#billy thinks its hilarious

[thewildchilde]

Harringrove agreeing to an open relationship when Billy goes off to college since they both have very high sex drives. He comes home for the holidays and everyone is wondering how Steve, who hasn't really slept around/hasn't found anyone who really catches his interest like Billy does, can handle knowing that Billy probably slept around a heap at college and Steve just shrugs and says "I'm just wondering if I can guess how many people he's fucked, like one of those 'guess how many jellybeans in the jar' games."

[bruhstation]

this man is fighting his own war and he has no rules, no boundaries, he doesn't flinch at arson, kidnapping, or illegal demolition. he's not loyal to a flag or a fleet or any set of ideals. he trades blood for money. he's sunshine's best friend.

[that-sarcastic-writer]

[midnighteclipze]

Murry Chrimmas \o/

I drew Billie dressed up Santa (do not ask who persuaded her to do it, just accept it) and like Kidd walks in and thinks she's actually Santa and so he rushes up to her excited, telling her how good he was this year, and that he was excited to get his gifts. And Billie hands him a piece of coal. And Kidd just stares at the coal in shock before he starts shaking. Billie watches him flip out over getting coal for Christmas for thirty minutes and Stardust has to convince Billie to give Kidd a present. So, she walks up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, he's like a sobbing mess (sad wet dog). "My bad, I mixed you up for another kid" and she hands him a wrapped up. The way Kidd's face went from devasted to jolly in an instant was impressive, he quickly took the present, ripping off the gift wrap paper and opening the box, only to be greeted with yet another piece of coal.

[hanniesbrat]

the boy is mine | k.mg

pet play w mingyu

pairing: kim mingyu x reader, reader’s best friend is yuqi! ((g)i-dle) also cheol lol

wc: 5.6k (can you believe i cut it down?)

genre: strangers -> fucking, smut, little cracky at some parts

synopsis: when one of your best friends (who also happens to be a frat bro), seungcheol, invites you to his halloween party, you hesitantly accept. you were never really the party type… but one guy, one of his new friends to be exact, might single handedly change that.

!other kinktober fics!

a/n: ......heyyyyy... no one hate me. i know im almost a whole month late ): prepping for the svt concert took more time than i anticipated, i live in america so... yeah all that happened, work got in the way, i had a lot of yap days with my wife @jenoslutie which has been so nice!! <3 and i JUST (literally today) got back from visiting my bestie @goblynnrockz for their birthday :p BUT in between all that, i managed to finish this bitch. (pun intended) ALL OF THAT BEING SAID, i really hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. and if it seems like its eluding to there being a potential relationship between mc and gyu, well... maybe there will be in the future ;p

(P.S. you must picture long, wavy haired mingyu in this :3 more like the pic on the right. i just put the lolla pic bc it fits the vibe you CANNOT argue w that lol okay imma stop yapping now. ENJOY LUVLIES!!!!)

you weren’t the party type, but when one of your best friends, seungcheol, invited you to his frat’s halloween party with a nearly quivering bottom lip, you couldn’t say no.

“you have to let me bring whoever i want as my plus one.” you deadpanned while crossing your arms. 

“so you’ll go?!” he nearly squealed. 

you sighed before nodding with an annoyed, “yes.”

“fuck yeah!” he yelled before swooping you up in a big hug. you couldn’t help the laughter that erupted from your chest. 

you loved when cheol got all giddy. it was such a silly contrast to his wide, strong build, and that’s always been so enduring yet hilarious to you. you didn’t think anyone else like him existed in real life. 

until you met him. 

“remind me again why you are dragging me to a party?” your best friend, yuqi, chuckled out from the passenger’s seat of your car. 

you took the last right before reaching the house. “cheol asked nicely and… i’ve been needing an excuse to wear these boots,” you smiled, looking for a parking spot.

yuqi silently pointed to a spot on the street, and as you parked, she went on. “i just can’t help but wonder why cheol wanted you to go so bad like… he knows you’re not a partier.”

“he wants me to get out of my shell more.” you shrugged, getting out of the car. 

“well you’re definitely out of your shell, fucking look at you. a full latex outfit and tits out? girl…” yuqi gawked at you for a moment.

dressing as blackcat was far out of your costume comfort zone. normally you went the horror route. billy the puppet, jennifer check (in the prom dress with the contacts, blood and all), freddy krueger, etc. so, wearing a latex set that left nothing to the imagination except for any ink you may have on your skin was out of character, but you wanted to spice it up this year.

“i think the little mask helps be feel a bit hidden,” you giggled seen as it’s a thin black eye mask, not hiding who is under it at all. yuqi jokingly scoffed and you then took the attention off yourself. “look at you, catwoman. you look devious with that whip,” you cooed, then took her hand in yours and gave her a spin on the sidewalk.

“oh stop it,” she blushed. “let’s get inside before it starts getting too crazy.”

you two walked in practically attached at the hip. you scanned the front room for cheol, yuqi doing the same. “ah! there he is,” she pointed toward the kitchen.

you looked over, immediately making eye contact with him. he waved you guys over to stand with him and some frat bro you didn’t recognize. 

“y/n!” he greeted you with a bear hug, unfazed by your tits practically spilling from your top. “and yuqi! hey long time no see!” he said sweetly, giving her a side hug.

“hi! it’s good to see you, cheol,” she giggled. 

“are you gonna introduce us?” you motioned to his friend beside him and smiled. 

the friend smiled and reached a hand out, “hey, i’m chan! nice to meet you both.” after shaking both of your hands, a warm smile across his face, he turned around to finish concocting a drink for himself. 

“you know we have a spare room. if you guys want, you can have some drinks! chan makes a mean lemon drop.” cheol offered you both. 

yuqi got a devilish smile on her face, “don’t mind if i do, fred. one lemon drop, please, daphne!” she giggled leaning backwards on the counter next to chan, watching what he was doing over her shoulder. she faced forward after a moment and motioned her head toward you. “what about you miss latex?” she smirked giving you a once over. the girl wasn’t even drinking yet and she was already getting flirty. typical. (<3)

“don’t even let her answer that,” seungcheol quickly intervened. “make blackcat a drink, please. the pretty lady deserves it,” he grinned, wrapping an arm around you. 

“well thank you, cheolie… but deserve it? for what?” you asked cutely, looking up at him. 

“putting up with my bitchass. thank you for coming tonight. i’m glad you did,” he stated sweetly, giving you a kiss atop your head. you just leaned into him, silently telling him “you’re welcome” and “me too”. 

“what’s up?” you look over at chan who’s finishing your drink up, and he’s got his phone between his ear and shoulder. “oh shit okay! we’ll be right out!” he hung up, sliding the phone in his pocket, then turned around handing you your drink. “pretty lady,” he smiled. “cheol lets go. that was vernon, they’re outside.” he said, patting cheol on the shoulder, making his way out of the kitchen hurriedly. 

“okay! you two wait right here, i’ll be back.” seungcheol requested, then ran after chan. 

“oh god,” you walked forward to the counter and turned so your back was leaning on it with yuqi. you two looked out from the kitchen, into the crowd of people that had seemingly gotten significantly larger since you’d arrived minutes ago. “they’ve all gotta be members of the mystery inc huh…” you trailed off.

“i wonder what poor guy they got to be scooby,” yuqi empathized. 

“i bet it’s soonyoung.”

“be so fucking for real, y/n. he’s a fucking tiger every year,” yuqi said pointedly. she was right. 

just then, the room got significantly more quiet meaning- oh those boys and their group entrances…

it was never anything elaborate, but they did have to make their presence known. cheol almost always walking in first as the rest of the boys followed. 

you and yuqi made your way out of the kitchen to the living room, disregarding cheol’s words from earlier. you two managed to push toward the front of the swarm of people that were gathered near the door. shouts then could be heard from all over, praising the commitment of all the boys. first was cheol as fred, then chan as daphne walking alongside wonwoo as velma, and last but not least vernon as shaggy with… not soonyoung as scooby. “who the fuck is that?” you nearly drooled leaning over into yuqi’s ear. 

“wonwoo?” she suggested. 

“no, dumbass, obviously i know wonwoo… who’s scooby?” your voice dropping a cool octave or two in curiosity. 

“i don’t know but… fuck is he fine,” she said bluntly. 

you both had your eyes locked on him until yuqi’s gaze redirected to wonwoo… her main interest right now and always. “if you’ll excuse me,” she hummed, grazing a hand across your shoulder and handing you her whip as she strolled forward toward the tall boy wearing thicker framed glasses than normal.

you made your way back to the kitchen to wait for one of your friends to come back, knowing one of them would find their way to you. 

or so you thought. 

someone did definitely make their way to you, but it wasn’t cheol, yuqi, or even chan. 

“i didn’t know blackcat carried around a whip,” scooby shot you a cheeky smile while reaching beside you on the counter for a drink. 

you smiled, leaning your hip on the counter to face him. “she doesn’t, but cat woman does and she needed me to hold it for her.”

“well… i’m glad she needed you to because it gave me an excuse to talk to you.” you both chuckled, your face getting flushed. he turned, mirroring your position against the counter. “i’m mingyu. i just joined the frat,” he explained rather shy in comparison to his confident demeanor that he approached you with. it was charming. 

“well hello mingyu,” you chuckled, chugging the rest of your lemon drop. “i’m y/n. i’m friends with cheol.”

“oh no way! you’re like… his best friend,” he laughs trying his drink. you giggled watching his face contort at the potency of the alcohol. “hey don’t laugh! bleh! but it’s nice to finally meet you.” 

“it’s nice to meet you too,” you covered your mouth to snicker a bit more as if that makes it any less “mean”. 

once he recovered a moment later, he sat his cup down and spoke up again. “you know, y/n, you make a beautiful blackcat,” he complimented, giving you a once over as respectfully as he could. from the minute he laid eyes on you when yuqi had walked way from you, he knew he had to talk to you. your little whip that didn’t go with your costume was his perfect excuse, and… you looked amazing. that could’ve even been enough of an excuse on its own. 

your cheeks grew warm at the compliment with his demeanor and tone. it’d shifted to something more sensual than before. his eyes getting darker, but still soft. 

“thank you,” you smiled before reaching up to play with one of his ears. “and you make an adorable puppy.” 

his body stiffened, but it was so subtle you almost didn’t notice. you chose to ignore it, moving to his collar. “did minghao make this?” you asked, tilting your head admiring the well recreated scooby dog tag. you pulled on it a little, as if to test its durability, but really you wanted to see if this was doing something to the tall man before you. sure enough, you watched as he swallowed rather hard under your touch. you wouldn’t have noticed had you not been staring at his throat already. 

“y-yeah he did. he’s really talented,” he said softly, slightly tilting his head back as you took your finger from the collar, and slowly traced it down his chest that was only covered by a thin, tight brown t-shirt. 

“what’s the matter, scooby? cat got your tongue?” you asked in a very playful way, not wanting to come off too strong too fast as you were already mere centimeters away from his body now. 

when he looked down at you, his eyes were pleading. desperate. like he was silently begging for you to do something more. he couldn’t find the words to answer your silly question. instead he sent his eyes to scan your face, lingering longer over your lips. 

“gyu!” you both jumped back from each other. up pranced soonyoung, but he wasn’t a tiger. “and y/n? hey!” he gave you a hug and you squeezed him back. 

“hey soonyoung!” you gathered your composure far quicker than mingyu who was still trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened. “a cowboy this year?” you motioned your hands to his costume. 

“had to change it up,” he shrugged. “still got my date, though,” he grinned. you knew it was the stupid plastic skeleton he dragged along every year in the spirit of the holiday. 

“well, wherever you set her down, i can imagine she goes way better with this outfit than the tiger onesie,” you both laugh.

“girl… a whip? i don’t think blackcat-“

“shutup, i know. it’s yuqi’s. she’s catwoman.” you deadpanned. 

he put his hands up as if to surrender, “got it, no need to use it on me.” you two laughed together again.

mingyu wasn’t enjoying this conversation like you and soonyoung were, however. 

he gently grabbed your wrist while patting soonyoung on the shoulder. “excuse us,” were the first words to come out of his mouth in the past couple minutes. it came out low and demanding, an extreme contrast from the state you had him in before soonyoung showed up. 

you looked at soonyoung then shrugged your shoulders in confusion and blew him a quick kiss, whip in hand as mingyu pulled you away. “have fun!” he yelled after you both. 

“mingyu, where the fuck are we going?” you finally ask as he's pulling you up the stairs.

“my room,” he states bluntly. 

“your room? why didn’t you just get ready here then?” your genuine curiosity taking over. 

mingyu stopped you both in front of his door. “except for cheol and chan, we all got ready at vernon’s,” he answered very matter of fact, then his eyebrows furrowed remembering what he was doing. 

he opened his door, pulling you in with him. once he closed the door, he grabbed you and pushed you against it, hands cupping your face, instantly attacking your lips with his own. your hand naturally found its way to his long, wavy hair while your other rested on his chest. you slightly tugged at his hair, a groan escaping his lips. you smiled and chuckled against his mouth, knowing exactly how this was gonna end, despite his attempts at taking control of the situation. 

he ignored your cockiness, moving a hand to the zipper of your top, toying with it just to be a dick. after about 10 seconds of that, you decided it was enough. 

“why don’t you be a good puppy and unzip me already,” you pull on his hair hard enough to pull him away this time. his eyes desperately searched yours, not understanding, himself, why every time you called him that, it made him feel weak in his knees. 

“o-okay,” he stuttered before unzipping your top the rest of the way. his mouth hung open at the way your tits broke free from the tight latex. “god..” he whispered. eyes still locked on your chest, he tried to speak, “c-can i please-”

“yes,” you breathed, not letting him finish his sentence, knowing exactly what he wanted. 

mingyu wasted no time, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, desperately sucking on the skin as if his life depended on it. a low groan escaped your lips as you finally dropped the whip on the floor, and moved that hand to his back, lightly scratching at him through the thin fabric of his shirt. he moaned against your chest, sending a chill down your spine.

“on your knees,” you demanded. he pulled away from your chest with a rather puzzled expression on his face. “don’t make me say it again,” and with that, he practically dropped to the floor, looking up at you with the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen. “good boy,” you praised, petting his head between his ears. you walked over to his bed, sitting yourself down at the edge of it. 

“come,” you said gently. mingyu started to stand up. “nuh uh,” you stopped him. “on all fours.”

“i- but i-,” he tried to protest, stumbling over his words.

“crawl. or i’ll walk out that door right now,” you threatened. 

he immediately got back on his knees, then bent forward, using his arms to help him crawl over to you. he didn’t break eye contact as he made his way to where you sat on his bed, your legs slightly opened. you leaned down, reaching in between your legs for his collar. you hooked two fingers underneath it and pulled him forward. he wrapped his arms around your waist, knees still planted on the floor as he looked at you longingly. 

“what a good puppy,” you cooed, moving your hand from his collar to his hair along with your other hand. you petted him right next to his ears on either side of his head. he hummed, tilting his head to the side, you moving your hand so he could rest his face on it. you thought this was just gonna be a typical dom/sub dynamic, but you quickly started realizing that it was far more than that. 

you leaned down giving him a soft kiss to his lips, making him crave more. he moved his hands up to your face, pulling you back down. you both hungrily attacked each others lips, breathing in every bit of the other. “what the fuck are you doing to me,” he growled between kisses. to be quite honest, you had no idea either. you didn’t even know this man, really. 

“get on the bed,” you demanded, out of breath. he mumbled, “okay,” then stood up and sat in the middle of his bed. “lay down, obviously,” you deadpanned. he felt like an idiot as he laid himself down. he watched you with big eyes as you crawled up his body. you sat yourself on top of him and reached to hook your fingers under his collar again. you used it to pull him up to your level. 

“take your stupid shirt off.” he fumbled with the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. you ripped it from his hands and threw it across the room to god knows where. you pushed him back down, diving after his neck with your mouth. his back arched slightly from the bed as a whimper escaped his lips. as your teeth sunk into his skin, beginning to suck, his chest pressed against yours.

he knew it wasn’t physically possible for him to get closer to your body, but he could try. he was desperate. he craved your warmth. he craved you. a complete stranger. “y/n, please,” he whined.

“please what?” you whispered into his ear, then proceeded to kiss down his neck to his chest. all he could do was make pathetic little noises in response. “cmon, use your words like a good boy, huh?” you cooed looking up at him. you traced your fingers over his large pecs sending chills through his whole body.

“f-fuck,” he threw his head back into the pillow. “fuck me, y/n, please!” he panted, grabbing at the sheets beneath him.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you teased as you slipped a hand under his pants, grabbing him through his boxers. you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your mouth when you felt how big he was. he looked down at you with flushed cheeks, embarrassed at how easily he was being turned on by your words alone. 

“i- i would love that, y/n,” his eyes were so desperate, so needy. “c-can i take my pants off?” god, he was so obedient. it excited you beyond your own comprehension. before you could even think about it, you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his pants and started shimmying them down his thick, muscular thighs. 

“fuck,” you mumbled under your breath. the tent in his boxers was intimidating to say the least. you sat on his thighs as you pulled his cock out, admiring the way it grew even more at your direct touch. mingyu was panting like a bitch underneath you and you hadn't even started stroking him yet. “easy there, big boy,” you giggled at his uneasiness. as you started pumping him with one hand, you used the other to stabilize yourself above him.

a deep groan ripped from his throat as he screwed his eyes shut at the sensation. “does that feel good, puppy?” you asked innocently. mingyu whimpered and looked into your eyes again, mere inches away. he used all his extra strength to push his head up to capture your lips with his. this kiss was far deeper than the others. it felt… more intimate than before.

“please y/n i need you,” he whispered against your lips. honestly, you needed him too, so instead of continuing the torture any longer, you got off the bed to remove your top completely, and took your pants off. before getting back on top of him, you pulled his pants the rest of the way down, then stood at the edge of the bed, gawking.

this man’s body was godly. skin the perfect shade of gold, soft muscle curves, the slight glisten on his skin as the moonlight from the window reflects off of his sweat. and his face… fuck, his face. the way his eyes glisten with lust and need, his lips swollen and slightly parted as he’s nearly drooling, waiting for you to do something, and to top it all off, his puppy ears on his head with the collar on his neck making him all the more irresistible. 

you climbed back on top of him, his eyes not leaving yours, whether you were looking back at him or not. he only looked away when you started grinding your soaked cunt against his cock. he watched intensely as your slick coated him from top to bottom, his tip leaking precum each time you slid forward. “ready for me to fuck you, gyu?” you nearly whined out, your hands firmly placed on his chest to balance yourself.

“b-been ready, mo-” he stopped himself. “fuuuck please, y/n, please.” he begged. 

“what a good fucking boy you are. don’t even have to ask you to beg.” you lifted yourself, and as if there was a form of telepathy happening, he reached down to lift his cock straight up, ready for you to do nothing but line yourself up and sink down in him. however… you both knew that was going to be painful for you. your nails began to dig lightly into his chest as you slowly sunk yourself down on him. a long string of whimpers falling from your lips while he gripped your hips, helping you steady yourself as you now sat all the way down on his cock. you swiveled your hips a couple times before slowly lifting them and slamming back down onto him without warning. a gasp escaping your own lips.

“ah! Fuck!” mingyu cried out, throwing his head back into the pillows again. the grip he had on your hips only tightened.

you moved your hands to his neck, applying only slight pressure as you started moving up and down on his cock. his breathing became sporadic, and you could feel his veins on his neck starting to bulge under your fingers as you started to pick up your pace. “collar getting too tight?” you breathed. 

“n-no,” mingyu choked out. “mmmph~ i like it,” his voice was hoarse, but soft. his hands finally moved from your hips to roam your body. he dragged them up your waist until he was cupping your tits. he started kneading the flesh, licking his lips as he watched your face start to contort with pleasure. you let go of his neck and put your hands on top of his, over your chest. 

the scene was so beautiful before him, he was growing more and more impatient, needing to chase his high. you threw your head back crying out a “fuck!” as mingyu started meeting each bounce of yours with a sharp thrust. 

“a-am i doing a good job?” he whined, “does it feel good?” all he wanted was your validation and praise. 

“y-yes~ fuck- such a good boy for me,” you cooed as stable as possible. you brought a hand down and combed your fingers through his hair right below his puppy ears. his thrusts slowed and so did you. you hadn’t realized how much of the “fucking” was being done by him now instead of you. he hummed and closed his eyes while you ran your fingers through his hair again. both of your movements came to a complete stop. nothing but cockwarming and heavy breaths while you petted the pretty boy beneath you. 

once he opened his eyes, you gave him a soft smile and he nestled his face into your hand. looking up at you with those puppy eyes, the next words that came out of his mouth were jarring to say the least. “w-will you sit on my face? please?” you could’ve sworn he batted his lashes too. 

you giggled before teasing him, “are you seriously asking to pleasure me right now?” 

“no im fucking begging, y/n please.” he whined. 

“well, when you beg like such a good boy, how could i tell you no, hm?” you hummed before moving your hands to his headboard, climbing up his body, stabilizing yourself over his face. 

he wasted no time trying to attack your core with his tongue, but you didn’t want to let him have it that easily. you moved a hand down to tug at his hair, pulling him off of you. “nuh uh. stick out your tongue,” you demanded. 

“w-what?” his eyes were big with uncertainty. 

“did i stutter? stick out your tongue and stay like a good puppy.” you spit at him, no patience left in your voice. 

so, mingyu did just that. slowly but surely he opened his mouth wide, laying his tongue out for you like the good boy he was. 

you lowered yourself back down onto his tongue, slowly moving your soaked cunt back and forth. he just looked up at you with such adoration in his eyes, but tongue out like an absolute idiot. it was driving you crazy. 

mingyu was going arguably more crazy, though. he wanted to devour you. taste every single inch of you, and lap up every last drop of your arousal like there was no tomorrow. 

you let out a whimper that drove him over the edge, and he couldn’t contain himself anymore. he brought his strong arms up, wrapping them around your thighs, locking you in place on his face. you gripped onto his bed frame tighter as he began to suck on your clit with such vigor, you almost came on the spot. 

fuck he’s good at this. 

he then started fucking his tongue in and out of you, using his own strength alone to bounce you up and down slightly on the muscle. 

“mmph~ fuuuck~ mingyu please, don’t stop,” you pleaded, knuckles white from holding onto his headboard for dear life. who was he to deny you? he moved one of his hands from your thigh to the bundle of nerves above where his tongue was fucking in and out of you. as soon as he started rubbing gentle but fast circles on your clit, you knew you weren’t gonna last long. the familiar knot in your tummy forming far faster than you’d like to admit. 

“p-puppy i’m c-close. gonna make me cum,” you half panted, half wailed. 

he moved his mouth away to talk, fingers still working on your clit. 

“cum for me please baby, cum all over my tongue,” his voice had dropped to a dangerously low tone. he went back to tongue fucking you and your grip on his headboard became so tight you thought you might break it. 

“gyu! fuck! i’m- fuck!” a wave of pure euphoria flooded your whole body faster than you could comprehend. mingyu lapped up every last bit of cum dripping from your cunt.

“jesus christ,” you panted.

“okay y/n, all fours.”

“what?” you looked down at mingyu’s big brown eyes in complete shock.

“i- i’m sorry please can i fuck you on all fours?”

“mingyu i’m not worried about how you wanna fuck me-”

“then, please? can i? I’ve been a good boy…”

“you definitely have,” you reassured, moving a piece of his hair out of his face. “i just don’t know if i have the energy for that right now.”

“you don’t have to do anything, just- y/n just let me take care of you…” his voice was so soft and genuine. nothing like you were used to from a hookup.

“fine… then can i just lay on my back?” you both chuckled.

“whatever you want.”

once you guys repositioned yourselves, mingyu on top of you for the first time tonight, you couldn’t help but let your mind race. i could get used to this view… y/n stop it’s just a fucking hookup, you’ll only ever see him again in passing. but his voice… the way he’s speaking to me is so… sweet… so? he’s probably just fucking pussy whipped. and pussy whipped he was, but it wasn’t that simple.

“are you ready, baby?” his eyes scanning yours intently as if to catch any trace of uncertainty that may reside in your eyes.

“y-yes. at least i hope,” you giggled. a fangy smile gracing his face. fuck, his smile.

as mingyu started to push himself into you, you winced at the stretch. it was almost like he’d gotten bigger since you were on top of him earlier. “ah~ fuck gyu,” you whined.

“too much? do you want me to stop?”

“no, no please don’t stop,” you just gripped onto his arms and closed your eyes.

a couple seconds later and he finally bottomed out, causing both of you to let out a string of low moans as you both adjusted to the feeling of his rather fucking huge dick inside of you. (how else was i supposed to word that like c’mon now)

within a minute mingyu was drilling into you at an animalistic pace. the grip you had on his biceps probably close to breaking skin with your nails. your back arched at its limit. both of you sounding like you're in one of the most hardcore pornos ever filmed. the bed creaking, slamming into the wall… you get it.

the rest of the world had completely withered away at this point when suddenly… 

BANG BANG BANG! “jesus christ, mingyu! that you in there?” seungcheol… fuck.

mingyu stilled all movement, “uhhh yeah… what do you want?” he dropped his head onto the pillow right next to your head. you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Sorry.. just uh… have you seen y/n?!” he yelled from the other side of the door. mingyu’s head shot up, both of you looking at each other with complete panic in your eyes.

“you could… you could say that i’ve seen her… yeah?” mingyu yelled back, wincing as he awaited his response.

when seuncheol didn’t answer right away, you decided to speak up. “hi cheol…” you said softly but loud enough for him to hear you.

“you’re fucking kidding,” seungcheol scoffed before walking away yelling, “you two fuckbirds have fun!”

you and mingyu just laid there for a second before bursting out laughing.

“okay that was embarrassing,” you covered your face.

“oh don’t act like you didn’t like it,” he grinned, leaning down to start kissing on your neck. “you think i can’t feel how much wetter you got?” he bucked his hips into you without warning, making you yelp. he just chuckled, lifting his head up to look at you again.

your mouth was hung open like an idiot, unsure of how to respond, actually embarrassed now.

“look who’s the tough guy now, huh?” he taunted, beginning to slowly pump in and out of you again. your eyes rolled back into your head and your hands reached for his hair. sensing that the puppy fun would be ending now, you tried to focus your vision enough to unclip the ears from his hair and throw them elsewhere in his room. “oh, are we done with those now?” he asked in such a bitchy tone, you could’ve slapped him back into his submissive state, but you were over the playing now.

“mingyu, just fuck me,” you panted now able to put your hands in his hair how you please.

“that’s no way to get what you want now, gorgeous.”

“mingyu, please just fuck me already!” you whined, wrapping your legs around his torso. 

the groan that escaped his lips at that action was inhuman as he sped back up to his pace from before, however, far harder. 

“fuck! Mingyu!” you cried out, unable to do or say anything else.

“what? wanted me to f-fuck you, no?” he teased, stopping to lift one of your legs over his shoulder, then removing your mask in one quick motion before pounding into you again. the new angle pushed you to your limit once again, far too fast for your own sanity. “let go for me again baby, i can feel it. you’re c-close aren’t you?” he cooed softly in contrast to his brutal movements. “touch yourself for me,” he breathed. 

you moved a hand down to your clit, rubbing away at the bud while your other arm moved to his back, pulling his body closer to yours as you reached your high. the close proximity bringing his clingy self closer to his own breaking point. 

now forehead to forehead, the knot in your stomach about to snap, you moved your other hand up to his back, fingertips lightly pressing into the skin. mingyu brought a hand to your neck, holding it gently, but firm as he railed into you for the last few times. 

“-m cumming!” you cried, now digging your nails into his back. 

“fuck!” he growled at the lovely sting of the scratches you were leaving. your cunt fluttering around his cock however was the final straw. “ah~ baby~” he groaned before crashing his lips into yours as his orgasm hit. 

“so… you always have wipes conveniently available on your nightstand?” you giggled, curled up in his arms under his blankets. 

“you know, it was actually pure luck,” he started. “cheol did a grocery run today and when he brought me my bag there were a couple of our toiletries and i was gonna go put them in the bathroom bu-”

“hey, gyu?” you looked up at him. 

“yeah?”

“shhhhh…” you smiled, placing a soft kiss to his lips before laying your head back down on his chest.

he kissed the top of your head and whispered with a chuckle, “sorry. i talk too much.”

“uh uh just… sleepy,” you yawned. 

how you two managed to tune out the party is beyond anyone’s guess. he didn’t have to run his fingers in your hair for a full minute before you knocked out, but he did anyway until he fell asleep himself. 

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[puppetwoman17]

If we’re thinking about it…Cap’s villains are(and I may be wrong but idk) the only villains that need him ALIVE and healthy to be able to achieve their one goal, which is getting his powers and the Rock. Him dying would do them no good, and actually descend the universe into chaos.

Case in point, I have been thinking about this for a while: what if Mr. Mind is controlling Green Arrow in the Absolute Power comic series. Of course, this is non-canon(but you never know👀). But, he is the only Cap villain who really wants to take over the Earth and/or destroy everyone in it, which the other villains are not keen on because that includes them and Billy.

So, what I’m thinking:

Sivana sneaks away from the rest of the enslaved villains and catches Arrow walking past Billy, Mary, Adam, and other prisoners. Before he thinks, he jumps into action and gets GA’s attention.

GA is understandably confused as to why this random villain is talking to him. Billy and Mary are total palms to foreheads because what the actual fuck is he doing? Adam is READY for some chaos.

That’s when Sivana just outright says that he killed “GA’s” brothers. Just goes out and says it.

Everyone else in their cell chambers are so damn confused. Because this random bald guy just told their former comrade in arms that he killed his brothers. Since when did Ollie have brothers???

Also this would be even more hilarious if the heroes that aren’t contained and escaped are watching via hacked cameras. Just putting this here.

So Sivana doubles down. He found one brother after another and just SQUASHED em. Like, full on stomped, threw, dumped trash on em. Watched green mucus just pool around them.

And—Oh! That’s when it clicks for the three Marvels.

So Mary eagerly joins in, nodding her head that she ALSO killed his brothers.

Adam groans as he reluctantly joins, stating that he ate one or two, which, overkill, but it gets the point across.

Both of them look at Billy to join and he just rolls his eyes. Fine!

In fact! Guess what? EVERYONE in this room killed your brothers. We were all in on it, and we don’t care one bit!

Sivana actually laughs at that one. Billy’s so gonna get him for this.

Just as quickly as it happens, Mr. Mind is faster than the body he inhabits. He jumps out from Ollie’s ear and bangs his body against Billy’s glass cell, falling unconscious. The Marvel family and Sivana spend the next three minutes coaxing him up and begging him to use whatever small tube he has to trap the worm and free them, which he does, but he’s incredibly dazed, so he takes so long to do it.

Someone asks Sivana what his brilliant idea for escape is or if this is as far as he got.

Billy, Mary, and Adam know better, though. For all of its uniqueness, Sivana always has a plan.

The plan?

King Kull is digging around for an exit.

Magnificus and Beautia snuck into the prison and freed their siblings, and now all four kids are causing chaos in the upper floors.

Ibac is fucking shit up with the less powerful Amazo bots.

And Billy is weirdly proud.

[ladykailitha]

The Hellfire Exotic Club Part 12

Welp.

Fuck.

Good news for you guys, bad new for me. I accidentally labeled two chapters as Chapter 12. There AREN'T thirteen chapters. There are FOURTEEN.

So I'll figure out when to post the extra chapter. But in the meantime:

Enjoy Eddie giving the denouement. Like that's it. That's whole chapter.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

~

Eddie called everyone into the club. Billy Hargrove, Heather Holloway, Nancy Wheeler, Jason Carver, Wayne and all his crew. The only one that wasn’t there was his ace in the hole.

“Thank you all for coming,” Eddie said, sitting on the edge of the stage while everyone sat around in the tables.

Hilariously Nancy and Jason sat as far apart from Billy as possible. What was even more hilarious was that Billy, Stella, and Heather formed a weird triangle trying to keep their distance without looking like it was deliberate.

“Just so everyone is aware,” he said with a grin. “Everything is be recorded, audio and visual.” He pointed to the cameras.

Nancy frowned, but merely crossed her arms and said nothing.

“These past couple of months have been the hardest the club has ever faced,” he began, “in all its history of being opened. And everyone just kept telling me it was bad luck. That bad news comes in waves and that we would ride this out same as always. But it all felt so contrived and I could not figure out why.”

“The absolute arrogance!” Jason huffed. “Thinking you know better than God!”

“Oh honey,” Eddie purred. “I’d have to believe in him to think that. Which I don’t, so shut it. “

Jason grumbled, but wisely settled down.

“Everyone also seemed to think this all started with the arrival of Steve,” he said, causing Steve to flush in embarrassment. “But Steve only got hired because I needed a new Envy.”

“Which I still think is bullshit,” Billy huffed. “What I do off the clock is none of your God damned business.”

Eddie shrugged. “And normally I would agree with you, Billy but you add in it was the mayor’s daughter and I wasn’t going to court legal trouble. But somehow I did anyway. So why?”

Everyone looked around at each other, trying to suss out who was to blame.

“You see I was missing a piece of the puzzle,” Eddie said, leaping off the stage to his feet. “And hooboy, did I get it when I talked to Jonathan Byers.”

Nancy’s head shot up, her jaw slack and her eyes wide. “I don’t have to sit here and listen to this gibberish.” She got to her feet and grabbed her purse.

“What’s matter, Nancy?” Steve said, sidling up Eddie. “Don’t you want to hear how Eddie figured out your scheme?”

Her head snapped around. “There is no scheme it’s all in the deluded mind of the this deranged individual. I will not be part of this.”

“You’re fianceé will probably get arrested,” Eddie said with a half shrug. “For her part in the scheme.”

Nancy turned around slowly. “I’m dating Jonathan. You just said my fianceé was female. A her.”

Jonathan came out from backstage. “That’s right, I’ve been the other man for years. But it was okay with Heather because she got off on cuckolding with other men, too.”

Everyone gasped as they turned to look at Heather.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she huffed, examining her nails.

“You see,” Eddie said, “it always struck me as odd that she would still have a fiancé after being caught with Billy. But there was never any indication that they had broken up. But when Jonathan had told me about the photography studio I got it. Steve wasn’t supposed have been involved at all. It was an accident and one that sent Nancy scrambling.”

He started walking around the room pointing out all the players. “Billy got played as much as Jonathan did. I’m not sure how Nancy got to Stella, but Stella was supposed to target whoever it was that I hired to replace Billy.”

“For all your talk of equals,” Stella spat, “the men still out numbered us women two to one. All she had to do was ask, though she paid me too. I didn’t realize that she was planned on shutting the place down. I thought she was trying to get you to sell it.”

“Then go to a different strip joint,” Eddie said rolling his eyes. “Oh wait... it’s because I actually pay my strippers. Do you really think that the new owners would be as generous?”

She gave little half shrug with a moue. “It would have been if I bought it.”

Everyone gasped again.

“Go to hell, Stella,” Bakir hissed. Bakir was an immigrant and his English wasn’t very good. “Would be horrible boss.”

“Fucking hell,” Scott agreed. “I’d take Eddie over anyone willing to hurt people for money.”

Danny raised her hand. “Which brings up an interesting point, what does Nancy get out of this?”

Eddie grinned and snapped his fingers at her. “I was thinking the same thing. What does Nancy Wheeler get out of shutting down these businesses? And the answer is a world-wide exclusive to the story. I think she got this high off getting the lab shut down when she was in high school that she had to keep chasing. That same high serial killers get.”

“So what did start all this?” Steve asked from the table he shared with Scott and Robin.

“Jason Carver,” Eddie said smugly. “When Chrissy broke up with him, he became enraged. He had known that Nancy had done exposés before and brought her to one of the Sin nights. She didn’t agree to it until she heard that it was one of the places Jonathan cleaned on occasion.”

Jason’s head whipped around to face her. “This wasn’t enough on its own?” he huffed waving wildly at the poles on the stage.

“No,” Eddie said shaking his head with a huff. “She had to control Jonathan because if he got wind of her schemes he would leave her for good.”

“Damn right,” Jonathan snarled. “And this is me breaking up with you Nancy.”

“You don’t know what you are doing Jonathan,” Nancy purred. “I’m trying to save your soul. Or I could tell Mommy all about how you took pictures of me while I was undressing. A sweet, underaged girl.” She batted her eyelashes at him.

Jonathan began laughing. “That? That’s what you’ve been holding over my head all this time? I told my mom about that when I got into a fight with your then boyfriend and the cops got called. Fuck you.”

She snapped her mouth shut and glared at him. Her hold on him well and truly gone.

“Back to the scheme,” Eddie said landing at Heather’s table. “The first thing she did was find out the weak parts of my operation. She must have overheard me telling Jeff, that a political scandal would be grounds for instant termination.”

Nancy shrugged. “That alleyway is so easy to hide in, you really should get that checked.” She winked at him.

“Then she deployed her fianceé,” Eddie continued clicking his tongue against his teeth, “to find an easy mark to get into bed with. Immediately she zeroed in on Billy. Loud, obnoxious, and egotistical. He was perfect.”

“Fuck you,” Billy huffed. “No one made me do anything!”

Eddie chuckled. “Too easy, honestly. It’s honestly the one fault I find in your plan, you could have chosen someone a little more difficult.” He held up his thumb and forefinger close together.

“But I digress.” He held up his hands. “Billy would get caught with Heather, by Nancy, a part left out the papers because she has friends in high places in those publications.”

Again Nancy looked smug.

“You won’t be so smug when Eddie gets through with you,” Steve said shaking his head. “Where are your denials now?”

“Why deny any of it?” she asked with a laugh. “He’s painting me to be some evil genius, that’s quite the accomplishment.”

“Don’t worry, I’m just getting started,” Eddie assured her, walking over to where Stella sat with Danny and Levi. “This is where she tripped up. Stella was supposed to keep escalating the attacks on the new dancer until they got seriously hurt or they quit. Only they weren’t counting on Steve. Steve whom, if Nancy let get hurt like that would seriously damage her reputation. So tried everything she could to dislodge him herself. But Steve was already entrenched into the club’s culture. So she had to show her hand early so that Stella would be forced to stop the attacks against him.”

“I knew it was a risk,” Nancy admitted with a shrug. “I thought I could appeal to his better nature and our friendship, but he likes stripping.”

Steve laughed. “Hell yeah, I do. It’s good money and better company.”

Nancy rolled her eyes.

“But then it really unraveled,” Eddie said with a grin, “when Jonathan spotted Steve coming out of the dressing room after his lap dance and asked for help. He wanted to know Steve knew of any place that would be willing to take him on full time.”

“When I found out she was willing to help Steve get a job,” Jonathan spat, “but was constantly undermining my ability to even hold a job, I was willing to take anything Steve could help me get so I could get out from under her thumb.”

“Then I met with him,” he continued. “I found him to be genuine and hardworking. His foreman spoke highly of him and all I needed to know was what position he would take. So everyone I would you like you to meet Jonathan Byers, the new chef’s assistant under Monty.”

All the crew of Hellfire clapped except Stella, Levi and Danny.

“And I would like to introduce you to our three new dancers,” Eddie finished with a wink. “Micaella Dimitriou, Kyle White, and Mason Clark. After all Levi, Danny, and Stella are under arrest now.”

“What?!” Danny squawked, leaping to her feet as cops swarmed the club.

Immediately Heather started crying about how she was tricked into all this and how much of a victim she was. All while Nancy screamed about how much of a bitch she was and how she never loved her.

In the end, Jason, Heather, Nancy, Stella, Levi, and Danny were all carted away for varying offenses.

Eddie dusted his hands off. “Right now that garbage has been cleaned out, I am announcing that we are closing the club for two we–”

A roar of outrage erupted from the rest of the crew.

He held up his hands. “Just for two weeks and you’ll get paid based on the average from last year. We are going to be doing some remodeling and it will allow the new dancers time learn their roles.”

There was some murmuring, but that was fair enough.

“Micaella will be in Megera,” Eddie said, “the Fury of ancient Greece. Mason as Set, the Egyptian god of chaos, and Kyle as Kimaris, marquis of hell.”

That got a lot more cheers and excitement.

“Megera will be taking over as Wrath,” Eddie said. “But this time I did give anyone the chance the audition for it.”

Scott snickered. “I still don’t know how you kept it from those three, it was brilliant seeing their shocked Pikachu faces.”

“Oh!” Eddie said with a shy smile. “That was easy. I didn’t tell anyone it was to replace them except for a couple of close confidants.” He shrugged. “I even had them come in, told them it was for a new routine.”

Gareth raised his hand. “He didn’t tell me. Probably because I would have blabbed it all over the place.”

“He didn’t tell me either,” Chrissy said, “I think he wanted me to have plausible deniability if Stella came after me. Which she had shown in the past she was willing to do.”

“Right in one,” Eddie said snapping his fingers at her with a fond smile. “I only told Wayne, Steve, and Scott.”

Jonathan tilted his head to the side. “Why those three?”

Eddie started counting off on his fingers. “Wayne and Scott because they were going to be helping me hire. And Steve because he figured it out on his own. Didn’t you, beautiful?”

“The dance he was having us learn was very...” Steve said with a blush, “angry?” He snapped his fingers. “Fierce! That’s the word. I also knew that Billy had be conspiring with Stella, so I figured that Eddie was going to replace her.”

“Fair enough,” Chrissy said. “So what are all the changes that are being made?”

Eddie launched into getting new tables and chairs, a new stage, a better sound equipment and eventually a new wing, but that would take longer than the two weeks he was willing to be closed. He explained that they would continue to work at night, while the construction crew worked during the day.

“Then to celebrate the new opening,” he said, “we’ll finally do the fairy tale night!”

Then the cheer really did go up. They had been wanting to do that for ages. They had their costumes and had the dances down, but first Chrissy hurt her ankle and then this shit came up and it was past time for them to do it.

Eddie giggled. “Is this why detectives do this shit? Because holy hell was that a rush!”

~

Part 13 Part 14

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[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 2 part 3

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agatha going UGH!!!!! when she sees jen's name. are you a toddler?? are you four????

"bougie probiotique" lmao

AGATHA

she's here she's queer she's gonna put an egg up her vajeer

sasheer zamata the glorious gay goddess that you are

"jen the potions guy" sounds amazing. I'd use that on my business cards

aaand once again I'm billy

I love that these two have clearly known and hated each other for centuries - sometimes you just see an enemy and immediately go, oh it's you motherfucker. and I think that's beautiful. (dear lord that store is so pink)

and once again: hilarious dialogue, heavy and dark undertones. jen has very, very legitimate reasons to hate and mistrust agatha, even more than she realizes. she will never open up to agatha like the others, and that's both fair and sexy of her. tbh she was too kind all things considered, that bitch deserved her ass kicked from here to the afterlife

case in point, agatha knows jen well enough to manipulate her into joining them. and jen knows agatha well enough to say what will hurt her. she picked the worst thing she could come up with

billy and the audience don't notice that agatha has just been stabbed in the heart

partners in crime, once again! agatha is so proud of her boy's lil manipulative side. and yep, billy is not as naive as he tries to appear. he's still a bit clueless, but he tries.

love how they're so deliberate in depicting the witches as a legit community with its own culture and history.

watch this scene again. now think about the rage and soul and desperation jen pours into winning her powers back from agatha. look at the way these two are being both so casual and so callous about jen's deep, bleeding trauma. not so funny a scene anymore, is it?

agatha shoving a fistful of paper in her mouth so she doesn't have to say rio's name also goes to the top five funniest list. she'll never beat the toddler allegations

and now she's gobbling a corn dog! see what I have to deal with here?? how can I keep it classy?

what's really iconic is bringing your gay son to hot topic

alice always looks a little hunched down, as if she had, idk, a giant disgusting harpy sitting on her shoulders. the more I think about it the sadder it gets

oooh, those are dorothy pigtails. i get it now.

you know, I said yesterday that agatha successfully cons jen and alice, but that's not true. she couldn't have swayed jen without billy's help, and she had alice completely wrong. she thought alice was looking for her mom, but Lorna didn't die on the Road and alice always knew it was a con - she's actually the world's biggest Road expert after agatha herself. seems like Agatha is pretty desperate and out of her depth without her mind reading powers. (wait, do we think billy is the one doing the mind reading, is that why he got to jen so easily?)

seeing her being so cruel with people's deep seated traumas is really upsetting me. especially considering how she guards her own trauma. feeling guilty afterwards is no justification, she knows exactly what she's doing.

these two need their own show. oh wait, they already have it.

but agatha saying "we don't need her" and then pushing people around in the mall - she is upset about what she just did to alice. and she's almost relieved she said no, that she gets to spare her. sweet, sad alice, so spiky on the outside, soft as a marshmallow on the inside. she did not deserve any of this. her death is entirely on agatha.

sighing and looking wistfully out of the window, she's in pain but determined to go on

meanwhile detective agnes is working hard to figure billy out, you can practically see the gears turning inside her head. I think at this point she already kind of knew, tbh. "I have a theory, but I need more."

aw

see you next for the ending of episode 2. and this time I'm giving a shoutout to @one-step-at-a-time25, who was having a lot of fun in the tags!

go to episode 2 part 4

[cassiebones]

Please Chill

Please, I am begging you all to chill out. I'm speaking specifically to my wlw Agatha fans right now. Even more specifically to the ones who are angry that the last episode revolved around Teen/Billy.

He is a main fucking character. His backstory is important to the plot. We only get nine episodes in this series and the plot needs to move forward. We cannot do that without revealing who he is and what his motivations are, from a storytelling standpoint.

I studied creative writing in college. I worked really fucking hard to get into my program, too. I took classes on novel writing, mainly, but also in screenwriting and playwriting. I took classes on TV writing in the mid 2010's at a time where the trend was shifting to streaming services putting out entire fucking seasons at a time.

But I remember having to wait a week for an episode of a show I loved. I remember what happened to my favorite wlw characters. I remember being absolutely devastated by Lexa's death in The 100. I know you're scared of it happening again, but there is so much evidence on the contrary to prove that it's not going to happen here.

Firstly, I don't think for a second that some of the actresses who signed up for this would have done so if they thought they were going to pull the same shit. I don't think Jac or Kathryn or fucking Aubrey, who legit said that she signed up because it's a queer show, would do that.

But i don't know. Because the show isn't over. We have three episodes left over the next two weeks. I, like you all, am praying that they're not about to pull some bullshit, especially considering the majority of their current fanbase is comprised of queer people.

But you can't just call them lesbophobic because they focused on a canonically gay character rather than your favorite lesbian ship for one(1) episode. They have confirmed that Rio and Agatha are estranged exes. They showed us so much flirting and yearning and longing. From a storytelling standpoint, they are building that tension for a great payoff. Its's gonna happen. Please, just be patient.

I was upset, too. I did not want them to shift focus to Billy. When I saw that that was going to be the majority of the episode, I was upset. I made a couple posts about it. But I still watched and it was honestly a pretty good, important episode. And fucking funny as all hell. We truly saw the aftermath of Wanda's actions. Wanda, who wasn't trying to be malicious or harmful, but she still caused so much harm.

As much as I would have loved to see Rio, I understand why she wasn't in this episode just yet, but she'll likely be in the next one. It was probably only like 2 minutes after he threw them into the mud that Agatha crawled out. Also we see Lilia and Jen in future promos, so they'll be fine.

I predict that the next three episodes are going to be longer and more plot heavy moving forward. I really hope we see more of Agatha's delusions from the POV of Rio, because Kathryn Hahn and Aubrey are fucking hilarious and I know it's going to be just as funny as last night's Teen POV.

I want to see people theorizing about the next three episodes and what's going to happen and how they're going to rectify anything, but I'm seeing so many negative posts about why your favorite lesbians didn't kiss or fuck yet on this Disney show. Please, just be fucking patient. It's coming.

That being said, if I am wrong, I will be the first to admit it and be super salty about it. I hope I'm not, but who knows? I'm not going to make a snap decision either way. You shouldn't either.

[raointean]

I actually love the idea that Billy and William fused instead of just body-hoping. William would have died if Billy didn't come in and they fused! I love him saying that he has a mom because adoption right 🎉

Yes! The alternative is just too sad for me. As for the adoption thing, it's NOT just this fandom that struggles to understand bio vs. adoptive parents. I'm in the Star Wars fandom and there are SO MANY PEOPLE that refer to Anakin and Padmé as Luke and Leia’s "real" parents. Meanwhile, Owen, Beru, Bail, and Breha are called kidnappers or just ignored entirely (yes, I loved the Obi-Wan show. Why do you ask?)

I think the same problem is sometimes happening in this fandom too. We know Wanda and Vision as characters and we want them to be a happy family. We do NOT know Rebecca and Jeff Kaplan nearly as well, so there's a tendency to want to take the child from the characters we don't know as well and give him to the characters we know, like, and want to be happy.

On a slightly happier note, here's all my headcanons about Billy Kaplan's life (not Billy Maximoff or William Kaplan, but the entity that is both of them)

As William's heart stopped, his soul separated from his body and was on its way to wherever Jewish people go when they die

Billy M's soul, at the same time, was fleeing because it didn't have a body to support it

He found William's body easy enough to get into (because a soul had just left it) and close enough to alive to be fixed

However, William's soul was in between Billy M and the body

Billy M could have gone around and been the only soul in the body, but he was scared, okay?

Poor guy was only a couple days old, alone for the first time ever, and his mom had just kinda killed him and the rest of his family

Long story short, Billy M crashes into William and drags them both into the body

Billy M fixes the body just enough to keep living, but doesn't bother too much about the head injury

Meanwhile, William is stuck to Billy M like silly putty when you have two different colors and, by the time they get to the hospital, the two colors have blended entirely to form a new color

There's no way to differentiate one from the other

Billy Kaplan is born!

Because Billy M didn't fix the head injury, they both have amnesia

Billy K wakes up and it's literally "no thoughts, head empty"

(Except for some lingering sensation of loneliness... like there should be something someone? else there)

But not for long because he soon discovers he can hear other people's thoughts!

Which is really funny because he doesn't know that other people can't hear his thoughts

Poor guy genuinely thinks that humans communicate via telepathy for a solid 24 hours before he gets enough weird looks that he puts two and two together

(His parents are totally aware of this

There's only so many times your kid can answer exactly the thought going through your head without you catching on

Also, this is the Marvel universe!

Shit like this just... happens sometimes

They figure he'll come to them when he's ready, and until then they'll think nice thoughts and be supportive)

Billy K spends a solid four months trying to remember who he was before, stealing memories from his parents' heads, and pretending to recover from the amnesia

(Rebecca and Jeff try so hard not to make him feel like they're just waiting for their old son to come back but...)

Four months in, Billy's at the mall with his mom on some errands and that's where he sees it

Hot Topic

He begs his mom to go in there, and it's the first really normal teenage thing he's done since the car crash so she lets him

For the first time in four months, Billy forgets all about car crashes, and memories, and hospitals, and expectations

All that exists is spiky jewelry, ripped black skinny jeans, and a million of those cheap and hilarious pins

Over time, the family settles into his "new normal" and chalk most of it up to teenage experimentation

In that three year period though, Billy can't shake the feeling that something's still missing

He feels out of place in his body, even with the new aesthetic

(He sees that one tumblr comic about the coocoo bird and cries-- a lot. It's the closest he ever gets to telling his parents about his out-of-place feeling)

He doesn't tell them though

Instead, he digs and digs into the weirdest, darkest, most demented corner of the internet

Reddit

[chaoticallyfluffy]

Silly Billy & Pocket Home?

"Silly Billy" is a compilation of the Shazamilly calling marvel "Silly Billy" in front of various other heros. If he had a heart in this form it would stop everytime because his family is literally saying his name in front of a bunch of people who dont know his identity and it takes him a second to realize he wasnt just exposed. he tries so hard to hide his panic but hes a terrible actor and his family thinks its hilarious. The Justice League think its just a childish nickname and not his actual name but Cap acts so weird every time? Does he think 'silly billy' is an insult or something?

Not sure if I’ll ever finish this one. There’s not much I can do with a single joke lol. The other fic, however…

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"Pocket home" has a bit more of a plot to it.

Billy needs a place to sleep. The rock of eternity is far too dangerous to be unconscious in thanks to the many monsters lurking in its halls, and the abandoned buildings he used to use are unsafe for similar reasons after the police start patrolling the poorer parts of Fawcett to chase away the homeless and arrest them through the night. So Billy learns how to create a pocket dimension. It’s safe from monsters and people alike and can be used as a place to store his things without risking them being stolen so he lives there from then on. Over the years his collection of items grows, as does his need to hoard even more…

A few years later…

While in a spaceship on their way to a distant star, an unexpected enemy attacks the ship. The justice league, not expecting any trouble for at least a few days, is not prepared to enter space and will all die when the ship is broken in approximately five seconds. With no time to think about consequences, Billy tosses them all into a pocket dimension, staying out to fight the unknown threat that ambushed and destroyed the most well protected spaceship in the Milky Way in seconds- all by himself.

The league is disoriented and dizzy from unexpected dimension travel and so It takes them a moment to realize they weren’t sucked into space like they by should’ve been. They look around to see where they ended up- an infinitly large void. They are standing on nothing with stars visible from all directions, almost like they’re floating or standing on some kind of invisible barrier. There are no visible walls, but a short distance away there’s a section full of items including a bed, a stuffed tiger, and many many boxes full of items. Almost like someone lives here.

Did Marvel just punt them into the void? Specifically his home in the void?

Cue the justice league snooping through the items in an attempt to find a way out.. With the sheer amount of stuff there is here it’s gonna take a while, but it’s been hours now and Captain Marvel still hasn’t come to let them out so they likely won’t be caught any time soon.

…that’s definitely something they should be worried about.

The fic follows the justice league as they try to find a way to survive in this strange place while searching for a way out to save their friend. If there’s any friend left to save, that is, and with every second they sit there with no sign of rescue the less likely that seems. Watch as they slowly piece together the life of their most mysterious friend, one trinket at a time.

(Details may change drastically. I think this fic has a lot of potential and if it takes me completely rewriting it to reach that potential, so be it!)

[jewishgirlrevolt]

9-1--1 Episode 5 Thoughts SPOILERS

This episode was so ridiculous. But I loved it.

Hen and Karen's conflict, I thought was a bit unnecessary considering they already went through the whole, we know why Hen is meant to be a paramedic. But ok fair. The agony and stress I felt when we found out Denny was hurt... like not ok, Tim. Stop hurting the Wilsons, they need a break. The makeup on Tracie was so good. The COSTUMES! I think Aisha noted it in her interview how amazing the wardrobe department was, and she is 1000% correct.

Jee is the cutest Toto, and i love that the Wilsons and the Hans are this blended family and that Jee is close with Mara.

Tommy Kinard is a treasure and I love him. When Buck says "Oh, so I am gross." He looks actually a little offended by the accusation. The whole Billy Boils thing was so silly, but then again this is the show that had a Ghost call 9-1-1 so its fine. We'll take it.

I love Eddie and Tommy's friendship. Buck has never had a relationship like this, with his partner and his best friend getting along.

Tommy did not hesitate for a second to take care of Buck and even slept on the couch in case Buck needed anything, because he had to sleep on the chair. This was very sweet. The man brought him coffee and avocado toast. This man is a keeper.

I find it hilarious that Buck doesn't even think about going to a dermatologist cause he's so convinced it's a curse. Tommy really does keep up with Buck, he thought the curse thing was silly. But he still put on a tux and drove Buck to a cemetery and asked the corpse to lift he curse off his boyfriend. He may be a skeptic but he covered his bases.

[toomanyscarymovies]

Go away. You're so fucking annoying.

hey babe can we go buy more knives

@stu-mutt-cher

Ignoring your question, don't fucking call me that.

[rigginsstreet]

billy and steve both babysitting holly for whatever reason (or steves babysitting and billys just tagging along cuz he wants some time with his boyfriend dammit) and holly having a meltdown cuz she wants mcdonalds and steves like "no your mom said no junk food!" which only makes holly wail louder and starts up a chant of "chi! cken! nu! ggies! chi! cken! nu! ggies!" that billy joins in on because hes a little shit who thinks this whole thing is hilarious.

so its billy and holly banging their fists on the coffee table chanting about chicken nuggies over and over until steve feels like his brains about to bleed out through his ears and he yells, which gets the two to shut up. until billy looks at him all stonefaced like "i believe the young lady wants chicken nuggies, steven"

and thats how the three of them end up driving half an hour out of town to the closest mcdonalds, holly in the backseat of the beemer happily eating her chicken nuggies while billy wolfs down 3 apple pies and steves angrily and loudly slurping a giant coke and shoving french fries into his mouth

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Gremlins, 1984

Pairing: Charlie Swan x Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Notes: He always looks mildly disappointed its hilarious

Charlie stood off to the side of the party, for being inconspicuous, the Cullens sure knew how to throw a Christmas party. Bella absolutely forced him to come, saying she needed someone to brood with in the corner. He watched as Edward held her close, she stood on his toes as he danced with her to the slow song. 

Ew. 

He sips his champagne, looking around at everyone. They were all dressed so nicely, but even in his best suit, he still felt undressed. Why did he ever let Bella talk him into going to this stupid party? He didn’t even have Billy there to make fun of people with. 

“Mind if I hide with you?” 

He looks around for the sound of the voice before eventually looking down. 

Oh. 

“Uh yeah, sure” 

He scoots over a little and you stand next to him, sipping your champagne quietly. It’s pretty easy to check you out from this height, your hair is done up nicely, and he can see little specks of glitter in it. His eyes trail down to the off-the-shoulder, sequins-covered, red dress you’re wearing. The slit is dangerously high and you’re cinched in almost sinfully, your curves perfectly presented in the floor-length gown. 

He leans against the wall, sipping from his glass before clearing his throat. 

“You uh… friends with the Cullens? Don’t think I’ve seen you ‘round here before” 

You look up at him, taking a couple tiny steps backward to be next to him. He stands tall and turns to you, looking into your pretty lavender eyes and trying his damndest to ignore your plush chest on display. 

“Yeah actually! I’m friends with Rosalie and Emmett! I would be friends with Edward too if he wasn’t always acting like a moody emo teen, and that’s an insult to moody emo teens ” 

You giggle stepping to the side and hiding behind him a bit as Edward glares in your direction. Charlie snickers and looks down at you, watching you narrow your eyes at him until he turns away. 

“What about you?” You ask, coming out from your little hiding place when the coast is clear “How did you end up here?”

“I’m uh- I’m Bella’s- dad” He’s not sure why he’s hesitating to admit it? Being a dad was the single most important thing he’d ever done in his life, he was proud of his daughter! So… why didn’t he want you to know that? 

Your eyes widen a little and you look at him, before looking back at Bella and Edward. 

“Oh!…oh,” You say quietly and he knocks back the rest of his champagne, setting his glass down on the floating trays and grabbing a new one. That… stung? Your reaction stung and he’s not sure why but it’s definitely irritating him a little bit. 

It’s… incredibly awkward for a moment before you take another sip of your drink, staring down into the glass sheepishly. 

“Uhhh sorry I kinda made fun of your son-in-law” 

“At least I know I can trust you” He mumbles around his glass and you toss your head back and laugh as he sticks his hand out. 

“Charlie”

“Y/N” You smile up at him, shaking his hand.  It’s so warm and strong, he bends forward, kissing your knuckles and you nearly burst right there. He gives you a wink and you shyly pull your hand away, your cheeks flushing as you turn back toward the dance floor. 

“You know um- you don’t…if you don’t mind me saying, you don’t look old enough to be a dad. You look um, really, uh- good for your age. You know whatever your age is or whatever” 

That gets his attention again, he looks down at you, looking over your figure and your eyes meet his, he doesn’t even care you’ve caught him staring. 

“I’m not a dinosaur you know” He scoffs and you laugh, reaching out and placing your hand on his arm as you stumble a little.  He takes your glass away, putting it on the tray, his hand settling on your waist to steady you. 

“I’m not saying you are!“ 

“Uh huh sure and I’m just supposed to believe you’re puttin’ the moves on me?” He chuckles and you suddenly shut up, your cheeks turning pinker, his laugh dies down and he looks at you 

“Wait are you actually-“ 

“Do you dance, Charlie?” You ask suddenly, blurting it out and he looks over, the song they’re playing is another slow one, it’s more intimate than the last few slow ones that had played 

“No?” He says, but you’re pulling on his hand, dragging him from the safety of his corner and to the dance floor. His feet have a mind of their own as he follows after you because his actual mind is screaming with giant red lights flashing that this is a bad idea you’re way too young for him. 

But suddenly you’re wrapping your arms around his torso and lying your head on his chest, and he can’t help but sway you to the music. He can feel you humming the old song softly, your eyes closing slowly. Oh, you have to be drunk as hell, or maybe Bella put you up to it. But you didn’t know who he was?? So maybe she didn’t? He doesn’t know- god he just knows that having your body pressed into his is…doing things to him. Things he hasn’t experienced in a while. 

You look up at him, your chin on his chest “I think you dance pretty well” 

“Thanks… so do you” He cups your face, and you smile, leaning into his hands. You sway softly together, and he wraps his arm around your waist and takes your hand, suddenly dancing isn’t so bad. Technically this wasn’t even dancing, it was just… enjoying being close to someone. 

Your hand is so soft in his, you’re so soft, so delicate, he’s afraid he’ll break you. Neither of you realizes the song has ended until Bella and Edward come over, You pull away reluctantly and he lets go of you, suddenly feeling cold.

“Oh hey, Bels. Edward” Charlie greets him with a nod 

“I see you’ve met Y/N” He looks at you and you glare up at him, your nose scrunching 

“I s’pose yeah” 

“How’d you convince him to dance??” Bella scoffs in his direction and he rolls his eyes 

“It was easy!” You look up at him, your hands still connected “I just asked, and didn’t take no for an answer”  

“I’m impressed” She nods and Edward rolls his eyes as he looks away from you, he steps back, pulling Bella with him and she follows after 

“You two enjoy yourselves” she calls out as he loses her in the crowd

“Wonder what that was about” Charlie mumbles and you shrug 

“That Eddy is one weird guy”

“Eddy?” Charlie looks at you and you snicker, pulling him away from the dance floor 

“He hates when I call him that” 

If you told Charlie that one day he’d be out on a balcony, holding onto the hips of a pretty little thing who decided she had no choice but to sit on the stone railing while it was lightly snowing making her look like a damn Angel…

He’d book you for public intoxication… and bothering him. 

But here he was, holding onto your hips, standing between your legs, and getting closer by the second. You wrap your arms around his neck, just, “casually” placing them there and his fingers tighten on your hips just “trying to keep you safe” 

“Thanks for coming out here with me, I know it’s kinda cold but I just needed some fresh air,” You tell him, looking up at the sky, you close your eyes as little snowflakes fall on your skin, landing gently on your long lashes.

“You look pretty,” He says, and he sounds so dumb when he says it, he just knows he does, but you do, and he needs to tell you that.

“Hm?” You lift your head to look at him, blinking the sparkly droplets away

“I said, you look pretty” He repeats himself, lower this time, and you melt for him. 

“Why thank you, you look pretty too”

“Oh, I do huh?” He smiles, teasing you and you giggle, nodding as you cup his face 

“Mhm, think you cleanup so so nicely” 

“Hey Mr. S!” Your quiet conversation is interrupted by Emmett and Rosalie, she takes one look at the two of you and whacks him in the chest, growling something under her breath. 

“Babe! I was just trying to help a homie out!” He points upward and you both look up, how the hell he missed that he has no idea, but right above your head, there’s mistletoe hanging from the fairy lights 

“Did he just call you his “homie” you whisper, biting your lip to keep from laughing and Charlie sighs loudly, closing his eyes. 

“He did. Yeah” 

Emmett’s very… very loud help has attracted a little crowd, all eagerly waiting, Charlie turns for a second, looking at all of them before looking back to you, an uneasy look on his face. 

“Is this weird? This feels weird” he says and you giggle, nodding 

“Oh yeah no it’s kinda weird” 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Emmett starts a chant and others join in, Rosalie pinches the bridge of her nose, before turning on her heel and stalking back into the building and Charlie lets his head fall on your shoulder for a second before straightening back up 

“Look I’m not gonna force you to-“ 

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as your lips connect with his, it takes him a second to kiss back, moving his lips against yours slowly, tasting you in one of the ways he’d been dreaming of doing all night. You taste like strawberries and something even sweeter and he never wants this to end. 

You finally pull away slowly and the small crowd cheers before going back to their business, but your eyes stay focused on his.

“Woo! Get it Mr. S!” Emmett yells before heading back inside to find Rosalie, and try to talk her down from the mega beat down he knows he’s gonna receive. 

“Get it, Mr. S??” Charlie repeats awkwardly as you both watch him walk in and you laugh, trying not to choke on air 

“He’s really rooting for you” 

“I regret telling him he could watch a baseball game with me” 

“How many times?” 

Charlie turns back around “Legitimately once, he was at the house by himself and decided to come bother me… I suppose we’ve been “homies” ever since…”

“Please never say that again” You snort and he puts his hands back on your hips. 

“What? Homie?” He teases, getting closer and you wrap your arms around his neck again, groaning softly 

“Oh my god yes, it sounds so weird coming from you”

“What’s wrong with expressing my feelings huh? My homie Emmett really came through” Your head falls onto his shoulder as you wriggle in his arms, laughing and dying at the same time 

“Nooo please stop oh my god” 

“You promise to be my homie if I do?” 

“Yes!” You laugh, holding onto him tighter “I promise”

“You gotta say it…and seal it with a kiss” He nudges you and you sit up again, looking into his eyes 

“I promise I’ll be your homie if you stop saying it for the rest of our lives” You kiss him again, this time more intensely now that you’re alone again. He squeezes your hips possessively, his tongue wrapping around yours. You moan softly, your hands carding through his soft black hair and tugging on the ends. You pull his head back and start kissing his neck, sucking and biting to leave behind dark bruises and he moans, it’s so deep and sexy, it sends a shiver up your spine. 

“You wanna take this somewhere else?” You whisper seductively while nibbling his ear and he nods, hopelessly lost in you. 

“Yeah… I know a great storage closet” 

You giggle and slip down off the railing, he pushes you against it, his hands sliding over your waist and kissing you again, he can’t get enough of you and you have absolutely no problem with it. He finally pulls away again and takes your hand, pulling you after him, you have to take quick little steps to match his long strides as you weave through the party. 

“Oh, Dad! Hey,” Bella stops him and you bounce off his back with a squeak, Edward catches you and sets you back on your feet and Charlie looks over to Bella. 

“Uh- Hey, kiddo what’s- what’s up?” He’s still holding your hand and Edward doesn’t miss the way he squeezes it gently, a message.

“I’ve been looking for you, wanted to know if you wanna hang out a bit? I know I’ve kinda been blowing you off…”

You turn your head up at Edward, narrowing your eyes at him, screaming your…very interesting thoughts at him and he gags a little before reaching for Bella. 

“Why don’t we go find something to eat?” 

“Yeah, why don’t you go find something to eat?” Charlie echoes and she looks at them both like they’re insane 

“Something? To eat?” She says slowly and Edward leans down to whisper something in her ear, you tug on Charlie’s hand and pull on him gently and his feet start moving.  

“I’ll catch up with you later okay?” 

Bella looks between the two of you before whipping her head around to Edward who shakes his head, looking nauseous and Charlie knows he knows what’s going on.

“I didn’t tell her…everything. Just said you needed to have a conversation with her.” 

He hears Edward’s voice in his head and he gives him an awkward thumbs up before following after you. 

“I’ll come find you!” 

He walks faster, ahead of you, and out into the hallways, it’s quieter here, you’re almost sure he can hear your heartbeat as he leads you down the hallway, further away from all the noise.

“You sure know your way around here,” You tell him, and he chuckles

“Kinda my job to know the ins and outs of places” 

He stops in front of a door and reaches into his pocket, his keys jingle as he pulls them out, searching for an odd-looking one and unlocking the door. 

“Skeleton key” he waves it as he puts it back in his pocket and holds the door open for you, flicking on the lights”

It’s clean in there, and the air feels cool. There are a few shelves with various towels and tablecloths. It’s like a glorified linen closet. 

“Hey, you were right! You did know a good closet,” you giggle, leaning your back against the wall. You look up at him, giving him a little come-here motion with your finger.

He unbuttons his coat, sliding it off his shoulders and setting it on one of the shelves before coming over to you, holding your face in his hands. 

“You, are… gorgeous” He mumbles before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You melt into him, eagerly unbuttoning his shirt and running your fingers over his chest. 

“Oh… you’re- you’re really” You gesture to his chest, your cheeks flushed and he smirks, taking your hand and placing it on his hardening bulge. 

“And what about this?” 

You look down slowly, your mouth watering “Ohh…my god” 

“You think you can handle it?” He whispers in your ear, kissing the shell of it and lifting your dress at the slit, he gathers it around your waist and hands it to you. 

You hold onto your dress, feeling his hand sliding down your thigh, and stroking the smooth skin softly, before rubbing higher. You squirm a little and he kisses your forehead. 

“Patience, honeybee” He walks his fingers up your thigh torturously slow before they finally come into contact with the edge of your panties, you feel him brush his fingers lightly against where you need him most, pressing the hot, wet, fabric against your dripping lips.

“It’s so sticky” He murmurs in your ear “so wet and perfect…” He teases your clit, working it in little circles and you hold onto his arms, rolling your hips on his fingers. Your head falls back against the wall, panting softly as he works you up with skilled precision, bringing you right to the edge. 

He pulls his hand away from you and you whine as he brings it up, licking your slick from his fingers.

“Well don’t you taste just as good as you look?” he purrs, and you squeeze your legs together for any sort of friction. His voice drops a couple octaves as he whispers into your ear, while you unbuckle his belt as fast as your hands can 

“Ah ah, slow down” He puts his hands over yours, slowing your movements “Unwrap it just like a present under the Christmas tree” 

You huff at him but do as he says, pulling his zipper down slowly. His cock strains against his underwear, begging you to release it. 

“Have you been a good girl this year? He hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your head up. 

“The best!! I promise!!” You nod frantically and he reaches back, taking his coat from the shelves again and placing it on the floor in front of you 

“Prove it for me” 

You get on your knees and look up at him, smiling sweetly and pulling down his boxers. His cock pops out, free from the confines of his boxers and your eyes widen as you stare at it. He’s so beautifully sculpted, long and hard, the tip leaking precum and you gasp softly. 

“Holy shit” you whisper and he presses the tip of his cock against your lips, rubbing it along them teasingly

“Come on good girl, open wide and show me you deserve your presents” 

You stroke him a couple times before wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking it shyly, you pull away and kiss it, making out with the tip before taking more of him in.

His eyes roll back and he puts his hand on your head, pushing his cock further into your mouth. He rubs your hair and moans quietly before gathering it around his fist and using your face.

“Jesus Christ honeybee” He moans and it occurs to him that it’s been….an embarrassingly long time since he’s done this and he doesn’t think he’s gonna last very long, not with the little choking noises you make as he moves his hips, thrusting into your mouth. 

You hold onto his thighs, bobbing your head as you swallow his cock, you look up at him, your eyes watering slightly as he pushes his cock down your throat and holds it there for a second. You run your tongue along his shaft while moaning softly, sending little vibrations through his body and fuck is he about to cum.

He braces his arm against the wall, rocking his hips into your mouth steadily, as he picks up the pace fucking your face faster and chasing his high. This isn’t gentlemanly, this isn’t the way he was raised, you let the lady cum first but the second you pull him closer, your head against the wall taking him all the way down with your nose buried in the soft curls he’s gone. He holds your hair tighter, biting his fist as he fucks your face, moaning louder than he should and cumming down your throat to the sounds of you choking on him. 

He holds it there for a minute, listening to you gagging and whimpering before he pulls away from you with a satisfying wet pop and you look up at him swallowing every last drop as you stare into his eyes. He can see the blazing fire in yours, the little tears streaming down your face. This night is definitely far from over. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me honeybee”

You arrange his jacket as a little place to sit, panting harshly as you try to catch your breath. He sits next to you with a soft groan and you lean your head on his shoulder, snuggling into him. 

“I’m uh, sorry that-” he clears his throat awkwardly and you start to giggle as his cheeks turn pink and he whacks your thigh. 

“I'm trying to apologize here!” 

“For what?? that was sooo good” Your voice is a little hoarse, but you seem incredibly pleased and it makes his cock twitch. 

Thank god. 

“I didn’t- I mean, I came kinda fast don’t you think? Not to mention you haven’t” 

“I dunno, I think it’s pretty sexy” You tease, poking his thigh and he leans his head on yours, taking your hand in his.

“Sexy?” He scoffs and you nod, shaking both your heads 

“Definitely! I was so irresistible you couldn’t help but cum down my throat…and if I’m being honest you lasted waaaay longer than I thought you would”

His mouth drops open and he sits up, looking at you “Excuse me?! I think I did pretty damn good”

“Oh yeah sure definitely!” You start giggling again and he gets up, you laugh as he uses the wall for support and he kicks your foot 

“We’ll see whose laughing when we get back to my place” 

“And just what does that mean?” 

He helps you up and gives you a snarky little look as your knees crack and you kick at his leg. He grabs your wrists with one hand and spins you, pinning you to the wall and sliding his hand into your panties, sinking his long fingers inside you. 

“It means I’m gonna be gettin’ a whole lotta calls about a woman screaming” 

[gorjee-art]

Your concept of The Lamb is great. I really like its design and story.

However, I wonder if The Lamb is aware of his past lives? Does he remember those he left and have any feelings towards them? Does he happen to miss anyone?

I like to imagine that Lamb once they do ascend, is pretty much just- nature! Kind of like a state of nirvana, the closest I imagine to how the Elder God's internal thought process goes is Jake in Nirvana! Or even Master Oogway in the Spirit Realm (as they are both huge inspirations for how I go about Lamb's interpretation)

That pure state of no longer needing any mortal vices, free from emotion except bliss, just...light! Their life is over, they died, they've become something much more and their soul is at peace. Vengeance has been served and forgiveness was given, they have nothing that binds them to keep living anymore, no more unfinished business. Many followers seem to forget that their leader...is dead! Undead, more accurately through the power of the One Who Waits, but regardless they're hollow, cold, and don't need to eat nor sleep. Once the crown overtakes them, that's it! Finito! Granted:

@vxredemption's fanfic has got me thinking of possible ways to "awaken" Lamb during that Elder God state, as even Jake was tempted with...hilariously. Gum. A mortal vice. Mayhaps with strong emotion, or plea, or overall something just as silly as gum of all things, can temporarily return lamb's silly billy ways as a spirit comes to visit relatives.

In short, they don't remember...but they can, the question is...how!