#i eat this shit up especially with the 'losing you would be horrible' thing. that happens with eli and christopher like

[namgyunation]

Li, OH MY GOD, when I saw Roh Jae-won say that Nam-Gyu just wants to be loved, I literally almost passed out because THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT WE’VE BEEN SAYING. We called it! He’s not some cold, evil villain—he’s just an angry, hurt man who lashes out because he doesn’t know how else to cope. 🥹 When I heard that, I was YELLING 'I CAN FIX HIM, Y’ALL.' Like, my baby just wants love, and I swear, I will personally fight the writers if they keep trying to make him out to be the ‘villain’ when all he really wants is a little validation and stability.

Honestly, after hearing that interview, I feel like I need to reread everything we’ve analyzed about him because we were kind of on point. It makes me want to dig even deeper into his character, especially knowing that his actor sees him the same way we do. We always knew he wasn’t just some ‘born evil’ antagonist—it’s all in the little details. The way he laughs in the background when Player 007 gets scolded, how he’s all smiles with Thanos when they talk to Player 333 about losing money, the fact that his first instinct after the first game was to check on Thanos before even knowing about the drugs—like, if he was just using him, why would that be his reaction? That moment alone proves so much. I really think he admired Thanos, maybe even saw him as someone stronger, someone to follow. The way he clings to him feels less like manipulation and more like desperately seeking validation, like he doesn’t know how to navigate life without attaching himself to someone more confident than him.

And the food scene??? That moment alone disproves that says he’s emotionally cold. He literally bounces a little, smiles, and even thanks the guard in a really playful tone. That’s not someone who’s dead inside. That’s someone who still finds joy in little things, who still feels. He acts like someone who never had stability and is clinging onto any small comfort he can get (please tell me if I’m too biased and I might interpret this wrong). The fact that the writers might not even explore that in S3 is literally criminal.

Also, I finally got to read your last fic last night, and let me tell you, I was THRIVING <333. You captured everything so well, and I was eating up every moment. And I also saw you mentioning me in that reply to the anon about my fic idea—THANK YOU. <3 I was so happy reading that! Without any pressure at all, I cannot wait to see what you’re working on. I already know it’s going to be incredible. ☁️

P.S. I tried to attach a TikTok edit here but it showed an error😭 dunno if the message was sent but if you see two just so you know why💀(thank god I wrote this in my notes ahahaha)

HIIIII!!!! ☁️ <333

and RIGHTTT that interview made me so happy. i know that it's just a small detail, and it likely won't ever be expanded on in the show (i don't expect them to), but it makes me happy knowing that rjw gave us some sort of insight into who nam-gyu is as a person outside of the show and there's something to shut down the fact that ppl think he's completely heartless and insane and dgaf about other ppl. trying to keep my nam-gyu bias in check rn when i'm talking about him and not woobify him or try too hard to make him out to be deeper than he is bc i'm NOT trying to do that, even tho i'm really happy for rjw's statement supporting the way we viewed him lol! i acknowledge he's just a side character... he's just my fav </3

he most definitely is not the deepest character when compared to a lot of other characters, nor do i think he will be explored much in canon. but at the end of the day, we know that that's just a normal ass dude in a desperate situation with a lot of issues that wants to be cared for and loved just like any other person in the world

he's mean as fuck and difficult to be around, but he's not a heartless villain with no humanity. he's not a good person, either, by any means. he did and said a lot of horrible shit, but it's the games that drove him to kill. the drugs, the desperation, the fear.

no one in the games is there without having been pushed to the absolute edge first, to the point that they're willing to gamble their life away for the chance of relieving their debts. naturally, people that desperate are gonna do some horrible, desperate things.

like bruhh gi-hun's always talking about how the games prey on vulnerable ppl and change them, driving them to do things they likely would've never ever done in their life in the name of money and the promise of relief from whatever horrible shit was going on in their lives before </3

the whole point of the show is that the players, even the ones that kill—and even the guards—aren't villians (though obviously there's some gray area here, seeing the guards that were threatening no-eul. not gonna get into it but yk what i mean when i say the guards aren't all villains, just more desperate ppl dealing with their own shit), at least from what we see from no-eul's situation. the actual villains are the filthy rich VIPs who set up the games for entertainment and find enjoyment in watching desperate, working class ppl kill each other for money. they view these people as expendable and even bet on them for fun.

the players are all ordinary people put into a desperate situation where they genuinely believe that potentially dying in the pursuit of money is a better fate than whatever tf they got going on outside!!! obviously, nam-gyu was one of those ppl! NOT excusing his actions. he's not a good person, but he's still a person that did what he did because he was pushed to the edge and in a horrible situation, just like everyone else.

also with thanos, i made this post on how i viewed them, and i agree! their relationship really showed that nam-gyu's lowkey just a loser who wants validation, recognition, to be seen as cool, and a friend, lmao. makes sense with the fact that rjw thinks he's been disrespected his whole life and constantly feels the need to prove himself and feel 'special', but he can't do it. i could see him outside the games being a lonely loser riddled with insecurity, rather than the heartless monster or even 'serial killer' that i see ppl envisioning him to be

in the subtle ways he acts in the show: trying to come off as tougher, more confident, and more sure of himself than he really is, how insecure and easily bruised he is, and just how pathetic and desperate he is for a connection with thanos (someone who couldn't even get his name right or treat him with respect), it's clear that there's a little more to him than "the thanos-obsessed guy that did drugs and went crazy"

also yeah the food scene! and i wanna add and talk about the pentathlon scene, too. though the food scene was brief, i was like aw :) he is capable of being polite and like. fucking normal, lmao.

one of my favorite nam-gyu scenes (or just scene in general) was the montage where everyone was going and cheering for each other in the pentathlon!!!! i forget the specific interview, but hdh talked about that scene and how he really liked it since it was a nice break in the tense environment of the games and acted to show everyone's humanity.

for that moment, it's not the players competing against each other for money. they're all working together and cheering each other on. they WANT each other to win. even in-ho was cheering, and hdh said his emotions there were genuine.

i really liked this scene because everyoneee, even nam-gyu and thanos, was cheering and going crazy for the other players, despite the two of them being the clear antagonists among the group. it's such a small scene, but it's a nice little moment to remind you of everyone's humanity, even those that have done / will go on to do horrible things. that at the heart of it, these people don't want each other to die. they want the money that'll save them from their situation, which unfortunately, is attached to people dying for the VIPs' entertainment.

also including pics and indenting this shit bc i love it so much

in short, YAYYYYY nam-gyu!!!!! i'm taking the details we were given and running with them to craft my own backstory for him if we're not gonna be getting shit lmao

also i'm so glad you enjoyed my latest fic haha <3 i enjoyed writing something a little more lighthearted. and i'm slowly chipping away at your rq! i'm having a lot of fun with it so far :) i really hope i can get it done within this week!

and unfortunately the tiktok link didn't show up </3 maybe you can try sending it through my submission box?? i don't know how tf tumblr works when it comes to sending links, but it might work better there (i'll go fix my submission box after posting this, and hopefully it lets you)

edit: also little side note. idk if you've watched daily dose of sunshine, but rjw saying that if nam-gyu were to meet da-eun—the sweet nurse from the show—all he'd want is to be loved by her.... :/ that shit was kind of sweet i'm ngl, and bc it's rjw that said that, it's basically canon to me that he would fall in love with someone like her. my cross-franchise crackship now, idgafffffff!

[lucifer-kane]

the kiss with solas on the inquisitor's balcony

[fraugwinska]

Since @chefskjssart's artwork that I commissioned was such a BANGER, I felt like I needed to do something to show my gratitude. So, I messaged her and gave her free choice over a little One-Shot I'd gift her. And that's how we ended up here :D Where are my little TV Sluts at? You can thank Chef - and I hope you all have fun ;>

NSFW - Explicit Sexual Content - Minors DNI - 5.7k words

"Gotta say, Val, the revenue of your movies really skyrocketed this quarter, fuck me."

Vox flipped through the quarterly reports, eyebrows raised and a grin on his face while Valentino, very pleased with himself, lounged on the chaise next to Vox's desk, smoking.

"I told you I've made a good investment." He grinned and blew out a puff of smoke. "All the horny bitches out there are eating my movies up."

"It's more than that, you're even making headway into other rings, holy shit! We've even got a foot in the Lust Ring market, which is almost impossible with that kind of competition..."

Valentino hummed approvingly.

"And the best part: I didn't have to do much." He added and let the tip of his cigarette rest against his lips, his grin widening. "My newest author is a kinky little genius."

Vox turned his attention to the papers again, his smile slowly turning into a frown as he scanned the declining sales in Voyeurscopes.

"What are you talking about? All of your authors write pretty much the same shit, what could be so special about-"

Valentino laughed and shook his head. "That one is - believe me, carino. Poor bitch has the mind of a succubus on crack but she can't get off."

Vox looked up, an eyebrow raised in skeptic questioning.

"Can't get off?"

"Can't feel anything. Can't cum for the life of her." He replied, leaning back and spreading his arms. "Numb like a fucking dead fish."

"Or maybe she just hasn't found a good dick." Vox mumbled, returning back to the reports, skimming over the numbers.

"Mh, you be the judge amorcito. Because I tried." Valentino growled, taking a drag from his cigarette. 

Now that got Vox's full attention. The TV demon stared at his partner for a few seconds of silence, then laughed maniacally, almost falling off his chair while Val rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Fucking weird little thing, she is. She can write the craziest shit, the hornier the better. Writes like a damn porn beast, but has no clue what good sex actually feels like."

Vox heaved, wiping his screen as if in tears.

"Ohoho, Christ on a Cracker Val, maybe you've been out of the business too long… are you maybe losing that golden touch?"

Valentino sneered. "Ay, and you think you would've been able to get that bitch to cum? Be my guest, I'll gladly watch you fail."

Vox grinned at the moth, his eyes dangerously teasing. The reports were long forgotten - this was too entertaining, and Vox loved to be challenged, because he loved the feeling of superiority he felt when he succeeded. And that feeling would be so much more satisfying when he'd beat his long time partner and porn prince of pride at his own expertise.

"Wanna up the ante? Make a little wager out of it?"

Valentino scoffed, then chuckled deviously. He took another drag from his long cigarette, his cerise teeth glistening with red saliva as he began to drool in anticipation.

"You know I like to play, Voxxy. Especially if the odds are so much in my favor."

Another script done.

Your best one yet, if anyone asked you. But you knew no one asked ever, so why bother?

You stood up from your desk in your private office - being Val's favorite pen pet had it's perks afterall.

You skipped the stage of employment where you'd be cramped in one of these horrible cubicles together with the other overworked, caffeinated and tired writers, typing another outdated secretary-fuck-fest-plot while the other employees complained about their last bad lay and the shitty pay.

At least you didn't have to deal with any of that. Your room was quiet and peaceful, the door able to be locked shut and the walls soundproof. No distractions, no chit chat, no loud coworkers or malfunctioning printer noises. Just the humming sound of your computer, and the whirring of the A/C Val had granted you - a luxury that most of your colleagues bitched about behind your back.

You stretched, your tired bones popping into place and you sighed. You were done for the day. Finally.

With the deadline looming over you, you had been a bit late with the last part, and the thought of being late with your work made you sick. But Val pressed for another banger (pun intended) like your last one, 'Dante's Infern-Hoe' and you didn't want to risk the benefits you were offered so temptingly by being sloppy.

But the script for 'The Devil wears Nada' sat now, freshly printed, next to your laptop, the file saved locally and in the cloud, with about an hour to spare still. You smiled, content and relieved. An hour of paid slacking off was nice, and you checked with a glance that the electric door still was set on LOCKED before you flopped down at the two-seater by the window, grabbing the remote from the small side table and turned on the TV.

A familiar voice spoke through the speakers, and you relaxed into the pillows with a small sigh, eyes closed.

As shitty as the program in Hell was, one thing it had going for it was Vox. That smooth, hypnotizing voice of the overlord that held pride's media empire in his claws was a delight to your ears, and even the mindless, overplayed commercial jingles were pleasant enough if he was the one narrating them.

For the millionth time, it seemed, your hand wandered under the hem of your pants, fingers rubbing lazily at your cunt, as you listened to him talk, advertising the latest angelic protection device that didn't do what he promised it to do.

It was insanity at this point, doing something over and over again expecting a different outcome. Every night your fingers were cold and wet with your slick and your clit bloody and raw while you felt nothing of even your most violent and feverish touches, trying for minutes to hours to experience a sensation you wrote daily about without the satisfaction of any remarkable buildup or release.

It was no use, you knew it was a fruitless attempt, just like all the others. The most you got out of your endless tries was a slight tingle one time where you were so desperate you fucked yourself with an electric rod on its highest setting, resulting in a power outage in your apartment and a big fat fine from your landlord a few days later.

Still, you craved it. Craved to one day feel at least something. After the disappointing One-Night-cannot-Stand-the-thought-of-it with your boss, the literal porn mogul you were ready to just give up. If the face of pride’s sexdrive couldn’t get you over the edge, was there any chance at all?

Valentino had been the last in a long line of desperate attempts, paartners ranging from incubi, paid whores, porn actors to even sexbots made by Asmodeus, costing you a pretty penny just for the hassle of trying to get through the return hotline to get your money back, explaining No, you don’t know how it was possible that the cock of the ‘Fuckboy 3.0 XXL’ broke into pieces after one time usage. 

You chuckled humorlessly at the memory - It was truly a pathetic time in your eternal existence, filled with you masturbating alone in bed like a sad porn star, yearning to experience sex like you wrote about in your scripts. Maybe this was hells way to punish you for your sins, your personal plan of torture - To never experience the very thing that possessed you on the daily.

The television droned on in the background, Vox advertising his latest technological developments; new features on your phone that you really could not care less about. Despite his unusual appearance, Vox was one of your absolute go-to Stand-in's for your plot protagonists. Charming, suave, depraved when called for and a dominating, thorough lover that took what he wanted, but with so much skill that his partner would cum threefold before he'd even begin to think about finishing. Cocky and yet sensual. Aftercare included. All the things your colleagues were too dumb to include, no wonder their scripts were a bust.

Yes, it was hell and therefore tastes were more... depraved than in the living world, but that didn't mean the populus secret wishes for some sort of common sexual decency was out the window, goddamn.

Your mind wandered away from your depressive ruminations, your hand never stopping its circular pattern around your swollen clit as your thoughts started to wander to its usual place, the only way that came close to what you longed for and what was the source for all of your best-selling porn scripts. Your boundless realm of fantasy.

'Come out, come out, wherever you are...'

Vox is standing in your doorway, his silhouette prominent against the bright white neon light coming from the corridor of the empty floor. His suit, neatly fitted to every curve of his slender body, is showing just how thin his waist really is, but that does not come even remotely close to describe his broad shoulders and firm, wide chest, contrasting it deliciously. His navy blue skin reflects the harsh lighting in the hallway, his screen sharp and clear, digital eyes never leaving you as he closes the door behind him, dipping the room you're in in darkness, the only source of light his brightly illuminated screen where his digital, mismatched eyes are solely fixated on you, hiding behind the long backrest of your couch.

'Found you, babydoll.' he says with that god forsaken sultry voice of his as he reaches for your throat, long fingers wrapping themselves around your neck as your breath hitches and he pulls you up from your crouched position, his long tongue running over your collarbones, the wet trails feeling as cold on your skin as his appendage feels hot. 'Now remember what I said? Ready or not...'

He presses you into a wall, his big, hard erection rubbing teasingly through the layers of fabric on your already wet core as you whimper with want. '... here I cum.'

You moan his name, the imagined feeling so painfully surreal, and you wished once more that your working fingers would elicit some sort of real, bodily response.

A cough makes you freeze in your movements. Your fantasy shatters like a mirror shot with a bullet and your eyes fly open, expecting to see maybe a dumb segment of a rerun of 'Vox2Nite'. Instead, you see the actual, real TV demon overlord, standing live and in color just a few strides away with an expression that was a mixture of confusion, curiosity and slight annoyance.

"I'd ask if I am interrupting, but it seems you already had me on your mind, huh, doll?"

Realizing that you weren't - in fact - hallucinating, you immediately whipped your hand out from under your panties, sitting up, flustered like a child caught with their hands in the cookie jar. How did he get in? Did you forget to lock the door? No. Did he unlock it?! You must have missed his opening and closing of the door over the voice in your fantasy. The same voice that is now echoing in reality. Oh what a shameful ending for a perfectly good fantasy orgasm.

"Um... shit, sorry, Mr. Vox, sir. I was just, you know..." you scrambled, getting nervous under the actual gaze of him as he folded his arms, waiting for you to end that sentence with a pitiful smirk. Jesus Christ, those arms are slender and muscular…

"Thinking! Just thinking, making script... scenarios..."

"Uh-Huh. And how is that coming along?" He asked, seemingly unfazed by the display before him as he took a few steps towards you.

"Oh, uh, haha, I didn't really... finish..."

He stopped directly in front of you, shutting you up with a low chuckle and his hand around your wrist, the one attached to the hand that had been in between your folds just literal seconds ago, lifting them up to look at the still shimmering wet residue on your fingers with a sneer.

"Mhm. Yeah, I've heard you have some problems with that."

Now that was embarrassing as it was alarming, and you ripped your hand out of his grip. Or better, you tried to do so anyway. It was a pointless exercise, his hand had an iron-tight grasp around your wrist as he pulled you up with one swift motion, so fast you stumbled into him, face to chest, breath caught in your throat as you were made suddenly aware how huge he really was compared to you.

"W-wow, my kinda pathetic reputation precedes me it seems. That's..." just great is what you wanted to say, but all words failed you when he lifted the hand in his grasp to his face, his thick, long tongue slithering out of his mouth just to wrap itself around your digits, lapping up the sticky residue of your arousal, watching you as your pupils widen and you squirm in his grip, mortified and turned on at the same time.

"Eh. Not as pathetic as my business partner's failure to provide something he's built his reputation on, sweetheart. Unusually smart of him to get you under contract before you shout it from the rooftops." He hummed as he tasted you, sucking in the pads of your finger hungrily and without hesitation, and all you could think of, frozen stiff like a deer in headlights, was: What the fuck is happening?

"But Val never had the kind of mindset I have... I don't do failure... or better said: I always finish what I start." His low rasp vibrated in the air around him, echoing in your head, and the heat his voice had brought to your skin left your mind racing. You asked yourself panicking if you had written too many dumb porn plots or if he was really implicating what you thought he was implicating.

"So, whaddaya say, doll..." His breath tickled your cheek as he leaned in closer, pulling you flush against him, a soft grunt of content as his hard dick pressed into your soft belly, his mouth right next to your ear, one of his hands running teasingly down your sides as he licked your ear shell. "...care to see if I can end your unlucky streak?"

'Fuck, yeah.' You thought, and almost moaned out loud as you let your head fall back to make room for his waiting mouth, when suddenly you stopped in your tracks. His hands were already groping over you greedily, squeezing your ass, your thighs, your breasts as he looked down on you, surprised to see your conflicted face.

"W...Wait. What's in it... for you?"

"Mh, you're clever. That's a new one." Vox laughed, his hand running up to the side of your face to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing small circles on the corner of your lip. "Me and Val made a little bet, you see, and well... Let's just say: I want this to work out just as much as you do, since my success depends on yours."

"Oh.." So Val was talking about you, that bastard. He had you sign an NDA when he hired you, given that you had been unwilling to make a soul contract with him, but you guessed that that had been naively one-sided. Asshole.

Vox stroked your bottom lip, parting them before you opened them slightly on your own accord, his dark blue tongue languidly tracing the edges, waiting for your decision, coaxing you to decide in his favor. And even though you were kind of pissed at Valentino for running around telling people about your... situation - you couldn't deny it was tempting, turning fantasy into reality. And what was another overlord trying to do the impossible? Worst case - he'd try and fail, just as all the others did before, like the stupid moth pimp. At least you'd have some leverage for maybe another good deal for your silence on it. And in the highly unlikely best case…

With your decision made, you flicked your own tongue against his, humming at the unfamiliar taste and the sizzling static electricity on your tongue. Vox grinned, his sharp teeth pressing onto your lips, nipping at the sensitive flesh and growling with approval when your lips parted.

"Ohoho, baby, this is gonna be fun."

Vox ran his claws through your hair, loosening your already messy bun until your hair fell free with his playful pulls as he explored your mouth, deepening the kiss with every lick, until he could push his whole tongue into your mouth, moaning and grabbing the back of your head tightly as you let him fill you without the slightest hint of protest, fighting a desperate losing battle for air.

"Fuck, don't you need to... breathe?" you whispered after he finally pulled back, a wet trail connecting his tongue to yours, grinning down on you while your lungs burned for oxygen.

"Perks of being state of the art, sweetheart." he watched your swollen, drool covered lips - parted to catch your breath - for a few seconds longer before he inquisitively tilted his head. "Did you feel any of that?"

You contemplated lying, but figured honesty would probably be the best in this situation, shaking your head and giving him your most pitiful attempt at an apologetic smile, already bracing yourself for him to give up or get mad. "My lips tingle a little."

"Mh." He huffed as he pushed you back into the two-seater, your back hitting the cushions with a soft thump, and unceremoniously pulled on your very not-sexy-at-all sweatpants and slightly-more-sexy-but-not-quite panties until they slipped over your legs.

"How about this then?" He pressed his knee in between your legs to nudge them apart. "Can you feel any of this?" He spread your already wet slit open to run a cold claw over your hole, softly dipping first one, then two and lastly three of his fingers inside to stretch you further open and push it back in, repeating the movement slowly while keeping his eye contact trained on your face.

You hummed non-commitally, closing your eyes and pressing yourself into the cushions, trying to feel for any sensation that should come with every slow drag of his digits pumping inside of you, and not finding any of it was so fucking frustrating. You felt like you were not only disappointing yourself, but him, as stupid as that sounded. But with every added finger and still a lack of response, you saw the progression of frustrations in his face that you knew all too well - eyebrows furrowed, irritated twitches of the corners of his lips that turned into a snarl with the third added digit. You frowned, sighing and bit your lip - nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing, and fucking nothing again, just another wet hole, the clenching of your walls a habit and reflex only, no pleasure whatsoever.

"It's no fucking use..." you whined, pressing your hands to your face in frustration and fear of looking back into his eyes, "I can't feel anything at a-aaAAH...!"

Your back arched at this strange jolt running down your spine, forcing you to grind down on his hand as a strong electric current buzzed from his claw tips right through your cunt, curling in your stomach in a hot wave of wanton need and knocking the wind out of you. Your eyes flew open just in time to see the flash of victorious satisfaction on his screen before his face turned fuzzy as you began to tear up.

"There's some reaction. There we go, sweetheart." He cooed and curled his fingers in that deliciously sinful way again, making your breath catch in your throat. For the first time since you can remember, you FELT. You dropped your hands from your flushed, hot face onto the plush of the couch, fingers desperately digging into the fabric, and stared at Vox with wide eyes. He winked, nudging his head to his buried fingers, and with a shattering gasp you could see neon blue bolts of electric sparks traveling down his slender arm, crackling around the soft flesh inside of your pussy that had never felt so sensitive.

"How are y-aaaa.... aaa-AAah...." he silenced any questions you might have had or possible retort with another shock wave traveling through his hand as he dragged his fingers in and out in an agonizingly slow pace, it had your ears ringing with white noise and your eyes water with unknown, strange pleasure.

You were shaking, and though it should have frightened you a lot more than it did to be electrocuted while doing something that could be considered borderline treason to Valentino (And it still had your cunt dripping on a whim), but there was nothing left for you to think of other than the sharp shocks making every nerve inside of you buzz, your thighs already trembling in anticipation of the possibility of an unknown, but oh-so-wanted climax. Yet it was somehow still out of your reach, out of your range of senses.

"I feel like we are getting closer, babydoll." The TV demon chuckled darkly, his voice over amplified, the electrical buzz reverberating loudly in the soundless room. "How 'bout we kick it up a notch, huh?"

He pulled out his fingers in a quick, cruel movement, making your pussy clench around nothing as you already mourned the feeling. Before you had the time to voice your loss however, he had your thighs already in his hands, pushing them back to almost fold you in half and spread them apart as wide as he could get them without hurting you. With a smirk he stuck out his tongue, inhumanely long, thick on its base and pointed at the end - and let his electric energy visibly spark around it. Holy Shit.

The moment his head dipped down and his appendage swiped through your puffed, red folds, you could feel your insides buzz in sync to his delighted moan. He began eating you out feverously and obscenely, not holding anything back, just like you wrote your most popular protagonists to do - NO, this was so much better than anything you've ever written or fantasized about, his tongue twisting in patterns that felt like nothing you've ever even came close to imagine before. It was like he powered your whole nervous system, overriding every strand of nerve with his own electricity, amplifying any touch, any lick and any suction that would normally not even register a thousand-fold.

"O-Oh my g... F-fffuuuuhhh-ck.. meeee..." you moaned in confusion and amazement, your legs shaking helplessly on either side of Vox's rectangle head as he fucked his tongue into you, switching between the deep, long, thorough thrusts and fast, small, teasing flicks into the wet heat of your cunt, coating his screen in a shining mix of your natural juices and his blue neon saliva. He sucked at the protruding of your swollen bundle of nerves, your sensitive clit twitching under his attention - it was maddeningly unreal. You felt like a complete, utter sham - if this was sex, you've never written it anywhere correctly.

"I'm working on that, sweetheart."

Vox smirked against your pulsing core, humming with satisfaction at your wet, gaping slit begging for him to push back in and fill you up again, making you ache for his tongue deeper and deeper, forcing every shred of sense you had to leave your mind as you bucked into his grip in desperation, chasing another intense jolt he held just out of your reach as he laughed deviously at your hungry reaction to his teasing antics.

You didn't care how pathetic you looked, how undignified or desperate you sounded. This was nothing short of fucking fantastic, this all new, unknown sensation that you deemed impossible to ever experience and an real, tangible orgasm so close you could almost grab it. You felt a violent greed, you needed more of this, more more more, you needed to cum and you knew exactly that only Vox was able to do it - but you needed him inside of you, pushing you into oversensitivity, no matter what was required to get you over the edge. Fuck all dignity, that ship had sailed the moment your back hit the couch.

You shook your head vigorously, choking down sobs of grateful pleasure that racked your body with every curl of his tongue inside of you and a guttural moan, high pitched and broken.

"P-Please... ah, Pl..please..." you panted and Vox felt for your thighs to hold you steady. His claws sank in with such force into the soft meat of your legs he drew blood. "F... Fu..Fuck me.. please." you stammered and he smirked, a look of pure joy in his digital eyes as he stared you down.

"Oh, I will, baby." He smiled against your core, curling the tip of his tongue around your clit with just the right amount of pressure that your entire vision went blank with a broken cry and the strongest wave of static he'd managed to work you up to so far. "Don't worry about that, I'm not nearly done with you."

He fucked his long, slippery tongue back into your quivering pussy, his thumb taking the place on the sensitive bundle of nerves where his pointy tip had been and you cried out again as he found that one spot you've always read (and written) about. You had questioned it's actual existence, believing it to be one of those wishful myths girls dreamt and you by proxy wrote about - Until Vox and his fucking talented mouth and miraculous tongue brushed right up against it with expert accuracy. It made your eyes roll to the back of your skull, mouth open to cry out as your back arched like a bow string.

"Yeah, there? F-Fuuuck..." The overlord growled, watching your blissful face twist with a new kind of overwhelming pleasure. "You gonna cum for me baby? Come on, let go, good girl..."

You knew the reader-pleasing phrase by heart. You used it a hundred times and fantasized about it even more - It shouldn't have that effect on you, but yet it was that comment of his, spoken in a raspy low rumble directly into your cunt that finally pushed you over the edge, leaving you panting helplessly and cumming.

Hard. Harder than you've ever dreamed about. Every nerve ending on overdrive, every hair standing on edge - it felt like getting struck by lightning, the static electricity sizzling through your blood vessels like a thunderstorm as he was still thrusting that goddamn magic tongue into your spasming hole through the clamping of your muscles, taking you through it with small, measured licks to keep you on the edge a little longer, whines and hiccups mixed with breathless laughs leaving your raw throat as you slowly returned to reality.

This was it, what you've always longed for, you realized after your vision came back to you, staring down at the smug looking TV demon who was still settled between your legs, his glowing screen painted with the remains of your climax. You managed to give him an exhausted smile, blowing a stray strand of wild hair from your face with a quick puff before dropping your head back in the pillow, absolutely spent. Vox pressed a toothy kiss on your thigh and pushed himself back to his feet.

"You've got quite the gushy orgasm, doll, damn..." he wiped a thick blotch of your arousal from the corner of his screen, the neon blue stained fingertip disappearing in his mouth as he hummed appreciatively and licked it away. Then he looked over you, slumped lazily on the sofa, your face flushed, your hair all tangled and the exposed pieces of skin covered with a shiny layer of sweat.

"Shit, sweetheart, you look goddamn good when you're all messed up like that..." He eyed you intently and leaned down, his heavy frame caging you in underneath him, one hand trailing a line from your still heaving chest, between your breasts and up to your throat.

"T-That was.. wow. Just... wow." Clearly illiterate and 50 IQ-points dumber post-orgasm, you cleared your throat, trying to compose yourself. While you were a little disappointed that you still hadn't really fucked, he did what he promised to do. Got you off - and how. You were grateful.

Sad that it was over, maybe even sadder that the chances of a repetition were likely zero - Vox was a goddamn overlord, and who were you other than a nobody with a hard-to-please cunt?- but grateful nonetheless. And you felt the need to let him know that.

"I don't know how to than... w-what are you doing?"

You sat yourself up on the elbows with a dumbfounded expression as Vox began to undress himself, his jacket, bow tie and undershirt discarded within seconds onto the ground and he practically pounced you as he began to undo the belt of his slacks, trapping you in between his legs and under the very prominent hard-on he sported.

"What, you really thought that was it? Make you cum once, win my bet and ding-dong-ditch like a fucking amateur?" Vox laughed as he pulled his massive length out of his pants - Words were your bread and butter but they would ever fail you to describe the gloriousness that was his cock.

Almost as thick as your underarm, smooth and almost shiny, glowing with built-in LED lights along the underside of his shaft and practically weeping with precum. He knelt down on the sofa, taking your hand to run it over its full length, smearing the sticky residue along your fingers, his almost bioluminescent cum dripping thick and slowly from the angry swollen tip. "Fuck no, sweetheart. In case you forgot, let me remind you..."

He leaned down to your ear, a violent electric bold jolting from his cock through your hand right into your overwhelmed, disbelieving brain as he guided you to line him up with your still throbbing entrance.

"I always finish what I start."

Vox had never been in a better mood.

His phone - finally surviving for more than just a few days, since his win against Valentino prevented the moth pimp from smashing it, even in one of his many temper tantrums - buzzed again. A notification of another upload into the cloud. He smirked when he saw the name of the user.

The whole conversation after he fucked Val's writing savant into Limbo and back had been a fucking blast for Vox - he reveled in the morbid joy of cashing in his stake while teasing Val that he'd have to wait another eternity for the chance to make Vox star in a double length porn with him - a fantasy of the moth Vox has been always against. Not to mention that Vox had accomplished what Valentino with all his 'mighty dicks and porn mastery'-aura couldn't. Which (rightfully) sent him into his biggest hissy fit yet, so enraged that, in lieu of Vox's phone to throw against the wall, he threw his newest Robo-Assistant Kitty out the window.

Although Vox had been certain he wouldn't lose the little bet against his partner, he still felt a little relief that his ass wasn't on the next new load of crappy porn DVDs. Granted, that would've surely caused sales to skyrocket - but with his revived and improved little star author that was more than just unnecessary.

Val's fears that a good dicking with a Happy End would sort of break the little writers 'Sex-Spell' and her scripts turn into shite like the rest of Val's useless crew produced proved to be the exact opposite. Ever since Vox made her cum - on his fingers, mouth and cock for multiple times that fateful night - her scripts improved even more, resulting in stellar sales reports, a major spike in cashflow and a personal inquiry letter for a meeting from Asmodeus himself (which Vox contemplated to frame and hang over his fucking bed like a medal of honor).

And since Valentino, in his hurt pride and childish, stubborn pettiness refused to speak or fuck with him, Vox had no qualms of paying his little writer a few more visits. Every time he found impish joy in finding new ways to make her cum, and after one shag-date where he actually stayed long enough for an after-sex-cigarette and some smalltalk, he discovered that she wasn't just a kinky, but also an interesting bitch with great taste in whiskey and a crude sense of humor that was just up his alley.

"I'm curious doll." Vox said as he took another drag from the cigarette before he handed her the bud, throwing his arm around her shoulders and pulling her onto his bare chest as he lounged on the new, bigger sofa he got for her office (more space and much more versatility) "What the fuck did you do to end up in hell? You don't seem like the ax-murder type."

She chuckled mischievously. "I was a pretty popular crime author back upstairs. I hit a pretty bad writer's block, and decided to get in some field work to inspire me for more creative ways of murder. No axes, but I did have a fable for knives." She grinned, inhaling the thick smoke as he laughed and the way her tits pressed into his skin had him almost hard again. "You know what's the most ironic part?" She asked, putting the bud out in the ashtray on her side table and glanced back over her naked shoulder to him, a devious glint in her eyes. "I got the electric chair for that." That woke his cock fully up again, and he couldn't help but take her for another round.

His assistant babbled something about his schedule, but Vox didn't listen. Instead, he planned on visiting her office again, maybe he'd even stay after and order sushi for two, who knew? The media Overlord smiled smugly as he opened the database and looked over the newest script you had uploaded to the cloud. It was when he read the title that he burst into ringing laughter.

'Electrocutie - One Big Cock Shock'

[cantdothis-nomore]

how would the upper moons react if they found out that muzan wants to eat their partner since they suddenly gained the ability to survive in the sun

Upper Moons finding out that Muzan wants to eat their s/o!

Just a side note i now write for metal family :)

Kokushibo

• Would be horribly alarmed

• wouldn't know what to do because of his loyalty to Muzan but also his loyalty to you as your boyfriend

• he'd be stunned knowing you could walk in the sun amd understand muzans interest in you but after a while of thought he'd hide you somewhere safe

• well he thought was safe

• He'd have to repeatedly find different places for you to hide as Muzan kept finding you so you'd be in a different place every day.

• he'd be suffering aswell at Muzans wrath but also his own inner conflict about where his loyalty actually lies

• Muzan would use threat after threat after threat and even physical things to get Kokushibo to tell him where you were but he wouldn't no matter what

• because his loyaltys lay with you.

Douma

Would make the people of his cult help hide you

He'd straight go to hide you because you are the only person who has shown him proper affection and he doesn't want that to go away

He would admire you and beg you to tell him how you managed to walk in the sun but would remind himself there were bigger matters to handle

No matter the torture he underwent by muzan and the others in the 12 kizuki he wasn't letting go of you

Would always make sure nobody was following him on his way to see you

After finding out that Muzan wants to eat you he would try and be his normal self whilst mentally shitting himself thst someone would find you

He would always have someone to protect you whether it was him or one of his followers

He'd give false locations of where he had 'seen' you last but always in the day knowing that Muzan can't go in daylight just like thr rest of them

He isn't giving up on you anytime soon

Akaza

He would refuse to harm you or let anyone else harm you so his first instinct was to go into hiding and not inform anyone at any point of where you two were

Avoiding Muzan like the plague

He'd be wary about going out and only going when you two got really hungry to get a human

He already lost Koyuki, he refuses to lose you to especially to Lord Muzan

You guys would go from one hiding spot to another every week to make sure there was no risk of him or any of the others finding you

PROTECT YOU WITH HIS LIFEEEE

This man loves you too much to let you go

Would absolutely fight anyone who tried to get to you at any point

Enmu

Literally got nothing to say for him I'm sorry lol

Would turn you in to Muzan no hesitation

His love for you may be strong but his dedication to Muzan and his weird little blood fetish is stronger

Bye bye to you

Daki

She'd be torn between giving you in to Muzan or hiding you

Her dedication to Muzan, like Enmu, is strong but she has to decide whether her love for you is stronger

Her internal debate drives Gyutaro CRAZY

Would be desperate for Muzans praise but also doesn't want to lose the feeling you give her and the affection you show her

She would half hide you half leave you alone whilst she made her decision

If she chose to hide you, she would have to flee the Entertainment district and not tell anyone where she was going

If she chose to turn you in she would probably have that on her conscience for the rest of her days until eventually slain

Gyutaro

First reaction would be to flat down refuse and not turn you in to Muzan

You were the first one apart from Daki who showed him the love he actually deserved, who made him feel worth it when he didn't himself.

Would probably force Daki to hide you for him against her wishes as she is loyal to Muzan

After separated from her, he would constantly be at your side and in the day Daki would force one of the girls from her house to be with you instead

He would make you go into different spots regularly to throw any other demons off of your trail in fear of someone finding you

Would be constantly paranoid about everyone and everything around you

10/10 would make you trail after Daki if for his sanity more than yours

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Link loses his arm and just... doesn't have an arm anymore AU. Thoughts??

Thinking about the end of the game when Rauru's spirit moves on and just takes his arm with him and NOW Link can't hold a sword, off balanced, having to re-learn how to do so many things. Starting with eating and getting dressed but then moving toward gardening, riding and grooming his horse, *climbing.* Luckily his fish boyfriend will carry him around but

Anyway. Been rattling that around in my head lately but I wanted to see what your big noggin would do with it!!!!

HI FRIEN!!! :D thank you for the wonderful ask lemme take a crack at this...

I've always thought it was a shame there wasn't any lasting consequences to the shit the characters go through in TOTK. I'm thinking about Zelda and the supposedly irreversible draconification but indeed also Link and his fucked up arm being brought back to normal like nothing happened. If it was a result of time reversal magic then surely they should have lost their memory of the game's events, which is an interesting concept but not the topic. Besides Link has gone through the amnesia thing already, so. Let's focus on the alternative which is: Link's fucked up arm indeed remains fucked up and he loses it altogether.

I think Link would take losing his arm horribly. He is an independant person at heart and suddenly losing so much autonomy would be like getting slapped in the face by a Hinox. Losing his ability to fight like before would be especially trying for him, I think. Not only is he independant, he's a protector. What good is he if he can't defend people? If him losing the use of his arm happens gradually as opposed to all at once, I feel like he wouldn't tell anyone until the last possible minute where he physically cannot move or feel his arm at all.

Purah would make a prosthetic for him, but that wouldn't magically make things go back to how they were. Even though Sheikah tech is cool as fuck and way more advanced than what we have in the real world, I don't think it could perfectly replicate a limb. Link would need some time to get used to it and that would be pretty frustrating for him.

As for the prosthetic itself, I imagine it would function in a similar way to the Divine Beasts. Now hear me out— I didn't see any steering wheels inside those things, so I think it's safe to assume the Champions piloted them via some sort of mind/spirit connection. So in Link's case, he'd have to force his own body to make this connection to this lifeless, inert metal thing, and that would be difficult for anyone – way more difficult than, say, being magically connected to the arm of a dead guy, cause at least that had been alive at some point.

Even when he does manage to make the connection, it still wouldn't be all that simple for him because he now has to learn to control it. Which would probably end up in embarassing or even potentially dangerous situations if the arm only obeys him half the time. (Imagine trying to keep a secret if your main mode of communication, sign language, has been hijacked by a limb that's intent on accomplishing your every thought and impulses! or, trying to sign something important when your prosthetic has decided to go limp and dead. And that's not even touching on how dangerous fighting or even cutting vegetables could become.)

By the time Link gets even halfway used to the prosthetic he's horribly out of practice in archery, climbing, horseriding, even cooking, and basically everything he enjoys doing, and that supremely pisses him off. OH and also. He's just gotten used to compensating for the unfamilar balance of having just the one arm and now he has a heavy metal thing strapped to him and he has to compensate all the opposite ways and it's a mess for him. Not to mention a lot of his horses aren't fond of this weird spooky new thing when he tries to pet them or offer them a snack, which is just the icing on the cake (not Epona though, she's a trooper and she loves carrots too much).

Now I know I've yapped a lot but this is where his support system comes in clutch (that said I'm not gonna describe every sage's reaction cause it pretty much boils down to worried but supportive and helping in their own way). Even though Link is a stubborn little shit who wants to do everything himself and keeps forgetting he's able to rely on his friends, Zelda does her best to help him day to day, even though she's dealing with her own trauma (and in my mind, the aftermath of being a dragon for fuck knows how long).

When they are together, Sidon makes a point to show Link how amazing he still is and always will be in his eyes – not because of things he can do but because he's so determined and never gives up. Neither Yona or Sidon are as skilled at healing magic as Mipha was, but they both try to soothe Link's phantom pain as much as they can, and Sidon has been learning a lot about his new powers while doing this, which is incidentally a convenient excuse – if you want to trick Link into letting you help him, you have to make him think he's the one helping you ;)

Okay that's all I've got!! hope this was a nice read despite how long this was :)

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Silly Squad Alignment Charts

Because I thought it would be fun and silly :)

Find out more about the Silly Squad here!

Of course, have to start with the classic:

Hunter will say they have food at home and it's literally like probably two slices of bread, a bottle of ketchup, and a head of lettuce

Viram KNOWS how to cook so you best be happy to eat her food instead of having Mcdonalds

Khea and Echo it depends on their mood whether they pull up and order a single black coffee before leaving (Echo would never do it if Omega is in the car)

Crosshair doesn't even like their coffee but he does it to be a little shit

Feel like Tech is also kinda in the middle because he'll be like "Technically we have food at home-" but he also needs his caffeine

Phee will ALWAYS pull up to the Mcdonalds, especially when Omega's with her. Then Omega always holds it over Hunter- "Well, PHEE takes ME to Mcdonalds!"

Tay is the definition of a bastard (no seriously)

Phee is bastard (affectionate) but would technically be more of "Badass" than anything

Khea, Crosshair, and Tech are the Bitch Trio and if you put them in a room together they WILL tear each other apart (emotionally most likely but Tech will goad Crosshair and Khea into physically fighting each other while he records)

Majority of the squad is Babey though

Echo is also "Bad Ass" but he could also be a Bitch if he wanted

Hunter is Bastard just because I think it's funny

Dumb Bitch Hunter my beloved <3

Echo is sad dick because he has no dick

I use dumb affectionately with Wrecker (not with Hunter and Tay)

Tech just has big dick energy to me idk

Khea's a sad hoe but she'll never admit to it (the being sad part)

If you've noticed, I really like making fun of Hunter that's why he's there in the dumbass squared category

Wrecker, Khea, and Phee are all smart as fuck but have more fun pretending that they aren't really

Tay is good at pretending that he is smart - he is not

Then of course, Tech, Cross, and Echo are all smartasses

This fit so perfectly I was dying

Hunter is laughing nervously because he's aroace lmao

Omega would be like "Thanks! :D" and just carry on

Jung would most likely do *thumbs up* instead of finger guns though

When you pair up the couples, it's funnier

If Tay said "I know" after Cross told him that he loved him, Crosshair would dump him on the spot

Khea tells Wrecker she loves him for the first time and he short circuits and probably would say something along the lines of "YEET!"

Viram and Echo both have issues and would not be able to comprehend why someone would love them - I'm sure Echo's got insecurities and Viram knows she's a workaholic and therefore difficult to be in a relationship so she apologies in advance

If Phee told Tech she loved him and he went "a horrible decision, really" she'd probably laugh

And of course, who doesn't love Phee? If you don't, get out of here.

Crosshair could care less, he ain't dealing with that shit

Tech would say this ominously as if he's seen the future and knows your death is imminent meanwhile Khea's is more of a - "you probably will because everyone close to me has already died" sort of way :/

I feel like Omega might also be "i'd die for you first" too

Hunter, Viram, and Echo don't want to deal with that shit either, they've already got so much loss, guilt, and other things on their plate

Tay's probably not listening when someone tells him they'd die for him while Phee's like, "Oh, neat. Anyways, as I was saying about my last adventure-"

Jung is ready and willing to put his life on the line and Wrecker would probably more like a "Nu uh" because he's got your back and would look out for you

Phee will also do it for some credits or a cool treasure

Tay is going to fight god (and he's going to lose)

Tech could do so much more than take down the government, but he needs incentives (him and Phee can take down the government together <3)

Khea is a bounty hunter, her job literally requires her to stab people sometimes in order for her to get money

Crosshair would stab without anyone needing to ask him

Echo's taking down the government no matter what, but especially if Rex asks him to come along

Jung is going to fight god if you ask them to (and he'll win)

Viram is the type of friend who is an excellent tutor and you end up understanding the concept after getting her help meanwhile Omega will explain what she knows and then the homework becomes a group project of figuring out what the fuck it's asking

You can copy Hunter's homework but there is no guarantee that the answers are right (most of them are wrong)

You can copy Jung's homework and there's a high chance the answers are right

Khea had better things to do than homework - like get frustrated over it and cry for a bit before giving up on it

Phee did some of the homework but she'll only help you out if you give her something in exchange

Wrecker and Tay, beloved himbos, they had no idea and even if they did do the homework, you wouldn't want to copy off of them

Crosshair also didn't do the homework but he also doesn't want to respond

Tech and Echo both did the homework and it's correct but they don't tolerate copying work to even have suggested it is offensive so now you're left on read

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Cat and Mouse (Pt. 2)

The temptation. The seduction. The rapture. Male rivalries are stronger than one would imagine, especially if it’s between a man and his friends who hooked him up with a lady he’s had his eye on for a while.

Steve-O X Fem!Reader, Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

2.2k Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, makeouts, flighting, possessiveness, blood, accidental vouyerism

An: Thank you so much for the request! I thought that I’d continue develop the dynamic that not only Y/N has with Steve, but with the other guys as well! My favorite part of this fic is definitely the ending, but I won’t spoil too much ;) I also slipped in an reference to one of my favorite movies besides jackass in here, and I’d be surprised if anyone picked up on it! Anyways, thank you for requesting and please keep them coming!

Everything happened so fast. One minute, you’ve got your first real job doing makeup on a movie set, and the next you’re making out with a big name star you’ve had a crush on for years. Brushes tumbling to the floor of the trailer, Steve hoisted you up on the table with his tattooed hands gripping the backs of your thighs right below your ass as you mentally ran through the likelihood of you losing your job from this. How do you stay professional when the talent you’re supposed to be disattachedly tending to is such a good kisser? Despite what most people would think of him, Steve was real sweet and passionate when he kissed- there was purpose, but he knew to take his time with a cute thing like you. Sneaking off this way was horribly reckless, but it’s not like he cared or you would complain, your buzzing nerves getting smothered by the way you were still unable to believe this was really, actually happening. The lingering smell of hairspray that never left the makeup trailer mingled with the scent of his sweat, and while his mouth was busy with yours, you knew that if Steve could find a way to peel his lips away from yours and get a word in edgewise, he’d probably tease you for being nervous about losing your job for this. And you would eat that shit up.

Maybe this was spurred on by the morning Knoxville caught you stumbling out of the trailer fixing your hair and Steve, void of discretion, trailed behind you not five seconds later while zipping up his pants. Even though he usually loved making you squirm, Steve-O and the word ‘subtlety’ have never appeared in the same sentence even when he really wanted to be slick about something. It could have also been the twenty ‘touch ups’ one of their main stars kept running back to you for and the very not sound proofed trailers. It never got past some kissing and over the clothes stuff, like you were a pair of teenagers. I mean, you weren't complaining, but still. Point is, everybody knew something was up. Well, they knew he had the hots for you, but nobody was addressing the damn thing, especially not your new boyfriend, who they thought might be a little more grateful for their stellar work as wingmen. Life went on without any acknowledgement of their work as if they were chopped liver!

So, the guys decided to question things a little. However, this isn’t to say that Ryan was intentionally sleuthing around when he stumbled in on that scene. He was just following Knoxville’s vague orders that you needed him; for what, he didn’t question. On reflex, as soon as Dunn opened the door, it slammed shut before he could really think through what was happening. You, on the other hand, we’re mortified- no, mortified didn’t even begin to cover it, and it surely showed on your face. Steve, on the other hand, simply muttered a few curses under his breath, irritated at the intrusion but unable to suppress a grin at your flustered reaction as you hastily straightened your clothes before rushing out after Dunn with this deer in the headlights look on your face. This is what he liked to see. The professional boundaries you were oh so strategically dancing along previously had been blown to utter smithereens in less than a second.

Dunn gave you the most halfhearted cover-up in history, “Before you ask- I saw nothing.” Even though you had begun getting more comfortable approaching the guys after a few weeks on set, you still clamored over your words for a few minutes until you were cut off, “Y/N, listen. I’m not saying I saw anything I didn’t see, but I didn’t see anything” It was enough to make you stop for a second to try and understand what he was saying, but you quickly gave up on deciphering Dunn’s twisting verbiage. Flushing a bright shade of pink, you barely managed to stammer out, “I don’t…! I-I just- wha…You- you saw nothing? Like, nothing nothing?” Ryan nodded his head, contradicting himself with his words, “No, I saw nothing...”

You didn’t have it in you to come out and ask if he saw you three seconds from screwing, but there was a bubbling embarrassment that stewed deep in you from realizing that you and Steve weren't being nearly as sneaky as you thought you were. In fact, despite how much you idolized the guy and your longstanding schoolgirl crush that had miraculously come to fruition, you’d spent the better part of a week wondering if maybe you just weren't cut out for this job. But the thing you couldn’t let go of was that he liked you. It wasn’t simply you pining and mildly stalking him like a deranged fan girl anymore, and that’s probably what made you stay.

And Steve? There was something about the contrast between the two of you that really got him going. Take this woman, who was so sweet she’d rot the fillings right out of your skull- this round heeled little pushover, and of all the guys she could fall for on set, her eyes were set on him. Steve’s ego had never been more swollen, and he was drunk on you. Fucking blackout. You could look at what the two of you had from some romantic perspective, but it was something more raw than that. He’d indulged in every niche under the sun and a few the light doesn’t dare touch, and Steve was hooked on you.

After that incident with Ryan, there was an odd tension around the set and the behavior of the men around you got stranger and stranger, but that could only be said if you considered that there ever was such a thing as ‘normal’ on a Jackass set. Out of nowhere, you were bombarded with attention, and it seemed like you were all of a sudden everybody’s new favorite person. Oddly enough, Bam was practically attached at the hip with you, which struck you because he wouldn’t otherwise give you the time of day. Some days, he’d swing by the makeup trailer under the guise of you helping him fix his eyeliner for the next take even though he was more than capable of doing it himself, only to show up with treats from the craft service table; today, it was a decaf mocha with a sprinkle of cinnamon and a poppyseed muffin which he covertly slipped on the table you were hunched over to try and steal your attention away from your diligent work. Distracted, you didn’t notice him leaning in the doorway until he cleared his throat, “Hey, Y/N.”

Ears perking up, you whipped your head around from the products you were organizing, “Oh, Bam! What’s, uh- what’s up?” If only to show off his conspicuous tattoos, he was shirtless with that smarmy, self confident grin plastered on his face as he strolled in like he owned the place. There was this way he carried himself that demanded attention, not dissuaded by the way he plopped down in the foldy seat in front of the mirror right in front of where you were working, “Nothin’ much- Just wanted t’stop by, say hi…Maybe offer you a little pick me up?” Tilting his head back to make eye contact with you in time with the obvious euphemism, Bam dropped his voice to a seductive purr, “Hey, how about you and I go skatin’ sometime? I’d be happy t’teach you…” This glint hit his eye- not out of fear, but wicked excitement: terrible, horrible excitement that was palpable in the still air of the trailer. Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden proximity and, unsure his intentions or how to respond, you hesitated before letting out a nervous chuckle, “Y’know, I’m- uh…I’m kinda busy, but it’s really nice of you to ask!”

Fucking poppyseed muffins? As if Bam 'Homewrecker’ Margera would even know what a poppyseed is…Well within earshot, Steve was boring holes into Bam with his glare as he sat next to Knoxville by the blue beer cooler. Have you ever seen one of those Discovery Channel shows with the lions on the Savannah, fighting over territory? Yeah, that’s what it looked like. Johnny played dumb, as if he and the other guys hadn’t orchestrated this whole thing, “What’s the matter, O? Ain’t that the lady you swore was in love with you?” There he goes, using his words against him…It wasn't a secret on set that he had his eye on you, but there was something about Steve-O, the life of every party, getting quiet and angry that just ticked Knoxville pink.

He wasn’t an especially possessive man, but this whole scene was particularly pissing him off. Jaw tightening, Steve tried to be cool about everything, “Nah, man- it’s not like that. We’re friends.” Someone was going to lose an eye over a muffin. Why on earth would he care so much if you were really ‘just friends’? God, this was too fun…“Oh, well that’s good t’hear, man,” Johnny played it off, only encouraged by his friend’s very apparent discomfort, “cause if I’m not mistaken, I’d think Bam’s got the hots for your makeup girl.”

It had become more normal for you to be seen around the set given how much everyone was so enamored by you, and eventually someone had to make mention of this. That someone was Chris. “So…” slipping up next to where you were quietly watching whatever stunt was going down with your eyes locked on you know who, Pontius poorly feigned innocence, “what’s goin’ on between you and Bam?” Caught a little off guard by his bluntness and unprepared to answer, you deflected faster than you’d ever deflected before, “Nothing.” But the stiffness in your response must have given you away because Chris only responded with a chuckle and a suggestive eyebrow raise, “Oh, nothing!”

You mentally wrote this off as Pontius being Pontius, all flirty in that funny way that never meant anything, until you found yourself back in that trailer, doing what you found yourself doing more frequently than the job you were getting paid for. Steve was never on time for anything, but every afternoon he’d find his way back to that trailer- back to you. Ink covered knuckles slipping up under the hem of your shirt and your breath hitched a little. What you were doing was addictive- this wild and untamed allure. It made you feel like a kid stealing from the cookie jar, not only fulfilling the kinds of fantasies most fangirls can only dream of, but doing it in such an egregious, public way. Steve’s touch was like a drug that you just couldn’t get enough of.

But just like that previous incident, it seemed that you couldn’t steal away for a moment alone without getting interrupted. You felt him grin crookedly against your lips, buy just as Steve had those calloused fingers of his hooked into your bra strap, you caught a glimpse of a curious looking blur out of the corner of your vision. Eyes shooting wide, you realized that you were getting to second base while making full on eye contact with one of your boyfriend’s coworkers. Sinking out of view from where he was peeping in the window, Chris mimicked the same words you told him, “Nothing…”

He didn’t really see anything that the guys hadn’t seen before from you two, but that isn’t to say your heart didn’t leap into your mouth. Hurrying to cover himself up, Steve’s rough hands froze on you. To him, this felt like a ‘straw that broke the camel’s back’ moment. They wanted him to say something about you? Yeah, he was gonna say something…Grasping your hand, he pulled you to your feet and spun you around with a single, deft movement, leading you to stumble along to where he practically kicked the door open. Standing in the door way with you- still in your bra, mind you- Steve called out to where the guys were eagerly clustered arround, “Alright, fuckers…”

It was a scene straight out of a movie. One hand on the back of your waist, the other intertwining with yours as he dipped you to plant a kiss right on your lips! All the chaos and laughter was replaced by this collective silence, and it was so quiet that you could hear the startled little squeak you let out at the suddenness of this dramatic gesture. This wan’t the way you thought he’d go about making your relationship public, but what else could you expect from Steve-O? Righting you, it seemed that every ounce of tension that had been building up the past few weeks were broken with a wave of wolf whistles and cheering. Flashing that charming, boyish grin, he raised one eyebrow as he turned to the cast, “…you satisfied?” The only one who could summon any words was Knoxville. Lips curling into a smile, he nodded, “Well, can’t say I’m disappointed in you two lovebirds.”

[ambrossart]

My question is a bit far-fetched😅 but well I'll still say it, if Evelyn leaves Derry for whatever reason at this moment in the story, she moves with her family to another place or maybe she moves alone to live with a relative outside from Derry or something like that, let's suppose that Evelyn leaves Derry as a possibility (which now in this age and this stage of history I think is impossible, it's just a supposition) how would her surroundings react, especially Henry, I think he would be the one who It would affect him more and what about Patricio???? and Victor??

Somehow I got this idea in my head because Evelyn wants to move when she grows up and she has postcards in her room with places she wants to visit and she once said she wants to leave Derry.

Far-fetched or not, I absolutely love this question! I was gonna save this one for next week, but I need to answer it now; otherwise, it’s just gonna nag at me all weekend.

So let’s jump right in! (This is gonna be really scattered and unorganized because I’m just word-vomiting all my thoughts right now.)

The Bowers Gang Reacts to Evelyn Moving

tw; brief mentions of murder and suicide.

— Henry

Henry has massive abandonment issues, so congratulations, you’ve just unlocked his greatest fear.

Evelyn entered Henry’s life the day after his mom left, so he’s developed a very intense and almost childlike attachment to her.

He’s demanding and possessive, but most of all, he’s terrified of losing her, which is probably why he feels the need to test her as much as he does, but that’s a whole other discussion.

Anyway—

If Evelyn leaves, Henry’s not just losing a love interest—he’s losing his sole source of safety and comfort. He goes to her when he needs to escape all the shit he deals with at home. If she leaves, where’s he gonna go? What’s he gonna do? He’s gonna be stuck in a town that he hates, in a house that he hates, with nothing but bad memories and bad feelings. It’s a recipe for disaster.

When Evelyn tells Henry she’s leaving, his initial reaction will be utter disbelief.

Evelyn can't leave Derry. They're supposed to leave together.

Henry has been wanting to leave for years, but he's stayed in this shitty town for her.

How can she just leave without him?

And then that little voice will kick in. You know the voice. It’s his dad’s voice.

Of course she’s leaving, that voice will say. That’s what women do. They’re selfish whores who leave you.

Turns out, his dad was right yet again.

And that's when Henry’s rage will take over. He’ll lash out at Evelyn and say horrible, hateful things.

He'll probably break stuff. Stuff that holds a lot of sentimental value for Evelyn.

Will he get violent with her? Maybe. I’d like to think he wouldn’t, but in this case, there’s a fair chance he could.

Regardless, he’ll refuse to see her on her last day in Derry.

Evelyn will want to say goodbye (and she’ll feel so, so guilty and heartbroken over this whole situation), but Henry won’t let her.

Knowing Evelyn, she’ll probably write him a letter or something, and Henry will keep that letter for the rest of his life.

Even if he hates her, he'll keep it.

He’ll go to her house once it’s empty.

He'll lie down on the floor of Evelyn’s bedroom and stay there for hours.

He'll keep visiting the house until it sells and another family moves in.

And then he’ll inevitably self-destruct.

He’ll get a lot more aggressive and violent. He’ll probably start abusing alcohol or some other drug. And if he doesn’t end up in jail for killing someone (like his dad), he’ll probably end up eating a bullet at some point.

Are you guys sad yet? I’m sad.

— Patrick

With Patrick, I think it depends on where he and Evelyn are in their relationship.

If he’s already had his fun with her, he won’t even notice she’s gone. He’ll have already moved on to his next obsession.

Evelyn? Who’s Evelyn?

This is the best-case scenario. The alternative is… well honestly it’s kind of terrifying.

Evelyn and Patrick’s relationship is built upon this mutual fascination they have with each other. So if Evelyn leaves abruptly, before Patrick has fully sated his curiosity…

Well that just isn’t allowed.

See Patrick thinks he’s the center of the universe and that everyone else exists solely for his pleasure and entertainment.

He doesn’t recognize other people’s thoughts or feelings because in his mind they’re not supposed to have their own thoughts and feelings.

They’re no different than the flies he used to kill with his ruler.

Why would Evelyn think she can just… leave? Who gave her permission to do that?

So Patrick will be confused, like genuinely confused, probably the most confused he’s ever been in his life.

This doesn’t ever happen. This isn’t supposed to happen. Why is this happening?

(And why is it bothering him so much?)

He’ll probably start questioning his own reality, honestly.

When Evelyn breaks the news to Patrick, he’ll be calm… like eerily calm.

He’ll probably say something like, “Well that’s too bad, isn’t it?”

And there will be something in his tone that makes Evelyn very uncomfortable. It’ll make every hair on her body stand on end.

She’ll convince herself that she’s overreacting, of course, because in reality what’s Patrick gonna do? Kill her?

Famous last words.

On Evelyn’s last night in Derry, Patrick will sneak into her room for one last goodbye…

and Evelyn will finally meet the monster under the mask.

— Victor

I think Victor would handle this situation the best, honestly.

He’ll be sad, of course, but he’s mature enough now to know this isn’t the end of the world. People move all the time. It's a natural part of life.

And it's a good thing Evelyn's getting out of Derry. She deserves better than Derry.

He’ll probably help Evelyn pack up her things.

During this time, they’ll probably spend a lot of time reminiscing and going through all of Evelyn’s old keepsakes.

All those letters she wrote Vic? All those drawings? Yeah those are definitely coming out of storage. Victor’s mom will probably bring them over herself, and she’ll be a sobbing mess about the whole situation.

If Vic ever plans to confess, this will be the time he does it.

Maybe Evelyn will reciprocate his feelings.

Maybe she won’t.

Either way, they’ll stay in touch after Evelyn moves. Evelyn will make sure they do.

They’ll talk on the phone regularly, exchange letters, and Vic will probably send her a postcard or two (because Vic knows how happy that would make her).

Once Vic graduates high school, he’ll probably try to move closer to Evelyn, especially if she responded positively to his confession.

He’ll either try to get into the same university or one close by.

(And could you imagine if Jimmy also went to that school and the three of them had a little reunion?)

(Perfect ending! 😂)

Yeah, those two will be fine.

— Belch

I know you didn’t ask about Belch, but Evelyn leaving would seriously affect his life, too!

Evelyn helps Belch keep Henry from going off the deep end.

With her gone, Henry’s gonna start to unravel, and Belch isn’t gonna be able to hold him together on his own.

So Belch will have a choice to make: he either goes down in flames with Henry or he steps away and separates from him entirely.

For Belch’s sake, I sincerely hope he chooses the latter.

He deserves to be happy.

[jitterbugjive]

I hate that people can easily find the stupid and shitty things I said and did over 5 years ago and jump to the conclusion that that's who I am, and there's no easy way for anyone to see all the efforts I've been making since then to NOT be that person. It's hard to find all my apologies and explanations because I didn't tag them all properly. I've tried time and time again to explain that I was mimicking the behavior bad adults gave me when I was growing up and that no one really called me out on that behavior until it was too late. I've tried to explain that since then I've been going through extensive therapy to separate bad learned behavior from who I want to actually be. There's so much more to this whole story than what one small chunk of the internet is making it out to be. People who actually know me know that this has been eating me up constantly and that I am always living in fear of losing everything to this drama.

especially since some of that info takes quotes out of context, jumps to conclusions that aren't true, or flat out lies about what certain artworks are depicting or meaning to convey (Like claiming a grown ass adult is a child even tho I have proof the character looks totally different as an adult than as a child, or claiming that a shock piece meant to make people reel back in horror was a fetish when it was not at all that)

It takes clips of things without the full picture and puts words in my mouth.

Here's a little something about how I used to talk about sore subjects: I would make a controversial sounding statement, but then I would explain myself in a way that would show the statement wasn't as bad as I was making it out to be. A lot of the time they just take that bad statement and paste it for the world to see, without giving any of that context of me explaining why I said that and why it's not what it sounds like.

I wish people were smart enough to spot cherry picking when they see it, but they just aren't. They'll see one sentence, and someone saying "look they're supporting this bad thing" and that's all they need to think that's what it is. People aren't smart enough to really ask questions and try to understand a situation, all they want is face value to tell them how to think and feel.

People aren't going to bother to listen to me because I'm "the bad guy" and I'll "say anything to cover my ass".

Listen, if I was really that horrible of a person, don't you think there would be more evidence out there that is very clear and blunt and not just making assumptions on what a thing means?

I'm never gonna sit here and say what I said and did wasn't wrong, it was, but it was not done because I was trying to be a terrible person or prey on anyone. It was because I was insanely misguided by someone who groomed me for 5 years since childhood and then abused me for another 3 in a really toxic relationship. And then I never got HELP for it, I never got therapy to cope with it, I never even realized until way later that 'holy shit this person was 7 years older than me and was taking advantage of me the whole time'. Like I knew they were abusive but adults being friends with children was so normalized in my head, and throughout my life many adults or older kids exposed me to things I shouldn't have been and it skewed in my head what was appropriate behavior or not. Or what was okay to draw or not. And a lot of my opinions were formed around this adult who convinced me things like loli/shota were fine as long as they were strictly made up, and he fed me a lot of nonsense about what does and doesn't make a predator to cover his own ass. I was seriously fucked up almost beyond repair for a long time.

I have a warning on my blog now that minors shouldn't be following me, I make it a point to not ever work with minors on projects or talk to a minor in any capacity beyond a fan to artist relationship. I understand now that it is my responsibility as a NSFW artist that I simply cannot have minors as friends. And being much older now I don't even want minors as friends anyway. When I was in my early 20s the age gap didn't feel as bad but I'm definitely feeling it now and I just don't want to deal with minors any more.

I'm not a danger to anyone, I'm not spewing apologetics for horrible people, I've been doing my best to be a much better and more informed person

And I have no easy way to prove any of it in a way that will matter

I'm only talking about this now because once again I was kicked out of something because someone found that old info and that was all it took. No one cares about my side of things.

And I don't know if this will ever go away

I don't know if I'll ever find any amount of comfortable success because I can't get rid of this shit and on the internet it doesn't matter how long ago you did something or how much you've changed, you did it and therefor you're bad forever.

I hate this shit so much.

[mydahliarose]

Four restless sheeps 🪽🃏🎼❄️

Tags: nobody can't sleep, shenanigans with angst, silliness, theres some angst, Michael losing his shit, Michael has a nightmare, my ocs, my exorcist ocs, whb au.

Synopsis: Michael, niiri and the exorcists needed full rest for there Sunday church recidle. But things dont go as planned as inconvenience happen that causes them to loose sleep. While that's happening Michael has a nightmare of one of his worst fears to ever happen...niiri eating the artificial fruit of knowledge that triggers a conflict in his head.

Pairings: niiri x Michael/Miiri

Fandom: what in hell is bad?

8:50 pm on a Saturday night , it was time for our early birds to head to bed for tomarrows church service.

For the exorcists this was always an important day to attend with there assigned priest, to spread the words of god and the good hes done.

This too was important for Michael, since he was the arc angel chosen by them, thus he must participate. not only that, but his divine presence in the cathedral truly changes the mood to something hopeful and peaceful for the humans once he appears, he was truly the highlight of these services, especially when he talked about god.

And lastly niiri. despite the circumstances, she was willing to go out and recite the bible, with the help of Michael healing her along the way. she would just need to adjust her face with glamour magic to not scare of the humans, proving them that shes means no harm to them, unless one of them angers her beloved angel thats a different story....

Now then, the heater was turned on there room since today was a very cold night. Everyone even wore there fluffy pajamas, adding extra fur blankets to sleep with. All four had begun to sleep together in one room after the incident of the Christmas miracle that happend with Michael... Ever since then, hes been extremely paranoid of bieng randomly transported elsewhere with that happening again. So naturally thats how this came to be. Niiri slept on the edge next to there small desk, Michael slept next to her no surprise there, thiago slept between Michael and Merewyn, offering himself to adjust there pillows bieng the heart of gold that he was.

" well goodnight everyone!" Niiri said as she placed a kiss on Michaels forhead, making him do the same. Thiago yawned and stretched his arms out, accidentally hitting mery and Michael. Only Michael reacted in irritation, luckily he dosent get the same treatment as he treats gabriel. "Mind your movement next time." He said in a stern manner, if the most he does is give you a warning, then you know he has somewhat of a soft spot for you. Poor thiago still isnt used to his harshness but regardless as his chosen angel he showed respect to him nontheless but always found a way to try and get on his good side. " Apologies arc angel i didnt mean to do it on purpose! And you to mery, id feel horrible if i injured your beautiful self." The sickly ice queen rolls her eyes not even looking at him, the corner of her lip struggling to not form a vague smile. " Its fine. Lets just close our eyes already *cough*" " Hmph apology accepted i suppose." Said Michael as he yawns, resting his head againts niiri. " Alright you two hush now, before you agitate my angel that he dosent get his beauty sleep~". When she said it, it felt almost like a threat, but when it comes to the exorcists she perfers to spook them.

Finally, peace and quite. Humming of the heater echoed through the room, a very satisfying noise to hear during nighttimes. At times it made popping sounds with clicks but that didnt wake any of them up. Atleast, not because of the machine. 1:19 am Thiago was nocked out cold at this point and so was our beloved taboo lovers. They where warm with each other and ever so much so with the heater. Well, that was until the room started feeling more neautral of both temperatures colliding eachother, then the room felt cooler. With the fluffy blankets they all where sleeping in, it was manageable. But then the room went from normal cool to chilly. Michael began shifting around a bit as his body began to get goosbumps from the sudden lower change in temperature, he tried so hard to ignore it until he couldn't take it anymore and woke up beyond pissed. "Is the heater broken?!" He said to himself, but when he looked it was fine. It had not been tampered with nor did anything indicate it was broken of sorts. Then how? Windows where closed the door was closed and the ac wasnt on. So how on earth is this ha- " I-its so cold!". Now niiri had woken up. " AY DIOS MIO!(OH MY GOD)

IM GETTING FROSTBITES!". then the three awakened friends look towards Merewyn.

" hm? W-whats w- *ACHOO!* The answer was all clear now, merys abilities began to accidentally slip out when she was deep asleep, that she had no idea she was freezing everyone in the room. " MERY! YOUR RUINING MY BEAUTIFUL PASTEL SKIN WITH YOUR GIFT! GET OUT BEFORE YOU GET US ALL SICK AND KILL US!". his rage almost sounded like he summoned thunder from outside that thiago nearly jumped while niiri just pulled him in a hug to calm him* " Ooooh but just a week you begged me to get you sick for niiris attention and where on your knees until i said yes!". ".....are you talking back to me?". He tried to look intimidating, merys face however always had that sickly expression on her face. To drowsy because of her abilities that she could barley change any expression. Thus she wasnt phased by his anger. " Shhh shhh~ angelica, take a deep breath in and out come on, don't take it out on her she cant help it and you know it..." Niiri says with empathy towards Merewyn. Michael turns his gaze away from her and back to niiri's, he grunts, before closing his eyes doing as he tolds taking a few breaths to control his temper.* "*Sigh* sorry for my behavior...." "Its fine arc angel." She coughs, this time thiago offers to help rub her back. " Take it easy, maybe sleep underneath the blankets that way the cold can succumed to the warmth?" "Ill try that..." So she does just that, wrapping herself in a burrito formation from head to toe, so the others could rest well and herself. Sure enough, the room began to fade of its winter solstice.

3:06 am Soft snores and breathing of peacful lambs nuzzled in a lullabies tune, they all looked peaceful, much better than an hour ago. Niiri's active imagination often didn't let her sleep immediately. It took a while for her to reach REM sleep, she was always thinking about romantic scenarios with her dove, from chasing eachother in the clouds of the sky while they giggle, to marrying in heaven. Sometimes these dreams would shift into what it could be like to make proper love to each other. Everytime shed reach the part of penetration, shed awaken herself looking embarrassed, running towards the bathroom and splash herself with cold water. Sadly no wet dreams would happen today, and instead once her head finally shut off her her imagination turned into a dream about her and Michael together in the garden of eden. Sitting down in a beautiful garden of flowers that once existed in the early years of humanity. It started of as all of the things niiri has played with Michael, playing pat a cake, to chasing eachother playing tag. Catching up to Michael as she tackles him to the ground, never yelling always laughing having fun with nothing to put them on edge. Whats this? A butterfly lands on michaels nose, he tries to shoo it away but it keeps coming back to him. Hes growing irritated but then niiri moves closer to him, helping to move it away. When it does another one comes in and lands on her nose aswell. Because they where both close, the butterflies looked as if they where kissing with a simple touch. The wind breeze blows towards there direction, both of there hair swaying around in strands covering each other's faces. It looked as if they where caressing them. They both begin to move there lips close to each other, as they close there eyes. From the skies, angels play a melody through the strings of there harp, while they hum there lovesong for them. As if the angels had accepted there love. A dream that niiri wishes to be reality.

The two doves in love begin to tilt there heads fora kiss, mimicking the butterflies. "Michael..." "Niiri..." A beautiful dream, unfortunately shattered thanks to the maestro's mighty snores that managed to manefest in her dreams destroying all the meaningful scenarios. Niiri's eyes jolted up, extremely irritated that her crimson iris dilated until it stretched so far, now her eyes pure pitch black darkness. How dare her dream gets interrupted in the worst way possible!.

" get your baracuda note ass OUT OF MY DREAMS!" she grabs her pillow and lunges towards thiagos side, smothering him with it with force. Waking thiago up was a force to be wreckin with, when you do that your unententionaly asking to get thrown towards a wall or cieling, in this case for niiri its the latter. "OOF!", to no surprise Michael was awoken very much by thus, especially considering she was holding him, poor guy nearly got flown up too but not to high up. " did you..." he did not hesitate to grab him by both the collar of his shirt and begin shaking him violently. " Did you just hurt my beloved sunshine and rainbows, my happiness, my anti-depressants, my lucky charms cereal personified that everytime i kiss raises my dopamine level because how sugar happy she is!? My cute psychotic harlequin that id be willing to get caught and be send in an insane asylum matching straight jackets and socks just so that we can laugh hysterically and break out of there like bonnie and clyde!? TELL ME WHY I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW?!". "....that was very elaborate, ever thought of writing poetry one day?". " With your blood used as ink for my quill pen, perhaps i shall consider it." "WAIT NO-." Before thaigo could brace himself for whatever demise Michael was about to give him, niiri's full force of body weight landed on both of them. Causing the bed to break halfway and nock them both out. " what on earth?! *Cough!*" Mery peeked out of her covers to see the mess. she looks at the time and is stunned to see how late is getting "guys seriously, we have service in a couple more hours, sleep damnit!" None heard her. All where to blacked out to hear mery.

For a moment thiago said something. " Its Baritone...not baracuda...." now he passed out with his last breath. "Tsk.." mery didnt bother and just tried to go back to sleep. 4:00 am In a couple more hours they would attend there dutys, unfortunately for them they havent gotten the full rest they needed now to stay fully awake. " *Sigh* ". At this time it finally took Michael to somewhat stay asleep, mostly half awake. This would lead him to lucid dream in the same scenario that niiri had fallen to a while ago, the garden of eden. Instead of laying in a garden they where walking towards the tree of knowledge. In the dream niiri wanted to show Michael something , she begins to climb up to grab the apple from it. Once she jumps down she shows it to him, smiling. " If i eat this apple...i can finally become an angel..." The moment she said these words, his heart sunk. Feeling of his heartstrings tearing bit by bit, until it could no longer bear. He could not move, not even to shout at her to stop, no no no...thats not the real fruit of knowledge...its a fabricated one. Michael knows all to well what would happen to her if she ever got her hands in an artificial one....angels are truly cruel. "S-stop! D-dont!" His thoughts could only echo through his own head. "Please dont! Niiri!". He fought as if he was trying to tear the stitches pricked to his mouth, but everytime he couldnt. He needed to wake from this dream, no nightmare... " NIIRI DONT EAT IT!". It was like chains where wrapped around him to be unable move, and help his lover from avoiding an awful demise, how awfully familiar this felt... " ITS NOT WORTH IT! ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN...". He was going to break free wether the nightmare wanted to or not, nothing was going to keep Michael from stopping this scenario all together. His lips as he used all his force to yell, began to slow motionly move. Like glue unsticking, his body like a bull using all his strength to pull a wagon.

Until the breakthrough happend, he began to walk slow motion, to slowly pacing then. With the speed of the angels light, he tackled her to the ground, once she landed to the ground. *Swoosh!* His halo triggered, his amount of high fear and stress messed with his halo that the room shined so bright. Awakening everyone including himself. Huffing and sweating, he squeezed niiri so tight she was struggling to catch air. It had been a good while since he got this intense. "Angelica? Angelica! Its ok its ok! Im here...." She rubbed his back, while thiago accompanied this act even mery, despite how he acted with them, they still showed great empathy towards him during his worst moments. " Arc angel are you ok?" "Judging from the intense radiance, you had a nightmare...*acho!*". " Angelica, is that true? Please dont bottle up your emotions you can tell us...". Shaky breathes contenued to leave his body, he was still gripping onto his beloved doll until very gently, he begins to relax. Taking a while to full catch his breathe before he spoke.

" i-im...im fine...like mery said just a nightmare...". Niiri looked in concern and curiously. " What sort of dream was it Michael?." Hos body froze, heartbeat began to skip rapidly again. He couldnt do it...he couldn't tell her... He could not bare the thought of shattering her dream of becoming an angel. He could not take the reaction shed make if she learned the truth. Althou it was a dream, it was a real thing that has occured to unlucky demons. "....i-i thought i had lost you for good is all...i thought....*sniffles*.... i-i thought i was going to loose you like i lost my hyung....but it was just a nightmare....im so glad..." Niiri's eyes were suddenly filled with a few tears, to think he had such a dream ached her so much. He deserved to be surrounded with people he loves, but Michael was always unlucky when it came to that, from his brother leaving to not having a great relationship with his two other ones. How tragic...and now this fear was manefesting in his subconscious. She tilted her head down to place a kiss on his raven locks. " It was a bad dream dear, i promise you i will always be by your side no matter what..., i know with this sudden dream, it must be difficult to comprehend that at this moment...but what i said is a fact...i love you." She brings his head up to look at hers then places both her fingers on the edge of his lips to form a happy smile. " Cmon smile! Your as happy as the sunshine! Infact your as cute as one! My precious star smile~" she cooed ever so cutley. Atlast, he giggled. Her voice everytime she shifted it to a cutsey one always made him smile. Especially with her words of reassurance. "Ahh...perhaps i feel just a little bit better now...thank you." He kissed her, then turns to the others. "And thank you two for keeping me company aswell." Both the exorcists smiled. " Your our mighty angel friend, of course will be by your side! Exorcists and angels stick together after all." Pats his back.

" what thiago said." Said merywen. Michael smiled. "Lets try to catch some rest..." 4:30 am "....i cant sleep." "Me neather." " Me too..." " Me three..." There brains where exhausted, but after everything thats happend in the past hours there eyes refused to shut now. ' jesus Christ, not only cant i not sleep, but my crying has caused me to have a massive headache with half sleep deprevation combined..." Michael rubs his eyes. " Sigh...perhaps counting sheeps might help? I used to do that with my siblings back at home and they where sound asleep!." Said thaigo. Niiri then lifted herself halfway up upon hearing that. " I can help with that!" " You can?" Said merywen. " Of course mary! Anything that has to do with my imagination can come to life!." Michael smiles, he loved how enthusiastic she was. " Go for it, im sure itll come in handy." " I sure hope so...acho!".

With glee niiri claps her hands, letting out a squeel. With her other hand using her index nail, she carves a shape around her palm. A sheep, a very fluffy sheep in her own blood mixed with her once creators in hades. Once she was done, she let her mind drift of to maladaptive daydream mode, once her scenario was in its intensity, she blew her bloodied palm sheep. Like bubbles bieng blown in a bathtub, they floated around until the thick crimson liquid began to form into white wool, then a "baa!" Was heard. Sure enough, the blood became a sheep then more and more appeard, as they all jumped around. Disappearing and reappearing. Like a film strip projector, as if they where watching from an auditorium. " Woah...i feel as if i took an edible.." said mery. " For me its like my favorite rhyme story became live action front in center!". Said Thiago. Michael looks up at niiri's counting sheep imagination. part of him felt saddned, in the sense lucifer hyung used to sing him that before bed. But on the other hand, the nostalgia made him feel somewhat happy.

" wanna see something cute?". Niiri said, as she imagined the sheeps looking like each and one of them changing the fur into there hair color and accessories. " Haha of course you gave my sheep its little wing feather." The seraph said all happily and joyful. " Awww niiri! You gave mine its guitar! Oh quick! Make it sing the rhyme!". " I think if it starts singing like you, i dont know if id be terrfied or start laughing for it having a human voice." Perhaps it was best if the sheeps stuck to bleating thought mery. " Silly thiago! If i do that then all of us arent going to stop singing! Its staying in its default bleating." The maestro couldnt help but laugh because its true. His music would cause a bit of trouble. " Ahh another time then." " Ok guys, so what if we all counted each sheep each. That way maybe will slowly succumb to sleep and rest with the little few hours we got?." The service would begin at 8 am. If they could shut there eyes and sleep through the 3 and a half hours, they could maybe have some energy to recite there words. " sounds like a plan". The three said. "Baa!". The Michael sheep jumps first. " One sheep...". "Baa!". Then thiagos. " Two sheep..." "Baaa!" Then merys. " Three..". "Baaa!" Niiris sheep follows. " Four sheep!...". " Baaa!". Repeats again. " Five sheep..." " Six sheep.." " Seven sheep.." " Eight sheep!". The clock ticks, second hand moving along with the rhymes of the restless sheeps on the bed. Minute hand taking its steps as they count. Yawns grow louder but no rest yet, thou they close there eyes in hopes to drift away soon. They would count until they grow weary. " Thirty sheep..." " Thirty one sheep..." " Thirty two sheep..." " Thirty three sheepling..." A couple more minutes pass. " Eighty..." " Eighty one..." " Eighty two..." "Eighty three..." A couple more pass *Tick tock..tick...tock...* " One hundred thirty..." " One hundred thirty one...." "One hundred uhh....thirty two..."

" one hundred.....one hundred...hundred..." *Tick....tock....tick...tock* "....... hundred....." "..........two......" " Thirty something....." " Hundred uhh....". 5:20 am.

"........" "........" "......." "......." Finally...sound asleep as baby lambs. They where all snuggled up together. So peaceful. This is how they should always look. No paranoia, no worry and no pressure to hold on an image they need to represent. Bieng held by there loved ones. Feeling the saftey and comfort of them. No work dutys to worry about. Moments like these should last fore- ACHOOO! "..... whoever just sneezed, your about to meet divine punishment....NOW!". Thiago and mery shrieked, the maestro immediately went to the corner of the bed and held onto mery for protection. But instead she ended up trying to push him away so she could run out. " ESPERA! ( WAIT!) ARC ANGEL IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! THE WOOL LANDED ON MY NOSE AND I SNEEZED! I DIDNT THINK THAT COULD HAPPEN!." He pleaded like hes never pleaded before. " hahaha HAHAHAHA!". he punched the wall cracking it. He couldnt take it anymore, hes beauty sleep officially ruined by so many conveniences occuring within the hours passed by.

" oh my god hes lost it...". At this rate Merewyn truly believed the church was about to be demolished from his rage. " 5 hours....five hours of missing my beautiful sleep schedule...do you have any idea whats the longest we've slept? Four hours....after twelve....". The mad seraph then grabs his pillow and screams in it so loud that it tears through. " I was very nice until now.." he chuckles menacingly again. "So now....you must perish.." If thiago could ever hit a G10 note it was at this moment. " NO MICHAEL P-". but then mery said something that put the two in a pause. " Wait niiri, where did she go?". All his pent up anger suddenly disappeared, but when he turned to look over, from wrath to the most intense worry hes ever been. " Niiri?! Niiri! I didnt even feel her leave?!." " Me eather, i didnt feel her get up or anything? Maybe shes in the bathroom?". Thiago then intervines when he noticed something. " Wait the main door is left open, the kitchen perhaps?." " She does certainly get the Munchies at night sometimes...". Michael gets up to go and check. " Well dont just sit there, follow me!." He ordered. " Yes sir arc angel sir!" Both say in sync before jumping out the bed following him to find there eccentric friend.

Once they where out the main hallway, the searched the kitchen first. She wasnt there, worried they scatter around the area from cathedral to checking out the different corridors of the rooms. She was no where to be on sight, like she vanished in thin air. With the nightmare Michael had. He thought the worse, then with the speration of his hyung abandonment issues occured. His poor head could never catch a break ever. " Where is she.... WHERE IS SHE?!." Michael clutched his head tight. Already tears flowed down his cheeks. "Michael....". Thiago was about to go comfort him until he saw the main door completely open. " Arc angel look! The main door! I think she went outside the main entrance!". " Why on earth would she go outside so late at night? Not only that she has that invisible demon to worry about!." Something would dawn on Michael, this behavior...hes seen it before. " Dont tell me... oh good gracious my dolly pie is sleep walking again!." He remembered now. This once occured during there dollhouse session when they once took a nap there, until he was awakend by nocking on the walls. When he stood up he saw her bumping herself on the wall while snoring loudly. He had to gently take her back to bed without scaring her to bits.

" the doll sleep walks? Michael why didn't you tell us sooner..." Thiago places both hands on his shoulder. "if father ever woke up in the middle of the night and sees that...i fear he might accidentally throw holy water out of fight or flight instincts....". Just thinking about himself ever walking out at night and seeing niiri's tall ass walking towards him in zombie mode sends shivers down his spine. " WE HAVE TO FIND HER IMMEDIATELY!." " Then stop yelling and lets go outside already!." Both men run outside while Merewyn runs behind them as she thinks to herself how has there priest not woken up by all of this commotion at this point.

Out in the entrance of the church was a fountain with cherubs statues around. There was a garden with many beautiful flowers. There was mostly white lilies and roses. But most importantly where was niiri? The gate outside that leads to the district streets where shut tight, which ment she was still in the area, good that leaves out one stressful situation out. " So shes still here...but i wouldnt put it past her that she climbed out her way without realizing...". Said Michael. growing more anxious not knowing where she could be. Oh god...what if foras captured her? What if he brought her the fabricated apple to convert her into that monstrosity?! Wait no if anything gabriel would be capable of doing that....wait a minute... what if Gabriel is here without his knowledge and saw her!? No no no no no! Its all on your head Michael this is your mental condition playing tricks on you! Shell be fine shell be fine she will be fine-. "Hm?". Sounds of snores suddenly snapped him out of it, hands that where clutching his head where slowly brought down. Oh how he is glad to hear such noise that was coming from his lover. " I hear it to where is it coming from?" Merewyn looked around. " Hmm a true divine musician would know where such music is coming from." Michael rolled his eyes in utter annoyance. " Well mister i know every music genre where is she?!." thiago listened to the snores and listened carefully until his ear twitched, snapping his fingers he then pointed to where the source was coming from. " The music notes are coming...UP THERE!." When Michael and Merewyn looked up there eyes widen. She was climbing at the tallest part of the church, she had unknowingly climbed all the way at the top of the architect. " Niiri!". The worried seraph summoned his wings to reach towards the top, again he didnt want to spook her or else she will have a great fall, so he first attempted to talk to her gently.

" dolly, hey dolly...im going to pick you up gently and bring you down ok?." He said in a soft angelic whisper. " Arc angel be careful, since shes a demon its very possible that sleep walking could be ten times more dangerous for them if you wake them up the wrong way." " Thiago has a point, maybe touching her in the state shes in might not be such a g-". " You think i, a seraph wouldnt know such an obvious thing? Dont take me for a fool now..." Michael knew what he was doing, thus why he was very quite in the first place. Because of the commotion coming from the two exorcists and Michaels response to them, she would begin shifting around a bit, mumbling to herself in the processing. " Shhh shhh everythings alright...". She would calm down, whatever aggression that was building up from her sudden awakenes would go down, returning the peace and tranquility she was in. " Good...lets do this slowly now." He whispered to himself, as he hovered down back to lower grounds as quietly as he could. Everytime he flapped his wings a bit to loud hed flinch, thinking she would react violently. When she didnt react hed sigh of relief and contenued his way down, then finally on his two feet Atlast with his sleeping lover in his arms. " Oh good gracious that was almost stressful to watch..." Said mery. " I found it to be a peace of cake." Michael said with outmost pride for accomplishing his mission. " Good job arc angel! Id high five you but perhaps until your arms are empty." Said thaigo. Bieng proud of his comrade. " Why thank you thiago, yes later...now lets head back ins- *DING!* A loud chime ringing back and forth echoed all throughout the district of the exorcists. That ment one thing, It was time to wake up and practice before 8 am. Dawn finally approached, lighting the restless sheeps in its morning light. All looked in deafeat Then niiri woke up, triggering her scare that she nearly hit everyone around her.

" aghhh!!! Huh? Oh! Its morning! Wait why are we all outside?". She looked around her surroundings, then looked at her beloveds done with it all look and onto the exorcists, they to shared the same expression. " Im guessing nobody got sleep in the end..." " Nope...." Michaels golden eye twitched. " Oh your very mad aint ya?" " ....mhmm..." Aggressively twitches. Thiago nervously laughs, walking towards Michael to pat his back but he shifts him away. " Arc angel listen, think of the positive! Atleast we all bonded together through this with the power of friendship!". Thiago grinned with a thumbs up pose, shining his teeth in the process. But Michael was beyond pleased, he was silent and then a familiar manical laugh that made thiago drink his own saliva that he to laughed, except his was because he was nervous as hell. " I am going to kill you...hehehe.... hahahaha... HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! get that power of friendship cliche OUT! IT DOSENT WORK ON ME!." " Michael relax nobody got slep its not just y-" mery was stopped. " IM DONE! FIRST I CANT GET ANY SLEEP BACK IN HEAVEN NOW HERE TO?! HANG ME NOW!." whats done was done and Michael had lost it. Niiri jumped out of his arms and instead switched positions to carry him instead to spoil him in distracting him in his own praise. " My star~ look at me now~ althou your eyes are baggied with darkness, you still manage to keep that stern cold authoritorian in the group. You are the true definition of what an angel should be~ She kissed his throbbing Temple that was filled with exhaustion and stress. Sure enough, that got his face blushing. " ....you truly know how to get this serphs dopamine running dolly~." They all rubbed there eyes and head back inside, not even wanting to be a part of the service anymore after everything.

" can we just ask father for a day off? Im sure he wouldn't mind at all and hed be understanding of our reason to." Thiago said with a loud yawn, barley keeping his eyes open. " No, we must make father and God proud. You are exorcists and i am an arc angel that humans look up to. And a demon who must show there worth to these humans that a demon can switch sides. We all have a title we represent, we cannot simply just take a day off from it!." Michael was always serious about these things, days off are unheard of for him. Its no surprise he overworks himself to the brim of perfection that he cares what others could think of him. " Arc angel hes right, i understand where your coming from but maybe not today..there will be another and another day! Just this once atleast." Begged Merewyn. " Angelica...while i understand how meaningful this is to me and you...i haven't exactly gotten good rest eather, that sleep walking incident made me feel extra more tired... maybe not today, atleast next week!." "...." To be perfect, to keep an image that was made sloley to represent you. Throughout years hes been doing this to no end. Never thinking much for himself thus never improving on his own mental well bieng. It was exhausting... Who could he tell? Nobody. Everything was for gods purpose he didnt dare defy it. Well, he did when he fell in love with niiri. Oh sweet niiri... For once think for yourself Michael for your own well bieng and for your friends and niiri... Stop hurting yourself like this. He thought to himself. "....ok." "Lets all go back to our rooms..." Everyone eyes widend in awe. " Thank you angelica!, come now i think your about to pass o-." *THUD!* "....." niiri didnt caught him in time, but when she bent down to attempt to pick him up, restlessness caught up to her and faints next to him. The exorcists where only gifted humans by God thus ultimately passing out from intense exhaustion.

Few minutes passed and there priest went looking for them wondering where were they? It didnt take long to find them all passed out in the entrance hall, snoring in peace. He smiled, he realized they perhaps didnt get enough sleep so one by he carried them around there shoulders back to there rooms. There where all tucked in and left alone now. Lights turned off while the noise of the organ echoed through there rooms outside of the cathedral with singing chants of the people. Sound asleep Atlast... .... ............ .............. God, wherever you might be... however far away you are... Hear my prayers.... Lord...please protect niiri. Please protect her from ever eating that abomination.... Forgive her sins God.... And please forgive mine.... Shes a demon with a pure angels heart... forgive her....please... All i ask that she never comes across it....ever... Forgive her.... Its not her fault that she was born a demon. Niiri... Hes mind tiresome, always battling something everyday never knowing peace. First he hated demons for taking his beloved hyung away sworing her kill them all in revenge. But then niiri happend and now hes in a conflict of her never wanting to convert her to avoid her of an awful demise he would wish on any other demons but her... A corrupted angel unable to think and destroy anything in its path, a zombie state almost. Niiri... " I love you just the way you are...". He mumbled these words as he slept next to her, a tear ran down in his right side as he thought all of his worries. But eventually these thoughts faded. And finally soft airs left his body. Shifting closer to her side, her arm by itself moved to caress his midnight locks. Finally... security and saftey. No more worries. Its all going to be ok. He smiled, as he finally succumbed to sleep. Goodnight.

End

[invisiblegarters]

Micro (or not) BL Reviews

It's that time again. Seeing as how a couple of things have ended recently and I let my obsession with a certain drama sort of take over everything else of late, I dedicated this week to catching up on all the things I've been missing and doing a quick round up (or not so quick, as it's me).

So let's get started, shall we?

Recently Completed

Stay By My Side - Oh Taiwan. I just love you. I think we had like eighteen "fall into you" moments in the first three episodes alone. The premise was fun - it reminded me a lot of Master's Sun, but the execution of course is totally different. The leads were cute. The chemistry was chemistrying. I loved the sister and that basketball boys. It was mostly fluff, which I am not complaining about because I love me some fluff. That said, I don't think it did anything particularly revolutionary and it never really did manage to grab me.  7.5/10

Wedding Plan - A MAME offering, but…not bad? I mean, not great either, although I will put up with a lot for the premise because I eat shit like that up, but I've seen way worse from MAME. However, it's not going to become a guilty pleasure show like LITA or an unexpected comfort show despite myself (at least the AePete parts) like Love by Chance. It was fine.

Things I really did like:  Nuea's family and his workmates (I loved how fiercely both sets of people stood by and supported him through everything from his huge mistake in sleeping with the groom to running back home to deal with it to basically adopting Lom into the group when they worked it out ("we have a new brother in law"). The lesbians - I could have used a bit more heat but I'll take it for now. Let's work on normalizing GL in our BL (frankly I'd love it if we started doing more of that and less of the token straight couple or three)! Was a little annoyed by how they had to fix everything but I won't pretend that the bits with them in episode 6 didn't get to me - I may have teared up a little when Marine was being treated so horribly by Yiwa's mother - that whole thing was so upsetting on a number of levels. And I was happy for them that they could afford to run away to their own happy ending. Also the gag of Lom pretending to be devastated when he was anything but was kinda funny, I will give the show that. And I did like the way that Lom's mom came around - realizing with time that losing her son the same way Yiwa's mother lost her could be a very real result if she kept being rigid. I also liked that she didn't just suddenly become a PFLAG member (or whatever the equivalent would be here) but simply told her son that she would work on it, because that felt more realistic.

The show also got me with how fucking lonely it must have been for both Lom and Yiwa, to know that they were gay and that they could never say anything, and how overwhelming and relieving it must have been to find someone who understood in each other. No fucking wonder they'd do anything for each other. I would have too, if I'd had someone like that growing up.

So yeah. It was fine. I mostly had a good time, even if I got a little bored once or twice. Frankly when it comes to MAME, being a little bored is preferable to feeling like the top of my head is about to come off because I'm so annoyed. Final verdict 7/10

Jun & Jun - Korea keeps making office BLs and I will continue watching them until the end of time. Especially if they keep on serving good kiss while they do it. And this one had bonus scent kink! I honestly don't know what's gotten into Korea lately but I am very much here for it.

This was a fun little office BL.  I liked how flirty it was from the get go, the way that both Juns danced around each other with the full knowledge that they were flirting. The intern group was fun, too. I really enjoyed the boyfriend episode at the end.

Everyone was very cute in this, but Simeon was my utter favorite. He totally stole the show for me. Him and Young. Young especially was a surprise, since she drove me bonkers when she first showed up. But she grew on me. I liked how fast she decided to embrace Lee Jun, and her and Choi Jun's friendship was cute.

I shipped Simeon and Hyung Hyun Jae too. Hard.

All in all this was cute, even if it didn’t manage to grip me as hard as I hoped. Like I said before, I'm not sure what's gotten into Korea lately but I hope it continues. 8/10.

Laws of Attraction - When I first saw the trailer for this, I decided to skip it. The leads were attractive enough but to be honest it seemed kinda poorly made and like it didn't know what it was going to do with itself. And I was feeling surly and judgmental and decided that it just wasn't for me. Also it was on iQIYI and I had no interest in signing up for another subscription.

But then I saw someone had stuck it on youtube and I was bored one Saturday an there were a few eps already out, so I thought, eh, why not?

And I've not regretted it for a moment.  I loved this show so much my god. Even when OF started (and you all know how much I obsess about OF) this was still the thing I looked forward to most on Saturdays. I adored Charn and his shark smile from moment one, and that adoration did not cease throughout the entirety of the show's run. His character development was by far the best on the show, and I loved the slow, stumbling way he regained the person he used to be, while still keeping the ruthlessness of the man he allowed anger and bitterness to let him become (up to a point). I loved that the show began and ended with his shark smile, but for very different reasons. And he and Tinn were adorable.

I appreciated them banging the marriage equality drum, too, and especially Charn's very pragmatic reasons for wanting it to be legal (as a lawyer, he would think like that, and I appreciate that the show kept him in character even when he was sappy). I also loved his wedding jacket I want four.

I also loved Tinn, and I have to give credit to Jam for the way he portrayed him. While Film totally ate as Charn I do think that in some ways a character like Tinn is harder to portray, because it would be very very easy for him to become preachy because of his morality and rigid sense of justice. But Jam played him with enough nuance that he never slid into that for me - he was willing to occasionally be at least slightly underhanded when the situation called for it, and while he expected Charn to be better (and read him to filth when he caught him out lying to and manipulating him), he thankfully also seemed to understand the fine art of compromise. Plus he's really pretty. Both of them are really pretty.

But the thing that I never expected was just how hard I turned around on Thaenthai. He drove me absolutely bonkers for the first few eps, and I was loudly annoyed by the fact that after about ep three (if not sooner), it became clear that he was not the one who had hit Tonkhao but that he was being made to take the blame. It felt to me like the show wanted me to excuse how vile he was (acting like Tonkhao's death was nothing, beating the crap out of Tinn when he was already tied up and helpless, just generally acting like a spoiled, entitled, horrible shitstain of a human being) because his father beat him. And while that was horrifying and I wanted him to get the hell out of there as soon as possible I still felt that a worm is a worm is a worm, even if the worm's father happens to be worse.

But then the show went and did something I did not expect it to do: it didn't just tell us that Thaenthai was lashing out because he was caught in a desperate limbo of wanting to run away from his and wanting to please him, but it went and did the work to show it. I started turning around on him after he found out about the gardener his father used as a scapegoat once things started getting heated, because we finally got to catch him before he had time to put on his mask. And it just kept coming, because now we knew what to look for. He's still an ass for beating the shit out of Tinn when he was tied up though, lol.

Another thing I really loved that this sow did with him was show him loving his dad in spite of everything. This man beat him, nearly drowned him, let him take the blame for a murder he did, tried to kill the only person Thaenthai felt was really on his side (because I do think that the intent was always to kill Thee - I'm just not entirely sure why it didn't happen as soon as Thaenthai got on that plane. I guess because we needed a happier ending. I am not complaining), and told him to his face that he could never love him because he killed his mother, and yet Thaenthai still loved him, still wanted his attention and his respect and his love in return. And it just rang very painfully true to me. You don't stop loving your parents because they're shit, and humans for some reason tend to be wired to try harder for love that is hard to receive (or impossible, in this case).  It did not surprise me that Thaentha tried to visit his father in prison, or that he was sad when he died. But neither did it surprise me that something in him seemed looser in those scenes as well, because even though he loved his dad there's a part of him that's glad he's gone.

I love stuff like this, because it's so complicated and realistic and it hurts in a way that only something that resonates with reality can. I ate it up.

Shout out as well to Not Vorarit, because he really did a good job with Thatthep. The way he slowly unraveled as the show went on was pitch perfect, every little nuance from his first intro as the shady but possibly not *that* shady "concerned" parent right up until that last scene with Charn where he's just a cackling monster. Kudos, you created an excellently detestable character. Watching him get his comeuppance was certainly a highlight of the show for me.

I was also really into the way that Tonkhao was very much a main character despite the fact that she died so early. One of the best strengths of this show was the way that it never let us forget what started this whole thing, it showed Tinn and Grandma grieving for their little girl, talking about her, missing her. Being reminded of her around every corner. They kept her in the forefront of our minds exactly the way that they should have, and I was delighted by it.

Other fun notables are himbo ex Nawin and Rose and Maya, our GL couple that I wish had gotten a little more screen time *as* a couple but either way were fabulous. I will love this show forever for introducing Nawin in the final hour and making him such a great combination of ridiculous and ruthless. And the way they let him breathe as a character - they really just stood back and were like "look at this ridiculous man stealing the show" and it was amazing. And Rose was just - she was such a good friend to Charn the whole way through, and both her and Maya's utter delight for him when he found Tinn (and them welcoming not only him but grandma into their little family so readily) warmed my cynical heart. And I will watch Sylvie Pavida in pretty much anything, I think.

All this raving and yet I still have to go with a final score of 9/10. I recommend this show, it's way better than I thought it would be, but there are some questionable choices made, the CGI and the fight scenes are laughable (the fire at Charn's office made me laugh so hard I had to pause), and they pulled out a guitar and sang not once, but twice. And they don't even have the excuse that one of them is supposed to be a singer. Also frankly nowadays every Thai show I watch I have to ask myself "did I enjoy this more than Moonlight Chicken?" which I only gave a 9.5, and for this one, the answer was no. So 9 it is, but a highly recommended 9. This was so much fun and it will be very missed on Saturdays.

Currently Watching

Be Mine Superstar - I really do  not get why they have decided to give the doom eleventh episode to this drama. It makes such little sense from this couple, who are the least dramatic pairing possible. They should have just left the angst to Muang and the doc.

Speaking of which, I have been disappointed with that storyline. I feel like we went from nothing to boyfriends with no real development, and now that they're not boyfriends again we're supposed to care, and I just don't.

Also Title is really out here doing the most. My dude, can't you just bow the fuck out gracefully? Blergh him and the manger stuff is still really annoying. Kevin was a delight though. Even though that's one too many dudes thirsty for Ashi for my personal taste (although he is very pretty so I totally get it).

Hidden Agenda - I actually kind of loved how ridiculous the conflict between Joke and Zo wound up being. Oh sure, Pat helping Joke along was a betrayal of trust or whatever, but it just felt perfect for the kind of drama this is. I get the idea that it felt like a betrayal of trust, but I also don't really get how it was too much different from what Zo was trying to do with Nita. Whatever, I love my low stakes drama on Sundays, keep it coming Hidden Agenda.

Kiseki: Dear to Me - This show is doing what I wanted from Only Friends and giving me all the cameos. The way I yelled when I saw the two from history: make Our Days Count. I think my favorite is Ai Di - poor little ball of adoration and pettiness and jealousy. I adore him. Oh, and that scene in the spa was great - I loved how everyone was looking at everyone else while the episode's guest stars (HI, Be Loved in House I Do guys! Good to see you) side eyed the lot of 'em. Me too, my friends. Me too. They're all messy and in love with everyone else and I am here for this weird quadrangle.

The main couple has less of a chokehold on me, but I like our uptight, traumatized doctor to be. And okay, yes, it got me with his unwilling return to a solitary life after Ze Rui disappeared on him. My guess is we're gonna speed run to the imprisonment and amnesia in the synopsis, and I'm good with that. I hope the cameos continue, but even if they don't I'm really enjoying this.

Taikan Yoho / My Personal Weatherman - I saw this called live action yaoi and at first didn’t really believe it, but no. No, it really is. And I am *here* for it. I can't say it's my favorite thing airing right now but I'm enjoying it.

The Jungle - (not a BL, so I'm cheating here, ah well) I don't know who thought that what we needed was four entire episodes of Pine's manpain, but they were very wrong. At least for my money. On the bright side, August is gorgeous and Pat is killing it. The series has been uneven for me and I'm a little annoyed they apparently want to wrap up Pine's BS, Nathee and Florence, *and* address Hunter's backstory in just two eps. But eh, whatever, I was only ever really watching for the women and Mix and thankfully Hack and Irin gave me all the mess that was promised (and not really delivered on, unfortunately. Not that I wanted a bunch of assholes womanizing, but aside from freaking Pine everyone's stories wrapped up in a couple of episodes of mostly no mess at all). 

Looking Forward To

23.5 - Come on GMMTV get this thing out already I want it. I have been patient but come oooooon. I had three highly anticipated dramas for this line up and this is the only one that hasn't been released yet and I want it. Gimme my GL.

Absolute Zero (Sep 27, iQiYI)- this is gonna hurt but at least I know it going in?

The Box (Sep 22, not sure about where) - Not a BL, but looks like a good time. Plus I'm interested to see Prem in a thriller - I think he'll do well.

I am also wondering what will replace the Monday/Tuesday hole The Jungle will leave when it stops airing or if they plan to do reruns.

And apparently we're getting the GMMTV 2024 lineup in Oct this year, which seems really early but maybe I'm wrong. I didn’t actually pay attention to the 2023 lineup until way after it came out so I can’t be trusted. *whispers* please let Midnight Museum have a season two, please let Midnight Museum have a season two.

[skeleton-mischief]

Stretch Serrif

Oh my god I've had to sit down and stare at how he was characterized in 2016-2018 and I swear I actually wanted to just grab him and shake him because all there was to him was "omg I'm so hot" and "actually I'm a horrible person teehee" Swap Papyrus, you deserved better

Hirough

(headcanons below)

- Official height 6'3

- He/Him

- Terrible smoker, he would sneak them

- Drinks Honey

- Younger brother of Powder Serrif

- Does not remember Gaster except for in his dreams and faint recollections of his existence

- Loves engineering, since he loves to tinker with things. Kinda a collaboration of what the OG UT brothers hav

- Has an outrageous sweet tooth

- Loves video games, especially ones that he can play with others

- Highly perceptive, but he'll play it off and act like he doesn't know what you're up to until you slip up

- Likes to write fantasy sometimes, small hobby

- Sells corn dogs instead of hot dogs

- Draws as his #1 hobby

- Very handy, loves to tinker with machinery

- Comfortable with touch but can grow very bashful

- Suffers with insomnia

- Impatient at times, impulsive, smooth talker, imaginative, charming, charismatic, lazy, nerdy, intuitive, over-thinker, perceptive, shy, playful, considerate, kind, and unassertive

- Sceptical of humans, but willing to trust them if they show effort to be peaceful

- More of a prankster and loves jokes over puns, but enjoys a good pun because of his older brother. He will lose it if Powder keeps going though

- Protective of his brother, but worries about him. He sees how much his brother has on his shoulders, but he feels like he can't talk to him about not only the resets but also other things because he doesn't want to burden his brother. No one can talk shit about his brother though

- Good friends with Cash, Rus, and Coffee

- Avoids fighting almost at all costs, doesn't like violence unless necessary

- Dog person, but he hates that random dog that terrorizes him from time to time. How can Powder like that thing?

- Prefers edibles over other forms of cannabis, eats it with Cash and Rus

- Hardly curses because his brother would scold him for it, however Powder lets him from time to time. "Oh sugar honey iced tea!" Dork

- Did not get along with the SF!Purple brothers at first, but eventually was able to

- Magic smells of honey and magic tastes of butterscotch

- Best friends with Cash, who helps his confidence. He helps ground Cash

- uses BIC lighter to smoke

- Enjoys fantasy stories

- loves high fives, fist bumps, and hand shakes

- Calls Chara "Goofball"

- Owns a Bumblebee Keychain and phone charm

- Hyperventilates when crying, not too loud, a lot of strained hiccupped breathing

- Would call his lover Honey/Honeybee

- Has beef with Napstaton but mainly because his "smug aura" mocks him

- wore one of those Groucho Marx glasses when meeting Chara instead of a whoopie cushion

- He's good friends with Undyne, both can bond over memes and existential anxiety together

- Asgore's friend behind the Ruins, but he never knew till later on

- Keeps his knowledge of the Resets away from everyone, even when he tried to tell them about it when it first was happening

- He doodles on paper, desks, his shorts or pants, etc, when bored

- Has a lot of visible anxiety, but he tries to keep the facade of being relaxed constantly in front of others

- Loves sweets from Muffet's, he loves going there to get some good food

- He loves eating suckers, especially ones that remind him of bees or citrus

- Wonderful at making people relax despite his own anxiety, he learned from Powder

- Likes to help people, he wants to bring others joy

- His gaster blasters act like dogs, but rather goofy ones

- He doesn't have the most amazing control of his magic, especially compared to Powder

- Likes bragging about Powder to other people

- Drives a little tikes car

- Plays the xylophone because he can make puns about it

- Chaotic neutral to chaotic good

- slouches for Powder because he likes to remember when Powder was taller than him

- He loves to hear praise and he'll get all giddy when he gets it

- He feels unworthy in the face of those that do better than him or have "more trauma" than him. He bottles up a lot of his stress

- He tends to be lighthearted and goofy with his friends

- He's not used to people being sincere about their compliments to him despite being popular Underground. Small White lies to make him feel better

- When someone actually cares about what he likes, he's unsure of himself but he actually would love to ramble if he is given the chance

Closing Notes: He's a silly goofy dork y'all not some hot sexy smoker who's actually just a terrible person. I will die on this hill because what am I to do if I just live a life of mountains and choose to do nothing with it?

[ryuichirou]

I want to share some GreenViolet headcanon with you!!!

This is their song

They cling when cuddling

As per lion traits, Herman saves a portion of food for Greg

As per wolf ways, Greg smells shit before he eats them or use them

Herman gets nightmares of his murder a lot and only holding Greg close and inhaling his old paint and house flower scent would calm him down enough to talk until he's asleep

Legit that bitch cried when Greg fainted and Edgar and Lawrence tried to calm him down but didn't work

They started dating right after becoming Prefects but remained a secret until Edgar and Lawrence almost walked on them making out before the Midnight Tea Party and finally said they're dating to their friends and their both like "I-It was supposed to be a secret-"

They are switches your honor!

They used to hork it a lot in school, no one questioned why Greg was in Green Lion House in the middle of the night if they saw him cause "oh they're doing some Prefect shit"

Greg secretly has lots of sketches of Herman and will DIE BEFORE SHOWING ANYONE

Hiii, first of all! As always, I am very sorry for the late reply, and I want to thank you for liking our GreenViolet content and creating more of it! I am so happy that these two are a thing now….

Second of all, thank you for sharing your headcanons with us! They are cute and fun and I agree with a lot of them, especially the ones that nod to their lion/wolf themes. It’s also kind of fun to think about them being together and sleeping with each other and kind of hiding it, but also kind being not being able to keep a secret from their friends…

Oh and the song is lovely and very fitting!

In response, both as an apology for a late reply and frankly just because I needed an excuse to do it lol, I’ll share our headcanons for these two. This is a slightly different vision from yours (well obviously), and we don’t see them as switches, but I still hope you’ll enjoy these.

Gregory has been crushing hard on Herman for a long time, but he is horrible at opening up to someone, and Herman is horrible at getting hints, so it’ll take them some time to get together. But once the light bulb above Herman’s head lights up, he’ll pounce at Gregory and will never leave him alone lol the guy is intense.

Gregory is sure that Herman is more of a sensitive romantic out of the two of them (and a very naive one at that), but he is also quite a sensitive romantic himself. The smallest things that Herman does could get a reaction out of him, like a smile, a touch, a kind gesture or a word of support. Even if Gregory scoffs, his heart starts beating faster.

Gregory’s teasing of Herman is basically his weird way of flirting. He can’t flirt with him openly, because it’s too embarrassing (and a bit scary), so he just messes with him. Although, when he gets a bit aggressive (like when he threw a piece of bread at him), he is likely frustrated because Herman is, once again, horrible at getting hints.

Just like you said: Gregory has A LOT of sketches of Herman: some are neutral, like portraits and stuff, but some are more explicit. No one will ever see these, especially not Herman. Although poor Herman never gets to see any of Gregory’s artworks…

It’s not unusual for Gregory to watch Herman’s cricket games and training, but he is usually very stealthy about it: he knows where to sit to stay unnoticed by others. He goes there both to stare and to sketch, doing extremely important studies of certain Herman’s body parts…

Gregory would kiiinda like for Herman to model for him without any clothes, but it would be quite difficult for him to gather the courage to ask Herman about it. Even though Herman would never refuse. Anything for his friend’s art!

They have gotten really close after “the incident”. If they haven’t gotten together before this point, they’ll definitely start sleeping with each other afterwards. There is this air of “well, there’s nothing to lose anymore” between them, so it all happened naturally. But also very passionately and desperately.

Herman was quite surprised by Gregory’s sexual energy at first, and by how eager Gregory was to try some things. As we know, Herman is kind of a horny boy himself, but for some reason he always assumed that Gregory is just way too immersed with his artistic world to even have desires or any interest in sex. He was so wrong with his perception…

Gregory is kinkier than Herman in general, but it doesn’t mean that Herman is vanilla by nature. He is just too “simple” and never thinks about these things. But he is also quite eager and ready for anything, even if he didn’t know it was a thing a moment ago.

Herman always says that he’ll be gentle, and it’s always a lie because Herman’s head stops working the moment he touches Gregory’s skin under his clothes. In fact, he is quite intense, but Gregory really enjoys all the bite marks, bruises and hickeys he has all over his neck/shoulders, wrists and thighs. The fact that they are completely covered by his cloak and that not a single person knows what happens under his clothes kind of tingles him pleasantly.

[what-if-nct]

hiiii today's reminder is i watched all the nct episodes of Jonathon (i do not know his full name but that's all they call him so idk) and fuck i forgot how funny dream are. chenle is my little dude, i want to be the kind of besties with him where we talk once a month but we know everything about everything and have very strong opinions. i wanna get tipsy and gossip with him and talk shit about everyone i know

Hiii, I have only seen clips of them here and there I actually haven't watched any kpop content except Riize in the haunted house there was screaming and running, my attention span has been horrible lately so certain things lose me. I literally just went to search for the episode you're talking about then I got a random thought and began to move my whole room around and i realized i moved my bed far from any outlets so i ordered a 6ft charger instead of moving my bed again. Now I'm listening to country music instead. The only thing I can watch longer than 10 minutes is Trisha Paytas podcast cause she talks fast and jumps all over the place with subjects it's the perfect pace to me. so anything with subtitles, my brain can't do it. That was so long winded for an unnecessary statement but I do know dreamies are just a bunch of ridiculous little guys. Chenle always gets so passionate in conversations especially their silly debates. Him and Jaemin get so enthralled and little stressed. But also they're just silly and goofy. And like a sleepover with them would be so fun. I would also love to see just Wayv and Dream together, I don't think we've seen just all of dream and all of wayv together just fooling around. I want that so much.

Random daily side note, is there something going on with the planets because random men from my past have been popping up there's some I haven't spoken to in months to years!! They've randomly popped up asking if I'm single, what's going on? Can they see me? Like I just ignore it at this point there might be one guy I would hear out if he reached out but all the others ugh. Why are they here. My period is on the horizon so I might just be extra irritated plus I only want to eat cashews so I bought a pound and that is indeed all I've been eating. Also Wonbin finally happened upon me, seeing him screaming for his life made me see him differently. I literally just said not long ago I love pathetic men, If a guy shows a little patheticness, he got me. Like the only guy from my past id give another chance, laid on my chest for an hour while I ran my fingers through his hair and was so sweet and nervous and when he said "dang it" when he missed a turn and was excited he ended up covered in glitter by me, oh come to me you lanky long haired pathetic man. There's another thing that happened but I shouldn't say it in public but he's the only one I'd even consider meeting up with again only him. Just like hyunjin, Wonbin screaming in the haunted house unlocked my feelings for him.

[winderlylandchime]

I’m just gonna go ahead and say sorry in advance the man lost his mind with the next ep but 3x04 1/2 ‘He would make great marketing for durex. Remember their covid ads? Funny as shit. Why is she here? Why can’t she take the kid with her to the hospital? I thought i gave Brian permission to hit this fucking kid? Yeah! Eat the chips you little bitch.‘ we got to Mel and Linds picking donors ‘FRESH SPERM?! LINDSAY HE IS 19- What are the-THEY CANT GO TO A SPERM BANK? THEYRE GONNA PICK BETWEEN THEIR FRIENDS?! Girl, what makes you think any of them want a kid at all or better yet with you? There is no way Brian would let that kid get into the ‘vette. JUSTIN! WHY ARE THEY CASUALLY SAYING HEY TO EACH OTHER? oh Justin hates this kid (Mel and Linds pick Mikey) MICHAEL?! THEY ARE PICKING MICHAEL?! MICHAEL?! MIKE? MIKEY?! Because he invited a kid to a comic book store? THAT IS LITERALLY HIS JOB! Thank god the diner doesn’t have more male waiters because she would think someone wants a kid just cause they told her the specials’ ‘WHAT IS WITH THEM MOVING IN SO FAST? I THOUGHT THAT WAS A YOU PEOPLE THING *waves at me*’. ‘Have you noticed that whenever Lindsay and Melly want something from someone they make them a meal? (mikey and Ben are taking a shower and he actually fake gagged) The only shower scenes I like are Brian and Justin’ ‘he’s going through Brian’s stuf- he has a lot of dildos, why am i acting surprised..HE STOLE HIS BRACELET! How dare you, you little shit! BRIAN HE HAS YOUR BRACELET! HE DOES NOT OWE ANY OF YOU ANYTHING ESPECIALLY NOT MONEY! I know I said hit him but this *points to the toilet scene* is WAY fucking better! Do Ethan next!’ He is once again using Shazam to make his playlist even better. ‘Usually when people start doing drugs, they become fun before they ruin their lives, this dude is just hitting the gym? Boring. Oh he’s angry and jealous of Michael isn’t he? Well that’s not healthy’ he is once again using Shazam, this is getting ridiculous. ‘OKAY BRIAN!! Oh damn, I don’t remember him being all 6 packy before. Why is a cop there?’ ‘Why is he surprised that he wont have full rights? Dude, you’re a DONOR! But don’t worry they never hold their word, they force the donors to step up one way or the other. Make sure you have life insurance. THATS WHY THERES SPERM BANKS MELANIE!’ And thee scene is coming up (my cousin thankfully reminded me to record him here bc she knew he’d lose his mind and thank fuck she did. Usually i record him for big moments but i almost forgot here) ‘HE ACCUSED HIM OF WHAT NOW?! *pauses tv* OH FUCK HIM AND FUCK WHOEVER MADE HIM! That is such a horrible and serious accusation to make cause some people, HA, some people..good one (his name), GIRLS! WOMEN! aren’t believed! And boys! Oh don’t even get me started and i know it’s ironic because im yelling at a boy BUT DIFFERENT! WE DONT EVEN GET TO COME FORWARD CAUSE WE SHOULD BE HAPPY WE GOT LAID! And if it was done by a man? Well then we are forced to be quiet because we get mocked since apparently gay is worse than rape. But Brian is gay, so of course he did that and nobody would think otherwise. Because gay means predator in their peanut shaped brain! Meanwhile PRIESTS exist! Or those weird family friends that you have to change outfits for when they come over but nobody calls that out. HOW FUCKING DARE THEY? You know what? FUCK EVERYTHING AND ESPECIALLY FUCK THAT KID! His family better know better, i have no faith in them but they owe him that! Nobody will believe this, he literally hates kids!‘ He then got up and went outside to smoke. I forgot that when the whole Florida gay ban bullshit happened, this man FLEW to florida to protest (we are nowhere near florida) so I should’ve seen this coming tbh. And when he came back inside he just went ‘I do wish they showed him being interrogated because I know for a fact my man was giving sarcasm and anger and funny insults!’ ‘Well look at that, it’s almost as if you shouldn’t move in together after like a week!’

Melanie and Lindsay’s insistence on using known sperm over donor sperm baffles me and must be because for TV reasons because it’s so bananas. LOLing at them making someone a meal… that is so true!

Ben not becoming more interesting with a drug problem IS A MOOD. And true.

His reaction to this storyline is everything. Factually, false accusations are incredibly rare and yes, it’s a double-whammy for boys. The other part of this storyline I hate? Is that Claire is right to believe her kid. So rarely do parents believe their kids and go to the police, when they should. I hate hate hate this storyline with a passion. I get why it happens (Justin still believing in Brian and doing whatever needs to be done to clear his name) but FFS CowLip why why why do you have to create a narrative around a false accusation?

YOUR BROTHER FLEW TO FL TO PROTEST? He gets all the fist-ally’s in the world! I love him.

[dumbwa-sian]

November 6th

These days I don't feel okay, too much has happened and it's making me crazy. we broke up and now it's weird. I never wanted to make the friend group choose sides or have a rift between us. I even told you if being with you was going to cause a rift in our friendship then I don't want to be with you. I would rather have only ever been friends from the start.

Now I'm feeling some type of way and trying to navigate my own feelings and mental health. I don't know what to do and I feel like I've hit a road block. But I really am trying to fix myself and everything but it feels like my friends- our friends are picking sides and their picking yours. This was the last thing I wanted.

I never and still don't want anyone to pick sides. But I no longer feel safe telling them how I feel or allowing myself to feel any emotion around them, in fear that they'll continue to berate and get angry at my own feelings. Like I said I am trying my absolute best everyday to try and control said emotions.

But as anyone will tell you, bottling your emotions are unhealthy and often leads to you exploding. So of course I try to let go of these emotions healthily but I don't know how to do that right now, but I am still trying everyday to find the best solution. Right now I need my friends and people who love me around me, just to listen, let me cry and be angry and laugh by my side, to be patient and just show me love. But like I said, our friends are picking sides and they picked yours.

I no longer feel safe with my friends.

For the first time in a very long time, I really feel alone. All I have is my best friend from childhood who I can truly rely on and call whenever I want/need. In my world, it's just the two of us who I can depend on. I don't have any other true friends or people I can openly talk to and let my feelings out too, free of judgement. Maybe thats why I've been drinking so much.

I've said it before but the emotional pain of losing everyone and having my world crumble is something I can handle. I've done it before and I can do it again. But the problem lies in the physical manifestations of these feelings. Feeling so sick I get horrible nausea, being unable to eat/eating too much, not being able to leave my bed etc. These are the things I can't handle and affect my everyday/professional life. I don't know what to do with these emotions.

What's worse is that I have to figure it all out alone, since I no longer have friends.

I could make new friends but I

Hate people

Am so scared they'll be like everyone else and leave

tired

I am perfectly happy being alone for the rest of my life with no friends and only having superficial connections for work, especially if it means I no longer have to get hurt. I don't think I can handle thinking I have real friends and having them disappear/betray me over and over again anymore. I don't have anyone in my corner and I am losing my shit.

The only thing keeping me sane these days is listening to Christmas music and burying myself in work or being distracted with literally anything else.

I guess I just hope one day I can have REAL friends who'll back me up, but I doubt it'll happen for me and who knows if I can make it. For now I'll post my troubles on the internet, hopefully someone reads this and doesn't feel alone. Cause lord knows I am.