#sam's to come soon

[ollieinoue]

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT TASK 002: FAMILY HOME (REDUX)

The Inoue household is located in a small 2 bedroom apartment, located on the 4th floor of an apartment block in the Washington Heights neighborhood of Manhattan, New York City. The family has never had a ton of money, but they managed to get by on his parents multiple full time jobs, as they never wanted Ollie to work telling him to focus on his school and get into college instead. Use that big brain of his that neither of them had (their words). Most of the furniture and décor in the apartment is second hand in some way, shape, or form. Whether it was gotten in thrift shops & flea markets, rented until they paid it off in full, or literally fished out of dumpsters. His parents aesthetic is pretty eclectic anyway, and the place is filled with books, records, photos, art, magazines, random weird knick-nacks and just about anything that could make a person’s apartment to feel like a home. 

Despite the size, broken appliances, shoddy plumbing with hot water that only works when it feels like working, no built in cooling, terrible landlord, living on the top floor of a building with no elevator, etc … Ollie’s never felt out of place in his childhood home, and that’s probably the most important thing for a person growing up, he understands that not everyone has been so lucky. 

THE LIVING ROOM

Filled with books, old records, some plants, a tv, and second hand furniture. 

Honestly the tv is probably the least used thing in the apartment. 

The first time he ever made out with someone was on that couch :’) during his twelveth birthday party. Oh the memories.

THE KITCHEN

The fridge is usually full of like frozen meals, and left overs, and easy to make food like that. 

Lots of good snacks. They’re a household of stoners. 

Lots of long lasting food, like rice, and soups, and canned vegetables and things like that.

Nothing fancy like dishwashers, and trash compactors. 

“We have no clean bowls, but we do have a wok. Boy, I love being Asian” - actual conan gray quote that is v fitting for Ollie’s life lmao

THE STUDY AREA

It’s basically just like the hallway between his parents bedroom and the bathroom. 

Ollie did most of his studying in his room, but that’s where the computer was so he did all the computer stuff there.

Also where his dad keeps all of his guitars, except he has his favorite acoustic one in his bedroom. 

You’ll see a lot of band paraphernalia on the walls from his dad’s band, and you’ll also find most of the Inoue family photos, and stuff like that. It’s where they keep all that stuff (or hung up on the fridge).

OLLIE’S BEDROOM

Where Ollie spent most of his time specifically in his teenage years when he was at home. A lot of reading. A lot of drug use. A lot of other activities...

His room is really small, so it’s really just room for a bed, his dresser, and his bookshelves. Because there were more than one bookshelves. 

Otherwise everything had to be fairly small and kept to his walls. 

It’s pretty chaotic, and cluttered. He’s a lot neater in the dorm tbh. 

OTHER

There is also his parents room which he hung out watching TV with them early mornings, when it was just one of those days nothing was happening. 

Also a bathroom which is small and not interesting.

The ‘dining room’ which is a table that is used for everything except eating. It’s where all the crap they’re carrying goes. They eat literally anywhere else except for on holidays of it they have GUESTS like important ones.

Any and All of Ollie’s friends are welcome to go to the Inoue apartment whether Ollie is there or not. They can just crash there his parents really don’t care. Especially if they are currently in some kind of bad way and need a place to be. They’re very nice people.

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.3

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

“Aquaman.” Batman swept into the room, beelining straight for the suddenly apprehensive Atlantean king.

“Batman. What can I do for you?”

“Phantom. Does he pay taxes?”

“Pardon?”

Batman makes a low noise that had Aquaman’s danger senses buzzing.

“Does Phantom have to pay taxes. Towards Atlantis.”

“No…? Why?”

“He wanted money, in exchange for… information, of a delicate sort,” Batman said, diplomatically avoiding the topic of Phantom bargaining for the identities of corpses in exchange for a measly $100 dollars per identity. Like a flea market dealer, that one was.

“You encountered Phantom again?” Aquaman perked up.

“Yes. Gotham’s bay is… polluted.” Batman paused. “With victims. Of murder.”

The entire area quieted as heads turned towards the Dark Knight.

“Yes, I am… distantly aware of Gotham’s waters.” By that, Aquaman gets green around the gills whenever he turns his awareness in that direction. There’s a reason he doesn’t enter Gotham, and the Dark Knight’s ban is only half of that reason. “Ah, but you’re correct. For what purpose would Phantom need mortal currency?”

“Hn.”

“Maybe he needs some stuff?” Flash zipped to a stop next to Batman, feet tapping as he dug into the pile of snacks cradled in his arms. “Us mortals are always coming up with new things, maybe he wants to try some games or something?”

Batman tilted his head down, seriously considering Flash’s suggestion. “It’s plausible.”

“Barry, Barry, Barry. He’s old as hell, right? He probably wants to try the new booze!”

“Hal, my man!” Flash fist bumped Green Lantern, who came up. “You’re back! What happened to John?”

“Dunno. He got called somewhere that way,” Green Lantern waved a vague hand towards the left. “Had to deal with a politician or something from that area.” He shrugged, swinging an arm over Barry’s shoulders to put him in a headlock and stealing a chip.

“Huh. Anyways, would our mortal alcohol even work on a demi-god or something?”

“We should ask!” Hal turned towards Batman. “You should ask if he wants to go for a drink, spooky!”

“He’s a child.”

“He’s been around for more than a millennia, Bats.”

“Informational gathering, right, Hal?” Flashgot out of the headlock, quickly munching on his snacks to stop Green Lantern from stealing them.

“Totally. Yup.”

“…Fine.”

“Wait, are we just gonna ignore that Gotham’s waters are full of bodies?”

“Yes.”

——

“What?” Danny asked, mind half on the bags he’s dragging out of the water and the other half on the essay he has to submit in about four hours.

“Green Lantern wanted to invite you out for a drink.”

Danny turned to the stoic Gotham knight, who had his wrist computer out to log the bodies’ info the moment Danny gave him the information. Some of them even told Danny who murdered them, so Batman could start building cases with solid leads.

Danny’s only twenty. He’s not legal yet but he doesn’t want to give any clues to who he is. How is he supposed to…

Ah!

“Can’t.” Danny shrugged. “I’m not legal. I died when I was fourteen so…” Danny trailed off, speechless at the drowned puppy face Batman was giving him. What the fuck.

“Anyways, fork over my payment.”

Batman wordlessly hands him a wad of hundreds.

“What do you need cash for?” Batman suddenly asked.

“Huh? Isn’t it obvious?” Danny tucked it in. “Material things, obviously. I need a blanket,” because holy shit, Gotham is damn cold this time of year. “Anyways, see you same time next week, litterer.”

“I don’t litter.”

“Tell that to the batarangs I found under the water,” Danny grumbled. “But I’ll stop calling you that if you get a signature from Poison Ivy. I have a friend who loves her.”

“An alive friend?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?”

Danny snickered and disappeared. He’s gotta cram that essay.

——

“There’s a possibility Phantom might be homeless.”

“Batman, I mean this in the nicest way, but for the love of Atlantis, please stop giving me headaches. It’s time like these I wish I stayed a lighthouse keeper.”

[gaypeople]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 1.06 | Like Angels Put in Hell by God

[tgtbata]

earlyseason!sam/lateseason!dean

[that-fox-thing]

🌙♊️ Lumini ♊️🌙

[lady-phasma]

Fangtober Day 5 - Impact play

Lestat x fem!reader

Warnings: MDNI 18+, spanking, mostly just explicit language/descriptions, no smut, 771 words

a/n: some of this month’s drabbles will just be kinky D/s fluff, no smut, like this little one about Lestat spanking reader. fem!reader not described but human

Lestat patted his knee twice. Your face went hot, but you were exited. You enjoyed this a bit more than you were supposed to. He knew it. You hadn’t done anything wrong, but you had been a little sassy in your reply, knowing full well the ramifications.

You walked over and stood in front of him. You didn’t have to wait long before he reached up and unfastened your jeans. He pulled them down, underwear too, with his fingers hooked in the waistbands. You shivered as your skin was exposed to the air. Or, perhaps, with anticipation.

“Across my thighs, on your stomach, you know what to do, petite.” Lestat’s voice was low and trimmed with a slight growl. That tone could make you do anything.

“Yes, Sir,” you replied as you turned and arranged yourself across his legs. You wished desperately that there were a more graceful way to do this, but once you were in position you felt mostly comfortable. You soon stopped caring that your arms had to hang, not quite reaching the floor, one hand sometimes clutching Lestat’s calf. He began to smooth a hand from your lower back to the tops of your thighs. You took a deep breath and tried to relax. It was incredibly difficult because this ‘punishment’ was one of your favorites.

“I think ten will suffice,” Lestat said quietly. “Remember our word.” You nodded.

His hand was cool as it rested against your buttocks. From past experience, you knew he would restrain himself from using all of his strength. Nevertheless, this could be intense with him. The first swat against your ass was little more than just that. You exhaled a soft grunt, then counted out “one.” A gentle stroke of his hand was followed by a louder thwack on your other cheek.

“Two,” but this word came out as a groan. Lestat caressed the heat on your skin gently then another thwack, alternating sides again.

“Three,” you moaned and exhaled deeply. Your couldn’t control the slight wiggle in your hips, but you didn’t shy away from his hand.

“Four,” you said a bit louder as the sting from his hand settled into your skin. The sensation made your cunt twitch, the wetness seeming to drip out of you already.

“Five,” with this one you heard Lestat moan faintly. You could only imagine the his side of this experience: the heat of your skin against his hand, the way your thighs trembled, and his hand probably didn’t tingle like a human’s would have. But he enjoyed it no less.

“Six,” you yelped. He had brought his hand down in a way that was sharper, not harder, and this time the sound and the sting made your cunt leak down your thighs. You face was almost as hot as your ass as gravity pulled the blood into your downturned head. You felt nearly high from being slightly inverted and the near-pain from Lestat’s hand.

“Seven.” The groan that was pulled from you with this slap was obscene and you felt Lestat shift his hips slightly underneath you, a hint of his erection pressing softly into your side.

“Eight!” The crack of his hand against your inflamed skin was disproportionate to the sensation, but that sound turned you on almost at much as the feeling. Before he lifted his hand again he let his cool fingers linger over the welts that had begun to form. The last two were always the hardest.

“Nine,” you heard a whine in your voice, not quite a sob, but close. Lestat barely waited before administering the last.

“Ten!” You gasped and moaned again. Your cunt clenched around nothing, aching, needy, but helpless to do anything about it. You felt his hand begin the soothing strokes again, only this time he let his fingers trail between your thighs, brushing so softly against your lips that you almost cried out. Your moan came out nearly breathlessly before he moved his hand back to your ass.

“Good girl,” Lestat said softly, affectionately. “You may stand now.”

You whimpered and let your feet rest on the floor. You pressed yourself up from his thighs and stood on slightly shaky legs. You felt your wetness sliding between your thighs. Gently, Lestat put his hands on your hips, turned you to face him, and guided you to stand between his now-spread legs. You looked down at his face, then at his pants, tight across his hard cock. You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth.

“My very good girl,” he murmured as he slid his hands to your warm buttocks and kissed your belly.

Fangtober 2024 prompt list • Main masterlist

[fresthered]

i'm on time. don't even worry about it

[samandcolbyownme]

I cannot wait to get this one out - I’m actually blushing at how filthy Im planning on making this one..

My Vampire Lovers [Solby] - c. Soon.

[gaycrittercentral]

Hiiiiiii guess who has recently become wildly obsessed with the concept of Sam calling Max darlin as a pet name (I am going insane feral maniacal over it I’ll never be normal again h e l p)

(Fun fact, I’m fiendishly proud to say that this may or may not have partially led to @palletical’s recent post after I posted it in the discord eheheeeee >:3 go check that one out if you haven’t, they really took the concept and ran fucking record distances with it it’s SO GOOD HEHEKHGJFHSJFHJDHSV)

[monsterfuckermilligan]

SON OF MARY, CHILD OF GOD

D.W.

[aquarines]

sam at the sdcc imdb interview is giving rockstar lestat vibes already

[fulesthefirst]

Dracula, a Comedy of Terrors || Interview with the Vampire (2022-)

Ancient vampires assimmilating into modern society.

[biggentlemenking]

Pretty criers. Pretty crier Sam. Dean likes watching him and gently drying his tears, maybe licking them. But to do that he needs Sam to cry. Would he hurt him? Maybe with words? Or would he make others hurt him. Manipulate him so that he would come cry in between Dean's arms every time something happened. Since they were kids probably. Sam never grew out of it, Dean never let him. Dean calling Sam 'his crybaby' while kissing him all over the face to comfort him.

[lunar-solarsystem]

The Refusal and An Awakening - Lose Clarity AU

(i was gonna make this a storyline but slsbsigwisbskshksb- its just a lore dump now :/ kinda sad since cool title ^ from my brain but whatever sbksbdksns)

(but hey so remember when Moon(Nexus) put a cure into Ruin’s head? well uhhhh, here’s a little story for you guys about one major point in my AU-)

When Ruin waited for Moon(Nexus) to find him and Sun, Nexus caught him and injected the cure into Ruin’s systems. The cure rushed in his systems and Ruin collapsed, seemingly turning off for a few minutes before rebooting. However that’s not entirely the case in this AU.

I may or may not hace established this in my first post on this AU, however the virus was submerged in Ruin’s systems for years while he was in his home dimension and only started working when he left his dimension; reasons being the Creator. The Creator was the controller of those affected by the hivemind code he made in the home dimension, Ruin being unaffected due to the Creator (being a dumbass for once and not checking his sources-) i mean due to the Creator not noticing he had somehow skipped over Ruin’s code.

Back to my point - when Ruin was injected with the ‘cure’, his systems refused it. It refused the cure, his code copying itself instead. This copied code semi-mixed with the cure in his systems in a way and a small piece of a bigger puzzle was created..

Puzzle!!! the little one who Ruin is now the guardian of!!

(more detailed design elements below, ignore me not having an actual eye design yet-)

i apologize for this post being so long as well 🥲 anyway i should probably go to bed now alsbeibsksbsksnsk

@ryomaandgundhamkin you can now do little guy drawings if you wanna bdksbzksbksbsksns

Bonus:

Puzzle in one of those little baby dresses :3

(yes they have a tail, yes im keeping that component, yes they only have 1 side of rays and one looks like puzzle pieces put together)

anyway ima go crash and pass out now, its almost 4 am, honk shoo time

[natjennie]

there's a lot of new dropout stuff coming out and I'm very excited for it and I loooved the first episode of smartypants but I hope they don't neglect the other shows. play it by ear my beloved play it by ear come back to me.

[jeanne-de-valois]

It’s a Team Free Will companion piece to my other Dean and Cas solo illustrations! Witch!Sam my beloved abandoned plot thread, please save me.