#i have another verse i wanna say but i'll come back to it

[cowboylikedean]

12:22 AM

Finally laying down tonight

My bed smells like you and it feels as if it always did

This is the natural state of my bed

[goosefries]

hey yall! i just wanted to say thank you SO much for 16k views on my Rules AvA animatic!!!! i actually made a bet with one of my friends that if it got to 15k views i'd MAKE ANOTHER ONE!! and well. it hit 15k.

my next big becker-verse animatic probably going to take longer than this one since i've got a lot on my plate right now,

so in the meantime i thought i'd talk a bit about the animatic and share some of my favorite frames !!!

the animated segments are easily my favorite (obviously). that whole lead-up to the second chorus was SO FUN to draw. when i originally made this i didn't plan on animating any of it to the extent i did, i honestly was making it up as i went along

it turned out i added 3 entire animated segments which all sucked the life out of me (but look incredible). and also that part at the bridge GOD that was a nightmare to make

i wanna talk a bit about their designs since that's what people commented on the most:

it is completely intentional that second, chosen, and victim all have the same-ish hair shape. they all look alike cause they're all connected! dark looks so different because he's not a direct part of the victim->cho->sec line of succession. so he looks a bit out of place next to them LOL!

victim's hair is short in the beginning and grows out to this short ponytail, which changes the shape of his hair a LOT. this is bc over time there's a much larger gap between cho and vic (who look the most similar)

second is all round shapes and curls. he's soft and in his pjs and comfortable (for the most part). the only difference between sec and vic at the beginning is sharpness. if second straightened his hair he'd literally look identical to victim before he grew his hair out

cho's hair is a classic that i can never change, i'm obsessed with his horrible bangs. i forget to draw it a couple times in the animatic but after he befriending dark he gets another little hair spike bc he gets messier

dark. dark mfing lord. hate to love him, love to hate him. his design is pretty self explanatory, all sharp and pointy and rough and tumble. if he comes back this season i'd probably soften some of his shape's but we'll honestly have to see

the color gang all have their own stuff that goes into designs, but a lot of it is shaved off for the animatic just b/c of simplicity sake + at the time that AvA season 2 happened they hadn't gotten the full extent of their characterization appearing in AvM

if you've made it this far i'll give you a little hint: my next BIG becker-verse animation will very likely be for AvM. i have some concepts for AvA ones but i really want to give AvM attention too since i cry about it like every few months

lastly, here's some unused frames that didn't make the cut:

THANK YOU ALL SM FOR THE SUPPORT!! <3333

[zepskies]

Hello. I was wondering if you could write an imagine in the BMD-verse (been following it for a while now; love, love, love it, by the way!) where Ben cries?

Like something really bad happens in general or to the Reader, and he losses it? I mean, personally, I have never known this man to cry, and I would love to see you conjure up something that could possibly elicite that reaction from him.

But no pressure - will definitely understand if you don't want to write it!

Oooh, so you really wanna kill me, huh? 🫠😭😭

Lol it's okay, thank you for loving Break Me Down!! It's one of my favorite story verses that I've been able to create on here. ❤️❤️

This request was difficult for me on multiple levels, but I think I was able to pull it off? (I'll let you be the judge.) This is set in the BMD-verse, shortly after "Love Actually."

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Word Count: 2,400 Tags/Warnings: Major angst, show-level violence, hurt/comfort, "twist" ending (you'll want to read until the end, trust me).

Imagine: Ben loses you.

Ben restrained another sigh when he realized you were no longer walking next to him.

He turned and saw you stopping in another damn kiosk, this time looking at a selection of Pashmina scarves. As if you didn’t have enough clothes.

“We’re not here for a damn shopping spree,” he called after you.

He ignored the people who glanced at him as they walked past, a couple of them even shooting him an annoyed look.

One didn’t just stop in the middle of a busy sidewalk in New York City, but as with most societal protocols, Ben couldn't really give a fuck.

He almost started tapping his foot. Instead, he crossed his arms as he glared in your general direction. You were smiling and chatting with the woman selling her wares as you finished the transaction.

Ben at least could admire the view of you bent over in those tight jeans and ankle boots. You also wore the dark green winter coat he bought you last month, lined with faux fur to keep you warm.

When you eventually came back to him, you shot him an amused smile. You held a new scarf in shades of green and blue, to match your coat. But you also held out a new pair of leather gloves for him.

“Here you go, Grumpy. I didn't forget about you,” you teased. He raised a wry brow at you and took the gloves. He inspected them with a half-critical eye.

“And how much did these cost, five cents?”

You rolled your eyes and kept walking. He caught up with you and slipped the gloves into his pocket.

“My hands don’t get cold anyway,” he reminded you. And you often complained that his body heat was like a radiator, especially at night. Although, you hadn’t been complaining since the winter turned frigid this February.

“All right, whatever. Just don’t say I never get you anything,” you quipped. “Besides, you know you love to accessorize.”

A smirk pulled at Ben’s lips. The gloves were a half-assed gift, but he still wore the watch you got him for Christmas proudly on his wrist. That was a nice silver Rolex.

“All I know is, we’d better not be late for this damn meeting,” he said. “I don’t wanna hear Mallory’s fucking mouth.”

The two of you had made a day of coming into the city, hitting a nice brunch spot and ice skating at Rockefeller center before your date had been rudely interrupted—by a call for a new mission.

Grace Mallory had been a bit cryptic on the phone, but it had something to do with the mess Ben left of the drug cartels in South America. After they got back to the States, Ben left that “business” behind…he just hadn’t thought of how that would shake out in Colombia.  

So now, you two were headed to the Supe Affairs building. You slipped your arm around his, while his hands were in his pockets. You looked up at him with a smile.

“Try to enjoy the little things, Ben,” you told him. “We had mimosas and some bougie ass lobster tails with our eggs this morning. I skated circles around you on the ice. And now we’re going to get some work done.”

“On our day off,” he retorted.

“To be fair, you made the mess, Mr. Kingpin,” you pointed out. “We’ve just gotta clean it up…as usual.”

“Hey," he eyed you. But you both knew the warning had little heat behind it.

He still reached for your cheek and brushed his thumb across it. He felt how cold your face was, and he stopped for a moment in the middle of the sidewalk. Neither of you cared when pedestrians gave you dirty looks as they passed by.

Maybe you were right though. Maybe he should take stock of the small moments. Ben held your face with both hands and caressed some warmth back into your skin.

Your smile softened, and your eyes closed when his lips found their way to your forehead. He then took the newly bought scarf out of your hand and wrapped it comfortably around your neck.

“What a gentleman,” you said, with a small grin.

Ben smirked down at you…until his face fell.

He heard the whistle of the bullet before he saw it.

It took him another second to move, grabbing you and shielding you with his entire body when it hit his back. The bullet itself bounced harmlessly off his skin, but the inner compartment of Novichok exploded like a small smoke bomb. The smell was too familiar to him to be anything else.

Ben coughed and was forced to push you away from him before the gas reached you. You yelped and almost tripped on your feet, but you scrambled back against the wall of a drycleaners. Your wide eyes met his as his knees buckled; the gas had clouded around his head.

“Run!” he shouted through fits of coughing.

You hesitated, for just a second. But when another bullet ricocheted into the wall behind you, near your head, you ducked and had to take off running.

You wove through the busy sidewalk, pushing people out of your way as you went. Whoever was after him this time, you had a feeling these were the people Ben had pissed off in Colombia.

Fuck! You sprinted past an alleyway and saw the hand coming for your arm, but even when you turned, there was another man, dressed a black military-style uniform with his face covered by a black mask, waiting to grab you from behind.

It was muscle memory. You released an elbow into the man’s neck, a punch straight into his teeth and nose, then kicked his knee out with the heel of your boot.

You grabbed your gun from under your jacket and would've shot him, except the next man wheelhouse kicked it out of your hand. You stepped back on instinct, ducking the following punch, and the rest of his arm to run in the opposite direction.

The first man pointed a large automatic gun straight in your face. You gasped and put your hands up. With a quick glance in either direction, you realized that they’d cornered you.

Your hands were pulled behind your back by someone else. That’s when they started dragging you toward a black SUV parked in the corner.

Except that car was soon destroyed, by an old Honda Civic being shoved into it. The SUV's hood constantined like an accordion.

You looked up with wide eyes, and there stood Ben, at the crossroads of the alley. He was furious.

“Soldier Boy,” greeted the man who once again held the automatic gun poised at you. He pulled down his mask, revealing the tan face of a middle-aged man.

He moved over to you and grabbed your arm from his subordinate. He raised the gun to your back. With one press of his finger, your insides could become Swiss cheese.

Your jaw clenched as you tried to take in even breaths. You focused on Ben. His green eyes met yours, and briefly you caught the worry behind them before his steely gaze moved back to the man who held you.

“Pretty ballsy, Reyes,” Ben said. His voice was a drawl, more controlled than he felt. “You really thought this was gonna go down that easy?”

Reyes scoffed. “You’re the ballsy one. Taking off with all that product you stole.”

“You’ll have to take up with the CIA on that one,” Ben replied. “They confiscated all the smack from my place. Probably reselling it to a few hobos down the street. You’re welcome to check under the bridge over there.”

He gestured in the direction of the Hudson River.  

Reyes shrugged. The sound of a gun’s safety being clipped back resounded through the alley. You felt the vibration of it on your back. Your eyes closed for a moment.

“Bad news for her,” he said.

"Hey," Ben snapped. "There's no fucking need for that."

"I think I'll decide what we need," said Reyes. Your lips pursed as the gun dug into your back. "Maybe it's your bitch's insides at your feet."

Ben slowly raised a placating hand. Though his gait was still relaxed and arrogant, as always, you knew it was a well-crafted act. To hide his anger. His fear. To seem in control of himself, and to reinforce the intimidating presence he still was, even unarmed.

“Listen. If it’s money you want, we can work it out,” Ben replied.

His eyes once again found yours. He could see you were holding your breath. You were good at hiding it, but he knew you were scared. He wanted to tell you that he had this handled. That everything would be all right.

He focused on Reyes again. The other man considered the supe with a tilt of his head. He sucked his teeth and spit on the ground, out of the corner of his mouth. It was mixed with a bit of blood from when you'd punched him in the teeth.

“Okay, my friend,” said Reyes. “Let’s work this out. Pull out your phone.”

Ben made slow movements in grabbing his phone from his pocket. They all stepped further into the alley to avoid prying eyes and discussed the transfer of funds, and how much was fair. Ben claimed he was giving him a deal with his first offer.

Reyes demanded three times that amount. Ben raised his brows...but he complied. The money transferred from his bank account.

“Okay, we’re fucking done,” Ben snarked. He gestured at you with his eyes. “Let her go.”

In his mind, he was already contemplating how thoroughly he'd rip Reyes apart for this. After you were safe. He'd have a first class ticket to Medellin by tonight, ready to Colombian-necktie this cocksucker.

Reyes sighed through his nose. There was still about ten feet between him and Ben. He didn't seem to think it was enough. He took the gun off your back and backed up with you a few steps. Eventually, he released your arm.

“Come ‘ere, sweetheart,” Ben reached a hand out, beckoning for you. You met his gaze once again, and let out a subtle breath.

You took three hesitant steps forward.

And the gunshots echoed horribly through the alley.

As it turned out, Reyes always had an escape plan. You were merely the distraction.

It proved effective, as Ben’s protest rang out as soon as the bullets fired. He raced forward and caught you as you stumbled, but his hands soon became coated in your blood; it fled from your back in thin rivulets.

You gasped and clung to his arms. His ears rang with the sound, along with tires squealing and shouts and police sirens. All he could focus on was the color draining from your face.

Both of your breaths came out ragged as he slid with you down to his knees. He brushed your hair away from your face, even as his blood-covered hand stained your cheek. Your pained eyes drew up to his face. You tried to speak, but you didn't have the strength.

“I hear the sirens. They’re coming for you, take you to the hospital,” he promised. His voice was rough, but his throat was tight. His eyes scanned over you. “All you need is my blood and…Christ. Fuck it all.”

He laid you down on the dirty asphalt and hurriedly yanked up his coat sleeve until it ripped. It exposed his arm. He was about to drag a blunt nail across his own skin to bleed into you.

“Ben.” Your fingers twitched against his knee.

When he looked at your face, there was no longer life in your eyes.

His own were wide, almost uncomprehending. His breathing was harsh as empty hands fell to his thighs. His head felt heavy, though his ears were still ringing.

He drew enough strength in his hand to wipe the blood from your cold cheek…but your face was beginning to blur.

Or not, he realized, as the sting in his eyes took him by surprise.

In a fit of mania, he gathered you back up in his arms and ignored the wetness covering your back. He held you, impossibly tight. Tighter than he’d ever held you, because he was alone in the alley…because he was alone again.

And it was his own fault.

His eyes squeezed shut against the burn, but it was futile. Everything was. His breaths were sharp and stifled as pain tore inside. A pain worse than anything the Russian's could've inflicted on him.

His lips pressed against your forehead, trembling there. The first drops of wetness rolled down his cheek. He couldn't stop it from happening, but then again. He guessed he truly was a failure, after all.

You made the mess…

His first tears had been spent at his mother’s funeral, when he stood alone at her gravestone.

His last ones would fall and die with you.

“Ben,” your voice was soft but insistent.

He finally woke with a start. A sharp inhale through his nose.

He had been sleeping on his side. Before he even truly registered where he was, in the safety of his bedroom, he turned his head toward you.

His eyes found your face in the dark, over his shoulder. Your hair was frizzy from sleep. The strap of your nightgown had fallen off one shoulder. Your face looked bleary and tired, but you frowned in concern.

“You okay, baby?” you asked. Your hand soothed across the dewy skin on his arm.

Ben’s throat constricted. He was starting to remember bits and pieces of the dream…the nightmare. He rubbed at his eyes, then dragged a hand over his mouth.

“Yeah,” he said at last.

“Hmm.” Your gaze narrowed at him. “You sure?”

Ben had only enough energy in him to nod in response. His heart was still racing. Maybe you sensed that, because you leaned onto his arm and dropped a hand down his chest. You kissed his bare shoulder with soft lips, and he couldn’t help himself.

He raised a hand to cup the back of your head. He let out a long, relieved sigh through his nose, closing his eyes. Then he turned onto his back and brought you closer, with an arm slipping around your frame and pulling you against his chest. You made a sound of surprise, but you went willingly.

You brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from his face and pressed a kiss against his neck, to his jaw, his cheek and above his brow. He accepted it all and tried to calm his breathing with the feeling of your touch, and the smell of your flowery soap that lingered on your skin.

With a hand still cupping your head, he guided your lips to his. He claimed you slowly, but with purpose. You answered him by tilting your head, deepening the kiss for a moment.

You parted from him just as slowly. You knew everything wasn’t okay, but you also knew it wasn’t the time to push him for an answer.

Maybe in the morning, you thought. …I’ll make pancakes. Haven't done that in a while. And he’s always happier with something sweet.

You rested contentedly against his warm chest and let his heartbeat, gradually slowing back into a steady rhythm, lull you back to sleep.

Ben tangled his fingers into your hair. He laid one more kiss on the top of your head.

And for damn sure, he was going to cancel that trip into the city tomorrow.

AN: I know, I know. The "it was all a dream" thing is super cheesy, but I couldn't leave it on heartbreak. I just don't have it in me with these two. 🥲❤️‍🩹

Read the Sequel:

A friend of mine requested a sequel to this imagine: "You confront Ben about his fears."

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[lis-likes-fics]

spencer reid drabble

cw: medical talk, fluff. 0.9k

“What are you doing?”

He'd been listening to you from the living room, the sound of your voice different from what he was used to. It pulled him from his concentration as he set his book on his lap and turned his ear in the direction of the bedroom.

Curiosity eventually won out, carrying him to you with a tilted head.

He finds you laying across the bed, your head draping off the edge. Your face is slightly scrunched from the pressure, from all the blood rushing to your head.

You look up at him with a weird smile. “‘M tryna learn this song for next week's show, and–” You let out a breath, lifting your head to ease some of the tension. “And–” You drop it again, shooting him another grin. “Phew– And I wanna see if I'll learn it faster if I hang upside down.”

Spencer purses his lips in a half smile, his brows knitted in slight confusion. “And, uh…” He licks his lips. “What brought you to this conclusion?”

You shrug—or, at least, you give the best indication of a shrug that you can in this position. “I sound better with belt-y songs like this. I dunno, it's kinda fun.”

He sits next to you, listening to you hum a pretty melody. “You know,” he smiles, stroking his knuckles along your arm, “remaining upside down for a prolonged period of time could increase the risk of high blood pressure…or a buildup of pressure in the skull and behind the eyes, which could lead to severe complications that could even be fatal.”

You lift your head again, your humming stopping abruptly as you look at him. He looks pretty, especially from this angle. His head tilts down to see you better, which emphasizes the curve of his nose, the fluff of his hair. Of course, he's pretty from every angle, but you're happy to explore them all.

“Like what?” You murmur.

“Like…” he gets distracted looking at you. You've got a pretty face, shining eyes, your cheeks a little flushed from being upside down for so long. “Like blood vessel ruptures and muscle tissue death.”

You lay back down, staring at the ceiling with furrowed brows. “I should probably get up then…”

“Probably,” he nods. “But hanging upside can have health benefits, too. It's called inversion therapy, but it's really only safe when done in one minute intervals. It's said to maintain posture, relieve back pain, and—contrary to the blood pressure increase—it promotes blood circulation.”

You think about it, watching his lips curl around each word at a million words per minute. “So…should I get up now?”

He smiles, a laugh escaping him with an elated sort of joy. “Probably,” he says, his thumb tracing patterns into your arm.

You reach out and grab his arm, cupping his elbow in the palm of your hand with a lopsided grin. “Just listen to this verse first, and tell me what you think.” You lay back down, getting comfortable as you hum a couple times to find the sweet spot. When you're satisfied with the sound, you peek at him through one open eye. “I just learned this verse so…forgive me if I mess up.”

“Already forgiven.” He says it with a coo, displaying that kind of happiness that comes with soft touches and lashes that kiss at the corner with their droopiness.

You beam before closing your eyes again, singing through the verse with only a tiny mishap that would not have been caught if Spencer wasn't who he was. Your singing washes over him and makes his bones both so light and so heavy with comfort. His eyes droop as he watches your pretty face, notices the way you keep time with the tiny tap of your finger on your belly.

He almost hadn't noticed when you stopped, looking up at him with curious eyes waiting for his response. He stared at your face, committing every curve and every pore and every lash to memory.

“Spence?” He hums lightly. “What do you think?”

His hand crosses your body to hold your other arm, the other coming to prop your head up so it's not hanging over the side any more. “I think…” He stares at you like you're the sun, moon, and stars wrapped up into one person. He stares at you like you're music itself, a new and perfect melody. “You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen.”

You feel all fuzzy when he dips down to kiss you, cementing his praise in all the affection he has to offer—which is a lot. You giggle against his lips, raising a hand to his own cheek. “Spencer,” you whine happily. “That’s not what I asked you.” Your fingers caress his chin, smooth from a fresh shave, before nudging some hair from his forehead.

He hums longingly. “You sound perfect.” He states it as a fact—the same way he states every compliment given to you. It's a truth that cannot be denied or refuted. It's a known fact that is preached throughout science, religion, and universe.

He dips down for a second kiss, and you squeal, welcoming it with the same droopy eyelids and appled cheeks. You stroke his cheek as he strokes your arm. When his hair tickles your forehead, you hum with contentment.

“I love you,” he mumbles against your skin, slurred with fondness but undeniably true.

Your cheeks are beginning to hurt. “I love you, too.”

He helps you sit up, easing you when you get woozy with a kiss to your forehead.

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[reevezs]

//lots of end-of-the-year shouting in this post, sorry if it gets too loud, I'm screaming into a read-more pillow... mostly.

there would be no Zach, Eric, and Ria (and Ver lol) without ByeNYC so:

thanks @byenycfm , its lovely admins, and every single member of the group, I obv won't tag all of you on an indie blog but I LOVE YOU. you're all amazing and amazingly talented, I love your characters. I'm grateful for Ria and her beautiful skeleton bio, thanks for letting me take care of this bby. thank you for *the* brotp I'll never get over, thanks for two heartbreaking ships and three heartwarming ones, for all the crazy headcanons we've got there, whether it's chasing zombies with an RC car or pushing one out of the window or down the stairs... most importantly - thank you for promising you'd come back after the group's hiatus and for actually coming back. we've created a community we wanna return to and we all deserve the biggest hug for that. 💙

thanks for coming back @renegadetulisrp , Old Ass RPers know what's up lol. we've known each other for more than a decade, holy shit. I love you and your babies - don't ever change, add more muses, write more crazy plots, you're one of my favorite reasons I'll always log back here 💙

@pleinsdemuses my bb! I love you and our 1000 verses where we hurt our babies for the plot and hand them some Happy Verse cookies so they don't kill us. my angst, smut, drama partner in crime, I don't think we'll ever run out of ideas. thank you for everything 💙

I don't know if I love us or hate us, @parvumchao , probably a bit of both lmao. it sounds like a threat, but I'll follow you everywhere, the dash without you is shitty. I love your muses - we don't have a single happy thread *shrugs*, but I really do 💙

@nikkiitalks , let's ruin our muses and cry over them like we're not responsible for their misery! thank you for finding me years ago and for keeping me. or for letting me keep you. I don't know, we're just holding hands and follow each other everywhere and that's how it should be 💙

another partner in chomper crime! I'm so happy you and your ocs joined BNYC, @myriadxofxmuses , so now our lovely nerd ship can sail in two verses, giving us diabetes! it wouldn't be the same without you, my dash here wouldn't be the same without you, I'm so happy I've met you! 💙

@ayakoito first-time husbands muns, I'm so happy for these two! we can have 100 threads and they find a new way to make me AWWW in every single one. we can ramble about everything and anything and I'm so happy to have you, but I'm sure you will understand when I say thank you for teaching me the most important word ever: verschlimmbesserung. 😂💙

thinking "oh god, so much cringe" already? it gets worse. more hugs and thank yous:

@plotsjotsandespressoshot and your girls - I apologize for being a shit partner and I miss writing with you, so we need a new thread or ten now lol 💙

@kierankyleculkin you hurt a bot but I think you're lovely 💙

@impcrsonatcr my fellow h.alsey human, big hugs! 💙

@thefvrious & @ghostsxagain and your chef's kiss muses - I'm a fan 💙

@dontcxckitup , @richardxoliverxmayhew , @kit-just-kit - I don't think you'll mind if I put your trio like this? that's how I see you, guys lol. your muses are among my all-time favorites. 💙

speaking of favorites - @notsoinnocentlittleangel I want you to know that Joanna is one of my favorite female ocs ever 💙

@brokenblondeprincess and pierogi is a full sentence 💙

@rcbf4 it's "Adam", not "Jake" 😂💙

@sugarandwhiskey and your lovely bby - thanks for popping on my dash 💙

@emeryfleming @corxunum @ghostsandmirrors @formaechao @heartxshaped-bruises @crew-from-capulet @bewitchingbaker @thxnymph @poisonedfire @brooklynislandgirl @thatslayer @facepeeled @alwaysanangcl - seeing you on the dash makes me happy 💙

people I've followed since my indie debut, @cheapxseats @heartonanoose - idk if you're still around, we haven't had a thread together in ages but thank you for the ones we had in the past 💙

[metaphorwritings]

ggrugg.... I am crawling across this desert and I need some water.... could you please spare me some general headcanons of will in a relationship.... I don't know if I can last much longer... uyghh

Metaphor Headcanons 3#

-. When Will started catching feelings for you... Oh sweet summer child...

-. He was able to talk to you normally, like with all his other followers and friends, but he would go absolutely red in the face when your fingers brushed against each other or when you complimented.

-. He feels shy when you say he's cute or brave, and his cheeks are all blushie.

-. Sometimes, he catches himself staring at you, finding you attractive when the sun hits your face just right.

-. Gallica has to remind him it's rude to stare.

-. Speaking of Gallica, she and Heismay are his wingwoman and wingman when it's time to confess.

-. Why? Gallica is a given because she's his best friend, and Heismay was married before, so he should be well versed in the art of courting someone.

-. And when he does confess and you accept, Will is even more of a blushing mess, but, he takes it slow by holding your hand on his.

-. Will is such a gentle lover, and I'll tell you why!

-. This man can do all three of these things with you at once and never get bored of it : cuddles, talking and reading!

-. He is such a cuddle bug!

-. He loves you sitting in between his legs and hugging you from behind.

-. He loves laying his head on your chest and nuzzling it, seeing how it makes you blush.

-. He loves how you lay your head down on his lap while he's reading and just wants to kiss you.

-. He loves it all!

-. And you can definitely expect Will to want to start random conversations with you just because he wants attention.

-. If he wants you to try the dish he just made in the kitchen? Attention!

-. If he just wants to ask how your day has been while you're up to something? Attention!

-. If he is in the middle of cuddling you, you fall asleep and he wakes you up to basically make a tier list, ranking all of your monster fights, in the middle of the night? Attention!

-. He just loves talking to you and hearing you talk back, because he loves hearing your voice and you voicing your inner thoughts.

-. But he loves something even more, when you both are sitting together and you read his novel out loud for him.

-. He's read it over a hundred times, but it just sounds different coming from you.

-. It somehow calms him, and it puts him at ease especially when you run your fingers through his hair.

-. He loves being spoiled with touch.

-. Will is the type who likes to perform acts of service for his lover. In other words, actually spoiling them.

-. He wants to cook for them.

-. He wants to clean for them.

-. He wants to read to them.

-. He wants to buy things for them.

-. He wants to worship them.

[Spoilers ahead!!!]

-. When Will becomes king, it gets WORSE!

-. He will ask for you to be escorted to wherever you wanna be!

-. He will ask his head chef to serve you whatever you are craving!

-. He will arrange for a garden to be made in your honour just because he loves you that much!

-. As king, his advisors told him to get married as soon as possible, and that was when he decided to have the grand idea of proposing to you.

-. And he probably does it in a similar way that he confessed to you the first time.

-. He probably treats you like his spouse wayyyyy before the actual wedding day.

-. He also teases you sometimes about how everyone now refers to you as the "King Consort" for now up until the actual wedding

-. But that's a story for another day 😉

[drekkavacarc]

okay , so here's what i'm working with for coming back. i'm still giving myself until the first , just because i wanted to give myself the time. i've deleted any asks i wasn't working on responses for already. sorry if this upsets anyone , i just had a bunch going back a month & it was overwhelming. i'll be working on those first. once i'm done with those , i'll be going through my threads to see what hasn't been replied to in a while , & will make a judgment call on threads i'm keeping or not. my main goal is to make sure i'm focusing on threads people have interest in , so if for any reason you don't want me to untrack a thread , come let me know. lastly , there's the problem of feeling directionless. i think the reason for that , is because i'm scared of making her a fandomless muse. it's been hard to do with so much of her lore being rooted in marvel lore. so i'm still going to be focusing on au verses to help me explore ways to expand on that part of them more.

I STILL WANNA WRITE WITH MY MARVEL PEEPS!!! i don't want any of you to think that i don't. i'll likely just be keeping it to the marvel blogs i'm currently following , for the sake of my own personal opinions on some of the marvel fandom. nothing to do with the rpc , it's all just me being bitter about the mcu , but that's not what this post is about. i'll still be writing marvel stuff with the peeps here. i'll just be very much sticking to my own homebrew marvel universe.

lastly on notes of things changing ... i'm going to go back to what i had originally intended for her personality. this is another thing i think was making it difficult. anya is not a nice person. in fact , they're really fucking mean most of the time. i softened her so she would be more palatable , but i think that was a mistake , as then anya didn't seem like anya anymore. going forward , there's going to be a very small list of people that anya is nice to. i'll be making a post talking about all of this later this week.

i think i can finally say i have a starting point for where i wanna take things here. thank you to everyone who has been patient with me through this time. i didn't expect to get hit with such a bad case of writers block , but i'm happy to say i have a good idea of how i'm moving forward.

[leashybebes]

I was tagged by @typicalopposite (impulsive) and @hyperfocusthusly (fire) for this wip game.

Rules! Share one sentence or excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

Decided to make it confusing by pulling from my extremely unwieldy file with allll the wips from you plus me verse, along with the actual ongoing wips and a Super Secret project so...don't expect anything coherent, I guess!

also, at least one bit is nsfw, i sorta lost track. impulsive is a long word and i have NOTHING in the tank today.

re: nothing in the tank, i cannot even consider tagging onwards. if you see this and wanna do it, your word is heart

impulsive

i -

"I mean. I think you could make just about anything sound hot."

"Do you see how that could be a problem?"

"I - guess. But um. It's a problem in a hot way."

Tommy pinches the bridge of his nose. "Evan."

"I mean it. Um. Hold up." Buck scrolls through his phone, switching back to his notes app and, yikes, that's a mess that he will need to tidy up at some point, but he thinks he worded it pretty well in his little brain-dump earlier, so carefully filed sex notes will have to wait.

m -

"My round," Tommy says.

"I'll come with you," Eddie offers.

Buck stands up to let them out of the booth. Clearly not even thinking about it, Tommy touches his waist as he goes, a brief trail of his fingers that has Buck making what he's sure is a pretty goofy expression at Tommy's retreating back.

p -

"Put some clothes on, have a shower if you want, I'm going to make some lunch."

"Is this the famous Clipboard Buck?"

Buck's aware he's probably having what Hen would call a face journey because he wants to know who said that to Tommy, and to point out that he doesn't actually have a clipboard right now, but that he has one at the loft and he could grab it if they swung by, and he also wants to say something embarrassing about how handsome Tommy looks after a nap. He might be in danger of going full Buck here.

u -

"Uh. No. But. You know my friends."

"And soon you'll know mine." He brings Buck's hand to his lips and kisses his knuckles. "I've told them about you. They'll love you."

"Um. Um. Sure." 

Buck screams at himself to shut the fuck up because they'll love you is literally just a thing people say, and it is too goddamn early.

l -

"Love you."

"Love you too."

"Love you!" Jee chirps up, not really directed at anyone in particular, just putting it out into the universe. Buck swoops her up onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and she shrieks with laughter. When he leans in to drop one last peck on Tommy's cheek, he hears Jee's mwah! as she lands a kiss in Tommy's hair.

s -

"She was a kid when I joined the army. I should have done better by her, but - "

"You were a kid when you joined the army," Buck counters. "I'm not mad, stop looking at me like that."

"Okay," Tommy says carefully. "You probably - "

"I mean, I am confused. Because when your dad died, we talked a lot. I thought - I thought it made us closer."

i -

"I don't wanna - "

"Sure, okay, make me say it," Tommy says with a huff that might almost be a laugh. "You've got a big dick. Just - it's good, just go slow."

"Yeah," Evan says. "Sure, of course."

He thought he was going slow, but Tommy's the boss, so he works on tiny, incremental little thrusts instead, and it feels crazy. He can feel Tommy's ass working around his cock, like it's actively trying to get him closer, further inside.

v -

Verging on tearful, Evan says, "I would have come. I would have helped."

"I know you would have. It's exactly why I didn't. Why I wouldn't let Sal."

"God, you are a stubborn asshole," Evan says, but he sounds almost impressed, now.

Tommy shrugs and snags another cookie. "These are really good."

Evan gives him a familiar, teasing glare. "For the record, I am allowing you to change the subject."

e -

"Evan, wait - "

But it's too late. Buck pulls open what appears to be Tommy's sock drawer. He's rooting around before Tommy's words can register and his fingers find it like they knew it'd be there - a box. Small and square and navy blue and unmistakable. 

"You - "

Tommy sighs and drags a hand over his face. "Surprise?" he suggests. "This really isn't how I thought this would go."

fire

f -

For a second it's their first kiss all over again, but then Tommy's free hand is preemptively cupping the back of Buck's head as he very efficiently gets Buck pinned against the wall and kisses him fervently. Buck makes a noise of surprise but then gets with the programme immediately. Tommy kisses him hard, urgent, licking into his mouth and slotting their bodies together in a way that Buck is already learning makes him melt. He winds his arms around Tommy's neck, arches into him, lets out a happy little hum.

i -

"It's up to you. I won't be offended if you just want to go sleep in your own bed, but I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't serious."

He's so fucking direct, and it makes Buck feel crazy.

"I don't want to sleep in my own bed," he says, and wants to curl into himself and disappear. It's too much and too honest and too intense and too early and too Buck. 

r -

Reflexively, he notes Evan very deliberately not looking at the cane, probably trying to reconcile the man who walked out of his loft eight years ago with it, and with the glasses, and the decrease in muscle mass and the more grey than not in his hair. He decides to give him an out.

"Congratulations on the promotion," he says. "You deserve it."

e -

Evan holds out  an honest-to-god printed list. Lists, Tommy realizes as he takes hold of the paper, and sees that it's multiple sheets. The first is titled non-sexual intimacy, the second date night ideas, the third mutual self-disclosure. Evan's hand covers his, settling the rising itch of panic he's barely had time to notice.

"Slow down," Evan tells him. "Your pace, remember?"

Part of Tommy hates the feeling of being handled. Another part of him, the part he's trying to lean into, wants it desperately. Wants to be treated carefully, treated with care.

[peachyloveswriting]

If u can ...mmm can u do like ... Basycally they are in a fight (Vash,Wolfwood and you) there are many gunshots but in the end wolfwood and Vash beat the criminals thinking that it was ok and fine but then they hear gasp and "g...guys..." as they turn they saw y/n shaking looking at them with one hand holding the bullet wound in the chest,the other full of blood, then they fall on their knees and they panic,crying saying that it hurts, saying that they don't want to die,so they clench on him, then Vash trying to stop the bleeding?

U can put like some reassuring Vash and wolfwood saying that help his coming,crying and all that,also the bullet was out and leaved a huge gap?

U can be as detailed as possible or put so much pain yada yada,blood and all

I'm gonna read the writing u did now

I absolutely love this idea. I think I'll need some fluff or something other than angst after this though lol. I love angst but too much and I'm burnt out for sure.

PLEASE STAY --- Vash & wolfwood

SUMMARY: Everyone was in check right? They got all the bad guys. Everyone was okay, right? Seems they've sadly struck an unlucky mine.

Warning: Blood, hella angst

NOTES: I'm leaving this written as is, sorry but I just can't find it in myself to write the ending at the moment. I would have written it later then posted it but I figured I'd get this out the way first.

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"Was that the last one?" Nick turns to Vash with his cross ready to fire again. Taking a simple glance around, Vash nods his head with a small smile.

"Yeah, that-" Vash is cut off by a loud gasp. Turning to look behind him, his skin grows ice cold. Both men swear they can feel their hearts stop when they look. On your knees you shake and shudder in fear, blood spills over your hand from where it clutches your chest tightly. You can't feel it but the blood is so warm against your skin and the bullet in your body feels so cold.

"G... Guys?"

Nick's cross falls to the ground with a loud thud as he rushes to your side, his hands clutching your shoulders as he looks you over. "Oh god." He stammers. The cigarette delicately placed between his lips falls between his knees, he can feel you shaking in his hands. A spike of panic rises in his chest and his throat squeezes. Behind him, Vash watches the scene unfold in horror. Frozen in place, his heart pounds in his ears. Was this happening?

"Fuck! Make it stop, make it stop! It hurts, fuck it hurts!" You clench your eyes shut in pain. The initial shock has worn off leaving you stripped bare to the pain settling in your bones. If you could dig yourself a hole and never come back, God you would. Fisting Nick's shirt with a scream, you slip against him, your forehead resting on his shoulder.

"I'm going to die. I don't want to die. Nick, I don't wanna die." If there's anything 'The Punisher' should be well versed with, it's death. This, he knows better than anyone. Watching the light fade from someone's eyes as they shudder their last breath and slump limply into the ground. He always watches nonchalantly, not a single emotion stirring inside his chest. But now, it's burning alive with fear and anxiety.

"Vash! Do something!" The death of another has always been inconsequential to him but as you shake and sputter in his arms, blood gushing from your chest while you scream in pain, he feels a switch inside of him flip on like a light. After all these years, it's finally coming back to bite him in the ass.

Vash appears beside him with a torn flap of fabric from his cross cover. Pulling you away from his body he tenses, watching you limply flob around like a discarded rag doll. Vash leans forward, his arms wrapping around you to tie the cloth around your chest. The hand covering the wound falls limply at your side as he tightens the cloth down. Vash extends his arms to take you.

"c'mon, c'mon..." He urges Nick to pass you to him. As gently as he can, Nick places you in Vash's arms bridal style. "It's going to be okay. Don't worry. I've got you now." Vash takes off running, leaving Nick to hurriedly gather his cross and join the chase.

"Just how do you think we're getting help?" Nick asks as he finally catches up to the blonde. He's pointedly staring ahead, his eyes fixated on the closest running truck.

Coming to a stop at the door Nick pulls it open and raises a gun to the driver. "Get out or your next."

Eyes wide with fear, the driver dies out of his seat and onto the dusty ground. Taking his cross he throws it into the bed of the truck and rushes to the other side, where he climbs into the driver's seat and waits for Vash to settle in. The moment that door closes, the tires are kicking up dirt.

"There's a doctor at the far end of town. Hurry." Vash tells him as he looks down at you in his arms. Your shaking profusely, your hands reaching to tug at his jacket. The world around you feels like it's frozen over and it's hard to keep your eyes on anything. "Vash... I'm cold. Please..." You whine. He hushes you. "Don't worry." Carefully his arms slip from underneath you to slide his coat off.

"Just relax." The coat drapes over your entire body and surrounds you with a shield of warmth but it's not enough. It feels like Ice is still building in your veins. Everything going on at once is running your body thin, making your eyes grow heavy and sleep weight in the back of your mind. No matter how hard you peel them open, blinking holds them shut while you struggle to wake back up.

"I can't keep my eyes open." The truck slows to a stop and both the doors fly open.

"Don't fall asleep!" Nick yells as he reaches your side. Still in Vash's arms you struggle to open your eyes again, something calls to you in your head. It begs for you to succumb to the darkness but you refuse.

"Keep your eyes open. Look at me." Vash begs.

Running into the building, Nick rushes to the front desk. "We need medical attention right now. There's been a bullet wound to the shoulder and they're losing conscience." He stammers.

The woman behind the desk stands and runs to Vash's side. "Come with me baby." She places a hand on his back and hurriedly pushes forward towards the operating room. Behind them follows Nick who struggles to keep up. The woman is talking to you, lightly slapping your face to keep you awake. It works for the most part but you can't bring yourself to move. You've lost too much blood.

"Emergency. Coming in!" She yells holding the door open to usher them in. The doctor perks up at the four of you entering. Upon seeing you he frowns and gestures for you to be laid on the table. Gingerly, Vash places you against the cold bed, his coat still covering your shivering body. He watches in horror while the lady starts to guide him away from you, pushing back against her he watches you turn to look at him.

"Please stay."

The door shuts in his face and for the first time, Nick watches him crumble to the floor; his head held in his hands while sobs wrack his body. The ever joyful, Vash, was crying.

Nick couldn't find it in himself to keep watching, just hearing Vash cry was enough to make his own eyes water. Turning away to leave, he pulls a cigarette from its pack and brings it to his lips. As he walks away, he starts to hope that you'll recover quickly, that way he won't ever have to see you like that again. Looking down to slide his cigarettes in his pocket he finds his suit covered in your blood. You lost so much... A blood transplant was surely needed. Between him and Vash he wasn't entirely sure if either of them would be of use in that matter but it darkens the sliver of hope in his heart.

Stopping him from straying any further away is Vash's hand around his wrist. Just as Nick turns to face him Vash hugs him tightly. Sobs still fall from his lips and blood covers his entire torso. He doesn't bother to offer any comfort to the blond and instead allows him to cry to his heart's content against him. There's just not enough energy for him to care for another person besides himself.

[pinkishplush]

Limits Chpt 1

Summary; When an alternative version of your girlfriend Yelena steps foot into your universe push comes to shove.

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Y/n stood by her car outside of a takeout restaurant searching for her keys "Alrighty, I have the food I should be home soon." she said to Yelena who she was talking to over the phone.

Y/n and Yelena had been sent on a mission after some Doombots that happened to be causing trouble in South Africa. Tony had stated very clearly that the field was not to be left until the job was done. Whatever distractions had to be dealt with.

"Okay, I'll see you when you arrive, love." Yelena responded over the phone from where she laid on the hotel bed.

Y/n finally managed to find the keys but not before noticing a weird shooting star in the sky "Okay, I love you." she replied, her voice sounding a tad bit unsure of what to think of the 'star'.

"Love you too." Yelena responded unknowingly of what Y/n had witnessed

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Once Yelena hung up the phone a weird blue portal with a golden edge opened. Out stepped...Yelena?

"What the hell?!" Yelena shouted in disbelief as she backed away from the portal as herself emerged from it.

"Don't be concerned, darling." The alternate Yelena responded to Yelena's shocked expression.

Yelena reached for her gun "Why are you me? Never mind that, How did you get here?!" she demanded an answer for her question.

"I have a mission to carry out and it just so happens to be in this world. Why did I end up here? That I do not know." the alternate Yelena explained

"This makes no sense? What are you talking about mi-" before Yelena could finish her question the hotel room door opened and Y/n's was heard from the living room.

Y/n took off her shoes at the door not wanting to dirty up her home "Lena, baby? I'm home!" she announced as she did so.

"Look you can't be here. Uhm, just hide in here." Yelena panicked, looking around the room to see where to hide her alternate self. Her eyes landed on the bathroom door and she ushered the other Yelena in quietly.

The bedroom door opened and Y/n waltzed in "Hey, babe. I thought you were asleep, you didn't answer?" she said as she spotted Yelena closing the bathroom door.

"Sorry, I was freshing up in the bath. I didn't hear you. But welcome home, love." Yelena said giddily.

Y/n raised an eyebrow as a confused notion to her girlfriends sudden excitement. "Thank you. I have the chinese food you begged me for." she said as she held up the bag.

Suddenly a loud noise erupted from the bathroom as if something fell. Y/n looked towards then to Yelena with a raised eyebrow "What was that?" she questioned.

"I- Uh- Shampoo bottle, it keeps falling off the shelf. I'm so over it." Yelena lied.

Y/n went to open the door "Well, uh we should probably pick it up. Don't want it to spill." she said.

"Uh no, no it's fine!" Yelena blurted as she slammed the door shut again.

"Babe, just let me go in and pick it up so you can eat." Y/n defended.

"No!" Yelena shouted, confusing Y/n even further.

Y/n stepped back from the door and placed the food on the bed "Okay you're hiding something. What's in there?" Y/n asked Yelena with full certainty that Yelena was hiding something.

"It's nothing." Yelena squeaked.

"Yelena, move. Don't make me ask again." Y/n said, obviously annoyed by Yelena's constant lying.

Yelena bowed her head before reluctantly opening the bathroom door. Another Yelena emerged from the shadows ultimately scaring the hell out of Y/n.

Y/n stood up straight as she thought she was seeing double "What the fuck? Do you wanna explain...this?" she questioned after gaining her composure.

"She came out of nowhere from another verse. She said she had a mission to carry out." Yelena explained.

"What mission?" Y/n questioned her girlfriends alternate self.

"I have a stowaway that has managed to escape in a different universe. Leads say they ended up in this one. Unfortunately with how dangerous it's considered to travel verses in the verse I'm from I tried to talk my chief out of this mission but he claims he's too important and I don't have any time to waste. Being here is only lowering my chances of capturing said stowaway." she explained with more detail than what was asked for.

"Well then I think you should leave. Very quickly." Y/n said calmly.

"We can't just set her free. She'll surely cause problems and I don't need any bad things on my rep because of her! We don't know her intentions with this 'stowaway'. It could be an innocent person and that can make me look bad." Yelena protested against setting her alternative-self free.

"I think she's responsible enough to handle herself." Y/n stood there confused but still sure of her decision.

"This could really backfire." Yelena complained as her alternative-self walked out the door.

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I hid behind a building as powerful blasts were being shot towards me "Fuck, they've gone off radar." I shouted into my intercom as I looked at the radar I held in my hands.

I looked up towards Yelena who was taking cover behind a concrete barrier as she shot at the doombot's distraction "What do you mean they've gone off radar!" she shouted in her intercom as she ducked behind the barrier when a blast flew over her head.

"They're no longer on my radar I think they moved back. These guys aren't nothing but trouble. It's obvious they aren't going down without a fight." I said as I peeped around the corner.

Suddenly there was a loud explosion. Metal pieces clung to the ground loudly around us. I peeped around the corner to see the alternative Yelena. I rolled my eyes and began shooting at her.

Yelena rolled from behind the barrier and towards me, taking cover behind the building also as she reloaded her weapons with my bullets.

"So we meet again." Alt!Yelena's voice resounded from around the wall as her blasts stopped.

I peeped around the corner catching sight of her just standing there "What the hell are you doing here?!" I shouted before fully leaving my cover.

She rolled her eyes with a smirk and subtle scoff "I told you I had a mission to carry out. Boss man Richard wants them dead or alive." she explained

My eyes widened as I came to a revelation "Boss man Richard? Are we after the same guys? The Doombots. They must be from your verse!" I shouted in realization.

"Great to know. But I need you to stay out of my way. These are wanted criminals and your interference can only result in bad things for you two.". she threatened

"You're in no place to tell us what missions we can carry out. These Doombots are dangerous and we're gonna put a stop to this!" Yelena said as she came from out of her cover also with her gun aimed at her alternative self.

I raised my hand towards Lena "Hold on a second, Lena. What if we can propose a proposition. These are wanted criminals in your verse but they need to be killed. What if we work together and just put an end to this?" I proposed.

Yelena sighed as if she was thinking over the decision before shrugging "Sorry, no can do, pretty lady. Boss Man wants 'em alive." she said before running off.

"See! I told you this wouldn't work, y/n/n." Lena said in clear annoyance

I rolled my eyes "I don't wanna hear your bragging right now. We'll have to put this mission to the side." I snarled.

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Hi everyone thanks for reading Chapter 1 of this fic you can thank the lovely requester; @selfcestmovies

[angelbitezzz]

Next one up: Day 6!

Short fic under the cut

"Oh! You wanna play basketball, Papyrus?"

"OF COURSE! THERE WASN'T A COURT BACK IN SNOWDIN, BUT FROM WHAT I'VE SEEN YOU ONLY NEED TO BE TALL TO BE SUCCESSFUL!"

The human on the picnic blanket snorts at his words, grinning and reaching a hand up in a grabby motion. Papyrus responds in kind and took her by the hand, pulling her to her feet.

"I guess you're right. But we can't just play by ourselves."

She casts a glance around to find their friends scattered in the park space they had set up on. Undyne speaks animatedly to Asgore, Sans is working the grill, and Toriel is fussing over getting sunscreen on her kid. Angel raises her hands to her mouth.

"AYO UNDYNE! WANNA PLAY BASKETBALL?"

Her head nearly snaps around 180 degrees at her words, a smug grin spreading across her face as she turns.

"WANNA LOSE?"

"Yeah, okay, whatever, GET OVER HERE!"

Undyne abandons her conversation with Asgore as she rushes to the court. The king merely grins fondly—not at all bothered at being left alone—and sidles over to the grill where Sans stands. Angel jogs over, taking an appreciative sniff of the food cooking and another appreciative look at the skeleton at work; his signature blue hoodie draped over a nearby bush in favor of his simple white beater shirt, exposing the bones of his arms, neck and collar area.

"What about you two? Basketball?"

"Oh no," Says Asgore, waving a hand. "I'm fine with cheering from the sidelines."

"What about you, bone man."

"ehhhh. last time i played, i stood around wondering why the ball kept getting bigger. then it hit me."

"Shut up!!! That's a total lie!" Laughs Angel, shoving him in the shoulder. "C'mon, you've been working hard at the grill this entire time, take a break!"

"not sure that counts as a break, pal. least this way i can stand around and look pretty. really making the best of my skillset here."

"SANS, IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR BONY BUTT OVER HERE RIGHT NOW, I'LL RELIEVE YOU OF YOUR STATION! FORCIBLY!"

"what, like, you'll take over the grill?"

"EXACTLY!"

Sans pulls his spatula closer to his chest, eyesockets narrowing slightly. The skeleton is lazy by nature, but the idea of his brother ruining perfectly good meats when they're almost done....

"fine, if you insist. just be warned, my dunking skills are the wurst."

"BUTT! HERE! NOW! AND WE BOTH KNOW THAT'S A LIE!"

"can you gimme a sec? it's almost—" "Not to worry, Sans. I can keep an eye on it for you." Asgore butts in, friendly as anything. Sans takes in the moment with a blank grin and gives up without a fight, handing the spatula over. Angel grabs him by the arm and tugs him towards the court.

"So do you really suck at basketball or are you just doing the lazy thing again?"

Sans just shrugs and grins, making her roll her eyes. By the time they've made it onto the court, Toriel has noticed everyone gathering and wandered over. She tugs up the sleeves of her t-shirt to expose more of her arms and smiles, flexing her (admittedly, pretty muscular) arm.

"Count me in! I could use the exercise!"

"Sweet! Teams are gonna be unbalanced, though..."

"NOT TO WORRY! I'VE ALREADY GOT IT FIGURED OUT!"

Papyrus pats Sans on the shoulder and puffs his chest.

"IT'S ME AND MY BROTHER (PLUS TORIEL) VERSUS THE REST OF YOU! BECAUSE LET'S BE REAL. UNDYNE COUNTS FOR SEVERAL MEMBERS."

"DAMN RIGHT!"

"Fair enough!"

Papyrus pulls out a basketball from somewhere, and the game begins. Immediately, Angel finds that, much like the many times she's had to play games with the monsters, things have very different rules. She's already not the most versed in sports—and she ends up spending most of the match watching Undyne and Papyrus go head to head with a ferocity she can only wish to match. And match she tries! It's hard being short in a basketball game, but stealing the ball can be easy if you're quick enough; and Angel is fast.

Then comes her first challenge—fucking Sans. Turns out the guy either used to play or is a very fast learner, because whenever she manages to get her hands on the ball, he's right there ready to snatch it.

"Dude!" Angel pants during a brief pause of the game, after a panicked confrontation that ended in the ball accidentally going haywire and into the nearby trees. "I didn't know I was playing with an athlete, Christ!"

"heh," Sans looks pleased, though something like sweat beads on his skull. "nah, i barely rim-member how to play, really."

"Terrible."

"you're smiling."

"Yep."

The game is on again. Angel gets lost in it, having too much fun to consider holding back. Life gives an opportunity—Only Papyrus blocking her way from the hoop. Brashly, in a move betraying her complete faith in her own terribly unathletic body, she rushes him. Time slows down. Papyrus crouches to ready himself to catch the ball, and she sees the answer so clearly, so so clearly...if she can push herself enough!

"oh shit—"

It's all the time Sans has left to speak before he reacts on instinct, reaching out with his magic and grabbing hold of her soul, hoisting her into the air on time with her jump. He hadn't really meant to help the enemy team—but a head-on collision with his giant ass brother would've left them both with bruises, and he hadn't even thought before using his magic to stop it. Well, the truly unhinged scene unfolds before them—Angel using Papyrus as leverage to push herself up, straining hard, until her hand hooks on the rim and the ball swishes through the net. Everyone gapes in awe. Sans drops his magic, but Angel stays on the rim, clutching tight as Papyrus stumbles and rights himself. There's a beat of silence before everyone starts laughing and cheering, wolf whistles from Undyne, clapping from Frisk on the picnic blanket. Angel laughs with them, and then another problem arises as her legs kick.

"Uh! Help me get down! I'm too high up!! Help! Help????"

[somerandomjewelleryonthefloor]

Through the Solace-Bolas-Verse .ೃ࿐

Chapter 5: Darker world

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Summary: "The bolas party find themselves in a realm they all love and hate this time, and seeing a possibility they never wanted to think could be true."

Characters: Solace (+ other versions), Nia, Mal, Tyril, Imtura, Aerin, Valax (+ other versions mentioned), Mavros (OC), Chimera (OC- mentioned).

Word count: 3501 lol

Warning?: This chapter was a little rushed, I'll admit that. I'm getting back in the groove of school so I did rush to get this out of the way lol, sorry

Extra notes: this is a SILLY and GOOFT series. If you come into this thinking professional writing, it may disappoint.

Tags: @lover-also-fighter-also @cadybear420 @choicesmc

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Whatever they were hoping to see after leaving the portal they came from, it wasn't at ALL where they landed.

Its bright light fizzled out, it revealed the darkness of where they landed.

As they landed on the ground, one look was all they needed.

"The Shadow Realm?" Valax looked around, having not been here ever since she merged the 2 realms together after the battle of Morella, "Is... Solace here? Why would he be... Here?"

Looking up, it was as dark and creepy as ever. The sky was a thundering mess of lightning strikes that were as loud as 5 cannons going off at once. In the distance, they could see the castle. Black stone and small streams of lava poured from the top of its middle turret, a lone stone pathway of rock at the mercy of the lava that filled the gaps on its sides, and the smell of burning was as prominent as ever.

The fortress was foreboding as whatever was in there would shock or destroy (or do both) to the party.

"How lovely... Death." Looking around, Aerin didn't exactly find anything new. It was the Shadow Realm, as simple as that.

As a lightning strike hit in the distance, sending debris flying, everyone looked at eachother. Unease and annoyance being the most prominent thing they could see eachother feel, because no one wanted to be in the Shadow Realm again. At least not with all the monsters that existed and lurked.

"I bet 2 coins, for Solace being in the fortress." Mal said, "I just hope it isn't because he's being... Hurt..."

The light he brought to the group for a second faded quickly.

"Well, because the Voice told he they were going to help out whenever they could, we're conveniently placed where Solace is. So I'd say... It's a high possibility..." Tyril said, the wheel in his mind still turning as he thought.

"I really don't wanna fight more people from the Shadow Court... But if we have to-" she quickly pulled her double axes from her belt, holding them firmly.

Looking at eachother in silent agreement, they all grabbed out their weapon of choice, before Valax lead the party. Shadow magic was moving around like it had a life of its own, just itching to be used as it fills her palms. Looking around, there weren't any dangers they could see which was... Unnerving.

Getting closer to the fortress, the most bizarre part was that there wasn't any guards out on duty. No one to be seen near the door, and it was eerily quiet besides the magma bubbling and popping.

They were all hidden behind a large rock, discussing.

"So we all believe this is a trap, right?" Mal asked everyone, his head tilted in the direction of the fortress.

"I do" Tyril held his sword as he sharpened it.

"Yes... But also... This is another universe. Maybe, just maybe, the Shadow Court are dumbasses here." Imtura suggested, seeming somewhat confident.

"As much as I want to believe in that- I feel that's wishful thinking." Nia responded to that, uncertainty in her voice.

"Well yes, but we shouldn't expect too much or too little, we're in an entirely different dimension" Aerin added, hugging his book to his chest.

"Well, regardless, we're staying on high alert." Valax insisted, which everyone agreed with.

After their 'discussion', they all peeked from behind the large rock, looking at the fortress again. Looking at it more closely, all they could see was pitch black beyond the wide open door. Mal's idea of it being a trap grew more believers.

Hesitantly making their way over, the grips on all their weapons grew tighter as they were now standing in front of the open door. They couldn't see anything, just darkness. It was inviting them to come in, in the most aggressive way possible.

Taking a moment to listen, there were no sounds, besides magma and a lone breeze of wind that echoed as it entered inside.

"..."

They all got close together, like a small compact group of flamingos. Following as Valax walked inside.

With how it was, Imtura, Tyril, and Nia were at the back, whilst Aerin and Mal were with Valax at the front.

Walking together, immediately after walking inside- the doors that they went through closed abruptly.

"I WAS RIGHT!" Mal yelled, before Aerin put one of his hands over Mal's mouth.

"Shh!" He shushed him.

Seeing as they were stuck in pitch black, Valax clicked her finger and a flame of blue appeared on her hand. Lighting up the walkway in front of them. Tyril enchanted his blade, orange flames dripping from the sword as he used it to light up the area behind them.

Moving together, they all were almost tripping eachother with how close they were together.

Whilst walking, there was a small gasp in the darkness, as the feeling of being watched grew strong. In front of them, a pair of blue glowing pupils could be seen.

"Oh... My Sol is going to have SO much fun, seeing you!"

That was the last thing they remember before they all woke up, laying on the floor of the treasure room. Many events happened in this room, and apparently more would keep happening.

As they all got up, there was small clapping.

Looking up, they saw a man. Dressed in a pure black leather cropped top that covered his shoulder and showed his chest with matching black leather pants that had hip-windows, and with horns that shot up out of his head and curved in a outwards spiral, and skin that was a dark red that was spotted with peach scales on the sides of his face, with white hair in a mix of dreads and mini-braids. 2 large tusks and 2 large fangs protruded out of his mouth, and he looked amused at them.

He continued clapping.

"They're awake! Finally! Was getting worried we actually killed you! That would've been boring..."

His voice sounded dark. It was deep and raspy, and he let out a snicker.

"And who in the sunken hells are you." Imtura looked up at him, propping herself up with her hands.

"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. sorry, where are my manners-" he did a dramatic bow before standing up tall and laughing again, "as if! You aren't knowing SHIT about me!"

"That's quite enough, baby..."

As the sound of a person's voice filled the room, the tiefling smiled uncontrollably. The voice was distorted, it sounded like whispering and screaming at the same time and it was both deep and high pitch. A figure surrounded by shadow appeared behind the tiefling, hands wrapping around his neck as a pair of blue and red eyes stared at the party on the floor.

Their gaze swept over them, before specifically resting on Aerin. The mysterious person looked shocked, eyes widened a little as their distorted voice held a hint of surprise and gentleness...

"Aerin?" As the figure's form came into existence behind the tiefling, they stepped into the light that emitted from the small crack in the ceiling.

"Aerin... You..." The man shook his head, sighing.

The man was Solace, but it certainly wasn't the Solace they knew.

His hair, instead of the colour of snow, was jet black. His skin was covered in black veins, his black skin held a lime undertone instead of a shimmering purple-blue, his diamond shaped vitiligo patches on his face and arms and legs and ears were a pure black– darker than shadow itself, with pale blue sharp 6 inch nails and his golden markings now a brilliant ruby shine.

His hair was out, leaving a long trail behind him as a big stand covered the middle of his face while a long thick stand of hair went down the right side of his body and covering his right pec, His feet were covered in teal wedges with ribbon that were tied around his calves and tied in bows on the side of his legs, and his face was tired but his eyes held no pain nor worry. Only a constant sadness, though for now he was calm.

Wearing a dark turquoise dress, which was a long piece of fabric that wrapped around his left shoulder and wrapped around below his left hip and was tied on the right side of his body. It showed off his body more than any other outfit ever did, and he seemed so comfortable. Whilst it did show off a matching dark turquoise undergarment, he didn't seem bothered. He couldn't be bothered.

Shadows came off of his body, like the flames on Tyril's blade, and he simply looked over them.

"With what you said, I wasn't sure you'd... Return... No less with a party and not a follower anymore, but whatever" as he said that, hints of white in his hair showed before being covered with shadow. His eyes looked at Aerin in pure affection before he looked away.

His voice was smooth despite the distortion, and he walked back to the tiefling who stood there. Watching him with absolute pure adoration, almost the same as people devoted to their partners looked at their beloved.

As Solace leaned on him, the tiefling wrapped his arms around Solace's waist and hid his face within Solace's hair.

It was... Something.

Solace as a follower of the shadow court. The fact they were seeing this now was insane. And the fact that in their eyes, he was still beautiful- almost even more so as he walked with a casualness, that him looking the way he did wasn't some big issue. That him looking so comfortable, looked incredibly sexy.

Tyril was the most affected, feeling severe conflict with his emotions.

This was Solace, his beloved, and he looked absolutely sublime with being comfortable in his skin. But he was influenced by the Shadow Court, the one thing he loathed with every fibre of his soul.

Aerin could only watch this Solace stunned.

A universe that favoured him, meant having Solace be in the shadow court? And with him? The look he was given didn't go unnoticed, and his face was as red as cherries.

Though he wouldn't lie to himself that seeing Solace's hair getting repeatedly kissed by some man he did not know and being held tightly, did cause his eye to twitch for a millisecond.

"Solace?" Nia looked at him over once, twice, her mind completely boggled.

"That's my name... Yes...?" For being a shadow court follower, he was pretty calm and collected at the moment.

"Why are you so... Calm?" She asked, standing up with everyone else.

The question caught him off guard, and he went silent for a moment. His boyfriend looked up from Solace's hair, his gaze going down towards him as he moved a hand up to push some of Solace's hair behind his ear gently.

Hands clasped together, he shrugged.

"We lost the battle of Morella, and by that time I found myself losing interest in all..."

He let a small burst of shadow engulf his hand as he held it out.

"This..." He then closed his hand, "But I still like it, Keeps me powerful"

Solace just looked at the ground as his boyfriend kissed his cheek.

No one really knew what to do. There wasn't cause for a fight, but they were in enemy territory. It was Solace, but not their Solace. He was as beautiful as ever, but covered in shadow.

"Mavros, have you heard of where Chimera is?"

"Said she'd practice her fighting skills..." Mavros then kissed Solace's cheek again, before hugging him tighter, "does it matter though? We have these idiots to deal with..."

"Idiots? I'll show you an idiot-" Valax was cut off as her mouth was sealed shut with shadow magic.

"Stop riling them up..." Solace looked at them even closer, "they're not... Supposed to be here... Their energy isn't of this world..."

After a moment, Solace lifted the shadow magic off of Valax's mouth. Breaking apart from Mavros and walking across the room, finding himself grabbing a book from a broken shelf that held books full of dust and grime.

Blowing the dust off and patting it down, Solace opened the book and flipped the pages before landing on one.

"Like Samuel Sherrington theorised. "Each universe is packed with an energy of some kind, and anything that disrupts or deviates from the energy of the world whether magical or natural does not belong", he talks about experiencing this once with an animal that felt like it didn't belong despite looking like it did..."

Solace looked at the party again as he closed this mysterious book.

"Which is them..." He then put the book back away.

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Whilst there was no fighting, the tension was still there.

Solace and Mavros were sitting on the floor in the far right of the room, Mavros holding Solace in his arms, looking towards everyone else who sat down on the far left of the room.

It was silent as no one knew what to say, no one knew if they wanted to talk at all even. The silence was much more acceptable then talking to a shadow-influenced Solace.

He was calm, and he was peaceful at this time. But it was still hard.

Aerin simply looked at him, being held tightly in Mavros' arms as he kissed Solace's head. Sitting in his lap, red hands holding onto his hip and head as he rested on the tiefling's body. Seeing him so comfortable in someone else's arms, completely vulnerable, made him feel a bit empty.

Whilst he shared some kisses with Solace, and they shared a tent a few times to sleep next to eachother, they weren't completely at that level of pure vulnerability.

He knew Solace was like that with the others, and that was fine. He did betray his trust last year and he also did run away again. It was understandable that it'd take longer to reach that. He knew they'd cuddle with him and bathe in the same lake together, but the difference was that he never had to see it.

Seeing it in person, it made him feel a small hole in his heart that was lightly bleeding. How nice it'd be, to have Solace lean on him and melt into him and sleep in his arms, souls bared to eachother as they held eachother in private. It was a pleasant fantasy he hoped would happen soon. "Hoped" being a key word here.

Watching them as he sat with his knees to his chest, he saw a small gap in the shadow that covered Solace's body. It disappeared as quickly as it appeared, but it showed a glimpse of his white hair before he got turned. The shadow wasn't actively leaving his body but it definitely wasn't supposed to do that, unless the hold of the shadow was loosening its grip on him.

Getting his face kissed now, Aerin could see the gentle smile creep onto Solace's lips, and it honestly made him want to curl up in a ball and get swallowed by the earth. He just wanted to find their Solace so he could hug him again.

Back turned to everyone, Imtura was using one of Mal's spare knives to sharpen her axes. Holding one up, she grinded the blade with one side of her axe and moved fit up and down fairly swiftly.

She was doing this so she didn't have to look at Solace, which was fair. Mostly everyone didn't want to look at him, regardless of how peaceful he was.

Nia was sitting with her calves underneath her thighs, looking at the pearl she got from Solace way-back-when. It pulsed a shimmering purple-blue in her hands, like it was actively working against any evil. Touching it in her hands, she looked up to look at everyone else.

Sitting against a wall, Mal was in course proximity to Imtura, watching her as she sharpened her weapon. Mostly looking at his blade though as it was being used, he was holding a dagger in his hand and was checking it.

Tyril was nearby, the only one who was simply crouching. He was looking at a blemish on his sword as he bided his time like everyone else. He made an effort to not look in the direction of Shadow-Solace, as he run a hand on his blade slowly.

Aerin was the closest by the door, knees to his chest as he looked at nothingness. Thinking. His arms holding onto eachother around his legs, closing his eyes.

Valax was observing the marbles she had gotten, looking at them closely and observing the details they all had. She was sat the closest to Nia, resting an arm on one propped up knee and holding a marble as one arm was keeping her upright behind her as it pushed against the stone floor.

Nia looked back at Solace, seeing him being cuddly with that Mavros man. She kind of smiled. Whilst this was a weird circumstance, seeing him be shadow-influenced, but the fact that he still had someone or people to love and look after going down such a dark path made her feel a type of way. Calm, and happy for him.

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As an hour went by, 2 hours maybe, it was long before another portal opened up.

It was a small window of bright white that you couldn't peer into, and Tyril almost immediately got up from where he was sitting. Being the first person to leave.

"Tyril, you're just gonna- okay." Mal got up after him, sighing as he went towards the portal to follow Tyril quickly, in case the other side had something dangerous.

Imtura put her now sharpened axe back in its holder that hung in front of her in her belt. Holding onto the spare knife, she did a small glance at Solace behind her.

He was still relaxing in that man's arms when she looked, and she looked away quickly. Going towards the portal as she wanted to get TF out of here like Tyril.

Putting the marbles back, Valax looked towards Nia who put her enchanted pearl away. Standing up together, she extended a hand to hold hers as they made their way to the portal.

As they did, Nia looked back at Solace and did a gentle wave goodbye to him which he reciprocated before they went through the portal.

All that was left was Aerin, who couldn't move immediately. Alone, still sitting, still thinking. Staying there with his knees to his chest, eyes closed. He could hear as everyone left, but he didn't feel the urgency yet.

As he stayed there, thinking for a second longer, he felt a presence next to him.

From moving from shadow to tangible, Solace appeared next to him. Sitting down, and watching him as he ignored the world.

"Your friends are gone... What's so important to think about that you left them?" He asked softly, his distorted voice sounding more like an echo of a choir now that Aerin was able to listen carefully.

"Just... About my relationship mostly." Aerin admitted, opening his eyes and looking at the ground.

"Hm..." Looking at how stiff he looked, Solace extended an arm, "would you mind if I... Indulged in a hug? It's just been a long time since I've seen my Aerin, and you look..."

Solace then shrugged.

"Really? You want to hug me?"

"Yes... May I?"

A small blush appeared on his face as he nodded. 2 long arms wrapped around him as Solace rested his chin on top of Aerin's head.

Aerin could feel the cold that came from the shadowy mist that covered Solace's skin, and the smell of rainwater gave him comfort from what Solace always smelt like as he always remembered that Solace liked to feel the rain in his hair and skin.

Solace's hand went under Aerin's chin, and gently moved his head to look at him.

Leaning back to look him in the eyes, he then moved his hand and ran it through Aerin's hair.

"You should probably go... Life doesn't wait for those not wanting to continue on..." Solace then held Aerin's face.

"Right..." Aerin was more caught up in Solace's eyes. He was used to seeing gold and purple, and he missed it greatly, but the red and blue were as beautiful.

Solace leaned forward and gave his forehead a kiss, which made him burn up immediately.

"C'mon, you don't want to keep everyone waiting..." Solace then helped him up and watched as he watched away.

Aerin walked backwards into the portal, looking at Solace for as long as possible. Touching the spot where his forehead kiss was, his skin was blazing a deep red once again.

Disappearing into the portal, he saw that universe of Solace wave goodbye and gently blow a kiss for him before his vision filled with white.

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[part 1]

[sunny6677]

SPOOKY RAP BATTLES!!!

Round 1: Susie VS Roy

@mayisgoingnuts

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(Minor explanation: The opponents in this are usually told stuff about the people they're going against for the battles so they have a little more to work with. And are also given some slight encouragement so they don't back out of the battle from nervousness.)

(Also the reason they're kind of both sucky with their raps here is cuz they're teens who have little to no idea what they're doing. I'm also doing this to test my rap lyric skills /lh)

(The announcer is shown on her phone.)

"..huh? Oh—sorry." (She puts her phone away.) "Hah.. epic rap battles of—wait. Wrong series. Welcome to the first ever Spooky Rap Battle Tournament! Or.. something like that. Our first contestors for this round will be.. Susie—"

(Susie stands there, glancing around nervously.)

"Vs—Royyyyyyy!"

(Roy stands there with a somewhat bored expression on his face, but also looks a bit cocky.)

"..why are we making two teenagers rap battle again? Eh, whatever. This is what people asked for. Begin!"

Roy: (Turn 1)

"Hey, ha—how does it feel?

Y'know, being the older sister of a kid and daughter of your parents who probably aren't even real

I mean—they're not even around—your only caregivers an old man! Probably so ancient he's been here since time began

Y'know—I feel kinda bad for you, taking care of your brother all the time.

Your brothers so annoying it should be a crime!

Always breaking into your room and being a little piece of sh—uhh..

Yeah—if I were you, he'd already be done

But you always seem too busy having your own fun

You're into demons—but I don't think they're into someone like you

You're pissy already, and a total ass too

So why not give up? I'm gonna send you back crying

By the time I'm done with you next verse, you'll wish you'd be dying"

Announcer: "..uh.. great raps, Roy. Jesus, you suck."

Roy: "What?"

Announcer: "Nothing—uh—Susie. Your turn."

(Susie, now looking a bit more pissed, steps foward with a stern expression)

Susie: (Turn 1)

"Oh—come on, please. You can't even rap decently.

If you weren't about to be already, I'd say get on your knees.

You can't even rap compared to me—and I don't even like this kind of music.

You'll just be another stupid little asshole for me to kick!

And don't you see? Your gang is only in three

If anyone really liked you at all, you'd actually be seen as funny!

Really—is it that hard to see why nobody likes you? I'm telling you, it's true—

And if you don't believe me—I'll make you believe me through and through.

Even if it means I have to insult the rest of your stupid 'crew'."

Announcer, sarcastically: "..wow. Nice way to make things up on the spot, Susie. Anyway—Roy. Your tur—"

Roy: (Turn 2)

"Oh—you're asking for it now, aren't you? You wanna hear me spit?

Well it's about time that I let you know I'm sick of it! I'm done with it! I'm not dealing with your bullshit

And since you seem so keen on dissing me even with your own 'redeeming qualities'—

Allow me to tell you a little more about yourself and make you see!

You act like everyone else is a problem, you can't even draw anything besides basic sketches—and anytime your brother barely talks to you, you act like you're suddenly in the trenches!

You tell him to stay in the house and don't even let him go outside—but you can't even see with your own eyes

That he's like seven—you're just like that weird Kevin guy!

And even with knowing that he has a habit of going out, you get mad knowing he probably wouldn't listen to you!

Jeez—maybe it's better I keep beating him up! At least until you get a clue—"

Announcer: "Uhhh—"

Susie: (Turn 2)

"Oh—you're gonna bring that up now? Take a look at yourself!

With how rabid you are, they need to lock you in some kind of cell

At least I actually have a skill! Far as I know, you don't even have one

Telling me I'm the brat when you beat up kids for fun

And to add onto that, I don't give a crap about you or what you might do—touch my brother again and I'll hit you with a bat!

I don't care what you're going through—I'll make you never wanna come back!

Your parents are already classist and think they're so much better than everyone

But I guess that's why they're your parents—the only thing you know how to do fun

Is poke fun at others who aren't 'superior' like you—least you would be superior if you didn't act like a total douche

You wanna act like you're any good at this? You wanna act like you can diss?! You wanna act like anyone respects you at all?

All you've made me is pissed, and when I fight you after this, I won't miss!

I'll let the whole world know when I drag you into Hell and let you get lit!"

Announcer:

"Okay, okay, little edgelords. I think that's enough." (Sighs) "Welll.. that was the round, everyone. Who do you think won? If either of them won at all. Jeez.."

[charlestrask]

alex g mclennon playlist now….

OK OK FINALLY

and the annotations which arent like. super informative but some vaguely chronological guidance and my thoughts on povs and such.

string: early john pov after meeting paul. particularly wrt johns feelings about jim and paul being too behaved and obedient towards him.

salt: also early john pov. im imagining in that tumultuous time post julias death as pauls managing to coax him back to the band.

cross the sea: either john or paul pov. vague early years and the exhilarating obsession with each other. "you see how i make you smile / you put your foot down and i run wild" especially them to me.

brite boy: early paul pov. similar to salt imagining the general feelings of paul in situations like trying to get back to john after julias death, but not necessarily that situation specifically. johns various down periods.

in my arms: more vague pre-beatles period john and paul. i dont have a lot specific to say on this one but the vibes.

harvey: we've entered fame period. ive gone back and forth on john or paul pov for this. i began thinking it was paul pov, john as harvey paul a bit more concerned about all the business of actually running the band. but now i think i prefer it as a john pov first of all "run my hands through his short black hair" but also the harvey verse im seeing johns idea that paul was somehow getting ahead of him, being better than him without even trying.

in love: touring fame years. no specific events just that period of time of truly being attached and solidly together.

near: THE JOHN AND PAUL OBSESSION SONG OF ALL TIME. all i want is to be near you you you you you you. for chronological playlist purposes this is touring years, imagining 65-66 but easily applicable to many many periods.

animals: ive kind of come to hate this song but thats another matter. "i get sick when i get stoned / everything we do, we do it alone". no specific pov here it can go both ways. either of them could be rosie. but im imagining this as late 65 as they're (especially john) entering heavier drug use

runner: PAUL POV ON JOHN. "i laugh when you say the wrong thing / mouthing off to everybody else but me / they hit you with the rolled up magazine / my runner, my runner, my man" NEED I SAY MORE.

so: we are entering post-touring years. john deep in the lsd kenwood depression.

break: paul dropping acid with john for the first time. "i think i'm feeling it now / just like you did" "taking hits for you / cause i wanna feel like im supposed to / i could disappear / if this is what makes me feel so real" "and i'm sick for you, baby / and it's never gonna go away" HEAD IN HANDS.

soaker: mostly john pov but one can imagine it both ways. imagining this 66-67 period where they were close but john was feeling that jealousy-depression around paul gallavanting around london while he's stuck in the suburbs. both so desperate to just be with each other all the time and yet! and yet. johns frustration over what he sees as paul not needing him as much.

proud: feel like i dont need to say much about this one. mostly john pov i think but that battling jealousy and utmost respect and love for paul.

black hair: black hair its swimming in my head black hair its bigger than death black hair dont leave me in the dirt black hair i'll show you what im worth ❤️❤️

people: yet another john in total acid stupor everyday alone in his big stupid house.

miracles: hard how to explain this one. still in 66-67. john pov. if you get it you get it.

walk away: YEP. late 67ish. you'll see. "someday i'm gonna walk away from you / not today, not today, not today / someday i'm gonna walk away from you (i don't want, i don't want, i don't want to)"

forever: paul pov on john post-brians death. "pull it together / we could love you / forever and ever" and then his taking over managerial duties after brians death because he feels like he has to, he needs to keep the band together or who knows what will happen now and the only way he knows how to do that is keep everybody working. "made up a game / no pain, no gain / until you break / make no mistake / i will pull it together / you can love me / forever and ever."

snot: we are entering india. john pov. beginning of him turning on paul. "i'm all in / and he's all out" this feeling of sinking lower and lower as paul seems to be continuing on like normal.

sugarhouse: still in india. paul pov. not sure how to explain this one it just makes sense to me.

brick: last india/the whole 68 business one. john pov of course. his uhh lets say very subjective idea of paul at the time. and whatever the hell happened there. but turning on paul and for some reason seeing him now as this manipulator.

mis: PAUL POV GET BACK SESSIONS. I DONT NEED TO SAY ANYTHING ELSE.

change: interchangeably paul and john during get back sessions. "you're in my dream last week / i'd like to hear what you think"

sugar: john pov. imagining this as his pov on paul in that odd interstitial period between get back sessions and the official breakup. "you will be a bird / all of my life" combined with the sound of the song itself is very.. very something.

bobby: ok this one is very specific. john pov bobby is paul but the "you" in the song is yoko. "i'd leave him for you / if you want me to" "i'd burn them for you / if you want me to" etc. this and mis are ones i feel very strongly about.

boy: a kind of vague john pov in 69-70. is the other person yoko or paul? you decide. interesting things to think about both ways.

hollow: both john pov 69-70 AND paul pov 69-70 bur different implications for both readings. heroin is there. johns general uhhhh..... lost-ness. paul decaying stagnant on the farm. "swallow this- / you made a big / mistake / go away" "i know him / i know how much / he wants / to stay"

powerful man: PAUL ON THAT FARM. attempting to be butch to heal 💔 "maybe he was out of line / but he was still a pretty close friend of mine / maybe he had hurt me bad / but a brother is a brother and that is that" "had a dream about a promised land / walkin' round with a big gun in my hand / and when i look you in the eye / you're gonna tell me that you love me and hold me tight"

station: still paul pov 69-70 on the farm. imagine truly the peak of that depressive period. i cant even pick any specific lyrics its all so much.

mission: paul vaguely 70s wings period. his just-keep-working ethic. "hey, look in the mirror / ain't gonna right your wrong / with a stupid love song" :) i like being on the nose

sorry: both john & paul pov in their more reconciling yet bittersweet parts of 72-80. "i look at you / and feel the same / could you forgive me / for that pain?" "i look at you / and feel the same / could you forgive me / for that?"

judge: PAUL POV. his whole feelings around johns behavior toward him in the 70s. all those very very very painful quotes of him questioning why john felt like that what did he do to hurt john. the whole hunter davies phone call "maybe i just hurt people by default".

forgive: johns late 70s love for paul but also paul post-johns death. "forgive yesterday / i choose today". AND THAT'S ALL FOLKS.

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

I don't wanna miss a thing

on ao3, Rated G - read it how you'd like, platonic or romantic rulie/peterpatterlina

Julie walks into the studio to the sound of Aerosmith blasting through the speakers. She laughs to herself, ever conflicted by the way her boys share her dad’s music taste but loving the nostalgia offered by dad rock.

What does surprise Julie is that the studio is nearly empty with Reggie hanging out alone sifting through a pile of CDs. He’s seldom the one seeking solitude, opting more often than not to hang out with Ray or Carlos inside. 

“What’d you find?” she asks, making him jump in surprise. Julie giggles as a blush makes its way up his face.

He looks down at the pile in front of him and then back up at her, “Found some unmarked CDs in the loft. Thought I’d see what was on ‘em.” He smiles before continuing, “Haven’t been disappointed yet.”

Julie laughs as she settles in next to him, “No, I don’t imagine so.”

She leans into Reggie and he wraps his arm around her shoulders while they listen in silence for a moment. 

“You probably know Aerosmith?” she asks as she tilts her head up to look at him.

“Of course, not this one though,” he replies, smiling down at her and planting a kiss on her forehead. 

“I think you probably found Dad’s sappy collection. He made these CDs for Mami all the time when we were little. Probably have a tape collection hiding somewhere too.”

Just then, the song changes and Reggie’s eyes light up. “I know this one!” he cheers as he jumps up, dislodging Julie from his side. “Dance with me?” he asks, extending his hand out to her.

Julie sits herself back up and sends him a confused look, “You know how to dance?”

“Yeah!” Reggie enthuses as if it should be obvious and then his voice softens, “Mom was a big fan of swing. Some of our good times were dancing in the kitchen together. The boys never let me throw them around though.”

Julie laughs, “I’d pay good money to see that.”

He curls his fingers at her impatiently, “C’mon, dance with me!”

Julie sighs and stands up, taking his hand and letting him lead her around the space. 

They carefully navigate around the furniture until Reggie gets frustrated and stops them to move the coffee table to the edge of the studio and takes her hand again. 

He’s a bit rusty and Julie has never swing danced before but she does alright at following his lead, letting him spin her around and dip her at his whimsy, giggling as he does so. They only run into each other and she only steps on his toes a handful of times.

“I want to bop with you baby, all night long I want to be-bop with you baby till the break of dawn I want to bop with you baby all night I want to bop with you baby all night long” Reggie sings as they dance, halfway out of breath due to how quickly they’re moving.

They slow down as the song ends and when it transitions into the next one, he pulls her close into his chest, slow dancing to the new songs.

“I don’t know this one,” Reggie whispers into her hair.

Julie smiles up at him, “I do.”

She starts to sing along as they circle the space, “I’ll be your crying shoulder I'll be love's suicide And I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life.”

“It’s beautiful,” he says, holding her close. 

Julie rests her head on his shoulder as she agrees, “Yeah. It is.”

They dance in silence for another verse and are interrupted when Luke poofs into the studio.

“Dancing without me?” he asks with a pout that they can hear.

Reggie and Julie both let out soft chuckles before opening their arms to him.

“Come dance with us,” Julie offers and he immediately settles in between them as they finish out the song.

“You should let Reggie dance with you,” Julie tells Luke as they pull apart.

Luke looks between them with wide eyes. “I’d love to dance with you, Reg,” he says.

“You’d swing dance with me?” Reggie asks, skepticism lacing his voice.

“I didn’t know I could,” Luke mutters and Reggie sighs. 

“I spent years trying to get you to dance with me.”

“Yeah, but…” Luke tries to explain as he gestures between himself and Reggie. 

“You deserve to be spun around and dipped too, Luke,” Julie smiles at him.

“What if he drops me?” Luke wonders, voice barely above a whisper.

“Then you fall,” Julie whispers back, placing Luke’s hand in Reggie’s. “You’ll survive.”

“Also, trust me,” Reggie adds with a grin of his own. 

Reggie is relieved when the next song is another quick one that they can swing to though it’s another he doesn’t recognize. It doesn’t take him long to find the beat and Julie’s enjoying watching the two of them twirl around the space. 

She muffles a laugh into her hand as Luke stumbles around, doing his best to keep the pace that Reggie’s setting.

Reggie decides to slow them to half time to get Luke used to the movement but also following. 

Julie can’t help but sway and sing along as they find their groove and Luke sends love stricken looks her way as she does. 

“I'm lookin' for a whole lot more Than a one night rodeo What can I do To prove to you I'm layin' it on the line I'll even get down on my knees.”

Reggie shakes Luke and gives him a pointed look when he gets his attention back, “If you pay attention, I’m less likely to drop you.”

“But Julie,” Luke whispers to him.

“I know. You can look at her after. I’m gonna dip you now.”

“Don’t drop me!” Luke exclaims and Reggie glares at him.

“Trust me,” Reggie utters out between clenched teeth before sending Luke out for another spin and then pulling him back and dipping him.

When he’s pulled back up to standing, Luke lets out the breath that he’d been holding. 

“Fun, right?” Julie asks as she appears at their side. 

Luke’s eyes are bright as he turns to her, a little bit breathless, “Yeah. We should do that more.” He reaches out for Reggie and puts his arm around his shoulders, pulling Reggie into his side. “Thanks, Reg. We should teach Alex and Willie.”

Julie’s eyes widen in excitement, “Yeah! We should. Good idea, Luke!”

Reggie’s face falls into a pout and Julie immediately notices. 

“What’s wrong?” she asks. 

“Odd numbers,” he explains.

“Oh. Well we can get Flynn. And Carrie. But that’s odd again. We can take turns! We’ll figure it out. There will be no Reggie-Wheeling on my watch! I promise,” Julie assures him and Reggie directs a small smile her way. 

“Thanks, Jules,” Reggie says as he pulls her between him and Luke and they wrap her into a hug, both planting kisses to the top of her head before smiling at each other over her. 

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For no particular reason, what’s a line/song that reminds you of your durgestarion ship? Both pre- and post-tadpole since I haven’t decided on said no-particular reason.

Hi Novae :) Very excited for that no-particular reason 👀👀

If Shayfer James is my top Durgetash music, then Nico Collins is the one for the angsty disaster that are Durgestarion. Hate me is one I listened to a lot while writing Unsaved, and a lot of verses work for them (obviously Astarion's POV)

Got both feet on the edge Are you gonna come and save me? I'll take one final step All you have to do is make me

Damn you always get your way Guess it's written in your nature You know everything to say Just as long as I'm in danger

I know that I'm stupid, I make a mistake And repeat it a million times But it's better to see your familiar face Even though it's been killing my mind

Or this line from I'm So Sorry;

You must live a fucking nightmare Awake and in your dreams Looking for someone to hold your misery

And while I don't want to get too into spoilers for their relationship post-tadpoles since I'm really excited to build it up, song GRRRLS is very nice for it, as well as pre-tadpoles

I am the latest colors, I sing the newest songs I read all the lyrics, so I can sing along I am the latest colors, I stand above my throne Waiting for an invite to never come along

More under cut because i dont wanna spam lol

Be nice to me by Front bottoms! works so well for both of them, especially post tadpoles!

What's it matter anymore? You believe the lies I tell There's no meaning to words But we still sing these songs well And we all left it alone I'm sure it will work itself out fine They are playing with your numbers And we are running out of time

You're a killer and I'm your best friend I think it's unfair, your situation You say I'm changing, Sorry I didn't know I had to stay the same Can we talk about this later? Your voice is driving me insane

I try to write you poems, but the words they don't make sense The hand tries to grip the pencil, but the fingers are too tense I try to show emotion, but my eyes won't seem to wet I'd love to tell you stories, but I can't remember how they went

Young minds by Rare Americans is one that's less negative!

I know I don't always treat you right I get fucked up to drown out, the noise inside I've felt alone my whole life

But don't give up on me Cuz I'll show you the man that I can be We're learning as we go Young minds, in a world, that we don't know Young minds with a long way to go

Another really nice one is anything from April to Death by Flower Face

I think I saw him slow-mo crashing on the interstate Think I saw him sleeping through a hurricane He's a violent man and his heart's decayed He's a liar, but I just can't stay away

This one is more just for Tadpoled Strike, but entire song Bordeline by Nico Collins

I'm in purgatory Middle of the story Pulling back and forth from surrender and glory All the pressure internally It could very well be the death of me

This is my favorite verse but it really is the whole song

But if I had to just chose one I'd go with "What's it matter anymore? You believe the lies I tell, There's no meaning to words, But we still sing these songs well" (Astarion) or "I try to show emotion, but my eyes won't seem to wet, I'd love to tell you stories, but I can't remember how they went" (Strike) or anything else from Be Nice to Me