#hes showing shadow memes on his phone

[sillyshadow]

just a couple gay hedgehogs on the subway

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[comatosebunny09]

untitled | sylus

warning(s): female anatomy described, reader has hair, grinding, teasing, blue balls of the female kind, reader has a potty mouth, bit of praise, voice kink, mentions of choking, pet names now playing: how does it feel - d’angelo | these arms - luke james

He doesn’t mean to. But it’s hard not to notice when you’re perusing through your socials with the volume at max capacity—TikTok, was it?

You browse through various memes, music, and cat videos, occasionally stopping to show Sylus something silly.

Your head is cradled in his lap in his study atop his settee. He reads a book, idly petting your hair. Rainfall patterns the rooftop of his mansion. Your shadows dance off the walls as the flames of his fireplace flicker and crackle.

The perfect setup for two lovers wishing to escape the world’s scrutiny.

One video in particular seems to capture your interest. Piques Sylus’, too, causing him to glance over his book.

You’re eerily quiet as a male podcaster prattles on with one of his female guests. Something about submission, survival mode, strong, independent women. Typical modern-day topics.

Sylus peers down at you with a quirked brow when you shift, his lips canting into a smirk. Notices how you stiffen when the discussion slides into praise. And he doesn’t miss how a quiet smile rounds your lips as the podcaster drops his tone a few octaves. His guest, too, is taken by its silken glide as he showers her with compliments.

The video concludes, and you press your phone to your bosom, ingesting what you just watched. Bite back a giddy little squeal, blood rushing to your face. You opt for a dreamy exhale to assuage your nerves, and if Sylus weren’t curious before, he is undoubtedly invested now.

“What was that about?” Sylus asks, his humored voice steeping into dangerous territory. He knows what his timbre does to you. Catches sight of your thighs clenching and hears your pulse quickening the slightest bit in your neck.

“Nothin’ important,” you lie with a dismissive waggle of your hand, going back to nauseatingly scrolling through videos.

“Kitten,” he croons, setting the book down beside him. You lower your phone back to your chest. He angles himself over you until he’s all you see, scarlet eyes smoldering and narrowing with mirth. “What have I told you about lying?”

You scoff, feigning innocence. “I’m not lyin’. Legit was just watchin’ somethin’ stupid. That’s all.”

He hums thoughtfully. Low and throaty, the vibrations of his voice playing down your spine like a xylophone. “So, it isn’t an issue if I talk to you like this, then?”

His voice tempers, a croaky, barely audible noise that sets your body alight with tingles, and he playfully taps your nose with pursed lips and lowered lids. The world ebbs and flows as you’re hyper-focused on your boyfriend.

“Not at all,” you husk around a dry swallow, absently angling yourself into his touch.

Your lips part with the effort to breathe. He drags a dexterous finger down the pucker of them, paying considerable attention to the plush bed of your bottom lip. It tickles—the way he gently outlines it—before his index eases toward the lump in your throat.

You swallow thickly, a sensation akin to pill bugs skittering across your skin coursing throughout as his digits teasingly wind around your neck, thumb tugging at your lip. Your mouth grows dry, and though he doesn’t squeeze, the prospect of him choking you has you squeezing your thighs together to ward off the pleasant pulsing between them.

You didn’t think it possible, but the potency of his smirk grows tenfold. And a laugh roils in his chest, smoky like the fire dancing on the hearthstone.

You find yourself slowly falling below the murky depths of his spell, sucking in a sticky breath when he smooths the backs of his fingers between your collarbones, over your sternum. All the while, he hasn’t released you from his gaze, thoroughly transfixed by the expressions and cute noises you make whilst he teases you.

“Good girls don’t lie, kitten,” he softly admonishes. The color of his tone makes your nipples knot beneath your shirt. You burn hot, your phone thumping on the floor.

“Not lyin’,” you insist on an exhale, gripping the lush cushions of the settee.

You most certainly do not shiver when his hand, wide and coaxing, eases past your navel to knead the inner flesh of one thigh. And he wordlessly encourages your legs to hinge open, the meat of your thigh dimpling between his fingers whilst he massages it.

“If you say so, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t miss how you arch your back and wind your hips, chasing the heat of his hand. Trying to lure it into more desirable places, the heated smell of your sex pervading his senses.

He’s intentional when he withdraws his hand, fingers grazing the space where clothed outer labia meets thigh. And you tremble, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth against a moan.

Sylus takes up his book again, seemingly ignoring your plight. You whine petulantly, your brows drawn downward on the outer corners. You abruptly sit up, snatching the book from him and tossing it over your shoulder. Flooding Sylus’ visage with your pout. And he snickers with an amorous edge to his voice, grabbing hold of your wrists as you perch your hands on his quads.

“What,” he rasps, smoothing your baby hairs from your forehead. Searches through the smolder of your gaze as you pitch yourself forward until your breaths intermingle, and the heady scent he carries overhauls your senses.

“You know what the fuck you’re doin’.”

Sylus shrugs naively, canting his head to the side. He then gathers your jaw into his palm, eyes glazing over you with such reverence. He studies your mouth before brushing your lips with his, teasing the possibility of a kiss.

“I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart.”

By now, you’ve straddled his lap, your arms draped over virile shoulders. And he doesn’t contest you, instead cupping the globes of your ass to tug you closer until your breasts push against the sculpted planes of his chest.

“Don’t be a shithead, Sylus,” you murmur, surprised by the huskiness of your voice. You nuzzle his nose with yours, shying away when he dips in for a kiss. “You know exactly what I want.”

He smiles something sinful at your cheekiness. Firmly grips your ass, coaxing you to grind against his girth, steadily pulsing beneath his slacks. You bite your lip, eyes rolling back, breathing hot and ragged.

“Enlighten me, kitten,” Sylus’ voice purls into your ear. He sucks your lobe into his mouth, releasing it only after nibbling it with his teeth.

“Sylus,” you sigh, caught up in the haze of his voice. In the heavy grind of your pelvises together. In how your swelling clit delightfully acquaints itself with the rough stitch of your jeans each time he drags your pussy over his dick.

You burrow your face into the hollow of his shoulder, letting him guide you over his lap, blood enlivening your face. He feels so fucking good, and you might just cum from the pressure alone.

“Use your words, sweetheart.” He noses the cartilage of your ear, groaning low and hoarse when your pussy grazes his swollen cockhead. “Tell me what you want.”

Gods, he’s going to make you say it. But you’ve long since passed the threshold of sobriety, too drunk off the mood and the way his fingers dig into your flesh to keep you notched up against him.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, all sticky and wanton. He ups the tempo, and you cling to the collar of his shirt. Take to suckling on his carotid, eliciting a pretty, bitten-off sound from his lungs, and a sparkling sensation brews between your legs.

“Talk to me, baby,” he coddles, setting a pace that’s maddeningly slow and rough and fucking hell.

“Fuck, Sylus, just…” You swallow your resolve, your eyes glossing with a film of tears. “Fucking fuck me already, you asshole.” You hate to beg. But he likes to play these games with you, driving you to the brink of insanity until you’re docile and pliant.

He huffs out a laugh. And to your dismay, Sylus tempers the pace, slowing the roll of your hips to a crawl. You release a frustrated whine, peeling back to ingest him with wild, incredulous eyes.

“Is that how we ask for things, sweetheart?” He quirks a brow, panning in to nip your bottom lip. He reels back when you try to bite him.

“Oh, fuck you!”

“Well, I would like to,” he hums, dragging sweltering lips down the angle of your jaw, the column of your throat. “But someone’s being incredibly difficult.”

You roll your eyes, puffing out your cheeks. Your haughtiness is short-lived when he bucks against you in warning, drawing the sluttiest little sound from betwixt your lips. And your pussy pulses, spurring you deeper into insanity.

“Please, Sy?”

He exhales, all hot and open-mouthed against the crook of your shoulder before licking it. Kissing it. Sucking on it. “Hmm? Please, what?”

“Please fuck me,” you relent, halfway between a sob and a laugh.

Sylus groans his approval. Sucks on your neck, the lewd noises filling the quieted space of his study. “That’s my girl,” he lauds, angling himself to tempt you into a soul-siphoning kiss.

He doesn’t break the seal of your mouths as he suddenly stands, your legs tightly wound about his waist.

You giggle between the sticky grind of your lips as he effortlessly walks you from his study—one hand cupping your ass—towards his bedroom, where he intends to show you just how good of a girl you truly are.

[emo-gremlin]

SFW Mr. Puzzles x Reader!

PDA IS A MUST. He's always holding your hand, hugging you, tapping his screen against your forehead, arm around your waist (only after you've made it clear that he can do so)

Was never in a real relationship (platonic or romantic) until you. He definitely pulls stuff he saw in romcoms when you first got together. You admired his gestures, but you did eventually sit him down and explain not every romantic relationship is like the stuff on TV.

After you guys have that conversation, he tones it down a little, but he's still quoting the cheesiest lines and he will not be stopped

Tries to spend as much time with you as he can.

Have a dream of stardom? He's doing everything he can to help you get there. Prefer to stay in the shadows? He's fine with that too.

An absolute doting sweetheart.

Very nervous about touching you at the start, he knew enough from TV that consent is key in a relationship, and didn't want you uncomfortable. So once you clarified PDA to him, he never breaches those boundaries unless you say it's OK.

He still has his temper, but has not, and WILL NOT use his power OR raise a hand against you. He told you at the beginning if he ever does that to kill him, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did that. He usually holds himself up in his office. You can tell he's upset if his voice glitches and he reeks of cigarette smoke.

It takes a while before he opens up to you about his childhood, and what drove him to the 'Transformation' as he calls it. It's an extreme sign of trust that he tells you about it. He tries to remain a puzzle to his audience, you are the first to get the tools to solve it.

Watching anything with him has stages.

1st time watching something: Remains quiet unless you don't understand a plot point, or need help identifying an actor.

2nd time: Fun facts about production, the tricks they used to get certain shots, gets more in depth with the Lore and explains symbols if there is any.

3rd time: Starts pointing out errors, plot holes, starts talking about how HE would have done it if he had been on the crew.

He usually stays in these guidelines unless the movie is GODAWFUL or is TRYING to be so bad it's good.

Loves having your input on his scripts, costumes (you may end up being a living mannequin for him at times if he's having trouble), set design, etc.

Will list you in the credits, but if you prefer a nickname to be used, he will use that instead.

CUDDLEBUG. My boy didn't get much physical affection as a child, and it shows. He's also a big spoon.

Absolutely adores everything about you, and it shows when he talks about you. Smiling wide, very energetic, so in love with you that you wouldn't be able to keep it a secret.

Loves being able to just slow down and enjoy being with you. Even if he's working on a script at his desk, he loves hearing a soft giggle while you look at memes on your phone on the couch.

Wanna watch something but afraid that there's content in it that might trigger something? No problem! He has no issue listing off what it includes for you. (If you still have interest in the plot, but wouldn't be able to see the media, he'll spoil the plot so it saves you the trouble.)

Always up before you, and definitely a malewife when he isn't working. He tries his best to be there when you wake up before he goes to work. If he can't, he leaves a note and fresh made coffee/tea in the pot.

You have to pull him away from watching the negative reviews, otherwise he WILL obsess over them and work himself to death trying to make them happy.

He's ready to commit various warcrimes if anyone so much as looks at you funny if you asked him to. You're the first person to actually stand by him and he's not letting anyone hurt you.

Definitely will set up private dates on his more romantic sets for the two of you. He turns all the cameras away from the set, as a way to show that this is all for you and you alone.

Will bring you with him if he's filming something in an exotic place. He makes sure you two get enough time together to see the sights.

Has invited at least one of your favorite actors/directors/writers to a birthday party. If you ask him not to, he will be a little disappointed, but respects it. (As long as he can AT LEAST get you their autograph)

Gets invited to an award show? You are going with him, but will try to convince the cameras not to point in your direction if you feel uncomfortable. He wants to share his success with you.

While he can't get props from your favorite movies, if you show interest in a particular prop from his sets, the second filming is done, it's yours. Same with costumes.

I love him your honor

[trixy812]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ You have all my support ɞ˚‧｡⋆ pt 2

{Nanami Kento x reader}

ִֶָ࣪☾. Content: kento nanami x reader, just fluff, comfort, friends to lovers, nightmare, digimon mentioned!, i really think nanami looks at memes like parents look at memes xdxd (don't forget we are in year 2007ish)

ִֶָ࣪☾. Summary: It was inevitable. Kento Nanami and you became friends.

ִֶָ࣪☾. AN: Hello! I bring you guys part two, I took longer than I expected. Yesterday, I had a very calm nightshift and decided to finally write this second part, i really liked how it turn out. I really want to encourage you all to leave comments because that would help me a lot now that I'm just starting to write! extra: i really want to thank my twiniieee @totallygyomeiswife because she helped to organize my thought and how i want this fic to keep going.

Edit: I noticed some inconsistencies so, I corrected few words & numbers! Thank you again for reading 📚 I am excited to keep writing this 🥰

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4

Omakes Reader meets Gojo First time

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It’s been several months since Haibara’s death, and while Nanami remains the serious, reserved man everyone knows, something has subtly changed in him. In these past months, he’s allowed himself to trust you, finding quiet comfort in your friendship. You've always been there for him, offering support without demands or expectations. Yet Haibara’s memory still casts a long shadow, and sometimes his dreams dredge up painful scenes, reminding him of everything he's lost.

One night, after an especially vivid nightmare where he relives those haunting images of Haibara, Nanami wakes up, gasping for air. Without thinking, he picks up his phone and sends you a message:

Are you awake?

Your response comes almost immediately.

Of course! I’m always awake. You couldn’t sleep again, could you?

Despite the lingering weight of his nightmare, Nanami can’t help but smile slightly.

Do you ever actually sleep?

It’s my superpower! you reply, adding a sunglasses emoji.

Just as he’s about to put his phone down, he sees a notification from you—an image attachment. Curious, he opens it to see a meme of a concerned-looking dog, accompanied by the huge caption: “Your life is as worrisome as my face!” Nanami frowns, confused by the image.

Whose dog is that? he asks.

That doesn’t matter! Just laugh! It’s funny, right?

It seems we have different definitions of funny, he replies, teasing you. But he’s unable to stop himself from smiling, finding a strange comfort in your lightheartedness, and grateful for the brief escape from his thoughts.

Later that day, the two of you meet up at an arcade. You've set your sights on a claw machine with a Palmon plush, and after several failed attempts, you’re determined to get it. The lights and sounds around you barely register; all your attention is on the machine and on winning that Palmon.

Nanami watches from behind, arms crossed, his expression showing his skepticism. “Are you seriously going to keep going? You’ve already spent 3,000 yen. This is ridiculous.”

Without looking away from the machine, you throw him a quick glance. “Yes! I need it. Palmon is beautiful, and I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t win it.”

Nanami raises an eyebrow, doubtful. “Is it really that important?”

“Obviously!” You pout, looking at him with that mix of determination and stubbornness he’s come to recognize. That blend of energy and defiance stirs something in him, and he blurts out a suggestion he hadn’t even thought through

“Come study with me at Jujutsu High.”

The proposal surprises both of you, and you stop playing for a moment, though you keep your hand firmly on the joystick to hold your spot. Smiling, you look at him with a mix of affection and amusement.

“That’s not going to happen. I’ll never be a sorcerer. Not even you could change my mind, Nanami.”

A faint blush rises to your cheeks as you say his name, wondering if you’ve let slip too much. You seem about to say something more, but he interrupts, his voice soft and sorrowful.

“I’m alone now. I was left alone”

His words strike you, and though you want to tell him how much he means to you, how you've had a crush on him for months now but you know it’s not the right moment. He’s still too vulnerable, and you wouldn’t want to take advantage of that. Instead, you try to lighten the mood.

“My dad always used to say, ‘You go to school to study, not to make friends,’” you say, imitating your father’s voice and holding a finger under your nose as if you had a mustache. Nanami watches, but the sadness doesn’t leave his gaze.

Finally, you look him in the eyes, speaking with quiet sincerity. “You have all my support, Nanami. You know that, right?”

Nanami meets your eyes, and for a moment, his expression softens, the sadness easing a little. “Thank you,” he murmurs, and you notice a hint of peace behind his smile.

“After school, you probably have homework, just like me,” you suggest, taking a breath. “How about you come to my house every day after classes, and we do it together? Studying will be easier if we have each other’s company.”

Nanami looks at you, a bit taken aback by the suggestion, but he finds himself surprisingly comforted by the idea. Even though he knows your schoolwork might be very different from his own, the thought reassures him.

“And what about your hospital volunteering? Don’t you have to go?” he asks, concern creeping into his voice.

You wave his concern off. “I’ll do it on weekends. There are fewer people, and I can hide what I’m doing more easily. Don’t worry.” You think to yourself that you will have to do an extra year of volunteering because you are going to reduce your hours a week, but it doesn't bother you at all.

Nanami nods, and without another word, he steps toward the claw machine, nudging you aside gently. Reaching into his pocket, he inserts 100 yen. And as the good sorcerer he is, it looks like magic, the claw captures the Palmon on the first try.

As soon as you see the plush descending, you let out a shout of pure joy, bouncing with excitement. Nanami pulls it from the machine and hands it to you.

“Thank you so much, Kento!” you exclaim, hugging the plush tightly, and realizing, as your face flushes, that you’ve called him by his first name.

Nanami blinks, surprised, but then he smiles, seeing you so happy. For a moment, he catches a glimpse of Haibara in your lively expression, just like that day when you met, and the thought fills him with an unexpected peace.

“So, what time should I be coming to your house to keep up with your ‘plan’?” he asks, his tone faintly teasing.

Unable to help it, your smile grew even wider, thrilled to have the Palmon in your hands, happy that Nanami won it for you, ecstatic because you know you'll see him more often, just as you've dreamed awake before going to sleep, you respond, “Let’s meet at Akihabara station after school, and then we can go together. Does that sound good?”

Nanami nods, satisfied with the plan. “Perfect.” With a slight blush, he murmurs almost to himself, but just loud enough for you to hear, “Keep calling me Kento.”

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4

Omakes

Reader meets Gojo

First time

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[totallyjustabunchofhocuspocus]

Fic: Something to Sink Your Teeth Into 8/?

Pairing: Buck/Tommy

Vampire/Witch!AU

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Evan went tense under his hand and he forced himself to let go, to hold still when the witch took several steps back from him. “I, uh, I don’t know, know who that is,” he said, clearly struggling to keep his voice steady. He went to curl his arms around his middle but seemed to think the better of it, instead clenching his fists by his side. Tommy could hear his pulse rabbiting against his chest, the sour tang of fear still prevalent in his scent.

“Athena Grant,” Tommy said patiently—or as patiently as he could. “She’s a cop, and the coven master of one of the most prominent witch covens in LA. Most of them are first responders out of a firehouse, the 118. Really, none of that rings any bells? They’re practically the LA welcome wagon for witches.”

At that, Evan’s face did something…complicated. His expression contorted into something that was pain, longing, and regret all rolled into one. His blue eyes dimmed, his shoulders slumping as he seemed to shrink right before Tommy’s eyes. “I’m—I’m banished, Kinard,” Evan said softly. “I keep to myself.”

There was a wealth of emotion in the words, but Tommy didn’t know the witch well enough to parse it out. It didn’t take a genius, though, to realize he’d just stepped on a very loaded topic. He didn’t press. Instead, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked the screen, opening the text chain he had going with Howie. They didn’t speak often or anything, but there was the occasional check-in…and Howie sometimes spammed him with vampire-related memes when he had Halloween off and got drunk enough.

Hey, it’s Tommy. I need you to not ask questions, but you still have a guy named Jonah Greenway in your coven, right? he texted quickly.

Evan was watching him with wide eyes, his heartbeat still pounding like a drum to Tommy’s heightened senses, the sourness of fear and anxiety becoming sharper and sharper in his scent. Tommy was vaguely surprised to realize he didn’t like it—didn’t like the smell of fear on the witch, or the shadow of it swirling in those beautiful eyes. He made an effort to relax his own posture, trying not to let any of his own alarm show on his face (he didn’t want to jump to conclusions, not until he knew for sure Evan was talking about the same guy, but a witch sending another witch into Gerrard’s clutches…that was bad) as he waited for Howie to respond.

“All right, look…I meant what I said. I’m going to let you go, okay Evan? I’m not going to hurt you. No one’s going to hurt you. But if the person who sent you to that party is who I think it is, there are people who need to know.”

Evan swallowed, his throat working convulsively, but gave a hesitant nod. The fear in his eyes did not abate, but there was really nothing Tommy could do about it right now. Evan had apparently spent whatever energy he’d managed to regain on the haphazard spell he’d thrown at Tommy upstairs—he hadn’t been able to even summon a weak burst of magic against Tommy just now. To be completely defenseless in a vampire’s home must be even more terrifying for him.

His phone chimed, and he looked down to find Howie had responded…and immediately sighed.

Uh, absolutely asking questions before I tell you anything about my coven. Why do you need to know about Jonah?

So he is in your coven. I need a picture.

What? I didn’t say he was in the coven! Also NO you can’t have a picture of people in my coven!

What? I didn’t say he was in the coven! Also NO you can’t have a picture of people in my coven!

If he’d still been human, his eye would start twitching. Howie. I’m serious. Defcon 1, code red serious. I need a picture of him.

????!!

A second later, the phone started ringing. Tommy gritted his teeth, looking between the screen and Evan. He really didn’t want to have this conversation where Evan could hear, but the situation was too dire to delay. Reluctantly, he accepted the call.

“Kinard, what the hell?” Howie demanded as soon as the line connected. Apparently, it was his night to be yelled at over the phone.

“Howie, look, I just really need to confirm something, and if I’m right I’d really like to explain in person.”

“Dude, you cannot just call me up demanding pictures of my coven and not explain! Do you know much Athena already doesn’t like me talking to you?”

Evan was silent, barely even blinking as he watched Tommy’s face. Hell, he barely seemed to be breathing. Tommy raked a hand back through his hair. “Gerrard had one of his parties last night. He brought in humans.”

On the other end of the line, Chimney hissed softly. “Jesus. How many bodies?”

“Howie, listen to me. One of them was a witch.”

There was silence for a beat. Then, “WHAT?!” Something clattered loudly in the background of Howie’s call, followed by a sharp cry of surprise. It sounded like Howie’s friend Hen. “Kinard, you better be lying. Fuck, Tommy, tell me you’re joking!”

“I wish I was.”

“Gerrard—Vincent fucking Gerrard—got access to witch blood? Shit!” Howie’s voice faded slightly as he held the phone away from his face. “Bobby! Call Athena! Fuck, Tommy—did you get a name? Whose coven are they with? God, did he kill them?”

“Howie…Howie…Howie!” he repeated, growing in volume until he cut the witch off with a shout. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Evan flinch and tried to shoot him a reassuring look.

Evan did not look reassured.

“Howie,” he said again. “Gerrard didn’t get him. None of his coven drank witch blood, your coven master doesn’t have to try and mount a rescue.”

“What? How?”

And here was where things got tricky. “Because he’s here. With me,” he said, and prayed to every god he’d ever heard of (none of which he believed in anymore, but just in case) that Howie would just let it go.

“Willingly?” Howie asked, his voice full of suspicion, because of course the universe had never been all that kind to Tommy Kinard; why should it start now?

“Not…exactly?”

“Goddamn it, Tommy, you kidnapped a witch? The SoCal high coven’s already gunning for you! Are you insane?”

“And what was I supposed to do? Just let Gerrard have him? Howard. You know, you know my history with that asshole. Better than anyone else outside my own coven. So when I say anything I did is a fucking day at the spa compared to what Gerrard would have done, I know you know I’m being serious.”

He heard Evan take a sharp breath, but didn’t dare look at the witch, not wanting to see whatever expression was on his face. On the other end of the line, he heard Howie groan to himself. “All right. All right, we’ll have to deal with that later. You didn’t answer my question—who’s the witch? I’m guessing Alonzo doesn’t wanna touch this with a ten-foot pole. We can arrange for their coven to come pick them up at the station. I might be able to get Athena to run interference with them; hopefully stop them from lodging a complaint with the high coven…”

Okay, maybe this would be the tricky part. “He doesn’t have a coven, Howie. He’s banished.”

This time, the silence lasted long enough that Tommy was afraid the call had been dropped. Then he heard Howie let out a breath that seemed to come all the way from his toes. “You have a banished witch in your coven house, who you kidnapped—”

“I’d prefer the term rescued, honestly.”

“Is he free to leave?”

“Ummm…”

“Kidnapped from one of Vincent Gerrard’s bloodbaths, is that about right?”

“Is Greenway on duty with you right now?”

“Huh? No, Jonah’s off tonight, why?”

“Because the kid’s saying a witch named Jonah Greenway sent him to Gerrard’s party in the first place.”

This time, he heard Hen’s voice loud and clear as she gasped out loud, Howie clearly having put him on speaker or something. She hissed Howie’s name and then the line went dead. Less than thirty seconds later, a text popped up with an image attached. It appeared to be a picture taken at some kind of party or backyard barbecue. Howie’s coven was seated at a couple of long picnic tables, sun-drenched and laughing or smiling at whoever was taking the picture.

Tommy beckoned Evan over, holding up the screen so the witch could see. “You see the guy who sent you to the mansion in this picture?” he asked, keeping his voice as gently neutral as he could. Evan still approached him like a skittish animal, his eyes darting between Tommy’s face and the phone as if he expected one (or both) of them to bite him. Finally, though, he focused on the picture. It took him only a moment to point to a clean-cut, blond man sitting on the back end of the picnic table, a slightly fixed smile on his angular face.

Tommy had never actually met the man. Hen was the only other member of Howie’s coven that he’d had any sort of interaction with…but anyone who paid attention to coven politics in LA knew Athena Grant’s name. People like Tommy made it a point to know at least the names and faces of the inner circle of her coven. He nodded to himself and quickly used the editing feature on his phone to draw a somewhat wonky circle around Greenway’s face and send the picture back to Howie.

That’s the guy he says sent him to Gerrard’s party. He thought he worked for a temp agency? And Gerrard doesn’t use random humans to supply his parties…if Greenway was sending people to that estate, he knew exactly what was going to happen to them.

The reply took less than thirty seconds to come back.

The text was simply an address, one of the carefully curated neutral locations he’d met Howie at in the past. Bring him here. It’ll just be me and Athena, scout’s honor. I’m vouching for you.

Despite the increasingly dire situation, Tommy couldn’t prevent a small smile from twisting his lips. Understood, he texted back. Howie always had been good people, even if Tommy wouldn’t admit it to his face under torture.

He slid the phone back in his pocket and met Evan’s eyes. “All right. I need you to come meet a friend of mine and tell them what you told me. Athena Grant. She’s one of the major players in the witch covens in LA, but you can trust her. I know you’re not gonna want to get in a car with me, but I give you my word I will leave you with them. They’ll help you get out of the city.”

He expected Evan to be wary still, but he’d hoped the idea of going to meet other witches would have helped the kid trust that he was being truthful when he said he was letting Evan go. Instead, the witch hunched in on himself even further, that same strangely pained expression from earlier flitting across his face.

“So…so, so you were telling the truth?” he asked, his voice so leaden that it gave Tommy pause. “Jonah—Jonah sent me there on purpose?” He was staring at the space just over Tommy’s shoulder, something dark creeping into his eyes.

“Yeah kid,” Tommy said, as gently as he could. “I’ve got no reason to lie to you. Gerrard—the coven master there—we’ve got history. I know how he operates. Greenway knew exactly what kind of party that was.”

Evan nodded to himself, his expression going flat. Dead. His eyes looked dull, something like resignation filling them now. “He works with your friend? At, uh, at the fire station?”

“I think he’s a paramedic.”

“He never said,” Evan said quietly. “Like, I knew he was just volunteering at the temp agency. Said it was some deal with the city to make sure there was a witch on staff for people that came through. He didn’t…I thought…God, no, never mind. Stupid of me. Fucking stupid.”

“Hey, you didn’t have any reason to doubt him,” Tommy said, unsure of why he felt the need to speak up…but hating the expression on Evan’s face. The misery in every line of his body.

“Sure,” Evan said bitterly. He rubbed the back of his neck before biting his lip. “Look. If, if, if you’re serious, I’ll, uh, I’ll tell your friends—” Evan’s face twisted like he didn’t believe Tommy had a friend who was a witch…which, fair. “I’ll tell your friends whatever they want to know. Just—can we take my Jeep there? I’ll leave! As soon as I’m done talking to them, I’ll leave!” A note of desperation crept into his voice. “But I need my car.”

Tommy got the distinct impression there was more to just needing a mode of transportation, but he knew Evan wouldn’t give him any details. “All right. But seriously, Athena and Howie will help you—you don’t have to just hightail it out of the city.”

At that Evan laughed. It was just a short bark of sound, but it was rough and bitter in a way that just felt wrong coming from the young man. Evan shook his head, and for a moment, there was such raw pain in his face that Tommy had to hold himself back from reaching out to try and touch him. “They can’t help me.”

“I mean, I know picking up stakes and leaving town isn’t going to be easy, but it’s for your own safety. They can put you up for a few days while you figure out where you’re heading next, get some money together—”

“Kinard. They can’t help me. They’re not allowed.”

“Uh…what?”

Evan gestured to himself with a bitter, ghastly smile. “I’m banished. Even if they wanted to, they couldn’t do anything for me.”

“What? I thought banishment just meant you were kicked out of your coven and eventually lost your magic,” Tommy said, frowning in confusion. “Why can’t Athena and Howie help you get out of LA?”

Evan laughed again, and that raw, ugly sound didn’t belong in his mouth. He closed his eyes, shaking his head. “None shall know me, none shall aid me, none shall give me comfort or shelter. No coven can help me. It’s forbidden. Jonah…Jonah’s the only witch I’ve ever met who, who was willing…but I guess that was just a lie, huh?”

The words were familiar, and Tommy remembered the moment he’d seen when he drank from the witch—the high coven handing their sentence down on a seventeen-year-old boy who’d risked his own life to protect his sister. The words had the formal, oddly lyrical cadence of a spell or a ritual, and Tommy wondered if it was an actual curse of some kind, or merely an expected norm.

“That’s…deeply fucked up,” he said without thinking. The laugh that startled out of Evan sounded different—but no less disturbing. There was a slightly hysterical edge to it.

“What, are you going to tell me vampires are more into restorative justice for their criminals? Community service?”

“Okay, fair point,” Tommy conceded…although vampire ideals of “criminal” probably didn’t fit any definition Evan had in his head. “Fine. We can drive your Jeep to meet Howie and Athena, and then as soon as you’ve told them everything you know, as long as you get the hell out of LA, you’re free to go. You have my word.”

Evan stared at him silently for several heartbeats, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Evidently coming to the very correct conclusion that even if Tommy was lying to him, there was nothing he could currently do about it, he gave a jerky, hesitant nod.

Tommy did not want to examine just why the witch’s continued (and completely justified) mistrust of him bothered him so much. It was very low on a very long list of things he needed to figure the fuck out right the fuck now. At the moment, though, he needed to take Evan to meet Howie and his coven master…if Jonah Greenway really was in bed with Gerrard, then the political situation in LA had just gotten staggeringly more complicated.

At that moment, he heard the soft ding of the elevator chime out in the hallway. The elevator in the building that was completely empty except for himself and Evan. He stiffened, turning towards his front door, instinctively taking a few steps to the right so that he was between it and Evan.

It took him only seconds to identify footsteps making their way slowly down the hallway towards his door, their cadence and weight as familiar as his own.

Damn it. He should have left with Evan as soon as he decided to ignore his coven master’s orders and let the witch go.

And now it was too late.

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒

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Y/N Y/L/N: This man unsettles me. Why the hell do you smile at me like a proud kid looking at his mom for praise?

We filmed the most gut-wrenching, soul-wrecking traumatic scene for your character.

You just know what you will be doing to the fans. You know their pain, and enjoy it and they are gonna come after you for therapy bills. Hope you are rich.

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User5: Freddy is just a sneaky cat. That's it. That's my comment.

User7: I don't wanna know the scene... yet again I have a guess .

User9: There is water... And Kaz's trauma includes water... We are, guys, once again...

User6: doomed. As usual.

User4: It's usual at this point, like I can't go on with my day without at least one tiny bit of drama

User3: Once again, mother Y/N is right. We all hope you are rich ASF Freddy.

freddycarter1: I could make Y/N pay for them?? She is the reason you guys cry

Y/N Y/L/N: don't bring me into this, Freddy. It's your fault, you have to deal with it. Or... I can tell your wife that you are bullying me😎

freddycarter1: you wouldn't dare! My wife loves me!

Y/N Y/L/N: Maybe... Not as much as me tho😉

User12: the way Y/N doesn't just conquer the women cast members' hearts but the male cast's wives as well...

User5: Teach us where this rizz comes from Y/N!

User6: Just Y/N and Ben casually making us fall in love with them

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Y/N Y/L/N: More memes!

1. Freddy is my one true love, and more attentive and mature and cares more about me.( this is definetly not my amazing,handsome, attentive and bullied boyfriend whom I should pay more attention to.)

2. This is what I was talking about! Look at hım and tell me you wouldn't immediately accept whatever mindblowing War crime he wants to commit together?

3. The only surprise element here is that I paid for the tickets... Even if they were the ones who went to to cinema.

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User1: Ben is being a gremlin again by taking her phone... Again.

Y/N Y/L/N: See? Everyone else is very mad at you benbarnes 😒

User5: Y/N show some love to poor boi 😭

User9: Ben is struggling so much djsjsh

User8: he is like a puppy following her around dnjd Have you seen the BTS of shadow and bone? He is always looming behind her and looking over her shoulder to get a glimpse 🥹🤭

User4: We love men who respects and shows his love openly to their lover😎

User6: Istg they want me to put a toast in the tub and live there like that by how cute they are being... look at her giggles and wide smile through her Insta posts after they got together and say otherwise

User9: They really are the best for each other and they are so cute, so supportive of each other and you can also see the Ben's grin is wider and shinier too!

User14: Being the "sugar mommy" of them is Y/N's fate now...

freddycarter1: I didn't hear any complaints from her.

User2: She has all the tittles now, the only one missing is... The Milf 💫

User14: That could change at any moment and we wouldn't know...

User3: 😳

Y/N Y/L/N: First all, no one can be like me... Or else you would be in constant hunger because you two can't cook to save your lives.

benbarnes: my cooking isn't that bad... Right?

Y/N Y/L/N: Could have been worse.

User6: Y/N does he use that kicked puppy eyes on you too?

Y/N Y/L/N: Whenever he wants kisses... Which means all the time. But I have no complaints, I love kissing hım.

User6: So it works?

Y/N Y/L/N: It works wonders.

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Y/N Y/L/N: Not my fault that they are living moods

1: Me, when they show me the most shocking, spectacular,eye-burning, gut-wrenching,soul-wrecking, traumatic script ever

2. Also me, whenever I look at my boys. And yes, though I always say I hate them here, I love them all so much. I'd probably commit arson for them if they asked but... Yeah.

3. Yes, you saw it right. He took my phone again 😑Like,why do you have your's if you always use mine?

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freddycarter1: does that script include us??

Y/N Y/L/N: I don't know...😳🤐

jacktwolfe: I say we give her candy she loves so she can't resist and then take the script and run away when she isn't looking 😊

Y/N Y/L/N: Jack what the fuck? Get out of your Wylan head.

User5: I'M BEGGING IN THE NAME OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR, Y/N HAVE MERCY ON OUR SOULS😭

User8: indeed, we finally saw that she had a heart and It's full of love for the boys too... Just not as much as the women

freddycarter1: mind you, this is the best thing that had ever been told to me... I STILL prefer Ben tho

Y/N Y/L/N: All my hardwork was for nothing... But legit anyways, I'd choose my baby too

User5: does it ever bother how Freddy is just you in another font, Y/N?

Y/N Y/L/N: He can do all he wants... I'm the only one who sees Ben in... different light🤭

User6: HOLY SMOKES-

User9: Y/N just casually dropping hints on their private life is just... Golden djsndbdv

User1: Fr she and Freddy are fighting for Ben's hand jddjjd

User7: Considering the rest of the books and knowing all the scenes by heart now... And adding Y/N cinematography...

User1: we're doomed.

User6: Will go and make a confession to the local church now, for the person I'll become when that happens

Y/N Y/L/N: Calahan is keeping me in a headlock so that I would backdown from my heart-tearing plans... I HAVE YOUR PICTURES WITH A TIARA AND TUTUS, FREDDY AND CALAHAN! Don't make me share them

User5: Poor Y/N... Keep doing it Calahan, just a few more minutes, I live close to her. I can just grab that script and run away

freddycarter1: benbarnes please leash your chihuahua of a girlfriend before we spoil your plans

Y/N Y/L/N: what surprise? Ben is planning something behind my back?? benbarnes, what do you have to defend yourself? 🤨

benbarnes: I will kill you when I'm done running from my girlfriend, Carter...

Y/NandBen.fanpage: GUYS GUYS GUYS, I THINK IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING OMG-

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Y/N Y/L/N: GUESS WHO IS BECOMING A BARNES?🤭

Oh, and @ user3? You are a Seer, that's for sure. Thank you for calling dibs on our marriage, lovie!

And to everyone who always said we were cheaters: İt must SUCK to be with yall because you don't trust your lovers! 😎🫳🎤

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benbarnes: You are so beautiful, my ex-girlfriend...

Y/N Y/L/N: Stop saying that, idiot... And, oh... I am beautiful? 🥹🤭

User6: OMG CRYING, SHITTING TEARS WTF THIS IS SO CUTE DJDJSJS

User9: Y/N and Ben are both melting for each other and OMG I'm crying too 🥹

User5: for a fact, I just know that these two cried and still is crying tons while cuddling and reading our messages

Y/N Y/L/N: Do you have cameras in our house??

User7: SOMEONE MAKE SURE USER3 IS ALIVE BECAUSE GOD KNOWS I WOULDN'T BE IF BEN AND Y/N MENTIONED ME

User3: I'M INDEED NOT OKAY I'M ALIVE BUT BARELY BREATHING WTF I WASN'T EXPECTING THIS

User6: YOU ARE LIVING OUR DREAMS!! *shake shoulder harshly* HOW DOES IT FEEL LIKE TO BE THE IT GIRL?!

User8: Someone keep that fucking hater away from here or else there will be millions, including celebrities, who will throw hands!

User2: I think they will not be here because if mother Y/N dissed me like that, I would have found a hole and never get out.

User5: When I tell you I am at my granny's funeral and trying so hard to control my giggles... THE FIGHT IS REAL

User8: We have a holy knight here, hang in there sis! We still need to see their wedding photos!

User10: what's even funnier is that "Ben Barnes I hope you can fight" tag is trending in Twitter lol

blakelively: look at that excited smile! Finally, you are joining the married life! Welcome to club 🤭

User4: Today folks, we all can rest in peace for we achieved what we always wanted for 3 years 😌

amita_suman: beautiful people ❤️ Love you both so much!

freddycarter1: Does that mean we call her Barnes too?

jessie_mei_li: Yes, since they are the mom and dad 😒 Is that even a question?

kittheyounger: we are all united under one holy flag: The Barnes' Holy Kingdom

User15: After 3 years, Ben Barnes finally put that ring on her finger. A day to celebrate for years to come indeed.

tchalamet: Congrats to my favourite director!

Y/N Y/L/N: Don't let Greta hear that Ti 😉

tchalamet: she would say the exact same

User17: DAYUMN THAT RING IS THE SAME SIZE AS MY HEAD HOW RICH ARE YOU BEN?!

User16: Just like that, we achieved it. Now, there is one last thing needed: A mini Ben-Y/N

[bam-bi-buck]

8x07 SPOILERS

Ouch for Athena

So many loafs!

Maddie bringing in the universe! 👀

Detective Buck!!!!

Awww the hug is so sweet

“Is this Brad Torrance?”

“It is love! Send help!” Lmao

Oh dang

Him being concerned about getting the shot - goodness

“Hovering closer than my shadow?” That’s a fun saying, don’t think I’ve heard that one before

It’s Sargent, not ma’am

“Yes ma’am- I mean Sargent!” lol

Hen’s look when Buck is talking about wanting to text him - that stare piercing

The chief walking in while Eddie’s playing keep away with Buck’s phone

Booo “better start praying” grow a pair don’t tell a star they can snatch somebody from their job

Sparks feels off to me

“That’s real power” ew

Athena testing him like that, girl, don’t do that he’s gonna come after you I feel it

Athena also doesn’t like him! (Vindication!)

Hen and Athena besties!! I’ve missed them chatting

Bobby keeps getting hugs he doesn’t want 😭

“Twice in one week, what a blessing”

Omgod dude, Bobby’s married, leave him be

I don’t feel bad for Gerrard but I do feel uncomfortable watching him cry

Take that elsewhere dude, I don’t wanna see that

Telling my mom about the “he wants the cookie so f-ing bad meme” to explain the craziness of Brad’s obsession with Bobby

Sparks went “weee!”

Sparks dangling in the wind is such a funny sight

He almost went splat

“Don’t be a bitch, rob” reminds me of Grace telling the dude, “gods plan!”

Thanks for the assist, she saved your ass dude

Elaine listen to Athena! Dude has something wrong with him

200, 000k - me and my mom “DANG!”

Dude is such a sneak, why are you listening to peoples conversations creepy?

Love Maddie and Chim being like here! Have our child for the night, she’ll cheer you up! Bye!!

“All of them!” “That’s the best answer” he’s such a good uncle, he’s so good with kids, I love him, I love them, I adore the Buckley-Han family unit, y’all 🥺🥺🥺

Leader of Man! That’s Bobby!

God Brad is being a freak - shut up dude

You’re so right Bobby, she absolutely deserves an apology

Everyone immediately recording, if he’s this brazen around Bobby who hes obsessed with I’m surprised there aren’t a bunch of videos that the team brought up after learning Bobby was working with him

Holy shit

Why did you reach for a weapon at all? You didn’t need one asshole

Calling it a taser over and over again doesn’t make it one, dumbass

Gotta say, I prefer when we don’t have police based storylines but Angela Bassett is such a memorizing actress

I’m glad we see Sparks having to deal with the consequences of his actions at least, if we have to have this kind of storyline

Then saying “limey ass” in unison - beautiful

Also love the show immediately proving me right, there should be so many Brad Torrance videos!

Love a good “____ behind me, aren’t they?” moment

Omgod he’s gonna shadow Bobby

Oh poor Bobby, Brad’s gonna cause so much buffoonery, isn’t he?

The promo with Eddie being in the car while the water rises reminds me of S1 when Buck was in the elevator with the water rising

[iwaoiness]

Oikawa's problematic phone case

Without any doubt, Iwaizumi is the only person in the world who is able to look so fucking hot in his ID picture without even trying. His golden skin, his hair in that natural state of spiky, his forehead relaxed without any wrinkles, that piercing in his eyebrow that he got in his first year at Irvine and that Tooru still shivers over, his eyes staring at the camera with an intensity in their greenish hue that takes breath away, his lips curved in a small lopsided smile, a shadow of dimple on his cheek, his jaw well marked by the lights, his chin slightly elevated.

Hajime sent it during one of his video calls while telling him about his day; the soda Oikawa was drinking at that moment shot out of his nose when he choked while opening the picture. Early in the morning, he stood in the nearest copy shop to his house to request eight copies, still blushing, heart racing, and ears still ringing from Iwaizumi's deep-playful-stupid-hot laugh and his Do I look so hot that it makes the great Oikawa-senshu this nervous?

One of those copies ended up in his grey silicone case (which actually matched Iwaizumi's, his with a chubby dinosaur drawing in the bottom corner asking What are u doing?; Oikawa's, with another smiling dinosaur hugging the rest of Iwasaurus missing tail, answering Miss you, hug me!), accompanying him everywhere for months along with a small family photo with his parents, sister and Takeru.

However, one night, during an interview on a popular and prestigious TV show, Oikawa completely forgot that he changed his usual cover for a transparent one and took out his mobile phone in the middle of the interview to show the presenter a really embarrassing video of Matias, his friend and San Juan's starting blocker.

And, of course, Tooru's loud and intense fandom erupted the minute they noticed (thanks to damn high-definition cameras that might as well show gaping pores in close-up as reveal a years-long relationship with a really hot athletic trainer) Hajime's photograph on his IPhone case.

Social media was abuzz with dozens of screenshots from different angles, threads about conspiracy theories (Hanamaki's favourite was that Oikawa had the wrong phone and used the phone of a technical member of the programme; Matsukawa's that Hajime was Tooru's older brother), civil wars between fans over who was more right until only a day later it was revealed (thanks to one Suna Rintaro) that the strange boy was Iwaizumi Hajime, the hot athletic trainer of Birtwistle University and the Japan Men's National Volleyball Team.

And there was no shortage of hashtags like #IwaizumiHajime27AthleticTrainer, #LGBTooru, #BiRighToorus, #IwaOi that became worldwide TT and the grotesque rise of followers on Hajime's official account and also Oikawa's own.

"You had to use a fucking transparent case" Hajime speaks when it's finally his turn to come to Argentina. He's sitting on the bed with Tooru propped up next to him, blinking at the memes that continue to pop up on his TL even though it's been a month of what Oikawa's fans have already dubbed IwaOi National Day. "You have a drawer full, full, of ridiculous phone cases and you pick the one that's transparent."

"I already said it was unintentional, Iwa-chan! Unintentional!" Oikawa protests, crossing his arms as he makes a pout that Hajime finds truly endearing. "I'd better have kept the picture that auntie took of you when you were nine years old and got stuck in the cat flap," he mutters, but Iwaizumi hears him clearly and Tooru squeals as a pillow hits his face, nearly knocking him off the bed.

...

the cute phone case inspired this drabble

as always thank u sm and u can find me on my ao3 🍉

[bokettochild]

My siblings, dad, and I watched the new Sonic movie last night in theatres, and here are my thoughts

(spoilers, duh)

The scene transitions were kinda jarring at moments and I feel like transitions from one plot point to another got to be a bit sudden

The "grandpa/grandson bonding" scene felt like a fever dream and a horror movie at the same time

The reunion of the Robotnics in general made me realize that that's how my sister views my creations and I now understand why she judges me so

Shadow really needs a chill pill and is very much a bit too much on the angst train

Every scene with Maria was a combination of 'why?' and 'awww!', but 'why?' in the sense that it was very accurate to what a pre-teen/young teen would do and tus well written, I just don't understand teenagers

I kept leaning over to my dad to fact check the Maria scenes with words like "did _______ exist in the 70s?" to which he would give a year, nay, or idk

The moment Tom gave his speech about moving on I knew it would get a callback during the final fight

The moment the star comment was made I knew it would also get a callback when Shadow inevitably turned his life around

The willingness to work as a team and utter effortlessness of said teamwork between Shadow and Sonic felt a bit rushed and unrealistic, but I can appreciate they just wanted to have cool moments and crap

Yes I might have kinda of freaked out big time when Shadow took off his power dampening bracelets, because look I used to be a Shadow fan back in the day

Every single moment on the sdpaceship I was giggling my head off thinking about the Eggman meme we all know and love

I was very happy with the credits scene where my girl showed up (was a big Amy fan in the day too)

We walked out of the theatre during the credits with me telling my siblings "the cardinal rule of movies is that unless you see their lifeless corpse for more than a second or so, and see that destroyed or buried, they're not actually dead, so don't believe that for a moment"

We did;t know there was a post credits scene until my brother ran up to me a couple hours later with it on his phone and told me there was more, at which point I was rightfully declaring that I called it

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Veil of Shadows : Chapter 3

Word Count : 1.4k

Warnings : swearing, murder, death, drinking, mention of drugs, edibles, mention of cops, mention of being arrested, mention of a syringe, mention of sex

A/N : Apologies that this chapter is so late. I had every intention to finish and post yesterday, but unfortunately fell ill for the first half of the day, and the second half I was celebrating my birthday. I should hopefully be back on track now! 💕

            Their breathing was still heavy as they came down from the adrenaline from the night previous. Scattered screams echoed through their head, and they couldn’t remember whose scream was whose. Couldn’t pinpoint where the screams were coming from anymore. Right. Left. Straight ahead. Bouncing off the walls. Circling them.

            Flashes of the night flicker through their mind. Blood, screaming, begging, crying, death. The sirens are getting closer, louder. They’re trying to make sense of what happened, trying to get their thoughts straight, but nothing makes sense. It sounds like a story, a movie. Anything but reality. Their reality. A reality they cannot escape.

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            Everyone was gathered in the living room together after a storm had sent them all running inside. They had all separated into their rooms to dry off and get changed, which then led them all into Y/n’s room to get edibles, sans Yeosang and Jia, who decided to stick with just alcohol, as Yeosang said.  

            They were keeping their promise of making the most out of the weekend since they were all together. Trying to ignore the hatred they all felt for one specific person, who seemed to disappear and then reappear randomly.

            Music was blaring from the speakers, with Hongjoong essentially on DJ duty, as he usually was. He watched from his post as his girlfriend glided around the large living room, checking in on everyone as if she was the host. He felt his heart swell with joy as he watched her, watched as she made her way person to person, and kept note of how it seemed like she belonged in a place like this.

            Wooyoung was still making up drinks for everyone, now standing behind the bar in the living room, to the right of where Hongjoong was standing. Mae was sitting on one of the barstools, keeping Wooyoung company, scrolling through her phone, and showing him the funniest memes she could find. He couldn’t help but admire her as she sat there, getting distracted as he stared.

            San and Seonghwa were standing in the middle of the room, looking through different Lego sets on Seonghwa’s phone. They kept arguing about which ones were better, which ones they should buy next. Des and Kayla were close by, showing each other the supplies they bought for the girl’s craft night the following weekend. Their boyfriends kept stealing glances over at them, silencing their arguments about Lego, and they both agreed that their girlfriend’s were too cute. And they allowed Des and Kayla to pick out the next Lego sets they bought.

            Yunho and Mingi had disappeared some time ago, but that wasn’t new to anyone. The only married couple of the group loved to sneak off to have their alone time, which San learned the hard way after accidentally walking in on them, meant that they were having sex. The rest of the group chalked this up to them opting out of a honeymoon and allowed them this alone time every vacation weekend.

            Jongho and Yuri were on the couch, lost in their own little world. Lost in whatever discussion they were having. As if everything else around them disappeared, like they were the only ones here. Neither of them realized the pair of eyes watching them with an icy glare. Too focused on each other to realize the anger bubbling up inside of someone.

            Y/n had made her way over to the bar, asking for a top up of whatever she was drinking, taking a seat on a barstool next to Mae. Her and Mae converse for a minute while Wooyoung makes her drink, but he steals Mae’s attention back as soon as he’s done. But something caught Y/n’s eye as she was getting up to leave.

            On the bar, hidden between some bottles, was a syringe. She glanced over to the couple, who were now in their own little world, and back to the syringe. She couldn’t tell if it was filled with anything from where she was, but she was curious now. Did her friends have a drug problem she didn’t know about? Or was this something sinister?

            “What are you looking at with that … look on your face?” Y/n nearly fell out of her seat at the sound of Jia’s voice, but she tried to play it off.

            “I’m not wearing my glasses, so I’m just trying to read what there is to drink.” She giggled. Jia waved her off, not even really listening to Y/n’s reply to the question she asked. Y/n bit her tongue, holding in the words she really wanted to say, and went to stand up.

            “What’s the point of one of you making drinks if you’re going to get distracted by your lame ass girlfriend?” Wooyoung and Mae didn’t hear her, but Y/n did. Y/n stopped in her tracks, sitting back down on the stool, staring at Jia. “Yeosang described you guys as being much more fun.”

            Y/n glanced towards the syringe, still unsure of its contents, if there was even any, then back at Jia. Her mouth was still moving, no doubt complaining about something else, but Y/n tuned out all sounds, until she heard Wooyoung apologizing, asking Jia what she wanted to drink.

            The party was going exactly the way it usually does. The couples pairing off together, except for Hongjoong and Y/n. Y/n loved to wander, loved to dance, loved to talk. Hongjoong loved to watch her. Falling in love with her over and over again.

            Yeosang usually kept Y/n company while she wandered the parties. Checking in on her while she checked in on everyone else. This would be the first party he didn’t. Trying his best to keep Jia happy, which to everyone else, seemed like an impossible task.

            But besides that, everything was normal. It was exactly the same as the previous party. And the one before that. And all the others before. With minor changes as Jongho and Yeosang got into their respective relationships.

            Her thoughts were racing when the power went out. Wooyoung had just handed Jia her drink. Mae had reached over and placed her hand on Y/n’s back. Wait no, Mae was still sitting down, the person who had touch Y/n’s back was standing, reaching over her. No she was reaching over. Wait. Back up.

            Jia screamed. Barely a second. And then there was silence again. Suddenly a thud. Were those footsteps? Was someone scurrying away? She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t get a single thought in order. All she could remember was getting another drink, being annoyed at Jia, and then it was dark and silent.

            The music came back seconds before the lights turned back on. Everyone was still on their phones, finishing their conversations. Mae noticed her first. Then the rest of the girls, before the guys looked up and took notice of the girl laying next to the bar.

            “Is she dead?” Mae asked, her voice quivering. Wooyoung didn’t hesitate to jump over the bar and take her into his arms, whispering sweet words into her ear.

            “No pulse.” Hongjoong said, looking at all his friends scattered around the living room. His girlfriend sat on the barstool, staring at Jia’s dead body, and he wrapped his arm around her, resting her head on his stomach. “I think we need to call emergency services.” He added softly, looking directly at Seonghwa, who nodded, pulling out his phone.

            “Are you insane? Did you forget we’re all high as fuck right now?” Jongho exclaimed. “Not to mention the insane amount of edibles Y/n still has. She’d be the second most fucked person here. Right behind whoever the fuck killed Jia.” He continued, his voice getting louder and louder the more he spoke.

            “Killed? You think she was killed?” Kayla asked, worry lacing her voice as she looked around at all her friends, the people she called family. Remembering how they were all joking about Jia’s death earlier that day. But none of them were serious, were they?

            Y/n was still frozen, staring down at Jia’s dead body. As if she was trying to memorize the scene, trying to come to terms with what happened, trying to add everything up in her head. Hongjoong figured she was just shocked, maybe trying to figure out who could have done this. He’s partially right.

            Y/n noticed what no one else had yet. Probably because she had noticed it earlier. Moments before the crime. And thought it was odd to hide it in between bottles. But now there it was. Laying right besides Jia’s body. The syringe.

            And now she’s wondering, did I kill her?   

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[lorillee]

naruto character social media headcanons:

naruto: sakura made him a personal instagram account 3 years ago and he legitimately has opened it exactly twice (both times because sakura was asking him to pull something up). its just really not for him. honestly though that being said i feel like you could get him to be a vine creator you KNOWWWW he's abusing his shadow clone ability for this

sasuke: lets be so honest hes not touching any of that with a 50 foot pole, ever. NEXT!

sakura: definitely has a personal instagram, could also see her having a fitness instagram as well. given shes also canonically a fujoshi lets be so honest she has an ao3 and probably a fandom twitter account for liking/rting fanart as well

sai: also does not get the appeal at first. i think sakura made a valiant attempt to convince him to make an instagram account for his art but this does not pan out. it is only when ino shows him twitter's incredible versatility for haters that he understands what the hype is all about.

yamato: my immediate instinct would be to say no probably not HOWEVER i think it would be really funny if he was incredibly active on r/architecture and literally nothing else

kakashi: for the most part a hard no. however i do believe he is casually active on an incredibly obscure forum for the icha icha series. at some point naruto or sakura accidentally see that he has it pulled up on his phone and spend a solid like week hunting down his account and reading through and making fun of all of his posts. he does not know this happened

guy: honestly i think he has a facebook account that is exclusively used to find and post boomer style workout memes and positivity posts. he sends an egregious amount of the aforementioned workout memes to kakashi and lee (enthusiasm of the receivers is about what you can probably expect)

neji: decidedly proclaims social media to be a cesspool and a waste of time, does not partake. he does, however, have a meticulously upkept letterboxd account with extensive and incredibly thorough reviews of everything he's ever watched. (i believe weekly team guy movie nights can be very frustrating for him personally because neji as a person prefers films that are very introspective/character driven/abstract but the rest of his teammates more than anything are interested in watching a bunch of guys beat the living snot out of each other)

tenten: she's got an instagram where she posts short clips of training using her vast arsenal of weapons - lee and neji are frequent guest appearances as sparring partners. i also could see her having a tumblr or some sort of blog to geek out over the latest thing she's picked up

lee: i think he has facebook and instagram but purely to very enthusiastically comment on guy and tenten's posts. otherwise its really not his thing

ino: YOU KNOWWWWWWWWW SHES GOT IT ALL. tiktok instagram twitter triple threat she's definitely an influencer she's big in the makeup scene but also has huge kpop side accounts. shes definitely always getting into drama but always comes out on top in the end - a bit of a controversial figure but overall has a frankly militant fanbase. always up to date on the latest idol drama and you KNOW she'll be posting about it. also has a defunct tumblr account that which was definitely an obscenely popular aesthetics blog back in the site's heyday, but in modern times has since moved her collage boards to pinterest

choji: you know this i know this we all know this HES A FOOD BLOGGER!!!!!!!! in this world blogspot is still alive and well and hes making a killing on there. i think he would also have a tiktok account though for short review videos usually featuring his friends where they go to taste test new restaurants/dishes. i think he also has a personal instagram account just for posting friend photos and whatnot

shikamaru: very casual reddit scroller, when hes bored he'll trawl through a few political subreddits and perhaps r/shogi. never posts and has accounts on basically nothing.

hinata: type of person to HAAAAATE online drama so bad it makes her sick with stress just thinking about it. if she uses social media at all i think she has a diligently kept aesthetic tumblr blog where she posts photos and doesnt interact with anybody ever

hidan: active 4chan user.

jiraiya: its like if you took a facebook-exclusive boomer and dropped him into twitter without warning. his account was supposed to exclusively be his platform for his writing but he gave up that pretense a long time ago and now its basically just whatever he wants to put on there. we all already know what this looks like

orochimaru: saw suigetsu scrolling on twitter once and got an extensive rundown on how it works and the kind of people that frequent it. finds it fascinating in the way that one might study bacteria in a petri dish cultivated in toxic sludge, but thats about the extent of it. boruto-era however he is an active nextdoor and facebook user and exclusively posts wine mom memes

tsunade: has an official account as the hokage but its entirely run by shizune. honestly i dont think she would find much interest or enjoyment in anything social media has to offer her

suigetsu: you already know hes posting bad tiktok thirst traps. theyre really terrible . absolutely lives for kicking up drama in people's comment sections and runs an incredibly popular twitter ragebait account with more passion than hes put into anything else in his life ever

[miniscrew-anon]

Texting HC for the boys

Wind - Uses discord way more than text. Commonly mutes chats. He gets a million discord messages from different groups and he can't be bothered to listen to every time someone complains about the mountain of dishes he left in the sink. If you really want to reach Wind you have to jump on discord or go to his room.

Twilight - Doesn’t like to send more than one message in a row because someone called him desperate one (1) time in high school and he never recovered. So instead he’ll send you a whole paragraph and agonize if he forgot to mention something. Everyone’s told him its fine to send literally a million texts in a row but Twi can’t get over it.

Warriors - Will 🙌 ironically 😎 text 📲 like ❤️ this 👏. But only when he wants to be annoying. Otherwise he’s fine and he can use emojis like hieroglyphics if he wants and he’s able to make himself very clear with just an eggplant emoji and a raised brow emoji.

Wild - Commonly texts the wrong chat and confuses the hell out of people. Accidentally forgets his phone in the other room and doesn’t see people’s messages until its several hours too late btu still texts them back like “oops sorry just saw this man” as if they didn’t know. Uses emojis liberally and goes on tangents and makes everyone forget what they were talking about. The people love hearing from him, but its hard to stay on topic when Wild is in the group chat.

Champion - Full words, no abbreviations. Will straight up send you an “acknowledged” instead of an “ok” to let you know he read your message. Never uses emojis. Ever. The one time Warriors did convince Champ to send a thumbs up emoji to Sky instead of “affirmative”, Sky almost broke down the dormitory door because he thought Champion had gotten kidnapped and was sending a coded cry for help.

Legend - Spams the fuck out of everyones phone when he’s pissed, which is a lot of the time. Doens’t give a shit what group text he’s in he’ll fucking send you an essay one sentance at a time cursing Sky out for eating the last of his goddamn breadpudding.

Hyrule - Never responds on time. He’s always busy and in a rush so when he reads a text and it doesn’t say something like “help i got shanked and now my liver is flopping around on the ground like a beached fish” then he’ll promptly forget what he just read. At the end of the day he might flip through his messages to check what he missed but normally he relies on Legend to fill him in on anything important.

Sky - Forgets which group chats hold which roommates so he’s the guy who will start a new chat every time he has a question. Has basically every permutation of group chats possible and yet will still find a way to make more. And he gives them names like “get milk” and “hairdryer?” so you never know whos in the group chat at a glance. It’s impossible to find anything. Plus, he sends texts half-asleep that mean nothing when he gets woken up too early.

Four - His texts are inconsistent as hell. Sometimes its emoji hell, sometimes it’s MLA essay format. But two things are always consistent: you can always detect the sarcasm and he’ll turn on his read receipts just to let you know he left you on read.

Time - Texts in full sentences but overall is a normal texter. But he types with his pointer finger with two hands so his real crime is being old.

Dark - When he got put away texting was in its infancy so he texts like “G8 C u L8r” and “ur 2 much”. The first time he texts Time after he gets out Time feels his soul vaporized by the blast from the past. Thankfully it only takes Dark one text to Shadow before the boy is physically showing up outside Dark's door to bring him into this century.

Shadow - Spams dumbass videos and memes like his life depends on it. His job is a lot of waiting around so he’s got time to kill and you Will receive messages from him at 39 mph (memes per hour).

[abeinginsand]

3E from outfit set 2 for taylor?

I went a bit overboard haha. Taylor is one of my favorite characters so always happy to draw him and thought the outfit was pretty. Thank you for requesting! (Also Scary helped him with the little bit of makeup in the selfie sketch) Outfit set 1, Outfit set 2 Image description in Alt and copied below:

A colored sketchpage of Taylor in a black strapless crop top and black skirt with a blue translucent coat over top and black thigh high boots. He is shown jumping in the air with both hands in the devil horns pose and kicking his left leg forward while the right leg points down. The top center drawing shows the teen leaning against a cabinet and posing with a sword over his shoulder and three decorative knives on the wall. The top right has a copy of the art meme outfit reference. The bottom left scene is Taylor taking a selfie while sitting with his go bag and fold up cane. He is grinning with braces and one fang visible and his phone case has a monokuma danganronpa sticker on it. Taylor has on blue eye shadow and has used makeup to shape the moles under each eye like hearts. There are also extra hearts below the moles. The last sketch shows Taylor spinning around in his skirt with a happy smile. Sparkles surround him in this scene and the sword one while the selfie one is surrounded in flowers. Most of the sketches include Taylor's blue star shaped earrings or blue hoop or stud earrings.

[qapsiel]

@bloodsalted ;; meme I can't find anymore a kiss while being reunited after a long time

                           IT'S A 25 HOUR DRIVE FROM LEBANON, KANSAS, TO NORTH COVE, WASHINGTON. Castiel offers to try and hitch a ride to bridge at least some of the distance, but Dean insists on him staying put so they don't accidentally miss each other. Castiel doesn't have a phone anymore; his pockets are empty, not even carrying the bonbons or chocolate bars he stashed there for a serious case of low blood sugar. It's also a different coat — the one from before. Castiel doesn't know how the Empty brought him back, but he's not going to question it. All he wants is Dean and Sam and the certainty that this is real.

                             He spends the time between his call to Dean and the hunter's arrival close to the public phone booth in case he calls him again. People pass him by, looking suspicious, but Castiel stares ahead, hands buried in the pockets of his brand-new old trench coat, and tries to picture their reunion. He knows from an old newspaper that several weeks have passed since Kelly went into labor and Lucifer— What will Dean do? What will he say? Will he believe it's Castiel?

                             It's late evening when he hears the familiar rumble of the Impala coming down the alley. Dean stares at him when he climbs out of the car. "It's really me," Castiel tries, even though that's what a shapeshifter would say, too. He makes a lightbulb behind himself explode because he doesn't know how else to prove it. Showing the shadow of his wings is too much effort for what little grace he has right now; he needs a day or two until he's back to his former power and can fly again.

                             Then Dean rushes over, pulls him close, squeezes at his arms, and with a tired but happy smile, Castiel returns the embrace, hugs Dean to his chest tightly before he puts his hands on Dean's face to tilt his chin up for a brief kiss – no tongue, no passion, just the warm press of lips, a silent it's me and yes, I'm back, I'm okay before he buries his face in Dean's neck, inhaling deeply. This is real. 

[kultklassickiller]

Turning Tables a novela (1)

Summary: Janessa Davis lives for the drama—and she’s got a front-row seat to the wildest show on Earth: professional wrestling. As a reporter, content creator, and certified shit-stirrer, she’s earned a reputation for being the backstage wildflower everyone loves to hate (or secretly loves to love). Most of the roster can’t resist her probing questions and chaotic charm.

But the Bloodline 2.0? Oh, honey, they’d rather suplex her into next week than entertain her antics. Insults? Check. Threats? Double check. A few creative “Yo Mama” jokes? Let’s just say tensions are high, and Janessa isn’t exactly making friends.

She should probably quit while she’s ahead—but where’s the fun in that? Janessa loves playing cat-and-mouse, especially when she’s convinced she’s the cat. But someone in their camp knows the truth: she’s no predator. She’s the prey. And the Bloodline? They’re sharpening their claws.

There’s one man who might save her neck… or hang her out to dry. His loyalty is as questionable as Janessa’s filter, but he knows how far the others are willing to go to make her disappear. The real question is: how far is he willing to go to keep her alive—or keep his secrets hidden?

In a world where every feud blurs the line between fantasy and reality, Janessa’s about to learn the hard way: when the lights go out and the crowd goes home, the real monsters come out to play.

Pairing: Tonga Loa x Janessa (Nessa) Davis (OC)

Author’s Note: This begins right after the Bloodline 2.0 loses War Games ’24. I envision this happening over a certain period of time only focusing on major turning points, past and future. This is AU so it follows the timeline and certain events but not really.

Additional parts may be added..

Warning: None.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter One: After the Fall

The locker room was a powder keg waiting for a spark.

Janessa Davis leaned casually against the cold brick wall, watching the fallout unfold like a director surveying their magnum opus. She’d positioned herself just out of their immediate line of sight, tucked in the shadows but close enough to catch every heated word. Her phone was poised to record, though tonight she wasn’t planning to post anything. This was for her, and only her. She knew better than to poke a bear nursing its wounds—but watching? That was fair game.

The Bloodline 2.0’s War Games loss had shaken the entire arena. The crowd’s deafening cheers for the OG Bloodline members still echoed in Janessa’s ears as she lingered backstage, soaking in the bitter aftermath. Solo Sikoa sat in the center of the chaos, a storm cloud personified, while Tama Tonga leaned against a locker, fists clenched, his face a blank slate—which was always more terrifying than when he was openly angry. Jacob Fatu paced like a caged lion, muttering under his breath. Bronson Reed sat in a corner, his broken foot propped up on a bench, the cast glaringly white under the harsh locker room lights. Meanwhile, Tonga Loa sat with his arm cradled in a sling, his torn bicep evident in the grimace he couldn’t quite hide.

“What the hell was that?” Solo’s voice cracked like a whip, cutting through the tension. “We had it. That was our match. And now? Now we’re a goddamn meme.”

“Ain’t nobody told you to…” Tama started, but his words died in the face of Solo’s withering glare.

“What? What did you say?” Solo stood, towering over Tama. “Go ahead, finish it. You want to say something, Tonga? Say it.”

Tama hesitated, his bravado faltering. “Nothin’, man. Forget it.”

“That’s what I thought.” Solo sat back down, his face a mask of cold fury.

It was a ballet of implosion, and Janessa couldn’t help but smirk. She didn’t pity them. Not after the months of hostility, the snide comments, the veiled threats. To the Bloodline 2.0, she was nothing but an interloper, a nuisance who didn’t belong in their sacred domain. She’d heard it all before—the warnings, the promises that she’d regret sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. But Janessa had never been one to back down from a fight, even one she couldn’t win.

Still, her smirk faltered when her eyes flicked to Tonga Loa. He was unusually quiet, his pain evident in the way he avoided moving too much. A pang of guilt twisted in her chest, but she pushed it down. She had no business feeling sorry for him. Not here. Not now.

“You gettin’ this, reporter?” Jacob’s voice startled her, his sharp gaze cutting through the shadows and landing squarely on her.

Janessa’s smirk returned, though it didn’t reach her eyes. She didn’t bother to hide her phone. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Fatu.”

Tama stopped pacing, turning his full attention to her. “You’re like a damn cockroach, you know that? Always crawling where you’re not wanted.”

“If I’m a cockroach, then what does that make you?” She shot back without missing a beat.

The room fell silent. Even Solo looked up, his dark eyes narrowing as they locked onto her.

“You think this is funny?” Solo’s voice was low, dangerous.

Janessa shrugged, pushing off the wall and stepping into the light. “I think watching the mighty Bloodline fall apart is… fascinating. But funny? Not quite the word I’d use.”

Bronson shifted uncomfortably; his frustration palpable despite his inability to physically confront her. Solo held up a hand, silencing any further movement or words.

“You’ve got guts,” Solo said, rising to his full height. “I’ll give you that. But guts don’t keep you safe, Davis. You’re playing a game you can’t win.”

She tilted her head, meeting his gaze head-on. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just better at it than you think.”

“Watch your back,” Solo said, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “Because when you least expect it… we’ll be there.”

The unspoken threat hung in the air as she walked away, the weight of their stares burning into her back. But she didn’t falter. She’d been in worse situations—or at least, that’s what she told herself as she stepped into the empty corridor.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out, her pulse quickening at the name on the screen.

Unknown Number

She hesitated before answering. “About time.”

“You shouldn’t have been there tonight.” His voice was low and urgent, but unmistakable.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she snapped. “You know how this works.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not working anymore,” he said. “They’re not just mad, Janessa. They’re out for blood.”

She leaned against the wall, her smirk returning despite the unease creeping into her chest. “Then maybe you should tell your family to chill. Or better yet, stop pretending you don’t have my back.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. “I’m not sure I can keep doing this.”

Her smile faltered. “Then you’d better decide whose side you’re really on.”

The line went dead, leaving her alone in the dim corridor. For the first time that night, the thrill of the game didn’t feel quite so exhilarating.

[wisteriasymphony]

imagine if you will--you're a member of the paparazzi working in Paris, perhaps employed by a magazine or tabloid or what have you. you've been stalking Adrien Agresté for the past hour, despite him being clearly uncomfortable (but even when he's frightened by you it's still photogenic, so, like, whatever). and you're getting your shots, continuing to follow him just like one of his many crazed stalker-fans, wondering how much publicity you can drum up by leaking one of them onto one of his many fan forums (where they near-constantly thirst over him and have been ever since he was around 11 or so).

and then, out of fucking NOWHERE (at least by your own perspective, this creature just blended into the background so well as god likely intended it to), this fucking FREAK shows up to block the cameras. like, you're near confident it's a mangy dog wearing the skin and clothes of a homeless man, and then wearing the skin of another mangy stray dog on top of it. you didn't even know dogs or rats or whatever it is could reach 5 feet 7 inches (~1.7m). it is by far the ugliest thing you have ever laid eyes on, and terribly plain in its ugliness too. you think about going through every one of your past pictures, horrified that, if this abomination shows up in any of them, those pictures are worth nothing. that's how fucking gross it is.

and just as you're about to phone the police or animal control to save Adrien Agresté (who is in fact, so effeminately beautiful that it's been a meme for half a decade that people try to grope him to see if that little girly faggot has an actual dick or not) from being assaulted by this rat-dog-homeless-freak, you see Adrien Agresté (so gorgeous that the only thing keeping him from being 'the sexiest man alive' for the past 5 years was that he was a minor)--- HOLD THAT THING'S HAND!???!!

...so like that's one of the central 'gimmicks' of my AU in a nutshell. read The Warm Embrace of Shadow on ao3 or something