#this took longer than I was expecting lmfao rip

[xo-cod]

safety net

a/n: angst/fluff with simon :) i haven't done much angst here. but anyway hope you like it. ooc n rushed like usual 🤍 he cries like 1 tear lmfao

being captured with the lieutenant who has a panic attack and not your biggest fan 🤭

you could see the panic brewing in his eyes, years of enduring the worst pain inflicted on a person carved and molded to be picture perfect of a soldier but now you realise he was just as much out of his depth as you were. he was just as much human as you were though the fact seemed to escape your mind more often than not. the chair that held you down didn't give you much leverage to move but his presence was suffocating nonetheless.

the mission had gone terribly wrong, the car had been ambushed as you and him got attacked. outnumbered to fight against them all, the last thing you had remembered was being plunged with some sort of drug to knock you out and waking up tied and bound to the chair. the room was silent, dark around you both. you sighed softly, the ringing in your ear had finally settled the blood dried against your temple and neck cracking everytime you moved. you took a glance to your lieutenant expecting him to be cursing and already trying to rip himself free from the binds.

it was a complete shock to you when you saw him on the other end of the scale instead.

it was subtle. but your eyes caught on, catching every movement. the soft tremble as he tried to readjust his hands that were binded tightly behind his back against the chair, the hard swallow no longer able to hide behind the cover of his mask. they had taken the skull balaclava, you were able to glance at the face of the man who didn't have a preference for you.

you had seen his face in glances but seeing it so bare, to see the scars littered from the wear and tear that he had taken from years of rigorous combat and intensive training now, it all makes your heart throb softly in your chest. he hardly looks like the man who was on your case to become stronger, pushing you at your limits in training. his adam apple bobbing in his throat, muscles taut and tense. movements quick and jerky as if no amount of air could fill up his lungs

for the first time since you met him, he looked like he was recoiling back into himself. the strong stoic unbreakable lieutenant seemed to unravelling at the seams right in front of you and there wasn't a thing you could do to stop it.

"hey" your voice cuts in gentle but firm, bound to your chair but trying to talk to him. he could only offer a soft grunt, cheeks flushed as he tries to hold himself back. this wasn't him, wasn't the man that spent years perfecting his armour just as much as the mask he wore ensuring there was no cracks in his facade. no one could see in, he couldn't let them. after all, he was a trained assassin. a master of stealth. so how could he, of all people, be in the position right now mercy to the people who lay in the other room?

but this wasn't ghost anymore, this was simon. a tired man, exhausted from running all the time. pained by the memories that haunted his head every single day, betrayed by the people he trusted the most. it had all come crashing down at the most inconvenient time and the only other person witnessing it was you. you, the person he couldn't stand.

it made the anger burn that much hotter in his heart. you, he couldn't like you. he didn't dare give himself the chance

"shut your trap, sergeant" he hissed back hands clenched tightly around the handcuffs that forced him to stay still. he could feel his skin crawl, muscles tensing, jaw gritted with every passing moment he couldn't seem to untangle himself from the binds.

you sighed helplessly, the rest of 141 were working quickly and urgently towards your rescue as quick as possible, the tracker that was mandatory to wear during missions had come in useful. giving your coordinates just before it had shattered in the attack.

you contemplated a retort, he had been cold to you when you first joined the sas. kept out of your way when you got injured, said nothing when you helped in missions with the rest of 141. everything you seemed to do to try and have at least an amicable connection went into vain. soap and gaz said to give him time, price could only a sympathetic sigh and a hand to your shoulder but no one would help. and over the days, you learnt to just let it go. you were part of a team but that was were his loyalty ended. outside of the missions and deployments, he had no interest in talking to you.

so perhaps it was a good thing he was struggling beside you right now, maybe it was his karma for being a cold hearted bastard for years. that was the reason that you justified it with but the turn of your head stopped you.

a tear rolled down, he quickly tried to wipe it away with his shoulder cursing softly. though you knew that the floodgates were truly wide open now. it was such a foreign feeling to him, whose life had been dominated by violence and loss. these tears were buried the day he joined the taskforce, how could they rear their heads and show you his weakness, his vulnerability?

you can see the panic in his eyes, the pain at the thought of the looming attack as he tries to compose himself but its of no use. it makes your heart wrench, he was a bastard but he didn't deserve to let the enemies see him in such a private state either.

you're not sure how to comfort him, he had never needed it before and you paused, trying to wrack your head for any type of solution. he didn't seem to do well to respond to anything verbal, his mind was already spinning it would just seem to exacerbate the issue.

the next was physical touch, you hadn't actually seem him embrace anyone into he taskforce. it was always the other initiating the hug unless it was a side pat he was giving.

it was a long shot but you figured it couldn't hurt. the chair was hard to move especially with your arms tied behind it, it seemed to be a 100 times heavier than usual. he barely even hears you, too deep in his own mind to know what you were doing and a small part of you feels sorry for him, in this state you see the confidence and the aloofness stripped away. the only thing that made simon, simon seemed to be disappearing away right before your eyes.

with a last push the chair finally moves and the side of your leg touches his, his head looks down and it gives him something else to concentrate on. his face is still, unreadable and stoic, observing every little detail about you. it makes your breath hitch slightly, he's so close yet so far. yet in his eyes, the turbulent sea churns beneath. the waters ready to drag you from the surface, plunging you in to the darkness that lay just below. you haven't seen brown eyes that look so very expressive like his and for a moment, you wonder entirely if it was a mistake to have touched him like this.

his hands can't touch you, bound by his handcuffs so he settles on gently moving his leg against the side of your thigh. it's a soft movement but you swear you can feel him calm down, muscles relaxing as he continues to bask in your presence no matter what dangers lay ahead. you can barely take a breath out, this was the most he had given you the whole time you had been in the team.

his eyes make connection with yours and for a second you swear they soften, the familiar sparkle in them glinting under the dim lighting flickering in the room. how his head tilts the slightest and for a moment everything seemed perfect. seemed so correct as you leaned in the slightest

but the moment was cut and he pushed his chair back, taking a soft breath in as he focused back on the door waiting. you can feel the wall building back up between you both and with a resigned heart you looked back to the door once more, hoping whatever behind it could end your misery soon as possible.

[magicxc]

Pillow Talk

Pairings: Survey Corps x Black Reader - Things They Say In Bed

Word Count: 640

Warnings: just a tad bit of FUCKING

A/N: I’ve been directly inspired by the girlies and their idea of what these 2D men be saying in bed. I wanted to create my own version of that, but it turned out totally different than what I was going for; and for good reason too - cause this was so much fun!! Who had your favorite saying?

Headcannons Masterlist

Eren  - “a relationship should be 50/50. I give you my last name and you scream my first.”

You were praying to the high heavens that this wasnt your proposal. Knees touching your shoulders, Eren had the tendency to get lost in the sauce; uttering things he surely didn't mean, like the time he promised to bring you back the moon and the stars from outer space. 

Levi - “when did you realise the y in ‘your girl’ is silent?”

Eyes brimmed over with tears and mascara running, Levi couldn't have found you prettier than in this very moment. It's something about the drool slathered across your chin and your messy hair that looked so raw, so authentically pleasing. His dick slid past your lips once more, your cheeks hallowed and tongue flat. The bright light of the flash signaled that he was indeed recording; sending the video straight to Kenny you assumed. But you couldn’t be bothered to care. This can either go terribly wrong or terribly right. 

Erwin - “the baby factory is about to get its first employee.”

Hips tilted on pillows and legs wrapped around his waist, Erwin holds you like that for a little while longer trying his best to make sure that his seed takes. Small kisses get placed on your cheek, lips, and neck. Heavily sighing in content, it dawns on you that you could absolutely fall asleep like this. 

Connie - “if hot women are going to lie, it should at least be on top of me.”

Lmfao he's so damn dramatic. All this because girls night went a little longer than expected. You’d promise Connie a movie together when you came home, but things took a little longer than expected and it was too late. All he had the energy for now was cuddles; unable to fall asleep unless half your body was draped over his. 

Jean - “I've never kissed under the cameltoe or whatever it is that Santa said.”

On bended knee, Jean’s face stood eye to eye with your kitty cat. Mahogany legs on full display as you adorned his favorite black chemise set, he couldn't help but beg for a taste before you headed to bed for the night. You knew you’d be a bit of a tease wearing this to sleep, but the set was sexy and you really wanted the chance to enjoy your lingerie without having it ripped off of you. Just a taste though, you thought. It shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. But you knew better! Because although that's how it always started, that’s rarely where it ended. 

Onyankopon - “the only thing another nigga can take from me is notes.” 

His calloused palm pressed harder into your ass cheek, your face smushed deep into the pillows. The relentless driving of Ony’s hips into yours is another stark reminder that you were his and only his. This is surely the last time you’d ever dream of entertaining another man. 

Reiner - “if you dont have my children can you still be my mommy?”

Mommy kink alert!! Who would've thought that Reiner had a mommy kink? Who would’ve thought that it’d turn you on? Either way, the driving of his fingers into your cunt just got drenched in your approval. 

Armin - “we can watch the movie or make a movie.”

Is this not the meaning of Netflix and chill? Armin considers himself intelligent, but he couldnt have felt slower in this moment. Thankfully your endless cackling had put him to ease. However, his question did get you thinking. 

Floch - “my ears are always sore because your absence is so loud.”

Wrapped tightly in his arms, Floch languidly thrusts into you; his lips touching the shell of your ear as he professes his love. While this had started out as a fling, suddenly he was becoming too much to resist.

[inklver]

just because i feel like it:

some random thoughts about the art i made for ironstrange week + the very rough thumbnails for each piece (putting this under the read more so this doesn't take up too much space bc this is a Very long post)

day 1 - red/wrath

first fanart for this fandom! there are a few things i don't like about this piece (questionable anatomy, use of values could be improved, + stephen's hair makes him look like a wet cat /hj) but i do like the lighting and the theme of red spider lilies. i've always wanted to draw them and i love their symbolism of death and final goodbyes—feels very fitting for these goofs :b

i started working on this a good amount of time in advance, and i'm glad i did—this was one of the only pieces i used a painterly style for despite it being my preferred style; it takes me a lot longer than lineart + color, so i didn't get the chance to use it again throughout the event (with the exception of day 6)

day 2 - nervous/orange

i struggled with the anatomy on this one—i don't draw back views often (or, at all really) so the first panel was pure pain. the second panel wasn't much better; it took several attempts to pose the hand in a way that looked somewhat natural. pretty pleased with how this turned out all things considered, though! my only qualm with this is the rushed shading, but that's what happens when you're a slow artist on a time constraint :,)

day 3 - yellow/cheerful

i think this may be one of my favorites from this event. i'm very very happy with the lighting and overall atmosphere of the piece :)

i realize now that i used flowers as a theme for every color prompt—anyways, like i said in the tags of the original post for this, i very loosely referenced yellow primrose (symbol of happiness, warmth, & love, conventionally given to those in long-term relationships or someone who has always been there for you through thick and thin)

day 4 - intrigued/green

i ended up liking this better than i expected to! i had to play around a lot with the lighting/color scheme before i was satisfied with it, though that's on me for not having much of a plan for it beforehand (with most pieces, i already have an idea of the color scheme when i start working on them). not much else to say about this one except surgeon stephen my beloved <3

day 5 - blue/serene

this was the first time i've properly drawn a kiss and holy hell how do ship artists do it. that shit is so difficult. i struggled a lot with the anatomy and ended up changing the poses a bit; i also flipped the composition because 1. it looked slightly better that way and 2. i could include tony's ring <3

and yes stephen's mug says 'cunt' (with the handle being painted in black to form the 'c'—very much inspired by jacksepticeye's mug); for tony's i had to search for funny mug designs lmfao

i was going for a very domestic/warm atmosphere, which i think was more or less accomplished, so i'm pretty happy with this overall :)

also, not really pertinent but i was listening to sweater weather on loop while drawing this so. make of that what you will.

day 6 - grief/indigo

ah, this piece. definitely my favorite of the 7, love how this turned out despite ripping my own heart out a bit while making it :,) listening to hyacinthus on repeat didn't help

my initial idea for this—the thumbnail in the top left—was going to be one of them bleeding out in the other's arms, but i had another idea that i felt more drawn to so i chose that instead (this was a very last minute change so the thumbnail is pretty much just a couple of stick figures pfft).

i decided to go back to the painterly style since it felt more fitting for this & i'm glad i did, although it was a little rushed towards the end when i was adding in the final details (the butterflies are pretty much just lasso tool + glow layer). this was also my first time drawing stephen's robes and. man that was a pain to figure out. get a simpler outfit stephen.

day 7 - purple/disdain

had to end the event on a happy note! this was very rushed but i still like how it looks, though the bg petals are a bit janky.

the prompt 'purple' immediately made me think of violets, which were used as gifts for newlyweds so. here we are (they also happen to be symbolic of faith, mystical awareness, and spiritual passion—pretty fitting for our favorite wizard)

i didn't dedicate as much time i should've to actually making the violets look like violets instead of some generic flower but again, slow artist under time constraint. i did spend a lot of time with the expressions in this one though! i really wanted to convey a sense of pure joy and love, and i'm very happy with the result in that regard :)

something that i noticed was that it had become a lot easier for me to draw these two by this point. suppose it makes sense considering i'd literally been drawing them nonstop for 2 weeks lmao, but it was still pretty cool to see how quickly i managed to finish a sketch i was happy with, compared to when i was working on the first few days (good lord was it difficult drawing stephen in the first piece, especially at that angle)

anyway, prepare to see more of them in the near future because the brainrot is far from over. if i am this attached to them without having seen the majority of marvel movies featuring them (i'd literally only watched ds1 until yesterday when i watched im1—yes i started shipping them without knowing who tony was, i don't know how either), i think i'd be a puddle by the time i catch up on everything :D

whoo that was a lot—if you've read this far, thank you and have a cookie 🍪

[nako-doodles]

bias wrecker tag

more like home wrecker geez

I was tagged by the lovely @soft-seokjin-stan​ 💘💕💘💕💘 ilu buuuuuub

alright although this blog is mostly seokjin bc he deserves all the love, yoongtaejin is actually my bias line so fair warning: this is gonna be long lmfao

I also tried to put similar songs together from my library but im still a bit jet lagged (despite not really traveling across a timezone rip me) so it might sound messy

Ma City - BTS I'm Not Sorry - DEAN (feat. Eric Bellinger) (i love it by dean feat dok2 works too) No Boyfriend (Japanese Version) - Sak Noel, Kuba & Neitan (feat. FAKY)

You Know - Jay Park (feat. Okasian) One Black Night - Wonder Girls One Way Love - Hyorin  Nocturne (Tablo’s Words) - Epik High (bc no yoongi playlist is complete w/o Epik High) Good Boy - GD x Taeyang (give it to me by agust d too) but hes such a gd fanboy I had to Intro: Never Mind - BTS

&&&

Kiss the Rain - FEMM  I Feel You - Wonder Girls (i'm fine by bts but were trying to go for a retro feel here) Mileage - Primary (feat. Palo Alto, Hwasa)

Tokyo - RM A Typical Trainee’s Christmas - BTS Epilogue: Young Forever- BTS Han River Solo - 10cm Youth (NIGHT) - Oohyo Under My Skin - Taemin No makeup - Zion. T Gravity - EXO

(@ tae why do all your solo songs start w s its an actual struggle)

I tag my usual loves: @t0d-oder-freiheit @seokjinsult @jinseas @bangpdgf @glowsj @odeng1e @monosgf @jinergy @kimseokjinniestan @jinbeann @seokjiniesgf @fakelovesgf @bluesighed @honeylovecult 💘

[takahero]

in honour of finishing inkspell, here are some basta observations I picked up along the way. also, inkspell spoilers warning! i also have MANY MANY thoughts so i’d love to hear what you guys think to some of the questions raised

“He hadn’t changed: the same thin face, the same way of narrowing his eyes, and there was an amulet dangling around his neck to ward off the bad luck that Basta thought lurked under every ladder, behind every bush.” — pg.138

“Basta’s left hand was bandaged, Elinor noticed when he took his fingers away from her mouth.” — pg.139

“‘I’d have been here much sooner, believe you me, but they put me in jail for a while on account of something that happened years ago. No sooner was Capricorn gone than all the people who’d been too scared to open their mouths suddenly felt very brave.’” — pg.140 (see they never tell us WHY he was in prison, do they? the possibilities are endless. we know he committed atrocious things, like arson, but imagine if he got put in jail for something completely different…LOL)

“‘You wouldn’t believe how often I’ve told him there’s nothing to be ashamed of in going to jail, particularly when your prisons here are so much more comfortable than our dungeons at home.’” — pg.140 (OHHHTMGOD MEME IDEA)

“Basta flung his arm so roughly round Orpheus’ neck that his glasses slipped down his nose.” — pg.141

“‘Hold your tongue, Basta!’ Mortola interrupted him abruptly. ‘You’ve always liked the sound of your own voice.’” — pg.141

“‘Well, Silvertongue, I’m sorry it’s taken some time,’ he said in his soft, cat-like voice.” — pg.180

“‘My son always said revenge was a dish best eaten cold,’ observed Mortola.” — pg.181 (question. did basta find out about mortola’s true identity between inkheart & inkspell? do u think he realised it when mortola cried when capricorn died?)

“Basta passed a finger over his throat and winked at him.” — pg.186 (wink 2 LMAO)

“Basta bent down and picked up a rusty helmet lying at his feet. ‘What do you expect me to say?’ he growled, throwing the helmet back into the grass with a gloomy expression, and giving it a kick that sent it clattering against the wall. ‘Of course it’s our castle. Didn’t you see the figure of the goat on the wall there? Even the carved devils are still standing, though they wear ivy crowns now — and look, there’s one of the eyes that Slasher liked to paint on the stones.’” — pg.190

“‘So Basta was right after all. He’s dead, here and in the other world too.’” — pg.191 (interesting….so Basta knew Mortola’s plan wouldn’t work? he just wanted a ride home?)

“‘I’d really like to know what happened!’ he muttered. ‘I always said Capricorn wasn’t here, but what about the others?…What are we going to do if they’re all gone?’ Basta sounded like a boy afraid of the dark. ‘Do you want us to live in a cave like brownies until the wolves find us? Have you forgotten the wolves? And the Night-Mares, the fire-elves, all the other creatures crawling around the place…I for one haven’t forgotten them, but you would come back to this accursed spot where there are ghosts lurking behind every tree!’ He reached for the amulet dangling around his neck, but Mortola did not deign to look at him.

“‘Oh, be quiet!’ she said, so sharply that Basta flinched.” — pg.192

“‘You’re going to leave them here?’ That was Basta’s voice.” — pg.193 (at first I was like oh so he has a heart….but then he was mean to resa straight after this 🙄)

“‘Sorry, but he must have overlooked me, shut up in that cage as I was,’ purred Basta in his catlike voice.” — pg.377

“‘Wasn’t it Mortola who had you put in the cage to be fed to the Shadow?’ Basta just shrugged his shoulders and flung back his silver-grey cloak. Of course, he had his knife. A brand new one, it seemed, finer than any he’d ever had in the other world, and undoubtedly just as sharp.

“‘Yes, not very nice of her,’ he said as his fingers caressed the handle of the knife. ‘But she’s really sorry.’” — pg.377 (okay so it SOUNDS like he threatened/made some kind of bargain with his knife, but I strongly doubt that considering how afraid he seems of her?? i know he’s technically working for the adderhead but even by the end of the book, it seems he is far closer to mortola than adderhead. what is their relationship? or does he sincerely think she’s sorry/has deluded himself into believing such? UGH SO MANY QUESTIONS)

“Basta had always liked describing his own and other people’s abominable deeds in detail.” — pg.378

“‘But we’re not going to shoot you.’ Basta came a little closer to Fenoglio, his face as intent as that of a stalking cat.” — pg.378 …. living for all the cat references tbh

“‘He wants you to crawl on your belly to him, that’s what our noble lord and master likes. But never mind, he pays well!’” — pg.378 (yes basta all abt getting that bread LMAOOOO)

“He slowly drew the knife from his belt. Its blade was long and slightly curved.” — pg.379

“‘Hey Basta, I know you like the sound of your own voice.’” — pg.379 (AHAHAHAHA HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE CALLED OUT BASTA ON THIS NOW? IVE LOST TRACK)

“With a regretful sigh, Basta put the knife back in his belt. ‘Yes, very well, you’re right,’ he said in surly tones. ‘I need to take my time with this sort of thing. Questioning people is an art, a real art.’” — pg.380 (LMAOOOOOOO HE IS SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN)

“Basta. The same thin face, the same twisted smile. Only the clothes were different. Basta was no longer wearing his white shirt and black suit with the flower in his buttonhole. No, Basta now wore the Adderhead’s silvery grey, and he had a sword at his side. With a knife in his belt too, of course. But he was holding a dead chicken in his left hand.” — pg. 455

“‘Yes, they are!’ purred Basta. ‘The little witch, and the fire-eater into the bargain. It was well worth the wait. Even though I’ll probably never get that damned flour out of my lungs again.’” — pg.455 (ok….so who’s gonna draw basta sitting amongst the flour AAHHAHA)

“‘Servant? Who’s a servant here? Just listen to him. As bold as if he’d never felt my knife! Have you forgotten how you screamed when it cut your face?’” — pg.457 … don’t call basta a servant…..noted

“‘Oh, don’t look so disbelieving, little witch, I still can’t read and I don’t intend to learn, but there are enough fools around the place who can, even in this world.’” —pg. 457 (i wonder how much capricorn influenced basta’s views on reading. because capricorn said that he learnt how to read from a maid, right? so basta certainly wouldn’t have trash-talked reading in front of him. and even after living in OUR world for nine years, I’m still surprised that he never attempted to learn, given how dependent we are on it. anyway my headcanon is that he secretly wants to, but doesn’t want to give others the satisfaction of knowing they have something he doesn’t. also nobody he knows would be willing to teach him (unless he threatened them) bc of his obviously violent and short-tempered nature…and learning requires so much patience. still, though, would love a fic of basta being taught how to read in secret and having some kind of positive interaction)

“‘You’re even more talkative than you used to be, Basta.’ Dustfinger’s voice sounded as if he found this tedious.” — pg.458 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH IM DYING. honestly the animosity between them was just. A+++

“Basta was in an even worse state. He was sitting close to Mortola, his face so red and swollen that Meggie almost failed to recognise him. But he had escaped death once again. Perhaps the good-luck charms he always wore worked after all.” — pg.526

“The sunlight falling into the room made Basta’s face look like a boiled lobster.” — pg.575 

“Basta put his hand to the amulet hanging around his neck. It was not a rabbit’s paw, as he had worn in Capricorn’s service, but something that looked suspiciously like a human finger-bone.” — pg.581 (THIS STILL IRKS ME SO MUCH)

“The Piper straightened his back, as ready to attack as the viper on his master’s coat of arms…He was a good head taller than Basta.” — pg.582 WHY DO I KEEP FORGETTING HES NOT TALL LMFAO

“The two men were standing so close that the blade of Basta’s knife wouldn’t have fitted between them.” — pg.582 HAHAHAJAHAAJAHAHHAAHAHAHAH PKESJENE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH … IMAGINE BASTA SQUARING UP W HIS NOSE JUST SMACK BANG IN THE MIDDLE OF PIPER’S CHEST OR SOMETHING

“The Piper struck Basta in the face so hard that his head hit the door frame. Blood ran down his burned cheek in a trail of red. He wiped it away with the back of his hand. ‘Take care to avoid dark corridors, Piper!’ he whispered. ‘You don’t have a nose any more, but one can always find something else to cut off.’” — pg.582-583 THIS SCENE WAS SIMPLY……CHEF’S KISS

are you serious is he dead??? WHAT. okay I knew dustfinger’s love for farid would be the end of him and basta being the instrument to rip that away from him was totally heartrending. i WISH it had been more climactic? like dustfinger unleashing his fury and fighting basta, blind with anger and grief. THE DIALOGUE POTENTIAL BETWEEN THEM AS THEY FINALLY TALK ONE-ON-ONE, and then some revisiting of the scene where dustfinger has the opportunity to kill basta but AGAIN withholds because killing is not in his nature….THEN MO IN SHINING ARMOUR SWOOPS IN TO DO THE JOB

now, off to inkdeath!

[rymndsmth]

**** alphabet (ft. raymond smith)

this was a request from an anon so uhh. here it is! (also i censored it because i dont want tumblr to come for me, and it’s the first one of these i ever did so be nice)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Ray is comforting. He kisses you softly, especially over those spots he tends to grip you hard during sex-your hips, thighs. A quick shower with you afterwards is always preferred, but if you’re too knackered, he just helps you with the essentials. A good snuggle, however, is non-negotiable. Ray likes to be the big spoon, enveloping your body with his as he nuzzles your neck. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Nothing drives him crazier than feeling your hands touch his back. Your soft fingers caressing from the base of his spine to his neck never fails to make every inch of him stand to attention. As for you, god, it was nearly impossible for him to single out which part of your body was his favorite. Nearly. 

He loved your legs. The curves of your supple thighs, your calves. His favorite feeling in the world was how they felt wrapped around his waist as he drove into you endlessly, feeling your muscles flex and coil. Their silkiness against him as you lied lazily in bed came a close second. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

The sound you made when you were just about to cum was one he ached to record. Breaths going in and coming out, each quicker than the last until they seemed to cease entirely. And then that little ah. With your brows furrowed, and your mouth agape, you’d finish it off with some combination of Ray, fuck yes! or right fucking there, please don’t stop Ray. It took everything in him not to lose it each time you did.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ray can be submissive. There are times where he pins you to the bed and fucks you mercilessly, but he desires to be led. He likes it when you pull on his hair harshly, when you tell him to stop messing around and take you harder, deeper, faster. A little bit of degradation is fine too; he gets particularly turned on when you call his efforts pathetic. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

In terms of the amount of people he’s slept with, there actually haven’t been many. Ray isn’t one for casual sex, he usually keeps the same partner for a few months if not years at a time. But he’s always been open and experimental, so he knows how to do quite a wide range of things in the bedroom. 

One time he surprised you by expertly hogtying you after you gave him shit about being neurotic. You were left absolutely defenseless, no amount of writhing helped as he teased you from your hardened nipples to your throbbing core. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. He loves it when you get on top, taking control. Ray got to see your beautiful body on display, your breasts bouncing. He could run his hands up your thighs, grab your hips, give your clit some attention. It was the best of all the world’s possible. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s definitely serious about everything he does in the bedroom. What could start out as a fun, banter fueled makeout would always end in a heated round (or two) of sex. In fact, oddly enough the ones that started off light-heartedly ended up being the most passionate. Lots of shoulder and collarbone bites, hickeys on inner thighs, bruised hips. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ray likes to keep himself trimmed, but not completely bald. Sometimes he would leave a landing strip because you told him you think it’s sexy. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You’ve never had a lover as romantic as Raymond Smith. He would run warm baths filled with your favorite washes and oils, sometimes adding in flower petals. His hands and lips learned and re-familiarized themselves with every square inch of your skin. He was always attentive, listening to cues spoken and unspoken about your desires, and fulfilling them well beyond your expectations. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Since you two have been together, he rarely needs to take care of himself anymore. But on the rare occasions that he does, he’s definitely thinking about that time he’d taken you in the backseat of his car. It was at the beginning of your relationship, and you’d just been on a date together. He lightly suggested continuing the fun at his place, and the tension was just too much to bear. 

He would tug at his swollen cock, remembering how you couldn’t even make it inside. Right there in his driveway, you ripped his clothes off and rode him until your eyes brimmed with tears. It always brought him to his release faster than any round of sex he’d ever had. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking! Ray loved the way your ass bounced and reddened under his palm. He especially enjoyed the high pitched cries and sharp inhales you gave in response, not to mention how your juices coated your folds the more his hand met your flesh. 

He was also very into gagging. Seeing your mouth stretched around the ball, full lips slick and swollen, his cock twitched at the thought alone. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He wasn’t awfully picky about where you had sex, but preferred it to be in his home. The room or surface it occurred in depended on his mood. Often, if he was frustrated, he’d take you standing, pressed against a wall in the corridor. When he’d come home and you’d just look too fuckable to resist, he’d give it to you on the dining table. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Ray didn’t have difficulty getting aroused. He could think about the way you chewed on your lip while scanning the book you were currently reading, or the way you ran the top of your right foot over the back of your left calf as you made tea and his pants would tighten. 

If he was crossed with you, though, he was a hard shell to crack. Luckily, you knew all his soft spots, so you’d chip away at his walls one by one. Caressing behind his knees, tracing your hands up his back, biting the skin behind his ear. He fell apart every time. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Like most men, he’s not fond of having sex while you’re experiencing your time of the month. He also isn’t a fan of being called daddy (i just can’t see it lmfao!!). 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

It was 50/50, but only because you were so damn good at giving blowjobs. Other than that, he would lean more towards giving than receiving. Ray was as good as they got, he knew exactly how to lick and suck, when to pull and how hard. He reveled in feeling you twitch against his face, rubbing your core up and down, back arching as you tried to get as much out of him as possible. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the circumstances. If he didn’t have a lot of time, Ray liked to pin you to, or bend you over whatever surface was nearby and fuck the breath out of you. Otherwise, he liked to take his time with you. Ray preferred to worship your body, to feel your soft to his hard. He loved taking it slow because it gave him the opportunity to really soak in how lucky he was to be the one making you hiss and moan. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As a busy man, Ray was a fan of quickies. The pace, intensity, and rawness. It was the only sloppy, disorganized thing he liked in his life. They happened more than he liked, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be mad about that when he was driving in and out of you. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s definitely open to experimenting. Ray likes to ask you if there’s anything you’d like to try, and suggests a few things as well from time to time. He tried new positions often, bending you ways you wouldn't have known was possible unless he put you there. 

There were times where he pushed the limits to see if you two would get caught. You nearly were that time you did it in Rosalind’s auto shop. Mickey was running late for a meeting and you made the mistake of bending over in that little black skirt. A few seconds more and his boss would’ve seen more of you than he cared for. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

There was never a time that he’d tapped out first. To you, his stamina knew no end. Ray’s record was four consecutive rounds, each somehow lasting longer than the last. If you had to guess, you’d say he averaged about twenty minutes for duration. If he really paced himself, he could make himself last up to an hour. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any toys, but you own a vibrator that he doesn’t mind incorporating from time to time. His favorite thing to do with it was pressing it onto your clit while he ate you out. He also enjoyed watching while you used it solo, how you’d get into it, swirling your hips and massaging your breasts as you neared your climax. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ray is a firm believer in foreplay, but doesn’t stall too much. Not unless you’ve done something to make him upset with you. Then he turns into the most sadistic asshole you’ve ever met. Your throat would be hoarse from crying out and begging, stomach cramped from him bringing you to the edge only to recede at the last moment. He’d look down at you, a hint of a smile on his lips at his handiwork of completely unraveling you before filling you up.  

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Ray tends to be pretty quiet. He’s the most vocal when your lips are wrapped around him. Groans and grunts leave him as he hits the back of your throat and beyond. He also makes the most delightful noise, something between a moan and a sigh when your walls close in on his cock as you cum. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He onced asked if you wanted to try roleplaying. It did not go as expected. You couldn’t keep a straight face for more than a minute at a time, he was such a horrible actor. And the cowboy hat, as much as you thought it would turn you on in theory, only made you want to break out into fits of laughter. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It stunned you the first time you saw him naked. Ray was carved to perfection like a statue, his skin pulled taut over hills and valleys of muscle. Not to mention the length and width of his cock, it was literally the perfect size. Nine inches if you had to put a number to it. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Ray has a slightly above average sex drive. He’s not bouncing off the walls horny, but he’s pretty much ready to go whenever and wherever. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends on how long you take. Ray likes to comfort you until he feels your breathing even out. Only then is he ready to succumb to sleep himself. 

[creepypasta-ask-nugget]

hi! may i have a matchup? i’m a bi (more towards dudes), 5’1 hispanic girl and my strengths are that i’m generally very empathetic, i do a lot for others and i really am just a nice person. and pretty funny (in a morbid way) weaknesses are that i’m kind of a people and i let others walk over me. i like emo stuff lmfao it’s kinda my style considering i have hella piercings (labret, eyebrow and gauges) and i have black (dyed) long hair with dark brown eyes. my general personality is (1/2)

(2/2) i’m a generally nice person, i don’t really like sensitive people though, surprisingly as i can b kind of harsh/ i don’t have much of a filter, so i say what i want typically. i like gore videos and horror movies, typically to make fun of lol and i like heavy metal music. dislikes are sensitive ppl, again, kids, “preppy” people and pop music

///sorry if it's longer than you wanted it to be. I really enjoyed doing this. You can tell me if I did anything wrong because I'm not used to this yet😅//

Your love interest is..

Eyeless Jack

Tbh he feels blessed to be with you. (He thinks your an angel)

Jack enjoys your views on things.

He was certainly shocked when he first heard how blunt your opinion was on his mask.

"huh. You look like a blueberry that took a gun to it's self and shot it two times in it's face. I like it"

"Uh. Thanks...?"

He wasn't sure when he first meet you whether he was in love or just hungry.

The idea of him being just hungry made him stay away for a bit, only for when you made him truly laugh he realized that he wasn't just hungry.

The longer your friendship grew he began to understand why he loved being by you so much.

He loved how you where so nice but told the truth with out sugar coating it.

(he loves how he can pick you up and carry you anywhere since your so short)

Watching horror movies was never really a thing he liked doing.

That is untill he saw how your eyes beautiful chocolate brown eyes shimmered and your smile grew when you made fun of the movies.

(wishes that one of the moives will scare you into holding onto him for safety)

He hates how you can let other people walk all over you.

So you better expect a cranky demon to show up if anyone trys.

BEN

Your best friend is...

Jane

Come on,

Emo,

Short,

Blunt truth,

Sign her up.

You better expect lots of hangouts and lots of her dying from laughing so much.

She honestly thinks you are the most hilarious thing in the world.

# best emo friends.

She will get lists of movies and videos for you two to watch together.

Your enemy is...

BEN

This boi.

Lives to piss you off.

You hate kids?

You hate pop music?

You better expect him to blast "Baby Shark" on what ever device is closest to you.

Your sleeping?

To bad.

"bABy ShARK dO dO dO"

Jack will only help you out with BEN if you ask because he believes you can handle BEN. (But if you ask Jack to help you won't hear from the elf for a long while)

Rip BEN

[anxiety-trademark]

The week in review:

Raw 11/09 NXT 11/11 NXT UK 11/12 Smackdown 11/13

Raw:

Shayna vs Lana?? God poor Lana. Preemptive “rip”

Lmfao Lana is so damn extra.

Okay but WHY is Asuka facing Nia later? And where has Asuka even been the past few weeks?

Yikes. Lana is so friggin useless in kf.

Rofl Nia mocking Dana’s voice, I cannot with her.

Did Dana and Mandy actually save Lana from #8?? They got half a point. I get why they’re reluctant to help Lana, but they’re nearly coming off as the mean, popular girls, and I know that’s not their personas. I get she fucked them over, but it was inadvertent. Buy some goodwill guys.

Are they the Gucci girls now? Honestly flashforward to current times, Charlotte fits right in with them. If you were gonna have Charlotte head a stable, Dana and Mandy are the perfect people to put with her.

“We totally saved your butts... Lana.” :/ Dana. Dana plz. With all the work you put into your craft, HOW are you still the weakest promo in the division?

“Okay listen, thank you, you’re welcome,” just let Mandy and Dana practice wrestling cuz their promos are fucking painful.

Lana No-Friends.

Why is Alexa happily destroying flowers??

Lol has no memory of seeing Nikki the week prior. Yikes. Are we still sure it’s not drugs???

“Lexi I’m not playing.” “That’s too bad, Nikki.” What she means, Nikki, is there are 2 options: play or pain. You should just play. Actually side note; wasn’t that Nikki’s whole damn character when she debuted? ‘Nikki wants to play’? ‘Play with Nikki’??

Omfg Alexa is god damn stellar. Nikki tells her to choose either Fiend/Bray or [Nikki]. Alexa thinks about it for a moment, “okay. I choose... *blows the flower petals in Nikki’s face* him!” Then fucking claps, giggles and walks away. Imagine if you had a whole damn roster that could be this entertaining.

Also Nikki is really talented in her own right. Working with Alexa did wonders as far as promos and acting go.

Survivor Series team is supposedly at ringside because Asuka is about to go one on one with Nia. I’m not seeing the correlation.

Shayna officially playing the role of henchman now, I see. That’s interesting.

Asuka does a lot of things worth praising. Her Octopus is not one of them.

It’s always nice seeing Nia bump like she does for Asuka.

Oh that kickout into an armbar by Asuka was BEAUTIFUL.

Asuka said “fuck all y’all we’re busy rn”

I hate Shayna’s hammerfists SO much.

This Survivor Series team is a fucking disaster in kf.

aaaaand there’s number 8. Jeeeeze. “You don’t belong here, you’re gonna drag us down. Just quit.” This is a bullying story done right tbh. No personal petty bs insults, no body shaming. Just straight up physically assaulting the weakest link that has zero friends. It’s a good story. I feel sympathy for sure.

Highlight: Alexa & Nikki backstage segment

---

NXT:

See I don’t mind Shotzi’s backstage promos at all. She exudes passion. I can feel her emotions. But 9 times out of 10 she ends it in a howl and I want to scream.

Weak final thought though. There was really nothing better you could end it on? Okay.

So Xia calls out Raquel and then doesn’t show. Not sure if it’s for kf or meta reasons.

I like Raquel speaking Spanish while brawling. She should incorporate that more, especially with Zelina gone. We need more Latina talent (no disrespect to Bayley or Sasha, if they wanna start speaking Spanish then good on them)

“Everybody better take their-- my name out of their mouth.” SIGH can I get a non-awkward speaker that isn’t Nia? Anyone? Anywhere? Hello??

What the hell does any of this Xia stuff mean? Fine I’ll be patient.

So is Toni a face? I thought she was a heel. Did I misinterpret the heel turn pre-covid era? That’s even worse, she’s even more the same now.

Ugh rough day when I’m here cheering for Toni. God I hate Candice.

Do you really have the right to call anyone a ‘punk rock poser’ Candice? I mean... REALLY?

It’s not that I hate Toni’s headbutt, I just hate it when people take themselves out delivering a headbutt.

Anticlimactic sequence. Toni says fuck your second rope neckbreaker to Candice, then Candice says fuck your second rope leg drop to Toni, just to follow up with a mere kick to the jaw and a pinfall attempt. Missed opportunity to really get something going.

Sad attempt at putting her feet on the ropes by Candice.

Good let Toni be a “sore loser” fuck Candice.

So the masked figure is Indi, right? Why are they keeping her masked? What’s the purpose? Yeahhh that’s really not a surprise. Anyway.

It’s a damn shame what happened in 2020, the whole world has felt it. And it’s a damn shame that you didn’t get to show out in front of 80k people. I truly feel for you. Your loss, however? In kf I can’t feel bad because you sought HER out on HER show. In a meta sense? She did you a favor taking that title. You were 5 seconds from being called Charlotte 2.0, and you deserve better. You deserve the opportunity to grow and make a name for yourself without being handed everything before the age of 25, and you’re SO much better off for it.

The downfall of “nxt’s hottest new act” was a great story. It sucks to be her, but it was a great story. Rhea’s gonna be a fucking STAR on the main roster. She will thrive. She will exceed expectations. She will make a name for herself. She had to eat that humble pie first, though. Obviously I know how this match ends already, and rightfully so. 

Highlight: I guess the Io/Rhea Prime Target

---

NXT UK:

Kind of a bummer that there’s only ever one women’s match/segment every week on UK. I want to ponder whether it’d be different sans a pandemic, but I’m not certain it would be.

Xia Brookside is too animated in her moves, and her moves are always too slow for it to mesh well.

They compliment Xia’s “technical work” but she just comes off as someone who has learned the absolute basics and has no idea how to utilize them in a match.

Interesting to note that they seem to be building up 2 heels in Nina and Jinny, yet the champ herself is a heel. Not quite making me believe either of them have a chance at defeating her in the future.

Nice I always love a good codebreaker. Points to Xia.

That was a nice cartwheel off the turnbuckle using the ropes. One would assume the tweak to the knee was a farce.

Stupid small package. Stupid result. At least Nina got some heat back, but she should’ve won, lesbireal.

Side note: I see UK does in fact have a pc. No excuse for these women to get gassed so quickly then, get it together.

Highlight: The network exclusive video package for KLR vs Piper

---

Smackdown:

What a racy outfit. I don’t hate it, Sasha wears it well.

There’s like a million things you can do with Sasha that doesn’t involve a live promo in the middle of the ring. Explore them plz.

Carmella’s not a technical master by any means, but having her superkick and then finish with a facebuster is super weak.

What’s also weak: where the fuck did Bayley go?

What’s even weaker than that: Carmella had like the best theme music and now it’s gone. Tragic.

Lol why is Nattie stomping her feet like she’s throwing a tantrum? She’s hilarious tbh.

“If team Smackdown is going to win,” lmao let me cut you off right there. Imagine the SD women actually winning at SvS. Good joke.

Omg Chelsea is alive? We gave her a tag match in nxt with the women’s champion Charlotte Flair... Charlotte fucking Flair... and then kept her off tv for like 6 months for this? Is this her grand debut?? Is she even ready for the main roster???

Wait hold on. Back up. So Chelsea touched Adam’s shoulder and had some off camera conversation to make her way into this triple threat match? *sigh* okay.

I don’t quite remember who this team consisted of, but if I had to guess, I’d assume Liv wins this match since Ruby is already on the team.

Love Chelsea’s theme music, love that a giant picture of herself is no longer her titantron... HATE the flowy wedding dress veil that she wears on the bottom half of her outfit.

Should stick Chelsea with Nattie tbh.

What the hell was that by Liv? A fake out standing crucifix turned into a ddt? Fucking beautiful.

Nattie and Liv work together nicely ngl. Liv really does have a lot of potential, but she’s god awful on the mic. Tag team wrestling is best for her for the foreseeable future.

“This is a fatal 4way,” Cole reminds us, because Chelsea and Tamina have seemingly died.

Should’ve just made this a singles match between Liv and Nattie, jesus.

Lmfao Liv pinned Tamina. What took Chelsea out? A dropkick off the apron. A dropkick off the apron took Chelsea out for 3 minutes, and she got maybe 3 moves of offense. Yikes, what a debut.

So when does Bayley get added as captain?

Highlight: The match that totally wasn’t a singles match between Liv & Nattie

---

*Bad week in wrestling, but yet again, Raw shines the brightest because as small as their roster may be, they’re being utilized decently well.

[thelucyverse]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

My little self insert fanfiction wip is coming to a close!

The war is over. The last deatheaters rounded up by the ministry, blood-supremacy forbidden as hate speech.

Bellatrix and I have moved into her house again, spending the time cleaning out the evil and dangerous artefacts, getting close again over shared laughter and shared tears. And I still have many things I need to tell her.

"Bella?" I ask, standing in the doorway to the living room, hands folded behind my back to stop myself from fidgeting. "Yes?" she looks up from her novel- another of the non-magical sci-fi or detectives chose your own adventure stories she has taken to lately- and puts it down when she sees my serious expression. "What is it?"

I have decided to start at the most obvious, work my way up. "I'm mudblood." Bella blinks. "I think you just broke that no hatespeech law." Well, whatever I had expected her to react like, it wasn't that. "...what." "I mean, yeah, I already thought you might be muggleborn- first in a new magical line or whatever- is there anything else?" she has laughter in her eyes. I stare at her. "Uh. Actually, yes, there is something else, but I didn't expect you to take the first part so well." Bella grins. "Well, at the beginning when you joined us, people did discuss the possibility of you being a mudblood spy for the light- you're definitely a spy for the light, so..." I have to laugh, and Bella jumps up from her armchair to kiss the laughter from my face.

After a few long moments, I step back, catching my breath. "There really is something else I need to tell you, though." "...you sound serious?" "This isn't something you could have guessed so easily."

We sit down and I tell her my entire life story. About the moving, the loneliness, the fact that I could barely control it. That I had only moved into the past so far, but didn't know whether it was truly time travel or a switching of dimensions, of universes or timelines. I ended with "I can already feel the pull towards a new life forming. I could- at least, I think I could, I never tried to do it for very long before- fight the pull my entire life, but it would be painful, and I doubt I would be able to use much magic when my power is focused on it. Other than that- I could either go alone, or try to take you with me."

Bella gapes at me and I wince. For a moment, I think Bellatrix is going to ask whether I've turned insane. Then she snaps her mouth shut and her gaze turns contemplative. "You would be in pain." "If I stayed? Most definitely." "And you can't even say for sure that you could stay." "The longest I tried in the past was a few weeks, to settle my affairs..." "And if you suddenly can't manage to stay anymore, you probably wouldn't be able to bring me along?" "I- uh. I suppose not. Maybe, if we stayed close? I- I have to admit, I'm not a hundred percent certain I can take you along at all, but it /should/ be able to take you the same way I took items in the past, by touch like with apparition or a portkey..." Bellatrix thinks about this. Does she want me to try to stay- while always staying close together, so I could take her with me if bad came to worse? That didn't sound like she was all that sure she wanted to leave this world behind. And Melodenia had told me to make certain that was the case, which I wholeheartedly agreed with... Could I take Bella at all, if she wasn't sure, if she would just resent me for it?"

"We're leaving!" Bella's words throw me more than just a little. "...You mean it?" "It's what you would have done if I wasn't around, wouldn't you? And there's nothing holding me here, not really. Narcissa, maybe, but she has 'Dromeda now, and their kids, she doesn't need me. You- I mean...." she trails off awkwardly. "I do! Need you, I mean" I try to reassure her. "I just wouldn't want to rip you from your world, your life..." Bella laughs a humorless laugh. "What life? All my life I just did what was expected of me, without thinking for myself, and the past few years I literally wasn't even myself. How's that a life? You- you're the best thing that has ever happened to me, making me get away from all that. I'm coming with you." I can't stop the grin from spreading over my face.

We tell everyone that we are moving away for a whole so they won't worry. The pull is getting stronger already, but I want to wait a bit longer, until it is strong enough that I am more certain it will carry both me and Bella. We're taking a portkey to the coast, to go on a little vacation while allegedly moving away already- when it happens.

I shudder, and Bellatrix sees it. Holding onto my arm with the hand that isn't touching the portkey, she asks: "Now?" I nod. We disappear into thin air.

[End up in the water, can't find luggage but Belly has it all in waterproof undetectable extension charm bag, apparently I was out of it for a moment from the energy it takes to travel this way, and didn't notice our slow descent to the sea. Disapparate- I explain how that is possible without ever having been to before- and we end up in a field. A beautiful field, looking magical all on its own....]

Anne of Green Gables World! Lmfao

And thenn, if I ever write /another/ sequel-

We end up in the sea again, because apparently we can't have nice things. cookie tin from Marilla open, cookies disappearing into the water- sad, that. One last one landed in bella's curls, we share it before we disapparate.

End up in- 2009. Because everything needs a terrible twilight AU xD

With how I made things now, they could very well also run into Central people at some point. Might be another nice storyline, bit of angst thrown into the mix- first, they manage to stay together, but then either because she is unconscious when the Pull happens and she gives in without Bellatrix there, or because Bellatrix develops the power herself, they end up separated... Could also throw one of them into a The Old Guard 'verse xD

[icyharrington]

i want fire and reign michael to punish me after i fucked something up. like i want him to degrade me and just edge me till he knows for sure that i’ve learned my lesson 😣

ok so this turned out extremely nasty and way longer than i expected soooo. i apologize for that lmfao. 

warnings: dubcon (even tho there’s an implied relationship between michael and the reader), anal, face fucking, breath play, degradation 

word count: 1.5k 

//

Michael was always the scariest when he was like this: calm, collected, his hands neatly folded behind his back as he regarded you with those baby blue eyes, flickering with a lustful wickedness. You were sure you’d be less frightened of him if he was screaming, or even if he had you on your knees with a knife to your throat. But right now, all he did was look at you. And you were scared shitless.

He smirked. There was no friendliness behind it, no happiness, only a sadistic sort of pleasure as he absorbed your obvious fear. His tongue darted out from his mouth to run over his upper lip as he circled you, enjoying the way you flinched with his every motion.

“Now, (y/n), was I not perfectly clear with my instructions?” he asked you coolly, tilting his head to one side like a predator observing its prey. He was a predator of sorts, you supposed, and a beautiful one at that. You knew he was going to destroy you.

“Y-you were, sir,” you mumbled, eyes on the ground as your hands fidgeted nervously in front of you. Michael had an extremely low tolerance for screwups, always devoid of any sort of sympathy for natural human error. You understood this: he was nowhere near a human, not by a long shot, even though he looked like one with his golden curls and creamy skin.

He let out a chuckle, stopping in front of you. “So then why, pray tell, did you not do what I asked?” He reached forward with a sudden surge of energy and grabbed your face roughly, forcing you to meet his searing gaze. “You will look at me when I speak to you.”

“Y-yes sir,” you said, dangerously close to tears, skin prickling with a familiar warmth as he laughed openly at your distress. “I’m sorry, sir. I- I forgot. I swear I didn’t m-mean to inconvenience you-“

He landed a hard slap to the side of your face, and all at once the tears that had been pooling in your eyes began to travel down your burning cheeks.

“Oh, you forgot?” he asked you with a mocking twinge to his voice, a nasty grin forming on his face. “You aren’t being paid to forget to do as you’re told. And do you know what happens when you don’t do as you’re told?”

You sniffled, trying to keep eye contact with your boss for fear that your disobedience would make him more angry. “I- I get punished?”

“So you didn’t forget that,” he sneered, taking hold of your hair and pulling it taut in his large hands. “Surprising, since apparently your brain doesn’t have the capacity to understand anything I tell you.”

“I’m- I’m sorry, sir,” you sobbed, eyes going bleary with more uncontrollably streaming tears. He brought his face close to yours, plump lips curved downwards and nostrils flared, pulling your hair so tightly you almost cried out.

“Do you think I give a shit?”

You said nothing, only exhaling in partial relief when he let go. Then he widened his eyes at you expectantly, folding his hands behind him once more. “On your knees. Now.”

You immediately did as you were told, dropping so quickly it hurt as you made contact with the hard marble floor. He looked down at you, not a shred of sympathy in sight as he began to retrieve his erection from his expensive black pants. Instinctively, your mouth watered at the sight, long and flushed and leaking precum. You weren’t surprised that he was hard already- he got off on this sort of thing, inflicting fear and pain upon you.

He grabbed his shaft and slapped you across the cheek with it, before reaching down and unhinging your jaw wide for him. You gave him no resistance, not wanting to worsen matters for yourself, and without hesitation he slid himself all the way to the back of your throat.

“Incompetent little sluts don’t get to breathe,” he said, bringing his hand from your jaw to your nose, plugging it as he began to thrust himself deep enough that he could likely see the imprint of his cock in your throat.  You sputtered, trying your best to keep your jaw unhinged, his thrusts ruthless and aggressive.

It didn’t take long for your vision to become spotty, and you found yourself worrying that he might actually let you lose consciousness. You wouldn’t put it past him, in all honesty, and with each hard push into your mouth, you became more and more lightheaded.

“Get it wet,” he growled, forcing your head all the way down on his length with his free hand and holding you there firmly. “Or else you’re really not gonna like what’s happening next.”

You knew better than to question him, his cock suddenly leaving your mouth and fingers unplugging your nose. You took in a sharp, grateful breath, panting as you reached up to wipe away the spit and tears that dribbled down your trembling chin. He didn’t give you much time to recover, though, his cock making contact with the side of your face for a second time.

“Spit on it,” he said, his tone bored and monotone, and you did, taking hold of his thick shaft and forming a wad of saliva in your mouth before letting it dribble down onto his stiff skin. When his cock was practically glistening with your spit, he forced you to your feet by your hair, yanking you towards the desk and throwing you over it. You hissed in pain, the hard wooden edge of the desk cutting into your stomach, curling your hands into fists on either side of your head.

Behind you, Michael hiked your skirt up to your waist and pulled down your pantyhose, making a large tear in the thin fabric in the process. Then came your underwear, which he tore off altogether with little effort, discarding the destroyed scrap on the ground haphazardly.

His palm immediately made contact with the smooth expanse of your exposed ass, bringing his other hand to your opposite cheek and spreading you wide. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head as you realized what he was planning, but again, you knew better than to protest.

“I’d suggest biting down on something,” he said before pushing the entirety of his cock into your ass without warning. You took his advice, biting the heel of your hand hard enough to bruise as a pitiful scream threatened to escape your swollen lips. It hurt, bad, his thick cock stretching you out, his long fingers digging into your hips mercilessly as he fucked into your tight hole.

The surface of the desk was already spotted with your tears, cheek flush against the polished mahogany as he used you, hard length stretching your ass wide. He let go of one side of you to land a painful smack on your upper thigh, and then another one, this time even harder, on your ass cheek. You were sure your cries were loud enough to be heard throughout the entire building, even with your hand in place to stifle the sounds, but there was nothing you could do to silence yourself.

“M-Michael,” you wailed, hand falling from your mouth and hitting the desk. “Michael, p-please…” you knew your begging would do nothing to change his mind- the two of you had an agreement: when you disobeyed his orders, you would be punished. And this was your punishment.

“What’s that, little slut? You want more?” You could practically hear the smile behind his words, see the cocky expression on his face. You shook your head fervently, lips parted in a silent scream, thighs shaking from the mixture of pleasure and pain that was encompassing your body.

“No, n-no, Michael-“

“Beg me to fill you with my cum.” He reached forward, tangling his fingers with your damp hair and forcing you back towards him. “Say it.”

“P-please, Michael, f-fill me with your c-cum,” you stuttered, eyes rolling to the back of your head, letting out a breath when he stilled inside you. “Please, it’s all I’m good for, p-please.”

You knew this was what he wanted, to hear you degrade yourself. With that, he released your hair and returned to pounding into you; within seconds, he was shooting his warm load deep in your ass.

You were a shaking, sweaty mess when he pulled out, his cum leaking from your hole and trickling down your thighs. He turned you around, sitting you on the edge of the desk as he worked your skirt back down and pulled your ripped pantyhose back into place. Of course he wouldn’t give you the opportunity to clean up, you thought bitterly.

“And what did we learn today?” he asked you, stroking your cheek with an unexpected tenderness, voice low and soft.

“A-always follow your orders correctly?” you managed, hoping your answer was what he was looking for.

“Good girl. Now go do what I asked you to do. Correctly this time.”

[littlefallenseraph]

Hey! Love your blog ❤️ I was thinking about requesting a lucio imagine? Where him and mc are dating, and the apprentice goes on a small trip without telling lucio. (Pretty much just has to get some magic items or whatever outside of vesuvia) anyways lucio gets really, really worried and sends a bunch or guards out and his losing his mind thinking he lost you, snapping at servants, ect. (its only been like two days lmfao) and when mc comes back, either some fluff or smut. Whatever you would like!

Well thank you, darling I appreciate you saying that!

I love this prompt so much but I’m afraid it got a little...sad in the middle. I may have to expand it later

I Thought You Were Gone

You’ve almost reached the fungus. You have to admit—it’s taken a little longer to find them than you’d initially thought. Hopefully, you think, nobody will be too worried about me. I did leave a note, after all.

Your hopes (and unfortunately, the mushrooms you’ve spent 3 days tracking down) are squashed when 2 palace guards ride through the forest to you.

“Magician!” One of them exclaims, dismounting and bowing before making his way over to you, “we are fortunate to have found you at last. The Count tasked us with—“

You interrupt, allowing frustration to color your voice, “you’re fortunate I’m feeling generous today.” You gesture down at the once-delicate webs they crushed.

“Apologies, Magician. Count Lucio tasked us with your retrieval at any cost.”

That surprises you. “What do you mean? Is everything okay in Vesuvia?”

“Indeed,” He replies, “Milord was just...eagerly awaiting your return.”

“Eagerly awaiting, huh? Well, he’s gonna have to keep waiting because it took me days to find these and now I have to go find some more.”

The second guard dismounts and approaches, and you can see the pleading in her eyes, “Please, we must insist.” She shares a look with her companion before continuing, “In afraid Count Lucio is...well, he’s worried sick.”

“Oh for heavens sake!” You say, dropping your hands to your sides in grudging surrender. “Well at least let me collect what didn’t get completely crushed.”

—

The ride back to the palace is not a long one, but you’re fuming the whole way there. When you arrive, you dismount and trudge off before the guard even has a change to offer you a hand.

You burst into the palace and stomp your way all the way to his bedroom, practically kicking down the door and demanding, “Lucio! Lucio where are you?!”

For a moment: nothing. The window is open and all you hear is a soft breeze whistling. Then you spot it: a form curled up in the corner of the room by the open window, shaking and muttering.

“Lucio?” You repeat, this time softer.

A head shoots upward and red, desperate eyes lock with yours before he launches himself from the floor and lunges at you, wrapping himself around your waist and falling to his knees.

“What’s all this, then?” Your anger begins melting away as your hands wind through his hair. It’s knotted and a little dirty, sticking up in some places and completely flat in others.

“I—“ He sputters into your stomach, “I thought you were gone.”

You begin, “you thought I was—“

But he cuts off, screaming “I thought you were dead!”

Human fingers cling to your clothes and mechanical ones rip them. “Either that or you had decided I was irredeemable and you left,” he whispers.

Any trace of anger you had is gone now as you pry his hands away from your back so you can sink down next to him. Your hands find his cheeks and cradle them, and your thumbs run across them, clearing the moisture that looks like it’s been there for hours.

“Darling,” you coo, and you pull his face up until you’re staring into his eyes “I’d never do that. I’d never just leave you. Didn’t you find my note?”

He shakes his head and you glance over to his vanity where you had left it. Clothes pile on all surfaces and you can’t help but chuckle. “Well you buried it, that’s why.”

You stand and he follows you over to the desk. You don’t let go of his hand as you clear shirt after silken shirt and finally, under it all, you find your note. You hand it to him and he takes a moment to read.

My love, I have to go search for a rare fungus in the forest. I don’t want to distract you from your duties, so I’ve gone alone.

If you need me, please see Asra. He’ll know how to get in touch with me, but I should only be gone a day or two. Give my love to the dogs.

I love you.

He clutches the note to his chest and falls into you. You’re not sure what to expect but it definitely isn’t laughter. He chuckles, “Bet you think I’m even stupider than before, huh?”

You shake your head against him. “No, love, I just think you get carried away sometimes.”

You try to pull him off of you but instead he grabs you roughly by the shoulders, trapping your lips in a sudden kiss. And then another. And another. “Carried away, you say? I’ll show you how carried away you make me.” You’d think you were gone for years the way he was kissing you. Your hands come up and pull him away by his hair, only to reciprocate his urgency.

“I’m sorry, dearest,” he says between kisses, “This is the greeting you should have returned home to.”

As best you can, you laugh. “Well darling, there’s always next time.”

Scooping you up and walking you over to the bed, he throws you into the pillows, “Oh no,” he says, “I’m definitely coming with you next time. But how about I make up for this time?”

[aquarius-johnny]

Coffeehouse | Johnny Seo

Requested: - | Word Count: 1.1k | Warnings: -

Genre: Fluff

Author’s Notes: Uploading a lil later than usual because I’ve been out all day and I didn’t have much time to finish it, so if this flops really badly I understand why lmfao. Based on the song ‘girl at the coffee shop’ by jeff bernat / NonIdol!Johnny x Fem!Reader

Summary: Johnny is infatuated with you, a stranger he saw at the coffee shop.

Saying Johnny has a coffee addiction is an understatement. In fact, he was a regular customer at the local coffee shop down the street. He often spent his weekends there, catching up with friends, on emails, and work that seemed to pile up every single week. He knew the other regulars who frequented the shop and would give them a smile and nod when he saw them. After ordering, he would go straight to his usual seat; the two-seater table near the window.

This weekend, in particular, was different. A sheet of white snow laid against the concrete. Johnny enjoyed the view of snowflakes fall from above and the glass window fog up by the corners. As he inserted his earphones into his laptop, he noticed you the second you walked in. You took the seat at the table next to his, placing your things down before standing in line to place your order. Johnny sneaks glances here and there, making sure he doesn’t awkwardly gawk at your presence.

Taking your seat, placing your coffee and cookie down, you open the current book on your reading list. Whenever your nose is in a book, you had tunnel vision. You couldn’t feel the man’s eyes on you. Examining your facial structure, the way your hair would fall to perfectly frame your face before you pushed it behind your ear, and how you would push your framed reading glasses up your nose bridge as it slowly slipped down. Johnny watched as your perfectly shaped lips wrap around the straw of your latte before your fingers rip off a piece of the warm and chewy cookie you just bought.

Every hour that passed, Johnny debates on whether he should introduce himself and simply ask for your name. He was intrigued and definitely infatuated by you. The minute he decided to make some sort of move, you placed your bookmark to save the page you were on and packed your belongings. There was nothing left in your coffee cup and only crumbs remained from the cookie. Carefully placing your reading glasses in your bag, you stood up and gather your things. A discouraged Johnny tries to focus on his laptop screen but fails as he glances up at you.

You take notice of the man sitting on the table next to you, surprised by his good looks. You wondered why you didn’t bother to look up at least once during the time you were there. Lifting your wrist and taking a look at your watch, you knew you’d be late for a meeting if you stayed any longer. Your eyes catch him but before he could look away, you give him a smile and walked out of the coffee shop.

Johnny thought about you for the rest of the week, regretting not introducing himself and wishing he could rewind back time to that day. He knew it was strange to take so much interest in a stranger he hadn’t spoken a single word to, but he couldn’t help it.

When the weekend rolled back around, he hurried to the shop a little earlier than usual to make sure he didn’t miss you. When he got there, he didn’t see you. In fact, there weren’t many customers there. An hour passed and no other customers walked in. Disappointment washes over him, but just when he was about to give up you walk into the café and straight to the register.

“Hi, could I get a cinnamon dolce latte with a cookie on the side?” You asked the barista who gladly starts on your drink. Quickly scanning the area, you spot the same guy from last week. Johnny freezes, his confidence flies out the window upon seeing you. Looking down at his fingers, he plays with them before mumbling a few encouraging words to himself. He quickly orders a drink and makes his way over to you, he sharply inhales to sooth his nervousness while waiting for his drink. He eyes the book in your hand before taking the opportunity to strike a conversation.

“What book are you reading?” Johnny asks, catching your attention.

You flip the book over to the front cover and he scans the title. “It’s a little beat up, but-”

“It just means it’s probably your favorite, right?”

You grinned at his observation, then nod your head. When the only sound you hear is the shaking of ice, you take the opportunity to introduce yourself. You watched Johnny’s expression light up and he felt a sense of relief.

“I’m Johnny,” he greets, extending his hand out.

“Johnny,” you repeat. “I saw you here last weekend, right?” You ask him as you both grab your order.

“He’s a regular here,” the barista jumps in, nodding towards Johnny who - from what it seems like - built a rapport with him.

Your lips form an ‘o’ shape, smirking at him.

“Are you new here?”

“Is it obvious? Are you from here?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Born and raised,” he says proudly.

You smiled, then grabbed your cookie. Johnny didn’t want to risk not seeing you again, so it prompted him to ask if you needed someone to show you around.

“Should I take up that offer from a complete stranger?” You teased, taking the familiar seat on the table next to Johnny’s.

“We don’t have to be strangers.”

“Oh?” The palm of your rests on your cheek. “Tell me everything about you, then.”

Johnny grabs his belongings and moves to your table, sitting across from you. “Only if you do the same,” he winks before taking a sip of his coffee.

And you do just that. You learned his favorite color and what makes him tick. You learned his pet peeves, the sports he played in high school, and even the nicknames he calls his family members. The outside lighting dimmed and eventually, the sky darkened into a blue-black color. You two had unknowingly spent the whole time talking to each other and it felt like catching up with an old friend of yours. He made you feel so comfortable you didn’t want to leave, but the barista pulled you back to reality.

“Sorry lovebirds, we’re closing in 30,” says the same barista who made your drink.

Johnny looks at his watch only to see how late it really was.

“Oh sorry, we’re just leaving.” You ensure, grabbing your belongings as Johnny does the same. “Walk me to my car?” Looking at Johnny who gives you a small smile and a little nod.

When you get to your car, an overwhelming feeling of nervousness overcomes you as both you and Johnny stand in the empty parking lot.

“So, how about that personal tour?” Johnny bashfully smiles down at you.

“What’s your number?” You ask, handing him your phone.

Johnny, biting down on his bottom lip, he presses the numbers on your screen and saves his number into your contacts. “I’m expecting you to call me,” he smirks.

“And I’m expecting you to be a great tour guide,” you winked before getting into your car and driving off leaving Johnny with a proud smile across his face.

[polyscripts]

Monster

Prompt; After swearing not to kill, he does it anyway (I can’t say more without giving away plot LMFAO)

Pairing(s); Negan x Reader (TWD)

Warning(s); fluffy at first and then it gets reaaal bloodyy, extremelyyy Gorey, and just Negan being Negan tbh

A/N; little drabble since I've been gone for so long :( ALSO SOMETHING NEW !! I had Negan feels after seeing JDM <3

He’s soooooo fine omfff

You smiled when you felt a familiar leather clad arm wrap around your middle, the scruff of his beard tickling your neck as he nuzzled closer to you. He took a whiff of your scent, the fresh perfume intoxicating his senses, making his senses blur momentarily. His hand skimmed over your curves and over your still growing belly, causing you to purr softly.

"Morning doll.." he whispered, the huskiness of his tone sent shivers down your spine. You continued to fold the few clothes that no longer could fit you in your current state, wearing only Negans shirt that also barely managed to reach your knees.

"Morning sweetheart" you cooed, reaching back to rub your dainty fingers across his stubble affectionately. He hummed, eyes lidded dangerously as he turned you to look up at him. His eyes left yours only to see how large your stomach had grown the past 6 months, his smile broadening.

“Anything new?” he looked up at you a rare blush making his face red to see you already staring down at him with a soft smile of your own. You shook your head gently as you leaned back a little against the bed to present your belly proudly.

“Nope, he’s being strangely good today,” you told him, linking your hands together over your bump. He smiled a little, his eyes a bit watery causing a worried look to cross your own features now.

“Whats wrong?” you cupped his face in your hand, his eyes slipping shut for a second before reopening.

“D-Do you think she’s happy, where she is?” he asked, his voice unrecognizably soft as he held your hand just a little tighter.

The question came as a surprise, but you instantly knew who he was talking about. You bit your lip, your eyes stung with tears but you held them back as you smiled as best you could.

“She’s getting the little brother she’s always wanted, I like to think she's extremely excited” he chuckled at your answer and leaned up to kiss you tenderly. A single tear dripped down your cheek but he caught it when he cupped your face in his larger hands.

“Me too.,” he whispered, his eyes locked on yours as you smiled softly to each other.

1:39 AM

‘Where the fuck is he..’ you thought angrily, glancing over at the bedside clock that continued to flash the red numbers at you.

You grunted, rolling a bit on your side to manage to push yourself up off the bed. The bedroom was dark, aside from the moonlight being your only source of light as you reached your hoodie at the end of the bed.

Swinging the door open you realized how the hall was abnormally quiet for a night like tonight. Usually, there was at least one man sitting at the door in case of anything, but when you looked the seat was empty. Your brows furrowed in confusion, stepping out into the hall you shut the door quietly behind you.

You checked a few rooms that usually occupied at least a few people, but no one was to be seen at all. You huffed, a bit scared but you continued to look.

You were finally getting tired and contemplating going back to bed when you heard it. His voice a few distances away,

‘the warehouse! why didn't I think of that?’ you sighed and began to hobble your way there. The closer you got, the clearer you could hear his voice, along with a few others. You walked into it warehouse to see it empty, but the door leading outside was wide open, the bright lights of the SUV’s blinding you. You felt sick suddenly, and you knew it wasn’t your usual sickies, no, it was your gut telling you to turn tail and run; but your brain was moving your legs forward.

Coming up to the doorway, you didn’t expect to see what you did.

“-he said suck my nuts!”

You watched in horror from the doorway of the warehouse as your husband rose Lucille high in the air, before bringing it down with such a force it caused the man's skull shatter. You wanted to scream, to rush up and stop him, but you were frozen in your place.

It didn’t help how he continued to do it, continued to beat on the man until his head was nothing but pieces of brain and blood staining the earth. You could hear the squelch, the final cracks of bone until he was beating nothing but the earth. Your hand flew to your mouth to hold back a gag, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to tear your eyes away.

The saviors were laughing while they watched their leader, and it made you sick seeing them smile so evilly. Especially since it was nothing but a show, one to prove to Rick and his 'family' exactly where they stood on the food chain. Dwight had a boastful smile on his face as he turned to look around at the sorry faces, only to have his smile immediately fade as he caught sight of you. His face paled once he saw the tears on your face, his own stomach dropping.

"Negan." He spoke sharply, cutting Negan off from his threats. Said man sent a harsh glare to his right hand, and if looks could kill he’d be dead.

"You wanna be next fucker?" He hissed, but Dwight didn't answer, didn't even look him in the eye as he kept his gaze focused on your trembling form. Negan rolled his eyes at this before he turned and froze.

“What’re you doing?” you whispered, holding onto the doorframe for support. Everything was silent, aside for a few sniffles from the people still kneeling on the ground. When you didn’t hear an answer, your eyes narrowed in on his.

“YN, listen..” he tried looking for an explanation for this, for the reason he’d broken your one promise; but nothing came out. You bit your lip, clutching your shirt, wanting to melt into the floor as all eyes focused on you, but you could only concentrate on him.

“You lied to me..” were the only words your brain could form. Your hands went down to your belly as if to protect your baby from him, from the man who’d sworn to protect you. Only now you couldn’t see that man, the father of your children, the man you’d fallen in love with since you were both just teenagers causing trouble.

“YN-” you shook your head, completely horrified as you looked around at the scene again. The man that laid dead, another’s face scratched bloody from the barbed wire. The rest who still kneeled on their knees were crying, fear clear all over them as they begged with their eyes for your help.

“No, no... you’re not my husband... you're a monster” you snarled the last part, glaring darkly at him through your tears. He could feel his heart breaking in his chest when you stepped back from him when he reached out for you. He’d hadn’t seen that look of fear in your eye since... since Lucille...

"YN- wait, no this is just–" he laughed breathlessly, but the humor was no longer in the air. You shook your head again and took another step back. His face was filled with fear as you took, even more, steps away from him. He knew what this meant, but he’d be damned if he went through that again.

When you both lost Lucille, I’d broken the both of you. Watching your baby girl get torn apart by walkers was your biggest nightmare come true. That was his, being seeing you leave him, seeing another light in his darkness go out would kill him.

So when you turned and ran, ran for the room you both now no longer shared, he didn’t run after you. He stood there, in the center of all his men, and continued to stare at the spot where you once occupied. He thought about what you’d say, how you’d scream at him and call him a monster until his ears bleed.

He thought he’d felt nothing but fake pain until now. Hearing how you felt, hearing what he truly was, a monster... Just how you’d manage to rip his heart out of his chest and smash it better, and far worse than he ever could to someone's skull. At this, his grip tightened on the bat until they turned his knuckles white.

“..so back to it” in full swing, he turned.

I don’t know why I do this, but I love it so much

!!ALSO UNEDITED!!

[kyuu-rereads-umineko]

Ep6, Chapter 2 (Part 1)

I’ve got (some) momentum here, let’s not waste it!

Lambda, Bern, Erika, and Dlanor are hanging around in Beato’s smoking room, waiting for Battler to present his gameboard to them. Bern talks about crushing it, because of course she does.

“I kept making strange faces all the time last game thanks to you... Thought I might start getting wrinkles.” lmao

“Th-there’s no need to worry. The beauty of my master’s face is without peer, no matter how wrinkly it may get.” and bern looks pissed, lmfao

Dlanor expresses remorse over Beato’s death, Lambda basically says “that’s the way it goes,” and Bern looks smug as she comments that no one remembers who invented chess. that sums up their personalities pretty well tbh

“If Battler’s kept us waiting this long, he must be pretty confident in his plan.” See, this, coupled with Battler’s knowledge of the truth, is part of why I feel like he knows what he’s doing in this episode. Battler may be rash and impulsive, and he may be emotional and prone to losing his cool, but he’s not stupid. Hell, if the end of Ep5 is anything to go by, once his anger’s dissipated and he starts looking at Beato’s game with a critical lens (i.e. Knox’s decalogue), he’s able to figure things out pretty quickly. He might not have expected Erika to be crazy enough to fucking kill people to corner him (though I will say that yes, he should’ve expected it, because that girl’s got problems), but I don’t think he’s incapable of solving the logic error on his own. It’s really quite trivial when it comes down to it, especially compared to the narrative viewpoint fuckery going on in Ep5 itself.

Anyways. Gold butterflies, human shape, and... SURPRISE! Beato’s here!

(only not quite)

Bern muses that this Beato must be Battler’s piece, while Dlanor says that piece or not, she’s still Beato. dlanor why did you have to get teamed up with someone as awful as erika :(

“Father will be here very soon. I ask that you wait for just a short while longer...” urk

Lambda laughs, thinking it must be a scheme like the one she pulled back in Ep3, and Erika immediately goes for her by calling Battler “incompetent”. i mean it was declared in red like four episodes ago, so

“I’m sure Father understands it quite deeply. He really is good at that sort of thing.” Erika is... less than happy with her response, and states that Beato is “just one of Battler’s delusions, so I’ll erase every part of you and knock you down into the abyss of oblivion.” good sportsmanship

“I too cannot allow you such an easy victory. ...I, uh, look forward to having a good, clean fight.” lmfaoooo

At that, everyone clues in that this Beato isn’t just Battler’s piece or something like that. Lambda asks, “Just who... are you?”

funny how beato’s support in the first half of the series is asking the same question beato wanted battler to answer huh

Poor chick Beato, though. “Am I somehow different... from the Beatrice everyone was expecting? [...] I... I was only born recently, so I have no memories at all... H-however, I will study hard... in order to become the Beatrice you all expect...”

And in comes Father Battler, telling her off for leaving her room like a strict parent would. this is certainly awkward in hindsight

Chick Beato says that she only wanted to help, calling him “Father” again. Kinda like in Eps1-4, while I can deeply empathize with Battler here (the word “Father” would have some really disturbing connotations to Yasu herself), I still feel sorry for Beato. She can’t understand what it is she’s doing wrong, but he pushes her away anyways...

...And, understandably, tells her off for calling him Father. She lets out a sad “yes” and leaves.

“...This is a pretty weird plan.” lmao thanks bern

“Let’s start the 6th game. ...Erika, and you too, Bernkastel. This will be my tale, proof that I’ve reached the truth about Beatrice. Lambdadelta, please oversee this game, as a former Game Master.”

Battler announces the title of the episode - Dawn of the Golden Witch. Given that Episode 3 was originally called Land, it can’t have been intentional on Ryukishi’s part the whole time, but I do wonder if the B A T T L E R ‘ D thing was completely unintentional or not...

Even the narrative points out that Battler’s a lot more subdued than usual, and we jump back to Ange and Featherine.

“Ange. Beato seems very different from the way she was before.” YOU DON’T SAY

Ange comments that she’s surprised Beato’s even alive, given that she died at the end of Ep5 before Battler reached the truth. Yeah...

“There are two kinds of death in this world. One of them is when a piece is taken from the gameboard. This is only a death within the bounds of the game, and these lives can revive over and over again each time you start a new game.”

After a bit of talk about pieces and vessels (using Sakutarou as an example), Ange asks what the second kind of death is. “That’s the death of beings outside the gameboard. To continue with the Sakutarou example, this would be like Maria’s death. [...] It doesn’t have to be her death. Loss of interest or concern would have the same effect... When Maria grows up from playing with stuffed animals, then ‘Maria the game player’ will die.”

“I see... In that case, ‘Beato the player’ completely gave up on winning during the last game... so she died and vanished. If so, and if Beato thinks she has a chance of defeating Onii-chan again, she’ll come back to life, right...?”

Featherine basically says that the concept of time is the problem, and Ange catches on quickly, using skipping school as a metaphor. “Skipping school for one day might not be a problem, but if you skip for three days in a row, it’d be really hard to convince yourself to go back.” Featherine asks how it’d be if that period of time stretched on for a thousand years, as it does in the world of witches.

“You would never again... be able to regain the self that you once were. It would never revive.”

“Beato lost any chance or hope of winning... Even though she knew this, she pretended not to, and kept on fighting for many, many games. So, Beato will not return. Her hopes were crushed. She’s spent all of the willpower that she might have used to regain the will to fight. Therefore... that Beatrice will never revive again.” Ange realizes that the Beato who was hanging around with empty eyes throughout Ep5 was her “corpse”, but eventually even that was erased.

The Yasu parallel here is pretty obvious, but at the same time, the differences are kinda interesting - namely, Yasu’s “thousand years.” Not the fact that they were stretched over six years, but the fact that there are numerous moments that could be argued to have “killed” her - Battler not coming back after the first year, Battler forgetting to write her a letter, her developing feelings for George and moving on, starting to realize there was something wrong with her body, solving the epitaph and having her entire sense of self ripped away from her, and of course hearing about Battler’s return in 1986.

I suppose you could argue that Beato getting her hopes crushed so many times over - particularly when Battler got stuck at the end of Ep3 and when he responded cluelessly to her big question in Ep4 - are the Meta-World’s “equivalent” moments, and that’s probably what Ryukishi was aiming at, but... Hmm. 

At any rate, Ange realizes that that’s why Lambda shackled Beato to the game towards the end of Ep4 - if Beato had died at that point, the gameboard itself would’ve disappeared. Once Beato’s will to fight was gone completely (Ep5), Lambda usurped her position as Game Master, and “Beato’s existence” stopped being a necessary condition for the gameboard’s existence.

“So... when Onii-chan managed to reach the truth... it was one game too late for him to tell Beato about it.” And in many ways, that sentence right there is the tragedy of not just the Meta-World, but Rokkenjima itself. Not one person even got close to figuring out the truth of Yasu’s heart before it was too late, and as a result, almost everyone died.

“The 5th game was a form of charity on Lambdadelta’s part... She merely showed Battler some mercy as the Witch of Certainty, acknowledging his strong desire to reach the truth no matter what...”

Ange disagrees pretty strongly, but gets back to the point. “...This weird Beato isn’t the player Beato. She’s just a piece Beato.” Featherine points out that if that’s the case, she should be the same trollish, cackling Beatrice we all know and love. Ange gets her point immediately - Battler doesn’t want an imitation of Beato that just does whatever he expects her to, so this Beato isn’t just a piece.

“Battler... might be trying to revive Beato in the truest sense. It is the never-dying dream held by children of man.”

Ange immediately takes issue with that, since Featherine herself denied the possibility in red, and she basically replies that there’s a difference between “Beato’s revival” and “Beato’s rebirth”. “Have you forgotten? I believe that Bernkastel herself revealed Beato’s true form at the end of the 1st game...”

“Now I remember... She said something about how Beato exists as the incarnation of the rules.” “Information began to be accumulated based around that rule, and in the end, it took the form of the witch known as Beatrice. If that pattern is followed once more, the same Beatrice will be born again, and perhaps one could call that a resurrection...”

“And that means... this pure and lovable kid will eventually grow up into that screwed up, crazy witch...”

Featherine muses that having Ange read to her is “far from boring,” and Ange quips that she seems to know all the answers already, and they trade a few more barbs. trolls trolling trolls trolling trolls etc. etc.

“Anyway. From what we learned in the 4th game... there’s no doubt that there’s some kind of antagonism between Beato and Onii-chan in the past. Learning about this Beato might give us a key towards finding the truth.” Featherine expresses interest in reading about chick!Beato’s story, and we jump to Battler in... uh, the meta version of Kinzo’s study, I guess? i dont even know okay. At any rate, more Battler/Kinzo parallels.

He finishes up creating the 6th game, and says to Genji (who’s there for whatever reason, probably because parallels), “I always thought being a Game Master meant you could make the tale however you want... but this is seriously harder than I thought it’d be.”

“You must write up multiple tales and make the inner and outer sides of the story match.” I really like this line. It’s a pretty good way to describe how the two sides of the story mesh together to create the “third” side - the fantasy tale and the mystery tale together make up the heart of the story. You can’t have one without the other, and you can’t reach the truth without both.

We get a bit of exposition on logic errors (i.e. don’t make them battler you fucking moron), and then Genji says that chick Beato - who Battler confirms is a personification of the rules - has awoken.

The way Battler lights up and starts smiling immediately once he hears that Beato’s awake... it’s heartwarming, but really sad at the same time, knowing how mistaken he is about what “Beato is awake” means...

“There was no trace in his expression of the hatred he had once felt towards Beato for murdering his family...” lmao

Ange and Featherine interrupt, with Ange saying, “In a way, that was the final riddle of the 5th game,” which, indeed, it is. “When Battler reached the truth, there was a great change in his impression of Beato.”

Ange wonders if that means that there really was something between the two of them six years ago, then recalls that that was denied in red back in Ep4. “We can read this as saying that Beato did not exist six years ago, or it could simply mean that she had no connection to Battler at that time. However, either way, Battler did not visit Rokkenjima at all for the next six years...”

Ooh. I’d forgotten that Featherine proposes that “Battler’s sin” was what led to Beato’s “creation.” “Almost as though... Beatrice was Battler’s piece.”

“Battler sinned six years ago. Because of that sin, people died. The killer was Beatrice... If you consider the possibility that everything is connected to Battler’s sin six years ago, then the one who created Beatrice was Battler himself.”

Ange expresses confusion, seeing as the culprit’s response to Battler’s “sin” (whatever it was) was a serial murder. Featherine replies, “The weight of a sin depends on the person measuring it,” but also goes on to say that even she thinks that’s “a bit excessive” as far as responses go. you don’t say

In hindsight, I don’t think it’s inaccurate to say that Battler’s sin was “the first straw,” if you will. Battler and his dumb pony promise and return six years later influenced the form of the tragedy, but not whether or not it would happen. I’m tired, I hope this is making sense.

Anyways, Ange wonders if Battler’s sin is hidden in the story up to this point. Featherine says she has a theory about it, then laughs and refuses to tell her. these two get along well don’t they

(Though yes, Ange, Battler’s sin is explicitly mentioned, so go looking for it!)

“Just what kind of connection do Onii-chan and Beatrice have with each other? Understanding that... will probably give me a massive clue towards finding the truth of this world.”

[anxiety-trademark]

The week in review:

Raw 10/26 NXT 10/28 NXT UK 10/29 Smackdown 10/30

Raw:

Wonder what 19/11 means.

...Arsenic??... What in the-- WHY IS SHE SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS.

Boy y’all really nailed home how agonizing his suffering was before he died. My head hurts, this show is demented.

My god there are legitimately 2 of these psychopaths now.

wwe production should give Alexa’s voice a reverb effect whenever she says “let him in”

Girl is actually laughing hysterically while Bray ruthlessly murders Rambling Rabbit. Goodbye.

This act works so much better as a duo, Alexa was right in requesting to work with Bray.

kekekek Shayna makes a list of women she wants on her Survivor Series team; Nia snags the list and sees she’s not on it. Whose idea was this tag team? Need to know who I’m sending a fruit basket to.

Appreciate Mandy clarifying that Otis and her are still close, but I don’t understand why wwe separated them.

What is with everyone wearing black??

Lmfao this man really tried giving his rose to Shayna SIR PLZ. He had a better chance giving it to Sonya lesbireal.

Dana actually having a decent speaking segment. Half point.

“I feel like this is a joke. Is this like punk’d? Are we-- are we getting punk’d?” Nia came to entertain tonight.

Why can’t wwe just implement GMs again? Love Adam Pearce but he’s literally just playing the role of GM. Just keep them in the background with the mere purpose of cohesion. Good example: Paige. Bad example: Corbin.

This actually makes sense. You have the tag champs automatically being added, cuz duh, and the tag team who are undefeated since forming and moving to Raw. So have the 5th team member fight for the spot. I don’t hate that at all. At least there’s logic being applied.

I will never not hate Peyton’s theme. Yikes.

WHAT THE FUCK IS NIKKI CROSS’ NEW THEME LMFAO why are we throwing some bland, midwest country rock track with such a slow tempo at her??!? oof rip. Sucks for Nikki that Alexa wanted something more for her career but one could not possibly blame her, so.

ahahahaha I just noticed Nia took Byron’s seat. She’s so fucking funny.

Look if y’all are gonna do the move where someone lifts you over the top rope to set you on the apron, FUCKING JUMP FOR THEM. They’re not supposed to dead lift you.

Nice kick to Nikki by Lana; sloppy vault over the top rope. It’s kay, she isn’t even the worst one in this match lesbihonest.

Lacey gets Nikki in position for a suplex off the top rope, and Peyton - as quick as can be - jumps in to throw Lacey in a German suplex. That was smooth with very minimal set up. Points.

So Lana steals the win by pinning Nikki and the camera pans to all 4 team members looking absolutely shook. I am dying.

Interesting to see them focus on Peyton’s disappointment.

aaaaand rip Lana for the 6th time.

Such a jarring remix of Alexa’s song.

I know y’all are super weird and choose to sexualize/fetishize everything that you don’t understand, but I appreciate Alexa’s new persona. It’s like Firefly Funhouse characters meets Disney themed characters (which is core to Alexa) meets Harley Quinn. It’s a fitting cosplay with fitting demeanors. So if y’all could quit talking about ageplay like a bunch of weirdos, that’d be great.

Alexa and I are the same age and tbh I’m kind of shook on her behalf to see her share these segments and storylines with Randy Orton. Like I was a kid watching his feud with triple h. We were mere preadolescent kids lol. Good for her.

I like that she’s immune to Fiend’s name now that she’s fully embraced him become brainwashed.

Omg she’s just sitting on the turnbuckle laughing at them.

So Fiend is just a looming threat to Orton rn? Just letting Orton know that eventually he’ll have to answer for the fire he started all those years ago? I wasn’t here for Bray’s run back then so I’m kind of trying to piece this all together. Anyway fine segment. I don’t much care about Drew vs Orton but I appreciate Orton selling the intensity of the Fiend. He’s a good worker.

Highlight: Completely split between Nia being hilarious & Alexa being creepy as hell

---

NXT:

Well at least they’re keeping Ember backstage for her promos. That’s an improvement.

True, Dakota as a babyface was awful. Not sorry. Her character consisted of “scared” and “sad”... That’s it.

Big fan of the set for nxt tonight.

It’s so rare to see someone handle Rhea, what a nice dynamic.

These 2 are best friends irl, aren’t they? Enjoyable to watch them go punch for punch back and forth. If nothing else, they’re definitely selling that they’re pretty evenly built.

True though, Rhea does have her athleticism going for her. Rhea’s kicks are a beautiful thing to see. Soccer player ftw.

Really like this match. It’s cool to see the range of different matches Rhea can have. It’s not often you see her in an underdog type of role, and you wouldn’t think she could thrive as one, but it works for her just the same as being a dominant powerhouse. Shouldn’t be surprised though, her vs Charlotte at wm was a banger, and Charlotte was definitely the dominant force in that match.

Commentators said Rhea’s inverted cloverleaf has tapped out “many” superstars in nxt, and I just wanna know who? Cuz I have zero recollection of such.

Good showing for Raquel. Gave zero shits about her prior to this. She’s always just been the Diesel to Dakota’s Shawn Michaels.

GREAT counter by Rhea from the one armed powerbomb into nearly a headscissors takedown.

This match is very well paced.

Oh yes, that’s the type of match that easily could’ve gone longer and left me wanting more, which is a hell of a compliment. I underestimated how good this would be.

Wow they’re having Poppy rob us of Io’s theme song? For shame.

So how does the wheel actually work? Do they really not get a chance to plan out their stip matches? That’s weird. I love it, but it’s weird. Is it rigged? It’s gotta be rigged, right?

Love the black and orange themed ladders.

lmao Candice’s reaction to the bag of body parts. Fantastic.

Did Candice hit Io in the face with a laptop?? Honestly, points.

Lol chalk outlines on the tables. The theme is great.

Oh man, a moonsault straight onto chairs. rip Io’s midsection.

Wicked suplex onto the sitting chair, oof. Looked like Io clipped that.

Meteora into a steel ladder, which then fell on Io. She taking a beating lol.

Commentators mentioning Johnny counter: 3

Kinda cool spot twisting Candice’s ankle in a chair. Of course, it’s not like Candice sold the damaged ankle anyway, so.

Swinging neckbreaker through the tables - a spot that would’ve been great if the commentators had actually sold it and there was a real crowd.

idk who the hell is helping Candice, but I think it’s just fantastic that Shotzi came in to stop them.

“LeRae can’t reach,” as if this match wouldn’t have been over if she would’ve just climbed up one single ring.

Welp Candice is dead now. Fell off the top of the ladder through another ladder. Nasty landing. rip. 

Brutal match, but it still wasn’t better than their first match. At least Candice did work and this wasn’t boring unlike their last takeover match. Points for the damage they caused to their bodies, eesh.

Highlight: Rhea vs Raquel

---

NXT UK:

Oh nice UK added some monitors. Good for them, even if the stream quality is kinda poor.

I like this match up. Dani Luna is an athletic powerhouse, and Valkyrie is an athletic technician. This is more the type of quality match that I’d expect on the MR - minus the storytelling/performance aspect, but that’s okay.

Really appreciate Luna’s strength for how small she seems.

Valkyrie is fun to watch. Her arm drag takedowns and counters are entertaining.

Damn Valkyrie can do a springboard cross body and a pele kick as well? What an intriguing skillset she has.

Holy shit that snap German suplex by Dani was effortlessly CLEAN.

I’m not big on Dani’s look tbh. I feel like she’d be more of a standout if her hair was a different color. I don’t think blue works for her, personally.

An interesting finisher by Valkyrie... I don’t hate it. I’m all for the result, though. Good show of respect between both competitors. Wouldn’t mind watching them again in the future.

Current day has KLR still as champion (#foreverchampion) but I’m guessing they’re really gonna have Piper be the one to inevitably end it. Should be Valkyrie as far as I’m concerned. Even if she’s trash on the mic - not saying she is cuz I have no idea - she’s super entertaining to watch.

Highlight: Dani Luna vs Valkyrie

---

Smackdown:

New year, same old Nattie trying to be the Survivor Series captain.

Billie Kay is entertaining but wbk.

Bianca, ma’am, you JUST started going here. Calm down.

“Bianca nobody really cares, or knows, what EST means, it’s totally irrelevant. I’m the boat.” lmao I genuinely love Nattie, not sorry.

SHE CLAPPED AT HER goodbye. Give me a Bianca vs Nattie match, entertain me plz.

Ah a triple threat? That’s fine I suppose, what the hell.

Why does wwe keep depriving me of Bianca’s entrance? I hate this company.

Billie Kay: *jumps in the ring to catch Bianca in a random pinfall; fails; proceeds to leave the ring once more*

Billie Kay really is a special level of awful, but at least she has character work going for her.

Good cover by Bianca to set up the basement dropkick by Nattie to break up the pin.

Boy Bianca sure did take her time breaking up that sharpshooter. You got both Nattie and Billie Kay screaming and she’s in lala land lmao.

I will genuinely cry if they ever change Bianca’s music, I stg. Good for her btw. Appropriate result.

What’s the purpose of the polaroid camera?

Soo did they basically give Carmella the layout of Sasha’s gimmick while turning Sasha babyface? Is that what’s going on? What rules is Carmella making? What shots is she calling? Why does this girl have champagne? You know who would rock the “fuck y’all I’m rich, look at my Gucci and diamonds” gimmick? The Ice Queen, Charlotte Flair.

What an adorably tiny cross.

Carmella you’re not really known for winning, but alright.

Hate this music btw.

Lol this fucking chair. Okay.

“Long time rivalry renewed” didn’t Asuka and Sasha have a minor feud a mere 5 months ago? That lasted one month?? Is that considered long time now???

Sasha’s makeup is off key ngl. I hate that outfit as well.

Yes, yes she was your best friend and that was really sad, but you’re not saying anything different than you have before. And you’re STILL not likeable. But hey, I’m happy for you all the same, now be as entertaining as Bayley plz.

“The whole world knows that you can win a championship, but even you know that you can’t hang onto one. Unlike me.” pppffffttttt she’s not wrong.

Who do I gotta pay to permanently separate you 2? hiac was great, let’s end the debacle now plz.

“You made me sign that hiac contract under duress,” THANK YOU BAYLEY see someone knows their legal jargon. 

Peep that gnarly bruise on Bayley’s arm. Whew.

She’s so annoying lmao.

“Backstabbing bitches never win,” hi, Sasha? Longest reigning Raw women’s champion, first ever wm main eventer, first ever women’s dual world champion, face of the company, cover of espn and 2k20 Becky Lynch just called; said that is absolutely not true.

Highlight: Bianca, Billie Kay & Natalya backstage segment

---

*Raw shined the brightest this week, but I have to shout out NXT as well for their 2 matches, particularly Rhea vs Raquel.