#hi church ilu

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I will be drinking later and may become silly but for now I must ask: favourite Polin scene? 😊

Darriness! ilu for this question <3

Honestly, it's every time they're on screen together but... I'm going to pick two smaller moments that just... do me in every time.

There are about 900 things you could say about the carriage scene and they all deserve to be said. But I love LOVE this little moment at the end. Not only is he incredibly gentle and soft and careful as he puts her back together but you can see him deliberating, too. She is his everything, he doesn't need to consider that, everything up until that moment kind of confirmed how he's been feeling about it.

But that last little moment is like -- am I going to ask her now? Why yes I'm going to ask her now. I cannot wait one minute longer not having her as my wife.

And she has no fucking idea that's what in his head. It's so, so beautiful and delicious and it just gives me chills every time.

The second one is when they're at the church. I didn't notice this until just now but it's another moment where she's caught off guard by his actions, and I kind of love that, because I didn't plan that, lol.

I love that it's such a little moment of happiness where they're swept up in each other. But also -- it's after her confession, after this cathartic moment of - my god, I have always, always loved you -- all that tension brought on by her feelings from the earlier seasons has finally been released. And he is so relieved to hear it that he needs to hold her, touch her. He'd kiss her if they weren't in a church but he's so elated, they're breaking from decorum and dancing in a church. And the scene is just so beautifully lit.

And I just love when they smile together - here and every time that they do. It's their expression of friendship and connection as it is the basis of their love and I just eat it up every time. They're two fucking dorky people in love and I just fall for it every time.

[apartmentsmoke]

8.06 stills reactions (with some spec):

Maddie looks soooo cute

She and Josh don't seem terribly serious in still where they're talking with Buck; I think this is them encouraging Buck to talk to Tommy about whatever the hurdles are

MADNEY PLOT? finally

Tommy and Buck are both adorable in that lift scene but Tommy's face falling ):

Eddie is... not going to church (?) but is meeting the hot priest (it took me scrolling down the BTS photos to figure out who that was, I thought it was either Buck or Tommy and kept going back and forth

Missing scenes: Miceli's, mustache shaving scene, maybe the Buck and Eddie scene, maybe Buck talking to Bobby about the hurdles

I think the loft scene is where the hurdles start - Buck will react badly and get in his head about something Tommy says; he'll talk to Maddie and Josh and go on the divorce call and realize he wants to work through whatever it is; they hBe dinner at Miceli's and we hopefully get the first BuckTommy ILUs

The loft keeps growing accessories and I am still hoping it's to show Buck growing in his relationship and then leaving it (to move in with Tommy) because it's time. Don't think that happens this episode, though.

Chimney connecting with the kid on the call is so cute and could also maybe be the Madney think about growing their family SL we've been waiting for?

Oh shit I forgot about hot waiter! Maybe Miceli's is first then and they talk about it in the kitchen scene?? Thursday, please arrive

[valsyngur]

when they say "ilu" but Hannibal once skinned a guy, broke every bone in the body, shaped it like a human heart and left it for Will to find in his favourite church on febuary 14th

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hi friends :D! i FINALLY finished my concept art for mythos!Jon and im so happy with him- look at him. plese. i spent so long on this

the sketches were all of my initial concept art for him! he's. so fun to draw. even if it did take me a bit to figure out how to do so. i love his hair ;_; <3

overall his design is very inspired roman Catholicism but. like. more fun? idk lol i just vibe with it. might make the tie darker? and the gloves with his cassock might look good with another color? eh! whatev, i might change it i might not- but this is it so far :D!

for context the Magnus Mythos is an au where the fears are gods rather than paranormal entities like in canon- here is my initial post on that if you want to know more! or if you just want to see art of the Ceaseless watcher :3!!! im really so happy so many of y'all seemed to like it ;w; it makes me feel so warm aa ilu all <3

putting all Jon's lore stuff under the cut!!!

highly recommend you read the linked post because alot of this probably wont make much sense otherwise dsjgfdjgfdb-

so, as a young child Jon grew up neutral on religion. his grandmother didn't favor any one of the gods more than the other and that sort of thinking carried over to him for a good while

when Jon was 8, he had a close encounter with a creature born from the Web: a giant spider that would tell you your fate (and possibly offer you a gift) if you gave it a sacrifice

Jon had found an old fable book with a map to it's nest. of course he had no intention of following it, just enjoying the stories inside! but a thief snagged the book from him- and upon realizing what the book led too -took Jon with him as his sacrifice

when they reached the nest after a long journey, the thief presented Jon to the spider. but the spider did not take him, it took the thief- and the little Jon could only watch, frozen in terror, as his captor was eaten by the giant spider.

after it finished its meal, the spider told Jon that his fate was of a cosmic importance, "I'm quite excited to see how this plays out," it said.

naturally this was kinda traumatizing for the child that literally just wanted to read but ok :l

the whole experience brought jon a phobia of spiders, a distrust and fear of strangers, general paranoia, ptsd, and a rejection of the webs power and the concept of fate as a whole

now- its not uncommon for some people to reject the powers of certain gods? some things born from their power are quite unpleasant, so there are steps one may take to protect themselves from the powers of one or more of the gods. (its complicated to explain but i hope that makes sense-)

suffice to say jon does NOT want to be controlled or have his fate decided by anyone or anything like that! being THAT important is scary!!! so he tries very hard to prevent any powers of the web coming near him- and he also tries to keep a low profile so he can live a calm and peaceful life without. yknow. being an important part of the fate of the entire bloody world.

he turns to the cult of the Beholding for salvation. after all, its whole thing is being aware and knowing things, and jon wanted nothing more than to know what wanted to hurt him and what didn't.

moving to London, he joined the House of Magnus, and went from a devotee to a researcher.

he became friends with Tim: a man who turned to the beholding out of his own rejection for the Stranger, and Sasha: a young woman who'd worshipped the beholding and worked at the house of magnus her entire life.

things were great for a while, and then the head archivist, Gertrude Robinson, disappeared.

normally the previous archivist would choose someone to pass the position down to, but her disappearance meant that the current head of the church, Elias, would have to choose instead. and he gave the position to Jon

it was absurd! Jon didn't want the position of archivist- everyone knew about the prophecy and Jon certainly didn't want that much pressure on him!!

not to mention- it became pretty much expected that Sasha would become the next archivist! given her history of devotion, her skills, all the work she did for everyone, hell- Gertrude even mentored her for half her life for god's sake!

Elias's reasoning was that Gertrude had broken the Archivists oath: to always protect and preserve knowledge. he claimed that the Ceaseless Watcher itself had requested Jon rather than Sasha, as Gertrude's choices were not to be trusted. and it was not up for debate what their patron wanted...

so there was no choice. jon was terrified, sasha was devastated, and tim was furious for them both.

the ceremony went on, jon was given the Watchers Crown (the sacred headpiece of the archivist) and then he went down to the archives with tim and sasha as his chosen assistants.

Elias sent down another down with them- Martin, a librarian who devoted himself to both the eye and the web. Jon was not so keen to be trusting a devotee of the web, especially with all the stress going through his head at the moment- so he wasn't very warm to martin.

as the archivist- jon does his best to do the work he was given, frequently requesting help and teachings from sasha as she clearly knew more about this than him. all throughout, he squished any spider he found. and stubbornly refused to give in to any possible notion of him being the one from the prophecy. he couldnt be. he refused it.

but the will of one man is far outweighed by that of a god, and at some point he just might have to accept the responsibility he deep down knows is his...

AAAAAAAAAAA THAT WAS ALOT- if you read this entire fucking essay then just know i love you so so so much and i am hugging you tightly ;_;

thanks for dealing with another round of my brainrot!! im thinking of working on sasha, martin, or the web's design next :3

[gutsfics]

What’s Neel’s family like? Friends? How did he become Hunt’s assistant?

Neel is kinda-sorta a self insert so im not gonna go to into detail about his related family but i will say: big and mormon. his immedeate family left the church when he was a kid though so hes normal. mostly. not really.

his other family is that he's Chris' second divorce! it was amicable if awkward and theyve grown past it. mostly. kinda. like they can work together. the feelings between them are a little muddied bc they do still love each other but also they wanted different things out of their lives

since he's lowkey A Version of the hwu mc (basically an amount of what isnt canon for hwu!Avalon is canon for hwu!him, & since rcd!Avalon never went to hwu he is the Only hwu mc in the rcd version. barring the differences between hwu and rcd of course. he never started his own production studio in either lmao) hes friends w all of the main cast of hwu. hes closest w Holly and Ethan bc he still regularly works with/sees them, next is Crash, then Addi, then Lisa and Aria. he & Marco weren't ever super close but they do hang out from time time to time :) they do like each other a lot, its just that theyve got their own things going on. also Chris-but-kinda-not and he and Hunt have Something going on. its weird tho.

so in hwu, during maybe his second or third year he becomes Hunt's like TA for a work/study thing bc by that time Hunt's started making movies again & doesnt have as much time to focus on his teaching stuff. it was initially going to be just for the teaching stuff, but he was a good enough teaching assistant that he eventually became Hunt's straight up assistant

for rcd, Hunt only taught a single year before being like Actually Fuck This, but the students w a lot of potential did stick out in his mind as people to watch and/or work with (like Addi), & he just remembered Neel from that. originally Neel was doing something other than assisting him (im stuck between set design, best boy (either electric or grip works for him), and cinematographer. but he can do all of these and more. this is where the self insert part gets a little wish fulfilling lol) & Hunt liked him enough that he kept hiring him for stuff, & eventually his roles kept branching out to other stuff to the point that Hunt just dubbed him "assistant" and put him on a constant pay. he calls himself Hunt's Most Special Little Guy On Set bc he knows it pisses Hunt off lol but it is accurate bc he does A Lot for Hunt. i just love it when there is A Guy who is the lynchpin for an entire business & if he stops working it grinds to a hault lol hes part of a union btw and Hunt is a really good employer

tysm for sending this in <3 ilu

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Chapter 4

Summary:

Copia wakes up with plans to spend the day reading in the library and hopes to see Celestina. He encounters the Cardinal and a strange man, Papa Emeritus 2, who observes him without saying much. Copia later meets Celestina and they decide to take a walk in the woods. They share their first kiss and discuss their future together. However, Copia is abruptly informed that he is being sent to an abbey in Europe for further studies, leaving Celestina behind. Copia packs his things, writes a letter to Celestina, and leaves the orphanage. He is escorted by a masked ghoul to the abbey, where he feels a mix of excitement and sadness about his new life.

Notes:

I'm sorry guys, this is a long and hard one. It was only inevitable that this was going to happen. please don't be sad. ILU, ILU <3 BUCKLE UP...

Ao3 link - Read Here

Chapter 4

Copia woke on what seemed like normal day. They had free time today and he was planning on spending it in the library reading books. He was also hoping to see Celestina, hoping they could share a few hours reading together.

Copia dragged himself out of bed, his eyes heavy and his brain still fuzzy from his slumber. He got himself dressed quickly, not wanting to waste his day. “Come on Ratto, let’s go to the library” he said to the small rat, picking him up with ease and placing him on his shoulder.

His little best friend was never far away from him these days, they spent all their time together and they both would not have it any other way. They were good for each other, and they both loved the companionship of the other.

Arriving at the library he found his usual spot, sitting next to his own little library of books, and sat cross-legged with his head in his book. The morning light was drifting in through the windows and he let out a sigh. He could happily spend all day here; he was happy in this space. He knew no one would bother him and he can spend it wrapped in some mystical land or reading historic texts about days gone by.

It was not long before he heard the library door open, he looked over the top of his book to see the Cardinal walk in with a strange-looking man. He was wearing green robes which made him look important and his face painted in Papel paints. Copia thought he must be one of the church heads, who was here to look around the building and checking up on the work of the siblings and Cardinal. He looked back down at his book as the two drew closer to him.

“Copia…” the Cardinal said clearing his throat to get his attention.

Copia looked up from his book, his eyes darting between the two men. Copia thought to himself that he wanted to show off his brightest student to the robed man from the church, he was out to impress him. Which made Copia roll his eyes inwardly.

“Copia, this is Papa Emeritus 2...” the Cardinal said introducing him to the stoic man stood in front of him.

Copia got to his feet and dusted himself off… the small rat running into his pocket for safety and offered his hand to Secondo.

“Papa, hi... Pleased to meet you, I am… Copia”. He smiled and offering his hand.

The man just stood looking at him as if he were observing some animal in a zoo, his face so straight and without emotion that you could not tell even for a moment what he was thinking. It was like he was studying him, and Copia had no idea why. He was no different to any of the other orphans here... Just an ordinary boy, with no family... He just existed.

It took a moment, but the man finally said Hello in return, although you could tell it took him a lot to get the words out, his voice was horse and was followed with a small cough. He never took Copias hand. A few moments later the man announced that he had seen enough, and they turned and left. It left Copia confused by the whole situation, it was just strange, and something did not feel right about it. He was beginning to wonder if something were going on that nobody was telling him, it could be that the church had heard about his fights with Marco, and he was in trouble...  but he shrugged it off all the same. Whatever it is, I am sure it will reveal itself in time and as much as he hoped he wasn’t in trouble, there was no grantees. Copia sat back down and returned to his book. His mind racing from the interaction but the safety of the book lulling him back to comfort.

It wasn’t long until the door opened again. Copia didn’t look up from his book this time, he thought if he kept his head down, no one else would bother him.

In that moment Celestina came bounding over to him.

“Hi Copia, what are you doing?” she said sitting herself down next to him, grabbing his arm and tucking it in her own.

“Oh nothing, just reading... What else is there to do?” Copia responded with boredom in his voice.

“Well, if you're that bored… We could take a walk into the woods behind the church, its lovely outside…” Celestina suggested.

Copia looked up at her and met her smiling gaze. He didn’t want to leave the library in truth, but he wanted to spend some time with her while they had free time to do what they wanted. So, he nodded in agreement. “Okay, but we take lunch… I skipped breakfast” he said holding his rumbling stomach.

Celestina smiled a bright toothy smile back at him, as if she had just won a prize at the circus. “Yay... Okay, I’ll grab us some sandwiches... Meet you by the gate in half an hour?” she said standing to her feet and rushing out the library door before Copia could even answer. It made him smile. She was so sweet that even when he was having trouble keeping his thoughts straight, she was the perfect cure for it.  His short life had been a lonely one, and she made things feel less like he was alone in the world.

He got to his feet and peeked into his pocket to check on Ratto, fast asleep. He smiled. Popped his books back into their organised piles and walked out the library door towards the gates to meet Celestina.

He reached the gate and looked around; it was quiet out today. Even the birds sounded like they were taking a break from singing. The sun was high, and it was warm. The sun illuminating his pale skin and making his eyes sparkle more than they normally would. It was nice to feel the air on his skin, maybe Celestina was right, maybe this would be good for him. it wasn’t long until she arrived, whipping Copia out of his mind and back into her.

“Let's go…” she said with excitement “I've got sandwiches...” she tapped her pocket with a smile.

Copia wrapped his arm into hers and they set off walking into the woods. It wasn’t long until she was running ahead of him, balancing on rocks and hunting for whatever treasures the woods held within. She looked happy, in her element, and that made Copia happy. They found a small tree by the river to nestle under and it wasn’t long until they were discussing all the universe had to offer. Celestina pulled the sandwiches from her pocket and tossed a bundle over to Copia. They unpacked them and sat eating, celestina resting her head on Copias chest as they sat in silence listening to the world going by.

“Do you think it’s always going to be like this Copia?” she asked...

“Like what? What do you mean?” he replied, a small smile forming on his face.

“Us, together... Like this” she said in a quiet voice, obviously embarrassed by her confession.

Copias smile widened. “If that’s what you want. I’m here” he said pushing his hands through her hair, comforting her.

She looked up at him and her eyes widened, sparkling in the sunlight and she closed the gap between them. Their lips meeting for the first time, in a soft comforting embrace. In that moment the world faded away, and all Copia could think about was how they were going to take on the world together. Celestina, Ratto and him, together forever. They sat there till dusk talking about what they could do in the future. Copia holding her in his arms, thumbing circles into her wrist as they spoke.  They both knew that they wanted to stay within the satanic church, they both knew they wanted to continue their studies and that was enough for now, their relationship could blossom as they grew together.

As dusk approached, Copia wrapped his arms around Celestina and told her that it was time they headed back to the church before anyone reported them both missing. They picked themselves up out of the comfort of the bubble they had created and walked back towards the church, arriving as it was teatime and they headed to get there evening meal. Spaghetti. Copia thanked his lucky stars that it was his favourite and piled the spaghetti high. They sat together, enjoying the last few hours of the day before a sister approached them.

“Copia, are you finished? The cardinal needs to speak with you?” she said to him.

Copia looked at her in interest... “What does he want with me? Twice in one day? That’s more than I’ve seen him all month?” he questioned.

“I'm sure it’s nothing Copia, follow me” she said.

Copia got to his feet and looked back at Celestina with a sad smile, sad that today had ended in him being called away but praying to the dark lord that he wasn’t about to be shouted at for fighting.

They arrived at the Cardinals office and the sister looked at Copia, she had a sad smile on her face. He didn’t know why she would look at him like that… but he smiled back at her as he walked through the door.

“Copia, please... Come in, sit.”

Copia took a seat across the desk from the Cardinal.

“Cardinal, have I done something wrong?” he asked.

“No, no boy. Nothing wrong at all…” he put Copia's mind at ease.

“But I do have some news, as you remember this morning you met Papa Emeritus 2, he is the head of the satanic church, as I'm sure you are aware. I have been conversing with him about your studies and your interest in learning…

He’s requested that you be moved to the main abbey in Europe, and that you continue your studies there at the abbey”. the Cardinal announced...

Copias eyes widened... His thoughts racing a million miles an hour. “But what, what about my friends? What about Celestina?” Copia gasped out a reply.

“Your pet is yours to keep... But your friend Celestina, she is in our care and will remain so”.

“I can’t leave her... I can’t leave her here alone”. He said become distressed.

“Unfortunately, Copia, you have no choice in the matter. This is for the best. You leave tomorrow morning... I suggest you go and pack your things” the Cardinal answered becoming short with him.

“But, but... What's the hurry? But... but... Why me?”  Copia cried out, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

“Papa wants you there as soon as possible, so you can settle into your studies. You’re smart Copia, you should thank the dark lord that he has chosen this path for you. Now, go pack your things, I will send someone to collect you in the morning” The Cardinal answered.

“So, I don’t even get to say goodbye?” Copia asked him.

“This is a matter of urgency Copia...” he answered, ending the conversation.

Copia got to his feet and opened the door, leaving without another word... He did not think he would be able to muster another word anyway. Copia felt defeated, as though his world was collapsing around him. It appears the moment his life was starting to click into place that the universe had other ideas. It broke his heart to think that he could not say goodbye to Celestina, but the church would allow him to write to her at least. At least then he would be able to explain why after they had just shared their first kiss that he had disappeared. He did not want her to think this was his doing, he did not want her to think bad of him. He cared for her, and she was all he wanted.

He walked back to his dorm in silence, sniffling out a small cry and trying to hide his face from people he passed, he did not want them to see him like this, he didn’t want them to see him weak. He closed the dorm door behind him and stood with his back against the door. Looking around at his things and everything he had collected in his short life; it was all in this room.

He should be happy that the head of the satanic church has taken notice of him, that he was going somewhere his intelligence could be applied, where he could learn more than he ever thought possible, but he couldn’t be, he couldn’t be happy because he was leaving behind one of the only things in his life, he had grown close too.  Running his hands through his mousey brown hair he started to gather his books, his journals full of his studies and what little clothes he had. He collected Ratto’s box with his scarf inside. Laying down on his bed... Drifting into a deep slumber, complete exhaustion took over.

Copia woke in the middle of the night, dripping in sweat, the lingering nightmare he was having following him to his wake. Instead, it was not just his nightmare this time, it was his reality. What would have been a dream of a new life some months ago had now turned sour. He looked over at his clock, it had just passed mid-night. He sat up on the bed and looked across the room at his things that he had packed. The moon light casting a faint glow throughout the room, he sighed deeply and grabbed one of his journals and started to write.

C,

I am so sorry; they did not give me chance to come and say good-bye. They have moved me to the abbey in Europe to help me further my studies. Papa Emeritus has requested. I know its sudden. They would not let me stay; I did try but the cardinal would not listen. I will try to write when I get to the abbey. I promise I will not forget about you; I will come back for you, I promise.

C

He teared out the page and folding it into a small little square and wrote a big C on the front, he stood for a moment thumbing the pages as if she would somehow feel his comfort. He began digging through his books, he found the copy of Dante’s Inferno and placed it in the pages. He knew she would look for something that reminded her of                                        him, he knew she would remember when she laughed at him for reading Dante’s Inferno and right now, he could only think of the time she helped clean his wounds after a beating from Marco. She was smart enough; He was sure she would find it. He lay back down on his bed and placed the book on his chest and as he did, he drifted back off to sleep.

Morning soon came with a rough knock on the door, it did not sound like the regular sister that would normally arrive if they needed something. Copia lifted his head and brushed his hair out of his face...

“Come in…”

a tall figure walked into the room, masked... He looked at Copia as if he were examining him.

“Excuse me, I’m here to collect your things” the ghoul said to him.

“Oh… “Copia said and looked over at his things.

The ghoul nodded and picked up his things in one swoop, it looked pitiful that all he had was a bag and a box of books to his name.

Copia sighed as the ghoul looked back at him.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to be fine.” the ghoul said to him trying to smile but it wound up looking a little concerning. Like a wounded animal, more than a smile. The ghoul looked young for a ghoul, maybe he was just getting used to being earthside.

Copia looked up at him and tried to smile back.

“Are you ready??” The ghoul said to Copia as Copia straightened his clothes…

“Si, Si… Let us go” Copia said as he walked over to his desk, placing the book down. Knowing full well that one of the sisters would come in and take it back to its rightful place. He knew Celestina, He knew she would find it.

He followed the ghoul through the church and out towards a black car that looked statelier and grander than he had ever seen before. Nobody came to greet him or say goodbye. He took one last look at the church, taking in every small detail, gazing at the windows as if to see Celestina appear.

The ghoul opened the car door and Copia got inside. The ghoul got into the front of the car and looked back at Copia in the mirror, started the engine and off they set off into Copias new life. Copia had left the place he called home for all his life, he was off somewhere new… somewhere he did not know, somewhere he knew no one. His stomach churned and the thought made him feel sick.

When they arrived at the airport, Copia noticed again that the plane they were using was not a normal plane that would carry hundreds of passengers, of course he had never flown in a plane, but this was small, a private charter. They were certainly going out of their way for a small orphan boy, Copia thought to himself. He settled into his seat and after the ghoul had loaded his belongings, he sat across from Copia as the plane took off.

Copia looked at the ghoul who was eyeing him through his mask, he thought this might be a suitable time to strike up conversation.

“So, what’s your name?” he asked the ghoul.

The ghouls’ eyes narrowed, and he smiled “Oh that doesn’t matter…”

Copia felt shot down and looked down at his hands.

The ghoul noticed “Really, its ok. you do not need to know. Just call me ghoul...” He laughed.

Copia looked back up at him... “A nameless ghoul? Don’t you want your own identity?” he smiled…

The ghoul just smiled back him and Copia got the hint and pulled out his book, His small rat running out onto his knee, looking for comfort.

“Oh, what’s that, a stow away?” The ghoul said eyeing the small rodent.

“This is my friend, Ratto. He is my little travel companion” Copia said looking down at the small brown rat.

“Would he like a cracker?” The ghoul said, pulling out a packet of crackers from thin air.

“I’m sure he would love that...”  Copa smiled at the ghoul, taking the cracker from him.

Copia broke up the cracker into little pieces and placed it on his lap, where Ratto tucked into his breakfast. He picked his book back up and started to read, glancing every now and then back at the Ghoul who’s eyes where transfixed on the rat. After a few hours the plane came to a halt, they had landed. Copia looked out of the small window to see the same type of car waiting. He placed Ratto back in his pocket with the remaining crumbs of the cracker. They climbed into the black car, and they set off again.

 It was evening by the time they arrived at the abbey, it was starting to get dark. The outside of the abbey was very well lit, it looked like something you would see in a gothic painting Copia thought to himself. A high pointed window with stained glass depicting Lucifers fall from heaven, letting its colours spill out into the front court of the abbey, it looked stunning, and he was amazed. He was a far cry away from the orphanage now, and he could tell.

[hardynwa]

Yoruba Actor, Fadeyi Oloro Solicits for Financial Support as he Faces Eviction From Lagos Home

Veteran Yoruba actor Ojo Arowosafe, popularly known as Fadeyi Oloro, is in dire straits as his landlord has given him a six months quit notice from the building he presently occupies. Mr Arowosafe, who played Fadeyi Oloro in a Yoruba TV series titled ‘Arelu’ in the 80s, has been ill for over three years. His daughter, who joined an Instagram live session with popular OAP Daddy Freeze on Thursday night, shared details of her father’s predicament. She revealed that her father’s landlord served them an eviction notice for failing to pay his rent, the amount she did not specify. She said in January, doctors at the University College Hospital (UCH) in Ibadan diagnosed her dad with kidney-related ailments, among other things. In December 2021, the actor cried out to Nigerians seeking financial assistance amidst health challenges. Health, other challenges Also in the session was Sunday Ajana, a staff of TVC Communications who reported about the actor a month ago. He said that after the report, he was fortunate to get a call from a medical doctor in UCH who offered to render medical assistance. ‘‘The doctor conducted some medical tests. Baba complained about the swelling of his legs. He has had that issue for about three years. About two years ago, he went to TB Joshua but still experienced a little pain. ‘‘The doctor told us that the kidney-related issues stem from the excessive use of traditional herbs, popularly known as agbo. So he recommended certain drugs. Now he is being treated for that,” he said. Reprieve Meanwhile, reprieve appears to have come the way of the veteran actor as a London-based preacher, Tobi Adegboyega, donated the sum of N3m towards completing the actor’s building project. Daddy Freeze earlier pledged on behalf of the members of his group, the Free Nation Church, to raise the sum of N3m to assist in completing the veteran actor’s building project. Midway through the interview session, Pastor Adegboyega, the founder of Salvation Proclaimers Anointed Church (SPAC Nation), joined the live stream where he extolled the life and times of the veteran actor. He said, “I was young, but we all watched Baba Fedeyi Oloro growing up. He is one of our legends in Africa and Baba, and we wave; we thank you for the great work you’ve done to promote Nigeria and Africa. “We are proud of you. I will give you N3m to give Baba. Daddy Freeze, thank you for this. Thank you for celebrating. It’s very heartwarming, I must say. I pray that we will have a country that will celebrate our people, that celebrate our legends and keeps them good. It’s sad to see how Nigeria treats its legends in sports.” Background Born September 15, 1957, in Ekiti State, Nigeria, Mr Arowosafe is an actor and producer. Fadeyi has starred in many Yoruba movies like, ‘Alagbara Ilu’, ‘Jagun Ina’, ‘Inu Bibi’, ‘IJA Abija’, ‘Osimi Ika’, ‘Adani Lori’, ‘Fitu Fona’, ‘Ruke Rudo’,’ Bola Ele’, ‘Ade Ogun’ and many others. Some of the most notable productions he has starred in include ‘Jelili’ (2011), ‘Inubibi’ (2007) and ‘Akoni Méfà’ (2003). Read the full article

[sconnie-doesnt-know]

Keep Pure Their Hearts

Characters - Andy Barber x Reader, Priest!Andy Barber

Word Count - Approx 5800 (holy hell I am sorry, what is pwp?)

Warnings - Oh lots of corruption in a Catholic church, language, fingering, unprotected sex

A/N - this is my horrendously late fic for the “Perfect Hoeliday Treat” challenge by these lovelies: @navybrat817 @drabblewithfrannybarnes @stargazingfangirl18 I will include the prompt card at the end. Also, this is heavy on the Catholic references, but basically you just need to know a sacristy can be plain or pretty ornate and it’s kind of a dressing room/storage room for items for the mass. Much love to the aforementioned Carly for her help as well as @river-soul​ because they both made this happen. k, ilu, bye

The wheezing sound of the organ greets you before the heavy wooden door opens, blasting you with a warm breeze that smells like incense and old books. The same way the church has smelled since you were a child and you can remember scrunching your nose at it then, just the way you do now. You quickly srpinkle holy water over yourself in a rushed sign of the cross. Patricia nods at you from her perch at the organ, dutifully playing through pages of music as parishioners enter and shuffle into the pews, her face blank with concentration as she turns the sheet of music.

The coat rack is hidden down a side hall, and as you near, you hear a light giggle and shushing. You smirk and shake your head, shrugging off your coat as you approach, recognizing the frantic voices trying to hide.

“Kendra. Michael,” you greet them with a whisper, fighting a smile when you hear them curse. “The service starts soon, make sure you straighten up before you find your seats.”

They both groan from behind the hanging coats, but dutifully thank you as you walk away, heading further down the dark hall into the sacristy, knocking before you enter.

“Come in.”

Opening the door you catch a glance of Andy’s backside, all in black before slipping his robe overhead. Internally you grunt in appreciation. This man is wasted in this profession.

“Father Barber,” you say with exaggerated reverence and a small smile.

He scowls at you before rolling his eyes as he smooths down the front of his clothes.

“Why can’t you be normal and just call me Andy?”

“Sure, Father Andy,” you reply with a grin.

“Was getting worried you wouldn’t make it.” He straightens his collar, “Seeing as you missed every Sunday mass this month.”

Pursing your lips, you don’t answer and instead duck your head with embarrassment. He rubs his hands over his beard. “How’s it looking out there?”

“Well, a lot of people were still filing in when I pulled up, but it’s a decent crowd. And if the leaders of your youth group would stop making out by the coat racks, there would be at least two more people in the pews.”

“Damn,” he hisses under his breath and shakes his head before looking up. ”Kendra and Michael? By the coat rack, huh?” he asks.

Your expression matches his, no doubt remembering your own youth…and the time in the eighth grade when Andy stumbled on you and another boy from your class playing tonsil hockey in the same hidden spot after Confirmation practice. His youthful face had turned bright red, jaw dropped in shock as he sputtered out apologies, pulling down several coats and hangers in his struggle to get away from the scene.

“It’s the real hot spot in this place,” you tell him.

“This is a house of worship, not a hook-up venue.”

“That sounds an awful lot like what Father Malone said after you snitched on me.”

“Father Malone was better than me,” he sighs.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” he lowers his head. “He just knew what he was doing, that’s all.”

The Archdiocese let him know just weeks before of the decision to sell the property and combine three dwindling local parishes together to meet budget constraints.

You walk up to him, picking a piece of lint off the robe. “Andy,” you sigh his name softly, “You have been a bright spot since you came back here. You’ve done everything right.”

“Sometimes…I just,” he pauses and turns toward you, his eyes staring into yours as you watch him calculate his next words. “I just don’t understand God’s will,” he finally admits.

If he were anyone else, or at least not your priest-slash-friend, you wouldn’t have hesitated to grab him and kiss him senseless until he was comforted, but he’s not. So, the shake of your head is the best answer you can give him, hoping he understands that you don’t know what to say. “It’s just about midnight. I am going to sit and get ready for the service.”

“Will you stay a little afterward once everyone’s gone?”

“Sure. Everything okay?”

He nods just once. You pause, waiting to see if he has anything else to add, but he stays quiet. 

You turn to walk out, heading past the altar to sit at the small row of seats reserved for the lector or those participating in the services. The church is more full than usual, but that’s expected for the Christmas Midnight Mass. You wonder how many of them have come out of guilt or some other obligation, knowing it’s the last significant event before the doors are shuttered for good. 

Patricia changes the tune, playing a processional as Andy enters, flanked by two altar boys. 

The rest is routine; the same you’ve gone through countless Sundays, Holy Days, and sacraments throughout the years. You follow the steps, recite the prayers and blessings on cue, all without much thought.

The only surprise is Ransom. You eye him up as he shuffles along behind a grim-looking Linda and falsely pious Joni in the slow line to receive the Eucharist. Even in a house of God, he has zero shame, eye-fucking you the whole time with a troublesome grin plastered on his face. You’re assisting by offering the sacramental wine, standing a few feet to the side of Andy as he hands out the wafers.

‘Oh my god, not here. Don’t fucking do this here, Ransom.’ your mind begs as he saunters over to you, making a show of slowly putting the wafer on his tongue.

He stops in front of you, expectantly, waiting for you to tip the goblet to his lips for him. You do, silently, keeping eye contact as he takes a sip.

“Little dry,” he whispers. “Bet you’re not though.”

“Shut up,” you plea between gritted teeth while ignoring the stupid swoop in your belly.

“Sweetheart, this dress.” he says, eyeing you up and down and ignoring anyone passing or waiting behind him, “Just got you added to the naughty list.”

The dress is anything but scandalous, yet heat spreads over your neck and cheeks. You catch movement on your side as Andy shifts. His own gaze of disapproval focused on Ransom before turning back to the person in front of him.

“Not that you weren’t there already, especially if you’re wearing that little lace thing underneath-”

“Ransom, there’s a line,” you try to quiet him and fail spectacularly since he continues.

“Which, if you are, come on over when you’re done with the monk over there and let me unwrap you. Make it a real Merry Christmas.” Ransom winks and goes back to his seat, but for the rest of the service you can’t help but squirm, wondering how many others were paying attention and how much Andy might have heard.

It’s a slow procession as everyone leaves, taking their time to wish a Merry Christmas to Andy, or to lament the impending closure of the parish. You dawdle while cleaning up the pews, replacing all the hymnals and picking up the leftover church bulletins; offering your own smiles and well-wishes to those who stop while waiting for the last of them to leave while carefully avoiding the Thrombey and Drysdale clan, but not missing their arguing as they leave.

As the last of them make the way to the exit, you follow to help Andy lock the doors, the cold air blowing through the vestibule. You stay at the entrance with him for another few moments, watching the cars exit the parking lot, the tail lights disappearing. 

“You alright?” You gently press.

Without looking away from the window he answers, “Sure.”

It feels wrong to speak any louder than a whisper, your quiet, “Okay” barely seems like more than a breath, but he seems to hear it. When he heads back inside toward the altar to blow out the candles and replace the pages for the readings you watch him. It makes your heart ache to see such a beautiful temptation illuminated by strings of lights woven around the wreaths and trees arranged around the altar below the darkened stained glass. 

He was always quiet and brooding, even when you were teens. It was what sparked your crush by tenth grade when he had grown out of the awkward, gangly stage and turned into a thoughtful, well-spoken, two-sport athlete. Though, by that time he started to date Laurie, keeping her on his arm through the rest of high school. However, it didn’t stop you from flirting when you had class together, or snagging a dance from him during prom, but you and everyone else assumed that he and Laurie would have been married with kids a few years after graduation.

Instead, she went away to college and never came back after he broke her heart, deciding on religious studies and seminary school. It was unexpected to have him return to your childhood parish to take over the assignment from Father Malone, the old priest that constantly smelled like mothballs and stale coffee, but a very welcome surprise. It might have even helped to inspire yourself and others to be more diligent in your mass attendance, but many of them dropped off again once the novelty wore off. 

You stayed - not necessarily renewed in your faith, but glad to have him as a friend again.

The tension he carries makes the air feel heavy. The curiosity of the situation makes your stomach swirl, but you follow his lead, entering the sacristy again after he does, tisking at the way the altar boys had thrown their robes over the table in a rush to leave.

“You’re not doing the early mass, are you?” You ask, shaking out and hanging up the robes as Andy pulls his own over his head.

“No.”

Sighing heavily, you wait to see if he will add anything else, but he doesn’t. It almost seems as though he’s ignoring you as he takes his time, straightening out the robes in the closet, sliding hangers back and forth.

Waiting him out is a losing game. You’ve tried and failed before; his level of patience unmatched and probably how he’s drawn out confessions and secrets some were sworn to take to the grave. Some of your own included.

“Is someone hosting you tomorrow? Or do you have to be here?” You try to start the conversation again. He’s either ignoring you or deciding how he wants to answer, so you start poking around at the items on the desk and running your finger over the edges of one elaborate book.

“Oh hello,” you hum to yourself, folding open the box lid and finding a package of communion wafers. You rip open the plastic as if it’s a package of Ritz crackers, popping one in your mouth and crunching before a small groan of annoyance comes from Andy’s side of the room.

He’s looking at you like a parent scolding a child, eyebrows raised and head tilted.

“What? You’re being boring. It’s not like they’re blessed. It’s after one in the morning and I’m hungry.” You shrug and grab another to pop into your mouth. They aren’t satisfying, but at least they aren’t the same Styrofoam wafers you remember from childhood.

Andy reaches into a cabinet behind him, grabbing some snack size bags of chips and tossing one your way. You catch it and nod at the case of altar wine behind his shoulder, “Better. And how about something to drink?”

He stays stone faced.

“Come on, Andy. It’s Christmas, and what’s gonna happen to all of this? It’s gonna get raided and hoarded when they come to move everything. It’s the big guy’s birthday so let’s do it right.”

His expression doesn’t change, but he does pop the top off one and takes a swig, making you laugh.

“Knew you had it in you.”

The room is sparsely furnished, but there are a couple of folding chairs you’ve set out to lounge on. The bright fluorescent overhead lights are off in favor of the small yellowed light of the desk lamp while you spend some time reminiscing. The bottle gets passed back and forth and while it’s not the strongest wine, it helps to loosen things up. Andy’s smile is still strained, but the hard edge is gone.

“So,” he speaks up after a quiet moment, “You and Ransom, huh?”

“What?!” The surprise is genuine, not expecting Andy to comment on it, but the apathy is harder to fake, “No. Nuh uh. I don’t know what his deal tonight is-was. Is.”

He laughs outright at that then leans forward to take the bottle from you, tilting it back in a hefty sip. “I should let you know that the confessional booth doesn’t allow as much anonymity as most people think. Plus, he’s loud.”

There’s that heat, burning at your skin again, bright hot all at once. Your lips part and your breath goes shallow and shaky as he sits up and then leans forward into your space as he continues, his eyes almost dark in the dim light.

“The worst part is that it is Ransom.” The name comes out of his mouth with a sneer.

Your voice comes out weak when you finally catch your breath to defend yourself. “It isn’t Ransom. I mean, it was, as in past tense.”

“As in last weekend? And all the weekends before that?”

Your mouth hanging open is all the response you can give.

“Yeah, he, uh, felt the need to confess for not keeping the Sabbath apparently. Oh and for quote making you scream loud enough to wake the saints. Details I didn’t need, but that’s Ransom, right? And you always liked the bad boys.”

The snort erupts between your laughter. “Oh my god, he didn’t! But really?” You lower your voice in a silly imitation, “The bad boys? You almost sound jealous.” You struggle to suck in a breath under the weight of his gaze. “I had no idea you kept such a close watch on my dating history.”

Andy’s face lights up, eyes wide with outrage as he leans in. “I’m not, and yes. He’s a bad guy. The things he’s done? Most of the time he’s here to gloat, not confess because there’s not much I can do about it. I can’t believe what he’s done to people and gotten away with, and still,” he pauses, one brow arching and jaw ticking, “He manages to somehow land someone as wonderful as you and squander it.”

A flush covers his cheeks where his beard doesn’t cover. A rush of foolish confidence washes over you, silencing any sane thought of restraint you might have had just moments ago.

“Wellll. Maayybe I stuck around with a few bad boys because I never had a chance with any of the good ones.” You hold his gaze meaningfully for just a few seconds, but it’s enough to make his eyes widen a little as your words sink in. Nerves make your skin tingle and stomach flip, so you try to deflect the rising tension, “Do you think I’ve done enough penance? I think just knowing Ransom is enough of a punishment.”

You try to laugh, but it’s more of an uncomfortable huff of breath.

“Three Hail Mary’s should top you off.” Another beat of silence. Andy stands and sets the bottle of wine on a table, leaning against it with his arms crossed. “I have no idea how to say any of this. So I, uh, just wanted to let you know I don’t plan to take an assignment at the new parish.” His voice is soft, but the words are rushed, strained. 

When you look at him again, his eyes are staring intently at the carpeting.

“Are you getting a promotion or something? Going somewhere else?” You stare up at him, wrinkling your forehead in confusion. “Is that what you want?”

“No.” He puts a hand at the edge of the table while the other moves up and undoes the clerical collar from around his neck, setting the stiff white band on the table. “I want something else. I’m not supposed to, but I do. I always have. So, I intend to leave the priesthood, request dispensation and put it all behind me.” 

“That’s a lot. A big decision.” You slowly get up and work your way toward him with your arms open, silently asking for permission to embrace him in a hug. He shifts a little, allowing your arms to wrap around his chest, pressing your hands against his back and holding him tightly against you. He lowers his mouth to your shoulder, taking deep breaths as you listen to his heart start to race in his chest. “Why?” You shakily ask.

“I can’t keep doing this. It feels wrong telling people they’re sinners when I want what they have. When I can only think about living a completely different life.” He murmurs the words against your skin, tickling you and setting your heart off on a race.

You pull away slightly, turning toward him and brushing your cheek against his bearded jaw, stopping just short of his mouth, eyes catching on the open collar of his black shirt. He rubs his hands up and down your back and the two of you almost slip into a swaying motion, bodies constantly shifting like you aren’t sure what to do with yourselves. All fondness and terror like it’s the end of a first date; that thought startling you enough to ask the burning question, “What kind of life?”

He pulls further back, clear blue eyes staring intently into your own. “You’re not drunk, right? This is all going to be okay tomorrow?”

You squint at him, but hold back any snark due to how serious he looks. “I am not drunk, and that depends.”

He briefly looks panicked, “On what?”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever consequences you’re about to face. “God, I hope we’re on the same page.”

You tip your jaw up, pressing your lips to his, eyes scrunched closed and stomach quivering with both dread and excitement. Seconds drag on until he lets out a small sigh, and then his lips purse against your own, kissing you back. You make a noise of relief and satisfaction, then tip your head into a more comfortable position while he slowly responds, lips hesitant to move with yours even though his body trembles beneath your touch.

The kiss comes to an end naturally, both of you pulling away to breathe, sharing air and clinging tightly together.

“Is that going to be okay tomorrow?” You whisper. 

He stays quiet. Seconds seem like eternity and the walls seem to collapse around you. Feeling him pull away, the space between you cools and you suck in air through shaking breaths. Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel the tears well up. A few tiny drops escape and roll down your cheeks, wetting his palm as he mutters a harsh curse.

“Wow. That was so inappropriate. I am so sorry, Andy. Sorry.” Your voice breaks during your frantic rambling and struggle to get away. “Holy shit! You took vows, and, and I can’t do this to you. Oh my god I am so s-sorry. What did I just do?”

“I wanted that.” His nose nudges yours when he closes the space between you again. “It’s all I’ve wanted for a while now.”

He pushes against you, lips easily finding yours again with eager kisses. The tip of his tongue tickles at your lips, but he doesn’t press further. His hand slips to the back of your neck, holding you tightly, while the other moves to your hip.

The kiss is passionate, but stalls out after a few moments, leaving the both of you quietly grunting with frustration. The realization hits you at the same time he confesses - 

“It’s been so long. I don’t - I’m not sure what-”

You pull back and stop him with a shake of your head.  “Nothing has to happen.”

Looking back into his eyes, it’s impossible to miss the quick flashes of hurt, embarrassment, panic and the hand on your hip slackens. This time he thinks you’re rejecting him.

“Andy,” you grab his hand and set it firmly on your hip, “I don’t want you to rush anything.” You shake your head, but it’s with a smile to reassure him. “No matter what happens tonight or tomorrow or never, I am your friend. I really like this, and you, so I was saying, nothing has to happen. Or…” You push his hand further down along the curve of your cheek to crease where it meets the top of your thigh and encourage him to squeeze, “Something can happen.”

The words are barely out of your mouth when he grabs a handful of your ass and presses his hips against you. A whimper, an actual whimper, escapes from him when he leans in to kiss you again, holding you still as he writhes against you. His hold on you makes you want to lift your leg, so you do, and his hand slides from your ass right down your thigh until it cradles the back of your knee. With this angle, you rut against him, feeling the hard length of him trapped in his trousers and pulling another soft whimper and shudder from him.

“Hang on, hang on,” he gasps, slowing the kiss and loosening the hold on the back of your neck and letting go of your leg to let you stand on your own again. 

Your arms wrapped around him also loosen as you start to stroke up and down his back, tickling here and there with the tips of your fingers.

“Too exciting for you already?” You delicately ask.

He chuckles, “Like I said, it’s been a while.”

Your eyes go wide and you lean away again, making him groan in frustration this time. “Like…” You struggle to find the words to say, “Not even by yourself kind of a while? Are you not allowed to? That’s just cruel.”

He smiles, soft and sweet and amused. “I’m not that cruel, even to myself. It’s just,” he breathes deeply, letting the air out slowly, “It’s you. This beautiful woman who has been my friend for so long, who doesn’t even know how much she’s teased me, who’s been out of reach since we were kids. And you’re here with me - finally like this. It’s - it’s a lot.”

“Are you saying you wanted to make out with me by the coat rack?”

His laugh lights up his face, eyes closing as he throws his head back a little. “Yeah, can you blame me?”

“We can. If you want,” You laugh in return, tilting your head toward the direction of the doorway. 

“No,” he chuckles, “You’re kidding me. Now you wanna make out with me by the coat rack?”

“Nuh uh, Andy. No joke,” you tilt your head up and kiss his lips softly, teasingly, then place another kiss on his bearded cheek. His hands gently rest at your waist again.

Your next soft kiss lands on his neck, right at the line of exposed skin where his beard stops, then another right next to that spot, then another until you make your way up near his ear to whisper, “But I don’t want to just make out with you, I want to blow you.”

You can hear the beginning of his response, but it’s cut off by another groan when your hand swiftly slides down over the front of his pants, cupping him through the fabric and feeling him throb. And oh, just the feel of what he’s got to offer makes you start to ache. Loosening the belt you push for a response, “Unless that’s too much?”

“Everything is too much right now.”

You stop again, pulling back to look into his eyes. “You can trust me, Andy. I’m not gonna hurt you. I know this isn’t easy.”

“I do trust you. So much that this is all - it’s almost too easy.” He leans forward into another kiss, smiling as you respond.

“I am so going to hell.” The words come out as you yank the belt undone and surge to meet him.

Andy’s hands start to ruck up the bottom of your dress, “But first,” he gasps then moves to kiss down the side of your neck, nipping at your earlobe, “Will you take me to heaven?”

Letting out a breathy laugh, you start to untuck his shirt and pull the buttons loose one by one. “We will have to work on that dirty talk, but I have faith in you.” 

“Fiat tibi sicut vis.” He groans, leaning closer, mouth sucking at a spot that makes you moan.

“That works,” You start to undress, removing the dress and showing off the bra and panty set hiding beneath. 

“Is this the lacey thing that Ransom was talking about?” He asks, tracing a finger along the exposed curve of your breast, admiring the way the color of the fabric looks against your skin.

You hum, smiling, “It’s a lacey thing, but not the lacey thing. We’ll work up to that.”

His gulp is audible. Between more kisses, shoes, his shirt, and pants get dropped in messy piles. Andy’s shoulders are dusted with freckles which your eyes follow to the chest hair over his pecs which narrows into a line down his stomach. The view stops abruptly at the top of his boxers and your hand reaches for another feel, gently squeezing him over the thin fabric. 

You glance around you, noticing a counter behind you and start to back into it, sliding your fingers into the tops of your panties and stepping out of them when they slide down to your ankles.

His moves just a step after you, watching the action and clenching his eyes shut when you finally reveal yourself to him. Inhaling deeply through his nose, he follows your lead and drops his boxers down his legs, leaving them on the floor by yours. His cock - thick and looking almost painfully hard - is gorgeous.

You let out a needy whine, pussy clenching as your mind races with dirty thoughts.

“C’mere,” you beckon with a finger.

His hands are on you instantly, roaming over every curve and dip before gripping your thigh and pulling your leg up over his hip again while you rest against the edge of the counter.

Resuming the position from earlier, your hands rest on his shoulders, his one hand holds your leg up and the other tentatively makes its way down the curve of your breast, ticking you with the tips of his fingers and circling your nipple over the fabric. Goosebumps rise over your skin before he starts to trail down further, winding his way over the curve by your hip bone and back until tracing the crease leading to the vee of your thighs.

“Tell me what feels good,” he softly requests.

You swallow heavily and nod, “I will.”

Then his fingers slide over your slit, caressing the slickness smeared there already. It’s so gentle, almost tickling and makes you shudder in a breath.

“Keep going,” you tilt into his touch.

His press goes harder, sliding through your folds and just exploring, tips of his fingers dipping into you slightly before pulling out and moving to circle your clit. Over and over he teases until he’s mapped you out, listening intently to your sharp gasps when he plots out a certain spot.

“Feel me, please,” you beg, voice strained.

The hand holding your leg on his hip flexes in a silent signal to keep it there before pressing at your lower back, holding you against him as he slides his middle finger deep into you. Moaning at the intrusion you hook your leg tighter around his thigh, hoping for more. After a few strokes, he adds another finger while rubbing the heel of his palm against your clit.

His hips rut against you, his cock leaking and spreading wetness over your belly, adding to the way he consumes you, kissing over your cheeks and lips while you moan at the feel of it all.

“Andy, baby you feel so good.” He grunts in response. You gingerly move a hand from around his neck and slide it between the two of you, gripping his cock and pulling a strangled noise from him. “Do you want…”

Stopping yourself from voicing it fully, you suddenly feel too shy to say it. That is until he nips at that spot by the base of your neck that makes you tremble, “Do I what?”

Catching your breath, you kiss along his collarbone, feeling him tremble in response, too.

“Do you want me?” You whisper.

Andy nudges you to move, pulling his fingers from you and standing up to his full height again.

He looks ready to worship you, to devour you and it makes you woozy with the rush of excitement. ”The way I’ve coveted you,” he pauses to draw in a shaky breath, “May God forgive me.”

His hands grab your hips to help move you onto the counter edge, sitting precariously for a second until he’s secure between your thighs. You lean on one hand, using the other to hold onto him; for his part, he holds one hand to your waist and grasps his cock with the other.

Moving the tip up and down your center, burning against your sensitive clit with the heat until you twitch and gasp. Then he angles the head, pushing a bit until he slides in further just at the entrance of your pussy, hesitating as his body starts to tense up.

“I’m here. It’s okay, Andy,” you whisper reassurances, kissing him and pulling your legs up until you can nudge his backside with your heels. “You have me.”

Letting go at the base of his cock, he reaches up to hold you at the nape of your neck, lips pressed to yours and sharing air while he slides into you. The slow intrusion spreads you, pussy clenching as each inch is given until reaching the base.

His eyes are clenched shut and a low moan escapes his throat. Your own mouth has gone dry from heavy breaths and you hold him there, inside you as you let the ache from the stretch settle into pleasure.

It feels like moments go by, but is little more than a beat or two before he pulls away and pushes back in, slicker and smoother this time. Then again, and again - each stroke brings a welcome ache stoking the pleasure sparking in the core of you.

It takes a few more strokes, but he finds a rhythm - slow and deep. Wet slick spreads over his cock, making lewd noises with the push and pull that mingles with the panting breaths from both of you. In and out, in and out, then stopping to gasp as he hits a certain spot. Then he starts up again in and out, in and out at a faster pace.

The pressure starts to build, and your hips start to tilt into his strokes, heels pulling him in harder when he thrusts and holding him against you to rub over your clit.

“Like that, Andy, like that,” you breathlessly pant. “Feels so good.”

He whines out a moan, “Yes, honey. Please. Come on.”

His hands hold you tight, using the leverage to push you into his hips with each drive into you, rubbing against your clit before pulling back to hit it again. 

Airy breaths punched from your lungs start to turn into high-pitched mewls, the crest of pleasure almost there. Reaching the edge, you summon the strength to your legs, pulling him into and against you, rocking against him as his pubic bone puts pressure to your sensitive bud and releasing a rush of warmth from your center throughout your body, burning you right down to your fingertips.

Pussy quivering around him, he presses further into you, swiveling his hips and riding the waves of your pleasure until his own peak hits him. His cock throbs inside of you as he releases, a choked out noise escaping when he reaches satisfaction. He pumps into you a few more times, body twitching and jerking with overwhelming pleasure.

The buzzing in your ears finally stops and the cloud of endorphins dissipates while you struggle to catch your breath. Your dewy skin cools quickly as a draft blows through the door, making you shiver in his hold.

“Shit. I’m sorry,” his voice is hoarse.

It feels like a slap to the face with how instantaneous his regret surfaces.

Stomach dropping like an anchor, you freeze out of panic. “It’s okay,” is all you can weakly offer as a response while you struggle to not make a run for it.

“I didn’t mean to do this here.” He breathes heavily, resting his forehead against yours as you stare at him with wide eyes. “I had a whole plan, it was going to be slow.” He pauses and shakes his head sorrowfully. “But then I heard Ransom, and I just…”

Like going on a steep hill on a rollercoaster, your stomach swoops back up and your head goes light with the sharp turn the apology is taking. It’s another second before Andy continues his confession.

“He can’t have you anymore. He doesn’t deserve you, and I know I come with a lot of baggage and have a lot to go through, but I want to be with you and start over.”

A small smile clears away the lines of tension on your face and your heartbeat settles into a much more acceptable rhythm. 

“You bastard!” You swat at this chest. He jerks back in shock, eyes already pleading with you for absolution. “Don’t apologize after sex like that, you freaked me out.” Relief washes over him as he sees your smile and hears the playful tone in your scolding.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly replies. 

“It’s fine. And Andy? I’m all yours. We’ll figure things out.” You run a hand through his hair, pulling him down for another kiss that you both smile into. “Do you think?”

He hums and pulls away, watching you expectantly.

“Before you’re done we can defile a few other places in here? I have some ideas for the space behind the altar.” You wiggle your eyebrows suggestively.

** oh boy did this fic fight me for a while (clearly), i hope it read well. comments and constructive criticism will always be welcome and appreciated. i admit that i was feeling rusty. **  

[energonbunny]

VENOM 2 SPOILERS READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

I got to see V2 today and here are some of my very Important notes:

-During an argument about what V can eat, Eddie responds that the two chickens they have in their apartment have brains and Venom goes “I MOST PASSIONATELY DISAGREE!”

-Venom also refuses to eat the chickens because they’re “friends” with each other

-The tire swing is there for Venom to bite when he gets really mad

-The holes in the ceiling are from 1. V+E chilling on the couch in the Venom suit and standing up and punching a hole through the ceiling with their head 2. Venom shoving Eddie into the ceiling

-Eddie literally grabs on to Venom’s goo and manhandles him. Venom allows this to an extent

-Venom grooms Eddie on their way to see Anne

-”Eddie, I apologize I cannot mend the heart” and then two seconds later “Must pull up your big boy pants and suck it up”

-so Eddie is still going around talking to himself and doesn’t even really bother too much with explaining it or hiding it

-This convo: Venom: YOU SUCK Eddie: *walks into the prison and to the guard stand* You suck! Guard Lady: Excuse me?! Eddie: ... Yeah, I don’t have an explanation for that

-”This is a ME thing and not a WE thing“ (which unless is in the comic I think is just a fanon thing? so that’s great)

-Eddie and Venom are arguing so Venom forces Eddie to just type ‘dik dik dik dik dik’ on his computer

-Eddie lying on the floor after chasing Venom out of him and smiling because Peace but then he hears smashing and yelling and looks out the window to see Venom destroying his bike lmao

-”SAYONARA” venom yells as he flicks Eddie off with an extended arm out of the new meat suit he hitched to

-”What would Venom do?” Eddie asks himself when he finds out Cletus has gotten out. I need #WWVD to start trending

-During the festival a woman in a mask says “Hello, gorgeous” to V and he responds “Sorry, no, not my type!”

-So during the festival there is a lady singing the song VENOM up on a stage and Venom literally hears his name called and looks dead at her as she keeps repeating the word and he thinks she’s calling him up to the stage. Like... that’s why he fucking goes up there lmao he thinks she’s inviting him up there

-Venom takes the mic from her and stands there for a few seconds and goes “Oh, shit...” because he doesn’t know what to say lmao

-What he says during his little speech at the very beginning literally makes it sound like Eddie has made him keep their relationship on the DL because they’re gay and in the closet and the crowd is appropriately horrified

-”I wish you could have seen me tonight, Eddie” MY HEART

-Eddie takes the chickens and abandons them in like a fountain area?? For some reason?? And has like a “you know this would have never worked out” moment with them, obviously in place of a missing Venom

-So Cletus gives Frances a warning before he reveals Carnage because he doesn’t want her to get scared and C+C bring out some tentacles and Frances goes “That is SO hot!” and honestly same girlie same

-We have actual confirmation that Venom did not need to tongue-fuck Eddie’s throat to go back to him after riding in Anne. In this movie Anne and Eddie hug and Venom transfers over! No kiss needed. Hell, I don’t think there was even any bare skin contact. I’m thriving

-This convo: Eddie: Looks like we’re going to a wedding Venom: Will there be canapes? Eddie: You bet your ass!

-A combined Venom+Eddie enter the church to confront Cletus and Frances. Cletus+Carnage combine and we get this winning conversation: Carnage: There you are! Death to you, Father! The priest that was kidnapped to marry C+F: NOOOOO Carnage: Not you, Father... *points to Venom* You, Father!

-Venom sees Carnage and immediately nopes out, leaving just Eddie. Carnage for some reason then does the same, leaving Cletus and Eddie just staring at each other. Eddie hits a new stage of grief as he tries to get Venom to come out again

-”OH YEAH” this is like the second koolaid man moment Venom has

-Venom and Eddie going in to fight Cletus and Carnage: Venom: Time to die! Eddie: That’s the spirit! Venom: I mean us, we are going to die!

-Venom and Eddie speaking in unison: TOGETHER WE ARE THE LETHAL PROTECTOR

-Just learning in general that Venom loves the idea of being a superhero and wants a superhero name very badly

-Dan and Anne forming like a pillar type thing for Venom to go into so he could then go out of them in time to beat Eddie to the bottom of the church floor and save him

-Eddie and Cletus having a Moment: Cletus: I wanted your friendship. Eddie: I’m sorry, Cletus. Venom, taking over again: FUCK THIS GUY *eats his head*

-Venom tells Dan to take care and then tells Eddie they didn’t really need him and he didn’t really help lmao

-The cop somehow has a symbiote?? Or idk Frances’ powers? I didn’t see him take in any blood so I am very confused but okay

-Eddie takes Venom to the park where he like left the chickens to have a Deep Talk and THE CHICKENS ARE STILL THERE?? It’s been at least a day if not more and by all appearances they’ve not left the grassy area

-Eddie goes to say “We are Venom” and Venom yells over him when he hits the “Ve” part

-Okay the ending has them on a beach. Like literally on a beach. Sitting on the sand watching the sunset together.

-VENOM HAS ENCAPSULATED EDDIE’S FEET AND IS WIGGLING HIS TOES IN THE SAND

-Venom quotes something that basically says ‘the people you love’ Eddie: Did you just say you love me? Venom: Uhm...

-Eddie making V very happy when V asks where they’ll go: Eddie: Anywhere that needs a lethal protector, I suppose Venom: OH YOU REALLY MEANT IT

-Venom’s head comes out of Eddie’s body and like the last shot is them both looking into the sunset

-There is a after credits sneak peak thing and it starts with a Spanish telenovela/soap and Venom is super into it

-This brought up by the stupid Spanish soap: Venom: We all have a past, Eddie Eddie: Are you hiding something from me???

-okay so technically Venom does say ILU first but Eddie I think shows it first because he puts aside what little hope he was clinging to of a Normal Life and staying on the Down Low so they’d be safe so he could instead travel around with Venom protecting people and making his symbiote happy

-like yeah we get that little scene where Venom makes Eddie breakfast but I think it’s partially because Anne said to take care of him and Venom is not the Best At It yet but he tries bless him

[leonardalphachurch]

hello ilu did chucker get ask for shipingo 👀

lol yes actually i have only gotten two asks and both are for chucker 😂 i guess i have a brand

4 bingoes. literally what can i even say about chucker. normally i talk so much here which is the reason i enjoy doing these things in the first place but like. it’s chucker man what can i say. most ships are like just a fun thing to think about not at the forefront of analysis except for. chucker. romantically platonically animositally. that’s not a word but it should be. they’re just two guys and the universe is doing so fucking much to them but they’re just some guys. it’s a tragedy it’s a comedy it’s two guys no homoing each other into a marriage. tucker fell in love with a guy who’s destiny is intertwined with someone else. how do you compete with that! how do make someone who was made for someone else fall in love with you instead. his best friend leaves and dies and tucker doesn’t even have the words to explain how he feels about it. and church is so caught up in all of his bullshit but tucker is there. tucker isn’t a part of it! tuckers someone church found all on his own. no memories no destiny no bullshit. they’re not together because the world told them to be together they’re together because the world said no and they said fuck you, i’m doing it anyway

i guess i had a lot to say about chucker.

[omisbreakfast]

i rank every summer outfits from a3! because??

because i can. also fuck you.

the first version of this was deleted by tumblr in my drafts and now i have to re write it entirely and i fucking hate it here... anyways.

i’m biased as fuck

sorry it’s a long post

harugumi :

itaru : yeah no actually it’s pretty fine. ngl itaru is kinda hot when he dress correctly so there’s that. also, he’s often in pink. it suits him, but i don’t like it. still.... cute. but it’s also itaru so not too much praises. 9/10

citron : why.......... the shoes.... what the fuck are those shoes.... where did you even find them..... do you wanna fight or something.... this fills me with rage... you’ve disappointed me, citron... also hate the shirt. 3/10

tsuzuru : casual, soft, classic boy... nothing much to say here. but WHY THE FUCKING HAT??? IT RUINS EVERYTHING...... at least wear it correctly PLEASE. YOU DUMABSS. and the shoes would have been better in another color. i just,,,,, why tsuzuru, why the hat... 4/10

sakuya : i can’t bring myself to say bad things about sakuya. (also the fact that i don’t remember what i wrote before the first version of this post got deleted in my drafts pisses me off) but like,,, he’s cute. i mean it’s a classic outfit. tho the choice of the shirt is questionable as fuck. also HES SO TINY BABY. 6/10

masumi : yeah no actually i like it. i really like the shirt for some reason, it suits him. BUT BUT BUT the pants looks weird as hell LMAO?? like... it makes him looks like a crotch less ken doll??? it’s,,, really weird. also the shoes are.... hmmm.... overall good balance but there’s some weird stuffs going on. 7/10

chikage : garbage boy stink man. fucking looks like a rich white boy coming home from tennis and i fucking hate it here ™ if i’m objective about this it’s actually NOT bad but it loses several points for the sole reason that it’s fucking chikage and i won’t take shit for it. 6/10

natsugumi :

kazunari : why. why do you do this. why. why. how am i supposed to ever learn how to love when you backstab me like this, kaz ? what do we do now ? i trusted you and you betrayed me. i can never find love ever again............ yeah ok. pls let’s skip to the next one.... 2/10 (and two points is because it’s kaz and i just can’t bring myself to truly hate him.)

yuki : it’s not bad but i hate this dress. like. his outfits are usually ok but this? no. YOU LOOK LIKE A GOOD CHRISTIAN BOY, DAMN IT YUKI. are YOU GOING TO CHURCH TO PRAISE THE LORD TODAY TOO? also the colour of it... no. 4/10

tenma : congrats you rich boy you finally have a decent outfit ! though i don’t understand the concept of your zip being infront but ok. bet his stans like it smh. also i like the color of his jacket. very nice. 8/10

muku : baby i love u so much but u look like the pinterest girls who take aesthetic pictures in flowers fields and are smiling like the sun @ the camera.......... which is not per se but it’s a whole vibe. also stop wearing orange. it doesn’t go with your hair well........ ilu cutie. 8/10

misumi : my sweet boy. why are you wearing an hoodie with a jacket. why. it’s summer you idiot. you’ll get overheated. stop. but overall he looks very nice. idk i just think he’s neat......... i. i love u @ misumi. 9/10 (don’t look at me)

kumon : he... he looks like.... a j-j-j*ck..... which he is............... i just........... oh my god. i love kumon but he IS a jock i JUST ???? LALFKGKK. also his fucking shoes makes me lose my mind because this is so fucking bullshit ???? so ugly it hurts my eyes.... he’s lucky he’s a good boy. 4/10

akigumi :

juza : nah he hot as hell in this pass on it. if you’re asking yourself why he looks so good, here’s your answer : his arms. his arms are great. i can excuse his sandales this time cuz IT IS summer but yeah. yeah no he’s cute and- yeah. ok. yeah. hm hm. 9.5/10

taichi : so the thing with taichi is that his style is NOT bad per se but like. he’s a skater boy. so my standards are already very low for him,,,, like no offence i love taichi so much but,,,, that’s how it be.... his shirts are usually so big he looks like a GOD DAMN FLAG i can’t with this. and i don’t like how baggy his pants are but yeah,,,, it’s just a whole look.... anyways................ 6/10

omi : in which yosei boys decided to fucking test my patience by putting on classic, good looking clothes and decided to absolutely ruin my entire hopes and dreams (if i’m being dramatic ? no i am not.) AND their WHOLE outfits adding an useless stupid fucking hat thay doesnt seems even to be worn properly. omi, tsuzuru, you’ll pay for this. 7/10

sakyo : (i’m tired as heck and i almost forgot about sakyo when he’s right in the middle) actually i like this. it’s color coordinated and i think that’s very nice. but i wish his pants would have been a little bit longer. yeah no that’s it for real. also idk what’s about this outfit but he really shows how skinny he really is LMAOOO. shithead sakyo. 8/10

azami : the thing about azami is that usually his upper half is pretty well dressed, or whatever, but when we look at his pants/shoes its where everything goes to shit. Like ???? what the fuck man you could have done so much better if you didn’t decide to put this gigantic pants who looks like you’re gonna fly with it or fucking whatever (i don’t need to make sense i’m TIRED) also his shoes bothers me. can’t believe he’s fucking 15 like shut up. 6/10

banri : ...... *inhales* FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUU. fuck you and your ugly ass little hat and your zombie like haircut i. fucking despise you. if he were standing right infront of me, no he wouldn’t be because he would deck him so hard. YOU HAVE THE MONEY TO BUY CLOTHES AND THE TIME TO TRY AND MAKE IT LOOK GOOD ?? SO WHY???? what’s going on in your ugly ass little head bitch. THANK YOU god he isn’t wearing any animal prints in this, thats one thing. imagine this awful outfit with the ugly shoes and stUPID FUCKING HAT that i hate, with a leopard print shirt.... yeah cursed. i know. sorry banri stans i cant hear you over the sound of your man fishing with joe and bertrand on a sunday morning at 6am. 3/10

fuyugumi :

tasuku : ... idk man. he’s just there. why is... his shoes... so flashy........ bruh...... also he looks like a very straight man and idk how to feel about this. we know u gay bitch. 7/10

hisoka : except for the fucking weird ass pants it’s actually ok. he looks.... very comfy. 10/10 would CUDDLE...... pls hisoka.... i’m tired... fluffy boy..... ugh..... i don’t have much to say about this ok he just.... spare some cuddles. 7/10

actually i like it. well. there’s two things that bothers me. GREEN. DOESN’T. SUIT. HIM. PERIOD. if u think otherwise i’m sorry. it’s just awful with his purple hair (or whatever color it is) imo. and the second..... the square should have been a triangle. i won’t take no’s. 8.5/10

tsumugi : ngl tsumugi gives me little lost boy looking for his mommy vibes. at first i thought it was his outfits but no, it’s just his face. and this ? doesn’t make it better. idk how to explain but how he wears his shirt makes it look like he’s floating and it’s kinda cute in a... special way. he’s just a very sweet boy. 7/10

azuma : i can’t bring myself to even say bad things about azuma... it’s physical. i just can’t. i have a theory his power is that strong and therefore i cannot critizice this beauty. he just. is. ya know........ sigh...... 9/10

guy : if he dresses like this, that’s.... that’s not your man, ladies. that’s your loving, hardworking and dedicated husband who just went to pick some flowers in the prairies next to your little farm in the middle of the nowhere but who’s still paradise on earth cuz it’s the two of you and you couldn’t ask for anything more. deadass. fucking peasants. 4/10

[sailor-kaiju]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

So I have been thinking a lot about Bad Art Friends, and why it evokes SO many feelings in people on both sides.

And I think it's because we have all BEEN both sides of it. And this isn't saying everyone has a nasty little private chat where we bash peers all day. But we've all vented, and wondered if we got too mean. Or snorted at a joke that, a few minutes later, sank in and was more mean than it was funny. And most of us wouldn't have the audacity to call a friend and grill them about Facebook activity...lbr, we don't have the audacity to call anyone. But we've all posted something, and felt emotions it didn't get the response we wanted. Maybe sometimes even so much we wanted to point to someone and go "Hey, WTF???" I don't think Bad Art Friends hit so hard because of the hot juicy goss, because really...it's not that juicy of gossip. But it's gossip that we all can feel an echo of the emotions at play, even if we don't agree with the actions of the parties involved.

6 notes • Posted 2021-10-17 03:06:40 GMT

#4

Why do Tumblr users think every show need to be specifically made for them down to like...episode counts per season

Like you'll were in the golden age of TV AND a pandemic. There's more good TV than you ever can (and defiently ever should) watch.

Stop being mad preference /everything/ isn't personally made to your prefrence. Go enjoy the MANY things that or.

Or, Gosford, enjoy something that pushes outside your comfort box.

But srsly, it's find to only want media that comforts and conforms to your every need just stop assuming what YOU need is what everyone needs.

9 notes • Posted 2021-08-02 01:56:49 GMT

#3

With April Fool's day coming up I would like to share my prank rule:

If it cannot be fixed in less that 5 second if it's goes sideways, INCLUDING emotionally, it's a bad prank.

(and no, "fake" life destroying news cannot be made better in 5 seconds)

10 notes • Posted 2021-03-26 00:31:59 GMT

#2

So I have this library anime art class that is pretty much the same group of cool, nerdy teen kids.

For some reason, JFK came up and they wanted to know why he was important, and I gave them the best explination I, a 34 year old, can.

Which mentioned that a lot of people connected to the idea of him being the savior of all things precisely because he never had to fulfill that concept, so he will always be a possibility, and many obsess over the idea he was THE possibility, but because he never was given the chance they can project that on to him and never be proven wrong.

(We discussed a lot more like WHY he had that effect but anyway)

While I was gone for a week they all decided a "JFK thing" is when everyone assumed something would have been great despite evidence because it'll never actually fulfill fulfill promise anyway.

Which I learned while telling one of them about Firefly to which she replied "Oh so it's like a JFK thing."

18 notes • Posted 2021-09-07 00:23:52 GMT

#1

I think part of my issue with the movie version of Howl's Moving Castle focusing so much on Sophie being plain looking is that it deeply diminishes the point in the book that we don't see how good we are not because of ourselves, but because of how much time we compare ourselves to other. If you have not read the book (you should), in their world there is EXPLICITLY a rule that, because they are in a fairytale land, the younger sibling always has the best, most exciting life. When Sophie gets her siblings, she pretty much gives up on having a cool life due to that rule, not because she's too plain and boring. Sophie's issue in the book don't come from her not feeling like she's enough, they come from her comparing herself to her sisters. The growth isn't external, it's not Howl seeing her as beautiful (and, which also gets scrimped on in the movie, POWERFUL) it's her realizing that just because others are better than her doesn't mean she has nothing to offer and should just give up and settle. And I think that's really important. We can't all be waiting to be the VERY BEST or give up. Those aren't the only choices. There will always be someone more beautiful, more talented, more rich, more magical, whatever. That doesn't mean we can't have amazing wonderful adventures with hot wizards just because, say, our sisters are having MORE amazing MORE wonderful adventures with BETTER wizards. Our adventure is also totally worth while even if we're not the BEST.

97 notes • Posted 2021-09-28 19:15:28 GMT

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[vincentspork]

ETOILE DRAMA CD SUMMARY HERE WE GOOO

Set five years after Rhapsody, Etoile RosenQueen is now 21 and regularly traverses the world in search of new adventures. She receives a letter from a doctor in a small, rural village, begging for her help; she sets off on a 2-day trip with her bodyguards, Momi and Hammer, and meets with the doctor - a man named Chorizo - who explains that young people in the village have been getting picked off recently.

At Chorizo's house, Etoile is shown the body of the most recent victim, who appears to be an elderly woman, but is actually a 16-year-old girl. Etoile and Chorizo come to the conclusion that the culprit is a vampire, due to the rapid aging of the corpse and the two, telltale bite wounds on the neck of the body. Chorizo lets it slip that a priest moved into town about a year prior, coinciding with the start of the attacks, and is never seen during the day; Etoile deduces that he may be the perpetrator of the murders.

Once night falls, Etoile and Chorizo set off towards the church. Hammer and Momi start to follow, but they notice that the sheet that concealed the corpse appears to have "flattened". They're then attacked by a vampire inside the house, the corpse of the 16-year-old who had been bitten. They manage to stave it off, but the noise of the battle attracts Etoile and Chorizo back to the house, and they return, as Chorizo is concerned about the safety of his daughter, Crea, whom he left behind at the house, asleep.

The vampire makes it way up to the second floor of the house, where Crea is sleeping. Etoile looks for Crea, and eventually finds her and sweeps her up into her arms, but the vampire sneaks up and bites Etoile; Etoile then throws the vampire off of herself and kills it while protecting the child.

After this, they decide that they can't stall any longer, and they prepare to attack the church the following night. They tell all of the villagers to stay inside after dark. Etoile only drinks coffee to keep herself alert, and Crea follows her around (;;_;;), giving her a special flower known to repel insects.

Etoile and co. arrive at the church at midnight, and once they arrive, the priest welcomes them, and has a very entrancing voice, leading Etoile to wonder if this is how the victims were seduced. She confesses that one time she made a stew for Cornet out of frogs (😨) and had Cornet eat it unknowingly. The priest tells her off and makes Etoile mad hdsgssgdhddj

The priest then begins hypnotizing her and finally exposes himself as a vampire (side note, the text says something along the lines of "a normal person would have fallen totally under the influence of such powers but Etoile RosenQueen is not a normal individual." Ok ilu) She gives Hammer and Momi the okay to open fire, and all three of them shoot at it, though Etoile lets it escape, as she's deduced by the amount of bodies that there's more than one culprit, and that the priest vampire is effectively the "worker bee" just collecting victims for the true mastermind.

The trio work their way deeper into the church and find a portrait of an older woman in a back room. Etoile insults the woman's lipstick, saying that her shade of lipstick is too flashy for an older woman (dhsgstssgd) and she traces the woman's lips with fresh blood that the vampire priest tracked into the room. This opens a secret door into a cave.

Etoile and her bodyguards head in, and Etoile decides to rely on her hearing to navigate the cave; she uses her headband as a blindfold and shoots her way through the darkness (!!) and she also dodges attacks from the vampires who are were lying in wait. Hammer and Momi are caught in the vampire's crossfire, so Etoile uses the flower that Crea had given her earlier to make a quick medicine and lets them rest. They carry on and eventually make their way to the vampire queen's nest - sidenote, remember the bug allusions that were made earlier? Vampires are like spiders in this story now, uhh the vampire queen has like, a web and stuff? Anyway Hammer and Momi shoot at it with their bazookas and Etoile throws a molotov cocktail at it.

They make their way out of the cave, and they're flagged down by Dr. Chorizo and his wife Iris, who had gone looking for Etoile and her guards (the sun is starting to rise, so they had been looking for and shooting at vampires for about 12 hours). As Etoile moves in to hug them, the vampire queen attacks again, this time piercing its poisonous needles through Chorizo and Iris. Etoile shoots at the queen, and even severs one of its eight legs with a sword, but the vampire queen still counterattacks and breaks Etoile's left arm. Etoile uses her right arm to shoot at the ceiling above the queen, who gets caught in an exposed ray of light through the ceiling, and burns to death.

Chorizo, in his dying breaths, asks about his wife, who's already dead, and then asks Etoile to look after Crea. Etoile vows to protect Crea and raise her as her own daughter, and then cries over bodies of the doctor and his wife.

In the epilogue, Etoile makes her way back to Mothergreen with Momi, Hammer, and Crea, wondering if she's qualified to be a mother, but steels her resolve and promises to look after Crea from here on out.

[sissi459]

Just for Fun: More About Me

As I am new to the Tumblr-verse (or new to...not creepily lurking) I thought I’d share some get-to-know-y’all info with the, you know, six of you who pay any attention to me. (Hi. I see you. ILU). Because I like when other people do this and I get to learn about them. So without further ado, here we go - seven wildly unrelated facts about Sissi that you didn’t ask for: 1.) Sissi is sort of a permutation of my actual name, if you look at it right. True Nonnatuns should recognize the 459... 2.) I have only one true, obsessive, down-the-fic rabbithole fandom, and that is Call the Midwife, with emphasis on Turnadette, clearly the greatest OTP of all time. (I do, however, technically possess unpublished fic scenes for Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries.) And I’m also basically just trash for anything BBC with period costumes. Especially fond of Downton and Mr Selfridge. In modern-costume verse, I’d have to go with Orphan Black and Gilmore Girls. I’ve got a thing for multi-layered, complexly feminist shows. 3.) I’m a Texan, but my mother’s family is Scottish, and I did formerly live in the UK, so I try to draw on both my time in Britain and my mother’s family when I do CtM fics. My goal is for my fics not to sound like they’re written by an American. I probably fail, but endeavo(u)rs are made. Sadly no - I cannot properly do the accent of my mother’s people. But she can. (This is also when I started watching Bake Off religiously.) 4.) I’m actually a professional writer in real life, although not of fiction. More like technical writing. I probably shouldn’t tell y’all this, lest you come to expect actual skill from me. This is why you call me Sissi - because my boss doesn’t. It is also why I don’t post fic very frequently, because a girl only has so many words per week. 5.) I have, in-progress, an entire comprehensive Turnadette timeline, in which I attempted to line up the show with actual months and dates, as well as all the extended universe materials, e.g. Dr Turner’s Casebook. This has been a maddening side-quest because there are several times when the show contradicts itself, or the Casebook the show, and so forth. Since I am nothing if not a hyper-rational pedant, these sort of discrepancies irritate me extremely. But since I am also an ADHD romantic, I am forced to conclude that basically, head-canon time is the only true canon time, because eventually you’re just forced to pick one scenario and roll with it in your fic-verse. 6.) I am actually a diminutive, near-sighted, lifelong church-choir soprano. I know. I never expected I’d see one of us on a screen, either.

7.) Despite the above, and my undying adoration for Shelagh/massive girl-crush on Laura Main, I am, to my frustration, probably much more like Trixie in terms of my personality and dramatic flare. Also the fact that my “Tom” just left me, so like, I’m feeling the 30ish, single, and drinking cocktails at home club, haha. I make a mean Snowball. Although I make it Texas-style, with a Mexican egg liquor, because real Advocaat is surprisingly hard to find this side of the pond, this side of the 1960′s. Weird, I know.

[gingersnapwolves]

Kouri watches Castlevania, season 1

"perhaps I could help you learn some manners" lmao this chick is awesome I love her

hm .... hmmmm..... guess I'll just go fuck myself then

bruh this archbishop looks like a ballsac

"He threatened us with doom within one year, and yet here we are" yeah .... cause he gave you a year ..... do you not understand how threats work 

perhaps not the most proportional response here, Dracula

and now, an important sidebar about goatfucking

"the Belmonts were excommunicated by the church" yeah well the church pretty much sucks so....

well that is a very unsanitary way to dispose of bodies

did you just whip somebody's eyeball out

that doesn't seem physically possible

Trevor Belmont really has the Brooding Man Pain down, very classic

"God shits in my dinner once again" lmao Trevor pls

Man Trevor is really the personification of that "I've no more fucks to give" song and I'm here for it

can't wait to see this Bishop get squished and/or set on fire

"I will be the church" he says while definitely not looking at all evil

man, "if humanity sucks this badly maybe we should all be wiped out" should not be such a relatable take

Dear Bishop: God said you suck. Very specifically, you personally, are the worst.

the most relatable depiction of God I've seen lately

okay IDK if the mob turning on and killing the priest is supposed to be a good thing but to me it just reinforces how easily manipulated these people are

"I fell down a hole" Trevor ilu

Me: Hm. Am I going to ship this?

Alucard: *pins Trevor to the floor, grabs him by the hair, puts his teeth very close to Trevor’s neck*

Me: Yup. I’m gonna ship it.

"You'll do" lmao thanks Alucard for that gripping praise

[shippeh]

Another RFC Submission - Tetsu Goes Out

(The ending is kind of abrupt, but I ran out of steam and I wanted to write another vignette after this where Mina gets to smell Tetsu for the first time but ILU and I hope you enjoy this)

When Tetsu goes out, he takes the shuttle. It takes them to the therapist, to “expeditions” where they learn and relearn skills like meal planning and grocery shopping, to temple or to tabernacle or to church, to approved meeting locations for interviews for those who are ready to graduate the program. Usually he takes the shuttle in a group, and sometimes it’s too loud and too crowded and he can’t scent or posture or make room for himself even though he’s not really supposed to scent or posture or make room for himself, and he hates it. But that’s how it is for him and the other fighters in the program, the ones that haven’t moved out to start living independently, or the one or two that have flunked out and disappeared.

  They aren’t supposed to talk about it like that, like graduation and flunking out. The counselors and guides keep reminding them. Everyone heals at their own pace, learns at their own pace, grows at their own pace. He hears, but it’s hard to believe he’s making progress when sometimes even a closed window is too much like a cage or he knows his rut’s coming up and he wants to crawl outside of his own skin before he touches anyone. 

  Tetsu’s not ready to graduate the program yet, not nearly. But he’s earned some privileges. He can go out without a counselor or a keeper to his therapy sessions now. He’s allowed to meet Kirishima at the coffee shop to study without any chaperones except the general public, and he hasn’t messed it up. He’s even managed to have a few small, slow, painfully stilted conversations with the pink haired bitch omega girl that works there when she drops off his iced latte. 

  He was stupidly proud of himself when he asked her if he could have less ice in his iced latte, because of his teeth, and he told his therapist about it later that day. Taishiro said it was okay to be proud of himself. Healing was nonlinear, and all that. Making polite requests was part of living independently. 

  He managed to say as much to Ashido as he did to Kirishima, now, when they studied. That still wasn’t much, but it was enough to learn that she was in college, that she was almost done her art degree, that she was fiercely defensive of Kirishima and her other coworkers.

  It was enough to learn that she had drawn him - studies, she said, practices in perspective - and before he could decide if he was upset or not, she left a page of her sketchbook with his drink before vanishing to restock the bakery case. 

  Tetsu hadn’t wanted to look at the sketches. He didn’t want to see himself, didn’t want to see how she saw him. One movie night they had watched a Disney movie, and Tetsu couldn’t make it through, too familiar with the self-loathing the Beast expressed. Who could ever love a Beast stand an alpha like him, all teeth and claws and scars and clumsy tongue?

  Kirishima saw too much. He always did. And instead of just telling him to look at the pictures, he mentioned, offhandedly, half an hour after she had placed the sketches down, how he had some of her sketches in his room, of him and the others, and even his plants, and how it was nice, sometimes, to see what other people saw. 

  He waited until Kirishima went to the restroom to look. 

  Tetsu didn’t know enough about art to know what she had done them in, some kind of extra thick pencil it looked like, but there were half a dozen Tetsus over the page, one from behind bent over a book. Ashido had carefully outlined the muscles in his back and his shoulders as he hunched low and reached for his latte. There were Tetsus in profile, a Tetsu with his head in his hands, a Tetsu looking up, not with a smile, but without a growl.

  Ashido hadn’t shied away from showing the scars on his neck or his arms or his lips, hadn’t hidden his teeth, and part of him ached to know that she saw them. But she had drawn more than that; the shadows in his hair and the light in his eyes and the life in his lungs were staring back at him. He looked different, so different, from the pictures they had taken after the ring was broken. In those, all Tetsu saw was a monster.

  In Ashido’s sketches, he could see a man. 

After that, Tetsu wanted to use some of his hard earned privileges. It had been almost three months since he had last launched himself at someone, six weeks since he growled and postured in group or in public, and he knew Taishiro would support him if he asked nicely and if he had a plan. 

  He was going to get Ashido a present. In return for the sketches, which he had passed on to his dad, who cried over them. 

  The art store was a little farther out than he expected.  It wasn’t one of his usual stops - the cafe, the Alpha gym that opened early especially for the ex-fighters, the dentist - but it was close enough to the temple that some of the others went to so that he could walk the rest of the way. Taishiro made him review his plan several times, the directions between the shuttle stop and the art supply store, and what time he had to be back, and what he should do if he got overwhelmed. 

  The best laid plans of mice and men usually get fucked up.

  The ride to the temple was fine. Shoji and the driver were the only other alphas in the bus, and Tetsu looked away and didn’t react when Shoji passed his seat.

  Walking to the art supply store was fine, too. It was a twelve minute walk, although it took Tetsu sixteen because of waiting for the crossing light and moving to the side to let people pass when they walked too close behind him.

  Finding something for Ashido …  that’s when things began to go wrong. 

  For one thing, Tetsu didn’t actually know anything about art. He knew that Ashido drew in pencil, and Kirishima had mentioned her spilling ink all over the couch, and he had heard her mention things about sculpting, but what kind of paper did she use? There were literal aisles of sketch pads and paper packs with slight variations of white and strings of letters and numbers that Tetsu had no understanding of. The pencils were almost as bad - there were pencils in individual cubby holes and pencils in tins and packs of pencils for sketching, and there were charcoals and pastels. He took one look at all the little wires and sticks that were supposed to be sculpting tools and turned around. 

  The other part was that everything seemed so expensive. Could a pack of colored pencils really cost that much?

  This had been a stupid idea. 

  The goth omega that was stocking shelves spoke up when Testu growled to himself.

  “Do you need something that’s not on the shelves? We can special order it if you don’t see it.”

  Fuck. Now he had to talk. He hated talking to people. And he hadn’t practiced like he had the hello and good bye and thank you he would need at check out. 

  “No - itsh -” G-ddamnit he sounded drunk.  He needed to talk more. “Itsh a thank you gift, and - I don’t know what she wantsh.”

  The omega was nodded like he had some kind of inner knowledge of gift giving. 

  “The labyrinth of gift giving can suck anyone into the black mire of despair. What kind of stuff does she make?”

  “Uh, she drawsh - drawz - uh, in pensh - pen-cil. And shometimes, I think, doesh - does - a lot of little doodles, in pen? But I don’t know the brand.”

  “Strictly black and white or does she do color as well?”

  “I’m not shure, but - her hair’s pink? And she wearsh a lot of bright makeup.”

  “Pink hair, loud makeup. A familiar sight. You aren’t talking about Ashido, are you?”

  Struck dumb, Tetsu nodded.

  “Wonders will never cease. I know exactly what you should get her. She’s been drooling over this set for weeks. She’s waxed poetic about the blends, talks to the pencils like a lover.”

  That was when the first mistake happened. The omega got a little too close and Testsu didn’t like the idea of Ashido talking to the clerk - talking to anyone else - anyone else - talking to pencils - anyone hearing Ashido talk like that. 

  The omega backed up, startled, and glanced toward the front of the store. 

  “Wait, no - shorry, I just - sh- sorry. Sorry. Which pack wash she looking at?”

  Tetsu backed up to give the omega room and ducked his head, keeping his hands down. Taishiro called it reverse-posturing, trying to look less intimidating and take up less space. The omega paused before coming closer, than reached to the top shelf and handed him a box of Tomo Irojiten pencils. 

  “This one has the flourescents. It’s a cornucopia of colors for her.”

  Tetsu looked between the box and the price tag. He would be short almost 1000 yen with this.

  “Maybe, uh, a shmaller box? It’sh, a, just a thank you gift.”

  “There’s a 20% first time shopper coupon, if you want to use it. We’ve got a stack of ‘em up front. Come on.”

  Tetsu allowed himself to be led to the front, where the clerk - his tag, handdrawn in black and silver, said ‘Tokoyami’ - rung the pencils in and scanned the coupon.

“Hey, Kouda! Can you gift wrap this? It’s for Ashido.”

  Another omega - tall and silent - wrapped the pencil box in striped paper and put it in the shopping bag as Tokoyami counted out his change. 

  With one hurdle down, Tetsu felt good. It hadn’t gone perfectly, but he got it. 

  He still had extra time before the shuttle came back. 

  And he liked the iced lattes Ashido got him.

  He could stop and get something to drink. 

  It wasn’t until he was ordering in the busy cafe that he remembered he had spent all of his money, and he stumbled over his words as tried to apologize and cancel his order, but the shop was busy and the line behind him wasn’t patient and there were already more people just in line then there ever were at Kirishima’s cafe and his nerves were fraying. The victory of finding Ashido a good present was not enough to keep his spirits up. 

  “Come on, dude, hurry up!”

  “G-d, I’ll pay for him, just let’s go! It’s hot out here!”

  “Get out of the fuckin’ line, mush mouth!” 

With the command, the alpha behind him shoved his shoulder and Tetsu’s control snapped. 

He didn’t want to think about it. The alpha that shoved him had gone down, bloody and fast, and the cops were called to drag a hissing and spitting Tetsu into the squad car from a cafe that stank of fear and aggression. 

  Ashido’s pencils had gotten broken in the fight, and Tetsu held them to his chest as he very deliberately didn’t cry. 

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BY @mtorolite WHO IS LIKE NOW OFFICIALLY THE OFFICIAL AUTHOR OF RFC MINATETSU

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