#slightly less deranged than usual

[saschirmations]

brooding (parasitic)

[seriesxwriting]

Let me show you who I really am

Pairing- Kol Mikaelson

Series- vampire diaries

Summary- usually you’d get quite a few boys ask you to prom, but not this year. Apparently they were all scared of your admirer who wanted you all to himself.

Warnings- kissing, vampire killing, mentions of blood, detailed description of killing.

“I can’t believe it was over a month since I posted- I apologise! I will try to be more active but sitting A levels has apparently hindered my ability to come up with ideas. Just bare with me <3”

It was finally the day of our school prom. I’d been stressing about what to wear, how to have my hair, what colour to use on my lips. But the biggest thing I was stressing about, was who I was going to go with. It’s not a flex but in the past I’ve had multiple offers from boys to go to dances or gatherings. But this time, nothing. Not one offer. I even went out my way asking hector wathe to come with me, seems we’d gone to a dance together last term. But he just shook his head and ran away from me. I would have been embarrassed if I wasn’t consumed with confusion about his behaviour.

So I gave up on the date thing, assumed I’d be going myself. But my girl’s picked me up, ditched their dates so they could come with me. Prom was about friendship anyway. Not a random boy I’d forget once I made a life for myself.

“Y/n? Is that you?” My mother called as I walked through the door. I smiled as she entered the hallway with a giant box in her arms. “This came for you sweetheart” she edged over to me passing the box into my arms. “What is it?” I questioned frowning. “We haven’t opened it, it’s private” she shrugged staring at the box. I could see her mind was racing with the possibilities of what could be inside. “Thanks mum” I swallowed joining in with her thinking myself. Who was it from. What was in it. I carried it up the stairs as my mum filtered back into the living room to watch whatever was on the tv. I put the box on my bed and then lifted the lid off it, curious about the details. There was a note on top of the white tissue paper.

“Saw this and it reminded me of you, thought you’d look good in it, like you do in everything” I whispered as I read it out to myself. My eyes flicked down to the bottom “from Kol” my eyes widened at the three letters of his name. Kol? Why would Kol send me a dress? What game was he playing? Sure id noticed his eyes lingering on me for a while too long before and noticed how his deep eyes compelled me to stare into them until I melted. But that doesn’t give him a reason to send me a dress. I placed the card on my bed and unwrapped the tissue paper. I pulled out this gorgeous emerald dress. It had a silver strip coming from the waistline all the way down the sides of the leg spilt. It looked as if they’d put the gems on by hand, one at a time taking precaution not to ruin or snag any part of it. The dress was slightly off the shoulders which would make my chest look great.

It was overwhelming. It must have cost a fortune. But here it was in my house, lying on my bed. All because of Kol? A Mikaelson was showing me more interest than any of the boys from school. He was supposed to be a sworn enemy, and because of that, I folded the dress back up and put it back in the box. I already had a dress. It was a lot simpler and less expensive but it was mine. And it wasn’t gifted to me by a deranged, gorgeous psychopath. No I meant a deranged, bloodthirsty, psychopath. Not gorgeous. I couldn’t have meant gorgeous. Putting the note back, I lifted the box putting it under my bed where no one would find it. I’d give it back to him if I ever got the chance. It wasn’t right to keep it let alone wear it. Plus I was running out of time overthinking this, I had to get ready.

I curled my hair after my shower and put on my red dress. It didn’t have sparkles on it, but it did have a cute leg slit and a nice tied up back. “Mum!! Can you come and do me up!!” I yelled out of my room. A minute or two later she came plodding up the stairs. She stopped in front of me smiling and her eyes filling up as she raised a finger to wipe her tear. “Oh y/n you look so gorgeous” she whimpered walking over to hug me. “Thanks mum” I whispered nuzzling my face into her neck with a grin across my cheeks. “Come on, let me tie the back” she smiled ushering me over to the mirror. “Oh- y/n have you noticed this rip?” She blinked looking at the back of me. “RIP?! Where!!” I turned around trying to have a look in the mirror. “Here?” She pointed looking stressed herself. “Oh god- what am I going to do- can you fix it?” I blinked at her in utter panic. “No- well yes- but not in time for your prom” she shook her head having a closer look at it. “Come on, I’ll need to work fast, you’ll only be a little late, take it off” she patted me on the back but I eyed the box sticking out from under my bed. “No- no it’s okay, I’ll wear something else” I blinked, not taking my eyes off it. “Something else? What else do you possibly have to wear to a prom?” She raised an eyebrow following my eyeline.

“I’ll meet you and dad downstairs, give me ten minutes” I smiled rubbing her shoulder. “Alright…” she trailed off leaving my room full of confusion. I didn’t move. I swallowed staring at the box. Would it be completely wrong to wear it? I had nothing else I could wear. Surely my friends would understand. I sighed walking over to it, clipping on the floor in my black heels. Taking it out from under my bed. I held it up over my body looking at it in the mirror. I put my head on one side thinking for a second. Before removing all the thoughts out of my head and putting it on. I walked down stairs to my parents sitting in the front room. Their eyes widened as I walked in. “Y/n! That dress is stunning where did you get it?” My mother gasped covering her mouth with her hand.

“It was a gift” I bit my lip not wanting to say anymore. “You look amazing darling, you’ll be the best dressed there” my dad smiled at me. With that the door bell rang. “That must be the girls” I smiled rushing out as fast as the dress would let me go. But when I opened the door the girls weren’t there. Kol was. He stood with his famous smirk, his hand held a big bunch of roses as his eyes looked me up and down. “So I was right, it does suit you” he joked, my jaw was ajar now staring at him. “What are you doing here- why are you wearing a suit and- why do you have flowers- why did you send me a dress?” I hissed coming outside closing the door so my parents wouldn’t hear us. “Because I’m taking you to prom” “erm- no you’re not!” I scoffed almost laughing. “You don’t have a date? So why can’t it take you?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“There are a number! Of reasons why you can’t take me to prom kol” I laughed before the realisation sank in. “How the hell do you know I don’t have a date?” I whispered frowning at him. His brown eyes slimmed on me as his smirk widened. “I may have sent out a message to some guys- that you were taken” he shrugged his shoulders. “What?” I blinked in disbelief, my breath hitched. “I want to take you, I don’t want other guys putting their hand on you” he told me slamming his eyebrows down. “You’re serious?” I asked him in a quiet voice. “You’re a vampire kol- you’ve hurt my friend- not only that you’re an original…” I trailed off holding the door handle. “And what?” He shrugged laughing. “I’m here aren’t I? I’m not lying I’m not causing trouble- a vampire can’t admit his feelings for a girl?”. “Feelings? For me? I’m just an ordinary human Kol” “you’re not ordinary y/n- you’re different from your friends, different from all humans” he smiled staring into my eyes. “How” I slimmed my eyes at him shaking my head not believing a word that came out of his mouth.

“You think you can put me on the spot y/n?” Kol chuckled to himself. “The way you carry yourself, the way you stick to your morals, your loyalty to those you love, your way of seeing the best in people even if they have hurt your friends- you’re out here talking to me, you could have stayed in your house in the safety- so you must be slightly intrigued or trust me slightly- just give me a chance y/n” he put his head to the side as I consumed everything he dumped on me. “I will protect you- treat you right- I just want a chance to show you who I really am, I don’t want anything more to do with klaus and his mess- let me show you that” he begged, I saw it in his eyes. He wasn’t lying, if he was he was a damn good lier. I wasn’t wearing vvraine so he could have compelled me but, he didn’t. “Okay- you have one night to make me feel anything but uncomfortable around you” I raised my eye brow at him reaching out for the flowers. I smiled at them clutching them between my arms. “I’m gonna grab my bag and text the girls to meet me there- you can wait here” I told him with a little smile warming up to the idea of Kol Mikaelson liking me. If he was a normal boy this would be so much easier, he was attractive- he was gorgeous. But he wasn’t normal, he’s a vampire who’s been around 1000 years longer than me.

I did as I said I would before saying goodbye to my parents. I met Kol outside his car where he opened the door for me before getting in his own side. He drove us to prom while keeping up basic conversation, which just intrigued me more. I wanted to know what he was up to. We got to the prom location in under twenty minutes. When no one was looking Kol vamp ran round to my side and opened my door for me. “Kol!” I hissed shaking my head. “Don’t do that you could get caught” I whispered as he put his hand out for me. I took it gently. “They wouldn’t be alive very long if they did catch me darling” he whispered in my ear as I stepped out. “I don’t want any killings here tonight, or I’ll never forgive myself” I widened my eyes at him. “Yes mam” he smirked leaning in closer to me. There wasn’t much room between my back and the car or my front and kol. “I can hear your heart racing darling” he whispered tucking my hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry, I won’t kiss you until you ask me to, and you will” he winked before stepping back and putting his arm out for me.

“You’re delusional” I giggled rolling my eyes taking his arm. We walked towards the enterance and kitty Renfeild stood outside with a camera. “Hey y/n- and y/n’s handsome date” she winked at Kol who completely blanked her without him even knowing I was looking at him. His arm wrapped around my waist and he whispered “going have to get a little closer now love” he pulled me into his body. The flick of jealously I felt from kitty’s comment was what I blamed my actions on. I pressed my body against him putting my other hand on Kols chest. I heard him chuckle as I posed for the photo. “Have fun” she told us after snapping the photo and in we went. There were lot of people here even though we were maybe ten minutes early. There were flashing lights and drink tables everywhere. People were already dancing to the shit music playing. “Has Kol Mikaelson ever been to a high school prom?” I asked him smiling up. “Oh I’ve been to my fair share of dances, balls and whatever was going on in the 1920s but never a prom” he laughed catching my eyes. “And I’ve never had such a gorgeous date to attend any of these events with” he winked. “Quite the charmer ain’t you” I nudged him gently.

“Y/n? What’s this all about?”. I look up and see Elena, Bonnie and Caroline all staring at me like I’m an alien. Or, staring at Kol like he’s an alien. “Hey girls…” I trailed off as my heart started pounding. Kol clearly picked up on it because his grip round my waist became tighter. “I can explain, I have a thing for y/n- have done ever since I laid my eyes on her and i decided now was the time to tell her” “what” Carolin blinked in horror. “He’s a Mikaelson y/n” Elena widened her eyes at me. “He doesn’t want to be involved anymore” I shook my head at her hoping they’d find some way to look at this differently. “You can’t trust him- he’s a vampire” Bonnie hissed at me, her face pulled into disgust. “Well that’s why I’ve braught him- to see if I can trust him” I told them with a little bit of a shrug. The girls all looked round at each other. “I’m done with all klaus’s shit, I want to prove that- not necessarily to you guys but to y/n” he told them blankly. “I’m sorry y/n, but I don’t like it” Elena stepped back before rushing off into the crowd. Kol rolled his eyes at her “she’s always so dramatic”. “I…” Caroline trailed off not knowing what to say in this situation.

“I’m going to get some air, will you be alright for a second” I tapped Kol on the bicep. “Yes gorgeous” he nodded brushing my hand with his. That made me smile. Even within this mess. My friends hated the idea of me and Kol being together, on a serious level. Elena was ready to cry about it. But what made it worse was the fact that I thought I was really starting to like him. He was charming, he was handsome, he was bold and confident. He was my type. I made it outside to the side of the tent and took a deep breath. I had two options here, to lose my friends and continue on with Kol- or leave him now. And that was a hard decision. “Y/n, i didn’t expect to see you here”. I whipped around seeing klaus standing opposite me. He had a girl in his arms and blood was dripping all down his chin. Her neck had been torn open. Klaus’s eyes illuminated orange as fear spread across my face. “Klaus- what have you done…” I whispered blinking at the lifeless girl.

“I came to create a massacre, I’d say I’m going to start with you but I’ve already started” he chuckled throwing the body on the floor. Klaus walked a few steps towards me while I took a few back hitting the tent behind me. “Why are you doing this?” I gasped as he vamp ran in front of me. I could smell the blood that was smothered across his mouth and T-shirt he was that close. “Because i simply can” he smirked reaching out for my hair. I pushed his hand away from me scrunching my face up. “That was stupid” his eyes lit up again as anger starting to corse through his veins. I saw his jaw tighten emphasising his anger. “It was stupid to come out alone anyway” he grunted and my last thought was about to be ‘klaus is right’. As he lunged forwards towards my neck his body got ripped away from me and he flew backwards hitting a tree with a thud. I pannted looking around before finally seeing my hero. Kol stood there scowling at his brother who was in the process of standing up. “She didn’t come alone brother” Kol raised his eyebrows. Once klaus stood up he flicked his eyes between us assessing the situation.

“A human?” Klaus chuckled from a distance. “I thought you were into witches” “I thought you were into Caroline but we all know how that worked out” Kol walked closer to me standing in front of me as if he was a shield. “What are you playing at Kol?” “I like her, and you aren’t going to touch a hair on her head without going through me” Kol answered folding his arms across his chest. Klaus laughed, it went right through me making my blood boil. “I could easily get through you” “so do it” Kol shrugged letting his arms lose once again. “I’m sure we will see each other real soon little brother” klaus nodded before vamp running away into the forest. Kol turned around and came to me fussing and checking I was okay. “Kol! I’m fine- do you realise how many people you just saved” I questioned almost weak from the shock of his protection. “I don’t care y/n, you are my priority, when you’re with me you will be safe I’ll make sure of it” he told me brushing a finger down my cheek. I felt my cheeks going red. He made me feel emotions I’d never felt towards a guy before.

I pushed my body against his and wrapped my arms slowly around his neck gently pulling his head down to meet mine. Our lips met, gently at first but then Kol gripped my waist, pulling me even closer to his body. There’s something about almost dying that makes you do crazy things. Life is short, and I want to try life with Kol. No matter the repercussions.

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[lavendermin]

also tipsiness but in a more sfw context

note: reader is a shitty texter with atrocious grammar and shorthand because the weaklings who use autocorrect will not survive when the abundance invades

you get invited by your friends out to a bar of some sort after-work party, and despite your usual reservations you somehow end up overindulging (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) perhaps it was the sweetness of the cocktails you'd ordered that masked the liquor's burn, or getting caught up in the tale your coworker was divulging of her cheating ex that was begging for her to take them back (and maybe in your tipsy mind you think, jing yuan would never do that, but it's merely a passing thought that you don't linger on, gliding past your focus as she drops another deranged attempt at winning her affections again) but whatever the reason—your head's spinning not even halfway through the night.

It'd be a lot less cause for concern of circumstances hadn't aligned how they had, your place of residence far further away than the usual haunt, and your friends are realising how intoxicated you actually are when you start rambling, dropping anecdotes about your definitely-not-a-crush, and definitely merely admiration fueled fixation on the Luofu's General. By the fourteenth metaphor of 'eyes like sunbeams shining through slow-flowing honey, except vibrant in a way that nothing else could ever stand up to', they are more than just a tiny bit worried about how they're going to get you home.

For reasons unknown, you've somehow acquired Jing Yuan's number, and for reasons slightly more known, your friend group ends up huddled around the table, your phone opened up to the chat and placed on the sticky surface.

The muttered comment of "dear Lan, I think I'm going to be sick—and it's not because of the alcohol," at your contact name—⭑⊹｡𖦹°‧ general ⋆₊˚⊹♡  is a perfectly acceptable name and you will live and die by this truth— has you offended enough that you demand they dictate your speech, instead of simply letting them convey a general sentiment from the group.

You would have texted him yourself, if your hands weren't suddenly the least cooperative they've been in your entire life. Typing is surprisingly difficult when the extremities on the ends of your arms just flop uselessly against the keyboard—despite what it seems, and no matter the effort you put into it, gems like "meklokwhb ebjsiiwnn hjeins ??×?" don't convey the intended message very well...but you didn’t get as high in the ranks as you did without being adaptable, and the honor of being your scribe has been bestowed upon your closest friend.

> so, how has your night been?

His reply is quick, surprisingly fast for someone who you'd assumed to be rather busy—but it's the question he texts back that has your friend throwing his head back in raucous laughter, wheezing interrupting his exclamation of, "No way, your textspeak is bad enough that he can recognise it with one glance!?"

> Who is this?

If anyone asks whether your chest constricted oddly at that, you'd deny it. Even now you're explaining it away as a bad reaction to having three cocktails in the span of a hour, rationalising your suddenly fluttering pulse into a neat little box, to be locked away forever as you dictate the next message.

> my friend's borrowing my phone because my hands aren't working right at the moment, I think I had too much to drink

> but answer the question, it's important

> Your hands aren't working because you've drank too much? That seems to be a rather pressing issue that I wouldn't mind solving, if you don't mind me turning up to take you home.

> But very well, in response to your oh-so urgent query—my day has been severely lacking without you to keep me company.

(this entire interaction was inspired by a momwnt in a fix i read where the mc asked his friend to text someone for him, and said someone instantly recognsied that it wasn't the same person typing bc of the use of apostrophes ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ !!! this has been 🔥 anon too THE GRIND NEVER STOPS ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️)​

jing yuan knowing right off the bat your kind of horrible texting is such a cute trope ^^💗 10/10 no notes ���

🔥anon (now wifeguy anon per your most recent ask ^^) this was such a treat to read thank you 🥹 im always a sucker for some fluffy jing yuan tropes

Also “weaklings who use autocorrect will not survive when the abundance invades” has me CACKLING

[queer-n-here]

Pt. 2 for Oh Sangwoo and the one more deranged than him.

Read Pt. 1 here.

Contents: Sangwoo becomes suicidal.

Warnings: Kidnapping, mentions of rape, attempted suicide.

Sangwoo was huddled in a corner of your basement when you went down with his food. You paid it no mind, placing the tray in your hands upon the only table top in the room. It was the usual, some rice and a couple of side dishes with a bottle of water.

You went about with the usual cleaning, dusting off the little furniture in the room, avoiding the corner where Sangwoo was crouching, face hidden in his arms. Less of avoiding, really, it was more of saving up the best part of your visit for the end.

Once you were done with everything else, you approached Sangwoo.

"Hmmm, asleep, are you?" You let him think you didn't see his fingers tremble and twitch slightly when you entered the room.

You raised a hand, and ruffled his hair. He wanted to slap your hand off and scramble backwards, but didn't. He would die but he wouldn't give you the satisfaction of having scared him.

"Tsk, tsk," You clicked your tongue. "Such a pity, isn't it, Sangwoo? How you think that corpse in your bedroom wall is that of your mother."

It worked, Sangwoo looked up, surprised, and you burst into laughter.

"Oh, come on," You teased, smirking as if you were joking with a good friend. "You can't be easier than that."

Sangwoo turned his head away, teeth gritted. He hated you.

You knew, and yet you found this sense of peace in it. Because hate wasn't the only thing he felt when he saw you. He was scared, too.

Months passed, and one by one, every single one of Sangwoo's many attempts to escape fell useless. You never punished him when you found him trying to get away; there was nothing he could do that would make you wanna hurt him more than you already did.

But you fucked him, every night. Every single time you left him breathless, pressing his tear-soaked face into the bed sheets as you ripped orgasm after orgasm from him, never the same way twice. It was a dildo now, a vibrator next, and a pile of blankets after that.

Sangwoo stopped struggling, gradually. He didn't have the strength for it anymore. He let you do as you wish, laying back in whatever position you wanted him and letting you do unspeakable things to him. He stopped trying to deny you the satisfaction of having scared him, or surprised him. He felt an exhaustion seeping into his bones that he'd never experienced before.

Every day, he woke up in your basement, and went back to sleep in it. Those four walls were the only ones he saw all day. One day, he tried to peek out the barred window, trying to get a glance at outside life. But the crack in it wasn't big enough, and he found himself breaking down at the thought of normality so close and yet so far.

When you'd originally kidnapped Sangwoo, he'd thought that you would play around with him for a couple days, then kill him. But he was so wrong. You never killed him. You only hurt him enough to make him bleed slightly, or to remind him that his life was a plaything in your hands.

He didn't want this anymore. He didn't want life anymore.

So one day, when you stepped down to deliver Sangwoo food as usual, the sight that greeted you left your scalp numb with shock.

He was sitting on the floor, a shard of glass that he'd gotten from God knows where in his hands, just an inch away from his skin.

"Sangwoo!" You yelled.

You strode over to him, grabbed the shard from his hands and threw it away. It shattered, little fragments flying across the floor.

For the first time since you'd kidnapped him, you were angry. Sangwoo only faintly registered the satisfaction of having gotten under your skin.

"You fucking piece of shit." You grabbed his face roughly, making him look up at you. "You think your life is your own to take? You still haven't realised who fucking owns you?"

Your loud voice echoed in the empty basement. Then, Sangwoo's eyes blurred over.

He didn't say anything. A tear dripped down his cheek, then another, and then he was sobbing his chin in your hand. You let go of him, frustrated beyond belief.

How fucking dare he.

Sangwoo curled up where he sat on the floor, sobs shaking his frame as he huddled closer and closer to the wall behind him, as if he could keep himself together if he merged with it.

You crouched down next to him, pushed his arms away from his face, and forced him to look at you again.

"If you fucking try this shit again, I swear to God." You said, your voice shaky. "I'm gonna make your life hell, Sangwoo."

And, looking up at you, calm as the ocean and unflinching depute his wet face, he said, "It already is."

That day, you knew your time with him was short now. No one can make someone who's insistent on dying live. And you were no magician.

[ghost-bxrd]

Howdy!

Hope you’re having a owl-some day!

For your Court of Owls Au, I was wondering at what point does everyone accept Tim as part of the flock?

I saw one post that said Bruce takes him under his wing as soon as he realizes his parents go south for the winter (and fall, and spring, and summer lol) without him

And another that said that Cobb wouldn’t view him as part of the parliament until Jason does

I feel like Cass would probably probably love her little owlet brother pretty quick? He joined the fray before her so she wouldn’t have known a time before so I think she would be less inclined to think of him as a cuckoo. Do you agree?

I’m curious at what point Dick would. Canon Dick was teaching Tim flying patterns pretty soon after he accepted Tim as a mentee but Talon Dick had a stronger connection to Jason so I wonder how that would impact their relationship

I’d love to know what makes Jason accept him as a bird of a feather instead of seeing his presence as fowl play

Also would Cobb immediately accept him after Jason says Tim is a part of his party or would he have to do something that proves his loyalty or be in some sort of danger that makes Cobb begrudgingly view him as part of the family?

I’m also curious, once they do accept him, how protective of Tim are they all? Do they keep him close to the nest or let him fly free with the expectation that he keeps them in the loop?

How would they react to him being in danger after they’ve claimed him as one of their own?

(Sorry for all the bird puns, I made one and then couldn’t help myself and had to make more lol)

Hi! So the Talon!Dick Au (Owl Song) is a different universe than the one where the entire batfam is part of the Court of Owls (Court Family Au).

But to answer your question: Cobb would really only accept Tim after Jason has warmed up to him.

Before that, Cobb would only ever see him as an imposter. A poor substitute for the son ward him and Bruce lost. Him threatening to gut Tim was a very serious threat, and also one Bruce had to put his foot down with and straight up order his (slightly deranged) Talon not to act on.

Tim’s attempt to help stabilize the Court (and Bruce) doesn’t help his case very much, because while it sure improves the over all dire situation Gotham’s found herself in after Jason’s death, Tim unwittingly had to take over a lot of the operations and projects that used to be Jason’s.

Cobb was… very protective of the “little street rat” turned “Heart of the Court”. Having someone else “bully” their way into their lives to insert himself into the achingly vacant place Jason left behind dialed his murderous instincts up to a million.

The only reason Cobb doesn’t ignore the command to not hurt Tim is because he can see that both Bruce and Dick take comfort in his presence. That’s it. The moment he thinks Tim is “obsolete”… well. Timbers should keep himself useful is what I’m saying. There’s a proverbial sword of Damocles hanging over him at every step and turn.

As for Cass, she wouldn’t have very many contact points with Tim. She rarely stays at the manor for long, usually opting to oversee Court operations from the Shadows to make sure there are no unnecessary deaths or civilian casualties happening. When she’s home she usually also stays hidden, choosing to observe the manor’s occupants. And sometimes, when Dick or Bruce look particularly sad, she curls up in the seat next to them and leans her head on their shoulders. That always seems to make them happy.

Once Bruce finds out about Tim’s parents being a no-show most of the time and he moves into the manor… well, I think Cass would be intrigued, but everyone’s body language is sending her a lot of mixed signals in regard to the newcomer’s presence.

Dick doesn’t have an issue with Tim. He’s… less than happy about it at first though. Especially when he thinks Tim really is supposed to be a replacement for Jason. But Bruce clears that one up very quickly.

Regardless, Cobb doesn’t agree (he rarely does)

Jason would eventually, and very grudgingly, realize that Tim is the personification of a sad wet cat and extend an olive branch to him in the form of just— existing with him in the same room without spitting vitriol.

Tim straight up thinks he’s going to be murdered. Right now. (Because he can totally see Cobb staring at him from the shadows, he’s got a sixth sense for that look by now)

It’s a slow going progress, but over time Jason’s animosity towards Tim morphs into a fierce kind of protectiveness

And Cobb doesn’t like it, not at all. But Jason’s claimed the kid as part of the parliament, so he’s bound to accept him into the flock as well now.

I’m not sure yet whether Cobb ever truly ends up becoming protective and fond of Tim, but there would definitely have to be another catalyst for it.

[crimeronan]

On the Luz getting sick train inspired by the previous. (probably bad and contrived but i am not going to listen to my internal self critic since she sucks)

Luz is sick with *something tm* and getting exceedingly feverish, anxious and delirious, Hunter starts trying to get her to relax and look after her, even as she tries to insist that she's fine and she's just got the sniffles.

Naturally Hunter starts getting a little sick too , and then well...

The inevitable panic ensuring as all those fears she'd put into the nice little ignore forever box come rushing forth and results in a horrible episode and confession, panicking and crying and not making much sense at all before she falls asleep in a very confused Hunter's arms as he just tries his best to nurse her through it, desperately hoping this is just Luz being delirious making all her usual hidden anxieties much worse. Eventually Luz wakes up with no real memory of the incident but still acts noticeably and exceedingly nervous about Hunter being ill.

Even if it is plainly obvious to Hunter there's obviously more to it than that than just her usual panic attacks made worse by the illness, he is actively not thinking any further about it there is not one ounce of him that wants to and he is just in the most active state of denial, trying not to think one bit about what happened. Whatever it is she is scared of and guilty about cannot be good or something that can ever see the light of day so he is just not going to ever ask about or dig into any of this at all.

Even better if Amity is present for this, is not in denial and is desperately trying to get Hunter to be less in denial about this which of course leads to even stronger denial.

luz gripping amity's arm like [So Fever] listen. listen to me. hunter is going to hate me forever so it has to be you he's never gonna speak to me again. he's a corpse and his pieces are gonna start falling apart

amity, who was following this pretty well up until the last sentence: ..........okay. yes. understood. and, um. how high is safe for a human's temperature again??

luz who's trying to tell hunter that she's been figuring out where to source parts for potential organ transplants for years, but she's making absolutely no fucking sense, because actually galdorstones do not work as a replacement for an anatomical witch's heart. luz you are so sick go to bed

luz drops the term "grimwalker" and hunter does only the most basic cursory search just to say that he did & is like well that's an extinct mythological species! she was pulling from her history books. meanwhile amity does slightly more than a cursory search & is like hey um hunter. hey. can i um. listen to your heart. for completely normal completely platonic completely non-deranged reasons.

[house-of-slayterr]

i feel like I'm SO late on this train but I am absolutely craving more of the Hughie x reader x Adrian fic.. bc HOO WEE I love my underrated boys so much

A Time to Kill.

Three weeks, it had already been three weeks since Adrian stumbled through the storm portal. Time flies when Butcher has you watching the Supe’s every move. Your task was easy, fallow Queen Maeve around until you found the easiest weakness to exploit.

Your head flicks up when you hear footsteps coming down the stairs and idle conversations. You set down the knife you were sharpening as you look up the boys.

“A Train should be next”

“Of course you’d say that mate, A Train is personal to you”

Butchers sarcasm was deeper in tone today, something about his mood slightly more playful than usual.

“We still haven’t found a way to catch him if he tries to run” MM points out.

You sigh heavily.

“You could always switch me to Atrain, I still don’t know why you have me on Maeve duty, she eventually just gonna drink herself into an early grave and take care of it for us.”

“Because dove, she hates men, if any of us fallow her she’d notice.”

“And A train only a man” you point out. “Tell me, you think he’d run from me?”

“I wouldn’t” a chipper voice calls.

You roll your eyes again, getting used to the new banter that came from the deranged boy. He fit strangely well into your group of misfits.

“Nobody asked you mate. You’re only here cause they won’t let us kick you out.”

“Ouch” he fakes offence.

“Please butcher you act like he hasn’t been helpful. He got us more on the deep then you ever have so hush.”

“I thought my friend was freaky, but the Deep is wild man. He-“

You slap a hand over his mouth.

“Thank you Adrian, we do not need to know more information at this time”

You no so gently redirect the conversation. Adrian tends to get distracted and focus on details that didn’t matter.

“Back to A train, got anything for me Hughie?”

“He’ll be at a club tonight, might be able to single him out there.”

“Which mean they’ll be too many people” butcher points out a flaw in this plan.

“Not if we get him alone there won’t. I’m serious butcher, I think I’m our best shot at this. I don’t wanna get any closer to that asshole then I have to but we do this for Hughie.”

The older man sighs pinching his nose. MM seems suspiciously quiet today and Kimiko wasn’t back from what she was doing yet.

“You seem quiet”

“I agree with Hugh, he’s becoming more of a problem all the time. The less we leave homelander with a team the easier it will be to meet our end goal.”

You nod.

“So it’s settled then. MM, Frenchie and Butcher on backup, me and Hugh will handle the problem.”

“Who died and made you leader?”

“It’s about to be you if you don’t crawl out of my ass Butcher.”

“Oi don’t be such a cunt!”

You growl stepping to him grabbing your knife before you can stop yourself. Frenchie slots himself between you and butcher pressing you away.

“Détends-toi mon amour. He’s just one whiskey short of being functional today, give him a rest.”

He pushes butcher into the kitchen to go cool off and grab a beer.

“One of those days I’m gonna break your pretty face by accident Frenchie if you keep stepping between us.”

He raises a brow at you. “You weren’t actually gonna stab Butcher”

“I just might-“

“I call dibs on his jacket if you kill him.” Adrian has a goofey grin on his face.

“Back to the plan-“ you groan, day like this making you hate your unconventional job.

“I can lure him somewhere quiet, Adrian I want you to be Hugh’s back up. This is his fight, he should be the one who gets to do it.”

“I get to go?”

“Considering I still haven’t found a way to send you home, yeah, you’re stuck with us.”

“No other supes should be there” butcher renters with a beer in his hand.

“Sucks for him I guess. Maybe he shouldn’t party alone after making enemies.”

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You fidget with your outfit, it much more revealing then you’re used to wearing. You made sure to have eyes on Adrian and Hughie from their posts, making sure you ear piece is working.

“Yo, dickhead, you hearing this?”

“Loud and clear cunt” butcher responds back.

Frenchie scrunches his face annoyed with the banter between the two.

“We can hear you don’t worry, we’re watching all the exists. MM’s clear.”

“No eyes on the target yet but we’re all in position.”

You wander further into the party, knowing someone like Atrain was probably drowning in women, and men who want what he has fawning after him. It won’t be that hard to find him once he got there, you just had to be more enticing than the others throwing themselves at him. The thought of this made you sick, but you’d do it for you best friend. He always had your back so you would have his.

You spot Atrain when he enters and wait a few mins, letting him settle into place with his guard down. You adjust your outfit one last time before approaching.

“You’re like, Atrain right? Famous superhero?” You pitch your voice a little higher.

The man turns to you with a grin on his lips.

“That would be me, and who might you be?”

You giggle slightly.

“I can be whoever you want me to be sugar” you leave room for mystery.

“Is that so?” He runs a cocky hand up your arm.

You give a nod, trying to keep your focus but you can feel Adrian’s eyes locked on you from across the club.

“Care for a dance?” You offer your hand dragging him out to the dance floor at first.

You let your mind go blank whenever he touches you, imagining that touch as someone else. Someone gentler, someone you’d actually want to give the luxery of having their hands on your body. But you reminded yourself of the mission. These hands touching you would belong to a dead man soon enough.

When your eyes open again you lock eyes with Hughie giving him a signal to meet you out back.

“Why don’t we take this party somewhere more interesting?” You whisper in his ear, trying not to throw up at the situation.

A small grin breaks on his face as you take his hand and lead him out back. You pull him far enough away that nobody in the club can hear. You cute hugh under your breath for taking so long as you keep you distraction going. Refusing to touch his lips, you press him against the wall and start kissing at his neck.

Butcher and Frenchie try not to cringe at the audio in their ears back in the van, hearing the hero moan in your ear.

“So hero, you remember everyone that you save?” You keep your voice flirty.

“What, I save your life one time beautiful and now you wanna pay me back?”

You attempt not to gag, keeping your act up.

“Not exactly like that” your hand trails up his chest.

“You remember everyone that you kill?” Your tone is a little colder.

“What?”

Your hand finishes its trailing landing on his neck as you press him against the wall further.

“Do you remember everyone that you kill asshole? Or was she just another number to you?”

Atrain look confused but not scared yet. He’s a fool for thinking his speed can get him out of this one. Hughie steps out of the shadows with a gun, not wanting to afford any mistakes like with translucent, he wants to keep this one simple. He had no powers to overpower Atrain with. And he knew he wasn’t stronger. He aims the gun at his head.

“You?”

“Answer her question.”

“Look of this is about your girlfriend, maybe that bitch shouldn’t have been in the street.”

“She was barely off the sidewalk. You don’t even remember her name do you?”

“Should I?” He says cockily and cold.

“Robin.”

You try to encourage Hughie to speeds things up, of course he deserved his moment, but you couldn’t overpower the supe for long. He was starting to slip through your grip.

“Stupid name for a stupid bitch”

“Pretty cocky for someone who has a gun in his face.”

“You won’t pull the trigger. Come on you both know homelander wouldn’t let this slide. You’ll be melted goo on the sidewalk by the time he finds out.”

“We’ll take our chances” you seeth trying to adjust your grip.

Atrain goes to speak again but Hugh shuts him up.

“No, you’re done talking.”

As he goes to pull the trigger Atrain takes that split second to use his power and put you in line with the bullet and goes to run away. Hugh recognises your scream of pain in a second and picks you, knowing he can’t run after Atrain. He kneels to the ground catching you in his arms. You look up at him with wide eyes in pain but the sound you hear next confuses you.

Suddenly you hear screaming and there’s a warm spray of blood that coats you and Hughie. And then the screaming stops. You blink in shock.

“What the fuck?” Hughie says, looking frantically between you and Adrian who now stands at the end of the alleyway.

An excited cheer leaves Adrian’s mouth as he stand there triumphantly, so covered in blood you can’t even see his clothes properly.

“Yeah!” He cheers, “fuck I’ve always wanted to do that!” He sound proud of himself.

Hughie blinks at him now having a healthy level of fear of the man they’ve let into their group. Adrian stands at the end of the alleyway holding a revving chainsaw. Atrain now, well, everywhere. Adrian’s victory is cut short when he takes a moment to asses the position you’re in.

“Shit you’re hurt.”

He rushes over two the two of you discarding the chainsaw.

“Is it bad, I remember when Hardcourt got shot. Hospital right?” He says frantically, seeming to want to say more but he cuts out many of his usually ranty details.

“You got him” you slowly break into a grin. “Adrian you genius you got him!”

“Uhh, are you in shock, shouldn’t you be in pain right now.”

“Fuck the bullet, that bitch went right through me” you assure him. “Adrian you really did it.” You groan a little in pain.

Hughie shakes his head not wanting to revel in the victory until you’re safe back at base.

“The others are just around the corner. Butch will get rid of the evidence and Frenchie and MM can help me patch you up.” He helps you sit up.

You groan in pain holding your shoulder.

“Don’t say I never did shit for you Campbell” you groan playfully.

“You took more than one for the team this time, I owe you.”

“No shit.”

“I got her” Adrian says as he carefully picks you up carrying you to the back of the van.

You blush not used to be carried while conscious. Of course butcher has had to drag you home a few times, but this was different. It reminds you there��s so much you still don’t know about Adrian. And you were eager to learn more. Maybe him being stuck with you wouldn’t be so bad.

“Well done mate” butcher claps him on the back. “Now let’s get ‘em patched up so we can actually celebrate you being useful.”

Adrian stays by your side the rest of the night. Leaving Hughie to contemplate his feelings about you. Seeing you get shot really messed him up, but you seemed so happy at Adrian’s side. He didn’t want to be in competition with the other man, but it seems he’d have to fight for your attention again.

An: sorry if this wasn’t good, I wrote this half asleep but I tried my best to make it fun

[beigetiger]

Trying to write about Skulduggery and Valkyrie in an AU. It is turning out very long, so in the meantime I’m gonna talk about what the Sanctuary is up to.

This au pulls the very stereotypical “most of civilization has collapsed”, so Roarhaven is incredibly crowded full of people mortal and sorcerer alike, and the city is shielded at certain times of the day to protect from threats (most notably Mevolent/Serafina or the Faceless Ones).

Like, when I say packed, I mean packed. Pretty much the whole city is stacked on top of each other and some people are seeing if they can connect the buildings together to form one massive structure, and even that isn’t enough to hold all the people now penned up in this city. Splashes of magic are becoming even more widespread, especially among mortals, to the point that some of the police have started to crack down on it. There are also people who can’t afford places to stay who all sleep together under one big tarp to conserve body heat, it is a mess.

China got aged down to about her forties in this au because of the magic blast, which really led to her being annoyed that magical explosions kept tampering with her age. She’s no longer the principal of Corrival and now she lives on the edge of town running a business as a Signum Linguist (since Signum Linguists are in very high demand in Roarhaven). She doesn’t create Splashes, but she does make weapons and/or enhancements for soldiers, particularly mortal ones (which I will get into later).

Corrival Academy is technically no longer functional but many of the teachers do still teach, and they find places and times to do it so that students can show up in groups and learn. Teachers like Fletcher and Militsa are partially helping the Sanctuary keep organized and on-task and partially trying to organize and actual school for kids since the last one fell apart. Also Militsa broke up with Valkyrie again on account of Val being an evil god (AGAIN), and now she and Fletcher are disaster besties who’re trying to keep it together. The two of them somehow managed to keep Xena alive until her death at an old doggy age.

Ghastly is still running things over at the Sanctuary, and he is having a VERY rough go of it. On top of mortals finding out about magic and chaos ensuing, he also has to deal with the fact that he now knows that Skulduggery is Lord Vile (because of what Cadaver told him) and that Valkyrie defended him for years (and has now turned into a slightly deranged god). He, Tanith, and Temper have been working together to create different military units with different purposes now that they have more demographics of people to keep track of, protect, and make use of. In short, Ghastly is even more burnt out than he was before the apocalypse.

The mortals have also been making themselves useful, usually working as soldiers for the Sanctuary. I talked about technomages a bit earlier, and I am talking about them now. Lots of the mortals now living in Roarhaven have been going out of their way to equip magical tools (usually weapons) to help them keep up with the sorcerers. This has led to them basically forming into military units working for the Sanctuary and has greatly increased their firepower, making them slightly less appealing to attack.

On top of Temper, Tanith, and Ghastly at the top of the Sanctuary, Dexter Vex also has a little group of his own who technically don’t work for the Sanctuary, but stay in Roarhaven and are more than willing to do tasks alongside them. Aside from Dexter, this team consists of Saracen (who was revived in the same way as Anton), Kierre, Aurora, Frightening, Donegan, and Gracious. Kierre showed back up when the Sanctuary (aided by China’s sigils) figured out a way to fix her boyfriend, and Aurora and Frightening found each other in America shortly after the general apocalypse (North America did not take it well) and then hopped over to Ireland to find Dexter. The Monsters Hunters did something similar to this except that they were in England at the time, and Saracen basically respawned in Ireland.

One of the people who is not present at the Sanctuary (or in Roarhaven at all) is Anton Shudder. He’s off working for Valkyrie for reasons that I plan on explaining in a later post, but he (and Valkyrie) are missed dearly by their friends.

Unlike most of the other groups in this au, Roarhaven isn’t actually aggressive and doesn’t go out of their way to pick fights with other gangs, instead working to act as a safe space for refugees from the war. They’re also completely stationary, which is why they have the part-time shield to protect them from attacks. Valkyrie is willing to spend resources to protect them, but they don’t entirely trust her and so she tends to give them space. They do get visits from her occasionally though, and she’s described as feeling like a harbinger of doom.

Much words, sorry to spam you all with au stuff

[charlotteheehee]

Wario Land influencing Wario the Character (and vice versa)

Yeah I rambled to some friends of mine and I'm gonna copy-paste it here, with some tweaks and additions.

The Game Boy had a small screen, and since Wario's rather big frame would take up a good portion of it, it was decided his game would be slower pace as to prevent the players from not being able to react to what's ahead of them

Wario's greedy nature was established by selfishly stealing Mario's own castle in his debut game. This, combined with the above factor, influenced Wario Land's primary objective: looking around for LOOT.

With the incentive to explore levels that were slower and somewhat more open than Mario levels, it's a guarantee for more playtime and replayability.

(Would you look at this haul, wowzers!)

This is expanded upon in the sequels, which are even more exploration-based, fitting for Wario's newly-displayed hobby of treasure hunting.

And when the screen for Wario's games got bigger, whether it be on Virtual Boy or Game Boy Advance, Wario was allowed to ram into who-knows-what even faster.

Wario's design changed a tad following his new series, he was slightly redesigned to be less.. goofy-lookin for the protagonist role.

Here he is in 1992, his debut year, he's a real charmer.

The lazy eye, my dear lazy eye, was removed quite soon after.

Here he is in 1994 with his trusty treasure-hunting hat, his debut as the lead of the Wario Land series. He has a confident smile that says "You're-a playing as Wario now! That's right, soak it in, hee hee hah hah!"

(I know that's a safari hat, but the way it's shaded always makes it look like metal.)

Here's where his strength is first emphasized, what with powerfully ramming into everything and everyone against him. note those toned arms of his, this trait will become more visually apparent soon.

The next year, my darling Virtual Boy Wario Land released. Take a gander.

Here he's drawn notably slimmer than usual, spooky, though this is rather inconsistent.

Not much else to say here or for the next couple years outside of the advent of his 3D model, so let's skip to 1998

Behold, Wario Land II !

Would you look at that, someone's shortened his sleeves!

To emphasize Wario's cartoonish levels of strength of which he displays in his games frequently, the designers have given Wario permission to show off his enviable biceps. (Mario spinoffs went back and forth on this for about 6 years. The funniest example to me is Wario having short sleeves in Mario Tennis, yet having long sleeves in its sequel.)

Wario has reached the conclusion of his design evolution, good for him. Well, there's WarioWare, but that's for another day.

Despite these tweaks to his design, Wario is still very much a goof, so all his transformations are just comedy.

Initially, Wario's power-ups were just that. Wario utilized a variety (3) of hats, all of which granted him abilities such as a flame attack or a flying dash attack.

(look at that, incredible.)

The world turned upside-down on, once again, the release of Wario Land II. Those deranged folks back at Nintendo get a lot of yucks inflicting life-threatening slapstick onto Wario, all because Wario is naturally goofy, poor guy.

Thus, "Wario with a Dragon Hat that Breathes Fire" became "Wario Running Uncontrollably on Fire" and "Wario with an Eagle Hat that Helps Him Glide" became "Wario Got Stung by a Bee and His Balloon Head Gives Him Flight" among others, there's a lot more than three this time.

I love this guy.

[narrators-journal]

Tatsuya Suou NSFW alphabet

I’ll probably come back to this and maybe tweak it, add to it, subtract, whatever I feel is needed. But, for now, have some of my thoughts for the dude who’s been haunting my thoughts lately.

CW: Nsfw content, monsterfucking, vanilla sexual acts, generally just don’t read if you don’t like spice.

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Tatsuya Suou is a bit of a contrast. From the outside, he looks like he’d be rougher than he actually is in bed. He looks like he’d not give you a shred of aftercare, but in reality, he would, without complaint. he is shockinglysoft. Gentle touches, soft kisses, cleaning up, apologizing for any accidental pain. All of that, and for someone who comes off as such a bad boy troublemaker, that’s a surprise.

B= Body part (favorite on themselves and their partners)

If Tatsuya was made to choose, he’d probably choose his hands as his favorite. They’re strong, compotent, they fix up his bike.

When it comes to Jun, he can’t choose. He likes his mouth, because he’s cute when he uses it, Tatsuya enjoys being bitten, and his noises are cute, but also, his thighs are rather nice, very soft and nice to lay on, and they’re very fun to grab. But, well, while it’s not the most polite or honorable thing to enjoy about his boyfriend, he does like his ass.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Tatsuya isn’t exactly a fan of cum in any form. It’s sticky, messy, tastes bad, he just doesn’t strike me as someone who enjoys it.

D= Dirty secret (Their dirty secret)

Something Tatsuya would never admit to anyone outside of Jun, is that he finds Joker, even in his most deranged, violent form, insanely hot.

Aside from that, less of a dirty secret maybe, but a slightly embarrassing, maybe impractical one. Seeing Jun on his motorcycle, or when he’s playing Backpack, or when he’s just wearing his helmet, it drives the brunette crazy a lil. He’d probably like having sex with him on his bike somehow.

E= Experience (How experienced are they?)

While Tatsuya Suou isn’t as virginal and awkward as he acts, he doesn’t have more than one partner outside of Jun. He may say some downright filthy shit, intentional or not, but he’s just a little too caught up on Jun, and...well, it’s the 90s...

F= Favorite position (self explanatory)

Cowgirl. It allows him to see his partner’s expression, it allows him to grab ass or thigh as he wishes, and he doesn’t need to worry about his personal skill with moving. Win-win.

G= Goofy (Are they more goofy or more serious in the moment?)

Tatsuya is the type to be unintentionallygoofy. He’d try his best to be serious, sexy, and all of that, but his skill with words, innuendo, and flirtation is most potent when it isn’t intentional lol.

H= Hair (How well groomed are they? Do the carpets match the drapes?)

He definitely tries to keep himself well groomed. His pubes are definitely not unruly, but...he could probably do with more frequent maintenance probably lol

I= Intimacy (how are they in the moment? Romantically)

Tatsuya Suou can be rather dominating in bed. With how husky his voice can get, how blunt and short his words can be, and his sheer height, he can be rather intimidating when he’s got a feral look of pure lust in his eyes. However, intimacy is almost a necessity for him.

While he can be gruff with it, if Jun wants Tatsuya to get fully in the mood, really into it, right into that horny no-thought space. Seduction and a setting of the mood is needed. Time is needed for build up, body exploration, and appreciation. That’s how he unlocks a very compotent Tatsuya in the bedroom.

Once they’re married and settled, it’s easier to get him in that state, but Tatsuya still thoroughly enjoys intimacy in his sex.

J= Jack off (masturbation habits)

He’s pretty average on the masturbation front. Got the usual stash of erotic materials you’d expect for an eighteen year old.

K= Kink (one or more of their kinks)

On the surface, he’s almost criminally vanilla. Despite how blunt he is when horny, he’s not particularly into bossing people around, insulting, or hurting. He’s also not really into receiving praise, pet names, bondage, anything like that.

However, he’s pretty much at Jun’s mercy. Anything his husband wants to do, whether it’s knives, whips, handcuffs, he’ll give it a shot. It’s actually a bit of a joke that he’s a shockingly good actor when it comes to playing into a commanding, dominant Master or something of that sort. Plus, while he won’t acknowledge it, being bitten, threatened, and manhandled sort of...does something to him.

L= Location (favorite place to do it)

At home, for sure. Tatsuya prefers privacy for his sexual encounters, so while he probably wouldn’t complain about a quicky in a bathroom, or a secluded section of dungeon, if he had the choice, he’d likely choose to just, do it at home on the couch.

M= Motivation (what gets them going and in the mood?)

Tatsuya’s got the pretty classic turn ons. Touching his inner thigh, seductive whispers, running a hand down his chest, things like that. However, he...does have a weak spot for Jun’s Joker form, being threatened, bitten, and shoved around a bit. And, well, seeing Jun dressed up in feminine clothes. But he’d never admit to those, even on his death bed.

N= No (What are their turn offs)

There’s a lot of things that disgust Tatsuya in the bedroom. You’ve got your pretty expected turn offs, scat, vomit, piss, along with the expected distaste for step-brother or familial shit. If the word ‘brother’ comes up at all in his horny times, Tatsuya will combust in a bad way. On the more particular to him things, probably the biggest no for him would be a too shy, innocent partner. Some people love to play up the cute shy act for roleplay or stuff, but skittish, doe-eyed partners are just, not for Tatsuya. He likes his men compotent and confident. Please don’t force him to take complete control because you’re too shy and virginal.

This is compounded by the fact that, while Tatsuya can get into a sort of ‘mode’ where he’s more assertive, that comes with the trade off of him being pretty thoughtless. So, he can’t really get into that rhythm if his partner is fighting him to seem shy and nervous. Plus, when pushed too far, he just starts to feel like it’s less kinky roleplay, and more coersion if his lover is fighting him to maintain some cutesy modesty.

O= Oral (preferences on giving/getting, skill, etc)

Tatsuya...would suck Jun’s dick if he asked, because he loves him and he would want to make him happy. However, it’s probably his least favorite sexual act. Honestly, getting head is similarly not that high on his list of faves. He wouldn’t refuse if Jun wanted to suck his dick, but he wouldn’t request it.

P= Pace (are they fast, rough, slow etc)

He’s pretty much just, goes with the flow. He’s pretty versatile, so he can be rough, fast, slow, gentle, whatever Jun wants. But, when he’s given control, he tends to be very slow in a hesitant sense. He’s just not good at taking charge.

Q= Quickie (Their opinions on them, how often)

Tatsuya is not a fan of quickies. To an extent, they are hot, but being rushed, likely in a cramped, semi-public spot, isn’t for him.

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment? Take risks?)

Jun is definitely the risk taker between them. Tatsuya may warm up to handcuffs, being tied up a bit, blindfolded, but when it comes to riskythings, the knifeplay, the biting, the choking, Jun is definitely the one who would request that. Tatsuya’s just not that type of man in bed.

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go?)

He maxes at out at two consecutive rounds before he needs a longer break. Sadly, unlike someone like Ryoji, or Minato, or even Eikichi, Tatsuya is not the king of going for hours at a time before he needs water and maybe a nap lol.

T= Toys (Do they have them? Do they use toys on themselves or partners?)

While Tatsuya is pretty vanilla on some things, he doeskeep a good selection of toys on hand. Both for himself, and to use at Jun’s request.

Some of them are less...humanoid in shape.

He has at least one cocksleeve-type toy. One of those things you put over your dick to change the, like, texture or size, or change it into a monster dick. That type of toy.

U= Unfair (Do they like to tease?)

Tatsuya Suou is definitely a tease. While he���s not very into taking control, he’d happily take his time in getting to what Jun requested. He enjoys his sounds, squirming, and agitating Jun as much as he can.

V= Volume (How loud are they? What noises do they make? Etc)

Tatsuya is real simple to explain here. He’s not that loud at all. You might sometimes get the occasional weird machine noise, but nobody would hear him outside of his room.

W= Wild card (Just a random headcanon about the character)

Tatsuya Suou is a monsterfucker. Apollo, Chronos, Joker, Joker’s persona, he would fuck them all if no one could know.

With Jun specifically, Tatsuya’s a different person in bed. He’s still not very dominating, but he’s far more confident in his actions. That’s why he can allow him to do such trust-heavy kinks such as knifeplay or blindfolding and bondage.

After the first year or two of marriage, Tatsuya’s confidence in the bedroom goes up a remarkable amount compared to during the dating phase. Once he knows he’s got your ass, he’s more comfortable.

X= X-Ray (What’s going on underneath those clothes?)

Tatsuya definitely grows into a more impressive, built physique. Size-wise, he’s pretty good, at around 6 inches, maybe 7 on a good day lol.

Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Unlike Jun, Tatsuya does not have the highest sexual appetite. He can easily go three weeks without getting a strong desire to fuck.

That’s not to say it takes that long just for him to feel the desire, if Jun propositions him once a week, he wouldn’t deny him. But, he wouldn’t be bitter if he had to wait a while to get laid.

Z= Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep after?)

Tatsuya is pretty notorious for conking out pretty easily after sex.

Being all cuddled up after the aftercare, Jun playing with his hair, maybe, and he’s out like a candle. Good ol' nut n' nap.

[5eraphim]

hunting party mini-snippet

(hopefully this will be done by the end of the day, but i can't promise any dates for certain at this time)

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content warnings: assault, death threats, guns/knives

They won. You were downed and bleeding at their feet with nothing to protect yourself. Nearly all your energy and will to fight back was drained, and you felt like a lamb seconds before the slaughter. You were terrified during the chase but managed to keep your wits about you. But your sanity was slipping fast. Despite everything, you had a bad feeling the bullet-graze wound would be only the start of your pain tonight. You cowered beneath a massive oak, illuminated by the flashlight attached to Solly's rifle.

You glared up at the man from your position sprawled out on the ground as he glared at you with an expression of equal anger, "What's the matter, cadet? No more fight left in ya?"

As if you could try and keep running if you wanted to, but seeing his loaded rifle pointed at you kept you from saying anything sarcastic for fear of upsetting him. Trying to choose your words carefully, you asked, "Is this the end of the hunt?"

Solly sneered, "Do you surrender?"

Trying not to sound sarcastic, you answered, "Do you seriously think I could run away like this?"

"He asked ya a question- Do ya surrender?" Demo interrupted. Though he didn't have a firearm pointed at you, the throwing ax in his hand frightened you worse than Solly's riffle. 

You nodded, having already accepted defeat. "Fine. You win, I surrender… Now what?"

"It depends. Have you learned your lesson?" Solly spoke, lowering his weapon slightly.

"What?" you questioned, almost shrilling with annoyance and fear. The blood seeped in throbbing gushes from your hip had you disorientated to the world around you, and trying to decipher what these two maniacs wanted only furthered your confusion.

Thankfully, rather than lashing out again, Solly explained in his usual gruff, authoritative tone, "You're always slacking off on missions, and at work back at base! You're always trying to ditch work early to go home. You are the laziest Engineer to work for our team! If Dell saw how you've been acting in his place, he'd have your head! You're a disgrace to your class, you runt!"

Was that what this was all about!? "Dell, you overachieving son of a bitch-" You mentally cursed. It was challenging to be an Engineer when held to the impossibly high standard set by your predecessor. You loved Dell; everybody loved Dell. But you couldn't help feeling irritated whenever your work was compared to his, as no matter how hard you tried, he always found some way to outshine you. While you loved your job and working with the team, there was no competing with a guy like Dell. The man was a third-generation Engineer. All his life, engineering was all he knew. He was practically bred for this job. He gave everything he had to work, and it showed. Dell was nothing less than a master at his craft. You wanted to hate him for this, for showing you up, for acting so modestly and earnestly when others praised his work, even though you could tell from the look in his eye he loved every second of it. But you still couldn't hate Dell; nobody could. 

It hurt to consider if you'd ever see Dell again. Your heart throbbed as you feared these two were deranged enough to go through with this, killing you in cold blood far into the wilderness where no one could hear you scream. There was no Medic here to tend to your injuries, you had no idea how far away the respawn machine was, and you had a bad feeling whatever happened to you out here wouldn't go away so quickly. And there was a good chance these two would be the last thing you'd see before you died.

The longer the two stared you down, the harder it became to keep your head clear. You were terrified to be held at their mercy with no idea what they wanted from you. You broke the silence, your voice shakey and panicked, slightly rasping on account of how dry your throat became during the hunt."What do you want me to tell you? I won't leave early anymore? I'll work faster? Whatever it is you want, I'll do it! C'mon, this has gone on long enough!"

Solly appeared chillingly indifferent to your pleas for mercy. "I'm not convinced." 

You grunted in desperation, "Demo, you show up to work shitfaced every day, and you're really going to call me the slacker here!?"

His eyes were only somewhat unfocused, bearing the telltale sign of his usual intoxication, which narrowed slightly at your dig against him. "I don' need ta be sober to make my bombs or to chuck em. An' I'll shove one down yer gullet right now if ya need me ta prove it." You straightened and went rigid at the threat, even if he wouldn't deliver. It was disquieting to know how apt to violence he was at the moment. 

Solly crept forward just an inch as though spurred on by your reaction. "If you want us to get you out of the woods so soon, private, we could go ahead and chop you up right here. Take your head home with us, and keep it on the wall. Let everyone know what happens to slackers."

"Look- I'm sorry for letting you down, really, I promise I am! But I'm not a slacker! I'll do better, I swear! Please, let's just go home- we're teammates, right? Let's get back to base, and we'll straighten all of this out." You desperately tried to think of any way to negotiate out of this without promising anything drastic. You wanted to argue with their emotional side, remind them you were friends, and convince them to end this terrible game. The sun set lower during your confrontation, and it was too dark to make out anyone's expression, but you had little faith that either of them was convinced.

Demo snickered, lowering himself to sit back on his haunches, meeting you at eye level, "But we're not back at the base, now are we? Out here, ya ain't a comrade. You're less than an enemy, yer our prey. An' the prey don' make orders."

Instinctively, you shifted away nervously, wanting to protect what little distance you had left between the two maniacs. Demo still had his hand wrapped around a throwing ax, and you couldn't take your eyes off it. The wicked polished metal of the ax's blade caught the flashlight's beam, reflecting menacingly.

"Aw, c'mon now, don't be so scared- we'll be gentle." Demo spoke with condescending sweetness, enjoying the visible fear written all over your face. You gasped in fear as you saw Demo's arm holding the ax move, as he made a show of striking the ground by his feet, wedging the weapon into the earth, remaining upright even as he pulled his hand away. You could hear them laughing, watching you flinch and yelp in fear at the fake-out. 

Demo teased, "Still spooked? Why? I thought ya said we were all friends here?" He raised both palms facing you to show you his empty hands, "I'm not gonna hurt ya. The ax is gone. Now come here." He used his pointed finger to gesture for you to come closer, though, at the moment, you were so paralyzed with fear you doubted you could comply even if you wanted to. 

Demo wasn't pleased by your hesitance, "Don' make me come over there an' getcha myself."

[painsandconfusion]

The Carrot and the Stick

Whumping the Whumpers - Part Twenty-Eight

(tw: beating, broken bone mention, kidnapping, stress position, forced to watch, whipping boy, deferred punishment, Crawford being a bitch)

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Four Years Ago...

Ethan slumped against the ropes that kept him up on aching feet, for this particular moment, preferring the charring ropeburn against his wrists and the numbness they bring to the aching in his feet and legs.

Too long.

Too fuckign long he’d been left like this.

Then again, it wasn’t like Crawford found much else that kept him in line. At least this wore him down so the fight was…well. Less.

That and he was in the perfect position to be a pathetic little punching bag like this. His bruised ribs were a testament to that, that and the aching burn where his back butted up against the cinderblock wall with each hit.

But hey.

At least the cinder blocks were cool. It eased the pain a little.

Aaaaaaand there was the garage door opening.

Ethan glared up at the ceiling at the audible announcement of Crawford’s arrival home. Stupid fucking idiot hadn’t even given Ethan water yet today - you’d think if someone paid two thousand bucks for you, they’d actually want to keep you alive. Maybe Crawford was finally getting sick of Ethan’s insolence. 

Or maybe he was just stupid.

Both were equally plausible given what Ethan had seen of the man so far.

Good at business. Good at his work. Very very bad at keeping a personal pet/toy/punching bag.

The guy wasn't a natural leader - that was for damn sure. Ethan almost understood how he needed someone to take out his frustrations on. Not like anyone at the office took him seriously - yes, Ethan played therapist enough to know about that shit. Not a good therapist. He didn’t really talk. Just glared.

But hey, at least it was mildly less boring than rotting alone in the basement, so sure. He listened as the man paced and rambled and ranted, occasionally hitting, kicking, or whipping his ‘pet’.

Fucking idiot had no idea what he was doing. Ethan hated Nate and Elias plenty - but this guy? Honestly, he was just pathetic.

One of these days, he’d fuck up. He’d trust Ethan enough to take the ropes off - even just for a second. Then he was so fucked.

Ethan liked to daydream about that.

He’d dangle there as Crawford paced and spit venom at Randy and Devin (yes, Ethan knew the entire fucking office at this point. They all had accountant names. No wonder they were all dead inside), and Ethan would imagine Crawford. On the ground. Bleeding. Begging. Choking and gurgling his own blood. 

Such a pretty picture. Something he was almost proud of.

Pride was a fickle thing. Ethan never had much pride. Not much at all. Through school and activities, from foster home to foster home he’d stayed quiet. Stayed out of the way. He was the freak. Always had been. 

Somehow pride had found him through the blood. Or he’d found it. He’d found something to fight for. Something to keep the pain down. Keep his mind sharp.

It kept him alive. 

Ethan reassumed the dead-eyed gaze, pointing it at the top of the basement steps as he heard a key scrape against the padlock that kept the thick wooden door in place. Then the fucker opened it.

Ethan’s eyebrows pinched ever so slightly at the ever so confusing sight of Crawford looking…excited? Happy? Proud maybe?

That wasn’t normal. Usually when he came downstairs, he was just exhausted. Angry. Defeated or upset. He didn’t need Ethan when he was happy.

Ethan didn’t like the change. Unpredictability was always a sign of trouble. Anything that strays from the norm is an omen of pain. He’d been on this earth long enough to know that was true.

His eyes narrowed at the fucker as he trotted down the stairs, giving Ethan a charming smile. 

Crawford wasn’t charming - the expression looked wrong on him. Almost warped. Deranged.

“Good day?” Ethan’s voice was flat. Sarcastic.

Crawford stopped directly in front of Ethan, eyes wandering down his torso, roaming over blooming bruises. Yellow. Black. Red. Green. Blue. An assorted masterpiece of time well spent in Ethan’s particular predicament. “I guess you could say that…” Ethan twitched as Crawford’s hand raised, fingers pressing into a splash of mottled black and purple on his side - Ethan was about 30% sure his rib had cracked there. Though 30% isn’t high enough to bitch about it.

He bit out the response, mostly to distract himself from the flash of pain that twisted through his stomach. “Yeah?”

“Mhm - Do you remember that little talk we had yesterday?”

Ethan’s head tilted. “Honestly? I’m not really paying attention half the time you talk, so no.”

Crawford sighed, but evidently that wasn’t enough to ruin his mood. “The one about carrots and sticks?”

Mm. Yes, Ethan asking for a trip to Disney Land as incentive for being good rather than threats of more pain which clearly never worked.

Ethan smirked at the mention. “Am I getting a vacation?”

Crawford smiled in return. “Even better. You get a little friend.”

Ethan’s smile dropped. He was pretty sure his heart did, too. 

Anxious eyes flickered to the stairs. The door. 

He looked over Crawford, searching for any sign of joke or bluff. “...wh……..um. What now?”

Ethan hissed as Crawford’s grip tightened, thumb digging into the maybe-chipped-but-probably-just-internally-bruised bone. “I got a friend for you. Different kind of stick - or hey, you can see it as a carrot if you want. I don’t really care either way.”

Ethan squirmed a little to the side - away from the touch. “You–...you don’t need t…no one else needs to be here - you..-don’t do that-”

A little intrigue sparked in Crawford’s eyes. “You haven’t even met him yet and you’re already being so much better. I think this will work out nicely.” His hand pulled away, and Crawford stepped toward the stairs again.

Ethan’s mind scrambled.

Was someone already there?? How the fuck did Crawford get someone else? He couldn’t afford to buy another from Elias and he didn’t have the fucking balls to grab someone himself. ….did he?

Ethan’s eyes desperately followed Crawford - if Crawford had actually gotten someone because of Ethan - that person was fucked already. His fault.

It would be his fault.

No.

Ethan’s mouth opened and closed with protests he couldn’t quite find the words to voice. “..Sir you don’t have t-”

“Sir?? Already an improvement - you really aren't doing much here to vouch for your case, Ethan.”

Frustration bubbled up in Ethan’s chest, hot and thick. His hands rolled in the restraints, tugging at them. Narrowed eyes followed Crawford back up the stairs, dreaming of gripping him by the hair and jerking him back down them, head first. 

That would be a pretty sight.

Damn ropes.

“Fuck you.”

But Crawford was already ignoring him, opening the door and shoving a boy down the steps - he looked small. Early twenties with sandy blond hair that ran with a streak of jagged red blood. He barely stayed on his feet, stumbling and skittering down the stairs until he eventually toppled over on the last few stairs, crying out as the rough wood bit into his thighs and shoulders, and he crumpled to the ground at the bottom of the stairs.

Ethan’s blood ran cold as he watched them whimper, scrambling back with horror-filled eyes locked on Elias.

The boy wasn’t collared. He wasn’t trained.

He was new to this.

He would have been okay if Ethan had just been good - Crawford never would have needed someone else. 

Ethan felt sick, teeth barred at Crawford as the man descended after his new catch. “You like him, E? His name’s Johnny.”

Ethan grit his teeth, jerking against the ropes. “You’re so fucking pathetic,” he seethed, barely tracking Johnney’s scramble backwards - it was a little awkward with his hands bound in front of him. “He’s half your size, are you fuckign kidding me???”

Crawford shrugged, stepping up to Johnny as the boy���s back hit the far wall. “Not in the slightest. From now on, he is going to take your punishments. Most of them, at least. You fuck up? I hit him.”

To demonstrate, Crawford gripped Johnny’s hair, pulling a shrill yelp from the boy, and threw him into the ground facedown. He punted him hard in the side.

Ethan paled, tugging uselessly against the ropes. “Stop! What the fuck are you doing!?”

“Already told you.” Another kick, and Johnny screamed, curling up tight to protect his middle. He clearly wasn't used to pain. He couldn’t take this like Ethan could. “That’s rule two, Ethan. I give the orders. Not you.”

Ethan’s heart slammed in his chest, desperation dripping through his veins. “Jus-just stop - stop, you don’t need to do that-”

Crawford raised a brow, bending down to grab Johnny by the back of his shirt collar, dragging him up to his knees. “Are you seriously telling me what to do again?” 

Ethan winced at the cry as Crawford split Johnny’s cheek open with a downward fist. Tears leaked through the strike, dragging thin blood down freckled cheeks. 

“Rephrase, Ethan.”

Ethan’s mind scrambled, eyes locked onto this small stranger whose fate was sealed. Because of him.

His fault.

It was always his fault. 

Ethan’s mouth opened and shut, trying again and again before eventually forming a soft whisper around “please-”

Johnny’s sharp, shallow breaths and choked sobs rang through the room for a few long, icy moments as Crawford’s eyes raked over Ethan. 

“Again.”

Ethan’s lips pinched into a thin line, a glare heating his gaze again. Until he glanced down at Johnny. 

And it softened. Slightly, but it softened. Desperation lit anew at the sight of the boy doubling over - hiding his face behind bound wrists. 

Ethan swallowed thickly, forcing the word out. “..please.”

Crawford’s lips twitched toward a smirk. “Please what?”

Ethan’s eyes screwed shut, fury and frustration and shame all burning through him. His fingers curled into fists as he forced the words up.

They caught in his throat, resting at the back of his mouth - refusing to play their part in keeping Johnny safe.

Pride was a fickle thing.

And just as soon as Ethan found it, he had to strangle it back down into its shoebox in the darkness. 

And it didn’t want to go. 

It thrashed and clawed every step of the way, drawing blood and screams and bleating like a dying animal with nothing left to lose. 

It just made this all the harder when Johnny gasped a desperate whimper.

Ethan’s eyes shot open to find a blade pressed to the hyperventilating Johnny’s throat - Crawford standing over him with an eyebrow cocked at Ethan. “I’m waiting.”

Ethan slammed the shoebox shut, trying to ignore the claws scrabbling against the cardboard.

Fuck pride.

This wasn’t worth it.

His eyes stung anyway as he forced out the sentence. “..please Master- just..please stop-”

Crawford flashed a grin, dropping Johnny who shoved and scrabbled and crawled as far from the man as he could. 

“Good boy.”

Ethan twitched away as Crawford stepped closer, hand patting his cheek.

He wanted to scream obscenities. To snap at the hand and see if he could draw blood. Kick. Anything. 

But he didn’t. 

He just pinned his eyes shut, face turning down and away.

“Very good.”

With a ruffle of Ethan’s hair, Crawford stepped back, heading for the stairs. “I’ll bring down some food in an hour or so. Make sure Johnny knows the rules. He doesn’t need to get beaten twice.”

Ethan’s glare didn’t quite have the fire he was used to as he watched Crawford disappear behind the door.

The padlock clicked into place.

Footsteps creaked through the house, disappearing up to the second floor and falling silent again.

Ethan’s gaze shifted to Johnny, softening as all of him slumped against the ropes again. 

The boy was crying. Sobbing into his arm in the corner of the basement, covered in shadows and dust.

Ethan swallowed thickly. He had to say something, right. ‘Hi’ seemed like a good option. He chose that, yet all that came out was a small, barely audible, “..I’m so sorry...-”

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This has been done a million times before and no one asked but I decided to rank the songs from Nerdy Prudes Must Die.

Let's go Nighthawks!

15. Cool As I Think I Am

I actually do love this song but when I listen to the full album, it’s one of only two songs I sometimes skip. The sound of it is very sweet, just like Pete, and it’s a great song to establish his character and his conflict in stepping outside his set social role (also props for originating the “I’m not a loser” refrain that repeats several times throughout the show to great effect). It’s just maybe not as exciting as the rest of the songs on the list.

14. Bully the Bully

Very catchy and fun, and the “cool beans” verse holds a special place in my heart (as do Grace’s little spins). Half the fun of it are the (very cute) dance moves which makes this song a little less effective when just listening to it. I love the guitar riffs and hearing all the nerds teaming up and happy for the only scene in the entire show.

13. Bury the Bully

I don’t usually prefer the shorter reprise but this song is too unhinged for me not to love it. Some highlights: Grace’s immediate acceptance of the situation and detailed knowledge in disposing of a body (and the casual “how else he gonna fit?” like she’s not suggesting something absolutely psychotic), “oh god, she’s snapping again”, Ruth coming around faster than the rest of the nerds because she’s apparently only slightly less unhinged than Grace, the discordant slamming on the piano keys after every “hack all his limbs off”.

12. Dirty Dudes Must Die

Would be much higher if only it were longer. This was the heel-face turn I was waiting for and Angela absolutely kills it, the deranged energy is off the charts. Grace singing “who will pray for you” and pointing at the audience gives me chills as does that final “run”. It feels like another story is just beginning.

11. Go Go Nighthawks!

I love all the sounds in this song - the beats that sound like lockers closing, the school band drums and trumpets, the jocks grunting and the “caw caws” from the cheerleaders. They add so much and convey such a strong sense of the setting, a must for a show that doesn’t really have any sets lmao. Also, fuck Clivesdale!

10. The Best of You

This song is just super cute and it makes me happy to listen to - Lautski own my entire heart, I can’t help it. Many have pointed out the Disney channel sound of it but it also reminds me a lot like those mid 2000s pop punk British boybands (think McFly and Busted) and I think that was deliberate with the British accent Joey and Mariah put on a couple of the lines. Anyway, I love how overwhelmingly bright and happy this song sounds, because it almost rounds back to sinister as you just know this can’t be the end of the show - we don’t get endings this happy in Hatchetfield!

9. Just For Once

This is the other song I sometimes skip but only because it’s five minutes long and such a character piece that I’m not always in the mood for it. Lauren blows me away with her ability to perform in character. That switch from Ruth’s amateur acting in the verses to the more sincere chorus is so beautiful. And that ending, oof. “I used to dance”, gets me every time.

8. Hatchet Town

I love a good mob song and this is an all time favorite for me. The Hatchetverse has been successful in establishing a multitude of interesting side characters that make the world feel lived in and that really pays off here; the song works if you don’t know most of the characters but it’s so much better if you do. 

This is the first scene in the show that expands the story outside the school and the characters there, and it makes the danger feel all the more pressing, especially with how frantic and sinister it sounds. It’s also endlessly quotable; in a way, aren’t we all Dan Reynolds (with Action News, weekdays at 10 PM)?

7. Dirty Girl

Seems like I’m a much bigger fan of this song than many but I could never resist a musical theater song about sex. I love how weird and gross this song is while also containing some masterful lyrics. I love this bizarre look at sex through Grace’s warped, sheltered worldview. Most of all, I love that this is the first time we hear the line “will you pray for me” in the show and every time it appears after it’s in a wildly different context.

6. Cool As I Think I Am (Reprise) 

This song makes me cry and I’m not afraid to admit it. It's the way Pete starts the song being so brave and so gentle as he convinces Steph to make an impossible choice, how they come together in the middle of it, finally completely honest with each other about their feelings, and how at the end the song slows as they’re both overwhelmed by the tragedy of the situation. “I’d have to let you go” let me go curl up and cry for a week, maybe.

5. High School Is Killing Me

A killer intro (heh). This is how you set the mood for a show! The slow start with Richie and Ruth is perfect and then the beat kicks in and I ascend to a higher level. A really strong aspect of the songs in this show are the harmonies and we get some incredible ones here - they sound so good together. This may also be the catchiest song on the soundtrack.

4. The Summoning

Oh my god this song!! First the intro with the chant, the trio’s bright voices underscored by the creepy whispers in the background, and then the descent into immediate chaos as soon as the Lords enter. I guess this is more of a “theatrical” song in that it’s not really something you listen to out of context of the musical but it works so incredibly well in context. Hearing all five of the lords together and taunting our protagonists is so insanely good. And I love how this song works musically, too, with the guitars and drums in the louder parts almost battling it out with the piano in the slower parts. Jeff Blim really popped off with this one.

3. Literal Monster

God, the foreboding atmosphere in this song is unmatched. The incredible build-up to our antagonist, managing to make a believable threat out of a cliched high school bully. Kim Whalen belting “He roars, and we cry” lives rent free in my mind. And then Will Branner shows up and lives up to every single expectation instantly. 

2. Nerdy Prudes Must Die

Extremely basic opinion to think this song is great (the real unpopular take might be that it’s only number two) but what do you want me to say? That the similarities to the Halloween theme don’t make me wanna clap my hands with glee? That the music and lyrics don’t both absolutely slap? (“Will you pray for me” I will give you my entire life actually) That Jon Matteson belting “I’m not a loser” might not be the single greatest moment in the entire show? This is why they invented musical theater. I will take no further questions.

1. If I Loved You

Look I am Lautski trash, I will fully admit that, but this song is also just a bop. It’s the most fun song in the show to sing along to, by a mile. It is young, stubborn love boiled down to its most entertaining bits. It is two people almost coming together but missing each other by a hair and that hair is having too much pride to be the first to admit you’ve got a crush. This song has drama, it has fun, it has two characters vehemently denying their feelings for each other while insisting the other only deserves the best. “Don’t need a lover boy, need a lover man” marry me, Mariah Rose. How about that? Also, Joey Richter’s improvement as a singer has been severely underappreciated and this song shows his voice off perfectly. 

I am ranting but that’s because I cannot coherently express how much I love this song. In a soundtrack filled with nothing but hits, this one hits me right in the heart. 

[twistedtummies2]

Gathering of the Greatest Gumshoes - Number 26

Welcome to A Gathering of the Greatest Gumshoes! During this month-long event, I’ll be counting my Top 31 Favorite Fictional Detectives, from movies, television, literature, video games, and more!

SLEUTH-OF-THE-DAY’S QUOTE: “Truth brings closure.”

Number 26 is…Gil Grissom, from CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.

Perhaps it’s just me, but it feels like a lot of modern mystery shows today tend to veer more towards “crime drama” than your more classic “detective story.” These are shows that feature a more or less ensemble cast, rather than focusing primarily on a single chief investigator. Oh, there may be one or two characters more important than the rest, but at the end of the day, it’s less about one man or woman putting the pieces together, and more a group of people who all have different jobs, working together to stitch the greater puzzle into one solid whole. They try to focus more on “real” detective work (and I use the quotation marks because, even then, there’s usually some romanticization involved), rather than the old-fashioned ideal of the singular sleuth.

I’m not saying this as a complaint, by the way; there are many great shows that have come out of this, and lasted for long periods of time, because something about this formula is as appealing as any other. One of the most popular and long-running examples – as well as one of the first I remember seeing a lot growing up (perhaps more than was healthy, given the nightmares I remember occasionally having) – is “CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.” The series, as its title implies, focuses on the adventures (if that’s an appropriate choice of word for them) of the CSI operatives of the Las Vegas Police Department. The show had a revolving door of cast members over the course of fifteen seasons (and, fittingly, fifteen years). While many characters came and went, for the first eight-and-a-half seasons of the program, if there was a main character to be found, it was this one: team leader Gil Grissom, played by William Petersen.

My biggest problem with CSI, to be honest, has always been its characters: with only a few exceptions, a lot of the members in the cast I just don’t feel were very interesting. I remember their faces, but I can’t tell you much when it comes to a lot of their personalities, and some characters I probably wouldn’t even remember by name if you asked me. I say all this because this was NOT the case for Gil Grissom: he is genuinely a really interesting, fun, unique character, and probably one of the best leads any crime series of this nature has ever had.

Grissom is a certified genius, who is known for being highly intellectual, and slightly eccentric. He’s fascinated by insects, being a passionate entomologist, but also has many other interests: history, literature, theatre, and art, among others. He speaks in a frequently poetic fashion, making references to various bits of trivia and offering moments of philosophical wisdom here and there. Ironically, he’s not that well-versed in a lot of pop culture references, despite all this. (I can relate.) Throughout the show, Petersen creates a wonderful character that is both detached and sensitive at the same time. On the one hand, Grissom isn’t made of stone; he can be irritated or unsettled by things around him, and he does sympathize with people and feel sorrow about situations beyond his control. He’s even got a spiritual side to his personality. However, he’s also a very logical and practical person: he’s a scientist, before all else, and believes in hard facts and evidence above all. He also doesn’t have many social graces, and will do bizarre and seemingly deranged things for the sake of proving a theory or testing a hypothesis. In short, he’s a bit like a modern day Sherlock Holmes…except maybe a bit less rude.

Part of the way through Grissom’s tenure, it was revealed that he was starting to go deaf, which signaled a change in his character. While he eventually got surgery to save his hearing, this paved the way for the character’s departure about halfway through Season 9. Later lead investigators would enter the series: first came Laurence Fishburne as Ray Langston, who had probably one of the most wild departures from the series to his credit. Following him was Ted Danson as D.B. Russell, who to HIS credit got an episode with an “Alice in Wonderland” theme. (For me, that’s always a plus.) Neither were bad characters – all three leads were the most memorable ones in the show, for me – but I never felt as attached to them as I did Grissom, possibly at least partially because they just weren’t around for as long as he was. For me, whenever I think of this show, I always think of Petersen as Gil Grissom before anybody else.

Tomorrow, the countdown continues with Number 25!

CLUE: “How did people survive before there were pattern-recognizing sparse representation algorithms?”

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best horny blogs recs?

alright im gonna slightly organize this. nsfw links/descriptions/idek man. you read the ask. you know where this is going

but TYPICALLY i just go on like. a blog from a few ones i have saved. or search, if you know what you're searching for lol. and then kind of click on blogs they reblog from? rather than having like a big list if that makes sense. also usually after i go thru one blog tumblr starts hitting me w insane "based on your likes" posts that are like. more one-off random inspo (sometimes turning into actual wip docs isnt that nuts) than like "blog recs" per se. that i am thinking abt starting a tag for (so ppl can block it fjodsaklfakldj. and so i can stop sending wren 14 posts while she's eating dinner.) but here's a) the blogs i was spamming wren with earlier (sorry wren. not really) and b) some i've recently come across/remember from recently

all of these r like. they may have lots of things on them including things u (general u) dont want to see i am sorry and also not going to list out everything u might encounter theyve got bios/pinned posts u can figure it out

the uh. more specific vibes for trying to unlock my ability to write recently have included... cyb3r-mutt, ur-favorite-puppyboy, knotfrotter, transed-my-gender, dr1ppingftmslvt, drippyboycunt (horrendous to put this all down on paper. i promise i am cooking something deranged up). these r all pretty heavy on puppy play and then probably also somno and intox but ymmv from blog to blog!

some other less puppy play oriented (fejdsajfaslk) blogs that i haven't visited super recently but that i have on hand include justasmallgirl, cervix-kisses, lovelypinkdoll ETA swirlingiris which i found while looking for the blog that disappeared and was like omg i know u... high likelihood of cnc, equally so of overstim and edging, possibly hypno?, probably breeding. AWFUL! to type that out im so sorry.

there's definitely more but um. this is already probably too many (and possibly too much of a window into my psyche)

[suekreandtheidiots]

Lunch Gossip Circle

Location // Characters: Aberdeen // Hallie and Lance

October 2004 - The gang discusses Hallie's new hairstyle during lunch and Lance is less than thrilled about the subject.

Status/Notes: unfinished/Just a wee snippet about the teenage gang, because they amuse me. xD

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Pointless debates, needless conversations about things that had no actual impact on anything or anyone - Lance Abbott did not at all feel like having any of those today.

Yet here he was, in the school's dining hall, surrounded by his friends who had picked a particularly irritating subject to discuss. Lance tried his best to block most of it out and just concentrate on the stale food in front of him, but it was easier said than done.

"I'm just sayin' it looks weird, alright? Nothin' more." Fozzy shrugged and proceeded to pour a rather disturbing amount of gravy over his mashed potatoes, earning himself a disgusted look from Cal next to him. "YOU look weird." Cal said, wrinkling his nose and yanking the gravy pot out of his friend's hand before he could use it all up. Fozzy just snickered. "Pf, tell me something' new. Hallie has never looked weird so far, though, and… I don't know? I just don't get why she would deliberately choose to look like… like, uh-" "A deranged pink raccoon?" Diana blurted out, and Lance could tell that she was not even trying to keep her tone remotely friendly.

He shot her a harsh look from the side but Diana didn't even flinch and instead just flashed him one of her saccharine smiles, which usually had every bit of potential to instantly incapacitate his brain function, but now it really just rubbed him the wrong way. Fozzy however cackled loudly at Diana's remark, causing some of the other students in the dining hall to turn their heads. "Good one, Di. Good one. She's a keeper, Abbott." he laughed, pointing at Diana with his thumb while shoving a fork full of mashed potatoes into his mouth with the other.

Lance did not find his girlfriend's line all that funny. Granted, he had not quite made up his own mind about Hallie's new look just yet. He was not exactly a fan but there were sure some people who looked worse; he could name quite a few without even thinking. And while Lance was usually not at all above poking some fun at his friends either, there was something he did not quite like about the way the others talked about Hallie behind her back today.

"Gravy." he merely mumbled into Cal's direction, who passed the pot over to him. Lance looked into it - it was indeed almost empty. "Thanks." he sighed, grabbed his dessert spoon and scratched out the last drops. His heart sunk a little at the sight of his lunch - this had to be the poorest mashed-potatoes-gravy-ratio in school lunch history, but Lance figured he would have to live with it. "Did you hear that, Lancie? I'm a keeper." Diana chirped, slightly nudging him with her elbow. "Why is it always others who have to tell you?" "Cause sometimes I can hardly believe my own luck." Lance said dryly and put the pot away, and although he was convinced that his sarcasm was impossible to ignore, Diana seemed to be happy with his sentiment, as she now leaned into him a little and rested her hand on the inside of his thigh. "What's up with you?" Lance heard Cal ask, after a while of them all eating their lunch in silence. He looked up a few moments later, realizing that everyone had turned their heads to stare at him. Cal was obviously talking to him. "Huh? Me? Nothing." he answered. "You're all getting on my nerves today, but apart from that, I'm good." "You're really being weird today." Fozzy backed Cal up. "Is it about Hallie?" "It's not." "Come on, Abbott, you have to admit, that look of hers is strange." "I don't know." Cal barged in. "I kinda like it? It's unique!" "Pf, unique. I mean, what's even going on with her eyes? Who told her it's a good idea to make herself look like a-" "Deranged raccoon!" Diana insisted. "Seriously, she looks shite and I wouldn't want to be caught dead looking like that, you know?" Lance rolled his eyes. "No one asks you to imitate the look, so if anyone ever caught you dead, you should be fine, thank fuck." he snarled, knowing that he was being unnecessarily rude now, but Diana didn't exactly flaunt her nicest side today either. "What the- if you wanna be crabbit, let it out on someone else?! Like you don't find it weird. You said so yourself this morning?!" "I said I almost didn't recognise her when she opened the door!" Lance corrected her. "Same thing?!" Diana snapped back, made a disgruntled face and let go of him, not without not-quite-accidentally bumping into his upper arm with her elbow. "I'm gonna go and get some air." "God, Di. Sorry I'm not too crazy about joining today's school dinner gossip circle. I mean, there's other stuff we should be thinking about!" he called after his girlfriend but she just marched out of the dining hall with furious steps, no longer paying attention to him. "And what would that be?" Cal leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow. "That other stuff we should be thinkin' about?" "The chemistry group project, for example? So far I'm the only one - as usual - who has put in any effort." "Relax, Abbott, that one's due next week and we'll all do our part." Fozzy said, eating another fork full of mashed potatoes. "Di's right, you're crabbit. Stop that." "You know what? Don't even bother." Lance snarled. "I'd rather get an A on that fuckin' project so I'm most likely going to do it all by myself… also, as usual." "He's so modest." Tim now chuckled, and Lance realised that he had been awfully quiet all the time.