#drawing the back of chase's head is a nightmare tho

[frosting-pudding]

I did it, but it's really low quality and on paper so yeah

I need someone to draw Stargoth and Deacon as this 🤞

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You walk through the pouring rain, white clouds of breath escaping your cold lips as you push on. Water make puddes on the pavement and you try to avoid them the best you can. Its cold. And dark. In the distance dogs are barking. You make a quick turn and find youself in a narrow alleyway between tall buildings. Theres no street light in here, and yet you keep walking. Faster. But then you stop.

    Something move in the other end of the alley, appear from behind the corner. Dancing silhouettes on the wall. Pale shapes in the shadows. They are... hands. Many hands, crawling over the walls like spiders - attached to snake like, billowing arms, reaching, searching.

   You start to back away. Turn around to flee the way you came. But when a snarl cut through the night. And you realize that you are trapped. They block the way. Skeletal creatures resembling dogs only bigger. Black fur covering starved bodies. Blind skulls grinning wide, flashing sharp teeth. They are at least 8 maybe more. And on their ragged backs dousands of arms are reaching toward you. That is when you see the eyes.

You sit up so fast that you get dizzy. Heart beating fast. Night clothes drenched in sweat. The moonlight flow in through the window casting soft shadows over your room. Everything is silent in the house. Everyone sleeping. It was a dream. No matter how real it had felt. Only a dream. You fall back into bed. Relieved.

   In the distance dogs start barking and you stiffle a shudder. Youve had that same dream for a while now. But never before have those monsterous creatures come so close. Never before have you seen the hands. The eyes. You turn in bed, put the cover around you.  Time to skip out on late night snacks.

   Soft footsteps just outside your window break the silence. The sound of many feet. No, not feet. Paws. And no again, not outside your window anymore. Just outside your bedroom door. Heavy snarling breaths follow. Nails start scraping over your door. And then you see the door handle move.

*****

What do you think? Scared of the monsters you see before you? What would you say if I told you that these "monsters" arent truly evil but protectors of the innocent? Namely, protectors of animals.

You see, these beasts, the "Soul Seers" hunt those who deliberately hurt, kill and/or are cruel to animals. Thats when they notice you and start to show up in your subconsious, in your dreams. At first they are far of, mere shadows lurking in the background. You may catch a glimps of a big black animal, hear a distant bark. But if your cruelty continue so will their grasp of you and soon your dreams turn into nightmares. The barks will become more intense, draw closer. More and more skeletal paw prints will appear where you walk. Hand prints and nail marks will cover the walls. And the feeling of always being chased fill your very essence. And finally they will catch up to you, surround you, trap you, and fully see you. That is when the Soul Seers are able to tread into your reality and find you. That is when your time is over my friend, and there is no escape. But be sensible, can you even say you derserve to get away..?

Seers hunt in packs, up to 50 individuals in one unit. They exists in thousands. They are intelligent and fast, and even tho their skeletal heads are blind they have more than enough eyes to see  both in dark and light. When those eyes lock onto a corrupted soul they wont stop the hunt until said soul is devoured, and when it is, a new pair of arms, hands and eyes will grow from the Soul Seers body... Need I really explain from where they come?

MADE:

The Soul Seer is completely handmade, original and OOAK (one of a kind). Its head, neck, legs and tail are all hand sculpted, every shape, line and detail made with the outmost of care. The head is also casted for durability, and everything painted, shaded and highlighted in acrylics with small brushes, time and effort. The eyes (on the hands) are glossed for a lifelike look and everything sealed and varnished for protection. Its body is made of the softest and most high quality fauxfur that Ive trimmed over a very sturdy wire skeleton. It is also shaped so it looks like the ribcage is visible, and theres added blood stains in the fur, on the limbs and inside the neckline of hands. The Soul Seer is completely posable, from the neck, legs and feet, 7 arms and tail. It can take a wide variety of stances and is super durable (wont break even if you happen to drop him - is is not a toy for childen tho but a unique artwork. In total it has 12 hands - all hand sculpted one by one and seven of them (on its back) has glow in the dark eyes painted on the back of the hands. The Soul Seer is a truly unique artdoll, lots and lots of hours, skills, careful work and a part of my soul went into making it and I will never make another like it again. Enjoy and Thank You for looking! <3

SIZE: It stand 42cm tall (16.53 inches) and 37cm long (14.56 inches)

© 2020 Linda Escaron Lundqvist - all rights reserved

[hannigramficrecs]

Hey, do you have any "long" (30k up only) hannigram fics, with hannibal's pov (preference, but not absolutely necessary) of AUs, like the best long fic AUs you can think of, like time-travel, different meetings, abo, etc.

No vampire, mermaids or werewolves au tho.

If you can, of course. Thank you alredy 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

I’m not sure if these are all Hannibal’s POV, but here are a list of all my favorite long AU’s (sorry if I included too many LOL). Also if anyone’s interested here are links to the mermaid and werewolf fics

Palace of Dreams by MaiTai1327 [words: 41,986]

A lonely boy at a Lithuanian orphanage creates a memory palace for him to hide away from his despicable circumstances and the nightmares haunting him. In his dreams, his palace becomes reality. And one day, he finds another boy hiding in one of its rooms.

Our Stars are the Same by beforethedawn, ConstructFairytales, Destinyawakened [words: 42,578]

Someone’s moved into the old creepy, supposedly haunted, mansion down the way from Will Graham and his family. Will never expects to befriend the new family’s son.

Vena Amoris by PaperPlaneChemTrails [words: 55,596]

Will Graham is a producer on a Bachelor knock off reality TV show. Against his protests and better judgement, Dr. Hannibal Lecter is cast as the primary love interest on the show. Despite his many initial misgivings, Hannibal is a hit, and Will finds himself as drawn into the story Hannibal is creating as everyone watching at home. Everything is going well until Will becomes suspicious that he is the real object of Hannibal’s affections, and all of a sudden contestants start to turn up murdered.

Little Arts of Vice by drinkbloodlikewine, whiskeyandspite [words: 44,991]

Cruel Intentions AU. “Tedium draws me to observation,” he murmurs. “Contemplation.” “Manipulation,” Mischa adds calmly, tilts her head when Hannibal narrows his eyes at her. “You wouldn’t deny it, Hannibal, you’re proud of that one. And in truth you do it well.” “There is little to manipulate when watching a dog chase a bird.” It starts with a bet.

A Past of Plank and Nail by gleamingandwholeanddeadly (something_safe), printersdeadly, printersdevils (tuesdaysgone) [words: 87,821]

Hannibal needs a kitchen remodel, and his colleague and friend Alana knows just the guy to help him with his rundown new home. Enter Will Graham, carpenter and contractor extraordinaire, and devastating addition to Hannibal’s daily life. When he starts running out of new projects to keep Will around, Hannibal fast realizes his infatuation is more than simple attraction - and that getting Will to agree to dinner is only the first hurdle.

Redemption by houseofcannibals [words: 132,427]

After very publicly losing his mind and murdering three young women in an unconscious state, FBI consultant Will Graham is sentenced to serve three consecutive life sentences in the notorious Shawshank State Prison. Upon arrival, he is unsettled to find himself in a cell neighboring that of infamous serial killer Dr Hannibal Lecter.

Carnivore, Won’t You Come Digest Me? by HigherMagic [words: 64,019]

Role Reversal AU: Following the execution of Garrett Jacob Hobbs, Hannibal is forced to see Doctor Will Graham for a psychiatric evaluation before he can return to the field. Once cleared, Jack insists that Will shadow Hannibal in the hopes of catching the Shrike’s copycat. Hannibal has become a master of making sure the FBI stays blind to his extracurricular activities, but Will is a man who sees far too much, and won’t be so easily overcome.

Page Six by ThisBeautifulDrowning [words: 66,839]

Crime reporter Will Graham’s column on page six of the Baltimore Sun garners him the attention of many: fans, hobby detectives, the FBI…and others. Hannibal cut off a piece of meat with surgical precision. “I find your company rather engaging.” “Maybe I don’t find you all that engaging.” Silence. Hannibal grinned. “I see that it will take more than one dinner to earn your forgiveness. Challenge accepted.”

Falls the Shadow by littlesystems [words: 72,455]

AU where Bedelia is Will’s psychiatrist instead of Hannibal, Will makes a series of increasingly questionable life choices, and no one should ever take Bedelia’s advice. Ever.

Rescues by drinkbloodlikewine and whiskeyandspite [words: 99,552]

Mischa is living with PTSD, and Hannibal seeks out a service animal to help her. He meets Will, trainer of therapy dogs - cue puppies, adorable interactions and lots of dogs. And smut. Of course.

Where the Albatross Crash-Lands by HigherMagic [words: 40,220]

Everyone has two marks on their arm: one is the name of their soulmate, the other is the name of their mortal enemy. There’s no way of knowing which is which. This same trick of fate makes it so that your Marks are the only two voices you will ever hear when you go deaf at sixteen. Hannibal has a nice voice. Will hopes he’s his mate. He hopes he never hears the voice of the Chesapeake Ripper.

Provenance by drinkbloodlikewine, whiskeyandspite [words: 62,735]

A delightful AU about a rare book dealer, an owner of a high-end coffee shop, and murder. This does involve Hannibal Lecter, after all.

A Fortunate Wound by starkaryen [words: 83,312]

Will Graham, a police officer in Baltimore, is shot while he’s on duty. The surgeon on call in the ER is Hannibal Lecter.

Until I Met You by Dormchi [words: 33,990]

Detective Will Graham needs an expert and Fire Lieutenant Hannibal Lecter happens to be available. Basically this is just arson, murder, coffee, and fluff.

Canvases by thatviciousvixen [words: 36,660]

When Hannibal meets a handsome artist with a keen interest in death he knows he’s finally met a kindred spirit. All Will needs is a little push.

In Sickness and in Health by BonesAndScales [words: 67,450]

Everyone knows that Will and Hannibal are married. Not everyone knows that they are married to each other.

The Escapists by whiskeyandspite [words: 35,368]

Will’s cellmate said nothing, and Will didn’t venture. He had been prickly enough as a lecturer, where human interaction was mandatory, and prison was not the sort of place one made friends. One either made allies or enemies, or stayed quiet enough to avoid both. Will doubted he’d be that lucky; far too easy to rile up especially when stupidity was the catalyst. Prison, Will thought absently, was similar to college.

Sweeter Bitter by wormsin [words: 89,503]

Will is an awkward student and Hannibal an intrigued mentor.

Before You And After You by ache_for_him, Breakmybones (CarterReid), CarterReid [words: 33,734]

Hannibal and Will had a past: a dirty, bloody, violent past. Will was sure he’d never see his own personal monster again - then he walked into Jack Crawford’s office.

Ethics & Aesthetics by fragile-teacup [words: 106,330]

Pride and Prejudice omegaverse AU

Look, Mother! The Sheep Have Devoured the Wolves! by HigherMagic [words: 102,934]

Hannibal and Bedelia are married, but unable to have children. At Margot’s insistence, Hannibal agrees to meet the Omega that was a surrogate for her and Alana. Will is rough-edged, unrefined, and everything Hannibal shouldn’t desire. This arrangement promises to be clean, and simple. Of course, nothing concerning Will Graham is ever simple.

Wings of Wax and Feather by BelladonnaWyck and raiast [words: 55,947]

“Did you just smell me?” "Difficult to avoid. My apologies, I didn’t realize there were any Omegas in this section of the prison.” “Most get sent to the Omega Holding Facility two counties over. But then, most don’t get done in for rippin’ out an Alpha’s throat in the middle of the street.” or Hannibal Lecter had always known the winding road of fate may one day lead him straight to a prison cell. He’d never imagined he’d find his true mate there.

Truly, Madly, Deeply by slashyrogue [words: 52,811]

They meet by chance at a Christmas Party and share a kiss that seals their fate.

Purity by PixieDust291 [words: 130,528]

Will is cast aside by his alpha and sacrificed to the Wendigo that hunts in the forest. However, after confronting the creature Will then finds himself in the home of Hannibal. The alpha lives alone and seems to have taken it upon himself to nurture Will back to health. Over time Will grows comfortable with Hannibal and slowly reveals the reasons for his abandonment. Hannibal, being a pure bred alpha of the highest caliber, is well aware of just how rare and valuable Will is and decides to take the wounded omega for himself.

Quatervois by stratumgermanitivum, whiskeyandspite [words: 33,226]

Will is an Omega who desires independence and freedom. Hannibal is an Alpha who finds his mind curious. They make a deal: if Will can convince Hannibal that he is worth more than breeding stock, and can go through his heat without begging for his Alpha, Hannibal will not mate him, but make him a ward instead; Will could go to college, get a job, do anything he wanted. If not, then he will be Hannibal’s mate, bear pups, and accept his role. But is it really as simple as that?

[darlingmulti]

A cure for Nightmares (Wonho x Reader)

Description- You've been having nightmares for the past week. Your boyfriend, Lee Hoseok, offers to scare the demons away in the best way he knows how...

Pairing- Fem!Reader x Wonho (Aka Hoseok)

Word count- 3.6k

Genre- Smut, romance

Warnings- clit play, overstimulation, nipple play, making out, neck kissing, oral (Male receiving), fingering, praise, degradation, light orgasm denial, unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it tho), thigh riding,

T/W-*Description of being chased in nightmare*

Teaser-

“I’ll be okay. It’s probably just from being in a new place,” you said, shrugging.

The two of you had been living together now for only a week, and you were still getting used to the natural noises of the house. With Wonho you knew you were safe, but new places were always a bit scary at first.

“You know what might help...?” He said slyly, his hands shifting a bit lower on your back.

You grunted and scooted closer to him, your breasts gently brushing his bare chest. You reached behind you to place your small hand over his, “What?” You asked, batting your eyes in a coy manner at him. You knew what he meant, but you liked it better when he said it.

He pulled you closer to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck and pressing feather light kisses against your throat and collarbone. You tilted your head up just slightly to offer him more space to roam, sighing as his hands fell to grope your ass.

You were only wearing a soft night dress and panties, giving him easy access to your body.

“Let me scare the monsters away,” he whispered...

All you knew was that you needed to run away. Your lungs burned with every breath, and you felt a sharp pain in your side from running. Despite all of your best efforts you couldn’t seem to move any faster, and you had the feeling whatever was chasing you was gaining on you, closing in with every step you took.

You chanced a glance behind you and saw a shadow not far behind. You averted your eyes, heart clenching at the sight. You tried in vain to make your feet move faster. Your heart was beating so hard that the sound was like a drum in your ears.

You let out a scream as you felt something graze your back. It was coming. It was going to catch you!

You felt the sinister feeling of a hand grasping your shoulder and as you went to slap it off you awoke with a start. Chest heaving, and a light sheen of sweat covering your entire body.

Your eyes flew open and your arm jolted up into the solid warmth of your boyfriend's chest. As the world came into focus you saw the handsome face of Hoseok, just inches away.

“Y/N, are you alright ??” He asked anxiously, his hand resting carefully on your shoulder.

You dropped your arm back to your side with a shameful expression.

It had all been just a dream. Just another night terror.

You were having the same nightmare every night, and every night Hoseok would wake you up with the same concerned expression.

You let out a shaky sigh and rolled over, pressing yourself against his hard and warm body as your eyes welled up with tears.

You were exhausted from the nightmares and felt like you weren’t getting enough sleep.

Hoseok wrapped you tightly in his arms, combing his fingers through your messy hair. Fixing it for you, “Was it that dream again?” He whispered into the darkness.

You nodded, not bothering to say anything as your eyes were welling up and your throat felt tight.

Whenever you cried Hoseok would worry too much, you didn’t want to make him worry for you.

You took in a deep breath of his clean scent, pressing your nose to his bare chest and nuzzling closer to his body.

“It’s okay baby,” he comforted, hugging you tighter still. Enveloping you in his familiar scent and presence.

“I’m sorry I keep waking you up,” you apologized, your voice muffled by his chest.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said, shaking his head, “Do you work tomorrow?” He asked after a couple minutes, waiting for you to stop trembling and your breathing to even out.

“No, thank goodness,” You glanced up at him, “Do you?”

“No,” he replied, a soft grin crossing his handsome face.

“We can sleep in~~” you cheered silently, wiggling your body a bit before pulling back to look at your boyfriend. You could slightly make out his face in the moonlit room.

“You’re too cute,” he whispered, running his hands down to settle on your lower back in the bed, resting comfortably above your plump bottom.

“Not as cute as you,” you flirted, leaning forward and kissing his plush lips, lingering there for a moment before pulling away and dropping your head on the pillow.

He smiled at you, adoration clear in his lovely brown eyes as he reached a strong hand up to brush your hair out of your face, caressing your cheek. “Are you really okay? I’m worried about you,” he queried with a frown.

“I’ll be okay. It’s probably just from being in a new place,” you said, shrugging.

The two of you had been living together now for only a week, and you were still getting used to the natural noises of the house. With Wonho you knew you were safe, but new places were always a bit scary at first.

“You know what might help...?” He said slyly, his hands shifting a bit lower on your back.

You grunted and scooted closer to him, your breasts gently brushing his bare chest. You reached behind you to place your small hand over his, “What?” You asked, batting your eyes in a coy manner at him. You knew what he meant, but you liked it better when he said it.

He pulled you closer to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck and pressing feather light kisses against your throat and collarbone. You tilted your head up just slightly to offer him more space to roam, sighing as his hands fell to grope your ass.

You were only wearing a soft night dress and panties, giving him easy access to your body.

“Let me scare the monsters away,” he whispered before lifting his head from your neck to kiss your lips. You were more than a little eager to oblige, meeting his lips with fervor.

You rested your hand against his strong chest, enjoying the solid feeling beneath your fingertips as he kissed you, pressing your body closer to his. Your lips fit perfectly together, and even after all of the kisses you had shared you never stopped getting that fluttery feeling in the pit of your stomach. It bloomed and spread outwards throughout your core, and as one of his hands cupped the globe of your ass and squeezed you felt a flood of heat going to your center.

His mouth travelled across your jaw and down your neck, eliciting soft sighs from your mouth. He pulled you towards him with a grunt, and you lifted yourself up on your arm, your hand laying flat against his muscular torso. He was so warm, and so safe, and so sexy.

He pulled away from you for a moment to gaze into your eyes, admiring you in the moonlight streaming through the window.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praised before he gripped the back of your head and aggressively pressed his hot lips to yours once again, his fingers tangling into your hair. Soon your tongue and his were twirling around each other, spit mixing together as your kissing grew more urgent.

He pulled away from you and you whined softly, sitting up to attempt and press your lips to his again.

“Lay down baby,” he ordered softly, and you bit your already swollen lips before doing as you were told, laying flat on your back.

He maneuvered so that his knees were straddling either side of your leg and then pressed a tender kiss to your lips before his hot mouth trailed down your throat and to your shoulders, pulling at the soft fabric gently. His hands roamed over your sides and glided over your breasts, causing you to let out a soft moan.

He caressed the globes of your chest, and his thumbs moved back and forth over the hard buds of your nipples. You moaned louder in response. He smiled down at you and pressed his face against your chest, thumbs moving rhythmically as your body reacted on its own.

You were desperate for him already, and could feel your panties growing wetter by the second as he lifted his head to kiss up between your breasts and to your shoulder, hands groping and kneading your breasts expertly.

“Hmmm, Hoseok,” You panted, you wanted more already, and didn’t want to wait.

“Yes, Princess?” He crooned, pressing a soft kiss to the dip of your throat.

As you prepared for a reply he suddenly pinched your nipples between his finger tips, making a rather embarrassing cry spill from your lips, your body jolting at the sudden pleasure.

“Oh, please,” You whined. His knee was drawing closer to your center without your knowing, he was already planning to give you what you wanted, he just liked to hear your cute whining.

“Please what Princess,” He asked, feigning innocence.

The pet name alone gave you butterflies. Fuck. You were already so turned on and desperate. You reached up and pulled your nightgown down from your shoulders, he pulled his hands away, allowing you to reveal yourself to him. His eyes appraised your chest with lust before they slid back up to your eyes feverishly.

“You’re so fucking hot,” He growled before he brought his wet mouth to one of your nipples, his hand keeping busy with the other.

You moaned with each glide of his tongue over your puckered nipples, the pleasure radiating throughout your whole body. One of his hands was laying against your hip, caressing you sweetly as you let out moans of desire and pleasure. He tugged at your nipple with his teeth before pulling away to give the other the same attention. Your hands wrapped around his wide back, nails gently scraping over his shoulders as his tongue tormented your body expertly. You couldn’t help but think about how lucky you were, most people could only dream of this type of attention.

This went on until you were sure you were going to explode from the feeling, and then he finally pulled away, satisfied with his work on you. This whole time still his hand hadn’t even grazed over your core and you were growing needy for him to know how wet he had made you.

“I’m so wet,” you whimpered lewdly, garnering a lustful look from the large man. His hands trailed up your thighs and to your hips and he pushed the fabric up over your waist, looking down at your clearly soaked panties.

“Use me,” he whispered softly, and then he pulled you down against his thigh, pressing your wet heat against his muscular thigh.

You cried out desperately, and obediently began rubbing your clothed clit up and down on his knee. Hoseok watched with hooded eyes, hands caressing your hips as your hands came to your breasts to play with them. You knew all the things he liked, and even if a part of you had butterflies of embarrassment you did it anyways to please him.

You closed your eyes, head pressing back into the pillows as you felt yourself growing close to orgasm, your legs beginning to tense and tremble and your muscles contracting slightly with the movement. You cried out in desperation as Hoseok suddenly tightened his grip on your hips, halting your movements, and pushing back the waves of orgasm on the edges of your vision.

“Hoseok! Please!!” You cried out, eyes flashing open.

“Shut up,” he growled and you felt your stomach leap at the tone of his voice. You loved it when he got aggressive with you.

“Make me,” You dared, and his eyes flashed.

“You’re such a whore,” he muttered and his hand went down to your dripping core, pushing aside your panties and rubbing his thumb over your slick lips, causing you to gasp and cry out. This was much better than his knee.

“I’m your whore,” You moaned, your body spasming as his thumb flicked back and forth over your clit rhythmically, spreading your wetness all around with hooded eyes. He leaned over you, fingers still working cruelly on your hips and covered your nipple with his mouth, drawing a low groan from your throat as his tongue rolled over the sensitive bud.

You fisted your hands in the bedsheets, and with almost no warning were swept suddenly into an orgasm, your entire body jolting and trembling as he continued to rub your clit and lick your nipple with skill, helping you ride out your orgasm. As it began to wear off you quickly crossed into overstimuation and cried out loudly, as he seemed to only pick up the speed, pulling away to look at your tortured expression,

“Cum again for me, Princess.” He ordered, and you gasped as he slipped two fingers into you, beginning to pound in and out of your wet heat insistently.

“I- I can’t,” you whined out, but despite that your mind was already growing foggy again, muscles trembling all over as his other hand pulled your lips back a bit to get better access to your swollen clit, “N-no,” you begged as he began to rub it again. You caught sight of the muscles popping in his arms as he pounded into you faster and harder. You could only throw yourself into the mattress as another orgasm rocked through your body, sending your hips bucking up into the air around his strong fingers.

“That’s a good girl,” Hoseok praised, as you rode out the waves of pleasure before pulling his fingers out of you and letting your hips fall onto the bed. He crawled over to you and kissed your forehead lovingly, running his hands over your stomach and sides to calm your trembling body.

After a minute you were able to get yourself up slowly with Wonho’s help. His dick strained against his boxer briefs, and just seeing it you felt butterflies gathering in your stomach all over again. You were so desperate to feel him inside of you, but you wanted to pleasure him too.

“Lay down for me?” You suggested, looking up at him lustfully.

He pulled down his boxers easily, his swollen cock springing free from the confines of his underwear. He tossed them away and layed down on his back, his muscles rippling beneath his skin with the movement, “Anything for you,” he complied sweetly.

You climbed between his muscular legs, partially laying on your stomach. You took his dick in your hands, guiding it to your mouth and gently licking up his shaft. You watched as he huffed and his hands went back behind his head, lustful eyes watching you.

You took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his long shaft, making him moan quietly at the feeling before you sat up to begin bobbing your head up and down, eyes closing as you focused on gliding your tongue over the little ridges and veins of his cock, humming every now and then when his dick would hit the back of your throat.

One of his hands came to settle on your head, gently guiding your movements. Your saliva dripped down his cock as you went faster.

“That’s right Y/N, you’re doing so good… Such a good little whore,” He praised, petting your hair gently as you sucked his cock, going until he gently pulled at your hair to stop you.

You pulled away with a pop, smiling at him with pride. He was sweating and his eyes were burning with passion. He surged into a sitting position and you sat up just as fast, meeting his lips in an intense kiss. His hands travelled down your back to squeeze your ass before going to squeeze your soft breasts once again. You kissed until you were both breathless and then he suddenly pulled you up as if it were nothing and flipped you onto your back, causing a zap of arousal to go through you.

He forced your legs apart and pulled off your panties in a swift motion, exposing your glistening lips and swollen clit fully to the warm air of the room.

“Look at you, such a mess for me,” he muttered, pushing your legs back and coming between them, drawing closer to your heat, one of his hands going to rub over your sensitive area, making you moan out at the feeling of pleasure from his soft thumb against you.

“P-please,” You begged, growing more and more desperate for his cock to be buried inside of you, “I want to be filled by you,” You groaned lustfully, making the muscular man's eyes widen in shock before he slowly positioned himself in front of your entrance, happy with the mess he had already made of you. He pushed your lips apart, and gently slid his engorged head down your slit, making you cry out at the contact before he slowly inserted himself into you.

He held your hips down as he pushed into you, watching you moan and groan as you adjusted to his large cock filling you. He paused for a moment, before beginning to thrust slowly back and forth into you, his thumb rubbing over your clit with his movements, making you moan and whimper softly.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he grunted as his hands lifted to grope your breasts, making you breathless. You were quickly growing impatient as he didn’t seem to be going any faster, keeping the same slow and steady pace.

“Oh please,” You moaned again.

“Please what?” He teased, again pretending he didn’t know what he was doing.

“Fuck me harder…” You pleaded.

“What was that?” He asked, coming to a stop to look at you with taunting eyes, even taking his hand away from your clit.

“Hoseok, please fuck me,” you begged but it still wasn’t seeming to work, he only grinned at you and slowly began to push back inside of you.

“I am fucking you,” he teased.

You threw back your head in frustration, “I want you to make me scream!” You exclaimed, moving your hips a bit on him, desperate to have more.

“I’ll make a mess of you,” he promised darkly, and quite suddenly began slamming into you, pounding in and out of you so forcefully you felt like you would fly away if he wasn’t holding you to your place.

You let out loud cries as his cock penetrated you deeply, hitting a sensitive spot deep inside. His thumb was also skillfully flicking against your clit occasionally, causing your body to spasm with desire.

He kept up this pace for an impressive amount of time, until you were almost at your limit and then suddenly stopped, pulling you toward him, “Get on my lap,” he ordered.

You did as you were told, switching so that he was now sitting and you were straddling his waist.

You grabbed his cock which was dripping pre-cum and guided it to your entrance, slowly and easily inserting it back into your dripping hole. You moaned and shuddered around it as his hands wrapped firmly around your back, watching you lustfully. He leaned forward to begin sucking on your perky breast, rolling the hard bud between his tongue and teeth. You cried out at the sensation as you started to bounce up and down on his massive cock, feeling completely full with him.

You grounded your hips down against his with every movement, almost crying from the intense pleasure that was going through your whole body. Your head was thrown back, and your breasts bounced with you as you moved. Wonho gripped your hips tightly, swearing occasionally and grunting with your movements.

You let out a shriek as his thumb was suddenly roughly rubbing against your already over-sensitive clit, watching with mischievous eyes as you faltered in your rhythm, body shuddering with the feelings.

“Keep going,” he ordered, watching you with those gorgeous eyes. Your eyes travelled down his muscular body to the large hand against you.

You did your best to pick up a rhythm but he was pushing you over the edge once more. You could see from the clenching of his stomach that he was nearing orgasm. With a sudden pick up in the speed of his thumb you found your body spasming hard at the feeling and you threw yourself forward, arms wrapping around his massive shoulders to ground you as he suddenly began bouncing you himself. Pounding into you hard.

The sound of skin slapping skin and breathless moans filled the room as the two of you brought each other to orgasm. As Hoseok came he moaned out your name, swearing and praising you. You sank your teeth into the skin of his shoulder as the power of your orgasm left you almost incapable of controlling the moans and cries spilling from your spit slicked lips. The feeling of his hot semen filling you up drove you even more insane and you trembled hard around him, another orgasm wracking through your body. You felt like the waves of pleasure would never end but as he slowed to a stop and dropped his head against the hot skin of your shoulder you slowly began to come down. Muscles relaxing one by one and your arms relaxing from the tight grip you had had on his back. You pulled away and looked into Wonho’s warm eyes, placing a loving kiss to his lips.

The two of you slowly pulled apart, and Wonho helped you pull the straps of your night dress back over your shoulders, covering you up.

“How are you feeling baby,” He asked softly, lovingly kissing your forehead before helping you off of him.

“Hmm.. sleepy,” You replied. The energy you had had during your session had quickly dissipated with your fourth orgasm. You felt full, and warm, and ready to sleep for a long time.

“You did so good,” he praised as the two of you fell back against the pillows, him pulling you easily against his chest.

You nuzzled up to him, revelling in his scent and the feel of his body against yours.

“I love you so much Hoseok,” You whispered against his chest, peppering sweet kisses against his large pecs before dropping your head against his arm, a much better pillow than you had ever had before.

“I love you more, Y/N,” He replied, his voice growing drowsy.

The two of you slowly drifted off to sleep in eachothers arms and for the first time since you had moved in, you had a peaceful sleep.

[frosting-pudding]

guys look at this #2

buddy’s theme i composed on the piano :3

imma upload chase’s after this one 💪🏽

[digitalvoidheart]

Proud indeed...

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The black cat is back. Same place same time as always. Ccino figured out why.

Ever since this fluffy black cat appeared at his quaint shop at the boardwalk, he's noticed it avoiding all the cat treats he has offered to it, only giving it a tiny sniff and turning away. Trying to figure out why it refuses to eat was quite a challenge considering he has to run his coffee shop and follow the stray cat. His luck did turn for the better later.

Ever since realising that cats liked to bask in his shop when the weather gets too hot, he replaced the front screen door to have a pet door. It was small enough that during one evening, the little fuzzball came dashing through it, covered in scratches and its fur matted. On the other side through the pet door were a pair of sharp canine jaws snapping uncontrollably to try grab the injured kitty behind boxes. Ccino realised the situation, chasing the dog away before tending to his new visitor.

They were feral at first, not surprising since one of their eye was scratched up and closed to reduce pain. After several minutes of coaxing, sweet words and promises, the teal eyed kitty gave him a chance to tend to his wounds (it was a boy, Ccino found out).

For the next few days, during a visit to the vet, Ccino named the kitty "Night" because of his beautiful black fur. The vet insisted on calling him 'Nightmare' due to his feral nature and resistance against the doctor. Albeit being a stray, his only injuries were his body and right eye now permanently blind. No problems with emaciation or parasites in his luscious fur. It put Ccino on edge but he shrugged it off later.

He then decided to adopt the fuzzy kitty, even going as far as to getting him toys of his own liking and an adorable belled-collar that even Night loved.

Nightmare (Ah-he meant Night. Guess the nickname stuck) didn't usually show affection much, only the occasional twisting around his legs (though it could be mistaken for scenting Ccino as his) and purring whenever Ccino pets him and gives him wet food. Although it came to a halt when Night decided to stop eating again, going out more often than staying indoors at night.

Ccino, with nothing to do at night and having no idea on Night's history, followed him one day without the kitty's knowledge. Night only stopped his journey when he figured out Ccino was following him, returning to the Café only to repeat the next day.

Being extra careful this time, Ccino followed him and surprisingly, he stopped at the empty docks. Thinking he might've been caught again, Ccino decided to walk away. Until sounds of something emerging from the water stole his attention.

A skull, connected to a strong skeletal frame and glowing sanguine tail, looked up at his pet cat. A skeleton mermaid! His cat is friends with a mermaid!

The mermaid's gentle male voice was soothing as it spoke to Night.

"Hello there, beautiful. Been a while, where've you been? What's this? A collar? That's wonderful news! You found an owner!" A soft mewl from Night as he headbutted the outstretched hand of the mer. "Haha. Alright, you've been forgiven. Why are you closing one eye though? Did a bad dog hurt you?" A grumbling purr "That's not good. At least you got an owner. They'll keep you safe. You can come here whenever you want too!"

Ccino wanted to go there, but he didn't want to risk ruining this adorable reunion. He should leave. If Night decides not to return, that'll be alright. Its not like Ccino didn't know how to live without an amazing pet, or emotional support, or-

"Hey! I found your favourite type of fish! The one from that shiny box you gave me! Hang on." A quick dive and an equally speedy return from the red mer scared his kitty. "Pffft, you got scared," a growl emitted from Night. The half skeleton put up his hands defensively, "alright you egotistic and proud cat, you weren't. Don't scratch attack me or no minnow- or whatever the box said this was." He handed out a pile of fresh Minnow to Nightmare before resting his head on his hands on the dock, watching Nightmare eat.

Minnow... That was the flavour of wet food Nightmare preferred. It was funny to think Night brought a can of wet food to the mermaid monster to get more. The cheeky bastard. No wonder he's not slimming down. Though Ccino learned one fact about Night's secret friend. This mermaid knows how to read.

He sighed as Night nudged one back to him "As much as I love to share with you, I already ate. Plus, I prefer Salmon that tiny fry." Night gave him another guttural growl as he scarfed down the fish. "Jeez, fine. I think I should call you Proudy for your demanding nature and anger towards insults." He picked up one fish and swallowed it.

Looking behind at the sea as Night finished the last of the fish, he sighed, "time you go back to your new home, kitten. Your owner must be worried" the red mermaid reminded Night. With a small drop of his tiny head, the mer chuckled lightly, petting Night and taking a look at his belled collar. "Well Night, I'll be waiting as always. Goodbye." And the handsome mer dove back in the ocean.

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The next night was the same as the day (or should he say night) before yesterday. Night didn't return. Killer figured that would happen. He guessed he grew too attached with the once stray cat which didn't fear him like the rest, his bravery and pride is one he looks up to greatly.

He shouldn't stay. After all, Night didn't return- maybe might never... Pushing himself off the edge of the docks, he began to leap into the waters.

That is until he heard a little familiar growl.

Turning back, there he was. Little Night. The little adorable kitty cat with an equally adorable backpack. That was new.

"What's this about, little Night?" He chuckled, letting his hand wander and open the little clasp holding the bag close as Night Nuzzled his phalanges. Inside was a rolled up paper, likely a message.

Being a nosey and curious mer, Killer opened it. As he read it, he was surprised the message was for him!

Dear Mermaid,

My name is Ccino (si-seeno? Keeno? Cheeno? Killer didn't know how to pronounce it). I'm Night's owner. Please do not fret. I promise not to tattle of your existence. It is between Night and me and you. I only want to thank you for keeping this kitty safe. I shall leave a special something every night for you under the docks. Please accept my gratitude.

Ccino.

Looking around, he only saw Night standing with a puffed chest like the proud creature he is. No sign of any human or monster in sight. Deciding to humour the message, he dove under the docks. There was a small crevice where rocks resided, on top of them was a platter with circular white balls.

Picking one up, it was kinda squishy. Giving it a sniff proved it was edible from a fresh fish scent. Killer popped it into his mouth and bit into its chewy surface. The burst of flavour was an instant flood of fresh Salmon. He scarfed down the others, loving them just as equally. He made sure to leave one before reuniting at the docks with the pretty black cat. He pushed the white chewy fish ball to his friend, only to be surprised when he nudged it back.

It became a small back and forth game until Night gave his signature growl, stopping the game as Killer took the fish ball and downed it making the kitty relax in satisfaction.

He laughed. "I guess not all landwalkers are bad. I mean you don't look like you lost your spunk at all!" Petting his friend, glad he wasn't abused and became fearful like the rest. No. Night was brave. Tilting his tiny head upwards like a king on his throne to show he isn't and will never be hurt "a proud creature indeed".

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Day 2 of Fluffynightkiller week

Did this all mid class and during day 1 so the ending looks very rushed. I apologise if it isn't that nice...

Although since its still mermay, I added a smol story with kitty nm and fishy friend killer! No drawing tho. This was a last second idea. Sorry. ^^"

Fluffynightkiller week by @help-im-a-gay-fish

[anestheticrage]

Be me: Japanese honor student🎓, 15, with half a brain and even less of a plan. Hunting bitches by day and witches by night. Livin that dank only child✌️ life while mom n dad yeet all over the globe, leavin me plenty of time to forget not to make 2 lunches for myself #quirky 😜

no time for socialization or basic electronics skills ???📱??? when your best friends are an alien demon rabbit🐰👽 and the inexplicable Hole ™ in your brain. lmao, btw did i mention im ✨M✨A✨G✨I✨C✨A✨L✨

dreamin bout my 2D waifus again when familiar pink haired cancer patient dances through my brain passin out fliers: Kamihama Meguca Dating Service: Sponsored by Cult of the Magius. 250 stones per session 🤔

seems legit, Mr. Moneybags. wasn't spending my unwieldy sack of gemstones on anything else anyway. lets pull 💎💎💎

first up we have Redhead Radagast and her plethora of plants. 🌿☺️🦎

anndd, nearly dies immediately. 

well not off to a great start but i guess shes pretty cute at lea- oh FUCK its her girlfriend, Tsundere Poseidon😒🔱💦, and their exasperated, straight and single Sword Mom 😔🗡️🔥. fml gonna have to save up for the next pull. might as well play a few rounds with what i got tho. 

get in some good girl talk about things like school, color coded hair styles, body count, permanent soul damage, and our personal demon pacts. ya know, the usual 😚 . realize my dark backstory seems to be missing, so the girls take me to Ketchup Queen Sappho 🍅🥧 (wtf?) to molest my glowy egg stone. whatevs, more action than ive had since Kuroe 🖤 got added to the story anyway

the gang agrees it's time to hunt down the cutest rabbit pimp 🕶️🐇💵 in the city. >> say 🎵mukyuuu🎵 one more time and ill hug you so hard my backstory will pop right out, you adorable fluffy bastard. plz be my new best friend 💕

Form brand new friendship pact with Kyubae, and remember that my lil Sis 🐥 was always the best wingman for pickin up magic chicks, and kept her side of the room so spotless i forgot she existed. whoops 乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ Maybe if I find her i can stop paying these exorbitant pull fees.📵💎

speaking of which: hot damn this week's featured bachelorette is a 19 year old model and magical detective🔎 with massive levels of PTSD and self loathing 🥵💙💦 more likely to stab you or dramatically jump off a rooftoop than utter a single positive comment. wow, maybe i really COULD find true love…

... if i had MORE THAN A 1% FUCKING DRAW CHANCE. 😡 smh

hard to make much progress finding sis or winning the broken heart of a hard boiled detective amidst the never ending lover's quarrel of the Trident Vine Lesbians. 💔 Sword Mom tells them if they don't behave a monster will take them away. LOL classic mom 🤣

>>>HOLY FUCK IT DID

declare all-out war on urban legends, starting with staircases ⚔️ to reunite the dysfunctional trio, and hope that I net a way better lineup with the next 10x pull. at least sad sleuth lady came to help out. they say combat is the best way to bond wi-   and there she goes off the rooftop again 🙄 fml

alright that got way off track, we need a fresh start, away from all the loli drama. how bout a little B&E🔓🔨🤷🏻‍♀️ at the local house of worship to clear my head. ahh nothing like the unanswered prayers of the masses to get you in the mood for another wasted pull, and the 🔥 MIGHTIEST 🔥 headache you could ask for with a side of Double Cooked Pork 🐖🍜 (meh 5/10🧾)

venture forth into the spiritual unknown with your new human flamethrower🔥🌻🧡 and ask your favorite private eye to please, for the love of Eve, trade Meguca accounts with me~~~ Head through the eastern spirit portal to meet up with hologram propaganda sis and detective crush's evil ex, who joined a dating-app cult (#fuck) and also turned into the moon?🌕?(that's rough buddy)

get ambushed by Acid Horse on Wheels 🌈🐴 and vomit up my soul so hard that its time for a crossover episode. T U R F F F   W A R R R *que operatic harmonies* 💛 Blondie with the hair drills and enough attitude and guns to fill up a noble phantasm tries to ban my account permanently, but PI heartthrob denies her admin privileges. aww babe i didn't know you cared. 😭♥️

get kidnapped by my new true love and go back to her place 😏  defs enough empty rooms to house five emotionally traumatized girls and at least two ghosts hehehe👻 XD 💚🃏💜🎸 decide to form the anti-gossip brigade and recruit my blazing sunflower after getting ambushed by the witch living in my fruit loops🥣

❌outvoted 2:1 that cults are bad. mf. fiinneee one last pull to round out the team and then I'll delete the app. cmonnn Karin 🎃~

OH HELL YEAH TWO FOR ONE.

Always wanted a daughter 💜🔨🐄 with a penchant for pissing off the local Martial Arts & Books Club and drinking suspicious liquids offered by total strangers. Well if it's good enough for her AND the sexy mayadere with enough game to seduce a mermaid, might as well get in on that myself. 

#curseddrank 🤢 0/24 would not recommend to a friend, 'cept maybe Ria

win alot of cash 🤑, blow up a fountain, meet the pied piper²🎶🖕, moon cult, monochrome feathers, something about liberation✊🏻; adopt temper tantrum cow girl. aces 💜🥩

Next up!!! skydiving with DJ Hammer! Jump to apparently-not-certain death after suicidal A.I. 💚💾🗼 tells you to rescue her hostage before they run out of Radiohead albums and have to move on to Thom Yorke's solo discography. save the invisible shield kitten 💚👑😿 from happiness and get chased through the internet by the sexiest homicidal Paint Pallette 💚🎨😈 since Caravaggio. (apparently green is the color of the digital apocalypse. i’m deleting Kako from my friend's list)

that’s it, fuck this app. 250 stones 💎 per-life-threatening-experience is more than i’m willing to deal with 😓 don’t wanna mess with the perfect nuclear family anyway. we've already got: 

✔️the two emotionally traumatized moms with memory and commitment issues

✔️the adhd daughter with anger management problems and a giant hammer

✔️the psychologically abused scizophrenic cat

✔️and the eccentric aunt with crippling anxiety

#squadgoals

now that were done hoarding bitches, its time to hunt the witches. and the bitches makin the witches. btw did i mention the witches ARE the bitches! AND WERE ALL GOING TO DIE!? 📽️⁉️💀 wait fuck lets back up a second

This is Nemo📕 and Token🧪 and they have all the answers but prefer if you only ask vague questions in exchange for vague responses so they can fill in the rest by discussing their superior intellect 🧠 at length. not to mention they built that dating app, so of course everyone in my harem decides to be a FUCKING. TRAITOR.🤬

cept waifu prime ofc 🥰💙. [PTSD > brainwashing] 'yOu CaN bE tHe LeAdEr NoW'. i have been from the very beginning you traumatized Hinedere nightmare. maybe if you weren't so caught up collecting surrogate daughters you would've noticed IM👏THE👏ONLY👏 ONE👏PROGRESSING👏THE FUCKING👏PLOT✨

rescue the rest of dysfunctional found-family™ from selves before my adorable firebender burns down Disnihama🎡🔥😱 during her weekly anxiety attack. (love the makeover T B H) 

CHAPTER 8: Magical Girl Massacre🩸🗡️

   - everyone has like, the shittiest day ever

   - the new Pope really needs to be extradited from the church

   - make friends with a really pretty tree 🌺🌲✨

i swear, if i don't finish this god damn story in time to get that free pull im gonna beat the shit out of every mirror i find in that giant mansion that i haven't even had any time to even mention yet. 🖕🏚️ let alone EVERYTHING happening with the prequel [fuck you, I'm the star] girls 💗💜💙💛❤️️ and their multidimensional melodrama. We don't need that many repetitive af episodes to emphasize that Homo-ra is a shitty person. we've all seen Rebellion. 🙄

NO, I DONT CARE IF YOU WANT SAPPHO'S BACKSTORY, I ONLY HAVE 79 STONES LEFT AND IF YACHAN FINDS OUT I HAVEN'T DELETED THE APP YET IM GONNA HAVE TO GO SLEEP IN WITH SANA 😭💎💸😠

uhhhggggg where were we… Topple a cult and burn down Hotel Denoument only to realize that Sis was fused with the dating app servers this entire madokafuckin time (told ya she was the best wingman 😊). 

Dilemma: Sis =🥚, Triumvirate of Trouble want 🐣. What do? vote now:

Help Hatch - IIIIIII

Not Do That - IIIII

What The Actual Fuck Is Going On - IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Lets just fight everyone until something good happens.

🔥🔫🔥🗡️🔥😱🔥🌆🔥😱🔥🛡️🔥💣🔥

Kill (???) the artist-in-chief of the italian reindeer murder police after teaching her the true meaning of Christmas 🎄 hatch 🐣lil Sis and realize she WAS your wingman all along🐰 MUKYUUUU! we're just gonna ignore how much trouble it would have saved if you'd just mentioned that. "yOu DiDnT aSk..." 

FUCK YOU SPACE BITCH. ONCE AN INCUBATOR ALWAYS AN INCUBATOR 🖕🐇🔪

anywho, somewhere along the lines we of course summoned the Antichrist ⚙️ because why not raise the stakes to max and still not kill off a single character. Madofuckinkami, can we PLEASE wrap this up. 😩💤

feathers (not the culty kind, tfm) rain from the sky, and the power of friendship and not having the Urobutcher 🔪🩸as a lead writer saves our peacefully sectioned off alternate reality 😇

TL:DR fuck cults, real life waifus DO exist, don't sell your soul to space rabbits, or your stones to megacorporations. Enjoy arc 2 on the JP server with your shitty translation patch you filthy fuckin weebs 

Yours Truly, 

- Thirsty Weeb Eroha 💗💎😘 

[aldahi-rp]

Saving Rumplestiltskin

Chapter 4: "What Dreams May Come"

(Part 1)

Chapter 1: The Eye of Eternity

https://aldahi-rp.tumblr.com/post/623491624921612288/saving-rumplestiltskin

Chapter 2: Alone in the Dark

https://aldahi-rp.tumblr.com/post/623494238962958336/saving-rumplestiltskin

Chapter 3: Child's Play

https://aldahi-rp.tumblr.com/post/623499386861813760/saving-rumplestiltski

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Belle was confused. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was running towards the well through a feild of blue flowers. Now she was in the big red room, with the spinning wheel, and the table, and the artifacts on pedestals.

Rumple was at his wheel, spinning straw into gold as usual.... But he looked different somehow... Belle blinked trying to figure out what it was about him... her mind was hazy... He looked... He looked HUMAN! He had silky hair and mellow brown eyes.

When he saw her he smiled, warm but tentative.

"...Hey..." He said, as if glad to see her, but also half afraid she might bolt if he made any sudden moves.

Belle approached slowly, still not quite sure what was going on. "...Hey..." She offered back, just as tentative. She couldn't remember... wasn't there something she was supposed to be doing? Something important?

He stood, closing the distance between them, walking in a way that was warm, but measured, as if still afraid he might frighten her away somehow. "You're here" he said.

"Yes" she agreed.

He looked... concerned for a moment, or disoriented, as if trying to figure something out... Or trying to remember something just outside his mental reach... Then his eyes brightened as if he had suddenly realized something wonderful and amazing.

"We did it!" He said

"Did what?" She asked, now more confused then ever.

"The flower, the well water... We did it, or rather you did it. You saved me."

She blinked trying to remember, and then broke into a warm, watery smile "You're okay!" She said, so happy that he looked healthy and alert that she felt her heart would burst.

He smiled back, and it seemed like some of the cautious tension drained out of him. "I'm okay". He agreed, and spread both arms wide, indicating all of himself with a little tilt of his head.

Belle reached out to hug him- but then stopped herself, unsure if he wanted to be touched...

"So, uh..." She said, a little awkwardly, repositioning her body to put the space back between them.

He eyed her cautiously, as though he himself had considered hugging her when she had moved towards him, but now that she hadn't he thought better of it, and retreated some as well.

"So, now what?" She asked.

"Now, we can have anything and everything!" He told her.

"Everything?" She asked skeptically.

"If you'll have it." He offered with a small smile.

Then with a flick of his wrist, she was in her yellow dress, and music began to play all around them. "Everything." He repeated, "Everything you could ever want and more".

And then he bowed deeply, offering Belle his hand. "May I have this dance?"

Belle was startled that he would offer, but she took his hand and let him guide her across the floor. The music swirled around them, as he lead her through the big room with the red carpet and the open windows in slow, graceful circles until she came to rest her head on his shoulder, and he stiffened just a little, but then relaxed into her touch.

She was happy. He was happy. He was healthy, and cured. They were together. Everything was all right!

...Until she realized something.

"This isn't real..." Belle said softly... And then with more conviction, "None of this is real. YOU'RE not real!"

She let go of him and stepped away putting distance between them again.

"No, I am, it's me. Belle, I'm real, and this is the only place we can ever be together." With a flick of his wrist she was in her blue dress and he was back, looking like he had before: glittering gold-green skin, reptilian eyes, long dark nails. "There, see?"

"It's not about what you LOOK like". Belle said, "It's... this whole thing, the dancing. You. It's... It's not YOU. This is a-a dream, or...an illusion? It's not real- YOU'RE not REAL."

"I am" he said, "I spin straw into gold, I built you a library after you hugged me, I let you keep the curtains down after centuries of darkness, I once left a live sheep in the kitchen and told you I wanted leg of mutton for supper as a crule quip, and to see what you would do."

"I know all that, though!" Belle said. "So that doesn't prove anything. It could all be comming from my own head"

"The cup!" He tried again, pointing at her in something like desperation. "The chipped cup! I preferentially drink out of the chipped cup because..." He closed his eyes forcing himself to say the next part "because it reminds me of you."

That was something he had never told her before.... She hesitated... Could she have made that up though? Could it just be a hopeful guess? Or....

"...Rumple?"

"Yes" he said fevently, "Yes, Belle, it's me."

She hesitated. She still wasn't sure.

Rumple closed his eyes, and took a deep, steadying breath, "When I spin...." He said, slowly, looking into her eyes, "I told you..." he hesitated "...it helps me to forget..."

She waited for him to go on, watching him closely, trying to read his eyes as tho they were pages of a book.

He closed his eyes and said, without opening them. "...the pain of losing my boy. THAT'S what I am trying to forget."

Then he opened his eyes and looked directly at her.

He had certainly never told her THAT, and she wouldn't have guessed it.

"Rumple!" She said, finally believing him. She hugged him tightly, and, after a moment of hesitation, he hugged her back.

"Oh, Belle..."

"What was his name?" She asked gently, after pulling away just enough to look him in the eye, her arms still wrapped loosely around his neck. All tender compassion and sympathy now.

"...Balefire..." he said slowly...

And then suddenly he pulled away from her, looking at her with wide, disturbed eyes.

"Bae" he repeated as if part of him were waking from a dream... Then he staggered back away from Belle as if she were some sort of nightmare creature.

"You!" He said, pointing an accusing finger at her.

"I told you to stay away from the Dream Lilies!"

"I-- wait- what??!"

"You're dreaming!" He accused, as if she were doing something wrong.

"But, but I thought... But you JUST said--"

"Wake up, Belle!" He said, taking her by the shoulders and shaking her roughly.

"Rumple, stop! You're hurting me!"

He shook her all the harder, "Belle, wake up! Wake up or I'll never see my boy again. Wake up or you'll be trapped there forever! Belle, WAKE! UP!!!"

And then Belle was alone, in a feild of bright blue flowers, swaying gently in the breeze.

She got up and ran to the well. She felt dizzy, dreamy, as if she were floating on air. She got to the well and dipped in the bucket. She felt the world slipping away- NO! Rumple needed her!

She plunged the bucket into the well, drawing up water and filling the glass bottle Rumple had given her.

"What do you got there, Dearie?" Rumple was standing behind her, but not the tentative, soft eyed Rumple from her dream, this Rumple was crule, dark, pitching his voice high and mockingly playful. "Better hand it over!"

And she threw the bucket at him... And she ran.

He appeared in front of her, "Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, Dearie. You have something of mine"

She dodged, and he appeared just behind her, and he grabbed her ankle, and she fell face first into the blue flowers.

Belle was again in the Dark Castle, and Rumple was again human, and again at his wheel, looking sad and pensive... Almost broken... Spinning the wheel by hand without any thread on it, just watching it go round and round...

When he saw her, he leaped up and pointed an accusing finger at her "What are you doing here?!" He demanded.

"You!" She said breathlessly. "I have the water, but- but you grabbed my leg and stopped me!"

"I grabbed you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows, looking at her somewhat skeptically.

"Yes!" Belle said, "you were chasing me, you made me fall into the flowers, you weren't going to let me leave with that bottle!"

"-I- was trying to STOP you from helping ME." He said, in a 'let's just make sure I have this straight' tone of voice.

"Yes!" Belle said, "you were calling me "Dearie" and treating me like you treat everyone ELSE!"

Rumple frowned, he was quiet for a minute... "Belle" he said, very gently, "Are you... afraid of me?"

Belle shied away, not meeting his eyes, "No..." She said, "but... sometimes you can be... very dark..."

"Not to you" Rumple said gently, "I would never hurt YOU."

"The monster part of you doesn't want me to save you." Belle said very quietly

"The 'monster part of me' wants to LIVE, trust me, I would know."

"Then why would you...?"

"I believe..." He said, very slowly, thoughtfully. "That YOU believe the 'monster part of me', as you called it, is a danger to me-- but it's NOT. Least ways, not NEARLY so much as you failing to get THAT bottle" he indicated the bottle in her hand that she had not been holding until now "to me before I run out of time."

"Run out of time?" Belle repeat. "Wait- Is there a time limit?"

"There is." He said simply

"What happens if you run out of time?"

"I..." He hesitated. "It's not something I will allow to happen."

She frowned at him, her pretty face darkened with concern.

"Belle" he said, "what you need to know is that that isn't me. That's an illusion, and it CAN'T hurt you. Now, I need you to bring me that bottle as quickly as possible, because time IS of the essence."

Belle nodded very seriously. "I know, I'm comming."

"And, Belle..."

She turned to face him.

He looked like he was about to say something, he reached for her, he almost touched her face... But then he pulled back and said "Nothing. Go."

And he blew a cloud of glittering dark red smoke into her face.

Belle was laying in the lilies. She hopped up, holding her breath, and ran for dear life. She ran through the feild of blue flowers that made her head spin, as her lungs screamed for oxygen. She ran through the forest with the sky sirens and their hauntingly beautiful song blocked out by the red ear muffs. She ran to where Rumple lay in the grass, curled up, asleep like a child.

She shook him rougher then was probably necessary, shouting "Rumple, Rumple wake up!!"

Rumplestiltskin blinked up at her drowsily. He tried to get his eyes to focus and his brain to start working again. "Belle?" But it was dark, and she was very far away....

"I have the water!" she said, "C'mon, let's go."

He blinked at her again, trying and failing to focus on her, sleep was a heavy blanket trying to drown him. He couldn't pull himself out of it. He let his eyes slide closed again.

"Rumple!" She was shaking him again, "Wake up! C'mon. Wake up!"

"Mm awake." He mumbled without really moving his lips or opening his eyes.

"No your not" she argued, "I need you alert enough to get us home. I have the water. WAKE UP!"

With a tremendous effort Rumple opened his eyes and looked at her. "Belle?" He asked again, as if he wasn't quite sure who she was. His voice was thick with sleep.

"Yeah" she said, offering a wavery little smile, "it's me. C'mon, get up."

He shoved himself with effort into a sitting position, but his head fell to his chest and his eyes were closed... He forced them open to try to look at her, but they fell closed again.

"Did you.... did... did you get the.... the..."

"The water. Yes, I have it!" She said.

He nodded, but his whole body began to droop, falling back into sleep.

"No! No, no, eyes open. C'mon. You said you needed me, now I need YOU! I need you to wake up, and get us HOME... Before you run out of time."

This seemed to have an effect. He forced his eyes open. Forced himself to look at her steadily. Forced his head up until he was actually holding himself erect. Forced his eyes to focus until he was actually seeing her...

And then in a cloud of dark smoke they were home.

Not in the big room with the spinning wheel and the red rug, as Belle had expected, but in the lab.

Chapter 4: What Dreams May Come (Part Two)

https://aldahi-rp.tumblr.com/post/623507569400496128/saving-rumplestiltskin

[sunsetscurving]

CHASING STARS

Ch. 8

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In a world where reincarnation is common and expected, people stopped to care for a reason or how many times they already lived – they have no memory of their past life anymore.

But Lucas Lallemant can feel that this isn’t his first life, some shreds of his former life still present in his new one. He has this feeling that something from his past life tied him so much to it that he has to find it again in his new life.

Something. Or someone.

Eliott slowly closed the door behind him as he entered his room, leaning against the door and closing his eyes for a second, a big sigh escaping his mouth.

They nearly kissed.

He could’ve seen that Lucas wanted it, could’ve seen it in the way his eyes seemed to be alive with light, in the way his lips parted and in the way an impression of longing had been lingering on his face the whole time.

And Eliott just kept touching his messy hair which was also defying gravity in this life. 21 years ago, Eliott fell in love with Lucas when he spotted him on the hallway of their college, running his fingers through his hair while biting his lips and working on some kind of project for his courses. Since this very faithful moment, he had been in love with Lucas’ messy hair and the way it also seemed to move in his eyes, making him look like some kind of puppy.

The attraction he felt towards Lucas in that moment when he was standing in front of him, the helmet in his hand with his hair messier than usual, was unbelievable.

But Eliott was afraid.

He was afraid of where all of this would led and he was afraid that he would disappoint Lucas, that he would fail like he did before. Lucas deserved only the best life possible and right now, where Eliott was so fucking close to get back together with the love of his life, he didn’t know if this was the right way to go.

A smile appeared on Eliott’s lips nevertheless as another thought came to the surface of his mind.

Because Lucas wanted it.

Lucas wanted to be with him, to kiss him, to touch him. And all of that made Eliott’s head spin with all the possibilities lying ahead of him.

And wasn’t this about Lucas and his decisions after all? Shouldn’t Eliott stop being so selfish, only thinking about what he wants and start to think about what Lucas wants?

Before he could even continue to think about all of this, his phone vibrated, announcing a new incoming message. Eliott walked over to his bed, plopping himself down on it and letting his gaze wander over all the paintings and drawings which where connected to another part of his immortal life. His gaze lingered on one painting which showed Lucas asleep and a smile creeped onto Eliott’s lips. He always admired how beautiful Lucas looked asleep.

When he died, he also looked like this.

The smile disappeared as fast as it came, his thoughts getting darker and darker again.

Before Eliott could lost himself in regret and pain, he opened the message and found himself smiling yet again.

This day is an emotional rollercoaster.

lucallemant: hey stranger

This started to get an insider between the two of them, huh? Eliott smirked and started to type an answer.

srodulv: hey biker boy, got home safely?

lucallemant: yup, without hurting a pole ;)

Eliott chuckled to himself, leaning back on the bed and holding the phone up over his face.

srodulv: the poles from this world are not safe anymore when you’re on the street

lucallemant: I’m their biggest nightmare

srodulv: should I be scared now?

lucallemant: if you’re a pole, then yes

Eliott huffed a laugh.

lucallemant: and you should also be scared of you decline my invitation

Eliott froze with his childish laugh, frowning at the message of Lucas.

srodulv: now I’m curious, what invitation?

lucallemant: the invitation to the party from my dad for tomorrow night

The phone which Eliott was still holding above himself crashed into his face.

Did he just—

Eliott picked up the phone, rubbing over his face while doing so and kept staring at the message from Lucas.

srodulv: are you fucking kidding me?

lucallemant: why should I?

Because you just asked me out for some fucking kind of date thing where your parents will be too?

srodulv: idk, I just didn’t expect something like this

lucallemant: it’s not the usual kind of party tho, everyone will come in suit and tie and when the formalities are over, the adults will drink even more than the teenagers

so it’s basically a very noble party with good alcohol for free

and I thought that you would maybe like to join me and my friends

idk maybe it was a dumb idea

Eliott couldn’t believe all of this. Lucas really just invited him to one of the big parties which were usually thrown by his dad once in a month. Only really special people were invited to this and Lucas accordingly thought of Eliott as special because otherwise he wouldn’t invite him.

lucallemant: eliott?

Eliott didn’t even realize how long he had been staring at the opposite wall, thinking and thinking, one thought following the other. He nearly jumped as the phone in his hand vibrated again.

srodulv: yeah, I’m here

lucallemant: you can also just tell me if you don’t wanna come

srodulv: no, sorry, I was just overwhelmed by your invitation

lucallemant: so, you’ll come?

Eliott had to smile as he typed in his answer. It was apparently important for Lucas that Eliott came and he was very flattered by that.

srodulv: how could I say no to my biker boy?

lucallemant: ;)

srodulv: but only if your friends won’t kill me right away

lucallemant: I’ll tell them to wait till you are drunk

srodulv: merci

lucallemant: the least I could do

see you tomorrow, stranger

srodulv: good night biker boy

Was this really happening? Would he really go on a party where only Lucas and his friends and some random people would be? Would he really have the chance to do a fucking slow dance with the love of his life? Would the fate really shine upon him this much? Would he really see Lucas in a suit with a tie, looking absolutely drop-dead beautiful?

He had to believe it.

And he had to get a fucking suit really, really quick.

He was jumping up from the bed, a grin still very present on his face as the door slammed against the wall while he was running out onto the hallway of their apartment.

“IDRISS!”

The whole house and every person passing by on the street were surely hearing Eliott now but he couldn’t care less. There were things who needed his attention more than some random people who thought him crazy. And maybe he was crazy after all: crazy in love.

“Fuck, dude, where are you?”

Eliott never realized that their apartment was that big. But maybe it was just supported by the fact that he couldn’t wait to tell Idriss about it all.

“What the fuck, man, did you burn down the kitchen again?”

“It was one fucking time, okay?”

Idriss was coming around the corner now, looking really sleepily while yawning quietly. He apparently just took a nap and Eliott woke him up but as said before: Eliott couldn’t care less. And he also couldn’t hide the grin on his lips.

“Oh, did I woke the princess?”

“Fucking hell, shut up”, said Idriss but a smile tugged onto his lips nevertheless.

“So, why did you woke me from my beautiful nap?”

And now, Eliott couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“Okay, so I had a date with Lucas and we were at the coffee shop around the corner and Lucas was just about to tell me what he wanted but I just literally screamed into his face what he usually took, in his former life, and it was still right and he was confused and I wanted to slap myself and then he took me home on his bike and holy fuck, this boy looks so hot and then I nearly kissed him but I couldn’t or I didn’t want to or, I don’t know, it just didn’t happen and I was afraid that Lucas thought I would reject him and now he messaged me and invited me for a party from his dad for tomorrow and I need a suit and a tie and oh my god, imagine Lucas with a suit, I mean—”

“ELIOTT!”

Eliott was out of breath by now, the need to get all of this out, to just tell someone about what happened, had been so overwhelming that the words didn’t stop spilling out from his mouth.

“Okay so”, said Idriss and took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second to gather all his thoughts and to process everything he heard, “You nearly kissed Lucas?”

“Yes.”

“And… you didn’t do it in the end? Although you had been waiting for this moment 19 fucking years?”

“Y-Yes.”

Eliott threw his hands in the air now, suddenly feeling helpless and insecure again. Idriss also thought that he did the wrong thing and the opinion from his friend meant a lot to him. And now here he was, judging him for not taking that step. But something stopped him, Eliott didn’t even know what it was. Maybe it was some higher force or…

“I don’t know, man… It just didn’t feel right, you know? When I kiss him, it should be special and wonderful and perfect and…”

“Maybe this was the perfect moment for him.”

It’s not about you, Eliott, it’s about him.

“Stop making me feel even worse, Idriss”, said Eliott now before he could think more about the missed chance which will maybe probably not come back again, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “And however: It is over now and he still wants to see me tomorrow.”

“In a suit.”

“Yes, in a suit.”

“And from where should we get a fucking suit now?”, asked Idriss, a grin starting to form on his lips.

Eliott laid his arm around Idriss’ shoulder, his smile brighter than the sun on the sky. He always knew that his best friend would always be there for him and always support him, no matter how crazy and stupid the idea might be. They had been through too much already to let the other down.

“Well, my princess”, started Eliott with a smile on his face, wriggling his eyebrows, “We’re now going on the hunt for exactly that.”

[magioftheseas]

Saccharine

Summary: Junko gives Matsuda (poisoned) chocolate and Kamukura eats it. Komaeda is given too much chocolate by his classmates. Matsuda wonders about the three of them. TDP-verse. I guess.

Rating: G

Warnings: Mentions of hospitals/medical stuff. Junko poisoning chocolate in the background. Matsuda’s language.

Notes: I wanted to write something short and sweet for Valentines Day and this is what I came up with. It just kind of...ends so I guess it’s in the style of one of my ficlets, just considerably longer. Still only about 2K tho. I’ve had this idea for a while and it’s cute, they’re cute, so I was just like “eh let’s go for it”.

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“Spit it out.”

“Nnn...”

“FUCKING SPIT IT OUT!!!”

“Nnnnnn.”

“DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING DIE, YOU IDIOT?!”

Matsuda cursed colorfully, squeezing the other’s face harder and still getting nothing more than that impassive expression and a rigid, stubbornly shut mouth. It was definitely, abso-fucking-lutely like dealing with either a stubborn toddler or a dumb, misbehaving animal.

“For fuck’s sake, Kamukura,” he hissed, digging his thumb into the corner of that stupid, stubborn mouth. “Come on. Spit it out or else.”

Kamukura, just to spite him, swallows. Matsuda, actually taken aback, flinched with a sharp gasp. And then, he smacked Kamukura hard upside the head. Kamukura was barely affected, as per usual.

“I do not know why you are so concerned,” Kamukura says simply. “I am immune to most poisons.”

“It’ll still make you SICK, you fucking idiot!” Matsuda screeched. “Also—what kind of fucking dumbass knowingly eats poisoned chocolate anyway?!”

Kamukura hums, rubbing his cheeks, at least.

“I was curious as to what she could concoct.”

“She’s not out of the fucking fire, either,” Matsuda grumbled before spinning Kamukura around and shoving him forward. “Come on. We’re going to the hospital.”

“Matsuda Yasuke, that will be unnecessary.”

“Did I fucking stutter, asshole?” Matsuda gave another harsh shove. “Rather than talking back like the little bitch you are, you’re going to be formulating ten-page apologies to me for the fucking trouble you’ve caused.”

“Mm...” Kamukura moved, at least. “Very well, then.”

Matsuda rolled his eyes and kept on pushing for his own sake, grumbling as he did.

Seriously, what even the fuck was that?

The worst part is that he knows how much of a fucking nightmare it’ll be telling Junko off later.

I usually just toss her chocolates because I know better but the one fucking time I neglected to do so... Dammit, did that bitch plan this or what?!

God, Matsuda was so angry he wanted to scream. But he needed to hurry because the last fucking thing he needed on his head was Ultimate Hope getting sick in the middle of the damn hallway on his watch.

Urgh. This week is already off to such a shit start.

--

It only makes him feel a little bit better when Kamukura is in a more sullen than usual mood afterwards. He’s only slightly relieved that in the end, Kamukura wasn’t all that affected by whatever the shit Junko cooked up. But he couldn’t take risks and thus, the poison had to be extracted and thoroughly filtered out, which was never a pleasant experience.

It was Kamukura’s own damn fault. Just what the hell was he thinking?

The scientists say that his thinking goes beyond human comprehension, but I can’t help but think he’s just—a fucking idiot.

Still, with how Kamukura was pouting, Matsuda supposed he felt a little bad. But only a little.

“If you wanted chocolate that fucking badly, I could’ve given you one from one of the reserve girls,” he sighed, shaking his head. “And if you were that damn curious about Junko’s then we could’ve gotten it analyzed. You really, really shouldn’t have just eaten it.”

“What would you have done with it if I hadn’t?” Kamukura asked. “Would you have simply tossed it in the trash?”

“Uh... Obviously?” Matsuda made a face. “Did you think I’d eat it out of obligation? Like fucking hell?”

“You have done unreasonable things for her before,” Kamukura pointed out and—ouch. That stung a little.

Probably because it’s true. Urgh. But...

“I wouldn’t let her poison me,” he muttered. “I’d draw a line there.”

“I see...so you do draw lines...”

“Everyone has limits, dipshit. People aren’t absolute in anything.” Yes, people are always capable, but... Seriously? Is that really what he thinks of me? Gross... I feel so gross... “I mean...”

“They say love has no limits,” Kamukura said. “That when someone is important to you that there is nothing you will not do for them.”

“Yeah... That’s a load of bullshit. No one’s actually like that.” A pause. “Oi. Are you seriously curious about that? Love?” Matsuda cringed. “I don’t love Junko. Not like that. I don’t love anyone. Not... Like that.”

Disgustingly, he can’t help but get a little flustered about it.

It’s the fault of this shitty consumerism holiday.

“Boring,” Kamukura said.

“Yeah,” Matsuda agreed lowly, head ducking further. “Super boring.”

But I guess at least I get free chocolate out of it... Even if it’s going to backfire when I refuse to buy anyone candy for White Day.

Kamukura seemed rather quiet, which wasn’t unusual and his expression was unreadable as always. His stride didn’t change, nor his posture—Kamukura Izuru really made for a convincing robot with human skin.

He might as well be that.

And yet, Kamukura just ate up chocolate that he left lying on his office desk like a child. Or a dog. Maybe a cat.

Cats are way cuter, though. But...

“If you weren’t such a weird damn cryptid who only lurked in the shadows, I’m sure you’d be given your own chocolate,” Matsuda said, huffing as he folded his arms back. “But I bet you would’ve stolen mine anyway, huh? Jerk.”

“Boring,” Kamukura repeated. “Obligation or affection—I have no need for such frivolities.”

“It’s consumerism, not necessity,” Matsuda replied. “It’s supposed to be frivolous.”

Although, sometimes there’s good chocolate to be had. Murasame has surprisingly good taste.

“Boring. So boring.”

“Yeah, yeah. Geeeez.” Matsuda groans. “God, what can even be done about you?”

--

And then, this happened.

“Matsuda-kun! There you are! Oh.” Komaeda’s once bright smile comes crashing down like weights from a snapped cable. “Kamukura-kun.” For what it’s worth, Komaeda does manager another smile, albeit one that’s stiff with unenthusiastic formality. “Greetings to you as well.”

“We don’t have an appointment today,” Matsuda said, unimpressed. “Don’t fucking tell me that your jackass classmates chased you away again.”

Komaeda shook his head with a laugh.

“Oh, no, no.” His shoulders shake and Matsuda realizes that Komaeda is holding something behind his back. “Um. I actually just got embarrassed and before I knew it, I ended up here, aha!”

Embarrassed? Hah?

Before Matsuda could ask, Kamukura speaks up.

“You were mortified by simple obligation chocolate? Is that really all it is?”

Ah. Komaeda flinched as Matsuda’s lashes lowered. So they offered him that, at least. And this guy—was still taken aback.

“U... Um...” Komaeda is still flustered, too, shifting and shuffling awkwardly. “Earlier, the girls got together and made chocolate for the class... And they didn’t forget me... I was so happy but also so ashamed for causing them such trouble...”

“Oi, oi.” Matsuda strides forward, reaching out and pulling at Komaeda’s cheeks. “Just because it’s called obligation chocolate doesn’t mean they were held at fucking gunpoint or whatever. You have no reason to feel bad, dumbass.”

Komaeda whined as he pulled.

“B-But...! Someone like me...!”

“I’ve met your fucking class, Komaeda,” Matsuda hissed. “You’re in the higher tiers, at least.”

“N-No way!”

“Haaaaah? You calling me a liar?”

“N-No!” Komaeda gasped, aghast at the thought. “N-No, no...! I... I-I... Uuu...”

Matsuda let go of him, grumbling and crossing his arms.

“Just fucking accept the damn chocolate. It’s free so what are you complaining for? You’re rich so I doubt money for White Day is even remotely an issue.”

“Aha... Haha... Receiving anything from someone like me might just be...” Komaeda trails off. “Gross...”

“You really are boring,” Kamukura remarked. “Your self-deprecation follows such a predictable and unrelenting cycle. Does it not get exhausting?”

Komaeda twitched, clearly a little irritated with how his brow pinched even as that smile remained.

“...I don’t really like sweets,” he went on, ignoring Kamukura entirely. “And they gave me quite a bit. I was thinking I’d share it with Matsuda-kun.” A pause. “But I guess Kamukura-kun can have some, too. If he wants, of course. Oh, right, Kamukura-kun doesn’t want anything.”

Matsuda snorted. Komaeda turned away with a huff, finally looking like the prissy elite he was.

...it should piss me off, but when it’s Komaeda...

“I will take some, then.”

“E-Eh?!” Komaeda jolted. “W-Wait, seriously?!”

Kamukura just took one of the chocolates from him.

“Thank you, Komaeda Nagito,” he said coolly, to Komaeda’s sputtering face. “It will be boring, I am sure, but I do appreciate it, all the same.”

“B-Buh...!”

“I guess I’ll take some, too,” Matsuda said, shrugging as he plucked up his own. “Did they give you any dark chocolate?”

“Oh, um...” Komaeda hesitates, looking down at what remained. “Actually this is...dark. Yes. I ended up with all three types.”

“Then you can keep that,” Matsuda said before turning to Kamukura. “Oi, if what you grabbed was white chocolate, you have to switch with me, got it?”

“Boring.”

“I’m taking that as an ‘understood’. Dick.”

Komaeda’s lips twisted, but Matsuda pulled him towards the patient bed so that he could sit with them, with Matsuda in-between. Komaeda blushed a little at their shoulders touching but Matsuda and Kamukura, of course, were pretty unaffected.

Externally, at least, Matsuda thought irritably. Internally, on the other hand...

It’s aggravating how he was just a little flustered at how Kamukura nibbled at his chocolate, at how Komaeda ended up chuckling before unwrapping his own.

“It’s nice,” Komaeda said. “Being together like this. It’s almost like we’re a trio of friends! Oh, but someone like me isn’t deserving of someone like Matsuda-kun as a friend.” Pause. “Also I don’t really want to be friends with a false hope like Kamukura-kun.”

“So boring,” Kamukura hummed.

“That poor attitude doesn’t help,” Komaeda huffed. “Matsuda-kun’s prickliness is cute, but you’re so dreary, Kamukura-kun.”

Matsuda nearly fucking choked.

“E-Excuse me?!”

“I didn’t say anything,” Komaeda said innocently.

“Ugh.” To forget about it, Matsuda just began wolfing down chocolate. It was sickeningly sweet. Enough to make him puke. He couldn’t get enough. “This actually isn’t half-bad. Fuck.”

“It is mediocre,” Kamukura said, popping the rest into his mouth. “However... It was made with enthusiasm.”

“Don’t fucking talk with your mouth full,” Matsuda snapped before swallowing. “That’s just rude.”

“Ahahaha...” Komaeda’s smile fades. “This really is nice.”

What’s up with that face?

Komaeda doesn’t elaborate. The one damn time Matsuda is half-itching to hear the other ramble at unnecessary length. It might be a sign of the dementia treatment working wonders in giving Komaeda a sliver of restraint and self-control, but—Matsuda couldn’t help but be seriously annoyed at how clearly deep in thought Komaeda is.

But I could probably figure it out if I really wanted to. And why should I care? I’m this kid’s babysitter, not his best friend. For him and Kamukura both... I really have my hands full...

For not the last time, he wonders if things will really be alright.

Not just for my sake but... For these two, as well. When we all graduate, will we still be together like this? Shit, gross, that’s so...sentimental.

Matsuda shook his head and finished up his chocolate.

“...so sweet it’s sickening,” he mused. “Just how I like it.”

Komaeda giggled.

“Maybe I should make you chocolate... Oh, but if I did that, you’d get food poisoning for sure.”

“Then Kamukura would love it,” Matsuda huffed. “So make some for him if you do.”

Kamukura perked up at that.

“...Komaeda Nagito’s cooking skills are incomprehensible.”

“I-I’ll look up how to make it on the internet, first,” Komaeda grumbled, a little red-faced. “I still don’t approve of your existence, Kamukura-kun, but I would rather not make you sick.”

“If you want to get your stomach pumped again, be my guest,” Matsuda said coolly.

“You really shouldn’t, though!” Komaeda exclaimed. “That’s just an unpleasant experience, Kamukura-kun!”

“...I am aware.”

“Then you really shouldn’t do it!”

After we’re done at Hope’s Peak—I wonder what’s going to happen to us?

“You both,” Matsuda said, rolling his eyes. “Are really fucking noisy.”

I guess I wouldn’t mind continuing to look out for them.

“You both really need me, after all,” he added, with that thought in mind.

Kamukura huffed, but Komaeda jumped at that.

“E-Eh?!”

[jaxcns]

y’all know this mans? yuh.. really gets ya thinkin that men might deserve rights after all huh? i mean they dont but it makes ya think! anyway.. i’m urayai ( uri for short ), eighteen, she/her, and from bumfuck nowhere usa over in the est timezone. we livin in a winter wonderland over here rn issa nightmare :) if ya feelin the vibe now then check out my statistics page yuh maybe i went the extra mile MXDDDN! anyway if ya poppin ya p*ssi to nct, love wastin time playin the sims, or are prayin for both taes scalps then smash that heart! we need validation in order to live in this economy laid ease!

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( wong yukhei, cismale, he/him ) — meet jaxon wu, the nineteen year old sophomore at washington state university. i heard that the hedonist is a literature major who spends most of their time either practicing on the soccer field or interning at dorrance publishing two days a week. if you ask around, you’ll find out that the scorpio was born on october 28th, that the last song they listened to was uncomfortable by chase atlantic, and that they currently live in the kappa zeta nu fraternity house. ever since the death of carter hayes though, the only thing anyone can seem to recall when it comes to them is that they used to share a room with him at the frat house.

+ smoke-filled lungs, constellations in his eyes, denim jackets, disappearing acts that rival houdini, heart-shaped boxes, thumb rings, lazy grins, broken promises, and rainy mornings.

full sleeve on his right arm plus a chest piece in progress

ears and nose pierced but he doesnt always rock the nose

emotionally stable? no. financially stable? also no.

on an athletic scholarship for soccer but he loves hockey more so its #emohours

plays soccer, hockey, and baseball

loves the finer things in life but can barely afford the free breadsticks at olive garden ja feel

hes a snake who loves that 5 finger discount

selfish but also too invested in people he cares for

impatient as hell like.. chile

middle child ya he was dealt only the best cards in life

loves space and conspiracy theories #wow so original amirite

gets super obsessive over projects hes def a perfectionist

bisexual / bitter / bilingual

mom is a bank tell and dad is a professor at boston u

not very close to his older brother since hes off gettin his doctorates degree

very close to his little sister tho they’ve always been best friends

enjoys goin on hikes to clear his head

other than writing he also enjoys all other things creative like painting, drawing, sculpting, photography, etc

he attends a weekly art class in the city

he def dabbles in drugs so if ya lookin he can probs hook ya up

he was carters roommate 

ADAMANT — stubborn as shitttttt like fr. once he sets his mind on sumn and believes hes completely right cant be wrong then theres no changin his mind! at all! even if he realizes later that he was wrong he’d rather lower himself into the grave than admit it. he’ll also argue with you til the ends of the earth until the bitch literally dont have vocal chords anymore!

CONFIDENT — if i could’ve picked an alternate label for him then it woulda been the bellwether. he always carries himself with confidence which he gets from wearin nice clothes and accessories plus always bein well groomed ig? like his hair is always done, you’ll never find a speck of dirt on his shoes, that type of shit. even when his hair is messy it was done that way he would never go outside lookin like a wreck so jot that down!

IMPETUOUS — this bitch reckless af! he does things to benefit himself and only himself most of the time without taking into consideration other peoples feelings or how it might impact them. thats not to say that he doesnt regret it after the fact but lbr he normally? doesnt? see: selfish. hes just tryna get ahead tryna get dat coin tryna get him sum gucci slides!

PETULANT — sulky, bad-tempered, etc is jax thru and thru! and he aint afraid to take everyone down with him either. hes def the type to stir up drama ngl but he’ll back it up too and he aint afraid to throw hands! hes been in his fair share of fights and with his shiny new fake id y’all been knew hes been in more than one bar fight with more to come i’m sure!

plot ideas

MUSE — pretty self explanatory i think? this person just ignites fuckin inspiration for him whether it be thru takin pictures of them, writing about them, filmin them, drawin them, etc etc. jax always knows that when hes in a slump he can find them and that shit will come back as quick as flippin on a light switch!

RIDE OR DIE(S) — y’all already know wtf it is! we love those friends who just talk shit with each other, those that’ll go to bat for one another, but also arent afraid to be like “yo step back ur gettin a lil outta line” ja feel? literally gimme all that!

ANGST — i live for anything angsty tbh like im one of those bitches that gets bored when things are goin too well for my chara so i need someone to fuck that shit up fam!

RELATIONSHIPS — im here for it all! im talkin enemies, friends, rommates, party buddies, smokin buddies, fwb, exes, partners in crime, etc etc! im here and ready to snatch em all up!

TEAMMATES — jax plays hockey, soccer, and baseball so if ur chara does too then? uhhhh we def gotta plot cause we could go any way with the teammates thing like imagine teammates who hate each other and purposely try to hurt one another durin practices.. ugh we love pettiness!

ADVENTURE BUDDIES — hiking, goin to abandoned / haunted places, spontaneous road trips, etc! need someone or multiple people who’re down to just drop everything and go. doesnt even matter where tbh they’re just always up for a lil adventure.

SEESAW — lemme be basic for a sec ok just hol on! i rlly want a plot based off of yoongis song seesaw where maybe the two of them were together and at first it was great but then they just fell out for wtvr reason and obvs didnt wanna be together anymore. neither of them wanted to let go tho maybe it was like a comfort thing? so they just kept repeatin their same old shit and actin like everything was cool until one of them finally took the step and ended it just.. ik there’d be angst ik it and i need it!

PARADISE — the new song by chase atlantic! bitch! i felt it in my soul maybe i cried? jax dabbles in literally everything hes truly a mess so havin someone who just checks on him would rip my soul in half? someone who gives him a call randomly in the middle of a sunday night and is just like “hey ya been ok? not fallin back on bad habits are u?” shit like that. it would def be a thing where he falls a lil bit in love with them because its smth hes not used to tho that def doesnt mean at all that they feel that way about him! it can unrequited i dont rlly care tbh.

ik i forgot sum shit and ik this is a damn m e s s but if ya wanna plot then just lms and i’ll hit ya up! we can brainstorm or pick from one of our wcs idc just give this h*e sum plots i’ll literally die without em? im def the type whos down to prettymuch™ fill anything so if ya got a plot that ur rlly wantin but no one seems to be takin then give it to me i’ll 100% take it lmao! ya im desperate what about it?

[bunni-teeth81]

No no cause wait!

Movie idea!

Girl trapped in mansion by father has never seen anything outside of that mansion. He convinced her the outside world is a dangerous place (think Mother Gothel or what’s his face from the hunchback of Notre Dame but less… yea.) It’s starts off all greys and blacks and such to set the tone. Somehow the girl gets out and goes to a nearby town, which is colorful and festive. It’s celebrating Christmas! (It’s about a week at most before the actual holiday)

Now our main character has never heard of Christmas, so they’re very confused (a rendition of “What’s this” from the nightmare before Christmas would play, she’d sing it. It’d be edited to fit her situation a bit more, tho most of it stays the same). She’s still greyscale, though brightened slightly.

As she explores the town she spots a girl about her age helping an elderly woman. MC is immediately smitten. As girl 2 leaves the house of the old woman she spots MC, who is not dressed for cold weather, and brings her into her home. She puts a blanket on her and brews her some coco.

MC gains color as the movie progresses

Eventually, climax is MC’s dad finding her and dragging her back home cause of course. At this point “All I want for Christmas is you” by Chase Holfeder plays which MC sings again

The ending is the gays live happily ever after. The end.

I haven’t figured out all the deets but I have MC and girl 2 drawn out in my head. Just need to physically draw them. I’ll add that to this post later (which of its later and you’re seeing this hi). I don’t have names tho. :(

The MC is mixed (her dad is white) because I can. And girl 2 is a Muslim girl because I say so. I make the rules around here.

I gotta think of a name for the story movie thing.

[yooka-kazooie]

liveblog of me watching the sonic movie courtesy of me yell-typing at my friend on discord

#long post #spoilers 

6:48 PM] Me: well guess I'm gonna rent it on cable [6:50 PM] Me: ok so far the cc works [6:50 PM] Me: which is good news on optimum [6:50 PM] Friend: good [6:50 PM] Me: upp spoke too soon [6:50 PM] Me: where did the cc go [6:51 PM] Me: first the sound didn't work and now the cc goes I keep having to close the movie and resume [6:51 PM] Me: I already dont know this owl character [6:51 PM] Me: like I'm not a HUGE fan of sonic but who is she [6:51 PM] Friend: I don't think she was in the games [6:52 PM] Friend: just an owl who adopted sonic [6:52 PM] Me: oh no is she from the original archie comics [6:52 PM] Me: I've also never seen sonic younger than like 15 [6:52 PM] Friend: no idea [6:52 PM] Me: were those echidnas [6:53 PM] Friend: the old sonic show (the good one) had an episode where sonic goes back in time and meets himself as a kid [6:53 PM] Me: oh good he's a cop good /s [6:53 PM] Me: the urkel one? [6:53 PM] Friend: yeah echidnas [6:53 PM] Friend: yeah [6:53 PM] Friend: there were two urkel ones [6:54 PM] Friend: aired at the same time [6:54 PM] Friend: or same year [6:54 PM] Me: he was in both of them??? [6:54 PM] Friend: yep [6:54 PM] Me: I never watched the "good one" [6:54 PM] Me: sat am? [6:54 PM] Friend: yeah [6:54 PM] Me: yeah I literally never saw it [6:54 PM] Friend: I think [6:54 PM] Me: til Nostalgia Critic [6:57 PM] Me: did crazy carl's drawing look like sanic I can't rewind with ondemand [6:58 PM] Friend: yes it did [7:05 PM] Me: whoops sonic emp [7:07 PM] Me: I assume these old people are describing eggman [7:07 PM] Me: so eggman is human [7:08 PM] friend: yeah [7:10 PM] Me: whos stone [7:10 PM] Me: like did Eggman need a human y.. [7:10 PM] Me: wait is he a robot [7:10 PM] Me: "a human yesman" is what I was going to say [7:10 PM] Me: it seems weird to me that he'd pay a human yesman instead of building a robot yesman [7:11 PM] friend: to be fair he has a human yesman in that old show too [7:11 PM] Me: the show I didnt watch? [7:11 PM] friend: yeah [7:11 PM] Me: I watched the pumpkin show [7:11 PM] Me: and sonic boom cartoon [7:12 PM] Me: and I played sonic adventure 2 [7:12 PM] Me: and sonic 06 [7:13 PM] Me: I'm just letting you know what I know [7:13 PM] Me: what sonic media I've consumed [7:13 PM] Me: I never played the 2D games [7:13 PM] Me: never saw Sonic Sat Am [7:14 PM] Me: uhh meow [7:14 PM] Me: oh neat I didn't know that's how the rings would work [7:14 PM] Friend: lol nice to know where you are in the movie [7:15 PM] Me: donut lord shouldn't be so confused this is at least his second time finding a small talking furry animal-like creature [7:15 PM] Me: I'm sorry but the fact that this dude had the same role in hop is hilarious [7:15 PM] Me: how do you get typecast like that [7:16 PM] Me: "where are the mushrooms and why am I still on earth" is a mood [7:16 PM] Me: his eyes are cool looking [7:16 PM] Me: I can't remember what the old design looked like and I'm scared to look it up [7:17 PM] Me: did I tell you someone proved that it wasn't a stunt and that was the actual real design [7:17 PM] friend: someone told me that [7:17 PM] Me: because they found the merch they were making and they actually made some with the old design [7:17 PM] Me: that was intentional [7:18 PM] Me: oh I like those videogame control gloves [7:18 PM] Me: they need to make those for VR [7:21 PM] Me: raccoons are so cute [7:21 PM] Me: I want one for a pet [7:23 PM] Me: no I'm calling it, Stone is secretly a robot [7:25 PM] Me: the more he says mushroom planet the more I realize it's a nintendo joke [7:25 PM] Me: the mushroom planet has to be the mushroom kingdom [7:25 PM] Me: he doesn't want to go where mario lives [7:26 PM] Me: now I want mushrooms (food) [7:26 PM] Friend: every time he talks about the mushroom planet I want them to make a nintendo cinematic universe [7:26 PM] Me: man Sonic's individual quills look weird? [7:27 PM] Me: whenever I focus on them [7:27 PM] Me: not that bad but it's weird [7:28 PM] Friend: the ones still on his body? I know the one not on his body was never changed [7:28 PM] Me: yeah the ones on him [7:28 PM] Me: it's fine looking when I don't focus on them [7:29 PM] Me: this movie has Antman vibes [7:29 PM] Me: similar humor [7:35 PM] Me: hipsters how do you even convince someone you're not that lol [7:35 PM] Me: oh here we go first standstill [7:36 PM] Me: it's really cool actually, like that one xmen scene [7:36 PM] Me: god that is just ridiculously fast [7:36 PM] Me: so far this movie is better than it looked [7:37 PM] Me: especially before the redesign [7:37 PM] Me: ugh [7:37 PM] friend: I do wonder how much, if any, the story changed with the design [7:37 PM] Me: I'm just guessing that it's the same but there could have been more changes [7:39 PM] Me: ok if mushroom world has no breathable air I'd say that's not a safe place to go [7:39 PM] Me: for sonic??? [7:40 PM] Friend: I do question how a planet full of mushrooms can have enough oxygen in it. there must be something producing more oxygen though [7:41 PM] Me: if Stone isn't a robot that eggman built I hope he's paid well [7:41 PM] Me: he literally just said it doesn't have breathable air [7:41 PM] Friend: I thought he said it did [7:42 PM] Me: ... [7:42 PM] Me: I can't rewind [7:42 PM] Me: a babysitter is infinitely better than a cop tho [7:42 PM] Me: acab [7:44 PM] Me: does he go super sonic in this [7:44 PM] Me: like gold [7:45 PM] Me: aaand he's flossing [7:45 PM] Me: how old is sonic [7:45 PM] Me: is this a child [7:45 PM] friend: idk they should have mentioned it somewhere [7:46 PM] Me: are those children fighting over a switch or a tablet [7:46 PM] Me: jesus sonic just killed eggman [7:46 PM] Me: like I understand but [7:46 PM] Me: oh he waasn't in that one [7:46 PM] Me: I guess [7:49 PM] Me: it seems weird that that exploded [7:49 PM] Me: what if it killed sonic [7:49 PM] Me: what if it damaged the remains [7:49 PM] Me: didnt eggman want to study him [7:50 PM] Me: ok well eggman just called Stone a human being so I hope he's being paid well [7:53 PM] Me: ok how is it fun to be chased by a holographic dinosaur [7:53 PM] Me: I literally have nightmares that are that [7:53 PM] Me: except in nightmares you can feel terror and pain [7:56 PM] Me: are those the shoes that had a deal with sonic adventure 2 [7:57 PM] Me: ah man this is the kinda guy who would either get fired because he's too good to be a cop or be corrupted by getting the job [7:57 PM] Me: I've been reading a lot of stories of what happens to "good cops" lately [7:58 PM] Me: and either they get fired for not being terrible or they become terrible [7:58 PM] Me: remember there are no good cops [7:59 PM] friend: well that is going to change soon [7:59 PM] friend: or it better [7:59 PM] Me: no more cops [7:59 PM] Me: abolish cops [7:59 PM] Me: freedom [8:03 PM] Me: oooo he called him eggman [8:03 PM] Me: took me a second to realize that wasn't just his name [8:03 PM] friend: he is eggman in japan and robotnic in america [8:04 PM] Me: I just think of him as Dr Eggman Robotnic [8:04 PM] Me: like bowser is King Bowser Koopa [8:04 PM] Me: Princess Peach Toadstool [8:04 PM] Me: ... I wasn't paying attention did sonic's speed just fail [8:05 PM] Me: *ring get noise* Me: oh no how many of those rings does he have [8:07 PM] Me: like not an infinite amount [8:07 PM] Me: wait [8:07 PM] Me: aren't the pyramids like [8:07 PM] Me: next to a city [8:08 PM] Me: and not in the middle of endless sand [8:08 PM] friend: yeah [8:09 PM] friend: from pictures there does seem to be a lot of sand around them [8:10 PM] Me: its the angle [8:10 PM] Me: the pyramids are like [8:10 PM] Me: inbetween endless sand and a city [8:10 PM] friend: sure [8:10 PM] Me: well he's going Blue Super Sonic [8:10 PM] Me: still not gold/yellow [8:11 PM] friend: well he does need all the chaos emeralds to go gold [8:12 PM] Me: so what is this form called [8:12 PM] Me: canonically [8:12 PM] friend: idk [8:12 PM] Me: blue lightning sonic [8:13 PM] friend: all that comes up is a truck [8:14 PM] Me: try tvtropes [8:17 PM] Me: well they're treating him like a child? I think? [8:17 PM] Me: like they adopted him [8:17 PM] Me: he's flossing and has a racecar bed [8:17 PM] Me: I think he's a child??? [8:18 PM] Me: hye look its eggman [8:18 PM] Me: he's gonna be so pissed when he gets back [8:18 PM] Me: pff stone isn't a human anymore [8:18 PM] Me: I guess the air is breathable [8:18 PM] Me: how does he get fat on msuhroom world [8:19 PM] Me: are the mushrooms edible [8:19 PM] friend: I would hope at least some of them are [8:19 PM] Me: wait why did he shave [8:19 PM] Me: I saw him do it but it's not explained why [8:19 PM] Me: did he get gum in his hair what did I miss [8:20 PM] friend: well if his mustache is any indication his hair might have gotten... idk weird, so he shaved it [8:21 PM] friend: remember end credit scenes [8:21 PM] Me: ah mood [8:21 PM] Me: I'm watching the credits yes [8:21 PM] Me: I mean I feel like shaving my head would feel infinitely weirder so I just buzz it short but mood [8:21 PM] friend: idr if there was a thing at the very end of the credits [8:21 PM] Me: oh here we go some woods TAILS [8:21 PM] Me: NO [8:21 PM] Me: they had to redesign tails [8:21 PM] Me: too [8:21 PM] Me: wait [8:21 PM] Me: uh [8:21 PM] Me: that was [8:21 PM] Me: really fast for tails [8:22 PM] Me: I guess he's not as fast as sonic but he's not supposed to be that fast [8:22 PM] Me: aaand more credits [8:22 PM] friend: well he can be fast in the games [8:23 PM] Me: he was slow in sonic boom cartoon [8:23 PM] Me: maybe???

[pinkbelugacollective]

On Suzuki-gun and Zack Sabre Jr.’s Place in the Stable

Alright real talk, I'm not liking one bit of Zack Sabre Jr.'s kayfabe story in New Japan. Lemme be clear- Suzuki-gun has been in existence in New Japan longer than Zack has been with the goddamn company. The faction has showed up across different promotions, and is run by a freelancer who will wrestle everyone and everything, including but not limited to- men, women, rookies, kaijuu, and what have you. Minoru Suzuki is arguably the top draw of the faction as he is... Minoru fucking Suzuki. Everyone else in the faction is either a loyal brother or son or fan, and we are all.... Suzuki-gun. The faction is arguably the only faction in New Japan that is truly heel, and it works because Misu is top dog and his brothers and sons are, essentially, his family. Where he goes, they go, and whenever he needs them... they're there. They're ready to throw down at literally a moment's notice, and nothing gets a crowd more heated than when Taichi's fucking with a babyface in order to help out Misu.

Now, I get Sabre Jr. is new to the promotion. Not only that, he didn't exactly have anyone to teach him the ropes that quickly before the G1, so to put him in a steady faction like Suzuki-gun was essentially the best way to get him assimilated into the promotion and get used to its style and kayfabe storytelling. It made perfect sense for Desperado to corner for him throughout the entirety of the 27th G1. He's the baby of the family, essentially their shogun's newest child, Desperado had to look after him because thiw family's ride or die. It was perfect storytelling throughout the whole summer. Desperado had Zack's back every match, and Zack did what he could during their tag bouts, but most of the caretaking was largely performed by El Desperado.

Now this is where it gets fucked up, and why Gedo better get it the fuck together before I sue his ass for misrepresentation. A whole portion of this year's Destruction tour was getting Suzuki-gun back into the larger storyline in New Japan, since they swapped them out for LIJ after Misu won the NEVER title, and to showcase enough of the LIJ bonds in time for Naito's victory at the G1 Climax. A lot of people, including myself, have had doubts about where Suzuki-gun's headed because Misu's not 40 anymore. He's not 35, he's not even 45. He's legit aboutta turn fifty, he's lost a lot of weight over the years, and we can see that he's getting worn down. We can see it in how he plans out his matches, how he performs with outside weaponry and interference, and how he takes and executes strikes and grapples in his matches. He's strong and healthy, but he's still a victim to time like we all are. He can't keep going forever, and eventually, the shogun's gonna have to move into a more administrative post and position a new heavyweight representative in the faction.

And unfortunately, it seems like Zack's gonna be the one groomed for the position.

First things first, I have nothing against Zack Sabre Jr. He's a great wrestler, very interesting to watch, but for the life of me, I don't understand what the fuck he's doing in Suzuki-gun. Part of the narrative of Suzuki-gun is that these men follow Misu because they're lacking something within themselves and find peace, find familiarity and comfort in being Misu's brother or son. Desperado's recent interview was one of the sweetest promos he's produced in his tenure in the faction, because it just comes off so... honest. Suzuki-gun is for life. Shelton Benjamin, despite being in WWE, is still Suzuki-gun. Takayama will never wrestle again but he is, for life, Suzuki-gun. That's how the faction is set up in the kayfabe. They're the family that ride or die into the sunset. There's no hesitation here.

What happened in Hiroshima a few days ago had me heated for several reasons. One- booking Suzuki-gun includes booking all of Suzuki-gun. Because Suzuki-gun is a steady stable. Their members are brought into the fold personally, you don't apply for a bloody position. Having Michi come out to just slap the mat in the corner does nothing because that's how you book the other stables. Facing a member of Suzuki-gun means facing all of Suzuki-gun. So I did not, for my life, understand why in Fukushima you had the Killer Elite Squad and Uncle Iizuka roll out after hours to push Misu to victory... but in Hiroshima, you booked Michi to do nothing while Kushida broke Desperado's arm and Back to the Future'd him into submission.

And yet, in that same night in Hiroshima, almost the entirety of the faction came out to help Zack.

I am pissed. Y'all could say whatever you want about the faction being a joke because it's just “Misu and the jobbers,” but Michi literally has his own promotion and just put on a supercard show to celebrate his own damn anniversary as a wrestler, Taichi's good because he's tight with both Misu and Michi, Kanemaru is a junior heavyweight legend outside of New Japan, Shelton Benjamin is another legend, KES are a credible threat in the tag division, Takayama is the Emperor, Desperado is an underdog, and Zack is basically the darling of technical wrestling. No one in the faction is an actual jobber, and to presume as such is straight disrespect and I hope y'all have nightmares about Misu chasing you around in a haunted forest with Taichi's microphone cane if you think this kind of disrespect is warranted.

But I digress- Suzuki-gun is an army of men (and women, because Miho and Ayumi Nakamura are very much Suzuki-gun) who live and breathe the creed. They can throw down when appropriate, and back off when they have to. Gedo booked two amazing Suzuki-gun storms during Misu/Elgin and Sabre Jr./Tanahashi.... and yet Gedo refused to book it into Desperado/Kushida. Taichi and Kanemaru, even tho they lost to Funky Future, at least had each other to depend on, but they booked Michi, and independent legend in his own right, to just valet in the corner while Desperado got bodied.

Bruh. Bruh!!!

ALL I'M GONNA SAY IS THIS- Suzuki-gun aint no fuckin joke, and if Gedo don't get his shit the fuck together, I have no problems pretending Sabre Jr. doesn't exist in the faction. Sabre Jr has yet to appropriately storm someone outta no where on behalf of the faction. Maybe Hiroshima wasn't the best time because he was main eventing against one of the best wrestlers of our generation, but I got my eyes on him. Gedo booked almost the whole faction and its leader to come out and support Zack. They just had Michi escort Desperado out after he pretty much got his ass handed to him.

If Zack Sabre Jr. don't storm Kushida, or whoever the fuck Desperado aboutta feud with soon, then he out. He's cancelled- deleted! If he doesn't participate in the next round of group beatdowns, he's not invited to the cookouts anymore! Gedo can't act like we don't see what he's doing with New Japan, with all the international white talent dropping into the ranks while native wrestlers are watching this shit like “hm.” You can't fuck with the head booker, but the head booker better remember that it’s Kazuchika Okada who's the reigning Ace, not Kenneth Omega. He better remember that Kushida already bodied William Ospreay enough times to never have to agree to a match with him ever again, and yet, our boy might have to wrestle him yet again. We see you, Gedo. We know why you're doing it, but don't think, for a second, that viewers and wrestlers alike aint takin notes.

Tl;dr: Zack Sabre Jr is officially on the shitlist. I don't give a fuck if he graduated to official membership in the squad because he got the black-and-white Suzuki-gun gear, you not Suzuki-gun if you aint reppin yer boys in a group beatdown. You not Suzuki-gun if you not comin outta nowhere and smacking a mothafucka with a clipboard and choking him out with a steel chair just to buy your fellow Suzuki-gun mate some time. Zack been coddled enough. It's time to square up, or drop the Suzuki-gun name, cuz what we not aboutta do, is give this boy some merch to rep while he don't do shit for its members who are clearly struggling in the booking department.

Either book Zack the way Suzuki-gun has always been booked, or put him somewhere else. We not here to play games. If there’s a successor in mind for Misu’s position, then Gedo better find someone who’s actually gonna rep the whole band and push it over the moon. Just cuz they’re not invading NOAH anymore doesn’t mean they’re irrelevant. @ Gedo and Zack, we see y’all and we aint boo boo the fool.

[lepakonpaska]

thanks for tagging me @lesbiankiliel​ 💕

1.) How tall are you? : 160 cm

2.) What color is your hair and style?: dark brown, sides and the back of my head shaved and the hair on top is long enough to get in my eyes smh

3.) What color are your eyes?: yellowish brown

4.) Do you wear glasses?: nah

5.) Do you wear braces?: also nah

6.) What‘s your fashion sense?: a mix of nu goth and punk

7.) Full name?: my name’s alina but my surname is super rare (there’s like 20 ppl with it in the whole country) so that’ll stay a secret

8.) Where were you born? kirkkonummi, finland

9.) Where are you from and where do you live now?: i was born in kirkkonummi and now i live in a tiny village in nurmijärvi, finland (not telling which village tho)

10.) What school do you go to?: helsinki upper secondary school of visual arts 

11.) What kind of student are/were you?: i procrastinate so damn much and sometimes i skip classes..... to get tattooeed and/or pierced because the shop is literally like a 10 minute walk away from my school :D otherwise i’m pretty good at school tho    

12.) Do you like school?: it’s more the amazing teachers,my friends and art classes that i like but yeah i guess

13.) Favorite school subjects?: art, history, art history, geography and english

14.) Favorite TV shows?: Ink Master, Tattoos After Dark (just because i like to be shocked by the clients in that show sdsfksjdfs), every documentary about metal/rock ever, idk i just find it hard to concentrate on tv shows :/

15.) Favorite Movies?: Nightmare Before Christmas, Edward Scissorhands, Maleficent, What We Do In the Shadows, Alice in Wonderland (the cartoon) and every Tolkien movie

16.) Favorite Books?: Silmarillion, Lotr, both of the books marko annal has published (aka Värityskirja and Paasto) 

17.) Favorite pastime?: drawing, painting, playing the piano, talking with my friends, reading

18.) Do you have any regrets?: yep!!! lots of them lmao 

19.) Dream Job?: tattoo artist!! i know it won’t be easy to achieve and just getting an apprenticeship is very very difficult but i’m ready to work for this + i genuinely can’t see myself doing anything else

20.) Would you ever like to be married?: sure

21.) Would you like to have kids?: no, the lifestyle i want wouldn’t be a good environment for children to grow up in, but i do love children

22.) How many?: -

23.) Do you like to go shopping?: nah unless it’s in this really amazing goth shop cause the woman working there is literally the sweetest person i know, she makes me feel so good about myself and gives me outfits to try even when we both know i’m not buying them

24.) What countries have you visited?: Estonia, Sweden, UK, Greece, Cyprus, Spain

25.) Scariest nightmare?: i don’t usually remember them because i can force myself to wake up from a nightmare (but if i close my eyes again before like 5 minutes have passed the dream will continue) but they always involve peple chasing me and finding me from every hiding place i go to 

26.) Any enemies?: my ex friends, one turned out to be homo- and transphobic and then there’s this one group who just randomly dropped me :)) 

27.) Do you have a significant other?: no but honestly i need someone with a similar style/music taste as me and finding metalhead wlw is so hard :( 

28.: Do you get along with your family?: yes, me and one of my brothers argue pretty often but that’s because out of the four kids in my family we’re the stubborn half while my sister and another brother are more diplomatic

29.) Do you believe in miracles?: kinda

30.) How are you?: nervous because i have an interview for a summer/evening job tomorrow :D it’s telemarketing which is the last thing i’d ever wanna do but at least it pays okay for a part-time job ajfsdhk ALSO there’s this huge school dance event tomorrow & friday so i’m like  r e a l l y  nervous fjadfkjdaf

i can’t ever remember urls i’m so sorry but if u see this just consider urself tagged 💖

[mittensmorgul]

7.14:  I know it's Dabb so THEMES, but I just want to watch it for the joy of watching it.

SAM VS CLOWNS

DEAN VS A PAYPHONE

SAM: So, we got dick on Dick? DEAN: That's a vivid way of putting it. You find anything on Wonder Woman? SAM: No. And there probably won't be. They are definitely gone. But... I might have found something over in Kansas. DEAN: All right, well, let's do it. But, uh, a few simple rules, okay? No babies. In fact, no baby mamas. No bars. No booze – no hot chicks of any kind. SAM: Wait, wait, wait. Did you just say – DEAN: Hey. You spawn a monster baby, see how quick you want to dive back in the pool.

So apparently Dean’s sworn off women for life. (sorry Lizbob, that’s a good one)

DEAN: Yeah. All right, one of us needs to go talk to the naughty nanny. The other one stay here, shake down the place when the wife leaves – see what we're dealing with. SAM: All right. I'm on the nanny. DEAN: I'm on the nanny. SAM: I thought you said no hot chicks. DEAN: We don't know that she's hot.

Or maybe he hasn’t sworn off women for life. But still, everything about the nanny is completely innocent. She’s not “naughty,” Dean doesn’t flirt with her, and learns more about the little girl than her parents were likely to reveal. Aside from the fact their house number was 667 (just across the street from the Beast apparently?)

SAM: Something wrong? KELLY: My mom will get mad if I talk to you.

And she did get mad, because the girl was telling the police the monster in her closet killed her dad...

Flash forward to Sam’s clown fight, and “If it bleeds, you can kill it,” but they just bleed glitter poofs...

Sam’s practically having a panic attack even THINKING about going to Plucky’s... And Dean recalls Sam’s clown phobia.

DEAN (on phone): Yeah, what in the world did they do to you? All right, you know what? Never mind. Just know that 99.99% of all clowns can't hurt you. Okay? And if it bleeds, you can kill it. SAM: [whispering to himself] "If it bleeds, you can kill it."

At least Dean tried to give him a coping tool >.>

(I agree with Sam tho, the red-eyed evil looking clown at the door? BURN IT)

DEAN: What the hell are these? SAM: Kid therapy. Um, you draw your worst nightmare – poof! – Plucky fixes it. Um, they hang them up on this big wall. DEAN: Well, can't argue with this. Leprechauns are deadly.

But instead of Plucky “fixing” it, Plucky just seemed to make everything FAR TOO REAL. So

SAM: Wait. So now unicorns are evil? DEAN: Yeah. Obviously. SAM: Great. Well, now the question is, how did a unicorn come off a sketch and kill Billy's dad? How's any of this happening?

*man gets eaten by a shark in the ball pit*

The ball washer did it. The what? The ball washer. The what? The ba...

Dean recognizes not only the cause of death, but estimates the size of the shark based on the bite radius. SHARK WEEK. How do you not watch that? Again Dean demonstrating that he learns stuff in unconventional ways and recalls what he learns to be able to apply it in unconventional ways...

DEAN: Seriously. Dractopus. Seabiscuit the impaler. Land shark – what's next?

MORE CLOWN FIGHTS.

Sam and Dean go through the list of creatures that might be causing kids’ drawings to come to life and kill people... Sam gets to play Bad Cop. :P

DEAN: Well, what's my cover? SAM: I don't know. Just hang back. Act normal. DEAN: Yeah, yeah. Guy in his thirties hanging out at Plucky's alone – that's normal. That's not pervy at all.

(it’s like Sam’s using his best Performance Mask, Serious FBI Agent Man, as a self-defense mechanism to survive his fear of clowns or something... and him playing Bad Cop here is adopting the coping mechanism of that performing mask that Dean was trying to teach him about earlier, because we KNOW that this is one of Dean’s go-to survival skills)

Dean rolls a bunch of skee-balls and strikes out, but the second he’s distracted by something else and just rolls it without trying, he gets it in the 100 point hole. He’s just trying too hard...

Then he stops a bully from cheating at the game, and bonds with the kid over it.

DEAN: Hey, why don't you cut her some slack? TYLER: What do you care? DEAN: Because I've been where you are. TYLER: Your mom made you camp at a stupid Plucky's after school? DEAN: Y– no. No, but my dad, he... hauled me places. Besides, she's working a tough gig.

Then they bond even more over the fact the pizza is terrible... :P

Meanwhile, it looks like Sam was using Cas’s idea of Bad Cop from 8.08:

JEAN: Look, I know I'm not perfect, but I'm trying. And, I mean, it's not as if I'd ever do anything illegal. SAM slams a hand on the table and leans over close to JEAN. SAM: Sure you wouldn't.

and with a dude in a lion costume, after telling him to “lose the head:”

SAM: Why'd you do it? YOUNG MAN: Do... what? SAM: I think you know. YOUNG MAN: I... I got rights. You can't – SAM shoves the chair on the other side of the table out of the way and leans over with his hands on the table. SAM: I'm the federal government, pal. I can do whatever I want.

(all I can here is WHY DID YOU KILL YOUR HUSBAND?! In Cas’s voice, and Dean pulling him aside and telling him he was being bad everything.)

AND THERE’S MY FAVORITE GIF:

(thanks Lizbob)

DEAN: Cliff. You're not using kids' nightmares to smoke people, are you, Cliff? CLIFF: I don't...think so.

He’s so stoned he’s not sure, and seems a little bit concerned it could be true >.>

But the stoner dude tells them about dun dun DUUUUN: THE SUB-BASEMENT!

But while Sam had been chasing Cliff, Dean saw something and put the whole case together:

DEAN: I think the bitchy mom plus, uh, sad kid plus place mat with something nuts written on it... equals wacky corpse.

Dean finds the sub-basement:

DEAN: Some pretty heavy hoodoo you got here. I gotta say, as far as I know, none of these things, uh, can poop out a Unicorn. HOWARD:  There's power in fear. And when a child draws what he's afraid of, a little of that mojo ends up on the page. DEAN: So, what, you toss it in the fire, and some bed-wetter's horror show comes to life? HOWARD: I got to get something off the parent, too. Something they own. That bit gets tricky. DEAN: Well, it hasn't seemed to slow you down. HOWARD: I'm just doing what I need to!

(WORST. PHRASE. EVER)

So it was Howard, who’d refused to sell Dean the rainbow slinky he’d wanted. Who’d swallowed all the BS at Plucky’s and was bitter he wasn’t promoted to the management spot. Because NO ONE CARES MORE THAN ME.

(meanwhile Sam is still fighting the clowns RIGHT FRIGGIN’ NOW)

HOWARD: I was screaming... But my folks... They didn't listen. They never listened. DEAN: It was an accident. HOWARD: They let him die!

He blamed himself for his brother’s drowning death when they were kids, but he was only a kid, too... he should never have been made to feel responsible for it. So instead, he blamed his parents for ignoring his cries for help. He blamed THEM for his brother’s death; not because they caused it, but because they failed to prevent it.

(CLOWNS EXPLODE ALL OVER SAM)

YOU LOOK FABULOUS SAM.

DEAN: Ohh. That's... Sam... I'm sorry for... psychologically scarring you. SAM: Which time? DEAN: Shut up. Seriously. You know, me – me ditching you when we were kids, that was a dick move. You know, the whole clown thing– SAM: You know what, man? Honestly... getting my ass kicked by those juggalos tonight was, uh... it was therapeutic. DEAN: You faced your fear. SAM: Exactly. And now what else could a clown possibly ever do to me? I feel good.

And awwww, Sam got Dean his rainbow slinky.

I really hope he still has the slinky.