#we are so freaking blessed to have this many so far

[clumsycapitolunicorn]

swarla + kisses

CARLA CONNOR & LISA SWAIN | CORONATION STREET

[sanguinesmi1e]

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 (you're here)

Full fic on Ao3

Art of LBM

Pt. 4: An Unexp-ectoed Party (not on Ao3 yet)

Constantine was quietly freaking out. He couldn’t be sure, but he suspected that the ghost who had turned itself into a cute little tatzelwurm to avoid answering questions might be something far beyond his capabilities to deal with. Everything it said and did suggested it was way outside his scope of experience. While Tim used a shoelace to play with it like a rambunctious kitten, John mentally catalogued the things that threatened to give him a panic attack:

Before the ghost even arrived, the blinding power flowing through his spell array nearly knocked him flat. It had felt like being swatted in the eyeballs by an eldritch god.

The ghost appeared in human form, fully alive, before being transformed by the summoning magic. John had only ever heard whispers of legends about a being who could do such a thing. The legends were vague and grandiose, but some epithets included The One Who Walks Between, He Who Straddles Life and Death, Twilight Walker, Shroud Danger Child, and The Halver. 

The ghost could not only see his soul at a glance, it could perceive all the damage he had done making deals with demons.

The ghost implied it was on casual, friendly terms with the Ancient of Time aka Chronos, Kala, Father Time, etc. And that it had altered the timeline at least once already.

It could age. Despite what the ghost said, only Neverborn should be able to age. The dead were static, and given the death that he could feel sustaining the portal, this ghost had definitely died.

It was brilliant enough to pinpoint a weakness and successfully distract Tim by transforming into a shape that could manipulate his protective instincts. John did not want to admit that he also felt protective of the cute little blighter.

It had hopped out of the summoning circle as if it were just chalk scribbles, despite John working in some of his most powerful containment spells as a matter of what he had thought was excessive precaution.

Shite, the list had already reached seven items. The tatzelwurm (had Drake really just named the thing Little Baby Man?) glared at him and called him “Gross!” 

“Seriously!? This cloaking spell should be more than sufficient.” John grumbled. “Did it really have no effect?” If so, that was gonna be item number eight.

Little Baby Man tilted his head. “It worked.” Then he huffed with amusement. 

Thank fuck for small blessings. 

A quickly muttered spell turned his burning cigarette into a makeshift sort of laser pointer, and Constantine distracted Little Baby Man while he tried to think of what to do next.

“Hey kid, this is a problem.” He kept his voice low, and watched to see if the tatzelwurm appeared to pay any attention to him. It dedicated all its attention to the glowing dot, and ignored the two men.

“I assume this isn’t the normal direction your interrogations go.” Drake wound his shoelace around his hand and pocketed it. “It’s certainly a first for me.”

“Ditto, in so many ways.”

“Any idea what to do now?”

“We should probably return him where he came from, and wait for Zatanna to get back from wherever she’s disappeared to now.” John would really like a second opinion. He would also like to dump this mess in someone else’s lap and be on his way. 

Although to be fair, watching the tatzelwurm careen around after his lazer dot was actually pretty fun. Not that he’d ever admit it. Still, the creature was done answering questions and John wasn’t prepared to bind the thing because he didn’t think he’d need to pack the tools to bind an eldritch god when Batman called him to do a “quick consult.”

Danny couldn’t remember the last time he had this much fun. The CEO person played with him! He did feel a bit bad for hurting his foot, but it was difficult to dwell on regrets or worries when he could attack the string instead. And now there was a red dot to chase! It was very fast and sneaky, but he was faster and sneakier.

Is this what Paulina felt like when she wished herself to be a giant chibi version of herself to be loved and worshipped by everyone? Because he felt adorable. And fierce. He was going to kill that red dot so hard when he finally sunk his claws in it!

Frustratingly, it seemed to also have intangibility powers. Well, Danny knew what to do about that! He concentrated ectoplasm into his paw and bapped it down hard on the dot. This scorched the floor a bit, but when he lifted his paw, the red dot was skewered on one of his claws. It tried to tug away, but he clung tight. Apparently its size belied its strength, because it started to drag him across the floor. 

Danny tried to release the dot, but his claw was firmly snagged, so he resigned himself to being dragged back into the chalk circle. He tingled a bit as he crossed the perimeter, but it wasn’t a bad sensation, just a little odd. Then a portal opened up and pulled him through the water filled tube snake toy sensation in reverse and ugh! Just as bad the second time, if not worse.

The spell spat him out in human form under the Specter Speeder. Or rather, it ejected him at speed so he smacked into the bottom of the Speeder before falling back to the ground with a heavy thud. Thankfully he didn’t crack his head against the concrete, but he still couldn’t stifle a pained groan.

A firm hand wrapped around Danny’s ankle and dragged him out, and he found himself staring up at Drake and Constantine for the third time that day.

“Uh, hi,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I suppose I have some explaining to do.”

Being able to create ghost portals would come in real handy right about now. Maybe he should just commit some arson and let these two deal with escaping the basement on their own.

[devnmon]

wavemother save me...

Summary: You’ve decided your outfit for the day in camp was to be something you’ve never worn before: a robe of the wavemother… which leaves nothing to the imagination. Gale thinks you look beautiful… but he can’t help the affect it has on him. Once you approach the wizard’s tent at night, he knows it’s over for him.

warnings: boobplay, cumming inside, p in v, reader has a larger chest! and gale can’t help being boob-itized.

wc: 3.7k

gale dekarios x afab!reader

a/n: ngl this fic popped into my head when i found out how much of a freak gale is… but i couldn’t help it. this is also self indulgent bc i have a similar chest size as i wrote. pls dont take this as me being discriminatory to smaller chests. but we need some rep for the larger chested people out there. anyways, i’ve said enough. enjoy xx

Gale's cheeks burn in your presence.

They run hot because you're walking around camp in a brand new outfit, and he can't control his eyes. Blue, shimmering, and low cut on your chest. Higher on your waist. Gale was perplexed— not only at how you filled the garment out, but the way you walked around as if you weren't wearing something so different than what you usually adorned.

Gale wanted to pluck out the eyes of every man getting the privilege to lay them on your figure. He for one, thought it too violent an act, and decided to brood about it in isolation. You turned heads every time when entering a room, of course the others were going to notice one way or another.

Far be it from him to tell you what to wear, he just wished he were the only one seeing you. Some could call him selfish for a thought so conflicting. But after so long in isolation, he believed he deserved some of that feeling once in a while.

Far from prying eyes in the privacy of his tower was the situation he pined for. Not on the road with others who could gaze upon you however they liked. Gale didn't even want to think up the thoughts that've probably passed over his companion's minds.

But if he lingered too long on that subject, he'd never get anything done. Though the one thing he knew in his heart was that you pined for him, and only him. Brushed past the cunning Astarion and the stunning Shadowheart to choose him, love him.

It was the only thing keeping his mind distracted from the way everyone's eyes ogled at you throughout the day.

It wasn't your fault you were blessed with a figure that made everyone stare; the curves of your hips, of your chest, your strong legs and hands—

Wavemother save me…

Gale's thoughts and the way your curves looked did anything but help the situation. It's done fuck all to help his wandering eyes.

Though every time he stared, you had glanced over to him as if you could sense those eyes of his on you.

He'd even had to cast a calming spell on himself in private to keep the way his body craved yours under wraps. He just hoped no one was prying through his thoughts.

Gale wished you weren't burdened with such a… heavy… chest. Many nights you'd arrive at his tent just aching to have him rub your back because of how much you've carried during the day, both physically and metaphorically.

Glimmering in the sunlight, your dress stuck to your figure in all the right places; ones he's explored with the palm of his hands. His eyes find you again when you circle around to the side of camp where his tent resides. He also spots the red eyes of Astarion following you as you walk about.

It wasn't a secret you had the figure of a goddess and flaunted it when you wanted to. Gale just wished the other men in camp kept their eyes to themselves and didn't gaze so obviously at you.

Light blue looked ravishing on you, and this garment in particular cut deep down to the bottom of your stomach, leaving nothing to imagination. It had in fact also put your fine legs on display, cutting high up your waist. Scales of metallic fabric reflecting off the hot sun, you shone more than fireworks in the night sky.

Each time you walked by, you sent him a sweet smile and spotted the blush on his cheeks that seemed to intensify with every pass. Watching you approach felt aeons long, every speck of gravity doing its job as you walked. It was nothing of a secret how you felt about your figure; rather than hide it away and feel ashamed for your curves, they were put on display in confidence.

With every pass by the purple tent, you could feel his brown eyes tied to your figure from the moment you approached to when you walked away. And you knew Gale relished in watching you walk away. A man of many simple pleasures in life, drinking you in like a good glass of wine.

Distracted again by the valley of your breasts, envisioning them in his hands from nights betwixt the sheets before. Reverberations of his name in the air, tossed up with other profanities and paths to heaven sent pleasure. There was no changing how magnetically pulled his eyes were to you, even if he wished he could stop staring and focus on something else for once.

Most of his energy was used up concentrating on that damned calm emotions spell to keep himself from imploding on the spot.

Soon enough the sun's light lowered past the mountains, covering the camp in warm torch lighting. Gale was on his last limb attempting to keep himself together throughout dinner. The moment it was time to turn in, he was the first to disappear from the campfire. As quickly as he retreated to his tent, exhaustion from constant concentration hit and the spell dropped.

Relief washed over his mind for a quick moment. That is until his thoughts returned and realized the incantations had only prolonged the inevitable. His pants tightened around his groin, making his clothing wildly uncomfortable.

Not a step outside camp, and he was drained beyond belief. A thought to sleep passed over him, but the shuffling of your feet outside his tent said otherwise.

Gale attempted to steady his breaths and close his eyes to feign sleep, but you knew him better than that. He always said goodnight to you before resting your eyes, which came off as highly surprising upon your entry into the tent.

"Gale, you're still in your robes. Don't tell me you've fallen asleep now…"

He peeks one eye open to see you standing above him, "Hm? Oh, no. Just resting my eyes. Long day."

"We didn't even leave camp…" you chuckled, placing your hands on your hips.

The angle he was viewing you from still didn't help the ever growing arousal in his groin. Distractedly pulsing under the cloth of his robe, his clouded mind would continue to do anything but put him to sleep.

"Oh, I mean just… attempting to learn some new spells. Concentration's tough if I'm not well practiced, so…" he chuckles, sitting up to watch you move about. He was lucky his robe was thick enough to hide any evidence of the predicament hardening in his trousers.

"You? Gale Dekarios, master of the Weave, is not practiced in some areas of magic? Woe is me…" you exclaimed, placing your hand dramatically over your chest.

"The Weave has endless areas of magical expertise, I couldn't possibly study them all in my lifetime… but I'd like to try." he admitted, sitting up on the bedroll.

Though with the knowing look on your face, he trailed off and hoped he was telling enough of a fib to convince you. But you both knew deception was not his strong suit.

"Are you sure about that? Because I could've sworn those weren't the incantations you were reciting…" Your eyebrows raised, smiling at his terrible effort to remain undetected.

He then remembers the night he spent teaching you basic incantations, ones you could cast perfectly nowadays after so long.

"Now Gale, you may be a man of the Weave, but that cannot ever stop your wandering eyes. You're terrible at being subtle." You chuckled, sitting down next to him.

"I…" he sighed, "Perhaps you're right."

"You know I am. This garment is pretty and all, but it has been bothering me all day." you sighed, pouting as you moved closer to Gale.

"Well… maybe you should remove it then." He suggested, letting his eyes drag down the canvas of your body shamelessly. The lower tone of his voice made you smirk, glancing downward to spot what he'd tried to keep contained all day long.

"Just… curious but, what made you choose this outfit for the day? It doesn't look like something you'd wear during battle…" you cocked your head at him.

"I-I mean… I for one am not complaining. It just does not seem comfortable."

His sheepish words burn pink on his cheeks, hoping he's not offended you by making an obvious statement.

"Oh, I didn't wear it to be comfortable, sweet wizard. I wore it to steal the breath from your chest."

Gale swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth from the sight of you, choking on your words. It's true— he's speechless, and there's nothing to be done about how his eyes move accordingly down your body from it.

"Now, help me take this off?"

Gale's eyes lit up, huffing an excited breath before speaking in a low voice. "With pleasure."

You turned your back towards him, letting his hands linger on your waist and dragged upwards, unhooking the chains that held the garment together. Soon as it was a pile of fabric on the floor, Gale's eyes had locked onto you and weren't going anywhere else.

"Lie down and just… relax. This is all for you, Gale. I'm all for you."

Speaking words so soft and gentle to him was still something that felt unearned, as if he didn't deserve to be loved in the way he wished. Almost immediately upon a confession, you'd immediately pledged your heart to him and stayed true to your word about it. There was no end to the things you would do for the man just because you loved him.

His need to be reminded of that was no simple thing to ask for, but even without talking you managed to uncover how he was truly feeling without much more than a glance.

It was no burden; to tell your lover why you'd fallen for him had pride filling your chest.

You would have done anything to make Gale see himself the way you saw him. Dashingly handsome, kind, worthy, good with his tongue and hands.

"I have to say," you began, "your spell work concentration is impressive. But you must be so exhausted…"

"I.. yes, quite." Gale ran a hand through his hickory strands while painting the image of you into his mind.

You could hear his heart pounded in his chest as if he is seeing you for the first time again, succumbing to the moment of bliss as if he never had before.

Brown eyes of your lover darted to paint his eyes over the exposed skin once bare to his view. The valley of your chest was enticing enough, nonetheless when your breasts fluttered freely from the scaled material. Perfectly plush and naturally shaped, they sat with an astuteness.

"You are… a goddess." his whispers fluttered out in the warm light, gazing at you with the tightness in his pants growing by the minute. Your body hovering above him both knocked the air out of his lungs and made time stop.

"And you are the love of my life. No one will ever take me from you."

His head rests on the pillow behind him, trailing your hands down his clothed figure.

"Bit unfair isn't it? You, naked while I'm fully clothed?"

"We'd better fix that then."

You bent down over him, embracing his lips to enchant yourself with his practiced tongue. Running down his chest were your hands, fingertips making a mess of him only by sheer proximity to the tent in his trousers. As Gale lie on his back, those brown eyes filled with the vision of you tossing his clothes to the ground.

He radiated a new kind of pride upon sharing these intimate moments with you, ones he has not shared with anyone else mortal in years. It's a new kind of freedom, to have you and know you trust him with your entire being. To give him part of yourself every day and entrusting you with the same.

Not only were you in front of him in all your glory, but you were still you, gorgeous and his. All his.

His cock throbbed from being confined in his garments all day, pleading and sensitive with the way his crotch jolted upwards when you finally freed his cock.

Alluring eyes met his with a siren’s call, beckoning him to submit and feel all you’re offering him.

"Touch me, like you've wanted to all day. Touch me in the way no one else can. I am yours."

An appreciative hum comes from him as he takes in the image of you.

"I don’t deserve you…” Gale muttered lowly, head swimming with how you shone in the light.

"Gale, please… by the gods, you do…”

Without hesitation, he pressed your lips against his, lavishing in the way your tongue asked for entry this time. Practiced hands move up your back, caressing your skin there before trailing one of his hands down the valley of your chest. Goosebumps lifted across your skin in response, nipples hardening against his chest.

Gale's large hand took point in cupping your breast within his palm, while his thumb ran over the sensitive areola to earn a gasp from you. You were warm and soft in his grasp while your lips moved down his neck.

Each kiss had your tongue flitting against his skin, watching as Gale's head flew back from the sensation. Nothing could've made this moment more perfect; he had everything he ever needed right here. You'd given him more than he thought he deserved, incomparable to anyone else he'd been with in his mortal life. Something about the way you gave, no matter the circumstance. You gave to him your heart, your acts of love and gratitude, with everything inside you. Shamelessly, each time without fail.

To be a receiver is to be worthy, and once you opened his eyes on that which he deserved, it became easier to accept your loving acts.

Down his chest your lips went, dragging your hands along with them for the ride.

"I need you to know,"

Kiss

"that you're enough for me as you are."

Kiss

"I want to show you how much I mean it."

Your last kiss placed right above his navel, where a tuft of hair lay just below, along with his cock standing upright and eager. His brown eyes never left you whilst traversing down his body as if you knew it by heart.

Your nipples ghosted over his skin at times, bringing bouts of sighs to each of you. When you finally gripped him at the base, it was just enough of your touch to make him groan. Gale's low hum reverberated down his chest, where your other hand lay against his torso.

A slow pump of your hand had him resisting with all his might to not thrust his hips up for more friction. You muttered a conjuration spell - one Gale had taught you - and slowly moved your hand up and down, lubricant coating his length.

"If I'd have known this was what you were going to use those spells for…" he chuckles, hiding his blush behind a hand.

"You're lucky I'm a fast learner. Maybe then you would've gotten away with those terrible lies. Though you are a very good teacher."

The compliment had his cock twitching in your hand; perhaps it was that he'd been pent up for too long, or maybe you just knew how to fluster him. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his tip before releasing your hand and began to cup your chest within your own hands.

"What are you…"

You leaned down over him, pressing his cock between the plush of your breasts. His gasp of surprise and pleasurable sensation combined in disbelief that you'd offer him your body in such a way.

"I yearn for this, Gale. For you. To give you my body in such a way. Because I love you."

His arousal was more than heightened when you began moving up and down, head thrown back in ecstasy.

"I love you… more than myself— ahh… For what I would do for you is much more than I could describe in a single breath."

You chuckled, "I know. But tonight is about you. Lay there and look pretty, can you do that for me?"

He nodded, huffing another breath before smiling sheepishly. The pink in his cheeks began to brighten as you continued your movements.

Gale had never been called pretty before, but the instinctive tone of voice it was said in made him hesitant to retort. He had a habit of denying any such compliments only when they didn't pertain to his skillful ways of the Weave. Day by day though, you'd managed to see him blush over said remarks rather than shying away from them.

Perhaps it was easy for you to change him, seeing as he'd devoted his entire heart to you, basking in the warm light you emanated. From being thrust back into the world outside his tower to now, he's felt that same light melting all the walls built up over months of isolation. Gale hadn't been sure whether to embrace that light or shun himself from it until you showed him what a glorious life it could be with you by his side.

His hands gripped at the bedroll cloth, attempting to smother how badly the pleasure you gave was affecting him. Sweat rolled down his temple as his eyes took another glance at you. In your movements you were dedicated, each slow movement another prayer of love.

Gale cursed under his breath, drowning in every slow graze of your skin against the bulging vein of his cock. His chest heaved with every deep breath, concentrating on watching you— though he knew the sight of you like this could make him come fairly easy.

Your nipples grazed the tuft of hair at his base and each time it did so, it was more electrifying than any spell he'd cast. Even as each sensation tormented his brain, etching them behind his eyelids for later, Gale found himself closer to his climax than he would've liked.

"S-stop… gods, I'm close. Don't want to spend myself on your pretty skin. Let me do it somewhere else…"

You looked up, eyes glazed over in want, and you stop instantly before crawling over him. The lightest touches of your torso against his have his breaths turn shaky, knowing how much physical touch sends him over the edge.

"Anything for you, my love."

Your lips pressed against him as you grabbed him by the base and sat down fully on his length. With each inch that pressed into you, Gale felt more pleasure than he thought ever known. You were soaked just by pleasuring him, what a concept to be studied.

Once you were full to the brim, his hands came up to your breasts, twisting your nipple between two of his fingers. His mouth then pressed to the valley in between them, soft kisses that made goosebumps paint your skin.

"Oh, Gale…"

He hummed upon hearing his name, reverberating under your skin and heightening how much you loved his lips even further. Your fingers raked through his hair, nails scratching lightly, but enough to make him sigh again.

Hands traveled from one of your breasts to the other, twisting and pulling and massaging just enough to send you clenching around him. Thus he ended up gripping your waist, watching as your head threw back in pleasure from just his contact.

"This is what you want, isn't it? Torture me with that lavish body of yours just to take me like this when night falls? You truly vex me, my heart, my mind…"

On mind he thrusted deeper into you, beginning to lift your hips above him. You managed to muffle a moan in time, but Gale would be lying to himself if he said he didn't feel his cock throb at the sound.

"Won't last much longer like this…" he managed to get out, taking one of his strong fingers and ran it down your folds before finding your clit.

You clenched around him again, electricity of his touch paralyzing you again. Had the gods truly made him specifically to love you, to know every part as if one with himself? You wondered it all the time, but especially when just a slight touch sent you reeling off into the deep end. Gale was an abyss you chose to swim in, and if you drowned, there was no going back.

His hips pressed up into you whilst lifting yourself above him, bodies combined intimately, soaked in each other's passion. Each of Gale's movements both inside and outside your body jolted you closer to release. His cock kissing the special spot inside you and his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves was enough for you to pull him close as your orgasm neared.

Whispering each other's names truly was the cherry on top, the desperation in Gale's eyes and voice as he quietly moaned sent his hips stuttering inside you.

Both his pleasure and yours heightened to the point of release, enclosing your lips with a kiss and coming undone in each other's arms. The warmth of him transferred to you inside your gushing walls. Gale's movements over your clit helped you ride out your high, wrapping your arms around his neck in exhaustion.

You both stilled for a moment, the air settling as your bodies did, pressed together while your heartbeats steadied.

You felt him soften inside you, pulling off of him before lying down next to his figure. One of your hands traced circles across his chest, passing over the weave mark adorned between his pecs. 

“I love you, Gale.” 

His eyes lifted to yours, “I love you too, so much more than you know.” 

Your lips pressed kisses across his cheeks and then his lips, noting his eyelids becoming heavy with each passing moment. 

“My, you really /did/ outdo yourself today. How many times did you cast that spell?” 

“I lost count after three…” he chuckled, “but I’m just glad it all brought us to this moment.” 

“I am as well. Now, shall we finally have a rest, hm?” 

“I couldn’t agree more.” 

The rest of your night was spent wrapped in Gale’s arms, falling asleep with his warmth surrounding you. A place you would never get tired of being. 

[puppyscatorccio]

realized that you didn't have anything on lottie 😞 but imagine some fluff where you're the one pregnant in the wilderness instead of shauna - you're obviously freaking out but lottie's there to comfort you

-🐈‍⬛

i was actually hoping for lottie requests! i love her so much. this ended up being way longer than i expected. / mdni, sfw, angst and fluff

we all know lottie matthews is the best possible father to have for your children. she doesn't care who the actual father is, because she's taking that role so seriously that it might have everyone else questioning if it's really not hers.

lottie is pretty much the only person you can stand most days. being pregnant was already hell on it's own, but being pregnant, stranded in the middle of nowhere and starving? you'd obviously be more than just a little cranky. it's not exactly unexpected when you snap at others for seemingly no reason, your emotions hightened and much more sensitive. the exhaustion from it all didn't help either; you could barely sleep most nights and it was taking it's tool on you.

even when you snap at lottie, she's still patient. she doesn't blame you for being stressed, not at all. she does everything she can to make sure both you and the baby are safe, her hand constantly covered in cloth from her many blood offers to the wilderness. every morning during prayer, she always takes a minute or two to pray for the baby's health.

lottie who sneaks you some of her portions. you're eating for two after all, and she can't stand it when she hears your stomach rumbling late at night. it truly breaks her heart. sometimes, she won't even tell you, she'll just give you a slightly bigger portion and take a smaller one for herself. insists that you drink her blood tea, too. she can be a bit pushy, but she means well.

lottie who also insists on cuddling. claims that it's for warmth, that it's not good for the baby if you're cold, but she just likes being able to hold you and feel your heartbeat. it's grounding for her in a way that nothing else can even come close. she loves whispering and talking to the baby with her cheek pressed against your belly, whether it's just humming a song or talking about the baby is a blessing, a sign of good things to come.

lottie is by your side the entire time you're giving birth. she refuses to let go of your hand, even when your nails dig in so hard that it bleeds. she tries her best to be comforting, but it's so obvious that she's panicking. the moment you pass out, her anxiety skyrockets.

the moment the baby comes out, silent and completely still, lottie can feel her heart shattering into a million pieces. she doesn't cry, not at that moment, staying strong for you. when you wake up and she has to give the news, it's when it really hits her. he's dead, even though you desperately beg to hear him crying, trying to shake his lifeless, bundled up body awake, like he was merely sleeping.

lottie holds you for hours, letting you sob on her shoulders. she refuses to let go even when you fall asleep, her hand on your chest to make sure that your heart is still beating and that she won't lose you too. only when you're knocked out from exhaustion she cries, burying her face onto the pillow to not make too much noise and risk waking you. she doesn't sleep, barely blinks, just holding you and grieving with you.

or, in a happier scenario that the baby does survive, lottie's fathering tendencies only get worse. constantly fussing over you and the baby to the point that sometimes you have to tell her to leave you alone. she never goes too far, though.

when the others even dare to complain about the baby's cries, lottie shuts them up instantly with a glare. she refuses to have anyone speaking ill of the baby, her baby. she'll act humble if you mention it, but the baby always seems to fall asleep easily on her arms.

lottie who tries to find any kinds of similarities between herself and the baby, even if there are none. "you know, my nose used to look exactly like that when i was a baby. he's just like me..."

[junocandraw]

JEFF THE KILLER REWRITE 1/4

Hey freaks!! Its here!! I’ve tried to post this like 100 times, but I’ve had MAJOR TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES every time. Lets hope that this is the one!

Big thanks to everyone who helped me proofread this and make it all nice and pretty. I’ve worked REALLY HARD on it, so your help was appreciated to the fullest extent.

CW: Blood, Gore, Knives, Seizures, Slenderman, ED, being lit on fire, bullying, if i missed anything please let me know.

DISCLAIMER: This is my first time putting my writing out for the masses. As you can imagine, I’m a little bit frightened. PLEASE be kind. I will take criticism as long as it is VERY VERY nice, and actually helpful. I know commas are gonna be in the wrong place sometimes, I’m human.

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, ENJOY YOUR MONSTER ENERGY AND YOUR LOW CALORIE POPCORN AND READ MY AWESOME REWRITE!!!

The Move

Jeff leaned his pale forehead on the car’s window. It would fog up under his nose as he breathed in and out. The glass was chilly, a testament to the harsh Wisconsin wintertime. The car moved past the bland dairy farms and trees in a blur. The snowy ground contrasted harshly against the dark needles of the pines. The dull weather seemed to punctuate Jeff’s mood.

Jeff was 17, and had been since last April. He was around 5’11 in stature, with dark hair and pale skin. His eyes were light blue, just like his father’s. If you looked at him too quickly, it almost looked like he had no irises. He adorned a disgruntled expression, and his signature smudged eyeliner, both of which were things his parents hated.

“Jeff, how many times do I have to tell you not to touch the windows?” His father, Mike Woods, glared at Jeff through the rear view mirror. Jeff rolled his eyes, and slouched back in his seat dramatically to avoid his father’s gaze, “And don’t get smart with me.” His father threatened without conviction.

Jeff’s father was a short and stout man, less than desirable to look at. He stood at 5’6, head and shoulders. He was balding on the crown of his head, and his face was shaven. His bright blue eyes matched that of his eldest son. He looked grimey. Like someone that you couldn’t trust. This feeling that he emanated matched perfectly with his career in law.

Jeff became bored at sight-seeing, and turned to look at his half brother. Liu Woods sat in the backseat adjacent to him. He was 15, two years younger than Jeff. His bold, green eyes stared out of his own window. They matched very well with his light brown hair that he had inherited from his mother. He wore a black tee shirt, a green cardigan, blue jeans, and Doc Marten boots. His precious sketchbook was situated neatly in his lap. He played music in his headphones, lost in his own world as per usual.

”Are…are we at the town limits yet?” Jeff’s dull Stepmother fiddled with the phone in her hands, glancing between it and the signs on the road. Jeff’s father gave an annoyed sigh, as he answered,

“Not yet. We’ll get there when we get there, Nicole.” His Canadian accent reeked of privilege. Because of their bickering, Jeff turned his attention to his stepmother. She was a real trophy wife: A stay at home mom with bleach blonde hair, and sparkling green eyes. She was blessed with beauty (Though, it had all but faded with age), but not brains.

“How far are we from Milwaukee?” Jeff asked, having just woken up from a nap a few minutes ago. He had asked this question without ill-intent, but his father didn’t see it this way.

“Jeffery, if you bring up Milwaukee again I’m going to lose it. We’re putting that behind us. No more, do you hear me?” Jeff didn’t reply. He knew his father wouldn’t take a minute to slow down the route, so there was no point in playing his games. He instead sighed, and opened his IPod to a Black Veil Brides playlist. He decided letting his anger fester would be wiser than letting it out while his parents were agitated from the move. The move that didn’t have to happen.

Jeff was angry when he realized he had no say in the matter. It wasn’t fair. He was angry when he was packing his stuff, angry when he said bye to his friends, angry when they loaded the U-Haul van, and angry when they said goodbye to their old house. Jeff had always been angry, even when he was a little boy.

Once, when Jeff was in fourth grade, and Liu was in 2nd grade, a couple of 3rd graders had started to call Liu names from the top of a tall play structure. Jeff, protective of his younger brother, stormed up to the top of their tower and pushed both of the bullies to the ground beside Liu. It was around a 10 foot drop, and both boys went down chest-first. One of the boys broke his arm, and the other one had a nasty fractured wrist. To make matters worse, Jeff then took a sharp woodchip from the ground and pinned one of the boys to the earth with his knees. He used it to cut into the face of the boy, ignoring all of his pained screeches that only a frightened elementary schooler could emit.

Jeff was suspended for 2 weeks, and both injured boys were hospitalized. Desperate to protect their precious public image, the Woods parents paid for both of the children’s hospital bills to avoid a lawsuit. When they spoke with the Elementary school counselor, he pointed out lots of previous issues Jeff had with other children. He then suggested that they seek professional help, because their son may have anger issues. This idea was shut down immediately, and the counselor was given Mike Woods’ classic No-Son-Of-Mine speech. Jeff’s parents hated the idea of any of their children being different.

“Elmerville, established 1849.” Liu read the town sign, taking his headphones off.

“Are we almost there?” Jeff asked, fiddling with the arm cuffs of his light blue crew neck, “I’m hungry.”

“You’ve been hungry for the last hour, Jeff.” His father sighed, and moved his hands to the 10 and 2 position on the steering wheel, “Like I said, we’ll get there when we get there, and when we do, you guys can order pizza, or something.”

“Pizza? Really?” Jeff’s mom whispered through gritted teeth.

“Oh come on, it’s just to tie them over until dinnertime.”

“It’s not proper. What will the neighbors think?”

“Of us ordering pizza?” Jeff raised an eyebrow at his silver-spooned stepmother..

“Jeff.” His father growled, glaring at him through the rearview mirror again. Jeff, for once in his life, wasn’t in the mood to argue. He instead looked back over at Liu. He was now drawing, headphones back over his ears. Jeff glanced down at his sketchbook to see a person in a paisley patterned suit, with a description written in blue ink beside them. Jeff figured it must be one of Liu’s characters that he had created.

“That looks awesome.”

“Thank you.” Liu gave an appreciative nod at his brother, his biggest art critic, and fan. Just then, their father turned into a subdivision, and started down a row of large houses.

“Boys, welcome to your new neighborhood.” Their father stated, pleased with the neat array of houses ahead of them.

“It's very…minimalist.” Liu was disappointed at how much character the subdivision lacked, a new trend that he often complained about to his brother. He scratched his neck, and stuffed his sketchbook into his tote bag, saving his current drawing for later.

“Yeah…whatever that means.” Liu’s mother added under her breath.

“It’s perfect, just what the Woods family needs.” Jeff’s father gave a smug smile. The car slowed down, and turned into a paved driveway. Jeff and Liu stared at the house in front of them. The outside was white brick, with a black roof and shutters. The lawn was neatly manicured, completed with bushes that had snow piled on top of them.

The four car doors popped closed in unison, and the family stepped out to examine their new house. The moving van pulled up to the curb behind them, stopping with a high pitched squeal and a hiss.

“Welcome home, everyone.” Mike smiled proudly, fists balled on his wide hips. He walked up to the front door and began to unlock it with the key that had been provided.

“This isn’t home.” Jeff muttered to himself under his breath next to Liu, as the two boys went to grab their boxes from the moving van.

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Once Jeff’s furniture had been unpacked, he laid out on his bare mattress. His sheets and blankets were still in the van, but he didn’t feel like getting them yet. As he was thinking about unpacking, he heard knuckles wrapping on his new door,

“Jeff? Can I come in?” Liu asked timidly. Jeff gave a grunt of approval, and Liu opened the door. He saw his half brother laid out on his mattress like an emo starfish, his room only half decorated.

“What's wrong?” Jeff asked, rolling over so Liu could sit beside him.

“Everything.” Liu answered.

“Yeah. This place is awful.” Jeff’s shadowed eyes narrowed, “It’s so – fake – if that even makes sense.”

“I bet the people are too.” Liu frowned, looking out of Jeff’s window onto the unfamiliar backyard.

“No kidding. Mom’s probably gonna start to bitch at us about everything we do so that we can, ‘Make a good first impression with the neighbors!’” Jeff scoffed, mocking his stepmother’s shrill voice. He then flopped back down onto his bed with a groan. Liu followed,

”Everything is so fake.” Liu sighed, staring up at Jeff’s new white ceiling, “What do you miss the most?”

“I miss hanging out with the team at that one gas station next to our school. A group of us would always go there and get slushies after practice. I miss Stanley too. Losing him was like losing an arm.” Jeff felt choked up describing his home town, and his hockey mentor whom he missed dearly. Stanley Waterbury introduced Jeff to his favorite sport, and trained him from his youth to his adolescence,

“I miss the art room. I miss my oil painting that I never got to finish. I miss Noah and Jacquelyn.” Liu added, kicking his feet that hung over the edge of Jeff’s bed.

“I miss Milwaukee.” Jeff whined, face in his palms. He was ready for his father to be standing behind the door, waiting to strike him for mentioning his beloved hometown. The name of the city they once lived in had become taboo– something that couldn’t be so much as uttered. It hurt Jeff a great deal that a place he once cherished was now nothing more than a hush-hush topic.

No sooner than Jeff had thought of him, he heard his father’s voice booming from downstairs,

“Boys! Come put the rest of these boxes away!” Jeff groaned at this, wanting to take a break from unpacking and reassembling his possessions.

”Coming!” Liu yelled back, “C’mon, if we do it fast we can eat pizza.” He offered Jeff a hand to pull him up.

“Good. I’m starving.” The pair exited Jeff’s new room, and began to descend the stairs together. Their father was putting cushions on the expensive beige couch that they had just purchased. Nicole Woods set up a shabby chic sign over the mantle that read, ‘Home is where the Heart is’ in Rae Dunn font. Jeff found this incredibly ironic, as he felt his heart was back in Milwaukee.

Liu opened the front door, and Jeff followed him outside. They had to avoid the two moving guys who worked together to carry a coffee table into their house. Jeff held the door wide open for them, for which he received an appreciative nod. Liu stood on the steps of the house, waiting for Jeff to follow him outside. They spent the next hour or so bringing their items into the house, unpacking them, reassembling furniture, and dusting. Lots of dusting.

When everything was said and done, the Woods family gathered at a cards table on foldable chairs. They ate their pizza for dinner, much to Nicole Wood’s protest. It was quiet, the only sounds being chewing, and Mike Woods obnoxiously slurping his lukewarm beer.

“So, did you boys get everything unpacked?” Jeff’s stepmom broke the silence, forking at her pizza instead of eating it with her hands like a normal person.

“Mhm.” Liu answered with a mouth full of pizza. Jeff nodded silently, which angered his father for some reason.

“Jeffery?” He looked at his eldest son,

“Yeah.” He answered, without breaking eye contact with his food. However, his father didn’t find his answer sufficient,

“What is your problem, young man? Why can’t you show a little bit of gratitude? Why can’t you sit with your family and have a good time?” Jeff’s head tilted upwards to meet his father’s glare. His eyes were ice, even lighter than his fathers. They were shaded by his messy, dark bangs.

“My family?” His eyes narrowed, “Liu is my brother, but that homewrecker isn’t my mom.” Jeff’s stepmom clutched her hideous, chunky necklace, and turned to her husband to see what he would do. Liu sat silent, staring down at his half-eaten pizza, waiting for the pot to boil over. His father slammed his fist on the table, causing Liu to jolt. He stood up in an attempt to strike Jeff, but Jeff ducked backwards with ease. He pushed his chair out aggressively, leaving his stepmother and brother behind. His father would have none of this. He followed Jeff through the arched doorway and into the dark living room.

Jeff reached the banister of the stairs, but not before his father had caught up to him. He yanked him off the first step by the back of the shirt, and pulled him down to his level. Jeff landed on his ankle and winced with pain. Now he was fuming.

“YOU LISTEN TO ME NOW, BOY!” Jeff was 4 inches taller than his father, so he looked down on him. Jeff loved this. It gave him a sense of control. His father barked in his face, embarrassed that his son had evaded his hand so easily just moments before, “IF YOU THINK FOR A MOMENT THAT YOUR MOTHER AND I ARE GOING TO TOLERATE ANYMORE OF YOUR…DISRESPECT, YOU ARE SORELY MISTAKEN!” Jeff felt glee coursing through his veins at the sight of his father; he knew that Jeff was getting too old to push around. Jeff could see it on his pudgy face. He was terrified.

Jeff narrowed his eyes at his father, challenging him. He wanted to hit him. To hurt him. But he wouldn’t hit first. Jeff’s father accepted his son’s challenge, and swung at him with a weak right hook. Jeff ducked, but not quite in time. He got the top of his head knocked pretty good, inciting a new feeling inside of him.

Jeff felt something unfamiliar triggered in his brain. He was reminded of the countless years he had dedicated to his passion: Hockey. Jeff was one of the best centers in the state of Wisconsin. He had always loved to fight, and had never taken a knee in his entire career, something he constantly bragged about. However, there was something sinister to this fact. Whenever he fought on the ice, he always felt some kind of excitement at hurting other people. He wasn’t sure why, it had just always been like that. It was just who he was.

However, what he was feeling now was different, something he hadn’t ever felt before. All of the sudden, there was a strange ringing in his ears. He looked into his father’s beady blue eyes. He felt irked at the sight of him. Pure, unbridled hatred. Rough as sandpaper, and hot as flames. This, mixed with the aforementioned pleasure blended into something entirely new: Bloodlust.

Suddenly, Jeff lunged at his father, grabbing his thick neck with much force. Jeff’s father stumbled back, and landed against the wooden front door. A family photo fell to the floor with a “Crash!”. Jeff’s father tried to pry his son’s hands off of him, but it was to no avail. Jeff had an insane look to him, something evil swirling within his frozen irises. Just as Jeff was about to really get violent, he heard his stepmother’s shrill voice to the right of him.

“STOP IT, YOU TWO, STOP IT!!!” She cried, pulling them off of eachother, “WHAT’RE YOU DOING?!” It was like a haze had been waved out of Jeff’s face. The ringing was gone, the rage was gone, and the pleasure was gone. Jeff’s father moved away from his son, coughing and gasping for air. He did his best to hide the terror he felt. It wasn’t working.

”Jeff, go to your room. Now.” His stepmother held her husband’s arm. Jeff stood for a moment, unsure of what he was actually going to do. He looked to the arched doorway that led into the kitchen, and saw Liu’s silhouette beneath it. All eyes were on Jeff.

”NOW!” His father screamed. Jeff gave one last glare at his father, before growling with frustration. He stormed up the wooden stairs to his bedroom, and violently slammed the door behind him. He sat on his bed, neatly made with his black bed sheets and his comforter. He looked at his shaking hands, feeling his surging adrenaline begin to fade.

“What…what was that?” He asked himself, startled by how fast he had resorted to strangulation. He turned his head upwards and began to look around his room, “A lamp…a poster…highlighters in a cup…my desk…and my water bottle.” He said all of this to himself whilst taking deep breaths, just as his therapist had instructed him. He felt sick to his stomach.

He laid back on his bed, and stared up at the ceiling, just as he had done with Liu a few hours earlier. He turned over with a sigh, and hugged a pillow close to his body. He watched how the moonlight shone through his blinds onto his bedroom floor in horizontal lines. Soon, he drifted off, anger lingering deep within him.

The Hallway

Jeff’s family moved into their new house during the school district’s winter break. The break came to an end in early January, and Jeff and Liu began to attend their new High School, Elmerville Catholic United, on a Monday. This was an adjustment for the both of them. They had previously attended a public school in the North of Milwaukee. Despite it being underfunded, and the building not being the newest, Jeff and Liu loved it.

Jeff was actually fairly popular. He had friends from all walks of life. He spent most of his time with his hockey team, and he even had a few girls that he had been talking to. Jeff’s academic efforts were never grand, but he had received countless scholarships from colleges for hockey.

Liu, on the other hand, had exceptional grades. He was a sophomore with a steady 4.0. He took lots of AP classes, and did well on his ACTs when he took them. He spent most of his time in the art room. Liu had a small group of friends that shared similar interests, and similar music taste. Being more introverted, he preferred this to a larger friend group like Jeff’s.

Their parents had constantly begged him to switch to the nicer private school in town, and almost forced the boys out a few times. Jeff always bent over backwards for both him and his brother to make sure they weren’t ripped away from their beloved routine.

This new school was like hitting the reset button. The campus had a big library, a huge gym, the newest technology, and had been built very recently. Jeff and Liu would take the asbestos ridden basement and mediocre food at their old school anyday if it meant they could be with their friends again.

“Room 114.” Liu stared down at his schedule card as the pair walked out of the front office, “What about you?”

“Room 212. Damn! I’ve got biology first!” Jeff groaned, science being his least favorite subject.

“That sucks, I’ve got creative writing.” Liu smiled at the paper in his hands,

“How’d you get mom and dad to sign off on that?” Jeff asked, knowing how much his parents despised Liu’s interest in the arts.

“I…uh- didn’t.” Liu whispered sheepishly.

“You got away with that?” Jeff grinned, impressed with his younger brother.

“I guess.” Liu responded absent mindedly.

Jeff didn’t pay attention to any of the lectures. He instead spent his time counting down the minutes until school ended. He felt isolated. He felt like a Freshman again as he aimlessly wandered the halls with no one to talk to. There was a ban on phones and IPods in the building, so Jeff wasn’t able to communicate with his brother. What Jeff hated the most was the school uniforms. Stuffy crewnecks and ugly khakis were all the eye could see, leaving no room for any sort of individuality. Jeff felt like he was being strangled to death by the arbitrary rules.

At last, the final bell rang out. After the afternoon prayer had been concluded, Jeff collected his homework on the way out of his 8th period class. Just as he was about to walk through the doorway behind his teacher, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, and was met with another boy around his age. He was just a little bit shorter than Jeff, with a sleeper build. He had fox colored hair and eyes like cobalt. His face was vaguely freckled and he had a scar on his chin.

“You’re the new kid?” He questioned Jeff, leaving no room for pleasantries.

“Yeah...” Jeff answered hesitantly, disliking the feeling that he was getting from this kid.

“And you play hockey?”

“Yeah...”

“Did you play for Stormbreaker Elite?” The boy asked, his head tilting slightly. Jeff was surprised

“How do you-“

“I guess you’ll be playing here then? I’m the team captain.”

“Yeah. I signed up for the team way before I got here.” Jeff answered coldly.

The boy nodded, a slight smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. Just then, two other boys appeared from the dimly lit classroom behind him. One of them was a skinhead that had a chip in one of his canines. He was lanky, all knees and elbows. The other boy was the opposite. He was pudgy and slow. Jeff could hear him breathing out of his mouth, which grossed him out. He would occasionally toss his greasy brown hair with a flick of his head.

“Did you actually commit to Wisconsin?” This kid was starting to get on Jeff’s nerves with all of his questioning.

“Sorry, who are you?” Jeff shifted his weight onto his other foot.

“This is Troy,” Randy tilted his head towards the fat kid, “and Keith. I’m Randy. My dad is Mr. H.”

“Who?” Jeff raised an eyebrow and folded his arms.

“Mr. H? The AD? Are you slow?” Randy sneered. His friends chuckled at this comment.

Jeff began to piece the situation together: This was an attempt at intimidation. Jeff tried not to let his short temper control him, and instead attempted to salvage the conversation,

“So…do you all play hockey?” The question was both a peace-offering, and a way to gauge how often he would have to encounter these douchebags.

“Yeah?” The skinny kid scoffed, eyeing Jeff up and down. Jeff took a deep breath, telling himself that he wouldn’t be controlled by his anger.

“Well, I just moved here. I live over in Clairmont.” Jeff explained, pretending to be blind to their malice.

“I don’t remember asking you.” Randy sneered, sizing Jeff up with his cerulean eyes. Jeff felt like throwing his fist at Randy’s mouth as hard as he could, but he refrained.

“What’s your problem, dude?” Jeff challenged, “I don’t even know you.”

“The problem is that you think you can just waltz in here and join the team halfway through the season without even trying out.” The skinny kid narrowed his eyes at Jeff, and the fat kid glared even harder.

“After all, I’m the best center in our district, so don’t think you’ll be getting any playing time.” Randy spoke with a pompous tone.

“Does your skill get you your minutes, or your Dad’s job?” Jeff watched Randy’s smirk disappear. It was clear that he had never been stood up to before.

“Look at my stats and ask me that again.” Randy shot back, his feet moving to a fighting position. Jeff knew that he could absolutely wreck Randy if he wanted to. The problem was his goons. Randy was protected, which only frustrated Jeff further.

“How about you look at my stats? You seem to know everything about me already, right? Do you like digging through your Dad’s shit when he’s not in his office?” Jeff also moved his feet to get a better stance. All of the sudden, a voice broke the tension between the boys,

“Mr. Woods?” When Jeff turned around, he saw a man he didn’t recognize. He had the same fox-colored hair as Randy, but it was grayed from age. His eyes shone a lighter blue. His face was weathered, but he wore a pleased expression. He held a clipboard, and had a whistle around the neck of his red polo shirt. The same haze of bloodlust that had been over Jeff’s consciousness during the fight with his father evaporated. Jeff hadn’t even realized it was there to begin with.

“You’re definitely the older one.” The man whispered to himself, biting on the end of his pen. He brought the ink down to the paper and scribbled some notes down. Jeff turned slowly to side-eye Randy and his goons. They all glared at him, but none spoke a word. It amused Jeff how quickly the boys had lost their macho attitudes once the administrator had arrived.

“Hello?” Jeff’s eyes darted between Randy’s crew and the adult, who he assumed was Randy’s father. The man looked up, and smiled at Jeff. He tucked his clipboard under his arm, offering Jeff a hand to shake.

“I’m Peter. Peter Hayden, but you can call me Mr. H. I’m the athletic director here at ECU.” Jeff shook his hand firmly, and then shoved his hands into his pants pockets. For some reason, he felt that Mr. H’s tone was laced with insincerity. Jeff had only known Randy for a little bit, but he was certain that this was his father.

”I’m Jeff. We spoke over Email last month about me transferring here.” This comment made Mr. H chuckle a bit.

”I remember. So, you’re going to Wisconsin?” Jeff nodded, his eyes widening a bit, “That’s great! It’s been a while since we’ve had a D1 recruit on our hands.” Mr. H turned his attention to the group of boys,

“You boys can go home. Practice is cancelled today because of the weather.” Randy gave one last glare at Jeff, before leaving the classroom with his punk friends. Mr. H wrote a few more things down on his clipboard, before turning his attention back to Jeff,

“Well, you wanna come see the rink?” He offered Jeff another pretentious smile. Jeff nodded, and began to follow Mr. H out of the classroom.

The two walked together through corridors and hallways that Jeff recalled being lost in earlier that day. The layout of the school was finally starting to make sense in his mind. Eventually, they wandered through the gym where the girl’s basketball team was practicing free-throws in groups. Jeff hated the awkward silence, and decided to strike up a conversation with Mr. H,

“Is that your son?” Mr. nodded, followed by a sigh,

“Yep. Did he give you any trouble?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” Jeff responded coldly as Mr. H waved to the coaches across the gymnasium. The Athletic Director sighed again, and shook his head.

“My son, Randy, is…territorial…if that makes sense. When he feels his control is threatened, he tends to lash out at others. I’m starting to regret talking about you so much with my wife. I’m sure when he heard “Wisconsin University,” He took that as a threat to his power.” Mr. H was being way too honest with Jeff, another red flag.

The administrator pushed open a double door at the end of the gym that opened into a dim, concrete hallway. At the end of it, Jeff saw the ice rink. The pair walked up to the boards, and looked out onto the ice.

The rink was very nice, and in good shape, a testament to the Catholic school’s wealth. There were sponsorship banners all across the ceiling, including, of course, Jeff’s father’s law office. Hanging directly over the court was the American flag, the Vatican Flag, and the Wisconsin state flag. There was a huge scoreboard on the wall at the other end of the rink, adjacent to the 6 state championship banners from past years.

“Wow…” Jeff couldn’t lie; he was impressed. At his old school, they rented a rink in town for practice and for games. He hadn’t been informed that this one would be attached to the school.

“Yep. It's a real pain to keep it cool in the summertime.” Mr. H sighed. He made a sudden left turn and continued walking. Jeff had to jog a little to keep up with his long strides. They went under the concrete bleachers and to a red door that read, “Boys Locker Room.” In navy blue letters. Mr. H used one of the various keys on his keychain to unlock the door, and Jeff followed him inside.

Once they entered, Mr. H flicked the lights on. The locker room was very spacious, and very spirited. Both walls were lined with alternating red and blue lockers, and, “HARD WORK” was painted on the wall above them. All of the lockers were labeled with the players' names. Mr. H pointed at a blue locker towards the middle of the left wall,

“This one’s yours, kiddo.” When Jeff got closer to it, he could see his name engraved on a metal tag. Mr. H got his clipboard back out and scribbled on it for a moment, before handing Jeff a detention slip. Jeff was confused for a moment, before noticing it was blank. He turned it over and found a locker combination. He looked up at Mr. H, who laughed at him,

“Did I scare ya? Go on, open it!” Jeff messed with the combination lock before finally managing to open his locker. He was taken aback at the sight in front of him. A white helmet, two brand new home and away uniforms, a reversible practice jersey, and a backpack were situated neatly inside, along with a bag of new stick wax, grip tape, a few stickers, and a keychain ice skate sharpener. Jeff felt as though he had just opened a present under his Christmas tree. Jeff turned back to Mr H, who had that phony smile again.

“As long as I get some playing time.” Jeff thought, returning a fake smile to Mr. H.

“I assume you have a stick, skates, padding and all that stuff, right?” Jeff nodded, and turned to his locker full of gifts, then back to Mr. H,

“Thank you so much!” Jeff cheesed, milking his situation dry.

“No problem. If you need anything at all, come visit me in my office, and I’ll be happy to assist you. Welcome to ECU.” With that, Jeff grabbed the small gifts and put them into his new backpack. He left his uniforms so that they would be ready come game time.

Jeff said his final goodbye to Mr. H at the front office, and left through the front doors of the school. He found Liu waiting beside his car, clutching his body, and shivering. He was shaking like a leaf from Wisconsin’s bitter cold.

“There you are! I called you like 7 times!” Liu complained, his bright green eyes standing out against his red face. Jeff shrugged, and unlocked his car,

“My phone died. Sorry, man.” Jeff opened the door behind the driver’s seat and threw his belongings on the floor of the vehicle. He offered to take Liu’s, who politely declined.

“It’s fine.” Liu sighed, climbing into the passenger seat beside his brother. Jeff stuck his key in the ignition of his white Santa Fe, and warm air began to flow from the vents. Liu noticed Jeff’s new red and blue backpack in the back seat. Jeff struggled to plug the car charger into his phone, “What’s all that?” He asked, as Jeff put the car in reverse and backed out of his parking spot.

“The athletic director found me in my last class and took me to the rink. I got a bunch of goodies and stuff too. He’s totally fake just like everyone else here, but hey, at least I know I’m getting some playing time.” Jeff smirked, turning onto the main road and out of the high school.

“Dang.” Liu criss-crossed his legs up on the seat, “How was school?” Jeff noticed the change in Liu’s tone. He almost sounded sad.

“Dumb.” Jeff sighed, “I almost got into a fight at the end of the day.”

“Jeff, what?! It's your first day!” Liu buried his face in his hands and shook his head, “What is wrong with you?!”

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t serious.”

”Jeff, any fight you almost get into on your first day is serious.” Liu panicked, wondering how his older brother could be so calm.

“Relax. The athletic director intervened, and I got away unscathed.” Jeff fondly recalled how lucky he had been.

”How?”

“Well, I was about to leave class, and this kid named Randy came up to me and started telling me to bitch and moan about me joining the team. He plays hockey too, and he’s the team captain, or something. It was pretty stupid.” Jeff watched as a bad driver changed lanes ahead of him without signaling.

“But you didn’t fight him?” Liu narrowed his eyes, skeptical of his half-brother.

“I didn’t. Believe me, I could have broken his twig ass in half. He’s okay because I let him be.” His turn signal clicked quietly as he spoke. Jeff neglected to tell Liu that Randy was the Athletic Directors son, because he didn’t want him to worry.

“Was he blond?” Liu asked, turning away from his brother towards the window.

“No, why?” Liu went quiet, “Liu?” Jeff felt the atmosphere change as he made a left turn into their subdivision.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry.” Liu looked out of his window, trying to ignore Jeff’s questioning.

“It’s not nothing. Don’t lie to me, what happened?” Jeff gripped his steering wheel tighter, trying his best to push his feelings down.

“You know how it is…moving to new schools…” Liu paused again, trying not to set his older brother off. Jeff felt that intoxicating haze return. It was even stronger than before. anger, it was something stronger. Something scary. Even for Jeff.

“I’ll kill him…” Jeff whispered. This phrase fell out of his mouth. He didn’t even know where it had come from.

“Jeff, it wasn’t that bad. I promise.” Liu sighed, setting his hand on his brother’s shoulder as he put the car in park on the street outside of their house, “Really, it's not a big deal.”

”Did he hurt you?” Jeff asked. His voice wasn’t normal. It was different. Only slightly, but it was different.

“No. I’m fine.” Liu answered honestly. Jeff paused, his eyes fixed forward on the street in front of him. That ringing had come back, like an angel singing in his blood. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Okay.” Jeff muttered, and switched the keys off. Before Liu could exit the car, he felt his brother’s firm grip on his shoulder. He looked back to see Jeff with a strange look, one he had never seen before, “Promise that you’ll tell me if something happens. Okay, Liu?” Liu gave a slight smile, and pulled his older brother in for a tight hug.

“I promise. I love you.” He patted his brother on the back firmly.

“I love you too.”

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That night, Jeff had a strange dream. He found himself walking through a forest against his will. He wasn’t sure where he was going, or how he got there in the first place. He just kept walking forward, unable to stop. He felt tired, as though he had been walking for hours. The night was chilly, but not unbearable. The sky above him twinkled beautifully, an unmatched dark blue spotted with glowing stars. The smell of wet earth and pine permeated the air. The wind would sometimes blow and sting his face, yet he persisted in his walking.

He reached a clearing in the forest, and he finally stopped walking. He fell to his knees, too exhausted to feel the scrapes and cuts all over his body from the tree branches he fell into. All of the sudden, there was a faint ringing in his ears. Nothing significant, but still noticeable. He looked around. The space was illuminated by moonlight that shone through the opening in the tree canopy.

All of the sudden, Jeff felt a sharp pain in the front of his head. He winced, and touched his face. When he opened his eyes, his hands were stained with blood. He gasped, and looked up. Standing there in the clearing was a man. Jeff was perplexed, as no one had been there moments earlier. That's what Jeff thought, but the more that he looked, the more inhuman the figure seemed.

It was only shorter than the trees around it. It stood as still as a statue. Its arms were long, reaching all the way down to his knees. Its fingers were long too. Boney, and pale. Strangely, it wore a suit completed with a black tie. An odd outfit choice for the middle of the woods. Jeff’s eyes widened in horror when his eyes fell on the top half of the creature. The creature lacked a face entirely. Its features were replaced with smooth white skin, indents where they should have been.

Jeff gained control of his body once more, and began to scramble backwards. The creature didn’t move its body, but it did move its location. It was like every time Jeff blinked, the figure would be in a new location even closer to him. The ringing in his ears grew louder. Before Jeff could get away, inky tentacles reached out from the creature’s back, and grabbed his ankle. Jeff was pulled back, and his body was raked across the forest floor. His chin scraped against rocks and roots, and his hands were red from trying to to grab hold of the forest floor.

Jeff’s body was lifted off of the ground by his ankle, and pulled up into the air. He was stopped abruptly. Jeff was too frightened to open his eyes. When he did, he was face to face with the creature. Jeff screamed, but he was too frozen to do anything. Just then, the creature spoke to him,

“Jeffery…” It breathed, barely audible. Its voice sounded like the wind through the trees. Blood poured down Jeff’s face from out of his nose and into one of his eyes. The ringing grew even louder by the second. He couldn’t see, but he couldn’t do anything about it. His hands were limp, and he couldn’t move them no matter how hard he tried. He watched helplessly through the one eye he had left as two more pitch black tendrils emerged from behind the monster.

He felt one of the tendrils slip into his mouth, and then the other. They tugged harshly on the corners of his mouth, growing stronger with every second that passed. Then, they started ripping. Jeff felt an excruciating burn in his cheeks as the monster’s tentacles tore through his flesh. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. He couldn’t even blink. He felt more crimson blood spurting out and trickling down his face. Now he was blind in both eyes. All Jeff could do was hang limply by one of his legs and bleed while the monster laughed at his suffering.

Jeff woke with a start in his bed, his chest heaving and his eyes wide. He wiped the sweat dripping from his brow with his hoodie sleeve. He loosened his grip on the bedsheets, and began to come back to his senses. He touched his face with his fingertips, and found that his cheeks were perfectly intact. He gave a deep inhale, and dropped his shoulders as he exhaled.

“Man…What was that?” He thought, recalling the nightmare he had just had. Never before had he experienced a dream so vivid in his life. He tossed his covers off and sat on the edge of his bed. He pulled some fuzzy socks over his feet. The glow from the moon outside illuminated the end of his bed, and his floor in stripes from the blinds. He stepped quietly to his bedroom door, and turned the knob. He snuck down the hallway to the bathroom, and shut the door before flipping the light.

He stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He was relieved to find no blood on any part of his face. His fluffy, black hair was a bit tousled from his active sleep. He had forgotten to wash his eyeliner off the previous night, and black circles wrapped around his eyes like a racoon. Upon inspecting his complexion, he found an odd red tint to his skin. The welts started at the corners of his mouth and ended right beside his sideburns, almost in the shape of a smile. The two lines were directly where the tendrils had cut into him in his nightmare. Jeff touched his face. The welts felt feverishly hot, but the rest of the skin on his face was clammy and cold. He took a deep breath and bit his lip, running his fingers through his hair.

“I was probably…scratching or pulling on my face or something while I was sleeping. That’s why it looks like that…That's why I had that dream.” He gripped the roots of his hair, trying his best to self-soothe. The more he woke up, the more he felt embarrassed at the thought of an external force causing him harm. He turned the sink faucet on, and splashed cold water onto his face. When his gaze fell back on his reflection, the marks went away, and he had black lines running down his face from his ruined eyeliner. He took a makeup wipe out of the pack in the vanity drawer, cleaned his eyes, and tied his hair up into a low bun. He then snuck back to his room and returned to peaceful sleep for the rest of the night.

WOW YOU MADE IT THIS FAR YOU TROOPER!! GO TO PART TWO!!!

[lutawolf]

My Personal Weatherman and the D/s element Ep 2

I got my regular inbox from @notfreetoday I adore you. Thank you for always taking the time to explain things and cheer me on. So let's start this post off with some info from them. Also, if you haven't read ep 1 first, that can be found here.

"Oh oh @LutaWolf 💜 you might want to know - about the whole dryer/only 1 bedsheet thing - The author of the original manga clarified through a tweet that the line "it's been 3 years since then" that was posted in Ep 1 actually meant it's been 3 years since the convo they had in the library - at this point in the story they've only been living together for a few months. Hahaha, too many people were confused by how they've been supposedly together for 3 years but seem relatively new to each other"

For further elaborations from notfreetoday check out their post here.

Poor Yoh, he's already missing the D. Bless him. I personally feel this is a valid response to a lack of sex. I would likely have skipped making the cute doll and gone straight to the priest. But that's just me.

As soon as Segasaki enters the house, he's looking for Yoh. When he looks around and notices a dark home, he goes right to his room. Yoh is concerned because he thinks this must be due to Segasaki wanting food, but Segasaki immediately corrects this.

There is a lot going on. First, Segasaki knows something is wrong with Yoh. Okay so, it's been three years since the conversation but a few months of living together. Yet Segasaki already seems to catch on to things concerning Yoh, which I would expect from a Dom but not this fast. It makes me wonder how long Segasaki actually had been watching Yoh prior to even approaching him with the deal. Also, he left the door open when he left. Like offering up an invitation. Come out here. Come be with me.

Then in the next scene. There he is, immediately sitting down and being with Yoh.

Sure, he makes excuses as to why, but only Yoh doesn't realize their excuses. He's also being super considerate. He could demand Yoh spend time with him, but he's trying to find Yoh's boundaries. Then when Yoh goes to fix him a plate, he immediately stops him. Though it's in such a stoic way as to confuse Yoh.

A Dom can feel insecure too, and that's what I feel we may be seeing from Segasaki. Which is why we are getting attention seeking demands from him. That Yoh once again completely misreads. Segasaki wants to feel connected to him.

Again, he notices something off with Yoh and asks, but Yoh doesn't talk. And he doesn't push. The drink. I freaking love that he drinks from Yoh. I do this so often but have never seen it represented in a show or movie before, it tickles me.

These two are both so in love with each other, but they're both just stupid. Waking him up to make sure he goes and sleeps in a bed. Segasaki's sadness at being late and likely missing the Yoh making him dinner. You can see Yoh's instant sadness at being told not to make dinner for him. For all he complains about being a "servant" he sure does get upset when the duties are taken away. And let me repeat, in my opinion he is in no way a slave/servant, that's just how he views himself. It is not how Segasaki views him, and for a slave/servant he is given far too many liberties.

Here is the thing about M/s relationships. The master owns the slave. Slaves have absolutely no power. The best example is actually Hira from My Beautiful Man, prior to them developing a relationship anyway. Now, outside of fiction, the submissive 100% consents to this. This is not what we are seeing with Yoh. He is giving off all kinds of brat vibes, and Segasaki is allowing it. Which is why I'm saying what I'm saying about Yoh.

In general, M/s and BT/b won't be in the same room. We have a whole different view on D/s relationships. A Brat Tamer and brat will likely have experience in M/s relationships, but a M/s will have zero experience in BT/b relationships. Did I lose you? A Brat Tamer and brat when entering the kink community will often explore themselves and all the D/s spectrums, but once landing on BT/b, they stop. They've found themselves. A Master and slave will never explore BT/b, we either disgust them or confuse them.

I adore how he realized what he was doing and threw down the teruteru bouzu like it was going to contaminate him.

Ugh, why we got to talk about a woman's cleavage. Especially as another female. Why put a female down over fucking tits? I get that this story line is meant to sure as initiating the jealousy from Yoh. I personally don't appreciate it, though. They could have easily established it without discussing how a female should or should not dress. Honestly, though, I think they did it in order to put the woman's tits on display, and I'm not mad at it. I hit the pause button and gave suitable appreciation for the support that bra was giving her.

Segasaki is completely oblivious to anyone other than Yoh and given the opportunity of getting home early to him. He is taking it. Sorry party lovers.

OH, that look Segasaki gives after the initial "huh!" is a look that I'm sure had subs alike backing up from their screen. That look, is a Dom's I'll be damned, look. I personally got giddy over it. Yup, "You have the nerve to do this when someone is holding back?" The fact that he was allowed to push him away, and rather than getting punished, Segasaki begins cleaning up after him. That's a Brat Tamer and brat. Each Dom in my opinion has a different type of patience. You can't beat a Deep Dom when it comes to play but lifestyle, that's hands down a Brat Tamer. We are more likely to be charmed and amused by things that would set other Doms off. But there are no doubts that he is Dom. He said stop drinking, and he isn't backing down.

Oh, that shut up takes him by surprise and pauses him. His face tightens in annoyance, but he waits and listens to Yoh. He is not too happy when Yoh says that he'll make lots of money and get out of there. He wants an explanation, but his brat pushes him away. These two are a shitshow. A train wreck that I can't look away from. Drunk Yoh is a brave and talkative Yoh. On the bright side, we are getting mush needed things said.

Oh damn, there is lots of anger there. Yoh is very pushy, and let me say that only a guilty Dom would put up with that shit. "You never smile at me like that."

"I'm tired. I'm tired when I'm with you. I hate it."

And I have just fallen in love with Segasaki as a Dom. I've been falling since the first episode, but now he has cemented it. When Yoh says this, Segasaki becomes self reflective. Sure he's sad, that's expressed in facial expression and body language, but he isn't mad, and then we see that he's appreciative. Which he expresses to Yoh.

He rubs his head, "You talk a lot when drunk." Then he smiles. Ohhh, I was wrong about the rain. It happens people. I still maintain that he saw Yoh's anticipation and enjoyed it, though. You are not going to convince me otherwise. Segasaki was trying to respect a boundary. Meanwhile, Yoh is like, "Can't we buy a dryer." Bro isn't good with just going and buying an extra sheet. No, homeboy wants a dryer so he can get that D on the regular without worrying about sheets.

OMG! I love these two so fucking much. Segasaki is like, you accepted my proposal, and now you're saying you don't want it. Giving a whole new meaning and light to it that has Yoh scrambling to catch up. Segasaki calls him an idiot. He also asks Yoh if he hates him and when Yoh says nothing, he says whatever and rubs Yoh's head. Though this time it's not affectionately. I think he knows that Yoh doesn't really hate him, but he doesn't know how to get the relationship on track either.

The next previews look promising and I'm excited!

Hope you guys enjoy! 💜💜💜

[ipegchangbin]

changbin pegger i invite you to walk with me, come on take my hand, here’s a suspiciously perfect peach for you my love.

i’ve been having dreams and visions and hallucinations, a single face plaguing my every waking thought, a certain curly haired fiend (no no, not our usual small chunky furry friend) today i command a “bang chan” as they (kids these days) call him. in my dreams i am sitting at a bar all dark and cool and tall and beautiful and mysterious, as i am, and this enchanting little minx is just sitting there, all cute and pretty and fuckable, as he is, and i want him and he wants me but he’s shy u know :( the poor guy, he steals his glances and i just full on ogle, send a smirk his way here and there, but oh no he’s turning away now and he’s not smiling back, maybe i read him wrong maybe he- or not because he’s suddenly making his way over, conjuring up some confidence, okay my turn! i entertain him a little, we talk, i buy him a drink (it’s just coke, he says he doesn’t drink, he’s just here with friends, it’s okay i can work with that) maybe, maybe just maybe he’s staring at my lips too much by the time our drinks are gone and we’re all close and personal, and mayyybe we kiss and everything is beautiful, the sun sets as a double rainbow paints the sky and i can hear the laughter of a thousand pink dolphins

and then i take him to my penthouse (the club bathroom) AND I FREAK IT, I FREAK IT SO GOOD SO NICE SO SWEET, as i do, we both came so much all over his stomach and i have to set him on the counter to catch his breath and then i clean him up and leave first, and he never stops thinking about me, i intentionally did not give him my number, whatever i said about being dark and mysterious (and did i mention tall and beautiful?) and no dick will ever compare to mine

and then i wake up changbin pegger unfortunately 😣😣😣😣

side note: i realized writing this it’s probably my first time sending an ask in my years of tumblr history, i’ve never had anything to say but u enchant me changbin pegger they should make u president of the world

beloved fruitcakebin you have truly blessed me with your experience in the dreamworld and i cannot get enough of this (and thank you for the beautiful peach it mustve taken you far too many laps around your grandfathers land to find the perfect one)

🏷️ sub!bang chan, dom!gn!reader, public bathroom tipsy sex

i love the idea of discovering and befriending a meek channie while in a social event…there’s something so charming about a guy who doesn’t even want to drink alcoholics to let loose.

maybe you’re the vice he’s looking for.

so as you make your advances, inch closer and get the boy’s awkwardness riled up to a ten, he looks cuter when he’s flushed and flustered. as pink as the peach you offered to me — peach soda in his hands — and he’s drowning in both the fizzy sip and your sparkling gaze.

you’re eating him up with your eyes alone.

or maybe your lips, because before you both know it, the self-introductions turn into spontaneous kisses.

neither of you know how it happened, maybe it was the intimate distance and semi-privacy in a sea of drunk people, but

you invite him over to the restroom with you because “you need someone to guide you” or something of the sort: it doesn’t matter, he follows you anyway. you expect him to.

he’s a mindless dog at this point, only loyal to a person he just met.

he follows you into the stall without thinking at all and you’re grateful that nobody seems to notice, because his eyes are only set on you even if he’s sober yet drunk on your love.

realizing he’s right there in the stall with you, you say “fuck it” out loud and it gets his cock harder than it already was. you can tell how hot and heavy it is, straining against his pants as you pull the fabric down while crashing your lips against his plump ones again.

chan tastes the alcohol on your mouth but also the sweetness of lust and it spurs him on. he moans without a care in the world and he’s accidentally loud. when you break away from the kiss, he hungers for more, leaning in with a desperation that you have to chuckle at. you’ve never met one like him.

“y/n,” he mutters and you’re surprised he still remembers your name, “may i touch you?”

you smirk. “hmm, i wanted to touch you first.”

you cup his balls through his underwear and he whimpers like a hurt puppy, but there’s a need and satisfaction in his system that he can’t explain. it feels too good to be wrong but he lets your hand play with him, running your fingers up the shaft before squeezing his thick cock even if it’s so big and dumb that it barely fits your hand.

you jerk him while kissing him — more like biting his lips and leaving hickeys on surrounding sensitive skin — and he’s undressing you hurriedly, cupping your chest and reaching for your bottoms only to realize that he’s about to get fucked with the aggression escalating from your end.

you rub your crotch on his exposed cock and ride his lower body against the wall, grabbing him by the neck and calling him pathetic things.

“such a good boy. can’t believe you were so shy. do you want to be a slut or do you want to be my favorite toy?”

chan’s head spins and he can’t keep up, your hand digs into his neck while the other tugs on his hair as you keep going and going. your hips roll so well on his, his pelvis starts to shake from the sheer pleasure, your words and raspy post-tipsy voice takes him to heaven, you ride his shirt up to expose his toned stomach, and—

“y/n! fuck!”

he cums, screaming almost, shooting his own load all over himself while you spray your essence on his cock.

you lick up the hand marks on his neck, down to his heaving chest (and nipples), and lick his own cum off his abs. he’s so particularly savory with a sweet aftertaste that it might just addicting.

chan’s a shaking mess and he backs into the wall of the stall while you clean up his still-leaking cock with your tongue.

but it feels so good.

you don’t give him your number. you don’t do anything. you merely kiss him goodbye and all he has of you is your cum on his body, your alluring face ingrained in his mind, along with a dark and mysterious name that haunts him for what seems to be forever.

a week later, your stroll downtown makes you meet face-to-face with chan again, and he looks like a puppy that found its way back home.

“hi, y/n!” he smiles, as if he hadn’t just had a wet dream about you the night prior to your fated meeting.

thank you beloved fruitcakebin, ill think about this ask forever, you should start writing this (while i write dj!chan)

[kit-kat-jo]

My Murder Drones Finale analysis… 1/2 - 2/2

i stayed up until 2 am with friends last night (who i roped into binging the series with me) freaking the fuck out and theorizing, so next morning post hello!

i am FAR from done with this series, it’s been my hyperfixation and comfort show for over a year, and i pray y’all don’t die out too quickly because i have so much left to share. This show and community has blessed me in so many ways, and no way I’m letting it go just yet.

so now, of course, my frame by frame crazy analysis! ready? cool!

spoilers of course!

firstly i love how the first character they hone in on is the teacher, just laying on his desk and accepting his fate. like “really?……. ok. i guess.” fucking hilarious. man is so done.

the solver straight up pulling a Cluster from Steven Universe is not what i expected…. but so on brand. truthfully i don’t understand how in the end, uzi killed THIS whole fucking thing too when swallowing the [null], but if this finale proved anything to me its that about fifty loose ends are kept loose. and that’s… oddly okay with me?

you spin me like a ballerinaaa-

on my first rewatch i realized she tried to yell out “MOM!” in the vacuums of space… what if i just fucking cry?

mother daughter bonding… i’m so glad they have the chance to properly meet. :’) give this woman a drone body post finale so she can give her girl a hug…

SPACESHIP PILOOOTTT!! i love how all the fan content of N pulling Uzi from space into a ship came to fruition! it makes my little heart happy!!

proud of N here for being mad at her!! it doesn’t last long like i knew it wouldn’t, but still.

another thing i realized in my rewatch is that he stops being mad as SOON as he sees her cry? STOPPP😭💔

and yeaahhhh that doesn't last long.

CLOSEST to a walle kiss i got. and i’m HAPPY with it!!!!! just uh... gonna draw in that little spark later...

solver said: stop being straight :)

this whole scene makes my heart SCREAM, they’re so goofy and awkward and cute, they’re dating!!! i’m so proud of them!! them continuing to do coupley things throughout the fights coming next was absolutely too much.

oh you…. you hear something guys?? YOU SEE THAT?

MY WIFE LIVES!!!!! “itd be better if she stays dead nehnehneh” /lh NUH UH!!!!!!!! ANDDD she’s riding in on the fucking sentinel! my life…. my life is complete…. and i heard that “will it ever end for me,” so Eternal Dream IS one hundred percent HER song!

Oh, V. “We were supposed to get away, J! You said we do our jobs on this planet, and it leaves us alone!” as soon as this was said, i REALIZED. and oh, my GOD, all of V’s actions make so much sense now. J, as the leader of the squad, led V to believe that if they all did their jobs, killed blindly until no drone was left, cyn would leave her and N alone. no more messing with them, tearing them open, mutilating them and traumatizing them. as long as she made N do his job, he would be safe. I’M GONNA BE SO FUCKING SICK!!!!! J mislead them this whole time and was on the solver’s side! she knew tessa was long gone! as much as i wanted a J plot where she realizes she’s on the wrong side, i can’t say i wasn’t secretly expecting something like this.

“There’s no escape, even in death!” J has given up. she sided with the solver to end her own suffering. she sided with the abomination that was tearing them apart, tired of fighting against it. Oh, J. That’s so tragic. Fucked up what you put your teammates through, though.

the aforementioned coupley stuff. YAAAAAAALLLLLLLLUHHH. get a room

now to the fucked up shit. can i just say how much i love cyn’s animations here? she’s so fucked up. love her

you did a lot more than hurt his feelings girlie, LOOK AT HIM! his pure, horrific fear here actually broke me.

ran out of space for images! here pt 2!

[megamagimugi]

My very, VERY dear Mugi. Where do I even begin to express how much your art, and you, mean to me? From the beautiful, BEAUTIFUL pieces you made for my first fic "Anything for him," which was a complete surprise and had me smiling the widest smile ever, to this same week with the absolutely STUNNING piece you made for the first anniversary of my Dream Team fic "Keeping you warm," which has now become my phone wallpaper... both our friendship and you as an artist have grown so much and I just couldn't be happier and prouder 💖💖💖

I've told you many times and I'll keep saying it: your art is a true wonder, my friend. A gift for the eyes, a complete delight to watch. I don't exaggerate whatsoever when I say I want to print and frame it because it's THAT awesome. And I can only be incredibly honored and grateful that you've graced me with it so many times and brought to life many of my ideas in your wonderful style, including my beloved girl Violet. I'm so blessed 🫂🫂🫂

And of course, I'm MORE than blessed to have you as one of my best, closest friends. I freaking LOVE chatting with you! Just hearing from you always brightens my day, and just so you know, you're helping me a lot to boost my confidence 🥰 And I also love it when we're a little bit silly together 🤭💖

It's a complete honor to have met you, dear Mugi, and that I can be so lucky to see the awesome masterpieces you create and give them, and you, the love and praise that you deserve 💖

Oh hi female Luigi Zahra!😁

Okay, I'll be honest. I didn't expect to get one of these from you since, y'know, we tell each other nice things just about all the time😂 Very much appreciated nonetheless, as all the other times have been🫂

Even if I'm just repeating myself at this point, I still want to make this clear. You mean to me more than you can possibly imagine. It's a connection so deep and strong I have only felt a similar one maybe once before in my life, with a former best friend. I can't believe I now have someone else I can classify as such, after all these years.

When I say you're the real Luigi to my Mario and I can only wish I had had you in my life earlier, I 100% mean it. In fact, I've never told you this because it's a little embarrassing but sometimes when I read fics about the Mario Bros. where they're being particularly sweet to each other, at times I can't help but be reminded of you and me😆 You always make my day better and it's thanks to you I'm not so lonely anymore🥰 You have helped me in so many ways.

Which is why I couldn't be happier and prouder myself to hear that I've been successful in helping you boost your confidence. That's great! Everyone deserves to be self-confident, but you deserve it the most <-totally not biased😛

Oh yes! I, too, love goofing around with you a bit, and to me making you laugh is one of life's greatest pleasures😁

And of course, thank you for your unwavering support of my art. I'm so glad you've loved every piece I've drawn for you, that you've been enjoying my ongoing comic and basically every piece I've posted so far. Your reblogs are always such a delight to read. I can't possibly thank you enough.

You know what? I actually do feel a lot better about my art now, after reading so many people's kinds words. Why am I not surprised that it was you whose words finally broke the metaphorical camel's back? Overall it was definitely a team effort though!

Thanks for everything, my dear friend!❤️

Have a good old M&L hug:

[markantonys]

episode 5 thoughts!

heartbroken by no mat, but i was expecting it since min wasn't credited for this episode on imdb, and there was so much other amazing stuff going on, so i can cope. i do think they must be gearing up for a mat-heavy episode soon because his content has been so sparse thus far! we also didn't have lan this episode, which i'm good with since he got so much last week.

(minor imdb casting spoiler: ayoola isn't listed for ep6, so i'm guessing we may have no perrin next week. they definitely do have a lot of different groups to juggle! but IF mat & lan soon join the cairhien crew, we could condense things)

also sad at not much elayne, but again, the remaining episodes will probably be pretty big for her! same with egwene, that storyline didn't progress as fast as i'd thought it would in this episode, but OOF the preview for next week looks like A Lot!!

back to the beginning! falme looks SO COOL!!! and the opening scene with the seanchan was fantastic, it showed off so many different aspects of their culture in just a few minutes (namely their various Ceremonial Things and ideas of who's allowed to speak to whom)

lanfear just whispering "bitch" the second she revives killed me djkfjg what an icon. and we get confirmation that it is indeed the True Power that she used to revive herself.

Lanfear Unleashed is SO much fun oh my god, i love seeing her in full forsaken mode

moiraine telling rand that he can't sleep because lanfear will get him, girl don't tell him that he's going to internalize it and not sleep for the next 6 seasons. this season is really Wheel Of Time Origins: Rand's Various Emotional, Mental, and Physical Health Problems

elyas saying the ef5 aren't perrin's pack HOW DARE!!! i feel like they're making elyas even more standoffish/human-averse than he was in the books, which makes for an interesting dynamic and contributes to perrin's sense that his human & wolf sides can't coexist.

but hopper follows perrin!!!! the goodest boy!!!!!

AVIENDHA IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE'S EVERYTHING!!!!! although ngl her fake accent does sound a bit Fake to me lmao but i'm sure i'll get used to it after a few more scenes

hot dain bornhald is also here! he kinda compels me and i'm furious about it. if whitecloak why hot? in all seriousness, i can see already from his intro episode + the basics of his book story that he has the potential to be quite an interesting character if fleshed out more and given more screentime compared to what he had in the books, sort of a liandrin-and-alanna-like Main Secondary Whitecloak for us to follow

also he totally wants to fuck perrin you can't change my mind. buying him drinks and giving him a Cute Nickname, boy you ain't subtle! and then aviendha briefly hits on perrin later and also perrin stops her from killing dain. wake up babe, insane new WOT polycule just dropped djkfjfg

OB!!!! FREAKING!!!! SESSED!!!!!!!! with verin's detective subplot!!!! it is SO much fun, it delivers a ton of great exposition (namely about the black ajah), and it gives us a bigger peek into the brown ajah than the books ever did. i love this squad!! also katie leung was probably my first Girl Crush (not that i was aware of it) when i was like 8 so i was thrilled to see her show up here, god bless

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, IT GAVE US CONFIRMATION THAT GAWYN EXISTS IN SHOWVERSE!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH when i tell you i came extremely close both to screaming and to falling off my bed!!!! i'd been hoping for a gawyn namedrop all season but having it here was SO unexpected! my current theory is that he'll be introduced in caemlyn next season along with elaida and galad, and all 3 of them will head to tar valon to look for elayne because they're worried after not hearing from her for a long time.

also now i want a fic where the wondergirls actually do get special permission from mommy morgase to leave the tower just so that they can attend gawyn's birthday party

anyway, someday gawyn and egwene are going to kiss with tongue onscreen and haters can die mad about it <3 oooh now i have a brand-new meetcute for them to look forward to since they didn't meet at the tower!

liandrin & nynaeve's convo in the ways was so good! they continue to do amazing work with that relationship and liandrin's character. AND WHEN SHE SUBTLY FREED THE GIRLS RIGHT BEFORE LEAVING HOLY SHIT i gasped!!!!! the LAYERS they have given this character!!! because yes she serves the dark BUT she still feels loyalty to her sisters (as seen in s1 too when she appeared genuinely upset over kerene's death) and can't stomach the thought of any of them, even the light-serving ones, being collared!

suroth saying with her whole chest "oh sure you're a forsaken but you're not even of the blood soooooo" god grant me her confidence. also another great illustration of the insane heights to which seanchan high blood take their superiority complexes. good god, what's tuon gonna be like?!

avi's fight scene was just as amazing as i'd been hoping and expecting!! 10/10 no notes. can't wait to see what she can do when she has weapons at her disposal!

and later avi tells us that she is out in the wetlands Looking For Her Man (that she doesn't yet know is Her Man) <33

moiraine saying "get rand some nice new clothes" and barthanes immediately offering to dress him, Sugar Baby Rand lives on! also, anvaere and barthanes definitely thought rand was moiraine's sugar baby after they cleared the warder possibility, you can't change my mind

also also, barthanes is so surprisingly sweet! i wonder if he'll still be a darkfriend, or if anvaere will be instead

lanfear making ishy dream about caressing rand's face in bed is something i will go insane thinking about every day until i die. like oh my god i don't even know where to START with unpacking that, so i won't even try djfkjg

like for real, they ALL BUT made it explicitly canon that ishy had/has a crush on LTT/rand LMAO it's what we deserve

and we get forsaken namedrops! moghedien, graendal, and "the boys." it could be that semirhage did still make it and lanfear just chose not to go on and on listing every single one (slash the writers wanted to give themselves some leeway in specifically naming forsaken in case they don't get enough seasons to deal with all of them), or it could be that one of the statues from last season was actually a man and/or stepin's statues aren't accurate, and we've got 5 men instead of 4 (in which case i'd imagine ishy, asmodean, sammael, demandred, and rahvin)

i'm gonna have to watch this ishy & lanfear scene again to pick up more because i was FAR too distracted by the initial homoeroticism to keep focusing lmao

aww i'm kinda sad not to get elayne & nynaeve hiding out in falme completely on their own, but for their sakes it's nice they've found (been found by) some Real Adults to help!

LANFEAR'S OUTFIT IN THE END SCENE LMAO this season really just went off the WALLS with horniness and kinkiness, and i am here for it. it's what rj would've wanted

now that moiraine and rand are indeed staying in cairhien after all, i really think we might get a cauthor reunion next episode!!!! fingers crossed!!!!

[umbran6]

The Roasting of the Deadbeat

I know I've posted this before, but I felt like this should be repeated since its... Father's Day. Or maybe its already past Father's Day if you're reading this post on some other part of the world. My least favorite holiday each year, second only to Columbus Day (I formally recognize Native American Day, TYVM). But I feel like I must say this, otherwise we forget that these people deserve this.

SCREW YOU HEPHAESTUS. Yes, I'm focusing on him, not Zeus.

Leo has every right to hate this bastard and if he could, spit on his throne. This hermit of a god abandoned Leo for nearly sixteen years, apparently too obsessed in either making stuff or screwing other people to even care about his son. Hephaestus isn't there to comfort Leo when his mother died, much less intervene in the actual matter when he, as god of the forge and flame, had every capability to do so.

The god doesn't even have the willingness to confess that he badly messed up with Leo, favoring his other children who get to Camp Half-Blood — his many, many children that ranged from either 18 (Charles freaking Beckendorf) to young Harley who was 8 years old. They get there young, they get there to stay for several years or months, and they get the training and knowledge to understand the world they truly live in.

Leo is extremely high up in that age range, at 16 years old when most demigods are brought to camp by age 12. Leo is apparently blessed with extremely rare fire powers not seen for several centuries, yet its a kid like Harley who is young to the point his demigod powers shouldn't even have manifested that gets the special treatment. When Medea looked into the future, she saw Leo as such a big threat to the Primordial Mother that Gaea herself made a personal visit at an attempt to psychologically break Leo when he was eight years old. Eight years old, the same age Harley is during The Lost Hero, yet Hephaestus does nothing as Leo's life falls apart around him.

HERA has a stronger relationship with Leo because she was actually there to help raise the kid. When the mother that tossed you off of Mount Olympus, the goddess that cursed each and every child of Zeus that was ever born (as far as we know of) is treating your child in a better way than you are, there is something wrong with you, you emotionally stunted goblin of a god.

ZEUS cared more about his children in his own warped way despite being an abusive bastard `and practically rival to Hephaestus in being a deadbeat. When Thalia was about to be killed by monsters Hades unleashed upon her, because, you know, Zeus broke a pact on the River Styx by sticking his dick in Beryl Grace (twice!), he at least had the decency to turn her into a tree so that she didn't die. It was severely implied in The Demigod Diaries that Zeus led her to find Luke and Annabeth. In Percy Jackson's Greek Gods its shown that he at least had an overprotective side to Athena and spoiled Artemis and satisfied several of her demands. Now I'm not excusing Zeus' own abuse towards his other children like Apollo and Ares. Zeus gave crumbs, you didn't even have the decency to give Leo anything at all.

HERMES, who screwed the pooch with Luke twice over, tried to do his best with him or by him. When Luke searched for a quest to prove his worth to the gods, Hermes offered it only unfortunately for the quest to end in failure. He left Luke in the care of his mentally unstable mother. Yet Hermes recognized the fact that he severely fucked up and tried to make amends, even apparently forgiving Luke despite the fact that he came inches to toppling Olympus. Hermes was willing to try to make amends and honored his son's wishes by helping Percy find the rest of his demigod children that were unclaimed. Hermes accepted that he had a hand for Luke's hatred towards Olympus and the he wronged Luke, Hephaestus has so far done zilch.

HADES did his best to protect Nico and Bianca when Zeus tried to kill them all, hiding them in the Lotus Hotel and Casino. When Marie Levesque was going to bring Hazel to Alaska, he tried to intervene and stop them from doing so because he knows Gaea was manipulating her and backed off at her wishes. When Nico is going through severe emotional turmoil during Blood of Olympus, he goes out of his way despite the Greco-Roman schizophrenia to help guide and comfort his son.

Hephaestus didn't even get Leo to Camp Half-Blood directly. Coach Hedge found Leo completely by accident. If it weren't for Hera literally rigging things so that Jason, Piper, and Leo were picked up at the Grand Canyon Skywalk, Leo would never have known that his life was screwed over by higher powers than him. His first direct interaction with Leo isn't even to give a sincere apology about the fact that he's been the shittiest deadbeat in millennia, its about to info-dump about the Giants. When Leo calls him out about this, Hephaestus doesn't even apologize for that and sweeps it under the rug and never speaks with Leo again.

So screw you Hephaestus. Decent fathers should be worth honoring, respecting at the very least. He deserves nothing, and should get nothing. His mother, who threw him off of Olympus, has a better relationship with his own son than he does. The rest of his fellow Olympians, even his shitbag of an adoptive father, have done better than him. He can do better, and he should be doing better. Hephaestus, the victim of abusive, neglectful parenting and parental favoritism should know the pitfalls of this and how to avoid them. Yet you're the divine equivalent of starting the cycle all over again, and it shows.

Let me finish on this note for you:

He is a god who is dedicated to forging inventions and fixing that which is broken. Yet for everything he has learned, he does not have the capability of fixing the bonds that he broke by his own hand.

[emeraldspiral]

Episode where Zim is out in his kid disguise instead of one of his adult/old man disguises and someone takes notice of him trying to go somewhere he shouldn't. They come up and ask him "Young man, you know you're not supposed to be here without adult supervision. Where are you parents?" Frustrated that someone would dare disrupt his evil plans, Zim forgets his cover story and blurts out "I don't have parents!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. How long ago did you lose them?"

"Fool! I have never had parents."

"You mean you've been an orphan all your life? That's terrible!"

"It is not terrible! It's great! I have no need for guardianship or supervision."

"So there's no one looking after you?"

"Zim needs no one! Now rescind your pity human!"

"Oh no! It's so much worse than I thought. You poor brave boy. Don't worry, you won't have to be alone for much longer!"

And then the interloper calls child services, who forcibly place Zim in an orphanage. He can't take back anything he said about being an orphan before because neither he nor the Roboparents have social security numbers and their address and phone number aren't registered anywhere.

A couple quickly comes looking to adopt and they decide they want to take on the challenge of a "problem child" who's not likely to get adopted by anyone else. So they take Zim home with them for a trial adoption. Initially it seems like it's going to turn into something like Orphan where the nice family is oblivious to the danger Zim presents as he plans to make them into his latest test subjects. But just as Zim's about to implant some questionable device into one of the family members, something happens that freaks Zim out so much he loses his nerve.

He becomes increasingly anxious as the family members never give him a moment alone, following him from room to room constantly pestering him to ask if he's okay.

"Do you like this show? We could switch to a different channel."

"Is it too cold for you? We could turn the thermostat up."

"Would you like some hot cocoa? Some warm milk, perhaps? Soda?"

"Hey, we were thinking of Mac & Cheese for dinner tonight. But do you have any dietary concerns? Are you lactose intolerant? Gluten-free? Vegan? Diabetic?"

"Are you okay with the volume everyone is speaking at? We could speak softer if you want."

"OR LOUDER IF YOU'RE HAVING TROUBLE HEARING US!"

"Do you need a blanket?"

"We bought you some pajamas. But we can take them back if you don't like them."

"Do you want to talk about your feelings?"

"You know this is a safe place, right?"

"Don't be afraid to speak up if there's anything you need."

"Or if there's anything you want to talk about."

"We're always here to lend an ear."

Zim gets majorly creeped out and is convinced they're really human spies trying to get him to reveal himself and give away Irken military secrets.

He tries to get some privacy, but the only place where he can be alone is the bathroom. There's only one, and there are so many family members they have a schedule for who can use it when. But not to worry, they've already rearranged it to give him Thursdays at 3:30 and every other Saturday at 2:00am.

They send him to a new skool, which is much better than the one he went to before. It's clean, well funded with facilities in good repair, and best of all, there's no Dib around to harass him. But the staff at the new skool are far more professional than at the old skool and Zim's new teacher doesn't tolerate classroom disruptions, shocking Zim when he sends him to the principal's office within his first minute of class. At first Zim thinks it's a blessing in disguise because it means time away from his extremely clingy new foster siblings, but the one he shares a class with ends up getting sent to the office on purpose so he could stay by Zim's side. Zim does not appreciate the gesture of solidarity.

Zim comes home and his new foster parents tell him the principal called, but it's okay. They're not mad, they know it's going to take time for him to adjust. They also remind him that it's 3:30 and today is Thursday, which means it's finally his turn to use the bathroom.

He only has fifteen minutes, but he plans on escaping out the window. But it turns out the family have installed a state of the art security system to keep him from escaping. They aren't mad when he trips it though. They understand. Moving into a new home with a bunch of strangers can be scary, and he might think he wants to go back to the life he knew before because the familiarity of it is comforting, but they promise if he just gives them a chance they're sure they can make him happy.

Zim has no choice but to endure the two week trial adoption period. Initially, he figures if he acts like a little shit they won't want to adopt him and he'll get sent back to the orphanage from which he can make an escape. Halfway through however, he has a change of heart. He starts to enjoy regular kid activities like playing video games, family board game night, and riding bikes around the neighborhood, going to skool and learning actually useful and interesting things and not being bullied, having someone come and pick him up when he falls and scrapes his knee and give him an Adhesive Medical Strip and a kiss to make it all better, and the unconditional love and endless patience and forgiveness he's afforded.

He starts to think maybe there's an advantage to the arrangement. He can learn so much more about humans from actually living like one, and surely that would be beneficial to his mission, wouldn't it?

At the end of the two week period, Zim is interviewed and asked if he would like to be permanently adopted. He says "yes", only to be told "That's too bad. It looks like they've decided not to move forward with the adoption." Zim is shocked and dismayed.

"How could they not want Zim?!"

The only answer he gets is that the family "didn't feel like it was the right fit", which leaves Zim perplexed, ruminating over whatever he did wrong to make them not love him.

The episode then ends with the Roboparents coming to the adoption agency to look for a new son. Zim tries to get their attention, but they pass him over for a different prospective child and jet off without him.

[freedomfireflies]

May Fic Recs! 🐇

Rabbit, Rabbit!!

I am so beyond blessed and privileged to be witness and even mutuals with some of these incredible authors! Their work always brings me so much joy and excitement! Please feel free to browse around, show some love, and maybe even find your next favorite creator! 💞

The Harry Styles Category!

💞 First we have @avatar-anna! You probably know her from her Unknown Number series, if not one of her many other wonderful works! She's so incredibly talented and creative!

~ Here is her masterlist!

💞 @be-with-me-so-happily is so crazy talented and inspired! So many amazing and addicting stories to discover! Namely her take on Don't Worry Darling and the trouble that follows!

~ Here is her masterlist!

💞 @watchyourbluesturngolden is a beast!! In the absolute best way! A true legend, especially for giving us Harry and Stevie! They've got so many wonderful blurbs and requests to check out!

~ Here is their masterlist!

💞 @lonelycowgirls who not only gave us The Garden but has complied a couple fic rec's herself, which was so fun to go through!!

~ Here is her masterlist!

💞 @londonbelow has been giving us amazing content for far longer than we've deserved, but nevertheless...I'm so grateful! Not only for Black Rabbit but for all the other incredible stories she's graced us with!

~ Here is her masterlist!

The Harry Styles + Other Category!

🤍 @lovebittenbyevans has just started taking requests and (if I'm correct) is planning a series, too! For Chris Evans and Harry! They don't have a masterlist yet, but check out their page to make sure you don't miss anything!

🤍 @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite has been crazy supportive of me for so long now, and I'm so excited that I finally get to show some support back! They've got an incredible Niall Horan series, and I believe (correct if I'm wrong) are opening up requests for both Harry and Niall (again, correct me if I'm wrong)! You'll find their other works on their page, and attached to that link!!

🤍 @reidssbau has also been giving us incredible content for years! She just recently posted this fan-freaking-tastic plus-size stripper fic with Harry, but also writes for Spencer Reid, and has some amazing, amazing stories and blurbs about him!

~ Here is her masterlist!

🤍 @chrisevansonly writes for both Harry and Chris Evans, and when I came across her story Lavender Moonlight...my heart burst! Absolutely incredible writing, such sweet and descriptive imagery, and the most adorable premise! I'm so excited to go through her collection of stories for both men!!

~ Here is her masterlist!

The Dylan O'Brien Category!

♥️ @stilinskisnevermore is one of my favorite Dylan content creators. The obsession started with their Thomas Fic, and quickly snowballed into a full-blown simp-fest! They've written for almost every character of his, including some about him personally! Each one is guaranteed to leave you breathless!

~ Here is their masterlist!

♥️ @theinternetisfulloftrash is so much fun to keep up with! They've written some crazy accurate blurbs for Dylan (my personal fav being 24x24...but whose isn't?), but they also have an incredible Coachella Dylan fic you can find on Ao3!

~ Here is their masterlist!

The Chris Evans/Steve Rogers/Stucky Category!

💜 @straywords has written an incredible Stucky fanfic that takes place in the mountains that is as cool as the very air in those mountains (...horrible joke, I'll see myself out). They write more explicit content, so make sure to check the warnings, but they've got an extensive catalog that is sure to provide you with excellent stories!

They have some for Steve, Bucky, Stucky, Peter Parker, Yelena Belova, and so many more!

~ Here is their masterlist!

💜 @myfictionaldreams has written some crazy fun stories for so many characters, but I first stumbled upon this surprisingly sweet (but still sexy) Mafia Stucky story! They also write some pretty explicit content, so make sure to check the warnings. But, they've got an incredible list of concepts, requests, and series that I'm so excited to keep perusing!

~ Here is their masterlist!

The Fic Recs and Other Types of Content Creators Category!

💖 @reveriehs has been helping promote authors for years, and I honestly don't know where I'd be without them! If you are ever in a reading rut, and need some ideas, this list is the place to go!

💖 @tiredinwinter was so kind enough to show me some support, and it absolutely made my day! They are endlessly sweet and...they make ART!! Incredible drawings and adorable stickers! They are definitely an account to follow for inspiration, beautiful imagery, and even some fic recommendations!

If you've made it to this point, I LOVE YOU very much!! If you ever need some creators to discover, new stories to obsess over, or just wonderfully kind blogs to follow...these are just some of the amazing people I've been blessed to know and discover!

Thank you to everyone for your crazy wonderful support! I hope this list can be a good start at giving just a little bit of that love back!! 💞💞💞 (I have added so many heart emojis to this damn doc, I am so sorry)

ALSO:

Here is my other author recommendation list if you'd like it! These authors are also still my absolute favs, and that is never gonna change!

[little-shadow-club]

Because of your texts I'm obsessed with SLR... Just freaking out over your gay texts about Suho and Tiel.

Although I don't know which chapter of the novel the Manhwa is in...(Could you send more of that lovely Suhiel/Tieho dialogue?

Also, I read your Pirates Au fic.... IT WAS DELIGHTFUL TO READ

I would love to see more of your writing work.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH AND YIPEEEEE MORE SLR FANSSS, and I'm so happy you read my fic thank you SO MUCH I'm on my way to either send more or crash out because I've yaoi too close to the sun, 50/50 possibilities. Either way I'm really happy to know you enjoy Sutiel/Tieho. As for the Novel we uhhhhh Tiel doesn't exist in the novel (still it's such an amazing novel for me tho, hope the author just manifests Tiel in the future to yaoi about novel suho and him there— no seriously I KNOW the novel author's other work. I KNOW he can write that homoerotic shit while also not giving in to the 'male power fantasy must have waifu' trope LIKE OF ALL PEOPLE I TRUST WITH PLANOTIC FRIENSHIPS. IT IS DAULLLLLL. If Tiel had been in the novel I would have assended as the Yaoi Bodhisattva, that author can write God bless him every day.) and the manhwa has decided to just completely go off the rails, so he's a manhwa only character (I'd even go as far as saying someone decided to omniscient reader' it and place themselves in the story to be homoerotic foils with MC).

They haven't met in canon —kinda. As far a I remember this started first with just being funny 'haha Suho but evil' but then it spiraled from the moment someone on Reddit went "Suho is going to Miho from a dangerous situation and fall in love with him." Classic damsel in distress style, and then I re read the chapter where Tiel got rescued by Suho and I was like... Oh Oh he... he questioned why Suho save him which means he's questioning the reason of why we protect others, which is the main archetype of Suho, that he's protecting others... Upon fusing with 3rd fragment he decided to make Suho his ally, oh, oh, he thinks he can sway Suho to his side, the one person that can literally tilt the scales of war in this galactic battle. Oh he's apostle, a ruler to an extent, controlling over the living while Suho controls the dead. He's a blind follower for his creator destroying the world while Suho is reconstructing a world his father once destroyed. *Gets hit with flashbacks of Link Click, Alien Stage, Devil man Crybaby, ORV, and other shows with black and white yaoi* OH THIS HOMOTRON 3000. IVE HEARD OF THIS YAOI BAIT BEFOREEE. IVE KNOWN THIS DOOM GAYS BEFORE

AHHHHHHH. And now I'm here. Currently on the twelfth bloc note, 4 docs, 100+ messages of brainrot on discord and 1 hour recording of the divergence plot. I have written drabbles these past 4 weeks so much you'd think it was my 2025 resolution (it is).

Anyways outside of this one shot, and the other series I posted on anon (scared moots know I'm making yet another series) I have shared a lot of my thoughts on discord since it's a more relaxed format than posting the blogs, so if you wanna share brainrot with me on Sutiel, I recommend entering @jdah 's server.

Beautiful server (tho I have been away there for a month since I got exams... in <12 hours rn. But anyways thank youuuuu so much for reading this long rant. I will be sure to post more Sutiel content as I go! (Maybe even Greek Mythology content since my next semester's studies are all about that. Same on taking notes for ceramics and Arts so I can allude to so many romantic moments for a uni AU. Or maybe A lost kingdom AU. Ghosts AU. Mythical AUs. Canon divergence where Tiel meets Suho years before. Some arranged marriages. Some Isakaid! Deserted Villain x Duke. Gosh there's a lot! I've even got some screenshots from the notes I've been taking just about everywhere ;-;.

[tonybicyclestark]

https://www.tumblr.com/tonybicyclestark/762127755198513152/reviving-my-sideblog-for-ironstrange-i-was-bored?source=share

Oh wow! This is going to be so much fun!!!!! I really like the idea and I am so excited for you and to see where it goes.

Umm I feel like I am spoiled for options there is so much I am curious about. Did they first meet at a conference? Or are we going back to childhood? Ooo I cannot see Stephen being calm about iron man yes tony stark no or well watching the love of his life handle a nuke through the wormhole....but on the flip side imagine tony freaked out of his mind not knowing if stephen is safe in the aftermath. This is going to be sooo good 😌 so so good

ok so you sent in many questions & scenarios, so ill answer them briefly first.

1. they meet right before IM1 at a medical conference/fundraiser and Stephen was volunTOLD to be there as punishment for something by Metro General and didn't want to be there initially.

2. Let's just say Tony never had the chance to even look at the report because Stephen deemed it not worthy of attention. Even years later, he will GO OFF about that report & Fury at the drop of a hat.

3. Stephen did NOT take the nuke thing lightly.

4. Tony constantly stressed about Steph just as much because Steph (even while being a civilian) wouldn't back down from facing whatever Tony was fighting with him. Here's a ficlet because the inspiration hit me:

"Sir, shall I call Doctor Strange?" JARVIS spoke softer than Tony had ever heard him say before. Tony's heart clenched painfully at the reminder that he's leaving Stephen behind. He'd promised his husband he wouldn't just die on him without telling him again. But he'd hoped he never had to make the call ever. Especially not so soon after the last time. Tony had only wanted more time. God how he wished they'd had more time. That clearly wasn't in the cards for them. He didn't want to make the call but he's promised. It was written into their vows and Tony was nothing if not true to his word, especially to Stephen. "Might as well." Tony stated simply, keeping the fear out of his voice. "Patch in directly to his watch-gauntlet J." Tony knew there was a chance Stephen might not pick up. But he only ever removed the watch gauntlet for surgeries and procedures, so Tony was banking on Stephen still having it on today in this chaos. The call rung for a few seconds as he put all his strength into making the turn up the side of the tower. Just as he almost clipped the building, the call connected, and Stephen's voice came through. "Tony?" Stephen asked quietly, almost as if he'd been holding his breath until then. Tony had never hated himself more than in that moment. He didn't want to say goodbye. "I never wanted to leave you behind. I'm so sorry Stephen" Tony bit out quickly. "Tony? Please don't do this." Stephen rasped. He must have known what Tony was preparing to do then. Tony counted his blessings that he didn't need to explain. "I have to baby. There's no other way. I love you so so much Stephen Strange-Stark." The portal grew closer. "I love you too Anthony Stark-Strange. Please come back-" The call cut off as Tony entered the portal, leaving New York far behind as he ventured into the abyss of space. He let go of the missile when he could no longer hold on, letting go of the only thing that had kept him moving. His eyes stayed locked on the scene before him for a brief few seconds until the ship exploded. With the phantom voice of his husband pleading for him to come home in his ear, Tony shut his eyes. With his last breath, he apologized softly for breaking promises he never should have made in the first place.

[hanafubukki]

i may be late to ask this but...

any thought about the new lilia ssr card announcement?🎤👀✨

Hello Herri 💞🌺💕

IM AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY MANY THOUGHTS

Okay CAN WE ALL AGREE THAT HE LOOKS SO HANDSOME? THAT AURA, THAT COLD LOOK IN HIS EYES, THAT STANCE, PLEASE STEP ON ME- ahhem

ALSO YOU KNOW HOW THEY SAY NICE ON THE STREETS AND FREAK IN THE SHEETs?? Well that IS LILIA RIGHT HERE.

HE ALSO DOE THE PERFECT “I’ll be your angel and your devil” ALDMDNFMF

So this is the card in mention right? It’s beautiful. We see the area around it is a dark forest, probably the Forrest in Sleeping Beauty. We also see the goons which are probably twisted from the goons from sleeping beauty.

We also see a croc mask fae who we all assume Baul, sebeks grandfather. Which is interesting in itself because sebek is Lilia’s duo! As I mentioned before, this could be because lilia trusts sebek more because he is a fae, even if it is a half one. And if it goes that far, sebek is from the zigvolt family whom lilia trusts.

This lilia who doesn’t like humans wont trust Silver and MC because they are human even though Silver is blessed. On top of that, there’s no way to tell that Silver was blessed by Lilia so past lilia wouldn’t know.

But you know what’s interesting???

I was chatting with mumble (@/irafuwas) and we pointed how Lilia, Silver, and Sebek (and hopefully mc and grim) will play a big role.

But we think that Sebek will play a huge role, because he is the duo.

Think about how lilia is weak in current times, maybe the issues will come up how can they take Lilia away from this? From his prime? When he is healthy and full of magic. I feel like Silver would have the hardest time.

What if it’s silver, who just falters for a second, AND ITS SEBEK WHOS LIKE “you idiot do you think lilia sama would want to be this way?!” What if sebek is the one who sees reason and empathy and is all “he would want to be himself again you’re doing him wrong by letting yourself falter”

BECAUSE SEBEK IS THE TYPE TO SAY IT STRAIGHT TO SILVERS FACE BUT HE ALSO MEANS WELL AND SILVER WILL GET DETERMINATION FROM IT. BECAUSE THEY ARE PARALLELS AND THEY DEPEND ON EACH OTHER. THEY HOLD EAXH OTHER UP.

And what if we hear more about sebek insecurities about his father and how he knows that he will someday say bye to his father too so he knows how silver feels and that’s is one of the reasons why sebek is so tsun to his father??

I AM READY FOR MORE DIA STANS TO RISE UP. ESPECIALLY SEBEK BECAUSE HE DESERVES MORE LOVE.