#but theres a line SOMEWHERE out there (wait i think i know where) about how like

[straykats]

screaming crying throwing up bc online friends are so weird like why cant i hug u guys this is so stupid

[shoezuki]

Dya have any more headcanons for sampard?

Maybe ideas on how they fell for one another. Would you see it as an X fell first but Y fell harder or a flirting for fun but realising you've caught feelings?

Or have ya got an entirely different view on it! :D Oooooo. Do you perhaps have a timeline for how they traverse the "enemies" to friends to lovers stages.

Can you tell I love all your ideas and headcanons T-T

thankyou anon i am ghglg. im in love w u now. yes i have Many Ideas bout these two bastards like i have so many thoughts you cannot believe. like i have a post drafted where i write hcs when im bored and headin to class lkshglhg. heres some hcs

sampo falls in love first. very, very early in when he is new to the planet and is just drawing the attention of the silvermanes. It's not exactly some 'love at first sight' thing its more like the first time gep almost catches him sampo thinks 'oh he's cute' and a few times after that he's like 'wait im enjoying this. a lot.' and its downhill from there

whether sampo Realizes it is another thing tho. i can see him just enjoying the attention and thrill of evading the silvermanes and not realizing his disappointment when gepard isnt there is cuz hes infatuated w gepard.

but he Would realize it. at some point itd hit him like. why he enjoys the chase so much n lets himself Almost get caught. why hes memorized gep's schedule and where he patrols the most. and it hits him n hes like 'oh fuck. what the fuck. holy shit.... well anyways.'

(probably freaks out to seele over drinks but he's too incomprehensible through his tears n she has no clue what hes whining about)

Sampo flirts and teases gepard unabashedly, kisses grenades before throwing them into gep's arms, saying 'woah youre so strong geppie' while gep punches the wall behind him narrowly missing his face, leaves notes with lipstick marks on em at crime scenes, all that stuff.

but for sampo. it isnt supposed to actually Go anywhere. he knows he likes gepard more than he should and its kinda just to scratch that itch in his heart yknow.

sampo very much thinks that. gepard is the captain of the silvermanes, a wellknown and noble person in belobog, and sampo's a slimy secretive conman that just enjoys pushing the captains buttons. theres no hope for anything more so he might as well enjoy flustering the captain right?

gepard on the other hand. doesnt allow himself to really think of sampo as anything else but a criminal. it takes a long Long time for him to realize he even feels anythin for him

gepard does look forward to trying to bust sampo, though, in a sort of frustrated way. sometimes the front lines or patrols are so monotonous and sampo's tendency to appear whenever gep's bored out of his mind is impressive

he is insistant on arresting sampo and 'bringing him to justice' to an obsessive degree, though. he's not even typically assigned to investigating criminal cases but he has basically inserted himself into bein the lead investigator of any sampo related case now

(intelligence officers and detectives and other silvermane's are so used to it now. they could be investigating a house fire or a break in, find a note with lipstick marks on it and curly writing, and they all just sigh and call gepard.)

sometimes other worry that his insistence on arresting sampo and how dedicated to it is concerning. they ask why he hates sampo so much n he just says 'hes the most prolific criminal in belobog and needs to be apprehended'

(he cant say he hates him, though. for some reason. he cant figure out why he thinks about sampo so much. he just figures its to arrest him)

gep finds himself starting to relax when sampo sends him on wild goose chases n they both leave other guards in the dust. its probably not intentional, how sampo always seems to draw him away to somewhere quiet and secluded when his head is killing him or he's stressed or exhausted.

(its intentional)

sampo falls first, but gepard is absolutely the one who initiates.

i imagine it'd take... something for gepard to reconsider sampo and let himself think about sampo outside of his criminal record

during a chase out in the snow plains, just sampo laughing and taunting him as gep tries to hunt him down, they get bombarded by fragmentum monsters

sampo holds his own; he fights with a sort of viciousness gep has never seen from him. his bombs arent just smoke, but powerful explosives that shatter fragmentum. he's insanely fast and doesnt even break a sweat. but as soon as theyre all dead he pretends he's exhausted and that gep needs to carry him back to the city before giggling and vanishing.

gepard realizes that this whole time sampo has been holding back. he realizes that sampo could easily cut through the silvermanes, use his lethal bombs or easily outpace gepard and outrun him.

he starts thinking about other things sampo does; how natasha mentions he delivers medicine to him, how lynx sometimes talks about finding supplies and food in hidden ruins and obvious places around her camp, or the notes sampo leaves and how they sometimes give hidden hints about other criminal operations the silvermanes have been tryin to investigate.

he doesnt know what to make of it, what sampo wants or why he's doing this. the next time sampo sends him running through abandoned streets in belobog he slows down, realizes that sampo also slows to his pace so gepard keeps chasing him.

gepard asks point blank at some point, what in the hell sampo wants from him, why he's doing this. sampo doesnt know how to answer. just shrugs and says hes just trying to have some fun.

from then on gepard and sampo's 'chases' tend to... dissolve. sometimes gepard just sits down and takes a moment to forget about being the captain, to relax. Sampo acts like a skittish, stray cat who's ready to bolt until he eventually relaxes as sits by gepard too.

gepard collects all sampo's notes, all the fragments of his bombs with the hearts painted on metal shells, and keeps them as 'evidence' in his desk.

sampo pushes his luck constantly; as soon as gepard relaxes or gives him any room to get closer, he takes and takes as much as he can get.

gepard catches sampo, entirely on accident, when he's off duty. climbing out of a window or something. and sampo freezes but gepard just says 'hey i'm not working now, i can't arrest you.'

(they both know it's a lie. being out of uniform never stopped gepard before.)

sampo starts just appearing more and more around gepard when he's off duty, showing up walking alongside him like he's been there the whole time, or just 'passing by' when gep is in the florist's shop.

gepard leaves his window open. sampo takes the invitation and crawls in and strange hours when gepard cant sleep. he just sits on the couch or a chair or stands there like he is a foreign intruder. gepard just nods and makes him some tea.

when it would hit gepard, that he's in love with sampo and has been for a while, he'd just blurt it out. 'huh. i think ive fallen in love with you'. and sampo would erupt into flames and kiss him so hard his lips bruise

[scremogirl]

✧✩🜚𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 🜸𖤐✰

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

Malleus realizing he has a crush on you pt. 2

Slight ☹︎. Leona takes the L. Theres not much I have to say this time. Make sure to read the note at the end. Make sure to read the first part here Enjoy loves!

“Do you like them?”

Huh?

“Do. You. Like. Them. It is a very straight forward statement, is it not, Kingscholar?”

Now, Malleus has never been one for confrontation. His tone has a certain edge to it, not that he means to of course; it’s just when Leona sits there with that dumb look of confusion and flusteredness on his face, he feels like he’s wasting his time.

“Why would you ask me something like that!?”

“It's quite simple to understand is it not? I have feelings for them; and if you do too, then well… it’ll cause a…problem,” Leona looks at him incredulously at the accusation. He’s a little stunned that Malleus is so open with his feelings. Especially that he’s talking to himself of all people. The snippy little tone he’s using is what’s throwing him off.

“Even if I did I wouldn’t tell you,” says the prince rolling his eyes, voice gruff with irritation. Malleus sighs realizing his approach was just a little hostile. He won’t continue to argue so he tries to get back on topic.

“I apologize. Maybe my approach was a little strong,”

“Ya think?” Malleus glares.

“*sigh* Look. I have feelings for the prefect and am planning to confess to them at the school's fair. I want to know how you feel so there aren't any problems in the future,” Leona doesn’t know what to say. Who couldn’t find you cute. I mean, with your smile and that dumb little laugh, how you always check on him, how you bring him food when he hasn’t eaten, how-… damn. Leona’s a respectable guy, his honor and pride mean the most to him. So, the fact Malleus is being so willing to speak about this man to man, knowing the way he feels about him, makes Leona respect his fellow prince a little more.

Leona’s not dumb. Yes, he’s a bit lazy but he’s not dense. He’s been keeping a keen eye on you and Malleus’s relationship. At first he was jealous, envious even. Malleus could have anything he wants, so why take the one thing Leona feels like is his own. Always being second place he felt like he deserved this. That was until the other day.

You two were in your usual spot; the botanical garden. It was late and you two were just there enjoying each other's company. Looking up through the glass, waiting for the starts to come, he thought this was the perfect time to confess. He wanted to take his shot before it was too late but little did he know, his time had already run out.

“Do you believe in true love?” …?

“Do. You. Believe in. True love,” The question catches him guard , where is this coming from?

“Uh, no? I don’t know. All that “fate” bullcrap is just what people tell themselves to make them feel more secure in a relationship. It’s a bunch of bologne if you ask me… which you are,” you just hum still keeping your gaze on the stars. He’s about to ask why but again, you cut him off.

“I’m not sure I believe in it either,” so why ask what he thinks?

“It’s just… sometimes I think that maybe there’s one person out there just for me. That the universe tied a little red string around are hearts pulling us close together little by little,” you look down to your feet with a shy, soluem smile, lips pursed together in a tight line. It doesn’t reach your eyes but they do hold a softest in them as they narrow just a little. He thinks you look beautiful he wants to scream it to you, but something tells him you’re going somewhere with this so he doesn’t interrupt.

“I know it’s dumb, trust me I do. But…”

“But what?” You avoid his question. You shift your gaze back up to him this time. Green eyes meeting yours in a silent staring contest. You blink first.

“Do you… do you like me?”

Huh?

“What?!” He raises his voice a bit, tone is mixed with surprise and exasperation. He sits up straighter, eyes widening a bit. Hands that were stabilizing him earlier come up and his formerly sprawled out legs are tucked behind him so he can face you.

Yes. yes he does

“N-No! What would make you think that!?” This is the whole reason why he invited you here. Did you find out? How did you know? Did Ruggy tell you? Maybe Jack? All these questions running through his mind and you just giggle that stupid giggle of yours.

“No, silly, that’s not what I meant,”

“Then why not clarify that before!” Again you just giggle.

“What I meant to say is… well… do you think I’m attractive? Do you think I could find someone even if I’m so different from everyone else here?”

“Do you…do you think I could find true love?” He stares at you for a while unblinking until he returns to his original position, heaving a big sigh along the way.

“Yea, why not. Even if I don’t believe in fate stuff; I know you if all people could find someone. Your too sweet for your own good, just make sure no ever takes advantage of that,”

“Thanks, Leona,” your smile reaches you eyes this time. Your reach up to rub at his ears teasingly to lower the somewhat awkward tension. He just bats your hand away with a light blush.

“Yea… no problem,” again you two ease back into that comfortable silence. Now’s the time.

“(Y/n), I-“

“Child of a Man?” What’s with everyone cutting him off?! Who's that anyways… goddamnit not him… not Mal-

“Malleus!” You hop up to your feet rushing over to him with an even more genuine smile from the one you gave him not too long ago.

“Hello, (Y/n); Kingscholar,” he just huffed, why did he decide to come now?

“I didn’t mean to intrude,” …yes you did.

“It’s alright Mal, what is it?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come to the garden with me, but as I see, you are busy,”

“I’m sorry, Mal. Maybe next ti-“

“Just go” It was his time to cut someone of this time, although he wished it was that stupid fae prince.

“No, Leona. This is our ti-“

“Go. It’s fine; I’ll see you tomorrow anyways,” you looked back and forth between him and Mallues. You tried to make a step towards him but he just glared at you. You gave him a sadden look and sighed before turning around and falling into step with Malleus. Not before shooting him a quick goodbye, he just waved his hand dismissively. He layed down looking up at the stars that have now shown themselves. Perfect timing huh? Now he knew why you asked him, of course it wasn’t intended for himself. It was Malleus, you liked Malleus. He sat there just reveling in the realization. His fist tightened and brows furrowed. Why does he always get the short end of the stick? But… then again he couldn’t be mad at you. Or Malleus. His posture relaxed. Sure, he had feelings for you but he wouldn’t let that get in the way of you being happy. If it's with that stuck up, posh fae from Disomania, so be it. He just wants you to be happy.

“Nah… I don’t like them. It’s all you man,”

Malleus just hums, not fully convinced but he knows better than to push his luck.

“Very well then. Have a good rest of your evening, Leona,” that was the first time in a while Malleus has used his name. First name at least. A silent way to communicate his appreciation. He watches Mallues walk away; a slight pep in his step. Although he was to late, Leona knows if he can’t be the one to love you, Mallues would be a good second.

There will be a part 3 of this. I didnt know if I should’ve put this under the series tags or not because I don’t really consider it as one. There is more than two parts to this tho so maybe I will. For right now I’ll just link the first post and by the time the third one comes out, maybe before, I’ll decide how to tag it.

Thank you all ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎.

-Love, Sosa❤️

[hirik0]

Lost in the Labyrinth

Minotaur Price/ Human Graves

Long one shot

NSFW: Monsterfucking, size diffrent, lots of stamina, dracyphilia, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, after care

Minos Labyrinth is a popular club, where creaturs and humans can meet each other to hook up. Phillip Graves just turned 22, left the small town in Texas hes from and never partied the way you do in the city. Hes wearing nothing special, a jeans that shows of his ass and a dark blue button down. He bounces his feet in exitment waiting to get in, the line is already longer then he thought for how early it is. The night is still young and he only planns to stay for 3 hours, getting a feeling for the place and if this is his something he wants to do more often. Remembering the facts of the club, humans have to choose a bracelett to signal if they are open to flirt with creatures, hes still depating if he wants a red or a yellow one. With a red one he ccould just enjoy the stay, dance a bit and have fun, the yellow one would also give him a feeling of how agrressiv the creaturs flirt with humans. Hes getting closer to the door and he has to make a choice soon and a small nervous knot is filling his insides. He never was at a party where humans and creature mix coming from a small all human town. The bouncer looks human, but he is pretty sure both of them are shifters not that it really matters he will not bang anyone working here. He shows them his ID, and the bigger shifter is looking at him and the picture.

"Bracelet color?", he grunts.

"Yellow", Graves answer holding out his right arm. Theres no going back now, peopele will flirt with him. If he dont like to night he will give it one ore two more tries bevore he would stop going.

"Have a good night and no fights." The bouncer warns him and Graves nods and smiles at him. Hes in.

Price sits in the VIP area looking at the crowed, its early the dance floor not even full yet. He likes to come early, having a good look at the monster and human partying. To pick out who he goes after so he can saticefy his sex drive. Having a high one as a minotauer, often having severall people moaning under him every time hes here. Perk of beeing a VIP is he can get a room in the club, so no need to get somewhere. He already booked his usall one. He sees, the human walk in, dirty blond hair, yellow braclett, tight pans that show of his ass. He huffs he normaly dont goes after somebody with a yellow braclett, but he also never saw him here before. From expirinece he knows that humans need 10 to 15 vistes to go from yellow to green, if they ever come back. He only ever puts the work in to them when they have a green one. He has needs and just talking with a human that needs that long is just a waste of time. He goes towards the bar, his favoirte bartender the wolfshifter, John "Soap" MacTavish, working in the VIP eare tonight.

"I know that look, you found a somebody that catched your eye." Soap greats him, grinning knowingly.

"Yellow, so why bother?", Price shuts Soaps shenannigans down.

"So get to know the human and then still be the first to stick it in", Soap conters.

"Not my style Soap." Price reminds him, Soap nods, starting to make Price drink of choice till he frezzes, having a big grin on his face. Bad news, means he has an idea or bet to propose.

"I bet if you holt it back for a while and then fuck the human first, it will be way better then do what 5 to 8 in a singel night." Soap shares his bet.

"Not my fault you cant to it more then ones a night." Price trys to sound as unintressted as possibel in Soaps bet. Soap is narowing his eyes, before he nods to himself.

"How about I get the misterious Werewolf before the human is changing from yellow to green." Soap proposes his next bet, knowing htat Price cant stay away from a good bet. His grin getting better when he sees that Price is thinking about it.

"Can I try to influence the human to change the color or do i have to wait till he does it on his own?"

"You can talk with him, but he has to change the braclett by his own free will" With that Price is holding out his hand, they have a deal. Hes also pretty sure that he will have a better chance then Soap, because the werewlf only visted twice so far. Soap shakes his hand they have a deal and then gives Price his drink.

"What does the winner get from the loser?", Price asks and Sopa nods at this mishivious smile on his face.

"Needs to pay for a stay in one of the deluxe private rooms for the other", Soap says and well now Price really dont want to lose. Maybe he should have asked this before he agreed, now its to late. Price returns his palce in he VIP area, watching the human. He probablly wont talk to him to night. The human is talking with some shifter, his cheecks a pretty shade of pink. It looks like the human is in good comapny for now and honestly he rather has the human return to meet friends then him being here for one night, because somebody is coming of to strong. Hes pretty sure the its the first time his prey the human is in a club like this. He should get his name, just calling him the human feels so unpersonal. The night is young and he has time.

Graves is not sure what to think about the two feline shifter hes talking too, they make him fell like they are preying on him. They are still asking questions to test his boundaries with the yellow bracelet.

"God, I remember when we lift in a majorety human town, most of them were really chill, but some thing creaturs and human should not interact with each other, living in a big city is way better. The humans are also a lot more open minded. Are you open minded Phillip?", the bigger one, Finn, purrs. Graves frowns at this, not sure if they use the same deffention of open minded here.

"Open minded as in more accepting?", Graves trys to get some clarification.

"I guess you can say it like that", Finn claryfies, and the tone of his voice makes Graves pretty sure its about something sexuell. He dont like it, he needs to get out of this conversation, its a lot fuller now so he really wants to chat with some other people. He looks around, despreatly for a topic change. He looks up to the VIP area and well its his best shoot really.

"What are VIP befits?" Leaving Finns question unansered.

"Own, bar, extra area, people thinging they are important, special rooms to fuck", Danile the smaller one counts them.

"You can fuck in the club?", Graves asks in disbelief.

"People and creatures did it anyway so they just made rooms and well they get paid well for the rooms being used. Some can go more then ones a night so going home is not really an option for them. Many VIPs pick several people out the crowed to fuck them over the night, so if you ever plan to pick a VIP get a medical check up after, you never know who they slepped with." Graves nods at this a bit unsure, hes not even sure he ever will make it to the fucking stage.

"You two have to stop with the humans that are not sure", a female voice is scolding the two shifters.

"You should stop acting like you own the place", Finn talks back. The harpie is looking very unimpressed at this.

"Im close to one of the owners, that is nearly owning the place", the Harpie reminds the two. Finn is showing his teeth in frustration.

"So let the human enjoy his evening, with out you." With that the two shifter are leaving not with out giving the harpy a pisst off look.

"If they cause you any trouble, just tell the bar tenders you want to talk to Valeria", Valeria is finally adressing the human.

"Thanks?", Graves says a bit unsure, but shes is smiling reashuring at him or atleast his thinks that, hes not that familar with harpie facial expresion.

"Stay away from these two, they go after people that are here for the first time only. Fucking losers you can do better, you're cute. Have fun in Minos Labyrinth", she says before walking away from him, leaving him behind blushing at the compliment. He looks around and goes to the bar, for now. He orders his first drink for the night, having a strike rule about how much he can drink.

"First time?", somebody is asking him and he sees another human standing next to him, having a green and a blue braclett.

"Eh, yeah" Graves wants to groan what a intelegent response. The man is looking him up and down.

"You can call me Mace", the man introduces himself.

"Phillip." They are talking for a while at the bar.

"Whats the blue one mean?", Graves asks having eyed it over and over again.

"VIP area acess." The answer feels like an its not the whole true, but Graves stays silent at it, instead looking past Mace at the VIP area his eyes stoping at the minotaur. Mace is folling his eyes, huffing amused.

"Trying to ride a bull? Ambishous one aren't you?" Graves blushes at this, not that that will ever happened.

"Not sure what creature Im into", Graves stammers out, his face heated, thats a lie but well porn and reality are diffrent.

"Price is a good choice, respectfull, good, has stamina." Graves looks back at Price.

"Did you?" Leaving the question open, bit to personal for somebody he just meet, getting a laught from Mace whos shaking his head.

"I like mine with more scales, but well you hear things when you are a regular." Graves nods at this looking at his phone for the time. Nearly 2 hours and he didnt really meet any one besides the two feline shifter, Valeria and now Mace.

"No, but you know the rumors about minotauers right?" Graves frowns at this slowly shaking his head.

"That some cant go back to a non minotaur dick." Graves gives him a sceptical look, that cant be true.

"I know one another regular, Shelby, exclusivly goes for bulls, says shes that well there a only few that can please her since she had Price for the first time."

"Your shitting with me right?" Graves asks still unsure.

"If you come back tomorrow I can intruduce you." Maze offers shrugging. Graves looks a bit unsure at him, before he nods slowly.

"When? I have a learn groupe for college on sunday, beasuse its the only tiem we all have time."

"Shelbys not here before midnight, give me your number." Graves slowly pulls out his phone being a bit unsure, but well he maybe gets intruduced to another regular, what would help. In the back of his mind the promise to his mother to go to church on Sunday is poping off, he pushes it down. He will just shortly talk with Shelby and then go to bed and will make it to church, its fine.

Mace is walking up to him and Price frowns at this. Mace smilles at him. Looking suspicously like he dont want to cause problems on behave of the dragon hes fucking.

"So the new guy I talked too", Mace starts leaning against Price table. Knowing that Price saw them talk.

"What about him?", Price asks staying neutral.

"Hes your type and he will be back tomorrow to talk with Shelby", Mace tells him grining smugly.

"Whys that?", Price trying to sound unintressted. That really good news, there has to be a down site.

"He says hes not sure but hes a bull rider, you just know sometimes. Like with people fucking dragons or demons, you just know." Mace shrugs while giving him an explanaition. "Dont you have the same feeling when somebody is intressted exclusivly in humans?"

"I guess, but its rare, most of us are not that picky when its not for children." Price agrees after he tought about it for a while.

"You should talk to him soon, when the rumors are spreading a new bull rider is in the club, many will try to get him for atleast a night." Price nods at this, his kind is all very intressed in a human wanting to fuck a minotaur and bull riders are rare. But the competion to be the first one is big and strong. Got he hates that Shelby only comes in on Saturdays, when its packed.

"Why are you telling me that?" Price asks being sure that Mace would not share a word about the new human.

"Because, I know that you are nice to the humans trying a bull for the first time. Phillip is from a small town and if he goes for a minotaur as his first creatur it should not be with a douche he finds on the dance floor."

Its been 3 weeks since Graves enterted Minos Labyrinth for the first time. Maze and Shelby are intressting company and fun to be around, they usally meet on Saturdays. His braclett is still yellow and him being around the two is really helping withe getting pushy creaturs to stay away from him. He also learned by now, that every VIP can give out a special braclett to humans, to mark them as a fuck buddy. Maze and Shelby constantly reasure him, that he absolutly could pull a VIP and Shelby ofert more then ones to meet her VIP patron John Price. Shelby also tells him a lot about how to prepare yourself to take a big creatur dick and that he absolutly needs to do this. She even order some toys for him to get used to it, he nearly died from shame when his roomate told him his package came.

"You should make out with people", Shelby babbels on her 6th drink already. Maze is shaking his head at this his face radiating a thats not the plan message the Graves dont understands.

"No, Maze hes here to meet sexy creatures and yet is always hanging out with us. Phillip needs expirience", Shelby is deffending her position.

"I want to be sure to go the next step, before I make out with them, I dont want to lead anyone on", Graves explains himself. Stupid because that's what the yellow braclet is there.

"You are a good church boy", Shely sighs theatralic.

"I wasnt in church for 3 weeks now, I never told my mother with church im going to or she would call the priest." Graves explains, having made up several church vistes with the weekly call to his mother. He fells bad about that, but he also never wanted to go to church and he and his sister are forced to by their parents. He thought she instantly would know he lied when he did it in a panic, but she didnt. Maybe its not that easy to pick it up on the phone for her.

"So a recovering church boy", Shelby jokes before pulling Graves on the dance floor with her. Mace is not the one for dancing and will watch their drinks, busy texting. Graves loves dacning atleast with Shelby and not the wirted middel and high school dances. Becoming one with the mass, moving a a giant blob, worth to get told by his mother this is a life of sin. Can it be sin if its fun? A big mintaur is moving through the mass on the floor, before he puts his big hands on Shelby, she smiles at him. Graves looks the creatur up and down, the sandy fur, the big horns, you probably can grip while having sex, with him. Hes wearing a suite, the jacket open and he can see several cigars in his shirt pocket. He says something into Shelbys ear, making her giggel, before answering him and punching his shoulder. Making the minotaur roll his eyes, at what ever she said. They dance some more, now with out the bull and well Graves is curios.

"Who was that?", he screams the question over the bass.

"Price, he asks if I can wait a bit longer for his masive cock." Graves blushes at this, Shelby really open with everything sex related.

"What do you told him?", Graves asks, trying ot get over his reaction.

"Go get her tiger." Graves laughts at this, feeling more question burning on his tounge, he can text her about it later, when he got them a bit better together. The dance floor is getting to full for their liking, making hteir way back to their table. Mace is having a scream onversation with a staff member. Shelby frowns at that.

"What hes doing here?", she says to herself and if they werent so close to eachother and the bass droping he would not have heared it. Mace nods towards them before he keep listening.

"Look, I know dragons dont like to share space with another, but Valeria got some rich russians to vistet." The staff explains.

"Yuri, you can tell him yourself, your a mighty witch and the owner. Our agreement is purely sexual", Mace points out. Graves and Shelby are now at the table.

"Yuri, you look worried." Shelaby greets him and Graves smiles at him.

"It would just really better if you could tell him." Yuri is looking desprate for Mace to do it.

"Why not sent someone else from staff?" Graces sips his drink trying to ignore what ever they are talking about.

"He barely tolareds being here and the staff, please, Mace, I will give you free drinks for the whole time the Russians are here."

"Well, I can tell him", Mace finally agrees. Saying no to free drinks, hes no idiot.

"So, you are the newbie that these two adopted, acording to staff. Im Yuri Volkov and one of the owners." Graves shakes Yuris hand, gets shocked, some traumaturic energy in the air, the witch smiles apologetic at him for that.

"Phillip Graves."

"Is Price free?", he asks Shelby how is sniggering getting a eye roll from Yuri.

"He's fucking somebody." Yuri nods at the answer before he disapears to go back to work.

Its Tuesday evening and Graves is laying on his bed, ready to ask Shelby somethings about minotaur fucking etiquette.

🪦: Shelby, can I ask some thinks about Minotaur sex? 🍑: Damm I own Mace 20 bucks 🍑: Sure ask me

🪦: Can you like grab their horns? 🍑: Depents on the bull better ask, but thay are good handels Grave blushes at this a littel bit. 🪦: Can thay really you know go as often as in pornos? 🍑: Depents, older can, if hes young likely not 🪦: Is it good? 🍑: Cant talk for anal, but my pussy loves a good minotaur dick 🍑: I can ask some man I know for you 🪦: Is Price a nice guy?

Shelby is grinning to herself, he may lose the bull rider part of the bet, but shes is abolutly right that he would try out Price rather early.

🍑: One of the best when you want to test a bull 🍑: But he strictly fuck green braclets 🍑: let me ask him something 🍑: Hey, so Phillip is asking about you 😏 🍑: You thing you can talk with him a bit Saturday? 💰: Sure inbetwenn fucks we can talk for a bit

🍑: You can talk Saturday is you want to 🪦: okey

Graves reads it again and again. He has the feeling getting to know a potential person, would help with his nerves. Its just a talk, what is the worst that could happen? Its knocking at his door and König it open it a bit, the nervous bear shifter smiles at him.

"Movie night is about to start", he tells him and Graves instantly rolls from the bed. his two roomates, König and Horangi opon learnign hes from a super religous family try to amke sure he watched as much movies as they could. If college workload is not crushing them atleast. He meet König in oriantation and they are in the same buisness classes. Horangi is a biologie major and tiger shifter.

"What do we watch this time?", Graves asks getting in the shared small living room wiht a kitchen.

"300", Horang answer, putting the popcorn in a bowl.

Price is looking at the last few messages with Shelby. His bet with Soap is working in his favour, not that this would be hard, because the mysterious werewolf was not back, likely somebody on a buisness trip. For the first time is comes to his mind, that this could bite him in the ass, that Phillip thinks he only does this because of a bet. Well thats a bridge to burn if they get their, not to forget he absolutly will fuck Phillip into the next day in the deluxe room if he wins.

💰: I have a bet with Soap going.

🍑: Oh god, why are you keep doing this? 🫠

💰: Its about if I get Phillip first or he the mysterious werewolf that visted 5 weeks ago

🍑: Why would you do that?

🍑: I told him youre nice, apparently youre an IDIOT 😫

💰: Yeah, I should tell him before we fuck right?

🍑: yes and better think about a way to make it sound good

💰: I wanted to say that I and a friend sometimes bet who gets their person of intresst first.

🍑: Hes a good church boy in recovery, John 🫠

💰: Not good?

🍑: Its fine, but he still could left you in a hard place 😏

💰: youre the worst

🍑: 🥰 thats why you fuck me

💰: also what do you mean with good church boy in recovery?

🍑: hes good a kneeling

💰: 🙄

🍑: I will tell you in person and with a dick in me 🥵

Price shakes his head at this, Shelby is her typical self.

Graves and Shelby are sitting in the VIP are at Prices table. Waiting for the bull to sit with them. Graves is nervous and has the big desire to repent to a priest. He's gay and he wants to fuck a creature, in his mothers church thats a VIP tiket to hell. He shakes his head, if he would call the pastor he would absolutly tell his mother, so she rescue his soul.

"You good?", Shelby asks him, playing with her Magaritha glass.

"Yeah, just religous guilde" Shelby smiles at him, yeah, she had that too, when she came in the club for the first time. Religous private school, only made her very horny for demons and well look at her now. Being a paralegal for one of the bigest law firms in the city, having an amazing sex live and 3 cats.

"I attendet an all girls religous private school" Graves has the feeling his eye balls fall out of his skull at this. If Shelby was like shes now in school, she must have been in trouble quite a lot. Shes lauhging at this face.

"I know, not the school I would have choosen myself. Anyway I kissed a lot of girls and the teachers told me I will go to hell and on day I said fuck it Im done and said thats fine Satans dicks is probably amazing. They called my mothers work, she struggled not to laught" Graves laughs at this.

"So, when I got my job here and heared some college's talk about Minos Labyrinth I was like you. Nervous and not talking to all the hot creaturs I wanted to make out with, because its 'sinfull'. My first creature was a Mothman. I said fuck it, Im already mastrubating to them, lets get the real think. And now, Im here." Graves smiles at her its good to know that what he feels is normal.

"Would your priest call your mother to save your soul? If you told them something like this?" Shelby is laughing at this.

"My mothers only sent me to the school because it was the best in the region. Needed to get my unlce Nick to pretend to be my father to get me in. They are also sorry for doing it, its complicated but we are working on it, us living apart is helping alot." Graves feeling a lot better now and he absolutly wont talk to the pastor in his small hometown.

"My best friend would have posters of 'Sailors Death' hidden under his matress. His mother made him burn all of them when she found them, he only got punished for listening to Metal. I have no idea what they would do if they knew its because he is into sirens."

"At school one of the popular girls, like the really popular girls, asked me where to get creature dildos and I said depents. She wanted a Naga one and I got it for her, never bullied by her ever again."

"We watched monster porn one night because one friends parents were away for the weekend and forgot to delet the browser history. They send him to a religious camp over the summer and it only lead to him hiding it better from them." Shelby is lauhging at this, typical my parents caught me watch porn story.

"In college, we made a young christian woman cry, by asking her why hell is bad if satan is sexy." Graves is caughting at this his mother would also cry about this.

"Why did you do that?", Graves asks, Shelby is shrugging.

"She was a an judgmental Christian."

"Oh one of our teachers divorced her husband to marry a Naga. Left her ex with 3 kids in there late teens behind. Bigest scandel of the town."

"Good for her, getting two dicks for the price of one guy" Graves spits his beer out, laughing harder then he should at this.

Price is aproaching the table, haven enyoed his last company a bit more then planned. Shelby is saying something and Phillip is starting to laught at it. Hes beautiful, dimpels showning, Price dick is intresstet. They are just talking, no need to get hot and bothered, now.

"Whats so funny?", Price asks when he sits down.

"Oh we shared our religous upbringing", Shelby answers ah yes a very funny topic. Price dont dares to ask.

"John Price", he formely intruduces himself holding out his big hand.

"Phillip Graves." They shake hands, a smile still on Graves face.

"Shelby said you have some questions." Graves nods tacking a sip from the beer to get think about his first question. He dont want to show hes intressted in Price just yet so it needs to be more general questions.

"Is it true that you have infinite stamina?" Graves finally asks. Blushing, because what a first question, but god he needs to know.

"Well in comperison to a human infinte is probably true, but it has its limits. Also dont believe what you see in porn, especially if a number is in the titel. We can go multipel times a night, but not one after another, we need some breaks."

"How do you prepare, for a first minotaur dick?" Graves blushes a bit at this question.

"You should use plugs or with enouth time and lube its possible with out. I think they have special plugs for that." Shelby nods at the last part.

"Are the rumors true you cant go back from a bull?" Graves focuses on Price face.

"I would say thats true for the minority, most are having a size kink or a fetish" Price answers he rarly thinks about that. Now he wonders what Phillip is.

"Shelby mentioned you grow up religous, so were you raised with no sex before mariage?", Price asks Phillip, whos blushing at this.

"I kissed some girls because it was forbiden, not because I like them. One cryed because she thought kissing is how you get pregnant." Graves answert and Price is half hard. Not only could he be the first creature but the first ever. The cliche of minotaur and a virginity kink are sadly half true and hes forfilling it.

"Isnt that the werewolf, Soap is wagging his tail for?", Shelby asks absolutly picking up on how turned on Price is right now. Price look at the bar and hes pretty sure shes right, but to night Soap is not working.

"Whos Soap?", Graves asks curious.

"The wolfshifter bartender with the mowhawk." Graves makes a sound of reconition. Shelby gives Price a tell him look, but he absolutly will not now. He wants Graves to genuien choose him.

"Whats it 5 weeks since you saw him the first time?", Shelby asks looking at her phone.

"I thing Sunday is the begin of week 6." Shelby nods along at this tipping on the screeen.

"So, Philip what your'e doing?", Price asks wanting to get to know the human a bit better.

"Im in college getting a buisness degree. Its boring some times."

"Like the material or the leasons?" Graves is thinking about it.

"Mix of both." Price nods his head.

"Full moon", Shelby is interupting them. Price needs a few secounds to but this information into context.

"Arent werewolfs like extra horny at full moon?", Graves asks.

"The only time they are more horny is if they didnt fuck while full moon." Price confirms, makes sence now why they dont see him here often.

"Next is in 2 weeks and one day", Shelby brings up the bet again, giving Price a pointed look. Price rolls his eyes he understands he need to tell Phillip, but not know. Graves is looking inbetween them picking up on them having a silent conversation.

"Whys that important?", Graves asks confused.

"Soap and I have a bet who is getting his curent person of intresst first. His is the mystery werewolf." Price answers giving Sheby a satecfied look. Graves empties his beer so who is Price person of intresst then.

"Whats the price?", Shelby asks chuckeling a bit.

"The loser has to pay for the winners stay in one of the luxury bedrooms." Shelby look impresst at this.

"Oh right VIPs can fuck in the club", Graves says, he could not ask about that yet also well hes uncomfortable to have his first time in a club. Price picks up on the human not really liking this fact. So he needs to take him home then. Hes to old to fuck in some college kids apartment.

"How do you get VIP?", Graves asks because why not.

"50k a month if you want to be a permanent VIP, with room and such and i think its 10k for one night plus the standart fine for the room if you want to use one. Honestly Yuri and Diego make most of their money from the permanent VIPs." Graves raises his eyebrows at this Price must be quite rich. So what is he doing for work.

"50k, is this with a cleaning fee, because you know, human anatomie and creatur ehh cum production are not that compatible?" Shelby asks she never thought about this before.

"Cleaning, replacing of suplies and sheets, some upgrades that cost extra are in there and that the room is available the whole night exclusivly." Price recalls, he did the math and becoming an permanet VIP is cheaper then to pay the 10k for VIP plus the money for the room is cheeper for him with how often hes here.

"Upgrades?" Price smiles, fuck Phillip is so inoccent.

"Mhm, sex toys and stuff like that", Shelby explains, making Graves blush. His own dirty thoughts and internet serches haunting him. Price is fully hard when Phillip is smilling at him, looking so shy but probably being anything but shy when he's more expirinced.

Graves looks it his work sheet usally, he loves the lectures of Proffesor Linda Laswell, but not today. Thoughts about Price plaguing him. He wants to, he wants so badly, but maybe going for such a high drive creature is unwise. Hes so distracted that he dont even notices that class is over.

"Mr. Graves, dont you have a class to get to?", his teacher is asking him. He looks up from he still empty piece of paper and blushes a bit.

"Yes", he says while quickly packing his bag. Shit hes not even sure what IS his next class.

"Youre okey Mr. Graves? Some of your other lectures also noticed your not that pressent this week." She has a warm simle on her face and sounds like she really cares.

"Just some personal stuff on my mind", Graves answers truthfully. Silently praying she dont wants details.

"You know my office hours if you need somebody to talk." Graves smiles back to her, of course he knows.

"Of curse Professor Laswell, thank you." He can absolutly not tell her about this. With that his hurrying out of class, pulling his time tabel up and he has some free time and then math, lucky him, he cant day dream in this lecture. He uses his free time to think about what he wants, also setting an alarm so he dont miss his next lecture. He nearly made a list, to make sence of whats going on his brain right now, but somebody from class wanting to ask him about class and seeing him trying ot figure out he wants to fuck a minotaur. Deffently memorable incident but not in a good way.

"You looked worried, maybe god can help you?", a voice is saying to him. He looks at a young woman and god can deffenetly not help him.

"No, god can not help me", Graves dimisses her politely. She frowns at that, clearly thinking what to say next.

"Well there is something in the bible that can help you Im sure." Graves nearly laughts at this, the bibel can absolutly not help him.

"Did you even read the bibel?", she says in a tone that reminds him to much of his mother.

"Yes" He gives her his best fake smile.

"You sure?" He rolls his eyes at her accusatory tone. He has no time and nerves to play whos the better christian with her. He will have to give her a Shelby answer.

"Because if you read it there would be a solution for your problem." He will not throw anything at her, just leave and be polite.

"There IS no solution for my problem, please talk about this with somebody that cares."

"Maybe you say that so you can be a sinner." Oh god, that is right out of his mothers text book.

"To say it like a friend of my, if sin bad why Satan sexy and now please leave me alone." Her mouth drops open and Graves uses the time to get away from her. What does she even mean with maybe god can help you, who even says that to a stranger? He still has so much time left till next class.

Graves should have know that something was of with the woman, but he didnt think about it much because hes bussy thinking about riding a bull. The consequences of his actions are coming with a call from his mother.

"Hey Mom", he greats her not asuming anything.

"Phillip Erik Graves, you will move back home imitatly." Graves blinks a few times at this. Hes in deep shit shes using his full government name, that means he comided a cardinal sin.

"Why?", he asks her because thats a bit out of the blue.

"Why? Why? Young man you know exactly why." His mother sounds as if shes talking herself in a rage. Did she figure out hes not going to church? Did she learn WHY hes not going to church.

"Is it because I was to busy with learning to go to church?", he aks because what else could make her that angry? Knowig if she didnt know that he made things worse for himself.

"YOU WHAT!?!" He has to holt his phone away from his ear because shes screaming, König and Horangi can probably hear them with their advanced senses.

"I was really busy to get good grades so I can get home faster?", he trys to calm her down, but hes doing a shitty job.

"Well thats not need anymore because you're coming home and you will have daily talks with Father Davies to get all the bad influens and sin out of you. With what for people are you assosiating we have to do a lot of work to save your soul." It clicks in Graves brain oh, that happend.

"Mom did you sent a woman to spy on me?", he asks her.

"Yes, because Jesus told your soul needs to be saved. And Lilly was so nice to help me when I ask for help." Graves mouth drops open, his mom most have some sort of episode.

"So you're angry becase I said is sin bad why Satan so sexy?" Graves asks in disbelieve, this is so stupid.

"Satan is tempting you and I need to save your soul." It sounds as if she is at the verge of tears.

"Mom, I said that because I wanted her to leave me alone, I dont think that and I heared somebody in class say that. I dont even know that person." He needs to calm her down when he dont want a call from his father and his sisters. Well maybe some demons are sexy, but this is not a can of worms his mom needs to know exists.

"You need to come home, the city is making you into a sinner." She is crying now.

"Mom, its 2 weeks till Spring break and I will come home for a viste okey. Its going to be okey." Her crying is becoming worse.

"No you cant stay there its to sinfull." His mother pleats inbetween sobs.

"Mom, Mom I need you to take some deep breaths for me." He hears some hick ups inbetween the breaths. Her breaths are getting more controlled and he again try to reasure her.

"Im coming home for break and its gonna be okey Mom. I apreached that you worried about my well being, but Im fine, I will be in Church on Sunday I promise." Well now he has to, because he gave his mother a panic attack. He feels horrible, but hes also concernt for her health what does she mean Jesus told her?

"Okey, Philly I would really love if you would tell me the church name I need to know if its a good church."

"It is a good church, mom." His mother would disagree with that, but well not her buisness.

"Okey, Im really glad to hear that." She does sound a lot more calm by now.

"I will call soon, love you" Graves ends the call.

"Love you too Philly." With that the calls end. The door to his room is opening and Horangi is looking in.

"Your paket came, also ehh is your mom okey?", he asks a bit arkward.

"Well thats depatable." What are his chances that his new sex toy order arrives the same day his mom tells him that Jesus tells her his soul needs saving.

"That sounds rough. Hope she gets better?" Horangi sounds unsure, but its also clear that he probably over heared some of the call, with his room right next to him. Also his mother sends people to spy on him. This is really concerning and somebody must encurage this behaivor.

"I hope she dont has to get better." Graves is answering, worried exprecion on his face. Things at home dont look so good. This is complicating thinks for him. The gamble of not fucking Price before he hes home is dangrous because his mother will pick up on it and more importantly will not let go of the topic on the other side if they fuck he could also not keep that secret from her. Fuck it he cant keep living to his mother wishes, hes already breaking a lot of her rules what does sex before marrige even matter at this point.

🪦: Hey can you give me Price number?

🍑: OMG its happening, go get the dick 🥳

🪦: shut it 🙄

🍑: 213-555-4679

🍑: oh dont have any plans for the next day 😏

🪦: thanks, love you

🪦: Hey, its Phillip i asked Shelby for your number if thats okey

Price is starring at his phone now the party gif that Shelby send him makes sence

💰: Hello Phillip what a pleasent suprise

🪦: if you're up to it, we could fuck

Graves growns at this, that sounds horrible, but he also didnt want to overthink this to much

💰: Im up to it, you're always in the club on Saturday right? What about next week?

🪦: Next week sounds good

💰: See you at Minos Labyrinth then

Well thats unexpected, but Price is not that suprised Phillip asked very specific questions about Minotaur. Hes gonna win the bet too.

Graves sits on his bed while Shelby is rumaging throw his clothes.

"Dont think it really matters that much what i wear it ends up on the floor anyway", Graves points out. She looking for a shirt for 10 minutes already.

"Its like unwrapping a nice present Phillip", she explains to him.

"I see." Graves does not get her point, but a black dress shirt is flowing his way.

"Do you have like non church ties?", she ask holding up a bunch. Feels fucking wrong to let Phillip wear one.

"A tie? You sure?" Graves ask and she put all of them back in. Instead a cowboy hat is flying towards him.

"No."

"Yes." She sounds so gleeful.

"No"

"But you can get railed with just the hat an like a rodeo cowboy." He dont need to see her face to know shes wiggeling her eyebrows at him and has a pleased grin on her face for that sentence. If Horangi and König would be home he would have died by now.

"No. I bring you one back from my trip home so you can do that."

"Deal." With that shes throwing a pair of boxers towards him and the jeans he wore at his first time in the club.

"Go showering and then dressed in case we have to change something." She orders him around again looking at the ties. Price will love it. She picks out a green one first but then desites to pick a dark red one.

"You're not going to church anymore." She says in the room giggeling.

Phillip is back after 30 minutes taking his time to get clean and for his nerves. All black is looking good on him. Shelby sits on his bed his cowboy hat on being on her phone. He picks it up and puts it back in the closet. She holding out a red tie and he puts it on.

"Perfect." Sheby signs off her work.

They leave the building 15 minutes later, going down to the subway when Graves thinks he sees Lilly from the corner of his eye. He must be mistaken, at least he hopes so because Shelby wears a black mini skirt and a dark purple crop top, her brown hair in a braid but she's wearing a chocker and her dark green bracelet. In all she does not look like a god Christian girl. He just have to hope he's mistaken. It's just a 20 minute subway ride and they meet Mace on the platform. They talked for a bit and this time he's sure he saw Lilly on the platform. Oh well, he's fucked, but also if Shelby is not exaggerating he's fucked in a mind blowing why.

"Yuri looks so worried", Shelby comments while they walk up the stairs.

"One of Valerias guest is also a dragon of course he's worried. Would be dumb if he wasn't."

"Why is that a problem?" Graves asks, he looked it up but did not found a agreed upon answer on dragons being solitary or not.

"Male dragons don't like another males of the same status in their territory not to forget Yuris father is also a problem." Mace answers Graves thinks about it. He dont think besides Victor he ever saw another dragon in Minos Labyrinth.

"So Victor is like the Alpha dragon in the area?", he asks for a lack of better terms.

"Yes, sometimes younger dragons are visiting but it rare." Mace confirms.

"So the other dragon is also an Alpha?" Shelby asks otherwise Yuri would not give out free drinks.

"Yeah and they hate each other. He chewed Valeria out over it not to forget its extra shitty because of Yuris father. Minos is not that well liked by dragons because of it."

"What's the problem with his father?", Graves asks curious.

"You know before humans and creatures coexisted, when human would hunt creatures? Yuris father was a dragon slayer and they can sense it in his blood somehow." Graves nods at this that makes a lot of sense.

"You know Yuri quite well." It's just an observation Graves made over the weeks.

"Yuri looks after people like us, makes sure our agreement is by choice and stuff." Shelby explains with a smile. They reached the door.

"3 greens, also Bruce how's your mom?" Shelby says all three them holding out the right arm.

"Shes keeping the nurses on her feet, since she woke up after her operation. She will make a full recovery." Bruce answers while putting the braclets on. They walk in and it's already packed. They squeeze themselves to the VIP area and spot the reason popular Vampire DJ Nikolai is in house to night. They sit down at Victors table, Graves only saw the dragon ones, so it's Mace table in his brain.

"Isn't it a waste of Victor's money to be VIP and rarely be here?", Graves screams over the bass.

"He knows I'm here and use it, not to forget he has 2 other humans that come on other days. He's in finances so he probably has like a monthly calculation if he should stop." Maze screams back. A server is aproaching them.

"You three want something to drink?", she asks and all three are ordering. Shelby has an Magarita, Mace Whisky on the rocks and Graves a Caipirinha.

"You think today there some decent people in the house?", Mace asks Shelby, because they both can't fuck their creature of choice to night.

"Hard to tell. I honestly think to night are a lot of humans here. Nik is not that popular with creatures. So most that are here are likely creeps. With Price being busy with Phillip don't know" Shelby answers. Mace makes a displeased sound at this. He really hates when Victor is busy with work for that long.

They sit for a while and Graves can't vibe with the music tonight. It feels to disorganised for him to enjoy. Valeria is walking towards them and she looks sinfull. A beautiful blue lace dress in her covering only the important areas. She sits down with them, eyeing Graves green bracelet.

"Bull rider huh?", she asks him knowing Victor won't be here for atleast a week. Graves blushes but nods.

"Deffently better then the two losers. You heared that Rodolfo Parra will be here soon?" Valeria starts the conversation.

"When?", Shelby asks intressted.

"A month, but its a creature only night, because of what sirens do with humans. Just like Nik is causing a mostly human night." Valeria explains with a smile.

"Don't worry if you have VIP access human can also come but you need special headphones to not get bewitched. We love Rudy but he cant eat guests bad for the buisness. Yuri will ask if you want to attend that night."

"Thats the front singer of Sailors Death right?", Graves asks the harpies who's nodding at this.

"Yes the one and only. His solo music is very popular with creatures and I dont think that known by humans. He does vocals with some DJs and well it's bewitching to listen too." Valeria jokes. They talk for some time till Price is aproaching the table. Graves heart skips a beat, talking with Valeria took his nerves off but they are fully back when he sees the big figure. Doubt is filling him, but it's to late now. Shelby gives him a thumps up and Mace gives him an encouraging nod while he emptys his drink.

"Valeria, sharing club acts again that Yuri wants to keep under the wrap for some time?" Price asks to give the human some time to finish his drink.

"Yes, but only with my favourite humans" She smiles proudly at this, making Yuris life a bit more complicated is ine of her favourite activities. Getting a huff from Price. Graves gets up Shelby wispering something in his ear and he nods at her. Price looks the human over he looks amazing in all black and a tie? Oh that must be Shelbys work. Hes going to fuck the human into the next day. He leads Phillip towards the rooms, so they can talk with out this ear destroying music playing. Everythink ready at his place, the night planned out for him already.

He lets Graves in one of the empty rooms and the the bass is turning into a utz utz in the background the only reminded they are still in the club. Graves looks nervously at him.

"Just some things I want to talk with you first. Then we get out of here." Graves eye brows shoot up at this.

"Out of here?" The human asks, his body relaxing at this.

"A first time deserves better then this club. Its just for tonight." Graves nods his heart skipping a beat at for tonight. A chance of doing this again.

"You in for a long night Phillip, your my only person for to night and we won't stop till I'm satisfied. To not make you in a overstimulated mess, I will use some toys, so you can relax in between orgasm. That don't means you're not pleasing me it's for your wellbeing." Price explains and Graves nods along.

"If you can't go anymore I want you to say red, if you need a break yellow and if you want me to keep going its green, please use this I will not hold at against you. I want you to also have fun."

"Red stop, yellow break and green go", Graves repeats to show he understands.

"Good, so let's get out of here, I won't fuck you to what ever Nikolai thinks is music."

The drive to Price home is 20 minutes. Graves is bouncing his legs the whole drive. While Price looks at him as if he's a a meal he waited a long time to devour. They are in the elevator going up and up to the penthouse. So Price is very rich Graves thinks while getting out of his shoes looking at the interior. Price leads him to the livingroom couch befor ehe walks to the mini bar.

"Just water", Graves says he wants to be sober for this. Price has a whisky.

"So you looked into minotaur sex, I assume?" Price asks.

"I guess my best surce is Shelby, but I found some research on it to. And I eh... watched some porn." Graves admits blushing a bit.

"Well hope you don't expect anything from the porn." Price more jokes, the blush on the human getting stronger.

"Only a fat cock", Graves says deeply embarrassed but sure that is what he wants.

"I can offer that." Price chuckels, he was right the shyness is only because Graves is inexperienced. Graves looks the Minotaur up and down and fuck are his thights big and he wants to ride them. He get up and sits on the other lap and takes a sip from Price drink just for the fun of it. They kiss and its different to kissing a human, but also the same. They make out for a while when Price picks the human up to carry him in th bedroom. Graves gasp at this fuck this is so hot he by no means is a light weight, he works out 3 to 4 times a week, but compared to a Minotaur he's a twink. It turns him on so much, going from half hard to fully hard the short way to the bedroom. Graves bounces on the matress when hes dropped on it. Price grabs his tie and makes him look up, the Minotaurs nostrils are flared his gaze hungry and ready to take the human.

"Strip", Price order because he's not opening all this tiny buttons. Graves does with out thinking opening the buttons as quickly he can with sweaty palms. Price gaze grows hungrier with desire the human looks good. Hes loosening the tie shrugging the shirt of his shoulders. Hard to imagin Phillip never did this before. Price pulls the tie off while the human with struggeling to open the belt. The tie will be a good blindfold later. He puts it down in the bed while opening his own shirt. Graves watches him his own hands are stoping while Price is revealing his muscular body. Graves pushes his pants down and gets out his socks while Price is letting his shirt slip on the floor. Muscular shoulders and biceps as big as his human thights, Graves dick twitches at this. Price steps closer to the bed, making the human swallow. The minotaur hooks two fingers under the waste band of his boxer shorts, pulling the last piece of fabric of the human himself. The human is gasping at this his cock springing free and the tip covered in precum. They look at each other and with slightly shaking hands Graves opens Prices belt, who's huffing amsued at this. He simply pushes the human on the bed, oh he will have fun to night. Price strokes the humans cock a few times getting a moan out of him.

Graves is panting a pink flush over most of his body, looking at Price with big eyes. The longer Price is looking the more nervous he gets, finally Price is getting out of his pants and the bulge in his boxers is gigantic. Shit this will never fit in him right? Price is walking to a nightstand fishing a bottel of lube out of it. Pulling Graves on his lap to kiss him again, the humans arms holding on to his shoulders. While they make out and he feels the human hands roam all over his body he's sticking up a finger to get the human ready.

"Did you prepare yourself Phil?" Price asks feeling how easy he can push in his first finger.

"Yes." Graves answers hiding his face unbeknownst to him in the pheromon glands on Price neck.

"Such a good boy." Price praises him care fully pushing a secound one in. Graves is panting his face still hidden in the crock of Price neck, to self conscious with his face expression to move his head. Breathing in a heavy dose of Minotaur sex pheromones.

"John", Graves moans when Price is brushing his prostate. Rocking his hips against the finger to get the feeling again causing his dick to rub along the soft fur covering Price abs. It's a bit tickling making him squirm. Price pushes a third finger in, god he already feels so full. The pheromones making Graves feeling light in the head, every littel stimulation feeling heavenly, a pleasant feeling spreading through his body. Why did he ever wanted to wait with sex if its this good? Fucking himself against the three fingers enjoying himself. Price of course notices how strongly Phillip is reacting to his pheromones, knowing he needs to be careful to not hurt the human. He slaps the humans ass to make him stop moving so he can finish the preparation getting a long moan from the human and something warm is hitting his fur. Graves is melting against him panting.

"Color?" Price checks in carefully moving his fingers to stretch the human. Graves needs a while to answer getting down from his high

"Green." With that Price is pulling his fingers out and putting Graves on the bed. Graves notices the big wet spot on Price boxers and fur, but it easily forgotten when he pulls them down and, reveals his massive dick. He puts his hand around it and notices the gap between his thumb and his fingers. Graves stocks it, feeling the thick rings behind the tip.

"You sure it will fit?" Graves asks timid, looking up at Price, who's ruffeling his hair.

"With no problem." Price reasures him, enjoying the exploratory moves of the human. He had humans that struggled to fit more then his tip, but Phillip is deffently not one of them. Graves uses his other hand to play with Price balls.

"Turn around Phillip", Price orders after a while, as much he like what Graves can do with his hands he rather, stuffs the human full now. Graves does so, staying close the the beds edge. Getting down, using his hands to spread his ass cheeks apart, showing Price his slicked up hole. Big hands are placed on his waist and Price is rubbing his dick over Graves hole.

"John", Graves complains at this, he feels empty. John pushes in, going halfway in one shift motion. Graves moans at this, putting the hands in front of him. Price pulls back, till only the tip is in, before slowly pushing back in, getting long moan out of the human. He repeats this several times going deeper with each trust.

"Faster", Graves moans his request, but Price is not changing his pace, enjoying the slow movement. When he's bottomed out he enjoys the feeling for a while. Graves feels droll run down his chin, he's so full, it's so good, but he's sure when Price would finally get on with it, it would be even better. He rocks his hips again back and forth hearing the huff Price is making. The hands wander down to his hips and the grip is getting stronger.

"Impatient" Price scolds him, before he starts building a rythem up. Every trust he rubs along Graves prostate and fucks the nicest sounds out of the human.

"Yees, ahh John", Graves moans being fully hard again. Pleasure buzzing through his whole body. With every trust in the willing human Price pulling his hips to meet his movement, getting high pitched sound as a reward. Price slows done for a moment, using one big hand to press Graves chest on to the bed, making him bow his back beautifully, making every trust go deeper. Fingers clawing at the sheets and his legs are trambeling, droll running down his chin, panting like a bitch in heat, Graves is lost in pleasure and he loves it. Price is a force of nature behind him, not stopping probably wiring some parts in his brain new, with the amount of pleasure flodding his body. His next orgasm is so close, just a littel bit more.

Price knows that Phillip had another orgasm when he again goes quite limb, the only reason his hips are still up is Price moving them. He pulls out, giving the human some time to enjoy the feeling. Price prepares an fleshlight to keep going and still give Phillip will be a crying mess soon enough. He moves the human a bit further up the bed, seeing his half litted eyes and his still blissed out expresion on his face. Covering his nacked body, with a blanket so he dont gets cold.

"Phil", Price ask after a while, fucking the toy the way he fucked the human. Geting an incohirend sound as answer, Phillip clearly not fully back yet.

"John?", Graves asks, looking at a pillow, his limbs still feeling like jello, the blanket, feeling to heavy against his skin. A hand is running down his back, whys John not next to him. He turns on his back, and is able to sit up, the blanket covering only his legs now. His heart drops a bit, John is fucking in a sex toy, still going as if he didnt fucked him into another plain of existens. What he got told in the club is echo trough his mind, that this would go till Price is satesfied and it dont looks like hes there yet. He watches for a while, cooling down but he also feels useless. He moves towards the bull, whos opening one eye before he slows down.

"Controll over your limbs back?", Price asks and Graves crawls into Price lap instead of a verbal answer. The minotaur moves him a bit around, now the fleshlight inbetwen the humans thights, and Price ruds in to it, his hand roaming over soft skin. Playing with the humans nippels getting some sighs out the human. Scratching over abs, making him shiver and squirm. Kisses along his schoulders and neck, slowly getting Graves hard again.

"Color?", Price aks him, when he noties it.

"Green" No hessitation and Price picks up the tie. Putting the fabric over phillips eyes.

"That okey?" He asks not wanting to over step.

"Yes."

"You can take it off when ever you one." Price tells the human, before he pulls out the toy. putting it asite and moving Graves legs to his pleasing. Graves groans, when Price is fingering him again, spreading more lube making sure the human is still slick.

"Sore?", Price asks the human.

"No." With this answer his slowly lowering Phillip on to his dick. A long pleased moan coming from the human. He considers that he already fucked him pretty rough, so he moves the humans hip up and down in a slow movement. The sweet sounds are filling the room again enjoying the slow rythm just as much as Price. He rolls his hips everytime, Price is botoming out, moaning everytime Price is rubing over his prostate. Its so sensual slowly making Phillip fully hard for a third time and slowly pushing Price towards his orgasm. He will make an absolute mess, holding back the whole week for tonight. Filling up the human, fucking his cum in and out of him.

"Want keep going like this or switch it up?", he asks wantinghis own orgasm and the position is not the best.

"Switch it up." Price keeps going while thinking how he wants to finish this. When hes desided his pulls Graves of him.

"Put your arms over your head" Graves does as hes told his knees pushed to his sides. Price fucks him slow and deep.

"Not really a switch up", Graves observation is cut off by moaning when something wet is touching one of is nippel. Price using his mouth to play with Graves nippel while keeping the slow deep pace to get closer to his own orgasm. Graves is moving his hands, using Price horns to keep his head down. Price uses one of his arms pin Graves over his head. Picking up the movement of his hip.

"Yeah, give it to me hard", Graves agress on the increasing spead and force. Not knowing what he's asking for.

"You sure?", Price asks for confirmation, because he wont stop till he filled the human up.

"Yes, hard, fast and dirty", Graves confirms, hes not seeing the grin on Price face. Hands are closing around Graves thights, while Price is now searching for the perfet ancel to give the human what he wants. Hitting his prostate dead on, making Graves bow his back and moan like a whore. From there the pace is picking up, harder faster, till Graves back is slidding over the sheets.

Harder, faster, till the bed is slamming against the wall

Harder faster, till Graves starts to whine from the over stimulation.

"John, John", the human loud moans echoing through the room. Price pick the pace up even more, when tears start to darken the tie.

"Ahh", the human screams a sad sqirt of cum getting out of him, because Price fucked him dry already. Price keeps going, now only intressed in his own orgasm. Folding Graves in half, so hes now going fast, hard and deep, asulting Phillips prostate. Tears now running down Graves face, and Price puts even more force into every trust.

"John, please", Graves whines, its getting to much to handel for him. Price keeps going, having the perfect rythm now, fast, hard, deep, the best whines he ever heared filling his ears and the tears, Phillip is perfect.

"Fuck, John." Graves, cant take it anymore, it feels like every nerve in his body is on fire.

"God, John fill me up already", Graves begs and then he feels himself spasm around Proce dick as hes having a dry orgasm. Price keeps going, finally reaching his own orgasm.

"John, please, please", Graves sobs and Price dick is exploding. He keeps trusting, the first cum already floding out of Graves, while he fucks the rest into the human. Finally Price stops moving and big tears are runnig down Graves face, that the human dont even fells. Graves whinnes when Price is pulling out, everything to sensible. Price leaves the human alone, filling in a bath, to get the human clean and help his arching muscels to relax. Price walks back in his bed room, revomeving the tie from Graves eyes, teary unfocused eyes looking at him. Cum leacking out of Graves hole, who clearly dissociating from the overstimulation. He picks a shirt out of his dresser, putting it on the washing table and getting out a big fluffy towl. Quickly showering himself, to get the cum out of his fur. When the tub is filled to two third, he turn the water off, making sure its luke warm, before he carefully picks Graves up from the bed. The human cold to touch, the tears have stopped, but still not present again. He carefully, puts the human in the tub, letting him warm up before he cleans the cum, lube and sweat from the humans skin.

"Phil?", he asks getting the human to look at him.

"Im going to wash you face okey." Graves nods slowly at this. wishing the tears away. He lets Graves sit a littel longer in the water.

"Can you stand?", Price ask him and Graves nods hesitant. He lifts the human out of the water, sitting him down on the edge of the tub. Helping him to stand up and then wraps the big towl around the body. He quickly gets the human dry, being careful with senstive areas.

"Hands over your head." Graves follows the order and Price puts one of his shirts on him, it looks more like a dress, but hes dressed now.

"Just wait here for a moment." With that Price is doing a quick change of the dirty sheets, putting another big towl on the site Graves will sleep, because theres no way he sents him home like this and get another pair of sheets covered with a mix of cum and lube. He brings the human back, tugging him in. putting the sheets into the wasching mashien and leting the water out of the tupe, brushing his teeth and putting on some clothes on, before he also lays down. When he turns the light off Phillip is already asleep.

[softxsuki]

hiya!! if theres still a space open, could i req a valentines letter?

the fandom id like is tokyo revengers, and could i please request mikey?? :p

fem! reader <33

a pet name id like is probably baby or something along those lines sncjefien

relationship status : best friends to lovers?? weve known each other since we were little and hes been in love for years, and is now confessing :0

could the tone of the letter be a love letter? i dont really mind to be honest!

genre : fluff <3

location: maybe he gave the letter when he came over? maybe hid it somewhere to be found later on? or maybe asked draken to deliver it, either way idm!

other info: i has many older brothers (rip my life-) and maybe they might have helped mikey with writing the letter?? but the sano + my family have been close ever since mikey + her met at the sano dojo, and were best friends all our life.

if you need any more content, id be happy to give!! tysm have a great day <33

Mikey’s Confession Letter To His Friend

Valentine’s Day Letter Event Pt.2 (CLOSED)

Pairing: Mikey x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, Friends to Lovers

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 810

Summary: in which Draken pushes Mikey to finally confess to you

[A/N: Helloooooo, Happy Valentine’s Day! Thank you so much for participating in my event. I hope you enjoy this <3]

“Hm, Draken? What are you doing here? Where’s Mikey?” You ask, confused at the tall man at your door instead of your best friend who was supposed to be coming over to your place.

“He’s being a wimp,” he sighs with a frown and hands you something, “Here, it’s from Mikey. He’ll be over soon, I’ll make sure of it.”

Then he walks away, waving you farewell over his shoulder without looking back.

Confused, you close your front door, but open the envelope Draken had given you. He said it was from Mikey, which makes you swallow. Was it a coincidence that today was Valentine’s Day and you were receiving a letter from your best friend who you had the biggest crush on? Or were you getting your hopes up for no reason? Only one way to find out…you begin to read the contents of the letter inside;

Dear Baby,

Okay wait, it’s weird to type that out already, when I haven’t even written anything yet…sorry, you’re probably shocked. That is what I want to call you–actually, it’s what I’ve been calling you in my head for the past few years now. You have no idea how hard it’s been to keep that petname to myself whenever we were together. It’s almost slipped from my mouth so many times.

Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N! This is my confession letter to you :D. I think my feelings for you were there since we first met at the Sano Dojo. I didn’t know girls could be tough too, so it made my heart flutter to see you fight so well, since it was something I was also good at. Though we were still kids at the time, so I don’t think I fully understood what those feelings meant, so I just wanted to be your friend.

But now the title of only friend isn’t enough…I need more. I need you. Your my partner in crime, and that will never change, but I want to hold your hand as more than friends, and kiss your lips instead of your cheek. I want to have a future together as lovers. So, will you do me the honor of being my Valentine this year? Will you be mine, baby?

Love,

Manjiro Sano.

You didn’t even get a chance to react to Mikey’s confession before Draken’s booming voice could be heard outside your door.

“I swear if you don’t hurry up and knock on that door. Stop being a wimp, Mikey!” Draken yells at his friend.

“Shut up, Ken-chin, I’m doing it! I’m no wimp,” the man behind the letter to you whines. You can almost imagine the pout on his lips, which makes your heart flutter in your chest.

With a thumping heart, you open the front door and find yourself face to face with Mikey, who has his hand raised as if he’s about to knock on the door.

“Oh, b-, Y/N! Haha,” he laughs nervously, his hand flying to his pockets where he stuffs them, “Funny seeing you here.”

“You idiot, this is her house. Why wouldn’t she be here?” Draken sighs, slapping him upside the head, and shoves him inside, before Mikey could run off.

“It’s about time you both got this over and done with. How blind can you both be…” Draken grumbles before stomping off.

Mikey was nervous–that was something you’d never seen before. He was always full of confidence, never scared of anything…

Mikey glares at his taller friend as he walks away before facing you again.

“Heh, ignore him Y/N,” he laughs, closing the door behind him and making himself at home, as he throws himself on your couch, like always.

“You like me?” You ask him causiously, butterlfiers erupting in your stomach at saying the words outloud. You almost regret them as soon as you say them as Mikey visibly freezes on the couch.

It’s quiet for a few moments between you before he turns around with a small smile and pats the space beside him.

“C’mere,” he invites you over to his side.

Your feet seem to move without you realizing, and before you know it, you’re inches away from his face, now sitting beside him on the couch.

“I think love is a better way to put it. I love you, Y/N,” he confesses, which makes all the air from your lungs vanish.

His confidence is back, and it’s more attractive than ever. This man was going to give you a heart attack. You slap his arm playfully and clutch your chest.

“Mikey! You can’t just say that without any warning, I’m hanging by a string here, you’re gonna kill me!”

He laughs at your dramatics, a glint in his eyes as they meet yours.

“So? Whaddya say?”

“You’re so lucky I love you too, you idiot. Of course I’ll be your Valentine.”

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Posted: 2/14/2023

[coolattasclown]

Do you mean Olmi's ship wherever his people came from? Or getting back to the Marmor's ship? You can totally speculate what happened to Iris and can she still talk, but I'm going to wait until it's revealed so it doesn't deviate to much from the comic.

Olmi's spaceship!! I have a drawing of it somewhere

They actually don't know where their planet or solar system is anymore. Around their solar system theres kind of a smokescreen almost?? it was built by the previous civilization (which. i need to name and design. dw about it) along with gateways, one of which Olmi went thru and ended up outside their solar system. One of the reasons why the marmors keep them around is to find out where his solar system is, so they can use it.

I think with the marmors being able to manipulate their own kind with technology (for example Shepherd is described as cybernetically upgraded), they would probably do a similar thing to Iris. Not only would she have information about her planet because she was a leader if i remember correctly, but "upgrading" lower lifeforms or changing people for their own benefit is in line with what we've seen before. I don't think they would put Iris in control of the ship, not if she can still remember what happened to her. But I do think they would still make her useful. Having her just be a brain in a jar, i dont think her powers would spread very far? they had to have changed her somehow in order to get her powers to reach the entirety of the ship and also the planet.

If she is connected to a computer or something though, I wonder how writing would work with translating. Is it only verbal language or written languages too? Or maybe the marmors just have a guy who carries around iris' brain when they get to the planet XD

[heartsfromm4e]

Wednesday addams x gn!Y/NS day together.

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summary: during yours and wednesdays day together, you muster up the courage to ask wednesday to the dance. but does she accept your offer?

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warnings: kissing, death mentions, threats

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Y/N rolled over in their bed to face wednesday, who was buttoning up her blouse before she left for breakfast.

“I really dont wanna go to classesssss” Y/N rubbed their eyes as they complained .

wednesday adjusted the blouse.

“I suggest you get up and get ready. Im not going to be waiting for you if youre late.”

the black haired girl replied as she grabbed her bag. Y/N sighed and slowly got up. They headed over to their closet to grab their uniform.

“If they dont have those little chocolate muffins I think Im going to kill myself.”

Y/N sighed again like they did earlier. When they turned around, they jumped because of the appearance of wednesday behind her.

“Do you have a date to the rave’N?”

wednesday tilted her head to the side a little.

“Why? wanna take me out?” Y/N smirked and put a hand on their hip,thinking they were funny and sly.

wednesday rolled her eyes and quietly scoffed.

“Answer the question.” wednesday pushed. why wish she so persistent on knowing? this wasent like her.

Y/N chuckled in reply. “No I dont. Wish I did tho” they added. wednesday nodded and left the dorm room to go to breakfast.

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Y/N opened the door to their shared dorm, only to see wednesday discussing with thing.

“Hi wednesday! Hi thing.” Y/N waved and smiled. Thing waved back and wednesday looked at them.

“Whatre you two talking about?” Y/N asked after they tossed their bag somewhere, not caring where it went.

“none of your buisness.” wednesday quickly replied. It was a but suspicous but you just shrugged it off.

thing gave wednesday a quick thumbs up before scurrying out of the dorm. Y/N noticed a small blush appearing on wednesdays face, but it quickly faded away.

“I want some coffee. Im feeling more tired then usual.” wednesday said in her usual monotone voice.

“Uh… well… we could go to the coffee shop in jericho if youd like?” Y/N smiled.

wednesday nodded and started to head out the door, and Y/N followed. not long after they began walking, Y/Ns thoughts wondered to why thing had given wednesday that thumbs up.

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Y/N held the door open for wednesday as she walked in.

“Oh I think they have my favourite here!” Y/N gasped in excitement. wednesday nodded as she read the menu.

“What do you want? Ill go ahead and get in line.” Y/N asked.

“Black coffee.” wednesday replied. Y/N nodded and walked to the line. As they waited, they thought about how much they really appreciated and loved wednesday. Ever since wednesday joined during the middle of the semester, wednesday always caught their attention. With her pretty black hair, her gorgeoud makeup, and those cute little freckles that adorned her cheecks and nose. They thought some more and had the realiztion, they should quit being so scared and they had to ask wednesday out. It was the perfect idea! How could she say no? well theres many ways… but Y/N shook their head. Y/N got their coffee and walked to the booth where wednesday sat at. They handed her her coffee and sat down across from her. Y/N breathed in and out slowly.

“So wednesday, uhm… WOULDYOUPOSSIBLYLIKETOGOTOTHERAVE’NWITHME!?” Y/N spat out. But then, wednesday chuckled. What? Why was she laughing? was she making fun of you?

“I was going to ask the same thing.” Wednesday admitted.

“If you mention that to a single living soul, ill stab you and leave you to rot.” she quickly added. Y/N knew it was a joke. They quickly leaned over the table, and gave wednesday a soft peck on the lips. Wednesdays eyes widened, and you could see her blush like she did earlier. In the corner of your eye, you could see Thing on top of a table signing to wednesday;

“Good job.”

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Thank you so much for reading!! ive honestly never really done something like this so i hope it isent horribly shitty 💀💀 if u have any requests just request them!

[gaysonlyocean]

AUGHH IDK ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR OCS BUT I WANNA SO BAD so uhhmm hmhmh 3 5 7 12 16 aaand also favorite scene. can be written or unwritten I just wanna know where the emotions are tastiest

ITS OK IM MORE THAN HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT THEM!!!

3.) any recurring images/elements?

isolation, trauma, dysfunctional relationships, and maladaptive coping mechanisms are all in it :]

5.) pick a theme song for the tv adaptation.

that unwanted animal by the amazing devil! a line from it is in the description of the playlist!!

7.) how would you describe the relationships between the characters in the story within eight words or less?

oh fuck thats a hard one uhhhh:

caring but in the wrong way

12.) okay be honest. pick a favorite oc from this ocverse.

rose lemonade my Beloved the og oc for this, they came first and i love it so so much

16.) imagine the entire story takes place but in the meantime the characters all also have tumblr. what kind of (terrible) tumblr posts would happen?

NOOOOO THAT WOULD TERRIBLE god theres a lot of characters im gonna have to add a read more

god ambrosi would NOT have tumblr hes too old for that 😭but if he did it would just be photos from his porch

adele would have a tumblr to post music on and at the start of the story she stop posting and then comes back at the end with a "sorry for the hiatus! i have a partner now and so much trauma"

odette canonically is a musician on youtube [think annapantsu] so et would just be posting as normal as if things arent going terribly wrong, so song covers and lil aesthetic reblogs

im not including the kids ones 5, ones 9 and the other is illiterate sobs none of them are getting tumblr, reuben also doesnt have a phone so hes not included but if he did have a phone hed be jsut posting blurry photos of the horrors

gabriel would just have a tumblr to reblog odettes posts to be proud of et, also would not be acknowledging the horrors

sasha would have a shitty meme tumblr i KNOW he would it would be full of things that were funny in 2011 and then reuben would steal his phone and post shit on it and get yelled at

elaine would have a studyblr! shes trying her hardest

madeleine is the only one with a fandom blog and ey starts posting "who would have thunk being hunted for sport sucks o_O" and eir posts take off

eran would be vagueposting about everyone and then reblogging gothic aesthetic shit

bernard would only use tumblr at the start as he tries to make a gofundme post and then the horrors happen

lenore would be reblogging all those post of like links to recipe pages and then stop posting for a week and come back with 5 million vent posts

maddie would get kung pow penised so fast

anyway for my favourite scene its gotta be the one at the motel!

ill set the scene: bernard has just seen his sisters blood hit the window of their motel room, he has his daughter in the room with him and this weird kid she befriended but his 5 year old son is Still Out There Somewhere, hes terrified, he doesnt know whats happening, all he knows is something is RIGHT outside, so he does the only thing he can think of: he grabs the two kids in the room and drags them into the closet with him, theres barely enough room but theres no where else that he can think of that will protect them from the fate waiting outside, the bathroom is too open and out in the room is as well, he hears his daughter tell him hes holding her too tight, that hes hurting her, but he cant let go, he just apologises and holds her tighter, desperately hoping that whatever that thing thats claw is scratching the window will leave

[37q]

11 spending a lot of time on r/AmITheAngel for like a month straight late this winter rly helped me flesh out this tension in my cranium about mass public "socialization" in the post-modern internet. a little too much detachment on there for me but its honed my skeptic eye for that mediums social propriety and writing. they could stand to identify fetish stuff a little better but theyre pretty keen compared to, like, the rest of the internet.

12 oh for some context the premise of the sub is that, like, most of the content on r/AmITheAsshole is manufactured, self-serving BS, and so they pass their time on /AITAngel by taking potshots at OP's embarrassingly obvious agenda and psychological issues. "16 year old trying to find non-scholarly quotes for their creative writing prompt", "boyfriend provoking argument material for his weird obsession over getting babytrapped" etc etc. anyways

21 so like ok weve long-tempered the observable materiality and truth of these online social domains. like weve screened for all bullshit and loopholes, people are only engaging here in formal avenues of real feeling and good faith, moderation is swift, vastly codified and arbitrarily enforced. but oh wait 99.5% of members are viewers... and commenters are encouraged to speak outwards to hypothetical audiences...

31 hm gotta admit too the reality of it makes great, free, and "natural" educational material. or cringecam footage. or fetish fuel. or argument enders. or just mundane attachment to things we think we know and things we use to fortify those assumptions!

212 nothing gets you more engaged than totally immersing yourself in the totality of a "truth", however theres a conflict in that kind of detachment, the subject-object utility. either we genuinely give a shit about all these mf's miserable lives and get offended by some commenter's moral code, or we detach, confirm, reproduce, and make it a theater.

213 and the theater isn't a fun one, either, the cynicism and objectification will rot your brain. we can slap together some semblance of critical meta-engagement -- yknow like consumption as a consumer, collecting this to use it later, self-aware bordering on parasocial viewership (my god when a lurker mentions a "well-known" commenter by name... EW!) -- but in the end our consumption of the material will mediated by the fact that, like, we can only find use of it by suspending (and IMO fundamentally sundering) the scrutability of what we hold to be true. the authenticity gets all garbled up in the process, like this is hilarious bullshit for their sense of reality but also i kind of dont think deception or gullibility is very funny for weird stuff...

2141 see right there! "weird stuff", i have a threshold based on propriety of what i consider recognizable, authentic, "real" or socially legible expressions or behavior

22 so anyways!!! somewhere down the line after weve cleared out all the riffraff and its all respectable legit service usage and socialization, and funny enough the people suddenly have no place to put their neurotic internalization of unstable social systems and mundane life, the only solace is in a simulation of reifying and legitimizing their feelings. radical expression is demoralized, and emotional authenticity is quite literally socially determined. what the hell is an outlaw

23 heres where we get into the meat of it. remember AITAngel's premise? yeah, so, writing exercise, self-confirming or -serving, 99.5% viewership, most OP's post from a throwaway account (although when they dont its INSANE), people are commenting on the OOP like "what's up with the spike in vegan child-free weddings lately"... at soooome pooooint viewers have trouble suspending their disbelief. just a lil artificial, make it a one-liner karma game with algorithmically generated prompts cuz why not. a circus! lets dress up as elephants

32 now were starting to see how we can make use of this charade. want all the dads terrified of sexism to come out of the woordworks and give you the soundbites they wish they couldve used in their custody battles? need to farm some philosophical talking points for class? do you feel alone, scared, on your last leg, and are in need of others to console you over how you allegorically represent and sterilize your series of misfortunes and poor decisions? you want validation that you didnt sit next to your mom during your friday family outing? do you need disgust, horror, shame, or really any genuinely visceral reaction to your fantasies from strangers to make it real enough to get you off? easy reification machine

[acceptingmyowncompany]

I must relieve the pressure from my mind brain. It doesnt stop going. is everything anxiety?! if so, that fucking sucks man. what do I do about it?! its not just physical. its mental, and mentally I know no peace. I just keep thinking about the future. Thinking about everything I have to look forward to and all the ways it plays out. sometimes good sometimes bad. I think about the girl and all the ways we can be cute and couple together, but then im reminded that she's delaying talking to me. it takes me back to 2019. it makes me thing maybe im tripping. maybe im too invested. maybe she's decided she doesnt see this becoming anything and its purely platonic. thats okay. it just would suck to be this invested for nothing. I have no one to talk to about it. I used to talk to Henle about this stuff, he's gone now. passive suicide. it makes me sad all over again. the thought that again it got so bad for him that he either tried to kill himself or he was trying to numb it so much that he ended up killing himself. super upsetting. I miss my guy. and I wish I was there for him better. but I can't live with that thought. the only person effected by that line of thinking is me. so what's the point. what can I learn. dont wait. show up for others while you can and when you can. gratitude. be grateful for the moments. have an impact where you can. but man I just hope he knows how hard this life thing is without him man. I really did lean on my guy so much. maybe thats why I feel so bad. he probably needed people to lean on and sure, he didnt choose to lean, we couldve still extended better. I shouldn't say we. EYE couldve. but yes, maybe she doesnt like me. and thats cool. but I dont wanna like her if she doesnt like me. I know thats now how this shit works, but it just doesnt feel productive or good. to do so. its nice to have a crush again. its fun. it was excited, but it sucks to not be reciprocated. to wait. to feel like you're running in place. I wish we could talk more consistently. maybe somewhere other than instagram. I wish we could talk on the phone. I could hear her laugh and she could make me laugh. REAL CHEMISTRY. I think about a time where we have that. real chemistry. good chemistry. cute moments and conversations. but what if that never happens. what if she's not into me at all. then im being delusional for no fucking reason. maybe thats okay. idk humiliation. embarrassment. 2019. all those things. its much more mentally taxing than id like. I need an indication that we still good, or again a reset. a clean slate to restart. Just to stop yearning you know?! And then Texas. I'm making strides but man am I anxious about the whole thing. the idea of being out there. having to talk to all these people. people I dont know. people who are better than me. more adult than me. more successful than me. a turtle. I hide. in my uncomfortable clothes. feeling self conscious about my appearance. feeling self conscious about anything I could possibly talk about. having nothing to offer. feel like its gonna be the longest 4 days of my life. 3 days. whatever it is. sitting there, with enough money but not wanting to spend it. eating the cheapest. this is the only trip. and then thinking about trips next year. thinking about tattoos. all these cool plans and I can't even get a job. Idk what job I want. what job doesnt make my stomach turn while reading it . idk what there is for me out there but it feels like nothing. and I think and think and think and think about all this all fucking day and its only 8 something. and I just want to turn it off, but then I can't sleep and I struggle and struggle and struggle to sleep. theres no peace. NO PEACE. I CANT TURN IT OFF. I CANT FEEL OKAY. I JUST NEED TO FEEL OKAY. I NEED CLOSENESS. I NEED FUN. I NEED TO FEEL SOMETHING AND THERES NOTHING FOR ME. It's an exhausting existence.

[meowserita]

Sure tumblr post here cause im feeling weird and emotional but it feels weird and wrong to vent to my friends or any groups im in so into here it goes.

Today started off weird cause sharing an apartment with my sister sucks for my anxiety cause she always walks around heavily and seemingly angrily, just like my mom would when growing up so this morning sucked cause was to anxious to get up and out of bed to get food, so stayed in bed for a few hours anxiously waiting for chance i wouldnt feel way to anxious to get some random thing to eat. I know conceptually that sister isnt angry at me but that doesnt overcome trauma from childhood i still need to work through. After she went over to our parents place though day got better, and did eventually go over to parents as well for homemade pizza which was nice, said sister also braided my hair, and i always love hanging with my little sister. i absolutely adore her and its clear she adores me, of all my family i trusr her and my brother the most.

Left after saying goodnight to little sister and after getting home was an eepy kitty and now just wanting to be someones kitty. So am feeling just lonely and incomplete.

Comong from that, i keep thinking about something that happened last week when hanging with my best friend, where we're driving to her apartment and she mentions hanging out with her cats. I then asked "is it weird i felt included in thst statement?" To which she said no.

Later at a massive dinner with bunch of friends she mentions to her husband, something roughly along the lines of "oh arias one of our cats now." Needless to say that whole situation felt incredible, but the more i think about it the more i question how much of that was joking and how much sincere but also feel super weird asking her about that because i have mentioned to her about having a crush on her in the past but at this point theres no residual romantic undertones in it and its purely platonic love.

Kinda shared more then i was expecting to but it feels good to get this down somewhere at least but i still might delete this later

[pwblogarchive]

October 2004

October 2, 2004

“I Wrote The Word “Regret” On My Hand To Remember To Call You”

Its a fixedcat fight. And I’m going down fast, but I’m winking. Faking it. Tbs tour in chicago. You remeber 3 years ago when us and tbs first played chicago. Yeah to like 20 kids. So thank you for tonight. We are having so much fun. We have so many new songs.

Do you ever see someone just sitting alone and feel so bad. Just low. Like you just know they aren’t connected to anyone? Maybe that’s just me. I want this record to make those people feel okay, cause we all get there sometimes… Go read hey chris’s zine. Its pretty good.

Don’t roll your eyes at me I only want to write a song to suit your every mood.

P

October 4, 2004

“Its Not Gossip If Its The Truth”

Day off in omaha. Got some new tricks for you. Including: a green slytherin tie, members only jacket, and napoleon dynamite on dvd (youknowyouwantityouknowyouwantit). My hair is new black on blonde I don’t know what to think of it just yet. Me and dirty have been making funny videos that I hope you get to see soon. I don’t know why I read the internet- aaron from matchbook told me about our kickball game being written about on absolutepunk (jason tate is my homeboy- however it wasn’t teammatchbook that won it- it was team dirty consisting of: dirty, me, andy hurley, judas mbr, fred tbs, and mark tbs- we smoked the competition… So let the internet know. If you wanna play some kickball come find us. We leave for l.a. To record our record in november- I’m excited. We have these shows coming up on the east coast in december please get your tickets early, they will sell out.

I’ve got sunsets in my veins like you don’t even know.

P

October 6, 2004

“I’m A Headache Kid With Targets For Eyes”

Denver. singing one mile up. Had the best time till joe hit me in the head with his guitar. Yes again. It knocked me out. I apologize. We finished the set and we hope everyone still had a good time. I can’t sleep. I need your heart beat. I’ve been working on my other book, I can’t wait to see the west coast again. Then for florida we got great halloween costumes for you.

You could have taken the place of oxygen for me.

Peterpumpkin eater

October 7, 2004

“This Is A Love Song In My Own Fucked Up Way”

somewhere along the line i stopped believing in this. i stopped trying to match our breathing when we fell asleep. i hear about the way you brag about how all the songs are about you. only someone like you could ever be proud of that.

October 7, 2004

“Lets Walk This Romance Until Its Bitter End”

flew into seattle at 6:45 am today. eyes stuck shut with sleep in them. our entire band and crew was pulled aside and searched. we can’t tune guitars, theres no way we could bomb anything. i hate flying. i find myself assessing my life every time we hit a bump- if someone’s keeping score then i am fucked. got to play with a ton of great bands today. hung with my chemical romance a bunch- me and mikey, their bassist, have a gang called “the sweet little dudes”. we’re gonna make a secret handshake. trust me, you’re jealous. don’t be suprised if you see us on tour together in the future. the lost prophets had a party tonight, where they shot their new video. i did lots of monster faces for the camera, maybe you will see it. got another excerpt from my other book (not the boy with the thorn in his side) over at: www.fueledbyramen.com/journal -

sorry for all the complaining. it just comes so easy to me.

p

October 8, 2004

"atlanta to san jose"

The first thing I ever knew about her was a lie. Her lips curl when she’s talking about the “Q”. her middle name is “Q” she says.

but it’s not. She’s regular. She’s normal just like me. But Her lips still curl when she is hoping she isn’t caught.

Except she always is.

She reminds me of the anecdote about the lab rat who chose the intense pleasure button over the food button. He probably starved to death. 

But I’m sure he’s reliving the glory days up in rat heaven. 

I call her up to tell her to build me a model scale version of San Francisco because I have a great idea for a disaster.

She must be on the internet because the phone just keeps ringing. Right now I want to shoot every single fucking employee at Earthlink.

What do overweight Ethiopians, free money, the tooth fairy- and Q as a middle name have in common?

Liar.

I hate how I can’t stop thinking about the liar.

Freud says love is the sublimation of sexual impulses.

I say we are all lab rats. And consider this a failed experiment.

He says we sublimate our sexual desires to make them palatable to society.

This is what love is.

I say this must be a clinical trial.

And I am the control.

She is the “Stockholm Effect”- you know back in the seventies when victims fell in love with their kidnappers.

Yeah. She’s mostly like that.

She is the middle parts of Great Expectations. You know right before things go really wrong for Pip (and This wouldn’t be my story if I weren’t Pip).

God, I love victim culture.

I love Jeffrey Dahmer being a victim of society.

I love Patty Hearst. I love the “Stockholm Effect”.

The great victims of our culture. Aren’t we all?

Sexuality was first examined scientifically in the 19th century. Before that religion fielded all questions.

That didn’t work so well.

Love was not examined scientifically until the late 20th century.

Erich Fromm suggested that infatuation was a plan by Mother Nature to promote the survival of the species. See with out infatuation cave men would never have overcome the fear of interacting and eventually having sex with other clans. Thus ensuring the survival of the species.

This is what is commonly considered a breakthrough. Freud is spinning in his grave.

Our extinction is a Hallmark card away.

He later suggests that in order to love someone else one must love themselves. A classic “needs before other needs” argument.

Unfortunately, no one really loves themselves. And if they do, they need to get to know themselves better. Unfortunately, no one is really happy. So, let’s be unhappy together.

I call her up to tell her to build a mini version of San Jose for me to devastate.

Her roommate tells me she is on the phone long-distance with her aunt. 

I want to kill every member of her extended family.

Phenylethylamine (PEA), the chemical responsible for the swooning and feelings of adoration, is structurally similar to cocaine. Most people choose cocaine over love when given the chance. 

I wouldn’t say that’s a bad choice. 

The endorphins released during infatuation are similar to heroin; only they don’t make you skinny and pale. Oxytocin, “the cuddling hormone” most often found in new mothers and newlyweds, are like ecstasy- every touch feels a bit tinglier. 

Love exists in a bottle. In a syringe. I want mine diluted with water.

Most people would choose gambling over love when given the chance. We are the rat.

Most people choose pornography over love when given the chance. We are the cave-man.

Hallmark cards and boxes of Fanny-May chocolates will save humanity.

It’s all in the marketing. Kellogg and the original Graham Cracker originally marketed their products as a way to stifle teenage masturbation

I call her up to go over the blue prints for a miniature Atlanta because I crave catastrophe.

Her answering machine picks up. Right now I hate her voice.

It reminds me of how much I think about her.

She is the fraud. The faker. I can’t stop thinking about her.

I miss her lips curling with those lies.

I miss her body- See, she has a body that will go to the pornstar retirement home in her golden years- or prostitute heaven. 

to my favorite liar: you were always/never just a line in a song.

- petey

October 9, 2004

Release The Brats

Canada was amazing. Vancouver. Kissing weather but no kissing was done. If you’re coming out to any shows anytime soon I am in need of this one kind of shampoo its called purple shampoo or its in a purple bottle- it washes the color out of blonde hair- anyway the black is sneaking into the blonde and I need some. You can get it at beauty supply places. Ill hook you up with some merch or clan gear… Here’s the hitch I only need one bottle…

I’ve been calling you late at night in my mind. My bed misses me and you.

Petey

President of the brats.

Sweet lil dudes gang

October 10, 2004

“Status Report: I Am Missing You To Death”

so the update. i got the shampoo so ignore the earlier post, though thank you for even caring at all. im in portland.

i used to have headaches.

then i met you. now im onto

something new.

October 11, 2004

“143”

I could tell she was searching for something. Something punishing. Something unforgivable.

“I hope your plane crashes.”

Somewhere deep down so did i.

she always had this look of awe on her face when i looked at her (i should have told her, i don’t do “awe” but i will settle for “sympathy”). we all settle- sometimes you want chocolate and all they have is vanilla- sometimes you want romance, and instead you got me. im the sick feeling in your stomach the next morning when you remember the night before. i am the trash on the floor after the last dance.

i can only sleep on tylenol pms lately and they cant touch these headaches.

i swear to god i would give this all up if you asked.

the way i’d pretend that i could see you and not have my hands all over you if you would pretend i didn’t know everything.

the way i wrote every song about you, because of you, for you. but you were still always the first person i played them for.

how i cant pull the trigger.

im all the parts of a bullet but the powder.

if you were smart you’d skip this part.

you’d just stop reading.

i know this jumps around everywhere and doesn’t make much sense. i didn’t write this one. my moods did.

somewhere along the way. you decided i was settling.

but i never gave up on anything as pretty as you.

everytime the plane bumps, i think of you.

we cant stand being this close to eachother, even inside of IM windows.

and you said “im turning my phone off, ive had enough of this conversation for the night”.

and i think maybe that theres still a chance.

its like roulette- if the phones on then you still love me, theres still a chance. if it’s off- then i was wrong.

its like roulette, and im putting all my chips on black.

(your phone is off).

i never stood a chance. the house always wins.

imagine me at my worst- and i am just past that.

the sign on the road says “welcome to rock bottom”.

i own all the real estate.

this is us both signing off.

October 15, 2004

“Songs Don’t Settle Scores So How About Me And All My Friends Vs. You And All Of Yours”

If you’ve seen me around lately, I’m not sad or in a bad mood. I’m sick. It gets me really quiet and weird. I apologize. The west coast is so much fun. My mom is the cutest. She thinks someone broke into our house to steal new fall out boy demos, hehe, pretty good. Just on this side of crazy. I love my mom. This journal entry is all over the place. So I posted some pics of the new hair- you gotta look around and you’ll find them… Its not too hard. Got some good news for you soon.

P

October 15, 2004

12:08 am.

fuck your friends page, cause i said so

October 19, 2004

“Jason Tate Doesn’t Ever Call Me Back”

Vegas. The luck only goes one way. Piece of advice. Don’t bet all your merch money on red. Don’t dream of anyone except me. Were half way there. We’ve got even newer songs, some new merch, and some new ways of throwing it all away.

Jared tell jason to call me.

Peter

October 21, 2004

“If Its Any Consolation”

Every song on our next record will be about killing the head cheerleader.

October 24, 2004

“Cowboys And Girls.”

There’s something intensely foreign but endearing about texas. Put the love on hold. We move slow.

Were sitting out dances on the wall of club after the show. You said “I’m faded, but you should think this over cause it could take all night”. But I’m pretty sure you were just faded. My bunk feels like a coffin tonight. The airs humid here, hard to breathe- it makes every pull worth it. You’re lighting cigarettes off of eachother. You say it calms your nerves, but it doesn’t show.

Texas is the reason: apple soda, frozen poptarts, holister kids: ashley, jamie, renee, my dad, long letters vs. Short emails, laguna beach, zombie make up, dirty, cranberry and vodka minus the vodka.

Oh yeah, I guess some people brought me cigarettes to the show. I don’t smoke. That’s joe who posted that. Also, don’t feel like you have to bring anything.

Take this as it is. Spit: this is the curtain call on desperation. So come out and take a bow. Depression is so 90s. Hit it or quit it. There’s a world out there and I’m almost ready to feel alive in it. This is me telling you no one will ever feel like that again.

Lateralligator.

Peterpan

October 26, 2004

“Everywhere I Go I Keep Her Picture In My Wallet”

Sometimes you take chances. You take and and take. And then you take when you should have folded. Read this as: I’m sorry. Please forgive me. And know its true. No love is unconditional.

See you soon.

….fellas like me only spit lines like we’ve got somthing to prove. And all the boys want to dance with girls like you…..

October 27, 2004

“Where America Goes To Die”

Florida: we’re gonna have a new limited shirt just for you, beginning at the st. Pete show.

Also, if anyone wants to carve pumpkins. Come to the show early and ask for me or our tour manager dan. Here’s the catch. You have to supply the pumpkins, the knives and the spoons.

Peter

October 28, 2004

You know the funny thing is I already know how its gonna turn out. 

Get the book: www.clandestineindustries.com  

- petey

October 30, 2004

“My Wrists Are Black And Blue Cause I Don’t Have The Balls”

Fuck. I wish I could scream this into the screen. I don’t feel too eloquent right now.

Icalled you to save me. Voicemails don’t mean shit these days.

Its not worth the wishes on clocks and eyelashes anymore.

[midnightmisadventures]

Pt 2 Liam Dream

Here's what I got...

We um, we were in our dream settings as usual. Fancy cruise dinner but not necessarily on a cruise, state college, huge manison, is it christmas? and most importantly.

The biggest up and comer. That park/camping/venue/camp that sometimes day is performing at outdoor festival style or there is a very cheap and country carnival. Looong "road"or driveway going to the park.

Theres also the dream town? And we were at one of those restaurants in one of those plazas if that makes sense.

And we were talking about various things while getting ready to go somewhere together.

There were other relevant guys what we knew or who were interested in me in the dream?? And I started talking about them casually not in a way where im praising them or calling them attractive. But in my head i felt myself talking too much. Like i had a feeling bringing them up would make Liam upset, but it was like I couldnt stop myself or like word vomit.

So then he tensed up or whatever and asked "who's more attrative "insert guy we know" or a famous basketball player" "Compare him to a famous basketball player you think is hot"

and as he was going i was like "no no no, im not doing that" and he was like "cmon, just do it" as if it was all good fun and not something he was upset about. I was like Liam no, im not gonna talk to you about guys and tell you whos hotter thats crazy, why would i do that." And something along the lines of....i love YOU and thats all that matters. But also not that bc i couldnt define our relationship exactly

He kept pushing, and i said i dont even know any basketball players by name except the famous ones. I only know the people my dad talks about anyway. And because he wouldnt let go, i even tried to name ACTIVE basketball players at the top of my head and i was struggling just to prove it to him, but i was hoping he believed me.

We then started talking about going to events, and like upscale things, not the grammys or something so big but potentially an award show. And he made a comment along the lines of "you get a girl who lives/works in new york and she'll start talking about stuff like this" Like oh so fancy, uhuh this checks out since you work at a fancy job in the city now and you do fancy things.

Lmaooo. I was just like what?? But we moved past it.

This comes off like he was being an insecure dick. But he wasnt.... lol. Insecure? okay yea probably but he wasnt being a dick it was very playful vibes but only significant cause i could see through it and tell this things were bothering him a little.

But it never felt like at my expense. He was always just trying to measure himself to feel good enough for what i was experiencing and who i was around.

Then.... time goes on. Its just us we're talking the same. And I tell a story about how one time i didnt pay a parking meter? And didnt get a ticket but i parked illegally. Idk a super harmless RANDOM story.

And after I told it he got quiet. And weird. Emphasis though on not mean. He was sweet and gentle the whole time. But his deameanor changed. And i tried to keep talking but now he was SO down. So I was wondering if I should bring it up, should I wait till we leave and say something in the car....

But i just said "im sorry, is it something I said? What's wrong"

And he looked up from tying his shoes and was like....."uh its just that (lets say "not paying the parking meter?") is really dangerous and I wouldnt want anything to happen to you. One time something happened with me and my dad and it was really bad"

And i felt horrible I was like "oh im so sorry Liam, I would have never brought it up, if I knew you had trauma attached to it" and he quietly was just like "its okay" And i was about to go over to him and hug him or rub his back but I asked "do you wanna talk about it"

And he just shook his head. So i was like...okay, he wasnt mad at me. He was just in a bad mood becaus of whatever bad memory.

But i....to fill the silence i guess kept saying sorry. Even though i didnt need to apologize anymore lol, I didnt know it would trigger him. And i asked him if he wanted to talk about, AND i said i wouldnt park illegally again. (Even though whatever my random story was about wasnt that bad)

My point was i did everything i could so i need to learn not to put it on myself to make him feel better. He's allowed to be sad. People can be in bad moods. Its not my fault!!

Which maybe explains why, then i said "Im sorry if now im talking too much, or saying the wrong thing i-, just sometimes don't know when to stop or if im doing to much"

And he said something in a cheeky way like "yea....you coulda stopped already. You don't have to keep talking"

And in the dream i took offense to that (silently). And got insecure about yapping too much.

But thinking it through now I think he was just saying "its okay you don't have to overcorrect or fix something that you didnt do" (or even that you did). You apologized. And he wasnt upset cause i told a random story about a parking meter. He was upset becuase he was reliving whatever trauma with his dad.

Swipe up for part 3

[speakyskelly-1999]

okay

wehre the fuck did i get to in my list

checking list

ah yes sailor moon s

AAAAAAH SAILOR MOOON S

MUHAHAHAHAHAHA

god okay

wait so how did i do these again

characters then plot

oh and this time homie (yes i'm looking at you brother) i'll keep it short

erm ye aso idk the

i'll look it up

ye ye

usagi

wait i'm totally not going off of like month old memory when mny memory is so fuuuucked at the minuet hahaha

oh i only finished it like 13 days ago

anyway

oh yea spoilers

a#this was gonna be short but like man there are so many characters i think they'll get like a line or two each sorry it's not in depth

i'm so tired

usagi: as based as ever. and usagi pilled. i mean like it was obvious she was the massiah once that plot point was brought up. they tried to goat us into thinging it was some one else like saturn but we see you show we see youuu

chibi usa: omg she's back. do i like the fact that she's back... yea you know what it's nice. it works it's fun. and then it hit me like a truck with her friendship with hotaru. chefs kiss. very adorable.

ami: wheres the screen shot of her having based oppinions about science. idk it's somewhere he on my laptop. oooh her swiming race with michiru aaaah. loved that episode. she's really cermenting herself as my fave like over all

rei: imma be real as of like rn i can't remember what she did bar like her episdoe with yuuichiru. like i know she did stuff i thought was based but i just don't remember

makoto: girlie be the third to turn bi

minako: girlie be the fist to turn bi hehehe. oooh and her solo epsiode this season very nice. gotta love her relationship with artimis

okay side note: they spend a lot of this season studying which i'm very impressed with

luna: vibing it up as usual. dosn't have much to do but i love her

artimis: stop doing cool/nice/funny things i want to ignore you. but i can't so good going my guy i know definatly acknoledge you're existance

side note again: it would be funny if this ends up being my longest sailor moon review simply becasue theres so many characters and i keep adding random stuff in it

mamoru: he exists. he keeps chibi usa alive at one point. he dons't have much to do. thank you for existing i guess.

haruka: hehe. hehehe. hehehe. i love how much of a bitch she is. she turns all the sailor soilders gay (bar the child cos she's a child). i love the fact that she chanlenges usagi's right to the throne at the end. i love her convistion adn thet fact that she isn't afria to get her hands dirty, and the fact that she loves michiru. i love the fact that revolutionary girl utena was inspire by their relationship. all four lesbians are totally not both my lock screena nd home screen. i love that she can drive even tho she shouldn't. okay it dose get annoying that they don't help the sailor soliders sooner but like it makes sense cos of the way the manga is set out. we're ignoring the fact that this is the longest character sestion totallty not because i was waiting for her for ages and she's like my fave or anything

michiru: she so pretty and calm. really is watch moment

soide note ye: so like it annoys me that both michiru and ami are technically water. well ami is water and michiru is the deep ocean. and like they even flavour ami's to be more mist and bubbles (ceaser) but like it annoys my brain in like a really dumb way

sestsuna: girlie. you be space and time. why is your attack death scream. oh it's because you can't use that to attack with cos you get into trouble. that's okay proceed with being a queen and slay your enemires. wait noooo not yourself

hotaru: ooooh she has issssssuuuuuuuuuesss. poor girlie. okay but like in all seriousness i really like her relationship with chibi usa it's adorable. her awakening as sailor saturn i thought was really cool. i love how she's just like a neuke pheonix it's very funny

Kaolinite: okay so errr she exists. almost figures out who sailor moon is but dosn't. then she dies. but then she's back cos the professer brought her back . honestly i thought she was a clone bt no. and then she gets jeaslous and dies again. cool. i mean i remember you exists which is more than i can say about other villains on this list but still

souichi: who? oh yea/ so this is both hotaru's dad and i'll also use this as the double up for the even alternate dimentional being that's enhabiting his body. gotta love an evil cooky scientist villain. very fun to play with. i really like his relationship with the first 2 of the witches 5 (the others had like one episode each i don't caer). and then like once he's just a normal dad again his love for his daughter is so cute.

Eudial: she's my favorite of the witches 5. girl just drives out of what ever she wants and slays the glasses look. her desperation to get the talisments that unlock the holy grail is so good. and she almsot did it too which is very impressive. also her death brutal. kinda my fave of all the underling villans they really did put a lot of time into her

mimete: the build up to her was more interesting to me than when she was actually the villain the sailor soilders were facing. she straight up kills eudial in cold blood but then just turns out to be a fam hog and have a crush on like every famous person

tellu: i semi forgot she existed. like i remember her episode cos it's such a good one to protray chibi usa and hotaru's frindship but like she didn't do much. but to be fair if her plan had worked it would have been game over so that was cool

viluy: god. like she gives us such a based ami episode but she's boring as fuck. her nano bots where cooler

ptilol: idk she splits into two

mistress 9: she wants to bring an evil force from an evil dimention to fuck up the world. to do so she inhabits hotaru's body and bids her time. her outfit was a slay

motoki: man has one episode give him more

naru: i know she turns up but like i don't rememeber

umino: umino

yuuichirou: dumbass see's rei with haruka and things theor dating. man get a grip

okay man: okay so i have this guy his own chatagory. which like technically he dosn't deserve man dosn't even have line but like/ i had no idea that this meme from from this show like

and liike this was one of the best episodes. it was so stupid i loved it

errr cool so thats the end of the review

i'm very tired

i'm not doing a plot one

i mean i could it does make me remember the plot of each season like stupidly well but like idk

if i do one it'll be like ages away

oh yea so this season is the best by far

haha im exagerating

okay but like legit

this season is so far my favoirte

i think the pasing of it is done super well and it handles it's very large cast pretty well. it also finally has the lesbians whichi is a huge plus

like sailor moon dosn't get gay till this season and then everyone becaomes bi is so good

literally what i was wairting fir this entire time

so anyway now i gotta watch the film and then super s

...

i really just wanna watch sailor stars but i'll do it

[melissa-titanium]

ok im just dropping ideas. perhaps the ferryman brought them back through the threshold (?) out of frustration over this particular iteration of these two. hes finally like ugh okay the nowhere isnt even going to be able to split these two up is it. after years of them surviving in the nowhere fuelled by companionship & the knowledge that they WILL NOT be seperated again. so it spits them back out. im not sure how exactly but thats just my idea.

back in the real world. no memory loss, no nothing. i imagine they're MUCH older at this point. you cant corrupt a child in the nowhere if they have hope, atleast thats what i imagine. since they had eachother to bounce off of i doubt theyd turn into monsters/adults. besides, when i say much older i don't mean like crazy old i mean old as in relative to their canon ages. maybe 15/16. with the power of friendship you can even grow up tgether in hell dimension.

its weird, obviously. being back in a world where things are proportionate, the world isn't as dangerous and the dangers that do exist are manageable. it's scary. being around others means you're more of a target, that there's more danger of something bigger appearing -- but in a world like this, it's like waiting for the other shoe to drop, a shoe that doesn't even exist.

im not sure where they'd be thrown back. im not even sure where they would have been taken from when they were taken to the nowhere (and thats also assuming mono wasn't a nowhere construct, which i dont think he was)

im deciding between having them thrown back together or thrown back to where they were originally. i don't like making new dharacters or inventing stuff like pre-nowhere backstories because im scared of mischaracterization or overdramatization but i think im kind of forced into doing so here. sigh

MAYBE. six is thrown back to her old house. a very very old house, an empty one. maybe abandoned, maybe up for sale, never bought due to the rumors of a child going missing without a body to be found in that area. either way, her parents arent there and she doesn't miss them. she never got to know them in the first place. i imagine it's deep in the woods near a semi-rural little town, sort of like the hunter's cabin. she goes there to search for mono

i dont know where mono would end up. probably somewhere strange for an equally strange kid. i can imagine he gets spit out into some public space in the city. maybe an alleyway, a park, a deli, maybe even a foster center. either way, people see him and freak out. he eventually manages to ask someone if anyones seen six (with a description ofc but idk what she would look like yet) and no one knows who he's talking about.

im not sure wha happens but somewhere along the line, six does the same thing but for mono & much more cautiously, probably just looking at maps and people watching until she gets her answer. (ex: did you hear about that weird teenager in the city who popped out of thin air? looked like he was cosplaying some anime chqracter, black-sclera contacts and everything.)

i think at some point she cant find a map and tries to look for one, someone seeing she's lost politely walks up 2 her and puts a hand on her shoulder like hey you dont look like youre from around here do uou need a gui- NOPE BITCH. SIX SUPLEX!!! the sudden contact scared the shit out of her and she reacted. guy doesnt die but def breaks a couple things and people lose their shit. maybe theres like a cop nearby or something but regardless she gets chased by cops into the woods because 1. it must be weird as hell for her to be PUNISHED by violence and defending herself, i guess she forgot that people dont kill eachother on the regular in the real world. 2. i hope she kills one of them fuck cops

badabing badaboom . mono was running through the woods towards where she was as well because he figured she'd be there or something like that. he's hopping through trees, we get a reference to the ln comics, light filtering down from the trees, sun behind mono as he perches on a branch and then spots her, taking a breather under the foliage. JAW DROP REUNION. uh oh, one of the bitchass cops manages to graze her in the leg with a bullet and she falls down. mono epically jumps the fuck down and. wait

ok im thinking about thais now WOULD MONO HAVE HIS POWERS??? i imagine him and six would retain them but i wonder if its simply an aspect of yhe nowhere and not something that can be brought into the realm of reality where the laws of the universe work differently? plus i think monos powers would only really work in the pale city/any place with high electronic activity. six doesnt have that restriction though so im gonna assume hers Do work. ofc since this is post maw + mono (mawno) she has them dw.

okay. so she gets up, soul sucks the cops before mono can do anything, and urges him to gtfo with her. OK IM AT MY AUNTS RN ILL WRITE MORE IM JUST THINKING. this is like. my intro into seeing how theu would live Regular lives. does that make sensw

i despise most ages up ln aus because theyre usually created with the purpose of shipping or God Forbid NSFW shit . but i think the concept of seeing how it would happen & what the characters would look like is very interesting id like to figure something like that out

[spacexseven]

nice glad to see drunk yans was a hit. yeah i agree that dazai would be 1000% HUMILIATED that he just entirely blew his cover with you but on the bright side thats something he can jot down in his Evidence That Darling Secretly Has A Crush On Me list. its in the same notebook where he scribbles “mr. osamu darlingslastname” with hearts around it and ingredients for love spells he looked up online. he’ll find one that works eventually mark his words. i think for ADA dazai he’d just pretend he doesnt remember to avoid having to have the “im obsessed with you” conversation but rest assured. he is also writing about it in his insane little diary. 

ANYWAY sleepy!drunk ranpo as promised. it’s rare for ranpo to actually get inebriated, despite his gluttony. dulls his detective mind. but it’s alright to let loose on occasion, especially when that occasion gives him and excuse to spend some more time with darling! his flirtation strat is just to put himself in darlings line of sight as much as he can. once he gets drunk he’s pretty much just Gone. you’re honestly amazed someone as talkative as ranpo could ever be this. quiet and subdued. just blearily blinking his eyes and slurring out little whines about how its too loud in here. catch is: he doesnt wanna sleep just any old place, he wants to sleep on YOU. he’ll perch his head on your shoulder and doze off, lay down on your lap, grab your hand and put it in his hair, try to drag you over to the couch and get you to take a nap with him, etc. refuses to go to bed unless you agree to go with him. oh, and theres no waiting until he passes out and quietly slipping away. if you move away from him he’s waking up instantly and following after you, sleepily asking “where are we going” like he was invited or something. ur probably still on cuddle buddy duty when he wakes up hungover too. 

clingy!drunk akutagawa. this one also cannot hold his liquor for the life of him so he’ll start to tilt into Weird after like. 2 drinks if that. typically, akutagawa is pretty avoidant with you. you’re not good for him. he cant focus on the task at hand if he’s close enough to smell you or feel the warmth that radiates off your skin or even hear the lilt of your voice, so he tries to cut down direct contact as much as he can. (stalking is fine tho he can do THAT all day long) if someone actually manages to get him drunk, however, as soon as he sees you he’s gravitating towards you like a magnet. he doesn’t really say much. just attaches himself to you. sits so close his leg is practically on top of yours, gently grabs your sleeve when you walk somewhere so he doesnt lose track of you, stuff like that. he’s just your shadow for the night. might get a bit bolder as the night goes on and actually take a crack at talking to you, but nothing he says is gonna make much sense. WILL try to follow you home be aware him doing that. (also, quick aside…flirty!drunk akutagawa… akutagawa acting completely unlike himself, laughing and smiling and boldly touching you… leaning into whisper salacious things in your ear… pushing you down into the booth or up against the wall… much to think about.)

BONUS ROUND smiley!drunk fyodor. fyodor is even less likely to deign himself with the crude act of drink than the other two. doesnt like being out of his own head, and with all of his various ailments drinking in excess could prove problematic… but gogol dared him to so now he’s half kicked in the ass. normally, fyodor smiling at you is something very creepy that you have to be worried about, but now he almost looks kinda… sweet. just genuinely grinning and lightly giggling like hes having the time of his life just being near you. i mean, it’s definitely still kinda creepy but you know. less so than usual. he probably wouldnt talk much, just the occasional hi :) or something in russian you cant understand. he’d occupy himself mostly with grabbing your hand and toying idly with your fingers or running his fingers through your hair. just little touches. things he rarely affords himself sober. he’ll only stop smiling if you try to leave, pouting and grabbing your hand to try to keep you with him for longer. might try to go after you but he’s very wobbly so youll have to catch him, also contact that he enjoys. he actually wont be embarrassed by any of this he’ll just go that was fun :) the next morning. 

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ranpo sleep on me wink wink i cant write flirty akutagawa for the life of me but he lives in my mind <3 also please imagine this w manga fyodor!! he has a very pretty smile lol (if its ooc i do not care once in a while it's good to write him not as evil !!)

cw: yandere characters, obsession, intoxication, implied stalking

ranpo needs to be drunk to be all clingy, but drinking only makes him more shameless about it. he's decided to attach himself to you, literally sleeping on top of you, and so on. he's unnaturally quiet, though, and more...vulnerable? you're suddenly reminded of the fact that ranpo isn't an ability user; just a regular person with an unrelenting mind when you see him blinking slowly and drinking from his cup.

he's never had a reason to hide his infatuation with you, not caring about what anyone else, including you, had to say or feel about it, but now he looks a little shy, staring quietly at you and looking back at his drink the moment your eyes lock, looking a little flustered. it was almost like he was another person entirely.

however, after some time passes and he seems to have warmed up to your presence, he becomes more demanding. stumbles over to drag you towards the loveseat at the back of the room, quickly wrapping his arms around yours so you wouldn't move while he snoozed away. though he's asleep, his grip on you is almost painful and even the slightest nudge would make him tighten his hands. maybe he'll loosen up the more he slept...?

you've never seen akutagawa drink. you've always thought he would be quiet even if he was intoxicated but he seems to be acting...oddly. the previously stoic look melts into a devious expression on his face that reminds you of someone that you can't quite put your finger on, and a dangerous look in his eye, not unlike that of a predator on the hunt. he takes short breaks in between each sip but doesn't seem to be bothered by the alcohol, still silently studying the room and inspecting every individual until—

—he sees you.

his eyes widen a fraction before he catches himself, straightens up, and walks towards you with a confidence that you hadn't expected. he sits next to you and continues sipping from his cup, lmost as though you didn't exist. you get up to leave but his voice startles you.

"where are you going?"

akutagawa had a low, melodious tone when he spoke, something you had never noticed before since he rarely talked to you. you were strangely flustered by the sudden attention on you...you didn't even know that he knew who you were.

"home...it's getting quite late."

he nods, "i'll walk you back."

it was not an offer or a question—this was an implicit order. silently you wonder if he was sober enough too walk around and make his way back later. still, you didn't want to annoy akutagawa, more so when he was drunk and unpredictable. surprisingly, he doesn't seem to stumble around his way or need you to guide the way, seemingly knowing exactly where to go and which floor your apartment was.

would it be rude to not invite him in? he waits outside as you open the door and shuffle in, but before you can ask him to come in, he goes in for a hug. you're frozen still as he sighs in your warmth, then lets go almost as quickly as he latched on, as though he never did anything in the first place. as you watch him walk down the hallway, you wonder just what else he's been hiding.

fyodor is...not really much of a drinker, from your own observations. still, he's not exactly opposed to a few drinks every once in a while, and today, since the sky casino was throwing a party, you supposed he couldn't skip the occassion. he's always had this alluring yet uneasy presence, like something about that sweet smile and the amused glint in his eyes just felt off, but drunk fyodor is...almost irresistable.

you know what he can do and you've witnessed how dangerous he is, but somehow he looks far too approachable now. a soft little smile, nothing like the ones he uses to disarm and charm people, humming under his breath—it was impossible to look away from him.

as nikolai leaves his side, fyodor's eyes scan the room lazily, before they find you. his smile grows a little, and he raises one hand up. a silent request. before you can even think about it, you find yourself making your way over to him, unsure if the slight buzz in your system was from the alcohol or the sensation of him asking for you.

he gestures over to the now empty chair beside him, watching you closely with a sleepy smile.

"enjoying the party?" you nod eagerly, watching as he chuckles and reaches out for your hand, twisting the rings around your fingers. he inspects each one, still humming, before bringing your hand to his lips and placing a kiss on it. you were not expecting any of the affectionate gestures, but you would be lying if you said it didn't feel nice, someone aa attractive and as important as fyodor having only eyes for you.

"you look very nice," he says, eyes inspecting every inch of you in a manner thar should have been alarming but in that moment, it was just nice to be complimented.

you sit like that with him for a while more, him mumbling things in russian under his breath every so often, squeezing your palm and stopping to compliment you ever so often. once, he reached up to touch your hair, apologizing right after for messing up your hairstyle. like that mattered when you were on cloud nine.

an acquaintance of yours calls you over, but fyodor's grip tightens around you, and he frowns for the first time that evening. he croons at you, letting a pet name slip that has you absolutely endeared, asking very softly for you to stay a little longer. he whispers that he likes your presence. the other person is hence ignored.

he asks, again, if you could help him up to nikolai, and his voice, while you know it's not meant to be that way, sounds almost seductive. you have to shake off your thoughts before helping him wobble over to the clown, who was happily entertaining some guests. fyodor smiles at you one laat time that night.

the next day, while you're sure he would not remember the night before, he pauses his steps when he sees you in the hallway, inspects you with those devouring eyes, and smiles, telling you to have a good day.