#then I decided nah I want to mix and match again

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 1, day 20

I have succeeded in making mostly invisible progress! Specifically, I went back to, well, almost all of the individual drawings and re-did them in an effort to make Cuff less... jiggly. It didn't work, but along the way I came up with an idea for how I might possibly keep him sufficiently skrunkly and solid! :D

Basically: put every single Cuff loop on its own individual animation layer :) That should help me keep them consistent in size and shape. Idk if that will make more or less work for me, but I care less about that (because I find this process fun) and more about whether or not it will work. And it should! Maybe! In theory! We'll find out together :D 💜

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Steve wants a red accent wall in their apartment and wants Bucky to pick out the shade of red. So, Bucky sets Steve up sitting against the wall, cock and balls exposed. He pulls up a spanking machine and line it up so that it’ll hit Steve’s balls square on.

He holds up a handful of red paint swatches. “The wall will be the color of your balls when you come just from having them smacked.” Steve gets a blindfold, and Bucky gets the remote control for the spanking machine.

Steve blushes real pretty whenever guests compliment their accent wall.

This has BIG "Blush Pink" by voluptuous_panic energy.

I LOVE your idea. I do! I love artist Steve, though, so my brain immediately was like, well, what if what actually happens is that Steve wants their home to look a particular way...

Steve has the eye for ✨️aesthetic✨️ He gets art. He has high. standards.

So, when he decides that their home needs an upgrade in the form of a feature wall (as is prominently boasted on many of the property renovation shows he watches as the easiest way to transform a space), Steve starts collecting swatches. He has hues of red in a near rainbow. Tints. Shades. Tones. All slightly different, so subtle that Steve and Bucky, with their enhanced vision and color vision especially, can only detect them. But, no matter what type of red Steve comes up with, asking Bucky his opinion...

Bucky looks at it for a moment, considering, before telling Steve, nah, I don't know, it's just not quite right. Something about it. Sorry, hun.

At first, Steve doesn't think too much of it. Sure, whatever, he's allowed to not like a color. Besides, it's their apartment, so the color needs to strike a balance--it needs to be every day, and it needs to be calming, not angry, but it needs to be intimate, too. Yet. Bucky is so, so suddenly particular. It's suspicious.

Slowly, it hits Steve.

Bucky has never in his life cared so much about a color before. He's complained about Steve's particular eye for color before, even. Moaning over, why can't you just settle on a couch already! C'mon, this one is fine! It's a nice color, a good blue, how does it clash with the carpet again? The neutral carpet. Huh? He's watched Steve mix colors for embarrassingly long periods of time and scoffed, Stevie, I think I just found out why you're crazy. You're spending too much fucking time chasing colors. What's wrong with what you have there? It's fine. That's great!

Why now?

What's his reasoning? What's the game he's playing?

Now, because, apparently, Bucky wants a feature wall to match the tender, swollen, and radiating heat stain that paints Steve's skin when he's stripped down by pain. His most vulnerable, when he's whimpering and gritting his teeth but still taking more--more even when the tears start to flow over and spill down his cheeks from glassy, blue eyes that reveal his perversions toward pain so salaciously. In Bucky's decided mind, the feature wall red has to match the agonizing-pleasure red of Steve's denied and tortured balls with splashes of complimentary hues. CBT carnelian red to go with... squirming embarrassed bubblegum pink, often gracing his high cheekbones, dusted down his neck and across his chest. Spanked raw watermelon pink, sprawled over the acres of normally unblemished, pale skin from his backside down his strong thighs. Sweet dusted rose pink nipples before they're bitten and teased and tugged into aching points of near-raw ruby. Even hints of face-fucked carnation red for his swollen, glistening, and used lips.

There's pieces of Steve when he's most debauched all throughout their home. Sprinkled, pieces fallen like petals from a rose, spread in anticipation for an intimate night... a night much more soft than anything Bucky and Steve would indulge in.

Still, the colors are only explicit and sensual to them; innocent and surprising to anyone else--two big, hulking men with an apartment that's a swirl of off-whites and cremes amidst pinks and reds like strawberry swirl ice cream. Sweet.

Not really.

Nothing could be less sweet than what Bucky's done, how he's incorporated Steve's pleasure into their space. It's devious.

The wall, of course--once Bucky has finally had enough swatches and taken enough photos of Steve's denied, aching balls, wearing him down to nothing but that single agonizing point of hungry flesh--is a proud red. But there's more. A scented candle or two in various pinks. Throw pillows and blankets. The abstracted art on the walls, reminiscent of sunsets and spilled rosé after a night off too much fun and side-splitting giggles. A vase sitting on the coffee table, larger, and a smaller one on the side table, holding the fresh flowers Natasha brings them when she visits.

Steve can't stand any compliment on their home with the updates. Anything and everything makes him blush like crazy because it all reminds him of the way Bucky breaks him. Especially that fucking wall, though. Jesus Christ. You wouldn't believe all that's been done to him to get those colors just so.

Torture. Exquisite torture that bleeds through him like white-hot electricity, shocking his muscles and leaving him to convulse. It's incredible. No one treats him like Bucky treats him. Bucky's rough and good and doesn't stop until Steve has forgotten his own name three times over.

Guh.

Steve's gonna stop fucking inviting people over. It's for the best anyway, with fewer people wandering in and less time spent on hosting, there will be much more time for sex on the couch, against that damn wall, or, hell, pressed to the window, maybe even shoving the coffee table out of the way to be taken on the floor, Bucky's hips hitting his ass until Steve's backside matches the throw pillows on the couch and he's painting the floor white, totally untouched and screaming. Without guests, Bucky can take him apart in their living room and ruin their nice, homey décor with suspicious stains and helpless rips and more.

[thatonetwig]

So I imagine Void as a bit of a picky eater...

...

"Hello! What can I get started for you two?", the waiter said as he took out his notepad.

"Uhh, Void, you wanna go first? I'm still deciding.", Hood said, looking up and down his menu.

"No problem.", Void replied.

"So uhh...can I get the chi- no, wait. The- nah. Not that either.", Void muttered as he scanned the menu.

After a few moments of Void correcting himself, Hood looked up from his menu at him with a confused and annoyed glare.

...

("Void, you do this every time."), Hood whispered to him.

("Why don't you order for me then?! You know what I like!"), Void muttered back.

"Should I give you gentlemen some more time?", the waiter said.

"Nah. He'll just have a cup of sparkling wine and a baked mac and cheese. Extra crispy.", Hood said with a sigh.

"Got that! And for you, sir?"

"I'll get the chicken and waffles, please. Do you guys have Red Bull by any chance?", Hood asked. He noticed that Void had cringed slightly when he had ordered the chicken and waffles.

"We do! Alright! Your orders will be out soon!", the waiter said before leaving.

Once he left, Void let out a sigh and began playing with the fork on the table.

"Hood, I don't get ya sometimes.", Void said.

"Huh? What do you mean?", Hood asked, confused.

"How're you able to try all of these weird combinations and all of that? Why don't you just stick with what you're used to like I do?", Void replied.

"Well, sometimes you just gotta have an open mind, you know? You'll never know if you like it!", Hood said encouragingly.

"But...it's just so...weird, you know? What happens if I don't like it?", Void said.

"Then that's okay! You can just keep trying until you find one you like!", Hood replied.

"That's easy for you to say.", Void said.

Hood looked down at the table before suddenly getting an idea.

"Here, I'll tell you what. I'll let you try my food when it gets here. How's that sound?", Hood suggested.

"What? That...stuff? No wa-"

"I promise I'll never bother you about this again if you don't like it.", Hood interrupted as he took Void's hand and held it in his own.

He thought for a few moments while staring down at the table.

"Fine."

A few minutes later, the waiter came back with their dishes.

"Here you two go! I hope you enjoy your meals!"

"Thanks man. Appreciate it.", Hood said before the waiter walked off.

Once he was gone, Hood swapped Void's food with his own.

"Go on. Try it.", he said as he poured some syrup onto the waffles.

Void stared down at the odd combination in front of him with a mix of nervousness and disgust.

"On second thought...I dunno if I want to do this.", Void said.

Before he could back out of it, Hood thought of a way to get him to cave in.

"Oh, what's wrong? Is the greatest pop star in the universe no match for some chicken and waffles?", Hood said, taunting his ego.

"W-what?! No way! I ain't scared! Just watch!", Void said as he grabbed a fork.

With no more hesitation, Void cut a bit of the waffle off while grabbing a piece of fried chicken and shoving both of them into his mouth at once.

He stared at Hood with a smug look while chewing before his eyes suddenly widened.

"So? How do you like it?", Hood asked, raising a brow.

Without a word, Void brought Hood's plate closer to him.

"Eh?"

"You can have that now. I like this.", Void said before he proceeded to tear into the rest of the meal.

"Wait, but-!", Hood tried to protest, but it was too late.

He then looked down at the cup of wine and baked mac and cheese in front of him.

"Uhh..."

"What's wrong, Hood? I thought it was good to have an, "open mind?", Void said as he looked up from his food while making air quotations.

"Hey!", Hood shouted.

...

I had chicken and waffles for the first time today and just had to write this.

[dancingtotuyo]

Scathed (Javier Peña) Chapter 4

As my friend Ashley put it, "The hip really is the main character."

Comments are always welcome! I love hearing your thoughts and reactions!

Rating: Mature (Again probably more like pg-13 but with language)

Chapter Warnings: death, celebration of death (Padblo Escobar's), brief mentions of the violence in Colombia, mentions (no descriptions) of rape, kidnapping, & abuse. Mentions of power dynamics and underage- age gap, anxious stream of consciousness, anxiety/panic attack

Words: 2,817

Series Master List | Author Master List

Journal Entry December 3, 1993

Pablo Escobar was killed yesterday. Dad’s having guys from the office come over tonight for drinks.

It seems weird to celebrate death like this, but I also understand it. Escobar was responsible for the death of countless people. I wonder if I would sleep better at night if Mig He was dead.  

 “Emily, can you grab the poppers out of the oven?” Anna asked as she busied herself over a mixing bowl.

 “Yeah, of course.” Emily threw on the oven mitts. “Is Dad expecting the entire DEA or something?”

 “Or something,” Anna sighed. “You’d think it was Thanksgiving or something. I think he thinks this will double as the office Christmas party.”

 “Good, one less thing to host.” Emily rolled her eyes. “Speaking of which, this is his party, where is he?”

 “He’s out grilling.” Anna pushed two pans of dessert into the fridge to set. “Have you decided if you’re going to stay out with us? I know these aren’t your favorite things.”

 Emily shrugged. “I might, but I know there’ll be a lot of shop talk.”

 “Kids all taken care of?”

 “Ale and Miguelito are at Jen’s for the night and Mateo is out with the sitter. I think they were going to the movies. I’m sure he’ll be passed out when they get back.”

 “Don’t push yourself, okay? Choose what’s going to make you enjoy the night best. You don’t get the night off very often.”

 Emily nodded. “At the very least, I’m going to eat some of this delicious food.” She grabbed a cracker off the plate Anna was working on. She smacked Emily’s hand.

“Emily Louise, párale!”

Emily grinned. “Tengo hambre, mamá.”

Anna rolled her eyes, but Emily could see the smile threatening to break on her face. Anna always smiled when Emily referred to her as mom. She swiped another cracker. Anna pinched at Emily’s side hitting her ticklish spot. She jerked back in laughter.

Someone knocked on the door. Anna frowned. “No one is supposed to be here for 30 minutes.”

 “I’ll get it. There’s no way it’s anyone from the DEA. They’re always late.” Emily headed for the door. “I’m guessing it’s the babysitter. Mateo probably left something behind.”

 She checked out the window. It wasn’t the babysitter. Her eyes fell on a pair of too-tight jeans and a hand resting on a popped-out hip. She opened the door. “Javier?”

 He looked almost surprised to see her. “Emily, Hi.” He wore a dark leather jacket and a flannel that was appropriately buttoned for once.  

 “I didn’t know my dad invited you.”

 “It’s good to see you too.” His lips tipped up.

 “Sorry, that was rude. Come on in.” She stepped aside. “You’re early.”

 “I can leave and come back if you want.” He pointed toward the door.

 Emily sighed, fighting back her smile. “Nah, we’ll just put you to work.”

 “No, we will not! He is our guest!” Anna called from the kitchen.

 “I didn’t know she could hear us.”

 Javier lowered his tone. “She sounds stressed.”

 Emily matched his volume. “She is.”

 Their shared laughter turned into awkwardness that hung above them like a cloud. It was a weird thing to open up to a person and then not talk for a while. What do you say? Thanks for listening to my trauma. The right words felt unachievable.

 “My dad is out back. You can put the whiskey in the kitchen.”

 “I was planning to hold onto this all night. No need to dirty a cup. It is a celebration you know…”

 “Yeah.” She forced a smile. It didn’t convince either of them.

...

 “Okay, okay,” Walt Breslin spoke, hushing the small group of agents. One would’ve thought the group was much larger from their sheer volume. He raised his cup in the air. “To another motherfuckin’ drug trafficker in the grave.”

 “Here, here.” The group chorused. Glasses clinked against each other. Discussion rose up.

 Emily stared at the group from a distance, her back pressed to the wall. The label of her soda felt gritty under the back and forth of her finger. They wore satirically large grins on their faces as if they’d chased after Escobar themselves. Yet the one person who had, wasn’t even with the group. She didn’t know where Javier had disappeared to, only that he was still here. His leather jacket hung by the door, and she could just see his untouched bottle of whiskey on the end of the kitchen counter.

 Fucking Walt Breslin. He couldn’t stand that he was stateside when he-who-shall-not-be-named was arrested, and now Javier was here the night they were celebrating Escobar’s death. It must have been driving him mad.

 In all fairness, Emily didn’t think Walt was a bad guy, but she felt uncomfortable around him more so than she did the other men her dad worked with. Walt knew most of the truth. Her father’s right-hand man, he was on the tarmac when her plane landed in Texas that night. He knew the parentage of her children and whose bed she’d warmed. She felt that judgment from him, whether it was there or not.

 She’d hit her limit. If she hung out here much longer, she’d be fighting an anxiety attack, even now her chest ached with tension. She disappeared down the dark hallway toward her room. Emily pulled the crochet blanket she made off her bed and around her shoulders. She slipped past the intoxicated DEA agents and out the back door, grabbing Javier’s bottle of whiskey on her way out. The door shut behind her and all was right in the world.

 “We have to stop meeting like this.”

 The whiskey bottle hit the group. She jumped to avoid getting her toes smashed. “Fuck. You gotta stop scaring the shit out of me, Javier.”

 “How else am I supposed to let you know I’m out here?”

 Emily rolled her eyes as she felt around for the bottle. Her fingers connected with the cool glass. It was surprisingly still intact.

 She walked over to Javier. A cigarette glowed between his fingers. “Careful with my whiskey.”

 He sat on the bench swing, her spot. It was big enough for two, but just two. If she sat, their shoulders would touch, probably their legs too.

 “Y’all’s patio furniture is more comfortable than ours. This one has a cushion for my ass.”  He wiggled in his seat for emphasis. “I gotta get me some of these.”

 Emily plucked the cigarette from his grasp. She savored the pull before handing it back to Javier.

 “Please help yourself.”

 “You were going to offer anyway.”

 “Would be rude not to.”

 Emily twisted the top off the whiskey. She brought the bottle to her lips and took a long sip.

 Javier’s eyes widened, the moonlight flickered off of them as he did. “I was going to say that you look like you’re doing well.”

 She removed her lips with a pop. The whiskey sloshed within the glass bottle. “You look like shit.”

 “Would you like a glass?”

 “No need to dirty a cup.” Her lips ticked upward.

  He shook his head, putting the cigarette between his lips.  She tipped the bottle back again.

 “Might wanna slow down there. It’s a school night.”

 Emily stopped. She cocked her head to the side and just looked at Javier. So much of the time, she felt like a newborn foal, timid and shaky on its legs. Something else was growing inside her. She felt like an untamed horse, wild and reckless, stomping down fear and anxiety. Maybe it was the whiskey or maybe frustrations outran her anxiety for once. She did something that terrified her. She plopped herself down on the bench swing next to Javier.

 Their shoulders brushed and she let them, separated by the thick crochet blanket hanging around her shoulders. It helped. She crossed her legs so they didn't touch him. Javier looked at her. She kept her eyes straight ahead.

 “Why aren’t you celebrating?” She pulled the bottle back to her lips.

 “I am.”

 “No.” Emily looked at him. “You’re sulking.”

 Javier sighed. He grabbed the whiskey bottle from Emily’s hands. He drank from the bottle looking at her the whole time.

 “Thought it would feel different…” He handed the bottle back to her. “But people are still dead. Nothing is going to change that.” He closed his eyes, pictures flashing behind his eyelids. So many people. He ran a hand through his hair. Some he’d been responsible for, people he knew.

 “I don’t think true justice exists…” She picked at the whiskey label. “He would’ve died thousands of deaths in all the ways he ordered it. He’d know all the pain and grief and trauma and all of its intricacies that he’s responsible for inflicting.”

 Emily lifted the bottle. Javier stopped her. He took it and set it on the ground. She stared at her empty hands

 “Do you wish He was dead?”

 They were no longer talking about Escobar.

 “Sometimes I think it would help. I always hear he was brought to justice. He’s going to rot in prison for what he did.” Her hands shook. She clenched them. “But not for kidnapping, or abuse, or rape-” Her eyes turned glassy.

 Javier sucked in. He’d assumed. It wasn’t a stretch by any means, but hearing it struck something deep down.

 “It’s okay that my story isn’t known. I prefer it that way, and I know there’s a slim chance he’d actually be convicted of anything he did to me, but there’s not a lot of closure because of it.”

 “I think closure is a scam because if this is it, it sucks.” Javier picked the bottle back up. He gave it to her first.

 She thanked him as she tipped it back. “If you want to get real existential about it, they’re all just made-up concepts: justice, closure, and all their friends.”

 He took the liquor. “That hurts my head.”

 Emily laughed. “I know.”

 Cicadas sang around them. Emily picked up on the faint sound of laughter inside the house.  

 “How-” Javier stopped himself. It wasn’t his place to ask.

 “Hmmm?”

 “Nothing, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

 Emily bit her lip. “Were you going to ask how it happened?”

 Javier looked away. He felt bad for bringing it up.

 “It’s okay… It piques curiosity.”

 “It seems like something you don’t like to talk about.”

 She took a deep breath. “I was 15. My mom took us on vacation to Mexico. We stayed in the hotel He owned. My mother was all too thrilled when the rich hotel owner started taking a liking to me, and I-” her voice quivered. She picked at her jeans. “I was too young to know any better.”

 She slid her palm in a long single motion down her thigh. Javier could only imagine the pictures running through her mind.

 “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

 She shook her head. Her motions continued. She was quickly drifting away from this. Her breathing quickened.

 “Give me your hand.” He held out his hand.

 She stilled, staring at it like it was a grenade. She could feel the warmth from it, but he didn’t touch her. Her lungs trapped the air in her chest. He looked at her for permission. She managed the briefest nod and extended her hand.

 His thumbs dug into her palm. It almost hurt, but not quite. It brought her off the edge saving her from falling into a cloud of memories.

 He lowered their hands just above her knee. His fingers edged over her jeans. He could feel her muscles move and twitch beneath him. He gently increased the pressure. Her knee stopped bouncing. Her shoulders dropped, and her lungs released.

 His thumb moved back and forth with long, firm strokes. It grounded her, made her feel less detached from the world, and chased the panic away.

 Javier’s eyes were still trained on her. She looked at him. The words came out quiet. “Thank you.”

 He nodded. “Feel better?”

 Every voice in her head screamed and fought, but her body relaxed. “Yeah.”

 He didn’t move his hand, and she didn’t want him to. They stared up at the December sky. Javier slowly eased his motions until his fingers stilled against her jeans. The whiskey hummed through her body, making everything feel warm around her.

 She tilted her head to the side. “How is it that you know exactly how to handle me?”

 “Handle you?” Javier’s lips ticked upward.

 “You know what I mean.”

 He took a moment to contemplate his answer. His forefinger thumped against her kneecap. Emily watched it. She still couldn’t believe her body allowed this to happen. She felt a little less broken.

 “I know we went through different things, but-” He stopped. They locked eyes. “People should make sure you’re okay.”

 “I’m never okay, Javier.”

 “I know.”

 “Neither are you.”

 He looked back at the stars. His Adam's apple bobbed. His hand disappeared from her knee leaving a rush of cold in its wake.

 “I’m not a good person.”

 “So you’ve said.”

 “You don’t believe it?”

 “You know what I think.”  

 “My family thinks I’m this big hero.”

 “Do you want to be a hero?” Emily wrapped the thick blanket tighter around herself. She shifted and their contact lessened.

 Javier bit his lip. “I want to do things the right way.”

 “You want to go back.”

 “I don’t know.”

 “I can see it. You’re already thinking about who’s going to pick up where Escobar left off.”

 Javier bristled. “And what are you thinking about?” It came out a little shorter than he wanted it to.

 Emily took it in stride. “Right now, I’m thinking that I can still hear everyone in the house which means no one is missing us, but nobody’s left. I know that Mateo is sound asleep in his bed. That I should probably go check on him. Not because I think there’s anything wrong, but because there’s this all-consuming need to lay eyes on him so that I can assure myself everything is right. Ale and Miguelito are gone for the night. They’re with people I trust implicitly, but I’m still expecting the phone to ring and say something has happened.”

 Javier bit his lip.

 “On a normal day, I’m wondering if Felix will get out and try to get us back. I’m not that far from the border, or will it be someone coming after us because they don’t want a child of His posing a threat.” The words tumbled out in growing succession. “Or maybe they’ll get bored and do it just for fun. Maybe it’s all irrational because we’ve been here for so long, and many of the people who know about us are dead, but what if someone has kept tabs on us all this time? What if I can’t get better? What if I get worse and I can’t be there for my kids? How can I be a good mother when I don't even feel like a whole-”

 He reached for her knee again. Emily smacked it away. “Just because you’ve touched me once doesn’t mean you can do it again, Javier Peña.” She sprung off the seat, her chest heaving. Wildness burned in her eyes. It was getting harder to pull air in.

 “Shit.” She sank to the ground. Her chest ached as she struggled to breathe. She pulled the blanket tight for pressure as she curled into a ball. Her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on her breathing. It wasn’t getting any easier.

 Javier was trained to handle crises to operate under pressure, but he froze. His hands were useless. His feet carried him through the backdoor.

 Anna was in the kitchen drying dishes. “Javier? I didn’t know you were still here.”

 “Umm.” He pointed haphazardly toward the backyard. Why was he out of breath?

 “What’s wrong?” Anna set the dishes down.

 His tongue felt heavy and dry in his mouth, unable to form shapes and sounds. Laughter roared like a freight train from the living room.

 “Javier,” Anna said firmly. It snapped through the fog.

 “Emily.”

 Anna’s eyes darted toward the door. “Shit..” She moved instantly. “Panic attack?”

 “I-” was that what it was? How was he supposed to know what a panic attack looked like? “I think-”

 Anna was already out the door. He followed her tracks.

 He watched as Anna kneeled beside her. He couldn’t hear what she said in Emily’s ear. She didn’t move. Anna rubbed her hands over Emily’s back. Javier lost track of how long he watched. She eventually rested her head on Anna's lap. He imagined the tears on her cheeks, but he knew they were there.

 He’d done that. He’d pushed her.

 Guilt settled on his shoulders. Just another weight to carry.

 Javier slipped out the back gate

[matchalilly]

This gaming series has always had a special place in my heart for more reasons than one.

In middle school and high-school it was my shit played more co op than campaign in college cause I had a solid group of friends I'd hop on with.

But as a military brat I got the biggest crush on Mactavish when I was a tween, irritated the hell out of my bf at the time to the point he'd start snarky arguments about how I gush over a scottsman when his Irish ass is right there granted we'd laugh about it cause I'd point out how stupid it was that he's getting bent over a video game character, his ma would even join in saying just wait maybe an actual Scottish boy will swipe me from him.

As much as he gave me shit over Soap certain parts of the game hit him hard too.

We mutually broke up before high school, still hung out and gamed together but he decided he was going to join the army after graduating and didn't want me stuck worrying constantly, even though I expressed my interest in joining the marines like my dad.

That started up a whole new 'dig at each other' playfully of course both of us came from military families him strictly army me a mix of marine, army, and navy.

Dad was against his only baby girl joining the military and I just said alright ill just do some form of art than, ended up taking international culinary courses and cosplay ended up unironacally making military friends regardless.

You'd be surprised how many service men and women I've met in the cosplay community not to mention lawyers and doctors, even dentists it's wild honestly but it's neat, and some of them would play with me on CoD just to keep in touch. We'd joke and shit on each other and shit on the occasional teams that would be toxic in the lobby after losing the match to a team mixed with chicks and guys and would scream hacks.

Long and short of it this game is a staple in many special memories for me. It isn't just a game I play for the fun of it, I've made friends, connections and sometimes we all hop on just to chat in the lobby not even going into game. We would just sit cracking jokes and go back and forth if we wanted to hop in a match and go naaaaaaaaaah not tonight, got work or nah I have morning classes or mmm gotta be at base early or I would, ect you get the idea life stuff.

Now I'm back in it watching my friend that's never played a shooter in her life enjoying co op and the campaign and its the best thing to see.

She's a Konig girl and gets shitty that he's not in it much and me and my other pal just laugh and tell her he wasn't in the old games much either, nothing new better get used to relying on the simping fandom for her Konig material.

She even went and started a fanfiction and asks me all kinds of questions, although she had the audacity to call Ghost mean and I'm just like girl how dare 😤

Seriously don't know why people think he's mean, clearly they haven't heard his glorious dad jokes dudes just a hardened soldier.

But she adores Soap too so we chat often about him or she'll gush about Konig or send me mass GhostSoap pictures and I'm just like wow you found that side of the Fandom took you long enough 😆

Even my military hubby joins us cause he grew up playing the games too. Imagine his suprise one year when he came home from a deployment catching his wife playing CoD not knowing I even had an interest in the game.

That was a fun conversation our first year married.

Sat and watched him start the new campaign last night and I was so frustrated that he purposely would get Price killed just to rile me up (even detonated himself at one point) before restarting the mission and say 'imma do it again' only for me to tell him to leave the old man alone and actually do the damn mission.

Sorry not sorry felt like reminiscing, tis the season of recalling fond memories.

[mylittlemenandme]

PRESENT TENTH

Right. Let's try this again shall we?

So, with 10th edition dropping at the end of June, I decided I wanted to get some games in early doors to get a handle on the new rules. With this in mind I reached out to the community to see if anyone fancied playing in the launch week, expecting a handful of us to get together somewhere.

I ended up organising a weekend-long event at the start of July in Nottingham (at the fantastic LeadBelt Games Arena) for 18 people, including helping order the new index cards packs and Leviathan mission deck for those that wanted them. It turned out pretty good! I only got extremely stressed out! It was actually a really good weekend - lots of games played, a wide variety of beautiful armies on show, a good mix of different sized games plus some with the new Combat Patrol rules as well.

I personally got in two 1000pt games against Genestealer Cults and Necrons (two defeats, including the Necrons winning by a single point with one of the new Gambits), a 2000pt game against the Aeldari (a narrow victory for me), and a Combat Patrol game against the Adepta Sororitas. It meant that I ticked all the boxes I had for the weekend - at least four games, all different opponents, at least one game of Combat Patrol, use every model I had painted across all of the games, and try out the Space Wolves and Gladius detachment rules.

And the verdict was: 10th edition is good! So good that, when it came to the last round of the local Crusade league that was still ongoing at the time, we were asked if we wanted to continue playing with the 9th edition rules or drop. So, I dropped. The thought of going from simplified datasheets, army and detachment rules and stratagems on a handful of index cards back to juggling rules and 61(!) stratagems from four different books… nah, ta. I mean, it was still a difficult decision to make - I missed the last round of games from my first Crusade league due to a positive Covid test, and now I was missing the end of this one as well - but it just seemed like too much of a faff.

Hobby-wise I fully stepped into my idea of building and priming while it is nice weather, and painting and building during the winter months - over 2000 points of marines either primed or part-painted, including two big(ish) vehicles with the Repulsor and Impulsor in there, ready for painting when the nights draw in.

One of these primed models I managed to get finished in time for my second game of the new Crusade league, my new Lieutenant with Combi-weapon (I used my Secret Santa gift as a proxy in the first game).

I'm going to post up the after-match stories I wrote up for the previous league - I incorporated the fact I ended it early through the idea of my army being pulled out to fight the incoming Leviathan hive fleet invasion. And with the new league turning out to be set during said invasion, I'm using this as a chance to continue their story. And this one I intend to see it through to the end!

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Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

Take a Taste: with Uncle John's Chili Con Empanada and Sprite Lemon Plus [Recorded: Mar 30th, 2024]

Hello! It’s time for another “Take a Taste”! The series is about delicious food with my two paper dolls.

Today, it's time to share my food thoughts from the past month of March 30th, 2024; "Black Saturday" on Holy Week 🙏✝️. Once again, I break the "Holy Week" ❌🥩 rules because I ate the Chili Con Empanada from Uncle John's (formerly named: "Ministop Philippines") 🌶️🥟, with a refreshing drink of Sprite Lemon Plus in a can 🍋🥫. So, how's it taste of the Empanada from Uncle John's? 🤔 Let's find out, right now.

If you haven’t seen my previous episode, then please click → [CLICK ME!].

IMPORTANT NOTE: No #OnThisDay throwback post for this date.

So, without further ado, let’s get started:

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• It's morning, 7:50 AM 🕖. And I'm somewhere at random Uncle John's convenience store 🇵🇭🟦🟨🏪 branch with my parents and my related family members for paying a visit at our ancestral house. But before we depart, I haven't... or WE haven't eaten breakfast by the time we arrive. So, I decided to purchase a nice hot Chili Con Empanada 🌶️🥟 worth ₱35, and a nice refreshing Sprite Lemon Plus 🍋🥫. in a can worth ₱45 (₱33 in the original suggested retail price)? I'm not sure but, I haven't tried it yet, aside from the only default Sprite flavor. 🤔

Did you know #1: I remember drinking the limited edition of "Sprite Lebron's Mix"? Yup, a collaborate with NBA superstar, LeBron James and Sprite. Which, by the way, I don't know much about NBA nor watching NBA matches because I'm not a basketball fan. ❌🏀🤷‍♀️ Nevertheless, as far as I know, this one tastes like authentic cherry flavor fused with Sprite's flavor, and I was surprised that this flavor Sprite drink was so good, I wish it'll be returned, soon as a normal production rather than limited. Man, I missed it, so much. 🍋🍒🥫😃😋

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• Nonetheless, here's my first bite of the Chili Con Empanada. It is spicy yet very juicy with all the meaty goodness inside. 😃😋 But, is it hot though? 🤔 Nah, not at all. I can't help myself eating it, and I should order two Empanadas (of the same flavor). Here you two, want some? It is delicious! 😋

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• Now, what about the Sprite Lemon Plus? 🍋🥫🤔 For my taste, it's the same taste as the OG Sprite, unlike the "Lebron's Mix" cherry flavor. And if you want a take a peek at the color of the "Sprite Lemon Plus", I'd say it slightly yellowish blur color instead of the clear carbonate that we all know. To be honest, the appearance of the Lemon Plus is something that came out of dishwater with a dash of lemonade fruit that was squeezed in. I don't know, who knows? 🤷‍♀️ If only I had bought a glass to see the color, or maybe a plastic cup in my bag, or maybe I should it bought the plastic bottle format. 🤷‍♀️ Anyways, it says here that the "Sprite Lemon Plus" had a zesty lemon flavor, sharp fizz, caffeine, and vitamin B3. Yes, this Lemon Plus has indeed put "Caffeine" on a yellowish color carbonated drink. It's a Sprite with a little dash of Energy Drink, basically (I guess). 🍋⚡🥫 Looks like, I want a go another round of Sprite Lemon Plus, and see if I compare to the OG Sprite and the well-known Coca-Cola for the caffeine taste. Maybe, someday. 🤔

Did you know #2: That "Uncle John's" 🇵🇭🟦🟨🏪 convenience store used to be "MiniStop Philippines"? The latter was launched in 2000, until September 2022 owing to the death of former RRHI (that's "Robinsons Retail Holdings, Inc.", by the way) founder John Gokongwei, Jr. ✝️🧑‍💼, as well as the ending partnership of "Ministop Co." and "Mitsubishi Corporation" of Japan 🇯🇵🏢. Thus, the entire branches of "MiniStop" Philippines are now renamed to "Uncle John's" already effected by July 1st, 2023. Meanwhile, the OG "Ministop" still operates today in selected Asian regions outside Japan like Kazakhstan 🇰🇿, South Korea 🇰🇷, Viet Nam 🇻🇳 (our neighbor Southeast Asia country), and China 🇨🇳.

Overall:

• It's a solid breakfast meal! I dig the Chili Con Empanada over the greasy chicken sandwich that I've tasted before, in my previous topic. 🌶️🥟😋👍 And regardless of my thoughts of Sprite Lemon Plus, it is pretty damn refreshing. 🍋⚡🥫😋👍 And as I said, I will do a comparison between the OG Sprite for the color, and the OG Coca-Cola as well for the caffeine effect, in my next topic. Yup, this is going to be a "Sugar Rush" of soda test, I suppose. 🥤

BTW: This WASN'T the only meal I munch on because I have another meal on the same date as before. So, stay tuned for that. 😉

Well, that's all for now. 😊

If you haven’t seen my previous episodes, then I’ll provide some links down below.↓😉

Take a Taste:

○ 2021 Food Reviews: ○

• Popeyes U.S. Spicy Chicken Sandwich [Dec 6, 2021]

• Jollibee Chick'nwich & Crisscut Fries [Dec 21, 2021]: Part 1 [CLICK ME! #1], Part 2 [CLICK ME! #2]

○ 2022 Food Reviews: ○

• Mini Stop Chicken Fillet XL Sandwich [Feb 7, 2022]

• Minute Burger Cheese Burger(s) [Mar 1, 2022]

• Pepper Lunch Teriyaki Beef Pepper Rice w/ Egg (& Honey Brown Sauce) [Mar 5, 2022]

• Bacsilog’s Sulit Combo Bacon-Tocino & Samgyup Day’s Pork Herbs [Mar 12, 2022]

• Burger King Whopper w/ Sides & Drink [May 6, 2022]

• Marshmello’s Limited Edition Coca-Cola Zero [Aug 26, 2022]

• Cheesy Burger McDo with Lettuce & Tomatoes Meal [Recorded: Sept 16, 2022]

• Mcdonald’s PH McSpicy & Apple Pie (featuring their World Famous Fries) [Nov 14, 2022]

• Mcdonald’s McCrispy Hamonado Sandwich [Dec 31st, 2022]

○ 2023 Food Reviews: ○

• Foods from Delicious Restaurant & 1919 Grand Cafe [Jan 8th, 2023]

• Homemade Churros by my lil’ bro [Feb 12th, 2023]

• Lugaw Sisig from Mang Boy Alfredo Lugawan Restaurant [Recorded: Feb 18th, 2023]

• La Prato Stakehouse [Recorded: Apr 10th, 2023]

• Salt ‘n Light Snack Shack’s Cheesy Bacon Burger & Fries [Recorded: Apr 14th, 2023] (Published on May 5th, 2023)

• Delicious burger meal at Tokyo Tokyo Restaurant [Recorded: May 6th, 2023]

• Delicious meals at the Valenzuela Food Fiesta Christmas Bazaar 2023 [Recorded: Dec. 10th, 2023]

○ 2024 Food Reviews: ○

• Mang Inasal Pork Sisig [Recorded: Jan 10th, 2024]

• Mr. Shaw Shawarma Rice [Recorded: Mar 24th, 2024]

• Mang Inasal's Chicken Inasal - Pecho (Chicken Breast) [Recorded: Mar 26th, 2024]

• Samgyupsal dinner night at the Samgyup Mukbang restaurant [Recorded: May 12th, 2024]

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Forced To Believe Chapter 47- Armageddon

Chapter Summary: Morgan and The Wyatts take on The Shield

Words: 3,000+

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Melanie met meet up with CM Punk, to go to UFC 170. She decided to be comfortable and wore jeans, sneakers and a Simpsons shirt. After placing her hair in a high ponytail, she met up with Punk, front row for the event.

"Dude!" she beamed.

He grinned and stood up to pull her in for a hug. "Mel!"

"It's so nice to see you again!" She returned the hug. "I missed you!"

"I missed you too. Nice shirt." He chuckled as he released her.

"I blame Celeste." She giggled. 

"How you been?" They sat down in the front of the Octagon. Phil got front row seat tickets and they were going to sit with Dana White. 

"I've been doing great."

"That's cool. Hey, thanks for keeping quiet about me..." 

"No problem." She smiled

She knew he wanted to maintain a low profile after walking out of WWE. He wouldn't return phone calls or texts to anyone but his closest friends and family members. A lot of the people he's close with, including herself have been getting a lot of questions about what he is up to and why he left WWE. It was annoying but she managed to ignore them. 

"There they are." A friendly voice said as they were greeted by Dana White.

"It's good to see you! It's been a while!" Melanie grinned. "Thanks for having me sit with you. This sport is my guilty pleasure. I love it." 

"Glad to hear. Maybe you could do some MMA or UFC one day." Dana teased. 

They all laughed at the thought.

"Haha, nah, I'll stick to wrestling," she replied. "I'd probably get dropped within the first ten seconds." 

"Hey, I've seen your kicks. You're pretty good." 

"I suffered a lot from her kicks. She's badass." Phil praised. "All that training paid off." 

"Haha. Thanks, guys." She grinned. 

As the show began, they watched all the matches and then it was time for the main event. 

Melanie tweets 'Main event! Go Ronda! #TeamRousey' 

Ronda and Sara make their entrances. After they made the announcements, the match was underway. Ronda ate some shots from Sara as they headed near the fence. She watched as Ronda hit Sara with some knees to the body while Sara tried to get away from her. After another hit the the knee, Melanie cringed as Sara dropped down.

"Yikes!" Melanie exclaimed. 

Ronda landed a couple of punches before the ref stepped in and stopped the match. 

"Good stoppage," Phil said as Ronda celebrated and the crowd gave out mixed reactions. 

"Yeah." Melanie agreed. "Being caught in the liver hurts. It was a good stoppage because McMann could have really gotten hurt. Sara is an awesome fighter but the match got stopped at a good time." 

After everyone got situated, Dana went in the Octagon as Ronda got her hand raised in victory. 

"She is so awesome. So proud of her." Melanie cheered. 

After Ronda was interviewed, she left the Octagon with her crew. Phil and Melanie stood up while Ronda's crew began walking past them and congratulated Ronda for the win. Ronda was super nice and even told Melanie it was nice to meet her because she watches her in WWE. The two ended up embracing which caused their sweet moment to trend on Twitter.

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Elimination Chamber was already underway as Melanie put on her wrestling jeans, black hoodie, a black tank top that stopped before her belly button, and her black fingerless gloves. Her makeup was back looking crazy and her eye makeup looked even more sinister. 

After walking out of the Diva's locker room, she saw Jon doing pushups to warm up before the match. Once he got up to his feet, she jumped on his back and he gave her a piggyback ride.

"I can't wait for the match, tonight!" She grinned. 

"Me too." He said as she got off his back. 

"Let's kiss for good luck," Melanie said and he gave her a kiss. "Another one." He kissed her again. "Okay, five more." They both chuckled and kissed each other five more times. "I'll see you out there. Let's show them how we do it back in the Indies." 

"Damn right."

Morgan tweets 'Who am I? We'll find out tonight. #FollowTheBuzzards' 

Bray Wyatt tweets 'Don't take your guns to town son. Leave your guns at home Shield. Don't take your guns to town' 

Seth tweets 'It's getting exciting now. Think of everything we've accomplished. Born and bred for war. #SHIELDvsWyatts #BelieveInTheShield' 

Rosa tweets 'Don't underestimate me tonight. I have a few tricks up my sleeve. #DivaOnAMission #Motivation' 

The Bellas tweets 'Tonight may be the last chance to save WWEMorgan101. Shield, you gotta win. #SaveMorgan #ReleaseTheCurse' 

Natalya tweets 'Biting my nails with the Bellas while we wait to watch The Shield go at it with the Wyatts. #WakeUpMorgan' 

Celeste tweets 'Waiting for the Joker to wake up WWEMorgan101. Do whatever it takes! #GainControlMorgan #FreeMorgan' 

'In The Ring' 

'Sierra' 

'Hotel'

'India' 

'Echo' 

'Lima' 

'Delta' 

'Shield' 

"Oh~ here it comes!" King grinned as The Shield walked out through the crowd. 

"What are we gonna see?" JBL asks as Justin makes the announcements. The Shield look ready to go as the crowd cheers for them. "This is a collision of a lifetime." 

Rosa's theme came on and she got mixed reactions. 

"And introducing their tag team partner, Rosa Mendes!" Justin announced as she strutted down the ramp. 

She dyed her hair black again and wore black pants and one of her fishnet wrestling shirts. 

"Do you think The Shield like working with Rosa?" King asked. 

"Well, we heard that Rosa has been training with The Shield to prepare for this night," Cole said as he read Rosa's tweet. 

'Training with The Shield has given me a lot of info about WWEMorgan101's wrestling style. This will be a piece of cake.' 

"Looks like she's confident," JBL said as she got in the ring. 

"Are we ready to serve some justice?" Rosa grinned. 

"Just make sure you know what you're doing." Roman bluntly replied and she nodded in response.

This was serious. This wasn't a match...this isn't just some battle...it's a war. 

'We're Here.' 

The Wyatt Family and Morgan slowly walked out while Bray had a lantern in his hands. Bray sits on his rocking chair and blows out his lantern as the crowd begins to cheer. The Shield and Rosa stare down The Wyatt Family and immediately get into each other's faces while the ref stays in the middle, trying to separate things.

The crowd chants 'This is awesome!' 

"Do something, Morgan. I dare you. Hit me." Rosa provoked. "Oh wait, I mean Sister Abigail because you don't have a backbone anymore since you like to follow people now. Follower." 

Morgan continued to glare at her as she clenched her fists. She wanted to hit her but something was holding her back, unfortunately. 

Bray and Dean start to stare each other down while Dean starts pacing. 

"Make your move!" Bray yelled at him. 

"Who do you think you're talkin' to? Who do you think you're talkin' to?" Dean asked as Roman and Seth held him as the crowd began to chant 'Lets go Wyatts, lets go Shield!' 

The ref starts to calm things down while the two teams separate and go to their corners. All of a sudden, Dean turns around and attacks Bray as the crowd cheers. Roman and Seth help him out as they take control of Luke and Erick. Morgan gets speared by Rosa as she starts unloading on her and gets thrown out of the ring. The Outspoken Diva gets angry and bangs on the apron before taking her hoodie off. 

"I am totally pissed off now!" She yelled.

Rosa taunted her while The Shield threw the Wyatts out of the ring. 

"And The Shield own the ring!" Cole said as The Wyatt Family regrouped. "And Morgan does not look too happy." 

Morgan gets on the apron and so does the Wyatts as Erick gets in the ring. The Shield and Rosa try to calm down Ambrose in their corner. 

The Outspoken Diva looked on with sadness but then she felt a spark in her head as she started to remember the days when she would be the one to calm down her teammates. It started to bring back some other pleasant memories but it wasn't enough for Sister Abigail to disappear in her head and break the curse. 

Seth and Erick start off the match. Erick tries to clothesline him but Seth rolls away, quickly, like a ninja. 

Morgan showed a faint smile. Seth was such a great brother to her. She would remember their tag team moves together. She started to miss that and The Shield. She felt something else spark in her head as she began to remember more of her good times with Seth, but it still wasn't enough. 

Rollins starts hitting Erick with punches but he grabs him. Seth manages to dropkick him in the chest, sending him back to The Shield's corner. The Shield start tagging in each other, to take control of Erick. But then Erick pushes Seth down and as soon as he gets up, he gets hit with a monstrous shoulder block that sends him flying. 

Morgan cringed at the sight. "Talk about 360..." she mumbled. 

"He just bulldozed..." King began. 

"And just dragged Seth Rollins into his corner." Cole finished as The Wyatts began to take control of Rollins. 

"What do you think is going through the mind of Morgan?" JBL asked. 

"I know she's feeling a lot of emotions right now. I just hope she knows what she's doing." King said. 

Morgan shoots Rosa a death glare as she watches her hold onto Dean's arm, trying to calm him down. Rosa didn't notice the piercing look Morgan was giving her. 

"Do you see that stare, Morgan is giving Rosa? Frightening." King added

"Get your damn hands off of him..." She growled under her breath. 

Bray ran his hand through her hair. "This is your new family now. They don't deserve you, Rose. We will win this war for you. You need closure." he reassured as she nodded. 

Celeste tweets 'That glare is funny. Looks like someone may still have feelings for a certain eccentric man. Hm? WWEMorgan101' 

The Bellas tweet 'Ooh is someone jealous? WWEMorgan101. I hope you don't look at us like that. That's a scary glare.' 

"And here comes the patriarch of the Wyatt Family. The man who speaks in riddles." Cole said as Bray got tagged in and began to give Seth hard shots. 

He throws Seth to the ropes but Seth slides under his legs and tags in Roman as he gets a big pop. Bray and Roman face off as Bray yells at him. Roman hits him with a big shot in the face and starts unloading on him near the turnbuckle. As soon as the ref pulls him away from Bray, Roman gets hit with a big shot and a headbutt. He runs to the ropes but gets dropped by Roman as the crowd cheers. 

Morgan starts to think about the good times she had with Roman. Even though he told her his feelings and everything that had happened, they both decided to cherish their friendship and remain friends. She was always impressed by his recent ring work and accomplishments at Survivor Series and the Royal Rumble. Again, she felt another spark in her head, but it still wasn't enough. 

Roman picks Bray up but gets hit by a big shot. Luke tags himself in and tries to pick Roman up for a suplex, three times but Roman suplexes him instead as Morgan shows a faint smile. Roman tags in Dean as Morgan fights the urge to smile widely. Dean starts unloading on Luke in the corner until the ref pulls him back. Luke elbows Seth but gets his tank top grabbed by him as Dean pushes him back into the corner. Dean tags in Seth as he gets on his hands and knees. Seth jumps Dean's back and hits Luke in the corner and throws him to Roman as he gets dropped. 

"Big right hand, by Roman. All three members of The Shield involved." Cole said as Roman pins Luke for a 2 count. 

Rosa began jumping up and down on the apron. "Let's go, Romeo!" 

Morgan rolls her eyes at the lame nickname. The Shield continue to take control as Dean was in the ring. Erick starts yelling at Dean which catches his attention. He tries to hit him but Erick jumps down the apron and turns around to get hit with a dropkick by Luke as the crowd 'Ohs'. 

"What in the what in the world!?" King asked as Dean looked dazed. 

"When did you ever see Luke do a dropkick?" Cole asked. 

"The answer would be never," JBL said. 

Bray gets tagged in as he starts unloading on Dean. Morgan cringes as he hits Dean with a huge splash off the turnbuckle. Ambrose falls down and crawls over to the ropes, near the Wyatts' corner and rests in between the ropes. 

"This Bray Wyatt is so dangerous," Cole said. 

Morgan turns to Dean. She felt like herself a little bit and started to think of a drastic decision. She wanted to provoke him...So, she decided to kick him in the face as the crowd 'Ohs' at the impact. 

"What!? No way! That was reluctance! It had to be!" JBL called out. 

"Right!?" 

"I don't think so. Did you hear that kick!?" King exclaimed as Dean held his jaw. 

"What the hell Morgan?!" Seth called out as she shrugged.

"He had it coming. He deserved that." She explained as the ref warned her to stay away. 

"Morgan! What are you doing!? Why would you kick Dean!?" JBL shouted. 

"How that boot taste?" The Philly Diva asked as Ambrose rolled out the ring. 

If there was one thing Morgan was sure of, it would have to be that Dean doesn't let things go so easily and that's going to make him more hot and bothered in the ring. Bray looks on with delight and grins before getting out of the ring. Meanwhile, Rosa gets in the ring and starts yelling at her. 

"Rosa does not look happy," Cole said as The Outspoken Diva got in the ring but the ref held Rosa back. 

"Are you kidding me!?" She yelled as Morgan smirked and did a curtsy in a cocky way with her arms out at Rosa, amusing everyone.

"I am going to get you! You watch!" She screamed as Seth tried to calm her down with the ref. 

"Yeah, okay, okay." Morgan bluntly replied and got back on the apron. 

"Man! I cannot wait for these two to go at it! Catfight!" King grinned. 

"This is going to be a brawl. Not a catfight," JBL corrected. 

Celeste tweets 'Rolling on the floor, watching WWEMorgan101 get a little bitchy tonight. Hilarious curtsy!' 

The Bellas tweet 'OMG WWEMorgan101! Why'd you kick Dean!? And that curtsy was funny as heck. The claws are coming out' 

Fans tweet:

'OMG Is this the end for Ambrose and Morgan? She kicked the hell out of him!' 

'That curtsy was priceless! #MorgansCurtsy'

'LMAO! WWEMorgan101 is so entertaining to watch. #TheCockyCurtsy'

'Best curtsy I've seen. WWEMorgan101 is so funny!' 

'That kick looked like it hurt. Please don't tell me it's too late for Morgan.' 

'Beware Morgan, I don't think Ambrose is gonna let you get away that easily from that kick.' 

Bray throws Ambrose back in the ring while he starts laughing. 

'Okay...I think I'm ready...' Morgan thought as she tagged herself in by slapping Bray on the back

"What!?" King exclaimed while the fans looked on intently. 

"What is she up to now?" Cole questioned. 

"She is so unpredictable," King mentioned. 

The Wyatt Family turn their attention to her. Bray begins to grin and lets her have her way. Morgan slowly gets in the ring while Dean is in a corner, holding his jaw. He looks at The Wyatts and then turns to look at his former lover. 

Ambrose stands up and begins to smirk at her while the fans look on and cheer with anticipation. 

"How's that jaw?" She tapped her jaw. "Still hurting from my boot? I guess you really can't take a hit, can you?" 

"Dean! Tag me in!" Rosa put her hand out. "She needs to be taught a lesson!" 

He glanced at Rosa and walked over to her as the crowd booed. Ambrose put his hand out for her to tag herself in. She was about to slap his hand but he pulled it back and ran his hand through his hair. Rollins and Reigns looked amused as the crowd laughed. 

"What!?" Rosa yelled as he swiftly turned around. 

"Your ass is mine." Ambrose declared, pointing at Morgan. 

"Oh is it now?" Morgan smirked as he began pacing around. She watched as he stopped and stood a few feet from her. 

"Wait, why didn't he tag her in?" JBL panicked as Dean gripped his right wrist while Morgan put her hands on her hips. "Wait a minute, why are they in the ring together!? Wait a minute, why are they looking at each other like that!?" 

The crowd began to get excited again as Dean and Morgan had an intense stare down. 

"This is getting extreme. What are they gonna do!?" King asked. 

All of a sudden, Dean and Morgan get a big pop from the crowd as soon as they begin to circle around the ring. 

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. This isn't about to happen. This is NOT about to happen! They are not about to fight! They are not about to wrestle!" JBL shouted as the crowd chanted 'Yes!'. "Dean! Morgan! What are you two doing!? Stop this!" He continued to freak out. 

"I think is this what Morgan wanted!" Cole said. "This crowd is loving this. They can't wait to see these two go at it!" 

"No way, they're going to face each other!?" King yelled in a high pitched voice. 

"Are they crazy!?" JBL shouted 

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All My Ships

(with some added context sometimes)

Claire Kincaid x Jack Mccoy (Law and Order), tbh this was the first relationship I saw that made me have butterflies and squealy feelings after something bad happened to me, and made me think about entering another relationship some day. They just had this chemistry and the looks they gave each other, i hate it was never officially confirmed expect maybe in like season 9, but tbh I've never watched past a bit of season 7 cause Claire was my OG, my fashion inspo, my raison d'être.

Sybil Crawley x Tom Branson (Downton Abbey), the way they killed her off, absolutely heartbreaking I've never managed to fully watch that episode again. They deserve to be happy in Ireland with all the babies they want and her career, with the perfect husband who backs her up whenever.

Hermione Granger x Fred Weasley (Harry Potter), I can't even remember why I started liking these two, it was so long ago probably came across a fanedit or a fic by accident. I just love the funny one and serious one matching, and finding that they're actually more similar than you think. But a PSA to everyone interested in this ship, writers sometimes don't say if Fred lives or dies in their fics and getting to the end thinking these sweet characters who love each other are going to get through this with the author being pretty unclear about the final battle only to be hit with "it's been two months since Fred's death" BOOOO!!!

JJ x Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds), specifically in fics where she doesn't get in a relationship with Will, or it doesn't get to the point where they have Henry, not a huge fan of the honorary uncle/aunt then becoming the kid's stepparent trope. I also don't like to watch the show much anymore bc I worked in that field and when it's real on your desk everyday, watching that mixed with the sappy family stuff (also garcia, not a fan) is not enjoyable anymore.

Ellie Bishop x Nick Torres (NCIS), thank god a lot of their episodes were after Abby left, no offense to Abby lovers but dear god she's pushing 50 at the end, act like it??? I think I'm just into hot people bantering with each other.

Keeley Jones x Jamie Tartt or Roy Kent (Ted Lasso), we only saw J&K together at the beginning when he was more of a prick, but the new and improved Jamie I think could be a good match bc they have similar personalities. I liked Roy and Keeley together, they were really different but a lot of what each other needed. I loved pretty much everybody in that show, except Nate. Nate can go fuck himself.

Emily Rhodes x Aaron Shore (Designated Survivor), ok maybe it is just workplace romances, these guys had some banter, on opposite sides of issues, but why did the writers decide nah we're just playing she's going with Seth, no real buildup on that.

In summary: Workplaces romances, or romances that occur when two people are forced to be in the same environment. I've never had an office fling, all the men were way older than me and in much higher positions, the few that weren't yeah no thanks, or like a summer camp forced encounter thing but I live vicariously through these people having to be professional in public and absolutely smitten in private and seeing it melt through. I'm also sucker for the guy loves her more and realizes before she does.

These aren't all the ships I've liked in my life. I was in middle school during this site's most infamous shipping thing, can you guys guess what I was reading on my phone after I was supposed to be asleep? Here's an abridged list of some of the ships I've liked over the past 10ish years doing this: Sherlock/John Watson, Destiel, Doctor(10)/Rose, Dan/Phil, and those are just the really big ones that made it through the preteen fugue state, I do get a mini heart attack every time someone in my day-to-day life mentions any of these expect doctor who.

[cloveroctobers]

ess! you’re the only black writer i know that writes for fez at this moment. okay i’m not too sure if requests are opened or close but i just saw that they really had made this girl faye stay up with fez yea.. nah. anyway you could write something about how the reader would feel about this? especially if fez being her man she’s over there a lot helping with business shit and just being overall cuddly w/ fez and faye has brought up her distaste for her continual presence to fez before....

i don’t mind — fez x black! reader

A/N: it’s finally here! Also was jamming to my ex husband so that’s the song choice for this one. It all makes sense now zayn and fez/angus? have similar mannerisms to me. This could have been out sooner but tumblr was acting up yesterday so I lost motivation to write since it wouldn’t save what I tried to write!!!! After episode three and seeing the promo for the next?! I just know we’re about to see that shift into the darkness and I’m not sure I’m ready! On a lighter note, Who can really stay mad at fez is the question for this one? Anywho hope you like this *tinashe’s voice* DRA-MAMA

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In this household it was always great to give each other some space. You, Fez, and Ash were all mixed with different personalities so sometimes you all tended to clash but majority of the time you meshed well. You didn’t live with fez and ash but you might as well with how much time you spent over there. Wise words from your family who still had something to say about your whereabouts since you lived under their roof part time. You hardly had a issue getting comfortable anywhere and anything that was fez’s was basically yours.

Currently you leaned against the counter as you faced the mirror, messing around with a eyelash curler—since inward eyelashes tended to be a real bitch. You scoffed realizing fez was blessed with some nice ass eyelashes and didn’t have this issue. It was a long day and you preferred being at Fez’s than heading home for the weekend so here you were doing your own routine. Since Ash didn’t want to watch some bad reality tv series with you, he left you to do your thing while he tended to the store downstairs, and fez left to grab y’all some grub, which left you with one option:

Catering to yourself.

Skincare? Check.

Re-twisting your locs? Check.

A nicely scented epsom salt bath — after you managed to drag yourself from the couch to the bathroom, you constantly thanked your chiropractor for the suggestion every time you gained extra relief from the bath. Checky check.

You weren’t sure when you dozed off but your phone rattling against the bamboo tray you had situated in front of you was enough to snap you out of dreamland. It was simply a text from your older sis about how your grandfather (who basically got kicked out of his own crib by your Caribbean step-grandmother) was getting on her nerves as he constantly hogged the living room to blast Rick James and Teena Marie. Laughing you encouraged her to hook up with her girls tonight for some freedom, however her on and off again boyfriend was in Houston for the weekend with his side piece—figures (and your dad was down with a bad cold, so she couldn’t just leave the kids with your grandfather. I mean she could if she really wanted to but she didn’t want to traumatize her kids with that man—let’s just say that).

Moisturized body to match your refreshed Dewey skin? Better believe that’s a check!

Wiggling your thighs in the mirror on tiktok to the beat at how good you look refreshed for the night? Check check check.

Your phone buzzed again as you stopped dancing in front of the full-length mirror behind the door. Sighing you reached backwards and suddenly decided against that once you were hit with some soreness from most likely tending to your hair and walked over to the counter instead, “Samira, if you don’t take my niece and nephew somewhere else for the night—

Instead it wasn’t from your aggravated sister. It was a text from ash.

A$H🌚

🚩

Was all it said.

Tilting your head to the side you sent back multiple question marks before placing your phone in your waistband. Just as you did, you heard the front door shut and the sound of thudding coming up the steps which also made you check the time.

“It really took you that long to get Mickey D’s?” You questioned, now walking down the hallway to see a blonde sitting on the steps with a bleeding nose.

Immediately your eyes flicked to fez who stood in the space between the living room and kitchen as if he was a Robert Patterson meme.

“Uh yeah, ran into a situation on my way. Custer needed my help so I scooped up his girl, Faye. She’s gonna be staying here until things coo down.” Fez started as you quirked up a brow at the girl who was basically trying to stop the bleeding with one of her hands and sent a wave your way, “y/n, that’s Faye. Faye this is my girl, y/n.”

Sighing you walked by and snatched some paper towel off the counter, folding it so that it was layered before you popped a squat by her and held it out to her, “here girl. I don’t know what went on tonight but keep your head down, keeping your head back makes it worse.”

Faye took the towel as you walked away from her to take a seat next to fez, crossing one leg over the other, while placing a arm over the top of the chair as you looked at fez who silently began unraveling his sandwich.

“I didn’t do anything.” Faye weakly said but you just shrugged.

It wasn’t your business.

Fez gave out some house rules to Faye who was real quiet this time around but she answered so that fez knew she understood.

“…Want some of my sandwich?” Fez asked her, before he bit into it.

You didn’t even touch your food yet.

“Okay.” You could tell that cheered Faye up some, as fez scrapped the chair back to get a knife.

He cut the sandwich in half before plopping it on a paper plate. He then went over to Faye and handed it to her, who still had her back to you two. Once fez came back to your side, you were still eyeing him before he turned to meet your eyes.

“Why da hell is one your caterpillar brows orange?” He asked before his hungry behind could take a large bite out part of his meal.

Ignoring Fez you sipped at your mocha frappe real slow before you popped your tongue, “hey Faye, I just remembered aren’t you the one who said rue eats my Ginger’s ass for drugs?”

A frown sat in between fez’s brows as he side-eyed faye, “yo, you said that?”

Faye’s eyes went wide before she answered, “I—I don’t remember…Who’s rue again?”

Laughing to yourself you squeezed fez’s shoulder, “I didn’t know that was something you’re into, honey.”

“Don’t start, y/n.” Fez kissed his teeth, giving you a glance since he knew although there was a smile on your face you were a little irritated that he didn’t bother to communicate that y’all were going to have company for whoever knows how long.

Pursing your lips you raised your hands before sitting right to dig into your own food for the night. Faye could sense there was a little tension between you two but it’s not like she cared much with a towel shoved up her nose and bit into her half of a sandwich.

It was Sunday when faye decided to get too comfortable. Ash walked around here as if she didn’t exist in the first place, he had a thing about people invading his space and he definitely felt a way about it, fez didn’t talk much generally but he was one of the ones who made sure she was good with the essentials and as for you? After your debate about her presence in fez’s room the other night, you were cordial with her—she didn’t do much but lay around on the couch, cry about missing Custer, and watch powerpuff girls and riverdale while high.

You were upstairs while Fez, ash, and Faye were downstairs at the shop for majority of the day. It wasn’t until you heard Faye blabbing something to fez as they were making their way into the house.

“He’s not gonna be a problem. We don’t scare easily over here.” Fez answered as he pulled on your arm for you to move so he could sit down.

You leaned you arm across his lap as you turned your attention back to the series on the screen, “something happened down at the store?”

Fez huffed, “Nate’s bitch ass dad slid through not too long after Lexi Howard showed up. Walkin’ around like we were supposed to be scared or sum, Lexi was a little shook tho.”

“Lexi was here?” You asked, “right before mr. Jacobs? He had to be following her, he gives me major predator vibes.”

Fez nodded, “yeah even offered for ash to take her back home but she said she was fine. Waited around for a bit too.”

“Y/n,” Faye interrupted, “did you eat?”

“Yeah? A bacon grilled cheese. Why?”

“Where’s the leftovers for the rest of us?”

You lifted your head to give fez a look who he gently shook his head back and forth as you answered before turning your attention back to the television, “there isn’t any. That was my lunch, y’all were downstairs all day. If you want to cook dinner be my guest.”

“Why would I do that? You’re the one laying around like a housewife, I thought that was your job.” You heard Faye mumble.

It only took seconds for you to shoot up from your spot as you looked over the couch at Faye, who was shoving things aside in the fridge then you replied, “what did you say? Speak up.”

“Nothing.” She innocently said.

Sitting on your knees on the couch, you faced Faye who closed the fridge to place something on the counter.

“I’ve been working on my mental health journey and it seems like you’re trying to disrupt that.” You waved your fingers around in a circle, “Im sensing that you have something you need to get off your chest, so let’s talk about it instead of throwing sneak disses when you think nobody wont hear that shit.”

Faye lifted her shoulders and widened her eyes as she started preparing a sandwich, “that’s good for you. I didn’t mean anything I’m just saying it looks like you’re playing house here. Laying all up on fez while he’s literally working hard and you’re just…Don’t you have a home elsewhere? What are you nineteen? Twenty?”

“Listen,” you breathed just as fez went to rest a freckled arm across the front of your waist to hold you in place, “you’re trying to disrespect me and I don’t like it, so let me check you right quick. Just because your parents tossed you out of the trailer park to fend for yourself doesn’t mean my family did me the same way. I didn’t have a problem with you, I had a problem with your situation. Don’t worry about what the fuck I have going on when you should be worried about that hotel manager you probably murdered.” Your voice was sweet but the tone was definitely menacing.

“Ma, chill.” Fez drawled on while you side-eyed him.

You gave him the hand and rolled your four fingers to press into your thumb, basically to tell him to zip it, since you weren’t done.

Faye scrunched up her swollen lips, “I literally just said I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or whatever. You don’t have to be a bitch and bring up the hotel or my family, okay? I just really miss Custer that’s all.”

“I don’t care, that doesn’t give you a reason to talk shit to me when I didn’t do a damn thing to you. You’re temporary here and if ash and I had things our way you’d be sleeping out back next to the garbage bin.” You jabbed a thumb behind you, “but out of the kindest of my ol’ husband’s heart, you’re here.” You laughed.

Suddenly you heard sniffing as faye began chewing on her bottom lip. She tossed the butter knife on the counter and fled from the scene with a, “fuck you! I’m outta here!”

“Bye!” You waved as she ran down the steps, tripping on the last one on her way out, most likely to go down stairs to vent to the wrong person, Ash.

A smirk was on your lips as you felt eyes burning into you. Of course Fez was looking at you in disappointment.

“Whatchu do all that for?”

“She was talking reckless to me. So she can dish it but can’t take it? Not my fault. Thanks for backing me up by the way.” You plucked his arm from around your waist.

Fez watched as you untangled yourself to straighten out your shorts before you also left the room. Fez groaned as he threw his hands up before pushing off the couch to go after you.

There you were in his room, picking up your things around his room to toss into your open duffel bag you had on his bed.

“So…you’re out too?”

“Hell yeah if you’re gonna pick sides, what do I need to stay for?”

Fez was smug, “‘cause I’m your hardworking husband that’s why.”

You didn’t crack a smile at the joke but a nice middle finger went his way.

“C’mon y/n cut the shit. I’m not picking nobody’s side since it’s really not that deep to begin with. This petty shit is real stupid.” He leaned against the doorway.

You placed your hands on your chest, “so now I’m stupid?”

“Where and when did I say that?” Fez blinked, “stop trying to twist shit and shut up for a minute and let me talk.”

“Shut up?” You repeated, “who do you think you’re talking to? I’m not the faye, the one, or the two.”

Fez rolled his eyes, “didn’t we say we’re going to try to talk things out instead of blowin’ up on each other and disappearing? So put your shit down and talk then.”

“You’re lucky I don’t knock all this shit over and Faye on her ass.” You tossed your last balled up shirt into the bag before sitting on his galaxy comforter, “I already told you fez, I don’t mind any of the shit you’re doing because I like being by your side. Shit, I help take the load off for y’all even when you don’t ask from time to time. All I said was to let me know whatever is about to go down and then you bring her here two days ago and she feels like she can say whatever the fuck she wants to me? Like I’m some useless hoe? She’s confused me with herself.”

Fez sat beside you, “you don’t got to explain that shit to her. I know what you do and why you’re here. I’m deadass just doing this for Custer, you know that. And you know she don’t think too hard before she says shit either. Don’t let that girl get in your head.”

“She’s not! which is why I sent her crying. She thought just because I’m chilling during the weekend that I’m lazy and I don’t have no backbone? We’re out here catching a bag everyday! excuse me if I wanted to spend a couple of days being a bum with my other family. I’m no pussy and she’s lucky I didn’t brush her teeth with one of those bricks outside.” You hissed.

Fez snorted as he latched onto your head bringing it into his chest, “my little ruff rida.”

You rolled your eyes sending a jab into his chest for him to let go of you, “nope you don’t get to hold me, cuddle me, or anything.”

“Whatchu mean? Were we not just havin’ a moment?” He rubbed at his chest.

Getting up you snatched your bag, “I’m still going home.”

“So what? you’re still mad at me?”

“I don’t like her energy and if I stay here any longer with her here? I’m going to catch a case. And like I said I’m working on my mental health so it’s best for me to go. I trust you to act right while I’m gone, Fergus.” You humphed as you reached over for your bag.

Fez hopped off the bed just to jump on you, making you yelp. “You not goin’ nowhere.”

This man was literally sitting on you and tossed your duffle onto the ground with a flick of his wrist, “Fergus, if you don’t get your Clifford the big red dog ass—

You halted as Fez bounced and you wheezed out a laugh, turning your buried face to the side. Fez made himself comfortable sitting on you for who knows how long messing with his phone! and you were sure you were starting to lose feeling in your legs until…he farted on you.

“No you didn’t.”

“Excuse me, My fault.”

Now elbows were flying and fez was barely holding his laughter in as he rolled off you. It was your turn to assault him as you straddled him, whacking him with pillows and attempting to turn this into WWE match. It ended with the both of y’all panting on the floor with bruises to probably match in the morning, small smiles on the both of your faces as you were on your sides. You behind fez, arms weakly wrapped around his throat and head, and legs locked around his waist.

“Just stay, you know if you leave you’re gonna just be FaceTiming me anyways when ashtray don’t give you the update on what’s going on. Stop being difficult.” Fez breathed, resting his head back against your chest.

“I need more clothes.”

“I’ll wash em. Or go buy yourself some, I always got what you need.” Fez suggested, digging into his pocket for his stack of cash.

You snorted, “the sugardaddy and the housewife strikes again.”

“Oh you can joke about it but I can’t—whatever, yo.”

You raked your nails against fez’s scalp before lowering your legs and then your arms. Shuffling your body, you now lay on your back as fez sat up now watching you, “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll stay…after I pop in on my grandad since you know how he feels about a ‘white gangster dating his favorite grandchild—‘

“I already told your pop-pop that he look just like Denzel Washington and I don’t want no parts on being on his bad side.” Fez commented making you laugh.

“You’re more worried about a dude in his late sixties than my dad who’s in his early forties?” You peered at Fez underneath your frustrating lashes.

Fez blinked, “hell yeah. The worse your dad could do is play the piano until my ears bleed like he’s Jamie foxx or some shit. Plus he’s always down with his weak ass immune system. So I’ll bet on your pop-pop taking me out more than anything.”

“Anyways,” you sucked air in between your teeth, “I’ll stay but you’re not getting any affection from me until the blow up doll gets kicked to the curb.”

“What? You buggin’.”

Fez wasn’t the most affectionate during the daily. Touch wasn’t the highest on his love language but he did enjoy it late at night with you beside him in bed, he couldn’t lie about that. Quality time was top of the list for him but now you’re here handing out ultimatums over him doing a favor for someone he occasionally did business with? That was foul.

“I think I’ll go see my pop-pop now.” You pushed up from your laying position, “let’s see how much you miss me, I might not come back.”

“Which is why I got your duffle bag with one of your favorite fits in there and you ain’t getting it back.” Fez proposed a stare off, daring you to touch the bag.

“I’ll fight you again, if I have to.”

Fez raised his brows, “I’m forreal dating a grandma, you were just crying about your back spasm a few minutes ago. You sure you wanna do that again, rida?”

Huffing you put your back to Fez and bent over, confusion was written on fez’s face—although he didn’t mind the view—that was quickly erased the minute you let it rip.

“The fuck?”

You laughed, “does it smell like hydrangeas?” You twerked your ass as fez took his large palm back and gave you a nice smack to your backside.

You shot up at the stinging sensation like a looney tunes character and whipped around to face him as he smirked at you getting ready to lit up his blunt. You rubbed at your now sore ass frowning at him, “I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine from earlier but now you want to be violent?”

“Come sit, I’ll make it better.” Amusement washed over his pretty eyes.

Dirty flashbacks tempted to enter your brain but you clenched your eyes shut before wagging a finger down at the smirking redhead. “Nope. I know your tricks Fergus and I won’t be tainted! My rules still apply.”

“Fine.” He laid back on the carpet as you moved around the room to find your shoes, a jacket, and your keys, “…I’ll miss you and your surprisingly non-smelly farts.”

“Yeah yeah, love you too. See you later.” You nudged his ankle with your foot on your way out.

As you went by the door he added, “and I’ll talk to faye.”

You knew he would, which brought another grin to your lips as you made your exit. Fez listened to you go since he couldn’t exactly see you from his position and exhaled with a roll of his head back and forth as he played what happened back in his head.

Letting out a low chuckle to himself, he realized you were the real deal no matter how dramatic you tended to be at times…don’t get that twisted! he didn’t like to invalidate your feelings or whatever—you could be a lot to handle but he didn’t mind. You were his and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t yours too.

[mackenzielovee]

blurb 3 & 4 with rafe? maybe angsty but with a fluffy ending :) 💕

a/n: helloooo my love. I made this a little longer than I hoped but i hope you love it anyway. thank you for the request! <3

warnings: swearing, blood

my writing

none of your business - rafe cameron

Two o'clock in the morning.

That's what time Rafe Cameron decides to beat on the front door of the guest house, knowing he's going to wake you but not necessarily caring. You rub the sleep from your eyes and curse the floor for being so cold under your bare feet as you yank the door open, ready to kill whoever stood on the other end.

"Rafe," you groan when you see him. He notes your expression change when you take in his appearance.

His eyes are red all around, one of them starting to bruise underneath. You can see lines from tears that have since dried resting on his cheeks, which are now mixed with the blood seeping from the cuts on his face. Your eyes trail down his body to his ripped shirt and his bloody knuckles, making you sigh loudly. Your shoulders relax from their tense position as you know you can't be mad at him anymore.

"Are you gonna let me in, or?" he questions.

You've been staying with the Cameron's for a while now.  Since you've moved onto the property, you and Rafe haven't exactly been getting along. Which only adds to you confusion as to why he's come to you.

You sigh and hold the door open wider for him to enter, not necessarily inviting him inside. You watch as he looks at you emotionless, only for a second, before entering.

"Why are you here?" you ask as you follow him to the kitchen.

He starts opening and closing random cabinets, clearly not finding whatever it is he's looking for. He completely ignores you, which only adds to your annoyance.

"Rafe?" you grumble, staring at him so intently you could probably burn a hole in the side of his head.

He barely glances over at you, looking at you more as if you're a nuisance than a help.

"Do you not have, like, band-aids and shit?" he asks, digging through one of the drawers and then slamming it shut when it doesn't contain what he wants.

"In the bathroom."

He stands up straight and rolls his eyes, then finally looks over at you. He notes the sleepy look in your eyes and how cute you look in your little matching pajama set, paying extra attention to your little shorts lingering a little too high on your legs.

"Can you help me?" he asks, his voice a little softer than before.

You nod, surprised at his question, then point to your bathroom as if he doesn't know where it is. He walks in front of you and enters the bathroom first, pulling off his ripped and bloody shirt the second he enters. He throws it on the floor, not particularly caring where it lands. You sigh and he smirks, knowing he's achieved his goal of annoying the shit out of you every chance he gets.

You pull out your first-aid kit, ready to fix him up and stop the bleeding from his knuckles. You wet a washcloth and reach out, waiting on him to give you his hand.

"Sorry about the blood," he smirks as he lightly places his hand in yours.

You roll your eyes, "Consider this my rent payment for the month."

"Nah," he shakes his head.

"What even happened?" you ask, focusing on cleaning and not bothering to look up at him.

"None of your fucking business."

You sigh, reaching down and dabbing rubbing alcohol on your washcloth. You don't bother to warn Rafe before you press it to his open wounds on his knuckles.

"Fuck!" he swears, yanking his hand away, "Jesus."

"Sorry," you shrug absentmindedly.

You pretend not to notice his little sarcastic laugh as he figures out that you did it on purpose, then ignore the way he slaps his hand back in yours. You start cleaning again, but decide to be more gentle this time. Rafe takes a small step toward you, then another, making you look up at him. The look in his eyes is different - almost like he's up to something.

"You think that's funny?" he whispers, leaning his head down so he's level with you.

"I didn't mean to," you swallow, completely intoxicated with his scent as it wafts over you.

He brings his good hand up to tip your chin so you're looking up at him now. You've never found Rafe attractive, but something about how his voice got low and raspy, the way he smells, and the fact that you're exhausted have you completely wrapped around his finger.

"Mhm," he hums, smirking slightly, "How about.."

He trails off, bringing his head back down to you again. Just as your lips are about to touch, he speaks again.

"How about you fucking clean me up, or I'll make sure you're out of here permanently by tomorrow."

You pull away from him quickly, ducking your head to hide your rosy cheeks from him. He laughs, but can't help but feel bad when he sees how embarrassed you are. He sets his other hand on the counter, then lifts it up again, leaving blood on your white countertops.

"You're getting blood everywhere," you say quietly, still trying to shake off what had just happened.

"I said I was fucking sorry, sweetheart," his voice is raspy again, making you weak at the knees.

You finish cleaning him up in silence, trying to pretend like he hadn't really gotten to you. By the end of it, Rafe really feels guilty, but he's not sure how to fix it. He really had no idea you'd even let him go that far.

"There," you say when you're done, "You know the way out."

You start to leave the bathroom, gasping when Rafe grabs onto your wrist and spins you back around to face him. His expression holds the same one it did when he asked you to help him clean up - soft and sweet.

"Hey," he says quietly, "I'm sorry about before. I was just messing with you."

You shrug, pretending like it didn't bother you. He groans internally, mad that you're making him work for it.

"Do you think," he pauses, slowly bringing his hand down to your own, "I could stay the night? Dad will kick my ass if he sees."

You want to point out that his wounds won't heal overnight, but you also don't really want him to leave. Something about him staying the night excites you.

"Couch is free," you shrug again.

He tugs you even closer to him, using his had hand to reach up and stroke the skin on your cheek. You stop breathing, you swear you do, as he touches you. His skin feels hot against your own.

"I don't sleep on couches," he says quietly, leaning down and pressing his lips to your jaw.

You moan lightly at the feeling, trying to remember how to breathe.

"Rafe."

"Hmm?"

"Rafe."

"What, princess?" he laughs lightly as he pulls his lips off you to see what you need.

"What are you doing?" you finally ask, still feeling like you're on fire.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asks, and when you just stare, he continues, "I'm just trying to get into your bed."

Your heart sinks as you sigh and try to pull out of his grip. He laughs lightly, tightening around your hand.

"No. No, baby. I'm joking. I'm just kidding."

You huff and turn back to him, but refuse to look him in the eye. You really can't tell with him anymore.

"Honestly?" he says after a minute, his voice soft once again, "I really just want to cuddle with you."

You finally allow yourself to look up at him, trying to determine if he's serious. He looks different, more vulnerable than usual. He can tell by the look on your face that you really don't want to play games with him anymore, so to show you he's serious, he leans down and presses his lips to yours.

He tastes salty, probably a result of the tears that fell down his face earlier. You sink into the kiss and swear you could do it forever just as he pulls away.

"Please?"

"Yeah, okay," you nod, watching him smile victoriously.

He leads you to your bedroom, the one you had been alone in only half an hour ago, and only releases your hand to remove his jeans. He throws them on the floor and crawls under your covers, holding his arms open for you.

You sink in beside him and you two quickly mold into one another. The fit is perfect. His arm around you, your head on his chest, other hand stroking gently through your hair.

"I've been thinking about this for a while," he admits.

"Really?"

"Yeah," he says, then after a minute, "Stay here as long as you want. It's nice having you here."

You smile against his chest. After a few minutes, you feel him stop the stroking of your hair, then soft snores coming from above you. You fall asleep only a few minutes after him, way more content with him than you had been sleeping alone.

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[duskholland]

hannah please do /anything/ based on the sink photo. sucking him off in front of the sink, getting railed over the sink, prof!tom fucking you at the sink. anything please, i need it

okay anon! after much debate about the tone, i went with loving... warm…. passionate….i missed you so much we must shag in the bathroom at the bar vibes <3 wc: 1.7k.

18+ nsfw content minors dni.

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Tom’s been affectionate all night, his touch never leaving you. It’d started back at the house when he’d refused to let you get ready in peace, nuzzling his face into your neck as you’d done your makeup in the bathroom. His clinginess had continued all the way to the bar, where you find yourselves now, heaped together in a booth.

It’s an impromptu welcome home party for your boyfriend, who has been away filming on the other side of the world for three months. He arrived back last night, and though Tom’s made it very clear how much he’d missed you, he hasn’t yet been satisfied. He’s still affectionately smothering you, even now, surrounded by your friends. 

Tom’s hand lies on your inner thigh, warm to touch, teasing your skin every time he pulls you closer. Between gaps in the conversation, he presses his lips to your cheek, always lingering close, his cologne overwhelming every one of your senses. He’s antsy, shifting from thigh to thigh. When you take a leaf from his book and place a hand on top of his knee to play with the material of his striped trousers, Tom shifts. A moment later, you feel his mouth go to your ear, smooth teeth grazing your lobe as his warm breath fans out across your neck.

“Darling,” he murmurs. “Care to take a visit to the bathroom with me?”

You bite back a smirk as you discreetly nod your head. “Thought you’d never ask.”

If your friends find it suspicious, they don’t say a thing. You’re quick to grab Tom’s hand and follow behind him as he strides across the bar, muttering out small apologies to everyone he bumps into in his haste. He sweeps you into a private bathroom before you have a second to think about the good luck of finding an unattended room, and he pushes you up against the door as he locks it with one hand.

Tom kisses you immediately, caging you in against the door as he groans into your mouth. One of his hands goes to your waist, the other reaching up to push into your hair. You sigh against his lips, the sound twisting louder as Tom deepens the kiss and slips his tongue into your mouth. You savour everything—the press of his figure to yours, the taste of his tongue as it slides over yours, the sounds of his panting breaths as he kisses you fervently. After a while, he moves closer, and you feel his cock pressing up against your form, straining through the thin material of his slacks.

“God, love,” he murmurs, voice husky. You tilt your head to the side, and his lips dance across your sensitive spot, suckling gently until you’re whimpering. “I can’t take this. I need you again.”

You chuckle as you reach up to play with his hair, your fingers messing up his silky brown strands. He’d gelled it back earlier, but he doesn’t seem to complain as you play around with it.

“Again?” you tease, biting your lip as you reach down to cup his hard length over his trousers. Tom whimpers, grunting as he thrusts his hips closer to you desperately. “We fucked before we came out?”

Tom grumbles. “We didn’t fuck,” he murmurs, nipping at your neck lightly. “We made love.”

You chuckle. “Oh, sorry,” you say. “We made love about two hours ago.”

“Mmm, and? My appetite for you is uncontrollable.” Tom pulls away from your neck, eyes dancing darkly. He slips a hand down, easily slipping it beneath the hem of your dress. “Are you trying to tell me I won’t find you soaked and needy for me if I have a look up here?”

Your breath hitches as Tom confidently rolls two fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, his smirk telling you all you need to know. You whimper as he immediately goes to your clit, rolling his fingertips over the bud as you shift against the door. When he curves them down and teases your entrance, you groan and push at his arm.

“Don’t tease me,” you say, voice low. You surge forward, pushing away from the door as you connect your lips with Tom’s. He smiles into it, hands falling tenderly to your waist as you walk him into the centre of the room, only stopping when you catch sight of the sink. “Fuck me on the sink,” you decide, speaking quickly. You support your quivering words with a nod. “Please, Tom.”

Tom takes control, pushing you back with his mouth as you continue to kiss until your back connects with the cool porcelain of the sink. His biceps bulge as he picks up one of your legs, wrapping it around his back and then bunching up your skirt and pulling it up.

“Against the sink?” he murmurs, pupils blown wide with lust. You reach out, making light work of his belt before pulling out his length. Neither of you shed your clothes entirely—the bathroom is dimly lit and a little unfriendly, and you’re both too eager to mess around with that. Instead, you pull off the precise amount of clothes necessary for Tom to be able to slide his cock through your exposed slit. “Fuck, love,” he coos, pressing his tip to your entrance. “I fucking love you.”

A gasp leaves your mouth as he slowly eases into you, bottoming out with a grunt. Your lips go back to his as you attempt to muffle your loud sounds of enjoyment as Tom’s cock fills you to the brim. Despite being fucked two hours prior, your walls hold him tightly, and you have to throw your head back to rest against the mirror as you take him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, the words twisting higher when Tom wraps an arm around your back and holds you to him. He starts to thrust quickly, his lips going back to your neck as he holds you up against the sink. “Feels so good.”

You glance down, moaning as you watch his cock disappear inside you. It’s a welcome sight—you’ve missed Tom immensely. You know you’ll savour every time you come together like this as if it could be your last. He’s just the same—sentimental and passionate. Tom groans into your ear, voice strained, “fuckin’ love this cunt, sweetheart. Doesn’t matter how much I fuck you, does it? Always so snug for me.”

You suck in a tight breath, his teasing words making you clench around him. “Shit, Tom.”

He chuckles against your neck, holding you tightly to him as he continues to thrust into you. “Darling?”

“Hm?”

“Turn around for me. I want you to see how beautiful you look right now.”

You smile as you do as instructed, only losing his presence for a moment as you spin around. You bend over, hands gripping the sides of the sink as Tom settles behind you, standing tall. He presses you against the sink, hand massaging your ass before he slips back into you, meeting your eyes through the mirror as he grunts. His eyes stay on you, his teeth digging into his red lower lip as he watches you, mouth pulling into an easy smile.

“Look at that,” he coos. “What a stunner. How lucky am I, eh?”

You look a mess in the reflection, your hair wild and your mouth open and panting. Yet, there’s something almost poetic about the way Tom grips you, every ounce of his attention placed solely on your form. You watch the way your body shifts every time he thrusts into you, hear the sounds of skin-on-skin as they match the movements. His face is flushed, his cheeks a dark red and his jaw tensed. Fly away hairs drift over his forehead, and his nostrils are flared.

“I’m lucky,” you reply, whimpering softly as he readjusts and the tip of his cock brushes up against your g-spot. You pry a hand from the sink and reach between your legs, jerkily stroking your bud. You’re close already, your slit slick and your breath laboured. Never in your life have you been with someone who knows your body so well, but that’s the perks of being with a lover as attentive as Tom. He loves making you feel good more than he cares for his own pleasure.

“Nah, I’m luckier.” Tom’s hands shift to your hips and he pulls you back to meet his thrusts. Your eyes roll back as pleasure rocks through you with every slam. “Look at this, hmm? I want you to keep watching us. Can you do that for me, darling? Even when you cum?” His voice is soft and suggestive, but you feel the harder undertones.

“Yeah,” you murmur, forcing yourself to meet his gaze through the mirror. You lick your lips as you see him, towering above you, railing you into the sink. The ceramic digs into your front, but the ache only makes everything feel sharper. “Tom,” you whine, breath catching, “I’m not gonna last.”

“Neither will I,” he admits. You look up, watching the veins in his neck stand out against his flushed skin. “Go on,” he urges. “Pretty girl. Lovely girl.” He’s speaking in puffed sentences, on the verge. “Cum for me, babe. Want to watch you lose it on this sink.”

You spiral with him, pressing your clit and feeling your high sweep over you as Tom thrusts into you. He’s pulsing too a few moments later, spilling his seed into you with a low yelp as his hot fingers pull at your dress. Both of you moan, your sounds mixing together as your breath fogs up the lower part of the mirror.

Tom bends over, scooping your hair to the side and kissing your neck. He’s near now, image lingering close in the mirror, eyes softer and pooled with love. His body is warm, and his front soothes your back as he moves closer and kisses your cheek.

“Love you,” he murmurs, voice soft. Both of you release soft groans as his cock slips from inside you, and he kisses your cheek again calmingly.

You tilt your head to the side, standing up a little straighter until you’re able to kiss his lips. Tom’s mouth is as warm as ever.

“Love you too, handsome,” you respond, voice gentle. “You’re insatiable.”

Tom grins against your mouth. “Well, if you were dating someone as beautiful as you, I’m sure you’d feel the same way.”

[mystic-writings]

Mystic's 1k followers writing challenge!

Thank you all so much for 1,000 followers! I never thought I'd ever reach this milestone, so thank you all again for getting me here. I struggled with deciding what to do for a celebration, so after I got some feedback from people on what to do, I decided to do a writing challenge! This is my first time doing something like this, so I hope people enjoy it!

When posting your fic, you must tag the post with #mystics1kchallenge and tag me in it, just to assure that I see it when it gets posted!

When posting your fic, you must tag the post with #mystics1kchallenge and tag me in it, just to assure that I see it when it gets posted!

When posting your fic, you must tag the post with #mystics1kchallenge and tag me in it, just to assure that I see it when it gets posted!

There are no prompt restrictions! Mix and match as many as you like, but there has to be at least one included in your fic. 

If your piece exceeds the 500 word mark, you have to use the ‘keep reading’ feature to avoid long posts clogging up the tag. 

Send in an ask with your character & prompt(s) of choice and I’ll add it to the list, but do not reply/reblog with your submission, I likely won’t accept it!

And remember, reblogs > likes!

Prompts ! - feel free to choose as many of these prompts as you’d like, there are no restrictions and anyone can choose whatever they feel like using!

Angst

1. “So… This is where it ends, huh?”

2. “You asshole! I thought you died.”

3. “You have to let me go.”

4. “One last time?”

5. “What happened to forever?”

6. “I shouldn’t still be in love with you.”

7. “It wasn’t supposed to end this way.”

8. Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

9. “If it means anything, I love you.”

10. “All I wanted was for you to be happy.”

Fluff

1. “You’ve always felt like home.”

2. “I’m right where I belong.”

3. “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

4. “It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

5. “You make me feel alive.”

6. “You’re so adorable.”

7. “Will you lay with me for a little longer?”

8. “I thought you hated me.” “Nah, just playing around.”

9. “Run away with me.”

10. “This is the happiest I’ve been in a while.”

Tropes/situations

1. Poorly timed confession

2. Secret relationship

3. In vino veritas (drunken confession)

4. Time travel

5. Fake dating

6. Modern AU 

7. Royal AU

8. Neighbor AU

 9. Fairytale AU

10. Soulmate AU (any version)

Songs

Like Real People Do - Hozier

11:11 - Ben Barnes

Ready to Run - One Direction

exile (feat. Bon Iver) - Taylor Swift

Everybody Talks - Neon Trees

Fandoms ! - you can choose any character from the following fandoms to write for, no matter who you choose I will read the fic! 

Marvel (MCU + Disney+ shows)

Once Upon a Time

Teen Wolf

The Maze Runner

Narnia

Harry Potter (lightning + marauders)

Stranger Things

tagging some mutuals who might be interested in participating: @honeymunson @natti-ice @slytherinbarnes @strawberrysodaslut @hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis @quillsandtypos @sunny-reys @lily-of-the-valley-writes @virginia-peters @swanimagines @sapphireplums @cupids-crystals @skiller0dani @darling-i-read-it @pariahsparadise @thatfanficwriter @the-young-and-forgotten @justafanficwriter @tmbm123 @mxlti-fand0m-imaginess

[kirieshhhka003]

kakyoin as a partner?

A/n: this request is little bit vague so I decided to write this lil smut bc I’m feeling whoreny. Thank you for your request, my dear anon💚

Pairing: Kakyoin Noriaki x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, deepthroating, face fucking

- Mmm... oh fuck babe... take it deeper. Mhah, yes just like that... - you hear Kakyoin’s muffled voice above. He is lounged on his bed, having you kneeled between his legs, sucking on his cock desperately

You look up at red-haired and see his blushed cheeks that almost match the red color of his hair. Noriaki nibbles on his fingers as his other hand is comfortably set atop your head, guiding you and controlling your moves

A lewed “smock” fills the space around you two as you dismiss Kakyoin’s stiff cock from the velvety heat of your mouth, stroking the shaft lovingly and leaving a sweet peck on his pink sensitive tip

Noriaki reclines his head against the wall behind his back, a heavy sigh slips past his lips and then turns into a wanton moan as you take a long wide lick of his dick, starting from the girth and following along all length, ending on his swollen head

Your nimble tongue hovers all over his inflated tip, you slowly take more and more of his dick inside of your mouth, that slowly that red-haired tightens his grip on your hair, applying some pressure to harshly slide you down his length. Your eyes water a little at the feeling of his dick bumping your throbbing throat, but you quickly forget about it and try to relax - god, you love it so much when Noriaki acts so dominant

Your mouth descents onto his shaft, and you feel his short pubes tickling against your nose, the musky scent of his groin makes you roll your eyes back in pleasure, a soft moan comes out of your throat, sending vibrations to Kakyoin’s cock, making him sequel and swirl under your touches

Kakyoin draws your head closer with little force, threading you on his dick, not letting you go for a few seconds, almost suffocating on himself. You pull back the second his grip on your head loosens, coughing and trying to catch your breath

- Shit, babe, I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold myself back. I’m sorry, - Kakyoin strokes your hair idly as he leans down and gives you a wet sloppy kiss, his fingers comb through your hair, rubbing the skin of your head fondly

- Nah I’m okay, - you say breathily and bump your forehead against his. You look him right in the eyes and with a mischievous smirk on your face add: - Do that again

A wide nasty grin plasters across Kakyoin’s handsome face as he grips on your hair harshly, shoving your head in his groin, ordering in cold tone:

- Take it all. Down your throat

In a matter of second he changed his mild and soft personality to completely different - mean and insolent, not caring about what you want. You feel a warm liquid running down your hip - you’re dripping wet from what a selfish dick Kakyoin is. You definitely love it

You clamp your lips around Noriaki’s throbbing cock, and the next moment he is balls deep inside, your throat clenches insatiably onto him. He pulls out and then pulls back in, burying his dick deep inside of you. Your jaw starts to ache as your tongue works red-haired’s dick with enthusiasm, but this slight pain only thrills you more

Kakyoin completely loses control over himself, starting to pound your face like a jack hammer. You can barely breath under his insane pace, thick saliva mixed with Noriaki’s pre-cum drips down your neck, covering your bare chest in this filthy liquid

By his loud fitful moans you can tell that Kakyoin is nearing his orgasm, his fingers grip tighter on your hair, as he starts to mercilessly fuck your face, destroying your throat. A few seconds later Noriaki pulls his slicked cock out of your mouth and, stroking it briskly, cums all over your face. You feel heavy globes of cums slowly run down your cheeks, you open your mouth wider, trying to catch every drop of his pearly sperm

You hear Noriaki humming quietly above you and he then bumps his overstimulated tip on your cheek, running it all over your face, smearing his sperm even more. You let out a disgruntled whine, trying to dodge away from this contact and look up at Kakyoin’s face, slightly furrowing your eyebrows

- Whaat? Don’t act like you don’t like it, you hoe, - Kakyoin bursts out laughing at his last words, and you just can’t be mad at him anymore. Red-haired looks so funny when tries to act like a cool bastard, you just snort and sit next to him on his bed

Kakyoin turns to your side, putting both of his hands on your hips, leaning in to whisper into your ear:

- We’re not done yet, darling. Now lay down on you back and spread you pretty legs wide, I’ll take a great care of you

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

Please, leave comments. It really boosts me and inspires on making new writings!💚

[chrismerle]

Three Facts Tag

thanks for the tag, @ryns-ramblings!

Rules: Post three facts about yourself or your ocs/characters.

Absolutely zero pressure, but I'll tagggg ... @emelkae, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @kittensartswriting, and whoever else wants to play along.

wip: Threshold

The cast of Over the Threshold has been cobbled together from many places, but Shai in particular (and their posse) came from Fallen London. They were my first Fallen London character. I've tried to disguise it a bit, but the Failbetter-y DNA is probably still pretty evident in places.

Ivan was originally a bog standard medieval fantasy character. I used him to RP on GaiaOnline. He was angsty and boring and he used to have a horse. For a while I replaced his archery gear with assorted tactical and camping gear and I replaced his horse with a unicorn. He still has the mix-n-matched tactical gear and camping gear, but I decided the unicorn was unnecessary.

The exact lineup of characters got shuffled a lot in early days. Originally Shai was shepherding ALL of the ducklings, but then I realized it wasn't really in-character for them to just ... do that voluntarily. They've got way more interesting shit to do. At that point, Ivan had been a sort of ... contractor? who was going to help them. Their roles got swapped, so Ivan was the lead, but then Shai refused to be just a side character. So, I decided splitting the party was the best bet, since Shai's not going to volunteer to babysit, but they're also not gonna just leave Jayne stranded.

wip: Eigengrau

Surprising no one, Edge was originally a concept for a D&D character, in the unlikely event I ever actually played D&D with anyone. That's not actually why they look like a tiefling. They look like a tiefling because I've been creating tieflings since before I ever even heard of tieflings.

In my head, Adrian looks a bit like D'artagnan from the BBC Musketeers series.

Eventually, there are going to be zombies. And a cult.

wip: NaNo Project

There are four main characters, kind of. Three of them are out and about doing stuff, and the fourth is the reason the plot is happening but is also not in favor of doing fieldwork.

One of the main characters just gets called Stranger. They introduce themself by their ... title, I guess? And it's very pretentious, and two of the others just kind of go 'lol nah, we're not calling you that,' and by the time the fourth one meets them, the other two are introducing them as Stranger.

Two them are recycled from an older WIP that had WAY too big of a cast for me to reliably keep track of and not enough plot to actually carry it (I also recycled the setting, or parts of it). They both have names, but they don't use them. One of them goes by Oleander; he's a mercenary, technically, but more commonly an assassin. One of them goes by Jackdaw; he's a Frankensteinian healer-meets-necromancer. They're married. Ride, die, or reanimate.

wip: Ties That Bind

Honestly the biggest fact about Ties That Bind is that it's a fucking mess. I've restarted it from scratch twice and I'm probably going to restart it again because I can never figure out WHERE THEY'RE GOING. There's a starting bit, and parts of a middle bit, but the ending bit never really clears up.

Werewolves are a thing, though it's not spread by biting. They used to just be people, but then many generations back a mage cursed everyone on the peninsula and then split the peninsula off from the main land. So, werewolf island. There are several islands, actually, since the splitting wasn't a very precise process. They're called the Arthric Isles. They're kind of magical Australia, when it comes to fauna.

One of the only consistent bits is that Amity is a mimic who usually takes the humanoid form of the unicorn who raised them, partially for sentimental reasons and partially for practical reasons. Mimics also take on the "intrinsic" magic of the creatures they copy, and unicorns have absurdly deep mana pools.

wip: Brothers

It was supposed to be like 3k words long. It's over 6k. It's still not done.

I showed it to a friend who I'm no longer friends with (for unrelated reasons) and he said he liked it but the timeline was hard to keep track of, and I sat there thinking 'Ash keeps track of events in relation to his own age. The timeline is literally spelled out.' But I did not say that, or it would have been A Thing.

Their dad will show up. Everyone's going to wish he just stayed gone. Not everyone who steps out for a gallon of milk needs to come back.

[makeste]

literally just another giant post of Bakugou faces.

so I did this last year, but I only got up to chapter 120 before I ran out of steam. happily, though, this left me with an additional 190 chapters’ worth of glorious gremlin faces to choose from for this year’s edition! which I figure I had better do, before tumblr finally pulls the plug on my poor sweet image limit.

so without further ado, happy birthday to Kacchan, and happy birthday to Kacchan’s asymmetrical HAH face where his eyes do the thing like ( ◣益◢).

why I like it: so this is from Kirishima’s flashback in chapter 133, where Kirishima was getting all down on himself because his quirk Only Does One Thing, and Kacchan was all “nah bro don’t worry about it because your One Thing is totally fucking rad, and you’re strong enough to withstand anything.” so that of course was incredibly sweet, and one of the few times we’ve seen him give an actual heartfelt pep talk without so much as a single insult thrown into the mix. but what really puts this scene over the top for me is the fact that you can see the ever-so-subtle hints of guilt and regret when he talks about All Might and Kamino. for just a moment, he gets this distant look in his eyes, and his expression turns soft and contemplative. basically this is a rare collector’s edition Kacchan face you will not find in many other places.

why I like it: because this frankly needs to happen in every damn fight until this kid finally gets it through his thick skull to ditch the mask so we can see every fantastic facial expression in full 4k glory. work with me here please Kacchan.

why I like it: because character growth!! this was our first big moment of post-DvK2 Kacchan development, and the payoff was well worth the wait. it only took him 166 chapters to realize that it’s hard to grow as a person if you’re determined to be a humongous dick to every single person you meet!! lmao, but it’s progress though.

why I like it: these two panels are criminally underrated. the way his face transforms when Deku gets the answer wrong dlkjfldk. this is easily one of the funniest subtle gags in the entire series.

why I like it: “hey Bakugou do you want to play in our band?” “fuck you, no.” “pretty please.” “fine, but I refuse to call it a band.” “well then what do you want to call it -- ” “MURDER.”

why I like it: GONNA MURDER EVERYONE BY PLAYING THE DRUMS!!!! SOMEHOW WE’VE SUCCESSFULLY COMPARTMENTALIZED THIS SCHOOL-SANCTIONED DISPLAY OF PERFORMING ARTS AS A DEATH MATCH. OH TO UNDERSTAND THE INNER WORKINGS OF THIS YOUNG MAN’S MIND.

why I like it: hah?! I love how he has to tilt his neck all the way back every single time he does this. he’s so cute I love him so much.

why I like it: somewhere around this point in the manga Kacchan decided to do away with being handsome and decided to just be a full-time gremlin in every single panel. this persisted for the next 90 chapters or so and he was very dedicated. I’m pretty sure he was going for vulgar and intimidating, but unfortunately for him he’s too inherently adorable and so the end result is just endearing and almost charming in its own way.

why I like it: this was from chapter 194 when Aizawa was announcing that they’d have a special guest for the Joint Training arc, and so Kacchan was all “BOY OH BOY A NEW ASS TO KICK.”

why I like it: more character development! and just look at that confidence! he’s fully recovered from his low point after Kamino and the provisional exam. he knows what he’s about now, and he is THRIVING. and once again you can see how his conviction inspires the people around him and makes them more determined. just, he is going to be such a good number one hero you guys.

why I like it: it’s the three little “!!!” lines hovering in the corner next to his head for me. “oh my god it’s All Might, All Might saw me being cool and Saving To Win and stuff, what’s he gonna say what do I do omg quick act natural.”

why I like it: QUICK HIDE YOUR FEELINGS!! WE CAN’T LET THE NEIGHBORS KNOW WE CARE. fjkdlsjklk

why I like it: this is his expression when he first sees Deku activate Blackwhip for the first time. it’s one of the few unguarded expressions of complete surprise that we’ve gotten from him and I love it thank you.

why I like it: classic asymmetrical HAH face. he truly has perfected this look. look at him, casually clinging to a pole for no reason other than to look dynamic. this boy truly cannot sit or stand or walk or do anything normally. he spent three months working his ass off to catch up to Deku and the others, and now that he finally has he’s filled with so much pent-up energy that he simply cannot hold it back anymore and he’s gotta climb a pole. he’s just gotta.

why I like it: because he is so fucking good at saving people now you guys, he’s like a whole-ass professional and shit, and yet it hasn’t changed who he is one single iota. he will save your life and he will SCREAM AT YOU WHILE DOING IT and you’ll sit there and be grateful goddammit.

why I like it: o noo he was caught unawares. All Might was all “I’m gonna have a dad moment and nobody can stop me” and he walked right up to him and put his hand on his head because he’s All Might and so what is he even gonna do about it. nothing, that’s what. you got played, Kacchan. outmaneuvered and outfoxed. all he can do is stand there and make that grumpy face he makes when he’s receiving unwanted affection (҂⌣̀_⌣́).

why I like it: more unwanted affection. now they’re even feeding him ffs. how could he let this happen. mm chicken.

why I like it: GREATEST ASYMETRICAL HAH?! FACE OF ALL TIME. out of all the people to befriend him against his will, Todoroki is by far the most confusing to him and it’s just so great.

why I like it: this is when Hawks is staring at him in chapter 244 because he fake-killed his mentor and stuff and he feels sorta guilty about it. but meanwhile Kacchan just thinks he’s trying to start some shit, and so he’s all “I WAS FASTER THAN YOU BACK THERE YOU KNOW” and Hawks is all “hahaha okay little buddy you just keep telling yourself that”, because as previously discussed Kacchan is too adorable to ever be intimidating.

why I like it: this is from 246 when he’s in the middle of arguing with Burnin’ and all of a sudden Endeavor calls to him and he’s just like o shit what’d I do.

why I like it: because Endeavor’s mentoring them and shit and he’s just casually sitting there eating his lunch like yeah. with his lil hamster cheeks lulz.

why I like it: the look that instantly became iconic. this panel cured me of the misconception that Bakugou “goes to bed at 8:30pm” Katsuki was a morning person. the truth is he loathes all times of the day equally.

why I like it: this one is a team effort because Deku’s faces are equally as good. I’m genuinely shocked that this family dinner with the Todorokis didn’t prematurely unlock Danger Sense. you can tell that he and Deku have a silent agreement to call a temporary truce on their rivalry for as long as they sit at this table as outsiders in this strange land. this is by far the most hazardous meal Bakugou has ever experienced, and yet the mapo tofu is too good to go to waste, so he’s just shoveling it down his throat trying to finish as much as possible before shit inevitably hits the fan.

why I like it: Kacchan is New Here so he doesn’t yet realize that if the Todorokis are spilling family secrets, there is always inevitably going to be someone listening in the shadows just outside the door.

why I like it: the battle with Ending was probably peak gremlin!Kacchan. like, we’ve had gremlin before and afterwards, but never quite to this same degree. Horikoshi really decided to push the limits of contorting this child’s face in the strangest ways.

why I like it: peak. gremlin.

why I like it: nothing to see here, just Kacchan quietly realizing after 252 chapters that he MIGHT have been just a BIT of a cartoonishly villainous asshole to Deku back at the beginning there ha ha ha oh god oh fuck.

why I like it: because he found the answer to What It Is That He Lacks, and he’s all cool and calm and infuriatingly secretive about it. it’s such a sudden and stark contrast to the gremlin faces he was making only moments earlier, and it makes this moment hit home that much more.

why I like it: because this is him being friends with Deku!! like for real though!! because he’s fucking around and insulting him and making weird faces and stuff, but it’s because in his mind That’s What Friends Do. they clown on each other and help each other train and shit. half an hour after this they’ll go down to the training gym and play Catch-A-Kacchan, and then he’ll quietly confess to All Might that he wants to atone. he may be a gremlin, but he’s a gremlin with layers goddammit.

why I like it: because this is right after TomurAFO shows up out of nowhere and scares the shit out of him and Deku and makes them see a terrifying death vision and stuff, and you can see how shaken up he is by it. he definitely understands how close they came to dying just then and he’s sobered the fuck up. this is the moment when it really sinks in that shit has gotten real. eight minutes from now he’ll move without thinking and save Deku’s life.

why I like it: hydro homies. nothing restores those electrolytes like good old Raquaius Sports Drink.

why I like it: because this panel was when it started to become clear that the real reason he grabbed this sports drink was to pretend like he was busy so he could act like he wasn’t interested in Deku’s training because god forbid the neighbors know that he actually cares.

why I like it: because the sideways glance!! and the fact that he doesn’t deny it!! in fact he does the opposite of denying it, and he basically starts pouring his heart out about how goddamn worried he actually is. he’s guilty and anxious and restless and this entire conversation is amazing.

why I like it: he looks so goddamn young here. when he finally stops scrunching up his face and putting on his usual tough guy act and for once allows his actual emotions to show on his face instead, the result is so damn striking. for once we got an entire conversation with no gremlin faces, because Horikoshi had to drop them completely in order to show just how serious he is here. which was incredibly effective btw.

why I like it: because he’s basically just fidgeting with the bottle now to avoid making eye contact with All Might because he just revealed a deep dark secret to him and he’s precariously vulnerable right now. that’s the body language of a kid who knows how badly he fucked up, and just wants to hear from someone else if it’s going to be okay, if he can still make it okay. he looks so small here.

why I like it: the worry lines under his eyes. the look of uncertainty and wanting to believe that what All Might says is true (“you’ll get a chance to talk eventually”). the hesitance to turn back and look at him, and the way he doesn’t dare until he finally gets that small bit of reassurance. All Might isn’t judging him. All Might understands him and understands where he’s coming from, and he’s giving him his blessing. he’s giving him a thumbs up and reassuring him that he sees the change in him and sees that he’s sincerely trying, and basically saying that he has faith that he and Deku will be able to work it out. and you can see that it means a lot.

why I like it: because this kid spent his entire internship with Jeanist doing nothing but bitching nonstop, and then later on when Jeanist went missing he was all tight-lipped about it because once again NOBODY CAN KNOW THAT WE CARE GODDAMMIT, and it was all very Classic Bakugou. but then Jeanist finally shows up again at Jakku, and we get this little moment of happy, smirky FUCK YEAH, I KNEW YOU WEREN’T DEAD YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, and it’s just the best.

why I like it: HE’S SO UNABASHEDLY PROUD GOD BLESS HIM.

why I like it: because he nearly died and then he woke up here in the hospital two days later not knowing where anybody else is or whether they’re even still alive, and this, my friends. this is finally the moment. the moment where he was all FUCK IT, MAYBE WE CAN LET THE NEIGHBORS KNOW WE CARE AFTER ALL. character fucking development. you love to see it.

BONUS:

WHAT HAVE I BECOME, MY SWEETEST FRIEND. EVERYONE I KNOW GOES AWAY IN THE END.

happy birthday Katsuki. feel better sweetie. HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER TREAT HIM RIGHT I AM COUNTING ON YOU.