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girlsoutlate · 1 month ago

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the lead up to price sharing his birdie with his men, and badly hidden curiousity on their behalf

i tried just writing the meeting but i found it difficult so i wrote this as a little inbetween piece, enjoy

fem reader described as having hair that can be tied up, slight age gap (older price) THE BOYS ARE NOSYYY

the 141 can be considered nosy by nature, but have the excuse of it being their job. some are more open than others about their home life. ghost seemed to live quite a solitary life whereas gaz and soap had shared family pictures. nevertheless, there was some idea of each others lives outside of the military. but one person stayed an enigma: captain john price. maybe because it felt strange to know so much about their superior as well as role model. price had never shown an aversion to talking about his life, but the 141 had never asked- shocking to say the least. they all had their own theories. gaz thought he used to be married but it ended in a disastrous divorce- yet there was no trace of any mrs price. soap guessed he liked the company of pretty women, if you catch his drift. but never heard any boasting from his captain. ghost concluded he was similar to him, perhaps with a few more friends and a family, there was no reason to think otherwise. yet none of them guessed there was gorgeous thing like you john was all to eager to return home to each night, until now.

the 141 had been seeing signs of a woman close to their captain for about a month now. it started with a faint hint of fruity perfume under his cigar musk and aftershave, that was out of place on such a man. gaz pointed it out, making the rest of the 141 laugh. however it was forgotten about by the next hour, no one thought anymore of it. then the next day a hairband around prices wrist. he must have forgotten to take it off after you taught him how to plait your hair the night before. it was a work in progress. the simple black band was noticed by ghost while exchanging paperwork. he brushed it off despite finding it a little odd. the first piece of solid evidence they find of the captains mystery woman was his lockscreen.

they were in their common room, taking a break from the never ending pile of paperwork. squashed on the small couches they were joking about the new recruits, which was one of their many favourite topics to complain about. the hum of fluorescent lights was drowned out by their banter. mugs with dregs of coffee in them and a half empty pack of fags sat on the table. while talking, prices phone lit up with a notification. soap, the nosy shite, immediately noticed his lockscreen. a picture of a woman with her back to the camera: gossamer hair and skin that glowed in the sunny view she was admiring. with an eyebrow quirked, soap turned to his captain and asked too casually "whose tha'?". without missing a beat price replied smugly "the missus". for once soap shut up, and looked at the others with his mouth slightly agape, checking if they heard the same thing. ghost let out a grunt which they now knew to be a laugh. gaz's eyes were growing wider by the second. price seemed done and returned to whatever the previous subject was, which had quickly become forgotten. at that point gaz, soap and ghost were a pack of dogs with a bone. who was prices pretty birdie?

over the next month or so the boys had heightened interest on their captains home life. of course they cared about the details of the captains weekend plans, did he fancy going to that quite pricey restaurant that had opened up? it was necessary for them to ask the source of his dinner that evening, did he know the recipe? the competitive streak in them was made apparent sooner rather than later, all fighting to get more important information than the others. even though, if anything was discovered it was immediately shared. one day gaz stumbled upon gold.

he was in prices office, relatively spacious with a small couch in the corner and a bookcase in another. whilst chatting about an upcoming meeting, a buzz emanated from prices phone. before gaz could read the caller id price snatched it up and grumbled "won't be a minute". thinking it was a work call, gaz was surprised to hear his captains voice suddenly becoming as soft as it could. turning to face the window johns small smile wasn't missed as he murmured "hi love, how are ya?". staying still and quiet as to not get kicked out, gaz listened to the chirpy voice that could be faintly heard through the tinny phone. with a content sigh john replied "steak for dinner? tha's perfect". a wide grin crept on to gaz's face. a giggle and another sentence could be heard before price replied "of course i'll pick tha' up for dessert" both of you let out a small laugh when john continued "are ya tryna kill me?". just when gaz thought this couldn't get any better, price fondly said to you "i'll see ya at home sweet'eart". as he hung up and turned back around the sergeant found it near impossible to dampen his grin.

john had told you of his boys' detective work, which he considered shoddy at best. as you were flitting around the kitchen that evening, you were bemused at your boyfriends recount of the day. when he described his sergeants face after the phonecall you let out a loud laugh, bouncing off the tiles of your cosy kitchen. john sat by the table watching you busy yourself by the counter, as he nursed his beer he couldn't help but take in your appearance. tendrils of loose hair curled around your ears, escaping from your loose ponytail. although hidden by one of his tops and comfy jogging bottoms, he could make out the slopes and peaks of your body that he was all too familiar with. as you turned to face him, he was drawn closer to the twinkling reflection of light in your eyes. before he realised it he was towering over you, eyes raking over your form with the beer abandoned on the table. you looked up at him, hand on your hip. "john are you even listening to me?" you asked, face comically blank. "sorry doll, what was that?" he huskily replied, slightly dazed. "pass me a can. please?" you asked, adding a awfully fake cheesy smile at the end.

pressing a kiss to your lips as an apology, he was about to pull away before you deepened it. pulling his barrel of a body against yours, his mouth slightly opened. the bitter taste of beer and cigars mingled with sweet cider from yours. pulling back, slightly breathless, johns blown pupils met yours. "yer so gorgeous, don't know wha' i did to deserve ya" he muttered, the closeness of his voice making you slightly weak. as his calloused thumb brushed over your warm cheek you coyly commented "what would your men think if they saw you like this?". for a moment john faltered, thinking about how they would feel if they saw him being intimate with someone like you- let alone how he would feel. his flushed cheeks were the subject of your teasing for the rest of that night.

while eating your dinner you brought up the 141 since you were already talking about them. you knew your boyfriend felt a responsibility to look after his girl, despite you being more than capable. whenever his deployment was brought up it was usually by him. telling you where he went and anything that he thought might interest you, from an aspect of their culture to a cute cat he saw. sometimes he brought trinkets back. but never about what he had done, or what he had ordered to be done. so the members of the 141 were more characters in your head than real people. you knew their names and basic personality but that was all. so when you asked "how much do they know about me?" it was rather tentative. john paused, his fork halfway to his mouth, thinking. shaking his head he replied decidedly "not much, besides y' mine. they're nosy fuckers, practically begged me to show them a proper picture of you". you hummed in response, finishing your mouthful of food. quietly you muttered "maybe it wouldn't be so bad if they knew more". letting the question hang in the air, you picked up the last forkful of food which went down your throat in a lump. john was silent, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

he considered your proposal, if his girl was concerned then it was worth thinking about. plainly he asked "why?", trusting you to be open. "well, you spend a lot of time with them- i'm not jealous. its just that.. you trust these men with your life, i don't even know what they look like." pausing for a second you continued "its more for my sake than theirs. if i knew them past their names it would make it, well, easier to be apart from you for so long. i know you can look after yourself, but i- i'm always gonna worry about you." with that said, the air in the kitchen grew heavier. you kept your eyes glued on to your plate as johns gaze from across the table burned in to you.

the captain realised that you wanted to know more, for your wellbeing rather than the 141's. now, he realised it was quite a simple conclusion. he imagined his girl cold and alone in an empty house, no idea where he was or who he was with, for weeks at a time. five minute phone calls spent trying to find better service than speaking to each other. no idea who john was fighting or how difficult it was. no clue about who he was trusting his life with in your absence. how on earth could he not expect you to have an issue with it? he kicked himself, he made his sweetheart worry. he could have prevented it and he didn't, too focused on a successful mission than the only thing he wanted to return home for. price knew this had to change, or risk isolating you even more than he does because of his job.

john stood up, chair screeching on the kitchen tiles while he sighed "fuckin 'ell i'm an idiot". gathering both plates and putting them on the counter, he ran a hand across his face and turned to you. just as you took a breath to take it all back, john interrupted you: "you should meet 'em". you cocked your head to the side, looking at him with slightly narrowed eyes. "whats changed your mind?" you enquired, curious about the sudden change. replying half-heartedly, still deep in thought "just thinkin' about you here on your own, worryin'". taking a deep breath he stated "i'll talk to them about it. you". walking up to him with a small smile on your face you leant up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, beard tickling your chin. "thankyou john" you whispered. reaching up to get the plates the rumble of his voice deep in his chest saying "anythin' for you doll" reverberated against your back.

as he turned to get the dessert out of the fridge the most pressing question yet entered his mind: how would he ask the 141 to meet his birdie- without them going mad?

thankyou for reading :))) each like, comment and reblog is greatly appreciated. this is more for context to the main meeting that has been stuck in my head for ages. if you liked this keep an eyes out!!!

heyyy guys long time no see. had a crazy two weeks, found out my boyfriend was practically cheating on me for the last month of our relationship and he already has a new girlfriend after two weeks. apart from that im grand. sorry it took so long for me to post properly again, thankyou for being patient

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johnbrand · 4 months ago

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Where Would You Rather Be?

“You know I love you right?” Malcolm reaffirmed his boyfriend. “And I’m here for you.”

It had been a difficult week for Shane. He had lived in the city for almost ten years now, having moved originally for college and then sticking around after graduation. It had been a scary transition, but thanks to the quick friends he had made, the journey was easier.

One of them, Shane’s freshman roommate who he had lived with and then nearby since they had first met, had received an eviction notice the week prior. Shane had been as supportive as he could through the entire process, but watching his dear friend pack up and leave was stressful. His friend would now be living hours away, no longer right next door.

Shane nodded his head, followed by a quick “Thank you.”

“I’m happy to be the shoulder you can cry on, I know this is hard,” Malcolm sympathized. “Would you still like to go out for dinner tonight? We can cancel plans if you need some time.”

“No, no I’ll be fine,” Shane smiled a bit. “Plus it’s our third anniversary–you’ve done more than your fair share and I'm thankful for that.”

Malcolm chuckled, quickly grabbing Shane from the behind, “Then perhaps you’ll have to show your gratitude later tonight.”

Rolling his eyes, Shane gave his boyfriend a soft peck before departing back for his apartment. After climbing a few flights of stairs, he was surprised to find the door to his friend’s former apartment wide open. Curious, Shane swung his head in, noticing boxes and other assorted items sprawled across the otherwise empty space. Before he could investigate further, a voice from behind ordered him to move aside.

“Get out of the way, bro!”

The rich baritone caught Shane by so much of a surprise that he visibly jumped a bit, scurrying as a large figure stomped through the doorway before dropping a few boxes down. At least above six feet tall, the buff, masculine intruder immediately intimidated Shane.

“Mind being useful and helping me grab the rest of my stuff?” the man asked. Shane, a bit petrified by the pure masculinity in front of him, did not utter a word. The man did not need his response however, knowing Shane would help him in whatever means necessary. Shane could not explain what had come over him, his mouth unable to formulate words as cardboard boxes were dropped into his waiting arms. Before he knew it, two hours had gone by and everything had been brought into the man’s apartment.

“Martin,” the mysterious man finally offered his name, alongside a giant meaty mitt that crushed Shane’s. “Are you my new neighbor?”

“Uh…yeah,” Shane finally spoke, pointing to the wall that their apartments would share.

“Cool bro,” Martin replied. “Wanna go sit out on the balcony with me for a bit?”

Martin checked his watch, noting that there was still a little time before he had to get ready for his dinner date. “Sure.” Following the muscular alpha outside, Shane took a seat on the wicker couch as he waited for Martin to grab himself a drink. He did his best to schedule out the remaining amount of his free time, and to finally register how hot his face was.

“Sit over there,” Martin directed as he stepped onto the balcony. Shane did not stop himself from getting up and moving aside so Martin could sit on the couch. It was not until he had moved to the other side of the coffee table that Shane realized that Martin wanted him to sit on the deck.

“That’s right, faggot,” Martin responded, noticing Shane’s confusion. “Sit in front of my feet.”

Shane was shocked, offended by his neighbor’s sudden bigotry. Yet he did as he was instructed, taking his seat in front of the two massive soles that were placed in front of him.

“You got any plans tonight, fag?” Martin questioned.

In a flustered, embarrassed, and strangely lustful state, Shane answered, “Yes, I have an anniversary dinner with my boyfriend.”

Martin snickered. “And when is that?”

“I should start getting ready in 10 minutes,” Shane’s response was robotic. “I’ve got to shower, get dressed, wrap my present, and then travel.”

Martin considered this for a while, basking in the fact that Shane would await his next prompt. Shane could smell the man before him, Martin’s natural musk and body odor holding an authority over him like nothing else had ever before.

“Let me offer you a deal, faggot,” Martin finally said. “You can leave now, get ready and go have a great night with your loving boyfriend. Or you can stay seated exactly where you are, at the feet of a straight man, waiting for my next command and praying that I let you service me through whatever means possible.”

Shane did not reply, shocked by what Martin was insinuating. With casual indifference, Martin wiggled his casual toes in front of Shane, knowing the silence was already his answer. But in true alpha fashion, Martin made sure to drive his superiority home.

“Where would you rather be, faggot?”

They remained there without uttering a word: Martin laidback, comfortable, and minding his own business, and Shane at his feet. Neither got up as time ticked past. In his head, Shane’s plans slowly altered. He did not need to wrap Malcolm's present, he did not need to shower, he did not even need to change. But eventually, the anniversary dinner came and went, and Shane was still at the feet of the straight man.

Shane could only hope that someday Malcolm would understand that their relationship would never have been as fulfilling as one with a straight man's feet.

#male tf #male transformation #faggot tf #straight submission #unintended results

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alphajocklover · 5 months ago

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1,000 Followers Special: Douchebag Revolution, The Revolution Begins

I’ve never claimed to know all the details about the strange things I report on. I know more about the world of transformations than most people, and even most other TF reporters, but I don’t know everything. I don’t know who made InstaJock, I don’t know what about the town of Maxford turns people within it into straight jocks, and I don’t know why wishing on a specific star turns people into jocks, even if it is some sort of magical supernova. Even the Douchebag Revolution, one of the groups I’m on good terms with, has its secrets. As loud, dumb — and if I’m being honest, obnoxious — as the members of the revolution can be, they are surprisingly skilled at keeping secrets. They tend to ‘prank’ me and other reporters with fake info, which makes getting any information out of them like pulling teeth. With a lot of persistence, and a bit of bribery, I have been able to get some interesting info out of them though. Including the true story of how the revolution began. It was told to me by one of my contacts in the revolution, and confirmed by another outside the revolution, so I’m sure it’s true. I won’t be retelling the story word for word, due to some of the… stylistic choices made by the douchebag who told me it, but I’ll do my best to do it justice.

As some of you might remember, the Douchebag Revolution was formed to fight against SAD, the Society Against Douchebags. The mysterious group were using futuristic technology and time travel to transform straight douchebags into gay nerds. That might not sound so bad, especially considering the other stuff I’ve reported on, but messing around with time is dangerous, especially on such a scale. No one, not even the revolution, knows why they go to such lengths, or why they want to get rid of douchebags so badly in the first place. There are theories out there, but even for me they’re a little out there. What is known is that they were transforming douchebags into nerds left and right before the revolution began. From what I understand it actually looked like they were close to getting rid of douchebags entirely for a moment. Until they messed with the wrong guy. Or, I suppose, the wrong brothers.

Despite having a 2 year age difference between them, Chase and Mike Hayfield were practically twins. They had the same hobbies, the same interest, and were even the same height and weight, something the younger Mike would often tease the older Chase about. They were as close as brothers could be, and loved each other dearly. That was why it was a shock to both of them when they realized that their close relationship was never meant to be. Before SAD got involved, Chase was nothing like Mike. Chase was a classic, muscular, douchebag jock, one who basically despised his nerdy fag little brother Mike. Neither brother would have been aware of this… if they hadn’t used Chase’s blood for one of their experiments. SAD’s nanobots, the ones that had changed Chase’s DNA and brain chemistry as he grew, were designed to be invisible to almost all tests. But due to their experiment, and the fact that Chase was one of their earliest victims, Mike was able to discover the nanobots, and use them to get information about SAD. Each brother was horrified, but for completely different reasons. Chase was horrified at the person he was supposedly ‘supposed’ to be. He hated douchebags, and the thought of hating his own brother made him feel sick, made him want to run and hide from the truth they had discovered. Mike, however, was horrified that someone had been manipulating his brother’s life. He believed that no one should be able to manipulate someone's life like that, to change them on such a level without permission or even letting the person know what they had lost. He was scared he’d lose his big brother… but he wanted his big brother to be who he really was. He could see that a part of Chase, a part of him he wasn’t even aware of, missed who he used to be, and he was the one who convinced Chase to take the cure they synthesized. Mike Hayfield, a complete nerd, was the one who started the Douchebag Revolution.

Most douchebags actually get a little pissed when someone brings this up. I mean, they got saved from a bunch of fucking scientist by a ‘nerdy fag.’ But most of them don’t say anything. They don’t want to insult their leader after all. Chase Hayfield may be a huge douchebag, but he never lets anyone insult his little brother.

**Hope you guys like this! I actually had a hard time writing this one, but I'm glad how it turned out. Stay tuned for more!**

#muscle growth tf #muscle tf #jock tf #jock transformation #jockification #nerd to jock #gay to straight #douchebag tf #douchebag revolution

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x-aefx · 6 months ago

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Malachy Granger x fem!oc

Warnings: age gap, smoking, swearing, suggestive but not smut

“Fuck you Avery! God-you’re so fucking clueless!” Callum shouted, his school uniform worn messily with the coller button undone and his shirt visible under his jumper. He walked backwards, facing Avery as he screamed at her.

“I’m fucking clueless? You can’t even zip up your trousers, dickhead!” Avery screamed back, causing Callum’s eyes to instantly drop to his trousers where his fly was unzipped. He rushed to zip it up.

Her short school skirt blew gently with the breeze, her school shirt that was untucked offered little protection from the cold air.

“You fucking bitch!” Callum screamed, embarrassed and angry.

Avery angrily stormed off, holding her arm high in the hair as she held up her middle finger to him.

Callum began storming after the girl with nothing but determination, eager to reach her with each angry step. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white as his fingers digged into the skin of his hand.

Malachy, who had been watching the whole ordeal, watching her, strode across the street and stopped infront of the young school boy. He placed one hand on his chest, preventing him from walking another step, the other hand was on his shoulder.

“Don’t fucking think about it.” Malachy warned, his voice cold and left no room for arguing.

The boy was young, with almost a childish face and features. Malachy towered over him easily making him more intimidating.

Callum pulled away from the unknown man roughly, he huffed before storming off in the opposite direction defeatedly.

Knowing he wouldn’t come back, Malachy turned and watched the mysterious girl striding away in the distance. Her school skirt was short, exposing her legs and her shirt was tight.

Malachy noted she wore the same uniform as Amy.

The walk from school to her house was a quick one. Avery kicked the empty beer bottles that littered the floor out of her way, walking past her dad who lay passed out on the couch, she rushed upstairs to her bedroom to change out of her school uniform.

Her dad wouldn’t care that she was mitching school, or that she had gotten another detention that she wouldn’t bother attending. He didn’t care about anything once he had his drink and weed. She was glad it was her final year at school, then she could leave this shitty town.

Avery shrugged off her school shirt, unbuttoning the buttons hurriedly. She replaced it with a black tank top, covered by a flannel. She changed out of her school skirt and into black denim shorts. She wore her black boots and a variety of long necklaces. She pulled her short blonde hair into a messy half up half down style.

She quickly left her room and hurried down the stairs. She didn’t take a second glance at her father, leaving through the door and slamming it shut after her. She hoped it would wake him but knew it wouldn’t.

Her rushed footsteps slowed down as she placed the fag between her lips. She searched her pockets before realising she had left her lighter at home. “Fuck!” She cursed.

Looking around she realised she was at the Boat Hut.

She seen a man standing near the entrance, lighting his own cigarette. Avery decided to make her own way towards him. Once she was closer she realised he was a slightly older man with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. He wore a black leather jacket and black hoodie underneath, the hood of which was raised over his head.

Avery didn’t let her confidence falter when his eyes met hers and a smirk formed on his lips at the sight of her approaching. He blow out the smoke as his eyes trailed up and down her body.

“What can I do for you, young lady.” He spoke almost as if he were taunting her.

“Can I borrow your lighter. I left mine at home.” Avery said rather bluntly. She stared at him expectantly, Callum had ruined her mood and taken all her patience.

Malachy raised his brow teasingly, making a tsk tsk tsk sound with his mouth. “That’s not very polite.” He faked offence.

Avery stiffed a groan. “May I please borrow your lighter.” She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

Malachy took out the lighter from his trouser pocket, he held his hand out waiting for her to take it from him. When Avery reached out to take the lighter from his grasp, he pulled back his hand quickly.

“Don’t fucking roll your eyes at me.” He warned her, referring to her action moments prior. Avery stared at him intimidated. She shifted her weight onto her other foot, thinking he was angry until he brought the lighter to her mouth. He lifted her chin with his hand, lighting the cigarette for her as he watched her closely.

Avery stayed quiet, inhaling the fag gratefully.

“I seen you arguing with a boy earlier.” Malachy hummed. “Who was he?” He couldn’t resist asking her. He felt an unknown feeling building in his stomach.

Avery wanted to roll her eyes but didn’t dare, remembering his earlier warning.

“Just this boy from school.” She said vaguely.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Malachy found his breathing was heavy as he watched her inhale and exhale the smoke.

Avery looked up at him with a raised brow and smirk, her head tilted to one side. “Not anymore.”

They both felt droplets fall from the sky and land on their skin, becoming heavier by the second until it was completely pouring.

Malachy roughly pulled her by the arm and into the boat hut away from the rain and cold.

“Hey what the fuck!” Avery shouted in surprise.

“Be grateful I’m not making you stay out in the rain.” He walked closer to her. He pulled his hood down, allowing Avery to see more of his face.

Avery stepped back.

“Maybe I should have left you outside.” Malachy continued his taunts. stepping closer to her. He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and placed it down on the ashtray on the nearest table.

Avery remained silent, taking a step back for every step he took forwards. She couldn’t deny he was good looking, mature, unlike Callum. He looked strong and masculine not short and weak. Like a proper man.

“Would you have run back to that little boyfriend of yours.” Malachy almost laughed at the thought of him. He took the cigarette out of Avery’s mouth when he was close enough. The back of Avery’s knees hit the couch, she fell onto the leather seat with Malachy standing between her legs. She couldn’t look away from him.

“Would you?” Malachy repeated. One of his hands reached down to cup her cheek, caressing the skin gently.

“No.” Avery breathed out, eyes glued to his. She became desperate to earn his attention, his touch.

Malachy hummed in approval.

“Have you ever been touched by a real man before?” He asked suddenly, his voice low and rough.

“No.” Avery confessed, she felt herself becoming aroused, hot to the touch the more he looked at her or she heard his voice.

Malachy tutted.

He lowered himself so he was kneeling inbetween her legs. Both his hands found their way to her legs, moving upwards slowly until they reached her thighs.

His touch made every hair on her body stand up. It was something she had never felt with any of the boys she had been with in the past. They were boys when he was a man. Guys her age weren’t the same.

“I can take care of you.” He whispered the promise, his hands moving up and down her legs slowly, brushing her inner thigh. “I’ll show you how a man takes care of you. How you deserve to be treated.”

Avery’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation that flowed through her entire body to her very core. Her mouth opened slightly.

“Do you trust me.” He said lowly, stopping his movements as he leaned in closer to her.

“Yes.” Avery breathed out, aching for more.

“Good girl.”

#malachy granger #the jetty #tom glynn carney x reader #tom glynn carney #aegon targaryen #malachy granger x reader #hbo house of the dragon #hotd cast #hotd

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desolationlovers · 9 months ago

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ah yes the black butler arcs

representation win? jack the ripper is trans!

P. T. Barnum’s Child Trafficking

titanic with zombies

a pretty normal murder mystery all things considered

Fags?

gaslighting a girl to magically create mustard gas potions

victorian child invents kpop stan culture

illuminati child sacrifice

evil twin has framed you for murder

#wails #im sorry the new season has me reading the manga again #that post i rbed that was like black butler happens to you much like a car crash? im roadkill #black butler spoilers #kuroshitsuji spoilers

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saintsenara · 11 months ago

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idk if you've talked about it before, but what do you think of snucius?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i'm a big fan of it as a ship, above all because of the ways it can be used to subvert the expectations which might accompany it into something oddly beautiful.

by which i mean that the possibility of quite a manipulative snucius is actually implied by canon. sirius is absolutely suggesting something salacious with his comment in order of the phoenix about snape being lucius' "lapdog" - it's a reference to a practise called "fagging" [yes, you've read that right] traditionally understood to take place in elite, all-male british boarding schools, in which younger boys were expected to act as something akin to the servants of older ones. the expectation that fags [yes] would perform sexual favours was a fairly standard part of the whole phenomenon - and so, when sirius suggests that snape runs around being lucius malfoy's personal errand boy, he is evidently also suggesting that he bends over for the privilege.

and the idea that lucius has power over snape is suggested more broadly in canon too. the implication of the prince's tale is that snape was taken under lucius' wing as soon as he was sorted, and that lucius was the conduit through which he was groomed to become a death eater [he is also the conduit through which snape meets his death - voldemort sends him to fetch snape before he kills him]. that he supposedly relies on lucius' patronage is something draco malfoy is well aware of - when he suggests in chamber of secrets that lucius would support snape if he applied to be headmaster, he is doing so with the subtext that snape's appointment would be entirely contingent on lucius' position as chair of the governors and, therefore, that he would only be chosen because lucius would think him likely to run hogwarts how he would like to see it run - which suggests that this power dynamic wasn't just restricted to death eater meetings. and voldemort undoubtedly elevates snape to his right hand within the setting of malfoy manor at the start of deathly hallows - reversing that established power dynamic - as yet another "fuck you" to lucius after his fall from grace following the farrago in the department of mysteries.

but.

i think narcissa is telling the truth when she describes snape as "lucius' old friend". i think that something deeper than not wanting to piss off his main patron lurks behind snape's decision to protect draco. i think that there is a very credible case for lucius being the only person who actually knows the real snape, behind his mask, and his relationship with lucius being the only thing in his life which stands in contrast to the relationships which seem to define his life more profoundly [his relationships with dumbledore, voldemort, lily, and harry, for example].

you can do so much with lucius having to confront his friend having turned spy - whether snape lives or not. you can do so much with lucius - terrified and disillusioned - relying on snape's help to prevent voldemort's wrath descending upon him. and you can also just have so much light and campy fun with someone as posh and peacocking and lucius having a sallow goth boyfriend.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #snucius #lucius malfoy #severus snape

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starry-eyedblog · 1 year ago

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Request for a prnaddict!reader x ghost? You two just became pretty good friends, sharing things about yourselves. Simon shares his recent addiction to cigarettes when you just casually drop that you have a prnaddiction.

side note: Just left a function and its 2am. overheard this scenario unraveling in a balcony earlier. Am too tired to be horny so i left and now leaving this for u if you'd like to :3 goodniiiiiight~

oooo this is such a juicy idea!! also disclaimer, i ken that this probs wouldnae happen in the military where they restrict other soldiers on personal things like smoking but this is FICTION so i dinnae care :3

warnings/tags: simon x gn reader, smoking addictions, porn addiction, smut

it's a friday night, and the bar you are sat at is bustling with bodies. it was starting to get too much so you decided to step out for some air and a tipsy smoke. as you push the heavy door out, the nippy air sweeps in and instantly cools your flushed skin.

a soft sigh leaves you as you step around the corner and pull out your packet of cigs, sliding one out and holding it between your lips as you search for your lighter. once you feel it in your back pocket, you fish it out and spark it up. as the flame lights up your face, this is when you notice the mammoth of a man stood next to you, desperately trying to flicker his lighter to life.

he curses quietly and you look away, lighting up your own fag before silently passing over the lighter to him. he looks up, a black surgical mask hooked beneath his jawline and showing off a pretty gnarly scar across his face. "cheers, love." he grumbles, taking the lighter from you.

you nod silently with a soft smile before taking a long drag from your fag, holding the smoke in your lungs before slowly exhaling. you watch the smoke dance up into in the air for a moment before turning to the man next to you who's chuckling softly.

"like an angel sent from heaven, don't know what i would've done if i couldn't find a lighter." he mumbles as he brings the fag to his lips and inhales. you laugh quietly at his words, taking the lighter back from him.

"no big deal, glad to be of service." you joke with a smile, gently tapping the ash off your fag with your fingers. "i'd be the same if my vibe charger died." you mumble out, but the mysterious man hears you.

"that so?" he questions, and you blush as he turns to you with the fag hanging from his lips. "uh, uhm yeah. all got our own sin or poison, or whatever the saying is." you say, taking a long drag from the fag. he asks for your name, which you give him before asking the same.

once the two of you exchange names, you prompt him about his smoking. "so, addicted to nicotine huh?" you ask, watching him take a long drag from his fag. he nods silently, looking over at you as he slowly exhales the smoke.

"calms my mind and gives me something to do," he shrugs, watching the way you look away from his eyes. "and what about you? can't get enough of a wank?" simon teases and you snort.

"guess you could say that, is it a crime to love porn?" you question with a flushed face, unable to meet his eyes as the two of you smoke outside of the bar together and chat about your addictions.

simon looks back up at he night sky, staring at the bright stars before responding. "didn't say that love," he mumbles before continuing. "each to their own."

months down the line and the two of you are helping each other out - in reality you are only helping the other further aid their addictions.

simon is unable to bring fags now when he gets deployed as they pat him down and confiscate them. a mark now on his file from price to not let him smoke since he's been caught out on his addiction.

so to help, you'll send parcels with fag packets in bulk that he can hide in his room. he has a few secret smoking spots on base where he is sure to be alone and left like that for hours.

when he's back, you'll have him over and fuck him while watching porn together. he indulges in you, sometimes picks out videos that he likes and wants to show you which rots your brain even further.

oh and he fucks you so well, one of the best fuck buddies you've ever had. makes you cum multiple times before he's even got his cock stuffed into you. he likes to grab your jaw and force you to keep your eyes open while watching video after video.

it's a perfect little transaction almost that the both of you have, and no one bothers you about your addictions now. both of you realise that it's unhealthy and if others found out, they'd be disappointed but screw them.

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thosebrothers · 5 months ago

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These old men just sit in my brain and fester. I have a lot of different ways I feel about Stan and Ford and their sexualities and how they explore it and what they think about it.

First thing is the times. I really don’t think that it’s the most welcoming. I also definitely think Stanley said homophobic shit. Honestly even as an older dude he might but he really doesn’t mean it maliciously. I have a very specific characterisation of this..

Bear with me here. I’m trying to get all my thoughts in order. When they are younger I definitely think that they’re both very weird about each other. They both recognise the way they feel is definitely more than brothers, I don’t know if this is a verbalised or not. It really really depends. I can see them messing around in their teenagers. It’s fun to think about but I also really enjoy that slow burn. Got to say, they got separated. It’s fucked up. I just know during pride month that Mabel mixed pronoun pins and pride flags for everybody she knows.(also does Ford even know that gay marriage is legal? LOL) Mabel would ask Ford if he was gay or bisexual or anything. He’d be so scared like “HOW DO THEY KNOW??” (It’s obvious dude look how you are with your brother) He would see pride decorations in the mystery shack and genuinely think Bill was fucking with him😭

With this being said I definitely know Mabel has asked Stan the same thing. He would basically explain that he is bicurious without admitting it. Like “yeah some dudes are pretty. What’s the problem? Doesn’t mean I’m sucking dick or anything” and then he sits in silence for thirty seconds about this LMAO..

Mabel would freak out and Stan would write it off. She’d be like “oh my God you’re literally describing bisexuality grunkle stan omgomgomgomgomg” Wendy is bisexual and the relationship I characterize between her and Stan I love it so much. He would straight up say dyke and Wendy would be like “fuck yeah Mr. Pines.” I know she is chronically bisexual, but I also think that she identifies as a dyke totally. Stan would be like “can you believe Mabel thinks I’m bisexual? Not everything’s gotta have a label. Whatever.” And Wendy is like “dude. It’s okay.“ and without directly saying we know you have the hugest crush on your brother, Stan knows. Stan knows that she knows. I think it’s sweet. Stan crushing hard on his nerdy brother.

But also genuinely does Ford know it’s OK to be gay?? he would see two men holding hands and just be like “in PUBLIC???” He is so repressed and has been gone for so long and in a. Horrific abusive relationship with a triangle. I just know his ass is like pulling Stanley aside whispering asking if Dippers a fag or not and Stan’s just like “idk idc probably”

Also I think they are all autistic. This doesn’t really have anything to do with anything… Well it kind of does. I feel like nurodivergent experiences of love can be very different than neurotypical ones. I love Stanford so much I need him to talk with his brother about the way they FEEL. UGH.

#stancest #also I’m obviously a huge dyke faggot autistic freak

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