#im also just not on top of posting these lately

[everlastingserenitys]

BOUND BY THE CROWN

summ. If you could take the prince, why not also take your loyal servant too?

pairing. caleb x reader x sylus cw. threesome, princess!reader, prince!sylus, servant!caleb, oral, p in v, fingering, kissing, tension, switch!caleb, light possessiveness, some grammatical issues, kinda competitive, u nd Caleb had something before sylus btw, belly bulging.. 3.3k wc (sighs..) a/n. um... you could tell I was feeling it, so why not try this out (out of pure horniness) also idk why there was too much before they started fuckin I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO GET THERE IM SORRY.. and kind of late post urghh

“B-but miss! What about the prince? Wouldn't he be on his way soon?” Caleb stuttered as he watched you unbutton his top, snaking your fingers down his fragile body as every delicate touch made his words come out in a broken speech.

“They told me he’d come tomorrow, so why don't we just-”

Three knocks interrupted your speech and you turned your head to the door, asking who was there. When nobody was responding you sighed, getting off of Caleb and walked towards the door.

Your fingers grab onto the door knob and in a quick movement you pull open the door, being met with your father who was staring down at you with a concerned look.

“Yeah…?”

“Turns out the prince will be on his way in a couple of hours, so get ready.” he said, peering his gaze to Caleb who was still sitting on your bed as he was fixing the buttons on his shirt.

“…And don’t want you to keep your servants in your room unless they’re going to clean.” He mumbled, turning away from you and walked back to his room.

You angrily shut the door and walked towards Caleb who was still toying with the buttons on his shirt. He looked up at you and before he could say a word you crashed your lips on his.

“Wh-” Caleb tried to speak but it was impossible when your tongue was shoved deep in his mouth, tasting every bit of him. Caleb felt you pressing yourself against him until his back plopped against the bed.

He grabbed onto the sides of your face, pulling you closer than he could, savouring every second he could with you.

You pull away to catch your breath and stare down at his eyes, panting as if you ran a marathon. Caleb brushed his thumb against your lower lip, and took this chance to talk to you.

“What did he say?” He mumbled, moving his thumb from your lips to under your eye, pressing against the corner of it as he patiently waited for your response.

“The prince is coming in a few hours.” You sigh, plopping your head against his shoulder. Caleb hummed, but it didn’t sound like he was understanding the situation, it just felt hollow and fake.

“I could help you get ready?” he asked, slipping his fingers through your hair as he pulled your head back to look at your pretty face. Your gaze adverts from his eyes to your closet and you eventually nod.

“That’d be nice.”

After an hour of deciding on a dress and getting your makeup and everything ready, you were already standing in the halls. Standing next to your father as you patiently waited for the double doors to open.

Each second felt like hours were going by, you kept glancing at the door and back at your father, hoping the doors could just open any second now, all you needed was to meet the prince, agree on the marriage then go back to your room.

Since Caleb—or any other servants, weren’t allowed in the main halls you had no idea what he was doing but hoped he was doing okay, and hoped it would still be possible to let him be with you once you meet the prince.

As time passed, a click was heard from behind the doors. You propped yourself up, fixing your posture and locked your eyes on the double doors that were opening up.

When the doors flung open, you were met with a beautiful man who walked in, wearing a nice outfit that really showed off his figure and made him shine.

He stepped towards you, the heels of his shiny shoes clicked at every step he took, eventually when the two of you were meters apart from each other, your father budded in, reciting his little script he made, and once he finished talking the man—who you soon found out was named Sylus—nodded and brought his hand in front of you.

You stare into his eyes, then back at the hand in front of you and hesitantly grab onto it, your frail fingers collided with his rough calloused hands and you gave it a quick shake.

“The wedding will be starting in a few days,” your father announced, then looked at you for a moment, “you can bring him to your room since we are still getting his room ready.” He shooed you and Sylus off and you sigh before walking towards your room.

When you reached the front of your room door you rested your fingers against the doorknob, hesitating to open it, a moment of silence passed and Sylus raised an eyebrow when you weren’t opening the door.

“Why aren’t you opening the door?” He hummed, leaning in closer, his large figure casted a shadow ahead you and you could feel the heat radiating off his body, meddling with yours.

He slid his hand against your arm, tracing it with the tips of his fingertips, and soon those same fingers reached your hand which was still resting on the doorknob.

“Are you hiding something in there, sweetie?” He whispered, pressing his hand on yours before pushing open the door. Your breath hitched when you winked open an eye and noticed Caleb resting against your balcony, staring at the view.

Caleb turned his head and his eyes widened, he propped himself off of the railing bowing down at you before slowly walking himself out of your room.

But you could feel the tension between the two men, with Caleb purposely shoving himself past Sylus, which was a risky move but luckily Sylus didn’t do anything except stare at him.

When the door clicked shut Sylus turned his head back to you and stared at you, a hint of mockery filled his eyes.

“Do servants usually stay at their princesses' room, waiting for her to come back to them?” Sylus teased, plopping himself on your bed and stared at you.

“No…but I’ve gotten used to it, with him at least.” The last few words came out in a low whisper which was loud to Sylus. A low chuckle escaped his lips and he nodded, closing his eyes as a hummed and unrhythmic melody.

“Are you both seeing each other?” He asked.

Caught off guard at the question, you glare at Sylus’ resting figure and scoff, “not that it matters to you.”

“Well aren’t we getting married? it would be weird if you were seeing someone while we’re together, don’t you think, sweetie?”

You roll your eyes and step towards the door. You held onto the door knob and looked back at Sylus who was still lying down on the bed, “I need the bathroom..” you mutter, opening the door open to be met with Caleb waiting against the wall.

You carefully shut the door behind you and stepped towards him, “what are you doing ou-”

“Are we still going to see each other?” Caleb asked, his violet eyes glistened at your figure, raking his gaze down to your dress which he put on you.

You sputter out random words, not sure what to say. You glanced at your surroundings and soon grabbed onto Caleb’s wrist, dragging him to your room.

You pressed your finger against your lip and pointed to Sylus’ figure which was still asleep on your bed. Caleb’s gaze followed your finger and glared at the sight, he rolled his eyes and followed you out to the balcony.

Once you both reach your balcony you close the door shut and rest against the railing as you stared out the view, Caleb muttered nonsense under his breath and soon stepped closer towards you, his shaky hands grab onto your cheek as he grazed his thumb against your jaw, tracing small patterns on it.

“Then could we have our last round tonight? I mean it's not like you're married right now..” he reasoned, you stare at the tainted glass door and then back at Caleb, a beat of silence passed as you were deciding on what to say and eventually you nodded.

Caleb chuckled and pecked his lips on yours. You giggle and pull away, walking yourself back in as Caleb follows you in. but the second you walked in you were met with Sylus, who was awake, rubbing his eyes as he sat up on your bed, as if he just woke up, but you knew he didn't.

“Sylus, your room should be ready by now…you can go now.” you say, strutting towards him as you watch him grin and nod, lifting himself off of your bed and stretching his arms. He plopped his arms to his sides and leaned in closer to you, his death piercing gaze stared down at you.

“Come show me where the room is,” he whispered, backing away and looking back at Caleb who was standing against the bed frame with crossed arms, watching the whole scene ahead of him.

You stare between the two men and sigh, walking yourself out the room. Sylus followed momentarily and so did Caleb. After a minute walk across the hall you stood in front of Sylus’ room and pointed to the door.

“This is your room, enjoy.” you slightly bow at him and Sylus’ fingers made their way to the top of your head and lightly patted on it. You grumble something incoherent under your breath and Sylus chuckles.

“I’ll see you at dinner then.” he said before slipping into his room. You roll your eyes and turn to walk back to your room but Caleb stood in front of you, his large figure blocked your way to go back to your room and you stare up at him with a confused gaze.

“What is it?” you sigh, resting your hand on his shoulder as you push him aside so you could go back to your room. You heard Caleb’s footsteps grow louder and louder behind you as he followed you back to your room.

Once you made it to your room, not even a second had passed and Caleb pushed open the door dragging you along with it and soon carried you to your bed. You yelp in surprise when he lightly tossed you on the bed, your head bobbing up and down at the impact.

Caleb darted his tongue to your neck and sucked, nibbled and bit at almost every part of it. You grab onto his hair as your whimpers grow louder and louder. “Caleb–ngh...now?” you gasp as his sharp canines sunk deep in your skin.

“When, then?” he mumbled against your skin, vibrations sparked through your body as you arched your back in pleasure, seeking for more of his lips on you. When he noticed you weren't giving a proper response he smirked against your skin and slid his fingers to the back of your dress, toying with the zipper as he slowly pulled it down.

“C’mon, miss… tell me when we should do this?” Caleb breathed, pulling himself away from you and pulled the last bits of the zipper down, letting your sleeves drape down your shoulders. Caleb watched the whole scene unfold ahead of him, he grabbed onto your sleeves and pulled your dress off of you, and threw it aside, letting the fabric cause a small thud to echo through the room.

Caleb propped himself in front of you, his hands pressed against your knees as he spread your legs apart. He eyed down your whole figure and eventually dunk his head between your thighs, burying himself between them as his nose made contact with your clit. He bit against the fabric covering your cunt and slowly pulled your panties off.

The second you were left bare in front of him, he immediately put himself to work, his tongue worked his way inside your dripping cunt, lapping himself against you, tasting every juice of you, he already felt like he needed to ram his cock inside you immediately.

“Mmh. You taste s-so goo-ungh.. Good” he groaned against your puffed up lips, his voice sent vibrations through your body and you instinctively buck your hips towards him, silently asking for more of his touch.

You were already close to release and you tried to pull Caleb's head away from you, but he stayed put as he continued to fuck his tongue deep inside you. Your hips roll in pleasure as you ride out your orgasm on him.

Caleb sighed in relief when you came undone on his lips, he pulled away and licked his lips clean in front of you, grinning at your teary eyes beneath him. Caleb soon brought his fingers to his belt and swiftly removed it in a quick movement, before he could continue any further a couple of knocks interrupted the moment.

“Who is it?” you ask, getting up from the bed and slipping on a robe, walking towards the door and wrapped your fingers around the door knob. Before flinging it open to be met with…

Fucking Sylus.

You face flushes in a pink tone and you clear your throat looking back at Caleb who sat at the edge of the bed, glaring down at you with crossed arms as he fanned his hand at you, indicating you could talk to Sylus.

You turn your head back at Sylus who was looking down at you with a curious look, his gaze gawking down your figure, eyes lingering on the small bite marks drawn against your neck. He instinctively brought his fingers to the marks and traced along them.

“So you’re still going to see him after our first day together?” Sylus mumbled, sliding his fingers lower and soon stopped when they were just inches away from your cleavage. He continued to stare down at you as he waited for an answer.

“I thought.. I mean we aren't married yet?” you chuckle awkwardly and step further away when you felt Sylus’ presence creep closer and closer to you. He eventually made his way inside your room and looked at Caleb who was still sitting at the edge of the bed with that slightly angry face on his face.

“We aren't married yet, but we still agreed to be with each other today, yet you still went along and got with your little servant who seems to love you very much.”

You couldn't bring yourself to say any words, you didn't know how to respond to what Sylus was saying, all you did was continue walking backwards as Sylus walked forward. But without watching your surroundings you mistakenly tripped on your dress that was lying on the ground and landed against Caleb.

Caleb immediately wrapped his arms around you, keeping you in place on his lap. You chuckled awkwardly and stared at Sylus who was leaning in closer, and close–

“Just needed this.” he mumbled, his face centimeters away from you as his arm reached your bedside table so he could grab his bracelet.

“Seriously? You could've just taken it the next day.” you glare at Sylus who still wasn't moving from his spot. He tilted his head to the side and chuckled, a cold, mocking laugh left his lips. It echoed through the room as you continued to stare at him with a straight face.

“You want me to leave that bad, sweetie?” he said, resting his hand against your thighs, “just so you could continue what the both of you were doing?” he asked as if it was a rhetorical question. But it was true, it was an unexpected meeting you both had and you thought he came at such bad timing.

“Okay…if I said it was, what would you say?”

“Nothing.” he mumbled, inching himself closer and closer towards you, his lips just being seconds away from yours. Your eyes widened when you felt Caleb pull you away from him. Sylus chucked and continued to stare into your eyes as his hand continued to grip on your thighs.

“What exactly is the point of this meeting, between the two of you?” he asked, glaring at you before shining his bright ruby eyes at Caleb who was staring back at him in the same manner.

“None of your concern,” Caleb muttered, snaking his fingers up your body and groping on your tits, Sylus’ eyes averted to the scene and he slid his finger along your jaw, staring into your eyes.

“Pick one…” Sylus asked, brushing his fingertip against your lips and watched as your tongue instinctively darted on his rough skin.

Sylus continued to slowly, yet carefully shove his fingers inside your mouth, and Caleb continued to play with your tits as you tried thinking of your answer.

“A measly servant, or your prince?”

-

Too much in a daze to even comprehend what was going on, the next thing you felt was Sylus pressed behind you and Caleb’s lower half of his body nuzzled against your face. Your eyes widened as Sylus’ cold fingertips grazed against your skin, soft patterns sparked through your body and you soon felt another pair of hands slide through your hair.

Did you really choose both?

You silently cursed yourself and felt Caleb yank your head back and press his dripping tip against your slightly parted, glossed lips. He continued to slowly shove his length inside your mouth, the feeling of his large length stretching your lips made you whine in pleasure.

Sylus had his hand rested on your lower back as he slowly pressed down on it, making your back arch instinctevely. He slid his fingers to your already stretched out cunt and pressed against it, before raising your hips up and pressing his tip against your soaking entrance.

A loud muffled moan escaped your lips when you felt Sylus gently shove his length deep inside you, he thrusted himself in a quick movement and you stare up at Caleb with teary eyes as he grinned down at you before grabbing onto the sides of your head and shoved his full length deep down your throat.

“Both, huh?” Caleb chuckled, glaring at Sylus as his pace was going quicker and quicker by the second, you felt like your throat was going to rip off at the strong impact he was giving your mouth. A loud moan escaped Caleb's lips when he felt your tongue swirl around his length, he grabbed onto you with a tighter grip and continued to rock himself against you.

Sylus noticed his reaction and a mocking smirk rested on his lips, he shoved his full length inside you which jolted you flinch in surprise. You tried to chant your release but neither of the men were pulling away.

You then felt Sylus’ chest rest against your back as he slid his arms around your waist, and soon pressed his fingers against your lower stomach, pressing against his bulge that sent a wave of pleasure spark through you.

“Sy–mmph”

“Hm?”

“I.. ‘m close” you mutter, somehow the words came out in a clear speech and Sylus just nodded against you and took a deep breath.

“So am I.”

Before you could say or do anything, spurs of Sylus’ white mixture coated your insides and you gasped in shock, and pleasure. You whine against Caleb as he slowly pulled himself away and before he could fully pull himself out of you, he also came, right in your mouth.

He pulls his cock out of you and you cough, trying to catch your breath from the scene that just happened. You plop against Caleb’s lap as your breaths steady, both Sylus and Caleb stroked your warm skin.

“So.. which one are you choosing now?” Sylus asked, leaning in closer.

You roll your eyes and close your eyes shut.

“I’m not doing this again.”

sorry If this is so dumb and rushed HELP

[falling-star-cygnus]

omg well if you are taking prompts im obsessed with the idea of a post-finale fic of them being cute and dating at the ballet national (i think that’s what is called???) idk the image of the other dancers/Genevieve/other characters etc witnessing them is so endearing to me

oh beautiful timing, i was actually plotting an idea for something like this!!! but it was missing a detail... -> now, with this added prompt.. muehehe

also, i love tropes like this: where everyone finds out and are just like- in shock

SUMMARY:  Gabin is not a freely loving person- he doesn't know how to be. He is brash and he is self-centered and cocky, and above all else he is proud. So when he loves something, truly, it is done with just as much intensity. How lucky is he, then, to find someone who loves him back just as fiercely?

ao3 fic: here please leave a comment or reblog if you enjoyed!!!

+=+=+

"Do you think we would work long distance?"

It's barely a mumble, muffled against Gabin's chest in the sleepy hour. The dancer keeps running his fingers through the short strands of hair, with his other hand behind his head.

"mm..? Why are you asking?" this comes out sleepy too, because it is late and he is comfortable cuddled with his lover on his bed.

"I have to go back to New York at some point," Tobias quietly points out, and now he's picking at the seam of Gabin's sleep shirt.

He's nervous. Worried.

The dancer takes a deep breath, just to feel the way the man using him as a pillow moves up, and slides his hand down to the back of his lover's neck.

It's tense there, the muscle, and resistant to the way Gabin tries to thumb it loose again. Hm.

"Do you want us to work long distance, Tobias?"

Because he has to know, he has to know if chasing for so long was worth it- if he was worth it in turn to the choreographer.

Please say yes, he thinks, please let me stay.

"Of course I do."

Gabin releases the air in his chest, and sinks under the weight on it.

"Then we will." he'll make sure of it.

"But what if we don't?"

"Tobias," the dancer has never heard his lover take this tone before, not one so- so.. small. He doesn't like it.

And it's not an easy thing, coaxing his lover to look at him, but this is clearly a converation they need to have face to face. So, Gabin takes his hand from behind his head, and he takes the one on tense muscle, and he places them both on his lover's waist.

Tobias moves as the dancer guides him, until he's left sitting up on Gabin's stomach.

The dancer slides his hands down to his lover's knees, snugly pressed to either side of his ribs, and then back up to his sides to thumb hopefully comforting circles, "Talk to me, Top G- Tobias."

Nicknames didn't feel right at the moment.

Not with the way his choreographer's hands shake atop Gabin's chest. Not with the way he's curling into himself.

"Where is the coming from, hm?" the dancer asks again, trying to catch his eye.

"Nothing, nowhere, I'm fine," and that is so unbelievably untrue that it's almost laughable, "We're fine."

That is more true. But-

"Well how do I know that? Here we are lying in bed-"

"Gabin-"

"Cuddling before sleep, being cute-"

"Gabin-"

"And then my partner asks me out of the blue-"

"What does that saying even mean-?"

"-if we would work long distance."

"We could go back to cuddling-"

"Tobias," Gabin can't help but laugh, worried as he is, as he jostles his lover forward to press a kiss to his forehead, "Would you just-"

"My ex and I were long distance," he blurts out, in a rush of words, "At least I thought we were? But apparently hadn't talked in a year, and he got engaged. We're invited to that wedding, by the way, I didn't know how to tell you."

He blinks. Opens his mouth-

"I broke up with him, officially, a few days before the show.."

He closes his mouth.

That is... a lot. Okay. Out of everything Tobias could've said, everything the dancer could've predicted, that.. that was not high on the list. None of that was.

Wow.

Anger sparks hot in his chest. Sharp and familiar like a knife digging into the soft bone of his sternum and carving it clean open.

"Your ex got engaged while he was still dating you?" Who does that?

Assholes, assholes who don't deserve brilliant choreographers.

"Well, he thought-"

"Ah- ah- ah, I do not care what he thought," Gabin huffs, furious on his lover's behalf, "You were together, yes?"

"...yes." Tobias nods once, his brow furrowing.

"And he not only dated- but got engaged to another man?"

With his head hung towards his chest, like he's finally hearing it, he answers, "...yeah. But-"

"Your ex is an asshole."

Gentling his words, or himself, has never been one of Gabin's specialties. Everything he did, everything he loved, had always been with his full heart- regardless if it smothered everything else.

Ballet, dance, boxing. The stage.

Anger, in the same vein it seems, came just as easily. Hatred. But Gabin was already well aware of that.

How could someone who had Tobias, just- just-

The weight on his stomach shifts forward the smallest bit. And it seems appreciation is something Gabin can feel just as deeply as anything else.

It's a wonder he found someone like this man, who takes everything Gabin can give him and only adds to it. A beautiful wonder.

Tobias sits back up, leaving only the warmth of his lips lingering on the dancer's cheek and nearly unbearable adoration swelling in his chest.

"In Kevin's defense, we hadn't talked in a year. He thought we had broken up." his lover says, like it'd sway him in any way.

"Bullshit," Gabin scoffs, "So you did not reach out. Did he?"

And Kevin was a stupid name. For the record.

"..No."

"Then he is an asshole, who cheated on you. And we would absolutely work long distance- your phone would be going off constantly."

The anxious edges surrounding Tobias soften slightly, and melt completely as Gabin slides his hand up to the back of his neck again and brushes his thumb over the dip of his jaw.

Softness suits him, the dancer thinks.

"It would?"

Gabin is helpless to the besotted smile that he knows curls over his face- helpless to the love he feels for this man.

"It would," he says, reeling his lover in close enough that their noses start to slot together, "You would be sick of me."

"Mm.."

And the sound conveys everything Tobias himself cannot- skeptical and low in his throat and full of love.

Impossible, it says.

Gabin loves him. So much that it hurts, so much that he needs to-

"Kevin is a boring name, by the way."

"Is it?" it's Tobias that bumps their foreheads together.

So much that he needs to...

"Mhm, you shouldn't say it anymore."

He needs to-

"That's fine." his lover says, sighing from somewhere deep in his chest, "I prefer yours anyway."

Gabin kisses him with a breathless laugh between their lips. He loves this man, loves the way his weight feels over him, loves even more how it feels to flip them around and press the choreographer into the mattress.

Loves how he's allowed to. And how his skin tastes. And the softness of his hair between his fingers.

Tobias' hands smooth firmly up Gabin's back, all the way up to his shoulders to pull him closer. To connect their lips again and again.

Kevin's name isn't mentioned anymore that night.

But Gabin's?

Well...

That's mentioned plenty.

+=+=+

"Tobias, what is that? On your neck?"

Geneviève's voice breaks into his thoughts- confusingly abrupt and agitating as it shatters his concentration. Goddamnit.. he had just gotten a new idea for a piece..

"It looks like a bruise?" the director's assistent muses to her, R- R something. Raph? Whatever. Who knows.

Wait, bruise?

"What?" Tobias turns towards them, his hand inching up towards his neck.

"Ah, he speaks!"

...he really did not like this guy.. why couldn't Geneviève walk around with Lucien attached to her hip? Lucien was cool. Interesting.

Very under appreciated though. And loud.

They thought the same way, on some scale. And he was a much better conversation partner. For- you know- speaking mostly french.

Anyway-

Tobias feels around his neck, presses his fingers to the tender skin that should be covered by the soft collar of- wait.

Okay he's wearing his own jacket.

Only- no, no he's not, because the only black jacket he owns is a sort of faded out jean one with studs on the colllar that he always wears over long sleeves and this one is a cozy sort of cotton that feels nice against his arms.

Soft.

And warm, like his bed was last night. Like his chest when Gabin said they’d make this thing between them work, even if they did it kicking and screaming.

Like his face, when his fingers find the still there indent of teeth just to the side of the nape of his neck.

“I got bit by a dog.”

And that dog would be sleeping on the couch the next time he came over. Every work night for the forseeable future.

Geneviève blinks at him, with that weird little head lurch she does when she thinks she's heard something wrong, "I'm- sorry, a dog? Bit... your neck?"

What was her obsession with his neck all of a sudden?

But also this was not a conversation he wanted to have with his... well, she wasn't his boss. Jack was his boss. Surrogate boss..? Stand-in?

Whatever-

"Why are you in my rehearsal room?"

He hadn't done anything, he thinks. Now that he's familiar with the dancers, he doesn't have to call everybody in all at the same time. So it can't be that.

Either way, the french director drops the subject. At least for now. Judging by the look Raph-something and her share, though, it would be probably brought up later.

Probably in their office or wherever.

That thought settles somewhere uncomfortable in him, a dull spike atop his stomach pushing into his diaphragm.

"One of the speakers blew out- in here," Geneviève explains, finally, and- what?

What.

"It'll be fixed by tomorrow, at the absolute latest, so there's no need to worry about it disrupting rehearsals."

Except-

Dancers start filtering into the room, and apparently Geneviève [plus her assistant, good riddance] takes that as her cue to start leaving instead of explaining any further. What happened to the speaker?

What was he supposed to do? Have them dance in silence?

Cancel rehearsal?

Tobias goes to follow her, because how is he supposed to operate in these conditions[?] but Gabin walks in right as Geneviève gets to leave.

And then it all goes to shit.

"Ah- bonjour, chien." she says, slowly and purposefully dictated- like her words were meant purely for the one American in the room with his very limited understanding of french.

Good morning, dog.

Dog. Chien.

"I got bit by a dog." "Bonjour, chien."

Oh.. okay.

So this is what hell felt like.

The dancer tells her good morning in turn, in that ridiculously endearing high voice- the one he only uses when he's confused about something.

"...why did Geneviève just call me a dog?"

He can't do this.

Tobias puts his headphones on and powerwalks out the still swinging doors.

+=+=+

"Is he... is he coming back?" one of the dancers asks, a girl with a constant smile- the one Tobias first let stay.

He's not jealous. Shush.

"...no," Gabin says to her.

And he follows his lover into Paris.

[a9saga]

exo - hurt // moment of silence for the fact that it is recap season and I never posted this this year

[murkying]

redstone supervisor

[ch1zzie]

The original in the bottom

Plus the picture I mainly drew but decided to draw the rest for funny

[cheriboms]

call that an intergenerational language barrier 🙅

[seagull-scribbles]

O-o-ohhh, O-0-ohhh~

<prev [7/7] bonus>

[asktheevilgeniusesson]

Hey, PSA because i keep getting these damned anons.

If you come into my inbox, ON ANON, ranting about this ‘donate to gaza!’ Spambot ive seen swimming around tumblr for SO LONG now, you WILL be blocked and i will report your account. I have searched up the accounts that come up in these anons and they are infact spam bots. They are going to MULTIPLE people and copypasting the same guilt trippy bullshit and i am about sick of it myself.

Listen, i feel bad for those suffering as anyone with a heart does. But i cannot donate. Plus, i am a roleplay account and i do not want to reblog all this and drown out my threads, posts, etcs, with posts that are LIKELY scamming people on the gist they’re donating to people in need. I have already stated im not going to reblog or post any asks or anons asking for those donations. But its becoming an issue again.

TLDR: you throw a bot trying to guilt trip me into donating money to your gaza bot im blocking&reporting the account. STOP FUCKIN SENDIN THESE IM LOOSIN MY MIND

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid I definitely didn't edit and cut this comp up myself I definitely didn't add the stupid ass music myself stupid stupid stupid I definitely found this online and just took it from there dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb I want to banish him to sitting in a corner permenatly he doesn't. Shouldn't. Get. Take him OUT of the driver seat of my brain he doesn't need to be there he d9esnt get a say in this take away his seat at the table gone removed out of this he doesn't get rent free, in fact he has to pay the most massive fee conceivable and I know that if I said this out loud I'd probably sound exasperated and a little breathless and fumble my words and groan and sigh and huff and make incoherent things to where I almost sounded upset but really with each muttering and long sigh there'd be a hint of .nof. of ....mfif8fifuidis soossssssssom.ssson.mthibg. something.mor.e.more. something more. Than that. The way someone sighs when walking past the bakery section of the grocery store and trying to pretend and act like they don't want it. They sigh and mutter that they don't need it but you can hear it and see it in their expression. Alas. This is over TEXT. And clearly I. Have been nothing but oh so the upmost convincing in my endeavors that. Scrolls back up. Scrolls back down quickly. Blankley stares at my keyboard. I want to slam a plank of wood sideways horizontal-motion across the back of his head.

[tennessoui]

Do you have a preference for top Obi-Wan or top Anakin in obikin? And if so, why? I'm new to the fandom and ship, and it seems that top Anakin is very popular. I've always imagined him bottoming more often for Obi-Wan, although I like to think they switch occasionally

i very much do not have a preference or an opinion on this! i read and write either - the important thing for me is that they're recognizable to my understanding of the characters and i don't see either of them as massively frail, demure, twinky, etc so that's usually the stuff i don't read or interact with (and i've moved away dom/sub stuff currently) though more power to you if that's what you like! to me, their sexual positions in bed do not make up a big part of their characters, so i really can switch between both and enjoy it all.

it's just not the interesting part of a story for me, and honestly (and i know this is controversial or what passes for controversial in a fandom lol) i don't tend to tag my explicit fics with who is topping and who is bottoming if there's penetrative sex involved - especially for longer fics because the story isn't about that in my mind. it's a very small aspect of it and the least important part

i do think i've seen a lot of conflating dom/sub with top/bottom lately and that's a trend that comes and goes like waves and also a trend i very much dislike. i definitely have stronger views on conflating dom/sub and top/bottom than i have on who should top and who should bottom LOL

[weezerlvr228]

rivers if he was absorbed by poisonous gas but didn’t care too much

[compacflt]

what are bradley’s earliest memories of ice and mav? the bits of his perspective on them that you’ve written are so fascinating

fairly unsurprising answer but: ice: when he came to see Carole to apologize for killing goose in ch 2 of wwgattai (sets the tone of their relationship)

mav: something very benign like mav doing magic tricks for him as a little little kid. you know how your earliest memories are always a little fuzzy and always afternoon sunshine? imagine a desaturated maverick sitting crosslegged in the grass in pale afternoon southern california sunshine showing Bradley how he can detach his thumb from his hand and then put it back again. no blood, no bone, no pain, and he’s got this daredevil grin like he’s enjoying separating his thumb from his hand. can’t see his eyes behind his aviators. the best magicians are the ones who can make even their pain disappear. or, playing “got your nose,” holding Bradley’s nose up so he can see it right in front of his very eyes, NO PAIN!, and then making it disappear. “where’d your nose go, Gosling? oh, my gosh, I lost your nose!! how’re you gonna smell? i bet you’re gonna smell bad. get it? get it? —here it is, i found it, don’t worry, it’s all good!” and putting his nose back so everything’s ok. that’s Bradley’s earliest memory of mav.

[maraschinotopped]

when i first saw all of sbmr2 i thought it was kind of a shame that there wasnt a new 'evil bomberman team' or any new bombermen in general... but then i realized that meant i could make new bombermen. because im an artist and can do that. so heres calamity seed as a bomberman <3

poor girl got overgrown :(

alt design below cut

thought it would be fun to also design a more 'dastardly bomber' inspired bomberman design too lol

some annoying bastard vs the reanimated horrors. who will win.

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

one thing abt being disabled/chronically ill that some people don’t get is that sometimes body maintenance that ensures you have the absolute minimum amount of function can also be something that takes away a lot of control and autonomy. you can argue till the cows come home that making those decisions to try and help yourself (or realistically to try to make sure things aren’t worse than they already are) is something that exhibits control and autonomy and stuff, but they can be so limiting in practice because they’re things that take up so much time but have to be done to do anything else

[mayplantstarrwaters]

How do I explain to people that I like hard rock but not the 80-90s hard rock that are mixed with heavy metal, doom metal, glam metal and other genres of modern rock but late 60s-early hard rock with raw sound raw solos with a bit mix of acid rock, blues, psychedelia typa hard rock

[todayisafridaynight]

Arakawa family brain rot: I just had the saddest thought about Masato returning from America, but from Masumi's perspective. He's prolly excited to see his son again despite the relationship tension. He's heard Masato has been doing great. His attitude has improved with his health. Maybe things will get better if he tries hard enough.

Maybe there's a chance to fix things.

And there isn't. Masato's just as vindictive and mean and manipulative as he ever was. And Arakawa finally has to mourn the son he never had. The son he told the world had died.

Do you think he ever regretted letting Masato get away with murder? Regretted that it wasn't Ichiban he still had in his life? I have a hard time with this because he loves Masato so much. I just wish he'd had the son who loved him out in the world with him y'know.

But we all know Masato ain't built for prison.

And I can't imagine like... Seeing Jo. Being relieved to see him again but immediately losing confidence because Jo looks so much more *tired* than he did. Ever together and composed but not really His Jo anymore. Not in the same way. It is never the same after he was gone so long.

I'm sure there are moments or even days where they fall into old patterns but I can't help but feel like (if Jo did in fact go to America w Masato) that that would be a defining shift in the relationship between Jo and Masumi.

Idk what this is really about but I got in my Arakawa feelings (I think be instared too long at the picture you posted). 🫰 Thanks for listening to me ramble byyyye~

EVERY DAY of my life i think of arakawa wondering if what they did regarding masato was 'the right choice'- like OF COURSE it was masato literally wouldnt have made it yet if it was the right choice why does it feel like such the wrong choice yeah...