#like what tha hell lmao

[literalite]

duuude like genuinely this year has been absolute insanity /mostly negatively for everyone that i know in my friend group its kind of crazy. like sitcom level ludicrously bad

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[ubeb0nes]

Getting jealous (AGAIN) as Sevika's girlfriend...

you just can't catch a break, huh? your fault for falling in love with this absolute lady-killer

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a/n: ever since i remembered i have free will and can post all my sevika goblin thoughts i have been cooking entire posts up in like under an hour, somebody please help me LMAO

i had too many ideas for the jealous!reader, so here's another. i picture this as being my pit fighter!reader characterization, so do with that what you will :33

it isn't that you hate absolutely anybody looking at Sevika at all

like, you get it. and a part of you loves that everyone else can see just as clearly as you how absolutely captivating she is.

BUT IT GETS TO A POINT-

After the incident with the girl at the bar, Sevika does her best to make sure that you don't feel neglected in public. She slips, of course she does, but she does try like hell

It typically goes that anybody who approaches her, flat out doesn't acknowledge you. it's a by-product of how she's so non-PDA that it slips the mind of these thirsty women that she's even in a relationship

You, being a practical and results-driven individual, remedy this by being a little bolder in public every now and then

Nowadays, Sevika doesn't usually object. She understands why you're doing it now, and she's getting tired of the would-be homewreckers coming onto her too lol

You'll cup her cheek, give her a firm but quick kiss whenever you bring a drink over to her while she's in a game of cards. Come up beside her at the bar and rest your hand on her hip for a while (she fucking loves this one, she won't tell you though)

From then on, people start to get the message. If anybody's heartbroken over it, they become less inclined to showing it

So, you almost want to believe you're imagining things when you clock someone from across the bar who seems to keep giving you the stink eye

you're not dumb

you can see the way she's gesturing between you and Sevika to her friends, shaking her head in disgust. now that's a new one...

Sevika has her human arm over your shoulder while this is happening, the other holding onto her hand of cards. She looks over at you when you pluck the cigarillo out from her fingers and take a drag of your own in distress. She's deeply amused by this

"Okay, baby?" "Mhm. Peachy." You were not peachy. The hell did you do to deserve that look?

For a second Sevika thinks you're mad at her, frowning and angling her body towards you (she notices Ran trying to sneak a look at her cards as she does, and bucks playfully at them). Her eyes flick up to follow your line of vision, and then she understands

She chuckles under her breath.

"You could take her in a fight, princess."

oh, and don't you know it. You shake away the thought though, not wanting to escalate the situation in your head in the case that it's actually not at all what you think it is, and then you look stupid

You ask Sevika if she wants another whiskey and she declines, so you get up to just get yours. You're minding your business by the bar, trying to not grace that table with any more glances when that bites you in the ass as a shoulder checks yours

of course, it's the girl. I guess it wasn't in your head

You make eye contact with her when she looks over her shoulder at you and scoffs, shaking her head. You don't look away even as the bartender slides your drink into your hand

now, you have some options here. most of them include violence to some degree. you're contemplating them all as you're walking back to Sevika, eyes straight ahead

then you catch a few choice words from her table; something, something, "-can she fight..." you don't hear the rest, but does it really matter?

you stop in your tracks. you glance up at your girlfriend who didn't see what happened earlier but is watching you now, brow raised and mouthing what's wrong?

at this point, i don't think this even counts as jealousy, you're just defending your woman's honor

you give her a shake of your head that says don't worry (and now she's definitely worrying), and turn on your heel and make a beeline for the bitch's table

Sevika is about to get up to back you up- for whatever the situation may be- when she sees your posture as you stand over the girl from earlier.

Ran stops her though, grinning from ear to ear. "Let your girl have this, Sev. I wanna see her beat ass." Sevika scoffs, but tentatively sits back down. She trusts your judgement. Whatever your call is-

oh, you're smashing your glass over the girl's head. Ran gives a loud whoop

"You wanna take her from me? Go ahead, try," you'd said while Ran was talking Sevika down. The smile on your face was near-manic. "See what she does when you put your hands on me."

It's not like this woman was exactly tiny or helpless-looking; most in Zaun strived to be neither. But Sevika hadn't been lying when she said you could take her.

It was not a memo she'd received, though.

You couldn't recall what exactly she'd said, but you do know your mind reached an immediate state of singularity when she said she'd kill you before Sevika could do anything about it.

BET

"Goddammit-" Sevika barks out your name as she shoots up from her chair. Ran is doubled over with laughter

She's deceptively fast for her height, and thank fucking god for it. Her human arm wraps around your waist like a vise, pulling you back with ease

She would've been cutting up right with Ran in any other circumstance, given the way you were stancing on the now-dazed woman, fists clenched and shoulders shrugged up like an angry big cat

"Down, girl," she mutters to you. Her lips quirk up at the way you shift your jaw around, obviously still pissed off and ready to scrap

"I was defending your honor." "Mhm. What would I do without you, huh?"

Sevika's in front of you when the woman scrambles up out of her seat to retaliate. Sevika towers over the both of you, and you're nearly completely hidden behind her now as she glares at the woman

"You don't wanna fight her, much less me. Go ahead and clear off."

Maybe jealousy isn't as accurate of a term for you as territorial. You've got nothing to be jealous of, not with how fiercely devoted Sevika is at every turn

[frudoo]

Ahh finished reaidng and the end of the baker Simon update I feel like, idk if reader works in like some marketing agency maybe in an office but like she suggests taking them to the people she works with and they all love Simon after that because who doesn’t love being fed baked goods?? And they encourage her to date him (def not so they get more treats in the future 🤭)

Or even they take them to somewhere like a first station to give to fire fighters or a day care or even a shelter. Just to let people enjoy some treats.

Either way I feel like there’s some sweet act of charity going to happen eee

Right you are, anon ;)

Warnings: Simon is a lil pent up (suggestive thoughts, none in detail) and only briefly thinks about murder LMAO.

As you drive, all Simon can think about is how he should have known. Of course such a sweet, thoughtful thing like you would have a weekly volunteering schedule at the local nursing home. He shouldn’t be surprised that you know each of the staff by name, or what specific allergies and intolerances the residents have, but still his heart pounds in his chest, honeyed eyes transfixed on the angel leading him past the lobby. He feels out of place with his broad shoulders slumped, arms full with the trays of his own baked goods. 

     As you turn the corner, you slow your pace to walk level with Simon, a cheeky grin pulling at your lips. 

     “Technically, none of them are supposed to have desserts with added sugar because of health regulations or whatever, but I sweet-talked Ryan—the director—and got us a pass. He’s always had a thing for me, I think. And anyway, I believe that if you make it past 80 years old, you deserve to eat whatever the hell you want.”

     “Agreed,” Simon huffs quietly, trying to shake the urge to go back and rip Ryan’s head off. 

     His military days are over, he reminds himself, no more violent impulses should be acted on. Besides, there’s no reason to feel this way about a stupid little crush some guy has on you. You’re not his, although he’d rather not consider that you might have a thing for Ryan, as well. 

     “We’ll stop here, first,” you nudge his arm lightly, smiling up at him sweetly. “They’re… um, well, the group without dementia. They’ll be a little kinder.” 

     Bloody fucking hell. He’s blushing like a damn schoolboy, completely oblivious to everything you said after your arm brushed against his. All he knows is that he wants to keep you close, feel your hands on his stomach again, brush his fingers up and down your arms until you beg him to take that pretty little blouse of yours off- fuck. Snap out of it, Riley, you’re in a nursing home, for fuck’s sake. It isn’t until you grab a cupcake off of one of his trays that he realizes he’s followed you into a different room.

     He watches intently as you pull up a chair across from one elderly lady, gently patting her hand in greeting. She grins at you—a true, beaming smile, and it makes Simon smile. Maybe he’s not so far off; maybe you are a little slice of heaven on Earth. Maybe it’s not such a bad thing that other people get to see that. 

     “I didnae kno’ ye ‘ave a husband,” the woman says with furrowed brows, frosting smeared across her mouth.

     You giggle and help her wipe it away with a napkin before gently correcting her.

     “He’s not my husband, Ms. Orla. Simon’s a good friend,” you explain, turning back to look at him with a fond glance. 

     You miss the way his smile falters at your words. He misses the glumness in your tone at the implication. Ms. Orla is not so easily fooled.

     “Mhm. Said the same abou’ me late husband when we first met. He pu’ a ring on me finger within t’ree months,” she purses her lips and tilts her head with a bit of attitude before taking another bite of her cupcake. “And if he bakes like tha’, ah can only imagine wha’ he’s like in the-”

     “Okay!” You interrupt with wide eyes and a flustered smile, scrambling to stand from your seat. 

     But you trip over the chair leg and stumble backwards, right into Simon. He catches you with no hesitation, not even dropping so much as one macaron on the floor. You stare up at him, shocked and clinging onto his biceps for dear life. You’ve always hated those God-awful romance movies, the cheesy Hallmark kind of feel-good films that make you want to claw your eyes out—but the feeling of his arm around your waist makes your heart clench in your chest, and although the thought makes disgust bubble in your gut, in this moment, it’s just you and the big, handsome brute who just stopped you from busting your ass on the carpeted floor. 

     That is, until a chuckle erupts from Ms. Orla’s throat, and Simon lifts you back onto your feet, clearing the dreamlike haze that surrounded the both of you seconds before.

     “Be sure tae bring me a slice o’yer weddin’ cake in a few months, aye?”

[d3cay1ngst4tic]

— running away from reverence is a reality too rueful.

contents. satoru gojo x gn!reader. monarch!reader. duke!satoru. royal!historical!au. fluff. bantering LMAO. both are insufferable as hell. enemies (?) to lovers, sorta. uhh some angst if you squint. mildly grotesque imagery.

★ jiah’s notes. closeted stray cars assemble c:<

“you’re running away,” his voice sounds a tad bit hoarse. he thinks that he’s being slick in concealing his jitters, though, because you can still hear the undercurrent of the usual sugar-loaded mockery in it.

(then again, it’s still jittery, when he sees you tighten the ropes round the railings of the rooftop. and the duke doesn’t do jittery.)

“this isn’t like you.”

“what is like me is for me to decide, i’m afraid,” a sickly chill runs down satoru’s spine at the sheer cold your voice radiates, “i’d suggest you go back to the ball.”

(it makes him feel so warm.)

snowy brows raise and you, even with your back turned to his unfairly beautiful face, know for a fact that his easy smirk has turned a little sour, and the blue of his eyes has turned a little darker, a little more dense— somehow, it doesn’t ground you the way it should, the way it turns into something more opaque.

(or maybe you’re just used to the translucency his stares met your own with.)

finally showing its true colours, perhaps? afer all, you’d always thought that one couldn’t possess a gaze so unnaturally angelic.

(but then again, the duke was, frankly saying, a pretty lil’ paradox himself.)

“you don’t even have a horse,” satoru murmurs. you don’t glance back at him, determined yet skittish fingertips smoothening out a crease in the cloak you’re wearing, “how on earth would you get past those guards?”

he’s doing that thing again.

that thing, which makes you halt your avid ministrations entirely.

that thing, which pricks into your sides with the delicate grace of a needle, lovingly drawing out your blood to consume. that thing, which croons into your ear and runs its thumbs over your cheeks, telling you how useless it’d be and how it wouldn’t work. that thing, which presses soft kisses against the column of your throat before sinking its teeth right in.

(such raptorous reverence with rabbit ears and rotten claws.)

“i think,” you press on again, although satoru doesn’t miss the way your voice takes on a higher pitch, “how i get past those guards is for me to decide, duke gojo.”

(cute, he thinks. you’ve finally grown some teeth, huh?)

“oh?” he hums, and you take a step back when he takes one forward.

it’s ridiculous, really. like two wolves in sheep’s clothing, trying to outwit the other to lunge forward and prey upon. never do the two of you realise that you’re made out of the same skin. the same frightful valour.

“oh, indeed,” you bite back, upper lip pulled back in a snarl, “now, if you may—”

“oh, how many ‘if’s you have,” satoru murmurs, and you feel yourself going rigid when his gloved finger makes contact with your chin, “aren’t you sure about anything, your majesty?”

(a pause.)

“as worthy and brave as i deem you of such. . passionate pursuits—” your eyes flutter close when his warm touch kisses your clammy bones, “—i’m sure you know more than to indulge yourself in such recklessness, no?”

“this isn’t recklessness,” satoru keens at the way your cheeks flush and your nostrils flare, and he knows that he’s found the pot of gold amidst the dense fog you’d been desperately trying to keep, “this is called taking an opportunity. and if you consider yourself so knowledgeable, i’m sure tha—”

“now, now, your majesty, is that any way to talk to your one and only duke?” oh, if only you could unsheathe the dagger you’d kept aside for unforeseen dangers right now, “i’m rather hurt. poor me, trying to keep a lookout for our precious monarch, and all i get is vengeful mockery for my innocent concerns?”

“innocent? pray tell, have you looked at yourself in a mirror?” you scoff, looking down at the dimly lit gardens below. “oh well, who am i to prod and pry? vampires might see themselves but you wouldn’t.”

a sense of triumph, however petty the jab was, blooms in your chest at the way his smirk falters, and you fight the urge to let one flit across your lips yourself.

satoru huffs, crossing his arms over his chest, looking the very embodiment of humiliating rage, “i shall have you know that i do n—”

“yes, yes, just go back to the ball,” you wave a dismissive hand at him, and somehow, that offends him even more, “leave your majesty to escape in peace.”

“how does one escape in peace?” he drawls, taking a step closer to the railings, eyes trained downwards where you’re cautiously creeping along the walls, “surely, you can’t be such a spoilsport to miss out on some adventure, your majesty.”

(of course he’d treat this as a joke.)

“adventure it is,” you hum, glancing at the ground over your shoulder to see if anyone’s around, “maybe for you, my dearest duke. i should shudder to think that all my efforts would go into vain because of a—” your foot slips a little, but you manage to keep your stance, “— gosh, a little mischief solely for my own entertainment.”

“i didn’t say that the entertainment has to be yours,” that smirk’s back again, and you oh so badly want to reach up and slap it off his face, “i’m afraid i’m having the time of my life.”

(having the time of his life while he watches yours stumble over red hot coal that you’d laid out for yourself.)

“i’m quite certain that you are,” you scoff, “after all, if one’s so obstinate to find a sore winged rooster laughab—”

(a pause.)

someone’s there.

you instantly shut up, eyes widening just a little bit— a sliver of wool showing through the cracks of the wolf. satoru does, too, and you follow his azure gaze travel towards the stony path.

neither of you say anything. a twig snaps and you flinch.

(that does it.)

“that’s it,” he murmurs, “i’m coming with you, whether you like it or not, and i will hear no protests, your majesty—” the words die down on the tip of your tongue as you watch him lean down to hold onto the rope, “— i would rather not eat strawberry tarts for the rest of my life than live with the fact that i let you dance with death.”

“really, what right do you think you have to order me around like this?” you exclaim, although there’s no denying the little tremor in the grip you have over the rough harness, “i shall have you know that i am very capable of handling myself, duke gojo. surely you cannot be so utterly dimwitted to—”

“i have miraculously gone deaf and have no clue about whatever you’re saying,” satoru hums, and you internally groan when the stupid smile he gives you only serves to make the pleasurable ache within your chest grow. “what was that? indeed, mars is rather bright tonight.”

and so, mars is bright tonight, just like the spark within your lungs, which blazes like a forest fire inside.

you tried to run away from him, but you’re running away with him. but that’s how thinks always were with duke gojo.

always are.

always will.

(and even though you’d rather skin yourself alive than admit it, you’re glad that they will.)

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[azzydoesstuff]

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man 41-experimentation has the worst abandoned facilities. where is all the scrap guh??

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[peachyfnaf]

Who are your favorite TSAMS artists?

GOD i have SO many, and i also have the worst memory imaginable!!! hold on let me like try to fuckin compile a LIST

@/polaris-stuff

^ I will never shut up abt polaris' art. she's so good at posing, lighting, texturing, showing emotion, literally the whole shebang. also once every two months or so she drops a piece like this or this or this that leaves my ass FLABBERGASTED ON THE FLOOR and thinking about it SO MUCH for SO LONG. polaris S tier frfr

@/zthesheep

^ Z CAN DRAW SO GOOD SO FAST AND IT'S SCARY. he's also hella talented at animating and pov/perspective-work and his art needs more attention rn or im gonna blow up this whole website

@/turbotasthick

^ GOD. TURBO IS SO FUCKING GOOD AT DRAWING THINGS THAT JUST KNOCK THE BREATHE FROM MY LUNGS. and theyre ALSO good at making things that just make me giggle and be HAPPY. like, the silly goofy bm and noface art they do?? joyous and whimsical, but when they DECIDE TO DROP A PIECE BASED OFF AN OLD VICTORIAN PAINTING THAT WATERS MY CROPS CLEARS MY SKIN AND CLEANSES MY SOUL? ascension

@/meemo32

^ They way they color and render things brings me so much joy and satisfaction, theyre also hella good at posing too. shaking around their doodles in my teeth like a cat

@/crees-a

^ GOD. CRESPA. I LOVE THEIR STYLE SO MUCH AND THEIR FULLY RENDERED PIECES STRAIGHT UP LOOK 3D SOMETIMES. THE SHEER AMOUNT OF DETAIL THEY PUT INTO EVERYTHING THEY MAKE IS ASTONISHING AND THE SPEEEDDD THEY DO IT AT IS SO SKJDFHSHDF YK? also i love how they're just an autism creature incarnate lmao

@/fablekitty

^ fable art soft.... fable art elicits me to me feel warm and fuzzy. looking at her stuff invokes the same feelings from me that those old 2015 fnaf speedpaint videos with fnaf music playing ovterop of them did. calmness and a subtle happiness

@/kuuchaos

^ another one who's specific style/way of drawing the dca just brings me so much joy. im a sucker for people who draw em with 3d noses. also the lighting MASTERRR. style that is so squishable yet so strong. oobleck-like artstyle.

@/milkyshea

^ THE SOFTEST AND MOST HOMELY ART EVER. also i could be wrong so dont quote me on this but i THINK milky draws on their PHONE and that. that is insane. thats coocoo bananas. milky how do u draw like that on your phone. milky what are they feeding you

@/frankie-funked

^ ART STLYE THAT MAKES ME GO "HEEHEE" EVERY TIME I SEE IT. ART STYLE THAT MAKES ME VERY HAPPY AND I LOVE THEIR FULLY RENDERED STUFF. GUYS HAVE YOU LOOKED AT THEIR FULLY RENDERED STUFF??? IT'S FUCKIN' JAW DROPPING AS HELL

@/momokooooooooooooo

^ god i love momoko's human tsams stuff so much. i love the outfits they put the characters in, they're always so creative and have such intricate details in them that i just find myself staring to inhale it all. ALSO CAN BE A PERSON WHO SUCKER PUNCHES ME WITH THAT GOOD ANGST SOUP WHEN THEY SO CHOOSE TO DO SO

@/paaatchm

^ JUST ANOTHER ONE WHO'S ART BRINGS ME JOY AND WHIMSY. their solar design? i love him, especially that one time they drew him with like a steampunk mecha arm. that shit was SO COOL and i just. something about their style is another one that just makes me go 'HHRRHRGRHGGGRHR" /VPOS

@/superstar8bongos

^ what am i to say? it's bongos, we all know that bongos is like. so talented it makes everyone clip through the walls. their way of coloring/rendering is incredible and if i stare at their art LONG enough hopefully i will be able to absorb their skills and have a fraction of their power

@/hazard-c-horror

^ I LOVE. HORROR ART. SO MUCH. HAZARD IS LIKE THE OASIS FOR ME IN THE MOSTLY FLUFF-FILLED/NON-HORROR LAND THAT IS THE TSAMS ARTIST DESERT. they're so good at making things unnerving but also hella cute at the same time? like, their OC, Hazard??? fucking FREAK but also omg thats an OUPPY. also how they do expressions w characters eyes my beloved

@/flufffydestroyer

^ THE best artist on this site to go to if you need to look at some art to perk you up and make you smile. art that is very soft and sweet and loving that will warm you up like hot cocoa on a cold winters day. i love all their trans sun and characters as babies stuff

@/samoftheswamp

^ the best tmgafs/teaps artist on this entire site and i will not be convinced otherwise. i love how they use shapes SO much, and also just their overall. just their overall everything. their puppet-master design??? hello??? put that in a museum

@/marshmallowcat666

^ artist who i have not seen many pieces from but every time i do i just go "!!!" cause' something about the way they color and pose (esp when they do multiple-character pieces) just makes me perk up. joy and whimsy

honest to god i have more but this is already so long im going to end it here solely for the fact that i, tragically, have to do other things than gush about cool artists. punches the air

[acheronist]

went digging thru the rmg images website and found a slightly nicer quality version of this page for freeeee (the best price for a peglar page) so i spent my afternoon off doing a quick transcript & here's what i have hesitantly landed on

as always: italics are words that were confusing to discern, bold are words that were written in forwards english

3 has my littel bark* wos drifting down i was shot a bly and ggit one of konnell** tertell came swiming sloley by my crew got up and gripped him and lug him in my boat off we pull quite marely*** to that gallant bark a float (there is a short vertical zig-zag squiggle pattern here, likely to act as a break between the verses) sir the wate to th[…] littel worter bird in of parade**** the dragres***** of made a splended ton dinner off shore this prime littel fellow [incomprehensible]t [incomprehensible] tertell

*= henry probably means 'barque', as in the style of small sailing ship, and is spelling it phonetically with a london accent. here's a picture of one i found on google that i thought was really charming. shoutout to the visual learners of tha world...

**= this whole line has been bamboozling me sooo badly if anyone has more insight for what the hell this means hmu. i think konnell might be a phonetic spelling of 'canal', as in a water canal the barque was sailing thru, but fuck if i know!!!

***= henry probably means 'merrily', as in the adjective, and is spelling it phonetically with a london accent ****= i have no clue what this word is LOL... i suspect "parade" but i also think it could be "paradise" as in 'bird of paradise', which would make sense if this poem is set in a tropical location (somewhere with tertells) because there's the plant which grows in hot humid environments but also the actual bird which is native to (you guessed it) hot humid environments. historical context fun fact time: henry had previously sailed in a couple various geographic places where he might have actually seen the plant / bird before! :-) *****= i also have no clue what this word is LMAO... i suspect its an odd spelling of "draggers", as in the previously mentioned crew who had dragged the tertell aboard, OR "regards" which makes less grammatical sense? unless we're getting the regards of the birds of paradise who watched the tertell get dragged aboard? i dont know???

[hells-wasabii]

Lilith x f!reader? I would love to see how some writers see her lmao

A/N: This one i really didn't know how to approach. We really know next to nothing about Lilith as a character, her personality remains a mystery. That being said, I did what i could, I decided to go with a half and half for this one as well. There also might be an unfinished sentence hiding in here somewhere

Character: Lilith

Type: Headcanons+Drabble (Lilith x fem!reader, Angst)

Lilith as a whole is an interesting character. She is graceful and rebellious. She’s the first woman and the former(?) queen of hell. She is a prideful creature and has every right to be. But that doesn't mean that she'll want to be above you, she craves an equal, someone that she can spend her time in paradise with. Someone she can count on to be by her side.

Lilith is free-spirited to a fault, a dreamer as Charlie put it, and that will definitely reflect in the relationship. She has ideas for what she wants in life, and she'll want you right there with her every step of the way. You might be considered 'the mistress of the queen of hell' but you're still her partner nonetheless.

But she also has a lot going on. Heavy, plot stuff. Just because she loves you that doesn’t mean that you have the go-ahead to get in her way. Whatever her goals may be, whether it's to put a stop to Charlie’s hotel or do whatever it takes to remain in heaven. You’re either a part of them, or you're not. It’s your decision but you’d best make it quickly when she presents it to you. She’s very no-nonsense when it comes to her important business. She won’t take lightly to you getting in the way.

The moment your feet met the sand, you could feel a wave of calm wash over you. Heaven, especially its beaches, tended to have that effect on souls. This was one of your favorite places in heaven after all. How could it not be? Gorgeous beaches as far as the eye can see, and the sky stuck in what is essentially an eternal sunset. Which, while unnatural, was lovely nonetheless. But the beach wasn’t why you had come, not this time at least. You lifted your gaze giving your wings a flutter to shake off any sand before folding them neatly. No, this time you had an important matter to attend to.

“Darling, I know you’re there.” Lilith always had a knack for knowing when you came to visit, from the moment you even set off towards her little portion of heaven she always seemed to be expecting you. “Come, join me.” She gestured at the chair beside her without looking back. That was a recent addition to her usual beach spot, you noted.

You remembered when you had first stumbled across this beach, it was absolutely breathtaking. Initially, you had been surprised by the beach’s lack of occupancy. However, as you walked along the shoreline with no destination in mind, you would come to find out why exactly that was.

It was only natural that a place of that caliber was occupied by the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. The very first woman, Lilith. She had been welcoming, much to your surprise, offering conversation and company on that lonely shore. Even extending something of an open invitation when you left, an invitation that you would accept time and time again.

You were sure that you were never meant to meet her, to even know of her presence in heaven. It certainly seemed like something that a human soul wasn’t meant to be aware of.

And yet here you were, chin-deep in a romantic entanglement with the Queen of Hell herself.

You knew better than to beat around the bush. Lilith always did prefer keeping things to the point when it came to things of importance. She didn’t particularly care for games of that fashion. So you  “Are you really going back to hell?”  You knew it wasn’t something she wanted to do, she had been content in just leaving well enough alone, but that angel, Lute, had forced her hand. And in turn, forced yours as well.

Your lover looked back at you, lowering her glasses to look at you directly. “Is that a problem, dear?” 

Yes, a very big problem at that, never mind that you’re an angel, would heaven even allow you to go down to hell? Would they even know? This was dangerous and wrong, and… and you knew that you would do it anyway, didn't you? Every fiber of your being was screaming how wrong this was, but you were the mistress to the queen of hell. You were sure you could handle it, so long as you were by her side. And so you smiled, you would happily follow this woman to hell and back. Literally in this case. “Of course not, Lilith.”

This brought a small smile, one that you couldn’t quite decipher, to the queen of hell’s lips as you took your place in the chair next to her.

“Good, because you’ll be coming with me.”

Everything seemed to freeze in place at the revelation. What have you gotten yourself into this time?

[eebie]

man the way six's head WHIPS 2 glare at mono after he breaks the music box

[littlebugs]

𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

established relationship!ghost headcannons warnings: fem reader, reader is kinda couquetteish (tbh i wrote this for myself), fluff, ooc characters, bartender!reader, sfw, not proofread im so sorry ): rafs bloo notes: basically when i can't find what i want to read i write it lmao. also i tried to make the reader british (i said pub once)

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

you've been together for a year now

you guys met in a pub close to the base he was staying at, you looked at his skull mask, shrugged, and then didn't say a word about it. he came back every day after that.

little things mean a lot to him

you saw his face after only a month of dating, what can i say the man got comfy quick asf

he's always the big spoon. always. he just liked to protect you )):

he doesn't know how to make any food other than tea (which you argue isn't food but he says "it has nutrients")

he's always joking about the guys at work who have very odd names like soap??? gaz????

which leads to you meeting them (completely on "accident")

because the guys are hanging out in the break room and simon goes to the bathroom

without his phone.

like whats the worst that can happen really?

but then he gets a call from "pookster 🥰" with a picture of you in a pink sundress !!

all the guys are like silent until simon gets back

and he's like "the bloody hell is wrong with you?" and soap points at his phone

so like the guys they are they quite literally follow simon home because what's he gonna do? kill them ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა (probably)

simon drives a truck dont argue with me

and so simon's kind of pissed but also he gets to show his girl off cus ya knows ya fine (;

he's unlocking the door to the apartment and soap and gaz are standing there whispering to eachother

they're discussing the odds of l.t having a girlfriend like she didn't just pop up on his phone.

simon opens the door and you're all up in your matching itty bitty pink top and shorts with pink ribbons in your hair like ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

and you see the two guys in military outfit staring at you like an alien so you invite them in for chinese takeout

ghost is pissed

gaz actually has a good time

soap is kind of perplexed the whole time

"now ghost, how'd ya score a lass like tha-" "shut the bloody hell up johnny"

after dinner ghost decides to be mr grumpster )): so you watch tv with him in bed all night

he radiates a lot of body heat

like more than a toaster

so much that at night you'll actually be sweating but you cant escape him because his arms are BUILT

it doesn't even matter how much you weigh this man can throw you across the room like an entire ragdoll- but he wouldn't ever dream of hurting you //:

he's a big guy. he's huge (hardy har har)

so of course you steal all of his sweatshirts (they're big asf)

he smells like cologne and faintly gunsmoke

you always tell him to use more laundry detergent but you're pretty sure he never listens

other than tea he can only cook one thing which is lamb (and its actually pretty good)

nobody ever really taught him how to cook and you only know how to make drinks so you guys improvise a lot

mommy issues ):

he's so scared you'll leave him you always have to tell him that you would never !!

he's afraid that when he's on deployments he might come back and you just wouldn't be there.

he's always checking on you at work

(if we're talking MWII) this man can bend the rules a little to check his phone. anyways who's gonna tattle on him seriously

always texting "how are you?" "thinking of you" "hope you have a good day"

anytime soap catches him on his phone he goes "texting pookster?"

price overheard one time and was very confused

lets just say by the end of the day the whole task force knows about you

if anything ever happens you've got a military team to defend you so life is looking good tbh

[collapsedglasshouses]

Consequences || Noah Sebastian x Reader [Part 4]

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: When Y/N gets to their hotel room, she finally finds closure to all the confusing events.

Warnings: MDNI!!, 18+, NSFW, SMUT, unprotected sex (p in v) (wrap it before you tap it!), fluffy as hell, swearing, let me know if I forgot something

Taglist: @jakekiszkasguitarpick @blackveilomens @kingdomof-omens (congrats you can call yourself 'jazz' first tag team members' lmao)

IF YOU WANNA BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST, PLS DM ME OR COMMENT ♡

A/N: Well, well, well… I don’t even know what to say… I couldn’t wait until tomorrow so here you have the next chapter! I let myself get inspired for this chapter. I read The Love Hypothesis again and this one quote out of it will always stick with me. Do you notice which one?

It's been three minutes since Noah left the room. You heart was racing. You didn't even know what to think. Didn't he say he wanted to talk about this when we got home? Was it going to be bad?

Your mind was racing when you stepped closer to Jolly. "I need you to do me a favor-..." - "Not going into our room for the next three hours and at best keep Nick from going to bed so he doesn't hear anything? You're welcome."

You gave Jolly a thankful and apologetic smile before slowly walking away from your group. When you came to a stop in front of your hotel room, you couldn't help but feel like you felt that night you landed under Noah's bed. Does he just wanna have sex now?

You quietly opened the door with your key and stepped into the room. There he was. Sitting on his bed, staring straight ahead seemingly deep in his thoughts. You quickly got out of your high heels before walking towards him. When you sat down next to him, you let out a devoted sigh.

"We should talk about this." He said quietly before swallowing hard. You knew this was going to be hard. Neither Noah nor you were good at talking about serious topics when it came to things between you two. You remembered that often when you annoyed each other, you would just remain silent until there was no longer a problem. So now you just nodded and hoped he would begin to talk.

But nothing happened. You two sat their in silence.

You started to think. You knew you wanted to talk with him but not once you thought about what you actually felt. It wasn't normal for best friends to just randomly hook up after ten years of being nothing but platonic.

You exhaled frustrated. "Fuck... We behave like fucking teenagers, Noah. We're literally grown adults. Why is it so fucking hard to just talk?" You stood up and started pacing around the room.

Noah looked at you. When you noticed it, you came to a stand in front of him. "What is this?" - "Y/N, I have no idea." - "I don't know it either but we need to figure it out before someone gets hurt."

Now he was the one who sighed and than he cradled his head in his hands.

"What the fuck are we doing?" You began to cry out. "What the fuck am I even doing?" With that his head shot back up to look at you. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, Noah..." You swallowed hard, being a lot more sad and frustrated than you originally thought. "You are... a fucking well known rock star. You aren't just the boy anymore who lived down the street that I maybe admired a little too much when you came over to game with my brother." You sighed. "You aren't even the boy anymore who took my virginity because I was panicking about being the last in my friend group... You are a lot more now... You are you and I am me and... I don't even know what I was thinking. You are literally my best friend, Noah."

"So-..." He began. "...you regret what happened between us?" You had a feeling his eyes changed with your statement. They looked emptier.

"No, no, no...Noah." You cried out and looked at him apologetic. "That's not even in the slightest close to reality... That's the problem… I don't regret one second with you. I think, there wasn't one day in the past two weeks that I haven’t thought of you." You explained and ran a hand through your hair. "The thing is... I feel weird. On the one hand you are my best friend. You are Nick's best friend. You are the closest friend I ever had. I think nobody knows as much about me as you do. And I love that. But on the other hand there is this thing between us. Something that I have never felt with anyone before. That scares the shit out of me, Noah."

You felt like you read straight out of your diary and metaphorically you lost a piece of clothing with each sentence you spoke to him.

"Y/N."

"I don't wanna be one of your adventures, Noah."

"Y/N."

"I heard you talking about so many girls that come and left. Either them or you not being serious."

"Y/N."

"I saw you get hurt and I don't wanna be the one to do that to you."

"Y/N"

"I just don't wanna be one of those short funny stories that you tell the boys while drinking beer."

"Y/N, you know that would never happen."

"Why are you so sure of that, Noah? Why would you think this all could work? Why would you think Nick wouldn't hate us being... whatever this is?"

"Because I love you."

Your mouth dropped slightly open while you felt like someone knock all the oxygen out of your lungs. You couldn't breath. He loved you.

Your gaze slightly softens while you looked at the man in front of you. The man who also was the boy who told you he would raise a child with you that wasn't even his when you were just 18. The boy who played every song under the planet on his guitar as long as you would stop crying about this guy who broke your heart in eighth grade. You looked at this man, the man who had nothing but love in his heart for you the whole time you knew him.

You swallowed while taking a hesitant step towards him, not being able to form a sentence. You came to a rest when you stood right between his legs.

"You don't have to say it when you don't feel it but-..." - "Say it again, Noah." You lifted his chin so he had no chance but to look you in the eyes. His hands came up to rest at your hips. "I love you, Y/N... I-... I think i loved you for a long time. I just didn't realize it until those things between us happened."

With that you slightly bent down and pressed you lips to his. All of a sudden you felt like you were going to explode. Nothing ever felt this good. Everything that you worried or thought about just started to make sense. It was so clear in front of you all along. You were madly in love with Noah.

You felt how he fidgeted with the sipper on your dress and when he opened it you let it slip down to the floor. He interrupted the kiss for a second to admire you.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

Everything inside you started to tingle. Maybe it was his words or his tone. Maybe it was the fact he was so vulnerable around you. You just knew there was no way back. You needed Noah.

You instantly kissed him again while you unbuttoned his pants. When those dropped to the floor, you crawled onto his lap while your tongues started to fight for dominance.

"We definitely need to tell Nick." He gasped, out of breath, while you unbuttoned his black shirt. You nodded. "But definitely not now." You joked and made him chuckle before pushing him back onto the mattress. For a second you just admired him under you. How his laugh reached his eyes. How his lips were slightly pink from your kisses. How his hair fell onto his forehead. You didn't find one thing about this man you didn't love.

You leaned down to him and kissed his cheek.

"What was that for?" He asked you surprised while his hands drew circles on your exposed hips.

"I love you too, Noah." With that his eyes lit up and with a quick movement you found yourself under him.

"God, I missed you." Noah muttered against your mouth, making you smile. You always wanted to be loved like this and didn't realise he was exactly in front of you.

He quickly helped you out of your bra and before you knew you also lost your underwear.

When he kissed you again, you grabbed his face with your hands, noticing how you missed touching him.

"Fuck" he mumbled as he kissed along your collarbone. This alone let you moan a little. Every cell of your boy craved him.

"I'm not letting you go ever again." he almost moaned out while his hand found your core. His fingers found your clit with ease and he began to work you in circles. Your jaw dropped open in surprise at the shock of pleasure it sent down your spine.

You cried out when he suddenly stopped his movements and kissed his way back up to your face.

"Noah, I need you." You moaned when he looked back into your eyes. "I'm right here." He teased and than started to attack your neck. You knew those kisses would leave bruises, making you moan even loader.

"I-... I need you inside of me." You stuttered while your body seemed to tremble in pleasure.

"Oh god, you're gonna be the death of me." He moaned while getting up to get out of his boxers.

You bit your lip as you looked at his naked form. He was so pretty. He climbs back on top of you while you open your legs for him. Never in your entire life did you need anyone as bad as you needed him right now.

So when he teases you with the tip of his cock, you could help but squirm for more. You buckle your hips and Noah laughs quiety.

"So needy and wet for me." You could only hum in agreement.

"Please, Noah." You beg. In this moment you just wanted him to tear you in half.

"God, you look so beautiful." He whispered and let his hand travel over your body one more time.

Finally, he started to sink into you. Your mouth fell open while you felt him stretch you out a bit and then pushing you to your limit. Instantly he let his head fall on your shoulder while moaning in sync with you.

Never in your entire life you heard a more beautiful sound. When he finally buried himself inside of you, he paused to let you adjust.

You couldn't even dare to breath in that moment.

"Is this okay?" He whispered in your ear. "Hmmm. Yes... Keep going."

You could feel his smile against your neck. He pressed a kiss to your temple before pulling out of you, drawing a surprised gasp from you before slowly going back into you. He did that a couple of times while heavy breathing was the only sound filling the air.

"You feel so fucking good." He groaned into your shoulder, causing you to wrap your arms around him and trying to pull him even closer.

You almost got impatient with his gentle touch so you pushed your hips off the bed to give him a hint that he got immediately.

You let out a small yelp when he suddenly thrusted harder into you hitting a certain spot. Your noises than made him go faster while your nails found their way across his back. If he wasn't that tattooed on his back, it would have been clear evidence about what was happening here.

"Harder." You begged him. He slammed into you causing you to moan even louder, but he dipped down and swallowed your sound with a deep kiss.

"You need to be more quiet, love. When we get to your place you can scream as loud as you want." He growls against your lips. Butterflies started to form in your stomach.

"Let me take care of you." He than whispered against you lips, reaching down between you with his other hand, pressing his index finger against you clit. You truly felt like you were about to explode into thin air and allowed yourself to think about what was happening right now.

Noah, your best friend of more than ten years, the man you were madly in love with, was pounding into you while also fingering you like he never did anything else in the entire world. His pace was almost punishing.

All the tension between you. Every time in the dead of the night when you gaslit yourself into believing you didn't think of him while you had your hand between your legs. All let to this.

When he changed the angle, hitting a new spot, you instantly buried your hands in his hair, as you felt your orgasm built. His hand still circling your clit while thrusting into you. "Fuck, Y/N, I need you to cum for me."

With that you were done. You moaned loudly while you reached your high, digging your nails into Noah's back, causing him to moan too.

That's when you felt it. He groaned your name and you felt him twitch inside of you, cum spreading through you.

It was an interesting sensation for you. One that made you squirm under him. He thrusted as deeply as he could for a few more times. The pleasure causing you to sink your teeth into his shoulder, biting down to lower the volume of your screams.

After you both helped each other through your highs, he slowly pulled out of you and looked you in the eyes.

"I'm not gonna drop the cheesy question, asking you to be my girlfriend because I think you know I'll not let you go anytime soon." He says before pecking your lips and than getting up to grab a cloth to clean you up.

"I would love to be your girlfriend, Noah." You answered him after came back and cleaned you up. Noah laughed and than wrapped his arms around your torso to cuddle you tightly.

He lifted his head and pressed his lips to yours. "I would love to be your boyfriend too, Y/N."

When he lay back down on your chest, you started playing with his hair and couldn't help but think about the reality that was just meters away from you.

How the hell would you explain all this to your brother?

READ PART 5 HERE.

[moonshynecybin]

with your same age au any thoughts to like the people in racing marcs known all his life like tito and the espargaro brothers like tito he considered part of his family I think theres a quote somewhere

when marcs mom was making lunch in the trailers for marc and the espargaros was vale there too, baffled at the weird extended family unit of aleix and pol who hate marc and care about him at the same time

and what do they think of little marc hanging out with basically his degenerate (affectionately) not boyfriend (not that they probably think that) who presumably they find equally annoying and fascinating

idk i woke up ten minutes ago checked the rosquez tag like its the newspaper and thought about this

this is so interesting !!! i agreeee i think were the contrast gets hard and compelling and sexy is specifically found in how the marquez FAMILY operates, and them folding vale and his family dynamic and complexes into that sort of environment. vale as a paddock kid getting dragged around by his kinda shitty dad who is letting him run wild (graziano. a hands off kinda guy.) into the VERY involved but financially strained marquezes. who yes sit him down in their trailer and make him pasta and make him help marc with his english homework, but also who marc doesnt ever go very far from. and also who pin all their hopes on marc. which puts a very large weight on his shoulders that is not without it's collateral favoritism with regards to alex... so marc, who was a much more serious kinda kid apparently folds into that and i can see that being one of their baby contrasts before marc figures out how to use his smile/laugh like a weapon.... idk imagine being marc and being a child and your parents lose their jobs in the 2008 financial crisis when youre 15 (his first season in grand prix racing!!!), but theyre putting everything into your racing career and even forgoing food some nights in order to buy you new racing boots... and vale didnt grow up rich, but his dad was a racer and his mom was an engineer like he was good in THAT regard... so hes looking at marc jealous as hell bc his family is "normal" and "together" and his parents are at every race weekend but marc is putting SO much pressure on himself to succeed and IS involved in this very codependent relationship w his family and is jealous of VALE for his FREEDOM, financial and otherwise.... and to be honest i think they find the other equally soothing and agitating to those sorts of wounds. sure they remind each other of something they desperately want that is fundamentally inaccessible to them, BUTTTT they can give it to each other maybe... in little doses... so marc gets cajoled by vale into sneaking off to steal a scooter in the nearest town and speeding and having fun without his dad or alex, and vale gets to like. maybe have a presence in his life on paddock weekends that cares if he lives or dies. and they DEEPLY treasure that sort of thing in a very impactful way imo... and yes lmao there is a hilariously striking visual element to vale's skinny ass with the dumb sunglasses and the bleached hair and the little earring coming to pick up marc "my t-shirt is two sizes too big and im very polite" marquez but tbh i do NAWTTTT think it takes marc long to realize that he can be the instigator in this relationship and the antics get off tha chainnnn

[l0stfoster]

Paul anon here to say eeeeeeYEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE ME SOME CURSED PAUL DOODLES THATS MY SCRUNKLY BOY IM LOEHEVDJDGUEHE I LOVE PAUL HOLDEN

I wanna know more about the feather situation now tho ohhhh you got me intrigued ohhhh my goddddd

And paul just thinking and knowing hes the reason johnny’s in a wheelchair and that’ll probably haunt him for the rest of his life cuz now hes so associated with the greasers he probably knows johnny a lot better now and ohhh im gonna be sick . He probably has so many feelings about the shit he did b4 he was kicked out of the house ohhhh my sweet boy i love you so bad

Paul anon I hope you know you're an icon among the writers. Novva has previously expressed how much they want to put you in a jar and observe you (/pos)

As always I am so joyous that you're enjoying Paul here hehe. I've said it once and I'll say it again. Canon Paul can go kick rocks, Cursed Paul, on the other hand, needs a break from me. I talk a lot below so yeah another below the cut.

The feather situation was a little thing I'd thought about recently, since I've brought up to the writers before about how Two would eventually offer Paul a feather for flock marking, and Paul, by god, does NOT want the feather. Not only does he feel like he doesn't deserve it for what he's done; but it proves something about himself too- that he's getting attached. What the fuck does it say about him if he begins to connect with these people? It doesn’t help the guilt, that’s for sure. Two tries for probably months to get him to take it; literally days on end of offering and being ignored or shrugged off- finally, Paul takes it, but he doesn't wear it, nor does he keep it on his person. The only reason Paul wears it visibly for the first time is because god DAMN does Two pull off some REALLY good sad, pathetic bird eyes (and Dally looks ready to kill him for upsetting Two-Bit, so.)

He just gets so damn unlucky with the timing and circumstances surrounding it. Not only do the harpies already hold beef with him because of Two’s original jumping and the feather issue (most of them are clueless to the fact that Two’s forgiven him, while others are aware and have kinda chilled), but having a soc who’s harmed one of their own in their territory does not sit well with a majority of them, even all these months later; something especially impactful to the Shepard’s Gang. The second one harpy spots Paul with this feather, the immediate assumption is that he’d taken it just as he did with the first one.

I don’t talk about the Shepard’s all too much, but this is a good time to mention that Two and Tim are pretty good friends— so, well, he takes this as a matter that he can settle himself; and it’s a good way to warn this rich boy imposing on their territory that he’s on strike two of three, whether he’s one of the cursed or not.

Paul Gets Jumped, Part 2. It’s definitely not as bad as when the socs got him because, despite their gripes, Tim is half aware that Darry does gaf about this guy (he’s very out of the loop, and doesn’t even know the two are dating). As bad or not, it does freak Paul the hell out due to how familiar it felt to the first time he was jumped. That’s called trauma big guy, you and Johnny can bond over shaking like chihuahuas when you walk home alone. They take the feather away from him too, and you bet your ass he will NOT ask Two-Bit for another one because he doesn’t want him thinking Paul had purposefully disposed of it, especially with how often he’d been turning it down. This mf also ends not up being very fond of harpies outside of the ones he knows (ie; Two, Mrs. Mathews, etc) for a little while. Refuses to walk outside the house unless he’s got someone else with the gang. Two dive bombs on and grabs Paul while he’s walking home once and the entire East side loses power for like 5 hours lmao. Two was not happy when he found out about it too. Harpy: “Oh yeah we got this back from a soc while ago here" Two: Two: “-Isn’t that Paul’s?” Harpy: Harpy: “Th. The soc?” Two: “Yeah??? Paul??? Darry’s boyfriend?? This was his-“ Harpy: “I mean, he had it b- ohhh shit. You gave it to him on purpose.” Two:

Tim is very confused when a ruffled Two slams the door open and off its hinges at his house

Two, slamming the door open: “WHY WOULD YOU JUMP HIM WITHOUT EVEN ASKING ME ABOUT THE FEATHER????” Tim, half asleep on the couch: Tim: “..g’d mornin'?”

ON THAT NOTE Paul is,, so utterly haunted by both Johnny's and Two's disabilities, and that is absolutely not helped by the fact that they don't even seem to hold it against him. In Johnny's eyes, Paul wasn't the one who'd jumped him, resulting in him carrying the switchblade that killed Bob. He wasn't the one who held Pony underwater with the intent to kill. Two himself already knows that Paul didn't expect him to be burned as he was, nor was he the one holding the lighter. The blame the gang directs at him varies; especially when they see that the two who fell victim don't even seem to be mad about it. I think that a large reason as to why Pony throws his blame at Paul for Johnny is because, well, Bob's not around to take it. He's an emotional teen who's taking it out on the person he knows had some correlation to it. Besides, I think all of us know Pony blames himself for the church fire; directing that anger at Paul makes it easier to cope.

But yeah, Paul's practically eaten alive by the guilt. It sure as hell doesn't help that he already feels bad for being directly related to the witch that cursed Tulsa.

[stellewriites]

wip wednesday

dog meat snippet since i forgot last week. hell of a lot of peacocking from all sides below lmao

soapgaz x reader

"bonnie?" your head whipped up at the familiar voice and you smiled automatically at johnny and kyle as they made their way over.

"mind if we join you?" kyle asked, already pulling out a chair at your eager nod, ignoring the deep frown on elliot's face.

"and you are?" elliot asked rudely, looking between the two men.

"this is johnny and kyle, the couple i told you about last night." you laid a gentle hand on elliot's forearm.

"oh, the wine tasters. right."

"heard you were busy saving yer boss' arse yesterday," johnny said with a pinched smile. "yer bonnie wife didnae mention what ye did though?"

"i work for a powerful man looking after his money," elliot explained vaguely, with an air of condescension.

you noticed kyle wave over a waitress and quietly order for both him and johnny, his palm settled firmly on johnny's thigh beneath the table.

"oh aye? tha's a lotta responsibility then. no wonder yer always looking so stressed on yer phone, johnny laughed.

"oi, be nice, john," kyle scolded, but the smile teasing the corner of his lips took away any bite the reprimand held.

"sorry, uh, emmet, was it?"

"elliot," you corrected quickly.

johnny snapped his fingers and nodded. "right, right. sorry, my memory's not what it used to be." he waved at a rough scar at the side of his head.

"so how long have you two been together?" kyle asked as their drinks arrived. you saw elliot sniff at the vast amount of sugar kyle poured into his tea.

"five years," you answered at the same time elliot answered, four years. you turned to him with a frown. "we've been married for two. we met before your promotion, remember?"

"are you sure, darling?" elliot asked.

"yes, elliot. i'm sure."

kyle and johnny watched silently, eyebrows raised until you turned back to your croissant with a tense jaw.

"time flies 'n all that," johnny said, hoping to ease your tension.

"right." you nodded. "what about you guys? been together long?"

"time flies "n all that," johnny said, hoping to ease your tension.

"right." you nodded. "what about you guys? been together long?"

"been stuck with him for a decade now," kyle huffed, patting his hand on johnny's leg.

"been blessed by me, more like, cheeky sod," johnny muttered.

you laughed as kyle leant in to kiss his cheek obnoxiously. "met in the forces, just clicked."

"been together ever since i caught him starin' in the showers," johnny boasted with a grin.

elliot shifted uncomfortably in his chair and johnny's grin dropped minisculely and his eyes hardened.

it’ll be dead dove, mind the tags on the masterlist post and the separate chapters - both chapters out this weekend!

[1moreff-creator]

Considering that both DT and P:EG happen in the U.S., what state and/or region do you think each of them lives in based on their lifestyle, fashion sense, culture, beliefs, backstory, etc?

Ok so. I gave answering this an honest shot, but I can’t lmao. I’m not from the US, I have absolutely no idea how to place the majority of these guys. I wouldn’t know the difference between someone from Arkansas and someone from California even if you put them right next to each other. Are those even particularly different states? Who knows! Not me!

Accents don’t help me either; I can barely tell apart accents in my native language, let alone intra-US accent differences. So, uh, I think I have to leave this one to my fellow Tumblr users to figure out!

That said, I still have some thoughts on some of the characters based on canonical information of their origin, so I’ll write those under the cut, so as to give you something.

Spoilers for P:EG CH1 and DRDT CH2.

Project: Eden’s Garden

Damon apparently canonically grew up in Japan, which was a new one for me. (Sources 1 and 2). If he moved to the US at some point, I have no idea where he landed lol. 

Here’s what Ulysses says about where he works:

Damon [Ulysses 1st FTE]: You work at the Patawomeck River Museum, right? Ulysses: In Tsenacommacah, yes… I direct an exhibit on the Cold War there.

Tsenacommacah (name given by the Patawomeck tribe) is a real place in Virginia, so assuming Ulysses works in the same area he lives, we have a more or less confirmed origin! Hell yeah. 

I would assume Jean lives in a coastal city, since, y’know. Sailing’s kinda his thing.

Does Ingrid have a southern accent? It’s like the only English accent I think I can easily recognize lmao. In fact, the wiki says she specifically has a Texan accent, so let’s say she’s from there. 

The wiki says Grace has an Australian accent (and yes I’m quoting the wiki even on this, I’m that unconfident in telling apart accents lol), so you could argue she may come from Australia and just immigrated to the US. 

Danganronpa: Despair Time

Unlike P:EG, where I don’t think it’s been explicitly stated every character (other than Damon evidently) is originally from America, it has been stated that most of the DRDT characters are explicitly American. The only exception is Teruko, whose nationality is “legally in question.”

Though, speaking of Teruko, it’s been highly implied that she grew up in Japan. We know she spent some time there according to a line from MonoTV in the costume change scene from CH2, and she and her brother used Japanese honorifics for each other when they lived together. 

(Does anyone have a link to this reply for future reference? I don’t have Twitter and I can’t access it easily help)

By extension, it’s possible Mai Akasaki comes from Japan, as she seems to have known Teruko for a long time.

Mai Quote (Teruko): Some years ago, she was searching for someone named 'Teruko Tawaki.'

For the Americans, it’s worth noting that they’re all part of “East Class 27” per Bonus Episode 1, possibly implying they’re all from the eastern side of the US. The only exception might once again be Teruko per the “West Class Teruko” theory you can find in my Mai post. 

We know from Bonus Episode 2 that Xander grew up in “Chariton” and spent some time in Britain, though he's not from real life Chariton, and instead from a fake Chariton near an equally fictional Chariton River. 

This is maybe a nice time to bring up that, given DRDT is set almost a hundred years post Tragedy, there’s a non zero chance some state and city names changed in the wake of the whole Junko fiasco lol. That also means that reasoning like “J might be from or near Hollywood because her mom is a famous actor” is not 100% reliable, because the Tragedy could have changed certain aspects of culture, and we have no way of knowing which ones.

Off the top of my head, I can’t remember anyone else from DRDT stating where they’re from, so. That’s where my guesses end lmao.

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And that’s about it! I imagine there must be something I missed somewhere, since there’s a lot of evidence across both of these fangans and I don’t have Rose’s photographic memory so. Feel free to bring up anything I may have missed in comments or rbs. Hope I didn’t do too bad of a job though! And I hope that was enough of an answer for you! Thanks for the ask!