running around - too bad nothing else will come out of that…they should've stolen the Impala - that shit would've been hilarious.

After all these years we finally got to see THE Garden of Eden. It would've been cool to see it sooner in the show but oh well. The trip seems to have given Jack the ability to feel again, get his soul back. And he is wracked with guilt over Mary as if we didn’t have enough of that to deal with…

The words you're looking for guys is I FORGIVE YOU! Like he's a kid, it was an accident & he's clearly fucking sorry for it, the guilt is tearing him apart, you're not blind you can see it but God forbid either Winchester just says the magic words.

Now Mrs. Butters - I'm not cool with that shit at all. I peeped immediately based on the 1st scene that she wasn't there willingly. Why would she? She's a fucking wood nymph and while there's a bunch of trees outside, the bunker sure as shit ain't no forest. Someone forced her to work in that bunker & the fact that imagery of Cuthbert Sinclair keeps coming up confirms it.

She was probably their slave - that's so fucked. And Sinclair tortured her into obedience. That poor creature…she deserved so much better. shame on Sam & Dean for using that poor woman - you can't find the time to cook & clean up after yourselves? - I know Dean is good at it. But no, SPN had to set women back decades and force Mrs. Butters into waiting on them hand and foot. Shame, damn shame. Thankfully they eventually let her go, but only cuz Jack's life was in jeopardy and god forbid the Winchesters lose their handy ace in the hole when their maid/slave gets murderous. Really Dean, ‘just start over’?!, she threatened your kid you dumbass, do you really want someone to take care of you that fucking bad? WTF?!?!

All those feasts & Cas never showed up once -- bullshit!!!! Bullshit I say!

Apparently when Cas does eventually return to the screen & wraps up some trouble w/ Jack (aww he wanted to wear matching ties! And he has a teddy bear? Did Cas give him one? He gave one to Claire a couple of seasons ago) jack spills that he's meant to die & sacrifice himself to take out God & Amara. I know you're not on board Cas but speak up. Why is everyone so afraid to stand up to Dean Jesus Christ. He's just a man, sure he'll punch you but that just means you hit back or you know, don't let him punch you!

We get 1 final glimpse into Sam & Dean's childhood. Pro tip Dean: if you want your baby bro to stick around, don't ridicule his goals or call him stupid. Just a thought (I know he's a kid himself but that's what I would've said to the kid) but hey ultimately none of it matters right, jeez 😒

The lady lied to the brothers to get them to show up, did you ever think to incentivize them with money? It wouldn't take much, they probably wouldn't even take it or you know just tell them the truth, they're hunters it's what they do.

It's the baba yaga? It almost got to Dean but thankfully Sam was conveniently there to break the spell or whatever was gonna try to make Dean kill himself. The vic, Travis, apparently had the entity's ring all this time so it's back for revenge? And to eat ofc it's hungry. Too bad she failed cuz she's dead as one of the final MOTW ever on SPN. And just when we thought Dean made progress he ruins it by being supremely committed to Billie's plan -- cuz God forbid Sam bring up ethical questions into plotting someone's murder Dean, even if it is about cosmic entities and you know, your kid, Jack. Will the real Dean Winchester stand up cuz I think he wouldn't do this under any other circumstances. If I were Sam I would've jumped out of that car in pure disgust. Sam seemed inclined to do that.

Anyway the Jack suicide bomb plan ultimately didn't matter either cuz Amara ends up siding w/ Chuck after he makes her see that Dean was actually planning on killing her along w/ her brother.

Side bar - I love how she just had a whole season's long vacation just enjoying what the planet had to offer before her end. Can't say she didn't try to work things out - with the Winchesters or God. But hey, I know what's up - it's all about the men in this show 🙄

Saying Jack's not family - how fucking dare you! but also another example of inconsistent behavior from Dean - 1 minute he's concerned, the next he's dismissive & neglectful, then the next he cares (emotional whiplash), then he sees Jack as nothing more than a loose-end for fuck's sake Dean pick a lane & make up your damn mind, fuck!

Anyways, Sam should've smacked the shit outta Dean. He deserves it. But I get it Dean, you can't live w/o Sam or Cas but watching Jack die is no big since he took your mommy away, whatever asshole. Then he feels bad, but I feel it's only cuz he can't sit pretty on his high horse knowing the kid heard how little Dean cares for him right now.

Why did Sam & Cas let Jack run off w/ Dean? I sure wouldn't have 😡.

So because Billie's plan went tits up (big surprise there & really Billie you were expecting them not to fuck up, really?) God escaped & in the next, infamous episode of 15x18 people start getting Thanos'd. Endgamed. Disappeared.

Alt!Charlie & her girlfriend Stevie - gone. Eileen, Sam's current GF, gone. Alt!Bobby, gone. The other folks from Apocalypse World - gone.

But Donna gets got too - because Sam & Dean intervened all the way back in her premiere episode (was that season 8? I forget). Did everyone just get disappeared - like everyone Sam, Dean & John saved (that's my headcanon anyhow)? But it doesn’t even stop there…

Hold up - wait a minute - I’m gonna talk about the Destiel moment in 15x18 but I’m gonna save it for a separate post cuz I got to get all that stuff off my chest…https://www.tumblr.com/rosemariad/761296693532803072/the-bitter-end-spn-15x18-despair-about-that

Anywho:

Everyone gets disappeared. I see they were inspired by that Avengers movie 😅 I wonder if they went through the same experience the Marvel folk did canonically…(its that no one remembers what happened to them if they got blipped right?)

15x19 felt so rushed to me did anyone else feel that way?

Jack asks what happened to Cas (RIP you beautiful angel 😭) but Dean just offers a simple explanation. After countless days of misery and drinking, Jack prompts the brothers to drive around and Dean finds a dog only to have it disappear like everyone else - there's no way Chuck missed the dog, he just wanted Dean to bond with her so he could feel her loss too. Damn. So vengeful.

The Winchesters say they surrender but at this point I wouldn't believe them and apparently it was all part of their master plan. They ran into Michael (who's lost Adam at this point RIP Adam, again) and Dean calls Michael out as a daddy's boy but you would know wouldn't you Dean 🤣 game recognize game

When Dean got that phone call & ran up those steps, oh Dean you poor miserable bastard.

The devil, conveniently back from the void from whence he came, scrounges up a reaper - why are there reapers at this point (isn’t everyone gone anyways?) was she brought from the Empty? Kill her so she can be Death # 3 and open up the mysterious book that describes God's imminent demise but the devil killed her one more time before she could finish cuz he's God's favorite now (so he says Chuck says 🙄) pissing off Michael but as the brothers explained later this would all work in their favor but RIP Jessica - last female figure to be killed off on SPN? She basically died for nothing as Sam & dean came up w/ a new plan.

While the archangels squab, Michael gets the upper hand and finally kills Lucifer (so how was this fight going to devastate the planet cuz the bunker didn't even get messed up or nothing - very underwhelming since this is technically the last we’ll see of the devil in the show) & later Michael snitches to God when everyone drives out to summon Chuck to try killing him off once and for all. Then Michael dies cuz God is tired of him I guess (sure he said it’s cuz Michael dique betrayed him but I mean do you even care about that?) sucks for Mike I guess 🤷🏽‍♀️

All the celestial fighting was apparently powering up Jack after he juiced himself up for that bomb & couldn't kill off God sooner. by the end of the episode Jack siphons the remaining energy out of Chuck and instead of squashing him like a bug they all just decide to walk away, leaving Chuck Shurley a mortal, ordinary man to die off on his own (omg the way he squealed as they ditched him, geez 🤦🏾‍♀️).

This is why you should've just destroyed them Chuck! You'd think he'd know better than to savor their doom. Tsk tsk.

I would've shot him, burned him and had Jack disintegrate the ashes to nothing. But fuck being thorough I guess 🤣

Jack brings everyone back & leaves the brothers (I would've done the same, fuck those Winchesters, Sam's alright but Dean is just ugh at this point) & Aside from Rowena I can't think of anyone else who ends up with a win like Jack. He was born the Nephilim of Lucifer but ended up becoming a noble God.

I also gotta vent about that last episode - https://www.tumblr.com/rosemariad/761299089485889536/supernatural-season-15-the-bitter-end-series

[the-mad-rat1]

The 'Biggest FNAF hater" in your description is it genuine lmao??

And if it is, what's your opinion on the game?

Mine's just that it's seems like it's been going on for way too long and everytime someone seems close to fully understanding the lore, it just seems that with each game, everyone's confused again and no questions have been answered.

(You can choose to ignore this, I like invading inboxes too much and yapping 😭)

My hate for FNAF comes from the fact that I spend 10 years of my life on it, watching what was once your favorite series self destruct does things to you dude, my hatred for the series is aimed at FNAF SL - Pizza sim - UCN, they're the worst games of the franchise by far not only in gameplay but specially in their lore, FNAF SL is just a reskin of FNAF 4, but it gets a pass because it introduced my favorite FNAF character outside of Purple guy, which is Elizabeth (because she actually has a personality unlike literally everyone else who's just a copy and paste of each other but they did different actions instead, Michael and Henry are extremely similar when they talk, William exists and we'll get to him).

FNAF SL just got dropped and anything introduced in it was not used at all after it outside of remnant which I hate with a passion, pizza sim literally threw away everything FNAF SL introduced to set up UCN, all the nuances of every character thrown away or completely ignored, Michael died without saying a single word, we have no idea what his motivation is, forcing us to jump sharks to reach a conclusion that may or may not be wrong, who knows? There's a possibility that we were wrong all this time, but we have no idea. As much as I love Elizabeth as a character, she had no reason to return in pizza sim, circus baby got discarded and erased immediately after FNAF SL and we have NO IDEA HOW that happened, we know that she got removed from ennard but we have zero idea what caused the circus baby personally to be erased that allowed Elizabeth to take over, and they just turned Elizabeth into a henchwoman for no reason, Henry only exists to justify William getting away with his first murder, because Scott for some reason decided to make his life harder by making William the CEO of Freddy's instead of just being a random employee like he used to be, now there needs an explanation as to how the CEO of a franchise managed to get away with murder, and it's all because of Henry and his lazy ass, Henry only exists to orbit around William and that makes him so BORING as a character, because outside of William there's nothing to him, he had no reason to come back and his introduction is easily the clunkiest character introduction I ever seen in my life and his daughter goes alongside him with that title (but congrats for her transition), that whole speech should've been Michael speaking it, not Henry, Henry and William's situation is a whole drama that we don't get to see, which is why he is so unnecessary as a character.

William... Look how they massacred my favorite boy, they completely assassinated his character, all of the nuance of his character thrown away for the sake of a game that has no reason to have lore (UCN) first things first: they made him start believing that Springtrap was a blessing in disguise instead of the hell it used to be, while you could say that he's just trying to lie to himself there not A SINGLE LINE OF DIALOGUE THAT EVER IMPLIES THIS IS THE TRUTH, he doesn't complain about pain at all, and they made him EXTREMELY STUPID in this game for some reason, he went into a trap head first without second guessing, and he knew it was a lie the moment he heard it, but he still went there anyways for some reason, he says it was out of curiosity for the animatronics which is crazy because he already seen it 6 different times already (not including the funtime animatronics or phantoms) so he has no reason at all to be there, maybe you could say he was actually there to get revenge on Michael or Henry, but if he is there for that then they're lower in his priority list for some reason, because there's not a single line implying that he feels any animosity towards them.

Molten Freddy and Lefty exists, they're there. 👍

And UCN had ALL OF THIS UNNECESSARY SET UP JUST FOR IT TO BE A RESKIN OF SPRINGTRAP'S WHOLE CONCEPT, they took away everything that made Springtrap unique and special just for this unnecessary addition to the lore, UCN has no reason to exist because everything it's set out to accomplish was made beforehand and in a much better way than it, there's no reason to make a separate hell just for William, BECAUSE SPRINGTRAP WAS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE DUDE, Springtrap did everything that UCN is trying to do and more, Springtrap was supposed to be "THE HELL" For William, it's has literally the best cosmic irony I've ever seen, being betrayed and dying by the suit you used to hurt others is the best showcase of karma in this whole franchise and they ruined it to introduce a character that has no reason to exist, the vengeful spirit has literally no other character trait outside of anger, it's just angry and that's everything it has going for it, it's THE ONLY IMPORTANT CHARACTER introduced in UCN and it's a one note joke of a character, why is the vengeful spirit so special? Why does it get all of these cool powers and no one else does? How is it able to trap someone within their own nightmares? WHY IS IT THE ONLY SOUL DOING THIS? All of that and more doesn't get introduced in the game it first appeared in, it's the most pointless character ever, and should be ignored.

Everything after these games I don't care about anymore, and honestly I'm happy that they're trying to basically reboot the series and dropping the lore and letting it be unfinished, because I swear I would not have the patience to keep going at this terrible story that has no purpose anymore. FNAF no longer has a mystery because the one mystery it had got solved years ago, the only thing left todo in this franchise is to rewrite over and over again and just make your own AU's out of it.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[choccyhearts]

18+!!

lifeguard!steve is sitting at his post when he catches something beautiful out of the corner of his eye as he does his usual broad scan of the area

and he does a double take to see a gorgeous woman lying on a lounge chair, legs stretched out and skin shining mesmerizingly in the sun. the cover-up she wears is wrapped tight to her body, but he can still see the cherry red swimsuit underneath peak out. as she sun bathes, her eyes remain closed under a pair of large white sunglasses.

his lips part as his brain slowly shifts to static as he continues to gaze at the pretty lady. oh boy, did she make his swim trunks tighten.

a whistle from across the pool snaps him out of his daze. he looks towards the racket to see one of the other lifeguards shouting at some rough housing kids. when he turns back, he loses his muse. his eyes dart around frantically, searching for his newly beloved angel like his life depended on it -- and it honestly kind of did.

because the second he finds her standing in the shallow end of the pool along, cover-up and sunglasses forgotten, he takes in a large gasp, realizing he had stopped breathing for the entirety he was searching for her. he admires her now unobstructed face, and his heart pounds harder as he imagines being lucky enough to look into her eyes.

he watches as she occasionally hops on foot to foot, thankful she's been left undisturbed. he wouldn't hesitate a milisecond to blow his whistle at any bratty child that dared interrupt his love's relaxation.

however, a couple minutes later, he's dragged down from the lifeguard to switch sections. great.

now he had to go over to the furthest post away from his angel. he tries not to visibly pout as he sulks to his station. as he climbs up and settles, he sadly looks for his girl. he can hardly see her, now with hoards of rowdy kids splashing and playing in the water.

he just wishes he could make everyone disappear and be alone with her. dive into the pool and swim over cooly to her. he knows girls love watching his body when he swims after how many dates he got when he became captain of the swim team.

then, he'd introduce himself to her, flirt with her, and try to make her flustered like she makes him feel. once she falls for him as fast as he has her, he'd lean in and kiss her, confirming their true love with a kiss like in the stories he loved as a child. he's always believed in true love despite how many times his heart has been beaten and stomped on, and now, with his dream woman in front of him, he knows it's all true. all of the fairy tales and fables.

after an excruciating thirty minutes spent daydreaming, steve finally gets to switch posts, this next one closer to his love. he walks over to his post with a little spring in his step. just as he gets to his post he sees his love is no longer in the pool.

he quickly climbs up so he can have a better view, and when he does, he sees his angel with a distressed look on her face. worried?? upset?? why?? steve's heart tightens, and his feet move faster than he realizes because the next thing he knows, he's standing right next to her.

"h-hi," steve's voice is hoarse when he tries to speak. he flusters and clears his throat loudly. "ehm, hello, miss. i came-i walked over to see if there was a problem-what the problem is?" he inwardly winces when he realizes he just said nonsense.

but somehow, he pulls off his poker face because she responds!

"oh, well, i just realized i think i misplaced my sunglasses. i really hope they weren't stolen," she sighs.

"your glasses, sunglasses? they were stolen!?" steve curses himself. he should've been paying attention!!

"it's no big deal, i have others. those were old anyways," she says, trying to brush off the situation. she doesn't miss how gorgeous the man in front of her is. her heart flutters, and her hands get a little sweaty as she looks at his now concerned face.

"no! no! um, i will look for them, i promise! i'll get them back for you, trust me, i'll interrogate every person in this place and i don't care if it takes hours, or or days-"

the woman grabs his hand softly, making him freeze. his skin errupts in goosebumps, and his legs feel like jelly.

"it's okay, sweetie, the world isn't going to end because i don't have my sunglasses," she smiles at him and his mouth parts open again the same way it did when he first saw her.

all that's in his head is, "pretty lady...called me sweetie...true love...soul mate...mine, mrs. harrington...."

"what's your name?" she guides him to sit down on the lounge chair next to him, and he does so obediently.

"s...steve..." he gulps. "it's steve harrington."

"steve," she purrs. he hums when he hears it, and she giggles, already obsessed with the lovesick boy in front of her. "you know you're really cute, steve?"

he lets a throaty whine crawl up his throat as he realizes how sappy he's being. to a woman he is just meeting!!

"i...i want-"

"yo, harrington! get your ass over here!," an obnoxious voice rings out.

steve rolls his eyes and sighs as he looks at his annoying coworker, ruining his special moment with his baby.

"when are you free?" she asks as steve stands up.

"free...? oh, um, my shift ends in thirty minutes actually," steve says, lying but knowing he can convince his coworker to cover for him since he's done it countless times for everyone else.

"great," the woman smiles. "then i guess i'll keep working on my tan and we can do something together."

his heart flutters and he feels his nether region awaken again due to the tone of her voice.

"mm, but we're just in swimsuits, shouldn't we change?"

his baby lies on her stomach as he continues standing next to her, getting the perfect view of her backside.

"well, what if we don't even need swimsuits for what i want to do?"

steve chokes and feels his length begin to harden.

"y-you, you wanna do-?"

the woman tugs his hand to signal him to lean down to her, which he does.

"i just wanna make love to my boy. that is, if you want to be my boy? i think you're feeling what i'm feeling."

steve sighs and trembles as he replays the words his angel just said.

"yessss, yes, i want that, i want to be your boy, yours, please." he leans close but she stops him.

"not yet, after your shift, sweetie."

steve nods and stands, quickly rushing to his post.

ohhhh, his true love, his sweet angel <3

♡♡♡

hi!! i didn't forget about the other stuff i promised i'd post, but i took a break from writing due to personal reasons. this is an old ramble i found in my drafts and thought it'd be a nice escape from the cold, grim weather lately🩷

[soupthecoolest]

CnD!

alright! so CnD, or "Creation and Destruction" is my homebrew "dnd" campaign!! i have dnd in quotes just cause. well my autism got too strong and i made an entire handbook with my own mechanics LMAO so it's really it's own Thing at this point. which is super cool n fun. after everything's been wrapped up i might publish that handbook but WE SHALL SEE.

anyway CnD is my own personal excuse to make my friends rp with me and my crazy ocs. SO.

it all started when the 11 party members crashed on the beach in a town they'd never seen before. looked totally normal until at the end of the first session they found a portal!

jumping in, that just... kept happening. small adventure, portal, repeat. with no end in sight. as the party began questioning why all this was happening, they met these two little FREAKS named mayhem and maelstrom. (i'll add all refs i have below!!)

anyway mae n may mentioned an elusive “She” that they’re working for, which led my players down an insane conspiracy rabbit hole in which they guessed 90% of hullabaloo’s vibe based on a PRONOUN. ONE PRONOUN I DROPPED I CAN’T TELL THESE MFS ANYTHING

next, they met pandemonium, (@weedsmokingbfs's oc!!! owe you my life muppy) who told them that: these portals aren't taking them place to place, it's transporting them around purgatory. and they've all died.

since then it's been up to the party to navigate their purpose, how to escape, all of it.

then they met bedlam, who explained to them this crazy prophecy and the reason they're all trapped there, which connects to a decision he made 800 years earlier.

enter callie.

my god this is so much to explain IM CRAZY ok. so callie and dee (@percexe) had been meeting in the void for centuries. he'd see callie there when he died and never knew why. 2 idiots had an unspoken pact to not talk about their pasts, but boy they should've!

it would've revealed that callie is actually named chaos, and directly related to all the other crazy clowns they'd meet across the campaign.

they're called the Story, the main 6 pantheon of gods i've set up in this universe! so we've got (in order of like. "hierarchy")

mayhem and maelstrom: gods of war and balance (he/they)

pandemonium: trickster god of illusion (he/it)

bedlam: god of magic and prophecy (he/him)

hullabaloo: goddess of joy, day, and spontaneity (she/her)

chaos: goddess of narration, night, and tradition (she/he)

the Story are basically the worlds most fucked up family, all considering each other brother and sister. in the beginning they were fine, but as time went on things just naturally got more and more messed, and now everything is just a nightmare

chaos and hullabaloo are kinda a tier above the rest of the story, part of their own subset called the Storytellers.

hullabaloo wanted more power and betrayed chaos, trapping her in the void for eternity, as she wanted to rule the universe herself. which all circles back to how callie met dee.

in the void, chaos didn't feel like himself and took on the name calypso, which is how she introduced herself to dee once they met.

and nobody found out anything out of a series of insane miscommunications and lack of info! what fun!

but now in the campaign timeline, everyone's basically caught up. we've finished the first season and are heading into the second in a couple weeks!!! also excuse if this feels rushed at all it's because it is <3 LMFAO there's just so much with CnD, this barely scratches the surface.

there's so much i couldn't cover here like the prophecy binding the party to purgatory, bedlam's entire role in that, the mages, etc. we're like 25 sessions in and so far i've planned 40 more. i am SO normal!!!!

PLEASEEE ask about it if you're curious!! im so insane about my campaign it is my pride and joy :]]

in order there: hullabaloo, chaos, bedlam, pandemonium, and mayhem and maelstrom! ART CREDS for pandemonium and may&mae refs @weedsmokingbfs !!! once more muppy i owe u all my beans

[peach-fiz]

I actually didn't even bother watching the second season of Loki because of the cheap marketing and inconsistent storytelling.

It just felt like the plot was lifted off somewhere it would have made sense, and a character with a similar ego was replaced with Loki and goes through an arc that might have made sense for a blank slate character, but not someone who already has a backstory.

Loki doesn't even feel like Loki after three episodes in S1. The whole point of having a show like that just seems to be about the TVA and Sylvie.

Also the whole genderfluid thing. They 'confirmed' it in the promo and had a line in the script that went completely against anything they just said.

I knew at once that the writers, directors and other parts of production were really just pulling it in different directions and it would probably sound like a jazz trumpeter and a metal guitarist trying to improvise after knowing each other for 15 minutes.

I've been meaning to watch it just so I can have educated opinions on all of it but it's just,, so hard to get into. I definitely agree the marketing was cheap, they did with the 80s McDonald's like they did DB Cooper!Loki and made it centric to the advertising because McDonalds was also getting something out of it which is kinda ass seeing as realistically Loki Laufeyson would burn 6 of them down before he ate in one 😭

I personally don't like either of the major ships in the show but the forced Sylki shit in season 1 really got to me. Like not only did she completely replace him as the main character in HIS show, she's also a variant of him who he wants to make out with and overall it just reads as lazy writing and it's extremely disappointing that Mike Waldron has been put in charge of Multiverse of Madness and The Kang Dynasty since, due to the popularity of the Loki TV show. I was talking to my boyfriend about this last night but it kinda reminds me of the complaints people had ab the last Indiana Jones movie but opposite? Like everyone complained his best friend's daughter was gonna replace him bc she's a Mary Sue and she rlly isnt, she's more reminiscent of Marion in Raiders of the Lost Ark she just doesn't wanna fuck him. But the difference is Indy is a character who's majorly blank for little boys to project themselves onto. Which is great!! It works for those kind of movies, but they're not character development centric like the individual mcu movies tend to be. Loki is characterized in a way that he's drowning in identity issues and family problems and he experiences growth in every installment whether it be positive or negative. It doesn't make sense to take the formula of an Indidna Jones movie where he meets up with a woman who's typically a love interest and has her own issues that are only slightly touched on because that's not the focus, and they go do the plot.

Sylvie is not an Indy Girl, they straight up are trying to replace Loki with Sylvie. And you can tell the character wasn't supposed to have as much importance as she does in the show bc the character was worked on more after the actress they chose was buddies with a producer ( and this is no hate to the actress I'm sure she's delightful everything I've seen her in in terms of interviews has been lovely ).

I also absolutely agree they should've just made a tva mini series to introduce the tva rather than bringing back a dead character who soon will not make much sense anyway because Tom Hiddleston is getting older (and also he deserves to branch out in his career).

The genderfluid thing was a cash grab and it sucks ass, they just want money for acknowledging things already canon in the comics, same with confirming him as bisexual.

My boyfriend is actually writing a fic on ao3 called Find Me that's rlly good if you want Loki content that isn't related to the show.

(YES this is shameless promotion sshhhhshshsh) but fr the loki TV show makes me more confident in my screenwriting bc t h a t got put on disney plus. I'm also working on a Loki show rewrite in my spare time!!

[gengar-pixel-2]

Transformers animated Season three liveblog: Spoilers!

Onto our next episode! LET'S GO!

I was WAITING for this one! let me tell you!

A prowl and lockdown centered episode? This was worth the wait. Anyway, time for me to shit on sentinel again. (As usual, dialog is in alt text.) The gang goes on a mission to follow an energy signature, prowl does some cool ninja moves while him, jazz, optimus and sentinel look. JAZZ TIME BABYYY- I love jazz <3

until they find out they've been tricked. Aw man. :(

SENTINEL JUST. FUCKS OFF. thats not suspicious or weird AT ALL.

..Hey, wait a minute. I know that helmet!!! prime, run!

THEN SUNSTORM SHOWS UP!! TEEHEE!!! :3 THE SUNNYYY honestly his flattery would.. work on me haha- "Keep going." I say, flustered /silly

GO GET EM' BOYS! NINJAAAAA GO!

OH FUCK OFF. COME ON BRO... Way to scare them, aft-hole.. as usual, he treats this like a joke and goes "You guys should've seen the looks on your faceplates!"

anyway, so then primes like "Heyyy... how did you do that? How did you capture the starscream clone?" and even jazz is stunned.. no one believes this is possible and uh. I didn't either. Something's up. and then sunstorm goes on a little rant as usual..

sidenote btw, i love sentinels stupid eyebrow raise/annoyed expression. Like, I hate him, but it makes me giggle. like, look at him. it's so childish, really fits his personality.

"Huh, that's odd.. sentinel never cuts anyone off when he's being praised.." also made me giggle lol- I love this show

anyway, so then the crew goes to the elite guard ship and..

THE BLITZWING!! THE BITCHING!! THERE, RIGHT THERE!!! also swindle!! :3

but at this point me and my sister were like "there's no way he did this without help. it's sentinel we're talking about here." ALSO YAY!! THE JET TWINS!! i love them so much you don't understand. they're so silly.

jetstorm just wants to look cool for the ladies okay? wants to rizz them up as the kids say. /SILLY!! SILLY! I think this scene was really cute. look at his little pose.

also in my last liveblog i said that jetfire was french. He is not french. I would like to formerly apologize, as somehow my brain heard him and went "oh hes french" when they are clearly eastern European?

also "How did you capture this badness bot?" I love them i'm sorry. the accents just add to it for me I find them so charming, like blitzwings silly german one.

Anyway they start questioning sentinel and then he's like "NUH UH!! also don't tell me how to do my job!" then optimus tells prowl how he saw that.. familiar helmet. prowl gasps, and then..

PROWL LORE TIME YAYYY!!!

This fellow is introduced, and I quite like his design. Black, white, and gold are always good colors. Anyway, young prowl has been apprehended by this big scary red guy.

so prowl. did something, but this master.. *looks at my notes* yoketron, tells warpath (big red guy) to let him go. to which hes like "If you ask me, he should rust in the stockade!!" LIKE OKAY BRO. prowl.. didn't wanna fight and like, ran. big whoop. and then prowl and yoketron talk a bit more. We learn that yoketron took prowl under his wing and this is how he learned his cyber-ninja stuff. we also learn that prowl used to be quite the "delinquent" and loner because quote "Why should I risk my chassis for anyone? Nobody has ever risked their chassis for me!" his past in this episode explains his behavior in early season one, AND his behavior in season two with "a fistful of energon."

After prowl talks to jazz about their old sensei's helmet, sentinel interrupts and is like "that old guy?? pfft- hes been offline for like. ever. hes probably rusted." then fucks off for.. "patrol." prowl and jazz follow, only to see he's disappeared. HMMM... We also see some training with yoketron and prowl again.

Prowl and jazz can't find sentinel. oopsie! so they go back to the ship.

MORE TWINS YAYYY!!

their flabbers are GASTED.

HE GOT LUGNUT!!!

love this interaction, optimus's stammering is killing me.

another prowl and yoketron training montage. Yoketron is proud of prowl, and then reveals something, after giving prowl his iconic weapons. Then shows him something important.

hey? see that empty pedestal? Yeah, keep that in mind. That's important. Yoketron says that it belonged to a former student who brought shame.

He reveals that the cyber-ninja's mission is to protect these protoforms, the next generation. If project omega fails, then they will have no choice but to go to drastic, desperate measures and turn them into warriors. Yoketron worries for the survival of them, no matter the outcome. ..Horrifying. I hope nothing bad happens. (ominous foreshadowing)

After failing a task, yoketrons like "ah, dw about it." and tells him to go on a mission, and become the cyber-ninja he knows him to be. Present prowl wanders the halls, and finds sentinel there, calling someone.

He steals a thing and prowl stops using his hologram disguise when he's done and goes "hmmm!!! thats suspicious! that's weird!" and goes after him.

saw this, thought we were gonna go a vampire baseball route with this one.

THE WAY I GIGGLED AND KICKED MY FEET!! MY HORRIBLE MAN, MY SHITTY BLORBO IS BACK!!

anyway, prowl is rightfully pissed off and the goes to beat the shit out of sentinel (not really but yknow. a girl can dream.) Apparently, the asshat stole a gyro stabilizer from the ship but it was all a big diversion. A ruse. Also, the lying clone, ramjet is here! yippee! my favorite clone!

Sentinel essentially goes "Oh so you were right, BIIIG deal buddy.. You guys make so much stuff about fighting cons but i'm capturing them!" I CAN'T WITH THIS MOTHERFUCKER. ON GOD. YOU TEAMED UP WITH LOCKDOWN?? LOCKDOWN. ALL FOR A LITTLE POWERTRIP. SENTINEL? WHEN I CATCH YOU. SENTINEL-

Then ramjets like "ooo like at me, helpless and disarmed.." and prowl goes "SENTINEL EVERYTHING HE SAYS IS A LIE, YOU FOOL, THIS IS A TRAP!!!" and fighting begins! "We had a deal!!" and lockdowns like. "Skill issue dude. they offered me better stuff. more upgrades and energon. sorry i guess."

The boys (prowl and lockdown are fighting) when some interesting dialog happens. Lockdown asks what that move is supposed to be (i forget the first part of the name but it has sigma in it) and is like oh thats pathetic, and then prowl does more moves, to which lockdown responds: "Is that circuit-su? I'd laugh if it wasn't so pathetic." prowl is like HEYYY buddy how tf do you know that.. and then lockdown drops lore and goes.. "Never cared much for yoketron's spiritual crud. ..But I did like that helmet.." flashback time!

The dojo is in shambles. Indicating someone broke in. And JUST when me and my sister thought this couldn't get any worse, it did, as usual. Prowl runs, only to find..

The protoforms have been stolen. Taken by force. The implications being these were given to the decepticons to be made into other well.. decepticons. This is. awful, actually. Primus..

And to make matters worse.. Prowl finds yoketron, but..

PEEPAW DOWN!! jokes aside HES DYING. but prowl is determined and opens his sparkchamber thats actively fading. With one protoform left, prowl climbs down and grabs the body. Only for master yoketron to do this after being brought back. Giving some wise advice, and he passes away, going grey and offline.

THE LOCKDOWN LORE GOES CRAZY OH MY GOD...

Prowl is rightfully angry, they fight, and backup arrives w/the jet twins and optimus. More fighting, prowl is trapped, gets taken into lockdowns ship, he escapes, more fighting, etc etc.. they win! Also jazz's "woah bro.." is real haha.

Lockdown gets away, and then they go back to the ship, with cliffjumper telling them the news about magnus. ..I know that they're like "he's recovering" but there ain't no way peepaws living past this point.

HE LOOKS SO COOL AUUUHGHGHGH- i love his original design but god. this looks sick.

Sorry for this being like, longer. guess I had more thoughts? I don't know. Anyway, can't wait for the next one! BANGER episode!!!