#the way she looks at him hahahahahah

[jamesfrain]

Natalie Dormer and James Frain as Queen Anne Boleyn and Thomas Cromwell The Tudors (2007-2010) | Season two, episode nine

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙finally | LN4 ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: lando norris x y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, friends to lovers

warnings: fluff only lol btw TW luisa pics for tht one anon im soo sry im so sry

summary: in which no one believes that you and your boyfriend are actually dating despite both your efforts to hard launch

a/n: took me ages to start this but i couldn't stop thinking about this storyline gahahaaa

request!!!: hiiiiii!!! i wanted to request a lando social media thingy?? where you're childhood friends to lovers and want to soft launch but nobody notices because you're always affectionate or sumn like that🥺

fc: various brunette girls from pinterest

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oscarpiastri soft launching?

yourusername 😊

landonorris 😘

yourusername 🧡

user4 omg u got a man!!

user5 OMGG WHO!!

user6 spill the beansss

user7 wonder what lando thinks about this

landonorris

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landonorris ⛳️

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carlossainz55 i'll win next time 🥇

landonorris keep dreaming

yourusername aww look at us

landonorris 😘💋

user8 does he have a gf

user9 urm not that we know of

user10 who is the gf??

user11 idk but i'd be annoyed at that pic of y/n & lando

user12 love carlando golfing together still

oscarpiastri lol

landonorris i thought it was obvious

yourusername 😭😭

user13 ???

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yourusername me & my bracelets & my lando

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landonorris why would you post that picture of me

yourusername funny

user14 LOL i love them

user15 are they dating??

user16 no way. they're childhood best friends

user17 he's down baddd

user18 i would hate to be dating either of them they're soo close to each other

user19 the bracelets awww she's such a sweet girl

oscarpiastri 💀

yourusername stop it you

landonorris hahahaha

user20 what is thisss

messages ->

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yourusername 🩷

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landonorris 😀😀😀

user24 wait?

user25 are they dating

user26 surely not

user27 omg they're sooo cute together

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user28 something is going on here

user29 🐟🐟🐟

user30 wait was lando's tweet serious

user31 idk i think they're just close bffs??

oscarpiastri so close yet so far

yourusername 😰😰😰

landonorris 😤😤😤

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oscarpiastri hahahahahah ur trying soo hard

landonorris im hard hard launching.

user32 hmmmm

user33 keep dreaming

user34 okay im convinced

user35 are you actually dating

landonorris YES WE ARE

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oscarpiastri is it working yet

yourusername will keep u updated

landonorris pls god let it work

user36 ok im starting to believe

user37 omg they're dating

user38 wait have they been trying to hard launch this whole time & no one believed them..?

user39 OMG THEY'RE IN LOVE

user40 landoy/n nation rise

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yourusername THIS IS MY BOYFRIEND (real) (not a prank) (i literally love him guys)

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danielricciardo finally

landonorris finally? not like we've been rubbing it in everyone's faces and no one believed us

user41 he's so sick of it hahaha

user42 most sincere apologies to the happy couple for doubting them

user43 i can't believe they're actually dating

user44 IT'S REAL???

user45 y/n is lando mad at us

yourusername very much so but he'll get over it dont worry

landonorris not sure i will actually

user46 please forgive us lando

user47 WE'RE SORRY LANDO

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oscarpiastri and you guys got there in the end!

yourusername thanks for bullying us the whole time

landonorris btw i have loved you for so long and will continue to love you for even longer

THE END 🧡

[just-some-random-blogger]

Okay so here’s my request for a blurb…💕

Think of that one scene where Tormund is talking to the hound about Brienne but instead of Brienne it’s the reader (fem Y/N). The readers a hard woman and hasn’t given in to Tormund because she’s secretly with Sandor.

So basically the hound being jealous that tormund is into his woman.

Preferably NSFW if it’s too long to get to NSFW no worries.

⭐️( PS: i love your writing for the hound, barely anyone else gets it right!)

Save Me A Bowl

"A pretty thing for a pretty thing," Tormund says, holding up a small flower, not yet bloomed. I raise my brows at the white bud, "do I look like a thing to you?"

Sandor Clegane x Reader x Tormund Giantsbane | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, jealousy, whipped!Tormund, fluff?, casually implied sex, typos, etc.

A/N: UR NOT ABOUT TO CATCH ME SLIPPIN ON MY POST STREAK. Once I post this, I'd have finished all my requests which is such a slay for this girl 🥹🫶. It has been quite a while since I got this req tho, so I hope you enjoy it nonnie 🫶 also.... I haven't actually reached this part of GoT yet HAHAHAHAHAH it's fine tho I think I know enough to write it lmao

Sandor was not very affectionate, at least not in the noticeable kind. In truth, neither was I, though I suppose it's because you don't really have the time to think about such things when there was a war at hand.

However, I would say I didn't shy from checking on him, nor from asking him to accompany me. I definitely didn't shy from going out of my way to sit next to him, nor from leaning into him when it got too cold. The same could be said about him, I think.

In my opinion, my relationship with Sandor was rather obvious, though we never spoke about it, especially on the multiple accounts I've announced I'd be heading back to my tent and have the Hound immediately follow after me. If anything, I thought it was at least crystal clear what we were up to after the fact.

This was why I turned to Brienne when Tormund began harking nonsense. She and I had been huddled by the fire, finishing a bowl of soup when he came around.

"Is he trying to seduce you?"

"Don't look at me," says Brienne in between spoonfuls, "I am not the one he directs such gaudy poetry to."

I raise my brows as I turn back to Tormund who immediately smiles at me. I find myself sparing a smile back just to get his oration over with.

Ever since then, Tormund went out of his way to tire my ear with the sound of his voice, telling me tall tales of his life and his people. To be honest, I didn't mind it. In fact, I was partially entertained by some of his stories.

Showy as he was, he was harmless for the most part, and so I just let him do what he wanted. Eventually, his yapping would earn him a bowl to head and a threat to shut his trap. It worked out for me the men had much less patience for him than I did.

Little did I know, Sandor just about lost his patience with him.

I have to stop eating so I can get a laugh out of my system. The orange haired man laughs with me and concludes his story. He sighs, "you're the only fun one on this side of the fucking wall."

I shake my head and continue eating my food, "you mistake my tolerance of you as solidarity with your humor."

"Yet you laugh," Tormund raises a thick brow.

I shrug and swallow a mouthful before replying, "because you are fool."

"Fool enough to make you laugh," he says, standing from his seat beside me. He seems to look for something in his pocket.

I barely spare him a glance as he tells me, he's forgotten something, "I'll be right back."

Just as he runs off, I see Sandor and smile at him. He seems not to notice me and sits in a spot across from me. I immediately stand and come up next to him. I sit next to him, "took you a while."

Sandor ignores me.

I nudge him when he does not respond.

He side eyes me then begins to eat.

I raise a brow at his ignorance, "has something happened?"

He grunts then snaps, "why don't you ask that ginger fuck."

I frown.

"You seem keen of his company," Sandor glare, "you even laugh at his rancid jokes."

I furrow my brows.

Just then, Tormund comes back. He looks for me a moment, then beams when he spots me.

He runs up to me and Sandor; I feel Sandor stiffen against me.

"A pretty thing for a pretty thing," Tormund says, holding up a small flower, not yet bloomed.

I raise my brows at the white bud, "do I look like a thing to you?"

"The prettiest thing in the south," Tormund grins.

I release a breath.

I look over my shoulder and realize Sandor has stopped eating in lieu of glaring at Tormund. I'm about to speak, but I'm beaten to the chase.

"Fuck off, filthy minge," Sandor growls.

Tormund turns to him. His upper lip curls, "I wasn't speaking to you, smelly mutt."

Sandor stands and the two impose upon each other.

I immediately set my bowl down and step between them. I push them both on their chests, but neither budge. I hiss, "enough."

"You heard the woman," Tormund says, "get lost."

"I-"

"She was talking about you, you yapping fuck," Sandor snarls.

Before they can jump at each other's throats, I step back and yell, "ENOUGH, I SAID."

Sandor and Tormund stare at me.

"It's been a long day," I snap, "I'm not in the mood to soothe two whining bitches."

Tormund nods, "right!"

I narrow my eyes, "Tormund-"

"Yes?" he immediately retorts.

"- fuck off."

He opens his mouth but is too taken aback to say anything.

"You've been too busy picking flowers to notice that I'm with Sandor."

Tormund stares at me blankly.

"He's the one warming my tent."

He is aghast.

Sandor's face is blank, but he seems otherwise pleased as he sits back down and continues to eat.

The ginger steps forward and reaches out, "but I-"

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself," Sandor stands again, "if you know what's good for you."

Tormund glares at Sandor.

I sigh, "I told you you were a fool."

Tormund deflates. He walks off silently.

Sandor pulls me by the arm as he sits, sitting me down next to me, "good fucking riddance. Finally some quiet."

I roll my eyes at him, "you know," I pull my arm away, "this wouldn't have happened if I-"

"Fucked you harder?" he says in between chewing, "aye. I know better now."

[kindestofkings]

what came first, the chicken or the dickhead? [3/3]

[smau]

f1driver!reader x lando norris

authors note: book a dentist app guys this shit is sweet !

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yourusername 😭 🥺 guys I, I, I just won at my home race with my best friend alongside me. those two kids dreamed of days like these. lan you next 💓

to the tifosi for your unyielding support, to scuderiaferrari for helping me achieve things like this, and to charlie the best teammate a girl could ask for <3

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landonorris so proud of you luv but PLEASE let me win soon, we dont need another max situation

yourusername lando tries to be sentimental challenge: FAILED f1fan hahahaha mate please grow up and make a move !

danielricciardo incredible stuff mate! landonorris you were so cute, what happened?

landonorris ha ha ha 😑

​​taylorswift you are killing it girl !! I see you're stateside later this year maybe you could join us at the era's tour?

yourusername 😀😀😀 I need someone to confirm this is real, landooooooooo landonorris its real so please stop hyperventilating in you drivers room alex_albon do you forget you have millions of followers and a mega superstar yourself?? yourusername and what she's TAYLOR SWIFT. she writes works of art like folklore and i drive in circles. alex_albon AT A VERY INSANE SPEED learn your worth please ynfan1 you did so well with him lilymhe

maxfewtrell you know what they say couples who win together stay together !

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ynfan2 max you are not quick enough for me I saw that 👀👀

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taylorswiftupdates after a long time of online interactions the f1 ferrari driver yourusername was at tonights show!! it appears the driver was joined with fellow drivers lando norris,charles leclerc and daniel ricciardo.

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ynfan1 can you imagine your favourite singer of all time making that face at you 🥺

ynfan2 and she got one of tonights secret song dedicated to her aswell!!

ynfan3 no way really!! what was it ynfan2 it was randomly Crazier, the song taylor sang in the hannah montana film 😂

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landonorris hope you enjoyed your birthday cause you're never receiving another birthday present again. why WHY is your favourite taylor swift song so obscure??

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yourusername you are the best of the best of the best of the BEST

​​taylorswift you guys are the most adorable 🥺

charles_leclerc cause shes a country girl at heart come you know this 😂

yourusername ahem country girls shake it for me 🤠

ynlando4ever GUYS HE GOT TAYLOR TO SING HER FAVOURITE SONG THEY ARE IN LOVE!!!!

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eras tour READY

I lied nothing could've prepared me for this ....

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taylorswift so glad you could come and enjoy 💓💓 that boy of yours is such a cutie.. yourusername he's a keeper for sure! hate keeping it all so secretive but like someone amazing once sang romance is not dead if you keep it just yours 😂 ❤️

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yourusername I dont do tiktok but I love the its all too much for little lando norris cause he falls asleep during my taylor swift rants 😤

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landonorris EHHHHH DONT THINK YOU MEANT THAT LAST ONE RIGHT BABE?

ynfan1 BABE?? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMENTS yourusername oh fuck lan landonorris HA and you said it be me who would out us ynfan2 US? theres an us??

yncharlesshipper what happened to charlie??

ynlando4ever VICTORY

danielricciardo hahahahahah wait why does norizz look kinda ??

landonorris you can say it 😏😏

yourusername OKAY Y'ALL CAUGHT ME WE'RE NOT JUST FRIENDS! SHOOT ME LOOK AT HIM!!!

landonorris LOOK AT YOUUUUU ynfan1 k im obsessed with them even more now

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landonorris since she messed up I can FINALLY show off how I got the girl 2 years ago 😎

happy to announce i'm accepting apologises for all those norizz comments cause LOOK at who's my girl

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yourusername thats right baby your girl !!

maxfewtrell FINALLY

danielricciardo agreed, and you're never hearing anything from me norizz alex_albon still in shock carlossainz55 can relax now, yn is scary

charles_leclerc we got there eventually! looking forward to not being shipped with you now yourusername 😂😂

yourusername I don't know what you're talking about I'm a catch!

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yourusername car failures are a teams worse nightmare and unfortunately my hard truth for today's race in Singapore 💔 being ruled out during the formation lap is something I hope to never experience again, so sorry for disappointing everyone and the team!

ON ANOTHER NOTE its time for a hardlaunch cause LOOK WHO JUST GOT HIS FIRST WIN! congrats bro 😎 👍❤️‍🔥 💖

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scuderiaferrari could never disappointment, we win as a team and lose as a team!

yourusername you guys xx ynfan1 the teams support never fails to make me emosh, all you that deserve!!

f1fan still a slay in my eyes!

landonorris the use of bro here is conflicting to all the pride driven kisses i've been getting 🤔🤔

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f1fanupdates gasly is once again providing all the drama for the viewers! after another dnf the alphatauri driver made a jab at mclaren's first driver, lando norris...

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f1fan1 why have one feud with a driver when you can have 2!! right pierre?

ynfan2 man is just realising he can't blame yn anymore so he's picking on lando

ynfan3 do you think its all related? like continuous beef that all links back to her?

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landonorris the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake

japan its been real!

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pierregasly imagine being this cocky all while being overshadowed by your rookie teammate

landonorris imagine ruining your own career because a girl told you she didn't want to go out with you pierregasly if shes going out with the likes of you, think I dodged a bullet landonorris do you or do you not have a girlfriend rn? yourusername enough of this. pierre you are a broken record stfu and focus on your driving

ynfan1 OH MY GOD its all clicking, all this mess cause of a bruised ego...

ynfan2 men being men ugh

yourusername tay tay 🥺🥺 in your caption 🥺 love you

landonorris and the edit! i want all the brownie points baby 😏

danielricciardo MY EX-MAN BROUGHT HIS NEW GIRLFRIEND SHE'S LIKE

yourusername "OH MY GOD," BUT I'M JUST GONNA SHAKE IT charles_leclerc AND TO THE FELLA OVER THERE WITH THE HELLA GOOD HAIR maxverstappen1 WON'T YOU COME ON OVER, BABY? WE CAN SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE landonorris wow wdc winner with the taylor swift lyrics in my comments??

ynfan1 OH MY GOD its all clicking, all this mess cause of a bruised ego...

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my man my man my man 💓

landonorris where gasly wishes he could be 👀 landonorris love love love you

AHH I hope this was worth the wait guys!! the beef is so squashed in but I was consumed be the full by then lol

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weirdly couldnt tag everyone sorry !!

[atinylittlepain]

SAWEEET BABY JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH! THE DBF!JOEL WEILURHWLEIRHWEIRWE! That was incredible! Could we have oneshot of the lead up to them fucking in Joel's truck? 👀👀👀👀😍😍😍😍😍

hahahahahah wooh! i'm glad you asked - here is the ooey gooey middle of the Ride It oreo cookie, enjoy :)

Let's Take a Ride

No-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

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warnings | 18+ smutty language, dbf!Joel, age gap

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“Aren’t you cold, honey?” Truthfully, she is, barefoot in the gravel of the highway shoulder, her heels tossed into the backseat a while ago, in nothing but the short dress she had gone out in. But Joel’s gaze is warming her up just fine.

“I’m ok, Joel. Thank you for coming to get me.” He sighs, stepping closer to inspect the flat on her back tire, letting out a low whistle as he kneels down to take a closer look.

“More than a flat tire. The whole rim is busted. Just how fast were you going?” She flushes hard under his pointed look. So maybe she had been speeding when she accidentally hit a curb. But mistakes happen, right?

“Um, I don’t know?” He huffs, getting up from his kneeling position with a groan and wiping his hands off on his jeans. He cocks his head at her, crossing his broad arms over his chest. She swallows hard at the flex of his biceps.

“You been drinking tonight, honey?” When all she offers him in response is an anxious smile, he clicks his tongue, shaking his head.

“I’m not drunk. I had a drink with some friends. It’s not like that’s a crime. I am of age, y’know.”

“Oh, believe me, I know.” Her brow furrows at his sighed out words. What’s that supposed to mean?

“Are you telling me you got all dressed up like that just for some friends, honey?” That question shocks her silent, and he chuckles at her slack expression, stepping closer until she can feel the heat radiating off him. He lets a single finger skate along the neckline of her dress before hooking it under one of the straps, tugging her in until she’s pressing her palms against his solid chest to stop herself from stumbling.

“Tell me this, honey. Why’d you call me, of all people, to come help you?” She can smell lingering whiskey on his breath. He’s been around her dad’s house enough times for her to know he likes a nightcap, a little hit of warmth to end the day. That mixed with the scent of him - cedar and sweat, and smoke from the cigarette habit he swears he’s trying to break - is sending her mind into a haze, and she’s finding it hard to answer his question.

“Because, um– because you– um–” He chuckles again, cutting off her mumbling with a wicked crook of a grin on his face.

“It’s alright, honey. You can just say it, huh? I know what you want.” Is this really happening?

“You– you do?” He nods, bringing his other hand to tilt her chin up, keeping her gaze on his.

“You think I haven’t noticed? Can practically feel you burning a hole through my back with the way you look at me, honey. What a sweet little thing like you wants with an old man like me is beyond me.” The finger he kept hooked in the strap of her dress is running the arc of it, back and forth, back and forth, the graze of his skin against hers making her shiver.

“You’re not that old.” That makes him laugh, his eyes crinkling up and his smile broadening at her.

“Don’t think I’m too old for you?” Albeit hesitantly, she shakes her head no.

“Think you can handle me, honey? Bet I ride a little different than them college boys of yours.” Her stomach twists at the implication of his words, and she thinks she’d melt on the spot if he wasn’t still firmly holding her chin in place.

“I can handle it.” She tries to sound as confident as possible, but her voice still ends up coming out a bit meek, almost a whine. Joel just grins, dipping his head down to nose along her cheek, his lips finding the shell of her ear. The low drawl of his words goes straight through her, pooling heat in her core.

“We’ll see about that, honey. Why don’t you be a dear and open that car door for me. We’re gonna take a little ride together.”

[whereslynx]

Hey love could u do one where it takes place at the santo party where Rubi is rapping and when he says “I didn’t wanna come tonight but spooky made me come” and everyone starts ooooing could u have the reader be like mmhh he makes me cum too and she’s just drunk and he does that lil smirk of his 😩

a/n: HAHAHAHAHAH SURREEEEE. had to leave out the breaking of the truce part for the sake of reader and spooky’s moments🤭

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The Santos backyard was packed with people, the dim glow of string lights casting a warm, hazy atmosphere over the party. The music was loud, rattling through the speakers that were set up near the patio, and the mix of laughter, chatter, and shouting filled the air. The grill had long since been abandoned, now just a pile of cold charcoal, but the drinks kept flowing, and the energy of the night was still high.

You leaned back against the fence, sipping on a half-full cup of whatever beer was left in the cooler, feeling the alcohol buzzing pleasantly in your system. The backyard had become a familiar scene for you, ever since you started coming to these Santos parties with Oscar—better known to the world as Spooky. As his girl, you fit in with the crew, earning your place among them with the same loyalty and respect that he demanded from everyone else.

Ruby, always the life of the party, had set himself up in the center of the yard, rapping loud enough to get a crowd of hyped Santos around him, cheering him on. He was in rare form tonight, spitting bars and dropping jokes, making everyone double over in laughter. You’d been keeping an eye on him while chilling near the back with your drink, watching the way the group circled around him, hanging on to his every word. Spooky and you had known Mario for quite some time, and when Spooky respected someone, you respected them too. So, you tended to make sure to make sure Ruby was okay.

“Man, I didn’t even wanna come tonight,” Ruby slurred, his voice dripping with playful theatrics as he paused, a sly grin forming. “But Spooky made me come!”

The crowd lost it, howling with laughter and nudging each other. You glanced over at Oscar, who was leaning against the edge of the patio, his back to the house, arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. He hadn’t been paying much attention, but the second Ruby dropped his name, you saw that signature smirk pull at the corner of his lips.

Caught up in the energy of the moment and the alcohol swirling in your veins, you didn’t even think twice before loudly blurting out, “Mmmhmm… he makes me cum too!”

For a second, the backyard went dead quiet, your words hanging in the air. Then the entire crowd exploded in laughter, even louder than before, doubling over as they howled and jeered. Some of the Santos started hollering, “Ayyy!” while others slapped their knees and gave you looks of pure disbelief, like they couldn’t believe what just came out of your mouth.

You stood there, trying to hold back your own laughter, knowing full well that your face was probably flushed from both the alcohol and the sudden attention. Ruby nearly dropped the mic, cracking up so hard he had to lean on one of the guys for support.

“That’s it! She wins tonight!” someone yelled from the group, fanning their face as they kept laughing.

You caught Oscar’s eye from across the yard. He pushed off the wall, his dark eyes gleaming with that quiet, confident amusement that made your heart race every time. The smirk on his face deepened, and he slowly shook his head, like he couldn’t believe you just said that in front of everyone. But he wasn’t mad—not even close. He was proud.

As the laughter around you finally started to die down, Oscar made his way through the crowd, the air shifting as people automatically moved out of his way, giving him space. The backyard felt smaller with him walking toward you, his intense gaze never leaving yours. He stopped in front of you, his hand sliding around your waist as he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear.

“Drunk, huh?” Oscar murmured, his voice dropping low, the teasing note unmistakable as it rumbled through his chest. His eyes flickered with amusement, a playful glint dancing behind the calm façade he usually wore. He leaned in just a little closer, his breath warm against your ear, making your skin tingle in the cool night air.

You tilted your head up toward him, unable to hide the grin that spread across your face. The warmth in his tone mixed with the steady heat from his body pressed against yours, filling you with a familiar, comfortable feeling—like everything in the world was just right when you were with him.

“Maybe a little,” you replied with a soft laugh, shrugging as if it wasn’t obvious from your flushed cheeks and the slightly unsteady way you leaned into him. You could feel the buzz still coursing through you, the drinks from earlier making your thoughts hazy but pleasant. But more than anything, it was the closeness to him, the feel of his arm around you, that had your heart beating just a little faster.

Oscar’s smirk deepened, his hand still resting on your waist as his thumb brushed lazily against your skin through the fabric of your shirt. He tilted his head, giving you that look—half amused, half proud, like he enjoyed seeing you this way, all soft and carefree in his arms. The backyard lights cast a faint glow around you both, the laughter and chatter of the party fading into the background. In this moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other’s warmth.

“Just a little, huh?” he teased, his voice velvet-soft now, almost daring you to admit more. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the way his eyes searched your face, lingering on your lips for a beat longer than usual, told you he was enjoying every second.

You let out another laugh, the sound light and carefree. “Okay, maybe more than a little,” you confessed, leaning into him fully, feeling safe in his hold, like you could be completely yourself here with him, no judgment, no pressure. Just you, him, and the night stretching out before you.

Oscar chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. He pulled you in closer, ignoring the lingering stares and whispers from the crowd. You were used to this, the way everyone watched when the two of you were together. Spooky wasn’t the kind of guy anyone expected to see soft or affectionate in public, but here he was, holding you like you were the only one who mattered.

“Alright, alright, I don’t know how I’m gon’ top that off,” Rubi finally called out, still laughing. “But I wanna give something back. DJ, spin that shit!”

The crowd roared in agreement, a few of them still wiping tears of laughter from their eyes, and you couldn’t help but join in. The party would go on with Ruby’s rapping ringing in your ears, but after a moment like that, it was clear you had just made your mark on the night.

Oscar pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes gleaming with that familiar mix of mischief and amusement. The smirk playing on his lips never wavered, a subtle curve that made your heart skip a beat. “You good?” he asked, his voice dropping lower, just for you to hear. His tone was soft, intimate, cutting through the buzz of the party like it was your own little world.

You met his gaze, the warmth of his hand still resting on your waist, and nodded, the thrill of the moment still coursing through you. Your pulse raced, not just from the alcohol but from the way Oscar looked at you—as if nothing else in the world mattered. “I’m good,” you replied, the words escaping with a breathless laugh, still riding the high of your bold declaration.

Oscar’s smirk deepened, and his hand tightened slightly around your waist, pulling you closer for a brief second. It was that protective, almost possessive gesture that sent a spark through you, grounding you in the chaotic energy of the backyard. He didn’t have to say much—he never did—but the look he gave you, filled with pride and amusement, told you everything. He was impressed.

“Good,” he murmured again, his voice smooth as silk. With one last squeeze of your waist, he gently guided you away from the center of the action, his arm draped casually around your shoulders. You fit perfectly against his side, the heat of his body a comforting contrast to the cool night air.

As the two of you made your way back toward the patio, the music kicked up again, louder this time, as if to reclaim the space after the brief pause of the crowd. The backyard was alive with noise and laughter, people picking up where they left off, but there was a noticeable shift in the energy. You could still hear the echoes of their reactions, those playful, teasing calls of “Ayyy!” that followed you even as you walked away. It seemed like no one could quite let go of the moment you had just created, and every so often, someone would nudge their friend, sending another round of knowing laughs your way.

You didn’t mind. In fact, you wore their attention like a badge of honor. You had been the one to steal the spotlight tonight, and judging by the lingering grins and whispers around you, it wasn’t something they would forget anytime soon.

Oscar led you to a quieter corner near the patio, away from the crowd but still within the pulsing heartbeat of the party. His arm stayed securely around you, his thumb absentmindedly tracing small circles on your shoulder, a silent but intimate gesture that made you feel like the two of you were in sync with each other. Even though the laughter and chatter of the Santos continued around you, in that moment, it was just you and him.

As the night went on, people continued to pass by with playful smirks or lighthearted comments, reminding you that you had left your mark on the night. But each time, Oscar just pulled you closer, his quiet presence reminding everyone that while you may have been the one to steal the show, you were his—and that was the real reason you stood out tonight.

And you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, knowing that no matter how wild things got at these parties, at the end of the day, you were with the one who made you feel like the only person in the room.

[asteral-feileacan]

Random Arcane finale thoughts in bullet points in no particular order (spoilers)

...

so like they just couldnt resist killing not one of my favourite characters, not two, not even three, but all FIVE of my favourite characters???

Well actually no Ekko survived the slaughter

but still 5/6 is crazy and i am deeply wounded

but wait can't like our ascended "bros" just come back in the definite S3 because they just got absorbed into the stone?? What is all this setup for S3 i fear i will not survive another season

okay okay backtrack

Jinx is rocking the new hairsty- oh. Ouch. Ouch x3.

when ekko said he was trying to find a way to not let an old friend blow them both up and instead of get him caught in the blast she tried to jump - :(((

okay ngl viktor is really ROCKING the new look

oh jeez

MADDIE WHAT THE HELL

stfu with that scottish accent ur not cute anymore

oh rip bandana guy

okay but the music when ambessa was walking up the stairs was SICK

oh viktor and jayce casually paralleling the moment they first unlocked the hexstone and were floating :') this is fine

the twink murder bots are scaring me mom come pick me up

viktor this is getting outta hand you gotta stop

oh this is exactly the setup of the other wor-

HAHAHAHAHAH I KNEW IT I CALLED IT VIKTOR *WAS* THAT RANDOM MAGE WHO GAVE JAYCE THE STONE

wait but how does that actually work like

there are two different viktors here

is one just from a different timeline that has found the power to go across time and universes to conduct his little experiment

what's his own world like

why is he not completely hex-ified like our viktor

am i just overthinking this

did they explain it but i missed it while freaking out

is this sagely viktor just a manifestation

okay moving on

"but you were never broken, viktor" :( brb gonna go cry

oh vander got quite the glowup

also during the final fight where everyone was facing off against their opponent my dad was like "what on earth is going on" because he's only caught bits and pieces of Arcane

and i was like wow this is all very difficult to concisely explain to someone who's only catching the last episode of season two

okay closing thoughts

mel's powers are very cool

rip cait's eye

viktor's genuine confusion over why jayce is trying to stop/save him :(

the ascension mY GOD

rip jayce and viktor (fave arcane character death(?) count: 4/5)

jinx NO

...

fave character death count: 5/5

ekko sitting alone :(

overall i felt this season was a bit janky but i enjoyed it

sometimes the animation in some scenes jarred me out of the moment because it felt not fully polished though

but still rewatching s1 combined with this second season has activated my fic writing brain neurons and i'm obsessed

[askinkiskarma]

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ɪx - ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

pairing: neteyam x omatikaya!reader

➽ a/n: this turned out a lot fluffier than intended, but i think i'm smutted-out and i'm one prompt away from starting to make these angsty hahahahahah. anyway, i hope you enjoy xx love u besties, smooches 🤍

➽ words: >700 words

➽ warnings: it goes without saying, but all of these works (kinktober-related) are smut and therefore minors should NOT interact with them.

➽ taglist (x) ➽ kinktober masterlist (x)

The loud booming melodies of the Omaticaya flutes and drums were etching like a beautiful pattern into the air surrounding you, filling you with happiness and euphoric bliss as you swayed gracefully on Neteyam’s lap. You loved nights like these, full of music and celebration, full of conversation and laughter, full with all of the things you felt you lost when the Sky People returned. You felt lightheaded, like you were mindlessly floating through the clouds above, and you now believed your mother about all the times she’s warned you about excessive consumption of the heady concoction she called “liquid courage”. The name was apt, too apt, making you do things you normally wouldn’t have even considered, like getting close and personal with the man you’ve desired and dreamt about for as long as you were old enough to…well, notice people in that way. Neteyam was beautiful and strong, courageous and empathetic, smart and sensible. He was a family man, the best new generation warrior in the village, known among numerous Pandoran clans for all the qualities that he possessed, qualities that seemed never-ending and made him, on one hand, too good to be true, and on the other, incredibly intimidating to talk to. 

But not tonight. Tonight, you talked and the alcohol made you calm enough to be able to look into his eyes, it made you brave enough to respond to his quick-witted conversational remarks, it made you open enough to let your natural charm and comicality shine through, which you were grateful for. All of a sudden, he wasn’t NETEYAM anymore, big, scary, capital-lettered Neteyam, he was just… Neteyam, the boy you’ve known all your life, that’s watched you grow up, that gave you your first handmade arrow and taught you how to shoot it. It got so cozy, so quickly, that you somehow found yourself nestled in his lap, humming peacefully alongside the singers providing the entertainment for the evening. 

There was a downside to the fermented juice that made your head all funny, though, and you were feeling it now, intense and overwhelming and impossible to ignore - there was heat in your womb, fiery and intoxicating, manifesting itself in the oddest of ways, in ways that made something that started off innocent and ended up in this, thoughts that told you that the way he was bouncing his leg to the beat of the drum felt good, too good, so good you needed to ride this feeling, see it through, allow it to wash over you and through you. You were happy the atmosphere was so electric and so loud, drowning the inadvertent moan you let out when his muscular, taut, azure thigh hit a particular spot that made you throb in ache, the emptiness in you begging to be filled, calling for him like a siren to a lost sailor. 

Beads of sweat, facilitated by a racing heartbeat and rushed inhales were gathering on your forehead as he continued the rhythmic, saccadic movement, almost as if he could tell what it did to you, as if he wanted you to feel this way, for him, because of him. You wondered fleetingly if it looked weird to any oblivious onlooker, if the way you started swaying your hips on his thighs to get some of the relief you desperately craved was normal in these circumstances - either way, people were too busy with their own celebration to focus too heavily on yours, and the best thing about alcohol, as it turns out, you couldn’t find it in you to care. 

Your mind cleared momentarily with the breath hitched in your throat as his mouth found your ear, the smirk in his tone obvious even to your turned back, his voice velvet smooth and enticing, whispered and taunting. 

“You’re dripping all over my thigh, paskalin. Let go for me, let me show you how good I can make you feel.”

Your mother warned you about excessive consumption of the stuff she called “liquid courage”. She, however, was remised in warning you about something much more dangerous, much more additive - a beautiful overachieving blue boy with a dirty mouth and a desire to please, who’s had a crush on you since the moment he carved that arrow for you when you were young.

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[your-highnessmarvel]

cotton candy | s.riley

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Pairing: Simon Riley aka Ghost x Original female character

Warnings: ok so UM AHAHAH. SMUT. SMUT. SMUT. Reverse harem? Language.

Chapter Summary: She never thought she'd ever do this. But here she was. And here she will be forever, stuck in this room with them, unable to ever truly leave. Because the woman who walked through that door will not be the same who walks out.

A/N: HAHAHAHAHAH i went so overboard. Enjoy depravity.

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It wasn't long until the boredom set in.

With Soap laying down on a bunk, arm thrown over his shoulder, and Laura standing in the corner like she was acting out a childish punishment--the place felt odd.

Ghost had no idea how long they would take to sweep the base for shadows and get comms back on. He had no idea how long it would take to reboot everything.

But he did know that it was safer for him to stay here, with Laura, making sure her heart kept beating and her blood stayed in her veins.

He'd been so sure she was dead, under that guy. Her feet had gone still, her hands falling each side of her head. Ghost remembered the rage that had consumed him, from head to toe, gripping his rifle until he was sure his knuckles would burst from under his skin.

He'd calculated that shot in seconds and he'd prayed it didn't nip her head, her ear, or even her hair. He would've torn that man to shreds just for putting his hands on her.

And when Ghost had seen the blood, hot and wet, dotted on her face, splotched on her neck and gushing down her neck--he was sure she'd had her throat slit, but she'd gasped, air filling her lungs and his at the same time.

He looked at her now, huddled in the corner as if mommy put her there for bad behavior. Hands around her waist, leaning against the wall with her eyes cast to her dirty, bloodied sneakers.

"Can I go out - "

"No," Soap and Ghost said in unison--for like, the 12th time.

"But I just want to wash my hands," she whined, and Ghost snorted behind the balaclava. He'd taken off the bone mask, and it sat beside him on the bunk. A sliver of light kept drifting into the room, from the closed drapes, and sometimes, the sun would catch in his eyes and he'd close them.

"Alright," Soap groaned, swinging up and onto his feet, exasperated. "If princess wants water, I'll get her water."

Ghost wanted to laugh as he watched Soap saunter to the door, giving Laura a grimace that she laughed at. At least she was laughing. It was better than completely catatonic, which she'd been for the first 20 minutes of their quest in silence in this room.

He knew she was moving towards him even without seeing her. Ghost was staring straight ahead, his well-tuned ears catching on to the sound of her sneakers scratching on the white tiled floor.

"Ghost?"

"Laura?" Her name on his lips tasted like honey. He'd never think of this particular arrangement of letters in any other way. This name would forever be branded against his brain, an annoying, raven-haired reminder.

"I just want to say thank you," she said on an exasperated breath, as if she was at gunpoint forced to say that.

Ghost reached up, unhooked his helmet, and took it off. A flicker of light sliced horizontally on his face, brightening one blue eye. He let his helmet clammer to the ground. Then he pulled apart the velcro of his vest, the sound like a thunderclap in the silence of the room.

"Ghost?"

He hummed in response.

"Why are you... are you getting undressed?"

He smiled behind the mask. "I'm just shedding some weight," he answered calmly. He could practically hear the wheels turning in her head, the little hamster going a million miles an hour. "You're welcome, by the way," he said.

She took him by surprise when she sat down next to him, gripping the edge of the bunk bed with white knuckles.

He let the vest hit the ground too.

He looked at her, saw the bruises on her neck, under the blood. He felt rage rise in his throat all over again, but he clamped it to ash between his teeth before it could get any further.

"Are you okay?" he muttered. She looked up at him; big-doe eyes, wet with tears, cherry-red cheeks.

"My throat hurts," she mumbled back. "Like someone poured red hot lava into my mouth."

He clenched his teeth, picturing that guy over her, squeezing every atom of breath from her lungs. "That's what strangling does to you," he answered.

And then she said it. "I'm bored."

Ghost wanted to laugh because half of his job was waiting around, bored out of his God forsaken mind.

He was about to answer, tell her to entertain herself in her head like he does by thinking of her when Soap came back into the room with a bang.

"Alright!" he sing-songed. "There's water in a bucket, a soap bar, and a wet towel. Where do you need me, pancake?"

She turned, smiling back at Soap. He made his way over, setting the bucket at her feet, the soapy water sloshing onto her shoes. She chuckled, pulling her feet up, and the sound filled Ghost's head with birds.

Soap and Ghost exchanged a heavy look as Soap dipped his hands in the water, laving up the towel and then wiping her shoes.

"You don't have to," Laura mumbled, embarrassed.

Soap laughed, low in his chest, but he wiped her shoes clean and then dumped the towel back into the water. Taking it out, he wrung it and reached for her face.

"I can do that," she laughed, teeth and all.

Soap raised a brow. "Let me, please." He took one soapy hand against her shoulder, wetting her shirt, and gently wiped the side of her face. Ghost watched her eyes, huge and glassy, the flicker of light from the drapes cutting along her left eye.

Soap was kneeling between her legs, wiping along her neck, wetting the front of her t-shirt. She kept looking at him, examining the soot on his neck, the length of his fingers, his shoulders.

She barely registered when Ghost brushed her hair over her shoulder, raven locks sliding across her wet shirt.

She watched as Soap wet the towel again and purposefully let it drip and soak through her shirt, squeezing it against her bloodied neck. Ghost watched the drops disappear into her shirt, and he was jealous of them, that they got to be so close to her skin.

Ghost took his gloves off and he didn't miss the way her eyes flicked down to watch his fingers flex against his knees. He also didn't miss the way her tongue came out to wet her lips.

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My heart was beating a million miles an hour, an angry little drummer boy bent on breaking every last one of my ribs.

As the water soaked my front, rendering my shirt useless at this point, I felt Ghost's bare fingers drag my hair back again, folding it behind my ears.

I breathed in, watching Soap's mouth pull into a smile. He put the rag back into the water, wrung it, brought it to my chin. The force of him cleaning my skin made my face turn, and then I was facing blue eyes, calm ocean waters, rimmed with light blonde lashes.

Ghost dragged a thumb across the left side of my face. "She's so pretty," he hummed. I had no idea who he was telling this to. To me. to himself. To Soap.

But the way he bore his eyes into mine felt like being plugged into a wall--electric and vibrant. I wanted to soak in that light.

Soap's wet hands dragged down my neck, washing away the dirt and blood and fingerprints. He caught onto the hem of my shirt. "Take this off," he said, calmly. But it wasn't an ask. It was a demand.

I gulped, retuning my gaze to the man at my feet. "But-"

He shook the soaping towel in front of me. "Gotta get every drop of blood off ya," he interrupted, his lips pulled back, showing his teeth. It felt like a predator's warning, showing his canines to the trusting little lamb.

Ghost helped me out of my t-shirt, pushing my hair back behind my shoulders once I was free of the soaked garment. I didn't look at him, rather entranced by the way Soap's eyes drunk me in; wide brown irises, reddening cheeks. It made me wonder if Ghost ever blushed.

"She really is somethin'," Soap muttered.

I was left in my bra, my own cheeks warming at the idea of being half naked before these two men.

My skin was on fire. I was sure that they could see the steam rising off the water droplets on my chest.

I sat there, heart hammering against my breastbone, as Soap finished washing the blood from my chest. From my face. Scrubbing my ears and my hairline until I felt raw, humid.

All while Ghost sat silently beside me, his eyes burning cigarette holes into the side of my face.

Soap slowly dropped the wet towel into the bucket with a sloppy sound. I watched him drag the bucket aside, the sound like grating nails on a board.

I swallowed hard when he scooted in between my legs, his hands spreading my knees apart to accommodate the width of his shoulders.

Ghost grabbed my chin, jerking my eyes to his. They were hooded, his pupils blown. "It's okay," he hushed, pressing his thumb against my lower lip.

I felt Soap's hand brush my waist.

I couldn't believe this was happening. I thought... I thought Ghost would never let anyone touch me this way. Grab my bra straps and pull them down, rise onto his knees and kiss my shoulders. Hold one of my tits in his hands, squeezing, pulling, groaning into my shoulder.

Ghost held my stare as Soap kissed up my neck, over the sensitive bruises, until he was kissing my jaw, his breath in my ear.

"You wanna kiss her, Sarge?" Ghost grumbled, his eyes creasing. He was smiling.

Soap chuckled lowly, darkly. "Yeah."

Ghost let go of my lip and his hands were replaced by Soap's fingers gliding across my jaw, pulling my face to his. He'd always been taller than me, but like this, with him knelt before me and me sitting on the cot, we were finally seeing eye-to-eye.

I saw him smile, a corner smirk, before he pressed his mouth to mine.

He held the back of my head, kissing me slowly. Devouring. Savoring. He tasted so different than Ghost. Where the latter was all dark ash and sweet musk, Soap was honey and blueberry.

The tip of his tongue caressed my lower lip. He groaned, grabbing onto my thigh as he deepened the kiss. He was getting rougher, quicker, kissing me with such ardour. He was a man starved, parched, drinking from the oasis in the dessert.

He pulled away, panting, watching me. I hadn't even touched him, so surprised, so baffled by the...whole situation.

My cheeks were aflame as I raised my hands. I grabbed onto his forearm with one, wrapping the other on the side of his neck, pulling him in for more.

This time, I was ready. I kissed him back, savoring the sickly sweet taste of him--his tongue against mine, his canines nipping the corner of my mouth. The way the stubble on his chin scratched at mine. The way he smelled, invading me. The way his hand tugged the roots of my hair.

He was warm and sweet and even the small sound his made when I pulled him closer made a volley of birds take flight across my tummy.

I hadn't even noticed that Ghost was touching me, petting my hair, rubbing his knuckles down my arm.

Then Soap pulled back, examining me under his thick lashes. "You good, lassie?" he whispered.

I gulped, looking up at Ghost. Why?

"Yeah," I answered.

Ghost hummed. "Lie back," he ordered.

I frowned, watching him and Soap get to their feet, standing over me, towering.

Then Ghost stepped forward, gently pushing me back into the cot, twisting me until my shoulders pressed into the flimsy material.

I waited, staring at the ceiling. Ghost came to my feet, Soap behind my head. He bent at the knees, bringing his mouth next to my ear.

"You know how good you taste?" he whispered, drawing goosebumps along my skin. I saw his hands move, felt Ghost pick up my foot and tug my shoe off.

I felt Soap's hands push my bra down, freeing my tits, heard him hiss through his teeth. I felt Ghost tug my other shoe free, heard it land dully on the floor.

"Look at ya," Soap groaned against my hairline, pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them, causing me to arch off the cot and bend my knees.

I felt a deep, aching thud between my legs as I pulled towards Soap, hearing him coo in my ear.

And then Ghost's fingers were popping the button of my pants, sliding down my zipper. My breath hitched and I arched up, balling my hands into fists.

Ghost trailed a finger up my bare navel.

"It's okay," Soap mumbled in my ear, pressing his palms flat against my breasts. "Let us see you, Laura."

I shuddered, but remained quiet. Ghost's fingers returned to my waist, hooking in the band of my pants, tugging downward.

"Lift your hips up for me," he ordered, his voice soft. I obeyed, raising my hips, and I heard Ghost shuffle down, pulling my pants until he'd revealed my thighs, my knees. Until he was carefully lifting up one ankle to tug my pant leg off, the other.

Until I heard my pants fall to the floor.

"Fuck," Ghost muttered.

I pulled my knees together, my hands automatically shielding my panties. Even my toes curled in my socks.

"She looks amazing from here," Soap said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he palmed my tits, pushing them together between his hands. "How does she look from there, L.T?"

I wanted to melt. Not from being so exposed in front of Ghost, Soap. Not from being with two men. Not because I was liking it.

But because they were discussing me as if I wasn't there.

"Fucking ravishing, Johnny," Ghost answered, and I heard him get to his knees, my eyes locking with the ceiling as his hands grabbed my waist roughly, dragging me to the edge of the cot.

My insides turned to liquid when he hauled each leg over his shoulder, the backs of my knees on the rough fabric of his army-issued shirt.

"Here," Ghost said, and he handed something dark to Soap. "She likes to be blinded."

I opened my mouth the say something, but Soap wrapped a dark cloth over my eyes, tying it behind my head. I reached up, feeling it with my hands. Soap dragged his fingers along my forearms, slowly pulling my hands away.

I felt Ghost's breath on my inner thigh, and I clamped up, afraid that if I didn't control myself, I'd wiggle my hips in his face like a desperate whore.

"Let me in, Laura," Ghost warned, pressing one big hand to my thigh and pressing it open.

"She's blushing," Soap said, bemused, kissing my temple, my hairline. Playing with my tits as he saw fit--and I let him.

I let him because I felt Ghost hook a finger in my panties, pull the wet fabric aside until his cool breath was ghosting my core. I let Soap pinch my nipples, knead my tits because now Ghost pressed the pad of his thumb to my clit and my entire body reacted--arching off the cot, pushing my hips closer to his finger, searching and searching for more friction.

"Oh," Ghost chuckled lowly, deep in his chest. "She's desperate."

Soap laughed lowly. "Better give her what she wants, then, L.T."

I whimpered audibly when Ghost pressed harder on my clit, circling it slowly, titillating me. Slowly and slowly, deeper circles until I was breathing harder, faster, arching my tits into Soap's waiting hands. Curling my toes against Ghost's back, feeling him bend forward until he replaced his thumb with his mouth.

The moan that broke free from my lips was almost pornographic. But the way Ghost was licking me, sucking me, both hands digging deep into the meat of my thighs--it was a pleasure I'd never felt before. It coursed through my veins, from the tips of my toes to my hairline, dragging goosebumps along my flesh, lighting the embers in my belly.

"That feel good, princess?" Soap whispered in my ear, a purr.

I couldn't form a coherent answer. Ghost was nipping and sucking on my clit, pressing a finger into my hole slowly, stretching me out.

"Look at you," Soap continued. I moaned in response, biting it back behind my lips. "You're already so soaked. So wet for us."

I gasped, arching into Ghost's mouth, feeling his tongue lap me up. He groaned against me, fucking me with his finger slowly, brushing against a spot in me that made my knees shake.

"She's getting there, L.T," Soap said through a kiss on my cheek, on my jaw, my neck, my shoulder.

How did he know?

I didn't have a second to ponder that thought. The pleasure of Ghost's tongue pressed flat on my clit, licking long, languid strokes sent another wave of fire washing through me.

"Look at this pretty hole," Ghost muttered, pulling back, leaving me raw and wanting, panting and whimpering against Soap's mouth.

Ghost pumped his finger, once, twice, three times in and out of me, watching me swallow it whole. I moaned, trying to picture his face, trying to soak up what he felt.

He pressed his thumb to my clit, slowly rubbing me, fucking me with his finger. I pressed my knees closed instinctively, but one of Ghost's big palms pulled my knee back open.

"Let me watch you, Laura," he rasped, and oh, my name on his lips was a sin.

He played with me like that, watching his finger fuck me. Watching his thumb circle my clit slowly. Watching my hips stutter, my mouth open in a moan, in a whimper. Watching my chest rise and fall, Soap pressing kisses on my cheeks, my mouth, my shoulders.

"Stop playing with your food, Ghost," Soap groaned. "She's shaking."

And I was, trembling against the cot, my hands raising to cover my own breasts.

Ghost chuckled. Mean.

But he replaced his thumb by the warmth of his mouth, his lips, his wet tongue. He replaced the circles with sucking, lapping, nipping, until a knot formed deep in my belly and my hips started to grind on his mouth of their own accord.

He kept fucking his finger into me, and when he added another, my head went haywire. I moaned out his name, like a prayer, the knot deepening in my belly. I reached up to grab Soap's hand, hearing him whisper dirty, dark nothings into my ear, but I didn't hear, I didn't care.

All that mattered was Ghost stretching me out with two fingers, his mouth and tongue sucking on my clit, lapping me up like a last meal.

"I can hear your cunt," Soap whispered in my ear. "You're so soaked, I can hear you, princess."

I bit my lip, moaning behind my teeth, squeezing his hand.

"Can you hear yourself?" Soap panted in my ear.

I could. Oh, God, yes I could.

"You should see the way you're desperately moving," he continued, biting my ear. "Letting Ghost finger-fuck that little hole, huh?"

Ghost pulled back, admiring his work. "She's swallowing my fingers like a good girl," he said, he voice wretched, roach. They shared a chuckle, while Ghost still pumped his digits in me, culling a pleasure in my core like never before. "She's letting me stretch her out. So tight, so wet."

His words, so dirty, so unlike him, were bringing me to the edge of insanity.

"Simon, please," I begged.

"Hold her down, Johnny," Ghost said nonchalantly.

Soap took both my wrists in one hand, holding them over my head. I was about to ask why, but I didn't even have the bandwidth to ponder why when Ghost added a third finger into my cunt.

My mouth opened, breath lodged in my lungs. He pumped slower, but still, deep and long strokes, stretching me out completely.

"Fucking hell," Ghost sighed, cooed. I could hear the sloppy sounds of my cunt sucking his fingers, and the mix of pain, of pleasure, of the slick I could feel coating his digits, made my blood sing.

"That's it," Soap whispered. "Relax, princess, shhh." He was petting my hair, kneading my tits, rubbing me until I'd adjusted to Ghost's fingers and he resumed his pace.

I was nearing my own end again, like in the showers, and I wanted that hot, intense pleasure again. I wanted to fling myself off the cliff.

Somehow, Ghost knew, pumping faster, rubbing that spot in me that made stars dance behind my lids. Replacing his tongue with his thumb to rub me faster, harder.

He kissed the inside of my thigh. "Come on, Laura," he grunted. "Cum for me. Cum for me and Johnny." He was panting, kissing my knee, and when he bit into the soft flesh on the inside of my thigh, I broke.

The knot snapped and warm, fuzzy pleasure flooded up my belly. I moaned Simon's name, Soap's. I shuddered against Ghost's hand, squeezing his fingers, gushing on his palm. I heard him swear, heard Soap whisper, "good girl," against my humid hairline.

I was left a twitching mess.

My heart hammered behind my ribs, my palms loosened out of Soap's grip, my arms flapping to my sides. I felt the blood coming back to my head, my lungs burning.

Ghost slipped his fingers out of me. "Fuck, Johnny, look at this perfect little hole."

I heard shuffling, Johnny walking, crouching in front of my bare pussy. I blushed, my cheeks so hot, so warm, I thought I was starting a fever.

I was still sensitive, overly so, when Soap brushed his hands on the inside of my thighs.

"Let me have a taste, sweetheart," Soap groaned, almost pleaded. I couldn't see him. Couldn't know he was already bent in front of me, when he pressed a small, chaste kiss to my clit.

I twitched, moaned pathetically.

"She's already so riled up," I heard Ghost say. Where was he? "She'll cum for us again so quick."

And he was right.

When Soap's kisses turned to long strokes of his tongue, I was already halfway there. I moaned quietly, exhausted, when he spread me open and sucked on my clit, lapping his tongue on me.

My toes were numb, my legs limp, when he plunged his own finger in my wet hole, moaning against me, pumping his finger and licking me to his own rhythm.

It wasn't long until I was trembling, moaning incoherently, begging him. My hands found his Mohawk, holding on, grinding against his mouth until I was cumming on his lips, muttering his name over and over again.

Johnny.

Johnny.

John.

When I was just a numb mess, Soap carefully replaced my panties over my pussy.

And then Ghost was touching me, his rough knuckles on each side of my ribs. Soap left me, cold and shivering.

The cot dipped under Ghost's weight as he bent forward, a knee between my limp knees. He kissed my belly, my sternum, until he was completely over me, a knee on the cot between my legs.

I reached up, touching his bare face. Feeling the stubble under my finger tips. Touching his eyes, his mouth--still wet. I wish I could see him. See what he's feeling, thinking.

"Little dove," he whispered, so low I barely heard him. I didn't know where Soap was, I couldn't feel him anywhere. But I didn't care. I reached up, slowly grasping Ghost's hair, and pulled him down.

I tasted myself on his lips, but it didn't matter. I wanted him close. I needed him close.

Soap too.

I kissed him fervently, parting my lips to let his tongue pet mine timidly. I arched into him, feeling his waist with my knees. He grunted into the kiss, pushing me deeper into the cot.

And then pulled back, gently sitting me up.

Dizzy, I asked, "Soap?" My voice was squeaky, broken.

"Right here, pumpkin," came his soothing, low voice, and he grabbed my jaw, pulling my face up to kiss me. In the dark, behind the blindfold.

He drank me in, kissing me hard, parting my lips forcefully.

And just like Ghost, he pulled back gently. He dragged my bra straps back up, rearranged my bra so I was covered. I felt another pair of hands on my shoulders, and Ghost helped me back into my shirt.

"Looks like we'll be here a while," Ghost said. I was still blindfolded, but I looked up, following his voice. "Let's get some rest, yeah?"

I nodded, feeling his hand wrap around mine. When I got up, Soap's finger grazed my waist, and I realized I wasn't wearing any pants.

But I didn't care. I was so exhausted, so drained from cumming, from having my heart beat so fast for these two men, from breathing so hard I thought my lungs would burst.

The prospect of sleep sounded amazing to my empty, exhausted little head.

"Here," Ghost said. "Lie down." I got to my knees, on the floor, and then felt his hands on my waist, guiding me until I was lying between his legs, back against his chest.

My whole body relaxed instantly, and I curled up against him.

[kairiscorner]

Im obbesses w spider noir for some reason and idk why. But i wanna req a story and u pick whoever is the love interest (i want to be spider noir but HE DOESNT FIT THIS KIND OF GENRE 😭😭 but i hope yk spider noir or hobie YKKK~ HAHAHAHAHAH) 😏 HAHAHAH natatawa ako 😭

Anyways this is a req: so miguel is holding a meeting right w some spideys then miguel suddenly calls y/n in his watch (aka his non bio suddenly adopted daughter who was also a spidey) for her to help the upcoming mission.

Then suddenly, miguel counts to 3..2..1… and the there was a smoke bomb in the room! And miguel says “here she comes..” with his palm on his forehead. And when the smoke is clear u are posing like this : https://pin.it/6sHhLLK (search on google.) with a spiderman suit w a mask on under your short silky black dress with heels. Waving to them “Hey fellas!” With a jokingly seductive tone. Then the love interest stares at y/n, falling in love 😍

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH NAYATAWA AKO SA LOKOHAN KO HAHAHAH BUT I HOPE U SEE THIS COS IDK WHATS GOING ON W MY MIND HAHAHAHAH

BWAHAHAHHAHAHA NATAWA RIN AKO RITO WEYT ok noong una, di ko gets, PERO I THINK GETS KO NA SIYA........? SORRY IF THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU ASKED FOR BUT THIS IS HOW I INTERPRETED IT YUHYUH

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

when the skrunkly <333

"so that wraps up today's meeting, does anyone--oh, you finally showed up." miguel said with a slight grunt and a hint of annoyance in his tone as the tall, lanky, dark complexioned boy walked in with a confident smirk and with his hands in his vest pockets. he raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled into an even bigger grin, one of satisfaction for having defied miguel's expectations at even showing up just as the meeting was about to be wrapped up. "at least i'm here, aren't i?" he asked in a sly tone, one that acted as provocation for miguel's worsening temper.

"anyway..." miguel began again as hobie, quite loudly, pulled a chair--dragging it against the floor, creating as much friction as he could--and loudly plopped himself down on the chair. he leaned the chair back and placed his feet up on the table, to the distaste of the spider people adjacent to him. "go on." hobie said in a casual manner. "i'm not even here." he said as he leaned further back.

miguel let out a long sigh at hobie's defiant acts of annoying rebelliousness. "anyway, like i was saying, we have a new recruit that'll be joining us today." he said as everyone began buzzing, wondering who this new recruit would be. hobie laid back further in his chair, and though he appeared as if he couldn't care less about this new recruit, he did want to get to know them once they got there.

"hey, where are you?" he asked in a hushed voice as the new recruit appeared on the other end. faint giggling, explosions, and not so family friendly words were heard in the background. "oh, hi mig!" you called out from the other end. miguel lowered the volume on his watch as he scowled at you. "i gave you permission to go on that joyride but not doing--is that a duck?" he asked in angry manner as you tried to explain yourself.

hobie was enjoying the scene from afar, not sitting down a little more properly, grinning to himself as he indulges in miguel's frustrated figure as, who he assumed was the new recruit, was pissing him off immensely. the best part was that miguel let you do what you wanted. that must've meant you really mattered to him, to give you permission to do things he'd never let just anyone do.

miguel grunted in irritation as he ended the call. "right when i needed them to come on their first mission..." he murmured and pinched the bridge of his nose. before anyone could react, miguel was already counting down in his head.

"3..."

the sound of something metal clinking on the floor reverberated throughout the room, causing for everyone to look that way.

"2..."

the metal container soon released a flurry of gas, a cloud so thick that it enveloped the whole room, causing for everyone to wheeze and cough at the gas as they fanned the air away. hobie, meanwhile, tried to see the figure that came up from the smoke, the silhouette coming closer and closer as the cloud began to dissipate.

"1..."

"hey fellas!" exclaimed and excited and playful voice that threw themselves on the table and slid over on it, lying sideways while leaning the side of your head on your fist so confidently on the table, winking at a few spider people. "hi dad!" you exclaimed as you waved at miguel all joyfully, with him clicking his tongue and muttering something repeatedly in spanish.

you had a short, silky black dress on with heels; presumably from an event you had to attend undercover. but underneath that was your spider suit and covering your very excited and enthusiastically chaotic face was your mask.

"everyone, this is--" miguel began, but you interrupted him. "his one and only spider student! nice to meet you lot!" you beamed all happily as you stood up on the table, earning stares and looks of confusion, concern, and awe from one soul from across the table. from hobie brown.

hobie watched as you teased miguel, with him trying to keep a straight, unaffected demeanor as you kept trying to butter him up and get him to let loose. hobie admired your boldness, nobody he's ever met was able to worm their way into miguel's heart as well as you have, and... you've caught his attention with such little effort already. just being your adorable, chaotic self already sold him to you.

as miguel adjourned the meeting once and for all, hobie called out to you. "man, what a killer suit you have, it's mad wicked." he complimented. you giggled. "why, thank you! who are you? oh, you have such a cool hairstyle! and are those piercings? miguel! let me get some! it'll be fun!" you exclaimed to the big man as he pinched his nose bridge again and told you both to get out.

hobie chuckled. "say, would you like to come with me and deface some property?" he offered with a smirk, which you reciprocated with a wide grin. "that's my favorite pastime, of course!" you beamed as you took hobie's arm, and with an assuring smile, you both swung out of there, much to miguel's disappointment because you were both assigned on a mission.

"i love how you can't do a thing about either of them." lyla quipped as she showed up, smirking at miguel as he sighed. "just make sure to keep the reminder to come back here before 7 on their watch." he said as he resigned to his chair in front of the monitors. lyla laughed. "uh, yeah, no can do. they disabled it the moment they came in here."

"why didn't you tell me?"

"because it's funnier to see you in angry dad mode. now, smile." lyla said as she took a picture of miguel scowling, and saved it in an album with your name on it and on the caption it said: 'his first freak out at you running away with a boy you probably like !!'

a/n: i was gonna make hobie say, "that your kid, miguel?" but i think that would've killed everybody in the room 😭😭😭

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @pixqlsin @k4tsu3

[thisismeracing]

Sorry v mate for blurb night, congrats on reaching ur goal! (Not surprising bc I am obsessed with ur writing, feel like you can see into micks brain and you just write him so perfectly omg)

Blurb req if you’re continuing them (pls don’t feel you have to though!) Mick+ pining + angst bc I hate myself and need more bestie mick and reader who are lovesick and both too scared to say anything 💀

Pining | MS47

⸺ the one where Mick's been pining over Yn forever, and when he finally gets the courage to admit it, she tells him she's dating his best friend (Lance Stroll). ✓ none, I guess.

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Where Mick was shy, Lance was outgoing. Where Mick had attentive but secretive eyes, Lance would spill his soul into each glance. Where Mick was afraid of confessing his love, Lance did not hold back telling exactly how he felt.

That's how Yn found herself threading through new waters. It felt refreshing to be loved openly, to be reassured, treasured.

She was Mick's best friend, just like she was friends with Esteban and Lance, but her friendship with the German was different. It was more. Or it felt like more for her. However, Mick never took the first step, never tried to give her enough to keep her flame, to not kill her faith. She had been pining after him for a long, but for some sick joke of destiny, she could not see him doing the same in his own way. And Yn took each silence of his as Mick's silent message that he did not feel the same when, in reality, it was the opposite.

Mick was head over heels for Yn. In a way, he had never been before. Maybe that's why it took him so long to realize, so long to decide and confess.

"I have something to tell you!" He smiled when Yn walked inside the small driver's room. She was wearing a sundress, and she had never looked so good. Her skin was glowing, and her smile shone as bright as a summer morning.

"Me too!" She closed the gap between them, the tip of their shoes touching.

She was always so affectionate. Always so caring. Always so warm and cheerful.

"On three?" Yn giggled, holding Mick's hand.

He felt his heart beating on his throat, his hands colder than ever, his eyes searching for hers. Though he guessed she liked him, he was still nervous. They were best friends. They were always there for each other. How would this dynamic play out once their feelings were in the open? Mick had spent weeks, almost months chewing this question as if he would come up with a solution, as if destiny didn't play the rhythm it wanted.

You chose the lyrics, but life sometimes decided how it would play, and you could only dance along. That's how it felt once their counting hit three.

"I'm in love with you."

"I'm dating Lance."

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: I AM NOW OBSESSED WITH OPEN ENDINGS HAHAHAHAHAH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT!!! Don't forget to reblog and leave me an ask *mwah* also thank you for the compliments, nonny!! I'm really happy you like the way I portray him hihi

[prongsmydeer]

Ayesha Liveblogs Bridgerton S3

"I must say, all those piano lessons in Bath have reaped their reward." Is this their subtle explanation for where This Francesca has been the past two seasons?

"You do realize what tune she was playing right now, don't you? Mozart's Funeral March." "Oh god." Benedict said: I am both a scholar of art AND a smart aleck, Mum

Say what you will, Bridgerton knows the power of a good haircut

LMAO did they have Colin get his tiddies out in the carriage just to show off how hot he is since it'll take a while for him to get naked with someone else?

"It would be pleasant to have my own house." LMAO Francesca, extremely real reason to get married

I like the Featheringtons' husbands, they're just here to vibe

Speaking of marrying into money, Kate is truly the most gorgeous person alive. Bridgerton said: Do you want to watch beautiful people in fancy outfits struggling to socialize? And I said: Yes!

The way that despite their troubles, Eloise STILL protects Penelope's identity and keeps Cressida from sniping at her. The love story of MY season

"My stories from abroad are not suitable for such tender young ladies." With all due respect to Colin: Brother eugh, what's that?

"I take comfort in knowing that you will always be here to take care of me." What's the 1810s equivalent of putting your parents in a home? A convent? Lady Featherington inches closer with her every word to Penelope

"Perhaps something like what they are wearing in Paris?" [...] "I love it brother. Where is it from?" "A trader in Marseille." "My perfume is from Paris?" Bridgerton said: SUBTLETY WHO, COLIN X PENELOPE 4EVER

The sneaky looks on Anthony and Benedict's faces as they help Gregory run away with his bow and arrow KILL me

"I lost the battle, and I've no appetite for the war, so I've joined the winning side. Not unlike you, I take it? Or is this truly the new you?" Eloise said: People in superficial society houses shouldn't throw stones, Colin

(Also. I am in love with Eloise, she charms me more every season. Though wild that they're dissing Emma, Austen has women with SO much agency and Emma specifically is the lady of her house, someone throughout the novel learns that she DOESN'T know everything, and who vows herself not to marry until she changes her mind and falls in love with a friend)

[Voice breaking] "Now you have your life, and I have mine." ELOISE WAHHHHHH. I think she is totally justified, but god, friendship breakups are SOOO brutal

"In truth, I enjoyed having a purpose. Whereas now that you're back, I'm not certain what I'm supposed to do exactly." Explore bisexuality, Benedict <3

YEAHHHHHH Mondrichs!!! I hope society is kind to them

HAHAHAHAHAH I love Kanthony

Kate: You do know that what we are doing is not how one makes an heir?

Anthony, head still between his wife's legs: We have to start somewhere.

If they don't want me to want Penelope and Eloise to be in love, they HAVE to stop making her look at Penelope like that

HAHAHAHHA I love that Penelope, while getting attention from her nice hair and dress, is still extremely awkward when being talked to by a man. It is endearing

After the Queen Charlotte spin-off, I have a new appreciation for Lady Danbury and the Queen's friendship. Agatha knows how to get Charlotte going, 'bestie Lady Whistledown will get more recognition than you if you do not tell everyone who the hottest young debutante is'

Wondering if Kate's gown style is meant to invoke salwar kameez?

I hope Francesca and Penelope become closer!! Two gals who would rather die than talk to any man in this room:

"Why do I have the feeling that you in turn, know how to make one wither, if you so choose?" I do like Lord Debling so far, even if he looks MUCH older than Pen LOL

Every time they have a one-on-one interaction between a man and woman I'm like, why does it only sometimes matter if they're chaperoned LOL? Inconsistent

"You miss me, but you'd never court me. Is that correct?" GET HIM PEN

Not a season goes by that the Featheringtons are not in some kind of financial trouble. They're like the Coopers from The O.C.

"You disapprove? I thought we did not like Penelope." "What you did was cruel and unnecessary." I like both halves of this interaction, that Cressida is saying 'we' as in wanting to be on the same side as Eloise, and that Eloise is calling Cressida out for how awful she's been treating Penelope

I like that Cressida is both acknowledging that she's been unkind but also giving mind to the fact the women of the ton have been raised to be in competition with each other

God I love Kate and Anthony this season, sappy and sex-addled but also Kate making sure to think of Violet's needs and how difficult it would be to suddenly no longer be viscountess

While I do love the idea of charm lessons, and I cannot help but notice MOST of what Colin likes about Penelope are about him, "I know that you will lift my spirits, and make me see the world in ways I could not have imagined." "[You] have always truly made me feel appreciated.") Don't love that

"I will never forgive her," said Colin, about the woman he just called his very good friend and would later go on to marry

Surely the Mondrichs can decide how things are done in their own house, I highly doubt Violet and her husband or Kate and Anthony do separate bedrooms

HAHAHAH I wonder how many episodes Eloise will have fancy hand muffs to hide Claudia Jessie's broken arm

I guess I was wrong about Colin not getting naked, he's just frequenting brothels I suppose?

"Pen, living for the estimation of others is a trap." Spoken like a man who can inherit property and fortune through means other than marriage

I was thinking Francesca and Eloise were on similar plights, but it seems more that Francesca's beef is with any sort of attention than with being married

Hee hee, I love Hyacinth beating her older brothers at cards

"Somehow my character gets lost between my heart and my mouth." I feel that, Penelope! I have no idea what I'm saying half the time

"Your eyes are a most remarkable shade of blue, and yet they shine even brighter when you are kind." If I were Colin, this would immediately do me in, a compliment that specific is really something

This journal thing is symptomatic of Penelope's lack of respect for anyone's privacy, even if it is good she understands what Colin was doing in Paris

"I do not wish for her to be friendless, and you are perhaps all she has now." Eloise is SO understanding given what Penelope has said about her AND Colin

"I think of Prudence as a bonbon. Delicate, and oh so agreeable." "Mr. Dankworth, you are so... pretty." I love Mr. Dankworth. Pretty, loves his wife, gives great compliments, what more can I ask for?

Bold of Eloise to tell Cressida about Colin helping Penelope, she knows that Cressida has been purposely cruel to Pen before

"I think we have found your talent. You are a most entertaining speaker." YEAHHHHH Eloise, getting along with the girls with her gift for gab

"How are we expected to understand all these society rules when even someone born into this world cannot grasp them?" [Benedict makes a face but then smiles at being insulted] As I have been from his very first moment on screen, I'm in love with Benedict:

"We kiss, and then he makes an odd sound, and then goes to change his breeches." "His breeches remain on?" HAHAHAHAH every season there's a problem with no one offering the ladies any formal sex education

"I cannot think of anything [to gossip about] at the moment." GOOD FOR CRESSIDA

"I do not much care for idle gossip," said Penelope, like she wasn't the Queen of Capitalizing on Idle Gossip

I am SHOCKED that they have a character in a wheelchair on this show, and even more shocked there wasn't immediately some comment drawn to it, but glad! It may be a weird show when it comes to race, but at least it's not weird when it comes to ability?

The way the Colin Has Been Helping Penelope reveal was SO dramatic I thought it might actually be a dream sequence

"We can do whatever we want now. We are a married noble couple." That's what I'm talking about, Will

Penelope said: "Be a homie and kiss me," and Colin said: "I do not have the strength to deny that kind of request!"

This second kiss HAS to be a dream sequence, there's no way they'd jump into this without any preamble

Oh it was COLIN'S dream sequence, love that for him!!!!

Fhfkhfkjhf Colin: I did NOT have a wet dream, in case anyone wanted to know!

"[Hyacinth] waits for the maids to throw out last week's copy of Whistledown because she knows she is not allowed to read it." HAHA this is such a big brother thing for Benedict to say

"It was quite harsh what she wrote about you. Unnecessarily so, I think." Eloise said, be nicer to yourself, bestie

Colin does not know how to act around Penelope, this is the first time I've been endeared by him all season

"If I secure a proposal, it will be because of you." You know what that is, Penelope? Foreshadowing!

[Disdainfully] "Apparently he only eats vegetables." They disapprove of vegetarianism in Georgian England. Also. What a thing to say in front of two South Asian women, when India has the HIGHEST proportion of vegetarians in the world, and also has many historical and ongoing ties between vegetarianism and spirituality kjghgkjhg

Is the open mocking of other people supposed to be why we as the audience should be okay with Penelope exploiting other people's drama for profit? Cause I still don't appreciate 1810s Gossip Girl

God, Mrs. Mondrich is SO gorgeous. Peak beautiful people in fancy outfits

"I find your frankness immensely refreshing." I like Lord Debling more with every scene

"Do you feel some attachment to him?" Colin said: Penelope do you still like me check yes or no

Penelope just going "Yeah, me too," to all of Cressida's specific commentary about Lord Debling's interests is difficult to watch

Colin stopping the balloon is the first moment I have personally been attracted to him (ever, I think). I think the more casual outfit does do him some favours. This is his Anthony in the Lake moment

Weel weel weel, perhaps Violet will be finding someone to tend to her garden (her libido) soon

"I see you have met my brother, Lord Marcus Anderson." It would be SOOOOO funny if Violet fucks Lady Danbury's brother after finding out Danbury fucked her dad. It's very messy friendship LMAOOOO

"Perhaps we can enjoy the silence together." I like this man

"I am not afraid of you." "That... is a mistake." I was hoping Benedict would get to flirt with a man this season, but alas it does not seem to be in the cards (you're still bisexual to me, Benedict Bridgerton)

"Members of society do not work." Then how do they make money? Is it only what the crown gives you? What about the lawyers and doctors? Also lol @ this guy admitting that being a landlord isn't an honest line of work

"I do not wish to court someone exactly like myself. I want to be with someone who knows who they are, and embraces their own pecularity, as I do." Men in real life can never do for me what the men in Bridgerton do for me

"It is rare to begin as friends and for both parties to then feel more." I love that Colin is seeking out romantic advice from his mum, he's the only child so far who has earnestly listened to her

HAHAHAH not the I'm-asking-for-a-Friendcesca routine

Colin looked SO desperate to kiss Penelope that for a second I thought he might actually do it in the ballroom in front of everyone

They're selling me on Debling a little TOO much; it's like Daphne and the Prince. Like I know Pen and Colin are great friends, and that they have feelings for each other, but Debling seems like he would make an amazing husband, while I am less convinced that Colin would. Colin is sweet, but he is not street smart, and lacks the emotional awareness that Debling has:

Even if it's not what I ordered, I do enjoy Benedict catting around

What is Lady Danbury's beef with her brother LOL

"Step another pace backwards, you read me too well." Queen Charlotte's spinoff has really made me have a whole new appreciation for Brimsley

"But how will they know each other if they do not speak?" Honestly a very valid question, Violet

Considering that Lord Samadani wants to have eight kids, perhaps he should ask how many kids Francseca wants?

"Well, let him tell you about it. Men love to explain the world to us. If we have already explained it to ourselves through reading, then they will feel superfluous and unnmanned." Lady Featherington years ahead of her time in defining mansplaining HAHA

"Are there any novels in which the man goes travelling for a very long time, but his wife is happy to stay behind, tending the estate? I suppose that would not be a book with much sentiment, would it?" "Not necessarily. But if the wife had her own interests in life, then perhaps they could both be very happy." "A practical match, but a happy one? I like the sound of that." Again, you are selling me on Debling too well. I cannot believe you are making me root for a blond man with a Vegeta hairline*

*There's nothing wrong with the way this man looks, he just looks much older than Penelope!

"But it is tiring, is it not? The necessity for us to remain caveliar about the one thing in life that holds genuine meaning. Do you not find it lonely?" Colin Discovers: Toxic Masculinity Bad

"Do you know what is romantic? Security." Real, Lady Featherington

"My head is bottle-weary." What a poetic way to say you're hungover

Do we think Cressida and Eloise could fall in love? Let me have at least one lesbian in this show, please:

"And is your heart located in your breeches?" Apparently Lady Danbury's beef with her brother is that he is a slut

"To be honest, my work has such a large portion of my heart it may difficult to make more space. But I am very glad that you are someone who seems to have such a full life." Alright, I can see why Debling might not be the perfect match

Colin said: What up Penelope I'm here to ruin your marital prospects

"But these past few weeks have been full of confounding feelings. Feelings like a total inability to stop thinking about you. About that kiss. Feelings like dreaming of you when I'm asleep. And in fact, preferring sleep because that is where I might find you. A feeling that is like torture. But one which I cannot, will not, do not want to give up." I'll hand it to Colin, that was a pretty good confession, 8/10, I'd knock points off for the torture remark

Whoever is dating the Bridgerton cast has to be so strong, these scenes so impassioned

"For God's sake, Penelope Featherington, are you going to marry me or not?" Good for them!!!

I will say, bold choice to hard launch to the fam in the wee hours of the night immediately after a ball and fingering in the carriage, but if anyone's going to be cool about it, it's the Bridgertons:

EXTREMELY fair of Eloise to exit right away when she finds out her best friend with whom she has shared a borderline romantic breakup after several years of exploitation of her family for money and at least two pointed attacks on Eloise and her brother suddenly announces she's gonna be her sister-in-law

"And until he knows the real you, he cannot possibly love you." YOU RIGHT, ELOISE

"I will tell him. You have my word." "Very well." Kind of Eloise to still take Penelope at her word

NOT BENEDICT MISSING HIS BROTHER'S ENGAGEMENT BECAUSE HE WAS OUT PHILANDERING

Anthony and Kate are SO beautiful. I loooove them

"I am simply enjoying the view of my ravishing wife, and soon-to-be mother of my child." OOOOOh Kanthony baby, love that for them

HAHAHAHAH Anthony immediately forgetting how happy he is about the baby because he is PISSED another sibling is getting married without his permission

"I am one of the brothers as well." "I think of you as the family pet." BRUTAL HYACINTH HAHA

"If I do have to marry a man who could be my great-grandfather, we can at least use his money to shop, and queen over society like Lady Danbury." Cressida you are so lesbian to meeee

"The final part, the betrothal. it did all happen rather... swiftly." "It was swift because you--" "Are you going to duel your own brother or...?" Anthony's definitely thinking about it, Benedict!

Anthony insisting on Colin telling Penelope the depth of his feelings for her. That's growth, baby!

"I proposed to [Penelope] out of love, nothing less. And were you not so narrowly concerned over your own standing, you might see see that Penelope is the most eligible amongst you." Now THIS is the romance I'm talking about, Colin

"I will always stand up for you. Because I love you... Pen." "Are you sure?" [Nods] AWWWW they're so sweet

"You are cleverest, bravest woman I have ever known." Finally a compliment that feels like it's about Penelope (even if it was immediately followed by a comment about Colin)

I love Colin's Lustful List of How Hot His Fiancee is, and that he asks her specifically if she wants to stop because she's a lady!!

Oh smutty consensual Bridgerton, we back baybeeeeeeeee

"Tell me what to do." "I will do everything." "No, tell me." Ohhhhhh I love this

I LOVE knowing that Nicola Coughlan requested to be as naked as possible for this scene as a memory of how hot she is. And she was RIGHT

"Can we do it again?" "Give me five minutes. Maybe ten." HAHAHA this was a perfect scene from start to finish

"Is this the only reason you wish to delay our news? You are happy, I hope?" "Oh... Very happy." I love Anthony checking in on Kate about her pregnancy. He is such a sweet husband

"I wish to be married. Very much, in fact. I just hope my husband will not hide my piano stool from me." "I would not dream of it." I have been sold on John Stirling since his first shared silence with Francesca, I love them!!

"You seem to be quite good at [planning hospitality.]" "Oh, I am. I'd still much rather be out riding somewhere." I love Eloise and Kate's friendship also

"Finally, the woman will get the consequences she deserves." You see, Penelope, this is why you should have told Colin you were Whistledown BEFORE you agreed to marry him. Or before sex, or at any point whatsoever. You KNOW he has beef with Whistledown. This is engagement-ending stakes

God Eloise has been SO reasonable this whole time but I really do think the 5000 pound reward is a fair incentive to sell Penelope down the river for her own sake or even for Cressida's. It's tough being a lady in the 1800s!

"Somber clothing is best. Gray or brown. And we do not flit about town, engaged in gossip within the ton. We shall attend no more than one ball per month, and only if the hosts are of strong moral character. I certainly do not believe in music, and modern art nowadays is absolutey scandalous. Her tender eyes and ears will never be exposed to such filth." Not to be dramatic but I think Lord Greer has to die. Somebody needs to spook him really hard, he's like 105, it won't take much

"Featheringtons support one another." "Is that what you were doing earlier, supporting me?" "You are right, I have been unkind. But it stops now. And thankfully we have your engagement party coming up to allow us our fresh start." Parents really do think they can fix years of trauma with a single 'my bad'

"Your ledgers will not miss you, but your family will." A good wake-up call for Mondrich

"Do not take an interest in her. I have a new bow and arrow. Would you like to see it?" Tweens are still the same in 1815 HAHA

Hahaha Lady Danbury could not be emanating "Please don't fuck my brother," vibes harder. To which Lady Bridgerton said, "You fucked my dad, I'm definitely fucking your brother!"

"If it proves too difficult for you to reveal the truth, I will be merciful and reveal it to him myself. You have until midnight." Good for Eloise for giving her a deadline!!

AWWWWW John struggling through the boots story. He said: I'm an introvert and I will not be socialized, xoxo

"I know it is unlike you to cajole your own children." "You mock me." "As you rightly mocked me all last season." I missed these interactions between Anthony and Mama Bridgerton!!! I love when the Bridgertons are all in the same place

HAHAHAHA not Eloise dropping a really threatening post-script to Colin's speech about how excited he is for marriage

If they don't want me to want Penelope and Eloise to be in love, they gotta stop being so fucking intense all the time. They're turning charades into their own private intellectual battle

Also Cressida is reasonably, pretty jealous, considering the homoerotic friendship fight vibes. She said: Hey, I thought it was my turn to be gay!

Eloise said: I do not have time for two homoerotic friendships, sorry Cressida, Penelope has seniority

"All that to say, sometimes I miss what is right in front of me. But not Miss Francesca. Her, I saw straight away." I love you John, you are my favourite Bridgerton character of the season (book readers, tell me nothing!!)

"It is a great change, but you and I will make our way with our child, as we have always done with each other," said Anthony, like they weren't a whole mess last season public fucking in the Bridgerton gardens and getting into horse accidents

OMGGGGGGGGGG Cressida! Saying she's Whistledown so that she doesn't have to marry Lord Greer is truly a 'work smarter, not harder' moment

The smart move for Penelope would be to say nothing at all as Lady Whistledown and see how the Cressida thing pans out. Also, TELL COLIN!!

"You have many gifts, but cleverness is not amongst them." A harsh review on Cressida from Mama Cowper

"It is one thing to follow the rules. But if you want to win the game, you must lead it. Otherwise you will always be on the defensive." I love Agatha mentoring the Mondrichs

"Lady Bridgerton. Forgive my intrusion, I simply forgot my hat." Lord Anderson left his hat so he'd have an excuse to see her again. This is No. 1 in the Flirting Playbook

My question is: How do you have a booty call when you have have seven of your children in your house. Eight if you count in-laws!

Anderson really came to just flirt with Violet and leave. I love that!

"Excuse me, I have been taken ill of the plague, and you are all doomed by association." HAHAHA John is so funny. I keep saying I love him, but it's true

HAHAHAH Benedict ending his macaron fight with Gregory and Hyacinth by saying "Last macaron for you," to John, his new soon-to-be brother-in-law is incredible family dynamics at play

"Perhaps I can make Lady Whistledown go away, so she shall not be able to harm any of us again." "You will speak with Miss Cowper?" "With the scribe herself." Eloise is a WAY better friend than Penelope deserves

"Eloise, I have worked too hard for too long. Of all people, I refuse to let Cressida Cowper take credit." We have passed Bad Friend and circled to deranged. It is NOT girl boss behaviour to lie to your fiance and BRAG about exploiting your friend. Get some help, Penelope!

"Lady Whistledown is my name. Not hers." "Your name is about to Bridgerton. You cannot be both." YOU TELL HER, ELOISE

"We think speaking to the Queen would be the wisest decision." "Well, if you think you are up to it." "We would like you to speak to the Queen." Francesca said: I'm not afraid to have my mommy fight my battles for me

"What about my dreams?" "What dreams? Ladies do not have dreams. They have husbands." I know is a great line and a really stark commentary on the lack of independence for women of the era, but it also kinda reminds me of 'I do not remember names, I am female' in Queen Charlotte and that kills me a bit HAHA

"And my greatest wish has always been for you three to do better than I did. And you have." Penelope having her Mum Trauma healed in real time

Also Lady Featherington, the mess that she is, continues to be one of the most compelling characters in this show

"I am hosting a dinner party later this week. For you, and me, and my dear friend Paul. Will you come?" [CHANTING] BISEXUAL BENEDICT, BISEXUAL BENEDICT, LET HIM KISS PAUL

"I'm writing a manuscript in fact." [High pitched, perturbed] "Oh, are you?" That's also how I feel about Colin's manuscript, Benedict

Colin dancing with Penelope in the empty church <3 Stoppp it's so sweet. (Also. TELL HIM)

"May I present Lady Keswick." Danbury said: You will not be fucking my best friend on my watch, brother!! If only Eloise was this efficient

"It is no wonder Penelope abandoned you. All you ever do is talk. You clearly just envious that I have made something of myself." "Perhaps I am envious of Whistledown. It is quite a feat. And after spending a season feeling nearly invisible, I almost understand why one might be driven to write it. Congratulations on your hard-earned success." Not another homerotic friendship break-up. That's 2 for 2, Eloise!

It must be weird for all the Featheringtons now that Penelope is the favourite child

Well, burning every copy of Whistledown she's made and hanging up her pen is the second best thing that Penelope could do other than TELLING COLIN

They're really namedropping the town of Mayfair more this season than any before it

"You know my favourite part about dressmaking is seeing the glow on a woman's face when she puts the dress on. I can't imagine ever giving that feeling up. At any rate, we will make you the most beautiful dress." I appreciate Delacroix sharing what she thinks about Penelope giving up the column without pushing her in any sense

Things are going pretty well for me Bisexual Threesome Dreams:

Every since that one post about how the Bridgertons are the Kardashians of their town because they're popular, rich and keep getting with people of colour, I CANNOT stop thinking about it. Particularly for Lady Bridgerton and Lord Anderson, who are now Nicer Kris Jenner and Old Timey Hoe Corey Gamble in my mind

HAHAHAHAH Agatha really said: Marcus I will introduce you to EVERY widow in this town if it keeps you away from Violet

"Not bad. Not bad at all." God I love the Mondrichs earning the Queen's respect by throwing the sickest first ball the town has seen

"I have supported you." "You have been perfunctory in your support." Something something when the people who you love fail you

"Not every attachment must be dramatic and hard-fought. What John and I have is easy... and I love him, Mama. Even if it is not the love you want for me." We have now circled back to Violet's S2 ideology that Bridgertons are physically incapable of having a healthy courtship. Francesca has one, and it's nearly destroying her relationship with her mother LMAO

"The night before I was to be married, I very nearly escaped to freedom. Do you think I did not know that it was you who betrayed me to our father? I heard him thank you." That's really fair, I know it's been like 30 years and Agatha has a really nice life now, but financial independence does not make up for years of marital [LOUD FOGHORN NOISE] and the general unpleasantness of being married to Lord Danbury

"Soma. Soma..." "Soma? You think you can call me by my born name, and right the wrong?" Lord Danbury took her NAME? EUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I genuinely think that Marcus didn't know. It's giving, for me it was the worst day of my life, for you, it was a Tuesday

"Apparently the wine has made me rather rude." "It has also made you rather charming." I think Benedict is about kiss a man. I have NEVER been happier while watching Bridgerton. I have been saying Bi Benedict since Day 1. He's my people. That is a bisexual man!! I had to pause to hop around for a minute because I am that thrilled at the possibility what I have been asking for 3 years might actually come to fruition. GOD BLESS SHONDALAND. [HOLT FROM B99 VOICE] VINDICATION

Benedict after a man has flirted with him for the first time: I gotta go think about some stuff

I was joking, but HE DID have to go think about some stuff. Aww baby, you'll get there!

Not "[In BSL] she is the Devil," at Cressida hahahaha Sign Language Mama doesn't hold back

"Those [personal passages in my journal] are only for you." Awwww Colin that's sweet

Cressida is so unhinged for posting a Whistledown mid-ball. I do love the drama of it though

HAHAHA them having a close-up of Mama Cowper's arm with ink stains if we couldn't tell it was her from Cressida's near-and-far-far-and-wide speech earlier to the cohesive bulletin of her mum's writing. They don't do subtlety in Bridgerton

AWWWW the Crisis of Cowpers bringing Eloise and Penelope back together again. I can only imagine Colin's gonna overhear their conversation

"Writing was the only way I felt I could have a voice. And I should've been using the column to give a voice to the other voiceless. I have done plenty of damage with my pen. Please, let me use it now to do some good." "You must get a full issue out right away." I LOVE YOU PENELOPE AND ELOISE SOLVING THIS TOGETHER. CRIMES PARTIALLY FORGIVEN, PEN!

"You... are Lady Whistledown?" Turns out he followed her to the publishing house. FINALLY THOUGH. Talk it out, you Bonkers Betrothed

[Tearfully] "All of the lies... you have told me. All of the things you have written about me and my family." That is SUCH a fair reaction Colin, Penelope really has built an empire on shit-talking your family in secret

"I will never forgive you." Really? Cause you've got like 3 weeks to figure it out before your wedding, Colin

"Perhaps, because a few of [the Bridgerton children] may be of dubious parentage." What does that even MEAN, Cressida!! Which parent are you suggesting was getting around

Also, how's Penelope planning to explain the situation with Colin to anyone. What's Colin gonna do? The last time a woman lied to him, he had to end an engagement

"How many eyes exactly do you think there are in the ton?" "Double the amount of people, I would imagine." Philippa and Prudence's dialogue is great

"Whenever I try to grasp her hand these days, she does not swat it away with nearly the same gusto." Prudence has married the only man in this town with a rejection kink

"Perhaps I should read it then. I could use a distraction." You can't read your way out of bisexuality, Benedict. Try taking Am I Gay Quizzes and failing them. It worked for me!

"I cannot help you with this, Pen. I am so grateful for everything you have done for me, but already, I feel in the middle between you and Colin. Perhaps I always have been." That's because your friendships always lean romantic, Eloise!! And your best friend loves to lie all day every day

"But I hope you know that my care for you is not contingent on your aid. I am here for you, Agatha. Always. Even when there are no unmarried children left to help." [Softly] "Thank you, Violet. That means a great deal to me." Ohhhhh I love their friendship

"Are you going to stop publishing?" "I do not know." At least Penelope is finally being honest

Colin said: I'm still gonna marry you, but I'm not gonna be happy about it, Pen!!!

HAHAHAHA Tilley inviting Benedict over for an After You Ran Away from Our Threesome Offer Debrief. You know, I found them boring in the first half, but they've really sold me on the second half

"I have known men like Mr. Suarez, but I myself have never felt tempted... before." Oh, that's a qualifier Benedict

"But a feeling between two people, whatever their sex, is the most natural thing in the world." Lady Tilley said: Let me be your Bisexual Guru, Benedict

"If you did not feel anything with Mr. Suarez, then let us, you and I, continue on our own. But you should know... my staff are very discreet." GOD. That we are not only getting bisexual Benedict but that he is getting a bisexuality ARC. More than I could've asked for. I am kissing the Bridgerton writers on the mouth. Giggling and kicking my feet

Look at him trying to figure out if his sexuality. Benedict Girl til I die. FAVE FROM DAY 1

Violet lustfully watching Lord Anderson eat a fruit jelly. This is EXACTLY what Colin did to Penelope. Like mother, like son. All of her kids are different aspects of her personality

"I am not uninterested in exploration. But I will not know if I am ready for that, until after the affairs are... in order. Especially because I am not the only whose affairs need ordering." Violet said: We cannot start a situationship until you sort out your relationship with your sister, Marcus

When Cressida stared into the mirror I did expect Chappell Roan to start playing in violins

"Well, if I am to be bold, I should need some time to think about it." HAHAHA John Stirling, love of my life (second only to Benedict)

"Is everything well?" "Is everything well with you?" The B & C are really going through it on this stag night

"You were a girl who did not know her own power." "But does that justify it?" "No." Madame Delacroix is the realest friend

I really am glad that Colin is airing out all of his beefs with the Whistledown papers. He deserves to give her a lecture

"I can take care of myself." "Then what good am I to you?" "Colin, I love you!" Colin, you have value beyond what you can do for others

Also I can't believe they're ending this fight by getting frisky on the street. WHERE ARE YOUR PRIORITIES, YOU FREAKS? (AFFECTIONATE)

Relationship status: It's extremely complicated:

"Two glasses is celebratory. One whole bottle is a cry for help." HAHAH I love Kate's zingers, she's truly sharp as a tack

[Kate, laughing] "You think our marriage is perfect?" [Anthony, immediatley heartbroken] "Is it not?" HAHAHAH THEY ARE SO CUTE

Every time Kate makes any reference to marriage being hard, Anthony immediately gets upset and goes, 'I love you, our marriage has no flaws, why are you bullying me?'

"I drunk a whole bottle before my wedding (the second wedding) and it was deeply celebratory. Three raw eggs in the morning." It's been a while since Anthony has broken out Dad Mode, but that was a good one

The context that Marcus was 10 years old when he ratted out Agatha trying to escape really does make me not blame him quite so hard for it. He was a kid, he didn't understand long term consequences!

"You had something in you all along, a kind of courage I never dreamed of having. I have wished so many times that I had stood up to him. For you. For myself." New Bridgerton Dubious Race Trope unlocked: Why do all the Black characters (Simon, Agatha, the ongoing plot around the Mondrichs, Marina and Charlotte not having parents at all) have abusive or absent fathers? Discuss

But to be fair, most people in Bridgerton have absent or dead fathers. They're like 'Men? We don't need 'em!'

Also, good for Marcus for putting his resepect for his sister into words

"Do not come for my cane. I suppose you got all the good joints in the family." What a chronic pain sister with a healthy brother mood

"At last, my life is full of joy. And I've been afraid you would take it away from me." "Any joy I am after, I deep hope you are a large part of." Ohhhhhhh we love a healing of family trauma. This is the season of Therapizing Your Relatives

The way they keep referencing Anthony and Kate's wedding that they completely skipped. LOL

WHY IS YELLOW BY COLDPLAY THEIR WEDDING MARCH SONG LMAOOOOO

To date they have not shown a wedding under normal circumstances. Someone's always fighting, or lying, or under duress. It's brutal actually

Ohhhhh the way Colin nods at Penelope like 'we'll be okay.' MY HEART. I do love that they are friends in love getting married

I do feel like this was the most normal wedding so far. Good for them!

"Which brother or sister do you like the best?" "Gregory, clearly." HAHAHA I love Benedict and Eloise's little chats. Best sibling duo

"Love is not finite, Eloise. The friendship you have with Penelope is a lucky thing. As is the one you have with Colin." AWWW Eloise is sad because she thinks they don't have room for her in their hearts (Penelope especially, I think)

"Our child... will always be a Bridgerton. But I should like them to know that they are a Sharma as well, know their history. And it is important for me to know it so that we can share that history, with our child, together." I know that this India trip probably solves a plot purpose of giving Anthony and Kate a place to be but I can't help but also think of what a great example of cross-cultural parenting Anthony is providing. He's so good!!

Anthony and Kate really do be kissing in public all the time, HA

"Weddings are never for the bride and groom, even when things are... well, between the couple." "Thank you, for allowing me work it out for myself." [Lightheartedly] "Well, this wedding couldn't plan itself. I have not had time to meddle. Whatever it is, I know you will resolve it." Lady Featherington and Penelope have come a long way

Them doing the cutaway to them being the only people in the room while they dance. I see you 2005 Pride and Prejudice fan who did directed this scene

"I did not think you a dancer." "Perhaps not. But perhaps we should both be more bold in declaring ourselves." Is it unfair to Colin and Penelope if I say Lord Kilmartin and Francesca are my favourite couple of the season? 'Cause they are

Now that Lady Danbury is cool with Violet and Marcus, Anthony has switched to 'HEY. HEY DO NOT HIT ON MY MUM, LORD ANDERSON. THAT'S MY MUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' O'VISION

I love that the Queen said, "Everyone who's not a Bridgerton, get out," and Lady Danbury said, "Hey, I am at least half Bridgerton by now, I'm staying."

"Do you know what it is like to have nowhere in the world where you can truly be yourself? You cannot possibly know, because you are not a woman. You have the choice to be any kind of person you wish to be, while the only choice women have is to conceal the parts of us the world will not accept." Penelope said: Lying to your fiance and exploiting his family for money is feminism, actually

It's very reasonable for Colin to not accept Penelope continuing to be Whistledown

Aww at least Eloise and Penelope's friendship is back in full force

VINDICATIONNNNNNNNN. BISEXUAL BENEDICT CANON. I WIN. WE ALL WIN. I KNEW HE WAS THE MOST BISEXUAL BRIDGERTON. YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

They split this season in two halves just so they could bisexualize Benedict during Pride Month. That's the reason. I've decided. Happy Pride Month to me!!!!

Also the emotional contrast of these last couple of scenes jgjhgjh

Colin: Fighting with his wife about life-altering deal-breaking secrets 0.03 seconds into marriage, on edge, disappointed and heartbroken

Benedict: Realizing there's a whole other kind of sex he could be having, and having a great time

"You will pay me my sum, or I will reveal the truth to the entire ton." Cressida isn't nice, but she did make a good detective and subsequently, blackmailer

Poor Violet trying to avoid being thrown into scandal once more. Also her and Anthony with parallel declarations that they would've noticed if someone in their house was Whistledown, even though it was Penelope, who until now, has lived across the street

Also also also: Francesca now dropping her own news that she's moving to Scotland Post-Haste

It is satisfying to see Penelope, Colin, Eloise and Lady Featherington all trying to sort out this Whistledown blackmail because they're all aware

"I will not cower to Miss Cowper. I will call upon her tomorrow. Bring her to see this course of action is ruinous for everyone involved." Good luck, Colin

HAHAHAHA again with the contrast of Benedict's family being in crisis while he is off Philandering: Bisexuality Edition

"You do not sound as if you hate Whistledown. You sound as if you are jealous of her." [Unconvincingly] "No I'm not."

Cressida making the sum twice as much + a nice review in Whistledown when Colin tries to empathize with her with his excellent man-free-for-world-travels and supportive family. I'm not gonna lie, kinda girlboss of her

HAHAHAHA Benedict has had no scenes in the past half an hour of Bridgerton but back-and-forths to him and Paul and Tilley. I love it. He's having a great night. They're leaving no doubt about him enjoying this

Also. Not to be bisexual myself. But Benedict being with a man and a woman at the same time is doing more for me than any other Bridgerton scene has ever done. It's a combination of vindication, being a Benedict girl, and the high of hot bi people. Bridgerton. I once again give you a little kiss on the mouth

"You are both adults. You may do as you wish. After all, it is not as though I asked your permission." I cannot believe Agatha is using this Are-You-Gonna-Date-My-Brother talk to confirm that she fucked Violet's dad. Unhinged. Incredible. What the hell!!

"I know my father was a good man. And that you have been a very good friend. And that is all I need to know." Not good enough to not cheat on his wife though, Violet! But I love the sentiment

"And my brother is a good man. And you are a good friend. And that is all I need to know as well." Awww, I do love a mirrored dialogue. I've said it before but Agatha and Violet's friendship is perhaps my favourite on this show

The zoom in on the Birthday hat was EVIL. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

"How do you stand society events?" "I suppose I have love to give in abundance. Love for a bit of chitchat. And love for a good party. Especially a party of three." Benedict is still a romantic at heart, even in a threesome pile

OMG HAS COLIN KEPT EVERY LETTER PENELOPE HAS EVER WRITTEN HIM? I LOOOVE

This does kind of get me thinking of how they handle garbage disposal in Georgian England

Finally the embezzlement funds from Cousin Jack come back to haunt them. The Featheringtons are never not in financial crisis

"What will Lady Whistledown write about our disgrace when I am exposed?" "She will write whatever I like her." "That is a agreat power. What a thing you have made for yourself." This is the most optimistic final take Lady Featherington could have on her daughter being an infamous gossip columnist

"It is my great hope that the silence and beauty of Scotland will allow me to know myself better, so that you can all know me better as well. I want nothing more than to be close." Francesca has such a good heart

"For a long time, I thought that is what love must be like for everyone. Surprising, forceful, quick. But you have shown me that there is another way. There is... beauty in the slow approach." You know what that is, Violet? That's growth! She's such a good mum

"May you now live together in holy matrimony until your dying breath." Ominous way to end their vows (book readers, tell me nothing!!)

What is the proper way to court a widow? I guess we'll find out!

"Lady Bridgerton, I see your openness reflected in Benedict, your charm in Colin, your wisdom in Eloise, and a brightness you've instilled in both Gregory and Hyacinth. In this moment, where I feel so much gratitude for my new wife, I feel it in equal measure for the remarkable woman who raised her. I thank you, all of you, from the bottom of my heart." Good speech John, I think you've really won the Bridgertons over

Francesca and John's wedding wins for most normal for sure

AW FRANCESCA AND VIOLET'S DUET. Something something complex relationships with your mother:

Also also also. Why are half the scenes in Bridgerton filmed like we're in somebody's pocket. Or in the flower vase. The huge blurs are distracting

"It is not what you do for me that makes me love you. It is your kindness. Your empathy. How much you care. Just being you is enough, Colin. I do not need you save me. I just need you stand by me." I'm glad Penelope is telling Colin this outright, he needed to hear it

"Tilley, you are extraordinary, but I am not certain that serious is what I want." Benedict is the only Bridgerton who knows how to communicate his feelings directly right away

"Is it because of Paul?" "No. Paul could be Patricia, or Polly, or Peter, or all three at once. What happened between the three of us, what has happened to me since I met you, has made me realize how good it feels to be free. You've opened my world. I am not ready to close it again just now." Benedict said: I gotta sow my wild bisexual oats, Tilley, I am not looking for a wife at present

We are BACK at the Bisexual and Lesbian Sibling Swingset. This is where I first grew so attached to Benedict and Eloise. It really is a full circle moment:

"It feels right now that the next thing I learn may change me entirely." "I agree profoundly with everything you've said, as I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." Their dialogue is so fun

"We should not let so long pass again between us before we meet on these swings to be entirely confused together." BENEDICT. B AND E BEST SIBLING DUO

Lady Featherington saying she's proud of her daughters like it's been ripped out of her forcefully. She is so my mum-coded LMAO

"She calls upon my mercy, asking to address you all herself. To plead her case publicly, before I pass my judgment. So I turn the floor over now to the scribe herself." This is a very dramatic way to resolve the Lady Whistledown situation but I guess they did leave it til the last 20 minutes of the season

Also RIP Cressida, who is definitely being shipped off to Wales

"She seems humbled, but we will be watching that she remains so. What is life without a little gossip?" Wow, all took was 3 minutes of 'my bad, you're actually very brave for doing things where I can see them, I won't do it again xoxo' to win over the whole ballroom and the Queen. Power of Lady Whistledown, I guess!

HAHAHAHAHA THE BUGS THAT PHILIPPA LOVED SO MUCH BEING BUTTERFLIES. I WAS KIND OF HOPING THEY WERE SPIDERS (EVEN THOUGH THEYR'E ARACHNIDS) FOR THE COMEDY, BUT THIS IS MUCH CUTER

"You... are a genius." "I know!" Hee hee, go Featherington (or Dankworth-Finch, as it were) sisters

"There is only one person who loves the Bridgertons more than I." "You knew it was me." "I suspected. You are not the only lady of the ton who can keep a secret." YEAH AGATHA <3

"We can now tell that solicitor that money came from my writing. He will have no recourse. Time for us to do better." [Softly] "My girl." I wonder if Lady Featherington is gonna come clean and give the money back

"You have always had one voice. There is no separating you from Whistledown. And after seeing you speak today, well, I would not want to." AND it fixed her marriage. What a powerful speech

"If my only purpose in life is to love a woman as great as you, then I will be a very fulfilled man, indeed." "I love you. You are very good man, Mr. Bridgerton." I didn't buy the forgiveness because it feels super rushed, but I do buy this

"Francesca Bridgerton. Kilmartin. Kilmartin is my name now." Ggkhkgjhgkjhg why is Francesca so flustered by Michaela Stirling? Is she also gonna go down a sexuality journey?? Not the sibling I anticipated!! Also does them introducing a new character mean the story will follow Eloise and Francesca in Scotland

Also wait wait wait. IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE FRANCESCA'S (BOOK SPOILERS THAT I HAVE VAGUELY OBTAINED) OTHER LOVE INTEREST? OH MY GOD

"Only until next year. Do you think Mama would ever let me miss her Masquerade Ball?" WEE OO WEE OO I KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT THE BOOKS TO KNOW THAT THAT MEAN'S BENEDICT'S NEXT BABEYYYYYYY

You know, I kept thinking about how Penelope had lost a titled match for Colin, who is the third son, and it turns out they do get to have a little baby Lord Featherington! And she gets to pass on her family name. I love that for Penelope:

What this season lacked in pacing, it more than made up for in gusto, Bisexual Bridgertons, really powerful and satisfactory friendships, a ton of Bridgerton family interactions, and more than enough romance to keep me giggling and kicking my feet for days. Honestly, it might be my favourite season, for little to do with the main couple, everything to do with the drama and excitement and fun dialogue of it all. I do really keep enjoying this show!! Every part of Bridgerton is good after S1 LOOOOL. KEEP 'EM COMING BABY!

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excerpt from my reverse robins tim-centric au where tim dies and stephanie tries to kill the joker (it doesn’t work out)

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Bruce couldn’t help it as he fell on his hands and knees, pain surging through his body. He needed to get to the Joker before he could recover, Tim would want him to focus on the mission.

He could barely move though, the paralyzation drug was still exiting his body. Bruce tried moving his hand so he could reach for his com and ask for backup(begrudgingly), when Spoiler came down from the previously broken skylight of the abandoned warehouse.

“Spoiler,” He said, voice raggedy, “What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here.” Steph didn’t answer, her eyes focused on the Joker’s body as he slowly raised himself up. Shit, Bruce had to get to the Joker fast.

Bruce willed himself to his feet as Steph stared down at the Joker’s smiling face, and that’s when he saw what was in her hand. A gun.

“Spoiler, what are you doing?” He was ignored, again.

Steph slowly lifted the gun, preparing to shoot. The Joker grinned,

“Well well well, looks like one of your little bats has a screw loose, just like me!” The Joker could barely move, he was still on his knees and yet he smiled like he was the one in control here. “Well, do it Spoiler. Shoot me.”

Stephanie’s gaze turned violent, “You..you killed him. You killed my best friend,”

The Joker laughed at her rage, “I honestly expected better than the fight he put off, I guess the little bat was never really good at flying was he?”

“Shut up, shut up!” Spoiler yelled at him, “You killed him, so I’m returning the favor!” She released the safety.

“Spoiler!”

Bruce watched helplessly, his body still-though he didn’t know if it was from the drug or the shock-as he saw Steph aim, and fire.

BANG

The shot echoed throughout the building like a crash of thunder. The Joker staggered as he touched the bullet wound, straight through his right thigh. Even from a distance Bruce saw Steph’s shaking hands.

“Ha! Hahahahahah! I guess even you don’t have the guts to do it, kid,” The Joker giggled, “But seriously, what a show! The way you were so determined to kill me, and you don’t even-“

Black Bat appeared behind him suddenly, knocking the Joker out and handcuffing him. Bruce let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

Cass walked up to Bruce, putting his arm over her shoulders to help him walk. He looked over to Spoiler, but she was gone.

The two bats looked at each other, then the Joker. The GCPD would take care of him, they had a bat to catch.

It took about an hour and a half, but they found her on a rooftop a few streets away. Barely anyone lived in the area, and even less worked there at night.

Steph was sitting on the ledge, her legs dangling over the roof. Her mask and hood were off, revealing the fragile girl underneath.

“Let me guess,” She said, as they had made their presence on the roof clear, “A lecture on why I have to keep the mask on at all times to protect my identity plus one about why we don’t kill?”

Bruce didn’t respond, he didn’t really know how to.

Cass did.

She walked up and sat on the ledge as well, pulling Steph in for a hug.

“Hugs make everyone feel better.”

“Not me.”

“…”

“..Maybe a little.”

Bruce walked closer to his two girls, placing a hand on Steph’s shoulder.

“I,” Steph started, “I wanted to kill him so bad. I was so ready to shoot him in the head, let him burn in hell. But Tim’s stupid voice kept ringing in my head,” She wiped her eyes with a broken smile on her face, “Bats don’t kill. Killing isn’t the right way to do things. He always followed the rules that he thought were right.”

Steph stood up, shrugging Cass away. She was trying not to cry, but tears kept spilling out of her eyes, “Why couldn’t I do it? He killed my best friend, I should’ve done it. I-I-“

Listen Bruce, I’m saying this because I’m dead now, so you won’t have me to help you with this. Please don’t close yourself off. People need you. Your…our family needs you. Don’t be the cold, emotionless Batman or the violent, angry one.

Be the one who took in Duke Thomas after his parents were jokerized, the one who took in Damian, and Steph and Cass and however more kids you’re gonna gain in the future. Please, Dad. I love you, meeting everyone was the best thing that ever happened to me. Goodbye.

Bruce took off his cowl, interrupting Steph’s sentence. And finally, he let himself cry with her. He saw Steph’s shock as the tears started dripping down his face. Tim’s death had broke him, but he would put himself back together for the ones that had broke alongside him.

He could see Steph’s walls break down, and she started bawling. Her face red as she screamed and cried and all Bruce could do was pull her in for a hug, and that was enough for now.

Cass joined them seconds later, her crying less violent but still noticeable. The three broken bats stayed like that for a while, just themselves and their tears accompanying them.

Later Steph would tell Bruce that she couldn’t be Spoiler anymore.

“I made Spoiler with him,” she would say, “And without him I don’t know if I could do it again. Don’t get me wrong though, I’ll still be a vigilante. Tim wouldn’t want me to quit because of him.”

“Then who will you be?” Bruce would ask her.

“…My favorite color’s purple, that’s why my costume’s purple. His favorite color was red.” She’d take a deep breath before continuing, “I’m going to become the Red Hood.”

Bruce would stay quiet a few seconds before replying, “Alright then. I will support you in whatever you need.”

And that’s how the Red Hood was born.

…

Far, far away, Timothy Drake-Wayne would kill his first person, and he would never be the same again.

[yellowgreendinno]

HAHAHAHAHAH ITS MY TURN TO GET YOU BACK @kalolasfantasyworld AND @vilandel MUAHAHAHAHAHA- this... this is for making me cry.

"Nozel onii-sama, why did Momma die?"

Nebra hadn't realised the heavy weight those words were laced with, how they'd made her brother feel, or the fact that she shouldn't be worrying about it being only nine.

Nor the reality that it hadn't been the baby's fault.

Nozel's face darkened, and took a deep breath. Nebra knew Nozel was not one for physical affections, aside from the morning hugs and good night forehead kisses she and Solid always received. So she was surprised when he reached down and picked her up, nestling her safely with one arm while he checked his reflection in the massive bathroom's mirror as she let out a surprised squeak. He look tired, Nebra realised.

Nozel shakily breathed in, and squeezed her a bit tighter, but lovingly nontheless. He looked deep into her eyes and spoke calmly.

"Nebra, do you remember when Solid was born?"

She did, vaguely. She'd been only five, barely six, when her little brother was born.

"Remember it was very hard for Momma? Well, Noelle's birth was also very difficult for Momma. Momma left because she was very tired, and she couldn't handle it anymore." He spoke gently, in an oh so unusual tone for her brother.

Nebra thought about it as her brother held her middle back with his other hand, making sure she wouldn't fall as he walked to his bedroom. It wasn't always like this. Nozel was not built for kindness, or gentleness, or love.

Sometimes, though. Sometimes when Nebra had a nightmare, the very scary ones, the ones that kept her up gripping her sheets on the look for monsters, she'd be brave and get out of bed; then walk towards Nozel's room. He'd let her spend the night with him and Solid. Since the little one was only four, he still shared a room with the eldest. Only sometimes.

Nebra, realised then, tonight was sometimes.

"Nebra, have you heard the tale of the strong little spider who was also weak?" Nozel asked, while closing his bedroom door, and leaving her on the floor.

"No, never"

They passed Solid's bed, and walked towards Nozel's bed, next to the huge windows.

"Well," he started as they sat down on his bed "There was this little spider. She lived in a cave, with many other bugs. And she wasn't scared, because she was the biggest and strongest of them all. Every little bug was scared of her."

Nebra shuffled closer, and listened intently.

"But then, the little spider went out of the cave, and she found other spiders there. And the little spider wanted to go back to her cave. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because she had challenged the spiders from outside."

"But aren't the spiders scared of her?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because these spiders were very, very, very big."

Nebra looked down in thought. She stared at her brother with wide eyes, and spread out her arms.

"This big?"

Nozel smiled. That was rare. But it was a sad, tired smile. One that told her her brother wasn't telling her all the truth. A smile that said he was carrying a heavy burden.

A smile she hated seeing on her brother's face.

"Way bigger." He answered. He sighed, and pulled the sheets down so that they would be able to snuggle up in them. "Alright, off to sleep, little spider" He finished.

Before falling asleep, Nebra heard little muffled cries coming from Nozel, and she wished she could do anything to help him. She knew her brother missed Momma, and she knew there was nothing she could actually do about it. She was only nine, after all.

So, as her thoughts drifted off to the dream world Acier had so often told her about, she thought;

"When I grow up, I'm gonna give Momma back to Onii-sama."

She then fell asleep, tears staining her cheeks. She missed Momma too. As much as the little boy on the bed across from the one she was laying in.

As much as the baby in the nursery would in the future.

[alienpossession]

Snippets

Just some scribbles on how a possessed human/shapeshifted alien would behave to the human's significant others

---

He grabbed his mother's face as she keeps shouting

"To be honest, mom, I'm tired of hearing you say that I'm acting weird. In fact, I don't need to hear your opinion or even you anymore! Have a good tight sleep with pop, okay? I got a whole life ahead of me and yall be deadweight anyway,"

---

His father tried to stop him from driving away but then he rolled down his window and inhumanely lengthened his arm to grab him by the neck. In mere seconds, the father is now mere inches from his son's face, if whatever being it is can even be called as his son

"So let me set it clear, old man. I don't give a shit about what you think of me or is this your car or anyone's car. It's mine, and I'm gonna use it as I please, you hear me?"

"Now fuck off!" and with that, he lengthened his arm all the way before he dropped his father right at their front door, a good 5 metres at least from where the car is, and speed off with his best friend. What the fuck is that? thought the old man still in surprise

---

"Aww too bad you have to see me slaughter that dog, lil sis. But it's so annoying, I just need to kill that little shit. Do you wanna be like that dog next? If not, keep your mouth shut, you'll tell everyone that it's just simply gone, okay? Well, it's practically gone though, to my stomach, hahahahahah,"

---

"Hey ma, yeah, dad's a musk fag or something. Look at him enjoying my feet stink,"

His mom just stared in horror but then, as if some invisible force push her to move, she quickly kneeled and then crawled to his son's other feet.

"Yeah, stop resisting mom. I need some more servant if I want to expand even wider after all,"

---

"You haven't seen everything, old man. We're not planning to just takeover the ranchers, we want to seize the whole town, and you'll join force to help us if you still want these two sons of yours be let go, you understand? Now, set a town hall by the end of this week, we'll put some of our kind around the perimeter and after getting inside everyone, then we will release these two, you down?"

---

"Yeah, nothing's really there. What blue glowing thing sliding into me when I checked on the backyard? You are one delusional old lady, you know that, maw? I didn't even scream or rustled in the bushes, you are so silly, you know?"

As he gently caressed his neck, he then whispered

"Keep talking like that or run your mouth to other people and I will not hesitate to break your back and let you die, you get me? You saw nothing and you are just a silly delusional granny,"

---

"Yeahhh......too bad we can't let any eyewitnesses, you know? So you have to be eliminated," he said to the older man he usually helped around as he lifted him several inches above the ground before he break his neck and dropped his body to the ground

---

"Remember big bro, snitches get stiches. Or in my case, snitches get slime shoved up through their ass. Keep that runny little mouth of yours zipped or I'll make your silly gay boyfriend taken over by my friends and I'll force you to watch him squirm and shout,"

---

"You resisted for way too long and asked too much question," he said with flat expression as he grabbed his girlfriend's neck and then his hands started to morph into something hideous with thorn and scales

"Scratching you to let you know that I'm, as you suspected, not your boyfriend. But I'll make sure you won't see the daylight anymore if you are not going to cooperate with me to breed you, bitch, so shut the fuck up and just take the dick up in your ass!"

She tried to scream but he muffled her and pistoned the hardening uncut cock into her pussy in one swift penetration. Soon she'll bear the first hybrid baby that Earth ever seen

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 62 The Dog Spa Murder Spree

1000 total likes!!!

Happy to announce that the Murdle cartoon will also be posted on AO3 now! :D I don't.... think that means anything to anyone but uh yeah!

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

PERSON: [over the phone] INSPECTOR IRRATINO!! IRRATINO: JESUS FU- Heeeeeelllo! PERSON: Here, at the luxury dog spa - someone TRIED to murder a dog! They didn’t manage, but I couldn’t see who it was… with Logico gone, you’re our only hope!

Irratino does a double take. A DOG?! This can’t wait. 

IRRATINO: I’m sorry, Logico!!

Good to know he has priorities. When he arrives, Mauve, Ivory, Dusty, and a cardboard stick figure have lost their own dogs.

MAUVE: OH. Irratino. You’re going to help me now, because I’ve lost my WOOKIE. IVORY: Arr-Ro? Where’s Arr-Ro?! DUSTY: [unhinged wailing] IRRATINO: WAIT WAIT stop everybody stop. Who are you? CARDBOARD FIGURE: Oh, me. I’m Grayscale, CPA. I work in marketing. IRRATINO: … GRAYSCALE: [slow zoom-in on nonexistent face, faint bloody screaming and grinding sounds] IRRATINO: …Cool. GRAYSCALE: I’m looking for my poodle, Phoebe.

Irratino not only has to solve this murder, he needs to find his friends’ dogs, a task they cannot do themselves for some reason. First, he scrys into a fluorescent bulb, very much damaging his eyes. But all he can see is Mauve casually collecting her tears in an emerald dog bowl.

IRRATINO: Um… MAUVE: [HIIIISSSSSS]

Director Dusty is equally miserable, crying on a small bed with a cat laying on top of him.

DUSTY: I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M GONNA DO WITHOUT RUFF-RUFF.  IRRATINO: Hey, they just got lost in the complex. We’re going to find them. DUSTY: I HOPE SO… THIS OLD CAT AIN’T GOT A SPECK OF RUFF-RUFF’S CHARM…

The cat suddenly yowls, sinking its claws into his bare stomach. He lets out an ear piercing shriek.

IVORY: Oh my GOD-UH! Everyone’s so fucking LOUD, they’ll scare away all the dogs, and I NEED my ARR-RO! I know how to get him back.

She brings out a GIANT bone out of hammerspace. 

IRRATINO: WAIT! YOU CAN’T DO THAT!

A whole pack of dogs swarms her, trampling her alive! 

GRAYSCALE: [attempt at enthusiasm] Phoebe, it’s you.

He reunites with her.

GRAYSCALE: You are my only friend.

This guy is making everyone uncomfortable. But Ruff-Ruff runs by to lick Dusty’s wounds, and Mauve is greeted by a squirming noodle dog that really looks like her in a weird way.

MAUVE: WOOKIEEEEE. [picks her up] MY WOOKIE IS HERE… HAHAHAHAHAH

Irratino looks at her and she hisses again. 

Ivory is on the ground, barely conscious. She is… a lot more injured than they initially thought. But a giant shadow looms over her, and breathes directly in her face… 

IVORY: [cough] Arr-Ro? 

She reaches out and caresses his face, and promptly dies.

EVERYONE: [scream] IVORY: [sits up] UGH!! You’re so, FUCKING LOUD!!

It’s good that everyone’s reunited with their dogs, but who did the near-murder? A voicemail from Logico!

LOGICO: Hey. Inspector. I just saw on the news that you broke into Drakonia yesterday. With all due respect, ARE YOU SERIOUS?! IT’S BEEN SO FUCKING LONG, HAVE YOU EVEN BEEN CHECKING YOUR PHONE?! WHY HAVEN’T YOU CALLED BACK?! Anyway, this reminds me of that Great Dane that Editor Ivory always used to bring to meetings. I don’t know why it reminds me of that, it just does. Must be some ‘esoteric’ significance. GET. BACK. TO ME. Please~ <3

Irratino doesn’t message back. But thank god he knows Logico’s alive. And he feels a little bad for forgetting him for a day to deal with dog murder attempts.

IRRATINO: Grayscale CPA! I knew you were too basic to just be a regular guy. You tried to kill a DOG! GRAYSCALE: Ok, you got me. I’ll make a deal with you. If you let me off with a warning, I’ll tell you where you can find a lead about Logico’s disappearance. IRRATINO: Sure.

Grayscale gives the goat lord a map. Irratino gives the gray man an arrest! He’s dragged away in handcuffs.

GRAYSCALE: But we had a deal. IRRATINO: [deep cowboy voice] I don’t negotiate with wannabe dog murderers. GRAYSCALE: I wasn’t even going to murder the dog. I just-

Nobody cares.

The end!

Hoping the cartoon can reach a wider audience on AO3, there seems to be a lot of Murdle fanfics there

And apologies for not reading much if any fanfiction myself. I feel like I'm obligated to, it's just I uh

I'm scared and I don't want to

(I'll read it if my friends made it lol)

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!