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[thistmfcharacteris]

it would be so slay if u guys would rb these too

[itsays]

omg im in this work gc that's kinda like.... "friend like" and my coworkers are talking about how the company is lying about giving us raises based on our evaluations bc they never got one and im sitting here thinking like omg girl.... ive gotten like 4 the company isnt lying i fear😭

[cigswme]

𓇼 ⋆.˚ you and vi were college roomates, well she just went through a breakup and came home really drunk, well your comforting.. led to one thing to another.

𓆡 — based on the song FANTASTIC by king princess.

– MEN DNI

tw: drinking, messy making out, drunk sex, fluff

you were alone on your dorm, vi's been gone all night. All you know was her previous girlfriend cheated on her and she well.. hasn't been handling it well. Its not new to you that she'll be gone randomly and come home at 3 or 4am drunk like she doesn't have classes in the morning. You kinda liked it, not that you liked that shes going through something but you just liked being alone especially when studying for your finals for the next day.

You just finished studying and now watching your favorite series, american classics on your laptop until you heard a desperate loud knocking, you huffed irritatedly because who would be knocking at 11pm?? you didn't think it was vi, since she never comes home this "early", you opened the door and she slumped her body immediately onto you. "Vi--?? what the fuck?!" you blurted out shocked that she almost collapsed if you hadn't catched her "Mmn miss you cupcake" she said drunkenly, she had always called you cupcake ever since you moved on with her. you opened the door more open so you can help her get inside, once her arms were on your shoulder and your helping her get to bed she said something... "i've always-- wanted you.." you thought it was just her in her drunken state missing her ex girlfriend, you placed her in her bed leaving her alone for a moment to close the door and to get her a glass of water "here drink.. god, Vi you should really move on... geez she fucking played you now move on. Im tired of seeing you like this every night." you scolded her while she just chuckled sheepishly "you care about me so much yk? Just wanna say thankyou, cupcake." you smiled at her but before you could say anything she suddenly kissed you, you can still taste the alcohol in her tounge. You tried to pull yourself away but she just grabbed your waist pulling you closer to her, you moaned into the kiss and she took the opportunity to slide her tounge inside of your mouth. After some more seconds into the kiss she finally pulled away, both of you breathless from the kiss. "Wha-- what was that for?" you say catching your breath "just— i dont know, m'sorry.. i know me and that jerk broke up like 2 months ago but shes not the reason i always come here drunk— its you... you're the reason why i drink so much, you just-- drive me crazy.. ever since me and my ex girlfriend got together i knew it from the very beginning that she was cheating on me so its nothing when i caught her with a man.. I've always liked you... I really do and i was pretty sure you wouldn't like me back-- Hell, i don't even know if youre into chicks." she chuckled, the alcohol still there in her system but everything she said sounds sincere, it doesn't feel like her talking in her drunken state that left you speechless. After a moment of silence you decided to speak "Uh— I, well i am into chicks.. i dont know how you didn't figure that out in the beginning.." you chuckle, "and yeah, i like you too.. i mean— the feelings kind of stopped when you got a gf.. I didn't want to ruin your relationship at that time, but yeah when she treated you like shit i wanted to kill that bitch i cant lie." she chuckled at your words, taking another sip from the glass of water you gave her, she smiled at you and kissed you again, this time gentle and affectionate, she slowly pushed you down her bed kissing your jaw traveling down your neck. You moan and a sly grin appeared on her lips as she played with the hem of your shirt slowly taking it off of you, revealing your pink laced bra.. she didnt do anything for a moment and just stared at you in awe "You're so pretty, you know that?" she chuckled and slowly unhooked your bra, you gasp at the feeling and she got down trailing hot kisses that only stopped when she reached your abdomen, you can't stop thinking like shes a fucking doll while shes down there. She slowly pulled your shorts down, you squirm at her touch "easy.. you just have to take it babe." she says while palming your tits, you moan at her touch. "Y'know.. fuck, I couldn't stop thinking of you." she huffed, you whine and whimper under her and she coos you. "Shh, its okay babe im here.. just be a good passenger for me baby." she says her voice gentle and reassuring.

You woke up, vi nuzzled up against you. You smiled at the sight of her, her pink hair messy yet perfect. She then suddenly grabbed you and hugged you tighter in her sleep. You just chuckled and kissed her fore head, after all she did made you feel fucking fantastic last night.

a/n: made this at 7am loll, hope you guys like itttt!

[reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeko]

You'll be fine, just be nice and beg (pt.2)

So, I wanted to give a bit more of a scenario type thing rather that just basic how they'd act- this was the best I came up with on 2 hours of sleep sorry if it sucks <3

I promise there are a LARGE Handful of TWST boys that would make you beg for anything. All smug and shi and they get away with it cause they’re pretty😒

Trey likes being a bitch about it too.

He just made some new treat, you were over, and you were STARING. Just waiting for him to get the hint and offer you one.

He'll act nice and polite and then he's giving the most devious glance in your direction.

"Hm? Need something?"

Bitch ass-

"Oh You want one?" He's turning to look at you, raised brow as he holds one just i n c h e s from your lips. "Say please, and Beg."

He's waiting, oh and don't even try to reach for it or bite it from his hand till you do what he says, hes pulling his hand away and tisking like he's dissapointed in you 😞

And once you give in, he's smirking and snickering as he lets you have the treat.

"There you go, wasn't that hard was it?"

Jade honestly finds it entertaining.

you're at the Mostro Lounge's bar with Jade, just watching him clean up and try some new drink recipes.

He makes one that looks really good in your opinion, So you ask if you can taste it, simple yes or no right?

No. Becasue why would Jade ever make something simple.

"Oh?" He looks at you and smirks, leaning his elbows on the bar. "Surely if you want it so badly, you'll beg for it, yes?" His smirk goes back to his usual smile.

You wanna punch him in the fucking face. But you know you'd get your shit rocked. So you dont :(

Eventually you just say fuck it and give in.

SHIT EATING ASS GRIN. "Oh im sorry I didn't quite hear you, could you repeat that?"

He makes you do it two more times before chuckling and sliding you the drink.

It had mushrooms in it :(

Lila takes every chance he can get to make you beg him for something.

"Oh humor this old bat wont you?"

Your both in his dorm, up late playing Sevens knows what, and Lilia has a bottle of soda next to him.

You ask him to hand you the drink, not looking away from the screen.

He smirks, draping himself over you and giggling. "Beg"

"Lils are you serious-" "Yes now beg or dehydrate."

You pause the game just to stare at the old fae batting his lashes at you.

WIth a sigh you give in, and he lights up.

"Again, You sound simply adorable kufufufufu!"

He hands you the soda just as you're about to smack him.

It was slightly flat, and he constantly replicates the way you begged randomly to piss you off.

Can you tell Jade pisses me off😭

[mystellenia]

ellie with a clumsy gf ୨ৎ

summary: how ellie cares for her clumsy girlfriend

content: nothing thats nsfw!! just ellie being a cutie concerned gf

notes: answer to this req!! SHES SO PUPU BABYGIRL IN THAT PIC I WANNA BITE HER JFWIBFJWKRJR. she's actually so beautiful i can't. entirely unrelated: idk how i feel about this... but i’m trying not to be like EW I HATE THIS FUCK THIS ITS SO BAD. like i dont even feel like that but we already know how i feel about this formatting. its growing on me tho

(wc 0.39k) so short i know guys i gotta dip my feet

constantly laughing but also concerned at how you manage to trip and bump and bruise yourself up on literal air

in apocalypse au, she's always been very aware of her surroundings bc of patrol and combat and stuff so she tries to keep you out of the way of things that she knows you'll bump into

always has an ice pack chilled and ready to go in the freezer in case you bump yourself real hard and it's sore because ice helps bumps not bruise right when you get them (looking at you guys clumsy ladies write that one down)

always warns you about things right as they're happening since you get into things SO FAST

like just as you're bumping into something or dropping an item she's blurting out, "wait! there's- a shirt on the floor"/"remember- that the washing machine door is open"/"baby, you're gonna drop that- just... like you did just now. you okay?"

always asks what you did to get a new bruise. she'll notice a new one and joke, "oh, what did you do this time?" and you'll respond, "i may have walked into the dishwasher while the door was down... but this one doesn't hurt that bad 😁" it's become like a little game

she's become sooo desensitized to any bump or bang sound in the house bc she knows its just you. not to say she doesn't care about you getting hurt--she immediately throws out a "you good?!" or "you need me?"--she just knows you know what to do: ice pack or heat compress. it's routine now.

read that low vitamin c levels make you bruise easily, so always has vitamin c rich snacks stocked up. oranges and strawberries and other fruits, always ready!

she's so stupid in love that she'll cut the fruits up into hearts or try nd make the most simple little animals with them from some mother of 3's tutorial on instagram reels and genuinely gets upset when she can't recreate them.

^ like you notice her absolutely maiming some apples and ask, "ummm why are you slicing and dicing that poor apple?" and she'll mumble, "it's supposed to be a stupid crab."

and for my ladies with darker skin where bruises aren't as visible or even just pale skin that just doesn't bruise easily, she's still just as concerned. and since there is no visible warning of a sore spot, she's hurriedly apologizing after pressing on a sore spot or laying on a tender patch.

@abbysbug @picklesarenice69

hello to my clitter critters. soooooooo erm sorry about going like basically inactive for like 2 weeks i got into the fight of a lifetime with my mother 😊 we still beefing 😊 dw tho when she's old and wrinkly i’ll have power of attorney and trust the cord WILL be plugged.

like i’m joking but as of now that bitch is an opp fr

but anywhoooo i’m back. and my dinosaur of a laptop had a health scare and i thought i was gonna have to plan a funeral for her but she went to the doctor (apple store) and she's all better. idk how it still works so well now bc my mom got this when obama was still president 😆 don't y'all worry tho this motherboard does nothing but purr we chillin (the fan turns on whenever there are too many graphics moving)

[forlorn-crows]

𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍

pairing(s): swiss/dewdrop words: 785 rating: explicit

notes: listen i dont know what possessed me but i needed to write someone shoving their hand down the other's pants and jerking them off and then this happened. warning for degradation. proceed with (horny) caution.

edit: now on AO3 + with scrumptious art by @noahl-art here :3

"F-fuck, Dew, touch me," Swiss growls against his lips. Their bodies writhe in the tight (lack of) space of the bus bunk, greedy and desperate for each other.

"Yeah?" The fire ghoul goads. "Just a fuckin' needy little bitch that needs to cum, aren't you?"

"Uh huh," Swiss whines, shoving Dew's hand down his pants. "Jerk me off, mark me, don' care." The first touch of his hot hand against his shaft is like the Dark One's grace, mercifully pleasurable and sinfully firm.

Dew growls and nips at his jaw. "Need to feel how hot I make you," he breathes. "Get you all stiff and sticky in my hand." He's just as hard, throbbing against the meat of Swiss' thigh. Swiss throbs under his fingers and they swallow each others' groan.

"Wan' it," Swiss grunts. He bucks up, seeking friction. "Fuck, spitfire, make me cum."

A little laugh turns up the corners of Dew's mouth as he moves to free his cock, slapping the wet head onto Swiss' flannels. "You'll cum when I tell you to," he says. Another nip, this time to Swiss' earlobe. Hard enough to cause him to gasp. Dew gives a rough squeeze to his balls and ruts against his leg with a groan, uncaring at how loud and obvious it is. "And you're gonna beg me for it. Like the whore you are."

Swiss lets out a wet hah and bares his neck to Dew, arching into his hand. "Yeah, yeah," he grits through his teeth. "Fuckin' use me. Do whatever you wan'."

Dew gives him a harsh tug, twisting on the upstroke. "'S funny," he says huskily. "You, parading around for all those people." He sucks hard beneath the hinge of his jaw, hard enough to bruise. Swiss can't help but groan, gripping tighter at the back of Dew's shirt and flexing his thigh to feel the hard line of him. "Fuckin' hells," Dew groans, "if they could see you like this. Bad boy Swiss taken down by the little guy's hand around his cock."

Dew digs his teeth in again, and Swiss has to turn and stuff his moan into the pillowcase.

The fire ghoul starts humping him in earnest. Hand not matching his own tempo, and just unpredictable enough to scramble his brain. Swiss can feel Dew's pre soak through to his skin after only a few thrusts.

"Dew," he chokes. He's so hard; Dew makes him crazy like this.

Dew pants against the hollow of his throat, warm and humid. His tongue darts out to lick a hot stripe up to his jaw, ending at the blooming bruise and pressing into it. Swiss' cock spurts pre onto Dew's fingers, already too close.

"Such a slut. Barely touched you and you're dripping all over me, huh?" Nevermind that Dew is leaking consistently against his thigh, because he's right—Swiss is wet for this. Wet for being degraded, pushed around. Bullied until he can't help but cover himself in his own spend.

"Hnnf-uuh," he groans into the pillow, still held between his teeth. He nods quickly, eyes rolling into the back of his head when Dew polishes the head with his pre.

"Shit," Dew rasps. His hips kick up in speed. A freight train barreling both of them towards broken tracks. He digs his knees into the thin bunk mattress for leverage and sneaks his free hand up to grab at the ends of Swiss' locs, pulling just as hard as he tugs on his cock, and Swiss thinks his brain tumbles from his lips when he whines through the break in his voice.

He shivers all over, right down to his toes. "D-Dew—"

"That's fuckin' it, such a pretty boy when you wanna cum," Dew growls. A beat, silent except for the wet sound of his hand jerking Swiss' cock. Then: "You gonna?"

Swiss doesn't answer. Can't, not when his mouth can't close far enough to make words. His tongue licks uselessly at the back of his teeth, fumbling to make his sounds turn into something coherent. But he can't. His eyes are screwed shut. His balls are drawing up against his body already, and he can't.

Dew snorts, pulling on his hair again. "Stupid—fuck; stupid fucking cock-drunk whore." He means it as a sneer, but it comes out warbling and needy.

He grips the tip again, and Swiss all but howls. "Your whore," he wheezes, all his muscles tightening to snap. "P-please."

Dew groans into his shoulder, fist speeding over his dick. "Again," he spits. "Say it again."

Swiss whimpers. "Please; Lucifer, please let me cum."

Dew half-laughs, half-groans, tightening his hand and forcefully jerking down to the base each time, just how he knows Swiss wants.

"Fuckin' do it then."c

[sturniolooluvv]

lowk let me a be a bitch.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

im unsure if i am the crazy one or what but..

THEY DID NOT SAY THEY WERE STOPPING POSTING ON FRIDAY , BOTH VIDEOS AND DUMP.

PLEASE correct me if im wrong, but nick said “we aren’t doing mid shit, we aren’t gonna post just cus we need to.” meaning FRIDAY IS STILL THEIR POSTING DAY, BUT THEY WILL POST OTHER DAYS WHEN THEY WANT. if anything we should be happy, this could be literwllt random videos. if they were cutting friday vids completely, they would tell us. just like friday videos. and with the dump, like come on. yeah, they’re nice. i love them. but he also didn’t say they were cutting them out.

some youtubers dont even HAVE a post schedule. they happen to have one, be grateful they’re even doing anything???

they’ve been working their asses off for this tour, and for those saying “what abt those who can’t go” i don’t wanna be a bitch but shut up. i genuinely feel sorry for those who can’t go because i’ve been there. but you do need to realize that people ARE going, and they triplets what that to be perfect. and they both said there is going to so much content during tour, so chill!!!

they’re trying their best, and no, THEY AREN’T QUITTING.

this may sound really mean but i promise im not trying to be. its just the truth, some people can and cannot handle that. im just sick and tired of the fucking hate these boys get for simply trying their best. i know it’s frustrating, but they’re changing and growing. some of you guys just refuse to gross with them. i may be biased because i’ve been a fan for a while, and experienced these changing, but come on. human decency!

!!edit!! (3/20/25) - for those saying their videos are mid, i kind of agree, it’s being of preparation of tour. they’re going out of their way to come see all of us in multiple states. they don’t have to do it. content will get better!!!! they don’t have to post at all. they’re doing this for us.

please correct if im wrong about this, thats what i understand. sorry for my yap, regular posts tomorrow.i love you all!

tags:

@sllutty-sturniolo @garfieldlovesu @sturniolo-szn2 @afr8idofrats @pvssychicken @mattsglassezx @ivysturnss @hjvi @lezleeferguson-120 @jensturnss @emely9274 @sheluvsthesturniolos @mattswifeyy @sturnl0ve @loveliest-sturniolo @hereforshitsandgiggles @sturns-mermaid @emillionaireee @sturnl0ve @matts-wife

[livinggxd3adgirl]

synopsis— this is prt 3 of “what’s that supposed to mean”

a/n— thank u guys so so much for all the support I’ve received with this! It genuinely warms my heart knowing people. I wanted to js include this. I forgot to include this in previous chapters, but in this au, there is no sorcery or anything like that. likes and reblogs are appreciated!!

EDIT!!!!!— This chapter will probably be deleted and redone. This is genuinely not my best work, obviously, so if you're reading this and want to see the better version let me know in the comments! :D

“What the fuck are you doing here?..” the few seconds of silence felt like it would never end. Before today if you had saw Gojo you probably would’ve cried and beg him to be with you again. But now? All you wanna do is beat the shit out of him. You quickly stood up stomping towards where Gojo stood.

“Guess it wasn’t just me fucking around with other people during the relationship, damn whore ” Gojo scoffed before he chuckled. When those words left his mouth, Suguru immediately stood in between you and Gojo.

“Oh fuck you gojo! seriously gojo!? Lets talk about the bitch you were fucking huh!? Doesn’t she have a boyfriend too?! I never fucking cheated on you…” as you continued yelling Gojo joined in as he yelled and cursed at you. Geto knew that this was something you had to do. He also knew that Gojo needed to realize that what he did was completely shit. Suguru would be lying if he didn’t admit that he thought you looked so damn hot yelling at Gojo.

“Yea yea whatever.. imma just go back home with the woman I truly love” Gojo sounded confident in his words, but the truth? The woman he cheated on you with had left him. And he was here to get Suguru to help him get you back. But after this screaming match, he realized the true consequences of his actions. Gojo realized your heart was no longer his to break or toy with anymore.

“you know where the door is” Geto spoke before finally stepping away from in between you both. He now stood by your side. Gojo scoffed before he walked out of the apartment, slamming the door shut loudly.

You let out a deep guttural chuckle. Geto was sure you had lost your mind. “God, sorry you had to see that Suguru, but now I feel much better”

“It’s all okay, sweetheart, gojo deserved the tongue lashing no one else is brave enough to give him” Suguru gives you a reassuring smile. You let out a deep breath, sitting down on the edge of getos bed. Geto stood in front of you, his eyes bore deeply into yours as you looked up at him. “You know.. now that gojo is, you know, out of the picture, we could always become closer." You let out a small giggle.

“Are you trying to flirt with me, Suguru?” Your teasing tone made Geto’s heart pound.

Suguru’s sly smirk tells you everything you need to know “Maybe just a little”. His hand reaches for a stray strand of your hair. You stood up, both of your faces mere inches away from each other. He gently tucks the strand behind your ear. “Do you want to go to dinner with me tomorrow? You dont have to if you dont want to, i dont want you to feel—“ You interrupt his words, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“ofcourse i want to go to dinner with you dummy”

MADE BY LIVINGHXD3ADGIRL

Tag!- @ourfinalisation @snoopyearss @number0netrash @gollumsmygel @lavender-hvze @shokosbunny @qashmer @chilichopsticks @akshitapainulu @meshellie @grima4lurking (I tagged ppl that were in the comments of the last part who wanted a part 3 if I missed your name let me know!)

a/n— I'm sorry if maybe this chapter isn't as good as the rest but let me know if you wanna see geto and readers future together!

[bambisturns]

warning: this chapter will mention the usuage acid tabs and the use of cocaine, if you aren’t comfortable with the Idea of drug usage… dont read! (Or do idk im not ur mother)

Pt1.

You aren’t sure how you even got to the party. Last thing you remember was taking an acid tab before leaving your home. You think you walked? You seriously cant remember your too high and too far gone to even worry about that. Sitting on the dingy couch of some random ass nerds party. ‘This shit is so lame’ you thought to yourself. “Madi, yo mads where did you say the bathroom was again?” You ask madison while basically pulling her out of some random guys mouth. This girl literally makes out with every guy she sees.

“Uhhh down the hall last door to your left” she mumbles the last bit of her sentence being cut off as she dives back into making out with the strange man. Rolling your eyes you flop your head back. “Fuck it I’ll go find it myself” you say as she waves you off. Your staggering around the home bumping into random people earning some glares and “watch where the fuck your going” comments flipping them off you bump into Matt “Dude are you high or sum shit?” He asks “whaaaatt… pfft no way matthew, dont you know me better than that?!” You lie straight to his face. But yes he does know you and he knows that little knowing smirk of yours.

“Just be careful dude. But yo have you seen Nick? I cant find him like anywhere.” He continues trying to talk to you but your urge to piss hits you like a brick wall “Yo Matt I’m not trying to be a bitch but like i have to piss and like yea bye!” You say running down the hall and in luck you find the bathroom. Opening the door and slamming it shut behind you. Locking it because you wont be caught lacking. “Ahhh sweet sweet relief” you mutter to yourself freeing yourself of the piss you’ve been holding for 2 maybe 3 hours at this point.

Walking out the bathroom you hear a loud sniffle followed by a low groan ‘what the fuck’ you thought curiosity getting the best of you, you opened the door and see Chris, “oh shit sorry my bad!” You exclaim while slamming the door shut. Turning around to walk off you stop and freeze in place and tilt your head to the side with a questioning look on your face swinging back around you fling the door open and lean against the door frame arms crossed over your chest. Making direct eye contact with Chris. He props his body up straight. Elbow holding his head trying to hide the drug.

“Hmm what drugs you got Christopher?” You ask with an amused look on your face eyebrow cocked up. “Uhhh coke?” He says sounding more like a question. “Mmm” you say looking around to check if the coast is clear before sliding into the room closing and locking the door behind you. ���Alright move over pretty boy let momma show you how its done.” You say as you tie your hair up into a quick messy bun plopping down on your knees. He passes over the rolled up dollar bill to you as you snort up the substance not leaving a trace.

Tilting your head back you let out a muffled groan. Losing your balance and falling back and hitting the wall. “Dude what the fuck are you good dawg?” Chris asks helping you sit up straight “yea bro I’m chillin. When the fuck were you a druggie Christopher?” You ask while laughing and looking over at him. He sit back against the wall with you “Bro I’ve told you to stop calling me Christoper, also I like kinda sell them dude” he says looking back over at you. “YOU SELL?!” You yell he’s quick to cover your mouth with his hand “bro shut the fuck up! But yes I sell, my question is when the fuck did you learn to snort up a line that clean?” He asks visibly impressed.

“Cant go telling you all my party secrets now can I christo- chris” you cut yourself off from saying his full name as he shoots a glare over at you. You smirk at him “wanna do another?” You ask “hell yea.” He says as you both dive back in. You let out a content sigh “This shit is better than sex oh my god” you say leaning agains the wall again looking over at him. He lets out a chuckle looking back over at you. There is a silence. Its not uncomfortable its a good silence. Your eyes both roaming over eachother you lean in “I think you might just be my new favorite person.” You say as you move back to your spot. “I think you might be mine too” he responds.

Divider creds @bernardsbendystraws !

a/n: chapter numero uno YAYYY! This shit is gonna be so fucking fun omfg. I can feel it in my clit.

🏷️: @fadedstvrn , @thecrawlys

[fictfrenzy]

assigning the "batfam"* instruments bc im bored. sidenote idc if you disagree make your own post ^__^

Alfred: French Horn. idk man i almost gave him saxophone but didnt wanna give bruce french horn. so here we are. hes still more of a piano guy but this isnt abt that

Bruce: Saxophone. i think it still works with him! smooth andd cool. works for me, works for him

Barbara: Euphonium. sorry i fucking love the euphonium, its a great instrument. shout out euphonium players. i think it fits barb because its like, deep and Important when its in a piece. usually. and makes great background!

Dick: Trumpet. hes as loud and annoying as one <3 additionally a piece thats on the rougher/faster lol end of the musical spectrum will feel kinda empty without a trumpet.

Cass: Flute. im a flute player + i love cass. the flute is an instrument that you have to really strain to hear in any given piece, which really matches her thing of just Appearing Out of Nowhere. but if you give the flute a solo, it usually slays rly fucking hard, and cass is the same as a character!

Jason: Tuba. he has the vibe of a tuba player. i dont actually know much about the tuba itself, but like its genuinely a rly cool instrument solo or not. and i think that just matches jason

Steph: Clarinet. matches the flute, but still has its own spotlight (in fact usually the favorite instrument of the 2, like goddamn bitch why are there so many clarinets!!!!). I really like how the clarinet sounds in solos, specially some of the lower notes, and i just ghergjhh. matches the flute. stephcass. youre welcome

Tim: Trombone. hes tiny. trombone big. hes probably the type of player to stand/lean on his case. not only is tim being a trombone player comical, but like, i think it works for him. specially given the genre range of the trombone!

Duke: Oboe. matches flute & clarinet (they are my fav trio eat shit & die!!!!), but also has its own theme— i think its quite versatile in the way that a mix of a trombone & a clarinet would be. duke also just has that vibe man idk

Damian: Triangle. "the triangle is the easiest instrument out there!!" "triangle’s so easy" "the triangle is like for little kids" damian decimates three entire audiences with a triangle solo. bows out. the triangle is NOT easy and i fully believe he’d be given the triangle bc of people underestimating him and surprise, surprise, the triangle's quite difficult!!! but not for dami of course, hes gonna excel at it. duh.

anyways. queue clapping. youre welcome

*not everyone, one day maybe !! but i wrote these on a whim during class & could only cover so many people lmao

[marrycv]

Pick up your phone!

paring : toxic!ellie x toxic!reader

warnings : Mention of weed, alcohol. Ellie’s punishment with sex. Mention of nudes. Oral (e!receiving), fingering (r!reveiving). Language, nicknames such as : slut, doll, angel, baby, bitch, motherfocker (and others). mention of yn like twice. Mention of cheating and lying and many other bad things 😅. Ellie and reader are NOT healthy, do not romanticize their relationship, its fucked up. Porn w out plot? (kinda). Both reader and ellie are mean and does fucked up shit. 18+

summary : You wait Ellie again. she’s late for 4 hours and she wants to make it up to you. But you didn’t want to fall in her arms this time- which you obviously lost at trying to do. Ellie’s mad and has a punishment for you when she was in the wrong, and you had every right to be mad at her.

kinda a scrap this is bad 🙏

short asf

you :

00:12 - Ellie, where are you?

00:34 - Ellie istg answer me!!

1:02 - c’mon you said you’d come over today

Els 🖕🏻:

1:55 - im omw

1:57 - dont bother.

2:01 - im sorry im late

2:01 - you’re always sorry, dont come home and go fuck one of your stupid fangirls

2:02 - im coming over

2:02 - i said no

2:03 - c’mon lemme make it up to you 💋

2:05 - im gonna block you

2:32 - yn? !message not delivered!

“fuck” Ellie mumbled under her breath, going out of the studio and jumps in her Truck. going over speed’s limit and then knocking hard enough on your apartment to wake up everyone else in the combo.

you get up from your bed, unable to sleep due to waiting for her all night.

you open your door and when you see Ellie standing in front of it, smelling weed and alcohol, you know she wasn’t gonna be easy to deal with tonight.

“Ellie go home, its 3 in the morning…”

“cmon let me in baby” she said in a whisper, almost sounding like a whine.

You and Ellie’s relationship was complicated- that was what you were saying to your friends, because the amount of time you two broke up, that she cheated on you, that you would expose her nudes on internet, that she would sleep with a stranger just to piss you off and somehow you’d still let her come back in your arms- as she did the same with you. you would do shitty things as well, like saying to all of her fans that the concert was cancelled or that it changed location. you could also post on twitter her worse secrets when you learned that she cheated on you. you’d also make up lies about some random stuff just to get a revenge out of her.

but mostly she would just fuck up your trust for her like coming home 4 hours later or cheating on the infinite amount of girls. she’d also love bomb you to get you back and then would disappear for weeks. she also showed all of her band’s member the sextape she got of you- and you knew after Dina, the base player told it to you. You and ellie would randomly call eachothers- especially when she or you were under something, most likely weed or alcohol but sometimes something else. It wasnt rare that you would make her jealous and posting a story of you and a girl on instagram and she’d come over to fuck you dumb. only to wake up alone in the bed.

“ellie please i just wanna sleep tonight, no fight.”

“and please i just wanna say sorry, no fight.” Ellie answered, thinking she was a smart girl for this one

you rolled your eyes.

“are you even able to walk?” you asked her, seeing her flushed cheeks and her eyes red like hell

“of course i am baby, im okay.. please let me just make it up to you im so sorry im late”

“no youre not! because you wouldve told me you’d come home late or you wouldve just told me that you were busy!!!”

“im so sorry..” she says in a childish tone, just as if she was mocking you for being so mad.

“fuck off els”

Ellie rolled her eyes and made her way inside, taking steps closer to you.

“dont talk to me like that.” Ellie says, looking right into your eyes- mood changing suddenly, she didnt get the answer she wanted.

“you dont show up 4 hours late, bitch”

Ellie’s jaw tightened and she looked at you furiously

“tell me you just wanted to fuck me Ellie.”

“dont you ever call me ‘bitch’ again.”

“or what? you’re gonna leave? that already happened, i can survive it.”

“nah.. im gonna give you a lesson.”

“the fuck you mean?”

“get on your knees” Ellie said, tone demanding.

“i wont do shit you ask me to do Ellie.” you say scared of what she’s gonna ask you to do. you have some suspicions, but your mind is overthinking about so many possibilities.

Ellie puts her hands on your shoulders and force you to get you on your knees. She looks at you from down and she takes off her pants along with her boxers.

“you know what to do now.” Ellie tells you, intertwining her fingers with your hair, pulling you closer to her pussy. You start to give her short licks, obviously nothing enough for her.

“I swear to god you motherfucker if you dont do what-“

Ellie started but got cut off with one of her whines by you sucking her clit like your life depended on it. Your knees hurts, but her grip in your hair is too strong for you to move. your holding her by the thighs, moaning against her cunt by how good she tastes. obviously pussydrunk by her. and the perfect little grunts she would make made you so fucking wet. her hips would be jerking against your face, riding your tongue the best she could to chase your high. Ellie would never tell you, but you ever were the only one to make her cum. she knew that it would make your ego so much too high if she told you that on countless girls you were the only one able to please her. you know her sweet spots and she wasnt scared to be vulnerable with you. she always was. and you always were too.

“Fuck- fuck.. just like that, yeah”

her grunts would turn into whines and her whines into small moans. Ellie wasnt that much of a loud girl, but you knew if she was vocal- it was good. it made you laugh, sending vibrations through her clit.

“Im gonna- fuckkk!!” she moans out as she cums in your mouth. you still suck her clit as she rides your tongue for her high to be longer.

you get up from your knees and ellie kisses you, tasting herself on your tongue. the kiss turns rapidly messy and rough. Ellie would hold you by the hips, directing you by the bed. as soon as you touched the bed, she made you lay down on it and she got on top of you, still making out with you. her kisses got on your jaw until your neck. she then took a pause to look at you. you were eye doying her- she would always win. you were her little slut.

“only needed my” puts a finger into your core “fingers to shut that attitude huh?”

she takes off your shirt- which you were braless under it. peaking already your tits, ellie titled her head, smirking

“you got ready for me, doll?”

you nodded, wanting more of her.

“nuh huh, words baby, i want words.” she told you as the sucked one of your nipples as one of her hand was massaging the other breast. as her other hand was working on your clit to make you feel sooo good.

“j-just for you els!” you obey to her request, only wanting her to go faster.

“faster el- faster!!” you try to manage to tell her.

“faster huh?” Ellie says as she just slows her pace of her fingers brushing against that sweet spot of yours.

“please ellie!!” you beg for her to go faster as she just slows down again and again.

“i didnt say you’d get a good time Baby, this is your punishment, as deserved.”

“please.. ill be good Ellie- never gonna be m-mean with you ever” you faked promised her, just needed to tell her whatever she wanted to hear.

“yeah? you’d do this for me, angel?” Ellie asks as shes at only one finger, completely ruining you. completely making you cry for more- needing more.

“id do anything- just please fuck me ellie, fuck me.”

-

2 days after this huge mistake. You and Ellie started to do this kind of thing all the time. She’d piss you off, you’d be mad, she’d become madder for something she made you mad at- and would finish as sex. the only way you two did work out with.

she made you feel so good and you made her feel better.

This was unhealthy, but she was so addictive.

she’d come home in the middle of the night- wouldnt care if you were deep asleep or had a party- she’d take care of that pussy no matter what. Her songs would be about you two relationships.

Everyone liked it.

and you were happy you had such a big impact that she wrote- and sang about you.

But she didnt see you that pretty- you were her fucking toy.

14:01 : why the fuck did you say that i was toxic in your song?

15:56 : because you are.

15:59 : fuck you els

16:01 : you wish <3

16:01 : you’re the toxic one in our relationship

16:30 : 💀💀 hell nah

16:31 : Ellie how many times did you cheat on me?

17:23 : babe, we were on break how many times do i get to tell you that?

17:23 : anyways i gtg ill see you tonight ;)

She wasnt easy and you werent either.

but whatever, she has become way more famous than ever.

she’d send you those pictures before a show, trying to make you come to one (which you did but didnt tell her).

“does that feel good els?” you say as your face was in between her thighs, on your knees just like how she loved you like that.

“fuck babe dont stop!!” Ellie would tell you into a soft tone, not so much like that little ‘dominant’ cover she’s making everyone believe she was. she was always the one screaming your name over and over.

she then would make you see heaven with her cock filling you up, camera in one hand and the other one on your breast. She’d look at it all the time, rolling circles on her clit whenever she missed you and you blocked her so she couldnt ask you for any nudes- she has better, she could literally see you in action getting fucked by her.

she loved you, that was why she was so fucked up at showing it.

and you just were getting revenge for how she made you feel.

But in a way you two belonged together.

But she’d still use you for your amazing body and how good your tongue felt against her cunt.

you were her little stress reliever. (you’d let her do whatever she wanted to you- you’d just never tell her that)

request are open 💋

[rosurie]

parents since I've been rotating them over my mind fire like marshmallows ♡

Damsel's Parents

Solange [she/her] and Ezra [he/they]

Solange is a local star. not famous by any means but known in town.

She just kind of decided one day that like "man this taking care of a kid shit is kinda hard :/ I dont even like her like that. plus i really wanna focus on my career" so off to Bailey's Damsel goes!

- or off to Bibi's in Distortion's AU. more on Bibi later.

Damsel is aware of who her mom is she just doesn't bother to look for her.

while Damsel doesn't give a shit about her mom regarless of AU, Starlet is a petty little bitch. only became a model and aimed to be a celebrity to spite her mom. her logic is "if I end up more famous than her that'll show her that her career was shit regardless if she had a baby or not. plus your little "pointless waste of time" baby is better than you so suck my dick"

Ezra's currently in a mental institution

- he also attempted to kill Solange once. she had it coming honestly.

also Damsel has Ezra's last name because they were trying to spite Solange who wanted Damsel to have her last name ♡

Damsel doesn't know him 😔 and he knows of her but he hasn't seen her since she was an infant.

- if Ezra WAS around, Damsel would be SUCH a daddy's girl.

Noé's Parents

Inés [she/her] and Aimé [he/him]

paranoid religious zealots who lived off the grid

responsible for placing the cult leader mindset seed in Noé's head. they used to just watch cult documentaries and videos of cult leaders preaching to their followers during Noé's formative years and all he took away from that is "these guys are really charming and lots of people love them <3"

plus he was pretty revered by his parents when he was younger because they believed they were two of few people that weren't inherently evil and they just made a child !!! that's one more perfect good person !

little did they know they made my horrible bastard son <3

they died at Noé's hand. should've expected that I fear.

Romī's Moms

Billie "Bibi" [she/they] and Daphne [she/her]

these two were so in love with each other it was sickening to everyone around them.

if you don't pay attention to the blood, and the cannibalism, and the mutual encouraged violence against each other, they're just two lovebirds (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)

Romī was fucked from the beginning because these two would just...tell her this insane stuff as a kid. in graphic detail. like doing an impromptu, unanesthetized surgery on your lover is peak romance.

- they also tell Damsel and Noé this in angel Damsel au and that's why angel Damsel is well...like That™

they murdersuicided ?? [is it murder because they didn't die by their own hands or suicide because they planned and orchestrated this event?? idk. you decide]

- they cut each other open to let their intestines tangle together. they bled out together in the ultimate show of love ♡ romantic !!

The Twins Parents

Frances [she/her] and Izumi [they/them]

teen parents!! they were fuck buddies in their school days

Izumi was an exchange student and Frances got pregnant in the last month of them being in the country. they left before she found out. they didn't keep in touch so Izumi is just like...completely unaware of the twins.

Frances took the twins to the orphanage with plans to continue to visit them but she just couldn't take care of them. she went missing not long after.

Izumi had mentioned in passing once that they liked the name "Tamayo" and that's where Frances got her name from.

- Tomoe was a name she chose that just sounded good next to Tamayo in her mind.

BONUS ft. Fragola [@/poisonedstrawberry] based on me realizing after drawing Ezra that I accidentally gave Solange and Damsel similar types lol

ref for damsels pose

[k3n-dyll]

Sorry not sorry if I sound like a bit if I sound like a bitch but if you dont know how to color darker skin tones....how about refrain from doing fanart of characters with darker skin tones. It isn't that you can't. You can, you just refuse to learn how to do it. You refuse to practice, you refuse to look at tutorials or references - so if you dont wanna do any of that, and you cant figure it out on your own, dont do it. Same goes with ethnic features. Can't draw a wide/hooked/flat/large/rounded nose for the life of you? Can't draw curly/kinky/coily hair? Don't draw the character or person if you arent gonna put in the effort to learn how to do so <3

[lynnlovesthestars]

Scars.

Pairing: Astarion x reader Genre and warnings: angst, lots of it, hurt barely any comfort, allusions to sexual assault, past trauma, graphic description of torture, kidnapping, blood, violence, set in act 3, mention of death. Notes: not proof read ngl, i wrote it after dreaming it, and i didnt even wanna read it again, i cried like a bitch cause it’s kinda like…. past experience projected? just yeah dont ask if im ok after writing this, the answer is no lmao... also just a side note since it’s the first time im posting on this profile, but english is not my first language so please be mindful about it. Edit 10/06/23: i finally went through it end edited it.. i hope i catched all the errors cause idk if i'll ever be strong enough to give it another read ahah

Getting so close to someone meant so much for Astarion, and the more he cared, the more new fears would swim through his brain. 

Since you arrived in the lower city, and his bed was no longer cold at night, a new nightmare snuck in.

The idea that Cazador would be able to get to you, and weaponize you against him, made his cold blood run even colder. Several nights you woke up to a trembling and sweating Astarion, as he was begging for mercy. He never explained too much about these nightmares to you, just letting you know it was about Cazador again and again, but he left out the haunting possibility of you getting hurt because of him. On the other hand you believed it was because you were getting so close to the Szarr palace, and Cazador knew about it just as much as Astarion did.

It was the middle of the night when the sound of a broken glass stirred you awake. You looked around you, Astarion still deep into his meditating state, while the others were asleep as well, none of them reacted to the sound like you did. Maybe you just had a light sleep, you thought, and someone in the tavern dropped a few glasses or something. It was when hands gripped your wrists that you jolted up, looking behind you. It was too dark to see, and all you could spot were the deep red eyes, like Astarion's, though they lacked the warmth of his.

A shiver ran through your spine as you realized what was happening, but when you tried to call for the others, you realized how deep in shit you actually were: no sound would leave your lips, like you were silenced.

"There's no need to be afraid, Tav." A deep cold voice whispered so close to your ear. "They can't hear you".

The voice chuckled at your failed attempts to call for Astarion, Karlach or anyone, as tears were starting to pool at the edge of your eyes.

Another pair of hands took hold of Astarion, magical shackles fastened around his hands and feet, just as they did to yours, and then they started dragging you both away.

The deep voice spent the whole travel taunting you with stories of Cazador, how cold blooded he was, and just how much he enjoyed torturing his victims. From one point of view you were already accustomed with such stories about him, but from the other, the idea of Cazador getting hold of Astarion again, made your blood freeze again. You were not going to let Cazador hurt him again. You were set on the idea.

When you reached the corridors of Cazador's palace, the silencing spell finally wore off, though Astarion was still not moving. Terror flashed through your eyes as you wondered if they had already…

"What did you do to him?!" You breathed out as you tried so hard to keep your calm in front of the spawns that were dragging and pushing you through the dark hallways.

The spawn scoffed as he pushed through and through.

"Don't worry, he's not dead" You could feel his eyes rolling at the question, like it was some dumb question you should have known the answer to. "..yet" he added at last.

You couldn't stop your mouth from twitching, between the state of rage that was slowly building up, or the terror of them hurting Astarion.

"What's going on? Can i know that at least?" You wanted so bad to cast a spell on him, charming him into freeing you, but without the use of your hands, you were useless.

"Cazador wants to give you a warm welcome into Baldur's gate" He giggled, as the smell of old blood mixed with the sour taste of the bile threatening to spill from your lips, and you couldn't hold it anymore, and your feelings started spilling out.

You couldn't help then to try and get Astarion free at least. You wanted to shake those hands off of you, to wiggle out of the shackles that bound your magic, but no matter how much you tried, you were like set in stone, unable to do anything but move forward, shed tears, and talk. Or more specifically, beg.

Beg them to hurt you, instead of Astarion. 

Beg them to keep you here, and let your star free.

Beg them to turn you if needed, but spare Astarion's life.

Anything, if it meant not hurting the man that stole your heart with a dagger to your throat.

Quickly you were tossed in a cage, adjacent to Astarion's, and locked in.

The shackles that bound your feet dissipated, as the cage started ascending upward.

It halted in front of an altar, you guessed, that directly faced into the chasm you ascended from. Other spawns, around twenty you were able to count, started taking seats around the edges, sitting all in religious silence on their knees.

Astarion was still passed out, cradled on the floor of the cage, both restraints still tightly bound to him.

"Please, please, please" You cried out as the last bit of your strength was going to be dedicated towards trying to get Astarion free, far away from this place. "Let Astarion go, i beg you" You repeated your plea again, as you saw all those spawns stir from their seats, they wanted to turn their heads, to face whoever was foolish enough to beg Cazador for mercy, to trade spots with Astarion.

Everyone in that room knew what was going to happen, he was going to show them what happens when you disobey, when you run away thinking you can escape him. Instead you were so foolish and blinded by love, that you wanted to take Astarion's place, unaware of the extent that Cazador would go to. Yet you didn't stop, you kept begging and begging until a voice, the voice, echoed through the altar's walls.

"Tsk you just gave me a wonderful idea" the man hummed as his scepter started glowing, and Astarion started stirring awake, he looked around him, his tired eyes quickly widening as the reality around him had set in his mind.

"Let her go, you son of a bitch" Astarion growled as he stood up so quick, and gripped at the iron bars separating him from Cazador. 

"Touch her and I swear I'll spill your guts right here" He spit out of the cage, a symbolic spit cause you were too far away to reach him.

"My, my, our dear Astarion has forgotten all the manners" He cooed as his lips smacked together, his voice so honeyed it was bringing you to the verge of vomit.

You wanted to reassure Astarion, let him know that you were going to do your best to free him, that you were both going to be out of there alive soon, but could you? Could you lie so much to the man you loved? Words were stuck on your tongue, making your throat drier and drier.

You guessed you zoned out for a few seconds as your head was flooded with thoughts, missing the hate Astarion was throwing at his master.

"Ah sweet Astarion, your dear Tav has given us a great idea though, it would be a shame to let it go to waste" He hummed, as the staff light up again, the lock on your cage fell down the chasm, as your trembling body was slowly being dragged out of the cage by magic.

"No, no, no, no" Astarion reprated as his eyes locked on you, falling on the long streaks of tears running down your cheeks as you tried to offer him a sad smile, your lips muttering an "it's going to be okay" while his body was about to give in to desperation, loud sobs echoed from him, as your heart broke at his sight: he was barely standing up now, his hand gripped tight as he screamed through the hall to let you go, to not hurt you, to stop. "This is just a nightmare" He fell on his knees as you were slowly dropped on the cold floor, barely keeping your head up as you realized you were still in his shirt, the one he loved on you.

"Oh dear Astarion" Cazador cooed again as he kneeled in front of you, his cold fingers getting ahold of your chin, to tilt your head towards his. "This is not a nightmare, this is real" His words were like cold daggers through your chests, you knew that whatever was going to happen, it was not going to be fun.

Before you could say anything, Cazador's hand slipped to your waist pulling on the shirt as you flinched away, disgusted by the touch of the vampire in front of you.

But he didn't care, he was swift in removing it, leaving you bare in front of dozens of eyes.

You could hear the rattling coming from Astarion's cage as he attempted to break free over and over again while his chest was about to explode.

He didn't have the right to undress you in front of everyone, he didn't have the right to touch you at all, not when he prayed every night to have the chance to see you bare, to hold you. His thoughts were swinging back and forth between desperation and deep seethed rage.

"My, my I can see why our Astarion has fallen for this little creature" Cazador's compliment almost made you retch as you stumbled back a little. "She even puts up a fight" He chuckled as he lunged forward just enough to grip at your wrist and whipping you on your feet.

Every inch of your skin was visible to everyone, from the battle scars you got through the years of adventuring, to the teeth marks on your neck, down to the stretchmarks that lived on your hips.

A shiver ran through your spine as Cazador’s fingers grazed over the two marks on your neck. “Mh, your blood seems to be sweet enough, right Astarion?” His cruel words hit Astarion through the chest. He was one word away from a breakdown as he couldn’t do anything but witness his nightmares coming alive, not his Tav, not when he would be so careful to cradle you and comfort you to his chest whenever he'd drink from you.

Whatever he was screaming was incomprehensible to you, as all you could feel was the way Cazador gripped and pushed you towards a plush chair, where he sat with legs wide open before dragging you on his lap. You felt so nauseous as he bent you towards the arm rest, making you face the cold grey floor.

You wanted to hear the taunting explanation of what he was going to do, but all the sounds were drowned by the thrumming of your chest and the desperation in your own thoughts, repeating over and over that you were going to find a way out, trying to convince your brain to shut off and dissociate as you were there, like you were just in a nightmare, and you’d be awake soon.

All you could gather was few words like “knife”, “mark”, reminder”, and then “Astarion”. He was torturing him through you, and you couldn’t do anything about it. The worst part in this, was that you were the one that gave him the idea, cause you wanted him to free Astarion, and instead he let it all out on you instead than on your Aster, as a punishment for you both. You cause you were so careless to offer yourself though you didn't know the risk, and Astarion for being reckless and disobedient. Right there, as the dagger pierced your spine, you regretted not whispering Astarion how much you loved him, while you were tight against his chest, when the world around you was asleep, and you had a corner of peace. You always knew what you felt for him, from that moment on the beach, at the shipwreck, and yet you just wanted to tell him in the right moment. But what was the right moment? You might never know, as a broken scream broke through your lips, salty tears flowing free, so much that you thought for a moment that you might have died of dehydration, if the knife wasn’t going to do it first.

He carved and carved over your back, intelligible lines and symbols as you finally understood what Astarion meant when he told you how he got his scars. How gut wrenching the pain was as he couldn’t move, and how Cazador didn't allow a break, and retraced the lines that were wobbly if he moved too much.

“You know?” Cazador asked, as everyone’s eyes were on what he thought was a work of art, your carved skin, while Astarion’s plea echoed over and over in the room. “Our sweet Astarion used to whine just like you” He hummed. “Just a pathetic little child” He spit out like venom as you could barely breathe out few words along the lines of “you disgusting monster”, though you were not sure you actually let them out until, Cazador’s laugh filled every corner of the disgraced altar. Your tadpole writhed as another line was cut at the height of your hips, before, Cazador started retracing the lines and pulling away the skin, exposing the deepest layers of your flesh, the pain was so deep your vision blurred, and you were so close to passing out right there.

You don’t know how long you sat there, you slipped between pain and numbness as Cazador slapped you back to consciousness whenever you'd slip away, you had to endure the agonizing scarring and remember every second of it. He decorated with bloody lines almost all over your body.

You didn’t know what was worse between laying on the raw scars of your back, seeing your own skin being peeled away or the cries and sobs coming from the man you loved. You had to find a way, you couldn’t give up, you couldn’t allow this monster to walk the earth again. You had to do it for Astarion.

You were not sure when he dropped you on the floor, your body barely able to hold itself together as finally you could look around you and towards Astarion. Every face around you was stoic, like they were used to witnessing such spectacle, and they knew what was going to happen next.

You wanted to reach for Astarion, to take him away from the revolting scene in front of his eyes, you wanted to take away his pain, give him the last bit of hope you had, but when you were about to link your tadpole to his to do it, you hesitated. Connecting your minds meant he would feel how dirty, wretched and lost you felt, along with the gut wrenching pain ebbing through your body.

You could barely make out the words Cazador said as his nails dig through your skin again, even when he pulled your eyes to his you could barely read his lips as he said words you just wanted to cancel from your brain. A broken sob regurgitated from your throat as he was going to take the last thing you had. You just had to let your brain go, right? To ignore the teeth dipping in your throat and the putrid hands slithering down your skin, taking away enough blood to barely keep you alive as he took you in front of everyone.  It was no longer just physical pain, it was the way you felt your own body being stolen away and used in way no one ever dared before.

Numbness was all that was left of you after a while, of your barely beating heart while more hands crawled their way through places were you never wanted anyone to touch, then, in that moment, you realized you were free of your shackles, because you were so drained and broken that you could barely do anything. You could barely by aware of your surroundings, of how many bodies were preying on you, as you could barely manage to move inches.

Your vision was all but clear, you could make out the outline of Cazador as he was buttoning up his blouse again. Then you could see Astarion, still caged, struggling to stay sane as he wanted just to take you away from the monsters abusing of you, abusing of the fact that you were powerless in front of them. His eyes were a bloodshot, he was so hurt that he resorted to supplicate for mercy, to let you go and just kill him, whatever that could stop the agonizing pain. You didn’t have much strength left, maybe if you put all of yourself, you could muster two spells before passing out again. 

It took all you had to even raise your hand towards the lock that sealed Astarion’s crate, you mustered all your willpower to cast that knock spell, just enough to let the damn lock fall down. Astarion instantly turned to you, to your teary form still being touched by unworthy creatures, noticing how your hand barely held up, as you tried to cast one more spell, just for him, before another broken scream echoed in the room, bouncing from wall to wall till it reached Astarion's core. The kind of scream that should never be drawn by someone, nevertheless by you.

The radiant dagger materialized in his hands, and for a moment he didn’t notice it as he was fixated on the broken look on your face, encouraging him to end his master, although you suffered right there, paces away. “I love you” You mutter barely, you wanted to let him know before you could draw your last breath, then everything blurred.

Everything was muffled, you couldn’t see what was going on around you, you just felt all the presences around you disappear, while Astarion’s voice was crystal clear through the excruciating pain.

"I'll kill you, then I'll bring you back, and kill you again.” He shoved Cazador on the floor, just like he did with you, to remind him how he hurt you, how he used you, how he touched the only person he should have never laid hands on. “I’ll do it over and over again until you have suffered a tenth of what you did to her. Then I'm going to gut you one more time, and paint this shithole with your putrid blood. The halls of this place will reek with your disgusting blood, to let the whole city be aware of your death and from which the hands it came from” His hands were shaky, but he had to do it. For him, but mainly for you. All that was left of him was you, and nothing could ever be enough to vindicate you.

The shiny dagger stabbed over and over again through Cazador’s chest, while Astarion cursed him, every thrust of the dagger through the heart earned a new mocking insult, a new reminder of what he did, while all of Astarion's anger was channeled into annihilating him.

You just laid there, all you could do was listen to the grunts and the hate slipping from your lover’s lips as he dipped that dagger in the gutted body. You didn’t even realized when he dropped the disemboweled body on the marble, you weren’t even sure you could breathe, at that point.

A pair of shaking arms wrapped around your drained body, Astarion’s shirt was used again to cover your skin, as he picked you up, trying to be as delicate as possible. His salty tears fell over your body as he carried away from the nauseating scene, you frail body barely shivering, and your chest barely moving. He was muttering something to you, but everything sounded foreign at your hear.

He had to move quickly, find Shadowheart or Halsin, or anyone to heal you, to keep you alive. It was in this moment that he wished he could beg a deity to keep you alive, but he didn’t trust anyone else to tend you. He needed to rush outside of this place and get you to safety. 

He didn’t expect to see everyone outside the locked ballroom door, as they fumbled to open the door. They were taken by surprise at the sight of Astarion cradling you to his chest, all covered in blood, while his eyes were a pit of pain and tears.

Shadowheart didn’t hesitate to heal you right there before they all guided you towards the tavern you've been resting. They all offered to carry you, to make Astarion breathe a bit while on your way back there, but he refused. “I can’t..” He mumbled. “I don’t want..” His voice was just a whisper, broken. “I need” He wanted to break down again with you in his arms, but he had to lay you down first, to let you rest in a warm bed, he had to bring you to safety again, away from anyone that could pose any harm to you. He needed to see that smile again, cause no power flowing through his veins could have replaced you. He failed you once, he was not going to do it again. You saved him, twice, he had to do it just once for you. He had to thank you, and he had to tell you how much he loved you.

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a/n: PART TWO IS HERE BITCHESSSSS. @hcneymooners @wannabe-fic-reader im so nervous about this lmao. I hope you all enjoy :) . Please remember, some things will be written in my native english dialect, if you don’t understand, comment and I will translate. MEN AND MINROS DNI

content: drug dealer! Vi x Black fem reader, weed, intox, cursing, toxic relationships, gang violence, guns, vi being fine asf, ANGST (kinda). lmk if i missed anything <3

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Donte didn't drag his sorry ass back home until the sky was starting to lighten, that weak-ass sunrise painting the shitty apartment in a pathetic, pale glow. You woke up on the couch, stiff and sore, to the feeling of his clammy hand creeping up your thigh. You shoved him off hard enough to send him tumbling onto the floor.

"Where the fuck were you? I had to hitch a ride home with your friend," you spat, the taste of stale weed and resentment thick in your mouth. He looked at you with that lazy, half-lidded gaze that used to make your stomach flip, now just made you want to puke. He licked his lips, a slow, deliberate movement that sent a shiver of disgust down your spine.

"You fine when you mad, mama," he slurred, his voice raspy with sleep and something else, something that smelled faintly of cheap perfume.

You rolled your eyes so hard you thought they might get stuck. "That's how bitches like me get raped and killed," you growled, the words sharp and bitter.

He let out a dramatic sigh, mumbling something about you talking too much, about how you were always starting shit. You ignored him, the anger a cold knot in your gut. "I'm going out with the girls," you announced, already planning your escape from this suffocating apartment, from him.

You took a scalding hot shower, scrubbing his touch off your skin, then dressed in your favorite ripped jeans and a tight crop top, the one that always made him look twice. You spent an hour meticulously applying your makeup, each stroke of eyeliner a tiny act of defiance. You even finished that damn marketing assignment, the one you'd been putting off for weeks, just to prove to yourself, and maybe to him, that you weren't some useless, dependent thing. Then you called Shay.

"Hey, baby mama, wanna go out today?" you chirped, forcing a lightness you didn't feel.

"Bitch, don't wish no kids on me! I rebuke that shit in the name of Jesus! Girl, bye," Shay's voice boomed through the phone, her laughter infectious. You couldn't help but giggle, the tension easing just a little.

"I'm trying to be an auntie!" you whined playfully.

Shay promised to be there in 20 minutes. Five minutes later, her car horn blared outside, the sound a welcome interruption to the suffocating silence of the apartment. You didn't even glance at Donte as you walked out the door.

The second you were in Shay's car, the gossip floodgates opened. "Girl, you heard Violet's outta jail?"

You rolled your eyes, already tired of hearing about this Vi chick. "I've seen her. What's the big deal?"

Shay looked at you, a mixture of shock and amusement on her face. "I forgot you weren't here when she was running these streets," she explained, shaking her head. "Vi was the shit. Freshly 18, but she owned these ends. Connected to everyone, kept shit cordial. It wasn't just about the weed, girl."

You listened, intrigued despite yourself. "But then she got knocked. Don't know how, but she's been in jail ever since. Just got out last week."

A slow smile spread across your face. "So, would now be a good time to tell you she took me home and brought me weed at 3 AM?"

Shay slammed on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt in the middle of the street. "BITCH, WHAT?!" You burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the small car. "God, I'm so jealous. You don't know what I would give to be up in them drawls…." she trailed off, her voice laced with a longing that surprised you.

"Hello?! Why would you say that, omg?" you asked, feigning outrage.

Shay just laughed, shaking her head as she pulled back into traffic.

You ended up at a dingy arcade, the kind with sticky floors and flickering neon lights. You spent hours playing air hockey, racking up tickets, and winning handfuls of cheap candy. Your phone buzzed in your pocket.

It was Vi. You didn't even remember saving her number, but that weed… that had been some seriously potent shit.

"Hello?" you answered, your voice a little breathless from laughing.

"Precious, where you at?" The nickname sent a shiver down your spine. You bit your lip, liking it more than you should. You had a man, you reminded yourself.

"Stop calling me that," you said, trying to sound annoyed, but failing miserably. "I'm at the arcade. Why?"

"Come outside. Got somethin' for you," she said, her voice low and husky. Then she hung up. How the hell did she know where you were? You grabbed Shay's arm, pulling her towards the exit. "Girl, Vi just told me to come outside. Did you tell her I was here?"

Shay looked genuinely confused. "Nah, babe, I ain't said shit. Haven't spoken to her."

You stepped out of the arcade, blinking against the bright afternoon sun. And there she was, leaning against her black Hellcat like she owned the damn place, a spliff dangling from her lips. Shay was practically drooling beside you. "God, she's so fine," she mumbled, her eyes wide.

You walked towards Vi, a nervous flutter in your stomach. "How'd you know I was here?" you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Vi leaned down, her eyes locking with yours. "I got eyes and ears everywhere, precious. Ain't nothin' I don't know."

"So, whatcha want? I was in the middle of a game," you said, trying to maintain a cool facade, but her closeness was making it hard to think straight.

She straightened up, pulling something out of the car. Three crisp hundred-dollar bills. She took your hand, her fingers brushing against yours, and placed the money in your palm.

You stared at her, speechless. "What's this for?"

She looked you up and down, her gaze lingering on your chipped nails. "Two of your acrylics are missing. Ain't gonna let precious walk around like that," she scoffed, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I can tell when someone ain't getting taken care of." You glanced at Shay, who looked as stunned as you felt.

It was only then that Vi acknowledged Shay. "Aye, that my girl Shay?" She stepped away from you, the loss of her warmth surprisingly noticeable.

"Hey, Vi," Shay said, waving awkwardly.

"Hey, lil mama. Ain't seen you in a minute," Vi replied, her voice softer now. A pang of jealousy twisted in your gut. Vi seemed to notice, her eyes flicking back to yours for a brief moment.

"Yeah, you been in jail like a bum," Shay retorted with a nervous giggle.

Vi said she had other business to attend to, her eyes lingering on you for a beat longer than necessary. "Call me if you need anything, precious," she said, her voice low and husky. Then she got back in her car, the engine roaring to life before she sped away, leaving you standing there, the three hundred-dollar bills burning a hole in your pocket.

"Bitch, did THE Violet just give you three bills to get your nails done?!" Shay shrieked, breaking the spell. You just shook your head, still reeling from the encounter.

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Shay dropped you back at your apartment around 5 PM. Donte was sprawled on the couch, glued to the TV, a controller clutched in his hand.

"Get dressed. We going to Tevonn's," he said without looking at you, his voice flat and emotionless.

"Tevonn? Ain't that your biggest opp?" you asked, a sense of unease settling over you.

"Nah, we cool now," he mumbled, his eyes still fixed on the screen. You nodded slowly, searching his face for any flicker of dishonesty. Something felt off.

You went to your room, a knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach. You changed into a little black dress, the one that always made you feel confident, and tucked the three hundred dollars into your purse.

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Tevonn's place was packed, the air thick with the smell of weed and sweat. Music blasted through the speakers, the bass vibrating through the floor and up into your chest. You followed close behind Donte, trying to navigate the throng of unfamiliar faces. This didn't feel like a party. It felt like a trap.

Donte found a couch and sat, pulling you down onto his lap. You sat stiffly, acutely aware of the eyes on you, the weight of unspoken tension hanging heavy in the air. You scanned the room, your heart skipping a beat when you spotted Vi across the room, talking to a group of men. But her eyes… her eyes were on you, and for a moment, the chaos of the party faded away, leaving only the intensity of her gaze. You quickly looked away, your cheeks flushing, thanking God you were black.

Donte mumbled something about needing to "deal with some business" and pulled you towards the back of the house. You followed reluctantly, your unease growing with every step.

The back room was smaller, more dimly lit, and the air was thick with tension. Tevonn and his crew were there, their faces hard and unreadable. This didn't look like business. It looked like a setup. You grabbed Donte's hand, your voice barely above a whisper. "You sure about this?"

He brushed you off, his voice impatient. "Come on," he muttered, pulling you forward.

Tevonn stepped towards Donte, his eyes cold and calculating. You saw the glint of metal tucked into his waistband, and your heart pounded in your chest.

"Yeah, so to settle this shit, we want your girl," Tevonn said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. The words hit you like a physical blow, the air knocked out of your lungs.

"Excuse me, what?" you choked out, stumbling back. "Settle what shit?"

Donte grabbed your arm, yanking you towards Tevonn. "Just go. Gotta deal with this shit, then I'ma come back for you, mama," he said, his voice tight with annoyance.

"I'm not going anywhere, Donte! What the fuck?!" you yelled, struggling against his grip.

His patience finally snapped. His hand swung back, connecting with your cheek with a sickening thud. You stumbled back, tears stinging your eyes. He crouched down, his fingers digging into your arms. "Aye, just do what I'm sayin'! Gotta deal with this," he hissed, his voice laced with menace. He pulled you roughly towards Tevonn.

"There a problem out here?" The voice cut through the chaos like a knife. Vi.

Tevonn stiffened, and Donte let out a string of curses under his breath. Vi walked towards them, her movements fluid and effortless, her eyes fixed on you. She casually draped her arm over Tevonn's shoulder, pulling him close.

"What's going on out here, my boy?" she asked, her voice smooth and deceptively calm. Tevonn mumbled something about payment, about Donte sleeping with his girl, his words barely audible over the pounding of your heart. Vi held your gaze, a silent promise in her eyes.

With a swift, practiced movement, Vi lifted the gun from Tevonn's waistband, tossing it aside as if it were a child's toy. Then she drew her own weapon, the movement so smooth and seamless you barely registered it until the cold steel was pressed against Tevonn's temple.

She whispered something in his ear, her voice low and menacing. You watched as Tevonn nodded, his face pale and drawn, muttering apologies. Then she turned her attention to Donte, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Not gonna lie, bruh, you know how I feel about men hitting women," she said, her voice dangerously quiet. Donte froze, his bravado melting away like ice in the sun.

"Vi, we go way back. It ain't that serious," he pleaded, his voice trembling.

"I don't give a fuck," Vi growled, shoving Tevonn aside and stepping towards Donte. Even though Donte was taller, Vi radiated an aura of power that made him seem small and insignificant.

She pressed the gun against his forehead, her finger tightening on the trigger. Donte finally released you, his eyes wide with fear. You ran to Vi, and she caught you, her arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close.

"Don't ever touch her again, Donte. Don't make me have to teach you this lesson twice," she warned, her voice cold and hard.

She scooped you up as if you weighed nothing, carrying you through the crowded house, ignoring Donte's desperate pleas and empty threats. She carried you to her car, gently placing you in the passenger’s seat.

She closed the door, then walked around to the driver's side, sliding in and cupping your face in her hands, her thumbs gently stroking the bruise forming on your cheek. "Gonna kill him," she mumbled, her voice thick with rage.

You pulled away, the anger and fear churning in your stomach replaced by a strange mix of relief and… something else. "Just take me home," you whispered, your voice trembling.

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©️avonnimimi 2024

[curly-fry-3]

I don't wanna overwhelm you since you probably have like other req to finish but after I saw the post with Gabriel I had an idea (°□°) ☝️

So basically in season 3 where Dean dies over and over again, surprisingly Dean's daughter, reader doesn't but she also isn't in the time loop stuck with Sam so at the end he asks and turns out Gabriel just likes her better (and also that she isn't gonna die like dean at the end anyways). So then when Dean died and Sam left with Ruby, leaving her alone (tho Sam probably thought that she went to Bobby and he didn't want to take her with him since just like Dean she was against the whole Ruby thing). She had no one... for like 5 hours when she heard from random people that something crazy happened to them. So she goes to look for Gabriel cause what most people described were things a trickster would do. She eventually finds him and confronts him and they start talking giving each other comfort cause right now they both have some sorta family issues (tho he doesn't say he's the Archangel Gabriel just kinda says his name is Gabriel) and they kinda have this 'uncle who buy his niece a gun to birthday' relationship.

𖦹Gabriel's Favorite𖦹

summary𖦹 When the worst thing that could happen, happens, Gabriel will be there to shit talk with you

pairing𖦹 Archangel Gabriel x Reader (platonic)

word count𖦹 1,667

notes𖦹 this idea was so cool but I dont feel like what I wrote is the best cause ive never written for Gabe before (I low-key made him such a diva) Also it has kinda a lot of build up to the actual conversation sorry I hope you like it though

Another Tuesday. Another Tuesday of Sam waking up to you and Dean humming along to Aisa while getting ready for the day like nothing was wrong. Dean has already died about a hundred times, with you and Sam both as witnesses, yet Sam seems to be the only one affected. He was tired and confused. He had just watched you sobbing over your father's dead body, and now you two are brushing your teeth while choosing where to eat for breakfast.

After trying to explain his situation and being met with poorly hidden judgy faces, Sam follows you and his brother into the diner you choose. He cautiously walks in, scanning the room for anybody who looks out of place. You're chatting to Dean excitedly about some show you're watching as you all sit down in a booth. When your rambling dies down,your dad notices Sam’s unease and silence. 

Dean turns to his brother and grabs his attention “Why are you on edge? It's not like anything is gonna happen”

Sam tenses his jaw and gives Dean a bitch face “Something always happens. Whether you choke on your food or you slip and crack your head open on the way to the bathroom, you always die”

Dean dismisses his concern “Nothing is gonna happen. I'm a big boy, I can chew my food and walk without falling”

Sam rolls his eyes and turns toward the other people in the restaurant, eyes searching for odd behavior. You look over at your dad in confusion then look over at Uncle Sammy, brows furrowing in concern “If my dad has died so many times, how come I don't remember it? I should be in the time loop too”

Sam focuses back onto you “I don't know. I have no idea what's going on or how to stop it, I just don't wanna watch Dean die again–or have to watch you watch him die”

There is an awkward silence, Dean sighs to fill the space then tries to lighten the mood. “If I'm gonna die today, it's not gonna be on an empty stomach, let's get something to eat”

You nod before looking down at the menu “Look, Dad, Pig n’ a Poke”

He looks at where you're pointing and hums out in satisfaction “That sounds amazing” He turns to Sam, trying to include him in the conversation “Sammy doesn't that sound amazing? I getting it”

You close up your menu “Me too”

Dean kicks Sam under the table “What are you getting”

“Nothing. You know, watching you die over and over kinda ruined my appetite” He recipes with as much sass as possible.

Your meal passes without any hiccups and You exit the diner and barely make it down the street before Dean is mauled by a dog. You watch in horror as his body lies lifeless on the sidewalk. You sob as you hold him, looking up at Sammy. Suddenly Sam sits up in bed, Aisa playing on the radio–another Tuesday.

  He has to live through a couple more Tuesdays till he finally spots what he was searching for in the diner. Everyone eats and does the same thing every day, except one man. This man would always have pancakes, but today he ordered a different kind of syrup. 

Sam waited until the man walked out of the diner and quietly followed him, You and Dean not far behind. He corners the man in the alley and holds a stake up to his neck. Dean reflexively puts an arm out in front of you and puts you behind him. 

Sam grips the lapel of the man's shirt “I know it's you. You're the reason I keep living through Tuesday, watching him die again and again. I know you're a trickster, we've killed one before. One thing I don't know is why. Why are you doing this and why isn't she affected”

Suddenly, the man's face shifts into the face of the trickster Sam was referring to “You two chuckle heads didn't kill me. I've gotta say, it's been quite fun killing Dean every day, but I didn't do this to hurt him, it's all for you. I'm trying to tell you, Sam, you can't save your brother. As for why she's not involved, I like her. She's not an asshole like you two.”

Sam grinds his teeth and digs the wooden stake farther into the trickster's neck “bullshit, I can save him. All I have to do is kill you for real, and this is all over”

The man puts his hands up in defense “Woah, we don't need to go that far. You found me, the joke is over” 

He snapped his fingers and Sam woke up in the motel again, but this time the radio played a different song “It's not Aisa”

Dean makes room for you to spit out your toothpaste in the sink “Yeah I know, this station sucks”

A large smile never left Sam's face as he got up and ready for the day. The smile vanished when he sent Dean and you to go put your bags in the car. He was finishing up in the room when he heard a gunshot and a scream from the parking lot. He rushes outside and finds you cradling Dean's lifeless body. You look up at Sam as he approaches with tears and snot running down your face.

After that day, things had really changed. Your dad was gone and Sammy was different. You thought you could mourn with him but he was just so disconnected. It didn't take long for him to ditch you, saying that it was important and too dangerous for you to come with him. You knew what that meant, you knew he was going to Ruby. You know he thought you were going to go to Bobby, that you would be taken care of, but you just couldn't. You couldn't live in that house, it reminded you too much of your dad.

You had just started wondering, looking for something, a sign or anything, that would tell you what to do next. It didn't take long because, a couple hours later, you heard people talking of the most insane thing happening to them. You knew that it had to be the trickster, you could feel it in your gut. You used the skills your dad had taught you to find him. Although you had been searching for him, You were only able to meet him again by complete accident–running into him on the street. 

You were minding your own business while you were walking till, by the grace of god, you made eye contact with the trickster. You pause, making sure it's really him, before quickly approaching him. He looks a little shocked to see you,but not unhappy “Hey kid, what are you doing by yourself”

You look down at your feet before looking back at him “Dad’s dead, Sam left”

He awkwardly pauses for a sec then mutters under his breath “Oh, shit” He puts one arm around your shoulder and starts leading you towards an apartment. “Is it ok if you stay with me”

You nod “Yeah, I mean, who else would I stay with”

He keeps his arm around you until you make it to the front door and he unlocks it with both arms, motioning for you to go inside “Make yourself at home. I got food in the fridge, an extra bed, and there's a dog here somewhere. If you need or want anything, just tell me–I have my ways of getting shit. If you wanna talk, I'm available anytime I'm not messing with someone. Oh and, my name's Gabriel by the way”

You sit down on the couch next to him after he finishes his introduction “Thank you, really. I had somewhere else I could go to but I had too many memories of my dad there.”

He lazily spreads out on the couch and nods in agreement, “You don't have to explain that to me, I totally get it. I would be living with my family but there's just too much going on there too. I mean, don't even get me started on the family drama”

You start becoming more comfortable and relax on the couch “Please, I feel like I'm the queen of family drama, My uncle left me after my dad died to go kanoodle with a demon”

His jaw drops “Are you serious, that bitch! You deserve better. I should have messed with him more”

You sigh in exhaustion “I don't even wanna think about it right now. You need to tell me your drama so I forget about mine”

He immediately starts unloading “Oh, where do I even start? My brothers have always been fighting but it kinda died down for a while, but now they're at it again. And whenever they fight, it's always messy, they hurt other people and it's just annoying.” 

“Oh, I hate a messy fight. People need to learn to control themselves” You reply

He nods in agreement “Tell me about it. That's why this time, I'm not picking a side. I'm gonna stay out of it till it dies down. It's just frustrating because nobody else tries to stop it, they just pick a side and go with it. My dad has just given up, he is nowhere to be found”

Your eyes widen “Omg he ditched you guys, that's crazy messed up. I think it would be worse if my dad left, at least when he died it wasn't his choice. I guess that's why it hurt so much when Sam left”

Gabriel takes a deep breath “You know, talking it out actually feels better than I thought it would”

You take a second to think before responding “It actually does. I haven't really talked to anyone since everything happened and I already feel way better”

He gives you a mischievous smile “You know what would make this even better? Booze.”

sorry for any typos

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