#so i'm not surprised MM is seeing right through them haha

[honorhearted]

Unable to help it, Benjamin chuckled. "I can assure you, sir, my own best friend is of the 'vivid' and 'loud' sort, so you needn't shield me nor my sensibilities..." He grinned. "Of course, every now and then it would be appreciated."

Initially, Benjamin feared he'd made a fatal error in calling Emma dutiful in following the rules -- she was certainly capable, he knew, but quite free-spirited -- yet the banter that followed thawed any such apprehension and he smiled, looking away. "Perhaps I should amend that to say she graciously considers all rules," he quipped. "Your daughter will give her opinion, if she believes we're in the wrong -- something that's welcomed, of course -- but she's also a team player. What's best for the colonies is by what she ultimately abides."

All at once, relief speared through Benjamin upon receiving David's clear approval. As a boy, he'd certainly held infatuations for a few girls in town, and had even spoken to their fathers -- everyone knew everyone in Setauket -- yet this was the first time he'd attempted to win over a stranger, and he straightened with pleasure while agreeing, "I'd be honored, sir. Thank you. And I, too, agree that distraction from the horrors of this world is key, if only to ensure proper morale...and hope." His smile softened. "I daresay many of us forgot hope until your daughter came into our lives."

Mary Margaret appraised him with interest, and Benjamin failed to notice the knowing glint to her eyes. Her talk of earning Emma's favor made him flush, and glancing between them in mounting surprise, he gave a startled laugh.

"Oh, I don't know," he deflected. "I appreciate the gesture, but truly, you're both too kind. I'm just...I-I'm trying to make this experience better for everyone. Most of these men are quite young -- boys, in fact, and I don't want them forgetting their childhoods." He shrugged, his features sobering. "I traded in my youth for a musket, and I lost the boy I once was. So if I can keep them young and happy for just a moment longer, I'd like to think I did my part."

"He has been teaching children, ma. Before the war, at least, so that's something you two share," Emma chimed in.

Sheepish, Benjamin agreed, "I suppose my earlier passions hinted at it, if nothing else...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to become so enthused. Children are...th-they are important to me. Aside from books, I can think of no greater love in my heart." Briefly, his eyes skimmed over toward Emma, though when he held her gaze for perhaps a bit too long, he ducked his eyes and smiled, idly fiddling with the saber on his belt. "What age do you teach, Your Highness? Ah..." He faltered, almost appearing embarrassed. "I'm sorry, what should I call you both? I'm afraid Emma never specified."

"Grace is a..." David hesitated, "Loyal... particular friend of Emma who has a... very vivid, loud spirit." He gave Ben a look that silently encouraged Ben to read between the lines. Emma silently laughed at what was clearly a desperate attempt not to call Grace a scoundrel, and then couldn't help but think that she hoped both Ben and her parents would realize soon that Ben was basically one of the family, and that her parents were quite uncaring about most of what was considered moral and acceptable, and that all three could truly speak freely in front of one another, like old friends did. After all, there wasn't much that Ben hadn't already witnessed from her, and she wanted her parents to know he was very important.

"You follow the rules?" - "You did what?" both her parents asked incredulously and Emma brought a hand to her chest to feign scandalized innocence. "When have I ever misbehaved at home? I have been good every single day." Mary Margaret put down the dress, "... you follow the rules?" she repeated in the same tone. "I happen not to be in charge nor responsible for anyone, the least I can do is to listen to others, so that I don't ruin the balance nor challenge the person who is, in fact, responsible for all. And I am always well-behaved. Daddy!" she turned to him, waiting for confirm. "Well, of course, you are wonderful," David loyally agreed. "David," Mary Margaret sighed, while Emma snickered again, "Be strong."

David was so pleased by what Benjamin said that he already gave him an approving pat on the back, smiling warmly, "Count me in for the duration of our visit, then, I can't think of a better way to spend time at a camp than to discuss books, and I mean every word of it: I know what awaits outside, and that makes all the more important to cling to more human activities here. We should discuss Pamela as well..."

"As for our daughter following the rules, Major," Mary Margaret added thoughtfully after a moment, "I assume it's your doing, even if books had nothing to do with keeping her entertained. Emma has always been generous with her admiration for you in her letters, I'm sure that if she was so strangely careful it was so she wouldn't make your life harder. Some people manage to be so honorable that they are worthy of her efforts, you are probably one of them." "Oh, he is," Emma said without thinking, falling straight into her mother's trap while going to look for her bottle of gin, "He's worth all of the efforts, I'd never want the General to think less of him because I decided to be childish instead." Mary Margaret shot Ben an interested look, smiling knowingly, "Yes, that makes more sense. Let's have that drink here, Major, shall we? Let's talk about books and... everything else you like that you may want to share." Her not so believably innocent expression matching the one her daughter so often sported, as she walked to the small table in the tent, and David surpassed her only to pull the chair for her and Emma. "He has been teaching children, ma. Before the war, at least, so that's something you two share." "Is that so? Not many men I know would be patient enough for that, David excluded, of course."

[gayuu-the-necromancer]

Chapter 3 Invitation To The Dark Night

WARNING: The following story contains gore, murder, and so much blood.

(Night deliveries will be fine, once I get used to it....next one is the last one)

It was a magnificent mansion among the townhouses that lined the street.

(Hmm...I don't see a mailbox here)

(It's also nighttime, so I can't yell....let's see)

When I gently touched the gate, I heard a slight creak...and the gate opened inward.

(It's unlocked?....Now that's careless)

Kate: "Excuse me, I'm from the post office......is anyone home?"

I went through the gate and peeked into the dimly lit entrance hall where the lights were out.

(Is someone playing the piano....?)

Out of nowhere, I hear a piece of melodious music.

The light and joyful tone echoing in the dark night without the sound of wind, gives the impression of something strange.

(....I'm sure it must be the owner playing the piano. If I just leave his letter here, unattended, then he might lose it)

(And if I don't deliver it properly, then....)

Fearfully, I took a step forward.

The sound of my own footsteps walking down the polished hall mingled with the melody of the piano.

(Somehow, I don't feel comfortable)

I should be fulfilling my duties, but somehow I feel like I'm making a horrible mistake.

(Let's hurry up and get this over with)

(Looks like the music....is coming from the hall ahead)

I knock on the door, but the music doesn't stop...and then I slowly started getting impatient.

I put my hand on the doorknob, as if I was rushed by anxiety.

Kate: "Um..excuse me..."

Kate: "Mm."

(.....Hm?)

A bright red fountain spouted out in front of me.

The thing that sent pulsating, bright red droplets of blood rolled noisily on the floor.

(W-What the....?)

My eyes met at the 'thing' that rolled to my feet.

The 'thing' had a look of anguish on its face and a deadly knife was stuck to his neck.

Kate: "!?"

A gulp escaped my throat. A tepid liquid dripped down my cheek and a feeling of discomfort ran down my spine.

(Why)

???: "Well well, I didn't realize we would be having an audience."

I hear a voice following me and my throat, still drawn tight, quivers.

When I look back----

Eight shadows, darker and blacker than darkness,

They all gazed at me quietly, illuminated by the faint white moonlight.

As to figuring out what I am or...

If I'm plotting something.

One of them slowly rises from the piano.

Man with red eyes: "What a surprise. It's the little robin I met today."

Kate: "Ah.....you.....you are...?"

It was the same man with red eyes, whom I met by chance in London today.

I stare back at them seriously, unable to comprehend anything more than that.

Man that looks like a cat: "Does she know you, Will? Does she know about us too?"

Man with red eyes: "I just happened to have a little chat with her on the street this afternoon, Liam. She doesn't know anything about the Crown."

(Crown....?)

Man that looks like a cat: "I see. Now that's a problem. What should we do now....?"

The man looks at me and smiles softly in a flamboyant tone that is out of proportion to the perfect crime scene.

(He looks happy....in spite of this situation)

His friendly pink eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Aloof man: "Sorry if that freaked you out, but these are just props for a stage play."

A man who appears to be a playboy points at the corpse with his chin and throws a streaming look at it.

Kate: "Liar...."

I couldn't help but recall the raw, tepid feeling on my cheek.

Aloof man: "....It would have been good for you if you had pretended to believe me."

Aloof Man: "What do we do now, Will?"

Man with red eyes: "Of course, the right thing to do now is to take her to the Palace of the Death."

Best man: "Tch...I told you to lock the door, didn't I?"

Man with a gun: "Haha, I didn't think you'd go so far as to trespass. You're a pretty bad girl, aren't you, young lady?"

Tall young man: "Why don't you come over here? You can't run away now anyway."

The moment I heard those words, I felt fear run through my body.

(W-What should I do....? How can I escape from this....!)

I scolded my trembling legs and was about to back away when-----

Blood-red eyes held me captive.

Man with red eyes: "Come here, poor little robin."

(Eh?!)

The moment he whispered sweetly to me, my feet started to move toward him on their own.

(No way...! Why can't I stop!? Stop!!)

Kate: "Stop....!"

My feet which were moving against my will, stop dead in front of him.

Man with red eyes: "Pardon me for my rudeness."

He gently pulled my hips in as if we were dancing the waltz.

(Is he going to kill me)

The scent of fragrant roses tickles my nose....and a soft touch caresses my cheek at the same time I close my eyes.

(Eh....?)

Man with red eyes: "That should do it."

(Ah....)

He smiled gently and released me from his arms.

(Perhaps he wiped the blood off my cheek...just now)

He actually wiped it.

I relaxed and collapsed on spot.

Man with red eyes: "Sorry it took me so long to introduce myself. My name is William. William Rex."

Against the moonlight, he bowed reverently and extended his hand to me.

(William Rex....)

The fingertips stained in blood opened slowly and invitingly.

Man with red eyes: "I invite you to dinner tonight. Young lady, what is your name?"

Chapter 4 - The Grim Reaper Waits At The Palace Of Death

[lostinvasileios]

so... im scared of demons... specifically satan. but, i want to work with him.. am i just being delusional about working with him if im afraid of him?

Hi there, bee!! Thank you for being brave enough to ask. 💛🌺

No, honeydrop, you aren't delusional or anything of the sort for being afraid. Satan, just like the rest of the Ars Goetia/underworld residents, they've unfortunately been villainized and most of us have been conditioned to fear them at all costs.

But, I promise you, there's no need to be afraid of Satan or any other of the infernal deities.

I've met Satan, I actively hang around him from time to time. And he's nothing but kind. He's nothing but wise, someone warm to be around in your coldest moments, someone tough to lean on when you feel as if you can't walk. He'll help you up when you're ready, and shield you while you're down.

He's quite handsome, too. Haha.

If you desire to work with Satan, go for it! Feel it out and see what happens between you two. I've said it before and I'll say it again, if a deity doesn't want to work with you or anything of the sort, they'll let you know. If you feel drawn to him in one way or another, it's most definitely worth checking out.

A lot of the time, we have to deconstruct the fears we've been fed before we can enter deity work. And, believe me, it took me some time to be able to work with angels, or infernals, comfortably. Unlearning something is very, very difficult to do. And it's incredibly admirable for you to be stepping out of that comfort zone to try and rebuild yourself.

To be quite honest here, when Satan first appeared to me, I was startled. I didn't expect him, to be honest. I never thought of working with him. He, along with Baphomet, were deities I wanted to interact with, but - never put in motion. My deities have a habit of popping up out of the blue, lol.

But, despite how much I had learned about infernals and how normal they got to me, he still was... Mm... Surprising? Now, when he first came to me, I was - in my very early teens, I'm pretty sure. A while back. I was going through a hell of a lot, and my journey was pretty much rocketing.

I was going through my first trial, my patience one. And he - I'll... Never forget how helpful he was, and still is. He's so very gentle, he's so very understanding. When he first came, I was aware of who he was - but doubtful. And in my state of - panic, you could say, I ended up swatting at his hand when he reached to me to try and ease my worriedness. I immediately began to apologize when it had sunk in what I did, fearful he might've - I dunno - called me some slurs? I don't realistically remember what I was so afraid of. But, the point is, he didn't do anything I expected him to. Regardless of my irrationality, he still stuck around for this long. He still loves and cares for me.

Yes, just like every other deity to ever exist, he's complex and beyond our comprehension, he's intricate and different for everyone. But, if you approach him, if you approach any deity, with kindness, respect, curiosity, ect - you'll be fine. Apologize when it's due, allow them to teach and love you, allow yourself to grow with them. Don't put too much pressure on yourself to rush the process of healing, or the process of anything really. Because nobody has the expectations that you think they do for you.

Except to live.

Live, grow, rest, cry, laugh, whatever. They want you to experience. And if you feel Satan is the right deity to do that with, then by all means, I encourage you to answer that calling.

Not all deities are bad, not all deities are good, they aren't - defined by such terms. One of my unnamed spouses said to me how our ways of communication, like numbers, alphabets, ect do not apply to them. This also includes things like purity, and evilness. They are not contained by those categories. Because they have their own - inexplainable, celestial systems things.

Apologies if I went a bit overboard here, lol - I hope it helped! I wish you the best on your deity journey. 🫧❤️

[matenrou-fan]

Could I request Lucifer and Diavolo with an ice sculptor s/o sculpting a statue of them as a gift?

Lucifer and Diavolo with an ice sculptor NB! s/o

NBreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;

-He's quite amused.

-You humans are always coming up with such interesting hobbies!

-"So you like ice sculptures? Haha, that sounds interesting..! Now I wanna try it myself too!" - he giggles and then looks at you with a playful smirk - "Can I get a private lesson from you, darling?"

-He's actually curious so be prepared for a bunch of questions. Aren't you feel too cold for working with ice for long time? How you ended up with this hobby? Maybe you have photos of your work that you made before you get into Devildom?

-Diavolo always wants to know more about the human world and humans themself, but also, as it's your hobby, he is even more interested.

-If you need some craft tools for new sculpture don't be shy to ask him as he doesn't mind to spend any amount of money for your needs. Your face just so cute when he sees this little sparkles of happiness in your eyes..!

-And when one day you ask him to follow you and then show a statue of him as a present, he's so flattered.

-As a future kind of Devildom he's got used to getting many presents since childhood and he's probably a little bit spoiled but no other gift, even the most expensive one, touched his heart as much as your work.

-Thoughts about you spending so much time making something so great just for him.. It's really hard to hide his red face now, when this tickle feeling keep growing in his chest as he gently holds your hands.

-"S/o, i.. thank you.." - Diavolo looks away, feeling as his heart start beating faster and faster - "It's a little bit hard to put all joy that I feel right now in words, but I'm really appreciate your gift and all this effort you put in this.. I love you.."

-Maybe he can't explain it with words, but maybe some kisses will help him to show his gratitude?

-So.. Ice sculptures?

-"I'm quite surprised, s/o.." - he can't help but smirk, looking at your precious face - "Someone like you working with ice.. Every time I touching your hands it's feels like I can feel the warmth of your heart through skin.. Don't you afraid to melt all your works with that pretty arms?"

-He's actually happy that you have something you put your passion on and always ready to support you.

-So expect some little presents, just some instruments and devices that can help you. Lucifer wants you to be happy here, in Devildom, so helping you with your hobby is just small amount of things he's ready to do for you.

-And when you tell him that today you gonna be the one to surprise him with a present, he's amused. You make him homemade cookies? Maybe bought something small and cute?

-He didn't expect to see himself as a sculpture, so he would be a stunned for a moment. Did you actually made this all be yourself? It's amazing..

-Oh how much Lucifer wants to act in his causal playful behavior, but he can't. Despite he's teasing comment before you didn't melt this ice. But his heart? Yeah, totally.

-"I.. I don't have any words.." - he mumble with furrowed brows. Just why he can't control this blush on his cheeks? - "That's was really heartful from your side, s/o, thank you.. I think I will never forget this present, even after centuries.. I love you.."

-Mm? Did you just said your hands now a little bit cold? Oh, don't you worry and get closer to Lucifer, as he have some ideas how to warm you up and also how to return the favor..

[mlobsters]

supernatural s15e19 inherit the earth (w. eugenie ross-leming, brad buckner)

i'm not sure i want to watch this, actually. all right, next day. let's see. combination of not wanting to watch them grieve cas after that weird reaction i had to 15x18 plus feeling like writing anything about spn is completely pointless. power through

covid lockdown-era city views, along with the akf/always keep fighting on the tower and the actual coke ad about social distancing "staying apart is the best way to stay united" well this is not helping my mental state and also presents confusing idea that this universe was affected by covid, which it obviously isn't. along with everyone being raptured

SAM I did this. We could have just given Chuck what he wanted, you know, his grand finale. But I resisted. I pulled the thread. I thought we could beat this game, do it better. We tried to rewrite him, and the whole world paid the price.

taking a moment to address the absurdity that chuck's being such a brat over the fact that the brothers won't kill each other he's gonna rapture the entire earth

CHUCK I mean, picture it. The two of you... And your little lapdog Jack... Rotting on a lifeless planet, knowing it's this way because you wouldn't take a knee. Eternal shame, suffering, and loneliness. Whew! That's deep. That's sophisticated. That's a page-turner.

it is something

little schmaltzy but i'll take it. ah, well. for 30 seconds at least. i know he comes back though so it's all good

very pretty lighting

i think it's been long enough i don't care about the endless reasons to get pellegrino back on the show and i'm just happy to see him and his overflowing charisma

LUCIFER Mm. Yeah. Alright, team. I don't want to bring ants to your picnic, but that ain't gonna cut it. Okay, think about it. If the Empty pulled me off the bench, it's 'cause the Winchester charm ain't enough, right?

harsh but fair

LOL new death, dead death, lucifer actually working with chuck, dead lucifer. we're making it snappy, folks

haha and now michael was working with chuck too and he's dead. this is sure something

gotta get them covered in blood and beaten to a pulp for old times' sake

okie doke. they figured out the michael business, jack is a power vacuum, sure. we gotta wrap this up, fellas

haha makes me think of this 1998 merlin miniseries with sam neill when they all turn their back on queen mab and she loses her powers because everyone forgets about her

SAM Then I think it's the ending where you're just like us and like all the other humans you forgot about. DEAN It's the ending where you grow old, you get sick, and you just die. SAM And no one cares. And no one remembers you. You're just forgotten.

i think about it a lot so i made some gifs a while back 😂

all right. de-raptured and people indoors

not sure how i feel about this whole speech from jack about how he's gonna be as new god and basically around but not around. sucks they semi-lost their kid too

SAM You know, with Chuck not writing our story anymore, we get to write our own. You know, just you and me going wherever the story takes us. Just us. DEAN Finally, free.

kind of surprised this wasn't the finale honestly, especially with that montage that managed to get me crying.

[foxymoxynoona]

I made the mistake of reading the new MM chapter before work today and I am completely distracted! How can I think of functions and optimisation when I need to know how that phone call is about to go down...

I wasn't in the fandom when the tattoo drama first happened so I am somewhat shocked by the lengths people are going to but also kinda not surprised.... I cannot imagine anyone in my circle ever reacting remotely close to that, so I suppose that's where the confusion is coming in.

I really hope they make it through this turbulent time without any additional terrible things happening, particularly regarding Sasha's privacy. I also hope JK will be rational and not take personally the blackmail coffee she has to go to AND that Seojoon won't get in her head. What they need right now is time alone somewhere safe, some cuddles and conversation with the translation app. What a mess.

It is really hard to feel bad for the tattoo salon people. In no way would they or anyone else deserve death threats, I feel like that is surely a given. That being said, they tried to hurt others, profit from them and invade their privacy when they must've known to some extent that they'd be causing them harm, especially given the multiple requests not to take photos. I am hoping it's a lesson for them for the future in what revenge can bring. Unbelievably thoughtless and reckless on their part.

In the meantime, I am really hoping for Sasha's safety, in the literal sense, but also mentally and in terms of her opportunities in SK. Also for JK's mental health in all of this and their resilience as a couple. At least we know from reality that the craziness over his tattoos does eventually die down, hopefully they can ride it out together.

Amazing update as usual, I am having such a hard time plugging back in my real life and not being fully mentally stuck in the fantasy world you beautifully crafted.

I'm so the same, I HATE having to focus no IRL work when I am all wrapped up in a story. It's hard enough doing regular stuff --my husband and kids will usually be like ok go write it out please and then come back to us. I wish I could just take a week off work every time I'm in a real juicy part of the story haha. I wish I could just sit down and write nonstop for you all, we could escape into fantasy land together haha

I wasn't in the fandom when he got his tattoos either, when I joined up he already had them but I still saw SOME of the shit people posted in vlive comments and stuff even months or years after so while I don't know for a fact, this story response didn't seem too far-fetched to me to roll with it haha. I also drew inspiration for how I did see fans react to Seven sex version, and when Jungkook said "fuck" in the cover of Savage Love, and the eyebrow piercing, and the lip piercings!! I'm not on Twitter so I really only see what comes to twitter or in the comments of a live but... I've seen enough to imagine a world that felt sadly realistic for this story 😵‍💫

[snapdragonpovs]

when you need to cut your hair

🌸newt🌸

Your hair has always been very long, but lately it's been getting in the way and you are tired of it. You think about who you could ask to cut your hair, and you decide on your boyfriend, newt. He would be gentle with you and it wouldn't be weird since he's always touching it.

You don't know how to ask him though, so you decide to wait until the next time he's playing with it. You don't have to wait long though, because in your before-dinner break you two are snuggling with your head against his chest and his hands in your hair again.

"Hey newt? You should cut my hair.

"Sure. After dinner though, i'm too tired."

"Me too, I get so sleepy when you touch my hair" you agree. When you come back from dinner, he sits you down in front of your mirror and gets to work. You watch him as he works, and it's cute how concentrated he is. When he's done, he proudly shows you his work. He did such a good job!

🌺thomas🌺

Since the year you have been in the glade, you have never once cut your hair, and it is getting too long. You are too shy to ask anyone to cut it for you though, so you’ve just been suffering in silence. You have been trying to hint to the boys lately, but they are boys so of course they haven't been getting it. Today, you got fed up and decided to do it yourself. It's probably going to be terrible, but maybe you could get one of them to fix it. You stand in front of the mirror with your scissors and put your hair in a loose ponytail. That seems right. Then you put it over your right shoulder and start cutting when your door swings open. "God, have you ever heard of knocking?" you look in the mirror to see your boyfriend Thomas standing there looking surprised. "Whatcha doing? Need some help?"

"Not from you. You'll botch it." Why did Thomas have to walk in? Anyone other than him would have been better.

He smirks condescendingly. "Well i can see the back and what i'm doing. and i've seen minho cut hair before, it's not that hard."

you raise your eyes at him through the mirror. "just supervise me, you can help if i need it." you say as you carefully trim the ends of your hair.

You catch him watching you in the mirror and smirking. “you’re not doing it right.”

when you take your hair out of the ponytail and reveal it to him, one side is longer than the other. "damn it. i tried so hard!" you sigh, inevitably handing him the scissors.

"don't worry, i'm a pro." he says, making you nervous.

"Be careful." you say as you watch him take your hair out in the mirror. He immediately gets to work, snipping away and when he's done, you are very surprised to find out he didn't do that bad.

🪻minho🪻

You are brushing your hair, complaining to Minho about it as usual, him used to your whiny nature.

"Do you want me to cut it for you?" he looks to you casually and you think for a moment.

"Mm, if i would let anyone here cut my hair it would be you... okay why not?"

He gets up and comes over, pushes your shoulders down into a chair, and rummages through the drawer to find scissors.  "How short?"

"Ummmm like 2-3 inches. idk, just don't mess it up."

"I won't! I don't want an ugly girlfriend." he teases. "Just kidding. I just need good hair to play with. Yep-im only using you for your hair."

"haha your so funny." you deadpan.

You watch him in the mirror as he works, you've never seen him look so concentrated in

his life. When he's done with you, surprise-

he did a really good job. Of course he did, it's Minho. He's a fucking professional.

[bluemoonfantasiesiii]

Lily smiled after hearing Albedo's story about the box, the girl sat on the floor while trying to move the pieces in different ways, she studied the possibilities for each piece's movements and started to work on counted set of moves to open it.

The tallest male looked at Albedo with wide smile "yeah! You got that right! This small wooden gift boxes was made on the same idea but of course the maker used his imagination to get it in a similar way to open. It could work as a wedding ring gift box as a surprise or special occasion's gift. I received them as a gift to in two occasions I attended to back in Liyue, felled with candies, Haha!. They are great as gift boxes, but also as a toy for kids, helping them explore and enjoy the achievement of open it" he explained patting Ruby's head lightly before crouching down to pat Lily's head.

"Will you beat your dad and open it faster?" He asked her which she answered with small and quiet nods, she was so focused on her task to open it. The man laughed and was about to stand up when the girl moved one piece out "that was quick!" He said in disbelief.

"I will beat, papa~. Hehe~" she mumbled with giggle as she moved the second and the third "the last piece, kiddo! Come on!" He encouraged her before looking at Rubedo's box.

"I'm done~!!" She said before tackling the man in front of her "wait! Let me see!" He ordered her after catching the high energetic child in one arm and sit on the floor himself to check. She did open it fairly "you little fox! How did you do it!? This is amazing!" He said ruffling her hair, messing it up in order.

"I won~!" She declared and laughed at his messy treat to her hair "now open it and see what's inside it" he told her handing the box back to her.

"Okay~" she nodded and sat on his lap comfortably as she opened the small closed box to find a small paper with an order on it (go to the crow nest and tell me about the sky and weather) "oh~! Can I go up there~?!" She asked the man so excited before looking at him.

The captain laughed louder and nodded his head "sure! But you gotta go with your friend here! You are not allowed to go alone the first time" he said cheerfully "I'm fine! I can climb alone~!" She insisted "no, even my new men have to go through that" he reasoned and that convinced her.

"Okay~! But Ruby has another order~" she argued having a small pout of thinking "nuh! He can do both! Watch over you first and then his simple order next! That if he knew his order though! Hahaha!" He said chuckling at the concentrated boy.

The order Ruby have was simple, since Lily had the crow nest, he must have the kitchen help one (go to kitchen and help), and knowing his chefs, they would give simple tasks around the kitchen for the kids. It is one good way to have help and new people around for good chat or fun memories.

Living with two geniuses, Rubedo got the hang of the puzzle rather quickly and managed to get his solved right after Lily. “I got it, too!” he cheered.

“My brilliant little flower~” Nigredo cooed, patting his son’s head. “What task did you get?”

Rubedo opened the box and pulled out the slip. “I get to help with the food!”

“Don’t kitchens tend to get rather hot?” Albedo asked, brows furrowing in concern. “Will you be okay?”

“Mm! I’ll be fine!” Rubedo tapped the flower Vincent had infused with his Hydro energy to balance out his body’s natural reactions as a Cryo flower. “Mr. Vincent gave me a gift!”

“Alright,” Albedo said with a nod. “Be careful, okay?”

“I will!”

[touyasdoll]

Hi there!! I hope you are having a wonderful week! I wanted to ask for a Hitoshi Shinsou x reader (f)x, Katsuki Bakugou. Like the two boys fighting over the reader and her being like "Stop fighting! I'll take you both" kinda thing.... Also wanted to say I loved Freaky Friday and kinda want to know what happens next! :D Thank you!!!

OOOOH I loveee this! 💜🧡 It would be such a fucking honor to be railed by both these men at once 😮‍💨 & tysm! I still have Bakugou brainrot, so I think I know where Freaky Friday is headed haha

Both is Good

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x f!reader x Katsuki Bakugou

Genre: smut, pwp

Word Count: 2.8k of straight smut

Warnings: threesome, breath play, degradation, oral (f receving & performing), overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding

"You really think she'd ever even look your way, Eyebags? I doubt she'd come anywhere near your dick even if you mindfucked her first," you could hear Bakugou spit from the break room.

It was just the three of you left in your agency's building, here far too late to work on a case you'd asked for their help on. He had to be talking to Shinsou, who definitely wasn't unattractive. Plus, he always gave off the vibe that he knew what he was doing in bed. If he actually wanted to fuck you, that might make for a really good time.

Having piqued your interest, you crept closer to the cracked door, listening for a reply.

"Oh, so you think you're more her type? You really think that she's interested in someone who can't hold a single conversation without screaming or threatening to blow someone's face off?" From your view through the opening, you could see Shinsou's eyebrow lift as he smirked.

The veins in Bakugou's neck became readily visible, his voice jumping up several decibels, "What if I just go ahead and blow yours off right here?"

"Hey, hey," you push the door open and both men appeared surprised to see you. "Oh, did you two think you were being quiet?" You laugh, walking closer and leaning against the counter.

"How much did you hear?" Shinsou stood up straighter, adjusting his capture weapon around his neck.

"Oh, I heard enough," you smile, crossing your arms over your chest as you look between them. "So..both of you wanna fuck me?"

"Obviously, Princess," Bakugou moves closer to you and Shinsou follows suit, so that they're both standing just before you, towering over your frame. "The question is: which one of us do you wanna fuck?"

"Mm, I've never been one for decisions like these. My answer always seems to be that both is good." You smile sweetly, running a hand over both of their chests.

"Very funny," Bakugou catches your wrist, his expression reading unamused.

"Would you really be into that?" Shinsou narrows his eyes at you and you swear it looks like an inquisitive flame has lit behind his eyes.

Bakugou's eyes ping-pong between the two of you as he shakes his head, but you grin at Shinsou, biting the inside of your lip, "Getting hot and heavy between two of the hottest Pro Heroes? Yeah, I'd be into that," you giggle.

"I mean," Shinsou looks to Bakugou, "I'm comfortable enough in my manhood to do that, but I don't wanna speak for you, so.."

"I'm plenty fuckin' comfortable," he glares at Shinsou, gritting his teeth, but he softens when your hand presses to his lower abdomen.

"So, you're up for it?" You lean towards him, your fingers tugging at his utility belt as he lets out a low groan.

"Course I fuckin' am," he leans down, two large hands coming to rest on your hips as his voice darkens, "If it means I finally get to bury myself in that sweet little pussy of yours."

Your cheeks flushed, suddenly flustered by his words as his lips captured yours, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip to demand entrance, which you happily gave him.

Another pair of hands found your waist, guiding you away from the counter, so that Shinsou could step behind you, "You sure you can handle this, Kitten?"

"Mm," is the only sound you could make with your lips still smashed against Bakugou's, but you reached back to grasp at Shinsou's costume, pulling him closer to you.

He attached his lips to your neck, working at the zipper of your costume. Bakugou helped him peel it off before making quick work of your bra, only separating your lips for a brief moment as he pulled the fabric over your head and tossed it aside.

Shinsou filled his palms with the swell of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he bit down gently on your shoulder, making a mental note of the way you moaned as he sank his teeth delicately into your flesh.

Bakugou gave your breasts some much needed attention, palming them and pushing them together as he finally detached his lips from yours to lap at both of your nipples, taking one into his mouth to suckle.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight, moaning as you watched him nip and tug the sensitive nub between his teeth, his vermillion eyes locked with yours all the while.

"Fuck," you sighed as Shinsou caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, stealing your attention as he covered your mouth with his own.

He kissed you slowly, his tongue expertly dancing in tandem with yours in a way that had you chasing the taste of him as he pulled away, his amethyst irises shining with promise as his hands slipped your costume down from around your hips, leaving you clad in only your thin panties as he pressed his middle finger against your folds.

"Gettin' awfully close to my dick," Bakugou growled, momentarily pausing his efforts on your nipples.

"You should be so lucky, I could probably handle it better than you could," Shinsou smirked coolly.

"Can we table this?" You asked breathlessly, arching your back against Shinsou as you placed your hand over his wrist, urging him to touch you meaningfully.

He obliged, whispering in your ear as he looked to Bakugou, "Why don't we table you?"

Bakugou smirked and took the cue, stooping down scoop you up into his arms. Your costume clung to your ankles, but you kicked it off as you were carried over to a wide table and laid on your back.

Shinsou came around to the other side to stand behind your head, hovering above your field of vision as his hands came down to massage your breasts.

He groaned as he rolled your nipples between agile fingers, while Bakugou hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties.

"Been waiting for this for a long time, Princess. You have any idea how many times I've dreamed about tasting this pussy?" He slipped your panties off and hunched over, pressing a kiss to the inner part of your knee, slowly working his way up your innermost thigh as you squirmed beneath him.

"Oh, God," you whimpered, all the sensations flowing through you leaving you suspended in bliss, reduced to putty in both of their capable hands.

"You enjoying yourself, Kitten?" Shinsou pressed a kiss to your temple, kissing along the side of your face until he caught your earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently before whispering, "Do you prefer to be fucked like a lady or a whore?"

Normally, you might be embarrassed, but things were too far gone for any of that.

"Like a whore," you mewled, your thighs tensing as Bakugou pried them apart to lick a stripe through your folds.

"That's what I thought," Shinsou smirked, holding your torso down as you cried out, instinctively trying to wriggle away as Bakugou began eating you out in earnest, his soft groans sending delicious shivers up your spine that just felt too good.

"Let's give you something else to focus on, yeah, Kitten?" Shinsou smoothed your hair as he angled your face upwards, taking a moment to shed his own clothing, freeing his thick cock, which was leaking with precum.

You eagerly lapped at the beads on the tip before slipping the head of his cock into your mouth, moaning desperately along his length as you bobbed your head.

"Fuck, your mouth is so perfect, baby," he groaned, pulling out suddenly. "Hang on," he put two hands beneath your back, lifting you to bring you up further on the table, so that your head hung over the other end.

You smiled and opened your mouth obediently, letting him slide his length into your throat.

"So fucking good," Shinsou groaned, closing his eyes as he held your face in his hands, thrusting in and out of your wet mouth.

Bakugou hadn't missed a beat on his end, his tongue laving against your clit as two thick fingers began pumping inside of you, adding a dizzying layer of pleasure that had you whimpering around Shinsou's cock, the contractions of your throat only doing great things for the way you felt around him.

"Nasty fuckin' slut, aren't you?" Bakugou murmured against the lips of your soaked pussy, delving his tongue inside to swirl around in your walls, his nose nuzzling against your battered clit until he replaced his tongue with his fingers again. "You love this shit, don't you? Can't wait to cream on my face while your mouths full of someone else's cock, huh? You sick fucking bitch."

Shinsou sheathed his entire length inside your throat as it became evident that your orgasm was upon you. Your hips thrashed against Bakugou's face, but he held them fast in his palms, determined to taste the juices that poured out of you as your screams were muffled by Shinsou's cock in your airway.

He held it there as you rode your high, only retreating when he felt you must have been desperate for a breath, which you most certainly were.

You gasped as Shinsou took a step back and he ran a soothing hand through your hair, "You're doing so well, Kitten."

"Fuckin' perfect if you ask me," Bakugou wiped his chin, his hands hooking beneath your knees to tug your back toward him, so your ass was right up to the edge of the desk, "You should be worked up enough to take me by now," he smirked, shedding his costume as Shinsou's hands travelled down your arms.

"You're gonna look so good with your pussy stuffed full," Shinsou leaned down to kiss you, his fingertips rubbing soft circles over your skin.

Bakugou rubbed his head against your puffy clit, moaning along with you as he lined himself up with your quivering hole. Shinsou held your forearms, bracing you against the table, as he spoke, "Don't go easy on her. See how much she can take."

A devious grin crossed Bakugou's lips as he flicked his eyes to Shinsou, "Oh, I was plannin' on it," and with that, he sunk himself into you, the stretch alone inspiring you to wail.

It hurt as first, but the pleasure of feeling so completely full more than made up for it as Bakugou began to move.

"Oh my God," your hands grasped desperately for something to hold on to as tears welled in your eyes.

Shinsou slipped his hands lower to interlace your tiny hands in his as Bakugou dug his digits into the soft flesh of your hips, pulling you into each fervent thrust of his hips.

"You're so fuckin' tight, Princess," Bakugou rasped, his head lolling back as a choked groan left his throat. "Fuck, you feel better than I fuckin' imagined. Can't wait to cum all over that pretty face of yours."

You shook your head, tears running over your cheeks as you eyes began to roll back, feeling your second orgasm fast approaching, "No, cum inside me," you begged, "Please, please, Sir. Wanna keep all your cum inside my tight little pussy."

Bakugou's head nearly exploded on the spot, his eyes practically glowing as he snapped his hips faster, "You wanna take all my cum, you filthy slut? I'll fuck it into you just like you asked, if that's what you really want."

He looked almost completely animalistic as he growled, pounding himself into you as you babbled a mixture of curses that swirled around his name, Shinsou stayed behind you, his cock achingly hard as he whispered sweet praises in your ear, telling you how good you looked, how well you were taking Bakuogu's cock.

He let go of your hands when your orgasm arrived. The overwhelming sensation sent you shooting straight up, your palms coming flush against the table beneath you as you cried out, broken sobs falling from your lips as Bakugou came undone within your velvety walls. He fucked his hot seed into you as one hand came behind your head, pulling you closer to place a searing kiss to your lips.

"Fuck," he sighed as the pair of you separated, groaning quietly as he stepped back, slipping out of you as some of your intermingled release dribbled out of you and onto the floor. "Oh, fuck," his brows knit together as he stood in awe of you.

"You're so well-behaved, Kitten," Shinsou came to stand between your legs, placing his hands on either side of your waist. "I think you deserve at least one more orgasm, don't you?"

All you could do was nod as your words still failed you, your mind too jumbled from the pleasure coursing through you.

"There's my good girl," he whispered seductively, holding your face as he kissed you slowly. "You think you can get on all fours for me like a good kitten?"

"Mmhmm," you hum, letting him pick you up from the table to set you on the nearby sofa.

Bakugou took a seat first, sitting sideways with his legs parted, extending his hands to guide you onto the couch, "C'mere, Princess, I gotcha," he sank down so that he was halfway beneath you, his muscled arms supporting either side of your torso, while his hands rested on your back.

Shinsou assumed his position behind you, teasing your folds as he parted them with the swollen head of his cock, "I'm glad we've saved the best for last," he smirks, slowly pushing his girth into your slick core as he grips your hip, while Bakugou scowls.

The blonde returns his focus to you, running his hands up your back slowly as he leans up to press his lips to yours.

"Shit, you are fucking tight," Shinsou's hips stutter as you clench around him, so sensitive from the previous ventures within your walls.

“Hell yeah she is,” Bakugou mumbles against your lips, a proud smirk evident there as he cups your breasts in his hands.

Shinsou begins thrusting reliably, sinking himself deeper with each pass as Bakugou massages your breasts sensually, toying with your nipples on occasion as you turn into a mess between the two of them.

Before too long, you’re pushed up against Bakugou’s chest, locked between his strong arms after being forced there by the harshness of Shinsou’s thrusts.

You can’t think straight. All you can do is cling to Bakugou’s shoulders, focusing on the sound of his voice as he watches Shinsou slam his hips into you, positively mesmerized by the way your ass jiggles with each connection of skin on skin.

“You gonna cum again for us, Princess? I wanna see you do it. Wanna feel you claw at me when you feel so good you don’t know what to fuckin’ do with yourself.”

“Gonna stuff you so fucking full, Kitten. You better not waste a drop of it,” you can barely register Shinsou’s gruff voice behind you as you dig your nails into Bakugou’s skin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cry, hands shaking as Bakugou braces you against his chest, “Feels too good. Oh, no, no, no. Too good,” you whimper, your eyes shut tight as every part of you clenches.

Bakugou shushes you quietly, watching your face as he holds you fast.

“You can take it, Kitten,” Shinsou grunts as he thrusts impossibly deeper, sending you off into utter bliss one more time as an intense feeling of relief washes over you.

You’re trembling in Bakugou’s grasp, expelling any noise you know how to make in a bid to channel the overwhelming sensation taking over you as Shinsou continues to snap his hips forward, a low, gargled moan pouring from his lips as he releases warm, sticky ropes of cum inside of you.

You aren’t sure how much time has passed by the time you finally come to your senses, wrapped up in Bakugou’s arms as he strokes your hair, while Shinsou rubs the back of your thighs from where he’s now seated behind you.

“You all right, Princess? Or did you get more than you bargained for?” Bakugou flashes you a crooked smile when you look up at him.

“I’m great,” you laugh softly, laying your head back down on his chest. “We should do this again sometime.”

“Maybe at my place next time,” Shinsou smiles, trailing his nails gently over your inner thigh, causing you to shiver and giggle. “I’ve got some toys I think you might like.”

“I’ll be there,” you close your eyes, sighing contentedly as Bakugou begins rubbing your shoulders.

He looks to Shinsou, who appears to be waiting for an answer, and then looks back to you, sighing as he replies, “Count me in.”

[rfaromance]

how do each of the main 7 feel about you having fictional crushes and/or playing dating sims lmao

OOOH. To avoid any weird meta, I will refer to non-MM games in this response, haha.

Yoosung would understand, for sure. He's undoubtedly had video game crushes. But he still looks a little sensitive when you spend more time fawning over characters than over him. Like the time you bemoaned losing Itto's 50/50. "Do you only like big, muscular guys like that...?" You end up needing to reassure him.

Zen doesn't understand it at all. He can't grasp the idea of falling for a bunch of pixels or a drawing. "What does this Asmodeus guy have that I don't?" he'd complain. "I'm so beautiful that I'm proof God makes mistakes." He isn't happy to hear Asmo was once the jewel of heaven. "Well, I'm an incredible singer and dancer." Turns out Asmo is too. "I'm... I can do a keg stand!!"

Jaehee also doesn't quite understand, but when you try to compare it to having a crush on a celebrity, she's able to rationalize it. "They're both unattainable and we romanticize them." She sighs as she glances at some of her Zen DVDs. "Can I see that idol girl again? What was her name... Kaede Takagaki?"

Seven completely understands and loves hearing you gush about your fictional crushes. He knows all about falling in love with a false persona. It's helped him survive countless times. But when you eagerly show him your latest SSR of Artem Wing, he can't help but chuckle softly. Is this your type? An upstanding citizen? A hard-working professional? A tall, dark, and handsome? Seven can only see his own flaws until you surprise him with a kiss on the nose. "Come pick your favorite!" you urge him. "I know you like pretty boys just as much as I do, if not more." That's right. It's a game. In this reality, you chose him.

Jumin seems like the type who would be critical of fictional crushes, but he understands how people can sometimes find solace and attachment in non-humans. He would listen patiently with Elizabeth in his lap as you excitedly show him how you’ve collected every Yukina Minato card in the game. The only problem is when he starts using the word "blorbo" unironically at C&R.

Ray would be extremely paranoid. The way you talk about these characters with such a sparkle in your eye... What if you come to like his "AIs" more than you care about Ray himself? He can't help but try to dig into your phone to figure out the defining traits of all of your favorite characters, to see if he can learn something that would benefit him. But when he sees Sakuya Nijou, he suddenly feels more relaxed.

V doesn't have particularly strong feelings about your love for your fictional characters. If anything he probably loves scrolling through your Love Live costumes to get inspirations for future photographs or paintings, once you nudge him to begin painting again. He particularly likes Shizuku Osaka's aesthetic.

[scarlet-ancunin]

All the nsfw requests are making me some type of way ooh ok ok my turn

Headcanons for Desire dating a werewolf reader especially how desire deals with R being in their mating season. I can just imagine reader growling in their ear and desire being like "ha I'm in trouble"

(bonus points if Reader is more dominant)

(bonus bonus points if desire is in their male form)

Sparrow anon

Oooh Interesting Headcanon lets find out, Male Desire x Werewolf Reader coming up~

Warnings: Nsfw, Mating Cycle, Choking, Pleasure By Pain.

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Desire Dating A Werewolf Reader

Desire dating you was something you didn't think was possible given what you were. but the day you told them what you were they gave you a bright smile.

Recalling that time you both were having dinner in the waking world you decided to cook Desire something and asked them to meet you at the park in a very secluded area. At first, they didn't show up making you wonder if it was a mistake, but soon they walked out from the shadows smiling "oh I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long had to take care of some things"

you kissed them softly and they could feel the longing from you as you held them close. they wrap their arms around your neck. "I wanted to surprise you well at least hope I did seeing as you can probably feel everything haha" you chuckle and watched you look away shyly for a moment to which they shake their heads "no this is a lovely surprise thank you Y/n."

after dinner that's when you decided to tell them the truth. "since we have been together for a while, I wanted to tell you that...well, I am a werewolf" you stated staring at them. Desire stares back and suddenly smiles brightly "I still love you Y/n.....Can I see you change," they asked you could actually feel their longing and it surprised you but you close your eyes and suddenly wolf ears pop up along with a tail. your nails turn black and grow into claws, your canine teeth grew and your eyes look more primal.

Desire even noticed your body grew a bit more toned "my you look divine Y/n, simply exquisite" they said placing a hand on your chest and sliding it up and over your shoulder. Thier hand makes its way up and through your hair. "I guess i had nothing to worry about" you said laughing to which they hum laughing low "no"

There was one thing Desire would always secretly look forward to and that was. The mating cycle you forgot to mention to them during that lovely date.

Desire knew where your mating cycle was near beacuse you would always cling to them more, becoming the big spoon, or pulling them close when you wanted them to be near.

But the main sign was when you suddenly growl against Desire’s ear. It was so sexual and needy that they closed there eyes "mm im in trouble"

How would they deal with it? simple, they let you do what you want to them and they let you know they was enjoying it because of the obvious bulge in their pants and the lust in their eyes.

You would bite their neck hard enough to leave a mark as you pound them with no inclination of slowing down. You watch Desire grip the bed sheets tight groaning softly your name.

It was music to your ears seeing the Personification of desire in a moaning mess. You would drag your claws down their back creating thin red lines but Desire was living for it begging you not to stop.

Once releasing in them you watch them release all over the bed leaning down you tell them "I'm not done with you yet" making a shiver run down their spine.

When you thrust into their over stimulated body Desire moans in pleasure but nothing was more thrilling then when your hand wrap around their throat giving a firm squeeze adding to the pleasure of you thrusting into them. You watch them twitch again their stomach, signs that they was close once again.

"Thats right love taking your mate like a good boy" Desire opens their eyes it wasn't focus and filled with nothing but pleasure and lust. "I'm close" they choked out between moans.

"Go ahead you done well" you said watching them release all over their stomach and yours closing their eyes from the pleasure of it all.

Desire was laying on their bed cleaned and relaxing watching you come out the shower back to normal "satisfied" you chuckle sheepishly "very, thank you"

"Anytime~"

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And there you have it. Let me know any request you Desire

[flowerinyourcare]

Drunk on a Good Recommendation - Murr Wine Event SSR

🍷 Murr's SSR "Want Some Out-of-this-world Wine?" card story/training episode/home screen line, english translation :] thanks to maki for the raws, and sheep and blue for extra input! ❤

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Chapter 1

Akira: All the decorations for the grape harvest festival are super cute…

In my down time, I was strolling through the Western wine town, which was bustling with excitement from the festival. From somewhere nearby, a familiar voice caught my attention.

Murr: Just as I thought. This wine is more tangy than the last one!

Faust: I can definitely taste the astringency, but I think it ended up being more bitter than sour.

Akira: (These voices are…)

Akira: Murr, Faust. Hello.

Murr: Ooh, Sage! Heyo!

Akira: This is a rare combination. Are you two shopping together?

Murr: Yep yep!

Faust: No, not exactly… I was doing a small tasting to pick out a wine for myself, and Murr pounced on me.

Akira: Ahaha, I see.

Akira: Are you going to buy anything from this shop?

Faust: No, I'm still making up my mind…

Murr: Hey, hey! That shop across the street is also super yummy! You come too, Sage.

Akira: Um, are you sure it wouldn't be a bother?

Murr: No way! Come on, pick up the pace, Faust!

Faust: I'm coming, okay? Don't push the Sage around like that.

(scene change to another shop)

Murr: Mmm! It has a mellow aroma, and the texture is refreshing, but it still has a surprising zestiness. What a tricky flavor to pin down…

Murr: Why, it's the taste of an evasive infinity that reminds me of the night sky surrounding my beloved moon!

Akira: (Infinity?! I wonder what that tastes like…)

Murr's description of the wine had sparked my curiosity, and Faust seemed to feel the same way, slowly swirling his glass before taking a sip.

(gulp sfx)

Faust: Certainly, the aroma has a complex depth to it, yet the flavor is bright and refreshing. Overall, even though it's light, it leaves a pleasant feeling in your throat. This is delicious.

Murr: Right? Good, good!

Murr: Ooh, I know. Faust will definitely like this one, too. Bottoms up!

Faust: Mm.

Akira: (Faust seems to be having a good time. Maybe they're surprisingly compatible?)

Murr: Sage's drink looks yummy too! I'm gonna try some of that!

Akira: Huh? But, this is just…

Murr: Excuse me! I'd like to taste that one!

The shop attendant handed Murr a tasting glass, and he clapped his hands excitedly.

(gulp sfx)

Murr: Nn~? The taste is sweet and full-bodied, like something you've never had before, but with a pleasant familiarity, like something you drink all the time!

Akira: Murr, it's juice.

Murr: Whaaaaat!? Really? Ahaha, I didn't even notice!

Murr laughed in delight, his cheeks flushed a rosy warm color.

Akira: (Maybe he's gotten more drunk than usual…?)

Murr: I'm feeling good, so let's hurry and get to the next shop!

Chapter 2

Murr: This shop's wine has a deeply rich, fruity sweetness! But the aftertaste leaves your mouth a little bitter.

Even though he was definitely tipsy, Murr's descriptions were vivid and clear. Faust nodded along, pleasantly drinking the wine he was handed.

Time passed easily with this atmosphere. Suddenly, Murr turned to us with a serious expression.

Murr: Juicer…? I hardly know her. *

Akira: ……Huh?

Murr: The unfriendly root vegetable got "beet" up. *

Akira: …Murr?

Faust: …..Pfft.

Akira: (Oh, he's doing wordplay! I didn't think Murr was the type to make cheesy puns like that…)

Faust: Haha. I have no idea how you come up with them so quickly like that.

Murr started tossing out more puns, and Faust laughed away. Maybe it was just because they were both starting to get drunk, but they looked like they were having plenty of fun.

Murr: Hey, hey! What's up with that look,Sage?

Akira: Huh?!

Akira: (Whoops, he must have caught me smiling away…)

Akira: Ah, nothing… I was just wondering if we could make more puns related to the harvest festival…

Akira: Since you two are doing such a "grape" job. *

Faust & Murr: ……

Akira: …Ah, was that terrible…?

Murr: Ahaha, fantastic! Where did that come from? Sage, you're a jokes prodigy!

Faust: Quite the comedian, huh.

Akira: Oh, ahaha! I was afraid I had messed it up.

Murr: Got any more? I'd love to hear 'em!

Faust: Yeah, me too. But can you give me a second? I'm going to buy a bottle from this shop.

Murr: Bingo! I knew you'd be a fan of this one!

Faust: Thanks to this tasting tour, I was able to come across some delicious wines. Thank you.

Akira: (It looks like they sampled a lot, so I'm glad he found something he liked.)

Drunk Passerby: He~ey! That was pretty funny!

Akira: H-huh? Me?

When I turned around, a red-cheeked customer was calling out to me and staggering our way.

Drunk Passerby: Yeah! Whatever you were sayin' before, can ya say more like that?

Akira: Uh, umm…

Akira: (Another pun, just like before…Hm. I'm totally blanking…!)

Murr: Meow mya-mya-meow!

Drunk Passerby: Huh, what's the deal!?

Murr: Purrr… I've gotten drunk enough to become a cat! Meow, meow~

Drunk Passerby: …Wahaha, that's awesome! Your cat impression is spot on! Man, thanks for the laugh!

(thwap)

The person heartily patted Murr's back and stumbled away.

Akira: (Wah, I'm still reeling… he was in and out like a storm.)

Akira: Murr, thank you for helping out!

Murr: Ahaha! It wasn't me, it was cat-me!

Faust: Sage, Murr. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Faust: I made my purchases, and now I was just going to wander around for a bit longer, but… What are your plans?

Murr: Eh?! You're done already? My plan was to get more drinkies with Faust!

Akira: I think you're already drunk enough, Murr, so maybe it is a good time to call it a day…

Faust: …That's right, Murr. How long are you going to keep up that spell?

Chapter 3

Faust: He's been using magic to raise his body temperature all day, in order to pretend like he's drunk.

Akira: Huh?!

Murr: Ding ding ding! You found me out!

(magic twinkle)

Murr waved his hand, and before my eyes, his reddened cheeks faded back to normal.

Akira: But what was the point of faking it?

Murr: I wanted to see how you two would react if I got totally drunk!

Faust: Is that so. Well, did we meet your expectations?

Murr: The results show that both of you… are perfectly compatible with me!

Akira: Murr, when you actually get drunk, do you behave like that?

Murr: I wonder! Do ya wanna find out?

Akira: I am kind of curious… maybe a little.

Murr: Then there's only one way to know! Come on, let's head to the next shop together!

Faust: I don't mind if you leave me behind, so you two have fun.

Murr: Huh~! Why, why? Does Faust hate drinking with me that bad?

Murr's cheeks flushed red once more. Faust raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth, completely deadpan.

Faust: It's a nightmare.

Murr: You're so heartless! Was all that quality time we shared together just a game to you, Faust?

Faust's shoulders started to shake with laughter - Murr's exclamations could easily be taken out of context, or lead to a misunderstanding.

Faust: I'm kidding. Your drink recommendations are very good. Thanks to you, I've come across some excellent wines.

Faust: It's just that, when it's with you, it's hard to keep myself from drinking too much.

Faust seemed to be telling the truth. Though I can't help but wonder if it's the alcohol letting him be this honest, his reasoning is fair.

Akira: I understand. When Murr was sitting next to me and describing the taste of each wine, I found myself wanting to try it too, even though I don't drink alcohol.

Murr: Ya~y! High praise! Well, I'll have to work twice as hard to find even more scrumptious wines for you!

Faust: Oi. Were you even listening?

Murr: Yep, roger that!

Murr: I'm saying that, if I'm drinking special wine that can only be tasted today, I'll let Faust and the Sage hear my special words that can only be spun today!

Murr: How's that? Sound good?

Murr explained his plan, and just the idea of it was getting my heart racing. 

Murr: Let's toast to this fun afternoon, a precious moment that we'll never have again!

Faust & Akira: ……

Faust: You really are exceptional at recommending drinks.

Akira: Ahaha, he is, isn't he?

Murr: Yippee! The next leg of our wine-tasting tour awaits!

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* these were originally puns in jpn, but since wordplay is really hard to translate, i settled for puns with similar structure/effect in english. they really are making jokes that bad… 

additional note: i had to fight for my life to make the wine descriptions sound as flowery as they are in jpn and i took tone over exact phrasing. Take it up with murr, y'all,

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Training Story: Let Me Hear Those Words Again

(location: manor courtyard)

Akira: Good evening, Murr. What are you up to out here?

Murr: It's officially happy hour! Time for a drink!

Akira: Oh, that bottle…

Murr: Good eye! It's one of the bottles I bought at the festival the other day, when I was doing tastings with Faust.

Akira: I didn't even notice you bought anything. There were so many different wines, how did you decide on the ones to buy?

Murr: Easily. I bought the ones that Faust gave the yummiest descriptions of!

Akira: Oh, I see. Faust was definitely talkative that day - almost as much as you, Murr.

Akira: By the way, even though you chose it based on Faust's description, what do you think of it?

Murr: Something about this wine just makes folks want to talk about it, huh? It's intriguing!

Akira: …That is interesting.

Murr: So! Do you want me to tell you about it?

Akira: Yes, please!

Murr: Well, it's…

Akira: It's……

Murr: Let's ask Faust about it!

Akira: Huh? Faust? Can't I get your opinion?

Murr: It's fine! I'm sure that if we drink this wine together, we'll have the same thoughts about it!

Murr: Hey, Great Sage. Let's go find Faust and invite him!

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Home Screen Voiceline:

"Master Sage, guess what kind of cocktail I'm craving right now! It's okay if you don't guess right. The idea of drinking the cocktails that you think I might want to drink… Isn't it funny how your thoughts would become a part of me?"

[rynwritesstuff]

Perhaps I have another Ronnie request😩

Ronnie coming home from the graveyard (literally lolol) shift to find you waiting up for him👀 lights dim👀 then fucking you into the kitchen counter👀

U know im only gonna keep requesting if you keep writing such 👩🏻‍🍳💋 stuff<3

Oh my gosh YES. I love this so much. Thank you for being so sweet, you're the best :) Also, yes, request as much as you want!! That makes me so happy haha

Fucking in the kitchen + Ronnie Peterson

NSFW: PIV sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, name-calling

Ronnie isn't expecting you to be up when he gets home around one in the morning. You're usually asleep when he works late, and he'll crawl into bed beside you, but tonight is different.

The lights in the kitchen are dim when he walks inside and sets his belt on the dining room table.

His eyebrows raise when he sees what you're wearing: His favorite bra-and-pantie set. Your hair is pulled back and away from your face, and he smiles as he walks up to stand between your legs.

"Well, hello," he says, looking you up and down. You hum, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him closer.

"Hey, pretty boy," you say. Ronnie pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, then puts his hands on your thighs.

"What's this about?" he asks, squeezing you. He's already getting hard just from seeing you like this, your pretty tits pushed up and your thighs looking thick.

You shrug, smiling.

"Just wanted to surprise you. Long day?"

He nods, leaning in to kiss you. You let him. You always do.

"Mm, mhm."

You run your hands through his hair, pulling him closer in that way you know he likes. Ronnie licks into your mouth, his glasses pushed up against your face as the two of you make out.

You run your hand down his stomach, then undo his pants and push them down. They bunch around Ronnie's ankles, and as they do, you pull his throbbing cock out of his underwear.

He hums softly.

"I need you," he tells you. "Need to fuck you."

You smirk.

"Do it, then." You spread your legs. "Fuck me."

Ronnie pulls you forward, yanks your panties to the side, and thrusts into your waiting cunt. Your head falls back and thuds against the cabinets.

You reach up to yank at Ronnie's hair again, and he begins to roll his hips with a groan.

"Fuuuck," he sighs. "Wet little pussy . . ."

You hum.

"All for you," you tell him. "Fuck me harder, baby boy."

He does. He'd do anything for you. You're looking up at him with those big, pretty eyes of yours, and you're making the most beautiful noises . . .

"Tell me what you are," Ronnie says breathlessly. He wants to hear you say it. You groan.

"Your whore," you say softly.

"Hm? I didn't hear you, babe."

"I'm your whore!" you say, louder this time.

Ronnie moans.

"Damn right you are. Don't you forget it."

He smacks your thigh, then fucks you harder.

"Mm, shit, I'm getting close," he tells you after another few minutes. You're rubbing your clit frantically, and Ronnie sighs at the sight.

"Fuck, me too," you groan. "Call me your whore again, Ronnie."

He laughs softly.

"You're my whore. My dirty little fucking whore."

This sends you over the edge, and you cum with a loud groan.

"Fuck!" Ronnie moans as he feels you cum around him. He climaxes moments later, and fill up your cunt with his seed.

"Goddamn," you say, smiling as you pull him in for a kiss. He hums against your lips.

"Thank you for staying up for me, babe."

Taglist: @safarigirlsp @thepalaceofmelanie @clydesfavoritegirl @mrs-gucci @iamburdened @mrs-zimmerman @eagerforhoney @i-cant-draw-faces @icarusinthesea @candycanes19 @danidanisara

[dreamoonverse]

Ch.2 The morning after (Heart and Soul Beefy Biker Bucky x OC series)

Warnings: mentions of smut, name calling, alcohol, praise kink, choke kink. Preferably 18 or older to read

(Hey everyone! Finally was able to get another chapter up been really busy lately. I am not the best with smut so bear with me haha. Hope you all stay tuned to see what happens and let me know if you want to be tagged in the next chapter! I)

Series list here

Ch.2: The morning after

The light of the morning dimmed through the curtains. I squint my eyes, some starting to wake to feel the grey silk sheet over me. *Snores* I move my head in the direction of the mystery sound seeing the long dark brown-haired man asleep on his back, sheets up to his waist laid out into a deep sleep. I look back up at the ceiling for a moment. Surprised he was still in the bed, figured they would be gone by now. Sometimes they go right after my head hits the pillow during the late night. But there he was, I look back over studying him. The memories of the last roam rent-free in my mind.

After my seductive dance, I walked over to the island asking my bartender Torres to serve me my three shots of fireball. “You got it, sweetheart,” He winks, grabbing the bottle lining up the glasses pouring them. I drink each one without having to make a bitter face. It’s like water to me at this point. “Enjoy the show?” I ask him, getting torres to pour another three shots looking over at the brooding man who was watching me earlier.

“Quite entertaining,” He acknowledges sipping on what looks like bourbon.

I take another shot. “Mm must be watching me like a hawk. What did I do to deserve such attention from a quiet, reserved man like yourself?” I tilt my head slightly at him intrigued.

He lets out a low chuckle. “Would have been rude of me to ignore your performance,”

I step closer inches apart from him. “Mm the way you stared at my ass the whole time, it would’ve been..” I raise my eyebrow as a slight smirk spreads on my face.

“Guess I’m just an observer Darlin,” He takes another sip finally meeting my gaze looking me down for a moment but eyes stay right on mine.

“Not sure if you wanna observe me there Sarge…” I notice the dog tags hanging from his neck outside his shirt which he seems not to purposely have out like that. Definitely a retired one for sure.

He looks down seeing them exposed out in the open and casually puts them back in his black shirt.

I just watch him and he holds the glass up to his lips for another sip. Those light blue eyes looking into mine as if we were having a conversation inside of our minds that seem to offer the same idea of what is to come.

‘Fuck’ I mouth sitting up on the bed running a hand through my hair leaning back against the headboard. I can remember most of the night. From us sneaking back to where my room is. When I had found this club, I made a few adjustments to it making it not only for people to enjoy a night out but a place to live. I wouldn't call it home but it’s better than the first couple of years living in a car. Running away without much money didn’t do much but I got by.

Now all I can think of was being pressed against the wall by his strong grip tongues entangled. Tugging on that dark brown hair.

“You fucking little slut licking your lips like that...you need to get filled up.” He growls in my ear. I smile, biting my lip feigning for his aggression. “Mm, your eyes were undressing me from afar, couldn't help but notice someone angry…” I respond to him scrunching his shirt in my hands taking in the scent of fresh balsam roaming off him.

Mount Everest ain't got shit on me

Mount Everest ain't got shit on me

'Cause I'm on top of the world

I'm on top of the world, yeah

“You're lucky I don’t fuck you right here letting that pretty pussy take my cock,” His hands on either side of the wall in the fading light. “Mm, how would you know you haven’t seen it,” I pointed out. He tilted his head slightly to the left, licking his lips. “Babydoll…” he warns, looking into my eyes with lust and desire.

You could touch the sky, but you ain't got shit on me

'Cause I'm on top of the world

I'm on top of the world, yeah

Woop, woop

Woop, woop

Woop, woop

Woop

Sweet, sweet (Hey)

Once the clothes came off I could see his metal arm in full view. The black and gold present. For a moment, I could see a bit of uncertainty in his eyes, wondering about my reaction, judgment, maybe even a bit of worry starting to rise from his chest trying to hide it. I didn’t waste time placing my hand on his feeling the cool metal not at all startled or showing irregular breaths. I placed kisses on it, my eyes not moving from his stare. There was no going back or stopping now.

Everything felt like my senses heighten, The tugging of the sheets being licked, bit, sucked in the sweet spot like no tomorrow hitting every moan and some new moans I never knew I had. He sucked me dry but yet the groans and growls brought me back to the wetness needing more. I never felt so in control yet out of control before. “So fucking needy are we, never had someone eat this sweet, succulent pussy like this before.”

His praises and egging me on. Getting fucked in every position and all over the bed. My mouth-watering, gaping at the size of his wet cock dripping for me. Needing my lipstick stains over it, how the tugging of my hair gripping his chest could cut glass. Hearing his moans, groans. “Fuck you're taking me so well, damn…”

My back pressed against his sweaty, steamy chest. The heat and hard breaths using his flesh hand to wrap around my neck before I switch it to his metal wanting that firm grip to leave a bruise. The bite marks on my neck.

I don't need nobody

I don't need nobody

I don't need nobody

I don't need nobody

I don't need nobody

I don't need nobody (To save me)

Sweet, sweet

Mount Everest ain't got shit on me

Nothing could deny, that was literally the best sex I ever had, ever. Despite the downing of fireballs in my system, I can recite it all. The question still arose, why is he still in the bed, would I wake him, no I let you leave when you do. I can tell he doesn’t seem like the one to stay, definitely has a routine of being out by the crack of morning light. Yet, he was still here. Moving from my spot wouldn’t wake him up but he would be aware of my movements. Part of me wants to do it all over again, never have I craved anyone more than once...well Natasha is an exception.

*Grunts* Bucky rubs his face, clearing his throat, waking up. He looks up at the ceiling himself for a moment realizing he isn’t in his bed. Fuck...the reality hits him. He always is out before light creeps through the window. Yet, he was still lying in the bed. He didn’t know if he should but he had to see if she was still next to him still. He found her at the window looking out it with a mug in her hand in deep thought. Of course, she knows he is awake, definitely not her first time, or second, or third. It seems like this is a routine of hers. Waits for them to leave before moving about her day. He just needed more, he was getting hooked, the way she responded so well to him in bed was not like most did. She knew just where to make him groan and moan in ways he hadn’t before, he would definitely somewhere pay for this later and regret it but not now.

He gets up taking the chance just in his boxers walking towards her. Seeing her in a black silk robe as she doesn’t seem to turn around yet still focused on the window in front of her. He moves that green balayage hair to the side exposing her neck latching his lips to it taking in the softness, biting it some.

I feel his lips against my neck reaching for the end of his hair to run my hand through it leaning to the side. ‘Fuck it’ i toss the mug on the floor letting it drop to the floor breaking into many pieces with still some tea in it, not a coffee person. I face him moving those plump lips back to mine letting my tongue roam in his mouth. No words were exchanged. None needed. His hands find their way to my ass, squeezing it, holding it to let me jump in his arms, legs wrapped around his torso. He walks backward letting us settle on the bed pulled over his lap untying the loose knot settled on my robe. It falls down my shoulders and I move my arms out of the sleeve unveiling what’s underneath. He peppers my neck with kisses and licks going down to my breasts, my nipples hard, moving his flesh hand over one rubbing it while the other he sucks and nibbles on it causing a whimper from my lips tugging on the ends of his hair.

“You coming tonight…” I ask, watching him marvel at the sight.

“Yeah..” He groans in swift movement laying me on the bed kissing down my stomach eyes locked on mine before using his two metal fingers in my clit letting it vibrate “Oh fuck..” I cry out.

“That’s it babydoll…” He smirks, biting his lip seeing me falter, crumble at his touch.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

A Gift For The Engineer💚

Pt three

Tags. @weird-and-unusual @shy-ginger-in-the-graveyard @angeli-fucking-cat @needs-serotonin @iwasjustablur

The noise from the vent was still coming up making you shudder in your raggy clothes. What the hell was down there? And where were you? One minute you were hiking in the woods and the next..-

“SHUT YOUR FUCKING HOLE!!!!” a loud voice from in the vent startled you enough to make you fall out of your chair surprising the Lycan. He sniffed you, nudging your side checking to make sure you were okay and lightly nibbling at your shaking tail.

“Im.. im ok..” you assured the confused Lycan as you moved the hair from his face. “Your.. very nice..”

“Rr..!!” the Lycan scooted closer to lean on you sighing deep as if he was content. He was not a really roughed up Lycan; hsi chest was deep blue grey with some gashes but nothing too bad. Big alert eyes , some teeth missing and ripped pants that looked more like shorts. You pulled the overcoat close around yourself again sighing low. “Where am i …” you asked yourself. The Lycan flopped into your lap and the hat fell off your head. You picked it up looking at it, rubbing out the edges and dirt from it. “I guess.. “ you reached down to scratch the Lycans ear. “Monsters are real?”

“Rr..!!!!!” He hugged your hips, getting comfortable while you scratched behind his ear.

“Do you have a name?” you asked the interesting creature. He did not answer of course, hmm.. “Well.. how about.. Mm.. do you like Arthur? “

The Lycan licked at your stomach moving all around and you chuckled petting his head. “Okay, Arty it is.” you told the happy Lycan.

It was maybe an hour later when Heisenberg returned. The sound of heavy steps getting louder and louder woke you up along with Arty. You had laid down on the floor with the coat over you as a blanket with the hat next to you and Arty curled up on your side asleep. Heisenberg's eyes wandered around the room till they found you. You rubbed your eye sitting up looking up at this man. Arty sneezed himself awake jumping up to his feet in front of you to see Heisenberg, he moved to the side so the man could yank you up.

“Sleepy huh? I'm surprised you could sleep through all that ruckus.” he gestured to the vent. “Now then, your room is ready and ive got a present for ya!” he told you, letting you go to put on his hat and coat. “Cmon, cmon” he turned, moving back to the door making his way out.

“uhm.. Ok..” you pat your thigh getting the Lycans attention. “Cmon Arty”

“Rr!!!!” the happy lycan jumped to your side and Heisenberg looked back with confusion on his face. His brows bunched up in curiosity. “Did you name my Lycan?”

“Yeah.. i .. his names Arthur.. Arty for short..”

Heisenberg cocked his head at this; “did ya now? Well i hope you got more names” he tapped his hammer roughly on the steel bars alerting the many many more lycans all around you. “Cuz ive got a whole lot more!! Hahaha!!!”

“Heh,..” Chisel hurried up behind the humorous man following him up some stairs to a large empty room with one single door in the corner. Heisenberg taped on the reinforced walls with his knuckles. “Nothings getting in here. Except me of course. “ he swung the door open strolling in with his hammer on his shoulder and you behind him with Arty.

It was…. Well it was a room like he said but… it did not have much in it, well. Anything in it for that matter. You wiggled out in front of Heisenberg to walk around the room. It was clean at least but it had nothing in it. ..

“Like it?” he asked, putting his arm around your neck and his other hand on his hip.

“Uh .. well.. Yes but..”

“Hmm??”

“Can it have a window?”

“Haha!! A window!? Were under ground Chisel!! What cha wanna see? The bugs?!”

“N-no i .. okay…” you looked down at your hands seeing something shiny in the corner of the room.

Heisenberg pouted at the answer he got. Awww. fine fine fiiiiiineeeee “let me see what i can do , just for my Chisel, oh and. There's something for you over there” he pointed as he left the room.

Arty had made himself comfortable in a corner curling up just to stretch and roll onto his back then back to his side running in place til he got tired.

Chisel walked over to the corner kneeling down to see a metal collar staring at her. It had the name “Chisel” on it and a interesting crystal hanging off of it. “Is.. is he serious..” you picked it up feeling the goosebumps on your fingers. You managed to put the collar on adjusting it as best you could till you were comfortable. “Heavy.. “ you said to yourself touching some rusted scrap, poking at it. It fell over revealing what looked like coins to you. “Hmm?” you picked up the handful of coins reading them . “lei..?”. Before you could inspect further your neck jerked and your body moved up on its own and you were dragged to the door where Heisenberg was. The collar was sticking out into the air near his raised finger.

“Like it?” He dropped his hand and the collar fell too . you fell into him choking for a minute and he pat your back. “So how about a sun roof hm? Il move things around. And I guess i can look outside for a blanket or something.” he was rubbing your back now, in slow motions.

“Uhm.. okay.. Id.. like that.”

“Seee im not a bag guy eh?” he taunted walking out of the room bringing you with him. “I GUESS i can find clothes. Tsk tsk tsk, already costing me a fortune , Chisel. “

**

You were outside the factory now, Arty was running around with other Lycans and Heisenberg was throwing things in the air while he looked through his scrap and what not. You were wandering the grounds taking in the scenery; a huge factory.. A castle.. Waterfall and a.. Village? This was an interesting place...it has ot be some kind of magic right? Maybe other world? Supernatural..-

“WELL what do we have here?” said a jolly man in the distance.

You jumped looking over to see a carriage by the cliff. “Was that there.. Before?” you hurried over , the collar jingling around your neck . you saw a carriage and a large man sitting in it with a smile on his face.

“Chisel… nice to finally meet you”

“How.. how do you know..”

“I know many things! A Merchant must know his customers. Now then, those clothes look pretty tattered , fancy a look in my shop?”

You blinked trying to put this together, so this.. Uh. “whats your name?”

“You can call me the Duke,feel free to peruse”

The Duke had some clothes that were the perfect fit for you which was strange.. You offered the Duke the Lei you found and he happily exchanged with you. “Thank you for your patronage!”

The clothes you picked out were some boots, pants and a winter coat along with a long sleep shirt. It was nice to be warm… “uh .. thank you..” you came back around a rock to see the carriage gone. Instead you saw a bridge that was… not there before..

“y/n….. y/n….”

“..huh?” you stepped towards the bridge. “who..Wh whos ..”

You saw a figure on the other side of the bridge , they looked blurry and seemed to be waving.. “Cmon y/n… lets go home…..”

“Huh? Wait .. who are you!” you hurried making your way across the bridge , in the distance a laughing doll could be heard in the trees while Heisenberg was searching his grounds. Arty noticed you were not around and started barking.

“Mutt-!!.. Arty!!! SHUT UP-- .. Chisel?” all the metal around him fell and he whipped off his glasses seeing the bridge was up. “Oh shit.”

*

[mlobsters]

supernatural s9e15 #thinman (w. jenny klein)

don't really think about it until they show a bit of s1/2 in the recap and man, dean's voice got so much lower

SAM On a hunt? Why wouldn't I? DEAN I don't know, man. 'Cause lately with you, up is down and down is sideways, you know? I-I -- I don't know what you want.

does sam even know?

worked for will graham!

i'm trying not to cringe up into a ball knowing it's a ghostfacers episode... maybe it'll be fine.

HARRY Ah, the Winchesters. Yay. ED Says nobody. HARRY Ever.

it's funny because it's true

DEAN Am I supposed to be impressed with that treasure trail or the lady gun you got hiding in your, uh, pants there?

this show, sometimes

HARRY 50 shades of whey too much protein!

look at that, we got a tld! ghostfacers.com! but not in the search results window

two laptops and a full sized, albeit also vintage, stove. they sure find the interesting motels

why is sam looking so extra pretty today. hair must be in a pleasing (to me) configuration

kind of surprised they aren't talking about tulpas if it's the slenderman spn-universe equivalent. oh man. this episode aired 2 months before the girls stabbed their friend because of slender man.

and dean just smacked treasure trail boy on the ass, all right. we're having a normal one

DEAN You throw the right Tibetan symbol into the mix, you dumb asses ever think the Thinman comes to life as a Tulpa? ED Because thousands of people can agree that Thinman is any one thing? The lore changes blog to blog. He's not a Tulpa.

LOL thanks show, make me feel clever

SAM Okay. Just grasping at straws here, but when I think "teleport," I think "Crossroads Demon." DEAN Mm. Demon that likes to stab and watch YouTube. Why not?

DEAN You know what video would have gone viral, if we still had it? When you were five and you got dressed up as Batman and you jumped off the shed 'cause you thought you could fly. SAM After you jumped first. DEAN Hey, I was nine, and I was dressed up like superman, okay? Everybody knows that Batman can't fly. SAM Well, I didn't know that. I broke my arm.

DEAN I know you did. Man, I drove you to the E.R. on my handlebars.

okay i teared up because that was just so sweet, both relaxed and happy for at least a second. haha such a sap

DEAN Hm, good times. SAM Yeah, they were.

second over, emphasis on WERE

ED Harry was gonna leave, so I needed to give him a reason to stay. I-I made up Thinman.

what

SAM Listen, if you don't tell him, he's gonna leave anyway. Trust me here. Secrets ruin relationships.

laughed out loud. they would know!

look at that pretty face staring down the dude to get him to tell the truth

HARRY You crashed the Jenga Tower of our lives. I was gonna get married. I left her to run around with you, living some lie. ED Well, at least we were living it together.

this is so goofy. even more in your face than usual, parelleling a plot point to sam and dean's situation

ED Harry, we can get through this. We just debunk Thinman and then we go back to Ghostfacers. HARRY I can't. I can't trust you anymore, Ed.

so goofy!

HARRY None of it was real, Sam. Ed was just pretending, and now he wants me to pretend, like this is just something I could get past. SAM I know what you mean. Look, there are things you can forgive, and there are things you can't. HARRY So, which one is this? SAM That's something you got to figure out for yourself.

therapize himself a little along the way

DEAN So, the tires were only made for one kind of car. It's a 1989 Geo Metro.

man those little hatchbacks used to be all over the place, nearly all of them must be dead by now. specially the mid90s ish ones which were ... not very reliable

DEAN So, there was no teleporting -- just a couple of douche bags doing the "Scream" thing.

what did i say about looking extra pretty? and he usually is more buttoned up than this. very pretty lighting too

ED I've done all this crap for us. I-I don't know why you don't see that. HARRY No. No. You did this for you.

literally wheezing. not enough to take the same betrayal of trust plotline but even the same lines!!? LOL

from s9e13 SAM Okay. Just once, be honest with me. You didn't save me for me. You did it for you.

--

HARRY You roll with a guy so many years, you start to think he's always gonna be next to you. Like, when you're old and you're drinking on the porch, he'll be in that other rocking chair. And then something happens, and you realize that other chair has gone empty.

snorted. so like, okay. do you hear yourself say it, harry? very normal thing, just like planning on being with your friend forever. not wanting him to be with his lady and a regular job, but on the road with just you. i mean like, obviously, same can be said about sam and dean and that's probably part of the point but it's so loudly obvious that it's like *looking around* are you seeing this? are they saying this. i guess we can say like see, this is normal, just dudes being close bros. weird

WEIRD CHOICES. what a strange episode. good for those actors i guess getting to come back again and have a meatier parts in the episode

okay also tucking this episode in my pocket because i recall there's a thing with the retirement whatever brochure some time in the future, but also that makes me sad again that dean didn't make it to retirement age. womp womp