#funny enough I will for some got damn reason be out of the city from next week until the 4th. so thats very cool of me

[b4kuch1n]

these templates are so cool if only I have a tablet I can draw on. anyways I will be on team transgener I mean team werewolf I mean. do u wanna see my profight. I mea

[scoops-aboy86]

Steve as a late night radio DJ, with Robin as his producer (because my partner has made me watch so much Frasier lol). He's got the sexy voice and Eddie, frontman of successful metal band Corroded Coffin, still remembers him from Hawkins and, ugh.

But, well, his manager set up the interview and it would cause more of a stir to no-show than it would to turn up and bicker with some washed up former high school bully. It's a different city, a different decade; maybe King Steve won't even remember him.

So Eddie turns up, and he actually beats Steve there. To the point of the show starting and it's just him in the booth, chatting awkwardly with Robin to fill the air. It gets less awkward the more they talk, idly catching up on old small town bullshit and what it's like to go from isolated baby queers ("I thought I was totally alone!" "Really? You didn't clock the black bandana hanging out of my pocket for five of my six years in high school?" "Sorry old timer, I was still in middle school for part of that." "Oh fuck off, Ms. 'I went to Sarah Lawrence and all I got was this awesome girlfriend.'" "Sorry Eddie, we can't all be super late bloomers like you.") to Actually Successful And Functioning Adults. (She's kind enough not to mention his single but unfortunately well known brush with rehab, other than to congratulate him on his seven year chip.)

And then Steve bursts in, huffing and puffing and diving for the headphones and mic to apologize to both them and the audience for being late. He doesn't even try to offer an excuse until Robin asks, "Uh, Steve? Want to share with us why your arm's in a sling and one of your eyebrows looks like it got flambéd right off your face?"

Which turns into a very put-upon but entertaining retelling of Dustin Henderson ("Oh damn, Henderson! I fell outta touch with him ages ago. How is that little shit?" "Married. He didn't end up converting to Mormonism, but they still have enough kids to make up half a basketball team." "Is that... a lot?" "Six, Munson. They have six kids." "Which is funny, because he made soooo much fun of Steve for wanting that many back in the day." "Yeah. Showed him." "Fuck, my condolences to his wife if they all inherited his big head. You gotta give me his number after this. Or—DUSTIN, if you're listening to your babysitter's show, come to my next concert and there'll be two backstage passes with your name on it! Or, well, that embarrassing nickname your radio girlfriend used to call you, since I think I've blurted out your full government name by now." "That girlfriend is actually his wife now." "No shit?! Wow, I can't believe one of my little lost sheepies has managed to keep the same girl for over a decade. Is she really hotter than Phoebe Cates?" "Oh, she is smokin." "Robin, don't make it weird." "Oh it's okay, she already knows. I told her.") ... A very put-upon but entertaining retelling of Dustin Henderson coming over to discuss plans for Ma Henderson's birthday, and bringing a cherries jubilee that Suzie had made so he could literally demonstrate the flambé presentation ("Listeners, I swear I did not know, when I asked Steve about his flambéd eyebrow, that it was a literal flambé accident. Eddie, can you confirm?" "I can confirm, Robin. We received no heads-up calls or messages from Steve before or during the show. It was serendipitous irony, 100% pure.") but poured waaaaay too much brandy on, and then Steve tripped in his mad dash for the fire extinguisher ("He was no help at all, just stopped dropped and rolled right there in the middle of the damn kitchen." "How are his eyebrows?" "Ugh, I have more of them than he does right now but at least his match. Don't worry everyone, he's fine. No nerds were injured in the course of this improv slapstick comedy routine that is my life. I swear to god, I need a girlfriend or a boyfriend or someone reasonable to hang out with besides all you weirdos." "Aw, you love us." "Yeah Stevie, what would you do without your loving nerd squad?" "Yeah, yeah... But don't try to leave yourself out of this Munson, as far as I'm concerned you're still the king of all nerds. And if you're reconnecting with Dustin, you're stuck with us too.") and had to stop by urgent care on the way to work.

Throughout all of this, Eddie is not twirling a lock of hair around one finger... but only because it's tied haphazardly back to keep it out of his face for the day. Steve is different from the guy he remembers strutting the halls of Hawkins High. Still all freckles and hair and charismatic grin, but he carries himself differently. More solidly built in his mid-thirties than his late teens, with a layer of softness that suits him. Calmer and settled, with the kind of confidence that comes with growing up. And the girlfriend or boyfriend thing? Holy shit. Holy shit. King Steve? Who knew? But, well, it explains why Steve and Robin are so close, Eddie guesses.

The Steve Harrington that Eddie had known back in the day hadn't exactly been the worst of the bullies, but he'd been friends with them, and they had spouted plenty of homophobic shit. And Steve had been looking right at him as he'd said it, like he's aware that Eddie is terminally single and maybe, just maybe, there was a flicker of a question in his eyes.

Eddie has been publicly out for a while now, and the thing is... Steve is definitely his type. So he leans into it a little, testing the waters. And Steve responds to it like a sunflower greeting the sunrise.

By the end of the show Robin is slapping post-its on the glass partition that read "Get his number dingus" and "Get a room" and Don't make that face at me, yes I do know that he can see these too and I don't care, GET IT or I will recruit Dusty-dun to my cause" and "To clarify, the cause is getting you laid. Eddie, take note, he's allergic to latex."

Permanent tag list (ask to be added, but since I have gotten an influx of new followers lately just know that I write a lot of weight gain kink so like... just be aware): @hotluncheddie @lawrencebshoggoth @sofadofax @tangerinesteve

[warping-realities]

A Night in the Devil's Den - Part I

“I still think we should hit up somewhere else, Jamie. There are tons of bars that would look the other way and let us grab a few drinks.” One of the three young men passing through New York during college break said as they made their way to the old building housing the Devil’s Den, apparently the most hyped club in the city, which had a strict policy of keeping anyone under 21 out.

“Stop being such a fag, Fred! We’re gonna get in, trust me, man of little faith.” Jamie, the group leader with light brown hair, same color as Mark, shot back. Fred, on the other hand, was blond, and more sensitive, which didn’t mean he couldn’t hold his own when it came to arguing; on the contrary, the debate skills of the former debate team captain were legendary.

“Chill, Fred. The worst that can happen is the bouncer looks at the IDs that Jamie’s buddy hooked us up with and realizes we don’t have the right age and kicks us out. But I doubt that’ll happen; in a few months, we’ll all be 21.” Mark commented, always the peacemaker.

“Another reason to wait until we’re actually of age. I don’t want any trouble, guys.” Fred tried to argue again.

“I can’t believe you came all the way here to chicken out, man. If you wanna bail, I’m cool, but think about all the work I put into getting these IDs. And I didn’t even charge you guys!” Jamie grumbled.

“That’s just because your buddy did it for free, asshole. Who the hell is he, anyway?” Mark jumped in before things got heated between the two.

“Some dude I met at the hostel; he’s the one who told me about this place. Apparently, this is the spot for anyone looking for a good time.”

“You mean you trusted someone you barely know? Doesn’t that seem kinda sketchy to you?” Fred asked, outraged, totally shooting down Mark’s efforts.

“I’m sick of your attitude, man! If you’re so unhappy, why don’t you just head back to the hostel?”

“Hey, hey, chill out, you two! We’re here to have a good time! Fred, let’s check out the place, and if we don’t like it or they kick us out, we’ll head back to the hostel, and I promise I’ll be your wingman with those hot Italian chicks who showed up yesterday, alright? And Jamie, you dumbass, he’s not entirely wrong; it was pretty stupid to trust a stranger, but it’s done now, so let’s just try to have fun, please?” Mark chimed in again.

“Fine, but you know that your parents would kill us if anything goes south, Mark.” Warne Fred, whose parents had already passed away, and, in Jamie’s opinion, was the last one who should be worried instead of acting like a little pussy. Not that he’d say that, at least not now that his buddy finally decided to man up.

“Finally acting like a man, Fred, and not like a little bitch!”

“Hey, man, that’s enough!”

“Chill out, Mark; you’re starting to sound like your dad. Sorry, Fredster, I just want an unforgettable night with my best buds.” Jamie said, hugging Fred on one side to encourage him while Mark did the same on the other.

As they approached the ridiculously long entrance line, Jamie commented.

“Since we’re talking about those hot Italian girls, it’s funny that if we were in most other countries, we wouldn’t even need to convince Fred here; we’d all be of age to drink until we drop without a care in the world.”

“I don’t think your dad would be too happy about hauling his kid from the gutter.” Mark remarked.

“He’s not as strict as your dad, man, but yeah… maybe it’s best not to push it. Damn, look at this line! No way I’m waiting all this crap! Oh, wait, I just remembered something; follow me!” Jamie said, signaling for his friends to follow him to the front of the line, where a huge black guy, looking like a muscle mountain, was running the door, checking IDs and occasionally greeting a buddy with a half-smile in his otherwise stern face. He saw the guys approaching and crossed his arms, giving them a menacing smirking look.

“Hey, fellas, what do you want here?”

“Good evening, sir! Jerome told us to go straight to the bouncer at the main door and, said… said that he hopes you have a… a hell of a night.” Jamie said, sounding unsure for the first time.

“Jerome, huh? IDs?”

“Here you go, sir.” Mark replied, handing over the fake IDs, which the guy scrutinized for a few seconds.

“Any problem, sir?”

“Nope, on the contrary, looks like you guys got VIP passes. Jerome must’ve liked you a lot.” He said while fiddling with a walkie-talkie before speaking again. “Jerome’s group is on the way.” He radioed someone before handing the IDs back to the guys and cracking a smile. “Boys, looks like we’re all in for a hell of a night!”

As they stepped into the spacious lobby, the guys were hit with the sounds of music and excited screams, along with flashing lights. And the most impressive thing of all was a guy with olive skin, well-groomed beard and black hair, and a distinctive aquiline nose that hinted at some mediterranean ir middle eastern heritage. But what really stood out about the guy was his stunning build, partially covered by a sharp suit and shiny black pants, with his muscular torso on display for anyone who wanted to see, staring at them with disconcerting eyes and a mischievous grin that made the three feel like they were really inside the Devil’s Den.

“Dude, they really know how to set a mood.” Jamie remarked, eyeing the imposing figure. “Alright, first drinks, then we hit the dance floor for the hot chicks!”

“Actually, I think I’m gonna hit the bathroom; my bladder’s about to explode!” Fred said.

“Then it’s a wonder you didn’t piss yourself from fear before we even got in.”

“Go fuck yourself, Jamie!” he shot back, irritated, as he blended into the crowd on the dance floor.

“You really can’t pass up a chance to be an idiot, can you?” Mark commented, following his other friend through the crowd. “Let me talk to him; you do something useful and grab the drinks. You know a few shots will loosen him up.”

“It’s not my fault he needs booze to stop being a little bitch.” Jamie yelled to be heard over the noise, turning heads with expressions of disbelief toward him, but he was too hyped about the night’s promises to notice, heading for the nearest bar, closely followed by the sinister figure from the entrance. It wasn’t until he reached the bar that he noticed the company.

“Hello, James.” The man said over the cacophony, though his voice didn’t need to rise for Jamie to hear him.

“How do you know my name?” Jamie shouted back.

“Jerome gave me a heads-up about your arrival; I’m Mr. Shay the manager of this place. And I know you shouldn’t be here tonight, kid.”

“Damn… then why didn’t you stop us at the door?”

“Because I understand the need for a young man to rebel. Especially when his dad is such a major buzzkill.” The man said with bright eyes.

“I… he just wants what’s best for me… a decent job for a real man and… and sometimes it’s a drag.” Jamie replied in a whisper, not realizing the man knew way more about him than he should.

“Oh, I get it, kid, and just when you finally have a chance to chill, your friends leave you hanging.”

“Pussies!” The kid grumbled, not seeing the man’s eyes flash dangerously.

“You seem to have a problem with gay people. What’s that about?”

“I don’t have a problem with gays; I have issues with little faggots, those sissy boys who take it up the ass like they’re chicks. My dad raised me to be a real man.”

“But it’s tough living under the weight of other people’s expectations, under the rigid standards taught by someone, isn’t it? Sometimes all you wanna do is chill out, let loose, and be happy, right? And have your friends be able to enjoy that with you.”

“Yeah…”

“Well, it’s settled! Poncho, a shot of tequila for my buddy here.” The man said as the spell seemed to break while he glided through the crowd with ease, almost floating, and for an instant if one looked closely one would catch a glimpse of his true form.

Still a bit dazed, Jamie turned to the bar and bumped into a Latino guy in his late thirties, with a chiseled, muscular chest completely exposed except for a bow tie around his neck, sipping a drink while the shot of tequila the other guy ordered was held in his hand.

“On the house.” The guy said with a smile. Without thinking twice, Jamie downed the shot.

“Nice one, hermano.” The man commented, grinning.

“Gracias, tio.” Jamie replied, smiling as he left the bar with a dreamy look.

There was definitely something extra in that tequila, Jamie’s rational side thought, a side that seemed to shrink more every minute. He wandered aimlessly through the crowd, seeing colors and smelling scents he’d never experienced before, while that rational side tried in vain to shout inside his head, drowned out by an overwhelming numbness.

“Mierda, que guapo…” he murmured in Spanish, watching a muscular guy dancing shirtless. Without even stopping to think how out of character that was for him.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, with an unspeakable desire taking hold of him, making him vibrate and tremble inside he made his way toward the guy, and just like that, in the blink of an eye, Javier, the latino 21 years old man, approached the older man.

“Hey, papi, want some company?” He asked with a vacant look and dreamy voice that the other guy didn’t seem to notice, and in a few seconds, they were both dancing to the rhythm of the music.

“So, kid, where you from?”

“Right here, raised in El Barrio.” Javier answered.

“But where did your family come from?”

“My grandparents came with my dad and my uncles from Colombia in the early 90s. Maybe you know my uncle. He works as a bartender here; they call him Poncho, even though he’s not Mexican, but he says he doesn’t care.”

“Oh, so that’s why a kid like you is in here.” The man commented.

“I’ll show you who’s the kid.” Javier replied, kissing the man, who returned the kiss with passion.

Neither of them seemed to notice that the kid’s shirt seemed to evaporate in the air or the inches he gained in height or the facial hair sprouting on his face. After a long moment of pleasure, the two pulled away.

“So, papi, am I man enough for you?” Javi asked with a grin, while the other guy stared at him, breathless.

“Now I gotta bounce; my shift’s about to start!” Javi said, walking with a smile toward the bar. His muscles growing and expanding into an athletic, well-proportioned physique, with just the bow tie of his uniform to cover up.

“Hey, you didn’t even tell me your name, boy!”

“If you want to find me, just head to the bar. And don’t call me boy; do I look like a kid to you?” He replied, flexing his muscles. Only a man could call him that, and that certainly wasn’t this one.

When he got to the bar, his uncle greeted him with a smile but also with a warning.

“If your dad finds out about this…”

“What my dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him, tio. Plus, next year I’ll be graduating, and the boss is gonna put me to work in accounting, although I think I’ll still take a few shifts with you just for fun.”

“Javi, you really don’t get it, do you? If not your dad, then because of that musclehead you’re seeing.”

“It’s his fault for not showing up yet. And right when the main attraction’s about to start.” He said, looking at the club’s stage lighting up. “Though to him no attraction compares to my ass.” He concluded with a grin.

[siren-141]

shame on me ✤ final

sorry it took so long, I've been busy with vacation and school. I probably would not have made this into a four-part miniseries without all of the support and requests, so I thank each and every one of you 🥰 here's the final part/epilogue! I hope you all enjoy 🖤

It had been two years.

Paris, Athens, Morocco. You had gone everywhere. Hell, even New York City.

That was maybe the hardest location you had stayed since your disappearance from the Avengers Tower all those years ago – what had been your home for the past few years. Where all of your friends had been, where Bucky had been. Where the two of you had built a home together.

Walking the streets, memories flooding back in every corner you looked…it was rough. It was rough when you’d sit on your fire escape and watch Bucky down below, look in back alleys and knock on doors asking if anyone had seen you. It was rough when you’d look out the window of the coffee shop you were sitting in, sipping on hot tea in the middle of a cold February, and watch Bucky across the street sit in the bar the two of you would frequent when you wanted a night out. It was funny though, watching him look for you in all your frequent places.

He looked for a couple of months, apparently. You hadn’t stayed in NYC for long after you had left the Tower, only staying long enough for your connections to make you a new passport and secure you a house in some other country that was far, far away. But you had kept tabs for the first three months of your escape. Bucky looked and looked, going from state to state and country to country to check out all of the safe houses. Following your normal patterns. But he never came close to finding you.

After a while, he had given up. He had sat slumped in a conference chair with this dead look in his eyes, everything that had ever mattered to him completely gone. His friends tried to console, but it never helped. He blamed himself for your disappearance – and he was right to do so. He finally came to understand that his actions bore the consequence of you leaving not only him, but everyone you loved, probably forever.

He went on missions and acted erratically, got drunk on Asgardian Ale every night that he could. His hair had grown back out, he had become more violent on his missions. Turning into a shell of himself, any reason he had to exercise self-restraint and maintain his humanity now gone. He thought he had healed from the decades of torture, trauma, and brainwashing, and he had: there was no turning back into the Winter Soldier. But he didn’t like who had become without you. Nobody liked who he had become. He was still a damn good agent, but too hot-headed for his own good. Too willing to sacrifice himself. He was on a path of self-destruction, and it seemed like nothing would help except for groveling at your feet if you had ever come back.

You, on the other hand, had it better. You had your horrible nights, of course – nights where you cried and screamed and regretted that you had ever left your friends and only family behind. You just wanted to go home on those nights, but you realized that your home wasn’t in that apartment with Bucky laying next to you anymore: your home would be on that 16th floor of the Tower, waking up every morning and going down the elevator to fix a cup of coffee or tea, never really leaving work since you lived there again. Back to the beginning. You couldn’t do that to yourself – you owed it to yourself to have a fresh start.

But those horrible nights ended about six months into your disappearance. You let yourself grieve a life once lived, but you also realized that you could be anywhere, do anything you wanted now. A true fresh start. You still had all of your aliases with you, but you only went by one now – one that nobody knew of. You supposed that keeping connections outside of the Avengers was one of the smartest things you had done, in the event that you needed to run. In events like these.

So here you were, two years later, sitting outside at a table in Barcelona. You sipped on your coffee, watching over the crowds in the streets. Teenagers out from school during the summertime, walking arm in arm with their friends, laughing and smiling. Couples with their babies, walking down the cobblestone roads with strollers. There was a time that it would have triggered something in you: thoughts of that should have been me. Those thoughts were long gone, though. They had been for a while.

You had moved on. You had moved on from fighting the powers of the world and living life as a civilian. Of course you couldn’t help yourself if you were walking late at night and a thief tried to rob a group of young women – that had happened a year ago, and you had casually walked past and brought the thief down with a few swift moves, before casually walking off in the direction of your flat. But for the most part – you had moved on. You stopped looking for trouble. You stopped being self-destructive and allowed yourself to let the happiness and the joy in of traveling the world under better circumstances than normal. Sure, you had left your old life behind, but you had also begun a new one. You had left and said goodbye to everyone who mattered, effectively bringing everything to a close and not leaving anyone hanging with much more than speculations of how you had disappeared.

Basking in the soft sunlight, you sighed to yourself, content with life. You brought the mug up to your lips, taking a small sip. Setting the mug down, you spoke.

“I was waiting for you to speak, but I was about to ask for the check. Didn’t want you to miss your opportunity.”

Natasha smiled behind her newspaper, having missed the sound of your voice. Putting the paper down, she got up from her seat at the small table behind you and instead sat across from you.

You smiled, having missed your best friend.

“It’s been a while,” she said, small smile still playing on her lips.

“It has,” you smiled back. She hadn’t changed a bit. “I’ve missed you, Nat.”

“I missed you too. We all have,” she replied. “I know you told me not to come and find you, and trust me – I didn’t. I never came to look for you before these past three months. You deserved that kind of peace – you still do.”

“But..?”

She sighed, taking off her sunglasses and setting them gently down on the table.

“We need you. This isn’t a personal visit, unfortunately. Only Tony knows that I’ve come to find you…it was actually his idea.”

You looked at her, almost in shock. A million thoughts flooded your mind. You had made so much progress, lived such a nice life ever since leaving…did you really want to go back?

“You don’t have to. It’s optional – we can find a way to do this without you. I’ll tell Tony that I just ran into a dead-end. Never found you – and I can leave, and we can pretend that this never happened.”

“What’s the mission?”

Natasha paused, hesitating to continue. When you met her eyes, she knew you were serious. “Our files. Our aliases, our covers…everything is in the hands of a man who goes by Typhon. He’s selling it to the highest bidder, which is every single enemy we’ve ever had and everyone who plans to be one. It’s all compromised.”

You thought about it. You didn’t have much time to think about it, though. You had a nice life here – nice and peaceful. But a part of you would always miss the chaos.

Raising your hand, you grabbed the attention of the waiter. “Señor – la cuenta, por favor?”

“Thanks, everyone, for coming. I mean, it wasn’t optional, but you get the gist,” Tony spoke, voice tired and stressed. The room was dark – not the same Tower that they were used to meeting in. Since everything had been compromised, the new meeting point was an underground cave that was unknown to most – old railways that used to be for smuggling in alcohol during the Prohibition Era, now covered up with skyscrapers on top of them.

Everyone stood around, listening intently.

Natasha walked in, joining the rest of the group. “Sorry we’re late, the air was rough.”

There were murmurs, people sharing confused glances.

“Oh my god,” Bucky breathed out, the shakes coming back to his body. His breathing got heavier, his hands coming to the back of his head to alleviate the pressure. Some looked back at him, confused at his realization.

You stepped out from the shadowed corner, just a few seconds behind Natasha, fully suited and ready to get started.

“It’s about time,” Tony said, looking at you before focusing his attention back on the group. “You almost missed the most important part.”

[crying-fantasies]

Wet and messy

Masterlist

Featuring G1! Bluestreak, smut/fluff/humor, CW: Bluestreak is a goofball and a fluffball, slight dubcon (he’s drunk), heavy petting, licking (gotta keep that mouth busy), oral, lube consumption.

It was just another good night cycle on the Autobot city, it was so nice to just lay down with a good old-fashioned book in hand, a cup ready to go the moment you a sip, low lights, and cozy warmth, nothing could ruin the relaxed atmosphere.

It is for that very same reason that you can hear the distant sound, it’s a voice, a very distant one that is soon approaching, very said voice is saying something along the lines of earth's minerals and whatnot, you would recognize that pretty deep tone laced with that gentle baritone, talking so highly of some piece of carbon.

That's your Bluey, alright.

And it gives you a sense of “I was right” when Smokey knocks on the door before opening and revealing a smiley Blue perched on the right shoulder armor of the other praxian, “Could you please shut up your chatterbox?”, smiling you only pat at your side in the berth, Bluestreak chants “my sweetspark!” with long and stretched vocalization.

“Did he…?”

“Consume high grade? Worse, someone gave him nightmare fuel by mistake, and he hasn't stopped talking since then, well, more than usual”, he gives a pat somewhere in the center of Bluestreak's door wings, which rise for a moment before he lays out cold on the mattress, “there we go, all nice and set for a full night cycle of recharge, sorry for the interruption”, Smokescreen leaves shortly after, leaving a now mumbling Blue next to you, he is still moving, trying to cuddle still with closed optics, among all his gibberish you can recognize your name, promptly sighing, leaving the book and cup at the nightstand, soon taking a seat at his open servo, it seems like the sensation is enough to make him open his optics.

“Dearest”, his words are still dragging over the edge of recharge and consciousness, optics barely active as he snuggles the mattress over the berth, he exhales some over the pillow.

It should be criminal, how pretty he is.

But no amount of pretty boy propaganda will allow his digits to trespass the waistband of your pajamas, “wow, no”, his chevron pushes against the soft pillow, looking at the nightstand, pleading with big blue eyes, “No, no, you're wasted, and it's messy enough when we-”

His digits took your chin in between them with such ease, so gently, his faceplate is angled just right to give you no more puppy eyes but half-lidded optics, burning eyes brighter by the way his faceplate darkened by the position.

Damn, cursed praxians for their pretty chevrons, condemn them for their pretty almond-shaped blue optics, curse them for being so good at negotiation, “Okay, okay!”, his digits let you go, a happy and innocent smile that shouldn't have anything to do with the current situation is shown, “I swear, since we went to Hedonia you can't stop to do such things”.

Hedonia, oh Hedonia, such a pretty place, a nice planet to have some vacations.

The problem was that Hedonia didn't have such limits, and you pushed those limits to a place where no one would care for who you were or from where you came. Bluestreak only got caught in the middle of your limitless taste of indecency before returning to Earth. You found new things about yourself, and he did, too.

Of the few things you both bought from Hedonia a pretty pink bottle with consumable gel was present, personal order, sticky, sweet with a tint of acid lemon, lime-based but with energon flavor, the alien owner looked at you both funny, who seemed to be a common couple of young organics asking for a very detailed order after coming out of the lube salon, and just charged you the price while shrugging his two pairs of shoulders, “it can be dissolved in water, no contaminants, animal friendly, still, I recommend you to try it now to assure you don't have a bad reaction, but I doubt it, our products are top tier”, he was telling the truth, satisfied when it didn't do any damage at your skin, but snickering good-naturedly when Bluestreak couldn't stop and gave a long lick over the pink stripe over your palm, his holoform’s earings clicking against his headphones when he just went for it, “you two youngsters go have fun already! Remember to be safe!”

It was a nice vacation, and it was painful to get back to Earth where your habsuit was the only place safe to keep on the newfound kink of your boyfriend, the same boyfriend urging you to get the gel back from the nightstand, “alright I got it, just give me a minute to take my clothes off”

“Why though?”, his digit is drawing nonsense on the fabric over your belly, just shy of touching your chest, “you will look pretty anyways”.

This guy…

“You know what? Fine!”, the bottle opens with a pop, and realization down on you as the slime-like plaster comes out with some chunky pieces in between over your pajamas, “agh! I didn't shake it, is this expired? Does this expire?”

Bluestreak, by any means, seems happier by the added textures of the chunks when his glossa and digits go over your now tainted clothes, “I don't mind”, his voice rumbles, drunk sneaky bot directing the flow of his words into his derma and glossa, resonating into you before he settles for a moment to kiss you, it takes a lot of will power to stop him and escape his hungry mouth, “Wait! We must put the sealant in your joints before we keep on!”, he whimpers, saying how unfair it is, but you only have to remind him the last time you two did it raw and he had to go with Ratchet to get out to last bits of slime.

Ratchet didn't ask many questions, but the mortification was enough to keep Bluestreak quiet for a whole cycle.

You try your damn best to apply the spray sealant over his most difficult-to-clean points, hearing him whimper and even catching on the way his hips rutted over the mattress, telling you to “hurry up” with a “pretty please” at the end, he keeps groping and finally catching one of your legs when his left hand is ready to go moving his whole frame without interrupting you, next thing you know there is a little something doing pressure over your sex from behind, making you stumble over and almost dropping the spray.

“Blue”, he isn't mass-displaced, meaning his glossa is as big as your torso, but the tip of it is big enough to press just right over your clothes and the slime, his pushes gain more urgency, catching into the best place to earn a nervous response, arching your back due to the sudden gasp leaving you, holding onto his chevron in time to not fall over, bad decision, he just takes the opportunity to keep on, “Blue, wait-”

“But you look so good”, his optics are still half open, and he has the perfect view of his glossa pressing your pants in the middle, all your ass messed up with the lube, clenching over your frail body, so wet, so hot, “so pretty”.

“Just work with me, please”, you still hold to his chevron for dear life, putting the spray over his last digit, but he makes it so hard.

I'm so sorry Ratch, “Okay! Done!”

Your words are the last coherent words to be said before he finally drags you down and over his spike, the sensation of the wet clothes makes him moan shamelessly, he says something in his mother tongue, it shouldn't turn you on as much as it does but you only go with it, “oh yeah?” your fingers grab all the lube you can before they smear it over the head of his spike, Blue moans again, this time more timidly as he catches you looking at his faceplate, trying to hide in the pillow, still with an open optic as you start to rock your body against his spike from the underside, just in the part of the pretty latex-like components of his pretty spike, plush enough to let you press your body with less resistance than the rest of his body, “my Blue likes this?”, one leg holds onto his spike, the other is busy trying to reach his anterior node.

Once you do brush it with a finger he calls out your name again, timid like the first time, tasting it and the sensations as his optics shine, his servos still massaging you against his spike, helping you roll in constant pumping, pulsing with every move, condensation shining over his armor and plating, it's so unfair to not be able to kiss him and let him try to quiet down his moans and groan I to your mouth.

It would have to wait, there is always a next time, especially in the way he is so lost in the sensation of the lube, showing a more open Bluestreak, one you love equally as any part of him.

You love these reactions, the raw feelings he gets out of it, how undone he ends, strangling his vocalizer to let you know that he loves it all even when his reactions are probed enough with his physical reactions, there is transfluid coming over the tip of his spike, but you still haven't had your fill, pouring more lube over your chest as he catches on, not able to stop the whimper to finally scoop you up to his derma and kiss you in an absolute mess.

You're only kissing, and maybe it's the fact you accept him and love his kinks as much as he does or the fact that was already ready to go over the edge, it doesn't matter, you feel as pretty as he always says you're when he comes undone with that last kiss, holding onto you with care only a lover could have.

.

Wet and messy was a real challenge, every time I tried to make it work I thought “But it would get inside his joints, or it could be bad for their health or the human's health”, it made me think and I could finally get the job done! God bless Hedonia! The only place you can find anything related to pleasure! And of course, there is Swindle but I can't see Blue asking him for something without blowing a gasket.

@tf-kinktober2024

[runa-falls]

Ok so I've been playing with Mel's Mafia Jake AI and it got me thinking about what Miguel would be like for some reason??? Dude's half Irish so like, maybe he's a boss in the Irish mob. Maybe he took over for his dad and he kind of hates it (has always hated it) but there's really nothing else for him so what can be do? So he goes about his life, about his business, runs his side of things well. He's lonely at the top but he ignores it, doesn't think anyone else would understand the pressure that's on him...

Until he meets you.

It's some celebration (maybe St. Patrick's Day or something idk) and he sees you across the room/bar/whatever and you lock eyes and have A Moment™️ and he decides he has to talk to you. So he does and you hit it off from the get go. You're smart, witty, funny, sexy...just the whole package. He's basically in love, okay?

Then a boss (maybe a rival heheee 👀) from another city or section (or whatever idk how they divide the city up tbh lmao maybe I should've done more research 😭) comes up and he finds out: you're his wife/girlfriend and it's just like a punch in the gut for him. He's devastated. He's never ever wanted anything anyone else had that he couldn't take...until you. Youre kinda bummed too, you really enjoyed the time you spent with Miguel, and you (honestly) aren't a huge fan of your husband/boyfriend (maybe he's an idiot or just a dick idk).

But you guys keep running into each other, and the feelings between you keep growing, until the tension breaks and you hook up with him at another get together (he takes you against a wall, fast and hard, his hand over your mouth because you're moaning as he pushes inside, the stretch of him divine and he buries his face in your neck, his cock spearing in and out of your wet heat in sloppy, hard thrusts. You're both coming in minutes, his spend dripping out of you and down your legs. The sight is almost enough to make him take you again).

After, you both say it was a mistake, that you can't do this again, it won't end well. But neither of you can help it, sneaking off to meet up in random places so no one catches you (except that one time it happened in your bed 🫢). And and and.... yeah. 🫣

I'M SO. SORRY SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED TODAY

OK FIRST, EVERYONE CHECK OUT THIS FAN ART BY @darkfoxkirin -- the mafia!mig of MY DREAMS

PLS WHITNEY:

Maybe he took over for his dad and he kind of hates it (has always hated it) but there's really nothing else for him so what can be do? -> i could literally imagine him sitting on a throne, bored as fuck like 😒 damn this SUCKS lolll

He's lonely at the top -> PLEASE THIS IS GIVING THE MAN WHO HAS EVERYTHING BUT IT'S STILL NOT ENOUGH -- I NEED HIM AHH

you lock eyes and have A Moment™️ and he decides he has to talk to you. -> the moment™️ KILLS ME LOLL, but YES a love or lust at first sight (spoiler, its both). not only does he need to talk to you, he needs you.

But you guys keep running into each other...-> HEY THIS WHOLE PARAGRAPPH, YOU DIDN'T NEED TO DO ME LIKE THAT 0-0, IM MELTING BRUV -- AND THEY KEEP MEETING 🫠

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ok so imagine that he's getting pressured to marry someone because as the boss, he's expected to have an heir to keep the business in the family.

he agrees to meet up with some aristocratic women just to get his advisors off his ass. it's not like he's taking them home or anything, he's merely meeting them at one of the clubs he owns or getting some dinner.

of course, during one of these 'dates' he bumps into you and your husband.

looks like he's not the only one trying to keep a low profile during the affair.

even though your two gangs are rivals, your husband politely greets miguel (though anyone within a 5 mile radius can hear the venom that simmers below his words).

"Mr. O'Hara, what a surprise to see you here..." you roll your eyes at the dick measuring contest. men can be so --

"Likewise."

miguel doesn't even look at him, barely even acknowledges his existence with his murmured reply. he's too busy looking at you in your pretty dress and the necklace that sits against your chest. he gave you it a few weeks ago, the last time he could get you alone.

he tries to catch your eye but you're not looking back at him, you're looking at the girl who clings to his arm.

both of you barely register that your husband is still talking, eyes devouring the woman who's clearly confused by the tension in the restaurant.

"...and who is this lovely thing?"

"this? oh, this is m..." damn, he forgot. SHIT, he literally just read her file in the car before picking her up. this may not be a real date, but he's not a dick!

she saves him the embarrassment, "I'm Melissa, nice to meet you." she offers a hand, expecting a handshake, but your husband takes it for a kiss. gross. even melissa look weirded out.

"So you're finally out in the field again?"

miguel looks at you warily, but you've been avoiding his eyes during this whole interaction.

"You could say that."

"Good for you." your husband reaches out and holds your hands in his from across the small round table, "It's about time us bachelors settle down."

miguel's jaw clenches, watching how uncomfortable you are being touched by him. "Sure. Look it was great catching up, but me and Melinda have a table waiting."

[py-dreamer]

I can't believe this is the first goddamn video I post.

But times are funny like that aren't they?

Ok so as the thumbnail says, this is specifically for the first lmk fic I've written:

"When the sun sets forever."

Yes it's shadowpeach, how on earth did you guess. And if you've floated around my dreamscape for a while, you'll know my...

...very enthusiastic opinions of Macaque...

(I promise I do still like him, he's a great character, it's just I get pretty peeved by how the majority of the fandom portrays their relationship a lot of peeps bashing Wukong and saying Mac did nothing wrong-

I have a whole other post about this and the fic, I'm tired man, here're the links:

https://www.tumblr.com/py-dreamer/751398212493000704/oh-its-macaroni-learns-the-consequences-for

https://www.tumblr.com/py-dreamer/751119540805632000/rant-about-shadowpeach-warning-mac-slander)

But regardless, if you enjoy some Macaca slander, hop on board!

If you don't , good for you! Please don't harass anyone who thinks otherwise.

But to sum up:

In this fic we explore a scenario where Macaque finds a time alterating artifact after a huge spat on the mountain (that resulted in the clip above), uses that artifact to make it so he killed Tripitaka during JTTW. Then we see his pov in this universe where things have certainly changed drastically

...and not necessarily for the better.

People change. Friends or foes found dead or alive. Cities fall and some thrive.

But one thing I can assure you?

Neither of our mystic monkeys are having any fun until the end.

But yeah! Formal announcement post for my fic!

Yes this is a big reason why I've been absent for like a month

No I won't stop posting art. I'm taking a short break rn to get into the rhythm of drawing again

No there isn't a formal posting schedule, but I do have it in mind

No this isn't the big BIG project I've been working on for a few weeks

(Forgive me if I missed anything from s5, this was planned and written before that and I haven't watched it yet)

But enough about me!

I want to thank anyone who's already seen the fic and/or left kudos or comments

And I want to give an especially huge shoutout to @furornocturna for beta reading this thing!

Their work is great! And is one of the most enjoyable reads I've read in a long while

And since I haven't seen an official post for it yet...

SHABAM!!! Another great fic! She recently updated it too! It's about amnesiac Wukong who thinks Macaque is still his mate and MK is their child!

Wham bam, pajama sam's christmas ham: hijinks ensue

Very entertaining, good ol Macaque bashing

(she and I like to stand around him in a circle and give him a good whack with the consequences stick sometimes. It builds character.)

And parental Shadowpeach is always appreciated here. 10/10

I have not linked it but also check out:

Fractured pieces make a mosaic

Also written by her! Another great fic that delves into more of the sins of Macaque against EVERYONE not just Wukong

But about the video, yea just heard the audio and thought it'd be funny

I feel like Chang'e would definitely comfort a friend after some harsh words like what happens in the 1st chapter

Or at least she'd hear what Macaque did from Wukong and give massive side eye

(Especially since I figured she'd have a damn well knowledge of bad men *cough* *cough8 the reason Zhu Bajie got kicked out of heaven in the first place *cough* *cough*

I know they've rarely interacted in canon but hey, they've at least met on screen and we know Wukong can build a rocket to visit. Plus both being lonely immortals with cute animal subjects being theri only companions for centuries...

I have a feeling they'd get along somehow

They remind me of friends who exchange pics of their cute pet, only it's more like children for Wukong since they're literally his Sun family

And anyway the fandom pairs Mac and Chang'e just because they have a moon motif so let me have this goddamit.

[darkerthanblack-666]

Ok, so the summary of today's day (it's fun, you know I'm a writer, so I can make it fun):

Before the concert+the concert

I went out. It didn't rain. I got to the city centre and it was raining like hell, but of course I didn't have an umbrella... I had my leather jacket though. Leather jackets are useful, because you can take them off and cover your hair and they don't get wet. But when I got there, it stopped raining, yay! Lucky me 😆

I got there maybe an hour before the doors? I would get an usual spot at the barrier on the side, but a girl was keeping it for her friend, so I let them have it and went to the middle. It was scary at first, because I never know what my happen and it's hard for me to stand for too long (which everyone knows, because I talk about it here a lot), but as usual the BC fandom here is very chill and most people were super nice and friendly and polite to each other, it's one of the main reasons why I love their concerts so much 💖

Most of the time I didn't see much, but Joel and Joonas got many interactions, if I find videos of those, I'll let you know! I had Joel right in front of me almost all the time, I could see his red snoot and wet upper lip, and he hit his face with the chain all the damn time... this guy 😆. Honestly, I had more fun there, in the 3rd row, than at the barrier on the side. Maybe it's because I was close to Joel, dunno 🤣. But it was probably my best BC concert so far, because I finally managed to relax and my anxiety was on a very low level. It really makes a huge difference!

Oh, and of course I lost my hairband with a big red bow. All because of Ghostkid's vocalist! I was filming Dark Side and he got near the crowd, I had no idea he was going to jump into it, because I'm small, I barely can see what's going on with everyone around being so tall. So he knocked off my hairband and I managed to catch my classes on time 😭. But I did catch him somehow, I made sure he didn't fall. Also damn, this guy is so light! Even with my health issues I feel like I could carry him myself easily. Also I'm not super sad about the hairband, if someone found it they can keep it, it's just a funny story 😂. If I lost my glasses, THEN I'd be upset. Because glasses are expensive. Btw I literally have it on video, I have proof! It's the funniest part of it 🤣

We also got another "kurwa bob" moment and Niko got a flower crown in the colors of the Polish flag! I even managed to take a quick photo (as I said, my camera is shite):

(he took it off soon after, so I was lucky to catch this moment on my camera, also hi Joel you look awful here, but so do I in most of the photos and you're still my fave edgelord 💖)

Meeting the band after the concert

I wasn't sure if it was worth to wait for them. It was still a bit rainy and the last day bus was leaving in 30min (night buses arrive only every 30min, so it's a pain in the ass). Most people have left, there weren't many of us left, maybe ~20 people waited? But I thought I don't get to see them live that often, so what the hell, I'll wait.

There were staff members and guys from the supporting bands walking around freely (everyone is always polite and we let them work in peace, it's why I love the fans here, they don't chase anyone away 💖), even Olli just walked around unbothered (I think only I noticed him at that time tbh, but I ain't a snitch hehe).

Tommi and Aleksi just went to the bus and it's understandable. Tommi is just Tommi and Aleksi was sick. All of the other guys actually stayed with us to talk and I've never had such a long interaction with them before! I feel even luckier and I'm so happy that I stayed 😍

I think everyone knows Joel is sick, so we didn't want to bug him too much. He was nice enough to let us take some photos and let us give him hugs, and he was pretty much braindead 😂. But it's understandable, he's usually braindead and he's also sick, so it's worse. I'm happy I could give him a proper hug this time, because the first time I met him I was too scared for one. The 2nd time I asked for one and patted his shoulder nervously. But this time? I just hugged him with no fear! I'm making progress here 💖

Niko is always the most friendly one, so we had a chat with him and he asked what does kurwa mean (really dude? you have no google in your phone?) and I told him it's like vittu, other people added more information, and I said he should google it, he'll find funny things. Niko, please. Just google it, dude 😂.

I also hugged him and he has a really soft coat, which other girls pointed out and he joked he's wearing nothing underneath, because he's Finnish and isn't cold (a deja vu moment, because there was exactly the same situation in Poznań before: "Niko, aren't you cold?" "No, I'm Finnish"), so I also told him it used to be much colder here in general, because we did have very cold winters before. It's always fun talking to Niko 💖

The next one was Olli, but I'm leaving Olli for the last part of the story, because it's the best. Now, I did hug Joonas and got a photo with him, but my brain is totally blank if we actually did talk to him. I think not really? Uh, dunno 😂. But it was a positive interaction as well 💖

Now, Olli. Everyone knows I just couldn't like the guy because of his crazy stans, so I was "meh" about him, but actually meeting him properly just changed my mind. He's really easy to talk to! But I really didn't think I'd manage to come up with an interesting topic, I usually have nothing to say and I'm horrible at asking questions.

My brain decided to ask him about Silent Library. It basically went like:

Me: "So I watched this show, Silent Library Suomi, and you were getting all these red cards. Was it done like that on purpose, or was it just a coincidence?

Olli (grinning): "it's called back luck"

Now, if you watched their vlogs and he had those funny moments with puns everyone loved, IT WAS LIKE ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS. But I don't have it on the camera (which is ok, I did that just for myself).

He explained it really was accidental and no one was plotting against him (I did joke that Joel maybe did 😂). I think he enjoyed talking about it, because I doubt anyone would get an idea to ask him about this show (though I might be wrong).

So here you go, it's called bad luck. That's it. I got the info from the man himself 😂

But, there's more. The girl who was taking photos of us had a malfunctioning phone and accidentally took a photo of his feet and he was wearing flip flops (she did show it to him too lmao). I'll share it as soon as I get it. Also she came up with a joke that I already told her I'm going to steal:

OlliFans

(feet pic coming soon 👌)

We all laughed really loud at it (Olli wasn't there anymore, so we=us girls), so I'm releasing it into the world, because it can't be kept in containment 😂

That's it for now, more video content coming tomorrow (cause I'm tired)

[gemwolfz]

totals really good visual au and postcanon au, ba 𓅽 yami and akh 𓅜 atem, They are based on simplified versions of ancient egyptian conceptions of the soul but unfortunately i am not well versed enough to explain it personally. and total has not used tumblr in years so it can't explain either. I can throw you the wikipedia page for now also totals rudimentary explanation is somewhere in the live gem reaction tag

actually total offered to write its own explanation so that'll be under the cut along with its art hooray!!!

okay hi so basically:

ygo doesny seem to give a shit about how souls work in egyptian myth but. basically, it would be funny if yami was a ba while appearing to yugi (not while possessing him obv). hes comically small and unintimidating but still a force to be reckoned with. its pretty much just a visual au and im genuinely surprises no ones done it yet?

akh-atem is different, i havent watched dsod yet so maybe that would fuck with canon compliance but. if you dont know, an akh is a complete, elevated soul created by a special union between the ka and the ba. i dont believe everyone in egypt got this treatment (it was a very specific and lengthy process) but atem is a cool guy he deserves it. Mildly fucks with canon but i imagine some of the remaining tomb keepers perform the necessary rituals until the creation of his akh is complete.

though atem was already chilling in the afterlife as a ba, now hes like. one with the gods. a being of pure light with insane amounts of power that can travel between earth and the afterlife (bas can already do this but shhh). what is he going to do with this? probably pay the living he knew a visit. sometimes. domino city is a bit far from egypt and atem is really trying to relax now. still, he is watching over yugi in this state and trying to keep him safe even if yugi has no idea. he can also appear in dreams! and i think he can make himself known when he is visiting earth though 1. he is scary 2. he is selective so he doesnt ever do it unless he has to. i have a scenario in my head where yugi visits atems tomb and tries to give him something (cards maybe) abd then hes like. damn i miss him. and atem flies down from the heavens as bright as the sun and jyst shows up in front of yugi and is like HOLY SHIT YUGI HI and yugi is reasonably horrified at first. luckily being a powerful ascended spirit doesnt change your personality

INFO on the akh design in question:

- i had to make my own buuut it resembles an ibis (has a human head of his likeness too). However akhs can take any form they desire. atem can look like his old self if he wants. you just csnt really fly around like that ykno

- usually, only his two Main Eyes arw open. his forehead eye opens if hes doing some scary magical spirit shit (his other two will be closed).

- his wing eyes only open if he is showing himself to someone (letting them be able to see him, making himself known), or threatening someone (im sure he has his reasons). each individual wing eye produces INSANE amounts of light and when all are open van give him the appearance of being a pure white glowing being. It will also burn your retinas right off. he is one with the sun after all

- atem is human in the afterlife. he only becomes a fucked up shadow bird if he needs to travel down and hang out on earth and stuff

[epickiya722]

As dark as a story JJK can get, I love there are moments that are funny, some being moments that when you actually think about it, it's funny. Sometimes it would be something so outrageous that you have to laugh.

The MC was already a powerhouse before the plot really kicks off. He is known to be such a powerhouse that some people believed he's the reincarnation of Mirko Cro Cop... WHO IS STILL ALIVE. That is a real person, folks!

The funniest thing Yuji be doing in fights for me is chucking things at people and curses. He has thrown cars, signs, etc.

Sukuna's introduction. This guy is known as the King of Curses and yet, Yuji is the first person of the story to actually humiliate him. He sasses him. "It's my body!" A 15-year-old sasses the King of Curses and even after he learns who he is really, Yuji is not intimidated by him in the slightest. At best, Sukuna annoys him.

Sukuna's outfit of choice in his soul room is a kimono with a bow tied in the back. He's a fashion icon, for real.

Nanami is the one who envisions the Gojo "I'll murder you" scene. He's responsible for that.

Jujutsu Kaisen has became known for jumping. A rather smart decision to do when facing a strong opponent. Like, jump that fool!

Speaking of jumping, Mahito has became a meme. Him getting jumped is pretty much why he set out to kill Yuji and Nanami, when you think about it.

Megumi had to take tame his shikigami to control them, except for the Divine Dogs. That means he had to tame frogs, a horde of rabbits and a damn elephant.

Nobara's weapon of choice? Hammer and nails. She's building houses out of curses with some voodoo thrown in there.

Shoko got her doctor's license by cheating. But she's still good at her job.

Gojo's forehead flicks are strong enough to send someone to Shoko.

Sukuna, during the Fearsome Womb Arc, actually waited for Yuji to switch back with him instead of immediately causing some havoc. The King of Curses, evil incarnate, waited.

One of the upperclassmen is a damn panda that's not really a panda.

Because Inumaki speaks in rice-ball ingredients, conversations with him will be funny.

Geto has an arsenal of squid curses. Where did they come from?!

Geto became a cult leader at 17. The biggest question I have is where the hell did a teenager get monk robes from?!

He was also called mommy by a worm curse. Was that foreshadowing? I don't know!

To think, later, his body is put in a nurse outfit. With lipstick and nails done, too.

Toji really had beef with kids. (Teen Gojo and Geto.) Dude even forgot his own kid's name. And it's probably the most ironic name of the series. MEGUMI'S NAME MEANS "BLESSING".

Yaga looks tough and he is, but this man has a weakness for cute things. Bro makes cute, creepy cursed dolls... I think we should hype Yaga up more.

Toji actually got in a fight with Red Lobster and Miruko's (BNHA) cousins.

Jogo got to live every fan's dream of being close to Gojo and Sukuna. He also got in Choso's face and touched Nanami.

Tengen's gender is "granny" apparently. They're so real for that.

Sukuna's right hand is Uraume and the reason being because they can cook.

Yuji is a fan of Jennifer Lawrence and will introduce himself as such.

Todo really beat Megumi's ass because his type are kind people. And when he was getting his ass beat, Megumi was gonna summon Mahoraga.

When Megumi finally does summon Mahoraga... it's against Haruta, of all fucking people.

Haruta tells Megumi "Fuck you" for that.

Nanako's technique is literally taking pictures. With her cell phone. I know for a fact she runs out of storage fast.

MAPPA be devious with the openings. "Oh, that character died? They're staying in the opening." "Oh, a city was destroyed? Here's a reminder during this fire ass song."

Choso and Todo's "false memories" of Yuji. That is all.

Choso's choice of hairstyle? High spiky ponytails. And it's iconic!

If you pay attention to the Sukuna vs. Mahoraga fight, you can see that Sukuna chucks a piece of the airplane at Mahoraga.

Before the fight really gets crazy, Sukuna comes out of a building with popcorn and soda. Mind you, the district was probably closed and evacuated.

Why did Megumi react like that towards Ozawa? "Oh, it's like that?!"

In dub, Nobara calls Mahito a "bitch".

Panda wants to punch a zebra one day.

Kenjaku is a dad and a mom.

Can't believe Gojo and Geto broke up in front of the KFC.

There's a guy who wears a costume that has him half nude. And he's funny.

Look, there's a lot of things.

[kimiro-art]

PLEASE MAKE A NSFW BIKER AIS OR PIRATE AIS HC 🙏🙏🙏

Coming right up!

BIKER AIS (N)SFW HEADCANON

It's not really nsfw but more like the little foreplay bevor I make the nsfw part

You and Ais have been together for a while now. It's actually kind of funny to remember how you met eachother.

You worked part-time in a small bar for little money. Just enough to stay afloat while looking for a real job. you had to deal with all kinds of people at work. Nice people who wanted to spend a relaxing time with friends. People who came to the bar almost every day to forget about their hard day at work, and sometimes there were rude customers who not only drank like a bottomles hole but also behaved unpleasantly the more they drank.

that one evening. Of course you were lucky to have such a customer. Yay. Not unusual for you, but still a pain in the ass.

a guy who has been sitting there for two hours that won't stop flirting with you. tries to get your number or, at a certain point, even suggests having some fun on the toilets, getting a little closer to you with each passing moment. too close.

Ugh.

But just as you were about to push him away. he was ripped away from you and thrown back into his chair.

“I think you’re making them uncomfortable”

a dark male voice said. you look to where the voice came from and your eyes met a man in a motorcycle helmet. He was big... really big. His leather pants and jacket made small squeaking noises as he turned to you. His helmet was completely black. You couldn't even see his eyes. but when you looked up a bit. you notice red little horns on it. Now you know that these were not part of the helmet.

After a moment of silence, he took off his helmet. Revealing sharp red eyes. Dark hair with white spots at the end and a scar across his brow. Damned. He looked really good. Way too good looking, you remember thinking.

After just looking at you, he asked you if you were okay and took a seat at the bar. A real gentleman. That night. He sat at the bar until your shift ended. Make sure the guy didn't have a chance to do anything stupid again while having a very nice conversation with you. He ended up giving you his number and even drove you home. And then. A good friendship and an even better relationship developed between the two of you. Call it a cliché, but the fact that he “saved” you was the moment you kind of fell in love with him.

You smile at the thought as you look at your phone. You just texted your boyfriend. All dressed up and ready for this date.

You had this little thing. You and Ais. You both loved night drives through the city before ending the drive at your usual spot where you always had little stargazing dates. Nothing special, but you both had a lot of fun every time.

A familiar sound pulled you out of your thoughts. A motorcycle engine. A smile spread across your face as you walked down the stairs to Ais. When you opened the door you saw Ais standing there. Sitting on his motorcycle and holds your helmet on his lap. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he was grinning. Just like every other time you see each other.

You quickly got on the back of his bike and put on the helmet he got just for you while wrapping your arms around him. He placed his hand on your thigh squeezing it a little before looking back at you.

“Ready to go, Sparrow?”

You grin, sliding a little closer to him. For safety reasons ofc.

“Let’s go”

And with that. Ais started the engine and drove onto the road. The large buildings looked so beautiful at night with all their lights. Like a cooler night sky. You just loved the way it felt and the way you strolled through the city. He made riding a motorcycle look so easy and worry-free.

You remember trying to sit on his bike alone ones. Your feet didn't even touch the ground and you had a hard time not falling over with this heavy machine. Ais had to laugh at the stressed face you made by just trying not to fall over. Not even driving the bike. It was certainly embarrassing, but you have to admit that. Cycling wasn't really your thing. You preferred to sit in the back. Hold on to Ais. Being close to him as he drove the two of you around. It somehow was calming to you.

After the trip. Ais and you finally found the little Clive just next town. It was a perfect view over all the buildings, but still far enough to see the stars shine in their full glory.

It was definitely breathtaking, just like the first time ais brought you here.

After Ais got off his bike and took off his helmet. He came straight towards you. pulling you in for a long kiss.

“I really missed you.”

You smile at that. Wrap your arms around his shoulders and just enjoy this greeting of his

“We've been apart for two days and you are already acting as if it was two decades ago.”

“It definitely felt that way. Let me just enjoy this for a bit,”

he grins as you both sit down on the grass. Looking over the city. Or at least. You looked over the city. Ais, on the other hand, was a bit more busy lookingat you. Holding you tight and kissing your cheeks and neck every now and then.

You couldn't help but giggle at his little kisses tickling your skin.

"Ais.. I thought we'd enjoy the view"

"Hmm.. actually screw the Veaw. I’d rather enjoy you a little bit.”

You blush at this. It's not like this was new to you. It wasn't the first time you and Ais had been a little distracted on your little dates here, but today he's a little bolder than usual. But to be fair. You kind of hoped it would be like this. You've both been so busy these days that neither of you have had time for dates or even intimate time.

Ais wasn't the only one who was frustrated and hungry for touch. So You moved closer to him. enjoying his teasing kisses before turning around to finally return his kiss. It's a deep kiss. You could feel his longing in it.

He pulled you closer to him before you flipped him onto his back and sat on top of him on his lap. Earning a suprised giggle from the man now below you. Break the kiss to look at him. God. He looked so beautiful like this. Waiting for you. For what you might do next. You loved this look. His eyes watch you intently.

"Oh? What’s this about, sparrow?”

He grins and you couldn’t help but return it as his hands made their way on to your hips. squeezing them slightly.

"Well, I was hoping the bike wasn't the only thing I could ride tonight."

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It's not like I wanted it to turn out but I still hope this is fine bevor the nsfw bomb

[anastasiaskarsgard]

Ayo I need a part 3 of the marquis x reader cop Fic. How does the reader fall for the marquis? What’s up with that other doctor? What kind of role does the reader being a cop play into the story?

The rioting had spun the city into chaos in a matter of hours. It was as though everyone had gone mad. People were looting, and destroying monuments that could never be replaced. It didn’t make any sense to her; some people’s desire to destroy.

“You see the new memo?” Richie asked her as he sat at the desk across from her at the police station.

“I just got here. Had to go home last night after they pepper sprayed us.” She said, shaking her head from the phantom burn she swore was still there.

“Ouch you were there for that? Damn girl. Looks like it’s only getting worse. Our sources say some super assassin is coming to challenge some crime boss. Frankly I say leave them alone and let them cancel each other out. They’re lost causes anyway.” Richie ranted.

As she pulled up her memo she looked over the names and faces of the players involved. A few of their faces were familiar. These guys were not amateurs. They were the type that everyone knew was no good, but never seemed to be arrested. Friends in high places, and lots of reasonable doubt in their favor.

In other words; corruption. Scanning through all the names and photos, she noticed the last name wasn’t a name at all, and had a very low quality picture that was so blurry, it could be anyone.

“The Marquis.” Richie read over your shoulder. “He’s a bad egg from all accounts. Worse than the Russians, the mob, the yakuza combined. Completely ruthless.”

“You’re such a busy body. Where do you get all these facts?” She asked as she made the bunny ears quote signs with her fingers.

As Richie went into a long tirade about his sources, she couldn’t help but wonder about the nickname. Marquis were pretty uncommon, but there was no way. She shook her head, and laughed at herself.

To think that Vincent would be a criminal was impossible. He donated to sick children, he was always an absolute gentleman and he hadn’t even tried any funny business. Even if she wished he would.

“What’s up?” Richie asked.

She realized too late she was smiling. “I’m just laughing at a ridiculous thought.”she admitted.

Richie looked at her oddly and walked away.

She looked over the names and pictures again, trying to commit them to memory, when her phone rang. Answering it, she was told by her boss to come to his office.

Suddenly very nervous, she went over any possible reasons she could be in trouble but came up with nothing. In spite of that, she was still quite nervous as she stepped out of the elevator and approached his receptionist.

Before she could even say anything, she was told to go right in. He was waiting on her.

Now she really was freaked out. Knocking lightly on the massive oak doors, she heard a clipped “come in” from inside.

Opening the door, she closed it behind her and confidently approached her boss. She didn’t want to assume she would be staying long enough to sit, so she stood before him expectantly.

“How long have you been with us?” He asked.

That was unexpected, and her confidence wavered, “it’s been seven years last month.”

“And not one single write up, infraction or reprimand. Exemplary service, all your colleagues and superiors sing your praises and you even appear to be active in the community. You’re almost too good to be true.” He stated, narrowing his eyes at her suspiciously. “Or are you the worst?”

Shocked by the turn of his statement, she only could get out a flustered what.

“Sit down!” He ordered.

She did, nervously running her hands on her pants before looking back up at the man.

He sat there for a few minutes, staring back at her. She had no clue where this was coming from, or where it had come from so she waited.

Finally he spoke, “what is your relationship with Vincent de Gramont?”

“He is a friend and donor for the hospital I volunteer at. Is he in trouble?” She asked.

“You are only friends with the handsome billionaire? The extravagant dinners and flowers he sent you here of all places, were friendly?”

“I don’t think my personal life is an appropriate topic.”

Huffing loudly, and standing suddenly, he made his way around his desk and stood in front of her. She couldn’t help but notice he was a very handsome man, exuding authority and commanding submission. He was probably in his fifties, and his hair was prematurely graying. Age lines and crows feet, as well as worry lines were present, even with his face at rest. She wondered all this man had witnessed in his life.

Unaware of the transparency of every emotion she had, playing clear across her face; her boss witnessed her compassion and worry written on her face. Coming to a decision, he squatted down to be eye level with her, in an attempt to soften what he was sure now, would be a devastating blow.

Looking deep in her eyes, he took her hand in his , sandwiching it between his hands, in what he hoped was a comforting gesture, he stated….

“Your Marquis and my Marquis are the same.”

[skylarmoon71]

Eobard Thawne - Extra (Flash)

“You’d look a lot cuter if you smiled.”

Eobard thought being trapped at Star Labs and inability to take out his arch nemesis was the worst thing that could happen to him, but he was terribly wrong. Because the woman who was attached at his hip was much more irritating than any master plan he’d been scheming all his life.

You always wore a smile. Insistent on getting him to become good.

How laughable.

The only reason he hadn’t taken down the entire building is his lack of speed. That and the little trinket Cisco created to monitor him. It tracked everything. He almost thought it could be his bad intentions, because he definitely felt a jolt when he was glaring at Barry a few days ago.

“I can’t believe you all are stupid enough to believe this woman is a cupid.” Eobard grumbled.

“We’ve literally seen talking gorillas, sharks and freaking aliens. Cupids seem pretty believable."

Cisco continued to lick at the popsicle as he swirled in the chair. Harry was not too far away, tinkering with some items. Discreetly stealing glances. Just to be safe.

When Barry not so casually walked in and whispered something in your ear, Eobard didn’t like the way your eyes lit up. The both of you left, and he could feel his mind reel at the possibilities of torture he was in for. Cisco snickered from his spot.

“Something funny.” Eobard pressed.

“Oh, you’ll see.”

He didn’t like the sound of that.

“So how do I win his heart?”

Barry was the last person to help with that question. So he’d just handed you a book.

“These are some ideas I got from a reliable source.”

Source meaning lots of google searches. You took it happily, diving into the contents. Barry was impressed at the way your eyes whipped over each page. In a matter of seconds you were done with the forty page journal he’d put together.

“Got it! Thanks Barry.” You threw the book and Barry caught it clumsily. When you entered the room, you were almost glowing. You marched straight over to Eobard who narrowed his eyes.

“Would you like to have a seat?” You pulled out a chair, but he merely folded his arms.

“I’m fine.”

“A massage?”

“Pass.”

“Chocolates?”

“I’m allergic.”

“Bath?”

“Took one thirty minutes ago.”

You were running out of ideas, and Eobard was sure with each word you would snap at him, but you were still wearing an almost contagious smile.

“Thank you, I think now I’ve learned more about you than when I started. “ It took him a few seconds to realize what had just happened. His hands unfolded slowly.

“You played me..”

Was this what it felt like when someone used a reverse uno card on you?

Before he could apprehend you, you were skipping off. Cisco was just sitting there confused.

“What did she just do?” He waved around his partially melted popsicle. Barry decided to explain.

“I gave her a book on studying human behavior. It was centered around romantic encounters. Some of that stuff is actually accurate when it comes to reading body language. She knows you're combative.”

Cisco’s mouth formed an ‘o’ shape.

“Damn, she played you like a fiddle.”

With one look, Cisco was silent for the remainder of the day.

It was clear that the journey to change Eobard would be a tough one. While they were willing to try. There were still points that were a lot harder than most.

“Not that I don’t trust him, but it’s been a few weeks and I’m still afraid to fall asleep in the lab. We could keep him locked up in the pipeline, but (Y/N) might have a breakdown if we did that again.” Cisco was right.

“I can take him!”

The poof of your appearance startled both Barry and Cisco.

“Don’t do that!!”

You giggle bashfully.

“Sorry, I keep forgetting humans don’t teleport. I’ll do better.” When Cisco got his heart rate under control.

“You’re going to take him to your place. I just realized we’ve never asked where you’re poofing too all the time!”

“I have a place here. Cupid’s are very resourceful. This isn’t my first time in this city. I’ve been here many times, I’ve just never stopped long enough to do much. But now that I have my soul mate we can live together and cuddle all day long.” After that statement it appears you were off in your own world. So Cisco took that time to negotiate.

“It's not a bad plan. She’s the only one who’s not scared shitless of him. Plus she’s like all powerful. He’d be screwed if he tried anything. “

It was very appealing. Barry turns back to you.

“Are you sure you can handle him?”

“Yes!! Please, please, please!” Your eyes did that thing again and Cisco agreed.

“Alright fine you can have him just stop it with the cute freaking eyes!!”

Your grin was wide, and you gave Cisco a hug. He stumbled slightly at the whiff of pink.

“Thank you!” You were gone again, and Barry groaned.

“Barry, I love you bro.” Cisco was wearing a silly smile as he patted Barry on the shoulder.

“I know.” They supposed they would have to get used to this.

~~

“Here’s a blanket, and your bed is right here.” Eobard stared down at the king sized bed.

“Where is yours?”

“We can share.”

“Absolutely not. “

“Why not?”

Eobard assumed you were joking, but he should have known that at this point, he should take everything you say as it was. Because you were as naive as you were powerful. He’d put up with your constant flirting, inserting, pestering. But it was never ending. The worst part wasn’t your infatuation, but your view that if you invested enough, then you’d magically wake up one day and he’d be some good guy. He wasn’t as oblivious as Team Flash gave him credit for. It’s clear that was the only reason he wasn’t rotting in Argus right now.

It was aggravating.

“I’ll never change.”

There was a bit of contempt in those words, and all you offer is a smile.

“I don’t remember saying I was going to change you.”

Eobard squinted.

“It’s naive to expect you to become a hero overnight. Of course I’d prefer it if you didn’t go around impaling people. But I don’t want you to change everything about yourself. There are certain traits you have that are a part of you. You’re stubborn, combative, brutally honest. Even under normal circumstances, these are regular characteristics that make up a person. To ask you to change that would be wrong. That’s not love. Love is making a person better inside and out because you care. Not changing them because people expect it of you. “

Eobard didn’t have words to retaliate against that.

Deep down he knew that you were right in some aspects. Had he never met Barry Allen, his life would have been much different. He could have been a professor somewhere and maybe..

His eyes drifted in your direction, this time, he found himself enamored by the soft inviting smile you wore. He held your gaze for a few moments before turning away.

“I’ll take the couch.” With a laugh, you stack the colorful sheets.

“Have a good night.”

You murmur comfortingly.

For once, he felt like he actually might.

[rrrrinmaru]

liveblog of 03 - talented hunter

as an opening i should highlight that it was not immediately clear to me that order no. 85 was not related to the wanderers that appeared outside the train - i didn't know the wanderers at the train had been completely eradicated by mc in the two in-game battles. the transition from the end of ch 2 to the start of ch 3 was not the clearest

however. knowing now that xavier really just saw mc running on the top of the train dome to fight the wanderers while drinking his little vending machine drink and then fucking off on a zip line is so hilarious to me. he really said i'm not on the clock for these wanderers. happy for you that you're fighting them but that's not my business. chin up girl and then he flew off on a zip line. i can't believe he disappeared into the setting sun of the horizon on a zip line. where is the end of the zip line. where did he zip to. my god the man that you are

mc: is he... comforting the wanderer? xavier: proceeds to blitz the wanderer into shards of light and smoke

also why is the moon so huge. are we that close to the moon in this universe?

why did the collar light up red when he crushed the protocore...

either xavier is under some kind of mind confusion or he genuinely thinks it's funny as hell to hold us at sword point and string us up by one foot to make mc stammer out her recollection of their first meeting while knowing full well who she is.

again with the weapons disappearing into nowhere - i do wonder how they're kept (some kind of space skill?) and why can rafayel just arm himself with what looks like a pretty long and sharp dagger at will? linkon city lawless land?

xavier: i'm surprised you came in here alone mc: i had no choice, my partner disappeared. xavier, the partner in question:

i'm starting to think he strung mc up intentionally to injure her so he has a valid reason to force her out of the no hunt zone...

tenebrae (黑猎) - black market hunters? tea

naur has the forest been tainted by the metaflux fluctuations? or is xavier trying to pull a fast one on us...

hate to see you go love to watch you leave... that ass xavier that ass...

i love how xavier is like you're pretty close to the edge of the forest just walk out yourself and mc already got lost in the forest at least once

no signal? in a society this technologically advanced? there must truly be some shit in this forest - no wonder it's a no hunt zone

XAVIER IS LOST TOO? i knew he was as directionless as zoro. i knew it in my heart.

XAVIER I LOVE YOU YOU ARE SO FUNNY JUST SAY YOU GOT LOST THREE TIMES HELP ME he is so funny jesus

i wonder what the uniform is made out of... who makes them... are they metaflux resistant? bulletproof? must be lightweight to accommodate all the movement... and it clearly must be sexy too

"how's your ankle" the wound that you caused?

wanderers can RECONSTRUCT themselves if they absorb enough metaflux??? bruh

breaking a flux nexus can give a protocore? damn

and the moon is suddenly far away again? how does this work exactly

ARE YOU SUPERHUMAN? HOW DID YOU DO THAT.... XAVIER HOW DID YOU JUST JUMP UP AND MOVE AWAY!!!

why are we giving the special golden protocore to xavier, known protocore destroyer...

omg sylus mention!!! the modified protocores is their business.... what a profitable business. OMG MEPHISTO CAMEO?

PLEASE NOT XAVIER JUST SAYING I DON'T REALLY HAVE DREAMS you are so funny what the hell AND THEN SAYING I'M THE ONLY ONE LEFT IN MY FAMILY.... BROTHER

i can't believe mc said beg me for help and xavier immediately begged. what the fuck. xavier you can't do this to me...

if we can't analyse the original protocurves at all... are onychinus creating their own protocores? manufacturing? or are there new protocores created through (i assume) wanderer evolution? whack

wow imagine working for one night and then having two days off. i would like to join the hunter's association...

xavier eats dry and PLAIN bread? my man...

COULD YOU CHOOSE ME AS YOUR PARTNER im stunned. im

XAVIER HAS A 0.7% MISSION COMPLETION EFFICIENCY???

he was so pleased when mc said i choose you (pokemon voice) and then the way his smile dropped when mc said i want your teleport skill... i want to squish his cheeks...

[hellcatinnc]

Piofiore Fated Memories Gilbert Redford Review

Includes Spoilers

Ok so it has been long overdue I have wanted to play Gilberts route from the very start actually he is the reason I bought the game. Not only does the whole eye patch thing remind me of a pirate which is so hot to me but also the fact that the same voice actor of my beloved Impey Barbicane from Code Realize: Showtaro Morikubo. I love this man's voice and how he talks something about him is comforting. Then when I got the game I was upset I had to play everyone before unlocking him. Now don't get me wrong I am glad I got both Dante & Nicola's routes though or I would love my sweet Dante so much if not. However I still wanted to see how Gil was. So in Orlok's route he is kind of a dick but outside of that in all the routes for the most part that I have seen Gilbert he is actually a decent guy.

Now going into his route which weirdly enough starts off super early right after the prologue not delayed several chapters like all the ones before. Also the moment you meet Gil is after he pays off some dudes to leave you and this feisty little homeless kid alone. Like you can tell not only does he love people of the city but he even loves kids as well as of course women. He is very chivalrous as well as very charismatic. Everyone loves him and you see it with the way people address him when he walks through town. Its not even unheard of for people to flirt with him and him flirt back yet somehow he does it in away that I don't doesn't spark a jealousy way. Like if I was in the situation I think it might be a bit different but like he doesn't flirt with just anyone its people he knows and like alot are older women and he will talk about how they are sure to win any man over etc. The point being is he is a sweet talker.

When Liliana has to stay with him to be protected he jumps right into telling Oliver he is gonna take her on a date the next day and then he tells people through town she is his girlfriend and that its fate they met. Its funny because the moment he gets a chance he apologizes for it which is funny cause you might think he is kind of a ladies man since he even tells you in the beginning however his gentleman side of him says other wise. Like he even tells you that you don't have to be his girlfriend but it might be a easier way to keep her protected. Then this man who isn't even love with her yet takes her on a shopping spree buying her pretty accessories and pretty clothing that he chooses out as well as some she does. He takes her for a walk near the beach and gets gelato for them. Then out of nowhere he says he wants to taste hers and takes a bit of hers. It was so intimate and sweet and it did what it was supposed to. It left her heart fluttering and her mesmerized by his lips so close to hers. Like Gil is the kind of guy that will pull you in without trying.

I feel like he has a gentleman meets prince charming with a bit of roughness to him that is how he comes off to me. He also takes you on another date and tells you that you should wear one he picked you out. Its funny cause he is respectful and apologizes and takes your hand and asks things about some stuff others his dominance shines through and its so damn hot. Like even how he pays attention to the wording when he says things is enough to make you melt. Gil is the kind of guy who could leave you turned on even when you weren't expecting to be. He is super protective and honestly its not hard to feel safe with him its just how he makes you feel. Its funny cause at the beginning of your route Henri asks you on a date and he is so sweet and timid its such a big difference in how Gil is. I love that Gil is sweet and sometimes a bit over the top he reminds me alot of Ikki in Amnesia at times. However I know my weakness is the guys like Dante and from what looks like might be Henri. I would say Gil is very flirty but unlike Nicola the gentleman side with suave to go with it and you can tell he is a more mature man makes him so well rounded. He is the guy that will open doors for a woman or pull her chair out thats for sure.

I was surprised when I heard Gilbert say he was born in America who knows maybe thats why he is more outspoken and charismatic I don't know guess that explains why he doesn't have an Italian name even though he is Italian. He has a strong sense of justice which I so respect about him like he may be the head of the mafia but if sees someone being bullied or hurt he will knock the hell out of them. He doesn't believe in hitting women or children which I can completely respect and say its another thing I love about him. He is such a protector and as time went on I loved Gil more. There is one point where a man tries to grab Liliana and won't take no for a answer and Gil steps in pulling her to him and putting this man straight with a cold stare and lines any woman would want to hear. I think this was the moment his personality of being too much for me with his charm changed. I realized not only is Gil a good guy but he is a good guy with Liliana as well as stands up for women and children.

When he gets excited over something he loves he is plain adorable. Like he gets some new guns from America and he sounded like a kid on Christmas morning. I love how mature this man is though like even when he realizes he is in love with Liliana he doesn't make it about him, he struggles but he waits until she comes to him. Then he tells her how he feels and how he has felt. He has such a big heart when Luca was sick and they thought dying it hurt him and thats what makes Gil like the best daddy material for sure out of all the other men in the game. I love his suaveness in telling Lili after everything goes down he wants to show her in the bedroom how much he really loves her cause just a kiss isn't enough he said. Ha that was a awesome way to get into someone's pants I swear leave it to Gil...lol.

In the end I really enjoyed Gil himself maybe not as much the route though I felt like his story was dragging and stale so to say. Like it took me several times to come back to finish his story because sometimes he was too charismatic for me but also cause the story about counterfeit money just dragged on. Wasn't even interesting at all until chapter 6. I will say with this route again Nicola dies you don't see it happen and although behind closed doors Dante is losing it he holds his ground to Gil and promises to help him even though Gil being the kind a guy he is tells him if he needs to bow out he understands. This is something I like about Gil he knows the people that he loyal to he would do anything for so he understands Dante more from that perspective than most. Although not gonna say they are best friends but I truly thing Gil respects him as Dante does Gil. Another thing I wasn't expecting is Leo for the first time you see him more aggressive and standing up for the family and Gil in the observers that are working for a boss to frame Gil. Not gonna lie the aggressiveness is kinda hot on him.

I didn't like the whole confrontation with the direttore especially when Gil was so caught up with catching him that he left Lili behind in the burning building which comes back to my sweet Dante being the one that actually saved her. However I love that Lili had no problem calling him out on leaving her later and told him she was mad at him. Thought it was funny that Gil does get jealous but he tells Luca that Lili is his girl and Luca laughs it off too damn funny. At the last part you see how dark the direttore is and how he hates this town its so surprising that this man is Henri like literally sweet Henri you start off meeting him. Gil is old fashioned and although I would have loved to see him propose I think thats the different between him and Dante for me.

Dante hides his emotion cause he was told to but when he falls for someone thats it she is his everything and he would burn the world to be there and prove it. So at the end of his route when he proposes it felt right. With Gil his old fashioned ways he tells her he likes her and she says the same and he tells her he doesn't want to push her since she is just figured her feelings out. She even moved back to the church after which dumbfounded me. Worst part is this is how the best ending ended. It was nice how they tried to say all the mafia families could coexist and get along. After everything ended was awhile before Gil had time to go see her at the church which is why I thought it stupid for her to go back. Then after all this time he puts her in a fancy dress and you think its gonna be a romantic date instead he takes her to a hotel and tells her he just wanted to take off that dress because he loved it on her.

I mean he did end up asking her to live with him in the process of getting ready to make love to her. I don't know this left a bad taste in my mouth I honestly thought he was more of a gentleman I mean guess I always knew with the flirtiness but even Nicola didn't jump right away to that when everything was over. I don't know I would say as of right not to me its still Dante, Nicola, then Gil but thats only cause I dislike Yang and Orlok. I guess after the whole route him being like a prince charming I thought he would propose or something romantic not just here's a dress I want to take off you then lets fuck it burnt my ass.

In the good route they let Dante believe that Nicola was still alive and he was hunting to find him. The direttore gets away on this route and not caught. But Gil willing to help him look was honorable. The good ending is Gil wants to go back to America where he is from and take her with him but it will be later future after he helps Dante. Kinda lame ending and Luca gave her a bouquet a flowers but Gil didn't least he was more of a gentleman in this route and didn't jump right to the bedroom.

One of the bad routes I swear to god Oliver is hitting on Lili after Gil and her confessed to liking each other. Then a bad ending he forced himself on her granted she decided to give in but technically he was drunk and he still pushed himself on her thats called rape. This I did not expect from Gil its funny seems all the guys and least most the guys in a bad route rape her. I'm jsut glad they don't go heavy into it cause I hate seeing that shit. He was also guilty in court as well as police beat the hell out of him. This is the only route I ever saw Orlok die that was one thing that amazed me but only on a bad route. Also he breaks up with her goes on the run and breaks her heart. His bad routes were something else thats for sure. It bout broke me when he told her he wanted her but couldn't be with her because he had lost everyone, its weird its easy to forget him pushing himself on her for a moment cause his pain but maybe that was his karma in that route.

Overall Gilbert isn't horrible and I really hope he is better in 1926 but he just wasn't as great as I thought. I bought the game for him yet fell in love with Dante instead go figure lol.

[primewritessmut]

47, 49, 81, 99

Also I'm soooooo curious about the 1930s Albany research 👀👀👀

47. what story are you most proud of?

Oh, damn. You just came straight out and asked me to choose my favorite child. 😂

I’m honestly proud of (almost) everything I’ve written but all for different reasons. Each one of them walks around with a special little trophy. First finished fic. First multi-chapter. First first person pov. First “dark” work. Etc. But the one I’m MOST proud of right now is the story I wrote for Spooktober; it’s the first original story I’ve actually buckled down and finished from beginning to end.

So now that I’ve proven I can do it, watch out world, I guess.

49. do you want to be published some day?

Yes? No? I have complicated feelings about being published, mostly because I don’t want this thing I really enjoy, that brings some small measure of peace in (gestures broadly) all this, to become something I have to do.

But, I also like to sleep with a roof over my head and eat so wouldn’t it be nice if this thing I spend so much time on could help with that?

I’ve “““monetized””” an enjoyable skill of mine before and still haven’t recovered. Funny to say here, maybe, but the social media requirements alone to be successful in a field like writing/publishing makes me want to disappear into a cave and never be seen from again.

I could go on so, yeah. Complicated.

81. if you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of writing advice specific to you, what would it be?

Keep fucking writing, you industrial grade moron.

There was a looooong span of my life where I didn’t write anything at all. (Except those half-stories I’d tell myself to get my brain to chill enough to fall asleep.) When I look at the difference between things I wrote last year (when I got back into writing after way too long) versus stuff I wrote this year, the difference in quality is already so huge.

I just… I wish it was a skill I had kept up with instead of letting stupid adulthood raze everything to the ground.

99. was being a writer a dream of yours when you were little? or did it spring up when your older? or is it just a hobby?

It was never a dream of mine but, in a truly bizarro world twist, it was something both of my parents wanted me to pursue. Like, who does that? “No, Prime. Don’t go into astronomy or business admin, be a writer.”

Writing doesn’t really feel like a dream even now. It feels like coming home in a weird sense. Like breathing through a straw and then, finally, getting to fill your lungs all the way. So… I guess I wouldn’t call it a hobby so much as an imperative. That doesn’t mean anyone but seventeen people on Tumblr and 300 people on AO3 will ever get to read it, though.

In that sense, I suppose it’s a hobby?

Also I'm soooooo curious about the 1930s Albany research 👀👀👀

There’s this fic that takes place in the 1930s (shout-out to the Malevolent podcast) predicated on the fact that a Very Bad Thing™️ happened in Albany in the main character’s past. And he’s on this journey to find the thing he lost during the Very Bad Thing which takes him around various New York cities that eventually leads him back to Albany.

I’ve looked up census data, historical photos, distance between towns, the type of car someone might be driving and how fast it could travel, local churches (photos and floor plans), and then drew myself a dumb little map so I could trace his journey as I wrote it.

I don’t know if it’s made the story any better, but it’s definitely made me feel more comfortable when writing the scenery. 😂