#if anyone anyone showed a lil faith in him or a lil love for him -- god forbid -- he'd go to the ends of the earth for them purely for that

[pierregazly]

the bookworm ꨄ george russell smau

george russell x bookworm/writer!reader

the one where george couldn't be prouder to call you his, even if it seems like the whole world hates you just for doing what you love... even if they don't know the whole truth.

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georgerussell63 enjoyed the time off! would never complain about spending time with my best friend, time to get back into things 💪🏎

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username gotta go check off 'george posts shirtless pics during off szn' on my bingo card

username gotta go check off 'yn cares more about her own hobby than her bf' on my bingo card

username girl you got issues with books? can't read?

alex_albon bad hair day? or are hats your new thing

yourusername tried to convince him to go with the bucket hat, but he claims 'all the kids are wearing caps babe'

username girlypop can't even enjoy a holiday with george without being focused on anything other than him??

username he's literally NECKING her in one of the photos?????? do you want her to koala hold him everywhere???

username future wdc russell george and his future writer wife frfr

username 1/2 of these things are probably true and we both know it's not the second lol

yourusername spoiling me always, my handsome handsome man 💗

georgerussell63 wouldn't have spent the last few weeks with anyone else (even if you kick me in your sleep nightly)

username do you think yourusername pictures george as the main male character in any of the books she reads???

username if i can picture him in fanfiction, im sure she pictures him in everything else???

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gisèlerosebooks first time being on any device since my trip with my favourite person ended. the love on collided continues to amaze me, and i'm so extremely honoured to continuously receive so much love from not only the reading community, but many of the formula 1 faithful as well. this is NOT the end of the journey, either. for now, let the formula 1 season begin... and maybe find me at a race or two? 🤭

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gisèlerosebooks oh and to my incredible, amazing, handsome boyfriend, thank you so much for always proofreading my formula 1 terminology and understanding. i promise i'll give you real credit one day.

username god adrien is so charles leclerc coded, he's all i could think about this entire book

lilymhe 🏎🫶🏻

username the fact i literally could've cared less about the lil zoom zoom cars before the dirty air series dropped and now im eager for the new season.... gisèle baby why u do this to me

username miss girl???? how are we supposed to find you at any races when we don't even know what you look like!!!

username jealous of gisèle's bf is!!! his gf is too talented for the world

username not throttled being the book to get me back into reading and now i'm blessed wth a second book??? mother is mothering real hard

username this is the type of book series i'd totally read at the track and imagine an f1 driver as my husband sry

username 10/10 book!!! dying!!!

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georgerussell63 wow we're so lucious and hot

yourusername luscious sweetie

georgerussell63 god i love having a hot, smart, book-writer gf. write a book about me and use that word

yourusername they're all already about you??? (handsome)

username you showed up to a race?????? shocking

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username omg!!!! where are you!!! dying to meet you omfg

username YOU WERE SERIOUS

georgerussell63 i saw u slip up and post this on the og account loser

georgerussell63 can i have my scooter back ya nerd

gisèlerosebooks no sorry </3 i own it now

georgerussell63 no creds in the books and now my scooter stolen???? you hate the british

gisèlerosebooks my pseudonym is an ODE to you PAL

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georgerussell63 a shame that this weekend didn't go the way we all wanted it to go, i know for a fact we'll be coming out on top soon! i also know yourusername or as most of you seem to prefer (for no valid reason at all) gisèlerosebooks is pretty deep in finishing book 3 and apparently this weekend was super influential??? go me (give me book creds)

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yourusername george!!! lmao!!!

yourusername a heads up next time??? maybe?!?

username 'for no valid reason at all' so SASSY oh boy

username everyone on twitter the other day calling yourusername a freeloader is soooo not doing well rn

lilymhe the secret's out!!!! (shocked, baffled, wild, can i get my books signed now)

username (G)isèle (R)ose... (G)eorge (R)ussell... dare i say... deliberately done

yourusername 🤭

username amazing race this weekend!!! can't wait to see you on top

username no one talking about book 3 almost being done??? or the fact george proofreads all her writing??? so cute

charles_leclerc so collided... is not about me?

georgerussell63 get lost mate

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georgerussell63 you think im a gentleman??? love you

yourusername the BIGGEST gentleman, i love you

username god this is so cute

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georgerussell63 that's my little freeloading, best-selling author and future wife!

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username someone come get this chronically online man rn!!

yourusername can i be your freeloader forever??? spending my own money sucks

georgerussell63 my money's your money always my little freeloader

alex_albon emphasis on the best-selling author and future wife part

georgerussell63 you're right mate

username re-reading dirty air and knowing fully the entire book series is about george makes me so happy omg

username proud to admit i loved yourusername before AND after she was revealed as everyone's fav author (and it's not just a hobby losers)

username george doesn't get book creds until he wins a race again :)

yourusername i love this stipulation!!! georgerussell63 thoughts?

georgerussell63 you hate the british.

i had SO much fun writing this!!! i picked george after going down a george rabbit hole again (of course), so i hope you all love it!! thanks for all the love always.

i'm not necessarily taking requests right now, but if you have suggestions please feel free to send them my way.

[finniestoncrane]

Gotta be honest with you, I need to hear every single Digger headcanon you have because they 2 you've shared are just so good.

General Headcanons

KTJL!Boomer Headcanons yippee!!! woohoo!!! someone wants to listen to my bullshit!! i am so happy to write down more of my headcanons by the way, but for anyone wanting any make sure to let me know what you want the 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: mentions of nsfw things, it's fuckin boomer so of course, there's a whole load of nsfw headcanons and i mention piss because duh

General Headcanons

this is a sort of universal belief i suppose but i do think he lives in his van and i will live and die by my faith. he likes having everything he needs with him at all times. he will spout some bullshit rhetoric about living a "buddhist" existence with few material goods. and he's half right in that he has two pairs of underwear, and a collection of empty (or maybe not completely empty) beer cans rattling around back there

he's passed out twice while getting tattoos and he will yell and scream and argue that it was because his blood sugar was super low and not because he's a total wuss

he smells amazing. not like... good, don't get me wrong i don't think he smells nice. BUT he smells fuckin great. he has a natural deep musk that just hits the receptors nicely, the kind of smell that's laden with all the right pheromones to engage your caveman brain and have you swooning over him

bad habits (which i count as a bonus tbh) include: picking things: ears, skin, nose, anything. drinking to excess and then never learning a single lesson. masking all of his emotions until he's certain you won't make fun of him for having feelings. pretending to hate people that he loves because he can't be seen getting hurt. leaving his clothes lying around and relying on the smell test to get him through the process of getting dressed. kissing you in the morning before he has brushed his teeth. having no concept of personal space: he will steal blankets, he will curl around you in bed, he will sit too close to you on the sofa, he will hang off your body, he will hug you from behind and not let go, he will stand beside you all the time. refusing to take things seriously until he really has no other option. bad temper, and then defusing the situation by kicking something

yes, he has great tits and strong arms, but in my heart of hearts i know his stomach is not flat and in my head he has the sweetest lil beer gut to ever exist. it gets worse once he's just finished eating or drinking, and he cradles it and makes jokes about it being a girl or a boy. and while they might not have added it into the game, they did add in his sweet lovehandles on those hips, and he likes being grabbed by them and pulled into a hug. reminds him that when he's no longer big buff boomer, you'll still be super into his hot body

i think he's 45 years old fuck you. i think youngest he's 40, there's no way he's near me in age. we can consider sun damage to an extent but he has wrinkles, he's a dad, he's got big ol bags under his eyes and a slightly receding hairline

he's competitive, but not in an aggressive way, more in an annoying way. like you play a board game with him, and he'll do everything in his power to distract you, or use the rules against you. and if he loses, he doesn't go in a big strop, maybe a tiny huff with a few whines. who can refuse him a pity win when he's looking up at you all sad with those big green eyes and batting those silly eyelashes?

if there is something about you that he can mercilessly tease you for (without making you cry) he will harp on about it constantly. it's his way of showing that he's comfortable around you, enough that he can make you want to punch him in the throat. he can give but he can't take though, so remember that before you point out that he is in fact ginger, or that his freckles make him look so cutie-patootie, or that his tattoos are kinda dumb

you have to laugh at his jokes and puns, it's a requirement and he'd be tempted to make you sign a contract saying you will adhere to this rule. it gives him a boost, makes him feel proud. plus he is genuinely very funny, and the dorky nature behind his silly jokes is so endearing

Relationship Headcanons

when he falls for someone, he falls first and he falls hard. he also falls pretty easily, and he's no stranger to heartbreak, but he has his terrible coping methods to keep him going

he finds it easy to find something about everyone that he likes, because he's just prone to liking people. he thinks everything and anything is sexy, and he can find your good traits like a pig sniffing out truffles

he regularly brings home gifts for his partner, stolen or otherwise. no one needs to know how you aquired such an expensive piece of jewellery or that really nice original looking bit of art. maybe you just happen to save a lot of money by living in the back of his van with him!!

gifts are just one of the ways he is surprisingly thoughtful for a boy with no thoughts behind his eyes! dates are another thing he's fuckin stellar at!! wherever you're going and whatever you're doing you are guaranteed to have fun, that's just how he is. he makes everything tolerable, and he can turn a shit day into a great one

he's desperate for friendship, far more than he is for anything romantic or sexual, although if the two could go hand in hand that'd be an ideal scenario. he might claim to be chill and looking for a quick root, but he's far more interested in finding a partner who can be his buddy as well as his lover

there's never going to be a moment when he's not touching his partner by the way, like that is just something you are going to have to put up with

hand on your shoulder, hand in your hand, hand on your waist, hand on your thigh, hand on your back, hands around you as he hugs you from behind, hands around you as he hugs you from the front, hands around you as he hugs you from the side, hand on your butt, hand on your chest, hand on your stomach, hand on your cheek. the man has borderline separation anxiety

holding hands is his favourite though, especially when paired with his habit of loudly announcing your status to anyone within earshot. "oh this is my partner!" "yeah i'm their boyfriend!" "i'm fucking that beautiful bit of arse over there, thanks for asking!" like thank you, digger

he's surprisingly emotional, and surprisingly open once you get past his protective exterior layer. he's still always joking around and trying not to take things seriously, but the minute you or he needs some serious feeling time he is down for it

i don't think he would ever choose a sexuality. personally, i feel like he's bisexual or pansexual, but digger would say he's just sexual. he'll go for anything with a pulse who was happy to see him. there's a bit of digger for anyone (or anything...)

he'd be quick to take things to the next level with a partner he really loved. like he comes to pick you up one day in the boomer-van and he's like "tah-dah" and in the bacl there's a plastic storage box duct taped to the wall with your name written on it. this is how he would ask you to move in with him. you might need to get rid of a lot of your posessions but he wouldn't be adverse to you cleaning up the van or making it your own though!! i bet he'd love to have fairylights on the ceiling and some rugs on the floor

NSFW Headcanons

he has a piss kink. i know that is not a thing for most people, but i have evidence backing this up. it's barely a headcanon at this point, it's just straight up fuckin canonical fact lmao!! anyway i don't think it's a goes both ways thing most of the time. he likes to be the one pissing, it's where he refuses to be a switch and will only be the dominant one, usually

speaking of being the dominant one, it's what he's most comfortable with since he's a loud, brash, bold and heroic villainous boy, but he really doesn't mind switching things up. he can be a gentle dom, a bratty sub, and any combination in between. really, he is up for literally any activity or kink or fetish or position you can throw at him

he gets very vocal during sex. he spouts all kind of filth at you, confirming what he's doing, what he wants to do, and what he's going to do to you. his preferred terms are surprisingly gentle though, calling you kitten or pup, princess or prince, love, babe, baby. a combination of them all. aside from that, he is loud. volume is not something he can control when he's deep in the heat of the moment and he is the literal definition of animalistic. he growls while he fucks you, and he howls when he cums, and he has referred to himself as a dingo before...

of course, if you're getting particualrly nasty, or he's in a far more feral mood, he'll be growling low into your ear, calling you a dirty, nasty little cunt while he grabs your body and keeps you close

he's into any kink, sort of believing in trying anything once (or twice... or three times...) but there's a few he just LOVES. ones that if you mention them, you run the risk of having him cumming in his pants or rutting up against your leg like a desperate, badly behaved puppy

obviously, previously mentioned piss kink, but specifically if it involves some level of servitude or worship. like you on your knees holding his cock for him while he goes to the toilet, you offering to lick him clean, or letting him piss on you because you're so beneath him and he's yours to mark and claim. begging for a taste of him or pleading for him to use you gets him going too when you combine it with this

body worship or worship in general gets him going too. he's so desperate to be loved and wanted and adored and needed, so having someone beg for him, tell him they want him, they need his cock, his fingers, his hands, his saliva, his drool, his cum, anything he's willing to give them. top that off by calling him captain and he'll melt into a sticky little puddle

he's also way behind on comfort, so a little bit of gentle love mixed with kink is a great way to help him relax. feed him a tit or a hard cock, let him suck until he's soothed himself. hold him on your lap and stroke his hair while you tell him he's amazing, and so good at everything he does

cowboy digger is reporting for duty at the breeding ranch! get you some horns, a teeny tiny cowprint outfit, a tail and a bell and he'll either milk you dry until you're crying from overstimulation, or he'll ride you until he's pumped every last bit of cum into you, making sure you're ready for him to be the daddy

he'll fuck with the hat on. he's a socks on kinda guy too. he just gets way too into it way too quickly and forgets anything else but rutting and grunting

this could have been soft, if it wasn't george, but he loves when you fall asleep on him, like your head resting on his chest or his stomach or his lap or his shoulder. he'll be sweet, of course, and place a little kiss on the top of your head. but then he will try and sneak a look down your top or at your ass or to see if you have a visible bulge he can ogle

[joffyworld]

COTL Freaky Tierlist

ALRIGHT LISTEN UP CHUCKLEFUCKS

I'm about to drop some life changing lore and if you can't handle it, that's tough titties my brothers, sisters and theys. If you don't agree with this tier list, you're either a normal person (in which case why are you here run for the hills) or you're so damn freaky that God forgot that was possible when he made me.

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, FROM LEAST TO MOST FREAKY:

F:

Kallamar - Need I say more? This loveable twink is soft as his husbands knickers and by God would we not have him any other way. This fucker can't even fathom anything beyond the most painfully dull missionary imaginable, and that's just as an excuse to cuddle more afterwards. "But Joffy" I hear you say, "He's a renowned slut he should be in A!" Wrong. He couldn't be more vanilla, it's all an act and anyone with more than 3 spouses is just fucking lying at that point. Cmon, he may be a God, but deep inside that cowards octopussy is a love for the mundane.

D:

Heket - Controversial I know. But hear me out here. Heket has spent all her life getting fucked by life, she has literally no time for your stupid fleshy appendages, and to top it off she's the most desperately useless lesbian this side of the lands of the old faith. Renowned from Darkwood to Anchordeep, this bitch is fucking stupid when it comes to "rizzing a shawty" and it shows because she spends all her time yapping about the good ol' days. She's only slightly freakier than Kallamar because she's probably into being burned by cigarettes or some shit, but let's face facts. Inexperience guides this poor phrog into the D tier, despite her aversion to "D" to begin with.

Leshy - This stupid dumb stupid worm barely knows that sex exists, and if you asked him what his favourite position is he'd say "1st" and then promptly challenge you to a footrace. The God of Chaos has no time for ropes and rails, but he's at least got a good heart and is pretty gay for that cat. I've watched this stupid fucker get divorced in two different AU's because he couldn't live with the guilt, you think he's surviving post-nut clarity? No. Enough said, he's keeping it clean and calm in the bedroom, and that cat couldn't be happier about that considering his daily life is fucking mental. Keep the Chaos outside, inside? Domestic worm only.

C:

Goat - Now this is where it gets tricky, you might think that the gruff exterior of a mass murdering psychopath is enough to demonstrate a willingness to get tied upside down and spank the monkey till the sun don't shine. But brother, let me tell you, it ain't fuckin true. Don't get me wrong, this goat can fuck, and boy does he, but most of the time it's all bark no bite in the flirting department. Easily flustered, puts up an external image of punk-rock to hide that he's an utter cinnamon bun, the whole works. That being said, with a long term partner? Buckle up. That crown isn't dildo-purple for no reason, prepare for bliss and potential bliss-ters.

B:

Lamb - OKAY HOLD YOUR HORSES this is gonna be a tough one. You've gotta be thinking, that's either wayyy too high for this silly lil fella, or wayyy to low for this absolute cock devouring demon, but let me remind you, this one here is subjective. This is the only character I've seen written as everything from an asexual to a violent and sadistic cannibal, so what fairer rating than the exact middle? It truly does depends, if you're on your "cannibalism is routine and fun" shit then you're gonna be rocketing right up there, straight to S baby, unless you have some kind of twisted mentality you need checked by a licensed psychiatrist to somehow think that's tame; not to shame it mind you. But if you're more on the side of the lamb's that typically get posted by a cuter artist, than you're gonna be rocking a D or even an F. This little fuzzy fucker is traumatized, some type of gay no matter what, and certainly a wildcard, and what better way to celebrate that then with a middle-of-the-road approach? Besides, their most famous partner is certainly a bit more repressed, which leads us to:

A:

Narinder - Are we surprised? This fuzzy little furball has been trapped in prison for 1000 years with his two kids and NOTHING ELSE to do except hope he can get back on the market. The moment he's freed, it's gonna be hell unleashed, but thankfully 99% of the time he's either so angry or so oblivious it turns into a slowburn of passion with his fuzzy lil sheepguy that he definitely "doesn't" have a thing for. But, as the well versed know, this motherfucker has seen shit, and being the God of Death is gonna give you a weird taste in, well, "tastes" than a normal life will. I mean really, the guys fuckin surrounded by miserable dead people all day, he needs stress relief and his enthusiasm for revenge borders on the horny-sided. This guy fucks, but mostly gets fucked, and remains The One Who Bottoms in almost every AU. Cmon people, if you've read this far you've fuckin seen it with your own eyes, do I really to lecture about it more?

S:

The Mura™ - The fucker that started it all. I bet until now you thought I wouldn't include this loveable spider and awful mother-sibling of 4, but here we are. This goddamn spider has single-parented a family of genocidal psychopaths since history started being recorded, and to match that then had to almost literally kill one of their own brother-kid-things to save the others. Stressed and in need of relief? Check. You know what makes a motherfucker freaky? Repression, and this spider is goddamn dripping in it (pun intended) and is ready to burst. I myself may be a Shamura aroace truther, but if I have to put a letter on it, it's 100% in the universes where this spider fucks. Copulates, eats your head, kills your family mid-coitus, the whole shebang, but boy is that gonna be the best last nut you'll ever bust. This spider's an expert, literally the God of War and by God are they gonna wage war on your holes, not to mention ALSO being the God of Wisdom? I mean come on, somebody had to write the Kama Sutra, and it was this horny bastard

And that's it

You may have questions, you may have alternative takes, to be honest I'll probably change my mind the moment I hit post and remember that actually Heket deepthroated a glizzy on the 5th of October last year, but honestly? Who gives a shit. These gods be gay people, that's all that matters.

Goodnight, Lamb Bless, and may you never encounter The Mura during ovulation. Godspeed soldiers, amen.

[fanofstuff01]

What Adamsapple you will defend to your last breath?

Causes mine is when Adam is realizing he has romantic interest in anyone he starts to be mean and rude to them to push them away because after the "Eden incident" he had major trust issues 🙃

Because of that Lucifer had to endure a lot of shit from Adam. Then he actually got Adam's affections

I have a lot of tropes I would defend from the deepest pits of my heart but I think one in particular is a thing I am a diehard fan of.

And it is, Adam being heartbroken and angry at the fact that Lucifer simply didn’t love him back in Eden.

Look people, them being eachother’s first loves is also good as fuck and my second favorite.

But god it’s just so angsty to think about. Would you mind if I did a lil rant about it lmao, it’s so you’d see my point I swear. It’s a lot similar to yours actually.

Adam fell in love with Lucifer deeply, so deep that he described Lucifer when the other angels asked him what kind of a person he would want to spend the rest of his life with, but Lucifer never viewed him that way. He was just his best friend. And slowly became his enemy when he heard from Lilith that he was abusing his love.

And then, when Eve came around, he thought that he could finally move on and love someone else other than Lucifer. And he did, at an extent.

But then she cheated on him with Lucifer. He let it slip even though it hurt so bad, and they lived a pretty decent life.

However things changed when they ended up in Heaven. Eve became arrogant, lazy, selfish and extremely jealous of Adam.

So they got divorced and Adam lost all his faith in love. Both his love for Eve and Lucifer were already dead, they both didn’t see any shit in him, so what was the point in messing with feelings anymore.

Then he began sleeping around and not really giving a shit about people he had sex with. You gave me pleasure, I gave you pleasure, that’s all. I didn’t care for you other than your hot body. He was like this.

But then he fell and made a deal with Lucifer and other stuff.

And somehow, while Adam became better, Lucifer fell for him even deeper than he did back in Eden. But at the start it’s obviously just physical attraction so he goes by that.

Look anon I HAVE TOO MUCH. TO SAY ABOUT THIS. BUT THEN I’LL PROBABLY LOSE MYSELF AND MAKE THIS WAY LONGER THAN IT SHOULD BE AND IT IS ALREADY RIDICULOUSLY LONG.

So I’m leaving this at that.

And also I may or may not want this to be canon in the actual show safe for the Lucifer falling for Adam. Idk.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 thoughts?

[msookyspooky]

Slashers at a Haunted House

Severen please😳😩

Meant to post this over the weekend!!

Slashers at a Haunted House:

Severen Van Sickle

18+ • Short Story Imagines • GN!Reader x Severen from Near Dark • Smut • Exhibitionist/Voyeur • Fear & Adrenaline • Blood & Gore • Power Dynamics • Slight CNC • Oral with GN!Reader Recieving / AFAB & AMAB Anatomy • Sketchy Sex in Public Places

"C'mon! Don't tell me yer scared of this lil spook shack." Severen teased with a lopsided grin. In that thick Texas drawl that sounded like it was from back when drawing guns and robbing train cars was a thing.

You huffed, arms folded as you saw the very sketchy haunted house in the rough part of town that barely had anyone here. "N-No it's just out of our way is all." You lied. Still human and very much still vulnerable to fear.

Severen grinned wider, his filed down teeth sharpened points that he flaunted anytime of year. Fall was just less questioning. "Aw, c'mon now. Don't tell me I'm dating a chicken shit scared of some guys in masks with ugly faces popping out at ya!"

You rolled your eyes, pouting a bit. "I am not that scar- AH!!" You screamed so much louder than you intended when a scare actor ran up on you out of nowhere in the dark parking lot.

Severen laughed loudly, head thrown back in the hearty gleefully impish way he did as the scare actor stalked away to find a new victim. "Ha! Aww, you really are a scaredy cat, aren't ya angel?" He cooed between snickers.

You glared at him knowing he saw the damn actor rushing you and said nothing.

He just drew you closer to him with a firm grip. "Hey...We're gonna have fun, alright? You'll see, sweetheart...Besides, have I ever hurt you or led you to some place you would get hurt?" He gave you a charming sideways smile.

You raised a brow because he has accidentally done both. He rolled his dark blue eyes with a tsk. "Gee, ya got so much faith in me I'm blushin' from the love I'm feelin' here."

You smirked a little at his sarcasm. "Okay...Fair enough. But I hope you know I'm going to be hanging onto you the entire time."

"That's the point!" He smiled "You can grip me as tight as you want. Break a rib or two; it'll just get me goin'." He whispered huskily in your ear. You ducked your head a bit with a smile.

His spurs jangled as you both walked in. You were excited but he seemed so chill. Like he was at an art museum not a haunted house with people in dark tight spaces jumping out at you.

You both were led to a room were a demonic 'birth' happened and the scare actor told some story to set the tone of the place. Severen heckled a tad just to nudge you and get a smirk or two but other than that he just had his hands in his pockets with you in front of him.

As soon as it came time to move through the scare house rooms; you instantly felt your adrenaline pumping. Going through an old wild west room with skeltons and outlaws wasn't too bad till a damn corpsey looking skeleton dropped from above down at you. You jolted back into Severen as he giggled and held you still.

"Calm down, sweetheart! It's just an old dusty bag of bones. You see Jess everyday; This should be nothin."

Okay, you did chuckle a bit at that as he grinned and moved you both on through. "Jesse would kick your ass if he heard that."

Severen laughed. "Ha! I'd like to see the ole saddlebag try!"

Even if you knew he was joking and deeply respected Jesse. Hell, Jesse was probably the only creature alive that made Severen behave himself.

You went through a 'cabin' with a bunch of inbred mutant hillbillies yelling and jumping out of walls. Banging pots and having fake guts that smelled putridly close to the real thing near you. Severen grinned like a kid at a candyshop while you were hiding in his jacket.

One tried to scare him and he hissed at them, showing off his teeth and the scare actor backed away. You could tell the actor didn't know what to say having gotten out of character as Severen just smiled and walked you and him on through.

"See? You don't got nothin' to worry 'bout. Jus' a bunch of loud fucks jumping out hollarin'... 'Boo!' He quickly grabbed your sides and you jumped before chuckling and shoving him away. All before an animatronic zombie sprung from the wall withering and groaning and scared the shit out of you enough to grab ahold of him again.

Severen got a good laugh out of that as you exclaimed, "Fuck this place!" Even if you were smirking a bit.

He gave a huffing sort of chuckle and slung an arm around you as he forced you through the next room. Strobe lights, a putrid smell in the air, a body jerking on a medical table and another one covered.

"Uh uh!" You mumbled trying to turn but he just turned you back around snickering while trying to push you forward. Using a quarter of his strength as you put your brakes on.

He sighed heavily. "Fiinne, I'll go first chicken shit." He dragged you behind him and you realized that was a mistake because they waited till he was halfway in before the one on the table jumped out at you and another sprung out from a hidden door in the wall. You practically jumped on Severen's back and he just stood there grinning. Letting the scare actors get up in his face to try and scare him as he looked downright out amused. He made a wise crack about health insurance to the doctors and then they just tried focusing on you as you, no matter what your size, dragged Severen by the arm out of there as he laughed his ass off. Tripping over his own two feet in his boots at being off balance by you.

"Okay, okay! We're goin'. Relax!" He laughed as you both rounded the corner to a much creepier area.

Some makeshift butcher shop that was almost completely dark with a few red lights. Fake dead bodies and body parts everywhere and a smell that imitated blood.

You cringed, "Ugh, this is neat but I hate it." You whined a bit having fun but also your human heart beating out of your chest.

"Really?" Severen commented taking a big whiff. "Smells as good as cherry pie to me!" He winked at you. "Though not as good. Guess comparing some artificial bullshit fragrance from the real thing."

You weren't even listening to him. Too preoccupied in what was happening. An animatronic dropped from the ceiling as a dead body right over top of his head and he just looked annoyed for the first time tonight when it dropped too low. All before a human scare actor jumped out at the same time and maybe it was the blood smell distracting him or the animatronic or too many distractions for even a vampire to comprehend it all but a guy with a butcher knife tried to grab Severen...And in a harsh motion Severen just instinctively lashed at him and sent him flying into the wall.

Your eyes widened and even Severen looked a bit surprised. "...Oops." He mumbled with a slight bewildered smirk.

The guy groaned, yelling out in pain as a rib or two was definitely broken. Severen sighed, shrugging at you before walking up to him and picking him up by the back of his head. "Welp, looks like the butcher is getting chopped. Can't have you gossiping...I'm damn hungry any." He joked while slamming the guy against the wall. "All this imitation blood is makin' me hungry as a tired hound!"

The guy grunted and tried to fight Severen and he just gripped his head and started slowly twisting to snap his neck in a quick death. "How's 'bout I show ya what actual blood smells like?" Severen purred out with a grin.

The victim he had threw the butcher knife and you yelped as it cut your arm...Jesus Christ, was that real!? Severen's eyes flared, sneering as he ripped the guys head clean off...CLEAN...OFF. You had never seen him do that! The sound of you yelping and smelling your blood set him on edge like no other as he ripped his head off and with the angle the guy was decapitated; that blood from the bodies arteries in the neck spurted out all over you like a damn water gun when he accidentally aimed it at you when he jerked to see if you were okay.

Blood went EVERYWHERE! On your face, your chest, your stomach and legs. Soaking over your clothes that didn't cover much anyways with you being down South in the fall. Your mouth hung open in shock as you outstretched your hands looking down at your body dripping red. The metalic smell hitting you in the face.

Severen cringed. "...Oops...."

You sighed heavily looking irritated but defeated as your entire everything was soaked in sticky hot blood.

Severen clicked his tongue against his teeth with a sheepish smirk. "Sorry, sugar...C'mon! The guy was askin' for it!..." He then came towards you with a concerned look. "Ya alright?"

You forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He grabbed your arm. "Liar." He muttered as he gently brought your arm up seeing more blood on that arm dripping to your fingertips. "I can smell yer blood type anywhere, angel...YN...Yer bleedin' too much. That bastard really got ya." He lowered his head to smell.

"I'm fine."

He lowered his face more not letting to of your arm. "No, yer bleedin'." Releasing a shuddering breath and letting his warm wet tongue swipe firmly across the cut. Savoring your taste as his eyes closed. It kept bleeding as he darted his tongue out, lapping little licks over the thin cut before gently sucking. It missed arteries but it still bled.

You felt your stomach flip and heat rise in you. "U-Uh, it's okay...."

"Then let me clean you up. No use letting it all go to waste." He mused while kissing the cut. Groaning to himself at the flavor of you on his lips.

"Um, you're uh...You're wasting blood over there already." You mumbled with wide eyes at the headless body in a pool of its own blood a few feet away.

"No, I ain't." He corrected as he licked a splatter of the man's blood off your arm. "Besides, I ain't licking floor blood. What do ya take me for? A damn dog?" He teased with a husky voice. Blue eyes still hooded as he lapped at your skin. Licking down your arm and wrist before he brought your hand up to dart his tongue out in tickling licks to flicker over your fingertips like the tease he was before sucking your fingers clean of any blood that dripped down your arm.

You were definitely flustered, loins doing that tingling heat thing as you looked at his heavy lidded eyes gazing at you as he sucked and kissed your fingers. "S-Sev! Someone will come in-"

"No they won't." He reassured as he picked you up with his inhuman strength and pinned you to a wall in the corner. Knocking a few props away with his boot. "If they do? We'll jus' say it was part of the act."

He swiped his tongue over your neck and throat, grazing his razor sharp teeth over your vocal cords as you whimpered before licking a firm trail of his tongue up to your mouth. Kissing you deeply with a groan low in his throat. Gripping you and licking the blood from your face and lips before forcing you to taste it on his tongue. You didn't like the taste, still human and the amount of blood not appealing and yet you didn't hate it either. Not when it was him.

He pulled away, blood on his lips; making them look more full while tinted red. He grinned. That euphoria hitting like it always did with blood. Like the sexiest most happiest most wonderful drug as they described it.

They all pointed at the dead bloody, raving how realistic this was before leaving. Severen chuckled at how flustered you were. "Not the best acting abilities babe but with looks like this? Who needs it." He mused as he sucked at your bare nipples/sucked your nipples through whatever garment you had and you whined at the hot rush pulsing between your legs.

You gasped sharply as he ripped your drenched blood red shirt off of you in one clean jerk and you faltered with big eyes. He sucked on the fabric a bit in his hand trying to get that blood before dipping down to lap at the flesh before him. Sliding and swirling and flicking his tongue over your chest and navel. You covered your mouth with heat rising in you. Eyes darting around as you were scared someone might see. You saw a group of people going by and ducked your head in embarrassment at being exposed. Severen blocked you, grinning a bloody sharp toothed grin over his shoulder while looking like he was a scare actor 'eating' another scare actor.

"Sev, please...We'll get caught..."

"Sshhhhhh." He hushed as he kissed down your navel while turning you so you weren't too immodest to any passing people. "Best part? You can scream as loud as ya want and no one will be the wiser, darlin'." He swirled his tongue with a smirk at the blood on your stomach and worked his way down before impatiently sliddinhlg your pants down.

You covered your mouth tighter as he slid your pants and or underwear down to your upper thigh. Just enough to lick what was important. The blood from your shirt had smeared onto your pelvis and he greedily licked his tongue over your skin in firm, flat swipes.

You quivered a little feeling his tongue getting closer to your sex. You were throbbing, heat pooling down there as he smirked up at you. Kneeling on one knee with a satisfied groan like growl coming from his throat. "Mm...Someone's excited."

"B-Because you're..." You trailed off.

He giggled, "Don't go blaming me. I can smell it on ya a mile away just from licking your fingers but this?-" He gently swiped a finger over your privates to collect the liquid your body was producing already whether pre-cum or slickness. It was A LOT on his finger tips. Your body knew what it wanted before you did. Practically dripping as you whimpered at his finger swiping over such a sensitive spot. He continued, "This? What a naughty lil darlin' I have...Hmm."

He blew air on you down there as you flinched. "What should I do to such a naughty thing, hmm? I mean gee...I done cleaned off all the blood. What else is there?" He mockingly gave with faux innocence.

God damn, he was gonna make you say it?! His teasing was ridiculous!

"S-Sev please."

"Please what?" He asked blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Please...Lick me."

He hummed. "Ooh...Like here?" He purposely barely licked near you. Tongue flicked at your inner thigh. "Here?" He fluttered his tongue on your pubic area so close yet not touching the throbbing that you needed touched to cum. "Well gosh, YN! How am I supposed to know if you won't say it?" He remarked with a smirk.

"...Please...Lick my...Cock/Pussy."

Severen grinned like a Cheshire Cat laughing at how flustered you were. "Well why didn't ya jus' say so? Sure, baby. I'll lick ya...I'll lick ya reeaalll good." He drew out with a husky chuckle before diving his head down.

You had to cover your mouth as a strained cry tried to escape. His tongue in flat, wet, firm strokes lapped at the tip/your clit.

Jesus! He didn't warm up or even tease like he normally did. Just those firm but flexible laps as wetness collected on his tongue. Your hips twitched at the urupt stimulation. He grunted at your taste as he closed his eyes and had uour hips in a death grip. His rough hands holding them firmly as you could feel his cool metal rings on your warm skin. He kept a pace he knew you liked. No teasing, just him wanting you to come undone on his mouth in a public place.

He dived back down, replacing his hand with his mouth. Careful when sucking and licking you from his filed down teeth. You barely felt his sharp teeth so delicate it almost tickled as he held your hips still so he didn't accidentally hurt you. His tongue warm and wet with saliva as he spreaded your own liquids with his tongue. Groaning into you as his tongue lapped faster. Right underneath your tip/clit as you tried so hard not to cry out but failed. A strained groan falling from your mouth...It just made him be firmer with the base of his tongue. Going up and down, side to side, fluttering, swirling. He was an insatiable greedy menace lapping and licking like a madman.

He used his hand to replace his tongue. Firmly rubbing you to talk. "Don't be shy, baby. Cry, moan, hollar. Ain't no one gonna know what's what in here." His hand moved faster, fingers dancing lightly in a fast pace over your skin as you trembled and gasped out a moan. Unable to control it, unable to move away with his iron grip, people being able to pass by at anytime.

"That's my darlin'."

You gripped the wall behind you, chest rising and falling as your groans and whimpers and moans were more urgent. You couldn't keep quiet with what he was doing. Your adrenaline pumping so much from the fear of being caught.

Then he added a hand. What his mouth couldn't do because of his teeth or the position; he did with his fingers. Grasping your aching cock firmly to pump / inserting not one but two fingers into that slick needy heat to stretch you out deliciously and rub at your g spot. All while his tongue and mouth sucked and licked making smacking noises in between his moans. His eyes hooded as he was enjoying doing this as much as you were recieving.

Your hips went from flinching away to lightly bucking against his face. He chuckled in his throat before growling a low rumble in his chest that vibrated in his throat as he kept up a firm fast pace.

Loud moans were coming out of you. Head back as he was relentless.

A group of people came by and you felt fear grip you at them seeing you in the dark-ish corner, red light refelecting on you. Trying to cover your upper body and Severen feverishly lapping at you. His head of dark hair blocking the view of your genitals thank god but they still looked...And Severen purposely pumped you harder. Hand tighter / Fingers firmer as you felt the heat erupting in you against your will.

"Nnnoo! DONT!! PLEASE DON'T!" You yelled out breathlessly. Before screaming. Absolutely throwing your head back and releasing a groaning scream right as these people walked by all before an animatronic on the opposite side of the room jumped out at them and they ran screaming themselves...They thought your pleas and screams were part of the act.

You gripped Severen's hair hard and rode your orgasm out when he wouldn't stop. Bucking your hips with teeth gritted and a low growling groan escaping you as all that pleasure tingled every part of you. Erupting inside you and then fizzling out. He kept going and it overstimulated so bad you jerked his hair harshly to the point you could've ripped it out.

"Ow! Babe, that hurts...I can handle a truck hittin' me, a shotgun, cold cocked in the jaw, stabbed but hair pulling is off limits...Shit hurts!" He pouted and pulled away. He smirked soon after as he drew his fingers away from you and licked any cum he might've missed; clean.

You stared down at him, panting. You almost slid down the wall from the intense orgasm you just had as he quickly stood up and braced you. "Easy there...That was so good. That's my baby. You were s' damn sexy...Taste s' good on my tongue." He praised in a husky whisper in your ear while holding you and kissing your head.

You were limp a moment. If you could purr you would. That was one of the best you ever had and so kinky in public and just...Memorable for sure. And how he treated you made you weak kneed.

He giggling a bit. "C'mere." He hugged you a second. "I'd love to stand here holdin' ya, sweetie...Buuutttt-" He gestured to the body.

Reality set in as you realized you had no shirt now. You both heard the scare actors yelling and talking to each other a room away and you panicked. He shrugged off his jacket then his over-sized red flannel he wore. He quickly gave it to you, whether it was too tight or too loose didn't matter. As long as it covered you enough to get out of here. Your shirt he ripped off was evidence and would've been a red flag as soon as you exited anyways.

He slung an arm around you to support you as you pulled your pants up and adjusted his flannel.

"Welp, time to head out. This was fun, YN." He mused as he quickly led you away to get out of here before scare actors realized he killed their coworker and police were called. If you did get on camera; it wouldn't be the first. The clan was good at evading cops and hiding as vampires.

Once through the rooms he slowed his pace. Having his arm around you with a leisure stride and smile. Boots jangling with his spur on each step. The security guard stared at you both...Eyeing the red on your dark pants but it wasn't as noticeable as your old now destroyed shirt was. You and Severen smiled and walked out the building. Scott free.

He leaned down. Whispering to you. "Close one. Nights young. How bout we get to some place private so we can keep having fun."

You eagerly nodded with a smirk still on an adrenaline rush you just did what you did and just as excited to return the favor. He stopped a moment to kiss you, lifting your chin to let his lips meet yours before you both just smirked at each other and kept walking. The night was his. It was his playground and he was like an excited teen boy in love rather than a centuries old vampire so ready to show you his world. You didn't know how long you'd be human but not long. You were too enraptured with him, with the night that how could you not?

For now, he lifted you up with the strength of a superhuman as he rushed with you to the nearest motel. Both of you laughing and in love and needed to touch and get as much lust out as possible.

[nuctoria]

Maybe it's not the right time to ask this.

Mario's opinion... Luigi's harem

With Daisy and Peasley he wasn't surprised at all, he teased him endlessly about it. He basically introduced Daisy to Luigi after helping her out in Sarasaland. Peasley openly showed his favouritism to Luigi so it was no surprise to anyone that they'd end up together.

Dreambert and Bowser was a total surprise. Dreambert because he showed equal respect to both him and Luigi and didn't make his crush to his lil bro obvious but he certainly doesn't mind, he finds it cute with how gentle and loving they are to each other. He does mind with Bowser though and was an even bigger surprise then Dreambert! Bowser never showed a single interest in Luigi, forgetting his name in seconds whenever they faced him together! How did this happen?! When did this happen?! He made a big fuss over it and asked Luigi a million questions to try and wrap his head around it. He worried Bowser was manipulating Luigi and would hurt him since he has before but after many weeks of supervision he calmed down and came to accept it, tolerating the lizard when he's not kidnapping the princess.

He nearly had a heart attack when he learned Luigi was with any of these three. King Boo, Antasma and Dimentio. He kept trying to figure out what sort of mind control he was trapped in. He nearly killed Dimentio and Antasma all over again and threatened King Boo that he'd learn how to handle ghosts like Luigi. It took such a long time for Luigi to calm Mario down and explain the situation. He doesn't underestimate his brother, never, but this is nuts! These are the three villains who hurt Luigi the most and were so dangerous to the point they even scared him a bit! He feared they would take away his lil bro the second he turned his back on them, he couldn't let that happen! There were a LOT of rules set in place that stuck for nearly a whole year before Mario managed to begin having a bit of faith and trust or tolerance in those three. It started with Antasma since he was actually the tamest and more calm one of the villains, even if the bat didn't like him and bit him a few times.

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

Yuuri Katsuki has Bullied Kid energy.

Yuuri : Don't you dare see me as weak or perceive my vulnerability. Please comfort me and reassure me. I'll be constantly afraid of your reaction if I inconvenience you. Nothing scares me more than the people I trust lying to me. I'm more competent and at home in the face of people's scorn than in the face of their genuine love for me. The idea that anyone could see me as desirable is baffling. The world sees me as little more than dirt and I don't disagree with them. I am going to make them eat their teeth with their words or so help me I will set myself on fire trying. Just watch, I am the most beautiful woman in town and you will rue the day you underestimated me. How you like me now?

Victor, thinking he'd been dumped by the first person who'd made him happy in a very long time : I see this, I respect this, I am going to use the hell out of this. Hey. Hey fatty. Watch me pry the thing you love and use to cope with your feelings right out of your fingers until you lose weight. kinda reminiscent of what you did to me :) kinda sorta you know just a lil bit. You don't know what eros is? Okay, now you're just making fun of me.

Victor, after Yuuri had his katsudon eros realization : ...JFC he actually literally doesn't know. I. Uh. ...Huh. Well. Uhm. Okay. Maybe that means he doesn't get OTHER things too. He. He genuinely doesn't know what he did to me. He probably didn't even do it deliberately. Okay. Okay? Okay. I can work with this. THINK OF THE JUICY SUCCULENT PORK, BABE. ...I can't fkn believe this.

Victor, several episodes later when Yuuri reveals he literally doesn't remember the banquet: ...Well shit. The past year of my life has been a lie and I might be an asshole. Hm.

I've read some fics where after Yuuri's ED gets triggered and he crashes hard Victor looks back at all those early comments and goes 'I didn't mean it that way babe you're hot when you're fat and you weren't even that fat it was just that it could be unsafe for your joints to skate in that condition' and sure okay I get wanting to minimize the blow and Yuuri is adorable AF when he's heavier and i still enjoy those fics for the most part but

I disagree with that fully and completely cus nah, Victor's a petty lil bitch who can be cold and ruthless and isn't afraid to hurt people. Is he also warm and kind and loving and doing his best? Yes. He contains multitudes. But he was absolutely aiming to hurt, because he was hurt.

Yuuri, meanwhile, who's been bullied for a great majority of his childhood but has complete faith in Victor and unwavering confidence in his honesty - especially when that honesty fits his world view - that he has an entire Victor shaped blind spot : Eh? Pfft. He wasn't bullying me, what are you talking about? He was literally telling the truth. :/ I mean really, he was taking care of me.

Victor, falling to the ground and clutching his stomach with a groan because ooouuugghhh guilt-nausea : Y-....Yuuri.....

Yuuri : I mean Yurio can be a bully but that's just how he shows he cares so :3 Nah haha, I've had waaaay worse, trust me, lol

Yurio : ....I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative, one that I have never asked to be a part of?

Victor, convulsing :

I think Yuuri can absolutely pick up on when Victor is being dishonest with him and poking his sharp little fingers into the sore spots, but more on an intuitive level that he doesn't know how to make sense of logically, so he just accepts it and moves on largely without comment a;dlkf he'll probably figure it out like fifteen years down the road when he's older and wiser and one day he squints at his husband and goes "...huh, okay" and then never does anything about it anyway because he loves Victor and forgives him and also Victor's hot when he's being mean so

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Reborn Again (and again and again)

(Sanzu's bday fic with tones of angst)

(Bonten HaruMai)

It's been a while since I posted my fics here bc no spoons kept my away of tumblr ( I'm gonna try to post all of them and they are always on ao3!)

But.... Sanzu Haruchiyo birthday seems like the perfect occasion for this!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LIL PINK GREMLIN, I LOVE YOU DEARLY AND YOU DESERVE THE WORLD! (but I'm gonna give you angst and a lap full of Mikey, oopsie?)

(link to ao3 in case someone wants to read it there)

Summary: Sanzu remembers his last birthday, bittersweet memories that keep his delusions afloat.

And of course, he'll never lose his faith in his king.

(even when Mikey's eyes are completely devoid of all emotion)

Warnings: Manga Spoilers (Bonten timeline, so yeah), Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Implied Suicide, Mental Health Issues (issues is an understatement xD), Toxic Codependent Relationship, Heavily Depressed Mikey, Burn Out Sanzu, Unrequited Delusional Love, and idk, is Bonten they are so totally not fine and it shows, okay?

Yeah, this fic is an emotional roller coaster, it felt like it writing it and is not less of it as a reader (or I've been told that). Oh, Sanzu is sad and horny bc you can't tell me Bonten Mikey has energy to fuck (or live)

There is a part of the fic inspired on this art, bc Mikey sleeping on Haru's lap is for some reason precious to me 💜

Sanzu was bored, his feet kept tapping the ground, his mind drifting far away from here. He should be paying attention to his surroundings, guarding the building where his king was. 

Instead, he was lost in the memories of his last birthday, almost one year ago. Wondering if it would be different this time, if Mikey remembered his promise. He shook his head, immediately feeling guilty for daring to doubt it. Of course he did, Sanzu was only feeling insecure, nothing new. 

(He had to repeat it as many times as necessary, to convince himself that Mikey’s eyes had not been completely devoid of all emotion for more than a month)

To be fair, the fact that Hangaki didn’t represent any type of threat to his king, wasn’t helping him focus on the present or to keep his thoughts from wandering back to the previous year.

Sanzu was having a shitty day. That wasn’t exactly unusual lately, he had become more and more tired during the last years few months. Exhausted would be the right word, but he couldn’t afford to rest, to even entertain the possibility that he should delegate some of his responsibilities to others if he didn’t want to end up completely burned out. But of course, he couldn't trust anyone else to perform his duties, so Sanzu was forced to continue stretching himself thin.

(If he was more honest with himself, he could admit that he had been falling apart for way too long. But he wasn’t, he couldn’t)

Whatever. He was used to it. He’s handled this weariness before — today wasn’t unique. He was a grown ass man, who definitely wouldn’t throw a tantrum just because everyone forgot it was his birthday. And twenty-seven wasn’t a memorable number either, so who cared? 

This was just Sanzu being salty, tonight's job took up more time than he anticipated, so he had to see Takeomi’s ugly face for way too long. Yeah, it was totally unrelated to the pang of jealousy he felt when he overheard the older man explaining to Kakucho how this week was special, since the anniversary of Senju’s death was close. He wasn’t that pathetic, to hold a grudge because, even now, his sister kept hogging all the attention.

(What sister? Sanzu was an only child, his own mind was playing tricks to him again)

He sighed, using his own set of keys to open the door of Mikey’s penthouse and trying to be as silent as possible. He was fully aware his king wouldn’t be sleeping — it was getting harder each day to convince him to even try it.

It was better to be quiet anyway, at least, until he had a clue of which mood he was going to find. Would it be one of those days of empty glares and cold words, where he was only ‘Sanzu’? Or…

“Haruchiyo?”

A weak whisper, but more than enough for him to quickly locate the source. Mikey was sitting on the sofa, completely in the dark except for the dim light that came through the window, proving the outside world was still there, uncaring and merciless. 

“Hey… I’m back.”

His heart sank when he got closer, finally noticing Mikey’s puffy eyes and his tear-streaked cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to comfort him, caress his beautiful face and erase any trace of pain in it. But he knew better. Years of walking on broken glass around his lover taught him better.

(Was ‘lover’ the right word? When he had to repress his own feelings, pretending there was no love in order to stay by Mikey’s side? Probably not)

“What’s wrong?” 

He asked cautiously, sitting on the nearest armchair. Mikey blinked a couple of times, looking at him in awe, almost like he was processing that Sanzu was really here.

“I thought you wouldn’t come tonight.” 

There was no point in reminding him that he could just text or call —that no matter what he was doing, Sanzu would leave it in a heartbeat to run to his king's side. Mikey was fully aware of it, but he refused to show this type of weakness.

“I’ll always come back to you, Mikey.”

He gave him a soft smile, hoping it was somehow reassuring. It seemed to work, considering the next moment he had a lap full of Mikey, wrapping his arms around Haruchiyo’s neck and hiding his face in it. He didn’t have to think twice before hugging him back and gently pulling the thin body closer.

“I’m sorry, the deal took longer than I thought.” 

A noncommittal hum was the only answer he received,  another sign that Mikey cared less every day about his own organization. It was fine, Sanzu could keep the gears turning and perfectly greased, waiting until his king was ready to step back in the game and take what was rightfully his. 

“But I’m here now, I’m right here…” 

His voice dripped with affection, his touch conveying the same feeling as he started to play with the white locks. The soft caresses spoke louder than the words he’ll never say. It was fine — he was good at hiding parts of himself, burying it with all his secrets.

(So many secrets, weighing him more every day, slowly drowning him until he couldn’t recognize his own reflection)

“You are.” Mikey finally lifted his head, looking at him like he was trying to figure out something. “Even if this morning…”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” 

It was a lie, they both knew it. Of course he remembered how detached his king had been, how disgusted he looked by his weak attempt at cuddling. The cold voice, clearly commanding him to disappear from his sight. ‘Don’t you have work to do, Sanzu?’

It was a lie, one of the many he carefully crafted for Mikey’s sake. There was no need to dwell on it when Sanzu wanted to comfort him, not burden him with guilt. Especially when the cause was his own inability to hide his stupid hopes and desires. 

“Apparently about nothing.”

“Yep, nothing at all.” He repeated, softly brushing a strand of hair out of Mikey’s eyes and kissing his forehead, earning a simper in return.

Wait, what? A smile? A coy one, small and probably easy to miss for anyone else. But not for him, Sanzu was able to spot the most subtle change in his king’s expression, and this wasn’t subtle. A genuine smile on Mikey’s face? And thanks to him? 

Sanzu’s inner turmoil disappeared. The fatigue that he constantly carried with him was gone too. Just like that, a simple gesture from his king, made everything better, all the problems more than worth it as long as it meant protecting these rare moments of happiness.

(A necessary reminder of why he kept fighting, always so restless, refusing to let go, reinventing himself over and over)

He leaned in to cross the small distance between their lips, kissing him slowly, wanting to savor the moment. There was no rush for once, and even if he longed for more, even if his body reacted to the closeness and the familiar taste, he knew too damn well Mikey’s libido had been practically nonexistent lately. 

No matter how much he yearned to go further, he’d take whatever his king offered to him without presumptions. For now, Sanzu was content with the way Mikey’s lips parted, allowing his tongue to explore freely. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning inside the kiss, realizing he sounded too desperate. 

Damn it, when was the last time they actually had sex? He couldn’t recall when it was, but he could clearly see the memories – the way Mikey whimpered in his ear, his body pressed against the shower wall… 

Fuck, he had to calm down before his own neediness tarnished this moment doing something stupid — Like pressing Mikey’s warm body down onto his growing erection, bucking his hips slightly, rubbing himself just enough to feel the friction against that tight ass he adored so much… Stop it, brain!

“Sorry…”

Sanzu pulled away from the kiss with a flustered face, looking at Mikey with glossy eyes and pressing their foreheads together, still catching his breath. 

“Why are you apologizing, Haruchiyo?” There was a sad undertone in his voice that didn't go unnoticed. “It’s me, I can’t even give you that, you should…” 

“Don’t go there.” He gently placed a finger in front of the other’s lips. “I don’t need it, okay? I can live perfectly fine without fucking.”

“But you want it.” Mikey deadpanned. 

“Of course I do, because you’re gorgeous and I can’t help feeling attracted to you.” He gave him a soft peck. “And that’s on me, you don’t owe me anything, alright? Having you in my arms like this is already the best birthday gift I could ever wish for.”

“What?!” 

“Nothing.” It was too late — he knew as soon as he saw Mikey’s eyes widening in a mix of surprise and clarity.

“Fuck, it’s July… That’s not nothing!” He groaned in frustration. “Did you get to celebrate it at least?” 

Judging by the way Mikey looked at him, the answer to this was probably written in his face. That was the exact reason why he didn’t tell him, to absolve him of the guilt, to prevent him from falling deeper into self-loathing. 

“It’s okay, we can still celebrate it together if you want-”

“It's not even your birthday anymore.” 

His rage was icy cold, Sanzu was sure the temperature of the whole room dropped a few degrees. Suddenly he was freezing, despite the anger not being directed at him for once. 

“Then we don’t? It’s not a big deal, really, there will be other occasions. It happens every year, right?” His gaze stared at him with disbelief. “What? I’m serious, I don’t need some fancy ass shit, this is already perfect.”

“Haruchiyo…” Whatever his king wanted to say, the way Sanzu hugged him tighter seemed to change his mind. Instead, he sighed, burying his face on the crook of his neck. “Fine. Next year?”

“Next year it is.” 

He started to stroke his hair once again, wanting to leave this conversation behind. It was true, his day got infinitely better the moment Mikey sat on his lap and hugged him. Sanzu couldn’t ask for more, because there was nothing but him.

“I won’t forget it, I promise.” 

Sanzu gasped at the honesty in those words, a lump in his throat that threatened to make him cry, touched by his king making a promise to him. It wasn’t going to happen, he couldn’t put his own burden on Mikey, it was his to bear alone. 

(Alone and isolated inside of his own mind)

“I know you won’t Mikey, I believe in you.” 

He whispered with raw devotion. He will never lose his faith in Mikey, because as long as his king kept breathing… Everything was possible. 

Sanzu smiled softly, melting slightly with the memory of how Mikey ended falling asleep on his lap, of how he made sure to stay still, to not interrupt the other’s dreams. If he closed his eyes, he could see how perfect Mikey looked when he woke up hours later, well rested for once. The way his face lit up when he saw that Sanzu was still there, hugging him for hours and making sure he was comfortable. He could even feel the lingering sensation of his lips on his own… Damn it, how could he miss Mikey so much when they were almost living together?

(It was due to Mikey fading in front of him, disappearing somewhere out of his reach. No, he couldn’t admit that)

He sighed, frustrated with himself. He was doing it again, yearning instead of being grateful for what he was given. 

A sudden change in the white noise from nearby pedestrians forced him to snap out of his inner turmoil. He lifted up his head, scanning the surroundings to find the source of the commotion. 

Sanzu’s eyes widened with panic, the world went silent. Except for the echo of his own delusions shattering into thousand pieces, ringing in his ears for a split second that lasted for ages.

“Mikey?!!”

[doctor-octiddius]

This ended up being a long ramble about Siddig's characters whoops

Every time i think about Sid I want to fall to my knees sobbing. I feel like that gif of the wailing emoji that is disintegrating, like just knowing that this man exists gets me so aourhgrhghghhh :'(( I cannot believe that Julian Bashir and Ra's al Ghul are played by the same man; as in, I was incredibly into Gotham back in 2017, a little just before he joined the show and now years later he is stuck in my brain again. I remember every damn frame of him. How is that this same guy. (I wrote "gay" at first, help me 😭 I mean hey, with Sid saying that he played all his straight characters as a bit gay, anything's possible) Also i haven't really interacted with this whole Sid hyperfixation in a lil bit and it's making me so sad, god forbid i have other interests.

Actually, I lied, I keep relistening to the audio dramas he's been in. I'm now hijacking my own post to yell about some of his audio drama characters because they are my favourites ever of all time.

ROSTO FROM THE EIGHT DOCTOR ADVENTURES (Sisters of the Flame/Vengeance of Morbius)

My babygirl being a 10 foot tall centipede cop ??? It's more likely than you think !!! He is literally just that. That's all he is. He makes funky bug sounds when he talks, he's a bit silly, he's so cute, he disconnected himself completely from his home to focus on his job... I love him so bad, I want to hug him, but I think that's a form of affection he just wouldn't understand, but I am willing to try anything. I am ignoring his ending, I was able to save him actually and now he's all good again and we are best friends <3

THE SULTAN/THE SHANAKI FROM DOCTOR WHO: THE MONTHLY ADVENTURES (1001 Nights)

WE GET SID AS THE DOCTOR FOR A BIT TECHNICALLY ??? But also The Shanaki... OOUGGHGHH THE SHANAKI...... This guy has lived through several lifetimes and boy do I need to know all of them. What lives has he led exactly? Like, he could have been anyone, any celebrity, any public figure. What did he do to all of the people whose psyches he stole? Has he actually learned anything through them; have they only ever been human lives? How did the breakdown at the end with him mixing up lives and experiences influence him further on? Please I need to know everything about him immediately.

DR. REESE FROM ALIEN: RIVER OF PAIN

Motherfucker named Bartholomew Reese. He's a bitch. I love him. That is all. Thank you. (I read the book too, and every little description of him I ate up, though the book seemed kinda boring, lacking any suspense etc. I loved the little bit of regret he had before his end, which wasn't shown in the audio at all, even if it was very short and simple.)

THE PERSIAN FROM THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

Don't even get me started on this one. The Persian in general is like my favourite character of all time, but him played by Sid? I am so biased in so many ways. My PotO hyperfixation has led me to so many places, and all I've learnt is that the ALW musical, which I used to worship as a kid, is mid (story wise, I still love the music), and everyone keeps fucking getting rid of the most important character of the story. This audio drama is so good, it's quite faithful to the book, it's the best adaptation in my opinion, I am in love with this daroga.

I feel like I have to mention Ted from The Flat Edge of the Earth, but I have to relisten to it to better form an opinion on all that (I say that since I've listened to all the other audio dramas at least like four times (PotO near 30 times, but we won't talk about that). That's the same reason I haven't mentioned Captain Nemo from one of the DW audios either since I've only heard that once.) He seems very goofy, though, and having just an hour of Sid and Nana in my ears was fun.

But yeah, that is all. If you read through this entire ramble then hi hey :3 I am so normal about his roles

[amethystina]

Dear Amethystina,

How could you do this to me????? I think I'm going to perish. PERISH. You posted about Mad Dog and twinky Woo Do Hwan and??? How could I not watch it???? And now I've just finished episode 12.

And let me tell you. I have suffered. The PAIN of watching Jang Ha Ri (who I really want to like, mind you) and Kim Min Joon doing their stupid flirty thing. Maybe it's because I haven't finished the drama, but I feel like Ha Ri is being done dirty. And without even mentioning the surprisingly homoerotic bromance of said Kim Min Joon and Choi Kang Woo.

Since you are the reason I started watching Mad Dog in the 1st place (curse my similar taste), I'm ranting to you. I know you have no particular obligation to reply. :) But these are my thoughts, and I must tell them to someone because I don't know anyone else who watches this drama, and the tumblr tag for it is a vacuum. Let the rant commence.

How could the writers do this to Jang Ha Ri's character?? Maybe it's just bc I haven't gotten to that part yet, but she barely got any backstory, and I'm 3/4 of the way through this drama. Just a couple lines abt her father being saved by Kang Woo. And that's it. That's it! Even Cheetah got a friggin flashback. Even though he's a less significant character. (Pardon me, Cheetah, but it's true.) Since she has no backstory, her character feels rather ungrounded. We, the audience, don't really know who she is w/o the two main leads. With every other character, we know who they are on their own, because they got a rather thorough backstory.

But Jang Ha Ri has barely any, which I think is strange, since she's pretty important. Therefore, whenever I see her on screen, I just can't connect with her. In the beginning of the drama, I was like "wow, this is such a good setup for her character! i can't wait to see what the writers do with her". But now I'm 3/4 of the way through this drama, and she's got almost nothing. That causes me to feel like she's been shortchanged, and that her relationship with the other characters (especially Min Joon) is built on a foundation of sand. They told us abt her background, but they didn't show it, which kinda invalidates her relationships w/ other characters, because she's barely a character by herself. That's not to say that she doesn't have personality, but we don't understand her on her own, we can only access her thoughts when she's with the two male leads, or doing smth for them, etc.

She can't have a romantic relationship with someone else if the audience doesn't know who she is on her own. (Kinda like how, in real life, you have to know who you are and love yourself before you can love someone else.) That's why her and Min Joon's relationship feels so insincere, because in it she's basically just Min Joon's love interest. As you can tell, I'm a lil salty.

And on top of all that, Min Joon and Kang Woo have such promise as a couple!!!!! Kang Woo choked Min Joon up against a wall. (parallels to the Devil Judge) They were living together. For God's sake, Min Joon cooked Kang Woo a thank-you meal for caring enough about him to check on him when he was in trouble, for saving his life. How Min Joon looked so crushed when Kang Woo told him they weren't living together! And I can't even read any fanfics about it, since there's literally only 3 fanfics for their pairing on ao3! And none of them are written the way I think the characters should be written. So I may have to write a fanfic for them myself, since I need them to kiss.

For my ask, I request a few words of comfort involving Min Joon and Kang Woo. I would ask for a short lil drabble where they're happy together, but if that isn't smth you want to do, just pretend I never asked. Just say "They kissed and lived happily ever after. The end." Those words from you would bring me great happiness in my time of sorrow.

Ever your faithful reader,

Sofapup

(P.S. And btw 39 of WHTD was heartwrenching and I loved it sm and I cried why do you do this to me)

I'm sorry this took a little longer to answer than usual but when I got this ask, you were actually ahead of me in the drama since I've been putting it off for so long x'D So I had to wait until I had also finished episode 12, just in case there was some important information there that might influence my reply.

Also, I want to point out that I never actually told anyone to watch Mad Dog since I still haven't finished it myself. So you only have yourself to blame, my friend ;)

ANYHOW. Your feelings about Ha Ri mirror my own. She is done SO dirty. I was SO EXCITED when she first showed up because it seemed like she was going to be a really interesting character, but, pretty soon, I realised how wrong I was. I agree that they've given her almost no backstory whatsoever and so nothing she says or does feels truly anchored in anything. And she fluctuates wildly between confident badass and flustered damsel in distress in a way that's genuinely baffling to me.

Like, in episode 12 when she got chased into a dead-end by the baddie and everyone was freaking out — including her. But, like, my dudes. Did you all forget how she literally parkoured her way down a three-story building in episode 1? Her ability to climb and acrobat her way out of trouble has been firmly established. But now she can't even climb the pile of rubble in front of the one-story house she's caught next to? What the actual fuck is going on?

I am FURIOUS on her behalf.

And that is actually one of the reasons why I'm having trouble getting through this drama. That and the general inconsistent characterisation (not just Ha Ri), plus the shoehorned flirting. The general plot and setup of the drama are fine and I like quite a lot the characters and their relationships, but it's also forcing a lot of confusing and contradicting information in my face in a way that instantly makes my hackles rise. It feels almost clumsily unprofessional?

Like, don't get me wrong — I'm still enjoying most of this drama and I'm pretty sure I'll finish it — but dear LORD is the characterisation bad in some cases. At this point, I think I can say I'm pretty good at characters without that being taken as bragging, yeah? I have a pretty easy time pinning down their personalities, behaviour etc. etc. And when I can't it's usually a bad sign because, nine times out of ten, that means your characters are inconsistent. Either because the writer doesn't have a clear picture of who they are, or because they keep making the characters do things they usually wouldn't because they want to advance the plot (poor Ha Ri suffers from both, I'm afraid to say).

That's not to say that a character has to be predictable. Kang Yo Han is a good example of a character who was unpredictable enough that I couldn't say for sure I understood him until I had watched the whole thing. I needed all the information before I could form a clear picture. But, even then, he was consistent in his characterisation throughout the entire drama. To be honest, he's one of the most consistent characters I've ever seen, especially since, even on a rewatch, his actions don't change. You understand his motivations better, sure, but his actions are exactly the same and that, right there, is something I am in awe of. Even the impulsivity, recklessness, viciousness, sudden swings in direction — all of it was consistent in the end because his core personality and values were. Kang Yo Han is a marvellous character from a craft perspective.

But in Mad Dog? Shit's all over the place for the majority of the characters. The most solid ones are the bad guys since their core personality trait is "hilariously evil." Which might not be a very nuanced personality, but at least it's consistent. Almost everyone else has been forced to be out of character for convenient plot purposes at some point.

And the worst crimes by far are committed against Ha Ri and Min Joon in order to force their romance. Now, don't get me wrong — I LOVE romance and the actors have some pretty nice chemistry — but none of it really fits. Not with the rest of the story, the pacing of the rest of the story, the (small amount of) backstory we get for the two of them, the tone of the rest of the story, or the initial characterisation we were given. It feels like a literal case of "here is a male and a female of roughly the same age and now we need to make them kiss because heteronormativity" with no thought to how to actually make it believable. So they cram in cutesy and supposedly romantic scenes (often with Min Joon feeling a really confusing need to protect Ha Ri? Even if she could literally kick his ass? But because she's a woman he has to I guess?) that either happen out of the blue or just way too early in their relationship for it to be believable and it just annoys me so much.

I swear, after the car explosion thing in... can't remember the episode. But Kang Woo drags Min Joon out of the burning car, yeah? And Ha Ri shows up and FOR SOME GODDAMN REASON pulls the unconscious and clearly injured Min Joon into her arms? Ma'am. Girlfriend. Bestie. He's got a bleeding head injury — possibly also a neck injury. Maybe don't move him more than necessary? Also, isn't he a conman? As in, the type of person you claim to hate most because of your tragic past? Why are you suddenly pulling him into your arms like he's your injured boyfriend? He was fine just lying on the ground, I promise. This really isn't necessary.

And THEN you find out it's because she needed to get blood on her jacket so that Min Joon could get worried and ask her about it when he was at the hospital later and she could tell him she was fine because it was all his but ooooh loooook, he caaaares about her! Isn't that cuuuuuute?

Someone please put me out of my misery.

I legit had to pause the episode and just stare out into space for a couple of seconds when that happened because that's just SUCH TERRIBLE WRITING. I can do better than that and writing isn't even my job! It made NO sense for her to act the way she did and it honestly just made her look stupid. All for a clumsy attempt at furthering her romance with Min Joon? I am FUMING.

(Is the script forcing you to be stupid, Ha Ri? Blink twice if you need me to come save you)

And the forced romance between Ha Ri and Min Joon is only made more hilarious by how effortless his connection is with Kang Woo. It's more consistent with their characters, consistent with the overall pacing, and genuinely more interesting. And it just baffles me how completely off the mark the writer was since Kang Woo is getting all the important emotional scenes with Min Joon, not Ha Ri.

Like, the scenes where Min Joon is vulnerable and talking about his childhood and dead brother? Which would be great in order to build trust between him and Ha Ri? He's having all of those scenes with Kang Woo. Which I don't mind, of course (it's HILARIOUSLY gay) but that just proves that the romance between Min Joon and Ha Ri was an afterthought and the build-up of it was just slapped on without much thought to the characters. It's romance for the romance's sake. Because the actual building of a relationship, sharing of emotions, of grief and painful memories? Min Joon doesn't do that nearly enough with Ha Ri to make the romance stick, especially due to the aforementioned problem with her having too little backstory and firm ground to stand on. He honestly has more connection, more in common, AND more chemistry with Kang Woo.

So, long story short, I feel your pain. Ha Ri is being treated so, so unfairly and it makes me so angry. But, on the other hand, I find the gay romance brewing between Kang Woo and Min Joon absolutely amazing. And, to my surprise, I might just have to retract my earlier statement about the writer not having any idea about how gay this is. Because I actually went to check who the screenwriter was and turns out it's the same woman who worked on Beyond Evil. Which I have not seen but reports tell me it's hella gay. So, tbh, the gay might not be as unintentional as I first thought?

Like, I obviously don't know this woman but it would be HILARIOUS if she's just sneaking gay shit into her shows and subtly sabotaging the straight romances by making them this shitty. I know we're reaching conspiracy theory levels here but I would definitely do that if I were her.

Thank you for your service, ma'am.

(Too bad you write such shitty female characters, at least in this drama)

Anyway. I'm genuinely confused by the tone of Mad Dog because they play it very straight (pun intended). I mean, looking at The Devil Judge I think it's pretty clear that there's a cheeky little undertone of "we know what we're doing but we're not going to say outright what it is — if you know, you know ;)" But in Mad Dog? They don't even really address the fact that Kang Woo and Min Joon have all the deep, emotional scenes while Min Joon and Ha Ri only get cringey and clumsy "romantic" scenes. But Min Joon and Ha Ri is the endgame?

While Kang Woo is probably meant to become a substitute older brother to Min Joon or something? But I really question why they had that whole "whoops, Min Joon accidentally impersonated Kang Woo's wife there for a second" plotline in that case. Man, I was laughing so hard x'D Like, Kang Woo outright says that Min Joon is the first person to cook for him and share a meal with him in that apartment since his wife died.

Sir. I... don't think you realise how unintentionally gay that sounds.

(But maybe your writer does. I'm keeping my eyes on you, ma'am)

Because if Min Joon had been a woman? That admission would have been taken as a hint of something romantic possibly brewing between them. Not necessarily that Min Joon was taking Kang Woo's wife's place, but stepping up as the next candidate, at the very least. And I find that absolutely HILARIOUS.

Okay, this is getting really, really long. As you can see, I also have A LOT of thoughts on Mad Dog x'D But also, as mentioned, I haven't finished it yet and if I ever were to write anything (which I honestly can't promise since it depends on how the drama ends and what my (already packed) schedule looks like) it wouldn't be able to until I have. But trust me when I say that I am quite intrigued to see where this goes — even if it means I have to suffer through the shoehorned flirting between Min Joon and Ha Ri.

(For the record, I am ANNOYED by how much I dislike those scenes. I WANT to like their romance! But it just feels so, so incredibly clumsy and forced and I, unfortunately, have standards. So it's a no from me so far)

Also, fun fact: I started Mad Dog as a palette cleanser after a lot of gay romance dramas, wanting something different. And, I mean, a story about life insurance fraud can't be gay, can it? So I went in with the best and purest intentions.

But then I started watching and somewhere around the point where Kang Woo slams Min Joon up against a wall for the first time I just put my head in my hands. Because I could see where this was going.

And then I made the mistake of looking up the poster for the drama and, I swear, I was beginning to have war flashbacks.

That's not gay at all.

And this isn't even the first time this has happened to me

Or even the second, third, fourth, or fifth. I think I'm up to seven or something? At this point, there's a joke amongst my friends that I have a gaydar meant specifically to locate gay dramas that aren't actually gay dramas — especially when I'm not actually looking for them.

It's a weird superpower to have, but there you go.

ANYHOW. Yes. Good luck with finishing this drama, I guess? I'll try to do the same but, considering my current pace, I can't say when I will. It's a bit of a drag sometimes, not going to lie. But I do like the plot and characters enough to want to see through to the end.

Also, I'm so glad you liked chapter 39 of Who Holds the Devil! Thank you! Now take care, darling 💜

[elvisabutler]

could i possibly request more gun kink pls? 🙏🙏🙏

red brass

summary: elvis loves you or at least likes you. elvis learns things on the road. elvis likes to have the girl he likes try the new things he thinks he'll like with him. you allow it. fandom: elvis presley | elvis 2022 pairing: elvis presley x female reader rating: m word count: 3408 just i don't know what happens. i don't know why i write 3k gun kink fics. warnings: gun kink. use of a gun in penetrative ways. guns. implied masturbation ( m ). implied future oral ( f ). technically defined as masturbation or maybe fucking ( f ). dubious, and i mean very dubious consent. 50s era elvis being a little shit. infidelity ( elvis to the reader ). southern accents being mildly butchered. faintly erring toward a sub elvis, while also somehow being a dom elvis, it's nebulous honestly. me implying that texans love their guns a lil' too much. use of nicknames ( honey, darlin', baby. ) and 'vis. no use of y/n. i think that might be everything? author's note: hi anon, i know who you are and i love you. i hope you enjoy this fic that essentially is a prequel-ish, a spiritual prequel to gunmetal. and me basically going, i guess i'm gonna write 50s elvis with a gun kink. generally speaking i don't even know what has come over me with this, i'm just gonna take y'all along for a ride. watch me inevitably write army e or hollywood e with gun kink.

You know you can find a better guy, or at least you think you can, because there's something that makes men- little boys want to prove themselves after they find out you're with Elvis Presley. You're fairly certain that you could at least find a guy who would be there more often than Elvis is, you could find a guy who could take you out on regular dates and could eat dinner with your parents and- maybe even get married to you sooner rather than later. The problem is, you're never quite sure you want to find that guy, never quite certain if that sort of guy would be better than Elvis. For all Elvis is a selfish young man— the kind who will take take take from his girlfriends as much as he gives gives gives- he's also a good man. He's a better man than half the boys who sniff around you, the little hound dogs as you and Elvis like to call them. So it's always a whispered "honey, ya ain't gonna leave me are ya? gonna be comin' home soon and we'll have some fun. gonna show those dogs who they'd be fightin' wit' for ya."

Your friends think you're being silly, waiting on Elvis, thinking he's remaining faithful to you while on the road. Your mama thinks the same thing and god help you even Miss Gladys agrees. She loves her son, she does, but she knows- oh she knows how he's been calling her less and less and knows that can't mean a single good thing. Can't mean anything good for anyone involved. But when her little boy calls you or calls her he's always reassuring you both that the girls don't mean nothin'. He's jus' lonely and he can't take he can't take the love of his life or his mama wit' him so sometimes- sometimes there's a girl in the hotel. June says you shouldn't forgive him when he admits it the first time but you've never been like June, never been as strong as June is and maybe— maybe that's why Elvis liked you so much. You're not June but you're just close enough that he can still have her with the parts that don't fit his life removed. Selfish, but he's never claimed to be a saint, hell no one's ever claimed he's a saint.

The thing is- you've gotten used to him talking to you over the phone about things that don't always happen. Sometimes it's just about his dreams, about his plans for what he's gonna do the second he sees you. Sometimes it's plans for how he's gonna take you out on the next tour, he doesn't care how it looks, he misses ya widdle pussy and everyone already knows he's got a girl, it won't matter seeing ya on the tour. You're expecting tonight to be just the same, another night of promises he can't keep even though he'll be home tomorrow night for at least a week or two. Tonight, though, tonight, he surprises you.

"Baby? Ya- Whatcha got planned for tomorrow? Nothin' fancy right?" He murmurs into the phone, his breath hitching in a way you know doesn't mean anything good.

You hum softly, shifting in your bed a little. "Planned on jus' lettin' ya go home to ya parents, honey, why?"

"Wanna- Ya gonna think I'm crazy but wanna try somethin' wit' ya tomorrow night. Think you'll like it." He sounds excitable in a way that means you're gonna regret telling him no if you do. He'll every bit of the young man he is, the yittle boy who wants so much and now that he's got a taste of people saying yes, yes, yes, he doesn't necessarily want to hear no on something he truly wants. "Ya gonna say yes, ain't ya?"

A sigh leaves your lips as you debate with yourself, debate if you can chance saying no before settling on the a yes that's filled with such trepidation you worry he'll still want to argue with you. "'Course I am, darlin'. Tell me, 'Vis, whatcha plannin' on doin' wit' me. Gonna take me somewhere and have us play there? We gonna have fun in the car?"

The tone you manage is light and playful— or at least as close to it as you can manage before you hear Elvis's laugh. It's a laugh you've never heard from him and one that worries you. It sounds a little demonic if you were being perfectly honest, but you trust Elvis for the most part. He loves you and wouldn't purposefully hurt you and maybe it's just a mean idea. One he shouldn't be asking you but he's going to because he knows you're better than all those girls on the road.

"Ya ever played wit' ya daddy's guns, darlin'? Ever felt the metal on ya? It's cold on ya skin, ya know." He muses, like he's put it on his skin and a rush of jealousy rears its ugly head at the idea that maybe just maybe some other girl has gotten to see this. Or maybe he's done this to another girl. You almost miss his next words. "Bet it'd make your chest- make those pretty nipples of your stand right up. Be beggin' for me to suck on 'em."

Your pussy clenches at his words and you can't help how your breath catches. "You'd- I've never— What are ya sayin', Elvis Presley?"

Almost his full name because you're so taken aback by what he's saying. You're imagining this or he's playing a joke on you, trying to get some sort of rise with you. He wouldn't dream of saying this and honestly meaning it. Let alone telling you over the phone like this, it's almost as if he's warnin' you about this but— why? Why would he want to warn you about something like this.

"Honey, I— down here in Texas they— their girls are wild, ya know? Thought it was jus' the women but no it's girls your age too, ya know? Somethin' 'bout this air that makes 'em do things I ain't ever seen another girl do. And I was talkin' to someone 'bout the gun he had on his holster, prettiest thing I ever did see other than you, darlin'. Told me 'bout how his girlfriend— or maybe it was his fiancée played wit' it." Elvis's voice sounds simultaneously like he's nervous to bring this up to you while also taking on this certain element of delight. Certain pleasure in telling you about this person. "Inside of her."

"Inside of— Now I know you aren't— You mean inside her—" You cough, because you are not some wilting little girl. You are Elvis Presley's girlfriend and you can be a big girl about this. "You mean she put it inside of her vagina?" The last word is whispered almost as if you're scared your parents are going to hear or if it'll make it more real to say it out loud.

Elvis chuckles softly, more of a huff of a laugh than anything else before he responds back with any words. "She did. He said he watched her and said she— She liked it. Told 'im it was even better than when he fucked her."

The image of Elvis pumping his gun in and out of you like he would his cock has you dropping the phone for a second in pure shock. The way you can feel your arousal starting to pool between your legs has you biting your lips and shifting in your bed, your thighs gliding together as your breathing changes just slightly. You know Elvis can tell from how he growls into the phone. He may be a dumb yittle boy sometimes but he knows you just as well as you know him now. "You don't really want me to do that when you get home, do you 'Vis?"

"I think ya wanna do it for me, honey. Think if I was there I'd see ya looking like a damn cricket, sliding your legs together. Just one time, baby? One time and if we don't like it, I ain't ever gonna bring it up again. For me? For us?" He sounds so small when he asks, but you know better, it's him trying to charm you, trying to seem all innocent when you both know he hasn't been innocent since the first time he went on tour or the first time a girl batted her eyelashes and said hello.

Your only response is a simple okay before you move onto better topics. Less arousing topics.

Your parents are used to Elvis whisking you away for any number of things so when he comes home the next night, they don't bat an eyelash at him taking you with him to Graceland with promises about how you'll be in another room and his mama won't let him do anything untoward to you. Nevermind that when Miss Gladys sees you it's for the briefest of moments as her son whisks you up the stairs and has you pinned against the door, hands roaming every inch of your skin threatening to set it on fire as he kisses your lips and your neck. He's needy tonight and you don't know if it's because of what you promised him or if he missed you just that much. You feel a hard mass near his leg and you can't help but wonder if it's his cock or the gun because you haven't seen a holster or anything that shows off a gun. Despite your better judgment when he pulls away and you are nuzzling at his nose you give him a nervous grin and whisper a joke.

"That your gun, 'Vis? Or are ya jus' happy to see lil ole me?" A laugh escapes his lips at the same time one escapes yours before he moves to try and pull down your skirts.

"Lil' of both, honey," he practically coos at you when your skirt comes down and you're standing there in your half unbuttoned shirt and your underwear. "Wanna see ya naked for this. Get the full effect."

You bite your lip, your nervousness finally fully peeking through. It's not as if you've never been naked with Elvis, it's not as if he's never seen you completely laid bare underneath him or above him but this is different. Something about this makes you feel raw and exposed like a live wire. A shiver escapes you as Elvis tilts his head just a little bit. 

“Don’t— Ain’t nothin’ we haven’t shown each other, baby. I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Gonna make ya feel good. Gonna have ya feeling the hot and cold’s what they said,” his hands ghost over your waist before he slides his hands under your shirt to pull it off of you, kissing along the skin he’s exposing bit by bit. “Ya wanna take off my clothes, honey? That gonna make ya feel better? Give ya somethin’ to settle the shakes ya got like ya had the first time we did it in the Cadillac?”

Your hand clenches into a fist before you nod, moving to undo his belt with a speed that embarrasses you a little bit until you hear him laughing softly above you. He finds it endearing, your eagerness or your nervousness and somehow that settles something in you, makes this seem less terrifying. Elvis may have asked you something that’s a mighty strange request but he’s still your Elvis. He wouldn’t hurt you, not intentionally. It doesn’t take too long before you manage to get him out of all his clothes, watching as his muscles twitch under your touch and how the moment you step out of your undergarments his cock twitches so violently in the confines of his underwear he hisses when he gets to pull them off, cursing at his foreskin. The gun is sitting on the bed and you stare at it as Elvis moves behind you cupping your breasts and kissing along your neck slowly, trying to settle you like a scared animal. 

“It ain’t loaded, honey, just— this one time, ‘member? We jus’ gonna try it, see if those Texans know somethin’ we don’t.” His voice is low enough to be crooning at you and you feel your body lean up against him, relax up against him. “You get to do it, baby. Just, do what ya want with the gun.”

It takes you a minute or maybe five of just relaxing against him to get up the nerve to crawl on his bed and prop yourself on his pillows.The gun feels heavy in your hand but you’re pretty sure you’re just imagining it as you let the metal touch your neck— your overheated neck— and whimper at the coolness of it. Elvis settles himself at the end of the bed, eyes watching how your nipples are already pebbling before the gun even touches them. You let your legs fall open to give him a better view and you hear a grunt that has you looking up at your boyfriend’s lower lip between his teeth.

“Already gettin’ shiny down there. Glowin’ in the moonlight, darlin’. Wanna- Gonna taste all that later, if ya don’t leave it all over the bed.”

You clench around nothing at the words and Elvis reaches out to touch you before you shake your head, “no, wanna— you wanna see me play wit’ this. Wanna see me play wit’ this like they did. No- You don’t get to touch.” 

The funny thing is, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Elvis react as quick as he does in that moment. You don’t think you’ve ever seen your boyfriend respond to something you’ve told him to do as quick as he does in that exact moment. His hand goes directly to his own lap as he nods, whining just a little as he does and you have to bite back the soft giggle that threatens to escape you. The gun though, the sharp coolness of the metal helps you, helps distract you from giggling even if as the gun glides across your nipple you cry out almost in agony. Elvis had been right, they were practically begging to be sucked, to be warmed by his tongue and his mouth. Anything would be better than the bite of the metal, the brush of the barrel against them. Elvis doesn’t make a move though, you had told him not to touch and he was being good even as his hand strayed to his cock, playing with it, his thumb brushing over the tip as he pulled his foreskin back. 

Focusing on him made things worse and somehow better, made you wish you had told him he could touch, made you wish he would was moving the gun himself but he told you this was your call, you were in control of what happened with the gun. Small whimpers leave your lips as you try and keep your legs open, practically trying to grind on the air as you slide the gun down down down your torso. You stop just shy of your vagina, your hand shaking a little before you hear Elvis’s voice.

“Ya— Ya good, darlin’?” His question is asked a little shakily but it makes you realize you aren’t the only nervous one here, or maybe he’s just so turned on he can’t speak straight. It doesn’t matter, you don’t think, not with how it calms you just so. “Ya want my help? Want me to hold it for ya?”

“Please?” Your answer comes out rushed and so quiet that you feel the rush and heat of embarrassment as you shiver from it. You want to do this, but it’s not something you’ve ever done and it’s new. For both of you, you hope. Elvis moves closer to you, deciding that sitting next to you might be the best position for this so he can watch and still help you. You move to take your hand off the gun, thinking he wants complete control before he links your fingers together and places both your hands on the gun. You’re still in control with just a little help from him. 

You take your hand that’s not on the gun and use it you spread yourself open, making sure there’s enough of a glide from your arousal- a forgone conclusion you think- to help with the gun brushing against your cunt— your vagina— your whatever the two of you want to call it. As your fingers start to play with your clit you feel the brush of the metal finally sliding down and against your clit. A groan leaves your lips as you grind down automatically, craving something to finally give you some proper friction. It’s cold but it doesn’t have the same bite as it did against your nipples, no it’s almost as if the burning heat that keeps growing between your legs offsets it, allows the gun to be heated quicker than it ever would be outside of you. Elvis’s lips brush against the shell of your ear. “Ya ready baby? Ready to take it inside?”

A hum is all you can manage, too anxious and excited all at once to trust anything other than a whimper to leave your mouth if you open it. Elvis knows you though, knows you like the back of his hand or like his guitar and he pushes the gun inside you, slowly but surely, watching the barrel disappear in between your legs as you practically keen at the sensation. It’s the metal contrasting with your skin, with your arousal with everything. It feels like it shouldn’t be up there while feeling less filling than Elvis ever has been. You rock a little against it as part of it brushes against your clit or maybe that’s just yours and Elvis’s hands. At some point you shut your eyes, not because you didn’t want to watch, but because the sensation feels better when you don’t see it, it keeps you grounded in a way having your eyes open doesn’t. Elvis’s voice seems so far away even as you rock against the gun. Had this been what the women were talking about? Did they feel like this too? Powerful and yet stripped bare knowing what was between their legs sliding in and out of their most private parts? 

“Christ they weren’t lyin’ ya look fuckin’. Gonna hafta help me wit’ what’s ‘tween my legs, honey. Wanna taste ya after this- wanna have ya all night. Missed ya and now ya doin’ this? Fuckin’ perfect for me. Best girl I coulda asked for. Ya gonna— Ya hear how ya sound?” His words are slurred against your ear and you do hear yourself, hear how the gun squelches and squishes between your folds and you whine, your head turning trying to bury your head into Elvis’s shoulder even if it should be impossible. Your brain and your heart and your ears register him shushing you, telling you he’s gotcha, telling you how he wants to see you come like this and that does it. You clench around the barrel and a soundless scream leaves your mouth as your orgasm rips through you and leaves you shaking and twitching against Elvis. There’s a warmth next to your leg and you open your eyes to see Elvis’s own release against your leg as he flushes under your gaze. 

Almost as if he wants to distract you he starts to pull the gun out and you shut your eyes at the sensation before opening them back up again when you hear the pop of it being pulled completely out of you. It takes you and Elvis a few minutes after he tosses the gun to the side before you speak. 

“Can’t do that again tonight.” But perhaps another night, your mind thinks as you move to play with Elvis’s cock.

His hand moves to swat your hand away as he slinks down the bed and puts himself at eye level with your vagina. “Don’t want ya to,” he pauses, licking his lips as you allow your legs to fall open just a hair. “Gonna taste ya though. See if ya taste any different.”

You don't.

[wavernot4love]

thursrochester 7.16 wavernot4love lil recap

(the continuation of the tradition anyone who has ever scrolled upon my blog likely knew would be coming post-show)

- first of all. APPLICATION!!!! i can't not start this off with Her. my first time hearing her!!!! also, the spark/moment chanty part!!! i was too busy having the time of me life to film it but god that bit rocked

- i mentioned earlier today that the initial 5 song run on the setlist of workforce, cross out the eyes, signals, standing on the edge of summer, and jbny may kill me. i was right. thursdudes were out for blood with that one.

- speaking of thursdudes (thursday, the people) they very much knew what they were doing with the house music. in fear and faith (the song). a coheed deep cut i actually didn't know that immediately went into my dunesverse playlist. amen.

- smiley stage geoff will forever be my favorite thing. i do not say this in a borderline creepy uwu way i simply mean it's contagious and genuinely admirable. i love watching that dude do his thing

- that reminds me, definitely the smallest venue i've seen thursday in. which fits the theme of these shows. i really enjoyed that honestly, and i love how close you are to the stage at montage. with the exception of when i hopped in the pit on occasion, i was mostly around the second/third person from the front so it was awesome to just have that back and forth dynamic with geoff being right there all night.

- throwing it out there that i have no idea where this new tucker aesthetic came from (has it been a thing lately?) but i dig it (you can see him in the back of this pic, peep the all pink jumpsuit & pink "TR" tape)

- we got running from the rain!!! full circle moment since i haven't heard that since my first thursset, at adjacent last year. also fast to the end came back home. as she should.

- tim kasher. god bless. admittedly cursive have been sitting in my list of bands to get into so i did not actually Know anything, but i really like the guy and will have to peep his setlist so i know where 2 start. truly enjoyed his set.

- mercy union from nj were great as well. they mentioned growing up in nj they learned from thursday that the moment you walk into a show, nothing outside of it matters. that's how i certainly feel, and felt 2nite.

- my only sad things are 1. the epic crossover did not in fact happen (everyone cleared out really quickly after the show, it's not like folks were waiting for them or anything). someday. and 2. we didn't get at this velocity :-( but i will live

also i just feel the need to share before i go that i am Still Here street parked by the venue (white awning on the right) as i type this. This is where i type these things from. the party ended two hours ago but he's still very much here.

anyways, goodnight, i'm going 2 actually head home shortly, i can't wait for the next thursshow (and that crossover, whenever it does happen), as always, get out to the thursshow when it comes your way, and do stream

[enternights]

⸻  𝖩𝖮𝖲𝖤𝖯𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖤 ‘ 𝖩𝖮𝖲𝖨𝖤 ’ 𝖪𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖸,  a  twenty six  year  old,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  her  whole  life.  the  drama  queen  is  known  for  being  blunt  and  gregarious  and  is  often  associated  with  lipstick  marks  on  glass  rims,  smoke  rising  from  a  blown  out  scented  candle,  hushed  whispers  aired  out  on  a  loudspeaker.  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  a  vocalist  at  redstone  bar  word  travels  fast.  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  redacted.

𝖮𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖵𝖨𝖤𝖶.

full  name.　josephine ambrosia kelly aliases.　josie ( by everyone ) birthdate.　27th july  (  26  ) hometown.　red creek, mi gender + pronouns.　cis woman + she/her orientation.　bisexual zodiac.　leo occupation.　vocalist at redstone bar face claim.　coco jones parallels.　galinda upland ( wicked ) / holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffany's ) / fujiko mine ( lupin the third ) / gretchen wieners ( mean girls ) / tinkerbell ( peter pan )

𝖠𝖡𝖮𝖴𝖳.

outspoken  and  outgoing,  josie  has  made  a  name  for  herself  as  the  town's  biggest  drama  queen.  known  for  making  a  big  deal  out  of  the  smallest  issues,  she  starts  things  and  never  ends  them  —  she  definitely  would  have  gotten  into  more  trouble  if  not  for  the  fact  that  she's  the  sheriff's  daughter.

growing  up  in  a  home  where  she  wasn't  given  much  attention,  she  knew  she  had  to  look  for  it  elsewhere.  she's  fostered  all  kinds  of  relationships,  to  the  point  where  everyone  has  at  least  one  story  to  tell  about  her,  positive,  negative,  or  otherwise.

a  drama  queen  in  more  ways  than  one.  josie  fell  in  love  with  musical  theater  when  she  was  a  child,  and  from  there  decided  that's  what  she  wanted  to  pursue.  she  went  on  to  attend  a  performing  arts  college  where  she  flourished,  and  for  a  brief  moment  she  truly  believed  that  she  could  make  it.

as  cruel  fate  would  have  it,  josie's  broadway  dreams  went  unrealized.  she  struggled  with  her  career  post-college,  and  after  a  crisis  that  took  a  toll  on  her  mental  health,  she  made  the  ultimate  decision  to  return  home.

for  the  last  few  years,  josie  has  instead  made  use  of  her  talents  as  the  vocalist  of  redstone  bar's  house  band.  it's  not  exactly  where  she  wants  to  be,  but  it's  something.  she  still  clings  on  to  the  hope  that  she  can  leave  red  creek  again,  but  with  every  day  that  passes,  it  slowly  begins  to  fade.

𝖳𝖨𝖣𝖡𝖨𝖳𝖲.

theater  kid  and  baby  it  SHOWS  !  it  gets  annoying  really  quickly  but  you're  legally  required  to  not  be  because  she  misses  the  stage  and  if  she  thinks  about  not  being  able  to  perform  for  too  long  it  will  send  her  down  another  depressive  spiral  ^_^

big  on  astrology  but  doesn't  actually  fully  understand  it.  all  she  knows  is  that  she's  a  leo  so  that  means  pearl  vc  she's  a  starrrrrrr  !  she's  also  the  type  to  put  blind  faith  in  zodiac  compatibilities  so  capricorns  don't  hit  her  up  (  or  do  and  prove  her  wrong  . . .  )

josie  is  the  proud  fur  parent  of  a  teeny  lil  baby  chihuahua  named  pretzel  <3  she  adopted  him  from  a  shelter  in  detroit  about  five  years  ago  and  he  has  3  million  health  problems  and  looks  stupid  as  hell  but  she  loves  him  and  will  fight  anyone  who  looks  at  him  the  wrong  way.

a  hopeless  romantic  . . .  sigh  . . . thinks  everyone  who  looks  at  her  general  direction  is  The  One  and  she  has  no  self-preservation  so  she  gets  her  heart  broken  time  and  time  again  and  the  cycle  will  keep  repeating  forever  until  she  raises  her  standards.  which  is  never.

[scoobydoodean]

❤️ Dean's friends and family and strangers and everyone loving him ❤️

Season 1

Masterpost here (still being updated)

1.01 "Pilot": Sam agrees to help look for John not because he thinks John is actually hurt (he thinks he's probably on a bender) or because Dean needs his help (he insists Dean can find John on his own) but because Dean admits he doesn't want to be alone. Sam agrees to go on the case just because he loves Dean and knows he's lonely.

1.02: Haley gives him a little kiss at the end of the episode and he goes: 😳

1.03 "Dead In The Water": Dean builds a bond with Lucas by empathizing with his trauma. Lucas begins communicating with Dean through art—the first attempt he's made to communicate with anyone since his father's death. By the end of the episode, he is talking again, and insists on making sandwiches for Sam and Dean to enjoy on the road, and is Dean's lil' buddy. :)

1.05 "Bloody Mary": "You're my brother and I'd die for you." - Sam <3

1.11 "Scarecrow": Sam is determined to find John, but after talking to Dean over the phone, when Dean stops picking up calls, Sam becomes worried and leaves the bus station to find Dean, telling Meg simply, "He's my family". At the end of the episode, Sam then tells Dean when Dean asks if he wants to be dropped off somewhere, "Jess and Mom—they’re both gone. Dad is God knows where. You and me. We’re all that’s left. So, if we’re gonna see this through, we’re gonna do it together."

1.12 "Faith" #1: Dean is dying and has immediately accepted it. When Dean tells Sam he just needs to accept that Dean is going to die, because there is nothing Sam can do to stop Dean from dying, Sam just says, "Watch me."

1.12 "Faith" #2: Dean has an instant connection with Layla. Even though Dean did things that should have antagonized her (like interrupting her healing, getting healed before her) she had nothing but love for him.

1.13 "Route 666": Deancassie Deancassie Deancassie Deancassie Deancassie Deancassie Deancassie

1.14 "Nightmare": Sam is suddenly able to use previously untapped his psychic abilities in an adrenaline rush in response to seeing a vision where Dean dies. His desire to save Dean causes him to be able to move a huge piece of furniture blocking the door out of the closet.

1.16 "Shadow": While gently telling Dean that he has every intention of going back to school, Sam says, "Dean, we are a family. I'd do anything for you."

1.21 "Salvation" #1: Sam says, "Dean...ah...I wanna thank you.... For everything. You've always had my back you know? Even when I couldn't count on anyone I could always count on you. And ah...I don't know I just wanted to let you know, Just in case."

1.21 "Salvation" #2": Sam throws Dean up against a wall in a rage because Dean stopped him from running into a burning building to face the demon, and said their lives are more important than vengeance for the dead. Instead of matching Sam's anger, Dean speaks to him gently and gets through to Sam who realizes he is being destructive to himself and that they need to save John.

1.22 "Devil's Trap": #1 John takes back control of his body because of Dean's pleading.

1.22 "Devil's Trap" #2: Sam, who was previously set on valuing revenge on the demon over preserving his life or John's, is influenced by Dean's claims that revenge isn't worth it. As a result, he goes with Dean to save John from Meg instead of waiting for demons to show up (and probably dying) and he refuses to shoot John to kill Azazel. When John questions his actions, Sam says revenge is not above everything, and looks at Dean in the rearview mirror.

[taleswritten]

Ok please EXPLAIN who Cid & Clive are bc I’m starting to ship them bc of you (if you want, just tell me what fandom they’re from so I can read their whole history together)!!! 😪😤

ASKJJKSKJS I AM PLEASED TO HAVE YOU JOIN THE CIDCLIVE TRAIN.

okay so it's probably way easier to like watch a playthrough or wiki things. the fandom is fin.al fan.tasy 16 but i can give a lil run down

This is a world where magic and being bearers of magic is considered a bad thing and Dominants are often used as weapons of war (they can channel the magic of their eikons which are kind of like Gods, that's the closet way I can explain it).

Clive was branded and shoved into the Imperial Army by his mother at 15 because she hated him for not receiving the blessing of a Phoenix (one of the Eikons). Little does anyone know, Clive has the blessing of Ifrit.

Anyway getting sidetracked.

Clive is in the army, abused, tortured, and who knows what else until he is 28 where he meets Cid. Cid who is an Outlaw trying to bring about peace to the world and save the bearers and branded.

Cid shows up like a badass and saves Clive and Jill (someone Clive grew up with) and he takes them back to the hide out he's built, gives Clive a home, warm food, all for nothing in return which Clive has trouble processing at first. Clive even sort of becomes, the only way I can explain it is like a right hand man to Cid.

In my portrayal, Clive gets super attached super quick. He's in love with Cid (come on the gifs prove it!!) and it's clear Cid cares and/or loves Clive too. They're such a beautiful ship and Clive's utter faith and devotion to Cid kills me.

[nani-nonny]

First of all AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH A NEW CHAPTER!!! AND AFGER DAYS OF THE PREVIOUS ONE?!?! NANI YOU ARE SPOILING US SO HARD!!! AM FEELING LIKE ROYALTY!!🤍✨

Two, oh my god more reasons to feel complex towards F!Draxum, like if he kept on failing he may keep going on making more eggs until he reach a good results! Like this make me think; is this really worth it?? Is those trial and errors are worth it? Why making the baby?? Like each new information bring me back to the main question "Why making the baby in freaking apocalypse and a losing one at that?" (That if they were knowing they're losing).

I wasn't surprised when Lou after born or hatched was fragile because she didn't had nutritions to build her body, and probably won't be able to survive longer until the right ingredients or nutrients were given.

And a new surprised came to me! Leo LAID EGGS?!?!? That surprised me!!👀 this's like my very first read fic by you that pointed out something like this!! I don't know how i feel, definitely not negative but nit positive.. Maybe i actually don't have much thoughts about this? One thing for sure, Lil Leo will be surprised more then me!!🤣

Tho a point had been pointed out; how come baby lou have memories of things that don't or shouldn't exist in her memory?? At that point a thought came to mind; could F!Draxum planned to point out his memories onto baby Lou? In case F!Leo went to her memories he would see those??

After saving baby Lou from the near to death, seeing him trying to feed her and act like a baby was so so CUTE!!! Am sad he isn't around to talk with F!Leo.

Also this...

Is the most, funny thing ever lol!! I remembered that old story where a witch trap two siblings and try to feed them SO she can eat them!!

This exactly is what i want to know!! What Draxum is on to make a secret project, WHY he haven't told ANYBODY?!?! Why?!?!? But thinking about it, Draxum can't outright say "Am experimenting on children" and think he can go freely would he?

I honestly don't need a brain to know what he's up to lolol, he like thinking "do i... Or do i not..."

This gave me a thought as "would he reject lou because he already have CJ?" If this's right then that mean lou's existence depends on F!Leo acknowledging her as his child (something F!Leo was denying in the first few chapters lol).

This thought made me think of an answer as to why she was born "was Draxum realized Leo's obsession in its early days? And he made Baby Lou in case they were all dead including CJ? So F!Leo can have more reason to fight for in the war? Or even continue living?".

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS!!! YOU DON'T KNOW BUT WHEN IT COMES TO FATHER - DAUGHTER DYNAMICS I LOVE IT WHEN HER DAD CALLS HER PRINCESS!! BECAUSE SHE'S THE APPLE OF HIS EYES🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

I can imagine if F!Leo met F!Draxum he would scold him for not taking a good picture that shows his charm lolol.

God the end was like a movie's bad ending!! Not i mean it's bad but i mean it was hard to not feel intense, fear and emotions!!

Hehe now you have to wait weeks for the next chapter :D /j

I love how you have similar questions F!Leo has! Perfect! I love that it’s getting to you too! And yes, F!Draxum is so complex with his decisions! There are so many questions rising from his actions that don’t seem so linear. And unfortunately, from his monologue you can tell he knew the end was coming. He phrased it as “one-sided war” showing he doesn’t have faith that theyll win, which shows another reason why he created Baby Lou. He’s showing that with her creation he can hopefully form more hope to cling onto, other than giving F!Leo something else to fight for.

Yeah, having a baby in the middle of an alien apocalypse wasn’t the brightest decision anyone could have made. *looks at CJ and Baby Lou*

But on that note, yes! He laid eggs! It was mentioned in the previous chapter too hahaha! Although, this wasn’t stated anywhere, but F!Leonardo didn’t lay eggs once or twice every year like the typical freshwater turtles do. He laid eggs once every two or so years, but it wasn’t linear as it staggered a bit because of the apocalypse. And yippee! This is my first fic utilizing this headcanon! My other peepaws I didn’t really want to focus on that and left it for interpretation… but this one I HAD to point it out hehe

But aside from that… Lil Leo won’t exactly be surprised… *side-eyes excitedly*

Oh! Baby Lou having memories she “doesn’t” have! That was already solved by F!Leo! She was awake through all the memories we witnessed! She was just too weak to do anything or show much movement. So no, F!Draxum didn’t make any big-brained plans as if he foresaw F!Leo coming into her memories. Baby Lou is an observant little baby, which she gets from her father ;D she couldn’t do much but watch the small world around her

F!Draxum being grandpa to his granddaughter makes my heart warm :) he’s so sweet to her, and it really is a shame that F!Leo wasn’t there to witness it in person—in real life that is hehe

Oh! The story of the kids and the witch with the candy house? Is that how it goes? I can’t remember lol but haha ol’ grandpa Drax joking about not eating the baby is similar hehe

Exactly! “Why?” It’s so simple but not at the same time! F!Draxum you tease /j

Fun part about this is that it’s showing he’s hesitating… he knows what he’s doing isn’t “good”. But he has good intentions. “Do I or do I not?” is a big question for him. He’s trying to convince himself that what he’s doing is for a greater purpose, much like when he first created the turtles from Splinter’s DNA hehe

Yes! I’m glad you pointed that out! “Would F!Leo reject the baby as his own?” Which shows one of the many reasons why F!Draxum didn’t expose her existence! And it showed how much thought F!Draxum put into this experiment! He was right about F!Leo’s hesitance hehe

Yeah! Exactly! The reason for her existence isn’t pure, she wasn’t created because F!Draxum simply wanted grandchildren and the turtles weren’t pulling their weight (/j). She was made with a purpose. She was made as a “replacement” as F!Leo put it hehe

Father-daughter relationships :(((( they’re so cuties! His wee princesita hermosa! Although, this nickname won’t last long because he’s showing signs of discomfort in using it lol

Hahaha! I can see it now! F!Leo upset that F!Draxum didn’t get his good side! Good thing F!Draxum was sneaky in taking the photo lol it would’ve taken all day to get a good one

I’m glad you didn’t think it was bad! And perfect! I want you to feel those feelings! I want you to feel as uncertain and feeling complex feelings that F!Leo is feeling! Heheh it’s all according to plan