#so i went with goth because i think she's just trying to make her own way (nonconformist again) AND she's misunderstood

[gay-wh0re-slut]

Thank you so much for doing my angst request! It was so good!Can I request a new one? I’m in a mood for angst lately, but with smutty ending lol

Reader and Rhea have broke up a while ago, but Rhea is taking it harder than she thought she would. She hears that reader is going on dates (which is actually just to kill time and as an effort to move on, but Rhea doesn’t know that). She feels angry and jealous that she’s replaced so fast and confronts reader about it. During the argument things are getting heated and “somehow” they resolve the misunderstanding horizontally 😅

i’m so glad you liked it! I’m hoping it was the one with the prompt bc that one was fun to write. thank you for making another request!

after writing: it’s a bit more sad than angry bc i lowkey went thru this a while ago lmaooo so sorry bout that but i hope you like it hahahahahaoops and they’re not really horizontal but it’s still hot lmaoo

Over

rhea x fem reader

content: angst-ish with sad rhea, smutttttt, oral sexxxx, fingeringggg, hot buff goth woman kissing youuu ooooooo

It’s been two months since you and Rhea have broken up. The first month was hard on you but the second month you wanted to get your mind off of it so you decided to download all the dating apps you could think of. You’ve been on a few first dates and a few second dates but none have lived up to your expectations.

It has been really hard on the wrestler though. She claimed that she did it because she was getting so busy that she felt it wasn’t fair to you that she wasn’t able to be around as much as she wanted. So she decided to end things, unfortunately for her, she didn’t realize how much she relied on you to get away from all the buzz.

You haven’t spoken or texted Rhea for three weeks and it was hurting you, but she was the one to end things so why should I try? you thought. You and her had mutual friends that you would hang out with sometimes and they would try to tell you updates on her but you didn’t want to hear them.

“She really misses you,” they would say.

“Then she shouldn’t have left me,” said the anger stage of grief.

Part of you knew that the friends were telling her that you were going on dates and how you were doing but you didn’t care. You wanted to seem like the ‘bigger person’ and make it seem like you moved on.

One night, you had been chatting with a girl on one of the many dating apps and things were going suspiciously well so you set up a date for the next day, just to see. It was at a local coffee shop because you wanted it to be in public in case something went wrong.

You wore a long maroon, but sort of tight dress that showed off your curves just right, some light makeup, and your hair natural; you didn’t want to try too hard. The time came and you headed to the shop, ordered coffee and sat down at a small table in the corner.

People came and went and you were there for about twenty minutes, checking your phone and scrolling through social media. Because you were waiting for quite a while, you didn’t want to come off as someone who got stood up, so you decided to text her.

“You still coming?”

“Sorry, something came up, maybe another day?”

Of course. This wasn’t the first time this happened and it sure wouldn’t be the last.

“All good,” was the only thing you said. You didn’t like putting effort into something that wasn’t going to go anywhere. If they wasted your time, then they don’t care about you, your friend would say, but something seemed off.

You brushed it off, drank your coffee and enjoyed your time alone, it was nice. You rarely went out by yourself, so it was good for a change.

You finally finished your latte, so you head back home. To your surprise, there was a familiar black truck in your driveway.

“No fucking way,” you growl as you park the car. You sit for a few minutes contemplating going somewhere else in town, maybe a movie or something long enough to where she would leave on her own, but you decided against it. “If she wants to talk then let’s talk.”

You slammed the car door and stomped inside to her helping herself to a glass of water.

“Sorry to show up out of the blue,” the australian admitted.

“No you’re not,” you threw your keys down on the counter.

“Excuse me?”

“Obviously you have something to say that you couldn’t call or text about so…” you crossed your arms keeping your distance.

She was silent but you could tell she was trying not to go off.

“So?” you push.

“You’ve been going on dates,” she finally said.

“Yeah and? Why does it matter? You broke up with me,” the lump in your throat began to form, you were never good with confrontation but you swallowed it down.

“It’s only been two months!” she barked as she threw her hands up.

“People grieve differently!”

“You’re not grieving, you’re trying to get back at me.”

“I’m not. I’m trying to move on,” you glare.

“Moving on means seeing other people after two months?” She walked to the kitchen table and leaned on the back of one of the chairs, gripping it tightly.

“Yes, it does because I’m tired of throwing myself a pity party every night.”

“As if I haven’t done that?” she gestured to herself.

“You broke up with me,” you reiterate.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t miss you!” She walked to the bar area of the kitchen counter.

You let the words hang in the air, you genuinely didn’t have a response to that.

“It’s like you didn’t even care to reach out,” she sighed under her breath.

“The phone works both ways,” you rebutted.

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to talk to you.”

“I didn’t think you wanted to!”

“Of course I did! I wanted to remain friends,” her cheeks were flush.

You try to calm your breathing and think hard about what you’re going to say because you didn’t want to get her feelings anymore than you did, apparently. “It’s hard to remain friends with someone you had fallen in love with and been with for a year.”

“As if I don’t know that?!” She crossed her arm and held her forehead with the other, “I had hope that we could work our way back.”

“Well…”

She took a long deep breath, before looking back up at you, “so you don’t want to try?”

“Literally when did I say that?”

“You didn’t have to say anything! I can tell with the way this is going that you don’t want to,” she was trying to calm herself down but you could tell she was struggling.

“No, no, no, back to the main question, why do you care that I’ve been seeing other people? We broke up!” you uncrossed your arms and got yourself some water too, your hands needed to do something.

“Because!” she huffed, “Because I still care for you and I don’t want you to get hurt,” she sighed once more, “and I miss you.”

You stop in your tracks and set the glass down gently before your impulse took over to throw it. You glare at her, “then why did you leave?”

“Because it wasn’t fair to you! We barely saw each other and when we did we would fight! I loved you too much to do that to you,” tears began to form in her eyes but she didn’t dare let them fall.

“I was perfectly fine letting you do what you love and was willing to work it out, you never talked to me about how you felt! You just up and left!” you threw back.

“Are you serious?! I had a flight that morning I had to leave, it was nothing to do with you.”

“You could’ve waited,” you growled.

“And make you feel more miserable?”

“I wasn’t!! That’s what I’m saying! I loved you, hell I still do, but that was bad the way you did it and you know it,” you pointed at her, hoping that she didn’t catch that one part.

“You what?”

Damn it, “you heard me.”

She sat at the bar and hung her head in her hands, sniffling.

“Rhea…” you start, and the lump in your throat was getting bigger, “I was distracting myself so that I could stop thinking about you. You consume my life, I think about you all the time,” a tear fell and you wiped it away before she could see. “I couldn’t do anything that first month, I was miserable, I had to do something.”

She lifted her head, her face was red and covered in tears. “I never stopped loving you,” she admitted.

“That makes two of us,” you said under your breath. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I didn’t want to hurt you again,” she wiped her nose with a paper towel.

You couldn’t think of anything to say. You sat there staring at her, thinking of everything you’ve ever done together and where it went wrong, but it never came up. “What do you want me to say?” you sigh.

“I don’t know,” she caught your eyes. Those icy blue perfect eyes staring back into you.

“Then what do you want from me?”

She sat for a minute racking her brain, trying to think of an answer that was different from what she wanted to say, but what’s the use, she thought and decided to shoot her shot anyway, “Another chance?”

You contemplate for a few short seconds, “You have to promise me-”

“I’ll do anything please, baby,” she didn’t mean to call you that, but you let it slide.

“You have to promise me that you’ll keep me informed on your schedule no matter what. We will make it work. Take me with you, I’ll pay for the extra bed, I’ll pay for the tickets, just…” you take a deep breath, “don’t give up again.” You didn’t think you would fold so quickly, but here you were.

“I promise, I’ll send it right now, the whole month. And when the next one comes I’ll send you that too,” as she took out her phone and sent it, “we can download a shared calendar app.”

“Thank you,” you took a sip of your water and set it back down. “Now are you going to admit that you were supposed to meet me at the coffee shop or what?”

“I had to get to you somehow,” she smiled nervously.

“You didn’t think that Leah Shipley wouldn’t raise an eyebrow?”

“Hey, what can you do?” she shrugged.

The two of you sat in silence for a good minute smiling at the thought of her trying to trick you.

“So are you going to kiss me or what?” you said a little too confidentally.

She basically ran around the counter and slammed her mouth against yours, holding your jaw. Your hands grabbed her waist and pulled her in tightly.

“God, I missed you,” she breathed.

“Shut up,” as you kiss her again.

She carefully walked you backwards towards the counter as your lips danced against hers. Your hands found themselves roaming her body naturally, like it was never gone.

She picked you up onto the counter, carefully moving things away. Her hips shoved their way in between your thighs pushing your dress up as she went, as you wrapped your legs around her, pulling her in as close as possible.

A hand found its way into your hair and yanked it to the side letting a whimper spill out of you. She kissed down your neck, biting delicately sending shockwaves down to your core. She kissed her way down your chest until she couldn’t find anymore bare skin. Suddenly, her arms pulled you forward to where you almost fell off the counter, yanking your dress farther up. She planted soft kisses on your inner thighs which made you crazy.

“Can I-” she whispered before you cut her off.

“Do it. I don’t care just fuck me, please baby,” you had missed her touch so badly. No one had ever made you feel the way she did, it was insane. She knew how to work you out just right.

With a devilish smirk she bit harder on your thighs spreading them as far as they would go. Your hand tangled itself in her hair as you used the other one to lean back. She grabbed at the waistband of your underwear and slid them off of you. A shiver hit your body as the cool air hit your hot center.

Her eyes widened at the sight of you basically dripping onto the counter, “Damn, baby, you missed me that much?”

“Shut up,” you said once more and shoved her head into you.

She immediately began lapping at your juices. You moan loudly with your head slamming on the cabinets behind you. A small “fuck,” fell from your lips followed by another moan. Her hand grazed up your thigh, lightly scratching its way up. It reached around to the small of your back and pushed you more forward into her. Riding her face, your hand gripped hair tighter. The hand sneaked its way back around and prodded at your entrance.

“Please, yes,” you whine.

And so she did, gently plunging her two fingers into you. “God,” you groan as your eyes rolled back.

She kissed the inside of your thighs before returning to your neck and kissing her way up to your lips. You grab her face, kissing her intensely, as she’s now pounding into you. Her other hand returns to your now swollen clit and adds to the knot growing inside of you.

“You missed me, baby?” she coos.

“So… fucking… bad,” you breathe.

“Then show me,” she growled.

Only a few seconds pass and you released all over her hand with a loud moan, squeezing your legs closed but was stopped by her hips blocking your way. Your back arching into the woman in front of you, “ffffffucccckk,” you whine as she kisses your neck. Your nails are digging into her shoulder blades as she continues to pump in and out of you letting you enjoy the high.

As you came down, catching your breath, you release your grip on her shoulders. Your head lolled forward leaning onto the wrestlers forehead for a few breaths before leaning back onto the cabinet. She gently pulled her fingers out of you and brought them to her mouth, cleaning them off.

“I forgot how good you taste, princess,” her accent was so thick you almost came undone again.

“It’s been too long,” you sigh.

“I guess we have some catching up to do, then huh?” she smirked. She picked you up with a giggle coming from both of you and began to carry you to your bedroom.

[mayasaura]

One of my biggest hopes for Alecto is that Harrow has a minute of going full Carrie revenge insane upon finding out what they did to Gideon’s body. Like. Throughout Canaan House and especially in the AUs, we get the sense of Harrow having a deep desire to protect Gideon’s body even if it is in her own solitary goth nun way. She wants Gideon to put more consideration into the danger of avulsion before agreeing. She tells her afterward not to price her life so cheaply. She makes Cam and Pal check on her multiple times. She leaves her bread in a drawer. She’s fully on board to throw Camilla towards possible death in the interest of keeping Gideon safe. And then when she finally sees her in the coffee AU her description is just so soft and loving even when she’s about to pass out because she saw her arms, and continues that way until the end of the book. When Ianthe thinks it’s Harrow in Nona she’s surprised she isn’t violently storming the compound to recover Gideon’s body. Anyway she should find out how BOE and Jod treated her body and go on a tiny insane revenge spree. As a treat.

You are SO fucking right. Deep down inside Harrow is that one gif of the girl holding puppies and crying because she can't protect them, only the puppies are a butch lesbian determined to throw herself into a meat grinder.

I think Harrow might be a little grateful for the unbreakable bones and indestructable skin part of Jod's deal re: Gideon—she may have done that herself in Canaan House, if she'd known how—but the rest of it? The gaping wounds, the leaving her dead? Kill Bill sirens. She has been trying so hard to protect and preserve Gideon, to give Gideon a life, and when Gideon's own father has the chance to restore her he just slaps her together with crazy glue and calls it fine? That is not fine.

If she ever finds out how Gideon's corpse was being treated while her murderer lay in state on a bed of flowers... Man, I would not want to be in the room where that happened.

It would be so cathartic to see her tear into John over his part of it. Gideon already went apeshit on him for how he treated Harrow, so it's only fair Harrow gets to have her go. It's equality!! If We Suffer could somehow be there to be held accountable, too, so much the better.

And after that, what I really really want to see is Harrow turning the soft and loving vibe from the Baristar AU on the real Gideon, and channeling that protective fury toward protecting or restoring Gideon. I know it's probably not going to be exactly how it happens, what with everything else going on, but that sleeping beauty fakeout has me hungry to see Harrow try to ride in and rescue her prince.

In abscence of her body, Harrow's soul dreamed of Gideon's eyes; and in abscence of her soul, Harrow's body dreamed of Gideon's hands. If we don't get to see some pay off when she has those hands to hold again, I'm gonna have to chew my own fucking leg off.

[dark-overlord-of-rainbows]

Drawn Nov 4 - 11 2024 My part of an idol trio with ARaccoonNamedPeacock and N8-0. The red-haired character is Kira and the blue haired one is Yukio.

I uh. really read peacock's description that read "pop group" and "girls preferred" and went "counterpoint! goth enby," huh? okok I'm joking-- they weren't requirements, and I did consider both people's designs and the rest of the description when doing my own and doing research.

So this character doesn't have a name, I haven't actually picked a gender either, but they're a panda dwarf cichlid - since I decided to go for a yellow character to fit with the others and that fish is yellow but also sometimes has red and blue which fit with the other colours.

It's not super obvious with the outfit but I did try to give this character scoliosis and the darker brown on their cheeks is melasma.

There's obviously alt influences in this character, but I was also looking at Ouji Kei specifically. I used this person's wardrobe for a lot of the reference

The colours of the top left one were my second pass I think? the first I don't have anymore but it doesn't matter they were very obviously not meant to be a final

The ones on the middle and top right are my third which I just edited today. brought some more focus on the yellow and attempted to bring the colours from the other characters into it but eh. The red is from Kira but all of Yukio's blues were too bright

The top right I simplified the design a tiny bit, since I wanted to do "maybe a little overdesigned" with mine: but also for ease of drawing and the fact that they're with two other characters they need a simpler version

I also was attempting peacock's style with that one because when designing this one I wanted it to still be different from my other characters and be interesting for myself, but also make sure that it kinda fit her style without changing too much? N8-0 will have to figure it out himself if he wants to draw them though, sorry lol

The bottom one I drew the three together for one last seeing if they fit together and making adjustments to my colours, as well as simplifying the design further/differently

I do like the extra colours but I felt like mine stood out a lot and in the middle of figuring out how simplified I wanted it I realized that the fact that this one's "the yellow one" wasn't as clear so I ended up just making them mostly yellow. It's fine anyway, Kira was the first character here so she can look more of a main character. I kept that little bit of red from kira though and ended up being able to take one of Yukio's blues for the eye there

I might change the skintone back to being a little redder and differentiate the yellows more again though, I think that's a little weird but I don't wanna look at this anymore. They've got multiple options now

[blushweddinggowns]

Steve was completely normal the next day. Infuriatingly, normal. Flirting with girls and spinning his hat around. Normal enough for Robin to start to think she had a full on hallucination last night. But she wasn’t crazy. She knew that she saw those two going at it, all in front of Eddie's signature shitty van.

Didn’t she?

“You’ve been quiet today.”

Robin jumped at the sound of Steve’s voice, completely lost in her own thoughts. He was staring right at her, popping his gum as he went on, “You don’t even bring the flirting board out. Did you get bored of it or are you finally willing to concede that I’m a great flirt?”

“I’ll never concede that,” Robin said easily. It was true anyway, the guy was freaking terrible at it, at least with girls his own age. Now housewives and cougars he had a knack for. But anyone who could possibly be girlfriend material ended up leaving with a giggle and a funny story about the dork in the sailor suit trying to pick them up, and nothing more. 

But Robin had a feeling that maybe Harrington had been downplaying his skills in that department afterall.

He raised a brow at her, “So what’s your problem then?”

“I’m just tired,” She lied, “A consequence of having to be here so late. Alone. Thanks again for that by the way. Hope your night was worth it.”

The little shit didn’t even try to look like he felt guilty. He just smirked, “Oh, it was. And I’m holding up my end of the deal aren’t I? I’m not flirting with grandmas for kicks over here.”

She had to give him that. He really had been turning up the charm for the mall walkers. But still…

“Aw, poor you. Like you wouldn’t have been trying to get in someone’s pants without owing me,” She said, trying for casualness. Like she wasn’t watching for his every reaction out of the corner of her eye, “Isn’t the hump and dump the Harrington way?”

He rolled his eyes, his voice on the colder side when he answered, “Don’t believe everything you hear Buckley. I happen to be the perfect gentleman, thank you very much.”

Weirdly enough, part of her was starting to believe it. 

But still. Even if she saw them kissing, it left too many unanswered questions. What about the trail of heartbroken women he had left in his wake? What about Nancy Wheeler, the only girl who ever landed him for more than a day? They had been pretty serious before he’d gotten dumped, hadn’t they?

But now that Robin thought about it, no matter how many women came into Steve’s life, Eddie remained the only constant. Hell, in the short few weeks she'd been around him, it was obvious that he was obsessed with Steve, and vice versa. He was in nearly every day, until the manager banned him for being "distracting" to the workers. Which was half true, but Robin had a feeling it had more to do with him scaring customers away with his looks.

That was the only semi-scary thing about him though. He never really freaked Robin out that much, despite what others said about him. He was still in the loser category afterall and those were her people. Yeah he was loud, dressed like a confused goth, and sold drugs, but he wasn’t violent. He was shit stirrer, sure, but outside of appearances he was just mildly intimidating, at least to Robin. But when he was with Steve, even that was out the window. He basically just became a ray of sunshine, sweet, happy, bright, and weirdly enough…obedient? 

He basically did anything Steve asked of him, whether that be getting him lunch or helping them close up, the guy just did it. No questions asked, like it was an honor to be on Steve’s beck and call. Though Robin was sure the free ice cream helped.

Steve had sulked for days after Eddie was banned, and Robin thought it was because he lost his free personal assistant. But now…she didn’t know what was going on. 

Maybe this shouldn’t have been as shocking as it was. It’s not like there hadn’t been rumors. People had been making fun of them for being close for years.  But they were teenage boys around other teenage boys. How seriously was Robin supposed to take that? And teenage boys calling each other gay was like…a constant. Not just for Steve and Eddie. For literally any guy who did something slightly out of the norm was up for the title. Someone found out that a dude liked baking? Bam, gay. A guy dare cries in front of his friends after he gets dumped by a girlfriend? Super gay. She even heard a dude be called a fag for admitting to liking soccer for God’s sake. There was no rhyme or reason to male straightness, how was she supposed to know which rumors were true? 

She needs more, some kind of confirmation that guarantees she’s not wrong about this whole thing. And on a particularly slow day, she finds it. She hadn’t gone into work with the intention of eavesdropping on Steve through the break room door, but that’s where she landed. 

They had only been on shift for two hours and the guy was already on his second fifteen, insisting that he only had to make one “quick” call before going back to work. And she just…followed him back there, her curiosity getting the best of her.

“I know, I know. But it’s only a few more hours,” Steve’s muffled voice sighed, “I just wish you could still come see me. That rule is total bullshit.”

By this point Robin was pretty used to the tone of Steve’s voice. He usually sounded bored, always with a little edge of cockiness, unless you did something to rile him up. But he sounded different on the phone. Kinder. Sweeter even. She wasn’t sure. 

“Aw baby, are you down that bad?” Steve cooed. That cockiness she was used to was back in his voice, but now it was mixed with something else. Like he was breathless or something, she didn’t know, “Want me to walk you through it? I got ten minutes.”

Robin furrowed her brow, more than a little confused. Walk him through what?”

"Well if it feels so tight why don't you take it off?” Steve purred, barely loud enough for Robin to hear, “There you go. Isn't that better?"

Robin froze, mind racing at what she was hearing. But that couldn’t be right. She had to be misinterpreting this somehow, right? There was no way in hell that Steve would be have freaking phone sex at work-

“Yeah sweetheart, you can touch yourself now. Can you make it a little wetter baby? That’s it, good boy. Love when you get all whiny.”

Jesus Chrsit, he was. She had to stop listening after that, half out of embarrassment and half because…it just felt wrong. Though she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t curious about where that conversation went. Extremely curious. But the small ounce of decorum she had left wouldn’t allow for it. 

Steve came out of the break room with a flush and a smirk ten minutes later, like the fucking weirdo he was. 

While he was distracted with their third customer of the day, she snuck back to the break room and pressed re-dial, not surprised in the slightest when she was met with a breathy, “Munson residence!" on the other line.

She hung up immediately at the sound of Eddie’s voice. That was all the proof she needed. There was no doubt about it now. Steve and Eddie were together. And had been for awhile. That four years comment wasn't looking like an exaggeration. 

And just like that her entire high school worldview was smashed into a million pieces. Because Steve fucking Harrington was in a relationship with a guy. A serious relationship. The same dude that she spent years obsessing over and being jealous over because of his charms, was as gay as she was. 

What a world. 

But somehow, this massive realization didn’t fix the jealousy. Because before she was jealous of all of the attention he got, from people she always thought he never deserved. But now she was jealous over the fact that he had managed the impossible. He was in a committed relationship with a man, a man whose dick he sucked while they were driving and who he walked through jerking off on the phone. While no one else was the wiser. How the fuck had he managed that? In this town of all places? While Robin was over here still pining away over every pretty blonde girl that smiled at her, Steve was living her closeted gay dream. How could she not be jealous?

But at least now it was mixed with some awe. Because if Steve Harrington could get away with being gay in Hawkins, why couldn’t she? She just wished she could talk to him about it. She just didn’t know what to say. But she knew she wanted to say something. 

Like maybe, Hey, I totally saw you making out with your boyfriend and I'm so far past being cool with it, I actually think it’s amazing. And oh I’m also gay and can we be best friends? 

Honestly though, from the little she did know about the guy, maybe that speech would be taken pretty well. She just didn’t know how to bring it up. Or when. 

But she was going to, eventually. She was going to get to know that dingus if it killed her.

Part two to this & from an this fic

[sopebubbles]

Lone Wolf chapter Thirteen coming Thursday August 17, 6am CT/8pm KST

Chapter summary: hobi and tae take you on a shopping trip, many long awaited events follow

Warnings: insecurities, trying on clothes, mentions of death

Teaser below the cut!!!

Hobi had set Taehyung on a mission to find different styles and colors so that you could narrow down what you did and didn't like, and Tae had taken on the assignment with enthusiasm. Inasmuch as fashion was just another form of art, Taehyung was going to making you a piece of art and use the whole color pallette to do it. He and Hobi filled their arms with shirts, skirts, jeans, t-shirts, sweaters and more in every color of the rainbow before they came back to knock on your door.

"I really love this fab–" your jaw dropped when you opened the door to see both men with their arms full. "Am i going to try on the whole store?"

"Don't be silly. Once we get an idea of what style works for you then we can move on to picking out colors."

"Let me in. I'll organize these really quick," Tae said, pushing into the small dressing room with you. You pressed yourself against the wall, eyes going wide.

"Taehyung, you're overstepping and scaring the pup," Hobi said calmly.

Tae froze and looked down at you sheepishly. "S-sorry. I wasn't thinking. I'll just–" he forced the hangers on the closest hooks and stepped outside of the cubicle.

From beyond the door he began instructing you which items went together as you tried on each ensemble, coming out to model each time for them. Many of them were too flashy or too formal or too revealing for your taste—although taehyung managed to convince about a couple of crop tops when Hobi agreed they didn't show too much of your stomach. You ended up with several pairs of what looked like jeans but weren't as scratchy as the ones you were used to, a couple of soft cashmere sweaters and the tops.

"What kind of weird fantasies were you playing at, Tae?" Hobi asked while you changed into your own clothes.

"Shut up. I wasn't." The alpha crossed his arms and pouted.

"You used to have a thing for goth girls, didnt you, tae tae?" He teased.

"Maybe. That's not weird. You're the one who said to try different styles."

"So you went with schoolgirl?"

"Don't talk to me."

"And that red dress really didn't suit her figure."

"Well, Hobi, I don't know as much about her figure as you do," Tae countered.

"No, you don't," Hobi smirked, because he enjoyed having something over the rest of them.

"You guys know I can hear you, right?"

Taehyung sulked. "You know who she looked like though?"

Hoseok rolled his eyes because yes, he noticed your style was similar to the casual style that Yoongi enjoyed. Not the sweats and lounge wear that the others tend to favor, but comfortable denims and sweaters. It had concerned him at first, thinking that maybe you were trying to blend with your alpha, but he could see you truly felt more comfortable and happy that way.

[justagalwhowrites]

Someone New: Part of For You - A Collection of Requests Benefitting Palestine

Joel is new to Jackson and his family is eager to play matchmaker.

Event Terms: Commissioners could choose to donate between $15 and $50 via Ko-Fi for one fic of 1-2k words. Payment due after completion of the fic. Donation with a match by the author paid to PCRF upon completion. Commissioners had the option to choose to keep a fic private and all fics may not be shared here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC Ashley (NOT a reader insert)

Warnings: Smut :D Unprotected P in V sex. Daddy kink. Age gap (Joel is 56, Ashley is 40.) Light Dom!Joel and Sub!FOC. No use of Y/N. 18+ Only MINORS DNI

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A/N: Written as a request by the lovely @ashleyfilm! She requested "Jackson era Joel from the tv show, so Pedro, and me (Ashley, plus size, I’m 40, I have black hair and glasses, my eyes are blue green with some hazel, I have tattoos, I’m short. A little goth, wear all black where it’s possible in an apocalypse haha) in this scenario I have a cool exterior and I’m independent by nature, but when you get to know me I’m funny and loving, but keep to myself. Joel and I would both like each other but have no clue, while Tommy, Maria and Ellie would all know and roll their eyes at us, try and talk sense into us. Eventually we come together and I’d love some smut. Some daddy soft dom Joel, I’m sub, the only time I want to be told what to do is during sex. I like giving pussies a pronoun so like she likes it and her if you know what I mean. And some fluff would be nice too." Shared with permission. I hope you all enjoy!!

Tommy was starting to drive Joel insane. 

It had taken some adjustment, coming to Jackson. 

There was the adjustment of being back around other people at all, for starters. There was the adjustment to being a father again. There was the adjustment of being in a place he cared about, one where he wanted to contribute instead of forced to to keep FEDRA’s boot off his neck. 

It had been a lot to swallow and, not that anyone was asking, he thought he’d done a damn good job of it. Ellie was happy, going to school every day and making friends. He had his ways to play his part in the community. 

So what if he was doing it all on his own? It’s not like it’s a crime to keep to yourself, he wasn’t sure why Tommy kept trying to push him further than he wanted to go. 

He doubted it was because Ashley was asking him to.

Ashley, the woman Tommy kept damn near throwing him toward at every opportunity. Ashley, who was years too young for him to even be thinking about the way he did. Ashley, whose plush curves and bright eyes had caught his attention from the moment he met her, even as she kept her distance from Joel and, it seemed, just about everyone else in Jackson. 

It didn’t matter how much Joel would enjoy things being different, that the little time he’d spent with her had been some of his favorite since coming here. She wasn’t interested - couldn’t be interested - and he wasn’t about to force it. 

Tommy, it seemed, had other ideas. 

“I’m not sure why you won’t just see if she wants to go,” Tommy said one night as they sat in the mess hall for dinner. “What’s the harm?” 

“Don’t particularly feel like gettin’ shot down,” Joel replied, taking a bite of his mashed potatoes. “Got enough goin’ on without worrying about that, too.” 

“Worrying about what?” Maria asked, taking her spot next to Tommy. Joel resisted the urge to roll his eyes, knowing he was about to be outnumbered. 

“Joel won’t ask Ashley to the dance on Saturday,” Tommy smirked a little. “He’s convinced she’d say no…” 

“Who would say no to what?” Ellie joined them, too, sitting next to Joel. 

“Ashley to Joel and the dance, apparently,” Maria said, giving Ellie a knowing look. 

“Oh shit,” Ellie’s eyes went a little wide. “They’d be so cute together, Joel pretending to be a person who actually does something besides be grumpy…” 

“OK you tryin’ to get yourself grounded?” Joel asked, brows raised. Ellie rolled her eyes. “Because it sure seems like it. And I don’t need y’all match making for me. I am doin’ just fine without worrying about all of that. Leave it.” 

Ellie and Maria gave each other a knowing look that Joel was about to call them on when Tommy distracted him. 

“You’re going to the dance Saturday anyway, right?” He asked. “Just because you’re too chicken shit to bring a date doesn’t mean you should sit it out. It’s a big party, the whole town will be there, you should at least come by for a few drinks. You’ll miss out if you don’t.” 

“Yeah, I want to go!” Ellie said, turning to Joel and pouting a little. “You’re really going to make me go all by myself?” 

“I’ll go to the dance,” Joel sighed before looking between the others and gesturing between them with the fork. “S’long as you three are done meddling.” 

“We’ll behave,” Ellie smirked a little. “I promise.” 

Joel shouldn’t have believed them. He should have known better. 

But that didn’t make him any less surprised when he showed up to the dance Saturday evening and looked for Tommy and Maria, only to find them sitting with Ashley, her dark hair styled to pair with the black dress that seemed like it was made to highlight her every soft curve, curves that Joel had spent hours dreaming about exploring with his hands and mouth. 

He was going to strangle Tommy. 

“Joel!” His brother called, waving him over, as if Joel would have missed him. “Over here!” 

“C’mon old man,” Ellie teased. “Stop being such a fucking coward.” 

“We’re talking about your language later,” he muttered, letting Ellie lead him to the table, hoping that no one had put too much pressure on Ashley to put her in this position. 

“Well look who decided to join the party,” Tommy smirked. Joel ground his teeth. “Ashley, you know my brother Joel.” 

“I do,” she gave him a cool, tight smile and took a sip of her drink, looking back out toward the dance floor. 

“Hi,” Joel said before feeling like a bit of an idiot and pulling his eyes from her to turn back to his brother. “How are you Tommy, Maria?” 

“Oh, we’re good,” Maria smiled a little, looking more like Tommy than Joel thought was appropriate. He wondered if married couples started looking alike before too long. 

“Just peachy,” Tommy said as a new song started. “Oh would you look at that, I need to dance with my wife. Maria?” 

He offered her his hand and she smiled wider before taking it, giving Joel a meaningful look before being led onto the dance floor by her husband. 

“Oh, I think I see Dina,” Ellie said before clapping Joel on the back and leaving him there, alone with Ashley, before he had the chance to argue. 

Joel just stood there, awkwardly, trying not to stare at her, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans. 

“So,” he said eventually. “Um… that seat taken?” 

She looked at him, brows raised. 

“Just by your brother.” 

“Right,” he said, taking it anyway. She looked back toward the dance floor and Joel looked her over while he had the chance, how the darkness of her clothes seemed to suit her, the sharp intelligence behind her glasses, the beauty of the tattoos he could see on her exposed skin. He wondered what each of them meant, wondered what it would be like to take his time tracing over each one. 

“So,” she turned her attention back to Joel. “Liking Jackson so far? Been here… what, a few months now?” 

“Yeah,” Joel nodded. “S’good. Different than where I’ve been for a while but that’s a good thing. Ellie likes it, all that really matters.” 

She nodded slowly, taking another sip of her drink. 

“Seems like she’s a good kid,” she said. “Sure got a mouth on her, though.” 

“Yeah,” Joel laughed, leaning his elbows onto the table. “She’s somethin’ else. I tried telling her she needs to watch her language, this ain’t the QZ.” 

“That’s a hell of an adjustment,” she smiled a little and damn, Joel really liked to see her smile. More than he’d liked seeing a woman smile in… he wasn’t sure how long. “Trust me, I know.” 

“You spent some time in a QZ?” He asked, brows raised. 

She nodded, taking a final sip of her cocktail. 

“Portland,” she said. “I was there at the beginning. One night, I was sneaking liquor at industry night at my favorite club, the next it’s a war zone. Got used to it after a while, though. You were in Boston with Tommy, right?” 

“I was,” Joel nodded. “Took us a while to work our way there but found it eventually.” 

“And you both ended up all the way out here.” 

“Suppose so,” Joel said. He nodded to her empty glass. “Can I get you another?” 

“Yeah,” she smiled. “That’d be nice.” 

He went to the bar and got them both a drink before rejoining her at the table. 

Joel was surprised at how much he liked talking with her. For how much time he’d spent thinking about her and looking at her, he hadn’t spent much time actually talking with her. She wasn’t what he’d expected. 

Where he’d always known her to be a bit distant and cool, he was starting to realize that, as soon as he was past the caution she seemed to approach the world with, she was really very warm and loving, thoughtful and kind. They talked about music, about what they missed about before, the quirks of life in Jackson after living in a QZ. 

By the time Joel got her onto the dance floor, he was ready to get her home. And he was starting to think she wanted the same. 

“Can I walk you home?” Joel asked as the Tipsy Bison was almost empty and he wasn’t able to come up with any more excuses to stay. 

“You can,” she smiled. “But… I think I’d rather you walk me to yours.” 

He smiled back. 

“Think that can be arranged.” 

Joel draped his arm over her shoulders and the two of them walked slowly through the dark town, the streets quiet and the stars bright. 

“Well,” Joel said as they came to his front walk. “This is me. Still want to come in?” 

“Yeah,” Ashley nodded. “Yeah, I really do.” 

He smiled. 

“Good.” 

He took her hand and led her to his door. 

But things shifted as they made it inside. Joel tilted her face up, finding the right angle, thumb brushing her lips, waiting for her to make a move. 

But she didn’t. Her breaths got quicker, her eyes searched his and, after a moment, he felt like he couldn’t wait anymore. 

“I’m gonna kiss you,” he said. “Because it’s all I’ve been thinkin’ about doing for a while.” 

She just nodded quickly and he kissed her, covering her mouth with his. 

It had been a while since Joel had kissed anyone, even longer since it was a first kiss. But Joel could tell this was different, something special. It was like an electric current ran over his skin, sparking at where your lips met and shooting out through the rest of him. There was a sharp, sudden pang of need deep inside him, the drive to be closer to her, as close as he could reach. More than that, he wanted to know that she was safe, cared for. That she had what she needed and what she wanted because he was giving it to her. 

“Joel,” she breathed as they separated, just enough for him to look in those blue green eyes of hers. “Will you take me to bed?” 

“Yeah baby,” he said, want seeping into his voice. “Yeah, I will.” 

He kissed her again, his hands sliding down from her face to her arms to her waist, moving her toward the stairs as he did. He only pulled away from her when they needed to go up to his room, not wanting to stop touching her for even a few moments, his skin almost aching as he watched the round shape of her ass in her black skirt going upstairs ahead of him. 

Joel pulled her back against him at the top of the stairs, the few seconds she was apart from him too much. Her arms stretched up and went around his neck and his hands roamed over her back and sides, luxuriating in just how soft she felt, how he could find places on her that seemed made for him to hold. He guided her to his room, kicking the door shut behind him. He slid his hands back up her body over her arms, his callused fingers slipping over her soft skin. 

“You gonna let me make you feel good, pretty girl?” He asked, voice dark and low. “Because I want to touch every damn inch of you.” 

“Please, Joel,” she whispered, her fingers tightening desperately on his curls at the nape of his neck. “Please, I want you, I need you, I…” 

“Shhh,” he hushed her. “Don’t worry about a thing. Just let Daddy take care of you.” 

He kissed her again and found the zipper on her dress, sliding it down, down, down, until he could slide the straps down her arms and let the fabric fall to the floor. 

“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes ranging over Ashley’s body, tracing over her curves and tattoos. “You are the most beautiful damn thing I’ve ever seen.” 

He reached around and unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms and dropping it to the floor before cupping her breasts, the fullness of her so soft below his touch that he couldn’t help but groan. 

“You gonna let me take care of you, baby girl?” He asked, voice husky. “You need me to take care of you, don’t you?” 

He wasn’t entirely sure why he said it but something inside him just knew, he could sense it in her. That she wanted someone to guide her, someone she could trust to take charge and give her what she needed.

He could tell by the way she nodded that he was right. 

Joel guided her down onto the bed before pulling his shirt and casting it aside. His eyes ranged over her body as he took his jeans and underwear off, too, his cock already thick and achingly hard. He worked himself, not able to stop himself as he drank her in, memorizing her. 

“Want you to touch yourself for me,” he said, stepping closer to the bed. “Spread those pretty legs, put your hand in your panties, show me how you like to touch yourself.” 

She took a hesitant, shaky breath and slid her hand down her body before slipping them below the fabric, stretching it tight over her pussy for a moment before her hand dipped lower. He could see the outline of her fingers clearly, watched with his mouth watering as they stroked her pussy lips before slipping inside. 

“There you go, baby girl,” he groaned, stroking his cock in time with her fingers. “You just keep on doin’ that for me.” 

He moved to the bed and she frowned as he reached out, looping his fingers around the waistband of her panties to start tugging them down. His eyes moved from her face, down her body to where her pussy lay just below the fabric. Her fingers were still. 

“I tell you to stop?” He asked. She groaned and he saw her fingers start to move again. “That’s my good girl. Want your pussy all nice and wet and full when I see her the first time.” 

He pulled her underwear down slowly, revealing her wet slit with two of her fingers buried deep inside herself as he did.

“Oh, there she is,” he breathed, casting her panties aside. “Fuck, such a pretty little pussy ain’t she?” 

Ashley just moaned, thrusting her fingers deeper. Joel licked his lips, desperate for a taste of her. 

“Spread her open for me, baby,” he said, spreading her legs wide and settling between them. “Lemme see.” 

Her hands trembled as she slid her fingers from her dripping entrance and delicately opened herself to him. 

“Fuck me,” Joel groaned, taking a thumb and brushing it over her tight little hole before trailing it up to her swollen nub. “Gonna take a lot before she can take me. Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.” 

He pressed his mouth to her entrance, just a kiss at first, a taste of her musky sweetness. His thumb stayed against her clit, rubbing her in slow and gentle circles as he dipped is tongue inside of her. 

Joel started slow, easing her into it. His tongue worked deeper, his thumb harder. Eventually, he added a finger, then two, starting to stretch her open as her hips canted up against his face, her legs squirming, delicious moans and gasps pouring from her lips. He looped an arm around her thigh to hold her still, pulling her leg against the side of his head and leaving his nose to work her clit as his hand splayed wide on her plush thigh. 

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” her back was arched, fingers wound tight in his quilt. “I’m coming, I’m coming Daddy, I’m coming!” 

He smiled against her as he ate her through her orgasm, pressing his aching cock down into the bed as he felt her pussy flutter over his tongue. 

When her climax eased, he pulled himself from her tight, wet heat and rose to his knees, stroking his dripping length as she came back down to earth. He nudged her legs apart and down, leaving her fully exposed to him. He ran his fingers over her slit, gathering her wetness and bringing it to his cock as she looked at him, her eyes a little wide. 

“Is…” she swallowed, hard. “Is that going to fit inside me? I don’t know if that’s going to fit…” 

“It’ll fit, baby girl,” he said, working himself as he lined himself up with her entrance. “You can take it, so nice and wet for me. You just relax and let me inside you.” 

He pressed his cock against her tight center, moaning and just how hot and wet and fucking soft she felt. He watched, almost obsessed, as she opened to take him, the stretch almost obscene as he saw himself start to disappear into her body. 

“See baby?” He panted as he sank just the first few inches of him into her cunt. “You can take it, taking it so good for me. She stretches so fuckin’ pretty for me, so goddamn pretty.” 

Her hands flew to his biceps as he leaned over her, pressing himself deeper, her fingers scrambling over his muscle as he worked her open. Joel fought to think of anything but the fact that he was almost fully inside the woman he’d been longing for for weeks now. He couldn’t come too quick, he couldn’t let this end now. He had to take his time, had to feel her come around him. 

And then he was buried inside her to the root, the entirety of him in the entirety of her, her walls stretching to hold him. 

“There you go,” he praised her. He splayed his hand wide over her thick, soft lower stomach, pressing into her skin as his thumb slid down to her clit and started stroking it. “Did so good, taking me so well. You ever been this stretched baby?” 

“No daddy,” her nails dug into his arm. “Feels so good…” 

“Good girl,” he said, working her clit a little harder. She moaned and rocked her hips against him. “Aw, does someone need to be fucked? Someone need me to make her come?” 

“Yes,” she pleaded. “Please, please, please Daddy, please, I need to come, I need…” 

“I’ve got you baby,” he said, leaning over her and kissing her deeply, the taste of her mouth mixing with the taste of her pussy that lingered on his tongue. “Gonna make you come so hard for me.” 

He pulled back before thrusting forward, hard and fast and making her gasp, her hands flying from his arms to his back. But he stopped her, taking hold of her arms and pinning them over her head with one of his large hands. 

“You can use those when I tell you,” he said. “Right now, need you focused on taking,” he pulled back and thrust back in quickly. “This.” He did it again, fucking into her hard and fast. “Cock.” He did it one last time before grinding himself deep. “Tell me when you’re about to come.” 

He picked up his pace then, fucking into her deep and firm, grinding his hips down against her clit, feeling how her breasts moved against him as he forced her walls apart with each heavy stroke. 

Joel didn’t let up, too lost in her and just how damn good she felt to do anything else. He wasn’t even sure how long he’d been fucking her - just that it wasn’t long enough - when her breathy, desperate voice broke through the lust-driven haze of his mind. 

“I’m gonna come,” she keened, her pussy to tight around him that it almost hurt. “Gonna come, I’m gonna come Daddy, please…” 

He freed her hands then and she gasped, her fingers immediately finding the broad expanse of his back. Joel took her face in his hands and looked into those eyes of hers, unlike anything else he’d ever seen as he felt how her body took his. 

“Good girl,” he said, breathless and needy, too. “Come for me, come all over my cock, that’s it, so good for me…” 

The chorus of praise continued until she cried out, her whole body seizing as her channel gripped him so tight he was almost afraid it would force him out. But he held himself deep inside her, kissing her as she moaned into his mouth as she throbbed around him. His orgasm took hold, amazed for the half second he was aware enough to think that he’d been able to hold off this long, emptying himself deep inside of her. 

“Fuck,” she moaned, panting for breath as they both came down from their shared high. Joel had all but collapsed on top of her and he adjusted, pulling himself gently from her body and feeling their combined spend leaking from her as he did. He lay beside her and she turned to look at him. “That… I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like that.” 

He smiled a little. 

“Me either.” 

She smiled back. 

“I think we’ll have to do that again sometime,” she said. 

“Only if you let me take you out first,” Joel said. “Don’t think I can get enough of you in bed. Think I’m gonna need as much as you’ll let me have outside it, too.” 

Ashley reached out and carded her fingers through his thick, shaggy curls. 

“I think we can make that work.” 

[unnervinglyferal]

Saw a thing that made me think of you for some reason. Gonna paste the entire reddit post here rather than link it, because you need to read in real time for the funny:

"My (31M) wife (32F) and I are in a healthy and happy relationship. That said, we’ve been together since high school, so we both feel that we missed out a little by being each others’ only sexual experiences. We’ve talked about this at length and decided a few years ago that we’re ok with having a few hall passes in our relationship, since we very much intend to stay together the rest of our lives and don’t want any resentment over missed possibilites. Plus it’s pretty rare that we could even find such an opportunity, as it’s a little hard to find hookups when you’re in a committed marriage and don’t go out much. We even gave each other advance approval in case a situation arises, so long as we’re safe about it and tell each other immediately afterward. We’ve both used one HP, each with someone we knew well enough but would never see again, and no issues came out of it. In fact, it’s only made us more secure in our relationship and how much we genuinely appreciate being with each other.

Recently, I had to travel to London for work. I don’t normally get to travel for work, so I decided to make a trip out of it and spend a few extra days of my own time in the city after the project was done. My wife couldn’t join because she didn’t have any vacation time left but was very supportive of me taking some time to explore since I’ve never been to London and she has. Being cheap, and being a pretty outgoing guy when I’m so inclined, I decided to stay in a hostel. I was interested in meeting other travelers since I didn’t know anyone in the city and love being sociable with new people. I chatted with several of the people staying there, and in particular a very attractive French girl (mid-20’s) who dressed super goth.

For context, I love the goth girl look. I’ve been sucked into the goth gf propaganda online, much to the annoyance of my wife. It isn’t her style, but she has been nice enough to cater to me by putting on a sexy goth outfit on occasion, since she’s knows it’s a huge fantasy of mine. Still, I pester her constantly to be more goth because I enjoy it so much.

Anyway, I ended up spending a little bit of time with goth French baddie - we both went to the hostel’s happy hour event and hit it off there. I found out that she was recently single and was in London for an art show. It turned out we were both into emo music, and we talked about our favorite bands. I had the thought that she was acting a bit flirty towards me, but didn’t think too much of it, until I later found myself sharing a sink with her in the hostel bathroom.

The hostel was co-ed, so each floor had a small shared bathroom with a communal sink, and a door that was meant to be kept open but which people frequently closed for the sake of having more privacy than just a stall to shower in. So I’m brushing my teeth while chatting up the real-life version of Shadowheart (who, mind you, is wearing an extremely low cut top), when she suddenly closes the bathroom door behind us. In my mind, my wildest fantasy is about to come true. It’s even more exciting because of the adrenaline rush of being in a semi-public setting, and a girl being so into me that she would make such a bold move. I can’t believe this is actually happening to me. I instantly get hard. Then she turns around and asks “Are you interested in learning about our lord and savior Jesus Christ?”

She had me cornered for 10 minutes trying to talk me into salvation, while I grew increasingly despondent and immensely disappointed, with the whiplash of going from what could’ve been one of the crowning moments of my life, to pure and utter dejection.

When I told my wife this story, she laughed for a solid hour. She said it’s karma for annoying her about wanting a goth gf.

TL;DR life dream was to bang a hot goth girl. Thought I was getting the opportunity, but got cockblocked by Jesus Christ. god is real and he hates me."

The fucking mood whiplash. I was reading this nodding along like okay yeah I guess that could be us in like 10 or 15 years, who knows, neither me nor my girl are the jealous type or anything, and then it fucking struck. The christians have weaponized goth girls. Fucking lost it laughing, it's been a rough 24 hours, thank you.

[cawthorntales]

"What are you doing here? Did I do something wrong?"

"No Blake." Grim answered. "I've done some thinking and realized that I can't expect you to trust me over the society if I don't tell you everything."

"Really?" I asked surprised.

"Yes." Grim replied.

"Can I ask a question?"

"You may."

"Why do you care so much about Ambrosia? Is it because it brings people back? And you are against that. There would be no suffering for you to enjoy?"

"Is that what you think?" Grim asked. I could tell I'd offended him.

"Well you are the Grim Reaper."

"I lack morality yes. But I am not heartless or cruel. I don't take delight in what I do."

"Then why do it? I was a kid. I needed my family."

"I know you did and I am sorry I had to reap them, but it was their fate." Answered sadly.

"Their fate was to be with me. To see me grow up." I retorted trying to not cry.

Look a balance needs to exist in the world. Do you know what would happen if everything just existed forever? Eventually resources would crumble from overpopulation."

"Then how come supernatural's are immortal? How is that fair?"

"But they aren't Blake. If a werewolf is attacked with silver they die, if a vampire is exposed to sunlight, staked in the heart or doesn't feed they die, if a fairy is exposed to poison or attacked with steel they die. It's true that they can go on forever unlike humans, but they aren't invincible. They can die too. And look at all they give up. Vampires can never feel the sun, werewolves can lose themselves and control if they aren't careful, fairies health are tied to their home. And all of them have been persecuted and hunted just for who they are before humanity got better."

"I-I never thought about any of that."

"As to why I care about Ambrosia that ties into the society. Despite what you think I would have no issue with people using Ambrosia to bring a loved one back for a second chance. In fact I am a believer in second chances. But I also fill it is something that effort should be put into and earned. Not something you could just do willy nilly."

"I guess that makes sense." I answered.

"Plus the society uses it for evil."

"What do you mean?"

"I know the founder of the Ambrosia Society in fact three hundred years ago she was my best friend."

"I never would have pegged the Grim Reaper to have friends."

"There's a lot about me you and other mortals don't know Blake. Anyway I trusted Deanna more than I had any human before. I knew she was scared of dying, but as her friend I tried my best to reassure her that when her time came it'd all be ok. I even broke my own rules and told her how old she'd be when her time was up. Little did I know she was using me. Our friendship was never real.

She learned as much as she could about me, my powers and the supernatural world as a whole. She used that knowledge to craft the first ambrosia and the first young again potion. She then fled with her findings and went into hiding. She built her society up with other criminals and together for centuries they've built their criminal empires. They've done every crime you can think of. I've tried and tried to stop them, but reaping them when I do catch one does no good as they just use the tools at their disposal to revive.

Because of the Ambrosia Society and my own foolishness for thinking I could ever have a friend thousands of people have died or been harmed of the centuries before their time. I have to stop them and I have to make Ambrosia something only people with pure intentions can access."

"I'm sorry." I said." I can't imagine that kind of burden. They sound awful. But why are they helping me?"

"They usually don't interact with the mortals who partake in my quest to learn ambrosia. That is why many don't get far. They must see potential in you. Deanna is wanting to recruit you."

"I'd never join."

"He said that too."

"Who?" I asked.

"Mortimer Goth. He told me he just wanted his wife Bella back. I saw him as a potential friend."

"What happened?"

"The society got to him. They told him they could bring his wife back and he could make himself even richer off of the schemes the society had. He feel for it."

"Mortimer doesn't seem like that?" I questioned. I'd only met him once when I first came to town and he sent me the Grimophone, but I'd not heard from him since.

"Because the society betrayed him. They brought his wife back like he promised, but she was disgusted by what the society is about and she didn't want her or Mortimer involved. She threatened to expose them. Deanna killed her. They then tossed Mortimer out and moved locations. He once again lost it all."

"That's awful. However I can promise you I am not swayed. I do not care about money, power or whatever else they can offer. I just want my parents and sister. So I will continue to learn what I can from them. I can play stupid until I have the information you need."

"I hope so." Grim said before he vanished in a cloud of black smoke.

[heyftinally]

Swifties do love setting Taylor up.

Just what I saw on Twitter Yesterday:

1989 is a pop Bible that everybody knows. - Well if it's trash maybe.

Reputation is hip hop ??? - What?

Reputation is goth Rock ?? - Lol

That Reputation is also supposed to be R&nB - like where?? wtf?

And her new album the Treacherous Dead Poets Default is an album with a new sound.

Or this yt lady on tt that was claiming that no other artists has transcended genres as successfully as taylor did. 😭 And she mentions Rock? Girl where? And literally there are tons of artists who did it way better than her.

Or that one video which they have now deleted bc taylor was getting dragged. It was a video of her just walking on stage and singing (not live) and the caption was like: I can't believe she was doing that for the first time. ' - Some small part of me does feel sorry for these delusional fanbase. Cause she has the highest grossing tour right now. Big emphasis on right now cause that record is not forever. Anyways they can not post much about her performance anywhere without people using it to drag her. Cause let's face it. She can't perform. She's not serving. She's giving nothing. Her dancers slay more than she does.

Pffffft Taylor went from pop country to pop and never changed again. Slightly different vibes? Sure. Still pop. She wouldn't know rock if it smacked her in the head.

Missy Elliott is hip hop. Early P!nk (ie Most Girls) is R&B. Sumo Cyco is goth rock (+ others, but still). Taylor Swift wouldn't touch any of those genres with a 10ft pole, and quite frankly she'd suck at them if she tried lol.

She doesn't "transcend genres", and considering she can't even make different versions of pop sound good, I think we know why.

And no, she can't perform. Let me flex my expertise here: I'm a trained dancer. Specifically with 26 years of training in tap, jazz, ballet, theater, and contemporary, with additional training in commercial/street jazz (aka music video and tour choreography) and various other styles in sporadic classes. I've literally been choreographing since I was about seven years old, and have been analyzing commercial choreography since I was 15.

That said,

Her performances are not only weak, but they show me that her tour choreographer either

Doesn't exist and she created all of her own "dancing" herself

Doesn't know how to adapt choreography for someone with virtually no dance technique

Actively has something out for Taylor and is trying to make her look bad

I'm going to reference "Look What You Made Me Do" from the Eras tour, because that's the most recent and clearest to illustrate my point

A video of the performance in question, for reference.

Okay, first off, right off the bat, her hand floating on her hip looks awkward and uncomfortable. It's giving "over-excited 8yo at recital". For someone with as much experience as she has performing, I'd expect her to look more settled in her beginning pose. She looks like she's overthinking, and thus it looks under rehearsed.

Then we have that flexed hand - yes it's a nit pick, but that pose belongs very few places outside of a 6yo's tap dance.

Movibg on, her robotic movements look messy as fuck. Sharp isolations like that are HARD. A lot of dancers with years of training struggle with getting the kind of sharpness you would expect to see from that choreography. And on the scale of a stadium like she's in, everything is amplified. If it's messy, it's going to look five times as messy as it might on a smaller scale, because the further away the audience is, the more detail gets lost. So you're movements need to be SHARP in order to translate to the audience. Add to that that this is clearly filmed professionally/intentionally, and it really just looks unprofessional/poorly planned.

Meanwhile the things like the "don't like you" scolding (besides looking childish) are so small that you wouldn't see them beyond the front row. When you're choreographing even for a normal stage, the #1 rule is make everything BIG and intentional. If you're kicking, you're hitting AT LEAST a 45° angle, and with the force of trying to kick the winning soccer (football) goal. Taylor doesn't do that. Those movements are small, sad, and weak, and it honestly looks lazy. I know a 10yo currently doing a competitive dance solo to this song, and I shit you not that 10yo is 50x more interesting to watch perform than Taylor.

So yeah, her music has been one note since Fearless one note (uninspired pop), and her "stage presence" is about on par with an 8yo who doesn't want to be here.

[1-800-local-slut]

Dean and Sam x Black Goth Reader

I was rewatching Interview with a Vampire. This was born then I passed out and finished writing it this morning. I hope you enjoy!

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Dean and Sam with a gothic reader who lives in the bunker, isn’t a hunter and does research. She's into dark literature, loves the night, cats, poison, flowers and all that stuff. She's also super smart. She loves death, and dead people and works at a super old and cool bookstore.

Warnings: implied smut, stabbings, nothing else really

Dean

Dean would have mixed feelings on this but ultimately love this

Thought you were a witch for a solid few seconds

Can you blame him? The cross necklace, solid black dress that hugged your curves and stopped at your thighs, the matching corset tied around your waist, the spider web stockings that he admired through the slit on your dress, the butterfly sleeves around your arms, the pentacle on your black chunky heels. Totally witchy.

Not to mention how beautiful you were, he didn’t think the looks were natural

He was enamored by your faux locs

You guys met when he was on a case thankfully in Kansas, and had to go to the bookstore you work

Thought you were sexy in a dark way

Was trying to figure out if you were punk or emo for a few seconds 

You had to go ask him if you could help him with something

You noticed him staring and tried to get your coworker to take him and she magically had to call her babysitter so you had to go talk to him

“Welcome to the Afterlife Athenaeum, how can I help you today?”

His ears melted when he heard your voice

You remind him of Morticia Addams

Had a childhood crush on Morticia Addams

He reminded you of a gas station attendant

He’d ask for something completely unrelated so he can he can keep hearing you talk

Listened to you talk to him about Gothic Architecture for five minutes, not having a clue what you were going on about

Got a book about funeral rites.

You told him that was a personal favorite and also threw in a book on embalming

Went back to the bunker with the books he needed and from there kept going back to the shop

Asks stupid questions to hear you talk

You two begun an unlikely friendship

He would make loud noises and disturb you unintentionally, you would glare at him with a reminder to stay quiet in the shop

Would follow you around watering the plants in the store while you closed

Swapping earbuds, and Dean being jumpscared by Shout At The Devil

He was honestly shocked, you just seem so serene and calm and reserved all the time and he was ready to hear a loud violin

When you found out he was a hunter, he was worried you’d run and call the police after seeing him stab a ‘man’ in the neck but then you saw it literally fizzle and pop

And he was right, you ran.

 Straight into his arms

You convinced him to let you take him to get dinner and tell you all about it

You listened with wide eyes about everything, understood why he would often ask for books on symbolism of different things, mythological creatures, but when you asked if he’s been a hunter basically all his life how come he didn’t have any books of his own.

Did not have an answer for that

He developed a crush on you after you didn’t run away 

Scared to make moves

But not too scared, cuz it’s Dean

Makes corny jokes 

“Are you a grave? Cuz I wanna be buried in you.”

“Dean, stop.” but you’re trying not to laugh because it’s dumb

“Are you a witch? Cuz I’m under your spell.”

“Dean.” your lips are pursed to restrain yourself

“How about for our first date we go to the cemetery and have a grave time? I’m just dying to meet you there.”

You laughed and Dean proudly smiled, wandered out the door of the cafe you guys usually meet with for some reason and didn’t come back

Eventually, you developed a crush on him as well

Confesses to you on a moonlit walk 

From there you two start dating

You guys went as Johnny and Mavis for Halloween one year

He likes when you kiss him and it leaves a black stain

Likes to help you pick out clothes and always jokes about burying you in them

Compares you to the goth kids from South Park

Watching Scooby Doo together

Convinced you to be Velma for Halloween, and when he saw you in the costume his brain rewired seeing you in it

You didn't even get to take the costume off yourself, he did it for you

Doesn’t really like reading with you but he likes watching you read and get super focused on whatever piece of literature it is

Loves watching horror movies with you

Matching jewelry 

He wears a different version of your cross necklace

Late night drives (doesn’t like you going outside at night but he can’t stop you)

Gets along with your cat but they fight for your attention like crazy

Likes to water the plants around your apartment 

Doesn’t want to ask you for help on a hunt, would like to keep you far away from it but your persistence wears him down

He wants you to leave lipstick stains on his abs and dick (and you do)

Loves picking out your lipstick 

Let’s you put eyeliner on him

Got you little bat clips to put in your afro and likes to see you use them

Loves when you put hair products into different containers and label them and likes to help (it’s just fun) 

He likes to run around in your boots sometimes even though his feet don’t fully fit

Got jumpscared when he saw you in the bunker one morning and called you a Victorian ghost child

When you asked to start a garden he didn’t see the point but you eventually got what you wanted

You torture him in the best way 

Gets you black roses instead of red ones

He loves your dresses and fishnets, he honestly falls apart over them

Loves seeing you get along with Sam, calls you both nerds

Cooks for the two of you

One night you told him you thought a pet bat would be cool and he went stiff and made you swear up and down to never mention it again

Likes seeing your stuff around his room, and doing laundry and finding your black bras and clothes

Loves how understanding you are about his job and the supernatural 

Your really helpful sometimes

Like he’ll tell you about something completely random and you’ll give him a full story explaining the origins of it in a morgue in Peru or something

Makes fun of you and says you shop at Hot Topic

He likes to put things up high for you so you have to either climb something and he can see your ass move or you have to ask him for help

All in all Dean would love his goth gf and all her oddities

Sam

Sam wouldn’t really care

He too thought you were a witch when he first saw you

He was on an early morning run, and ran into a coffee shop to get a water

Saw you sitting there, dressed in all black in a corset dress with a choker around your neck and a tiny pentagram hanging from it and rose fishnet stockings

He loved your jewelry immediately, the silver accessories and rings that adorned your tiny fingers

He also loved your dark lipstick

You had your ear plugs plugged in, reading a book in Latin with your curly hair shining in the lights of the Sun through the window and a woman knowing Latin made his dick hard

Minding your own black business really

Sam went on about his day, went back to the bunker, showered up and talked to Dean about a case in New Mexico

Had to find some more information, reading the news articles, he saw there were flowers left at the scene of the crime

But he couldn’t find this one flower in any of his books so he went to a bookstore he had seen before in town, called Afterlife Athenaeum. He went at night due to a day full of scouring the internet and books to come up empty

And guess who he spotted? You

Now he didn’t pay much attention to you at first, in fact he didn’t recognize you at first because now you were in a different yet alluring outfit

You were just stocking books, but you were too short too reach up and get something on the top shelf and your cunt of a manager put the stool somewhere you couldn’t find

You were jumping and Sam thought you looked like a jumping spider and your boots made a loud noise through the empty bookstore when your shoes hit the ground

Looking around you saw a big ass white man and decided to try your luck

“Excuse me? I’m sorry to bother you but could you grab that book for me?” 

Tall, sexy, and helpful, you were ready to jump into his arms and escape with him.    

He gave you a charming smile and handed you the book which just so happened to be a book on the language of flowers. He looked it over with a pleased hum. “Oh I actually need this.” He stole a glance at your name tag and you smiled in delight. Despite dressing like you just left a funeral you were seemingly cheerful. “Perfect! It’s our last one too, I’ll ring you up. Is there anything else you need?” You asked, taking the book from his large hands. “No thank you.” 

When you rang him up his eyes stuck to your silver cross necklace that he had a hunch was just for fashion

You noticed him staring, and you decide to make moves

(I have a feeling Sam enjoys being seduced, follow me on this)

“New in town?” he automatically falls in love with your voice. You ask while looking down at the book, and checking the catalog for the title and the price. “No, just giving this place a try.” Sam kept stealing glances at you. You were just doing your regular work and he was entranced. “Well I hope to see  you again, we don’t get a lot of handsome customers” you said slyly, while handing him the bag with two fancy capital A’s on it.

And there’s a look between you too, and he left knowing he’d be coming back definitely

Came back two weeks later and looked for you. He asked a question on poisons and watched your eyes literally light up. He then listens to your info dump on plants and buys three of your recommendations

Eventually you two become friends, sharing music, CD’s, story recommendations and more

You find out he’s a hunter when you’re visiting a relatives grave one night and you watch him kill a shapeshifter 

Your jaw dropped, immediately began to quietly pack up and escape before you caught a stray. He saw you out of the corner of his eye and grabbed you while you ran, and the way he grabbed you made you get a lil excited. He explains everything to you, given it was that or you call the police . After he explained that he wasn’t a murderer, and explained the supernatural was real you exploded and listened to literally everything with such investment

Just adorable

After that, you two got a bit closer (nothing too crazy). He kept you a bit of a secret for a while

Needed help decoding a message left at a crime scene and went to your apartment. You made him some tea, he looked around your cozy apartment and learned you had a cat who immediately loved him

You sat down on the recliner, he took the couch right in front of your coffee table and you sat down on the arm of the couch to show him something. His eyes glued onto your thighs in your silk black shorts and matching top. He was imagining taking your matching robe off the moment he came inside

You noticed because you were staring at his dick through his pants since he came inside and he was hard like immediately and you decide to take your shot

“Sam?” You began while shutting your book and placing your elbow on the back of the couch. Your eyes were basically burning through him. “Yeah?” He was trying to focus on his laptop but couldn’t. “If you were a flower, you’d be an orchid.” You were now fidgeting with one of your black nails. He immediately got the hint, it was in the book you showed him “Really?” He flirted back with his eyes. “Oh yes, the orchid is a very alluring plant.” You continued and then moved your brown eyes to his.

The rest was history from there

After that night he was deeper under your spell

Likes to watch Phantom of the Opera with you

Dirty talks in Latin

You guys talk shit about people in Latin

“Asinus officium spectat terribilis.” (Her ass job looks terrible)

“Quod est medium infantem.” (That's mean baby)

He likes to fidget with your nails

He hates Halloween but you love it much to his dismay

Agreed to go as Morticia and Gomez one year and almost lost his mind seeing you in the dress

You didn’t make it out the house

He likes seeing you not dressed as fancy but casually in one of his big ass t-shirts and just walking around

First night you stayed at the bunker he was amazed by how your energy just changed the entire room 

Likes hearing you speak different languages

He tells you all the time you remind him of the moon

Loves loves loves seeing you dressed casually to the point where it’s an obsession

But he loves your fancy clothes as much as your casual t-shirts and tank tops you wear on laundry days

He likes when your in the library of the bunker trying to get a book down and you can’t reach it

He loves your plants

He enjoys seeing the different dark shades of purples, blacks and more

But he likes how you love all of the plants even the ones that are a bright red or yellow

He loves your perfumes

Accompanies you everywhere at night, and loves the way the moonlight reflects off your brown  skin

He loves when you put lip gloss on over your lipstick and kiss him

He buys your bonnets and anything else in a color he sees you commonly wear

A black mirror, a black head scarf, a black bandanna, silver charms for your braids when you get your hair done, black lip liner

Told you about Jess, and you listened with such kindness and respect his heart swelled

You told him about your beliefs that the dead should be treated with respect 

still listens to your info dumps (I’m telling you he will never get sick of your info dumps, you could be explaining the history of toast to him and he’d still be happy)

He likes that when you bruise, it’s a purplish red color so when he bites you or holds your hips too tight he takes deep satisfaction in knowing the next day there’ll be purple and dark hand marks around your hips.

Doesn’t want you hunting but knows you’re incredibly curious

Came to a conclusion that if he kept you in the loop about what he was hunting it would work out best for him, plus you’d be a great help

He’s partially convinced you know everything relating to death, human sacrifices, embalming methods, which works great for him 

He spends a lot of time with Dean looking at dead people and symbols he barely understands and if he can just send you a picture and in two minutes you can tell him exactly what it is the sooner he can kill it and go home

Dean calls you guys Dr. Frankenstien and his bride (Frankenstein was the DOCTOR not the monster I refuse to have incorrect terminology here)

You and Dean have an unlikely friendship, and you ended up learning Dean is a big fan of gothic romance

You guys watch horror movies together, and argue over which Purge movie was better (the answer is Election Year)

Sam just thinks you're cool, overall doesn’t really think too much about your fashion or interest. He just likes you and the fact that your sexy and smart is a huge bonus

Let me know what you guys think! I loved writing this and I loved rewatching interview with a vampire. Gothic stuff will always have a special place in my little black heart, and I like putting little nods to it in a lot of my writing. Anyways, that's all! Please enjoy <333

[moonlit-escape]

⋆⛧°. ⋆ Sasha Mystreet headcanons !!

i have a tummy ache rn from eating too much. anyway here's sasha i lobe her

half russian, half korean

demisexual (this is me projecting not just bc of her color palette i promise dont LOOK at me like that)

still pretty closed off, cold, and stoic. but, once in a blue moon, gene and zenix get her to genuinely laugh or mouth off and get angry and they absolutely relish in it

they're best friends :(

the only one of the three who can currently legally drive.

breakcore / hyperpop-punk Queen !! (crystal castles, quinn, swrslvt/cynthoni, laura les, snafu, charli xcx, xn88ax. yknow, shit i added to her playlist)

PIERCINGS!! honestly w all these headcanons, if they are/were a punk, they have piercings. she has double eyebrow piercings, a bellybutton piercing, and a tongue piercing

got deeper into and still practices witchcraft, just not potions or spells. she prefers her palm-reading, tarot, herbal mixtures and remedies, and crystal charges

im planning on making her patron saint someone from MCD that didn't get to mystreet, but first i have to actually Watch MCD.

loves scented candles and incense. she has pretty incense holders all around the house

favourite video game is luigi's mansion

always plays luigi during mario party and always loses. but it's fine bc she always wins mario kart (zenix is always princess peach and gene always plays one of the fuckin monster goons: dry bones, shy guy, goomba, one of the koopa kids)

had a crush on gene at one point, and they even tried out a relationship in uni, but then realized they were just doing the same exact things they did as friends and weren't really going anywhere, so they stayed besties

uses potion bottles as water bottles because they're just more practical

runs a vampire fanfic tumblr blog. she makes really fuckin good vampire au fanfics of really popular fandoms

has a butterfly knife and switchblade collection. they're all really pretty

zenix made her match phone charms with him, but he tells everyone she forced him (nobody believes him)

her and gene used to be skater buddies (zenix couldnt figure out how to skate for the life of him), but she's the only one who still skates around sometimes

i don't know how to explain this to anyone and it is honestly just my own delusion but oh my God did sasha have a mini crush on katelyn in high school

like it wasn't anything super. but she cannot lie to herself and say she didn't have fun during gym getting to see katelyn

typical "goth gf" reads classic literature and edgar allen poe poems and short stories. but also she has to work, so she listens to audiobooks

it's not that she doesn't feel her emotions or anything, but more-so she's just not used to expressing them, and doesn't know how to properly. and now, she feels like it's too late and would be too awkward to learn how

so, she expresses herself in other ways. like through her loud music, or her witchcraft, or through pen sketches and painting

she likes to go on walks every once in a while in completely random or strange places. yknow, ones where it feels like you shouldn't really be going. and sometimes she sketches whatever she finds there and thinks about

whenever she has a particularly.. excruciatingly stressful day, she likes to lay on the floor with her astral projector light, listen to music, and take an edible. it helps her calm down, and feel like she's in a different world for a while

it has backfired before though, because her mind went to the wrong place, and she ended up having a panic attack. so, she makes sure she only does it when both of the guys are home to check on her and ground her if she does start spiraling

Don't do drugs, kids. And if you REALLY have to try it because you're stupid, don't do it Stupidly. have a babysitter. a Trusted babysitter. and don't start with edibles. Be safe, or fuck up and die

[spideronthesun]

Siblings and Questions Tag!

Thanks for the tag @cain-e-brookman! (x) Oh, the fun I had answering those!

1. Who looks the most like Dad?

Nikolas. When he first started going to school, lots of teachers would not stop looking at him, because he reminded them of someone else. He thinks he and his father share a lot in common, even some of the drinking problems. Although he would never treat his brothers the way he had treated him or Edvardas. And since they only share the same mother, the other one would be Danielius. He's a carbon copy of his own father.

2. Who looks the most like mom?

Edvardas. He's got her eyes and nose. But Adamas is the one who is most similar to their mother in personality.

3. Who eats the most?

Danielius. There's a good chance that you might bump into him in the kitchen late at night, when he is trying to find something to snack on in the fridge. However, Robertas love to sneak bites off his brother's foods as well. He lives by the motto that sharing is caring.

4. Who has been in the weirdest situations?

Definitely Edvardas. Let's just say that he's always been a bit difficult. He used to storm out of the house and disappear for over a week sometimes. Causing his brothers to worry about his whereabouts because he would not bother contacting them. And ever since he was young, he would always find himself in trouble without even looking for it. He has some stories to tell.

5. Who sleeps the most?

Danielius. He goes to bed around three am and can sleep till noon.

6. Most stable romantic life?

I'd say probably Nikolas, since he was so close to getting married once, but he had ended it abruptly. He doesn't date around unless he's certain about a connection. Edvardas is a serial dater. He has had far too many partners over the years. Robertas had been in two serious relationships before, one of them being long-distance. Adamas never dated. And Danielius, well, he's still young. He's got his eyes currently on someone. But he's not sure about how she feels about him.

7. Worst habit of each one?

Nikolas has substance issues, so that makes him unreliable. Edvardas is hot headed, and tends to act before thinking. Robertas takes other people's stuff without asking. Adamas can be a bit far too independent sometimes, and he tends to go behind people's backs. And Danielius procrastinates.

8. Who's the most dramatic?

Edvardas. Come on, we are literally talking about the man, who had run away from his family the moment he had found out that he's got some mumbo jumbo super powers.

9. Who had a weird phase?

No one, really. Well, I don't consider most of the things weird. I do think that Adamas likes listening k-pop, and even today, you'd see him making new playlists with the songs that he had discovered recently. Robertas went through a goth phase.

10. Best cook of the family?

Edvardas. He works as a chef, and I can tell you that he is so good at it, that he would throw me out of the kitchen. And would ask me to stop using so many spoons because he doesn't understand what I am trying to make. His love language is cooking for people he loves.

11. Best memory together?

You know, there's too many of those. So many of the best memories stem from childhood where they were practically inseparable. They would always be playing together outside. They would go camping every summer. And after their father had gone to sleep, they would stay up all night around the bonfire, and tell each other scary stories. Probably with Danielius slowly drifting off to sleep and falling asleep on Rob's shoulder.

12. Worst memory together?

My dear friends, this is a spoiler.

13. Dream trip together

They don't really have anything in mind. But someone like Edvardas would probably want to go to hitch a ride and go somewhere. At least to take a temporary break from magic and just feel normal again. Remember what it is like to be a human without many responsibilities.

14. Would you rather not be able to shower for a month or have the same clothes for a month?

Nikolas would be most straightforward with his answer. Have the same clothes for a month. Edvardas and Robertas would be so baffled, they would end up getting into an argument. Adamas would be busy laughing at those two. Danielius would end up scratching his nose and think about it for hours. And would forget what you even initially asked him because his mind wandered off somewhere else.

15. Who's the older one?

Nikolas.

16. Role model?

Without hesitation, Adamas would always pick Nikolas. He admires his eldest brother far too much, and is thankful for how he kept the family together despite many struggles that they had run into.

17. Who usually has the worst ideas?

You know, it would be far too obvious if I answered Edvardas, right? So, let's go with Danielius for this one. He also has a tendency to think with his heart before using his brain. And while it is too much of a spoiler to give out why I am saying so, he almost got himself in trouble in order to save Medeina.

18. A GIANT insect is on the wall, who's taking care of it?

If it's a spider, Danielius is screaming and running out of the room, only to never be seen again. Or hiding behind Robertas or Nikolas. If it is a beetle, Robertas would pick it up and bring it outside, without much disgust. Usually the insects love him.

Tagging: @alintalzin @mrbexwrites @satohqbanana @addomfarm-ogf-updates @darkangel319 & anyone else who wants to do it!

[jessthetea]

Here's the things that got me curious about Jess. When I first saw Jess's Instagram almost 3 years ago it said she's a founder of ice studios then after 4 months of dating Jamie, she removed 'founder of ice studios' off her IG. I was quite wondering why did she do that for?.

Back to the present. Nowadays It’s so clearly that Jess is totally not running ice studios not even own half of a business, the founder she used to claim basically everything she claims to be was all bullshit. And now for a new adding we know she’s not a licensed manager/agent and her MGMT is overdued (Can't she really afford that? How about the past 7 years who pays for her tho?). It's so lame to see her continues taking credit after credit over and over even begging people to give her credit when she does fucking nothing but I kinda understand her a little. She has to get back to work cause 1. No one is willing to support her financial, 2. She needs a credit to add on her profile/portfolio to be able to apply for a new job or being able to request higher earnings, 3. She needs money (desperately) to cover all her stupid nonsense yet expensive payments(tattoo touch up, hair extensions, overpriced skincare, Botox, Fillers, nail treatment, wearing brand name outfits from head to toe, A never seem to be done surgery, and more, you name it)

Jess having to go back to work (or at least pretending she’s working because it still doesn’t seem like she’s doing much of anything for anyone) isn’t looking great. No matter how you spin it. For the three years she was with Jamie, she didn’t seem to do a whole lot. When she was trailing behind him everywhere, no one even mentioned her for anything. Then last year, only after Josey pointed out that she wasn’t doing any actual work, she started making it look like she was "busy." There was that random ad for Ice looking for a graphic designer, a few Instagram stories of her wearing Ice merch, and then Rams-Kay thanking her for setting up a booth at Complexcon—which she didn’t even bother showing up to.

Now she’s been in NYC for almost a month (if not longer, because it's possible she went straight there after taking that sad cupcake photo on Jamie’s balcony). She’s giving off this vibe of "working," still dressing like she’s goth and wearing a cross, but she’s looking super skinny. It’s like she knows she’s in trouble, knows Jamie’s done with her, and realizes she’s got to find another rich guy to take care of her or she’s getting sent back to England.

Honestly, why doesn’t she just get a legit job if she’s got all these "credentials" she claims? Maybe no one will hire her because of the tattoos that look like someone went wild with a tattoo gun on her neck? Or maybe because her credentials are fake, and anyone can figure that out with a quick look at her Instagram? Or maybe her visa expired, and she’s not even supposed to be here anymore. She posted a photo of herself clubbing last night—would she really be doing that if she wasn’t single? Possibly, but since it’s unclear if she’s even seen Jamie since June, it’s more likely she’s single and trying to find someone new to latch onto.

The whole situation is just sad and confusing. I’d feel bad for her if she didn’t come off as a manipulative con artist who’s tricked everyone into thinking she’s some kind of victim.

[wordy-little-witch]

I love your headcanons and thoughts!

Can we hear more about Bronwyn D. Clown?

How the Strawhats think of her or more about her personality and what she wants to be?

If that's okay?

Yeah of course!! Winnie is my little cutie patootie and I love her so much I'm soft ♡♡

So it's very evident from an early age that she's very opinionated. She also inherited Buggy's sweet tooth, which is absolutely adorable and funny as heck bc as a tiny tot, they introduced new foods fairly frequently with time between to check for any allergies ((None that they know of btw)). When they introduced her to ice cream, she went a little feral and it was to the laughter and amusement of her parents. She did the whole OoO face and just straight up grabbed the ice cream, double fisted and face planted into it. It was hilarious and adorable.

As she gets older, she begins mellowing out. She's not hesitant about having her own opinions, but she's by and large rather soft spoken. She's pretty quiet all in all, but when she speaks, she has a way of projecting her words and being HEARD. She loves the circus just like her baba, and she takes to aerial silks like a fish to water. She enjoys darker, richer colors like her dad and papa, but patterns like baba. Essentially think dark carnival aesthetic.

As for thoughts of others about her, I'll itemize the list lol

Rayleigh

- absolutely wrapped around her little finger. All she has to do is flutter those lashes, pout a little, and go "grandpa-" and he's folding like a house of cards. Absolutely spoils her rotten. Unashamed of it. Is the type to pick her up like "aww, poor thing, are your parents being mean to my princess? How terrible, let grandpa help-"

Shanks

- he loves her so much, and they somehow manage to both have an It's On Sight policy (/hj). From an early age, Winnie has enjoyed gently bullying him, and he's so soft about it because she reminds him so much of how Buggy was a child, just a little more mellowed out. It starts with an elephant to the face. He always overreact to get a laugh from her, up to and including getting "beat up" and hitting the ground, groaning and pleading for mercy. He's very much the fun uncle and his responsibility is.... touch and go. Will absolutely keep her safe and protect her with his life; will also not hesitate to be like ".... you wanna try this-?" And offer a 5 year old a sip of rum. Can only babysit if Benn, Yassop or Hongo are there as well. Kind of stupid, but full of love.

Luffy

- COUSIN

- is not trusted to babysit until Winnie is about 10 and even then it is preferred to have another adult on hand. He sees her for the first time when she's about three or four, and he's just mesmerized ((and also a little thrown off because her dark hair is wavy and the freckles and glare make his chest ache a little)).

- doesn't even question the baby making logistic of a few men together, just goes "Oh neat, can we play?" Buggy is soft and refuses to admit it. He also refuses to admit that the scrapbook for Winnie's growth includes more than a few pictures of playtime with "Lulu", and a few of some inpromptu naptimes.

Speaking of nap times-

Zoro

- is actually a decent responsible party, and is semi awkward because he refuses to think of Mihawk as anything other than a begrudging mentor ((he's his dad, but he will Not admit it)). Looks at Winnie like "oh... a goth clown.... yeah that checks out I guess." 11/10, will protect, but also fairly hands off. Most of the time spent together is either play fighting, training, or naps.

Nami

- aww, cute kid~ she isn't all too fond of children personally. She loves kids from a distance, and she'll protect them with everything she has, but she likes them in small doses. Winnie is the same with most social settings, she likes people when she's in the mood for people. They both love treasure though, shiny things and dress up. Girls Trips.

Usopp

- Story Teller Extraordinaire!! Loves kids, best babysitter, the main one Buggy actually trusts 110%. Honestly Usopp is one of the best to handle her, he can match the energy levels of the day and is good at engagement.

Sanji

- lowkey uncomfortable with kids, but Winnie is a good kid. Will protect, will make fun snacks, absolutely down for princess tea parties and monster tea parties, makes the themed snacks without hesitation. He adores her.

Chopper

- Friend Shaped. They get up to hijinks together. Slightly over protective but for good reason! Shenanigans Pal

Robin

- enjoys being Winnie's favorite strawhat auntie if only because Crocodile is So Awkward About It. Spoils the girl rotten. Equally macabre as Winnie. Ironically also passes as a relative to her. Gets mistaken as Winnie's mother on occasion. Is THRIVING while teaching a small child swears and the science behind mummification.

Franky

- Weird Big Brother/Uncle Man, loved by children, let's Winnie decorate his mechanical parts with fridge magnets. Taught her how to spray paint. They go on graffiti adventures.

Brook

- will die again before allowing harm to befall a child. Finally has met his match for puns!! They love skeleton jokes and Winnie even gives him new material. Gallow humor besties. They absolutely go APESHIT on Halloween. It becomes smth of a tradition. Halloween is coming up? Cross Guild and the Strawhats are picking an island for a meet up so Winnie and Brook can go feral on the poor townsfolk (/hj) ((dw it's all ethically sourced, they wouldn't scare and traumatized GOOD people.))

Jimbei

- Oh That Is A Tiny Human

- decently amicable with Mihawk, less so with Crocodile but still civil and respectful. Ironically, he rather enjoys Buggy's company, and their daughter is simply Very Cute. Is happy to he assigned uncle by proxy, and the first time this tiny little pink nosed girl called him "unc'a Jimmy", he simply exploded and hugged her. Responsible but fun uncle - a little bit of an enabler but within reason. She can cause mayhem and mischief, but nothing Too Far. Honestly, has vague Wine Aunt meets Nerf Gun Uncle energy. Absolutely would carry her in a baby carrier with matching sunglasses and Starbucks. Now allowed to dress her up though, his taste in prints is atrocious.

[lykaios2]

can we get a mm tmnt (all of them or just Donnie if you don’t wanna write all of them) with a super trad goth reader, like with super teased out hair, blatformes, lots of eyeliner. And maybe she has a weird hobby like taxidermy or bone collecting.    I love you’re work btw💗💗💗

this request was interesting because the way you described the reader is like really similar to a friend I have except she's not exactly goth it's more like alt/indie rock aesthetic but she literally collects so many bones (I love her sm fr she is just a fragile little creature)

also I appreciate the compliments!! I almost always have a problem with my works, so it's nice to know people still like it

anyways hope you enjoy! 🧡

Leo:

Leo likes your outfits, but he’s more impressed with how well you pull it off. All that black, yet you still wear it so well. He’s curious about how you do your makeup, so if he gets the chance, he’ll sit next to you and watch you do it.

One time he asked if you dressed like this to make you feel better about yourself. You simply replied no, just saying that you liked the style for how it looked. He was confused for a second, but he took that to heart.

Although he wasn’t the biggest fan of what you collected, he sure loved hearing you tell him all about your collections. Showing him different bones, which animals they came from, all the stories behind it. It was just so interesting to hear you talk about it.

Raph:

Raph loves your style. He can’t get enough of it. You just look so cool and careless, and he’s absolutely here for it. He insisted that you take him shopping at all the stores that you go to, because he really wants to try this style out. But, his final selling point was when he found out that people put spikes on clothes. From that day onward, he never went out looking the same ever again.

However, as much as he may have admired your taste in fashion, he didn’t have the same fondness for your hobbies. Okay, collecting is one thing. It’s cool to see all the different things people collect…but come on, does it really have to be dead things? Like…what about comic books? Or video games? Even rocks! But you choose to collect dead animals. Gross.

Mikey:

Mikey likes your outfits, but he thinks they lack a bit of…color. And variation. And…okay, maybe he’s not the biggest fan of your style. He doesn’t hate it, but he could never see himself in your clothes. Inversely to Raph, he’s the one to take you shopping to try out some new clothes. You always go with him, but every time, you end up picking your style over anything Mikey suggests. No offense to Mikey.

When Mikey heard about your collecting hobby, he was very intrigued. But once he learned what it was…he was less intrigued. It was certainly an interesting selection of items to collect, but not so much for him. But living in the sewers, you kinda find a lot of that stuff lying around, so sometimes he picks up a few things to give to you the next time he sees you.

Donnie:

Donnie absolutely adores your style. One of the main reasons why is that one of his favorite bands in the world dresses very similarly to how you do, so he pretty much just becomes a fangirl for your outfits.

Oftentimes he will send you pictures of celebrities or fictional characters he likes, asking if you can dress up like them. He gets very happy and excited when you respond with a picture of yourself in the outfit that he asked for.

But he wouldn’t just ask you to do that without giving anything back. So in return, he helps you expand your collection of weird dead things. He looked online for how to taxidermize at home, and started helping you make your own taxidermied animals. He didn’t have too much interest in things like that, but the process of taxidermying the animal was super fascinating to him, so it was cool for the both of you.

[thefemmeprince]

My Demon Prince - Part 1

Emberlynn X Blitzø

Word Count: 1921

Summary: Emberlynn has an odd interaction straight out of a romance anime, and things sure do happen.

Sunlight pierced Emberlynn's vision from the other side of her heavy eyelids. She hid under a soft plushie of a puppy, pulling it over her head to try and hide from the reality that the morning had begun. She didn't feel like being productive, especially because she had pulled an all-nighter trying to complete all her assignments while watching the new episodes of 'Akuma no Otto' so that no one on the Discord would spoil her.

It was a surprisingly productive night. Most would assume that Emberlynn was procrastinating, but it was just what worked for her. Having background noise was nice. And while there were nights she would get distracted, the previous night wasn't one of them.

After a brief moment of self-gratification, Emberlynn glanced at her phone. It was a Saturday, she didn't have to be productive today!

Look at that! She thought to herself. I've just woken up, and there's already things to be happy about. As long as I don't think about the current state of the world, today is gonna be great.

Emberlynn, deciding to be responsible for once, decided to put off her daily doomscrolling and slide out of bed. As much as she loved her soft, fuzzy blankets and her squishy stuffed animals with silly faces, she was getting hungry. So, she left the dim, cozy cave that was her bedroom and went to her bathroom.

As she rubbed the drowsiness from her eyes with sparkly pink eyeshadow, she felt herself starting to become more energized. She enjoyed her pastel goth makeup and clothing. Maybe it was unnecessary, but it made her feel nice. Lining her eyes with the same shade of black she painted her lips, fluffing up her pastel hair of blue and pink, it was a very intricate routine. Sure, her classmates in high school had made fun of her hair when she had dyed it from dark brown to baby blue and sugar pink. They said she looked like cotton candy. But Emberlynn is in college now, when most of them didn't even make it that far, and she rather likes the look of cotton candy. So, the joke was on them.

She eventually made it down the stairs, greeting her parents before heading to the kitchen to grab a snack. Monica and Brandon Pinkle might not have understood their daughter's interests, but they loved her all the same. Emberlynn's mother had bleach blonde hair, dark roots poking out just like her daughter. Emberlynn's father may not have shared their interest in hair dye, with his own hair practically gone. However, many days spent at a computer gave him glasses. So, he shared his daughter's struggles with blue light and screen time.

Emberlynn leaned over the kitchen counter, snacking on a bowl of overly sugary cereal. She gazed over to the living room television, where her parents were snuggled together and watching a movie. How she wished she could find love like theirs. After so much time, they were still affectionate with each other. That, to her, was a life goal. Just like Setsuki and Michiru from 'Akuma no Otto'. Oh, why must she be surrounded by perfect couples?!

"We need to get ingredients for dinner tonight," Monica said as she turned to her husband.

Brandon looked at his wife, his arms wrapping around Monica's waist. "But I just want to stay here with you!" He playfully whined, holding his wife like a clingy panda.

Emberlynn relished the opportunity to get out of the house. She enjoyed having something to do. Even if she was listening to music the whole time, she loved the summer sun. Besides, she heard rumors of new replicas of the magic wand from 'Cutesy Warrior Deluxe', and she felt like making an unwise financial decision.

"I can go get them! Text me the list, I can go to the store," she said, far too quickly to make this seem nonchalant.

~

And so, Emberlynn was on her way. With her main motive being to go to the local anime store, and possibly to buy that new 'Cutesy Warrior Deluxe' merchandise, she was in a good mood. Her earbuds were in, playing a bouncy electro pop melody from her playlist. She almost envisioned the song as being in pastels, kind of like her. Demonias scraping down the dark gravel on the ground as she skipped through town, Emberlynn was having a lovely day. The sun's light bathing her in warmth, like an oven, was almost comforting. Most resented the Rockview sun in the summer, but she adored it due to her own usually cold form.

It was nicer to get lost in technicolor daydreams than in the preppy beiges and dark navy blues of the buildings around her. She saw it similarly to car dealerships, and how they all had the same whites, grays, blacks, and occasionally dark reds. Sure, some preferred those colors, but it wasn't Emberlynn's thing. Emberlynn would've rather been whisked away to another world of sakura petals, of sparkles, of purples and pinks, and of true love. A world where she would fit right into someone's arms like a missing puzzle piece...

But, a sound of someone running behind her made its way to Emberlynn. She turned around, curious to see what was happening.

In the blink of an eye, a rough force shoved Emberlynn, causing her to stumble backwards into the alleyway and pressing her back to the wall. A small sound of surprise escaped her before she looked up to see what happened. And she was met with the view of a man. Lanky, but not ridiculously tall. Tanned, sun-kissed skin that was dotted with lighter scar tissue that ran over his eye, and a white streak in his raven black hair to match. The most noteworthy thing about this man, however, weren't his scars or his odd, skull shaped pendant around his neck. It was his red eyes.

The rough, uneven brick of the alley wall pressed up against Emberlynn's back, as if threatening to scrape. Sunlight eclipsed by the ruby red eyes of the man in front of her. Those eyes, so dangerous, yet so alluring. Like the fires of Hell. They definitely weren't human, despite the fact that most of him seemed to be.

"The name's Blitz," he said. "The O is silent."

Between heavy heartbeats and small breaths, Emberlynn was suddenly hit by the confusion of what Blitzø had just said. Suddenly, he wasn't as intimidating.

"O? Where's the O?" Emberlynn asked.

"It doesn't matter where the O is if it's silent." Blitzø answered, his brows furrowing in irritation.

"But...that's not true? The B in 'thumb' still counts. You wouldn't spell it T-H-U-M."

"There's a B in 'thumb'?" Blitzø asked, visibly perplexed. He then shook his head, as if trying to get rid of the entire conversation. "It doesn't matter how you spell 'thumb'! What matters is that my name is Blitzø, and you're Emberlynn Pinkle."

Emberlynn's brown eyes seemed to widen in surprise, almost to the size of saucers. Her heart raced in her chest in a way she didn't know it could, but she couldn't tell if it was from fear or something else.

"How do you know my name?" she asked, her voice hushed, as if she was afraid of the answer.

"You'll find out soon enough," the man murmured before the sun went dark.

Darkness filled Emberlynn's vision, and she couldn't see a thing. Just darkness. And just as she was about to start panicking, everything went back to normal. She was still in the alleyway, the sun was shining, and there were plenty of people walking around in town. It was just that Blitz was nowhere to be seen. As if he hadn't been there in the first place.

How...mysterious. Emberlynn thought to herself. She simply shrugged it off, popped her earbuds back in, and walked out of the alleyway to go buy groceries and possibly some figurines.

But her mind kept drifting back to that encounter.

~

"Emberlynn. You cannot be telling me you got kabedon'd by a mysterious bad boy."

Emberlynn glanced up from her sketch of Blitzø. She was trying to commit him to memory. After all, it's not every day that these things happened, and she wasn't the best with words. She found it hard to recall his exact outfit, but she was sure the coat was leather.

"I know! I can't believe it. A mysterious stranger just up and shoves me to the wall?! And he knows my name?!"

"Maybe someone on Tiktok didn't like your ships and decided to take matters into their own hands," said Simon, Emberlynn's best friend.

Simon was busy restocking different boxes with figurines inside. All of different colors, but he was organizing by franchise. It seemed more appropriate. He pushed back his emerald green bangs, sighing in playful exasperation.

The colorful figures that lined the shelves of the store were all in varying poses and expressions. They told stories, some of determination, some of cheer. She admired the figures with dynamic poses and the ones with intricate background pieces. It was like holding a piece of a story she held dear in her hands. And it's not as if Emberlynn had seen every anime. No one could. But she still found herself wondering about the characters she didn't know.

She glanced at a character she hadn't recognized. A ballerina in a purple dress, but she was throwing ninja stars, propped up by clear stands to look as if they were floating midair. Although, they had used cel shading on the paint job to look more like a still from the anime. This must have been one of the more recent, edgier magical girls. Just a reminder that Emberlynn had a very long watchlist once 'Akuma no Otto' ended. God forbid that happen.

Emberlynn whined. "Simon, you gotta believe me! It happened!"

Simon leaned over to eye the drawing, his eyes narrowing in confusion.

"What's this?" He asked, pointing a finger to the heart-shaped mark on Blitzø's forehead. "He had a forehead tattoo?"

"Yeah...?" Emberlynn responded, almost a little shy at the response that she might get. She locked eyes with Simon, embarrassed.

Simon just looked between her and the paper before turning back to the shelves he was stocking. "That's stupid."

Emberlynn's eyes widened to the size of saucers, and she pouted in a small attempt to make her friend feel bad. "That's not nice! Some people have face tattoos. They probably have forehead tattoos! What about Adam Levine?"

"Adam Levine doesn't have face tattoos, and he looks like a Chipotle bag-" started Simon, before he realized the box he was holding in his hands. A light purple box with a clear window, displaying a toy magic wand. A clear heart in the shape of a crystal attached to a pink handle, golden ribbons tied in a bow where the heart and the handle intersected. The box itself was embellished in gold, with the photo of an anime girl on the back. This was the one. "Emberlynn? Was this the thing you were looking for?"

Emberlynn's eyes lit up brighter than the fight scenes of 'Cutesy Warrior Deluxe', which had to be darkened during any international release to prevent seizures. "Yes! That's the one!"

With the intensity of a magical girl's final attack, she slammed her credit card on the countertop and grinned. Tonight, she was going to get to reorganize her display shelves.