#vee reacts!

[sidusvenari]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA EU TENHO DEPRESSSAAAAAAAAOOOOOO

Man.

Imagine being Eda here.

You did everything in your power to keep your daughter (who just cracked open your walls) safe and away from the fight. Argued with her about her safety and even helped carve her palisman.

Only for it to be in vain, because she ended up being killed by Belos anyway. And you got a front row seat.

You don’t even know what to do as you watch the light orbs that used to be your kid float away.

At this point, Eda doesn’t give two shits and let’s the owl beast take the reigns.

You can practically hear her grief and agony in “I don’t think I can control myself right now.”

[loganslowdown4]

I love how Roman is singing Rewrite the Stars (a song so so many people say is Prinxiety coded) and Virgil is ready to m*rder Roman for singing it too much lolol

Absolutely nothing against the song or prinxiety or prinxiety stans, I love prinxiety but I wanna say he did this on purpose to mess with us lmao

(personally I have it on my Intruality playlist bc I feel like it fits them better imo but to each their ownnnn 😁)

[annielocalgodkisser]

current state of the dandys world rp acc community rn /silly

[sidusvenari]

FOUND MY FAVORITE FIC AGAIN YES LET'S GOOOOO

Secret Ingredient - Chapter one

Paring: Silco/Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Canon typical violence, dark themes, landlords. 

Summary: You had grown up on the streets. You knew the Underground. Which is why you decided to try and stay away from the main parts of it. Baking was safe and easy.

Helping to take care of a Crime Lord’s daughter? May have been easier to join up with a gang.

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There was a letter on the door. There was a letter on every door in your building. It was an inevitable letter, you had known it would be happening for a while. Your landlord would bring up the offers he was getting, that some brothel owner wanted to expand or some drug lord wanted to get housing for his goons. You had known it would’ve happened.

You took the eviction notice into your house, and shut the door carefully behind you. You rubbed your face. You could find another apartment, but it didn’t stop the sting any less.

You unloaded your bag onto the table next. A few loaves of bread hadn’t been sold today, so you’d turn them into croutons or breadcrumbs. But most had at least, you had made some decent amount of gold judging off of your coin purse. You took your gold, and went to your bed. You had learned long ago to hide money in a place few would look for it, which in your case was tucked into a small drawer hidden under your bed.

Once that was taken care of, you did a quick inventory of what had sold. And what orders you had. Bakeries weren’t common in the Underground, but food stalls, taverns and restaurants were. And they were always looking for bread, or croutons, or even little pastries for a brothel event one time. (You still had no idea what they were for, and it was probably best that you had no idea what they were for)

It had been one year since the Underground fell into new management. There were far fewer restrictions on everything now, you had different ingredients. No longer were you limited to some chemical flour, you could splurge and get the good, real stuff for a far lower price than before.

The only thing you probably missed was the lack of crime lords when Vander had been there. Now the underground was truly lawless. You heard about murders every other day, and had seen more people with purple warts and glowing veins.

You laid down in your small bed, and tried not to think about that. The Underground was terrible for everyone. Everyone had to suffer a little to survive. You had, growing up. You probably would even have to suffer more, as you looked for a new home.

Sleep did not come easily that night. But it came like a warm blanket, easing fears and lulling you into a dreamless sleep.

A sleep that was awoken to a very loud SPLAT . The sound of a Crack followed . And another SPLAT, next to you. You glanced up, the small only window in your apartment was splattered with purple along the corner. When you checked the clock, it read it was four o’clock in the morning. The Underground’s sky was still black.

You heard a few more cracks, another distant splat. And then you heard nothing. The quiet carried on for a few moments.  

And yet you couldn’t fall back asleep. You could see the latch still swaying a bit from the window, and sighed. Slowly, limbs and body still filled with sleep, you got up to peer outside of it.

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[akkivee]

thanks kawanishi-san

[star-the-gremlin]

She's rootin' n tootin' and ready to to steal yo girl!

A drawing inspired by this post by @vypridae

[siltyriver]

ok being at work in a very quiet office while listening to brother faulkner murder two people in a fit of truly spectacular emotion and then having the person he had just earlier admitted was like an actual sister to him (in a very beautiful moment of found family bliss) walk in and go ‘oh shit it’s fine we can fix this’ and offer to help hide the bodies, only for him to immediately frame her for the murders and make her go on the run again was soooo funny and i just had to sit there like

‘O _ o

[sidusvenari]

Pushing the Barrier ( Eddie X Reader) 

A/N: So this one needs some explanation. Idk why it popped in my head but lol there's a movie I like with Cillian Murphy called Breakfast on Pluto. There's a scene in that movie where his character works at a strip club in Ireland but instead of being like a normal style strip club there are rooms that are cut in half. On one side is a glass case where she sits on a swing and talks to the men that come in. They can see her but she can't see them. That was my inspiration for where Eddie working in this one. There are other movies that have places like this but I love that one and Cillian Murphy is always a win lol I did set this in New York because I didn't think Hawkins would have a place like this.

Warnings: I am classifying this as Stripper Eddie even though he doesn't dance. Lol. Reader is unhappily married. A bit of angst here with much pining. Some smut for sure. I would like to make more parts to this and explore this a bit more but only if you guys like it. I definitely enjoyed writing it.

Word Count: 3196

You hugged your arms around you as you walked down the wet streets of New York. You and your husband had gotten into another fight when he came home late from work for the third time that week. 

“You said you would be home three hours ago! We were going to go out for dinner and finally spend some time together!”

“Y/N, I don’t know what you want from me. I work! Do you like this apartment and these fancy fucking clothes?! Someone has to work for them, babe.”

“Oh, fuck you and your self-righteous bullshit. I work and I buy my own clothes.”, you gesture at the dress you were wearing, “Just because you bought me this doesn’t mean you pay for my wardrobe!”

He stomped out of the apartment then and a few moments later so did you. You couldn’t stand to be there by yourself any longer. You roamed aimlessly for a while before the rain started coming down heavily. 

“Fuck!”, you exclaim, quickly dashing into the nearest building. 

“Whoa! It’s really coming down out there.” A tall, beautiful woman greets you with a beautiful smile as she hands you a towel from behind her counter. 

“Oh. Thank you. Yeah, it is.”

“Are you alright? You look like you’ve had a rough night.”

“I’m okay. Just…marital disputes.”

She chuckles to herself. “I understand that my dear. After my second divorce I said, ‘Never again!’. Then fate led me here.” She sweeps her hand around the building. “Maybe it’s just what you need as well.”

You finally take a good look around, squinting at the pictures of half-naked men and women on framed up on her walls. The signs on her desk had prices for set times of “shows” and thick binder of filled with people who were available to be viewed. 

“Um, I’m not really into this.”

She laughs again as she leans her back against the wall. “Now I know what you’re thinking. I’m not really into that kind of thing either but everyone is different. This isn’t a regular ‘stripper’ style joint I run. Yes, some people want them to get naked and dance sexily. Some people just want to sit and talk. Whether it’s dirty talk or regular conversation is completely up to the client.” She scans over your apprehensive face. 

“You know what? You’re first round is on me and I think I have the perfect gentleman for you.” The woman reaches for your arm and starts guiding you through the curtain behind her counter, down a long hallway. 

“Miss, I can’t—”

“Oh, come on. It is pouring and I’m not going to send you back out into that.” She stops outside of a door and turns to you. “Now here’s how it works. It will just be you and him. He will be behind the glass but it’s two way so you can see him but he can’t see you unless you want him to. I usually charge per hour but since this is free take all the time you need. When you’re done just exit and leave through that back door over there. We pride ourselves on privacy.”

She winks before opening the door and practically shoving you inside. 

“Fucking hell! No need to be so aggressive.”

“Mira can be a little rough, can’t she?” 

You turn around to the sound of a male voice chuckling behind you. The only light illuminating the room is the dim pink neon bulbs lining the ceiling and the massive stage style light in the glass cube in front of you. 

There’s a man behind its walls sitting in gigantic thrown style chair, strumming at a guitar. His long, wavy hair hung down to his shoulders and a gorgeous smile was currently stretched across his face. He tapped his bare foot against the floor as he played his instrument that was leaning on his shirtless chest. You could vaguely make out the tattoos along his body. His legs were still covered with his jeans, making you wonder if his ink on his skin trailed below his waist. 

“Whoa. I didn’t lose you now, did I?”

“Um, no. Hey. I mean hi.” You clear your throat, stammering over your words as you sit in the recliner style chair. “Can you…can you really not see me?”

His smile grows as he shakes his head. “Nope. I can just see myself. Thank God I’m so damn good looking.”

A genuine laugh escapes you as you cover your mouth to stifle it. It had been a while since anyone made you laugh like that. 

“Aw, no Sweetheart. Don’t cover up that giggle. It’s cute.” He leans back in his seat getting more comfortable. “Can I ask what your name is?”

“Y/N.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

“Mhmm. I bet you say that to everyone.” He playfully scoffs at your response. “Am I allowed to ask for your name?”

“You can ask me anything you want. I’m here for you. My name is Eddie.”

“Like Iron Maiden.” Eddie’s fingers freeze as he looks up at the glass in front of him. “That’s their mascot, right? The guy on all their tape covers. 

He set the guitar down to the side. “I have never met a woman who knew that.” Eddie’s head tilts to the side as his eyes continue to scan in front of him. “Wow. I’ve also never hated having this glass blocking me before either.”

“The lady said you couldn’t see me unless I wanted you to. There’s nothing you can do?”

He shakes his head again as he stands up, walking forward. His long, index finger points somewhere towards his left. “There’s a switch over there that can flip off the settings and allow me to see you. As you can imagine a lot of people prefer to remain hidden.”

“So, you do do other things besides just talking and playing guitar?”

A coy smile spreads across his lips as he sits back down in his chair. “I’m here for your pleasure.” Eddie takes note that you don’t continue by playing on his words like his other clients usually do. “Y/N? Can I ask something else?”

You nod before you realize he can’t see it. “Sure. You can ask me anything.”

“Why are you here? Not that I don’t like your company but this doesn’t feel like your usual scene.”

“It’s storming outside and I needed a place to hide so I ran into the nearest building. I had no idea what this place was.”

“Why were you walking around outside so late at night?”

“My husband and I got into a fight.” Eddie leans forward waiting for you to continue. “We were supposed to go out for dinner but he said he was working late. He’s always working late.” You get up from your seat and start pacing the tiny room. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. That sounds lonely.”

“I just didn’t want to be in the apartment by myself right now.”

Eddie rises again crawling down on the floor towards the front of his chamber. He crosses his legs, staring at the void that is his reflection. “Do you really believe he’s at work?”

“Of course! He’s a businessman. Where else would he be?”

“Hey now, Princess. I’m just asking questions.” He holds up his palms in defense. “I only meant that even if I was president, if I had a dinner date with you, I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Yeah well, you’re a stripper or whatever the fuck this is so you wouldn’t understand, would you?”

Eddie’s eyes fell and you immediately regretted getting defensive. You walk toward him and lightly tap on the glass. His head comes up as his gaze meets the sound. You knock on it again as he crawls forward, pressing his hand up against it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t worry about it. This?”, he gestures towards the room. “I do this for the money and its good money. Yeah, sometimes I jack off for strangers or just take off my clothes while they say dirty shit but I’m not going to do this forever.”

You reach up pressing your palm against his outside the glass. At that moment, you wish you could touch him. You wished you could feel his arms wrap around you and taste those beautiful lips against yours. He seemed so vulnerable in that moment you wanted to do whatever you could to make him feel better. Whether that meant going to dinner or riding him until he came inside you, you weren’t sure. 

That’s when the guilt started taking over. You were married! You shouldn’t be thinking like this. This was wrong. 

“Eddie, I’m, um, I’m sorry I have to go.” You quickly began gathering your things. 

“Wait, Y/N, you don’t have to—”

The sound of the slammed door cut him off as you ran down the hallway and out the back door. 

##############

“Y/N!” Your husband’s aggressive tone snaps you back into reality. 

“For the love of God, yes?!”

“I’m talking to you here. Are you listening?” 

That following Saturday, you husband tried to apologize to you by taking you out to dinner. You were hoping for a more romantic setting but this in and out style place was fine. At least he was actually there with you and not at the office. 

“I’m listening, honey. I hear you.”

You glance around the restaurant as he goes on about some mundane office gossip. The door to the building dinged as it was opened and someone rushed inside, wiping his boots against the mat before walking further in. 

Eddie. 

Your brain froze as you watched him move. Your first instinct was to hide before you remembered he hadn’t seen your face that night. Seeing him outside of that glass case was so surreal. 

“Are you finished? I am. Why don’t you wait here while I go pay.”

“No! I mean, no. I’ll stand with you.” His eyebrows come together as you smile him. 

Your eyes drink him in as you and your husband wait behind Eddie to pay. His hair was down and slightly frizzy from the rain outside. His leather jacket and blue jean vest rested on his broad shoulders perfectly, making your mouth water. The blue jeans were more or less the same that he had on before except for the chain that hung below his pocket and the studded belt that wrapped around his waist. 

He turned around suddenly smacking chest first into you. 

“Whoa! Sweetheart, I am so sorry.” Hearing his voice so crystal clear reverberated through your body down to you core. His cologne hit your nostrils, making you wish you could lay your head against his chest all day. 

“Hey guy! Watch where you are going!” Your husband shouts, pulling you to the side. 

“Yeah, like I said. I’m really sorry. Just trying to get some food and get to work.” Eddie’s eyes flick to your own. “I’m sorry.” Before you can respond, he quickly shuffles out the door. 

##################

“Ahhhh Y/N! Good to see you again.” Mira smiles as you cautiously enter the building. “I must say, I didn’t think you’d be coming back.”

“I, um, is Eddie here?”

Her eyes playfully squint in your direction. “He was that good huh? Yup, Eddie is here and he is available but no free rides this time. I will have to charge you.” 

You hand her some cash before she beams over at you, grabbing your hand, and guiding you down that familiar hallway. This time you open the door and walk right in. 

You let out a thankful sigh when you see him sitting in his usual chair. Tonight, he was just wearing some blue boxers as he leaned back, heavy eyes staring ahead of him at the glass. 

“You look exhausted.”

You watch as his eyes light up at the sound of your voice. “Y/N? Hey. I thought I lost you.”

“Naw. I’m not going to lie; you scared me a little bit last time.”

Eddie’s eyes flashed concern. “Did I come on to strong?”

“No but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’m attracted to you.”

He smiles as he stands up, walking towards the glass. “It’s probably even weirder for me to say I’m attracted to you to.”

“You don’t know me.”

“I’d like to.” He eyes scan the lower part of the glass where he assumes you are. “I’ve been thinking about your voice all week. Imagining the lips that voice belongs to.” His grin widens when he hears a pleasurable sigh leave you. “What made you come back to me, Princess?”

“I saw you today. Outside.”

Eddie looks up towards the ceiling, trying to remember everywhere he had been that day. “Where?”

“I can’t tell you. You were very close to me though. You looked really handsome even with your frizzy, wet hair.” You giggle at him and he can’t help but bite his bottom lip at the sound. “It was kind of odd hearing your voice outside of here. You being so close that I could smell you.”

He sauntered closer till he was almost pressed up against the glass in front of him. “And how did that make you feel?”

You tapped the barrier between you and he glanced in that direction getting down on his knees. He couldn’t see it but he was almost face to face with you. You knock on it again causing him to smile as he knocks back.

“Tell me, baby. Please. I want to hear it.”

“Your voice sounded so beautiful. I felt my panties get wet listening to you.”

Eddie licked his lips as he swallowed down a moan. His palm came down to graze the growing tent in his boxers. “Is this ok?”, he whispers.

“Yeah, it’s ok.”

“Are, are you wet right now?”

You could have faked it. You could have told him you were without checking but it felt wrong in some way. EVERYTHING about this was wrong but you didn’t care at that moment. 

Reaching your fingers into your pants and past the waistband of your panties, you dip your fingers between your folds against your clit. 

“I am really fucking wet.” You both chuckle. 

Eddie pulls his cock out, spitting on his hand before stroking it onto himself. You groan at the sight of him, pressing your forehead against the wall as you watch him. You start rubbing fast circles into your swollen nub. 

His palm presses into the glass as he throws his head back in ecstasy. “Fuck. I wish I could see you.”

Opening your legs a bit wider, you push two fingers into your entrance. Eddie whimpers when he hears you moan. “Jesus, please tell me what you’re doing over there.”

“I’m fingering myself.”

“Mmmm. How many fingers?” He moans when you answer him, pumping his cock faster with his fist. “Is that all you can fit? Fuck. Just imagining my dick in that tight pussy. You whispering filthy words to me with that beautiful fucking voice.”

“Eddie.” Your hand slams up towards the window, meeting his own as you thrust you fingers into you aggressively. 

“That’s right, baby. Make yourself cum. Fuck I bet you look so fucking gorgeous right now.” 

His name continues to fall from your lips as the coil snaps and you feel yourself tighten around your fingers. You look up at him just in time to see his body shiver before ropes of his seed come out of his cock onto the floor in front of him. 

Eddie lifts his head and for a moment you think he can actually see you. You’re not sure if it’s something in his eyes or the endorphins coursing through your body but you reach over with your right hand flicking the switch on the cube. 

He blinks for a second, letting his eyes adjust before his gorgeous chocolate eyes land on yours. You see the recognition cross through his mind, remembering how he accidently ran into you today. 

Suddenly the lights in the room flash twice signaling the end of your hour. Mira’s voice drifts through an intercom above your head. 

“Alright, mama. Time is up. Eddie, I’m giving you one more client in 30minutes so be ready.”

You back away from the glass, looking away as you reach for your things. 

“Wait! No, no, no. Don’t leave.” He stands up quickly, pleading with his face. 

“I have to. I—”

The door abruptly opens as Mira gestures towards you. “Come on, Honey. I’d offer another hour but someone else came in.”

Eddie smacks the barrier with his hand. “Fuck off, Mira! Can’t you give them to someone else?”

“Oh, someone is feisty tonight.” She gives him a look before lightly pushing you out the door. You can hear the string of expletives leaving his mouth as you exit and head down the hallway. “Alright, baby. Come back again, ok?”

Once you’re outside, you finally allow yourself to breathe. You lean your back against the building as the tears start to flow. I’m so stupid. This is wrong and even if it wasn’t… What did I think was going to happen?

“Y/N!” Your head shoots up to see shirtless Eddie with jeans and untied boots running down the alleyway. You turn to leave but he’s quicker as he appears in front of you. “Wait. Please!” He places his hands on his waist as he pants. “Fuck, I really need to quit smoking.”

Your exasperated giggle makes him smile. “Your husband was the asshole who scolded me?” 

You sigh as you nod. “I’m sorry.” A shaky sigh leaves his own mouth at the sound of your voice outside of the room. “He can be a bit uptight.”

“I, uh, hope I didn’t come off like a jerk or anything. When I saw you in there…I just… you’re so beautiful.” 

You reach your fingers towards him, caressing his cheek. “This isn’t right. I should go home.”

“To be alone?”

Eddie’s arms fly forward, pulling you to him as his lips crash to yours. Your other hand comes up to his face, holding him to you. The taste of him was better than you imagined. 

“Eddie Munson!” Mira’s voice carries down the alley. Your mouth chases his as he pulls away. “I swear to God, if you don’t get back in there I will fire you!”

“I’m coming! Give me a god damn second!” 

Your hands glide down his chest as he turns his attention back to you. “You should get back in there.”

“Can I see you again?”

“Eddie, I don’t know…”

“Look, no pressure.” He reaches into his jeans and pulls out a small yellow flyer, handing it to you. “My band is playing here on Wednesday. You can come, hang out, listen to us play, and then after we can talk.”

His lips find yours again before receiving an answer. As he pulls away, his thumb traces your lips as he smiles. “It feels so good just to be able to touch you.” With that he turns on his heels, running back towards the front of the building. 

[thewrldlooksred]

while im thinking about it um. Have any of u (mutuals/followers/whoever sees this ig) been openly trans slash nonbinary in public spaces (school/work/etc) and if so would u be willing to share ur general experiences...

ive been considering bein openly nonbinary at college this fall but... scary... but i think itd help the decision to hear abt general experiences from people who have committed to it publicly? no one is required to by any means but it would be appreciated ^^

[quietlyblooms]

"you see what happens when you don't listen to me?!" ( from jai . . . OOF now listen... jai is one of those guys who can NEVER hold back an 'i told you so', so i feel like an argument could have potentially built from that? maybe he warned her abt something, she got inconvinieced by smth and now he's just being ass about it 😭 could end in some tension 👀 or not ! i dont mind either way~ )

confrontations & arguments | @metrictita picks a fight!

she doesn't want to hear this right now. she didn't come here for this, and now she's wondering what else she expected from jai. it's frustrating -- the fact that he was right, and the fact that he can't let it go while chiyo babies her feelings for a little while. even worse, her throat feels tight as disappointment and anger swell in her chest in a terrible, overwhelming mixture that makes it difficult to keep her mask on. she can't pretend she doesn't care. her misty eyes will give her away soon enough.

" i didn't come here for you to rub it in, " chiyo replies, tone pointed and sharp. she isn't facing jai, having turned around with half a mind to simply leave when he began his bout of i told you so, but the artist whips around then, gaze narrowed and tears clinging to her lashes. she advances upon jai and roughly prods his chest with her pointer finger, growing more heated as she speaks.

" i came here because for some reason, seeing you after a shitty day sounded like a good idea. i don't need to be told how right you were and how stupid i was because i fucking know that, jai. i know, and i--- "

chiyo's chest heaves as the words catch in her throat, tripping over each other to make it past her lips first. she hates herself for going against her better judgement, hates people for letting her down, hates that she can't seem to connect with others like a normal fucking person. she should stop trying, stop attending parties and mixers because jai is right. she doesn't like them, and nothing ever comes of them anyway. she often doesn't enjoy herself. she gets in a mood afterward. she...

she should go home. this entire day has been one, big mistake.

chiyo's hand curls into a fist, and it collides with jai's chest in a firm but harmless hit. her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and as she cranes her head back to meet his eyes, chiyo realizes she's much closer to jai than she meant to be. there's shame in knowing she doesn't want to move away, even as angry as she is. there's shame in knowing she still wants him to embrace her. there's shame in knowing she would swallow her pride for a minute if he'd just hold her.

" if you're upset with me, then fine. " chiyo hits jai again, weaker this time. her eyes stray to his beauty mark and then to his mouth before she's able to make eye contact again. " but you don't have to be an asshole about it. "

[homicidal-slvt]

I want to gently grab Peter Maximoff's face squish his cheeks and go "Who's a pretty boy???" like I do to my cat.

[cannibalismyuri]

im fucking losing it

[insectwmn]

what blackbird probably is: daydream from the eccentrics' perspective (probably rei's)

what i want blackbird to be: the tsumugi-pov short story (similar to daydream or lionheart) i've wanted since Forever. where tsumugi confronts the role he took on as eichi's bluebird of happiness and also wataru is there

[vintageghoststories]

i <3 character parallels abt doom and humanity and what it means to be human and the decent into becoming unhuman and choices vs fate and death. and and and

[veradragonjedi]

@please-give-me-birds

[ice-shoes]

this family is honestly unhinged