#my fave cherub boy

[humunanunga]

10 fandoms 10 characters!

Tagged by @clannfearrunt hiiiiiiiiiiii 👀

1. Tsukasa from .hack//SIGN. I didn't even notice until my late 20s that I'd been making characters inspired by them all this time. But listen. This lost child could fit so much mental illness but they made it out okay and I'm so happy for them. They got friends, a girlfriend and a whole new dad who all got them out of not one but two abusive situations. They were also my first queer rep in fiction. Lesbian? Transmasc, nb/gq? Transfem, even? Doesn't matter which take you run with, there is no cishet explanation for Tsukasa no matter how you look at them.

2. ...I was gonna say Sans Undertale, but you know what? W.D. Gaster, because I love the thrill of the hunt (the speculation about the mysteries surrounding him). Spooky man. Talks in wingdings, the mad lad. Gotta be my favorite sleep paralysis demon. I love cosplaying him. I can't wait to find out if or when we'll learn more about him through Deltarune.

3. Lancer, speaking of Deltarune! What a good boy, he's just a lilguy, his laugh is dopamine. I want to squeeze him like a marshmallow. I love him like I love my cat who begs to be held like a baby. Lancer is baby, no really, he's got so much growing ahead of him to get as tall as his deadbeat dad. (I know what you're thinking. Why didn't I say the other guy from Deltarune? Because we've already talked at length before about everything that makes him such a compelling character. Let the baby boy baby take the spotlight this time.)

4. Calliope from Homestuck. I don't have much to say that couldn't be said just from looking at that cherub. So gender. So very gender.

5. Tanaka Gundham, from Danganronpa. Definitely one of the most characters ever. I fucking love that guy.

6. Mutou Yugi from YuGiOh. I'm just really proud of him. I also love that his thematic dragon is Gandora. Holy shit.

7. Nephrite (centipeedle) from Steven Universe. She skrunkly.

8. Garry from Ib. We know they're going through it, but they were a good chaperone to Ib regardless and we like to see that.

9. Sigh............. Xion. She's the reason Kingdom Hearts was the first video game to make me cry.

10. Number ten, number ten... how about finishing with a problematic fave... Ebel Alfie from Purgatory 2. Reluctant protagonist just wanted to go home and be an angsty emo highschooler, instead gets a demon girlfriend and dragged along to start a revolution. Hilarious.

I'll tag @mini-binni, @child-of-crows, @cryptidbisexual, @fangenstein, @marismolotov, @photochoco, @probablyaposer, @talkingsoup, @ufohh and @wolfgirlakita

[bwoahtastic]

jenson and nico is always my fave!!! Sorry for the length, but a couple of headcanons

>Rule 63 Nico and Jenson meeting for the first time! Irl Jenson said they actually met as kids when Jenson got to meet Keke and he actually found Nico annoying at first lol. But rule 63 Nico and Jenson meeting as kids and absolutely not getting on at all, and Jenson just remembers Nico as this annoying little girl, and Nico remembers him as this older boy who wouldn't even give her the time of day when she was excited to meet someone else who did karting. Anyway, Nico joins F1 later and Jenson is blown away by how much she's grown up and so begins a 10 year chase for her affection

>kings au Nico and Jensons first time having sex after the disaster that was the first birth? A bit angsty at first as Nico is scared that Jenson wouldn't want an omega like him after seeing him so vulnerable and in pain like that, and Jenson is so worried about not pressuring Nico into sex in case he possibly loses him if they have another child. And when they do get their shit together, its so soft and gentle and everything Nico ever wanted his first time to be. Jenson is so sweet with him, making sure he comes first and eats him out before they actually have sex, and holds his hands and stares into his eyes murmuring about how beautiful and strong he is, and how lucky he is to have him as his queen.and Nico is the same, smiling and calling him his husband in between moans and gasps, and meeting every kiss with his own

>rule 63 small fem Nico verse- after the crash where Nicos car flipped in abu Dhabi 2012 when her and Jenson have maybe o ly just started dating, or are only sleeping together, jenson is just out of his mind with worry when he sees the replay and the minute he can get away from the paddock he is straight at Nicos door and banging until she opens up, bruises appearing on her where she isn't covered by one of his big shirts. And he just picks her up and crushes her to him in a massive hug, and she'd never admit but she was just as freaked out by such a massive crash and is grateful he came to comfort her. And maybe they have sex like that, or they just kiss and hold each other, nico still wrapped and held up in Jensons arms as he murmurs about how he could have lost her, and how she can't scare him like that again!

- oh pls! Lil cute cherub faced Nico being so excited to talk to someone who is in go karting too! She even practises her English with Isä so she can talk to Jenson! But then Jenson is there and fully ignoring her and only talking to Keke. Jenson just remembers angry blue eyes and a little pout and is in awe when 10 years later, Nico sashays into the paddock like she owns it and fully ignores him. But it's okay, jenson enjoys games, especially a 10 year long chase for Nico's affection! (Keke 100% teases them a lot when they are together cos he remembers nico sulking for days back then!)

- oh plss the birth having been so scary and Jenson can't bear the thought of really losing his queen! Nico being so scarwd he failed his Alpha bit Jenson just loves him and wants him close so so badly! He almost lost nico, he isnt letting go now! The sex would be so gentle and they take their time, touching and kissing and pls when they are knotted together Nico cries and clings to jenson much!

- and pls small fem nico crashing 😭😭 she tells everyone she is fine but she is shaken up badly and is just restless cos she isn't even home to snuggle her cat! It's a time she regrets telling her dad to distance from her career cos she would have liked him there to hold her and make her feel better🥺 she is relieved when there is frantic knocking at rhe door and jenson is there. She is wearing one of his tshirts, bruises on her skin and she looks small and tired. Sure they are only fuck buddies but Jenson picks her up and holds her tight and Nico just clings to him like a little octopus! She cries but denies it later and he just holds her for as long as she needs. They probably have sex after but it's slow and they cling onto each other and nico sleeps curled up against Jenson!

[you-hate-time-travel]

UHHHH I GOT SUM MORE

61, 65, 85 and 98!!!

also extra question but which felt member u think ud get along w/ well?

YAYYY

61. Trolls, humans, carapaces, or cherubs?

CARAPACES

(cherubs on the second place :3)

65. Have you read the Epilogues? Do you like them?

Have not read them, and despise them wholeheartedly for what they said about carapacians. christ

85. Favorite Homestuck soundtrack?

i assume song from the soundtrack? oh man oh man oh man... i could make a whole post with all my best of the best picks from the spundtrack. some of my faves are Litrichean Rioghail (The Wanderers), White host, Green room (At the price of oblivion), Black (Homestuck vol. 4 (I THINK? I CANT REMEMBER LOL)), Omelette sandwich (The Felt), and to finish off my list, Your Universe (coloUrs and mayhe, Universe A)! those arent even all my favourites lmfao. Didnt mention a bunch from The Felt, DRAWING DEAD ESPECIALLY, volumes 1-4, and like, all the rest. I have a passion for music.

98. What characters do you relate most to?

Wouldn't you like to know weather boy (lighthearted). Ok jk idk man! Im just some guy lmao

And the extra question... probably most of the stripes! they're cool. Eggs and biscuits especially i think... maybe matchsticks! idk. i like em :3

[burning-fcols]

Love your portrayal of Collin! You’re doing a great job with him!

(( Thank you! I'm glad to hear you like how I'm writing the sheep boi :3 Collin is my fave of the cherubs and deserves only Good Things— and since canon refuses to give that to him, I'll just have to do it lmao ))

[sungtaro]

Hii it's teubunn here, how you've been? I've been busy with uni and I will be for a while but! I wanted to ask. Since I'm still not that good at remembering the members and also so I could get to know them better- maybe u can tell me some things to know abt each member (or some of them if u want). Like one of those unhelpful guide to videos lol. maybe ur fave physical features and fave personality trait of theirs🥺 idk I think it'll be cute and also like it's so hard to get into a group that's not active so I'm hoping they cb soon. ur mv gif series is so cute btw!!! 🐇🐇💌

hiii bestie 💖 i hope that you're not working yourself too hard at uni ! this is so cute i'd love to give it a go hehe, i'll put in gifs i've made with them all too ... i ended up writing idek what for all of them LOL so i hope it helps 🥹 i also recommend this old but good 'who's who' video it's from ILY era so they look like babies but i think a lot of it is still true and funny; if you have more time and want something more recent this video is amazing for getting to put names to faces! anyways ... the eri version of unhelpful guide below the cut LOL

choi hyunsuk: 1/2 leaders and the oldest. his representative animal is hedgehog (after his jikjin era hedgehog haircut lol) and one thing about choi is he WILL cry. he's a super softie and is totally the group's mom lol my fave Choi Crying moment was when they surprised him for his birthday while filming tmap ! he's a short king and has the cutest nose

park jihoon: 2/2 leaders and my best friend (real). his representative animal is puppy (formerly panda but he rly wanted to be a puppy lol) and he's super playful and affectionate with the members, def the dad of mom and dad, and a total power extrovert. killer smile and super cute beauty mark under his eye on his cheek !

kanemoto yoshinori (yoshi): he is a human marshmallow ... very distinct rap voice (all the rappers have unique tones and voices imo) and he's got a recognizable birthmark on his chin ! looks like an anime protagonist come to life honestly. his animal is a tiger. he's soft spoken but when he warms up he's also rly playful especially with hyunsuk hehe

kim junkyu: MEME BOY literally so introverted that it's not even funny lol he hates leaving his room and he will wear the same hoodie and sweatpants every day of his life. his animal is a koala but he's strong on his catboy agenda like he is meowing left and right these days idk also for a while he was known as being the most like 'yg type' of the group whatever that means ! known for his broad shoulders and generally 'good' proportions, again whatever that means . also never dyes his hair

yoon jaehyuk: my angel on earth never not making a kissy face. his animal is a lion and you will pretty much always find him with asahi and/or jeongwoo. apparently he was street cast by like 7 different companies bc he's so handsome, so he chose yg and just like . learned to dance and sing a few months before they put him through ygtb hell ... genuinely just so sweet and soft he always has his arm around whoever is next to him i cry

hamada asahi: looks like a cat but his 'animal' is a robot haha. he's trsr's resident quirky guy and will just do the most random funny things, but he's also a soft spoken sweetheart who is mega talented as a musician/producer and also visual artist. he's come out of his shell a ton over the years we're so proud ... his best look imo is his platinum blonde hair during ILY era. he's got the smudged lipstick in the mv SO iconic

kim doyoung: little prince .. he rly looks like a little cherub to me. his animal is a rabbit (like you!). dobby is a little corny imo like he will just say the cheesiest pick up lines and wink at u but he's being so serious 😭 it's really cute haha. he's also just super sweet and attentive. some ppl say he and junkyu really look like twins but i've never seen it

watanabe haruto: the tallest member! and also the deepest voice lol. he was formerly an alpaca but he changed to a butterfly (nabi is butterfly in korean so i believe it's a play on his last name). tutu seems really cool but he's actually really soft and thoughtful.

park jeongwoo: my annoying little brother (real). also MAIN VOCAL ! his animal is a wolf. the other members hype him up for being handsome hehe bc i think for a while he was really insecure 🥲 he's got so much energy and is often seen messing around w his favorite hyungs, esp jaehyuk and asahi.

so junghwan: our super king cow baby <3 his animal is of course a cow (so means cow). he's also one of the tallest members haha and i don't think he really acts like a maknae, jeongwoo is much more like 'typical' maknae behavior, junghwan is a bit more reserved and pretty responsible imo so he doesn't really take advantage of being the baby. but it comes out and is really cute haha (he's been known to fall asleep while studying on camera 😭)

takata mashiho (former): pocket size main dancer beloved i miss u ... he was also the only one who could really cook so i hope everyone is eating okay now lol. very CUTE but also like one of the absolute most responsible members

bang yedam (former): pd bang u will always be famous ... just absolute main slayer vocalist and songwriter, cute curly hair and super handsome. one of the more down to earth energies of the group too

[thelastspeecher]

eregyrn-falls replied to your post: "I found out all three Night at the Museum movies..."

I don’t remember if I saw #2, and I’m sure I never saw #3. But you are completely correct about #1, perfect movie.

oh #3 was pretty good, I remember liking it a lot (but I need to rewatch before I come to a firm conclusion). like I said, #2, not that great. but the Jonas Brothers appear as cherub statues so I guess that's.....something?

I'm glad we agree on #1 being a perfect movie, hell yeah. the movie was destined to be a slam dunk for me, since I love museums, Teddy Roosevelt is my fave prez, and I'm a sucker for pretty boys like Rami Malek.

[mooifyourecows]

Okay since the new chapter of ATEGT is going up tomorrow (hopefully 🤞) here are the OCs I made in artbreeder because they babies and I love them ���🙏

Daichi's friends:

William (Liam) Cress

Yes, hes supposed to have freckles but shhhhh. I mean, its no wonder Daichi had such a huge crush on him, he is a STUD. Also like... 6'5" or somethin so 😍 Marry me, Liam 💍

Travis Turner

He kinda looks like a guy I went to high school with, but like, way cuter. Equally an idiot though (no offense Levi). I love him but also really wanna bully him

Robert (Rob) Trevino

Totally unintentional but he kinda wound up looking a little like that one dude with the nice ass in the new Star Wars movies?? I dunno, I haven't seen them but ya know, the guy with the nice ass

Nicholas (Nick) Baugh

Look at this cutie. I wanna get a bear hug from him please and thank you. Love me some curly hair and beards so SUE ME. Nick and Travis are my fave duo from these chumps, they're both stupid

Daichi's siblings and their friends:

Erina Sawamura

She looked SO young when I first made her so I tried to make her look a bit older but she's only 18 so I left some of that youthful glow. She a cutie though I love her. I just imagine her in her football gear, absolutely destroying some chump a head taller than her YOU GO GIRL!

Joji Sawamura

You know he considers himself the "hot sibling". And you know Daichi be like "but look at my body, bitch" and Erina be like "as the smart sibling I will kindly stay out of this cat fight". Poor Daichi though, he can't compete with Jo's pretty boy star quarterback complex

Brandon Baugh (Nick's younger brother)

Cute! Cute cute cute cute! He's so cherubic. I'm such a sucker for boys with curly blonde hair they're so CUTE. He had chubbier cheeks at first, which I loved, but it made him look 13 and he's supposed to be like an 18 year old 6'3" linebacker so I gave him a scruffy beard. I would die for him. Himbo supreme 🙏

Ryan (Schofie) Schofield

I..... love him...... so much...... no seriously I want to adopt him and shower him in gifts and love. Lookit his cute rosy nose and crooked smile. He's perfect in every way. Thats it folks, no more artbreeder. I've peaked as a human. I'm retiring

Welp thats all! I hope yall like my kids. I have fallen for them so I for sure will be including them more in the story 🖤

[cloudofdarkness]

Finale (an Epilogue Drabble)

In which lover finally meets lover

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AO3

“Go, he is waiting for you.”

Those were the sea-nymph’s final words to me. I would never see her again, as she would live on alone, under the dark depths of the seas with no child to bear.

Perhaps someday, there would be more, but that mattered little to me now.

He has been waiting for me. ~ With how common it was for men to fear death and the Underworld, I was surprised to find that Hades was far kinder than the gods had declared him to be, his city of the dead not a flaming wasteland of souls trapped in a never ending torture. No, that was saved for the most beastly of men, and I knew Achilles would not be there. The gods were cruel, and had gifted him his unfair life, but they would not torture him in death. Hellfire was never a hero’s fate.

Instead, I stood in a cave, glowing pink from what I thought was a fire, but as I looked around, there was no source of the light.

There was rain drizzling outside, and this was familiar to me; this cave made of rose quartz. Pelion. We always vowed to return. It seemed a lifetime ago that we had trained here, as boys. I suppose now it is, but the time we spent, the things we did...it was a haven I shall never forget. Was this what the gods wished for me? Was this what the lord of the afterlife thought fitting for me?

Elysian Fields.

Truly, it would be, but I was missing something.

The gentle pluck of Lyre strings could be heard outside, and my heart, had I still had one, would have skipped a beat. Let it be true, I hoped.

I did not hesitate, I turned on my heel and sprang from the cave, as if it were a race.

I was never good at running, but if it were with hope…

Just over the small peak of the cliff, there sat a bundle of golden hair, shining brightly despite the dreary light of the sky. Fingers lazily pricked the strings of the lyre; there was no voice to accompany it. Still I watched, I watched him in silent awe, frozen in my tracks as he carelessly fiddled with the instrument.

He seemed weary.

Weary with waiting.

I had hoped that he would hear my hurried footsteps and come running, or to at least have turned with alarm. But he didn’t move, nor respond. Just sat, plucking at his lyre.

I knew he was tired.

I knelt behind him, knees gently pressed against his shoulder blades. My hands came up into his hair, and if I could, I would have shivered. I could feel him again. Really, truly feel him. How I had missed the soft blanket that was his hair. And it didn’t end there. I drank in his scent as quickly as I could, as if it had been a million years between us and it would be the only thing to make me remember his face, blurred from my memory.

But I had always promised I would know him, even in death. I would never forget Achilles, as I knew he would do the same.

He had tensed, acknowledging my presence, but hesitating. Perhaps he had dreamed of this so many times following my passing, he thought this to be his eternal damnation. I would not blame him, I had always felt a life without him would be the same to me.

But, just as I had done back on Pelion, just as I had done at the shores of Troy and the ten years that followed, I allowed my fingertips to trace the crown of his head, and I could feel him slowly relax against the touch.

I smiled as his weight settled against me. “I am sorry for being late. I know you thought to keep me waiting...but I am here now. I am with you, agapiméni mou.” My Beloved. “Achilles, I am with you.”

The second time I spoke it, it cemented itself in his mind. The lyre he had been holding dropped into the grass, and he nearly jerked his head around to see me. Gods, I realized then, how I had missed those eyes, green like the sea foam that lined the shores, speckled with gold like sand. They were searching my face for some sort of imperfection, something that would give me away as something false. He couldn’t find it.

“Patroclus” pa-tro-clus, he spoke it as he always had, though nearly breathless. He could not believe his eyes, but I would make him believe. I cupped his cheeks once more, leaning forward to press my forehead against his. The tip of my nose bumped his, and we stayed like that for a moment, simply basking in our shared warmth.

And then I opened my mouth to his, and I drank him in once more. The feeling of his lips against mine was divine, and I crashed into him; desperate and clinging, wanting to never let go again. I would not, never again. He turned his body fully to me, to wrap his arms around me, to hold me close.

In his desperation to have me, he had knocked us both back; him toppling over me and pinning me to the grass below. We had shared many a moment like this back on Pelion, I could tell that these were his happiest moments, that this was where he would stay; before the war, before the lies and deceit and the bloodshed. There would be no more sacrifices of human flesh and broken warfare, just us. Just the two of us, in a small little corner of the world.

I could think of nothing better than to spend eternity with him.

He pressed his nose to mine, as he had done so many times before, and I could feel his breath on my lips, overwhelmed and almost unbelieving. Was I truly more than a dream? More than the corpse he had laid with for so many nights, hoping to reanimate simply because it heard his scream in the night, his desperate pleadings that he would save me next time, and every time after that.

I brought a hand to his cheek, gently and cautiously; a healers hand, some would say. “I am here, Achilles.” I spoke once more, my thumb tracing his perfectly sculpted cheekbone. I could feel the slight weight of him leaning into it, his cheek pressing against the palm of my hand and squishing there, reminding me of the chubby cherub likeness he had shown in his youth.

I smiled, and he knew me.

I had always known I was the wittier one, but I always found it humorous when I caught the realization in his eyes after my own.

“Patroclus…” it was less of a question of misbelief, more of a confirmation. I watched him smile, his eyes softening. “Patroclus...Patroclus...Patroclus…” he repeated it again and again, a soft chant against the skin of my lips, as if breathing the life back into me. I had watched him try many times.

“I am here.” Once more.

“How?”

“Your mother’s only act of kindness towards me.” Though, we both knew it was more for her son. “She would have me tell you of your mortality and why you cherished it. I’d like to believe she understood, at the end of it all.”

I did not like Thetis. I don’t think I ever would. But I would give her this, that I had never lied to Achilles, and I did not intend to now.

His lips pressed together in thought, before he seemed to come to terms with the reasoning for my absence. He knew then, that someone had wished me a wandering soul, so that I would not tarnish his fame. Achilles did not find true hatred in many things throughout his life, but this was something I knew he hated most.

He once said to me, as we lay in the grassy fields as we were now, that I had made him favor mortality. Often people would mistake his want to be a hero, as a want to be a god. But those things were not mutually exclusive, not many people knew this. Gods were immortal, heroes were mortal, always. This was what he wanted, I realized this over time.

I felt him kiss me again, stirring me from my thoughts as he was always so keen on doing. He did not like me keeping thoughts to myself and I did not like keeping them from him, but sometimes I couldn’t help it. Gods, I felt like a boy again. As if the war had never happened. As we’d never left Pelion.

I leaned into his kiss, fingers finding their way through his golden waves again, securing themselves. Reclaiming him. I feel him press me into the grass, his chest against mine as his fair lips travel from my lips, to my jaw, to my throat. I still myself, I feel him sigh. He goes to my chest, rising and falling in a fake inhale and exhale. He kisses me there, right in the center. He moves again, one hand slipping the sleeve of my tunic from my arm, pulling it down to my hips. We freeze for a moment; a hesitation, we know what he intends to do.

His lips grace the center of my stomach, and he rests there at my old wound. I could feel his hands trembling as they framed my hips, as I could feel his lips slowly press themselves to every Inch of what would have been a gaping hole.

I could feel his tears as they came. I knew he had been holding in his apologies for so long, apologies that were not his to give, for he had done nothing. I had done this. I wanted to, for him.

My hands fell from his hair, and I held his face. His forest green eyes met mine in sorrow, in want of forgiveness. Forgive me my pride, it was not worth it. Not in a thousand Thousand years. They said.

He would always have my forgiveness.

“I love you, Achilles.” He knew this, but he had not heard it in so long, I would forgive him his surprise.

I would forgive him.

He had waited long enough.

There were days when I would hold him, and days when he would hold me, and we never grew tired of our time spent together. This eternity we had been blessed with in the afterlife was more than I could ever ask for, but we were happy again. Finally, we were happy again.

We had waited long enough.

[caravelmp3]

thank you so much @tellmama-allaboutit !!! i take any chance i get to talk about the boys lmao 

when did you discover greta van fleet?

i discovered them about this time last year! at that time i was getting into more classic rock after ignoring it for years (dumb mistake, i now know) and just wanted to branch out and find more artists similar to those i already loved. it honestly felt like it was written in the stars for me to discover them 

who is your favorite member?

josh very quickly became my favorite once i got more into the band and started looking up interviews/youtube mvs and stuff like that !! he’s just the brightest ball of love and joy, a cherub if you will, and pulled me in immediately. his power 

what lane have you almost swerved to?

oh god all of them at least once. but some more so than others. i was in jake’s lane for a few months back last year but it fizzled out and i went back to josh, but honestly??? anytime i see a picture of jake it still fucks me uppppp. when i’m in danny’s/sam’s lane i tend to just want to hug them or pinch their cheeks or cry bc they are so pretty, which comes around with any new photo of them lmao 

what was the first song you listened by them?

my first song was black smoke rising !! i had been seeing it around for so long and finally decided to give it a listen, which sparked all my love and interest for them immediately. it is still one of my favorites too and sometimes i get teary eyed and nostalgic while listening to it hahaha

favorite songs?

oh this is so hard omg because it changes with my mood. currently though, it’s when the curtain falls, because it’s such a feel good tune that i dance around my room to, edge of darkness is second, and then black smoke rising, followed by age of man !!! other favorites that deserve to be acknowledged are always there and talk on the street bc they tend to hang around my top 10 a lot 

least favorite songs?

i tend to tune out watching over a lot while listening to aotpa. it’s such a good song but i feel like the placement of it between when the curtain falls/lover, leaver is odd because i’m hyped after when the curtain falls, and then watching over tends to bring the mood down a bit before lover, leaver replaces it again. it’s in no way the worst song ever, it’s beautifully done, but just not my favorite !! 

what was your reaction when “always there” was released?

i wasn’t a fan when it was released, but MAN do i remember listening to it for the first time. i was at the dining table taking a break from homework and sat in shock when i began to listen to it - eyes watering, mouth open, that whole deal. i am such a sucker for it honestly lmao 

favorite live performances?

oh so many !!!! edge of darkness in toronto in 2018 is my definite top favorite, followed by their performance of the weight (one of my fave songs of all time) with yola in barcelona !! i also adore the white room cover @ the hollywood palladium and their snl performance of black smoke rising even though most hated it. also don’t get me started on the red rocks performance videos..... watching those is like a religious experience 

favorite music video?

ooh i would have to say age of machine is definitively my favorite, followed closely with when the curtain falls. age of machine just HITS different, and i feel like it’s so well directed and edited, making it creatively their best project yet. when the curtain falls is in there because it’s just so much fun and i love clowning josh’s sweater vest 

“my way, soon” or “age of machine”?

based purely on the excitement around it and just how much fun it is, i would have to say my way, soon !!! it was the first big thing to hit the fandom in a while and the whole lead up to it with the pictures in the mail and trying to figure it all out was a highlight. it’s just a feel good song that i feel like came at a great time + we cannot ignore the music video and how precious it is 

are you excited for “the battle at garden’s gate”?

most definitely !!! my sweatshirt just shipped out today too so it just adds to the excitement of it all. i am looking forward to the new singles & all the cryptic things that will surely come with it, and it will be the first album i am present in the fandom for, so it makes it a little sweeter :’) 

tagging (but you don’t have to take part): @sunshinesinhereyes @edgeofgreta @mrd-k3 

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

Stinger and Naga are also my fave! Especially seeing Stinger happy and being cared for by his found space gamily. You'll reaally loce the movie vs Space Squad then. Not only because even yrs after the final, space family is still family; but also because their screentime is soooo much and just seeing their happy faces ignites the "must protecc" instinct

I’m just very in love with Stinger’s cherubic little round face, and also I’m a big fan of scorpions. As for Naga, once I found out his whole deal my basic reaction was, “wait, Kyuuranger has a white-haired anime boy who does crimes with his robot boyfriend and he’s autistic?” and from there the deal was sealed, I adore him.

[lordendsavior]

There’s a family I babysit for (one of my faves too) with 4 kids, 3 girls and a boy. And their house is FULL of dress up stuff and girly things, and the first time I came over and all of them (except for the baby lol) were in princess dresses and the parents were like so nervous, like oh well he just wants to play with his sisters, giving me like excuses bc they were like worried I’d be upset by it (not bc I would b, just like ~society). And I made sure to be v positive, and now I’ll come over 1

and they’re like Jacob show her ur nails! And he’ll be so happy to show me his painted nails—he’s like 3 too btw, and the CUTEST kid I’ve ever seen. Literally looks like a cherub from the paintings, so sweet ugh i love him. But anyways it’s super cute and I will personally fight anyone who makes this kid feel bad ever. His sisters r adorb too—I love em. Anyways it’s just nice to see families like that. They’re p catholic too which like idk jus cool they’re not dicks (like my catholic fam lol) 2

aawwww this is the absolute cutest 💖💖💖

[chrysolina]

𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 '𝕟𝕠'

𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟞 - 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

A/N - AYEEE here he is!! My personal fave being, well - the best!! Enjoy ghouls!!

Trope/inspo - Spending a holiday with the family (bcos I’m such a sucker for daddy! Chris E )

Warnings - SMUT (18+ READERS ONLY), stress, body changes/acceptance, Chris being a fool, floof, eh nothing else really 

Autumn, that time of year was upon you again. It was unarguably your favourite season of them all, the cool air on sunny autumn days, crunchy leaves, wonderful coffee, sweaters that’d swallow you whole and kisses that leave a cold ghost of its passing on your skin - just a handful of the many things you adored about the rust-tinted season.

That being said, you tend to find that you were also a bit happier in the fall months. Be it September, October or November - you always had this irreplaceable smile on your face that’s only grow when with the right people. It was a continuous annual trend in your behaviour, the kind of trend that’d only be noticed by your husband Chris.

But this autumn, things were turning out to be a little different than the last.

October was supposed to be the month spent playing and enjoying the company of your two angelic children. October was supposed to be the month where traditions would come alight and make everything seem warm and fuzzy with anticipation. But this October was turning it to be something quite the opposite.

Just that July gone, you had given birth to your third child, your little baby boy Luca. At first, Lucas was an angel; slept like a log, fed during the day and not so much during the night, didn’t repeatedly puke up or poo on himself like your first son Alex did and was always greeting you with sweet, gummy smiles - at most times when you were getting your breast out.

He really was an angel, until he got his booster jabs done near the end September and seemed to be catching every known virus possible.

Not only did you have a sick three month old baby, two very attention-seeking toddlers who wanted to be by you twenty-four seven, a husband who was in and out doing scenes across the country, a house, a career, friends and family to keep up with - you were also suffering with a seasonal cold and a clogged breast.

In all honesty, things couldn’t have been worse.

Without even putting your mind to it, you knew that since there were too many variables asking for your sparse attention, you’d have to cut back on some more pleasurable things in an attempt to juggle everything you had going.

Friends wanting to meet up for a coffee in town? Sorry ladies, the answer would have to be no. Your PA asking about possible magazine photo-shoot she’d like you and your family to shoot? Not today Julia. Going on a daily walk to help burn off the baby fat you put on? Nope, can’t happen today Y/N.

You get the picture.

In this flurry of people spitting stuff for you to do left, right and centre and a baby stuck to your breast nearly all day, you also failed to notice the happiness and joys that came with Autumn - Chris picking up on this almost immediately when he mentioned how beautiful the red, yellow and orange trees in the garden looked.

He expected you to go into your little happy rant over the beauty of them but instead, you replied bluntly “They’re ok I suppose.”

With all that that was going on around you, Chris couldn’t help but feel absolutely useless. You were doing, literally, everything. From helping out with the kids to sorting out laundry, dinner and Luca - you were everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

You were absolutely nothing like your usual chipper, loving self with Chris or the kids, you were a void doing stuff by demand.

And Chris knew he needed to do something about it - fast.

As if by sheer luck, an opportunity too good to miss arose from the depths of nowhere. It was only a matter of days until Halloween was upon the Evans family and with that said, Lisa decided to host a Halloween party for friends and family - a get together come meal everyone could enjoy, even the kids who could go trick or treating if they wished.

Chris knew that you’d most probably turn down the invite and send him with the kids and he knew that you’d most probably spend the night either asleep with Luca or weeping in the shower over what your life had become, his heart breaking at the memory of hearing your weeping as he passed the bathroom one evening.

So with sneaky yet good intentions, Chris told his parents and Scott - who’d take the kids for the night - the plan he wanted to put into action to help revitalise the love of his life and asked them to help him with it and to keep it on the hush, to play everything as if it would go the way Chris had predicted.

And they did exactly that.

Chris was pleasantly smug when he saw you dress up all the kids in their little costumes he’d chosen out for themselves. Aiela was in a beautiful frilly witch costume equipped with a broom, point hat and potion bucket for her sweets, Alex was dressed as a mummy and Luca was dressed in a pumpkin costume, topped with a puffy pumpkin hat for safe measures.

Yes, this was going just how Chris had planned.

Right up until you decided to go and get changed.

“Shit,” Chris whispered to himself and immediately dialled up Scott who answered on the first ring. “Hey Chris, what’s up?” Scott’s chipper tone made Chris wince and pinch his brows in annoyance.

“Change of plan, can you come and collect the kids now?“ Chris looked to the clock that hung on one of he kitchen walls and then back out to the living room. Good, you still hadn’t come down yet.

Much to Chris’ confusion, he could hear Scott beginning to laugh quite smugly through the phone, making Chris wonder as to what he found so funny. “Just take a look outside.” Scott all but replied to his brother’s question and watched from his car as Chris scowled at him from the porch steps.

“Ha ha very funny.” Chris made a point to flip the bird to his brother and then quickly ran inside to get the kids and sleepy Luca and his diaper bag ready to leave. To say Aiela and Alex were excited to be going off early to the party was a little bit of in understatement, just by buckling themselves in to the car alone had them fizzing in their spots.

“Be good for Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle Scotty, alright?” Chris have his best serious face and tone as he kissed the three heads of his little cherubs, a chorus of yeses and frantic nodding heads coming from Aiela and Alex.

And with that Scott sped off in the direction of his parents house meaning that the real fun had only just begun in the Evans house for that night.

“Chris?” You called out as you padded quietly down the stairs, your fears starting to build once you took a swift look around the living room and only found it empty, the sound of cartoons playing low in the background.

You took the time to look in the kitchen and the laundry room, the bathroom and the pantry - and not to forget the backyard as well but to your utter confusion and slight trepidation, the kids were no where to be seen.

As if by god’s calling, you heard the metallic jangle of the lock on the front door open and shut and the sound of Chris’ flicking his shoes off and his feet padding towards the living room, the smile on his face soon falling once he saw what you were dressed in.

Your costume was nothing like that of what you’d wear as a twenty-something year old but it certainly demanded attention that only gawking eyes could give you. You were dressed in simple yet incredibly figure hugging all black t-shirt and leggings with brilliant white skull bones plastered in the appropriate places.

Oh, and the cute black and white striped fluffy socks you wore were just to die for too.

Chris couldn’t believe it. No, he could believe it - he just didn’t want to. To think that for all that time, all that time of not being able to see what was hiding under those baggy jumpers you wore, they were all leading up to this.

In his mind, even back when you put the idea forward Chris spat at the thought you’d need to lose some weight - and thank god he dismissed them back then. Your figure was to die for, literally; even after three kids your waist rivalled the likes of Beyoncé’s, your grown breasts could make any man water and the mere sight of them accompanied by your hips and ass - god did the ‘extra padding’ of baby weight do some wonders on you.

Not even snapping you fingers in-front of Chris was doing any good, he was in a total trance that made him lost to the world - the only signal of life being the way his eyes clouded over as they kept trained on your rigid figure, a look foreign to your mind taking residence on his growing smug face.

“Sorry sweetheart,” Chris cooed whilst winding an arm around your waist, sliding you towards his muscular form. “I forgot to tell you, I sent the kids away to my parents for the night.” Your breath caught at the thought that you hadn’t prepped the kids for an overnight stay.

“Bu-but I didn’t pick them any pj’s or anything or enough milk for Luca..”You tried to push away from Chris’ hold in an attempt to do something with your nerves but found it useless when Chris’ grip grew stronger around your body and had you pressed against him again.

“That’s why I did babe,” Chris smiled down at you with that cheeky smile you’d grown to ignore these past months.

Your breath caught in your throat again, for all the right reasons. “Wh-what?” You laughed in an airy tone.

“Yeah, while you went to Luca’s checkup last Thursday I took the opportunity to sort out a bag for Aiela, Alex and Luca,” Your mouth hung open like a broken door as you listened to Chris’ master plan unfold before you.

“And I dropped it ‘round mom and dad’s - all so I could spend tonight, with you.” And there it was again, that all too well known glint flashed in those irresistible blue eyes and made your stomach churn both ways - you couldn’t have sex yet! You looked like a hag under those baggy jumpers you used to shield your flaws with.

But Chris was having none of it.

You tried to slide away, you tried to hide the evident blush that adorned your cheeks - only one of which was proven slightly successful. With a steady hand you ducked away from Chris’ nearing head and felt him take purchase on your neck - the one place he didn’t want to be, yet.

Just by your stiff yet hiding for, Chris could tell you were having some serious doubts about something and he just knew it had something to do with your body.  

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Chris lightly pecked a kiss or two at the sensitive apex of your neck and felt you squirm into his buff chest like an uncomfortable child. “Please baby, tell me what’s going on.” Ah yes, pleading would most certainly help the situation at hand - not.

“N-no, I can’t..” You stumbled over your words like hazardous rocks on a pathway, fumbling after every snagged step.

“Can’t what sweetheart?” Chris edged you on a little further in a warm, soft tone and a supportive hand finding residence on the lower part of your back, your body slowly relaxing once the familiar feeling of safety kicked in.

“I can’t have sex Chris..I-I’m too ugly..” Your voice dipped a decibel once the real reason of your insecurities slipped past your lips, the feeling Chris moving his head up to look at you brought back the sudden tension in your body.

As much as he tried to fathom it, Chris couldn’t actually believe what you had said - you? Ugly? He and the growing erection in his pants had to scoff at that claim unanimously.

“Y/N,” Chris sighed deeply and made you look up at him with weak eyes. “I think you know what I’m gonna say next so, hear me out;” You only stared at Chris expectantly as he took another deep breath in through his flaring nostrils.

”Give me ten minutes of your time and I will show you just how beautiful I really believe you are - is that a deal?” Whether it was the smirk on his face or the feeling of his erection nudging at your lower stomach, Chris gave you no other choice as to what to say.

“Deal.”    

• ————— •

And by god did he keep by his side of the deal.

Even though it was going on 8pm at night and the ‘ten minute’ oath had long been thrown out of the window, neither of you wanted to stop.

It was as if you two were hooked on the high of each other’s touch, the months spent preoccupied doing other things meant nothing to either one of you as Chris carried on eating you out like a starved man, your own orgasm hurtling with great speed towards you.

It all felt so foreign, from the way Chris’ tongue lapped up your flowing juices to the way he sucked on your clit like a pacifier, making euphoria seep through every crevice of your body - you couldn’t help but allow the happy tears to escape your eyes as you screamed out your second release of the night, the sound of your euphoria channelled down to Chris’ straining erection and made it throb in a longing agony.

“Mm so good to me baby-girl,” Chris hummed as he travelled back up your body and latched his soaked lips to yours, the taste of your salty sweet juices mingled in a toxic manner along the hairs of Chris’ beard and the dips and curves of Chris’ lips. The feeling of his straining erection standing tall along his navel reminding him to get to real stuff.

“You ready darlin’?” Chris smirked devilishly at you whilst pumping his tall, proud and thick shaft that oozed out pre-cum by the second, a sight you really wished you could capture on camera. You could only nod in desperation and whimper like a caged animal from your spot on the bed-sheet, the feeling of exhaustion leaving you as you watched Chris’ smirk grow.

“Then y’know the drill, turn over for me.” Without hesitation, you complied entirely and flipped yourself onto your stomach, pressing your ass upwards towards Chris - who could only groan in response, the belief that you felt you were ugly in any shape or from evaded Chris’ mind even now.

With the slick tip of his shaft pressed to your lips, you whimpered at the sudden feeling of Chris’ hand latching onto your swollen breasts and the heat radiating off his front as it lay on your back. “Since this is your night tonight, you call the shots - rough or slow baby?” Chris cooed into your ear and licked it, for extra measures.

As much as you loved Chris’ slow and intimate side, the greater part of you pleaded for something more - something better - than regular love-making. With a heavy moan, you bucked your ass up into Chris’ navel and scrunched the bedsheet into balls in your fists. “Fuck me up Chris - please, just fuck me so hard I won’t be able to lift a leg tomorrow.” And like that, Chris was inside of you.

Did you really just say that? Maybe Chris’ foggy mind was playing tricks on him, yes that’s what it was - but there again, you did say that. The dirtiest thing you’d said since way before the children were even little specs in the sky.

Hearing something like that, that confession of yours, it just made something go within him - not the way his hips ploughed into yours but something deeper. That’s when Chris realised it, you never changed - not even after the birth of three kids. You were still his and his alone.

And that only fuelled the raging list fire within Chris’ pit.

“Say it again-” Chris growled into your ear, his hips relentlessly throwing themselves into yours. “Talk dirty to me Y/N - God, just..fuckin’ say it again baby.” Chris groaned again, throwing his head back at the feeling of your sinful walls fluttering around his shaft.

With a pornographic moan, you bent your head down and thought up some of the worst/best lines you had to offer. “Mmm Chris don’t stop please!” You begged out in euphoria. “Prove to me just how much you love me baby! Give me everything!” You pleaded again and felt the hot sting of a slap ghosting over your ass cheek, your cries growing louder at the sensation of another smack landing on your ass.

“That’s it baby, take my fucking cock and all my cum like the fucking star you are, go on.” Chris yelled a hiss out whislt stepping up the pace of his thrusts, his hips meeting the flesh of your ass at a steadily increasing pace and then he did it. He hit it.

He was hitting your g-spot like a madman. And you couldn’t contain yourself much longer.

Lifting your head up, you yelled out in what sounded like pure euphoria and clung to the bedsheet schruched in your hands like they were the strings to life and if you let go, you’d lose yourself completely. Just by the dip of your back and change in positioning, Chris couldn’t help but also throw his head back in bliss as the climatic feeling of his orgasm neared him like freight train at full speed.

“Fuck I’m so clo—close babe,” Chris grunted and squeaked into the apex of your neck and began sucking a large wet bruise on your flawless skin, one of his hands finding their way down to your clit and began to rub it furiously - the euphoric feeling of it alone made you howl out and your walls flutter and clench.

But Chris didn’t stop at the feeling of your walls becoming vices around his length, instead he ploughed into even harder than before with one thing on his mind - turning you into a quivering, cumming mess.

“Chris—I’m gonna—“Chris heard you heaved in desperation underneath him, remnants of euphoric tears on the sheets below but Chris couldn’t care. No, he knew you were just a whiskers inch away from giving him your third - and perhaps best orgasm of the night and like hell he wouldn’t be selfish and milk it for all it’s worth.

Between the frantic rubbing and rolling of your clit between Chris’ cool fingers, the harsh wet bruises and kisses he was leaving along your bare shoulders and the pure feeling of your skin against his - you were lost. And just like that - you snapped and came.

A loud, elicit moan far too similar to that of a pornstar Chris would grind off to as a horny teen escaped your red, flushed lips and had his breath caught in his throat, ropes of cum spraying from his length into you as your walls seized him in place.

With a grunt and a moan of content release, Chris let himself drape over your smaller yet slicked form and held you to him, the feeling of his heartbeat beating through your ribs and through to yours - you really could stay in this post coital bliss forever.

“Fuck I love you Y/N.” Chris moaned tiresomely into your hair and ran a hand up the globe of your slicked bright red ass, one of his favourite sights by far. “Was I too rough?” Chris began to worry once he saw the remnants of tears on the sheets below the two of you and turned his face to have a look at you, the smile on your swollen lips told him different.

“No,” you sighed with a tired smile. “You were perfect, absolutely perfect - thank you.” Even though the context of your thanks weren’t specified, you had an awful lot to thank Chris over this week alone. But just by the imminent thought of sleep, this would just have to suffice.

“No baby,” Chris objected as he laid you two down on your sides, your bodies irremovable due to the sweat climbing to each other. “You’re the one that deserves a thank you out of either one of us.” You couldn’t help but smile at the cheesiness that oozed off your sleepy husband.

“And hey Y/N?” Chris smiled down knowingly at you, a glint of mischief still lingering in his beautiful blue eyes. You only hummed in question and refused to meet the glint in his eyes “No more no’s, okay? When you need help, tell me and I’ll be there - no questions asked.” You could only smile tearily at your husbands confession.

“No more no’s - got it.” You smiled and fell into a deep, well needed slumber, eager for the next day to follow.

• ————— •

Chris / Steve rogers tags - @patzammit @tacohead13 @youreahandsomedevil @thisismysecrethappyplace @fanfic111

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[amishacidheads]

The roo subreddit is flooding with leaks for the lineup already, and it has me antsy debating if I wanna try and finagle my way there again this year and crash with my fave Cherub Bois in Nashville before/after. It wasn't on my list of must attend buuuuut I'm already having fomo and the full lineup isn't even out yet 🙃 Bonnaroo was way more fun than I anticipated, and is such a great art festival as well that I for sure wanna make it back some year

[michael-langdon-appreciation]

just a stray angel and the antichrist question here—(because these two do things to me) would Jeffrey grow out his hair post-apocalypse? Because if he does, I always imagined it in a french braid or ponytail, so he could look different™. Thoughts?

It’s been wayyyy too long since I addressed my twins 😫❤️

Jeffrey resisted Michael’s influence whenever he could. Michael’s assuredness blossomed under Kineros, under having Miriam Mead back in his life. Finally, people respect Michael Langdon and he could have the world bowing to him with just a flash of the demon face lurking underneath his beauty. People pandered to him, showed Michael how to dress till Jeffrey’s twin began parading around in leather, velvet, satin. No expense was too much as Michael grew into a King amongst men. Jeffery could not deny that his twin had developed a formidable sense of style as he observed from the sidelines. 

Jeffrey liked simplicity. He saw no need for make-up, to rim his eyes red or adorn his fingers with silver rings. Michael’s deliberate attempts to blur the line between heteronormativity was fascinating, if it wasn’t a blatant method to cover up the insecurities his twin felt everyday the apocalypse drew nearer. Michael could make people desire him, fear him, worship him and bend over backwards to complete the Outpost constructions…but no one loved him. Jeffrey wasn’t even certain he could continue to.

Waking up after their second growth spurt, a mere week after the earth was reduced to rubble, Jeffrey can hardly bring himself to feel anything. Seeing the long honeyed locks falling down his shoulders brought revulsion, because if it had happened to Jeffrey, he knew Michael had woken in a similar predicament. Jeffrey wanted to be nothing like Michael Langdon.

He had found the nearest pair of scissors and hacked away at his hair till it was back to normal. But…it didn’t sit right. Jeffrey’s jaw had sharpened, his features hardened and the fluffy curls he’d once worn with pride no longer worked. They belonged to the cherubic face of a boy who still believed his brother was capable of good. They didn’t represent the shade Jeffrey had become in the boy’s absence. 

But Michael, who had been so damn busy ever since the bombs fell hadn’t even had the time to barber himself. Jeffrey’s twin glowered down at his inner circle, his blonde locks falling down his face, framing him with an androgyny that left the entire room speechless. Jeffrey could taste their desire for Michael, heightened by the sheer dominance Michael was injecting into every corner. A facade, carefully constructed to make the long locks seem like a choice. A display of his power. Michael was doing his upmost to hide just how unnerved he was by the rapid growth of his body again, just like Jeffrey. 

When the meeting is over, Jeffrey remains.

So does Michael. 

‘You cut it off.’ Michael notes, dragging an eye lazily over his brother. 

Jeffrey winces, a hand running through his hair. ‘I was a bit…rash, maybe.’

Michael’s teeth gleam in the stark lighting. His fingers dip into Jeffrey’s hair, running through the soft curls and then tugging sharply. Jeffrey hisses, ‘Fuck off, Michael. I can with it what I want.’ 

‘Grow it out.’ Michael’s already heading towards the door. ‘You’ve always taken your influence from me, why bother altering that now?’ 

‘That’s not true.’ Jeffrey retorts, ignoring the fact he’s dressed in greys and blacks, most of which has been ‘borrowed’ from Michael’s wardrobe. White just didn’t belong in Michael Langdon’s sanctuary. 

Michael’s hair swishes over his shoulder, an eyebrow arching in amusement. ‘Grow it out.’ He repeats, ‘But I’m keeping mine down. Retain a hint of originality, brother.’ 

And Jeffrey doesn’t know why he just bows to Michael’s commands again. But he does, letting his hair grow, till finally the curls start to drop from the weight and it sits just above his shoulders. It’s not quite as long as Michael’s, but long enough that Jeffrey can tie it back with a white ribbon. It takes a while, but when Jeffrey finally walks into another meeting, white shirt in place to match the ribbon, Michael smirks. 

‘Much better.’ He compliments, once they are alone again. ‘I was wondering where my brother had gone.’ 

Jeffrey fights off the pride he feels, shoves it right down next to his curdling resentment. Michael’s eyes are soft, full of praise. ‘I may…braid it.’ Jeffrey confesses, ‘Thoughts?’

Michael just pulls on the ribbon, letting Jeffrey’s hair tumble down. His fingers work quickly, sitting Jeffrey back down in his seat and twisting the strands into place. Where Michael learned to french braid is beyond Jeffrey, but he remains silent until Michael is finished, tying the ends together with the ribbon. Jeffrey waits for Michael’s verdict, trying not to hold his breath. ‘Better,’ Michael finally says, ‘Almost like a prince.’ 

Jeffrey frowns, ‘There’s no room for fairytales in your world.’

Michael seems somewhat hurt by Jeffrey’s statement. ‘Magic did more for us, than any single person.’ Michael states, ‘There’s nothing wrong with projecting what we want to be.’

‘You really believe you’re saving everyone, don’t you?’ Jeffrey murmurs, mystified by Michael’s belief. ‘You fully believe you can start over, that these people will worship you.’

Michael’s features tighten, ‘Do they not already?’

‘They fear you.’ Jeffrey stands, ‘But they will never love you.’

He catches Michael’s fist balling from the corner of his eye. Jeffrey waits for Michael to swing first, to hurt him for his barbarous words. Moisture shines in Michael’s eyes, ‘I don’t need anyone else.’ He says, ‘I have you.’

‘For now.’ Jeffrey doesn’t know where this confidence has come from. ‘But if you don’t put an end to this, soon you’re going to very alone.’

The silence carries between them, ‘What does that mean?’ Michael whispers, inching closer to his twin. ‘Where will you go in this wasteland?’

Jeffrey closes the distance, till his chest is pressed against his brothers. He looks directly into his twins eyes, rising like a phoenix. He looks ethereal, the angel shining beneath the surface and for the first time since the bombing, Michael feels that awful imbalance. His own inferiority stares back at him, everything Jeffrey is that he can never be piling on Michael’s shoulders. His brother is back, formidable and far more unforgiving than Michael himself, scarred from the depths Michael has sunk. He should never have given him the key to his confidence. 

‘You take away their lives, their loved ones. You rule and subjugate the Outposts to your dominion and have them claw over each other to fit your warped perception of survival.’ Jeffrey’s voice is laced with venom, ‘They deserve someone better than you, anyone but you. If that person has to be me, then so be it.’

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[rogermeaddows]

what is your fave characteristic of each of the borhap boys? 😊

oof!! that’s a great question!! I’d like to start off by saying that, sadly, I don’t know any of them personally - but these are my favourite aspects of how I perceive them!

joe; oh, light of my life!! joseph. the thing about him is that it’s (to me) so clear that he is the type of person that gives his all to friends and family. they seem to mean so much to him, and i adore that. I could probably list a thousand characteristics that I adore in him, but that one is most prominent. I also like that he seems to enjoy making people happy, and making people laugh - a trait I share and cherish!

rami; my king!! I feel like rami is such a well spoken intellectual man, he’s kind and he’s hard working and he’s just an overall gem. he’s so eloquent and humble I can’t help but love him. I feel like being humble is the most beautiful thing a person can be, besides being empathetic and kind (which he also seems to be). I adore Rami so much.

gwilym; gwiliam tree. what a man. the man who invented the professor vibes. apart from his full time job as dr brian mays’ clone, I adore how much he seems to care for others - and how I feel he makes it a point to advocate for people who don’t have the same privileges that he does. I adore how he seems to exude a certain calm energy, but at the same time he seems like a man who can be silly and fun as well.

ben; this little cherub faced man of great jealousy. I don’t think I’ll ever get over that picture of him in full Roger costume next to Brian May the Second, ripping up a picture of Joe and Gwil. I’ve had a bit of a hard time getting a full picture of him, which might be a charm in itself. I like that he seems to be very musically inclined, and that he’s very well spoken and kind. I also adore that, even though he definitely looks the part of ‘a hunky dudebro’ he’s very soft and affectionate with his friends. I cherish the way he doesn’t really care for “stereotypical masculine roles”.

lucy; I know the ask said the boys, but I wanted to include lucy as well. I know some don’t care for her, but I have not had reason to dislike her at all. She seems to be a fun, loving sort of girl - but like a fiery one. A girl who puts herself out there, and uses her voice for good. I absolutely adore her, and how she presents herself. 

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