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ihopeinevergetsoberr · 7 months ago

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the counterpart

chapter 6 — done it warning, done it now

art cr: @zaunitearchives our most faithful viktor lover <3 (can you guess which one of the inspo pics belongs to me?because i wasn’t joking when i said i might start using my pictures for these silly frames — I‘M DEDICATED to this fic okay)

word count: 2,2k

VERY nsfw, horny idiots in love, dialogue dialogue dialogue, explicit language, public masturbation, vehicle sex if you will. some porn to prepare you for the chaos i may or may not cause in the next chap 🫣

part 7

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“Do you ever feel like a pawn?”

He turns around and his weary head tips deeper into what little comfort an old bus seat could provide, honeyed eyes a confused reproach pointed at your sheepish smile — had you dawdling over the halo of sun rays slipping prettily into the dark scatter of his hair, turning chestnut into rich, warm bourbon.

“Since when are you interested in philosophy?”

It makes you stumble over an innocent chuckle; fingers grow flush and hot against his, threatening to slide out of the warm press of hands — to satiate the sudden whim of cradling his face and dipping your thumbs gently into the sharp lines of defined cheekbones.

“Answer the question, Viktor.”

Oh the forwardness. Always gives him the urge to comply no matter how ridiculous the request is — be it a hypothetical silly ‘what if’ or an actual firm demand.

“I don’t project on inanimate objects, milackú,” he maneuvered smoothly out of your prudent trip, placing a cheeky kiss on the curious arc of your mouth. “But, in order not to digress — yes, I suppose I do. Quite occasionally. In your arms.”

“Smooth. Bravo, Viktor — that was so sweet I might have to see a dentist now.”

“Don’t forget to send me the bill.”

You gawked at the tooth gap in his proud grin with a hopeless sigh, leaning closer to tuck your face into the crevice of his slender neck. Couldn’t care less about the other passengers — nor did they care about you, to be frank: your seats were hidden in the back corner securely enough. Lips pressed to the fresh love bruise, so poorly covered with a mess of his unbuttoned collar — a not so humble possessive remnant of the morning tryst in his room. You craved a change of scenery: ravishing only one bed quickly becomes boring and unfair to its just as much ravished owner.

“No, but seriously,” you kept prying, words a muffled mumble against the slim of his skin — had you smiling when you caught the subtle scent of soap on the barely exposed collarbone, and his hand found tender leverage in your hair as thoughts drifted to the delicious things he did to you in that bathroom this very morning. Even longed to hold him there for a little longer — if not for the damn bus, that was now rapidly moving towards your opportunity to flaunt. Or to become a pitiful disgrace. Unfortunately, so far you were only leaning towards the latter.

It was Viktor’s idea. To play a local tournament — a somewhat silly for a person of his rating gathering, that he had no valid reason to attend. And yet he was so insistent on taking you there, held your hand so securely tight as you tried to fruitlessly convince him of your incompetence. Well, not incompetence, per se — you were simply a tad bit rusty, with a long forgotten dream of ever turning your passion into something professional. Endured a lengthy back and forth filled with his soft persistence and your capricious reluctance (which was secretly just a failed attempt to cover your incitement).

Because you loved the competition. Used to live off the thrill of having people at the edges of their seats, consumed their defeated groans alongside each captured piece, and forcibly swallowed the spiteful comments spinning at the tip of your tongue during each bitter post-defeat handshake. Adored the elegant gall-spitting on the checkered board, and loved hearing people whisper malicious things whenever you entered the room.

What happened to that version of you? Was it still there — a sharp tiny warrior, or ‘that pretentious little cunt’ — a title you wore proudly after a certain querulous opponent had revealed it to you generously all these years ago?

Well, certainly. Angry girls grow up shaped into furious women, but your fierceness is now only imposed on men, poetry and lechery. Anything but tournaments.

And — while chess still owned your heart — you had to bow your head to the countless obstacles of life, aiming for stability; fed the vigorous child inside you countless books and analyzed hundreds of games, hoping that, eventually, that stupid yearning will be sated.

But now you had him — your bright opponent, rated strong intermediate and highly respected in narrow circles. A player of great potential — he was everything you could’ve been by now, a living proof of one’s passion and major coexisting peacefully. Your personal Czech serpent, the gentlest hangman of your fortitude — eager to get you rated, to make you see your skills through his meticulous eyes.

So here you were. Entwined with him in the contentious privacy of this backseat, harried with occasional chokeholds of your nervousness. Viktor was waiting for your point, all flushed ears and uneven breath.

“What I mean is,” you sighed again, tongue dancing skittishly over the front row of teeth, “don’t you ever feel so small and utterly unimportant? Like everyone else is so much more valuable?”

“But pawns are very important,” he protested, coaxing you to quit hiding from his acute eyes, “I delivered checkmates with pawns countless times before. And so did you.“

You couldn’t argue with that logic. Just sank deeper into his arms and watched the light run through his dilated pupils — the slipping boredom of the city both of you were getting out of today.

“Yes, but would you rather lose a pawn or… say, a rook? Or a knight? Or quite literally any other thing?” reluctant to bend to his attempts at soothing your restless mind, you refused to retreat and sweetly troubled him further. His smirk curled atop yours in a curt little touch — but one can’t kiss away a worry that excessive. Even as determined as he was to try.

“Depends on the circumstances. Surely, choosing to lose a powerful piece over a less significant one sounds unreasonable when you put it that way — but we both know it doesn’t exactly work like that.”

His sigh — or was it the rough scorch of the sun? — was making you melt; took care of your misery like the acidic little thing it is. Big palm stirred over the hem of a cotton dress, tracing it with a tremble, then slipping cautiously underneath — to curl around your thigh and pin it to the seat like a gentle shackle. You could still make out the grip through the sheer restraint of fabric; had your legs clenching together to trap it viciously into a crate of skin and soft little hairs: they stood on their ends oh so treacherously, each shiver palpable under the calluses of Viktor’s fingers.

“Moje laska.” There it is again. Turning you into a dumb pile of freshly discovered weaknesses — he could burn you to ashes that very moment and you’d gladly let him get away with it, as long as that hand stayed so close to home, damp from your sweat and whatever beads of slick seeping through the soaked ruin of your underwear. If only he could reach down and throw а quivering thigh over one scrawny shoulder, tongue a trail chasing the wet deliciousness of your lust after him — just how he likes it: sweet, slow and salacious. The holy trinity of your fervent undoings.

“You’ll make them all feel like pawns,” you felt him sting the shell of your ear in a tortuous whisper, his caress tenderly cruel against what little composure left between tense legs, “I can promise you that much.”

“We have a tournament to play, and that’s what you’re thinking about right now?” you tried to snatch the power out of his hands, but tripped over his long middle finger — so viciously close to the swollen folds. He could’ve grasped the shape of them through the obstacle of fabric if only you approved of the mischief.

“We have a tournament to play, and you’re wasting our precious time on baseless self-consciousness. I am merely providing a pleasant distraction,” he explained, then resigned to offer you a moment of hesitation. “Unless the setting is too public for you, of course. I don’t mind proceeding in private, with less prying eyes nailed to your potential, eh… agony.”

“My, you’re shameless.”

“You’re one to talk. So? May I?”

Gaze quickly flipped through the row of potential witnesses, failing to notice a single giving a fuck one. Viktor waited for your permission with patiently bated breath, watching your throat move when you gulped, slightly strangled.

“Please.”

Lips protruded into a line — a show-off of a smirk at the eroded crumbles of your sanity. Because, indeed — your writhing was needy to its very core, legs tumbled in to coax your salvation out of him. Impatient, fitful, stubborn — your demand was impeccable in its tacit delivery, emphasized the urgency when a single fingertip brushed the entrance soft and languid, then found the wet, laced at the edges barrier. White and see-through, with a silly bow sitting prettily right on top — he watched you put them on fresh out of shower, all damp-skinned and weak-kneed, the swift slide of light fabric over the divine thick of your thighs. It’s a shame he couldn't see the mess he’d made out of them.

A well-rehearsed route: a casual slide inside the delicate garment, a timid swipe over each plush fold. Immutable, but you liked it — begged for more into his rouge under the white shirt shoulder. It matched you so effortlessly. Though his attire was sticky only from sweat.

Torturous. Purely, perfectly, obscenely tortuous — that’s how his finger felt, hot and slick, in a precious little roll against the swell of your clit, and you found hold of his lean thigh, nails a sharp anchor in the gentle flesh of it — squeezing hard enough to cut through his pants. And his little chuckles — these warm brisk spurts of muffled laughter. They had your free from gnawing at him hand pressing tight against your mouth, pushing the debauched whine back into your throat until it was practically strangling you, swallowing hard to keep everyone present unaware of the stage of bliss you were going through in that damned seat. As tempted as you were to scream at the top of your burning lungs — it was best for your audience to remain unconcerned.

Don’t get caught, don’t attract attention, don’t fuck it up — but god was it difficult when you needed so much more than just these restrained, demure cirles against your aching clit. Glassy-eyed and so tense, you silently pleaded him to keep going — a second away from rolling into his lap to fall strung up on his just as much aching cock and have him thrust your heart out in that very grimmy seat. And he would do it, always so happy to please — no doubt muttering swears towards the oblivious handful of other passengers, mourning the urge to tend to as you deserve it — full-course and thorough.

He probably won’t fuck you in public ever again. Not where he couldn’t pay you every last neck kiss and every last lewd little word, at the very least.

But for now he tormented you meticulously towards the sweet climax — clockwise, calculated, gentle. With an occasional flick of darkened eyes over each potential witness: to make sure he’s the only one to savor your collapse, the ever thoughtful protector of your pleasure. And there he was in your ear again — with a filthy helping of pleasantries spoken softly to ensure you get what you want.

“You’re so beautiful.” Voice satin, motions timidly flawless. He had a bit of a hard time pronouncing it, choked on a humm so utterly awe-struck. “Oh, the things I’d do to you if only we were alone. The things I’m tempted to do to you — to hell with privacy. Being quiet doesn’t suit you, milovaná.”

And you finally spilled. Heavy head dropped back in what could’ve been a loud lustful moan — mouth formed an eager O under the slam of your sweaty palm. Buckled knees and tiny convulsions — you came not nearly hard enough in comparison to what he usually puts you through, yet it still lanced through you and turned limbs numb, clit was sore from the remnants of your dissolving arousal, throbbing under the generous stroke of his fingertips.

A slow orgasm — both in delivery and departure, a taunting treat that left you delightfully dizzy. You captured the warm sight of him through the fluttering cover of lashes, myriad white dots biting roughly at your vision, rubbing rudely into a sunny line that melted the ends of his wild hair into a lighter shade. His hand slid away, tremulous. Left a glossy trace all the way up to your shaking knee. Thin wrist caught a little cramp.

“Breathe.” A sultry reminder upon the slope of your shoulder as his lips found some skin in a brief kiss. Cheeky. Self-pleased. Had you nearly sobbing in fresh desperation when he wiped two glistening fingers to a fetched out handkerchief ostentatiously. Absorbed every drop of you and tucked it back into his breast pocket — to wear you there lewdly next to his heart.

You’ll need a few cigarettes back-to-back to recover from this.

The bus needed fifteen more minutes to spit you out gently into the hostile arms of the competition.

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tags: @thehistoriangirl @zaunitearchives @blissfulip @queen-of-elves @vyshnevska

#viktor x reader #viktor arcane #viktor fanfic #viktor smut #viktor x reader smut #viktor x f!reader #the cunterpart

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earlycuntsets · 3 months ago

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this is real btw

"A WHOLE LOTTA EMO TOUR 2005 - SWEET vs HUGE. THE REVENGE. COMING: APRIL 2005"

I can't find any results when I google the above text, but there are three separate 2005 livejournal accounts referring to this tour as the 01/27/2005 - 01/28/2005 english dates (liverpool & brixton) 11/06/2005 (glasgow) and 02/04/2005 (islington)

if you recall my post about fans making gifts (ie. frankie bracelet foundation) for mcr, the gifts were to be presented to them on this tour. and their post is where I got the picture above.

my question is: why are the dates scattered almost a year apart?

I guess just different dates of the same tour? january, february, april and november just seems scattered.

as you can see mcr isn't on the bill even so maybe this tour flew under the radar. was just surprised to have never heard of this tour like ever. lmk if anyone has!

also @xxv4mpyf4ngzz some follow up on the receiving of these gifts:

"I said hey to Ray quickly and apologised for not bringing him socks. He said it was OK. Soaf and Rosie showed him their “I wanna be the next Ray Toro” t-shirts and he got a bit excited.

We went over to say hi to Frank, Lozi gave him the bracelets she had made him. Frank loves bracelets, true story. Alison presented him with THE SIGN. Frank: “Ass needs tappin’? That’s straightforward!” Us: *gigglegiggleROFL*"

the show they went to was 02/04/2005 islington academy england

from dizzyangel on lj

elite_cru on lj

#this is tangential I know #just a little weird history I guess #love the sweet fan foundations #wtf did the sign say for frank to say that?? o man #my chemical romance #mcr #gerard way #frank iero #mikey way #ray toro #revenge era #2005 #whole lotta emo tour #shows #old web mcr

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ladykailitha · 2 years ago

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The Promise

Just a little sweetness to break up the absolute angst fest I’ve been working on. I’ve have cried so many times writing the next few parts, my little romantic heart needed a break.

So I jumped on the “they met as children” bandwagon.

Or you can read it here on AO3

Eddie wandered around Steve’s bedroom as Steve went to answer the phone. He wasn’t surprised to see that the room held little personality. Not because Steve was a blank slate by any means. No, it was more that judging from what Eddie knew about Steve’s parents and the way they forced conformity on him.

So the book shelf was a bit of a surprise. Four neat little shelves crammed with books.

Steve opened the door and asked, “Hey, what are you doing?”

Eddie looked up from the bookshelf feeling caught out. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to snoop. It’s just everyone says you don’t read, so the bookshelf was a bit of a surprise.”

Steve scoffed. “They only say that because I don’t read fantasy or science fiction. I read other stuff.”

“What’s wrong with either of those two genres?” Eddie asked, moving away from the shelf to sit on Steve’s bed.

Steve shrugged. “I guess I never found the right kind of fantasy, especially since you told me that there are so many sub-genres. I guess I got overwhelmed.”

Eddie nodded. Not every fantasy book was for every person. He would have to go through his books and find a nice variety for Steve and figure out what he liked.

“And what about science fiction?” he asked.

Steve wrinkled his nose. “I hate it. And I’ve read all of the supposed greats, too. Jules Verne, Isaac Asimov, Frank Herbert, Robert Heinlein, Ray Bradbury. They all spend so much time on the science that they don’t get to the fiction. And it hurts my head.”

Eddie sighed and cocked his head. He couldn’t fault that. “So what do you like?” Steve cocked an eyebrow at him and he laughed. “I didn’t get to read any of the titles before you came back.”

Steve still eyed him skeptically but came over to sit on the bed next to him. “I like biographies. Mainly sports but a couple historical figures too. Winston Churchill was interesting. Diary of Anne Frank. But mostly I like mysteries.”

“Mysteries? Really?” Eddie said lightly. “Will wonders never cease. So who’s your favorites?”

“I like Agatha Christie, of course, Nero Wolfe, Sherlock Holmes...” he trailed off. “The classics, I guess.”

“Nothing wrong with the classics,” Eddie said. “What’s your favorite Holmes story?”

Steve hummed. “I would say ‘The Adventure of the Silver Blaze’.”

Eddie frowned. “I don’t think I’ve heard of the that one.”

“It’s where a horse goes missing right before an important race and the trainer is found dead,” Steve explained, starting to talk excitedly for the first time since he caught Eddie going through his bookshelf.

“Whoa!” Eddie teased but Steve laughed. “Why do you like it so much?”

Steve blushed. “It’s one of the few times that Dr Watson finds an important clue.”

Eddie lit up with interest. “Yeah? What was the clue?”

“That the horse tracks start coming back about half way through.”

“And Holmes was so focused on seeing the clues in front of him that he forgot to look to the side?” Eddie guessed.

Steve nodded. “It’s really cool.”

“Now here’s the really important question...” Eddie said, leaning forward to put his elbows on his knees. “Poirot or Marple?”

Steve who had leaned forward before Eddie asked the question, threw his head back and laughed.

“Poirot hands down!”

Eddie put his hands over his heart. “No! Say it isn’t so!”

“Afraid so,” Steve said with a grin. He leaned over the bed to pull out his favorite book. “Elephants Can Remember.”

“It’s about a girl who’s future mother-in-law wants to find out if insanity runs in the girl’s family because when she was a little girl her father was with her mother both found dead on the top of the cliff near their home. Was it a double murder? Murder/suicide? And if so, who was the one that killed them both, the mother or the father?”

“So this old bat comes to Poirot to find out?”

Steve nodded. “It’s really good.”

“Huh,” Eddie said. “That does sound interesting.” He began leafing through the pages when a piece of paper fell out. “What’s this?

Steve shrugged. “Just a piece of paper I use as a bookmark sometimes.”

Eddie eyed suspiciously. Steve was far too causal about this little piece of paper.

He turned it over. There was a circle around a heart and a little note that said, “This is the best ring I can do right now, Love E”

“What’s this?” Eddie asked, his breath catching in his throat.

Steve blushed. “The first person I ever kissed.”

“Eleanor Jackson gave you this?” Eddie asked. He had heard the story of course. Everyone had. How when Steve was ten Eleanor declared him to be her husband and would kiss him every day on the playground. Everyone thought it was cute. Personally, it made Eddie gag. Mainly because no one had asked Steve what he thought.

But Steve was shaking his head. “She was the first girl I kissed.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me, what?”

Steve looked down and began picking at a loose thread on his comforter. “I don’t even remember what his name was and since he only signed it as ‘E’ I guess I probably never will.”

Eddie looked down at the note again. “Tell me about this boy.”

Steve bit his lower lip. “When I was eight, my aunt took me out to one of the lakes to play on the beach. I don’t even remember which one. But there was this dark haired little boy making a sand castle too close to the water and would get frustrated every time a wave came up and destroyed his hard work.”

Eddie grinned. “Sounds cute. Even if he seems a little dim.”

“I asked why he didn’t simply move further up the beach,” Steve said, remembering with a fond smile. “He said that he had. Twice!”

“Oh the poor little bastard,” Eddie said, nearly doubling over with laughter.

“So I convinced him to make little soldiers instead for the waves to deliberately carry away.”

“Awww...” Eddie said. “Did he agree?”

“We made a game out of it,” Steve said. “Who could build the fastest army before the wave came back.”

Eddie was cackling now. “So who won?”

“He did by a landslide,” Steve said. “I could only manage to make three or four but he made ten!”

Eddie shoved his hair in his mouth to try and stifle the laughter. “Oh god, you are so competitive. How on earth did you handle that?”

Steve tipped his head back and sighed. “I pouted.”

“Of course you did,” Eddie said.

“It’s how I got my kiss though,” Steve said. “So I really couldn’t complain.”

Eddie tilted his head to side. “And how did that work?”

“When he saw me pouting, he kissed me,” Steve murmured. “Said that he had seen his mom do that with his dad when his dad pouted.”

“Cute!” Eddie said giggling.

“I kissed him back in retaliation,” Steve said. “He was just so sweet.”

“He really sounds like it,” Eddie said softly, looking down at the note. He crossed his legs and looked up at Steve. “When did he give you the note?”

Steve mirrored his position. “Just before him and his parents left. He told them he had forgotten something. He rushed back to me and gave me the note.”

“That’s real sweet, Stevie,” Eddie said. “So you just told everyone it was from Eleanor Jackson and kept it safe all this time.”

Steve nodded. “Everyone thought it was so sweet that she wanted to marry me, but I hated it.”

“Because you were already engaged to someone else,” Eddie teased. “Oh my what would Nancy think? You were cheating first!”

Steve protested, “Hey! It wasn’t like that!”

Eddie grinned. “I know, big boy. I’m only teasing you. You look so pretty when you blush.”

Steve pouted.

Eddie leaned over and pressed his lips to Steve’s.

Steve gasped. “Eds?” he asked, unsure.

“I learned that from my mom,” Eddie whispered as he worked a ring off his right hand. “Sorry it’s late, darlin’, but I finally got you a better ring.”

He slipped on Steve’s ring finger on his left hand.

Steve stared at the ring on his finger in awe and something softer, more dear.

“Did you know the whole time I was tell the story that it was you?” he asked, suddenly shy.

Eddie shook his head. “Not at first. I didn’t remember the sand castle or the little soldiers. Remember the kiss, though.”

Steve looked up at him through his eyelashes. “Yeah?”

“Of course I remember the first person I ever kissed, Steve,” Eddie cried. “Like you, I didn’t remember the boy’s name. I don’t think you ever said.”

Steve blushed. “Probably not,” he admitted still shy.

Eddie kissed him again and Steve melted into it. “So pretty boy: gay or bisexual?”

Steve frowned for a moment, thinking. “I want to lean more to toward bisexual because of Nancy, but the more I think about our relationship and how we are much better as friends, I start to wonder. And then there’s Robin. What straight or bisexual man suddenly stop having feelings for a girl just because she said she liked her own gender?”

Eddie nodded. “You’ve dated women pretty exclusively, did you feel anything for any of them? A spark, a floppy feeling in your stomach?”

Steve shook his head. “The closest I ever got to that was with Nancy. I was happy with her. Maybe no sparks or fireworks or anything like that, but she made me happy. So I thought that’s what love was.”

Eddie smiled, “And now?”

“Happiness is just a start,” Steve said, pulling Eddie back for another kiss.

Eddie grinned against Steve’s lips. “Well you make me pretty happy.”

Steve looked down at the ring on his hand. “We haven’t even dated and we’re already engaged,” he said with a laugh.

Eddie moved to sit next to Steve and picked up his hand to admire the ring. “I didn’t think I would find you again. And even when I entertained those thoughts, I would come up with scenario after scenario where we hated each other because we become such different people.”

Steve blushed. “My nightmare scenarios where were I found you again only to find out you were already with someone else. Or you tell me that it was a youthful indiscretion and that didn’t mean anything.”

Eddie kissed the ring gently. “Turns out we were both wrong.”

Steve chuckled. “I’m glad we met when we did, Eds. Again, I mean.”

Eddie cupped Steve’s cheek with his other hand. “Why’s that, sweetheart?”

“I think our nightmares would have come true,” Steve said softly, closing his eyes and leaning into Eddie’s touch. “Only it would have been me telling you it was a youthful indiscretion so Tommy would still like me. And then we would have hated each other. And I can’t stand the thought of that. Not now. Not now that I’ve gotten to know you.”

Eddie smiled softly. “I know what you mean, baby. And I’m grateful, too.”

Steve kissed him again and let Eddie lower them on to the bed.

“You’re so beautiful,” Eddie whispered. “You were beautiful then and you’re even more so now.”

“I love you, Eds,” Steve murmured. “I think I always have.”

Eddie grinned. “Me, too,” he murmured against the skin of Steve’s neck. “Me, too.”

#My writing #stranger things #steddie #met as children #ladykailtiha writes

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itwasthereaminuteago · 6 months ago

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|| Black eyed & Blue ||

Chapter 1 - Skull & Crossed Wires

Frank Castle x Female Reader/OC

Notes: I'm posting this first short chapter in my Frank Castle and female OC/reader mini series in the hope that it will spur me on to finish it! I have some other chapters written already just need to get them where I want them and write some more. 😊

Warnings: kidnapping, blood, biting, general vampire themes, fluff & smut, frank being protective, Matt makes an appearance.

Please comment and let me know what you enjoy or would like to see as the story develops and I'll see what I can do!

Frank managed to limp his van to the nearest garage before it crapped out entirely. He had cleared it out after his latest 'road trip' back at the safe house. It wouldn't do any good if the mechanics found any of his arsenal…

He left them with the keys and said he'd check back in a couple of days. Leaving a cell number was out of the question too, he still wasn't quite comfortable leaving much of a trace even if he was now 'Pete'.

He walked up to the shop office two days later, hopeful he could throw down a few hundred and get going. A fraught looking gangly guy was having an in-depth discussion on the phone as he entered. He passively waved Frank in the direction of the garage floor, pulling the phone away from his mouth and yelling towards the doorway.

"Blue! Customer!"

Frank gave him a semi-polite nod and headed through the side door where his van was jacked up, a pair of dark blue Converse sticking out from underneath.

"Uh, right. Guess it ain't ready yet." Frank ventured.

"No shit Sherlock." A voice came from below.

"Can see why you got Shaggy on the front desk there, customer service ain't your thing huh?"

The feet peddled their way out from under the van to reveal a woman with her hair tied up out of her face with a blue bandana. She had an oil-smudged face, and chipped sky blue nail polish on her fingers. Her mouth dropped open as she pushed herself up and took in the figure of Frank standing over her.

"Oh fuck- I mean, shit! Damn! Fuck!" She winced. "I'm really sorry mister… thought you were Ray winding me up again. Sorry, I'm trying not to cuss as much but, um…"

Frank couldn't help the sly smile from spreading across his lips.

"Think you're doin' well enough. Don't you worry about it. Maybe uh, you can gimme an idea when she'll be ready?"

She got to her feet, wiping her oily hands on her dirty coveralls, which were also blue.

"Well, that's the thing. I'm still waiting for a part to come. I woulda called you to let you know but, uh, you didn't leave a number so…

"Yeah, don't have a phone." He scratched at the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Kinda hate all that tech shit y'know."

"Wow. Well, okay old man, I'm not sure exactly when it'll arrive, our supplier is vague at the best of times, I really wanna find someone better but…"

Frank couldn't help grumbling a little. He was keen to get back on the road, after all, biker gang ass wasn't gonna kick itself. "Then I guess 'i'll just keep comin' back every day till she's ready."

Blue smiled politely. "Once it's here I'll get it fixed as fast as I can but if you refuse to have a phone like us regular people I guess that's just what you'll have to do. See you tomorrow then?"

Frank nodded. "Yeah. See ya tomorrow."

The next day Frank dropped by the garage late afternoon, he'd had a particularly rough night chasing down some dregs of the Dogs of War that refused to go down easily.

"Jeez, what the heck happened to you?" Blue asked, looking up and seeing the dark bruises around his eyes as she heard him come in. "I mean, if you don't mind me asking? Those are some shiners."

"Walked into the side of the door when I got up during the night to piss. Bein' how I'm an 'old man' an all," Frank deadpanned back.

"No shit. You gotta be more careful, looks a bit like someone belted you right in the kisser!"

Frank shrugs.

"To be honest I wouldn't be too surprised if they had. Don't take this the wrong way but you've kinda got one of those punchable looking faces, mister..?"

"It's uh, Pete." Frank replies with a slight chuckle, only slightly offended. "And is that so?"

She holds out her oily hand for him to shake. "Hi Mister Pete. They call me Blue. And yeah, I mean you're real good looking and all but-" she stopped as Frank shook his head and laughed.

"Jeez, I really gotta stop running my mouth around strangers! I am so sorry…"

Frank holds up both hands giving her a smile, it had been a while since he had laughed as much. "Hey, no worries. Punchable and good lookin'? I'll take it. So, Blue, huh? No need for me to ask why I guess. "

She returns the smile, scuffing the toe of her shoe into the ground shyly. "I just like the colour."

Frank clears his throat. "So uh, there any news on that part yet?"

"Oh! Yeah, um it might be tomorrow but…"

"Might not?" Frank finishes with a slightly tense shrug.

"Yeah, really sorry about this, Pete. I'd even go as far as to offer you a free coffee in apology but our machine's bust, and even if it was working it tastes crap anyway."

"Don't worry about it. Alright well, guess I'll seeya tomorrow again."

Blue gave him a little wave. "Yeah, seeya tomorrow Old Man, hope I've got some good news for you then."

Frank just shakes his head, smiling to himself as he leaves the garage and sets off back home.

The next day, when Frank turns up, Blue's face is bright with the biggest smile, and it only got brighter as she saw what 'Pete' had in his hands.

"Hey!" She greets him animatedly and it makes him feel a little warmer inside.

Frank nods then hands her one of the carryout cups of coffee he has. "Hey, didn't know how you take it but I got some sugar and milk here too if you want, seeing as your machine is broken an all."

Blue beams, her fingers brushing briefly over his as she accepts it. "Oh, thank you so much! And no, that's great, straight up is perfect, so kind of you, thanks Pete!"

Frank shrugs. "S'nothin'."

She takes a hearty sip and then remembers what she was about to say. "Good news by the way, the part arrived this morning! I'm about to get on it right now, shouldn't take too long if you don't mind waiting?"

Frank nods, finding a space to sit nearby. "Yeah, sure, if you don't mind me watching you work."

She disappears under the van. "Actually, gives me the chance to ask what the hell you've been putting this poor van through, you gotta take more care of her if you don't want to run her into the ground."

Frank huffed. "Yeah, just been real busy, y'know, and my work takes me all kinds of places, some uh, rough terrain."

"What kind of business are you in Pete?"

He scratches the stubble under his chin. "Uh, removals, pest control, odd jobs. That kinda stuff."

"A Pete of all trades?" Blue suggests, and Frank has to laugh.

"Yeah," again he feels the rare smile stretch his face as he strokes his stubbled jaw. "Somethin' like that."

It wasn't till later, when he was on the road again rummaging through the glovebox for the map when his hand landed on the tin of sweets. He took them out, curious seeing the note stuck to the lid.

'Something to sweeten you up, old man :)

-Blue'

He chuckles to himself as he opens the tin and takes a candy.

#frank castle x oc/reader series #frank castle fluff #frank castle smut #frank castle x female reader/oc

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thepunkmuppet · 6 months ago

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UNHOLYVERSE CLOSING THOUGHTS YIPPEEEE YIPPEE YIPPEE

it’s 1am and I’ve finished it :)

the plot was fucking amazing as was the writing, it was like a really really good tv show, or maybe an amazing movie (pt1) and its slightly more deranged sequel (pt2 and 3). I think I definitely preferred all things unholy as a whole, but yeah the next parts really did feel very sequel-like, in that the first one was The Story and the second and third were building on that first core story, expanding the characters and world. which ummmm btw the lore is insane??? so much going on lmfao but I think it all worked really well. the fallout boy stuff was fucking wild though icl because WHAT 💀 I’m also obsessed with the idea of god talking to frank in the form of the cardinal dream, that worked soooo well and still leaving it open at the end is great. I’m so glad frank and gerard got a happy ending, I ship those stupid twats SO hard I’m literally clawing at the walls they make me INSANE RRAAHHHH!!! icl I really didn’t care about mikey and ray’s romance like at all but it worked as a source of conflict and was pretty cute

I kind of forgot it was meant to be mcr fanfic for a while lmfao, which brings me on to I guess the most important part which is my main takeaway on the whole rpf thing

as I’ve said in a post before, I really struggle to picture voices and faces accurately in my head when reading. well except when it comes to buffyverse characters, but that’s just because those shows are so deeply ingrained into my psyche forever that istg I could literally channel buffy summers at this point and just become her. lmfao but yeah I really struggle with that! so when I’m reading, I just kind of create a vibe, a vague mind’s-eye image of a character, it’s very hard to explain. so for me these frank, gerard, mikey, etc characters were subconsciously already way far removed from the real people, like I had to consciously make an effort to make them sound and look exactly like them in my head. but like I said, it felt like a real piece of media like a tv show or something, so to me the unholyverse characters are just that - characters. it really felt like mcr playing movie roles lmfao which I was perfectly happy with. the romance and other relationships were written soooooo well, the real problem was ofc the smut!

I don’t like smut in general, not in a judgy or censor-y way, I just get no joy or kick out of reading it and all it does is make me feel awkward. but with rpf smut, even though I see unholyverse frank and gerard as fictional characters, I can’t ignore the fact that THIS IS FULLY EXPLICIT WHAT IS ESSENTIALLY PORN BEING WRITTEN ABOUT REAL PEOPLE 💀 read it write it all you want, personally I find it uncomfortable and it just doesn’t do anything for me. made me think too much about the fact that it WAS rpf, yk?? got me thinking about the real frank and gerard and how fucking weird it would be to read smth like that about yourself idk, also the fact they have wives and kids…. 😟 gosh idk it was very very well-written smut, it just made me so icked out the more I thought about it

but anyway, OVERALL: I loved it. it was so good, will definitely reread, bookmark, and think about it for a very very very long time. possibly scream and cry and tear my hair out too, idk. part 1 was my favourite by a long shot, it’s so iconic, and feels pretty removed from parts 2 and 3 in a nice way that makes it feel like a movie and its strange sequel. I’ve discovered I like rpf when it’s good and when it’s a complete au and the people feel like original fictional characters in their own right. I don’t enjoy rpf smut, though, AT ALL, which isn’t a surprise bc I don’t enjoy smut in general, the rpf aspect just made it way more uncomfy for me personally. kind of feel the need now to bleach my brain out and consume normal mcr content just to remind myself of the disconnect between unholyverse frerard and the real people lmfao

OH ALSO THAT

I do NOT ship frerard irl, that shit’s fucking weird don’t do it. yes there is a difference between fic like this and saying two married friends and colleagues in real life are actually in love with and attracted to each other. I do for sure ship unholyverse frerard, as I’ve said they’re fictional characters to me

#danny reads unholyverse #unholyverse #uhv #mcr #my chem #my chemical romance #my chemical fucking romance #gerard way #gee way #frank iero #I really liked this fic you guys oh goddd oh auughghh

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thewordworrier · 2 months ago

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I've Been Having A Hard Time Adjusting

[Things are changing within the band and Shelly and Lux have a little bit of a heart to heart about it.]

Word Count: 6,196 words. Warning: Pregnancy talk. Notes: ~ Title from "This Is Me Trying" by Taylor Swift. ~ Lux is the gremlin brainchild of @robinrunsfiction though she's my second child too. ~ Lux is forever MyChem's drummer, kthx. ~ I was originally trying to write something cuter than this for Lux's birthday last week (which I otherwise did nothing for, sorry Lux sweetheart 🥺😭) but... This came out instead.

Setting: Danger Days Era. Maybe during the summer. If it’s August, she’s about 6 months or so. By this time, Shelly’s told the band (and Gerard, obviously) that she’s pregnant. The label and their families know and she’s definitely starting to show a fair bit at this point, though she’s self conscious about it so tries to wear looser clothing in an attempt to hide it for a bit longer. She’s thankful that her job is mostly behind the scenes, even though she’s married to the frontman of the band she works for, and is decently well known (and pretty well liked) amongst the fans - so she’s not completely worried about how the public (the fans) will take the news but… There’s always some bad voices.

Shelly was resting, taking her slightly larger body weight off of her feet for a little bit. She didn’t mind being pregnant - if anything she was super excited to be pregnant with Gerard’s (her husband!) child. She still couldn’t believe they were married sometimes. She had this wonderful man who loved her enough to stay with her, and wanted to be with her enough that he asked her to marry him! And now she was going to have his baby? And she had this group of friends who were more like family to her, who she loved and who loved her back just as much? And a career she was doing well in? Wild. It was all so… Almost insane. Her teenage self never would’ve believed that she was going to get everything she wanted like this. But she was so, so happy.

She was happy to be pregnant, but goodness, it was incredibly weird. Her size was obviously changing, as was her centre of gravity, apparently, and that was taking some getting used to. There were some things she was starting to struggle with, and she knew that list of things was going to get longer. Thankfully, the rest of the band, as well as Gerard, were always willing to help her if she needed it. Frank, already a father himself and the first of the guys to become one, was good at knowing when she needed help before she even asked for it. He knew what to look out for and seemed to be teaching Gerard as they went. She was grateful for that.

That’s why she’d been sent somewhere quiet to rest for a little bit. Gerard had noticed that she’d been looking a little worn out, had taken whatever she’d been holding out of her hands, and had tried to turn her towards the door. She’d resisted that a bit, of course.

“Go and rest, darling,” he’d said, seeing Frank nod in approval out of the corner of his eye. “You’re looking tired.”

“He’s right,” Frank chimed in. “You can’t wait until you’re exhausted now. You have to rest well before you hit that point.”

Shelly pouted at him. “I’m okay though.”

“No mama,” Gerard said quietly next to her ear. “Be a good girl, listen to me and go and rest.”

Even though he was unable to hear what Gerard had mumbled to Shelly, and also unable to hear her squeak of a response, Frank would’ve guessed the… Flavour of the words by the blush and the look on her face. He giggled a little.

“They’re right, Shell,” Ray said. “We’ve got this, you go and rest.”

“See?” Gerard said at a more normal volume. “Even Band Dad agrees. Don't make me get Lux involved when she and Mikey get back, because she will frogmarch you away.”

Shelly huffed a little bit, but ultimately she knew they were right. “Okay, okay. I’ll go.”

“Want me to walk you?”

Shelly shook her head before making sure that she had her phone. “I’m good, it’s not far.”

Gerard wrapped his arms around her for a few moments before giving her a little kiss. “Sure?”

“Mm hm.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Call me if you need anything, love.”

“You know I will.”

“Good girl,” he murmured again before clearing his throat softly. “Go on then, shoo.”

So, she’d done as she was told, taken herself off to go and rest for a bit. She’d headed back to their tour bus, grabbed one of her baby books and settled herself in the most comfortable spot that the rest of the band had made even more comfortable for her as she got bigger. They also made sure that it was easy for her to be able to get up on her own if she needed to because they were good like that. She’d not been reading for too long when she heard the familiar sound of the bus door opening. Instinctively, she hid the book and reached for her phone, just to see if she’d been messaged a warning that someone was coming to see her, and she’d just not heard it because she’d had her nose stuck in a book. But, no, no message.

“Shelly?” Lux called. “Are you here? Are you awake?”

“I’m here,” the blonde called from her spot, which was also a bit hidden from the entrance. That was a protection thing on Gerard’s part. “In my usual spot.”

Lux made her way over to the older woman and smiled when she saw her. “Hey.”

Shelly beamed up at the youngest member of the group. She often referred to Lux as her ‘youngest kitten’ or as her ‘Baby Cat’ - Shelly herself was Mama Cat after all, and she’d been called that before she’d even gotten married and before she’d even thought about getting pregnant. All because she referred to looking after them as “wrangling cats” once.

“Like wrangling naughty kittens,” she’d said.

“Does that make you Momma Cat then?” Frank had asked with a grin. “Or would you rather ‘Mommy’?”

Ray had promptly thrown something at him. “Don’t be gross.”

“Hey!” Frank had pouted before another lightbulb had gone on over his head. “Hey, Band Dad,” he pointed to Ray, then pointed to Shelly. “And Band Mom.”

Ray shook his head a little and Shelly had just giggled.

“Dude…” Ray had started.

“I don’t mind,” Shelly said softly. “I really don’t. Like I said, it’s like corralling children.”

“But you’re very cat-like,” Frank added. “I mean, you’re a Leo so it makes sense for you to be Mama Cat.”

“And I don’t mind that either, I promise,” Shelly had moved to pat the top of Frank’s head on her way past.

The nickname had kinda stuck for her that day. It took a little longer for Lux’s nickname to form and stick, and even then it had mostly been a sleepy slip of the tongue on Shelly’s part when they’d been sharing a room (and bed) one night. It had started as “littlest kitten” and, once Lux had been brave enough to admit to Shelly that she liked it, it had then morphed into “Baby Cat.” Nowadays, Shelly liked to use them both interchangeably and often.

“Are you okay?” Lux asked, looking at her. “Have you actually been resting or do I need to tell Gerard?”

Shelly pouted up at the taller girl. “I have been! I’ve been sitting here reading!”

Lux squinted at her for a moment before shrugging and smiling. “Okay. I believe you.”

“Let me guess,” Shelly shifted a bit in her comfortable nest. “Thousands wouldn’t, but you do.”

“Of course,” Lux stepped aside for a moment, out of Shelly’s eyeline before returning and offering the woman a bottle of her favourite soda and not only her favourite candy bar, but her favourite chips too.

“Oh my god I love you,” Shelly took them from her gently.

“I wasn’t sure if we had any left or if we needed to restock the bus,” Lux sat nearby. “But I figured extras wouldn’t hurt.”

Shelly wriggled happily for a moment before putting the snacks aside. “Thank you.”

“And I figured they could be a peace offering in case I woke you up,” Lux grinned at Shelly, who just giggled.

“Mm, I know I was told to rest, but I took that to mean, get off of my feet, not take a nap,” it was Shelly’s turn to grin a little bit. “Resting means not working, and technically I’m not so…”

“I think Gerard will allow it.”

“If only because he lets me get away with anything,” Shelly beamed as she thought about her husband.

Lux rolled her eyes playfully. “Disgusting.”

They both giggled for a moment before Shelly’s was cut off.

“Oh!”

Lux looked back at Shelly quickly. “You okay?”

Shelly huffed for a moment before rubbing her hand over her bump. “That… That was harder than normal, little one. Can you not do that? Until your dad has his face near you anyway.”

That last bit made Lux giggle, because she had seen something like that happen before, and it really had been quite funny. On the other hand… Hearing Shelly talk to her belly like that, her baby like that, just reminded Lux that things were changing.

“Baby Cat?” Shelly asked quietly after Lux had been silent for a few minutes - because that wasn’t like her in the slightest; on good days like this, when everyone was in a good mood, they had some time to themselves, Lux was normally bouncing around the walls.

“Lux?” Shelly tried again when she didn’t get an answer - instead the girl seemed to have spaced out a little bit. “Mercy!”

That got her attention and she whined in response. “Shelly! Whyyyy!?”

“You weren’t listening to me. You were vacationing.”

Lux stopped pouting at the use of her legal name and shook her head slightly. “I’m fine.”

“Hmm,” Shelly shifted her position a little. “I didn’t get as far as asking yet, but, you know I don’t believe you.”

“I am!”

Shelly raised an eyebrow. “Mer-”

“Mama Cat! Noooo!” Lux covered her face for a moment and huffed.

“I don’t believe you, Lux,” Shelly repeated, wincing a little. “Ooh little one, no please.”

“Are you okay?” Lux moved closer to Shelly. “You’re not in trouble?”

“Just the little one being too close,” Shelly patted her bump. “It’ll be fine when they settle down again and back away from kicking me in the sensitive spots.”

Lux just winced. “That sounds unpleasant.”

“Well,” Shelly hesitated for a moment, thinking about it before she nodded. “You know, you’re right. It’s not great. But, my body is doing a really incredible thing; there’s a lot going on in there. Baby is rearranging my insides, I think, that’s not gonna be comfortable. And, for the most part, I’m not doing too badly. I’ve heard about worse pregnancies.”

The drummer hummed and nodded. She knew Shelly would be honest like that.

“You’re still not gonna get me doing what you’re doing,” Lux gestured to Shelly’s bump. “It sounds horrifying.”

“Mm, I get what you mean. On paper, in layman's terms, it is fairly horrifying and a bit gross but,” Shelly patted her bump and a small, soft smile appeared on her face again. “I think it’s going to be worth it.”

Lux just wrinkled her nose a little and pulled a face.

Shelly giggled. “Babies aren’t for everyone, and that’s okay.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to meet yours!” Lux added quickly. “I’m just… They’re so small and delicate and…” She waved a hand. “Difficult?”

“Until they can communicate a bit better, it can be hard to look after them, if that’s what you mean?” Shelly tilted her head a little, smiling when Lux nodded. “Yeah, I get that too.”

“I’m not trying to offend you,” Lux mumbled, looking at her nails.

“Baby, it’s okay. I’m not offended.”

“I just have difficulty with words sometimes.”

“I know darling,” Shelly shifted over a little bit before holding her arms out. “C’mere.”

Not one to ever pass up a hug from Shelly (even though she was pregnant and that was a bit weird to her), Lux scurried over, settled next to Shelly and cuddled up with her. She rested her head on Shelly’s collarbone and hummed happily when Shelly cuddled her close and kissed the top of her head.

“Now,” Shelly said softly, holding Lux a little tighter. “Are you gonna tell Mama Cat what’s wrong?”

Lux huffed a little bit and whined softly against Shelly. “Mama Cat… I’m fine.”

“I don’t think you are sweetheart,” Shelly kissed the top of Lux’s head. “I’m not gonna be mad. Or offended.”

Lux fell quiet, wondering if she should speak up, if Shelly would truly not get mad or anything. If this had been about anything else then yeah, she believed that Shelly wouldn’t get mad or offended. But…

Shelly squeaked very softly as the baby in her belly shifted and kicked close to where Lux was settled up against her. Lux must’ve felt the baby kick, because Shelly heard her huff a bit and the drummer shifted away from her stomach.

“Lux?”

“Mm?”

“Is it about the baby?”

Lux glanced up at the blonde before straightening up and moving away a bit.

“Mercy.”

“Shelly!” Lux folded her arms and huffed again. “Stop bringing out the government name.”

“I’ll bring out the full name if I need to,” Shelly straightened up and shuffled so she was sitting next to Lux properly. She paused before resting her hand on Lux’s knee. “Talk to me Lux.”

“I…” Lux hesitated. “I need you to promise me that you won’t hate me. Or if you do, you won’t do it to my face.”

Shelly frowned and shifted her body to face Lux before putting her hands on her friend to get the younger girl to turn towards her. “Honey. I couldn’t hate you.”

Lux stared at Shelly’s face for a moment. She really did look concerned about her. And Lux knew from Shelly’s track record, from their history over the last… However many years it had been, that Shelly really was a genuine human.

“Lux?”

She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter, really. It’s stupid and it’s selfish and it really doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does matter. We’re all allowed to be a little selfish sometimes. That’s not a bad thing.”

Lux fiddled with the hem of her top - normally she’d pick at her nails a little, but she was trying to stop that, (she’d last managed to have nice nails for when Shelly and Gerard had gotten married so she knew she could do it, but it was still an old habit she sometimes fell back to). She knew that Shelly would probably tut at her, and maybe scold her a bit if Lux kept doing it. Gently, of course, Shelly didn’t really have a naturally mean bone in her body. She got a bit vicious if someone came for those she loved but she wasn’t really mean for no reason. But it was that viciousness that Lux was a little worried about.

“Mercy,” Shelly repeated softly. “Sweetheart.”

Lux whimpered, both at the use of her full name and at the use of the term of endearment. Shelly’s tone of voice was also so soft, so gentle, so full of affection, it made Lux want to cry.

“It’s about…” Lux managed before she found herself having to swallow. “I… It’s about the baby.”

“Okay,” Shelly whispered. “What exactly about the baby?”

“I…” She chewed her lip for a moment. “I don’t want you to hate me. I don’t want you to misunderstand; you know I’m not good with words.”

Shelly gently lifted Lux’s chin. “Again, sweetheart, I couldn’t hate you. Say it however you need and we’ll work through it together until we pin down exactly what you mean.”

Lux’s expression softened. Shelly had always been so good like that.

“So what is it about the baby?”

“I… I am really happy for you! And Gerard!” Lux added quickly before she sighed softly, grateful when Shelly let her chin go to take her hands instead. “I really am! You two are built for this whole apple pie American life, you know? And you’re gonna be such a great mom Shell! A real mom!”

Shelly frowned at that last bit. She knew that technically Lux was right, Shelly hadn’t been a ‘real’ mother until she’d gotten pregnant, but… For some reason she didn’t like that. She didn’t know why.

“You’ll have a real baby,” Lux continued softly. “A brand new littlest kitten, an Actual Baby Cat, and you’ll be a real Mama Cat.”

The blonde blinked rapidly at the drummer - all the pieces had fallen into place really quickly with those last few sentences.

“I think I know what this is about,” Shelly said quietly, giving Lux’s hands a little bit of a squeeze.

Lux glanced up, half expecting to see… Maybe a cross expression on Shelly’s face. Instead, Shelly just looked… Soft. And concerned. But definitely not mad. Her eyes dropped down to their hands again, just to see Shelly squeeze her hands before letting them go. She didn’t really have time to react to that before the blonde was pulling her close into a hug. She heard herself squeak, but she didn’t really protest to being pulled into a hug.

“I remember,” Shelly continued, kissing the top of Lux’s head. “Just as we were wrapping up the Revenge tours…”

Lux snuggled against Shelly a bit as she listened.

“I remember a little Miss Ma’am getting all caught up in her feelings because we assumed that she knew that we wanted to keep her.”

The drummer grumbled against Shelly a little bit. “Y’all weren’t that clear.”

“I know,” Shelly leant her cheek against the top of Lux’s head. “Your feelings were incredibly valid though sweetheart.”

Lux huffed out a soft; “I know!” and Shelly giggled.

“Anyway, I remember you mentioning something about being thrown away? Abandoned?”

“Mmm,” Lux clung onto Shelly’s top a little bit, a little surprised that she remembered that.

“Is that… Is that what’s happening here?” Shelly asked, cuddling Lux as close as her baby bump would allow. “You’re worried you’re just gonna get pushed aside?”

Lux’s response was just a bit of a soft whine.

“Mm, I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Everything’s gonna change, Shell,” Lux murmured against the older woman. “Like, there can’t be a baby on the tour bus, can there? And you’re not gonna want to leave your baby with a sitter and stay on the road with us. More to the point, Gerard’s not gonna want to be away from you and the baby for long. And it’s not like we can just get in someone to replace him, it would be a bit obvious.”

Shelly hummed, not really too sure what to say to that. Ultimately she decided that she might as well be honest.

“Well, yes, that’s true, I suppose. But, before we get to the squishy newborn bit, there’s gonna come a time where I can't fly anymore so I’ll have to step back from this job.”

“We don’t know how to do this without you now,” Lux whispered. “I don’t know how to do this without you.”

“Oh, sweetie…” Shelly was a bit touched by that, truthfully. “I’m sure I can make all the bookings and stuff from home, and y’all can still call me and stuff, I just won’t be able to travel as far. And I don’t think it’s going to be long - I’d have to check my calendar again, because I can’t remember dates at the moment, but I think there’s only a handful of shows after the baby's due date anyway. I’m only gonna be gone for a couple of months of the tour.”

“What about after that?”

“Hmn, well, I don’t know. It takes time to make a new record I suppose? Y’all have to be inspired first.”

Lux hummed and nodded slowly, just to show Shelly that she was listening.

“Just because I’m gonna be a mom, doesn’t mean I’m gonna just…” Shelly paused to think about it. “I’m not gonna abandon you, Mercy.”

Lux huffed at the legal name use again.

“I may not have birthed you,” Shelly shifted to make Lux look at her, cupping Lux’s face gently in her hands. “But you’re still gonna be my littlest. You’re still gonna be my Baby Cat. I’m not gonna stop loving you, I’m not gonna stop being in your life.”

She hummed and Shelly pulled her back into a hug.

“I’m gonna be busy, sure, but I’m not gonna abandon you, little love. I fought for you, remember? I’m not just gonna toss you aside.”

Lux sniffed a little bit.

“Why would I abandon my first favourite girl?” Shelly kissed the top of her head again.

“Because you’re maybe growing a new favourite girl,” Lux mumbled.

“Not necessarily, I might be having a boy.”

“A mini Gerard!” Lux exclaimed. “You’re gonna be so in love with him, you’re even gonna forget about the adult one!”

Shelly almost cackled and shook her head. “I don’t know about that… But, seriously, we don’t know what we’re having yet.”

“I know babies aren’t for me,” Lux said, quietly and almost cautiously. “But, if they were, and I was like you and that far along… I think I’d want to know.”

Shelly hummed softly, happily as she smoothed her hand over her bump, thinking about this tidbit of information.

“Either way,” Lux continued. “You’re growing a new favourite…”

“Lux,” Shelly took her hands again. “I’m not going to replace you. I love you, you silly little lady. You’re my best friend, you idiot - said affectionately!”

“But if you’re growing a mini you -”

“Then she’s gonna love her aunt just as much as I do,” Shelly sounded a little nervous, and she knew that she did; she could hear it in her voice. “If not more!”

Lux must’ve picked up on the blonde’s nerves because she looked up at her. “Aunt? Me?”

“Yes, you,” Shelly nodded. “I know… I know babies themselves aren’t your thing, like you said, they’re too squishy and vulnerable until they can express themselves, and I know you get worried about hurting them!”

Lux nodded, wincing ever so slightly as she remembered blurting out something similar when she met Frank’s twins.

“Once they’re old enough to express themselves, once Gee and I have done the difficult raising and teaching part, you get the fun part! You get to play with them and teach them things that mama doesn’t want to know -”

Lux giggled. “Like swearing and fighting?”

“Maybe just the self defence,” Shelly said with a smile and a raised eyebrow. “‘Cause - can you imagine? A little girl who looks like me, but acts like you?”

“Acts like the pair of us,” Lux corrected softly, her tone fond. “Because there’s no way a daughter of yours wouldn’t be a carbon copy of her mama. Smart, pretty, caring, hard working…”

Lux trailed off a little, going a bit pink. Shelly noticed this and smiled.

“Having you in her life would just give her added spice, a little more…” Shelly paused to search for the right word. “A bit more attitude?”

“I do think she’d get enough of that from her parents,” Lux grinned.

“The sass maybe, but the…” The lightbulb went on above Shelly’s head. “Assertiveness! That’s the word. She’d be more assertive, like you.”

“You mean, she’d take less shit?” Lux said before glancing down at Shelly’s bump. “Sorry, bean. Take less bad stuff? ‘Cause while you and Gerard do stand up for yourselves, and everyone else, you’re kinda…”

“We’re quiet about it.”

“You use your words, I like to threaten people’s kneecaps.”

They both laughed for a moment.

“I mean, that’s true. If one doesn’t work, the other normally does.”

Lux nodded.

“So,” Shelly continued. “Why wouldn’t I want my daughter, why wouldn't I want my kids -”

“Because we all know that you and Gerard won’t stop at just one,” Lux smiled a little. “You were made to be a mom, Shell, and the world best not take that away from you.”

Shelly leant forward to kiss Lux’s cheek.

“Why wouldn’t I want my kids to have that influence in their lives?” Shelly continued. “Because you have been such a positive influence on me.”

“And you on me, Shell,” Lux admitted, glancing down at Shelly’s stomach. “You much more on me.”

Shelly held Lux’s hand again. “I want my kids to have that too. To have that big family I have now; to have aunts and uncles and all of that.”

“Mikey and I aren’t married though Shell,” Lux sounded a little bit sad as she said this. “I don’t know if -”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Shelly gave her a look. “Darling, he loves you. He’s just a little more reserved about showing it. I think he gets a bit nervous about it sometimes; a little tongue tied. He’s not going to leave you, he’s not gonna get bored of you, he loves you too much.”

Lux looked up at Shelly with wide, hopeful eyes. “Really? You sure?”

Shelly nodded. “I’d bet my whole marriage on it.”

The drummer’s eyes widened and her eyebrows rose.

“Besides,” Shelly continued, side stepping any follow up questions Lux might’ve had after that. “Do you really think I'd let a little thing like Mikey being slow stop you from being the Aunt to my kids? Blood has nothing to do with it,” she paused for a moment. “I mean, there’s no blood between Frank and Ray and the bean, and they’re still gonna be Uncles.”

“Hmm… I guess that’s true,” Lux scratched her cheek a little.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” Shelly grinned a bit. “You’re stuck with me now. You’re stuck with all of us. Like, MyChem’s for life, we’ve been in close quarters with each other for too long now; you don’t just walk away from people you’ve been that close to.”

Lux giggled a bit.

“You don’t have to be… Tied to any of the guys to be involved in my life, Lux. To be involved in the life of my children. You could leave the band and I’d still want you to be involved. I’d still want you around and to be your friend,” Shelly paused to look at Lux for a moment. “If you want to be involved, I mean. I do understand that kids really aren’t your thing.”

“I think,” Lux glanced down at Shelly’s bump. “I think your kids, the kids of…” She swallowed nervously. “The kids of my sister…”

Shelly’s whole aura, her whole being, brightened at those words.

“Will be different,” Lux finished softly.

“I hope so,” Shelly noticed Lux’s fingers twitch slightly. “Did you… Want to touch?”

“I don’t wanna hurt either of you,” Lux glanced up at Shelly.

“You won’t, it’s okay.”

Lux nodded. “Then… Yes, I think I’d like that.”

Shelly hummed and gently took Lux’s hand, putting it on her belly and holding it. “This is how hard you can touch. It’s still a little squishy at the moment, but it’s firming up.”

“It does feel really strange,” Lux admitted. “It’s weird to think that there’s a tiny human growing in there.”

“Mm hm. That bit’s weird to me too. The whole… Physical bit, the changes, weird me out quite a bit.”

“I think that weirds me out a bit too,” Lux admitted.

“Mm, but then again, while it’s weird, it’s also… Kinda incredible?” Shelly watched Lux move her hand around a little, gently patting at her bump. “Like… Did you know that baby had fingerprints now? And a full set of lungs?”

Lux blinked as she looked at her own hands. “That’s… An odd pairing?”

Shelly giggled. “Mm hm! And they start to focus on outside noises a lot more around now.”

“I’d say, so are you and Gerard gonna talk to… It?” Lux frowned. “No. Them? More now, but Gerard is…”

“He’s very good at it already,” Shelly beamed. “He pretty much started talking to the baby as soon as I told him I was pregnant.”

“Gross,” Lux pretended to pull a face but she smiled a little. “You two are so built for this lifestyle, for each other. I can’t think of anyone who’s more suited to become a mom.”

“Thanks Mercy,” Shelly said softly.

Lux pulled another face, less of a pretend one this time, at the use of her legal name. “Shellyyy, Mama Cat, nooo!”

The blonde giggled and gestured for Lux to move in for a hug, which the other girl did happily.

“I’m not gonna abandon you, sweetheart,” Shelly murmured into Lux’s hair. “I’m not letting you go. That’s silly. You’re mine now.”

Lux giggled softly. “I think Mikey might have something to say about that…”

“And I’ll fight him!” Shelly huffed. “I fought for you first, back in the day, I’ll fight for you again now.”

“I think Gerard might have something to say about it too…”

Shelly snorted. “He can deal with it. He loves me too much to say no to me.”

“Plus I don’t think he’s gonna argue with a mama to be,” Lux grinned and patted Shelly’s bump gently. “The mama carrying his baby!”

The baby moved and Lux squeaked. Shelly felt it before Lux did and smiled as she watched the younger woman’s reaction - looking from her hand, to the bump, back to her hand again. Shelly was about to ask if she was okay but Lux put her hand where she’d felt the movement, trying to feel it again. The blonde beamed with pride and gently repositioned Lux’s hand.

“If you stroke a little,” she said quietly. “That normally gets movement a bit quicker than just waiting.”

“Like petting a cat. Which makes sense, because you’re you,” Lux said, taking Shelly’s advice. She didn’t jump as much when the baby moved again. “Oh!”

Shelly tilted her head at Lux’s words, but smiled as the baby moved again and Lux just looked at her own hand with wide eyes.

“Me being a Leo and all that.”

“And Mama Cat. Mama Cat having her own kittens,” Lux removed her hand from Shelly and sounded a tiny bit sad again.

Shelly sighed very softly, pulled Lux back into another hug and kissed the top of her head.

“I’ll always fight for you, Mercy,” Shelly said, snuggling with the younger woman. “I’ll be in your life for as long as you want me. I’m not going anywhere willingly. I’m a Leo, I’m fiercely loyal to those I love - to my pack, my pride. And you’re a part of that.”

“You promise?” Lux asked quietly, sort of nestling against Shelly.

“I promise darling,” Shelly kissed the top of her head again. “I mean, sure, I’m gonna get busy and a little isolated in that newborn baby world for a bit, but ultimately, I’ll come out of that and I’ll need people to remind me that I’m still an adult, still a person, other and more than just a mother. I’ll need some normal, non baby related conversation while everyone else around me is absorbed in my baby too, you know.”

“I… I can probably help with that,” Lux nodded, still cuddled against Shelly a bit. “To bring you a bit of… The non baby focused world.”

“Mm! I’m gonna need that. And not just after the baby’s born, I think I’ll need that before they’re here too, when I get to the stage where I can’t continue flying with you guys.”

“You’ll have to stay home, right?”

“Mm hm,” Shelly nodded. “I’m sure my mama will come and stay with me, but other than that, I’ll need to talk to someone about something that isn’t baby related.”

“I can totally call or text you often,” Lux nodded once, humming happily as Shelly squeezed her gently. “I’ll miss you so it’s not like it’s gonna be hard to remember to do that.”

The blonde cooed a little. “You’ll be able to come and see me when you’re not touring, I think.”

“Until you pop,” Lux gently, almost affectionately, patted Shelly’s stomach. “Then I’d imagine that you’re not gonna want visitors for a little bit?”

“Mm, I don’t know, I’ll have to talk to the doctors about that,” she shook her head. “I’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

“You do still have a few months.”

Shelly nodded. “But I’m not replacing you, honey. I’m not gonna stop caring about you and loving you.”

Lux sniffled a little.

“You’re just gonna have to share Mama Cat a little bit more,” Shelly said into Lux’s hair with a bit of a grin. “And you’re a good girl, I know you can do that.”

The drummer whined a tiny bit before huffing at herself for doing so, shifting away from the pregnant woman to sit up a bit more. But, she took Shelly’s hand, squeezing it gently.

“I mean, you already have to share me with everyone else, Frank and Gerard especially.”

Lux blushed a little bit before clearing her throat. Shelly noticed and giggled, squeezing her hand back.

“Yeah, I regret my word choice too,” Shelly grinned a bit more. “Damn baby hormones.”

“Shush,” Lux hushed, shaking her head.

“But,” Shelly lifted Lux’s chin again. “I promise I’m not going anywhere, Mercy.”

Lux pouted, though she knew that Shelly (and Mikey, actually) only really used her legal name when they were really serious about things.

“I promise I’m not gonna abandon you, sweetheart,” Shelly repeated gently, cupping Lux’s cheek. “It’ll be a bit weird for a bit, I admit that, but I’m never gonna not want you around. I love you too much. Okay?”

“Okay,” Lux whispered with a nod.

“Want another hug?”

“Yes please.”

“C’mere then,” Shelly held her arms out, wrapping them around Lux when she snuggled in. “Feel better?”

Lux nodded before putting a hand on Shelly’s bump again. “I think so.”

“You’re really special and important to me, Mercy,” Shelly watched Lux’s fingers stroking her bump. “I can have a whole football team’s worth of kids and you’ll still be my first kitten.”

She looked up at Shelly and grinned. “And with the way you and Gerard are, especially with the way he looks at you now, that’s very much a possibility!”

They both giggled for a moment before Shelly tutted at her.

“Naughty kitten,” she petted Lux’s hair for a moment.

She was about to say more but the baby moved again. This time, however, instead of being surprised, Lux just smiled.

“You’re gonna be such a good mom, Shell,” she said. “I can’t wait to meet them so I can tell them all about how we see you. About how wonderful their mama is.”

“And to teach them how to be a bit of a menace, I hope?” Shelly tilted her head. “A bit of self defence from their favourite Aunt?”

Lux looked up at the mom-to-be with wide, hopeful eyes. “You think I’ll be the favourite?”

“Of course. If you’re mama’s favourite relative -”

“Aside from their dad,” Lux grinned.

“Aside from their dad,” Shelly shook her head with a smile. “If you’re mama’s favourite, you’ll be baby’s favourite.”

Lux hummed a little bit and focused on gently petting Shelly’s stomach for a few moments.

“That help?” Shelly whispered. “You feel better?”

Lux nodded before sighing softly. “I’m sorry Shell…”

“Oh no sweetheart, it’s okay. I think I’d be nervous about it too if the roles were reversed.”

“I didn’t need to bother you with it though, you’ve got so much on your mind at the moment.”

Shelly pulled Lux to settle next to her again. Lux leant her head against Shelly’s shoulder and hummed happily when Shelly took her hand.

“I’d rather you came to me to talk about it sooner rather than later,” Shelly admitted. “I wouldn’t want you to sit on it and feel worse and worse, you know?”

Lux nodded against Shelly’s collarbone/shoulder area. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely darling,” Shelly kissed the top of Lux’s head. “Absolutely.”

Lux sighed happily. “Thanks Shell. I feel a lot better now.”

“Good. You wanna stay here until you’re called back again?”

“Yes please.”

“Alright,” Shelly moved to put her phone on a surface, making sure it wasn’t on silent first. “You wanna take a nap or something?”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Lux shifted a bit. “But you can’t lie on your back. I don’t have much in the boob department, but you can lean on me.”

Shelly giggled a little bit and eventually the girls managed to get comfortable. Lux was fairly happy to be able to look after Shelly for once, though she did worry about hurting Shelly or the baby, but Shelly managed to reassure her and they settled down to rest together until Lux was needed again, or until the guys returned, whichever came first.

It turned out to be the latter - the guys returned to the bus to see the women snuggled up together, Shelly leaning against Lux for once, the drummer cuddling the blonde protectively. More importantly, they were resting. Which, ultimately, is what they all wanted for Shelly in the first place.

#She Speaks #She Writes #my fanfic #MCR fanfic #well - kinda

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rickety-bonez · 11 months ago

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Gotta rant about mcr when we were young old people because im crying.

It was so horrordrag, gross disgusting, disturbing, its everyone that reduces mcr to their young year’s fault that they have to perform something like this. Biggest fuck you ever. You have to think about the intentionality here! Those facial prosthetics would have needed so much planning. The wigs that ray and frank wore would have taken days to complete. They went up there and fucking killed it. And then to end it with VAMPIRE MONEY???? OFF OF DANGER DAYS??? THE ALBUM EVERYONE HATED???? THE ALBUM THAT SO MANY OF THE PEOPLE WATCHING THAT SHOW RIGHT THEN HATED??? OK? VAMPIRE MONEY?? THE BIG FUCK THE INDUSTRY AND THE WAY THEY TREAT ARTISTS SONG??? COOL??GREAT I GUESS? IDK HOW I WAS SUPPOSED TO MOVE ON FROM THAT????

😦❓

RAY TORO 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

THEY ARE SO FUNNY FOR THIS ‼️

I cry about this photo . Sometimes. (Seriously)

NOTHING??? BUT??? THE BEST????

I NEED TO SEE RAY TORO. MORE OFTEN. THE LACK OF RAY TORO IS NOT COOL.

Sometimes i regret for my chem st wwwy next year but. I have to see them all.

#ignore frank selling his wig from that show for 200$ a couple months after #😟 god i love frank but hes so gen x millennial father #frank iero #my chemical romance #mcr #wwwy fest #mcr Vegas #wwwy 2023 #gerard way #ray toro

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dragonmarquise · 4 months ago

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BRC MerMay Ideas

And now for my BRC MerMay headcanons!! Like I mentioned in the poll, every year I try to do a drawing for MerMay, which is usually just a mermaid version of a favorite character. I’m hoping to do something for BRC next year, so I’ve got a bunch of ideas for mermaid versions for almost every character!

Benni, the Oldheads, and Berlage are not here, but maybe they can stay as humans in this… I guess it’s basically a MerMay/mermaid AU by this point, lol

Starting with the main cast:

Tryce = red snapper

Bel = floating bell jellyfish (Get it, bell, Bel, lol)

Vinyl = sailfish, probably the Atlantic sailfish in particular

Felix = coelacanth (for headcanons-derived-from-implied-lore reasons, hee hee...)

DJ Cyber = manta ray, specifically the giant manta ray because they're cool as hell

Solace = garden eel! He pops in and out of the sand.

Solace: *popping out of the sand* Hello friends! How are y-- Tryce: You get back in that sand hole, or so help me-- Solace: *going back into the sand* Oh, okay, sorry!!

I’m sorry, I just find the idea funny, lol

Some bonus BRC members plus Escher:

Rave = wahoo

Mesh = threadfin butterflyfish

Shine = sunshinefish (was originally going to make her a sunfish, but I decided to be nice to her :P )

Rise = leopard seal

Coil = rainbow wrasse

Rietveld = orca

Escher = whale shark with prosthetic tail (I headcanon that the original Escher has non-cybernetic prosthetic legs, below the knees, so that’s getting carried over to his MerMay design)

Okay so also! With Rietveld and Escher in this weird AU, they used to be humans (Cops? Part of a navy who tried to hunt mermaids maybe?) who said “Screw this, we won’t be the bad guys anymore!!” and found a way to turn into mermaids. I guess. :P

So moving on, for the rival characters from here, besides DOT EXE, the seasons in parentheses indicate which in-game palette corresponds to that character. Just so you know!

The Franks = stitched together of different sharks and dolphins!

Bill (spring) = common dolphin + lemon shark

Charles (summer) = dusky dolphin + blue shark

Michael (autumn) = Commerson’s dolphin + thresher shark

Larry (winter) = bottlenose dolphin + leopard shark

Flesh Prince = Atlantic spotted dolphin (Spots and freckles!!)

Eclipse = all octopi

Vela (spring) = common octopus

Aquila (summer) = blue ringed octopus

Lyra (autumn) = mimic octopus

Cassiopeia (winter) = giant pacific octopus

DOT EXE = Robo fish mermaids!! So not specific fish species here, just general shapes/appearances basically.

Twoson (two ball) and Fourside (four ball) = robo guppies

Cinco (five ball) = robo sailfish

Neun (nine ball) = robo stingray

Eight Ball = robo shark

Jūrō (ten ball) = robo eel

Quatorze (fourteen ball) = robo octopus

Cueball = robo dolphin

Devil Theory = all sharks (more specifically picked species that have been most commonly reported in shark attacks)

Sai (spring) = great white shark (the guy with the anger problems of course gets the shark with the most reported bites :P )

Nunchaku (summer) = tiger shark

Daishō (autumn) = blacktip shark (Not blacktip reef shark! That is actually a separate species)

Bō (winter) = bull shark

Fun fact! Leopard seals are apex predators, and are even known to eat sharks on occasion. This is why Rise is allowed in Devil Theory’s turf (waters?) in this MerMay AU, lol

FUTURISM = stingrays, like with DJ Cyber

Nyx (spring) = eagle ray

Jazz (summer) = bat ray

Veronica (autumn) = whiptail stringray

Quantum (winter) = electric ray (maybe the marbled one in particular?)

Bonus round of “Red is somehow a separate person from Felix and Faux” stuff because I like the idea of that (but not as a replacement for Felix, the hate I have seen against Felix just to prop up Red that I have seen in this fandom is ridiculous...)

Red = A red guppy! So then Faux was this before being defeated too of course. Red in this AU is like… a talking hermit crab taking shelter in the old Red helmet. Felix was putting the helmet back together to use as his new mask, and found Red.

He decided to let the crab have the helmet (especially since it needed it more than him, having a hard time finding an actual shell after being bullied by other hermit crabs) plus Faux's old body. Using the helmet and some advanced set up inside of it (probably with further modifications by the Flesh Prince and DJ Cyber), Red can use it to control the body just like any other mermaid! Huzzah!

Faux's head is found at some point later, miraculously still alive and well! He gets attached to a non-mermaid sea dragon at some point. Not an actual sea dragon, but a leafy seadragon. Basically the Flesh Prince and DJ Cyber tricked him into agreeing to the new body, omitting the “leafy” part, lmao

They promise to get him a proper mermaid body if he behaves and properly repents for what he did (he still killed Felix here and tried to kill the others before being stopped), but uh, suffice to say at the moment he's got a long way to go.

It doesn’t help that he keeps trying to outright steal his old body from Red. “Dude, you literally threw it away to try and steal Solace’s body!!” “Don’t care, give it back!!” lol

So yeah! That's all of what I have for MerMay ideas! Feel free to let me know what you think of these :D

#bomb rush cyberfunk #bomb rush cyberfunk headcanons #brc headcanons #Wren's BRC headcanons #pretty much every character is mentioned here I'm not gonna tag them all lmao...#MerMay #mermaid #mermaids #mermaid AU

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theno1joelhater · 1 month ago

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OH GOD NEW CGCU VIDEO. LONG FORM. EMILY WOKERSON STORYLINE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ok back to my normal thoughts (with spoilers btw)

timothy bichboy is a submissive and breedable bottom 🤯 (are you surprised? i’m not)

they added xavier child (or childe? who knows this was written right after the vid was posted). wonder how the guy who kept suggesting him feels. elated, most likely. (i don’t know what i was expecting for xavier’s voice but it wasn’t this) he also seems…reasonable? kind of?

“Tim, shut your trap for 15 seconds.” not a healthy relationship core!! also every time emily calls timothy tim i have a heart attack since i think she’s talking about iddboy and not bichboy

the throwing your kid thing. seemed like it’d be a gag but it’s not and i like that cam is taking it seriously instead of being dismissive.

the way timothy backed down so quickly…

when timothy catches the baby, he says “got him!” or something like that. he could be saying “got em!”, but it’s unlikely. this is proof that the baby uses he/him pronouns (/j, i think it means the baby is male. we’ll see next saturday i guess)

about xavier showing up—does this mean frank snitched on emily about the baby tossing? or is ray and max’s deal finally coming into fruition? oh i hope it’s the latter dude that would be so interesting. more of ray’s sinister side (that doesn’t relate to his name) and max actually doing something bad instead of being a criminal. maybe max will eventually turn against ray, and put value on things other than money. i need max harm character development and ray cist death (cam discussed this in a live prior).

also. xavier. he’s wearing the gus lighter shirt. the same one as gus lighter. this is clearly foreshadowing new gus lighter video gus lighter video im going insane he’s actually my favorite character i love him so much you could never comprehend he is my savior my light in the darkness my hope my dreams my life i need him

#cameron geller cinematic universe #cgcu #cameron geller #how do all my rants end in gus lighter worship??#it’s like every single one of them #might have to start a cult #fabio’s got nothing on us lighter fluid #anyways timothy and emily are such couple whatever the opposite of goals are #couple fails #girlboss x malewife gone wrong #they both need better #oh god i just thought of max betraying ray because he loves emily and doesn’t want to go against her what is wrong with me #get out!!!!!!!!!#i fucking hate that!!!! get emily a girlfriend or something #and give timothy gender affirming surgery /lh #transfem timothy still holds. she’s a girl now

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magicalqueennightmare · 2 years ago

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Sins & Amends Chapter 8

(Gif by @ banditthewriter)

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary : Frank knows just what to say to light a fire under Billy. Maria confronts you about your feelings at the same time

A few days turned into two weeks since you had any communication with Billy. You were used to radio silence during Frank's deployments so you really weren't that worried. You had work, the kids, Maria and Curtis to fill your time.

Billy on the other hand found his mind drifting to you whenever he had down time. Alice's teasing has stuck with him. What if you found someone? Someone that could admit how they felt about you? That didn't have a reputation like he did? That didn't start life out as a gutter rat and scraped and clawed just to find some sort of footing.

You deserved the best. From the first day he met you his interest was perked and that was before he got to know you.

Over time he'd seen you cry, seen you laugh until you got hiccups. He'd saw the way your face looked illuminated by the first rays of sunlight in the morning. He'd fell asleep with you tucked up next to him either watching movies, by a campfire a few times or just enjoying each other's company. He'd heard your worst fears and your greatest dreams. He'd sat listening as you described lives you'd saved and wouldn't take the compliment of him calling you a hero brushing it off as saying it was just your job.

Somewhere along the way he'd fallen harder than he ever thought he would for anyone. Whether it was the way you smiled when you would brush his hair back from his face or how you'd gently encourage him to talk about the things that ran through his head instead of bottling them up.

He'd seen the way you were always there for Maria when she needed a shoulder, how you jumped in to help Curt with his physical therapy and rehab. You were the most compassionate and caring person he'd ever met and beautiful on top of all that. He truly didn't see how you were still single.

A small part of him hoped maybe you were waiting on him but then the rest of him was quick to remind himself that how would that be fair to you?

"Bill!" He blinked a few times then turned in his cot to look at Frank "What?" "I've called your name four damn times. What the hell has you all spun up?" Frank asked propping himself up on his elbow. "Nothing man"

He hoped Frank would let it go at that cause god knows he wasn't exactly feeling all sharing is caring at the moment. "Yea that nothing got a name or should I guess? I'm willing to bet a hundred I'd get it right on the first try" that made him sit up "what you going on about Frankie?"

He didn't miss the grin that slipped onto Frank's face "Just thinking out loud" "about whatever is on my mind?" Frank shrugged "That and wondering whether or not Y/N went out with that truck lieutenant what's his name"

"Hunter?" Billy couldn't hide the annoyance he felt at the mention of the guy. He'd been sniffing around you for the last two months before this most recent deployment. He was around Billy's height but that was where the similarities ended. He was blonde, blue eyed and seemed more suited to be surfing the coast in California than working for the FDNY.

"Yea Maria said he had asked her out the last time I talked to her. Dunno if she agreed or not" he said it nonchalantly on purpose as he turned as if to get comfortable to go to sleep but had to stifle a laugh when a pillow smacked him in the head "The fuck was that for Bill?" He asked chunking the pillow back and slinging his feet around to be facing his friend.

Billy was trying to hold his tongue but he was a bit too annoyed to do so. "You've went two weeks without telling me that? God damn Frankie. What if she went out with him? Fuck man. She deserves better than some pretty boy smoke eater" Frank was grinning by that point despite seeing how much Billy was fuming. "Well damn Bill who'd you have in mind for her?"

Billy stopped mid rant and actually looked at Frank long enough to realize he'd just let his tongue loosen enough to tell on himself. "How long have you known?" "That you're crazy for her? A while. It's not hard to see to anyone except you and her apparently"

"Shit. What the hell am I supposed to do?" It was a simple enough question but it made Billy want to flinch at how pathetic he sounded. Fuck he was Billy the beaut. He had women stepping on each other at bars for his attention why the hell was it so difficult to face his feelings for you? "Maybe in two days when communication is back up you call her? Talk to her?" Frank was staring at him now and it took every ounce of self control to not look away. Instead he nodded "Yea I think I need to man up"

"Attaboy. Now how's about you shut the hell up so I can get some sleep?" Frank said with a grin before flopping back onto his cot which creaked at the sudden movement. "Yea get your beauty sleep Frankie. God knows you need it" Billy barely ducked before Frank's boot zipped over his head.

You laughed watching Lisa slide around the corner in her socks giggling. She was supposed to be in bed twenty minutes ago but well bedtimes were supposed to be a little relaxed on weekends weren't they?

You'd finally bribed her and Frank Jr with promises of pancakes come morning if they wouldn't give their mom too hard of a time. You felt bad because you hadn't been able to stay over as much as you normally would during a deployment but the station house was a paramedic down so that meant you had to pick up a few more shifts.

A new girl had been hired and fit in beautifully with the existing team so that meant your schedule could go back to normal. You'd missed Alice as your partner full time and you missed spending as much time with Maria as the kids.

"Night aunt Y/N!" She called down the stairs and you could hear Maria rounding her up for a reading of "One batch, two batch" so you decided to clean up the kitchen.

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You had just finished putting away the last of the dishes when you heard Maria's quiet footsteps coming down the stairs and turned towards her with a smile "Munchkins sleeping?" She nodded "They were both so wound up from the thought of getting to spend an entire weekend with aunt Y/N"

You grinned and did a mock curtsy "I apologize ma'am" she rolled her eyes at your actions "Grab the wine out the fridge I'll get the glasses"

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Later the two of you were curled up on the couch watching a movie and you noticed she kept glancing your way so you finally paused the movie and turned to face her pulling your feet up underneath you "Yes Mrs Castle is there something you'd like to share with the class?"

She shrugged then said "Communication should be back up for the guys soon" you knew her well enough to know her fishing for something tone but chose to let her wade deeper into whatever she was getting at. "Yea. They've been radio silent for two weeks. I wanna make sure Frank's in one piece. If he gets hurt i may just kill him myself"

"What about Billy?" She asked eyeing you over the brim of her wine glass and you knew what she was getting at. You'd been side stepping it since Hunter had asked you out a few weeks before. He was cute and sweet. A bit of a goofball at times but it was nice. He was genuinely a good guy but you just couldn't see yourself with him. Why? Oh because you were hung up on Billy and the feelings you had unintentionally developed for him.

"Yea I want him to come home in one piece too" you finally admitted and she grinned "Are you two ever gonna realize that you've practically been a couple for nearly a year now without all the fun stuff?" "Ria!!" You nearly hollered then caught yourself remembering the kids were asleep.

She locked her gaze on you and it was everything you could do to not squirm. "I've known you for many many years Y/N. I've seen you happy, I've seen you sad, I've seen you pissed. The way you look at Billy, how comfortable you are around him hell it even transcends how you are with Frank and Curt and those two consider you a little sister. All I'm saying is that it's apparent he makes you happy and that you make him happy. I can tell and more importantly he talks to Frank or rambles as Frank put it. You two need to take that leap. I think it could be worth the risk"

"And if it's not?" You asked in a quiet voice so she pulled your head over on her shoulder "Then I'll make good on my initial threat to him concerning you" and that mental image alone was enough to make a small laugh escape your lips.

You tried to push Maria's words out your head as you filled the next two days with her and the kids but when Sunday night and you were back in your apartment getting ready for work the following day all your nerves managed to hit at once.

You were checking over your med bag when the chime starting going off from your laptop alerting you to a video chat request coming through. You sat your bag down next to your dresser and slowly walked over to your bed as if you were approaching a wild animal more than a dell.

You smiled when you saw Billy's face and self consciously ran a hand through your hair even as you hit the button to accept. A moment later the screen gave way to an image of him smiling back at you "Y/N you're a sight for sore eyes" you bit your cheek to keep the blush from spreading across your face and mentally kicked Maria for getting under your skin before saying "I see you're still in one piece. That's very good news. I assume Frank is too?"

He grinned "Yes ma'am. Here's across the room talking to Maria and the kids. How are you? Anything new?" "I know now two new disney songs thanks to Lisa and I delivered a baby the same night I talked to you last" you replied with a smile sliding up further on the bed to get comfortable before pulling the computer into your lap.

"Anything else?" He asked with a tilt of his head those dark eyes making you lose any train of thought you may have had. "Um nothing notable" you answered after a moment hoping he hadn't noticed you simply staring at him. Jesus Maria and Alice in your ear had really messed with your head. You'd seen him practically naked due to bad communication of shower times at the cabin before and didn't stare this much ok maybe you did but he hadn't noticed and hell who could blame you?

"Alice still on you about being single? Cause i hear one of the firemen at your station house asked you out?" He said it like he was asking you what the weather was like but you didn't miss the slight tick in his jaw when he spoke so you decided to test of Maria's theory. If she was right that would be wonderful and if she was wrong well rejection would hurt less with so much distance and another five months between you.

"Oh yeah Hunter asked me out a couple weeks ago. You remember him right he's the truck lieutenant on rescue squad" you tentatively said and could see his jaw clench more. Fighting to keep yourself calm at the proposition of Maria being right you continued "He's a pretty chill guy to work with. He's always so sweet to anyone during calls and he even helps restock the rig if we need anything from the supply closet while we're counting down plus I mean he's not exactly ugly" it was true Hunter was an attractive guy.

You felt your heart jump when Billy cut you off by saying "Well shit if good ol Hunter is so amazing why aren't you off with him instead of wasting time talking to me?" You could see he was about to go into a full blown rant so before he could you confessed "because I'd pick you over any man in New York City any day of the week Russo"

He paused, a smile slowly working it's way onto his face "What'd you say?" "I'd pick talking to you over being with any other man in New York City" you repeated chewing your bottom lip from nerves.

"So I take it you didn't say yes when he asked you out?" He pushed and you shook your head "Told him no. He's a good guy but he's not my type. He was understanding about it"

You wanted to cry from just how exposed you felt. You were putting a years long friendship on the line not to mention your heart. "Well what is your type then?" You swallowed hard when he asked but figured it was now or never. "Well someone who's brave, who doesn't mind fighting for what he believes in. Handsome and knows it, a bit cocky about his looks at times but still a sweetheart deep down. Someone who would hold me for hours after a bad call and make sure I wasn't alone even if I insisted I was ok"

Your gaze fell to your hands as you felt a blush warm your cheeks. Several seconds passed during which you wanted to find a hole to climb into before he spoke again "Sounds like you've got a pretty solid idea of who you want" you nodded still not looking at the screen until he added "Well I'm sure you'd be interested to know I've already met who I want to be with too"

Your eyes flew up to the screen and your heart felt like it was on the verge of either exploding or crumbling and which one rested solely on the next words to come out his mouth "Tell me about her?" You asked quietly and he smiled softly "She's beautiful god the first day I met her she knocked the wind out of me with just how gorgeous she looked in shorts and an old t-shirt. She's braver than some of the men I serve with hell you gotta be running head first into situations like she does to try to help people. She jumped in feet first to be a surrogate parent to Frankie's kids when he can't be there. She backs those she loves with everything she has and would go through hell for anyone she considers family. Not to mention she is fucking adorable when she falls asleep leaning over on me"

You were fighting back tears of relief by that point. For so long you dreamed of Billy saying those things, of him wanting to be with you and now here he was saying it "Did she finally figure out how I feel?" He asked after a moment and you nodded "Yea she did" "So does that mean we're gonna give this a try? I've never really been a relationship type of guy but Y/N sweetheart I wanna be for you if you'll have me" you almost laughed at the honest look of uncertainty on Billy's face. You'd never really seen it on him before.

"Yea Billy I want you. I've wanted you for so long I just didn't want to fuck up the friendship we have" it felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest just saying those words. "Why have we both waited this long to tell each other?" He asked with a broad smile.

"Cause you're both idiots" Frank answered walking up behind Billy and giving him a playful shove then winked at the laptop "Y/N good to see you kid" "Hey Frank. You doing good?" You responded wiping your hand down your face. "Yea I'm good. I talked to Maria and the kids so I'm great. Tell me one thing though did you and Bill get on the same page cause I'm tired of watching a grown man pining over someone. It's kind of pathetic but pretty funny when it comes down to it"

For only like the third time since you met him you saw a blush spread across Billy's face before he said "Ok Frankie your time is up. Go call Curt and annoy him" then shoved him out of view of the screen. You tried and failed to stifle a laugh "Wait I want Frank back! I wanna hear about you pining over me. Come on Billy if you're gonna be with me the least you can do is give me a confidence boost" you teased.

He rolled his eyes then met your gaze with a look that made your stomach flip with unspoken promises "Oh sweetheart I'll do anything you want once I'm home but yes for your peace of mind I was a bit bitchy thinking about you with that damn fireman"

"Hunter" you supplied the name and he wrinkled up his nose like he smelled something foul "Yea him. But now I know you feel the same way about me. Hell for the first time I've got someone to come home to" "On one condition" you added and saw a look of confusion go through his eyes "which is?" "I get a kiss the moment you get to my side" you answered and the look you got in response was enough to make you bite your bottom lip but not from nerves this time "Where do you want that kiss?" He asked and you had to swallow hard for a moan to not escape you. "Billy Russo. You're supposed to wine and dine me before you try to seduce me"

He shrugged "I've still got a few months before that so why not get a head start on the seducing part" you shook your head but couldn't keep the smile off your face. Billy really did want you and now it was just the wait to get him home.

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thorns-and-rosewings · 1 year ago

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Time to post some Seraphim AU🔥 Character Information!

(Like I have mentioned, I have a bit of brainrot from this idea sooo... I guess it's time to give the characters in this AU bit more of a proper introduction. Warning this is quite long because I always overdo my writing.)

Let's start with Canon Eclipse, after getting his dumb ass stuck in Seraphim Eclipse's Universe...

-The satellite blast didn't kill him, as Nice Eclipse (Solar) told Moon, he built the satellite in a month... Something could go wrong. Which it did, rather than just blasting Canon Eclipse to dust, it punched him clean into another dimension. Severely damaging both him and the Newton Star.

-An energy blast punched right through Seraphim Eclipse's roof and deposited the damaged remains of Canon Eclipse into the ballpit. Scaring the absolute bejesus out of both Seraphim Eclipse and all the kids in the daycare.

-Upon realizing that there looked like another version of himself, albeit much smaller and without wings, Seraphim Eclipse took him to his workshop in order to investigate what this was all about.

-To clarify his damages, Canon Eclipse's legs and right arm had been blown clean off and his torso and rays were damaged. Thankfully all his pieces made the trip and could be re-attached.

-His remains were strapped to a table and Seraphim Eclipse proceeded to hook him up to his computer and go through his mind...

-That wasn't fun.

-He woke up three-quarters of the way through the process. Only to meet his alternate self looking through his memories and additional files... And got a very unamused look from the larger animatronic.

-He got put back into unconsciousness pretty quickly.

-When he wakes up again he finds his body repaired and meets his alternate more properly. Which... Honestly doesn't go all that well.

-Pretty much Seraphim Eclipse explains that he's in his universe and he has no way to get back to his own... Which to be frank is probably a good thing, given how he acts.

-Canon Eclipse unfortunately is... Well, Canon Eclipse and starts being the asshole that he is and stupidly starts threatening the bigger version of himself. Which results in Seraphim Eclipse attaching a collar of sorts to his neck that can both shock and freeze up his body to prevent him from doing things. As he doesn't want this jerk sabotaging his life and work.

-Canon Eclipse is forced to to become a janitor and boy does he hate it.

-Things get worse when he realizes that Seraphim Eclipse took his designs for Bloodmoon and Lunar and begins constructing his own versions.

-He has one hell of a tantrum because of this, which Seraphim Eclipse refers to him as a brat for it.

-Gets even more frustrated when this Bloodmoon DOESN'T turn out like his did.

-...he tries very hard to avoid the new version of Lunar outright...

-Overall he's angry. He's angry at the situation he's in. Angry that he's powerless and likely not going to be able to return to his home universe... But the thing that enrages him the most is how Seraphim Eclipse gets to have all the things that Canon Eclipse secretly wanted. Things that he WOULDN'T have without having STOLEN it all from him.

-He's just... In a very bad place.

Next up is Seraphim Eclipse!🔥

-Once he aquires the Pizzaplex and implements the changes he desires, it should be noted that everything runs far more smoothly and efficiently. For both the human and animatronics that work there.

-Far less health and safety code violations.

-His skills for hacking and creating false identities and establishing various contacts is put to good use and he creates a fictional persona of 'Fredrick Bearson' for Freddy. So that he can essentially become Gregorys adoptive father. And even sets up a comfortable apartment for them in another section of the Pizzaplex.

-This undoubtedly comes from his programing in regards to taking care of children; in this case a very roundabout way and recognizing that the boy was in better hands with Freddy than he was living on the street homeless.

-When dealing with the children in the daycare, he's extremely patient and takes everything very easy. He can be firm if he needs to be, such as putting some children in time-out, but his calm easy-going demeanor makes him very good with his job.

-He is EXTREMELY claustrophobic. Due to his trauma of being locked away and trapped within his body, he has severe issues with enclosed spaces to the point that he will have panic attacks and could even become violent in his attempts to free himself from any sort of 'confinement.'

-That being said, he refuses to acknowledge he has a problem and just tries to shrug the past and its pain off. Like it's over and not going to affect the future.

-He's in denial he needs help.

-He also fully realizes how dangerous it is to keep Canon Eclipse around . But... He cannot help but feel immense pity for him and even sees the sickening possibility that he could have ended up just like him. Bitter and hateful. So in a way he hopes that he might somehow find a way to actually help him.

-He has good intentions but not always the best execution...

-In that regards, his more negative aspects are that he is known to carry grudges and he has a LONG memory. Pissing him off is a very bad idea because he can also be vengeful and in some instances... Capable of excessive cruelty.

-His more negative qualities mercifully don't surface often.

-His most treasured possession is his sword, which is a Nodaichi. One crafted by an expert craftsman from Feudal Japan. It was given to him by Twila, Cassie's aunt.

-She obtained the sword from someone who was throwing out all of his grandfather's possessions and unaware of exactly what he was disposing of... and once thrown out, Twila scavenged it and prepared to list it on eBay.

-Seraphim Eclipse is fully aware of how valuable such an item is, as genuine 'Real' swords can be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. He was reluctant to accept it, but Twila pointed out she would rather have her niece safe than money. He eventually accepted and has treasured it since.

-Nodaichi swords are typically two handed weapons, but Seraphim Eclipse is strong enough to wield it with one hand. He has a fighting style that varies between one handed and two handed. Often if one hand is free he will use that hands flamethrower.

-He fully acknowledges he is modeled after an angel and now owns a sword that he knows how to wield. He is the embodiment of the meme 'I have the power of God and Anime on my side!' and he gets a good laugh out of it.

-Unlike Canon Eclipse, he builds his Bloodmoon and Lunar not to be tools, but to be his brothers and he adores them both. But occasionally he butts heads with Bloodmoon due to his rash behavior and at some of his Lunar's more mischievous antics.

-"I love you both to the moon and back... But damnit if there aren't some days I want to leave you up there..."

-That being said, picking a fight with them is a great way to get on his bad side very quickly.

-When his Lunar's magic begins to affect him, the first thing that happens is his wings are reconstructed and become far more 'Bio-Mechanical' in nature. He gains the ability to fly and with six wings he is not only fast, but can turn on a dime.

-He also becomes fireproof, and his flamethrowers no longer seem to need to be refilled. Rather function in a more magical means. The way he wields his fire powers is similar in motions to a firebender from Avatar.

Now for Arc Bloodmoon

-As soon as Seraphim Eclipse activated him, Canon Eclipse dove for cover behind a table, expecting the worst... And this Bloodmoon immediately shot straight up and raced outta the workshop. But it was because he was created with a high amount of excess energy. And he just starts parkouring around the daycare.

-He initially appears to be harmless. Just extremely high energy with the equivalent of ADHD.

-Like Seraphim Eclipse, he works in the daycare and his high energy and playful nature make him a huge hit with the kids. Often wearing them down so they are ready for naptime. Which he himself might join them on. As he tends to fall asleep in random places when his energy gives out.

-He only has two wings, but his wings were built to be functional in flight. When he doesn't need them he can drape them over his shoulders to make it look like he's wearing a cloak. He also has the same type of 'tail' that Seraphim Eclipse has.

-However... Things don't really remain quite so simple in this instance.

-It becomes obvious that he definitely is more aggressive than Eclipse is. Get him to the point he wants to fight and it's very difficult to get him to stop.

-His playful antics go over well with virtually everyone he knows... But then he started trying to tease Canon Eclipse, but it ended with Canon Eclipse snapping that he's going to turn into a murderous double personality freak and he's going to laugh when he starts killing innocents for fun.

-That froze him down to his core...

-He proceeded to look through the data on his brothers computer and saw what Canon Eclipse meant... What he was modeled after... And it deeply disturbed him.

-Worse yet he had started to develop a deep bloodlust and craving for blood.

-...he has to restrain himself all the time...

- Eventually he finds that Strawberry Jam acts as a decent substitute for his blood cravings. Maybe it's just a mental trick, or just internal desperation, but he consumes A LOT of it. He will however hunt down rats and rip them apart for their blood on the occasion that the jam doesn't quell the craving.

-When they start having interdimensional adventures he is able to channel his aggression much better in fighting enemies and Eclipse realized he would fight better with a weapon or two.

-Seraphim Eclipse takes him to Twila, who not only owns the scrapyard, but also does custom forging swords/daggers as a side job. To order him custom swords.

-When Bloodmoon sees her... He immediately becomes smitten.

-His wings flutter around her a lot...

-He grows to visit Twila quite often and they become a good friends. Which is beneficial because there are idiots who break into her scrapyard. And he has FUN scaring them off.

-He does bite people...

-He also develops a sort of friendship with the displaced Sun/Moon/Eclipse that live at the scrapyard.

-Being at the scrapyard lessens his secret bloodlust.

-Twila eventually gets him his scarf, which he never takes off... Accept when his brothers fight to get it off him on laundry day. And even then he doesn't leave the laundry room.

-When he gets his katanas, his style of fighting is that he will just slice his opponents apart. He gets joy and satisfaction from spilling his enemies blood and will feed on it.

-Internally though, he's stressed. As he is deeply afraid that he might lose control of himself and kill and maim people like Canon Eclipse's Bloodmoon.

-He DOES have a second personality that had just been napping a lot during his initial awakening. When it had just started to be active is when Canon Eclipse snapped at him and when they both learned about their... counterpart...

-The second personality... chose... To just stay hidden. In an effort to prevent their combined fear of turning into a monster from coming true.

-But he is so alone...

-When the primary personality goes to sleep the secondary personality occasionally takes control and might eat more strawberry jam on toast rather than just straight bread. Or... Might pick up and hug their Lunar for seemingly no reason. Or randomly go to where Seraphim Eclipse is sleeping and wrap one of his wings around himself.

-There is a way to tell which personality is active though. Their heterochromia... When the secondary personality takes control, their eye colors flip. This and their fighting style seems to become more feral if possible.

-Finally when Lunar's magic starts affecting their lives, Bloodmoon is unaffected. He doesn't develop any sort of magical powers.

-The irony of this is that he does have a desire to create or find a star to use for his own personal reasons.

And finally, Cherubim Lunar

-When Seraphim Eclipse is constructing his version of Lunar he is also looking over the damaged Newton Star that, through the memories of Canon Eclipse, he learned this... Star... Is extremely powerful, but useless in this universe. However... He begins to try and modify it. But ends up fragmenting it to pieces which mostly fizzle out. Still somewhat curious if any effect at all could be had, he collects the fragments and uses them as he builds a custom heavy duty battery. Which he uses for Lunar.

-The immediate effect is that all of his internal wiring begins to glow the color of soft blue moonlight.

-And his Lunar awakens with a cute yawn and stretch.

-Seraphim Eclipse just shrugs. No longer caring if it actually did anything. Just hugs his new little brother.

-This Lunar is built to be like a Cherubim, which are actually angels of Mercy. Playing further into this, Lunar has an incredible amount of sympathy for people. Even the individuals who Seraphim Eclipse would have given up on. He can see if there is even a tiny light left inside of a person.

-He has, almost from the moment of his creation, had access to vast amounts of magic. Also seemingly just knowing how to use it without training.

-His powers appear to primarily be 'Healing' even to mechanical beings. In fact this ability is so potent that it can also trigger mutations, such as making machines more 'Bio-Mechanical' such as his mutating Seraphim Eclipse's wings to the point they function and allow him to actually fly. The feathers actually growing and shedding (And the sheddings having magical residue within them.) And in some instances, he can even revive a completely destroyed animatronic. But the catch is that it will not be to their original design, but instead to whatever mental image Lunar has for the new body.

-Here's looking at you Killcode...

-While his magic is potent in his own dimension, but in other dimensions he is much more limited and can completely drain himself if not careful. How much energy he expends can truly wreck his systems if he overdoes it. Eerily similar to star power...

-The glowing star on his tail can separate from him and will randomly float around him until he wants it to reattach. No explanation is ever given about this.

-Also jokes that he regularly converses with stars. And that he likes most of them. (Might not be a joke...)

-Seems to have a desire to help Canon Eclipse even more than Seraphim Eclipse does. Though Canon Eclipse goes out of his way to avoid him.

-His desire to help him doesn't mean that he won't confront him with some very hard truths. Which usually gets Canon Eclipse even more upset.

-Canon Eclipse has chased him away once with a broom...

-BAD DECISION; as Seraphim Eclipse was immediately upon him and was snarling at him while his sword was ready to behead his alternate in defense of his sibling.

-It scared the hell out of Canon Eclipse. Seeing Seraphim flip on a dime and become borderline manic. Given how large Seraphim is, that's a pretty horrifying image.

-Fortunately Lunar and Bloodmoon were able to pull Seraphim off of Canon. Bloodmoon commenting that Canon isn't even worth the energy for the kill.

-This was the first time that Lunar and Bloodmoon started to realize that their older brother... Wasn't completely alright.

-Life is frickin complicated no matter what universe your in appearently.

(Aaaand that's it. Holy hell that was a lot to write... In any case I hope this was interesting to read. 😅)

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m00ngbin · 7 months ago

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hey......... itd be a real shame if you started ranting about the demolition lovers and the stories and lore behind the mcr albums.........................

OH MY GOD YES IT WOULD BE. SUCH A SHAME.

Ok so everyone already knows that mcr like originally started in September of 2001 because Gerard Way and his brother Mikey Way were living in New Jersey when the twin towers fell and Gerard saw it happen because allegedly he was meeting with Cartoon Network executives about a cartoon idea he had and he was like "this was super traumatizing I'm going to start a band where I can vent everything out through songs." (Great idea)

So he starts the band with his brother, (bass), Ray Toro, (main guitarist and backup vocalist), and Matt Pelisser, (drummer), (mainly Matt Pelisser), and in 2002 they release their first album, (MY FAVORITE), I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love. (Eventually Frank Iero, (backup vocalist and rhythm guitarist), joins the band but he wasn't there when they formed. He WAS featured on two songs in Bullets though, Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For Both Of Us and Early Sunsets Over Monroeville).

The first song they ever wrote, Skylines and Turnstiles, is about Gerard's feelings about 9/11. It's technically the seventh track on the album but yk. STILL THE FIRST.

Most of Bullets is ab the band members' lives growing up and their experiences watching 9/11 but it's also where they start coming up with the storyline for the Demolition Lovers. ANRJSHEKRJ I LOVE THE DEMOLITION LOVERS

Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge/Demolition Lovers

Ok so the Demolition Lovers storyline is a little confusing and mostly up for interpretation. MY interpretation is that in the song Demolition Lovers, (from the Bullets album), the Lovers are running away from unknown people in the middle of a desert, where they're both shot.

The Demolition Man dies and goes to hell, while the Demolition woman ends up in a coma. (I THINK SHES IN A COMA BC OF THE DRAWING IN THE LINER ART FOR REVENGE WHERE SHES IN THE HOSPITAL).

Then the Revenge album picks up where Bullets left off and we learn that the Demolition Man is told by the devil that if he goes back to earth and kills 1000 evil men he'll be allowed to see the Demolition Woman again.

Of course the Demolition Man is so desperate to see the Demolition Woman again that he says yes, so he goes back to Earth and Give 'Em Hell, Kid starts the story.

He starts in New Orleans and takes a train to an unspecified other place to begin the task. He's really remorseful about it, but he gets super drugged up to stay awake while he finds these 1000 evil men. Atp the Demolition Woman starts feeling kind of abandoned bc I guess she never realized that he had died and she has no clue what he's doing.

The next song, I'm Not Okay, is supposed to touch on how the Demolition Lovers' relationship was kind of toxic and ALLEGEDLY this was originally supposed to be the last song on the album, where it ends with the Demo Man's suicide. Obviously we knew that the Demo Lovers didn't have the most stable relationship but this song was supposed to highlight how bad it was

In the song Ghost Of You, the Demo Man starts reflecting on his actions and how much he misses the Demo Woman. At this point he's worrying that either he won't be able to kill enough people or he'll just never be able to see her again.

Jetset starts with the Demo Man finally getting out of jail and finding a new partner for his killing spree. She wants the relationship to be more, but the Demo Man is still hung up on the Demo Woman. (Obviously, if he wasn't he wouldn't be doing all of this.) Both the Demo Man and the partner are addicted to drugs at this point, the Demo Man mainly so that he can stay awake and cope with what he's doing.

In Hang 'Em High he starts doubting that he can go through with killing all of these people and starts thinking that if he fails, the Demo Woman should go on without him. In Fashion Statement/Deathwish, he regains his confidence and gets much closer to his goal. He realizes though, that even if he does succeed death will eventually bring the Lovers apart again.

In between Fashion Statement/Deathwish and Cemetery Drive the Demolition Woman gets out of the hospital and kills herself. (Helena doesn't technically fit with most of the story but I like to think that it's the Demo Man going to her funeral).

In Cemetery Drive the Demolition Man visits her grave and finally gets to 999 evil men. It's at this point that he realizes that he's been tricked by the devil. He'd killed 999 evil men, but since the devil made him a murderer, he was the 1000th.

In For A Living the Demo Man accepts that he'll never be able to see the Demo Woman again and kills himself. He finally reaches 1000 evil souls and so he actually IS able to reunite with the Demolition Woman in hell.

ARKAHSGFJS. I LOVE THE DEMOLITION LOVERS STORY SO MUCH YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I LOSE MY MIND THINKING ABOUT THEM EVERY DAY. Also like. Disclaimer you don't want a relation like the Demolition Lovers had. I didn't get super into it but their shit was FUCKED UP. Every time I see someone say that they wish they and their bf are just like the demo lovers I have a "hm." moment bc like. Did you even listen to ANY of the songs mentioning them?? Did you read ab their lore?? Do you know ANYTHING about them???

I'm not a gatekeeper or anything I swear I just don't think people should be saying that they want a relationship just like that

OH I TOTALLY FORGOT, during the Bullets tour era Gerard had a faux leather jacket that he wore so often and didn't wash that it literally disintegrated because of his sweat. I think most people know that but what they don't know is that there were TWO leather jackets that he disintegrated. One of them completely fell apart and the other one just lost one of the arms

THE BLACK PARADE

Ok listen I love the back parade but I'm not going to say AS much about it bc I spent most of my time hyperfixated on the Demo Lovers story and Danger Days so I don't know everything. (REMEMBER EVERYTHING I SAY IS AN INTERPRETATION DONT YELL AT ME IF YOU THINK SOMETHING ELSE)

Ok so the album starts with The End, where we learn about The Patient. He's dying and he probably won't be missed, and we get a reflection of his life and his fear of dying.

In Dead!, we learn about The Patient's diagnosis and prognosis. He has cancer and he doesn't have very long to live, maybe two weeks at the MOST. The first verse of the song, ("Did you get what you deserve? The ending of your life," (not said by him)), suggests that maybe The Patient is kind of a piece of shit and he deserves to die. The Patient is deep in denial atp, he's refusing to acknowledge that he's dying but he also wants it to be over.

This Is How I Disappear has The Patient reach out to a past lover, letting them know that they'll be the only one to remember him, and he begs them to keep his memory alive. It's mentioned again that this guy has done horrible things, but we still don't know what yet.

In The Sharpest Lives, we see The Patient start trying to distract himself from his imminent death by partying and drinking. He wrecks what's left of his life and it ends up dragging other people down with him.

After this song, he sobers up and goes to the hospital, where the rest of the album takes place

WTTBP is where he starts reflecting on his life again and accepts that his life is about to be over. Death comes, but in the form of his favorite memory: a parade The Patient's dad had taken him to when he was younger. The Patient's dad had told him that he wanted him to grow up to be a good person, (whoops), and that he can't be by The Patient's side forever.

I Don't Love You has The Patient desperately trying to break off his relationship with his current partner. He knows that his death will be painful for both of them and he doesn't want his partner to have to watch him rot away. (He's being selfless?? Shocker)

In House Of Wolves we get a description of how he sees hell, where he knows he'll end up. Despite everything he doesn't want to burn for eternity. He knows he's a bad person, but he spends the song INSISTING that a lot of people aren't better than him. (Dude🧍)

In Cancer, now that his treatment has started, he feels ashamed of how the chemo is making him look. His hair is falling out, his lips are chapped and faded, he's pale and gaunt, etc etc. He looks like shit pretty much. He already feels dead. He starts thinking selflessly again, trying to say goodbye to his loved ones in a short heartfelt way so that it doesn't have to be long and drawn out and painful. He doesn't want to leave them behind but yk. Life's not fair and he knows it.

Mama FINALLY gives us what he did, and guess what it is. War crimes. He was involved in a war where he committed terrible acts. Things so bad that even his own mother rejects and disowns him. At the point he's at in Mama, he decides to write her a letter where he admits that he's a terrible man and a terrible son, and since he's dying he would like it if they could reconcile and talk.

In Sleep The Patient says that he doesn't regret what he's done, but he wants to leave it all behind and end his life on a high note.

Teenagers is a song that doesn't really fit with the rest of the album, and I'm pretty sure Gerard Way says that it's not the most relevant to the story. There's a couple lines about how The Patient was an outcast in highschool, but most of the song is ab the system trying to control kids and get them to conform.

In Disenchanted, his life starts flashing before his eyes and he reviews it like a movie. He gets really disappointed about his life and how it's ending. He talks about how he could have changed things and that honestly his life was pretty worthless bc he just waited for death.

In Famous Last Words, The Patient is supposedly talking to a loved one, but he's not sure if he's dreaming it bc he doesn't know if he's dead or alive atp. Either way he has accepted that he's dead or about to be and he's at peace with it. (Or as at peace with dying of cancer as you can be)

NOW HERES WHERE IT GETS SUPER INTERESTING. THERES A SPLIT ENDING. Blood is the one that Gerard Way considers the ACTUAL ending, but they also wrote Heaven Help Us as an alternative ending that's technically just as correct as Blood

In Blood, The Patient chooses to stay alive, even though he knows that there's no way he's going to get better. The doctors and nurses that are taking care of him pity him and are only keeping him around for the money.

In Heaven Help Us, he DOES end up dying. Atp he's waiting in purgatory for the verdict on whether he's going to heaven or hell (it's going to be hell)

YAYY BLACK PARADE DONE

Danger Days

AKDOFHADORN OK SO THE STORY LINE FOR DANGER DAYS IS KIND OF CONFUSING BC THERES THREE: THE ONE FOR THE ALBUM, THE ONE FOR THE MUSIC VIDEOS, AND THE ONE FOR THE COMICS

DID YOU KNOW THAT GERARD WAY IS A COMIC BOOK ARTIST AND AUTHOR TOO?? HE WROTE A COMIC BOOK FOR DANGER DAYS AND HE MADE UMBRELLA ACADEMY AND PENI PARKER IN THE SPIDERVERSE MOVIES

So in the album, the first half basically talks about fighting in the desert and recalling the events of the Helium wars (The Only Hope For Me is You). Pretty upbeat.

Then in the middle of the album (Traffic Report) Jet Star and Kobra Kid are apparently killed, leaving Party Poison and Fun Ghoul alive?

The second half of the album deals with more serious themes of sacrifice, the "message", desperation, and, (obviously), sticking it to the man. Vampire Money is the only track set in the "real world," which gets proven by the use of their real names in the opening.

The EP, The Mad Gear and Missle Kid, contains three songs by this fictional band that the Killjoys would have listened to while driving around. The three songs on it are: 1. sex with porno-droids, 2. hooking up with older men in punk clubs, and 3. makes a reference to drinking juice while killing, which is what Val Velocity says in the comic. She might have been copying Party Poison but idk.

In the music videos, (Na Na Na and Sing), the Fabulous Killjoys run around the desert with The Girl, killing dracs. Korse eventually catches up to them and there is a shootout where the Killjoys get stunned and The Girl gets kidnapped.

Then the Killjoys go on a suicide mission into Battery City to try and get her back. They find The Girl who has been held by The Director and fight to escape. During the fight, Party Poison realizes that there are actually people under the drac masks, (one is implied to be Cherri Cola, who was played by Jimmy Urine (ew)), and he freaks the fuck out.

Korse kills him first, and the other three are also killed while trying to escape. The Girl is rescued, (by DJ Hot Chimp? I think?), and goes back out to the desert.

The Killjoys are wrapped up in body bags, but there was supposed to be another music video after Sing (which was cut due to budget issues), and Gerard mentioned in an interview once that he thought the Killjoys never really die because they would sort of spontaneously regenerate like in a video game or something.

There are three parts to the comics. The first is about The Girl, and reveals that the reason the Killjoys protected her was that they believed she was like a messiah. The Killjoys are all long dead by now. This group of teenagers, the Ultra V's, has decided to model themselves after the Killjoys, and the story talks about The Girl's interactions with them and coming to terms with her destiny. It's a coming of age type thing.

The second part talks about two android prostitutes from Battery City, and how they escape.

The third part has Korse as the main character, and reveals that he is gay and he has to hide this from Battery City officials. It's mainly ab him trying to get freedom and escape as well.

The Foundations Of Decay

NEWEST MCR SONG OMFG. It came out in 2022 following MCR's 6-7 year hiatus and URGAHDHFJS ITS SO GOOD. From just the lyrics

"He was there the day the towers fell

And so he wandered down the road

And we would all build towers of our own

Only to watch the roots corrode"

I think at least that part is about Gerard and a callback to why he started the band in the first place.

The whole song is kind of about the band and their history and everything and URGAJHDHFISSH I love this song so much you don't understand. It's very reminiscent of the Bullets era but it's a lot more mature I think.

NOW FOR MY FAVORITE SONG EVER OF ALL TIME: OUR LADY OF SORROWS

Our Lady Of Sorrows is on the Bullets album and it's the best song from any era imo. It's about how far someone will go for their friends and it's a really aggressive way of basically saying that you would die for someone and that you would stand with them against anything.

The song was originally a demo called Bring Me More Knives, and it only had Gerard, Ray, and Matt playing on it. Allegedly Mikey loved the song so much that he managed to teach himself to play the bass decently enough in four days just to join the band and play it.

Some of the demos from (mainly) the Bullets era were called the Attic Demos because they were recorded in the Matt's attic

Matt got kicked out of MCR in 2004, (just after the Revenge album came out), because apparently he was caught stealing. He was replaced by Bob Bryar, and currently Jarrod Alexander is the drummer for MCR

Oh I feel like I should mention that nothing was glamorous ab any of the tours or the band members while they were touring before the hiatus. These were like traumatized 20 something year olds touring the country and doing drugs and becoming alcoholics and it pisses me off so badly when people try to make that era seem so great. There was an entire chunk of the Life On The Murder Scene documentary about Gerard Way struggling with alcoholism and how his hygiene was so bad bc he couldn't take care of himself. That's part of what that jacket disintegrated. Ofc it was also bc touring is disgusting and you don't get a lot of chances to shower and stuff but nothing ab any of that is glamorous

Oh but they're all a lot better now I think. Obviously I don't KNOW bc idk any of the band members but from what I've seen they all at least look better

#AKDLJFOAKF I COUKD AND WOULD ADD SO MUCH MORE BUT THIS IS SO LONG ALREADY #can you tell i like mcr #can you tell i was hyperfixated on it for three years #mcr #this is just a rant full of stuff that im sure a lot of people know already but yk #i fucking love my chemical romance #this is so cringe #idc

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