#nate is such a brat and i love him for this

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@aardvaark in response to your questions:

For Parker, she totally just accepted that werewolves were real after hearing legends/stories about them. She probably watched some werewolf movies as a kid and just accepted them as reality, just like she accepts Santa. Halloween would only reinforce this reality, when she encounters people dressing up as all kind of strange, fantastical and alternative things. (something something seeing people at Halloween who are Not Normal makes her feel more accepted and a part of something herself. another reason why she would believe that they're real, because she's Not Normal either and she's real.)

In regards to Nate, LMAO he's just in avoidance denial. He is Too Old For This and doesn't wanna do the work to recalibrate his entire understanding of the world just because werewolves exist. Hardison's doing enough of that for them all. So Nate doesn't really react to any of the werewolf talk. The rest of the team will start going off about it and he will redirect them back to whatever case they're on. When they grill him, he dodges the question constantly.

"Nate, you cannot ignore this any longer! Eliot's a werewolf!" "Hardison, we have bigger things to worry about here." "Bigger thi- ExcUSE ME??!? There is nothing bigger than this right now!" "Oh really?" -slide appears on screen- "BadGuy Pharmaceuticals have been selling contaminated antidepressant medication at cheaper prices to desperate people. The long term effects are setting in before anyone realises something's wrong." "Nate's right; their corporate retreat is this weekend. We only have a small window of opportunity to take them down." "Thank you, Eliot." "Yeah, except that won't work because the full moon is this weekend!" "Hardison, you'll have to take photos of the moon some other month. In the mean time, we have a con to run!" -Hardison, Parker and Sophie groan in disgust at Nate's constant denial. Eliot is quietly amused-

Despite all the avoidance, Nate totally has moments where he breaks a little and chooses to acknowledge Eliot's werewolf status, but only in was that will totally piss off Eliot. Such as whistling to get Eliot's attention, or when they're all back at HQ after a job, tired but successful, congratulating each other, and Nate just casually walks by Eliot and mutters a, "good boy" under his breath. Eliot resists the urge to stab and nearly bursts a vein. The dog jokes never get old.

re: "All I’m saying is the fact that someone isn’t talking to me about Eliot Spencer every second of every day is very unfair and borderline illegal." & tags - if you want to, can you elaborate on your werewolf!eliot ideas?? i’d like to hear about it!! if not all good tho :)

Oh boy oh boy oh boy! Yes I would love to elaborate! (buckle up because i have Thoughts)

(wow this really got away from me so uhhh .... warning for 2k of ranting about Eliot as a werewolf?? list of headcanons under the cut)

From the moment I first met Eliot Spencer, I knew he was werewolf-coded. Aside from his insanely fantastic fighting abilities and the absurd amount of punishment he can take, there are many other factors that contribute to his werewolf status.

Eliot needs a pack Our boy is out here working on his own for years and look at all the good it did him! None! He carries severe trauma from his family life because he blames himself for how it all went down and doesn't think he'll be welcomed back. Plus something probably happened during his military days or early PMC days to put him off working with others. Could have been the pain of losing people all the time, could have been something more. Either way, Eliot working on his own is a defence mechanism - but a self-destructive one.

Wolves thrive in packs - like duh, they're pack animals. As my username suggests, I'm into werewolves and, by extension, wolves. I've done research for my own werewolf novels in the past, so I know that in an average wolf pack, each pack member will have physical contact with the other pack members on the regular. Like, several times an hour! (gosh if I can find the research paper this info came from I'll link it but honestly it's been years) That's a serious level of physical contact required to keep the emotional bonds of the pack healthy!

Flick back to Eliot. He loves to fight, he loves the violence and the pain, yes. He hates the killing and the blood on his hands. He actually tries to leave the assassin world behind after he meets Toby (which is before he meets Moreau, as per early dialogue in The French Connection Job). He bonds quickly with Toby. Show Eliot a little love and care and he's yours for life! He moves onto retrieval work, then somehow ends up working for Moreau.

Now, when we see Eliot and Moreau in The Big Bang Job, Moreau says, "You work alone." Which means that Eliot had that reputation when he came to Moreau. He probably only took contracts to start off with. But he accepted job after job from Moreau and was so good that he was highly respect and it's inferred he ended up as Moreau's top bodyguard/assassin. Why the hell would Eliot end up that close to a man who brings out all the worst in him? Because Eliot's a werewolf and no matter how toxic, Moreau fulfills the need for a pack bond that he's been missing all this time.

Fast forward to Eliot meeting the rest of the Leverage team. One job only - my ass. He saves Hardison's life after Hardison brought a gun to their little meeting - and we all know how Eliot feels about guns.

Wolves are designed to live and operate in packs. Eliot says it's one job only but is bonding with them all from the get-go. Werewolf trait confirmed.

Eliot needs physical touch Now, I know what you're thinking. Eliot canonically avoids physical contact with the team. He refuses hugs, especially from Hardison, growls at Parker poking his bruises (don't get me started on the growls), and shoves people (ahem Parker) out of his personal space. So why would he do all this if he needs physical touch??

Because he's one gigantic ball of angst and self-loathing and guilt.

Eliot doesn't think he deserves forgiveness or love or family, etc. That is a whole other rant, but he denies himself the physical contact he needs with others as a way of punishing himself.

However, as the series progresses, we see him become more comfortable with physical contact! He hugs Hardison several times, he doesn't move away from Parker, etc. Why? Because he's bonded with this team (ahem pack) and there's only so much he can suppress his instincts. The more time he spends with them, the more naturally the contact flows.

Eliot needs to protect others Whenever we get a scene of the team walking as a group, where is Eliot positioned 90% of the time?? That's right, at the back of the group. He lets the others walk in pairs and falls back to bring up the rear. He's keeping them all in his line of sight and constantly scanning for threats ahead, along with protecting the team from any rear attacks. It makes sense for him to do this given his military background, but it also makes sense for a werewolf to do this.

He's the only werewolf in the team. His instincts revolve around keeping the pack safe and protected, so he does that in the best way he knows how.

Not to mention how feral gets over kids!!

Wolf life is all about the pack and the family structure. Pups are integral to the pack's survival and future. Eliot doesn't have kids of his own. But that doesn't stop his instincts from blaring every time he interacts with a kid, be it on the con or off. He takes time out every time to help that kid in an attempt to calm the raging storm of instincts inside his body.

Eliot needs to feed others It's another werewolf instinct that rears its head when they're in the safety of their headquarters (ahem den). Protecting the team/pack from physical threats is just one aspect of taking care of them. Feeding them is the other major one.

None of these idiots can cook to save their lives - except Nate, but he's also drowning his liver 90% of the time, so Eliot has to compensate for that, too. The team can't operate at full capacity if they're not consuming good nutrition. So Eliot makes sure to feed them.

His humanity recognises that these are independent people - coworkers - and he can't control every meal of every day. But he can cook for them, once a week or once a job, which is just enough to satisfy his instincts that he's doing his part to care for them. Plus they love his cooking, and the praise he gets from it is an unexpected but pleasant bonus.

Eliot and team sports/kitchens This ties in with my first point about Eliot needing a pack, but all the times we see Eliot go super hard and get absorbed in the role he's playing are when he's on a team sport or he's in the kitchen. Both of these fulfill super important instincts for him - being in a team/pack and providing food for others.

Think about The Tap-Out Job. Eliot's playing a fighter but he's not pretending to be on a team. He doesn't get over-invested in the role. But what about when he's a baseball player? A hockey player? He falls into those roles hard because he's working with another team again, and this little werewolf is built for that environment. Same in The French Connection: the kitchen becomes his den, the students are his pack mates, and he goes hard at investing in them and protecting them. Never mind the personal aspect of Toby.

Same for episodes like The Fairy Godparents Job when we get a scene of Eliot teaching a bunch of girls self-defence. Team setting + protecting kids = happy werewolf instincts.

So, werewolf headcanons? I have a lot of different origin theories but the main one I like for Eliot is:

he became a werewolf either for a covert military op, or was bitten by Moreau (choose your own angst flavour)

if it was for the military, they were trying to engineer supersoldiers and he was deemed a failure; he has werewolf instincts all the time but only has enhanced strength, healing, etc on full moons

if it was bitten by Moreau, there's a psychic-style bond linking them, which is why he was so loyal to Moreau for so long, and also why he is so reluctant to go after Moreau

(wow this is too different theories already and i said this was my 'main one' whoops)

Eliot can only shift easily on the full moon; shifting outside of a full moon can only be caused by extreme stress and is ridiculously painful

he suffers an insanely high prey drive all the time and is so strict about his control because he doesn't actually wanna rip out the throat of Random Guard #3

he used to chain himself up for full moons so he didn't hurt anyone, but since the team found out about him, Hardison and Parker have taken it upon themselves to 'puppy-sit' him every full moon

this involves no chains but an obscene amount of dog chew toys. Eliot is never impressed. He also never chases or chews the toys. The video evidence Hardison has was obviously doctored.

Hardison and Parker found out the truth when a con went sideways and Eliot was trapped in a room with them during the full moon

he was terrified he was going to kill them - or worse, bite them - but his instincts recognised them as pack so instead he just tried to wrestle with them all night

Hardison had a major freak out when he discovered Eliot was a werewolf - it's one thing to be obsessed with sci-fi/fantasy, it's another thing entirely to see your best friend transform before your eyes

Parker was not even remotely phased, being all like, "pfft of course werewolves are real, I thought you knew that Hardison, you talk about your elves and orcs all the time!"

"Woman that is completely different and you know it!"

"What else do you think is fake? The tooth fairy?? Ha!"

Eliot is Done With Their Shenanigans

Parker only ever refers to Eliot as Sparky when he's in his wolf form

Sophie didn't actually know about werewolves before the reveal but she pretends that she did

Nate knew about werewolves before Eliot, he just chooses to pretend that they're Not A Thing

werewolves generally don't make good hitters, because the constant exposure to violence ramps up their hunting instincts aka they find it hard not to kill

of course, this doesn't matter if you're someone like Moreau who specifically wants killing machines and thus turns his top hitters into werewolves, to ensure loyalty and enhance his strength

the only other werewolf hitter not under Moreau's control that Eliot knows is Quinn, who most certainly did not pull his werewolf strength punches when they tousled in The First David Job

Quinn doesn't have a pack (werewolf or otherwise) and genuinely doesn't seem phased by this, which pisses off Eliot to no end

however, after they work together in The Last Dam Job, Quinn deems himself Eliot's Best Werewolf Bud and keeps popping up randomly to hang out on full moons, etc

Parker and Hardison are a bit weirded out (and a little jealous) of Quinn's attention initially, but soon get over that when they discover that two werewolves on a full moon absolutely play for hours like 6 month old puppies - especially with the tug rope

Eliot is Extremely Susceptible to belly rubs even in his human form, which is half the reason he pushes people out of his personal space a lot - his reputation would never survive anyone finding out

of course the entire team figures it out and take to ambushing him with belly rubs whenever he's being stubborn or annoying

belly rubs are also the only way he will relax enough when he's injured so they can treat his wounds

despite the incessant dog jokes, the ever-growing pile of dog toys, and the bowls labelled with "Sparky" and cartoon bone symbols ... Eliot absolutely adores the pack he's found himself in and wouldn't change them for the world

One of these days I will sit down and write a thousand fics for werewolf!Eliot! Till then, I'll just keep churning out the headcanons ;)

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ethan landry ❀✿＊*

*＊✿❀ "I don't get it" 𓍊𓋼𓍊

Y/n's been through so many tutors for econ, and all of them have bailed on her. Today was her first day with Ethan Landry.

*＊✿❀ "Can't handle myself" ⚠ ꒷꒦

After killing yet another person, Ethan can't handle himself around you.

*＊✿❀ "All yours" ⚠ ꒷꒦

You're left home alone with your stepbrother Ethan.

*＊✿❀ Unwanted encounter ⚠ ꒷꒦

Ethan your econ partner, loves the idea of taking your virginity.

*＊✿❀ Brat ⚠

Ethan was sick of your bratting and decided to punish you.

*＊✿❀ Footlong ⚠

Ethan, a boy you bullied in highschool, sees you at a frat party and is hungry for revenge.

*＊✿❀ Empty Promises ⚠

You think bratty Ethan deserves a little punishment.

*＊✿❀ bf ghostface ethan headcanons ꒷꒦

Ethan manipulating you to stay with him.

*＊✿❀ Valentine's Day 𓍊𓋼𓍊 ⚠

Taking Ethan's virginity on valentine's day.

*＊✿❀ clingy ethan blurb 𓍊𓋼𓍊

Ethan not letting you out of bed in the morning :)

*＊✿❀ Ghostface's Good Girl ⚠

Your stalker, Ethan, couldn't hold back one night and went inside your house to take what was his.

*＊✿❀ Awkward ⚠

Sex with a mutual friend becomes regrettable.

*＊✿❀ “What? I was at Econ.” ⚠ ꒷꒦

Ethan finds you drunk in an alley, and he isn't as kind as he seems.

*＊✿❀ dumbification blurb ⚠

js me thirsting over the idea

nate jacobs ❀✿＊*

*＊✿❀ "Fuck Maddy" ⚠

Nate fucks you at a party in a way to get back/over his ex.

*＊✿❀ Brother's best friend ⚠ 

You see Nate, who you're not so fond of, at your house hanging out with your brother.

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Imprisoned, Impressioned: Nathan Drake x Reader

Summary: As a Panamanian prison guard, you signed on the dotted line that you'd never take bribes, never bring prisoners off grounds, and never beat on/off inmates. But for one, you just might make an exception. So long as he stays in his cage. Notes: Explicit. Gender neutral reader. B0ndage, fem/male-dom, r*mming. Cause that's his bussy, folks, don't get it twisted. (Get it plunged.)

“God, you’re such a fucking brat.” 

Nate snorts in a wavering smirk in reaction, stabilizing a cocky grin as best he possibly can. 

But his best seems to be quickly deteriorating in quality. 

“I distinctly remember telling you we’d only keep this up if you stayed out of trouble.” Your busy tongue shapes words around a threatening tone, fingers drifting mindlessly where you spread him open, but Nate’s quick to wiggle his hips— cute, and fucking irresistible— to coax you back in. 

“Really? Because what you actually do kinda seems to imply the opposite.”

And he’s right. 

You rove and search memory, only to find no occurrence where he wasn’t sporting a newly-earned bruise, a flinching face from a black eye, blood still speckled where his lip had been split from a particularly well-aimed punch. And he’s right. you only gave him this when he misbehaved. 

Punishment, you convince yourself. 

Comfort, your better mind argues.

Like a band-aid you administer, a kiss where it hurts. Maybe you only offered such a thing in the aftermath of cruelty. Defend from the bullies when he claims he needs no defense. 

Even though he does.

“Do you mind taking these off? Wrists starting to ache a bit—”

And he sounds so earnest when he says it that you almost move, relinquish to give him what he asks for. But you’re no idiot. He may be cute— you won’t lie and say you don’t feel some sort of affection for him, no matter how tart and mistrustful— but you’re grounded enough in your conviction to know he always has an ulterior motive. 

“Good. It’ll build some strength. You’ll want this position again. you can tell.”

You learned quickly not to play coy with Nathan. He liked blunt. He liked vulgar. He liked when you told him to shut up after a quip and called him ‘pretty boy’ with a sharp, teasing tone and forced him as deep as his legs could possibly go, ignoring when he’d grunt discomfortedly. He liked it when you called him out on his bullshit. He liked it when you knew what he wanted before he did.

And just like you expected it would, his cock jumps with an excited, anticipatory twitch. Of course he’ll want this again. He likes being held open. He likes being held down. 

But before he can hop in with some sort of pathetic, half-hearted joke, you pry his legs wide and delve back inside. Tongue lapping pink and untethered between his thighs, where his hole puckers sweet, wet, and where he has no choice but to sigh in pleasure. you kiss him there like you’re kissing him— because we’ve never kissed before and frankly have no reason to— and this is a lovely consolation prize. He tastes tangy, stings of soap after-tasting between your lips because he always keeps himself nice and clean for you. You could only be so lucky to one day watch for yourself as he props one foot up on the shower bar, examines himself in the fogging mirror, razor in hand, and fantasizes about what you’d prefer, what you’d desire, what you’d want best against your tongue. What would make you bring him back sooner next time.

Maybe one day you can convince the Lieutenant to transfer your post to the male showers so you can watch for yourself. 

“So good…” His groan rumbles deep and dark down his belly, breath desperate, gasping uneven at a pleasure soaked in only on barren grasses on the outer perimeter, where they forget to water it because no one ever, ever goes out that far. Your passion exists in secret, exists only in handcuffs and lies you hold better than any truth when you tell the other guards you’re only planning to rough him up a bit. When you feel like treating yourself, pushing past the boundaries of where your waning shyness crumbles, you allow your palm to brush past denim— old bloodstains aged to a grainy brown— to squeeze his naked chest between your claws. He’s fit, he’s young, he’s nimble, he’s beautiful. And whatever he’ll let you hold, whatever he’ll let you touch, you will. 

Your tongue dips deeper, pushes past pucker with little resistance— you always wonder if he preps himself for you first, skin stinging freezing cold against the steel toilet bowl and leg hiked high over the toilet paper rack, how many cigarettes must he trade for olive oil, lotion, vaseline, fucking anything— and he croons sounds just as impassioned as his daily fist fights. 

Fights you sometimes let go just a hair too long to enjoy the sounds he makes: pained and giving pain near identical. Though the pained ones have always been a personal favorite. 

Again— he likes being held down.

And the wispy laugh that bubbles past his lips when the fight is finally broken up never suggests anything different.

This can never go on long enough for you— suspicion is born quickly in the likes of a Panamanian jail— so you always need to draw things to a close far, far sooner than you’d like. Your fingers reluctantly reach up to grasp his cock between them, stroke him just how you know he likes, be quick about it because he always either comes way too fast or takes just a little too long, and you always have to split the difference.

He groans delicious at your mercy, nails digging contradictorily merciless into the skin you long to taste, but never have the time to. One day you’ll leave him hard from foreplay and nothing else, abandon him aching and more desperate for next time. And next time, maybe you’ll make him eat you out. The image of his sweet, strikingly blue eyes gazing up at you from between your legs imprints in your weak-willed mind and steers the rhythm of your fist faster. How fucking adorable he is, how scrappy, how witty, how bratty, how you love the sounds he makes, how you love his skin pinching pink between your fingers, how the thought of one day marking him even deeper drives you wild. 

Your tongue points, swallows, and savors for one final taste, before skating further along to foreign territories. And you distract him with quicker speeds, tightened grip, because you’re the same: 

You always have an ulterior motive.

“Fuck—” His moans transcend into higher octaves, just like they do when he’s close, and his feet scramble for purchase, legs bending and stretching and flailing until you have to force them back up into position. Be good, babyboy. Stay where you want you. A gasp suddenly squeezes from his overworked lungs, a product likely of his precarious positioning, and there’s one second where you almost fear you’ll drop him. But your chest is quick to push forward and prop him back upright, keep him vertical, give him support until he comes in your arms. He breaks out into a wistful wisp of moan at the movement.

Yeah. Yeah, you’re definitely gonna want this position again.

And when he finally does come, you squeeze his thighs between your arms just before he can tip over— even though the sick satisfaction of a ruined orgasm, the sight of him falling hard and fast and unfair into the dirt below, always sounds like a fun idea on paper. Your own brand of cruelty is usually more playful than sadistic. But eh, watching him come uninterrupted isn’t so bad, either. 

You drive your pace fast and consistent, and don’t stop even when you feel him coast languidly down your wrist. He always keeps bucking into your fist— hedonistic and somewhat masochistic— even when it must start to edge on the side of pain. Nate chases his pleasure because it’ll run out far too soon, it’s always far too soon, and something tells you he wants to impress. Prove to you a stamina that prolongs, even when you always deny his request to let him inside. Or maybe even a volume, to prove just how much he’s willing to give, how much his body will supply for your tongue to swallow up later— salty and warm and satisfactory because you earned it fair and square. 

He comes a lot— but maybe he’s just trying to beat a personal record.

His final wail gives way to heaving pants, stomach tightening and relenting and tensing and back again, and his pleasure is so thorough that he drops limp in your hands. Little death, indeed. Nate dies in your arms as you gift him one last kiss there in a sweet finality, remind him of what he’ll receive in a couple days if you’re feeling nice, a couple weeks, a couple months if you’re feeling cruel. Taste him again because you love the thought of being inside him-– and the feeling of him around your tongue will be enough masturbation fodder to last you the better part of a week. Until next time. Until he gives you something even better to imagine.

“Woof…” Nate smiles doey-eyed and serene, and you can’t help the cocky, self-satisfied smirk that eases itself across your face. He looks fucking adorable— all blissed-out and rosy red and still slightly throbbing between your fingers with an overeager abandon. 

Yeah… maybe you’ll be nicer this time around. Because you already know how violently you’re going to miss the sight of him like this. 

“Crap, that felt so fucking good.” 

Your teeth clamp teasingly into his thigh, flirty in a way you almost never allow, and he giggles. He fucking giggles. And you want to slap yourself for how quick your heart squeezes around such a delicious sound. you want to hold it longer. Wring it out of him faster. And against all reasoning, you want more of it. 

But there’s no time. There’s no trust. You can never let on such a feeling. 

This can only last so long as you keep control, so long as you keep distance.

But as soon as you lay his legs back to rest— he grunts when his body makes such an abrupt transfer of weight— Nate presses out into the unknown, and asks the only thing that would bridge the distance before you can push it back apart. Just as you finish lifting his slacks back up around his hips, zipping him closed (a common courtesy that may even be too tender by your standards), he sighs relieved and sweet before you can grapple him back to standing:

“...What? Not even a goodbye kiss?”

Oh god.

The freedom awarded by ecstasy has made him dumb. He has no idea what he’s even asking for. And for the fifteen additional seconds of bravery he has left, before his orgasm leaves him in a cold sweat and he begs you to not take him back, he’ll convince himself that this is a good idea. 

He’ll convince himself that his joke is hilarious and he’s a better actor than he actually is. Because, even if you actively tried to ignore it, his wavering breath sticks out like a sore thumb. He can’t make the words sound natural, casual, suave in the way he must want them to. There’s something overzealous about it. And your stomach clenches at how your initial reaction to this isn’t repulsion.

But also, in the now ten seconds of bravery he has left, he’ll convince himself that a kiss will only make the sex better. That it won’t ruin it and he won’t mind the taste of himself on your tongue and the idea of adding feelings to the mix will be a good idea. Because, yes, oh my god, Nate, how fucking brilliant of you, yes, let’s add feelings to the mix. You know, I always thought prison bathrooms were so romantic. What a lovely getaway. Why not retire and raise kids in the handicapped stall while we’re at it?!

But his lips look so soft. Unbearably so. One corner is slightly chapped, skin peeling from a still-healing cut, and the instinct to kiss it better overwhelms, dizzy and sickening in just how badly you want to pursue it into reality. The idea of wanting him nauseates, terrifies. But the desire to give in, to taste for yourself the tantalizing beauty that always hovers just a little too far out of reach, is stronger.

When you two meet, it’s terrible and you hate it. 

Because it’s fucking electric. 

…

Shit. 

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

You break away before you can dwell on it, praying you’ve satisfied him enough to never ask again, but the residue stings clear across your lips. 

It was good. It was a good kiss. 

Nate’s eyes flutter back open just a second too late— and his lungs die on an inhale he must’ve thought he wouldn’t be privy to so soon. But the reaction is evident, etched along his face. It was a good kiss. 

And he fucking noticed.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

His lips curl with a dazed sort of satisfaction, just in the way you feared they would. But his eyebrows jump, too, confusion just as much as pleasure, eyes reading you for something more. Clearly something has to be said, and you pray you're the one to say it first. ‘Okay, up and at ‘em.’ ‘Nice try, but never again.’ ‘Take a picture, it’ll last longer.’ ‘You’re a rat and you hate you, asswipe.’ ‘This can never, ever, ever happen again. And fuck you for even trying, Nathan Drake, if that even is your real name—’

But you’re too slow, and Nate’s chest rises in an abrupt inhale that signals he’s beat you to the punch.

Oh god. Don’t say anything. Don’t say anything. 

But he does. Of course, he does. Even with a sock in his mouth, rope, tape, palm, he’ll find some way to talk (and trust, every single one— and then some— has already been tried). 

“...One more?”

You just didn’t think that was going to be his answer.

There is one moment of absolute terror. The split second of doubt on the deep end diving board. He must know this is a terrible idea. He has to know. There’s no way his orgasm was so good that he completely lost touch with reality. The silence stretches endless and icey. And you can tell the feeling is mutual.

But then, all of a sudden, his fallen face splits, smiles uplifting into something familiar. Cheeky. Safe.

“I’m just messing with you.”

And a laugh escapes before you can even register exactly what you’re feeling. 

The feeling is relief. 

Yeah, that’s it. Relief trickles in and cools your blood back down to sanity. Fucking asshole gave you a goddamn heart attack. You deliver him a curt punch to the shoulder to release the remaining tension, but he laughs it off as soon as it lands. And how sweet his laughter is only makes you want to punch him harder. 

Little brat is much cuter with his mouth closed. And far, far away from yours.

You grab hold onto his handcuffs and wrestle him back to standing— a motion he leans into far more reluctantly than usual— his throat still fluttering with an excess giggle.

“Come on, champ, let’s get you back home. Nobody’s gonna be missing me, but they sure as hell are gonna be missing you.”

“Aww, don’t say that…”

His facetiously tender tone dribbles like slow caramel down your back as he twists his neck to face you, and he drops a bomb that almost makes you die at his feet. 

“I know I will.”

…Fucking brat. 

Yeah, you’ll make sure to bring him back sooner this time. Fucking definitely. Give him a spank or two for good measure. Let him kiss you again— and this time bite his lip til’ it bleeds. Give him a wound of your own. A mark of your own.

But then again, none of that would really be punishment for either of you, would it?

And just before you can shove him back into the courtyard, he tilts down to whisper in your ear:

“Please don’t make me wait so long next time… ma’am.”

Oh.

Oh god.

Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head, Nathan. 

…

I won’t.

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The metallic walls sting matte and clouded with a heavy steam, lungs thick and breath difficult. Lust and peace lie reclined in humidity. After a startlingly quick release down the shower drain, a simple purpose rather than a prolonged pleasure— he tries not to think too hard about why he always curses himself for finishing so soon, or what reasons he has to prefer saving such a deeper pleasure for later— Nate points his focus back to the basics. He never bothered with anything fancy. The money Sully wired them was only ever used for band-aids, Tylenol, and whatever shitty coffee the commissary kept stocked (“None of these rats are ever gonna catch me sleeping,” Sam would say with a suspicious side-eye), which meant nice shampoo was off the table. But suddenly Nate was rethinking it. 

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he started making sure he smelled good. Looked good, too. 

…But for who? 

A pestering question he always ignored the answer to.

He scrubs up his chest generously, barely even notices when he catches the tail end of a peeling scab, absent-minded and letting his thoughts run to nothing and nowhere. This was his only time of peace and solitude— why waste it with thinking? Why waste it when the next black eye, cut knee, broken rib was probably already outside waiting for him?

But as his hands drift downward, reaching to clean between his legs, he abruptly flinches. 

…Huh. 

That’s weird.

Now, Nate was no stranger to violent wounds he didn’t notice till later on— he could almost consider them a friendly confidant, a toxic sort of lover— but this one was especially disconcerting. A dull, tingling pain on his inner thigh. A strange place to not notice getting wounded. 

He shakes his head and tries to ignore it— maybe he had just scratched himself during a particularly vivid nightmare— but when his palm moves low, he winces even harder. 

…What the fuck?

It’s bigger than he thought. A lot bigger. And the ache is sharp enough to make him completely drop his soap when he touches it. 

Okay, seriously, what the fuck?!

Nate abandons all motivation, turns tail out of the stall, and leaves his bar of soap to linger lonely on the shower floor. He has to know what’s going on. Allergic reaction? A sneak attack while he slept? Fucking STDS?

But when he reaches the bathroom mirror, levees his leg up to catch the culprit, his stomach drops. 

And his cock twitches in unexpected interest.

Because there, stained across the inner side of his left thigh— drawn across his skin in lovingly littered hickies— is the unmistakable, pink-purple bruised shape of the first letter of your name. A brand. A claim.

A mark of your own.

“ ...Shit.”

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[puppypeter]

You know I love possessive/jealous/growly guard dog Roy as much as the next gal, but I think we're all forgetting the potential of rabid-super-fan-who's-literally-living-out-his-childhood-fantasy-and-will-therefore-stop-at-NOTHING-to-protect-it Jamie.

And like, let us not forget!! Roy is still ROY FUCKING KENT!!! He may be retired from footbal but I REFUSE to believe that there aren't still ppl who are gagging for a piece of THAT action.

Picture this: a new transfer arrives at Richmond. Great!! Seems like a cool guy!!! A bit on the younger side, a bit naive, and he is clearly absolutely star struck at being coached by THE Roy Kent. He's the flustered, blushy, wide-eyed type of fan, almost too shy to speak to Roy directly who practically swoons every time Roy gives him PERSONAL advice. And PRAISE??? This kid is panting for it, bruh. Totaaaall teachers pet.

And while Roy's not encouraging anything, he's also not blind. The kids crush is VERY obvious, and Roy's first instinct is to shut that shit down fast, but he learned his lesson about being a grumpy twat asshole to people who idolise him and he doesn't wanna hurt the kids feelings, especially since he's the Head Coach now, so he just politely ignores it.

Cut to Jamie fucking Kubrick Staring this fresh young thing down in the locker room, literally seconds away from ripping the fucking lockers off the walls because who the actual fuck does this little baby slut brat think he is???!!!! Drooling over Roy when it is so fucking obvious that Roy is HIS!!!! The spoiled only child / bratty sub rise up within Jamie and cannot be contained. The locker room turns into a crossover between Mean Girls and a dog fighting ring.

Best part about this idea is it can either be established!RoyJamie OR this new threat could be the instigating factor Jamie needs to mark his territory and jump Roy's bones.

I can totally picture Jamie sweetly inviting the new kid out to go clubbing as a welcome to the team type thing,,, only to sit in Roy's lap, practically performing a fucking floor show the entire time they're ther, smirking at the gobsmacked and bitterly envious newbies face every chance he gets because 'You. Fucking. WISH.'

(Roy would obviously drag Jamie home and punish him for being a smug fucking brat and a needy little cock tease, but it is SO worth it to flounce into training the next day and show off all the bruises Roy left on him, just to reaaaallly rub salt in the wound. Sorry new kid, the only one living out a wattpad y/n celebrity self-insert fanfic is JAMIE. Eat your fucking heart out ❤️)

uuuuuhhh I love this idea

I think a lot of jealousy in royjamie fic is based around keeley like in canon vs other external threats

So I absolutely love a new "puppy" coming in, Jamie not being considered one anymore (he's not the youngest but close) and now there is a new fresh faced talented player everyone welcomes and pays more attention to and he is just so jealous

And he thinks he is retreating to being old angry bitchy jamie but then he realises it has very little to do with football. He is happy the team has a new talented striker, especially now that that is not his focus with total football. And that all the jealousy and these feelings he has towards the new kid are entirely because of roy.

And roy has been really nice, trying to be a good coach and be more-lasso and welcoming. Him and jamie had to stop the 4am sessions because he has so much more to do and he trusts jamie he can do it by himself and he's matured so much. VS jamie feels like he's being left behind / maybe roy doesn't care about me anymore and he can't see that actually roy just has so much confidence in him and pretty much considers him equal in terms of footie now (there's a parallel to ted and nate there)

But jamie starts acting all bratty and pricklish until he snaps and kisses him and then it all makes sense

And roy admits he 100% does not have eyes for an 18 year old because he's just so horny for jamie having become so confident (the good kind) and competent and efficient and he gets a boner just by seeing him play lmao

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies! Some about the ADeuce comic from the other day, some are twst-related, some are a little more random. Not a lot today…

Anonymous asked:

You both ok? You haven’t posted as much the past couple days?

Yeah, we’re good! We just skipped replies yesterday because we were busy + yesterday’s drawing post has a mature content label, so maybe it’s not showing in your feed… A good time to remind to turn it on in your settings if you haven’t and want to see it.

We might skip a day every now and then, don’t worry about us too much. If something important or bad happens, we’ll let you know! Or, if we’re silent for at least two or three days in a row, that might be your queue to start getting worried lol

Pro-crass-i-nate asked:

I love how not one of the twist boys owns and wears waterproof makeup.

Love all your art btw <3

I know right? One would think that with how much water activities they’re having all the time they would at least use magic to waterproof it.

But unfortunately for them, I have my own unique magic, and its entire purpose is to un-waterproof their mascara so I can draw Deuce or Vil crying beautifully.

Thank you btw <3

scrivenger-grimgar asked:

reminded me of your art, cause he like slowly approaches azul slowly and like just hunches over him with his evil grin <3

Ahhh, this entire segment!! <3 Idia teasing Azul and Malleus just standing there, not helping Azul at all and even making it worse~ Idia is such a little (tall) brat sometimes. I love this scene a lot.

Thank you for reminding us of it + I am very happy it reminded you of my art!! <3

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

I agree Ace! Deuce looks good!!!

Hehe yes! Being a nerd suits him…

icedefloweringtornado asked:

Ace don’t talk as if you’re not thinking about cuming all over Deuce’s glasses.

This is what he is going to be thinking about, no joke. The only time he didn’t fall asleep during Trein’s lecture… because his mind was imagining things very vividly…

Anonymous asked:

I want to wreck Lilia’s ancient ass…or he can wreck me. I’m pretty open.

S- Should I give him your number?

Anonymous asked:

I don’t understand why proshippers would have to say they don’t support those things in real life. That’s like asking someone who writes about serial murderers to tell us whether they support murder in rl. Like, duh 🙄

(related to this post)

Yeah, it really doesn’t make sense and kind of sucks. But then again, unfortunately it’s nothing new – Katsu told me about an hour ago about how Scorsese was criticised for not taking a moral stance against the main character of The Wolf of Wall Street lol So we’re not the first and not the last people to keep seeing it until the end of time...

[stvrnss]

MOVIE NIGHT

Fem!reader × Dom!chris

Summary: you were invited to a movie night with Chris, Matt, nick, madi and nate and "coincidentally" got paired with Chris to share a blanket, can you keep quiet?

warning: smut, fingering, cursing and moaning?

As you knocked on the door, a similar face answered it, it was nick, your favourite triplet ofcourse. It's not because he's gay and you feel like you have a connection with him because you like the same gender, no it was nothing like that.

It was because, ever since your moms got you guys, they've raised you guys together. Even though you, nick, matt and Chris hung out together, nick has always gotten more along with you, yes you love Matt and Chris, they are your friends too but you and nick were just closer

As the door opened nick gave you a tight hug "oh my godddd y/n I. Have. The. Biggest. Shit. To. Talk. About." Nick said leaving a space between every word that came out of his mouth, "after the movie?" You asked. You were pretty sure they were gonna make you wait the night and you would probably sleep in nicks room "After the movies"

As you walked into the room you saw Nate and Madi laying down next to eachother, Chris on his phone, on the bed and matt on the bean bag. "Guys look who finally came" "Y/N" everyone says in unison

"guys did you leave me a spot?" You asked as nick sat near Matt, Matt nodded and pointed at chris "you guys will be sharing the blanket" he said. You didn't really mind it cause it was normal between you and the boys

You turned to Chris and saw him playing with the phone you went over and slapped it out of his hands "heyyy what was that for?" "we are gonna watch a damn movie" you said sitting next to him, getting under the blanket "you could've have used that little mouth of yours, you know?" He said making my eyes roll

"What are we even watching" i said, as matt responded "scream" you felt kinda bummed since they knew you didn't like horror stuff

As the movie started you zoned out thinking about how unfair it was, last time you guys had a movie night we had to change the movie cause of Madi but they can't think about your preferences?

As you were zoned out you flinched just a little as an arm wrapped around your waist, alot of people might think it's weird for friends to do that but it was normal for you guys "hey? You good?" Chris asked you in a whisper, you could feel his hot breath against your ear "Yeah I'm fine" you spat out, knowing it was quite obvious you were kind upset

Chris just sighed, he knew something was wrong but he just couldn't really figure out what "c'mon y/n what is it? I know something is up" you shook your head and looked back at his face, he was right behind you, so you were basically leaning onto him "yeah Chris I'm fine" you spat out not focusing on anything he said just drowned in you own thoughts

However you snapped out of when you felt yourself getting pulled onto Chris's lap your back hitting his chest "Chris what are you doi-" you got cut off when he whispered into your again making his hot breath known "shush seriously focus on the fucking movie"

"Chris you know I don't like horror movies for fuck sake" you finally spat in a angry whisper "is that why you were upset" he asked you but you started ignoring him "c'mon y/n answer" he nudged your back with his chest a little but you kept ignoring her

Until you felt his hand grip your thigh "fine, let's see if you can keep quiet? Huh? since you wanna do it so bad" his hands went higher and higher "can you keep quiet?" The way his tone change made your pussy soo wet, all you wanted was his fingers deep inside you, you let out quiet soft moan

"fucking brat, when i tell you to talk you don't but when i ask you to keep quiet you make these slutty noises? Huh?" He said loud enough for only me to hear, making your panties even more wet "huh? That's what I thought"

You just kept your mouth shut, the next few minutes Chris didn't even speak his hand was still on your inner thigh, he didn't move it but a few minutes later his hand went higher positioning his two fingers on your clothed clit, making a shiver run down your spine

He made circular motions slowly around your clit "shit...." You muttered as Chris heard he made his movement faster "Chris stop" you moaned in a low voice it was barely audible due to the movie

"Gosh you really can't shut that pretty little mouth, huh?" He put his hand under your skirt slowly and carefully making sure no one noticed what was going on under the shared blanket

He felt the fabric of your panties "damn, baby I didn't know you were a lace girl" just after he said that he pushed your panties panties aside slowly sliding his two fingers through your wet folds making you want more but you didn't wanna admit

"so wet already?" He brought his fingers carefully to his mouth timing the action when no one was looking, after he licked his fingers he brought it back to your wet pussy, he teased your entrance

you got a little frustrated and moaned a little, obviously quietly so the others won't hear the movie was pretty loud so even if you moaned a little louder it would have been fine

"a little impatient, aren't we?" You said nothing but let out a whiney moan again "come on baby tell me what you need, do you want my fingers in your pretty little pussy?" All you did was nod for him to immediately push two fingers in you

You almost gasped but you kept yourself in control but he was so ready to ruin that, he started pumping his fingers in and out, but at the moment all you could think about is how his saliva is in your pussy

"keep quiet for me, ma" he said speeding his pace "shit Chris.." was all you could get out but all he can think about is the noises he can get out of you if you guys were alone

You were getting closer and closer trying to control your moans your hands clutched the fabric under you as he paced up again, all you could do now is pray that the others don't at your direction

"c-close." You muttered stuttering as you fell your walls clench around his fingers "shit I can feel you clenching around my fingers baby" he sped up wanting to make you cum fast

"c'mon baby give it to me" my mouth opened in a 'O' shape but obviously you didn't make a sound, you felt yourself clench around him even more

"baby just let go for me" as he said that I came, soaking his finger with your milky cum "shit Chris." You said as you let yourself collapse onto his chest, your back hitting it

"still mad?" He asked you in a cocky tone, cause he actually knew why you were mad even though you didn't confirm it

"Yes, yes I am" I knew I was getting myself into more trouble "I guess we'll have to fix that when we are alone" he said as he carefully pulled his wet fingers out of your pussy, he carefully looked to see if anyone was watching, then he licked his fingers clean and fixed your panties, pulling the fabric back to the center

"by the way I hope you know you're mine now" he whispered into your ear wrapping his arms around your waist

Hii I'm a new writer sorry if there's any mistakes

[loominggaia]

I wonder how Cerulea's kids would get along with Oberon's kids? Or Marghan?

Good question! I doubt Cerulea allows her kids to interact with foreign nobles in their leisure time, but I'm sure they do interact sometimes at international royal galas. These galas can take place anywhere on Gaia, most often at castles or convention centers. They're opportunities for nobles to network with eachother, find spouses for their heirs, and show off their wealth.

Lazuline: Would probably get along well with Winnie because they're both quiet, nerdy, and bookish. Marghan would annoy her and Hestal would absolutely disgust her.

Saphirra: Would totally go clubbing with Blomi and Marghan. Thinks Jaq is hot and tries to slob his knob every time she sees him, but he's not having it. One, because he's not really attracted to women. Two, because she's creepy in an uncanny "Stepford Wives" kind of way. Three, because he heard what happened to her eight ex-husbands and is smart enough to realize this ho is straight up radioactive lol.

Teal: Refuses to get chummy with any of these dirty barbaric foreigners because Mommy Dearest(tm) wouldn't like it. Makes a show of acting really rude to them at galas, but only when Cerulea is watching. It's only a matter of time before she triggers Hestal's bad temper and he upends a whole feast table on top of her. Not "if", but "when".

Cyana: She's intrigued by Marghan because he has the wild, free, adolescence she wishes she had. I could see her naively following him around and getting into trouble because of it. She'd also get along with OJ because they're both misunderstood and have a ton of parental pressure on them. Also, a couple different people have said they think OJ is nonbinary (he must have a vibe or something lol), and if that's the case then Cyana might relate to him on that level, as Oberon would not accept OJ's gender identity just like Cerulea wouldn't accept Cyana's homosexuality.

Marine: She and Trista would be BFFs. Trista has a dominant, manipulative personality and Marine is more of a naïve follower, so I imagine they have a "Rocky and Mugsy" dynamic going on. They're destructive enough alone, but together they become an unstoppable storm of chaos. They cause a scene at every royal gala they attend, and their antics destroyed an entire convention center at least once. Trista would try to convince Marine to help her kill her little brother Nate, and Marine is so desperate for friendship that she'd probably agree to it. (But of course Marine fucks up everything she does, so she sabotages Trista's plans and Natey Potatey lives to see another day!)

Skylie: Skylie is a friendly and polite girl who gets along with just about everyone she meets (or at least tries to). She finds foreign people fascinating because she's always sheltered in her little palace life. She would be particularly interested in Winnie because they both love reading. Skylie would want to help Blomi solve the Mystery of the Wailing Halls in Folkvar Castle, and together they might just free Sygbarne from her tower. One person Skylie doesn't get along with is the little brat Trista, and she would try to protect Nate from her. She would like to know the other royal offspring too, but since she's just a little girl, most of them aren't interested in talking to her...except Goryx, that evil fuck. He's a huge book nerd and so is Skylie, so I could imagine him preying on that to lure her into joining the Crescent Cult. Promising her unlimited knowledge and power, and she gets to wear a pretty mask! Skylie's read too many fantasy books about evil wizards to fall for his bullshit though. She probably kicks him in the nuts, tells security, and gets him booted from the function lol.

Cobalt: Nate and Trista are the only ones remotely close to Cobalt's age, but I don't think he'd get along with them because they actually act like kids, and he acts like...well, a highly neurotic adult. This kid's anxiety is so bad and his childhood is so strict. Especially since his mother and grandmother scare him with Lindist scripture, telling him how evil non-commoners and foreigners are, so he'd be terrified of everyone he encountered.

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Some info on each of the fics under the cut:

Liliana/Katie, Dob POV: length — not much more than 2k I imagine; Dob is bound, gagged, blindfolded, absolutely enjoying hearing the two women whom he loves love each other. Only vaguely started, I have a start of the scene in my head

Edvard/Astor: length — long, at least one academic paper/patent description, purely out of desire to see what I can do with the format and if I can convey the intense gay yearning through academic rivalry. Exists solely as a fun idea in my head right now

Garnet/Edie: length — aiming at 5k, but not married to that number; Garnet is teaching Edie how to play poker, and while Edie is not skilled with the cards, she can definitely use her people-reading skills and other assets to bluff or at least make Garnet lose. Currently in research stage of how the hell does one play poker and which one would be most logical to have in Weird West

Nate & Delacy: length — ~1k; I just think that Nate deserves to have fun with his undead disposition and I bet he can teach Delacy old pranks and they can create new ones together. A fun idea I had while brainstorming, but definitely gonna be on the shorter side, as I haven't thought about it past having that idea

Morven/Robin: length — ~1.5k, but could grow longer; at a start of spring festival in a chill time between scouting missions Robin just wants to enjoy the music, but gets dragged unwillingly into the "mind palace" where he finally meets Morven and somehow convinces her to relax for at least ten minutes and enjoy the music with him. This one's being written, but very slowly, currently at something like 250-ish words

Cressida/Robin: length — truly couldn't even hazard a guess; pet play. this one is pet play. Robin needs to understand that he is better than a dog that took his job, so why not try becoming a better dog? Cressida is only willing to help out here, no ulterior motives here, no sir! Has an opening paragraph, but it's gonna have to be rewritten anyway, I want to expand it into a proper relationship exploration

Morven/Cressida: length — however long it takes for them to understand that they love each other even if they hate each other; what happens when you get two magical brats bickering? a proper love-hate relationship, apparently. they will save each other, they're gonna reach out for each other before anyone else from the party, they bicker constantly about the other's magic source and way of using it, they secretly adore each other and hate that fact about themselves. Has some ideas jotted down, will probably necessitate a rewatch of the campaign

EDIT because I just remembered it!! IdleChampions: Fury of the Black Rose, Miria/Merilwen. Let these two be friends and have some incredibly raw sex just out of pure need to unwind! Let Merilwen enjoy another addition to her evil partners roster!

also, screw it, main tagging, because why not. if you want to write (or do anything else fun with) any of these prompts yourselves — feel free! the more art the merrier the fandom!

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

Thank you for the ask cig 🥰🥰I appreciate you very much 💝💝

Growing Up, Strand Style - Rated: M Word Count: 309, 336 (and counting)/Canon-Compliant AU - A very, very in-depth look at TK's childhood in New York; canon compliant with one caveat; he has a sister Sophie, who was born when he was five. When their parents divorced, TK is eight and Sophie is three. Sophie arrives in Texas in what would be season two; chapters weave between New York timeline and Texas timeline. I don't even know where to begin- this fic is everything to me. It is the embodiment of you have to write the fic you would want to read. Basically, I love the Strand family so much. I love how much they love each other so much. I hate how little time we have with TK's mother in canon. I wanted to fix that. Also I loved the idea of TK being someone's big brother. And I love my OC so, SO MUCH. I wasted so much time trying, literally begging people to read this fic-I'm finally done doing that. I am very proud of this fic. It’s 's very long. I don't know how to shut up. I don't intend to be done with it any time soon. There are a lot of pop culture references that are era appropriate. The last ten posted chapters all run at least 10K. If you do take a chance and read it, I promise you will have my heart forever.

Close Call - Rated: G Word Count: 4,044 - Hurt/Comfort - When TK's car is being repaired, he takes Carlos's car to visit a new friend. Carlos worries when TK doesn't come home on time. Inspired by beautiful artwork done by @heartstringsduet, which once I had seen it, it didn't leave my head. Very fun to write because Carlos is very much a worrier and his husband is not. And because Carlos loves that car; but nothing matters as much to him as his TK does.

You Learn Something New Every Day - Rated: NR Word Count: 3,056 Fluff/crack/humor - TK notices that Carlos is stressed their place is too cluttered and offers to help. Carlos learns that "help" means that TK has been selling things on Facebook Marketplace. Carlos learns this from a stranger who shows up at their place to buy something from TK. This is just fun and silly and inspired by this bit from Nate Bargatze- because TK loves his husband and wants to help, even though that usually means raising his husband's blood pressure unintentionally.

Captain Judd - Rated: M Word Count: 6,743 Discipline fic - When Judd is acting captain and TK disobeys his orders on a call, Judd deals with it. Turns out, these fics are really very fun for me to write. TK is such a brat in the best way, and Judd (and Carlos) both just have authority coming out of their beautiful pores and much concern for keeping TK safe (I very much understand this is not everyone's thing. If it is your thing, I think this is my best one of these/ but there's several others as well).

Sometimes Love is Lizards - Rated: NR Word Count: 5,908 Fluff/Humor - TK cajoles Carlos into accompanying him to a reptile convention. When they attend, TK is on cloud nine; Carlos is... not. I have about six of the TK and animals fics but I feel this is the best one. Carlos loves his baby so much and wants to see him happy, and meeting people with lizards makes TK happy... but Carlos can still draw the line at bringing anything home with them. I think I did this right/ come check my stuff out - I just think it's neat.

[theghostofloganroy]

Succession Male Tier List as of 12th May 2023

Nate (no explanations required, i need him carnally)

Stewy (not only do I support Stewy's rights I also support his wrongs)

Connor (my delusional king finally sticking up for himself i love him so much also he's married to Willa which makes him the best Roy brother)

Iverson (he's not there and he's too young to mess up anyone's life I hope Rava packs up her shit and takes Iverson and Sophie far far away from Kendall Logan Roy

Frank (he's tired guys please give him a break)

Karl (my panic attack cunty king i love him more than anything)

Roman (give Gerri her hundreds of millions of dollars you ungrateful brat

Kendall (you were the chosen one you were meant to destroy the cycle not join it.

Tom (used to be third on the tier list but his remarks towards Shiv made him dead to me.)

Hugo (fuck off you bobble headed pointy fuck fuck)

Matsson (hope he dies of blood loss next episode)

Oskar (hope he gets hit by a lorry)

Greg (self explanatory)

[stonesandswords]

omg thank you for those tags on the Roy post. Look, I love Roy. He's got a lot of positives and things to love, but the man is violent and full of anger. He needs therapy, and he can't threaten the people he's supposed to be coaching. They aren't his equals. Jamie is his player, and it wasn't cute when Roy's instinct was to push him around in The Signal when Jamie hadn't done anything wrong, and Ted had to step in. Even the head butting was completely inappropriate last season. What happened in last night's ep was even worse. Roy can't threaten to kill a player and go to attack him just because he is having an anger episode. It's ridiculous and not fun to watch, especially since we know Jamie's dad has, at the very least, pushed him around, if not outright hit him. And Roy knows this! I really hope Roy's anger is addressed in some way this season.

I'm not saying Roy's the worst or anything but he really is so full of violence and anger and it's honestly a little terrifying how beloved he is. Yes, the grumpy personality was funny at first but there seemed to be no softness or substance under that after a while. Just anger and lashing out.

I really do think he needs therapy because there's really a whole lot of shit that he needs to work on. He is the king of threatening people who are "below" him and who he holds power over. It's always supposed to come off as funny, from him growling and cursing at security guards and children to him headbutting and physically assaulting other players (Colin), but I just find it so odd that he's not aggressive like that with people who are his equals (Ted, Beard, Higgins, Nate) or above him (Rebecca). Let alone him actually physically attacking Jamie multiple times and threatening him more often than that, especially after learning about and witnessing the relationship between Jamie and his father firsthand. Not a day in my life can I figure out why Roy hates Jamie so god damn much, especially after they talked to each other at the gala in season 1.

It is so ridiculous and not fun to watch, because honestly what is the purpose of all this anger? What is it serving? I'm glad they're adding some more vulnerable parts to Roy, between Roy opening up to Trent about the 25-year bad review he carried around in his wallet to Roy opening up to Ted and Trent about how being back at Chelsea made him sad because he didn't give himself a chance to really just enjoy himself at the end. But he literally made the team give Trent the silent treatment for like a week because he was being petty and letting his ego go unchecked.

And Roy opening up to Trent and Ted doesn't make up for the way Roy has treated Jamie the past couple of seasons. Jamie has been trying so hard to move past his season 1 beef with Roy, make up for it, and become Roy's friend but Roy would rather let his ego control him and turn him into an angry and aggressive brat child.

I really do hope they address Roy's anger further, including Roy making many apologies to Jamie for how he's treated Jamie. I think that Roy can be quite the well-rounded person, if he just reigned in the anger and violence and learned some massive coping skills for his rage issue.

[mejcinta]

I noticed you watched OTH so 1-who's your favorite pairing and 2-what do you think of Lucas?

Fun reveal. I was around 13 when I first watched the show. I have very little recollection of the plot points and was hoping to perhaps watch it with fresher, grown up eyes. 🤭

Anyway, the pairing that stood out to me was Hailey and Nate. The transformation the latter underwent from a brat of a bully to just the tenderest man, all thanks to Hailey anchoring him in reality, was touching for me, even as a kid.

I also absolutely love Lucas. But again, I don't clearly recall what he did wrong or what he did right. I will need a deeper dive to make up my mind on him, but I've never had many problems with him lmao. He's an okay guy, a humble protagonist...and his relationship with his mom was heartwarming to watch.

Thanks for asking. When I catch up with the show (I did not watch all seasons) I'll post my opinions here, because I know I'll have loads of them. 🔥🔥

[droumack]

Speaking of your Nate/Jo fic (my favorite WIP at the moment FYI), I would love to hear any of your Thoughts on Matthew Tkachuk and Leon Draisaitl in that 'verse! And also any of the other non-Nate/Jo pairings. (Nate and Jo are my favorites, though.)

omg high high praise!

My Thoughts on Leon & Matty! There are many. I don't really know what to do with all of them. I mean, in this 'verse, I think in my brain, it sorta goes as follows-

Leon and Matty meet and realize they're compatible from a brat (Matty) brat-tamer (Leon) perspective. Start scening when they can.

In my brain, Matty's always the one more willing to confront his emotions in these situations. So he, over the couple of years they're casually scening together, catches feelings.

Leon does too. That's how these things go. But he's also still hooking up with other people because in the end, he's an unattached NHL player and that's what they do.

Big fat falling out between the two of them that arises from a multitude of factors

Matty ends up in Florida! Where he's hopefully enjoying the sunshine and getting his head on straight. Whether or not I think they end up back together in this 'verse is TBD. What I can tell you confidently is Leon is obviously still obsessed with him.

AND THEN TYSON AND LANDY! MY BELOVEDS! They got together while TBear was still on the Avs. They're making the long distance thing work. Gabe's a really devoted & loving dom and Tyson is mostly just obsessed with the attention from such a hot, nice dude that he loves a lot.

Ummm who else- Sid and Geno I guess? someone in the comments called them the blueprint for the NHL. They're probably right. Geno's a firm hand, Sid loves routine and rules, I don't think they're really reinventing the wheel with their dynamics. Mostly the reason Nate had to ~help out~ is because Sid gets a little fritzy after having a steady dom for so long//subsequently having to go without him for long periods of time in the off-season.

I think that's everyone. Obviously there's Bo who's definitely so service-toppy and just wants to love Jo forever and ever amen.

[coeursetcolores]

Ophilia, The Cleric: Chapter 2

WARNING! Spoilers ahead for Chapter 2 of Ophilia’s story in Octopath Traveler!

...Man, it has been a while. Sorry for the wait! If anyone’s still interested, I’ll make sure to update this series a lot more regularly!

I’m determined to finish this game this year!  (۶•̀ᴗ•́)۶ So let’s get going!

Alright!

The second chapter reviews begin...NOW!

Starting with...Ophilia! 

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...Okay, I’m not gonna sugarcoat it: This chapter was semi-filler. Only semi because the plot did progress to lead into the next point, but besides the Kindling nothing really happened (in a main plot sense).

The Kindling really was cool to watch, though. The burst of fire was really pretty.

The story was solid, but it didn’t really tell us anything about Ophilia or have her work in an unfamiliar situation. We already know that she likes to help people and that she cares about her family; all this chapter did was reinforce that. There’s nothing wrong with that, but it really doesn’t add much. 

Another thing: Just because someone bumps into you, it does not mean it’s their fault if you lose something. It is the result of an accident. Just saying.

The lesson about grieving was good though: It’s okay to be sad, but don’t forget you still have people who care about you. At some point, you have to acknowledge you still have people you love and love you back. That gets neglected to be mentioned sometimes.

Probably need more than a week, though. Also, Derryl’s a kid: kids do mean things. I do appreciate Ophilia’s way of handling things: Calm but firm and making sure they know all the sides to a situation.

Also, Nate’s a little brat. Just saying.

And if the forest is so dangerous, WHY DIDN’T ANYONE PUT UP A FENCE?! Does anyone actually go in there?! No one tried to stop Emil when he was clearly running through a populated town?! What’s up with this city?!

I wonder what happened to that dog...

Not much to say about Hróðvitnir. Literally just there to be a boss. Again, semi-filler chapter. Which really stinks because they have a really cool design, in a muscular-wolf kind of way. Maybe a beast from the legends of the Flame? Guardian of the woods whose land was stolen by the church, maybe giving Ophilia a conflict? There was potential, and all we got was a hungry wolf.

At least we found the brooch. And the apology was nice, Ophilia’s right: No one can hurt you like a friend.

Technically I saved your life Emil, Hróðvitnir was probably just about to eat you both, but okay...

Aww, the Flame reflects Ophilia’s heart! That’s a cute detail.

Simple story, unnecessary but satisfactory.

But oh boy...We got Travel Banter! I have been looking forward to this for SO LONG!

I adore party interactions, especially in RPGs. It’s a great way to flesh out the characters and help show what it’s like for the team when they’re on the road when we can’t see them. Especially in older games like Octopath is based on, party interactions were usually reserved for recruitment and plot progression. Understandable for the time, but I appreciate the development team allowing us to see how the party reacts to events as a whole instead of just the main character. My only wish is that they had full voice acting.

I’m gonna talk about how I feel about each one!

Cyrus: This one was just adorable. Cyrus was so excited and Ophilia actually had someone to talk to that knows why she’s traveling! And she wants him to see the rest, aw! Just sweet.

Alfyn: Poor guy. I can’t blame him, she’s such a cutie (Don’t think she’ll notice, though, seems to be a problem with this team). Nice to see her interested in his job, apothecarys are cool! I like learning about his process.

Primrose: Aww, we got to see Prim’s soft side. I like seeing that even if she’s a vengeance-obsessed femme fatale, she can still be genuinely friendly and supportive. And Phili, you’re not exactly one to talk about outfit practicality: you went sleeveless in the snow and you’re trekking through forests in white, girl.

Tressa: I can’t wait to see Tressa become a parent. Sorry Ophilia, sometimes you gotta be tough and maybe negotiate.

H’aanit: Not much to say, just dog stuff. And forest stuff. Eh. Knowledge?

Therion: If you don’t want to talk about it, WHY’D YOU BRING IT UP?! SHARE YOUR BACKSTORY! Props for being real, though, other people have it hard too.

Olberic: Team Dad! He’s so proud of his little guy. Ophilia agrees with me!

Saintsbridge gives a sleepy atmosphere. Not a bad thing, it’s a calm place, I just assumed a religious town would be more uptight and reserved. The church is lovely but not overwhelming, plaza’s cute, even the division between the upper and lower isn’t that big. The lighting is reminiscent of an early morning glow, and the running stream is gentle and soothing, complimenting the woodsy surroundings. Perfect place to take a nap or buy a treat from the bakery and watch the water...

So of course the dungeon is a horrifying dark forest of doom. ...Now I want black forest gâteau.

Murkwood’s a pretty standard evil forest: Dark, only candlelight, foggy; you get the picture. Not saying it looks bad, pretty much all the backgrounds in this game would make an amazing gallery show; just pretty stereotypical.

But there is one thing I can say.

WE FINALLY GOT A BREAK FROM SUMMON BOSSES!

I was getting, SO TIRED of those.

Honestly I was so happy I didn’t even pay that much attention to the actual fight. Okay, I’m not even gonna try to do fight commentary anymore, I’m not good with mechanics; just gonna stick with reviewing the story, setting and characters. 

Now to Goldshore!

...Wait, Goldshore...Is the next chapter a beach episode?!

NO MORE SEMI-FILLER!

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

3-5 Headcanons: Nate & any of his sisters

Let's go with Nate and Carla bc like yes Carla is my baby! (Also, simply had to use that amazing manip!!)

1 - You cannot tell me they didn't do a big big christmas with all the Simmons and all the Brices at least once. Definitely happened some disasters with all the chaos but they were the happiest.

2 - They know how to handle each other's worst moments. Nate knows how to calm down Carla when her OCD is kicking harder than usual, Carla can realize in a second when Nate is staring getting anxious (and stops him from biting his fingers and generally hurting himself to cope with that). Plus, they work together on their problematic eating habits bc it feels good having someone that understands but also they deeply care about each other and want the other to feel better.

3 - Nate's sister adores Carla! Every time she's at their house they always try to steal her from Nate and April keeps telling how much they look alike and how she's actually Carla's sister and not Nate's (she is kidding ofc she loves Nate very much, but she also likes being a little brat + Carla and Nate are basically sibilings so this doesn't really have sense lol)

4 - I just want Nate to punch Xander so bad. He wouldn't even get in trouble bc Sue wouldn't allow that, she thinks he was totally right lol.

5 - I also want these two doing a duet for the Nationals bc I deserve it, you deserve it, they deserve it and anyone deserves it. tbd the song tho.

[hhughes]

⭑     …     ❝ 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 ❞ ; connor bedard

𝓹airing , fem!crosby!reader x connor bedard

in which supporting a crosby is in every canadian’s blood , so when sid’s daughter competes in the olympics, everyone is there to support, including her boyfriend connor.

꒰ 𝓷ote , I did use a few of summer’s pictures in this if you recognized her. she was obviously a huge inspiration for this smau. this was such a fun pairing to write! I might just have to write them again in the future 😋 . . . ꒱

TSN

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TSN: Y/N Crosby competed at the 2024 olympics. The eighteen year old won four medals in total for Canada. Three of which were gold, while also setting a new world record.

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user87: those crosby genes are strong

natemackinnon: YEAH SHE DID!

user12: always a good time when we get to see a crosby competing at the olympics

user15: *** a crosby carrying canada on their backs at the olympics

user98: *** a crosby dominating the olympics

pittsburgpenguins: baby sid all grown up and breaking records 🥺

kletang: just the other day she was a baby barely fitting in the stanley cup and now she’s a grown up

geno.malkin: little sid doing big sid things 😌

user11: I wonder if she ever gets tired of everyone always mentioning her dad when talking about her accomplishments

user52: I mean it’s hard not to mention him, considering her dad is THE sidney crosby.

user14: I think it’s really sweet how sid always tries to stay out of the spotlight to let her have her moment though. always trying to make sure no one spots him at her events and stuff. so all the attention will remain on her.

user19: I also think it helps that they have a really good relationship, Y/N is always happy to talk about her dad and has said countless times how much she admires him and how big of an influence he’s had on her life and her career. I think she understands what a big figure in canadian sports history her dad is and copes with that pretty well.

bradmarchand: doing us proud 🇨🇦

user70: am I going crazy or did you guys also see bedsy on your screen while she was swimming?

user56: I saw him too! wonder what he’s doing in Paris👀

yncrosby

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yncrosby: had my brat summer in paris😚⭐️🥐

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charlixcx: so iconic of you 💋

yncrosby: OMGG

yourbff: my best friend is an olympic gold medalist ⭐️😌

bradmarchand: kid better watch his hands

yncrosby: you can’t even see his hands ??

natemackinnon: exactly.

geno.malkin: good job baby sid

yncrosby: thank you G💛

user16: girl just tag him already we all know who it is

user13: fr. as if the TSN panel hasn’t been discussing their relationship for the last week 😭

sportsworld

sportsworld: nhl superstar connor bedard seen with girlfriend Y/N crosby in vancouver over the weekend. the pair was spotted having lunch with Y/N’s dad, Sidney Crosby.

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connorbedard: *** seen with three time gold medalist Y/N crosby

user17: tell them king

user89: the fact that him confirming their relationship is because he won’t allow them to diminish her accomplishments is so freaking precious 😭

user19: canada’s royal couple

user99: they’re so cute🥺

user12: the way they look at each other , stoppp

user98: sitting on his lap in front of your dad is brave

user90: oh to be a fly on the wall when they announced their relationship to sid😭

user65: or all the honorary uncles. I just know nate, brad, geno, etc. gave him soooo much shit

connorbedard

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connorbedard: wag summer 😌

👤 ; yncrosby

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adamfantilli: my favourite wag🙂‍↕️

yncrosby: same😋

user16: a rare unsponsored bedsy post

user13: all his posts are either about hockey or his gf. there’s no in between

user99: dedicated to the two loves of his life. we love to see it

maddybedard: these pics are so cute 🤍

yncrosby: thanks to you ms photographer 🥰

maddybedard: the least I could do since you took me to paris

yncrosby: ❤️❤️❤️

connorbedard: ❤️❤️❤️

user14: simp

user95: the fact that he only responded to her comment

user61: can’t wait to see all the content we’re about to get of these two since they’re public now