#he sings it with such!!!! care! There's something about the way he sings it that just feels like its important to him!!!!!!!!

[kpop---scenarios]

N.D.A

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Reader

Warning: Smut [unprotected, oral. f receiving, m. receiving, some choking, ass slap etc.] 18+. MDNI

Summary: Your eyes are on Hyunjin, Jeongin's eyes are on you. How can you say no to signing an NDA?

Word Count: 2.3k

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Nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared you for what was actually going to happen tonight.

“I'm going to sign an NDA tonight.” You smile at your friend Chae as the two of you walk into the sound check for the Stray Kids concert.

“Oh?” She chuckles. “I would bow down to you for the rest of our lives if you were given an NDA. Especially if it was from Hwang Hyunjin.” She laughs.

“He's my bias, who else would it be from?” You laugh, walking towards the barricade at the side of the stage. You'd been to plenty of concerts before, but never at the barricade and never at a skz concert. To say you were excited was a complete understatement. Your entire body was buzzing, partially from the shots you and Chae had taken before you arrived, but mostly because you were about to see your bias in real life, right in front of you.

A few minutes later, the music begins and the boys come out, starting off sound check with Walkin On Water. Your eyes were so focused on Hyunjin the entire time, you barely noticed anyone else, at first. It wasn't until they were almost done with sound check that Chae decided she needed to say something to you.

“Hey.” She says, nudging you with her elbow.

“Jeongin has not left this side of the stage for almost the entire sound check. You should have seen his face when he first noticed you.” She giggles. You rolled your eyes at her, there was absolutely no way that was even happening.

“They probably just have certain spots they're supposed to be in.” You tell her as they leave the stage to get ready for the concert.

“Then why was everyone else moving around the entire stage, but Jeongin didn't?” She asks. “He was definitely eye fucking you.”

“As fucking if.” You laugh. You watched as the crowd began to disperse. You grabbed onto Chae's hand, dragging her away from the barricade. “Let's get a drink before it starts.” You say, trying to forget what she said but that was easier said than done. Especially when you two made it back to your spots, Just before the doors opened for everyone else and the entire area began filling up to capacity.

As the concert starts you watch Hyunjin, but your eyes also seem to keep glancing at Jeongin, and everytime they do, you notice his eyes on you. You look away each time, a smile creeping onto your face as it blushes bright red. You couldn't believe it.

You?

He was staring at you?

Why?

Your heart began to thump in your chest, and you stopped trying to look away from him. Your eyes remained on him for longer than you cared to admit but you couldn't help it. You smile as he smiles at you while singing and you swore you could have exploded. Shivers run down your spine as he walks closer to your area, bending down, smiling and waving at everyone. Until his eyes land on you. He looks down, slowly trailing your body before he gets back to your eyes. You reach your hand out, he grabs it, rubbing your hand with his finger. You're so focused on the fact that he was touching you, you didn't notice his smile leaving his face as he lets go and stands up, but still looking at you. He slyly sends a wink to you before he turns around, dancing and singing with the others.

“Did he just…” Chae yells. Your eyes are wide as you stare at her.

“He did.” You gasp, looking at the hand he just held.

“Looks like you're signing an NDA for Yang Jeongin.” She giggles.

“I'd sign that in a goddamn heart beat.”

**

A few hours later, the concert ends, and you're still on a buzzing high from the night. Jeongin spent all his time on your side, staring at you, dancing facing you, smiling and winking at you. Your heart rate was at an all time high and your panties were wet. As you and Chae turn, following the sad crowd out of the venue, you feel a hand on your shoulder, stopping you. You turn around, seeing an angry looking man with a STAFF shirt standing there, clipboard in hand.

“Miss, can you come with me please?” He asks, motioning you towards the stage instead of away from it.

Chae leans into you, whispering in your ear. “Sign that NDA and tell me everything at the hotel after.” She says. You laugh and nod your head, going with the man instead of her. She claps as you walk away, your nerves now setting in. You followed the man to the back of the stage, up the stairs where he handed you the clipboard. You smiled as you read the top.

‘NON DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT.’

You didn't read the rest. You didn't need to. YYou signed the bottom of it and he ushered you towards the back. You were getting excited, until he stopped mid step, his finger pressing against his ear.

“Copy that.” He says, turning around towards you. “I'm sorry, but something has come up. You'll need to leave.” He tells you.

Disappointment suddenly fills your body and you're not sure what you can say.

“Okay.” You whisper, you turn to leave as the man walks off.

What a disappointing end to the night.

You made your way back to your hotel, thinking about all the things that could have possibly happened with Jeongin. What things would he have done to you? How would he have been in bed? Would he have had you go down on him?

You shuffled your feet into the hotel, dreading going up to your room and giving Chae absolutely nothing.

You sighed heavily as you pressed the up button on the lobby elevator, completely unaware of your surroundings. Someone stands beside you but you don't look to see who it is like you usually do. You wanted to wallow in your self pity instead. The elevator door opens, you step inside head still down.

“Which floor?” The person asks, his voice is familiar.

“7 please.” You say, looking up.

Yang Jeongin stands there smiling at you, pressing the number seven for you, before hitting 15 for himself. You're star struck. Your mouth hangs open as you stare at him.

“I'm sorry about earlier.” He whispers. “There was a VIP we needed to meet.”

“It's okay.” You say, clearing your throat. “You guys are very popular.”

“You're very beautiful.’” He tells you, walking closer.

Your breath hitches. He stands before you, close enough you can smell his cologne wafting from him.

“S-so are you.” You respond.

“I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I wanted to do to you after the concert, y/n.” He says.

“You know my name?” You question.

“You signed the NDA,” he says.

“Without hesitation.” You add.

He leans in closer to you. “Can I kiss you?” He asks.

“You can do whatever you want to me.” you breathe.

He smirks, suddenly his lips are on yours. His body pins you against the wall of the elevator, his hands pressed onto the wall as he slips his tongue into your mouth. The elevator stops, the doors open on your floor. He pulls away from you.

“This is your floor.”

“I'd rather go to yours.” You murmur. He smiles, kissing you once again. The doors close, the elevator goes up, and his hands roam your body, slipping under your shirt, grabbing your tits. You moan into his mouth. His hands move down, over your skirt and onto your bare leg. Once he touches skin, he moves his hands under your skirt, gently caressing your thigh before he moves over, grazing his hand over your clothed pussy, sending a jolt through your body. The elevator dings, and he moves away from you. Clearing his throat before he grabs your hand, pulling you out and into the hallway. You see security wandering the floor, he gives them a nod before he pulls out his key, opening the door to his luxurious suite. You walk in, he closes and locks the door behind him as you're taking in the large and very beautiful suite.

“I've never done this before.” you tell him.

You were nervous, now. You weren't sure how this was all going to work.

“Neither have I.” Jeongin says. You turn, giving him a look. There's no way he hasn't done something like this before.

“You? You haven't? I don't believe that.” You chuckle.

“I've never seen someone in the crowd at a concert that I've had such bad thoughts about, I needed them to sign an NDA so I could fuck them.” He says. “But you. Fuck. I couldn't stop thinking about how you tasted, what you'd look like with your lips wrapped around my cock, how you'd be with my cock so deep inside you.” He murmurs, walking up to you.

“Oh.” You whisper. You're frozen in your spot.

“Strip.” He says.

You stare at him, your mind blanked, you were unable to process what he said.

“I said, strip, y/n.” He says.

You don't look away from him. You take off your shirt, dropping your skirt to the floor.

“Everything.” He says.

You unhook your bra, dropping it onto the pile of your discarded clothes before taking off your panties.

“Fuck.” He groans, crashing his lips onto yours. He moves the two of you towards his bed, never breaking the kiss. He pushes you down onto the bed, licking his lips as he takes you lying before him in. “Spread your legs.”

You open your legs, Jeongin drops to his knees, grabbing onto your thighs, spreading them wider. He leans in, using the flat of his tongue to lick up your already wet cunt. The tip of his tongue flicks your clit, twirling circles around it before he latches his lips, gently sucking. You gasp, eyes rolling back as you grab your tits, rolling your nipples between your fingers.

“Fuck, right there.” You cry out. “Oh my god.”

Jeongin switches between sucking and licking, making your back arch each time.

“I'm close.” You murmur, and he pulls away.

“Why?” You whimper, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“I want you to cum on my cock, not from my mouth.” He says, licking his lips to clean up your mess. He quickly undresses himself, his cock springing free. You can see the glistening of his precum seeping from his tip.

Jeongin gets on the bed, laying down with his hands behind his head as he watches you hover over him, opening your mouth to take his cock. You suck his tip, swirling your tongue around, lapping up his cum before moving down. You take as much of him as you can, he reaches out, grabbing onto your hair, holding you there as he thrusts up, slamming his cock into the back of your throat.

He moans loudly while you gag on his cock, your eyes filling with tears as he pushes himself down your throat as much as he can. He groans as he lets you up, catching your breath. You laugh, he stares at you, cum and spit dripping down your chin, your mascara running down your face.

“So fucking hot.” He groans. He pushes himself up on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard. “Ride me.” He says.

You don't question it. You crawl to him, straddling him before you sink down on his cock.

“Shit.” You gasp as he stretches out your hole.

“So fucking tight.” He moans, slapping your ass. You tighten your cunt around him, his hands move to your hips. He digs his fingers into you, helping you bounce on his cock. As your tits bounce in his face, he lets out a moan, moving his hands to grab one. He wraps his lips around your nipple as you grind on his cock, your clit throbbing, desperate for your release. He leans back again, your nails run down his chest. He reaches up, his hand wrapping around your throat. He squeezes while you continue to ride him.

“Fuck.” You gasp, your orgasm building so fucking quickly.

“You wanna cum, baby?” He asks, letting go of you. You nod your head, squeezing your eyes shut. He leans forward, you wrap your arms around him, holding him closely as you ride him, your tits rubbing against his chest, his hands grabbing your ass, helping you.

“Cum.” He gasps. “Cum all over my fucking cock.”

“Oh god.” You cry, your orgasm shooting through your body. You slow down, trying to ride through your high but that doesn't work for Jeongin. He helps you off of him, pushing you down onto the bed. He holds your legs up as he thrusts inside of you, fucking you so hard as he chases his own orgasm.

“I'm gonna… fuck.” He groans. “I'm gonna cum.” He groans. A few more thrusts, his orgasm flows through his body, his load spilling into you. He throws his head back as he takes a few deep breaths. He pulls his cock out of you and collapses on the bed beside you.

“That was fun.” You laugh, your eyes still closed.

“That was.” Jeongin chuckles with you. You take a deep breath, knowing you'll have to get up and go right away. You don't want to leave.

“Can I use the bathroom before I go?” you ask, opening one eye to look over at him.

“We have 3 more nights here.” He says with a yawn. “Do you have plans for the next 3 days?” He asks.

“No.” You answer, giving him a look.

He grins widely at you.

“Good.” He says. “I wanna see how many times I can make you cum.”

[feathers-fins-and-fangs]

im just gonna do all of this at once bc im bored rn lol

⏳ - How long have you known about this kin?

Around two months now, I think?

❔ - How did you figure out you kinned this character?

I was learning about Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet in my English class, and we had to work in groups and perform three scenes of our choosing.

One of the scenes my group chose is Act 3, Scene 1, and I was originally cast as the Capulet servant that accompanies Tybalt alongside Petruchio (whom we nicknamed 'NPC' - Non Petruchio Character), and one of my friends was cast as Mercutio. Then, I discovered my source (an adaptaion of the play) and all of a sudden I just felt this very strong need to play Mercutio in the scene. Like, REALLY strong. I just HAD to be Mercutio. It was like if I wasn't seen as Mercutio, everything felt deeply wrong.

I asked my friend if she would like to swap roles with me, because she's not much of a fan of theatre and acting and such. She was happy and agreed, and we swapped roles, and the MOMENT that happened it was like the stars aligned and everything in the universe was right. I'm not even exaggerating that is the closest description to how I felt.

I thought what I felt I was just me being a jealous prick, and then I began considering if maybe it's actually because I'm Mercutio in a fictionkin way. Long story sort of not very short, I confirmed it.

❤️ - What's your favorite memory from this kin?

I don't have many clear memories, but I do have a very vague memory of sitting under a tree with Benvolio.

💔 - What's your least favorite memory from this kin?

Definitely my death, for sure.

🤝 - What's your relationship with this kintype (ie spiritual, psychological, etc)?

Some sort of mix between spiritual and psychological.

✔️ - What details about this kin, if any, line up really close with canon?

Pretty much everything except the stuff I meantion in the next question.

✖️ - What details about this kin, if any, are really different from canon?

Mostly things that aren't mentioned in source. For example, the brother I have in the original play is completely nonexistent in my canon. He doesn't show up and is not mentioned in source, and I'm pretty sure most of the fandom headcanons that he exists.

✨ - What did you look like?

I look exactly like me in the 2010 cast, played by John Eyzen.

👕 - What sort of clothing do you associate with this kin?

Pretty much anything purple or with purple on it. I don't really care if it's masculine or feminine or the specific shade of purple.

🎶 - What music / songs do you associate with your kin?

Pretty much just all the songs I sing in source.

🖼️ - What sort of aesthetics do you associate with your kin?

Anything purple, really

🎂 - Are there any foods / flavors you associate with this kin?

Gelato! It reminds me of Verona :)

��� - Who were you closest with in your canon?

Benvolio and Romeo, of course :D

😒 - Who did you dislike most / not get along with from your canon?

Tybalt.

🖍️ - What hobbies or activities make you think of your kin?

Karaoke! I don't have the singing skills I used to have, but at least I get to vibe to some songs I like.

💥 - What skills or abilities did this kin have, if any, that you can't do now but wish you could? (ie superpowers, languages you don't speak, skills you don't currently have, etc)

I can't speak French or Italian, I can't dance very well, and I can't whistle 😔

🐦 - Is there anything you miss about this kin's body that you don't currently have? (ie basic appearance traits, tails, wings, etc)

I wish I still had my fabulous hair :(

🌌 - Do you ever experience astral limb sensations with this kin? (IE feeling your wings, tail, something your kintype has that your current body does not)

Sometimes I feel like I have my old hairstyle, but aside from that no.

🔮 - Have you ever predicted something about your source material before it happened based on kin feelings? (For example, having a kin memory that lines up with something that happens in your source before you ever knew about it)

Not really, and I never tried to.

👥 - Do you have any canonmates for this kin, and/or are you interested in finding canonmates?

I don't have any canonmates, and I'm a little scared to try to find them. What if later in life I de-confirm this kintype and disappoint them? What if I remember my memories incorrectly and that prevents me from finding the right canonmates?

I definitely do want to find SOURCEmates, though. It's just finding canonmates that feels a bit daunting.

Fictionkin Ask Game

[FACTKIN/FACTIONKIN DNI]

Heya! This is a little ask game I'm designing for fictionkin folks, feel free to rb! If you have multiple kins, you can choose one to answer questions for, or have the asker state which kin they're asking abt when they send the emoji. Have fun!

⏳ - How long have you known about this kin?

❔ - How did you figure out you kinned this character?

❤️ - What's your favorite memory from this kin?

💔 - What's your least favorite memory from this kin?

🤝 - What's your relationship with this kintype (ie spiritual, psychological, etc)?

✔️ - What details about this kin, if any, line up really close with canon?

✖️ - What details about this kin, if any, are really different from canon?

✨ - What did you look like?

👕 - What sort of clothing do you associate with this kin?

🎶 - What music / songs do you associate with your kin?

🖼️ - What sort of aesthetics do you associate with your kin?

🎂 - Are there any foods / flavors you associate with this kin?

🫂 - Who were you closest with in your canon?

😒 - Who did you dislike most / not get along with from your canon?

🖍️ - What hobbies or activities make you think of your kin?

💥 - What skills or abilities did this kin have, if any, that you can't do now but wish you could? (ie superpowers, languages you don't speak, skills you don't currently have, etc)

🐦 - Is there anything you miss about this kin's body that you don't currently have? (ie basic appearance traits, tails, wings, etc)

🌌 - Do you ever experience astral limb sensations with this kin? (IE feeling your wings, tail, something your kintype has that your current body does not)

🔮 - Have you ever predicted something about your source material before it happened based on kin feelings? (For example, having a kin memory that lines up with something that happens in your source before you ever knew about it)

👥 - Do you have any canonmates for this kin, and/or are you interested in finding canonmates?

[dollyhyuckii]

၇୧ ENHYPEN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ˖ ་.

CONTENT — wc • 1.4k fem!reader. lowercased intended. established relationship, boyfriend enhypen 𐔌͡ㅤׅㅤㅤ✿ written with love by autum!

秋のメモ… ︵ ︵ ིྀ first enhypen story on this blog!!, likes and reblogs are always appreciated!, hope you enjoy!!

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、HEESEUNG

˖ ་. AFFECTION : heeseung would be a playful blend of playful and romantic, he’d would often tease you with his little remarks, laughing when you get flustered, but he’d also know when to shift into his serious, caring side. when you’re upset, he’d hold you close and he would always try to make you feel better “im here for you baby, always. don’t forget that”

˖ ་. ACTS OF LOVE : he’s the type to know the smallest details about you, your favorite snacks, the way you like your coffee, or the littlest things that make you happy. everyday you always find a handwritten note tucked in your bag that always reads “good luck today!, you’re amazing baby, I love you!”

˖ ་. MUSIC BONDING : late at night, he’d pull out his guitar and start playing softly. “wanna hear something ive been working on pretty?” he’d ask, singing lyrics that seemed to be written just for you. those private concerts would make you feel like the most special person in the world.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、JAY

˖ ་. PROTECTIVE : jay would always make sure you’re safe, whenever it’s walking you home or ensuring you’re eating well. “text me when you get there okay princess?, i just want to make sure you’re alright” he’d say, his voice filled with genuine concern

˖ ་. FOOD ENTHUSIAST : jay would thrive in the kitchen, cooking you your favorite meals and teaching you some of his family’s recipes. “no, no like this princess” he’d say, guiding your hands as you tried to cut the vegetables. even when the dish doesn’t turn out as perfectly as you wanted he’d laugh and say, “baby.. it’s the effort that counts yeah?”

˖ ་. THOUGHTFUL : you always find small or even big thoughts gifts waiting for you, like roses on your doorstep, taking you out to dinner, or even having a playlist full of songs that reminded him of you. he would also have a beautiful journal with a heartfelt note inside. “i saw this princess and i thought of you” he explained, smiling warmly.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、JAKE

˖ ་. GOLDEN RETRIEVER ENERGY : jake would bring you so much positivity and support into your life. “pretty, you know you’re incredible, right?” he’d say, his eyes sparkling with pride, whenever you accomplish something, or every time you talked. jake was so in love with you, and would do anything for you.

˖ ་. CLINGY : jake always wanted to be near you at all times and was always ready for whenever you two cuddled after a long day. “c’mere pretty girl, you look like you need a hug” he’d say, pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly. whenever it’s holding hands while walking or resting his head on your shoulder, he would constantly seek that physical connection

˖ ་. BEING TOGETHER : jake wants to be with you all the time, which makes him plan adventures or little dates just to be with you, like midnight drives to watch the stars or little picnic at the park when it’s nice outside. “you know pretty, life is much more fun when we’re just together?” he’d say , snapping a photo of you to capture the memory’s

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、SUNGHOON

˖ ་. COOL BUT SOFT : at first, sunghoon might seem reserved and quiet but that’s really not him, as he opens up, you’d see his sweet and thoughtful side of him. “i-i .. wasn’t staring m i was just.. you look nice today baby..” he’d say as he looked away, as he got caught staring at you.

˖ ་. SUBTLE AFFECTION : sunghoon would sometimes quietly show his love in actions rather than words. lending his jacket without being asked knowing that your cold, or fixing something you mentioned in passing would be his way saying “i care about you” sunghoon is always listening, even if you don’t realize.

˖ ་. ICE SKATING DATES : a trip to the ice skating rink will always be a regular date for you two. he’d patiently teach you blow to skate , even if your paranoid ever 2 minutes about falling, or him not holding you tightly. “baby.., don’t worry i got you okay, im not going to let go” he’d say, smiling as you nervously wobbled on the ice.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、SUNOO

˖ ་. SUNSHINE IN HUMAN FORM : sunoo would always know how to cheer you up and make you feel better. “don’t be sad.., your to beautiful for that, let me make you feel better beautiful.” flashing his pretty smile at you and pulling you into a big hug, just trying to make you feel better.

˖ ་. AESTHETIC: he’d take you out to the most beautiful cafes and parks that he would find, always ensuring every date or outing you two go on it felt magical and you had the most wonderful time. “this place is so pretty.., just like you beautiful” he’d say, as you smack his arm playfully calling him cheesy for his words.

˖ ་. GREAT LISTENER: sunoo would be the person that you could always go and talk to, you go to him when you need advice, your sad, you need someone to talk to, or when you just want to be near him. “go on beautiful, im listening.” he’d say holding your hand and offering advice that made you feel comfortable and understood

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、JUNGWON

˖ ་. NATURAL LEADER : jungwon would naturally take care of you, always making sure you’re healthy and safe, you always come first before anything and everything. “have you eaten something today baby? no?, let me order something for you” he’d say, his concern evident in his tone.

˖ ་. PLAYFUL : jungwon would always love to tease you in a lighthearted way, always aiming to make you laugh, and of course you always did. “oh?, you think your funnier then me baby?, that’s cute.. i guess we’re going to have to see who’s more funny yeah?” he’d say with a cheeky grin.

˖ ་. DATES : he’d always enjoy spending quiet nights with you. it could be such as building blankets forts together or cooking meals together, whatever it was it would build your bond closer. “did i ever tell you, these are my favorite dates” he admitted, holding your hand as you two continue to watch the movie together.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、NIKI

˖ ་. PLAYFUL AND FUN : you always had fun around niki, he would always bring out his endless energy and laughter to your relationship. “you’re so bad at this game, it’s almost impressive baby” he tease, but you and him both know he’d always let you win in the end, just to see you smile.

˖ ་. GAMING BUDDY : playing video games together would always be a regular occurrence. “you wanna team up or battle baby?, either way you’re going down” he’d joke with you, loving ever moment of your competitive side.

˖ ་. SOFT SIDE : despite his playful side and always teasing you, he would also have a tender side that he would let out when he’s see something is wrong. “hey baby.., are you okay?, you know you can talk to me about anything” he’d say softly, his usual energy shifting into genuine care whenever you needed it.

[deadmeat666]

ok ok

gabriel: the messenger. most divine voice of the heavens, second only to the trinity. he’s such a pretty thing, sent out to soothe the humans he needs to speak to, and you know he’ll be such a sweetheart, such a pure and sweet thing, so close to the throne and so willing to sing when you’re so deep inside of him.

michael: the warrior. “sir” to you at the very least. chains, collars, leashes, he won’t spare his favorite human who can handle his divinity and domination. he cares for you, truly, the way a wolf loves a lamb, the way teeth can pierce the flesh of a fruit so the taste bursts upon the tongue. your soul already belongs to the heavens, and under the protection of michael, no sin could corrupt you enough to take you away from your place beneath him, taking all he gives, gives, gives.

ABOVE AND BENEATH HEAVEN. archangel gabriel, archangel michael x amab! reader

warnings: you are about to smash the two Archangels from The Bible™, blasphemy, sacrilege, corruption on both ends, coming unprotected, no mentions of genitalia for the Archangels (imagine as you will), bondage w/ Michael (chains, collars, etc.), creampie, no pronouns mentioned for reader, confused switching from present to past tense, sub reader for mikey

a/n: ok now im horny and my dick has a mind of its own it's slapping against my keyboard to write this out help!!!! it's so weird describing sex in this when it involves two of the most holy beings in the bible

Gabriel is the very same being that had delivered the annunciation of Virgin Mary's scared pregnancy of the Lord's child within her— Jesus Christ, The Saviour Himself.

He was made a gentle one. He guided souls and prayers, clasped his own hands on those who clutched theirs in a prayer for their need of God, and yes, even yours.

How his voice was raised to such a gentle note couldn't even be transcribed. You would hear glimpses of Heaven trailing along his words and prophecies. Every lilt of his tongue rolling to produce a single syllable enough to make men— humans, go crazy. Humans that are made from dust of the grounds that bear such inferiority to the light that had shaped his wings, halo, and eternal being.

Yet, you still had your hands of flesh on him anyway. . .

He never had to serve humanity this way until you met him when he came to you. No creatures are ever truly free from the perverted woes of man.

His curls were spread on the pillow like golden threads woven like fine silks of gold. His thin eyebrows expressed so much when they knitted to create an expression worthy to be painted by those renaissance artists of the past. His eyes, colours unknown to you but undeniably alluring by their shine, were half-lidded. He struggled to even look at you properly before his pupils ultimately decided that they had learned shame for a human.

His head tilted away to reveal the soft gradient of his jawline. He wasn't as muscular, or built like a warrior of divinity fit for taking evil head-on, but he was built based on temptation which played a big role in the irony of everything. He was securely soft, not entirely too skinny, but with just the right amount of flesh— or whatever it was, on every right part of his physical form. Maybe God had something in His grand design for Gabriel to look every bit of the word "temptation"

Soft gasps and sounds that came past his two lips would've lulled you to sleep if it wasn't for the predicament you yourself had put this being in.

One hand; the back of it, rested on his forehead like a damsel. One arm bent to clutch you on your chest that heaves with the labour of a man tending to his crops.

Gabriel's robe was discarded. Yes, you managed that somehow. His body like the love of every painter. His legs wrapped around your waist as you made yourself host inside of him. But still, he did not forget the Lord's name upon him, as he chanted, chanted, and chanted of Him.

Your cock had managed to break his seal of chastity. Angels were never meant for this kind of attention, were they? Gabriel's moans grew boisterous, corresponding to your ever increasing pace. Then, you planted yourself in the deepest part you could reach inside an Archangel since you never knew when you were gonna experience this again anyway.

Your human essence made waves inside of him. His light absorbed every single drop of liquid, melding 'human' and 'angel' altogether. Wings, halo; they trembled. The magnitude of having accepted an offering of the human seed had done something to him. It was incomprehensible to what it was, but it was something.

Are you proud of yourself now?

Michael is the Prince of The Heavenly Host. He was Archangel Michael who had banished Lucifer to his fall as the Morningstar. Thee Archangel Michael that is God's personal John Wick.

Throw all of your expectations that projected Gabriel's image onto him aside. Michael still loves humanity. Their steps protected and scary nights hindered by his presence of light and grace.

The one thing that should concern you about him, the one that should've pushed you back from trying to bag the patron saint Saint Michael himself was that he was radically unyielding.

Michael knows and he will.

Like his supremacy over Satan, he had superiority in the bedroom. Ambiguously, he had power over anything that breaths, but oh— was this one a special case.

Michael was "sir", to you. His pacing was top-notch over the roof. Chains possibly made from the heaviest obsidian and his tears, collars that constricted your neck just a tad bit too tight, leathers that engraved into your flesh; they all burned of his love.

Your soul was bound to his name, the name you would groan out gutturally when he pulled back the chain clipped to the leather collar hugging the muscles of your neck when he rode you. His eyes that bore the same sympathy at your lackluster of resistance.

Strings of "Shh"s and coos when he brushed back your dampened hair, his ass clashing against your hips when he rode your cock that breached past his gate that just fit so snug. Michael's brown curls bounced, filtering the dim light of the bedroom that trapped you both in a suffocating play between angel and human.

Sharp exhales escaped from Michael when he felt you twitch inside him, an offering of your seed that would etch yourself forever onto his soul and Heaven forever. You couldn't really stop yourself as your body was molded into unrelenting futility against the warrior.

Your body corresponded with his when you reached the highest peak of Heaven and painted yourself inside him. Your vision clouded, his insides squeezing to harvest you of your warmest semen.

He tilted your chin upward to meet his gaze, his lips came down like the fall of Lucifer to meet yours.

Maybe, it truly wasn't as bad as you thought it would've been when you let him carry you in his palms.

[mywhisperingwords]

want your midnights | george f. weasley

summary: you teach george about some muggle traditions word count: 1.6k masterlist

“This Muggle tradition… what exactly is it?” Arthur Weasley asked, his curiosity alight as the Christmas festivities at the Burrow wound down.

“It’s a way to celebrate the end of one year and the beginning of another,” Hermione explained patiently. “It usually involves singing, dancing, and other festivities. People stay up until midnight and count down the seconds. Then they shoot off fireworks.”

At the mention of fireworks, you could almost feel the sharp turn of Fred and George’s gazes toward Hermione. Mr. Weasley’s face lit up with intrigue, his trademark fascination with all things Muggle clearly piqued.

This little discussion had only started because of a casual comment you’d made to Hermione earlier.

Growing up, you’d loved celebrating the holidays with your family—filled with traditions and superstitions that were magical in their own way, even without wands or spells. But now you were older, and though you cherished these memories, you’d started spending the holidays with friends instead. It made sense, but it didn’t make this year any easier—it was your first without your family.

“Finally, a Muggle invention I can get behind,” Fred declared, his voice breaking through your thoughts as he approached with his characteristic grin.

“Seems they weren’t as boring as one might’ve thought,” George added, sidling up beside Hermione. Unlike Fred, though, his gaze was focused on you.

“So, do tell us, Mine,” Fred said, leaning in conspiratorially. “How does one go about celebrating this so-called Muggle tradition?”

Before Hermione could answer, Mrs. Weasley appeared, tea towel in hand, her expression a mix of suspicion and exasperation. “I beg you, Hermione, don’t give them any ideas,” she warned.

Fred and George exchanged a grin that spoke volumes. Whatever ideas were brewing in their minds, they were likely more explosive than Hermione’s explanation.

The talk of New Year’s Eve made you nostalgic, memories of past celebrations with your family surfacing. The pang of longing was sharper than you cared to admit, and perhaps that was why you decided to join the conversation.

“My favorite part has always been the New Year’s resolutions,” you offered quietly.

“What’s that, then?” Arthur asked, his attention swinging to you with the eagerness of a child opening presents.

Before you could answer, Hermione interjected, her tone brisk. “It’s just people setting goals because the calendar changes. Honestly, I think real progress comes from working toward something year-round—not just because it’s January 1st.”

She glanced at you apologetically, realizing too late that her practicality might’ve come across as dismissive. You returned her gaze with a small, reassuring smile. You knew she hadn’t meant any harm—it was just Hermione being Hermione.

“These resolutions,” you explained, “are like promises people make to themselves at the start of the year. It’s a way to mark a fresh start—a chance to become a better version of yourself. I think it’s a beautiful tradition.” A faint smile tugged at your lips.

“Me too,” George said softly, surprising you. His agreement, simple as it was, felt oddly significant.

“What do you think, love?” Arthur asked, turning to Molly with a hopeful smile.

“No Firewhiskey!” she declared firmly, cutting through any mischief before it could take root.

And just like that, plans for a New Year’s Eve party at the Burrow began to take shape—with you and Hermione at the helm.

The Burrow was a flurry of activity. Strings of fairy lights had been charmed to hang themselves across the living room, glowing softly in the dim light. Plates of finger foods hovered over the table, and laughter echoed as Fred and George attempted to enchant a Muggle disco ball.

“You’ll blind someone with that thing!” Ginny hollered from the sofa, shielding her eyes dramatically as the ball emitted a cascade of multicolored sparks.

“Don’t be jealous of our craftsmanship, Gin,” Fred retorted, smirking.

“You mean your craftsmanship. This is clearly my genius,” George corrected, giving the disco ball a smug pat before it spiraled out of control.

Mrs. Weasley bustled past, muttering under her breath as she righted the ball with a quick flick of her wand. “I swear, if anything explodes tonight—”

“We’ll take full responsibility!” Fred called after her, earning a sigh in response.

Despite the chaos, the atmosphere was warm, filled with the kind of energy only the Weasleys could create. Friends filtered in as the night went on, and soon the living room was packed with chatter, music, and the clinking of glasses.

You found yourself weaving through the crowd, smiling at familiar faces but searching for a quieter corner. The noise was wonderful, but it left a small ache in your chest—a reminder of home and your family traditions.

That’s when you spotted George slipping out the back door, his tall frame silhouetted against the moonlit garden. Curiosity tugged at you, and before you realized it, you were following him.

Outside, the crisp air bit at your skin, but it was refreshing after the heat of the crowded living room. George leaned against the railing of the porch, gazing up at the stars with a thoughtful expression.

“Escaping your own party?” you teased as you approached.

He turned, startled for a moment before his lips curved into a small smile. “Needed a breather. You?”

“Same.” You joined him at the railing, the sounds of the celebration muffled behind you. For a moment, neither of you spoke, content to share the quiet.

George broke the silence first. “What’s your New Year’s resolution?”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider your answer. “I can’t tell you, or it won’t happen.”

He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “That’s not how it works. Resolutions aren’t like wishes.”

“Oh, and you’re an expert on Muggle traditions now?” you teased, giving him a pointed look.

“Well, no,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “But I don’t think you’re supposed to keep me in suspense.” He kept quiet for a moment, before asking, “How about another tradition instead?”

You smiled, leaning slightly closer as you explained. “Alright, here’s one for you: kissing someone at midnight means you’ll be with them for the rest of the year.”

George blinked, and for a moment, the only sound was the faint rustling of the wind. Then, his lips curled into a sly grin. “Just the year?”

“Just the year,” you confirmed, though your heart beat a little faster when his eyes didn’t leave yours.

“Well then,” he murmured, voice low and warm, “I suppose I’ll have to do that every year, won’t I?”

You laughed, though it was softer than usual, your cheeks warming against the cold. His expression was teasing, but the sincerity in his gaze lingered long after the moment passed.

“What about you?” you asked, shifting the focus away from yourself. “What’s your resolution?”

George hesitated, the playful air around him faltering for just a second. “Can’t tell you, or it won’t happen,” he mimicked, grinning.

You rolled your eyes, nudging his arm lightly. “Touché.”

The two of you stayed out there for a while longer, talking about everything and nothing. Eventually, the cold drove you both back inside, where the party was in full swing. But as the countdown to midnight crept closer, you couldn’t help but wonder if George’s resolution had something to do with the way he’d looked at you under the stars.

The living room was alive with anticipation as everyone gathered near the clock, the air crackling with excitement. The enchanted disco ball spun lazily overhead, casting shimmering lights across the room. Plates clinked, conversations hummed, and the countdown loomed closer.

“Alright, everyone!” Fred called out, standing on a chair like he was addressing an assembly. “It’s time! Ten seconds to go—don’t mess it up now!”

The room erupted in laughter and shouts of excitement. You found yourself squeezed between Ginny and Hermione, your eyes flicking through the crowd in search of George.

But he was nowhere to be seen.

“Ten!” the group began, voices blending in chaotic unison.

Your heart started to race. Had he slipped outside again?

“Nine!”

You craned your neck, trying to catch a glimpse of his tall frame, but all you could see were the swaying heads of everyone else.

“Eight!”

The disco ball flickered, and you felt Hermione tug on your arm, smiling at you as she yelled the next number. You managed a half-hearted smile in return.

“Seven!”

Where was he?

“Six!”

Your stomach sank a little. You told yourself it was fine—after all, it wasn’t like he had to be there. It wasn’t a big deal.

“Five!”

But maybe it was.

“Four!”

A hand brushed your elbow, and you turned so quickly you nearly collided with him. George stood there, his hair slightly disheveled and cheeks flushed, grinning at you like he’d just pulled off the greatest prank in the world.

“Three!”

“Where were you?” you blurted, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.

“Had to grab something,” he said cryptically, slipping his hands behind his back.

“Two!”

Your heart jumped into your throat. “George, what—”

“One!”

Before you could finish, he moved faster than you thought possible, dipping his head to capture your lips in a kiss. It wasn’t hurried or awkward—it was soft and warm, full of a quiet kind of confidence that left your knees a little wobbly.

Cheers and whistles erupted around you as everyone shouted, “Happy New Year!”

When George finally pulled back, his grin was nothing short of triumphant. “What were you saying?”

You blinked at him, flustered. “I—what—what did you grab?”

He stepped back just enough to reveal a small, sparkling firework in his hand, the kind that shot out glittery sparks. With a quick flick of his wand, it lit up, fizzling into the shape of a heart before fading away.

“That,” he said simply, his voice soft but his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Happy New Year, love.”

[sourpeachly]

Wanderer's Birthday

Apologies for any mistake, it's like 2am, and i just wanted to post 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 for his birthday. Enjoy<3

Words: 756

Pairing: wanderer x reader

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The most dreadful day of the year had finally arrived. His birthday. It was annoying how much people fussed over celebrating a day that even he didn't care about. But, since the other academia students had put so much effort into conducting a surprise, he guess he could've humour them somewhat.

The day was filled with celebration and cake. A surgery sweet that he glared at upon noticing its presence in the middle of the table. He only forced down a bite before giving the plate to someone else. The party lasted for a few more minutes before he escaped, not willing to tolerate the loud party animals anymore.

He made his way to the Avidya forest, where it was quiet and peaceful. Or, it was supposed to be. If only the Aranaras would leave him alone. He sighed, staring at nothing in particular.

Soon, the sun began to go to sleep, the sky turning into a pretty sea of stars. He gazes upon it, indigo eyes full of stories yet to be told. Without even glancing behind him, he called out,

"You can come out now."

The forest was quiet for a moment, only the sounds of crickets singing their tune remains. Soon enough, a figure emerges. You pat your clothes clean from the grim and mud you acquired from kneeling on the dirt for so long. You sat beside him, your gaze also drifting to the night sky.

"Since when did you know that i was there?"

You asked, your cheeks feeling chilly from the cold air outside.

"You're centuries too early to sneak up on me,"

He answered, his fingers tracing the air, connecting the constellation in the sky.

The sound of your laughter was carried by the wind. For a while, no words were said. The two of you simply bask in each other's silence, peacefully, side by side.

That was until you broke it by pulling something out of your pocket.

"Will you give me your hand?"

"What for..?"

He sounded suspicious, scooting away from you, ever so slowly. He flinched when you took ahold of his left wrist, but made no move no push you off.

He felt you sliding something on his wrists, hearing a jingle of a bell. As you finally released his wrist, he brought it up close, inspecting it. It appears to be a bead bracelet, with white, green and purple beads mixed in. There was a bell charm on it, jingling softly with every movement.

"How useless,"

He muttered under his breath, not directed towards anyone in particular.

"Oh, if it's useless, then I'll take it back then,"

You attempted to reach out to take off the bracelet, before he brought it close to his chest, out of your reach. Frowning at you.

"It's rude to return back a gift. I guess I'll have to keep it."

You hold up both of your hands with a mock surrender, settling back to your spot beside him, now gazing downwards, eyes trained on a small stream instead.

"Happy birthday, Kunikuzushi."

"....."

When he didn't reply, you tore your gaze from the stream to his face. He had a somber expression. His eyes telling a much deeper story than they seem.

When his eyes met yours, you felt yourself getting drawn in.

"Has anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes are? They could almost rival the star-filled sky."

You leaned closer, seeing your own reflection in his gaze.

"Clearly, you're the only one insane enough to spout such nonsense."

He turned his head away, a scowl on his face. Yet he couldn't hide the tip of his pink ears. But that's a secret you keep to yourself.

Smiling, you laid your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes, your fatigue finally catching up to you. Even though you could feel the frown radiating off of him, he did nothing to stop you. You smiled at the small victory.

"Thank you,"

He whispered softly, almost as if he was afraid that anyone was going to hear. Maybe he was.

"What was that?"

You cracked open an eye, glancing at him.

"I said, you're going to get the flu, staying outside while dressing so lightly."

He snapped, turning away. You only smiled, closing your eyes once more. After a moment, you spoke,

"You're welcome,"

You felt his shoulder tensing for a moment. He then finally shoved your head off, turning his head away towards the other directions.

And here you thought his ears couldn't have gotten redder.

[doomssoiree]

DAYDREAM SERIES(txt ver.)

❤︎ ────living through five daydreams with five dreamy boys.

── pre-ordering daydream series…

DREAM #1:

(수빈)soobin. hold me down.

TROPE: office romance, boss + assistant, co-workers to lovers

TAGS: nsfw, smut, vanilla, fluff, slice of life

I was wondering, could you hold me down?

── SOOBIN BEGINS to realize he has more than a tiny infatuation for you after you take care of him and his morning hangover, prompting him to visit unannounced in the evening to sort out his feelings with you. little did he know, that would land him in a tub full of bubbles with you.

delivered.

DREAM #2:

(연준)yeonjun. say yes to heaven.

TROPE: introduction by hookup, strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort, vacation romance

TAGS: nsfw, smut, vanilla, fluff, angst

say yes to heaven, say yes to me.

── AFTER A wild night out with your friends, you wake to find a pretty stranger in your bed, only dreading what could have happened between you two the night before; fortunately, the stranger doesn't give you the chance to regret and wallow in self-shame, quick to bring comfort to your sorrows.

delivering…

DREAM #3:

(태현)taehyun. eden.

TROPE: friends to lovers, musician + lyricist, hurt/comfort, forced proximity

TAGS: nsfw, smut, vanilla, fluff, angst

heavenly father, I know I'm stuck in my ways, searching for a brighter day.

── A STRUGGLING musician finds himself in a depressive state during a tough time in his career, in the midst of finding a new lyricist and unable to find inspiration for his album. on the way to a venue for a concert, he meets you, a gorgeous barista with a passion for singing and a book full of unused lyrics. he convinces you to help him write for his album and later finds himself stuck in your apartment due to fans and a delayed flight, creating a spark between the two of you.

delivering…

DREAM #4:

(범규)beomgyu. kiss of life.

TROPE: strangers to lovers, fated lovers, vacation romance, opposites attract

TAGS: nsfw, smut, vanilla, fluff, mild angst

there must have been an angel by my side, something heavenly from above, that led me to you.

── BEOMGYU SAVES you from nearly drowning after you friends thought it was funny to throw you in the water, prompting him to steal you away and make you spend the rest of your vacation with him. the five days spent alone with him creates sparks and romantic tension that can only be defined as fate.

delivering…

DREAM #5:

(휴닝카이)hueningkai. pigment.

TROPE: friends to lovers, photographer/painter + musician, roommate romance, artist becomes the muse

TAGS: nsfw, smut, vanilla, fluff

I would color every moment; make it feel like it's forever.

── HUENINGKAI FINDS that you always settle for being the artist and never the muse, so he decides to make you the muse by writing a song about you and hold a little concept photoshoot. as he captures each moment, he finally realizes why you like being the artist so much, because as he focuses on making each photo perfect, he realizes just how divine you truly are.

delivering…

THANK YOU for pre-ordering the daydream series, I hope this package finds you well!

── ciao belle❀

©doomssoiree

[orionchildofhades]

i wonder about viktor's childhood. about him growing up in the fissures. about him breathing in poisonous gases and starting coughing, falling because his leg wouldn't let him stay upright while he caught his breath. i think about the first time he built something. not even meaningful, or close to useful, finding loose screws and cogs on the ground and tightening them together in the shadows. i think about viktor after he met singed, when he came back and took care of a dying salamander, petting her, feeding her, listening to singed explain the basic of science to him, things he could not do with his hands but his mind, math, hard calculation. do you think singed taught him to read? and then he came back with the flowers to find the salamander dead. gone. keening in pain, attached to so many tubes, so many liquid, and wondering just for a second about his own fate. his lungs, his leg, his back. if he, too, was dying and would end like this. i think about viktor and wonder how he ended up in piltover, how he ended up as heimerdinger's assistant. no title, no name, no patron. i think about his own research before jayce and his arcane dream. do you think he was like sky? working on his research in a corner, trying to figure out how to bring it to heimerdinger? do you think about how he grew more confident, more sure of himself. he was alone, he could rely only on this fact, he brought himself in the academy, to where he stood then. how many people he had to fight for it, how many hours spent proving himself.

i also think about him riding on the dream that was hextech. seeing how his ideas could change the world, how his actions could have a positive impact. but it was not really his own but jayce's. they managed together, worked together, lost hours of sleep, dreamless nights of torturous hope for a breakthrough, days spent in pain hunched over a desk or running around to experiment with his leg and back killing him, but in the end, the hexgate was named as a project under jayce talis, jayce was the golden boy, the man of progress, he was heimerdinger's pupil, and the kirammans' protégé.

i think about viktor coughing the first drops of blood, realising his fate, seeing the salamander and knowing how she ended. he knows it's catching up with him now, he knows the clock ticking above his head started speeding up. and he rushes. he no longer cares if things could be dangerous. a decade of careful research and testing? he's lucky if he sees another full year, he cannot wait, cannot break. he goes to singed, he carves his skin, he wants to save the world but gods does he want to save himself too.

and he dies, but comes back, hating what he is but knowing it's his last chance. the rune, the hexcore, it tells through him, to him, but it's still a little bit of him inside. the way he feels, sees, knows, it's all changed but he's more himself than he will be later. he refuses to let singed use warwick, somewhere in him he likes what he managed to built, the people he could save. somewhere inside of him, he allows in a way he never could in piltover. he reaches inside vander and there is a new softness he never knew before, a wonder for feelings and memories that are not his, a care for what the world could be. there is also something of hunger in him, something between his and the arcane's, the control he likes to have, the knowledge nad security he has in his position, in knowing what he can or could do now. it's in the way he knows he cannot go back to what was before but cannot give it up either, its rolling a small cog in his hands when he can, rebuilding elements of his past life around his new one, bargaining with his visitors (no weapons, conditions) it's refusing to take the next step, leaving in the liminal space between viktor and the arcane, wandering the palace of vander's mind and resting with it while refusing to acknowledge jayce's pain in the lab. but the hexcore could not survive in his weakened body and therefore he needed to evolve.

and i think about the end of arcane and viktor's name being forgotten after all he did to make it stay, all he sacrificed, all he gave up. being told that he had to work for another decade for his project to see the light of day but feeling the clock ticking, the breath leaving his lungs, knowing that the next time blood rushed out of his airways could be the last he would break at all. i think about viktor who did not save a single soul, of his dream of helping the undercity, of him saving jayce on that first night after the council meeting, of sky, joyful and hopeful sky, vanishing in a heap of violent ash, of all the shimmer user dropping like flies once viktor fell, of jayce's face full of fear when he closed his fist around viktor's own. everything he was, could have been, would have been. the brightest flame burns the fastest indeed.

[anarchiii]

Where The Wild Roses Grow-1 —ACOTAR AU

Part One | Warnings: angst, very mild swearing | Azriel x Tamlin’s!Sister

Summary; in the heart of the dreaded city of Hewn. Y/n struggles to stay herself, the bleak and cold air surrounding the mountain slowly stripped its inhabitants of any hope or sense of joy, but when the Shadowsinger appears. She suddenly finds that when love and hate collide, it can be devastating. . .

Note: this is an AU it’s not in the books.

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(Contains physical descriptions of the Reader—hair, eyes, ect.)

Azriel’s POV

The frigid mountain winds blew at him from all directions, his wings starting to numb, ever so slowly. He tried to block it out, taking in as much light from the never ending party inside, Azriel had never been one for parties of any kind, especially when they were full of drooling females and disgusting males—males that continue to do things that sickened even the ironists of stomachs—yes, he was a monster but he was not the same at the people in there. They were truly something else.

So that’s how the Shadowsinger found himself lingering outside in the dark gardens, how plants managed to grow down here—he did not know, did not care. All he cared about was going home before the sun crested the surrounding mountain range, the ethereal glow it created like the hands of the Mother encompassing the world in one big embrace, oh how he wished to full the wind rustle his leathery wings, the first appearances of winter’s frost landing on his hair.

Alas, he was stuck with the bleak gray rock around him, so the Shadowsinger turned his head to the sky that was not there and stared and stared, soon it was not stone looking back at him but stars, thousands of little bright lights. The moon’s soft glow illuminating every surface.

As the Illyrian male stared on, he did not hear the soft sound of gravel crunching and shifting for the feet that walked upon it, no. The only thing he noticed was the smell of oleandrin flowers and jasmine, he breathed the deadly scent in, getting a rush of ecstasy he did not realise he needed. Whoever it was-was addictive, the challenge imbedded in their scent like a bee’s nest to a hungry bear, singing a lovely song like a siren. He was enraptured.

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Y/N’s POV

She scowled as she watched everyone dance and drink wine at the party that seemed to never die, why she came to these events that consisted of nothing more than pure debauchery, she did not know.

Y/N eyed the High lord and his court, that signature wicked smirk always on his face, his mate mimicking one of the same cruelty, she tried to tell herself that they were good people but she could not believe it, not when she saw them that way. Saw them look down on her companions, like they were merely dirt beneath their polished boots, Y/N knew better than anyone else that they weren’t the best of people, but that didn’t mean they deserved to be treated with such disdain.

She sighed, shaking her head, it was no use to think that way, no point to try to fight or disagree against the high fae that believed themselves better, not when said fae could execute her at a moments notice. It wouldn’t take much more than a wave of Rhysand’s hand for her head to become estranged from her neck. Perhaps if they caught wind of her actual identity then the prospect of death would become that much more certain.

If she was being honest, she couldn’t really blame them, Y/N had heard the things that gone on in the Spring Court—her home—involving her brother and Feyre Archeron all those months ago, years, even. Time moved differently down here, they could not rely upon the sun to tell them it was bedtime, no winds to signal the changing seasons.

It was a wonder Y/N hadn’t gone insane down here, or maybe she had. She wasn’t made for the darkness, no, Y/N was born in Spring, a place where sunshine found you anywhere and where fields of flowers stretched far across the land, further than even a Fae’s eyesight could see. She missed those frilly, colourful dresses she’d adorned daily, the jewellery she put on with ritualistic ease, like muscle memory—but what Y/N did not miss was her brother, she and her brother, Tamlin had never been close, especially after that faithful night years ago, resulting in the untimely death of their parents.

Her parents had never been the kindest Fae, that she knew. And after all the years they’d fought and screamed at one another until they could no longer speak. . . She found herself hardly grieving when she met violent purple eyes one night, widening as they realised she lived. Y/N had never found herself hating the young High Lord, no. She quite liked him, actually.

He was horribly charming and a good dance partner, and that wicked smirk of his never failed to make any female swoon—even her, to Tamlin’s eternal dismay—they’d always had such a tenuous relationship, said relationship was non-existent these days. Not that Y/N would know if that had changed, gossip was hard to come by when it wasn’t about some scandalous affair or who was looking like more of a whore that day. Such nonsensical things. Well, to her at least. It wasn’t useful information.

Gods, she sounded like that Shadowsinger, craving information, wanting to know all the secrets of this place, perhaps Rhysand would hire her. Y/N snorted out loud at the thought, gaining a few side-eyes from a couple females, she quickly gave them a vulgar gesture before walking off.

How dare they judge her when they were the ones dressed like frisky brothel workers, Y/N was nothing like them, dressed in a long black shoulder-strap dress with slits on both sides that barely went past her knees, she might as well have been dressed as a Saint among them, a true black sheep. Not that it was the most modest thing alive, but compared to the lingerie looking attire that she was supposed to wear, it was good enough.

She sighed as she rubbed her face vigorously, still careful not to ruin the kohl she’d painstakingly put on earlier and the blood red lips that made her look like a male-eater. Y/N prided herself on her looks, her ability to get whatever she wanted whenever she wanted, it was sometimes hard to believe she was from Spring, she was made for the Night court with her cunning, wicked and adept personality. She wondered what Tamlin would think of her if he saw her again, then again, perhaps he’d forgotten she’d existed—Y/N had always been the black sheep of the family, with her pitch-black hair and brown-ish red eyes, it wasn’t hard to see why, perhaps she wasn’t even related to them, that’d make sense.

She found herself once again sulking, drowning herself in the horrible voice that was her doubts and worries, drowned in it like it was the finest wine, addictive but destructive. The female shook her head in dismay and dismissed the party, opting to instead sulk outside were she could feel the wind flowing through her onyx locks, as soon as she stepped outside, she regretted it.

Not only because goosebumps appeared quickly and teeth started chattering but because she was in fact not alone out here. No, it was a Fae’s greatest mistake to believe they were alone when the Shadowsinger was nearby. Watching. . . Waiting.

-

Y/N watched her own breath curl in the wind, winding and swirling like smoke infront of her, her eyes flicked to the Shadowsinger and back, did he know she was there? No—what was she thinking? Of course he knew, he was their High Lord’s spymaster for Cauldron’s sake.

Her gulp was audible, shifting on her feet, Y/N silently wondered if she should make a run for it or if that would end in her death. She stayed still, deeming that the best option, awkward and probably about to die is better than being dead. Afterall, the Shadowsinger wasn’t known for his kindness or compassion. No, the male was a force to be reckoned with, a creature of death.

A dark part of her wasn’t scared of that darkness, yearned for that blissful tragedy. . . A broken porcelain looking for a shard to fit perfectly, no matter how chipped and uneven, hoping that one day she’ll be one for, once more, not just as thousand tiny pieces.

Suddenly—a sharp noise could be heard from inside, startling both fae. The orchestra had begun their final piece for the night, the music started off soft but got louder and louder by the minute, building to its crescendo. The Shadowsinger turned to her slowly, an indescribable emotion could be found in his eyes—like a rock in the ocean, lonely, all it’s ever heard is the crashing of waves. . . Y/N didn’t know what compelled her to do what she did that night but by the time she did It, she wasn’t regretting it. But she surely would the next day.

-

Azriel’s POV

He sucked in a sharp breath as the strange female held out a hand to him, an invitation—an offering of companionship, the Spymaster was too far from words to decline as he took her fair hand in his scarred one. Both the female’s hands rested gently on his shoulders and he put his on her waist in return, Azriel couldn’t breathe properly as they started moving, his shadows singing to a song even he couldn’t hear—but as they danced in the pale moonlight that seeped through the cracks, illuminating them like a spotlight, he let all his worries wash away.

Gone until only they remained, his blood thrumming as the crescendo built and built. He found himself doing what he’d always hated to watch—to dance, the male now realised why so many loved to dance, why they laughed as they were spun, drank in the smiles of their partners until they were too drunk to waltz. It was beautiful and wholly mesmerising, the dance of a shadow and his moon.

Tears lined his eyes faintly as he watched her, as she watched him—he swore his heart stopped in his chest when the crescendo shattered, bursting into a million little notes. Even when the music stopped, when everyone went to bed—or other people’s beds—they stayed like that, slowly moving around, her head resting on his shoulder. Beauty and the beast, he thought to himself, a dove falling for a raven. Perfectly imperfect.

Shadow and light, sun and moon, brought together in a great symphony that only they were apart of.

The End.

Authors note: I’m so sorry everyone for being so inactive, I’ve had the biggest writers block but I decided to push myself and get this fic out, it’s been sitting in my drafts for months now and I thought it was time they were brought to life, I apologise again if this series goes on hiatus so please don’t pressure me. Thanks for all the love and support, you guys are incredible <3

—Vi xX

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With S2 over l wanna see what we’ve gotten so far!

1. We got something of a Stolitz duet in “Mastermind” and as great as that was, I’d like to see a duet where they’re actually singing to each other and are the only ones singing.

2. We got that Octavia solo in “Sinsmas” and she killed it! Still waiting on the duet with Stolas and given how things ended with them, that is for sure going to be a song that breaks our hearts, especially if they take inspiration from “More Than Anything” from Hazbin.

3. With the reveal of Millie’s pregnancy, I’m getting the feeling that that Moxillie duet I had hoped for is looking pretty likely. And a proper duet would be a fantastic way to explore their relationship now that they’re out of the honeymoon phase.

Now that we’ve covered ground with what has been made canon, I’ll add some more songs I’d genuinely like to see.

11. A Blitz and Barbie Wire duet, assuming Barbie’s VA can sing. There’s so much about their dynamic that could be communicated through song and I’d be stoked to see it.

12. A trio number between Millie, Moxxie, and Blitz for the funsies. This show started with them, I think it’s only fair that we get to focus back on their dynamic for a while.

13. And under that umbrella, I hope Millie and Moxxie each get a proper duet with Blitz, because like I said, the series started with them, and it’s only fair that we get to see it explored more.

14. Another Octavia song where we get to learn more about her as a person. Honestly we need to explore more of Octavia’s character in general and I’m hoping that’s what S3 is for. Also because her VA, Barrett Wilber Weed, is a legend. But if “I Will Be Okay” is the only Octavia solo we get, I’ll be fine with that too.

15. And in that vein, a duet between Loona and Octavia. These two have a lot in common but also they have a world of differences, with an even larger class divide than Stolas and Blitz. I think a duet between them would be a great way to express their dynamic and how they meet in the middle.

16. More villain songs in general. Striker. Andrealphus. Stella. Satan. Give me all of them lol.

17. If they can get all the Sins (barring Lucifer because Amazon Prime sucks) in a room, I wanna see what a group number between all of them would look like because that would be cool as hell and probably be very funny.

18. A lullaby song by Tilla, not exactly like “You Will Be Okay” but a song that shows us what kind of mother she was to Blitz and Barbie. A song that gives us more reasons to care about her.

19. A battle song between Blitz and one of the main villains, preferably either against Striker or Satan. Other than the Loona and Millie duet, this is the one that I think is least likely to happen, but I’m allowed a little self indulgence, okay?

20. A Blitz solo song, preferably a more serious one. Of all the main characters in this series, Blitz has sung the least (second only to Loona) and that’s most likely due to Blitz being allergic to vulnerability. So the first time Blitz gets a solo, I want it to be, not necessarily a ballad, but a chance for us to see how far he has come in letting his walls down. Because once he sings on his own, he will be bearing his soul to us.

Once we get halfway through S3 I’ll update this with either more song hopes or to go over what has been made canon.

Helluva Boss Songs I Hope To See in the Future

1. Another Stolitz duet, whether it be romantic as hell or if it’s the extremely “make-you-blush-while-listening-to-it” horny song that Sam Haft teased for S3.

2. I want Octavia to either have a solo or have a duet with Stolas. Based on the S2b trailer I believe we’re probably getting a Via solo so that’s great, but a duet with Stolas would be heartwarming (or heartbreaking depending on what Viv decides to do to us lol).

3. A proper Millie/Moxxie duet, one similar to “Crooked” between Fizz and Asmodeus. We haven’t had a proper one since “Oh Millie” from the pilot and since the pilot is no longer canon, a true blue duet between the two is lone overdue (I swear I didn’t intend for that to rhyme lol).

4. While I know Erica Lindbeck confirmed we’re getting a Loona solo next season, I would also love for her to have a duet with Blitz because I feel the show would benefit from Loona showing and telling her dad how much he means to her.

5. A Blitz and Fizzarolli duet. This is one is less serious than the previous ones, I just want it because I think it would be funny as hell and I wanna see these two have a good time.

6. A villain song where Stella is manipulating Via, think “Mother Knows Best” from Tangled vibes. I think it would be great for Stella to establish herself as an intelligent and formidable villain, and not just a raging bitch.

7. Jumping off that I would also love a villain duet between Andrealphus and Stella because I think it would be fun.

8. A song battle between Moxxie and Striker. I just wanna see these two face off again music style especially if it’s during a physical brawl.

9. A Millie and Loona duet because I wanna see more of their dynamic.

10. And finally a group number by I.M.P. We’re long overdue for a badass group number from the members of this wacky murder business and I’d be hyped.

And that’s all for now! I’m sure I’ll think of more! Let me know what you guys think :)

[multi-fandomdisaster]

Happy new year, everyone! As a gift to start up 2025, I give you all something I promised you all a good while ago!!!

✨BEHOLD✨, my favorite (alive) Ted details from TGWDLM (acquired during a soundless/no-audio rewatch I did of the musical to study his body language) (except as I go on, it gets more and more uncoordinated and chaotic):

(Heads up: this is gonna be really long, and as such, I'm gonna put the list under a cut as to not take up as much space. We're covering EVERY scene he's in [alive] within an ENTIRE musical. Buckle up, fellas!)

His shoulder shimmies during and after he says the "cute little barista" line

Honestly during that whole segment, the stark difference between Paul's near-complete lack of motion while Ted never STOPS moving

Actually, I don't think there's a moment in the whole musical where he's completely still and I love that

Also Ted seems so happy to be there talking to Paul lol

His little tippy taps on his mug while Bill speaks

He looks over to see the pot of coffee in Charlotte's hands when Bill makes the "coffee in the sugar joke"

His little lip twitch after the "I heard, I wasn't there" line

His facial expressions in the back while Charlotte's talking about Sam singing that morning

How fluffy his hair is during the alley scene in comparison to how it was slicked back the last time we saw him

"Paul," *tap tap* "get in a trash can!"

His apologetic grin to Emma after Paul says "Latte Hottay" and the way it IMMEDIATELY falls as soon as he looks back at Paul

BONUS: the way Paul flinches when Ted touches his shoulder

"My ID's in my back pocket-"

His incredibly confused expression when the cop grabs his arm and starts fake-driving with it

The "look at this guy" point at the dancing cop during the bridge of Show Me Your Hands

The way he starts vibing to the song during the bridge of Show Me Your Hands (this will return)

The way he plugs his ears as soon as the one cop starts imitating a siren (Bill and Emma also do this)

The double take he does when Sam pulls a gun on Charlotte

He uses the trash can lid as a shield

His visual "you're going great" as Emma's talking about Hidgens

The confidence and the smile as he says "A king"

He puts a hand through his hair as he looks down at Sam

He's very touchy with all of his friends. First the shoulder pats with Paul (which Paul seemed very uncomfortable with), and now the shoulder hold and back pats with Charlotte

He slightly extends his pinky when pointing

He often stands with his hands in his pockets and gently sways, shifting his weight thoughtlessly back and forth from one foot to the other. Bro literally CANNOT stand still

Okay, scratch the slightly extending his pinky. Bro just full-on points like this ->🤘sometimes (except with his left hand. Is Joey Richter a lefty? I ask because Ted primarily gestures with his left hand)

The little flourish (and/or fumble) with the handcuff keys as he puts them in his pocket

He rubs his hands together and cracks his knuckles as Hidgens is talking about the blue shit

His crossed arms and general bored body language as Alexa dims the lights

As soon as everyone else leaves, his body language immediately opens a little bit as he (and this is truly the only way I can describe this) swaggers over to Charlotte and IMMEDIATELY touches her shoulders, rubbing them soothingly before full-on holding her to him. Touch is this man's love language, platonic or otherwise, and nobody can convince me otherwise

I love the way he looks at Charlotte. You can tell he genuinely cares about what she me saying, and he looks confused and maybe a little hurt when she pushes him away. You can also see the exact moment the confusion weans as he determines the next words he's going to say.

HE DOES STOP MOVING AT ONE POINT! TO LISTEN TO CHARLOTTE!!! HE STOPS ALL MOTION TO FOCUS ON WHAT SHE'S SAYING!

His smirk on "always will be"

Okay, but like- Charlotte moves so much in this scene in comparison to Ted. Her shoulders, her face, her head; my girl's practically squirming the whole time. And I know it's mostly to drive in the joke with dramatized...flirting? I think? General horniness? Is that what's happening here? (I'm aroace; I don't pick up on/understand this kind of stuff lmao), but it's still a bit jarring to see a character deliberately moving their body so much that it makes Ted look practically still in comparison lmao

He doesn't look genuinely mad during the "I'm not your therapist!" line. He looks mildly annoyed if anything. Maybe a bit frustrated?

I genuinely feel like Ted doesn't like Sam. The two have technically never been seen interacting before, and yet the way Ted points at and states his opinions of Sam is done with so much...idk, "rigid matter-of-fact"-ness. He just...flat out does not like the guy

I have SO MANY EMOTIONS about the "This guy is a scumbag. You could upgrade to a sleazeball" line-

There's a lot of emotion in his arm gestures when he says that Sam's a scumbag. To me, it again looks like he genuinely doesn't like Sam, and he's trying to convince Charlotte that he's bad.

Then he calls himself a sleazeball, and he states it like it's a fact. It hurts even more to me how there's a slight smirk on his face when he says "you could upgrade" and then his face goes completely serious when he finishes the sentence with "to a sleazeball" and points to himself.

He doesn't look proud. He looks resigned to the title

And then he HOLDS THAT POSE, his hands/arms bouncing a little to drive in the point

I feel from that through the "but you refuse to be happy" line, we see a little bit of the caring inner side of Ted before he re-defaults back to his usual more asshole persona

UGHHH I LOVE THIS SCENE SO MUCH-

"I'm gonna go hit on that crabby barista" ✌️

Off topic, but we need a left hand emoji equivalent for every hand gesture emoji in my opinion lol

Ted is MANSPLITTING in that chair. His posture is so bad (and looks so comfy lol)

And also he's fidgeting with the bottle, looking relatively spaced out until he looks at Bill speak

Ted is 100% at his most asshole when he's drunk

Why does bro look like he has a headache at the beginning of this scene?

This goes for the whole show, but my man SERIOUSLY talks with his hands

Is that a bottle of Jack Daniel's? I feel like I should have noticed this earlier, but I never bothered to look lmao

He taps on the bottle every once in a while

"Oh" *nods with unimpressed frown* "My head" *nods with unimpressed frown*

He also stops moving between reactions. Like he's processing the stupidity of the threat in real time lmao

And then he stands up and sets the bottle down so he can go right back to his usual dramatic full-body movements as he makes fun of Bill

Okay, but it looks like he's genuinely having a lot of fun as he's making fun of Bill, and then gets pissed off again once he remembers he's supposed to be pissed off lol

I feel like there's not many details I can go into with this scene that people haven't already picked up on just by watching because Ted's a focal point in the scene

"That's what sense Bill taught me" *bows with the bottle of Jack Daniel's in his hands*

Wait, when did he pick the bottle back up? Is this a case of the "they put multiple shows together for the YouTube video?" Probably. Alternatively, Ted can canonically summon bottles of booze whenever he wants /silly

Bro is SO ANIMATED. He will NOT let this joke die on his watch lmao

I'm sorry, but his reaction to the light smack on the back of his hand gets me every time. Why don't we talk about this more often???

He looks SO OFFENDED (and a bit confused) when Paul takes the bottle away from him

The force in that "WHATEVER!" I stg I could feel that through the screen lol

Apparently he could feel the force of that "WHATEVER!" too because it lowkey looks like he's catching his breath after he says it

Man, I wish we could see Ted during the whole conversation between Paul and Emma. I wanna know what he's doing. I wanna know if he's listening along, or if he's spaced out and doesn't give a shit

UGHHHH I WISH THIS WAS AN AUDIO WATCH BC THE WAY TED SAYS CHARLOTTE'S NAME WHEN HE SEES HER BEFORE JOIN US (AND DIE) HURTS ME IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLEEEEE

*sigh* I'm gonna need to do another watch through at some point that's just me listening for his dialogue during songs, aren't I?

Also I wanna listen to Jamie sing because GIRL CAN SINGGGG

Bro's just standing there watching Charlotte and Sam approach like🧍‍♂️, except slightly crouched, like he's ready to run, but he has no idea what the hell is going on

From a different angle, it looks like he moves to the dino pose™️

HE RUNS A HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR AGAIN!!! I am FULLY convinced he does that when he's nervous now lol

He readjusts his shirt and fidgets with his hands as he tries to think of what to do, and then he goes to approach Charlotte. Then they hit the chorus and he stops. Or rather, it looks like Bill held him back

He does a double take of Charlotte at the chorus

WHEN DID HE PICK UP THE BOTTLE AGAIN??? (Ted's booze summoning powers strike AGAIN!)

Bro is so frazzled by Charlotte walking toward him with her arms extended that he does ANOTHER double take

TED STOP PICKING UP THE BOTTLE OF ALCOHOL, IT'S NOT GOING TO HELP YOU-

HIM SETTING THE BOTTLE DOWN AGAIN AND PICKING UP THE CHAIR-

Did...did Ted try to use Bill as a human shield? You had a chair! Why did you put the chair down???

Legit though, he is cowering behind Bill lol

Sam and Charlotte are NOT letting Ted have a good day lmao

The way he looks around confusedly during "ride it" like "what the hell are these guys doing to me???"

DID HE CRAWL TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STAGE AFTER HIDGENS SHOT SAM???

At this point in the show, Ted's the only one in the main group who isn't wearing primarily white. I just thought that was interesting

Ted is STILL on his hands and knees with his jaw hanging open right up until the "musical doppelgänger" line

I love how he looks at Paul for help when Hidgens makes them sing Moana, like Paul of all people would know the words. I love even more that Paul is the ONLY ONE who knows the words

Ted's just trying to follow Paul's lead lol

Also BONUS: Paul tells TED that he didn't like that movie lol

The look of pure annoyance he gives to Bill as he sings a completely different song

The way he meanders around the back of the stage, looking down at (presumably) Charlotte

THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME HE'S GRABBED THAT BOTTLE OF JACK DANIEL'S (including him starting the scene with it)

He looks so done with everything when he's talking to Bill about him getting his daughter. He looks so exhausted. So...emotionally drained and angry and, dare I say, grieving

I think the bottle switches hands between shots

YES! WE FINALLY SEE HIM DRINKING FROM IT! I don't know why I'm excited about that lol

He momentarily stops moving to process before "Oh, I'm a fucking creep?"

The way his eyes widen during "...people who are FUCKING DEAD!"

He also stops moving while waiting for & listening to Paul's response

There's so much emotion from him during this scene, but I can't think of the words to describe it

He's just so...frustrated and sad :(

He keeps sitting back down in the same chair whenever nobody's speaking to him

AND HE TAKES ANOTHER DRINK!

YES!!! SHOW STOPPIN' NUMBER!!! I LOVE HIS VIBES IN THIS SCENE!!!

I love how he's effectively asleep on top of Emma

HIS DOUBLE-CHIN I CAN'T-

"What? Wha...? What...? The fuck...?"

The way he's facing the complete opposite direction from Hidgens and has no idea what's going on lmao

His slow tired processing about how the heck he can turn/lean around to see

He like- looks around, then tries to look over his right shoulder, then looks around again, rinse and repeat

'What's going on over there?' *scoot scoot*

His expressions range from "what tf is this guy on about?" to "this guys a fucking dumbass"

He's taking in everything occasionally nodding along

Man, I wish I had the dialogue in this scene memorized like to do for basically the rest of the show. It would make analysis of the scene a bit easier lol

The way it looks like it takes Hidgens chucking his Alexa across the room for Ted to realize he's in danger

*GASP* The first time we see Ted visibly uncomfortable with someone touching him!!! Like- a full on flinch and cringe reaction! Now, the real question is if it's because he didn't know Hidgens was gonna put his hand on his shoulder, because Hidgens is actively insane, or because he doesn't overall know Hidgens? Maybe a mixture?

He's breathing SO HEAVILY after Hidgens lets go and walks away. He was NOT okay with that touch

His slack-jawed expression when Hidgens reveals the keyboard. He's so shocked he stops moving again beyond blinking lol

"Don't you fucking do it!" *scoot scoot* "DON'T YOU FUCKING DO IT!"

He looks almost jittery at the beginning of Show Stoppin' Number. He's full-on looking around for an exit

He also leans away when Hidgens walks toward them

HOLD ON, DOES HE LOOK HIDGENS UP AND DOWN WHEN HE TAKES OFF THE JACKET??? I THINK HE DOES A DOUBLE TAKE, BUT I'M PRETTY SURE HE ALSO QUICKLY DOES A FULL-BODY SCAN OF HIDGENS AND THAT'S SO FUNNY TO ME-

He's OFFICIALLY VIBING TO THE SONG!!! And all Hidgens had to do was take off his jacket lmao

*scoot scoot* "Fuckin' go for it!" *bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce*

He is FULLY invested

AND NOW HE'S COMFORTABLE WITH HIDGENS TOUCHING HIS SHOULDER!

He is SO EXCITED about Workin' Boys! The Ted vibes are unmatched in this scene

And his investment during the phone call??? Hello???

"...and Chad..."

And then he's RIGHT back to the vibes lmao

As soon as the Workin' Boys come in, the vibes cease IMMEDIATELY and he's back to being terrified for his life

His very fast head shake

The gag where he starts praying to be saved and then Paul shows up will never not be funny to me

"I'LL GET THE PIANO!"

And mark another one down for him touching Paul's shoulder

And now he's also grabbing Emma's shoulder. And Paul's again.

Both of them are SO uncomfortable with him holding their hands. Emma gets OUT of that SO FAST when he lets go and both her and Paul's body languages are so tense. He notably DOESN'T try to slip out of his grip like Emma does though. He's just so used to it at this point lol

Another Paul shoulder touch. I should have made a counter for this.

I NEVER NOTICED TED FLAT OUT SNATCHES THE GUN FROM PAUL WHEN JEFF'S WORKIN BOY APPEARS THAT IS SO FUNNY-

AND THEN HE JUST DIPS

I LOVE TED

And another nervous hand through the hair!

Teddy...no...those soldiers aren't gonna help you...

Ted please stop waving that firearm around so recklessly, you're gonna hurt someone

He's so excited to see the military that he literally jumps for joy

The way his motion stops so suddenly when he gets shot. And the confusion in his eyes

Orgh the way he tries to resist-

His little head shake no, the way he tries to hold MacNamara's hand back with his free hand, and then when that doesn't work, with the gun hand, the way his eyes are wide with fear...until they're not

The shift from regular Ted to infected Ted is so jarring, especially after hyper-analyzing his body language and all of his small little character motions for so long. He's so blank. His gaze is suddenly so serious and empty. He's dead. In a singular swift motion, they've taken this lively, constantly in motion, utter mess of a man and turned him into another mindless slave. You can pinpoint the exact moment Ted is gone and the Hive has replaced him. It's terrifying. It's heartbreaking. I love it.

And LUCKILY FOR ME THAT MEANS MY OBSERVATION LIST OF ALIVE TED IS OVER!!! FINALLY!!! I'M FREE!!! /silly

I hope you've all enjoyed my insane ramblings about one Theodore Spankoffski! If y'all would like me to turn this into an actually coherent rant (or perhaps would want me to do this with another character, although note that would likely take me a good while just like this one did lol), let me know! The time it took aside, this was actually SUPER fun to do, and it's given me a new perspective and appreciation for the character! Hope y'all have a wonderful day/night/year!!!

[t-305tv]

HeadCanons

you don't have to agree with them

Tori Vega:

Loves Oversized Hoodies

closeted lesbian

huge Katy Parry fan

Directioner and a swiftie

Sings When Nervous: If Tori is uncomfortable or anxious, she hums or breaks out into random snippets of songs. Her friends can always tell when something’s bothering her.

Obsessed with Puns

Scared of Horror Movies

Horrible Liar

Jade's "Therapist": Despite their frequent squabbles, Jade often ends up venting to Tori late at night. Tori always listens without judgment, though she secretly wonders why Jade trusts her.

Prank Victim: Tori is the group’s favourite person to prank because her reactions are priceless—equal parts dramatic and genuine.

André's Writing Buddy: She and André often collaborate on songwriting, and they bounce off each other seamlessly. She even helps edit his drafts when he’s stuck.

Awful Poker Face: Tori can’t lie convincingly to save her life because her expressions instantly give her away.

Unintentional Sass: While Tori is sweet, she has a naturally sarcastic edge that slips out when she’s frustrated. Her friends often tease her for being “cute but savage.”

Jade West:

Hidden Soft Side: Jade has a tough exterior, but she deeply cares about her friends and has moments where she lets her guard down (only to people she truly trusts).

claims to hate stuff like One Direction, Taylor Swift, Justin Bieber, etc. but secretly listens to them.

Loves bunnies

Short temper

Hates the Heat: Summer isn’t Jade’s season. She prefers overcast days and rainy weather because “sunshine doesn’t match my aesthetic.”

Midnight Walks: Jade enjoys walking through her neighbourhood late at night to clear her head. She listens to music or just loses herself in the quiet atmosphere.

Food Provider: When Tori’s overwhelmed during long rehearsals, Jade casually hands her snacks or coffee with a brusque “Don’t make it weird.”

Nonchalant Carpooling: Jade occasionally gives Tori rides home but pretends it’s “on the way” to avoid seeming too nice.

Horror Filmmaker

Kind towards kids

Perfect liar

Jori Friendship/couple:

Tori loves to bake but is terrible at it, she has Jade taste whatever she made, even though is uneatable Jade pretends that is good to not hurt Tori's feelings.

Pet Names: Tori uses cute, over-the-top nicknames like "Sunshine," while Jade sticks to sarcastic ones like "Annoying." Eventually, Jade slips up and uses something sweet in a moment of sincerity.

Cat Ships Them: Cat enthusiastically talks about how "meant to be" they are and documents their cutest moments like a fangirl.

Jade loves it when Tori speaks Spanish.

Since Jade loves coffee, when ever is Jade's birthday Tori buys her a coffee flavoured cake. On Valentine's Day Tori is giving Jade coffee flavoured chocolate, candies, coffee smelling candles. And Tori wears coffee flavoured chapstick

When they were in jail in Yerba, Jade stayed close to Tori claiming she only does that to protect and keep Tori safe, but in reality she stayed closer to Tori so no other prisoner Jade aggravated earlier will come and hurt her since everyone in the prison was sacred of Tori.

Jade is whipped over Tori.

They have a dog named 'Mochi' due to Tori buying him instead of buying groceries. She walked pass a pet store and saw the puppy there and through it was really adorable and brought it home. Jade wasn't too thrilled about but she wasn't able to stay mad at Tori for too long

Jade taught Tori how to drive.

Jade is the little spoon and Tori is the big spoon.

Tori always beats Jade at rock, paper, scissors because Jade always picks scissors.

Jade has a ring filled with Tori's blood and gifted a ring filled with her own blood to Tori.

Jade's celebrity crush is Shelby Marx.

Tori fell first and Jade fall harder.

[weebsinstash]

girllllllll no way am I logging on to tumblr dot com and you're being horny for the fucking wizard from the wizard of oz

AND I'LL FUCKING DO IT AGAIN, HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVERYBODY

I mean, i guess spoilers if you want to see the movie, but you know the scene where Elphaba confronts the Wizard, "you have no real power!" and he just, very readily, easily, quickly, "exactly, that's why I need you". Why is there something so sexy about how he said that to me. It's like, he's being manipulative, coaxing in the way he's also not even denying the accusation and also immediately using it as a pivot to beckon for her aid. He's just a small man trying to keep everything up and running and he's jumping at the chance to have such powerful magical help to the point he'll let her be rude and openly hostile to him and still turn around and praise her

hes just this, weird combination of suave seductive piano playing adulterer who can tapdance and, he's also just, kind of awkward too? He can be your silly little birthday boy AND your fascist dictator?

I like the idea of a Sorceror Reader and the Wizard BUT, but, a Reader who is also from the same Earth as him is ALSO extremely tempting because, then you're ALSO this powerless normal human who is suddenly thrust into this, splendiferous world and not only will the Wizard be your only connection to your home, the only person who totslly understands your current situation and the only confidant you can vent about missing home to, but, you'll also be forced by your very situation to be a part of his charade. You'll be forced to take part in grand spectacles with all kinds of fireworks and fanfare and specialized machines, and your new "friendly" Wizard pal will coach you on giving all kinds of fanciful speeches to tell everyone exactly what they want to hear, because, what else are you going to do? Directly cause the collapse of an entire nation? Potential starvation, unemployment, housing crisis, complete civil upheaval?

You wind up loving and hating him because, he's basically the source of all of your pain, but it's also not his fault you're here in Oz (although being trapped in the Emerald City is another matter), and he's the only person you can talk to about past memories. He offers you food and shelter and a bed to sleep in (one you have to be careful of him trying to crawl into with you) but you're also forced to put on fake smiles and perform little parlor tricks for the occasional political embassador or adoring crowd.

You're forced to rely on him, but you also resent him, and his feelings towards you? Oh, he has zero problems being affectionate with you, whether it's leading you on his arm, or, taking you by the hand and forcing you into a little dance, or, trying to force his face and lips into the crook of your neck during said dance. He's just been SO lonely for so long, you know? And here you come, a little piece of home, and he finds you so irresistibly, indescribably charming. It makes him all the more desperate to keep control of you, and not knowing where you are to constantly double-check your safety legitimately gives him anxiety. He may even start having someone follow you around, that is if he doesn't start just keeping you with him at all times!

This mf could just legitimately have you hauled away in broad daylight and then he'd probably have the people singing some kind of bullshit song and dance, "just one day, in the Emerald City, just one day, is all it takes to be wed-"

[sketchy-tour]

Im SO slow with the update, I haven't actually poked at the secrets yet but I am LOSING MY MARBLES OVER WALLY SINGING AND SPECIFICALLY HIS SONG TOYLAND

Head in haaaaaands!!!!!

[puppppppppy]

i think the reason why im so drawn to spirit tracks and pkmn scarvi is that having the legendary/princess as a companion rather than a goal that marks the games completion makes me feel satisfied the way i would after helping a friend

my brother always teases me about how I still havent finished botw after almost 7 years bc "id rather be out picking flowers" which i wont say is untrue. and yes i know Zeldas been holding off ganon for 100 years, yes i can get some sort of idea what her relationship with link was like by recalling memories and going through her diary. ive always loved botw for its unique storytelling and setting which makes it stand out, because it lets you get to know who you're saving.

but because theyre memories, it only works if theres something for the player to investigate that already happened. its retroactive (but effective nonetheless)

on the other hand, spirit tracks does something similar but instead of having the player try to piece together memories and interpret them as a spectator, you actually have an opportunity to get to know zelda yourself by talking to her and working together. besides making it a gameplay mechanic, giving the player control over how they interact with zelda makes it so much more personable.

and I find that making the goal feel personal instead of an obligation gives me more of a reason to work towards it. I know what kind of person botw zelda was but as the player, shes still very much a stranger to me. but spirit tracks zelda? thats my friend!!!! she invited me to go to the beach after we get her body back!!! i dont want to whip her to make her move faster thats mean :(

you know how hostage negotiators are trained to introduce themselves and get to know the person theyre negotiating with because its harder to hurt someone when you know what their favorite food is? its kinda like that, because it feels like im helping a friend than being told or led to do smth

and although i havent played scarvi myself, i feel an attachment to koraidon and miraidon even just watching playthrough clips because its like!! thats my weird scaly dog!! it loves sandwiches and we're friends!!! you know!!!!!!

[flowerakatsuka]

wip while i'm at woooork~