#i made those casual outfits the fuck up don't look at me

[macncherries]

no one gets it. this is waht autism does to a mf. welcome to macncherries schizo-posting :(

[uravichii]

pov: you're drop-dead gorgeous (and they don't know how to deal with it)

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there's no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕

notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you're so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️

bakugo katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), "tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"

bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he's just mesmerized by the whole thing.

"katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we're gonna be late."

his only response is: "fuck off."

because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. "tch, you don't even need any of this shit."

"you don't like it, katsuki?" you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.

"h-hah?! i didn't say that!" he shoves it to your hand, "now do this glittery shit next!"

and you just ditch whatever plans you'd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he'll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn't know how he just let it happen but he's like, "whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n."

he then proceeds to tell you that, "every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness."

"forgive them for what?"

he stares blankly at you. "for breathing the same air as you."

bakugo katsuki's not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.

and of course, he captions it, "u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n."

shinsou hitoshi is convinced he's dating a model. he doesn't know how it happened, but he is a little proud of whatever the hell was in him that managed to rizz you up.

he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. so when you go clothes shopping together, he casually picks up all types of clothes from the racks until there's a whole pile of them in his arms.

when you shoot him a questioning look about it, he only says, "think you'll look amazing in these, babe."

he also picks up some accessories and just wears them on youー hats, sunglasses, hair pins, and you just let him because each time you let him accessorize you, he gives those little comments like, "amazing." "cute" "this one's tacky; i put it on you as a joke but you pull it off for some reason." "yes. slayed." he made you wear cat ears one time and he just melts right there, immediately taking a photo of you for his new lockscreen.

it bothers shinsou hitoshi a lot when people stare at you even when they can clearly see his hand on the small of your back. he'll slide closer to you and kiss the top of your head all the while he gives them a death stare he wishes he could do more.

he squeezes your waist a little to call your attention.

"hm? what's up, hitoshi?"

he looks at you blankly, taking in your features in awe as if for the first time again. then he stuffs your face into his chest, your legs staggering as you grab a hold of his forearms.

"hey, what are you doing?" you giggle in his chest. he's relieved you can't see his flushed cheeks. "hitoshiii"

"you're too good for this world, y/n. i need to start gatekeeping you."

what blows shinsou hitoshi's mind the most is how you're probably unaware of your effect on him, no matter how many times he's called you all synonyms of the word, 'beautiful'

he's sat on the couch, a tiny smile of adoration tugging on his lips when he sees you running up to him. your eyes brim with excitement as you call his name, truly the prettiest ones he's ever seen.

"something happened?ー" he pauses when you lean your face so close to his. he sinks back into the couch as the tips of ears start to turn red.

it takes a moment until he realizes that you're showing off the purple eyeshadow you had done on yourself, batting your eyelashes at him as you wait for his response bc right now he's just staring at you like 😦💘‼️‼️‼️

"it's the one you picked out from the mall yesterday. is it pretty?"

"y/n." his hands slowly find their way to your waist, "i don't believe you're real sometimes. you are possibly the most beautiful person i've ever seen."

"really?"

"god," he pulls you by the waist until you're sat on his lap, your legs straddling him. "you have no idea."

remember how bakugo said all those extras should be groveling at your feet and worshipping you? yeah, it's kaminari denki. he worships you.

he thinks you're beautiful and he's LOUD about it.

he's constantly bragging about you to his friends and showing off your photos (if you're comfy w/ that), "oh this? oh yeah, this is is y/n, the coolest, funniest, drop dead gorgeous, most ethereal person on earth and they're dating ME."

and bakugo would just grab his phone and knock it against his head with a thud 🤕, "WE FUCKING GET IT. NOW, SHUT UP, DUMBASS."

he'll rub his head while cackling, "whatever, i'm dating Y/N. who cares about anything if you're dating y/n?"

kaminari denki doesn't love you just for your beauty though. you're not just some eye candy to him. if someone ever called you one though, you bet he's zapping their ass and with the whole bakusquad by his side because somehow they feel obligated to protect you now too. 🧍‍♀️ (denki's effect)

and just as much as he compliments your beauty everyday, he never forgets to let you know how beautiful your heart is too. in fact, he calls you 'angel' because how could someone be this beautiful and be so kind and caring to him at the same time?

"sometimes.." he looks up pensively from his lap where you lay your head, "i feel like i've been blessed by the heavens when i got to date you.

"denkiー"

"don't even think i'm exaggerating, y/n!" he pokes your cheek when you turn your head to look at him, "you're amazing. i don't know what i did for you to give me a chance."

there are times though when a part of kaminari denki feels a little insecure because he thinks he looks quite stupid next to you, and it doesn't help either that the bakusquad never lets him hear the end of it 😔

"denki, you don't look stupid because you're next to me. you do that on your own."

"aww, thank yー hol' up." 🤨

he's pouting but you immediately wipe that off by apologizing and peppering his face with kisses, ending it with a loud smooch on his lips with a "mmmwah!"

kaminari denki now can't remember what you're even apologizing for in the first place.

you and todoroki shouto are so beautiful, the visuals are blinding 😩 you'd walk to your classroom together, him opening the door for you and you smiling at him, lovingly squeezing his arm as a silent 'thank you,' and people just stare with their mouths agape, not knowing who exactly to be jealous of.

shouto definitely stares the most though until it concerns midoriya, "t-todoroki-kun, you haven't moved in three minutes. are you okay?" because he might as well have drawn hearts on his eyes and stab an arrow to his heart with the way he looks at you.

todoroki shouto always kisses your eyes, nose, cheeks, hair, and your lips, of course, just to let you know how beautiful he thinks they are.

he thinks whatever you do or wear is so pretty, hence, the many, many photos of you on his phone. his lockscreen changes every 2 days because everyday he just gets a prettier shot of you, and he always shows them to you and to his friends and siblings ☹️ because everyone, including you, should appreciate what a beauty you are!

"this looks great! you'd make a great photographer, shouto" you lean in to kiss his cheek, immediately sending a flush across his face.

"well..." he looks to the ground, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his right cheek. "that's all you... you're beautiful. i don't know how it has anything to do with me, but thank you."

and then he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to silently ask for another kiss. you laugh softly at this, and when you cup his cheeks in your hands and start planting kisses all over his face the way he does to you, shouto confirms it in his mindー y/n is an angel.

todoroki shouto would get a little overboard with the photos though because he'll spam that button and keep every single one. when you ask why keep the blurry ones, he explains, "that's still a photo of you. why would i delete it?"

he also has a photo of his point of view from when he had his head on your lap. he said he wanted to capture "the happiest moment of his life." you convince yourself it's sweet but it's literally just a photo of your chin in a weird angle.

"shouto, that's just my chin."

he looks at you dead in the eye. "y/n, you have a lovely chin."

you call him a weirdo, which surprises him a little, but then you drape your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face again because who else in the world would say that to you?

[kleftiko]

❦ CAN’T GIVE IT TO ME

“your best friend has always been the person you turn to when times are tough. so when your shitty husband refuses to give you a baby, what else are you supposed to do?”

cw: infidelity, unprotected sex, cream pie, breeding kink, pussy eating, squirting

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

It was never a surprise when you made a stupid decision.

Sometimes, people thought you were purposely being an airhead, not paying attention, or being reckless in your life because Satoru was always there to fix things for you. It didn't stop him from letting you know his thoughts on your actions, but he was always there when you called.

When you married your husband, Satoru told you he didn't like him. Didn't think you married for a good reason, either.

Did you love your husband? Maybe. Maybe not. But you liked the freedom he gave you—credit cards and a house to yourself most days—while he was constantly away on business trips. You could spend your days spoiling your girlfriends on a shopping spree and your nights in expensive clubs.

You don't know when you began feeling lonely and bored, though. But one day, you started noticing mothers with their kids. playing in the park, shopping at the grocery store, and taking photos on vacation, and you began to think that maybe you wanted something else in life besides waking up hungover to an empty bed.

So when your husband got home that evening, tired and immediately pouring himself a drink, you proposed the idea. The look he gave you said it all, but he still told you no. He was a busy man; he didn't have time for a family, and you should know that.

It's not like he ever fucked you anyway; for most of your marriage, your orgasms and libido were taken care of by vibrators, dildos, and your best friend.

Which is why when your husband left the next day, you called over Satoru.

He never had to try to look good, showing up with a plain shirt, sweatpants, and those signature glasses. You, on the other hand, changed three times before he arrived, not being able to decide which outfit was going to help you get what you wanted. The formal dress was too much for daytime, the skirt was a bit too juvenile, and eventually you just decided on shorts and a tank top, loungewear that to anyone else would look like you were just having a day in, but the way the short fabric loosely covered your ass told a different story.

Satoru accepted the glass of red wine you offered when he walked in the door and took a seat at the kitchen table, spreading his legs casually as he took a sip.

"I want a baby." You told him straight up.

Satoru smiled as he looked at you over his glasses and said, "Nice. Congrats."

"With you," you clarified. He raised an eyebrow.

"Seems like something you should ask your husband," he said, nimble fingers playing with the neck of his wine. "I'm just here for the drinks."

You pouted, taking a seat in the chair beside him.

"Please, 'Toru?" you asked.

His eyes drifted down to your fingers as they trailed lightly over his thigh, knowing exactly what you were trying to do.

"And why would I help you?" He smiled lazily.

You got up and straddled his lap, setting down his glass of wine in favour of moving his arms around your body.

"You've helped me before." You whisper, and he nods casually, as if that was a good point.

You couldn't count the number of times Satoru let you use his fingers or sit on his face when you were needy. Or how many times you repaid him with your lips around his dick or riding his thigh. But no matter how many times he made you cum, he never gave in to your pleas to stretch your pussy on his thick cock. He refused to, as long as you were married. Was it right? Probably not, but Satoru had his rules.

And you've never minded the mind-numbing pleasure he would give you with his hands and mouth until now. Because now, what you wanted required something else of his that was previously off limits.

"I've helped you a lot of times, sweetheart." He sighed in defeat. "And you always ask for more."

You were confused, not understanding the meaning of his words until his fingers slid between your legs. With a soft gasp, you instinctively start grinding yourself onto his palm, forgetting what he was saying.

"I'm at your beck and call when you need my fingers or tongue," he said, letting you continue your ministrations. "And now you're asking me to fill your cunt and expect me to be okay with our kid calling your husband 'dad'?"

With a harsh press to your clit, you freeze, and a small whine escapes from your lips.

"You think that's fair, sweetheart?" He asked, eyeing you with contempt.

But instead of answering, you try to move your hips against his hand again for friction, only to get a harsh pinch to your thigh.

You yelped, but answered him. "No, it's not."

He seemed happy with your response and said, "What's in it for me?"

You furrowed your brows. In all the years you've known Satoru, he had never asked for anything in return; he always gives, gives, gives. There honestly wasn't any answer you could come up with. But when his long fingers started circling your heat again, making you melt, you asked.

"What do you want, 'Toru?"

He grinned at how easy you were and let you rest your head on his shoulder in response to his fingers. "Say you'll leave your husband, and I'll fill you up as much as you want."

You whined in response, but with your body rocking against his, breathing in his cologne, and hearing his husky voice in your ears, it didn't seem like a bad idea. So you nodded, light gasps dusting over his neck as you breathed out, "Okay."

Satoru's strong hands then left your pussy, but you didn't have a chance to complain when he grabbed the back of your thighs and stood up. When your head leaned back to look at him, you saw a dangerous look in his eyes.

"Good girl." His voice was low as he said, "Let's make you a mommy."

With that, he dropped you onto the table, the wine glasses shaking beside you as a result. Satoru dropped to his knees between your spread legs and reached for your shorts. Already wet with your slick, they stuck to your heat slightly as he slid them off, and you hissed at the feeling of the cool kitchen air against your pussy.

His breath grazed your thigh as he licked a harsh strip up your slit. Your body trembled as his tongue traced its way up, sending shivers of anticipation through your entire being. The dangerous look in his eyes intensified, fueling your desire for him. You couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself fully to his skilled touch. As his tongue continued its tantalizing journey, your moans grew louder, matching the rhythm of his movements. The intensity of him led you to grasp at his soft silver hair in an attempt to ground yourself, but he smacked your hand away.

"You're gonna feel everything I give you." His sunglasses were discarded, so you saw every emotion in his darkened eyes. "And you're gonna take it."

After you nodded quickly, Satoru wrapped his arms around your thighs, locking your cunt against his tongue as he devoured you. His careful mouth probed every inch of your sensitive folds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The way he smoothly flicked and sucked on your clit had you on the edge of ecstasy, unable to control the moans that escaped your lips. As his tongue delved deeper, you surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations, losing yourself in the intoxicating bliss he was giving you.

In an attempt to warn him, you could only stutter out an, "g-g'nna."

But Satoru seemed to understand as his lips attached themselves to your bud, and one of his arms freed your legs so he could thrust his fingers inside your sloppy cunt. The combination of his skilled tongue and the added penetration sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each thrust of his fingers matched the rhythm of his tongue, intensifying the pleasure and pushing you closer to the edge. As you reached the peak of ecstasy, your body convulsed uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the mind-blowing sensations he was delivering. You briefly understood your legs spamming as you painted Satoru's mouth with your cum.

It took a moment for you to calm down, your eyes opening to look at the ceiling as you realized your back was on the table. Unable to remember when you had laid down, let alone move your body on your own, Satoru pulled you to stand on your jelly legs.

His eyes held your gaze as he wiped his face and licked his lips clear of your cum. Before you could say anything, he gripped your hips, his wet hands sending shivers up your hot skin as he turned you around and pushed your stomach onto the table.

You looked over your shoulder at your best friend; his head was tilted back, eyes closed as he hissed in pleasure, the hand covered in your slick stroking his hard cock. The reminder of the fact that his dick was finally going to be inside you made you whine and wiggle your hips to gain his attention again.

Satoru looked down at you with a smile.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm right here." He lined himself up with your hole. "I'll fuck a baby into you," he whispered before slowly pushing himself inside you.

The sensation of him filling you up sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you moan and bend your back in response.

"T-'Toru..." You drawled, unable to think of anything else, as he stretched you open.

"That's it, baby, remember who's gonna breed this cunt for you." He hissed.

Your mind became consumed with the overwhelming pleasure as Satoru continued to thrust deeper into you. Every movement he made intensified the sensations, leaving you completely lost in the moment. The sounds of his grunts harmonizing with skin slapping against skin filled the room, adding to the urgency of the experience.

Your eyes locked on one of the wine glasses beside you. The table rocking with Satoru's harsh thrusts caused the silverware to fall over, staining the beautiful tablecloth beneath your face. You don't know why, but the physical reminder of how hard Satoru was going inside you made you moan. The combination of the sensory overload and the unexpected disruption heightened the raw passion between you and Satoru. As your moans echoed in the room, you realized that every element of this encounter was pushing you both towards an adrenaline-filled climax.

"Sa-Satoru—please!" You babbled incoherently as he slapped against you, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips.

"Fuck!" He groaned. "You're gonna look so hot pregnant with my baby."

Your pleas only fueled Satoru's desire, intensifying his thrusts as he whispered dirty promises about knocking you up in your ear. The intense connection between you both grew, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each moment, it became clear that this intimate encounter would forever be etched in not only your memory but also your life. And it turned you on so much more.

"You gonna great your husband today with your pussy filled with my cum?" You whined at his dirty talk. "S'it gonna drip down your legs when you tell him it's over?"

You don't know why, but the reminder of the fact that Satoru wasn't your husband was what did it for you. You came to the realization that it wasn't your husband fucking a baby into you, but your best friend. This forbidden affair intensified the pleasure and excitement coursing through your veins, causing you to clench impossibly tighter around Satoru's cock.

He groaned loudly at that, folding his body over yours as he reached his own orgasm.

"You're all mine now, sweetheart." He whispered into your ear as his cum shot into your cunt, filling you up better than you could've hoped for. The intensity of the moment left you breathless as you lay there, sweat clinging to your forehead as the scent of wine and sex filled your senses. You whimpered pathetically when Satoru slipped out of you and crouched down to watch the globs of his cum drip out of your pussy with each clench around nothing. Your trembling legs couldn't stop him when he scooped up the slick and pushed it back into you with a dissatisfied hum.

"Don't think it stuck, sweetheart." He sighed. "Might need to fill you again."

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: That one episode of teen titans where they all dress up as Robin + Tim being a gremlin about his legacy + Danny look alike/twin AU.

So there is that episode of Teen Titans where Starfire, Cyborg, Beast Boy and Raven all dress as Robin (Dick) while he's out and it's admitted that the outfit makes them feel cool. Imagine a young Tim hearing that story mentioned in passing by Dick while trying to manage what becomes Young Just-us. And then when Damain becomes Robin?? Gremlin mode activated.

Tim hosts regular 'Robin' Parties, where the idea is that you come in Robin colors, get a mask at the door and everyone gets to basically hang out in civilian clothes without the identity crises for those just getting started. "age appropriate" drinks, games, and good music are all staples. The parties become more frequent once Damian becomes Robin and he pointedly doesn't attend Tim's parties which... Neither of them are really happy about. Family is complicated, but finally, after a few years of cooling off, it's decided that Robin will actually host this years Robin party.

Meaning Tim shows up in casual clothes (MIT sweatshirt) and a mask, and Damian is actually dressed as Robin when the party is starting to get into the swing of things. The point of it is to make sure all the young heroes get to come and start to befriend each other, so there are a few people who show up and have to actually say that they're *insert alias* and this is met with basically "Dope, nice to meet you Robin" etc.

Insert Danny Twin AU (Or just look-alike fuckery) (for either brother but my brain is on Tim Twin au mode).

Danny decides to show up as his human self, grabs a mask at the door before coming in, and is slowly integrating himself into a conversation when someone grabs his arm- "Hey Red your brother is fighting with a newbie about meat products again-"

And Danny doesn't have a brother but my god has he heard this fight too many times with Sam and Tucker- He's going in and he's defusing this situation because he cannot handle the thought of this argument taking over his new friend group. He deals with it enough, okay?

Robin (like, the real one) looks at him curiously while Danny is talking down the other hero Robin (insert here), and the whole room notices when Robin doesn't take the opportunity to dismiss or belittle his older brother (Lmao because its danny). Damian cannot place his unease about Drake (again, Danny, who is not hiding his identity beyond a mask), and simply decides that this isn't worth the effort.

The party moves on but now instead of everyone calling themselves Robin, Danny is distinctly being called Red. It confuses him a bit, he didn't even know Red Robin was going to be at this party (he hasn't met the guy and doesn't know the lore), but he rolls with it because he's made fast friends with Robin (Bart), Robin (Cassie) and Robin (JON). The kid was full little bro energy and it made Danny laugh, he was so surprised when the real Robin joined them and fell into easy conversation with Robin (Jon).

Danny is playing games with a few others when someone goes to grab a broom to clean up- Turns out Red Robin and his boyfriend Kon had been making out in the closet for most of the party- and the whole room looks at Danny like he's tried to trick them. Tim is at first uneasy that so many people mistook him, but once he's in front of his dupe, puzzle pieces start to move around in his head.

"And who are you again, Robin?" Tim asks carefully, though he suspects he has his answer.

"Uh, Phantom, but you know, a lot of people were calling me Red tonight and I didn't get why until just now." Danny laughs nervously.

"Yeah I bet- Find me monday and we can see about a geneology test."

"That leaves us the whole weekend, to do what exactly? Fuck with people by pulling a parent trap style swap?"

"Nature vs. nuture and all but I don't know how you could be anything but my brother with a question like that." Tim grins and they get to scheming.

[thatonebabybat]

Being Masc & Goth

This blog usually isn't fashion-focused, but I was thinking about alt fashion and how it's sometimes a struggle to figure out how to style things in a masc way if you're interested in darkalt fashion, but you don't want to go too casual or basic with it. So I thought I'd throw together some tips, link some DIYs, and maybe throw in a few moodboards. I want to preface this with one thing: You do NOT have to adhere to traditional gender roles. Fuck anyone who tells you that you do. If you're a guy and you want to get into alt fashion don't let anyone tell you that you can't pull off a skirt or a dress or a strappy top. Literally the whole point of being alt is Doing Whatever The Hell You Want Forever. However, not everyone feels comfortable in that (I made this post because I'm transmasc and sometimes the long gothic dresses make me dysphoric), and not everyone is safe to do that ( as much as it sucks ass, if you live in a conservative area sometimes it can be genuinely dangerous for guys to wear makeup and dresses in public, and your safety should always come first), so I thought I'd lay out some tips on how to dress alt and masc from my own experience. I'm still learning so feel free to leave your own advice in the replies or reblogs! General Styling Tips: - Jackets. Jackets, jackets, jackets. Something about a big jacket always seems to give an outfit a more masc energy, and adding a cool jacket to an outfit can be a great way to elevate it and add some extra visual interest. I like black blazers, leather jackets, and black denim jackets in particular, but vests (formal menswear ones or more casual denim or leather ones) can work well too, especially in hot weather. - Any basic black pair of jeans will look 100x more alt if you loosely attach some chains to the pockets or belt loops. Also, pants with wider legs tend to look more masc than tighter fits. not sure why. Slacks can also be a really good and underrated option. - If you want to find good headwear, cool sunglasses have never failed me. You may be able to take some inspiration from Ouji fashion as well, but that's just my personal taste. - If you have a basic piece around, you can add pins, patches, safety pins, etc for a more casual look, or if you're going for something more formal, trims and lace details and embroidery can really add interest and elegance to it. (if you can't sew, you can order iron-on embroidered patches online or find them in craft stores that'll do the trick just fine.) This can take your pair of slacks or plain black blazer and turn it into a piece of formal gothic menswear you can make a staple of your wardrobe. - Find inspiration in your favorite goth artists. There's a lot of really cool goth music out there and a lot of those bands get really innovative with their looks! Figure out what you like about their style and try incorporating a few things in, it's fun! - If you have an alt wardrobe already but it just seems like something's missing or it could use some interest, try switching up the silhouettes or adding an extra layer! Seriously, don't be scared of playing with textures and sleeve shapes! I see a lot of dudes who just wear a band tee and a pair of jeans all the time, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that, that can be a great look! But I think a lot of dudes just genuinely think that that's their only option and that everything else just "wasn't made for them" and that makes me a little sad. shred up some shirts and layer them, wear some bell sleeves, throw some extra safety pins or studs on, have fun! No one said masc fashion couldn't be fun. Unisex/Masc DIY Videos I Found:

... And Some Inspiration!

[These are all goth music artists, I wrote the band/artist names in small text on the images that were not already watermarked for those who are curious]

[hannieehaee]

How would loser jk react to the oc giving him a boo/spooky basket? (A gift basket given in fall/halloween time with whatever the person likes with just more fall/halloween themed items if you didnt know!) This thought wouldn’t leave my head for some reason while i was reading the latest loser jk 😭

content: loser!jk, halloween stuff, some insecurities from jk, pure fluff, mentions of making out etc.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, (extra)

wc: 600

a/n: this was just a short little halloween themed drabble for my loser!jk couple. thank u for requesting and i hope u enjoyed!!

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"this is for me?"

your nod was far too giddy and excited. the poor boy was already in shock at your sudden gift, staring at you with those gigantic eyes as he looked at the basket you'd laid on his lap.

a shy smile took over his lips, bunny teeth biting onto the plush of his bottom lip to conceal a smile.

"i- what's the occasion?"

"it's halloween, bunny! it's a boo basket for my boyfriend!", you said happily, pressing a quick peck to his cheek.

he could no longer conceal his smile, you knew this. it was the word boyfriend. he always had a viscerally adorable reaction when you called him the b word.

and he looked specially adorable in his vampire costume.

well, maybe adorable wasn't the right word. but your nerdy little boyfriend looking hot was not a can of worms you wanted to open — because if you found him hot, that meant other girls would too, and that was a huge no-no (though maybe you should get that possessiveness checked).

for now, you appreciated the pretty boy sitting in front of you as he looked through the basket, eyes lighting up like a kid on christmas morning. his little 'oooh's and 'ah's as he went through the assortment of halloween themed gifts made your heart warm.

then suddenly he halted.

"what's wrong, baby?"

"i- i didnt get you anything," he pouted up at you, genuine worry in his eyes.

"that's okay, bunny-"

"no, god, i'm such a bad boyfriend. you're so nice to me and i- fuck, i'm sorry. i didn't realize halloween was a couples' holiday. ive never had a girlfriend before. i had no idea," he rambled on, looking genuinely remorseful at his lack of gift.

you couldn't help but pout at the poor boy. he worried too easily. it was adorable, but it also made your heart hurt a bit. the poor thing felt like he had to apologize over such a needless issue.

your only solution was to shut him up by sitting on his lap, moving the basket to the side before gifting him all your attention.

"c'mon, baby, you know i don't care about that. plus, i made this basket for the two of us. we have a cute lil matching costume," you gestured to your matching vampire outfits, "and now we have spooky snacks and fuzzy pumpkin socks so we can watch scary movies together. see? no harm, no foul," you traced at his cheek, biting your lip at the way in which he continued to get flustered at the attention despite it not being new in your relationship.

"okay," he sighed, "thank you for the gift," he repeated before giving you an innocent peck on your lips.

god. he was the cutest thing.

you got up from his lap then, taking note of the tiny frown on his face upon the newfound distance between you. extending your hand, you got him to stand up beside you. your hands went to pat at any wrinkles you'd left on his outfit by sitting on him, unable to help yourself in casual touches.

"now, come on. we have a halloween party to hit and some trick or treating to do. we can come back home and make out after that. i wanna smudge that lipstick," you grinned at him, booping at his nose as you eyed what would soon be a mess of red on his lips.

he nodded happily as he took your hand and allowed you to lead him out of the apartment, spooky basket in his other hand.

[threepandas]

Eve: Part 2

Prev: <-

He had clothes for me. And It would not have been so unsettling, had they been less... precise. Less flattering. Fit less perfectly. But they DID. A sundress, in a flattering cut. A lovely color for my skin tone. The sort of thing a man who wore only variations of the same outfits? Day in and day out? Definitely researched.

At least I had fucking underwear now.

Even if I still couldn't move under my own power, farther then an inch or so.

He didn't even have the decency to dress me like a doll. Fondly but with some detachment. A bit of distance I could cling too. No, I was the paralyzed toddler, to be cradled and cooed over as he manhandled me. Praises as though I DONE anything. Kisses pressed to bio-gel wet hair and skin.

Weren't I SUCH a good girl? Letting him do as he pleases. Unable to stop him. Weak as the newborn I was. Fuck. The echoes of pain still howled along my near weeping nerve endings. Begging for rest. For the finest pain medication cocktails money can buy. Anything.

Instead I got this.

Clingy hands and the near bitter cold of a lab.

A lab coat was pulled onto me next. It didn't match my little dress up outfit. But? At least it was WARM. Thank god. Already, the goo was making my clothes stick to me. Sucking away my heat. Leaving my... my EVERYTHING feeling gross and sticky. I wanted a shower. Not to be dressed up.

But I had a feeling I wouldn't be getting what I wanted.

"There we are~ All nice and covered up. We'll get you cleaned up soon, sweetheart. Daddy promises." The madman who held me hummed. His face tucked against my gel filthy hair as his hand rubbed up and down my limp arm, as though trying to draw warmth to it. A mockery of caring. This was possession. "Now let's get out of here, hmm?"

Scooped up like a princess, I felt more like a toy too be carted around.

I was carried, for the first time, from the lab that had been all I'd known.

I wish he'd left me there. Forgotten I even existed. Instead, I got to see firsthand, EXACTLY what he had done. And... and I knew... KNEW that none of those dead around me were innocent. They all had hand in atrocities, either directly or by compliance. Inaction. But.... but did they deserve this? Indiscriminate execution?

He didn't even glance down, as he strolled through the carnage he had made.

Too the elevators, where he casually kicked the corpse blocking the door, out of the way, before steeping inside. We rode in near silence. Just me, him, and the corpses of three security gaurds and a scientist. He was humming. Soft but pleased, as though the day had turned out surprisingly well.

He had to rest me on a hood, when we reached the carpark. So he could dig out his keys. I was swept up again. Though not carried far. Fancy. Good to know being a morally bankrupt, weirdly clingy, DEEPLY fucking cracked, mad scientist pays well... I guess...

Placed down on another hood while he...

Are you kidding me?

With a near skip in his step, I watch as my "father" strolls to the trunk of his car. Pops it open. Pulls out a FUCKING KIT. An honest to God duffle bag. Several unopened plastic carseat covers. How... how LONG has he been PLANNING this?!

Numbly, I watch as he preps his front seat for me. Both protecting the upholstery while somehow making an honest to God nest of comfort for his little passenger princess. There are layers. The motions look practiced. I... I feel like I'm in a fever dream.

He does realize I'm technically a science experiment, right?

We are... for lack of a better plot device, absconding in the night? He's not PICKING ME UP FROM THE HOSPITAL. He's kidnapping me! Stealing me!! What the ACTUAL FUCK?!

I don't ask. Know BETTER then to ask. I remember that much. You don't argue with crazy. You smile, nod, and quietly get the FUCK out of there at the first possible chance. Placate don't escalate. If the madman wants to play "happy family"? Suuuuuure, "Daddy". Of COURSE.

That's EXACTLY what'll do...

You know, right up until I can fucking RUN again.

Then peace out, bitchcakes. You can take your nuttypuffs and SHOVE IT. I am sore, cold, and YOU are the one who kept pumping me full of drugs! They HURT. A LOT. I know for a FACT the world's probably gonna end. In that weirdly symbolic anime way, where there's giant hands and faces or whatever, so? Screw you!

Noooooot that I SAY that.

Because, again, we do not provoke the crazy man with a gun.

And a PLAN apparently. Dooooon't LIKE that he has "A Plan". In fact, would Prefer Not. But I'm not getting what I want today. I'm getting lifted and put, like a precious if sickly child, into the little car nest he's made for me and tucked in. Watching as he rounds the car to slide protectors over his own seat as well.

Well... at least he's self AWARE of all the blood.

He starts the car. Turns on the heater, a few taps of the console screen has music beginning to play and my seat leaning back. He leans over to grab my seat belt, as though this were all perfectly normal, pressing a soft kiss to my temple as he gets me situated.

There are straight jackets less containing.

I am trapped. Bundled by blankets, wrapped and pressed in on all sides, pillows and fancy little comforts I never wanted or asked for. All to then be strapped down by a seat belt I can't even REACH.

Great.

Just... Great.

He leaves the car running. Keys hanging, tormenting me really, in the ignition. If only I could FUCKING MOVE. I watch as he gets out. Walks back towards the elevator. He seems to think we apparently have all the time in the world. And really, according to time on the console? We kinda fucking DO.

It's barely mid-day.

Not... not even lunch.

Somehow that makes it worse. It shouldn't. I know it shouldn't. Death and massacre can happen at any time. But... the fact that he so cheerfully killed each and every one of his co-workers? Massacred everyone in the fucking building but me? In broad daylight? Makes it... worse.

It feels like the sort of horror that should only happen during dark, moonless, nights. Someplace dark. Where you expect the wickedness of man against man, the inhumanity of so called civilized people. Not... daylight. Beneath the cheerful rays under which children play and people fall in love, life bustles around. It should be for LIVING.

It's a bias.

A naive thought.

Foolish of me to hold...

And yet? I still had it. Still found myself shocked. Guess I can be glad? That my innocence has not been COMPLETELY lost to this place. That there is still good in me. I seem to still assume the best of people, foolish as that is. How very dangerous.

My "father" is back. Wheeling boxes and boxes of hard drives. Lock boxes of things unknown. First the trunk, then the back seat. The car is stuffed. Every secret this place ever held it seemed. He's talking them. His grin has teeth. Is giddy and MEAN.

Looting the corpses of his enemies agrees with him, it seems.

The last trip is for his briefcase. A small pile of file folders. He's nearly dancing. Does a little twirl as he passes the front of the car, a slide to reach the door. Humming a showtime I don't recognize.

"Ah~ I've waited for this moment for YEARS~! Ha Ha!" Teeth flash and catch the low light of the carpark's emergency lighting, his eyes practically glow with a manic schadenfreude. "Oh my sweet Eve, you have NO idea how much I've been looking forward to the day I get to steal you away~ BURN this cesspit to the ground. And best of all? Finally get my hands on all this research! Put it to actual USE for once! No more filthy Adams. No more trying to fix the worthless and damned! Just us. Just Eden."

Well THATS not fucking ominou-...

Wait.

WHAT.

Eden. As in EDEN Eden? End game Eden? Super mega doom project Eden? Seemly perfect garden of bliss build upon horrors, that you think have to face Plot Relevant, "get one of several endings", Moral Quandary EDEN??? THAT ONE!? Oh, MOTHER FUCKER. Please tell me Crazy Daddy Pants isn't one of the Architects of the apocalypse.

I do NOT want to be ground zero for that. NOR in the Protagonist's way!

He buckles up. Pulls out of his spot. Casual as anything. The world is blinding, after a life spent inside. A depressing cyberpunk hellcity crowds the world around us. Somehow both choking the world of all color, even as it splashes itself with gaudy and neon like some sort of radioactive oil spill.

Clambering over each other like a bucket of crabs, dragging everyone else down as they claw at what's left of the sky.

A full city of Babel.

Yet? Even as I remember, lay witness, to this oh so familiar set dressing? Limp in my creator's car, as he drives. Smoothly navigating chaotic traffic worse then anything I could ever remember? My mind was faster then it had been. Processed information FASTER then I could ever have imagined.

I... I experienced time differently, I think.

It was... flexible? Slowing and speeding, depending on if I... not "concentrated"? But "payed attention"? I guess? Wanted to know. It felt almost like flexing something, yet there was no... flexing? Feeling? It was strange.

Yet...

Yet, with it...

I SAW.

A food cart. Owner sneaking a bedraggled man a few extra peice when he glanced away. Young parents, swinging their child between them. He is the center of their world. A first date. They are both widows, old grief still clings, but cautiously... they are ready to try again. There is SO MUCH. Lives and lives and LIVES.

The city is ugly, cruel, but the people are not.

They are not props in someone else's play.

The traffic dies off, as we get closer and closer to opulence. As brutalism shifts to a blend of art nouveau and art deco. Bits of greenery, kept like trophies to be displayed. I am somehow... unsurprised, when my creator pulls us into the garage of one of the more expensive but barren looking houses.

It is the sort of place that makes show room's seem warm.

Because, at least, show rooms TRY to mimic hospitality and warmth. A lived in quality. They, at least, SUGGEST that the dwelling they represent could one day be a home. This? This place hold no such illusions. This house would prefer itself to be a lab. Be left alone. The walls somehow radiating a disgust of you.

It is unbearably cold.

Scooped up again. The blankets have dried against my skin in places. So he merely takes them with, rather then (apparently) risk my poor hyper durable yet still sensitive skin. He's made me a living tank. Through agony after agony, day by day, yet NOW? Now I am treated like spun glass.

Carried into the house... and God, in the GARAGE was bad? This is somehow worse. I feel like tracking in a single speck of dirt would somehow get me treated to a summary execution. Literally. That nothing resides here but nutrient paste and room temperature, triple filtered water. A place where the color beige is treading dangerously close to being "too much".

Isn't this a form of torture? I'm pretty sure this was a form of torture, locking people in rooms designed like this.

Up the stairs, down a near barren hallway. The paintings probably came the house. They scream "generic and inoffensive". Where are we..? WHY are we going to the master bedroom? I do not WANT to be alone in a bedroom with you, my dude. Shit. FUCK!

I wriggle. I can twitch my feet a bit more now, but not by much.

"Shhhh, my perfection, I know. Being so filthy must be unbearable. But don't worry, Daddy's here. We're almost there." He croons at me, almost in the exact tone one uses to sooth a fussy toddler. I pray to God this isn't a sex thing. It's already weird, I don't know HOW weird I can tolerate before I snap. "Daddy's gonna get you all cleaned up, okay? Then you can take a nap while he pack everything to go. We're going on a little road trip to our new home. Growing girls need clean air and flowers, after all."

Oooooh fuck.

Fuck, he DOES plan to take me to Eden.

Ooooh ho hooo, I am gonna DIE die. Like... super mega death. Class A with sparkles Death. Eden is a seemingly utopian dream garden. A cottage core painting brought to life. Problem is? It's built on the back of endless suffering. Cruelty and blood, atrocity and hell itself made real.

You could like in heaven... so long as you ignored what it cost others.

Destroying Eden is what triggers the Apocalypse. Because it's BUILT INTO THE PLANET. Like a massive tumor. A parasite. Killing an already dying world even FASTER. But? Again. If you wanted to get YOURS and damn the rest? Beautiful beyond measure.

His bathroom is exactly the sort of rich person nonsense I expected from a house this size. Too much space. I get set down on a bench. Because THAT'S normal to just.. fucking have. How the hell does it not MOLD? No, wait, concentrate. I do NOT want this man bathing me! Yes, he's seen me naked. A lot. But that wasn't touching! No touchy!

He comes back with a pitcher.

And I discover that I am saved. Bio-gel is incredibly water soluble. He pours water over where the blankets stick to me to free me. Has removed his shoes and watch. Everything, really, that can't afford to get wet. I find out why? When he carries me straight into a walk in shower.

Fully dressed.

....at least he's respecting my boundaries?

Never VOICED them, though. So I have no idea what this is. Washing off the blood maybe? We don't stay long. Or, rather, I don't stay long. Just long enough to remove most of the gel. Then I am swept off to a fancy jacuzzi tub. Oooooh, bubbles. Warm water. Warm and comfy, massaging wat jet lined seat. Blergle....

I think my brain is melting out.

Waaaarm soup. Bubbles. Cook my muscles until I am noodle. Leave me, I wanna die here.

I am utterly blissed out. Boneless. No longer even TRYING to keep track of my surroundings. The indulgent chuckle from above me? Should probably worry about that. But on the OTHER hand... what if I just continued to doze off, here, in what is clearly heaven's water filled embrace? Hands gather my hair. Gently begin to work what smells like fancy shampoo into it.

Spa day?

My sleepy brain says it's probably spa day or something. This is nice~

By the time everything is done, my limbs are heavy and boneless. Relaxed. At least, I'm PRETTY sure that's why I can't move so good. Mmmm, sleepy. Warm now. I list to the side, only to be caught gently. The guy helping me, helps me change. Comfy new clothes. Hair ready for sleep. Even carries me to a big ol bed. Tucks me in. How nice...

I'm forgetting something...

Feels important. But I'm TIRED. I'll deal with it in the morning.

"Ah~ my perfect girl, I can't wait to give you EVERYTHING." Whispers a voice, like a confession, before a kiss is pressed to my temple. "You were made to be loved. Adored. The perfect child meant for a perfect world. I can not wait to finally bring you HOME. God's mistake was making Adam."

"All I need, is Eve."

[hearts4golbach]

Get the Angles Right!

chapter 6.

pairing:

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

proofread ish

warnings:

none

word count:

1.0k

you sat hunched over your desk as you worked on the detailed stitching of Johnnies second outfit. you were humming to yourself under your breath as one of your favorite albums played in the background.

for the past 2 and a half days, you had been working on Johnnies 4 outfits for the shoot that weekend. at the moment, you were adding the detail to a dark purple vest. it was inspired by the ones you would see Panic! at the Disco prancing around on stage wearing. you grew up watching those performances, you smiled to yourself as you thought.

you jumped as your phone began to vibrate on the table opposite of you. you got out of your chair, stretching your aching fingers. you stumbled over to your phone, trying to wake your feet up.

your heart skipped a beat whenever you read Johnnies name on the screen. you answered immediately. "hello?"

"hey, y/n." the smile was prominent through the tone of his voice. "something got cancelled this afternoon, so I'm free for the rest of the night."

"that's sick as fuck," you twirled your hair anxiously.

"can I bring over dinner and we can watch a movie or something?" on the other side of the phone, he was biting his lip anxiously.

"I'd love that!" you cleared your throat. "yeah, that'd be nice."

he laughed, "Okay. I'll see you in 30."

you hummed a response as he hung up the phone. you ran to the shower. you washed your whole body faster than anyone ever had. you threw on a little makeup, trying to hide the eyebags you had from staying up late. you eventually gave up, wiping it all off. you mentally scolded yourself for wasting makeup as you got dressed in a cute, but casual 'movie watching' outfit.

you adjusted the couch, refolding the scattered blankets and fluffing the pillows. you made sure the rest of your apartment looked decent.

there was a gentle knock on the door. "come in!" you called, brushing yourself off.

Johnnie creeped into the living room. he set a couple boxes of takeout on the coffee table. "I hope you like chinese food. Jake introduced me to this place a couple days ago. it was really good." he rambled before smiling at you.

your heart skipped a beat as you made eye contact. you smiled back before sitting down and patting the spot next to you.

Johnnie kicked off his boots and sat close to you. his knee was resting against yours. that little contact made you blush. you watched him out of the corner of your eye as you turned on the TV.

"please tell me you've watched Jennifer's Body." you commented absentmindedly. "it's always been my favorite movie."

"i've never seen it," he admitted, "i always get compared to that emo guy though."

you laughed. "i used to have the biggest crush on him when i was younger. does this work for the movie?"

"fuck yeah, let's watch it." he replied. he leaned forward and opened up the food.

rain patted against your window gently in the background. there was frequent lightning, which made you jump every single time. so much so, Johnnie wrapped his arm around you comfortingly. your stomach erupted with butterflies. you scooted closer to him, so close your thighs touched.

"wait what the fu-" Johnnie began to comment on the movie before a loud crash of lighting rang. every light, including your TV went out. "fuck."

"shit, the power went out." you sighed, "im sorry."

you glanced around the dark room. the cloudy outdoors didn't add much lighting. "what? don't be sorry."

"well, what can we do in the dark?" you asked, adjusting in your seat to face him. he shrugged. "truth or dare?" you joked.

"fuck it, sure." his response shocked you.

you laughed. "okay, truth or dare?" you felt stupid, but the smile on Johnnies face made that melt away.

he hummed. "truth."

"okay," you thought for a second. "what did you think about me when we first met?"

the blush on his face was so prominent you could see through the darkness. "i really liked your style, i still do. and i thought you were really pretty."

the room began to get hot. you laughed nervously. "thank you, Johnnie. that really means a lot."

he asked you truth or dare, but all you were thinking about was what his lips would feel like on yours. you cleared your throat. "truth, sorry for copying."

he shook his head. "now i get to ask the same question. what did you think of me when we first met?"

"i thought you were the most attractive person i've ever met," you laughed. "i still do. but, you offering your lighter is the nicest thing that has happened to me in ages."

he was clearly taken back by your honesty. "i-i think that about you, too."

you did your best to hide the huge smile on your face. you giggled, "truth or dare?"

"dare." he responded as the lights flickered back on, and jennifer's body resumed on the TV.

"that was quick." you got up off of the couch and stretched. you immediately missed Johnnies touch. you pullled a pack of cigarettes out of your jacket pocket. "want one?" you took one out and placed it in between your lips before passing the small box to Johnnie. you made sure to grab your lighter before stepping out onto the patio.

the strong smell of rain was calming to you. you watched as puddles began to form on the streets . Johnnie filed out behind you. you lit both cigarettes and spoke up. "i don't know why we've been getting so much rain recently."

johnnie hummed in response as he inhaled deeply. "the city is really pretty."

"i mean, if you look at it at the right angle." you joked.

he wrapped his arm around you, leaning into you. you cautiously laid your head on his shoulder. "there's a party we're going to sunday night, you wanna come?" Johnnie asked.

"uh, yes?" your voice was dripping with excitement. "i've never actually been to one. i mean, birthday parties and shit don't count."

he smiled, "me and Jake will pick you up? i'll let you know what time."

you nodded, "yeah."

[stellasvault]

If you don't mind, could I request Hobie with a musician s/o who is super sweet any time they're NOT on stage or performing, but then they get on stage and just fit so well into their stage personality of being absolutely borderline clinically insane? So much so that you can't really even call it a character they're putting on, it's just second nature to them.

[https://youtu.be/NauWxATQisQ?si=k5rGhK-RZ3BwkT9c // adding this to maybe give a more in depth idea of the unhinged act that I can't really put into words right- like the kind of personality of someone you'd want to put under a microscope and inspect, for lack of better wording]

ok so i gotta admit i had a little trouble with this one since the only musical background i have is being a violinist 😭, but i watched the video and i (think) have finally got it LMAO

“light switch”

pairings: hobie brown x gn!musician!reader

warnings: sfw, cursing, nothing else i think..

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“can’t you wait a while longer?” hobie asked, being his usual stubborn self.

you huffed. you were currently supposed to already be on stage, as there was a hopeful audience waiting for you behind the other side of the curtain.

hobies hands were on your hips, eager to have some more time with you. you loved your boyfriend, but your musical career was more important than a make-out session.

you motioned toward the curtain. “hobie, there’s people who paid good money to come, i’ll see you later, right?” you smiled up at him with a tinge of annoyance in your eyes, trying to warn him this was his last chance.

he put his hands up in surrender. “alrigh’, but i know you’re gonna start cursin’ out that audience, eh?” he chuckled before punching your shoulder softly.

you pursed your lips in disbelief before hobie walked away to get seated in the front of the crowd, his usual spot. he needed to see his favorite person up close, after all.

you patted down your outfit to make sure you looked at the very least presentable. not like it was a formal outfit, anyway. you were wearing a simple graphic tee with cargo pants, you weren’t the type to go all out.

you were pretty casual. very casual. so casual in fact, that there was no need for a grand entrance. you simply flapped the curtain open just enough so that you could face the stage and sit behind your crowd.

it’s not like you were a pop star, but you definitely had some big fans. so it was no surprise that when you appeared, the audience almost fainted. your ears were flooded with claps from dozens of hands and cheers from excited fans.

“alright, alright shut up..” you mumbled, not even bothering to look up at the anxious-for-action audience members. you noticed that what looked like some new people were shocked at your obvious annoyance.

you sighed before looking back up at the people covered in bright concert lights. “shit, let’s do this..” you sighed, “this beginning song is about how fucking mad i am at the people who work at the store and keep asking me if i need help.” you explained with almost no flavor in your voice.

you took in a deep breath, about to begin playing your piano and sing, but there was an interruption.

you didn’t take those very well.

“hey!! i work at the store! ever been to the 24/7 drug store ‘round here? makes more than you, i bet.” a man’s voice lifted from the crowd obnoxiously. the rest of the crowd ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ at his heckle, knowing what happened to the previous ones.

“why don’t you take all that money and shove it up your ass?”

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you could still hear the echos of the howls of laughter after you had made a comeback from the few hours before. you were now protected with hobie’s loving arms as they wrapped around you, your head on his slowly rising-and-falling chest. you were both sprawled on the bed, exhausted from the loud and bright night you had.

you remembered the look on hobie’s face when he saw you after the show ended.

“bloody hell, didn’t know my darling could be like that..” he said sarcastically, knowing he had seen you like this countless of times. his reaction to your jokes and comments were always priceless.

what made it better was that you were just the sweetest thing off stage. your friends all knew you as the kind one who never held grudges, never judged anyone, or treated everyone like your best friend. on stage, well.. you were just a bit different.

but, you did love your fans. especially your boyfriend.

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haha this one was definitely shorter than expected 😭

anon, if you want this to be rewritten PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!

reblogs, likes, & follows are appreciated so much!

thanks for reading!!

•🎧🎧🎧

[choke-me-joey]

38 with Joseph Quinn please. Maybe he got jealous of a guy younger than the reader flirting with them

I hope this came out okay!! Friends to lovers is just 🤌🤌 I couldn't resist writing it this way!!

38. Let me show you how a real man does it.

Joseph Quinn x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), jealous Joe, public sex (they do it in a private bathroom but yk), flatmate reader and Joe aren't in a relationship but there's ✨️feelings✨️, unprotected p in v, creampie, friends to lovers, the usual filth

Hoe-vember masterlist

You looked good, you know you looked good. You'd had eyes on you ever since you'd stepped out of the car with Joe and Wesley at the GQ event in London. Both Wesley and Joe looked impeccable in their black suits, and Joe had given you his card and told you to go shopping to find an outfit for tonight, and found an outfit you had indeed. Both of their jaws had dropped when you'd stepped out of your bedroom in the flat you shared with Joe.

The black dress hugged you in all the right places, the lace of the bodice sitting beautifully against your skin. It showed just enough cleavage to be sexy, but not too much, and all those squats you'd been doing in the gym certainly paid off, as your ass looked like a damn peach. Your hair and makeup were flawless, having gone for a sultry smoky eye and a dark red lip.

"Fucking hell, Y/N, haven't seen you look this good since our uni ball!" Wesley grins, and you flip him off, smiling. "Scrubs up well, doesn't she Joe?"

"Y-yeah, you look beautiful love," Joe looks you up and down, shooting you a sexy smirk and a wink once Wesley's back is turned. You roll your eyes playfully at him, checking him out once his back is also turned. It was no secret that you and Joe fancied each other, well to everyone else around you anyway. It drove your friendship group crazy whenever either one of you hooked up with someone else, because there'd be some serious tension, jealousy and moping on behalf of the one who wasn't getting laid.

You'd wept into your pillow when he'd bring random girls home and fuck them, making sure to stay in your room as late as possible the next morning so you didn't have to face them. He'd slammed doors and sulked around the flat when you would bring a guy home and fuck them. It was mutual pining at its finest. And now you'd decided you'd had enough. Either he was going to finally fuck you tonight, or you would do your best to move on.

So you'd gone all out, it was your first public event with Joe, so you wanted make a fucking good impression.

The two lads were sipping on whiskey in the kitchen as you slipped on your shoes and spritzed yourself with perfume (Joe's favourite perfume on you, he'd drunkenly confessed to you on a night out once and then gone on to say it was his favourite on others in an interview) and you feel his eyes on you. You look over, meeting his eyes as you dab perfume on your neck and wrists, smiling coyly.

Oh, you'd made a good impression alright.

When you had arrived at the event, Joe had offered you his hand to help you out of the car, before being swept away by his publicist and manager for interviews on the red carpet, leaving you and Wesley to mingle with the other commoners, as Wesley had so charmingly put it.

"Tonight going to be the night you finally shag him?" Wesley asks casually over the lip of his champagne glass he'd been handed as you'd both walked into the room to find your table.

"Depends if he finds someone else to shag." You shrug, absent mindedly checking name cards on the tables as you walked through them.

"Oh come on, Y/N, you know he's pining for you," Wesley rolls his eyes, pulling out your chair for you as you find your places, sadly not at Joe's table.

"That why he's balls deep in a random girl whenever he's home?"

"When was the last time he actually did that, mate? And I know for a fact he hasn't been shagging whilst he's been abroad."

You pause for a moment. It was actually a while since Joe had been home long enough to go out and pull. "And you have been remaining celibate as well, so Zara tells me."

"For fucks sake why is my sex life being blabbed about within our friendship group?!" You hiss and Wesley snickers.

"Because we all need you and Quinn to stop being idiots and get together, you're driving us insane!" Downing the rest of his drink, Wesley gestures to your now empty glass. "Refill? Our man of the year should be joining us soon."

"Yeah, sure, sure" you mumble, and off he disappears. You get your phone out of your bag, and are scrolling through Instagram when a voice asks.

"Is this seat taken?"

You look up at and are met with a vaguely familiar, young, handsome face. He's leaning on the chair, a smile gracing his lips.

"Um, no? Go right ahead." You smile back at him. He was cute, very cute and he shot you an award winning smile as he sat down.

"I'm Harry," he says, offering you his hand. You take it, shaking it.

"Y/N."

"Pretty name for a pretty girl," Harry says, making you roll your eyes and laugh.

"And how many times have you used that line?"

"Not as often as you'd think," he chuckles. "Why, is it working?"

You giggle, completely unashamed of your flirting with this total stranger. You don't even notice Wesley, now joined by Joe, coming back to the table with another drink for you as you and Harry are chatting away, you laughing at a joke he'd just made.

"Alright, Y/N?" Joe's mildly annoyed tone makes you turn around. Wesley is stood next to him, looking a little bit awkward. Joe's jaw is clenched as he looks at Harry sitting next to you, admittedly you had moved your chair a little closer to him

"Oh, hey! Joe, this is Harry, Harry this is-"

"Joe Quinn, right? Loved you in Stranger Things, mate."

"It's Joseph, actually." Joe replies with a bite to his voice, making Harry blink.

"Oh, er, sorry mate, I just thought cos she said it-um, right well I better head back to my table. It was nice meeting you." And with that he scampers off to his table somewhere else in the room. You sigh, looking up at Joe from your seat.

"Thanks, Joseph." You hiss at him. You slam down your glass on the table and grab your clutch bag. "I'm going to the loo, watch my drink."

"Nice one mate," you hear Wesley say sarcastically as you walk away.

You push through the crowds, navigating your way to the toilets, thankfully they were pretty well out of the way and not bloody cubicles. You let yourself into the vacant one, locking the door.

Jesus the bathroom was nicer than yours at home, you think as you touch up your powder and lipstick, giving your hair a bit of a scrunch to give it some more volume. A knock sounds at the door.

"Someone's in here!" You call out. Another knock. "Still in here!" Another, more forceful knock. You stamp over to the door, wrenching it open, ready to give the rude ass person on the other side absolute hell.

You were not expecting to be shoved back into the bathroom, and the door slammed shut behind said rude ass person.

And you were definitely not expecting the rude ass person to be Joe.

"Joe, what the fuck?!" You glare at him once more as he locks the door behind him.

"I could ask you the same thing." Joe says, quite calmly despite his chest heaving a little beneath his black suit. You give him a confused look. "Flirting with someone younger than you, really Y/N? I could hear your fucking giggles across the room."

"I wasn't flirting!" You definitely were. "He was just being nice!"

"So you push your tits together and up for every guy who's just being nice?" Joe scoffs. You echo him, rolling your eyes.

"Tell me you're jealous without telling me you're jealous, Joe." You challenge him, stepping forward. His eyes flick up and down you again, and you feel your skin warming under his gaze.

"Fine, I was jealous. I could see how he was fucking looking at you and I just wanted to deck him." Joe admits. "Been driving me crazy all fucking night, I can see everyone's eyes on you."

"And how exactly are they looking at me?" You goad, knowing you have him now. He grabs your hips and pulls you against him.

"Like they want to throw you down, rip this damn dress off and fuck you." His eyes are so dark they're almost black now as he backs you up against the sink. "Which is exactly what I wanted to do ever since I saw you tonight. Been wanting you for months, fucking years, Y/N, you drive me crazy."

"Then do it." You whisper, your mouth hovering inches apart. "Fuck me, Joe. I want you, always wanted you."

"Yeah, that why you're flirting with someone younger than you? Oh baby, let me show you how a real man does it."

You giggle as he lifts you onto the counter. "He was like 3 years younger than you, Joe."

"I bet I can still fuck you better." Joe grins and you grab his jacket, pulling him into a kiss. He moans softly as your lips meet. The first kiss is soft, and he pulls away. "You know I love you, yeah?"

"I know." You peck his lips. "I love you too. Now fuck me, man of the year." You reach down between you and palm at his cock through his trousers.

"Shit, shut up." He laughs, kissing you again, this time his tongue flicks along your lips asking for permission which you gladly grant him, moaning in appreciation as you taste whiskey, mint and a slight hint of smoke. A taste that is so Joe it makes your heart flutter. You continue to stroke his cock through his pants, squeezing occasionally. "Wanna bend you over, okay?"

"Fucking please." You nod eagerly, hopping off the counter and turning to face the mirror, sending him a smirk in your reflection. He pushes gently on your back, and you allow him to bend you over.

"Jesus, you look so good like this." Joe runs his hands over the curve of your hips and ass, before pulling your dress up. "Fucking hell, Y/N, no underwear?!"

"Didn't want a VPL, Quinn, would have ruined the look." You smirk over your shoulder, trying to conceal a moan as he slaps your ass. He raises an eyebrow at you in the mirror, a smirk on his face. "Shut up."

"Interesting." He says, undoing his trousers and shoving those and his black boxers down. "No time right now though."

You shudder as you feel him drag the hot head of his cock through your pussy lips, lubing himself up with your arousal. He leans over and kisses the shell of your ear. "This okay? Want me to get a condom?"

In response you push your ass back into him so his cock slips inside you, making him grunt out a breathy "fuck" that has you clenching around him. His cock slides into you with ease, the burning stretch of him filling you up had you moaning and clawing at the counter. "Fuck, Joe, so fucking big!"

He chuckles, gripping your hips as he starts to fuck into you, each bump of his cock head against your cervix sending tingles up and down your body.

"You feel so fucking good, babe" Joe sighs, locking eyes with you in the mirror. "Think you can cum for me? Wanna feel this perfect pussy cum on my cock."

"Joe..." You moan as he reaches round and strokes your clit, making your legs shake. "God, don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on it, love."

Joe's phone begins to ring in his jacket pocket and your eyes snap open, staring at him.

"Don't you dare." You warn him as he grabs it with his free hand.

"It's Wesley," he says, like that's a reasonable excuse for answering his phone in the middle of dicking you down. "Think you can be quiet?"

"Joe, don't you fucking-"

"Hey, mate," Joe grins as he answers the call, and you glare at him in the mirror. He doesn't stop moving his hips or his fingers though, and you can feel yourself getting close. "Nah, just stepped outside for a smoke with Y/N....yeah, she's fine-"

You purposefully clench your kegels on his cock, making him hiss and slam into you a bit harder. He shoots you a glare. "Yeah, mate, I'm alright just burned my finger on my cigarette....yeah we'll come find you in a min-minute....yeah bad signal....alright mate, bye." He hangs up, putting his phone down and thrusting into you quicker. "You little....you did that on purpose!"

"You answered your phone whilst fucking me!" You shot back. "Besides, I really didn't want Wes to hear me cum."

"Oh yeah, you're close aren't you? Can feel how much tighter you're getting, come on baby, let go for me." Joe coos, his cock hitting that spot over and over until the tension in your body snaps and you cum, long and loud for him, moaning his name and gushing over his cock. Joe shudders, his cock twitching inside you before shooting his load against your walls, his hips pumping weakly into you still. "Christ, Y/N, fuck...." He pulls out, admiring his cum dripping from you. You're still lying across the counter, panting as you catch his eye in the mirror. Ever the gentleman, he grabs some toilet paper and cleans you up, throwing it away and pulling your dress back down for you. "You good?"

"Pretty fucking good. You?" You say breathlessly, unable to stop smiling as you straighten up, turning to face him.

"Pretty much the same, although I'm kind of pissed we have to stay here instead of going home and doing more of that." He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, his hand resting on your cheek. "I'm sorry I was a dick, Y/N."

"I would apologise for my behaviour too, but it just got me some of the best sex I've ever had, ever, so I'm sorry but...not really." You look up at him with a cheeky grin. He laughs, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"The best sex you've ever had ever, hm? I bet I can top that. Just wait until we get home."

[inconsistent-kuroshitsuji-blog]

Hello. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask for headcanons about the kuro characters and their favourite video game genres/series? ^_^

Absolutely.

Kuro characters and their favourite video game genres/series

don't know why, but he looks like he'd enjoy simulator games

if Black Butler would've happened in the modern day (and someone would've taught this grandpa how to use technology) he would probably used these to learn the things he needs to know as a human

cooking simulator (or Cooking Mama), school simulator, anything that could be useful like that

definitely also enjoys slasher games

simply judging by the way he enjoyed that bloodbath on the Campania, he'd looooooove extremely violent games

idk, I don't know too many in that genre, but Dead by Daylight could be one of his faves

but nothing with guns. Those things are beneath him. He wants the real thrill of the kill

oh, please, as if he'd even know what that is

he doesn't even have time for this

imagine the hours wasted on lines of code and digital pixels

do you know that one game where it's basically like a VR job simulator with different kinds of jobs like cook or office or gas station? Instead of humans, the NPCs are robots that insult you at every given opportunity and set you up for failure. Yeah, he'd like that.

also, Powerwash Simulator

ok, stereotypical, but dress up games

especially Style Savvy (ngl, these games are way too good)

other than that, she seems like a casual enjoyer of Animal Crossing

except that she bullies all the ugly neighbours off of her island and hunts for very specific characters (so basically like me)

another obvious choice is Bayonetta

I mean, have you looked at her? Slashing her way through demons and angels while having chainsaws for arms and legs? The cunty outfits?

Let me tell you: Bayonetta and Grell? An iconic match made in heaven

I can't decide

either he's a die-hard Mario Kart player or a huge Sonic enthusiast (the older games, not the newer ones)

he probably doesn't have enough time to really play though, since he's either out working overtime or out partying

he doesn't seem like a shooter person

okay, this is coming out of me because of a huge lack of sleep (it's currently 1 am where I'm living), but why does he look like he would drunkenly play Fortnite or Roblox?

"You got games on your phone?" No, back the fuck up dude. You're an adult.

Why did I just write that? Inco, what's wrong with you?

this is very specific, but that one Coraline game for the Wii and the DS

he's definitely leaning more towards psychological horror games

American McGee's Alice and Alice: Madness Returns. You can't convince me otherwise

he's an unfairly skilled Mario Kart player, to the point that it almost seems like he's cheating (he's 100% cheating, just like when playing Uno)

on the other hand, he's a huuuuge sucker for Kirby games

doesn't matter what type or gimick, he loves it and has perfected it down to the last frame

but you'd never know unless he wanted you to know (and I know it because I am God and run on my last bar of my batterie and because he's officially and undeniably my husband, deal with it. Omfg, this is so fucking cringe, I'm gonna go shoot myself, I'll be right back.)

well, first of all, you need to explain everything to him because he couldn't even read the instructions on the screen (I'm 100% convinced that his eyesight is pure batshit and he's just cheating his way through the manga through some deus-ex-machina type of shit)

newsflash, but he loves horror games

I really see him with games like Resident Evil or Don't Starve Together

also, Undetale

you know, because of morals and choices and consequences and all that (surely not because of a skeleton with dry humour)

maybe it would help to show him a bathing simulator so this crusty man learns how to clean himself

is it too obvious and on the nose to say The Mortuary Assistant?

omg, look at him! My boy! Finally animated! I love him so much! My boy!

ahem, so anyway...

Trombone Champ

he'd play it on his loudest speakers just to annoy the hell out of everyone

also, you know those really cheap horror games you can find on Steam that are really terrible? He lives for those

idk why, but he seems like he'd enjoy Portal

and Assassin's Creed. Especially the first four mainline games

continueing with puzzle games, he really enjoys Professor Layton, no doubt

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That's it for now. It's almost 2 am and I have to help out at a sports event I only registered for to watch some random kids suffer in the heat. But now I have to wake up early for that... Oh, how ironically bitchy life is. And to top it all of I have to work the graveyard shift today. Coffee and energy will be my best friend today.

So, yeah, that's it for now. Or maybe not, maybe I'll pull an all-nighter simply so I can't oversleep. If you're up for a part 2 just slide into my requests and I'll see what I can do.

Until then~

Your Inconsistent Kuroshitsuji Blog~

[9800sblog]

Mingi ideal type thank you!

mingi tarot reading

ideal type - personality and appearance

do I have his energy permission to do and share this reading? 6 of cups, ace of cups

this is the longest one I've ever made but bare with me, mingi is my favorite person i pay attention to him the most, so I have more information memorized.

personality

the world reversed - mingi wants someone he can take care of, someone that has one or many issues in their daily life that he can help with. shy, messy, anxious, insecure, angry, he loves those things because he wanna be the one to "save" them, help them get on their feet with strength. he doesn't want someone that is too worldly, he wants someone that wouldn't mind staying inside a lot, someone that doesn't have as hectic of a schedule as he does, someone more anti social, that don't have many friends (he literally said that he preferred quiet, anti social, nerdy girls when he was in school, he doesn't want someone with a big personality).

4 of pentacles reversed - he's said he likes jealousy and here it is, he wants someone who is extra possessive of him. he also wants someone who is curious and open to his input in their life, who isn't so defensive and stuck in their way. he's also expressed his preference for being a provider, so his ideal type is maybe someone who earns less than him and probably a stay at home partner/parent. someone he doesn't need to touch or be around physically to feel their presence. someone that knows the appropriate times to be selfish or selfless, but specially altruistic when it comes to him. someone like him, who has many different interests but when they pick something, that's it for life.

7 of wands - loyal as fuck (like the anime your name, that level of loyalty), he's probably the type to tell you you can't have any guy friends or wear a certain outfit and he wants someone who will comply easily. someone who is desired and that he needs to be possessive over, but that will literally fight every person that likes them. someone that protects him over any and everything, that takes care of him no matter what. someone incredibly confident that can stand their ground, persevering, courageous, strong and capable.

8 of wands reversed - mingi is a very shy person when he's around someone he really likes (check him meeting jongkook vs any other celebrity, for example), he wants someone that won't give up on him even if he's too slow, too nervous, giving confusing/conflicting messages, someone who will understand and stick with him even if no one else does. shyness is a trait that's present in all of these cards, this time mystery is also coming through, someone he needs to win over with time, that only he understands, someone who makes him feel proud of himself when they open up and tell him stuff (if he has someone in mind, it might be someone who speaks a different language). again, he may not be interested in those who are too energetic and do a lot in their day, someone more introverted is more comfortable and fun for him. as an entp, his ideal type is definitely introverts. 8 of wands also signify anger, irritation, mingi is someone with very strong opinions, he may want someone who can share his frustrations and hatred over specific things, or at least who won't judge him.

appearance

my sister was listening to enchanted by taylor swift in the other room when I got to this part, mingi just wants love at first sight, someone enchanting, dreamy, magical, who will leave him starstruck and shocked, as if it's meant to be.

6 of cups - he loves height difference, he may think it's cute if they look innocent and younger. very delicate and feminine. tanned/golden skin. very natural, he prefers simple, comfortable styles, soft makeup or none, and no cosmetic procedures, like someone that doesn't live in the city, down to earth. very much like rory gilmore.

the star reversed - very much a casual style, very natural, probably someone that doesn't fit the beauty standard. someone that knows how it feels to be considered unattractive, someone that's had a glowup, someone with hidden beauty (can go from messy to superstar). mingi has expressed his concerns many times, it's not surprising if he wants he wouldn't feel pressured to look like a star for, someone who wouldn't make him feel like he needs to change to be beautiful. not flashy, more conservative (mingi has called out atinys wearing showy outfits in fanmeetings before), someone that covers up and doesn't wear many accessories (just check out his outfits when he isn't filming)

page of cups reversed - he honestly does not care, he's a hopeless romantic, he loves to have rose colored glasses, as long as it's his person, he would find them beautiful and sexy no matter WHAT. he is very innocent in this matter. however, he may like legs and a flowy hair, soft and girly aesthetic (spring, flowers and water is a consistent theme in these cards). he prefers someone who has a more serious look, he's said he liked the serious and quiet kid in the back of the room. a toned down, less creative, just a very casual and comfortable style (he dresses a lot in street style and even more in the original grunge, so he's probably attracted to that too).

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since mingi is obsessed with anime, I thought I'd show some characters that match because it's honestly very similar and he loves to base his aesthetic on things he's seen on tv

in his head, this is him and his person

taiga & ryuuji - toradora!

komi & tadano - komi can't communicate

ponyo & sosuke - ponyo

rory and jess - gilmore girls

I could not leave this show behind

[transmasc-tabris]

So just collecting my thoughts on DAV so far. Literally only a couple hours in at this point since life will not just Stop for a second.

Okay first off. Character Creator? Chef's kiss. God damn. Took me forever but I enjoyed it. Also haven't made a qunari character yet but I did take a look at some of the options and neither hair nor horns were as bad as I'd feared. There are options that aren't trash.

Glad I could give my first Inquisitor the glorious braid, broad shoulders and generally haunted look he deserves.

But also? What does -18% mean for height???? I don't know. I managed to make my Rook a little shorter than Neve after a few tries so it's all good.

Moving the camera with the mouse is still something I'm getting used to, but considering all the times I fucked up in DAI and ended up running around looking at the top of my character's head, I'm fine with this new way of doing things.

The new darkspawn design? Not as bad I thought it would be. Same with the new demon design.

Combat - Well they said it was going to feel like mass effect and it mostly does. Obviously like if you took out the guns but you know what I mean. I keep expecting that one death theme to play when my Rook goes down. Like with every bioware game I've played (besides DAI, actually) it's either a breeze or a death fest with little in between. That could be a skill issue on my part though. I do like the actiony feel and the way it seems to be leaning into the absurd athleticism for rogues.

Do wish I could turn off or tone down companion dialogue in combat though. Tone down most likely. I don't hate it (how could I hate supportive Harding??) it just happens too frequently in my opinion.

Love that running around and looting instead of fighting is now canonically on brand for my Rook. True lord of fortune moment. Speaking of - LoF casual outfit is growing on me.

Irelin is so pretty I could cry. So are a lot of others but she wowed me.

This could easily have to do with the fact that I'm playing it on nvidia geforce now but it does seem like the voices are a little bit... off from the characters? Like ahead of or behind their mouths moving our sounds like it's coming from a different place altogether. I dunno there's just something a little weird about the voices in general but that's a massive nitpick and not a huge deal.

Solas hates blood magic now? Wasn't he pretty neutral on it before? Then again, I'd lie in those circumstances too.

Still wish we'd had more than three world choices to choose from especially if characters from previous games are coming back, but at the very least they are making it easy for a new player or someone who hasn't played a da game since dai came out to just jump in.

Fuck the lighthouse is beautiful.

Pretty much all technical at this point since I've literally just met Bellara at this point. Oh Merrill you would have loved her.

[taeyongsfemdom]

| Paint My Body |

•couldn't think of a description for this but it's filthy and cute!

•contains: femdom/sub, titty-fucking (aw yeah shawty) subby taeyong tingz, fluff at the end.

•Hi Besties!! Welcome to the only fluffy fic I'll write on this page (kinda sorta.) This was bumping around in my brain for a good little minute and I think I kinda ate with this one. This fic was heavily inspired by SHALALA album pics where Taeyong is painting and doodling (love those pics btw)

•just a cute lil fluffy fic that I wanted to do for ya'll 💕 hope ya'll enjoy!

It was a beautiful fall morning as Taeyong was in his art room just painting away on a canvas since that was one of his favorite things to do outside of rehearsals and studio time. He always needed something to get away from the hectic world of being an idol, he couldn't be happier when you surprised him with his very own room to unleash his creativity. The door was wide open as you stood in the doorway watching the handsome man staring at the blank canvas, his hand kept pushing his hair back while rocking the most casual outfit to exist, which just a white shirt and blue jeans with his barefeet on the tarp.

"Knock, knock!"

"Goddess!"

"What are you up to in here?"

"Just trying to figure what to paint. I usually go with the flow of the brush but nothing is clicking"

You titled your head and looked at the canvas with him, your lips puckering up while trying to come up with an idea. It kinda shocked you on how Taeyong was having a block because it didn't happen often, a few drawings scattered across the walls made you smile. He was such an amazing artist and was blown away from his talent, an imaginary light bulb appeared over your head as you rested your hands on his broad shoulders.

"Y'know, what if you painted something that wasn't a boring white canvas?"

"Goddess, I don't wanna paint on the walls, I'm running out of room before going up to the celing"

You rolled your eyes at his response as you slid your hand to the tie of your black robe.

"No silly, not the walls! I'm talking about my body"

The robe slid off your body in one fluid motion, Taeyong's face started to turn a bright shade of red as he stared at you. Your body was absolutely perfect in his eyes, your big tits all the way down to your round pear shaped ass that he loved worshipping, your body was something that he dreamed about everyday. You winked at him as you threw your hair up in a thick bun and lying your naked body back on the tarp covered floor.

"Let me be your canvas, little rose"

The boy gulped and grabbed several paint buckets of different colors, opening each can carefully. The various colors that caught your eye was orange, yellow, blue etc. His hand was shaking before lightly drizzling the dark orange paint along your body. The paint had a slight chill to it and it caused you to arch your back off the floor and moan, this caused Taeyong to choke on his spit as he poured more colors on you, circling around you as paint got all over feet. His favorite color, which was pink, trickled over your full breasts as he watched you giggle from how the drops felt.

"How do I look so far?"

"Absolutely beautiful"

Taeyong stared at you with awe as you massaged your entire body, causing the paint to mix together a little bit. Your legs opening a little bit to reveal your pussy to tease him before closing them back together, you lifted your foot that had a fresh red pedicure done and rubbed it against the growing bulge in his pants, the blush getting deeper as he kept his eyes on your foot, a wicked laugh left your lips as he moaned lightly against your foot.

"Take those pants off"

He quickly unbuttoned his pants and let them fall into the paint covered the floor, his hands going behind his back as he kept his eyes glued to your foot. To his credit, Taeyong was blessed down there and you couldn't complain about it, You lifted yourself up and rubbed your hands over your paint covered tits as you pulled the boy over to you, you dragged your hands down his slim thighs which made him stiffen up.

"Since you've been such a good boy for me, I think you deserve a reward. I'll let you fuck my beautiful tits that you just can't stop staring at until you cum, okay honey?"

"Y..yes goddess!!!!"

You wrapped your tits around his sensitive cock, giving him the signal to start thrusting slowly in-between your tits. Your eyes looked deeply into his sweet chocolate ones, it was almost like you put a spell on him. The power that you had over this boy was mind boggling, it made you feel so good that you had your own personal toy to indulge in whenever you wanted, but it also awoke something else inside you.

"Tell me how amazing my tits are"

"O...ooh god! Goddess your tits are a..amazing, soft and so so pretty! Just like you"

"Why thank you! I can tell you're getting close, little rose."

Your hand tugged on his balls a little bit and that caused a little yelp to escape from that cute mouth.

"I..I'm gonna cum! P..please p..please let me paint your beautiful tits with cum please! I..I won't make a mess I swear!"

"Mmmmmm cum for me, sweetheart."

Very loud moans filled the room as Taeyong came all over tits, the load being quite large since you didn't let him cum for a few weeks. His little body lightly going limp from how hard the orgasm was, both of your hands wrapped around him again and pumped together slowly.

"G..goddess! N..no please!!! P..please! I'll cum again! I'm s..still sensitive! P..please please!"

"Mmmmm keep begging like that, it makes you sound so pathetic"

You ignored his please as more ropes of cum landed on your tits while you looked up to find tears sliding down his face from pleasure, you giggled and cooed at him as you let his paint covered cock go. His little body pressed against yours as you caught him in your arms, the both of you sat there cuddling in silence for a few minutes to let him rest.

"Thank you for my reward goddess. I really don't deserve your kindness. A..and um, thanks for letting me coat you in paint. You're a living work or art"

"Did that help clear the block in your brain?"

"I..it did!"

The both of you smiled at each other before he got up and tried to clean up some of the paint off of him before heading to the bathroom.

"I'm gonna start a bath for you, goddess! I'll add your favorite bubble bath and rose petals! Just the way you like it"

"Thank you honey, i"ll be there in a minute"

You watched Taeyong walk out of the room as your heart started feeling a bit funny, it started to feel warm and fuzzy and that was something you were not used it. You knew that you refused to fall in love since your breakup a few years ago, but your frozen heart started saying otherwise when you looked at the cancer boy who was living with you.

"What the hell is going on with me?"

End.

[mayajadewrites]

Almost - Levi Ackerman x Reader

Chapter 2 - Sushi Dreams

Summary: You and Levi hang out for the first time outside of the coffee shop.

Once you park your car in your driveway, it's 9:22. People just started their work day, school day, or day in general. You've experienced about a hundred people with several different attitudes and coffee orders, but only one mattered.

Medium black tea.

You peel off your clothes and turn your shower on, letting the warm water hit your skin. You wanted to take a nap, but the anxiety in your stomach is telling you that you will be up all day thinking about Levi.

Casual dating has been all you've been doing these days, rarely followed by genuine feelings. Levi has been a part of your day to day life for 6 months, even if it's only for 5 minutes. You've cherished those 5 minutes and have mentally begged for more.

Levi's attitude is what drew you in. He never caused any issues, his voice was stern with "fuck with me and watch what happens" attitude, which made you giggle. Your sarcasm bounces off of his so well that other people think you've been friends for years.

After your 'everything' shower (because... duh you're hanging out with Levi Ackerman) you put on a cozy outfit for the time being. A slouchy white sweater, leggings, and your favorite slippers.

You grabbed the book you purchased last week off of your dresser and sat at your chair, drifting into a whole different world through the words on the pages.

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

Your phone buzzed in your lap so you jolted awake, realizing you dozed off reading your book.

3:45 PM

Shit.

Glancing at your phone, you see an unknown number has texted you.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: You took too damn long to text me. I'm assuming you fell asleep, your eyes looked tired this morning. It's Levi.

How the hell did this man find your number?

He's the CEO of Ackerman Inc. Of course he found it.

You sigh and start typing, hoping he's not currently watching your text bubbles pop in and out because you don't know what to say.

You: I'll take that as you caring and not saying I looked like shit. I'm awake now.

Levi: Good morning. What time did you want to do dinner?

Dinner? You assumed you would be doing something casual like a walk in the park or something, but dinner?

You're not sure what you expected though - this is Levi Ackerman we're talking about.

Tapping the side of your phone, you look around your room, thinking of what the hell you're gonna wear to a dinner with Levi. You needed to give yourself time to get ready because lord knows you need it.

You: 6?

Levi: Send me your address. I'll be there at 6. You better be ready.

If this was anyone else, you would've text them saying you'll meet them there and you would probably show up 15 minutes late.

But you know Levi, and you know how punctual he is.

You sent him your address and threw your phone on your bed, frantically going through the clothes in your closet. You didn't want to seem like you were trying too hard, but you also didn't want to look like you just rolled out of bed either.

After pulling together an outfit (after 10 other ones) you finally felt satisfied with what you chose. A casual black bodycon dress that hugs your curves, a black long coat, floral black stockings, and chunky knee high black boots.

Your hair is in a half-up, half-down style with your front pieces framing your face. Makeup - simple. A little black winged eyeliner, glowy skin and a nude lip with a clear gloss on top.

After all, you were going out with Levi Ackerman, you needed to look the part.

You look down at your watch - 5:55 PM

Taking one last look at yourself in the mirror, grazing your hands over your curves, you feel your phone vibrate in your purse.

Levi: I'm outside. No rush since technically I'm early.

Deep breath.

You lock up your apartment and see a black Range Rover pulled up in front of you. The passenger window rolled down slowly and you saw a peek at his jet black hair, then his stone eyes.

When his eyes met yours, you felt your heart skip a beat. His face didn't change, but your cheeks flushed pink as you walked towards his car.

Levi got out of the drivers seat and walked to your door, opening it for you. His eyes scanned your body, every inch of it. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Levi." You take his hand as you get into the car, taking in everything about this moment.

His car was in immaculate condition. It was spotless and smelled amazing. No dust or trash anywhere, and you could see a small air freshener in the vent.

"You clean up nice." Levi spoke as he got in the car, putting his seatbelt on. He put one hand on the wheel and started turning it, putting his other hand on the back of your seat.

Ugh.

"Thank you. Where are we going?"

"My favorite restaurant on this side of town. It's quiet and the food comes out fast." Levi glanced at you, making sure his eyes went right back onto the road.

"Can I know what kind of food it is? What if I'm allergic?"

"Relax. We've talked about it before. Sushi."

You smiled thinking about how Levi remembered a small detail about your day-to-day interactions with him.

As you approached the sushi spot, you realized that this is one of the more upscale sushi restaurants in town. You could never afford to eat there, but you loved the pictures people would post on Instagram of their meals.

After Levi parked, you pushed your door handle to open it.

"Not a chance." Levi pulled your door closed, only to get out of his seat, walk to your door, and open it for you. "When you're with me you don't touch doors."

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"Mr. Ackerman, it's a pleasure to see you!" The hostess said, grabbing menus. "Oh and you brought a date!"

Levi nodded, pressing his hand to the small of your back to lead you in. "Yes. 2 please."

The hostess lead you to your table, small and secluded, just how you pictured it. Levi pulled your chair out for you and handed you a napkin.

You've never been treated like this on a date. Usually the guys you date want to either watch movies and "chill", or go to some fast food restaurant. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but it's the exact opposite of what you're experiencing right now.

Your eyes met Levi's, who were already on you. His eyes were half lidded (per usual) and his suit looked impeccable. Like he just got it from the dry cleaners.

"Date?" You smirk, flattening the napkin on your lap.

"We've known each other for 6 months, I think I know you enough to take you out on a date." Levi sipped his water, his eyes still on you.

"I didn't even know you saw me like that."

"Well did you think I just wanted to be your little regular?" Levi's tone changed. His eyebrow was raised but you couldn't help but stare at his lips.

"I don't know." You shrug, tapping your fingertips on your thigh. "You're not very easy to read, Levi."

"So I've been told." He nods, motioning the waiter to come over with his hand. "Can we get the classic sushi platter, please? Do you want any appetizers?" Levi looks to you, pointing at the menu.

"Um, edamame please." You close your menu, handing it to the waiter. "Thank you."

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You and Levi could talk for hours. You never ran out of things to talk about, and frankly you wanted to learn everything there is to know about him.

"How was your day today?" Levi asked you, popping a sushi roll in his mouth.

"It was good, I read a bit then fell asleep, as you know. How was yours?"

"The same as every other day." Levi sipped his water. "Reports, meetings, presentations, nothing new."

"At least tomorrow is Friday." You finished eating the last roll on your plate, pushing it away from you. "I'm stuffed."

"What did you think?"

"It was delicious. I've always wanted to come here." You look around the restaurant, in awe of the atmosphere.

Levi paid the check and helped you put on your coat. With heels on, you're about the same height as him. You notice he picked off a piece of lint off your shoulder, smoothing it out with his palm.

Levi said his goodbyes and ushered you to his car, making sure you got in safely. The ride back to your place was quiet, but a good type of quiet. You caught Levi glancing at you one too many times for it to be a mistake.

"Thank you so much for tonight." You smile, taking your seatbelt off. Levi opened the door for you and took your hand to help you out, taking one last look at you.

"Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow." Levi nodded, leaning his back against his car.

You didn't know if you expected him to try and kiss you, but you definitely wanted him to.

"See you." You turn around and walk up the steps to your apartment building, Levi staring as you as you lock the door. He waited until you got into your actual apartment door before getting into the drivers seat and driving off.

Was that a date? Are we friends? Are we going to date?

So many questions swirled through your mind.

Bzzzzz.

Levi: Sweet dreams.

You held your phone to your chest, butterflies erupting from your stomach.

You: Sweet sushi dreams, Levi.

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Swap Beyond the Crystalverse Chapter 10: SepticPirates

Co-written with @crystalninjaphoenix Read Swapboys | Read Crystal’s AUs

Other Multiverse Stories: SITCV | SATCV | GITHV

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Bro falls, and lands on a city street. But not a modern city street. It's clear from the cobbled streets and clothes the people are wearing. but it's not quite as medieval as Glasúil. The buildings are made of brown bricks with shingled roofs, and the people wandering around don't wear tunics, but instead frilly shirts and the occasional long coat. The sky above is the bright orange and pinks of sunset. The air smells salty. Nobody really looks at Bro as he appears, but he does get long looks for his strange outfit as he stands there. 

Bro blinks and brushes himself off, flushing a bit self consciously as the people looking at him. He takes it all in and whispers to himself, “… the fuck did we fall now…?”

CRASH! 

A window in the nearest building suddenly shatters as a person goes flying out. They quickly get to their feet. A man wearing a red bandanna around his head and a belt around his chest. "Oh, you be making a big mistake here!" He shouts back through the window. He grabs onto Bro's arm. "Come on, Chase, let's—Chase?!" The man does a double-take, looking at Bro. "What in the deep seas are you wearing?! When did you put that on?!"

Bro starts and jerks his arm back with wide eyes, “woah woah woah!! The fuck is happening?!”

"Wait... you got out really real fast, didn't you?" the man in the bandanna says, looking more and more confused. 

CRASH! Another window breaks as a second man gets thrown through it. And then a tri-cornered hat is tossed out after him. The man scrambles to his feet, putting the hat on his head. "Bunch of ass-bastards!" he curses. "Come on, Jackie, let's—Jackie?!" The man also does a comical double-take, staring at Bro. "What in the blue blazes?!" 

And he's staring for good reason, because Bro looks exactly like him.

Bro flounders for something to say. “Why the fuck did you crash through the window?!” Is what he finds himself saying. Then he jumps again as he stares at his other self. “…holy fuck… are you guys pirates?!” he gasps.

"Are you not?!" The man in the bandanna—Jackie—says. "Why are you in the Cove if you're not?!" 

"Must come from very far," the man in the hat—Chase—says. "What bright garb." 

"But he sounds like he's an Angle, or maybe an Éiran," Jackie insists. 

"Then explain the clothes! I've never seen anything like this in Anglice or Éire." Chase gestures at Bro's whole getup.

Bro holds up his hands, grinning nervously, “Oh right me immmm very very very far from here! Some place you all have never heard of- and some place where I thought pirates like- didn’t exist anymore! …so I guess we’re in the past again??” Bro muses to himself.

Chase and Jackie exchange looks. "Are you a friend of Chase's?" Jackie asks. "Or a relative, perhaps?" 

"I don't have any friends or relatives in strange places." Chase shakes his head. 

“Uhhh- not exactly a relative… I’mmmm kinda him like- exactly?” Bro says with an awkward grin.

"You're... me? But I'm me." Chase looks very confused about that.

"Must be pretty far if ye don't think pirates exist." Jackie grins and chuckles. "Well, what brings you to the Cove, then? Looking to join a crew? Because the Septic Eye has openings."

Bro blinks at the offer and laughs, “…you guys are being very casual about being thrown through a window. Doesn’t that like- hurt normal people?”

"Oh, trust me, it stings," Jackie says, brushing broken glass off his shirt sleeves. "But a brawl is nothing! Speaking of, Chase, what do you say we hand it back to those Dark Waves bastards?!" 

"Um—I think this man claiming to be me is a bit more important." 

"Aww." Jackie looks a bit disappointed.

“Oh well, I’m from…. Another world. Where I’m Chase but… not a pirate-“ Bro laughs, “Uh- it’s hard to explain- but um I’m Chase Brody… from the future I guess…??? Depends on how mythical this place is… or like- imagine if you grew up somewhere different and then met that other you? …that’s what I am! …I’m not sure that’s better ah fuck-“

"...no, I'm not heading where you're leading." Chase shakes his head. "But I'll take mystical as an explanation and leave it at that." 

“Yeah okay magic is usually the best explanation,” Bro laughs. 

"Still wondering what you're doing here, Chase Brody from the future," Jackie says. "Like I asked, you want to join a crew?"

Bro looks to Jackie and thinks, “Uhhhh well… me and my brother are looking for something… but god joining a pirate crew would be kickass… even if I’m sure I’m not cool with like- killing, pillaging and stealing-“ as he’s talking, he goes to hold the tracker- if they need to cross the ocean to find this thing… then this might be the best bet! The tracker says that the parts are out at sea, on a ship called the Antithesis. 

"What an unusual glass eye," Jackie says, leaning down to look at it. "Some witchcraft bob?" 

Bro blinks then grins. “Yeah basically! I don’t really get how it works but it shows me what I’m supposed to find.”

"I'll note that the Septic Eye doesn't pillage," Chase says, raising his hand. "We only steal from ships of nobility."

“Oh! Like Robin Hood!” Bro says excitedly, “I can dig that. Sayyy have you two ever heard of the ship Antithesis? cuz what I’m looking for seems to have fallen there.” 

The smiles immediately vanish from their faces. "Your eye told you that?" Jackie asks, suddenly serious. "Well... hang me, then." 

"Don't say that, Jackie," Chase mutters, tilting his hat back. "He's a tough-looking guy. Surely he can, uh... figure his way on and out of there."

Bro blinks comically in surprise. “…damn this boat really brought down the vibe…” he says, rubbing the back of his head. He then smiles sheepishly. “Oh yeah don’t worry about me- I’m.. kinda magic… I guess.”

"Hmm. That would explain your strange clothing... and why you look like me." Chase laughs. 

"If ye be going to find the Antithetis, you'll need to head out to sea," Jackie says. "Need help finding your way back to the docks? I know the Cove can be confusing for people who aren't here often. And I don't think me or Chase will be welcome back in that pub while those Dark Waves sailors are still in there."

“Well… you said you were lookin for crew for your ship, right? Maybe we could.. work something out together?” Bro offers sheepishly.

"Oh yes, that would be a real help!" Jackie grins and nods. "And you can ask Jays about the Antithesis. He knows the most about it." 

"This way, then." Chase points down the street. "Follow us." 

"Ha! The rest of the crew will have fits seeing you!" Jackie grins, and the two of them lead Bro down the street. 

Bro beams and stims a bit, “Brilliant! Oh Jackie is gonna be sooo jealous-“ He mutters to himself as he follows after the other two. Hopefully Alt isn’t too far away- 

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Alt lands—lands on the very edge of some sort of platform holy shit—!

For a moment, he wobbles back and forth... and then falls into water with a loud SPLASH!

Alt cries out as he lands, trying to keep his balance- then screeches as he splashes into the water. He breaks the surface and gasps, floundering to try to stay above it as he coughs water out of his mouth.

Squawk! "Man overboard! Man overboard!" 

A bird flies down and lands on the edge of the platform Alt fell off of—some wooden planks of some kind. It looks like a parrot, mostly green, but its head is blue and so are its wing feathers. "Man overboard!" 

"Man overboard?!" A human voice repeats from up above. "Hold on!" Looks like Alt has fallen right into the gap between a dock and a boat. A... large wooden boat. 

A sailing ship.

Alt treads water for a bit to try to get his bearings. It’s hard to glitch when he’s in water… not impossible but not pleasant. He jumps a bit at the squawk then finally looks up to take in the huge ship in front of him. “H-Holy shit…!”

A rope ladder unfolds, dropping down the side of the ship. A man leans over the edge, a man with a mustache. He waves at Alt, and points at the ladder. Then a second face, and a third, lean over the side as well. "Grab and climb!" one says.

Alt shakes himself out of his awe and blinks at the ladder. He swims up and then clumsily tries his best to climb, struggling at bit.

As soon as he gets close enough, the man with the mustache reaches down and helps pull him onto the deck of the ship. 

Alt hurriedly grabs onto the other man and falls to deck, heaving and trying to catch his breath. Alt looks up at the others and then he stares at them wide eyed. “I-I’m… okay… “ he breathes, then weakly pushes himself to his feet, taking the men in.

"Are you hurt?" One of the other men asks. He's wearing glasses, the type where they stay on by pinching the bridge of your nose. He's wearing a long, old-fashioned sort of blue coat. Next to him, the man in the mustache is wearing a frilly shirt and vest, and the third man is wearing a similar outfit, but with the addition of lots of handmade-looking jewelry... some of which include shells, and some of which include bones. Some beads are even braided into his shoulder-length hair. 

"Unusual outfit," comments the man with the jewelry. The man with the glasses rolls his eyes. 

"Yes, in contrast to your normal outfit," he drawls sarcastically.

“I… I could say the same for you all..” Alt mutters. He looks around, “um… where are we, exactly?” 

The man with the jewelry raises an eyebrow. "Did you hit your head on the way into the water?" 

Squawk! The bird from earlier flies towards the group, landing on the shoulder of the mustached man. "Cutlass Cove!" it says. "Cutlass Cove!" 

"As Sam said." The man with the glasses gestures at the bird. "You are in Cutlass Cove. Or, on the Septic Eye, which is docked at the Cove." The mustached man points off the edge of the boat. 

They are indeed docked at a town of some kind, a town that sits on the curve of a bay.

Alt jumps and glitches back from the bird, then hisses a bit, gripping at his arm. He stares at the bird wide eyed then at the scenery. “…holy shit…” he whispers, looking around.

The man with the glasses laughs a little. "What?" He glances at the other two. "That is unusual phrase." 

The man with the mustache raises his hands and... starts to sign. But it's slightly different than the BSL Alt knows. He can still understand it, but there's some guesswork involved. I don't think that's a phrase that exists. 

"Really? It is not some Anglish saying?" 

"Never heard it before--seems a bit blasphemous to the gods, to be honest," the man with jewelry says.

Alt blinks at the others and then smiles sheepishly, “Oh it’s uh… pretty common where… I’m from…”

A faint voice comes from the bag where Alt put his phone. "Welcome to UF-0628724SS," Anti says, his voice too quiet and muffled for the three men to hear. "I like to call it the water world. Cause that's what it mostly is." 

Alt startles a bit at Anti’s voice but relaxes quickly, glad he can still hear him. He snorts a bit at this then looks away from the cove, staring out at the sea. He stares in awe, walking towards the edge at looking out. “This is insane…” he laughs breathlessly.

"...not familiar with that word, either," the man with jewelry says. "En-sain." 

"I can understand from the reaction, though," the man with glasses says. "Grew up somewhere in the middle of land?" 

The man with the mustache nods. That would explain his clothes. 

“Kinda… I live near a beach now but… this is definitely different,” Alt says.

"Where are you from, stranger?" the man with jewelry says. "I'll bet Anglice or Éire from your voice. But I suppose you could be from any in that area." 

"Not Deutsreich, we do not dress like that back home," the man with glasses comments.

Alt turns back to look at the others and sighs, “Alright uh… guessing by how you all talk… this is gonna be hard to explain.” He then straightens up and says, “My name is Alt Brody and- I’m from another world. One very very different from here.”

"Another... world?" The man with glasses repeats. 

"Did you sail off the edge of your last one and land in the water by our ship?" The man with the jewelry chuckles. 

“…yeah that’s pretty accurate actually-“ Alt says to the man with the jewelry. 

The man with the mustache frowns. He looks at the others. Did you hear his surname? 

"No, I did. But the part about the world seemed more urgent." The man in jewelry says.

The man with the glasses reached up, adjusting them. "Well, ah... I am Henrik von Schneeplestein, I am the ship's doctor. This is Jameson Jackson, he is the purser, and Marvin MacLoughlen, he is..." He trails off, gesturing vaguely. 

"I'm the witch." The man with jewelry--Marvin--stares at Alt as if expecting him to laugh or scoff at that.

Alt looks at Marvin and nods in understanding. “You certainly look the part… like a… a witch doctor I’ve seen in pirate- …boooks?” They clearly wouldn’t know what a movie is ah shit-

Marvin grins. "Well... that does make sense, doesn't it?" He turns to the side, making a little pose. "After all, I am also a pirate. We all are." 

"The Septic Eye is a pirate ship, and the Cove has been claimed by us as well," Henrik says. "You must really be from another world if you do not know that about the Cove." 

"Cutlass Cove!" squawks Sam the macaw. "Avast! Avast!" Jameson reaches into his pocket and holds out a little cracker for them, which they immediately start nibbling with their beak.

Alt’s jaw drops. “Nooo fucking way- are you… are you serious?! Pirates??” He glitches a bit in excitement, “that’s so fucking cool!” but quickly stops with a wince. Ugh he needs to dry off… he whispers a spell under his breath then presses a hand to his chest- and he’s suddenly dry again with a zip of green magic. “Oh- that’s much better…”

Henrik laughs. "Well—if you find the pirates' life exciting, then you are not with a nation's navy, clearly. Or the Armada." 

“Oh hell no- I get why pirates do the things they do.” Alt grins. 

Marvin's eyes light up. "A fellow witch, I see?!" he says, matching Alt's excitement. "What spell was that? It'll come in sure handy!"

Alt blinks at Marvin then smiles, “Oh! Uh… I can see if I can teach you! Being wet doesn’t really.. mesh well with my powers.”

"Well—bad luck that you arrived in this world, then," Marvin says. "It's mostly the sea. The land nations are small, some being just islands. Like Éire, that's where I'm from." 

"And it is where our friends Chase Brody and Jackie Menan are from, as well," Henrik adds. "And our Captain Jack." 

"Cap'n Jack!" Sam caws. 

Alt sighs, “I guess that figures…” He then smiles hearing at the others. “Oh you guys do know Chase-! I wonder if my brother appeared by him then…” he muses.

Your brother? JJ asks. 

"Oh, ah... do you know handsign, Alt?" Henrik asks.

“Imm… picking it up mostly-“ Alt says, rubbing his head. “But yeah in my world… Chase is my brother. We’re… technically people from this world too… if you know anyone called Anti… that’s me.” He sighs, pushing up his mask.

"Oh? How fascinating," Marvin says, grinning. He does look a bit... less than hinged, shall we say, but that's probably just the bone jewelry giving him a bad impression. 

"I have never met anyone called Anti," Henrik says. "Or Alt. Certainly not on our crew." 

Jameson shakes his head. 

Alt seems to relax a bit at what Henrik says. At least these guys won’t have a negative image of him. 

Speaking of the crew... now that Alt's really looking around, they're not alone on the deck. There's a woman at the helm, hands on the wheel. There are some men up in the masts. And there's a handful of people around the edges of the deck, tying ropes and scrubbing the deck.

Alt blinks and looks around, noticing the other members of the crew. “Oh damn- there’s… so many more people on here than I thought-“

Jameson laughs—an actual sound. They do tend to blend into the deck, don't they? 

"We were just settling down for the night," Marvin says. "We'll have to ask Jackie and Chase if you can stay on board, if that's what you want. If it's not, you'll have to find an inn on the shore. Plenty of those, though, don't worry your head." 

"Though you said you needed to find your brother?" Henrik recalls. "Another Chase Brody... how strange."

Alt notices that the sun is setting and nods. “Ah yeah… guess this will be a.. longer journey for us this time. Hopefully Chase is nearby… but we’re also looking for something pretty important.” He takes out his tracker- learning the location of the TRVLR piece is on the ship called the Antithesis. He hums and looks back at the others, “…according to this…. It’s on something called the Antithesis? Do you guys know of it?”

All three of the men stiffen in unison. Jameson goes pale as Henrik and Marvin both glance at him. "That is... a ship," Henrik says slowly. "A very... strange ship. Ah... you being a witch, you must know about magic. Have you heard of ghost ships before?"

Alt blinks. “I think so?” …he’s heard of them in a video game before. “But uh- go ahead and enlighten me?”

"They wander the seas, phantasmal ships with phantom crews," Marvin says in a low, spooky voice, like one would use for telling a ghost story. "Some are signs that your own ship will meet its doom soon. Some are simply strange visions. But some will actively attack, leaving damage from cannonballs but no cannonball fragments to find." 

"The Antithesis and its captain are among the most fearsome," Henrik says. "The ghostly sailors will board ships out at night, killing some crew and passengers and... taking... some captive." 

Jameson takes a step back. 

"No one knows how the Antithesis came to be," Marvin continues. "Some say the captain ran aground on purpose on a lunar eclipse, seeking the immortality of ghostliness. Some say the ship was sunk by the Iris Armada. The truth is completely unknown."

Alt’s eyes widen, “Woah…” He glances briefly at Jameson and looks concerned. “…that’s so interesting if it was just like a myth but… sounds like this is something me and Chase need to face now.” He sighs. “cool fun- I can… handle ghosts… probably..?”

"Well... you'll have to be careful," Marvin says. "Can't exactly shoot or stab a ghost." 

And you can't stay on there for too long, Jameson adds. Or... you won't be able to leave. 

"But witchcraft will sure be a good help." Marvin grins. 

“Oh… well that’s- good to know.” Alt smiles at Marvin. He then sighs and looks over near the cove again. “….guess I should start looking for my brother then-“

“Aye, of course,” Marvin says. “I could probably help with finding him—” 

“Ahoy!” calls a distant shout. 

Several of the crew members stop what they’re doing and rush to the bow of the ship. “Ahoy!” Many shout back. One turns around and says, “The mates ’re returning!” 

“Already?” Henrik says in surprise, leaning over the side of the ship. “I do hope the two of them didn’t get in a brawl again.”

In the distance, walking down the city streets, is a man in a red bandanna and two others.

Alt blinks and turn glitches to look towards the streets. He grins as he sees the familiar bright orange of Bro’s jacket. “Hey! There he is!” He laughs, “what good timing.” 

Bro sees the flash of green from the ship and starts to wave wildly towards it.

Jackie and Chase break into a run. "Oh, what's that?!" Jackie shouts in response to the green flash. "Some sort of witchcraft? Never seen the like! What's Marv working on now?" 

"Hmm... I don't think it's Marvin." Chase looks at Bro. "You know what's going on there?"

“Yeah! That’s my brother!” Bro grins. Since they’re running- and because he thinks it’ll be funny to see their faces- he kicks off the ground and bursts into the air sailing towards the ship.  

"What in the blue blazes?!" Chase gasps. 

"Fucking witch stuff!" Jackie shouts, surprised.

Soon enough, Bro is landing down next to Alt with a flourish. “Alt!! Isn’t this so cool?! Pirates!!!” He beams. 

Alt laughs and shakes his head- “I think you just gave everyone on the ship a heart attack bro-“

The whole crew does indeed seem to have had a collective heart attack. One of them reaches for a bell hanging from the side of a mast but another stops her. 

"H-how--excuse me?!" Henrik gapes at Bro. 

"Not a bird! Not a bird!" Sam squawks, and Jameson shakes his head slowly, as if agreeing with the macaw. 

"Amazing!" Marvin gasps, and suddenly grabs onto Bro's arm. "Oh, you're real!" 

Jameson grabs him and pulls him back. You can't just latch onto someone. 

"Ah, sorry."

Bro startles slightly then laughs, “Yeah I’m real! I’m Chase but you all can call me Bro! Nice to meet ya!” 

Alt laughs and rolls his eyes a bit. “Excuse my brother- he likes to show off.” 

“You’re one to talk.” Bro snickers.

Henrik nods. "Well... you do look much like Chase." 

"The spitting image, really," Marvin says. "Except for that leaping through the air." 

“Yeah kinda freaky, huh?” Bro chuckles.

Jameson leans over the side of the ship, looking at the dock. He turns back around and whistles. "Lower the gangplank!" Sam caws. 

The crew members spring into action, pulling out the gangplank and lowering it as directed so Jackie and Chase can come on board.

Once the crew starts to move Bro hurries over to the edge and waves down at them. “Ah sorry! Didn’t mean to leave you!!” 

"Excited to see your brother, huh?" Jackie laughs. "Alright, ye show-off, don't worry about it." 

Bro flushes a bit but grins sheepishly at Jackie and Chase.

"You both dress like that, huh?" Chase comments, looking at Alt. "Might need something new if you don't want all eyes on you." 

Alt looks at his outfit and hums, “…guess we do kinda stick out…” 

Jameson's eyes light up. I could help with that! 

Marvin laughs. "Excited?" 

Excited to give advice to people who will listen to my points on clothes for once instead of putting bones in their hair. "I don't put bones in my hair! Just beads."

“Yes! Oh I love when we get to wear costumes!” Bro stims eagerly. 

“I hate to admit it… but me too,” Alt laughs. “We’d appreciate the help, Jameson.”

Jameson grins. We'll have to go back into the city. There's a clothing shop right on the dock. He leans over, pointing it out. 

"Aye, you can tell by the blue columns out front," Jackie agrees. 

Anyone else want to follow? Jameson asks. 

"Well I want to know more about this other me," Chase says. "Might as well tag along for that." 

"How much rum did you and Jackie have?" Henrik asks. "They're not going to let you in if you wobble like idiots." 

"Not that much!" Chase says defensively. "We, uh... got in a... fight--" 

"Of course you did," Henrik sighs. 

"But we weren't hurt!"

“They both got thrown through a window,” Bro points out. Alt blinks in surprise and stares at Jackie and Chase.

"Hey!" Jackie says. 

"You brainless gulls." Henrik sighs. "Alright, where were you cut?" 

"We weren't!" Chase holds out his arms. "Look for yourselves!" 

"I will be!" Henrik immediately bursts into action, brushing Chase and Jackie down and checking their skin. 

"It wasn't our fault," Jackie grumbles. "Some crew from the Dark Waves were insulting to the captain."

Bro blinks, “…what’d they say?” 

“And what did you do back that got you thrown out a window? Seems like a pretty drastic reaction…” Alt mutters.

"They said that Captain Jack abandoned us!" Jackie growls. "He'd never! Not in a thousand years, in a thousand fathoms! I'd believe he sunk to the locker before I believed he left us!" 

"Maybe you should have said that instead of hitting the man square in the face," Chase says. 

"You got tossed out after me! What did you do?!" 

"...hit his friend in the face." 

Marvin laughs. Henrik rolls his eyes. "Well, you two seem fine, at least. You'll have bruises later but no cuts."

Alt blinks then grins, “Nice- sounds like those guys deserved it.” 

“…what happened to Captain Jack?” Bro asks quietly.

Chase shakes his head. "We don't know. Vanished right off the deck while we were not too far from Anglice. Nobody else on deck at the time saw anything, which is very strange." 

"He left all of his things behind!" Jackie says. "Even Sam!" 

Sam squawks. "Cap'n Jack! Hoist the colors!" 

"We can only guess there was witchcraft involved," Marvin says. "But I'm not sure how it was used."

Bro looks concerned, “…that’s so weird-“ 

“Hm… maybe I could help? I have some spellbooks with me… I could try to see if maybe there’s a trace of what took him still around..” Alt says.

Marvin snaps to attention. "Books of spells?! Yes, if you could find something in them, that would be a great help!" 

But I'm sure the shops will be closing soon, JJ says. How long will this take? We don't want to wait.

“…clothes first- I can do the spell stuff whenever!” Alt laughs. “Especially since if we’re hunting down a ghost ship… we’ll probably be here a bit.” 

“Woahhh a ghost ship?? Like in wind waker??” Bro asks, looking excited.

"Ah, so you told him what the Antithesis is, then?" Jackie asks. 

Marvin nods. "It'll be tough to find it, but maybe that glass eye of yours will make the search easier." 

"So we're going to help them, then?" Chase asks. 

"Of course!" Henrik chuckles. "Do you think we can resist a hunt for something valuable like that?" 

Jameson nods. I'll help out, too, of course. He clears his throat, then smiles. Well? Let's go get those clothes! I'll use my share for it, don't worry, you won't need to pay.

“…I would offer to help but uh- I don’t think we have the right kind of money,” Bro laughs timidly, “So… thanks that’s so nice. We’ll find a way to make it up to you!”

Don't concern yourself, we can get some more! Jameson says cheerfully. 

"Easy enough." Jackie grins mischievously. Chase laughs. "Alright. Down to the shop, then?" 

Down to the shop! Jameson hurries over to the gangplank, and Chase follows him. Sam the macaw does as well, flying overhead.

Alt and Bro shared glances then grin at each other and hurry after the others.

————

The clothing shop, identified with the blue columns as Jameson pointed out, is filled with all sorts of outfits. It's a real eclectic collection, a mismatch of patterns and colors. There are some fancier-looking dresses and coats, but most of it is more casual, better fitted for a life on the sea.

Alt and Bro look around at all the materials and patterns.

“Dudeee this is sick!” Bro grins excitedly. Alt chuckles and nods. 

 A woman walks out from a door at the back, wearing a long red outfit that's reminiscent of traditional Japanese clothing back on Earth. "Oh, Mr. Jackson, welcome back! And Mr. Brody as well. And--oh!" She hurries over to Bro and Alt. "So vibrant! What is this material?" 

The brothers both blink at Haru checking out their clothes. “Uh… cotton I think? Or… something synthetic- that’s why it’s shiny.” Bro tries to explain.

 "How beautiful," Haru coos.

"Ah, Bro, Alt, this is Haru Milton," Chase says. "She and her husband run this place."

“It’s nice to meet you,” Alt smiles shyly.

Haru backs away, looks between the two Brody brothers, and bows. "Nice to meet you too." 

They'll be sailing with our crew for a while and want something suitable, Jameson says. 

"Oh, of course, of course, a pleasure to help." She pulls a measuring tape out of her sleeve. "Though your clothes now are quite amazing. I have never seen anything like them. Do you mind measurements or would you prefer to go by sight?"

“Oh! This is so fancy-“ Bro giggles with glee. “I’m okay being measured.” 

"Fancy?" Chase laughs. "It is, isn't it? But the Miltons take their work seriously." 

“Um- I’d prefer sight,” Alt mutters, messing with his mask.

"Of course, of course." Haru nods and starts measuring Bro, starting with his chest and waist. "Mr. Jackson, please help your friend while I help Mr. Bro here." 

Jameson nods. He looks at Alt and smiles. You like layers, then? Here, I think these are close to your size. He walks over to a rack of coats.

Alt blinks and follows after Jameson. “Oh yeah layers would be good…” his eyes brighten at the sight of the jackets and he grins wide, starting to look through them.

Bro holds out his arms and stays very still for Haru. He laughs, “We don’t have anything like this back home! … or if we do I’ve never been!”

"Oh no, not back home where I'm from, either." Chase laughs. "Me and my family had about four sets of clothes each, and my son's clothes were mine when I was his age." His smile fades slightly. 

Not many space for clothes on a ship, either, so you have to be sure what you have fits, Jameson adds. 

Haru finishes up measuring. "Yes, I see. Over here, Mr. Bro. These should fit your form nicely." She gestures to a corner of the store.

“Oh you have a son?” Bro asks then furrows his eyebrows in concern. But, he’s distracted by Haru and he giggles at the name. “Ha- Mr. Bro…” as he goes to look over where she directs him.

Chase nods slowly. "Yes... I haven't... been home in a while, though. My wife, Stacia, she found out that the ship I was sailing on was a pirate ship, and she was... not happy. She told me to get out, and I... I want to return, but..." He sighs.

Bro winces and looks back at Chase, “Damn… that’s rough, buddy. But I’m sure you’ll be able to get back some day!”

Chase laughs. "I'm sure. But we are far from Éire right now, so it will be a while." He pauses. "The next time we sail nearby, I'll ask the others if I can go see them." 

You don't need to ask anyone, Jameson says. You're the first mate. You can do as you want. 

"Well it wouldn't be right to go off without telling the crew, would it?"

“Oh you’re first mate! …I forget what that means but it sounds important!” Bro laughs.

Chase laughs. "It means I'm second highest, right behind the captain. I'm not sure why Jack chose me, especially when Jackie and Henrik had been on the crew much longer than me--" 

Well, Henrik's a doctor, isn't he? Jameson says. 

"Jackie, though?" 

He's happy where he is. Jameson smiles. You do great, Chase, don't worry. He looks at Bro and Alt. Well? Found things you like? 

"I have a room in back to try the clothes," Haru offers.

Bro beams at his other self, “Yeah other me! I’m sure you’re awesome!” 

In the meantime Bro has piled a couple fabrics and things he likes in his arms, including a bright orange piece- close to the color of his jacket. He grins, “Heck yeah! I’m busting out all my movie knowledge lemne see how this looks!” 

Ah yes, orange must be a favorite color of yours, given the bandanna, Jameson says, chuckling. 

Bro beams and nods then rushes into the room to try stuff on. 

Alt has picked out a dark gray blue coat and is looking it over, smiling slightly. “Bet this will look cool-“

Oh yes, I'm sure it will! Jameson says excitedly. Try something green as well, to bring out the unusual coloring in your eyes. 

Alt blinks at Jameson then smiles and nods, “Alright! Something green…” Alt starts to look around and soon enough finds a teal-ish vest and a green sash. 

"Having fun?" Chase comments, smiling. 

I am! None of you ever listen to me! Jameson laughs.

Then Bro rushes back out, throwing out his arms to show off his look. “What do you think?!” He has an orange bandana wrapped around his head, a soft blue open collared shirt and a gray vest with blue stripes on the front. The vest and shirt are tied with a striped sash that’s yellow, white, gray and blue. He had tall brown boots on and brown braces on his arms and black and blue striped pants. He grins wide, giggling in excitement. 

"Oh!" Chase gasps, and laughs. "You look more dashing than I do!" He pushes his hat back. 

You'll fit right in! Jameson says, grinning. You have a good eye on you. Both of you. He nods at Alt. Make sure that fits. 

Alt grins at Bro and laughs. “Looking good dude!” 

“Thanks! Hurry and go try your stuff Alt!” Bro encourages. 

Alt flushes a bit then checks over his stuff- grabbing a grayish undershirt and pants and hurrying into the back.

"How many eights, Haru?" Chase asks. 

"No more than a handful, surely," Haru says. "Here, let me find the details." She goes around the counter, taking a ledger of some kind from beneath it. 

Jameson goes over there, too, taking a small bag out of a pocket.

Alt comes out after a bit, pulling on the long trench coat and adjusting his mask self consciously. Underneath the coat he has on a teal vest and that gray shirt- tied together with a thick green sash. He has dark blue pants and black boots. He smiles sheepishly. “Not nearly as flashy as Chase but… eh?”

"Not as flashy, but not everyone is flashy!" Chase looks over at Jameson. "Is that something like you'd say?" 

Jameson nods. Don't worry, Alt, it looks great on you.

 Alt smiles a bit more, playing with his necklace. “Thanks…” 

“You look good Alt!! Very nice!” Bro laughs, looping his arm around Alt. 

Alt glitches a bit in surprise then playfully shoves at Bro. 

Jameson takes some coins out of the bag and starts lining them up for Haru. Big, golden coins--very pirate-y. No, wait, they're not exactly coins. They're more octagonal in shape.

Bro then wanders over to Jameson and looks at the coins with wide eyes. “Woah! Pirate coins!! They’re so big-“

"Aye, the pieces of eight are the main form of coin in this part of the sea," Chase says. "Though it's not the only coin. There's... um... I don't actually know." 

Jameson laughs. Silver pieces are another popular coin, and pieces of jade as well. 

“Ohhh- neat!” Bro laughs. 

Haru takes the coins as payment. "I'll assume you just want to wear those out?"

Bro smiles at Haru, “if that’s okay, that’d be grand!” Then he blinks, “oh my other clothes-! Alt can you-?!” 

Alt walks over, stuffing their clothes into his backpack. “Way ahead of you-“

Chase laughs. "Glad that someone thinks ahead, because I also forgot." 

"Pleasure doing business with you," Haru says. "As always, Mr. Jackson." 

Jameson nods, and turns back to the others. Now, let's go back to that ship to try that witchcraft.

Alt zips up the backpack and nods with a smile. “for sure!” 

“Thanks Jameson!” Bro grins.

The group says goodbye to Haru and head back to the docks. The sky is darker now, becoming a dusky blue as the pinks and oranges of sunset started to fade. The Septic Eye's gangplank is still lowered, and there's some music coming from up on the deck. Cheerful accordion and fiddles, along with some singing. 

Chase laughs. "Sounds like they've cut loose while we were gone. I bet you an eight that Jackie started it." 

I'm not taking that, because you're probably right, Jameson says. 

"Pieces of eight!" Sam the macaw squawks from the edge of the ship.

Bro hears the music and starts to rush for the gangplank excitedly. “Ohhh!! They’re throwing a party!” Alt shakes his head and laughs.

The deck is filled with people, a circle of crew around the main mast playing instruments. The others are singing, clapping along to the beat, and some are even dancing. 

"Avast, Chase, Jays!" Jackie shouts, sitting up in the netting you'd use to climb up to a mast. "And our newcomers too!" The crew all shouts in greeting, a chorus of "Aye!"s and "Ahoy!"s and "Avast!"s.

“Aye!” Bro greets and raises his hand. He watches the circle with a big grin and looks up at Jackie. “You guys sure do know how to put on a show!” 

Once they’re close enough Alt glitches up and goes to sit on the edge of the wall of the ship, curiously watching the people playing the instruments and singing.

The crew shouts in surprise as Alt glitches, but they quickly shrug it off. Alt shrinks in as he surprises eveyone and hides his face in his mask. 

"Come on, join in!" Jackie shouts to Bro, laughing. "Ye'll learn the lyrics fast enough! And if you don't, just sounds are fine, too!" 

"You all are going to feel this tomorrow!" Henrik shouts from... somewhere. It's hard to see him through everyone else. 

Bro blinks and looks out before shrugging and then climbing up to sit next to Jackie on the rigging, “Maybe you can teach me!” 

"Maybe I can!" Jackie grins. "Alright, we're coming to a call and respond section! Repeat with me! And now we sail on the bright blue seas!" 

Bro grins back and follows Jackie’s lead, singing out loudly, “And now we sail on the bright blue seas!” 

"Looking for bounty for you and me!" Jackie continues, laughing. 

“Looking for bounty for you and meeee!” Bro sings with a flourish, finding himself giggling. 

"Fighting 'gainst monsters from the waves!" Jackie and half the crew sing. 

“Fighting ‘haunts monsters from the waves!” Bro calls in response with the other half. 

"The crew of the Eye will prove we're brave!" Jackie sings. 

Bro grins and repeats, “The crew of the Eye will prove we’re brave!” 

"And say 'aye aye aye!' Away!" Jackie shouts. 

“And say ‘aye aye aye!’ Away!” Bro shouts too, pumping a fist into the air. 

The whole crew cheers, and the sea shanty goes into an instrumental section, the musicians fiddling away. 

Bro cheers too and starts to clap along to the music. “Damn! This is a riot!” He grins at Jackie.

Meanwhile, Marvin hops up next to Alt. "Can you teach me to do that disappearing thing or is it just in your blood?"

Alt glitches a bit in surprise as Marvin joins him and then blinks at him, “Oh my glitching? It’s… blood… I think. It’s uh… complicated but- it’s kinda only something I can do really…” he says self-consciously, fiddling with his necklace.

"Ah." Marvin sighs. "Would've come in hand to appear and disappear like that." 

Alt chuckles, “It is very useful.” 

Marvin brightens up again though. "Nice coat, by the way! See you still have your bag as well. Your books of spells in there?"

Alt flushes a bit but lowers his mask to smile at Marvin. “Ah, thanks… and uh yup! Lemme see if I can still read it before it gets too dark…” he plops his bag in front of him and pulls out his normal spellbook, flipping through the pages. “Maybe… something with divination…? Or a tracking spell…” he mumbles to himself.

"Oh, you can use the lantern if the shadows get too deep," Marvin says, pointing around and indicating a bunch of lanterns hanging around. "My divining didn't work, myself, but maybe something about your powers will be different."

Alt nods and starts looking through his spells. He hums in thought, “…if your divining didn’t work I’m not sure mine will… my practical spells are still kinda… iffy. Maybe if I had something of his…”

"Do you think you could use Sam?" Marvin points at the bird as they perch on Jameson's shoulder. "If not, there's plenty of his things still in the captain's cabin."

Alt thinks, “Probably something that hasn’t been touched as much by other people… that way his like presence? isn’t muddled with someone else’s… if this even works… “

Marvin nods. "The cabin it is, then." He hops up. "Come on, I'll open the door for you." And he leads the way around the singing crew towards the stern of the boat--the back.

Alt hops down from the wall and follows after Marvin, still looking through his book as they walk. 

The captain's quarters is unlocked. Marvin pulls open the set of double doors, revealing a wooden room with a single set of glass windows. There's a bed in the corner, a wardrobe in another corner, a desk against one wall with a bunch of papers and some books, and a framed map on the wall that is most definitely not of Earth. Little bits of sea-based paraphernalia litter every surface.

Alt enters the room and looks away from his book, taking in all the details. He whistles at the sight of the map then runs his hand across the desk with the papers. Trying to see if there’s anything lingering here… any magic he can sense.

Marvin lights a few of the lanterns in the cabin as Alt looks around, turning the little keys at the bottom. Seems this world has gas lights, as opposed to the world of Glasuil, still with only candles and magic. 

Alt looks at Marvin turning on the lanterns with a bit of fascination before getting back on track. 

Alt can't really sense any magical signatures from a specific item. But there is a vague feeling of something... dark. Dusty and salty, like a turbulent sea. 

He tries to focus on that dark salty feeling, closing his eyes and clutching at his necklace, using the chaos star symbol to channel his magic- trying to see if he could divine… something. Thinking of how the Jacks in the other worlds looked could help maybe?

A moment passes. Marvin leans closer, watching him with interest. 

And then, a shadow forms. A flickering green figure. Alt can't discern many details, but he sees the figure take a hat off its head and hang it on the corner of the wardrobe—where a hat actually rests. And then another figure appears. It seems to walk through the wall from the side. The first figure spins around in shock, and the second one lunges, grabbing onto it before it can react. And then they both disappear.

Alt gasps as the vision forms and watches with wide eyes. “S-Someone attacked him… it must have been a… a ghost cuz it came through that wall-“ he points at where he saw it came from. “Then it grabbed Jack and just… disappeared.” He walks over to where Jack’s hat is and touches it lightly, frowning in concern.

"A ghost?" Marvin blinks. "Oh no. Don't tell me we'll be dealing with that ghost ship for more reason than one. The Antithesis has haunted these waters enough. That ship's captain is the only ghost who'd have a problem with Jack."

“…if the Antithesis’s captain had a problem with him then… that’s your best lead.” Alt says gravelly. “…why would the captain want Jack though? Enough to steal him away with no pomp or circumstance?”

Marvin shakes his head. "I'm not sure. No good reason. Maybe he'd want to make him into a ghost with the rest of his crew? Or maybe it's revenge for--" He stops. "Oh, I'm not sure I should share that. Not my business, really. You can ask Jays about it, see if he'll tell you."

“I hope he’s not a ghost now…” Alt mutters. He closes his spell book and walks back towards the door, raising an eyebrow at Marvin. “…sure- I’ll bring it up with him later.” He shrugs.

They leave the captain's cabin. Out on the main deck, people have broken off into smaller groups that are talking loudly while the band plays a different song. 

"Where did Chase go?" Marvin mutters. "We'll need to talk to him about what to do pursuing the Antithesis. He's the one in charge while the captain is gone."

Jackie is hanging upside down from the rigging and Henrik is shouting at him to be careful-- "I do not want to fix more head injuries!" 

Bro is trying to copy Jackie, giggling to himself and waving down at Henrik. “He’ll be fine bro, chill out!” 

Henrik throws his hands up in the air and curses in German--or, a language that sounds German. Given how they called English "Anglish" earlier, they probably have a different name for that language, too. Bro giggles more, reminded of how him and his Jackie push Dr. J’s buttons.

Alt sticks kinda close to Marvin, warily eyeing the crowd. It’s a bit more manageable now that it’s in smaller groups but- god there’s still so many people… “Oh yeah I heard he was the first mate… um-“ Alt tries to help look around for him. He sees his own Chase hanging from the rigging like a doof and rolls his eyes.

Chase is up on the deck with the helm, leaning back against the wall and holding a brown glass bottle, taking a swing. Jameson in here, too, with a bottle of his own. 

"Ah, Alt! Marvin. Care for some rum? This is fruity." 

"Remember to drink water, Chase, to help your headaches," Marvin says.

Alt blinks at the two of them, hesitates, then shrugs with a grin, “Ah sure what the hell?”

Chase hands the bottle out to him. It is, indeed, very fruity, more like a cocktail than straight rum. 

Alt tries some then blinks at it in surprise, “damn- this fucks.” He grins, taking another swig. 

Jameson laughs. Let's use that phrase in the future. This fucks.

"Alt just did some of his witchcraft in the captain's cabin," Marvin reports. "Says that a ghost might have taken him. Meaning we have another reason to find the Antithesis." 

Chase blinks. "Alright... and you're telling me?" 

You're the acting captain, Jameson says. "Ah, yes, of course." Chase leans back, pressing a hand to his head. "We'll stay in the Cove for the night, and then set off in the morning. I'll assume those glass eyes can give us a heading. Ghost ships are usually only found in fog or at night, so we might be at sea all day."

Alt listens to the others and then nods, “Yeah that sounds good to me. Our tracker… eyes- they can give us pretty specific info on where to look.” He smiles to himself as he hands the bottle back to Chase. “…not gonna lie- I’m actually kinda looking forward to sailing on a real ship like this.”

Chase takes a swig back. "A real ship? As opposed to a fake ship?" He laughs. "I suppose you don't sail much where you're from."

Alt laughs, “No not really- …my friends all got to a little bit back but I-“ He grips at his arm, trying to push back to unpleasant memories of that trip. “…I couldn’t join them.” He shakes his head and tries to smile, “But now I get to so- it’s all good. And it seems like Chase- my Chase- is already getting comfortable being on one again,” He laughs, gesturing towards Bro and Jackie.

Jameson turns to look at Bro and Jackie, frowning. I do hope they don't get hurt. 

"Well, the other Chase can fly, so I wouldn't worry about that," Marvin says. "He'll probably catch Jackie, too." Bro seems to slip for a second from the rigging but catches himself with a laugh. 

Chase smiles at Alt. "Sailing isn't for everyone, but the life can be... the sea can pull to you. The open ocean, the salt in the air..." He laughs a little and shakes his head fondly just thinking about it. "So. Will you two be sleeping on the ship tonight? We do have spare hammocks. Or if not, you can stay in the Cove."

Then, Bro parkours off the rigging and hops over to Alt and the others, “Sup lads! Oh hell yeah are we drinking?!” 

Alt laughs and rolls his eyes before looking back at Chase, “spare hammocks would be grand. We haven’t really had much chances to rest so- I’m afraid if we slept in an inn you’d all cast off without us!” 

“Oh yeah- I’m probably gonna sleep like a baby tonight-“ Bro laughs.

Chase laughs. "You want some? Jays, give him yours, Alt got mine." 

Jameson rolls his eyes but holds out the bottle to Bro. 

Bro eagerly takes it from Jameson and raises it up, “Cheers!” He takes a large swig then blinks down at the bottle. “…dude this fucks!” 

“That’s what I said!” Alt laughs. 

"We'd be sure to remember you I'm sure!" Marvin says. "After all, you'd provide the heading. We wouldn't know where to go if you weren't with us!" 

"Aye! Gus, Mona! Find some hammocks for our two new travelers!" Chase shouts. 

"Aye, mate!" a voice shouts back.

“Hey Marv, what’s a heading? S’that like directions?” Bro asks, taking another sip.

Marvin laughs. "Heading is the direction to point the boat! A course is how you'll get there, you need the heading to plot it out. Chase was our navigator before Jack made him the first mate. Now that's Jackie." 

Which is why he should always be careful not to hit his head, Jameson says, watching as Jackie slips in the rigging for a moment, his foot getting caught. He's going to give Henrik a conniption.

“Oooh okay! Cool! Learning new things!” Bro grins. He takes another sip before passing the bottle back to Jameson and backing up. “Heh- if Jackie is so important I’ll get back to keeping an eye on him then! Just in case~” he grins then hurries back to Jackie, climbing up the rigging a little more sloppily. 

“Oh boy…” Alt sighs.

Luckily, Jackie is just about to climb down and ends up meeting Bro halfway. "Other Chase, I was thinking, you'd be a great topman with your flying craft. Or a lookout. No need to climb all this!"

Bro blinks then grins wide, “Oh yeah! I think my Jackie tried that out last time! That’d be fun- it is fun to climb these too though~” he giggles. 

"Isn't it?! This is why I became a sailor!" Jackie laughs. "Saw them all climbing up the ropes from my windows and wondered what it would be like to do that out on the open ocean." 

“Ha! My Jackie was the same way when we first got on a boat,” Bro grins, “he took to the riggings like he was born to be a sailor!” 

"Someone remind your brother to drink water as well," Chase laughs. 

“I’m torn between letting him get drunk and regret it or trying to stop him,” Alt mutters.

"Well... if you'll think he'll be able to help us cast off in the morning if he weren't drunk, maybe try stopping him," Chase says. "Personally? The drink doesn't come out as much on the open sea, so I say why not take it while you can?"

Alt contemplates this then shrugs. “Chase burns through alcohol quick- and since we’ll be here for a bit-” He glitches over to grab the bottle from Chase before suddenly sitting on the wall behind him. “You’re right! Why not let loose?” He takes another big sip with a giggle. 

"Ayyyyy!" Chase laughs. "Let me get you your own rum, then! So you don't have to keep swiping mine." 

"Henrik better have those headache cures ready in the morning," Marvin says, grinning. Alt grins too. 

The night goes on, the sky darkening and filling with stars. Seems they're not the only ones partying, as there are a couple more ships in the dock lit up with strains of music. And some seems to be coming from the city on land as well. The people in this world really know how to celebrate, don't they? 

Bro and Alt get probably too into drinking- considering how good the rum tasted. Bro talks and laughs with the other boys and the crew- trying to dance and sing to the songs they’re playing or join in any games. Alt tries to see if there’s any instruments he might know how to play- but soon enough gets too drunk to really try.

Luckily, Jackie gets off the rigging before he gets too drunk, and there are a handful who stay away from the rum to keep an eye on things. Henrik is one of those, and Marvin stops fairly early before going to bed, but the rest of the crew goes on until they all eventually trickle off, down to the decks below. 

Jameson shows Alt and Bro where they set up extra hammocks for the two of them—right at the end of the rows, closest to the stairs into the next deck up. Then he heads off. Apparently intending to sleep in the purser's office instead of with everyone else. Henrik must have done the same with the doctor's office, and Marvin disappears to who knows where, but Chase and Jackie take to the hammocks with the rest of the crew.

True to his word, Bro seemed to burn off the alcohol fast but he stayed decently buzzed until they started heading below deck. But, that also meant he had to help Alt who was a giggling mess. The older brother helped get Alt into a hammock before smiling down at him and patting his hair. 

Alt usually isn’t that good at falling asleep around others- but it does seem their adventures have caught up to him as he slips into sleep. Bro climbs into the other hammock and sighs, feeling exhaustion pull him down too.