#shes so pretty im banging my head against the wall

[miko-goes-crazy]

now hear me out....

president and vice president (me) of the orchestra date.

AND HEAR ME OUT

we're so gay we're straight (shes lesbian n im a trans guy haha)

[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode thirteen :: RIBBONS & TEA.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴various drivers x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔the groupchat returns, and while lewis is feeling a bit funny, y/n casually gives everyone a heart attack and calls it a surprise.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ excessive cussing, none.

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton 📍🇬🇧

tagged: y/n, tommyhilfiger.

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y/l/nestate

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y/l/nestate behind the scenes 🍾🎀 fun things coming very soon ⭐️🩷

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☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

honey badger: avengers assemble.

honey banger: i have easily the most important tea to spill today.

y/n: “hear yee! hear yee!” ahh text

girlfriend kika: LMFAO

babygirl alex: hear yee 😭😭😭

honey badger: it’s about max

girlfriend kika: i ain’t laughing no more 🗿

chal eclair: what does he want

chili!: no bc after the shit his team pulled i don’t think i wanna hear from anyone abt him

angel carmen: wait is it important

honey badger: it’s abt the billboards incident

princess george: oh.

my baby lando: oH?

yukino: 🔪?

honey badger: might be necessary this time

alabono: he is personally involved isn’t he 😐

honey badger: yep.

my baby lando: wait oscar needs to see this

MY BABY LANDO added PAPAYA BABY #2

papaya baby #2: i love it here already

wifey lily: oh i’m so sat

honey badger: i was ‘hanging out’ with max before the suzuka race to make it seem like we’re chill. i wasn’t there to hang w him i had a mission.

my baby lando: okay okay

chal eclair: 🤨

honey badger: i managed to get ahold of his phone then i waited until he left his drivers room

honey badger: then i switched my phone case with his to make it look like i was on my phone while i was going through his

y/n

y/n: i would like to apologise, visa cash app driver, i, indeed was NOT familiar.

girlfriend kika: LET BRO COOK 🔥🔥🔥

chili!: oH HE IS COOKING ALRIGHT

honey badger: so i go through his messages and find a deleted group chat. a group chat with the employees that red bull fired.

chal eclair: OH HELL NOOOOO 😭😭😭

honey badger: he INSTRUCTED them to burn the billboards. specifically the ones with y/n on them.

princess george: i know he thought this was IT

alabono: bro thinks he’s him

papaya baby #2: who let bro cook

honey badger: not only that

y/n: THERES MORE?????

angel carmen: hELLO?

honey badger: he made sure to tell horner to cover for him

PIERRE GASLYYYY: no fucking wonder the fia’s investigation was wrapped up SO quickly

yukino: and their corny ass apology said it all

yukino: “team principal christian horner apologises” since fucking when

babygirl alex: ^^^^^^ REALLLL

y/n: setting up a zoom call rn we need to brainstorm

y/n: im also adding lew, seb and nando because they’ve been PlISSSSEEEDDD

chal eclair: “lew” and “nando” and i’m still waiting on my cute nickname

y/n: be grateful i love you and your fuck ass pasta 🙄

papaya baby #2: i love it SO much here

chili!: don’t get too comfortable oscar

y/n: i’m not gon tell you to leave that baby alone one more time 🗣️

papaya baby #2: thanks mum 🫶🏻

y/n and y/l/nestate

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y/n and y/l/nestate surprise lol 🎀 champagne, sex & anxiety 7/10 🥂 considering the amount of people i worked with on this album, it’s truly a fucking miracle that i managed to shut the fuck up abt it and not say anything so here u go i guess 💗🩰⭐️ no more sad songs LETSFUCKINGO !!!! i personally call this one my mona lisa and i BEG u to love it as much as i do when it comes out 🍾🤍🏹 also no twitter jumpscare this time ur welcome lmaooo :)! love u to death 🧸🫂💘

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☆ IMESSAGE with : Unknown Number

xxx-xxx: hey

xxx-xxx: can we talk?

[hockeymenarehot]

Hii, this may sound a little weird but could you do a bill smut with blood kink? Maybe also overstimulation and edging, like make him a vampire or sum? Thank you if you do mwah <3

Bloody Mary feat. Bill Kaulitz

guess whos back! thank u sm for requesting! not weird at all ml, im always happy to make ur fantasies come true! <3 also with saltburn being popular rn it felt so fitting...

summary: i desperately wanted to make a good plot w/ this one, but this is honestly just straight porn w/ vampire Bill kaulitz...

!!warnings!!: dark content!!!, blood kink!!, depictions of blood, he drinks your blood, gonna say sort of dub-con b/c reader does agree but shes sort of in a trance, porn no plot, lots of oral sex (fem. receiving), fem. reader, edging, overstimulation, cum eating, reader passes out, territorial/primal bill, he has a tongue piercing, not proofread!!!, overall just nasty nasty filth LMAO

You think it's so stupid, the people in your new town seem to be so so scared of whatever (or whoever) is living in the castle upon to highest hill. It looks luxurious, and you chalk it up to being someone greedily keeping it for themselves. After all, there is absolutely no way vampires exist. And even if there is a vampire up there, you hoped it was at least a hot one. You were a brave bitch, so you walked up to that castle and banged on the door yourself.

Okay, so vampires are definitely real. And this one is definitely fuckin' hot. Well how could you not think he was hot? He currently had you bare and splayed out for him on his dark red sheets, the black walls of the room blocking out all light except the light radiating off his pale face. He was hovering over you, his black locks loose over his face. He was delicately running his open mouth over your skin, inhaling your sweet scent.

It all started when you entered his castle, his territory. As soon as you stepped foot in this place you also became his territory. Having been caged up in this place for decades, his body was overcome with an insatiable hunger as soon as his primal eyes met yours. You were swiftly brought up to his bedroom, leaving little time to chat. It was then you decided your next hours alive (or maybe not) were going to spent getting your brains fucked out by this vampire.

Your legs were folded back at the knees, your legs spread as he huffed in your scent. He trailed down your abdomen, stopping once he reached your clothed pussy. He inhaled with a sultry groan, shivering as he did so. It was then he looked up at you, locking eyes with you once more. "You want this, don't you? Stepping inside my territory like a little whore, you must want to slut yourself out for me, no?" You had in fact been pretty well covered when you stepped in, but you assumed his touch starved self didn't have the brain power to comprehend that. "Y-yes..." you whined. This felt so out of character for you, almost as if you had been put under some sort of hypnotic spell by his eyes. They felt like a portal to another dimension, one where only lust for him existed. He barely let you finished your stuttered word before he ripped your panties off, leaving your bare pussy exposed to his hungry eyes. You shivered at how he looked at your cunt like it was a meal, one he was getting ready to ravished.

And he did. Before you knew it, you were at the mercy of his relentless tongue, prodding into you and lapping at your clit. His fangs ever so often brushed against your sensitive folds, and you were reminded that at any moment he might actually take a bite out of you. This fact only seemed to make you leak even more, getting wetter by the second. He drank up your juices like they were the last drops of water he would ever receive. As you looked down at him you could see his heavily dilated pupils, staring into your eyes like he was a wolf devouring prey.

You tried to contain your moans, instead opting to whine and make choked out sounds ever once in a while. In the back of your almost-thoughtless head you were afraid that if you moaned for him, shamelessly letting your voice echo, he would mark you as his. And you weren't all sure what that would entail.

You could feel your orgasm impending by the way his nose would ever so often nudge onto your clit. As he used his tongue to reach deeper and deeper inside of your cunt, it was then you released his tongue piercing. The cold metal contrasting against the warmth of his tongue made you shudder, making it impossibly hard to contain your noises. His moans vibrated into your cunt, making your back arch off the sheets like a black cat, blending perfectly into the decor of his black & red room.

Right as you were about to cum all over his tongue, he swiftly pulled away. The loss of stimulation left you a whining mess. It was then you made the dire mistake of biting deeper into your lip to contain your noises, breaking the skin and letting small drops of blood flood down your chin. He had no self control to hold back as he leapt for your chin, licking up the blood that left your lip with only the tip of his tongue before sucking onto your bottom lip. You could feel his length grow against your stomach, and you blushed madly at feeling him get turned on at the sight of your blood.

He let out a small breathy chuckle "Did you honestly think I would let you cum? After you contained your noises? The noises that belong to me?" You finally let out a moan at his words "Please!" You weren't exactly sure what you were begging for, but all of your senses were being overwhelmed. It truly felt as if you were in a trance as you stared up at the glittering ceiling of the bedroom. "Please what? You want more?" He mocked as he ran his tongue down your jaw, laughing slightly at your desperation. You nodded your head frantically, wanting to feel more of him. "If that's what you want, say my name. Let everyone know who's making you feel good." You looked at him with blown eyes, awaiting him to reveal his name to you. "Bill," You didn't hesitate to scream out his name as he dove back into your pussy.

Your cunt was aching, your thighs begging to close in around his head at the merciless pleasure you were receiving. The room was filled with your mewls bouncing off the walls, echoing into Bill's ears and fueling his lust. Your noises drove him to work your poor pussy harder, adding fingers into your hole as he toying with your clit using his tongue. Your hands reached down to his scalp to pull at his hair.

"M-ah!" The pleasure you were receiving was almost unbearable, his long fingers pressing just the right spots within you. You were once more teetering towards the edge of bliss, you pussy clenching around his fingers. It's only taken him the time since you entered his castle to learn you like the back of his hand, memorizing the inside of your cunt with his fingers and the sounds of your moans with his ears. Your cunt was puffy and pulsing with desire, and you let out a moan of his name. "Bill! Gonna cum-!"

Right as those words left your mouth he pulled away again, leaving you a sobbing mess. He payed no mind to you, merely admiring his work of your glistening folds. He inhaled your scent as you wept at the loss of another orgasm, tears streaming down your cheeks. He ran his nose against your thigh, inhaling your scent once again.

His cock was hard, impossibly hard. It was aching at your scent, and your sweet noises weren't helping his situation. He decided to indulge in a little pleasure for himself, smelling of your inner thighs until he picked up on a scent he desired. He blocked out your cries and pleas as he sunk his fangs down into the plush of your thigh, drawing blood to the air before sucking it back in with his mouth. You screamed with pleasure filled pain as he moaned against your thigh. He sucked at your thigh some more before rubbing the flat part of his tongue against it, moaning out once more before releasing his load onto the sheets. Your mind was too hazy and under a hypnotic-like state to register much of another besides the feeling of his tongue, the pleasure it brought, and the pain.

You chanted out his name "Bill, Bill, Bill," anything at all to try and get him to give more attention to your aching core. Once Bill had finished releasing and pleasuring himself, he decided you had been good enough and deserved some pleasure of your own. Most women he had tried this with had screamed with agony, doing anything at all to get away from him. His sharp teeth just weren't for them.

"Good fucking girl" He spoke out in a low, groggy tone. He focused his eyes onto your cunt again, before attacking it with his mouth again. He slurped up your juices before bringing his fingers up to pump in and our of you at a brutal pace, his mouth latching onto your clit and sucking on it. You screamed out his name, egging him on. You used your hands to claw at his sheets, the pleasure being brought by his tongue completely encompassing you. He made sure you felt completely owned by him, totally below him. He had decided that if cumming around his tongue is what you wanted, you would get just that and more. Who was he to leave you unsatisfied when you had been so good for him?

Your legs were trembling, completely at his mercy as you felt your orgasm building up yet another time. This time it felt much faster, the heat in your core heating up your entire body. His fingers were hitting ever spot in you just right, and your entire body was succumbing to pleasurable pain as you sprayed all over his face, your back arching impossibly higher. Your back ached and your entire body shook with the intensity of your delayed orgasm.

You were moaning choked out screams as Bill didn't lessen his brutal, inhumane pace into your cunt. It was almost as if your noises and squirt only made him want to go faster. No human would be able to move their fingers in and out of you at the pace he was. Your eyes looked up at the ceiling, dots invading your vision. You felt like at any moment you might pass out as you released against him once more. He hungrily lapped up all you had to offer, groans bouncing off against your folds. His hands came up to press against your waist as you continued to moan, and he only continued to get faster. "T-too much! Slower!" You were barely able to form those simple words, your mind turned to mush as the lines blurred between your orgasms, slowly being unable to tell when one started and one ended. The bliss and pain you were receiving were unbearable.

It seems he didn't take into account the fragile nature of the human mind and body, as you passed out. Collapsing from the overstimulation, your body fell against the plush comforter of his bed. He looked up at you to study your face, his lower face covered in blood from your thigh and slick from your spent pussy.

He crawled over you, hovering over your body taking in the scent of your sleeping form. He reached your face, huffing in your scent like it was a drug. He moved his nose down to your neck before latching onto it, a zap of electricity being sent down his spine as he did so. He left the signature dots against your neck, his eyes closing as he inhaled the smell of your blood, marking his territory.

"Mine."

a/n: sorry for the long break, been getting back into doing schoolwork.. i do hope this was to your liking! requests are being closed for now as im still trying to get caught up on them, but feel free to send in quick drabble ideas or just to chat! I love talking to u guys! <3

[e-dubbc11]

im sending you a buncchhhhhh~ i hope im doing this right 🥹

“shut up and just let me take care of you!”

with billy pleaseee 💕

Of course it’s ok to send in a bunch! Thank you so much for participating in my sleepover. I really hope you like what I did here and I’m excited to get to your other asks! ♥️

I just realized I attached the wrong prompt to this ask…I am SO sorry! The prompt I used for this was “I could keep you safe, they’re all afraid of me”

The Witching Hour

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: A few swear words, angst, violence, some fluff

Word Count: 1.4K-ish

Summary: You’re walking home late from a night out with co-workers and run in to a little trouble.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The faded crescent moon barely lit up the night sky. It looked like a claw made of pale silver with the bright city lights shining beneath it. The countless pin pricks of bright white shone against the dark canvas like sparkling diamonds across a piece of black velvet. No clouds or strong winds tonight; the sky up above was calm and quiet.

Beneath your feet, you stepped on pieces of broken glass, nip bottles, and cigarette butts as you walked alone, coming from an evening out with co-workers. You hadn’t really made any close friends yet since moving into the city.

It must be the witching hour.

You could hear babies crying through open windows on this warm late spring night. It seemed as though they all started to cry at the same time and the city demons clawed and crawled their way out of the alleyways and subway stations, just waiting for someone to pounce on.

The night can be a frightening place with dangers creeping around every corner and you hated to admit that you were a little scared. You felt like the rapid beating of your heart was getting faster and faster with each step you took.

Looking around, it was difficult to distinguish where you were and you became more anxious as you tried to figure out how to get home.

The cat calling came from all directions, it seemed like. The neon lights in the store windows blurred in your peripheral vision as you walked a little faster to try and get away from the footsteps you heard behind you. It wasn’t just one person; it was multiple.

With one hand on your taser inside your purse, you were ready if they got too close. The scent of their cigarettes floated past your nose when you were taken by surprise and pulled into a dark alley, partially blocked off by a large dumpster.

A large cold hand forcefully covered your mouth, preventing you from screaming. The man took his free hand, ripped your purse from your hands and tossed it toward the other end of the alley.

He pushed you into the brick wall; the back of your head hit the bricks and your vision became blurry but not before you got in a swift knee to the groin. But where one man dropped to the ground, another just took his place.

Another hand, smelling of fresh ash, clamped down over your mouth and pressed your back into the wall. Your bare elbows scraped against the bricks and started to bleed.

One of them spoke, while two of them watched and the other writhed around on the ground in pain.

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.” He said in a low raspy tone. “She’s pretty, isn’t she boys?”

One of the other men licked his lips while eyeing you up and down. Panting heavily, he watched your chest rise and fall as you tried to breathe from behind the man’s hand. Something dripped down the back of your neck; it felt warm and it moved slow like honey or molasses.

It was blood from where your head hit the bricks.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be gentle.” One of them said.

You could feel your eyes start to close no matter how hard you tried to keep them open and remained frozen in place. There was a loud bang that jolted you awake and caused you to look over just in time to see one of the thug’s heads bounce off the side of the dumpster.

A tall figure, wearing a black beanie and a black leather jacket was fighting off your attackers. He looked very familiar. When he pulled one of the men off of you, your legs gave out and you hit the ground.

You watched as a blade protruded out from your savior’s sleeve and warm blood sprayed across your cheek as he opened up your attacker’s throat. Before you passed out, your rescuer called out your name and then you saw nothing but darkness.

When you finally opened your eyes, your vision was still a little fuzzy and you had an exploding pain in your head. Wincing, you tried to sit up before he stopped you.

“Hey, hey lie back, y/n. Try and stay still; can you do that for me?” He said.

It was your boss. Billy Russo.

“Mr. Russo?” You asked with a shaky voice.

“Well that’s a good sign…you know who I am.” He said with a warm smile. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Are you bein’ serious right now?” You asked, sarcastically.

Billy gave you a stern look.

“Ok, ok…three fingers. Where am I?” You asked him in a low voice.

“You’re at my place.” He said.

“Well that’s just great, two months in New York and I have to be rescued by my boss. Fan-fuckin-tastic.” You said, your voice dripping with sass.

Billy laughed. “Well, there are worse things y/n. You almost ended up being fresh meat for those wolves.”

Everything you were feeling at that moment had risen to the surface and the only reaction that came out was you buried your head in your hands and burst into tears.

Billy moved closer to you on the couch.

“Shit….sssshh, it’s ok y/n. You’re safe now. They’re gone, they can’t hurt you anymore.” He said, his voice smooth like warm honey.

Catching the tears as they fell from your eyes, you replied, “But what if they come back, Mr. Russo?!!”

Billy’s eyes narrowed and they looked like pools of dark chocolate and through clenched teeth, he said, “They’re not coming back because they’re dead…they’re all dead.”

He told you how he followed you from the bar you all were drinking at; he wanted to make sure you were going to get home alright. And he got nervous when you didn’t get into a cab or an uber so he made sure to follow close behind without you noticing.

Billy was a former marine; he was taught how to blend in and not be seen and sneak up on the enemy when they least expected him to.

You sat there horrified, as he told you what he did to them. He opened their throats with ease and precision but not before wanting them to beg for their lives.

He liked to watch them beg and he enjoyed watching them die. He told you that as he watched them take their last breaths, he smiled. Like an evil Cheshire cat, he smiled and prowled around them to make sure they were all dead.

White with shock, your mouth gaped open as you sat there paralyzed in place listening to the words spill out of his mouth.

After he was finished, you were finally able to speak. “You killed them all? For me?”

“They were going to hurt you…or worse.” Said Billy, angrily.

“But y—you killed them, Mr. Russo.” You said.

Billy took your hand in his and gently pulled you to a seated position so your faces were inches away from each other. You could feel his warm breath along your eyelashes as he replied, “I did the world a favor, y/n. I couldn’t let them hurt you.” There was a slight pause. “And please…call me Billy.” He said.

A slight smile extended across your lips. “Ok…Billy. But what are ya gonna do? Are you gonna follow me around the city to make sure I stay safe?” You asked.

He was still holding your hand and gently swept his knuckles along your cheek, being careful not to touch the cuts on your face.

“I could keep you safe. They’re all afraid of me.” He said; his voice tight with anger.

“Should I be afraid of you?” Your voice trembled.

Billy let his voice drop to a whisper.

“Oh no, my little lamb. I’m not the wolf you have to worry about.” He said in a tone that sounded like knives being sharpened.

His onyx colored eyes raked over you, silently telling you he would never let this happen to you again before very lightly pressing his lips against your forehead and holding you against his chest.

Demons are at their strongest during the witching hour. They emerge from under the earth to carry out their mischief and dark magic. That troublesome time was full of unpredictability; it’s incredibly difficult to fight them off, to not give in to what they want, or not fall under the spells that they cast upon the world. You hoped those demons and city scum would never come for you again.

You felt sorry for them because if they did, it would be the last thing they would ever do.

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[doumachi]

beautiful stranger

ᰔᩚ beomgyu x reader coworkers to potential lovers

ᰔᩚ sfw / just silly fluff / mentions of a cafeteria? not proofread / pictures not mine

the first time you saw him was in the cafeteria, you’ve never seen him before, but he’s with a group of other guys chatting away. you can’t stop looking at him except for when he catches you staring and returns the favor with a cheeky grin.

you can see from your peripheral vision that he's walking straight towards you and your friends.

you freak out and quickly tell your friends that you have to go to the bathroom not giving them any time to reply before you're gone. you decide to end your break early and go back to your cubical.

the second time is when you’re making copies of paperwork but, this time it was him who saw you first. he came to print a document but got distracted when he saw you through the glass door. you looked so pretty and he accidentally bumped into the door.

as a result, you jumped and turned to the side. there he was, leaned against the wall holding his face in his hands. he lifted his head and saw you trying not to laugh, a grin on your face as you propped the door open and went back to your copies.

“you okay there” you ask, trying to calm your face, grabbing your papers ready to leave. “hehe, yeah im fine,” he replies with an airy chuckle.

desperate to keep the conversation going, he quickly changes the topic, unfortunately for you, he chooses to talk about how you were staring at him earlier :)

“soooo,” he begins, “do you always stare at handsome men in the cafeteria?” he asks playfully. you freeze trying to come up with an excuse.

“handsome men? i didn’t see any. did you?” you respond back causing him to chuckle softly.

“oooh okay, i see how it is,” he laughs and turn to look at you, “then that’s a shame, cause i saw a beautiful girl in there and wanted to ask her what her name was,” he says, making you blush and look away.

“it’s-“ ”hey!” you here your friends voice calling you while banging on the glass door, signaling you over to her immediately.

you ran to her without saying goodbye to the man with you and started whining to her, complaining to her how she chose the wrong time to call you over:( she smiled and informed you that your boss was losing her patience and needed the paperwork now, causing you to bolt into your boss's office.

the third time, you’re on your way back home after an exhausting day at work. you’re on your last life it feels like until right before the doors close someone else gets on. the same pretty coworker that you saw just a few hours ago. he sees you and sits down right infront of you with a small laugh.

you can’t help but stare at him from time to time, and whenever you do, you find that he’s already doing the same to you, but you never find the courage to start a conversation.

though the ride is long, it doesn’t feel as long with him making silly faces at you whenever you lift your head to look at him. he sticks his tongue out and puffs up his cheeks to make you laugh.

your stop unfortunately arrives and you overthink, deciding that you would talk to him. as you’re about to step out though, you feel timid tap on your shoulder and turn to see him.

he’s much more beautiful up close with his chocolate brown eyes that shine, his hair framing his face perfectly, and features that most could only dream of. he pauses for a couple seconds, seemingly forgetting why he was doing this. it’s like his body moved without his mind thinking.

he finally says, “see you tomorrow, at work i mean of course, my name is choi beomgyu,” he spits out extremely quick, voice a little shaky. and before you know it he’s walking back to his seat.

now it’s your turn to get possessed because, you catch his wrist in your hand. the man, you now know is beomgyu, turns his body towards you with a hint of joy and hope in his eyes waiting for you to speak.

you breath in and speak, “ im yn. i’ll see you tomorrow then,” you respond while still holding onto his wrist.

he moves his hand up to meet yours and grasps it slightly in his before letting go.

“promise you’ll get home safely, yn,” the way he said your name sent heat straight to your cheeks and a smile to your lips.

with that you both let go, you exiting the train trying to hold back , and failing, the smile that was so wide it hurt your cheeks.

beomgyu sitting back down and looking at the ground with a lovesick smile on his lips and a dreamy sigh thinking about how pretty you were.

both of you couldn’t wait for what tomorrow held.

a/n: caught myself writing my own name a few times...

also i wrote this while listening to beautiful stranger by laufey :)

[casually-slips-into-coma]

spoilers for iwtv s2e4

my thoughts after a rewatch:

i know claudia hates the baby loves window play but she ate up that little song

the lulu role really is so humiliating :(

louis’ expressions whenever he watches these plays always kills me lmao he hates theater kids

louis and armand talking over each other to daniel

armands theater notes lol

claudia no eyebrow big eyeliner look is kinda cunty ngl

im a fan of sam the irish vampire

making claudia be lulu all the time oooh armand i hate u so bad

almost threw up watching louis and armand give different answers to the companion question IN FRONT OF THE COVEN that shit was so embarrassing

i wouldve kms if i was armand

vamp catfight

armand stuck in this situationship dont worry king we’ve all been there😔

literally telling each other i love you and still having the what are we conversation

“do you notice how hot the room gets when you two talk about the secret” plsssss

louis only able to use the fire gift when hes angry👀👀 gee i wonder if thats gonna come back👀👀👀👀👀

louis going🤨🤨 to the schizophrenia question like it came out of nowhere

armands face while louis talked about dreamstat why not just shoot me in the head

loving these dutch angles whenever daniel dissociates and gets an armand memory

santiago looks so good in the gold suit? robe thing??

claudia santiago friendship is killing me santiago i know what u are

claudia killing the guy singing baby lu

i like that you can tell claudias french has gotten better. nice small detail

i love scenes of louis and claudia just talking about non vampire things

santiago mimicking louis was pretty cool

buffoon sighting!!!

whole dinner scene bangs

the guy saying theres smth “fragile” about armand in the photo louis took and louis saying “no he’s anything but” and then the guy saying “you’ve captured the soul he hides” 🤌🤌

louis would never survive a 4 hour art school critique

daniel telling a girl he’d only do her if she had a paper bag over her head??????

claudeline truthers how are we feeling

context for the eating paper clip in the trailer

romeo!!

armand is so down bad its sick

madeline tailoring a yellow dress for claudia😟😟

the whole claudeline interaction was great

amadeo☹️🔫

MARIUS KILL YOURSELF!!!!!!!

the way armand talks about marius

MARIUS KILL YOURSELF x2!!!!!!

“no one has painted me in 400 years” fuck

madeline period blood moment. theres so much here about femininity and maturing might make a separate post about this scene

armand pinning claudia against a wall armand i hate you so bad

we already know that armand is powerful but seeing him choke and manhandle santiago really solidified that i think

picked another one over me!!

delainey is ACTINGGGGG

louis not believing claudia about armand ooooh louis i hate you so bad

love makes you stupid clock it

louis still referring to claudia as his daughter in his head (thru dreamstat)

louis just actively talking to himself girl do that in your head

park bench moment <3

“wanker” i giggled sorry

that suit is his favorite on him :(

“im a little wet” and armand instantly pulling out an umbrella, armand lighting his cigarette, armand calling him maitre

louis calling him arun and armand calling him maitre and then louis throwing away the lighter this fucking scene is cinematic art

the other coven members calling santiago maitre

i kinda like that daniel can hear them arguing from another room. i feel like its a very human experience? really domestic? even given the circumstances

armands eyes were never brown!!!

san francisco flashback episode might kill me im not kidding

insane way to end the episode

ok this was much longer than i thought it would be but this episode has a lot in it. each episode gets better and better and this is definitely my favorite of the season so far.

i am LOVING louis and armands relationship and also both of their story arcs and characterizations. their dynamic is kind of the opposite of what i, and i think a lot of other people, expected but it still makes total sense and im enjoying it a lot

god i love this show

[amyispxnk]

It Hurts to be Something, Chapter 1 - Watch the Carnage Unfold.

Joel Miller x f!reader

Series summary: You and Joel were separated the night Cordyceps overtook the world. 20 years later, you finally find eachother - but things won't be the same as they were before.

Chapter Summary: A day that was supposed to be filled with fun and surprises ended up to be the beginning of the end for the world as you knew it.

A/N: WOOOO IM DOING A SERIES HERE’S THE FIRST CHAPTER IM SO SCARED TO POST

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: fluff, pet names, kissing, blood, mention of guns, infection, death

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DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

7:15AM the red numbers on the clock blinked as it beeped at a painfully loud level of noise.

“Alarm!” Sarah shouted as she banged on Joel’s bedroom door as he blinked himself awake. “Yeah, thanks honey!” He called back as he gently shook you to wake you up too.

“Hey.” He smiled at you, brushing a strand of hair out of your eyes as you blearily looked up at him. “Gotta get up. ‘S almost 7:30.” He told you.

“Oh, shit. Okay, thanks.” You mumbled as you tried forcing yourself up and out of the bed, but it was so warm.. You just wanted to stay there forever. You couldn’t bring yourself to get up.

“C’mon sweetheart, we gotta go.” He said with a chuckle at your sleepy state.

“Fine.” You groaned as you got up, stumbling over to the bathroom and getting yourself ready, washing your face and brushing your teeth as Joel came behind you and wrapped his arms around you, pressing soft kisses to your neck which made you giggle slightly.

“What?” He grinned.

“Your beard’s all tickly.” You smirked as he let out a laugh before trailing more kisses on your body, making you laugh as you playfully pushed him off. He leaned back against the wall of the bathroom and watched you get ready, admiring you. Even without makeup and all that other shit you felt like you had to put on he thought you were the most gorgeous woman in the world.

“You gonna keep starin’ or you plan on getting ready too?” You teased as you started brushing your hair.

“Why can’t I admire my pretty lady?” He countered as you tilted your head at him, giving him a look.

“Because Sarah needs to go to school and I need to get to work and - So. Do. You.” You poked him in the chest with each word to add emphasis before ushering him to go shower and get ready too.

After about 20 minutes, you both came down the stairs. As soon as Sarah saw you she immediately commented on how slow you two were, and what the hell were you doing that took so long?! The language she used in the latter sentence earned her a stern glare from Joel as you laughed at her and prepared breakfast. There was no pancake mix, much to your dismay, and Sarah thought it was a great idea to make eggs whilst waiting for the two of you. You were scooping the eggs out of the pan when you saw not one, not two, but almost a dozen pieces of eggshell in there.

“Sarah, honey, how on earth did you manage to get all these shells in here?” You asked with raised eyebrows as you dug out another piece of shell. “What!” She laughed. “It’s extra calcium, for your old bones.” She teased as she walked up to you and grabbed herself a plate, barely sitting down before digging in and scoffing the food.

“Woah, woah there - calm down, don’t need you chokin’ this early in the mornin’.” Joel said as he sipped from his mug of coffee, kissing you on the cheek as you gave him his food and then sat with them at the table to eat.

After some of chatter about school, friends, how the contracting is going, Joel’s birthday - the topic making you and Sarah give each other a cheeky glance as you remembered what you had planned for him and making Joel look at you both confusedly - and so on, you all finished breakfast and you put the dishes away, doing some final checks on the house like checking the windows were locked and making sure the pink camellias Joel had gotten you were watered properly, before you all got into Joel’s pickup truck; you swore it was going to fall apart one of these days, paint peeling and engine sputtering for a good 20 seconds as Joel tried starting the damn thing up.

Eventually, it started to work and you all drove to Sarah’s school. You helped her out and offered to walk her up there - an offer which she swiftly denied, telling you that it was embarrassing and no one else did that, causing you to raise your hands in defence as you laughed at how worked up she got over it.

“Alright, alright. I’ll see ya later, okay?” She nodded and gave you a small smile, but you couldn’t help yourself and leaned down to give her a kiss on the forehead before walking away. She tried looking annoyed but she secretly loved when you did things like that with her, it was sweet.

You waved her goodbye and Joel started the truck up again, driving to your workplace.

“I told you you don’t have to drive me to work everytime y’know.” You said as you neared the hospital.

“Uh-huh, and I want to anyway. Not lettin’ you take the damn bus to work every mornin’, saves money that way and it means I get t’ spend more time with ya.” He grinned.

“That’s true.” You agreed as the car came to a stop in the parking lot.

“Okay, I’m gonna go then. You don’t needa pick me up today, gotta get your birthday party ready early and we all know you’re gonna take ages.” You smirked as you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

He tipped his head back against the headrest with a small groan. “Y’ still so adamant about that, huh?” He said as he looked to you sideways.

“Hey, it’s not just me! Sarah’s been wantin’ to do it for so long too, got some special stuff planned for ya.” You grinned, before getting out of the car.

“Fine. I’ll see ya later then.” He said, getting out of the car and kissing you one final time before getting back in the car and driving to his worksite.

10:39PM the analog clock on the wall of the reception at the hospital ticked as you looked up at it. Less than an hour left. Of course they needed you to work extra today, and of course you had to say yes because money is money and you want to look good in your department anyway, and this would show you could work hard. It’s fine though, you’ll still probably be home before Joel anyway.

People were filing into the hospital just as your shift was about to end a few hours prior, and they told you they needed you to stay. Something about people twitching like crazy, groaning and gurgling, with no clear reason as to why - so they needed you and as many people as they could to try figure out what the hell was going on and sort these people out.

No more than 5 minutes later, there was a crash and a shriek from one of the examining rooms and you rushed over with a few other doctors. One of them, Sam, opened the door and let out a yell similar to the one you’d heard before. When you went to see what was going on, the patient lurched onto him and pushed him to the ground, sinking its teeth into his neck before you could even process the sight before you in the room.

The doctor who was performing the examination in there was bleeding out onto the floor, flesh torn and teeth marks visible on her neck. Her eyes were wide and frozen, cold without any emotion in them anymore as her lifeless body lay there. You were positively horrified, and although you wished you were braver in that moment, you weren’t. You left Sam to die, figuring there was no way to save him and not wanting to take a chance if there was.

You didn’t even grab your bag, you didn’t even get out of your PPE or anything as you rushed out of the hospital, leaving the utter carnage that had erupted inside behind you as you took off down the street. You had to get home, you had to find Joel and Sarah and make sure they were okay. You’d hole up inside or something, surely he had a gun there, you’d be safe together, they just had to be okay.

You turned down the street and barely managed to shield yourself from an explosion of flames coming from a car which had crashed into a building, completely blocking your path. Shit, shit, shit. You didn’t have another way to get home which was fast enough - you couldn’t get to them in time without completely risking your life, and what would be the point if you got attacked and bitten?

Turning down a street corner, you found a store which had the shutters down but a side door which was cracked open the slightest bit, and you darted for it, not even thinking if any of those things were inside.

You rushed in and slammed the door behind you, panting heavily as you looked around. Noone was there. You searched for any stairs that might lead to a second floor which could have people on it, but there were none. You were safe for now, but you needed to get back onto the street, you needed to get home. Maybe there was a gun here, or something that would be useful. You needed protection if you were to get back.

You searched behind the counter and let out a sigh of relief when you found a handgun and some boxes with ammo inside the drawer with it, quickly pocketing them and peeking outside the shutters of the store. Still a total mess out there, you had to formulate some sort of plan before just running out if you didn’t want to get killed.

Your eyes darted around the scene before you until you saw an alleyway which had a sign with your neighbourhood name on it. Of course, how did you not think of that? There were a multitude of small streets that could help you get home.

You checked your gun one last time before bolting out of the store and running to the alley, pushing past screaming people on your way. You shoved a gate open at the end of the alley and you were about to turn onto the next street when you saw one of them, its back turned to you before it let out a growl and began to turn around. You hastily pressed yourself back against the wall, just behind the corner, concealing yourself as best you could and thanking God when it ran past you down the other way.

After what seemed like hours, you finally made it home. You pushed the door open and screamed for anyone - Joel, Sarah, even fucking Tommy, to no avail. You searched every room, praying for no bodies and you guessed your prayers had been answered when no one was there. That was good, but now you were alone. You looked around and noticed Joel’s coat was back on the hanger, meaning he’d gotten home already. That means the two of them were at least together, and probably safe too since Joel knew his way around a gun.

You paced around for a minute or two as you tried to gather your thoughts and figure out what to do.

You decided that you had to try to find them, even if you thought they were safe, you had to know.

Searching the house didn’t bring you many resources and you walked back out onto the street, if you could get out of the city.. Find somewhere with less people around, less of these sick people that could get you infected too, you’d be safe. That’s probably what Joel was thinking when he left, at least you hoped it was as you made your way out of the neighbourhood and as far away as you could get from Austin.

Thank you sm for reading, I hope you enjoyed! This is the beginning of my first series ever and God I hope it’s good. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open. 💞

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 2 Group A Match 4

expand for propaganda ↓ (major wall-of-text warning. don't say I didn't warn you) (nazi reference has been removed)

KD Lang:

"She's a lesbian (+100 points) and she was just really hot back then (+10000 points)"

"incredibly clear, sensual mezzo soprano voice -- kd lang's music literally transports you into the narrative of the song. they have a very charismatic appeal that makes them very attractive amazing bone structure and i love the short, choppy hair on top of that their fashion sense is peak, from the 1992 miss chatelaine ballroom dress to the suit on the august 1993 vanity fair cover to the shoulder-length hair and orange jacket on 1995's "all you can eat" i would literally give my life for kd lang i'm obsessed"

"VOTE KD LANG IF YOU LOVE LESBIANS. (AND YOU SHOULD LOVE LESBIANS)"

Jarvis Cocker:

"if jarvis wins I'm mailing him my underwear"

"I just want to tuck him in bed and read to him fairytales while he sips a cup of cocoa please is that to much"

"Jarvis Cocker and Jesus Christ share the same initials so that means that they are one flesh meaning that if you love Jesus you love Jarvis and vice versa"

"jarvision the best division 🫡"

"if jarvis wins I'll read The Hobbit in latin"

"I flew to London a couple of weeks ago and the first thing that I did was take the tube to waterstones picadilly and spend there about an hour looking for jarvis' book that they didn't have. Then I made my way (in the rain without an umbrella) to Foyles to see if they had it there and, again, they didn't have it."

"he's 6'3"

"I have never been more sexually attracted to a man than Jarvis cocker in the this is hardcore mv. I want to flatten him out with a rolling pin like pizza dough and then smack him against the wall. I am so horny I should be shot."

"Everytime I see jarvis cocker videos or pics I twirl my hair, kick my legs and giggle uncontrollably. Or I bite my arm and scream. I'm so mesmerised by his beautiful doe eyes and his weird dances that often lean very sexual. He's everything"

"the way jarvis' body is built is just extraordinary yknow like his spindly buglike legs"

"all I want in life is to take a shower with him and wash that greasy ass lice looking hair for once"

"Jarvis Cocker's last name is Cocker = he should win cuz cock haha"

"I want to spoon-feed him my grandma's chicken soup"

"I want to cock you jarvis <3333333"

"hottest most delicious looking man on earth"

"I didn't rant about him in English lang for him not to win"

"I love him a lot he looks like an insect ♥️"

"Jarvis cocker this is hardcore mv. No guillotine could take away the sloppy, disgusting, throbbing, dripping head I would give that man"

"never wanted a man so bad in my life, he looks like a pretty girl whilst having such a nice deep northern sheffield voice, i want him so bad i'm gonna be genuinely upset if my future bf doesn't look like him"

"apparently a girl he had slept with noted that he made sure that he satisfied all her needs in bed IM JUST GONNA LEAVE THIS INFO HERE AND YOU DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH THAT CUZ"

"need to have car sex with him whilst moving his greasy bangs out the way with my fingers"

"i went all the way to ireland to cure my hyperfixation but im still dreaming about the insect man 😍 i want to do the dishes with him"

"Jarvis is the kind of man that will tell you in explicit detail how much he likes to be pegged"

"currently smashing his sheffildian buttocks"

"I'd like to put my head on his shoulder right by his neck and just stay there, with his somewhat shaved beard making contact with my face and some strands of his hair coming loose and caressing me"

"is it zoophilic of me to say that I'm attracted to his insect looking way"

"Jarvis is everything! 90s Jarvis is a sarcastic smart bitter horny devil. 2000s Jarvis is a romantic fool. Current Jarvis? Lyrically, he is still both the horniest and most romantic and imho has the sexiest speaking voice of his generation. I used to listen to his BBC 6 radio show and when he said my name on air during their listener special I lost my goddamn mind. Celebrate the anniversary of it annually."

[latibvles]

i come bearing prompts:

12. stranger for lorraine ivonova

##12 — STRANGERS.

there might be typos in this. it is 4am. I proofread as best I can please be merciful but I had fun with this. Can we tell I like writing the banter? Anyways there was another case of OC mitosis here hi Anita hi Maggie that im very normal about. here's Lorraine.

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Being known meant being suffocated — and in that way, leaving felt like an opportunity to breathe again.

All her neighbors knew her, above and below her, sandwiching her in. They knew her and all three of her siblings and her parents, too. Because as big as the city was: most people knew their neighbors, and when you shared walls and hallways and porches, you really knew them. And for Lorraine, being known often meant trying to fit into a mold that didn’t quite fit — like a shoe that fit too tight around the toes, leaving her blistered and aching.

She did not have to smile if she didn’t want to. She didn’t have to pretend to like the things she didn’t care for. And for once, in all of her years of life, Lorraine was first to something. When your sister has pretty much done everything before you had a chance to, that means something.

It’s worth its weight in gold, to be first in something. Her father taught her that. Nothing else really mattered if she couldn’t be both first and the best at something.

“Okay. You’ve got a wheels up landing on a deserted island—”

“Jesus Christ, Fern, where do you come up with this stuff?”

“She’s been sitting on this one since last night.” Lena pipes up in the comms. Lorraine leans her head back against the wall, the fort rumbling almost imperceptibly beneath them as it makes its steady trek from Greenland to England. There are a few laughs over the comms, next to her Harrie snorts and bumps Carrie’s shoulder with her own. Viv hums. They hear a quiet banging from the cockpit and Lorraine assumes that’s Viv “knocking on wood”, in consideration to what Fern’s just said about crash-landings. There’s no wood on this fort, so metal will have to do.

“Alright then, have at it.”

“Okay. So you’ve got a wheels up landing. Deserted island. You get four people from the Hundredth, but they can’t be from our fort. Who’s your team?”

“Damn, you’re taking Willie from me?”

“Willie’s on an all-expenses paid vacation to Florida, sorry Cap.” Viv clicks her tongue over the comms, and they hear the quiet mmurmuring of ‘You hear that? You left me for Florida,’ and ‘Well I don’t know how I hit twenty-five and you didn’t,’ before their pilot lets out a long, melodramatic sigh.

“Alright, no Willie… so I’ll make Brady from the 418th my co-pilot, ‘cause of him flying over Wyoming. Do they all have to be different?”

“You tryna hava a pilot-island party?” Harrie asks, curious. Fern chuckles.

“No, have all the pilots you want.”

“Okay, then I’ll take Buck too. And uh… Maggie, from Rivera’s crew, ‘cause I need a navigator. How many slots I got left, Fernie?”

“Just one.”

“Damn, then uh… huh. Maybe Hambone. He looks scrappy enough.”

“All else fails you can use those gold teeth of his like a mirror and signal for help.” Lena pipes up once more, and there’s a small round of laughter from the other girls, but Lorraine just shifts her position to stretch her legs out a bit — as much as she can in the narrow confines of the fort, and glances out the window. It’s not like there’d be any Germans flying all the way to Greenland, but she’d take in the view for what it was.

Pretty.

They go around, and Lorraine’s really only half-listening to the hypothetical.

“Well okay, Fern, if our own freakin’ CO’s a bad pick, then what’s yours,” Lena challenges sharply through the comms. Lorraine half wonders if she’s going to drop down from the top turret just to challenge the other girl face to face. Fern giggles in that way she does when she knows she’s just stirred something. She has a feeling that if Jo weren’t watching the rest of the formation, she’d be crawling up from the tail gun just to make sure they were all still getting along up front.

There’s a pause and bated breath before Fern answers.

“Egan as my pilot, ‘cause I sure as hell can’t steer a fort,” There are a couple noises of agreement there. “And if worse comes to worst, he’ll keep me and the other four fed. I mean, those shoulders alone could probably feed a small village for a week, easy.”

“Like you need to be starving to take a bite out of him.” June scoffs from her spot in the nose, and Lorraine can envision the scrunch of her nose and the roll of her eyes as she says it.

“In more ways than one,” Fern drawls out in a sing-song voice. Another round of giggles, an audible groan from June and Lorraine doesn’t withhold her own eyeroll — not like Fern’s gonna see her anyway unless she pokes her head back here.

“Ladies.” Viv starts, in a tone that reminds Lorraine of how her sister Vera used to warn her and her brothers before the scolding would come.

“We can still hear you,” Willie tacks on at the end. Cut that out. That makes Lorraine snicker. Carrie’s flushed in a bit of embarrassment across from her, even if the barely-there-scold wasn’t targeted at her. She had that tendency to shoulder things no matter who the target was. If you got hit, she’d flinch, and if Fern got a warning about talking about an officer in a way her own superiors didn’t want to hear, she’d blush like she was the one with her pants pooled around her ankles.

Lorraine didn’t get that, but it wasn’t like she could change it.

“Sorry Cap — anyways, Egan, Brady, and… Josie, what’s the name of Claytor’s navigator?”

“Amison?”

“Him! And I want Anita, too. That’s my four.”

“Someone oughta tell Brady he’s the popular pick around here,” Lena snickers.

“Somebody oughta tell ‘Nita that we’re stealin’ halfa her crew.” Harrie adds on.

“Maybe not half,” Fern corrects. “What’d you think, Lori? Who's your pick?”

She should’ve seen this one coming, could hear the grin in Fern’s voice as she asked the question. Now Carrie and Harrie are staring at her — one with mild curiosity, the other with a toothy grin, and the silence over the comms is deafening. Expectant. She often bobbed and weaved out of quite a few of these conversations. During training she’d just pretend to be asleep when they took place in the hut, or would otherwise just check out entirely. But Fern seemed a little adamant on getting her into the conversation. Lorraine presses her lips into a tight line, then lets out a sharp breath.

“Kidd, Cleven, Payne, and Brady.”

“Kidd?” Fern makes a noise of slight shock. “I’m gonna need an explanation for that one.”

“Sounds like a real’ quiet island y’got there, Lorraine!”

“Mm, no, Bubbles can be pretty chatty,” Inez, who’d been otherwise quiet after her declaration of taking Crosby, Payne, DeMarco, and Blakely had been met with its own round of teasing. Friendliest deserted island in the whole hypothetical, unnamed sea — and then a debate about whether or not those two could nail a wheels up landing had almost derailed the conversation entirely. Lorraine kind of wishes that it had.

“Quiet? Should be a nice break from you all then,” it’s at least half a joke — one that lands judging by June’s ‘Fair enough’ and Harrie’s melodramatic whine of offense. Then she looks towards the small opening which separates them from Fern by the radios, and narrows her eyes as if the girl could see her through the wall. “And if you can’t imagine why I’m taking Kidd of all people then you’re hopeless.”

“Explain it to me like I’m dumb, then.”

“You are so—”

“—‘Cause if Lori’s ended up on a deserted island she’s sure as shit gonna be the first one off it,” Viv pipes in again, she can hear the smile in her voice. “She chose all the smart ones. We’d see a bomber in the sky with coconuts hanging off the wings or something. Am I right?”

Lorraine really can’t help it — there’s a small smile creeping onto her face as she tilts her head to look at the sky once more — and she shifts to stretch her legs out to the side as opposed to across. She nods, as if Viv can see her.

“Pretty much, yeah. Islands aren’t really my thing,” Lorraine gives a bit of a shrug. “I’d probably burn up way too quick if they had me out there for long.”

“Good thing we’re not going to Australia then, or Africa, huh?” Lena notes and once again they hear June’s scoff, clear as day, like she’s personally offended.

“Like Lorraine wouldn’t be the first one to suck it up if it meant we’d get to go up in the air before everyone else.” She drawls, and Lorraine chuckles to herself.

“Y’know what? Fair enough.”

The conversation shifts just as quick — to who’d turn all red the quickest if they were heading to a place like Africa or the islands dotting the Pacific. Lorraine doesn’t put up much of an argument when they come to the consensus that it’s probably her, but she doesn’t hate it either. First in the Fort, first off the Island, first to cook like a lobster in summer heat, first, first, first. There’s something funny about it, and she can admit to that. It’s not like they dislike that part of her that just really, really adores that solitary number one. Until she got here, she didn’t think much of numbers two to ten. But now, two through ten were no longer strangers to her, and she was no longer unknown to them.

And Lorraine figures, if she wants to be known, then she’d like for it to be just like this.

[bullet-prooflove]

Grief!Series Part Two: Blame - Bishop Losa x Reader

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You don’t say anything in the car on the way back from the mortuary. You simply sit, with your hand near your mouth, eyes staring forward. You haven’t moved since Bishop pulled out of the parking lot. You impenetrable right now, everything locked up inside of you so tight. He doesn’t know what to say, so he doesn’t, instead he turns on the radio and let’s the music fill the car. If he could take away that pain you’re feeling, the anguish he would. He’d suffer it a thousand times over so that you didn’t have to.

“It’s my fault.” You say finally, reaching over to turn the radio down.

“You didn’t put the needle in her arm.” He says firmly, flicking the indicator on so that he can pull over because this feels like a conversation that should be had whilst stationary.

“I as good as did.” You tell him, tapping your thumb against your forefinger before moving onto the next. He recognises that motion, he knows you do it when your thinking, when your brain is struggling to comprehend something. “She ended up being trafficked because my family used all of their money to send me over the border. They thought I was going places, that I was the smart one and Solana, she was the pretty one. She wanted so desperately to come over with me, but they couldn’t afford it. She was fourteen, she didn’t understand what it meant…”

Bishop thinks he knows where this is going, and it leaves a sour taste in his mouth. The work you do, the legal shit and the illegal shit, the pieces are starting to fall into place, and he hates it, because he knows it’s all tied up in the hideous experiences that you’ve been forced to endure.

“She sold herself.” You tell him, your eyes lined with tears when you look at him. “Her virginity and then her body, they just kept taking from her and she couldn’t cope…” You shake you head. “It took me years to track her down and every time I did, she would disappear, like smoke slipping through my fingers.”

You stare down at your hands and he can see the tremble in them. You press them together between your thighs. It’s a terrible story, one that happens every single fucking day and it wounds Bishop because this isn’t even the first time that he’s heard something like it. He thinks about the shit with the VM, about what happened to Mari, how at twelve years old she should have been playing in a park somewhere or doing her homework, instead the animals had had her making porn.

He undoes his seatbelt, leaning over across the console so that he can touch you. He tips your chin up so that you can see the honesty in his gaze as he speaks.

“This isn’t on you.” He tells you. “It’s on them, it’s on society, it’s on the animals that decided to barter a little girl for their own gain. You can not take on this burden because it will fucking drown you.”

There’s an undertone in his words, an understanding under the fierceness. He knows what grief and guilt can do to a person. How it can chew you up and obliterate your life. He knows how insidious it is, clawing at your insides until there’s nothing left but this void, one you can’t seem to fill no matter what you do.

“Obispo….”

And he just knows by the sound of your voice that you are trying to rationalise the blame. He won’t let that happen to you, he will not let you fall into this trap, because that’s what it fucking is, a fucking cage that leaves you banging on the walls screaming because there is no way out once you’ve stepped inside.

“No.” He tells you firmly. “You did not do this. You are not responsible for what happened to her. You were a kid and so was she, you didn’t have a choice.”

There’s silence for a moment and he watches his words sink in before he releases you and puts both of his hands on the steering wheel. His heart hammers in his chest because he hears those words echoing back at him, stretching over eight years when he’d pulled up to the crash site and saw Aidan’s car empty car seat tumbled across the concrete.

“It’s not your fault.” he whispers to the both of you. “It’s not your fault.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

Chapter 22

im back from hiatus. makoto time

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

still no byakuya pov so we get to hang out with his divorced boyfriend

you might notice some events are out of order compared to the og timeline. this is within my plan...

@digitaldollsworld :]

Content warning tags: implied physical violence, blunt force injuries, more concussions

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“I did warn you.”

Makoto casts a rueful look upwards, looking through his bangs as one hand rubs at the tender lump on the back of his head. Thankfully, it wasn’t too swollen, and he didn’t feel much lingering dizziness, but it’d definitely be hurting for a while. In front of him, Kyoko stares down over her crossed arms, totally unconcerned, if not for the way her fingers were tightened on her elbows, and the slight pinching around her eyes.

“I was being careful,” He mutters back, though even to himself he sounds whiney and petulant. Like a kid that got caught in the act. He looks back down at the floor between his scuffed sneakers, and shifts slightly. It wasn’t exactly comfortable crouching here, leaning against the tiled wall of the boy’s bathroom. “I knew what I was getting into.”

“You didn’t. You charged in here without a care in the world.” She replies bluntly, and he winces a little at that.

“I was just trying to help-”

“I’m well aware.”

He recoils again, feeling the miserable, sinking feeling in his gut threatening to swallow him up. He did what he had to during the trial, despite knowing full well that Byakuya would hate him for it - but this time around, he really fucked up.

He drops his head between his knees, miserable between the throbbing pain and his own guilt. Above him, he hears Kyoko sigh, and then she’s lowering to a crouch in front of him, so that they were eye-level. “What’s done is done.” She still seems displeased, but not angry. “Lift your head. I’m going to check that you’re not concussed.”

“...You know how to do that?” But he lifts his face anyway. And jumps a little, as she places a hand below his jaw, tilting his face upwards. “U-um...”

“Okay, your pupils look fine. And the reaction to light seems normal.” She turns him a little to the left, then the right, her own eyes pale and striking. He can feel a flustered kind of warmth crawling up his cheeks from his neck. “How’s your vision? Blurry? Sensitive?”

“N-no? Um, I can see fine-”

“Any trouble focusing on anything? Pain?”

“No, I-”

“Follow my finger.” She releases his face, and holds up one finger, moving it slowly closer to his nose.

He pushes it away, now thoroughly embarrassed. “I’m fine,” He insists, turning away. He knew pretty well how unnerving Kyoko’s gaze could be, but right now they felt like sun lamps, burning a hole in him. “I- can I just tell you what happened in there?”

That seems to get her attention. She drops her hand, and shuffles closer.

“I’m listening.” She says, voice soft and serious. And he coughs, clears his throat, and begins-

—

He had come up to the second floor with the intention of going to the third, if only to wander around a bit to take his mind off things, but had wanted to stop by the library first, with the vaguest idea of trying to pick out a book to give to Byakuya as a sort of peace offering.

But as he came up into the hallway, and looked at the wall where Chihiro had been pinned - the body gone, the bloodstains cleaned, and even the holes in the drywall patched and expertly plastered over - he felt a deep, bone-chilling feeling in his chest, and couldn’t bring himself to walk past it. He turned around, and then noticed the slight sound coming from the boy’s bathroom as he passed, and remembered what Kyoko had been up to before yesterday’s trial.

It had bothered him then, and even more so now, as he recalled it. Kyoko’s alibi was flimsy, but she’d executed it expertly. Even the person she claimed as her witness, Toko, hadn’t said anything to support it, but by the time Toko was giving her testimony, no one was paying attention to Kyoko anymore anyways. It was like she’d planned it all, and if it hadn’t come out at the very end who the true culprit was…

He frowned, and shook off the unease. Whether he could trust Kyoko for now wasn’t something he could determine from yesterday alone, because it was clear she was doing things on a different level from the rest of them. Even compared to the real Ultimate students, she always seemed to be a step ahead, calculating beyond measure. In the end, the only thing he could do was be grateful that she was on their side.

He stepped into the bathroom. It’s the same as yesterday, old, dusty, the light buzzing with a lemon-yellow glow. He passed the empty stalls to the last one on the end, its door hanging ajar -

A pale figure shot out just as he was about to push the door open wider, and slammed a leather-clad palm against his mouth before he could cry out. He panicked for a moment, one hand grabbing the fingers pressed into his cheeks, the other shoving at the mysterious assailant’s shoulder, before he suddenly recognizes who it is.

“Kh-yo-goh-?!” He managed, voice muffled. Kyoko, with clumps of dust clinging to her sleeves and what looked like a cobweb flying off her hair, glared back at him.

“Let go of my hand,” She gritted out, and he realized he was still squeezing the fingers around his face, and let go quickly, raising his hands in surrender. She released him in turn, cradling her hand gingerly to her chest as she did. There was something wrong with the way her fingers were curled, the way her face paled slightly when she tried to clench it into a fist.

“U-um, are you o-”

“Fine.” She did not sound fine. Her voice was strained. Her posture was as steady as ever, but her eyes kept darting. “What are you doing here?”

“I…” he hesitated. “I was just. Looking around?”

She stopped casting uneasy glances to level him with a stare, eyes narrowed slightly, and even he knows how pathetic that must sound. “I-I’m being serious! And- and anyways, what are you doing here?”

“Investigating.” She said it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and in hindsight, he really could have just guessed.

“I thought you said you were going up to the third floor?”

The corners of her mouth turn downwards. “I said that to throw off anyone who might have been listening in. Including the mastermind.”

“...Oh.”

She looked away from him, and he stood there, unsure, feeling both stupid and, somehow, frustrated. It wasn’t as if he was trying to look for her. And he only ended up coming into the boy’s bathroom on a whim.

The stall behind her is empty. There’s not even a toilet, just an odd collection of cleaning supplies. Totally innocuous at first glance, but he frowned, and squinted. It was hard to tell with the light, but everything in the stall was just as dusty as the rest of the place, except for a perfect rectangle of tiles against the far wall.

“What’s in here?” He asked, and her attention snapped back to him.

“Nothing.”

“You said that really fast…”

Her brows furrowed slightly, a scowl if he ever saw one, though the corner of her mouth twitches slightly. “...Have you ever been told you’re too observant for your own good?”

He smiled sheepishly at that. “Um. Not to my face?”

Kyoko was quiet for a moment, apparently pondering whether or not to tell him, before she sighed, and leaned in, one hand resting on his shoulder to pull him close. “Not now, but later.” Her hurried whisper tickled against his ear, and the fine hairs on the back of his neck, and he inadvertently shuddered. “When I’m not around, and it’s safe to do so. Press against the tiles against that back wall. Don’t spend too much time there, or you’ll draw suspicion.”

And then she left. Suddenly and with barely a sound, leaving him stupefied, standing in the middle of the bathroom, rubbing at his ear. He had the feeling that he had just been trusted with something very important, but he had no idea what, and no idea why.

He should have left as well. And followed her advice later, much later, when the tension had passed and the mastermind was suitably distracted; but the curiosity had been too strong. He was antsy and pent-up, and desperate for some answers.

The room behind the stall wall was a dusty, foreboding place, cobwebs and cracked gray cement and exposed ventilation pipes. Fluorescent lights hum from the ceiling and cast a pale, eerie white glow. A shelf leaning against the far wall, a chipped-up desk and stool in the middle of the room. The shelf was crammed full, files and papers and books - yearbooks, he realizes - and crumpled-up pages litter the floor.

A file room? He stepped in hesitantly. Why such a place would be hidden behind a boys’ bathroom, he didn’t know, but as he approached the desk he found the files that Kyoko had just been looking at. Some things about the school’s founding, a blueprint of the building - and a yearbook, with a scrap of paper sticking out from between the pages.

It must have been a misprint, because the embossed date on the book’s spine made it out that this was meant to be published for this year. His school year. His school year that hasn’t happened yet, because of a killing game.

It was the only explanation he could think of, but he couldn’t help the sense of foreboding prickling up his back as he reached for it, hesitating briefly as he reached for the cover. It flips open to the page just before the freshman class portraits, where the piece of paper that had been sticking out like a flag.

YOU MUST NOT LEAVE.

The words were printed neat and bold, in stark black. Makoto frowned, and picked it up, turning it in his hand as if it was some optical illusion, promising to reveal some deeper meaning. And there must be some deeper meaning, because he couldn’t shake the strange, uncomfortable feeling that he knew exactly why this wording was used. ‘You must not leave’, not ‘you can’t leave’.

It makes it sound like we have a choice, he thought, before-

—-

As he finishes, he reaches up to touch the back of his head again, feeling out the tender bump. The pain was still there, just manageable, but insistent. It felt like all the energy in his body was being drained out of that spot, leaving behind a bone-deep, achey tiredness.

Kyoko is still across from him, chin tucked into her hand as she thinks. And then she sighs, and stands up, stretching slowly. He waits, expecting her to get angry, or something, but she doesn’t even seem too disappointed. Or maybe she was just good at hiding it.

“Come on,” She motions for him to stand, and he does, feeling his knees creak. “We should go to the nurse’s office.”

“Huh? No, I’m fine-”

“We don’t know that for sure. And I’m not enough of a medical expert to clear you of a concussion.” She glances to their side, where the door to the hidden room was, perfectly blended in with the rest of the wall. “That door is locked now. I can’t get in.”

“What, seriously?!” He tries it himself, stepping past her to push against the tile. But there’s no budge, not even the slightest movement to suggest that a door existed there in the first place. “But the files-”

“Whoever it was that knocked you out was likely the mastermind. They wouldn’t have let that room stay open after they found out that we knew about it.” Kyoko shakes her head. “It’s unfortunate, but there’s nothing we can do about it now.”

He winces at that. “But you hadn’t finished looking through them…”

“No, I didn’t. But I doubt that we’d be able to access those files whether or not we could get back through that door,” She pauses, and glances back at him. “But again. There’s nothing we can do about it now.”

She turns to leave. And he grimaces again, still kicking himself for his own stupidity. But he follows her anyways, dogging beside her with feet that feel as heavy as lead.

The nurse’s office is clean when they get there, the waste bin empty, the curtains pushed back. Even the bed is made, and Makoto can’t help the pang in his chest as he remembers seeing Taka there, curled up and silent, unwilling to say anything to anyone. Kyoko is already rummaging through the drawers, and she passes a white bottle to him.

“For the headache.” She says simply. “You can grab an ice pack from the fridge here, too.” And turns to leave.

“Wait, what about you?” He blurts out, before he can think twice about it.

She raises an eyebrow. “What about me?”

He hesitates, but he can’t take the words back now. “Your hand. Your left hand, I mean - it’s hurting, right?”

And as he could have predicted, she freezes, then sighs, a sound that’s half-annoyed, half-amused. “Again. Too observant,” She flexes her hand in front of him, as if to prove him wrong. “It’s fine. It won’t hinder me.”

Now it was his turn to scrutinize her. There are no tells on her face, no outward sign that she was lying at all, but Makoto remembers how she favored her right hand when typing on Alter Ego’s keyboard, and how shaken she had been after he had grabbed her left hand earlier. He knows what he saw, and that seemed to be the one thing he was good at here.

“...I won’t ask you what happened. But you shouldn’t try and pretend like it’s fine if it’s not, or it could make it worse.” He casts a quick look around the nurse’s office. “There’s probably those, uh, those finger splints thingies – like the kind that athletes use – somewhere around here…or we could ask Sakura, maybe? She probably knows about these kinds of things.”

“...It’s fine, Makoto. I don’t need it.”

“You don’t-” He stares at her, incredulous. The strange contrast between her concern for his potential concussion, and yet her own self-neglect was baffling, but he finds it hardly surprising. “...Okay, can you let me see the damage then?”

“No.” She replies instantly, in a voice so flat that it didn’t leave any room for deliberation. And suddenly, he’s worried that she’ll leave again, and makes an aborted attempt to grab for her arm - and hesitates, before pinching onto her sleeve instead.

“Why?” He feels frustrated, the same frustration he felt that night Sayaka died; when Byakuya confronted him about his blindness. “Why hide it? Why…why do you want to deal with this all by yourself?” He can’t help the edge of desperation that’s creeping into his voice. “Wouldn’t it be easier if we could all work with each other?”

Kyoko’s eyes narrow slightly, like she’s the one who doesn’t understand him. “Makoto…don’t be ridiculous.” She shakes him off. “I doubt anyone here has the capabilities to help me.”

“You don’t know that! We’re all students of Hope’s Peak, so- so I’m sure they can all help somehow.” Granted, now that he’s met his fellow freshman class, he’s learned that they were all human, and sometimes, painfully so. But even despite that, they were all still extraordinary when compared to him. “What, is this about- about pride, or something?”

She huffs, a sound that’s almost a snort. “Of course not. Don’t confuse me with-” She pauses for a moment, hesitating. “...No, it’s nothing to do with pride. It’s about my own safety. Surely you can understand that much?”

He winces a little at that. He does understand, unfortunately; several times now, he’s seen some of the most well-meaning, seemingly harmless people of their group become violent and desperate, and resort to the worst possible means. But even so, he can’t give up. “But, if it’s just the ten of us left-”

“Enough, Makoto. Listen.” She turns to face him fully now, giving him her full attention. “We are in a place with no clear exits or entrances. We have been given explicit instruction to kill each other, but not pointlessly injure. And yet, one of us has been disabled, seemingly for no reason, which means that there is nothing here that we can take for granted. Not even our own bodies.” Her injured hand clenches again, though it shakes slightly at her side. “Maintaining distance is the safest option for me. I would suggest you do the same.”

Every word she says is true. He knows this, and he hates it, in much the same way that he hated how Byakuya had spoken so callously about Sayaka after the first trial. What he hates more though, is how hard it is to refute any of it…and how he knows that she was only saying it with good intentions. Out of concern.

She turns to leave the nurse’s office, and this time he lets her go. 

“For what it’s worth, I still trust you.”

The words are out of his mouth before he can even reconsider it. But she stops with one foot past the threshold.

For a moment, it seems that she is about to turn around and say something, but instead, she rounds the corner, and disappears from sight.

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[thesherrinfordfacility]

Ok hihihihi so I'm a big fan of your tumblr in general (big thumbs up from me there) however I have recently stumbled across your youtube edits (good omens ofc) and at first i was like wait i know them but fuck fuck fuck im so so sooo obsessed you have such genius big brain ideas you are COOKING frfr

also your latest one to running up that hill im screaming banging my head against the wall I live for the drama? you don't usually see them edited quite like that and you brought the heat like damn im such a big fan in general but... the edits........ I am hyperfixating on all of them rn but especially running up that hill, holding out for a hero and hit me with your best shot because oof

now i will go back to watching on repeat pls excuse me-

oh my goodness gracious HELLO✨💕 yes it's me hi!!!

thank you SO MUCH for this fidkdksjl this is so lovely and AH oh my goodness that's so kind of you thank you so much!!!!

IM SO PLEASED THAT SOMEONE ELSE is obsessing over the kate bush one, she's not done so hot on numbers but im proud of her and lose my mind over her anyway💕

it was really hard to make it!!!!!! god knows i love this show but it is first and foremost a comedy, so making something that deliberately tried to showcase it in a gritty, angsty, cinematic-epic light was sooooo difficult but it's wonderful to know it paid off!!! thank you!!!!💕

holding out for a hero was so dumb lmao but it fits crowley so well i couldn't resist it, but i do love the hit me with your best shot one, she's a special lady and whilst the tempo of it nearly killed me, it paid off pretty well 😅 my personal faves though, i have to say, are probably candy and cut to the feeling, i feel they were some of my best work on a technical level 🥰

(i also really loved making trouble coming, but that was about the demon gang/hell in general so naturally hasnt quite found the same attention as the blorbo ones, oops)

AHHHH needless to say this has made my day and i thank you muchly, so so lovely of you!!!!💖

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HOLY SHIT I DID IT!!!!!!! JFHEKJGHSKJHFDASHFGSDJK

ok now im getting anxious lol GOTTA GO

WHOLE THING CAN BE ALSO FOUND UNDER THE CUT!! LOVE Y'ALL

as always Crystal belongs to @quaddmgd :3

"Rogue I beg you, please anyone but Palmer? You know I-" "Listen, kid. You come to me asking for help, and I'm giving you help. If you think you're in a position to cherrypick who you 'like' to work with then you either grow up and go talk with Panam or leave." Elegy clenched her fists and stormed out of the booth, bumping shoulders with some stranger on the way out. She was so angry she felt like burning something down; why does it always end up like that? At this point she'll never get her street cred anywhere. She leaned against a wall, not feeling like going home empty-handed. She needed a drink - something to soothe her nerves and give her fuel to think. Elegy raised her sights to look for Claire, who was occupied with-- oh, it's that pretty girl.

She's been coming to Afterlife a lot lately and quickly got recognized among other solos as someone who should not be messed with. Many wanted to work with her, but she prefered working alone; she was an ex-nomad, after all. She probably had to learn to rely only on herself to survive without her family. To be honest, Elegy was a little jealous - she tried really hard to become independent but her ties kept a tight knot on her. No matter how good her skills were, she still was forced to rely on others to help her with matters she couldn't resolve on her own. It can be exhausting sometimes, asking for help - however stupid that sounds.

"Eh, don't worry C, Nix has his days. Afterlife is full of gonks that would pay you just to have a chance of working with you." "I just wish... He didn't need to be so harsh about that." The girl with colorful hair sipped the last of her liquor, soft expression present on her face. At this point Elegy caught herself staring, and she hid her face under her bangs. But did she hear right? Crystal needed Nix's help? Why would she- "Also, you know I prefer working with people who know their stuff. Can't let another gonk die on me," she played with her glass, turning the melting ice cubes inside left and right, much like Elegy's stomach at this moment. She wanted to scream 'I KNOW MY STUFF,' at the top of her lungs, but obviously that wouldn't work. She needed to approach her somehow. She had to.

***

"Heard you need help with some netrunnin'?" Suddenly the seat beside Crystal wasn't empty anymore, and her eyes met with black orbs radiating with confidence. "Did you listen in on us?" She shifted from a relaxed pose to a more stiff, ready-to-act one. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, but it worked! "Listen, Nix knows his shit and all, I get it. But to be honest? I can do anything he can - if not better - not counting the fact that I'm simply just a lot cooler to be around. You should ditch that old ex-corp, he and Rogue can go be pains in the ass together in that shitty booth of hers," Crystal's soft expression was long gone, replaced by way more annoyed and suspicious one. "Huh, you do gigs for Rogue?" "Sometimes. When she doesn't pair me up with assholes, that is." Elegy fiddled with her fingers, watching her hands; somehow her confidence began depleting, so she decided - it's now or never. "So, how about that - you help me, I help you." "Well, since you did listen in; what makes you think I'd just go and risk my life with a random gonk-" "You might wanna tune in and listen to the news then; rerun is about to start." Claire shouted from another end of the counter, serving drinks to a group of young mercs. Crystal's eyes shot back to the blue-haired gal, who just shrugged and turned her head to the TV.

The news lady began going on about the latest case of a corporation being targeted by a cyberterrorist known as The Plague; after their last attack, more than 2000 Biotechnica employees were stalled in their work. All employees on-site were found unconscious and poisoned, with no damage other than their security being compromised - there were traces of some top secret documents being stolen, which seemed more like a nasty joke left by the attacker rather than a slip-up. “The nasty joke being a dick. Drew it myself,” Elegy commented on the news, her hands intertwined behind the back of her head like some laid back anime character. All she got in response was a ‘I am still not convinced’ smirk, as Crystal went back to playing with her - now completely empty - glass. “They’re still clonin’ humans. Got all the evidence backed up on a shard, but got nobody I trust with it yet,” her expression was serious now, and she meant it. “They clone them, force them to think and feel, and then they experiment on them. Playing fucking god… No matter how helpful they were during the energy crisis and food industry, this is beyond fucked up.” "Holy shit,” a small chuckle escaped from Crystal, who seemed rather surprised by the sudden change of tone. “That really does sound fucked up. And you really pulled off something like that all by yourself?” “Well, can’t doubt Claire.” Elegy beamed a smile at the barkeep, who winked back while still working her beverage magic. ”They used to call me The Omen at first, it’s all silly really but still, that’s what I get for having a ‘signature move’ or whatever…” She began to ramble a bit, feeling the heat in her gut rising with every positive reaction she got out of her soon-to-be partner. “Hm. Okay. Tell me what’s up with that gig. I think we might work together quite well.” “...You mean it?” “Yep. So? Gimme something to work with!” “!! Okay, so there’s this new smart link prototype-”

***

“So if I help you steal that prototype for your Ashura, you’re gonna help me with cracking the security? That building is tight as shit you know-” “Yup! You won’t even have to lift a finger. In and out.” “And you need me because… You can’t drive a car?” “Yeah!” Her innocent smile was devastating in a way. Crystal couldn’t believe it at first, but it seemed that this girl was serious. “What the hell. Let’s do it. I’m Crystal, by the way.” She reached to the bubbly one next to her, with the intention of shaking her hand. Elegy returned the gesture with a little bit of hesitation, but quickly pushed all those feelings of doubt away - this was a time for celebration. “Elegy! You know, this calls for a toast. You ever tried David Martinez?”

[tanushakyrano]

febuwhump day 16: semi-conscious

YES ITS NOT THE 16TH IM SO AWARE OF THIS..... writing the second half of this really sucked for some reason. words were not computing. but i got it done!

characters: Kayo, Alan

additional warnings: hypoxia (low oxygen)

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Alan was getting worried. 

It had been at least five minutes since he’d heard anything from Kayo. It wasn’t exactly unusual; the amount of times that she’d experienced ‘technical difficulties’ and gone dark on rescues was frankly ridiculous. Nine times out of ten, she was completely fine. 

It was the tenth time that worried him.

They’d split up to search for survivors. The space station they were on was large and sprawling, and the internal communication system was down which meant that figuring out where everyone was was just that much more difficult. Most of the crew had already been located, but there were a few names unaccounted for on the crew manifest. They’d agreed to split up to cover more ground quicker. Alan was beginning to think that that had been a mistake.

He turned a corner and suddenly his feet weren’t on the ground any more. It took him a minute to realise what the hell was going on. The station had been experiencing system-wide failures for a while now; lights were only on in about half of the areas he'd explored, and life support systems had given up the ghost a long time ago. Clearly the artificial gravity in some areas was failing entirely. He reached out for the wall, using the handrails to give him momentum as he pushed onwards.

A light flashed red over one of the doors as he passed. Alan glanced into the room that lay beyond, shrouded in darkness, then caught sight of the flashing message just above the locking mechanism: WARNING - HULL BREACH. Sure enough, he could just about make out the gash in the floor, the metal plating warped and jagged. He pushed himself onwards. The ball of anxiety that was pretty much a permanent resident in his chest tightened.

Every room Alan glanced into was completely empty even of other missing members of the crew. The silence - other than the occasional crackle of burnt-out circuits - was starting to unsettle him. He was intensely aware of the fact that the station was slowly tearing itself apart around him. They were on borrowed time.

A flash of teal behind one of the doors caught his eye. Alan made a beeline for it, slamming his hand into the locking mechanism until with a groan, the door slid partway open. It was difficult to get purchase in zero-gee, but he managed it, shouldering it open until the gap was large enough for him to squeeze through.

Oh. The gravity was back.

Alan was a little embarrassed to admit that it took him by surprise. As soon as enough of him was through the door, gravity tugged him determinedly downwards, and he fell unceremoniously to the ground. He banged his shin on the way down and cursed.

He quickly scrambled up, assessing the situation. Kayo was slumped in one corner, head resting against the wall, knees pulled halfway to her chest. She barely stirred at his entrance.

"Kayo? You okay?" He was at her side in an instant, noting her blue-tinged lips with alarm.

Slowly, her eyes opened.

"Alan…?"

"Hey. Hi." Alan tried to smile reassuringly. "Kayo, do you know what happened to you?"

"Circuit…blew." Her brow furrowed with concentration as she attempted to from a sentence. "Oxygen tank. Damaged."

A quick scan of her suit's system confirmed it. Oxygen levels were low and getting lower, thanks to microfractures along one side of her helmet. Alan took a deep breath and tried very hard not to freak out. His hand found hers and held it tightly. Whether it was to reassure Kayo or himself, he didn't know.

"Look, this station could blow any minute," he said, keeping the wobble out of his voice. "We gotta go. You're gonna have to help me out here, I can't carry you all the way. My noodle arms aren't built for this."

It was barely a joke, but Kayo still smiled weakly at it, struggling to push herself upright as Alan slung her arm over his neck and helped her to stand up. He was suddenly very grateful that the gravity had malfunctioned in the corridors outside; even though Kayo was trying her best to help, Alan was single-handedly supporting most of her body weight, and he wasn't sure he could make it back in time if he had to carry her the entire way back.

"M'sorry," Kayo murmured, head dropping against his shoulder. Her voice was so quiet, so…small, that Alan's throat constricted. It was so unlike her that it scared him.

"Hey, no, don't apologise. We're gonna be okay."

She didn't reply.

They headed towards the half-open door, one shuffling step at a time. Kayo could barely keep her eyes open. Alan made a mental note listen to Virgil next time when he stressed the importance of weightlifting in training. Already his shoulders were aching viciously.

The gap was too small to fit through. Alan glared at it as if it had caused him personal offence, slamming his fist into the button several times - as if that would somehow magically open all the way.

Surprisingly, it did.

Alan blinked. Maybe the infamous Tracy luck had decided to go on vacation for the day.

The switch from gravity to lack thereof was much less jarring when he was prepared for it. It also meant that they moved much more quickly, no longer weighed down by artificial forces. Before long, they were nearly back at Thunderbird Three, thudding to the ground again, Alan barely keeping his balance under the renewed burden of Kayo's weight.

"Can I get some help here?" he yelled out, hoping that one of the crew was in earshot. Sure enough, Clove - the one who'd helped them upon their arrival - came hurrying out, ducking under Kayo's other arm and lifting some of the weight off Alan's shoulders - literally.

"The last of the crew made it back while you were away," she informed him. That was good. It meant he could close the airlock for good once they were safely back in Three, make a breathable atmosphere for Kayo.

Three was in arm's reach now.

As soon as their feet crossed the threshold, he slammed the airlock shut, listening intently for the hiss of air that confirmed the establishment of the breathable atmosphere. Carefully, he reached for the clasps on either side of Kayo's helmet, easing it off her head. Clove hovered worriedly next to him.

It was a sign that he was stressed as hell when the sound of Kayo's shuddering inhale was enough to make him flinch violently. Her hand grasped his arm instinctively as her body tried to get much-needed oxygen back into her system.

"You're okay," he breathed, grasping her forearm back. "Thank fuck, you're okay."

"Yeah." Kayo tipped her head back, chest rising and falling steadily. She gave him a weak thumbs up. "Good…job, kid."

[minalblood]

Episode 8, here we go! Finally! Im dedicating this review to @noybusiness and @shallowseeker for the encouragements to return to this.

Oh yes, Loki/Gabe! I forgot that's this one. I will say I still could not tell you which one it is. I WILL try to figure that out by the end of this.

I appreciate Mary immediately going to wanting to punch her dad while he's unconscious. Top tier sentiments.

I love (read: am banging my head against a wall) that John thinks what happened last ep counts as having hit the Akrida "pretty hard". It's kinda laughable tbh. The Akrida have already shown extrmely adept at infiltration (basically their whole thing) as well as the whole swarm of locust vibes associated. What i mean by this is, they have no clue how many Akrida there are or where and the dozen or so Samuel got rid of could easily be such an expendable number. But John assumes they weren't... why? Based on what? I also highkey love that Carlos just fully skirts addressing John's remark here and instead refocuses on the case du jour while Lata and Mary also say nothing. It's just funny to me.

Yessss, Lata and Carlos team up!!!

Ughh Dean's talking about dreams and sacrifices, just rip my heart out why dont u? Tho I will highlight his words about gaining more than u lose, Ive always appreciated the fact that Dean prefers to focus on what he has if possible. And it's not like he doesn't have a plethora of regrets, but he has reached a point by like.. season 11/12 I'd say where he became content with himself enough not to wish it different. I also deeply love the acknowledgement of said sacrifices made, it's not this empty optimistic view of things, shit has been bad before, but that doesn't negate or dimish the good that you've also gotten/found.

Lata's absolute judgement and unimpresed reaction to what Carlos has just called a "cathedral" give me life. This ep I think is one where we really start to see some more contrast in Lata. Because up until now, she's certainly been there, has def had complexity, but now we're not just seeing her be excited about knowledge, but rather learn some of the minutiae of her personality. Like how she is not easily impressed and also her niche interests and Carlos' dont match. We've seen Carlos be interested in her hobbies before, begrudgingly and with vague horrified expressions, but intrigued nonetheless. The opposite, we can now see for sure, does not apply in reverse for Lata. She genuinely doesn't seem to give a shit about the supposed prestige of the Knave and is more than happy to fall back to what she enjoys.

I adore the bartender. He is my fav and I am endlessly mad he dies. I loved that man and his "leave me.tf alone kid" vibes.

Carlos not wanting Lata to know about Rivers Gemini is soo funny. And 100% reminds me of Dean and how he prefers to hide his interests so he isn't made fun of/keeps appearences. And this won't be the only Carloa Dean parallel this ep. Hell, Dean's intro words apply most to Carlos this ep as is.

I love the fact that Mary and John actually TALK about their relationship and boundaries and the kiss. The emotional maturity is astounding tbh.

Jericho immediately making his excuses for why he hadn't seen Brock when he died gave me apprehension when I 1st watched this ep live, but now it's very obvious he was preemptively giving his alibi. It's honestly subtly done especially when contrasted to how obvious Loki/Gabe are. Glorious mustache on him btw.

Carlos has a very... interesting view on hunting. Because on the one hand, it did kinda kill their dream of being a musician, but they alao very much approach hunting with a lot of enthusiasm and genuinely seem to enjoy it. Again, the Dean vibes are off the charts with this one. I love Lata for adressing and checking in with Carlos as well, just making sure they're ok.

The roadie/Loki/Gabe is also pretty obvious in hindsight. It makes little sense to have this dude just go fuck off but oh no actually lemme tell u exactly what u need.

Oh no, Millie and Samuel. I am not ready for this. They are so similar and so different at the same time. Mainly because I genuinely believe Millie by this point has had the chance to process part of her issues whereas Samuel very much so is ... Samuel. And you can see this plainly for both of them. They are similiar, they butt heads because of it, but Millie has spent all this episode giving both John and Mary the space they need to work their shit out, without making any of her usual comments except for the tea Ada gave Samuel and even then she's quick to retract her statement when the tea works. Samuel meanwhile spends a good chunk of the episode saying shit that only serves to diminish or undermine.

I do appreciate the confirmation that Samuel knew who the MoL are/were. It makes perfect sense for the Campbell's to know considering their hunting legacy. And it's endlessly funny thay both him and Henry (when he met Sam and Dean) put down the other's profession. It's a fun parallel (i hate it). Millie putting him in his place was very very satisfying for me.

I will forever be screaming about Chuck being front and centre in this episode several times. An episode where we have Loki/Gabe and is about music (Chucks already said music is where humanity popped off for him) and on top of that discusses the themes of making up ur life as you want it despite whatever fate decrees (aka hunting means sacrifice and death but Carlos get to perform on the best stage in the area in from.of their friends regardless). Not to mention that I constantly have Chuck saying he likes "front row seats" and "hiding out in plain sight" on a loop in my head. Like of course he'd be keeping an eye out for his faves or would've done so before he was defeated. The timeline's a bit messy here because either this version is no longer the Chuck that Sam and Dean fought and defeated and is essentially the leftover consciousness from this particular world or time happens sorta simultaneoualy? I lean toward the 1st tbh, but then the question still remains of how much does he know. It's very very incriminating that he is in fact there.

And all this to say that I cannot believe that we have Loki alone here. I don't see it, can't. It makes more sense to me to actively mess with the Campbell-Winchester bloodlines via fucking with their friends while giving a speech about playing ur part for Gabe. But then... it ain't like Loki's mythos don't also deal with themes of predestination... soo...

And it's so so obvious that Loki/Gabe is gunning directly for Carlos btw. Like so obvious.

The bartender deserved better and I will go down with this.

Yep, that tattoo is def a parallel to the Mark of Cain. Which again, interesting choice 🤔

I love Mary's no nonsense vibe with Samuel, especially when he's trying to fuck around and find out aka deflecting the bullshit he's been pulling.

The photossssss, yesss.

I need John Winchester to not say shit like "should treat her more like a daughter less like a soldier' because I will have a stroke. I am so so in agreement and applauding but simultaneously thinking how fucking rich it is that this comes from any version of him. I am.in paaain. I wanna kill SPN!John with my bare hands and hearing this John say shit like this only adds fuel to the fire.

Ah yes... the innuendo. Forgot bout that. More on it, the personality Loki/Gabe shows here matches Gabe wayyyyy more than Loki, but the outfit and earlier peronality matches Loki. Cannot speak to MO since that's fully dif fron SPN, no just deserts here. Just a very bitter demigod/archangel. I am starting to think they are actively working together here and are both present and fucking around. He really really hates Lata tho. Like he's gunning for Carlos, but actively scorns Lata. Interesting.

Also also the disappearing Jericho thing... yes Loki could, but we've most seen in with Chuck and Lucifer, so I fully believe that the version that gets Carlos to make a deal is heavily leaning towards Gabe moreso than Loki.

Maggie's books save the day once more. God Maggie could've been a glorious Woman of Letters (to quite Charlie) in another life.

Uuuuuh Samuel seeing how things have changes, yess. Makes sense of course he's the one who's literally been on the outside and not being influenced by the Dean meddling til now so he still relates everything to what used to be true of the people we've been watching. But they aren't the same anymore, shit's changed and they've changed. This is what I've been trying ro highlight as it's been happening these past 8 ep that led us to Samuel confirming it.

At least he's self aware hes not a people's person. I do appreciate the distinction between monsters that kill to survive vs those that kill for fun. (And I am once more wondering if I should just post my bachelor's on the nature of monsters in spn)

Winchesters and their family specials... Aaaand I just realized they SPN!John likely had made his moms recipe for Sam and Dean when they were sick... think Dean called it cure-all kitchen-sink stew? If I remember my spn correctly...

Uuuu it was Samuel who mentioned the weapon...not Lata as Loki/Gabe accuses and mocks.

I love the arguememt between Mary and Samuel. And am mad that Samuel actually shows more emotional maturity in explaning himself here than SPN!John every did... I feel like I'm chewing glass here fellas, pray for me. Wonderful self awareness actually, love the clear generational trauma "dont want you to hate me like I hated him" indeed Samuel. Aaaand he's pulling a SPN!Mary move of rationalising his being away and distant and working on his own while his kid worries and fights the same fight by saying he's doing it for her...

So Samuel is Spn!Mary and is fueled technically by the guilt of what his choices have wroth his child. And Millie is son!John and is fueled by the grief and rage of having lost her husband to the supernatural and is reflecting it onto on her kid.

But... vitally, both are trying to fix shit and are given the space/time to do so.

Fun fighting sequence.

The bait and switch is a Loki/Gabe classic.

The Samuel stabing his daughter... oooof. Not left handed??? That's what u based it on, you absolute moron! I agree with Loki/Gabe mocking Samuel here tbh.

I will say the personality has shifted a bit after the bait and switch. The version of Loki/Gabe is now simmering with barely contained anger and is far more serious in his comments. There's more bite to them. I do believe thats more Loki leaning.

"For someone your height, you're very loud" was a helluva projection for Loki/Gabe.

I adore how Carlos breaks the rules here. And it's based in the sacrifice of hunting, but it's not because of it per se. And in doing the selfless thing, impulsively I'd even say, he broke the deal/curse. Ah... the free will of it all.

It's a very interesting arguement that Loki/Gabe gives here about humanity. Could fit either really.

Lata's mild sadistic pleasure about annoying Loki/Gabe, my beloved.

Awwwwww, they're familyyyy

I still like the Millie and Samuel dynamic. It's kind ... juicy with trauma in such a specific way.

At least now Samuel tells Mary where he's going, rather than just taking off like an asshole.

Calling Samuel, Sam... oh John, you disaster of a person, I kinda love you.

Carlos being fully behind forgiving Jericho, lovely. And omg Jericho is basically Lee here, isn't he? Is that a stretch??

Uhhhh such a gorgeous fucking voice.

Fucking Chuck still there tho and it gives me anxiety even tho I know how this ends.

I do like seeing everyone during the song montage, love the forward movement of it. The future it sorta aludes to. And Mary deciding to go on with her and John's relationship only adds to this sentiment.

Aaaanddd Dean MOTHERFUCKING Winchester has join the chat. I remember that moment when I 1st watched this... on his bday. Such a great time seeing this live tbh and it still is a hell of a reveal now too.

See y'all next time where we'll be diving into my still unresolved trauma of the spn finale, vampires (my beloveds), the Ursitoare and how annoyed I am constantly about the pronunciation of most Romanian in English shows and much more!

[sohmiya]

Nikka! I’m crying and banging my head against the wall at how talented you are when it comes to songwriting because I could neverr have the skill set 😫 however I do have angst & Evren lyrics for you <3 (they’re shit though so don’t perceive me!!)

Less angsty to start with—after Second Coming and Evren meet and become friends, I see him happily name-dropping them in their new song (I’d like to think the song is just a fun vibe, it’s currently title-less though):

More angsty! Evren going to the studio at like 3am after that ‘breakup’ argument with Max, and he’s hurt and pissed off.

I imagine he called Cypress on the way there because ✨rant about the girl you love to your best friend✨ and Ev’s all like “Cy, you’re awake!” “I’m more worried that you are” “it’s cute you’re concerned about me, I’m driving to the studio anyway” “why…? Evren, wait, are you still hung up over Maxine? you can come over and we can chat, my siblings are asleep” and Cypress is genuinely upset and concerned bc he’s seen Evren heartbroken before “Cy, as much as I’d love that, I do need to let some frustrations out”

He calls his band and FaceTime’s them whilst he’s at the studio too—and they all pretty much know about Max and him—but also that when any of them call each other at stupid o’clock it means that there’s a song idea brewing.

Obvs had to name the song after their ship name:

I imagine when he performs this on stage that the fans sing back the bits that are in italics.

And when he has to go on talk shows and social media and promote the song, the question he gets every single time is “who’s the pretty red head?”, and he’ll just genuinely smirk and come up with witty answers like “well, listening to the song won’t be fun if I tell you”

And when nice interviewers ask how he’s doing I imagine him saying, “oh, yeah, I’m okay now. it happened, I wrote a successful song about it, and the good things I said about her are true and that won’t change”

But also him being nervous af to contact Maxine bc she could absolutely hate the song and he’d be ready to apologise for the argument in the first place, but he’d text after a few days like ‘hey, are we good? x’ and then like another one an hour later like ‘by any chance, do you know if your ex hates me??’

MILA SHUT UPPPPP OH MY GOD

no wait cause after the second coming name drop i can imagine max hitting evren up as soon as she hears the song and tease him like “if you wanted to collab all you had to was ask” NDJSJSKSKSK and the tennis references mhm i think he did it for me 😌🥂

and oh my god the cypress cameo 🥹 my favorite boys talking about love problems 🥹 no cause you don’t understand. i love ev’s friendship with everyone but his bond with cy just sits SOOOO right with me. it’s like cy acts like a big brother to him and evren acts like a cool uncle to the mini de veras <3

“i could never have the skill set” NOT YOU LYING TO MY FACE AS IF THE LYRICS OF SOMEWHERE THIS WORKS DONT FUCKING SLAP ?????????

knows i’m better than her ex, ain’t even talkin bout the sex

like after every ride we weren’t fucking high and she hits me with “we should be friends”

SHADE HER EVREN!!!!!! SPEAK YOUR TRUTH!!!!!! HDJSSKKSSJ PLS IM GOING INSANE OVER THESE LINES ACTUALLY

and the miracles verse….. “prayed to lady jesus in church”……… i just know your pen was on fire like i’m not kidding i wish i wrote that verse i’m gonna steal your brain

and the “calm during our storms” he really said OUR 😭😭😭😭😭😭

evren acevedo if things also don’t work out with miko i’m single and ready to mingle

But also him being nervous af to contact Maxine bc she could absolutely hate the song and he’d be ready to apologise for the argument in the first place, but he’d text after a few days like ‘hey, are we good? x’

i don’t think maxine could be pissed at him calling her out at the “we should be friends” line even if she tried like. she’d be impressed tbh 😭😭😭😭 like she would reply with a spotify screenshot with stw on repeat then she’d quote that line in the first verse to him and go “YOU DID NOT” NDNSMSKS but before evren could think she was serious she’d send another text “JK YES WE’RE GOOD EVREN THIS IS SOOOO GOOD” and considering the emotional weight of the argument that inspired the song, maxine 100% would stop herself from making a joke about how he “prayed to lady jesus in church” because she definitely had him kneeling a few times 🫢 sdhdjskkaks

‘by any chance, do you know if your ex hates me??’

HE’S SOOOOO 😭😭😭 the contrast between the wild ace and evren is so funny yet so endearing to me he’s such a cutie pie <333

max would say something like “idk and idc. i like you- *backspacebackspacebackspacebackspace* “idk and idc”