#in love with the original painting and it gave me this idea as it reminded me of my own character

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— in reference to ‘Pleasure’ c.1754 by Anton Raphael Mengs.

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Relationship: Negan x fem!Reader

Content: free use kink, fingering, p in v, dom/sub dynamic, overall dirty talk, breeding kink

Summary: After becoming one of Negan’s wives, you soon come to find out exactly why he prefers you all in dresses. One day, when Negan instructs you to wear less than normal, you discover something that riles him up more than anything.

A/N: This is my first Negan story, and although it’s just a oneshot, I hope you all enjoy!

The last few months had become a blur. One day, you were captured by the Saviors from your small community, seemingly the next Negan was scouting you out to be his new wife. Originally opposed to the idea, worries of feeling like a prize than a person, Negan had shown you that he gives each of the wives individual attention. After surviving in the post-apocalypse world, wearing dresses again was foreign. Something about the outfit reminded you of your safety - that would wouldn’t have to run to live anymore, that you could finally focus on your looks again.

Your ‘job’, if you could call it that, was to be beautiful and obedient, though the obedience part was sometimes difficult. But, you had proven yourself to your leader and remained faithful to him. He delivered above and beyond any sexual experience you had before him, leaving you absolutely starstruck and hungry for more when you had time together.

Yesterday Negan had instructed you to ‘forget the panties’ today, so all that was left what your elegant black sundress, a bra, and your heels. The feeling of the occasional breeze up your bare legs was odd, but something tightened in your stomach when Negan saw you in the afternoon, when the wives met with him to relax together.

Though the room was full of other gorgeous women, Negan could tear his eyes away from you, slowly trailing down your bare legs crossed in front of you. Goosebumps rose on your skin, an anticipation of what could happen if his hands wandered over you. As the wives talked to one another, you sipped a glass of white wine as you made eye contact with Negan. He gave you a lazy grin, to which you met it with a polite smile. His gloved hand pointed to his lap, a silent command to join him which you would happily oblige to.

You slowly walked over, swaying your hips in your new dress that hugged every curve in a way that made Negan drool over you. He greeted you with open arms as you settled onto him, resting his broad hands on your hips. As he gave idle small talk to the other wives his fingers teasingly moved across the fabric of your dress.

“So,” his husky whisper reached your ears, “you have anything on under this?”

You turned your head to him and shook it, eliciting a devilish grin from your husband. One of Negan’s fingers hooked at the hem of your dress tauntingly. Red painted your cheeks in a way that made Negan roll his hips up into yours, his hardened erection pressing against your ass.

“Ladies, I appreciate you taking the time to come here today. But, I do have some business to discuss with this one here,” he patted your leg, “This evening, I’m planning on hosting a dinner for all of you lovely wives, but in the meantime I’m gonna have to ask you all to head to your rooms.”

A few of the wives glanced your way in confusion, but your expression showed them that you had no clue what was going on either. Dutifully they left the room, leaving you and your husband to yourselves.

Silence fell in the room until Negan spoke again, making sure anyone else was out of earshot.

“Do you know why I asked you to ditch those panties for me?”

Your breath hitched slightly at his question, to which you shook your head, “No, sir.”

“Well, you see, my dear wife, I will let you know that it does happen to be a quite selfish reason,” he drawled on as a hand tugged at your dress. Negan hooked his fingers underneath and lifted the fabric until it rested at your hips.

With your thighs completely bare you shivered against the chill of the room.

“You’re shaking. You cold, sweetness?” You nodded to his question.

“Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, I’m gonna find a way to warm you up pretty soon,” he muttered against your ear. The warmth of his breath across your skin left you with your head rolling back to his shoulder as your legs spread for his touch.

Negan let out a low chuckle while his hands wandered upward toward the apex of your thighs. What your husband didn’t know was that ever since he eyed you in the meeting, the heat in your abdomen had left you soaked for him. Your slick covered your inner thighs, inviting him in to let his greedy fingers to take over your senses. Dipping a single finger between your folds, Negan let out a low growl of approval.

“And look at that,” he cooed, “you’re just dripping for me, ain’t you, sweet girl?”

Your hips bucked at his touch, a silent plead for more of his skilled fingers. Negan ran slow circles over your swollen clit, helping you ride through the pleasure as your breaths came out in shaky spurts.

“I thought having your pussy bare to the world could give me some excitement, but I think it may have done that to you, too, angel,” he breathed against your neck, “But you see, my dear wife, the reason I asked you to do that was so we wouldn’t have so many damn clothes in the way.”

You gripped his hand with your own, tugging at it lower to slide his digits to your entrance. Unfortunately this isn’t what Negan had in mind. He urged your hands away that brought a whine from your throat.

“Can’t having you getting handsy, darlin’,” breathed Negan, “‘cause right now, this pussy doesn’t belong to you. And I want you to take a wild guess as to who owns it.”

You hated when he made you use your words, but it gave Negan a thrill when you spoke up in a pleading voice, “You do.”

“I’m sorry, what was that, sugar?”

“It’s… yours.”

“And what is ‘it’, my love?” He demanded softly, tugging your arms back. Negan shifted to create space between you and pinned your arms against his torso, keeping you from breaking free and exposing your aching cunt to him.

“My… my pussy. It’s yours, sir,” that had satisfied him, erupting a groan against your beck. Negan left warm, sloppy kisses along your skin until he reached your ear.

“Now,” he softly spoke, “I’m gonna use this pretty little pussy until I’m drained. That cunt of yours is gonna take my cock and milk it dry. You understand?”

You desperately nodded, arching your back in reply. Negan brought one hand to your chest while the other remained trained on your pussy. The hand on your chest pulled at the straps of your sundress over your shoulders to expose your chest, covered by your bra. Negan’s fingers idly played with your clit as he unhooked your bra. The two of you wiggled you out of it, and now fully bare under your dress, Negan let the straps fall, your breasts laid out for his pleasure.

Two fingers took a nipple and gently twisted, drawing out a sharp moan from you. Negan’s fingers teased the entrance of your drenched cunt, inviting him inside.

“You see how much easier this is, sweetheart? We don’t have all of those pesky underthings in the way of me using you,” he explained in a husky voice. He pulled his hands away without warning. You let out a soft gasp in protest, but he was already freeing your arms from behind your back.

“Stand up for me, baby girl,” commanded Negan, to which you obliged. You stood with shaking knees between his legs, his large erection rock hard in his jeans. Your husband eyed you carefully, “Let’s see you take that dress off. I need to see my beautiful wife in all of that glory.”

You heeded his instruction and lifted the dress over your head, falling to the floor beneath you. Negan beckoned you over with a finger before removing his pants and boxers, springing his cock free to rest against his stomach. At the sight, you could’ve sworn your mouth began to water, eager for him in any way he pleasured you.

“I’m not using that beautiful mouth today. Right now, I need that tight pussy swallowing my cock into you.”

He coaxed you into his lap, his hard length pressing against your soaked folds. Negan took your hips in his hands, dragging you back and forth along his member. Your knees had become weak, slumping against Negan as the pleasure came over you. His hands cupped your ass and lifted you above his length, lining the thick head with your entrance.

“Go on, baby, I wanna see you take me in,” muttered Negan. Your hips lowered onto him, filling your aching heat with his thick girth. As you settled down, and your moans evened out, Negan took your arms into his hands, placing them behind your back with his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” he whispered as you rode him gently.

“Get nice and settled for me, babydoll. I’m gonna take care of you, ‘kay?” His voice filled your senses completely, your mouth agape in ecstasy. Negan braced his feet on the floor to buck his hips upward, sending his cock deeper into your pussy. He groaned at the sensation, the mix of your noises creating a harmony of lust.

The strokes started out at an excruciatingly slow pace; eventually Negan began to pick up speed, the head of his cock crashing against your cervix. You weren’t sure how much of this you could take, though your moans fully took you over, carrying out throughout the room.

“I know, sweetheart,” he said sweetly, “I know it feels good, being stuffed with cock all nice and full. How about you cum for me, can you do that, darlin’?”

Almost at the very command, you tightened around his length, drawing out a groan from you husband while his cock bruised your cunt. The thrusts became harsher, striking in deep spots you couldn’t have imagined. Small cries fell past your lips: his name, pleads for more, pleads for him to use you as he saw fit.

“Damn, you’re just about fucked dumb, aren’t ya, sweetheart? Ain’t much else in there except wanting to be a cock sleeve,” Negan growled into your ear. “And might I say, you might just milk my cock for all its worth, the way you’re getting tight for me.”

Something taught in your abdomen snapped at his words, your pleasure erupting wildly around his cock. His thrusts remained as powerful as before, fucking you senselessly through your orgasm. You shook around him, arching your back as you fell quickly into another. The way his cock hit every inch of you sent shockwaves through your nerves, the climaxes hitting you in quick succession. Each time you fell apart for him, Negan seemed to unravel just as much, the only sounds in the room being the occasional growl from him, and the slapping of his skin against your drenched thighs.

Negan brought his mouth to your neck, mumuring sweet nothings until he reached your ear, whispering something that tightened your pussy around him yet again.

“I’ve got one rule, sweet thing,” he began, “I’m about to fill you up into next week, and I don’t want you to waste a single drop of it.”

You hoped that your body could do that. Not out of concern of a punishment, but in hopes to follow his every command perfectly. Negan’s thrusts became more erratic before he let out a rough grunt, his cock throbbing inside of your cunt as he spilled his warm load into you. You clenched around his length to keep his cum inside as he commanded.

“Attagirl,” he breathed heavily, “now, I’m gonna lift you up, and we’ll both watch all of the cum drip right outta you.” Your breath hitched at this, lifting your shaking hips up until his length left you feeling hollow. Warmth dripped past from pussy, to which Negan roughly opened up your legs further to give you both a good show. White ropes of cum dripped from you and onto his length, twitching against his abdomen.

“Now that’s a pretty sight. Look at how much you took, babydoll,” he praised, bringing a finger to your slick, bringing a shudder from you on your sensitive clit.

“You’re far prettier with my cum spilling outta you. All nice and filled up.”

Your breaths remained heavy as you watched the amount that leaked from your folds, over his fingers and onto his palm.

“Say, we should make a day of this,” he proposed. You looked at him in slight confusion while he slipped a finger into your soaked pussy, curling inside of you to strike your g-spot.

“I want… to set aside a day, just the two of us, for somethin’ special.” Negan pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, “I want to see how much of me you can take in a day. We’ll see just how much cum this pussy can hold.”

The idea shattered you around him, clenching around his fingers as your orgasm soaked his hands.

“Oh, you like the idea of that.” He questioned, “What do you say, wanna be a cock sleeve for a day?”

You dumbly nodded, to which Negan smiled.

“Don’t you worry. This was just a practice round.”

Thank you all for reading! I definitely have plans to expand upon this, so be prepared.

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Road Trip

Genre: poly smut

Pairing: Seonghwa/reader/Hongjoong

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral, polyamory, some m/m content, a tiny bit of exhibitionism, double penetration, fingering

Summary: Your boyfriends agreed to a cross-country road trip with you and three of their group members, and give you a gift to kick it off. 

A/N: This is a complete rewrite and rework of a blurb I wrote before. Was originally going to be a series but I lost inspiration lol. 

Audiobook version above.

You slid into the warm leather bench seat of the vintage car, sighing in pleasure. Turning adoring eyes to the two men standing by the open door, you were unable to express just how thankful you were. Seonghwa and Hongjoong both gave you indulgent smiles that made your heart flutter. A booming voice in a thick French-Canadian accent broke through your haze of excitement, congratulating you and warning you to take care of this gorgeous specimen of a car he’d restored for you.

You turned to the man and felt your mouth stretch into a grin that could only be described as feral. “Oh, I will treat this like my own child. Hell, better.”  

The man returned your smile, nodding. The sound of a throat clearing drew your eyes back to the two men standing by the car. It took a moment to catch your breath at the sight of the two men, backlit by the sun, the shorter of the two leaning against the fender of your new prized possession, his legs crossed in front of him, hands in his pockets as he gave you his sultry smile. The taller stood, one hand gripping his other arm as he smiled shyly, his face shadowed by the sun behind him but his eyes still shining brightly with his joy at seeing you so happy.  

Goddamn, they were beautiful.  

Seeing Hongjoong catch you staring, you pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes, sniffing, “Stop leaning on the paint job and get your bags in the car. We still have to go pick up the boys from the airport.”

Hongjoong’s smile was suggestive as he stood with a wink, moving to get the bags from the taxi. Pulling yourself reluctantly from the driver’s seat, you moved to unlock the truck, Seonghwa joining you to help lift the cover that was easily almost as long as you were tall.  

Looking up with a thankful smile, you lost the ability to think straight once more as Seonghwa gave you his sweetest display of flashing teeth, leaning in to press a kiss to your neck and murmur into it, “You like it, love?”

“Are you kidding me?” you grinned up at him, kissing his jawline as he giggled softly, “I adore it, Hwa.”  

Hongjoong appeared, dumping luggage into the massive trunk and then pulling you in for a swift kiss and smirking at you as he boasted, “I told you she would.”  

Seonghwa tapped Joong’s nose with a long finger, grinning and shooting back, “Well I’m the one that found it, so there.”

You snorted, patting each of their cheeks and moving to the open door of the driver’s seat, spitting out, “Well, I will show you both my full appreciation soon, but first we have to get to the airport and get this show on the road.”  

The boys rushed to the car, shutting the trunk just a bit harder than you would’ve liked. You were going to have to teach them how to treat a treasure like this. There was a brief debate about who got shotgun, with Seonghwa eventually sweet talking his way into it when you reminded them that they would both be shotgun for the next couple months, as three of the other clowns of Ateez would be taking the backseat for the full continent road trip you were all embarking on.

When your boys had proposed that you all take the road trip that you and your best friend Wooyoung had talked about for so long, you had scoffed. You did not have a vehicle that could fit all five of your friends and yourself, and you didn’t particularly love the idea of renting a vehicle for two whole months to drive thousands of miles. When Seonghwa and Hongjoong said to let them deal with that, you never thought that they meant they were buying you a glistening hulk of beautiful vintage steel. When the taxi had pulled up and the man whipped the cover off the fully mint, all original monster of a car, you had nearly fainted on the spot. You loved your men more than ever.

Glancing over, you took in the silhouette of Seonghwa’s face haloed in sunlight. Turning, you caught Hongjoong giving you a knowing grin and you winked at him and cranked the car. The first rumble of the engine had your eyes dropping closed, any thoughts of the men in the car with you gone at the sensation of the car vibrating to life under you. You knew you shouldn’t but you couldn’t stop yourself from revving the engine just a bit. Oh yeah, this was a powerful work of art. You weren’t sure how you were going to drive it without ruining the leather below your already soaked panties but by god, you were going to drive it anyway.

The sound of a snicker from the back seat and a warm, long fingered hand on your thigh had your eyes popping open, and you sucked in a deep breath, your hand automatically reaching for a gear shift where there was none, your mind a haze of lust and excitement. The chuckle from Seonghwa next to you woke you from your haze and you looked down at your hand, then laughed at yourself and shook your head. This was going to take some real getting used to. Luckily, you had two months to do just that. Taking a deep breath, you put the car in drive and moaned audibly as you hit the gas.

_

Wooyoung stopped in his tracks, San crashing into his back. His mouth hung open, ignoring the man behind him asking what the hell he was doing. You turned with a grin, twirling the keys to the beautiful car in the parking spot you were leading Wooyoung, San, and Yeosang to.  

“Where…” Wooyoung stammered, and Yeosang strutted past them, giving his signature side eye and crooning, “Badass car, ________.”

You swatted at Yeosang as he passed, snorting, “Just keep your feet off the leather and paint!”  

Wooyoung still stood in the airport parking lot, his mouth opening and closing as the other four men all exchanged greetings and put the luggage in the trunk.  

You waved your hand in Wooyoung’s face, chuckling, “You ok?”  

Wooyoung blinked hard, stammering, “Where… did that… come from?”

You felt your grin turn dreamy, your hands clasping together as you turned to devour the sight of your new toy, shining in the sun.  

“Isn’t it beautiful? Seonghwa and Hongjoong gave it to me.”  

You and Wooyoung each stood for a long moment, staring in awe at the machine before you.  

You were brought back down to earth by the laughing voice of San, “Damn, don’t think she’s ever looked at you like that, huh guys?”  

You snorted, finally moving forward and shooting back, “Sorry guys, none of you are as sexy as this car.”

The men all spit confident rebuttals to your words, but you and Wooyoung shared a look of understanding. Sliding into the driver’s seat, you heard an echo of your own pleased sigh from the back, where Wooyoung had maneuvered himself into the center of the buttery smooth leather bench seat.  

“This is gonna be a very interesting trip if you both react like this every time we get in the car,” Seonghwa said with a raised eyebrow, taking the center of the front seat, Hongjoong sliding in next to him.

You hummed, your hand once more moving to the nonexistent gear shift and instead finding Seonghwa’s thigh.  

Pressing his lips into an amused smile, Seonghwa added, “Though I could get used to this part.”  

Laughing softly, you ignored Yeosang already asking about the sound system in the car and trying to make a playlist you’d not be able to play on the original radio. Instead, you simply met Seonghwa’s eyes and gave him a salacious look as you cranked the car, showing him every bit of her pleasure as it rumbled to life. From the back seat, you heard Wooyoung suck in a deep breath, followed by the two men on either side of him yelping as you assumed your best friend gripped them, in the same predicament you were in.  

Hongjoong leaned forward, placing his hand on Seonghwa’s other thigh and giving a promising look to you as he said, “I believe we were going to find a motel. You owed us a reward for this gift?”  

That was all the prodding you needed. You threw the car into drive and looked for the first cheap motel that looked acceptable. You owed one hell of a night to the two men you loved.  

_

You all checked in, the poor woman behind the counter clearly very skeptical about the groups sharing rooms. She had already had to deal with Wooyoung and San teasing Yeosang about pushing the two beds together to jump on, then you approached, and Hongjoong threw an arm over yours and Seonghwa’s shoulders, whispering dirty things in each of your ears. Commiserating with the clerk, you swatted both the boys away and checked in, apologizing profusely.

As you walked back out of the small lobby, you swatted Hongjoong, hissing, “Don’t tease the workers!”  

The only response you got was a cheeky wink and a hand on your elbow, dragging you towards the door to your shared room. As you were inserting the keycard, you heard the other three men being their usual spastic selves from the next room over and you rolled your eyes.  

“Great,” you grumbled, “We’re next to the three stooges. These paper-thin walls aren’t going to keep their loud asses from keeping us up.”

As he tossed his bag on the bed, Seonghwa sat and began pulling up diners in the area for dinner and Hongjoong stepped up and wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you a lusty gaze and replying, “Then we will just have to drown them out, won’t we?”  

A particularly loud crash from next door was the answer, and you snorted, pecking him on the lips and shooting back, “You will both have to really bring your A-game to drown that out. Now let’s go make sure no one broke a bone. Or the furniture.”

You locked up your room and knocked on the door next to yours. Wooyoung pulled it open, giving his famed eyebrow wiggles and letting you all in. You first saw Yeosang leaning over the bed, all the sheets stripped off, feverishly inspecting the mattress. A groan from the corner had you turning to find San rubbing his head and moving to right the tipped chair he was next to on the floor. Moving to help him with a laugh, Seonghwa reached his hand out while you and Hongjoong simply watched Yeosang in confusion.

“Yeosang. Darling. My dear. What the hell are you doing?” you finally asked as Seonghwa pulled San to his feet.  

Wooyoung snorted, playing on his phone while sitting on the sink counter outside the tiny bathroom, “He always does this. He’s checking for bedbugs.”  

Hongjoong nudged the sheets on the floor with the toe of his shoes, saying, “I’d be more worried about what might be on these sheets.”  

Turning a raised eyebrow to him, you shot back, “That’s because you don’t know what bedbugs are.”

You lowered your voice so that only he could hear, with a narrow of your eyes, adding, “Plus I’ve never known you to be upset about getting cum on you.”  

Before he could give what you could only assume would be a FILTHY response judging by the look on his face, Yeosang straightened, brushing his hair back and huffing out, “Ok. I think we’re in the clear. But I swear, the minute I feel even a slight itch, I’m sleeping in the car.”  

You pinned a pointed finger on him and retorted, “Oh no, you will not infest my beautiful new baby.”

Yeosang rolled his eyes, picking up the sheets to put back on the bed, Seonghwa and San moving to help him.  

Wooyoung piped up from his perch, his face still glued to his screen, “We gonna go eat soon?”  

Hongjoong perked up at the mention of food, and cosigned, “Please, all I’ve had today was the stupid pretzels from the airplane.”  

You picked up the blanket carefully and dropped it on the bed, replying, “Hey, you could’ve had breakfast if you hadn’t slept in so late.”  

Hongjoong tossed a pillow at you from the floor, laughing, “Hey, I needed my beauty sleep,” to which Wooyoung piped up in the background, “Should’ve stayed in bed longer, then.”

This turned into a full-fledged ego battle that was only mostly joking, the rest of the men preening as you and Yeosang continued making the bed.  

You slapped Seonghwa’s ass as you edged around him, pulling the blanket straight and interjecting, “Yes, yes, you’re all inhumanly beautiful. But you’re not going to get any food if you don’t shut up and help us.”  

They all rushed to tug randomly at the blanket and you and Yeosang both just stepped back, shaking your heads at the ridiculous men.  

Yeosang leaned in, arms crossed, still watching the folly of errors going on at the bed, and asked, “Think a single one of them has made a bed properly before?”  

You snorted and pulled your phone out, replying, “At least they’re distracted. Let’s find a place to eat before they all decide they want different things.”  

Yeosang rolled his eyes and said, “Honey, you’ve got two months of this.”

Snorting, you opened google and chuckled, “This is gonna be fun.”

_

Seonghwa slid into the farthest seat at the tables your group had pushed together at the little diner that you and Yeosang had decided on. He was secretly pleased to find you dropping to the seat next to him and Hongjoong across the way. There was no spot he preferred over being sandwiched between the two people he loved most, but this would do too. Giving you a glimpse of his smile, he squirmed a bit as you lay a hand on his thigh. Turning, he found Hongjoong leaning his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his hands with a flirty smile.  

Goddamn was he lucky.

He glanced down the table to find Yeosang sitting next to Hongjoong, Wooyoung on his other side, and San happily dropping in the seat on your other side, having won rock-paper-scissors for the seat.  

You snorted, patting San on the leg and saying in a chiding voice, “Hey there, Sannie, you going to hold my hand?”  

San immediately grinned, grasping your hand and sticking his tongue out at Wooyoung, who pointedly grabbed Yeosang’s hand. Yeosang rolled his eyes, pulling his hand away and smacking Wooyoung on the back of the head. Seonghwa shook his head at his fully grown children with a smile, but still found himself wrapping an arm over your shoulders, a subtle reminder that while you were all good friends, you belonged to him and Hongjoong.

Not even coming close to taking the hint, though, San absentmindedly lay his head on Seonghwa’s arm on your shoulder, looking at the menu as he softly sang to himself. Chuckling, Seonghwa shook his head and turned to his own menu, catching Hongjoong narrowing his eyes at the clinger at the end of the table. Seonghwa just winked at the man across from him. They both knew going into this road trip that you would all be in much closer quarters, and they knew that you were all very comfortable touching each other, so this was hardly unexpected. Seonghwa also had the confidence that you were entirely theirs, no matter who attached themselves to your side.

Hongjoong pursed his lips and Seonghwa could practically read the plans in his mind for that night. Hongjoong was far more jealous than Seonghwa, and he would find it very necessary to remind you of whom you belonged to. Not that you truly needed it, Seonghwa knew. But boy, would it be fun to do the reminding. Letting his own plans form in his head, he scanned the menu, trying to find this ‘poutine’ google said was the local delicacy. A frumpy waitress approached after a moment, the lines around her mouth deepening as she took in the picture you made all together. Seonghwa almost laughed aloud, seeing the image you all presented to outsiders.  

Not many people understood your relationship, including Seonghwa’s own family and friends. You never really made an effort to hide your relationship, and there were very few people who didn’t get judgy. Seonghwa didn’t give a fuck, most times, but he and Hongjoong had already been warned heavily by you to be careful and not be too open in the faces of the people in the more rural areas, as their form of judgement could turn to violence pretty quick. Seonghwa wasn’t sure if Montreal was one of the areas you’d meant, but to be on the safe side, he removed his arm from your shoulder, much to the vocal displeasure of San. He instead took your hand under the table, giving it a soft squeeze and running his foot under the table to caress it against Hongjoong’s.

Returning the squeeze of his hand, you looked up with a reassuring smile to the waitress who had grumpily asked if they were ready to order, replying, “I think we need a moment. But we know what drinks we want.”  

You each ordered your drinks, and as the waitress walked away, discussed the food options. Seonghwa caught sight of the waitress sneering as she spoke to the cook through the order window, and he pressed his lips together, knowing this would signal to you and Hongjoong that something was wrong. You glanced over and leaned in to press a quick kiss to his neck and whisper that it’s okay, the waitress didn’t matter.

He should’ve known that you would’ve already caught the situation. You were more observant than most gave you credit for. Giving you the gentle smile that was reserved specially for you, he nodded, relaxing a bit and leaning in as Wooyoung pointed out the french fry dish on the menu to you all. The rest of the dinner was more relaxed as you all seemed to collectively decide to ignore the waitress’s huffy judgment, as it seemed harmless. Hongjoong and Wooyoung made a mess, tossing gravy-covered cheese curds in the air for each other to catch in their mouths, and San kept breaking into song at even the most distant reference to any music. Finally, you and Wooyoung pulled up a map and discussed where you would head the next day.

Seonghwa leaned in, flicking away a stray cheese curd with a laugh, and marveled at the way that you and your best friend spoke only in fragments of sentences, each knowing exactly what the other was trying to say before they had to finish. He grinned, simply watching the back and forth, enjoying the half-verbal discussion. Wooyoung pointed to a spot, and you yelped with excitement. Seemed you had the destination for the next day.  

He leaned in and furrowed his brow, asking, “The Dog Chapel? What…?”

That got the attention of the rest of the men, all giving you and Wooyoung an incredulous look.  

Wooyoung laughed, “We told you guys we were going to find all the weird places we could, right? This is the weirdest place we could find in Vermont. We are heading south tomorrow, so have your passport ready!”  

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, scoffing, “Okay, yes, but that doesn’t answer the question at hand. What the hell is the Dog Chapel?”

You giggled, fluttering your lashes at him across the table, causing Seonghwa’s smile to deepen, and shot back with a pointed finger, “You’ll have to wait and see tomorrow, won’t you, lover?”  

Seonghwa heard Yeosang faking a gag and San squealing a cringe as Hongjoong grabbed your finger, pressing a suggestive kiss to it, bringing Seonghwa’s body to attention. It was suddenly very imperative that you all finish your meal and get back to the motel room. Hongjoong had just made a very clear promise with that action that Seonghwa intended to hold him to. You must’ve seen the same, because you suddenly jumped up, nearly dumping San out of his chair as he had been leaning on your shoulder once more.

“Okay, I think we’re ready for bed. Yeosang, you got this bill this time for losing rock-paper-scissors,” you said, your voice clipped as you gave a pointed look at Seonghwa and Hongjoong that had his cock stirring in his pants and his eyes sharpening.  

Yes. Ready for bed, indeed. Distantly, he heard Yeosang sputtering and Wooyoung snickering, clearly knowing what was in your head as always, and San rocking with his infectious giggle. Seonghwa wrapped a long arm around you, leading you towards the door, ignoring the other group behind him as his breathing quickened at the touch of Hongjoong’s hand on the small of his back.

Luckily, Wooyoung wrangled the other two quickly, as by the time they reached the car, your back was pressed to the driver’s door, Seonghwa kissing you deeply and Hongjoong running his hands up Seonghwa’s back, raising chills in the wake of his delicate fingers.  

Yeosang and San both began the retching again, and Wooyoung brushed past your triad, snorting, “Save it for the motel, you bunch of horndogs. You’re not the only ones ready to get to bed.”  

That turned the other two men’s horrified disgust to another source, and Seonghwa smiled into your kiss, feeling you chuckle as you bit his lip once more in parting, the look in your eyes as you pulled back telling him that this was certainly going to be continued the minute you were in your room. Licking the taste of you from his lips, Seonghwa stepped back with a nod, his hands dragging against your waist as he reluctantly drew back, his body tightening at the loss of yours pressed against his.  

He gave you a shot of his grin and the view of his tented pants before circling the car, allowing Hongjoong the center seat this time. As he settled in, he watched your hand once more move, ending up on Hongjoong’s knee. Seonghwa gave a sultry look to you as Hongjoong settled in, pulling your hand higher up his thigh to brush his own tented erection before allowing you to crank the car in a daze. Seonghwa moved to fill the void, his own hand slipping up Hongjoong’s leg as you drove, your eyes glancing frequently from the road to the elegant hand slowly palming Hongjoong’s cock through his jeans.

Pressing his hips up with a heavy breath, Hongjoong leaned his head back, and Seonghwa stroked a bit harder, knowing how Hongjoong couldn’t stand gentle for long. It was thankfully loud in the back seat, the other three men engaging in their own heated exchange, too distracted with arguing over sleeping arrangements to notice the heavy breathing from the front seat. Finding Hongjoong’s heavily lidded eyes watching his, Seonghwa felt your free hand cover his, using his palm to stroke Hongjoong faster. Joong bucked his hips up, his breath growing more jagged. Seonghwa’s own dick was leaking in his loose pants, his hips rocking in an attempt to find purchase.

When the car finally stopped, Hongjoong was thrusting into your hand and Seonghwa had laid back to watch, his hands working himself over his pants in time with your strokes. You all quickly stumbled from the car, your hands grasping and pulling at each other as you made your way blindly towards their door, ignoring the screams and gagging of realization not far behind you. You fumbled for the key card from your purse, Seonghwa and Hongjoong each plastered to opposite sides of you, Hongjoong biting at the crook of your neck as Seonghwa rutted against your hip. Seonghwa heard a soft curse from you as you almost dropped the key card, but soon after heard the beep of the door unlocking.

That beep was effectively a starting pistol, as the door was ripped open by Hongjoong, Seonghwa sweeping you into the room, turning you to take your lips in a demanding kiss, your legs moving to wrap around his waist as his hands cupped your ass. Hongjoong whipped his shirt over his head and moved behind you, his fingertips running up the sides of your ribcage as his mouth found your neck, each man working their hips against you. You moaned deeply into Seonghwa’s mouth, and he pulled back, watching your head tip back as Hongjoong’s hands slipped between you and Seonghwa, coming up to cup your breasts through your shirt.

Your heavily lidded eyes and the flash of Hongjoong giving Seonghwa a glance full of heat was all Seonghwa could take. He turned, tossing you to the bed and tugging his own shirt off over his head as Hongjoong covered your body with his own, rucking your top up and running kisses over your chest in its wake. Seonghwa stood once more, watching his favorite show, thumbing the button of his pants open and reaching in to grip his straining cock as he watched you gasp and wriggle under the mouth that Seonghwa knew all too well was wickedly talented. He slowly stroked himself, his chest heaving as he simply stood and took in the beauty laid out before him. You turned your head to him, your pupils blown with lust and your breasts bared, Hongjoong working one feverishly. Slowly, you held your hand out to Seonghwa, beckoning him to join you.  

Not even raising his head, Hongjoong mumbled against your skin, “Get over here and touch us, Hwa.”  

Who was he to deny such a beautiful order? Seonghwa shoved his pants and boxers off as he strode to the bed, his leaking member leading him. As he crawled onto the bed, your hand wrapped around his cock, and he sighed, letting his head fall back as you brought him closer, Hongjoong sitting up to remove the remaining clothing from both your bodies.

Vaguely, through the haze of the pleasure you were bringing him, Seonghwa saw Hongjoong slide his hand down you, fingers slipping into you as your soft hand wrapped around the back of Hongjoong’s neck, gently drawing his head down to Seonghwa’s cock. Hongjoong gave you a wicked smile and parted his lips, allowing you to slip the head of Seonghwa’s throbbing dick into his mouth. A strong shiver took Seonghwa as he was lost to the feeling of Hongjoong’s tongue on his overly-sensitized head, your little hands lifting and cupping his sack, one of your fingers slipping back to brush against his ass, causing him to pant out a heavy breath, thrusting hard into Hongjoong’s mouth.

The mouth on him slowed, feeling him begin to twitch, and Hongjoong pulled back, looking up with his lust-filled smirk, then lowering his head to your core. Your cry as Hongjoong’s tongue gave you its attention had Seonghwa gripping the base of his cock, straining, teeth gritting. Taking a deep breath, he wet his lips with the tip of his tongue, then slid down the bed, gently brushing Hongjoong’s hair back and kissing down his jawline, from ear to chin, then joining his tongue with Hongjoong, who instinctively shifted to allow him room to share.

You arched hard, your hands ripping at the sheets as they worked their tongues in a pas de duex across your sex, overstimulating you right away. Hongjoong slipped a hand under Seonghwa, finding his cock hot and throbbing, still twitching and leaking. You stiffened, Hongjoong’s tongue delving in, tasting every bit of you that he could reach as Seonghwa sucked your clit between his trembling lips, thrusting into Hongjoong’s hand. You clenched, your orgasm cresting over you in a wave of shaking and cursing, Seonghwa joining you at the sound of your moans and the grip of Hongjoong, moaning into your clit as Hongjoong milked the cum from him.

Finally, both of your stuttering hips stilled, both breathing heavily, and he and Hongjoong lifted their heads, each face wet with the remnants of your pleasure. They sat up, Seonghwa laying a soft kiss on the corner of Hongjoong’s mouth, then licking the taste of you from his lips. They shared a moment, each nipping and licking at the other’s lips, then turned to you as you looked on with sated, loving eyes. You took hold of Hongjoong’s wrist, leading the still sticky fingers to your lips, taking your turn to clean him up, your soft tongue lapping Seonghwa’s cum from his digits. Hongjoong let his eyes fall shut, his own still-hard cock leaping against his stomach. Seonghwa smiled down at you with a wink, taking Hongjoong by the hips and maneuvering him between your spread thighs.  

He settled himself behind Hongjoong, kissing his shoulder and whispering, “Fuck her for me, Joong. Until I can go again.”  

Reaching around Hongjoong’s waist, he took hold of the shorter man’s pulsing cock and angled it down. His other hand also reached around, taking the wetness from your opening and spreading it across the head of Hongjoong’s dick gently, loving the gasp from the other man. He aimed the tip of Hongjoong to your opening, one hand moving to Hongjoong’s shoulder, leaning him over you as he slid into you, both you and Hongjoong gasping at the sensations on your overly sensitized flesh. Seonghwa moved his long fingers to your thighs, holding them open for Hongjoong as he molded his body to the back of the other man, setting his mouth to work on his shoulder and neck.  

He began to thrust, his dick cradled between his stomach and Hongjoong’s back, moving Hongjoong’s hips with his own. They set a pace together that was slow and teasing, both of them waiting for Seonghwa to recover. As your breath became heavy once more and Hongjoong began to moan out his pleasure, Seonghwa bit down harder on the crux of Hongjoong’s neck and shoulders, and raised one hand to give a stinging slap to your thigh. Your combined cries of pleasure were all Seonghwa needed. He was hard again, aching balls ready to cum once more. Moving back, he dragged the tip of his dick over Hongjoong’s ass, loving that his thrusts sped at the sensation.  

Seonghwa trailed a finger up Hongjoong’s spine and murmured in a voice both sweet and steely, “Turn over. Let me join you, loves.”

You hummed in pleasure as Hongjoong wrapped an arm around your waist and rolled so that you were above him. Seonghwa moved behind you, one hand sliding up your back to lace into your hair, gathering and gripping it. He pushed you forward, baring both your holes. He licked his lips at the sight of Hongjoong’s thickness spreading you open, still thrusting at a leisurely pace. Seonghwa gave a daring smile at Hongjoong who stared heatedly at him over your trembling shoulder, and traced a finger down and into you along with Hongjoong’s cock, the thrusts taking on a new pace as he gathered more of your wetness, though you were plenty wet from their earlier ministrations.

He slid his finger in unison with Hongjoong’s thrusts for a moment before withdrawing it and moving to begin to work it into your ass. He slid it in, preparing you for him, loving the way your voice wavered as you called out his name, begging him for something, anything, completely fucked out as his hand tightened in your hair. When he had you unable to form words, he removed his finger and gripped his cock, beginning to work it slowly into your ass. You arched your back, and Hongjoong took the moment to take one of your breasts with his teeth, thrusting harder at the pressure of Seonghwa’s cock filling you.

Once he was fully seated, he paused for a moment, licking his lips and watching the way your back twisted, writhing, your mind completely lost to pleasure. Hongjoong was moaning in that rasping voice that told you that he was close. Seonghwa might have already cum once, but the tightness of your ass and the thrust of Hongjoong against him was enough to have him teetering on the edge himself.  

With a whisper of “I’m going to fuck you both, loves. Just lay still,” he pressed his lips to the sweet skin of your back, licking his way up to your neck as Hongjoong moaned hard, stilling.

Seonghwa slowly pulled his hips back, then snapped them hard into you, feeling you tighten right away, and Hongjoong throb in your other hole. Seonghwa growled lightly into your neck as he fucked you hard, his pace slow but punishing, just how he knew you both loved. Your breathing stuttered, so close, and he picked up his pace, feeling Hongjoong gripping your hips to hold you in place and ground himself. You were all going to cum, and cum hard. Seonghwa rolled his hips, fucking you deeper, throwing his head back on a cry as you clamped down around both of them.

The immediate intense tightness and your screams of pleasure brought them both to their peak, Seonghwa wrapping his arms around your waist tight and burying his face in your neck just as he buried his cock deep in your ass. He huffed out a curse as he spilled himself into the woman he loved and felt the man he loved thrusting through his orgasm inside you as well, each of them filling you with creamy warmth. Hongjoong moaned in relief as he finally began to come down from his high, and you slumped in Seonghwa’s arms, trembling heavily. Gently, Seonghwa pulled out, feeling Hongjoong doing the same. You hissed in a breath at the stimulation, and Seonghwa lay you to the mattress next to Hongjoong, pressing kisses to each of his lovers and moving to the bathroom to grab towels for you each.

His legs shook as he stood, his body still tingling from the aftershocks of pleasure. He grabbed two towels, then turned on the water in the sink, waiting for it to turn warm as he cleaned himself with a washcloth. In the mirror he could see Hongjoong roll to his side, nuzzling into your neck as you raised a shaking hand to stroke his hair, the dim light coming through the window wreathing you both in an ethereal glow. His breath caught, as it always did when he caught you in a tender moment. He loved you both so much, and he wasn’t sure how he’d gotten so lucky. Giving a dimpled smile, he wet one of the wash rags in the now hot water, then approached the bed, laying a towel over Hongjoong’s groin, letting the man clean himself while he took the warm cloth and cleaned the cum leaking from you.

Just as he tossed the wash cloth aside and dropped a kiss to your hip, your phone chimed to signal a text message. Seonghwa passed the phone to you from the floor, then cuddled up on your other side as you laughed weakly at your phone screen. He lifted a tired eyelid to see a message from Yeosang.

“Idk what Seonghwa and Hongjoong did to you, but they made you scream louder than my loudmouth roommates over here, so give them my congratulations and also SHUT UP.”

Seonghwa chuckled, and you shot back a text.

“Better get used to that 😉 “

Yeosang almost immediately replied.

“Oh hell no, we are getting rooms on the opposite side of every motel from you pervs from now on”

Giggling, you tossed your phone aside and turned to drape your leg over Hongjoong’s hip, snuggling into his side and Seonghwa rolled to spoon you from behind. Seonghwa gave a happy sigh, running a hand through your hair then settling to hold Hongjoong’s hand which rested over your waist. Just as you all were drifting off, he heard exaggerated moans from across the wall, and the creaking of a bed, followed by raucous laughter. Seonghwa made a note to smack each of his boys on the head in the morning.

[alaksandus]

Just finished watching the Fiona and Cake by some VERY legal means, and I am reminded again and again how much I love the character of Simon Petrikov

Obviously spoilers I guess! if you haven’t watch it or even haven’t watched Adventure Time, I deeply suggest that you do.

I think the new spin-off really allows us to understand just how human he is because I know we were very familiarized with the Ice King.

It gave him a distinct flaw-fulness that I don’t think the original series was able to get across or even given the time to get across. All we were able to see was the kind natures fatherly figure who made his necessary sacrifices and the hopeless romantic whose madness drove his love away. In the main series, it seemed like all the flaws were exclusively from the crown itself and it’s madness ( of course, this is not a fault of Adventure Time, it merely needed to focus on the tragic element of Ice King and had to create an easy foil to understand the caring nature of Simon and the “cold” nature of IK)

Yet, I’m Fiona and Cat, Simon is allowed to be human, separate from being the “monster” of Ice King. And in this, we get to see his flaws. In particular, that he was an extremely selfish lover who never made the same level of sacrifice for his love and because of that in combination with the crown, his love was destined to fail ( I particularly like the parallels told in the story of Casper and Nova, that through Casper’s case for the crown, and Casper’s (Simon’s) choice to ignore Nova’s (Betty’s) solution, he is ultimately forced to lose her in someway, either by her death and him remembering her (Golb solution) or her life and him forgetting her (Ice King solution); another point I like was Simon wondering if his selfishness ultimately led him to find the crown and become the Ice King)

But within all that, Simon learns from his mistake and rather than relapse for the sake of Fiona snd Cake and lose himself to the crown, he lets himself live, just as Betty wanted.

But continuing on the idea of selfish love and it’s connection to the crown, I wonder if it was specifically this type of love that imbued itself into the mad psyche of Ice King. I have seen people talk about how the Ice King searches for princesses because he (Simon) lost his princess, so I wonder if the selfish, you should sacrifice yourself for me, expectation of that former love is the reason Ice King is so willing to kidnap the princesses themselves. Burrowed into the psyche of the crown is now the idea that there is a princess who needs no other life than a life with the wearer.

On one last note, I will prematurely clarify that I don’t think Simon was intentional in his selfishness. It is made abundantly clear that he is not and didn’t even consider to think of it. Now, I am not going to make the case that that is better. What I will say is that despite his selfishness, Betty was still willing to sacrifice herself which I think is another interesting element of her character. Throughout the previous series, she was either that mysterious princess or characterized as an insane obsessive freak who wanted someone back who wasn’t there (until digested by Golb). But here, we get to see what that obsession was before. Self-sacrificial love and devotion, even if you did not receive equal parts back (Simon still loved her very much, just not to her own extant). I think it helps to finish the painting of the love between Betty and Simon. It was messy. There was unequal distribution of love. But they loved each other, and fought for each other until it was beyond evident that they could not win. And for that, I will always love their story and their characters.

Sorry for the little actual analysis in this post. I wasn’t trying to be too critical or analytical. I just wanted to spew my mind!

[raptorsaurusmelain]

Let me show you... Youtube - chapter 23

I think I want to post it on AO3, is this a good idea ?

Warning : no proof reading, English is not my mother tongue.

Trigger warning : once sentence speak about unaliving themselves.

If you are interested in reading this fic, the tag "#twst lmsyy" will give you all the chapters.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

The woman didn’t understand the sentence really well. She turned her head. No one. [Strange… I was sure someone was there.]

Victoria looked at Crewel with her eyes full of questions. “Did you speak to me ?”

Crewel patted her head. “No. Hearing voices ?”

Victoria frowned. “... Maybe.”

Like magic, she received a text. about the painting. She smiled “I am sorry, I gotta go. Thank you for spending all this time with me.”

The man coveted her. He feathered the back of her hand with his mouth. “No big deals, it was wonderful to spend all this time with such a beautiful woman.”

Victoria reddened. “Thank you for the compliment… Goodbye.”

She flew to the art room. She was panting by the time she arrived. “I am here for the painting !”

A teenage boy greeted her. “Hello, I am the painter ! Nice to meet you.”

Victoria looked at him from head to toe. He seemed near a good burn out. They had the same dark circles and pasty white complexion, indicating the unhealthy lifestyle they lived. They even had the same fake smile plastered on their face. Damn it was like looking at a gender bending mirror.

The boy spoke first “Mh, about the canvas… Do you really want to buy it ? It is a depressing one… Ladies normally prefer bright paintings with flowers and cute animals on them…”

Victoria nodded. “No, I want this one. It is really a melting pot of raw emotions, I like it. It reminds me of myself.”

He seemed troubled. “Oh… Ok… Then for the price..”

They discussed the price. Once she gave him the money -after insisting to pay him rightfully- she asked. “This painting feels like something you already experienced. Is it you ? Or someone you know ?”

The boy had a faint smile. “I am the one in this painting…”

Victoria felt tears coming out. “You know… If you have help, everything will get better. I know it for sure.”

The poor teenager squeezed her hand before she went away. “Thank you..”

She turned around with her new addition when she heard a faint whisper. “Whore.”

She turned her head as fast as a human could to see who was speaking. No one again. [I don’t like this at all.]

When she was in the corridor she was stopped by a voice she knew. “Mrs Devi ? What are you doing here ? You should be watching the games.”

She smiled facing the man. “I could tell you the same professor Trein.”

He coughed. “I was merely patrolling inside the school.”

The cat in his arms meowed. He added/ “What do you have here ? A painting ?”

She nodded and showed him. “Indeed ! A fellow student made it. I think he has a lot of talent, the emotions are so raw. I love it.”

Lucius seemed intrigued by the canvas. He sniffed it. Trein frowned. “It is… an unusual taste in painting.”

Victoria shrugged. “Well you need a little bit of everything to make a world… I don’t critique people’s taste in food, don’t critique my taste in paint.”

The duo was stunned by her comeback. “I am not criticizing your taste, I just find it original.”

Victoria, deadpan, looked at him. “‘Original’ often means ugly. Like when we say that a hat is ‘original’ when it is just plain old ugly. In short, I have a painting and I am going to hang it, if you excuse me. Humpf!”

Trein was left speechless. Lucius meowed. Trein asked the cat. “What do you mean I screw things up ?”

Victoria came back quickly to the dorm to hang her painting in her bedroom -after watching a quick tutorial on how to hang a frame on old wood wall-. No one had good taste in paintings here. She could spend hours looking at it without getting tired of it.

She heard noises then a good “Victoria we are hoooome.”

The woman welcomed the duo. “Hello dearies ! How were the games ? I filmed your game of course !”

Yuu became shy while Grim boasted confidence. “Nya ha ha !!! We were awesome, no ?”

Victoria applauded, smiling. “Of course ! Everyone has witnessed the great Grim in action !”

Grim continued to laugh. This time it was Yuu’s time to speak. “You… Aren't you going to ask us about what happened before the match ?”

Victoria looked at the Child and asked. “Do you want to speak about it ?”

Tears filled Yuu’s eyes. The woman guided the Child to the sofa and Grim said. “You are a cry baby, subordinate !”

Victoria clicked her tongue. “Shh Grim if you want tuna later.”

Grim shut his trap and Yuu began to speak. The fear they had when Ruggie was hurt, the disaster it was to escape the attacks,... They had a lot to unpack, like last time.

She let them cry all they needed. It was to a point they fell asleep on the couch. Victoria covered them with a duvet before preparing dinner. She made tuna mayo onigiri for everyone and left a plate covered with cellophane on the table. She wrote ‘For Yuu <3’ in her best penmanship.

She was in a dire need of sleep.

Tag : @boba-tea-fish @hipsterteller

[the-illiterate-pirate]

I L O V E McQueen. He’s so cutesy! Could I request him eating his s/o for the first time? I don’t imagine him having gotten much action but i think he’d be really excited

HI SRRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I SUCK!!

Shook Me All Night Long

Notes: NSFW, reader has afab parts but no specified gender, consensual somno, kinda short sorry :(

Some days McQueen thought he would've been better just staying at Green Dolphin. Not much has changed since he was let free, only moving from one place to another. He wasn't sweeping down corridors in the Aquarium, but instead he was bussing tables and cleaning floors at a high-end restaurant a couple blocks away from his apartment. His "cell" was a little bit bigger, and the bathroom was a little more private. But McQueen had a hard time adjusting to life outside prison walls, and something rooted deep inside of him was near constantly telling him he needed to go back.

He had to remind himself of the smaller things in life. Sometimes he had to ignore the bigger picture to find and appreciate the little details, like in a painting. He had you to help remind him of that. Maybe life wasn't perfect like in the movies, but there were still things to find and appreciate.

You, for an example. McQueen loves you, deeply. He wouldn't have met you if he stayed in Green Dolphin. His bed was insanely comfortable. It didn't matter how long he was stuck closing at work, in under a minute he could kiss the sheets of his bed and he'd be out like a light, always waking up refreshed. He didn't have much access to music in prison, but now he loved to listen to the radio every morning. There was the little garden hanging from your bedroom window that he loved to tend to. Sometimes he'd find a bumblebee, and on a rare chance he could scoop one up in his hand.

There were a lot of things he missed about prison. But there was a whole lot more he enjoyed about the real world. Like coming home from a long night's work. That familiar ache in his back was present, but it would disappear after once he woke up. McQueen thanked his lucky stars you both had tomorrow off, that gave him the opportunity to sleep in with you until afternoon.

Normally you'd still be awake to greet him. But because he was kept overtime you were probably already asleep. That made him sad, but McQueen would manage. He was too tired to eat, so he put what leftovers you kept out just for him in the fridge, he'd eat them for breakfast tomorrow, most likely. A shower could wait. He didn't stink too bad, he'd do that tomorrow morning, too. He trudged down the hallway to your waiting room, ready to collapse into your arms and doze off. But McQueen suddenly stopped right in his tracks when he saw you.

Oh, sweet, perfect you. The summer heat kept you from enjoying the soft embrace of the blankets, you were down to the bare essentials; tiny shorts and an oversized shirt that left so much to the imagination, but McQueen didn't have to imagine. He's seen every inch of you there was, he knew what you looked like under it all.

You weren't in any peculiar position, you were simply huddled into yourself, one of his pillows wrapped in your arms. McQueen stares for a while longer, slowly getting more jealous of the pillow by the second.

Suddenly, he wasn't too tired to eat, or hose off, but McQueen didn't want to do any of that. He only had one thing on his mind.

He peeled off his clothes, his cat like eyes never leaving your gorgeous body while he stripped down to his briefs. He had your sweet voice stuck in his mind, echoing like a mantra. Something you both talked about long ago, something the blond had completely forgotten about until now.

How your gentle arms encapsulated his frame, your sweet voice talking in his ear. Praising him for how good he was doing at work, and how pent up he must be after such long shifts, breaking his back to please his mean, old boss and terrible customers.

Originally McQueen didn't like the idea of taking advantage of you like that. Love was so very important to him, he didn't want to experience the moment without you. But with your body tempting him so, sultry thoughts invading his mind, and armed with the knowledge that he had your consent, McQueen decided tonight was the night he was going to indulge in something devious.

He snuck into bed near your side, he gently moved your arms away from his pillow, throwing it away to the corner of the room. He threw his arms off you after McQueen heard you mumble in your sleep. Without the comfort of anything in your arms, you subconsciously flopped onto your back, giving your boyfriend the perfect opportunity to your body.

His big, warm hands traveled up your legs to your knees, parting them so he could fit his big self between them. Those hands went lower, cupping your soft thighs, rubbing them gently from underneath your shorts. McQueen felt like he could start drooling the longer he stared at between your legs. He finally pulled off your shorts, never pulling his eyes away from your sopping wet core.

Shit... You were already so wet. Did you have a good dream..? That stirred something inside him even worse.

McQueen didn't think he'd go all the way tonight, not while you were still asleep. But he wanted a taste. God, he really, really wanted a taste. He was ready to suffocate himself with you, but he forced himself not to. He'd never done this with you before, it'd be best to start off slow, right?

He wasn't sure how to start, he began with a long lick, the taste of you was like lightning on his tongue. One drop and he was hooked. Carelessly your legs were thrown over his shoulders, subconsciously flexing around his skull with every fat lick to your core.

Underneath his fingers and his rough palms, McQueen felt how the muscles in your thighs jumped and squeezed. From above he watched you squirm. That pretty mouth of yours was parted, silent, heavy breaths rocking your chest up and down.

He decided to leave your hole, spreading your slick and his saliva across everything, eventually finding your clit. Just the tiniest brush made you whimper, and McQueen knew immediately what he had to do. His mouth attached itself to the little ball of nerves, suckling and licking at your clit, making obscene noises from between your legs. The sudden pressure on your most sensitive parts finally got the reaction McQueen wanted. Your head was thrown back into your pillows, hands reaching down to your boyfriend's head to keep him there while he pleased you. A loud moan escaped your mouth, while he just kept sucking.

Between the pressure of your thick thighs around his skull and your hands pulling at his hair and the taste of you in his mouth, McQueen was in heaven. He couldn't understand why he'd never done this before. The noises you were making went straight to his cock, he could feel it growing harder in his boxers by the minute.

Two of his fingers found their way inside you while McQueen's mouth was busy with your clit. They pumped in and out of you at a nice pace, not too fast and not too slow.

Your noises picked up in sound with his pumps. His ear was just able to pick up the soft "yes, yes, yes" that he was able to squeeze out of you.

You whine and keen, humping his face closer to the parts of you that needed him most. Everything was still a daze. Waking up to absolute pleasure, and oh so close to a wonderful orgasm. Your thighs threatened to crack open his head while your nails dug deeper into his scalp. You chanted your boyfriend's name in a heavenly voice, asking for him to let you cum in his mouth, begging, sounding so needy. McQueen couldn't refuse.

He quickened his pace, sucking on your clit in time with his fingers thrusting inside you. It happened all at once, before McQueen even realized. Just a long wanton call of his name before he felt your cum drench his hand. Of course he immediately lapped it up, like a thirsty dog, licking your cunt up until it was clean.

He set back on his haunches, dutifully cleaning the cum off his hands while he allowed you to settle from your high. The mattress underneath was rubbing against his crotch, it felt too good. He was so pent up from eating you out, he felt like he was about to explode. He kept rocking back and forth. You took notice, taking sweet breaths, eyes floating down to the painfully obvious boner.

You let loose a shuddering sigh. "Well. That's one hell of a way to get woken up."

"You're not upset, are you?"

"'Course not. You were pretty good, I should make you eat me out more often." You chuckle lightly at the beginning blush on his cheeks. He cuddled closer, pressing his lips against yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, but didn't really mind. McQueen lowered you back into the sheets, caressing your body while his caged you in. You parted for a moment, eyes drifting between his and his crotch.

"Say... Why don't you give me the real deal before we hit the hay?" You say before attacking his neck with soft bites.

He was just able to stutter out his response. "Are you sure? Don't you want to go back to sleep?"

"And leave you like this? No way." You kissed him again, and again, and again, leaving him breathless. "My darling McQueen, you deserve to use me however you want after working so late..." He didn't try to fight it anymore, allowing himself to indulge in your body again.

[uxop]

OKAY

TRUE ENDING (Fujieda’s route) SPOILERS AHEAD

My personal thoughts!!!

I just want to say that after completing the route any other routes will make me feel incomplete. Again, because I originally just wanted to play for Rei I didn’t expect for the game to tie all the routes plot lines in a nice complete bow. And because of that this route was the most captivating to watch. The mystery, flashbacks, Towa’s nightmare truly captured audience attention and kept them glued to the screen, atleast it did for me (I straight up binged played this one fully sooo). Towa truly shines in this, because — duhh— he is the primary focus. Now after knowing the whole past, you can kind of reflect and see the way all of his actions in the present formulate as a way of coping mechanism. These self destructive tendencies, also the sexual drive (might also reflected as a way of reacting to the trauma), and the gravitation towards violence kind of reflected heavily in the route. Also I kind of wanna say the change in mechanics in the “interrogations” were aaaa they gave me chills the whole Towa manipulation for Sakaki in the last showdown really gave me goosebumps. That reminds me when Towa’s memories of his mom are revealed and we finally see the whole thing with glitching screen in red, that was insanely well made, like the related word over and over again and the way goosebumps prickled my skin after she spoke was so intense. Again I wanna say that this route was truly the most well thought and kept me on my toes :)

Now to Fujieda himself, I just wanna say I love him. The only thing that I didn’t like and probably everyone also hates that about him (or I guess the authors for doing that) is well that rape scene. The scene came out of nowhere, I even made side notes when I reacted to it (the progression in my disbelief of this scene). I have no idea even why Nitro+Chiral added it because after knowing Fujieda past itself it doesn’t really makes sense for his character. At least, in the Madarame’s route it is pretty in character because just based on his character of course he would do fucked up shit, you know. But for Fujieda it doesn’t even makes sense like it just happened and it has not affected Towa (as Towa himself said it), didn’t do anything it was just there. I wish they could just delete the scene would have been so much better.

Towa even voiced my thoughts about it

Yeah, but not looking at that scene I wanna say that this character as how the chapter says is an equal to Towa, from their respective scars and childhood abuse, and the way Fujieda carried himself, showcased him as dependable and a very suitable fit for Towa. He didn’t save Towa. As he said it himself they were a support for one another, a push in helping each to do better and be strong. Equals in every aspect of that way, the whole conversation during Towa attempted suicide really showcased how Fujieda sees through him (that whole scene was really a rollercoaster of emotions 😭)

Especially this line really struck a course for me

Yeah, overall those meaningful conversations with Fujieda really made me love his route a lot.

The last scenes with the diary fucking made me sob 😭, the beach scene really made me smile (the way Towa was finally somewhat at peace and can now learn to do stuff he has missed in his childhood), and the painting really put changes in how Towa perceived things. That was really beautiful, I am really satisfied with the ending and happy for Towa, of course.

Oh well I could talk a lot about it and probably point out more things that I enjoyed but it would be too long of a rant.

With it I am done.

I will probably finish Fujieda’s bad route and look at other cg’s, but as of now I am done.

I will soooo miss knowing this for the first time.I am so glad I didn’t spoiler myself majorly for any route as this experience would probably not be the same if I did.

[elliepassmore]

Immortal Longings review

5/5 stars Recommended if you like: The Hunger Games, enemies to lovers, murder games, unhinged FMCs, morally gray characters I was a little nervous coming into this one since it's completely separate from the Secret Shanghai world, but I needn't have been, I absolutely love this book. It's got the action, the morally questionable characters, the enemies to lovers, the tragedy. All of it. I was not bored once while reading this. The book actually reminds me a bit of a Hunger Games / Dualed mashup where the characters are chasing down and murdering other people in a sci-fi/dystopian city but it's a government sanctioned bloodsport. The idea of San-Er really drew me in. I love the idea of dual cities and how they become connected over time. I also love how it hearkens to cities from the ancient and medieval worlds. San-Er is created along similar lines, with the two cities springing up on either side of a river and building walls around themselves as the monarchs decide to rule together but still separate. The city itself is a blend of the historic and the future, and I really enjoy how the 'future' has very 90s vibes with pages and internet cafes. Despite the seeming disparateness of the ancient past and the future/90s, the elements work together to create a unique city. I really like how much of San-Er we get to see in the book and how varied the different districts can be. Jumping between bodies was also an interesting idea to me. Everyone has qi but only some (most?) people have the gene to jump bodies, taking their qi with them and leaving their 'birth body' behind. the only way to tell if someone jumps bodies is by their eye color, which also carries over when they jump. There are also empty vessels, which are simply bodies without qi and thus lack consciousness, and can magically repair from wounds. But jumpers can also jump into other people and are either pushed out if that person is too strong or take over the body for whatever period of time they please. If a jumper takes over another body permanently, the original consciousness eventually fades (dies). It's definitely an intriguing setup, particularly when you take into account that people readily jump bodies for one reason or another and a lot of people just see physical bodies as accessories. Technically jumping is against the law, but most everyone seems to do it anyway and it's a commonplace thing. On the one hand, it's painted as being very normal in this world and just something that people expect at some point or another. There are a handful of people immune to it, people who are doubled/already have two qis (i.e., already being occupied) and the Weisannas, but unless your qi is powerful enough to repel other jumpers, everyone is open to being jumped into. Thus, as various characters say in the book, bodies are just things to use for a while until you move on to the next one. Under that morality, it's perfectly fine and normal to use the bodies however you want, be it in the games or to have sex or to just have a pretty face. But there were definitely some moments in the book that gave me pause. I did wonder about the people killed in the games, either alongside a player who had jumped into them or after a player jumped before the body and other qi died. I also had a moment when Calla and Anton have sex because...that's not Anton's body. There are definitely questions of consent re: body jumping, but I feel like they won't be addressed because it's just so normalized in this world. Regardless, it's still an interesting part of the book. The games are set up as a way to win riches beyond most people's imaginings and serve as a risky last ditch effort to claw out of poverty. The games aren't limited to an arena though and players are given run of the city, making it more dangerous for both them and for San-Er's residents. It provided an interesting setup, especially since it is televised as a game, so people watch from their TV screens but they'll also crowd around a fight to try and see live who will win. Since there are 88 participants and the fighting is so spread out over the city we don't get to meet most of them, and the ones we do meet are almost inevitably in a fight where they eventually die. The interesting thing about the characters is that they all want to transform Talin (maybe not Anton, not at first), they just have different ideas about how to do it. They form an interesting hall of mirrors, all with the same goal but different methods and beliefs about how it can best be done. Calla, the murderous princess, is the main character. Sure there are other POVs, but she's the one the story centers on. After massacring the rest of the royal family and some of their guards, Calla was forced into hiding before she could finish the job by killing off the other royal family. She's in the games now to win so she can get close enough to finish the job. While she did commit the massacre, she did it because she wanted to bring the regime down and transform Talin. I liked that plan, but I wasn't so much a fan of how she decided to trust August and let him be king. Even without being told, just reading his POV showed he was skeevy. Other than her plans, Calla is someone who's done her best to wall herself off from everyone else and her own emotions. She feels some guilt about killing during the games, but not enough to try and find a way to get around it. Calla was trained to be a killer and she's good at it. At the same time, she seems to feel this great burden about Talin and the people in it who are suffering. She wants the regime to change, even if it has to be done forcefully, but she's not much of a strategist in how she plans to get it done. It is kind of a nice change of pace to see a character who's just vicious without also being manipulative. I do like Calla as a character and how thoroughly messy she is. I look forward to seeing her (and hopefully Mao Mao) in book 2. Anton is a disgraced aristocrat who's entering the games for the money so he can pay off his medical debt and get his sick childhood lover proper care. He readily jumps from body to body as needed to get things done and does seem to have some strategic capabilities since he picks his bodies for specific reasons. Like Calla, Anton is vicious, but he also is more trusting of others and more willing to open himself up. I like Anton's character as well and seeing both the desperation and obsession at different points. I'm very very curious to see how things play out with him. August is the crown prince and is probably equally as obsessive as Calla and Anton, just about different things. He's the adopted son of the king and feels that lack of nobility in his bones and is, frankly, desperate to claw his way all the way to the top. August starts out seeming like a playful noble son, the brat Calla calls him, but as the book progresses it becomes clear that August is both strategic and manipulative. Calla believes he'll change Talin, Anton believes August will tear into it with both fists. I'm inclined to agree with Anton. August steps on people to get what he wants and is both manipulative enough and vicious enough to do terrible things to make it happen. I do love characters like that, but since he's kind of working against Calla's own interests, I'm not so much a fan, lol. As with the others, I'm intrigued to see how things play out with him in the next book. Overall, this is a very action packed book with sci-fi, historical, and 90s-noir vibes. I really enjoyed it and was on the edge of my seat the entire time. I like how Gong plays with the motivations and plans of each of the characters and how they reflect different sides of the same goal (mostly). The ending also left a lot open for the next book, so I'm interested to see how everything plays out. Also, it's a trilogy now?! The wait is going to kill me.

[light-lanterne]

hello !! so, a lovely anon has sent me the most wondrous ask analysing (from a byler perspective) the lyrics from an album that came out on friday night, the likes of which is by my current favourite band (and hyperfixation). unfortunately, my reply was getting ridiculously long, so i shall screenshot the different parts of this ask and add them to this post instead ~

needless to say, i'll also be connecting these beautiful lyrics to byler :O many an au idea has spawned from me listening to this album a few times over, so there's that too. if you're a byler who've never even heard of this band, i highly suggest you check them out; some of their songs are very heavy, others are not and may even be considered pop. regardless of the music, all the lyrics are wonderful and they're definitely worth a listen.

anyway, let us begin !!

— sleep token —

take me back to eden

okei, so for the "simple" question: i don't know which is my favourite new release, they're all just so good :( maybe 'ascensionism', for it's the one that's been stuck in my head all day x.x but really, they're all perfection and if these guys don't get a grammy or five i'll be very mad >:(

anyway, you said you were joking but i'm actually buzzing with excitement at the prospect of analysing the whole thing so here we go ~

first, the singles (i'll be as brief as possible):

i. chokehold: ah,,, the perfect start of the album. i think the song is mostly about vessel's devotion to sleep, but these lyrics really feel like s1 mike to me :O - - - - - - - - - - - beneath the stormy seas, above the mountain peaks, it's all the same to me, it makes no difference. i've seen my days unfold, done the impossible. i'll turn my walls to gold to bring you home again. - - - - - - - - - - - yeah,,, just the disposition to do anything and defeat all obstacles in order to literally "bring [this person] home again" really reminded me of mike :]

ii. the summoning: such an exquisite single,,, really the best song to pull people in~ needless to say, the bridge brings a really neat dynamic that would work really well in an aged-up fic, i think. - - - - - - - - - - - oh, and my love. did i mistake you for a sign from god? or are you really here to cast me off? or maybe just to turn me on? 'cause these days i would be lying if i told you that i didn't wish that i could be your man, or maybe make a good [boy] bad. - - - - - - - - - - - maybe the classic good student will/rebellious mike? something like that :D

iii. granite: this was my favourite single !! it's dark and moody and it paints a sad but somewhat beautiful picture :O from the lyrics this is about a dysfunctional relationship and codependency, so it doesn't quite fit canon byler :S an au, however,,, - - - - - - - - - - - i was more than just a body in your passenger seat, and you were more than just somebody i was destined to meet, i see you go half-blind when you're looking at me. but i am. between the second-hand smoke and the glass on the street, you gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave, you say you want me, but you know i'm not what you need. but i am. - - - - - - - - - - - ,,,yeah. messy queer relationships can be fun to write and read and this one paints a very interesting scenario ~ when i first heard it, i immediately associated it with my serial killer au :D

iv. aqua regia: this one is such a vibe ~ i originally didn't care much for it, tbh, and it took me a while to get the metaphors x.x but once i got it i really started liking the song a lot more ! - - - - - - - - - - - aqua regia, (< gold refiner; vessel describes himself as gold before) oxytocin running in the ether. (< the ether would be the internet,,,) silicon ballrooms, (< silicon is a main component of electronics, so instead of social gatherings happening in an actual ballroom, they happen on the phone) subatomic interactions if it's all good. - - - - - - - - - - - so yeah, my understanding is that the main character in this song is someone who resists technology, but stops trying to fight it once they meet someone they feel something for online which is quite lovely ~ also, these lines are so cute: - - - - - - - - - - - oh, when i am done dancing to alarm bells no wonder my ears are still ringing. - - - - - - - - - - - (just imagine vessel bouncing around all excited about getting a message from this person :D ) anyway, um, modern byler au where mike is an anti-technology nerd who finally gets himself a phone just so that maybe he can talk to this really cute, semi-instagram-popular guy he likes from one of his lectures ^-^

v. vore: um,,, yeah,,, as someone who leans towards heavier music i love this song so so much !! the themes of obsession are amazing and really build on the concepts brought up in "this place will become your tomb", so that's a nice callback :O needless to say, there's not much bylering going on here but the vibe really goes well with aforementioned serial killer au, so there's that x.x

ix. dywtylm: aha, last single ! i must admit, i also didn't care for it a lot when i first heard it but, within the context of the album, it's a great break between "the apparition" and the final part of the record ~ so, i think i'd mentioned this before (?) but i can't remember,,, anyway, the lyrics scream mike at me ~ - - - - - - - - - - - and my reflection just won't smile back at me like i know it should. and i would turn into a stranger in an instant if i could. and there is something eating me alive, i don’t know what it is. maybe not that you conceal your feelings, they just don't exist. - - - - - - - - - - - also these: - - - - - - - - - - - and i've tried so hard to fix it all but nothing seems to help, but i cannot hope to give you what i cannot give myself. - - - - - - - - - - - yeah, canon mike's insecurities, guilt and confusion really reflect on those lyrics :( if i were to write something around this, it'd probably be a post m*leven break-up thing where mike is unsure if he has a chance with will, so they’re both just dancing around each other,,,

anyway, there's the singles !! now onto the new songs :D

vi. ascensionism: my absolute favourite song of the album ;-; there's something about fun genre-merging that really tickles my brain ~ i can't say i get the lyrics as much as the other songs, but from what i get it's about a relationship that's gone awry and both parts know they need to break up, but neither one wants to do it :( (there's also some stuff about a pseudo-religion called "ascensionism" and from what i get, it would imply that our main character believes they deserve this because of something they did in a previous life, so by accepting this, they will be able to ascend,,, or something like that x.x again, i don't quite get it just yet.) anyway, as much as i like this song i can't really connect it to byler ;-; maybe an exes fic, where they reflect on their fallout ? i don't do well with those, unfortunately x.x

vii. are you really okay?: this song is so pretty and sad :( i actually quite liked it !! it doesn't sound like anything from the soundtrack, i don't think, but it reminded me of my favourite film ever ("the crow") ~ the 90s vibes are delightful and it really gave me a feel of nostalgia that only added on to the emotion ;-; now, out of all the lyrics i'd say these are the most straightforward so i don't think i need to say what this is about :( and it's not quite the same, but i heard this part and had an idea for a short fic: - - - - - - - - - - - and i, i cannot fix your wounds this time. but i, i don't believe you when you tell me you are fine. please don't hurt yourself again. - - - - - - - - - - - picture this: during the confrontation about the painting, mike finds out about everything will has sacrificed to help him be happy so he tries to comfort him.

viii. the apparition: ah, this song feels so short :( it's very pretty though, all about vessel's troubled relationship with sleep ~ indeed, those lyrics you mentioned do feel very byler coded :O maybe their feelings between s3 and s4, when both of them were mourning their perceived lost connection (which they could've solved with a single phone call, but alas,,,) ? something like that ~ as for the dream stuff, i can definitely see will yelling this at vecna, once he's fed-up with the nightmares and being messed with and all that: - - - - - - - - - - - just let me go or take me with you. - - - - - - - - - - - granted, vessel's relationship with sleep is more of devotion than hatred (as reflected by the rest of the lyrics), but that particularly line gave me that visual :O i propose an alternative to the vecna interpretation, though: - - - - - - - - - - - why are you never real? whenever you appear you leave me with that grace, i am trembling with fear. but i know that you will disappear, just as i awake. whisper in my ear. - - - - - - - - - - - imagine that will's been taken by vecna (slipped into a coma or something of such nature) and he communicates with mike through his dreams :] that could be interesting, i think ~

x. rain: woo, byler-coded song !! those verses you wrote definitely feel like them, maybe once they get their stuff together and they accept that they can achieve happiness with each other ;-; i also love the references to other songs ~ part of the chorus feels a lot like "atlantic", there was a callback to "aqua regia" (something about 'saturate'), the 'game' part of the lyrics might be tied to "blood sport",,, i really like it !! the music is amazing and i can proudly inform you that listening to this as it rains around you is a wonderful experience ~ i have nothing more to add to your analysis n_n so, for a fic, i'd write about the direct moment after they defeat vecna and everything is done, with them running into each other's arms and just being happy to have each other, fully, at last.

xi. take me back to eden: the title track,,, an absolute masterpiece ;-; it's got everything musically, the most amazing breakdown, and it really is the perfect song to explain who they are :( and vessel's lyrics,,, "i dream in phosphorescence",,, who thinks of that ? x.x he's by far one of the best lyricists i know >.< the references to previous releases are so cool, too: - the ocean references are a call back to "tpwbyt" - the second verse alludes to "nazareth" (my favourite song) - the biting stuff is from "the offering" - shakespeare's "the merchant of venice" gets quoted - and of course, the first verse from "chokehold" is repeated to round the whole thing up :O ah, amazing,,, anyway, about the lyrics you shared,,,, yes. to all that ~ perfect interpretation <3 the chorus itself can be very byler, too: - - - - - - - - - - - my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre. come now, bite through these wires, i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired. reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher, grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire. - - - - - - - - - - - from mike's pov, he knows he's attracted to will and he perceives that acting on those feelings is dangerous (he's a moth to a flame), but at some point he's tired of being miserable and wants to confront this. it also works from will's pov, with him having already (unknowingly) been hurt by mike and he's tired of hurting, but he can't seem to back away. ,,,i think it works, but you tell me ~ overall, the song really reflects a longing for an innocence lost and we all know mike, will and the entire party can resonate with that :(

xii. euclid: the perfect outro to the album (and the trilogy) !! such a gorgeous piece with one too many musical and lyrical references to other songs to list x.x with the way it ties back to "the night does not belong to god" (first song in sundowning), it really feels like closing a chapter and i can't pretend it didn't make me cry ;-; (i wonder if the song is called euclid because he was the father of geometry, and this song turns the trilogy into a circle,,,) anyway, i haven't got much more to say than what you've already mentioned,,, these lyrics have been gorgeous since the original song,,, - - - - - - - - - - - the whites of your eyes turn black in the lowlight. in turning divine we tangle endlessly, like lovers entwined. - - - - - - - - - - - and these ones (which you already mentioned but i want to repeat because they gave me chills with how pretty they are) really encapsulate byler, i think - - - - - - - - - - - do you remember me when the rain gathers? and do you still believe that nothing else matters? for me it's still the autumn leaves, these ancient canopies that we used to lay beneath. - - - - - - - - - - - yeah,,, i've got nothing more to say,,,

anyway,,, thank you for this wonderful ask and for letting me ramble about this beautiful band and these beautiful lyrics and connect it all to the other thing i love !! sorry it took me days to get through this, i needed some time to digest the whole album ;-; hope you liked my insight (?) and the fic ideas and stuff i mentioned !!

for now, i think it's about time i wrap this ridiculously long post up x.x to whoever is reading this, i really hope you're having the best day or night ever, and that you enjoyed reading my nonsense ~ i'll see about writing some of the fics i mentioned in this post, but it will (obviously) take me a bit x.x

farewell for now !! <3

[gayofthefae]

Rewatching season 3 and remembering that the fight was never about Will not liking girls. Or even not playing games or staying exactly as they were forever. It started with a mention of Dustin, after all. And it’d been two years since we even saw them play DnD (which adds significance to it in season 4 but that’s besides the point). It was never about “did you think we’d stay in my basement playing games forever and not spend less time together when we got girlfriends”. It was never about “we can’t be best friends as if we’re life partners forever”. 

It was “Did you really think we would all be friends forever?” That’s what hit. That’s what I felt rewatching and remembering how that seen actually felt to watch again - especially in context. To Will, Mike wasn’t saying “I need to prioritize my girlfriend sometimes too”. He was saying “this - us; all of us - was only ever going to be temporary. I knew that. Everybody but you knew that.”

It hit extra hard because of the girls line. And in hit extra hard because it was Mike. But what it was really all about was Will feeling betrayed by the idea that everybody but him thought knew that their friend group would eventually grew apart. And it’s like they left him out of the loop. And then were surprised when it hurt.

And along with that, it was like Mike saying “This was inevitable. And now it’s here.” Even if he had worried ever before, this was some confirmation - like “this isn’t just a fight or a rough patch. This is the inevitable end of our relationship.” 

They made up, but still - it’s hard to recover from that. It ALSO adds weight to Will’s line at the end of the season: “What if you wanna join another party?” “Never.” He’s clarifying with Mike. This isn’t gonna end if he has any say. And Mike smiles wide. And that tells him that Mike doesn’t want it too either - or maybe that he certainly not ready to yet.

But then - again, from Will’s perspective - Mike didn’t call. And they may have sent him back into doubt: “Maybe he did mean that he weren’t at that point yet but he still believes that it’ll come. He still believes that he wants too keep me now but that there isn’t any future for us.” And so he tried when Mike visited. He was excited to see him and prove himself wrong like last time when Mike had smiled. But Mike was weird. And didn’t talk to him. And maybe that smile had just been the courtesy of a nice goodbye - not just to Lenora but their friendship. Maybe what Mike meant all along was that he loved their friendship but he was just gonna run with it and if anything came up (between them, not like monsters), he wasn’t gonna work for it. And their fight about how he didn’t keep in touch just confirmed more of that with his avoidance and shifting of blame. 

But then Mike apologized. And Will even tried to take the blame - maybe because he still thought too much work and Mike would bail. But Mike didn’t take it. He took responsibility and he explained himself. He said I felt like I lost you as in I don’t want to lose you. period. And even just in apologizing like that made it clear that he was willing to put in that work. This is also why he’s speaking so casually and not looking up until the point that Mike starts saying “hey, no, I’m putting in the work to ensure that our relationship does have a future and I’m not okay with you just stalling an end.”

So now Will is more relaxed, more trusting. Before, the painting might have been an outlet for him missing Will and maybe even an offering for their friendship again - get something talk about, remind him of the good ol’ days of D&D, just stall that inevitable end a little more. But after that conversation, it was just a gift. Before it served a purpose, but what it became was just an expression of love. Which adds even more to the speech he gave - because he didn’t mean to originally give it but now that’s all the painting was for. At it means even more - hurts even more - that he gave that up. He had that security now. That’s what he couldn’t afford to lose. But he can afford to hide his love.

Even in the van scene, he says “hey, what if we had this silly, crazy future of games and riches. And it’s an unrealistic fantasy - but the riches are the unrealistic part. Not the future, right?” And when Mike said “yeah” absentmindedly, Will still felt secure enough to know not to assume that it was about that idea and instead turn to “what’s wrong - because that’s the only reason you would have responded so apathetically”.

tldr: Will and Mike’s fight in season 3 is about Will hearing Mike say that there is an inevitable end to their friendship and this is it. Their makeup comforts Will but may feel just like stalling that inevitable end when combined with Mike not calling after the make up. Then he’s excited because he wants to prove himself wrong and he makes the painting as a conversation starter or a rekindling as well as just an expression of missing him but seeing Mike again and their fight just worsens those fears - especially because he feels like if they fight again, Mike will just dart at the first sign of having to work for the relationship if he feels like it’s “run its course”. But then Mike apologizes and takes responsibility which makes Will feel secure enough to take the painting, now just as an expression of his (nonspecific) love. He mentions their future again in the van, now with enough security to check in with Mike when he’s apathetic rather than assume it’s a reaction to what he said, and he gifts the painting is El’s name because he feels like now that he’s gained the security he wanted from it, it’s just the same as hiding his love the same way he did before.

[weerd1]

All right, I feel it’s time to dig into my new comfort show, Star Trek: Strange New Worlds. Let me say up front, I love this show, so if you’re looking for someone who’s been watching Star Trek since the ‘70s to gripe about new Trek, you won’t find it here. Is this show perfect? Of course not. Is it Deep Space Nine good? Not yet, but I see potential. Episode by episode look and a long chat after the break! THERE WILL BE SPOILERS!

What it DOES feel like is TOS. From the variety of genres used to tell stories, to some downright weird plot points, to some remarkable social commentary, this really feels like what would happen if they just made TOS now. I lament a bit that we have 10-episode seasons instead of enough in a season to allow for some MORE variety the way TOS had more than 25 episodes a season.

So how about visual continuity?

This show looks like the way I would see this universe when I read novels or played the RPG: effects have caught up with the way I brain painted the Blish adaptations or those early novels. It works for me.

What about character continuity?

Barring the fact the show has canonized the idea that even the “Prime” timeline can shift a bit due to the influences of time travel across the universes (which I love), I think the nuances this show brings do nothing but enhance my understanding of TOS. The Spock/Chapel moments now on TOS? Christine now asking Spock, “have you ever been in love?” in the episode “What Are Little Girls Made Of?” becomes a bit of gut punch! What does it mean to her when he begins to lose control due to Ponn Farr? Does she think he might be reverting back to the Spock of a decade before who chanced to unleash emotion?

Visually and character-wise, we have not changes but expansion. Honestly, most of these perceived “changes” reminds me of Gene Roddenberry taking the opportunity to enhance the Klingons when he had the budget in The Motion Picture. Did he care that the Klingons weren’t bumpy? Did he care to come up with a solution? He didn’t: He was a creator who now had more tools to work with. SNW does that.

My sole complaint, which honestly stretches across many modern shows, Trek and otherwise is about language. TOS and its progeny up until Enterprise used a more stolid, slang-free method of writing which to me added to the timeless nature of the show. When characters in modern Trek use modern vernacular it ties the episodes for me more to the present rather than allowing me to suspend my disbelief that this is the future. This is just my personal preference, and is certainly not something that torpedoes my love for the show or characters.

So, if you’re still with me, let’s get into the nitty gritty, each episode rated from 1 to 5 LLAPs. 🖖

SEASON ONE

“Strange New Worlds” 🖖🖖🖖🖖

After DISCO S2 gave us a Pike which made Spock’s actions in “The Menagerie” entirely plausible, we pick up here with him knowing his destiny and he’s having to work on that. As it plays out, we get some great explorations of what Star Trek and Starfleet within the universe is about. We also get a pretty pointed commentary on our present and what allowing politicians to appeal to and encourage the baser, xenophobic impulses of their constituencies leads to. Solid start, solid introduction of return and new characters, and wow is this show gorgeous.

“Children of the Comet” 🖖🖖🖖

A solid episode which feels a little long in places. However, showing Sam Kirk is this universe’s Guy Fleegman is terrific, and we get some great Uhura moments. Also, fly, Erica, fly!

“Ghosts of Illyria” 🖖🖖🖖🖖

About as TOS as you can get! Crewmembers trapped on a planet below as danger approaches, a strange disease threatening the crew. Plus, a couple of good character revelations that start threads which will continue well into Season 2.

“Memento Mori” 🖖🖖🖖✌️(That’s a half)

The beginnings of expanding on the Gorn while giving us more background on La’an Noonien Singh (whom I originally was none to happy that she was Khan’s descendant, but S2 really uses that beautifully). She’s a terrific character and this episode helps us know why. Also- see my comment above about making the Klingons “more” because you have the opportunity as SNW picks up the way ENT showed us the Gorn were more than just a slow moving dino allegory and kicks it into high gear.

“Spock Amok” 🖖🖖🖖

A very fun episode which continues to show us that TOS’s T’Pring was more than just a diabolical woman who dared mess with our heroes. Have greatly appreciated what they have done with her. Also, Enterprise Bingo!

“Lift Us Where Suffering Cannot Reach” 🖖🖖🖖✌️

Credit here first of all for a very TOS title. Then a TNG style morality play, but one that does not end happily. Dig it.

“The Serene Squall” 🖖🖖✌️

The Orion pirate captain and Pike’s mutiny was a little too…well silly for me. However, Captain Angel and the Sybok name drop, plus Christine being badass? All in there. Also, this sets up some Spock/Chapel stuff for S2 and I dig all of that.

“The Elysian Kingdom” 🖖🖖✌️

Again fun, and a neat way to deal with M’Benga’s daughter storyline. A bit indulgent in places, but everyone seems to be enjoying themselves so much, and we get Christina Chong’s dog Runa. VERY TOS when it all comes down to it. Bonus points for the DS9 reference.

“All Those Who Wander” 🖖🖖🖖🖖🖖

Oh- the Gorn are warp capable Xenomorphs. How HORRIFYING. Also, some real stakes as we lose Hemmer, and Spock really starts his S2 arc here.

“A Quality of Mercy” 🖖🖖🖖🖖✌️

Terrific method of tying in some more TOS to contextualize the show, a modernized TWOK uniform, and a new Captain Kirk. I didn’t walk out convinced by Paul Wesley’s Kirk, but he wins me over early in S2. My real complain here is Ortegas falling into the role of the bigoted Styles from “Balance of Terror.” Did NOT seem like her style. Kudos to a bit of a cliffhanger, even if it does feel a little tacked on to the episode. Also, they missed a bet not having James Frain (DISCO’s Sarek) playing the Romulan Commander.

(Also, the show misses a bet not having Rebecca Romijn or Jess Bush voice the computer.)

Overall S1 is a solid start that ties itself plenty to what has gone before, without resorting to simple, overwrought nostalgia baiting to tell a story. Like some other recent Star Trek.

SEASON TWO

"The Broken Circle" 🖖🖖🖖🖖

Spock stealing the Enterprise on a semi regular basis is now in my canon, and I am grateful. Pelia, I am convinced, is actually Carol Kane’s character from “Taxi.” M’Benga rolling out the stimulants didn’t make a lot of sense to me on my first viewing, but in context with the season, this is actually setting up a really interesting—and dark—bit of character development.

“Ad Aspera per Aspera” 🖖🖖🖖🖖🖖

This. This is Star Trek. ‘Nuff said. (Ok, also, THOSE DRESS UNIFORMS!)

“Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow “ 🖖🖖🖖🖖🖖

Here, HERE Paul Wesley’s Kirk wins me over, even if it is an alternate version. Earning money (and apparently a lot given the remarkably nice apartment they stay in) by playing CHESS, recognizing that La’an’s universe should stay because Sam’s alive, the slow seduction…yup, that’s Jim Kirk. Plus, This episode acknowledges that time is fluid, referencing how TOS tells us the Eugenics Wars SHOULD have been in 1992, but it keeps shifting. Elegant solution that opens so many doors to future stories. Also, baby KHAAAAAAAANNN!

“Among the Lotus Eaters” 🖖🖖🖖🖖

Nice callbacks to “The Cage,” yes. But this episode BELONGS to Erica Ortegas. “My name is Erica Ortegas and I👏🏻fly👏🏻the👏🏻ship!” And let’s add “thread the needle” to awesome starship tricks, shall we? Erica makes this good episode great.

“Charades” 🖖🖖🖖🖖

Vulcan shenanigans are back with a fully human Spock, and indeed, this one is funny. Ethan Peck’s comedy chops are great here, especially with Sam Kirk’s mess. Anson Mount delivers in the funny department too as Pike serves up Vulcan food. Very poignant stuff here for Christine though, and though I was initially, “oh no,” continuity-wise, I really ended up liking what this MEANS to what we saw on TOS.

“Lost in Translation” 🖖🖖🖖

A bit cliche, but a good Uhura episode, and though it seems like they're trying a little TOO hard to bring Kirk in, the Lt. Kirk/Ensign Uhura dynamic here is really good. The Jim/Sam thing also something I enjoyed. What makes this episode for me though is when Uhur figures out what's going on, Pike trusts her. Blows up a whole-ass mining station on the word of one Ensign. Go, Nyota!

"Those Old Scientists" 🖖🖖🖖🖖🖖

Just perfect. From the seemless merger of Lower Decks animated characters, to the meta commentary about "oddly specific references" and people talking "really slowly and quietly" this just works. Also ENT love! Uhura and Ortegas geeking out over Sato and Mayweather just made my day. So much fun, nothing could wipe the smile from my face! (Spoiler alert: The next episode will gut me.)

"Under the Cloak of War" 🖖🖖🖖🖖🖖

Holy crap. You thought DS9 played around with questionable moral decisions in a war setting, SNW here shows us they're not afraid to travel into Moore/Behr's space and take a whirl. The weirdness with M'Benga pays off here, and as a veteran myself they way this episode delves into our inability to provide the emotional context to what war does to us to someone without the same frame of reference? Fantastic. I was pretty uptight for most of this episode, because I felt it. I cried in places, was made uncomfortable in places, and what a set of reveals for both Christine and of course M'Benga as we see those flashbacks.

"Subspace Rhapsody"🖖🖖🖖

I WANT to give this one another LLAP, as I love musicals, and I love the fact they were bold enough to do one. The cast pulls off their numbers wonderfully, there's some great moments, especially between Jim and La'an (HE'S BACK???), and they conceit that makes this work is though a hair silly, pretty consistent with Trek and it's quantum/multiversal/anomaly episodes of times past. The only thing that doesn't work for me are the songs themselves. A couple are OK, but they just didn't stick with me. And I made sure I watched a couple of times, just to see if it was my mood. I can't help but compare this to Buffy The Vampire Slayer's "Once More With Feeling" though, and there are three songs from that I keep on my permanent playlist, and can sing pretty much the whole ep verbatim. This didn't make me want to do that; I just really enjoyed it. I wanted to love it. (Shout out though to the "Once More With Feeling" Easter Egg.)

"Hegemony" 🖖🖖🖖🖖

As soon as they gave Captain Batel a first name in the musical, I got worried, and sure enough these Gorn bring that to fruition. She's not dead yet, but she's in trouble, and this is a tight action episode. I appreciate that this new young Montgomery Scott is a) played by a Scot, and b) something of a mix between the Doohan and Pegg versions of the character. My only fear now is we have this cliffhanger, and between the writer's strike and modern TV's general refusal to follow seasonal schedules, we may be in for a far worse wait than the summer of 1990 left us with William Riker's "Fire."

So that's my take. Yes, there are missteps, or things that don't QUITE work, but if I want to compare this to the glory days of 90s Trek, we're only 20 episodes in, and already having a great time when TNG, DS9, and VOY all took at least a season or two of 24 episodes each to find their way. Sure, classic Trek all but hit it out of the gate, but again, we don't have but slightly more than 2/3 of their first season of episodes. We’re 20 episodes in and the worst ones are JUST good, there hasn’t been a bad one yet. SNW has found a way to be a prequel without suffering from their audience’s foreknowledge, and fit themselves firmly into Trek lore without just relying on playing Trek Trivia Madlibs to write their scripts (though Kirk KEEPS showing up!). I'm a little worried as I was really digging on DISCO for the first two seasons as well, and season 3 was a huge disappointment to me. Let's hope whenever we get back to this, they keep up the good work. I am more than ready to again boldly go.

[i-like-yoongi-a-latte]

The year is coming to its end so it's time for my silly little love letter post 💕 I hope this year has been good for you, or if it wasn't, I'm sending hugs bc same, but hey we made it through! I hope next year brings you kindness, good energy, rest and overall happiness 🥰

Happy New Year lovelies!!

These are not in any order, you're all very important to my tumblr experience <3

♥ @taetaestykookie Marrissa my new bestie to yell about BTS with!!! I love following your bias crisis and making your friends/family members become fans! Even though you live far away and timezones suck I'm so happy to be able to randomly send you stuff in like three different apps all about the same thing... I wish cute Tata/Cooky stuff finds their way to you! Thank you for being my friend, I appreciate you 💝

♥ @washyourdamnhands Kinga, the person who's like a warm comforting hug! Always sending me nice videos and making me smile, I adore you 💕

♥ @asgh0sts Danny, I loooove seeing Exo on my dash and that's because of you, also seeing old Shinee photos makes me cry (but in a good way you know). You also gave me good advice once and I felt so happy!! I've also been thinking about Valentine's Day cards already, and I've been meaning to ask you if you want to receive one from me, so let's say this acts like a question for you and a reminder for me hehe. Thank you for being my friend!! 🧡

♥ @danhalen A person who makes me smile, Reny! The thought of you makes me warm and giggly, I really love to send cards to you (I hope the card that's on its way comes home to you safely!!) and I really appreciate you for being my friend!! 💘

♥ @sepastian-ahoey the Sepe to my Teukka, or should I say a demon for making me get new interests.......... I'm feeling like I'll be following the F1 more next year... We also have a Max document date already planned so I'm waiting for that!!! Thank you for being my friend and tolerating all the rants about kpop that you don't know anything about but still kinda do, I promise to listen to your rants in the future too 💞

♥ @firefighter-diaz oh the broken blorbos.... The reason why I listened to Taylor's new album is this person right here!!!! Also I adore you, sending me postcards from cool places and all 🥺 also helping me with my silly questions and making me feel happier and also making me feel like my jokes are funny! remember hun, coaches don't play!! and!!! I will always listen if you have something on your mind ❣️

♥ @chanstopher Dreamy!! The reason I became even more obsessed with Chris's nose!!! As a nose enthusiast™ this was very nice. I could probably write essays about your talents, but like even if we don't talk much here, I really really really appreciate you. You're so kind and lovely, your art is amazing, you make gifs super fast and they're so pretty every time, and when you show the original coloring vs yours I'm always like h o w. Also I'm still giggling about your kind comment to my Leebit <3333 annnd I love to read your little posts about Chan's room when I can't watch it myself! and I also remember saying I'd show you my paintings but I haven't painted - I drew a horse though - but I'll try to remember it when I paint hehe. I wish all the best for you, may Chris bless us you with cute selfies that show his adorable nose 🥰

♥ @ambivartence Siyuan, the lovely person with who I can have fun ask game answers with! How do I even start. Every time I see your art I smile along the wiggly lines, I try to find little hearts and when I do I feel so warm!! Your art is so warm, I can't explain. Also your Seonghwa and Hongjoong live rent-free in my head, and it's also one reason I should get into Ateez more! You're so kind and lovely and I love to read your tags on posts!! I adore you 💝

♥ next I wanna say thanks to the gc, @fangirlinglikealoon & @heiskasmiro, you make me smile so much you have no idea!! No matter what app we're using to communicate, it always feels so nice to see your names appear in my notifications! I appreciate you so much, just know that 💘💘

annnnd here are some other lovely people that make me smile just by seeing their urls <33

♥ @reedskz ♥ @suklaakuppikakku ♥ @trashkingdom ♥ @joel-farabee ♥ @juhollamago ♥ @diazactually ♥ @yjbg ♥ @finnishhockeyelf ♥ @lily-blue-blue-lily ♥ @bortuzzzzin ♥ @thewestishharpooners ♥ @thosedaysthatwill ♥

[k00294120]

Today I did the Skins and Surface treatments using Latex, Underglaze painting and Glaze workshop to finalise the clay pieces I made earlier in the semester.

I loved this workshop as we were showed all the different techniques and methods of glazing your clay.

An alternative technique of painting textured tiles with latex was also demonstrated, this allowed us to peel interesting textured skins from pieces of bisque.

I found it super informative and gave me lots of new ideas for what I could do with my clay pieces even when I thought they were finished.

I started by applying latex to one of my clay ears to make a mold of it. The original latex without any colour reminded me of a skin tone colour and texture so I wanted to use this for my ear.

I will build up the fleshy texture by putting multiple layers of latex on the clay. I am continuing this process tomorrow (Tuesday)

I also wanted to try out the underglazing. With the help of Mary I decided on a red colour to represent frustration and the embarrassment I felt when I realised my ears were different from others around me. I then took a ceramic pencil and began to do an harsh outline on the piece .

I will continue this tomorrow also

I liked the way it was starting to dry, and I found the whole process very interesting.

[unclewaynemunson]

For the character game:

Dustin Henderson

Jane/El Hopper

2 of them??? Thank you so much <3

Dustin:

favorite thing about them: his smile is the cutest thing ever

least favorite thing about them: that time he raised a hellbeast that ate his sweet kitty :( mews deserved better

favorite line: "I'm on a curiosity voyage and I need my pedals to travel."

brOTP: Steve & Dustin iconic duo

OTP: I don't really have one?? I'm not really invested in him and Suzie sorry.

nOTP: again, i don't really have strong opinions on dustin's love life i guess :') I do like him being the token straight of the whole extended party so basically any m/m ships won't really do it for me in dustin's case.

random headcanon: he looks up to eddie and steve because they both remind him of his dad, who passed when he was little. eddie has the same nerdy interests and steve has the same affection-hiding-underneath-grumpy-exterior attitude

unpopular opinion: is it an unpopular opinion to literally not care at all about his relationship with Suzie? It's not like i have something against her, it's just not it for me, I'd honestly see him rather single than with Suzie.

song i associate with them: i feel like i'm obliged to say never ending story here ;P

favorite picture of them: I know i'm not being very original here but i just love this one soooo much he's such a cutie

El:

favorite thing about them: her loyalty to her friends

least favorite thing about them: nothing, she's an angel and has literally never done anything wrong in her life

favorite line: "Friends don't lie."

brOTP: Max!!! I love how she taught el to have carefree fun and grow into her own person. their friendship means everything to me

OTP: i don't think i have one, i think i like the idea of her not being in a relationship and finding out who she is without being tied to one person in particular. friendship > romance in el's arc to me!

nOTP: Mileven ugh

random headcanon: she really enjoys making things. joyce teaches her to sew and knit, hopper helps her make her own furniture, will encourages her to paint, etcetera. they all help her to lean into her creative side more. it's very therapeutic for her and helps her calm down.

unpopular opinion: i actually liked the episode where she went to the city and found her sister. it gave her some background and was extremely important to shape her as a person and give her some agency over her life for the first time ever. I hope we'll see Kali back in s5 to get some closure there!

song i associate with them: Wild things by Alessia Cara, bc it's about friendship and embracing not fitting in

favorite picture of them: this whole scene was so powerful and a great full-circle moment to her whole arc. still gives me chills.

[vixies-grimoire]

So awhile back I had this idea on the backburner of doing a camp camp timeskip (5 years in the future in a timeline where david & gwen adopt max, 5yl for short), originally I intended to create an askblog but as of right now I don't have the time or energy to maintain something like that, so instead I'm simply going to be sharing pieces of this story at my own pace. I started with Max because he's my favorite and I had the most ideas with which direction to pull his character - David & Gwen will come next. Realistically not every character from the show cast is involved in the mains' lives anymore so not everybody will get a design, but the main five all will.

VV Details abt 5yl max beneath the cut VV

So I see a lot of people give Max something of a goth/punk aesthetic with things like chokers and excess piercings, and while I can certainly see why that happens, I personally could never picture him going that route. I think it's possibly because he reminds me a lot of my brothers all of whom tend to have a more hipster or casual aesthetic (for a long time I gave Max a beanie and I still think he'd wear one).

Along with that though, Max just never struck me as the type to overly commit to an aesthetic - he'd care abt how he looks ofc but I definitely think he'd prioritize comfort over appearance. I also hc Max with some sensory issues so things like facial piercings or choker collars would probably be irritating to him (this is me projecting my own sensory issues lol. punks you're so cool but I could never.)

So I mostly kept his aesthetic the same and focused on adding more interest to the design - as this was intended to be an ask blog I added details people would want to ask about.

The glasses are another thing that came from one of my brothers - I've never seen anyone give Max glasses (in general unless they're a nerd people just don't think to add stuff like glasses I think), and now I really like them. He gets them when he's around 14 and I haven't yet decided what visual impairment he has. I'm thinking maybe farsighted?

The long hair was something I chose on a picrew on a whim and immediately loved. I came up with this cute story plot where Max has always wanted long hair, but could never properly get it to grow out because he was never taught how to take care of his hair. He also hated going to salons bc they didn't know how to treat his hair. Then Gwen starts giving him tips and offers to do his hair for him - an offer he's extremely apprehensive about bc his experience with people doing his hair has never been good, but she does really well. She explains that she was just taught by people in her family who knew how to deal with different hair types.

Admittedly too the long hair was a decision I stuck with bc I loathe the idea that transmascs can't have or want long hair (and yes, Max is transmasc in 5yl. David is too). At this point I've created so much hair lore I could write an essay on that alone.

As for the bear pin and the bear skull on his shirt, I wanted to give Max a hyperfixation of some kind, and I just went with bears (Ik lots of children have teddy bears and it doesn't mean they particularly love bears but it's what I had to work with lol). It's the one nature thing David managed to make him genuinely like. Funnily enough I followed a few bear-themed accounts so I could write someone w a bear hyperfixation accurately, and in doing so gave myself a bear hyperfixation for awhile.

Some other details abt 5yl Max are that he loves guns and has studied them and really wants to learn to shoot, he's properly taken up knitting and he once punched somebody for calling David an ableist slur <3

(there's a lot I've put into this but it's hard to find the words to explain when it doesn't come up naturally, so I'll share plenty more abt this au when I'm ready.)

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[belladonnix]

I've been making my boyfriend a custom jacket for Christmas and it's finally Finished!

I'm so hyped to finally be able to share this. He doesn't use Tumblr anymore so there's no risk of him seeing it but I've been working on this present for MONTHS! It cost me about £180 for all the materials for this jacket and I will never ever tell him - I don't want him to feel like he owes me anything or that this was about money at all. Luckily I have enough of some of the materials, like fabric ink and photopolymer, to use on dozens of other projects so it's not a huge loss of money.

The jacket itself cost me £10 second hand and I didn't anticipate spending so much on it but the more I fell in love with him the more I decided he deserved something he would love and treasure and hopefully that would remind him of how much I love him when he wears it.

So here it goes;

#1 - The Jacket

Got this faux fur removable collar, 100% denim jacket for about £10 second hand on eBay! Absolute bargain. I bought it before we got serious, probably in July or August, and was only gonna distress the denim a little originally. Maybe buy a few cheap band patches if I could find them. But as time went on and I fell in love with him, I decided it should be a lot more meaningful than that.

#2 - The Patches

It took me M O N T H S to accumulate the patches I wanted. I made a detailed list of all of his favourite bands and got to work. I was only able to secure 4 patches from the bands he loved - one of them being catfish and the bottlemen. This gave me a little trouble since Catfish haven't been active since the middle of last year and the patches on their merch shop hadn't restocked, but I was deadset on getting that patch. I found it on a redbubble clone and ordered it from overseas - the biggest issue was it came printed rather than embroidered, which is what I wanted for an authentic look, but it's on the smaller side so I figured it didn't matter too much and went ahead.

There was something missing though. A back patch, yeah, of course! I wanted to find the perfect back patch, something that would scream "HIM" as loud as possible. I'd already been playing with the idea of what I wanted but I went ahead and looked for a back patch of The Fool Tarot Card. Unfortunately, like catfish, all the patches I found of it were printed. For such a big patch it was important to me that it was as authentic as possible, so I reached out to someone and had my dream patch custom embroidered just for this project! It was the most expensive piece and without it the jacket would have been less than £100 worth of materials but alas, when it came I was starstruck. The level of detail he'd been able to attain was not unnoticed and I was proud to be able to put this on a present for someone I love.

Then there was the layout. I messed around with it a couple of times until I got it right but I was beyond happy with the composition and my absolutely flawless, somehow for once, sewing skills.

But there was something missing.. his favourite band of all time, I couldn't find any actually up-to-date or stylish patches for it but it was a must. I wanted to show him I truly pay attention, and there was one perfect solution for including it...

#3 - Screen Printing

That's right. I taught myself to SCREEN PRINT FROM SCRATCH FOR THIS! I learned how to make a frame, what materials to use, bought a good photopolymer and fabric ink (of which I have TONS left over) and took my sweet time making it. For transferring the design onto the screen I troubleshot a few different ideas; I couldn't find any plastic to print the design on, so I decided to just use the glass that came with the photo frame I used! We're resourceful in this house. Next getting the design onto the glass, I tried tracing with Sharpie and paint but I'm so impatient it just wasn't working for me. So I got the brilliant idea to painstakingly cut out the intricate design and PVA glue it onto the glass, since it dries clear it wouldn't affect the photopolymer! And it worked!

Oh what band was this for you ask? What band was so important to him that I spent hours stretching chiffon, cutting a design, curing polymer and scrubbing out the screen for?

My Chemical Romance, baby

After the screen finally dried from rinsing I did some test prints on an old pair of jeans, and it went so well I was ready to try it on the jacket!

Didn't go so well. There was a button I hadn't accounted for that made it impossible to print it on the pocket where I wanted it, so I tried just lower and it was a complete bust. I spent 15 minutes cleaning the ink out before retrying on the sleeve. The sleeve went a lot better, not exactly what I wanted but it's clear, visible and opaque.

Perfect. Now we just needed some final touches and it would be ready just in time for Christmas.

#4 - Final Touches

We're talkin' lil bits and bobs here. Nothing too extravagant but small embellishments that really make the piece what it is.

I'll start with pins. I only have 2 so far, maybe planning on getting him more for his birthday next year to add to the jacket, but these have just as much sentimental value as the rest.

Frank Carter and the Rattlesnakes, the pin was on sale and it's another one of his favourite bands! It was a must. The goose, goofy and silly but perfect as we'd played Untitled Goose Game together earlier this year as a sort-of date.

Adding a personal touch; the jacket was originally an ASOS piece, but I didn't like how the label looked in the back so I removed it, only to feel like it was too bare after. So I painted him a custom brand label using that fabric ink from earlier and scrap black cotton from my fabrics; sewed it in place and it was finally coming together.

Fixing up any damage; I found on the removable collar, while I was sewing the patches, that one of the elastic loops that held it in place had almost snapped and was hanging on by a thread, so I repaired that! I know it might never be noticed, but that's the funny thing about love isn't it? We do things that our loved ones might never notice just to make their lives a little better, a little easier.

I'm considering roughing up the edges of the seams with a scalpel, just to give it a more worn look. But knowing my Kyle, it'll have that look no problem by the middle of summer.

Conclusions

This was absolutely a journey. There was a lot of stress, but equally there was a lot of time, effort and love poured into this project. I can't imagine him not loving it based on that alone, not even considering the inclusion of his favourite things. If this gets a good reception I'll post a reaction when I give it to him on Tuesday.

I love this man so much, and I think I already know I've created something he will adore and cherish for years to come. And in years to come, assuming I'm still around, I'll be there to patch it, paint it and fix it however he wants, however our lives evolve together as inspiration. I'm as proud to have put work into this as I am to have put work into our relationship. All the tenderness, and care, and patience will be worth it.

And before you ask; Yes, my love language IS acts of service.