#even though SPOILER he still don’t get lamb kisses

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Mentally slamming my fist on a table

THAT CAT WANTS TO KISS THAT LAMB SO BAD RAAAAAAWHHH

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Wishes Do Come True

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summery: It was just a legend, something out in place to make people believe in something that couldn’t be true. But when fate has its way, JJ learns that sometimes, wishes do come true. CONTAINS SEASON 4 SPOILERS!!!

Ryan shot the gun first. He shot it because Ward was charging at him, his teeth bared and his arms spread wide. How fitting that he would go out as a somewhat decent father, a man who took three bullets and threw himself over a cliff to save his daughter and her Pogue best friends.

JJ remembers the feeling of the earth bending beneath his feet as he practically sprinted over to the edge, looking down past his feet to see where the Kook and the henchman lay. JJ thought it was strange, how someone could be so crumpled up, he knew bones weren’t made to bend that way, so seeing the way his body twisted made him a little sick.

He can hear Sarahs soft cries and echoing hiccups clearly, how Kiara seemed to grab onto herself to steady her breathing. He remembers seeing how tightly John B’s arms were woven around Sarah’s body, as if he were afraid she would jump next, as if her body could save his. There was no saving that, as sick as it was.

But what he really remembers, is the softness of her voice calling out for him, the way her voice shook like it was hard to get out. Only then did the sounds of his friends stop ringing in his ears, and through some champagne party effect, he could focus in on just the quietness of her. Only then did he realize as he tried to wrap his arm around thin air that she wasn’t at the ledge.

A stray bullet, it’s a funny thing. The shots fire, four, the last four bullets the man has, and only three reach the sacrificial lamb. The last one reaches one of the seven targets behind it.

Her hands shook over her upper stomach, gripping her skin just below her ribs. Even with a shaky focus, he could see the tint of red beginning to seep past her once light blue nails, now chipped and digging into the cloth of her shirt.

“JJ, I…I don’t…” She stumbled forward, her eyes flickering from his to some distant thing over his shoulder. She could barely focus her vision. He remembers the weight of her head hitting his shoulder as he caught her, the feeling of an extra warmth seeping into his own clothes, something wet and sticky that shouldn’t be drenching the two of them, but was.

“No, no, no. Come on cupcake, come on.” He gritted his teeth, trying to hold her up, but his need to keep her up was wavering at the look of agony on her face. She laid in his lap, his hand holding hers as they both pressed down on the wound, though, it was no use because they had no way home, and the nearest hospital wasn’t for miles. They had no idea where to even begin to search for one in the middle of all the greenery.

JJ rambled in a panic, a habit he’d always done, but she couldn’t make sense of it anymore. Her hearing was fuzzy and her vision came in and out in waves of darkness. She tried to look at her friends, but her eyes wouldn’t tear themselves away from her best friend’s face.

She had just gotten him, their love was still brand new, discovered on an island they were sure they would never find again. It was barely a month since they had shared a kiss under the stars, one both had been dreaming of for years. They went back and forth for what felt like centuries and now none of it mattered, because JJ was holding his love in his arms as she helplessly spat up blood and tried to focus on the blue of his eyes and not the tears on his face.

“It’s gonna be okay, you just gotta fight, you can fight. You fucking…” JJ broke out into a bitter laugh, one he didn’t mean as his palms messily wiped away the blood that trickled down her jaw. Red smeared everywhere, sticking to every crease in his skin. It burned, and so he kept smiling because his laughter, as disingenuous as it was, brought a weak smile to her face. “You saved my life, when I fell off that boat. You kept me alive, and I’m gonna keep you alive, so don’t give up on me.”

The sight of the tears finally spilling from her pretty eyes would forever haunt JJ, because he knew as her chest caved in against his lap, that the pain was too great to make her stay and suffer through, when they both knew she was as good as dead as soon as the gun was fired.

“It doesn’t hurt so bad anymore.” She had told him weakly, the initial throbbing turning into an intense burning, a mix of the powder and the blood that pooled around her, soaking his skin through his pants.

“N-no, come on baby…baby, cupcake, please.” He pleaded. “I love you, please.”

Her ears seemed to clear at his heavy confession, and a sweet smile, the sweet smile he had fallen for back in the third grade, graced her pretty, tired face one last time.

“I love you JJ.” She promised, blinking back the tears. Somehow, she found the strength to lift his hand from her wound and press her bloodied lips to his sticky palm.

He had to watch the way her eyes fluttered shut, one last choked breath that sounded similar to what Pope would later explain as death rattle breathing, escaped her mouth, and that sweet little smile faded into nothing as she laid dead in her best friends arms.

JJ was never quite the same after that. He still loved his friends, he was still reckless and loud and impulsive, but he seemed to do it all for her.

When they won their money finally, he thought of all the things he would’ve bought for her, all the beaches they could’ve surfed across. When he finally found a place to call home, he placed her pillow on her side of his bed, fluffed it up for her and swore some nights he could feel her head resting on his heavy chest.

He thought of how much she would have loved Poguelandia 2.0. It was bittersweet to see the flag because all he could think of was their first kiss under the white flag that waved proudly above them.

He missed their matching P4L stick and pokes, he hated that he had to look at his forever and know it no longer matched with anyone. He hated that everyone else around him had someone to lean on, a lover to come home to, when he knew he would never be able to love again. But most importantly, he hated how young she was. She was only nineteen.

John B told him it wasn’t about the time we had with those we have lost, but what we make of it, but JJ was too angry to care. He didn’t care, it was easy for John B to say when he had lost a best friend, but JJ had lost so much more.

He wore her charm bracelet on his wrist, even though it was tight and caused a lot of noise. He loved the charms on them because they were old and made of clay and they matched his rings and necklace. She made them when they were ten because they were too young for their tattoos.

He swore to never go after treasure again, he couldn’t risk it, but with the promise of a singular wish, JJ followed along like a duckling to Morocco, blood on his shirt and a new father to betray him.

“You know, they say the crown grants a wish.” Kiara broke the silence between them in the heat one day, looking up at the sky to avoid the awkwardness of eye contact. She didn’t have to ask to know he would wish for her back in a heartbeat, but she did anyway because truthfully she liked the way JJ talked about her. It made her feel like her best friend was still alive.

“Yeah?” JJ scoffed with a smirk. “What would you wish for?” He asked, leaning over the unstable ledge, bricks dusty and the cement breaking apart. It wobbled under his forearms.

“I’m not saying I believe it but…I’d wish to go back in time maybe. I’d try not to rush into everything.” She said calmly, her eyes finding JJ’s.

“What about you?” She asked softly, and JJ hummed.

“The thing about wishes is, they don’t come true if you say them.” Kiara laughed breathily at his words.

“Yeah?” She questioned for confirmation.

“Yeah.” He breathed out. “And I really want this one to come true.”

That phrase, “be careful what you wish for,” was made for people like JJ Maybank.

There’s this old game called “Monkeys Paw” that Y/n and JJ both loved when they were younger. One person would make a wish, and the goal of the game was to make that person regret that wish.

They would stay up for hours laughing about it.

If JJ wished for a pizza, the pizza was poisoned. If Y/n wanted a dog, it was rabid. They’d spend hours at a time waking up the neighbors just laughing at how outrageous they could make the faults.

Now that they were older, and now that Y/n was gone, JJ seemed to forget about the rules of the game.

He stumbled back, all air caught in his throat. He lost the crown, and he’d lost his girl, and now, here his biological father was with a knife twisted deep into his abdomen, pulling it out with a sickening crunch.

Kiara pleaded for him to keep fighting, her hands on the wound in a way that reminded him of the way he desperately pressed against Y/n’s all those weeks ago. Her cries were just as desperate, and they were just as fuzzy.

JJ now felt thankful he let her go peacefully, because living through the pain was insufferable, and he knew it would have been cruel to make her fight it any longer.

He cried a little, but he wasn’t sad. No, he was happy, even as Kiara screamed for Pope and John B, begging for help that would do no good because just like his precious Y/n, there was no way home and no help in sight.

He let out a hiccup, and his eyes focused on her brown ones as his vision cleared for a moment, the sting turning into a familiar burn.

“Kie, I never told you my wish.” He smiled, and she shook her head.

“No, Jayj, come on, you gotta fight it. I can’t lose you too.” She pleaded, and it was like he wasn’t even listening as he kept choking out words.

“I already got what I wished for.” He smiled.

All he ever wanted was a home, and though every sacred place he ever had to call that were short lived and destroyed, he had found it in the people who loved him, and the people he loved.

JJ wished for so much more than anyone thought, and he’d gotten all of it.

He had you at one point, and he was eternally grateful for every hug he ever received from your loving arms. He had Pope and John B, who made him laugh like no one else ever could, his ribs sore and his stomach shaking. Kiara and Sarah kept him grounded. He was grateful for how much they cared, how safe he felt around them. He knew he would miss his best friends more than anything else, he would miss them like family, because thats what they were.

The Pogues were his family, and his family was his home.

JJ wished for one last thing with the crown as the darkness took him. He slipped away from his body, his head lulling to the side as Kiara shook him, but he wasn’t there anymore, and he wasn’t afraid because there she was.

Kneeling beside Kiara and she didn’t even know, there she was, her sweet smile and her pretty eyes. She was holding both Kiara’s hand, and his hand, nothing more than wind to them on the ground, but now JJ could see her, and now he could hold her.

“Y/n? Cupcake?” He breathed out with a smile, the luckiest man in the world, even if his toes didn’t physically touch the dirt or the sand anymore.

“Jay…” She smiled back, a sweet sound falling past her lips, and it was simply half of his name.

As his arms wrapped around her tightly, his nose buried into her shoulder. It felt good to know that he would never have to let her go again, and that someday, his friends would have the same pleasure of holding him again too.

JJ’s wish had been a little greedy, because in addition to what he was already granted, he wished to be with Y/n again.

He guess he never really specified how but hey, wishes really do come true.

[meguwumibear]

Give Us Each Day

pairing: wolfwood x reader word count: 1,300

This is just a short little drabble I wrote because I literally cannot stop thinking about Nicholas D. Wolfwood and wanted to explore his character a bit. Ignore the pacing and any errors/typos lol I don’t think there are any spoilers about anything in this, but i do briefly touch on Wolfwood’s past and his connection to the Eye of Michael. 

The thing about people is they aren’t capable of change.

Wolfwood has seen enough of No Man’s Land and its citizens to understand this. It’s a dog eat dog, big fish eat little fish world out there. Humans are lost causes. Especially adults. They sin and they sin and they sin.

Maybe children are exempt from this. Maybe not. He tries not to think too hard about his own childhood, about what he did and did not have.

He did not have parents. Or, rather, he had no relationship with them. He understands that for him to have been born, one of the planet’s many deadbeat duds must have knocked someone up. Jesus himself was half flesh and blood on Mary’s side. No one can escape a mother’s womb. So, yeah, okay, someone conceived and gave birth to him, but that’s about all his parents are to him. A sperm donor and an incubator. Nothing more.

What he did have was siblings. Lots of them. Brothers and sisters from December and neighboring towns. He was the eldest of all the children at the orphanage. He did what he could to look out for the others, sleeping in their beds with them when they had nightmares, teaching them how to whistle, kissing their fucking booboos. For a while, Wolfwood thinks that he was born to be a brother. And maybe he was. Maybe on a different planet, in a different universe, the ships don’t crash and a brother is all he ever has to be.

On this planet though, he becomes something else entirely. An orphan. A priest. A punisher.

Wolfwood is only human after all, despite everything, including all the fucking drugs the doctor pumped him full of. He forgets sometimes just how young he really is. So many of his formative years passed him in an instance. He just grew and grew and grew into the monster man he is today.

A man made monster. A monster made man. Or are those two things one and the same?

He gets confused sometimes. Can’t understand the difference. Perhaps a monster is a type of man or a man a type of monster. They’re related somehow. They must be. He knows this because he is both. Or at least both of those two creatures live symbiotically inside him.

That’s why the Eye of Michael sends him on these types of missions; that’s why they sent him on this mission: he is a monstrosity and a mortal. The best person for this particular job. To guide and protect Knives’ precious baby brother until Vash is ripe for the taking. Knives says they call his brother Vash the Humanoid Typhoon, but to Wolfwood he’s just an ignorant lamb inching closer to slaughter.

The Eye may call him the Punisher, but this job makes him feel more like a shepherd.

He hasn’t found the Typhoon yet. There are too many leads to follow. Towns are filled with unfounded rumors and listless gossip. No one seems to know what Vash even looks like. Some people think he’s twelve feet tall. Other people think he has a mohawk.

Wolfwood knows this all to be false because he knows exactly what Vash looks like. He’s seen him—or rather he’s seen his monozygotic twin. Vash will look exactly like Knives in another man’s clothes. He’s been preparing himself for the sight.

With no end to this wild goose chase in sight, Wolfwood stops at a saloon. The townsfolk here seem to think that Vash passed through two nights ago, but the place is in too good of shape for that to be true. Good shape in No Man’s Land is relative of course, but there’s no way a typhoon hit this city. All the buildings are still standing, crooked and cracked from the dry desert air.

He’s a heavy weight. He thinks it has something to do with the drug they shoot him up with. It helps his cells heal or regenerate or some shit. It takes more liquor than it should to get him drunk which means blacking out is a luxury he can’t afford. He’s five beers deep before he finally starts to feel a little buzzed.

Days he’s more man than monster, he plays a little game with himself. He finds someone who looks like they could be his mother or father and makes up a story about their lives after they abandoned him. He imagines they get rich selling water. He imagines they lost everything in a drought. He wonders if it was worth it. He supposes life’s always easier with one less mouth to feed.

Tonight he feels a bit more monster than man. The hunt is starting to get to him. He’s down to his last cigarette and if he doesn’t find Vash soon Knives will inevitably send him on a job he’ll hate more than this one. The waiting makes him feel itchy. Or maybe that’s just the nicotine withdraw.

“Need a light?”

He hasn’t lit the cigarette yet. Just has it tucked between his lips. He’s been chewing on the tip of it a bit—a bad habit he developed once he started smoking, but hey it kept him away from his fingernails.

“Please,” he says. He’s got his own lighter tucked away in his jacket pocket. It’s unclear to him which part of him makes him lie. Could be the man, could be the monster. In his experience, they both get quite lonely.

You strike up a match and hold it out for him. He leans in, cups a hand around the flame and inhales. The acrid taste of something burned and bitter fills his lungs. This has always felt right to him. The burning. Fire is just as cleansing as water.

“You a drifter?”

“What gave me away?” he asks.

You smile as you grab his empty bottles. “You’re a priest, right? Town priest skipped out ages ago. Said the land was forsaken and that nothing holy could grow here. Interesting last words considering he was the one doing the all forsaking. There’s holiness here. In the sand and sky and people.”

Wolfwood slides the cigarette out from between his lips and exhales a bit of smoke.

“What gave me away,” he asks again, flicking soot onto the table.

You shoot him a look, eyebrows raised. “Who else would carry around a cross like that?”

He hums. “Didn’t see a church on my way in.”

You’re smiling again. “You’re sitting in it. After the father skipped out it was converted to this saloon. People can take communion any time now. Not just during Sunday prayer.”

Someone at the back of the bar calls your name, yells something to you about doing your job, so you finish clearing away his table with a roll of your eyes.

A few minutes later, you bring him a beer that he didn’t ask for and certainly isn’t going to pay for.

“You devout? You looking for me to say some kind of prayer?”

You shake your head and laugh. “Oh no, I’m not a believer. Just doing my job. Gotta keep my patrons happy. Drink up.”

He wraps his hand around the bottle. It’s warm. Condensation has gathered on it’s slick surface. He swipes at it with a thumb. “I think I’ve had my fair share of alcohol. Was thinking of graduating to something headier.”

“Oh,” you say, resting your elbows against the table. “And just what were you thinking of graduating to?”

Wolfwood feels the smirk form on his face, wide and toothy and dangerous. You’re a distraction from his mission, but he can’t ignore the yearnings of the man and monster inside of him. Right now their desires align. Right now they’re hungry. Right now they want.

“You.”

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Live Imaginarythingys React ep2

I accidentally finished this book in just two days, so here is the second and final part of Dark Rise by C. S. Pacat! SPOILER ALERT FROM HERE!

The Hall sounds SO MUCH like the Shadowhunters Academy! All the training, the test, the shieldmates (like parabatais), and even a Cup that gives you special power which might also kill you on site? You can convince me otherwise

Do people not find it weird that Will is called to all the dark things. (I might have found a little bit of spoiler but also it’s quite obvious)

“Better a Lion than a lamb to the slaughter” 🔥🔥🔥

They even have a sword-like thing that makes you speak truth when holding it it’s so The Mortal Sword coded

Had to say I figured James was a Steward, but the son thing is a pretty nice touch.

I like it so much when characters are sassy in chains. Makes me think of that scene with Laurent in the cell where later he will hurl a chair at a man with a stab wound on his shoulder.

OKAY! IT’S NOT A DRILL! WE’VE HIT THE PART WHERE THE FAN ARTS ARE ABOUT!!!

Okay, so the Cup is more like the Infernal Cup. Still very Shadowhunter-y though.

“Maybe fighting is knowing there’s darkness in you, and still choosing to do what’s right” 🔥🔥

I’ve seen too many movie scenes where people stare at each other and start getting closer to kiss. This is the first time I’ve seen it happening through words.

Okay so all that happened. Well damn.

No way the second most dangerous person just got out of a cell because some guy’s in love with him. wtf.

Read too much too fast I forgot to write things down. But oKAY WHOA Dark King, sadist much?

Well well well isn’t it our old friend Plot Twist… Except I kinda saw that coming. Eh. Well.

But well DAMN Katherine didn’t have to DIE! Of course I know now this leaves room for James but still… ouch.

I SAID I LIKE BIG REVEALS BUT IT DOES NOT MEAN THE WILL NOT TELLING OTHER PEOPLE WHAT HE IS THING! I HATE THIS KIND OF BIG (future) REVEAL!

Oh well that’s a wrap on Dark Rise. Not the most exciting book I’ve read, definitely not Captive Prince, and not the most original story… but I like how I don’t know what will happen in the next book, I guess we shall see.

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[inviouswriting]

Mornings

Simeon x Reader

pure tooth rotting fluff no smut. Going on after the pajama card. Too cute to not have a continuation somewhere. 

So spoilers if you’re not up to date with that story devilgram.

Size differences. I like writing short with taller. Maybe another mini series.

I might follow up with another story. Or make this where things began for the others.

You thought you would get sleep after settling into Simeon’s arms, he had other ideas. You feel warm when you are pressed closer to him, thankful the bell ornaments were removed for comfortable cuddling. And you discover he is a whole body cuddler.

There hasn’t been a part of you that isn’t entangled in his arms or legs, he had hooked his legs with yours, one over you, it was as if he was getting as close as possible. Even resting his face just on top of yours cheek to cheek. Any movement was met with a kiss to your cheek or over your face.

You honestly wouldn’t trade your position with anyone, or be anywhere else. He trusts so much in you, that even if others caught on, they wouldn’t say anything until you and Simeon came out on your feelings together.

Simeon finds one of your hands to hold, you shyly allow him to splay his hand with yours, how much of his hand is bigger than yours. You hum happily when he pulls his head back to press another kiss to your face.

“Not sleepy still?” Hushed whisper from Simeon, you can almost see his eyes glow from the pale light that makes its way into the room. You shift the arm underneath you to snake underneath Simeon, and he moves closer into your arms as you take the one he had been holding to nuzzle into his arms better.

“Sleepy, but was uncomfortable there, now I’m better.” A laugh from him, when you meet his eyes, you both stop. His face you could tell he is blushing with the way his eyes look to the side, as if what he is doing isn’t allowed. You lean in and press a kiss to a cheek, this draws his attention back to you.

“For every kiss you give me, I’ll need to give you more.” Simeon says as he presses one back, mirroring you with on the other side of your face. You feel mischievous and press a kiss on his lips, you are instantly met with his back. You hug him tighter to you, afraid he’ll slip away if you don’t hold him as tight as he is you.

You do forgive him for cheating the others on the straws, if you had, had to have chosen who to be with you would have gladly chosen Simeon. Simeon takes up your free hand again closing his hand almost on yours. Holding your left hand, you feel his fingers trace your ring finger.

The feeling of his fingers drawing circles around it, it is sweet. You could tell something is heavy on his mind. His eyes seem to be transfixed on yours, like he is watching you, but with so many things he wants to say, but is unsure how to word them. Funny how a writer can lose their words like this.

“Something on your mind?” You cut through the fog in his head, bringing him back to you. The fingers that were rubbing along your ring finger lace with your fingers instead.

“Always something on my mind. How much I want this to never end, how I want this night to stand still and allow us more to explore our feelings. How I don’t want to sleep and miss a single second of being with you like this. How I’d love to be the one to place a ring here and keep you forever.” His thumb taps your ring finger. You only smile at him, pressing your forehead to his.

“We might wake up later than everyone, but would you like to stay up till we can’t keep our eyes open?” 

“I’d love that. Do you want to talk more? or...” His eyes lower down to your lips then back. The idea of a kiss, you smile as you close the distance. Simeon tilts your head up to meet him. Every kiss is felt with so much meaning, from chaste at first to deep exploring kisses. If he wasn’t wearing the onesie you might see how far these affections allow.

You feel his hands glide over everywhere they reach, pushing you closer to him, you entangling your legs again with his, a knee from him pressed between your own legs. Your hands card through his hair entangling and messing it up more. You feel alot rising in you till you both part from the deeper kiss breathless.

Simeon presses more, he couldn’t stop wanting to feel your kiss with his own. This goes on till Simeon pulls the last kiss away, a deeper blush on his face than you recognize.

“We should sleep, I’m afraid if we keep going... I’m not ready to cross that threshold yet.” You understand what he means, so you settle into his arms feeling more tired than earlier when you first laid down in his arms. You realized he has kept to his word. His arms have been around you from the start. A small realization that makes you smile into his chest where you try to hear his racing heartbeat from all the kisses.

“I love you too, Simeon.” You say, remembering you hadn’t said it back when he first said it earlier that evening. The smile you feel against the top of your head widens.

“Would you have any qualms... about staying another night then?” You know the brothers will have a fit, they had one when you went to Purgatory Hall in the beginning. They can miss you for another night.

“Hmm... want to be like this again?” You ask, knowing the answer.

“I want to be like this every day. Would you give me another night then? Let me be a bit more selfish?”

“How is it selfish when we’re in love?” His arms tighten around you.

“I suppose it isn’t.” Amusement in his whispers.

“Then I’ll stay another night. I’ll have to go get another set of clothes though. Unless you have something for me to wear.” 

“I.. um.. I think I have something for you to wear at night.” You could tell he is blushing again.

“Or... perhaps I don’t need anything.” His eyes go wide, and you feel yourself being pressed to the bed.

“Hmm... I am sure there is a sin for tempting an angel like this.” Simeon plays off his being.

“Hmm but I see a panther, not an angel.” It clicks in his head.

“Be careful, panthers can eat little lambs.” He lowers down to press a playful bite on an ear.

“So scary! I think I might want the angel to keep me safe.” This has you both laughing, at hidden promises. You settle down in his arms when he lays down and guides you to lay in his arms, keeping you warm and safe.

“I’ll protect you then.”

“And I’ll keep your heart safe.” 

“I’m suppose to say that little lamb.”

“But you already keep me safe. Right here.” He rests his cheek on top of yours again.

“Okay. We should sleep now.” His heart feels full in the moment. You fall asleep feeling safe and warm, not missing the small kiss on your forehead, or the mini declaration made.

[writerfae]

Valentine’s Writing Tag

I was tagged by @sleepy-night-child, thanks so much ^^

Making an open tag out of this for everyone who wants to do it! :)

I’ll warn you beforehand, I kinda went insane and put all my wips into this. Questions under the cut cause I’m no sadist (hope it’ll work)

1. Which of your characters have some romantic chemistry?

As for The Knights Of The Alder: Henry and Callan, Talon and Aiden, lowkey Halea and Maya

also from my other wips: Charlie and Xander (P:SW), Nalia and Alisha (P:SW), Arthur and Will (A Summer at Cotton Bay), Damian and Magdalena (A Study of Lambs and Wolves)

2. Which of your characters do you think readers will ship?

All of the above for obvious reasons, at least I sure hope so.

I know for a fact that people ship Talon and Aiden (good) or Henry and Callan (yes) and honestly

I’d be disappointed if people won’t go insane about Xander and Charlie or Arthur and Will (the latter because if people wouldn’t ship them it would mean I suck at writing romance, which I do to be fair but I hope I wouldn’t fail at it that bad).

Also I think in P:SW people would sorta ship Nalia with Rafael, though I think of them as a solely platonic relationship.

Same goes for Ben and Lucian from A Study of Lambs and Wolves. Their relationship could possibly be seen both romantically and platonically. I, too, kinda ship them, but also like them as a platonic relationship a lot. (Lil spoiler, when Ben becomes a vampire too, him and Lucian become mates, but in my wip a vampire’s mate doesn’t necessarily have to be their romantic partner, just a person they love and that loves them in any kind of way)

3. Which of your characters are slated to be an endgame relationship?

No one in The Knights of the Alder, since there’s no romance happening in this story (it’s about other kinds of love okay don’t look at me like that). I pretty much consider Talon and Aiden endgame, but they’ll only get together after the happenings of the story so it doesn’t really count.

Obviously in my love story Will and Arthur will be an endgame relationship, that’s the whole point of A Summer at Cotton Bay (they’ll end up pursuing the ultimate life goal: becoming gay farmers)

In P:SW Charlie and Xander are endgame, and maybe Nalia and Alisha too (haven’t decided that yet)

4. Are there any established relationships in your WIPs? If so, how did they meet?

Yesss. Callan and Henry of course. They met in the forest when they were six, Callan was paying the human world a visit and waited for the return of his nurse when he saw Henry playing alone in the forest (Aiden wasn’t even born yet, that’s how long the two knew each other). They got along well and since that day Callan regularly snuck away to spend time with Henry. About ten years later they ended up officially dating.

The other wip of mine with an established relationship is A Study of Lambs and Wolves. It’s Lucian’s father Damian and his wife Magdalena. They met when Magda, who just ran away from home, was being threatened by two men in the forest and Damian helped her. Or rather he wanted too, but Magda was already helping herself by fending those men off with a kitchen knife. Understandably, Damian was instantly in love. He later took her in and she stayed with him.

5. What’s your dream love confession scene between your characters?

Oh I have to say I think more about first kisses and proposals then actual confessions of love, also because I know I’ll never write a confession as good as the one in my favorite book.

I still daydream about oc love confessions sometimes though xD And when I do I love the fluffiest sorts of love confessions there are, but also very angsty ones. Like one person loving the other in silence for years and then the person they love dies and they realize they never even got to tell them their true feelings (I may or may not have tried out this scenario with Taiden in one of my daydreams).

Of course now that I am asked to name a favorite scenario, my brain headed out for its lunch break and I can’t think of anything xD

Let’s go with love confessions I already did plan instead to make up for it 🙈

I have probably told this many times but you will hear it again how Callan and Henry ended up confessing to each other because I really like it. Of course it wasn’t a straight out “I like you.” from either of them but rather during an “argument” (like we love it). Henry told Callan how everyone expects him to marry that girl from his village and Callan said that maybe he really should do it (boy was crushing hard on Henry but he thought maybe it would be the best for Henry to stay with another human that can give him what he can’t).

That made Henry kinda angry and he told him “I don’t want a wife or kids or a stupid life in the village I only ever wanted you.” and Callan was pretty much dying inside. He told Henry that he only wants him to be happy to which Henry replied “how can you think I could possibly be happy without you” and well what can I say Callan just had to kiss him right then and there and that’s how they first confessed (they did have a proper talk at one point though). Okay technically Callan already kinda confessed when they were children but that doesn’t count because they were too young to know what it meant.

And Modern AU Talon and Aiden confessed solely on accident and I love that. They were becoming close friends and both were secretly crushing on the other and while Aiden became a lot more affectionate, Talon was scared of his own feelings and distanced himself from Aiden. Now Aiden isn’t an idiot and he noticed Talon avoiding him and confronted him which sorta ended in them bickering and arguing (there’s a pattern here I noticed) and in the end they pretty much yelled out their feelings for each other and then just blushed and stared at each other like “wtf just happened”. Which is fun.

And for my boys from A Summer at Cotton Bay I planned a cheesy yet dramatic confession like Will saying goodbye before he goes back to London and Arthur letting him go only for one of them running to the other later and then confessing their feelings for the other and being like “I won’t let you go” (preferably out in the rain or something xD)

So yeah. This is probably more than you ever asked for, I’m sorry. But this was really fun to do, so thank you again for the tag <3

[komoryriku]

Queering KH Part 3: A JoshNeku Aside

An Example In Practice

If you already feel like you understand queer coding then you can skip this but I wanna play here for a minute x). KH as a series is rather subliminal in its queer coding, which makes sense since it was originally released in 2002, which meant its gay story would need to be highly censored. As such, I don’t wanna just jump in without giving you a clear sense of how to decode a queer text and what you’ll wanna look for when queering a text. So let’s do something super fun and easy as fuck. Let’s Queer Joshua! As if he doesn't do that himself already lmao

Joshua Kiryuu is one of my favorite characters- ever lol he is so shameless in how gay he is. But I’m getting ahead of myself here, let’s go back to how we’re gonna decode Joshua as gay. 

So Joshua Kiryuu is a- character in The World Ends With You (TWEWY), a game developed by the same team as Kingdom Hearts, and creatively produced by KH’s Nomura Tetsuya himself. Spoilers ahead btw.

Just from looking at him, he isn’t necessarily gay coded. He looks like your stereotypical angelic bishonen but as I said before, that doesn’t mean anything in Japan. Only an American like me would look at this guy and say “This asshole is one dangerous twink” lol. What you should know about TWEWY however is it is a very contemporary fantasy story about dead kids in Shibuya receiving game instructions from (gay) reapers in the form of memes on their cell phones. This may be a stretch, but Nomura’s KH team already has to keep in mind how things come off to American audiences, especially with a game like this so targeted to teens. As such, I suppose it could be worth considering that Joshua was designed to be so feminine looking, on top of everything else I’m about to drop, which would make him seem gay coded to American players. Him displaying feminine behavior in the form of constant wrist flicks sure wouldn’t go unnoticed in America either… intentional or not that’s top tier gay coding in ‘merica right there. But like I said, probably meaningless by Japanese standards.

Here is what clear coding IS given to us though: Joshua’s text.

Joshua spends a whole scene demanding he be given Pink for his code-color during this cute little kid adventure he’s a part of. A menial, fun little task for Kami-Sama in his off time lol.

Pink is also typically a feminine color. This is true in Japan as well, that’s why Eri and Kairi are covered in Pink, as they are femme and it is standard for a girly girl. In America, its also a gay code, though I can’t say for sure if that counts as one Japan. The fact that a male here is actively embracing Pink for his code color still signals a non-normative personality though. And they certainly recognized its place in romantic coded symbolism:

“Blue and Pink go together.” Blue being Neku. See below.

I love reappropriating heteronormative tropes for our own gay agenda~

Joshua insists on going into the tunnel with Neku, and flirts with him in doing so. Yes you heard me, he flirts. Serious or unserious, Joshua flirts with Neku. He says he could never live with himself if he let Neku go it alone, and proposes they “spend some quality time” together.

Shiki and Beat then make the flustered comment that they didn’t realize Joshua and Neku were a couple, embarrassing Neku but amusing Joshua who leans right into it by calling him “dear.” This coding might actually be too easy lol that’s almost just gay text in itself, really. The characters insinuate that Joshua and Neku are a couple, due to Joshua’s unabashed flirting with Neku, and Joshua never once shies away from it. 

Neku’s response might leave us rather unsure of his own sexuality or feelings about Joshua, but he hardly fights the assumption they’re a couple beyond angrily shaking his fist at how Joshua just embarrassed him. But even so, either way, Joshua never once gives us a reason to think he himself is not gay, even if he isn’t interested in Neku as a partner. (Play TWEWY so you can learn about how likely it is that Neku actually likes Joshua back though 8)). Joshua should be well aware of how gay he is coming off to these people so if he cared to follow heteronormative rules, he would’ve stopped by now if he wanted to. He clearly doesn’t want to lol. Near-explicit as this may be, it is still text that depended on the Blue x Pink coding of romantic archetypes to be discussed by the characters. The only thing working against the fact that Joshua is gay is that you could argue that Joshua is just flirting with Neku to make him uncomfortable… But even as Yoshiya-, a Lamb of a Boy, a Joshua with no godliness or memories of TWEWY, the meek version of himself, -Joshua is still trying to read Neku poetry as soon as they meet. Reading poetry to someone is typically a signal or code that this character likes that person.

If these two were a boy and a girl, there would be no doubt at this point that Joshua is highly attracted to Neku. Always remember that standard in coding. If it makes sense for a boy and a girl to be romantic based on the coding, then it should and surely will make as much sense for 2 boys to be romantic with the same coding. If Shiki were to read Neku a poem, heteronormativity would assume she likes him romantically. Now, remove that heteronormative lens. If Joshua were to read Neku a poem, queer coding should tell you that Joshua likes Neku romantically.

It’s simple math. Straight: a+b=c Gay: a+b=c Straight: Shiki + poetry = Crush on Neku Gay: Joshua + poetry = Crush on Neku

The only difference being that the gay equations go unrecognized most of the time lol. Shiki is also coded as a lesbian so I hope you can forgive me for just using her as a hetero example.;;

Just as blue and pink go together with male and female, so do they go together with male and male. Blue and Pink are still kinda heterosexual-based symbols though..

But you know what IS definitely a gay symbol? 

Rainbow.

As if there were any doubts left about where Joshua’s sexuality lies, he gave us the most damning symbol possible besides explicitly kissing Neku or screaming “I’m Gay”, censors be damned. After all Joshua’s fuss about demanding to be Pink in their group’s color coding, he sees a Rainbow pin and IMMEDIATELY demands to be the Rainbow Pin. MVP Chef Doi making the rainbow pin just for Joshua specifically is so sweet too<3

And that’s not even covering the subtext about Joshua in the rest of TWEWY, (I didn’t even mention the Ramen Date he took Neku on), or even in Dream Drop Distance (didn’t comment on the longing he expresses to be with his friends, to be with Neku again). These are just some of the most explicit codings I know of for him. Hopefully you can agree with me when I say in the end, despite how much straight players might try to dismiss Joshua as gay, it is honestly just easier to believe he is gay, loves being gay, and actively wants to be with Neku. 

So now we’ve gotten through the preliminary, back to KH. The reasonI had us do that is that Kingdom Hearts, while still very gay, relies a lot harder on subtext than Joshua gives enough of a fuck to bother with. So I wanted to exercise us in some easy coding that is much harder to get past a straight pair of eyes before going into KH in which trained eyes are a greater requirement for finding and analyzing the subtext in various places. Fret not though, because this is Kingdom Heart’s secret weapon: the overt gay is so well hidden that the straight people who would cancel the gay agenda simply Cannot see it. Cannot touch it. Cannot stop it. Thankfully, WE will have the tools and power to uncover the gay subtext within. Now let’s deep dive into Kingdom Hearts.~

See you in Part 4 for Dream Drop Distance fun~

[star-veil]

Hey 😊 Hope you're doing okay in these troubling times. I saw your inbox is open for witcher requests. How about a soft Jaskier x wolf pack where Eskel feels really self conscious about the scars on his face and Jaskier, Geralt and Lambert show him just how much they love him regardless? Can be fluffy or smutty (or both, whichever you're more comfortable writing). I'm just a sucker for soft Eskel ♥️

Ugh Eskel deserves so much love <3 Thank you for this prompt! CW for self-loathing and consciousness about one’s scars Contains some spoilers for tw1 regarding Deidre and Eskel’s story

He ran a calloused palm down the side of his face until it obscured the jagged river of scars that cut from just above his eyebrow to his chin. It wasn’t like he was the only Witcher with scars. Geralt had his- unmistakable over his left eye and cutting over his forehead, and of course Lambert had his set of scars crossing his right eye not unlike Eskel’s. But Lambert’s, Geralt’s were from monsters. Part of the job. Come winter Geralt and Lambert would show off new scars in the hot springs, bragging about their latest kill. Eskel’s scar held no such pride. 

After all, he could never be as good a father as Geralt. When Geralt brought Ciri to Kaer Morhen, Eskel couldn’t help a heavy pang of guilt thinking of his own abandoned Child Surprise. The girl he tried so hard to avoid, who he wanted so badly not to ever have to take responsibility for. Was this scar destiny’s way of punishing him for ignoring her for so long? He never knew what became of Deidre after that terrible night. So filled with blood, with terrible memories. She had tried to reach out to him, just once, but he had been too filled with bitterness and pain to requite. He burned her letter without opening the seal. He felt that fire severed the last bond that tied him to Deidre, but he’d always wear the scar to remind him. 

-

It should have been a clean cut. But combined with his Child Surprise’s frightened and shaky hand, and Lambert’s shitty stitching, it came out ragged and more akin to a disfigurement than a battle scar. Lambert didn’t really apologize- he didn’t do apologizing- but when Vesemir pulled out the stitches the youngest wolf winced and told him (with the tension of lies in his voice) that it didn’t look half bad.

Eskel took one look in a mirror and decided it looked full bad. 

He spent the rest of his life shying away from mirrored surfaces, withstanding shocked and disgusted looks from whores and contractors alike, and having to deal with the unspoken pity of his brothers when they came home every winter. Eventually, though, they seemed to forget. As if that scar had always been there. It felt nice, not to be looked at with horror. 

There was one time, though, that Lambert came to him after a night of light drinking and stood before him with a pained look as if he was being slowly gutted. Being emotionally vulnerable was always hard for the little wolf. 

“Just so you know,” Lambert forced out. “I think it looks badass.”

Eskel blinked at him. “What does?”

“Your-” he gestured at Eskel’s face. “My ugly fucking stitching, it looks cool. Like a burn scar. I dunno, just thought you should know. Isn’t as bad as you think.”

“Thank you, Lambert, but I don’t-”

“Shut up, man. Don’t make this weird,” Lambert said, as if Eskel was the one making this weird. “You’re always touchin’ your face when you’re anxious and I don’t think you know how it really looks. Intimidating, like you could kill a man just by staring at him too hard. Looks like a battle scar.”

Eskel flushed bright red. He wasn’t lying. His voice was loose, truthful. “I appreciate that.” He murmured, and Lambert scowled. 

“Don’t think I’m getting soft on you, bastard. I’m still kicking your ass in training tomorrow.”

“Wouldn’t expect any less, Lamb.”

-

He still thought he was a monster.

Until Jaskier came along.

Jaskier laid eyes on him and Eskel readied himself for shock. For revolt. For the stench of fear and sick that wafted off of everyone around him but went unspoken and unsaid. Jaskier, instead, smelled sweet as honeysuckle and smiled at him so bright he could outshine the sun. 

By then, he had worked out his feelings with Lambert and Geralt. The three of them cared for each other more than just companions, more than just fellow wolves. The word love was scary and difficult to say, but they all thought it. They all meant it. 

Jaskier came late to the relationship but attached himself to the three of them nonetheless and absolutely showered them in love. Eskel was not exempt.

The bard cornered Eskel in the courtyard while he was taking a break from practicing on his own. Jaskier sat himself down beside the wolf, took his face in his deft hands, and stared at him. 

“Jaskier?” Eskel asked softly, wishing to pull away and out of his gaze. He didn’t want to be so seen. 

“Eskel.” His little bird responded brightly, still examining Eskel’s face in awe. 

“What are you doing?”

“You’re a work of art.”

Oh, okay, Eskel was going to melt. 

“C’mon, Jask, speak plainly.” He chided softly, looking away from Jaskier’s soft blue eyes. 

“Okay. You’re pretty.” He said simply, diving forward to kiss the tip of the wolf’s nose. “You’re pretty here,” he kissed his left cheek. “And here,” his forehead. “Here,” over one eye. “And here.” Upon his scar. 

“It’s not pretty, sweetheart. It’s... violent.” He tried to brush off his little bird’s love-laden compliments. 

“Nonsense. I love every bit of you, scarred, not scarred...” Jaskier leaned even closer and he could feel his warm breath against his cheek. “You’re very strong to wear your scar so bravely. My pretty boy.”

Yeah, Eskel was lovestruck.

-

Geralt didn’t use words often. That was okay. Eskel liked the silence. 

The white wolf had Eskel’s head in his lap as he read and he was thumbing through his hair, scratching gently as his scalp and quirking his lips in a smile whenever Eskel would emit a low purr.

He worked his fingers over the nape of Eskel’s neck, where he made the loudest rumbling noises, and then over his shoulder-blades where he worked out tight knots and tension from hunting and fighting all year. 

“Turn over, dear heart.” Geralt prompted. “I want to see your face.”

Eskel complied. He blinked a little as he stared up at Geralt, smiling all soft and sweet- and it reminded Eskel of the first time they’d kissed. Geralt had the best smile. 

Geralt’s thumb brushed over Eskel’s scar unexpectedly and he startled, freezing up and turning his head away. 

“I’m sorry.” Geralt said instantly, taking his hand away and setting it on his lap instead. “Do you need me to stop?”

Eskel didn’t want that. He’d been startled, is all. He craved that kind of tender touch. 

“No, do it again, but slow.”

And he did. He traced up and down Eskel’s scar, over his eyebrow and then back down to his chin. Eskel purred. Geralt mapped out every blemish and torn pieces of skin as fragile as glass, like he were brushing his fingers over a priceless statue. Worshipped his flawed features like he were beautiful. And maybe, Eskel thought as he closed his eyes and let himself sink into the contentedness of being loved, maybe if his lovers saw him this way... maybe his scar wasn’t so bad after all. 

[geekgemsspooksandtoons]

Why Bioshock Rebirth Part 3 won’t be a thing for a while

Guessing that title will work. I think considering now and on this day. There isn’t much else to do. I’m finally gonna talk about this. This is gonna be a long one. I’ll think about adding a keep reading thing as I make this. 

If any of you are a Bioshock fan or follow me. Or whatever else. I have this reimagining AU named Bioshock Rebirth. It has people who like it. There are mainly three parts on my mind. 

Part 1 and 2 basically deal with Rapture. Which are basically a reimagining of the main stories of Bioshock 1 and 2. With the events of Minerva’s Den being the epilogue. Part 3 from my mindset would deal with something outside Rapture. But I’ll talk about that later.

Yet I feel like to me. The reason I am not wanting to make a part 3 as soon as possible. Because it’s really tricky for me. I think I’ll just make the points and what my plans possibly were. Including I am gonna publicly reveal what my version of Zachary Hale Comstock would of been. Which is may be the most craziest decision. Whether people like it or not.

Now I just finished this post. I’ll put the tag after I write this. I will reveal I have a Bendy reimagining AU on my mind. But I want Dark Revival to come out soon. Which is why I don’t wanna focus more time on part 3. Along with other things. I feel proud or so with my work on Rebirth. I’m glad people love this AU/reimagining of Bioshock I made. :) So I will add the keep reading option. Now here is my detailed development of part 3. Not everything about it is there. But it’s a lot.

1. Part 3 would of taken 5 years after Bioshock Rebirth parts 1 and 2. Parts 1 and 2 took place in 2002. While part 3 takes place in 2007. Meaning the character ages have changed.

Basically Archie Wynand is 28. Elizabeth Comstock is 24. Brigid Tenenbaum is 40. Eleanor Lamb is 22. Even though Archie/Jack and Eleanor had her their ages sped up by people. With Archie being 10 and Eleanor being 12. But again there ages were sped up. Also the Little Sisters and Big Sisters that have been rescued have grown up too.

It depends on what characters would return. Like Delta/Johnny being 42. Daisy being 34. Booker being 43. Considering it’s not in Rapture. I don’t know if many characters would of returned. Yet that’s because I didn’t start writing possibly the main story for part 3. In case if anyone is worried. Many of the Vox Populi are fine. They must of moved on with their lives with Rapture sadly being a mess.

2. From what I get. The main story again was outside of Rapture. I seemed to be going with my old ideas I had for this AU. A public Rapture or the idea of Rebirth’s version of Columbia.

Considering Rebirth was born from the mistakes and retcons of Burial At Sea breaking the multiverse. Basically me disowning, shaming, yet acknowledging that DLC. So the idea I seem to be going with is that Columbia is the aftermath and America trying to make their own kind of Rapture. A public Rapture in a way for tourists. Something kind of like Jurassic Park.

Yet I don’t think it would be fully in the sky. It would be an island on water. With possibly Rapture under it. They built it over Rapture. 

Again Columbia is like America’s pale imitation of Rapture. With Rapture being discovered by America. Basically making profit off of it. Despite how tragic the results of Rapture of.

3. More on the main story. I think what it would be or as of now is Archie, Elizabeth, Brigid, and Eleanor going to Columbia or America’s public Rapture to stop Comstock. Considering this city has become a mess. The original idea is that it some how became worse than the tragedy of Rapture. 

With Big Daddies and Little Sisters being legalized. And Splicers or so possibly becoming more I guess crazy. With an old or possible dark idea of a Splicer eating out of a Little Sisters neck. Yet that’s really dark and just me showcasing some how this place became worse than the original Rapture.

4. Vigor’s in Rebirth would of been America’s knockoffs and pale imitation of Rapture’s Plasmid’s being reworked by Jeremiah Fink to make them more accessible so that you don’t have to inject them into your wrists. You could just simply drink them. 

Basically again they are strangely knockoffs and pale imitations in a way.

Shock Jockey is Electro Bolt. Devil’s Kiss is Incinerate. Bucking Bronco is Telekinesis. While some are again knockoffs. But some are original being the other Vigor’s.

But considering an idea from my anonymous friend who has helped me with this AU. With them mentioning well I’ll copy what they said instead. I’ll put the “ around it.

“Ironic considering the stereotype about most of the world's products being inferior knockoffs made in China. I can imagine that Fink's imitation of Rapture's products might be even more unscrupulous and dangerous compared to the original versions in Rapture, as the greater capitalist system intersects with the small-scale capitalism of that city.”

5. To be honest and I want to get this out of the way. The reason I am not making part 3 right away. Because I want to see if the leaks about Cloud Chamber’s Bioshock 4 are really true. Spoilers.

Basically the leaks being about that Rapture seemed to have been discovered. Now London is at war with ADAM being used. You play as a character named Lucas with other characters like Eleanor Lamb joining you. I want to see if this is all true. So I can see how Cloud Chamber interpreted of how the world would react to a city like Rapture. 

While there are folks who have made criticisms about people discovering Rapture being the end of the world. Basically being critical about the Bioshock series going in a Resident Evil like direction. Which I can totally understand.

But I’m gonna be honest. I want to see what Cloud Chamber are doing. Yet this horrible thing I’m gonna say next. As someone who’s.....opinions of their planet and maybe species is I guess low....I kind of don’t care. Because I want to see the chaos of the consequences if a place like America discovered Rapture. 

It’s maybe my darker side and my action junkie side having the best of me. I am strangely interested to see Hell on Earth all because governments got fucking greedy with ADAM. Again my opinion on my planet and whatever else is tricky.

Fuck it like we as a species deserve it. But I’m sounding pessimistic. I want to see war torn London destroyed by ADAM junkies.

5. My direction for part 3 I feel is weaker and not as powerful as parts 1 and 2. Because the general idea of part 3 seems to be, “America is fucking stupid. Because it empowers young rich pricks like Zachary Hale Comstock and makes shit like Columbia. Our country needs to be fucking better if really are the land of the free” It feels less original and been done before.

Compared to the first two part’s stories of humanity, found family, love, forgiveness, empathy, and compassion. Along with other stuff.

While I recall my inspiration for this idea long ago was this video. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXjJOmRkN6s If I recall it being like an example of....America’s thought process of it thinking it’s awesome or whatever the Hell. I wanna say stupid thinking. But that video is awesome. Amazing what that person did.

Also my version of Comstock I feel is less threating and less interesting than the likes of villains like Andrew Ryan, Atlas/Frank Fontaine, and Sofia Lamb. Unless I really tap and dig deep into his character.

There’s also the other thing part 3 I feel unless I decided. It doesn’t deal with dimension travelling and all that crap.

6. There’s another thing is that I used many of the major characters from Infinite and incorporated them in Rapture. Such as Elizabeth, Booker, Daisy, and the Lutece twins. I haven’t done much with Annabelle because she sadly died before the events of parts 1 and 2. Also Bluto is practically Rebirth’s version of Songbird when he was in Rapture. He was the Proto-Daddy.

Fink and Comstock are the only major Infinite characters I haven’t used.

7. Bluto’s robotic corpse would of been found by Fink and Comstock. He would of been rebuilt into Songbird as being the supposed mascot and guardian of Columbia.

It’s also a way of torturing Elizabeth mentally. Because two men practically took her protective older brother’s corpse and rebuilt him as something else. With the added angst that Songbird still have memories of Elizabeth.

8. Another reason why I don’t feel so highly of part 3. It’s because it just seems unrealistic. Which may sound stupid. My ideas of America’s own Rapture like place becoming somehow worse than the original Rapture seem crazy.

Along with things like legalized Big Daddies and Little Sisters seems crazy. Despite how stupid my country is. The idea of taking human beings and turning them into that under an American government seems like bullshit. Unless they didn’t know. 

Yet it seems to be dissing on America. Considering the direction of Comstock I’m going with is more like, “We’re America and we are great.” Yet everything goes to shit.

Along with the crazy idea of the place being built in 5 or maybe 4 to 3 years. Which is why I wanted to give it a timespan.

Also it’s a fun easter egg that it’s the time span of the original Bioshock’s development. Unless I make part 3 in 2013. But don’t think I should.

9. There’s been a recent idea of Lucas being an antagonist. Something similar to the Arkham Knight from Batman Arkham Knight. But I should wait and see if this Lucas character is seriously real. Yet what I have read about him, he reminds me a bit of Booker.

I’m guessing and even was thinking a bit more in detail. Lucas being a US Marine who was born in 1981. He’s 26 during part 3. Possibly being an anti-thesis to Archie’s character. Now I’m thinking he may of met Arch during possibly tours. Even though they weren’t really friends but knew each other.

With Archie being an earnest and kind man. Now this makes sense. Lucas being jealous of Archie’s position as, “The Demon Of Rapture” and, “The Killer Of Fontaine”. Lucas being a bit more angry and less honorable than Archie.

Man these ideas make more sense than Comstock being an anti-thesis to Arch. Yet we also have Frank Fontaine and Booker Dewitt being anti-thesis to his character too. But the idea of Lucas is strangely perfect.

The ideas I am having are he’s Columbia’s poster boy of a super soldier. But without the horrifying results of Archie’s origin possibly. Since Lucas I’m imagining is more equipped with stuff(Again thinking of Arkham Knight)....fuck this is strangely perfect. 

Man we haven’t gotten more info on this who I am calling Lucas Parkside....fuck I thought of more of him being a deeper character or so.

10. But again about Bioshock 4. Considering Rebirth is the result of Burial At Sea and also Infinite breaking the multiverse. It combined the worlds of the main universe(Bioshock 1, 2, and the Rapture novel if you want to include that) and Infinite. Which resulted in a timeline where Rapture was made later during the cold war. Along with characters like from Infinite being more connected to Rapture because of the events of Burial At Sea.

Yet Bioshock 4 or those Parkside leaks. I question if I should put them in here too. Because it’s unknown if well the events of 4 happened yet in the main universe. Unless we take into the good ending being canon. With 4 taking take in the 70′s what I read.

I’m rambling, I’m sorry about that. Basically the events of the novel and first two games happened. But the events of Infinite and Burial At Sea disturbed the main universe. And whatever I’m using some weird comic book logic. 

Again I hope sometime but soon I want more information considering Bioshock 4. 

11. I guess I’ll just reveal this now. Including I called him a young rich prick. I gave a hint early on. In fact this character was hinted at in memes. But him combing in Comstock was something I was surprised by long ago. Yet I felt I guess could be genius or whatever.

Only two friends of mine know. The anonymous friend. And also @feckinatlas

Zachary Hale Comstock in Bioshock Rebirth would of been the Mark Zuckerberg of Bioshock.

While there was the idea of making him the, “Radec” or something similar to make him more threating. But Booker is already that. Including the Mark Zuckerberg angle is something I’m interested in.

Yes Comstock is Rebirth is younger than his main universe counterpart. He’s also not Booker and possibly not related to him.

One of my original ideas was that he’s a year younger than Elizabeth. But I changed that and may make him possibly 30 or so. Or even Archie’s physical age or 29.

An old idea I even told Feckinatlas that him being Fontaine’s kid. But Frank never knew about him. Practically making even more of a terrible father. Yet I don’t know if I’ll go with that idea. Yet it seems better than Comstock being a kid of Booker. Which I don’t like. I was trying to keep the Booker and Comstock connection. I’m still wondering now.

Yes I think that’s all I’ll reveal now.

Edit I forgot this one other important thing. Oh crap two actually.

12. Considering Ava Tate survived and escaped Rapture. She would of been one of the villains in part 3. Basically she sided with Fink and Comstock. Ava is kind of like that character who might not care what side she’s on. Despite she has redeeming qualities in her.

13. Even though this wasn’t part of the main story. To be honest there are ideas that one of Elizabeth’s looks is like her Burial At Sea look. Yet she’s not a femme fatale. Basically it was the idea of her and Archie going undercover. With Elizabeth trying to pose as a femme fatale. Which in reality she isn’t. She’s still the same joyous girl that people love. It’s something a bit more strangely adorable.

Also Brigid tried to teach her some stuff of trying to act different. I remember talking about this with my anonymous friend. It’s mainly silly and adorable stuff before meeting her seeing Ava. Like Arch being pouty that he may have to put on a tux. When he’ll put on something like maybe Clark Kent would wear. He doesn’t wanna look like a rich prick and would rather have black ops gear on. While Brigid and Elizabeth find it adorable and funny he doesn’t wanna dress like Ryan and whoever else. Despite they would kick him out if he looks very normal.

But again Brigid teaching her some tricks. Along with Elizabeth trying to smoke to look cool. But she coughs and again it’s adorable. XD

This idea is like before the main story. But I should develop it more. It could still be before the main story. I wanted to share this because I forgot about it. 

[malefiquinn]

My Cyberpunk 2077 review

I finished the game last night and I have Feelings™ about it, so here goes my review. While the heavy spoilers (ending related) will be hidden under Keep Reading, I might mention some minor ones here and there, so read at your own risk.

Let’s get the Big Thing out of the way first: yes, the game is buggy af. The good news is most of them are visual bugs, so while annoying, they don’t really matter gameplay wise. But I did have to reload an earlier save file two times to get rid of gamebreaking bugs, both messing with main story quests. It was frustrating. And nevermind the times my car got destroyed because the game suddenly realized there were two cars occupying the same space. However I did manage to finish the game and make the choices I wanted, so it wasn’t that bad either.

My biggest complain is the blantant transphobia shown in the character creator. I know Claire exists and she’s awesome and I love her, but the cc options are just not inclusive enough. What’s the point of having them if you can’t use them anyway? Linking V’s pronouns to voice types makes absolutely no sense. And not being able to remove breasts from the female body type (or put them in the male body type) rubs me the wrong way as well, though I understand that it would involve a lot more animation work. Lastly, having body type-dependant hair styles is just plain inexcusable when the devs took the time to design genitals that are just not shown past the character creator (unless V walks around naked, I suppose). So, why bother having all these ✨choices✨ when the player can’t get a good, accurate customization anyway?

And it gets worse if we talk about romances. Real people have specific tastes and that’s completely understandable, but real life has a lot more than 4 choices in total. More importantly, bisexual people are a thing? There should have been at least one female and one male bisexual romance options in game. So to make it al worse, the constraint in gay romance options is... awful. Why have 3 types of gender-related customization if you can’t use them if you want to romance someone? I’m a cishet female who plays as a cishet female first if given the option, but I’m still bothered for the queer community (which I’m still part of btw, since I’m in the ace spectrum). It feels like being trans is more of a fetish in Night City than a real trait.

Speaking of romances, I played River’s and I found it... bit of a lackluster. I don’t find him physically attractive (shaved head and no beard are not my thing) but his voice was pretty nice and I liked his personality despite being a cop. But the main downside was the way the game treats his romance. I knew I wasn’t going to get a BioWare-style romance, but V’s relationship with River was like a sidenote and once he’s romanced, there’s just no way to interact with him again. That perhaps is the same for the other romances but there’s no replayability, in a sense that there’s no way to talk to/kiss him again or replay the sex scene, for instance. It bothered me that the game forces V to say that “she’s too busy” and apologize to her boyfriend all the time, because *I* would’ve made time to visit if there was ingame acknowledgement of it. The worst bit is that I feel like River’s romance is the least polished of them all, because Panam and Judy play important roles in main quests and Kerry is pivotal to Johnny’s sidequests, while River is... just there (also more further on, regarding the ending). So the fact that he’s like the forgotten child in the romance section while being the only cishet female option is heartbreaking.

The silverlining is that, at least, the mistreated community was het females instead of gay females. Although, this is just another example of game devs thinking about male players first.

Now the good part: what I liked

The cars. I’m not a car enthusiast, I don’t enjoy driving in real life and I’m a terrible driver in games, but I fucking loved the cars in CP2077. The Caliburn was like my game baby, I had so much fun driving around and hearing the different engines for each car, and the differences in driving... it was awesome. I got and bought *all* the available cars for the sake of it, just because I liked them so much.

The story. I love games that get me invested and this one was definitely one of those. Falling for Jackie when I knew he was not gonna be around for long was an expected, but still perfectly excecuted punch to the gut. And Johnny’s guidance and company was something I was hyped about, but still played out even better than I though it would. So to my next point, Keanu Reeves. I was thrilled to play a game with Keanu in it and it blew my mind. Those reviews that pinpoint Keanu’s acting as the weak link in the game are fucking wrong, how else you expect to see (and hear) an angry, resentful man permanently stuck in time? Even worse, when he knows the people he hated the most managed to kill him? I wasn’t happy when I learned Johnny was not a romance option but after meeting him, I’m glad that’s the case. He’s the perfect antihero-turned-best-friend for V, if you can stand him.

Stealth and hacking. Most of the time I choose the option to play stealthy and this time it wasn’t just that, it was the option to use futuristic technology at the same time. I LOVED it. Quickhacking enemies instead of shooting them is so much fun. Enemy detection is a bit wonky at times but still, I enjoyed it much better than if it had been a plain shooter. And those guns with homing shots are so cool that I wanted to play them over sniper rifles, my usual go tos.

The characters. I got invested in V’s relationships, even if the romantic aspect wasn’t as great as it could’ve been. Friendship with Kerry and Panam, clousure for Judy and Rogue, mourning Jackie, being part of River’s family, so many the fixers in existance... and Johnny, my bff Johnny. Even Alt, with her somewhat little role, was great. I was promised a compelling story and deep characters, and I did get both.

The soundtrack. Overall it’s pretty great, but my favorite songs are those related to Samurai. And it’s not even because of my love for Johnny, I really do enjoy them for their musical content. Unironically my all time favorite is Johnny’s as well, Never Fade Away. I won’t exit a car or open the menu when that song is playing.

The easter eggs. From GlaDOS and Silence of the Lambs in the Delamain quests to the Matix-esque pills of the main storyline, to Hideo Kojima and the BB in a lab, “Harvest like a Reaper” and the many “You’re breathtaking!” references (Kerry’s take was my favorite), the game presents A LOT of pop culture nods and I’m here for it. Having real life content creators around for several levels of cameos was a nice touch as well.

So without mentioning the heavy spoilers (aka ending), in my opinion, Cyberpunk 2077 deserves a 9/10. Bugs are fixable and the story and characters carry the game on it’s own because they’re just too good. The main story is kinda short and I believe Johnny’s sidequests should be part of the main story, but I get why they are not mandatory if you want to roleplay a full on dislike towards the rockerboy. But still, there are some things related to gender and romance that are complete misfires. I hope that some of those will be fixed via patches (the character creator bits), but the lack of more romance options or at least bisexual NPCs obviously won’t be fixed and that’s what keeps CP2077 away from a perfect score in my book.

Now, regarding the endings:

The one thing that truly bothered me was that the Rogue one had no real goodbyes for V. She goes into a suicide mission in space and everyone’s post-credit messages complain she just disappeared without a trace? I get she’s dying and all, but, for fuck’s sake leave a message explaining it if you cared so much about them. The game *makes* you care about the characters but doesn’t give you an option to honor that love at the end.

Also, again, romances. I played both Rogue and Panam’s endings so I know there’s no way to have a happy ending with River, which is bittersweet and probably for the best that it happens with him since his romance seems to be the least engaging, but again that makes me feel cheated. Not that they parted ways in the Nomad ending (that was sad, but sad endings are not bad), but that there is no happy-ish ending romance wise for a cishet female. People who romanced Panam obviously stay together with her and those who romanced Judy do too from what I’ve read (and no idea about Kerry’s romance), but not getting that option if you choose to be female and go for a het romance takes away from the game. Sadly. Also my last interaction with River in Rogue’s ending was fucking terrible, I liked how poetic that ending was for Rogue and Johnny until I got to the rest of my V’s life.

(But I still headcanon that River eventually joined V with the Aldecaldos in my canon ending, aka the Nomads’, despite what he said. Since his post-credit message implies he might visit her and stuff.)

As for the rest of the ending... CP2077 clearly states that life isn’t happy and that there’re no happy endings for people who live in NC, so I like that no ending is completely happy since you are bound to die anyway, but. But. It’s somewhat disheartening that the overall arc can be resumed to “all that you did served for nothing, you’re still dying so your efforts were absolutely useless.” I really don’t see how to improve it without defaulting to a happy, sunshine-esque ending that fixes everything, so I don’t know. It still wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear at the end, so... I liked it but didn’t, at the same time. Ha.

And lastly, I hoped for endgame playability and there is none, you have to revert to an earlier save to keep playing. I get why it wasn’t done, to give a definitive end to V’s story in NC, but anyway. What I really liked about this choice was that no matter the ending, V becomes no one again. They will be forgotten by most people after a while either because they leave with the nomads or because they ‘disappear’, aka die in a blaze of glory in that casino in space. Or well, sell their soul to Arasaka or commit suicide on the rooftop.

So overall, I loved this game and critics are somewhat too harsh. But I agree there are some terrible design choices and a long way of bugfixing to get to the specific masterpiece that we were hoping for.

[obeyme-and-you]

MC The Lamb Part 5

MC’s relationship with Belphegor 

Spoilers for chapter 16 and a very vague spoiler for chapters 36/37 (I say vague because I didn’t explicitly spoiler anything, but there is an implication for what happened)

Gabriel is italics

Kimimela is Bold

MC’s Disciples

(The information used to explain the disciples was taken from this website https://www.britannica.com/topic/Apostle)

(Some of these Disciples don’t have much information about them or at all in some cases but they will be briefly mentioned for comparison sake still)

Fyi, even though 90% of the disciples are martyrs, and I do make jokes about them dying, I do not believe everyone is just gonna die, and I do believe that any character that may die, will come back.

Judas Iscariot and Belphegor

Arguably the most important for both stories, right after JesusMC of course

NOTE: This one’s going to talk about MC’s death and mentions of grief, and self destructive thoughts from Belphegor after he killed MC. If you don’t want to read that, please skip it, I’d rather no one reads it than it be a potential trigger for anyone.

Judas-  known for being the cause of Jesus’s death, he was given 30 silver to tell the whereabouts of Jesus, Kissed Jesus and called him Master in order to betray which one was Jesus, killed himself afterwards, different beliefs believe different things about Judas, one says he lied to protect him, one he looked like Jesus and died instead, and in the Gospel of Judas (something found in the 70’s and published in ‘06) says he was a collaborator and Jesus pulled him aside to tell him what needed to happen and had Judas report him to the authorities

Fun fact! Judas betrayed Jesus for about $600! Judas was cheap bitch

Belphegor- He killed MC. He was the reason why MC died, and he did it for less than 600 bucks, which means he’s an even cheaper bitch than Judas. Judas is probably the most important of the disciples because without him, Jesus never would have died, which means Jesus would’ve never gone to hell, never would’ve come back, and never come back again. Without his death, his story would be obsolete in Christianity. Which means in turn, if Belphegor never killed MC, a lot would’ve changed. MC would’ve never come back and be in theory immortal, wouldn’t have set off the chain of events that have caused the events happening in the later chapters (the 30’s, mainly 36 and 37). Him killing MC is going to one of the biggest things a lot of the future chapters are going to be reliant on. He has caused the events that will eventually unfold (yes I know it was Diavolo’s plan but he knew Belphegor had to kill MC in order for the events to happen).

In terms of betrayal, while Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss, Belphegor betrayed MC with a hug (if ya pick that option obviously). So, instead of using the phrase “a Judas kiss” when talking about a traitorous action that’s disguised as affection, I petition using “a Belphie hug” if it comes up again instead :).

After Belphegor kills MC, to me it feels very much like he starts to realize the significance of what he’s done. How he acts, and what he says, to me, sounds almost self destructive, it sounds like he’s almost egging the brothers on, trying to get them to attack him. It feels like he realized what he did and almost wanted one of them to take it out on him. He loves his brothers, and him seeing them hurting so greatly because of what he did to MC? He realized he made a very big mistake, and after not being able to deal with Lilith’s death for thousands of years? After he blamed himself for thousands of years for the death of his sister and the pain his brothers felt because of her death? He realized he hurt his brothers all over again, and I think he wanted one of them to attack him. So, while he isn’t exactly the same in Judas in this situation, he did show, in my personal opinion, some actions that suggest some self destructive actions. 

Judas Iscariot and Belphegor comparison 

Judas felt a lot of guilt for what he did, and Belphegor did too.

Now, it is important to note that the story of Judas is different based on different bibles and also religions. In at least the West, the one most people are aware of is the one described already, the others bring up some interesting points though. The reason why I included them, is because it is possible that they may come up again. Belphegor has already proven to not care about Diavolo and is 100% willing to go against his command if he doesn’t agree with it, that’s why he got stuck in the attic by Lucifer. Not to mention the fact that his brothers have said how he’s the mysterious one out of all of them, because no one can ever tell what’s going on in his head. No one ever knows what he’s thinking or planning when he is planning something, not even Beelzebub. If any one of the brothers would go against Diavolo’s plan for MC, whatever it may be, it would be him. All of the brothers love MC, but they haven’t been shown to go against Diavolo’s orders, and while I do believe they would do anything to protect MC, I feel like Belphegor is the most willing to lie to or even take the blame for MC, if it means keeping MC safe. Judas is a character that is difficult to completely pinpoint, just like Belphegor. 

But, that being said, If they include one of these alternate options later, I think it’s going to be the last one mentioned. There’s a few reasons for this.

First, as previously mentioned, none of the brothers can ever figure out what he’s thinking about. It’s obvious that all the brothers love MC and they all show it, but he would be the one to get away with lying about it the easiest. And, it was mentioned during the Leviathan vs MC TSL battle, that Diavolo knows when someone is lying, so if it came down to it, he wouldn’t be able to lie to him. The fact that no one knows what goes on in his head, would mean he could convince Diavolo that he wanted to do it, and also his brothers. They love him, but if any of them could convince the others that he wanted to betray MC, it would be the one who already did it once before.

Secondly, if any of the brothers could be convinced to throw MC under the bus because MC told them too, it would be him. All of the others wouldn’t be able to do it, they would put their love for MC in the way, which would stop them from doing something that could potentially harm MC, even if it was the only way for them to win. I don’t think it’d be easy to convince him, and it would probably hurt him a lot, but I do think he would do it with enough conviction. 

Thirdly, he is the only one that could keep it a secret from the others. The others are too open books for each other, too easy to see their intentions, too easy to see when they lie to each other. 

Finally, he is the only one who wouldn’t confront Diavolo about it immediately or even go through with the plan. Lucifer would try and do what he can to keep the others safe so he would say something. Mammon would do anything to keep MC safe, no matter the cost. Leviathan would refuse to do any plan like that. Satan would try to find another way, and get angry at MC for suggesting it. Asmodeus wouldn’t be able to go through with it even MC did manage to convince him. Beelzebub has already stood up to Lucifer to protect MC and Belphegor, he stood up to Diavolo to protect Belphegor, why wouldn’t he try again to protect MC? Belphegor is the only one who could do it, the only one who could be convinced, the only one willing to betray MC to keep MC safe. (There is very much the possibility in his head that he OWES MC to do it)

Jesus Christ that was a lot, alrighty what’s next? Ah yes! MC the healer of broken hearts, or something.

PREVIOUS: MC The Lamb Part 4 / NEXT: MC The Lamb Part 6

[iridescentxstars]

Based off this gifset by @kaibility​ - all credit goes to her This falls under my ‘Spoiler’ universe.

The morning rays kissed his cheeks, highlighting the natural gold of his skin as you watch him; his eyes are still closed, body clad in the fluffy hotel robe and you assume that he got up at some point of the night to use the bathroom or get a drink of water because he definitely wasn’t wearing anything when you feel asleep together last night. You take short inhales, not wanting to disturb the soft moment but the faintest of smiles tugs at his swollen lips before Jongin opens his eyes and meets your gaze with the same love that swirled within them last night.

“You’re awake,” he whispers, reaching for you and you allow yourself to be held, “I thought you would sleep a little longer after the events from last night.” You blush deeply at the memory, the alcohol that had made your body feel light and free as you danced in Jongin’s arms at the after party, paying very little attention to what was around you but giving full attention to who was in front of you.

Licking your lips, your eyes flicker to Jongin’s parted lips and then lower to the obvious purple blossoms on his neck; he chuckles at your startled reaction, seemingly forgetting exactly how rough you had gotten when finally reaching his hotel room. “I’m so sorry,” you reach for the collar of his robe, cursing yourself when you notice the love bites descend down the expanse of his firm chest and possibly lower.

Grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips, Jongin places tender kisses along your knuckles and doesn’t take his intense stare off you, “don’t worry, darling, they will only serve as a reminder that I am yours.” Before you can ask what he means, Jongin rolls out of your reach and heads towards the bathroom with a teasing smirk thrown back in your direction.

He calls out for you, the sound of the shower still running and you cautiously walk towards the bathroom, the sheets protectively wrapped around you, before popping your head in to see what he’s wanting. Part of you is upset that Jongin isn’t waiting in all his naked glory for you to join him, instead the bathroom is filled with a soothing fragrance and Jongin is fixing his hair in the mirror, deep brown eyes meeting yours as he chuckles softly to the sight of you. “I won’t bite,” he turns to face you, watching you make your way into the bathroom like a timid lamb.

“Will you be joining me?” You still remain hopeful and Jongin wishes he could share a steamy shower with you but that would be too tempting; he finds he cannot get enough of you, enough of your skin under his fingertips or the taste of you on his tongue, if he was to allow temptation to win - Jongin would be late for work. 

Placing a kiss on your forehead, nudging you towards the bath, Jongin bites his lip as he sees you drop the sheet and it takes everything in him not to rush to your side when you give him a demure glance over the shoulder - like you don’t know how intoxicating you are to him. With a deep inhale, followed by a long, slow exhale, Jongin turns back to the sink, continuing his morning routine but glancing at you every so often before returning to the bedroom.

He drinks his morning brew, flicking through emails on his phone while eating something light; you think Jongin doesn’t notice your presence but he’s acutely aware of you the moment you step into the room. His eyes lift from the phone to you slowly edging towards the bed and before you can even gather what’s happening, Jongin has placed both cup and phone on the bedside cabinet and pulled you on top of him. “We have to go to work,” he mumbles against your lips, pressing kisses against the soft flesh, separating each syllable, “though, I would love to keep you locked away here for a little while longer.”

You sigh, body relaxing against him as the kisses turn from pecks to more heated, needy kisses. One hand rests on the small of your back while the other curls in your messy bun, pressing you against him as he lets out a soft moan when you nip his plump bottom lip. “Keep me locked away in your ivory tower while your brother searches for me? Why Jongin, how you do sound like some medieval knight, though you should be rescuing me from the clutches of boredom rather than adding to it.” You giggle when he rolls you onto your back and hovers over you, kissing along your jaw while your arms link behind his neck.

“Working for Junmyeon isn’t boring?” He questions, voice slightly muffled by the skin of your neck as greedy hands untie the knot of your towel to give him access to your chest. “Wouldn’t being with me be far more fun?” He laughs when you snort, knowing that working for Jongin wouldn’t exactly be the same as working for Junmyeon.

Rather Jongin would have you doing many other things that secretaries shouldn’t do.

You sigh when Jongin’s teeth nip at your breasts, wanting nothing more than to give yourself to him but knowing that this would only end up with you getting in trouble if you indulge the young CEO further. Pushing against his shoulders, Jongin’s eyes twinkle with mirth as he moves lower, towards the one place you don’t want him to go but you do want him to go. “Jongin,” you whine, gasping when the flat of his tongue presses against you, “we shouldn’t.”

You blush when you feel him kiss you there, a low sigh leaving his lips before he pushes himself up and smiles at you. “You’re right,” he gets off the bed and begins to dress, “that can wait until later.” You bite your lip, momentarily mesmerised by how elegant one can look while dressing before you realise the words he just said.

The promise of later causing you to be more excited for the day than ever before.

[samnherondale]

I’ve got many requests asking Wayward Son spoilers, so I’m going to resume it here...

An enormous SPOILER ALERT!!!! STOP READING IF YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT WAYWARD SON!!!

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Well, Wayward Son starts really simple, we all know that Simon is kind of depressed and it has passed almost a year after the events of Carry On. 

Simon, Penelope and Baz are in University now, but Simon has stopped going.

In chapter two, Simon says that he’s going to break up with Baz but he doesn’t do it because Penny interrupts him. 

Penelope is the one who decides that they need a break and they go to America to visit Agatha and Penny’s boyfriend, Micah (who everyone has already forgotten about). 

Penny also makes a spell that hides Simon’s wings.

Baz is really worried about Simon and he’ll do whatever it’s necessary to get him out of his couch. (Though he isn’t a fan of going through America in a convertible with the sun going everywhere he goes)

Also, Simon and Baz doesn’t sleep together anymore (Simon’s always on the couch), and they haven’t kissed in a while. I mean, their first kiss in Wayward Son is until page 115 :(

Baz hopes this journey will help Simon... He really misses his love of his life, poor baby.

THEEEN EVERYTHING GOES DOWN FROM HERE

First, Penny’s boyfriend breaks up with her.

Well, actually he has already done it a few times before but she didn’t notice it. He even has a new girlfriend!

Anyway, meanwhile, Baz teaches Simon how to drive (it’s really cute tbh) 

Nothing interesting happens in a few pages, just Baz eating animals, Penny crying and Simon being sad.

Oh, right! I almost forgot Agatha, she’s involved with a weird cult of vampires who doesn’t call themselves vampires (but they are though), and they say they are the NewNext (like a new generation of vampires... Think of them as Millennial vampires) or something like that, their objetive is to conquerer magic and became vampires who can make Magic (like Baz, but he’s different), and those weirdos kidnap Agatha and their theory is that if they transfer her magic to them they’ll have Magic too... I know... like I said... WEIRDOS 

Anyway, as I was saying, Simon, Penny, and Baz end up in a sort of... convention, and Simon uses his wings and tail as a costume, Baz and he start fighting with wood swords, and everything is fun and happiness until real vampires appear, and one almost bites Simon (she didn’t), they get in a fight, they win, hurray!

Oh, and in some part of the book Baz starts using a scarf that belonged to her mother to drape his hair. *Simon compares him as a Marilyn Monroe boy* His words, not mine.

Then they met my favourite new character of this series: SHEPARD. A Normal Guy, who somehow knows almost everything about the magic world and it’s a smol boy who only wants to fit in... and I ship him with Penelope.

Penelope doesn’t stand him.

Shepard helps them to scape from a pair of monsters and Baz got shot, but he’s okay because he’s a vampire. Simon is almost left behind and Baz got worried, but he flies away safe and sound.

They ride inside Shepard’s truck *because they left their convertible behind*, and Simon stays above them, sometimes flying and sometimes in the roof of the truck.

Do you remember Agatha? Well, they are trying to save her, and Shepard wants to be part of the crew (pure small boy). 

After he having helped Simon, Baz and Penny, they abandoned him. 

Shepard is actually an amazing dude, the only misterious thing about him, it’s how the hell he hasn’t been killed yet!?

He’s friend with almost every supernatural creature in America, one of them tells  him and the others, that they’ll find Agatha if they can find the vampires in Las Vegas, so they try to go to Las Vegas. 

Then a dragon/old woman caught them when Baz kills her sheep, she almost kills them but... as I was saying... Shepard is friends with every supernatural creature.

He saves them, the dragon mistakes Simon with a little baby dragon (I laughed so hard in this moment), and they keep their way to Vegas. 

Mi favourite chapter is the 41, is a beautiful break of Simon and Baz in the Night in the roof of the truck just watching the stars, because Simon loves them.

“You haven’t seen so many stars”

They kissed, Baz says that now that Simon doesn’t have magic anymore, he feels like he can be the one who can warm him every time that Baz kisses him.

It’s a wonderful moment, seriously. Kind of sad when Simon fears that it May be the last time they’ll be together like that.

Anyway, back into the save-Agatha-because-she-involved-herself-in-a-hipster-cult-story.

Now, here, Baz is almost like the main character, actually, I feel like this book is more about him and who he is, the problem of being a *maybe* inmortal vampire, and if Simon and him are still a couple.

In Vegas he needs to discover everything about those vampire-weirdos, and thanks to Shepard, the know that vampires (the old ones, not the Millennials) rule Vegas (literally).

Baz needs to get all the information he can, but he needs to do it alone. 

Of course, Simon doesn’t want to, but there’s no discussion about it.

Baz dresses up with that blue suit with flowers, and Penny gives him his phone which they’ll use to hear everything that’s going to happen tonight and to keep an eye on Baz... or an ear... Sorry about that.

The Baz meets Lamb (what kind of name is Lamb?!)... stupid Lamb. He’s a vampire, who flirts A LOT with Baz. Stupid Lamb.

THEY EVEN GO FOR MILKSHAKES TOGETHER! 

Simon hears everything and gets jealous, and then the phone dies, then Simon goes out to find Baz, who is drunk and with Stupid Lamb really near Baz’s side. 

He doesn’t want to ruin the plan, so he waits until Lamb is gone to meet Baz again, who (to be honest I don’t even know if he actually realized that Lamb was flirting with him) got what he wanted. Lamb will tell him everything about those NewNext vampires. 

Simon is still jealous, Baz is mad because Lamb almost made him drink from a human after Lamb told him that he can drink from a human without killing or turning them. But he didn’t do it.

Still, he’s hungry.

Penny cast a spell that brings a lot of birds into their room and Baz starts drinking like a mad vampire, Simon tries to help him, but, uh... it doesn’t end up fine.

Those two went to sleep (Simon didn’t sleep on the bed or on the couch... can’t remember if it was on the floor) thinking that they messed it up, and Baz says that his heart is breaking.

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The neeeeext day, both went out, Baz leaves first and then Simon, though Penny told him not to do it. Baz returns with new clothes and when he realizes that Simon is not there, and that Penny cast a spell to hide his wings again... guys, he almost loses it... then Simon returns and he has cut his hair (and he looks so damn good).

Stupid Lamb is waiting for Baz in a restaurant, and the flirt begins again. Simon had told Baz tto please don’t went out this time... and Baz doesn’t listen and LAMB AS THE BITCH THAT HE IS, TAKES BAZ TO HIS PLACE. 

Simon goes after them, Penny makes him invisible. And okay, Lamb is a bitch, but nothing happens, because he discovers Simon and tries to attack him but Baz stops him and Simon. 

Then Lamb is like: WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?

And Simon is like: I’M HIS BOYFRIEND! YOU HOE’ 

aNyWaY, Lamb has a plan to get Agatha but Simon doesn´t trust him. Baz does and that is a blow in the guts for Simon. I mean that bastard called Simon  disfigured magician when he sees him after Penelope’s invisible spell ends.

F*ck him.

Simon and Baz fight, but they continued with Lamb’s plan (who is also the King of vampires, uhg, I forgot to mention that)

He lead’s them to the desert, and (of course it’s a trap) Penny already knows it, and Shepard too, Simon is just tired.

Lamb hypnotizes Shepard and makes him sleep, and send Penelope and Simon to the trap, Baz is left behind with Lamb.

Simon and Baz don’t talk to each other, but Baz keeps telling himself that everything is going to be fine. They are going to be fine.

And nothing goes fine. And they AREN’T FINE. 

Agatha is there but a bunch of Millennial vampires are there too. With guns.

They caught Penny and they shot Simon... a couple of times... and he doesn’t get up.

At the same moment, Agatha and Penny are trying to scape, Agatha casts a fire spell and they kill a vampire.

Shepard wakes up and goes behind them, and one NewNext vampire caught him... he tries to drink from him, and the vampire dies... (At the end of the book Shepard explains to Penny that his soul is cursed, and Penny promises him that she is going to help him and that he must go with London with her).

And Baz... stupid Baz, he can’t believe Lamb betrayed him, Lamb had made a  deal with the NewNext: two magicians and they’ll go. When Baz sees Simon’s body... Oh my God, it’s just terrible, everything that he’s feeling and he’s just thinking that he didn’t tell him how much he loves him. Simon didn’t know. 

He’s in shock, he’s just watching all the blood in Simon’s shirt and he’s thinking that he’s not getting up. That he was his Sun and Baz was crashing into him.

“This will end up in flames” That’s how his chapter ends.

Of course, Simon’s not dead, you idiots. He was just waiting for the right moment. 

Well, he IS injured and he can´t fly very well. But he’s going to help Baz.

First Baz just wants to destroy everything, and some guns shots him (but he’s a vampire, he’s fiiiineeee), than Simon gets up, and those two and Agatha and Penelope, destroy the vampires.

But not all of them, Lamb escapes but not after asking Baz to come with him. NO, LAMB. JUST GO!

They saved Simon at the end, and Simon won’t let go Baz’s hand. Then he slept for almost ten hours. Also Agatha is going to return with them to London.

The last thing to tell, is the moment when Simon and Baz are on the beach, Baz says that when they’ll go back to London, Simon is going to visit Penny’s dad (he’s a doctor) to check his injuries and maybe remove his tail and wings.

Simon is thinking that he can get out of this world now, that vampires and magicians are not his problem anymore, and maybe... he will get a future as a Normal... it’s sad tbh

Then Simon starts saying that he’s not going to return to America, and then he tells Baz that he can send him a postcard.

Baz tells him that he is not going to stay and Simon tells him that the vampires will help him to know who he truly is if he stays.

Baz keeps saying no.

He tells Simon that he won’t be happy if he isn’t at his side.

Baz is terrified, he’s scared that Simon won’t accept this that they won’t have a future together. Then Simon shakes his head and says:

“Baz...” 

Aaaand Penny interrupts him again. She tells Baz that Watford is in danger and they’ll must go now.

AND THAT’S THE END OF WAYWARD SON, THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION. 

*If you have more questions you ask me anything :3 *

[carynsilver]

Wayward Son

So, I just finished Wayward Son by Rainbow Rowell. Be warned, this post does have spoilers, so continue at your own risk.

After a quick peruse of the tags, I’m surprised at all the negative reactions. I mean, I understand that gut-punch feeling, but assuming this is a series, Wayward Son is the Empire Strikes Back of it all. If this was a stand-alone book, well, then I’d get the vitriol, but obviously from the end it is set up for book 3. (Also with the whole Epilogue at the beginning/Prologue at the end thing.)

I’m more worried that the negativity would somehow affect the desire of writer or publisher to write the third book than whether the third book would give that satisfying Return of the Jedi kind of ending. (Though, if there is never a book 3, I reserve my right to be retroactively pissed, because that would make this book horrible.)

There were so many good things in this book. The Ren Faire. Simon and Baz loving each other. Shepherd. Penny and Agatha being BAMF. Simon flying (loved that!). Baz actually learning some stuff about being a vampire (that moment with the fangs--guh!). Simon fighting and showing how he is still himself even without magic.

I also felt like Simon, Baz, Penny, and Agatha were showing realistic levels of... not sure the right words, but PTSD or depression or the effects of the trauma they’d lived through for years before and through the end of Carry On. Agatha just walked away from her life--family, friends (even her Normal British friends). Penny, holding onto “normal” with nothing but her fingertips and a strong will, and then cracking when she realized something she believed was true (Micha) wasn’t actually.

Simon, who suffered the most IMO (killing his father, losing Ebb, losing the magic which was so intrinsic to his identity, losing his freaking identity as the Chosen One), was fully believable with that depression. But the real gut punch to me was finding out that he doesn’t remember life in the care homes before Watford. Like... what is he repressing? From the little we got, it really seemed like he’s also buried some sexual abuse in there somewhere. I mean, just the PTSD and depression would be enough to make romance/sex/desire dicey, but there is also something big hidden in those lost memories--otherwise, why even bring them up? There was enough trauma without them. And that would be the biggest thing that would make book 3 a let down for me; not resolving that.

And Baz’s struggles dealing with a depressed Simon felt real to me, as someone who has dealt with depression in others where I didn’t know what to do. Plus his hunger to find out about his vampire side... that was heart wrenching and the way he just lit up in response to Lamb... Like, Lamb seems like an opportunistic bastard, but Baz craving a father figure in that area of his life felt so real. Ug, and that bit about him being so malnourished from feeding off of animals was so painful. And yet I was so proud of him, how he stuck to his morals in a town where there would’ve been literally no repercussions otherwise.

As much as it hurt, it actually made sense to me that Baz and Simon didn’t really talk much in this book. Like, I wanted them to. I wanted to bang their heads together and lock them in a closet until they told each other what they were thinking. But it was realistic with the depression and the communication issues they both already had, which were cannon in Carry On. I don’t think they are dysfunctional or an unhealthy couple in general, but they are going through a bad patch and need some help and time to get through it. A lot of people, it would be too much, but considering this is their story, I have faith they will figure it out in the end.

My only real complaint (assuming, as I am, that book 3 is a foregone conclusion) is that I wish there’d been a little more closure at the end. I’m not saying closure on the emotional arcs. It makes total sense to me that we don’t have resolution on that in an Empire Strikes Back kind of way. And, not even with the Now Next, as it feels like we settled that plot, as well. But... just the actual ending bit felt like it cut off basically in the middle of the scene. I’m not sure quite where would have been a good place to end, but the end of Empire Strikes Back feels like an ending--a, we’re stopping here, but we’ll be back. The end of Wayward Son felt like I was watching a show on TV and the power cut off at the worst possible moment.

Wish list for book 3: 

* SnowBaz resolution, obviously. With talking and honesty and loads more kissing. Them realizing that they are real and that they don’t have to be so damned careful with each other. (Though the care and the fear and the fragility felt real to me for this book.)

* Baz figuring out more about the vampire thing and where he fits in to that world vs. his old word. Also learning how to do stuff like sip from a willing human (you know Simon would be willing). Though, I did like his thing about never having tasted human blood because you can’t go back from that. So, some kind of good resolution between that and the malnourished thing, OK?

* Resolution on whatever trauma is locked in Simon’s memories from before. As well as him deciding what he wants to do with his life--be it becoming a traveling show on the Ren Faire circuit or having the wings and tail removed so he can return to life as a Normal. Finding what would make him happy.

* Penny and Shepherd paying off on what I’m hoping is the relationship she never expected but will be great for her. And curing his curse.

* Agatha being able to meld the two halves of her life together somehow in a way she can be happy.

* A book that is long and introspective and gives weight and resolution to the emotional issues that have been playing out so well in addition to a rollicking plot like we know she can deliver on.

I sure hope we don’t have to wait four more years, though...

[alias-b]

Super Freak

Billy Hargrove X OC!Camille Harper Smutty Drabble 🍒

Another deleted scene from my fic: Without The Lights. A shameless, hilarious & dirty request: “ Bruh I wanna know what Tommy H’s letter said😂😂“

About that one time local Hawkins dumbass,Tommy H, took a break with Carol and he drunkenly wrote Queen Bee, Camille Harper, a nasty love letter. Billy’s been waiting ages to read it and make fun, but things take a turn for the heated when he dives in. SMUT.

Thanks anon!! ❤️  Deleted Scene, no major fic spoilers. Just smut and dummies in love. READ THE FULL FIC HERE(X) 

   “Patience is a virtue, Hargrove.” Camille dangled the letter out of reach. Voice mocking his own sing song tone. She relished this. “One Tommy didn’t have clearly. I don’t think you’re ready for it.”

    “Hurry, just give it here. I’ve been ready.” Billy spoke in a huff, seated against the side of her bed. Camille savored this, swinging her legs. Playful. Inches from his head while she lie on her stomach along the mattress, propped up on her elbows. Folded note in hand. “I’ve waited weeks. This is early memory shit for us.”

    “Just behold it because your entire life is going to change. Big city Cali boy isn’t prepared for this prime time shit.” She winked and he snatched the letter. “Hey!” Camille reached over his shoulders. Smelled the products in his blond curls. “I wasn’t done teasing you.”

    “Never are. You taunted Tommy H about a drunken, dirty letter he wrote you at our first party together. This is relationship building shit we’re doing. Boyfriend gets access to filthy drone letters. Got it? I’ve only dreamed of what that dense as shit idiot wrote you. I’m reading it now.”

  “It’ll shock you. Tommy H was no poet but the boy had an imagination.”

  “We all do. Christ,” Billy just laughed, unfolding the paper. “I’m sure it was some silly Hustler bullshit. I just want to make fun of the sorry prick to myself. Let me have this. Got it? I’m reading this shit. I deserve to. Poor Carol probably never got off with the guy and he writes her damn friend a nasty letter when they took a break? Here it goes.”

  “Easy does it, you’re a wee lamb compared to this shit.”

  “Very funny.” Billy just rolled his eyes. Tommy H was a campy asshole who just talked big game. How bad could it be?

  Famous last words.

  “Dear Camille...” She’d jokingly recited. Billy finished the sentiment, diving in.

  “Listen, I’ll cut to the chase, you’re the hottest girl at Hawkins High.”

  “Yikes, I already feel bad again.” Camille winced. “Ugh. Asshole. And I was friends with the guy too. For years.”

  “Hey, I’m reading here.” Billy turned his head, the letter smoothed with both hands against his knee. Tommy’s messy, slanted penmanship filled the page with blue ink.

  “Geez, continue. I know this is the absolute highlight of your day.” Camille ruffled his hair in jest and earned a soft push.

  “I’m drunk. I’m so...drink…sorry, you’re too hot and I am...a drunk fuck. Just notice me. Could you ever look at me? Perfect Camille Harper with your soft skin and flowing hair. Princess shit. Floating down the hallways. Guys only dream of spinning you for seven minutes in heaven and we hang out but you don’t give my sorry ass the time. Shit, Cam. I’m drink as shit. Drink? Fuck, this guy kills me. Pathetic asshole.” Billy was still amused. Camille crossed her arms.

  “Told you, there were mistakes all over it.”

  “I still remember that pale purple-”

  “Lilac.” Camille rolled her eyes.

  “Guys don’t understand colors, Harpy, he gets a pass on that one.” Billy shrugged, reading on. “That pale purple shirt you wore last month. That lacy bra drove us all insane. So sheer that I could see your perfect nipples through the fabric. Man, did I want to kiss them all fucking day. I failed my math midterm over those babies. Worth it.” Billy snorted and peered up, his girlfriend shrugged.

  “I still have that shirt, you know? Legendary piece.” She had remarked, fiddling with a lock of brown hair. “And I’m sure my lovely chest was the only reason he failed.”

  “I mean, not to be a sap...but, your tits are dynamite.”

  “Aww. Babe, you’re such a romantic. When did I get so lucky?” She twisted his head away, entertained. “Go on. Might as well finish it. You’re getting to the good shit now.”

  “I’d open that silky shirt and lick all down your chest. Suck your little cherries until you couldn’t take it anymore. You’d beg, baby. I think about your fingers in my hair.” Billy shifted a little. Legs pressing together idly. The visual was kinda hot. Admittedly. Sue him for it. “Tear the...”

  “Oh, he spelled ‘buttons’ wrong.” Camille craned over his shoulder to see and Billy smelt the lotion and perfume on her skin. Enticing as always. A thin, red summer dress rode up her legs. He watched her bite into her bottom lip, enjoying this. Distracted him. “Well, go on.” The boy had to snap back, eyes on the page. Intent.

  “Tear the buttons off with my teeth. I think about how you’d moan, baby. Give me a chance and I’ll rock your entire world apart. Like that song about the hurricane.” They both broke to laugh. This was ridiculous. Right? Tommy H was just a horny asshole. Period. But, the boy could dream. “I’d keep sucking your nipples to perfect rosebuds and taste those big, slick lips. I get a semi when you apply that gloss in your locker mirror. Always thought you tasted like raspberries and cream... Well, he’s right there.”

  “Shut up.” Camille snatched the letter, blushing and entertained when Billy crawled over her to take it.

   “I wasn’t done with that, let Tommy speak. You know how hard it’ll be to not give him shit for this one?” He wedged his body against her own to keep her in place. A gasp filtered out.

   “You will never bring this up. I taunt, but this is deep shit here. Never to see the light of day.” Fingers plucked the note back so he craned his neck to the side and kept reading.

  “And yet, you kept it.” Billy licked his lips, head cocking.

   “Yeah, to laugh at him.”

   “Are you laughing now? ...Camille Harper, I’ve wanted you since sixth grade. I’ve wanted you since I knew what a dick could do. I won’t even fucking lie about that. Drop the asshole from the other school you’re seeing now and let me take you to the stars.”

  “Oh, god, this letter got worse with age. I can’t hear anymore.”

  Billy was heated and relentless at the present time.

  “I’d drive you up to Lover’s Lake. We could take a swim and get into the back of my car. I can show you a good time, just let me, babe.” Billy puffed, a crooked smile crossing his expression. Camille’s legs had shifted so he was pressed between them. Silence followed when his hips gave the smallest rut into her own. Oh. “I’d play with those perfect tits. Think about your big lips sucking me off in the back seat. Hair tight in my fist. God, I want you.”

   “Billy...” She gasped a little, suppressed a moan. His husky voice made it slightly less embarrassing. Slightly more hot.

   “...I’d make you feel so good. Get you nice and wet. Push your skirts up and slip my cock inside. You’d fit me like a fucking glove. Cry for more and I’d deliver.”

  “Ha. Funny, right?” Camille was breathless. Billy’s erection pressed into his jeans. Into her thigh. “Just...ridiculous. What an idiot.”

  “Ye...Yeah. Fuck this guy....yeah.” He swallowed a lump in his throat and scrambled off her. No fucking way was this shit working them up. Billy got onto the floor again. Legs still pressed. Tried to think of boring shit to cool himself off. No avail.

  “So stupid,” Camille crossed her arms. Humming idly. Eyes on the wall. Oh, no. Fuck this. “Let’s forget this-”

  “Hey, I’m almost to the end. Might as well.”

   “I mean, I guess. Whatever.” She blew air out her lips. Played coy. “If you insist.”

   “It’s whatever. I don’t care.”

   “I don’t either.” Camille scoffed at that. Billy only gave a snort.

   “The grammar, it’s killing me. I thought I had issues in school and...and ...I think about those tits bouncing when I’m trying to sleep at night. Always cum the hardest then. Bet you that my name sounds fucking amazing falling from your lips.”

   “Fat ass chance for that.” She scratched at her thigh. Left her palm there.

   "No shit. ...I’d...I’d make you scream it. Lick your entire body down until you let me eat that sweet pussy. Put my tongue inside you. Spit against your ass until… okay fuck, Camille. I’m going to say it. I’m fucking sick and I’m turned on… Are you turned on? Is this real?” Felt like he was going insane.

  “Psssh...no way!” Camille had one hand under her dress. Snatching it away. “Tommy H does...he doesn’t turn me on. Not in the slightest... Dumbass.”

  “He wrote some nasty shit here.” Billy squirmed. Eyes scanning. “Spelling mistakes aren’t turning me off though. Fuck.”

  “You’re...such a guy. It’s a good laugh, right?”

   Billy kept reading.

  “I’d even let you ride my face, baby. Queen needs her throne.” Billy went on, chuckling and fucking rock hard. He unzipped idly and slipped a hand into his jeans when Camille splayed back to see the ceiling.

   “The thought of your hot thighs wrapped around my head is a place I can die happy in. Just think about it, Camille, I’d...treat you like a fucking goddess. You got to open your eyes and notice me. I’d fuck you so hard. Make you beg for me. Maybe just once, you’d let me watch you play with yourself. Work those sexy fingers over your clit and nipples. I’d lick you up afterwards.” Camille’s hand was in her panties again, slipping against her soaked folds. Everything throbbed. Oh, this was wrong. Billy moaned, dropping the letter to work his own shaft.

  “Oh, fuck it. Come here already!” They both reeled, horny beyond belief. Camille was already digging for a condom to put on him. Dress hitching up. He didn’t even get his jeans off before she mounted him. Panties aside. Lungs gasping. Sinking down.

  “Shit, you feel so good.” Billy worked her hips into his, tugging her straps down to kiss her nipples. Hard buds between his teeth. “Fucker had a point. I hate him.”

  “Shut up, Billy,” Camille cried out, one arm around his shoulders. Free hand grasping his wrist while he palmed her bottom. She bounced, needy against him. Kissing his neck and mouth. Tongue sweeping flesh.

  “Fucking shit, I’m not lasting.” Billy thrust up, bucking like an animal into her clenched walls. He closed his eyes. Savored her. Head tipped back. Thought of her mouth. Thought of how she tasted and moaned when he touched her just right. “What...What did the rest of that letter say?”

  Photographic memory came in handy.

  “Camille, I want to fuck you so bad. Let me. Let me touch you.” She panted. Riding him hard and fast. Sunlight caught her face when it streamed between curtains. Illuminated. Billy was lost. “I’d make you come again and again. Treat you right. Just give me a chance. Oh, fuck! And I’ll prove it to you. All the cards are dealt, the next move is all yours. Wear that silky shirt for me again and I’ll know you want me too. I’ll be the one peeling it off later. -Tommy. Your willing drone, queen bee. Oh, fuck, shit, Tommy! Oh god, Tommy!” Truthfully, it didn’t sound half bad coming out. Whoops.

  “Don’t moan his fucking name while I’m inside you. What the shit, Camille?” Billy’s teeth crushed. He still didn’t let up. Grabbing a fistful of dark hair.

  “You asked! I couldn’t...help it.” She whined, mouth in his neck. “Billy! Just fuck me.”

  “Better... I’m there.” He groaned, unable to stop it. Mouth agape. Rare occasion when he came rutting early like the fucking teenage boy he was.

   Tommy H did this shit. Billy loathed that soft, freckled bitch.

   Climax rushed all through his veins. Made his thrusting erratic. Billy hitched with a loud curse, falling back against the side of her bed. This was not real.

   “Shit, Camille. Get up, I’ll finish you.” Hands pulled her off his shaft, forcing a whine from her lips. One smooth leg hitched up onto the bed, bent while the other stretched to touch the floor.

   Inches from his face, she quivered. The fabric of her dress was forced back up, ruin panties torn before he was nestling her folds against his lips. Sloppy kisses ached. Hands squeezed her thighs and Camille moaned louder, palms braced into the mattress.

  “Billy, oh...my god.” That wicked tongue lapped and swirled. Fingers pressed into her bottom so she was grinding against him. Riding his face. Bright eyes closed while he tormented her to no end.

   The way Tommy fantasized from the start.

  “Come for me, Camille, that’s it. That feel good?” He spat against her. Pushed two fingers inside, curved them into a sensitive spot. Roughly worked her while she clamped down around the digits. She played with her nipples and cried out. Lips opened to suckle her clit. His free hand still got her hips to move into him. Arousal dripped all down his chin.

   Queen needed her throne for sure. Oh, Tommy. No.

  “I’m going to fucking come,” her tone hitched up to warn him. This high was unlike any other they shared. Hips rutting until he could scarcely breathe. Trapped between her thighs and the mattress.

  Heaven.

  “Billy, don’t stop. I’m right...there. Oh, shit. Fuck. Billy! I’m coming!” Her voice just cut.

  Oh, Tommy. Yes.

  Billy fucked her with his fingers and lashed his tongue against her, kissing obscenely and suckling harder until her entire body locked. Quaking. Thighs shuddering. Fingers ripped for the comforter. Billy licked softer as if to clean her off and eased her back down into his lap.

  Camille was twitching and grasping at his shoulders. They shared a wet, lazy kiss. In Tommy’s honor, of course. Her head tipped back. Wet chest heaving.

  “Holy shit.”

  “Yeah...holy fucking shit.” Billy swiped the letter aside while Camille got her breath back. Lungs leveling. They enjoyed the bliss of release and sighed together. “Look. Tommy fucking H...can never fucking know he did this to us. Ever.”

  “Oh, fuck, no he can’t. Prick. Never ever.” Camille was bright pink. She could kiss that idiot at this point. Billy’s chest rose and fell when she leaned into him. Burrowed in that scent she adored. Buried into his neck. “That shithead. His stupid letter. Could’ve make more mistakes.”

  “Guy is a fucking asshole.” Billy agreed when she came out from him. He licked his lips. Played it cool. “Did...he write you anything else?” Camille hummed, playfully kissing his lips.

  “You will never know.”

  “At least wear the famous shirt for me, babe.” Those baby blue eyes sparkled. “Come on, Camille. I’ll be so good for you. Your willing sex drone.”

  “As if that’s within your range of function.”

  “Have time to prove it to you.” He teased, mouth on her cheek.

  “The stupid shirt can wait, my legs won’t move.” Came her next whine. Billy laughed at that, nuzzling his face up into her throat to place more lingering kisses to sensitive skin. Teeth nipped once.

  “He can’t know about this, but I owe that fucker a beer.”

  “Can’t stand you,” Camille pushed off him to crawl into bed. Dress scrunched around her thighs when she sprawled out. Billy zipped up and joined her on his back. They shared the beat. He looked up at the fan spinning above while she took in his profile. Stunning.

  “What?” His gaze swept toward her own. Billy realized that maybe Carol had something to brag about with this fucker. Guy was creative. And giving it seemed. On paper.

  “Nothing.” Camille had suppressed a giggle, inching to curl into his body. One muscled arm came out to sweep her form into his. “Just a weird...but, also good day.”

  “No shit.” Billy’s free hand went behind his head. “Keep those freak fantasies coming. We can act more out.”

  “Not happening.”

  “You think he has like a whole secret spank bank dedicated to you?” Billy considered it. “I might have to kick his ass too...after the beer.”

  “Such a boyfriend.” Camille only mumbled into his shoulder. “I let you read the damn letter. You can stop whining about it now.” Billy shifted more into her. Smirking. Sly eyes alight and steady.

  “Camille,” he’d purred, “I’m thinking that a follow-up reading is coming. Just to, you know, really capture the spirit of it. I’m sure that I missed a few things. Mistakes and whatever. You get it?”

  “Oh, Billy,” Camille came up to kiss his cheek, “in your dreams.” Lips tugged at that.

  Yeah, he definitely owed Tommy H a beer.

  “You got that right, Harpy.”

[abzania]

I keep telling myself to stop posting, but I keep thinking of things I want to get across to people who didn’t like the book.

SPOILERS AFTER THIS POINT! SERIOUSLY I’M REFERENCING SPECIFIC SCENES TO GET MY POINT ACROSS! DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE SPOILED!

You guys know Simon and Baz are only 20, right? That’s really young for such a serious relationship. Say what you want, but it is. They’re inexperienced. New at this. Simon is literally Baz’s first boyfriend, and Baz is basically Simon’s first actual relationship. They haven’t had the chance to learn how to communicate yet. I know we went through the whole book expecting them to develop that skill, but it’s not easy.

It’s not snap your fingers and suddenly be capable of telling your boyfriend why you’ve been feeling wrong. They aren’t going to be immediately happy or able to deal with their emotions. I mean, where’s the satisfaction in that? Just think about how it’ll feel once she does resolve their relationship. It’ll be Carry On chapter 61 x1000. This is how authors get their audiences to come back (because what’s the point in a happy ending before the end of the series? That’s just boring). We have to see how it’ll end.

I don’t even think Simon realizes why he’s so conflicted over Baz. Why he doesn’t like to be kissed over being the one to kiss.

And Baz isn’t any better. He still think’s Simon hates him, at least on a small degree. Can you really blame him? Their first year in their relationship was filled with Simon slowly pulling away. In the beginning it was easy, but things changed once Simon realized he was different after The Mage.

Plus they’re both dealing with the fear that, if they do sit down and talk, the other will ask to break up. Neither of them are ready to face that possible reality, or talk about the opposite of it.

Also we’re not back at square one with their relationship. Not even close. Baz realized that he needs to tell Simon how he really feels, and I think he’s processing that idea. That’s what his “can’t be happy without you” line means. And Simon realized he was actually in love with Baz (evidenced by his reaction to Lamb and also his “God I love him,” line during the Cheese Cake Factory scene, though he is still insisting he’s not good enough. That’ll be fixed too, I bet. We don't know what he was going to say right before Penny interrupted them, that "Baz," line could have been anything). They’re getting there. Just slowly, because this is still new to them.

My point is, they’re young. Out of their comfort zones, and still figuring it out. It’s not going to be natural. Not even close. Because they’re dealing with this new situation on top of trauma. It’s gonna take some hard work. But they’ll get there. I can promise that.