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alo! which do you think is the ideal couple for the horsemen? not ideal type, but the vision you might have (or had before reading the books) for a love interest in the guys’ storylines. in asked and answered 321, you said that winter was written to be damon’s love interest, not a character that happened to have damon as their love interest. and it got me thinking how do you see the ideal partners / significant others for the guys, taking into consideration how their arcs and stories unfold, and how much it might differ from their actual relationships. i don’t know if what i’m saying makes sense so you just can ignore this if you don’t understand 😅, and you can totally not include will (+ emory). no one’s better for the two of them than each other.

Heyy! This is a really interesting question. To start, I’d like to give credit to @urlocalrambler, as she was the one who originally posed the idea that Winter was written not as her own character but as a love interest, and I agreed because I see the merits of that point. She’s a better person to ask if you’re wanting to expound on that idea.

but the vision you might have (or had before reading the books) for a love interest in the guys’ storylines

I don’t remember having many, if any, preconceived ideas about Kai or Damon’s love interests before reading, though I did have a small one for Emory. Besides that, I tend not to hold on too tightly to ideas that I had before reading. I’m pretty open to new developments. It’s the headcanons I develop after reading that I hold tightly to.

For Winter specifically, I wouldn’t want to change her character entirely. I never had a problem with Damon’s love interest being sweet and soft. Fun fact: one of my favorite scenes in the entire series is in Nightfall, when on the train, Emory spies Winter and Damon in the kitchen. To me, that is the core of what they are and I truly love the scene as I see it in my head.

What I want for Winter is to have storylines apart from Damon that matter. Winter’s character and story is wrapped up in what Damon needs for his arc, and everything she does is to move his story forward. While Damon gets redemption, healing from trauma, becoming a father, finding a purpose, Winter’s story is all about how she fails to avoid falling in love with Damon.

We don’t get much insight to her relationship with her family apart from how her mother and sister see Damon as their savior despite what he did to Winter.

We don’t understand what drives Winter to do anything. Winter doesn’t even really seem to know herself for most of the book. Which is fine because she’s young, but her story isn’t really about finding herself either. It’s about accepting that she loves Damon despite it all.

Even Winter's dancing is still ultimately about Damon.

It's interesting, because you'd think Banks would suffer the most from this, since she likely didn't exist when Corrupt was being written. She was literally created to be Kai's love interest, but because she has storylines that are separate from Kai, she feels like a more developed character. Emory, too, while created in Corrupt, but likely developed later on, has things going for her that are separate from Will, which gives her more roundedness.

To summarize, I don’t think Winter needs to be a different person. There's no reason to make her completely different. I want to care about Winter’s story. However, because all of her storylines are actually about Damon, I care about him but I have no reasons to care about her. Which is unfortunate. But this is a me thing, though I know I’m not the only one who feels this way. I’d love to hear from someone who does see Winter as her own character and is willing to share their love for her. I’m open to other’s interpretation.

I hope that answered your question? I mean, probably not really. I guess I hope the explanation of what I mean was good enough.

-KO

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✮ uncover my love

౨ৎ aventurine x reader. fluff, gn!reader, aventurine is kinda annoying (affectionate) here — wc: 335

notes. i love aventurine did you guys know that

"aven... what are all these?"

that was the first thing you said when you arrived home. the kitchen table was full of bags, and you notice that some of them were either filled with snacks or what looks like items.

"surprise, love!" aventurine's head pokes out from who knows where. "do you like the things i bought you?"

"these are all for me? aven, i thought i told you to stop spending your money on useless things!" you sighed, shaking your head. "i told you to stop buying things for me, didn't i?"

"but they're not useless! look at this stuffed animal. looks just like you, right?" he lifts the bunny up to his face and shows it to you. "see?"

"there is nothing similar with me and the bunny! what are you implying?" you asked, patiently waiting for him to answer.

"it's because you two are cute!" aventurine exclaims, poking his head out from the side of the doll. "the bunny is cute, and so are you."

you let out a sound of embarrassment, placing your hand on your head, shaking your head. "you are so insufferable."

"it’s not my fault you’re so cute, now is it?" aventurine teases, poking your shoulder. he gently places the doll in your hands, quickly avoiding the slap you were about to give him. "what was that for?!"

"for being an annoying little shit." you deadpanned, throwing the bunny at his face. aventurine swiftly catches it, a small pout on his face.

"why would you throw this cute bunny for? she doesn't deserve it," aventurine dramatically says in a sad tone, hugging the bunny tight in his arms. "don't mind them, they're just being moody that's all." he pokes the bunny's nose and you cringed at the sight of it.

"never do that in front of me ever again, aven." you pointed out, walking away from the kitchen.

"ah- baby wait!" aventurine drops the bunny on the kitchen table, promptly chasing after you — most likely for cuddles.

[imnameimswrld]

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— DESCRIPTION ੭ alex's twin sister has had the hots for a certain blue eyed ferarri driver, and it's finally time to stake her claim on him.

— PAIRING ੭ charles x albon!reader.

— FILE ੭ social media au.

— WARNINGS ੭ language.

— FACE CLAIM ੭ tontawan tantivejakul.

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lilymhe replied to alex_albon story !

stop being mean to ur sister alexander.

landonorris replied to alex_albon story !

oh, so that's how it is ? golfing without me now ? okay. cool.

pierregasly relied to your story !

wooaahh, what's with the heart there girl ? trying to steal my man or something ?

get in line gasly, this boy is mine.

user replied to your story !

THE HEART MISS MA'AM !!?!?!?

THE BETTER TWIN

so golfing was fun guys !

we should totes do it again sometimes 😄

STUPID STINKY COPY & PASTE

why ?

so you can just stand there like a flag pole and flirt with charles the whole time ?

THE BETTER TWIN

exactly ! 😁

LILY MOMMY

AND SHE LOOKED DAMN HOT DOIN' IT TOO.

STUPID STINKY COPY & PASTE

i-

it's always 2 against 1 here.

LILY MOMMY

you'll get used to it hun 💋

THE BETTER TWIN

eewwww no being lovey dovey in the gc allowed.

brb guys, gonna go text my man's

STUPID STINKY COPY & PASTE

HE IS NOT UR-

oh forget it, ur hopeless.

FUTURE BF

hey y/n !

it's charles here, lily sent me ur number I hope that's cool with you ?

HIS FUTURE GF

hey charles !

yes ofc omg 😊

FUTURE BF

I think I grabbed ur golf set by accident haha 😅

HIS FUTURE GF

oh no problem !

you can give it back tonight at 8pm, at reagan's diner, and wearing ur finest suit because it is a 3 star restaurant.

FUTURE BF

I...

...uhm....

...huh ?

are u... asking me out ?

HIS FUTURE GF

did I stuttter, charles ?

no ?

so 8pm, sharp. those are my favourite golf clubs that i never use, so i'd like them back.

are we clear ?

FUTURE BF.

yes ma'am.

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WHAT

CHARLES

ARE. U. INSANE.

SHE'S CRAZY !?

but she's miiiinnnneeee 😁

maxverstappen1 replied to charles_leclerc story !

so, what did you do ? huh ?

because how does a total dope like urself, bag a 20 like yn ?

ahh, come on max :\

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YAAASSSS QUUEEENNN

GET UR MANS

YOU KNOW IT 😝

user replied to your story !

my wife... had been stolen from me....

user replied to your story !

NO COME BACK TO ME YN 😭

charles_leclerc replied to your story !

how am I going to get people to believe that u wanted me first ?

u won't 🤭

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▹ yn_albon not u logs u know i love ya !

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lilymhe as the girlfriend I shouldn't click a like on this post but...

▹ alex_albon but ? BUT !?

▹ yn_albon love ya too lils baby 🎀

maxverstappen1 the real mic drop is alex thinking that YN ALBON couldn't pull a kid like charles.

▹ charles_leclerc I want to take offense but I can't, because ur very much right.

▹ user HOL' ON- alex thought YN MOTHER ALBON couldn't pull any man of her choosing !? 😭

▹ yn_albon aw, thanks maxie !

alex_albon just say u all hate me and call it a day.

▹ yn_albon quit being dramatic lex and answer mum's ft before she beats ur ass with the wooden spoon again.

user so no one's gonna talk abt slide 3 ? NO ONE !? HELLO !? 😭

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imnameimswrld OOHOOO BACK AGAIN ??? hiii lovelies, I hope you're all doing well ! college is trying so hard to kick my ass but i am hanging in there (just barely lol)... but I hope you enjoyed this one, I'm switching up the look of my stuff coz I hate the old look :)

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#335

“Hey Jay!  Heather is not here.  She’s with her mother shopping for a dress for her cousin’s wedding.  She’ll be gone for the day….  Where are you going?...  No, no.  Have a seat.  There’s a beer in the cooler behind you.  You have any place to be?...  Good.  Kick back.  We need to have a talk….

“You have been Heather’s friend since high school.  You have helped her with her schooling, and I’m appreciative.  You are the only boy we ever allowed her to be alone with in her room.  Look, we know you are cock sucking fag, so she’s not going to be taken advantage.  Besides, her room is adjacent to my bathroom, and I can hear things at time.  All you two do is giggle when you are together.  Fine.

“But recently she’s been feeling awkward having you here.  Last week she asked me to wear clothes that don’t produce a bulge.  It was weird for her and me.  I asked her why, and she said that her fag friend can’t stop asking her about it.  I told her that I would talk to you directly, man to man.  Haha.  Right.  She arranged for you to come here while she’s off with my wife.  Don’t worry my wife doesn’t know.

“You look shocked, like a deer in headlights.  I don’t even need to ask you if it’s true.  I can see it in your face, especially the fact that you haven’t stopped staring at it since you got here. 

“You ain’t the first fag that has been transfixed by my dick.  I’ve dealt with this all my life, in the gym, at the beach… hell anywhere.  This has got to stop.  Seriously, I do not want my daughter feeling weird over my dick.  Going forward, shut the fuck up about it.  I don’t want to have this conversation with you again.  You got that?  Are we good?...  Speak!...  Good. 

“It’s settled.  I’m glad we could have this talk and that we have an understanding….  Where are you going?  Sit your faggot ass back down.  We are not done. 

“I want to know what questions you asked her.  What information did you need to know?...  Again, you are at a loss for words.  Well, the one questions I overheard you ask from my bathroom was how big I am.  Let me tell you, I am eight and a half inches long, by eight inches around.  It’s very fat.  Right now, it’s very soft, nestled in my heavy ball sack. 

“What’s your next question?  You have to have more….  SPEAK!...  Haha.  Thought you would respond to a command from authority….  I am uncut…. 

“Next question?...  I saw that.  I saw you lick your lips.  If your next question, ‘Can I see it?’  The answer will be ‘No.’ 

“I have questions of my own.  Depending how you answer them, I may show you my hog.  How long have you been a faggot?...  It appears you don’t like me using that word.  I can read your face like a book.  No self-respecting gay man would ask a daughter about her father’s cock, but a faggot would.  So, you’ve known for your life?  Thought so.

“How tiny is your wang?  Look, next to me, every pecker is tiny.  But you show no bulge, so even compared to average men, I bet you are smaller than them….  Five inches?  I got to see this.  Take off your clothes.  You see me wearing only a swimsuit.  If we are going to be comparing dick sizes, you need to be dressed the same, or less.

“Thought that would get your attention….  Omg.  That’s not the smallest cock I have ever seen, but it is small.  You’re a bottom, so what’s the point to your prick?  Look, I have always attracted the eyes of faggots all my life.  Hell, I show a bulge in shorts, and they swarm me. 

“Now that you are naked, kneel between my legs.  Grope me.  There you go faggot.  I’m giving you jack off material for years to come.

“I know the minds of faggots like you.  I’ve used them all my life.  Most women can’t handle my dick; they don’t know what to do.  A faggot does.  Do you know how to handle a cock this size? 

“Oh you say that now.  Let me say this.  If your mouth can’t handle it, your cunt will.  I will get rough if I need to.  I am not going to go through all the trouble to settle for a hand job.  You know I am fucking huge.  This is the time to back out….  OK!  I want you to say that you know that after this point you cannot back out…. 

“Good.  Pull down my swimsuit for me….  Told you it was fucking huge.  Stick it in your mouth and go to the root faggot while it is still soft.  Struggle to take it.  Fuck!  This is so not working.  Let’s go into the workshop in the garage.  Your cunt is going to take over for your mouth.  Bring my swimsuit.

“It’s over here.  Bend over the workbench with your cunt in the air.  Put your hands behind your back….  There!  Didn’t expect that hunh?  Bitch I grew up on a ranch.  I did rodeo.  I know how to quicky tie up limbs….  Your legs too.  Now that hole is perfect for a solid pounding. 

“Open your mouth.  My swimsuit will muffle any screams.  I didn’t go for a swim yet.  So you should be tasting my all day leak.  I have been thinking all day about raping your cunt.  Yeah, I had this planned out.  Knowing your obsession with my cock, it was inevitable. 

“Feel the weight of it.  It’s not just heavy, it’s mammoth.  As I lie on your back, my weight will hold you in place.  Lift your head…. 

“With my arm sliding under your neck, let me tell you your predicament.  You are bound in place with a two hundred forty-pound man lying on top of you.  You are not going anywhere.  You have committed to taking my very fat cock in your cunt.  It’s going to fucking hurt.  Hell, it’s going to destroy you.  If you resist too much, my bicep and forearm will constrict around your neck to the point of you losing consciousness.  When that happens, your hole will open up really good.  I would still keep fucking. 

“I would prefer to keep you aware and awake as I want to hear your muffled screams.  I want to hear your suffering.  With my wife and daughter gone for the day, I will be able to rape this hole over and over and over and then send you home with one hell of a gape.  And if you are like any other faggot I have cunted, you will be back for more.

“As you can feel, I am now rock hard with my piss slit lined up with your cunt hole.  You ready?  If not, I don’t care.  It’s coming in…  NOW!  Scream faggot scream!”

[laufire]

with that episode I'm thinking again about talia and (im)mortality, and how it's changed over the years. recently I read batman #334-335 (part of the arc that starts with dick leaving the house because bruce is too ~blind to see that talia is bad news!!). in those comics, talia is visibly aging, and ra's lords some kind of elixir (not the pit, something else) over her, using it to keep her young and raising questions about her longevity. and in #335 specifically he puts her inside a lazarus pit very briefly after she's been shot.

although with talia there's not really as much of a distinction between pre and post-crisis continuity, I consider this canon for "pre-crisis" talia but not post-crisis, because my favourite piece speaking on the matter is "batman: the chalice."

in it, ra's wants to take arthur's holy grail (yeah, that chalice) from bruce, to confer immortality to talia so she can be his "little girl forever." bruce asks the right question: is that what she wants? and ra's answers ilke ra's would: she is ever obedient to my wishes.

talia arrives (with a well-timed array of bullets), and when ra's talks about giving the grail to her as a gift, her words are "I would spit [that gift] in your face, father. I would die for you, but I will not become immortal for you." she asks him to let her live each day as a precious one, without dreading each morning "as an endless progression." but the most important part to me is what she says between those two lines.

That is a choice I will not allow you to make for me. Having lived my life in your company, the prospect of eternal life is not the attraction for me it might be for another.

an obvious reading would be that she's seen him suffering as an immortal being, and rejects that for herself. but my personal take is that, for talia? death is an escape from ra's. certainly something to look forward to, when she considers the alternative: an eternity where she remains under his thumb, at his beck and call, where as we've seen in other comics ("red hood: the lost days" being one of my favourite examples so far), she struggles to find parcels of her life to keep away from his control.

I mean, compare it to how he lords it over her pre-crisis (and although I prefer to imagine current talia as being exactly the age she's supposed to be, you could easily fuse both of them by having her know from experience what that control entails). or with what he does with her now-immortal body in batman beyond.

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 374. brb x oc

a/n: so sorry for the slow smut, lol im just having weird issues with tumblr (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

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He cracks his knuckles as he waits, rubbing his wedding band over and over out of nervousness. He was far from Bea now, he still had some time until his name was called but he had to…calm himself.

He inhales, looks out the door that shows the outside and his eyes lock on Beatrice’s head as she swivels it around in hopes to see him. She doesn’t, and Nicole notices her mother’s antics, choosing to do the same by climbing on her lap. 

Part of him still can’t wrap his head around…well…everything.

Beatrice was…the most amazing woman ever. Honestly, if someone ever told him what was his favorite thing about her he’d just say her whole self as an answer. Then the kids, fuck,he’s a father of three kids. Normally,if you were in the Military you’d have kids earlier because,well,you don’t know.

He counts himself so lucky to be able to have his kids after accomplishing so much.

His heart is full and his whole self is happy. What is it that Bea says? That his smile makes little wrinkles form on the corner of his eyes, like he’s the cartoon of a smiling sun. And fuck he feels like it a lot.

Rooster did so much, he achieved so much and yet his mind can’t handle the whole process. Yes,he’s happy with his promotion, yes he’s happy with his life. But…he was an angry young man for many years and he is working in his therapy sessions on how to make the child inside of him stop being so angry all the time.

Dr.Paulson asked once what made Rooster happy…and all he could think was his family. He has a loving family and loving friends he considers just as family. Hell,the Schiavoni’s too. They took him in seconds and he had to admit, it felt so good. Beatrice’s family was great, they made him feel at peace and welcome.

Maybe he should reach out to his aunt and uncle.

It’s been so long.

He…well,he never really had a close relationship with them but he could try right? This new step in his life is important and he knows a lot more will come…he had most of his father’s family here - in a way if you consider his family was the Navy and Mav.

Why couldn’t he have his mom’s?

He tried to remember if his aunt and uncle were ever against him joining the Navy and honestly, he couldn’t recall a point where it happened. He holds his clasped wrists in front of his navel, feeling the cold belt buckle touching the inside of his hand as he purses his lips.

Yeah, it’d be nice.

The kids would love it, the more the merrier…and,they were his mom’s siblings. They’d like to know about it,right?

But the fear of rejection still gnawed at him, the scars of his tumultuous upbringing still fresh in his mind. He couldn't help but wonder if his aunt and uncle would even want to hear from him, if they would be willing to forgive the mistakes of his youth.

But then he remembered Beatrice's words, her unwavering faith in him giving him the courage to face his fears head-on. 

She had always believed in him, even when he struggled to believe in himself.

 And now, as he sat there on the brink of a new chapter in his life, Rooster knew that he couldn't let his fears hold him back any longer.

He would reach out to his aunt and uncle, no matter how daunting it seemed. He would confront the ghosts of his past and lay them to rest, once and for all. He knows it’s the right thing to do, his mom would want that.

The murmurs of conversation ebbed and flowed around him, but Rooster's focus remained fixed on the stage, where the ceremony would soon take place. And his name was finally called.

Suddenly, a hush fell over the room as the Admiral stepped forward, his imposing figure commanding attention. Rooster's heart pounded in his chest as he watched Vice-Admiral Simpson approach the podium, his stomach churning with nervous anticipation.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the Admiral's booming voice echoed through the room, "It is my honor to announce the promotion of Lieutenant Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw."

As the Admiral spoke, all eyes turned to Rooster, who felt a rush of adrenaline course through him. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he prepared to step forward.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw, please come forward," the Admiral called out, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

Rooster's heart raced as he made his way to the stage, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. He could feel the weight of all eyes on him as he approached the podium, his palms sweating with nervousness.

His eyes immediately met Bea’s and she offered him a smile and a thumbs up, one that Nicole followed, giving him a thumbs up as well.

As Rooster ascended the stage, he stood tall and confident, his chest swelling with pride as he reached the podium.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw," the Admiral's voice boomed, "For your exemplary service and unwavering commitment to duty, it is my privilege to promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Commander."

The words echoed in Rooster's ears, sending a thrill of excitement through his veins. Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw. It had a nice ring to it, really nice. The whole room erupted in cheers and clapping, so much he almost couldn’t hear his own steps.

He stepped forward to receive his new rank insignia,he bit back the inside of his lower lip, inhaling shakily as the vice-admiral approached him. 

“Bradshaw.”

“Sir.”

Cyclone pinned the new rank insignia to his uniform, and Rooster let out a shaky breath he had no idea he was holding. “...thank you sir.” he whispers before Cyclone stepped back.

“...thank you,Bradley.” he then gestures ahead, “Now, your speech,son.”

His brown irises moved to the podium, his heart beating to hard he felt his whole body hurt.. Taking a deep breath, Rooster cleared his throat and began to speak. His voice was steady, his words measured as he addressed the gathered crowd.

"Thank you, Vice-Admiral Simpson, for this incredible honor," Rooster began, his voice carrying across the room. "I…am truly humbled and grateful to be promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Commander. It is a privilege to serve alongside such dedicated men and women in the Navy,”

“Woohoo!” Coyote shouts from the back and laughter erupts for a brief second into the room “And I am honored to continue my service in this new capacity."

He smiles, licking his lips before continuing. He pauses, tapping his coat only to see that his speech…was nowhere to be found. Alright. No panic…wing it.

Trust your gut.

"I…” he laughs softly, “I’ll admit I had a three pages speech planned, but I think no one here would want to stay that long,right?’ more soft laughter “...I…hm…” he taps the podium with his fingers, “I.. have so much to say, but I’ll make it…as short as possible.”

He licks his lips, then closes his eyes before continuing

"I want to take a moment to thank all of you for being here today," Rooster began, his voice steady as he addressed the crowd. "Your support means the world to me, and I am truly honored to have the opportunity to serve alongside each and every one of you." he smiles at the dagger squad, who just cheered him silently.

He paused, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before continuing. "I also want to express my deepest gratitude to my family," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "Without their love and support, I would not be standing here today." he smiles at Mav and Bea, “But…especially…to my wife.”

She smiles softly at him, one hand coming up to her lips.

“...without her.” he continues, not looking away, “Nothing of this would be possible. Nothing at all.” 

As Rooster continued his speech, he felt a surge of emotion welling up inside him. The words flowed from his heart, and Bea’s eyes filled with tears.

"She has been  my guiding light through all this," Rooster continued, his voice soft but filled with conviction. "Her support and unconditional love have carried me through the toughest of times, and I am eternally grateful for her presence in my life."

Beatrice's eyes shimmered with tears of pride as she listened to Rooster's heartfelt words. Her heart swelled with love for him,and she tried - and failed - to hold some of the tears back.

“...I also,” he clears his throat, “I’m almost done,I promise,” he chuckles in hopes to calm his own tears down. He pauses…then ducks his chin to his neck, clenching the podium with both hands and looking up in time to sniffle quietly, “...I also…also want to…thank my parents. As…as some of you know, they aren’t here- couldn’t be here, unfortunately.” he rolls his tongue inside his mouth, “But,without them I wouldn’t be here.”

 "And to my dad," Rooster continued, his voice thick with emotion, "I hope I'm making you proud up there. I miss you every day, but I carry your memory with me in everything I do."

Tears welled up in Rooster's eyes as he spoke, his emotions raw and unfiltered. He glanced over at Beatrice, her eyes shining with tears of her own, but she nodded for him to go on.”

"And to my mom," Rooster added, his voice catching in his throat, "Thank you for your love and sacrifice. You've always been my biggest cheerleader, and I wouldn't be here without you."

Rooster's words hung in the air, the weight of his emotions palpable as he spoke.

"Finally," Rooster said, his voice firm with resolve, "I want to thank my fellow service members. You are the backbone of our Navy, the unsung heroes who work tirelessly to keep everyone safe. It is an honor to serve alongside each and every one of you, and I am proud to call you my brothers and sisters in arms."

A round of applause filled the room as Rooster finished his speech, the sound echoing off the walls in a chorus of support and admiration. He stepped back from the podium, his heart pounding with emotion as he took in the faces of the crowd.

He sniffles, quickly wiping his eyes as he made his way back to his seat.He had poured his heart out to the people who mattered most to him, and he hoped he did a good job.

Beatrice gave Nicole to Mav and immediately rushed up to meet him halfway, hugging his torso and letting him bury his head on her neck, “You did so good.” she whispered, rubbing the back of his head, clenching her eyes when he shook,trying to hold his sobs back in the middle of the crowd, “Baby you did so good, so good.”

"Thank you," Rooster whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Beatrice squeezed him tighter, her own emotions bubbling close to the surface. "You were amazing up there," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "I'm so proud of you."

Rooster pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers for reassurance. "Do you really think so?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Beatrice nodded, her eyes shining. "Absolutely," she replied, wiping her own tears quickly. "You spoke from the heart, and everyone could feel the sincerity in your words. You touched so many people today, Roos."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Rooster's lips, a flicker of pride breaking through his lingering self-doubt. "Thank you," he said softly, his gratitude shining in his eyes.

Beatrice reached up to brush away a stray tear that trailed down Rooster's cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring. "You don't have to thank me," she said with a small smile. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Rooster's smile widened at Beatrice's words, a rush of warmth flooding his chest. He leaned in to press a tender kiss to her forehead, his heart overflowing with love for her. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he murmured.

Beatrice returned the kiss with equal tenderness, her heart swelling with affection. "You'll never have to find out," she whispered, her voice soft but firm. “Come on, let us sit down, yeah?”

Rooster nodded, holding her hand as she guided them back to their table. Nicole bounced on Mav’s legs, reaching for her father, “Dada!”

Nicole's enthusiastic cries of "Dada!" brought a smile to Rooster's face, his heart swelling at the sight of his daughter reaching out for him. He scooped her up into his arms, planting a kiss on her cheek as she giggled with delight.

"Dada, abuhehu good!" Nicole exclaimed, her eyes shining with adoration. 

Cue to her wet kiss on his cheek.

Rooster's heart melted at Nicole's words, his chest swelling with love for his daughter. "Thank you, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing another kiss to her forehead. "I’m so glad you think so.” he looks over at the twins who were now wide awake inside their strollers

“Well,” he begins, “...the night just began,right?”

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 335: A Saturday at Melissa's, p10 (8pm, Dr. J)

“Oh good you’ve got him out of his wet stuff. Laundry going. Is he still sleeping?” I heard someone ask.

“No…he’s just waking up…”

“Ooo he’s shivering,” said someone else, “Get him off that cold floor.”

…

It had taken me a few minutes to start to come to. I’d begun to drift back to some form of consciousness, laying there on the tile floor of the laundry room, downstairs in the house. Immediately I was chilly. What had happened? Last I’d remembered I’d been…what? Swimming in the pool, I think, with the girls. Melissa had come home, right? Had I been in the hot tub? Wow…what was wrong with me? My hair was still sort of wet, and a beautiful girl in a black bikini knelt on the floor alongside me.

“Your boxers are in the dryer, sweetie,” it was told to me, as I was obviously confused as to why I was wearing…nothing? Someone had stood me up, supporting me from behind. My cock swung between my legs, and I was nowhere nearly as concerned as I should have been about my nudity among clothed women.

“Let’s get you to the couch…”

Strong perfumes. Really strong. 

Already I’d been moving on my feet, helped to walk by three girls now. They were all so much taller than me, and as I slowly became more aware I could smell that it was Randi, Aubrey, Lakshmi. Did I say ‘smell’? I meant see. Feel. Hear. Taste. I felt thickening, throbbing.

“Someone’s at the door!” someone else called, as I realized I was now in a small crowd, women all around me in the great room. Was Melissa here? 

“Probably delivery,” someone else answered.

I was chilly after swimming, wearing nothing. Bathing suits, still, on most of the girls. New ones had arrived, clothed casually for a Saturday night in amongst friends. My shuffling feet were on dry ground, but my head still swam. I needed to sit down, I needed-

As if aware of my anxieties and needs, the crowd parted. 

“Oh, you're shivering sweetie, come here,” Melissa beckoned from the couch, outstretching her arms to me, “Sit down…”

In that moment I couldn’t imagine doing anything other than what she said, her lap beckoned to me and it was all I could focus on. All eyes in the place were on me, several guiding sets of hands on my back and shoulders, and Melissa’s smile and thick thighs drew me towards her like magnets. She was still in her blue bikini which suddenly became a blur as I was  spun around, to sit on her lap facing outwards. 

Immediately I was pulled, nuzzled in, and embraced with musical approvals from all around me. Struggling to find warmth, I wrapped my arms around the strong arms encircling me, “There we go,” she cooed from behind me, “cuddle back up against the body of the big giant lady.” She giggled, and her enormous breasts squashed into my upper back, warm, and I felt a new wave of perfume settle over me like a blanket, obscuring reality even further from me. Was this a dream? Was I really naked?

“Ooo he looks like a little boy, sitting like that Missy, hugging your arms,” came Josie’s voice. 

“Look at him getting hard again, already…”

“Lakshmi help me warm him up,” I heard Melissa say. I then watched as olive-dark skin, the upper back of one of my medical assistants, closed in on me.The next thing I knew-

Oof.

“You’re too heavy!”

“You’re squashing him Kiki!”

Giggles of laughter. A dark brown girl on my lap, a softly enormous rear, sandwiching me. Sitting next to us, now, someone else. Blonde? I glanced over; I recognized her, and she told me to breathe. Y’know how the smell of chlorine on a warm body can be sexy? I was surrounded by sexy. With the smell of it, mixed with so much perfume, the cooing voices, the warmth of all these bodies and the massive butt wriggling into my lap…the chill from the pool was forgotten. My arms draped across the broad hips of the girl in my lap now and I felt Melissa’s hands in my wet hair, rustling it dry. I groaned. 

The girls laughed again. 

“Do you feel drunk, sweetie?” Melissa asked from behind me, as I admired the supple musculature of Lakshmi’s exposed back, the contrast of her light blue swimsuit against her deep honey skin, “Sorry, but it’s all the perfume. I wanted all the girls to make as much as they could, just for this little while. We want to get you all settled…”

“We to becoming your family…” said the blonde. 

“..we have to protect you…” spoke someone else. 

“…Daddy,” cooed Lakshmi, looking down at me over her shoulder.

Melissa giggled again from behind me, and pulled me tighter in, by the shoulders. If I’d been uncertain of all their intentions before they sat me down, now I no longer needed to wonder. Melissa wanted me surrounded, encased, cocooned. Warmed up and made to feel safe and protected. I now had a new appreciation for how little clothing we all wore - me none at all - as I  felt the back of my legs rub against her thighs and the thinly spongy material of her bikini on my back. Exposed skin - hers, mine, Lakshimi’s, the blonde to our right - was everywhere. It was so comforting, so soft and perfectly smooth. It beckoned me to lean and snuggle back against it, my face now turned and my right cheek in between Lakshmi’s shoulder blades. I breathed her in, my air and oxygen was all them. I felt a dumb, drunken smile on my face. This was all an invitation to be enveloped, one that I was given little choice but to accept. Everytime I leaned forward Melissa’s massive hand would press against my chest, pushing me back against herself.  “Watch your posture, baby,” she told me. 

I mumbled something in assent, and struggled best I could not to rut up into Lakshmi’s massive rear. I asked, I think, what was happening, if I’d blacked out in the pool. I couldn’t really remember what went down, and didn’t really understand what was going on now. The girls laughed me off, many drawing closer in around us. 

“It doesn’t matter too much, does it sweetie?” Melissa purred. 

“We’re all here…”

“Your baby girls…”

“Bikini bunnies…”

“Big boobie breasts…”

I could feel all their perfumes in my nose mouth throat lungs like sweetness permeating me my lungs my blood my heart and my mind. Like gentle hands fingers holding me by my braiin, molding me my will my self. Melissa cooed into my ears, stroking me, and I may, I thinkk, I dunno maybe unnngh just came, up in betweeeen the swells of Lakshmi’s big big big rolling butt as it rubbed me into my own belly. 

Oooooooo came all the voices, and I swear she just got heavier. I shuddered, and collapsed. I nearly fell asleep again, against Lakshmi’s back, Melissa’s breasts behind me. Someone took my hands, drew them around Lakshmi’s waist. 

“I should go, guys…” I heard the blonde to our right say, “it totally like they know someone hungry.”  

I turned, drunkenly, placed my left cheek now against Lakshmi’s back, and saw it was Katarina to our right. Blue bikini, swollen pale breasts that looked  - I must be imagining things -  like I could actually see them filling up, gland lobules, veins pulsing.

“You’ve been drinking wine,” someone said to her, “It’s not like you can save it. Go pump ‘n’ dump.”

Someone was whispering in Katarina’s ear. 

“Sushi!” I then heard someone call.

“Omigod I’m so hungry,” Melissa said from behind me.

“Me too..!”

Mmmms and ahhhhhhs and mmmhmmmms greeted the food as it was taken from bags, as containers were opened, first set on the large coffee table in front of us. 

“Are you hungry sweetie?” she asked. 

Yes but no. Fish? Not really. The girls giggled at my scrunched-up face of disgust. 

The blond Katarina was gone, replaced by another blonde - Katie. Lakshmi was now off my lap and seated alongside to our left. Aubrey was bringing Melissa some food and gently I was laid down, across three laps, so the girls could eat above me. My head was resting on Lakshmi’s big right thigh, most of my torso was across Melissa’s legs, and my own thin legs settled over Katie’s shapely ones.

“You don’t mind if we use you like a plate do you?” Randi asked, as she set down a small container of cucumber rolls on my chest. Another joined it, put on my belly by Aubrey. 

“Shh don’t move,” Josie urged, as she came over with more sushi, “Stay still.”

Before I knew it, the three of them - Josie, Randi and Aubrey - all in swimsuits, were setting up sushi on my body. Some still in trays, but some just bare onto my skin. My chest, my shoulders and hips and legs were all being used as a human platter: maki, nigiri, sashimi. I was covered, head-to-toe in their dinner. If at first they barely registered that my belly was slick in come, that it ran down my flank, it was now pointed out by Lakshmi as she picked up a salmon uramaki and slid it through my stickiness. 

“Eat it,” Josie urged. 

Mmmmmmm came the whole crowd as she did. I shivered, despite myself - and they set on me like hyenas. 

They were using my seed as their sauce, my body as their platter. Rice, fish, vegetables. Chopsticks, fingers. Some girls ate right off me, taking a mouthful with a kiss. I was frozen, paralyzed, perfume-drunk and groggy. My cock was soon in a mouth, inexplicably hard again. Were pictures being taken? Tongues were underneath me, lickings of my skin and sac. 

I looked up, at one point, just to watch Melissa eat. I was erect,  throbbing, sheathed in a mouth. My vision was swimming but Melissa spoke to me gently and casually as she ate, making it a point of swallowing so that I could see her throat muscles working and focus on them as I began to come again, with a moan. I felt vague heat, pleasure, warmth and of course my needs as I watched her swallow. Melissa and the girls having taken control of my consciousness. And even that faded to white as I spurt up into some eager, waiting mouth and drifted into, I think, a nap, laying there, feeling thighs underneath me swell.

I returned, after a bit, even more disoriented. I was the human platter still, spent, hearing someone say that the cat wanted to come in. 

“Oh good, let her in,” Melissa said, “She’s been gone a while.”

And then I passed out 

I woke again and I was being cleaned, soft cloths, warm cloths. They were gently washing me. I was naked, still across three laps, but now I had a thin white towel over my hips. 

“You’re noticing how all the girls are being extra nice, aren’t you?” Melissa asked, as the others looked down at me with indulgent eyes, brown and deep, crisp and blue, a crowd of beautiful women. 

“Y-yes I, uh…”

“Do you like it?”

“I…I do,” I answered. 

Laughter lightly shook my body. And it wasn’t my laughter.

I was being sat up, still on Melissa’s lap, and I was being handed a drink. Soda? Or beer? It had bubbles, and when I looked at it my stomach turned. ‘What´s the matter?’ ‘Is something wrong with your drink?’ ‘Do you want me to go get you a new one, honey?’ ‘Do you want to choose a different type of drink?’

A disapproving cat was on the couch, behind Melissa’s shoulders, slinking about the crowd, eyeing me with disdain. 

Katarina had returned, and blankly I was noticing that she, standing, was in the center of a little group. She held a big, pink mug and was letting others drink from it. Invariably they laughed, or gasped, or nodded when taking their sip, speaking among themselves. Katarina had changed, now in a long robe of soft white terry cloth likely borrowed from the house. She was now being urged towards me. 

I looked up at her, 

“You should try it, Dr. J,” someone called. 

“It’s so good,” said another. 

With that, and with a soft, knowing smile, Katarina crouched down alongside me, where I still lay but was being propped up by Lakshmi. I gaped at her large breasts through the open front of her robe. The big pink mug, which read something across it and was also a likely fixture of Melissa’s mother’s home, was being offered to me. “Drink up,” I heard Melissa encourage from above and once again I felt compelled to comply, feeling like there was nothing else I would rather do.

The mug was at my lips, and I was drinking milk, warm milk. It was sweet with oligosaccharides, globular fats and lactose. A particular glycome, and it was-

“Oooo look at your little milk mustache!”

“Katarina he’s got you all over him”

So good…tastes good

Drink more.

“Omigod he likes it!” Josie sang, and as the mug was pulled from my lips I looked up and saw Shanette and Melissa sharing a secret glance…

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First DLC Playthrough Thoughts

It's awesome. Amazing. More of Elden Ring and often the best of it all. The world is epic in every way and all I could ask for. Wild bosses and creature designs galore, crazy puzzles and dungeons like the best of my favorite Zeldae, creepy lore surprises and so on.

I spent about 40 hours doing most of the stuff there was to do, including 9/10 of the main bosses and a few of the dragons (not the big one yet). It took about 80 hours to 100% the main game so I would really say this is about half its size if not even slightly more.

The difficulty was very high. I have most of the shadow blessings and played the DLC from level 335-345. I am not great at FromSoft as my reflexes are fairly slow, so I usually grind high to levels to compensate. I did so here and had only a few truly frustrating moments, all of which I came back to later. Only a couple puzzles required going online and those look-ups were justified when I realized how absolutely impossible to guess the solutions were.

I have yet to collect of a few trinkets and defeat the hardest 2 bosses, and will likely do so later on. Also never defeated any flame baskets. I should note I have never beat Manus or the Orphan of Kos, so I've never actually finished a FromSoft DLC. I think someday I will do this one, but for now it wouldn't be too fun so I'm stopping for a while with the memory of an absolute joy of gaming and not pushing it.

I have no real negative criticisms. It has fewer really nasty frustrations and impossibilities than even the main game, and though I'd like to have learned more about a couple non-present characters, the lore they added was epic there's no real complaint beyond personal taste.

Looking forward to the videos and lore discussions and returning to the game once I know of more stuff to do and try. Always happy to talk about it with anyone, answer questions, and give subtle hints about stuff if people want that instead of looking stuff up.

Enjoy your playthroughs!

[geowrites03]

An ounce of regret

Teen Titans!Dick Grayson x Wilson!Reader

I FINALLY MADE A PART TWO TO SLADE’S DAUGHTER!

Part 2 of Slade’s Daughter

Summary: While looking for her father y/n gets caught by some of her mothers henchmen. Now the Titans and Slade have to work together to get her back.

Robin’s POV~

It’s been 336 hours, two weeks, since y/n and i fought. 335 hours since she left for good and destroyed all my information on finding her father. 334 hours and 40 minutes since the Titans found out. 334 hours and 20 minutes since we all lashed out at each other. 333 since we all decided to calm down and talk it through. And 332 hours and 35 minutes since we came to the conclusion of disbanding.

The Titans were already treading on thin ice with each other for some weird reasons nobody could really remember. Guess y/n leaving was finally the straw that broke the camels back, the thing to make the whole team collapse. She was the glue holding this team together, without her? We all fall apart.

I wish I could take back some- no, all of the words I said to her. I feel terrible and I just want her back in my arms and back with the team, eating victory pizza, or playing video games and getting interrupted by villains terrorising Jump City.

I hate the reason I even got petty and started the fight. All because she wants her fathers tracker back in her arm so he can protect her. I should have just put it back in without being an asshole, I know her farther can protect her better than me, but I let my pride and ego get in the way.

I’ve been trying to get ahold of the trackers coordinates, at least to see if she was somewhere safe, but it seems that Slade must have encrypted it somehow. Either that or something terribly bad has happened to her. I couldn’t imagine her being in any serious trouble, in need of help, and I can barely do anything.

The security system went off as the tower’s main computer received a call. I pressed the answer button.

“Slade…”

“Hello, Robin. It’s been awhile.”

“Where’s y/n? Why isn’t her tracker working?”

“That’s what I called for. Y/n’s seems to have been destroyed. I think her mother has her.”

“Then why haven’t you done anything!?”

“Because, as much as I hate to say this… I will need the Titans’ help. Her mother has requested help from Red X, and now they’re working together.”

“I’ll get the others. When are we going to save her?”

“Meet me at this location in one hour.”

He sent the coordinates and I forwarded them to the Titans, explaining that we need to help get y/n back.

~

We all met at the location that was sent out. The Titans didn’t seem like talking to me, but Raven asked what we were going to do to get her back. I didn’t tell the about Slade yet so they were all shocked when cut my answer off as appeared from the shadows.

“We need to infiltrate m/n’s base.” He continued to explain the plan to us as we were scouting out the base from our hiding spot across the road from the base.

~

Our plan of sneaking in and quietly taking y/n without minimal fighting guards had failed so far. Beast Boy and Cyborg high-fived too loud when we got to the room that y/n tied up on a chair in.

The high-five alerted all of the guards and they were closing in around us. We all started fighting, I quickly knocked out someone as a different person caught my attention.

Red X came running toward me and tackled me to the ground. I punched his nose and kicked him off of me. We both immediately got back up and continued fighting. Luckily for us his gadgets weren’t working because he is out of the power supply for them.

With one last uppercut he fell to the ground and my sight locks in on y/n. I rush over to her side to untie her but my hands went through her and her body started glitching. It’s a hologram.

y/n’s POV~

I readied my bow and aimed at Robin I then signaled to RedX that I was locked on Robin and ready to take the shot. He jumped down to the rest of the Titans ready to attack but a sword pierced his torso.

Since when was my dad willing to work with the Titans? I gasp and accidentally fired my bow, the arrow going through Robins shoulder. Shit! I quickly ran into another room and threw my bow on the ground in frustration.

A figure came through another door with their arms crossed, she shook her head and spoke, “I’m disappointed, you had the shot on him, on the boy who hurt you, why did you miss. If you were truly my daughter you wouldn’t have missed.”

“No, no. Please I’m still your daughter, let me make it up to you. Please. Don’t stop being my mother. I need you to be here, what can I do to make it up to you?” She looked at me with disgust.

“You can stop whining like a little bitch for starters. Look how desperate not having a mother made you, you’ll do anything just for me not to abandon you again.” She chuckled and threw a knife at my head.

I dodged the knife and caught it, I threw it to the other side of the room as she got into a fighting stance. l didn’t want to fight, I got into a defensive stance. She swung at my face but I blocked it, she then tried to kick my legs out from underneath me but I blocked that too.

“Mother, please. Stop!” She punched my eye then kicked my ankle. I let out a loud scream as she stabbed me in the stomach. She pulled out the knife and pushed me to the ground as the door got kicked down.

“Don’t you dare hurt my daughter.” My father was the first to enter the room and lunge at my mother. The Titans were in fighting positions ready to assist, besides Robin who instantly ran to me and kneeled at my side.

“Y/n, hey, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry my love.” He ripped off a bit of his cape and held it on my stab wound. He wrapped his other arm around my shoulders. “I am so sorry. I wish I could take back what I said. I’m sorry I love you so much.” He kissed my cheek and I smiled up at him.

I went to apologise for the things I said but he shushed me. “Save your energy.” I looked down and saw that I had lost a fair bit of blood, a puddle on the ground where I was laying and on Robin’s suit. His green glove had almost completely turned red, I let out a really faint chuckle.

“Hey, stay with me now.” My vision was darkening and he looked into my eyes. I smiled up at him as my vision fully clouded into black.

~

I woke up later in my father’s safe-house. I was in the med room and he was checking my vitals next to me.

“Thankfully, you are my daughter, so you healed rather quickly. I’m glad you okay.” He gave me a hug. “The Titans are at the tower if you want to go now.”

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t you want me at a closer distance now?”

“I trust you’ll be safe with them. Mainly Robin.”

~

I walk out of the elevator in the tower and immediately greeted by hugs and warm welcomes. I look at Robin and smile, a tear ran down my cheek and he wiped it with his thumb. He kissed me on the lips, disgusted sounds came from the other Titans as well all walked to the large sofa.

[away-ward]

I'm so curious about your favourite books (dark romance and otherwise) outside of the devils night series? Are there any other dark romance series that have stood out to you like devil's night? Any standalone that you liked?

Hey!! I wish I had something for you. A long list of recs that we all lose our minds over. That’s the best part of reading and fandoms, I think. Unfortunately, I don’t.  

Devil’s Night caught me at a weird time, when I was going through something. I read a lot of dark romance fanfic when I was an unsupervised teenager with unlimited internet access, and sort of got over it after a while. After I finished DN and still had time left on my KU subscription, I tore through a bunch of what was offered. None of it sticks out now, and it’s been a few years since then.

But for you, I went through my old kindle account. These are in no particular order, just as I found familiar names that I've read various series/books from:

Monica Murphy LJ Shen S. Massery Elle Kennedy Saffron A. Kent Callie Hart Sav R. Miller Selena

There's probably a few others that I didn't find, and several authors that I tried but ultimately didn't like anything I picked up enough to finish. I hope that helps, however vague it is.

There is one series that still comes back to me from that time, other than DN. I’ve spoken about it before, but it’s the Crown Pointe series. I would technically call it a dark romance, because of it’s tropes, but I know much darker things are published daily on KU.

Heartless Hero and Stolen Soulmate are great, and I honestly wish that DN’s writing and plot development were similar to Crown Pointe. CP, in general, uses its pages and time to serve the plot and characters better than DN. In CP, after every interaction between the main characters, I knew something had changed or progressed in some way. Even the sex served to change the dynamics between the characters, either to the reader or the characters, which made it feel more useful to the story, than just shoved in because it’s what’s expected.

(as a bonus point, the couple in Stolen Soulmate is interracial. I know some people were complaining about that with DN.)

The thing that CP lacks that DN has is an interesting cast of characters. I like the main characters for each book well enough. There were some minor characters I would like to get to know better. There were plans for those characters to get their own books, but they were never published for some reason. As you can probably tell, because my conversations about DN usually circle around character relationships and dynamics, interesting characters and plot are more important to me than the overall romance.

I’m currently reading A Walk to Remember. A friend said that the ending is different than the movie. I think it’s probably just their interpretation. Still, I’m reading to find out if I feel the same. So far, I much prefer the movie to the book. The updated setting, the changes made to the characters, and how they interact and progress are more engaging and, honestly, make more sense. As it is, the movie took the basic premise and characters names. But we’ll see. Maybe my thoughts will change. It’s my first Nicolas Sparks and I think it’ll probably be my last.

A few weeks ago, I finished a re-read of Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. I was once again struck by how successfully the author was able to convince me of the close, lifelong friendship between the four girls, while keeping the focus on Vivi, and her eldest daughter, Sidda, front and center. The movie doesn’t do it justice. Last year sometime, an anon that went by Z asked for stories that featured female friendships, and I still hold this one up as a good example.

Below is a scene that made me want to read the first time the horsemen were arrested. Was Will excited? Kai stressed? Damon annoyed? Did their dad's fight in the Thunder Bay police station lobby? Was Martin just a baby cop?? Give me all the moments.

But I'm also really fond of this scene on its own.

Don’t know what I am going to read next. I’ve debated before about whether I should post more about what I’m reading or watching. I know that the followers I have are here for DN stuff, though I never meant to limit it to that. As the DN fandom goes quiet on tumblr, I question whether it’s a good time to archive this blog, and leave it as it is. I’d keep it active, but only as a collection of Devil’s Night stuff. Or if I should divert to other topics as I go.

Since you’re following for a reason, I’ll ask you. Keep in mind, if I really wanted to spend the time building a new blog for what I'm reading, I would. It's not a huge deal.

Thanks for reading this far. I know it went way of track, as I usually do. I love talking, after all.

And I appreciate the question, even if my answer isn't much of an answer.

[tmf-confessions]

The amount of media illiteracy in the confessions and the fandom as a whole is insane

Like some of you are clearly 12 and it's very obvious

"zOeY iS bAD cUz sHE pOsTEd tHe rECoRdiNG"

And you need to get off the Internet and pick up a book or start studying the languages you're taught at school or some shit jesus christ-

confession #335

my 8 year old ass answering this ask be like:

[gintama-polls]

One last call for nominations for the next long tournament, a favorite episode tourney.

Under the cut is the current list of entries, taken from the Gintama THE FINAL-related survey. If there's an episode not in the list below that you want included, feel free to nominate it using the above form by this Saturday, the 20th.

Entries:

1: You bastards!! Do you even have a silver soul?

3: Nobody with Naturally Wavy Hair Can Be That Bad9: Fighting should be done properly

20: Beware of conveyor belt

25: The hot-pot is a microcosm of life

32: Life Moves on like a Conveyor Belt

38: Only Children Play in the Snow

48: The More You're Alike, the More You Fight

61: On a Moonless Night, Insects Are Drawn to the Light

65: Youngsters learn the value of life from rhinoceros beetles

77: Yesterday's Enemy, After All Is Said And Done, Is Still The Enemy

87: Perform A German Suplex On A Woman Who Asks If She Or The Job Is More Important

99: Life And Video Games Are Full Of Bugs

103: There's A Thin Line Between Strengths And Weaknesses

105: It's All About The Beat And Timing

111: There's Almost A 100% Chance You'll Forget Your Umbrella And Hate Yourself For It

119: Within Each Box Of Cigarettes, Are One Or Two Cigarettes That Smell Like Horse Dung

142: Life Is A Series Of Choices

153: Sleep Helps A Child Grow

166: Two Is Better Than One. Two People Are Better Than One

175: People Of All Ages Hate The Dentist!

180: The More Precious The Burden, The Heavier And More Difficult It Is To Shoulder It

184: Popularity Polls Can…

187: It's Goodbye Once A Flag Is Set

201: Everybody's A Santa

203: Everyone Looks Pretty Grown up after Summer Break

204: Use a Calligraphy Pen for New Year's Cards

205: Meals Should Be Balanced

211: Ghosts Aren't the Only Ones Who Run Wild around Graveyards

214: Tis an Honor!

215: Odds or Even

216: I Can't Remember a Damn Thing about the Factory Tour

217: What Happens Twice Can Happen Thrice

220: The Bathhouse, Where You're Naked in Body and Soul"

230: It Would Take Too Much Effort to Make This Title Sound like a Text Message Subject

231: When You Go to a Funeral for the First Time, You're Surprised by How Happy the People Are

237: Please Take Me Skiing

241: We Are All Hosts, in Capital Letters

246: Festival of Thornies

247: Letter from Thorny

256: The Meaning of a Main Character

260: Pinky Swear

261: Unsetting Moon

264: Liquor and Gasoline, Smiles and Tears

265: Dog Food Doesn't Have As Much Flavor As You'd Think

268: An Inspector's Love Begins with an Inspection

272: A Reunion Also Brings to the Surface Things You Don't Want to Remember

273: When Compared to Time in Heaven, Fifty Years of Human Life Resembles Nothing but Dreams and Lottery Tickets

275: 9 + 1 = Yagyuu Jyuubei

282: A Phoenix Rises from the Ashes Over and Over

287: He's the Sweet Tooth, and I'm the Mayo Guy

296: Take the Initial Premise Lightly, and It'll Cost You

297: Keep Your Farewells Short

301: Ninja Village

304: Those Who Protect Against All Odds

305: Sworn Enemy

311: Jailbreak

315: Nobume

316: Farewell, Shinsengumi

320: Zura

322: Ten Years

323: Paths

326: Siblings

330: My Bald Dad, My Light-Haired Dad and My Dad`s Glasses

333: All the Answers Can Be Found in the Field

335: The Super Sadist and the Super Sadist

341: Guardian Spirits Are Also a Part of the Soul

342: Try As You Might to Make a Natural Perm Go Away, It Will Always Return

346: Geezers Carve the Things They Shouldn't Forget into Their Wrinkles

355: Rabbits Leap Higher on Moonlit Nights

356: Making a Dull World Interesting

361: The Creatures Known as Humanity

364: Two in Girl Years Is Equal to Ten in Man Years

366: Dun Dun

367: Gintama Final Ending Scamming Trial

Gintama: A New Retelling Benizakura Arc

Gintama: The Movie: The Final Chapter: Be Forever Yorozuya

Gintama The Final

[sammy-writes-sometimes]

Bloom

Note: This fic was inspired off of a fic written by the lovely @simplydm! ^w^

Word Count: 335

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'Maybe planting that seed wasn't a good idea.' Bdubs thought to himself one day as he forced his eyes away from the twisted tree. 'Maybe I should’ve listened.'

It had been rather stupid, and extremely obvious. The book that still stood on the pedestal in his basement, a harsh warning written into it but without a stated consequence. Just a warning on a page, nothing else.

He was sure that even normal people, those that didn't have ability tied to nature at least, could see and feel the wrongness that came from the Tree of Whimsey.

Its bark was stone-like, it spoke to him in hushed tones that contained many voices, and it always seemed to smell of death and rot.

Yet he still listened anyway. Or ignored warnings. Even as it drained him bit by bit, piece by piece, eating away at his soul.

'You let me in. You let me grow.' It whispered to him. 'You let me feast. You let me control you.'

The dryad had come to hate his magic, his ability to speak with flora herself, it only seemed to make the tree louder, hungrier, crueler.

He wanted it to stop, for the tree to leave him alone and let him rest and just do something other than staring at it with barely subdued rage. It controlled him, it wouldn’t let itself be burned or cut or injured in any way. That tree was more alive than any plant he’d ever dealt with

“What are you?” Bdubs asked aloud when no one watched him.

It fell silent in that way trees always do when they think, like the old dark oaks that created shade in the shopping district.

‘I am the Tree of Whimsey.’ It answered simply

Then it began again, the slow taunting as Bdubs turned to his monolith. That relentless taunting, going on and on, endless with it’s many voices that echoed in his ears and seemingly no one else's.

‘You are my puppet, I am a god.’

[hurricanehides]

Washoe Club: Meeting KallMeKris

This is the current outfit. You pick either one.

Y/N was not taking Sam and Colby's car. They needed some last minute freedom from idiocy. They stepped into the club upon arriving, an idea struck their head. They asked permission from the owners who agreed. So Y/N turned on their camera. "Hey guys it's Y/N. Making another video for the best YouTube Channel ever, *insert username*, and today we are at the haunted Washoe Club. And today we are gonna scare the runt- I-I mean Sam- and Emo- I mean annoying sh*t, I mean Colby- til they sh*t their pants. As you all know that they are on the top of the list of people I will haunt if I die... I heard they were planning on bringing guests. Let's get started."

Meanwhile Sam and Colby had pulled up to the Washoe Club with Katrina and Kris. "What's up guys its Sam and Colby today we are at the Washoe Club with Katrina and KallMeKris! Sam started.

"Y/N should be here too! They said they would be here!" Colby said quickly and began looking around. He kinda looked around hopefully for his precious hooman. "Where are they!?" He whined.

"Colby is madly in love with Y/N. Y/N is madly in love with Colby as well." Katrina explained to Kris. There was a buzz from her phone. A text from Y/N.

N/N: No I'm not.

"She is really creepy when she does that." Kat muttered.

"Is she here?" Colby asked looking over her shoulder.

"Yeah I think so. Probably inside."

Colby sprinted inside, "My love, wait for me!" He called.

Sam laughed. "The poor dude is about to receive a punch in the stomach isn't he?"

"Yeah." Kat agreed.

"Wait how is he in love with Y/N again?" Kris asked.

"Y/N bought him food and that was the first time he got crushing feelings around them." Sam explained.

"How many times have Y/N rejected Colby?"

"I lost count after 335."

"I did a bit better. I lost count after 735."

"The poor dude." Kris said.

They headed inside where Colby was trying to find Y/N. He lifted a few stairs and still didn't find Y/N. No one saw Y/N until nerfs shot out of nowhere and they were tackled to the ground. "HAHAHAHA! That's what you get for making me wait suckers. Also I have clean clothes you can borrow." They laughed evilly.

"Y/N I love-" Colby said starting to hug them again. Y/N pulled a nine foot long metal bar out of nowhere.

"Ever heard of social distance? Yeesh." They turned to call me Kris. "It is soooo great to meet you? Can I have a hug? Please!!!!!!" Y/N hugged Kris before getting an answer.

"Nice to meet you as well." Kris had to take some time to get air back in their lungs after the hug from Y/N.

"Allow me to ttell you something." Y/N inhales. "Shortie is secretly gay."

"I AM NOT!! THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND RIGHT HERE!" Sam shoved Kat into Y/N's face. "SEE!!"

"He's in denial. He is so secretly gay that he doesn't know that he is secretly gay." Y/N managed to say with a straight face. It was proving to be rather difficult.

"I see." Kris said.

"This is gonna be like house all over again isn't it?" Katrina whined.

"Huh?" Kris asked.

"You don't wanna know."