#pls tell me there’s an audience for this

[adarafaelbarba]

Request pls: I’m rewatching a final call at forlini’s bar and it’s at the scene where Barba says “I know what it’s like to love someone unconditionally… when you’re ready to stop being betrayed by me, I’ll be here.” What if Olivia gets to that point, but Barba has moved on — with reader. And reader is like, welp sorry, not sorry. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Thanks & spanks!

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Liv had no idea why she was even at his office this late. Actually, scratch that! She knew exactly why she was there, hoping to tie up loose ends and finally talk to Rafael again. It had been some time since he defended Wheatley in court. And after his little speech at Forlini's, Liv had gotten some time to think, to reflect.

So now she found herself looking at the closed door to his office, contemplating if she was going in or knocking first. Going for the latter, she heard soft murmurs on the other side of the door before it opened.

"Yes?" a woman asked, standing between Liv and Rafael, "Can I help you?"

Liv stood there, stunned, wondering who this woman was. Rafael wasn't even looking up, but spoke up nonetheless "Who is it, amor?"

The woman looked at Liv as if to tell her the name. "Hello, Rafael." Liv spoke up finally, and Rafael looked up.

"Captain Benson, what brings you by?"

The way he said her title and last name, when for years he'd called her Olivia or Liv, stung her. "Could we talk? Just the two of us."

The other woman opened the door further, letting Liv in, then she walked over to Rafael. "I'll go buy us dinner, I'll be back in an hour."

Liv nearly ran out of there. "Whatever you have to tell me, Captain Benson, y/n can hear too, I keep no secrets from my fiancée."

She watched him pull her onto his lap, Liv felt deflated. She wanted to apologize for how defensive she'd been, but she was not an audience while doing so. However, he wasn't letting go of her, his fiancée.

"I wanted to apologize for how I'd acted, back when we last spoke--"

"So you're the one who broke Rafael's heart?" y/n asked, looking at Liv.

"Like I said, captain, I keep no secrets from her." His hold tightened on y/n, and it felt like knives twisting inside Liv.

She scanned her mind for what to say next, but nothing came out. until; "I know I was wrong, I tried so hard to hide my feelings, I've been hurt so many times, I didn't want to risk getting hurt by you too--but having had time to reflect, I understand that what you did, it wasn't petty, to get back at me or Elliot, you were proctecting me. I've thought about what you said as well, 'I know what it’s like to love someone unconditionally…', and well" she took a breath "I realized that I have some feelings towards you as well, above the whole friendship thing."

There had been absolutely no prep for what she was gonna tell him, so her words caught even her by surprise. Rafael cleared his throat a little i surprise, "I--uh--thank you for the honesty, and for the apology, but I'm very happy with y/n. I'd be willing to try going back to being friends, if you'd like that, but I'm gonna have to pass on there being anything more between us."

She understood that, of course she did, she wasn't a homewrecker. But being just friends, when her feelings had finally surfaced, she wasn't sure she could manage that, although she suspected that it might be what he's been doing for most of the time when they were still friends.

"Give her time to think about it, babe, poor woman looks like she's been gut punched." y/n murmured, giving Rafael a soft smile that made Liv's stomach churn, and not in a good way.

He looked from y/n to Liv, then nodded, "Of course! take your time. And thanks for stopping by."

~~~

Two weeks later, Rafael recieved a text:

Let's see if we can't still make a friendship work. - Liv

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[crystalw-725]

You’re more like a star to me.

(vvv refs)

[personwholoveschocolate]

sage the girl is helping her father with his evil work (she doesn't know how to count yet)

[doctorwhommm]

got silly with this one ◡̈

[theepicestmonkey]

introducing my new AU, YIIK!rune !! Excpect more soon.

[velarisdusk]

Forehead-to-floor type begginnnngggg for stalker! Rhys cas AND az oh my goddddd how am I supposed to go about daily life after being shown that, I’m actually near a catatonic state just thinking about it. ORNATE MIRROR HELLOOOOOOO AND THE DREAM INFILTRATION I KNOW THAT NASTY FREAK-WEIRDO’S GONNA START GIVING HER DAYDREAMS TO PONDER ON YES SO YUMMY SO GOOD.

I like stalker rhys I guess……

omgggg stop ittttt..... nooooo..... come on babe, im not gonna share- alright you're twisting my arm fine i guess i have to share more now

uhhh be warned: stalking (duh), non-con, captivity, psychological torment & manipulation, physical abuse, knives, i think thats it idk

this is why i need to not talk about WIPs i wanna keep private, bc i know im gonna end up talking about all of it bc i just cannot keep my horny thoughts to myself when y'all are so willing and eager to hear them ;)

i imagined three separate au's for each of them, bc i think all three of them stalking you at the same time would end up very violent and bloody because i really do not see them being perfectly okay with sharing you. but who knows ;) anyway here's the gist of it:

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Rhysand: you stop calling them dreams. dreams don't leave you sore. they don't force your hands down your panties for hours on end until you're begging for an orgasm you didn't even want to begin with—only to be denied because you took too long to say please, High Lord.

dreams don't leave glowing runes on your inner thighs, your breasts, your throat. they burn when you disobey. they burn when you think about any male but him. they scorch when you touch yourself without his permission, and your fingers just won't work; your own pleasure is useless unless it's wrapped around the thought of him.

and now you don't even need to be asleep. a flash of violet eyes when you're zoning out in the shower and then suddenly you're on your knees again, eyes glazed, fingers between your legs, saying thank you with spit dripping off your chin. you're forgetting which thoughts are yours and which ones he put there. you don't remember the last time you came without whispering his name. you don't remember what it's like to be alone in your head. he's making you need him. and worst of all? it's working.

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Azriel: now, you don't see azriel. not really. you see pieces. a note on your windowsill. a lamp on when you get home, when you're sure you turned all the lights off before going to work this morning. a picture tucked into your purse—your body, curled in sleep, your shirt pushed up just enough to expose your soft belly. your mouth parted. exposed.

this goes on for months, and when he finally comes for you, he tries to do things the "right" way. he breaks in one night, silent as breath, and tries to confess. says he's been watching you. that he loves you. that you're meant to be his. but when your mouth opens to scream—

shadows. he vanishes and reappears behind you, a hand clamped over your mouth, a blade cold against your neck, a smile so soft it makes you sick. he tells you you're coming with him.

it isn't terrible. your little cell is warm. clean. there's a blanket you recognize. it's your blanket, from home. but the days bleed together. he wants you to love him, to really, truly love him. but you won't. not when he punishes you for crying, not when he says cruel things with a smile, not when he makes you say thank you after every cut and bruise. he knows it'll take a long time to break you, but he waits. he brushes your hair while you sit in his lap, legs bruised and bound, and tells you how proud he is that you actually ate your food today instead of hurling it at the wall.

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Cassian: you thought he was flirting. just a big, charming brute who liked seeing you blush. but you didn't realize he was studying you. tracking your movements. watching how your mouth moved when you lied and said you didn't have time to talk. until one night he's in the alley behind your building, hand clamped over your mouth, body all heat and muscle as he hisses a threat about breaking your fucking arm if you so much as think about calling for help. he tells you you're his now, and that you're going to learn. and you do.

you learn not to talk back unless you want to taste blood. and not to look at the door unless you want a black eye. he stays with you for weeks, doesn't let you leave your apartment, controls every inch of your day. and when he finally "trusts" you enough to leave you alone, you try to run out to the street to tell someone, anyone.

but you fail. it was a test. and you failed. he drags you back, snarling the whole way that he trusted you, and how could you do this to him, and after everything he's done for you, this is how you thank him?

you cry and beg to explain yourself but he doesn't want to hear it. not when he's slamming the door shut and yanking you to the floor. "why are you making me do this?" a slap. a shove. you hit the ground hard. "i don't want to hurt you," a sickening crack when his fist connects with your ribs. "i'm trying to love you," another blow. harder. you see stars. "but you never fucking learn." crack.

he beats you until the lights go out, and when you wake up, you're not home anymore. you're in his bed, bound in silk and leather. and he's holding you, telling you it's okay, he forgives you. he bathes you, picks your clothes, your food, your schedule. you kneel by the bed every morning and thank him. if you don't, you suffer. he holds you like a lover, fucks you like a husband, and beats you like a thing he owns when you misbehave. he says you're his pretty little wife, his good girl.

[iamtheoneandonlyever]

Miles edgeworth with dimples, breathe if you agree

[apocalyptic-byler]

i dont know why but something about having mike write something while the others watch reminds me of the flea and the acrobat

like i genuinely cannot explain it but the vibes are there yall. the vibes are there. i thinkkkk something mustve clicked for mike regarding the ud because like. theyre all watching him so attentively and will most likely got up out of his chair to see what mike’s writing so I DONT KNOW I JUST KNOW THAT IT REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF THE FLEA AND THE ACROBAT AND THE FACT THAT MIKE’S THE ONE EXPLAINING SAYS A LOT YK????? ALSO WITH ALL THE S1 AND S2 PARALLELS?????

[nanihirunkits]

I think comics these days should be about mafia gangs. If our comic is about zombies, we’ll need to draw dozens of background characters. That’s true. What about this?

SUMMER NIGHT | EP3

[rottenpumpkin13]

Elaborate on Latino Zack Fair pls tell us more

Zack Fair but make him ✨Latino✨

• Zack opening a pot of ice cream that's been sitting in the freezer in the break room, going "what's this doing here?" opening it and glitching because he full on expected frozen beans.

• Angeal had the 2nds and 3rds map out their own family trees as a bonding exercise one day. Zack started sobbing.

• The following conundrum:

Zack: Man, I'm starving.

Angeal: You just ate two burgers, eight chicken wings and a wrap.

Zack: Yeah, but I didn't have rice so it doesn't count as lunch.

• Blasting music with really heavy lyrics during his workout and keeping a poker face because no one else around him can understand it (bonus points if it's reggaeton or funk)

• This man takes at least 3 showers a day.

• Teaching Sephiroth how to swear in spanish/portuguese because it's funny. He's taught him how to correctly use joder/foder and to call Genesis a puta.

• Speaking of Genesis he's definitely slipped up and pronounced it Henesís or Zhenesís at least once.

[angy-grrr]

Just saw the worst take ever (a joke about how himiko would torture the toys she “loved”, in quote marks like omfg BNHA fans don’t read their own manga nor watch their anime and it shows)

[noafencee]

hope theres some irish bylers out there that will get me when i say if mike wheeler did TY he would have to do work experience in his father’s job and he would hate every second of it amen

[melmagdalene]

I drew the black areas on this one then copied with a fax machine on cardstock to 'ink it', then painted on top. It's a working mood piece for a comic i've been working for a while. i think this kinda counts as printmaking!

[heyybeach]

Not to by a Philly on main but I absolutely adore that man. Literally everything he does just sparks joy in me

[joshuamj]

also i watch The Wild Robot the other day and oh my god 11/10, absolutely beautiful in every sense of the word, would cry again 👍

[forgetfulmachineart]

Ngl I can't focus on any of the feminist messaging when Lou Li is doing some heinous property damage