#ray pinker

[la-hoire]

L.A. Noire Characters + "I want a baby" meme

[buggy-samaaa]

Touching his neck...stump. yep. Smut. Non-con? IDK THIS IS WEIRD

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You had been babysitting Buggy's head lately, and the two of you had hit it off. Buggy flirted incessantly, and you returned the flirts just as much, to the detriment of the rest of the crew's sanity.

One day, you asked Buggy an interesting question.

"Can you feel your ... um. I'm not sure what to call it. The stump? Of your neck."

Buggy raised an eyebrow. "Well, yeah, it's part of my body, duh."

You were still curious about it. "It looks really smooth. Can I touch you there?"

Buggy tried to squirm away as you reached out for him. "Wha-- No!! That's weird!"

"Why?? Does it tickle or something? C'mon, let me touch!"

Buggy tried to hop back with the momentum of his head turning, but he ended up falling and presenting the stump to you. "Ah, shit," he muttered. "This is not permission! I'm simply in an unfortunate position! Lift me up, now!"

It was eerily smooth, the stump. So perfectly flat. Surely it felt like skin, but it looked rubbery? You wondered if it would feel slippery like a sting ray.

"You're doing a lot of not-helping right now," Buggy said, trying to roll and get a look at you, but he just managed to fall sideways and squish his cheek against the table. "Ow! Babe I'm serious, don't touch me there."

You inched forward, still sorely tempted by the wiggling mass.

"Hey-- HEY--" Buggy started shouting as your flat palm got closer to his neck stump. "WAIT WAIT WAIT--"

It was too late, you had already pressed your palm against him. It WAS slippery. And soft, but it had no give to it. Like touching, well, a stump of a tree, but it was... flesh. It was quite possibly the strangest thing you'd ever touched. Then you realized that Buggy had gone silent for once.

Buggy was biting his lip, hard, eyes squeezed shut. You blinked and pulled your hand away, which caused him to release his breath and open his eyes. "Okay, you've had your fun, now get me up."

"What does it feel like?" You asked, still ignoring his request.

"If I answer, will you PLEASE set me upright?"

"Yes."

Buggy searched for the words. "It's like... I have a wound, and someone pushed their hand inside of it and felt around. But it doesn't hurt. Just feels... super unsettling." He shuddered, remembering the sensation. Buggy waited for you to pick up his head and replace it on the table, but you weren't moving to do so. "...Babe?" he said tentatively. Then he gasped involuntarily when you set two fingers against his stump. "C'mon, you promised--" he was cut off by another gasp when you slowly caressed it. "Baby, you gotta stop," he begged, getting slightly pink in the face.

"It seems like... you kinda like it," you say with surprise. "Is that true?" You run your thumb along the edge slowly. Buggy made a high-pitched sound and shuddered, growing pinker.

"N-No!" he said unconvincingly. But he let out a little moan when you ran your knuckles across the skin. Then he felt your hair tickle his neck as you got close, on your knees in front of the table. "Oh, God," he mumbled, sweating, and he swallowed hard.

You hesitated before you leaned in and breathed against his stump.

"Oh, God oh God oh God," Buggy kept mumbling, starting to pant.

You pressed a soft, slow kiss against the center of his stump.

"Ffff--Fuck--" Buggy said thickly, almost wheezing.

Then you licked it, a long stripe ending in another sweet kiss.

Buggy's tongue lolled out of his mouth as it opened wide with a strangled moan. "Ah--Babe--Please--" he cried, breathing shakily.

Suddenly, the doorknob squeaked. Buggy let out a relieved groan when you quickly stood and placed his head upright where it had been before. Sanji walked in with a smile. His smile faltered when he realized how heavily both of you were breathing, and he noticed your red faces and lack of eye contact. Sanji backed up to the door, opened it again, and left the room awkwardly.

"He knows!" Buggy hissed at you.

"As if he could ever guess!" You hissed back. "He probably thought we were just kissing!"

"Yeah, 'cause I get covered in sweat when I kiss somebody," Buggy spat back at you sarcastically. "Either he knows, or my reputation as a make-out magician has gone completely out the window."

You both sat in seething silence for a moment. "It did feel good though, didn't it?" you asked with a mischievous smile.

Buggy pouted and turned his head away as much as he could. "Once I get my body back, you're gonna wish you'd never tried anything."

"Don't threaten me with a good time. I'll do it again and more, just you wait."

[antisocialties]

Hawaii.

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: in which the reader is chris’s best friend and goes to Hawaii with the triplets and madi but chris confesses his feelings when they’re alone on the beach.

Warnings: as always profanity is used, reader is for sure female in this one bc it was written for my close friend! happy birthday cayse!! <3

You couldn’t get over the beautiful sun and the pretty clear blue water.

It almost felt like you were in a movie.

“You good?” chris asked you from the water.

You and madi were comfortably sat in beach chairs under an umbrella because you were both literally being cooked by the sun.

“Yes, i’m great.” you laughed, sending him a grin.

He laughed in response walking up to the shore and towards your chair.

“Did you wanna get in with me?”

You were honestly baking in the rays of the sun and were completely ready to get into the water, you were just anxious as per usual.

“Yeah, it’s really hot over here.” You laughed, getting up to stand next to him.

“Did you want to come?” You turned around asking madi.

“No i’m gonna keep tanning for now.”

You nodded, walking towards Chris.

“C’mon, I don’t even know how you lasted this long, i’ve been roasting.” Chris chuckled, grabbing your hand and leading you to the water.

You watched in awe as the crystal clear blue waves washed over your legs and upon the shore.

You silently admired nic and matt splashing around in the water a few feet away, and madi soaking up the sun, still in her chair.

“It’s so pretty out here.” You gushed, turning to your side and looking up at chris with your squinted eyes.

“Honestly I haven’t ever seen a beach this pretty, i’m so glad you agreed to come. I would’ve been so bored without you, y/n.” chris spoke.

“Are you joking? it’s been one of my dreams to come here, I can’t even believe madi asked me to come!” You smiled at him.

“I don’t think any of us would want to be here without you, are you kidding? You’re so fun. Madi loves you, and you’re honestly my emotional support friend so I couldn’t have come without you.” Chris spilled, sending you a genuine smile.

“I’m glad, you’re mine too.” You blushed, hoping he wouldn’t notice the color change on your cheeks.

“Have you ever thought about maybe being more than friends?” He blurted quietly, avoiding your eyes at all costs.

“You mean like, us?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Definitely have, I just know in the past you’ve said you weren’t really ready to commit to anyone.” You spoke softly, meeting his eyes that were currently squinting due to the sun.

“Well you aren’t just anyone, so…”

You felt a smirk pull on your cheeks as you looked up at him.

“Yeah?” You snickered.

You noticed his cheeks instantly get 2 shades pinker than they already were.

“I mean, Yeah. I just said that.” He chuckled, looking away at the approaching waves.

You moved closer to him, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

“So was that you trying to ask me out?”

“Uh yeah, that’s kinda all I had as a proposal to that idea.” He laughed, turning to meet your eyes once again.

“Well then yes chris, i’ll be your girlfriend.” You grinned, picking up his and and walking further into the water.

You both comfortably enjoyed the silence, and you could feel his hand sweating before you guys hit water that went above your waist.

“So how much do you wanna bet they’ve been watching the whole time?” He questioned, referring to his brothers and madi that weren’t too far behind you.

You looked back, noticing the lot of them wearing shit eating grins staring directly at chris and yourself.

You waved as a giggle made it’s way out of your mouth.

Chris copied your actions, following it up with flipping them all off.

“So can we go eat now that your little moment is over?” Nic shouted.

“Yeah, i’m hungry!” Madi shouted, standing in water just above her ankles.

You held back a laugh and dragged chris out of the water with you, staring the three of them down with an amused look on your face.

“Didn’t know if he’d actually be able to do it.” Matt snorted, grabbing his towel off of his beach chair.

“Fuck off.” Chris retaliated, smacking him with his own towel.

“Well I guess you got your answer.” You replied.

“I literally did not think this kid would ever spill his fucking guts, I was genuinely starting to get irritated waiting.” Nic ranted.

Madi laughed beside him.

You guys packed up your stuff, lugging it to the car before deciding to go pick up food at a local restaurant and bring it back to the house you were staying in.

You fiddled with chris’s hand the entire car ride home, watching the scenery outside of your window and silently expressing your gratitude for Hawaii being what brought the two of you to finally confess your mutual feelings.

That night after you all returned you laid in bed with a soft smile on your face, thinking about chris as you drifted off to sleep.

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happy birthday casey!!! sorry that it’s corny and short, i just really wanted to make sure this was finished and proofread before your day <3

also my requests for both matt and chris are still open! feel free to send in any other requests you have, as long as they’re sfw! don’t forget to comment or pm me if you’d like to be added to the tag list! :)

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tag list: @caseysturniolozzz @im-a-matt-girl @sturniolomads @stxrniqlo @mettsturniolo @orangetreekid @iluvmatt @lomlolivia @thetriplets3 @fake-coolbeans

[misty-moth]

Here is Day 2 of 12 Days of Arthur: Music 🎶

Just a fluffy little scene 🥰

A thank you again to @oigimi and @scummy-writes

Arthur fluff, ~480 words

It was a late start to the day, but Arthur supposed that was simply the price of being an author. After a mighty stretch, he braved the hallways to procure some coffee.

Gleaning from the sun rays filtering in through the windows, he reckoned it must be a bit past noon. A smile graced his face, knowing she would be in the kitchen at about this time. A chipper hum flowed through him.

Taking a brief pause just before his entrance, Arthur’s smile grew wider as he heard the quiet shuffle of feet beyond the door. He froze then, becoming even more grateful that he’d taken the time to listen in.

Within the kitchen, her voice took up a small tune; she was singing the very tune that he had finished just a moment before.

♪ “Goodbye Piccadilly, farewell Leicester Square~ It’s a long, long way to Tipperary, but my heart’s right there.” ♪

There was a strange flutter in his chest, followed by a warmth he’d long grown disaccustomed to. Had the two of them been on the same wavelength? Arthur found himself liking the idea of that. Why, he’d liked that idea far too much.

Not so fond of the idea of waiting any longer, Arthur made a far more excited entrance than he’d initially planned.

“Why, I didn’t know you were a songbird! You should have told me, luv,” Arthur’s lilted voice made her jump, but she turned toward him with a shy smile.

“You’re waking up rather late today,” she teased.

“A writer’s work is never done, I'm afraid. We simply rest our eyes for a few hours here and there until we can fuel up on coffee made by beautiful morning birds.”

Her cheeks were determined not to grow any pinker, but it was a challenge. She brought up a cup and began brewing.

“Speaking of…” Arthur stifled his enthusiasm as he broke the brief silence. “I would have thought the only music you and I would both know would be one of Wolfie’s. I’d never imagine you’d know It’s A Long Way to Piccadilly.”

She chuckled, “I’m actually pretty sure Mozart’s pieces are the only songs we both knew.”

Arthur blinked, puzzled. “But you were just singing it word-for-word?”

Her eyebrow raised as she wrapped up her coffee preparations. “Arthur, you sing that song practically every day. I’ve picked up the words pretty quickly from it,” she giggled. “I used to think it was just when you were at your happiest, but really it’s just all the time,” she grinned, handing over his cup.

Bugger me... There went that damned fluttering again.

“No, luv, I think you were spot on. I think the amount of happy days have simply grown exponentially as of late.”

“Oh? Well that’s good!”

Arthur nodded, the warmth within him threatening to combust. “I think so, too.”

Writing Masterlist

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[brokehorrorfan]

Shocker will be released on 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray on October 29 via Scream Factory. The 1989 supernatural slasher is written and directed by master of horror Wes Craven.

Michael Murphy, Peter Berg, Cami Cooper, and Mitch Pileggi star. The soundtrack features Iggy Pop, Megadeth, Dangerous Toys, and members of Kiss, Motley Crue, Whitesnake, Van Halen, and Alice Cooper.

Special features will be confirmed at a later date, but the extras from the previous Blu-ray edition (listed below) are expected to be carried over.

Special features:

Audio Commentary by writer-director Wes Craven

Audio Commentary by director of photography Jacques Haitkin, co-producer Robert Engelman, and composer William Goldstein

Interview with actor Mitch Pileggi

Interview with actress Cami Cooper

Interview with executive producer Shep Gordo

No More Mr. Nice Guy: The Music of Shocker - Interviews with music supervisor Desmond Child and soundtrack artists Bruce Kulik (Kiss), Jason McMaster (Dangerous Toys), Kane Roberts (Alice Cooper), and Dave Ellefson (Megadeth)

2 vintage making-of featurettes including an interview with Wes Craven

Theatrical trailer

TV spots

Radio spots

Storyboard gallery

Still gallery

About to be electrocuted for a catalog of heinous crimes, the unrepentant Horace Pinker transforms into a terrifying energy source. Only young athlete Jonathan Parker, with an uncanny connection to Pinker through bizarre dreams, can fight the powerful demon. The two dive in and out of television programs, chasing each other from channel to channel through stunning scenes of disaster, game shows, and old reruns.

Pre-order Shocker.

[kimsuyeon]

hi if its alright with you can I please ask your stage gif process 🩵 (I don't mind if its not too detailed but if you use vapoursynth or topaz or anything)

hiii! omg thank u for wanting to know 🥺🥺 i actually use two methods, depending on the source file (and how lazy i feel). either vapoursynth or mpv. i'll show u both!

long, the example gif has a flashy background, somewhat clear. i hope.

i source from .ts files on k24hr or twitter, fancams, and then the youtube version (which i then run through handbrake before vs or mpv) if there's absolutely no other choice. i try to avoid show music core because its backgrounds make sharpening hard, but i'm using one from there for this tutorial :) i will also use beyond live / blu-ray files when available (i.e. 4th world tour gifs i did of twice)

vapoursynth:

-> only use the deinterlace (60 slow) when it's 1080i 30fps! i use this on files from k24hrs. if the file is already 60 fps (i.e. those from srghkqud on twitter), i don't deinterlace or preprocess. i use finesharp on .7 any time i use vs!

this gif is 268 x 520 px! i leave the delay at .02 and set frame rate to 60fps. on the left, it is just changed to 60fps and run through vs with the above settings. the gif on the right is sharpened!

i change my sharpening settings on every stage (and most other sets as well)! i use an action, and then adjust by the background and quality of the source! this is using my stage sharpening - but i have removed a smart sharpen and reduced opacity of other filters i use on different (clearer) files!

show music core has these really visible leds in their background, so sharpening it tends to be harder! i avoid using my 500px smart sharpens when it looks like this, and use high pass and bigger radius smaller amount smart sharpens!

sharpening settings for above: 8.0 high pass on soft light blending (40% opacity), 241 .2 smart sharpen (60% opacity), 15 15 smart sharpen (50% opacity) i should also note that on really really pale stages, i use camera raw filter to fix whites / highlights before i add the other sharpening! this does really slow down export time and can be frustrating, so i reserve it for then!

then i color! sometimes i use ezgif (which hasn't lowered quality that i've noticed) to adjust the speed, if i feel it needs it! this gif has a fine speed so i've left it as is, but i normally speed up gifs by 120% on their speed feature to make the choreo look a little faster!

left: unsharpened except vs finesharp, colored right: sharpened, colored

my coloring focus is always restoring skin, everything else is pretty much purely stylistic. i try to leave colors in the background the same! i do really like making blonde hair pinker or more toned (since they're often yellow, i always make a point of essentially toning their hair for them - i.e. tsuki in dang! set)

when i color the rest of the set, i keep the first gif open next to it to make sure everything matches! i normally copy and paste the coloring group and adjust as needed :D

also, i check how it looks in tumblr on desktop + mobile, since web safe colors adjust the look of your gifs a lot (the ones with the little dots in the middle are web safe, everything else isn't) and try to fix what doesn't look quite right. i also ask my friends if something is wrong but i'm not sure what (mainly nini (@withyouth) so shout out to her for putting up w/ me, a big part of the stage gif process)!

mpv: -> i press 'd' and make sure it is deinterlacing (again, only 1080i ones get deinterlaced)! and then i screencap. i followed this guide on setting up mpv, and always use minimal compression settings for everything i screencap.

-> i turn my files into dicom files (you can just rename them on mac, on windows it is multistep) and then scipt->load multiple dicom files (faster than loading image into stack and, in my opinion, clearer too)!

for windows: -> alt+d in your screencap folder, cmd. enter. type ren *.* *.dcm into the window. enter. close the command window!

i make my frame animation + frames to layers. once it is on the timeline, i go ahead and crop before i do anything else. i tried to make the cropping like the vs gif, but it's not identical!

sharpening: since i didn't use finesharp, i can add more in ps. this is my normal stage sharpening with nothing added or removed!

left: deinterlaced, screencapped, cropped right: deinterlaced, screencapped, cropped, sharpened -> 8.0 high pass (soft light, 65%), 500 .3 smart sharpen, 241 .2 smart sharpen (60% opacity), 15 15 smart sharpen (50% opacity)

coloring: same one as the vs gifs!

comparison:

left: vapoursynth, fully complete right: dicom, fully complete

i normally use mpv, but sometimes i don't feel like waiting on the screencaps, or i think finesharp will add texture + depth that the original doesn't have (too smooth of a filter, whatever) so i use vs! my taeyeon mr. mr. and le sserafim rock ver. sets were both done via vapoursynth, though the sharpenings are different from each other and what it shown here (i change sharpening a lot, and sometimes by set... sorry.. KJHDFGJKH)!

anyways i hope this was helpful!!! thank u for asking it means a lot u want to know!! if u want more stuff answered or shown, u can always ask :D and i hope it's clear 😭😭 i know i ramble a lot

[imminentinertia]

How to get me to nope the fuck out of a fic part 172: Doing Profanity Wrong

Please don't. I'm begging here. I'll do it Ray style if it helps.

First, let's talk a bit about types of profanity. Just so you know, there will be a bit of vulgar language here (in case that first "fuck" in the title of the post didn't turn you off already).

I'm not going into the functions of profanity, the why we use it and how we use it to achieve our goals for using it, Steven Pinker's The Stuff of Thought is a good starting point for functions if you're interested. What I'm most interested in right now is the what.

The what is often a taboo of some sort, like mocking something sacred, referring to body parts that are considered filthy, fears of invoking dangerous situations like illness or natural disasters. The words used can be grouped into these categories*:

Sex

Religion

Bodily functions

Disease

(Derogatory terms may be considered a function, the why is to cause harm, but it tends to contain terms that don't always belong in the four other categories, and those four tend to bleed into this. I consider it a fifth category of types of words)

Languages and cultures don't use these categories in the same ways. For instance, there's very little left of disease swearing in English ("a pox on you" sounds just a tiny bit outdated, wouldn't you say) but it's alive and kicking in Danish (all word constructions with the word "kraft" refers to cancer, and there are a lot of those constructions). The British Isles and Denmark are pretty close geographically and not enormously different culturally, but the swearing takes different routes.

English uses a hell of a lot of religious profanity. East and South East Asian languages, not so much. There are examples, like mara (まら), a quite rude Japanese word for dick that has its root in the demon Mara (I don't know the precise etymology, but it's possible it has to do with temptation), but it's not anywhere near as prevalent as in Christianity-heavy cultures.

Which means that "for Buddha's sake" does not, I repeat NOT, work as local colour swearing. At. All.

It really is not a problem if you write an English profanity in an English sentence, in your English fic set in a culture that isn't in the Anglosphere. Don't worry about it - the point is that the story needs to flow well, and trying to fit in unfamiliar swearing is likely to end up stiff and awkward.

What you might want to think about is the categories. It's not that E/SE Asians never say "oh my God" or "fuck" in English, we who have other mother tongues often like a bit of English profanity mixed in with our native language, but the patterns for when to swear in English may be different.

So if you pay a bit of attention to how the shows are translated and what swearing choices are made (disregard the bowdlerised translations on fudging IQIYI entirely) and what category the characters seem to use the most, it becomes easier to make the story flow well without anglofying it too much (brimming with "oh my God") or stumbling in asiafying your own language ("oh my Buddha").

Sex and bodily functions tend to be safe bets because there are a number of taboos regarding both in so many cultures they're probably near-universal and only differs in exactly how they're used, but trying to make that super authentic for the source language and culture doesn't necessarily fit well into the language you're writing.

In other words, "shit" and "fuck" and such are likely to work fine for anything.

Also, there are a number of ways to be rude as fuck without uttering a single vulgar word. You can be rude while speaking and acting very politely, even. That's not something that's easy to show in a fic, it's easier to tell it ("he's speaking very politely yet it's the rudest thing she's ever heard"). Not to mention that it's easy to get it wrong when it's a culture you don't know extremely well, so a little vague telling is likely to make your story smoother than a detailed description of a rudeness situation.

The point is that one of the characters is rude to another, and that can be communicated well to the readers in several ways.

*Sources what sources. Actually there are lots of sources, but they tend to leave out disease. This is how I categorise and I'm sure there are researchers who agree with me, somewhere.

[griefabyss69]

Lay of The Autumn

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

Hello, this is Eddie's POV from the microfic I posted earlier this month and goes slightly further than that one! The Smell of Autumn (Same rating/theme, just Steve's POV)

[ AO3 ] [ Tip / Commissions post ]

‘Pine’ wc: 508 | rated: M | cw: Semi-public nudity

The illusion about the deeper part of the forest is that even in the middle of the daytime, it feels like another world.

Closed off to everyone else, just you and the birds and whatever little critters are around, the sun shining like a hot lamp through the trees – and Eddie's just a lizard on a cool autumn afternoon, soaking up the rays. He thinks he could curl up on a rock and have a nice afternoon nap.

But once in a while, people do come through here. His little coniferous sanctuary is dispelled, and he's glad he wasn't actually sleeping, on a walk instead, able to be on guard.

He'd been restless – out of smokes until he could bum one or until his next sale tomorrow – feeling kind of weird and lonely now that everyone's talking about college and he's once again condemned to the kinds of failure that only fat stacks of cash or a GED could turn around.

So a nice walk through the forest to ease the crawling pressure inside was exactly what he needed.

Though now, standing just off the path, as he stares at Steve Harrington's naked shoulder, peeking out from behind a thick pine tree, he has to wonder if the pressure had just been fate pushing him along.

The guy doesn't look embarrassed, though he does look sheepish, and it's such an attractive look on someone he's only seen looking humble with a black eye that he gets a little closer.

"Uh," he says, starting things off with a real eloquence. "Hello?"

He's thinking; maybe this is some kind of prank on Steve, maybe a dare? Streaking through the forest, right?

But Steve just shrugs, his smile getting sweeter, cheeks turning pinker, and he moves. Eddie can see that he really is au natural, able to follow the naked line of his thigh up to his shoulder – and he seems to be showing off a little, despite hiding the goods.

"Hello."

"You okay?" He asks, because he wants to be more sure about whatever he's about to do.

Steve nods, and Eddie realizes with the stiff movement of his torso that his arms are locked behind his back.

He'd already been getting hard, a perfectly reasonable reaction to seeing a hot guy naked in the forest, but the added bondage of it all gets him dizzy, his dick thick and heavy in his pants in a way that Steve immediately clocks.

"I'm great," Steve says, and steps out from behind the tree, his own dick just as hard as Eddie's. "Are you…?"

He trails off, and Eddie doesn't want to leave room for doubts, so he steps closer, the sun's warmth feeble in comparison to the way Steve makes him feel like he's in a hot bath.

"Yeah, I am," he says, and Steve steps out into the sunlight where Eddie can see that his arms aren't even tied, he's just holding them there, all self obedient.

“Great,” Steve says, and gives himself over to him.

[sucrows]

X, J, O with Ibara a x Tatsumi please:)

All of these Ibara letters are done, so Tatsumi it is! 

(NSFW UNDER CUT)

[O] ORAL: 

Entirely inexperienced in both giving and receiving. He has nothing against it, he just needs time to learn. Tatsumi feels too bad to let you sit on your knees in front of him (they’ll bruise!) so you usually have to make him lay back and crawl between his legs if you want to put your mouth on him. When he learns to give, he picks up this cute little habit of giving your sex a kiss before he begins. He’s an eager study and accepts being made a mess surprisingly easy. 

[J] JACK OFF: 

Almost never does it. He has no problems with doing so, but in this situation it’s because he just doesn’t feel the urge that often. He doesn’t get boners or horny in general often. This does lead to his dick being quite sensitive though, it gets stimulated so infrequently that his orgasms hit harder than they would otherwise. He tends to be a bit vocal when he does touch himself, so he really has to hide himself away when he does. 

[X] X-RAY: 

Roughly Average length at about 5-6 inches (13-16 cm). His dick is honestly quite pretty, it sticks straight out and is surprisingly pale with an almost cherry colored head. As he gets more aroused, the rest of his dick turns a subtly pinker color. It’s so sensitive and so fun to play with. Tatsumi makes the cutest noises when you do so after all. 

[locolesbianwp]

the gift

pairing: Eve Polastri & Villanelle | Oksana Astankova

warning: smut

summary: Eve gives Villanelle the gift of a lifetime

word count: 4200+

March. Typically, the world is greyed over due to numerous rain-filled clouds inhabiting the sky. Trees are still lank and bare from the winter weather and their leaves have barely given any thought about making a reappearance. However, today seemed special. Different. The usually sequestered sun had dominated the clouds and shone bright rays of light into the world beneath it. Even the trees bore small budding leaves on randomised branches.

Eve stirred from her sleep as a result of said sun, which was beaming through the slit in the curtains and directly onto her face. Her hands subconsciously rose to shield her closed eyes from the light and she let out a soft groan caused by both tiredness and irritation. She kept her eyes covered and wished for sleep to take over her again, before she realised what day it was.

Villanelle's birthday.

Eve's eyes immediately popped open, but reduced to a squint after being attacked by the sun. "Shit." She muttered, sitting up in the king size bed while Villanelle lay asleep beside her. Eve tried to rack her brain for an appropriate word to describe how her lover looked in that moment, but ironically, the only word that came to mind was angelic. Perhaps it was the way her honey coloured hair was sprawled across the pillow in an almost halo shape, or maybe it was the certain sunbeam which resembled a golden aura that highlighted the lower half of her face.

Villanelle's mouth in the light was nothing short of tempting. Her full lips looked even pinker in the spotlight, and the subtle sleepy pout that she wore was calling Eve's kiss. There was nothing she wanted more than to just simply lean down and kiss her, wake her. But Eve wanted to give Villanelle the best birthday she could, and that started with breakfast in bed.

Eve forced her attention away from the sleeping girl next to her and instead focused on the task at hand. First, she needed to actually figure out what time it currently was and how much time she had to sort things out before Villanelle woke. She pulled the charger from out of her phone and peered at the illuminated screen which displayed what she needed to know.

9:18

Villanelle generally woke up at around ten, so Eve had plenty of time. It wasn't unusual for her to wake up before her partner, however, she usually snuggled up to the person next to her and drifted back into a deep sleep. But not today. Eve carefully pulled the sheets from her body and clambered out of bed as silently as she could so as to not disturb Villanelle. She tiptoed her way out of their shared bedroom and walked into the large kitchen, where the whole of the sun could be clearly seen through the windowpanes. As she tried to think of what she could possibly make for breakfast, she scoured through the fridge to find any assortment of ingredients that could form something edible. Pancakes, maybe? Eve Polastri was definitely not a Michelin star chef, although she did take pride in her ability to make a palatable batch of pancakes.

Eve cleared the fridge of the ingredients she needed; eggs, milk, butter. She even grabbed a hold of a half-empty carton of orange juice and poured the liquid into a glass for herself. Deciding to make the most of the improved weather, she cracked open the windows to allow the fresh Spring air to spread throughout the room. While Eve began to whip up the pancake batter, she came to the realisation that she had never made this kind of effort with her ex-husband. She didn't wake up early on his birthday to cook him breakfast in bed, and she didn't sneak out of the room so as to prolong his sleep. Niko was her husband, but he wasn't the one.

The pancakes didn't take long to cook, and Eve was plating them up before she knew it. She would often drift away from reality when completing simple tasks, as they didn't require much forethought and her mind was very easy to succumb to. Due to this, she completely forgot she had to pick up Villanelle's birthday cake she ordered a few days before. Eve picked up her phone, all while cursing herself internally, and dialled the bakery's number to let them know she was running a little late and she'd be there as soon as she could. She wanted to be able to take the breakfast to Villanelle as soon as she got back, so she decided to quickly chop up some fresh fruit as she wouldn't have to do it when she returned. An assortment of blueberries, bananas and strawberries were finely sliced and placed intricately atop the stack of pancakes on each plate, with the reminder of the fruit being transferred into a bowl.

Eve was happy with her work, but she was well aware that the cake still needed to be collected. She pulled on a pair of shoes and caught sight of herself in the hall mirror, wearing grey sweatpants and a loose black t-shirt that she had slept in. Usually she would change into something fresh before going outdoors, but she just didn't have the time, so she left her house with purse in hand and no cares about her outfit.

On the walk to the bakery, Eve delighted in the joyous chatter of people and children revelling in the sunny skies. It was hard to believe that just yesterday, the streets were painted with raindrops. Next to the bakery sat Eve and Villanelle's favourite cafe. It was a family owned business with an expertise in roasting beans. The closer Eve got, the stronger the coffee smell was, and the more she craved a cup. She eyed the bakery door. She knew she was running behind, but she was won over by the caffeine.

The man behind the counter greeted Eve enthusiastically and immediately began to make her order, without her even needing to say anything. A cappuccino and a hot chocolate.

"V not with you today?" The barista questioned, noticing Villanelle's absence right away. The couple always came here together, so it was a rare sight for Eve to be here by herself.

"It's her birthday today. She's having a lie in." Eve explained and awaited her coffee as it was being poured into a take-away cup.

"Aw, wish her a happy birthday from me!" The man placed both cups on the counter. Eve reached for her purse to take out the money she owed, but the man waved a dismissive hand. "It's on me. Get back before she wakes up."

"Thank you." Eve said sincerely and picked up the hot drinks. Now she really needed to pick up that cake. She entered the bakery next door and was immediately greeted with the wonderful aroma of freshly baked goods, which had her stomach growling in search of food. Resisting the temptation to purchase a croissant for herself, Eve freed her hands of the coffee by putting the beverages on the countertop and pulled out the money she owed for the cake. And only the cake. No croissants. Once she was given her order, Eve placed her coffee cups on top of the box and bid a polite goodbye to the workers. It was definitely a challenge balancing the drinks while walking, but she successfully managed to make it back into her house without any accidents.

The house was quiet, apart from the high pitched singing of birds that could be heard from outside. Hoping that Villanelle was still asleep, Eve entered the kitchen to see things just as she left them. With a sigh of relief, Eve put the large box inside the fridge for safe keeping, and placed her items on a chopping board; two plates, the bowl of fruit and the two cups. She wasn't bothered to look for a tray since the chopping board did the exact same job and aided her in carrying all the stuff to the bedroom in one go. She pushed open the bedroom door with her foot and watched as a yawning Villanelle was rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"Good morning." Eve greeted, immediately drawing Villanelle's attention to her.

"Aw, Eve." She spoke softly, jutting her lower lip out in a sweet pout. "You made this for us?"

"For you." Eve corrected, kicking off her shoes and rejoining her lover on the bed. She set down the chopping board in the middle and scooted up with her back against the headboard. Villanelle mimicked her position.

"Happy birthday, Villanelle." Eve leaned over and pressed a kiss to her cheek, to which Villanelle's skin reacted by crimsoning in a blush.

Villanelle had never felt so seen before. Her birthday was never a big deal for her, or anyone. It was just a date on the calendar that she recognised but never fully acknowledged. She certainly didn't get breakfast handed to her, or the love of her life celebrating with her. She didn't know how to react to the gesture, and her eyes began to fill up with emotion, so she simply said, "Eat up."

Eve didn't need to be told twice, nor did the rumbling in her stomach. She picked up one of the plates and groaned in the realisation that she forgot cutlery.

"What's wrong, Eve?" Villanelle asked, a furrow in her brow that showed she was genuinely concerned. Eve chuckled and shook her head.

"I just forgot to bring a knife and fork."

"Hey, what are hands for?" Villanelle picked up a pancake in one of her hands and tucked a few berries into the fold she was creating, before putting it into her mouth and taking a hefty bite. This prompted Eve to follow and take her own bite of the pancake. They both shared a glance as the delicious food took over their taste buds. Villanelle comically rolled her eyes into the back of her head in pleasure, which had Eve quickly glancing away before she got any ideas.

"So good." The blonde mumbled over a mouthful of food and grabbed one of the cups off the board. She recognised the label instantly and smiled to herself, washing down her bite with a gulp of...cappuccino.

"Bleh!" Villanelle forced the liquid down before handing the drink to its rightful owner. "Cappuccino."

Eve laughed at the reaction and took her cup. The couple spent majority of the day in the bedroom, eating their food and dancing to old music played on vinyls. Villanelle suggested spending some time outdoors in the warmth and Eve agreed. They dressed into light clothing and walked hand in hand outside, where the sun was belting down hot rays and positivity.

"Do you want to go to the park?" Villanelle asked as the pair strolled down the street.

"Of course. It'll be packed, though." Eve informed her, but neither of them really cared.

"It's okay. I'll just scare the children off." Villanelle said casually. Eve turned to look at her, a questioning eyebrow raised. She was serious!

"You want to play? Like, actually play in the park?"

"Yes! Why else would I have suggested it?" Villanelle had a confused look on her face. Eve just laughed and leaned her head on the taller woman's shoulder as they walked to the park.

It was indeed packed. Children ran about the tarmac, squealing gleefully while parents chattered over benches and homemade sandwiches. Eve felt a little self conscious about being a fully grown woman in a park with no children of her own, but Villanelle did not care. She was a child at heart.

"C'mon, Eve! I want to go on the swings." Villanelle latched onto Eve's hand tightly, dragging her to the swing set that was fully occupied, apart from one. "Sit." She instructed and Eve followed, taking up the last swing. She thought that Villanelle was going to push her but instead she stood in front of the little boy on the neighbouring swing.

"Move. Now." Villanelle demanded and the boy ran off the swing without any further orders. She took the swing and looked over at Eve, who was stifling a laugh. "What? He's probably been here long enough, it's my turn."

"You're a big kid." Eve teased, adjusting her grip on the rusting metal chains and beginning to swing.

"I'm your big kid." Villanelle attempted to flirt, but they both looked at each other with widening eyes. "No, I have sex with you, that's just wrong."

"Villanelle!" Eve scolded her and glanced around to see if any children heard. "This is a children's park. You can't just say sex." Her voice lowered to a whisper.

"At least I'm not doing it." Villanelle shrugged it off and joined Eve in swinging.

"Yeah, 'cause it's a crime."

"Just because some things are illegal doesn't mean it has stopped me doing them."

"Duh." Eve laughed.

The pair swung around for a while longer before they decided to head home. The sun was beginning to dim down a little and the park was quietening. Walking back to the house, they continued to hold hands, not wanting to part after spending so little time together over the years.

"Do you think the sun knew it was my birthday today?" Villanelle asked with her head tilted towards the sky just as Eve was opening the front door.

"Yes." Eve said honestly, taking one last look at the star before it was to be covered over by incoming clouds. They entered the house and Eve instructed Villanelle to take a seat at the table in the kitchen while she shut the door.

"Why? What are you doing?" She questioned. Of course she wouldn't just sit down without asking why.

"Just sit down." Eve gestured to the chair.

"Why, though?"

"Villanelle, do you trust me?"

"I do."

"Then sit down." Eve rolled her eyes playfully at the stubbornness of her girlfriend.

"Fine." Villanelle dragged out the word, but took a seat at the table nonetheless. Eve snuck over to the fridge and removed the box she placed in there earlier. She lifted the two tier lilac cake out of its packaging and grabbed some candles from the back of a cupboard. She stuck a few of them haphazardly into the cake and struck up a lighter, disguising the sound with a cough. Villanelle could only hear what Eve was doing, and she was pleasantly surprised when the cake was placed in front of her on the table. Eve began to sing happy birthday, very horribly in her eyes, but Villanelle loved every second of it and that's all that mattered. Those tears that were blinked away this morning resurfaced, but Eve noticed them this time.

"Is my singing really that bad?" Eve joked lightly but pulled a chair closer to Villanelle and sat down. She grasped the blonde's face between her hands, allowing the pads of her thumbs to trace the outline of her cheekbones and wipe away falling tears.

"No. You've just been so nice to me." Villanelle admitted and leaned into Eve's touch, sniffling very quietly. Eve's heart hurt for her lover but she put on a brave face.

"And I will continue to do that. It's what you deserve. Now, make a wish." Eve directed the subject to the cake to lighten the mood, and she could tell Villanelle was grateful for it. She thought about her wish for a moment before blowing out each candle simultaneously with a huge blow, to which Eve celebrated with a cheer.

"Do you want to have a slice now or do you want your present first?" Eve asked, rising from her seat. Villanelle looked genuinely surprised at the question.

"You got me a present?"

"Yes, of course I did."

Villanelle smiled. "Then I want that first."

"You got it." Eve shot her a wink while she disappeared from the kitchen to retrieve the gift. Villanelle took a moment to appreciate the effort that Eve had put into making this day special for her. And it was just that. Special.

Eve returned with another box, but wrapped this time in a birthday themed paper and tied off with a red ribbon. She pushed the cake out of the way and set the present in front of Villanelle, returning to her seat to watch her open it.

She untied the ribbon, ripped open the paper and pulled open the box. She gasped at its contents and looked at Eve, who had the end of her nail in her mouth.

"Lingerie?" Villanelle raised an amused eyebrow, picking up the lacy underwear with her thumbs. The blood red material changed the mood in the room with its presence. The ribboned one piece felt expensive in her hands and she was just about to ask where it had been purchased, only Eve cut her off.

"How about you to try it on and I'll grab some wine." Eve rose from her seat with a confident composure, as if her heart wasn't racing inside her body at the thought of Villanelle in the present she got her. She felt maybe she was being a little selfish with the present, as it would be more her who would be enjoying it, but the way she was feeling right now let her know that Villanelle would definitely be as grateful for the gift as Eve was.

Villanelle wordlessly sauntered out of the kitchen with the box in her hands while Eve scanned the wooden rack for a particular bottle of red wine. Once acquired, she plucked two wine glasses and carried them to the bedroom. Upon opening the door, she found Villanelle already changed into the lingerie and seating herself on the bed, back against the headboard like her position this morning.

Every shift of her curvy body was accentuated by the cardinal colour, and it contrasted so beautifully against her pale, milky skin. Her full breasts filled the cups of the piece, with the tops of them spilling out ever so slightly. Each step that Eve took just added to the lust she was already feeling. The wine in her hands was almost forgotten about until Villanelle spoke up and drew Eve from her mesmerisation.

"I like these glasses." Villanelle admitted, taking the two from Eve's hands and setting them on her beside table. Eve could hardly form a coherent thought in her head, and there Villanelle was, admiring wine glasses.

"Yeah." Eve agreed with a sheepish nod and popped open the chilled wine bottle. The liquid sloshed around in the glass as she poured it carelessly, and Villanelle caught an escaped drop that was running down the side of the glass with her finger. She placed that finger in her mouth to lick off the drop of alcohol, all while staring at Eve from under her lashes. The older woman took a deep breath before swallowing the glass of wine in one. She certainly needed the alcohol to kick in immediately to soothe the overload of feelings within her body. She was so turned on, nervous, hot. All because of another girl.

"I like your style." Villanelle's lips curved into a smirk as she gulped back her own glass until nothing was left. The residue of the red liquid stained her lips a darker shade of pink, and that was all Eve needed to give in. She climbed onto her knees on the bed and positioned herself in front of Villanelle, between her legs. The blonde wrapped her slim legs around the other's waist, and pulled her in closer. Eve felt drunk already, but she knew it wasn't the result of the singular glass of wine; she was love drunk. And overly horny.

Eve leaned in first and captured Villanelle's lips in a kiss. Her lips were soft and delicate and she couldn't seem to get enough. Villanelle separated for air but Eve's eager mouth was parting her dewy lips faster than she could inhale. Eve felt again the rush of submissiveness, the fervent yearning, the surge of desire that knocked her breathless. This was routine for her, but she didn't wish to submit to Villanelle tonight. They both pulled away, intaking sharp breaths to their lungs. Eve barely gave Villanelle time to breathe, for her lips were now planting hot, open-mouthed kisses against the side of her neck. She skimmed across her pulse point with her teeth and pressed a singular kiss on the base of her throat. Villanelle gasped softly and her head titled back, hitting against the headboard with a quiet thud. The birthday girl was in a daze, rightfully in a trance due to Eve's actions.

As the pair put a few centimetres distance between their faces, Villanelle could read the look in Eve's eyes. She had no time to speak, to interject, for Eve was already shuffling her body down the bed, laying on her stomach and placing her hands around Villanelle's knees. She shivered at the cool touch and slowly spread her legs apart, peering down into beady brown eyes that were already gazing at her. No words were exchanged, only small pants of anticipation as Eve traced a svelte finger along the lacy outline of the panties Villanelle wore. She waited with bated breath for the next move, and slowly shut her eyes when Eve hooked the finger beneath one side of the underwear and pulled it to the side. The older woman could see just how wet this whole ordeal had gotten Villanelle. She let the material go from her finger and it snapped back against Villanelle, making her squirm. Her insides were quaking with lust.

Eve watched her own hands as they ran over expanses of creamy, pale skin and squeezed in all the right places. Each squeeze evoked a different reaction from the blonde, which only fuelled Eve's desire more. She couldn't take any more of this teasing herself, never mind Villanelle.

She pulled the panties to the side once more, but rougher this time. Eager fingers began to sneak between Villanelle's thighs, slipping past the soaked lace and ghosting over her pulsing clit, which earned a filthy whine in response. Eve rubbed tight little circles on the blonde's clit and looked up between her legs to see Villanelle's eyes shut. Eve stopped.

"What the hell?" Villanelle complained, glaring down at her lover with a nettled expression.

"Keep your eyes open, Oksana." Eve demanded, and Villanelle's eyes widened at the name. Words failed to come to her, so all she could manage was a nod to show she understood.

"And hold this." Eve instructed, gesturing to the panties that she was holding to the side. Villanelle reached down to take over and watched her lover's every move.

Eve used two fingers to spread Villanelle's glistening folds apart and leaned forward to ghost her lips over her clit, giving it a whisper of a kiss. She stuck out her tongue and flattened it, sliding from the beginning of Villanelle's entrance, up to the straining pearl of her clit. With her teeth clenched, the blonde hissed softly, and Eve repeated the motion again and again. She was determined to have Villanelle yield and by the way her chest was heaving up and down hastily, Eve knew that she was enjoying this as much as she is.

Eve worked messily and despite her best efforts to gather everything Villanelle had to offer, warm wetness still smeared across her cheeks. The blonde's taste was sweet, tangy, and so, so addictive. Eve's tongue delved deeper in search of more, parting Villanelle's pussy with the tip of her tongue and she thrusted forward into her. A sharp cry was released into the air and Eve looked up just in time to see Villanelle bite hard onto her lip to stifle her moans of pleasure. Eve's grip on Villanelle's thighs tightened, and she could feel the uneven skin of battle wounds beneath her palms. Each scar told a different story of how Villanelle fought and survived.

The couple knew that Villanelle would not be able to stay completely submissive for too long. Her free hand came to rest on top of Eve's head, twisting curly hair around her fist and shoving her face further against her pussy. Eve barely had an opportunity to catch her breath, but the way Villanelle's hips were raising to ride her tongue was evidence enough that she was close to ecstasy.

"Oh, Eve." She panted out, closing and opening her fist around black locks. "Keep doing that."

Eve had no intentions of stopping. She continued the repetitive plunging of her tongue into Villanelle's entrance, and removed one of her hands from her thigh to tease the clit that was longing for attention. At this action, Villanelle's thighs automatically closed around Eve's head in a vice-like grip as her orgasm overtook her body. Wetness trickled past Eve's mouth and coated her chin as the woman above her moaned out curses in a mix of both English and Russian.

"Wow." Villanelle spoke, breathless. She parted her legs to allow Eve to catch her breath and rekindled eye contact.

"Best birthday present ever. Do you want some cake now?"

[la-hoire]

[thewordworrier]

If You Marry Me - Part Two

Series Masterpost Word Count: 5,692 words.

Gerard is... Mildly lectured, Shelly has some thoughts and prepartions speed along.

They returned to the boys dressless that day. Frank was the first to notice their return to the bus.

“Oh! Welcome back! What did you get?” He asked, excitedly.

Shelly shook her head with a small smile. “Nothing, yet.”

Frank frowned a little and watched Shelly head to the back room. Lux joined him in watching the back room door slide shut before she shook her head and went to sit down.

“No dress, but,” she sat down and noticed that she had their attention - Gerard included. “But I did gain some insight.”

“Oh?” Frank prompted.

Lux sighed and turned to the vocalist. “Gee, do you think that maybe you could tell her how you feel about her? She’s pretty… Insecure.”

Gerard’s eyes widened and he blinked rapidly for a second. “But... Um… What is that going to achieve, really? It’ll just make things awkward between us and then she’ll leave us - she’ll quit!”

“No, she won’t! She won’t do that to us," Lux gestured to herself and the other band members.

“I feel like that’s true, she does really adore us,” Frank said with a nod, agreeing with Lux.

“The thing is, Gerard,” Lux continued. “She wants the whole… Marriage, wife life, babies, white fence, all of that! And I bet you do too -”

Gerard went pink.

“Especially if it’s with her,” Ray added quietly.

Gerard went pinker, almost red now, and cleared his throat quietly, avoiding the eyes of his bandmates.

“This is fate bringing you two together!” Lux finished her little speech emphatically, with a slightly raised voice. She didn’t mean to get a little bit loud though, so when she realised that she’d done that, she glanced around at her bandmates to check their reactions - she felt a little embarrassed, actually.

“What Lux is trying to say,” Mikey said with a nod and a slight grin. “Is that there’s probably feelings there on her part too. Feelings for you, I mean.”

Lux nodded quickly, looking back at Gerard. “Yeah, exactly that! But she thinks you’re too good for her!”

There’s a joint snort from Frank and Gerard, while the other two men just looked at Lux, wide eyed.

“You what?” Frank spluttered.

“You’re… You’re kidding, right?” Gerard said.

“Nope!” Lux shook her head. “I asked her what the hell she meant by that. She thinks that you could pull anyone - actually! She thinks we all could pull anyone we wanted. So why would you want her? That kinda thing.”

Gerard just… Stared at her.

“It almost makes me wonder if she’s met any of us,” Lux finished with a slight shrug.

“Well,” Frank snickered. “I mean, I certainly could…”

Mikey rolled his eyes and because he was the closest to the shorter guitarist, he hit him on the arm.

“Ow!”

“You could pull anyone?” Mikey said.

“And that’s totally why you’ve been dating the same girl since high school?” Ray finished.

“I! Well! Shelly’s amicable to the flirting! I think that counts!

Lux rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Frank, this is not about you! This is about Gerard and how he needs to tell, and maybe even show, Shelly how he feels about her!”

Gerard shrunk back into himself. “I… I really don’t think that’s a good idea!”

Lux turned her attention to him and he squeaked before continuing.

“I think… I think she can do better,” he swallowed. “Plus! The Vegas thing is so we don’t lose her as a band! You all pushed me into it!”

“Ugh!” Lux almost threw her hands into the air. “How can two people who are so perfect for one another think that the other is better than them! How?!”

Gerard gestured down the other end of the bus - in Shelly’s direction. “You’ve met her, right? Look at her! Look at how sweet and kind, how thoughtful and nice she is! Look how hard she works for us! Then,” he gestured to himself. “Look at the state of me.”

There was a pause, the band blinking at their singer.

“And,” Gerard continued after another moment. “She’s gorgeous, easily like, a 10? Where I’m like… A 6? And that’s on a good day. Not every day.”

“Mikey,” Lux said with a sigh, almost pleading with him. “Talk to your brother, please?”

Mikey studied Gerard for a moment before he moved closer to him. And then slapped him around the back of the head. Not too hard, this was his brother after all, but enough to definitely feel it.

“Ow!” Gerard whined, ducking and rubbing his head. “Ow owww.”

“You’re an idiot,” Mikey said calmly as he sat down. “She looks at you the exact same way you look at her. She’s so touchy feely with you; she pretends to brush dust off of your clothes all of the time, whether there’s something there or not. She’s always finding a reason to touch you.”

The others nodded.

“When she does her rounds, when we’re all in wardrobe or whatever,” Frank said with a slight wave of his hand. “She spends longer with you. She hugs you for longer when she’s giving out hugs. She’s very protective of you.”

Gerard glanced back down at his hands, fiddling with the hem of his shirt to distract himself a little. He had noticed that she hugged him for a little longer, actually. He had the suspicion that she waited to hug him last, when she was giving out hugs, purposely so she could hug him for that bit longer. And, he had a feeling that she hugged him a bit tighter than she hugged the others. He wasn’t totally certain about that, but he knew that he liked it.

“Well, she’s protective of all of us, really,” Ray added. “But especially of you.”

“Oh! Don’t forget all the times she’s stayed back, or stayed indoors with you to keep you company!” Frank said.

“And,” Mikey said, his voice soft. “I’ve seen the way she handles your art, Gee. Like even breathing on it will damage it. She’s so delicate with it.”

Gerard hummed softly, just to let them know that he’d been listening. He was blushing a little, remembering her hugs, her full body hugs especially. He was remembering the way their hands brushed when he gave her some of his art to look at - the expressions changing on her face as she looked over his linework. The way she leant her chin on her hand and focused her attention on him when he explained his concepts. The way she looked at him like she was actually listening.

“Oh, so you’ll listen to them, but not me?” Lux huffed slightly.

“I… I was listening to you!” Gerard protested. “I just…”

“You just don’t believe me. Or any of us,” Lux finished his sentence for him. “Not really.”

Gerard nibbled his bottom lip, looking back down at his lap, guiltily. She was absolutely right. He didn’t believe them. He didn’t believe that he had a single chance with their tiny tour manager.

“Gee,” Mikey said gently. “Why would we lie to you?”

“Yeah dude,” Frank said, adopting the same, genuine tone. “I know we joke around and everything, but we wouldn’t lie about something like this.”

“I…” Gerard swallowed again. His voice was barely above a whisper. “I don’t know. I’m not used to being allowed nice things, I guess?”

The rest of the band shared looks - all a combination of disbelief and maybe a little sadness too.

“Maybe we should… Do something else?” Gerard suggested with a small shrug and a glance towards the back office, where Shelly had disappeared to, and not returned from.

~#~

Shelly had immediately made her way to the back room, closing the door behind her as softly as she could manage. She definitely didn’t want to a) break the door or b) make it seem like she was in a bad mood by sliding it shut too harshly. Because she wasn’t in a bad mood, not at all.

Sure, she hadn’t really liked Lux’s little lecture, she understood Lux’s… Intentions, so to speak. It wasn’t like Lux had been yelling at her or anything like that. That would’ve put her in a bad mood. And she wasn’t in a bad mood.

She was, however, curled up in the corner seating in the back room - often referred to as her office. She had started looking at some paperwork but… Her brain hadn’t really wanted to cooperate. She kept thinking about her shopping trip with Lux, and specifically, some of the things they’d spoken about.

This whole situation was… Not quite a nightmare. What was the stage below a nightmare? A bad dream? Well. No? It wasn’t ideal, really. But… It wasn’t exactly the worst thing to happen. Admittedly, she had been worried about finding someone - a stranger, perhaps, in Vegas. Maybe not finding someone to do it, she had been more worried about them actually divorcing her. So the band’s concerns had been incredibly valid - because she’d had the same ones.

Truthfully, she would’ve been happy had any members of the band stepped up for her. The fact that Gerard had, eventually, was just… Well, it was kinda the best case scenario, really. She did feel bad - it had taken him some time to volunteer so she was worried that he’d felt pressured into it and didn’t actually want to be doing it. She wasn’t sure how reassured she had felt about it after their other conversation but… All she could do was keep giving him chances to back out if he wanted to.

If Shelly read between the lines of what Lux had been saying, then… She had been hinting that Gerard might like Shelly romantically. And Shelly… Wasn’t really sure how to feel about that. If that was true, then the label would probably have something to say about that. Not something positive either. And if, by some miracle, the label didn’t have a problem with it and they managed to fall into a relationship… If it then got out to the press or the fans… Hell, if this whole Vegas thing got out too, that wouldn’t be good either. She got accused of getting her job and keeping her job on her knees enough as it was. She was very aware of some of the posts and things written about her, and she tried to ignore it for the most part, but… Naturally, sometimes it all got her down.

Truthfully, Shelly was worried. 

The whole situation, even with Gerard stepping up for her, wasn't really ideal. Not just because she didn’t want to give that particular fire - the one about her job credentials - any more fuel. But also because… She hadn’t lied to Lux. She did want the whole thing one day - the marriage and babies thing. The “wife life” kind of deal. And she did honestly believe that she probably wouldn’t get the chance to do this thing properly because she threw herself into her work too much to give herself time for a relationship. How could she have a relationship when she was travelling as much as she did?

Unless of course, she had a relationship with someone she was travelling with, of course. But… Gerard could pick anyone. He could pick anyone now and he would forever be able to pick anyone because he was smart and sweet, talented and so handsome. He was really going places - she honestly believed that. So why would he pick her?

He probably wouldn’t, really. Which was his right! He didn’t have to have feelings for her. She wouldn’t expect him to. Even if that - him having romantic feelings for her - was something that… She thought she wanted.

That’s why this fake marriage thing was gonna… It was going to be strange. Because she kinda wanted it? She kinda wished it was real? Or at least - she kinda wished it was happening with Gerard.

Shelly had the feeling that it might hurt a bit, actually. She already knew that it was going to be the complete opposite of what she’d dreamt of as a younger girl. It was going to be the opposite of what she actually wanted now as an adult. Maybe that was the bit that hurt; the fact that Shelly had a feeling that this would probably be the only wedding she’d ever have. And it wasn’t what she wanted in the slightest.

Still, there was always the chance that Andi and the other management would be able to get her paperwork dealt with before they even hit Vegas. Maybe it wouldn't have to happen. That would be preferable, actually. And easier! So much easier because then she wouldn’t have to get fake married and then get it annulled. She didn’t think the situation would take so long they would miss the annulment window. She hoped not. That would make things harder and she didn’t want that.

~#~

The next few shows came and went - successful shows of course; Shelly never had any doubts about that. She didn’t think that the band could perform a bad show, and actually she was grateful for that. They were too dedicated to their music to allow it.

Shelly didn’t get much personal downtime while they were on the road - she tried to make sure that the band had a decent amount of time to unwind but… One rule for them, another for her, and all of that. She could rest when they weren’t touring. She could rest when she wasn’t working - when she didn’t have so much to do. She might be able to rest and have downtime when she was next back home with her family. But until then? She normally had too much work to do.

She did find herself with a little bit of this rare downtime - the band had been busy, probably rehearsing or doing some kind of sound check. And she had found herself on top of all of her paperwork. She couldn’t even go through it all and double check - because she had literally only done it the day before. The memory of doing it was too fresh so it seemed really silly to do it again so quickly.

Instead, she found herself going shopping, though specifically dress shopping - she didn’t stray too far away from the venue because she wanted to be able to get back to her band quickly if they called for her. Because of course she had messaged their group chat - though she told them that she was going to go for a wander. She didn’t want to tell them that she was going to attempt to go dress shopping. Though… She wasn’t entirely sure why she felt the need to hide that.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to continue looking at dresses with Lux - hell, she would rather not be doing the whole dress hunt alone. She would’ve loved to have Lux with her. But. Shelly was very aware of the fact that the Vegas show was creeping closer and she was running out of time. She still held out hope that maybe she wouldn’t have to go ahead with this fake wedding, but she knew that she’d have to have some kinda outfit just in case. Which is also why she knew that she would have to pick something that wasn’t too bridal - in case she didn’t need it for that at all. At least if she had a dress that was… Multi occasional, then if they didn’t have to go ahead with this thing, then it wouldn’t be a waste of money. 

Shelly managed to find a dress she deemed passable, as well as a few other things that she needed. She even managed to get her purchases back to the bus in order to hide them before she returned to her band. Though, she couldn’t help but have her thoughts drift back to the dress, and she kept wondering if she’d perhaps gone a little too short. Was the dress a little inappropriate? She was going to have to wear this in front of her band after all. She would have to look them in the eye after wearing it.

She wasn’t entirely sure why she was second guessing it. It wasn’t really that short, so she didn’t need to be worried about that. It didn’t show off too much cleavage, she’d worn unbuttoned blouses that had flashed more of her boobs than this dress. It was kinda tasteful in that respect, actually. On the other hand… It was pretty tight - it clung to her curves pretty well. The colour was fine - black was pretty appropriate actually, in regards to the band’s aesthetic at any rate. And the lace parts were pretty - Shelly thought that the lace added something to the dress - it made it seem less like a business dress. Plus, Shelly was a big fan of lace herself; it made her feel feminine, and sometimes cute. This dress though? It definitely made her feel good. Or at least, it had done in the dressing room. Now she was thinking about wearing it in front of her band, she was starting to feel a little shy about it. But… It was a little too late now. She’d purchased it and it was hidden amongst her things.

It turned out that Shelly getting the dress during that narrow time window - that had been a great idea, because that had been the only time she ended up having before they hit Vegas.

The teasing of Gerard ramped up on the road to Sin City. And the band thought that it was all perfectly justified because he hadn’t said anything to Shelly about how he felt about her, despite the encouragement… Despite the… Almost bullying, from his bandmates. Then again, Shelly hadn’t said anything to him about the way she felt either, despite the quiet encouragement she’d received from Lux.

~#~

“Gerard!”

Gerard glanced over to his guitarist.

“Excited for your upcoming nuptials?” Frank asked with a grin.

He scowled across the bus, and was about to throw something at Frank before Shelly spoke up from her seat nearby.

“So, when do you want to do it?”

Gerard coughed slightly, having been caught by surprise. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t think he minds ‘when’ Shell,” Frank grinned like a madman. “You can have him whenever you want.”

Shelly glanced over at Frank, taking her attention away from Gerard - which he was a little glad about, actually.

“Wherever you want, whatever position you want,” Frank continued. “Hell, be careful enough and you can have him as many times as you want.”

Gerard threw something at Frank, which he dodged - much to Gerard’s annoyance. Lux rolled her eyes while Mikey and Ray pulled the same “ugh” face.

Shelly on the other hand just sighed and shook her head - though the light blush across her cheeks didn’t go completely unnoticed.

“For god’s sake,” she muttered. “C’mon guys, off the bus.”

Shelly herded everyone off the bus, made sure they all had the bags that they needed and led the way to check them all into their motel. Once she’d done that and had gathered keys, they all made their cluster of rooms. They all ended up in one of the rooms - just for now - so Shelly could hand out the rest of the keys and discuss the plan of action for the rest of the day in peace without anyone overhearing. She paired herself with Lux, obviously, and decided to let the boys fight it out amongst themselves - which wasn’t an uncommon thing.

“Right,” she said, putting the other keys on the small table, after letting the guys know they’d have to sort it between themselves again. “Gerard, you didn’t answer my question though.”

Gerard blinked rapidly at her for a moment, swallowing slowly and trying to compose an answer that wasn’t just him agreeing with Frank.

“Although,” Shelly continued quietly, tapping her chin as she thought. “I should probably make some calls and see if we need to actually go ahead with that.”

Before any of the band had a chance to say anything about that, she had stepped outside of the room to make those phone calls. As soon as the door closed behind her, the others turned to Gerard.

“I cannot believe that you haven’t said anything to her yet!” Frank almost hissed at the vocalist.

“You’re still hoping that she’s going to come back in and say that they’ve sorted it all out, aren’t you?” Ray said carefully. “That this doesn’t need to be done.”

Gerard backed away a little bit before swallowing harder. “It’s… It’s better that she doesn't know. For the sake of the band!”

“You can’t, don’t, seriously believe that, do you?” Mikey asked, watching his brother closely.

“I do,” Gerard said with a nod.

It took Gerard longer than he ever would admit to, to realise what he had said. The rest of his band picked up on it much faster than he did, and they all grinned at each other before laughing a bit.

Shelly returned to see this behaviour - the others giggling and nudging each other while Gerard just looked unamused. She closed the door quietly so she could watch them for a moment, noticing that Gerard looked really unhappy. She wasn’t to know that it was only because of the teasing, she wasn’t to know that he still thought that she really didn’t need to know how he felt. She definitely didn’t know that he was of the strong belief that she could do better than him. Because of this lack of knowledge, Shelly just assumed that he looked unhappy because he had changed his mind about the Vegas wedding, that he didn’t want to do this whole thing anymore. Maybe he didn’t want to do it in the first place.

Frank was the first to spot her. “Hey!”

Shelly jumped, having been a little lost in her head. “Oh! Hey.”

“What’s the word?” Frank asked.

She hesitated, seriously considering lying to them. She seriously considered telling them that it didn’t need to go ahead, that everything was sorted, but… She knew that ultimately they’d either see right through her, or they’d eventually find out and be upset with her because of it.

Shelly refocused a little better to see them looking at her. Except Gerard - he was looking at his hands in his lap, but she could tell that he was still listening.

“They haven’t had much luck so far,” she sighed. “It’s moving along! Just not as fast as anyone wants it to.”

“So the wedding is going ahead?” Mikey asked.

She noticed that at this, Gerard glanced up at her, and for a moment she could’ve sworn that he almost looked hopeful. She shook her head once to dislodge the thought before she cleared her throat.

“Um, yeah, I guess so.” She glanced over to Gerard. “But I can still find someone else, if I need to. That’s not a big deal.”

Four pairs of eyes just stared at her for a moment.

“No,” Gerard said gently but firmly. “It’s fine.”

Shelly opened her mouth and he raised an eyebrow at her, which made her close her mouth quite quickly. Gerard pushed himself to his feet and made his way over to her.

“I promise,” he continued, taking her hand. “I don’t want to see anyone take advantage of you, of the situation. I don’t want anyone to even have the chance to think about doing so.”

Her posture and her expression softened as she nearly melted at his words.

“It’s better that it’s me,” Gerard finished quietly, managing to maintain eye contact with her.

The rest of the band looked at each other - all surprised (at his tone, eye contact and the fact that he had willingly gotten up and gone to hold her hand) and kinda impressed (mostly at his bravery). Frank had noticed the look on Shelly’s face - he had noticed her expression change, and this had just made him grin.

“You sure?” Shelly asked one last time, her voice so soft and gentle.

Gerard just nodded.

“Alright,” she almost whispered before clearing her throat to get her regular volume back. “Um. The closest place is around the corner from here, actually. And they’ve got a great reputation, the best, for handling the paperwork quickly.”

“That’s a coincidence,” Frank said loud enough for her to hear him, with a raised eyebrow.

Shelly looked around Gerard and smiled. “It’s almost like I know what I’m doing. It’s almost like I’m good at my job.”

Frank grinned at her as Gerard chuckled.

“Gee?”

He turned his full attention back to her. “Mm?”

“Do you still have that long coat, with the faux fur collar?” Shelly asked, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. “I mean, do you have it with you?”

“My Camden market one?” He watched her nod. “I do, yeah. Did… You want to borrow it?”

“Yes please,” she nodded again.

“Sure, I’ll bring it over in a minute.”

“Thanks,” Shelly smiled at him and he smiled back.

Neither of them had picked up on Gerard’s “I do” and neither of them were paying attention to the others (who had picked up on it) and who were sort of nudging each other and trying not to giggle. Gerard squeezed Shelly’s hand gently before he let it go and stepped away from her. She hummed for a moment before shooing the boys out of the room.

“Go and suit up or whatever,” she said. “I’ll look up the time for the appointment I made in advance and group text you.”

Lux grinned a little and waved goodbye as the boys left to split up and go to their rooms. Once the door had closed, she turned to look at Shelly, who was, as she said, double checking her organiser.

“I’m going to tell them a slightly earlier time than we need to be there,” Shelly said. “Because that way, they won’t be late.”

“So smart,” Lux said with a nod of agreement. “Gerard’s really getting the full package, huh?”

“I don’t know about that,” Shelly muttered. “He’s maybe getting the brains and definitely the boobs, but I don’t know about the booty.”

Lux snorted and started looking through her case quickly to find what she wanted to wear. “Don’t be ridiculous Shell. You are the full package.”

“Boobs for sure,” Shelly said again, sending the group text and then going to her own bags.

“And brains!” Lux argued. “And beauty!”

“Hmm,” Shelly pulled the bag with her dress in it out of her case before searching for some other things. None of the band had seen her dress yet, and she’d been purposely hiding it from the guys at least. That’s why she wanted Gerard’s coat. The few she had with her were too short.

“And you’ve got a good ass too, actually.”

Shelly looked up at the drummer, with surprised, wide eyes. Lux just  beamed at her. 

“You do! You’re gorgeous, Shell! He’s a lucky boy!”

“Hmmm! I’m not sure about that!” Shelly gathered her things, slightly pink in the face, and slipped into the bathroom to get ready.

Lux giggled softly to herself and started to change her own clothes. She was halfway through this, but still in a decent enough state of dress, when there was a gentle knock on their door. Shelly was still in the bathroom and presumably hadn’t heard the knock, so Lux hurried over to answer the door. Frank was standing on the other side, dressed up a little bit and holding Gerard’s Camden market coat, with a grin on his face.

“Hey,” he said, offering Lux the coat.

“Thanks! How’s Gee doing?”

Frank thought about it. “He’s clearly a bit nervous, but he seems… He seems okay. Maybe a little excited? I’m not totally sure. He’s being very quiet, but he doesn’t seem unhappy.”

“He shouldn't be unhappy!” Lux said. “She’s such a catch. Even if this isn’t real.”

“Is Shelly… Doing okay?” Frank asked with a gentle tilt of his head.

“She seems to be,” Lux nodded, holding the coat over her arm. “She’s doing her usual self-doubt stuff, but not more than normal.”

Frank frowned. “How so this time?”

“Oh, you know,” Lux waved a hand. “Not thinking that she’s an absolute babe, who’s the full package kinda thing.”

“And she’s thinking that she isn’t that?” Frank watched Lux nod to confirm and he sighed. “One day. One day she’ll believe us - she has to, right?”

“I hope so,” Lux said almost sadly. “She deserves to feel good about herself.”

Frank nodded. “Absolutely.”

They stood awkwardly for a moment, both lost in thought, before Frank shook his head. “Right, I should get back.”

“Sure. Thanks for bringing this,” Lux gestured to the coat on her arm.

Frank nodded and grinned before heading back to one of the other rooms. Lux closed the door once he was out of sight. She heard the bathroom door open behind her and turned to see Shelly in the dress she’d picked out on her own - some little, tight, lacy black number.

“Oh!” Lux’s eyes went so incredibly wide - Shelly wasn’t sure that she’d seen them go that wide before. “Well, hot damn Miss Shelly.”

Shelly giggled and gestured to her dress. “What do you think?”

“I’m not sure if I want to be you or be on you,” Lux murmured as the blonde did a little spin for her.

“Well,” Shelly blushed a little but. “If it were legal, darlin’ we wouldn’t’ve needed to rely on the boys to help me out.”

“Gerard is definitely one lucky dude.” Lux said with a bright smile as she handed the coat over to Shelly.

“Yeah, well…” Shelly’s blush went from pink to red and she paused to clear her throat. “It’s not like this is an actual, real thing. It’s not like he gets to unwrap and touch the goods.”

‘He’s not gonna pull my dress off later, I’m not gonna get a wedding night. So I’m not sure why I felt the need to buy new underwear for this thing,’ Shelly thought to herself as she put the coat on the bed and went to double check herself in the mirror.

“Don’t be so hasty!” Lux moved a little closer as she watched Shelly adjust her hair and examine her make-up. “You never know how the night will go. We are in Vegas, after all!”

Shelly squeaked, straightened up and stared at Lux. “I’m not gonna get drunk and sleep with my boss!”

“Slash husband,” Lux teased ever so gently before clearing her throat. “I didn’t say anything about anyone getting drunk though.”

“It’s the only way anything is going to happen,” Shelly eyed the drummer a little bit. “And the fact that we’re in Vegas kinda implies drunkenness and whole… Whatever happens here stays here.”

“That’s how you see it,” Lux shrugged.

Shelly squinted at the slightly younger woman before going to double check her make-up one more time. “Like I said, I’ve told them to meet us there, and hopefully the rings that Gerard and I picked out will be there now too.”

“Ooh!” Lux let out a little gasp of excitement. “What did you pick?”

“Hmn? Oh, the rings?”

Lux nodded.

“Ah. Nothing elaborate,” Shelly shrugged. “They weren’t expensive.”

‘They’re not really what I’d willingly pick for a real wedding,’ Shelly thought to herself. ‘Nothing about this is remotely in line with the wedding I actually want. It’s all pretty much the opposite.’

She wasn’t to know that Gerard had a similar line of thought when they’d been picking rings together on the bus a few days ago - they’d been looking at cheap, quick to deliver options, and he’d been thinking about the fact that they kinda fit everything he knew about Vegas weddings - quick and cheap. And that was the complete opposite of the wedding that Shelly deserved, and the complete opposite of the wedding that he’d give her.

“Oh.” Lux’s face fell and she sounded quite sad. She cleared her throat quietly. “Well, as long as it doesn’t turn your finger green.”

Shelly noticed Lux’s expression change, and it softened her own. She smiled slightly. “That’s why we’re not getting the rings there. I’m not sure I trust them to not make our skin go that weird shade of green.”

While they had agreed on the rings, both kinda wanting to wear designs that were clearly a pair, they also wanted to wear something that they didn’t hate. But other than that, not a lot of thought had been put into anything else. Shelly didn’t see the point. Why would either of them want to put too much thought, or too much care into something that neither of them thought was going to last? It was just a means to an end after all.

“Although," Shelly continued, noticing Lux turn to look at her. “I think we went with a rose gold kinda option?”

Lux nodded, encouraging her to carry on.

“Mine’s a rose gold band with like… The white, um…” Shelly frowned. “Whatever it is? Cubic Zirconia? I don’t think it’s a diamond. But I don’t remember. And his is a silver band with a rose gold stripe in the middle. Like it’s sandwiched between the two silver bits. So it’s not like they’re totally plain.”

“They sound pretty anyway,” Lux smiled at her before letting out a soft sigh. 

“What’s up?”

“God, I really want this to work out for you two. You’d be so cute together! Give me some hope that love is real, you know?”

Shelly side eyed the drummer - she was still totally oblivious to how the singer felt about her after all. “Miss Lux. Ma’am. Have you been drinking?”

“Not yet today!” Lux grinned at her.

“Oh lord,” Shelly snorted quietly as she put Gerard’s coat on and made sure that she had all the things she needed. “That’s kinda how this whole thing is making me feel. Are you ready to go?”

“Oh yeah, you know it.”

[heartbeatsnice]

You wake up to another day, go through your routine and such as if everything is normal. That is until you step into the bathroom and notice the center of your chest seems pinker than normal... and moving, at that.

Upon closer inspection, you're seeing your heart! The organ is still pumping away in your chest, but you see it working as if you have some sort of x-ray vision. Such a shocking revelation, but you also have to go out for errands, so you don't have much time to process this.

As you go out and do those errands, you notice that you don't see anybody else's heart as you pass by them. However, one thing that you picked up is whenever they glance to you for even a second... they're looking at your chest. Whether you were slipped some strange chemical or whatever, everybody can see your very core, beating away in its cage. Your life is more apparent to everybody else now, as if casually flaunting off your vital motor for all to see!

Me being a shy person, my heart would be racing from all the eyes on it!

Perhaps its racing catches the attention of someone.

Someone with much more nefarious reasons. Reasons to snatch me so they could toy with my heart.

Perhaps one of those reasons may bring my heart out into the open and I’ll get to see it beating right before my eyes instead of inside my chest.

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3496

i went to a little quilt shop with my momma today. we picked out fabrics for a baby blanket i'm gonna make. they're coral and pink and teal and i quite like them. i got a sea creature fabric too that's so goddamn cute but i want to keep it pinker i guess, and since the whales and manta rays are a different color blue, i was gonna use it for the back. if i make it 40"x40" that would work and i could do the backing in a single sheet without a seam. that may be what i have to do. but i have yet to really come up with a pattern. i gotta get another pink and another blue and probably another coral and a white but honestly i just need more fabric.

i also withdrew my yarn from the storage shed. i ordered new hooks and amigurumi eyes and a project bag, all of which came in today, so i was able to go through and re-roll some yarn that had come undone. and i checked into the size of the chenille yarn spools i have, and i also started on a blanket for my mom. so it's really wide and i wish i didn't make it that big but here i am.

i also ordered more woobles; i ordered them the other day. and i pulled out the ones i had in my yarn bag so i can make those ones too. i wanna make little bunnies for easter. i dunno why. i just do.

i also bought a few patterns off etsy so i can make those too. they're more advanced patterns.

i need to practice more.

that's fine.

i also need to fuckin rest still. i'm still easily wiped out and always fuckin tired.

but i'm happy it's bedtime so i can sleep.

i told joel that i might be able to make it over for game tomorrow but im thinking that'll be a no. but i'll be back to work at the school on tuesday and back to the office on wednesday.

not thrilled, but it is what it is. heading on eight months of waking up at 4am repeatedly and going on 9 months for an hour and a half commute daily.

it's a lot. i'd like a job that pays better and doesn't have so long of a commute. even if it's the same place but pays a lot more, i could move and be closer to work. but i'm hoping a job in new hampshire will come up and be more lucrative.

oh well. it is what it is. i might pay for one of those resume builders again to get help writing descriptions. i asked my papa, but what he said is confusing.

he's the one with head hunter contacts, though. so i would like to get that out there. yeah.

[brokehorrorfan]

Scream Factory has revealed the specs for its Shocker 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray, which releases on October 29. The 1989 supernatural slasher is written and directed by master of horror Wes Craven.

Michael Murphy, Peter Berg, Cami Cooper, and Mitch Pileggi star. The soundtrack features Iggy Pop, Megadeth, Dangerous Toys, and members of Kiss, Motley Crue, Whitesnake, Van Halen, and Alice Cooper.

Shocker has been newly restored in 4K from the original camera negative with Dolby Vision and Dolby Atmos. Special features are listed below.

Disc 1 - 4K UHD:

Audio Commentary by writer-director Wes Craven

Audio Commentary by director of photography Jacques Haitkin, co-producer Robert Engelman, and composer William Goldstein

Disc 2 - Blu-ray:

Audio Commentary by writer-director Wes Craven

Audio Commentary by director of photography Jacques Haitkin, co-producer Robert Engelman, and composer William Goldstein

Interview with actor Peter Berg (new)

Interview with composer William Goldstein (new)

Interview with production designer Cynthia Charette (new)

Interview with actor Mitch Pileggi

Interview with actress Cami Cooper

Interview with executive producer Shep Gordo

No More Mr. Nice Guy: The Music of Shocker - Interviews with music supervisor Desmond Child and soundtrack artists Bruce Kulik (Kiss), Jason McMaster (Dangerous Toys), Kane Roberts (Alice Cooper), and Dave Ellefson (Megadeth)

2 vintage making-of featurettes including an interview with Wes Craven

Theatrical trailer

TV spots

Radio spots

Storyboard gallery

Still gallery

About to be electrocuted for a catalog of heinous crimes, the unrepentant Horace Pinker transforms into a terrifying energy source. Only young athlete Jonathan Parker, with an uncanny connection to Pinker through bizarre dreams, can fight the powerful demon. The two dive in and out of television programs, chasing each other from channel to channel through stunning scenes of disaster, game shows, and old reruns.

Pre-order Shocker.

[lilias300yearhusband]

Here’s my updated rules list. Sorry if it looks bad I’m not good at design.

I WILL block any accounts that are blank or don’t have age in their bio if you interact with me and are under 18. I know you’ll probably read my content anyways but don’t interact if you do, I don’t want to know about minors reading my fics. If you lie about your age then it’s not my problem because it isn’t my job to parent you.

Any character that is under 18 will be aged up for fics. Any characters like Luke or Ortho who look and are treated as young kids will be platonic only and you will be automatically blocked if asked otherwise.

Who will I write for?

Obey Me -

Lucifer (submissive only)

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Solomon

Barbatos

Simeon

Luke (PLATONIC ONLY)

Mystic Messenger -

Zen/Hyun Ryu

Yoosung Kim

Jumin Han (submissive only)

707/Luciel Choi/Saeyoung Choi

V/Jihyun Kim

Unknown/Saeran Choi/Ray

Twisted Wonderland -

To me NRC & RSA are actually collages for talented mages and not a high school so I will write as such. First years are 19, second years are 20, third years are 21 and Leona is 23 (except for Malleus and Lilia). No joke I constantly forget they aren’t collage age😭

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Cater Diamond

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Jack Howl

Octavinelle

(I will not write Jade and Floyd together in a romantic or sexual setting)

Azul Ashengrotto

Jade Leech

Floyd Leech

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

Jamil Viper

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit

Rook Hunt

Epel Felmier

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

Ortho Shroud (PLATONIC ONLY)

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

Lilia Vanrouge (both NRC and general Lilia)

Silver

Sebek Zigvolt

Ramshackle

Grim (PLATONIC ONLY)

NRC Staff

(I will write platonic and romantic for both but the reader will be aged up and not the prefect if it’s romantic)

Dire Crowley

Divas Crewel

Mozus Trein

Sam

RSA students

Che’nya/Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker

Neige LeBlanche

While he doesn’t show up in game I am willing to write for Prince Rielle because I love mermaids.

Others

Rollo Flamme

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What will I write?

NB/Male/Trans man/Trans masc reader

Trans masc characters

Top/Dom/Sub reader

Bottom/Dom/Sub character

Fluff

Angst

Smut within reason (I’m open to almost anything just look at what I won’t write)

What won’t I write?

Fem/Trans fem reader

Trans fem characters (I love my trans sisters but I don’t understand their experiences and don’t think I could write them well)

Bottom reader

Top character

Anything romantic/sexual with Ortho and Luke

Teacher/Student relationships

Anything nonconsensual (consent nonconsent and dubious consent is ok)

Piss or Scat

Vomit in a sexual context (non sexual is fine but it won’t be overly detailed)

Incest

Demoncest

Self harm or suicide (unless it’s canon)

Pregnancy

Diavolo or Ashton Vargas I hate these bastards

Trey Clover, I just can’t pin down his personality

Rollo being weird/creepy towards reader or being jealous because reader and Malleus