#her little outfit!! aaaaah!!

[fluttershywheresheshouldntbe]

Mystery Flesh Pit National Park (and the souvenir shop)

I wonder if she could talk to it....

[drabblejester]

watching a SCARY MOVIE with VARIOUS HSR CHARACTERS!

requested by: the masses

parings: boothill, sampo, sparkle, argenti, march 7th, mr reca x gn!reader (taken as platonic or romantic for all)

content warnings: none!!! just mentions of scary movies :3

comments: happy late halloween and DÍA DE LOS MUERTOS!!!! yahoo!! i hope yall got a bunch of candy my lieges..

BOOTHILL:

You’re sitting down on your comfortable couch (although a certain man takes up nearly all the space), blanket tossed over the both of you. A heavy and cozy wool blanket that Boothill made for you, which is now stifling your shrieks as you watch probably the most horrifying movie you’ve seen before.

You’re easily scared, jumping at every little rattlesnake and spider that crosses your path, so of course Boothill had to put on a movie that brings up your worst fears. Not out of malice, of course.

“C’mon, it’s not that scary. Just a buncha moving pictures.” He says, patting a cold metal hand on your back that makes you flinch and weep. He judges your reaction for a moment, eyes flicking up and down, before he softens up.

“Alright, c’mere you.”

SAMPO:

If anything, Sampo is the scared one. Although you still get freaked out by jumpscares and gore, he’s squishing into your stomach in a curled up position, shaking and losing his composure by the second.

The movie isn’t even that scary! It’s one of those old cheesy horror movies with cheap sfx. But sadly, your wonderful boyfriend is too dramatic for your own good. He cuddles up next to you and wraps his arms around your waist, shoving his face in your torso.

And the moment you try to talk to him about how scared he is, he immediately denies it. “No, nono I’m not scared! Are you scared? Because I’m not! Mr. Sampo Koski never gets sca-AAAAAH!!” A jumpscare happened at the most perfect moment, causing his words to interrupt with a scream. And of course, you laughed at his dismay.

SPARKLE:

You have no clue where Sparkle ran off to. She said she’d be going to the market for snacks, and left you with an incredibly traumatizing horror movie to watch. You’ve already been on your phone and put your headphones in to drown out whatever is going on the screen. Of course she hid the remote too.

Suddenly, the lights in your room are cut completely, leaving you in darkness with nothing but the screen and your phone to illuminate. When you hold your phone to get your flashlight up, your phone begins to ring with an unknown caller. How cliché. You still pick it up, met with a somewhat familiar voice saying, “Do you like scary movies?”

You turn to the window, knowing where this was going, and open the blinds before you get the shit scared out of you by none other than Sparkle, dressed in a bloody Scream outfit. She yells at you and slams her hands on the door, causing you to fall backwards in shock. She laughs at you before coming back inside, tossing a few candies on you before sitting down to watch the rest of the movie.

ARGENTI:

“Fear not, my dear companion! I’ll fight these monstrous beasts in the name of Idrila!” He proclaims, causing you to roll your eyes dramatically. He’s been saying this every time a monster came up on screen. Which has been for a while, since you picked a horror movie with a whole lot of vampires and werewolves and whatnot.

You’re pretty much locked in place with his grip, sitting behind you with his arms around your body. His chin rests on your shoulder as he watches the screen intently, eyes narrowing at every beast that appears. You’re simply hanging out, eating popcorn, and not taking it as seriously as he is.

“Such wretched beasts… I’d never let you fall victim to them.” He says, voice low and thoughtful. You glance at him. “You do know that they’re actors, right?” You question. Argenti looks at you, and then at the screen, furrowing his brows. “I’m aware. But all I’m saying is…”

MARCH 7TH:

Both of you are sitting in March’s room, curled up on the bed surrounded by pillows and plushies, and shielding your eyes from the movie that you put on. You wanted to challenge yourself and March to watch the scariest, most horrifying movie to exist. Which turned out to be way too much for you- and you lost the remote.

You squeal in sync for any jumpscare, gripping at eachother’s arms and mumbling in fear with every added second of suspense. No amount of yummy snacks or drinks could save you now. You hold onto March’s hand hard enough to almost bruise her, and she does the same to you. Both of you are tangled up in the blankets, hiding under a fort of pillows.

“ohmygodsohmygodsitsgonnahappentheresgonnabeajumpscare” March mutters, her grip on your arm increasing by the second. She shakes you around, repeatedly shoving her face in your shoulder and then looking back at the screen. You hold onto her shirt and glance at her and then the screen. You lift up a hand to cover part of the screen before the scare happens, causing March to scream hard enough to wake up every Nameless on the express.

MR. RECA:

You really did think this would be a fun night. How wrong! With a director and film critic beside you, he points out every single mistake in the writing and acting of the movie you put on. It was a horror comedy, since you didn’t feel like getting nightmares tonight. However, Mr. Reca thinks that it’s a total fool’s movie.

“The pacing is simply- Oh, it’s just ATROCIOUS! The SFX could be better too, oh how i HATE CGI!” He complains, keeping one hand on your shoulder while using the other to dramatically gesture at the screen. You thought the movie was alright, not good but not bad. But apparently Reca just despised it.

He stopped eating the snacks you got completely, instead choosing to talk over nearly every scene in the movie. You keep shushing him, he goes quiet for a minute, and immediately keeps talking. And once the movie was over and you were thoroughly tired, he decides that he wants to write a better version of that movie. Before you fall asleep, you see Reca hovering over you, speaking excitedly. “So, what do you say that we REMAKE that movie? You could be the star!” And you drift off to dreamland, still haunted by Reca’s endless yapping.

enjoy the treats my SPOOKY lieges…

[juanarc-thethird]

How about Year Of The Rabbit with Cinder? Jaune will definitely enjoy this.

Cinder: *Inside a dressing room* I hate this. Why do I have to do this?

Jaune: Well, it was this, or community service.

Cinder: Shit! This is pretty tight. How the fuck can someone wear this?

Jaune: Do you need help?

Cinder: No, thanks.

Jaune: Ok, let me know when you're ready.

Cinder: Yeah sure... How the fuck… Arg!... Ok, I'm done.

Jaune: Great!

Cinder comes out of the dressing room looking sexy.

Jaune: *Blushing* *Quietly* Holly shit...

Cinder: I only have to use this for 1 week, right?

Jaune: *Staring at her with his mouth open*

Cinder: Hey moron! I am talking to you!

Jaune: *Blushing* Huh?! I'm sorry, what did you say?

Cinder: *Annoyed, she approaches him* What's wrong, do I have something on my face?

Jaune: *Against the wall* N-N-No!!...

Cinder: *She slams her hand against the wall* Then what's your problem?!

Jaune: Um...*Takes a quick glance at her chest*

Cinder: Oh~ Did you just get turned on by seeing me dressed like this?

Jaune: *Blushing and looking away* N-No

Cinder: *Smug* (Hehehe… How cute~ I'm just going to tease him a little.) I think you did. I mean... *She puts her leg against his crotch* your friend here looks like he is getting excited.

Jaune: S-Stop it...

Cinder: Why? You don't like it?

Jaune: Is not that... is just that... this is somewhat inappropriate.

Cinder: (He's acting like a scared puppy. How cute~) What's the matter? is this to much for you?~

Jaune: *Red and about to explode* N-No!

Cinder: In that case...

She cups his face with her free hand and moves close to his ear.

Cinder: Do you want to fool around?~

Jaune: *Gasp!*

Cinder: Hehehe.... Just kidin-

Jaune: P-P-P-Please take care of me!!!

Jaune starts to unbutton his pants and...

Cinder: Hey! What are you- HOLY SHIT!

Moments later

Cinder is against the wall while Jaune is fucking her from behind. Cinder's stockings are somewhat torn and the bunny outfit is cut at the crotch to give access to Jaune's member.

Cinder: Ah~💕 Ah~💕 Ah~💕 (It's so good!)

Jaune: Cinder~💕

Cinder: (He feels so good. He's so gentle. It feels... It feelsh sho good when he goesh deep!!💕)

Jaune: Cinder!❤️‍🔥

Jaune begins to move his hips harder

Cinder: AAh!~💕 (What's this?!) Ah~💕 Ah~💕 (No! No! I'm already gonna....)

Jaune: Cinder I'm about to...!!

Jaune pulls hard on Cinder's hips, thrusting his whole cock into her and emptying his balls inside her.

Cinder: AAaaah!!!~💕💕 (So deep! Sho deeep!!!)

Jaune: *Still cumming* Oh fuck~

Cinder: (It's so good! It's sho goood...!!)

Jaune: *Worry* I'm sorry Cinder, I didn't mean to cum inside.

Cinder: *Legs shaking* How would you feel...

Jaune: Huh?

Cinder: *She looks at him with a sexy and tender look* How would you feel... about us dating? If we do that, we can have sex as many times as you want, you know?~💕

Jaune: *happy* Yes please!

He gently cups her face and kisses her passionately.

Cinder: Mm~💕 (I think... I think I'm falling for this man)

[lanitalay]

Before I Say Goodnight

Chapter 19

a/n: AAAAAH only one more chapter left after this one. Let me tell you this has been such a wonderful experience. I feel more confident in my writing and my story telling I hope everyone who has read this has had a fun time escaping reality with me.

warnings: canon typical violence

word count: 5.1k

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He had made a complete disaster of his Inner Circle and had jeopardized all of Prythian because of the prophecy Amren had found. In his mind it had all been justified. A threat, a mole, an usurper was living amongst his beloved family, charming them, manipulating them. He knew better than to underestimate a human girl with nothing to lose. He had fallen in love with a similar renegade and it had made him love Feyre even more. But this girl… she was not his mate. She was not his subject. She was not his. She would be his destruction if he didn’t act carefully. She was wild, untethered and untested. Now, she was gone. Feyre roars at him from across their bedroom “how could you be so cruel? He is your brother and she has done nothing to any of us”. He had been trying to explain the prophecy but she rolled her eyes “you are not thinking clearly Rhysand. You have been lying to me. Hiding things from me for mother knows how long because of a supposed prophecy?” Blood roared in his ears “I have told you that I, we, will bow before no one. Let alone a rogue queen. If she’s gone we are better for it”. He catches a book Feyre throws his way “what about the rest of the courts? What about not telling me about any of this? What about the Human Lands? What about all the lives that will be lost because you refused to believe Azriel?” He had never seen her disappointment thrown his way. He felt small under her stare. She had never been so mad at her mate. So confused about all of his decisions and erratic behavior in the last months. “I’m going to call a meeting with the High Lords to warn them. I expect you to be there and cooperate” with that she walked out of the room and made a point of slamming the door. 

She wanted to throw more things at him for being so nearsighted and stupid. Rhysand had always been proud and protective of what was his but it was those instincts that made him blind. 

You shudder as you pour the freezing water over your head. Vallahan was nearly as cold as Velaris and the inn you had found did not have plumbing or the capabilities to boil buckets of water. But you had been a stowaway for days and a bath, however uncomfortable, was extremely necessary. Especially if you wanted to sneak into the courtly scene Mor certainly frequented. You had brought some money. Azriel had told you where he kept an emergency fund in the house and you had some savings from working with Jolly. If you were to find Mor tonight, you had a few things to get done before nightfall. Rinse off the last of the soap, pat yourself dry, get dressed in the change of clothes you had brought. It was a simple outfit, nothing to draw attention to you. But you cleaned up nicely. Thick locks framing your newly ephemeral face. It was still an adjustment to see yourself in the mirror. Your eyes looked like your eyes but they were brighter, glittering. The pointed ears that peeked through your hair. Your cheekbones that had shifted slightly when your body had turned fae. The scars, now faint white lines, that adorned your chest. Those were the toughest to look at. You put on a thick scarf and step out of the room for the next part in your hasty plan.

“Silver suits you, my lady” the female at the shop tells you and you really can’t disagree. The coolness of the color enhances your complexion and the reflective nature of the fabric catches the light in such a way that you look like a star incarnate. “Thank you, I’ll take it” she claps a little and says “I suspect you’ll be attending the ball tonight?” Bingo. “Yes, I was in tears this morning when my sister spilled tea on the gown I had prepared. Lucky I found this one” you step into the changing room and strip the dress off. When you emerge the shopkeeper is waiting by the till. When she tells you the total you nearly yelp. It was expensive. But it was exquisite and you needed to get in, no questions asked. So you hand her the gold coins and return to the inn as fast as possible. There was a ball. You had scouted the city the first few hours after being kicked off the ship and quickly spotted the wealthy district. It was more of a street, full of enormous mansions that lined up all the way to golden palace gates. If you had to guess, that was where Mor was staying and hopefully where the ball was. If you were wrong then… then you’d go South and find Azriel by any means necessary. 

You spent the rest of the day getting ready. Putting on cosmetics and fixing your hair until you look like a doll. You had to play your strengths, and beauty was one of them. Once the dress is on you stand in front of the mirror and make sure not one hair is out of place. It really is a gorgeous gown. You run your hands over the metallic material. Once satisfied with the outcome you put on your freshly laundered cloak and make your way out. 

The first part of the plan was finding a carriage.

 They were all over the city and your best bet to get into the palace without raising any flags. You walk towards the wealthy district and a few blocks away you see your mark. He’s a young male. Younger than any of the members of the Night Court. He looked boyish, naive, sheltered. He was dressed in a suit and he was so flustered you could see the blush burn his cheeks. A young girl stood next to him in a stunning gown. Hers was blue silk. It looked like the Northern Sea. Breathe. You had practiced as much as possible before getting caught on the ship. Breathe. You were on the street, under a crystal sky. It wasn’t anything like the Night Court. The stars stagnant. You close your eyes and feel for something to hold onto. You put your hands inside the cloak and clench your fists, feeling the pull of the atmosphere at your skin. It was still jarring. Lowering the barrier that kept you contained in your body and letting your magic flow from your pores. But the next steps were easier. A magnet. You condensed all of the humidity in the air to one heavy cloud right above your heads. Something in you said it was like turning on a faucet.  A simple swipe lets all of the water drip drop right onto the unwitting accomplices. You breathe again, returning to yourself in a gasp. “Where is the carriage?” You make a show of looking around in a panic. The front of your cloak is open, the glittering dress visible but covered from the elements. Bringing up the hood to cover your hair you let out a pitiful cry “this night is ruined”. The male was helping the female into their carriage when he heard the commotion coming from you. A sad sight. You look out of place in the dimly lit street. All dressed up with no one around. His heart clenches when he sees your face is wet and he can’t tell if it's from the rain or from tears. But you’re clearly going to the same place he is so he runs over to you “are you going to the ball?” He asks over the increasing rain “I was supposed to, but my betrothed hasn’t shown up with the carriage, if he doesn’t arrive soon my dress will be ruined” he felt bad for the abandoned lady. So he did not think twice when offering “come with us, we have plenty of room” he held out his hand for you to grab but you grabbed your skirts instead and walked beside him. Once in the carriage you breathed again, this time, to release the clouds you had taken hostage. 

When you arrived at the palace you quickly took off your cloak and made sure you were seen. You made a fuss about thanking the young male that had offered you his help and even promised him a dance once inside. You needed her to see you. Once inside the palace you went about visiting every room available to the revelers, always keeping an ear out for a familiar sultry laugh. So when you hear high heels slam on polished floors and the voice you so desperately wanted to hear say “I apologize, your grace, but my cousin has called me back for an emergency. I will be back when everything is settled…. No, he did not tell me what was the matter… Escorting me is unnecessary. I know my way around…” You want to run up and hug her. The first familiar face you’ve seen in days. But you walk a few feet behind her and the queen until she goes into the residential wing of the castle and the queen returns to the ballrooms. 

“Mor-” she whirls around and shoves you against the wall. Eyes wide in horror when she recognizes you. “What the hell are you doing here y/n?” She lets go and scans you from head to toe “we need to talk, somewhere private” nodding, she grabs your arm and walks you down winding corridors. 

“Spill it” you resist the urge to roll your eyes. “I need your help getting Azriel out of Koschei’s lake” her jaw slackens and you can almost feel her heart stop at your words “is that why Rhysand called me back?” You shrug “Maybe, I don’t know” she arches a sharp brow “did something happen?” You nod “a lot has been going on while you’ve been away” Mor motions for you to go on “well, as you probably know Rhysand does not like me and this wasn’t really cause for concern until I electrocuted Eris. It turns out I have powers and they could be dangerous. So Azriel was covering for me, keeping him off my back. Then Azriel got word that Koschei was planning an invasion and when he told Rhysand he sent him to confirm the news. Azriel said that he would be back in a week, that if he wasn’t it was because something was wrong and that I should flee Velaris. He knows war is imminent and he wanted me to get out before it broke out. I stowed away on a ship that landed me here. It was a gamble to try and find you but I can’t rescue him on my own. He needs help, Mor.” She lets out a string of foul curses. Even you were offended and you had just spent days over hearing conversations between sailors. “I suppose Rhysand suspects you have powers?” A nod “Is he preparing for the invasion?” “I’m not sure, I went to him for help before I left but he didn’t say anything other than to stay out of it”. Mor curses. There wasn’t much of a decision to be made between rescuing her lifelong friend and defender and answering a call from her cousin across the sea “Ok, let’s go get Azriel”. 

Eris did not bother with pleasantries when Feyre contacted him. He was days into strategizing and meeting with the other High Lords trying to prepare for an attack they knew was imminent. “I apologize if I am crass but we have no time to waste since Rhysand neglected to inform us about Koschei” Feyre looked a mixture of embarrassed and relieved “I should be the one apologizing, Rhysand should apologize as well. But I am glad you found out and did not hesitate to mobilize”. Most of the villages had been evacuated to the westernmost parts of Velaris. The armies from each court had been warned and were ready for battle. Eris had done so much in just a few days. 

While removing  your gowns and putting on fighting leathers you ask Mor about your lover's captor. You were regretting never going to train with Cassian or Nesta or Azriel. Your little blades more of a hazard then an asset in unskilled hands. 

“So what’s the deal with Koschei? I know he’s powerful enough to curse Vassa and that he wants more power but I don’t know what to expect?

She takes a long inhale “You did not think this through at all?” You sort of had, but doing research on a boat wasn’t possible and up until a week ago Koschei was just an abstract villain from your friends' pasts. So you shrug. Mor sighs “Well, for starters he is one of three immensely powerful siblings. He is the only one that's alive though, the other two died during the war against Hybern. Let’s see… He is not from this realm, the three of them arrived here before Prythian was even a thing. He is an ancient thing. The Fae call him a death god because he feeds off life itself and I’m not sure how true this is but they say his soul is kept separate from his body and that makes him nearly impossible to kill because he keeps his soul hidden away somewhere safe. 

You couldn’t help but notice the similarities in the facts. He was from a different dimension, so were you. His soul could be detached from his body, in a way, so could yours. 

He was on a small platform in the middle of a crystal clear lake. He had been here for a week? Maybe two? He couldn’t really tell. The days had started to blend in together. He was sick. He was starving. He was a goner. It was sad to think that this would be his end. 

He was in the woods that surrounded the lake waiting to see the evidence of what his spies had told him when a snake bit through his leathers and knocked him unconscious. He woke up when two sentinels were carrying him through the woods, the large green and yellow snake warped around him. The weight of it nearly suffocated him. The males walked for hours until they arrived at a large cabin facing a lake. Azriel’s stomach twisted with knowing. When they threw up on the floor of the cabin in a heap he struggled to breathe. Then slow, steady steps paralyzed him. He couldn’t move his head to look around but from where he was on the floor he could tell that the cabin was a place of luxury and opulence. Shiny hardwood floors pressed against his temple. Intricate carved furniture cluttered the space. Large open windows allowed for a freezing breeze to flow through the space and a large stone hearth housed an angry crackling fire. His shadows told him that the male approaching had white hair and dark eyes. He struggled against his restraint. The snake crushed him a little more. 

“Finally caught the pesky shadowsinger that has been breathing down my neck all these months” a hoarse voice boomed through the room. It bounced off the walls and Azriel felt his ears bleed. “It’s rare we get new visitors along these parts, most fae know to stay away” the steps near until he was right next to Azriel, his face hovering over him. The hair was long and stringy. Eyes not just dark, but black. Void.

“You are not who I was expecting, but a lucky surprise” with a nod the snake tightens its grip until Azriel’s world goes dark again. The next time he opened his eyes he was here. Someone would throw his bread every couple of days and he would drink rain water he caught in his hands. But the last few days all of the sentinels had been sent to Prythian. Leaving him alone with Koschei and blurry creatures that swam below. The water was so clear he could see thousands of skeletons lining the bottom of the lake. If he did not figure a way out, he would be joining the underwater grave soon. 

Mor winnowed South. It was still dark out. The sun due to rise in a few short hours. You had devised a plan… of sorts. You were sitting against a tree and she stood in front of you, guarding. You close your eyes and breathe. Just like before the barriers lower and you spill into the misty night. Like a fog you roll through the forest and over the lake. You feel his presence before you visualize him. But before you know it there he is. In the middle of the lake. A heap on a platform. Wings tucked into his back, rigid with tension, ankles chained. You see the cabin. Feel immense energy. There are a million creatures in this small little lake. Insects, woodland animals, strange beings you had never seen. They were all scared, beaten and broken down. Even the worms felt pathetic in the way that only someone shoved into the wrong vessel felt pathetic. 

You return to your body and your eyes water at the image of Azriel, captured but whole. He was intact. “He’s alive, Mor”. She turns to face you and you can see relief wash over her face. “Thank the Mother, what else did you see?” 

“He’s in the middle of the lake, floating. His ankles are chained. There is a cabin where Koschei is, I felt his energy. And I think every single one of the creatures in this place is cursed to their current form” 

“So what do you want to do?” 

“I think I could move the platform towards the shore and then you can winnow him away, we can figure out how to break the chain after”. Mor nodded in agreement. “Are you going to stay here?” 

“Yes, just winnow back here and then the three of us can get away” 

She disappeared before your eyes. Eyes closed. One breath. Walls down. Weave through the forest. Spot Mor in the shadow of the large tree. Condense yourself into water. Drop in the lake. See the bones and the anchor keeping the platform in place. Gather more energy. Zap the tether. Become wind. Lead him to the shore. See Mor approach. See him stir. She held out her hand, reaching. See her grab his hand and… and nothing. He’s awake now, a horrified look on his face. Mor looks upset too. She grabs his other hand now. They remain in place. You feel their energy. You hear their conversation  “what are you doing here?” 

“Getting you out, dumbass” 

“You should leave, the shackles are probably spelled”

“I can’t leave without you” 

“You have too, he’ll know you’re here and if he traps you too then what?”

Become a cloud. Envelope your friends. Protect them from prying eyes. Harness, attract,  and grab energy. Release a bolt of lightning straight to the chain. Hear their loud curses. Muffle them with heavy rain. See him move his legs. Chains intact. Feel a call. A pull from the cabin. Return to your body. Shiver and shake, cry and wail. 

You stand on unsteady ground and walk. Reach your friends. 

“What the hell are you doing here?!” Mor steps away from Azriel as you approach him. He was here. He was real. He was cold and wet from the rain. His brows furrowed. His throat bobbed. His eyes wild. 

“Az… I’m sorry” you can’t think of anything else to say when he’s looking at you like you’re crazy.

“Get out, both of you. Leave now” you shake your head and kneel on the platform with him. You hold his hands, bringing them to your lips. Place kisses on his knuckles and whisper “you’ll be free soon”. He shakes his head “y/n, please, you have to leave. Go North remember? Please-” his voice was raw from disuse. “No one can get that iron off you, Az. I won’t leave you here to waste away” 

“What are you saying?”

“He left you here so I would see you. He’s expecting me” it's something you can feel in the air. His power mingled with yours. Calling you toward the cabin. “No- no, Mor, winnow away. Leave right now, please- I-” 

“It’s alright, you don’t have to worry” you move your hands to his face and move his hair away from his eyes. “It’s just what has to happen right now” he closes the distance between you in a desperate kiss. A kiss that said “I missed you” “I love you” “You’re insane” “Don’t leave me”. You pull away “I’ll be back Azriel, I promise I’ll find you when I’m done here”. Burning in your ribs sealed the deal. 

Wipe the tears from his cheeks. Kiss him again. Tell Mor to wait until he’s freed to winnow away. Hug her. Walk towards the cabin. See that the door is open. Go inside. Black, depthless eyes meet yours. Too white teeth in a glaring smile. White stringy hair. Smooth, poreless skin. Small, dainty nose. He looked like a doll possessed by a demon. Your skin crawls.

“I have been waiting for you, magnificent creature” 

“I’m here, let Azriel go” 

“He can go if you stay” 

“I know” 

Koschei walked toward a small table and sat in one of the two chairs. He motioned for you to sit in the other one. 

“I am pleased to host you in my home” 

“I can’t say I’m pleased at all”

“Getting you here took so much longer than expected. See, I am limited in terms of mobility and have had to delegate most tasks to power hungry brutes”  you tilt your head, questioning. 

“I suppose no one has told you that your arrival to this realm was written in the stars long ago?” You say nothing. 

“Let me explain. Most things happen by chance. But some things happen to be destined. You, my dear, are the latter.” He pushes an ancient looking script your way “The realm will bow to  the queen with no crown. The one who traveled the longest distance,through space and time. The one who brought great danger. She will be created by fate, magic, earth, wind, fire and water. A keeper of lightning. Master of storms. Calm oceans will turn tempestuous at her will. In time, all will bow to the queen with no crown.”

You read it. Again and again. 

“Understand now?” Shake your head. No. 

“The autumn lord was supposed to deliver you to me alongside Galgollem but he got himself  and the monster killed instead” Koschei said with a casual roll of his dead eyes. “My dear, you and I together possess more power than anyone else in the entire realm. I am bound to this lake. But you are as free as the wind. As strong as steel. Be my queen. My equal”. You are free. He said you are free. What good would it be if his puppet was also bound to the lake if his true motives were conquest? 

“Are you the king of anything?” low chuckle.

“I am a God of Death”

“And I am Queen of the Realm, destined by the Mother herself, according to this”. You shove the paper back towards him.  He bristles.  You feel yourself getting agitated. Close your eyes. Breathe. See Azriel and Mor still at the edge of the lake. Return. 

“Let. Azriel. Go” 

“Be my queen and he’s free”  

In that moment you knew. You understood his need for you. To align himself with who he thought was his counterpart. But he did not see that your freedom, your wildness was inherent. It was carved in your bones. He wanted to hold you captive. Send you away on his behalf. Conquer far away lands, oceans and winds. Be his hostage. Nothing more than a marionette. You feel the buzzing, no longer dormant. No longer controlled by concentration and breathing exercises. 

See his face shift from nonchalant to tense. Know your eyes are telling him he’s in trouble. Close them. See Azriel and Mor still in the lake. Open them. See his mouth moving. The drumming doesn’t let you hear a word. 

You lose it. 

He doesn’t understand your power. 

He thinks he can tame you. 

Stand from your chair, walk to him. See him lean back. Reach for his neck. Unleash yourself. Bright white fills the room. Feel Koschei sizzling and crackling in your hands. The energy too much for his vessel to bear. 

The wind is knocked from your lungs when he pushes you away. You fly through the air, smash through the glass windows and land in the lake. Your body sinks. Close your eyes. See Azriel screaming and pulling at his shackles. Mor beside him, horrified. Gather wind and force Koschei into the lake as well. He’s pushed in by a gust that blows away all of the windows. Return to your body. See him trying to swim away. Become water and pull him down. Down. Down. 

The troops are formed in an impenetrable line. His eyes in the skies warned that there were ships arriving from the East. They were as ready as they could be. The Ilirians and Peregrins were launching into the sky with fae bane arrows. The rest were waiting for them to make landfall. All of the High Lords were with their respective armies. Even Tamlin had scrounged up a few warriors from Spring, thanks to Lucien. Rhysand and Feyre were leading the charge for Night,  beside them Nesta and Cassian. Most of their Inner Circle was notably missing. Eris cursed Koschei, he cursed Rhysand and he cursed the Gods for putting him in this situation again. He hated war. Absolutely despised the bloodshed and fighting. He was very skilled in combat, he had to be as  High Lord. But he would choose verbal warfare a million times over than this. Standing in a field, alongside Death. Souls waiting to be claimed. 

They came into view now. Arrows fell from the sky. 

His soul is separate from his body. He is struggling against currents that bring him right to your arms. Hands wrap around his neck again. Creatures you can’t see biting and pulling you apart. Above you, in the sky, a black cloud forms. Azriel’s skin is raw and red around his ankles. The static in the air is palpable. Koschei is fighting you, still. His minions clawing along your skin. You know the shock angered him. Hurt him. 

In your body and out of it at the same time. In the sky and the water. You squeeze his neck feeling his airway close. All it took was one thought and the cloud unleashes everything it has on the lake. Azriel screams. Mor jumps out of the water as bolts of lightning pour from the sky. A curtain of light. You feel a comforting tingle on your skin and know your plan works as the creatures pulling at you go belly up and Koschei convulses in your grasp. His body was not made of lightning. Horrible eyes bulge, neck twists in a way it should not be able to. You call off the cloud. His body sags in your hold, deformed by pain. This is only his vessel. 

The ships are nearing. The air squad firing all the have. Eris can tell no one in that ship has fallen. In short minutes they’ll be on the shore. 

The water brings you to the surface. His limp body in your hands. The current carries you to the shore and you bring his body onto dry land. 

Azriel is pale, nauseous and lightheaded. He swears his heart has stopped and started at least a thousand times. No worse torture than seeing her in danger not being able to do anything about it. But she’s there. Right in front of him. Dragging Koschei’s body across the sand. 

You collapse. Exhausted and drained. But his soul… His essence was still somewhere.

Close your eyes. Pour into the atmosphere. Let yourself feel. The call of his soul was coming from the cabin. It was in there somewhere and you would destroy it. Rage clouding everything. Nothing but his end would make you stop.

He had never seen her eyes like that. They were misty. White light pouring out. She looked so different from the person he knew. Her humanity, her softness vanished. Hair wild and stuck to her face, neck and back. He could see fast healing wounds peeking from the gashes in her clothes. A tornado. Lady Tempest. 

Her movements were precise. She stood and turned. Walking calmly to the cabin. 

The inside was destroyed from the shattered windows and rain pouring in from the chaos outside. His foul energy was concentrated deeper in the house. 

Open a door. Walk down spiraled stairs. Gag. It was disgusting. There was an iron door. Go to open it. Flinch. Send a bolt towards it. Walk through the hole. Dark room. Small box. The vibrations from his soul make you feel ill. Open the box. A smooth white bone lays on a velvet cushion. Walk outside. 

When the ships made landfall the soldiers within them descended on the shores of Prythrian. Running at full speed towards them. Not a single casualty from the arrows. Their army whole.  Eris braces himself, adjusting his grip on his sword and shield. The small dots becoming full sized soldiers in short seconds. 

Hold the bone. Close your fist around it. Breathe. I’m so tired. Breathe again. This being, Koschei, has caused so much suffering for so many people. For people you love. He wants power. He wants war. He wants you to do his dirty work. Just like that the buzzing is back. Squeeze your fist until it hurts. See white light flash between your fingers. Open your fist. Acrid ash is now where bone used to be. Scatter it on a phantom breeze. Return to his body. Drag it to the cabin. Put it in the hearth. Set it ablaze. 

The soldiers that were nearing vanished. The ships disappeared. Eris remained tense. 

This had to be a trick. 

The sound of fire crackling brings you out of your frenzy. What did I do? How could I do all of that? You had brutalized him. Killed him in such a personal way it scared you. Sitting on the wet floor you look at anywhere but the fire. You flinch when you hear footsteps and see Azriel standing in the doorway. You stand and run to him. He wraps his arms around you fully “we should go”. You pull away and walk outside. Mor is standing there, soaked. “Are you ready?” You nod and grab her hand. She winnows to a room you’d never been. 

“Make yourselves comfortable, I’m going to grab a drink and pass out”.

a/n: I hope a lot of questions were answered!!!!!! thank you for reading loves <3

taglist: @luvmoo @leeknows-wife@nocasdatsgay@mybestfriendmademe@evylynny

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #12

This week we're taking a slight detour from the main chapters of PKNA to read the very first PKNA Special Issue: Missing! (Which came out in 1997 alongside the release of Silicon). This chapter is basically the equivalent of an anime OVA where we get to see the various characters just kinda hangin out and doin stuff outside the main plot, which I think is fun!!

Oh boy haha can't wait to see which of the colorful cast of characters we'll be focusing on fi-

OH NO

No cause like she fuckin got his ass here. I think if PKNA took place in 2024 then Angus Fangus would have a verified account on twitter and every time he posts about PK there would be people in his replies like "oh rent must be due" just roasting the shit out of him. And they would be right too.

Bro AI generated a photo of PK stealing ice cream from a child 😭

Woah dude that's crazy. Could you imagine like, an evil toy manufacturer? Like some sort of toy-based villain. Maybe one that hates video games and dresses like a clo-

DID HE JUST KILL HIMSE

oh nvm there was a balcony. dammit

THEY WHITEWASHED ZIGGY?!??!?!?! NOOOOOOOOOOOO

See I TOLD you it was the anime OVA, they're at the beach and everything! Just look at that FANSERVICE!

I'm talking about Camera 9 in his little beach outfit btw. What did you think I meant? Lyla? What does this have to do with Lyla

So PK is missing and her first instinct is to go and check the jail 💀 I mean I can't say that he WOULDN'T get arrested by the time police I just think it's really funny

Screaming wait I love overly-confident Lyla

he's died

So Camera 9 won't talk to her and she PULLS A FUCKING GUN ON HIM. Cop moment.

...wait wasn't Camera 9 wearing shorts earlier? Where did his shorts go???

UNOOOOOOO HI UNO

"biological associate" is a really fancy way of saying your boyfrie

No cause like I'm obsessed with the resolution to this story. Dude kept his grudge for 250 years, get fucking owned Raider.

Bro shows up for two whole panels just so he can manspread and make a cheeky time reference. I'm exploding him with my mind.

AAAAAH EW OLD MAN JUMPSCARE shoutout to the picture of HDL though

WOW how lucky for Xadhoom to have found an entire thriving colony of her people!!! So happy for her :)

Also PK is there too for some reason

SHE'S SO HAPPY IT'S MAKING ME DEPRESSED

Yeahhhh they really didn't think this one through did they

WAIT THE NEPHEWS ARE HERE?? WHEN DID THEY GET BACK FROM AFRICA

WH- YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN THIS COMIC YET??

You gotta love them dedicating a story to two random Evronian goons and then having it end with both of them just being murdered by Xadhoom. Like they never EXPLICITLY say that Xadhoom is killing the Evronians when she fights them but we all know that's what she's doing right.

Gotta love Donald vanishing off the face of the Earth so he could fuck off to Tibet with Everett Ducklair 💀 Levitating would be a useful skill to have if he didn't like immediately forget how to do it after this oops

Anyways that's all for today. I really like the PKNA special issues they're all really fun and silly and nothing bad happens in them ever!! So look forward to reading the next one in uuuh idk like 10 more issues or something?

[kaledya]

Back🌸

Okay, this is just a little message who has nothing to do with our current conversation.

BUT LIKE WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT DRAWINGS, ART, WHAT.

But. Can. We. Talk. About you dropping four portraits and like its normal ?? Like productivity ? Slay. Do we deserve so much. I was not ready.

I need to rumble about Cain, Abel, Raphael and Jophiel ?

Cain is giving some werewolf vibes and I'm not a fan of werewolves but I like this Cain still ? I like the hair, I like the style. And he gives me the character trope "I hate everyone except one person" and I don't know, I like it.

Abel look so much like his dad, I kind of want to roll my eyes but I zoomed in. And zoomed on his face, and I say the freckles and right now... I'm liking the dude with his smug face.

Jophiel is adorable, you already draw her i think but the eyes you made are really cool She look like a magical girl. And can see Abaddon sweating when she comes to talk to him. Ahah love it.

And Raphael is just chef kiss. I understand why Abaddon make a sculpture of his face each time aha.

Also me : *jump into this au/world.*

Me : "Hi." Raphael : "... Good morning?" Me : "Yes. Very good indeed... *look at the sky before giving him a plane ticket* this is a first class plane ticket for my harem. Its just at the left corner of my brain. You will come and everything will be alright, thank you. I have a chamber prepared, you can do whatever you like. Don't mind Jack Sparrow in the background. Try to ovoid Littlefinger at best. I mean... everybody is clever out there but not very kind. I never had Angel before... hum. Well try to find Sherlock and Watson somewhere or the Ghibli men ? If Hannibal invite you to dine... accept. But you will still die but at least you will be his friend. You can regenerate anyway. See you later bye !"

*me leaving*

Raphael : "...what was that ? Aaaaah!" *get thrown in the plane*

Respectfully. Ahah

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ALSO, the new paintings of Lolicia and Lazuli, I was not readyyy ! Thank you 🌸 Like Lolicia ?? I'm actually considering to make it my phone background ! The light ? The background blue ? The texture of the tips of hair ? The jewellery ? The tail look like a wave ? I just love her expression. My baby 😭

Lazuli is fire, I understand why she is one of Verdelet's favorite! My cute babies ahah

And the outfits came from a ref on Pinterest! (naturally) but I twist it a little. I'm so happy you like the little comic, honestly I was laughing when I made Serenity and Alastor face and also when Constantine and Lolicia pillow fights ahah

And honestly slay both of them !! I think my favorite panel is when Constantine change and we see his face close up.

I'm so ready to see a painting of him ! So many gifts (I will gift them back all *put a scarf on my forehead ready*)

And the fact that you fall asleep, same yesterday night, I was doing the OC for Giovanni's assistant and I fall asleep too!!

Thank you again like AH!🌸🌸🌸

Ps : the animatic with Alastor and Serenity, I love it, especially the parallels in their deaths. it would be really nice to work with their storyline in season 2 (I think it will be angst at the beginning and it will get better and then they will slay like in he animatic!)

Now the Giovanni related message !

THANK YOU SO MUCH I'M SO GLAD THAT YOU LIKE IT!!!

Thank you! (⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠). As long as you have inspiration, I can only experience such things and I wanted to design Cain and Abel, I was full of inspiration.Also, I had to draw Jophiel and Raphael.

You are deserve everything❤️❤️ ☜⁠ ⁠(⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠)

I'm so glad you like Cain, and yes, when you said that, I noticed that he gives off too much of a werewolf vibe.

He can take off his t-shirt at any moment and turn into a red wolf. (live in twilight with ptsd)

In general, I wanted to think of Cain as his mother's son for some reason, and considering the endings of both of them, it makes sense since they were both cursed.Two people with red hair like blood on their hands.

The scar on his face comes from Abel and the Vitiligo under his eye It forms the mark of Cain in Supernatural.(I'm still a fan of that series)

And as you said he is kinda guy "I hated everyone Everyone except one person"

And terms of personality, he is really knowledgeable, intelligent and strong because of his long life, I can say that he resembles Dean from Supernatural in terms of personality.

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LMAO I'm glad you like Abel and yes, his freckles is my favorite too (at least he inherited something from his mother).

Hahaah I'm glad you like Jophiel and she's exactly the kind of person who has never-ending energy and can talk about just one topic for hours.

I feel sorry for Abaddon sometimes * pats his head and it's oky ıts okey*

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LMAO yes Abaddon is 100/100 right for what he did to Raphael.

LMAO Sir, the dialogues you wrote were really great, hahahaha And I have to say that your harem is really rich, I think Raphael will get along very well with the other harem members there.Also, I really love that your harem consists only of extremely smart people.(Jack sparrow may be an exception for this, he will probably be the one to start a fight)But imagine these characters sitting at a table and eating, what kind of conversations will take place at the table.

And besides, what overly intelligent character has a decent personality? So I think they should all be given a special therapy Watson that can fix them.

Raphael, son, if Hannibal invite you to dinner , don't go, he doesn't invite you to dinner, he wants to eat you.he want you as a dinner.

And lmao don't run away you have no chance Raphael you are on the plane now.

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I'm so glad you liked the drawings of Lolicia and Lazuli!!

Phone background?? I'm so happy! I'm really glad you liked it that much!!

And yes Lazuli she clearly deserve to be Verdelet Fav. Look at her she is gorgeus🤌🤌

And lmao yes Serenity and Alastor's face they was like ;What are we witnessing???

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Yes, that panel was really beautiful, for a moment I remembered the transformation scenes in Miracle Ladybug!

I drew the Constsntine art in my previous post!

AND THE PILLOW WAR!! he was really cute

You deserve all the gifts and more!! And I can't wait to see your future drawing (and writing, of course) work!

Hahaah Falling asleep while working🤝us

But after a while, even if the part is really focused, the eyes start to close automatically. It's really hard to fight.I can understand you sir.

And Hürrem's writing was really great, thank you again for writing her.

I'm really glad you like the animation.And yes, it was a lot of fun to portray the parallels between the two.

I always welcome Angst, the more pain the characters suffer, the better 🤌Thank you for your return and have a nice day!

[stratocumulusperlucidus]

Random thoughts about the Renaissance movie (SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY):

I loved it

I knew 3 hours would never be enough to show everything I wanted to see/know about this tour but it was so much fun anyways

I cried more than I thought I would, mainly because it was all so beautiful

I loved the part about Uncle Johnny, so interesting to learn more about this man who was part of making Beyoncé who she is (and it made me cry a little too)

I loved how much she wanted to put people other than herself in the spotlight: the whole crew, the dancers (and more specifically the ballroom dancers), her family, her background singers, the female singers who opened doors for her to be such a huge star now...

THE BIG 3!!!!! so good to see on a big screen with good sound and not just tiktoks lol the Dubai riff was everything

The outfit transitions were incredible!!!! I wish there had been even more (for AHAP, Pure/Honey etc she only showed the Mugler one :( and I didn't see the George Hobeika dress in the intro 😭 it's my favorite) especially during Formation/Diva/Run the World 😍😍😍

I love that she included the audio bug that happened during Alien Superstar and that we got to see what happened backstage

I wish the whole ballroom scene had been included, it was one of my favorite parts, she kept most of it but I wanted all of it lol I'm greedy

The shell part aaaaah!!!! I was so happy to see it up close, it's another one of my favorite parts, so beautiful!

They had 3 stages??

She went back to Cannes in between concerts?? The carbon footprint of this family...

That's all my thoughts so far. I wanted to know so much more about the visuals in the interludes, all the outfits, how she decided on the setlist (thanks Blue for insisting on keeping Diva omg I can't believe this guy wanted to cut it??), the props, the choreo, EVERY LITTLE DETAIL but I guess I would only be satisfied with like 50 hours of video explanation so the 3 hour movie will have to do. I really really hope it gets released online because I want to watch it again and again!!!

[acrosstimeandspace]

so i decided to draw guizhong and what i thought she’d look like if she were to live! i wanted just a little something of a mixture of her archon outfit with modern influences. also some more draconic features because they’re cute on her!

she’s here and aaaaah i love her so much!!!!! also implemented a gradient to show off her hands that are like zhongli’s and a little special something on her right hand :3c

[caffeine-clouds]

Can't put into words how happy this new Sonic April Fools game is making me. Like they made a whole ass VISUAL NOVEL. Apparrently we all love seeing Sonic suffer so much that the most logical course of action was to let him straight up die. Slight spoilers under the hooooood

I started playing it even tho I have other stuff to do aaaaah - but oh my gosh these character OUTFITS. KNUCKLES. IN. A. COWBOY. HAT. ALL THE GIRLS' OUTFITS ARE SERVING ESPIO?? HE SLAYING TAILS - LITERAL DETECTIVE KING THE OTHERS... well their outfits aren't remarkable but they're serving their purpose. Loving the writing so far tooooo, gaaaaah. Everyone was characterised wonderfully even in the way they handed over their tickets - Knuckles' being all scrunched up, Vector losing his, Blaze handing it over before you can even ask her, Rouge compulsively stealing everything she can get her little hands on - GAAAH I LOVE IT. Can't wait to find out the murderer

[castle-dominion]

c4x14 the blue butterfly THIS EPISODE IS SO GOOD I WAS SO HAPPY THE FIRST TIME I WATCHED IT & I WATCHED THE AUDIO COMMENTARY & NOW I GET TO LIVEBLOG IT IDK IF I'LL BE ABLE TO GET THROUGH THE EPISODE TODAY BC IT IS THAT GOOD I WILL HAVE TO PAUSE IT AFTER EVERY LINE I SWEAR

Starting off sexy af, love the music love the costuming (even tho 40s colours were not ideal) love the singing love TJ/LP/BS love everything about this ugh I am dying & I have played maybe five seconds of the episode Ugh the way they talk mmmm I remember when I first watched casablanca & then it was ages until I had the chance to see double indemnity (which actually takes place 10y before this but shush) & heck the way we start off in the middle with castle/JF doing the investigation mmmmjsfhkjhdsjfs it's just sooo good so good so good. "I'm lookin at her" hhhh their eyes meet across the bar aaaaah this is so good.

You know before they flashed forward I thought this might have just been an AU.

Love this fellow's outfit she's so new york. Is ship coming in a figure of speech? We've heard it before. Does it just mean they are coming into money or getting something good like a job promotion? JE: Well, if you can remember anything else, can you please give me a call? SRO manager: Don’t hold your breath, hot shot. *walks out* KR: I think she likes you.

Banks: [we last spoke] Two months ago, which is crazy, ‘cause there was a time we couldn’t go two hours without talking. Glad s2 rysposito aren't here bc espt would make fun of ryan for calling jenny sm. Maybe he was an entomologist. Yo stan owes someone A Lot of money

KR: Just a bunch of books about mobsters and Manhattan in the ‘40s. Castle should read them. he'd probs enjoy them & he's a speedreader too. Ooh the diary! RC: Uh, this diary in Stan’s stuff, it’s also from the ‘40s. It sounds like it belonged to a private eye. Listen to this. “Usually wives turn on the waterworks when shown pictures of their husbands stepping out, but not this dame. She wanted payback. So what’s worse, that I pitched woo with a client, or that I invoiced her for services rendered after?” espt sounds so good when he uses the term "right on" I like it RC: Um, Beckett? Can I take this home for the night? I mean, it might be the key to what Stan was looking for. KB: You just want to read it because you think it’s cool. RC: Yeah, well, that, too. KB: Okay, just so long as…you… [Castle is already walking off with it.] KB: Bring it back in the morning.

Mmm music, old diaries, this is so good. I love the transition bc I could hardly tell what with the VO & the bourbon. Joe Flynn/Rick Castle: So, I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone with a little hair of the dog that bit me. What does that mean?

Oh Martha/Florence Kennard I love! Ugh the outfit the coat the accents & vernacular mmm! The way the characters have a bit of their counterparts in them is so good. Kennard is just enough like martha & susan sullivan can play her so well

How did you know it would change your life? When are you writing this diary? Is it the evening after today or is it days later or what? After the case entirely? Picture of map of manhattan in the 40s. Oh that accent is... something. Gosh alexis is a baby how is she a married woman? hhhhh I can't say everything I love abt it "my shingle" Was her name really vera mulqueen? Was sally's maiden name sally mulqueen? *dabs her eyes* $15 in 1940 is worth $325.85 today or at the time, what 2012? $245.99 in 2012. That much a day plus expenses, hoo that's a lot Ugh the costumes, the acting, the preproduction... JF/RC: Looking at that photograph, all I could think was… Me: Hot dang? JF/RC: what a beautiful doll.

Ugh the scenes of the city jjghhjkfhghg

I KNOW THAT GUY HE IS MR SCOFFIELD I THINK, FORSHADOWING OMG Satchmo Besty Sinclair <3 ugh she sings so well. & I love this music & I love dancing but I do better with big band music I think. I would loooove to dance there. Shrapnel in my hip? From ww2? Well I love how we get to learn about So Much of the character but it is only mentioned in passing. He is such a big character but we only get these little pieces of him & it was just one mention of shrapnel but it tells us a lot about his character. She's pretty af! & you can see dempsey there in the background. gorillas lmao is that what you called your henchmen back then? You got it boss. RC/JF (V.O.): What was I thinking? This dame was trouble on two legs. I kept telling myself to look away. [A tough-looking man steps up next to Beckett/Vera.] RC/JF (V.O.): She was with Tom Dempsey, for crying out loud – the most ruthless mob boss New York has ever given birth to. [Beckett/Vera kisses Dempsey on the cheek.] Ooh his outfit! RC/JF (V.O.): Dempsey sent over two of his gorillas – an Irishman and a Cuban on loan from some Havana mob family. You can loan henchworkers? [Ryan/irishman and Esposito/cuban tough-walk over to Castle at the bar.] Esposito looks almost normal but ryan looks way out there. KR/Moxie: The boss wants to see you, boy-o. Ooh that accent tho. (my canadian ass first thought "newfie" lol but they say bo'y not bowy or they even say b'y) RC/JF: Sorry, boys. My dance card’s full. JE/Cuban: This isn’t a request, compadre. *shows his gun* That accent too They get to have fun & play other characters. But the characters are not too far off. Their ties too btw, wowie

& the music! Audio mirroring! RC/JF: The waiter? I’ll take a whiskey. The boys here can share a sloe gin fizz. LMAO Great fight scene! Going to clip that for sure! Words cannot describe how I feel about this. (noo not the kitchen! ugh the way he picks him up) & ngl that booty as he throws him into the alley? Nice.

RC, probably not what JF actually said: You should see what my face did to the other guy’s fist. Vera/KB is wearing the fur over her neck entirely. Covering up the goods. Que passando? I speak french not spanish but is that "what's going on?" like "what has passed?" Doesn't put the tapped R before the D, yeah lol. Ah finally revelas the necklace!

Woah that was kind of jarring to jump back to present day but heck yeah! RC: The Blue Butterfly. It’s a necklace. That’s why Stan Banks was killed. Why am I narrating? Because you were just imagining this guy's day while reading his narration & bc it's what hot girls do. u never talk to yourself? ig it is different from narrating...

OMG WHAT A SEXY INTRO THERE

Ok so what I know from acting is from the moment you hit the set you need to use your accent, you cannot just slip it on & off easy so filming the ryan parts & the henchone parts must have been, well, something. Gosh I can't believe we only get one audio commentary of this ep. I want more, more I say! Also I like ryan's patterned red tie & red vest but that striped shirt? The only reason it's ok is bc he is mostly covering it with the vest. It has red stripes. He has a lot of buttons on the sleeves of his jacket. American flag lapel pin today. With smth else ig. Ooh blue diamonds. I miss when blue diamonds were sexy & white diamonds were just there. RC: *passes his papers to ryan* KR: *shows it to Beckett as if castle didn't already hold em up for her to see*

RC: Turns out the Blue Butterfly disappeared sometime in the ‘40s, and rumor has it, it’s hidden somewhere in The Pennybaker Club. If he found it…a million dollar-necklace? Talk about motive for murder. By the way, Ryan, say “boy-o.” [meaning he really was imagining these people in these positions] KR: *looks up from the papers castle gave him* Boy-o. RC: “Boy-ohhh.” KR: Boy-o. RC: “Boy-o.” KR: Boy-o. RC, accented: “Boy-o.” KR: Boy—O. ??? *looks to beckett* [they go back to talking about the case & rick doesn't get nazi gold but SS officer diamonds which is the same thing. Cursed necklaces? stealing stuff from nazis? mob bosses? this is right up castle's alley.] KB: Okay, Ryan, you see if you can get a hold of the bookie. Castle and I will go back to the crime scene. KR: Okay. RC: Boy-o' KR: Boy-o RC: Boy-o' KR: Boy-O RC: Like a leprechaun. KR, with an angry "ew" face: Castle! RC: Sorry.

RC: Can you blame the guy? I mean, she was gorgeous. Castle how do you know? You are reading it not seeing it. You are imagining beckett there. I was too caught up in the story to think about the "animosity back home" they kept saying Castle is so right. Minor hidden safe, very hidden secret safe. I love how castle insists on telling the story to get to the part abt the safe. RC: Well, people didn’t waste time back in the ‘40s

Oh gosh look at her dress... lmao the transition

KB: Did you just say, “Kate”? Are you picturing the P.I. as you, and me as the gangster’s moll? RC: What? No. And I didn’t say “Kate”. I said “Fate”. “Fate’s heart quickened.” I was being poetic. (chuckles nervously) God. Anyway, as I was saying, they were just about to kiss when… Why not just read from the diary & say the PI was being poetic? Maybe she would read it & call him out tho. Or ig he was reciting from memory

Oh I love the collar on Esposito/Cuban Henchone rn! Raises his fists like that lol & then Besty/Lanie saves the day & gosh that is a good kiss. "mixed laundry" XP Betsie/Lanie almost sounds normal lol

Two Brunos? Interesting word. Well they are not here right now actually so...??? So you became the girl of a mob boss to wear his jewelry? That's it? That's the reason?

KB & me: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT'S IT? I'M NOT ONLY INTERESTED IN THE SAFE I'M ALSO INTERESTED IN THE STORY. btw I like her coat with that red scarf it's v pretty. KB: Well, why would you tell a story when you don’t know the ending? RC: If you wanted a beginning and a middle and an end, I have 27 novels you can choose from. XD

Ray Horton: Stan? And who— who killed him? KR: JE: RH: Me? Why would I kill my business partner? 10g for a diary?

RC: So, I traced the diary. Stan did his research. He purchased it from the granddaughter of Joe’s old secretary, a woman by the name of Ruth Huntsacker. Ah that's where the diary came from KB: Look, Castle, I admit that Joe and Vera’s story is fun and romantic, but whatever happened back in 1947 has nothing to do with who murdered Stan. RC: Uh… (chuckles) I’m not so sure about that. Our bookie alibied out. But ballistics came in, and we got a match. The .38 caliber revolver that killed Stan was used in an unsolved double homicide…in 1947. WOAH NOW THIS IS GOOD. This is so so sexy. Ok so vera mulqueen is her name so sally scoville probably made that mistake when meeting joe flynn on purpose.

RC: Murdered. That’s too bad. I really thought those two crazy kids were gonna make it. KB: Yeah, not exactly the ending I was hoping for. RC: I didn’t even know ballistics went back that far. Me, who watches murdoch mysteries: Oh ho ho! The man also invented blood types & fingerprints & tape & silly putty & (he didn't actually invent any of this he's a fictional character) KB: You know what? I bet you Dempsey caught the two of them trying to run away together, and he killed them. But how does Stan’s killer get Dempsey’s gun sixty years later? KR: Unless Dempsey killed Stan. He’d be, what, like 90 years old? But it’s still possible. RC: Couldn’t have been Dempsey. He died of a heart attack four months after Joe and Vera were killed. KR: Ah. RC: Still…we should dig up that 1947 police report. There could be something in there about the gun that could shed some light on Stan’s murder. KR, resigned: All right. I’ll go to the warehouse and I’ll pull up the old case files. RC: Oh, wai- oh, uh…I want to go. KR: ? *looks to becks* KB: *shrugs* KR: Uh…okay. RC: Can I drive? KR: I don’t care. RC: OwO!!! Espt always make ryan take passenger & beckett never lets castle drive so this is fun. But is it a police car or a personal one? bc castle is probs not allowed to drive if it is a police car.

Belasco is pretty for an old guy. Watercrafter lookin dude.

Someone else accessed your police files? Nice location u got here. Different place to film in. RC: Damn it, Joe. You old sap. Dizzy with a dame and got yourself cooked. KR: So, Mr Bogart, what exactly are we looking for here?

CB: Of course not. When I asked to see the alleged diary, he refused, and yet, he wanted access to all my research on The Pennybaker Club. I mean, really, the whole thing was absurd. Yeah that is kind of rude...

Esposito's hair is... interesting. Short but long enough that he brushes it & parts it.

KR: It feels like we’re looking for a needle in a haystack, except for, we can’t find the haystack. RC: Who needs a haystack when the needle is right here? Wait I just realized-- where did they get that previous photo of tom dempsey?? Wait nvm it was in castle's internet search along with the initial photo of the blue butterfly

Love the transitions "Hatchet men" lol Doyle, my nova scotian uncle has that last name. Lots of scottish & irish immigrants there obv. It's like newfoundland but less intense. Then PEI is like nova scotia #2. RC/JF: So every clover-loving Irishman worth his salt will be huddled around a radio tonight, cheering good ol’ Jimmy on. You’re gonna wait till a rousing part of the fight. Then you’re gonna excuse yourself. Whoever’s assigned to be watching you surely won’t be paying much attention. That’s when you slip right out the back door, where I’ll be waiting for you. that's way too easy. No way theyre going to let that happen But hey they are both so good looking. JF/RC: Look at me. I’m a new man. I’m a better man. I haven’t even had a drink since I met Vera, Girl it's been like a week. Then again for someone who consistently drank himself to sleep in his office, maybe this is a miracle. What if she doesn't have a sister HA I WAS RIGHT

KR, with his cheek in his hand, listening: What happens next? [btw I like his wedding ring, it's rly pretty. & also I love seeing it, he is In Love.] RC: I don’t know. That’s the end of the statement. KR: But if Sally wasn’t Vera’s sister, then who was she? [I love how castle is getting everyone invested in this story] RC: Sally set up the P.I. It’s a classic film noir twist. KR: But whhhy? RC: I don’t know. :D KR: What was Sally up to? [Ryan he only knows as much as you do! He may be a writer but you are a detective] RC: I don’t know. :D KR: Do you think she was connected to Dempsey? *takes the file* RC: I don’t know, :D but isn’t this great? KR: KR: *double take from castle to the file to castle*

YESS THE ADVENT OF WEST SIDE WALLY At least espt excuses himself before taking the call. That's the polite thing to do. Becks sharing the file with some other detective there. the little things make the show

Man has a wedding ring... WOAH TOM DEMPSEY Nice outfit! the makeup team possibly could have done a bit more to make him look related to tom dempsey not genetically identical to him imo but whatever that's just me Wait no maybe they did do enough about it I think. it's good.

So how do you know his real name was stan? Pillar in the community...? Oh guest book at betsy's funeral, that's how he figured it out. TD: No, I did not—I did not shoot him. Stan—Wait. Stan did find it? KB: Come on. You tell us. TD: I don’t know. I was not there! "was not" rather than "wasn't" I like it

Ok espt what are you wearing? Today you are wearing a dress shirt & a tie which is nice (if different from your frequent pyjama look) but grey on grey with THOSE greys does not work bud.

Ah good grammar <3 Jerry Maddox was the old bartender??? (But ik how this goes, why would he sign his name that way in the guest book?) JE: Good job, Castle. RC, like a puppy: Yeah? JE: .. Yeah.

The med guy calls him jerry too. I see. Aw she offers homemade soup <3 Beautiful blue eyes on this man, love the old music too. JM: but I was just a bartender back then What did you become later then?

Ooh interesting, he says: Of course. It was a big deal back then. Dempsey, the fella that owned the club, shot them in cold blood. So confirming the story But then when rick asks: The same year, do you remember a woman named Sally Scofield? She was a redhead. In 1947, she would’ve been about 18. JM looks really confused like he doesn't know her. Which would make sense for Jerry Maddox, but he looks overly confused bc he is JF trying not to reveal that he, well, you know.

Gina? Ooh different person narrating! Except... not really a different person narrating ; ) Drops the pretty girl for a new, younger, pretty girl. Ew. Then again she was there bc she wanted to wear his bling RC: & Sally? JM: Couple months after, uh, Vera and that P.I. got whacked, Dempsey died of a heart attack. RC: (yea I asked abt sally bro) JM: The evening of his funeral, in walks Sally, all dressed up. Ordered a whiskey neat, slammed it back, gave me a big ol’ crocodile grin, said she was free. Then she strutted on out the door, and that’s the last time I ever saw her. Interesting claim... it's a revenge story. It would be SO good from the other point of view, you're in the hold of a mobster & then he dumps your mom for the younger prettier thing & mum kills herself with pills bc this pretty girl wanted bling & your mob daddy wanted a pretty girl so you kill the pretty girl & probably kill the mobster too? That would be good except we know it didn't happen like that & it ends up a tragedy. RC: Somehow she used the P.I. to do it. JM: >:(

KR, pink shirt no tie, cute af as usual: So…West Side Wally. May I call you Wally? WSW: I prefer West Side. I LOVE HIM SM WSW: Whoa. Cagney and Lacey, [XD] you can stop right there. I wasn’t living in the club two days ago. I had already gotten bought out by the other guy. [but u leave your sleeping bag & stuff?] KR: Bought out? JE: By the other guy? yeah babes that's what he said. I love west side, he's great.

No he cannot do his show from prison b'y Oh & again he looks good he has nice style too. Bull whip. That's cool ig. lol so dramatic holding his hand as he says stan was holding the necklace Sure bestie.

Wasn't it so that she could kill vera or smth but dempsey did it for her so she ended up faking his heart attack instead & she killed the one who stole her mother's spot & the man who dumped her mom? Except wait why would maddox only see her in 1946? Maybe that's when he started idk. Do you trust what a man has to say abt shoes? Also there are many pairs of shoes, they could have both had those shoes... except then you said she'd be wearing heels. RC: Beckett, I just realizes something. KB: ? RC: "I Can't Give You Anything But Love." KB: ???? Ouh louis armstrong Satchmo! But listen maybe he played this club many times & that's why they BOTH fell in love with his music.

the fear on their faces when they get called by their old names <3 so good (sad)

He really really sounds like Castle's Joe Flynn when he says: Lady, you got it all wrong. WHOA THE MED AIDE? Huntsacker? His mom sold the diary. Her gramma was mrs kennard. He's back here after all this time. yk that's a good point. He is gently being a spy but then some other guy bullies them lol. But for how long were these two pretending to be the bartender? Frankie Benjamin Huntsacker the aide called him jerry earlier when the detectives came to talk.

"Bushwhack" lol

GASP THE BLUE BUTTERFLY Ugh the MUSIC tho! *casually touches it with his hands* How much of it was paste? Apparently the one they actually made was made of blue sapphires & they auctioned it off for charity. There are plenty of minerals that you can use in place of diamonds. Moissanite & white sapphires are both subs for diamonds. I'm sure blue sapphires can replace blue diamonds, except blue diamonds are typically not as coloured as a good quality blue sapphire.

Joe you said that any irishman worth his salt would be around the radio, not the cuban & mob boss too. I can't believe dempsey let her go but ig he was focussing on the fight. Hoo that leg The ice? Oh the bling, the diamonds Oof she just killed lenny! Yeah Sally was totally a victim! That's sooo cool they just ran away & burned the bodies & UGH THAT'S SO GOOD I'VE BEEN WANTING TO LEARN HOW TO LIGHT A MATCH ON MY THUMB FOR YEARS They probably lied tbh... You know, didn't want to get caught for a murder they did so many years ago, they did not struggle for the gun & have it accidentally go. Girl it is not up to YOU to decide. Tho I do like your decision. JF: We don't know how to thank you RC: I do Ok but here's the thing, how would they get by without the money they were going to get from this thing? Also hold on didn't this guy have a fake? The writer believes it was always a fake, castle believes it was switched out back in the 20s, Jerry & Viola (Joe & Vera) seem to think that they hid the BB but Frankie got his hands on a fake... idk I KNEW the brick would be a thing! Oh the music <3 RC/JF: Let the bastard spend the rest of his life not knowing his prized possession is right under his nose. Love <3 <3 <3 woah that dog! Tell them it was fake or tell them someone found it? The way he pulls her in like that <3 ALWAYS <3 <3 <3 How did they make it without the money from the BB tho? That's why they concocted this plan in the first place Weird ending but So Good I love it! ugh too good! Brilliant!

I am going to transcribe the audio commentary I swear.

this episode is one of my faves & I know I say that abt a lot but DANG this one was golden! So freaking good! So Freaking Good!

[storybook-darning]

Dolly's ears flicked as she tentatively clung to each word he spoke. A Little part of her chest fluttered, or at the least felt a bit lighter. Something about Barnaby's gentle reassurance was enough to sway any reservations she may have had.

At the mention of Sally, though, her previous expression fell, and her nose scrunched. She gave a little huff, tilting her head to the side as she grumbled.

"Aaaaah... Right, Sally." She paused, pursing her lips as she tried to choose her words delicately. "She's... A tough one to please." Dolly sighed with an awkard laugh, hanging her head.

The star would offer up plenty of comments for revisions. Infuriatingly, some comments would be directly conflicting. If not that, the pair had varying tastes on outfits which was something that almost always became a point of contention. Just thinking of it gave her a headache.

"But," She struggled to some up with an upside. "She's... The best customer I have!" A thread of guilt nagged at her. 'You shouldn't be so picky over the work you're handed. Be lucky to have anything at all.'

„Zresztą,*" She mumbled her breath out in a sigh, forcing up her smile to meet Barnaby's eyes. "It's a retelling of Crime and Punishment, she said. Just three outfits, this time."

She hesitated, before sitting down besides him and setting the folded fabrics in front of herself. Producing a pair of silver scissors and a box of pins, she spoke again, quietly. "It would be nice to have some company while I work. So long as you didn't mind, of course?"

With one careful bounce Barnaby steps off the ball he'd been balanced on. Lazy hues taking in her stacks of fabric and bending at the knee to get himself a bit more on her level. He doesn't stifle the chuckle at her words, in fact he took it as an opportunity to let himself roll back onto his bottom with a gentle huff.

"I wouldn't lie t'ya 'bout something as important as that, Dolls." His smile bright. "Wally's my best Little Buddy! A dog's best friend, if ya will. That's a whole different thing." His friendship with Wally was unlike any other. No one could compare to what they had. But for today, Dolly had the pleasure of being his favorite.

"Looks like ya got your lammy hands full. What's all that for? Has Sally got ya makin' her costumes again? That ray of sunshine's always cookin' up a new play."

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[170726] mek jirakit, victor chatchawit, and piglet charada at the u-prince hit for fans event

[tracksidequeen]

Scruffy Daddy

a/n: We’re continuing the Toto x Reader x Nina-saga (the og’s remember), here you go! Scruff daddy Toto.

Summary: After some quality daddy-daughter-time Toto realises it might be a wise decision to keep his scruff. 

Request: Idea based of scruffy Toto. You two have a daughter and toto loves blowing raspberries her tummy to make her laugh. When he starts growing scruff she says the raspberries tickle even more so he keeps his scruff just for his little princess 🥺 - @brynniebear

Warnings: Fluff, some non-agressive cursing, innuendo’s, implication of sex at the end.

Words: 1.1K

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“Honey, I’m home!”

As you enter the house you get absolutely zero reaction. You know Toto gets home early on Fridays to pick up Nina from daycare to spend some daddy-daughter-time, and you saw his care in the driveway. But where the hell are they? 

You take off your heels and coat, still confused by how quiet the house is and you walk into the living room. 

“‘Hi babe’, ‘Hi mommy.’ Nice to know I’m acknowledged in this household,” you echo to yourself though the room.

All of a sudden you see Toto’s arm waving silly from behind the couch and you walk his way to lean over the backrest. 

“Whatcha doing, hun?” 

You see him crouched down in the most uncomfortable position imaginable, in a space way too small for a man his size. How did squeeze himself behind there? 

Without saying a word he places a finger on his mouth implying you to be quiet and then softly whispers.

“I’m hiding from Nina.”

He winks at you and you crouch down to give him a kiss, his scruffy stubble rubbing against your lips-

“TEN!! I’M COMINGGGG!!!” You hear Nina scream from the other room.

“Go, go!” Toto’s hands gesture for you to leave. 

Nonchalantly you sit on the sofa behind which Toto was hiding right at the moment Nina walked in. She ran up to you hugging you leg. 

“Mommyyy!!” 

“Hii baby, are you having fun?” She climbed on you lap and you gave her a kiss, running your hand though her hair. “Do you know where daddy is?”

She looked at you with bright eyes full of excitement. “I’m finding daddy!!”

With a hop she jumped off your lap and started running around. You pretended to be busy on your phone, while Nina looked in all corners, inspected below the coffee table, and opened up all cabinets. As if the giant of a man could fit in there. But then she realises he wouldn’t fit in there, the moment the cabinets’ a complete mess.

“Oops, not here.” Giggling she looks your way and runs off again, while you shake your head.

As she continues her search you start taking selfies, putting your arm up just high enough to get Toto in the frame from behind the couch. You can’t stop laughing at how idiotic he looks, curled up into a ball like that, and he frantically waves his hand for you to stop, while you snap some pictures.

“Baby, honey, come here! Take a picture with mommy!”

The sound of her cute little steps come towards the living room again, and she peeks her head though the doorframe.

“Come here baby, you look soo pretty in the outfit that daddy got you!”

She strikes a pose with one arm up and waggles over to the sofa to jump on it beside you. With her arms wrapped around you, you take some pictures and her giggles intensify with every kiss you place on her head.

“You want to see them?” you ask her while opening your camera roll. “Look at how beautiful you are Nina!”

With a high-pitched shriek she points at the photo. In the backdrop of the photo of you kissing Nina’s head, Toto was visible behind the couch with his hands in the shape of a heart. 

“DADDY!!”

With a jolt Nina jumps up to lean against the backrest and leans over clapping her hands. “I found daddyyy!!”

“Aaaaah you got me cupcake!” He jumps up and grabs Nina, swinging her in the air with bright smiles on their faces. 

The sight of the two most important people in your life being this happy, made you the happiest person in the world. They warmed your heart in ways you never though someone could.

Toto leans against the back of the couch with Nina in his arms, and falls back over the sofa, right beside you with Nina on his chest. Hanging half upside down with his legs in the air he clumsily tried to manoeuvre his way in a normal sitting position. But in the motion of doing so he wraps his legs around your waist, forcing you on top of him holding you in a deadlock.

“Aah the masterplan worked, now I got my two favourite girls!” He tickles Nina and hysterical laugher fills the room. “You can NEVER escape now.”

You loved seeing this side of Toto, so playful, full of energy and love.

“Tickle daddy back honey, hurry, hurry!”

Two against one. Nina tries to get out of Toto’s arms with Toto not giving much resistance, and she sits on his torso. 

“Like this honey!” You squeeze Toto’s side, knowing how he can’t stand it when someone tickles him, and Nina follows your lead. He starts squirming under your touch, and not in a pretty way. Laughter escapes his mouth, as Nina continues to tickle him, and she looks back at you to tell you that you should help.

Right at that moment he took his chances and jumped up deflecting his two tickle monsters, and towered over Nina with crossed arms. What started was an intense stare down, and you just watched them, retreating to the corner of the sofa.

“Payback time!” he said in the most Terminator voice ever. And out of nowhere Toto rolled Nina over and tickled her in playful revenge, taking her completely by surprise.

“Noooo daddyyy hahaha!!” 

She couldn’t contain her laughter and flapped her hands around. High screeches came from her voice and Toto closed one eye while tilting his head, trying not to get deaf in the process. 

Toto stops for a moment to let her calm down, and the moment she finally caught her breath he blew raspberries on her tummy, making the intense laughing start all over again. 

“Mommy, save me! hahahah” 

She reaches her hand out to you, but you raise your arms as a sign that there was nothing you could do. Meanwhile Toto lifts up her shirt and continues blowing raspberries. The scruff on his face tickling her so much, Nina nearly rolls off the sofa from laughter. 

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A while later, you are preparing dinner, with the background noise of laughter and shrieks coming from both Toto and Nina, as they continued playing in the other room.

Out of breath Toto walks in the kitchen with his arms open to hug you, but secretly using your embrace to get some rest and he leans his head on your shoulder.

“Babe, she doesn’t need sugar anymore,” you say with a laugh. “She gets enough energy from being around you.” 

“Ahh, I’m just an amazing dad.. that’s all,” he smirks, as you cup his face to give him a kiss. You run your hand through his hair, and start kissing his stubbled jawline, and down his neck. 

Lightly you run your nails against his cheeks, his scruff making it sound just like velcro. “She likes it.”

“Honestly, I’m so tempted not to shave it just to make her giggle like that again.” 

With big eyes you look his way. You had begged him a million times before not to shave it, and he finally gave in. 

“Yes! Toto, you shouldn’t shave it!” 

The corner of his mouth arch up slightly, trying to cover up his defeat. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and stand on you tippy-toes to whisper in his ear. 

“Babe, you look so fucking hot.” And you trace kisses along his stubble. “You know it feels great in other places too.”

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aaaaAAAAAAAAA AAAAAH AAAAH OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OKAY I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY BUT YPUVE ALREADY GOT THE MAIN IDEA SO IM GOING GO TELL YOU EXTRA THINGS

like holy shit, yeah I got so deep into good omens, my instagram has like a whole section of good omens fan art and I’ve posted a bunch of fics and I OWN SO MANY NEIL BOOKS AND THE GOOD OMENS AMAZON COPY AND GOOD OMENS PLAYLISTS AND AGHHHH

the demon in the show is called Crowley and he’s canonically genderfluid and uses she/her pronouns sometimes, as well as dressing in women’s clothes and having the coolest hairstyles ever. you will fucking love seeing all the cosplays of her. he’s supposed to be evil because That’s What Demons Do but he’s… kind of really bad at it? he’s pathetic and goth and sarcastic and it’s amazing.

its ASTOUNDINGLY queer and homophobia just? doesn’t exist? which is amazing.

Crowley has a sentient car that is basically a pet dog and blares Queen music 24/7 forever.

its Christian, but in a “let’s make fun of religion” way and also the author put in a lot of Jewish ideology which is great.

an Angel Of The Lord says fuck.

Crowley has an outfit where he literally looks like a Beatle.

THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP.

REPRESSED GAY LOVE THROUGH THE AGES.

you will cry. sorry. but you’ll enjoy it.

the second season has the cutest little non binary bean you ever did see.

LESBIAN COFFEE SHOP ROMANCE.

the Angel Of The Lord is a petty bitch and we love him for it.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WATCH IT IM BEGGING ON MY KNEES

Okay Good Omens moots, info dump to me. I wanna know all about it. I may get into it and wanna know what I'm getting into. I know nothing so.

[kookznoona]

Blessing Or A Curse || Part 1 || Jeon Jungkook SMUT

Pairing: Sub! Jungkook x Dom! Reader

Rating: 18+, Smut, Swearing

Warnings: SMUT, Mature Language and Mature Content

Genre: Gender swap!AU, Witch existence! AU, Boyfriend!Jungkook, Sub! Jungkook, Dom!Reader, Shy! Jungkook

Description: A lil' Brat taming, Edging and Squirting, Y/N has a Mommy Kink, Jungkook has a Degradation Kink + Dumbification Kink

Word Count: 1.5 K

Summary: A Trulon girl always spells trouble

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"I'm home~" Jungkook Chirps

"You're home early today, How was your day at work?"

I ask him while helping him take off his coat and placing his broom in the rack

"It went okay, I caught a few Sirens again, being a Trulon is always about protecting others, Some Sirens are Harmless but the majority of them are witches, casting spells unto the innocents, but today was quite weird actually" he says

"What happened bun?" I ask

He holds my hand and says, "I need to tell you something Y/N"

"Go on sweetie" I say

"A girl had confessed her feelings for me and asked me out on a date almost two years ago, I still remember, she used this cheesy pickup line, 'are you a magician 'cause when you're around everything else disappears' I didn't even know who she was, but I knew that she was a siren descendant because of her scent" he says chuckling

"Can't Believe she said that like Jeez, what was she? A nine year old?" I laugh

"So, I obviously rejected her because I already fell in love with a Trulon girl already, that's You, Y/N and also because Sirens always spell trouble" he says

"Okay… and…" I ask

He sighs and says, "I ran into the same girl today, her eyes Turned green, she whispered something in my ears and I fainted at my desk, I woke up an hour later and left immediately" he says

"Yikes, baby, she isn't a girl, she's a witch" I say

"I realised that later, I'm so scared, what if I lose my memory and I don't return back home from work tomorrow because her?" He says worriedly

"Baby, you don't have to go to work tomorrow, we'll sort it out till then, I've gotta take you over to the sorcerers to get it undone, who knows what spell she casted on you, let's go meet Namjoon" I say

"Mommy I'm really tiwed, cwan I twake a shower, and twhen we'll go and visit the wizward?" he baby talks, flashing his puppy dog eyes

"How could I ever say a 'no' to you, my precious babyboy" I say, pecking his forehead

Jungkook enters the shower and I begin to clean the room

"Aaaaah" he screams and startles me

"Kookie, are you alright? Is everything okay?" I rush towards the bathroom door

"No mommy, things are not okay" he sobs

"Baby, you're scaring me, please let me come in" I say knocking the door and turning the door knob

"No, you'll leave me and go" he cries

A part of me breaks inside while hearing him cry, not knowing what my next move should be, I sit pained against the door and hear him cry as the water pours in the bathroom

"Kookie, baby please, just unlock the door, I won't ever leave you no matter what, I promise" I say

He unlocks the door to reveal himself in a Maid Outfit

"Oh my God, are you okay baby? Why are you in this outfit?" I ask confused

"M-ommy I think it's the wit-witch's doings, I don't have a-" he cries

"You don't have a what?" I ask

"I don't have a cock anymore mommy, I've got a pussy" He says, looking at me completely lost and shy

"Gosh, can Mommy see you?" I ask, pointing at his crotch.

He doesn't utter a word, pulls off his pants and lies on the bed, spreading his legs apart.

"Baby, you've got such a beautiful pussy" I say

I see his face flush pink as he tries to hide himself

"Mommy, I feel all wet down there, it's weird" he says

"Gosh, what got you so aroused, little one?"

He hides his face in his hands and I spank him

"Mhhm" he lets out a whimper

"Answer me when I ask you a question you bad boy"

"Mommy, I was missing you, so I opened my gallery to see your pictures- it was the na-ughty pictures we took together, and then- I found your silk panties Mommy and I-" he says and covers his mouth

"Okay, you found my silk panties, and?"

"I'm not telling you more Mommy" he hides his face and looks away. I grab him by his jaw and force him to look directly in my eyes

"What about my silk panties?" I ask

"I wr-rap it around me to get myself off, but I realised I didn't have a cock anymore" he feels his face burn in embarrassment and looks down

"Well, at least now I know who stole my favorite panties" I roll my eyes at him making him feel even smaller than he already was

"M-mommy please help me" he says

"Help you? You touched yourself without permission numerous amount of times brat, Help Yourself" I scoff

"Mommy please, I miss my cock, I feel so needy and I have no idea what to do with this pussy, it hurts so bad and I wanna cum so bad" he says

"Aww baby, Mommy is gonna make you feel so good" I say

I slowly begin placing kisses on his inner thigh

"Mommy, please" he says

"Please what?"

"Please don't tease me"

I spread his glistening folds apart, mesmerized by His Beauty. His lip quivering and worn out with all the nibbling, his hair damp with sweat against his forehead and his skin flushed red.

I kiss his swollen clit making him moan

"Baby, keep your eyes open and look at me" I say

I rub circles on his clit. He starts to shudder under my touch.

"Mhmmm feels s'good" he moans

"Want Mommy to fill you up Lil' one?" I ask and he furiously nods

I easily enter two of my fingers in his wet pussy

"Ahh, just like that Mommy, play with my clit"

I remove my fingers from his hole and sharply spank his clit making his back arch

"Ahh"

"Now baby, whose pussy is this?" I prod a finger at his entrance

"Yo-urs Mommy" he says

"So whose clit do I touch?" I say raising my eyebrow

"Your clit M-ommy" he says shyly

"That's better" I say and slip my finger out of his hole and go towards my dresser

"I'm sorry Mommy, please don't leave me hanging" he pleads

"Sit" I sternly say, grabbing a vibrator and kneeling on the bed

I swiftly wave it in front of him, his eyes glittering at the toy

"Mommy~" he whines

"Yes babyboy" I say playing with his hair

"Mommy please touch me, I wanna cum so bad"

I place the buzzing toy on his clit

"Oh My God Mommyyy" he starts to grind his hips against the vibrator

"How does it feel, babyboy?" I ask

"Mm-ommy Gonna cum"

And I pull my hands off him and deny him of an orgasm

"No no no Mommy" he cries in frustration, his thighs shaking and cunt clenching around nothing

"Momm-my w-hy d-id you do th-that, I just wan-na Cum- please" he sobs, his breathing faltering and words getting broken up

I feel amused by his behaviour, there's been only a handful amount of times he's cried during sex, It makes him look even more vulnerable; It's Addicting, He sure is Needy as Hell

"Shh babyboy, breathe, I'm gonna make you cum so good baby, I'm gonna make it up to you"

"You better" he sniffs

I place two of my fingers and begin pumping his pussy slowly, and place my tongue on his clit, swirling on his bud

"Ahhh, feels amazing Mommy, please don't stop" he says grinding against my face

With that, I begin pumping faster and suck his clit harshly and his moans start getting erratic and he cums on my face.

"That felt amazing, Thank you so much, I Love You Mommy" he says and pecks my cheek

"I Love You Too My Baby, Let's get you cleaned up and I'll call up Namjoon and Ask him how to fix all of this"

*******

"Hi Joonie" I say

"Hey Y/N, How's Everything?" He asks

"Something's going on and I need you help" I say

"What happened?" He asks concerned

"A witch cursed Jungkook" I say

"Oh no, is he alright?" He asks worriedly

"He is fine, kinda, fine-ish" I say

"Y/N just tell me what's wrong" He says

"He told me he passed out after it happened" I say

"Any change? Like behavioral or physical?" He asks

"Yikes, how do I say this?" I say, scratching my head

"Gosh Y/N, when did you become so shy?" he asks

"Jungkook's got a vagina now" I blurt out

"Ah okay, I have an antidote for that, I'll send it over with Jimin today, he'll do the spells and chants, don't worry, Jungkook will be fine" he says

"Wait what? Is it that simple?" I ask perplexed

"Yep, it's the basics of sorcery, he'll be alright" he says

"Thank you Namjoon" I say

"Um- Y/N, There's a catch though" he says

"What?" I ask

"If he has sex under the spell, his soul gets tied to the partner" he says

"What do you mean?" I ask confused

"Whoever he has sex with under the witch's spell, they become his soulmate, also, his sex drive will heighten, just wanted to let you know so you can warn him, so he doesn't do any um- experiments" he says

"Joon, I feel so happy right now" I say

"Why?" He asks

"Him and I are soulmates now" I announce

"Jesus Y/N, what the fuck?"

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Olympia Soiree First Impressions

- I’ve played for about an hour an a half and so far only met 3 of the 6 love interests! This story is slow moving xD

- It also has not offered me any choices so far which feels a little unusual

- I am enjoying the story so far though. The world is very interesting and deeply messed up and so far that has been the focus more than the heroine’s quest for a husband. In fact the deeply messed up world is the heroine’s main reason for needing a husband

- And as for that heroine, BYAKUYA MY BELOVED! She’s innocent and honest with coming off as being too naive to function (Cyrus Tistella I am looking at you.) but also really feels integrated into her world as a living breathing character with a story to tell, and not just some prop for the ikemen to fawn over. In fact, one of her establishing character moments is explicitly establishing that she is not a doll, and she will not be treated as one. I love her.

- She also gives me some Cardia vibes in the best way between the doll-like treatment and circumstances preventing her from being able to socialize (though she may have it sliiiiiiiiiightly better than Cardia in the sense of not being a death sentence to those around her if she’s not careful... or at least I think? She’s had some Moments....)

- I also really like her relationships with the non-love interests so far. Douma in particular is an abusive dick, and may or may not be up to Shady Things, but his relationship with Byakuya is fascinating to me. I hate him but I am also very intrigued by him. The other two leaders also seem very dubious, but I’d like to believe Jigen is okay at least. I don’t trust him at all, but maybe? hopefully?

- As for the three love interests I’ve met so far, I can’t say I have any strong impressions yet ^^” None of them have really captured my heart the way (say) Van Helsing or Okazaki did. (and the route I am most interested in is apparently more lore than love... but honestly I’m probably fine with that) Honestly I’m way more attached to Byakuya than any of the dudes xD

- THE ART IS SO BEAUTIFUL! I love all of Byakuya’s outfits and her sprites look gorgeous. Aaaaah is there an artbook? I really just want full body art of Byakuya in all her of her outfits T_T