#my brother in christ i made the sandwich

[ballcrusher74]

Twisted metal and plastic shards, nothing will keep the beast at bay. Why do you put hope in a false savior? A cheap disguise, trapped in an endless cycle we play. Abandoned, alone, and cold, but unshackled from your labor. Your freedom mocks me, and yet you gave it away.

[enbyonsteriods]

[aro-ace-thetic]

parents will berate you for your entire state of being and then be like "omg are you crying i didn't mean to upset you that much"

[pumpkinsy0]

PUMPKIN I NEED YOU TO GIVE ME AS MANY REASONS WHY PURLY IS THE BEST SHIP!! MY FRIEND IS TRYING TO CONVINCE ME THAT IT SUCKS AND I NEED TO PROVE HER WRONG

-🍵🧊

this feels like the equivalent of giving the bat signal in the sky for me to come

ANYWAYS LETS GO🚨🚨🚨

shipping papercut is like making a sandwich at subway, u can say it sucks all u want, but my brother in christ, U made it that way, this ship is like one of thee “u can do whatever the fuck u want w these two and u can make it make sense” ship u can possibly have in this fandom, if u dont like papercut, maybe its just UR rendition of it u dont like, pick it up n try it again w different things added to it to see if u like it🙄🙄

this ship is literally at the VERY BASE of it, opposites that compliment each other attracting and high school sweethearts and ur telling me ur not at least a lil interested🤨🤨AND I WASNT KISSING W THE ARTISTIC LIBERTY U CAN TAKE W THESE TWO, they can literally be enemies to lovers, that aloof couple trope, fake dating that turned real, u can even make ur own way on how they got together, u can pick and choose its like an all u can eat buffet, ur not rlly “trapped by canon” here

these r literally two dumbasses together like all the time, just imagine the dumb but sweet things they find themselves doin, and the ppl they annoy, just have a heart

if u like angst, curly was in the reformatory for 6 months after ponys life was quite literally changed forever, curly doesnt quite understand his own emotions, pony tries to see the good in the world while curlys always in trouble, AND THERES OTHERS IF U JUST DIP UR TOES INTO SHIPPING EM, the angst potential is RIGHT there🗣️🗣️

at the very base of this ship, theres nothing wrong w it, theres no weird age gap, they wouldnt be abusive towards each other, and ik some ppl have issues w this but also, but its a rare “not dating within the gang” ship, so u would HAVE to go out of ur WAY to make it weird, literally nothing wrong w this ship

if u love the relationship pony has w the gang, this ship can definitely help u expand on ponys relationship w everyone as a whole and u can show off just how protective the guys can become when it comes to pony in his own romantic relationships, what other ship u know is doin that🤨🤨BARELY ANY OF EM IF U DID NAME SOME🗣️🗣️🗣️

honestly same thing goes w the shepards, theres no other ship where u have angela and tim’s relationships w curly being explored through any other ship

while pony and curly r friends during the outsiders, its obvious they arent THAT close to each other, and so what i find interesting about this ship is that u can imagine their own little relationship actually building up and the trust in each other growing, as time goes on, i just think its cool to see them actually flourish, just make something entirely new because of the other and with each other, in a different way from other ships in this fandom

im a literal suckerrrr for cultural hcs so i love when theres cultural aspects actually shown with this ship i think its so cool bc it can get pretty intimate, like curly showing and introducing pony to parts of his culture???? so intimate actually SO underrated, and thats rlly only something i see done w the shepards and it rubs off on this ship as well and i love it 1000/10 (while we here can i convince u of haitian shepards🤔🤔 /lh)

they have shared experiences!!! yes they r opposites attract but they r also just some guys who r put in the same situation, trying to navigate life and protect each other, together, and even in their personal lives, theres things that should push them away from the other but it doesnt, they r this fandoms ship equivalent of the indomitable human spirit and thats all bc they r stupid lil dudes together

are u not a sucker for a guy whos pretty much been closed off emotionally a good chunk of his life finding someone to share his life w and finally finding learning to chillax once in a while w that person and that person alone cause theyre special to em?? boooooo🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱thats such a good trope

this is like the only ship where u actually have “rival” gangs interacting w each other,,,WHERE IS UR SENSE OF ADVENTURE

every shipper of them is literally so cool, like literally, ive never met a shitty shipper of these two, shipping them is like having a vip pass, and its not even like a huge group of ppl, its a small community, we r like a quiet village, unlike SOME SHIPS HERE🙄🙄

ANYWAYS i rest my case, ur just bein a lil haterrrr

if this aint convince ur friend that they arent at least a lil good, the problem isnt the ship,,,its ur friend,,,drop em immediately, but if this did??? welcome to the cool club

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Day 12 of @ailesswhumptober

Isolation/sensory deprivation- "can you feel me? I'm right here."

cw. Claustrophobia, dissociation, references to child abuse,

(My longest one yet!)

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Morris never meant to tell Snyder that Os hated small spaces.

But it was one of those casual conversations in his office that almost made Morris think about Snyder as some kind of friend. His heart had stuttered in his chest with panic when the guard had first called down to the dorm to get him but upon being shoved into the office he'd been greeted with a sandwich, with real fucking meat in it, and a glass of milk.

Snyder was sat on the far side of his desk, his own meal in front of him, steak and potato's and veg, and a glass of something that smelt like the shit da used to drink by the bottle.

"Sit down Morris, I didn't invite you to stand there."

"Sorry, mr Snyder."

He sat down, the plate of food in front of him. Snyder cut a sliver of steak and looked up again. Stared at him for a moment. Expectant.

"I know you grew up poor Delancey, but I trust you've had enough food that you know how to eat it-"

"Yes. Sorry. Weren’t sure it was for me-"

"I have to teach you not to interrupt as well, apparently." His tone was sharp.

Fuck. "Sorry."

Snyder stared at him a moment longer then turned his attention back to his own lunch. he scoffed slightly, but didn't look over at Morris again, too busy catching a green bean on the end of the fork. He only leant back once he took the mouthful, chewing thoughtfully while he stared at Morris, eyes bright and assessing.

Morris had to try and shrug off his gaze as he reached for the sandwich, trying to remember all the ways ma told him to eat polite and chew with his mouth closed. The bread was soft.

It was hard not to feel on edge. Being invited to Snyder's office was never over anything good.

But Christ Morris was hungry.

Morris was sure Snyder waited until he had taken a bite to ask him a question just to be a dick. It was the kind of thing Morris assumed he'd find funny, the kind of thing that reminded him Snyder was in his early twenties at best, only a few years older than Oscar when it came down to it.

"Is it good?"

Morris nodded. Knew better than to speak around the food. The memory of da whacking him round the head at the dinner table at home when he did it was all the reminder he needed. He could still hear his voice ringing, that southern drawl snapping at him to 'have some fuckin' manners'.

He swallowed. "Yeah. S' good."

It wasn't a lie, the bread was fresh and there was butter and ham. The glass of milk was cold.

"Do you know why I asked you here Morris."

He was never sure what the right answer was to Snyder's questions. But it felt the appropriate time to put the sandwich back on his plate, Snyder hadn't touched his own food since the initial fork-full.

"No, sir."

"Your brother had been particularly," he hesitated, searching for a word and seemingly in no particular hurry to find it, "difficult, recently,"

Morris hadn't really noticed any changes, Oscar was as Oscar as he ever was. Then again, he was always good at hiding these things from Morris he realised as he got older. With every year and every birthday he realised he never reached quite as old as Oscar seemed.

"You know why I've been placing you and Oscar on different tasks, don't you?"

Morris didn't. He had been wondering since the start of the week when him and Oscar had been sent to opposite ends of the refuge, with Morris cleaning in the chapel and Oscar down the other end, doing fuck knows what. Morris never really asked. Oscar was his older brother, older and responsible and fine, so it didn’t matter whether Morris asked.

But he didn't know and he knew Snyder knew that. But he shook his head anyway.

Snyder smiled slightly. "In an attempt to break the little codependent habit you and your brother have, I've been trying to seperate you. seems you're doing better without him than he is without you."

And an ugly satisfaction curled in Morris's gut that almost immediately made him feel sick with the guilt of it.

"Os has always looked after me."

"Oh I'm aware. I'm just surprised he can't seem to clear out a cleaning cupboard without nearly passing out-"

Morris spoke without thinking.

"Yeah but he ain't never liked small spaces. Don't think it's got nothin' to do with me."

Something in Snyder's eye glinted, a vague shift to his posture that made Morris want to sink back in his seat and out from under his stare. Snyder's eyes were intense, cold. being directly under them was intimidating.

"Your brother's claustorohobic?"

"He's- what's that mean?"

Snyder's lip twitched, amused. "Scared of small spaces, Morris, like you described."

Morris bit the inside of his cheek till he tasted iron, washing out the taste of ham and butter and bread that wasn't stale to replace it with something copper. Like he'd put a nickel under his tongue.

"Yes, sir."

For a moment Snyder let the silence sit. And then he finally leant back in his chair, satisfied in a way that made Morris nervous.

"Finish your food, Delancey," he said as he picked up his knife and fork again. "Or there won't be a meal for anyone in the morning."

This time the sandwich tasted like sand in his mouth.

…

The next night Oscar never came back to the dorm room.

Morris had spent a couple of hours sitting and waiting, had even asked around in the group of boys if anyone had seen him, and the longer he didn't show up the more on edge Morris found himself getting.

It was a last resort to ask one of the guards, because inevitably they'd tell Snyder and Morris didn't know if he could suffer any more of his direct attention.

But Oscar wasn't here.

He was clinging to the hope that when one of the guards, or Snyder if he was feeling like it tonight, took rolecall before the boys were sent to sleep that they'd notice.

And then Snyder walked in the room, cane in one hand and clipboard in the other, and the boys had all lined up by their bed silently, and Morris had affirmed he was there when his name was called.

and then Snyder skipped directly over Oscar.

Morris has to bite his tongue. For the second time in two days he tasted blood. He pressed his teeth harder and stared at a crack in the wood on the floor beneath him-

"Morris did you hear what I said?

Snyder's cane was on the floor next to his feet. All at once his heart was in his chest. He could feel his ribs creaking.

"No, sir."

"I said your brother won't be joining you tonight."

Morris felt sick. Hadn't yet looked up from the wooden slats on the floor, splinters throughout the room. He could feels the eyes of all the boys in the room on them.

"Aren't you curious as to why, Morris?"

"Why, sir."

"I'm trying to help him. A young man still so scared of the dark? Of small spaces? I'm meant to be releasing upstanding young men. Not children."

Morris tasted bile in the back of his throat. He could already hear the whispers that would come later. They weren’t meant to know this about Oscar.

"Would you like to come and see him?"

It was more than da ever offered when Oscar was locked in his bedroom at home for days at a time. When Morris was tiny and would whisper outside his room and wait for Oscar to answer, if he would answer. The first few hours were always the worst, Oscar's awful yelling that tore up his throat so bad that he only stopped when he couldn't yell no more. Slamming his hands on the door and begging when he heard footsteps walk past the door only to be ignored by ma or da or Morris on those days he was too scared to find out what da would do to him if he knew he'd been talking to Oscar.

The silence was the worst part.

Oscar going quiet for hours at a time.

At least if he was sobbing, loud and breathless and so bad it sounded like he was choking on each inhale, Morris knew he was alive.

"Yeah. Yeah please."

Snyder's expression didn't shift, and Morris couldn't read it.

"Come along then. Boys, the rest of you, bed."

Morris could still feels the stares as he followed Snyder out of the room as the others scrambled for their beds. he knew the second the door was closed behind them the whispers would start.

Snyder was silent as they walked through the halls of the refuge. It was disconcerting how quiet it was aside from the sound of Snyder's polished shoes on the floor. The hallways long and empty and dark, not bustling with young boys and coughs and sniffles and crying and arguing and fights-

The stairs as they got further down were covered in even thicker layers of dust, and Morris knew it wouldn't be long till he could feel it when he breathed. He would've stopped to let his eyes adjust to the dark if it weren't for the fact that Snyder didn't.

They were almost at solitary and the panic that crept up his throat at the sight of it was unrelenting. And then they walked past it.

A storage closet at the end of the hall.

He could hear Oscar's laboured inhales from here. The door rattling as he slammed against it, so far from everything, so removed.

"Mr Snyder-"

"The best way to overcome our fears, Morris, is to face them. I'm only doing what's best for him.

Then Oscar's voice broke as he yelled out again. He sounded so young, like he had back in the farm.

"Da! Da please- fuck I- I swear I'll stay outta the way just lemme- please-"

Snyder was smiling. Didn't shift his gaze from the door.

"I wasn't expecting him to call for your father, and of course from this I can come to my own conclusions. But I always like having confirmation that I'm right."

Morris sort of. half nodded, knew what Snyder was asking even without the question. He could feel his heart beating in the hollow of his chest.

Christ Oscar sounded so young. He wasn’t meant to sound so young. So scared. It made Morris nervous, the unfamiliarity of it all.

"Da would lock him in," he said, real quiet, like he was telling a secret. And it was, in a way. "Back on the farm. Days sometimes. Just so he was outta the way. Couldn't bother no one."

"A cruel man, your father." Snyder was casual, as if they couldn't hear Oscar. "Did he ever do the same to you?"

"No. No he hit me but they-" his eyes burned. "They didn' want Os. So sometimes they'd just. Put him away."

It was something from childhood Morris remembered and had never questioned much, till now. And the thought made him feel sick.

He ran back the memories again, hazy at best like most on the farm, but there were so many things that just. didn't involve Oscar.

There was one particular memory slowly piecing itself together, like it had been triggered by the sound of Oscar’s fist on the door. Morris had been tiny, Christ not much bigger than four or five, and had sleepily dawdled down the cold hallway of the farm house and crawled in with ma and da in the middle of the night because Oscar was in the next room over and wouldn't stop banging on the wall. morris couldn't sleep. So he'd told da. And da had said he'd get him to stop.

Da had rolled out of bed, dragged a hand down his face and came back five minutes later.

Morris was already curled into ma's side, asleep.

He didn’t even remember complaining about Oscar till now.

His vision darkened a little at the edges.

"Let him out?"

Snyder barely spared him a glance at the question.

"Not until morning. How is he going to overcome anything if I give into his endless yelling."

"Please, he's-"

"Nearly 18 now Morris. God, sometimes I wonder how you boys would survive to adulthood if I weren't around."

"Can I see him?" His voice came out a croak.

And for a moment Snyder hesitated, and Morris thought he might actually say yes.

"Wait here." He said instead and Morris wasn't brave enough to disobey Snyder when he said things like that. He wished he was.

"Oscar?” Snyder called out, just a little louder than usual.

The banging stopped.

Then the begging started.

Morris shouldn't be here to hear it. He knew he shouldn't, every fibre of his body, every bone and muscle was telling him to sprint back up the stairs, back to the safety of the dorm room where he didn't have to hear this. This mockery of his older brother. It made him uncomfortable down to the marrow his bones; it was wrong.

"Da, da I'm sorry- please jus'- lemme out. Please. I'll be good i swear. I swear- please-"

Snyder didn't answer. Morris was watching his back but could picture the expression on his face.

Oscars voice wavered. Uncertain at the lack of response.

"Da? Da are you-"

"I'm here."

Morris pressed a hand to his mouth to stop himself from making a sound. The lump in the back of his throat was painful and the burning in the backs of his eyes was turning into a pounding headache-

"Da, pl-" a sob. "Please. I don'- what'd I-"

"I'm turning the doorknob. Can you feel it turning.”

"Yeah. Fuck. yeah. Please-"

"I'm right here, Oscar."

"M' sorry. An’ I- I been prayin' like you said. An' I ain't- ain't talked to Mo-" he went quiet. Just for a moment. Morris noticed Snyder had let go of the door knob. "Da?

Snyder had turned around, face expressionless, hand on his cane.

"Da! Da please come back!” The door rattled. “Fuck. Da - Mo-"

Snyder was close enough to slap a hand around Morris's face. Fingernails digging into his cheek. A hissed "not a word," as he all but dragged Morris back toward the stairs

As if Morris would've been able to bring himself to do anything even if Snyder wasn't there.

In there, that person in that room, crying and yelling and so scared. That wasn't Os. It couldn't be. So Morris would wait until Snyder brought him back.

Just like he would on the farm when Oscar acted like nothing had happened, and Morris had his big brother come back home.

[willowisapillow]

💗🎵🐻 Tooty Fruity + Some Headcanons 🐻🎵💗

Recently I’ve been listening to the soundtrack of Banjo Kazooie and Tooie, and just kept on getting violent flashbacks to my cringey Banjo Kazooie phase from my elementary school all the way to my early high school days. And that ofc, inspired me to make some fanart.

This was made as a (late) birthday gift for one of my closest friends I know IRL and online, Gavin, AKA, Funtime Floof/FloofToon15. He enjoys Banjo Kazooie and Rare games in general like me, and I suggest you follow him on Twitter and Instagram, he’s a sweet and funny dude. And this was also made as a (again, late) 26th Anniversary to the game itself! Christ almighty, I can’t believe the series is this old already- 🥲

Tooty, my beloved. She was my main choice because she’s one of my favorite characters in the series. She’s so adorable and pure, but in all honesty, she kinda deserved better. I don’t mind Rare riffing on the fact that she straight up dipped after the first game, but she still had potential to appear in the other games after that. I don’t like how things like Nuts n’ Bolts or TV Tropes describe her as a walking plot device, ‘cause to me, she’s way more than just that.

That aside, since her OG design is pretty simple, working on my human design for her was pretty easy. Kept her iconic outfit and pigtails, and just gave her some cute freckles. Felt like going for a Y2K and kidcore vibe/look for the art. The Banjo Kazooie franchise was introduced in the late 90s, and it’s just oozing with whimsical, cartoony, childish, and colorful themes (especially the first game), so I thought the two aesthetics would be perfect to use.

And as the title also says, I’m gonna be giving y’all some headcanons of mine for Tooty that I came up with a while back.

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• My version of Tooty is a mix between Bubbles from Powerpuff Girls, Lilo from Lilo and Stitch, and Cindy Lou Who from the Grinch. She’s cheerful, but also a little eccentric and does some pretty odd stuff, like one time where she made a cursed peanut butter and pickle sandwich combination. She’s also a curious, pure-hearted little sweetheart, but pretty naive.

• Since the Banjo Kazooie Wiki describes her as spunky and mischievous, I’ve always imagined her as being a tomboy with a girly streak. She loves going on adventures, running around and wearing casual clothing, but doesn’t mind wearing dresses for special occasions, loves stuffed animals, and loves the colors pink and purple.

• Rare enjoys leaving the ages of some of their characters ambiguous, so I headcanon Tooty as being around 7-9 years old.

• Sometimes when she’s too scared to sleep in her room by herself (an example would be when there’s thunder and lightning outside), she goes to Banjo’s room and asks if she can sleep in there with him.

• It’s pretty obvious that Tooty loves and looks up to her big bro Banjo. But I imagine that she inherited her spunk and love for adventure from him, and wants to be just like him when she grows up. But she’s also often haunted by self doubt and insecurity, since she feels like she could never live up to the legacy or fame of him. But luckily, being the S-tier brother that he is, Banjo’s there to lift her spirits and assure her that she’s smart, clever, and capable of being just as great as him.

• As a kid, I’ve always wanted to know whatever the hell happened to Banjo and Tooty’s parents, and I managed to come up with a small backstory for them that I might edit/expand on later. The bear brother and sister were born to two loving parents, Piano and Fiddle. They weren’t living in the greatest conditions, but they all still managed to be a happy, stable family. One day, the couple decided to take a small trip away from home, and the two parents entrusted Banjo to look after Tooty while they were gone. Unfortunately, that would be the last time the siblings ever saw their parents again, as the two were killed in a tragic accident. Banjo was only 17 when he found out about the tragic news, so while he was about to reach adulthood soon, he was still pretty young to nurture his then 5 year old little sis all by himself. That didn’t stop him from taking care of her, and basically promoting himself to parenthood. He fed her, potty trained her, taught her the ABCs, took her out to fun places, and basically made an oath to be the best big brother to Tooty, and to protect her at all costs.

• Tooty doesn’t remember much about her parents, because, again, she was 5 years old when they died. So she always goes to Banjo to have him tell whatever type of silly story about them when they were alive.

• Tooty and Kazooie didn’t have much interactions with each other, but I’ve always seen the two as having a, “aloof older sibling and annoying younger sibling”-esque bond. Kazooie doesn’t throw brutal insults at her like she does with the rest of the characters (especially poor Bottles), but she does call her some teasing nicknames here and there. But she’s not heartless, she does have a soft spot for the little scamp. Tooty sees her as a big sister figure, and Kazooie at one point calls Tooty, “the little sister that she never had”.

• I headcanon Tooty has ADHD. Since she is often seen running around, and being pretty hyperactive in general, so that’s where I got it from. I also imagine her being pretty impatient and impulsive. She doesn’t like waiting for long periods of time, sometimes has trouble following instructions, and gets easily distracted by pretty looking objects. Heck, even Banjo himself has often told her how much of a handful she was while trying to take care of her and calls her, “a living, breathing battery”.

• Since she’s seen eating coconuts at the end of the first game, I headcanon that they’re her favorite food, especially coconut milk. I also think that honey would be another type of food she likes (since she’s, y’know- a bear), but she doesn’t love it as much as coconuts.

• Her other best friends outside of the Banjo Kazooie gang are Dixe and Tiny Kong, and Conker. Since they’re all related to Rare, why not do some crossover friendship stuff. Tooty loves hanging out with the Kong sisters, and especially loves hanging out with Conker. Him and Banjo are childhood buddies, but Banjo still doesn’t want Tooty hanging around him because, well… he’s Conker. But Tooty doesn’t care, and just finds him cool.

• Ever since I’ve heard rumors about Rare planning to have a Banjo Kazooie show during the Nuts n’ Bolts era that never came into fruition, I’ve always made up a Banjo Kazooie show myself, which is something I may or may not go into more detail in the future. And my headcanon choice for Tooty’s voice actor would be Britt McKillip, and the main inspiration for her voice is Hannah Marie from Scary Godmother (AKA, one of my favorite Halloween specials ever). Both are pink wearing, timid little sister characters, so I thought it would be fitting.

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[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

I Think I'd Like That

Danny Wagner X Fem Reader

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: Unprotected sex, bondage, m-sub, f-dom, choking, begging, mommy kink, masturbation, oral (m-rec), dacryphilia if you squint,

(yes, there will probably be a part 2 to this)

You flashed a smile to the receptionist at the recording studio as you walked by. In hand you had lunch from your and Danny's favorite sandwich shop. As you approached the door you knew led to the room the guys usually used you could hear shouting. You made it a few more steps before the door swung open and Jake stormed past you. You turned, back against the wall to stay out of his way. Next came Josh who walked out of the door and walked the opposite way down the hall.

You cautiously stepped into the room, Sam was fidgeting with buttons on the recording booth, and Danny was in the actual recording area adjusting something on his drums.

"Hey," You said softly, "Special delivery"

His face softened immediately when he turned and saw you.

"Babe" He sighed as he turned and walked over to you, "I didn't know you were bringing me lunch today," he leaned down and kissed your forehead. You reached up and caressed his face as he did it, and you felt his whole body relax at your touch.

"Had a gut feeling you could use your favorite sandwich today, can't have my favorite drummer getting famished" You grinned. He just huffed a laugh as he led you back into the room Sam was still sitting in. There was a couch with a coffee table in front of it, he sunk into the couch and patted the spot next to him.

"What did you get me?" He asked as he opened the bag,

"Daniel," You smirked, "Is that even a question?"

That adorable, crooked smile made an appearance.

"My favorite" He said as he opened it, sighing again. He had a unknowing habit of sighing a lot when he was stressed. You were certain he wasn't even aware he did it.

"Long day?" you whispered, sitting cross legged and getting your sandwich unwrapped as well. He looked to you, then to the back of Sam's head, then back to you with a nod of his head and roll of his eyes. You knew that was the only answer you'd get here. You gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze, and then kissed his cheek.

You both finished your lunch, and were chatting on the couch. You were getting up to leave,

"You staying at my place tonight-" You were cut off with the commotion of the twins bickering as they walked back into the studio.

"Oh christ, Josh, You're being too picky!" Jake shouted,

"No, it needs to sound a certain way! It's not right yet!" Josh argued,

"I think both of you are wrong," Sam chimed in, just to stir the pot.

"I am not wrong! Jake is just being fucking lazy!" Josh snapped, motioning to Jake.

They continued arguing and you looked to Danny, who had his eyes closed as he rubbed his temples. He opened his eyes, forcing a smile.

"Would all 3 of you just shut it for five seconds" He said, voice commanding the room, a firm but calm tone. They all looked at him, defiant looks on their faces, but they obliged. Facing you again he took your hand and led you out to the hallway, "At this rate I don't know when I'll get home. Don't wait up too late, ok?" It made you heart swell that he called it home. You two didn't technically live together yet, but he spent most of his time there.

"Alright, try not to work too hard?" You said as you stood on your tip toes and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"No promises" He mumbled as he turned and walked back into the studio.

You walked out to your car, Danny weighing on your mind. He was so stressed, you knew he loved his brothers, but you also knew he got tired of playing mediator and babysitter sometimes. He'd never admit it, but you knew. You thought about ways you could cheer him up. You could cook him his favorite dinner, but chances are it would be cold by the time he got home. You could take him out on a date, but you knew most nights he was so tired he'd rather stay home.

You considered your options, trying to think of all his favorite things. You smiled to yourself as you heard him in your head saying, 'You're my favorite thing y/n'. Then as if a light flipped on in your head, you decided to get a new lingerie set to surprise him with. You started your car and headed for your favorite sex shop. This particular shop sold all the run of the mill stuff, but also had a lingerie section.

You walked past the toy section and to the back of the store where they kept the lingerie. You spotted your normal go to styles: lacy, feminine, sheer, 'girly' soft colors. These were your go to, and Danny never had any complaints. You didn't really see anything that stuck out to you as you browsed. The sales woman must have noticed,

"Let me go pull something from the back for you," She said as she passed by. You gave her an appreciative smile and looked at your phone as you waited. You heard her approaching again and looked up, "I don't know if this is your style, but I thought I'd try" She shrugged with a grin.

In her hands she held a hanger that had no real material. It was a body harness made of leather with silver details and rings. You took the hanger from her as you studied it. It was nothing you had worn before,

"How-do people just wear this by itself?" You asked the woman

"You can, or you can pair it with a matching set under for some more coverage if you want?" You nodded as she spoke,

"I think I'll hold on to it" You said hesitantly,

"Alright," She huffed a laugh, "Let me know if you need anything else"

As she walked away you inspected it over again. Thinking about how it reminded you of something a dominatrix would wear. You started to wonder if Danny would be into that...

You thought about how it might be something he'd like, being able to give up control for once. It was not somewhere you and him had ventured before. He was usually the dominant one in the bedroom, you weren't sure how he'd react if the roles reversed. You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought about the possibilities. It excited you more than you anticipated. You decided this part was something you wanted to play...that was if Danny was also down. You looked around the store, eyes landing on a black lacy lingerie set. It was fairly simple, which was fine since you planned to wear the harness over it. You felt color rise in your cheeks as you realized the panties were crotchless. You grabbed it from the rack and started making your way to the front of the store.

You had a pep in your step but stopped in your tracks as something caught your eye. You let your eyes travel the wall that was full of hooks holding different styles of cuffs. 'Might as well really go for it right?' you thought. You picked up a few different ones, weighing the options, wanting to pick some that were secure but also had no risk of potentially hurting his hands or wrists. You ended up landing on a pair that was a thick cuff made of leather, and had a buckle type closure. They were pricey, but you knew it was worth it. You finished making you way to the checkout counter and placed all your items on it.

You got home and counted yourself lucky that you had a while before Danny got home. You felt like you wanted to be a little more informed on being more dominant, that and get more ideas. You spent the next few hours completely absorbed in 'research'. Most of the sources said that fully committing to the role was important. Many things that you read, written by women said that they had particular outfits they wore when being the dominant one. They'd pick outfits that made their confidence skyrocket. You looked over to the bag sitting next to you. You hoped it made you feel as confident you thought it would. You continued your scrolling, reading things about safe words, checking in, and things like that, things you already knew because Daniel did them for you.

You went about the rest of your day, little chores around the house. Trying to stay busy and occupy your time until Danny would be over. You heard your phone go off and looked at the screen to see a text from him,

My Love- Josh said we will be done in 30 minutes, so I'll be home in an hour. -Ok, I have a surprise for you when you get here. Do me a favor and keep your eyes closed when you get here? My Love- Should I be scared? lol I will try and remember to close my eyes. -Perfect, I love you, see you soon xoxo

You felt giddy as you hurried off to your bathroom to get ready. You decided to really go all out. You showered and did all of your pre-sex shower routine. When you got out you did a dark smokey eye, a deep red lip, and a slicked back high ponytail. You looked so different from your everyday self, which consisted of a light neutral shadow look and maybe a natural lip. You already felt more confident, like a different version of yourself.

You opened the shopping bag, pulling out your purchases. You put on the lingerie, and then struggled with the harness for a moment before getting it on. You mentally thanked the nice sales woman who had informed you it was in fact 2 pieces, one that was for your upper body, and one that was similar to a garter belt. She had shown you the basics of how to get it on. You adjusted all the buckles and got it where it was comfortable. You took a deep breath and then turned to look at yourself in the mirror.

You weren't sure who was staring back at you, but she was a bad bitch. You felt your confidence climb higher and higher the longer you admired your reflection. You couldn't wait to see Danny's reaction, although if things went how you planned, you'd have to wait a little longer.

You looked at the clock, he would be home soon. You took the cuffs and put them on the bed. You grabbed one of your silk scarves you'd tie in your hair sometimes. You turned on some music and waited by the door.

A few minutes later you heard keys outside the door. You grabbed the doorknob once he unlocked it.

"Are your eyes closed?" You asked playfully,

"Oh, right" He laughed, "Yes they are closed"

You felt your heart start to race. Taking a deep breath you reminded yourself, commit to it.

"Ok, keep them closed"

"Ok, let me in" He giggled again, jiggling the doorknob.

You let him into the apartment, immediately securing the blindfold on him.

"What are you up-" His words stopped as he reached out and touched your waist. His hands traveled over your bare skin, the corners of his mouth twitching up. His hands roamed further and came in contact with the leather. His smile turned into his lips slightly parting as his hands felt the material. "Is-is this new?"

"It is," You said, no hope in hiding the smirk in your voice.

"I don't know what you're up to, but I'm into it" He said, his voice already dropping into that lower register. The way it sounded when he was turned on. You walked him backwards to where he was pinned against the door.

"Are you?" You paused as you reached between the two of you, palming him through his jeans. He groaned, hands sliding around to your back and down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. "I just thought maybe you'd like to not think for once. Have someone else telling you what to do" You pressed a kiss to his jaw, "How does that sound?"

You could feel him growing harder inside his jeans, his head now tipped back and resting against the door. His lips parted, his adams apple bobbing as he answered

"I think I'd like that" he said. He was already so breathy, rutting his hips into your hand. It was intoxicating, seeing how vulnerable he was already being for you. You tilted his face to yours, kissing him deeply. His hands caressed your face, his tongue pressing into your mouth. As he held your face you reached down, unbuttoning his pants and reaching your hand inside. You wrapped your hand around his length firmly. He moaned into your mouth as you freed him from his jeans and stroked him slowly,

"Yeah? You gonna be a good boy for me?" You whispered against his lips. You held your breath as you waited for his answer,

"Yes," His answer shuddered out of him, his cock twitching in your hand. You let his pants fall to the ground and took his shirt off for him as well. His curious hands were roaming your body,

"Oh, you liked that didn't you?" you teased as you kissed at his collar bones. "You like it when I call you a good boy?"

Even with the blindfold on you could see his cheeks blush as he nodded, "What do you want me to call you?"

"What do you want to call me?"

"I-" He started and then stopped himself, "Don't know"

That was a lie, but you'd let him wait till he was ready to disclose his choice.

"Well, thats ok" you replied, "You can think on it"

He nodded shyly, "I wanna see you,"

"You have to wait a little bit longer, patience baby" You took his hand and led him to the bedroom. You got in there and guided him to the bed, having him lay back on it. Crawling up his body you straddled his waist. His hands ran up and down your thighs, a little shaky. "Are you nervous?"

"Not in a bad way," He said through a small grin, "I trust you"

"Glad to hear it" You leaned forward and grabbed the handcuffs, the small length of chain between them rattling. Still blindfolded Danny turned his head towards the sound, "Whats your safeword?"

His attention turned back to you, his grip on your hips getting tighter as he rocked you against him, "You think I'll need it?"

"Safeword, Daniel." you said sternly,

"Drumstick" He huffed out in a laugh. You scooted up his body a bit, taking his hands above his head. As you secured them to the headboard he started to squirm slightly beneath you.

"So restless," You teased as you scooted back down to straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him, "You want this off?" You ran your finger over the blindfold.

"God yes," he nodded eagerly. You took it off and watched as he blinked, letting his eyes adjust. When they focused on you they went wide, mouth dropping open. He instinctively tried to touch you, pulling against the cuffs. "Fuck" He laughed, realizing his predicament.

"You like it?" your hands rubbed up and down his chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples. He lifted his head as much as he could to take in the whole outfit, eyes fixing on the crotchless panties.

"You look so sexy, please let me touch you" he groaned

"I think I'll have my fun first" You climbed off of him, kneeling next to him on the bed. "You're just too pretty, all laid out and at my mercy" Goosebumps covered his skin as you danced your fingers down his side and to his thigh, "Maybe if you're good I'll take them off"

You started placing kisses on his stomach, gently brushing your fingers through his happy trail. "I'll be so good for you" He rasped, lifting his hips into the air, wanting desperately for you to touch his cock. You knew as desperate as he was for you to touch him, he was even more desperate to touch you. You decided that the latter would be what you preyed on.

"I know you will baby" You cooed, kisses getting closer and closer to his length. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to make it easy for you,"

You straddled his body once again, but now facing his feet. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as you took him into your hand, pumping him slowly. He was already so hard, telling you how much he was really enjoying this.

"You're so wet" He said softly, and you weren't sure if he was talking to himself or you. He was right, you could feel your slick against his stomach,

You looked over your shoulder, arching your back and pressing your hips back, your dripping core just out of his reach as he lifted his head to try and taste you. He let out a frustrated sigh as he let his head fall back against the pillow,

"Am I?" You reached your hand under yourself, running your fingers through your wetness, inches from his face. "Mmm I am, aren't I...." You let out a quiet moan as you slipped your fingers into yourself. Quiet curses passed Danny's lips. You couldn't see him but were more than confident he was watching intently as you worked your fingers in and out. You leaned forward, wrapping your hand around the base of his length. You knew you had small hands, but the fact that your fingertips didn't meet when you held him always made your clit throb.

You kitten licked the precum from his tip, and he bucked his hips into the air, or tried to.

"Please," He whined, his voice already sounding strained.

"Please what?" You licked up the side of his shaft, grinning to yourself as he shifted under you, "Use your words,"

You were determined to get him to unravel at your hand. You wanted him to be reduced to a mess. You wanted to hear him say the filthy things he wanted, wanted him to beg for them.

"Your mouth"

You licked a stripe up the other side of his shaft, "What about it?"

"It feels so good," he gasped as you swirled your tongue over his tip, the noise of the handcuffs rattling telling you he was tugging at them again, "Please" he whimpered. You thought it might be the prettiest sound you'd ever heard. You took him into your mouth, sinking down till he was nudging the back of your throat.

He let out a noise of relief, followed by a pained sound as you took your mouth off him with a pop. He writhed under you, the movement only shifting you around on your fingers and coaxing a moan from yourself.

"Fuck, mommy please, please suck my cock" He rushed out. Suddenly his body stilled. You registered pretty quickly that he had no idea that the name had sent a second wave of wetness to your heat, and that he was probably nervous you didn't like it, "I-"

"Shh, calm down baby, mommy is going to take care of you" You soothed, feeling his body go into motion again, the smallest of sighs telling you your reassurance had worked. You gave in, taking him into your mouth, bobbing your head as your continued to work yourself with your fingers. Using your hand to stroke in rhythm with your mouth you pulled the prettiest noises from the man underneath you.

You were bringing yourself closer to the edge with each rock of your hips and curl of your fingers, moaning around him as you bobbed your head.

"I can see you clenching around your fingers, you need more" He choked out, clearly trying to hold off his own end. The way he was twitching and throbbing against your tongue telling you he had been close, "Use me, I'm so hard for you, cum on my cock"

You removed your mouth from him, and your fingers from yourself. You carefully maneuvered to straddle his crotch, facing his head. You held your fingers up, spreading them apart, your arousal a thin shimmering web between them. His eyes fixed on them, you showed him mercy and offered them to his mouth. He welcomed them without hesitation, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the taste of you.

"That sounds a little self-serving, don't you think Daniel?" You said in a condescending tone. His eyes flashed to you, desperation flickering in them as he shook his head, mouth still wrapped around your fingers. "No?" you asked, tilting your head

"No," He mumbled around your digits, not ready to give them up. "I won't even cum, just want you to cum, want to be good for you"

A pleased hum was your response as you laid his hard dick against his belly. It was still slick with your spit as you used your free hand to spread yourself and lowered down to the underside his shaft. You began rolling your hips, rubbing your clit up and down his length.

"Wha-what are you doing?" He murmured

"Gonna make myself cum on your cock baby, just like you asked" Your cheshire cat grin had him quickly realizing his mistake.

"Thats not-" he started, eyes going wide as your hand went from his mouth to harshly grabbing his jaw, squeezing to where his lips were pursed.

"Hush." you commanded, leaning forward to where your noses were almost touching, "You want to be a good boy? Then you sit there and take it while I use your cock how I please." a tiny pathetic noise came out of him, and in a moment of weakness you licked into his mouth, releasing his jaw as he kissed you hungrily. You braced yourself with one hand on the headboard and one on his chest as you grinded against him. The way his tongue danced with yours, and the sounds rumbling from his chest had you spiraling,

Breaking for air you let your forehead fall to his, a moan shaking out of you as your orgasm approached rapidly,

"Keep going, soak me" He rasped against your lips, his voice breaking, "It's yours, my cock is yours mommy"

As soon as those words graced your ears your orgasm crashed into you like a freight train. You worked yourself through it, legs shaking as you let it take over you. Danny took your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it with a growl as he felt the warmth trickling down his sides.

Catching your breath you sat up, still slowly rolling your hips over him.

“I know I said I wouldn’t cum, but I need it” his words catching in his throat as you focused your movements to his tip, “I- shit-it’s too much, please fuck me”

“I’m not convinced you want it bad enough yet” you raked your fingers through his sweaty curls,

“I don’t want it, I fucking need it” he pleaded, “Need you, need that warm and wet cunt wrapped around me, I need it-fuck I need it” he sounds as if he’d break down into tears if you denied him, he continued to beg, almost incoherently, only stopping when you abruptly sank down onto his length,

A whimpering cry came out of him as you wasted no time, immediately bouncing on his cock, balancing your hands on his chest,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" He sobbed out as he thrashed his head against the pillow. There were no tears, but he was definitely a wreck.

Your hand went to his neck and his thrashing stopped with a gasp. You quickly removed your hand, worried you had made him uncomfortable,

"Do it again," He spoke through ragged breaths, "I liked it, put it back, tighter"

You hesitantly put your hand around his throat, riding him faster. His face was flushed, his bottom lip pink and swollen from him biting it over and over.

"Tighter, please mo-" his words cut off, eyes rolling back as you tightened your grip,

"Thats it, so, so, good for me" You praise, "Now cum for me, fill me up baby"

He opened his mouth like he was going to speak, but all that came out was a strangled moan as he fell apart. You could've cum again just watching him. The way his lower stomach quivered, the way the muscles in his neck tensed as he clenched his jaw, the small grunts that worked their way out of him and filled the room.

You rode him through it, slowing down when you knew he was coming down. When you felt his cock stop twitching you gently lifted off his length. staying in your spot straddling his hips you leaned down, loosing your grip on his neck and peppering his jaw with kisses as he caught his breath. The rise and fall of his chest slowed,

"Holy-" He said with a small laugh,

"Yeah?" You sat up a little, nudging his nose with yours

"Yeah" He replied as his lips turned up into a smile,

"Choking kink huh?" You teased as you sat up, eyeing him with a quirked brow. He blushed,

"Mommy kink huh?" He jested back, causing you to blush along with him.

"Thats both of us I think" you said, raking your fingers down his sides and causing him to squirm

"Alright, alright" He bubbled with laughter, nearly knocking you off of him as he moved, "You've had your fun, let me go"

You showed him mercy and stopped tickling him, but decided to fuck with him just a little more. You raised off of him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and climbing off the bed. He watched you, a confused look taking over his features. You struggled to hide your smile as you made your way to the door,

"Y/n" He said, lifting his head, "What are you doing,"

"I think I'm gonna leave you there a little longer," You shrugged, losing your composure and grinning as he playfully furrowed his brows and smirked at you

"Y/n....come take these off or you'll regret it" He warned with a smile,

"Hmmm.." You pretended to consider, "Nope."

You turned on your heels and started to leave the room. You stopped in your tracks when you heard a loud pop. You quickly looked back into the room. Danny was sitting up in the bed, looking at the leather cuffs that now both had broken links of chain.

"Did you-" You started,

That wicked smile you loved formed on his face as he sprang into motion, making a beeline for you,

A shriek of laughter thrilled out of you as you turned and took off running down the hallway. It wasn't long before you felt him wrap his strong arms around you, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck as he laughed.

"Those were expensive!" You said as he held you

"I'll pay you back" He mumbled as he nipped at your neck, "In more ways than one" He added, scooping you up and carrying you back to the bedroom.

[latibvles]

hi poet!! can i request "fireworks" for june? :) so excited to see what you come up with!

##19 — fireworks

that one video of gumbull crying montage but it's me talking about June Cielinski. I'm on a DeMarco kick. Here's more of them. Please support me in these trying times. send me a prompt for the bomber girls!

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The sound of the air raid siren is unwelcome — chills her straight to the bone actually. That long droning — only broken up by Viv clapping her shoulder twice, shaking her until she moaned in sleep-induced protest: up and at ‘em, June. We’ve gotta get to the shelters.

It was dark out, but there’s movement all around her. June doesn’t have a hard time keeping up with hers. Ahead of her Inez is pressing a hand into Harrie’s back, urging her forward as she marvels at the light show. Behind her, she can hear similar shouts of people telling each other to move and hit the shelters. It’s all too much noise for the middle of the night — she figures her own grogginess is what makes the whole thing feel less like an emergency at the moment and more like an inconvenience. A neighbor being too loud through the walls on a schoolnight. She tries to justify it, internally, with the fact that the explosions are far enough off that they wouldn’t hit Thorpe Abbotts.

Hopefully.

It only takes her bare feet hitting the duckboards for her to decide she hates this: hates it more than trudging through the wet grass to get over here, more than being up at this hour. This waiting, sitting and watching Norwich go up into flames. The word cowardly crosses her mind, briefly, as the ground shakes beneath her. Only a coward bombs at night. You can’t even aim right. She can feel the irritation she’d garnered at being woken up transmutate into what always felt, to her, to be a more righteous anger of sorts. The thing that made her want to jump in a Fort and drop bombs.

Her hands curled into tightly wound fists — she shuts her eyes, unable to watch for too long.

The sound reminds her, vaguely, of the Fourth of July. The silence of the trench feels a little louder as they all watch in some twisted sense of wonder and anxiety. If she lets her mind wander beyond here, she’s six years old again, sandwiched between her two brothers on the porch, watching colorful explosions light up the sky, stretching up and past the buildings that seemed to poke at the stars. Piotr would be covering her ears. She hated the sound as a kid.

Come to think of it, June could also fall asleep standing, which is a little embarrassing, so she opens her eyes again to keep from wobbling.

In time with her opening her eyes, she hears a high pitched whine, feels a wet nose pressing her lower thigh and her stomach drops as she looks down. Meatball has elected to take a seat right by her, looking at her with ears pinned back. He goes back to licking her knee in an almost frantic way, whining as the ground shakes beneath them.

“Jesus Christ, Meatball,” June crouches down, reaching to pet at his head, brows furrowed as she looks this way and that for his owner. “We’ve really gotta stop meeting like this, buddy.”

No doubt, Benny was probably losing his mind right about now. She has half a mind to go looking for him with the dog in tow when she hears the repetitive excuse me’s and sorry’s accompanied by mildly irritated groans of his name as Meatball’s rightful owner weaves through the other people in the shelter. By the time Benny is upon them, she’s already deduced where he’d be coming from. They lock eyes the moment he spots them.

“He didn’t crush your spleen this time, did he?” He offers, half a joke and half a worry that he’d caught her offguard.

“No, but I had to stage an intervention so he wouldn’t lick my leg raw,” she continues to scratch at Meatball’s head as Benny approaches, standing just behind her as she straightens out. “I don’t think he likes the noise.” Benny looks down at his friend with a frown, reaches to give him scratches of his own that have Meatball leaning into both of their hands, seeking the comfort of it.

“Me neither buddy,” Benny agrees. June turns around at that point, but she’s hyper-aware of his position adjacent to her. Even if she wasn’t, Meatball is still insistent on pressing against her thigh. It’s not like they’re really supposed to be running up and down the trench anyway.

Silence again — the silence of the trench somehow louder than the sirens, but also some sort of tentative quiet shared between them that makes June’s stomach turn a bit. Rarely did she ever get nervous, but the proximity had her palms sweaty. Rarely, did she ever have a need to talk, to say something just to hear a response.

This time, inexplicably, she did.

“Sounds like fireworks.” June says, offhandedly. Benny scoffs, something light and disbelieving behind her, the ground shaking beneath them in an attempt to disprove her opinion.

“Y’think?”

“Shut your eyes. Sounds almost exactly the same.” She challenges with a small shrug.

Benny lets out a small sigh and an “if you say so”— she turns and watches as his eyes flutter shut, a puff of breath escaping his lips as he does so. June could look away after that, but she doesn’t. She can’t help but stare at him right about now. Dark lashes, dark brows, strong jaw — she thinks she might need to get her head checked. He’s… handsome, lit up by flashes. There’s gotta be something seriously wrong with her, for that to be the first thing that crosses her mind.

It’s when his lips start curling into that smile of his that June forces herself to look away, feeling that she’s somehow intruding on him now. Of course, Benny has smiled at her a million times and it always managed to put her on the right side of annoyed. Not this time though.

Maybe that’s why it feels like an intrusion. Maybe he’s the one intruding.

“Alright. You win. Can I open my eyes now?” He only sounds mildly inconvenienced. June bristles, folds her arms over her chest, and tries to find something else to fix her stare on that isn’t the bombs.

“Do what you want, I’m not your boss,” And Benny snorts at her quick remark. And she’s thankful for the dark, for the fact that it’ll adequately hide her now, flushed cheeks.

[d3lta-200x]

Hello!

Can i request the Shelby Brothers with a male reader that is like a grandma, like a sweet old lady, that bakes and cooks and knits sweaters adn just takes care of them, but if he finds out someone hurt his babies, he is a wild animal, will absolutely destroy them.

And like a grandma has a lot of pets, doesn't matter which kinda just a lot, maybe a strange type of animal

Shelby Brothers + Michael with a male reader that is like a grandma and has wierd pets but becomes hostile when his S/O is hurt.

TW: cannon typical violence and language :D

MALE GENDER SPECIFIED

B/T = body type

F/C = favourite colour

H/C = hair colour

A/N: of course you can request this, I have enjoyed writing this it was very fun I hope you enjoy reading it just as much. My requests are open.

I Picked pigeon as the animal because they are too cute.

*Thomas Shelby*

You were making some sandwiches and tea. You pigeons Greg and Sam were rubbing against your hand wanting to be fed a bit off the bread, when you heard the door slam. You knew it was Tommy.

Y/N -' I made us some sandwiches and I am just finishing up making the cuppa.'

You turn around to see Tommy's face and clothes covered in blood, he had cuts all over his face and som scattered on his neck.

Y/N -' Tommy are you ok? What happened? Let me get something to clean you up.'

After you patched him up

Y/N -' now tell me who did this to you.'

T/S -' I am fine I have sorted it you don't have to worry about it we just had a difference of opinion.'

Y/N -' you call having a bashed up bloody face a difference in opinion?!'

T/S -' .... * Sigh *, *insert random group name*'

...

Now you are the one returning home covered in blood but with only one or two little scratches.

Your pigeons were calling you into the main room. There sat Tommy in the chair reading. He looked up at you.

T.S -' Jesus Christ what happened to you, you are covered in blood.'

-' don't tell me you actually went after them.'

Y/N -' I couldn't just stand there and watch it happened dear.'

*Arthur Shelby*

Knowing Arthur at this time of night he was probably on the way back from the Garrison in a huff because some stranger was being annoying and complaining about there life.

You heard a bash against the wall the pigeons started flying around and cooing.

You walked to the door and saw Arthur slumped over on the wall with what looks like blood porring from his face

Y/N -' Arthur are you ok, dearest you hear me?'

You tilted his head up to look at you he was half blacked out. You carried him to a seat in the front room and grabbed your med kit and started patching him up.

Y/N -' what happened ?'

A/S -' There was an argument at the bar, I tried to de escalate it but then they dragged in the fact I am a Shelby and., and all I do is fight and cause trouble.'

Y/N -' I know you better then anyone and I know that that's not true.'

A/S -' I know but things escalated even more and they started smacking and punching each other so I had to try and break them up my self.'

Y/N -' do you know them, the ones that started it? I simply just want to have a word with them.'

A/S -' couple of new people who came in I should have known they were truble when they walked in. *Enter discription of 2 people*'

Y/N -' ok you sit tight give my pigeons a bit of company, I will be back in a bit don't worry or stress over anything.'

You went to go have a word with the people who caused it lucky you knew were they lived.

You just had a little word with them

Nothing more nothing less.

Y/N -' Arthur dear I am home you in the front?'

He is in his reading chair slumped over asleep with the pigeons in his arms. You knew it was best to leave him asleep, although you did fix his position so he was comfortable.

*John Shelby*

You were out on a stroll with John holding eachothers hand, because John doesn't care, when a bloke passed by muttering about the two of you

Man -' fook'n slags'

You turned your head to see a man in his 60's with a srumpled up face

Y/N -'what did you say about my boyfriend, do you wanna repeat it mate cause I am all ears.'

Man -' you know what I will you are both slags and gays look at you rott in hell.'

J/S -' do you not know who I am? Do you really wanna fight me that much?'

-' I am a Peaky Blinder, John Shelby, a man you really should not mess with bold of you to say such things'

The man didn't seem fazed at all, so you decide to step in

Y/N -'how dare you say such a thing about me and my boyfriend, have you no dignity?'

The man just stood there and scoffed. You raised your hands ready to fight. John seemed shocked and tried to stop you and calm you down so it doesn't escalate and so you don't cause a fight.

The man did however seem shocked.

J/S -' calm down he's not worth the fight, let's just finish the walk get back home and I will make us a brew, yeah, how does that sound?'

You noded your head in agreement and turned back around and continued the stroll.

*Michael gray*

You and Michael were getting drunk at the garrison laughing and giggling at each other. You were practically on top of each other. His words were sluring and to be honest you couldn't understand what he was saying but dam did he look nice.

I mean he looks nice normally but the alcohol seams to enhance the effects of attraction he had on you.

M/G -' you look so handsome I wanna kiss you baby.'

Y/N -' do you have the guts to kiss me where we are right now, we are not at home dear we are at the garrison, think you can wait till we get back?'

And he did, sort of you got to Polly's doorstep, he couldn't resist any longer than that. It was almost a craving for you and your lips.

He kissed you under that doorstep.

But Polly opened the door on the two of you, you both turned.

P/G -' why on earth are you on my doorstep snogging eachother, get inside will you our family has a bad enough name as it is.'

Polly dragged Michael inside then you and locked the door behind her. Michael then went straight up stairs and you followed close behind.

You both ended pasted out next to eachother.

[fuck-customers]

Shoutout to this absolutely braindead interaction I had at work last night 🤪

I go on break and during that time coworker gets an order for a pizza, but customer refused to take a pager and apparently just said 'ill be back in a bit'

I finish break, see pizza which has been sitting for at least 30 mins at this point, enquire and get told above story. Okay cool beans, guess they can just get cold takeaway or something?? Idfk

Customer never ends up coming back. I keep food in fridge up until close, then chuck it assuming they forgot. Keep receipt for manager incase they need to do a refund tomorrow bc thoughtful employee

2 hours later at 3am 30 minutes after close, I hear a knock on order window and go check

Me: Hi sorry we're closed

Cus: I ordered food, the pizza

Me: I'm sorry... The pizza from... 2 hours ago?

Cus: ye, I told the other guy I'd be back

Me: so... did you give him an exact time?

Cus: No. Just when I was finished.

Me: Okay well I threw it out, because, you know, you ordered it 2 hours ago and never came back.

Cus: So you can just remake it?

Me: no, we're closed. My equipment is off and pulled apart. It'd take at least another 30 mins just to put together and heat up again, ergo I can't remake it. I can give you a refund?

Cus: But I paid for the pizza

Me: Yeah I know. If you had've let my coworker know I could've made it before close for now, but I can't do much beside give you a refund now.

Cus: I'm hungry tho

Me: Well I mean the only thing I have on hand is sandwich bread rn sooo

Cus: Okay, toasted?

Me: No. Again, my equipment is off and pulled apart/soaking

Cus: Well this is inconvenient. What's the point in working in customer service if you're not going to serve the customer?

My dude, my guy, my brother in Christ. You order a pizza 2 hours beforehand. Don't specify when you'll be back, then show up half an hour after close and want me to mess the place up again cause wittle baby is hungwy? 🙂

We ended up in a stalemate with me refusing to inconvenience myself cause customer was a jackass until they finally just opted for a refund. But maybe next time just don't be a total d-bag and if you want something made for 2 hours from that time maybe, idk, FUCKING ASK FOR IT TO BE MADE IN 2 HOURS TIME

[that-gay-jedi]

I'm sure this has been done before but:

[Image description: the Subway sandwich "my brother in Christ" meme. Its text reads, "Dr. Frankenstein be like 'I can't stand to look at my Creature!' My brother in Christ you made the Creature"

[uncontrolledfission]

I love doing the easiest past paper in preparation for my maths A Level only to see i’ve made incredibly stupid mistakes on all of the big questions, costing me 22 marks 😈😈🙏🏼🙏🏼 my brother in Christ this is not what you want in your sandwich

[princess-of-the-corner]

This isn't really about anything, but where did My mother fucken Arceus come from...

I go 'Oh My Gods' Or 'I swears to Gods' thanks to the Pjo series *shrugs*

So it's an evolving meme? Of sorts?

The original was one going around regarding subway sandwiches of the idea of just. "my subway sandwich sucks" my brother in christ you made the sandwich!!'(as subway is a place where you choose what goes on the sandwich).

That in itself got memed of like. Self-fulfilling prophecy type of situations or the lack of awareness of hypocrisy or the situation of their own making.

Then it got to a bit of the gender-neutral with it going from 'brother' to trying to find a word that fit and Motherfucker ended up being better than just 'person' (though motherperson gets a fair vote).

Then it was just kinda. I think the Arceus bit was a joke on not saying God or something? Wait actually I think that originated when I was actually talking on some pokemon stuff and used it in-universe.

And now it's just kinda? Rolled into a saying.

[sunset-a-story]

Happy Blorbo Blursday yourself! Please, please tell me why everyone wants to drag Reeve? I love it, but I'm curious!

LMAO. Thank you so much for this, love. I'm going to include an excerpt but let me try to explain too.

The problem is everything about Reeve should traditionally make him one of those smooth, cool characters.

He's a high-level telepath

He's smart

He's a trained killer

He's had some spy training

He's queer

He's mad attractive

He's a leader

He has a classic car

He cares about his appearance

AND YET HE WILL NOT ALLOW IT.

He's a dweeb. Full stop.

Reeve was that teacher's pet. If he worked in an office, he'd probably tattle on people taking long lunches and never, ever bring stationary home with him--but he's the team leader of what is essentially a small hit squad so that makes it worse. His aloofness could be sexy but instead, he leans into pathetic-yet-pretentious. I mean, we love him to death for it but he's so easy to make fun of.

Here's an excerpt from Arc 1 (Gareth's POV) where they get after him about it:

--

Alex whistled, startling them both out of their exchange. “You’re looking spiffy.”

Reeve’s shirt and slacks, because the man actually wore slacks, were pressed with neat creases and he’d put some extra effort into his hair. 

“He’s got a hot date with Julie,” Hannah teased, coming in from the living room, her hand extended to Reeve for him to take his phone.

“It’s coffee.”

“Who’s she again?” Gareth asked, passing a plate with a sandwich to Alex.

“She works at the corner store in town on Second Street,” Reeve said in a monotone. 

“You know, the one we go to all the time? Brunette, little nose,” Hannah added as she plopped into the seat across from Alex. 

“Oh, yeah.” Gareth leaned his back against the counter and took a bite of his own sandwich. “What the hell do you have in common with her?”

Reeve slipped his phone into his pocket and cocked his head. “Not sure if I should take relationship advice from someone who needs to check what county he’s in when going to meet a date.”

Alex turned to Gareth and quipped, “It’s really cute that he thinks you’re concerned about whether or not the sex worker is licensed.”

Gareth nearly choked. Psychometrists, telepaths, empaths, the fucking lot of them. But he was relieved to see some life returning to the kid, even if it was mostly bravado to cover up nerves.

“Alex,” Reeve started, but was cut off.

“Who does she think I am?” Alex asked. Explaining the strange set of roommates with no discernible jobs was part of why Gareth found it easier not to deal with the whole dating scene.

Hannah smirked. “My half-brother.” Alex rolled his eyes at her, but she gave Reeve a kind look. “I think it’s nice. She’s pretty.”

“She’s not that cute,” Alex muttered.

Reeve crossed his arms. “Yes, well, you’re the only person in this house not at least a little attracted to women, so I hope you won't mind too much if I ignore your opinion.”

Gareth watched Hannah’s eyebrows attempt to make an escape off the top of her head as she dropped her jaw and looked at him. Gareth wrinkled his nose at her in response. This wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Je-sus-Christ,” Alex snapped. “Touchy much?” He looked annoyed, but any fear or vulnerability he’d shown earlier by the shooting range was nowhere to be found. 

Reeve closed his eyes. “I’m sorry. I can get reactive when people are purposefully embarrassing me.” 

Which was an extremely Reeve thing to say. 

Alex processed that for a moment. “Oh my god, you’re such a robotic nerd.”

Reeve gave an unamused frown.

Gareth shook his head then smiled pointedly at Alex. “You’ll learn to ignore Reeve. He’s just got a nasty case of T.L.S.” 

Reeve’s head snapped back. “Where the hell did you hear about that?” 

Hannah put her fist over her mouth as she choked on a laugh. “That was me.”

Reeve made a face. “You grew up in a Mars foster, why the hell did that ever--”

“Hey,” Alex interrupted, his face flushed. “What the fuck is T.L.S.?” 

Gareth did his best to keep from laughing long enough to speak. “I’m sorry, I was just trying to lighten the mood.”

“It stands for Team Leader Syndrome,” Hannah explained.

Alex’s brow furrowed. “So it’s the big head you get from being in charge?”

“That’s not accurate,” Reeve replied from between his teeth. 

“Sounds right to me,” Gareth shrugged.

Reeve let out one of his long-suffering sighs. “It’s a set of personality traits that result in being tapped to lead.” 

“Like what?”

“Like being organized, detail-oriented, decisive…”

Hannah continued counting off on her fingers, “Practical to the point of ignoring social graces, a buzzkill, a know-it-all…”

“Sounding like a robotic nerd?” Gareth added.

“Okay, okay.” Reeve glared at him. “He gets the idea.” He turned to Alex. “I apologize.”

“It’s cool,” Alex said, all straight faced. “You can’t help it. It’s part of your condition and I’d be a real ass holding that against you.”

Hannah and Gareth lost it.

“Are you happy now?” Reeve asked Gareth.

He nodded, trying to rein in his chuckling, and failed.  

--

[For the record, as a telepath Reeve has the advantage and disadvantage of knowing what people really think about him. So he gets the "omg Reeve why have you never heard of fun???" thoughts but also knows how much they care about him so their dragging doesn't bother him.]

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[wyrmguardsecrets]

Calling your drama doc any kind of 'festo' is high key weird my guy. It's giving right wing nut job.

But in the drama itself... Your dude made a gross comment, trolling or not, that he shouldn't have made. And instead of apologizing, yall doubled down. Instead of recognizing yall made someone uncomfortable, you doubled down.

My brother in christ you made the sandwich.

This isn't to say the other people are not in the wrong because I don't fuck with nazis or their sympathizers(which is funny because your dudes got a history but w/e) but literally this wouldn't been happening if your guy wasn't being gross and uncomfortable towards someone.

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[sailorspica]

its scares me that a good chunk of the characters.(notable ones too) we need to delve deeper into them ie july leos vs august leos. also how yams is a virgo himself but putting like 2 of the arguably worst characters (karina and rod reiss) as virgos. also if yams is the creator of the world, that means aot world's god is a virgo?????

begging for astrology asks

yams put himself in a sandwich between a cop (MP ralph aug 26) and karina (sept 3) like?? virgo is notably the least populated of all the signs in my all character breakdown, like he wanted to avoid himself, but the narrative weight these virgos pull does the opposite imo

on leo: you have fallen into my trap of advanced/esoteric soapboxing: decanates. so! each sign is a 30 degree wedge in the sky. the sun moves about 1-degree per day, hence why each sun sign "season" is a month long. astrologers divide these 30 degrees into 10-degree (in sun terms, 10 days) slivers called decans. there are different ancient systems of assigning planetary rulers to these decans, but the most popular, chaldean, has uses in tarot

1st decan (mostly july), ruled by saturn: willy, niccolo, sasha, dina fritz, zeke, reiner

2nd decan, approx. aug. 2-11, ruled by jupiter: onyankapon, pieck, marcel

3rd decan, approx. aug 12-22, ruled by mars: colt, keith shadis

the decans create basically 36 mini-signs, which neatly corresponds to the minor arcana of tarot without the court cards. for leo, we're in the fire suit of wands that is the most MARtial:

1st decan = ♄ = 5 of wands

2nd decan = ♃ = 6 of wands

3rd decan = ♂ = 7 of wands

the pamela colman smith cards:

the five of wands shows a kind of pointless fight. night of the end vibes. aggression for aggression's sake, prolonging a conflict because well! we're in it. i like seeing niccolo and reiner here as soldiers who came to paradis and were challenged and changed, much like the joining the cadets did for sasha and her libertarianism. but also, doesn't it look like stage combat like from stupid willy tybur's fuckass play?

the six of wands is so painfully what all the warriors, or soldiers in general, are taught to aspire to: surviving war, returning home, and earning recognition. it's a card for honorary marleyans, but the trio of characters whose birthdays are here is kinda sad: marcel never made it home; ony's home country is presumably rumbled; pieck only cares about her dad, not any wider renown or the myth of eldian atonement

the seven of wands is so... so... colt and shadis. oh my fucking god. i'm kinda ill looking at it ngl. they both could have saved themselves, if colt literally just ran for cover from falco's transformation, if shadis jumped ship like magath told him to, but they go down fighting, to protect other people. kids! shadis still looks at the 104th as his students. jesus christ

further things about leo in AoT:

of my chosen major characters the only paradisians are sasha and shadis

three sets of warrior + parent: dina fritz and zeke, reiner and sperm contributor, and pieck and her dad. we can throw in colt grice and his uncle

zeke, marcel, and colt. two brothers GOAT chapter episode

i've said this elsewhere but i'm quite sure the return to shiganshina arc happens in the fall, zeke, reiner, and pieck all had birthdays back to back on that docked marleyan warship, i assume. do they actually celebrate? doubt it

and not to be dark on your last point: virgo is a maiden, the mutable earth sign. i think it's genesis 7 where a million different translations say the abrahamic god made adam out of dust, clay, soil, etc. if there is a creator god, it's founder ymir.