#just take me out back and shoot me

[starqueensthings]

there are tears in his eyes. I am at my limit.

[lang-rangler-enjoyer]

I really want to make massive oc lore dump posts bc I don’t have any other opportunity to share my boys but goddamn is my art not nearly good enough to warrant polluting someone’s dash with my fan kids and oc x canon garbage

[eclipseshotel]

Apparently I need some sort of brain device that can record dialogue/writing as scenes play out in my head cuz if I wait until I’m finally looking at word doc everything vanishes from memory…

[a-chaotic-dumbass]

when the relationships consisting of characters i like are consistently reduced to their storyline must end in them fucking by the fandom

[eventually--darling]

I have to get up at 6 the latest to make it to church at 7 before work at 8:30 💀

[beehuts]

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[kaine-otome]

Wow I lived a little TOO deliciously yesterday.

[l3viat8an]

Ro do you have any thing to say about soft morning sex with Lucifer? Soft lots of laughing afterglow vibes 

Nsfw!

I have a little to say, yea <3

Lucifer watches as you start to wake up, the way your eyes squeeze shut before you open them- but he doesn’t even wait for your eyes to be all the way open as he starts pressing soft kisses down from your cheek to your shoulder-

Wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, effectively keeping your body tucked fully into his. even Lucifer can be a little clingy in the morning- You sigh happily turning your head over your shoulder to look at him, smiling softly when you see just how messy his hair is.

“Good morning, darling,” he whispers right by your ear, his other hand now slowly moving up your side. Your body relaxes again, letting your head fall back. a soft moan falling from your lips as his wandering hand cups your tit giving it a quick squeeze before moving a little lower.

“Good morning,” you mumble back, shifting a little when you feel his cock pressing hard against your ass. “I see someone’s still riled up from last night.” you laugh, at the same time you start lazily grinding back against him, making him groan low in your ear. 

“Did you really think I would be able to control myself, when the first thing I see in the morning is you?” Lucifer laughs quietly, now rutting his hips against yours a little harder. His hand moves down your body and grabs your leg to move it over his hip-

Moaning as his cock slowly slips inside your welcoming pussy, “You know… we’re only naked because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself last night either,” you add with another small laugh and his only response is a few more kisses against your neck as he continues to grind against you lazily, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you, as he adds “and I still can’t keep my hands off you.”

Everything is soft and slow, especially compared to what you two did last night- now Lucifer takes his time, kissing every part of you he can, his hands touching any part of your body his lips can’t reach~

[giddlygoat]

i don’t know man

[s0fter-sin]

trans!soap taking his baby and running away from his rich abusive husband

(cw angst, financial abuse, single threat of child abuse, single mention of transphobia)

he's owned soap for years, since he was a teenager; paid for his medication and all his surgeries and tied them so deeply, soap’s lost hope of ever getting away. he gets even worse when soap falls pregnant. he was always controlling; blowing up at him if he spent too long out of the house or did something without telling him. but he becomes utterly possessive during the pregnancy

soap knows it has nothing to do with his safety or the baby's

he knows he sees his baby as an investment; another being he can control and hold over him

he gets worse and worse but there’s nothing soap can do. there's been nothing he can do for a long time. then a few months after the baby is born, soap doesn’t watch his tone closely enough and his husband threatens to drop his baby in punishment for it

soap doesn't think. he doesn't plan

he takes his baby and runs

he sneaks out of the servant's quarters of the sterile mansion he's been forced to live in for almost a decade and walks down the street without a backwards glance; his baby the only thing in his arms. he knows all of his husband's cars have trackers, all of them in his name since he never lets soap drive or go anywhere by himself, so he walks far enough to be out of view of the mansion's cameras and steals one. it doesn't have a car seat and all he can do is clutch his baby to his chest as he drives

he doesn't know where he's going beyond away

he doesn't know what he's going to do; he doesn't have any money, no supplies for his baby, he doesn't even have water for himself so he can reliably breastfeed him. he's terrified his husband will find them; he’s always felt omniscient, always everywhere and seeing everything he did. if he didn’t have eyes somewhere, he paid someone who did and they always dutifully reported back to him

soap just keeps his eyes forward. just keeps driving and driving, lost to the road and numb until the low gas light pops up on the dash and it all hits him at once

he turns into a gas station he can't pay for, in a car he stole, and parks behind it and his baby immediately starts getting fussy

he can't even call him by his name sometimes; too afraid to get attached, too afraid to lose him. as if he doesn’t love him more than life itself

even throughout his pregnancy, as happy as he was to finally have a baby, he didn't know if he could carry to term and that fear just let his husband dig his claws in even deeper; paying for extra scans he could never hope to pay for, favours on top of favours so he would aways owe him and isn’t he such a loving husband? taking soap in when his parents kicked him out for being trans, looking after him for all these years? you can’t even take care of yourself john, you’d still be a woman without me, john, what is this tantrum about john-

soap tugs his shirt up to let his baby feed, drops his head back and cries

he can't stop it; wails loud and uncontrolled, chest heaving with his sobs enough that it sways his baby, occasionally breaking his latch and he can't even do this right-

he can't save him

a light knock sounds on the window and soap flinches, curling over his baby to protect him from his huband's cruel hands

but it's not his husband outside the window

soap blinks tears from his eyes and looks at the large stranger standing beside the car. a neck gaiter covers his mouth and it should be off-putting… but something about him stops the feeling in its tracks. the stranger takes a half-step back and lifts a chilled and sealed water bottle, pressing it towards the window

soap quickly swipes his face clean and rolls down the window. "sorry 'bout that," he apologises with a choked laugh, the careful front he’s built over the years cracked and bleeding

the stranger gives a dismissive but somehow not diminishing shrug. "long day?" he asks

"could say that," he gives a shrug of his own and pats his baby's back as he makes a disgruntled noise, unconsciously swaying him

he politely keeps his gaze up on his face. "looks like you could use a break."

soap's breath hitches, anxiously darting his tongue out over his bottom lip. "could say that," he repeats uselessly and takes the water with a quiet “thanks,”; his throat dry and screaming for it after crying so hard

the stranger hums, watching him down the bottle and soap doesn’t notice his eyes drifting to the backseat and footwell of the passenger side. doesn’t notice the slight tension in his fists at what he sees. "how long you been runnin', lad?"

soap freezes, the water settling in his stomach like a stone. he swallows thickly and the bottle falls from his lips

"not long enough."

the stranger just nods, looking idly back down the highway

"you know, this place is connected to a garage,” he starts, nodding back to a building attached to the station without taking his eyes off the road. “lotta people drift through 'ere on road trips; too many to keep track.”

soap frowns slightly, shifting his hold on his baby

“funny thing is, plenty of 'em just abandon their car when they break down. like yours,” he adds and finally turns back to him with a pointed look. “got a whole junkyard of 'em. just rustin' away. be pretty easy to convince me to trade ya one."

soap’s mouth parts in a gasp as he realises just what the stranger’s saying. "how easy?" he whispers

he shrugs and even with his face hidden beneath the gaiter, he doesn’t feel afraid. "i'd say this car'd be a good deal. would blend right in with the rest of ‘em; no one’d ever notice it. what say i take it off your hands?"

soap's breath shudders out of him, his whole body going limp with relief. his baby's eyes fall shut with a satisfied hum and for the first time he can remember, he feels the gentle touch of hope

"i think we can work something out."

🧼💀

ghost owns the service station soap pulled into. he wanted something quiet and isolated after he retired and you can’t get much quieter than a backwoods servo surrounded by forest. he hasn’t had anyone pull in in days so he’s quick to notice soap’s car. he’s also quick to notice soap's subsequent breakdown in one of the cameras. the sight of him crying, desperately clutching a baby like they’re all he has left in the world, is so familiar he felt sick with it

he knows someone running when he sees it

if he didn't check on him, if this lad disappeared one day and the baby along with him, he'd never forgive himself. the lad doesn't even have a baby bag or car seat with him, and the personalised sticker on the back window of a lady and a dog is a dead giveaway that the car is stolen

but the lad is terrified. and when he startled him, he didn't turn. didn’t lift his arms to protect himself. no

he covered his baby

like he was afraid he'd be hurt

that's enough for ghost

🧼💀

i'd wanna set this in the 80's or 90's, just to make it even harder for soap to get away from his husband. he's a trans man with a newborn; he has no one to run to and no resources to help him. his husband's bought and paid for everything for him since he was 17; a few whirlwind weeks of unbelievable dates and extravagant gifts and he was living in his mansion, getting married the day after his 18th birthday. he thought it was love. thought he was being looked after and cared for the way he’s always wanted

he was in pain and alone and naive enough to believe the first person who came along and promised to make it better. nothing's in his name, not his insurance or his meds, he doesn’t have a bank account or savings; other than a birth certificate, nothing even ties him to his baby. his husband could take his world away from him with a snap of his fingers and he made sure soap always knew it

he never had a chance of getting away

but ghost is ex-military

he doesn’t know the lad’s story, doesn’t know the details of what he’s running from. he doesn’t need to know

he decided he was helping him the second he pulled into his service station

[violentdevotion]

do you remember being 16-18 and having to plan your future at school and not having any plans any concrete ideas any hopes and no idea how to get from point a to point b and your teachers getting frustrated at you for having nothing valuable to add to the conversations about your future and the inability to tell anyone i sincerly did not think I'd live this long

[ruvviks]

The Dobrynin family is a corpo family through and through, rooted in Arasaka and Orbital Air going back by several generations; though their powerful position within the corporate world ends with the children of Nadya and Matvey Dobrynin. With Vitali and Daniil fired from Arasaka and Kang Tao respectively— the former indirectly getting his parents fired, too— and Roksana having refused to set foot within a megacorporation from the start, the family begins crumbling apart at the very seams when clashing interests lead to grudges, betrayal, and pointless acts of revenge. ↳ read the unrevised fic here if you're interested!

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[toxooz]

I misread that as Ramsussy I feel like I'm losing it

when the Ramussy is extra shhhloppy

[ferrariseventeen]

everyday i wake up…and i wanna fuck vernon….every damn day

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

I need to relisten to s4 so I can study them properly. put them in a little jar and stare at them. I only remember vibes

(edit: I also did colored versions here and here)

[ideologyofone]

Oh okay this one’s got a little kick to it!