#tips from other blrs

[miyamiwu]

A Guide to Tagging on Tumblr: Types of Tags

This was meant to be part 3 of my Tumblr guide for Twitter refugees series, but I figured old Tumblr users could benefit from it as well. I’m also writing this for myself because even after years on this site, there’s still so much I could learn to tagging.

Types of Tags by Purpose

General (for global categorization)

Communal (for identifying with a community)

Considerate (for other users’ safety)

Descriptive (for describing how the post is formatted)

Promotional (i.e. tag tracking)

Systematic (for blog-level organization)

Fun (your little side comments)

Above are categories I’ve come up with after looking through the tags on my own post, and I think they should cover all the tags mainly used on Tumblr. If you think there should be another category up there, just share it in the notes.

Before I explain what each of those types are, here’s a heads-up that most of my examples would be tags used in fandom spaces. After all, this is a multi-fandom blog.

General

General tags are also what I would call Topic tags. They make your post easier for your target audience to find. Like, if you post something about a certain topic, then a #topic name would be appropriate.

Example: Posts about the anime Blue Lock would be tagged with #blue lock.

Topic names can even be abbreviated to make it faster to type. Mob Psycho 100 can be #mp100. Archive of our Own is usually tagged as just #ao3. Blue Lock can be just #bllk (the actual acronym should be #bl, but people are cowards asfhddgfzh).

General tags also include sub-topics.

Example: If you’re posting specifically about the Blue Lock manga and not the anime, then you may tag it with #blue lock manga.

Sub-topic tags can also work as Considerate tags. People may be interested in posts under the parent topic but would like to avoid the sub-topic. Don’t want to intentionally spoil people about a certain media? Tag it with #media title spoilers.

Example: #mp100 spoilers, #little mushroom spoilers, #blue lock spoilers

Extra example: If you post x reader fanfics for a certain media, then you may must tag it with #media title x reader.

[Don’t wanna sound like a tyrant on this blue site, but for the love of god please include a general tag for your x reader fics to make them easier to filter out. Some people (me) don’t want to read them at all, and it’s tiring to come up with all #character name x reader variations out there. I end up just automatically blocking those who don’t use general tags the moment I come across their fic.]

Examples of some non-fandom General tags:

#spilled ink

#writing

#art

#illustration

#science

#chemistry

Communal

These are tags used to identify yourself as part of a certain community here on Tumblr. Such tags are often suffixed by “blr.”

Examples:

#bookblr

#writeblr

#studyblr

#artblr

#birblr

There are no hard rules, but these -blr communities often contain specific kind of posts in the tag. For example, in #studyblr, you would find a lot of photos of aesthetic notes and people’s desks. If tagging with a -blr tag, check out the community first to see what kind of posts fit under the tag.

Examples of other communal tags:

#actually adhd

#artists on tumblr

#writers on tumblr

#photographers on tumblr

And here’s a list of the top Tumblr communities in 2022. You might wanna check it out.

Considerate

Considerate tags are the most important. Primarily, these tags contain the trigger/content warnings for your post. I’m not gonna include a list of all possible triggers on this post though coz that would be quite long. You can just look that up on your own.

From observation, warning tags affix a tw or cw to the base tag to differentiate them from neutral discussions of said tag.

Example: A post tagged with #depression may be an informational post containing tips on how to manage one’s depression. A post tagged with #tw depression or #tw: depression, however, may contain extremely depressing rants that could negatively affect others’ moods.

It’s different for posts that may be harmful to epileptic people, though. If your post contains flashing gifs and the like, tag it with #flashing and NOT #tw epilepsy or just #epilepsy. A more in-depth explanation as to why can be read here.

You may have also recently seen the #unreality tag in Goncharov posts. I just learned about this tag myself, so I cannot explain it well. Here’s an old post by @ whethervane though that explains it:

an unreality warning is a warning that something (media, discussion, etc.) will deal with themes of unreality and false reality—which can be very stressful and triggering for people who’ve gone through feelings of unreality or disassociation before.

Another kind of Considerate tag would be one used in fandom spaces, especially in big fandoms. These are what I would call anti tags, and they’re used to contain fandom discourse or prevent fandoms from becoming toxic spaces.

If you spout hate about a certain character, do not tag your post with #character name. Instead, prefix your tag with the word “anti.”

Example: If you hate Mu Qing from Tian Guan Ci Fu for whatever reason, tag your hate post with #anti mu qing.

Believe it or not, regardless of how hateful you think that guy is, some people in the fandom actually like him (me, for one) and would be upset at seeing your hate posts while browsing under the #mu qing tag.

Moreover, anti tags are not just for characters. They can also apply to ships you hate.

Examples: #anti mileven if you don’t like the Mike x Eleven ship from Stranger Things. #anti byler if you don’t like the Mike/Will ship.

I see a lot of people censoring anti tags (e.g. #anti mil*ven, #anti milkvan, etc.), but I think such tags would be easier to filter out if they’re just spelled completely.

Descriptive

Descriptive tags describe how the post is formatted. In a way, they also work as Considerate tags, as they allow people to filter out posts that may be too stressful/painful for them to read or look at.

Most common example would be #long post, which is used for posts that are, well, very long. I reckon such a tag became necessary because in the past, Tumblr didn’t have an option to truncate long posts on the dashboard. It was all up to the original poster if they’d be kind enough to cut their posts under a Read More/Keep Reading block. Scrolling past a long post was hell, especially for those on mobile. The color of the sky post was quite notorious for this.

Another example would be tags informing users on whether images in the post contain an alt text (aka image description/image ID): #image id, #image described

Or, if the images don’t have an ID: #undescribed, #no image id, #no id, #no id in alt text.

Other Descriptive tags:

#caps lock

#large text

#small text

#colored text

#eye strain

#bright colors

#flashing

#fast gif

#transcribed (for audio/video posts including a transcription)

#unmute (tells the viewer of a post to turn on the sound of a video)

Promotional

These are tags that are tracked by other blogs and often use the name of the blog that tracks them. By adding Promotional tags on your posts, you are guaranteed a reblog from the blog tracking the tag.

Examples:

@ bluelocksource tracks the #bluelocksource and #bluelockedit tags

@ anisource tracks #anisource

@ dailyanime tracks #dailyanime

Systematic

Tags are a great way to organize your blog. Since Tumblr is a reblogging site, people often use tags to differentiate their original posts from reblogs. Some would tag their originals with something like #my post or #mine. Another trend is to use #your-url.txt.

I tag original posts on this blog and across my side blogs as #lznk #miyamiwu.src. It’s from the consonants of my url, but I also chose it because it’s unique throughout Tumblr. Whenever I want to view my posts across all my blogs in one place, I just use the dashboard search. Nobody uses the tag aside me, so all posts that come up would be mine. Hopefully it stays that way…

And from your own originals, you can categorize it even further: #my art, #my edits, #my writing, #my cats, etc.

Of course, you can also categorize reblogs. Some people add #reblog or #rb. If you blog about a certain topic and would like to post/reblog something unrelated to that topic, you may add a #not topic tag. The popular @ one-time-i-dreamt blog uses the tag #not a dream.

Fun

I don’t really have to explain this, do I? Fun tags are basically your little side comments/footnotes. They are things you wanna say but don’t really want to be too out there.

I'm not gonna include examples of this, but I’d like to talk about the mentions of “prev” in Fun tags.

Prev stands for the user you reblogged a post from—the previous person, so to speak. Some people just prefer to speak to someone in the tags instead of saying it loudly in a reblog; hence, the need to say “prev.”

“Prev” is also used when one is copying a person’s tags [on the mobile app]. To give credit to the person who came up with the tags, you may add something like #<- prev’s tags (the arrow would be pointing to the copied tags).

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Aaaand that's all. Normally, I'd write a proper conclusion to a post like this, but writing this was exhausting, okay? Just take this and go~

[wonryllis]

do you have any tips / tricks for boosting or growing a tumblr account?

YES I DO! these are some tips specifically targeted to help grow an account quickly. if anyone has any other tips please feel free to add!

( 01 ) CONSISTENCY: with any blog to grow you gotta continuously post content to attract people. it gives them reason to follow to get updates regarding your latest works.

( 02 ) KNOW YOUR AUDIENCE: this might not be what everyone wants to do on their blog but if your aim is to grow quick then, it is best to know what your target audience loves to consume and work on providing them exactly that. for example in most of the fandom blr, majority of readers prefer fluff over angst, so to grow faster you can put out more fluff content and hold back on angst. or another example is happy endings over sad endings.

( 03 ) PROVIDE MORE ACCORDING TO RESPONSE: after you have a couple of works posted, you can go through it's stats to see how well it's doing with the readers and proceed to put out similar works in future and more for any specific members whose content does best.

( 04 ) ACCEPT REQUESTS: taking requests and actually doing them does help you grow but not taking requests does not mean you will not be able to grow quick. these do help but if you already as performing well in regards to the above mentioned points you might not necessarily need to do requests.

( 05 ) BE NICE AND HUMBLE: kindness goes a long way, trust me. and no i do not intend to tell you to pretend, please always remember not to let things get to your head, whether it be "huge number of followers" or "hate" there will always be people who will not prefer your way and in times like these it is best to be nice and move on.

( 06 ) IMP, LUCK: trust me, luck plays a hugeeeeee hugeee huge! part in growth. you may do all the above points diligently yet still not be able to grow quickly. and you can never know when that luck would strike. you just gotta keep trying.

( 07 ) LASTLY, KEEP TRYING DON'T GIVE UP: it may happen at first your account's growth is slow, but who knows if that luck is waiting to strike you at the right time. so don't give up and keep trying and trying. trying will leave you hanging for if not quick you'll still grow!

BONUS, STRIVE TO IMPROVE: anything your blog is about always try your best to get better and better with time! take inspiration from others to find your own charm and spark and learn from them.

VERY VERY VERY IMPORTANT, NEVER COPY ANYONE TO GET THAT SHORTCUT FAME!

[emperor-palpaminty]

I love the ice cream clones so much I wanted to write a little something with them. Just them being bros. Guys being dudes

Anyways have some clones chilling on a mission and go follow @uppyr-blr

"Psst."

Though the dense woods and tall trees, the whisper would have gone unnoticed if not for the sensitive radio in Chip's helmet. He chose to ignore it for the time being. Quiet was rare and he was determined to enjoy it for as long as-

"Psst. Cap'n. Psst. Hey."

Kark. Chip cursed internally, finally raising his fingers to his comms. "Mint. Patrol is supposed to be quiet."

"I know." The voice crackled to life over the comm, the smile the loudest part of Mint's words. "But consider this, Cap: it gets lonely."

Chip exhaled and leaned his head back. Through his visor, he could detect little dots of stars peering through the heavy trees and foliage of the Kashyyk forests. Though it was mostly for spying and Intel, he would be lying if he said he had not used it to zoom in on constellations or birds or nature. "Then enjoy the silence."

"I tried that already. Hated it, sir."

Chip's jaw rotated before he annunciated every syllable, "Then try harder."

"Sir, yes sir." Mint fell silent, the comm fizzing out.

His stressed grip loosened on his blaster and he walked back towards the brush. The blessed silence-

"Just tried. Still hated it."

"That was for two seconds!"

"Twice as long as I tried before. I gave it my best, Sir."

Chip exhaled, not bothering to mute himself. "What am I going to do with you."

"Love me, mostly. Laugh at my jokes. I'm funnier that that five oh first ARC trooper." Mint's grin was practically audible. "Everyone loves me." The snark was thick, baiting him- it was what Mint lived on. Humor wasn't the worst thing to have in a war, Chip reminded himself.

"Everyone?"

"Almost, sir. Even if they don't know it."

Chip scoffed and muted the comms. Mint annoyed him to no end- not because if his personality or his humor, no.

But because the war hadn't don't to Mint what it had done to Chip.

The screams. The pain. The loss. How did it not affect him? Chip scuffed his white boot along the dark dirt of the planet. Some day, all the clones would be this- dirt, forgotten, perhaps a footnote in some history book or doc in the next era, or the next war. Some day, though, he hoped clones- or the ones that remained- would know peace.

Maybe.

The darkness was almost oppressive now. The sounds of the planet was deep, musical almost, and humming to life. Slowly, Chip re-activated his comm.

"Mint."

"Yes sir."

Chip hesitated- he hadn't thought of what he was going to say. He honestly just realized he liked hearing the voice of another clone, a brother, a friend. Words lingered at the tip of his thoughts- you think the war will end? - But instead, he managed, "Make sure you're documenting half-hourly."

There was a snort from Mint. "Always by the book? I just go back later and fill it in. Same thing as always- nothing happens."

Chip removed his hand from the comm, biting a come back. Nothing happening was good. Nothing happening meant they got to live another day.

The brothers could take a war, one day at a time, even if only a few of them saw the other side.

He hoped.

[minhypen]

hiii i just found out about your blog today (i downloaded tumblr today ) i wanna start an enhypen added member blog but need help on the layout & stuff 😔, do you have any tips ??

thank you !!

hi there! it's nice to meet you :)

since you said you just downloaded tumblr, i'd say take some time to learn how to navigate ur way around here and stuff before working on ur blog. running an added member blog is really not much different from any other writing blog. if you want to know how to make a pretty layout and stuff, you can check out the layout tips tag of mine (which is the link under the text "golden ticket" in my pinned post), which i think covers the basics. if i had to add on to it, though: list out all the posts/links you want to add on your pinned post. for example, i decided that i wanted the following posts/links on my own pinned: an introduction to my world, my rules, masterlist, my layout tips, my wips, links to the alternate universes, my profile, list of my moots and a post giving credits to my inspirations. listing it out first helps to keep check of everything when you actually make the pinned and other posts so you don't miss anything. other than that, i'd say start posting stuff regularly if you want your blog to become well-known in enha-blr (basically don't be a post and ghost like me lol) and to gain followers!!

[the-rainbow-lesbian]

"idk if I am crazy but sometimes I think normie women have more awareness and are less delusional about how men are but on here?" I've been thinking the same. Like * some * christian women are way more realistic abt what and who m*n are, but on "rad"blr women legit believe they got the special one, or tip-toe around it. Like, don't get me wrong, women in general are delusional when it comes to dating m*n, but even then I saw some common sense (if u can call it that) advice and discussions surrounding m*n. Honestly they need to go to FDS or some other dating forums and quit wasting our time!

they legit think separatists are holding them at gun point preventing them from seeking happiness and whatnot like men will not make you happy why would you willingly invite a parasite to their lives but you know what they have all the information and still choosing men so *shrug* sometimes it’s hard to not lose hope for women

[maiverie]

hihi! im kinda young (14 turning 15 in aug!) and i saw that another anon asked for your help on creating a blog .. i kind of need help too 😭😭 do you have any tips on writing? i wanna start a blog but have no experience in writing like AT ALL. except for maybe writing essays for eng or having to create comfort texts for friends because erm therapist friend here☝️

hiiii omg im so sorry for the late reply HAHA but firstly happy early birthday for august!!! plsss I'd be so happy to help! here's my reply to the other post on setting up your blog :>

as for writing tips,,,, um bro honestly idk if I'm the best person to answer ur question but here are some of my personal thoughts!! also comfort friend so real DONT GET BURNT OUT THO 😭

—(long post below)

disclaimer: I am obviously not the best most amazing writer, so these are just my personal thoughts !!! I'm sure there are other users out there with better insights !!!

when I started writing I was like really really really shit like PROPER shit it's actually fucking embarrassing reading back to it 💀 but idk sometimes it's just fun to look back and see all the improvements I've made along the way — for you, it might be that way too. you might feel like it's shit to begin but honestly the more you write, the easier it becomes and naturally you'll improve ! so I think the best mindset to have when you start is to just try, and be okay with the fact that it will obviously not be your best work and you'll just get better and better and better!

here are some writing tips I've previously written - I'll reiterate some of the points there but maybe give it a read and see if it helps?

I think it's easiest to start with one idea and use it as a seed — just let ideas slowly grow from it; keep adding little details and details until it sprouts into a big tree! for example, you can pick a trope that you really like (maybe something you've read before in someone else's fic, or something you've seen in movies/tv shows/books) and then pick a member from whichever group you want to write for (I'm assuming enhypen since you're on my blog) and just write!! for example, you can pick enemies to lovers and then be like hmmm I really want to do jay and enemies to lovers! from there, you can think about the smaller details: why are they enemies (plot)? what do enemies say to each other (dialogue)? where are they when they say these things (setting)?

I think it's easier to write the kind of things that you like to read! so if you really like one shots, write a one shot. if you like smaus, write an smau. if you like headcanons, do the same! stick to whatever you've seen before because then it'll feel a little less daunting! personally, I used to read a lot of like stupid little romcoms growing up and so that's just naturally what I kind of write now ^^ you'll notice that everyone has different taste; so you might see someone's writing and be like "wow it's really good!" and people might disagree with you — in saying that, don't try to please everyone and just write whatever u like ^^ you'll attract people who personally gravitate toward your writing !

tbh, fic writing is nowhere near the same calibre of actual book writing so I wouldn't fret too much about designing a really intricate plot with like fully-fleshed characters because nobody really does that anymore (at least not on blr? i think that's more common on wattpad where people have like 20+ chapters ya feel) — I think just write what makes you happy! If it's about your bias + a trope you like then ezz that's all u need to do hdfshsdh

there are people who like to fully plan out fics and there are people that just wing it — I'm sure you'll find your style, but don't feel worried if you can't seem to brainstorm anything! I think it's easier to just start, and then think about that could happen next. maybe you can start a story with dialogue and then just continue on with the conversation !!

when you're writing scenes, think about setting and characters — for example, think about how they feel, how they react to another character’s dialogue, how they physically react to someone's touch, how cold or hot the weather is, where they're standing/sitting and what their surroundings look like, what time it is, etc. etc. obviously don't include everything (especially the irrelevant stuff) but my point is that there are so many different directions you can go!

here are some other tips I can think of:

read your dialogue out loud and think to yourself, "would someone actually say this?" also, make sure only one person speaks per paragraph so it's less confusing

use a thesaurus sparingly — try not to use convoluted language bc I'd say people who read your work are going to be around the same age as you and idk it's just a lil weird if you're using random words that nobody really uses irl

pay attention to your grammar/syntax — make sure some sentences don't run too long and that when you read it out loud, it makes sense!

also spell-check HSDHDS BUT HONESTLY MY FICS ARE RIDDLED W TYPOS LIKE IT DOESNT RLLY MATTER TBH.. SO LONG AS ITS NOT HORRIBLE?? UHH

treat your characters like real people and think about what they say/do and if it's something in or out of character!! in saying that, give them motivations and fears and all the juicy stuff that real humans have — if you care about writing a story that people will remember, then I think it'd be great if you could write memorable characters by fleshing them out and making them lovable or hate-able(?) or relatable.

make sure scenes flow from one to the other — it's the same as you do with your eng essays! you make sure you're not talking about one thing before quickly jumping to the next. I think you can apply the same logic to writing fiction :))

honestly it's hard to give tips because I'm not sure what type of stories you want to write and what direction you're going for, so I'm really sorry if my tips were a little too generalised!! but if I'm gna be like so so so so fr right now, I honestly think writing for enhablr can be easy/simple — my tl;dr is that you should just pick a member + easy trope + make sure you have a mildly interestingly plot and once you add in decent grammar, you'll probably do really great! I don't mean this in a bad way, I just think ff writing doesn't have to be too difficult because most people just want to read about and imagine their bias in situations they'll never be able to see irl (its kinda the whole point of ff)!! I don't think people think much about fics beyond that !! this is all just for fun!!! so I really hope u have fun writing!!! lmk what u end up working on ^^

I hope this helps; idk if it did 😭 but lmk if u need any more clarification 😭💖

[togrowoldinv]

Tomorrow and Forever

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Natasha gets a call that the other Avengers need help, but she doesn’t want to leave you

Note: This is soft Nat. Very soft. It’s inspired by a country song lol. I really have no idea where I have this based in the timeline, but Nat has her endgame style hair because I love it 😌 I hope y’all enjoy it!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Her red hair drapes over you like a curtain hiding you from anything else in the world. It’s grown out now the soft blonde tips are fading even further. They are hardly noticeable in the barely lit up bedroom.

Natasha’s strong hands move their way down your body in swift and calculated movements. Her lips reach every inch of your body in a mix of gentle and passionate touches.

She has you right where she wants you. And then her phone rings.

“Ignore it, baby,” you say as she begins to lift up from you.

“It’s the team. Just one second, detka,” Natasha says. The curtain of red hair falls as Natasha reaches for her phone that sits on the nightstand.

“This better be important, Rogers,” she answers it with an annoyed greeting. You can hear shouting on the other end of the line.

Natasha abruptly gets out of bed, and you watch as she starts getting dressed. She goes into the bathroom, so you don’t hear the rest of the call. But when she comes out of the bathroom with an apologetic look on her face, you know she has to go.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” she says as she sits on the edge of the bed. You sit up and hug her from the side, your chin rests on her shoulder as you wrap your legs around her.

“How bad is it?” you ask her.

“They need a rescue. I’m the closest,” Natasha says. “I really don’t want to go.”

“I know that, pretty girl,” you say. You kiss her cheek. “It’s okay. You go be a hero and I will anxiously await your return. Okay?”

“This was supposed to be our time alone. I wish avenging wouldn’t keep getting in our way,” Natasha says almost bitterly.

“Look at me, Natasha,” you say. Her eyes finally meet yours. “I am so proud of you, my love. You are so amazing, and you don’t even know it. I don’t want you to apologize for avenging. That’s your world and-“

“No, you’re my world now,” Natasha corrects you. When you see how serious she is, you lose any urge you had to call her a sap. “I just want to make sure that you know how much I love you. If tomorrow never comes, I just need you to know.”

“I know, Natasha. You tell me everyday and you show me in everything that you do. I promise the love you’ve given me is enough to last forever. But tomorrow will come, right? And you’ll be back here, and we’ll be together. Everything will be okay.”

“I have no idea what I did to deserve you,” Natasha says. She caresses your cheek and brings your lips to hers. They capture yours in a slow goodbye kiss.

“I love you. And I’ll love you tomorrow and forever,” you say.

“I love you too, y/n. Tomorrow and forever.”

And tomorrow will come for you and Natasha. As well as many tomorrows after that.

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[starlessea]

Shotgun Wedding (Daryl Dixon/Reader)

Drabble: Daryl proposes with a ring he made from a shotgun shell.

A/N This was a drabble commission from someone over at Wattpad. I absolutely fell in love with this idea. Thank you!

The box was small and wooden.

Daryl finally parted with it, handing it over shyly - and you didn’t miss the splinters he had buried in his fingers.

Though, when you took it from him, the box was smooth - as though it had been thoroughly sanded down. You cracked it open, hearing the faint, fresh squeak of the hinges.

It was a ring, but not like any you’d ever seen before.

The band was a goldish colour - simple and solid. There were no sparkling decorations, nor diamonds that made you squint if you looked at them too long. Instead, it was engraved around the edges. The letters had been smoothed down, but they were still preserved well enough for you to figure them out.

It had been a shotgun shell, you realised, and looked up at the man expectantly.

“You made this?” you asked, thumbing over the words.

Daryl nodded, before looking down at his feet.

That man must have the most interesting pair of boots in the world, you thought.

Even proposing to you, he still shuffled about nervously - like he’d already convinced himself that you would say no.

“Had plenty nuts an’ bolts lyin’ ‘round,” he mumbled, “so I tried ‘em first.”

Daryl finally glanced upwards to inspect the ring, narrowing his eyes at it like he was trying to pick a fault in his work.

“But they were too damn clunky,” he explained, shaking his head. “Wouldn’t look right on ya.”

So that’s what he’d been doing back then.

A week ago, you’d stumbled across Daryl on his hands and knees, collecting little rivets and other metal parts that had spilled out onto the floor. It had been quite a spectacle - watching that bulky man squint at the stone tiles.

He’d barked at you to leave the room, but the image was still etched into your mind, like those pressed letters on that ring.

“Then I saw the shotgun shells,” Daryl continued, raising an eyebrow at the grin starting to form on your face.

You took the ring out of the box, feeling the weight of it.

“Rick tol’ me ya wouldn’t like it,” Daryl mumbled, already making his nervous excuses. “I know it ain’t what most girls dream of, but I couldn’t find nothin’ else out on runs.”

Immediately, you shook your head and smiled up at the man - making sure that he didn’t have time to look down again.

“It seems Rick doesn’t know me that well,” you teased, placing a gentle kiss on Daryl's cheek - and feeling the prickle of his unkempt beard as you did. “I love it.”

Then, he helped slip the ring onto your finger - and you couldn’t help but feel guilty at the sight of his calloused hands gently holding onto your unmarred ones.

That man had a bad habit of always putting you first.

Yet, his efforts showed. The band fit perfectly, and caught the light prettily - the letters making it fragment into little speckles that dotted the walls.

You lifted your hand, now decorated with a former shell, and pointed two fingers out - so that they made the shape of a gun.

“Bang!” you laughed, shooting Daryl in the chest.

He sighed, before playing along and pretending to stumble backwards.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, “shot me straight through the heart. I know all yer shitty jokes by now.”

Daryl took a hold of your hand, and pulled you closer to him, so that your chest was flush to his. You rested your palm flat over his heart - still beating strongly despite the bullet wound - and grinned up at him.

“And you love them!” you declared, with certainty.

You could see it in his eyes.

But Daryl just shook his head, lifting your hand up to inspect the ring once more.

“Nah, I love you,” he replied, “so I jus’ put up with ‘em.”

You let your fingers interlock with his, tightly so that he couldn’t pull away even if he wanted to.

But his expression made you think that he’d never want to.

“Until death do us part,” you smiled, and he smiled back.

"'til death do us part."

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[sqrensq]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘

-> pairing: subtop!keigo takami x dom!gn reader

requested? yes - no

a.n: i hope t**blr burns in hell after what they did yesterday >:(

cw: nsfw ( minors dni ), manipulation, corruption k., degrading, toxic relationship, subtop!keigo, dacryphilia, dumbification, riding, ahegao

please note this has not been proofread and there may be grammatical and spelling errors.

if anyone were asked to describe you, the first word they'd say is demure, undefiled. you were winsome and innocent in all of your ways, and to others you were the 'sweetest little thing' they've ever seen. especially to keigo takami, number two hero.

you were his cute little sidekick, and your purpose was similar to that of a purse dog. you stayed by his side and he paraded you around to the other heroes. you weren't dating, no, your relationship was strictly business. and you honestly couldn't care less.

that's when you caught wind that keigo had actually caught feelings towards you. adorable, don't you think? and the opportunity seemed too perfect to pass up.

the two of you were currently at his apartment, hero work done for the day. your smile was so sweet, so innocent, no one would be able to tell the malicous thoughts swimming through your mind.

"keigo," you started, and you took notice of the way his eyes lit up with admiration and trust. you relished the thought of taking that trust and shoving it right back into his face. "i like you."

he blushed, the glimmer of hope in his eyes was adorable. he was just so cute. so, gullible. "i-i like you too, y.n," he stuttered. too simple, he was much too easy to toy with.

you giggled, "so then we're a couple now!" you said, grabbing his hand. he smiled, but before he could say anything, you smashed your lips onto his. he reciprocated, moaning into the kiss. how could he not? you tasted so sweet, so good.

eventually the two of you pulled away. "strip," you commanded, your voice soft but firm, and the same smile from earlier still on your face.

"a-aren't we moving too fast-" keigo rebutted, face red. he was too cute, fumbling over his words. but that's not the response you wanted. afterall, it was a command, not a request.

"but kei," you whined, pouting. "couples do things like this all the time, and you wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?" you whined. he frantically shook his head. of course not, the last thing he wanted to was disappoint you. "good," you cooed. "strip."

so he did, face flushed as his naked body was exposed to you. you smirked at the sight of his erection, the tip red and dripping with precum.

"look at you, already so hard from a little bit of kissing. you're such a fucking whore," you teased. keigo didn't reply, he didn't know if you wanted him to. he was gonna be good for you, he wanted to be your good little boy.

you wrapped your hand around his shaft, savouring the way keigo's face contorted into an expression of pleasure. his pants and whines were too cute, causing you to quicken your pace.

"y-y.n, fuck, yes, yes, yes!" he cried, you were making him feel so good. he bucked his hips, and you stopped. keigo looked at you through his lashes, and he looked so fucking adorable.

"did i say you could move, slut?" you spat. he frantically shook his head, upset at the thought that he had upsdt you. "exactly. if you're gonna act like a useless slut, i'll treat you like one."

before he could ask what you meant, you were already sinking down onto his shaft. he cried out in pleasure, when did you undress? he didn't spend too much time thinking about it, the feeling of your velvet, plush walls around his shaft making his mind hazy.

"f-fuck, for a useless cocksleeve, you're pretty fucking big," you moaned. keigo couldn't reply, his eyes brimmed with tears at the sheer amount of pleasure he was feeling. and you haven't even started moving yet, how pathetic.

you started to bounce on him, enjoying the slurred pleases and fasters he moaned out. you felt so good around him, he couldn't think about anything but the waves of pleasure that each bounce would cause.

"hnngh, y.n! fuck- sho good, sho good!" he moaned, fat, salty tears rolling down his face. how adorable.

"y-yeah, you like that, don't you cumslut?" you questioned. "you love when i abuse your dick like this don't you?" keigo couldn't reply, his mind was too far gone.

the tightening coil in his stomach snapped, and he cried out as he orgasmed. "y.n! fuck- hngh, shit! m'cumming! m'cumming!"

you felt yourself cumming as well. "fuck- you're such a dirty little whore," you moaned, riding him vigorously as you chased your orgasm.

the two of you rode out your highs together, and you smirked as you saw keigo panting with his tongue lolling out as his eyes rolled back. he was too cute, so you decided to keep him around for a bit longer.

[angeloncewas]

ok wait as someone who was on mcyttwt from like september to june the dttwt vs sbitwt thing wasn’t started by dttwt lmao it stretches back pretty far and the tensions got especially got worse around the december lore because of how much that divided the fandom. there were cc drama comparisons, schlatt in general caused a wider divide, generally cruel and uncalled for “digs” at ccs personal lives and shit, a lot of untagged lore stuff by sbitwt about dream being abusive and abuser to the point where a drama channel used an untagged tweet as clickbait, out of context dttwt ccs drama would reach out of fandom and blow up because of sbi tweets and the other way around, both were constantly trying to set up the others ccs to outsiders as well, little stuff like “sbi adjacent” ccs making fun of dream and his stans, and in general both always wanted to have a one up on the other and were constantly on the defensive. when a cc that was dteam adjacent like karl/fundy messed up it would be like a breath of relief bc it wasn’t “their ccs friend.” it was just awful and immature and way out of proportion and so much of it was just unacceptable lmao and this is just the stuff off the top of my head, there was a LOT. the techno thing was just the tipping over the edge because a lot of the moral superiority that both obsessed over having over the other was lost by some sbi fans after he didn’t apologize.

Oh yeah, I wasn't trying to imply that dttwt started it ! I just thought that the animosity some of SBI-blr holds toward the Feral Boys might be based in the actions of dttwt. Idk much about the issues between the subtwts themselves

(these names sound so dumb LOL)

Thank you for the info though. I remember the untagged-tweet-clickbait, that was around when Dream first brought up using /rp tags as one of his boundaries I think. It sucks that it got to this point when the ccs are all on good terms (as far as we know) and we as fans are all here for the same thing :')

[dontasktheradiodemon]

Secret Night Picnic

What's more romantic than having a midnight picnic, slow dancing together, and making love beneath the stars... on top of the concrete slab covering the grave where you buried your shitty ex “alive”?

tl;dr Alastor and Telly @usedhearts being sweet & romantic, but like, still like villains.

(last 1/3 of the thread is nsfw; I’m keeping it all together in one chat log anyway bc it’s part of the natural flow of the date night as opposed to a sudden shift in the topic.)

Sir Pentious

A dark night on the outskirts of Pentagram City usually precluded violence of some kind. Two dangerous sinners walking along usually spelt trouble. Not tonight though.

Tonight, they were going for a picnic. Telly held the basket on his arm, a blanket folded over it as well, a typical red and white picnic affair. The sight of the picnic isn't what one would generally classify as 'romantic', but it had other significance.

"Here we are," he said, when they reached another section of undisturbed concrete. It looked just like all the other concrete around, but it held a secret. That of someone buried underneath. Telly spread the blanket and settled on it, setting the basket down.

"George is here, underneath this slab." He reached to pat the exact spot.

Alastor

To Alastor’s eyes, the scene was incredibly romantic! A clear, moonlit night... a meal together out in the open rather than hidden in a grounded airship or a discreet corner booth... celebrating their love atop the grave of somebody who’d been unworthy of it...

Why, they even had a nice, level surface to have their picnic on, what could be better. “He makes for a fine table!” Alastor plopped himself down cheerily. “Tell me about this spot here! These aren’t *all* lovers who wronged you, are they?”

Sir Pentious

Telly laughed, shaking his head. "No, no, of course not. George is the only one buried here. The rest is to make sure that the only person who knows which one he's under is me-- Well, now, us."

He smiled, reaching to take Alastor's hand and give it a squeeze.

Alastor

Alastor squeezed back. “Really? Am I the only one?”

Sir Pentious

"Yes, you are. Not even any of the Eggs have ever been here. Not Hel either. You're the only one." He leaned over to kiss Alastor softly.

"Now, what did you pack for our picnic?"

Alastor

“Number 9 is going to hardboil himself with jealousy.” Alastor beamed.

“Nothing too exotic, just some picnic staples!” He rummaged through the basket. “Chicken paninis, macaroni salad, turkey sandwiches, cucumber-dill salad, broccoli slaw, salmon deviled eggs, hand pies for dessert... Oh, and these prosciutto pinwheels, don’t they look fancy! Give me a second to reheat the sandwiches, it melts the Brie and really brings out the flavor of the figs—“ This man heard “picnic” and packed enough to feed five people.

Sir Pentious

Telly blinked at the list and looked at the basket. How had he fit all that in there-- Actually that was a silly question, this was _Alastor_ after all.

"Sounds delicious, love." He chuckled. "But I don't think we two are going to be able to eat _all_ of that. We'll probably have leftovers."

Alastor

He paused, considered that, and looked over the sheer amount of food he was laying out on the blanket. Huh. “... Then we’ll be enjoying this picnic for the next few days, won’t we!”

Sir Pentious

"Yes, I think we will." He chuckled and leaned over to kiss Alastor's cheek.

"Now, what does the expert chef think his lovely taster should try first?" Telly winked.

Alastor

“The pinwheels! I’m especially proud of how they look.” He reached into the basket and pulled out... an entire tea kettle... He definitely used magic to fit everything in the basket. “I got the supplies for a watermelon lemonade before I realized we’d be out here at night when it’s cooler, and who wants lemonade at *night*—so instead I pilfered some mint tea I found in your stash, I thought it might be refreshing with some watermelon chunks in it!”

Sir Pentious

"Oh that sounds lovely. A nice warm minty melony tea." He chuckled, before reaching for one of the pinwheels. Telly took a bite and hummed in appreciation.

"Mm, delicious as always, my hart." He reached his free hand over to stroke his cheek with his knuckles.

Alastor

He automatically smiled wider at the touch. “I thought coming out here at night would mean it’s a little less hot, but here you are, trying to make me melt anyway.” He set the kettle on the concrete beside their blanket, pointed a finger at it and told it, “You figure out how to boil and I’ll check back on you in a couple of minutes,” and leaned against Telly. “So! What’s our agenda tonight?” He popped a deviled egg in his mouth. “Just dinner? Telling ghost stories in the dark? Simulating an earthquake for our underground friend?”

Sir Pentious

Telly wrapped an arm around Alastor's waist, holding him close against his side as he purred.

"I was thinking just dinning, maybe daintily feeding each other, like in the movies--" He stopped and his face scrunched a moment. "Wait, what do you mean, simulating an earthquake?"

Alastor

“You know—rattle the landscape a little, maybe accidentally crush his can down there—I was joking though, I don’t think I could actually do that without cracking all the concrete slabs out here. And Hentai doesn’t like to be called after five. Hah! Kidding—he doesn’t have a human concept of time.” He beamed up at Telly. “But I’m liking this dainty-feeding idea! I can cut up the paninis and sandwiches, they’d be perfect.”

Sir Pentious

"Oh! Oh, alright," He said, laughing. No, he doesn't look a little embarrassed or disappointed, not at all. Telly kissed his temple.

"Sounds good! Very good and romantic." He playfully nudged Alastor.

Alastor

“It sounds like something in an old Hollywood romance, doesn’t it. And decadently so. I don’t think there was anything in the Hays Code against feeding each other finger food, but it feels like there ought to have been!” He pulled over the sandwiches and started slicing them up—and glanced at Telly as he did. He was sure he’d glimpsed a hint of disappointment, hadn’t he?

“If you *want* me to shake up the area, I could,” he said. “I only said it as a joke because I figured you wouldn’t want all your slabs damaged! But if you don’t mind, I can certainly make it happen.” Look at him, so earnest. A very caring boyfriend who is very wrong about what Telly wants.

Sir Pentious

"I'm glad that I died before all that Hays Code nonsense, it sounds like a load of hogwash to me." He took another bite of the prosciutto, shrugging a bit.

At the reply, he blinked and quickly swallowed so he wouldn't choke as he laughed. "Oh, no, no darling, that's-- that's not it." He looked away and rubbed the back of his neck. "I was...thinking you meant something else."

Alastor

“Oh, it certainly was nonsense! I died just before they planned to start *really* enforcing it, luckily—at least luckily as far as my moviegoing experience is concerned. Mimzy tells me she hasn’t met an actor who’s died since ‘34 who hasn’t detested the Code.”

A blank blink. “Something else like what—an earthquake weapon? That’s *your* specialty, *mon roi.*” Give him a few seconds. “... *Oh!*”

Sir Pentious

Telly smirked at that-- seemed like Alastor finally got it. He leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Adorable."

He cleared his throat. "Anyway, I remember seeing around the Youknowwho-blr, a picture that specifically violated as many of the Hays Code policies as possible-- and it was some picture!"

Alastor

Adorable, huh. He’d take the hit to his dignity in exchange for the affection.

“Hah! What was the picture of—the 7 p.m. line at Hellbucks?” He offered a bite of heated-up panini to Telly. “Show me that picture if you see it again.”

Sir Pentious

"I'll be sure to save it if I see it again. It was something like a woman in next to nothing pointing a gun as a man laying on the ground." Telly leaned in, mouth open and very gently took the bite of panini. He chewed and smiled, picking up one to offer back to Alastor.

Alastor

Oh... hand-feeding really was romantic. For a couple of seconds all Alastor could focus on was the teeth grazing so close to his fingers. He nipped affectionately at the tips of Telly's as he accepted his own bite. "We should keep midnight picnics on our list of date nights to repeat in the future."

Sir Pentious

It was indeed quite romantic, and Telly purred at the nip. "Mm, yes, I definitely agree with that."

He chuckled, picking up another bit of sandwich to feed to Alastor. "So, if the Hays Code wasn't being enforced when you died, what sort of regulations were there?"

Alastor

Regulations? Oh, right, they'd been talking about movies. "Local ones, mainly!" He snapped up his bite and offered another to Telly. "By the end of the twenties, most states had censhorship boards to review films. That's one of the things that caused the Hays Code, see—Hollywood figured out that in a few years they'd have to be making fifty different versions of the same film to meet each state's guidelines, so they made their own guidelines first. But the state boards had more holes than Swiss cheese, plenty of good stuff made it through."

Sir Pentious

Telly leaned down to take the bite, letting his tongue flick out over Alastor's fingers as he did.

"Mm, that makes sense. But I've seen some of the things said in the Hays Code and they're just ridiculous, honestly."

Alastor

Alastor rolled his eyes. "Isn't that the truth." He flopped down to use Telly's tail as a pillow, and from there kept feeding him sandwich bites and eggs and pinwheels while they talked. "I don't think I agreed with any of their rules! Maybe 'don't show actual footage of a man dying,' I think that was one—not because I'd have *minded* the sight, but out of respect to the dead, you know. But maybe if some fellows on death row signed off permission for people to watch them die. I think I'd have done that."

Sir Pentious

"I always found the one such as 'law cannot be defeated' or 'cannot show a weapon being pointed' as the most ridiculous. The actual footage of death makes sense, though--" He took every bite that Alastor gave him, humming and chewing. He made sure to return each one, carefully lowering them into his partner-in-crime's sharp jaws.

Alastor

He peppered Telly's fingertips with nibbles, quick licks, and kisses in return for each bite. "Can't show a—I forgot about that one! How in the world did they make war movies after the Code started getting enforced? Did they point sticks at each other and yell 'bang'?" He shook his head in disbelief. "I was almost in a war movie down here—and they used live ammunition! That's the way to do it!"

Sir Pentious

"No idea! I think they just ignored that one, as they ended up doing with most, I believe. People found ways around them, as they do, and we're all better for it." He laughed, running the fingers of his free hand through Alastor's hair. He fed him another bite as he leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"A war movie? I suppose it was one for the Great War? That's the one you were in, yes?"

Alastor

He tilted his head to accept the kiss. "Yessir! This was back in the thirties, before there were posters of me everywhere and sometimes I could still have conversations. I thought I'd take a shot at the silver screen! They were looking for demons who could speak French and pass as human without much makeup."

Sir Pentious

"You know, I've always wondered about those poster-- who makes them? Who puts them up? Why are they so sloppily put together?" His face scrunched into a squint and the end of his tail started to wrap around one of Alastor's legs, somewhat protectively.

"I wonder because they are EVERYWHERE on the Pentagram. In the city, and on the outskirts, you can't walk a block without seeing one! Who is it that's _so_ very dedicated to warning people about you?'

Alastor

"I'd have *one* suspect if they didn't start popping up before he did. But he certainly encourages it. I've seen public service announcements." He tugged his feet up closer, giving Telly more room to wrap around him. "They're not there to warn people about me—they're there to ensure *I* know the people have been warned about me. What's the best way to get a pathological chatterbox to move past your café, if not to plaster the window with posters telling him he won't get a good conversation inside?" He smiled bitterly. "Of course, contrary scoundrel I am, I'd just walk right in if the sign said 'Radio Demon, go away!' So what do the signs say instead? 'Watch out!'"

Sir Pentious

"Mm, yes, he does, doesn't he?" His face scrunched again as he idly scratched Alastor's scalp, his claws gentle around the base of his ears and antlers.

"I wonder if it started out as someone genuinely trying to warn people about you because of your dangerous reputation, and then it just became a way to sort of ward you off-- or if it was always intended to ward you off? But if that was the case, then how did they _know_ that would ward you away and _not_ simply backfire like trying to bar you from places would? It's either purposefully genius tactic or accidentally."

Telly stroked his chin with his free hand, before picking up another deviled egg to feed Alastor.

Alastor

"It was probably genuine originally! Somebody thinking they were looking out for their neighbors, maybe. And I'd bet the intent to warn is still there, at least in part—how are they going to keep new arrivals from talking to me but by informing them? But the overarching motive isn't a charitable effort to protect others from me, but a selfish effort to protect *themselves* from me." A sigh.

He almost missed the egg; he'd shut his eyes to revel in the scratching on his scalp. "There's a lot more than there used to be. Most of them are photocopies if the same poster. If I ever get my hands on that artist..."

Sir Pentious

"Mm, yes, photocopies seem to be the only way to make as many as there are. Can you imagine back in our day, how many hours it would've taken to make that many by hand? I can't even fathom it." He hummed, his tail now fully coiled around Alastor's legs.

"I do wonder about that art, though-- why _are_ you wearing a circus tent?" Telly chuckled.

Alastor

"Ha! Someone would have made a woodcut or something, I'm sure. How do illustrations get printed in books—whatever it is they do."

He shifted a bit, getting cozy in the coil; then stuck a fork in the slaw and held it up to Telly's face, smiling sweetly with his entirely un-romantic offering. He was probably going to get as much slaw on his face as Telly got in his mouth, wasn't he? "My self-introduction to Hell started in a circus—that's where I crashed down. I wasn't sure if I'd get my clothes to grow with me, so I took the tent along in case. I ended up wearing it like a cape."

Sir Pentious

The bite was halfway in his mouth when Alastor's last sentence hit, and the urge to laugh punched him in the gut. The effect, of course, was that none of the slaw ended up in Telly's mouth, and _all_ of it ended up _all over_ Alastor.

Which just made Telly laugh even more.

"Oh! Oh no, love, I'm sorry-- you can't just hit me with the image of you wearing a circus tent like a cape whilst also trying to feed me! Oh, what a mess!!" He wheezed, half folding over Alastor's head in his fit.

Alastor

He looked up at Telly laughing with eyebrows raised and a patient smile, and then just as patiently wiped the slaw off his face and ate it himself. "You're forgiven." He raised his head and started picking bits off of his lapels.

Sir Pentious

"Oh, dear, here let me help." He picked up a napkin and began to gently wipe off Alastor's face, and the spots on his outfit where the slaw landed. The entire time, he continued to try his best to stop laughing.

Once Alastor was clean(ish), Telly wrapped his arms around him and kissed his cheek. "I love you, my very patient and forgiving partner-in-crime."

Alastor

He laced his hands over his stomach and kept on patiently smiling as he was cleaned. "I knew I was tempting fate, anyway." He returned the kiss. "But I'll have you know I looked good in that tent."

Sir Pentious

"You must've, considering that that's the image the poster-maker chose to immortalize." Telly picked up a fork, getting a nice forkful of the slaw, holding his hand under it to offer to Alastor, a peace offering after the botched feeding.

"I simply thought the idea of you wearing it as a cape after was very funny, but considering all you were doing, it must've been a fearsome sight."

Alastor

His smile wilted a little. "I suppose it must have." He ate the slaw. "You know, it tastes better straight from the fork."

Sir Pentious

Oh, no, that was the opposite of what he'd wanted to do. "I bet it does." He moved closer again, removing Hattie to set him aside. He wrapped his arm around Alastor's waist and laid his cheek on his shoulder.

"You regret it? The rampage? I know you told me before how much you dislike how everyone fears you now, but do you think you would've done things differently, had you known what would happen?"

Alastor

Alastor sat up to wrap his arms around Telly in return. “I would have done it completely differently,” he said. “Waited a week or two, did my research, chose my targets more carefully. I would have only hit overlords—and unpopular ones, at that. No punching down. Minimal civilian casualties, and no mentioning them on air. Less screams, more jokes. I would have framed it as something I was doing *for* Hell rather than *to* Hell.” He sighed deeply. “If only.”

Sir Pentious

Telly nodded, tilting his head to press a kiss to Alastor's jaw. "Sounds like you've thought about that a lot."

He sighed and closed his eyes, giving Alastor a squeeze. "I've thought a lot about if I would've done things differently, too. I wouldn't have relied on Leclerq's help as much. I would've made sure not to bite off more than I could chew, be more cautious. I never, _never_ would have even spoken to V--...to you know who.

"But I can't go back and change things. And who knows what differences there would be if I had? I might never have met you." He lifted his head and smiled, kissing Alastor's cheek. "And I am very, _very_ glad that I did."

Alastor

A nod. He *had* thought about it, countless times.

He listened quietly at Telly listed off his own regrets. He wasn’t surprised his alternate was at the top of the list. Alastor was sure he was at the top of Telly’s alternate’s list.

His weak smile perked up a bit. “I’m glad I made it to this place with you—I just wish to God I hadn’t burned so many bridges on my way here.”

Sir Pentious

"Yes, that is regrettable. But there's nothing to be done about it now. What's done is done, the past is the past. We're here now, though, together. And that's what matters."

He smiled wider, taking Alastor's face into his hand as he kissed his lips. "I'm still hungry, let's try that pasta salad."

Alastor

“Past is the past,” he agreed with a sigh. But his smile was looking more natural. “And the future is the future, and *my,* is it looking bright. The present isn’t too shabby either.”

He forked up a bit of the salad to present to Telly. “In all of humanity’s culinary history, I can’t think of any food more passionate or alluring than this: cold macaroni salad. This, my darling, is peak romance!”

Sir Pentious

Telly chuckled, this time before taking the bite, no more laughing food all over his boyfriend. He chewed and hummed, nodding.

"I must agree with you, darling, but only because _you_ made it, and with love, obviously." He winked.

Alastor

“Stirred it right into the dressing with the mayonnaise and mustard,” he said cheerfully. And does he realize that this, too, could be interpreted the wrong way? No. No he does not.

Sir Pentious

"Mm, yes, I can tell." He leaned in for another little kiss. He was just going to let that one slide. Not every innuendo Alastor accidentally made did he need to point out.

"Weren't we going to have tea with this too?"

Alastor

And that, right there, is true love.

His eyes flew wide open. “The *tea!*” He’d completely forgotten. He reached over to grab it up. “You! You’d better have stopped boiling by now!”

It had, but he was afraid it was going to be far too strong. He fished a cup out of the picnic basket, poured a tiny bit out, and grimaced. “*Oh,* goodness. At least we have the watermelon to water it down.”

Sir Pentious

"It'll be fine, darling, you know I like my tea strong." He smiled and nudged him gently.

"But the watermelon, yes! I want some of that. Did it come from the living world?"

Alastor

“Is there an upper limit to that?” He passed over the cup.

“It came from the bougie part of town, who knows where it was before that! I didn’t check whether it was imported or local.” It would have been fitting if he’d pulled an entire watermelon out of the basket, given everything else he’d crammed in; but no, just a Tupperware stuffed with ice cube-sized chunks, marinading in their own juice.

Sir Pentious

Telly took a sip and flicked his tongue a bit. "Hmm, it _is_ a bit oversteeped, but not badly enough to warrant making a new pot! The watermelon will surely salvage it."

He grinned and leaned in to flick his tongue at the watermelon-- though, of course, he couldn't smell it with the lid on.

Alastor

Alastor popped the lid off. Behold: the watermelon. Smells like watermelon.  “Serve yourself however much you want.”

Sir Pentious

Telly plucked a cube from the tupperware....and just ate it. He made an appreciative noise before grabbing another to put in his cup. And a third that also went into the cup.

"Mm, it tastes very good." He took a sip of the tea and his purr started up. "And it goes wonderfully with the tea, definitely saves it."

Alastor

“Good! Glad to hear it.” He poured himself another cup, tossed in a couple cubes, and winced. “You know, I’m actually not fond of the flavor of watermelon, either?” A sardonic smile. “But the tastes compliment each other, I can admit that.”

Sir Pentious

Telly giggled, and then took another sip.

"Look at you, grin and bearing your way through tea and watermelon just for me." He leaned over to kiss his cheek.

Alastor

“I *did* think you might enjoy it!” He turned to meet Telly’s kiss. “... Although I think it tastes better in your mouth than in mine.”

Sir Pentious

"Oh, do you?" Telly took another sip, a devious glint in his eyes. He set aside his cup and took Alastor's face in his hand, leaning in to kiss him, tongue flicking against his teeth to be let in.

Alastor

Telly barely needed to ask, this was exactly what Alastor was hoping for. He leaned into the kiss.

Sir Pentious

He smiled briefly into the kiss, and then gently pushed Alastor's shoulder back, guiding him down. It was time for making out, the snake had decided.

Alastor

The movement passed unanimously. He'd been waiting to get to this part since they'd started teasing each other's fingertips. Something new to get his teeth on.

Aaand cue the sappy background music, courtesy of your local Radio Demon.

Sir Pentious

He probably should've been expecting the music, but he didn't. Telly laughed softly against Alastor's lips, kissing him deeper as it played. He unbuttoned Alastor's collar to kiss down onto his neck, scraping his teeth there.

Alastor

Alastor blinked in surprise. Really, unbuttoning his shirt? He hadn't expected that. But then who was around to see? They were probably less likely to be caught here than they were on the airship—no Eggs to barge in.

He tilted his head back to give Telly more room, gazing up at the stars. "... Do you know what I think would be lovely?"

Sir Pentious

"Mm, what's that, darling?" He asked, pressing soft kisses to his neck. He gave a teasing nip and then pulled back to smile at him.

Alastor

Alastor gave Telly a mischievous smirk, then bounded to his feet and pulled Telly up with him—with a little magical assistance. The moon and stars still gave off their usual reddish glow, but the ground seemed illuminated by a sourceless neon light. Surprise! Time to dance!

"*Midnight with the stars and you...*" He twirled Telly across the suddenly supernaturally slick concrete slab, then dipped him dramatically. "*... Midnight and a rendezvous.*" Smooch.

Sir Pentious

It all happened so quickly-- one moment, he was laying on top of Alastor, and the next they were both up and twirling. His hood flared from surprise, but he laughed, moving in time. It was so much easier to dance when there was no friction.

He hummed along to the song as they danced, Telly stealing kisses at every opportunity. What a feeling-- giddy and light and floating, twirling around like he always wanted to at a ball. It was so effortless!

When the song ended, he smiled wide, his hood flared fully with his excitement. "Oh, another one! More, I want to dance more!"

Alastor

That's the power of Radio Demon magic, baby. And oh, ever since the Mardi Gras ball, he's been dying to dance with Telly properly. To help him glide gracefully across the ground, aided by invisible shadows and strange physics just enough to let Telly move freely in spite of his long tail.

Telly wasn't the first snake Alastor had helped dance like this—but try not to think about that. That ballroom had been a long time ago, and here with a picnic under the stars... Completely different.

All the same, he couldn't help but to say, "Why, I'd be happy to! I haven't happened to mention that I'm an expert at helping snakes dance, have I?" He hooked a finger in Telly's bow tie to pull him closer, then oh-so-casually untied it and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. If Telly could undo Alastor a little bit, then Alastor could return the favor. "Granted, I haven't gotten in a lot of practice, but I bet I could show you a trick or two." Snippets from a half dozen songs played as he tried to select the best tune for their next dance.

Sir Pentious

Alastor wasn't the only one remembering the Madri Gras ball. Telly's mind also wandered back to that night, and how they'd held each other and just swayed. That had been splendid, but this....this was perfect. Twirling with him under the moonlight, on the grave of his ex-lover. How much more romantic could it get?

Apparently, at least fractionally, as his breath hitched when Alastor tugged him close by the bowtie. Oh, oh, that was hot. His hood stayed flared, and he purred.

"You may have mentioned that before, if I recall." He chuckled, letting his hands rest on Alastor's waist. "I do have a song request, Mr. Radio Demon, if you don't mind." He winked.

Alastor

"Oh do you! You know, this station doesn't play just anybody's requests—but yours, we're always happy to put on air." Maybe... another couple of buttons. Get that deep-cleavage Fabio look going on. "By all means. What'll it be?"

Sir Pentious

"I was thinking 'I Could Have Danced All Night'." He smirked and flicked his tongue at Alastor. Was he going to completely undress him? Well, Telly didn't mind, not at all.

Alastor

Not quite—although Mr. Hays might have something to say about Telly's wardrobe. "With pleasure! And how fitting. *I could have daaanced all night, and still have begged for more...*"

He pulled Telly close as they started to dance again; but a few measures later, when he pulled out from Telly at arm's length to attempt to twirl him (and probably trip them both), his eyes were instead caught by an unexpected light: lines peeking out from the unbuttoned shirt on Telly's chest, glowing white under the sourceless black light. "Oh, hello! What's this?"

Sir Pentious

Telly laughed as they started to dance again, and sang along in bursts when he thought to. He was entranced enough that when Alastor stopped, he blinked and had to take a moment to refocus.

"What's what?" He asked, brow furrowing. He tried to look down and see what Alastor had spotted but couldn't quiet do it.

Alastor

Alastor unbuttoned Telly's jacket and slid it and his shirt over his shoulders, not enough to completely strip him but enough to see more of the lines. Sigils? "I hope these are supposed to be there?" (Don't mind him while his mind frantically runs through all the heavy-hitters he knows that use magic symbols on people's skin to target or control them.)

Sir Pentious

It was when Alastor pushed his clothes apart that Telly was finally able to get a good look. He gasped and his hood flared-- though he was smiling, very widely in fact.

"OH! OH! MY TATTOOS! I THOUGHT I'D LOST THEM!! LOOK AT THAT!!"

Alastor

"Your *tattoos*? When did *that* happen!" He wasn't going to completely undress Telly right out in the open to try to get a better look, but he stepped back to see them more fully.

Sir Pentious

If Alastor wasn't going to undress him, then Telly would. He just tossed off his coat and shirt, revealing the tattoos in full.

A pair of snakes wound their ways up either arm, ending with open fanged mouths on his pecks– now on either side of his chest eye. And then another pair wound up from his hips, around his back and up to his chest again, framing the eye from the bottom. And the final one, an ouroboros around his neck, biting it’s tail like it was a necklace.

"They happened back when I was alive! I thought I'd lost them when I died!"

Alastor

Oh, well, if *Telly* was going to finish undressing *himself,* Alastor wasn't about to protest at all. Especially if it meant he got to see that Telly was covered in art. Secret hidden art! Art that only Alastor's magic could reveal!

He circled Telly slowly, one hand trailing along one of the snakes wrapped around his back, tracing its path. "Look at *that.*" His voice was hushed. "Beautiful."

Sir Pentious

Telly shivered at the touch, his tongue flicking out, and he smiled. He glanced down at the slab they were on and his smile turned to a devilish smirk.

"You know, George _hated_ my tattoos. I got the this one first–” He touched his neck. “And he despised it. Said it looked ridiculous. He even tried to stop me from getting more, but I did it anyway. Got the ones on my arms next, and then the ones around my torso were the last.”

Alastor

"George has no taste!" Alastor tapped a foot loudly on the slab—you hear him? He bent forward to kiss the ouroboros's face. "What kind of a buffoon gets the greatest mind in England in his bed, and then is only interested in his body instead of his mind—and then on top of that, doesn't even fully appreciate his body?" He kissed each of the other snake faces in turn. "... What were they surrounding before you had an eye there?"

Sir Pentious

“Oh, nothing. I had plans for another, but well, it fell through after I ran to Dover. No tattooists in Dover in 1870.” He chuckled and shrugged.

"But I agree, he has no taste, because _I_ think they look quite dashing, don't you?" Telly stood up taller, his hood folded and sleek. He turned his head to the side and posed with his hand folded under his chin.

Alastor

"Incredibly dashing! Dashing and a bit dastardly! You look like you ought to be sword fighting Douglas Fairbanks on a pirate ship." Maybe with a tricorn hat on to complete the look. Any other clothes optional. "What was the last tattoo going to be?"

Sir Pentious

He chuckled, looking down at his chest again, a small purr starting to rumble inside.

"Would you believe an eye?" Telly smirked, looking back over at Alastor. "I thought it would look neat! And I was right."

Alastor

Alastor laughed. "You know, I find things tend to work out like that down here!" He slid his arms around Telly's waist, tugging him close again.

Sir Pentious

The purr kicked up a notch as he smiled down at Alastor. He leaned in for a kiss, his hands resting on his shoulders.

"Hm, I think we were dancing before we got distracted, weren't we?"

Alastor

"I think we were! We'll finish 'I Could Have Danced All Night' properly in a bit, but..." This time, he pulled Telly into a waltz.

Sir Pentious

Oh, yes! A waltz! He knows this one. Telly smiled wider as they danced. It was so much easier to move with whatever magic Alastor had done, he loved it. "Hah! This is very fun...I'd forgotten just how much!"

Alastor

Alastor had thought he might know this one. "Somebody ought to have helped you do this a century ago. You shouldn't have had to wait for me to get to dance again." And around they went, circling their picnic blanket. "So what dances *do* you know?"

Sir Pentious

Twirl, twirl, spin, around they went. This actually seemed easier now, without legs to fumble over. That made him chuckle.

"This, the waltz….and the two-step….that’s about all. I've wanted to learn more, though, I just never had a partner.”

Alastor

"Oh, we're going to have fun! What do you *want* to learn?" Another turn... and then Alastor abruptly switched their hand positions, think fast Telly, you're leading now.

Sir Pentious

Oh, oh shit, he’s leading– well, at least he no longer had feet to step on Alastor’s! He stumbled through the first motions before getting a handle on things, remembering how the lead was supposed to move.

“I suppose anything with complicated footwork is out, but perhaps tango? That seems do-able. Or swing?”

Alastor

He stumbled as well on one of the first turns, he'd forgotten that the follow had to make bigger turns. "Ooh, tango! I doubt we'll ever get you tap dancing, but for most dances with fancy footwork I'm sure we can come up with a modification that lets you keep up." He paused thoughtfully. "I take back what I said about tap dancing. Now I want to strap castanets to your tail and see what we can come up with."

Sir Pentious

“Oh, well, won’t that be a sight. I was thinking more a single shoe just on the tip of my tail.” He winked and chuckled, pressing a bit closer.

"Just imagine, you doing a routine and me, adding in a single 'tap-tap' here or there with my tail." He snorted and giggled.

Alastor

"HA! If you can pull it off, I want to see!" He laughed. "Have you ever seen *Young Frankenstein*"—the music abruptly shifted to "Puttin' On the Ritz"—"that bit where Frankenstein is doing an elaborate tap-dance routine on stage, and every once in a while he points at the monster and he stomps a couple of times—except you can just... slap your tail on the stage."

Sir Pentious

"Oh! Yes, I have seen that-- HAHA! That part is very good. Yes, exactly like that." He'd snort and giggle a few more times, almost messing up the steps-- he'd forgotten he was leading, whoops.

“I’d need a very, very good teacher to do it, though-- that level of skill necessary to slap my tail onto a stage is something that can only be taught by a master!"

Alastor

The fact that he was trying to waltz to "Puttin' on the Ritz" probably didn't help. It was like trying to draw a triangle whose corners matched up perfectly with a trapezoid's. "A *master*, now! Oh, *well!* I can't help you there." He shrugged. "I'm only a so-so tap dancer. But! If you don't mind being a so-so tap dancer too, it would be my honor to teach you!" He put on his most winning smile. Mediocrity has never looked so appealing.

Sir Pentious

“I’d only be tapping with one shoe, I think so-so will cut it!” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss him-- and again, almost falling over.

"Darling, I think we need a change of song, Puttin' on the Ritz is nice, but it's messing with my rhythm."

Alastor

"You're right, you're right! I'm sorry." He switched back to the original waltz. "Don't you worry—we'll get anyone who sees you saying, 'Hey, that snake's not half bad!' No one will be able to say you've got two left feet!" Oh, he was on a roll. "But maybe the tango first."

Sir Pentious

“Yes I think I’d like the tango first before we delve into the comical!” When the song switched back, he started moving more fluidly again, humming along to the tune. The hand at Alastor's waist moved in, starting to slyly undo the buttons on his coat.

Alastor

He prepared to move his hands when Telly's slipped off his waist, were they switching leads again—? Oh, no. Telly was pulling a different sly little trick. All right, that was fair; compared to Telly, Alastor was a little overdressed. He kept on dancing as if he was completely oblivious to the fingers tugging at his buttons. (A couple trapped shreds of coleslaw fell out of his coat. Farewell.) "Of course! No need for us to do everything at once! We're going to have plenty of time to figure all this out, aren't we?"

Sir Pentious

“Yes, plenty. As much time as we want.” He smiled and leaned in to flick his tongue against Alastor's cheek-- and as a distraction from the hand now sliding inside of Alastor's coat to undo his shirt buttons.

Alastor

Alastor tilted his head in closer to catch the tickling touch to his cheek while obligingly keeping his body far enough out to give Telly's hand room to manipulate the buttons. "For the record, I don't think I have any hidden tattoos under my clothing. If I *do*, they're a surprise to *me*! But it doesn't hurt to check, does it?"

Sir Pentious

"No, doesn't hurt to check," He said, purring. Their waltz had devolved into a slow, lazy twirl as Telly's hand got the buttons unbuttoned, and the shirts untucked. It then slid underneath to scratch and grip at Alastor's side.

"Mm, think I want that earthquake now." He turned his head to capture Alastor's lips.

Alastor

"O-*ho*!" Alastor stopped dancing completely as they kissed, only swaying slightly on his feet to the rhythm of the music. "Really! Out here under the open sky, completely exposed? You never know who might pass by with a seismometer! How *exciting.*"

Sir Pentious

"Scandalous, isn't it? I do love a bit of scandal." He grinned, his kissing trailing down Alastor's neck as he had earlier.

"Touch me," He whispered against his skin, getting his other hand under Alastor's shirt too. Both hands now gripped his waist, digging the tips of his claws in enough to prick the skin.

Alastor

"Oh, it would be a wonderful scandal! We'd be the most exciting thing to hit the tabloids in years," Alastor murmured. "What are they publishing these days? 'Guess which power couple can't decide whether or not they're still together for the hundredth issue in a row.' 'Top five Goetias our readers think might have an angel kink.' Yawn."

He obeyed the command immediately, hands trailing from Telly's shoulders down his back and along his sides, slowing to linger at his gills, rubbing in small circles as he spoke. "I like ours much better. 'The Radio Demon and Sir Pentious caught rocking each other's worlds! Earth-shaking affair between orchestrator of worst solo act of carnage in Hell's history and throne-seeking supervillain extraordinaire! Magnitude 9 quakes registered in their wake as they leave Pentagram City devastated. Hell on edge as the aftershocks are felt in the furthest rings.'"

Sir Pentious

The attention to his gills had him gasping soft noises against Alastor's throat. He pressed the tips of his fangs there, letting his breath fan against Alastor's skin.

His claws dug a little deeper, and he groaned softly. "Mm, can't wait until we can reveal ourselves. Once I have enough territory and influence that blockhead or any of the other overlords can't find a way to slap me back down, they're going to be in for a reckoning."

A whimper left him, his teeth scraping against Alastor's neck, as he felt his sheath begin to part; it looked like the dicks were arriving on cue.

Alastor

"I can't wait, either." He nuzzled his nose against Telly's face, head tipped down so that Telly's hood hid his mouth as he murmured, "Someday, all of Hell is going to find out we're together—and their reaction is going to be terror. They'll know that with our forces combined, all of Hell will be *helpless* before us."

One hand crept around to the small of Telly's back, claws prickling lightly across his skin. It pulled Telly closer, pressing their hips together. "Part of me even wants them to see this. I want them to know I'm utterly obsessed with you—every inch of you, in every way."

Sir Pentious

His breath caught and sped at Alastor's words, the pricking of his claws sending shivers down his spine. His own claws slid around to Alastor's back, and dug in there.

"I want them to know that we would do anything for one another-- that anyone who tried to get to one of us through the other, it would be a futile effort, as either of us could destroy them utterly. I want them all to know that you're mine and I'm yours, and that soon, Hell will be oursssss...."

Telly's mouth opened wide and he bit deep into Alastor's neck, groaning against him.

Alastor

His breath hitched at the bite and he shut his eyes as the pain/pleasure washed over him. "I wish I could show off your bites."

He rocked back on his heels, reveling in how it made the claws in his back dig in a little harder, just long enough to undo his pants. He slid them down to mid-thigh, giving Telly somewhere more comfortable to press his dicks than against Alastor's belt. "You're the virtuoso of invention and I'm the maestro of magic. Between the two of us, we have every other sinner beat on every front. We'll be unstoppable."

Sir Pentious

"I wish you could too. I want everyone to know that you're _mine_." He growled the last word, tongue flicking to lick at the wound. Telly kissed down, moving his hand briefly to push Alastor's coat and shirt aside. The undershirt was still there, but he didn't mind biting right through _that_-- and so he did.

He ground his hips forward, rubbing them against Alastor with a whine. "I wonder....can you stay standing while I _fuck_ your thighs, my hart?"

Alastor

*Mine.* He loved the sound of that. He let go just long enough to shrug off his shirt and coat, then pulled Telly close again.

Could he? That was a good question. From the waist down, Sir Pentious was essentially a sausage the size of two people made of pure muscle, and they didn’t have any walls to brace against. “We can give it a shot. I might need your help to brace me.”

Sir Pentious

"We'll give it the old college try, and if not, well..." He glanced over at the blanket, still spread with food and the basket. "We _do_ have a blanket. But let's try."

Telly grinned, and reached down to press his dicks together. He positioned them right between Alastor's thighs, and purred. "Alright, here goes nothing."

Arms wrapped around Alastor, he started to thrust, slowly, his tail sliding around to coil around the bottoms of Alastor's legs to help keep him steady.

Alastor

“Making love on a picnic blanket *is* a classic. We’ll call that Plan B.” He stood as straight as he could to let Telly get in position, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and held on.

Alastor was definitely going to be feeling this in his thighs and abs tomorrow—the tail at least kept his feet from sliding back, but it was an effort not to buckle backwards at the waist with each thrust. And Telly hadn’t really gotten going yet. It wasn’t long before Alastor had to take Telly’s hands and place them on his own ass to hold him in place. Usually he wasn’t fond of being held there too long, but it would do a better job of saving Alastor from having to tense up for every thrust than anything else.

Sir Pentious

Oh, and that was something new-- he'd never been allowed to touch the ass before, let alone hold on. His claws flexed and dug in as he groaned, his hips rocking faster.

"Alastor," he whined, breathlessly against his shoulder, leaving a kiss there before biting through the undershirt once more. Telly panted softly, his tongue flicking out repeatedly to taste and smell his blood.

Alastor

He automatically played an alarmed bicycle horn sound effect when Telly squeezed his ass. Sorry.

Now that he didn’t have to focus on keeping himself upright, he could focus on the actual physical experience... which was unfortunate, as it turned out, because he quickly discovered he wasn’t enjoying the physical experience at all. The height difference made it inevitable that some of Telly’s thrusts bucked close enough to Alastor’s groin to send uncomfortable bolts of stimulation through his system; with his pants down and his coat off, his boxer-clad butt was exposed to all of Hell; and there was nothing he could do to contribute or to entertain himself but hold tight and try to focus on the sounds Telly was making. He couldn’t even catch Telly’s mouth for a proper kiss. Subtly shapeshifting away the bulge in his boxers helped with reducing the odd accidental rubs, but it didn’t fix the whole experience.

Okay. He was striking out this position. It had even snapped him out of his lovey-dovey mood. He’d let Telly enjoy it a bit longer, but then he was calling that they switch leads again.

In the meantime, he’d try to coax a little more something for himself out of Telly. “Tell me what you’re feeling,” he murmured, a warm buzzy distortion underlining his words. “I want to hear what this is doing to you.”

Sir Pentious

The horn caused him to startle, hood flaring out as his head snapped up, a louder than average hiss escaping him. Telly blinked and then whined softly, flattening his hood to tuck his face back against Alastor's neck.

And then he felt something oddly _shift_ down below and, while that didn't cause a flare, he did pull his head back again, blinking.

"What--what was that?" He murmured, his hips stilling. He huffed for breath a bit, pulling back enough to be able to see Alastor's face. The words, though, the words made him pause.

"Feeling a bit odd, honestly." He shifted his hands up from Alastor's ass back to his back instead, and pulled his dicks from between his legs, letting them rest between the two of them instead. "Are you....alright?"

Alastor

Ah. He'd killed the mood. Damn. Telly had been enjoying himself so much a moment ago. Alastor had a whole strategy—he'd get to hear in detail all the things Telly was enjoying, and that would give him enough to enjoy himself a bit, and in a couple minutes he could pull out his best stolen-from-a-romantic-movie sultry voice and go *why don't you let me try something a little different* and then they could switch to a more comfortable position...

Well, so much for that. He'd spoiled it. He offered Telly an apologetic smile. "It's not doing it for me. I was going to give you a minute or two and then ask to switch it up."

Sir Pentious

"Alastor..." He lowered himself, cupping Alastor's cheek, his thumb stroking over it. "If you're not enjoying something then I want you to tell me, all right? Right away. I don't want to continue doing something that we don't both like. So next time, just stop me and tell me, and then we can just switch to something else, okay?" He leaned in and kissed him softly.

"I love you, and I want when we're together to always be good for both of us, not just _me_." He straightened and tugged Alastor's pants back up, just enough to be able to allow him to move more easily. He put his hand on Alastor's waist and then took up the classic dancing pose again.

"L is for the way you look at me..." He began to sing softly, swaying a little.

Alastor

Not only had the mood been killed, it was getting field dressed before their very eyes. Damn everything. He leaned into the swaying and pulled up backing music for Telly’s singing, but he was going to sulk about it.

... He’d say something in a minute. He didn’t want to interrupt the singing.

Sir Pentious

He could tell Alastor was still upset-- there was actually quite a marked difference, and that mark was the fact he didn't sing along.

So, Telly pulled back just enough to tilt Alastor's chin up with a finger, getting him to look into Telly's eyes as he sang the next lines.

"O is for the only one I see. V is very, very extraordinary. E is even more than anyone that they adore. Love is all that I can give to you. Love is more than just a game for two. Two in love can make it, take my heart but please don't break it. Love was made for me and you."

Alastor

It actually wasn’t that deep, he just wanted to listen to his partner-in-crime singing a love song to him.

All the same, despite himself, the direct eye contact did buoy his mood a little. When Telly finished singing, Alastor pecked his lips and said, “I *was* going to switch to something else. After giving you a minute or two. I don’t want to slam on the breaks the *very second* I’m not utterly euphoric, especially if letting things run a few more seconds will let us segue more smoothly.”

Sir Pentious

Telly thought about it for a moment, and then nodded.

"I understand, but I know that I'd enjoy anything we do tenfold if I know that you're enjoying it, too." He leaned in to kiss him softly.

"Alright, standing didn't work, what were you _going_ to suggest we segue to?"

Alastor

Kiss. “I know.” That was the ideal, wasn’t it; but sometimes Alastor was just okay, and he was okay with that.

“I was going to suggest you lie down on that blanket and I sit on top, see how that goes.” He’d been planning to put it much more alluringly, but that wasn’t really the mood at the moment, was it? The picnic spread picked itself up and neatly floated back into the basket and the blanket flapped once to kick off any crumbs.

Sir Pentious

"Oh, that sounds interesting. And fun," Telly said, smiling wider. He twirled his way back over to the blanket, not letting Alastor go for a moment. At least until reaching said blanket.

He chuckled and laid down, purring as he stared up at Alastor. "I'm ready for you, my hart."

Alastor

“I thought you might think so!” He could salvage this yet.

He shimmied out of his pants, sat straddling Telly’s tail, bent forward to give him a quick kiss, then straightened up to figure out how this would work. “Let’s see here...” He’d straddled Telly’s tail plenty of times, but that was typically kneeling. To get his thighs around Telly’s dicks, he had to pull his knees together and splay his calves out to either side. It was, he thought, like trying to ride home in an automobile from the grocery store with several stuffed bags of groceries in the footwell between his feet and a couple of soda bottles being carefully held upright between his thighs.

So a little goofy, from his perspective; but not downright unpleasant. “How’s this?”

Sir Pentious

A purr rumbled through him as he watched Alastor get into position-- from down there, it also looked a little goofy, but it looked a whole lot more incredibly hot. Alastor, on top of him, riding him-- that was a sight he'd never thought he'd see.

"It's good, though, how's your balance? You're not going to fall off?" He smirked a little, then gave his tail an experimental roll, to see how well Alastor handled it.

Alastor

He had to roll his hips along with Telly to keep his balance, his thighs shifting around Telly's dicks in the process. "Have you ever tried riding a mechanical bull?" Probably not, unless they'd let him ride side-saddle. "Like the first few seconds while the thing's still warming up." He rubbed the tip of one of Telly's dicks, "So, all good, as long as I don't forget myself and try to use these as a handhold!" He's joking probably.

Sir Pentious

Telly purred louder, and rolled his tail again, grinning up at Alastor. "It's all about the rhythm, then. As long as we're in sync, we'll be fine. Just like dancing."

He was proud of that analogy, and the smug smile on his face showed it. He started moving again, shifting like a wave coming from the tip of his tail to his hips. A soft groan left him as he felt Alastor's thighs rubbing his cocks. "Mm, that's nice...."

Alastor

Just like dancing! Alastor's grin widened. "Well, look at that! We already found a new dance that doesn't involve any fancy footwork."

He always loved watching and feeling how the length of Telly's tail rolled when he thrusted; riding atop it was yet another fascinating way to experience it. He had to join in the movement himself to keep stable, feeling it in his spine and hips.

Sir Pentious

"The dance of the beast with two backs." Telly snickered as he started to roll a little faster, trying his best to keep the motions even and smooth. His breathing picked up as his speed did, the feeling of his dicks sliding between Alastor's thighs sending sparks all through him.

"This....this is a good position, I think I like this one a lot," He muttered, his hands reaching to grab the outside of Alastor's thighs, letting the tips of his claws dig in.

Alastor

"HAH! I think this dance is a winner!" He was definitely going to be building up some rarely-used muscles until he got used to it, but so far it was the most comfortable position they'd tried that let Telly get between Alastor's thighs.

He placed his hands over Telly's, claws grazing the backs of his hands. "And it lets me see you, too." In the future they could do more with that—explore Telly's torso, maybe make out while they did this—but for now, Alastor was content just to see how Telly looked under the starlight.

Sir Pentious

With Alastor's hands over his, it felt so very intimate-- somehow even more than the fact his dicks were currently squeezed between Alastor's thighs. His breath caught a bit, and his body rolled faster. He stared up at Alastor, eyes half lidded, smiling softly.

"I _do_ like seeing you....feeling you...I love you, Alastor." He groaned softly.

Alastor

Alastor's smile was just downright goofy now. An utterly dorky grin. This wasn't the face of a man rubbing off two dicks, it was the face of a man who'd just had a baby fawn dumped in his lap at the petting zoo. "For Hell's greatest supervillain, you can be a real sweetheart sometimes, do you know that?" He laced his fingers with Telly's and squeezed his thighs a little tighter as they picked up the pace.

Sir Pentious

Telly smiled back at him, not as goofily, but very earnest. His speed picked up again, and he moaned.

"I'm only a sweetheart to those that I love. To the rest, I am as dastardly as they come." He gave his best dastardly expression-- a pretty good one, honestly, it looked like he practiced that-- before it devolved back into a wide smile. He squeezed Alastor's hands in his and groaned.

"Lord, this feels good...."

Alastor

Oh, he *loved* that face. Evidence of practice and all. As much as Alastor’s day-to-day persona was a performance, Sir Pentious was just as much of a showman when it came to his villainous work—and it *showed,* and Alastor *adored* him for it.

“I want you to focus on that,” Alastor said, suddenly intense, leaning forward. “Focus on how good it feels, and know that it’s *for you* and it’s *intentional.* Your pleasure isn’t the byproduct of somebody else getting off. I wouldn’t be doing this for myself, and I wouldn’t do it for anyone else—just you.” He lifted one of Telly’s hands to kiss it. “Somewhere underneath us is a selfish bastard who looked at everything you are, everything you have to offer, everything you’ve made of your life and your work and your body, and couldn’t see anything but a pre-heated masturbation aid—*and he’s down there,* and you’re up here with somebody whose only motive for touching you is to make you as happy as you can be. And that’s how it’s going to be from now on.”

(Has he been lowkey writing this speech in the back of his head since he unbuckled his belt? Maybe. But it was all true.)

Sir Pentious

The words made Telly's eyes begin to swim, his throat closing fractionally as the emotion washed over him. Alastor did this for him. Only for him. Hearing that straight from his mouth seemed to intensify everything, and his pace kicked up again-- if Alastor thought he was riding a mechanical bull before, that had nothing on what Telly's body was doing now.

He threw his head back and moaned, hands clutching Alastor's tight. He panted hard, tongue flicking out and staying there. "Talk to me, Alastor! More, I'm close!"

Alastor

He had to tense up to keep his balance as Telly’s movements intensified, which by lucky chance also meant tightening his squeeze around Telly’s dicks. That went over as well as Alastor had hoped.

“More! Is this what it’s like to be called back on stage for an encore?” He kissed Telly’s hand again. “I’ve dreamed all my life of hearing hundreds of strangers cheering and applauding me—but I can’t imagine it would sound half as wonderful as *you* begging for more of me. I’d sing you every song I know and talk non-stop from now til Judgment Day—and all I want is to hear you in return. I want all those sounds you make when you feel so good you can’t help yourself.”

Sir Pentious

Telly almost bit his lip, almost muffled himself-- but Alastor's words forced his jaw back open, letting the groans and gasps echo. His panting sped ever faster, as did his undulating-- and then his back arched high, his voice soaring with Alastor's name as he came.

Slowly, his body relaxed from the rigid pose, sinking down onto the blanket, a soft and reedy whine leaving him.

"Oh, Alastor..." He muttered, staring up at him with half-lidded eyes.

Alastor

He held his breath as Telly came; and then when the sound of his own name finally faded from his ears, he let out a long, shuddering sigh. “Ohh, if that’s not the most beautiful sound in the world.”

He wiped up some cum that splattered on his thigh and licked it off his thumb. “So, what do you think—do I have a future as a romance novelist?” He winked.

Sir Pentious

"If you intend on catering only to snakes of great genius and ego, then yes, I think so." Telly took a deep breath and gently pulled Alastor's thighs apart, to allow his dicks to slide back into his sheath.

His brow arched when Alastor tasted his cum. "How's that taste?" He asked, a small smirk forming on his lips.

Alastor

“That happens to be my target audience!”

He relaxed his legs and leaned forward to lie on top of Telly, his tail contentedly swishing back and forth. “About how I expected. Why, want to find out?” He stuck out the tip of his tongue invitingly.

Sir Pentious

Telly chuckled, a finger curling a piece of Alastor's hair. "Teassse," He hissed softly, before leaning in to kiss him. His tongue flicked into Alastor's mouth, and he made a soft noise.

Alastor

He scooted farther forward, pressing into the kiss. (There probably wasn’t much flavor left, but if any was, it did, in fact, taste about how one would expect.)

Sir Pentious

A tinge of taste, and that's all he really needed. But his real prize is swishing behind Alastor-- a little touch to his tail, that's all. Telly just wanted to feel it.

Alastor

His tail twitched in surprise—oh, it was just Telly. After pausing in his kissing for just half a second to consider, Alastor flagged his tail up high, tip curling toward his spine. Go ahead, touch away.

Sir Pentious

Good, he's glad he's allowed-- it looked soft. His fingers played through the fur, making sure to stay gentle. He was right, it _was_ soft.

"Your tail is very cute," he murmured against Alastor's lips.

Alastor

“*Your* tail is cute,” Alastor retorted automatically; then, after a couple more seconds of kissing, as if he hadn’t said anything, asked, “Is it?”

Sir Pentious

"I think it is. I like to see it swishing. Does that mean you're happy?" A purr rumbled through him.

Alastor

“Relaxed, usually. Either that or there’s a song stuck in my head. I’ve got a built in metronome!”

Sir Pentious

"Good, I'm glad I can make you relaxed. Or get a song to stick in your head." He chuckled and kissed Alastor again. His began to pet Alastor's tail, from base to tip, slow, languid strokes.

Alastor

He flinched slightly when Telly brushed the very base of his tail—he was extra sensitive there, in an unpleasant way that made him want to clench up. “Not quite all the way to the base, please.”

Sir Pentious

Telly's hand froze the moment Alastor flinched, and he nodded, resuming his petting with shorter strokes. He purred more, his other hand reaching to massage the base of one of Alastor's ears-- he knew he liked that, at least.

Alastor

Alastor immediately relaxed again. And that was why Telly got tail-touching privileges: because he stopped the instant Alastor was uncomfortable.

Alastor kissed Telly's cheek. "Well—they're going to be feeling that earthquake for miles around, don't you think?"

Sir Pentious

Telly chuckled, returning the cheek kiss with one of his own.

"Yes, I do! Bet George felt it, too. Half tempted to move the slab and dig him up to ask." He snickered.

Alastor

“Show him what he’s been missing out on!” Alastor laughed, propping himself up on an elbow. “Oh, he probably wouldn’t appreciate it. If he can’t even appreciate *this*...” He traced one of the glowing tattoos crossing Telly’s chest.

Sir Pentious

A purr rumbled through Telly at the touch, his tongue flicking. "That's very true, my hart. He didn't appreciate me at all, but you do."

And he leaned in to kiss Alastor yet again, giving his lip a little nip.

Alastor

Alastor returned the nip, humming into it as he started up his background music again—this time he’d finish playing “I Could Have Danced All Night” properly.

Sir Pentious

Telly hummed along with the song as he continued to pet Alastor's tail. What a lovely night this turned out to be.

Alastor

It certainly did. He dropped his head onto Telly's shoulder and quietly sang along with the rest of the song. "*I could have spread my wings and done a thousand things I've never done before...*"

Sir Pentious

Now it was Telly's turn to be quiet and listen to Alastor sing. He did keep humming, though, the sound thrumming through his chest.

Alastor

Alastor can feel Telly’s humming in his ribs. It’s the most relaxing sound he can imagine. For a moment or two after the song’s over, he just relaxes and listens to it.

“As lovely as it would be to sleep out here, under the stars... I suppose we’d better head back, hadn’t we?” He smirked. “Unless you really would like to dance all night?”

Sir Pentious

Telly chuckled, his arms wrapping around Alastor to keep him in place as he slowly sat up. He kissed the tip of his nose and flicked his tongue against his lips.

"I wouldn't mind more dancing, but I think that's best done back on the airship. It's getting late and I don't think I want to sleep on concrete."

Alastor

He straightened up with Telly, still seated in his lap. “Oh, right, you’re on the concrete! I’ve got such a lovely pillow, I almost forgot.” And just as importantly, they shouldn’t risk getting caught by anyone in their sleep. “Let’s go put up our leftovers and then I’ll dance with you as long as you want.”

Sir Pentious

"Sounds like a lovely idea." Telly leaned in to kiss him again, purring all the while.

Alastor

One more kiss for the road, then.

In a few minutes, with blankets, clothing, and basket collected, the only sign they’d ever been there was a slightly burned circle on the concrete slab where the tea kettle had sat.

[dartbored]

new studyblr blog

heyo! my name is basil and this is my study / career development sideblog! i'm pretty casual about how i blog, so expect lots of quick tips and ideas rather than full-on diatribes lol

about me

i'm a c/o 2025 studying machine learning (ask off anon for my specific uni/course of study).

i believe that everyone has their own study styles / preferences, so i never really picked up conducive study skills in high school. i made this blog so that i would focus more on building an efficient work ethic and good lifelong habits, i.e. choosing morning courses and waking up early lol

i won't really post any notebook snapshots or anything, but i do like to post occasional sketches from my sketchbook. i'm also working on some languages (studying french, arabic, and portugese), so expect to hear about that! and if you have any questions for me, the askbox and my DMs are open

my interests

reading books (esp. comics and 1950s sci-fi !!!)

hmu for my goodreads

figure drawing / character design

programming in python / js

creative writing

making spotify playlists and recommending music

to other study- and lang-blrs: please like / reblog this so i can follow you! i'd love to meet some people with similar interests

[rhysand-vs-fenrys]

The problem with having followers in this fandom are the anons you get. Any tips to deal with them?

I've got a few-

Anon's Opinions Mean Very Little- An anon is just one person at a keyboard, at most they bring a friend or two along (usually they pretend to be multiple people agreeing with each other). Don't take their opinion on anything from fandom things to page admin as law. Consider what they're saying, talk to other large 'blrs to get their opinions, and then weigh it to decide where you stand.

If you reblog an opinion, either say what you don't agree with or take responsibility for every word- I've seen people reblog posts, face a backlash, and then claim they didn't agree with all of it and besides, they only reblogged it isn't like they wrote it. But that's now how people read these sites. If you reblog, you are standing behind the post. The responsibility is not just on the author, but on you too for boosting their work. Good or bad, if you reblog it you stand by it. **That is only to the post itself, sometimes anons deep dive into source blogs and say you can’t reblog a post about like Supernatural from them because they have an opinion on Stargate the anon finds problematic... Just... delete them for their own sake.

Tumblr exists in a bubble- Opinions on this site may seem like the end all be all of the universe, people treat things as gospel... but I've found many things labeled "Controversial" that when I dug into it outside of tumblr I've found specific mentions that the thing is only controversial ON tumblr. So if an anon attacks you for something, remember that first bullet point up there- anons opinions mean very little. Do your own little research, decide where you stand.

Don't answer unless you want to deal with it- General rule of thumb, responding to one negative anon will generate 2 additional anons. Even if you're pointing out how toxic that anons take is, they'll pull friends in to send messages too (or again just send with alternate writing voices) and make it look like they have bigger numbers. Deleting messages is deeply satisfying to you, and aggravating to them. It's your best tool.

Don't argue with anons, just delete them- This goes to the above point, but also it's just exhausting and you'll end up hating the fandom you're part of eventually. I've had an anon ONCE apologize for mis-reading a post I made (I admitted first that my wording wasn't clear to what I was saying). That was my first year on this site. 10 years ago. Statistically you're not changing their mind, you're just wasting your own time.

Don't let anons- or even face-first blogs- dictate page admin- I get messages every now and then from people telling me how I *should* have answered asks or what I *should* be doing in my page management. First off, the ones who come out URL-first are always smaller and relatively new blogs, and secondly, anons opinions do not matter in arenas of page admin. If you notice a theme in messages check with tumblrs whose opinions you value and respect and decide for yourself if change is needed.

It's not your fault people follow you- IDK if it's still happening, but there are flair ups of people who either demand you follow back or who say that your follower size makes you responsible for promoting the works of smaller pages with lower follower counts. Neither of those things are true. One of my favorite things to say is that the bad decisions in life that led to someone following my blog is their ill fortune. You don't have to use your followers for any causes unless you want to. And if you do it once, people will demand you do it over and over again. I've seen people chased off the site because their favorite fics lists didn't include people with no followers who only have 1 note. Your job isn't to be anyone else's PR rep. If you want to make that your thing, go ahead, but don't let some anon try to convince you that you're somehow responsible for the entire fandom's experience.

Your language is not everyone's first language, and what you're reading isn't always what is meant- Sometimes you get a message that is super blunt and reads like a challenge or an aggressive message, but the person who wrote it didn't intend for that at all. I've noticed that my non-English-as-a-first-language followers tend to message me on Anon more often because they aren't confident in their language skills and are afraid of making a mistake. If you get a message that seems blunt or confrontational, don't automatically assume the negative. Be patient in your answer, and give them the benefit of the doubt. You'll never apologize for responding to a hateful message in kindness, but you will if you reply to a kind message with hate. Save yourself the trouble of apologizing.

But also don't be afraid to apologize- If an Anon sends you a message calling something out and you honestly consider their opinion and come to the conclusion that they are right and you were in the wrong, just say so. Obstinately holding to something for the sake of not admitting you were wrong is stupid. Admitting you were wrong and having the maturity to own that is wise and mature. And don't use the word 'but'. As Drew Barrymore said in 'Santa Clarita Diet'- "'Buts' are for assholes."

The deep, dark secret of tumblr is this: Overall, anons are kind people who are shy, friends who want to cheer you up and think a kind word from a stranger might carry more weight than one from them, or people who are a bit nervous but still want to reach out. We bitch about the rude anons but they are the overwhelming minority. The vast amount are simply kind and curious at heart. And for those who aren't, just be kind and courteous back at them, it pisses them off to no end :)

Oh, one more: If you lose your temper, you lose. Approach everything with patience and maturity, hold the high road as much as you can, and don't let anyone say you're unreasonable.

[melyaliz]

@0hmydeku​ Blue gray eyes behind hipster glasses, freckles galore, and red hair with green tips (my hair grew out and havent redyed yet). Been called too serious/sensitive/literal, i have a volatile temper, and if caught in a good mood i can be very whimsical. I am a huge myths and legends/folklore nerd. When i was a baby, i had to wear cabbage patch doll clothes as i was too tiny for normal baby clothes. Between Anxiety, depression, and Adhd; i am regularly contradictory. I tear up when frustrated.

Fandom: 

Pairing: Rahne Sinclair X Ship 

Notes: I feel like I should call these something like Messy ships. Have I ever shipped you with a Marvel Character? If not… here you go. 

 I honestly wanted to ship you with a woman because I always feel like I ship you with men but I honestly didn’t really like any of the women that came to mind (mostly because I try to keep them to characters people know) So thank everyone who made the New Mutants move. I wanted you to be part of the small town they run to after they escape. But I also want you to be a mutant. So here is what I came up with. 

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You worked in a small town at “Ma’s Dinner”. You had known Ma for years coming here since you could remember. This was your home. She had taken you in when your own mother had left and your father was too busy working to really care. It sounded sad but honestly this was all you really needed. This dinner, the regulars, and Ma. 

Long nights of you studying in the cafe drinking warm milk and listening to the old lady’s stories about the crazy adventures she used to get into. 

There had always been a bunch of interesting characters who came in and out of the dinner. After all this town felt like it was on the edge of the world. 

So when 5 young teenagers all the same age as you came falling into your dinner looking half dead you didn’t think too much about it. Simply getting some waters for the troop. One look at Ma and you knew their meals would be on the house. 

Ma was kind like that. Always taking in strays. 

Rahne’s large brown eyes met yours hand you pulled our your notepad “What can i get ya?” you asked, feeling a rush of something as your own eyes met hers. 

‘We… just water” one of the boys said with a thick Kentucky Accent. 

“Ok burgers then.” you said turning back to the kitchen, “and maybe some pie?”

“We can’t…” Rahne started to protest but you waved it away. 

“You can always help clean up if you want to pay us back.”

So they did. They even helped serve food and do the dishes. Ma soon had them laughing over stories and warm cocoa as the night shift slowly made their way into her small 24 hour dinner. 

“You all have a place to stay?” she asked trying the group. “Because my farm isn’t far.”

Their protests fell on deaf ears. 

And two months later the 5 of them had slowly become part of the town. doing odd jobs for whoever needed it. Hanging out on Ma’s farm just relaxing under the stars in a cuddle pile. Just healing in a place of safety. 

Your romance with Rahne was slow. She was shy and her past with her own small town made her feel uncomfortable with herself and her powers.

Until she saw yours. 

You had the power to control plants. 

Something you had learned about at a young age. Helping Ma in her gardens. Always taking a love to plants and the earth they grew in. 

Rahne found you helping a rather pesky plant grow, the faint green glow coming from your palms as you cupped them around the small plant coaxing it up into the sunny day.

You were scared at first she would hate you because of your powers. There were still plenty of humans who hated muantas but to you surprise she showed you her own. 

Smash cut to Xsavior showing up offering you all a place to stay at his mansion.

But honestly… you all were way too happy in your safe cozy little farm. Also his sexual tension filled feud with Magneto seemed like more drama than it was worth. 

So the 6 of you on Ma’s farm for wayward children and started your own mutant home. And you and Rahne ended up being the badass couple of the year finding other kids like you and taking them back to a place where they could feel accepted and loved. 

The end

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[Arpwrites] Tarot!BTS Masterlist

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This is where you can find all the readings I’ve done on the boys. I hope my posts help you know their depths and allow you to love them unconditionally. 

Canon!BTS vs. Tarot!BTS

Canon!BTS is BTS as they exist in our universe while Tarot!BTS is our perception of the boys based on what we can conclude through tarot readings.

Tarot!BTS is more real than Fic!BTS. Reading cards comes from a very real place for me, experience has taught me there’s truth to it. It’s not all fantasy. So, I like to keep things respectful while writing these because I believe it truly does speak about the boys’ real selves in one capacity or another.

That being said, I feel very uncomfortable claiming this is the whole, complete truth about the boys when it isn’t, it’s just a fleeting partial glimpse. There’s no way to prove any of it is true and I’m against stating this is who the boys really are when we don’t know them personally. 

So, I hope you’ll humor me and use these terms I’ve defined when expressing your thoughts or questions. It takes away my constant fervent worries about accidentally invading the boys’ privacy and puts me at complete ease with what I do. 

Tarot!BTS Profiles

Cumulative posts for each member containing notes from every reading I’ve done about them in chronological order so we can spot patterns in the picture my tarot cards have painted so far and be on the same page about who Tarot![Member] is. I’ve also included links to other readings and/or posts that corroborate my interpretations, it’s quite interesting seeing the big picture. If you know of any that I haven’t added here, please let me know!

Tarot!Jin

Tarot!Yoongi

Tarot!Hoseok

Tarot!Namjoon

Tarot!Jimin

Tarot!Taehyung

Tarot!Jungkook

Request Guidelines

Please refer to my post on The Ethics of Reading Tarot for K-Pop Idols before you make any requests. Here’s a summary:

NO 🔴to NSFW tarot requests, but you can ask for NSFW fic scenarios. No invasions of privacy about location/flight/hotel information, who they’re currently dating, gossipy asks about past struggles etc. I also don’t do close ended questions like when something will happen, or yes/no, or questions that deal with specifics like the ethnicity of their future partner or their next hair color. I also don’t care about their twinflames or soulmates or s/o, it’s unhealthy and boring.

YES 🟢to how they’re currently doing, their personality, their preferences, their thoughts/attitudes about topics, questions about work and their projects, etc. Questions that enable us to know them better as people are best.

MTLs 🟡will be my opinion based on a previous tarot read I’ve done. I won’t use tarot to determine the rank but I will to get adjacent information that will help make an educated guess.

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I don’t actually do these every single day but I like how it sounds

coming soon

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[Tarot!BTS] Their Philosophy in Life

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23 February, 2020: BTS

25 February, 2020: Jungkook

25 February, 2020: Namjoon

BTS Tarot: Member Significator

BTS Tarot: Their Personalities

BTS Tarot: What They Think of Jin + one

BTS Tarot: What They Think of Yoongi

BTS Tarot: What They Think of Hoseok + one

BTS Tarot: What They Think of Namjoon

BTS Tarot: What They Think of Jimin + imp + one + two

BTS Tarot: What Makes Jin Vulnerable

BTS Tarot: What Makes Yoongi Vulnerable

BTS Tarot: What Makes Hoseok Vulnerable

BTS Tarot: What They Find Attractive in People

BTS Tarot: Their Ideal Type of Romantic Dynamic

BTS Tarot: How They Love + one + two + three

BTS Tarot: How They Want to be Loved + one

BTS Tarot: How They Need to be Loved + one

BTS Tarot: As Husbands + one + two + three

BTS Tarot: Future Children + one

BTS Tarot: Fatherhood

BTS Tarot: James Corden 2020

BTS Tarot: Mercury Retrograde from Feb 18 - March 10, 2020

BTS RF: How do they flirt?

BTS RF: MTL Afraid of Getting Exposed

BTS RF: MTL Most Possessive + Jealousy

BTS RF: MTL Fall in Love with Best Friend

BTS RF: MTL Date Foreigner + one + two

BTS RF: Beliefs about Soulmates/Twinflames + addendum + one

BTS RF: How are they physically?

BTS RF: How do they relieve stress?

BTS RF: How to console them?

BTS RF: Yeontan & Holly

BTS RF: Cat Person vs. Dog Person

BTS RF: Their Favorite Music Genres

BTS RF: Their Favorite Movie Genres

BTS RF: Horror Movies & Conspiracy Theories

BTS RF: Is their relationship with Halsey genuine?

BTS RF: How do they make time with packed schedules?

BTS RF: Brief Thoughts on the Younger Generation, 1999-2004

BTS: Jin’s Enlistment

BTS: Does JK take relationships seriously?

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[idorkish]

Fly Away - Chapter 6

A/N - Hints of smut, some angst, smoking. Tried something different with POV. Sorry for how late this was posted LOL If your name is struck out, it means that I could not tag you in this. 

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Angel’s POV-----------

The universe always seems to know what you want the most and dangle it in front of your face before cruelly snatching it away. It is a sadistic entity that thoroughly enjoys snatching away hopes of happiness from you. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m just paying for all the bad done in my and my father’s life so far. Or maybe I’m just being melodramatic because it’s been over three months since I last got laid. Our last gig was also about three months ago, I wonder if there’s any correlation. 

Coming back from the gig, everything seemed to be going well. I was legit happy. I heard more and more from Precious and she brought little Tiki to come up and see me a couple of times. There were no lockdowns that forced me to miss class and work. I was making decent tips at the coffee shop from all the old grandma and grandpa regulars. I got to see Herman a few times, away from the prying eyes of the club. It. was. Fantastic. Until it wasn’t. 

I should have seen it coming. 

I learned that Happy was finally putting his Nomad streak to rest, in favor of coming to Tacoma. Bambi was a little hellion back in Charming, giving Jax and Opie a run for their money. I swear, she’s gonna whip that club into shape one day. This should have made me ecstatic, and for a brief moment of time, it did. 

I don’t know what I thought, I knew Herman and I weren’t serious. There would be no “happily ever after” or riding off into the sunset. He’s a Son and I’m the daughter of a Son. There is no mixing of the two. I at least thought we’d keep on good terms. I was not expecting such a cold shoulder from the man anytime we were in the same room. 

I didn’t think much of it at first. I hadn’t been to the clubhouse in a while and felt like I was ignoring everyone. Granted, I had reached out to SAMCRO multiple times, hoping to get some updates on how everyone was doing. All I was met with was vague responses. SAMTAC was no better. 

 Herman and Happy had become inseparable. Part of me wondered if he was back to his old ways or if Herman was using Happy’s presence as a way to keep away from me. The gig had been our first and last time together. I couldn’t help but take this personally, how else was I supposed to take it? 

 I decided it was time to visit the clubhouse once again. I figured it would be nice to take them all some treats from the shop, as well as some actual good coffee. Johnny had said he would tag along but it felt like I needed to see them on my own. I didn’t realize that they were having a party and for the first time in my life around this club, I felt like an outsider. I found Lorca and made my way towards him, handing off the sweets and coffee. I knew it was unwise, he was going to eat all of it before anyone else, but what the hell. Darla was busy making her way through the crowd and entertaining everyone and no one seemed to notice that I was there. 

“What’s all this?”

I had barely taken my eye off Lorca so when I turned back to see the crumbs covering his mouth and chin, I couldn’t help but break out in laughter. He attempted to wipe it with his arm, but it only made things worse as the icing spread across his face and beard more. 

“Patch party. Prospect got voted in the other day so, well, what ya see here! I thought Kozik told you about it? He told us you were busy working or some shit.”

For a brief moment, I was stunned but I turned to Lorca and smiled, “That’s right! I got off early tonight. Forgot all about this! Let me make my rounds!”

I felt like I couldn’t get away from him fast enough. I’m not sure how I was able to do it but I went almost unavoided for an hour after getting there. Staying at the bar, I nursed my beer and watched the scene before me. 

Darla was still making her way around, constantly getting pulled around by different members to talk to her. Lorca was off to the other side of the bar, still eating the treats and drinking the coffee. The rest of the men were scattered around the clubhouse with random croweaters swarming around them. The no-longer Prospect was in the middle of the largest group, laughing loudly as he told an animated story. Staring from the bar, it was such an interesting sight to me. I had grown up with this and the sights, smells, and noises made me feel like I was home. But there was still a feeling like being an outsider. I know I will never be fully part of the lifestyle, and I have been ok with this for as long as I can remember. 

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The door to the clubhouse opened and two laughing figures made their way through. Angel turned her eyes and watched as two men came through, their arms wrapped around women in short-shorts and barely-there-tops. Angel took a long swig of her beer as she realized that it was Happy and Herman making their way inside. The girl wrapped in Herman’s arms turned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down. Angel clenched the bottle and she watched him lower his head to this other woman. It told her exactly what she needed to know. 

Angel finished up her beer and made her way toward Darla. “Momma D!” She called out. 

The older woman turned her head and smiled wide. “My sweet baby girl, when did you get here?” 

She waved her hands for Angel to come closer and then wrapped her arms tightly around her. “I wasn’t expecting you! I thought you were working tonight?”

Angel shrugged and gave the older woman a smile. “I got here not too long ago. There was a change in my schedule so I brought some treats and coffee but Lorca got to me first.”

Darla laughed but never let her arms fall from Angel’s waist. Instead, she ushered Angel around with her, making sure to stop by the various broken off groups to chat before making their way to the next. 

It wasn’t long before Angel forgot the brief moments of hurt. She was finally having a good time reconnecting with the men and women she counted as family. Angel was sitting on a stool near the pool table, joking with those playing. An arm wrapped around her shoulder and Angel briefly froze. 

“Staying away from me kiddo?” The gruff voice let Angel relax as she smiled and leaned against the slim body next to her. 

“Heya Uncle Hap.  Course I’m not! I’ve been here while you’ve been fooling around with them crows.” Her voice was teasing and caused Happy to chuckle as he squeezed her shoulder. 

Angel felt content to lean against Happy as everyone made their way over to talk to Happy.. She felt so content she didn’t realize eyes glancing her way. In her gut, she knew who it was consistently looking her way, but being with the closest thing to home was enough for Angel not to care for the moment. It helped that Happy kept his arm slung around her shoulder and kept her close. Angel knew it would be weird for a lot of them to see Happy showing as much affection as he was, but the more veteran club members understood - SAMCRO was more than a club, it was a family. Happy had watched Angel grow, he was also the only connection to Bambi and the others at this moment. 

The No-longer-a-prospect came over and Angel did her best to stop the roll of her eyes. The last time she had seen him, he was trying so hard to get into her pants and Kozik and made him go away. “Happy! Nice to see you again man. Who’s your friend here?”

Angel turned and stared up at the man, “Not interested and off-limits. I’m gonna go see if Darla needs help, Hap.” 

She left as quickly as she could and made her way towards the clubhouse kitchen. It would be the only place that no one would be in and she would be able to breath for a moment. Pushing open the door, the last thing Angel expected to see was Herman leaning back against the counter, his eyes closed and head thrown back and his hands guided a kneeling brunette’s head back and forth on his cock. Angel watched for a moment, shocked, before muttering a quick ‘sorry’ and heading back to the main room and continuing out the front door. 

The cool air was a nice relief for Angel. She leaned back against the hood of her car and fished out a smoke. She normally wasn’t one to smoke but it was becoming more of a common habit that she wasn’t fond of. Pulling a drag of nicotine calmed her frazzled nerves. Logically, she knew she shouldn’t be mad. They hooked up a couple times, they weren’t anything else. But she couldn’t help it, she was pissed. She was also horny as hell, which made her even more pissed off. There was something about watching him be pleasured that did something to her. She didn’t have long to keep thinking about it as she watched Happy walk her way. 

“Since when do you smoke?” 

Angel couldn’t help but laugh at the face he was making. It had been a while since she had really seen anyone, she had forgotten they didn’t know of the habit. “Eh, the diner gets me stressed. Still kinda a new habit. Don’t look so shocked. Y'all smoked all the time. You should be more surprised that it’s taken me this long.”

Happy shrugged and took the cig from her hand, taking a long drag for himself. “Still weird. Keep forgetting how grown you got while away. What happened there?” 

Angel tilted her head and cocked her brow. She wanted to be nonchalant and try to keep the real reason to herself. “Saw things I wish I hadn’t. I keep forgetting how nasty y’all start getting and don’t care about a thing called privacy when in the clubhouse.”

Happy just laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close and placing a kiss to her temple before handing back the cigarette. “Let me know if douche bothers you again. Member or not, you’re off limits. He knows better. Plus they all know you got someone. When do I get to meet this “Johnny”?”

Angel only laughed and leaned further into Happy’s arms. “I love you Hap.”

The man chuckled and held her tighter as they stayed outside smoking their cigarettes, both blissfully unaware of being watched.