#eugh I just want to go back to playing like normal

[quitedisastrous]

neopronouns are starting to look mad appealing. i get it now

[angelpuns]

50au part 33

Leo had spent nearly an hour pacing in front of Donnie's door. He was sure the softshell was asleep - which as good. Otherwise he was listening to Leo pace back and forth and mutter to himself about what to do. 

On the one hand, he could talk it out. Which he hated doing. They'd been talking things out so much after the invasion and even though it- it worked, he still hated the way it made him feel. 

Like someone had turned him inside out for everyone to see and it took everything to fix himself again after. There were still things they didn't really work through, because they weren't perfect and Leo certainly wasn't going to push to work through them when everything was awesome and perfectly fine and normal. 

And hey, maybe this could be one of those things. He could just- just ignore it and pretend he didn't snoop through Donnie's files and pretend he wasn't totally worried about the future of his relationship with his family and how they were never going to look at him the same again and- 

Ugh. Okay, maybe he did need to talk it out with them. He didn't want to - pizza supreme he did not want to - but maybe it would get rid of that persistent sick feeling. Like they would eventually leave him behind now that they'd seen him at his worst. 

Brother or not. 

Leo wrung his hands out, squeezing his knuckles and his fingers almost painfully tight. He didn't want to talk about it and he didn't want to know any of the other stuff he did while he wasn't…while he wasn't his best self.

While he wasn't playing his role in their family. He'd always wondered what he was without them. The answer seemed to be that he was scary. 

And violent. And not at all the Leo they wanted him to be. 

Leo finally stopped pacing. He didn't want to think about this anymore, he didn't want to make this decision right now. 

So, he needed a distraction. And he was almost positive he hadn't been to Run of the Mill in a while - considering he probably hadn't even remembered it existed. 

Leo sighed. He just needed a distraction, that was all. He wasn't gonna bother Hue so with his problems or- or ask advice like he usually did. 

He was just going for a distraction. Maybe he'd get lucky and an interesting customer would come in. Or maybe he'd get even luckier and his ‘least favorite waiter’ would come in tonight. 

Leo slipped back to his bedroom as quietly as he could, just hoping his pacing and muttering hadn't woken Donnie. 

Who was he kidding, Donnie slept like a baby when he actually slept. 

Leo grabbed one of his swords and went to cut a portal, but decided at the last minute he should at least look presentable. 

He glanced in the mirror and grimaced. Eugh, yeah, when was the last time he washed this hoodie? Or put on deodorant? 

…or even showered? 

Memory curse be damned, he was gonna look and smell nice. Even if the restaurant was empty, he deserved a little treat. 

For a second all he could think about was how much blood had been on Donnie's face in that video. 

..or maybe he didn't, but he could pretend he deserved a little treat. This was supposed to be a distraction, after all, not a pity party after he'd ( albeit accidentally ) been the shittiest brother alive.

Leo took a quick shower, dressed, and was on his way within 15 minutes. He cut a portal to Run of the Mill and breathed in a deep sigh at the smell of pizza in the air. 

It was always so warm here, the transition from the chilly lair making him grin. 

This was gonna be a good night, whether he actually deserved it or not. 

Leo made his way to his favorite booth, sighing and taking a seat. It wasn't too busy tonight, mostly just regulars chatting and eating. He glanced around, trying to see if he could find- 

“Oh Le- er- uh- I mean-” 

Leo turned at the voice and grinned. 

Yuichi stood, notebook out as if to take his order. Even though the last time Yuichi had taken his order had been ages ago. 

“ Can- Can I take your order, sir-”

“ Hey, cottontail, I missed you~” Leo leaned up and tugged Yuichi down into the booth by his shoulders, and right into a kiss. 

 Which is how Leo had been greeting him for nearly a year now, even though it made his cheeks burn and his stomach flip every single time. 

Except -  instead of leaning into it and giggling and doing that stupidly cute nose twitching thing he did, Yuichi pulled back and stood up defensively. Like- like he was scared or something. 

“Woah, h-hey, Ich, what's wrong?” Leo frowned, chest filling with dread. Was…was Yuichi scared of him, too? Had he been here during the curse? 

It wasn't like Leo had told anyone about Yuichi, so why would he- he hadn’t forgotten his boyfriend too, had he? 

“ Um- it's not - you…you’re not still mad at me?” Yuichi asked, frowning faintly, “ I mean last time I saw you…but Hueso said there was a- a curse or something, but you were really upset and I just wanna makesureyouaren'tstillmadand-”

“ Calm down, mi alma , I'm not mad!” Leo fought to fix his face, his own anxiety simmering dangerously close to the surface, “ I just - there was a curse and-and I guess I…forgot about you, too…” 

He swallowed the lump in his throat and stared down at the table. 

Yuichi was scared of him too. He must have been, he wouldn't be acting like this if he wasn't. 

Leo had come here for a distraction, but the curse just kept coming up in the worst ways. He was a…a monster. He must have been, or his family…his boyfriend, his twin, they wouldn't be acting this way. 

He needed to find out what happened during the curse. He needed to know how to fix it. How to make everything better and show them that..that he wasn't as scary as he had been during the curse. 

“ H-hey, it's okay, don't cry,” Yuichi had a hand on his shoulder, rubbing a circle into it with his thumb. Leo didn't even realize he was crying. 

He sniffed, but didn't look up. Yuichi was scared of him. Donnie was scared of him. He bet Raph and Mikey were, too. 

That's why Mikey kept asking if hugs were okay, why Raph wouldn't even touch him. 

He must've done something terrible to Yuichi, too, for him to act like this. 

Except, Yuichi sat down next him and pulled him in close, like he wasn't a monster waiting to snap or something. 

Which apparently he was, he just hadn't…he hadn't known. Don't get him wrong, Leo knew he could get angry. He'd been so, so angry after the Shredder. And he'd been so angry at CJ after Raph was- 

And he'd been angry for a long time after the invasion, too, but never at his family. Never at Donnie or Mikey or Raph or Dad. So why had he-? 

He buried his face in Yuichi's shoulder and tried to stop crying. To stop being pitiful and sad when he was supposed to be apologizIng. 

“...Ichi…” he murmured, voice muffled by Yuichi's uniform, “ I'm s-so…so..sorry..I didn’t- I wasn't…” 

And what was worse than being a monster? Being a monster that didn't take responsibility for what he'd done. 

“‘m so sorry…mi media naranja, I’m so-so sorry…” he murmured, trying not to squeeze Yuichi too hard. He was probably scaring him now, too. Yuichi was probably going to tell him to fuck off for doing…whatrver he had done. He didn't want to know, really, but he should! he should know! 

He needed to take responsibility, even if he hadn't exactly been himself, because that Leo was him, too. 

Angry and violent and scary. 

Three words he'd never use to describe himself, because that would be admitting too much of the truth. 

It would be too real and he'd never be able to take back the perfectly crafted mask, never be able to pretend everything was fine again. 

Because it wasn't. 

And he was still so, so angry. 

Leo sat there for a while. He buried his face in Yuichi's chest and told himself it was just for a second, because he had to pull himself together. 

He was sure that- that because he scared Yuichi he must have scared Hueso too. So he would need to apologise to him as well. 

He mumbled as much to Yuichi, who just rubbed his shell and said he was fine, that Hueso wasn't upset with him. 

Which was weird, cause Leo must have done something here. 

He pulled away with a sigh and deep sniff. 

He had to do the good thing now and talk about it. Even if Yuichi was scared of him and was definitely never going to talk to him again. 

“...Ich..are you… Wh-what exactly happened when I was here last time?” he asked, though he dreaded the answer. 

“ Did I do something.. Scary?” 

Yuichi stared at him for a moment, nose twitching a little. Then he laughed, giving Leo a little side squeeze, “ Scary? No, no it wasn't- you weren't really scary,” 

Leo must have been making a face, because Yuichi’s grin fell into a much gentler smile. 

“ I promise, you weren't scary at all. I mean- I was a little worried and all, since you were yelling and got mad and all, but I definitely wasn't scared,” He explained, leaning over a bit and nudging his head against Leo's, “ …you want specifics of what happened? Cause I only know about half of it,” 

Leo nodded a little. He felt a little better knowing Yuichi wasn't scared of him, and that he hadn’t done anything like he'd done to Donnie. He already felt sick to his stomach at the thought of genuinely fighting his twin, he didn't need to heap more guilt onto that. 

“ Okay, well…” 

Yuichi explained that Leo had come in looking a little rough, and when he hadn't known who Yuichi was, the rabbit had thought it was some kind of act. Which had led to Leo shouting at both him and Hueso. And then Leo had apologized for shouting and Yuichi kept him company while he ate, though they didn't talk much about anything. 

“ And then your brothers showed up, and the next thing I knew Donnie shot me with a dart and I was taking a nap on the clock,” He shrugged, “ Hueso told me later about the curse and that you got home safe, at the very least. I really don't know what happened after that,” 

Leo sighed in relief. It seemed like he really only had been acting like a Karen, if Yuichi's story was true. 

“...thanks. I know it’s-it's really silly, wanting to know what happened,” Leo sighed, tired now that he wasn't spiraling over potentially hurting his boyfriend. He sunk deeper into the booth and leaned against Yuichi, “ ‘m sorry I asked for your manager. That wasn' nice…”

Yuichi chuckled at that, leaning over and giving him a little peck on his nose. 

“ It’s not silly. I'd be scared if I went a week without knowing what I'd done,” He sighed, giving Leo a little squeeze, “ I don't know. It was kinda giving ‘ he asked for no pickles’, ya know? My big, strong turtle boyfriend fighting the man or whatever,” 

Leo snorted, “ I don't think it counts if you were quote “The Man” in this situation. But I'd fight for you to have no pickles anytime, on my life” 

“ Damn, that's a pretty serious promise. You sure you can keep it?” Yuichi teased, sitting up a little. Leo sat up as well, turning to say something totally witty and cool, but he was cut off by a loud bang!

He and Yuichi turned towards the entrance to see Donnie there, holding some sort of gun ( almost definitely of the lethal variety) with the remains of the wall blown to bits behind him. 

“ WHAT IS IT WITH YOU HAMATOS DESTROYING MY RESTAURANT!?” Hueso appeared from the back almost instantly, pointing at Donnie, “ Donatello, I told you it was fine last time, but this is just-” 

Donnie made eye contact with Leo and cut Hueso off with a shout, hurrying over to the booth. He swung his bo down towards Yuichi, stopping inches from his nose. Threatening him. 

“ Get back! what are you doing to my brother!?” 

“wh- DONNIE!?” 

It was almost comical watching Yuichi pull away from Leo and stand up, hands up in surrender, “ I wasn't doing anything!” 

“ Dee, back off!” Leo grabbed the end of the bo and pushed it away, “ what the hell man? You don't talk to me for a week and suddenly it's ‘ oh! Leo's in danger! I better save him from his boyfriend!’”

He was too angry to really care that he'd just completely outed himself, but it wasn't like it was a secret or anything. 

Leo had just been so worn out from all the discussions about feelings and being open and honest that he kept this little tidbit to himself. Both the whole liking men thing ( which he was pretty sure was obvious anyway) and the Yuichi being his boyfriend thing. 

“ What? Boyfriend?” Donnie turned to glare at Yuichi, then glanced back at Leo, “ since when do you have a boyfriend? And why wasn't I made aware of that development?” 

“ You don't have to know everything about my life, Donnie, we talked about that, remember?” He bit out, trying his best to keep cool and failing quite miserably. 

He couldn't believe this after Donnie not even wanting to be around him for a week. He gets that much, Donnie was scared! Everyone was fucking scared of him! He wouldn't want to hang out with that Leo either! 

But now he was doing this complete turnaround and it was- it was all so ducking confusing! 

So give him some grace for what he was about to do next. 

“ unless something happened that you're not telling me about? Because you and everyone else seem determined to keep the truth from me-” he hissed, unable to keep himself calm. Fuck talking shit out, he was so tired of whatever the hell was going on with his family. Even if they were scared of him, Leo wanted to know what happened. What he did. He was so sick of being so confused all the time,  “ I mean- shouldn't you tell your twin that he tried to fucking kill you? I think that would be kind of important information, Donnie!” 

Donnie had the decency to at least look guilty. Even though something in Leo's chest ached when he saw it- especially knowing he was doing the complete opposite of being ‘ not scary’. 

Hah, he was fulfilling the prophecy his cursed self had set out for him. To be angry and scary and too-too fucked up for his family to be around him. 

He sighed shakily, the anger bleeding out in the face of Donnie's silence. He was exactly that, wasn't he? Too fucked up and scary and angry for his family to love him. 

“ Can you just…just tell me everything that I did during the curse?” He muttered, too wore out to yell anymore, “ ….I just want…i want to know how bad I really was, so please, just…just tell me…” 

Donnie stared at him for a moment longer. Yuichi had run off at some point. 

Leo wondered if he'd lied about what Leo had been like during the curse. Lied about being scared of him. He was never good at really lying, but….if he was scared Of Leo… 

After some silence, Donnie finally sat down in the booth across from him, hands folded in front of him. He still looked scared, the expression on his twin's face making Hus stomach sour. 

“ Okay. You want to know…everything that happened..” Donnie murmured, pressing a button on his wrist tech and opening some sort of document, “ I don’t want to lie to you, Leo. It was never- none of us were trying to keep it from you, just-” 

He sighed, “ you're not going to like it...any of it.”

“ I don't care,” He sighed, “ I don't care. Just..just tell me, please”

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Okay here's the absolute bonkers leosagi chapter that doesn't?? idk i don't like it v much, it's totally unecessary :/ But one day when i write the real fic maybe I will be able to integrate it more. Also it was goofy and then gets serious again LMAO

enjoy. or not.

Part 1 | Part 32 | Part 34/the end

[forlorn-crows]

quick little thing to write: mounty begging rainy to pleaseplease open his legs and let him see his cunt we wants to kiss so bad

two days of ghoul cunt in a row eat up fuckers

what is quick to us will certainly not be quick with rain in charge . . . transmasc rainy as always, you know the drill

Mountain could watch for hours how rivulets of water flow over Rain’s naked form; clear veins of his element clinging to his skin in entrancing lighting-shaped patterns that draw his eyes all the way down to his toes. He watches as the pathways along his back fork and morph as his mate washes his hair. They zigzag along the ridge of fins on either side of his spine and cut across his ribs, just to meet again at the little divots in his lower back and snake down to the backs of his thighs. Mountain can’t help but reach out and divert the flow, running his palms along his torso with a happy rumble. 

“All you ever do is ogle me,” Rain complains with a false pout. “Can’t ever be bothered to use those hands to scrub instead of grope, hm?”

“I like your grime; why would I ever wash it off?” Mountain counters with a nip to his soapy ear. “I’d let you be my slimy fishy forever,” he whispers against the shell of it, using his proximity to wrap his arms around his waist and pull him against his chest with a self-satisfied trill. 

“Eugh. You’re a nasty beastie.” Rain swats at him with the end of his tail, fins slapping wetly against Mountain’s calf. 

“Your nasty beastie.” He hooks his chin over the water ghoul’s shoulder, face straight into the shower spray. It’s pleasantly warm, warmer than Rain usually likes, for Mountain’s sake. He hums at the shampoo-scented steam swirling around their faces, some beachy coconut variety that Rain nicked from one of their tour hotels—rare that he even likes any of the scents, let alone approves of the quality enough to use and take home. “Mm, you smell good.”

“I better,” Rain says airily. But he turns to give the earth ghoul a kiss anyway. It’s a small peck that turns into a lingering kiss, and that, paired with Mountain’s morning wood, turns into a full makeout session, all hopes of using the shower for its intended purpose gone down the drain with the last of Rain’s shampoo. 

“You’re too easy, my love,” the water ghoul teases against his lips. 

Mountain presses fully against his back, the hands on his waist drifting up towards his tits. He gently palms them both and ruts into the cleft of his ass, rumbling deep in his chest when Rain sighs prettily into his mouth. The earth ghoul licks in then, twirling his tongue around sharp double fangs. 

“How can I not be, sharing a shower with a beautiful siren like you?”

Rain smiles and reaches back to grab at Mountain’s outer thighs. Pulling his hips more purposefully against him as he arches into all of his touch. “Mm, keep saying nice things,” he says with a hint of mischief. 

“So gorgeous,” Mountain mumbles, grazing his lips against his sharp jaw. He sucks at the spot below his ear and earns a pleased huff from the water ghoul. He keeps going, dragging his mouth over fluttering gill fins and the soft skin of his neck. “Taste so good, tadpole.” 

Rain nuzzles against him. “You tell me often.”

“And I’ll keep telling you,” Mountain answers. He kneads harder at Rain’s tits as he moves to kiss over his shoulders, his spine. “You’re so soft. Like silk.” The words make him bite back a groan. Mountain echoes the sound with one of his own. Cock kicking against the back of Rain’s thigh as he sinks further down. “Fuck, you always make the prettiest noises. Will you make more for me?” 

Mountain’s hands drag down the front of Rain’s torso, coming to rest on his lower belly. Fingers playing with his damp happy trail, up and down. He’s soft there too, normally fluffy hair smoothed down by the water and coated in conditioning body wash. Could spend hours just there, too, playing with it. But Mountain shifts his attention and plants a kiss right above the base of his tail, and Rain breathes a cross between a laugh and a moan. Mountain can feel his stomach spasm under his hands. 

“Yeah,” he says softly, lifting his tail and swaying his hips. Making sure Mountain gets more than a delicious eyefull. “How ‘bout you make me?” Rain turns and looks down at him with a smirk and still-tired eyes. The smell of his arousal hits him like a brick, amplified in the humid air. Mountain shudders and lets his face fall forward into the small of Rain’s back, nose pressing flat into one of the dimples just above his ass. Snuffling like a dog to take in as much of his smell as possible. 

“Fuck,” he sighs. “Fuck, Rain.” Mountain’s mouth waters with the need to taste that arousal, cock bobbing to full hardness against his stomach. “Belial, I need you.”

Rain hums. “”M right here.”

“Let me see,” he pleads, hands sliding down the front of his thighs. “Please, need to kiss it, let me—”

“Yeah? You want it bad?”

Mountain whines, pathetic in his need for Rain’s cunt. “Please, darling, please don’t tease.” He brings his hands around to that perky round ass, grabbing both of his cheeks and spreading just so he can see a little more. The sight of his pink hole above perfectly dusky lips almost does him in right there. 

“Go on, put your mouth on it,” the water ghoul groans, leaning forward onto the shower tiles and spreading his legs. “Show me how much you want it.”

Rain’s lips spread apart as if in slow motion, obscene and sinful and wet as they separate in front of Mountain’s face, and the earth ghoul forgets how to breathe for a good five seconds. The stream of the shower morphs again and diverts a line right down to Rain’s dick. Mountain catches himself drooling as the water trickles off the little head, reminding him of soaked laps and wet sheets and endless orgasms squeezed out on his cock, and it’s so violent an image that he has to grab at himself to keep from shooting over Rain’s ankles. 

“Fuck, how’re you this perfect,” he growls. Without further hesitation, Mountain flips himself to sit between his legs, hands on either side of Rain’s feet, and nose pressed firmly into his mound. He darts his tongue out to lap at his clit, groaning as he coaxes it to full hardness in his mouth. The musky, salty taste of him grows stronger the longer he suckles at the tip, and Mountain could jerk off to just the sight of Rain above him, looking over his tits with heavy eyes and plush bottom lip sucked into his mouth. 

“That’s it,” the water ghoul breathes. “Shit, you kiss it so good.” He keens at a particularly hard suck, and both of their eyes roll.

“Pretty,” Mountain mumbles against his folds. Dipping a little lower so he can really taste them. 

“That fucking nose, sunflower,” Rain gasps. He drops a hand down to his horns, gripping the base of it so he can grind from tip to bridge. “Feels so good.”

A jolt of pleasure runs down his spine, and it rips an embarrassing, garbled noise straight from his gut. “Satanas, Rainy, use me,” he blurts out. 

Rain huffs a laugh. “You’d suffocate if I used you how I really wanted.”

A glob of pre fit to rival a water ghoul squirts from the tip of his dick, and he stutters into his entrance: “I’d—fuck, I’d let you.” 

“Hh-oh,” Rain gasps. “Sit on you ‘til your eyes cross.” He grinds again, smiling lazily. “So cute when you do that. Drunk on me like a dog with a good bone, huh?”

Mountain groans long and deep, gripping Rain’s thigh like a vice. Eyes threatening to cross just as mentioned. 

Rain shakes his head, hips bucking. “Are you gonna wring one out of me in here, or are you gonna let me ride your face on the bed like a good boy?”

“‘M your good boy,” he parrots back, eyebrows turning up in the middle. 

Rain twists the water to OFF and reluctantly steps away from Mountain’s mouth. “Then you better get out of this shower in the next minute, or I’m taking you right here on the tile.”

[mammons-hubby]

Hiiii :3 can I request platonic headcanons of the brothers with MC who is a child/preteen? You pick which age you're more confident writing, but like in this 8-12 yrs range if possible, thank youuu🩷

I wasn't sure if to make the Mc be cursed or the Mc being chosen for the program while still being a child. I chose the later, hope you enjoy!

The little Mc! :

When the one stepping out of the portal was a 10 year old, he almost passed out.

Lucifer

This wasn't in the papers, at ALL. There is just no way this could've possibly happen, maybe a child stepped into the portal by accident?

But no, once the kid was questioned it was obvious they were the exchange student they were expecting.

Internal panic.

This kid can't go to the basically highschool for demons, and there are no schools in the Devildom.

He has a really stern talk with the brothers so they behave in front of them.

Depending on your behavior he may start to get more grey hairs or take a big liking to you.

In the end he ends up really attached to you.

Pampers you, and denies he does it.

"What?! I gotta take care of a kid?!"

Mammon

New babysitter for Mc. He at first dislikes it a ton, but he has a soft spot for kids so he doesn't take it on you, but you notice he is kinda mad.

Very overprotective. Not at first but with just a couple of days he really starts to like you and can't leave your side.

Will bother you to get a reaction, if you start crying he may even give you some Grimm.

Teaches you how to gamble and gets strung to the ceiling.

Gives you piggybacks.

He may involve you in money schemes at first but never putting you in any actual real harm.

Great. A little kid with sticky fingers.

Leviathan

He doesn't want you anywhere near his room at first, afraid that you will break his precious figurines or destroy his Manga collection.

He still forces you to watch Anime, but in the living room with him. Once you get a liking to it he even dresses you up as his favorite characters.

Once he realizes you won't purposefully break anything of his, he invites you to his room.

You are mesmerized by the pretty lights, the bathtub and the giant aquarium, you say hi to Henry and he melts.

He sees you looking everywhere with awe, and he feels very proud of himself.

From then, you start to play games in his room and carefully read his Mangas.

Lets you play with his tail in his demon form. He finds it kinda funny but gets grossed out when you put it in your mouth and cover it up with saliva. Eugh.

He is kind of curious about you and how you ended up in the Devildom, for Lucifer to make such an oversight is clearly extremely bizarre, almost imposible.

Satan

You kinda look at him with your big baby eyes and he looks back at you, until one of you stops staring and go back to their normal routine.

He is chosen by Lucifer to be your personal teacher. He complains but knows he has to do it.

He will try and teach you things to bother Lucifer, succeeding in some and failing in others.

But he also takes a lot of effort to learn about human culture and teach you the right things and needed things for your mental development.

Will read for you to fall asleep. Devildom fairy stories and others, you seem to like grim stuff too but he reads this stuff to you very rarely. Doesn't want you to be negatively affected.

Buys you a cat onesie and takes lots of pics. Super adorable.

He finds you extremely adorable and amusing, like a little pet.

Asmodeous

He will dress you up in the prettiests of clothings, with the most expensive perfume and hair decorations.

You seem upset and he doesn't understand at first. You explain you don't like being treated like a doll for his amusement.

He thought he was doing everything right?

He thinks about it hard and realizes that maybe being treated like a thing rather than a person must've hurt you.

He apologizes to you and offers to take you to eat something yummy.

He tries and know more about your likes and dislikes. About the shows you like, your favorite colors, the type of clothing you like.

He takes you to buy some pretty clothes of your choosing, and even gets you a cute haircut.

You feel better when you can also express yourself. But from time to time you let him dress you as he wishes, you even match clothings sometime.

Okay so at first a bit dangerous to be near him, considering he sees you as small and chubby and feels the urge to put you in his mouth.

Beelzebub

Once he controls the urges, he is very sweet and caring.

Kinda blunt when he talks, but not clueless. He is not dumb so he knows that he shouldn't say certain things, but considering he is quite honest he lets slip some stuff, but inmediatly notices and fixes it.

Will share his food with you and sit you on his lap while you eat, sorry if you get slobber on your head.

Will make sure you get proper exercise so you grow strong.

Will also take you on piggyback rides wherever you'd like.

Considering he has a younger brother, he grows attached to you very quickly and would give his life for you, and take others.

Belphegor

It depends. If this is an universe where Belphegor doesn't have a vendetta against humans, he may not care too much at first, but then begins to like you.

He would take naps with you, and help you draw and color stuff.

He is the youngest brother, so he may teach you how to get away with being a brat, much to Lucifer's dismay.

Now. If it's the og timeline Belphie?

Things are difficult. He will still try and trick you into doing the pacts with his brothers. And you're a child, so you'd probably believe him.

He does feel more guilty about wanting to kill you, but in the end commits regardless.

It's up to you to forgive him or not. He did kill a child after all.

The brothers are all shocked at him, and disgusted.

It takes a while before things settle down after discovering you're Lilith's descendant.

They're very wary of leaving you with him in a room, in case he tries to hurt you.

But Belphegor feels extremely guilty. It eats him alive, he can't believe that his rage for humanity would make him kill a literal kid.

He tries to make it up to you by being present in your life. Helping you get ready on your day to day life. Taking you places you need to go, pampering you.

It's still up to you if you'll ever forgive him. Perhaps you do, but you'll never forget it.

You can still have a nice relationship with him though, it's not the end of the world. And your life is just beginning.

[bobbin-buckley]

That Girl Is Mine

Tara Carpenter x Saxophoneplayer!Fem!Reader

Summary: You play saxophone with a band called “Sweaters In Fall”, you and another girl plus three other guys are in it. You’re girlfriend Tara comes to see your biggest concert at the Radio City Music Hall (NYC), after the concert things do seem to work with you in the band

Warnings: Fluff, Cat-Calling, Little bit of blood, Pervert, sexual mentions, lots of cursing, some punching

Y/F/B: Your Favorite Band

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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It’s the night before you and your bands performance at the Radio Music Hall.

You were very nervous, it was unusual for you to be this nervous. It wasn’t because of the people but it was because your girlfriend was coming to watch with her friends and her older sister Sam.

Not that you were scared of Tara being there, you were excited that the dark brunette and her friends were coming, it was just Sam.

Sam never really liked you, she had her suspicions. You respected that since after what they’ve gone through was tragic. This special night wasn’t just about winning an award to you but it meant to prove yourself worthy for Tara, you wanted Sam to see your talent and maybe she’ll like you. Maybe….

“Yo Y/n! What’s got ya all worked up?” Your bandmate Damien asked, he was a nice guy, he was a tall lengthy black man about in his middle twenties. “You’re not all pumped up like you normally are during rehearsal.”

“Just nervous I guess…” “Nonsense! You’re never nervous!” Kayleen hyped. Kayleen was your best friend, you guys were pretty close she was the reason why you joined the band. Damien and the other two guys were a little eh about another Saxophone player joining, but the raven hair just glared at them and had you join. You were the high voice of the group, the great Alto Sax player.

“Yeah, Y/N/N, you seem so low right now and you’re the loudest person normally.” Pip spoke, Pip was your 3rd favorite of the group. He was pretty quiet the majority of the time but he indeed was a fantastic Trumpet player. ‘Pip the Pipet’ Damien gave him the nickname, Pip hated it but he’s adjusted to it now since it sticks with him.

You all had nicknames, yours was Sexy Sax (boy you hate it but at this point you don’t care, Tara teases you about it), Kayleen’s was Sax Positive, every time you hear that nickname you can’t help but laugh a little. Damien’s is Damn Keyboard (idk) as he played keyboard in the band. Last but not least Dan…

you hated Dan oh boy, if you were to go ghostface he’d be the reason.

Dan was a creep in your opinion. Nobody else agreed though, he was just very…odd. He was an older man, I’d say in his early 40’s, he does have a lot of experience in jazz and band in general but he seemed off…every time after your solo in one of the songs you’d catch him looking at you with heart eyes, you’d catch him doing it to Kayleen as well. Eugh…you hate him

“Yeah baby stop being so low, your supposed have a high pitched voice in the band. If you know what I mean.” Dan said…flirted?

You wanted to throw up after he said that. Fuck he gives you the jeepers creepers.

“I’m fine guys I swear. It’s just my girlfriend is coming to watch tomorrow and her sister..isn’t quite found of me..” you rambled.

“Sorry to hear that champ. But everything will go great! Just…focus on yourself and not the crowed.” Damien explained, you have him a nod.

“Well, it’s getting late guys we should head home for the night,” everybody nodded in agreement with Pip.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a quick walk home, you hadn’t lived far from Damien’s house. Which is where you guys rehearsed most days unless the Blackmore’s band director lets you in.

Moonlight On the River by Mac DeMarco was playing in your ears, your saxophone in case swaying in your left hand as you trotted in the perfect white snow on New York’s streets to your way home.

You swore someone was following you, feeling eyes staring at the back of your head. You stopped in your tracks turning around to see no one.

Maybe it’s an animal or my imagination?

You thought

As paranoid as you used to be it’s been higher ever since you heard about the ghostface attacks. Tara always pushed you away when you met, you weren’t sure why until you discovered she was The younger sister of Sam Carpenter.

Eventually you told her you don’t care about some psycho idiot under a ghost mask with a knife.

It wasn’t long after you confessed that you really liked her and started the first date. It’s been a few months since you guys started dating, you both were happy.

You told Tara you’d always be there for her if she wanted to talk about everything or anything else that’s keeping her down. She appreciates you for that, but also doesn’t want to burden you because she knows you have your own issues.

Opening your apartment door, stepping in and feeling the nice warmth greeting you. You flicked on the lights with your free hand after slipping off your shoes and walked to your bedroom.

You sat down your saxophone in the corner of your room as well as your backpack, coat. Walking over to your bed taking the snow covered sweater and sweatpants you were wearing off. (I’m more masc btw so masculine wear)

Putting on a white-T with a sweatshirt over that has Y/F/B on it and throwing on a black pair of sleep pants. That’s when your phone started buzzing in your bag.

You grabbed your bag again and opened it to grab your phone, seeing that your one and only was calling you.

With a smile you pressed the green button without hesitation and pulled the phone to your ear.

“Hey Baby!”

You blushed at her voice and nickname

“Hey Tar, how was your day?”

“Not bad, just- some arguing with Sam. You know, the usual.”

“Sorry to hear that, what was it about? If you done mind me asking.”

“It’s fine love, it was just about me walking alone to school. She needs to grow up sometimes, I mean I do appreciate her safety, it’s just a pain up my ass all the time.”

You understood Tara’s annoyance, your mom was the same. She’d harp on you about being safe even if your taking out the trash, (though you don’t live with her no more)

Sam was always protective, ever since the first Ghostface incident. Sam has prevented Tara from having outside friends (definitely after Quinn and Ethan).

That’s why Sam dislikes you, she’s scared you’ll be the next ghostface. But Tara wants Sam to understand that she’ll fall in love at some point, and she already has. It’s you

You’re the lucky girl

“Yeah I know hun, hey tell you what. Tomorrow night I’ll prove Sam with my magical music talent that I’m worthy!”

Tara chuckled, “sure baby, you are quiet talented my musical girl. I’m excited for tomorrow, by the way, how was practice?”

“Good, Kayleen and the boys are hyped. I think we’re all ready, I’m just a bit nervous…” you said, biting your nails.

“Why nervous Y/N/N? You’re never nervous.”

“That’s what the band said..haha.” You paused with a fake laugh. “I guess it’s me trying to prove how good I am to Sam, and how important you are to me.”

“Honey, even if Sam didn’t care about tomorrow then screw her, cause you shouldn’t care about what Sam thinks. It’s Sam! But I know Sam will get your trust eventually she just has a hard time opening up,” you sigh, “plus I think she’ll love it. Sam really likes music if you didn’t know.”

“I didn’t know actually, but thanks Tar.”

“No problem baby, I gotta go Sam needs my help with dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow night! Love ya!”

Your heart skipped a beat, “love you too, see ya!”

You smiled widely after Tara hung up. You were going to prove your worthy for Tara to Sam.

Sam doesn’t realize how much you love that little feisty girl

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It’s currently 7:30

Your show starts in thirty minutes

Sitting on an old chair in the back room as Kayleen does a few more touches with your make-up

You weren’t a big fan of wearing make-up, but Kayleen insisted on you wearing some especially for tonight. It wasn’t crazy make-up, just some highlights and eyeliner, nothing punk looking but more casual.

“Cmon Y/N/N you’re our sexy sax you gotta look sexy,” you rolled your eyes. “Even Pip gets a little bit of a make-over!”

“Uh-what?” Pip quipped.

“…Annnnd done!” Kayleen exclaimed, “it’s your turn Pip!”

Pip groaned but gave in

“A-are we all getting make-up?” Damien asked.

“No, Pip just doesn’t get the option because he’s one of our big soloists! But if you want make-up I’d be happy to-”

“Absolutely not,” both Damien and Dan said. The raven shrugged and went back to work

“So Y/N/N? How are you feeling?” Damien asked, as he sat next to you.

“Better, I talked to my girlfriend last night and told about my nerves but she said I’ll be okay and other things.” “Awe, she must be a real sweet one.” You blushed as his comment, Tara was a sweet one even if she’s a little feisty at times.

“We have about ten minutes left.” Dan looked at his watch.

“Shit!!” Kayleen squealed.

You laughed at her antics when she jumped to grab more blush

“We’ve got time girl.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tara shifted in her seat as she looked around the interior of the Music Hall.

She’s never been inside the music building, she’s only passed in on walks, in a taxi or on the bus.

It was quite beautiful, the lights were pretty, the room was nice and warm and it was just gorgeous in general, it was a very open dome with a lot of people.

Sam didn’t want to spend a lot of money so they chose the middle seats on the balcony. Tara wouldn’t really be able to see you but the tv’s they had were enough to see your gorgeous face.

“God I’m so excited! Thanks again Sam!” Chad smiled bright. Mindy thanked her too.

“Of course,” Sam smiled. “Thanks Sam, seriously, you don’t know how much this means to me and especially Y/N/N.”

The older Carpenter smiled at her little sister.

“Up next we have our Jazz Band “Sweaters In Fall!!!”

When Tara heard your band name she perked up and watched ahead of her as she cheered with the crowed.

You and band walked up stage with your instruments, the keyboard and drums already set for Damien and Dan.

“Let’s meet our lovely band! Up first is Pip the Pippet! Our Trumpeter!” Pip smiled shyly.

“Second we have Sax Positive Kayleen!”

Mindy shook her head, “reminds me of Quinn sadly.” Tara chuckled a bit.

“Third we have Damien that Damn Keyboard!” Everybody laughed and cheered.

“Fourth we have Drummer Dan!”

“He looks like he’s sixty!!” Chad yelled. Tara didn’t like Dan, the stuff you’ve told Tara about him make her sick in the stomach but that feeling faded away once the guy announcing announced your name.

“Last but not Least! Y/N/N the Sexy Sax player!!” (Sorry not sorry)

Tara blushed when you waved a bit to the the crowed. Knowing you were looking for her.

“Let’s get this party started!”

~~~~~~~~~(sorry if it’s cheesy 😭)

You were at the last song of your album. The next song was more of something you wrote yourself. (Not actually 😭 cause that’d be copyright)

Tara cheered with the crowed once the song was finished. You eagerly searched for her in the crowed then spotted her a bit later.

You blew a kiss at her as she did it back.

“Cmon Y/n! We gotta go!” Pip called.

You nodded, taking one last glance in Tara’s direction before following your friends.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“That’s it! That was it my guys!” Damien screamed in victory.

“Eh it was alright-” “What do you mean it was alright Kay? That was our best yet!!” Pip cut off Kayleen.

You smiled bright once you entered the backroom. This was definitely the best performance you’ve had in awhile, and you were proud of that.

It didn’t matter to you if you won something but- it mattered that you did it. All you cared about was Sam liking you.

The band continued to talk about the performance whilst you put up your saxophone.

“Y/n!” You looked up at her voice.

Tara jumped into your arms with a big smile, Sam and her friends no too far behind.

“Hey babe! How’s you guys get in?” You looked over Tara’s shoulder, making sure no guards were about to run in saying they broke in.

“They let us in, I told them I was with you.”

“Now who’s this pretty lady?” Dan asked, he made your stomach curl and in a disgusted way.

“I’m Tara,” she said a little grossed out herself.

“Hey! Y/n, you can officially meet Sam now!” Tara turned to her older sister, motioning Sam to approach.

Sam looked at you with those ‘I don’t trust you eyes’. Sam scared you a bit, but being up close..Jesus you were more scared.

“Nice to meet you Y/n,” your eyes widened. Sam, Sam Carpenter being nice to you? She held out her hand waiting for you to shake it. “I-uh hi- S-Sam.”

Sam pulled her hand away and chuckled, “you don’t need to be afraid of me. Sorry for scaring you a bit, I’m a bit worried meeting new people. As Tara probably already told you.”

You nodded with a small smile. Tara was ecstatic with your first impressions on each other.

“Yo Y/n! You gonna introduce them?” Damien spoke.

“Oh uh- yeah! This is my girlfriend Tara her sister and friends. Guys this is Damien, Kayleen, Pip and-..Dan.” You pointed to the each of them.

There were some waves and hi’s

“Y/n, you didn’t tell me your girlfriend was hella hot.” Dan walked close.

“Excuse me?” Both you, Tara and Sam said.

“You heard me.”

You looked at Dan with hatred. “Back the fuck up.”

“Woah, no need to get all frisky babe.”

“Don’t fucking call her that!” Tara yelled.

You put a hand out in front of Tara, keeping her back.

“Damn, she’s loud too.”

“Shut the fuck up you perverted mother fucker!” You shoved Dan back, but it wasn’t long before he struck your nose with his fist.

You stumbled back, wincing and clutching your nose as it bled. “Y/n..”

“Oh come on Y/n, your worse than your are at pleasing her.”

That’s when Sam lost it as well. Sam punched Dan, you pushing Sam back to finish the job.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and slamming him against the wall. “I swear to fucking god! If you ever say any of those things ever again I’ll break your skull!!!”

“Hmp, I’d like to see you try.”

Damien and Sam both grabbed your arm before you got the chance to swing another punch at him.

“Let me go!!”

“Dan, get the fuck away! Go! You’re out of this fucking band!!” Damien screamed.

“Whatever, I didn’t want to be here anyways, I just wanted to see some ladies.” Dan chuckled.

You snarled. “Get him away from me.”

Damien and Pip nodded before getting Dan out of the room.

“Y/n-” “Let’s just go home.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“How’s it feeling?”

You and Tara were in her bedroom. After tonight’s event, your hand was swollen and bleeding. Sam checked it and no brokenness to it, just some bruises and scratches, plus it’ll sting.

“Like shit.” You huffed, laying back on her bed. Tara already patched you up, it hurt like a bitch too.

“I’m sorry,” “no. I’m sorry, I should’ve just kicked him off the band way before!” You threw your hands up.

“Baby, it’s not your fault. It isn’t your fault he’s some fucked up pervert, but thank you for defending me.” Tara brushed her fingers through your sweaty hair.

“Anytime..” you smile. Tara leaned down to kiss you on the lips, placing her scarred hand on your unharmed cheek.

“I love you.” “Love you too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

This is fuckin cheesy.

Sorry for not uploading this faster than I planned. Weird shit has happened this past week

I need ideas cause my brain hurts and I can’t think of anything rn

[hijackalx]

KARLACH SFW HEADCANONS: 

 shes literally the least toxic out of everybody 😹😹 SHES JUST SO SWEET !!!! she loves to take care of tav, like after battles she'll have them sit on her lap while she dresses their wounds HELP !!! and the whole time she'll tease them with sneaky touches. she also likes to pick up tav, like spinning them around or throwing them over her shoulder is funny to her.

shes got a really innocent and childlike quality to her especially when shes in love like her and tav banter so often but its always lighthearted and sweet. and theyll play games with each other while traveling like who can throw the rock the farthest or some shit 😹😭 karlach would win normally but she likes to hold back so tav can win.

i also think shes pretty sensitive lowkey and its easy to upset her. she doesnt get mad though she just gets in her feelings and gets sad and distant. might need reassurance from tav sometimes when it comes to how much they love her.

love language:

giving = psychical touch and gift giving.

after not being able to touch people for soooo long of course her love language is touch. she literally cant get enough of tav, she almost always has a part of her touching them. i feel like she likes to wrap her tail around their leg when theyre talking lol like a cat. i can also see her being really excited to give tav items shes found or bought. all because they reminded her of them 🥰 her and tav should start a rock collection she'd love finding pretty rocks for them im crying can u imagine the party walking through the mountain pass and karlach keeps stopping to excitedly point out a rock to tav 😭😭

receiving = obv psychical touch but also acts of service? i feel like she doesnt ever EXPECT anything from anyone so when tav does go out of their way to do things for her it almost makes her cry lol.

shes also def as big and buff as she looks. like 6'4 pure muscle baby. she is a sight to behold. also feel like shes got bangin thighs and some booty too 🤭 she loves to sit tav on her thighs and do some nsfw things with them too lol

KARLACH NSFW HEADCANONS:

 okay so karlach i feel is very switchy. like she really enjoys being dominant and on top but she'll also be submissive and bottom too. she really just likes to do what tav wants. that being said i feel like shes rlly a giver like she just wants to see tav get off and it turns her on so much.

ok this might be kind of obvious but she will want tav to call her mommy LMAO like she loves it and she also loves when tav calls her that outside of sex its just so saucy eugh 😜

sooo into thigh riding like will sit tav on her thigh and bounce them or press her thigh/knee betwen tav's legs so they can grind against her like its her favorite OK

cannot get off if tav hasnt yet so how long she lasts usually depends on them. its that serious

okay. listen. i feel like karlach is more on the vanilla side AND I KNOW RHATS NOT WHAT YALL WANNA HEAR BUT YOU WILL HEAR IT ANYWAY !!!!!! like besides the mommy thing she just doesnt have that many kinks BUT she will participate in whatever kinks tav has so 🤷🏼

likes to wear a strap. a big ass gargantuan one too #prayfortavshole i also think shes prolly a lil dry normally cuz of her condition and all that...... but thats ok baby thats why we have lube 😘 (also LOVES when tav uses their spit as lube)

aftercare is very important to karlach cuz she likes to take care of tav already like i said before. like she'll clean them up and maybe suggest giving them a bath after 🥺 and she'll tell them how much she enjoyed it and all that

[turtle-steverogers]

no but Steve checking out during a mission and no one realizing because it's normal by now. Sometimes Steve goes quiet on the comms and they've gone on enough missions to know he's not chatty. No one questing why Steve skipped on clean up because, well, he's Cap, he is usually the one ordering it, so he must have had a good reason. No big deal.

Then a newly cleared Bucky suits up with the Avengers for the first time, expecting it to go relatively smoothly since they've been doing this for over 3 years now.

Fuck was he wrong.

No bc exactly, and Bucky already knows what's happening, because it happened sometimes during the war, too. The way Steve would check out-- go distant, eyes glazing over, unmoving, unseeing, unhearing. Like everything overloaded at once, and he just... went away. He'd always done that. Gone away in his head when things got too loud, either literally, or somewhere inside of him. But during the war, it got worse, and now? Oh god.

It's Bucky's first mission back, and of course it's something fucking ridiculous. Giant mechanical cows, because some idiot wanted a farm themed apocalypse, and really, the universe has got to be playing a joke on Bucky by now, because he's getting really fucking sick of this shit. He's ruminating on that as he slices another mechanical cow's head off to a rather horrible sounding moo, and it's only afterwards that he realizes he hasn't heard Steve say anything for a while.

"Anyone heard anything from Cap lately?" he asks into his comms, walking briskly around the... wiry cow carcass. Eugh.

"Nah, not in a minute. Last I saw him, he was heading south towards that library to stop the cows from getting civilians in there," Clint says. The sound of an arrow being fired thwips through the comm.

Bucky frowns. Steve's usually pretty vocal on missions-- doling out directions and strategy.

"No? Anyone seen him?" he asks, watching as a couple more cows explode in the distant via Tony's reactors.

"No, why?" Comes Natasha's voice. "You need him? He doesn't normally talk during missions."

And shit, what? Bucky knew that the others had missed a thing or twenty about Steve, but this was unacceptable. This was dangerous.

"Yes, he does," he snaps, already starting to jog toward the main street and over towards the library. "Shit."

"What? What's happening?" Tony asks, sounding out of breath.

"Steve-- fuck. This isn't-- if he's quiet, it ain't good," Bucky says, trying to keep his temper in check, because being angry when he gets to Steve is far from a good idea. "You guys coulda stood to pay more fucking attention."

Natasha says something else over the comm, but Bucky isn't listening anymore as he finally spots Steve, staring blankly down at a cow carcass. His eyes look distant, his hair is bloody. He's swaying a little, clearly a little off balance. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Bucky jogs over, slowing when he gets close and stopping about a foot away. He'd learned very early on that touching Steve when he's dissociating usually ends in a black eye and a very panicked Steve. Well. More panicked than he already will be when Bucky manages to bring him back to earth.

"Steve?" He keeps his voice even, but firm. "Steve, it's Bucky, pal, you're okay. Can you hear me?"

Steve looks up, eyebrows furrowing. Bucky inches closer.

"Steve, do you know where you are right now?"

Steve looks around, eyebrows still pinched. He nods, slowly, like he's moving through syrup, then he shakes his head, looking down at his hands, moving his fingers before pinching the bridge of his nose. Fuck. He's really out of it.

"That's okay, pal," Bucky says, moving close enough to touch if Steve needs it. "That's okay, just focus for a moment. My voice, the wind. Can you hear the wind?"

Steve doesn't look up, but eventually, he nods.

"Good, that's good. Wind, my voice... what else?"

"Um." Good. He's talking. That's good. "Cows-- fuck."

Bucky sees the moment Steve comes back to himself-- or at least, back to the moment. He kneels down when Steve slumps to the ground, teeth chattering. He's staring at his hands again. Yep. Nope. No more mission for him.

"I'ma need a med evac at the library. Stat," he says into his comm, before switching himself to mute. He hears Sam give an affirmative, then firmly tunes them out. "Steve, look at me."

Steve does. Well. He looks at Bucky's chin, which is close enough. Steve never did like looking at him in the eyes. That, at least, was normal.

"Can you take my hands?"

Bucky reaches out and Steve tentatively takes them. Bucky smiles at him and starts to squeeze. Steve always liked the squeezes.

"Feel that?" Steve nods. "Good. Focus on that. We're gonna get out of here in a moment, but for now, just feel your skin on mine. Focus on right here, right now. Just our skin, okay?"

"Just our skin," Steve echoes, and Bucky offers him a smile and another squeeze.

It takes longer than Bucky would prefer for evac to show up and by the time he gets Steve on the jet, he's looking a little clearer, if not pretty shaken. It's going to take Bucky a while to help him come down completely, but he's definitely going to have some words with the team later. How the hell had they missed this? How the hell had they missed so much with Steve?

Steve stares out the window, hands pressed between his knees. He's still shaking, and his complacency with leaving the mission is concerning, but Bucky doesn't mind rolling with the punches as they come.

Eventually, Steve reaches out for him and Bucky holds him close. At least he's here now. At least Steve has someone to see him again. He deserves that, at the very least.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

HI, HELLO, WHAT IS THIS WARMER THAN THE SUMMER INGREDIENTS FIC???? :D :D :D :D :D :D

Send me an ask and I'll tell you about one of these WIPs

This fic is a SHAMELESS PWP inspired by Win's bold as fuck request for Tops to join him in the shower?? Like what was that??? and then they just never elaborate on it??? Target could never, Ingredients by itself had me shook, but that scene took me out.

This is one of those WIPs I've had since like. November. I feel like I watched it immediately after finishing Ingredients. Which I didn't actually watch immediately after KP! Bc I was trying to be normal! I also didn't start listening to Jeff's music for a month or two. Then I decided fuck it, he's pretty 🥺

Despite his bold, impulsive invitation, Win didn’t really expect Tops to join him. He startles when his roommate—crush, boyfriend?—pulls back the shower curtain and steps in behind him, and only just manages to strangle his scream into a choked out, eugh!  “It’s just me,” Tops says softly, as if it could be anyone else.  Win slicks his hair back from his face and starts to turn around, but Tops stops him.  “Please don’t.” “Why, are you naked?” Win laughs at Tops’ flustered sigh.  “Yes.” “Good. It would be weird if you weren’t.”  It’s a little bit weird that he is, too, but not a bad weird. It’s weird like their first kiss was weird. Strange and new and filling his insides with sparklers that Win wants to write about. The idea of it, the knowledge that Tops is completely bare behind him, makes Win all warm inside. He feels that shimmering sparkle again, tingling beneath his skin.  “If you’re going to stay back there, wash my back?” He holds a fluffy, soapy loofa over his shoulder. Tops takes it—Win imagines the bashful look he must be wearing, the way he always looks down to hide his pleased little smile—and drags it across Win’s shoulders. After a few careful strokes, he grows brave enough to lay his bare hand against Win’s back. It’s electric.  They stay like that for a long time, not talking. Tops hands working over Win’s body. It makes Win feel like syrup, warm and relaxed. Then Tops gets bolder, scrubs his bare hand on Win’s skin, too, gradually working his way lower. His fingers glide over Win’s spine like Win’s fingers over a fretboard.  “Win?” “Hmm?” Win opens his eyes—doesn’t know what they closed—and squints at the wall through the water spraying down his front. Tops hands are on his hips, he thinks. Tops hands. He’s touching me. One hand is still buried in the loofa, and he’s been touching Win the entire time, but it’s only just now starting to really sink in.  “I’m done,” Tops says, his voice quiet beneath the deafening roar of the water. Win hears him anyway. Picks out the sweet note of his voice amidst the static white-noice like only a musician can.  Win swallows. “Thanks.” he steps more fully under the water and sluices off the soap. “Your turn?” “O-oh. Okay.” Tops shuffles around behind him. When Win turns, he’s met with the expanse of Tops’ back. Which… he hasn’t actually seen before, has he? Tops has seen him, that time after his shower when Win was so eager to play his new song he forgot to even put on clothes until Top reminded him. But this is new.  Everything about him—about this, them—is new.  Win smiles to himself. He takes the loofa from Tops and drizzles more citrus-scented body wash over it, before dragging it down his back, generously soaping him up. There’s enough alcohol still in his system that it could easily take the blame for his boldness, but the truth is, Win has never had to hide behind alcohol for courage. Almost never.

[sunlightbender]

A Somewhat Scathing Barbie Review (from a Barbie lover)

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE BARBIE MOVIE

Okay, okay, PLEASE don’t skin me alive for saying this, but I thought the Barbie movie was mid at best. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t terrible, but I’ve been seeing people all over the internet praise it as the greatest cinematic masterpiece of our generation and it’s just... not.

As a positive opening, here’s what I liked:

Set design

Costuming

Acting

(Controversially) The narrator

The music

It’s obviously a gorgeous movie. It’s got so many references to actual Barbie sets and outfits, and as a Barbie fan it’s so much fun to see real people in replicas of Barbie clothes. It’s also super funny, and the music is really enjoyable. With so many positives, it might seem odd that this is titled as a scathing review, but for me, the most important factor in any movie is the story, and well... Barbie’s kind of sucks.

Look, I don’t want to ruin anyone’s perspective on a movie they enjoyed so I’d suggest stopping here if you really liked it. 

The storyline was so heavily lacking. My first biggest qualm: this movie isn’t feminist, it’s sexist, dressed up in feminist frills. Disclaimer: I’m a feminist, hardcore, my family teases me about it all the time. From the very opening of the movie, where they mention that the Barbies see themselves as having made a feminist impact in the world, implying that Barbie as a brand HASN’T done that... eugh. Sasha’s opinion on Barbie is very heavily hinted to be the ‘correct’ one, where Barbie hasn’t positively impacted real women. Gloria’s suggestion at the end, to make an ‘ordinary’ Barbie backs this up - the energy of “We need a realistic Barbie, not the silly, pretty, blonde bimbos of the past”, if you will. 

Let me state this: Barbie is, and has always been, a feminist. Barbie has represented strong women for ages. Barbie, in her pink and glittery glory, has had hundreds of careers, dozens of friends, is loved by all, lives life on her own terms, and has Ken as an accessory. She’s gorgeous and fun and smart and powerful and capable. She has ALWAYS been feminist, and any girl who grew up with Barbies will tell you that playing with them has only helped them imagine “what if I could be-”, in the best possible way. As a woman in STEM, I remember playing with Barbies as a kid, and knowing that I could really do anything, because Barbie could too. 

To build onto this, Gloria’s suggestion that an ‘ordinary’ Barbie be made is ridiculous - I’ve always viewed most Barbies as ‘normal’ people! Are they incredible? Of course! But they’re normal people - that’s the whole POINT of Barbie - she can be anything, she can do anything, she’s incredible because women as a whole can be anything, do anything, and are incredible. To have an ‘ordinary’ Barbie that women can relate to is to imply that ordinary women aren’t capable of being vets, engineers, lawyers, environmentalists, businesswomen, etc. It’s almost as if the movie struggles to differentiate Barbie, the brand, from Barbie, the character. Can any one person have 200+ jobs? No, of course not, but Barbie, the character, has NOT done all of those - it’s just all different fields that Barbie could be capable of - because Barbie, the brand, represents everything that women as a whole can accomplish.

Next, the Kens. Oh god, the Kens. I LOVED the start of the movie. Himbo, accessory Ken is incredible. I love him. I finally understood why straight women loved Ryan Gosling. Then he became a misogynist. Ken’s whole arc is so rushed and muddled. Ken was miserable and bitter even before things started going wrong. In the perfect Barbieland, why should Ken be bitter? It doesn’t make logical sense - before Barbieland was falling apart, you’d think the Kens would be okay with their position in the world. And if not, then is the implication that Barbieland was never perfect? That didn’t come across to me. Let’s be frank, in a perfect Barbieland, there’d either be perfect equality where nobody was upset, or everyone would be 100% okay with the inequality in the world. 

He was so obscenely sexist that the funny movie became genuinely uncomfortable to watch, and for the conclusion to be for Barbie to APOLOGIZE to him despite him stealing her house and brainwashing the country...????? And then the main issue was never even resolved - the hardcore matriarchy continues to exist - just everyone saying “I am Ken” is not going to prevent another Ken uprising, and if Barbieland is perfect, I reiterate once more, KENS DESERVE TO BE TREATED FAIRLY TOO. Also, it seems a little anti-feminist to make the Barbie movie essentially a Ken movie with Barbie crying in the back. The plot was SO Ken-heavy that it didn’t feel like a Barbie movie at all. A really feminist movie would’ve made Ken a background, barely-important character, but he runs the show.

I won’t go on and on, but it’s really uncomfortable. Including the forced almost-kiss. 

Lastly, my big qualm is that Barbie becomes a human. Come on, is humanity not over ourselves already? Why do we make everyone in movies obsessed with us? It’s not enough that aliens should want to live on earth, or that princesses should dream to be common, or that robots wish they were human, Barbie herself has to long to dress in beige and be called Barbara. It was implied that the feminist out here is that Barbie has to escape Barbieland, to become her own person, but Barbie, the idea, has already been feminist! It was important for her to be Barbie, the idea, and there’s no sense to why she should want to be human. Why can’t she stay a perfect stereotypical Barbie, another cog in the perfect, plastic Barbieland machine? What’s wrong with that?

Then, all the dropped plotlines:

Gloria and Sasha’s relationship

The CEO

Ken’s still miserable

Barbie’s impact on the women of the world

Brainwashing apparently is fixed by one cheesy speech?

I think it’s a huge case of target audience. I only realized today, three days after the early screening day when I watched it, that it was not made for Barbie fans like me, who watched every piece of Barbie media, who’ve loved the brand for years. It’s made for people who played with the dolls in the 90s, relegated it as “for kids” and were waiting for a socially acceptable excuse to watch a pink movie again.

Was it a terrible movie? No, I suppose not, but frankly, the movie was muddled, corny, bland, and everything that the movie tried to do has been done better by Barbie’s animated movies and show. If you haven’t watched them, I’d suggest starting with Big City, Big Dreams. It’s a short, easy watch about being competitive without being toxic. The Dreamhouse Adventures series also has a lot of great messages. And then, my personal favorite, the Princess and the Pauper, has an awesome message about women supporting women. Now the men in THAT movie really ARE side characters.

One final comment: Barbie doesn’t give kids eating disorders. Adults telling kids they should look like Barbie gives kids eating disorders. And if you’re blaming Barbie for that, well, please also look at Disney, which pretty exclusively has their fat characters be villains, or toxic teen movies from the early 2000s which called people at size 2s fat. Take it from a woman who’s had multiple eating disorders.

What a rant, huh? And that’s WITHOUT getting into the lack of queer rep in a movie that marketed itself as being very camp - Hari Nef aside (she was wonderful!). If you enjoyed the movie, please don’t let me ruin it. It was definitely a lot of fun, but for me, the story really broke the movie. I’ll give it a 6/10 for enjoyability, and a 4/10 for objective quality.

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You know I gotta request a fic with Chrys and Ronny. Maybe the theme can be teasing? 😳👀

OF COURSE!!!

Listen. They're roommates in this one

For whatever reason, when Ronny woke up this morning, he decided to choose violence.

"You know you snore, right?" He walked into the kitchen, an impish grin on his face knowing Chrysalis was in there.

"I literally don't" Chrys hadn't even finished her protein coffee, it was too early for his shit "But if it's such a problem, you can always leave,"

Chrys had moved Ronny after her dogs, Dolce and Gabbana caught him mid-break in a few months. Normally she would've let them tear an intruder apart, but there was something about Ronny; a certain "wet ratness" to him that made Chrys want to keep him. He was like her own personal project. A pet!

"Hey, I'm just looking out for you," Ronny put up both his hands, "I could hear you from down the hall last night. Seriously, whoever did your nose job probably deviated your septum, you should get your money back,"

"My septum is perfect, my nose is perfect," Chrys said in a sing-song voice as she placed her hand over her heart. She then clicked her tongue and scoffed, "Literally suck a dick," "Know where I can find one?" He laughed. He was honestly surprised at how easy she was to piss off today. "There's a huge one standing in front of me,"

"Too bad I can't suck myself,"

"Remove a few ribs, you'll find a way," Chrys scrunched up her nose, as she began to exit the kitchen.

Hey, wait, no! He wasn't done messing with her!

Ronny followed Chrys down the hall and made sure to invade Chrys' personal space as she walked.

"Aw, don't leave, we're having fun. So what if you snore-"

"I don't snore, snoring is for ugly people!" Chrys huffed.

"Wow, I really stuck a nerve, huh?!" Ronny started to cackle- he had this really annoying hyena laugh that made Chrys cringe, "C'mon, don't get mad at me because I told you the truth," "Oh, you want the truth?"

Shit, he was about to get kicked out, wasn't he? He started planning on how many things he could swipe before she sicked the dogs on him.

"Pfft, yeah! Let me hear it!" Despite acting so brazen, he was preparing himself for the worst. This really was one of the better places he's stayed at, yeah he could swipe a good amount and make a decent profit, but he knew he'd miss hanging around.

"I think you're really cute, Ronny," Oh she's doing that again.

"Ha ha," He feigned a laugh. He had fallen victim to this Chrys tactic in the past, "Not falling for that one," again.

"No like... seriously," Chys twirled her strawberry milk pink hair, "I know I've joked about it before, but you're actually really hot. And I know you're only messing with me because you feel the same way," "Yeah I also think I'm really hot," Ronny rolled his eyes, this was lame, she had turned his fun into a joke. He tried to walk past her but she grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him against the wall.

"Don't you ever imagine what it would be like, you and me?"

"No, why would I do something like that?" He felt his face heat up, if he had never thought of it before, he was thinking about it now. He knew she was messing with him, but still, it was kind of hard to not think about it when they were chest to chest.

"Your face is all red!~" Chrys teased, "It's cute when you blush like that," She brushed a piece of his hair behind his ear

"Can you fuck off?" He was determined not to entertain her.

"Aww, are you upset?" Chrysalis pouted, "You want it to be real, huh?" She giggled, "Well guess what? we can make it happen, right now~" She tugged him closer to her by the belt loop of his jeans.

Fuck-

"Someone's excited," She purred. He knew better than to play into it, but since she was going this far- "Why don't you take care of it then," Nailed it, he probably sounded so sexy and cool right there.

"PFFT HAHAHA!" Chys let go, holding her sides as she laughed, "Oh my God oh my God, what was that?! Eugh! yuck!"

"I was just playing along," He fell for it AGAIN

"That was not playing along. That was full on- I don't even know what that was? Some sort of pseudo-dom bullshit?"

"It was a joke-"

"Uh-huh, sure," Chrys nodded with a smug look on her face, "You know I really was considering fucking you before you said that corny shit,"

"No, you were just messing with me because you were pissed off about the snoring thing," "I was, but like," She gave him the once over and shrugged, "You're cute enough! It's just, like, IF we ever have sex I wanna have sex with Ronny, you know? Like... my Ronny. The one who broke into my house and almost got mauled by my dogs, he's awkward and annoying-" "I don't know what you're talking about,"

She laughed through her nose with a shrug before walking off, "You know, I got a fleshlight through PR if you need to take care of that problem I caused~!" God, he couldn't stand her sometimes... but since she was offering-

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Sorry!! I forgot to tag the original post and. EUGH. Anyway!! I cannot tell you how much I love this ask!! Such a nice break from the absolute depravity in my asks right now. I really hope you like it <3

New Bro(mance) (Ray Toro x Mikey Way)

No warnings!! Just strange little gay men!!

Ray is invited to Frank’s house to have dinner and meet some long time friends of his, and he’s excited! Well, mostly. His nerves were beginning to get the best of him on the way over. What if he messes up the first impression? What if they can read minds and he thinks something embarrassing in front of them? These were all genuine, albeit very irrational thoughts going through Ray’s head as he knocked on the front door. Normally, he’d just walk in, but he didn’t want to seem weird. Of Course, frank greets him at the door and telling him how glad he is that he could make it.

As he walks into the living room Ray's unsurprised to see Frank's two friends, who he'd been previously told were Gerard and Mikey Way. Gerard stands near the armchair in the corner, particularly focused on the commercial on the giant box TV Frank has in the livingroom.

Mikey, though, is sat on one side of the couch, mildly zoned out and staring at the carpet. Ray clears his throat,trying to find the words to introduce himself, but Gerard beats him to it.

“Oh, Ray, right?” Gerard smiles. His voice is very distinctive, it suits his face.

“Yeah,” Ray smiles in return, looking over to the younger of the two, who now seemed to be paying extra attention to Ray, who in return awkwardly waved before moving to sit down on the opposite side of the couch. Ray moves his hands up and down his jeans, unsure of what to do until Frank pops into the entryway.

“Glad to see everyone’s getting along! I’m just gonna be in the kitchen for a bit, y’know, in case you need anything.” Frank doesn’t seem to pick up on Ray’s discomfort as he stays in place for an extra few seconds, before turning back into the kitchen. Gerard excitedly invites himself along, leaving Ray and Mikey to sit in silence next to each other. Absolutely epic hangout.

The room stays quite aside from the murmuring on TV and the slight sound of dishes that can be heard from the kitchen. Ray sighs, looking around the living room and trying to think of ways to start a conversation, but again, he’s beaten to it. “Play any instruments?” Mikey says plainly, looking at Ray, but not making eye contact. Ray, on the other hand, is looking intensely at Mikey, almost studying his facial features. He’s.. really cute, Ray thinks. He only realizes he was asked a question when Mikey looks up at him weird.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah I play guitar.” Ray looks away, face flushing just a bit as he puts a hand on the back of his neck briefly before deciding that that’s a weird thing to do.

Mikey smiles just a bit, picking lightly at the seams in the couch upholstery as he speaks. “Cool. I uhm, I play bass.” Ray just nods, going back to looking anywhere but at Mikey. Not at all because he didn’t like him, is the thing. Ray thought he might like Mikey a little more than socially appropriate for new-potential-bros.

Ray turns his head almost entirely to the side before stuttering into a sentence. “I think you seem really cool, by the way,” Ray says in a voice that’s Almost timid. He doesn’t notice the hand creeping closer to his on the couch cushion next to him.

Mikey inches his hand closer to Ray’s, eventually ending up on top of it. It’s… kind of like hand holding. Hand holding adjacent, if you will. “Oh, thanks. You too.” Ray’s eyes widen as he glances over to Mikey’s hand on his. He really, really likes that.

“Is this okay?” Mikey doesn’t look at Ray as he speaks. Ray doesn’t look at Mikey.

“Yeah.”

[sixty-silver-wishes]

things I would love to see in a staged/sound film "caligari" adaptation-

francis, alan, and jane just being friends before alan is killed. the film only shows these three interacting once, but they're heavily implied to be really close, and I think one scene is all that's needed to show the chemistry they could have- while introducing a plot-relevant character dynamic and having a lighter moment in between the suspense and horror in the scenes before and after it. I'd love to see more of how much they mean to each other; we see francis and jane are devastated after alan's death in the original, and it would be interesting to see how much alan's death disrupts the previously-established dynamic between the three.

retaining the liminal, dreamlike quality through not explaining major plot events. develop the characters, elaborate on the script, maybe even make some plot changes, but I don't think everything should be explained- especially why alan asks when he's going to die, why cesare doesn't kill jane, and why caligari targets his specific victims. any adaptation that tries to explain these particular elements sort of falls flat; the plot holds up because it operates on "dream logic." stuff just happens and it doesn't make any sense, but we as the audience are expected to just go with it and draw our own conclusions.

exploring the symbolism. it can be hard to do this without being too on the nose (which I didn't like about the bbc radio version, despite the fact I thought it made some otherwise really neat choices, such as having cesare played by a countertenor singer and not giving caligari any dialogue), but there's a lot of symbolism to be interpreted. no matter what interpretation an adaptation takes, I'd be really interested to see how different adaptations read the story differently.

don't give caligari a backstory or motivation. it's okay to have campy villains who are pure evil for the sake of being pure evil; he's interesting in the original because he's more of a symbol than a character. and for the love of god, make him Creepy. I want to hear this guy talk in a voice that makes the flesh crawl off my back; every sound adaptation I've seen has just made him sound like a normal guy. for an idea of what I'd be looking for, my dream voice casting for him would be tim curry.

on the subject of sound, if you're going to adapt a silent film into a medium with sound, use it to your advantage. I want to hear the creak of floorboards as cesare walks towards jane's bed, the overwhelming noise of the fair that he wakes up to, and oh god, think of the porridge scene. no dialogue, no music, just stirring and chewing and breathing. eugh.

animation and/or shadow puppetry! I think with the addition of sound, animation would be the best way to preserve the vibes of the original due to the strong element of suspension of disbelief. this will probably never happen, but I would love to see a stop motion animated adaptation, due to the association with the uncanny valley. get del toro on that shit. and as for a stage version, utilizing shadow puppetry would be really neat for some sequences, like alan's death. I believe they actually do this in the ballet version, and it looks amazing.

keep cesare's death the same. please. don't shoot him, don't stab him, don't beat him to death with a club. just have him collapse and give out. it may seem less climactic, but it's so much more effective.

[hijackalx]

WYLL SFW HEADCANONS:

 wyll puts on this tough guy front but he is A BIG ASS BABY YALL !!! like he wants to be babied sooo bad lowkey. he wants to lay his head in tav's lap while they stroke his head and listen to him complain about his day 😭😭 hes so sugary sweet too. like calls tav so many pet names and wants them to do the same. the type of dude to text tav some shit like "goodmorning starshine! ⭐️😁" #CORNBALL !!!!!!! but in a good way tho like its just so goofy and endearing

okay but sometimes if hes feeling really moody he'll get kind of toxic. like if tav doesnt watch what they say to him he'll shut their ass OUT and get pissedddd. he usually comes back around tho in like an hour so its ok lmaoo

also even tho he wants to be babied behind the scenes in public he wants tav to be like, his damsel in distress. he just wants to protect them and play the knight in shining armor so bad. it makes him happy just go along with it yall

i feel like hes similar to lae'zel in a way like he also just wants to feel like hes good enough. validate him or he'll be sad (it will crush him eternally)

love language:

giving= physical touch and acts of service

was anyone surprised. i feel like he wont be comfortable touching tav for a while tho like he just doesnt want to overstep boundaries. he is the type of person who takes that kind of stuff reallllyyyyy slowly at first like itll have tav wondering if hes disgusted by them or something. like why did u jerk ur hand away like that tf? the whole time hes just being considerate 😭

receiving= words of affirmation. and quality time cuz him and tav do a lot of leaving room for jesus at the start. but yeah he just likes to be around tav like kind of the clingy type ? not obsessively tho. if they need space he'll respect it. he also wants tav to tell him what a big strong man he is and also praise him for always protecting them and all that.

i think hes pretty tall im getting 6'2 vibes from him also pretty buff. like HIS ARMMMMSSSS OKAYYY i feel like theyre his prized characteristic. ugh imagine them flexing while hes showing off and dropping baddies for u 😍😍

WYLL NSFW HEADCANONS:

i feel like he switches between dominant and submissive OCCASIONALLY but hes mostly dominant. like he feels it is his manly duty or whatever LMAO although he just kind of naturally takes control like that. like i dont think he thinks about it very much.

the MOST vanilla mf here. but thats ok. his fav position is missionary but sometimes he likes to spice it up with doggy style lol. lovvvessss oral like both giving and receiving. i think when hes receiving oral is when he'd be most submissive tbh. how tav looks going down on him is just sooo hot and how they look up at him like he prolly nuts quick asf gettin his meat slobbered on LMAO

godddd i feel like hes totally into breeding tho. like wants to cum inside SO BAD !!!! if tav is afab hes totally into the idea of getting them pregnant and is open to having lots of kids. if tav wont let him cum inside he'll ask to finish on like their face or stomach.

he prolly has beautiful ass rugged manly hands and they prolly feel soo good on tavs skin.... especially if hes fingering/giving a handjob 🤭 EUGH I LOVE IT

omgomgomg hes into manhandling too like he def wants to pick up tav and throw them around *gently 😌 hes not into hurting tav even a little bit like if u suggest it he will literally go soft af and it will turn into a naked therapy session

i wouldnt say he normally finishes fast only when hes getting a blowjob. other than that he has good stamina. also hes prolly around 7 inches a little closer to 7 than astarion is lol. his definitely looks angry af tho like rlly veiny and THICK !!!

during aftercare he expects tav to be attentive to him like hes WORE OUT !! he wants them to get the towel for him 🥺 and clean him off 🥺 and get him fresh clothes 🥺 and tuck him in 🥺 and kiss him goodnight 🥺 HAHAH BUT IN A CUTE WAY OKAY

[mt07131]

Underdark Unearthed- Xuna

The Selûnite outpost in the depths of the Underdark was certainly an unusual find, but stranger still was Xuna.

Or, to be more accurate, how she had been acting since the path through the Underdark was agreed upon. She hid it well, if you were someone who was less perceptive to the emotions of others. However, to someone like Astarion who has spent the past two hundred years learning how to read people and get under their skin in the most delicious ways, the signs were obvious. The constantly shifting eyes, the unease in her posture, and the pacing made it clear- something was bothering her and it had to do with where they currently stood. 

The group had decided to make camp in what looked to be the only semblance of a structure for some distance. Not that that had ever stopped them from camping in the wilderness before, but it was nice to have a massive, functioning gate between you and the horrors of the Underdark. From where Astarion stood, he could see the bright shock of Xuna’s hair peeking out from between dark stones where she stood on one of the ruined upper levels. Her back was turned to them, her gaze focused solely on the darkness beyond.

He decided at that moment that, yes, he did want to know what exactly was irking her. Normally, he wouldn’t be the one to seek her out. He was far too important to be chasing after her (and he had to admit, he liked watching her trot up him with that smirk on her face that meant he would get to feed on her) but this time was different. Things between them were different, ever since their shared night.

And so, he climbed up those ruined stairs, coming to rest on their now shared platform. There was a beat of silence, and then-

“If you were hoping to sneak up on me, you’re doing a pretty shit job of it.” Xuna spoke up, unmoving.

He scoffed. “Now, darling, why would I ever do that?” He asked, almost offended.

She finally turned to face him, raising one unimpressed brow. “I could think of any number of reasons. Snatching something from my pockets, coming to push me off this platform to my cruel and untimely death, the list goes on really.” She pointed out. Then, she cocked her head. “Now, what’s the problem?”

“I-” And he hesitated. He hesitated because he felt concerned. He felt concerned for someone other than himself. 

Eugh. 

It left a sour taste in his mouth, and yet he couldn’t find it in himself to mind. “You’ve been antsy ever since that druid suggested the Underdark, even more so since we descended. Something’s irritating you.” Astarion pointed out.

Xuna rolled her eyes. “Everything’s been irritating me since I woke up on a nautiloid with an extra passenger in my skull.” She retorted. “Can’t a girl just go off and think about all the shit that’s happened to her and all the shit looming in front of her?” She shrugged.

Astarion stepped closer, clicking his tongue. She wanted to play a game, did she? Well, he did so love to poke and prod. “Try again, darling, that isn’t quite it.” He grinned.

Another raise of the brow. “And let me guess, you’re going to keep bothering me until I spill my guts to you one way or another, hm?” He didn’t respond to that, so she huffed. “Fine, okay, it’s just… it’s the first time I’ve been back down here since… since I was exiled.” She muttered that last part under her breath.

He leaned in ever closer. “Speak up, I didn’t quite catch the ending there.”

“Since I was exiled!” Xuna repeated with an annoyed groan. “You’ve lived for quite some time, Astarion, I’m sure you’ve met your fair share of drow. But how much do you actually know about the people, how we live?” She asked.

Now, it was the vampire spawn’s turn to shrug his shoulders. “I’m no expert if that’s what what you’re asking.” He responded. Though, he had to admit, he was intrigued. He knew there was something else lurking beneath the rogue’s surface, and exile was certainly something interesting.

Xuna shifted her weight. “Ultimately, I was exiled because of these.” She jabbed two fingers towards her face, towards those lovely lavender eyes he had grown fond of. “When a drow child is born, particularly a daughter, the priestesses say Lolth blesses the birth. That’s not the whole story, not really.” She began. “Truth is, the Queen of Spiders lays her own claim to the child, marks them as another strand in her web. And that blessing is evident by the drow’s red eyes. So, when a well-revered priestess of Lolth in Menzoberranzan, the City of Spiders, Lolth’s city,” She emphasized. “Births a daughter without that blessing, without those tell-tale red eyes, well, that’s a bit of a bad omen.”

At that, Astarion’s own brow reached towards his hairline. “My my, and so the cursed daughter returns.” He purred. “Though, from what I do know about your goddess, color me surprised that you still live.” He noted.

She snorted. “Yes, Nixunalyn Mizzrune, the cursed daughter, still lives. And don’t put words in my mouth, I do not claim Lolth as mine. Why should I, when she didn’t claim me?” She challenged. Then, she sighed. “Even with Lolth’s silence and apparent dismissal of my birth, my dear mother would rather pluck out her own eyes and eat them than sacrifice someone that could become a tool. As I said, she was- is- respected and well-known, and she needs every advantage that she can muster to stay in the favor of both Lolth and the Council. Make no mistake, she did try to seek answers. The amount of rituals and services I was subject to as a child only to be met with silence number in the dozens, close to a hundred maybe.” She explained.

“And so she, what, locked you away in some dark tower?” He asked.

Xuna, for the first time in this conversation, laughed at that. “I could only wish she did. No, I was still expected to act as any upstanding Menzoberranyr would, just with the addition of constantly being under glamours and illusions and tightly shutting the lips of all who lived and worked in our home. I was… tolerated more than I was raised, and that only got worse once my younger sisters were born, as normal as any Lolth-fearing drow would hope. And then, it all came to head when I reached adulthood.”

She turned back around, coming to rest again at the edge of the platform, looking out at the endless, eternal darkness around them. Astarion followed a step behind, waiting for her to continue. “The day I became an adult, my mother came to me in the dead of night with an… offer.” The venom in her tone around that word hissed through the air. “It was a simple ultimatum- leave Menzoberranzan of my own free will and never return, or face the wrath of the Spider Queen.” She admitted.

Her tone had changed when she spoke those words, like she was reciting some ancient edict. “Those were…” He began.

“Her exact words, down to the sheer disgust in her voice when she spoke them to me.” Xuna finished. “The implications were obvious. We were lucky enough that no misfortune had fallen upon us while I lived there. But, Lolth is twisted and thrives on stirring mischief and ruin. And if said ruin or a great misfortune were to come bearing down on the house, it was clear that the blame would be placed at my feet for simply existing. So I did what any sane person would do and willingly exiled myself from the only place I had ever known as a home. There’s my tragic tale, happy?” She crossed her arms over her chest.

Astarion gave her another smile, but it was small, grateful almost. The fact that she trusted him of all people with such a lofty story certainly meant something. “Indeed, darling.” He said.

She gestured out before them. “So, to answer your original question, I’m antsy because I’m back in the place that I once called home and yet haven’t done so for, oh, seven years or so.” Astarion opened his mouth to retort, but she held up a finger. “Not a word from you, I know seven years is nothing to someone as long lived as you.” She interrupted in a poor mockery of his imperious tone. “But it’s just… a lot, okay? So I’d appreciate it if you kept it between the two of us.”

“Of course. You…” Trusted me, he wanted to say. “Aren’t the only one with a sordid past here. But I must ask, why come back? We could have easily taken the mountain passage, and it seems your word has become law in this merry little group.” He pointed out.

Xuna chuckled. “Illogical, isn’t it? And yet, it’s also illogical to think my family would even know I’m back, given how far south we are of the city. Though it seems poor logic has taken the reins of my life in recent days” Then, she sighed. “And I suppose it’s high time I stop being afraid of an entire region. As you said, I’m not the only one here with secrets in her past, I can’t pretend I don’t have the Underdark running in my veins.” She said.

Part of him wanted to reach out for her, but he stopped himself. “And there’s this cult, of course, lest we forget that minor problem.” He said.

She snorted at that. “Ah yes, the evil cult that wants to seemingly take control of the whole of Faerûn that has made a base in the place that is commonly known in polite society as being a place of darkness and horrors. It’s a little too stereotypical for my tastes.” She jested.

They should have gone back to the rest of the group then, a night’s rest the only thing standing between them and the looming task ahead. Yet, the pair seemed more content to stand together in a comfortable silence, basking in the idea of knowing just who you were traveling with, and who you were giving your heart to.

[eviltiddyproductions]

Vincenzo : Episode 4

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CONTINUE they didn’t even show a preview for the next episode

Oh I hope she didn’t watch them get hit

Also that evil man smiling as he knew what’s he about to do WHEN I CATCH YOU

What is this background music somebody is dead 😭😭😭 the case of classical music playing as someone gets murdered continues

SISTER NO

Oh this got me bad. I am actually so mad and sad at the same time 😭😭😭 I want to hug her so bad why must the good dads always die

baby <///3

also such a shoddy job, didn’t even see to check if everyone died. Babel, lawyer lady YOU WILL CRUMBLE

Should’ve continued hating her when she bragged that she blackmailed someone into killing themselves

now they’re going for character assassination too count your days you babbling Babel bitch ass corporation

Am I even going to be normal about her intern dying if this has got me DOWN (to be fair good parent dying and the child not getting a goodbye or being left alone has always hurt me )

and when I kill this lady. Just dancing just like that

the intern is the only one next to her :(

her dad was loved down. I love that

damn let me put a reminder to always put little notes on the back of photographs to remember better

lmao they’re both so unserious it is helping me rn 😭

how does someone look that good getting up from a 10 day sleep

I thought she gasped because she saw his butt but you know what I’d be more torn about someone hearing me cry too 💀

Oh he’s wearing pyjamas

my man said let me give it my all for plot conveniences and gave Vincenzo a to do list #real

I know he was trying to wake her up and wasn’t exactly wrong but that was really mean lmao

that sassy light slap #real

me trying to control the urge to punch this lady oh it’s bad for me

lawyer lady I want you to have the most painful episodes in the end 🙏💗

been in this office for a week and saying things like know your place when I get my hands on YOU

SMACK her Cha!!! I would it’s okay

The audacity to hold her neck I’m so mad ???

good one Cha

Intern just leave with her

The limbo 💀💗 awww he’s in her truck

she looks so good, always

my man so mad for the right things for being in the mafia and having killed people 😭 #real #change starts somewhere

the rain starting just as he stares at something

Public enemy number 1 so bad

how is the blood still wet it’s been 10 days ??? hey at least he seems to remember who did it.

What the fuck is that on this pretend CEO’s bed

yes Intern be her ears in this office #slay

I hope this villain lawyer lady is not the reason you die 😭

they really made her the suspect when I get my hands on this fiction lady EUGH

the chutney on the magazine that they might use as evidence 💔

Her dad’s apprentice fighting for his life to keep the door open to make Quasano help her he’s so real

Quasano pyjamas look so good. lmaooo if you’re going to lie down might as well get up ;)))

my man intern getting buffed every 3 seconds (rightfully so lmao boundaries babe but it’s nice that you want help)

oh the police is going to take this the other way 😭

look who got out of the horse

at least they got her breakfast. the zoom in makes me think they’re trying to get her fingerprints

he waited 😂

girl let the intern finish lmao, for me!!! I love when his tangents , he’s adorable (almost said babbles 😡)

how is everyone doing a background check on my man and missing the mafia link 😭

nooo she’s got no one to turn into but him 💀

Korea’s law system cannot be real let me google ??? no way

he’s got a knack for standing up for people in this building and I appreciate that. the inmate apologised for killing her dad as if he was not laughing 3 seconds ago like bffr

that cop was shady looking from the beginning but like rule number one of getting with shady people, you’re almost always going to get taken out

get this bitch Hong Cha

justice system and jails are in shambles everywhere in the world

my sister that lawyer lady needs to go!!!! they’ll keep killing but good promise regardless

to be fair he never promised

that was actually so sexy of him! get him Vince !!!!

slay apprentice man slay !!! tase him

the good guys not killing bad guys in fiction sucks because you know they’ll go to jail or can’t be revered for taking the upper hand but damn villains don’t stop killing you till they’re 6 feet underground

she said no killing, injure a little !

slay (might be a fake out though)

oh this is such a slay! count your days lady!

how are you going to have the heat and scare everyone and kill people and not be ready to take it yourself

Walking around with you can’t fuck with me I’ll kill you energy and can’t deal with the lights turned off ( she really pissed me off I’m sorry! I’m tired)

GET YOUR LICK BACK! The truck is such a nice threat touch here

their memories matter to me more than your worthless life ever could. bars honestly

real !!! how are you going to terrorise people and be scared to die omg ??? ( a problem with a lot of villains like be serious you can kill people but others can’t do that to you 😭 )

oh are they going to burn this Italy style?

damn did he actually kill those people (slay but I thought it was a fake out)

THEY ARE. GET EM!!!!

Is he just going to leave his lighter

arson never looked so good

my sister wear a mask??! what if someone recognises you

this is episode 4…. what are they going to do to me for the next 16 😨

It was a fake out !!!

not like they can go back to their boss anyway 💀

Aww the people came to help :)

this fake CEO about to get beaten up again I fear 😭

NOW?! Someone LIED TO ME because why is the INTERN the CEO WHAT !?!!!!

he must know everything about Vincenzo then

Oh I feel like someone stole the rug from my feet they gagged me I did not see this coming…

I mean it’s a great way to keep an eye on the people you hire but DAMN

Watch your back my girl 😭😭😭

[f1shbonez]

It was weird to be gawked at. Sure, it happened plenty in The Lanes. People stared at folks they found unusual. People also stared at folks they were interested in. Those were the kinds of stares that Jinx always noticed whilst pretending not to. The sump rats who looked at people that way didn’t matter. They weren’t even worth the fear or pain they deserved. 

But how did that work now that Ekko was the one staring like that? The feeling didn’t stir up the same ugly kind of recognition when Jinx saw it on his face. 

Ekko didn’t even have the grit to get mad about his own trick being used against him. This game - this reckless admission of an ugly no-so-secret- had shifted things. Sure, there was anger and frustration, but not the kind that pulled people apart. 

Ekko had always been weird about whatever Jinx meant to him. From loathed enemy, traitor and redemption project to a member of the Bug Club. There had always been sentiment there. She’d hated him for it once, made a mockery of it, as though poking enough holes in the facade would make it all go away. 

How stupid that she’d warmed up to Mr. Self-Righteous. It was laughable that somehow, Ekko’s opinions mattered most of all these days. Eugh. Was that what happened when you spent too much time with the Firelights? Wow. What had happened to Jinx? At what point had things even started to change? The more Jinx thought about it, the more she struggled to put her finger on it. 

"...I, uh - yeah."  Ekko managed, breathless, mouth agape like some strange kind of fish.

The corners of Jinx’s lips curled upwards at how little he sounded like himself. Pale fingers began to poke and play against his chest, toying with the boundary as quickly as she’d imposed it. Clearly, Ekko needed to get his thoughts together. That was fine! She could wait. 

"Yeah, something like that. Is probably for the best."

Was he hearing himself right now? 

Talk about embarrassing. This was the guy giving out orders to everyone? 

Was this what being Ekko’s favourite was like, just saying random stuff and being agreed with? Jinx felt an eyebrow quirk playfully at the thought. That was cool.

"So... we good now?" 

“--Oh, yeah.” The question snapped Jinx back to earth, if only for a moment, as her gaze lifted back to Ekko’s. 

All good! Totally normal over here! 

It wasn’t like Ekko had specified what ‘normal’ meant. He’d started the dumb game, anyway! Maybe this was just his way of asking for there not to be a fight afterwards. Jinx mulled over the thought before shrugging, dropping her hand from Ekko’s chest to disengage. Who knew?! 

“Crystal clear.” The lack of clarity failed to dampen the edges of her smile. The whole thing felt like a game where the rules were made up as they went along. Rule number one: No fighting! They could probably manage that, right? It was hard to want to fight Ekko whilst he looked like a fish, anyway. 

Besides, getting a taste of being the favourite had been kinda fun. 

Back to normal. Normal was good. Normal was safe. 

Normal but you like me. Jinx’s eyes sang the words that were unsaid, bleeding a self-assured flippancy into the space between them. Sure, by Ekko’s standards normalcy was for the best, but when the abnormal turned him into that, it was worth noting. 

“I won’t do anything, you can trust me!” The sickly promise was accompanied by a friendly pat on Ekko’s shoulder. 

“If that’s what you want.”

❛ this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. ❜ (Ekko)

So this was the fabled ‘apology’ that Scar had been on about, huh? So much for satisfaction. Ekko’s demeanour hardly even invited gloating, which was a shame when there were so few occasions where Mr. Right was Mr. Wrong.

“This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.“

Jinx tried not to cringe at Ekko’s bluntness.

Was this a new record for how quickly a simple chat could turn to torture?

What did Ekko mean by ‘this’, anyway? The ‘keep Jinx as a housepet’ thing? The ‘taking Jinx on jobs’ thing? The liking Jinx thing? The REALLY liking Jinx thing? A knowing glint of blue eyes pinned Ekko for a moment before drifting away.

Somehow, despite Scar’s assertions, it felt like Ekko and everyone else were playing some sort of cruel joke. What was she supposed to say? Was Ekko waiting for her to say something?

Don’t worry about it, chum! Terrible mistakes and Jinx belong in the same sentence!

Joke about it.

Laugh about it.

No biggie!

It totally didn’t mess with my head. Didn’t hurt one bit. Nope!

A painful silence stretched as Jinx battled the weight of the scowl threatening to harden her features. It wasn’t every day that someone apologised to Jinx- especially not Ekko. After a moment of faltering, Jinx’s expression levelled into blithe dismissiveness. No need to act like it’s the end of the world, right? Silly Ekko, making up silly problems. Was this because she’d been doing too well at the Firelight game? She could break some rules again, if it would make things go back to normal.

“Well, that makes all the difference.” Jinx drawled. What was this gonna be? Some shoddy sorry and move on gig? Was Ekko sorry, or just embarrassed? What was the point of any of this? So Ekko could pat himself on the back and walk away?

What else was there to say? She wasn’t good at leading conversations. Was Ekko going to explain himself or abandon the topic as swiftly as everything had gone to hell? It was hard to know which would sting less.