#cecil look at what you did to my boy

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D&D - Oneshot for my boy Basal <3

by exactly one person's request 👍

The silence was quickly becoming unbearable. A heavy tension had settled in the air around them, so thick Basal could have pulled out his rapier and cut it in half. Or he would have been able to if he still had his rapier. He looked up just enough to glare at Thaeo’s unconscious form thrown over Lucious’s shoulder in front of him. Next to him, Althea looked back and offered him a small smile. It withered under his continued glare.

He wasn’t being unreasonable, Basal thought. Realistically, he knew Althea, or Lucious for that matter,  didn’t deserve his anger, not really. She had tried to apologise once they’d all reached the safety of the forest but he hadn’t listened, choosing instead to silently fume. Their little secret was kept with good intentions, he knew that, and knowing it wouldn’t have saved him from being kidnapped and shoved in a cage like some kind of animal but he couldn’t help it. 

He turned his attention back to the forest floor, resisting the urge to stomp his way through the undergrowth. If they were to escape the circus - no the cult, the circus cult?- they had to exercise at least a little bit of stealth.The yellow light filtering in through the branches above was hardly helping mask their great escape. The creaking wind sounded a million miles above them. Basal doubted the trees were that tall but he could imagine. They were packed so closely he couldn’t really tell from just walking through the place but that was fine. He wasn’t going to look up to check. Nothing good happened to those who looked up.

He shuddered and gripped the small knife Atlas had given him a little tighter.

Basal could have laughed. After everything that had happened, everything their rag-tag group of adventurers had been through together, Atlas was the only one Basal really trusted anymore. Atlas. The Aarakocra had made it very clear that Basal was his least favourite member of the group over the months they had been travelling together so when he had shoved his prized lukewarm shank  into Basal’s hands with a pointed look at his empty sheath, Basal had felt their dynamic shift.  He found himself walking closer to Atlas at the back of the group, finding a strange sense of safety under the cover of his dark wings. 

The silence persisted and they kept walking. 

-

“I really am sorry we didn’t say anything, Basal.”

The fire crackled softly between the two half-elves. It did little to stave off the night's cold. Basal looked up from the meagre pile of flaming sticks to see the equally meagre shelter Lucious and Atlas were trying to construct. Behind them, he could see the slumped figure of Thaeo against a dark tree, Jam and Jewels standing guard nearby. 

He looked away.

“I know, I know,” He sighed. “Listen, Althea, I appreciate it, but you should get some rest. Tell the others I’ll take the first watch, ok?” 

She hesitated for a moment before nodding. She left him with a quiet “If you’re sure..” and made her way towards the shelter. It was for the best. Althea meant well, he knew, but the two of them were too awkward for their own good and the added tension from the past couple of days did not help. 

Basal didn’t believe in any Gods but if he did he’d be cursing them all. How had everything gone so wrong so quickly? Looking back he couldn’t even remember what they’d all been doing before Venus had shown up out of nowhere. For just a moment he had thought he’d finally found his best friend. A long deserved stroke of luck putting them in the same place at the same time. It was never meant to be, he supposed. 

A humourless laugh clawed its way out of him, something dark and quiet. He was so stupid. His mother had warned him about travelling. About strangers. About making friends with the wrong people. It was a lesson she had learned the hard way, she’d said. All her stories from travelling the kingdom and he’d made the exact same mistakes she had. 

What would she think of him now? He knew the twins would happily yell ‘I told you so!’ and he’d smile and defend his honour. With them he could pretend nothing had happened. His mother always saw through him though. Sometimes Basal thought she knew him better than he did. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hide this from her.

He blinked, suddenly aware of his watering eyes. He’d been staring at the fire too long, that was all. He sniffed (it was cold) and stood quickly, striding out into the trees behind him. He wouldn’t go far, of course, just enough to have some privacy.

The conversation happening behind him washed over him, fading into the background.

“Atlas, you left a dimension shunting shovel out in the open for anyone to find!” Lucious.

“Yup.” Atlas.

“There was no one there! Everything was dead except for this tabaxi guy and his pet frog or something!” Althea.

“Sounds cool.”

Basal closed his eyes.

-

“You know, some answers would be pretty cool right about now,” he tried. The cloaked group of weirdos dragging him through the trees hadn’t said a word to him since he’d woken up. They’d taken all of his weapons too. At this point they were just being rude. 

His shin hit a rock and he sighed, loudly and dramatically. If they weren’t going to answer him, he’d fill the silence himself. Basal had two siblings. He was good at being annoying.

“I just want you guys to know that we, my friends and I, that is, met a bunch of people at a roller derby recently who had the exact same cloaks. Isn’t that weird?” He smiled wide, confident. “Although, I should say, we absolutely destroyed them on the rink. And not just because we expertly beat them in a fight. I think we were also the better skaters.”

The group stopped. Basal tried to get a good look at their surroundings but the two Cloaks holding him kept their grip. Just as he was about to start talking again he heard it. 

Footsteps.

The hope in his chest died quickly at the synchronised thumping approaching them. He was willing to bet the footsteps belonged to more of these cloaked goons. As the group started moving again, Basal twisted around as best he could, trying to get a good look at the new additions to the gaggle of goons.

Just as he’d expected, there were about 5 new cloaked figures trailing along behind the first group. Unexpectedly, they had someone else with them being pulled along much like he was. Before he could get a good look at them though, the group started down a small hill. 

Basal quickly put his focus into staying up right. He would not face plant the ground in front of these clowns. 

They made it to the bottom of the hill with no problems, and pushed through a line of low bushes into a wide clearing. Basal looked up and immediately regretted his earlier choice of words.

Brightly coloured tents littered the small area and a happy chattering noise filled the air. As they approached, more and more cloaked figures pushed their way out from the striped circus tents, calmly watching as he was taken to what he guessed was the largest tent. 

To his surprise, the tent was nearly completely empty. The wooden pole in the tent’s centre served as the only point of interest Basal could see at first. However as the people in front moved aside, he saw why he was here. 

He started kicking and struggling against his captors as they marched towards the wooden cage at the back of the tent. In seconds, he was being thrown into one half of the cage. He scrambled towards the door only to have it slammed in his face. 

“A cage? Are you serious? What kind of psychos are you?” he yelled. The figures ignored him still. “I’m not an animal!”

The second group hauled their catch into the space next to Basal with little fuss. The cloaked figures left them wordlessly, sweeping out of the tent with much more grace than they’d been allowed to enter with. He turned immediately to the second prisoner. 

Jewels looked back at him and Basal watched as his own growing fear reflected in her eyes.

She ducked her head, trying to keep her horns from scratching the wood above her head. She fidgeted for a little longer before seemingly giving up and looking back to Basal.

“Well, shit.”

-

“Hey!”

Basal stumbled from the tree he’d been leaning on and looked up at Atlas from the ground. He shrugged and offered a clawed hand to Basal, pulling him back to his feet with ease. 

“Don’t look at me like that, you were ignoring me,” he said flatly. 

Basal mumbled an apology and stared intently at a snail going by on the forest floor. He heard the bird sigh beside him and he looked up tentatively. Atlas was standing at full height, wings down and arms crossed, doing his best to give Basal his most intimidating look though the effect was lessened by the small height difference between them. 

He shot for some humour, hoping to lighten the mood. “You’re short -”

Atlas cut him off almost immediately. “You’re upset. Understandable I guess. Now I have one question for you.”

This could go badly. 

“Alright,” Basal paused, trying to figure out what Atlas wanted. “Shoot.”

“Do you want these gloves?” He held out a pair of differently coloured gloves. The right hand was a deep red and had clear sigils all along the back. The left hand was a dull blue colour with matching sigils. Basal took them, gingerly pulling them over his own hands.

“Lucious said they’re magic or something. I’d ask him about it. Apparently, the lot of them got a bunch of loot from an apocalypse world. Sounds fake to me.”

Basal nodded numbly, investigating the gloves further. He looked up as Atlas began walking back to their makeshift camp and smiled. He reckoned he’d be alright.

“Oh, and if you call me short again, I’ll kill you in your sleep” Atlas shouted over his shoulder.

Probably.

[landograndprix]

「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part v

✧.* you come to realise that your relationship with lando might just be the most serious and mature relationship you've ever had and while that confuses you more and more each day, your taking it all because some people just love to watch the world burn.

✧.* introducing some people, making babes suffer a little less, hating Alpine, you know the drill, its a chill one really 🥰 this is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

✧.* prev part - next part

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[abitohoney]

Jealousy

Pt 1 - Innocent || Pt 2 - Guilty

AO3 Link

Ambessa x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k NSFW, MDNI, Explicit Warnings/tags: Jealousy, mentions of blood & death (not graphic and only to minor background character) Smut, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Dom/sub Undertones, Possessive Sex, light marking, Aftercare

Summary: Ambessa catches you on the receiving end of some flirtations. Needless to say, she's not too pleased with it. Just be thankful she finds you innocent this time. Basically just a lil ficlet based on this post regarding the prompt for "Jealous Ambessa".

AN: So this is my first time writing for Ambessa and I’m praying I didn’t fuck it up because it would be a disgrace to this wonderful woman. If y’all are digging my portrayal of her, I would gladly write more. So please do comment, reblog, tag with thoughts, etc if you enjoyed this, otherwise I will take your silence as a “I did not enjoy it but am being nice and not saying so.” 😄

"My lady?" you call out, voice soft with concern.

"Yes?" Ambessa calls back from where she sits at the edge of her large, ornate four-poster bed.

Stepping up beside her, you watch her expression as she turns the sword in her hands over several times, inspecting it- for what you aren’t exactly sure, but you have other pressing thoughts on your mind. With one hand resting beneath the other across your front, you wring them together in concern. "Have you seen Cecil?" you ask.

Ambessa's eyes flick to yours briefly, then quickly back to her sword.

You swear for a moment that you saw some sort of realization in her gaze, but it’s gone so fast you can’t be certain you hadn’t just imagined it.

"Who?" she asks, her tone indifferent, uninterested.

"Cecil. The young servant boy you hired about a month ago. He was supposed to bring me back a dress he offered to take to get cleaned and repaired. That was quite early this morning though. It's nearly nightfall and he hasn't returned."

"My dear girl, I have many servants,” she replies with a shake of her head. “You can't possibly expect me to keep tabs on all of them.” After wiping off a small smear of blood from the tip of her blade, she side-eyes you, taking in your furrowed brows. She slips her sword into its sheath on the bed beside her before turning her full attention to you, dark red lips curling into a smile. Placing a warm hand gently on your arm, she speaks softly, “Don’t fret. We'll simply buy you a new dress."

“I’m just worried about Ce-” Your words come to a halt as Ambessa rises to her feet before you and takes your chin between her thumb and forefinger, gently forcing you to look up at her. Your mouth hangs open, lips slightly parted mid-sentence as she runs her thumb across the plush of your bottom lip.

It seems Ambessa is about to speak, but she too is interrupted- by the sudden appearance of one of her maids.

“My liege, forgive the intrusion, but we’ve found one of the servants, a young man, lying face down in the courtyard.”

Ambessa turns toward the doorway where the maid stands, but you only do so as well once she releases your chin. And your worry returns full force when you spot the maid’s own distress. She looks absolutely shaken to the core.

Oh no! Cecil?!

“And why is this of my concern?” Ambessa asks coldly.

You turn to glance up at her stony expression in confusion. She couldn’t possibly be oblivious as to why he is in that position, could she?

“My liege, he- he’s dead. He was- he was-” The maid’s voice starts to tremble and your stomach sinks.

“He was what, girl? Do you expect me to guess?” Ambessa snaps impatiently.

“He was decapitated!” the maid finally chokes out.

Your eyes go wide, hands flying up to cover your mouth and muffle the gasp threatening to escape. Ambessa however, much to your surprise, is completely unphased, or at most mildly inconvenienced by the news.

“Well, then why are you here? Get one of the guards to clean it up!” she snaps and waves her hand dismissively at the maid.

The poor maid, near tears, mumbles a quick apology, curtsies, then scurries off.

Your lady is known for being rather… callous at times, but she seems oddly apathetic over the fact that one of her servants was just brutally killed on the palace grounds. And as your eyes slowly drift up the muscular arm beside you, your gaze freezes when you spot something on her silver shoulder pad. Something dark red.

Blood?!

Your eyes dart over the rest of her uniform, and sure enough, there are small spatterings of blood over the black leather and red fabric that hug her front. You hadn’t noticed it from a distance due to the dark colors, but it's clear as day now.

“You know-” Ambessa begins slowly, her voice eerily calm and low- lower than usual even. “-I do seem to recall a Cecil now. The boy who seemed rather fond of you. Got rather-” She pauses to run the back of a large finger down over the curve of one of your breasts. “-touchy with you this morning.”

You tilt your head back, pleading eyes searching Ambessa’s frighteningly dark ones as realization starts to sink in. And the gravity of your situation weighs heavy in the pit of your stomach.

She- she killed him for…

She peers down at you, her lips curled into a soft smile, but you can see something beyond that feigned gentleness. You can see the ire burning behind her gray eyes. She’s not happy.

“My lady I did not know- I- I wouldn’t-”

“Yes, my foolish girl. You did not know. But he did. And I fear it could very well happen again. You are quite the catch, you know. I think perhaps there needs to be a reminder. Of who you belong to. What do you think?”

You gulp, throat bobbing as you struggle to swallow the lump that quickly forms.

You know your lady to be ruthless, unforgiving, and maybe even cruel to her enemies, but surely she wouldn’t punish you for something so- so frivolous, so meaningless.

Would she?

As you find yourself suddenly backed against the edge of her bed your confidence in the answer quickly wanes. And when the back of your knees hit the mattress, causing you to lose your balance and sit, she only drives that doubt further with how she cages you between two muscular arms. Her large body towers over yours, encasing you completely in her shadow. Suddenly you know what it feels like to be the tiniest mouse trapped beneath a terrifyingly large lioness.

Slowly, deliberately, she leans down to bring her mouth to your ear.

“We will show them that you are mine. Isn’t that right, my pet?” she hums.

She may have posed it as a question, but you know full well it’s not a question.

It’s a promise.

You lie back on the expensive silk sheets of Ambessa's bed, completely oblivious as to how you've utterly soaked them with your sweat, tears, drool, and slick. Mind too lost in the myriad of sensations overtaking your body, you simply stare dumbly up at the gold and crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling above you through half-lidded eyes. Two deliciously large fingers pump deep inside your dripping cunt, repeatedly dragging along that sweet spot, pulling desperate and pathetic mewl after mewl from your slack mouth.

You've lost track of just how many times your lady has brought you to that delicious peak, but you're certain that even if you'd told her you'd had enough, she would relentlessly continue until you either dried up or passed out. Unable to fathom a universe in which she couldn't keep you endlessly wet, you place your bets on the latter being the end to this sweet torture.

Your lids finally flutter shut when you feel the press of Ambessa’s soft lips against the top of one thigh while the other is grasped and held in place by a large, strong hand. The pace of her fingers pumping inside you never falters, even as she digs her nails possessively into your skin and her lips slowly ascend. It’s a struggle to focus on just one feeling when everything just feels so good.

Even amongst all the wonderful sensations, you know in the back of your mind that there is more to this than simply bringing you pleasure. She’s teaching a lesson. For you, it’s to prove that she is the only one who can please you like she can. That no one knows your body as she does. To your potential attempted wooers, it’s to leave her mark, label what is hers, and leave a warning. And as you feel her lips travel across your spasming stomach, over each breast, and finally along your exposed neck, you know all those lovely dark red lipstick stains she’s leaving behind are only just the beginning. What you don’t know is where exactly it will end.

When you feel her heated breath tickle your ear, her lips nearly touching the sensitive flesh, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and hold your breath. She’s about to speak, and you know better than to be too loud, but she isn’t making it easy on you. Not when her thumb is now rubbing circles around your swollen clit in rhythm with the fingers dragging along your walls.

“You are too soft. Your skin too perfect. Too untouched,” she purrs. “You look… unclaimed. We must fix that, mustn’t we, dear?”

You release your lip in hopes to answer her question, but all that slips past is an incoherent sob as she flicks the pad of her thumb across your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Hmm? What was that, dear?” she taunts lowly.

You don’t hear her though, your head buzzing as you feel another orgasm fast approaching.

“Answer me!” she growls, teeth nipping at your earlobe.

Your eyes fly open at the startling pain, a yelp pulling from your throat. “Yes, my lady!” you nearly scream.

“That’s right. That’s a good girl,” she purrs.

If that praise hadn’t been enough to push you over the edge, the euphoric feeling of her nails possessively raking up the side of your body, clear from your thigh to your neck, certainly would be. The broken moans that fall past your parted lips die into a breathless gasp as she wraps that large hand around your neck, pressing just hard enough to leave your vision as hazy as your mind. The pleasure that wracks your body is unlike any other. You tremble beneath her as you ride through wave after wave, nearly missing the sensations of her mouth descending your body, sucking and biting harshly, covering every inch of your sweat-slick skin with little reminders that you are taken. That you are hers.

As you lie on Ambessa's bed, right where she left you after finally taking mercy on your overstimulated and exhausted body, you struggle to remain conscious. You hear and see only bits and pieces, little snapshots that may or may not commit to memory. Your lady, the one you normally take care of, wiping down your sticky thighs, washing away the sweat that coats your now tender and marked flesh. Her touching each mark, pressing into them just hard enough to watch you flinch and sigh when she then gently caresses them. You catch only blurred glimpses of her face. Her beautiful dark skin decorated with pale scars. Her dark red lips pulled into a soft, satisfied smile while she admires her pet.

Just before you slip away into blissful sleep, you feel her warm body over yours and her mouth beside your ear.

"Count yourself lucky I found you innocent."

[a-french-coconut]

Will Solace loves Star Wars

Nico has seen a lot of weird things in his life.

It's included in the demigod packaged he received upon birth.

Got upgraded to premium after he spent eighty years in a casino where he met tons and tons of unique people.

But seeing his boyfriend and Cecil Markowitz dressed up in some kind of robes, Will in beige and the son of Hermes in black, facing each other on the top of the lava climbing wall is at least earning third place on the podium.

They circling each other when Cecil starts talking.

"I have brought peace, freedom, justice and security to my new empire !"

What is this doofus talking about ?

"Your new empire ?"

"Don't make me kill you."

Nico frowns. He's used by now to his boyfriend's antics but Cecil is sounding really serious.

"Anakin, my allegiance is to the republic, to democracy !", Will screams at Cecil.

Anakin ?

Who in his father's name is Anakin ?

"If you're not with me, then you are my enemy."

"Only a Sith deals in absolute."

Nico figures it's some kind of pop culture he missed on. He has no idea of what a Sith is.

"I will do what I must."

He boyfriend reaches for something in his robes, face deadly serious and golden curls flying around his face.

"You will try"

At his bewilderment, they both ignite some kind of light sword. Cecil does a backflip Nico had no idea the scrawny little thief could do and he attacks his boyfriend.

Music fills his ears, he sees Austin, Kayla, Yan, Gracie and Jerry playing a somber tune as Will and Cecil clash their sword in a practiced dance, their movements swift and graceful.

He watches, a little awed he'll admit, Will doing a backflip to escape Cecil's attack, the two boys using all the place they have in top of the lava wall.

The combat continues for a while, Nico suffering from a heart attack when Cecil almost chokes Will to death, until the music gets faster and more tense, a chore of voices now joining.

They fucking jump on the lava wall.

It occurs now to Nico that the wall has been modified, flying platforms turning around it, sometimes getting splashed by molten lava.

Will and Cecil continue to fight while they jump platforms to platforms, narrowly dodging droplets of lava.

"I have failed you Anakin, I have failed you," Will says with sadness in his voice, hands tightening around his sword.

"I should have knows the Jedi were planning to take over !"

"Anakin, Chancellor Palpatine is evil !"

"From my point of view the Jedi are evil !"

"Then you are lost !"

Nico has never seen such tension between those two. They facing each other, both with grim determination.

"This is the end for you my master.", Cecil says darkly and jump onto Will's platform.

They exchange blows and parries, the platform getting close enough to the ground for Will to kick out Cecil that lands on the ground.

"It's over Anakin, I have the high ground !"

"You underestimate my power !"

"Don't try it", warns Will.

Cecil jumps from the ground towards Will that swings his sword and hit the son of Hermes's both legs.

Nico has to say he is little disappointed when the legs don't get cut off. He's sure his boyfriend is skilled to reattach them. It can't be more hard than arms.

Cecil crumples on the ground, sliding towards the lava pit while Will looks at him.

"You were the Chosen One ! It was said that you would destroy the Sith not join them ! Bring balance to the Force not leaving it in darkness !"

Will is screaming at Cecil, despair echoing in his voice.

"I HATE YOU !" yells back the son of Hermes as Will leaves him.

His boyfriend turns to Cecil, voice broken :

"You were my brother Anakin. I loved you."

Nico has never seen Will like this. Shoulders dropped, grim face with sadness written on it.

Maybe he isn't acting and Cecil really did something to him.

And he just stood there looking like an idiot while his boyfriend fought his ex best friend.

"Hey Will, everything's alright ?"

At the sound of his voice, Will's entire demeanor changes.

"Hello there !"

His face lightens up, a smile graces his features. Gone is the sad boyfriend he was looking at a second ago. In his place stands his goofy boyfriend in beige robes with what Nico can now see is a plastic tube.

"Yes, hi-"

"Breakup material !", Cecil screams from where he is laying the ground, lopsided unconcerned grin like he wasn't chilling one meter away from a pit of lava.

"Nah don't worry Neeks, this one I can forgive due to your special childhood."

"What on earth are you talking about ?"

"The cinematic masterpiece, the magnificent oeuvre d'art, a cultural revolution-"

"Star Wars. He's talking about Star Wars", Kayla cuts her brother off with an amused smile.

"Yes, that exactly. Star Wars."

"What is Star Wars ?"

Will lets out a long sigh.

"I see I have failed you too young Padawan !"

Kayla stifles a laugh at his expression whereas Cecil has no such survival instinct.

His laugh transforms into screams when skeletons hands erupts from the ground to catch him.

"Neeks we talked about using your underworld powers on Cecil", his boyfriends scolds him slightly.

"He deserves it. Now what is Star Wars ?"

"Come tonight at Apollo Cabin ! It's time for the Star Wars marathon !"

Kayla groans and shoots him a glare.

"Good job Nico ! It's going to be my fifth one ! I can only endure so much !"

"Nonsense ! Of Star Wars getting tired you cannot !".

Kayla notches an arrow and Will bolts out snickering :

"See you later Neeks !"

"Come back here you little green gremlin !"

"Yoda is not a gremlin ! He is a wise Jedi master that lived for hundred of- Kayla no ! You can't shoot your head counsellor !"

Austin and the rest start playing a lively tune as Kayla chases around her older brother.

A night cuddling his boyfriend watching movie seems like a great plan. But for now he'll just appreciate the view of Will running like a headless chicken, robes flowing in the wind.

[writefightandflightclub]

“Yes man” (Cecil Dennis {fuck me, how did I get here} x fem!reader)

Summary: Blurby McBlurbFace. Mainly chat, slight fluff, smut, pining / friends to lovers vibes.

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Warnings: alcohol consumption; drug use mentions (weed); smoking; dumbification of Cecil, I guess. Mommy kink if you squint. Public erections / handjob sorta, premature ejaculation / cum in pants. Mentions of dead fish but no fish were harmed. Actually, a surprising number of animal metaphors. Oops. Rimming I’m sorry that one snuck in very last minute Omg.

A/n: having a shitty mental health day (boo) and this Cecil blurb (whilst not my best) is my self-care ☺️ I don’t remember his character well aside from wet bloody cat boy, but I’m damn sure not rewatching that again so this will have to do 😅. Feedback appreciated! 🧡 (Is the rimming too much? 🙈) Not proofed and I’m almost positive autocorrect will have screwed me over.

Also totally inspired by @my-secret-shame’s meme and @foxilayde’s amazing blurb. I will not pretend to have had an original idea! 🧡

“Come onnnn, Cecil,” you whine, poking him in his soft belly with your index finger. He giggles lightly, almost like a hiccough. “It’s always me coming up with the ideas. What do you wanna do next?”

He turns his head as though in slow motion. Moves as if he’s underwater, this one - at least when he’s got food and several beers in him (which is most of the time). He looks up. Blinks at you; dumbly. “What do you mean?”

Eh. You’d really thought your statement had been quite clear.

You resist the urge to pinch his cheek and tell him It’s a good job you’re pretty.

“I mean, that I suggest things, and you go along with them.”

He blinks again. It’s like everything is just a little slower in Cecil’s world. Takes a little longer to filter through. It’s refreshing, in a way. He’s in no rush, and it encourages you to slow down too. To smell the roses.

Cecil is beyond easy-going, come to think of it. Goes with the flow like a dead fish. You’re pretty sure, in fact, that he’d go along with just about anything. With just about anybody’s hare-brained schemes, without once thinking through a single one of the potential consequences.

Scratch that - he probably already has done just that; which would explain a lot of the trouble he’s routinely gotten himself into since you’ve known him.

Though, you suppose, in a way that’s refreshing too. You always did worry too much.

Besides, he always seems to muddle through, somehow. Though quite how has you stumped. It’s hardly due to his charm or his smarts, now, is it? Even so, despite whatever attributes he is lacking in, you can’t deny that he must be doing something right. Trouble simply seems to slide right off the man’s back. Like water off a… well. A dead fish, you guess. What a versatile metaphor.

He blinks at you again. Maybe those big pretty cow eyes help, just a teency bit, to get him out of trouble, you would wager.

Look at him though. You’ve never seen anyone more relaxed. Practically horizontal as he’s hunkered down in the booth, seated next to you in the corner of your usual dive bar. Maybe there’s something to be said for all the pot and seedy hotel room fucks he indulges in. You bet his shoulders are inordinately loose. Maybe he really does have it all figured out, despite appearances.

As you ponder this, Cecil -eventually- makes a non-committal noise, before his bloodshot, glassy eyes flick back to the TV hung up on the wall. He is barely even watching it. Just letting it happen to him, like he does with most everything else.

That’s probably why you’ve never fucked him, you realise, like a bolt out of the blue. He’s pretty, sure. But you wouldn’t.

You don’t mind control - that’s not it. You don’t mind taking charge. But with Cecil? You think he’d take it lying down - a little too literally. If you’d ever suggested you and he fool around, you’d never know for sure. Never know if it really was his idea - a thought or desire he’d ever had before - or if he was simply far too agreeable and opportunistic to decline. So agreeable, that he’d let you ease your vagina up and down on his cock until you came on him. You were intrigued by the thought, sure. But you refused to go there simply because Cecil couldn’t come up with anything better to do.

You look at him, and immediately bat that thought - the vagina all over cock one - away though, as you regard his complete lack of gumption. It’s tangible. Look at him now, for example. He’d seemed to like the way the air from his non-committal noise had filtered over the neck of his bottle, tucked under his folded chin. Indeed, he is now pursing his full, curvy lips, and blowing over the mouth of it until a soft series of “hoots” fill your booth.

You fold your arms and sigh.

You reckon that will amuse him for the next ten minutes at least, so clearly, once again, Cecil’s not the one coming up with a plan for the remainder of this evening.

It’s not that you ever really have to do anything with Cecil to have a good time. It’s just that, tonight, you’re antsy, and it’s making your thoughts wander in directions. Down below his zipper directions, so help you.

“Beer’s empty,” Cecil states flatly, finally noticing after sucking on the bottle for a mo, poking his wet pink tongue around the rim like the little wet cat boy he is. Cute though. Does things to you.

Anyway. You register his statement, but you observe that no action follows. He doesn’t look at all like he plans to do a damn thing about it.

You decide to test your theory, then. Your theory that Cecil’s simply a dead fish swept along in your river. That maybe he doesn’t even want to be here at all. Never did. That you are just another something that happened to happen to him.

“Do you wanna go get Mexican?” you offer, with ulterior motives Cecil is not shrewd enough to pick up on.

His eyes tick back from the captivating, shifting lights of the TV. “Sure,” he smiles softly at you, perfectly content, it seems - and yet, you are less than satisfied.

“See!” You smack the palms of your hands together in triumph, and he jumps. Pushes himself up a little straighter in the seat, his palms disappearing into the worn, lumpy upholstery. “See what I mean?”

He blinks at you blankly. Again.

Clearly not, then?

“You just go along with anything I say. We ate two hours ago, Cecil,” you complain, recalling the all you can eat Chinese buffet you and he had gorged on with two coupons you’d cut out of the newspaper. You drop your hands to your lap, dejectedly. You’re getting agitated with him, which surprises you, in truth. And still… there Cecil is. Unflappable. Calm. Constant. There are pros to his cons, for sure. “I just… I never know if you actually like what we’re doing, you know?”

“But. You always suggest things I like. So why would I say no?” He shrugs a little. “Tacos are good. I like tacos. I like…” he hoots into his bottle again as he says the word. “You-ooooooh.”

You hate to admit it, but his answer has you stumped for a moment. Cecil’s statements may generally be simple. Uncomplicated. But they can be oddly profound at times.

Christ. Maybe… Does the man actually have a valid point? Or, perhaps you’re looking too hard for meaning in his words - it’s possible. You feel like you’ve spent a lot of time lately looking hard at Cecil, perhaps to justify your bizarre and inexplicable feelings.

Possibly you’re even projecting. His seeming lack of independent willpower would certainly make that easy enough to do.

Maybe the man has a point though. Maybe he’s not as “easy-going” as you think he is. Maybe you’re just coincidentally so attuned to his desires that he’s never had cause to deny you. Maybe you are aligned with his desires. One and the same. “What if I asked you to do something you didn’t like, then?”

You slurp up the dregs of melted ice through your straw and Cecil blinks again as though it’s taking all of his processing power. Damn, though. You’re surprised that the fanning of those endlessly long cow lashes didn’t cause the curtains behind you to billow in the breeze they threw up. “Like what?”

You shake your head. Touch his arm to placate him. “Never mind, Cecil.” Christ. If he can’t even think of a single Thing He Wouldn’t Like, maybe you can safely stick to your dead fish hypothesis. It’s all the same to him. Just happening to him. He’s not choosing you.

That particular thought, when it arrives, niggles you more than expected, but you quash the growing agitation which rides in alongside it.

Meanwhile, Cecil looks around, quite visibly thinking. “I wouldn’t get up outta this seat,” he states adamantly, his voice croaked from all the blunts he’s worked through today. “I wouldn’t like that.”

You believe him. He’s practically sliding down to become a puddle on the floor. Dissolving into the bar furniture; becoming one with the upholstery.

Your lips curl up into a tender smile, remembering one particularly ridiculous night at Cecil’s. The night involving a 3am bong sesh, culminating in him genuinely believing he had merged with the couch, becoming a half-human half-upholstery monstrosity. He had waved the two huge, puffy couch cushions around as though they were his arms, and he’d grabbed you up in the middle of them like a grilled cheese, sandwiching you and taking you down to the floor where the two of you had rolled and laughed until you’d cried.

When the laughter had subsided to only the odd titter here and there, and you had lain on his disgusting rug almost nose to nose? That’s the first time you’d wanted to kiss him, and it turned out not to have been the last.

Fuck. You are rather fond of this idiot, aren’t you? How the fuck did that happen?

Engaged fully now though - slightly more lucid than your fond memory- Cecil sits up. Still slouched but this time over the table, his forearms bracing him against the surface. As he moves, you get a waft of his layered, stale cigarette smell. It’s… confusing, in its appeal. Should be off-putting, but you find, in fact, that it’s a comfort.

“No? You don’t wanna?”

With a rush of affection you link your arm through Cecil’s, and he slumps his head on to your shoulder as though it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You weren’t ready for the way his knotted curls brush your cheek, and it inspires a similarly dense and tangled knot to form in your middle.

“No.” It’s the most sure you’ve ever heard him sound. “I don’t wanna get up.”

“A minute ago we were going for Mexican food, Cecil.” There’s a beat. “That kinda involves movement, you realise?

He swivels his head towards you then, gaze all doe-eyed and pathetic, and the proximity of him parroting on your shoulder knocks you for six. “You mad at me or something, Hottie from Walmart?”

You snort. He doesn’t always pull out that nickname for you - how you’d been known to him before you had been known to him - but it always makes you sentimental when he does.

He shifts from you then, tilting his body towards you. Scrutinising you with apprehension in his sweet face.

Fuck him actually, and fuck his pouty beautiful kissable lips most of all.

You sigh, and you deliberately soften your face. He’s easy-going, sure, but he’s sensitive. Trouble slides off of his back, but other things… other things don’t slip off quite so well, and he often gets like this. Like he’s done something wrong, when he hasn’t.

You actively resist the urge to coddle him. To tenderly rake his somewhat grimy but beautiful curls off of his forehead.

You hardly want to examine the fact he brings out your… motherly instincts; but it doesn’t escape your attention that he always seems like he’s craving just a little nurturing. You want to take your thumb and smooth out the creases in his troubled brow.

“No, Cecil. I’m not mad at you. I’d tell you if I was and we’d talk about it.”

He nods.

You’re not mad at him. Really. And so, you take pause to wonder why this happy-go-lucky trait of his is particularly irking you today. “It’s mostly a good thing, I promise.”

“It is?”

“Yeah.”

He looks pleased for a minute and then: “Wait. What’s a good thing?”

You want to kiss his stupid mouth until he can’t think. Which you don’t think would take long at all, actually.

“That…” You think about how to phrase it, and it quickly occurs to you. “That. You’re my ‘yes man’.” He is expressionless for a moment, and you wait for comprehension to slowly crawl over him. “I mean, Cecil,” you take his clammy hand in yours. “That it’s always fun with you. I mean that you never shoot down my ideas. Even when you probably should.”

His face splits with a brief - goofy, but wholly endearing - smile. “You have fun with me?”

His big cow eyes go all soft and wet.

Oh boy. This idiot. If you didn’t have fun with him, even just sitting on his grotty couch, what other reason could you possibly have to hang out with him, huh?

You open your mouth to say as much before thinking better of it, but for once Cecil beats you to it.

“I have fun with you too, Hottie.”

It’s another one of those moments of levity that you’ve experienced surprisingly often with Cecil. One of those moments where everything feels a just little more profound. A little more magical. Sometimes, Cecil gets you in the gut just a little harder than expected.

Great. And now you’re thinking of Cecil all up in your guts.

“I should think so - I’m awesome. But, right now? All I’m saying is…” You tap your noggin. “Tank empty. No ideas. It’s your turn to decide what we do tonight? Okay?”

You search his eyes. His big, beautiful, sincere and secretless eyes. You silently ask the true question you want to ask him. I want to know what you want.

You’re not yet ready to admit the questions buried right beneath that one: do you want me back? Could you? Would you, Cecil?

“Yeah?” Cecil responds, unsure, and you immediately worry that you have, in fact, given him too much responsibility. His expression compresses in a frown of deep, deep concentration. Like he’s really wrestling with this.

You watch with bated breath, dying to see what he comes up with - if anything at all.

And then - aha - he finally has it.

“I could jerk off.”

“Wha-?” You playfully bat him in the arm, aghast. “Cecil!!”

“What?” A surprised, contrite laugh bobs in his throat.

“I mean.” You swallow. “How is that an idea for both of us?”

Oh that’s your problem with his idea?

That it’s not participatory enough?

“You could help.”

Your jaw drops open. “Cecil! I’m not gonna-” you switch to a loud whisper “-jerk you off!”

He blinks again, his eyes glinting with a gentle - ever so gentle - flicker of amusement. “You’re not a yes man,” he complains softly, his curly lips sneaking up into a curly smile. “Always shooting down my ideas.”

He bats his lashes at you and oh boy - even Cecil must be starting to figure out that you’re a sucker for those big, pretty brown eyes. Your one true weakness.

“That’s really what you want?” you ask, trying to keep things light. To keep your tone jokey and jovial, like always, despite the rising tremor in your voice. “It would involve getting up, you realise?”

He winks at you - a gesture which seems entirely unlike him and yet somehow works - and smirks down at his crotch. “Already am.”

“If you’re really so uncontrollably horny, why don’t you get someone else around here to help you, huh?” Your heart skips a beat. “Why me?”

He’s looking at you like he wants you but… he’s an opportunistic guy. Goes with the flow. That’s how things come to him; he’ll take his cigarettes and beers and fucks wherever and whenever he can get them.

He unceremoniously pulls out a rolled blunt and lights it up, the filter end pressed between his plush pink lips.

“No.” It bobs as he talks and he takes little, peppered drags to get the burn going.

“No?”

You blink at him dumbly now.

“No. I only want you.”

Correction. That’s the most sure of anything you’ve ever heard him.

He slips forward, exhaling his smoke into your mouth as his lips caress yours. “Come on,” he encourages. “Get going. Before my penis turns into a couch cushion.”

He kisses your laugh, and as his tongue slides hungrily against yours suddenly it isn’t quite so funny. Suddenly, you feel like maybe Cecil has the best ideas.

“Right here?” You reach down, and you smooth your palm over the clothed bulge at his crotch. “In the booth?”

“I’m already barred. Heh. What are they gonna do?”

You smile at him, licking your lips as Cecil bucks up into your hand, his head lolling back against the lip of his seat, and his pretty eyes fluttering closed.

He groans, as your fingers snake to tease open the button at his fly.

“Oops,” Cecil whispers contritely, almost immediately, his cheeks and his ears darkening with a deep crimson flush as he looks over to you. “I just… I…”

Oh God. He just came in his pants, didn’t he? Oh Lord that makes you inexplicably hot.

His big, pretty eyes are wet with apology. “Are you mad?”

“No, Cecil.” Poor baby. “I just think I should take you home and get you cleaned up, hmm?” You next words all run into one, as you struggle to get your new genius plan out of your mouth. “Mayberimyoualittlewhatdoyousay?”

Did you actually just suggest that you take him home to rim him? Good Lord.

He blinks rapidly, the colour in his cheeks flowering more, like a beautiful rose unfurling. “Y-Yes. I say yes.”

It’s a hare-brained plan, for sure, but you decide that for once,

you might as well just…

go with the flow.

It certainly works for Cecil.

[thebrainrotsreal]

Invincible Fic Recs

Also bored as hell so here's Invincible fic recommendations because I can, in no particular order. This fandom's weirdly small (from what I can see) but there are people making fics and I will treasure and cherish them until the sun explodes. Thank you fanfic writers, I love you fanfic writers, doing incredible work, fanfic writers <3 Maybe you've read all these already, or hopefully you can find a fic to adore! TBH a lot of Mark-centic fics because I am biased <3 Feel free to add on!!!

 something better, pushed right back by umanta | Word Count: 13k | Tags to Note: PTSD, Homophobia, Racism, Child Abuse | Oneshot

Being invincible has less to do with the body and more to do with the soul. Mark's friends use the power of teenage shenanigans to help him find his feet again.

Notes: Literally one of my fav Invincible fics of all time. They're just teens and I love all of them so much.

me and myself by avisisisisisissss (joyfuldreamlandcheesecake) | Word Count: 4.6k | Tags to Note: AU, Torture, Evil Mark, Dimensional Travel | WIP!

Mark is dealing with Angstrom's death and the stains of blood on his hands. Meanwhile, Mark has been captured by Cecil, who is torturing him to get him to answer to him. ...It's complicated. Or, when his evil version from another universe ends up in this dimension, Mark starts to feel like someone threw gasoline in his dumpster fire of a life.

Notes: Me biased? Pshhh, not at all. But AU based on a post of mine, please read it, it's really incredible already :)

in the end, you're all i have by orphan_account | Word Count: 1.4k | Tags to Note: Post-Season 1, Hugging, Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Oneshot

Amber’s incredulous look is only brief before she reaches over and grabs the book, opening it to the last page that she was reading. Mark’s eyes are fluttering before she even makes it through the first page; his body goes slack against her, breathing lulls, attention wavers. But she keeps reading the words on the pages, brushing her hand through his hair until she hears soft snores whistling through his nostrils and he finally succumbs to his exhaustion.

Notes: I love Amber and Mark and this is such so soft and good. Truly lovely.

Architect of Your Own Demise by Marzi | Word count: 7k | Tags to Note: AU, Role Reversal, Canon levels of violence, | Oneshot

A lot of his dad's stories were about a beautiful wizard saving a prince from a tall, lonely tower. His dad had a whole series of adventures they went on once the prince was rescued. Though he still seemed to get into plenty of trouble, the wizard always helped him escape. Finding out the stories were true had been thrilling. His mother did save his father when they first met, but she hadn't used spells. She was an alien. She was a superhero. And one day, Mark would be too.

Notes: In all honesty, Marzi writes so many epic Invincible fics, it's had not to list them all, please check them out if you somehow havent' already??? I am weak for Role Swaps though and this is does it so well.

Cold Snap by Marzi (series) | Word Count: 11.9k total | Tags to Note: what if debbie was also allowed to make bad choices, possession, potentially disturbing mutilation based impulses | WIP!

The edge of her mouth twitched again, like it was caught on some hook. She was smiling. She was laughing at him. That wasn't his wife. He moved forward, hand outstretched and on her throat. He had her pinned against the counter before he finished blinking. "What are you?" She leaned into him, unconcerned with the threat against her. It also clearly didn’t care about hiding anymore. "Think you have time to find out?"

Notes: Another Marzi fic because I love Debbie. POSSESSED DEBBIE LIKE HELLO??? I had to share.

Spill the tea boy by mandaree1 | Word Count: 1k | Tags to Note: Set After "It's Been A While", | Oneshot

Mark is visited by friends on Thraxa.

Notes: Crying sobbing begging for more GoG & Mark interactions like these. They heal me ok, thank you, op.

all the things left behind by cadastre | Word Count: 28K | Tags to Note: AU, Captivity, Forced Cohabitation, Aftermath of Torture, Survivor's Guilt, Nolan Grayson's A+ Parenting | WIP!

Mark is invincible. When the world ends, that becomes William's problem.

Notes: Omg fucked up Mark and William interactions??? HELLO? Yes PLEASE? No one is having a good time <3 I haven't seen a fic quite like this so please read!

from a body that used to be yours by thislittlebagofdreams | Word Count: 30K | Tags to Note: Angst, Self Hatred, Alien Biology, Binge Eating, | WIP!

After his dad reveals the truth, Mark returns home to find half the silverware missing. Or: After his dad reveals the truth, Mark reminds his mom too much of his dad.

Notes: I haven't seen an alien bio fic either for this fandom and this is STELLAR! I love the change that Viltramites can't cry, that's such a epic idea???

All Alone Now by YingYangKay | Word Count: 2k | Tags to Note: Solitary Confinement, Dissociation, | Oneshot

Imprisoned and alone, (Evil) Mark has plenty of time to self-reflect and think about his life choices.

Notes: ILY EVIL MARK! I just adore his POV as he reflects, entrapped, and alone. Angst my beloved.

Again, feel free to add on! :D I hope someone finds a new fic to read and adore!!!

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 19

Hey, guys. Sorry it took so long to get this out. The chapter was fighting me and I have had the absolutely worst week. However in slightly happier news, my partner got a new job and that means I should be able to quit mine and go back to writing full time. I'll let you know more when I do, but it's looking more and more likely.

I realized it had been a while since we had an Eddie centric chapter and decided this would be the one. And I left it on a cliffhanger again. But don't worry next chapter will see more than one villain vanquished.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18

***

Eddie was seething. He hadn’t been this mad since he learned Max was moving to New York. Actually. No. He was madder then that. He was pissed.

Gareth grimaced. “They won’t do anything?”

“No,” Eddie growled. “Because he technically hasn’t violated the protection order, according to them.”

“If he can’t get with in five hundred feet,” Brian said, “then how did he find out about Steve.”

Eddie threw up his arms into the air. “That’s what I asked.”

“I’m betting,” Mandy said, “that they didn’t have a good answer?”

“Apparently since Seth showed up at Hopper’s,” Eddie snarled, “and not Steve’s shop, that he was just going around to all the tattoo parlors and threatening everyone.”

Jeff rolled his eyes. “I bet they didn’t even check with other tattoo shops and just made that shit up.”

“I even talked to Officer Callahan who was in charge of the original case file because he’s not supposed to be out of jail yet,” Eddie said, beginning to pace. “He never went.”

“What?!” came the shocked cry of outrage from everyone.

“Yeah,” Eddie continued. “Apparently he made a deal with the DA and they didn’t tell me. He got two years probation.”

“That’s bullshit!” Mandy hissed. “He was going to kill you.”

“Criminal mischief,” Eddie said. “Domestic abuse down to criminal mischief. $300 fine, two year probation, and forced to take a class about how not to be a violent offender.”

“It’s because you’re a man, isn’t it?” Gareth asked, licking his lips slowly. “These fuckers don’t think a man can be abused.”

Eddie pursed his lips into a line and nodded.

“Hop’s calling in a couple of favors to keep Steve safe,” he said. “But that does jack shit about me. And this isn’t me calling out that shit. That’s Hop’s prerogative but he’s my dumb ass ex, who’s protecting me?”

“We are,” Jeff said. “You don’t go anywhere without one of us. Garth, since you’re the only one without a roommate at the moment, Eddie’s going to stay with you. Brian, talk to Cecil, he’s studying law. See what he can recommend.”

Gareth and Brian both nodded.

Eddie buried his head into his hands. “This is such bullshit.”

Mandy came up and gave him a hug. “We’ll get through this. We did before and we will again. And this time we have more people that would be willing to help. Steve, Robin, Chrissy, hell the whole of the Royal Pain would throw hands for you.”

Eddie chuckled. He knew that too. “Well, maybe not Erica.”

Brian snorted. “That girl would sell her own mother for a cookie.”

“Not even a Girl Scout cookie,” Jeff agreed. “That girl is bound for world domination.”

“No doubt.”

*

“You tell me right now,” Wayne said when Eddie had called that night, “do you need me up there? Because work be damned, boy, I’ll be up there in two shakes of lamb’s tail.”

Eddie chewed on his nail. He felt like that little boy all over again. Being given the choice between being with his uncle or being put in a foster home. He didn’t want to be a bother to anyone, but he knew. He knew that Wayne was someone that wouldn’t care. That he could be as big a bother as he wanted, he would still be loved.

He let out a shuddering breath and like that little boy all those years ago said, “Yes. Please.”

“I’ve got some vacation time coming,” Wayne said as if he didn’t have weeks and weeks of it stored up because he was never sick a day in his life. “I cane be up there for as long as you need me, you hear?”

“I’m staying with Gareth for the time being,” Eddie said solemnly, “because Jeff is worried that Seth will follow me home.”

“Smart man, your Jeff,” Wayne agreed. “I have a friend in Indy I can crash on the sofa of for a couple of days until I can find something a little more permanent.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Let me know when you get into town and we’ll meet up for lunch.”

“You can finally take me to that pizza place you’ve been going on about for months.”

Eddie laughed, a knot loosening in his chest. “You’ve got it, old man.”

*

A few days later Steve was waiting for the pizza he had ordered for the shop, playing silly games on his phone when the bell announced new arrivals. He looked up instinctively and grinned.

He waved. “Eddie!”

Eddie lit up with a big smile. “Stevie?” He hopped over, an older man following a little slower behind.

“Hey!” Steve greeted. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Eddie’s smile turned into a grin. “DiMaggio’s is the best pizza place in Indy, not coming here is a crime.”

“If it’s not it certainly should be,” Steve agreed with his own answering grin.

“Steve,” Eddie said, “this is my uncle, Wayne. He’s staying in town for a few days.”

Steve’s mood was dampened a bit, knowing why he was in town. “Nice to meet you. I was planning a trip back down Hawkins at the end of the summer so that Eddie could introduce us, sorry we had meet under lesser than ideal circumstances.”

Wayne blinked at him for a moment before turning to Eddie. “This one is a keeper.”

Eddie blushed, shoving his hair in front of his face, ducking his head to hide his embarrassment.

Steve just smiled fondly at him. “I think that’s up to him.”

Wayne’s eyebrows shot up. “I like him.”

That surprised a laugh out of Eddie causing him to drop the hair. “Me too.”

“Let me just go order our pizzas,” Eddie murmured and darted for the front counter.

“He’s cute,” Steve said, waving his hand to the chair in front of him for Wayne to sit.

Wayne took the seat and smiled. “He certainly is. I’m glad the world didn’t beat the silliness out of him.”

“Me too,” Steve agreed. “I love how earnest and outgoing he is.”

Wayne hummed. “He tell what was going on?”

Steve nodded. “I’m afraid it’s my fault. Seth came after me at a friend’s shop, tried to threaten me into leaving Eddie alone.”

“I don’t think being threatened is the fault of the victim,” he said, his voice a deep comforting rumble.

Steve blushed. “That’s what Jeff and Robin said.”

“Jeff I know,” Wayne said, “Robin I don’t, but it sounds to me like they both have their heads on straight and you should be listening to them and not that voice in the back of your head.” He tapped Steve forehead for emphasis.

The bell above the door rang again and Mike and Will walked in. Steve raised a eyebrow when he spotted them.

“DiMaggio’s is certainly hopping for a random Thursday,” he commented dryly to Will when he lead a slightly reluctant Mike over to their table. Eddie arrived at the table just moments later and there are hugs and greetings all around.

“You caused quite a stir at the latest family dinner,” Will said with a huge grin to Steve.

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, how did that happen?”

“Jonathan is back on Mom’s couch,” he said with a smirk.

Steve reared his head back. “And how did that involve me?”

“Argyle kicked him out of the apartment because him and Nancy lied to him about who’s fault your and her relationship ended.”

“Nancy is furious at them both,” Mike said with a half shrug. “I’m not sure their relationship is going to survive that little revelation.”

Steve winced. “Yeah...that’s on them though. How was I to know that Jonathan hadn’t been honest to Argyle about that.”

Eddie bumped his shoulder. “You weren’t.”

“Oh we are totally on your side,” Will said.

Mike nodded. “Yeah, man. It was straight up bullshit all the lying they did.”

“Mom’s pissed because she really liked you,” Will continued, “and believed Jonathan about how things went down. Like of course she did. He’s her son, but she should have tried to get your side of it.”

“Those eight years are totally on her,” Steve said, holding his hands up in surrender. “You’ve been trying to tell her for years to at least talk to me about it.”

Will and Mike nodded.

Mike chewed on his lip as he played with the loose string on the hem of his t-shirt. “Is it bad I hope Nancy and Jonathan break up?”

The table got silence for a moment.

Wayne lifted his chin. “Why’s that, son?”

“Because I don’t think she wants a relationship. I think she was only with Jonathan and Steve,” he said waving at him with his left hand, “is because that’s what you’re ‘supposed’ to do.”

“Steve!” the counter called.

Steve got up to get his pizza order, he stopped back at the table. “I don’t think it’s a bad you want your sister to learn how to be herself without a partner. I think it shows that you’re more mature then she is. You’re a good man, Mike.”

He clapped Mike’s shoulder and then waved goodbye to everyone. He pulled out his keys and walked out to his car, flipping the key ring around as he thought.

He never intended this to happen when he saw his ex at the grocery store, but honestly? Maybe it was a good thing to get all those wounds brought to light so that they could heal properly.

For all their sakes.

*

Steve was ready for the weekend. His week had been a literal hell. But Eddie had promised that he would have fun. The band had been practicing a couple of new songs and were debuting them Saturday night.

He sat at the curve of the table, sandwiched between Robin, who wouldn’t care, only to tease him mercilessly later, and Mandy who got it, how fucking sexy Eddie and the band was when they were on stage.

Steve wished he could say he was better prepared every time Eddie got on stage, but every week Eddie went out of his way to drive Steve absolutely wild.

“He does this on purpose doesn’t he?” Steve asked after a particularly hot number where Eddie fell to his knees grinding on his guitar.

Mandy laughed. “I would like to put you out of your misery and say yes, but no. When Eddie gets on stage he loses all connection to the audience and just rocks out. His fans love it.”

Steve looked around the dingy bar and had to agree. They were just as turned on as he was. He shifted uncomfortably in his jeans, clearing his throat. “If we...” he cleared his throat again. “I mean if Eddie were to–if we were–”

Mandy took pity on him. “If you two were going out would the fans tear you to pieces for touching what they can’t?”

Steve bit his lip and nodded, looking at his hands that were twisted in lap.

She gave his knee a squeeze. “I honestly don’t know what the fans would do. But Eddie wouldn’t give a damn what they think. He’s been booed before for a song that they didn’t think was metal enough and he didn’t let that stop him. Not once.”

Steve let out a breath. It was always something that worried him. He knew he went against the grain in everything he did, but he didn’t want that with Eddie. He didn’t want to be with Eddie just because it went against the norm of what was expected of either of them.

They arrived at the club and already Robin was on the dance floor. She loved dancing and soon Mandy, Chrissy, Jeff, and Brian were out there with her. Gareth, Eddie, and Steve watched in amusement as their friends let loose on the dance floor, living it up under the rainbow lights and the thumping beat of the music.

Steve turned around and Eddie wasn’t there.

“You seen Eddie?” he shouted at Gareth.

Gareth shot up and looked around. “Shit.”

Somehow during their watching of their friends cutting it up, Eddie had slipped away.

“You check out back to see if he’s gone for a smoke,” Steve said.

Gareth nodded.

“I’m going to check the bar.”

Gareth nodded again.

Across the crowded room, a man in a tailored white suit grinned as he moved to the back of the club where the restrooms were, eyes glittering with want and rage as he scented his prey.

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[owfwandotherstuff]

My take on the ow voice headcanon (Japanese dub edition)

Most of them are taken from sample clips, and it's more like "they could play the role" than "they do play the role", actually none of them make sense

Iggy

Definitely an “every protagonist these days” type voice, but not “a hero in apprentice” kind of one

Which means you can dig down the large mine of actors, and you must dig down the large mine of actors

So I think it’s fine

Genzou

Forget the “crackly” part. The market doesn’t have the section and everyone sounds like a photoshopped skin

It was hard to find someone who can play a chubby man and sounds deep but doesn’t sound like seven-foot tall, not young but doesn’t sound like sixty years old (or actually sixty years old)

The VA is quite versatile, and this clip is the only sample of him acting in a thick-deep range

Orlam

I was looking up a sample of a lowered, naturally high-pitched voice with a squeaky tone, and I found the latter clip. I thought it’s neat and checked the other samples of the VA

He’s telling a dirty joke in the former clip, and in one of the other clips that isn't included in the video, he says, “It’s hard to date only one woman" "I have a European-styled philosophy. There's only two important things in life: wine and women” I burst out laughing

Gidget

An upper-middle-range voice in non-anime is a lower-middle-range voice in anime

The VA plays a lot of boy roles, and in the latter clip she’s acting as a boy or acting very boyish, so the voice could lean toward androgynous

Bucks

The VA did Katie from Mitchells vs. Machines, which is a rare example of a female protagonist who keeps the same tone as the original, and her sample clip has what I needed

Hunar

I think Hunar’s voice sounds a bit deep (for an anime standard) and has some maturity

Cecil

Sounds clear and handsome, an every protagonist type but “acting in deeper range” kind of voice, like, you know

Jerry

I chose a legend because I think it’s okay to make rabbits sound old

The clip is taken from Jujutsu Kaisen because his sample clip doesn’t have his iconic squeaky falsetto

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hiiii, hope u're doing well :)

Can I request a slow burn-strangers to lovers connor stoll x mortal reader please?

( no headcanon, just a one shot 🫡)

Like how they met, their first kiss... AND connor reveling he's a half blood

A fem reader or gender neutral is okay

Okay so this has been sitting in my drafts since the stone ages but I had a burst of motivation so here's 2.9k of teasing and fluff

It's not really a slow burn because it's a one shot but it's implied that it happens over time so yk yk. And I checked all the boxes you get first interactions a make-out session and the big reveal :)

<3

Cafe au but it's not an au--- Connor Stoll x gn mortal!reader

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“We’ve got a new kid today, you wanna show him the ropes?”

You finished ripping the receipt out of the machine and smiled politely at the customer who took their change and moved to the side. The receipt made a tearing sound as you pushed it onto the metal spike [you didn’t actually know what it was called, you realized], and then spun around, “oh thank god, yes please.”

“That’s what I thought,” Maria chuckled, wrapping an apron around her middle and pining his name tag to the front of the green material that had an odd shaped stain on the pocket. “You hate the till.”

“Who doesn’t?” 

“Hopefully the new kid, he should be here in a minute, I did say four thirty.” He looked up at the clock behind the queue of customers waiting for their coffees that read four forty, and then glanced towards the glass doors.

“What’s his name?” You ask, resetting the price on the cash register and taking off the stupid little cap whoever was at the til had to wear. You groaned, “oh please don’t tell me it’s his first job, i can’t explain how to count change to another pimply little-”

“It’s his first job, just moved to New York,” she said, lifting up a sticky note and reading the note underneath it on the whiteboard near the mops. “And his name is… Cecil Markowitz.”

“I’m here, I’m here!”

“We noticed.” Maria muttered drily, pulling the cap over her jagged strawberry blonde hair. 

A blonde kid, maybe fifteen or so, panted on the other side of the counter. He was in a school uniform that he tugged a black hoodie over the top of as he spoke at the speed of light. “Sorry, my brother had to drive me and he ran like four red lights so we wouldn’t be late but then-”

“Then you shut up so your amazing big brother —who did not have to drive you here by the way, I have other things I could be doing— wouldn’t get arrested?” Another boy asked with a raised eyebrow, swinging car keys around his pointer finger. You had to pay a little more attention to him than the bouncing blonde currently eyeing the tip jar, because wow, the jawline he had…

“You have to look after us Connor! That’s the whole agreement!” Cecil hissed up at his brother. 

“Zip it, short stuff.” Connor [you liked the name] smirked, then turned to you. His eyes widened for a moment and you ignored the fact you immediately noticed they were blue. He blinked a few times and then cleared his throat, “Um. uh, I’ll get a black coffee… please.”

You just shrugged at him, and motioned for Cecil to follow you into the kitchens, where the fridge foods were whipped up. “Don’t order from me, I'm showing short stuff around.”

A look of horror dawned on the new employee’s face. “No, not you too!”

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“I’m sorry, but we don’t serve pizza here, there’s a dominoes a few blocks away if you-”

“No, I want to order one here, thank you.” The customer said to you with a frown and that patronizing look you got ten times a day just for being a teenager. “I know what I’m talking about, I’ve gotten pizza here a million times, and I'd like two large meatlovers.”

You stared blankly at the woman in front of you for a moment and wondered if it was too late to drown yourself in caramel sauce just so you wouldn’t have to deal with this lady. You take a deep breath and bring out that perfectly fake smile again to-

“Oh Fucknuggets! Miss, that chick just ran off with your purse! You’d better go chase her down!”

“What?” She shrieked, and reached for her big red leather bag and went pale under her orangey powdered face. “Oh for heaven's sake!”

The woman was out the door immediately, chasing down four different people that had just left the cafe. She waved her arms wildly and wailed like a duck that had just been stepped on.

Connor watched her leave with an amused expression on his face you had to quickly pull your eyes away from. He reached into the pockets of his spiderman hoodie [SpiderHam, to be specific] and pulled out a blinged up silver purse, flicking through the contents with interest. 

He turned to you and held up an ID card with that smug expression that made your stomach feel like you’d had too much bubble tea. “I reckon I could pull it off, in the right lighting.”

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see that.” You said quickly with your eyes narrowed, but Connor pulled the wads of cash out and stuffed it into the tip jar as he turned to the glass double doors. 

“Hey!”

Cecil nearly stumbled into another customer and you motioned to the back of the cafe, pulling his apron off the rack and handing it to him as he took off his yellow beanie, which for some reason had a lot of little sun’s sewn around the edges. “Hey short stuff, you can start by taking the trash out.”

He visibly sunk, tying the apron around his middle and sighing. 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Definitely don’t go over the fence to the back of the dollar store because it would be a terrible idea to see the baby racoons living in the recycling bin.”

Connor grinned, watching his little brother speed out of the room with black bags of rubbish in his hands. “So… Can I order from you today?”

“As long as it’s not a pizza, go ahead.”

“...What’s your favorite?” Connor asked, leaning on the bench littered in plastic cup lids and receipts, with his chin in his hands. He was lucky there wasn’t a queue behind him, but you probably would’ve let him sit there and distract you anyway.

You just tapped away at the ipad, sending the last of the order’s over to Maria, who was making one of the matcha teas. “Not a black coffee, if that’s what you're asking.”

“No seriously, what is it?” he said, and you felt yourself get hot when he glanced somewhere a bit lower than your eyes. Not in a gross way, but holy shit when did his own eyes get that lidded? “Maybe I’ll try it sometime…”

“Are you asking to kiss me or do you actually want an iced strawberry tea?” You blurted out, hand frozen over the screen in front of you. 

Connor went red in a matter of seconds and shot up, his eyes certainly not lidded anymore. “Oh look at the time I have to go make sure my goldfish doesn’t drown,” He yelped, tripping over untied shoelaces and scrambling to the door. 

“Careful… You’re looking at him like you look at those racoons.” Maria muttered as he walked past with a little grin.

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You dumped your school bag on a bench in the corner of the kitchen, but before you could ask Jerry if there was a new order you were supposed to pick up some new ingredients [the amount of times Connor ordered a black coffee when he dropped off Cecil meant they were seriously out of it[, someone banged on the back door. 

It was pouring with rain outside, but you eased open the door and peaked out into the stormy weather, then frowned at the figure. “What are you doing back here-”

You stopped in your tracks and choked, nearly dropping the drink in your hands. Cecil rubbed his hands together to avoid frostbite, a thin line of blood down the side of his face. His hair was stuck to his forehead, and thin patches of golden powder covered it, and his clothes.

He grinned, wiping his nose. “If it’s any consolation… This isn’t my blood?”

“Maria’ll clean you up, go.” You open the door properly and shove him into the warmth, then shut it behind you and step out into the biting wind that ripped though your green apron, and marched up to the car parked near the dumpster.

Holding your hand over your eyes so you weren’t blinded by the headlights, you yelled at the driver. “Why the fuck did short stuff just come out of a fucking apocalypse movie?”

Connor leant over the passenger seat and opened the door with a totally fake innocent smile. You didn’t think he could look innocent. Hot, on the other hand…He still looked hot with blood smeared across his cheek and something shiny underneath his fingernails, apparently. He shrugged one shoulder “I mean, it isn’t our blood?”

“Connor.” You muttered, crossing your arms and squinting through the mist swirling around your feet. You looked down and had to step out of a puddle with a grimace. 

Connor blinked and replied instantly, as if this was something he had to do a lot. “Do you want the technically legal version, the version that’ll make you happy, or the-”

You cut him off and glared, rain clinging to your eyelashes. “The truth.”

Connor thought for a moment and then gave you an apprehensive look. “There was a feral Harpy in the backseat of the car that popped out when we got to the intersection two blocks over.”

You sighed. “I said the truth-”

“You don’t believe me.” His voice was faint, and somehow hurt. He sounded resigned though, like he was expecting it. The look on his face made you want to climb into the pretty beat up car and grab his face and tell him you believed him so much and forever just so he’d look happy again.  

Maybe if you let him talk. He could be referencing something you hadn’t seen, you reasoned. “Was the harpy like a monster or a furry?”

“Well when you think about it harpy’s really are just furry’s, but yeah it was an actual monster.” Connor said simply, and then he chewed on his thumbnail nervously “Uh, do you wanna… hop in? You look like my brother when he stuck a huntsman in Annabeth’s pillow case.”

“What does spider pranks have to do with being soaked?” You mutter, not really meaning for it to be a question. You climbed into the passenger seat, brushing pools of water off you and wiping your nose. 

“You can’t even imagine.”

You raise an eyebrow at Connor. “I work in customer service, try me.”

“My dad is a god.” He blurted out, then froze and turned away from you with an odd expression, his gaze trained on the rain outside.

“Are you talking about the Romans and the Egyptians, or are you Jesus?”

“Greeks, actually.” Connor said through gritted teeth, then his eyebrows shot up and that familiar tone you might have thought about a few times seeped back into his voice. He untensed and grinned at you“One of my buddy’s did come back from the dead actually… but I don’t think Jesus would like him very much.”

“Why?”

“He’s dating one of my other buddies.”

“Oh.” You blinked, but you weren’t really sure what this conversation had to do with Connor and Cecil being attacked. “Good for him.”

“My dad’s Hermes.” Connor said suddenly, sucking in a breath and closing his eyes. When you didn’t answer, too focused on the way his face looked when he scrunched up his eyes, he glanced at you again with a cautious smile, as if your reaction really mattered to him.  “Surprise?”

You thought for a moment, actually considered it, and “Yeah. That checks out,” 

“Whaddaya mean? I don’t have wings on my shoes!”

“Isn’t he the god of like, traveling and stealing shit?” You ask, smiling back at him as reassuring as you could, soaked to the bone sitting in a boy’s car six minutes before your shift started. “Dude, you drive your brother back and forth across New York four times a week. And you stole that lady's purse.”

‘Oh yeah. That was fun,” he sighed, and sunk in the driver's seat. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead and closed his blue eyes, relief painted across his face.

You wiped your nose again, sure that you’d get a cold tomorrow just from standing in the lovely New York weather for more than a few seconds. A song played on the radio quietly, and you recognised it from the playlist Maria played on the speakers in the cafe sometimes. 

The lyrics went something like ‘I rob and I kill to keep him with me,

I'll do anything for that boy’. When you looked over at Connor, you gulped.

Connor glanced at you from underneath his hand, and then looked down at the drink still clutched in your hands. The pink tone of it matched the fluffy strawberry’s hanging from the rear view mirror, and it was making your fingers hurt with the cold. 

He smirked. “Are you supposed to drink while you’re working?”

“You make it sound like I'm doing shots behind the counter.” You shot back with a glare, and then felt your face heat up as you spoke. “And uh… it’s not… I didn’t make it for myself.”

“There’s an angry old lady in there, you know?”

This was excruciating. You ducked your head and bit your lip a little, looking out the window so you wouldn’t have to see Connor’s face when that stupidly hot smirk spread across his lips. “Uh… I didn’t make it for a customer, either…”

“Is that-”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Connor was wide eyes and slack jawed when you turned back to him, a dark blush across his cheeks that you wanted to take a photo of because goddam he was cute, but you knew you wouldn’t be forgetting the sight any time soon. He opened his mouth to talk, his eyes no longer at, well… eye level. 

You put the drink into the holder between the seats and followed his gaze. “Just kiss me.”

You hadn’t seen that smile before. 

His hands were so warm on your jaw, as hot as the tight feeling in your chest that melted quickly. It happened so fast you couldn’t really register anything until you realized Connor was halfway between your seats with his teeth on your bottom lip and his soft hair threaded between your fingers. 

You used it to tug him closer, as close as he could and then more, because he was warm and soft and you could feel his grin through his lips that moved against your own in rhythm that ebbed and flowed. He slid his hands off you and you nearly pulled them back, until Connor was hugging you tight around your middle, his fingers knotting through the bow tied on your apron. 

You chewed on his lip, which felt puffy and pulsing under your touch, but you kept kissing him, breaking away every few seconds to breathe, but you couldn’t not press your lips along his jaw. He was just too much. You had to kiss him everywhere and pull on his hair and tilt his head back and melt into his touch like you’d die if you didn’t. 

Connor sighed into your mouth and gulped, you could feel his Adam's apple bob under the palm of your hand as you pushed him back gently by his neck. You got up on your knees as he blinked once or twice, like he’d been in a trance. “You took that all very well,”

“Don’t worry, I’ll freak out later when it sinks in.” You muttered back, pushing him back into the driver's seat where he’d begun. He made an odd noise and tightened his arms around your waist, ducking his head and when he pouted you couldn’t help but slide over the cupholder and sit on his lap, as if you hadn’t been planning to do so the whole time. 

Then he frowned, “Wait, you’ll freak-”

“Shhhh,” you said, pressing a finger to his soft lips. He shut up immediately. You glanced behind you at the console, checking the time. “I have four and a half minutes til I have to start, we can discuss this later.”

“Deal,” Connor breathed, dragging your hands down to his neck again and looking up with vague out eyes. You grinned at him and went back to wiping that stupid smirk off his lips.

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“Your boyfriends here.”

You looked up from the kitchen counter you were wiping down after an accident with the tub of coconut shavings, “Why?”

“I’m assuming he’s here for you, short stuff doesn’t have a shift til the weekend.” Maria checked the whiteboard and glanced out the swinging doors. You moved to peek over her shoulder and saw Connor standing by the doors, swinging his car keys around his pointer finger absentmindedly. He was wearing that spiderman hoodie again, the one you’d accidentally tipped black coffee down the front of once when you’d worn it. 

You grinned, if you finished up cleaning and took the trash out, you’d be done in five minutes and you’d get to follow him to his car that surely wasn’t road safe and then go wherever it was he’d planned this time. 

“Go. But tomorrow you have to stop the racoons from eating the tires off my Harley.” Maria sighed, crossing his arms and motioning to the exit.

“I love you.”

He raised his eyebrows “Was that directed towards me or the boy-”

“Both.”

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[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

Noh-Varr and David Alleyne have worked a few missions with the Outlaws; not a lot, but enough that Noh apparently feels comfortable enough to ask for a favor.

He needs help breaking a friend out of prison. And Jason "Broke My Best Friend Out of Prison" Todd and Roy "Was Broken Out of Prison by My Best Friend" Harper are like, sure. But Artemis or Kory are noticing the hardcore bitchface David is giving him so they press a little harder on the who and the why. It's a long story, but it boils down to:

In their universe, there's a big discussion fight war over using knowledge of the future to prevent future crimes/apprehending the perpetrator even if they haven't committed a crime yet ("Why does this sound familiar?" Roy asks) and someone they know got captured and is in prison. The problem is this person is a baseline human in a prison intended for not baseline humans and guards who are used to dealing with non-baseline humans, and the odds of this person dying due to this fact are...pretty high.

That still leaves the who.

Well! Noh says. It's my super amazing rad (ex) girlfriend! She is awesome. And great. And cool. And amazing, has he said amazing?

-Wait what was the part before girlfriend?

It was rad

And David, in the spirit of not derailing the mission before it gets started says that it's their team leader (derogatory)

whatever, doesn't matter, Jason and Roy are ON it.

The thing is. Jason and Roy heard "baseline human" and stopped listening. So they break into the Raft and are prepared for a civilian, they are NOT prepared for someone to grab Roy's bow and say "come to mama" initiating a staredown between her and Roy because CLEARLY her boys told you to bring this bow FOR HER, right???

Roy is staring at her over his bow (MA'AM ITS HIS) when she swings him around (how????) pulls an arrow from his quiver, and fires it at a guard who was coming in behind them while Roy is still holding the bow. And he has a Cecil-meeting-Carlos moment

"Her aim is perfect, and we all hate, and despair, and love that perfect aim in equal measure..."

"She has teeth like a military cemetery, her aim is perfect, and she grinned, and everything about her was perfect, and I fell in love instantly"

Roy is experiencing a paradigm shift and Kate is just trying to escape prison!!!!!

(David takes one look at Roy and goes "Ah fuck we lost another one")

("Sorry, Noh, I think you made a tactical error there--"

Did he? DID he? Or is he about to be in a polyamorous relationship with two of the greatest marksmen in the universe???? What about THAT, Prodigy???)

[landograndprix]

「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part xii

✧.* triple header, triple podiums, and triple the love.

✧.* quick little filler before it kicks off. Foreshadowing? Maybe. More insight in the y/nlando household? Yes 🥰 getting to know girlie even better? Yes ❤️this is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

✧.* prev part - next part

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mclaren front row locked in once again!

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mcpapaya this team!!!! 🧡

johnson87 them sharing the sheets really works out for us fans huh

bott_ass you're so real for this

norry4 that's my team y'all 😭

sharllekler girlie really said I'm in a good mood, let me give my man a tow and then proceeded to take his pole away 😭

norrizz gotta keep him on his toes :')

marcusklein she's gonna make it up to him tonight

lanlan 🕯 lando p1 🕯

maxfewtrell absolutely mental!

teampapaya HAPPY MCLAREN WEEK 🧡🧡

y/nloveee can't wait to see my girl pull a max verstappen and win her 4th wdc halfway the season 🥰

ohnomeshoes no joke, bagging y/n might just be the best thing to happen to lando, man's is killing it on all fields!!

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y/nusername fam fam ❤️

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hamilt44n once in a while y/n posts one of these fam fam posts and every time there's a new addition 😭

norrizz a new cat, dog and boyfriend 😂

yukisan I wanna live with you guys, pls, I know I'd be spoiled rotten

y/ngirlie bestie you're such a mom

alex_albon you're going to end up with more pets than us..

norry4 lando being accepted as a part of the family, my boy promoted to dad and step dad 🥺

cecilemoulin something tells me lando did not know about the goodest little doggie 😍

y/nusername unplanned parenthood

y/nlandooo girl stop, what's next, a goat? 😂

bobnorriz she already got a goat back at her parents house, two horses and one fucking duck 💀

y/nusername they didn't fit in my place here in Monaco unfortunately :(

bobnorriz girl get a farm 😅

carlandooo wait so you really adopted a cat back in Spain lmao

landonorris I'll find a cow in the living room next week

y/nusername don't give me ideas

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y/nusername España, un hogar lejos de casa ☀

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mrsnorris 'home far away from home' and for what reason? Oh that's right..Carlos..🥴

chilisainz okay bestie, let's put you to bed..okay? You're talking shit again.

norrizz honestly, it's been a while since we last saw you..how have you been my love? Enjoying every single piece of y/nlando content we've had so far? 🥰

yukisan okaaay but that food looks amazing 😭

teamnotrell bunch of cuties enjoying their few days off :)

landonorris can't believe max got a girlfriend

maxfewtrell okay mate..

cecilemoulin I'm getting paid for this

maxfewtrell you're always bullying me and for what?

y/nusername I've got your back babes ❤️

maxfewtrell thank you ❤️

charles16 lando, y/n and Cecile podium this week? 👀

norry4 I love this little group of gremlins <3

landonorris love you muppet ❤️

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[windsroad]

ummm so I've never done a like writing challenge with prompts before and i'm sure you're supposed to do the one for the day it currently is but I'm writing anything from any of the previous days as I feel like because it didn't occur to me to try until yesterday!

this is something that happened to Sacha earlier in the campaign!

01 - panic attack

Obli flew through the air, jumping to the significantly taller troll’s height. With a strike almost too quick to see, the troll’s head slid backwards, away from the body, hitting the ground with a thud and slowly rolling to rest at Sacha’s feet. 

It blinked a few times, and the tongue lolled about in its mouth like it was trying to say something. Through the myconid’s telepathic spores, Sacha heard a few fleeting thoughts. 

Sacha’s vision tunneled. 

“They say after decapitation, you’re still aware of your surroundings for 30 seconds before you really die,” said someone in Sacha’s memory. 

It was her own voice. The memory, from maybe two years ago, was of Sacha explaining with some fascination the new modern theory that the brain was still active for a period of time post execution. 

“Gods, Sacha, I hope not,” said Cecil. “That would be—awful. Do you want to just be a head?”

“Only for 30 seconds,” said Sacha simply. “Maybe next time I’ll ask whoever it is to talk—oh wait, no lungs, right—blink for as long as they can afterward…”

Sacha returned to herself. The troll head rocked back and forth quietly at her feet.

The conversation continued to play in her head on repeat. She stared, and a parade of five years of executions danced before her eyes, one in particular lingering clear and crisp.

Oh, my god, Sacha thought. It was true.

“Sacha!” she heard, muffled in the background. It was like her ears were stuffed with cotton. She breathed heavy and quick; she could see nothing but the head and the dead boy pleading with her in her mind’s eye.

“Sacha! Sacha!” More shouting. Sacha’s breathing quickened further and her vision started to blacken, then—

A hand on her shoulder.

“Gah—!” Sacha jumped, instinctively moving her shoulder away from the touch.

“Sacha, are you okay?”

Not Cecil. A woman. Sacha blinked hard and turned to look. Borte. She was looking at Sacha, confused and concerned. “What happened?” she asked. 

Sacha briefly turned back in the direction of the troll’s head, but did not look at it. “Um,” she began, not making eye contact. “The troll—I—I used to be an executioner, and—”

“Does that happen… every time?”

“I don’t… I don’t know. I’ve never—maybe?”

“Okay, well… Take it easy.”

“Hm,” nodded Sacha. She turned away, trying to seem cool, but a voice in her head repeated: 30 seconds. 30 seconds.

[watashime-ciel]

insomnia may be strong but i'm stronger. so here are the Just Dane dances and coaches i'm assigning to my rhythm heaven scrunklies because nobody asked but i want to post this anyways for science purposes

starting with the holy lemon, DJ Yellow:

definitely, his favourite dances are the three hatsune miku ones, but besides that, he's probably going with a good old jason derulo dance or Get Ugly, as his first option to warm up. Circus extreme version, Hey Mama and Daddy are probably his next options

now, a coach thats perfect for him is P3 from All About Us in JD17

they radiate they/them queer vibes AND the colours are literally Yellow idc hes dressing with those colours and slaying in the process

for Blue i'll go with something more simple, but at the same time groovy. and whats more groovy that Groove by Jack & Jack

he's not the one that likes to play JD, but he enjoys watching the videos like a toddler watching five little monkies jumping on the bed. Groove is the only one that he might dance. but other songs he enjoys are Rave in the Grave, Tumbum, Leila, Instruction, Spectronizer and Built For This, all because of the colours

and the coach i'm assigning is the Instruction teacher from JD18

the colours are vibrant, and the clothing quite simple but attractive. perfect for an artist's eye like Blue's

oh boy for J.J i got very creative

that was sarcasm

did you know JD added Bring Me To Life to one of the latest games? i literally just found out while playing JDNow lol. definitely his favourite to dance with Cecil, even if the move in "Save me!" is impossible for them two. theeeey need a bit more of movement

J.J would also like whatever avril lavigne song there is in the game. idk if theres more, but Girlfriend is his jam so don't bother him for the next 3 minutes while he dances

for the coach, i mean literally Blake and Liv from the BMTL fit him. you tell me why

just like me, Cecil can't let go of his childhood favourite song, and that's Spectronizer. little Cecil would enjoy jumping around pretending to be a power ranger or something. and his favourire coach is the one i am assigning to him

literally perfect. live laugh love yellow ranger

with Connie i have a problem called "she fits most of the songs i like so this is going to be endless". but i am mainly assigning Tumbum for the second coach and her "protagonist" role, Smile by IOWA for the clothing and energy, and Adeyyo for the clothing aswell. literally all outfits from these would look good on her-

but here are two specific coaches that are literally her

the Smile coach is literally her but in purple and blue, and the Adeyyo coach because IH MY GOD... /pos

Jenna is simple. she also loves miku, one of the favourite songs is Love Ward, its on JD18, so what else could she ask for?

to be Love Ward JD Miku of course

i promise you im drawing her like that

Debbie is the kind that dances to everything she possibly can, and enjoys it more when its some stupid dance like Daddy, Dragostea Din Tei, Juju on The Beat, Sayonara, Chiwawa... i could go on. she also enjoys overly happy or active coaches, always being the first one to get a star and the crown

theres no other coach more perfect for her than Suzuka from Atarashii Gakko

Christmas' over, that means that Halloween is near for Mako. she adores all Halloween related dances; Ghost In The Keys, Time Warp, Rave In The Grave, Magic Halloween, you name it and she loves it, having a specific coach she always wants to be

but her favourite coach and therefore the one i am assigning is the Magic Halloween witch

also the colours are some i believe she would use for a Halloween outfit, and she loves stars so the skirt was what got her for sure

surprisingly, So'ra can stand up from that pink car and can also dance. she likes something... uh. i. dont know the exact word. but not so much to follow, or maybe a lot but the background helps and doesnt makes it hard. Hey Mama, Black Widow, Circus extreme version, Gibberish and others, in that order, is her dance list

the coach i decide to assign is the Black Widow

the dance gives a bit mysterious vibe, and the moves are fast enough to be in perfect sync with the beat. its perfect

do you ever wonder if someone could have some sort of crush in a JD coach? ask Peach, as she fell in love with the P2 in Tumbum. its not that in assigning her to Peach, but rather making a connection?

shes like Blue, watches JD dances like a visual stimulation thingie. and when she watched Tumbum, inmediatly focused on the P2. how. i mean, you cant see their faces yet. oh well-

okay guys insomnia is winning okay i promise i am also normal about just dance !!

[bekyll]

I am participating in @gtgotcha4gaza!

This is a request for @maltesegeek96, who donated! I hope I did your OCs justice, as I know nothing about them!

Request: (Mini giant/human) My beast character, Lysander, reading a book aloud in his private library to his small human son, Cecil.

Lysander had closed his eyes, finally being able to rest in the library. The hearth held a fire and he had a small glass of wine next to him, from which he occasionally took a sip.

Cecil had been brought to bed, so he allowed himself to rest his weary bones. He snuggled in the chair and a satisfied smile curled on his lips. With his eyes closed, he took his wine glass, spun the liquid around and took a sip.

His ears began to twitch as he heard tiny footsteps in the hall. Immediately, he could tell it was little Cecil, who had a certain spring in his step and smelled like the soap he had just been bathed in. Lysander sat upright, eyes locked on the door before it opened.

Cecil had to stand on his toes to reach the door handle, but once he did, he peeked his head. First, he looked towards the fire, and then at the gentle giant in the chair.

Lysander rested a hand on his knees and bowed forward. The tiny boy was in nightgown and walked over to his father.

“What's the matter, boy?” Lysander said gently. He did not want to chastise Cecil for being up this late. Maybe he had been frightened by the tree ticking against the window.

“Dad,” He said softly, almost ashamed, “I can't sleep.” The boy walked to his father and rested a hand on his knee. Immediately, Lysander put a hand in his hair and began to pet him. The boy hummed and closed his eyes.

“Why not?”

“The bed. It's too big… and cold. And the curtain does not close all the way, and I see shadows against the window.”

“Mhm. You should not be afraid.” Lysander waved his finger and booped Cecil's nose.

“Am not!” Cecil said quickly. “I am just … worried-”

“About what?” Lysander had to hide a smile, but he lifted his son up under his armpits to let him rest on his chest. The boy immediately curled up, happy with the soft and warm surface, and the gentle rumble of his father's chest as he spoke.

“I am worried about something outside. What if something takes you.”

Lysander let out a booming laugh, putting his hand on top of the boy so he would not fall off, “Nothing will get me.” He pressed a kiss on the boy's forehead.

Cecil chuckled softly, his eyes closed. “Also, it is warmer here.” He concluded happily.

“Perhaps I should've lit a fire in your room. Add more blankets.”

“But I wanna stay here!”

“Here? But younglings have to sleep early. You want to get as big and strong as me, don't you?”

The boy mumbled something with his face pressed in Lysander's chest. Even with his hearing, he could not decipher it.

“Even I was small like you once, and scared. There is nothing to be afraid of.”

Cecil said nothing, so the gentle beast continued, “Let me tell you a story.” Lysander stood up, scooping Cecil in one hand so he was cradled like a baby. His son loved it when he was carried like this, since the ground was rather far away, but he was protected by big, strong arms.

Lysander knew where he had to find the book he was looking for. There was no title on the leather band. Cecil tried to take a peek into the book, but the giant did not reveal its contents yet.

His hooves made soft ticking noises on the tiles as he walked back.

Opening the book, he allowed Cecil to lie on his chest again. They could both look inside the book now. Inside was a scrappy handwriting, like that of a child. The big, curly loops were unsteady but grew more steady over time.

Cecil scrunched his nose, “It's hard to decipher.”

Lysander chuckled, “This is one of my first diaries. I must’ve been your age.” He began to look through the pages. Above every page, there was a date and every entry started with a simple: ‘Hello Dagmar,’

“Who is Dagmar?"

“It's what I named my diary. You know, so I have someone to talk to. As if he is my friend.”

Cecil nodded and marveled at the pages.

Lysander began to read about his adventures as a child. How he loved to explore the outside world, how he had begun to read and collect books at a young age, and how scared he sometimes was.

One scribbly entry was probably written in the dark, as it was written quickly, as if it was done in a hurry.

“I must've heard the tree tick against the window, but I was convinced there was something outside.”

Cecil was quiet as Lysander read the simple paragraph of the young beast trying to come up with an escape plan. Lysander grinned at his own innocence. but there was also a creativity present, with little drawings of various traps to capture anyone that would hurt him.

Suddenly, Cecil looked up at him, “Can you tell me more about Dagmar?”

Surprised by the question, Lysander rubbed the band of the book, “Oh, I suppose he is a good listener. A good friend.”

“Why?”

“Because…” Lysander hadn't thought about this at all. Honestly, it was just a book and a name. “Because it's what I needed back then. A friend.”

“Am I your friend?” Cecil spoke softly, eyes half-lidded because of the warmth.

“My very best friend. And also a little demon sometimes, but very sweet when needed.” He ruffled Cecil's hair fondly, and the boy laughed.

Lysander stopped when he was interrupted by a loud yawn.

“Time for bed.” Lysander said, a little stricter this time.

“N'aww,” Cecil whined.

“I will give you an extra blanket.” He stood up, cradling his son again and walked upstairs, avoiding all the creaking steps of wood. He put Cecil in bed, and felt his heart warm up when the pillows almost engulfed him.

He stroked a bit of hair from Cecil's face and smiled. He looked so small, with round cheeks and a twinkle in his eyes. Cecil looked happy; happy that he could go to his father when he couldn't sleep; happy that he had a belly full of food.

“I love you, you know that, right?”

“Yes, dad. I know.” Cecil said happily, his eyes falling shut. He yawned again and curled under the covers.

Not forgetting his promise, Lysander put an extra blanket on top of him, “There, all warm and cozy.”

Cecil said nothing, but it was dark and late, so Lysander left the room, gently closing the door.

He only went downstairs to put out the fire, and then went to his own room to sleep. He was happy Cecil had disturbed his quiet night. He wouldn't have wanted to spend it any other way.

[rynekins]

Welcome, friends, to the Sideshow Bob Awards! Recently I did a few polls about certain elements of Sideshow Bob episodes, and now I shall give some commentary over the results!

Why did I do this? Eh, funsies, but I’ll always look for an excuse to ramble about Sideshow Bob.

First up is the Award for Humor. Which Sideshow Bob episode is the funniest? Black Widower makes Honorable Mention. While an important episode with a lot of notable moments, I might not personally rank it amongst the funniest. Though Bob’s dry wit (as always) wins me over, and Bart explaining Bob’s plan to Homer, worthy of a chuckle.

This overall ranking, out of all of the polls, I agree with the most. Sideshow Bob’s Last Gleaming has some stellar Bob moments: Bob on helium, mimicking the Colonel, his pathetic attempt to kill Krusty, and who could possibly forget the Air Show Rant.

“Air Show? Buzzzzzz-cut Alabamians spewing colored smoke from their whiz jets to the strains of Rock You Like a Hurricane? What kind of country-fried rube’s still impressed by that?!” As for the Air Show Rant, I am also giving it the Award for Best Quote. Unfortunately, this poll did not have much engagement. I expected people to be shy, and I suppose I should have made it a normal poll for people to vote on instead of asking for more direct input, but there are simply too many good Bob quotes to narrow it down! How could I possibly? I had not the strength. His exasperation with his peers, mocking elitist tone, the venom, the sass, the hip swaying and crossing of his feet, going wall eyed and throwing his arms out cuz he always gotta be extra, if there is a perfect Sideshow Bob quote that exemplifies his character it would be this one.

Aside from that, mocking the military and garbage television, this episode offers a ton of laughs, worthy of at least Third place.

Brother From Another Series takes Second, and has a different brand of humor, but the kind that always gets me. It’s supposedly written like an episode of Frasier, which means the script is chock full of one liners from two guys too smart for their own good, constantly trying to one-up eachother. You wonder how both Bob and Cecil could ever end up in Springfield, an environment of pure dumbassery, and it clearly has had an effect on them (they must have drunk the water). Personal favorite moments are the boys with the slack-jawed locals, “especially Lisa, but ESPECIALLY Bart”, and “utterly hopeless”.

To no one’s surprise Cape Feare takes the crown. It often makes top 10 lists for its humor alone, and with good reason. This episode is packed with jokes, funny drawings, and goofiness, with running gags so memorable and powerful that they would get callbacks even 30 years later. The idiocy is at an all time high, both with Homer and Bob, which frankly is necessary to balance out the more sinister and rather tense scenes. Homer scaring Bart, the rakes, the drive through the cactus patch, The Rakes, “Hello Mr Thompson”, THE RAKES. This episode is iconic, and I completely understand why.

Next up we have the Award for Animation. For our Honorable Mention, we have Bob’s official debut, Krusty Gets Busted. I’m glad to see some love for season 1, when everything was experimental especially with the animation. The linework, expressions, poses, models, colors, everything seems off by today’s standards, but you can see the effort and love put into it. There’s something beautiful about how rough it looks because you know what a struggle it was to make it work. And it does work. But I’m biased toward things that are hand drawn.

In Third for this category, the award goes to Gone Boy, the complete opposite of Krusty Gets Busted. We have the modern era, the clean colors, the characters staying on model, a lot of the stiffness that a lot of people don’t care for. However, there are moments that feel like a return to form in this episode. My eyes lit up when I saw Bob’s face as he encountered Milhouse. Then the dance he does as he sings is song-o. The wintery environment, a few ambitious angles, some great character acting. It’s proof that newer episodes have their beauty too. I only wish that the hallucination sequences went harder. Imagine, if you will, they suddenly went Courage the Cowardly Dog mode on you and changed mediums, turned into something more experimental and maybe truly nightmarish. This episode was great, but it could have been legendary. I am grateful for the feast we got. In Second, Black Widower returns, which dare I say has been robbed. Yes, I think it should have been First. This episode is gorgeous, but as I have established, I liked the earlier, rougher animation.

Every single frame of Bob’s rant on MacGyver is absolutely wild, as is the skipping through the flowers. The colors in the night scenes. The glow from the explosion. There’s so much character here, so many expressions and extra motions with hands in scenes, even when no one is talking. The weight in Bob’s hair when he throws back his head for a maniacal laugh. What this episode’s got is flair. Once again, Cape Feare takes First. I can see why, because it is a very good looking episode. One of the best. Oh, how I wish the show still looked like this (the latest Treehouse Ei8ht made me crave what we have lost). But I must wonder if it might be taking the number one spot because of how memorable it is with other factors. No doubt it’s funny, with a lot of well done and imaginative scenes. Bob’s lil dance during his work out comes out of nowhere and is hysterical. You think for a minute that the episode is going to cheat you when the elephants are trampling him off-screen then it pans down to show you the exact moment one steps on and off his skull. The increasingly elaborate set and costume designs for Bob’s theatrical performance. There is a lot of artistry to appreciate here. It’s cinematic even. Then again, a lot of the cinematic moments can be attributed to its source material: the 1991 movie Cape Fear, some moments directly inspired. Not to say that all of the work was done for them, certainly not. They put their own spin on things.

Perhaps the placement is deserved. The shot that goes from Bart’s window, flying over all of Springfield, to Bob’s prison is particularly impressive. There’s a lot of juicy saturation and shifts in color reminiscent of shots from Krusty Gets Busted and Black Widower. It’s safe to assume that I’m drawn more towards character details, and little things like all the lower angles we get from Bob work well in conveying menace, as if we, the audience, are in danger

This concludes Part One of the Sideshow Bob Awards, In Part Two I will cover Best Song and Best Mystery. As for intermission, picture THE RAKES!!!

[phoenix--flying]

telling me that one of the campers never talked bad about a dead/presumed dead titan army member after the war ended and then got punched in the face?

well heres lou punching someone for bad mouthing her big bro >:)

To say he was surprised was an understatement. It was a normal dinner, for the most part. Kayla and Rowan were talking about some archery contest they’d had earlier while Maria and Austin were writing a poem, for some boy Maria liked, he figured. So when the pavilion suddenly burst into chaos, it was a surprise.

It started with a sickening crack cutting through the hushed conversations and one of the Ares kids hit the ground, his nose was bleeding, broken, Will assumed. He heard the boys attacker before he saw her.

“Say that about my brother again and I’ll make sure you end up with worse than a broken nose!”

Will was quick to his feet when he heard Lou Ellen’s voice, but Cecil was quicker. He was at the daughter of Hecate’s side almost immediately, standing between her and the boy while Ellis tended to his brother.

He wasn’t sure what had set his friend off, but she was glaring daggers at the son of Ares on the floor, purple eyes glowing with rage though there were tears brimming them, he could see the Mist curling around her, as if responding to her emotions. Cecil placed a hand on her shoulder and she scowled.

“You don’t know anything about my brother and you have no right to talk about him.” She snapped, turning to walk out, with Cecil on her heel.

“What happened?” Will asked Ellis as he knelt next to the two boys.

“Mark thought it would be fun to poke fun at the Hecate kids in the army,” Ellis muttered. “I told you not to piss Lou off, just because she doesn’t look like a threat doesn’t mean she isn’t one.”

Mark only rolled his eyes and winced as Will poked his nose. “Well, it’s not broken. What did you even say to her?”

“I was asking about that general guy.” Ellis rolled his eyes.

Will was well aware of the stories, despite the war only being a month ago, rumors spread like wildfire about the demigods in Kronos’s army, specifically, about General Alabaster Torrington.

Now, Will had come face to face with the guy during their Philadelphia raid. He’d been in charge. Michael had insulted the guy a bunch but he only really got aggressive when his sister – Lou, he remembered – got shot, Sylvie had been aiming for him, but her arrow almost…avoided him.

Now I wish you hadn’t done that, I really was trying to be civil. He’d said.

So, Will really had a hard time believing the rumors, most of them revolved around the guy harming and killing his own army, specifically, his siblings. Which really didn’t seem realistic considering he’d only attacked them because they hurt his sister. It was solidified by Lou and Cecils annoyance by the rumors.

“How many times do you need to be told not to talk about Alabaster, Mark?”

“Why should I listen to you? You’re probably still loyal to that damn titan.”

Ellis scowled. “I’m not. Alabaster is- was, my friend. Besides never heard you’re not supposed to speak ill of the dead?”

Will pursed his lips. “He seems to be a touchy subject, so how about we don’t talk about him for now?”

Mark only rolled his eyes but Ellis gave him a thankful look.