#so uh. we'll see how it goes. but it's ok if it sucks it's my first multi chapter fic im not counting on perfection!!!

[cerealmonster15]

rereading my fics is like a constant cycle of being like "teehee that was funny. oh god that line was cringe. hehe that was funny. wait why did i say that 😑. hehe. wait i forgot about that part. hang on didnt i plan to write xyz into this why did i never get to that. teehee that was funny-"

[armin-stan]

Only Mine (Wanderer x Reader)

ok ok so, this is gonna be my first time writing smut and it'll be a bit long (that's what she said). so, we'll see how this goes

warning(s): reader has female body parts, slightly possessive behavior, fingering, straight-up sex, lots of biting and marking, and a touch of exhibitionism

Growing up in Snezhnaya, just a few houses down from Ajax, now known as the Eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers, Tartaglia, or Childe, was interesting, to say the least. Before he fell into the abyss, he was your best friend and eventually your first kiss, resulting from a silly childhood crush. Now, however, that kiss resulted in a fairly annoyed Wanderer.

"You really didn't tell me this months ago?!" You had finally let it slip about what happened between you and Childe all those years ago, and to say Wanderer was jealous would be an understatement. Over the course of traveling with him for the past 6 months, you had finally decided to tell him about that past, and his reaction was not what you had been expecting.

"I don't get why you're so upset by this. It was when we were kids, and it doesn't matter now." Your voice came out slightly annoyed and confused by his reaction. You watched as Wanderer huffed and crossed his arms before speaking again, "You're wrong. It does matter." In response to this, you simply tilted your head in even more confusion, which caused him to roll his eyes and groan like you were purposefully being dense. He pinned you against the hotel room wall in a flash, with one of his hands holding your chin and the other trapping you there.

"You're mine. The thought of that idiot even having a sliver of a chance with you... infuriates me." Wanderer's voice is cold and possessive, like an all-consuming blizzard, chilling you to the bone and causing your heart to race. He had never been like this before, and it was enticing. His face moved closer to yours, his lips brushing against your own as his piercing indigo eyes bore into your own. One of his legs presses in between your own, trapping you even further.

"You're such an idiot if you think I don't know; you think of me as yours as well." Wanderer tilts your head and presses a lingering kiss to your jawline. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip as his gaze meets yours again; as possessive as he is, his eyes are asking for permission. You don't respond with words, instead smashing your lips to his in a needy and desperate kiss, the result of months of tension building. As a groan leaves his throat, his mouth is cold against your own warm lips.

Wanderer nibbles on your bottom lip harshly and slowly releases it as he leans his head back. His free hand travels down your figure, tracing each and every crevice, curve, all of you, while the other hand moves to the back of your head. He grasps your hair and forces your head back as his lips move down to suck and bite at your neck. His teeth dig in at your nape and leave an imprint.

"Mine..." His words are muffled as he continues a passionate assault on your sensitive neck, leaving more and more marks. All so everyone knows that you are his. His roaming hand snakes under your shirt and plays with your nipples. The cold of his hands ignites a fire in you as your body grows warmer and warmer; you can't help but pant desperately and arch into his touch. Wanderer takes this opportunity and presses his knee further up, making you grind on his leg. He chuckles devilishly as you bite back a moan.

"Oh, my dear, don't hold back those pretty sounds. I want everyone in this hotel to know you're mine." He sucks on your shoulder as you grind against his leg and let out a needy moan. Your hands grasp for his pants, pleading for them to come off.

He moves your hands away before pressing himself further against you and shakes his head as he speaks darkly, "Uh uh, not yet... I want to mark you just a bit more before the main event." You can feel just how much he enjoys this, not just in the touch of his hands and lips but in the ever-growing bulge of his that presses against your inner thigh. His hand moves from your chest down to your pants, and he traces the hem of your pants teasingly. "Please..." You plead with him, which only earns another cold laugh from him.

"You can do better than that. Tell me that you're mine and only mine. That you don't belong to Childe, only to me." He whispers against your neck before sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth and nibbling it. Your mind is only on him and getting what you want. No, what you need. "I'm yours, only yours. No one else's." Your words are whiny and desperate. Just what he wanted to hear.

He loosens your pants before his hand slips in. His fingers rub on your clit, and your folds. You finally realize just how aroused you've been as his fingers slide about with ease, thanks to how wet you are. He doesn't hesitate to plunge a couple of his fingers into your cunt. Your head falls back, and a loud moan escapes you at the feeling of his cold fingers in your warm hole.

He moans softly, right against your ear, "Fuck... you're already this turned on. My (Y/n), no one can make you feel this good so quickly but me." Wanderer's fingers move in and out at such a painfully slow pace that drives you crazy. You moan and try to grind more against his fingers, but he presses you further into the wall with a disapproving look, "Be patient, just a bit longer, and I'll give you exactly what you want."

"Need..." You barely get the word out between your unrelenting moans. This causes Wanderer to smirk and let out a groan before he bites down on your other shoulder, marking it as well. His fingers curl inside you, hitting just the right spot, causing you to moan louder than before. He assaults this spot each time his fingers slide all the way back in, turning you into a panting and moaning mess. You can feel a knot forming in your lower stomach, and right when it's about to unravel, Wanderer's cold hands slip out, denying you your release.

You pant and lower your head to give him a pleading gaze. As you open your mouth, he presses his lips to yours as his hand fully loosens your pants, and they fall to the ground with your underwear close behind. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you taste a hint of mint on it from dessert. Your own hands go down to his pants and loosen his belt, causing his pants to fall to the ground with a thump. You could feel his cock fully spring out and instantly go between your legs.

"You want this, right?" His voice has lost that coldness, and Wanderer shows immense adoration as he gazes deeply into your eyes, searching for any hint of rejection. You nod slowly and grind on his shaft, "I do. I want to be yours and yours alone." His eyes light up at your soft and needy tone. With one final caring kiss to your lips, he slides his shaft all the way in. He can't help but suck and nibble on your jawline the whole way through to make it as pleasurable as possible for you.

"Archons, you were made for me. You're so warm.... so tight." His voice quivers slightly as he starts to pump in and out of you slowly at first. Wanderer throws his robe off, only leaving his form-fitted black shirt on. He grips your hips and lifts you up, using the wall to help hold you in place as he moves faster. You gasp and moan louder than before. You need more of him and wrap your arms behind him to hold on and dig your nails into the exposed parts of his back, marking him in your own way.

His head lulls, and he returns to assaulting your neck and shoulders with his teeth, tongue, and lips. Wanderer moves faster, causing your moans to reach a new level. The wall creaks slightly from the passion, and he smirks against your neck, "Everyone in this hotel will know what we're doing if you keep up that moaning." You try to muffle your moans with one of your hands, but he pulls it away from your face and shakes his head, "No, no, love. I want them all to know who you belong to. If these marks on your pretty little neck aren't evidence enough that you are all mine." Wanderer increases his pace, and that familiar knot starts to form in your stomach once again. The sounds of skin meeting skin is like a hypnotic rhythm to this song of lust.

"Wanderer... I'm..." Your words are cut off by more moans as he increases his speed and lowers his head to begin marking your chest, leaving bite marks and hickeys wherever his mouth wanders. He hums in response as he takes more of your flesh in his mouth. That knot in your stomach gets tighter, closer, and closer to unraveling. Wanderer can feel your close and keeps his current pace. As he bites down on your nipple, you're pushed over the edge completely.

"Wanderer!" You scream out his name as he pounds into you, getting closer to release himself. You spasm on his shaft, and he moans softly against your skin. He mutters against you, and his rhythm turns erratic as he is close to cumming. "Shit, (Y/n)..." His words fade out as he bites down harder than before on your shoulder, more than likely drawing blood as his cock spurts deep inside of you, filling you up in a new way. His thrusts start to slow, and he gradually releases your shoulder from his teeth. You remain pinned up against the wall for a moment, your legs dangling free, before he slowly lets your feet meet the ground once again, his cock still remaining in you. The feeling of your cum mixing together around his shaft is intoxicating.

He pants briefly before speaking slowly, "Given that I'm a puppet, cumming in you shouldn't have any effect." He kisses your cheek softly, so tenderly compared to what just happened, "Yet, we can keep going all night and find out what really will happen." He smirks wickedly before he kisses your lips with such care. He chuckles into the kiss as you pant, still recovering.

"Let's say we keep going. We might even get a noise complaint." You weakly nod your head, wanting more of him before meeting his lips once again; kicking off a long and loud night.

[t0kidal]

Baby Babiru?

(Independent one shot of other works, you're just another normal student, this is the first time you're meeting the big three (chaos trio, the dog, the cat, and the bird) of Babyls, inspired by Gakugen Babysitters.

btw, apparently the honorific 'kun' can be used strictly for young males but females can be called 'kun' as well by their 'superiors')

Here in the netherworld, life was precious. But very rarely did demons come together to reaffirm that, preferring the phrase “to each their own” as a principle.

As an effort to change that, for the sake of his grandson no doubt, the principal forcefully recruited some of the strongest students.

And you were there too, I guess.

Ok, you just needed some extra pocket money, living independently is hard and a little bit of income for a slightly larger lunch would be amazing.

But what exactly were you recruited for? You'll find out soon enough.

"006... 006... Ah, here we go."

Living alone wasn't too bad, at least your folks set you up with a roof over your head and a plot of poorly managed land (you couldn't help being at school almost the whole day). Now that you've sort of got the hang of it, you can afford to get a part time job!

Yay...

As you open the room door to 006, you see the top dog of Babyls, who you know goes by Opera.

The real question is though, Why do they have a kid?

Your gawking is put to an end when they clear their throat.

"Ah, you must be the other Kouhai. Welcome."

"Other...? I'm sorry, I'm not really sure what's going on..?"

That blue baby is just so stinking cute!

Would it be too much to just... squish his cheeks... just a bit?

"Sullivan-sama hired you for a project of his, in order to change demon society we, as well as fulfill a crucial desire."

'Oh no we're gonna be his gophers aren't we this is gonna suck so mu-'

"Having his grandson close to work."

"... huh?"

With that he releases a rope and a banner unfurls in your face.

'BABYLS' BABY DAYCARE.'

"Oh..."

'OH NOOOOO'

Demon children, extremely young ones to boot, were hellish creatures.

How did they expect you to survive!?

As if sensing your internal panic..

"Not to worry, uh..."

"Y/n..."

"Not to worry, Y/n-kun. My underlings will be joining us on this task."

'Underlings!?'

Just as you thought that, a voice behind you rings out.

"Ghg... Opera-Senpai!?"

You turn, startled, and find yourself almost nose to nose with Naberius Kalego, the guard dog of Babyls.

Your face goes pale and you step back into the daycare room.

"S-sorry!"

"Tch."

By his side was an avian demon, a little on the short side but you instantly recognize him from the rumors as the insanely strong human fanatic.

He seemed normal enough though...?

He eyes glance at you in acknowledgment before returning to read the banner overhead.

"Senpai... Are we... babysitters?"

"For the time being, Shichiro-kun, Yes."

It's silent... nothing but your internal screaming, and the chair demon's grandson's giggles could be heard.

"That damn chair demon..."

"Kalego-kun."

The temperature easily dropped ten degrees, as a terrifying look crosses Opera's face. Without looking, he hands off the blue child to you, disregarding the surprise on your face and the curious coo of said child, as he approaches Kalego.

"Need I remind you of what'll happen if you don't comply like a good dog?"

"Ghg... F-fine... Whatever."

Shichiro, noticing your confusion, steps closer and clarifies.

"Opera-senpai threatened to shadow Kalego-kun."

"Hmm?" That... you had to say it, "that doesn't seem so bad...?"

But as you listen to Shichiro explain you realize, oh... yeah... having waves of delinquent demons pester you every ten minutes has got to be the most draining thing you've ever heard. You could only look at the man in question sympathetically before your attention is snatched by a small coo.

".. Hello, little... uh.."

"Iruma" called Opera as he dragged Kalego away.

"Uh- Um, Ok, Hello Iruma, let's ignore that for now... I guess we'll be working together for a bit. Please take care of us." And then you shake his little hand all business like, marveling at how soft it is.

You gotta tell everyone, starting with 'Shichiro'.

"Uh... Shichiro... kun... huh. Nice name." Today isn't such a bad day, you heard a nice sounding name, shook hands with an adorable baby.

"Yes, That's me?"

"Ah Sorry! I just... well," It'd be weird to say you're amazed at how soft Iruma's hands are... right? "It's nice to meet you." You settle on that for now.

"Good to meet you too Y/n...?"

"Ah, you can just call me, Y/n. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable?"

"N-no... Not at all."

Shichiro couldn't help but smile behind his mask, you weren't too loud and you were polite. That's a win win.

Eventually, you all settle down in a little circle, Opera provided aprons for all of you to wear and you're now entertaining Iruma.

"I would've thought more parents would send their kids here..." You muse. "If only to try and connect with the Principal."

"Hmph, most noble children are tutored till they reach the age their clans see fit to send them to school." Responded Kalego. "I myself spent a great amount of time preparing myself for my future."

"I suppose..." You didn't really want to say anything else, while Shichiro was quite friendly, and Opera was... well meaning, Kalego was still a prickly sort you didn't want to cross.

And an awkward silence fell over the circle. You... against your better judgement, decide to break it.

"Opera-senpai, what class are you in?"

"Me? I'm in class 2-B on the issue of attendance."

Shichiro leans over to whisper to you, "It's cause he keeps leaving class to beat up the gangs that loiter in the halls."

"O-oh... is that so? I'm in... 1-C, it's not so bad there but it's a little..."

Iffy, you were going to say iffy because lots of your classmates, remember that Babyls is a mess during this time, liked to misbehave.

"Tsk. Shichiro and I are in class 1-A. But to be honest it's full of delinquents just like the rest of the school."

"'Tis a shame" agreed Opera.

"Don't give me that, you're literally one of them."

From how much he gets bullied by Opera... you don't blame him for that statement.

[willothewips]

(whoops I don't get tumblr tags AGain, but I was possessed last night so here ya go, hope I make sense)

maybe at first Danny is like "OH CRAP" bc that is a ghost haunting his sisters bf!? but also it's a ghost of a hero and how cool is that!?

and Robin is so excited someone is actually corporeal AND able to see him (!!) that all through the night he does flips and silly faces and little pranks - just anything to interact with Danny

so to everyone else, Danny is a little distracted and laughs randomly (batfam: "I didn't say anything funny?")

but he gets increasingly annoyed at some of the pranks (like jump scares and making him trip) until finally everyone sits for dinner and Robin makes Danny push his cup into his lap

Danny stands up and points a finger at him like "OK dude, you're starting to be a real jerk, what's your problem!?"

Then grabs his (fancy cloth) napkin and tries to dry off, mad and muttering "And they say /I'm/ immature" then a little louder "At least /I/ wear pants!"

Jazz hides her face behind the glass in her hand. Between the teeth of her strained smile she whispers "Danny! Shut. Up!"

Danny looks up and around the table. He puts on a nervous smile and sits back down, flicking the napkin over his shoulder. "Uh hm, sorry. Spilled my drink."

Batfam like "Uhhh you were pointing?" and "Who were you talking to?"

Danny tries laughing it off "Oh no, I'm uh one of those people who apologizes to chairs! You know, yells at the microwave when it beeps? Ha haa..."

Suddenly the napkin flips over his face, seemingly on its own

Danny stands and bangs his hands onto the table, screams "I AM YOUR KING!"

He takes a deep breath and pulls the napkin from his face. With an extremely calm and level voice, he Maturely says "Excuse me, please. I will be right back."

He goes and everyone turns to Jazz who is now very red in the face. She says "Uhmmmm sooo sorry. He's had a traumatic childhood. Sometimes things just... set him off? Did I tell you about our Uncle Vlad? He's also... weathly.... and-"

Meanwhile in another room, Danny is pulling a full seance with this ghost. Spiral notebook with the alphabet, a ton of decorative candles stolen off the nearby furniture bc there's a lot in this room for some reason? (idk power outages are a thing?) and it just Felt Right

"What the heck, dude! I change my mind, Gotham heroes are the worst! HOW has nobody noticed you, or is this a youngblood deal??" And yeah he's a little mad, but also, this isn't the first good ghost to cause him annoying problems so "What you can't talk? Can't even touch anything? Dang ok yeah that sucks. Just stop messing with me and we'll figure this out. What do you need? You want me to call batman for you? Kill the joker? No?"

But of course Danny isn't very discreet (never has been) and since this is the house of bats, Someone witnesses at least part of this and is just going "ok wait what was that last part?"

Danny meets his sisters boyfriend's family all goes well apart from the fact when he sees jason he see's the little robin ghost hanging on his back smiling

heres my attempt at a lil doodle. homie is completely oblivious

[mha-atdr]

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Uhhh I think that’s all? More rules might be added later but for now!! Just play nice and enjoy the show!

[one-sad-human]

•Pinky Promises• Steven Adler

Pairing: Steven Adler x Reader, Axl Rose x Sibling! Reader

Requested? Yup! By an anon

Theme: Angst(?) to fluff

Warnings: Language, sexual references but nothing explicit

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Fic 1 of 2! Hope you enjoy! Also, the makeout near the end gets sorta hot and it was pretty fun to write? Like I’m considering exploring into writing smutter pieces. I didn’t want to originally because I thought I’d cringe all the way through and hate the result but I might try it out in the near future. Nothing too crazy but it’s something for me to think about.

     You step off of the large bus, your combat boots hitting the ground as you adjust the bag slung over your shoulder. It's stuffed to the brim with whatever you threw in, you're surprised the zipper did burst.

     You take a deep breath of the LA air. It's hot and humid and despite the thick air pollution, you can breath easier than you did in Indiana.

     You grew up in Lafayette, Indiana with your older half-brother William. You were raised in the hellish house with your shared father, which you finally managed to escape.

     William left right at eighteen. He tried taking you with him, but you didn't want him to be charged with kidnapping and have the cops on his ass. Now, two years and your father's stolen wallet later, you're finally in the city of dreams.

     "Will!" You yell out, spotting your redheaded other half.

     "Y/N!" He mocks, catching your figure in a crushing hug. He's taller than you, so you have to stand on your tippy toes during the embrace. "Thank God you're alright."

     "I'm fine, I'm happy to finally see you again," you say, a huge grin on your face. "How's the band? Everything going well?"

     "Well enough," he says with a shrug, grabbing your heavy bag and slinging it around his shoulder. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the guys. You already know Izzy of course, but the rest of them."

     The walk to the 'hell house' as Will had called it is filled with catching up. He made sure to keep in contact with you, but the phone calls were always short. It felt nice to have a full length conversation in person with your brother again.

     "Welcome home," Will says, leading you into the house. You grimace when you catch a whiff of stale beer and weed.

     "You seriously live here? This place should be condemned," you say with disgust.

     "And then where would we live?" The oh-so familiar voice of Will's best friend meets your ears. You whip around and fly into his arms.

     "Jeffery! I missed you so much! You really should've tried calling, you ass!" You exclaim. Izzy rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless, patting your back during the hug.

     "Who's this?" Another man enters the living room— if that's what it should even be called. He's blonde, taller than you but shorter than the other two men in the room. He has kind eyes and the smile he has on his handsome face leaves you speechless.

     "U-uh, hi. I'm Y/N," you say after a moment of shameless gawking. If he noticed, he doesn't mention it.

     "Oh that's right! Axl talks a lot about you! I'm Steven," he says and bounds up to you, catching your hand in a shake. You don't question who the hell 'Axl' is, but you smile stupidly at him and bite your lip with a blush staining your face.

     "No," Will says, glaring at the cute blonde you've taking an immediate liking to. "Absolutely not."

     "William!" You squeak out, pinching his shoulder harsher. He yelps and swats your hand away. Will glares further at you as he ushers you up the creaky stairs to your room. "Nothing happened! And who the fuck is 'Axl'?"

     "I saw how you were looking at him! I'm not naive, Y/N. You were giving him the 'fuck me' eyes! And me, everyone calls me Axl here." You give him a look. "Except you, of course. You can call me Will."

     You don't give him another word as he leads you to your bedroom. He was the one who didn't have a roommate before, and he'd have to share with Slash now but he was determined to give you your privacy.

     "This is the only room with a working lock, use it. Especially when your changing! Three horny men in a house with one you isn't a good combo." You make a face and shake your head, but you can't really tell if he's being overprotective or if his band mates really are pigs.

     "Are you not including Izzy?"

     "Please, he's the only smart one besides me. He knows I'll rip him a new one." You laugh and give Will another hug.

     "I've really missed hanging out with you like this, and thank you for letting me stay here." He nods and rubs your back.

     "No problem, we have each other's backs, always." You nod and release your bother from the hug. "One rule though: no hooking up with the guys. One time thing or not, you don't know them like I do, I won't let you get hurt. So don't even try anything with Steven!"

     "Even if it's nothing sex?" Will levels you with a look that would make you sweat if you were anyone else. You sigh and roll your eyes. "Fine! I promise."

     "Pinky promise?" He asks, holding out his pinky finger. You shake your head but comply anyway, hooking your pinky on his.

     "Wow, bringing out the big guns, pinky promises," you tease.

     "Bitch," he mumbles. You gasp sarcastically.

     "Asshole!" You reply. William takes his leave with another slew of insults under his breath but none to be taken seriously and all with a smile. You shut your door after him and lay on your bed, content with how things are finally beginning to look up.

If you knew where you would be in just a few months of living with your brother and his band, you never would've agreed to the naive promise Will had forced on you. You think back to the day with a frown.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Steven asks, pecking your bare shoulder as he lays behind you on your bed. You both lay naked and damp with sweat, glowing from the moonlight streaming in the room.

"William," you say with a sigh.

"We just had sex and your thinking of your brother? Should I be worried about you?" Steven asks teasingly. You fight the smile growing on your face and lightly pinch the his arm tightly wrapped around you. He never fails to make you laugh.

"I just feel bad keeping this a secret from him." You turn around to be face to face with Steven. "It's been months of sneaking around. I'm always nervous we'll get caught together or I'll blurt it out to him."

"Then why don't we just tell him?"

"Do you want to die! Steven, honestly, do you have a death wish?"

"No, but—"

"Then we can't tell my brother we're together. He'll murder you, and then probably me one he finds out how long I've been lying to him," you say and move your head in the crook of Steven's neck.

"Then we can be together in the afterlife!" Steven folds his arms around you even tighter. "Seriously though, we can't lie to him forever. We've been together for six months already, surely he'll see how much we care about each other and not want to kill us."

"Yeah, maybe," you say halfheartedly and close your eyes, finally letting yourself fall asleep.

The next night, Guns has a gig at the Whiskey A-Go Go. The ritual goes like it has been, they play the gig, you wait for Will to get drunk, and you and Steven sneak out to the back of the club to make out and maybe get felt up a bit before returning like nothing happened.

It isn't different this time. Steven's hands leave your skin ablaze as he lets them wander down your sides and up your thighs. His lips don't leave yours, even as he squeezes your ass and you let out a moan. He grins on your mouth and presses his pelvis up to your stomach.

His mouth leaves yours to press feather light kisses to your cheek before trailing down your jaw and onto your neck, where he sucks nips at. You have to press a hand to your mouth to stay quiet.

"Don't leave marks," you remind him through batted breath.

"I won't," he reassures and silences you with a chaste kiss to your swollen lips before returning his attack on your neck.

You hear footsteps fast approaching, but as quickly as you hear them, Steven is ripped away from you. He's slammed into the brick wall next to you harshly and groans. You jump away and gasp.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" William asks, his voice lower than usual. His green eyes dark and downright scary.

"Will! Let him go, come on. Stop fucking around, you didn't have to slam him into a wall," you say, but your shaky voice falls on deaf ears as Will doesn't move. Your hands grasp at his arm and try to yank him away from Steven, but he's stronger and taller than you and doesn't budge, he just keeps his eyes focused on Steven.

"Nothing!" He squeaks out. Even in the dark, his kiss bruised lips and flushed red face is obvious.

"'Nothing?' That's why you were ten seconds away from fucking Y/N?" Will asks.

"William stop it! You're scaring me! Leave him alone!" You push him again and this time, he relents. Will paces and runs his hand through his red locks while you rush to make sure Steven is ok.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Steven mutters and presses a kiss to your brow to comfort you, sending you a smile when he pulls away. He keeps his hands on your arms and rubs circles with his thumbs.

"How long has this been going on?" Will asks, crossing his arms as he finally stops his pacing.

"Six months..." Steven says nervously. William scoffs and shakes his head. "But it isn't just fucking around! I love them, Ax. Really."

You smile bashfully, biting your lip to try and contain it. You knew you felt strongly for Steven and that he returned the feelings, but you haven't outright said you loved each other— until know of course.

Will stays silent for a few beats, staring contemplative at Steven. He finally sighs, bring a hand up to rub his temples like he has a building headache.

"Yeah? And you love him, Y/N?" He asks. You nod, reaching out to grab Steven's hand. Steven lets a grin creep on to his face. "Then I guess I can't stop you. But if you ever break their heart, I'll fucking gut you, Adler."

If Will makes Steven nervous, he doesn't show it. He gives him a salute with his puppy dog like smile before sticking out his pinky.

"I promise I'll never hurt Y/N purposely, ever." Will rolls his eyes, the irony makes him nearly groan aloud. He sucks it up anyway when he sees your hopeful expression, hooking his pinky onto Steven's.

"Don't make me regret this, Steven," Will grumbles before leaving and walking back into the crowded club. Steven lets out an exhilarated laugh and kisses you, hard.

"Told you he wouldn't kill me!" Steven exclaims, making you laugh out of surprise.

"And we don't have to sneak around anymore!" Steven kisses you again, and again and again until you're breathless.

"I'm so in love with you," he mumbles between his attack on your lips. You smile, tangling your hands in his aqua-net filled hair.

"As I am with you."

[lady-amethyst18]

(Everybody was working so hard on cleaning and fixing the theater they didn't even notice how late it had gotten.)

Fiona: Phew. We cleaned up a lot in here.

Iben: But there's still a lot to do. But I believe we can make it.

Lucy: And what about the spiders?

Yuri: Don't worry, I took care of them. They won't be bothering anybody, won't you, little guys? (She had them in a few bug cages. She was looking at them with a smile on her face.)

Leo: Wow. You may have to be the only girl I know who likes bugs.

Yuri: (blushes a bit) Oh! Well, yeah. I find bugs fascinating. If you push back the fear, you can actually learn a lot about them.

Balan: (smiles) You and Haoyu did a great job catching them. But I'm sure there will be more.

Haoyu: No worries. We'll be ready if there will be more.

Balan: Great. You two are... Really... (yawns) Amazing.

Eis: (Looks at his watch) Huh. It's already 9:15. Time flies when you're having fun. We should pack up for now and come back later.

Balan: Wait... Does this mean... Y-you're all going away?

Iben: (holds his shoulders) It's ok, Balan. We'll be back tomorrow, I promise.

Emma: And Leo and I live close to you. We won't leave you alone ever.

(Balan smiled widely and wanted to give them the biggest hug, but he stifled another yawn and stretched.)

Iben: We should all be going to bed. Where do you sleep, Balan?

Balan: Me? Oh, uh... Nowhere I guess. I kind of sleep anywhere. I don't have a proper bed, so I just find a spot and go with it.

Fiona: Doesn't it get cold or uncomfy to sleep? Especially with winter coming soon?

Balan: (Sucks in his bottom lip and looks away. He didn't want to admit that Fiona was right.)

Cass: That's no way for you to sleep! You need someplace warm. Soft. Comfy and cozy. (She thinks for a moment. Then perks up as an idea hits her.) I got it! I have some old but pleasant pillows at my grandma's house. I can grab a few so you can have a nice spot to sleep on, Balan.

Fiona: Yeah! I have some pillows and blankets too, so you can have something to keep you warm at night. Sit tight; we'll be right back.

(Fiona and Cass leave to get some soft pillows and blankets for Balan while Leo and Emma stood with him. Leo started cleaning up a spot where Balan could sleep.)

Leo: There we go. It should be more comfortable with all this debris out of the way.

Balan: (big yawn)

Emma: Hang in there, Balan.

(Cass and Fiona came in with the cushions just as Balan was about to nod off. They made a big pile and guided the maestro towards it.)

Balan: (sits down) You... You made this... For me?

Fiona: Of course. Now you have someplace warm and soft for you to sleep. (She drapes a blanket over him)

Balan: Aww, guys. I don't know how to thank you. It's so much nicer and more comfy. I might finally get a goodnight's sleep tonight.

Yuri: (Grabs some of the tims and surrounds Balan with them) The tims should keep you happy while you sleep. (She hugs him)

(Balan leaned into the hug before letting out another yawn.)

Leo: We should let you sleep. See you tomorrow, Balan.

Balan: Yes. Goodnight. (He lays down on the pile of pillows and goes to sleep)

So here's the context

Although there's still a lot of cleaning up to do, the theater is starting to look a little better. Less dust and fewer bugs are a good start, but there's still a lot to go.

But it's getting late and dark outside, so it'll have to be put off until tomorrow. Everybody starts heading home and going to bed. But where does Balan sleep? Turns out he just sleeps wherever he wants.

Fiona and Cass know this can't be good for him, so they bring him some old pillows and blankets for him to sleep on. Not perfect, but to Balan, it's the best thing he could ask for. At last, the lonely maestro will get a goodnight's sleep tonight.

This is my Lonesome Maestro AU. When Balan's first show was a disaster, and everyone left him. He's become very lonely and sad due to no one being around. Until Leo and Emma showed up and try to change his life for the better.

[deafenedsaltwater]

Dear my uhh random thoughts blog,

My thought process when writing this ask, step by step breakdown

Uhh we start of with "Dear you," this is so I can sign the letter off with a clarification that this was written in admiration

The next bit of me going "the uh" and trying to articulate was my first draft and what I said in my head, trying to explain how the animaticlock art makes me feel

Saying "it has to be eaten" is important to the rest of it, wunderbar for a little fun and stuff

That next bit is a texture/flavor profile of the artist art style. Butter with brown sugar and very cat-like gravy (I call one of my cats gravy as a nickname, saying it's like gravy is referencing pretty Mr. Zero, who has all the traits of a russian blue but was not bred specifically to be one. This encompasses several things- russian blues are also called 'mona lisa' cats because they have a permanent smile, something the art makes me feel, and the art itself shows (animatic and other smiling sillies)

Sustaining my family for generations just means I'll revisit your profile every so often for a while in like,,, to eat new art. Basically it's another play on 'eating art' where uhh it there's enough to last a while. It's a silly compliment,, makes sense in my head but hard to articulate without just sayjng "heehheeh me when the art is a stockpile heeeehhe I must feed"

Middle-aged men named Joe. Uh. I said Amen, tried to think of a basic kind of name I think would have a lot of religious people with that name without using my father's name. Middle-aged because I think it would just be like. Kindd of to specify? Imagine if every Middle-aged man named joe had a vision and went to stand in the backyard of their house (which is in a cultesac idfk how to spell that ok just imagine common white neighborhood that hosts barbecues every Sunday) and held their arms out to their side and prayed in unison for your health and safety

10:43 PM I was originally going to write in military time but I uhh thought that was too odd. It's basically the first time that came to mind, I hadd to think of a time because 1. Clock itft 2. For extra pizzazzfull spice oh also PM because it was nighttime already when I wrote that

As for the last bit, drawings are weird, man. It's just a collection of lines put together in such a way that it reminds you of a place or animal, and tricks your brain into pattern recognition. Over time, we've taken this to the extreme where you can draw a circle with two little half moons on top on either side and a little T in the middle and people will say "oh thats a clock". I fucking LOVE how crazy wild the human mind goes to fill in the blanks, it's the main reason we're afraid of the dark, because we'll see faces where there aren't any because we're looking for them. I was thinking a lot about dreams when I originally wrote that ask, as I always am, so "hallucinations" was the best way to susinctly hold on sesinctly? Sisinctly what the hell is that word I've only ever said it in spoken conversation. What are you a combination of, oh beautiful, tantalizing syllables. Suuhh sync t ly Susinctly was that actually how you spell it. It sounds like how it should be spelled give me a minute

SUCCINCTLY??? That is NOT how that should be spelled. That looks like suck ink t ly. I'm disappointed in you, English. Learn how to sound out your own words before you come thoroughly crying throughout the tough, troubled, academically disastrous, truancy filled times. ENGLISHM, I WILL GET YOU!!!! I WILL!!!!!!! GGRGGRGHHH

Slightly succinct sobs sought-after, me

Dear you,

Me with your when you and the uh the your art with the clock and and animaticlock when it has to be eaten so wunderbar

I love the joyous godly gravy and butter cubes you produce it will sustain my family for many winters to come amen amen may every middle aged man named Joe bless you in unison tonight at uhh 10:43 PM

Love you, mate. Keep on producing the linework placed together strung into gay hallucinations.

Sincerest admiration, me

HELLO .? LMFAOO I have no idea what you said but i will take this as a good thing so yaayyy 💗

[katedrakeohd]

Like Father

Word count: 2908

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Author's Note: I wanted to get this posted for Father's Day but I got lost in Cordonia 1885 along the way, and had to make my way back. 😏😂

No warnings needed for this one, it's all emotional fluff and good feelings. You might need to keep a tissue handy though. I know I needed a few.

[Jackson Walker face claim: Jason Behr]

[Bianca Walker: Jason's wife KaDee Strickland]

[Young Drake: Atticus Behr]

Thank-you @ravenpuff02 for being my taste tester and giving me the thumbs up. 😊😂

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Summary: Drake and Kate are just settling in after welcoming home their newborn daughter Brooklyn. Drake receives a package from his Mom, that hits him right in the feelings and helps him reconnect with his Dad.

:: ♡♡♡ ::

- Like Father -

In the nursery at Valtoria manor, Drake and Kate Walker are spending some quiet time with their newborn daughter Brooklyn. Kate is sitting in the rocking chair cradling their little Beanie in her arms as she nurses. Drake is sitting on the rug nearby leaning up against the crib, watching them. Kate gently curls a lock of her daughter's silky fine hair around her finger, marveling at her delicate features as her tiny mouth and plump cheeks draw nourishment from her breast. She catches Drake's look of adoration and gives him a gentle smile.

"Hi there, Daddy," she says quietly.

Drake smiles back, whispering, "So how's our little girl doing?"

Brooklyn pauses her suckling, breathing a little sigh out of her nose, and then reaches out her tiny fingers to grasp the edge of Kate's robe. She looks up at her mother and blinks sleepily a few times before closing her eyes again and resuming her feeding.

Kate readjusts her hold on Brooklyn and gently rubs her back as she starts to rock, "We're doing just fine. She's looking sleepy but still seems to be hungry. Do you want to come over closer to see?"

Drake grins, an eager expression on his face as he gets up. "I'd love to. I can't help but feel a little envy at only being able to watch."

Kate giggles softly as she watches him come over to stand behind her chair. "Don't worry you'll have plenty of your own Daddy and daughter moments too."

Drake bends down to kiss Kate's cheek, placing his hands on her shoulders, and massaging gently with his thumbs. "Yes, I know. So how are you doing? Do you need anything?"

Kate sighs, enjoying the feel of Drake's warm hands. "Mmm, I could definitely get used to shoulder massages. I'm still adjusting to holding the weight of her in my arms for long periods of time."

Drake strokes his hand through her hair, dividing her long lengths and enjoying the way it waves and curls so easily as he coils and releases it from his fingers. Although it was too soon to tell, he hoped Brooklyn would have hair like Kate.

"Do you want me to get you a pillow? It would give your arms a break."

Kate tips her head back and gives him a grateful smile. "That would be wonderful. Oh, and a bottle of water?"

"Of course, anything for Mommy." He leans down to give her a kiss on the lips.

"Be right back."

On his way to the master suite, Drake meets up with his head housekeeper Marie in the hallway.

"Good morning Your Grace, how are Her Grace and the little one fairing today?"

Drake smiles at the older woman. Her jovial nature was a calming and supportive presence to have around during the settling in period for Kate and their baby. She was a mother herself and Drake appreciated her advice and suggestions.

"We're all doing well thanks. We even managed a few hours of sleep last night."

Drake rubs at the stubble on his cheek self consciously, knowing how tired he must look. He usually tried to maintain a semblance of tidiness and decorum around his household staff but Brooklyn's arrival had meant adapting to her needs over his own.

Marie juggles the laundry bundle she's carrying to hold it against her hip. She reaches out to pat Drake on the arm, giving him a warm sympathetic smile.

"I'm sure you'll do just fine. Being a new parent is an exciting and challenging time for everyone. If you need anything don't hesitate to let me or Gladys know right away."

"We will. Thanks Marie." Drake's conscience reminds him he was supposed to be doing something for Kate, and he tries to step by his housekeeper.

Marie snaps her fingers, as she remembers something else, "Oh speaking of Gladys, she wanted me to tell you that a package has arrived for you from your mother."

Drake can't hide his look of surprise, "Oh? Please have it sent up to the nursery for me."

Marie nods as she resumes her duties, "Right away, Your Grace."

Drake walks into their bedroom and makes his way to the wet bar he recently had installed. Since Christmas he'd overseen many renovations to the Manor. Despite it's stony castle type walls and grandeur the Manor at Valtoria was lacking in some modern comforts and amenities. Some bedrooms had only been heated by fireplace and were lacking any sort of heating in the bathrooms. Now they all had infloor heating.

Opening the mini-fridge behind the counter he selects a bottle of water, a cereal bar, and a cheese snack for Kate. When he had the fridge installed he'd imagined having alcohol in it, but thinking about it now he didn't see that happening anytime soon. He was a Dad now, and would probably have to keep his whiskey locked away. But that was ok. Whistling to himself he grabs a pillow off the bed and heads back to the nursery to his family.

Returning to the nursery he finds Kate lowering Brooklyn down into her crib. She smiles and beckons him over, whispering. "She just fell asleep. Is all that for me? You're so sweet honey."

Drake drops the pillow onto the rocking chair and slips his arm around Kate. "I brought you a little snack to keep your energy up."

Kate takes what he's offering and settles down onto the rug to eat her snack. Drake grabs the pillow and lays down beside her, propped up on his elbow. He lifts the hem of her robe and gently strokes her thigh as she opens her bottle of water.

Kate catches him staring at her, and reaches over to mess up his hair. "What are you staring at? I probably look terrible because I've barely slept."

He shakes his head and pulls her over to lean against him, folding his body around her. "No way. You're beautiful Kate. I could just sit here and watch you do anything all day."

Kate breaks off a piece of her cereal bar and feeds it to Drake. "Oh shush. You're just saying that because you're still traumatized from watching me squeeze out a baby."

Drake glances up at the crib as he chews, and then grins at Kate. "Seriously though, you're like my super hero. I'm never going to be able to look at your..uh. you know the same way again."

Kate pats him on the shoulder, "You'll get over it, and before long we'll be able to do things like we used to."

"How long do you think Brooklyn will sleep?"

Kate shrugs, biting off a piece of cereal bar. "It's hard to say, why?"

Drake hugs Kate around the middle and pulls her down to lay next to him. She giggles as he tucks his face into her neck and snuggles in close, his voice is muffled as he kisses her skin, "I say we should have a nap too."

"Right here on the floor?"

Drake nods, closing his eyes with a sigh. "Mmmhmm, and if she wakes up we won't be far away."

Gripping a handful of his shirt Kate soaks up Drake's body heat as she strokes his hair and kisses him on the forehead. She can't help but smile about the way Drake cuddles into her in the same way that she had just been cradling Brooklyn.

Drake inhales deeply, appreciating her scent. "Damn you smell good, different but good, it's almost like vanilla ice cream."

Kate laughs, "I've been breastfeeding. You probably smell the milk I've been leaking."

Drake shifts his position on the floor, running his fingers along the open edge of the silky fabric of her robe. "May I?"

Kate bites her lip as she feels his fingers graze against the delicate skin of her breast, seeing the curious look on his face. "You want to taste it don't you?"

Drake grins as he unties the belt on her robe and delicately lifts it away to expose her breasts. They're so beautiful and round and he gently cups one in his hand and marvels at the weight of it.

"Do they feel different? They definitely look different to me, and I'm not just saying that because I'm a guy who really likes his wife's boobs."

Kate laughs, "Of course they feel different. I need to buy a whole bunch of new bras to keep these puppies contained. And the leaking is totally random and I have to keep changing my shirt or whatever."

Drake gently strokes his thumb around the dusky pink rim of her areola and smiles as he sees a drop of milk start to form. Leaning in he collects it on his tongue, and then closes his lips around her nipple. She draws back when he tries to suck on it.

"Hey there Daddy. You only get a taste, so you better save the rest for Beanie."

Drake chuckles, then wipes his mouth. "Ok, I know she needs that more than I do. But damn that was sexy. How long before I can have you for myself?"

Kate sits up and reties her robe, smirking at Drake as he caresses her thigh. "Give me a few weeks, and let me consult my doctor. I know you're anxious, but Brooklyn is my top priority right now. Be patient."

Drake rolls over onto his back, folding his arms behind his head with a sigh. "I can be patient, dunno about lil Drake though. He has a mind of his own."

Kate gets up from the floor to check on Brooklyn. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices what Drake's talking about. "It's simply a mind over matter type of thing. Here's a suggestion, think of changing dirty diapers."

Drake grimaces, closing his eyes and chuckling quietly, "Oh yeah, that'll do it.

Kate strokes her finger down Brooklyn's soft cheek, watching her tiny hands flex and relax in her sleep. There's a quiet knock at the door and Drake sits up. "Oh right, my package."

Glancing at his lap, and raising an eyebrow Kate giggles, "Your what?"

Drake gets up and goes over to the door, "My Mom sent me a package."

Upon opening the door, Drake is greeted by a smiling Preston holding a cardboard box. "You opened it didn't you?" Drake frowns.

Preston nods, "Sorry Sir, I had to make sure it wasn't tampered with. Would it satisfy you to know there was nothing threatening inside?"

When he holds out the box, Drake takes it with a sigh. "Ok, fine. Just quit smiling at me, it's unsettling. Thank you, Preston."

Drake steps back and closes the door. When he turns, he sees Kate holding Brooklyn cradled to her chest, swaying her gently side to side.

"Oh, was that Preston?" she smiles, seeing Drake's stormy expression.

Drake doesn't answer, just rolls his eyes. He carries the box over and sets it down in the crib and opens the flaps. Kate peeks around Drake to see what's inside.

On top of various envelopes of pictures, a few smaller boxes and what looks like a folded up shirt, there is a folded piece of paper that looks like a letter.

Kate walks over to the changing table to check Brooklyn's diaper, leaving Drake alone with his things. Picking up the letter he reads:

Over at the changing table Kate hears Drake clear his throat, and when she glances over her shoulder she sees him fold up the letter and drying his eyes on his sleeve.

"Drake, honey? Are you ok?"

Leaning on the crib, and looking down at the box, Drake sniffs then mumbles, "I..I'm fine."

Kate shakes her head and then goes back to changing Brooklyn, "If you say so, but those are some fine looking tears. Seriously, what's in that box?"

Drake straightens up and tucks the letter into his back pocket, "Stuff that belonged to my Dad, and some photos and shit. Bring Beanie over and let me show you."

Kate uses a wet wipe to clean her hands, and then sanitizes before dressing her little Beanie in a fresh diaper shirt and then scoops her up into her arms. She kisses her on the forehead and then carries her over to see what has gotten Drake so emotional. "What's up Pop?"

Drake pulls an envelope of photos out of the box. "You never met my Dad, so I guess photos will have to do.”

The first photo they see is of Jackson and Bianca holding a very young Drake. He immediately blushes and tries to shuffle onto the next one.

Kate gasps putting her hand on his arm to stop him, "Awww, is that you? Oh my goodness look at those cheeks."

What about my cheeks?" Drake asks, feeling defensive. "They're perfectly boyish cheeks."

Kate giggles, "Oh I know."

Bringing Brooklyn up to her face she makes smacking noises as she smooches on her chubby cheek. "They're perfectly scrumptious. I bet your Mom gave you kisses and hugs all the time."

Drake shrugs, "I guess so. Doesn't every Mom?"

Kate shifts Brooklyn onto the other arm, untying her robe and letting her have some skin to skin contact up against her chest. "Not all Moms are the same."

Drake flips through more photos, stopping on one of his Mom and Dad kissing under one of the big trees at Walker Ranch.

"Heh, I know this tree." Drake chuckles, holding it out for Kate to see.

Kate smiles, "So do I. We kissed under it too."

The rest of the photos in the envelope show pictures of the ranch, including a young Drake sitting on a pony with a cowboy hat on his head and a big smile. He flips it over and sees cowboy Drake on Cinnamon written on the back.

Drake slips his arm around Kate's waist, pulling her to his side. “I loved that little pony.”

Kate smiles, leaning against his shoulder. “And some day Brooklyn will have her own little pony to love too.”

After looking through some other photos they swap it for another envelope. This one has fewer pictures in it. “Oooh,” Kate says, her face lighting up with surprise. “Is that really your Dad? I can definitely see the resemblance now.”

Drake rolls his eyes and tucks the picture back in the envelope, “Are you seriously going all weak in the knees for my Dad?”

Giving Brooklyn a gentle kiss on top of the head, Kate lays her down in her crib and grabs the envelope from Drake's hand and goes over to sit in the rocking chair. “Wow, you really do have the same Walker frown, and his smile.”

Drake just shakes his head and looks into the box for something else to look at. Picking up a familiar looking blue velvet box, he opened it to find his Dad's Guardian of the Realm medal. Lifting the medal away from the padding, he feels a sense of pride knowing he shares something in common with his Dad other than his genes. Closing the box again he tucks it away and takes out another rectangular shaped box. Opening it he finds his Dad's watch. Feeling a tightness in his chest, Drake chokes back a sob and his eyes start to burn with tears. Although he hated making a fuss about his own birthday as a kid, his Dad's birthday had always been a special occasion. Since his Dad was born in June, it usually meant taking a family camping trip on the weekend nearest his Birthday.

The watch he was holding in his hands was the last Birthday gift he'd ever received. Turning the watch over he sees the engraving that his Mom had gotten done on the metal case. A capital J and W were intertwined in a delicate script. Putting the watch away again in the box, he looked forward to storing it away with his own few pieces of jewelry in the wooden box on his dresser. Wiping his eyes, he realizes that Kate is watching him again.

“Must you stare at me when I'm feeling my most vulnerable?” he smirks, rubbing at the back of his neck and looking away.

Getting up from the rocking chair, Kate walks over to hug Drake from behind, and hands him the envelope of photos. With her cheek pressed up against his back, she rubs her hands up and down his chest. “It's ok Honey, you can cry in front of me whenever you need to. I'll never feel any less of you, or tease you about it.”

Drake clears his throat and glances over his shoulder at her, “But you already sort of did tease me about it not too long ago.”

“Well, yeah. Because you were trying to hide it. Just let it go Drake.”

Drake breathes in a shaky breath and covers Kate's hands with his own, his words coming out thick with emotion as he exhales. “Do..do you want to see what else is in the box?”

Kate gives him a squeeze, and sniffs back a tear of her own. “Ok, sure.”

“Let's turn on the baby monitor, and bring the box back to our room.” Drake suggests.

Kate nods, turning on the monitor hanging on the side of the crib and then follows Drake as he picks up the box and leads the way.

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[vyglitchcraft]

Fem!Cavalier Gantz x @tinyslasher 's Dante- Brandy And Chains

A/N: this is the first time I'm writing angst so...Sorry if it ain't good and I'm kinda winging the dialogue also drink responsibly

Song Inspiration: N/A

Warning: Smut, Slight Angst, Alcohol, Bondage, Choking, Degrading, Doggy Style, Pet Play, Anal, Brief Mentions of Suicide/Suicidal Tendencies

Word Count: 1.5K

Friday 18:30, XX-XX-XXXX

Gantz looked at their phone, slowly breathing in and out. The night was colder than normal so they walked faster to the hotel where a large neon sign has "Albright Hotel" written in large cursive.

"alright room 1995" they walked behind the building, using the back entrance as to not be seen. They quickly climbed up the stairs reaching the designated room, they knocked and waited for an answer "Hello? Rigs?"

He opened the door and pushed them in, they followed Dante to the living room, sitting down beside him as he pours two cups of brandy for both of them.

"let's just get this started" Dante stood up and grabs his chains "wait why don't we just talk or something, you paid for all of this and it'll be a shame if we just bang don't you think?" Dante sighed and sat back down.

"fine, what do you want to talk about?" Gantz shrugged and turned away from Dante to down the brandy before turning back with an empty glass "like i know, life i guess? Just drink and see where it goes from there" they poured another glass and did the same "do you want me to grab a straw or something so you don't have to do that?" Dante pointed at the glass then at Gantz's mask.

"why don't you just take that thing off?"

"....I guess it's ok...No there's no cameras or anything, aight I'll take it off" they put their finger behind the mask and took it off before shaking their head to fix their hair.

"well i guess Kay wasn't lying when she said you were good looking"

Gantz smirked and combed their hair back "thanks i guess" both of them clinked their glass and drinking the alcohol like it was the last day of their life.

"have i no- GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!" Gantz was getting tipsy but the effects on them was lethal, they moved back away from Dante before shaking their head "i am so so sorry about that, i- it's just- you remind me of someone i lost" they pinch the bridge of their nose and rubbed their eyes before looking down at the table, can't look at his face "let's just continue drinking, i bet you'll forget it in no time" Gantz looked away and looked back, muttering a "yea"

"huh you're pretty handsome you know? Not my type but i can't deny that" they wrapped their arms around his neck but they started to trail off and stared at Dante with a blank face "Si-Simon? Nononono! I'm sorry I'm sorry, you should've lived not me! I should've die! Forgive me please!" they started to tear up, they hid their face behind their hands.

"GANTZ SNAP OUT OF IT!" they looked at him now starting to cry but their face stayed blank, he shook them. They spaced back in and stood up, walking to the front door "i-i need to take a break or something, i should go" they turned their back to him, rubbing their face.

"i get it, but stay here a bit longer, you wanted this right?"

"how do you understand? We just met this week i don't know anything about you, you could probably be manipulative and i wouldn't know" they muttered under their breath, Dante sighed.

"i don't usually tell this to anyone but my sister, she also died i don't know how your friend died but we both lost a loved one, i sometimes still feel like i could've saved her but it's in the past and we can't change it" he turned them to him "let's just start what were here for, i just want to end this night" he sighed, rubbing their shoulder "are you sure you want me to do that? We'll start slowly if you do" they nodded.

They sat on his lap, both resting on the couch. He looked at them making sure they want this and they nodded back.

He took off Gantz's shirt and jacket off, leaving them bare in front of him "you're gorgeous you know?" He ran his fingers on their side and stopping at the bottom of their breasts.

He grabbed the bottle of brandy, pouring some on their collar bone and letting it drip between their chest, he licked the brandy off, making sure to do it slowly as to not hurt them by accidentally pressing the bruises on their skin.

They whimpered at the feeling and pressing their hand on their mouth "hey don't worry, no one can hear us" he grabbed their wrist and putting it on their side. After the alcohol was cleaned off he took off his shirt "are you ready? Are you sure? I won't be gentle"

"go ahead" their voice barely a whisper. He picked them off his lap and pressing them down on the coffee table "spread your legs for me, bunny" they obliged at his order, "good little pet" he muttered.

He pressed in two of his fingers in them "fuck, you're dripping wet for me bunny" they quietly whimpered "all for you master" their face clearly flustered. He moved his fingers in and out of them.

"You look like a whore right now but it's alright, I'm into it" he pulled his fingers out and grabbed his chains, tying it around their neck like a leash and their hands back, he crouched down spreading their lower lips with his thumb, he licked the opening and sucking on their clit "don't you dare cum without my order got it slut?"

"of course master" he pressed his tongue inside, licking the walls and letting their juices drop on the floor. They softly moaned "ah so amazing" he pulled on the chain, slightly chocking them "don't talk unless i told you too" they simply nodded.

"good job bunny, i love an obedient pet" he stood up, tracing his hand on their ass. He grabbed a bottle of lube and poured it on them and some on his hand, he unzipped his pants and spreads it on his cock.

"have you ever done this before?" they shook their head. He rubbed in the lube to their back door, slowly sliding in his middle finger "you're doing good" he muttered. They gave a quiet moan at the new feeling and slowly starts to enjoy it, he pulled it out with with a pop, he lined his cock at their back opening and slowly pushed in, they bit their lip "too big for you? Don't worry you'll get used to it" he grabbed the chain around their neck, chocking them. He moved with a fast rhythm making them loudly moan "yea good, moan for me you little slut, cmon tell me how it feels to be fucked with your masters cock?"

"i-uh god, it-it's amazing, i can't think straight oh god" he pressed their back against his chest "don't cum got it?" his voice was low, whispering that in their ear, they nodded.

He pulled out and dropped Gantz on the table, his cum flowing down from their ass to their thighs. "did you really think we were done?" he placed the on the couch, their legs spread open just for him.

"good little bunny, all wet just for me, do you want me breed you? Fill you up like a little cum dumpster? Or mark me as my own" they quickly nodded, drooling at that thought "well, beg for it" his voice making them weak as he pulls on the chain, chocking them.

"please fill me up, breed me, just do it, mark me as your own, just for tonight, I've been good right?" he tilted his head and thought of it "not enough bunny" they clearly getting mad whimpered "just breed me master, I've been good this night, so please mark me as yours just for today"

"are you sure you've been good? Remember the first time we met? I had to spend the whole day with a hard on but, you haven't complained and your begging seems genuine so, I'll give it to you" he quickly sheathed himself inside of them, moving in a fast and rough pace.

Gantz's head rolled tilted back and their eyes rolled back into their head, muttering nonsense. His cock was able to reach all their g-spots and even touching their womb.

He grabbed a nearby bottle and took a big gulp before slamming his lips against theirs. Both of their tongue intertwined as the brandy dripped down on and landing on them. They both swallowed the burning liquid and separated the kiss, "you're so good for me, good bunny" he kissed their neck, leaving dozens of marks.

His pace was getting messy but rougher and faster, he groaned and and grunted "cum for me got it?" he holds them in an embrace as he released inside of them and both riding their ecstasy.

"Gantz? GANTZ? WAKE UP!" he pulled out and untied them making sure to shook them, grabbing their shoulders.

they slowly opened their eyes, seeing Dante a bit worried "i-i'm sorry i pass out easily, especially if someone did that to me" they gave him a smile.

He picked them up and carried them "we should clean up" and they nodded, snuggling against his chest "thank you Rigs, and thanks for the talk" their voice slowly fades into mumblings as they started to get drowsy "keep that till next morning, bunny, we got to take care of the mess first" Gantz chuckled, "yeah we really should"

[shiro-0197]

AHH it's okay the important thing is that you got your rest!! I'm glad you're okay now tho xD

oh my gosh YES 😭💖 I'd love that. There's just something special about the ice cream there, I swear—

Yes it was very very nice. Gordon was as cute as ever, and it was nice just hanging out with my friends on the first day of the new year.

oh I'm not sure what the fashion ones are for (probably yes, to make people look hotter grrr) but I have a few sports ones because they help with my grip, like cycling and tennis. It protects the palms, I guess, haha.

No I understand. Your school probably has different branches in other cities. Mine doesn't but I know some that do, so don't worry I'm not confused 😝😝

ahhh I'm sorry xD we use the term freely here, kinda like what you call your best friend, but okay twins with an age gap, that's cute. You're right, you two are pretty similar, at least from what I've seen. I have Aaron, who's very similar to me, so I can understand how you regard Kuro haha. But yes, it's always nice to relate to someone and have them with you. I've said this tons of times, but you guys are truly lucky to have each other.

thank you :) I hope so too. It's just something I have to work on, I suppose. But I'm really good at hiding my emotions, to the point where my friends don't know what I feel at all (besides happiness), and that's pretty scary honestly, because I wish I could be more transparent about it. Oh off topic again, but yeah just wanted to put that out there xD

I'm sure she considers you a huge help to her, and it's plain to see that you love her very much, so I hope things get easier for her!!

oh please don't worry about that at all, I completely understand! When I said that, I hope it didn't come out as me asking or anything (it was never my intention 😣😣)— I just meant that I didn't even need to know, because I still think you're cute and attractive all the same :)) and I already have a rough idea from what you've told me, so don't worry about creating an artbreeder :P (tho I've seen a bunch of anime characters on artbreeder and they're so pretty. I might just use it myself to make Oikawa or the Miya twins on it 😭😭💖)

Oh I see that's so cool!! You're mixed too :)) and yeah, it'd be so nice meeting people from other cultures as well >.< It's a shame, but that's okay! I'm sure one day, you'll be able to travel wherever you want, and bring your mom along too :))

I hope so too !! Fingers crossed, it might be the start of a beautiful new friendship ;)

aw that sounds so cute!! I'm so envious of people who have dreams, I rarely have them and it's so nice to indulge in them when you're asleep, and remember them when you wake !! do you have dreams often? And ahhh good good !! Glad they didn't lie about it or anything smh -_- I'm happy you enjoyed it :) and that's okay I'm weird too, we'll be weird together 😚💖

Intelligence is hot— 😭. And I'll probably start rambling about the history of firecrackers because I'm a show-off too (did you know they originated from China? 😍)

😃🔫 It ended an hour and a half late. I was too tired to watch anything :(( but that's okay I'll watch it tonight!! I hope you're enjoying your day. I love you more.

—ɐuɐᴉɹɐ🙃

Ahhh so sorry for late response!! I had to go out and I left my phone because it was out of battery😭😭

Ohh, does it? I hope they have melon ice cream😝

Aww that makes me so happy??!? I hope your next hey year goes like this, too!! I'm glad you had a great time

Ohh, right, I forgot about those xD yeah, I guess it's slippery when your hands are sweaty so gloves are useful. I really have no knowledge in sports clothes😭😭

Alright alright, glad you know!! Tbh I really hoep I can visit his school as a graduate one day:D

We really are😩 it's really awesome to have someone who's like you. It's like you're talking to yourself, but people won't find you weird because you're actually talking to another person. Though their answers are actually unpredictable, but that's good😋 I'm really glad you have Aaron. He seem like a great lil guy^^

I see what you mean, to be honest I'm like that too when I really dont feel well. It's really nice that you're trying to change that for yourself! Dont worry about getting offtopic, I do so as well hehe

Me too!! I really hope so

No no no no dont worry, Kuro had the idea when he saw the trend. He knew I didnt like taking pics even though I'm not really insecure about myself, so he proposed making one so I can share. Because i want people to see that I'm pretty😡 snjrjwjdjsnfjw

About that, he likes to send me the ugliest pics from Artbreeder and says "this is you" because he thinks hes funny ( ok he is but 😭😭)

He sent me this bad boy saying it's me and to be honest I think I'm never going on that forsaken website ever

Btw good luck with making the guys!!! Tbh I barely know how to use it and usually I get pictures like ^that one so uh it's painful really xD

I sure will!! And I will kidnap Kuro and his mom and we will go to Norway and eat cheeseburgers👍 and meet you of course hehe

Well, I do have dreams! Pretty often too, though they're nothing much? Usually I'm just there, watering plants or eating fresh pastry (which hurts when I wake up because turns out I dont actually have any)

Exactly!! Also that's great to hear, so just two weirdos chilling😋

True true, if someone says something smart with a smart look on their face trust me I'm already in love and planning our marriage😭 heheh, let's be show offs together I guess💕💕 also, I'd say I didn't but i think i subconsciously knew (is that a thing ??) about that because of Kung Fu Panda 2 XD

Awhh😭😭 well, I hope you slept well and have the energy to watch it today!! I did enjoy my day, it was pretty cool, I got a spicy&juicy hot dog and a coffee (which was fake as hell and sucked ass) during my adventure 😝 I hope yours went fun as well! I missed you, love you lots💞💞💕

[eimik]

Sooo, I decided to try!

Even though I kinda suck at being consistent with something (which is one of the most important things when it comes to inktober/kinktober & other challenges, whoops). Last year I attempted the inktober challenge and failed like halfway through mostly due to the lack of time, but I kinda want to try this anyways, so we'll see how it goes.

I've read through several prompt lists and this is the one I find the most suitable for me, so I'll be using it.

I'd like to write short stories as I don't really feel like doing anything too time consuming (because I don't wanna fail again, lol), also I'm not very confident when it comes to writing in english as it's not my first language, so... I will try to write a double-drabble every day, because even though I want to keep it short, I felt like 100 words is just... too short xD

I've noticed that most people write about a different ship every day but, uh, I'm way too obsessed with my otp so... I'm gonna spam this fandom, ok. I'll be posting my stories on ao3 (if I actually figure out how it works as I never posted there) and will share them here I guess.

Maybe I'll make some extras, as there were a few prompts I really liked from other prompt lists as well, but we'll see how well that goes as that's also one of the reasons why I failed inktober last year (yea, if it's you first time doing inktober and you're not used to drawing every day, it's probably not a good idea to follow more prompt lists at once).

Okay, god, wish me luck.

[awkward-uwu]

Heart Of The Sea pt.4

Previous//Next

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Female reader x Woojin

Word count: 1.5k

Shopping took a good few hours, so it's about midday now. The first place you go is a small ice cream shop. Small tables with red and white umbrellas, and small chairs sit in front. There are a some couples and a few groups of friends at some of them. Woojin has you sit down on a bench nearby as he goes off and gets two cones of strawberry. The two of you sit on the bench, watching the cars and the people go by. Woojin can't help but smile watching your face light up as you taste the frozen sweet for the first time.

After you finish he takes you down the boardwalk along the beach side, pointing out birds, and waving to people he knows. At some point a person with a corgi walks by and Woojin stops them to pet the dog. You, having never seen a dog up close before, is terrified, “Aren't you gonna come pet it?” Woojin looks up at you.

You stand stiff and shake your head, “I- I've never-”

“You've never pet a dog before!?” he stands up shocked. He walks over to you and grabs your hands in his, “Here, don't worry, he won't hurt you,” he slowly leads you by the hand to the dog. You close one eye tightly as the dog sniffs your hand, it then begins to lick your hand and you suck in a breath. After a few seconds you realize it's actually kinda nice, for a furry thing, it's pretty cute! You smile sheepishly and relax before kneeling down and slowly begin petting its head, you then smile brighter as you notice how soft it is. The whole time Woojin watches how you're expressions change, and he loves every one of them.

You continue to walk, now stopping every person with a dog you see so you can pet it. After a few minutes of walking Woojin stops in front of a small shack like shop, “Oh hey, this is where Felix and Jisung work, we should say hi!” he grabs a hold of your arm and pulls you in. It doesn't have doors, just pillars in front with bright flowers and different fake sea creatures along them. There's soft music playing as a few customers look through the shelves.

“Oh, Woojin!” a young man in a tank top and colorful swim shorts runs up to the two of you, once he notices you he slows, “And company…” he says with a smirk, “Who's this?”

Woojin rolls his eyes, “This is Y/n. Y/n, meet, Jisung,”

“The pleasure is mine,” the young man reaches to shake your hand. As you do you hear another voice, “Hey, Jisung! Have you seen my- Oh Woojin!!” another young man in a t-shirt and swim shorts that are just as colorful as Jisung’s, runs up to the three of you. Once he notices you he stops, “Oh, and a girl!” he smiles brightly, you respond with a soft smile. Both boys are very energetic and happy, almost overwhelmingly so.

“So, Woojin,” Jisung speaks up, “Did you come in for anything specific? If I remember correctly, you're not much of a surfer.” he chuckles.

“Mostly to just have you meet Y/n, I've been showing her around town and thought we could stop by,”

Throughout the conversation Felix is staring at you, thinking really hard, like, really hard. “I've got it!!!” Felix shouts starting all of you, “You look like the mermaid! The one from the other day!”

Your heart stops.

Jisung looks over to you, “Oh hey, she does! But then again, all we could see was the mermaid’s back, so really anyone could look like her,” he chuckles.

Felix laughs, “Yeah, I'm sure there are a few girls out there who look like that,”

Woojin chuckles softly placing a hand on your shoulder, as if to comfort you, “You two sure have an imagination”

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in at Woojin's touch.

“Felix!” a voice calls from the back of the store, both boy's heads snap in the direction of it. “Ah, work, right…” Felix sighs, “We'll see you around, don't be strangers!” he waves and runs off to the back of the store, Jisung following soon after.

The two of you leave the store and walk along the boardwalk until the sun is about to set. After the conversation with Felix and Jisung, you've been a little tense and haven't been talking much, Woojin definitely notices this.

“Hey, is everything ok?” he taps you on the shoulder startling you slightly.

“Huh? What? Oh. Yeah. I'm fine…”

He knows you're not, and he's starting think he knows why. “Hey. Remember how I said there was something else I wanted to show you?”

“...Yeah…?”

“Well, it's a little ways away, so we should get going,” He opens up the car door and gestures for you to get in. You hadn't realized as you were worrying you had walked back to his car.

“oh, ok,” you respond softly as you get in.

He takes you about fifteen minutes out of the town, you stay quiet the whole way. You park at the top of what seems to be a cliff looking over the small town. He pulls out a blanket from the back and sets it a little ways in front of the car, “Well? Aren't you gonna come sit down?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you get out of the car and sit down next to him. The two of you sit in silence for quite a while, but for as stressed as you are, it's not uncomfortable, being next to him is actually almost, calming. He eventually speaks up, breaking the silence, “So, I can tell you're a little stressed… do you maybe wanna, talk about it?”

You sigh, “No, not really…”

“Oh…”

“Actually, just sitting here with you has made me feel better…”

“Oh,” he smiles softly, “I'll stop talking then,”

“Ah, no. You can keep talking, just, not about why I'm upset, it's complicated…”

“Ah, well, then let's talk about that,” he points forward and you follow his hand to where you see a bright pink and orange sunset.

You let out a small gasp, “It's beautiful…”

“Yeah, it is, isn't it,” he's only partially talking about the sky.

“I've never seen it from this high up before,” you sit more upright and look over to Woojin, who's staring at you with a soft smile, causing a light blush spread across your face

“You've never been this high up before?”

“Ah, well, no, not really… whenever we went somewhere we stayed in the lower areas, it kinda sucked honestly,” you laugh softly to yourself. He doesn't say anything, he simply nods and looks ahead to the sunset as he scoots ever so slightly closer to you.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before he pulls his phone out and turns some music on, “Here, I know you like this song,” it's the song that you started singing to the night before.

You smile and lay back onto the blanket, he lays back next to you, the two of you stay like this, listening to music for a while.

“I'm glad I found you all beat up the beach,”

“What?”

He sits up, “Wait, that sounded wrong…”

You giggle and sit up, “Ok, then what did you mean?”

“I just… I meant I'm glad I met you,” he looks over to you, “I'm glad that it was me who found you…” he looks off to the side, and you swear you could see a blush.

“I know it's only been a couple of days, but, I feel like I've known you longer than that, you know? I feel comfortable around you, like I could say or do anything, and you wouldn't care… I'm trying to say, I really like you.”

You want to say you feel the same way,but you don't what to say, so you  just stare blankly with wide eyes.

“I- uh- sorry…” he shifts uncomfortably.

He looks as if he's about to stand up, so you quickly reach over and cover his hand with your own, stopping him, “Don't be…” you give him a soft reassuring smile.

He relaxes as you pick up his hand in yours, “I'm happy it was you who found me too. I also feel incredibly comfortable around you, which is… unusual… I'm not one to trust easily, but with you, it's somehow different…”

His hand maneuvers to where his fingers are laced with your own, he locks eyes with you and smiles. You stare into each other's eyes for what feels like hours before he leans in and presses a soft kiss against your lips. You freeze for a split second before your eyes flutter shut and you kiss him back.

It's incredibly sweet, and his lips are sweeter. His smell surrounds you as your lips move slowly and almost effortlessly with his. Your open hand moves to his shoulder and his moves to your waist. His touch is soft and gentle, it's making your head spin. You part slowly leaving your faces mear inches apart.

A beautiful smile stretches across his face before his eye turn towards the sky, “The stars are waking up…”

Previous//Next

[the-firebird69]

Poor I yelled

Zues

They said yeh but meant uh oh, crapped thought I wonder what's inside. Plush rooms and free food. He yelled I his head shut up we say nah your gonna go for a ride we held it too he gmfell hard acted the ass the whole time.

So we did that pay dirt I don't wanna be annoying I can't help it... Kept saying it so we did that to him over and over had him watch his areas empty. Kept whining and whining. Then we said this you know your going to die cuz your whining he refused to stop. We thought it odd woke him up released him he walked around saying someone did a number on me went to his houses found nobody but blood is on the run.

Ran to herre was turned around by cops we said your whining again. You saw what you did. Then he cries you ppl are for real.

What we hear is if we are going to do this we are going to be annoying.

So he goes around saying he's a loser ppl ignore him. He parties and more. We let him.

He fell asleep woke in the dark we hooked him in. No knowledge of it. We saw him try to mess w you.

We used him up too marched him all over heard his thoughts gotta get this tech. He fell asleep awoke furious in the dark we showed him our facility bustling with life huge machines ppl are worked on with outfitted and March around after exposing our stuff. No only thiers.

Then he fell asleep woke up as Harrison Ford in Quinton tarontinos film the jerk.

We got all that. See see trump says

See out your window see see. Loser and fat slob, I mean your a joke...

What Trump and you do demand you don't know, consternates your whole system, f ups really miscreant low life losers who porked thier own, kikes if you will... Jumped into the fire.

We saw Ford die looking right at his first motor car. Stated at it. It meant something but what you were in it didn't know sat in yiur oldest furniture we took didn't know yelled up a storm died as a result, didn't know, it struck him, be quiet we hunt you mankind flesh. He said it again we don't care shut him off. He whispers this. If you ever do it again I'll kill you all.... Says he'll have him do it he says I out you there you oaf. He laughs funny guy no really we were silent.

We toyed w him and said what do want for your bitch act we aren't your servants or employees we are a lethal enemy.

He smiles in his brain thinks I got them we showed what he was and where, a connected brain.

He screams inside. Flops around in his mind.

Then we asked again well we aren't him it's well over the top As you say

He carresses himself. We say nah, he says we are just bitchy ok

Then he says this the kid runs it he hated it made errors we saw in judgement and decisions. And he refuted it heard you I'm a prisoner here... Laughs got it backwards.

He says it's much worse than that,

He says we'll it's like this he can't beat us and is. Then we showed him why then the answer comes out no need to stop we lost

Cork does that

Bg ruined it.

Yimmer Yammer to hit you very simple pre empting a military technique

He fell for it tell the kids he's dead. Woke up crying I need rest and food. He ate one. We barfed we tell them. He was eaten alive.

We figured out he wants the reaction, and we found it. Stone cold fear.... And knowledge on how to act. He did the act almost perfectly, they smelled his breath you forgot, one thing, they started in on him.

Then Thor said you should listen to what we tell you, so we did heard tons of threats. How does it feel being surrounded by your kind sentanced to death... As they are animals and can't think straight.

He barfs come on expect me to tell yiu

He does says it with his eyes like Mike does every single morning.

He failed. Does due to it. Our system is not a system his is superior but would he know...

Truth is I want you to see it

You think he screams like a baby in horror not terror

That's true. He doesn't like it. Cries and begs for mercy lk an animal. Pisses and knows.

We woke him asked him how was it saved your brain again. He choked they hated me had no chance thought it was over felt aweful.

Then he thinks this awefully rude what your doing but he deserves it. And... Oh my God I died and on and on. We place him back brain in.

He decifers it he says can tell. Same scenario, beat up he saw brains oh no his fell dead. Hid. As he did last time tried dying no.

They pushed tugged pulled nothing let him lie there he grabbed a rock said it low you stay away from. Me. Snarked they hooted he knows it's bad tried to hit one more hooting. Ran round and round hooting, then they caught him covered his mouth said no more smashed his head, he died thinking if only we were more cautious,

He meant played it right. It fails he thought better dead then. We revived him. Re assembled his brain for the Intel.

We heard him think, how do I get out of it

And this is it pissed crapped. Tons of stuff they made you do.

And we found a sport dirt bikes

He was thinking the whole time we aren't primates someone says it who

Then him so he threatens you. We juiced jhim

He let go again juiced let's go for hours then he died

Only one thing shuts them up

What does he think if his own kinds treatment, it sucks they hate each other

Same thing we found, easy to kill w his gmformula. He saw it before. Learning how greedy you were

It's easier

Thor

[thatrandomartistjavi]

Ok wait, update!! I finally watched the Pre-Broadway version of it and uh it's a mess. Mind you I only saw the Toronto, not the Seattle version so this is gonna be me judging that version.

1. Babkak, Omar, and Kassim being the narrators instead of Genie. Look I love BOK but the fact of the matter is that they're not really the types to be narrators. So I'm glad they changed that aspect for Genie to be the narrator once they got to Broadway which makes more sense for him since he's the all-powerful being that's most well known to break the fourth wall and in the original treatment, a genie was supposed to be our narrator. Not our Genie, but a genie nonetheless.

2. Arabian nights made me very depressed. It just ain't the same without Genie 😔

3. The transitions. They're so baaaaaad. They just seem kinda ,,,,,, unfinished if that makes sense??? And those are just the instrumental transitions. In the og treatment for Aladdin, Arabian Nights had reprises where our narrator would tell us what's gonna happen and they have that in this version of the musical. And they suck! They feel very forced and they're also very annoying. I was talking to a friend of mine, @ff2-da-derp , while watching it and we both agreed that we did not like them. It just seems like they're treating us like babies who won't understand the scene unless someone gives us a recounting of it. If I took out the reprises, I would still be able to understand what would happen in the scene. They split two scenes in half so they can go from one scene, pause it, go to the other scene, then go to the other scene to finish it, and then go back to the other OTHER scene to finish that one. The scenes the they split up btw are the scene where Jafar tells Jas that Al is dead and the scene where Genie and Al are talking about wishes outside of the Cave of Wonders. This is the only scene where Genie is I don't like because of the switching from one scene to another that are talking about two different things gives you MASSIVE whiplash.

4. The pacing of Act 1 is very weird. The only good pacing in it is the Genie scenes. Act 2 was good tho. Idk why Act 1's pacing felt so weird tho 😕.

5. Fourth wall jokes. Now these do not include Genie's fourth wall jokes. Those are fine, my problem is how much BOK make fourth wall jokes. They're pretty annoying. I mean it's not like they don't do fourth wall jokes in the final Broadway version. When Al explains to Babkak that people would pay them for giving them such good entertainment, Babkak says, "I don't know Al. People paying to see other people sing and dance. Who does that?" That's obviously a fourth wall joke since they're characters from a Broadway musical, things people pay to see other people sing and dance. The difference between that joke and the jokes made in this version is that that joke still feels like something a real person would say. A lot of the fourth wall jokes here don't seem like what a real person would say and feel like they're just forced in. There's one scene where Al is about to go tell Jasmine the truth and he goes check on the others and Kassim is like "Don't worry, go. We'll take care of the transition music." Not only does that take you out of the musical but it also feels like the writer didn't know how to transition to the transition music so he just put that.

6. Call Me a Princess. Alan Menken actually admits that he was trying to force this song into the musical just because it was one of the songs Howard worked on and it shows. In the musical they reused it as Jasmine pretending to be a brat to scare her suitors away which is cool in concept until you realize the audience only gets a few seconds to get to see the real Jasmine before she puts on the bratty princess act so it confuses once we get to spend the entirety of the musical with real Jasmine when we spent an ENTIRE SONG getting to know bratty Princess Jasmine. Tho everytime I sing it I feel powerful so it gets pass. By just barely tho.

7. Babkak, Omar, Aladdin, Kassim. I really don't like this version of this song. It's not really that fun. It definitely feels more of a performance but that's not really what is likeable about it. It's the sense of community that you feel whenever everyone starts dancing with BOAK and how like in sync BOAK are in this song. This version doesn't have any of that which makes it kinda boring to watch. The only positive I will give it is that at some point Kassim kisses Omar on the cheek which I thought was cute.

8. Somebody's Got Your Back reprise. Here's a positive, this is a very good reprise!!! Genie sings in it how the reason why he's free is because somebody got his back and the world should prepare for the now free genie of the lamp. It's very cute, and it's great seeing Genie be happy. I can see why they cut it tho. At the end of the song he leaves, giving the impression that this will be the last time we see him in the show but then he comes out of nowhere to sing his part in A Whole New World in the Finale. So yeah it's better for him to stay and then leave once our attention is on the dancers in the finale so him coming to sing A Whole New World doesn't feel weird and out of nowhere. It also kinda makes me sad that Genie didn't get to see his son get his happily ever after. Pour one out for the bois 🍷

9. Characterization. Now I'm very neutral towards most of the main casts characterization here. The sultan seems to be the same. Jasmine is practically the same but just a tiny bit ruder. Jafar and Iago seem to be gayer in this version. In all seriousness tho, Jafar is definitely the angrier of the two while Iago is sweeter here which is very weird for him. BOK kinda stayed consistent???? Omar is the one whose characterization stayed mostly in tack, he's a bit sweeter in this than he already was which isn't bad at all. Babkak seems to be the same he's just making more food jokes in this and his friends are getting sick of it. Kassim is the one out of the three that is different. I mean he's still stubborn as hell but in this version he's actually scolding Aladdin for stealing and is being meaner than usual. Ngl I prefer the final version of him where he actually encourages them to steal since it's all they knew. He's kinda like Lance from Tangled. Genie was the best in terms of characterization. He's basically the same as his final version.

10. Aladdin. Yes Aladdin gets his own section cause they butchered THE HELL out of him. Now at first I didn't know why I didn't like this version of Aladdin and then it struck me. This Aladdin doesn't really seem to have his signature heart of gold that made him the diamond in the rough. Seriously, it's very hard for me to believe how this version of Al became the diamond in the rough and even harder for me to believe that Jasmine would fall in love with him. Like this guy is INCREDIBLY pushy when he first meets Jasmine. Like in the Broadway version he is like that a little. But the first time Al makes any remarks about being romantically interested and Jas says she doesn't feel the same, he stops. He slips a few times but he corrects himself because he doesn't wanna make her uncomfortable and Jas actually likes spending time with him. This version tho just keeps making romantic remarks toward her even tho she clearly stated she's not interested in him. Like dude when a girl tells you she's not interested in your romantic pursuits, maybe stop?? Like she legit told you she's not playing hard to get, she's playing impossible to get. Get the memo dude. Final version of Aladdin drinks respect woman juice every day while this Al barely takes a sip of it. He's incredibly cynical too. I know he's not the most optimistic character in this franchise but this Aladdin is basically just I hate everything. Al has atleast some positivity and hope. Also it doesn't seem like he's trying to make his mom proud which is supposed to be one of his main motivators. Like dude what are you doing???? This version is incredibly dislikable and I think that's the reason why it's so difficult to watch this. In Act 2, he's actually likeable. Idk what happened but something happened. They get to the part where Al reveals he has a magic carpet to Jas and in that moment I realised that I really missed dorky Aladdin. It just makes me sad cause Aladdin is my 2nd favorite character so he's very dear to me.

And that's kinda all I have to say. Very sorry this is really long, I'm just very passionate about it. So to answer your question, Broadway is superior. Sorry but it's the truth 💅. Also about the second question, my official favorite song is now Prince Ali.

@magigorical

🎭 🎤 (btw hi I see your Aladdin content in the tag and I appreciate seeing someone who's also rlly into Aladdin! I'm more into the movie but the musical is rlly good too)

🎭- Do you prefer the Pre-Broadway show or the Broadway show?

Ngl to you chief, I haven't actually watched the pre-Broadway show. I've only really watched one thing from it and that's the "Call Me a Princess" musical number. I've seen like two whole thoughts about it and they were like "Pre-Broadway is a hot mess" and "Pre-Broadway is better than Broadway" with no reasons why. So by default, I'm gonna say I prefer the Broadway show.

🎤- Favorite song?

Between Babkak, Omar, Aladdin, Kassim and Prince Ali

(Thank you! I'm glad someone enjoys seeing my content!)

[bisexualtimothylawrence]

Ok blue, just because you asked so nicely, we'll send the character meme ask you're looking for: Harry!!! (While you're at it, how about HR, too?) (Also, to clarify, we're not complaining. It made me grin after reading that meme and thinking "Harry, of course, obvs, definitely, one and only, are there other characters on that show? Ok Cisco yes" - and then to scroll down to see the post abt your bro-in-law) ;) So change that verb to "who" and tell us a meme thing!

So first of all I'd like to thank Tumblr's mobile app for royally *sucking* at telling me I have asks~ Second, I wish to thank Tumblr's mobile app for being a royal pain in the ass when iT COMES TO FORMATTING REPLIES.

Anywho! Not sure what verb I should be changing but on to the answers.

For Harry!

•My NOTP for them: Sn/o/wells. (I just. Don't like them as a pairing at all. Sorry!)

•My BROTP for them: Cisco! Snarkiest of bros. :,)

•My OTP for them: Come now, Nonnykin. I'm clearly Barrison trash. :U

•My second choice pairing for them: Tough one, to be honest. I am a fan of Harrisco, though I don't write it. But I'm gonna go the completely self-indulgent route and say Earth-2 Tess Morgan. Just because it's the other pairing I write a lot of with him.

•My fluffy pairing for them: Hum hum... probably Barrison? I like writing it to be a bit silly at times. *However* comma...

•My angsty pairing for them: Also Barrison, though really any of my three main ships for him have so much angst and anguish potential. I live on angst and complex feelings you know.

•My favorite poly ship for them: Do I HAVE to pick just one? Look. I love Bharrisco. I love Iris/Barry/Harry. I idly ponder the possibilities of one giant Team Flash polycule. I have even written a threesome involving his Earth-1 doppelgänger. Polyships. *^*

•My weirdest pairing for them: ::gestures at the doppelcest. GESTURES WILDLY AT THE DOPPELCEST.:: (You best believe I ship Harry/HR as far as canon possibilities go. And you best believe I will one day figure out how to write a Wells-cubed ship.) Honourable mention goes to Harry/Cat Grant tho. We may have been deprived of glorious canon interaction but can you imagine the snark and sassery and neither of them putting up with each other's shit? Uh huh. You know you want it now.

And for HR, since you asked so nicely~ (Fair warning: whilst he is my precious cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure... I am not nearly as obsessed as I am with Harry. So. This will be difficult.)

•My NOTP for them: ...I... don't think I have one, to be honest? He's too cute and fluffy and adorable; I want him to receive ALL THE LOVE. The closest is probably Barry, though? Not that I would recoil on sight or not read such a fic, but I have a hard time picturing it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

•My BROTP for them: Jesse, probably. Just. Picture him being the best/weirdest 'uncle' a girl could have. The shenanigans they could get up to, to Harry's massive consternation. Imagine it. Imaaaagiiiine.

•My OTP for them: Augh I don't know! So many excellent choices. ::scrubs face:: Ok if we assume Wally is 18 or older - which, college student and not explicitly stated to be young for one, so I'm assuming yes - I am totally down for this. Otherwise see below.

•My second choice pairing for them: Cisco. (Come on, the whole, "If you ever disappear like that again..." thing. Hello. Be still my shippy heart.)

•My fluffy pairing for them:Don't... specifically have one, tbh? Sorry. Like none of the potential pairings scream FLUFF, you feel me? (Except perhaps HR&Jesse being bros on an eternal quest to give Harry high blood pressure.)

•My angsty pairing for them: HR/Randolf Morgan. Oh, that is RIFE with angst potential, my friend.

•My favorite poly ship for them: ...Yes. Next question!

•My weirdest pairing for them: Ahahaha... probably Harry. Doppelcest is pretty weird I suppose. But I have a thing for pairings involving adorable rays of sunshine and grumpy jerks, so. You know. (I really wanted to see Harry actually develop some respect for HR...) And if that doesn't count as weird, then here: HR/Coffee otp 4 lyfe. (Ok ok slight joke but come on that man does love his coffee...)