#this really should be my spring-fixation

[greykolla-art]

This is such a fun art style to work with!😂

I’ve always liked the friendship between Asterix and Getafix.

Always chilling on the sidelines together while everyone else fight.😜

[menagerofmischief]

Ask and you shall receive!!! With nico rosberg

Stuffed cherry tomatoes served cold with fish and chips, chicken quesillda, and spring rolls. Drinks are ice tea, black coffee, and iced water.

Have fun!! 😉

Dia's Diner Menu

stuffed cherry tomatoes sugar daddy cold appetizer rough sex fish and chips "Where are your manners" chicken quesadilla "So pretty with my cock down your throat" spring rolls "All you do is complain, perhaps I should shut you up" ice tea oral black coffee chocking iced water dirty talk

Nico Rosberg x sugar baby!reader

TW: blowjob, mean-ish!nico at the start, gagging, chocking, hair pulling

WC: 1k

A/N: nico rosberg, my favorite pop queen <3. this is actually so bad, I hate it but I'm mentally drained and this was the best I could do. also I added lance, arthur and mick to the menu if anyone is interested in requesting for them.

The whole car ride home was unsettlingly quiet. Nico was mad, I knew it. His hands gripping the steering wheel as he sped through the busy city traffic, passing cars like he was still on the track.

“Nico,” I said his name, trying to break the silence we had fallen into.

His head snapped towards me, his eyes narrowed and he gave me a look that conveyed what he wanted to say rather clearly. Stop talking.

I shut my mouth and tried to lean back into the seat of the car, knowing that we were going to be home soon and how things would go once we got there.

Soon enough we made it up to our, or rather Nico’s, penthouse. The moment the doors were shut, Nico grabbed me and pushed me against the door. 

“What was that, huh?” He asked, his voice rough. One of his hands trailed up my body and wrapped around my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. Not enough to stop my breathing, but enough to put pressure. “Is that how I taught you to behave?”

I did my best to shake my head, my cheeks warm. “No,” I said, the word coming out as a whisper. 

Nico’s eyes fixated on mine, his pupils blown wide, and desire and lust clear in his gaze. He removed his hand from my neck and I immediately sucked in a breath. Nico moved his hands down and the sound of him unbuckling his belt filled the room.

I knew the rules we played by, I should have already been getting on my knees, desperate and wide eyed and asking to pretty please, suck his dick. But my mind was blank, my eyes focused on the way his hands moved as he opened his jeans and pulled them down. On the bulge in his black boxers, on how he took them of and on his semi-hard cock.

I snapped out of my trance once Nico’s hands were on my shoulders. Without a warning he pushed me down, making my knees hit the floor. I hissed at the contact, the tiles cold and digging into my naked skin.

I whined, looking up at him through my lashes. “You pushed me,” I said, pouting my lips. “That’s mean, Nico. You could have bruised my knees.”

I was going to keep talking but Nico grabbed my chin roughly, towering over me and looked down into my eyes. “All you do is complain,” he said, the tone of his voice dark. “Perhaps I should shut you up.”

With one hand he grabbed ahold of his dick, giving himself a few tugs and growing harder before slapping the tip against my lips. When I noticed him about to do it again, I opened my mouth, hoping that the tip would just slip right in but instead he grabbed my hair and tugged my head back.

“You really are acting like a dumb little whore tonight,” Nico said. “Where are you manners, huh?”

I whined, looking up at him, one of my hands braced against his thigh. “Please,” I said, my voice giving away how desperate I felt. “Please let me suck your cock. I need to feel it in my mouth.”

Nico humed, satisfied with my response. His hold on my hair eased up and he placed his hands against the back of my head. Not pushing me, just giving me the sensation of knowing he’s there.

As soon as he nods his head, I’m surging forward. My lips wrap around the tip, suckling on it and running my tongue over the slit to collect some of the precum that had started leaking. Nico groaned at the feeling, his hand pushing my head further, forcing me take him deeper into my mouth until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.

He held my head there for a moment and I gagged around his length, providing the additional sensation of my throat tightening which made him moan. His hand moved away and he let me start working at my own pace.

I started bobbing my head, trying to take him all the way every time my lips glided along his dick, hollowing my cheeks and running my tongue along the vein that was on the underside of his cock.

“Fuck, there we go.” Nico said with a groan. “My pretty little slut, sucking me off so well. You look so pretty with my cock down your throat, baby.”

Nico moved one of his hands to my neck and wrapped it around my throat just as I was moving down his shaft. He laughed, the sound mixed with a moan of pleasure, and it sounded beautiful. “I can feel my dick sliding down your throat,” he said, his hand staying where it was placed. “God, your mouth feels like heaven. Keep going, baby, I’m almost there.”

That made me speed up, bobbing my head faster and doubling my efforts to make him cum. Nico’s fingers gripped my hair and that was all the warning I got before he was twitching inside of my mouth and shooting his load down my throat.

I pulled off him with a pop, the taste of his cum salty against my tongue. Without as much as a second thought I swallowed everything inside of my mouth, sticking my tongue out proudly and looking up at Nico to show him.

He smiled down at me, his cheeks flushed and mouth open as he panted, trying to catch his breath. One of his hands came to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin. “Good girl, baby,” he said. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

Nico helped me up and pulled me into a messy, passionate kiss. He lifted me up into his arms, making me giggle and started making his way towards the bedroom. “Now, how about I give my good girl a little reward?”

[the-psychic-in-me]

Shin Asakura X F!Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Spicy level: 🌶️🌶️

I'm back again on my usual bullshit with another hyper fixation. I wanted to read some fanfics and realized with disappointment that the fandom is severely lacking so I'm here to serve. My fics are not minor friendly and I will mostly write smut or some variation of it. You can also find me on ao3 @QueenRos3

Meeting Shin for the first time when you have an overactive imagination. Let me know if I should continue this or if you have other requests.

It was a nice spring day, finally warm enough so you can leave your coat at home. Just warm enough so you can wear a skirt after some long months of layers upon layers. On your walk you found yourself smiling for no reason, just taking in the scenery. The trees were blooming, you could hear the birds chirping, it was like the seasonal depression was leaving your body to make room for the sun. It was a near perfect day. So perfect that a little self destruction would make you more anchored, so you fished your cigarette pack out of your bag.

Keys, phone, wallet, pack of gum that you forgot about, a half eaten protein bar, some hair ties....aha! The cigarettes!

You brought a cigarette to your lips and lit it, the flame reflecting on your skin. However, it was short-lived as for some reason the cigarette kept getting put out. Confused, you took of your headphones...so you could see better, of course. Why else?

Looking up, all the dark clouds above your head made the answer obvious. With a loud sigh you looked around for a good place to hole up and lose time until it was safe to go home. Who would bring an umbrella on such a sunny day?

It was getting ridiculous, the more you walked the more your disappointment grew. Until you were face to face with a convenience store- Sakamoto's. You've never been here before, but it mattered little to you. If anything, you were hoping you could get an umbrella.

You throw your half-smoked cigarette in the bin before opening the door. Here goes nothing...

The clerk quickly put down what he was reading in order to welcome you.

"Good afternoon! Welcome to Sakamoto's! How can I help you today?"

You scanned him from head to toe in one quick glance.

Gosh, he's cute. I really like his hair.

The store was empty, besides the two of you, so it was easy to hear the clerk gulping loudly.

"You okay...Shin?", you lean in and read his name from the badge on his apron.

Aww, he's blushing. Fuck, I hope I didn't do something weird.

You quickly adjust your clothes and realize your skirt is in the right position.

Wouldn't wanna flash him so fast, you laugh to yourself.

"Y-yeah. I just, I think I need some water.", Shin attempts to be polite although it is somewhat hard for him considering he can read your thoughts.

However, you're both distracted by the sound of thunder, quickly followed by violent raindrops hitting the pavement. Shin gets up from the register and moves a box in the back. You don't pay much attention to the contents of the box as you're more focused on the way his hair falls. It's somehow messy and styled at the same time.

Does he use something or is it just naturally pretty? I could ask him, but would that be weird...

"Umm, I think I will be stuck here for a while. I hope I'm not bothering you..." You look through the empty store.

"Of course not! Stay as long as you like. Would you like some tea while you wait the rain out?"

"That would be wonderful actually! What kind do you have?"

Shin clears his throat and presents you the tea option, however you can't help but feel the tension in the air. He seems nervous? Why is he nervous?

Is he also checking me out? Ugh, I wish. I should go freshen up... Wait! What tea does he like? I zoned out and didn't hear one thing about the tea selection.

"I usually drink black tea as it's closest to coffee, but I might make an exception today.", the blond flashes you a smile, answering the question you didn't have to guts to ask yet.

"Hmm, I might as well have coffee." I chuckle, "But the weather really calls for tea, so... anything fruity I think."

I hope you're not fruity... You can't help but think.

He suddenly coughs, and you just brush it off.

You look him up and down once again.

Probably not fruity. Unless...

"I really expected the weather to be better today... Bet your girlfriend is very disappointed to be alone on such a day."

Please take the bait, please take the bait, please take the bait.

"Thankfully she isn't because I don't have anyone waiting on me."

"Oh,..." You fake some sympathy, "That's good I guess. Thankfully no one is waiting for me either."

After the tea is done infusing you finally take a cautious sip, to not burn your tongue. You watch intently as Shin brings the plastic cup to his lips.

I wonder what his lips feel like...

Shin might be able to brush off the blush that's coating his entire face, threatening to raise to his ears, as the tea being too hot, however his insides are burning for a whole different reason.

"So umm, do you live close by? It's the first time for me in this neighborhood. I'm not sure where to find the station after the rain settles."

He gestures towards the celling, but before he can gather his thoughts you hit him with:

"I get being religious and stuff but implying that you live with the man upstairs is a bit blasphemous..." you attempt to make a joke.

"You're half right.", his low chuckle is doing something to you, "I live upstairs with the owner of the shop."

He's as close to God as you can get, Shin thinks to himself.

"Oh, so you're around a lot.", you add just to keep the conversation going.

It's a bit far but I could make more trips, I said I wanted to take more walks anyway...Your thoughts are filled with various ways in which you could approach him over time in order to gain his favour. You're not afraid of playing the long game. Shin, however, might not be able to resist reading these thoughts over and over every time you come into the store.

"I could walk you to the station, it's not far.", he offers.

"You would? That would be great!"

I wish I could hold his hand on the way, he looks warm...

Once the rain stops, Shin keeps his promise. You meet Lu for a brief few minutes as Shin leaves her in charge while he walks you to the station.

The cold air hits you like a brick once you exit the store. You're shivering, but too nervous to say anything.

"You look cold...Here." He takes off his hoodie and give it to you.

"No, I couldn't. How will I give it back to you?"

However, in fact, you would. You were curious how his hoodie smelled and you wanted to be cozied up in his warmth. You just met him though, was it too much? Whatever, it's not like he can read your mind...

"I insist! And you know where to find me.", the grin he throws you could probably kill a few ladies.

"Give me your phone!", you demand.

He complies without a word, already knowing what your plan is.

"There. That's my number. We can meet sometime so I can return the hoodie after I wash it."

After I have some fun with it, you think.

"Sure, sounds good."

You could keep it for all he cared, but he wanted an excuse to see you again.

You make your way to the station, however Shin walked back slower than usual, lingering enough for you to be in his range.

If I touch myself in his hoodie before I wash it he'd never know, right?...

That was his queue to pick up the pace. He'd rather hear about it from you at a later time... Wait, he'd... Okay, your thoughts were definitely affecting him.

"I'm back, thanks for covering for me!", he addresses Lu as he comes back into the store.

"Sure, no probs. Just...why were the umbrellas in the back?"

"Oh, no reason. I must have put them there by mistake."

[wileys-russo]

Handyman with Leah please

handyman

"lee? babe?" you yelled out, knowing she was upstairs while you were down, frowning at your coffee table. "yeah? what's wrong?" the blondes footsteps hurriedly jogged downstairs.

"watch this." you held up a finger, placing a marble on the tabletop, the two of you frowning as it rolled right off. "i told you that you built it wrong!" you accused, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow.

"what? no i rebuilt it! i even used the instructions!" leah huffed in annoyance, dropping down to her knees and trying to twist her head to see if the surface really was uneven.

"well i hope you kept them cause i'm not having my tea and coffees slide off that thing." you warned seriously, leah grumbling to herself as she moved around the table, grunting as the marble continued to slide off each time.

"get me my tool belt would you babe?" leah requested, your ears perking up as you hurried off to do as she asked. a small smile curled onto your lips seeing your girlfriend had changed into a pair of shorts and a sports bra, the weather today unusually warm for spring in north london.

"thank you." she murmured as you handed her the tool belt, kissing your cheek before slinging it around her waist and you let out a small content sigh at the sight. leahs entire attention now fixated on the coffee table you retreated to the kitchen.

forever diligent and well aware that unless you did it your girlfriend would live off ham sandwiches, your own focus turned to meal prepping for your incredibly fussy girlfriend.

speaking of, you were well enjoying the sight of her in her little tool belt trying to fix the uneven table. she'd pulled up the instructions on her phone and her features seemed knit into a permanent frown as she scanned them.

you could tell each time she thought she was successful, making a noise of relief until you'd hear the marble once again rolling off and she would groan loudly, smacking her fist down on the table top and puffing air angrily out of her nostrils.

"baby, lunch break." you wandered over two hours later, gently poking her sides with your foot where she laid down on her back beneath the table. "you look like a mechanic." you smiled in amusement as she pushed herself out and swatted at your leg tiredly.

"i hate this stupid fucking table." her taller form melted into yours as your arms wrapped round her and comfortingly rubbed at her back, leahs head tucking into your neck as she slumped over.

"should we just get a new one?" you suggested, leah shaking her head and placing a lazy kiss to your lips as she stood up straight again. "no. i am going to fix it." she scowled as you grabbed her hand, tugging her over and pushing her to sit down at the dining room table.

"house wife duties are going well then." leah smiled coyly as you placed down a plate of food in front of her kissing her cheek. "told you babe, no ring no wife." you grinned holding up your empty hand.

"we just bought a house together woman one commitment at a time!" leah chuckled, hungrily tucking into her food as you placed a pepsi max by her side.

"could get married next or..." you trailed off sitting across from her with a suggestive smile. "i told you, we are not getting a dog!" leah warned sternly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and chugging her drink.

"why not! you love bella, don't you want to get her a little play mate?" you beamed hopefully. "i love bella cause she lives with mum, not with me. we are not getting a dog! end of." leah cut the conversation short, shoveling the last mouthful of her food in and standing abruptly.

"thank you my girl." she kissed your cheek and strode back off to continue on her duties, your eyes very much enjoying the sight as she did so, taking your time to pick and eat at your lunch just silently admiring your incredibly fit girlfriend.

and of course, her handyman tool belt that you loved so much.

~

"so we're getting a new table then?" you smiled as leah finally joined you in bed, shuffling around so her head rested on your stomach as you were sat up against the headboard with a book in hand.

"i'll go and look tomorrow." leah sighed heavily in defeat, grabbing your free hand and threading it through her hair as you smiled knowing what she wanted.

"although, there was something i wanted to flag with you babe." after a few minutes of comfortable silence you were surprised to hear leah talk, assuming she would drift off as you messed about with her hair, the action of affection coupled with listening to the steady drum of your heart beat as she laid half on top of you normally sending her right to sleep.

"so i finally figured out that there was a few screws missing from the base which is what caused it to tilt." leah started, pushing herself up to sit back on her knees in front of you as you hummed.

"now you wouldn't happen to know where those screws are, would you love?" leahs hands gently squeezed your thighs as she leaned in a little closer and you shook your head. "mustn't have come in the box, faulty flat packs." you tutted as leah smiled.

"hey i was-" you started as she grabbed your book from your hand, snapping it shut and tossing it onto the bedside table. "so then these that i found in your hoodie pocket, just a weird coincidence then?" leah smirked, hand slipping into her shorts as she showed you three small screws sat on her palm.

"weird? no idea how they got there." you gasped, hint of a smile tugging at your lips as the screws joined your book by your bedside. you squealed as leah suddenly grabbed your ankles pulling you to lay down flat on the bed, moving to hover on top of you with a smirk.

"you know baby girl if you wanted to see me in my tool belt that bad all you had to do was ask?"

[inhurtandincomfort]

For the Comfort My OCs Ask Game!

💤- A pleasant dream to Eldwin 🌲 - A day outside to Kieran post-capture 🪀 - A stress or fidget toy to Jowan 💰 - A shopping day to Ancassiuss

💤- A pleasant dream to Eldwin

Did that one here!

🌲 - A day outside to Kieran post-capture

Kieran closed his eyes. Warm sunlight soaked into his skin. It seemed like forever since he'd felt the sun.

It was… spring, now. Or summer. He wasn't sure. A gentle river ran through the forest feeding into a lake nearby. A pleasant breeze brushed through towering trees, ruffling branches hundreds of feet in the air. Fresh air was heavenly after being cooped in that musty basement, and the sunrays felt like a blessing. He clung to that feeling, let it revitalise him. There was a life awaiting him outside. He just had to be patient.

"We should head back," Heather commented, her gaze surveying the woodland. There was no one around for miles. No one ever came there. "He'll be home soon."

"A little longer." He couldn't bear to tear himself away just yet. It was too soon. It was always too soon. "Please."

A collar weighed heavy upon his neck. Her fingers hovered over a controller for a second, before she sighed. She stared into the distance. "Five more minutes. That's all."

🪀 - A stress or fidget toy to Jowan

"Stop fidgeting."

"Don't do that."

"Stop that tapping!"

"Can't you ever just sit still!?"

The beads twirled between his fingers. Wrapping around, looping over, flipping between in an expert manner. Large beads at either end of a string. One hand deftly worked the simple toy performing increasingly complex tricks. Up, sling, roll. With his free hand he turned a page. Endless fields passed by the window.

"Pay attention."

"Am I boring you?"

"What are you doing?"

Jowan glanced up. Thirteen leaned his head against the glass, but his eyes were on Jowan, or more specifically, the string in his hand.

"Ah, am I bothering you? Sorry, I'll stop."

"Don't." When Jowan met his gaze, Thirteen looked away, staring back out the window. "I was just curious, is all."

Oh, I see, Jowan thought in amusement. Thirteen had been content to watch the scenery for awhile, but it had been a long journey. No wonder he was getting bored.

"It's called Begleri. It gives me something to passively do while I work on other things." He flipped the beads in a series of impressive spins that had taken hours of practice. He stopped, grasping them tightly. "Do you want to try?"

For a moment he thought Thirteen was going to ignore him. Then he held out his hand expectantly. "How hard can it be?"

.

.

.

"Why is this so impossible!?" Thirteen scowled at the toy hanging loosely from his fingers. "Here, take it back."

He tossed them flippantly toward Jowan who easily caught them, wasting no time getting back into his routine. "It just takes practice."

Thirteen folded his arms and leaned back in his seat, stubbornly fixated on the window again. "You make it look so easy." He grumbled. Was he pouting?

"Here, try this."

Jowan held the beads in confusion. A single string with a large bead on each side… "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"It's a game from Xluvia. You can learn some really cool tricks with it. It's called Begleri." She picked up another set to demonstrate. She swung them around in a series of rapid movements he couldn't keep track of. She giggled when he tried to replicate, and failed miserably. His cheeks grew hot and he handed the string back to her, but she shook her head.

"I wasn't laughing at you! I wasn't an expert from the moment I picked it up, you know. Here, start with something easier," she said, taking his hand in her own. "Look, hold it like this…"

"I've been doing this for years. It wasn't always so easy." Jowan hesitated. He didn't know if Thirteen would appreciate the offer, but… "Seeing as you're stuck in the lab a lot anyway, I could teach you properly, if you'd like. If nothing else it's something to do. Oh, you don't have to though…"

Thirteen looked back at him. Surprise flashed across his face before it was masked with nonchalance. "Sure, whatever. Fuck all else to do down there anyway."

Jowan smiled softly, and their journey continued in comfortable silence. Loop, flip, swing. It was second nature to him, now. Stern voices still nagged in the back of his mind, but it was getting easier to ignore them. Swing. Flip. Catch.

Thank you, Thaleia.

💰 - A shopping day to Ancassiuss

"Thirteen rics."

"Thirteen!? It was seven last time! Yswenna, you wouldn't be trying to swindle me would you?"

"Times are changin', doll." Yswenna propped her elbow on the counter, resting her chin on her hand. Black rings adorned her fingers, and deep sea hair draped her shoulders. "These resources aren't so abundant anymore. Supply and demand, you see?"

"Aren't I your biggest demand? Couldn't you cut me a deal?"

"Are you saying you can't afford thirteen rics?" A coy smile danced on her lips.

"I'm saying, I'm your most loyal customer," Ancassius drawled, idly twirling his coin purse. "Don't I deserve some special treatment?"

She hummed, a twinkle in her dark eyes. "I'll do twelve."

"You'll do eight."

"Eleven."

"Nine."

"Twenty."

"Wait what?"

She laughed, showing a glimpse of her shark-like teeth. "Let's make it ten, for my most loyal customer. "

"Done!" Ancassius threw ten shiny coins on the counter, and snatched up a box. She watched his every move like a hawk stalking its prey.

"You know, it doesn't take long to whip up. If you bring some ingredients next time, I can make it for you in a flash. And you can keep your low price."

He flashed her a grin. "Where would be the fun in that?"

—-

"Captain!" Moira called in a muffled voice, waving one arm for his attention. The other arm was laden with dozens of goods perched in a precarious pile. She had a lollipop stick in her mouth.

"You've been busy," Ancassius remarked, meeting her where she stood by a market stall.

"This place is great! I've never been able to buy things before!" She swivelled her lollipop, eyes bright with childish glee.

"Did you get everything you need?"

"Almost. I just need one teensy-weensy little thing," she said sweetly. And here we go. "Can you lend me some more money?"

Ancassius' hand twitched at his side as he resisted the urge to bury his face in it. "Moira…"

"Just a little! I'll pay you back, I swear it!" She vowed, "Or I'll cut out my tongue so that I may never swear again!"

"Please don't do that."

"Just one thing! I've already kept the Madam long enough." She gestured to the stall owner, an older woman with stern lines on her face. She gave them both a dirty look.

Saints help me. "…What is it?"

Moira snatched something off the stall and shoved it in his face. "Look at it, isn't it adorable?"

It was… a rat. More specifically, it was the crooked shape of a rat the made from wool, bigger than her head with large teeth and beady black eyes. It was not, by any stretch of the imagination, 'adorable.' In fact, adorable would be the last word Ancassius would use to describe it.

"It's… something."

"I need it."

"No, you don't need it."

"I do."

"You don't."

"Please?"

___

"We need to teach you some financial management."

[timeagainreviews]

The Hyperfixations of Steven Moffat

Leading up to the Doctor Who Christmas special, I was surprised to see people expressing indifference toward the prospect of new Doctor Who. There were the usual shitbag “Not my Doctor,” homophobes and racists who add nothing but noise to the background radiation of the fandom. But there were also ride-or-die fans expressing disinterest. And it’s not like I don’t get it. The first season of RTD’s return was a bit jank. For me, it was a marked uptick in quality, but it also felt like it was trying a bit too hard. We’re also coming off the tail end of a Hell Year™, and we’re tired. Honestly, I kind of hate anyone whose biggest problem in the world right now is the Superman trailer. But I also recognise the need for escapism. Which is why a Doctor Who Christmas special and Wallace & Gromit double feature was such a welcome reprieve from Hell Year™. That was my Christmas sorted. And you know what? I had a lovely fucking Christmas.

My greatest takeaway from this double feature was that Wallace is a bit of a menace in his own right, and Moffat is a man with hyperfixations. When I say this, I don’t mean it in a judgemental way (except for Wallace, he should take more care), but rather to highlight what I think is Moffat’s main quality as a writer. Recently Moffat disclosed that he has been diagnosed autistic. As a neurospicy individual myself, I appreciate a good hyperfixation. Let this blog be exhibit A. You give an autistic or ADHD person a hyperfixation, and it’s like a dog with a bone. You can see this in the way Moffat writes about time travel. I’ve mentioned it before, but Moffat writes time travel like a young boy who got hyperfixated and couldn’t stop thinking about the implications of time travel. 

What are some of Moffat’s hyperfixations as a writer? How about names beginning with “Os”? What about women who look like Elon Musk’s mum if she were a burlesque scientist? Or young people who meet older people and become obsessed with them into adulthood? (I’m not gonna get into it, but it’s weird that it happened three times) While some of Moffat’s preoccupations are distinctly Steven, others are more widely shared. I still remember being nervous around a hobo statue my grandmother had in her basement. I used to run past it as though it were going to spring into life the moment I took my eyes off it. I understand Weeping Angels. Fear of the dark gets us the Vashta Nerada. Steven Moffat is a writer whose fixations are at the centre of his work. And part of that work lands him in hotel rooms where he has plenty of time to lie there and think about the room he’s in.

About a month ago, we were given our first taste of “Joy to the World,” with the opening scene of the Doctor going door to door in various locations attempting to deliver a ham and cheese toastie and a pumpkin spice latte. I don’t usually watch scenes ahead of their time, but the costume geek in me really wanted to see the latest variation on what has become the closest thing we’ll get to a signature look for this Doctor. I loved the butterscotch tones with the wide legged trousers. Such an iconic look. This may be one of my favourite costumes Ncuti has worn thus far. However, beyond a glimpse at the new costume, I was curious to see the Fifteenth Doctor with a different companion from Ruby Sunday. I adored Nicola Coughlan as Clare in Derry Girls, so I had to sneak a peak.

It was rare in classic Doctor Who for a Doctor to go into a situation with no companions. The Third Doctor was alone before meeting Liz Shaw. The TARDIS engines had hardly cooled between Leela and Romana. There were also the Eighth Doctor and Grace. But for the most part, there was always a companion bridging the exchange. It’s far more common in modern Doctor Who to see the Doctor without a companion at the beginning of a story. These moments interest me because its a chance to see the Doctor’s vulnerability. With no one to impress, the Doctor feels somehow less confident. The Doctor doesn’t always need a companion to remind him when he’s gone too far, but also to remind him to feel love. Here, we see the Doctor still not used to being on his own. He pops into a hotel lobby for a couple cups of coffee before remembering he only needs the one.

While this is a nice re-introduction to the Doctor’s current emotional state, I was a little disappointed by this being the reason the Doctor was at the Time Hotel in the first place. It’s funny that he steals coffee from hotel lobbies on the reg, but it’s a flimsy device for a story setup. Then again, that is Moffat’s way. During his run on Doctor Who it was always impressed upon us that the TARDIS always took the Doctor where he needed to be. He even reiterates this concept during the Doctor and Anita’s conversation about her sat nav. That’s sort of the Doctor’s whole thing. Go somewhere innocuous on the day when everything went to shit. Henrik’s Department Store operated for years without incident until the Nestine Consciousness showed up and the Doctor had to blow the place up. Besides, how else are you going to draw a guy who time travels and has no need for a home into a time travelling hotel? Those are like the two things he needs the least. So yeah, the Doctor steals coffees like they were TARDISes.

Along with Nicola Coughlan guest starring as Joy, we get an adorable turn from Joel Fry as the charmingly dim Trev Simpkins. While his screentime is minimal, I fell in love with Trev almost immediately. Sadly, Trev wouldn’t be long for this world, but the stars are a completely different story. Having been conscripted by the Doctor to spy on a strange man in the hotel lobby, Trev quickly becomes embroiled in the journey of the mysterious Villengard suitcase by becoming its next host. This is how we’re introduced to Joy Almondo, a young woman staying at the Sandringham Hotel, which is a bit of a flophouse. Once again, we’re reintroduced to another Moffat hyperfixation which is a weird “women be shoppin’” attitude when Joy nervously asks Anita if its obvious that she’s single. I rolled my eyes at that line, and it’s made slightly more egregious when you consider the reason Joy is by herself in this run-down hotel on Christmas Eve. Why would she be thinking of men on the night she’s very clearly mourning the loss of her mum? The brief conversation between her and the fly in her room endears us to her far more than her anxiety about finding a man in this economy.

Ultimately, the Sandringham Hotel proves to be a lot more interesting of a location than the Time Hotel. Which is saying something considering that out of the Time Hotel’s many doors into different periods of time, one of those doors is some kind of Hobbit door. In contrast to the wacky voyeur tourism of the Time Hotel, the Sandringham Hotel was where the emotional core of the story takes place, even if I find Moffat’s conceit about hotels a bit contrived. You see, I can imagine the genesis of this story came from Moffat lying in a hotel room and considering that weird door that won’t open. We’ve all wondered about it. But he loses me a bit with his take on why people stay at such hotels.

Back in 2016, my friend Gary came and visited me from the states. We planned a trip down to London where he could see Abbey Road and then onto Cardiff for the Doctor Who Experience and up to Liverpool to see John Lennon’s house. It was a bare-bones trip over three days that required some sacrifices in train times and accommodations. We needed a good hotel in London, but what was most important was a place to hang our heads for the evening, so we went with cheap. The hotel we ended up with, we lovingly referred to as the Hotel Mos Eisley because it was a wretched hive of scum and villany. The rooms were numbered with a devil-may-care randomness. At the top of the stairs was a slashed canvas depicting Marilyn Monroe. One of her teeth had been blacked out and a swastika was drawn on her forehead. We had to sleep with toilet paper in our ears for fear of roaches. But we met so many characters in this hotel that we remember it as a fond memory of our trip. We still laugh about it to this day. My point being, sometimes a hotel room is just a means to an end. Also, some people are just poor. It’s not that deep, Steven.

I will however concede that this isn’t lost on Steven Moffat. As I said before, a lot of humanity can be found in the mundane setting of the Sandringham. Spoilers for the Bible if you’ve not read it, but that sentiment is reiterated with the humble manger where Mary gives birth to Jesus at the end of this episode. Furthermore, the Doctor was merely making Joy angry in an attempt to wake her out of whatever control the Villengard briefcase has over her. I had read about a week ago that Moffat wanted to bring the Doctor’s meanness back into the character, something which I have been waiting for since Chibnall decided to make the Doctor constantly stoked on life. I’m not going to go back and count the number of times in this blog where I mentioned wishing they would make Jodie scarier, but it was often. The Doctor is an alien and basically a god, it’s nice to be reminded of that on occasion. Eccleston is a good Doctor, but he became a great Doctor when we saw him lose his shit in “Dalek.” Even if it was being mean to save Joy’s life, it was nice to see the manipulative cosmic being we saw in the Seventh and Eleventh Doctors.

The Doctor is forced to go the long way to save Joy in the future by boot strap paradoxing the briefcase code to himself. I really loved this year the Doctor spends with Anita, working side by side at this hotel. As my friend Taryn quipped, they did more to build the Doctor and Anita’s relationship in one episode than they did Thirteen and Yaz’s relationship in three seasons. But in this relationship, I did find a few holes, and I don’t think I’m alone in suspecting they mean something. By now, you’ve probably seen a theory or two about Anita being Mrs Flood, and I’m right there with you. While she seems perfectly nice, there are some moments when Anita feels like she’s either a woman out of time, or not of this world. She didn’t recognise police boxes, which is sort of fair. I mean, here in Glasgow, they’re everywhere. But they are still a relic. She also didn’t know what Auld Lang Syne meant. Once again, fair dos, not everyone does. But growing up in the UK and not knowing who Guy Fawkes was? Very suspicious.

The Doctor stays with Anita for an entire year working side by side at the hotel. It gave shades of “The Lodger,” and “The Power of Three,” watching the Doctor stay in one place for an extended period while using his Doctory technology in service of mundane tasks. It was very charming and Christmassy to see the Doctor in this capacity. It only further drove home my belief that Ncuti Gatwa was a shoe-in for the Doctor. However, my internet addled-brain still laughed when they hinged a large portion of the episode’s emotional core around a hotel cuck chair. Moffat is clearly not suffering from the same brain rot as me. It’s Chibnall and VOR (see: vore) all over again. Moffat may have a lot to say about hotel rooms, but so does the internet. Sometimes, the fact that Doctor Who is made by middle aged Doctor Who nerds is entirely apparent. I suppose it’s what makes the show so wonderfully memeable. 

Trev uses the phrase “Everywhere, all at once,” in this epsiode and I can’t help but feel like Doctor Who is dipping its toe into the metaverse. Last season we had a character called Susan Triad who was played by a woman named Susan Twist. Then the characters dance while singing that there is always a twist at the end. If Anita turns out to be Mrs Flood, then we’ll have a woman named Anita Dobson who plays a character named Anita Flood. I’m not saying this is what is happening, but it can’t be lost on RTD. Then again, Moffat did give us Oswin Oswald at the same time we got Osgood and I’ll be damned if it didn’t feel related back then too. One of the recurring theories I see people returning to is that the Doctor is in the Land of Fiction from “The Mindrobber.” Perhaps they have included the Master of the Land into the Pantheon of Gods. If you watched the trailer for season two, you’ll have noticed the large animated character emerging for the theatre screen. It’s either the deepest Eighth Doctor cut ever (Crooked World represent!) or the walls between fiction and reality are bleeding into one another. What will that mean for the Doctor, a fictional character? Doctor Who may be a staple of British culture, but it also exists in a Britain so foreign to modern Britain because it never went through a phase of Dalekmania. None the less, I sense another shakeup on the horizon.

Speaking of Britains from a foreign reality, how about that COVID-19 representation? I say foreign from reality, because if you were to have watched Doctor Who during the pandemic, you would think that their fictional version of Britain never had to deal with the coronavirus. I’m not going to sit here and call Chibnall gutless for not including the pandemic into the storyline. I imagine it was a choice that required a meeting and they ultimately decided not to address it. If I were to guess, I would imagine they left the pandemic out of the show for two reasons. Firstly, they probably wanted Doctor Who to be a reprieve from death and despair. And secondly, they probably wanted to avoid questions like “Why doesn’t the Doctor just give everyone the cure?” So yeah, they probably did what was best at the time and left it at that. I can appreciate that. I can also appreciate them introducing it to give the Tories a proper bollocking.

I’ve seen some complaints about Joy’s decrying the Tories as her mother gasped her final breaths in the hospital. Some people (see: idiots) thought it was too political and woke. Which, if that’s your takeaway from this episode, I pity you. If anything, the Tories got off light. I have friends who lost their mums to COVID and I was happy to see the show finally address the very real situation we survived. I’m old enough to have lived through monkey pox outbreaks, bird flu, SARS, and mad cow disease. I never met anyone who got those diseases. I’ve had COVID three times. The pandemic was out of control in a way no living human had seen since the 1920s. Doctor Who has often struggled with finding the correct tone when tackling deep issues. But I feel like they nailed it here. Oddly, it being a Christmas story allows it the proper tone to reflect on holidays spent with late loved ones.

It’s rare when I watch an episode of Doctor Who when my closest network of friends and family who watch Doctor Who are all in agreement as to its quality. Usually one of us has a grievance to air. But everyone in my little circle really enjoyed the episode. This is surprising considering the somewhat cheesy ending with Bethlehem (though I did love the idea that the Time Hotel is why there was no room at the inn for Mary and Joseph). Myself and Taryn, both atheists, weren’t bothered in the slightest. My friend Alice, a Christian, wasn’t bothered by it on any religious grounds. It was a sweet moment afforded by the fact that it’s Christmas. Besides, if Baby Jesus isn’t invited to his birthday party, then maybe they’re doing something wrong. Other than the usual chuckleheads, I’ve not seen many people complaining about this episode. I did see that some people were let down by the lack of Silurians. The Silurian hotel manager, Melnak, had led some to believe that this Christmas special was going to be rife with Silurians. I never got this impression as he seemed like a one-off character. In fact, after watching the second episode preview, I thought it was implied that the Villengard briefcase hologram took the form of the dominant species during dinosaur times. It would appear that we were all wrong. Other than that and some of Moffat’s weird “women be shopping” brand of dialogue, it was a very solid episode of Doctor Who.

Along with the quiet moments of reflection, the deep connection between the Doctor and Anita, and Joy’s mourning her mother, we even got some exciting action scenes. We got a Jurassic Park style dinosaur with glowy eyes. We even got an exciting train scene. I love watching Ncuti in that flowing coat. He’s like a superhero in his cape atop that train in an ice storm. It was fun to watch him swinging a grappling hook to open the tomb encasing the starseed. But when the Doctor returns, both Joy and the starseed have ascended the stairs to the wild blue yonder above. While I had hoped for a little bit more of a presence of Villengard, I appreciated that this sentient star had more in mind than death and destruction. Villengard was so far from in control of the situation by that point and I loved that. Because, in reality, they’ve always been pathetic and small-time in the Doctor’s world. They acknowledge and appreciate the shared risk all sentient life takes with their actions. They like to think its the same worry people had when they fired up the Hadron Collider, but it’s closer in nature to corporations killing the environment we all depend on. “The Starseed will bloom and the flesh will rise,” wasn’t a threat, but a prelude to Joy’s ascent into the heavens. What’s more is that Trev and the other carriers of the star case will also live on forever in the sky. Leading the wisemen to Jesus and delivering Joy’s mother to the great beyond. If you think this episode didn’t make me cry, you’d be wrong.

The episode ends, but not before revisiting a couple of familiar faces. We see Ruby waiting by her phone for the Doctor to call, but instead it’s her mum. We can expect to see Ruby again, but probably not right away, which I’m fine with. It will give us time to get to know Varada Sethu as “Belinda Chandra,” a name which excites me on two levels. Is she related to Rani Chandra? And why does she have a different name from Mundy Flynn? Is this an Adeola/Martha cousins thing? Or is an Oswin/Clara different versions of the same person thing? Maybe it’s something more? The important thing is that I’m curious and excited to find out. I expect great things from Doctor Who, and if nothing else, chairs for the TARDIS. The future of Doctor Who feels bright from my perspective, I just wish the rest of the fandom felt the same way. 2025, or Hell Year™ 2.0,  is going to be a rough year for a lot of us. Like I said, I understand the need for escapism. You have my permission to feel good about yourself and to enjoy some Doctor Who next year. Fuck the haters. You have value and you deserve to feel joy.

[olenvasynyt]

So, we all know how much you love Lucien, and in the spirit of appreciating him, here are some questions. Feel free to answer whichever ones you like:

1. What makes you like Lucien so much?

2. What do you think are his strengths and weaknesses?

3. What are your favorite headcanons about him?

4. What do you think about his magic?

5. How do you think he feels about his family and the Autumn Court? And what about Helion?

6. How do you think he currently feels about the Spring Court? And about Tamlin? And Andras?

7. How do you think he feels about the Night Court and the Inner Circle? And about Feyre?

8. How do you imagine his relationship with Jesminda was? And how do you think his relationship with Elain will turn out? How are they different, and how are they similar?

9. Since ACOEAS shows us a younger Lucien, how do you think he’s changed over time?

10. How do you think all the events from the books have affected him?

Omg anon I love youuuuu so many amazing questions thank you for distracting me!

1. What makes you like Lucien so much?

I've always been really drawn to characters like him. One of my first fictional crushes was Dustfinger from Inkheart, I read that series when I was 8 or so and I swear soo many of my fictional crushes are similar to him, including Lucien. I made this post about their similarities but in general: red hair, fire powers, scarred face / eye, rakish, foxy attitude, and tragic backstory where he loses his home and/ or misses his loved one?? I devour it. I fell in love with Lucien from the moment he stepped onto the page and I haven't been able to let go of him since. And besides my fixation on this type of foxy character, he's also just a character who stands out in ACOTAR? He offers a different perspective, he's a refreshing break from the very typical darked haired shadow daddy enemies to lovers trope. He's clever and sad, he's sexy and super fae, h'es brave and selfless and has an incredibly tragic story that I can devour. I could say soooooo much more but I think the answers to some of your other questions will apply to this one too lmao

2. What do you think are his strengths and weaknesses?

His cleverness is definitely one of his strengths. He is so smart and very little gets by him, he just sees everything. As an emissary, he knows so much about the world, politics, survival, etc. And he's very loyal and kind too, and will risk his life to do the right thing. Some people see this as a weakness, and some people will fully ignore or deny that Lucien had this, but he is absolutely brave and loyal.

But I think one of his weaknesses is his struggle to keep his mouth shut haha. And this is because he is brave and loyal, but sometimes his emotions do get the better of him and cause him to get in dangerous situations. I think he was more infamous of this when he was younger.

And he is very much filled with guilt and self-hatred, and I think this prevents him from doing certain things. It's not seen a lot on the outside, but Feyre got a little glimpse into his mind and saw some telling things:

I don't think feeling guilty and hopeless is necessarily a weakness: I think those are very important traits that a human should feel in order to grow. But I think his guilt from Jesminda is really impacting him, and maybe causing him to have complex feelings with his mating bond with Elain.

3. What are your favorite headcanons about him?

I made this post about my Lucien headcanons! I think one of my favorites is he used to have short hair when he was younger to make him not look like his brothers, but began to grow his hair out when he was with Jesminda. When she died he refused to cut it and now it's past his waist.

4. What do you think about his magic?

I might have made a post about this I can't remember, but a lot of people theorize that he doesn't have fire powers but I think he does, SJM is very unfortunately vague with her writing haha. I also like the symbolism of him having something of his mother's and his father's. He still has two parts of him, and Autumn is one of those parts! I'm realyl excited to see his Day Court magic, I definitely think the spell-cleaving powers will come into play with future plots.

5. How do you think he feels about his family and the Autumn Court? And what about Helion?

He absolutely has a lot of complicated feelings with his family. I do think he realized he was a bastard when he was quite young since High Fae magic develops around puberty. I think he was clever enough to keep it a secret. I think it's very complicated too. Eris wears this mask around people to get ahead and achieve his goals. He might have taken it off around LoA and when Lucien was younger, but I feel like as Lucien grew, Eris tried to distance himself from him to protect him and to help Lucien be able to protect himself. I feel like he was fairly close with him but they drifted apart for a bit when his powers developed, they came back together, then they drifted apart again. And Lucien may have developed some resentment for Eris because Eris is always wearing his mask to survive, and this may have hurt their relationship.

I also do think he loves the Autumn Court, but of course it's complicated too with the sexism and racism that festers in the Court. He learned from its people, he's familar with the land, and he holds memories close to him, as seen from how he decorates his room at the Spring manor.

Also about Helion, I go back and forth on if he knows Helion is his father or not. I think SJM will make him ignorant of this fact for the dramatics but it could be possible he knows because Helion became HL UTM. Maybe the heirs feel the transfer of power too. And we can see how Lucien displays HL heir powers as well, such as how he was able to command Cassian in SF. I'm actually going to do a separate post about his feelings about Helion lmao I'll link it here when it's up.

6. How do you think he currently feels about the Spring Court? And about Tamlin? And Andras?

BRO I think about him and Andras all the time, that was actually one of the first fanfics I looked up because I feel like he is still mourning for him. Bro, I would loveeeee it if they were lovers but that is yet another dead lover trope surrounding Lucien and 😩😭. But i do think he mourns over Andras still, even if he tries to push his feelings away. And about Spring and Tamlin as a whole: it's so heartbreaking because Spring and Tamlin became his home after he lost his. He lost Jesminda, ran from Autumn, and Tamlin took him in and welcomed him. And he played a very important role in the Court too. I think losing Tamlin and Spring was so frustrating for him. He is such a loyal person so I think it was so hard to leave Tamlin even after everything.

7. How do you think he feels about the Night Court and the Inner Circle? And about Feyre?

And speaking of frustratedddddd bro. I personally struggle with his friendship with Feyre, I think it was very one-sided and idk. I just hate Feyre for a lot of reasons and the way she has treated Lucien for the past few books genuinely makes me mad, I have made post after post after post on this topic lmao. But again, he's very loyal. I do believe he knows that the NC could be using him (as they have since ACOWAR) but he's not only clever enough to brush it off and use it to his advantage but he's also pretty hopeless. He clings onto things. But Night was his third home that he already doesn't feel like he belongs in, I think that might really piss him off. I do hope we get his POV in the future to finally get another perspective of the IC that's not riddled with annoying biases.

8. How do you imagine his relationship with Jesminda was? And how do you think his relationship with Elain will turn out? How are they different, and how are they similar?

Oh girl lmao, A Court of Embers and Sunlight will explain everything on my thoughts on Lucien x Jesminda I cannot fit it in this answer lmao. And explore my featured tags too because I talk about them a lot. I love them so much, I mourn for them, ugh. I think Jesminda was one of the first people who really saw him and gave him real hope. She is a huge part of his life, and she always will be.

And with Elucien. Ugh you should know my feelings for them too because omg I love them. I think Elain and Lucien will have some incredible tropes surrounding them: reluctant bond, suppressed feelings, growing into feelings, growing with each other and developing together. I think their bond is incredibly important and will be the key thing that discusses what fate is: SJM was like is it destiny or is it something we make, or is it both? (idk the exact quote lmao sorry). And I do think it's both with Elucien.

9. Since ACOEAS shows us a younger Lucien, how do you think he’s changed over time?

I think he has grown to become cleverer and sadder. He was always clever, but I really want to focus on what he doesn't know about in ACOEAS. In ACOWAR he said that he learned from Autumn's people, and I think them along with Jesminda really shown him different aspects of the world that he didn't know about. I also think he learned how to properly love, and that includes how to properly love himself. He doesn't have a lot of faith in ACOEAS because he kind of didn't see a future for himself. He was cast aside, dismissed and abused in the Forest House, and didn't feel like he belonged. But Jesminda made him feel like he belonged somewhere. This is kind of an answer for question 8 but idk, I think Jesminda helped him grow in a lot of ways.

10. How do you think all the events from the books have affected him?

Bro I think it fucked him up even more than he was before lmao. He's been through shit pre-ACOTAR: he lost Jesminda, he hasn't seen his mother, he lost his eye, he lost Andras, he lost Feyre in ACOMAF, he was hurt by his life-long friend Tamlin, he lost Tamlin and Spring, he and Elain have yet to work out their feelings, Rhys and Feyre are shits to him sometimes, and he's practically homeless and with only his job to keep him afloat. Like bro PLEASEEEEEEE GIVE HIM A HAPPY ENDING WITH ELAIN I BEG OF YOU, SJM

[bluelocksource]

Kurona Ranze’s trivia

☆ Character color: Pink.

☆ Birthday: 6th September.

☆ Current age: 16 (1st year high schooler).

☆ Zodiac: Virgo.

☆ Birthplace: Hokkaido.

☆ Family structure: Father. Mother. Himself.

☆ Current height: 168 cm.

☆ Foot size: 26.5 cm.

☆ Dominant foot: Right foot.

☆ Vision acuity: 1.2

☆ Blood type: O.

☆ Grip strength: 38 kg.

☆ Motto: "Take care of your own mood."

☆ Starts playing football: At age 4.

☆ Team before joining BLUE LOCK: Kirikizan High School Soccer Club.

切刻斬 (kirikizan) can mean 'cutting slash' or 'precise cut'.

☆ Hobby: Playing with his braid. "Since childhood, I’ve had the habit of touching my bangs when I’m daydreaming, watching TV, or concentrating. When my parents jokingly taught me how to braid, I’ve had braided hair ever since. I braid and unbraid it to get through boring classes."

☆ Favorite food: Twist bread. "It’s cute because it looks like a braid. Any flavor is fine."

☆ Food he dislike: Iga’s hard-baked rice crackers. "I chipped a tooth as a child. They’re hard. Hard.”

Iga is a city in Mie Prefecture.

☆ What goes best with rice: "I prefer bread, so I don’t know much about it."

☆ Favorite animal: Great white shark. "I feel a connection because of its jagged teeth. Jaws. Jaws."

☆ Favorite season: Spring. "It makes me want to run. RUN. RUN."

☆ Favorite football player: Lamine Yamal.

☆ Favorite song: "Onaji Yoru" by sancrib.

☆ Favorite manga: Gachiakuta.

☆ Favorite movie: Guardians of the Galaxy.

☆ Mushroom shoots vs Bamboo shoots: Bamboo shoots. "I like the crispy biscuit-like texture. Bamboo shoots sprouting up."

☆ What makes him happy: Subtle affection. "I like people who always look out for me."

☆ What makes him upset: Being yelled at. "They should just talk to me before getting angry. Anger management is important."

☆ What he thinks his strength is: "I can build relationships with others while maintaining a moderate distance. Also, I’m fast on my feet."

☆ What he thinks his weakness is:  "I tend to be quite casual about things I’m not interested in. Casual."

☆ What made him cry recently: “When my pet hedgehog passed away.”

☆ Favorite/best subject: "None in particular. None. I dislike studying."

☆ Weak/least favorite subject: "All of them. That’s why I hate studying! Don’t ask! Don’t ask!"

☆ Ideal type: Someone who maintains a moderate distance but stays close.

☆ Number of chocolates received from previous Valentine: 4.

☆ At what age he experiences first love: 8 years old.

☆ The first time he got confessed to: “A classmate told me they liked me, but it was in a mascot-like way. I was disappointed. I was really down.”

☆ Fixation: Hairstyles. "A person’s hairstyle reflects their personality."

☆ Average sleeping time: 7.5 hours.

☆ How he spend his holiday: “Training to improve my running speed. Taking care of my hedgehog (the second one). Then just relaxing casually. Relaxing.”

☆ When taking a bath, which part he washes first: His hair. "I undo my braid and carefully treat it."

☆ What he usually buy from the convenience store: "Hair ties. Hair ties."

☆ What will he do if he received 100 million yen: "I’d be shocked. Shocked."

☆ At what age he stops receiving presents from Santa: At 11 years old.

☆ What was his last wish from Santa: "Socks, for soccer. It was funny to find socks inside Santa’s stocking."

☆ What will he do during his last day on Earth: "Spend a relaxing time with my parents and my pet hedgehog (the second one)."

☆ Favorite historical figure: John Lennon.

☆ If he hadn’t encountered soccer, what will he be doing: “I might have aimed to become a pet groomer.”

☆ If he could only take one thing to a deserted island, what would it be: "I’d take my pet hedgehog (the second one) with me. Oh, the hedgehog's name is Pocari."

☆ If he had a time machine, would he go to the past or the future: The future. “I want to go really far into the future and make friends with future people.”

note: i want to apologize in advance for any mistake made in the translation!

source: Egoist Bible 2.

[autisticrosewilson]

JOEYJANE WEDDING

Jane's leaning over his piano, She's either been standing on her tip toes for the past 15 minutes or she's wearing one of the new pairs of heels that seem to spill out of her closet at the Tower. She's humming along with the song he's playing but her eyes never leave Joey's face.

His hopes that this is going to be one of those days where she just listens to him play quietly are immediately dashed. "You should play this song at our wedding." She remarks absently, resting her cheek on her folded arms.

He could stop playing to sign at her, or he could let her follow this familiar train of thought until she convinces herself his lack of response is a confirmation. He settles for a third option.

She ignores his deadpan look. "I keep going back and forth on the colors. Yellow and blue, maybe? Or pink, yellow, and blue. It's going to be in spring, so maybe green too? All pastels, obviously." She continues.

Last week she'd been deciding between a spring or summer wedding. As usual, he'd declined to comment. It seems she's come to a conclusion without his input.

He keeps playing.

"I've always liked nontraditional wedding dresses. My moms was mostly white, but it faded into an earthy pink at the bottom. Apparently, it was her mom's wedding dress that she altered for her own wedding. I wonder if I could get it back for ours...?" She trails off thoughtfully.

Joey hadn't known any of this, and he's not really sure how he feels about knowing it under these circumstances.

"She probably wouldn't mind if I altered it myself. She always said I had a talent for sewing."

Joey is inclined to agree with her on this. He's seen some of her work, and if she ever wanted to go that route, she could probably make a career out of it.

"I don't think you should wear a black suit, it would clash too much. I guess you could wear white, but that seems too boring. You should wear blue, you always look good in blue." She suggests.

He prefers purple, but it's not like it's ever going to happen so he doesn't bother arguing.

"Or maybe green to match your eyes?" It's takes him a moment to figure out she's waiting for his input. He glances up at her, eager brown eyes fixated on him like an excited puppy. He keeps playing.

"Fine," She huffs, "be that way." She keeps talking, and eventually, she pulls out a frankly ridiculous looking binder helpfully announcing Wedding Plans in glitter gel calligraphy.

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I'm thinking about carnations instead of roses, pink ones, with honeysuckle or heliotrope? Joey rambles, the electronic voice grating on Jane's already frayed nerves.

She ignores him, wishing not for the first time that she hadn't bothered with her hearing aids before she sat down to clean her guns.

"Maybe we need something more yellow to match your dress," he continues. "You still want pink and yellow, right?"

She can't help but imagine it. The dress her mother and grandmother wore stretched over her wide shoulders, delicate tulle and embroidered flowers against her jagged scars. She can't see it as anything but an insult to the woman who raised the girl she used to be.

"No." She says without thinking, voice raw.

Joey looks at her, that look she used to bend over backward for. Coring her and picking apart her thoughts effortlessly. It makes her nauseous. "That's okay," he says after a while, "The color scheme won't change much." He assures her.

He's lying, she labored for hours over that stupid binder, everything was perfectly cohesive and changing something as massive as the color scheme would throw everything off, but if she didn't know any better she'd fall for his sincerity so easily.

She stays silent and tries to pretend that she can't see Joey waiting for her response.

"Well, I've been thinking of some other options anyway. How do you feel about lilac and maroon?"

Anyone else would wither under the glare she levels at him, but Joey has never been most people.

"We can keep the heliotrope and instead of carnations we can do red aster." He decides.

"There isn't going to be a wedding." She grits out, her too sharp teeth grinding against each other.

"That used to be my line." He grins at her, all self assured and just a little smug and somehow entirely too sweet. A part of her she's been trying to keep buried delights in it. The rest of her knows better.

"We're not kids anymore Joey, no more playing pretend." She keeps her face blank, her voice steady. She tries to pretend she doesn't feel anything about the way hurt flickers in his eyes.

It's just grief for a girl who doesn't exist anymore. All of this It's just- just misplaced guilt. He's playing with ghosts like everyone else. She doesn't want to draw it out, the realization of who she is now. Red Hood. Jane Doe. No name and no symbol, just blood under her nails and anger blooming like flowers behind her ribs.

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"Ooh how about dark chocolate cake and raspberry cream cheese frosting?" Adeline offers.

"I don't know I'm still set on the pomegranate filling, the raspberry might clash." Nathalie muses, fussing with the extensions she'd insisted Jane wear.

Talia pauses the argument she's been having with the venue owner to peer over the women's shoulders. "Both of those seem too pink for the color scheme, I still say we go with the cherry filling if we're not using the red velvet cake." She tsks before swiftly switching back to heated French to continue lecturing whatever poor fool was unlucky enough mess up the flower arrangement.

"Cherry and pomegranate taste basically the same anyway." Joey tries to be diplomatic.

All three women look at him appalled before going back to their tasks.

Jane sends him a mostly amused look of pity from the stylists chair. He responds with a bashful shrug.

"Well, we can always compromise by adding another tier." Adeline hums thoughtfully.

"That might be too much, even if we send people home with leftovers." Jane frowns. "I don't want any of it to go to waste."

"Oh don't worry about that," Nathalie assures, carefully pinning her curls in place, "I'm sure we'll have plenty of uninvited guests dropping in. We'll see if we can't talk them into eating some before they start monologuing."

"Whats the point in having all those ninjas hiding in the bushes if the party is being crashed anyway?" Joey huffs.

"Oh please, your father is a lot of things but incompetent isn't one of them. No security detail on the planet has managed to keep him out of anything yet." Adeline snorts. "No offense to your assassin's of course." She adds at Talia's withering glare.

The doorbell rings, and Nathalie squeals loud enough that Jane winces and reaches for her hearing aid on Instinct. "That must be the dress!" She bounds for the door, Adeline hot on her heels, and Talia brings up the rear - still muttering curses at the person on the other line.

Joey meets her eyes with a grin, and her scowl looks more like a pout where it's softened by the flush in her cheeks.

He manages to get the barest glimpse of dark satin and lace before Jane is dragged away, to be properly fitted and doted on away from his prying eyes.

It's bad luck for a groom to see the dress before the wedding.

He entertains himself by flipping through the binder with all the planning. There's two now, the Big Book as they've taken to calling it - a huge binder with 10 overstuffed folders, carefully labeled to keep everything organized- and the original, a worn thing covered in glitter and peeling stickers, crammed full of sticky notes and sections where things have been scribbled out and changed and changed again over the years. The Big Book is the official wedding guide, commandeered by their moms almost immediately, and only kind of inspired by all their earlier plans. The original...well, Joey doesn't think he'll ever be able to part with that. Even after its place on his bedside table was replaced with an aged first addition Jane Austin book in what might be Mandarin - Joey can hardly keep up with all the languages Jay knows - he's held onto it too long to be content with shoving it in a junk box or under his bed to collect dust.

Most things have changed. Some have non-negotiably stayed the same. Jane asked him once if he thought it was worth the wait. He knew she wasn't just talking about flower arrangements or dress patterns.

Joey didn't even need to think about it. He'd smiled and quoted something by Neruda that made Jane turn bright red and pouty and they both knew that Joey would wait a million lifetimes for her, for this. Because she came back to him. She slipped through the fingers of death and clawed her way from the earth and she found her way back home, in his bed, in his arms, at his back and by his side.

He has a million pages of words that fail utterly to explain his love for her. Diary entries scrawled in the pages of too sparse sketchbooks and poetry that you couldn't torture him into digging back up. Notes in the margins of books creased from being read a little too often. Stock cards filled front to back with quotes about soulmates and stardust and the parts of him that cease to exist without her. None of them are good enough. He could write a thousand symphonies, spend the rest of his life kneeling before a canvas trying to capture every part of her that he has always recognized as home. It would be a life well lived, and an unimaginably fruitless endeavor.

He's snapped out of his thoughts sometime later by the front door slamming shut. Jane trudges back to the kitchen, finally letting herself relax. Neither of them are exceptionally fond of company, but unlike him, Jane has never had any interest in pretending otherwise. She leans over his shoulder to look at the page he's absent mindedly staring at, strong arms draped over his shoulders and her chin resting on his head. His Voice emulator drops to his lap and he sighs, leaning back against her.

"Have any grand revelations about the center pieces?" Her voice is a low rumble that reverse through his bones. She must have taken her aids out at some point, she isn't focused on how her voice is pitched.

"Just feeling grateful that we talked Nat and Talia out of the purple pitcher plants." He muses.

He can feel her smirk when she buries her face in his neck, the dull spikes of her labret piercing familiar enough now that he stops jumping every time he feels them. "It was a miracle," She agrees, "thank God Addie was a tie breaker on the side of sensibility."

"You're only saying that because she voted to let you wear combat boots under your dress." He snorts.

"It's probably a losing battle, but I'm thankful for the support nonetheless."

It's quiet for a moment, the comfortable kind that always makes Jay a little sleepy. When it's just the two of them, as safe as it's possible to be, and she can finally relax. He can feel her steadily resting more of her weight on him, and he delights in the warmth of her.

"You know you'll have to actually tell Bruce you're getting married soon right? He'll be worse if he's surprised." He regretfully breaks the peace to be right.

Jay groans, a bit too loud and far too dramatic, and he grins till his cheeks hurt as he's hauled towards their bedroom.

[fanfictionstuff]

Amaimon x Student (23)

Feel kind of 'eh' about this chapter. But I want to get them out of the way so reader can focus on Amaimon and Amaimon won't go around trying to kill random suitors

Amaimon lets out a sigh as he sinks into the water of the hot spring, resting against your shoulder. While checking into the hotel, the elderly couple began dropping hints about your relationship with Amaimon, even going so far as to leave condoms openly on the bed. But it was then that Amaimon was reminded about how gentle he’ll have to be up until after New Year. Your parents can’t see dark marks left by him.

“So, you’ll meet my family in a few days.” You quietly begin, “Are you really sure you want to meet them?” You question.

“If it means they’ll never send another man to you again, I have no problem meeting them. The next man they attempt to send, I will kill him.” Amaimon speaks with unwavering confidence. “You’re my pet. If anyone attempts to interfere, I will kill them. That includes your parents.”

You should be alarmed. Saying things like, 'No, you won’t harm my parents!’ or ‘I’ll never let you do that!’ comes to mind, but when imagining being taken from Amaimon. You refuse to accept it. Naturally, you don’t want them to die, but-

Amaimon tilts his head up and gently bites on your earlobe.

“You’re going to act normal around them…right?”

The next few days pass uneventfully, except for Amaimon's slight annoyance with how he can’t leave marks on you until after your parents’ visit. However, he eventually moves past this and decides that both of you can spend more time together once they leave.

When your parents arrive, you’re extremely nervous. Your mother sent you a message during your last class at school and insisted on meeting you right away.

Which is fine; leave Amaimon for a few hours and catch up with your mom and dad. 

With those plans cast aside, you should have known that Amaimon wouldn’t care about giving you a moment to reconnect with your family. 

He received a message from Mephisto right before the two of you left school grounds, so you promised to wait for him by the gate until he returns. 

When you notice him approaching you, your eyes widen. “What happened?” you ask, lifting your hand to touch his left ear, which is now rounded instead of pointed. Your gaze then drifts down to his hands. No claws. “Why do you look like this?” 

Amaimon observes your reaction with curiosity. You appear disappointed to see him in this state. “It’s so your parents can’t see I’m a demon.” He raises his right hand to reveal a ring on his middle finger. “Big brother gave it to me, it’s camouflage.”

“Oh.”

Even his fangs are gone; the canines are slightly pointed but nothing like they were before.

“Your parent won’t know who I really am until it’s too late.” He grasps your jaw in his hand. “Once they realize who I really am, you’ll already be my queen. Be a good pet and follow my instructions." He leans forward and presses his lips against yours.

Fortunately, when you step into the meeting location, Mephisto is already there, gracefully serving tea. He should be able to correct any mistakes Amaimon makes or stop them from happening.  “_____!” Your mother is the first to catch sight of you. She rushes over to wrap you in her arms, but suddenly halts, her gaze fixating on Amaimon, who is watching her with narrowed eyes. “Ambrosius Faust, I presume?” she asks, pulling back and eyeing him with a mix of curiosity and challenge.

With a warm smile, she beckons you and Amaimon to take your seats opposite her and your father. Amaimon settles in at your right, while Mephisto occupies the end of the table nearest to your father and Amaimon.

As soon as you settle in, your parents narrow their eyes at Amaimon, sizing him up as if measuring his strength. Your father speaks first. “So, you're here with the intention of marrying my daughter?”

You choke on your tea; this is not what you had been expecting as soon as you sat down. “Dad!”

"Let’s get straight to the point, _______. You aren’t dating for fun, you need to find a husband, you need to seek out a man of real power.” His attention switches to Amaimon. “I’ve heard you aren’t even an exorcist. So, how can we be sure you possess the strength to help create a strong offspring?” Your father narrows his eyes at Amaimon, waiting for answers.

Mephisto interjects with enthusiasm. “Actually! Ambrosius stands out as one of the most formidable potential exorcists we’ve seen in years. Though he received training in his youth, he sadly lacks the desire to pursue a path as an exorcist.”

“Wait, what’s your connection to Ambrosius?” your mother interjects, fixing her gaze on Mephisto. “Well, he was entrusted to my care as a baby. I considered having him adopted out, but I recognized his potential; I didn’t want to formally adopt him as my son, so I’ve made him my legal nephew.”

Your parents exchange puzzled glances, caught off guard by Mephisto’s explanation. However, considering Mephisto Pheles has always been eccentric, they choose to overlook it for the moment.

Mephisto smirks. "Considering Ambrosius’ connection with ______, I’m optimistic that he might be interested in becoming an exorcist again. Would you accept him even if he’s not?”

Your dad sighs. “Honestly, I hate to admit it, but the family’s priorities are making sure ______ has strong children to continue the bloodline.” You can see the guilt in his eyes as he speaks. “Doesn’t matter if he’s an exorcist, as long as he is strong.”

Amaimon gazes at your father for an uncomfortably long moment before speaking. “How many children do you expect us to have?”

Curiosity sparkles in your father’s eyes. “You’re already considering children? I suppose that’s a positive sign.”

“It’s one of the requirements for marrying ______: strength and children. So, how many do you expect us to have?”

“At least five.”

“Okay.”

“Five? Are you serious?” You stare at your father in disbelief. You had expected maybe two, but five?

Your mother clears her throat. “We were hoping for something more like three.”

Amaimon shrugs. “I was thinking eight.”

“Eight?!” You whirl around to face Amaimon, disbelief written all over your face. He stares blankly at you. “Sorry, are you suggesting we should have more? Because that’s fine.”

Your father clears his throat. "Well, we can talk about children later. As long as you’re willing to have children, that’s what truly matters. I suppose it will be at least another three years before children are in the picture."

Amaimon locks eyes with your father. “Our plan is to have a child by the end of this year.” 

You choke, and your parents stare at you in disbelief. Without looking your way, Amaimon casually pats your back. “Excuse me?” your mom glances between you and Amaimon. “Um, he’s joking."

“I’m not.”

“Ambrosius.”

“What?”

You narrow your eyes but don’t say anything else.

“So, how did you two meet?” Your mother raises a brow, eager to learn as much as she can about who will most likely be her future son-in-law.

“I was fighting-“

“It was an argument.” Mephisto cuts in.

“Right. I was arguing with someone and noticed _______. It was love at first sight.”

He’s flipping the roles. You frown.

“Really?” Your mother leans in closer. 

Amaimon nods. “Yes, the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was destined to be my bride.”

You nudge his side. “Please stop talking.” This is so embarrassing.

“That’s nice, but we need to see your strength. If you wish to continue this relationship with our daughter, you must demonstrate your strength to us.” your father interjects.

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“This should be a safe space to test his strength, right?” Mephisto smirks, standing in the middle of an exorcist training ground.

Your father stands tall and proud, exuding an air of arrogance as he summons his familiar. “I’ll make a deal with you, Ambrosius: if you can withstand one of my familiars for five minutes, I’ll grant my approval."

Amaimon blinks, gazing at the naga before him, then glances back at you over his shoulder. You look at him for a moment, puzzled, until realization strikes. Naga are kin of Amaimon. “That’s too easy,” Amaimon complains to your father. “Don’t you have a stronger familiar?”

Your father glares back. “If it’s so easy, prove it.”

Amaimon then looks over to Mephisto, who looks beyond amused. “Yes, Ambrosius, prove it.”

Amaimon rolls his eyes at Mephisto as he reluctantly steps up. "Fine, but don't complain when it's over too quickly," he cautions, flexing his fingers as if to warm them up. 

You gulp involuntarily, worried that Amaimon will show his true strength. 

The ground trembles beneath the weight of the Naga as it lurches forward toward Amaimon, who stands resolutely in its path, undeterred by the creature's imposing size. With a swift motion, the Naga rushes toward Amaimon but halts instantly as Amaimon raises a hand, commanding the Naga to stop, which it obediently does.

Mephisto claps playfully, an exaggerated grin spreading across his face. "Well, you could say Ambrosius is quite the snake charmer!"  

In an instant, the naga vanishes in a swirling puff of smoke, leaving your father looking bewildered. "How?"  

“I told you, it’s too easy," Amaimon sighs.

Mephisto, savoring the shock on your father’s face, chuckles softly before speaking. “Let me clarify: Ambrosius has a strong affinity for��kin of earth. It would be nearly impossible to defeat him using any kin of earth.” 

You frown. Mephisto might as well just tell them that he’s Amaimon. 

“Anyway, Dad, why don’t you summon another familiar?” You attempt to divert your parents' attention from the possibility of them connecting the dots and come to the realization that he’s Amaimon.

“And will that power be passed on to his offspring?” 

“Of course!” Mephisto nods. 

Your dad then turns his attention to you. “We need to talk.” 

He nods towards your mom as he grabs your upper arm. “Please excuse us for a moment.” 

Amaimon’s brow furrows, his gaze fixed on you as your father pulls you away.  

Mephisto chuckles. “I guess they’re going to have a family meeting to decide if you’re worthy of being ______’s future husband.” 

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“Sweetheart,” your father says, his hands gripping your shoulders as soon as you’re out of sight of the demon kings. “Do you truly want to marry him? I know we’ve discussed the need for you to marry someone powerful, but I can’t shake this strange feeling about him. I don’t want you to feel obligated to marry him just to produce strong children. Yes, continuing the bloodline is important, but you don’t have to marry someone you don’t love only because he’s powerful.”

You blink in confusion, trying to wrap your mind around your father’s words. It takes a moment for it to click what he’s implying. “Do you think I’m only with him because I know he’s strong?” 

Your mother cuts in. “You don’t have to do it. We can find others if you don’t like the men we’ve shown you. Don't settle for a man just because he’s strong; I won't make you do that. I want you to find true love.”

Well, this is awkward. You find yourself staring at them, struggling to find the right words. They believe you genuinely care about continuing the bloodline, assuming you’re with Amaimon solely because of his strength. This isn't the outcome you anticipated. You expected them to be pleased by his power and to accept your relationship immediately. Instead, they seem to think that you're not really interested in him romantically. “Um, well, you see, Mom, can I speak with you privately?”

Your parents exchange a worried glance before nodding, and you guide your mom toward your apartment. 

“_____ , are you okay?” she asks, slipping into her defensive mother mode as soon as the door shuts behind her. “Yes! Yes, I’m okay. Don’t panic. I just need to talk to you, and I really don’t want Dad here.” You know she’ll probably share at least part of what you’re about to say with your dad, but you don’t mind. You just can’t face him yourself and say it. “I don’t think you understand. I’m already in a relationship with Ambrosius. I’m not just showing him to you to find the strongest man I can. I want to be with him, and honestly, I don’t care what the family thinks. When he said it was love at first sight for him, he was lying. I was the one who fell for him instantly.”

“So, you’re already in a serious relationship with him?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Are you having sex with him _____?” 

Your face burns at that; why would she ask that? “…yeah.” 

Her eyes widen as a thought crosses her mind. “Are you already pregnant? Is that why he mentioned your plan to have a child by the end of the year?” She frowns. “Even if you’re pregnant with his child, you don’t have to marry him if you don’t want to.”

“No! No, I’m not pregnant.” Does she think I had a one-night stand with him or something? What is going on?

She scrunches her nose. “What do you find appealing about him?”

“…everything.”  

“That’s not a sufficient answer.”

“Mom, I can’t explain it, but there’s something about him that pulls me in. The moment our eyes met, it felt like time stood still; he literally took my breath away. His beauty is captivating, and he’s so weird but there’s just something about him that enchants me. Everything about him feels so right, so perfect. I can’t even imagine a life without him. The mere thought of a breakup is unbearable, as no one could ever compare to him. To me, he embodies perfection. It’s kind of funny. I only saw him for a few minutes the first time, yet I could vividly envision a life with him. I know I sound crazy.” 

Slowly, your mom nods. “Yeah, a bit. Is it possible you’re under some kind of love spell?” 

“Mom!” 

“I’m sorry _____, but I’m having difficulty understanding your interest in him. He behaves strangely and has an unusual appearance.”  

“He looks beautiful.”  I wonder what she’ll think of his appearance when he isn’t wearing the ring.

“If you’re certain… alright. I’ll inform your grandparents that you’ve found a future husband.”  

[onyxino]

🌙Under The Crescent Moon🌙

Word Count: 1.2k

Cw: Aizen, creampie, semi-Somnophilia Aizen receiving (but not really bc Reader isn’t slick and Aizen isn’t a heavy sleeper still wanted to be safe and put it in here), Afab reader, clothed sex. Aizen has feelings for reader if you squint hard enough. Pet name little mouse used like twice. If I’m missing anything just lemme know. It’s kinda vanilla tho.

This was written from a request I can’t find now, I’ve had it ready for a moment I just haven’t gotten around to posting it. Enjoy

MDNI

Fire. You were playing with fire right now. Your groggy eyes fixated on your sleeping lord and beloved husband’s bare chest rising and falling gently. Your eyes trailed down his body taking in everything that you could readily view.

Despite being as groggy as you were, you found yourself pressing your thighs together looking for something close to replicating the relief you wished to feel.

Being as brave as you were could be attributed to the grogginess you felt as you slowly laid yourself on his chest, legs straddling either side of his hips. You’ve never been so bold with your want before.

Sosuke’s hands immediately came to your sides, locking you in place. “Exactly what do you think you’re doing?” His raspy voice pulls you from your thoughts. Tilting your head upward you meet Sosuke’s lazy gaze, eyes half lidded.

Your throat went dry, you didn’t think you’d get this far in your conquest. You were having a real tangible ‘what now?’ moment.

Sosuke cocked an eyebrow at you as a wolfish grin appeared on his features “Well? Do you not possess words?”

Your eyes widen as you realize you’ve just been staring at him. Him talking down to you sent a gush of liquid into your panties reminding you exactly what you came here for.

“I want you.” Was all you could manage to squeak out as you grind your core against his in an attempt to further clarify your needs.

“Is that so?” He replied, eyes darkening, mischief brewing in them “Show me how much you want me then.”

It wasn’t a request, it was demand. It sent a shiver down your spine. A small but audible “Yes, My Lord.” Leaving your mouth on instinct.

Groggily, you sit yourself up allowing both of your clothed sexes to be fully pressed together. He’s hard, almost impossibly so.

You lazily pull the straps of your nightgown down just enough to put your breasts on display for him. Your lord wastes no time bringing his hands to your chest pinching and squeezing the hardened buds between his fingers.

You grind your clothed pussy against him once again, breathing increased and heart pounding relentlessly in your ears.

His hands leave your chest and are now at his waistline pulling his sleep pants down just enough to allow his cock to spring free.

Hiking your nightgown above your waist and pulling your panties to the side you immediately sandwich his dick in between your pussy lips and his body.

Sosuke sucks in a sharp breath at this signaling a silent approval. You take this as the go ahead and you slowly run your cunny up and down his length, a small squeak leaving your lips every time his thick tip bumps up against your clit.

You watch his face as you set the tempo. You can see frustration mounting in his eyes as you continue your slow methodical rotation of your hips.

His small and sharp gasps turn into rough grunts as you continue to tease his dick. The dark look in his eyes demands a fast pace that you are just unwilling to give.

You should have known better.

Large hands slap themselves against your hips halting you in your tracks. You whine at the lack of friction hoping the pout on your face will be enough to get you out of trouble.

You’re foolish.

“You little Minx. You think you can just do what you like?” With this Sosuke lifts your hips up positioning you perfectly over his cock before forcing you down on it.

A guttural moan leaves your lungs involuntarily “S-Sosuke!”

Sosuke’s pulse rises and pupils dilate at the debauchery in front of him. You are absolutely fucked out already. Your breaths are heavy and your eyes are almost shut. You haven’t even started yet and you look like he’s just fucked you dumb.

He sets the pace; it's rough but slow, you grind your hips back down to meet his. Your whines and pleas for him to go faster fall on deaf ears. He’s selfish and always has been, he’s addicted to the way you look right now.

You’re almost crying now begging for him to give you what you need and it only gets him higher. He feels an unfamiliar pang in his chest at the sight of you. He could look at you like this forever.

“Sosuke- please, need you to go faster. I wanna cum.” You beg, trying to grind your hips into a fast pace.

A sick grin spreads across his face “you wanna cum? Then tell me, who makes you feel like this? I wanna hear it, loud.”

You gasp at the particularly hard thrust that accompanies his demand “Pease, it’s 3 in the morning people will hear!”

He cocks an eyebrow at you “You don’t wanna cum then?”

You let out a choked sob at his cruelty and it’s amplified by the addition of his thumb to your neglected clit. Your core clenches around him trying to milk him dry.

“It’s y-you Sosuke, you make me feel this good!” You call out, head flinging back as you rotate your hips on his cock looking for that release you are so desperate to feel.

He takes his hand away from your clit and you choke another sob.

“Not good enough. Louder, dear wife.” With how uneven his voice sounds you can tell he is barely hanging on as well.

His thrusts up into your cunt pick up pace just slightly “Sosuke, you make me feel like this! You make me feel so good! Please let me cum, my lord!” You call out louder desperate for him to take mercy.

“Ah, what a g-good little mouse you are.” He says, grin widening.

In a singular moment you find yourself flipped on to your back. Legs tossed over your husband’s shoulders as his thrusts pick up an animalistic pace. This new angle is deep and it has you seeing white, the pleasure amplified even more so when his thumb finds your clit once more.

“So good for me. Now cum, little mouse.”

The coil that had been wound too tight for too long in your lower abdomen finally snapped. With a chant of Sosuke’s name that sounded way too much like a prayer you found yourself coming down from your high.

His thrusts became harder and sloppier as he chased his high. This undoubtedly was your favorite part. He becomes very vulnerable in these moments before climax.

His shaky breaths combined with the mixture of your name chanted along with uncharacteristic sweet nothings whispered in your ear were a sight only you, his wife were able to see.

He came, hard. He let out a primal groan. Stuffed all the way inside you,forcing your womb to take everything he had.

He stilled for a moment above you, eyes closed as he focused on evening out his breaths.

Your hand meeting his cheek in a sweet gesture brought him back to reality.

“I love you, my lord.” You said quietly.

His irises softened at the sight of your sleepy face. Choosing not to reply but only giving a short nod as he collapsed beside you before pulling you back against his chest.

“Sleep now, little mouse.”

[newx-menfan]

NYX #6 Review

*Spoilers!*

Kiddddeeeennn !!!

The issue starts with Kiden dancing in the rain while going to a “Dazzler concert”…(the scene is really GORGEOUS here!!)

Kiden is soliloquizing about people being a trap… (this is what being friends with Laura DOES to YOU lol)

Kamala is basically me at a concert… that was basically how I was when I recently went through security for Charli’s Sweat Tour…😬😂🤣 (I WISH I could be Anole 🤣🤣🤣🤣)

Does Sophie still have her powers when she says “Cuckoo”? (Idk, this plot point admittedly doesn’t make much sense to me…)

While walking through the venue (they should really be getting into the merch shop line-amateurs…), Kamala is worried she’s not taking the “no contact” with her sisters well…and apparently becoming addicted to video games…

Anole is basically eye-fucking everyone at the venue (GET IT VICTOR 🤣🤣!)

We get a sleight of hand from the writers- it’s NOT actually Kiden, but LOCAL, that Laura smells and is kind of fixating on! (sorry Kiden…you’re too good for Laura anyway!)

Local then shows up to basically hit on Laura/tell her to “stay out of his way”. (Playing hard to get- copied from the Hellion Playbook!)

The team FINALLY remembers the Mojo plot exists. (I get it… Hellion was WAY MORE exciting…)

Prodigy has of course the RIGHT reaction (“Oh Fuck” indeed!)…

Dante is promptly dent to the merch line while they deal with the baddie (finally- it’s 100% going to sell out of all the good items guys!) and Dante offers Sophie to come with and be in the “normie group”…she promptly declines…

Kiden narrates how Mojo has basically been taking homeless mutants and how she didn’t trust Mr. Friendly (and apparently DOES kind of think Laura is a shit friend too!)

The team springs into action while Sophie feels awkward on her secondary team with Anole (sorry Sophie!), while Local brakes into the sound booth.

Prodigy calls out Local and Co.’s evil plan to insert a subliminal message into the music to use Dazzlers fame to essentially get followers (so…TikTok?😂🤣)

Local argues that it’s the same as what they did at the protest (let’s not rehash that last issue, Local…) and that Mr. Friendly is the only one helping homeless mutants (which is TRUE- even BEFORE this event Xavier and Co. We’re terrible at helping the Morlocks…)

Laura talks sense into Local and Local admits to Laura that if he goes back Mojo, he will kill him…but sadly Mojo has already taken over Local’s body… (🥺)

Mojo works the crowd like a BOSS…while lamenting how generic this evil villain plot is (not your BEST work admittedly, Mojo)…

Kiden busts onto the scene to save the day and beats everyone (GO KIDEN!!) and decides to catch up with Laura…while they just…let Local escap? (But the CONCERT guys!!….Seriously though…I get it…I would probably turn the other cheek if I had TS tixs too lol)

Laura totally up and leaves with Kiden without saying goodbye to the rest of the group (AKA probably hooking up with Kiden😘😘!)

Back to the Local subplot…we see Mojo has apparently adopted parasocialism… (but has he read Mark Fischer???)

Review:

This issue was good- fun. Don’t have a lot of complaints.

I didn’t really LOVE the art- some panels, like the rain were gorgeous…some were a letdown…

Dante is still just kind of awkwardly there…but Anole is slightly better in this issue.

My biggest gripe is how NICE Kiden was to Laura and basically letting her AGAIN back into the fold despite Laura being a shitty friend (I felt similarly irritated with Jubes in X-terminators barely saying anything to Laura basically ignoring her for months) …but I feel like that’s potentially COMING in the NEXT ISSUE!

Theories:

Kiden is working for SOMEBODY… either the new Quiet Council or Mojo…and Laura just got kidnapped…

Her POV sounded way too bitter and Laura randomly disappearing, sounds like we are finally going to see someone TURN on LAURA…

I was kind of wondering if Lil Bro, Tatiana, or any of the others in the group are being held/controlled by Mojo…

It would 100% be HILARIOUS if Kiden, Synch, AND Hellions formed a group of basically “Laura’s EVIL EX’s” 😂🤣😈

[rewordthis]

Babanbabanban Vampire:

Rant post after ep.9. Yes, I have watched ep. 10. No, I don’t feel like talking about the episodes per se but more about trying to understand the fanbase…

So to begin, let me say how I hate ep. 9 for how much I laughed—you can’t possibly begin to comprehend my inner turmoil…

Yes— that’s a bolt on his ear. Mad about it!

Look, guys. I had the most. absolute. insane laugh since episode one of these series and the hate it gets actually made me think a lot—like… a lot lot.

But in this episode I sobered up quite rudely and out of the blue, so I’m going to address the slander this anime gets. Just ‘cause. 🤨

Every second dude on reddit, online anime sites and even here has been going “Grooming shit anime,” “Why did a disgusting grooming shit got animated?” “Why put grooming on Netflix?” etc.

And like… stupid-ass question. If anyone bothered to actually watch the thing—even from episode 1—they’d probably get that that’s just how Mori is.

This is a BL anime to be sure and as far as I have watched, there is no grooming whatsoever??? What are y’all even watching? I beg of you… tell me where does that idea even comes from?!

Like, Mori’s come clean from the very start with Rihito’s family about who and what he is and is heavily pointed that had he not been taken in, he’d most definitely left and leave them alone because—and he makes a point throughout the series so far, that—he’s not interested in children or girls. What he finds to love about Rihito is his purity and good nature, something his past lovers also had as a common trait. Thing is, though he’s been an in-house worker at their bathhouse for the past 10 years, because the family insisted on it, and that has most certainly given him the freedom and advantage of being close to Rihito, who he now knows since the age of 5. So actually, the fact is that he is very not subtly portrayed as the ‘danger that lurks close’ which is not lost on me nor should be on you despite the running gags, while at the same time I can’t find where this whole hate springs from…

His ridiculous, overemphasised boners and sexual excitement every time Rihito showcases his purity and airhead-nes is mainly an over-the-top way of conveying his fondness over a behaviour that would otherwise have you rolling your eyes inside your skull—the kid is simply too naive—and Mori’s 7-people-fit-in-this-tent boners are a huge comic relief to counter that. Like, you can’t be seriously comparing him to a groomer. Now, don’t get me wrong, he is definitely gay and attracted to Rihito, but Rihito is 15 already and Mori from episode 1 set that his conviction is to wait until the kid is 18 to drink his blood. Drinking his blood, means that Rihito dies! Btw. In case someone missed this detail…

Because guess what? He is a bonafide PREDATOR—A VAMPIRE! Get that???

His first thought every waking moment is the taste of Rihito’s blood. Not his wiener and not his ass. Plus, he’s already wasted 10 years of waiting for him. For real now…

Every man Mori is depicted to have had as a loved one in the past were all well grown-ass men. Someone that is 450 years old doesn’t become a pedo in one fell swoop. Please be careful of that shit.

Does his fixation on having virgin male blood is weird? Absolutely. Does he go out of his way to make sure Rihito stays a virgin until he kills him? 100% creep all way—not even blinking while throwing rocks at him! But considering it grooming? Grooming??? Really? It’s grooming if an adult eases a child into sexual acts and it’s also grooming when an adult goes around in the background (!) to prevent any sexual activity from ever taking place equally considered grooming? Where the fuck did this came from?

In that sense every fucking thing you’ve ever been taught or eased into even by your family could also be grooming. Get real. Just say you are a homophobe and stop watching the anime. And stop talking about it if you dropped it from episode 1; I am being serious about this one, too—if you have an opinion in something you haven’t bothered watching, listening, reading, NO YOU DON’T! YOU DIDN’T WATCH THE THING SO WHAT OPINION ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??? IT’S JUST WHAT YOU THINK IT IS, NOT WHAT IT ACTUALLY IS! This is just your own prejudice.

I also know what Mori said, that Rihito is his masterpiece but I digress it was about grooming. I am sure it has more to do with Rihito being calm and feeling safe around him and having being told stories about Mori’s history, which as he said himself are filled with actual historical events that even secured him good grades in history class at school. Mori has been shown so far to be ‘the supporter’ of the people he has considered his loved ones, so personally, I believe that this is what he refers to. The whole problem, though is only Rihito’s grandfather actually believes Mori to be a real vampire. Like, this is seriously dangerous…

Also, at some point I wondered if having cared for Rihito for such a long time, Mori might actually be considering not killing him like Sakamoto asked, but that prospect was shot down pretty harshly, wasn’t it… huh.

The one thing that is very well buried under the shitload of sexual humour in these series is the fact that what we deal with is a blood-lusting, violent, cunning killer. Wether Mori has any ounce of pity inside him after caring for 10 whole years for Rihito since he was a little child and slowly coming to love him even after settling to feed on him due to circumstances, remains to be seen in the end of the three years-limit he has decided to take Rihito’s life… or the end of the manga, whichever comes first.

So once again I ask, where does this grooming thing comes from??? Genuinely.

Anyway, the anime was all spiced up humour and stupid laughs until episode 9 but now we are starting to see more shit hit the fan. Since the adaptation is the dreadful 12-episodes-long most anime are, though I don’t have high hopes of it concluding on our screens. Which is a shame really, because only the first 4 chapters have been translated by the manga and nothing else. Bummer. 😤

Now, I watched the new episode on Sunday but daaamn~ I still feel shitty about ep. 9… >:ω

I didn’t want Franken to be next, either. I was already very upset over the ending of episode 9 and… to be fair, I wanted to know whether my babyboy was so aggressively trying to find Mori because of that other vampire...

Dude.. I was so bitter over this. It was one of these times that—no, actually you know what? Don’t give me the credits just yet. I feel sick.

He was such a lovely lonely soul, it really hurt to think this was finally the end for him. Grrr~ And it’s not that he ended up that way just because he was a weirdo or because he was ugly or what have you. He 100% was thrown into the hunting thing and then chose this lifestyle out of his own accord in spite of the fact that he was actually cute and good-looking enough for girls to hit on, ok? All for Mori!!! 😫 He was so desperate from the very start and I felt so so sorry for him that I actually felt sad he didn’t get killed by Mori and rooted for him to die as he wished! So funny and cute like.. (◞‸◟)

Sakamoto has such an impact on my heart with the way he is written, it feels awful being tricked like that! Not that I’m not happy about him or that I didn’t thought how funny it was the way the realisation dawned on him but like… the wound was still fresh to get a laugh from me, I guess…

Bite this world! 😤

[iknowshocker]

Hooooookay I am reading Hits Different for the first time rn and 😩🤌 I'm literally gnawing at my fists because I'm loving the Parker sibling interactions so much. The twin connections between Jokai and between Luke!Kai and Liv are everything to me. I'm loving your descriptions, from Jokai's conversation at the brink of death, to the layout of their Portland home and Kai's dingy little attic room... Gobbling it all up like a turkey.

I'm dedicating my whole night to reading this. Making a cup of coffee as we speak, bless you for writing my boy Kai so well. Expect more of me screaming in your inbox.

Anyway, onto the ask game: 5, 9, 13, 28!

ahhhh thank you so so much!! <3

if there's one thing i love it's painful family dynamics and i fear we need to look no farther than that tragic af group. i could write a dissertation on the parkers alone. so it was really important to me to explore all of those relationships and give everybody the space to deal with what they went through so that it didn't feel OOC for them to move forward together in the end.

navigating kai's complicated disaster of a mind brings me so much joy, you don't even know. the fact that they cut off his growth in canon disappoints me to this day.

omgggg i can't wait to hear how you like the ending!! <3

ask answers under the cut:

5. What's something you learned while researching this fic? Without spoiling anything, Kai takes the heretics over to France and they go to a town called Lille. my lovely friend @nevereverthem suggested it and helped me figure out to utilize the location. I LOVE using real locations in my work so this was a lot of fun to do!

I'm also always trying to use my knowledge of craft when I can - so any use of magical herbs, holidays, etc. comes from my personal research

9. How did you get into writing fanfiction? I've been a writer my whole life, but the first fic i ever posted was back in 2014 for sasusaku. I had been out of the naruto fandom for a few years but then we were given a weak ass ending and i simply had to fix it lol

I've also written for zutara and dramione, although those works never manage to hold my attention for very long and i end up using them more as exercises in between my own stuff. (but i'm sure you can see i have a type in ship dynamic lmao)

i rewatch tvd s6 every october, and last year the bonkai fixation just came back with a vengeance. I wrote the first draft of my original work last spring and then got swept into writing Hits Different because I wasn't ready to let go of them yet - and now here we are <3

13. Do you have an 'official' creative writing background such as a degree or previous experience publishing? I do! I majored in theatre performance and minored in English and Creative Writing.

I'm currently working on querying my original bonkai work which will (hopefully) be an 8 book fantasy series inspired by bonkai and the parkers.

28. What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with? Oof, bestie, did you get to chapter 24 yet?

i don't want to spoil anything but i had a lot of fun taking canon events and going: now what if kai and bonnie were in that scene? It was great to prove how easy it would have been to center bonnie/the gemini's in the plots of s7-8 the way they so clearly should have been.

in general a lot of my work both fanon and original deals with grief, childhood trauma and mental health, which is one reason why kai means so much to me as a muse character. i end up working through my own stuff with him (or my kai coded mmc) more than i'd like to admit, lol

thank you so much for stopping by!! <333

[acourtofthought]

I like your blog a lot for a long time. You have lots of great theories and There’s one theory of yours that i struggle with though and it’s that Elucien will come first because they’ve suffered more than the others. It’s not that I don’t believe Elucien can’t be next I think there is a very good chance, but this specific reason that they deserve it first is what gets me

Hasn’t Azriel been waiting for a mate or some answer from the Mother for 500+ years? (Not saying this is right but it’s the info given to us). Hasn’t Gwyn been in a library for 2 years looking for courage to go outside? Is Sjmass really going to writing the next two couples in order of who’s been more wronged? If that’s the case Helion and Lady Autumn’s story should’ve been resolved long ago. I think is purely a stan/shipper feeling to think a couples book should come first because other characters need to repent to faves before they get their happiness

For me, it's a little more involved than that.

First off, Az being hung up on Mor for 500 years and someone thinking he should get a book next for that reason is not a strong enough argument in my opinion. If he were to end up with Mor than sure, maybe that would make a bit more sense but she is not his endgame person therefore their past should not really influence his love story with Gwyn. As of November-ish in SF, we saw Az expressing jealousy over Mor when Helion asked after her whereabouts. As of December in SF, we have Az not able to admit to Rhys that he's no longer in love with Mor though he was having extremely sexual thoughts of Elain.

In my opinion, no, I don't think it's a great setup for Az to end up with his mate 9 or so months after that (because that's a realistic time-frame we're looking at here, Koschei and Beron aren't just sitting around waiting for Az's love life to happen before they carry out their schemes which will most likely be dealt with in an Elucien book. The state of Spring can't continue on the way it is for another 9 months while Az gets a girl. If he does, Az will not have spent even a single year not having been fixated / obsessed on a female for nearly the entirety of his life. I think it would actually be very healthy for Az to learn a little bit of who he is outside of his fixation on a female.

Also, Az claiming Elain can't handle the Trove, rejecting her and saying Lucien will never be good enough in one book then he goes on to get his HEA in the very next book while they continue struggling? That's rewarding his temper tantrum (again, in my opinion).

The LoA and Helion are most likely not getting a POV anytime soon so bringing them into the debate doesn't make a lot of sense to me at this point. If anything Mor probably even deserves her HEA before the others (especially Az) because she's the one who has struggled to come out to her family. She's the one who has felt scared of Az's behavior at times. She's the one who feels she has to hide things from Az otherwise he pouts and she has to feel bad about his feelings.

Why should Az, who honestly is not behaving well to most of the others (trying to undermine Feyre's word as High Lady, mouthing off to Rhys, being jealous of Lucien who is their ally, trying to hold Elain back from doing more, pouting about Mor, be the one to get his HEA after how he's acted towards all of them? Shouldn't he spend some time reflecting on how he's made them feel before he's ready to be the guy Gwyn deserves? He is surrounded by love of his friends and family yet he behaves as if he has nobody. I think his first lesson is to be grateful for what he has without wanting romance. Because that's the thing. He's tied up his self worth in whether or not he has someone and that will make his ending up with Gwyn be more about him finally thinking he can tell himself he's worthy rather than it being about a sincere love for Gwyn for the right reasons. But because love isn't going to actually cure him, their foundation will not be a strong one, his personal issues will not have been dealt with. Az wanting love from a relationship is a crutch. "if I got this I'd feel better".

And yes, Gwyn has been wanting to come out of the library but the thing with that is whenever she's ready to do so, she has a very strong support system already in place. She has Nesta, Emerie, even Cassian and Az. Gwyn has people who have supported her, pushed her to do more, believed in her. We already had the chance to here her story in her own words.

Compare that to Elain? Elain does not have that and she's the only possible FMC who we've never heard tell her story. Even Emerie got to tell her story. Elain is surrounded by people who don't think she's capable of much, who never once encouraged her to train her powers, who we have never heard how she truly feels about her fathers death or having stabbed the king or her mating bond. Elain does not have a found family so her spending another 9 months without the same support system the others have? Lucien spending another 9 months without a real home?

It's clear neither is in the court they belong so yes, I do think it would be more fair for them to not be pushed aside for another 9 months. Where Lucien is actually struggling with the affects of an unaccepted mating bond versus Az who is just pissy about not having one but is not going mad (which in canon can happen to mated males) from his instincts the way Lucien might be. Also, Lucien is not treated extremely well by the IC. He's tolerated, at times they get along but even in SF we see evidence of dismissive behavior. As of HOFAS Az has an even stronger friendship with Nesta, Cassian and Rhys are his brothers. Who does Lucien have? Who have we seen on page that he shares a real connection with? He said Vassa and Jurian are his friends but have we ever seen either of them actually ask Lucien about how he feels, what he wants? Cassian tried to strike up a conversation with Az about children, that's someone who is showing an interest in Az. All anyone asks Lucien about is Koschei or Spring or Beron and when he did try to tell Feyre about Vassa and Jurian, she made fun of him.

Also, to your point about Gwyn's trauma taking place two years ago, it did but it was only introduced to the reader on page in SF. We weren't able to read about what happened to her in real time. It's sort of like Lucien watching Jesminda be murdered. It was an absolutely horrific thing that happened to him but we didn't suffer with his character as it happened. That's not to say it makes his trauma (or hers) less valid but when we actually read about Elain and Nesta's kidnapping / being bound and gagged / forced into the Cauldron in book 2, where we read about their terror as it played out and Nesta had a chance to process the trauma on page in her own book and Elain confirmed she still has that trauma yet nobody is talking to her about it? Would it not be a logical conclusion that she also deserves a chance to have a voice since she was waiting for one ever since book 2? Where we witnessed even more trauma for her on page in book 3? Where she suffered another rejection in book 4 and had her own sister pushing her away for an entire year?

Even if Gwyn and Az don't find love right away they both have a place where they truly belong with unconditional love from their friends and neither Elain or Lucien have that. It's not even about deserving romance, it's them deserving a chance to find a home and I'm not sure why they should have to wait for Az to get a mate before they get that.

And in terms of plot, the pressing issues that affected their entire lands were the peace treaty, Beron, Koschei and Spring. From a plot perspective those things do seem more urgent and are tied into Elucien.

Sarah also said her initial plans for the spin-offs have not really changed from that first pitch (while drafting ACOWAR and finishing up edits for ACOMAF), where she knew who the first two would be about but was unsure of the third. At that time Gwyn's character did not yet exist so I don't think it's completely out of the realm of possibility to believe the characters with a confirmed / strongly hinted at mating bonds at that time were getting those first two spin-offs.

I do appreciate your comments and I'm sorry this particular stance is upsetting to you. It's really just my opinion though, no more valid than anyone else's.

[pynkhues]

https://www.tumblr.com/noirettea/774056835969941504/on-the-new-episode-of-the-emsolation-podcast-the?source=share

I've been excited for this podcast but this is actually so terrifying for me, especially combined with some of the fans' behaviour on sdcc. I wonder if amc is prepared to secure their actors' safety, they didn't seem to be doing very good job last year. I feel like they at least should instruct actors on how to interact with fans. Because Sam and Assad talking about fans giving them their underwear...yeah no. I love that they're so eager and naive but these things can get ugly very fast. There was a fandom where two main actors had to stop sitting next to each other and doing interviews together because of the aggressive rpf shippers who kept analyzing their every single interaction and shamelessly asking them about it. I'd hate if something like that happened in iwtv.

There's a group of Lestat haters that are absolutely psychosexually obsessed with him and I don't get it. The man is nothing like Lestat, he's a shy nerd who loves the books and farming, why anyone would get so viciously fixated on someone like that?

Sorry for venting into your askbox and I understand if you don't wanna talk about it, I feel very dejected about all of this :(

I mean, I wish I could say that I was surprised, anon, but this fandom has pretty clearly got serious boundary issues and a desire to stamp on the social contract that used to make fandoms real communities. I don't know how much of that is a result of the escalation of fan entitlement over the last decade (of which I think personally social media has played an enormous role in), that sense of parasocial attachment, or that certain toxic behaviours (and in fact, behaviours indicative of personality disorders i.e. stalking and harrassment) are not only enabled, but encouraged by groups of fans in a flurry of mob mentality, and that the effect of that enablement and encouragement emboldening some people to actual dangerous or criminal behaviour (the case of the Nicki Minaj stan showing up outside the Dua Lipa stan's house recently springs to mind).

It does seem to be endemic in a lot of fandoms right now, which is kind of nuts, because it's never become an issue like this in fandoms that I've been in before (although it has always been a part of fandom - the stories of peak Beatlemania fandom are genuinely insane), but I think the world's feeling like an increasingly hostile place in general right now, and the internet really has its roots rotting in the soil of it. (I've genuinely been thinking lately that I'll see the death of the internet in my lifetime, if not in the next few years).

But yeah, I don't know. I'm sorry, it's awful, and I'm glad the podcast has made a statement, and seem like they will be deeply filtering the questions Sam sees. Like you, I hope that AMC gets better at protecting the cast too, but for now, all I can say is that I'm really glad he's not on social media.