#(maybe hector was the only exception :> and even then the touch was only things like brushing the bangs off his eye)

[your-bait-and-swich]

Random Date Everything characters NSFW headcanons

Characters featured: Hector, Parker, Lux, Dunk

Ageless/minors DNI

Hector

His favorite part of sex is not actually the sex itself it's the foreplay before anything.

He loves to tease your body by gently moving his hands around your body, and soft kissing anywhere he can like it's some sort of worship. He tries his best to make you squirm and relishes it

This might be a surprise, but most times he doesn't like being a bottom yet he doesn't like to be a dominant top either. He's definitely a soft top wanting you taking the lead, and tell him how to please you

That's not to say that he minds being a bottom but he prefers to help you

Definitely not avoid to be kinky specially if his God wants it. He loves doing anything and everything he can to please you

Except for pain and degrading. He would never even let himself insult you let alone hurt you. the most he'll do is biting and very light choking. Phantom choking basically.

He's actually very silent during sex, and masturbating. The vents aren't really that private you know

Most you'll hear in sex is small panting, and whines but he'll give you more noise if you request

Probably goes without saying, but he loves when you're somewhat demanding. Don't be too cruel about it, but he does love someone that knows what they want

He also wants to know he's doing well. Please praise him for anything he does right for communication sake, and his praise kink

He love's adding temperature play anyway he can to your love making

If you were cold/hot he would make purposeful effort to make his body the opposite so when he touches you, you would feel all the more

Subtly raise the heat slowly forcing you to strip more and more

Occasionally when you're in the middle of sex he'll use the grate on his outfit to blow one thing of cold air to shock you

Aftercare is a must every time. He does not let himself rest until you are clean and taking care of

Lux

(Not sure where to put this but I did give them a dick despite them not having a confirmed sex I think so keep that in mind I guess. I'll keep from doing this in the future tho)

I hate them *proceeds to make these anyway*

When they said you guys only have sex when they wants to upload something on Fans Only they means it. It's hard to convince them when they're not in the mood especially so when they're in the middle of a stream

But if you convince them mostly by sucking up to then they'll end a stream like "I guess that's it for today's stream luxxies! Make sure to check Fans Only soon byeee!~"

Recordings, live and photos are a given.

And if you're lucky enough even outside of Fans Only "Don't count on it"

They're most definitely a grower. A absurdly nice grower bigger than you'd expect. Along with that they're very smooth not having any body hair.

They moans like a pornstar. It's unclear if it's for the recording or they're just like that

Very into exhibition. They don't mind anyone watching honestly they're into it frankly. If they're in the mood it's happening no matter what

Also slightly masochist very into hair pulling and one or two nice slap on the ass

Obviously mostly a bottom, but if they feeling particularly devilish they'll top

When they top they do it to prove a point/a punishment

Favorite "punishment" is you choking on their dick for sure

They love too cum on your face then lay their dick on your tongue. It just makes you so pretty for their Fans Only

They'll say stuff like "good girl/boy/slut" in a condescending way to you after taking these punishments

You will at least have to have a threesome once with some other person Lux choose

Parker Brandley

Good fucking luck buddy

First you got to win that love dice roll and now you need to somehow make board games sex related or it's not happening

Lucky for you strip poker does technically count. Maybe not a board game but it has clear rules and if Uno counts this can count to. He will not let you get away with using this all the time tho

Despite how stingy he can be with it he's very easy to work up. Just a little too much skin and/or touching a certain way can give him a boner instantly

He's quite nervous. Being awkward, and fidget quite a bit for your first time, but he quickly gets into the groove after a bit

When you finally get to the stage of actually doing something he's a feral animal with it

Massive switch! He doesn't really care what way it goes

Bottoming he's very noisy, and reacts very intensely. Unless you gag him the whole house is going to hear his semi screaming

Topping intense, and quick. Boy does not waste a second he acts like it's the end of the world as a plows into you speeding up.

Still a delightful mix of serious and a bit goofy during sex "Ohohoh~! Holy fucking shit!"

When he's more comfortable he'll probably confront you directly for his wants. "Whoever wins tops" he says putting a board game in front of you abruptly.

If you do cheat he will deny having sex outright tho

Nothing sexy like orgasm denial just straight up denying sex maybe for multiple days depending how pissed he is. You only get orgasm denial privileges when you play rightfully and you try to distract him in the game because it's only fair then

He's secretly not really so secretly a pervert his eyes widening cartoonously if you wear a skimpy outfit. Looking over your body secretly whenever he can (it's very obvious)

I feel in my heart of hearts that he is a thighs guy and he wants to be crushed by your thighs so badly

Dunk Shuttlecock

Let's just say it up front and right here you have to tell him if you want sex. He will not and won't catch on to hints or innuendos

His mentality on sports is similar to the mentality he has with sex. He just wants it to be enjoyable doesn't matter how fast, slow, intense, goofy, as long as your both having a great time

Tho if you ask him to give you it to you rough oh he sure will but the chance of you accidentally getting a bruise from it and him apologizing after is higher then maybe preferable(depending who you are) but it's a small risk for a unbelievably great time

However regularly he still has pretty good pace at least enough to make you a little weak after

His stamina is crazy willing to do like 3 to 4 rounds if you're up to it of course. He'll makes sure not to exhaust you too much taking decent breaks in between rounds to get yourself prepared

He's doesn't take sex not all too seriously grinning like a goof, and sometimes giggling

If you're the ticklish type he would definitely tickle you randomly during sex just to hear your laugh

He would be so into funny role play sex. Porno quality stuff as you both try to keep a straight face

Think of stuff you typical would expect like jock and cheerleader, jock and nerd, ect ect. Maybe even a pizza delivery thing too

He's not against a little exhibition. Sometimes grabbing you by the wrist to go somewhere more quiet

Something something shake weight joke

Eats pussy like a champ I know he does. That's not to say he's not good with a dick too [insert shuttlecock joke]

Naked yoga into sex. That's it

Quite a big fan of cockwarming while cuddling in between rounds or after sex

He's naturally a top and prefers being top too but if you ask him cute/sexually enough he'll gladly take the back seat

[beevean]

hiii i dont really have anything to say this is just an invitation to ramble if you ever want to. for freebies. talk at me ill take notes. rattle on about anything ill be quite gleeful about it. this is your free talking ticket (not that you need one per se but i thought the note that i like reading about your thoughts might be nice if nothing else)

Awwwww I appreciate the free ticket a lot 🥰 you're right, it's always nice to have confirmation that others care about your ramblings, so thank you :3

I'm using it because brain got stuck on a random thing: while I was in my phase of gorging on CoD fanfics, I found interesting how different fans interpreted the in-universe reasons for Isaac's appearance.

(sir. sir why do you look so good in a random ass mobile game)

He clearly cares a lot about how he appears. He styles his hair in a certain way, he wears eyeliner (red eyeliner that matches his hair even, which implies he put thought into the best color), he wears impractical but stylish high heels, and in the MF manga he's shown having long nails: while I interpret this as him striving to imitate vampire claws, it still would take a lot of manteinance, and he even hides them under his gloves. I have also pointed out that in PtR his uniform is kept more prim and proper than Hector's, weirdly enough. And with the exception of his uniform for obvious reasons, Isaac still puts care in his appearance after going insane with the Curse.

But what does it say about him?

Some fans seems to simply think he's kind of a peacock. He's vain, he's flamboyant, he knows he's the hot stuff, maybe he's really trying his hardest to hit on Hector lmao. It fits with his arrogant attitude. Maybe he's even a bit of a perfectionist/tryhard: he doesn't need to waste time putting on eyeliner, but damnit, he wants to look his best to work. A king, if you ask me.

Others seem to think it's a sad form of overcompensation. Isaac is not particularly pretty, especially compared to the very beautiful Hector. He has traits that others might see as ugly, like slanted eyes, a large mouth and a big nose. Even worse, while silver hair is obviously unnatural but can be seen as fascinating, red hair in that era was 100% seen as the mark of the devil - and Isaac's red is bright, attracts even more attention. It's not impossible that Isaac was abused for how he looked like, and has some sort of complex about it. In fact, we all know Isaac is the incarnation of the inferiority superiority complex: he has an arrogant, cocky attitude, but he's also extremely insecure about himself, his skills, and being seen as second best/not good enough. So maybe he spent most of his childhood hiding and being ashamed of himself, but now in the place where he truly belongs he has rebounded in the opposite direction: oh, you think I'm unsightly? Have all of me in glorious display! You think my hair marks me as a demon to extirpate? Why yes, I am a demon, and I'm not letting you forget it!

With this mentality, no wonder he'd cover himself head to toe in demonic tattoos that prove his utter loyalty to Dracula, and no wonder that, after he dies, he lets his clothes rot off his back to show even more of his self. He has nothing to hide anymore.

And he still wants to hit on Hector, obviously :P

[writing-whump]

Too many people

Hector gets sick on the subway and meets someone new.

Subway was the classic Vienna experience.

Hector knew wolves had been avoiding it and he knew for a good reason - small space, too many people, cut off from outside air, claustrophobic to be underground - which made him want to try it all the more.

Maybe he would show them all off by being the one wolf who liked subways just fine.

Not to mention, he was kind of late today and subways were everywhere, especially around uni, where he needed to get. Asap.

The first station or two were fine. His natural dangerous aura, even without his shadow - he wasn't such a brute as to show it off in public - scared most people off to give him space. He was sprawling in a four seat all alone, and the subway even went above ground for a while giving him a nice view. Almost like a tram, just faster.

But then they crossed a bigger station and suddenly there wasn't enough place for the thickness of the crowd. Nobody cared who was sitting or stand whom on the toes, people went in with speed, as if expecting the bodies would make space on their own.

Man, they were willing to stand in the funking door, delaying the whole ride, just to get a shot!

Hector was quite miffed about all of that, when he was forced against the window and the subway ran in the tunnel for good five stops already.

The air changed, warmer and stickier with all the bodies.

Hector didn't understand humans didn't mind to be pressed against so many strangers. Whole sides, hands gripping the same pole, breathing right into each other's faces.

He was handling it well though. So he was a little compressed by the shoulders and legs of everyone, and yes, these strangers were touching him, which made his skin crawl and his shadow curl up allergically - but he was fine. Deep breaths. Nothing was wrong.

Except the smell of sweaty palms and the guy pressed up next to him all but screaming his ear off into his phone - did the guy thing it was fine to be so loud, just cause he wasn't speaking in German? What the hell! That didn't bother people any less!

Hector was considering he would simply get out a bit sooner than his stop and run the rest of the way. Wasn't like he was quitting, he would just get a bit exercise done before class.

But then the subway stopped. Just stopped in the middle of fucking nowhere, black tunnel behind and in front of them.

The voice apologised with no hint of emotion for a bit of a 'delay' and nobody protested.

Now Hector looked around at people blindly hypnotised by their phones or talking into their earphones, scandalised nobody minded.

He needed a distraction. His chest was tight, he couldn't stop fidgeting and the sensation of the shoulder digging into him made him feel like ants were biting all over it. Oh god, he really shouldn't have risked a subway...

Then his eyes landed on the girl opposite him. She was the only one not on her phone, instead doodling something on her notebook. With a pencil.

Huh. Hector didn't have a use for pencil since grade school.

She had short black hair he wouldn't have guessed for a girl, a bit chubby face, and a red beanie. In that overheated subway, no less. Crazy.

As Hector watched her, cheek pressed into the cool window separating him from unending darkness and the walls of the tunnel, he noticed her eyes darting up to someone and then back to her paper.

Up and back down. The tip of her tongue came up in the corner of her mouth from concentration.

Was she drawing the passengers themselves?

Hector straightened up, craning his neck to get a glimpse. And truly, there it was. She draw the people on the subway, the man with the suitcase, the girl with blue and red pigtails, the grandmother with a small child on the four seat set next to them.

They didn't look real, they had this round animated like quality to them, but they were recognizable and consistent.

And there. That one in the corner of the notebook was him. A deep frown etched into a hard face, bushy eyebrows.

He cackled out loud at that.

The girl jumped up at the sound, the only one near without anything plugging her ears. Her eyes were big and round, smokey gray colour he never saw before.

He grinned at her. "That's me."

She frowned at him. "It's rude to look."

"But you drew me. Surely I have the right to see."

She wrapped her arms around the notebook, pressing it against her chest. "No, you don't. Look somewhere else."

Hector snorted. Defiant one. Did she not know he was a wolf? She stuck her chin at him in the way a human shouldn't to a predator, revealing her throat, meeting his eyes in challenge she couldn't possibly win.

He tried to stare her down, which only made her cheeks puff out indignantly in a cute way.

Ignorant human maybe? Well, Hector was trained and experienced enough to handle a human that didn't know how to act safe around wolves. He just didn't have to do it in such a tight space before.

The subway finally moved with a huge jerk and no warning. People fell left and right over each other.

One guy with a giant backpack fell to the side right into the middle in the small space between the knees of Hector's four set of seats. The guy turned around himself, looked through the window and then turned again.

A giant clumsy turtle, the fool, cause his backpack went right into the girl.

She squeaked, covering her face with her hands. He would have freaking smashed it with how stuffed that bag was.

Hector shot up before he decided to move, suddenly standing in that crowded twitching subway, his arm between the girl and the turtle guy, like a protective cage.

"You asshole! Could have thrown me off my feet!" Turtle guy said, trying to turn again to get a look at Hector.

Hector growled at him, straightening up as the guy twisted around to glare and immediately shrunk back at Hector's size and deadly expression.

"You almost made her into a pancake," Hector said angrily, just a tone away from a growl.

The guy went pale, stepping away, crushing into the mass of bodies. Didn't stop him from trying to slither through to the other side of the wagon, elicting a series of groans from the other passengers.

Now Hector had a different problem. The subway jerked and turned savagely, and he was in the very precarious position of standing. Holding onto the back of the girl's seat, he was fighting his own weight with the next yank as gravity tried to send him against her.

Her smoky grey eyes were wide as she stared at him. This close to her, her smell was striking. Something like sour fruit, lemon and raspberry.

When the subway made another dangerous turn, Hector's legs all but sliding down and pressing against hers, her hands actually shot up to his shoulders to steady him.

He wanted to recoil from the sudden touch, but it did stabilize him as the stop came and finally some of the people trickled out.

Hector breathed hard, sliding into the seat next to her as it emptied, his legs feeling like jelly, sweating from the strain of resisting the subway's movements.

"Thank you," she said meekly, still uncomfortably close. Her leg was pressed against his, her arm against his arm, though even in sitting she was way shorter than him.

He could tell she was trying to keep a distance, but he also had no choice. People got out, changed and filled the small wagon again, pressing at him from the other side to push against her in turn.

He really needed to get out.

Even sitting down, his stomach was rolling with the movements, his senses overwhelmed. Sweat was covering his skin on his neck and down his back and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get rid of the horrible swaying sensation.

"Are-are you okay?"

He could vaguely feel her small warm hand on his shoulder, twitching under her touch. He was so tired of all the touching. He wanted out.

Hector covered half of his face with his hand, trying to breathe through the roiling in his gut he now recognized as nausea.

"Where is your stop?"

He shook his head, brain completely giving out on where he was going in the first place or on following the announcements.

"Okay, uhmm. Let's just get out on the next one? Maybe you just need some air," she said soothingly, getting to her feet. This usually worked to alarm the rest of the passengers for your desire to get off.

She circled around him, her hand on his other shoulder, coaxing him to stand up.

Hector did so, swaying and grabbing onto the nearest pole.

The subway came to a skidding stop that had him squeezing onto it for dear life, stomach flipping inside him.

The girl didn't have his grip, losing her balance at the halt and flying right into him and towards the floor.

Hector caught her around the waist on instinct, their bodies pressed tight together for a second as he dug his heels into the smooth moving ground.

She looked up at him, face against his chest, her citrus smell all he could think about.

Then his stomach flipped again and he hunched over her, hand against his mouth. Oh god, he didn't want to be trapped with the smell vomit here too...

The door opened and she caught him by the wrist, tagging him towards the exist.

Hector stumbled after her, half-blind.

Still underground. Silly people swarming everywhere.

"This way. Up the escalator and out. I know this stop, come on."

The way out was a blurr of darkness and moving bodies. Hector fought against the flipping, his breakfast splashing against the back of his throat. He swallowed compulsively, trying to get himself back under control.

Somehow she was right, taking a back exit and steps he wouldn't have noticed in the maze, leading him out into a small park.

Actual park, with trees and grass and a bit of open space to see the sky, even if buildings circled all of it.

Hector took a deep, relieved breath, finally not suffocating.

She smiled, her hand still around his wrist. "See, all bett-"

Hector took a step to the side, yanking his hand free and threw up all over the grass next to the exit. Hot chunky sandwich and coffee exploded from his lips in a violent heave.

The taste had him gagging all over, another, even thicker wave joining the mess. He didn't have time to breathe from how intense and overwhelming that felt, heaving violently, hands braced on his knees.

In the midst of that, her small hands landed on his lower back, rubbing gently.

He blinked the stress tears away, gagging one more time, but the flipping of his stomach was dying down.

The ground was solid, unmoving. The air was fresh. His shadow was staring to relax and the panicky feeling went away.

She still rubbed his back, as if she didn't know how sensitive it was for a wolf to be touched.

He couldn't believe he let her, it felt way too...invasive. But it was the most pleasant touch he felt all day and compared to all the bodies in the subway, hers was somehow fine. Friendly.

And he liked how she smelled.

"Y-" he interrupted himself with a burp as he straightened up, "your notebook-"

"It's fine. I have others at home," she said, though her face fell a little.

"I'm sorry."

She shook her head in protest, those giant smokey eyes directly meeting his face.

A shiver ran down his spine.

"No, it's okay. You saved me from getting my face smashed today. Twice." Her cheeks reddned in the cutest way. "Thank you."

He waved it away, motioning to the mess on the ground. "Thanks for...ehh...that."

She nodded.

"I'll get you back to your stop. Where were you going? High school?"

Her cheeks puffed out. "I'm a university student, thank you. I was going to the economy uni campus."

"You study economy?" Hector said with a raised eyebrow, swiping the back of his hand over his mouth.

"No, not exactly. But you guys have the best light in the study rooms. For drawing."

"How did you know what I'm studying?" he said with a small smirk.

Her lips quirked up. "Experienced guess. You look like those entitled economists."

He rolled his eyes. "My name is Hector."

She offered him her hand automatically, not catching on him not extending his own. Truly, no idea about wolves.

Or did she not even realize he was one?

He took her hand hesitantly, deciding he would tolerate one more touch, if it was her.

"I'm Olive," she said with a smile.

@bellysoupset

[angstyantoinette]

Yandere! Lenore Headcanons

Warnings: NSFW, gaslighting, forced relationship, kidnapping, emotional manipulation. i mean, c’mon, it’s Lenore.

♦️I DO NOT CONDONE THESE BEHAVIORS IN REAL LIFE.♦️

Lenore is the epitome of a yandere who uses emotional manipulation to get what she desires. She’s a diplomat, wishing to maintain peace with other countries, and in doing that...it’s very easy to get ensnared in her web of lies. She is sneaky, hellbent on completing whatever goal she sets herself to.

One day, she just so happened to see you. Looking out the window, absent-mindedly, she saw a small, running figure in the midst of the Styria snow. 

It was alarming surprising to say the least; if any humans were to find it’s way out here in the cold, they wouldn’t survive long. For this one to be so proficient in their movements, they must be an experienced traveler of some sort. And regarding the cold...you must be wearing some kind of fur. As she continued to watch you, she took note that you never fully came near the castle; you were careful to stray from it’s grounds and never come close. So, you were a smart one...how very cute.

She will most likely become interested in you from either a grand, powerful gesture or maybe even a pathetic encounter, but Lenore probably won’t pay much attention to you if she doesn’t see a benefit for herself. But in a Yandere universe, Lenore will do whatever it takes to snatch you up and claim you, keeping you with her forever. That being said, consider yourself very unlucky if she decides to pursue you. 

She’s the kind of yandere to never be too fast, nor slow with her plans in action; and she will try to use her skills as a master puppeteer to draw you in. No longer will you be able to keep your distance, away from the demons, away from Lenore. 

If it’s one things we all know by know it’s that she’s a cruel, a truly sadistic individual. As we see in her interactions with Hector, she’s alluring...almost hypnotic in a sense as she lures her food to exactly where she wants them. Her abilities to gaslight and trick others makes it easier for you to mess up; cue an unfair punishment.

But you’re not her food, but you’re definitely her prey in a different sense. She will not stop at just seeing you and letting you go if she gets bored. If the latter does happen, she will kill you. I’m warning you; don’t struggle or resist. You may just find your end coming closer than you hoped. 

Your original accommodation is a partially-luxurious cell; I say partially because Lenore will use your weaknesses against you in order to demean you. She loves it when you beg for mercy, when you beg for her to let you go. It reminds the both of you that she’s the one in control, your life rests in her hands, and she lives to see the horror in your eyes as you realize that this time, you might not live to see another day. 

Personally, I feel as though Lenore would reward you just as much as she likes to punish you. If you obey her commands, if you listen to her and just stop struggling Lenore will give you gifts. If she knows that you’re hungry, she’ll slip you a hunk of bread. If she wants you to look nice, she’ll brush your hair, maybe wrap a soft scarf through your locks. 

Lenore has the final say in everything to do with you, and the other vampire sisters who she works with could give less of a shit; unless Lenore suspects or catches them trying to kill you, they mostly do anything to keep out of her way where you’re concerned, not wishing for any jeopardizing of ruling Styria.

One of the hardest things about being her darling is that you never actually know how Lenore feels about you. Does she love you? She sure seems to enjoy taking care of you, rewarding you, pleasing you over and over again. Does she want to kill you? You just hate it when she starves you. Why can’t just Lenore let you die, instead of beating you and throwing you around like a doll. She keeps you guessing, and you are thrusted unwillingly into a sick game that bids for your life. You have to constantly be on guard, your lover just treasures it when you cry at her feet, begging for her love which she so diligently gives you. She only punishes you when you deserve it, pet.

The worst feeling of all...is the power that Lenore holds over your head. If you were to try and escape, the outcome could be different depending on her mood. Forced cuddles? If she was feeling nice about it and generous, you’d be forced into her lap, swaddled in blankets, her claws keeping you close to her chest. But no matter how nice she may play herself out to be, Lenore is a monster. Everything she does ‘for you’ is for herself, and she will always be above you.

NSFW

WARNING: DUB-CON, NON-CON, GASLIGHTING.

Except, Lenore’s version of love is breaking, then building her darling up again. If it takes making you cum until you can’t anymore so you just shut up and listen, Lenore will relish in your punishment.

She prides herself in her ability to use your own pleasure against you. You can’t help it. You hate it, when these sexual acts should be so gratifying and sensual, they are performed as though you’re being tortured. Which you are, of course. You hate your body’s betrayal against your better judgment when you cum from Lenore’s touch. This woman has taken you, hunted you down, and forced you into sickening submission.

She has ruined you in many ways, but once Lenore finds a sweet spot to abuse, it’s game over. She loves blindfolding you, tying you down to her lavish bed, with the air making your body prickle with goosebumps; partly from your nakedness, and partly from your fear. She literally makes you guess what she’s going to use on you, and if you get it wrong (you almost always do) she uses it on you ten times harder. She gets off on your pain to the worst level.

Her ways of “pleasing” you makes you orgasm so many times, but Lenore will always finish the job with oral sex. In terms of giving and receiving, she is mostly a giver in her own fucked up way, but she mostly goes down on you to prove a point or as a harsh punishment. Although, since you’re her lover, Lenore really wouldn’t mind you being forced getting between her legs to serve her occasionally.

“Pet, how many times do I have to tell you? You are mine, and you always will be. You never had a choice! That being said, lie down like the good pet you are.”

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so shit just got dark. i wanted to try something new, and i love this show and loathe this character, meaning that it was very easy for me to make her sound as bad as she really is, perhaps even worse. Lenore is so well written and well acted in Castlevania, and she needs more content in the fandom. i am NOT romanticizing her behavior towards Hector or what i’ve written in any way, i just thought it might be interesting to see how she would act if she genuinely “loved” obsessed over someone. Hector is just so gorgeous and cute, he deserves the best. poor boy.

anyway, hope you enjoyed! ♦️

[rjshepofftheshits]

fuck it, osmosis jones world building: viruses

SO I KEEP TALKING ABOUT THESE LITTLE BASTARDS BUT I NEVER EVER PUT ESTABLISHED AU LORE DOWN ON PAPER.

IM ABOUT TO FIX THAT SHIT

so brief explanation: this is an resident evil osmosis jones crossover, lots of ocs and shared lore between the 2 canons. if you have any questions hmu because i fuckin love talkin about it.

heads up tho, this is gross so like. maybe dont read it if youre easily weirded out?

so in the au there are really only a few viruses talked about. Red death's like thrax, T-virus' like the one injected into patient zero, and the ones that were unleashed on Hector and Shane Detorre's school. lastly, there are the T-virus variants like Myx and Ataxia. while all these viruses are unique in their exact abilities, overall the share quite a lot. Especially considering most of these viruses are man made.

Basic virus biology

I know in the world of osmosis Jones, cells have gender. In my au I canon that although they have a preference for appearance and chose their pronouns, things are far more fluid than with humans. Even canon Ozzy and drix played with this in that episode Ozzy gets "pregnant". I'm not about to bring full mpreg into this au, but masculine presenting cells being the 'carriers'? That definitely happens here.

The main goal of man made viruses like the t-virus is not to kill their host outright. they mean to use psychological tactics against their victims and potential victims. inflicting fear and using it to spread their infection is something that comes naturally to them. unlike other viruses, whose main goal is to kill and add another notch in their dna chain, T-virus and their variants only want to spread, they do not collect dna beads unless programmed to. sometimes they spread via the bites or body fluids of infected, shambling hosts. sometimes with asymptomatic carriers and occasionally they completely sublime into the hosts immune system and become the new mayor ( as with patient zero and Cerebri)

Every now and then, they will mutate, or rather cause mutations in other viruses, perhaps create a new strain of t-virus. Given that cells are sentient in this universe, it is a cruel process that involves a lot of pain, to be taken over by a virus, thoughts and feelings that are not your own. some cells are resistant to this ( hence why the virus will occasionally sublime into a host and become one).

Certain strains are programed to cause mutations so that umbrella might find new, more effective strains of the virus. others, like Myx, are just naturally cruel and generate mutations randomly as a result of their brutality. This also doubles as their means of reproducing.

Reproduction

With regular cells like Ozzy or Leah or Maria, it's pretty simple. A single cell can divide (like Ozzy making mitosis Jones) or 2 cells of any gender or sex can make the woohoo and make more cells the old fashion way.

It's quite different with viruses unfortunately. Since they aren't technically alive , they are essentially infertile and can't reproduce in the traditional sense. If a virus wants to spread, they must infect an already existing cell, through touch or bite or sex. Doing that will transform the infected cell into a copy of the virus, which can then spread to others and so on and so forth. Most viruses, like thrax , prefer to simply kill their targets. It's easier and means less competition. They might accidentally kill someone while fucking or just infect a cell they meant to destroy. It takes practice to be able to control this ability.

T-virus' are an exception to this rule. while most viruses aim to kill their host, T-virus' and their variants aim A) to spread as far and wide as possible and B) to control the body, turning them into the shambling undead (or in myx and Ataxia's case, puppets for patient zero)

Virtually every part of a virus is infectious but most have a singular preferred means of infection. For Thrax it's his claw, for Myx it's her bite and for Cere it is a kiss. Their basic structure is upright although not necessarily bipedal (like Scarlet from ozzy and drix), with slick skin/hide, celia/tendril hair as well as predator features like sharp teeth, large forward facing eyes and claws. They will usually have unique traits based on the family of virus the are from (ie all t-virus' are digitigrade, red deaths have red protein envelopes.)

tw:dubcon/noncon reference in the next section

Some viruses share traits between each other. they cant replicate without help but they can improve one another. Again, viruses are not able to reproduce sexually, even with each other (although that generally won't stop them from trying) instead viruses engage in a...shall we say mutually beneficial exchange of DNA. Despite having varying genders all viruses have characteristics of more than one sex. Generally they have an appendage for giving DNA stands and an opening, for receiving them (although does vary).

Virus sex seems to function on some unspoken hierarchy, with the most deadly viruses at the top, the ones with the highest body count or longest DNA chain. they spread themselves and their worst( or best depending on how you look at it) traits to other, lesser viruses . sounds rather kind of them when you put it like that. the strong bolstering the weak? i can assure you, the words "kind" and "virus sex" will never be in the same sentence together.

Viruses mating (for want of a better word) is an incredibly destructive act. it causes corrosion and inflammation to the immediate area around them, damaging the body and any cells or germs in the surrounding area. To the virus themselves it can often cause a great deal of distress. while logically they know sharing dna will make them stronger, often they do not wish to be beholden to a creature stronger or more dangerous than themselves. Viruses aren't known for treating lesser life forms with any sort of care or kindness . To facilitate the act, Lesser viruses enter a sort of heat in the presence of more powerful strains. thought to be a quirk of biology to make them receptive, many viruses prefer to use it to take care of the competition or "thin out the herd" rather than its intended usage. neither seems to be a particularly palatable option, but when faced with such a choice most prefer to accept whatever DNA or trait is offered rather than have their nucleocapsid splattered across the nearest wall.

i have more world building but i think ive talked about virus sex enough for one day.

[vinatintasupernovita]

Cassandra sighed sourly as she swirled her drink in one hand, passively watching the party. It was supposed to be a grand celebration. Her brother had returned home after being lost to the vast Grecian world- how happy everyone was to see him, alive and well.

Well, everyone except her, that is.

Cassandra had liked it better when Troy was quiet- when she didn’t have to foresee so much. She always got the worst brunt of visions before one of her siblings went off on adventures, especially her damned brother Paris. She knew where he had been all along, canoodling with priestesses and angering farmers- but no one listened to her. No one ever listened to her when it came to her prophecies.

She stood at the walls of the palace hall, sipping on her first glass of alcohol in what would undoubtedly be the longest night in the last several moons. She listened to the loud revelry and almost wished she could be as blind as the rest of them had been in order to celebrate. But, that wasn’t the case now was it?

Her eyes wandered across the room, recognizing very few faces there. Mostly they were friends of Paris- the cheeky ass was the most beloved prince next to Hector. Half the city had to be there.

However, there was one figure in the crowd that caught Cassandra’s interest. A tall, muscular figure. Tanned and rugged in the way a warrior was, but with bright orange hair that fell just above their ears. Their eyes were dark yet shiny even across the room it was apparent how they glistened. They were quite a sight.

Suddenly, the room got blurry- the kind of blurry that Cassandra knew all too well.

In an instant, Cassandra saw their entire future together unfold right before her eyes. She saw the way that person- that stranger- would look at her during the first rays of morning light, their hands wrapped in one another’s gentle touch. She saw the way Troy toppled in the distance as they escaped on horseback. She saw fire and blood and flowers curling awake under the summer sun in a land far away from the only home she had ever known. She saw confessions of love and of.. other things. Things that were not for mere mortals to know.

Cassandra knew her prophecy was true, pure and undeniable. This, though? This was unlike any series of prophecies she had ever had. Maybe it was the shock of it all coming to her at once, but without even realizing it, she moved across the dance floor to meet her at the center.

Conquest was, to say the very least, surprised when a beautiful woman with honey-blond hair, freckled skin, and the most piercing black eyes she had ever seen took her hands and pulled her to the side.

“I know what you are.” When the words left Cassandra’s mouth, Conquest could feel her gut drop. “And you may not know me yet, but I’m your future.”

“Wh- Who are you?” Conquest asked, the tinge of surprise audible in her question. Cassandra squeezed her hands- and as if clockwork, Conquest felt her heart start to thump in her chest.

“My name is Cassandra.” She said, “I am the princess of these lands. I was blessed with the gift of prophecy. I can tell you are not a mortal, not like me nor my people. What you are is a mystery, though. One I cannot work out- yet, at least.”

That was a first.

“You were in my visions.” Cassandra explained, “I saw my entire life unfold the instant you walked into the room- in each scene, you were there. You.. you will become my everything.”

As if the gears in her brain started to slow to a manageable speed, Cassandra became more and more aware of how deeply intimate many of those scenes were. She could practically feel how Conquest would hold her- cherish her, even- in the times to come- and yet here she was, meeting her for the first time and probably scaring her- nice job, ever astute princess Cassandra.

“I..” She swallowed thickly as the embarrassment set in. “I’m sorry- the excitement of my visions overtakes me sometimes. That was so rude of me.”

Conquest was dumbfounded- she had heard of psychics before, of course, but never met one until now. And to think this Cassandra could tell that she wasn't a human so quickly? That was surprising. But what really stuck out to her was the fact that, apparently, she and Cassandra would get very close. Closer than close, from the sounds of it.

The idea didn’t surprise her- Conquest knew all of her siblings had their taste for humans- hell, that’s how she came to be after all, with War running off with her lady-love Helen of Sparta- but, until then, Conquest hadn’t considered the possibility that she too might take up a lover of her own.

She found humans attractive, sure, both men and women, and Cassandra was definitely attractive- but she hadn’t considered how to court a human, nor how it would intersect with her work.

But from the sounds of it, Cassandra was saying they would be together in every regard. It was.. a lot to consider, especially since they just met.

Cassandra’s building nerves were getting the better of her as she released Conquest from her grip, anxiously rubbing her own arm as she waited for a response of any kind.

“I am Sienna,” She said, following the only examples she knew by slowly taking Cassandra’s hand again and placing it to her lips, “It is a pleasure to meet you, my future.”

Oh, so being smooth was hereditary then, alright.

“..The pleasure is all mine, my everything.” There was a smile creeping its way onto Cassandra’s face, and Conquest decided right away that she liked this courting thing.

[honestlyfrance]

first lines

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

thank you so much @buckyrhodey for the tag!! miss youu 💕

idk what were my last stories so i went deep for these hehe, mostly a mix of published and wips

1. A Better Starry Night (sam/bucky ; horror)

The sky was silent. There’s a thundering crack from down the horizon, heads turning down by the mountainside. It seems to be approaching — faster now.

2. the sweetest tragedy (sam/bucky; mcd) - def a fave of mine!

It's a goddamn tragedy, it's what it is. You love him but he's leaving, high on euphoria with a rank under his name, you're going to lose him in every universe and there's nothing you could do about it.

3. to cease intimacy (sam/bucky ; first date) - this makes me yearn till this day

It's that moment when your heart hitched in your throat and you're unable to breathe freely, feeling asphyxiation nipping at your veins, it’s like you know that your heart was too full of emotion to function right, too much love that sends your heart running a marathon. It was a good feeling, a blissful moment, yet there was that betrayal within it that makes you question your feelings over and over again because there’s that one question running through your head: “Why is it him?” but it’s all good, everything’s peachy-keen because you don’t have to hide it anymore — you had to show it now, however, and that was a wave of dread coming all at once.

4. hug infinitely (sam/bucky ; protective!bucky)

It’s only a fact that you can’t protect who you love from every little inconvenient thing. You can’t fix every crack in the world just so you could breathe easy thinking your love wouldn’t trip. You also can’t make the sun go away so your love can’t get a sunburn on your nice little beach date. It’s miserable thinking that the world just has it’s ways to hurt your love, but that’s reality, and to have it bother you so much, it’s only a tragedy in three acts.

5. falling in love against gravity (sam/bucky ; sam centric) - i loved exploring sam’s experience with flying in this one

Falling was a violent act. You’ll trust the fall with intent so dangerous it’s almost like a kiss with death, and you’ll love it. You’ll love how you can fall backward and have a night with death. You’ll love how you could close your eyes and never open them again. Yet, you fly instead somehow. You fall then you fly, defying the law of gravity.

6. pine (wip name) (sam/bucky/steve ; thirst tweet acc)

The thing is, it didn't happen suddenly at all. They had mulled it all over, understood the risks and consequences. It's dangerous work, and there's no assurance that they'll make it out with their dignity, but what the hell. The 21st century needed more of Captain America and the Winter Soldier pining over the Falcon; let them be.

7. (wip name after mutual heh) (sam/bucky)

Little boys growing up in grand houses and ocean views are the kind of boys who would like adventure, the kind of boys who would yearn for the woods, and cozy little cabins in farms. Instead, December comes and they grow up smoking like chimneys in winter. Yes, little boys grow up and move into cities with blinking white lights, but they always come back seeking adventure.

8. death speaks (they called it kindness) (sam/bucky ; sam centric ; wip)

They say death aches like a motherfucker. Sam Wilson presses on it like a bruise, wanting to feel something before the sensation leaves his senses. He’ll ache for it, flawlessly manipulating it, and sooner or later, he’ll resurface and regret every single bruise he’d made. They say death licks all the wounds of the forgotten faces away, but to Sam, it’s just unforgivable.

9. milkshakes in two (sam/steve/bucky ; stucky fight for sams luv ; wip)

Truth is, love comes in many forms, but the form of a fist fight at a parking lot in three in the goddamn morning, like a modern-day Achilles versus Hector except they both leave with a cut under the eye and a broken nose instead of, you know, a bloody corpse, is just as romantic as leaving cute sticky notes around the house for them to see. It’s even more romantic if they noticed it, but sometimes a romantic gesture such as a fist fight between two supersoldiers need to tilt towards the murder part of Troy before a certain Falcon could notice.

10. field of flowers (sam/bucky fatws drabble 1x03)

When you look into Sam Wilson’s eyes, maybe you might see something surreal. Maybe something you shouldn’t have seen in the first place. After all, the eyes are the window to the soul, wouldn’t it be quite intrusive to look at him so bare?

(yall know my damn first lines are chunky paragraphs long so more below 🥰 )

11. love sweeter than candy, cavities to the heart (sam/bucky) 

It’s not that Sam despised the idea of it, in fact, he breathes it in like cocaine, feeling the rush and instant fall of his senses, and maybe it’s not actually drugs to him but maybe something milder, like, a kiss, one that is so slow and soft that it makes him scream at the deprivation, making himself aware of how desperate he just was about touch, literally any sort of touch, but then again, it’s Sam we’re talking about; suppressed and no-nonsense, he couldn’t possibly want something so good like some cliche grand romantic gesture that is too cheesy for its own good, and maybe it’s for the best that he keeps quiet about this want because it’s not like he gets it every day.

12. Partners (sam/bucky)

It was in the bathroom of a safe house that Sam Wilson finds himself bandaging himself up. There was a small gash on his forearm from the afternoon before; it ran down from below his shoulder blade to above his elbow, but it wasn’t as deep as it should be, just looking quite raw but wouldn’t need any serious stitching.  He’s been washing the same spot with clean water from the faucet for the past solid half hour, the sound of water gushing echoing in the tiny bathroom.

13.  oranges in october (sam/bucky) - this one!! this!!

You’d think that just because he had wings and he flies, that makes him an Icarus. Icarus fell to his death. He did not resurface, he did not live beyond that power. Sam Wilson soared high into the missiles of war and came back battered and red, dripping love and death as he stands in the aftermath of it all. You think he was an Icarus when he was actually Apollo. Anyone who gets close to him falls to the ocean waves, then sooner than later, he’s left singing eulogies as his heart rattles in a cage.

14.  It Rains Every April 10th (sam/bucky; mcd) - this too! ive been told by someone that this was the most accurate desc of depression theyve seen

Depression hits like a wave on a cliffside — sometimes you see it coming, sometimes you didn’t see it, and sometimes you just let it happen. It sometimes gnaws at your skin, always there, but more of a ghostly hand hovering over you; there’s that presence but you think you don’t have enough proof to prove it existed. Times like these you try your best to move but you become unmotivated, absolutely immobile except for the moments your body decides to exhaust itself for unrelated things you shouldn’t be doing. It takes a toll on you you wouldn’t even realize, and even then, who else realized it? You’re just tired. You don’t cry. You’re just tired.

15. to hold dear (sam/bucky)

Bucky Barnes didn’t want a lot of things. He’s got a really low bar of standards now, even just waking up without a threat on his life counts as a win. He doesn’t even mind if there wasn’t any more soap in the bathroom; he’s just glad he’s got a shower in the first place. Breakfast? God, he’s just glad that he could walk around a house with his guard let down.

i have no more (:

tagging: @enchanted-lightning-aes @siancore @pianistwriter80 @glittercake @lesbians-love-samwilson @mariahthelioness29 @rhodeslabs @lovelyirony :)

[erazonpo3]

hey look ma i made a map (not to scale please and thank you)

This is something I had fun playing around with on Inkarnate and it’s still liable to change in some ways but I’m generally happy with it! The idea was to make a map that extends beyond Corona to include all sorts of named regions from disney properties (and some of my own), but also be compliant with TTS (for the most part. I’m not responsible for in-universe incongruences for one thing). 

Side note: I made a Spreadsheet with all of the named Disney kingdoms that appear in extended media (like books and comics n stuff) so that I could nab them and cry ‘it’s canon whatever mom’ but more so I didn’t have to come up with names. You’re welcome to peruse it and use it as a resource too! it’s all disney props

To go into a bit more detail; 

Canon stuff

A majority of the map is me trying to keep the S2 journey in mind, with stops like Lumbard’s Pass and the Forest of No Return being necessitated by mountain ridges etc that would make detours around them a huge pain in the ass. For instance, it’s faster to reach the spire from Corona by flying over Kresten Loch, so the spire needs to be positioned in a way that it would be a straight line from Corona but requires a trip through the FoNR by foot. 

In Freebird Rapunzel mentions the “cliffs of Koto” so I took that for them being either in Koto or adjacent to it. Then in King Pascal Eugene mentions the black rock path leads them to the water/ocean, so that necessitated this huge bight in the land where they can then get knocked off-course to Terapi Island. More mountains because why in the hell would they go through Lumbard’s Pass + The Great Tree if there was easy access any other way? And yeah they could go by ocean but I figure the caravan just isn’t meant for open sea travel for very long, and shipping a caravan across a long voyage is a steep price even for a Princess. 

I know this does make travel between Koto and Blavenia virtually impossible but whatever. There probably are plenty of travel paths but most of them require mules and you don’t take a caravan. Anyway then they reach Skoteníyi which is what I’ve named the Dark Kingdom (It’s based on a headcanon I won’t get into now), and then of course Rapunzel + co minus Cass fly back to Corona via hot air balloon. 

The obvious thing here is that technically the distance between Corona and the Dark Kingdom isn’t particularly far, but the terrain is awful to travel by foot/wagon which is why the S2 journey takes as long as it does. Extra notes are that Lost Lagoon lists Yultadore, Dionda and Antipe as kingdoms that lie on Corona’s border so I squeezed them in where I could. 

My touches to the map

Points where I’ve put my personal spin on things is largely in the geography of all the regions surrounding the S2 journey and how those mountain ranges might affect/inform the geopolitics etc. I put in some big mountains encircling Corona which makes the wall a very strong strategic piece of defensive infrastructure, which only makes sense if Yultadore + Bayangor + Dionda were historically its rivals. 

Bayangor has since allied itself with Corona but maybe doesn’t get as much help as it would like. As you’ll see in my 2nd pic of the map I’ve outlined the 7 Kingdom Alliance as per the named kingdoms in Beginnings, and notable exceptions to this alliance are Yultadore + Vakretta and Equis. So Yultadore + Vakretta get to be historic rivals of Corona, and Equis gets left out because nobody likes King Trevor. (I definitely wanted to have Equis on a peninsula that’s landlocked entirely by Corona to say that yeah, this kingdom does have sovereignty but only because Corona lets it exist and they all know it). 

The 7 Kingdom Alliance in this verse is necessitated, I imagine, by how god damn terrible travel is through the northern half of this region and if Corona (one of the strongest trade regions by dint of connecting the north to the south) wants to make a trade pact with you in return for some political pressure, then you’re sure as hell going to take it. Another fun tidbit is that the Dark Kingdom is so far across the continent from Corona and so difficult to reach it sort of does make sense why Corona just. Forgot about it. 

(Note also that while a lot of the land in Skoteiníyi is infertile, there are edges on the border that are free for the taking by its border friends. Have fun with that, Edmund.) Refugees probably headed south to Yuwabe and Zaria as less hostile/difficult regions and spread from there, which is why Adira and Hector can be found wandering the southern half of the continent in the CTA AU. 

I’ve also spoken about the region of Eltaire-Sère before as the region in which Ilione lives, and I’ve settled on it being in Dionda- which now places Dionda as Corona’s south-eastern rival. As you can see there’s mountains almost completely encircling the region so it’s nearly impossible to stage military battles there so it just gets passed back and forth in treaties, and as of current TTS the region belongs to Corona even though it’s actually outside the wall and looks like it should belong to Dionda. Culturally, the region is a pretty strong blend of both Corona and Dionda (probably leaning more towards Diondan) so Lio gets two for one. 

Cassandra’s (first) journey

I’ve mapped out Cass’ journey in blue and it’s not really set in stone because I care less about the where of where she’s going and more about what’s happening there, but nevertheless I wanted it to be visually distinct from the S2 journey which is why she travels south before making a stop at Terapi Isle (hello Lady Caine funny seeing you here) and finally catching up with Alphecca in her homeland of Vakretta. It’s also worth mentioning here that one of the upsides to being a Lich in this verse as opposed to a ghost is that there’s no limits on where Alphecca can physically travel, and she spends a lot of time wandering around which is why Cass first runs into her in Jeojin/Yirov.  

I haven’t figured out as much on the geography of the southern section of the continent because unlike the S2 journey I can do whatever the hell I want with it, so I have full creative control but also I don’t have any markers like “Cass HAS to pass through here so make a detour impossible”. Nevertheless I like that the southern part of the continent is largely flat; compared to the northern half travelling is a breeze, which means the timeline is simply up to however long I want Cassandra to spend in one place. 

I figure in her 2nd journey she heads up north towards our dear friends in Arendelle as she travels around Sídiros (Iron Kingdom) in what coincides with Varian’s journey, but I haven’t really figured out what that’d look like yet. 

Varian 7K stuff

Timeline-wise Varian’s journey doesn’t start until Cassandra gets back from her 1st journey. Nevertheless I’ve mapped it out because I like being able to visualise it, and it lets me work in the 7 Trial Kingdoms into the map and worldbuilding. 

Jeojin is the “Fire Kingdom”, Dovena is the “Water Kingdom”, and Ardhyewa is the Air Kingdom. I didn’t want Cass and Varian’s journey to completely overlap, but Cass does visit Jeojin on her way out of Dionda and she hits up Ardhyewa to give Nuru + Ara a cameo. Torres is actually one of the named disney properties but I figured it’d make a perfect “Earth Kingdom”. Varian then travels through Yuwabe to hit the Dark Kingdom and then Sídiros as the “Iron Kingdom”, and the outline never mentions how the hell they get back to Corona from there so I figure they probably double back to the Dark Kingdom in which an air balloon is waiting for them. Idk it’s not my problem. 

A fun fact is that Varian’s journey intersects with Cass’ 2nd journey in the Iron Kingdom/Sídiros, in Solanales- if you’re familiar, Solanales is where the Countess Violante rules. Cue Cass trying her damn hardest to shuffle these kids THE HELL out of dodge. Countess Violante is also one of Donella’s biggest rivals in terms of her crusade against the IK aristocracy, so Cass + Donella work together in a “the enemy of my enemy is my friend” situation, which is of course hilarious when Varian assumes Cass has turned evil again because she’s working with 'the bad guy’ of his journey. 

He thinks she’s evil again and she’s like do you want Violante to commit a genocide hello??? funny stuff

Conclusion

so anyway thats it i love talking geopolitics

[cto10121]

Thoughts On Aimer (Multilanguage)

Back into another Aimer hyperfixation, so here’s some meta on the translations of various versions! Note that this comes from the perspective of a non-native speaker of most of these languages (except for Spanish) relying on English translations. I’m mostly basing my analysis on the lyrics, not so much the arrangement or singers. And so, in no particular order:

French: The simplest but purest expression, almost to the fault of triteness. That said...weirdly enough...it’s still the best version. I really can’t say the other versions do it better (except perhaps the Hungarian). I think it’s the juxtaposition between Romeo’s light/heaven/flying imagery vs. Juliette’s the time/life/fire/burning imagery that works so well—it even forms part of the imagery in the Shakespeare as well, even in the equivalent scene in the play. I’m so amazed Presgurvic had picked it up even in translation. The other versions do not quite understand this (even the Hungarian mixes it up) and when they do, it’s not as powerful. Otherwise, I’m stumped. Maybe it’s the power of the infinitive? French being a Romance language? The privilege of being first? The D&C dream team? That splendid Chorus backed with the power and might of the Budapest Symphony Orchestra? All of the above?

Hungarian: The best apart from the French, no question. Faithful in both translation and intensity, while resolving some of the repetition of the French. That new Chorus verse before the Juliette one is super nice, and R&J not singing it really works. That “Nincs szebb, égni e tűzben!” line especially hits so. damn. hard. The only thing that maybe makes it not surpass the French is that it’s a little too smooth and lacks a bit of emphatic punch that the French gives. YYMV. Also, show-wise, after the showstopper of La Haine in-show, it does feel more of an anti-climax. Still my most revisited version, and even the covers are a bop.

Spanish: The most faithful of all the translations—that Hector King had it so easy, I’m crying in envy. Probably too easy, though: A lot of it is grossly simplified and awkwardly kiddish. First of all, I would have translated it as “Amar” instead of “Te Amo,” frankly, since the latter is much more awkward to sing; we don’t do that nifty Italian trick of using contractions so “T’Amo” is out. Also “Amar” is much more impressive in the infinitive. “Y soy como un ave en vuelo” (And I am like a bird in flight) is probably nicer than the French equivalent, (And touching the wings and birds) but Juliet’s “Et brûler au cœur d’un volcan” (And burning in the heart of a volcano) is turned into “Y quema en mí este fuego” (And this fire in me burns), which is just lamer. Their shared verse is inferior to the French. I would have been much more adventurous; at least the Italian had “E brucia nel desiderio”—“y quemar en su/mi deseo” would have worked. King obviously wanted more of an intimate address, but the infinitive works just as well in Spanish as in French, right??? It’s only in English that the direct “you” has more power. And “Aimer,” despite being a love song, is just not an intimate one. It’s emphatic, triumph, occasionally sweet and longing…but not intimate. But at least it’s coherent and they kept the “paying the price” part!!!! They’re the only version that manages this and I am so grateful. I always do like my foreshadowing.

German: The Austrians are always professional, though Michaela Ronzoni’s translation is uneven in the Austrian (her Les Rois is especially lame). I do like her Liebe, though. They use the united/binded motifs to especially good effect at the end especially, which is always strong in Germanic languages. It’s only too bad they had that slowed-down concert-hand-wavy arrangement—no doubt they were inspired by that Production That Must Not Be Named.

Dutch: Always awkward with the zijns, which the German managed to avoid, but there is at least some good lines, namely “Liefde—haar kraft zu leven.” I’ve always liked the sound of Dutch, those nasals are attractive, but overall it’s definitely one of the weakest of the official versions.

Russian: It’s hard to judge this because they went in a way different direction, pretty much writing original lyrics more in the lines of a wedding vow song. In general I prefer this direction over others the Italian one, but it could have been much better done. There is intensity in the “Give us, in the name of all lovers” and “Time, prolong this moment!” lines, (hardcore) but the beauty, passion, fire of their love...it’s all gone. :/ Can’t say I prefer it. Exchange vows as you like, but where is the love??? One amateur Russian production had lyrics closer to the French; no idea if they were better, but the Russians seemed to approve if the comments are anything to go by. It at least sounded less strange.

Japanese: Again, this is part of the Russian-Japanese-Romanian trio that make it more of a wedding vow song. The first half is very weak, a too-simple paraphrase of religious wedding vows, but it does get better and the last two choruses do deliver the intensity needed and they fit with the soaring melody. So it does redeem itself somewhat, but it’s still the weakest sung. But I do have a soft spot for the Toho, and Japanese does have a kind of pure sound that is apropos for the song and lyrics.

Romanian: Pleasant surprise with this one, introducing a pinch of Hungarian into the mix (with the hearts and the flying) but otherwise going its own way. More eternity motifs, and a nice imagery about two dewdrops always united (dos pequeños rocíos...your Latin is showing, Romanian). It’s not as developed as the Hungarian, though; Romanian’s Latin may have impeded it from following the Hungarian too closely, or perhaps they wanted a purer imagery on the song. They may have done better just by going with the French.

Italian: Not the worst, but by far the biggest disappointment. “Love and change the world” is especially lame; it sounds like a self-help slogan. Love and change and the world! Light up the darkness! Shout out your presence! Learn how to be your best you for only $29.99! I feel like ReG are trying to sell me something. They could have been much more faithful to the French imagery, frankly, which is much more impressive. At least “Ama” is a good starting note. “T’Amo” could have been another option. I remember there was an amateur Italian version on YT that began with “Cosa ti fa sognare?” Still remember it after these years, so maybe they were on to something. (Ed: Found it! YMMV, but it doesn’t sound too bad. Much smoother than the Incenzo and less dry, but it does lacks punch). Overall, it feels much more shallow than most versions, which have at least some gravitas.

Korean: Never mind, this may be the most faithful translation yet, as far as I can tell. Incredible for an Asian language. I like how the Chorus obscures the subject until the last line—gives it more punch that way. Def one of the nicer versions.

English: Hi, we interrupt Romeo and Juliet to bring you National Geographic: The Musical! The worst, hands down. Nature metaphors /= love. Don Black actually has a good track record with translating otherwise tricky French songs (re: Legrand’s Les parapluies de Cherbourg as “I Will Wait For You”), but he was obviously too out of it or just too old to do a decent job with Aimer. This is a song that really does not tolerate much deviation from the original meaning or even the original arrangement. I would have assumed he would have at least glanced at the Shakespeare or did an indirect translation with the same theme. Not...whatever the hell this is. The best that can be said for this is the meme-level quotability; once you hear British Romeo shout-sing THESE ARE MY MOUNTAINS!! you can never go back again.

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Winning The Game Called Love (Hector Bellerin) PART V

Part V of this little piece that I enjoy writing so much. It is a bit longer, but if you ask me, totally worth your time. The entire story was inspired by the outfit in the picture, so I wanted to post it. Also, I kinda want to dedicate this chapter to one and only @varanest​ because of all the support I got, and of course all you anons that decided to write me - you have no idea how much it means to get encouragement for one’s work. Anyway, this was supposed to be the last part, but I think there will be one more after this because I don’t want to leave you hanging (epilogue maybe?) Let me know what you think...

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

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Aida wrapped her long coat tighter around her body, trying to stop herself from shivering even if she was well aware that she wasn’t doing so because she was cold.

Her battered Dr. Martens boots echoed as she walked along the edge of the vast parking lot, and except for few expensive-looking cars parked randomly and a very bored security guard, sitting in his small cubicle, watching Fawlty Towers – it was completely empty. 

Aida pulled her phone out, nervously checking the time, but deep down she was just doing it in order to see if there was maybe a text message from Héctor, telling her where to look for him.

What if this is all just a prank?

Was he watching her now, laughing his arse off?

Just as she was about to jump on the train of doubtful thoughts and untrue conclusions, she spotted him – her heartbeat speeding up ever so slightly.

Héctor was leaning on the wall, illuminated by the spotlights surrounding the exit doors – eyes trained on his phone as he lazily moved his thumb across the screen. Aida’s stomach did a quick flip as she stopped for a second, observing him from from afar - letting the familiar rush of excitement run through her, followed by yet another shiver. 

This time she didn’t even try to make herself believe that it was because of the low temperatures.

Deciding that she had been creeping on Héctor for too long – not that she could be blamed in the first place, Aida started walking towards him – her heart beating loudly in her ears, masking the noise that her boots made. Nervously, she smoothed down her clothes, exhaling softly.

Héctor looked up at her as she approached – a slow grin appearing across his face as he slid his phone in the pocket of his trousers. Aida smiled back feeling her bile rising as she quickened her pace, and before she could say or do anything, Héctor had already pulled her into one of those hugs that made any other hug she received less important. 

Surprised by the sudden and unexpected contact, Aida wrapped her hands around him awkwardly.

It was a mistake, she knew it, but she couldn’t help herself – inhaling deeply, she let her guard down for just a few seconds, enjoying their closeness. Aida could tell that he recently had his post-match shower, both by his scent and the wet tips of his hair that tickled her face as they hugged.

“Nice to see you,” Héctor spoke, breaking the hug, and Aida, for the lack of better reaction, smiled softly as she took a reluctant step backwards. There was nothing more she wanted than to stay in his embrace for much longer, but she had to maintain healthy distance – after all, they weren’t even – heck, Aida didn’t even know what they were.

Still, that pretend distance that was supposed to keep her feelings in check meant nothing once Héctor gave her a cheeky once-over, grinning like an idiot. Not knowing what to do or say, Aida nervously pulled at the strings of the hoodie she was wearing – suddenly feeling warm throughout her entire body. 

She was blushing.

You’re acting like an idiot, Aida.

Héctor smirked at her – index finger moving closer to her chin only to tug the string out of her grip gently, muttering something in Spanish. 

Or was it English? Catalan?

“I hope you don’t mind me wearing it in public,” Aida muttered, smoothing down the hoodie while avoiding looking at him. When he didn’t say anything, she continued, trying to sound like her normal self that seemed to be lost somewhere between her feelings for the handsome right-back and the intense brown of his eyes, “I really enjoyed the match, thanks for inviting me.”

“All of it? Or just the last fifteen minutes that I was out on the pitch?” Héctor teased, giving her a small wink. Aida felt that familiar warmth wash over her yet again as he pointed at the exit doors behind him. “It’s a good thing that we won, then. That goal was a proper beauty.”

Aida, deciding that her sarcasm might be her best bet, gave him her best fake surprised face as he stepped forward, opening the doors for her and holding them in place. “Wait, what?” she asked, suppressing a smile, “are you trying to tell me that you weren’t the lads in blue?”

Héctor laughed lightly, adjusting the red beanie on his head, and it made Aida stop for a second when she realised how well put together he actually looked – despite playing a major game just an hour before. From the choice of his clothes to the tiny details like his cross earring and few statement rings on his long, tattooed fingers. 

Stop staring.

“You humour me,”  Héctor retorted as Aida she squeezed herself next to him and took a few steps towards the glint of light that was coming from the world outside.

**

“Look, I will stand here and all you have to do is try to kick the ball past me,” Héctor instructed, still crouching in front of her where he was adjusting ‘the ball’.  

She enjoyed the silly competitions - never failing to make a fool out of herself willingly or not, and she had nothing against some football, despite being very, very bad at it, but as Héctor tried to explain the challenge, Aida noted two problems.

First – the ground beneath her boots was slightly muddy, sticking to the soles of her boots, and second – the ball that Héctor was fixing wasn’t actually a ball, but  a pine cone that he kept hitting as they walked through the park since they arrived.

For some reason or another, they ended up in Highbury Fields – taking the empty pathway along the rows of naked trees and wintery bushes, and despite the silence between them, Aida enjoyed their stroll as she stole glances at him every now and then like a lovesick schoolgirl. The park seemed to be very quiet just for them, with only occasional passerby that didn’t even spare a second look at the professional footballer and a petite brunette with rosy cheeks next to him. 

“It’s ridiculous,” she commented, adjusting her hat nervously. “I know it doesn’t look like it, but I have two lefts attached to my body.”

Héctor chuckled at her, glancing quickly at her. “You just have to believe in yourself.”

“Easy for you to say,” Aida huffed, “it’s like competing against, I don’t know—have you seen yourself on the pitch?”

“Few times, but I am glad to find out that you did as well,” Héctor teased as Aida felt her stomach being evaded by thousands of butterflies. “Would it help if I motivated you somehow?”

Aida looked down at him, finding herself both annoyed and turned on with his cheeky smirk. She could sense that he had an idea on his mind, and frankly, she was slightly scared. “Go on, vice-captain…” Aida urged, placing both of her hands on her waist.

“That ball—,”

“—Pine cone, you mean?”

Héctor made a silly face at her, and once again, her stomach made a flip. 

“That pine cone,” he corrected himself, “if you manage to get it past me, I am buying you dinner after this. There’s a great vegan place down the road, and I’ve been peckish for a while now.”

Aida blushed, imagining them sitting at the table together, candle burning in  middle, and his hand slowly touching hers— she stopped herself, shaking her head lightly.

You need to stop watching Hallmark movies.

“And if I don’t?” Aida asked, composing herself.

“I haven’t thought about it,” he spoke as he got up, dusting his hands against his trousers before giving her a look under his eyebrows. “Come on, unicorn. Have faith in yourself because I do.”

**

Not only did she lost the challenge, but she has also managed to fall on her arse and stain her relatively new coat with the wet mud. Despite giving her best, Aida knew that with her two left legs and balance or rather lack of it, she wasn’t going to win this one, no matter how much he tried to make it easy for her.

“Well, that was embarrassing,” she grinned at him like a Cheshire cat, brushing her coat with her hands as he took off his hat for a second, running his fingers through his locks before putting it back in the place.

Héctor stifled a laugh before hitting the unlucky pine cone with a real force, making it fly and land along the bushes, few meters away. “It wasn’t that bad,” he grinned, and Aida rolled her eyes at him. “I’ve seen worse.”

“Who? My granny?” she joked as Héctor took a step closer, only to pull her hat over her eyes, making her gasp and swat his hand away. “I was actually looking forward to that dinner,” Aida added with a sigh.

“It can still happen, y’know?”

“That’s because you’re peckish, innit?” Aida teased back, blushing lightly as Héctor smirked at her.  

Slowly, they made their way down the long stretch of park, towards the exit as Aida tried to come up with something to say. She knew that she had no need to keep talking, but she enjoyed the silly banter with him; it was relaxing her.

Aida looked around the park.

The dusk had already set – the layer of fog forming slowly, and despite the gloominess of the winter, it looked beautiful. She stuck her hands in her pockets as she observed the nature surrounding them.

“I was wondering…” Aida started softly after a while – a thought that has been bouncing around her mind, tickled her curiosity.

“Hmm?” Héctor hummed as Aida glanced up at him – her heart making a dip into her stomach.

Hot. Ridiculously hot.

“Why did you want to meet up after the match?” she asked, making a detour around a small pool of mud in front of her. “And most importantly, how did you get my number?”

Héctor laughed lightly, glancing at her and Aida quickly looked away. “Blimey, are you always this curious?”

“Sometimes,” she teased, but on the inside she was becoming a nervous wreck. Héctor stopped for a second; Aida did the same, feeling of anticipation growing inside of her as she waited for his answer. “Come on, Hec,” she added softly, using his nickname for the first time.

He took a step closer – his face shadowed by something else other than his boyish demeanour; something that Aida couldn’t put her finger on what it was.

“Let’s say that I suddenly got curious about magical creatures,” he finally answered – the corner of his lips moving upwards as he took a step back away, starting to walk again. “Also, you still owe me a sign language tutorial. Don’t think I forgot about that.”

It was Aida’s turn to giggle as she caught up with him. “Hate to say this, but not many birds would appreciate that kind of flirting, Héctor.”

“What about you? Would you appreciate it?” he asked nonchalantly and Aida’s breath hitched in her throat.

How can he say something like that and keep his cool?

For what seemed like ages, Aida tried to make herself breathe again. The only thing she was able to do as she tried to gain back her composure was to open and close her mouth like a fish. It certainly didn’t help that Héctor kept his eyes trained on her, smirking mischievously.

He was more than pleased with himself.

“I… I’m, ugh – idiot,” she groaned, burying her face in her hands.

Héctor chuckled, tugging at her coat sleeve, making her look up at him. “My God, you are unbelievable, but in a good way.”

Aida blushed a further shade of red as she looked at him, wishing she wasn’t because a certain type of tension was growing between them and it made her heartbeat accelerate.

“It’s all your fault,” she blurted out, quickly realising that she actually voiced her thoughts instead of keeping them inside her head. Burned with the realisation that she humiliated herself once again, she took a step back.

“Guilty as charged,” he grinned at her playfully, and all Aida wanted to do was to find a rock and hide underneath it for a while. “Y’know, I wasn’t joking with what I said about the dinner,” Héctor started, switching the subject casually as Aida managed to gain some of her confidence back – her cheeks cooling down ever so slightly, “but you still need to keep the end of your bargain.”

“And here I thought you forgot about it, silly me,” she joked back, trying to sound cool, but on the inside she was feeling the nervousness growing yet again. “What do I have to do?” Aida asked, pretending that she was ready for whatever he had in his mind.

“Kiss me,” Héctor responded nonchalantly as if he was asking her about the time or as if he was wondering if it was raining outside.

Aida swallowed – her eyes going wide for a second as her mind shut itself. She was desperately trying to find the goddamn switch, but it was in vain.

She was not ready for this.

“Fine,” she whispered, nervously sticking her hands in the pockets of her coat. “A kiss,” she repeated and Héctor nodded, looking at her with a small smile dancing on his lips as he waited. She nodded as well, more as an encouragement to herself before taking a step towards him. 

Without wasting a moment, she tiptoed ever so slightly, giving him a peck on the cheek - softness of his skin surprising her for a second. Not pleased with the execution, but glad that she didn’t humiliate herself once again, she smiled, taking a step back and in the direction of the exit gates that were in front of them.

Before she knew what was happening, Héctor’s hand pulled at her arm, and Aida only blinked fast couple of times when she found herself facing him once again. He was gently pulling her closer towards him - one of his eyebrows rising slightly as he locked his eyes with hers. Aida waited for that cocky grin of his to appear on his face, but it didn’t; not this time.

She only saw moments like this in the movies and TV shows, and more than often she wondered if they existed in real life or if they were just a product of creative freedom. Whatever the case was, Aida wasn’t sure what was she supposed to feel because instead of the romantic anticipation she imagined when watching those, all she felt was a turmoil of butterflies in her stomach and a slight wave of panic rising inside of her.

Aida blushed a deep shade of red as Héctor’s arm sneaked around her waist, underneath her open coat, and for a second, she thought that her heart had stopped beating.

“For someone who knows the sign language, you really are very bad at reading them.”

“You didn’t specify— it’s not the same,” she breathed out shakily as Héctor’s other hand went up to her cheek where it settled perfectly against her jawline as he drew her in closer. The rings he wore felt cool against her burning skin as he watched her – eyes searching for a silent encouragement in hers.  “Héctor,” Aida mumbled, heat rising inside of her, “whatever you’re about to do, can you just do it?”

She didn’t expect him to laugh, yet he did – throwing his head back for a second before looking back at her, and just when she was thinking that he was only teasing her, he leaned down, capturing her lips in proper kiss. The moment it happened, her eyelids fluttered close and she felt a tingle ran down her spine – her legs suddenly becoming weak. Quickly, she pulled her hands out of her pockets, sneaking them around his neck for support. 

Maybe that was exactly what he was waiting for because Aida could feel him deepen the kiss, pulling her even closer.

There were moments, many of them, if she was going to be honest, when she wondered how it would feel to have his lips against hers, and now that she finally had the chance, Aida didn’t want to stop, and it scared her. Getting on her tiptoes, she brought herself closer, wanting him to know that she wanted the kiss; that she needed him to kiss her, and just as she started to relax into him, the kiss became just a gentle brush of his full lips against hers.

Much to her dismay, Héctor pulled away, and she suddenly became childishly shy, looking bashfully down at their shoes.

Do I say something now?

Is it wrong that I want to snog him again?

You just kissed Héctor, Aida.

“Much better,” Héctor smirked, giving his bottom lip a small bite as Aida glanced up at him, wondering what was going through his mind. Did he feel the same tingles as she did? Does he want to kiss her again as much as she wants to kiss him? 

“Uhm—,” Aida trailed off, nervously looking away – her arms nervously swaying as Héctor took a step back while running his hand along his jaw. Aida felt a shiver of cold run through her, suddenly missing the the warmth of his hand against her face; his arm around her waist. 

“Hungry?” he suddenly asked, sticking his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

Aida didn’t say anything, but nodded confusedly, closing her eyes for a second as they started walking towards the exit gate – a small but timid smile appearing on her lips.

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Coco Fic Day!

Happy Day! I have a few suggestions!

#1-  Fic Title: Whatever It Takes by papergardener on AO3 (dont know if they have a Tumblr)

- What it’s about: Ernesto disposing of Hector’s body after the deed is done. And the mental tug of war he has in his head while he does so.

- What I like the most about it: The writing and the added depth to Ernesto’s character. I have actually accepted this fic into what I genuinely believe happens in the canon and exactly what I think Ernesto’s mindset was at the time. So, until Lee or Adrian say otherwise, this is what happened after the poisoning as far as I’m concerned.

-Favorite Scene: The burial. It’s rough to read in the best possible way. Everything about it is so delightfully painful. It shows how much a tragedy this whole thing really was for everyone involved.

-Why others should read it: First off, just to fill in a missing gap in the story. Lee was actually asked what Ernesto did with Hector’s body, which he left open ended. This is, I think, the best version of events. Secondly, and to me more importantly, to get a really interesting glimpse into Ernesto’s mind. I like to sing from the rafters that Ernesto is one of my favorite villains in all of cinema. This fic is why. The internal conflict he struggles with is so fascinating. And his cold justification for everything is chilling.

-Other thoughts: The whole fic you’re screaming at the screen for him to change his mind. It’s a real roller coaster. Also I could literally list all of papergardener’s Coco stuff on here. It’s all wonderful.

#2- Fic Title: Two Cokes by death_frisbee (and maybe im_fairly_witty?) on AO3 (idk if death_frisbee has a Tumblr, but I’ll tag im_fairly_witty!)

-What it’s About: It takes place in the Teacher!AU when Hector was just a little adorable boy and explores his relationship with his very stern Tia Victoria.

-What I like the most about it: Omg what do I not love about this?? I love the pacing. I love the relationship between Hector and Victoria, especially since we didn’t get too much of it in the canon. I love Hector’s relationship with Elena. I love it ALL!

-Favorite scene: I think the birthday scene. It’s a touching moment between Hector and Victoria. Not only is it super ooc for Victoria which is interesting, in and of itself, but the warning she gives to Hector (and you know what it is if you’ve read it) rips my heart right out of my chest. A close second is the cigarette scene.

-Why others should read it: The FEELS!

-Other thoughts: Honestly just go read all the Teacher!AU things written by @im-fairly-whitty and death_frisbee. It’s so enjoyable. And even thought it has a lot of Imector in it, which as many already know is not my favorite thing, it’s well worth dealing with to see Hector and Miguel be so adorable together! Of course I know Imector is a thing most people enjoy xD But you get it!

Aaaaand know for some self promotion! Or should I say coming attractions 😉

My fic: Papa is Home by me!!

What it’s about: The Rivera curse is a little more literal. The Riveras are genuinely unable to play music. That is except for two of its members: Miguel and his Great Grandmother Coco. Coco claims there is a spirit following her, guiding her. Her and Miguel team up to solve the mysteries of their families’ past and break the curse.

Why I wrote (am going to write) it: I like me a good ghost story. And what better set up than the Coco story. It’s got it all. Vengeful spirits, guilt laden fathers, a determined family, and a tragic death. Not to mention I wanted to give Mama Coco a bit more spotlight then she has in other fics I’ve read :D

What I like most about it (the idea anyway): Even in the film I liked Miguel and Coco’s relationship. I’m just reaaaaally gonna enjoy exploring it a bit more!

What part was the most fun to write: Don’t know yet ;3

Why I think you should read it: Oh geez um... to hear one of your favorite stories told though a different perspective? To get those sweet, sweet feels? You need more Hector suffering? I know I’d just greatly appreciate it! Just know I have changed some things and certain characters may not be put in the most flattering light. Just remember its all my silly opinion :3

Other thoughts: I also started a fic foreeeever ago that was about Hector’s life from birth to post film, but I haven’t worked on it in actual years! I’d probably have to rewrite it if anyone would be interested in a fic like that!

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Character basics

[Picrew link]

Seline Silverstein

Feisty, opinionated, free-spirited

A young witch that recently moved to town. Studies Cultural sciences with focus on storytelling, popular culture and writing. Her magical affinities are water and air and her specialised method is singing. Sky witches are supposed to calm and soothe the shadow wolves, but Seline is too stubborn and angry for that. She wants to argue. She wants to fight. She wants a mission that would be worth it. How can she help other wolves with their tempers, when she struggles with her own? Daydreams, writes, sings. Lost in her own world half the time, makes her a bit oblivious. Prouder of being a scientist than a witch, but she is very good at both.

Isaiah Wolfson

Cautious, well-mannered, kind

Very powerful shadow wolf with unrivaled control to the point he doesn't seem like a wolf at all. Laid-back and friendly most of the time, when he isn't on the brink of violence. Passionate psychology student. Refuses to belong to any pack, which creates tensions in the pack hierarchies. Values freedom, good manners and often suffers for his pride. Always perfect, smooth, nothing ruffles me vibes. Has masks for every situation. Hardly let's himself relax. Has too much work, wants to save everything he comes across. Too nosy. Very very caring, everyone deserves love and kindness except me worldview.

Matthew Blackwell

Sarcastic, temperamental, protective

Matthew has a wolf's temper to go with even worse tempered angry personality. Bad combination. His shadow is too strong to control, some days he struggles to even think clearly. He doesn't belong, doesn't submit, doesn't care. Only maybe sorta not quite enemies with Isaiah. Interested in economics and bussiness making of humans, if only he could tolerate the classes better. When calm, he is the emotional barometer of the room and gets things quickly in his pack before Isaiah or Seline have a clue.

-> Matthew's sisters

Hector Wolfson

Competetive, hard-working, ambitious

Isaiah's younger brother. Extremely ambitious and competetive, wants to lead the biggest pack and control the city. Very angry with his older brother for not supporting him nor accepting his challeneges. Insanely competitive. Obsessed with being the best. Wants to he the leader, and means well, but he can't people for the life of him. His trademark attitude is love me or hate me, Idgaf. Does not understand his emotions or anyone else's. Prickly and fuming for the smallest thing.

Olive

Shy, artistic, determined

Olive is a human girl studying arts in Vienna, who often goes to the economy campus to draw. She also has a student job there as manager of the school's social media account. She is timid and compassionate, having hard time making her way through with people and gets emotional easily, but can be assertive in her own way and stand up for her passions, especially drawing, manga and anime. Rather withdrawn and introverted, she does believe in the best in people and carries a fascination and curiosity that make her inspired all the time.

Arnold "Arnie" Wolfson

Empathetic, manipulative, playful

The youngest Wolfson brother and a human. He is the one most in touch with his emotions and quickly understands circumstances and people. Often uses this to hit people where it hurts. A master of words, since they are his only weapon. Shameless enjoyer of life and pretty things, cares about style and appearance. Very loyal to those he loves, would go to hell and back for them. Also gets extremely jealous.

Dylan Silverstein

Friendly, carefree, lazy

Seline's younger brother. Shadow wolf. High school dropout lacking shadow discipline and ambitions. Outgoing and charming, makes friends easily. Very naive, mouthy, does not plan for the future at all. With a human family finds it hard to find a pack. Has little sense for wolf culture or proper manners. Irresponsible, no care in the world, gets defensive quickly. Often breaks taboos and things that are supposed to be impossible cause he didn't know they were.

Rip

Abrasive, snarky, fair

Street stray shadow wolf. 19 years old. Cynical as heck, been living on the streets since he was 13. His whole family is dead and he blames himself for it. Excellent fighter respected by most street wolves, especially in the fighting rings. No formal education whatsoever, learned everything on the go on his own. Perceptive and great judge of character. Very strong sense of justice he thinks is a weakness but can't shake.

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Blue is the Loneliest Color

This takes place in the bad dad Quirin au and is basically Hugo finding out! Thanks all my discord peeps for putting up with my meltdown yesterday! And big thanks to @oneneetwriter for inspiring this with their lovely fic: The color blue! Enjoy! 

Hugo placed his hand over Varian’s. He immediately stopped his fidgeting, staring up at him with wide blue eyes. He brought his other up to cup Varian’s face, placing a soft kiss to his lips. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’m sure we’ll get along great.”

Varian bit his lip, eyes now fixated on the ground. “Right.”

Hugo’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. He could never get a proper feel for Varian’s relationship with his father. He always seemed to avoid the topic at all costs, it was a strange side to Varian and it just didn’t make sense to him. From what he’d heard from others Quirin seemed like a perfectly okay person, although when he asked for details they seemed to be lacking. He was an enigma and Hugo was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Normally he wouldn’t push Varian into doing anything he wasn’t comfortable with, but it had been two months since they settled in Corona and he had yet to meet his father. He had met everyone else, from Rapunzel and Eugene, to Lance and his girls, Adira and Hector, hell he’d even met Shorty. Everyone except the one person he wanted to impress, everyone except Varian’s father. So he pushed and pushed, until Varian finally gave in. He needed to meet the man if he was going to ask for his blessing to marry Varian. It was something he’d been planning, sure it would probably be another year or so down the road, but he wanted to make sure he was in his good graces and not have anything catch him off guard when the time came.

“Can we cancel? Please?” Varian asked, eyes pleading as he took Hugo’s hands in his.

Hugo sighed, pulling a hand away as he rubbed his temples. “Why?” It was harsher than he intended, but he wanted an answer, damnit. Everytime he tried to meet his dad there was some excuse as to why they couldn’t. It was getting tiring. He knew something was bothering Varian, he just didn’t have enough information to figure out what and Varian wasn’t helping in the slightest. He moved his hand away from his head as he was hit with a startling revelation. “Is it me?”

“What? No, Hugo, it’s-“ Varian had brought his eyes up for a second only to turn them back to the floor. “Complicated.”

Hugo frowned, that explanation did little for his nerves. Varian’s refusal to meet his eyes only increased the sensation that something was wrong, something was being kept from him, and he didn’t like it. “Var-“

“It’s fine, let’s just get this over with.” Varian said, stepping away from Hugo. Hugo nodded, not that Varian saw, he was already out the door posture tense, his hands shaking. It was all so very un-Varian. He hated it, he never should’ve asked for this, his stomach sunk as he thought about what could possibly happen at dinner to make Varian act like this.

Dinner was lovely. Sure Quirin didn’t talk that much, but they got along well. Varian had been quiet at the beginning too, eventually warming up. He had been watching their interactions closely, noticing Varian’s tense posture and the way he flinched slightly whenever Quirin looked at him or handed him something. It faded as the evening went one, Hugo brushing off Varian’s odd behavior as nerves. He let himself slip into a sense of ease, maybe that’s how he missed it.

Hugo made himself busy clearing the plates from their meal, stacking them inside the sink. He moved to start washing them, but Quirin stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Let me and Varian take care of this. You’re our guest.”

“Oh, it’s no problem. I don’t mind.” Hugo insisted.

Quirin’s grip tightened, almost painfully, he assumed it was just because he was so much stronger than him. “I insist.” Hugo nodded, making his way back to the living area, joining Varian on the couch.

“This wasn’t so bad.” Hugo said, wrapping his arm around Varian.

Varian opened his mouth to reply, his teeth clicking together when he promptly shut it again at the sound of his father’s voice. “Varian, come help with the dishes!”

Varian tensed immediately, any sense of ease he had previously disappearing. He looked at Hugo, his eyes once again pleading, but Hugo didn’t have an answer, how could he when he didn’t even know what the question was? Varian removed himself from Hugo’s grasp, pressing a kiss to his lips, desperate, pleading. Hugo broke it, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion, the sinking feeling in his stomach returning. Why did he feel like this? Dinner had been fine, they got along fine, everything was fine, wasn’t it?

Suddenly he didn’t want to let him go, but he had no reason to keep him. So he let him go, his stomach sinking as Varian disappeared into the kitchen. Hugo stood then, making his way around the house. He hadn’t been to Varian’s childhood home before. It almost felt as if he was seeing a new side to him, but there was something unsettling about it. The walls were bare, not a single picture of the family lining the walls. It was almost like Varian had never been there. He may have been an orphan, but he knew this was not normal. Didn’t most parents love to shove their kids in peoples faces? What made Varian different? He knew of Varian’s past, but was that really cause to purge all trace of the boy’s existence from the home? They had made up, their relationship was better, Varian had said so, they got along now, didn’t they?

Hugo turned to the stairs fully intending to go up the stairs and investigate Varian’s old room. His foot hovered over the first step, the sound of a plate breaking preventing him from taking it. He turned just in time to see Varian bolt from the kitchen, wiping at his face with his sleeve. His eyes caught sight of the red that stained it, Hugo following him out the door and into the woods, hoping Quirin wouldn’t think he was being rude. Where was he anyways? Was he not concerned for his son? Had the plate cut him somehow? It had to, it was the only way to explain the blood, but then why would Varian flee from the house?

“Varian!” He called, hot on his heels, but Varian kept going, not acknowledging him in the slightest. Once he was close enough he grabbed Varian’s upper arm, attempting to get him to stop. He regretted it instantly. Varian looked up at him with fearful blue eyes, tears staining his cheeks, and blood trailing from his split bottom lip. Hugo’s heart stopped, his breath catching in his throat. “Did-“ He didn’t want to finish that train of thought, he didn’t want it to be true. “What happened?”

He reached up to cup Varian’s face, the latter flinching as soon as Hugo raised his hand. He dropped it, letting go of Varian’s arm as well, if what he suspected was true he probably wasn’t fond of the contact right now. More tears spilled down his cheeks. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t- I didn’t mean to upset him. I messed everything up. I-I’m sorry.”

Hugo’s hands hovered awkwardly over Varian. Usually he wouldn’t hesitate to pull him into a hug, but this wasn’t something usual, it shouldn’t be. And yet it seemed that it was Varian’s reality. He wanted to march back into that house and beat the shit out of Quirin, even though he didn’t stand a chance in hell. He so badly wanted to give into his anger, but right now Varian needed him more. “Can I hug you?”

Normally he’d go right into spewing sweet words in his ear, trying his best to soothe Varian with them, he didn’t think that was the most important right now. He needed to first establish that he meant him no harm, that he wasn’t going to hurt him, unlike his father, no, unlike Quirin, he didn’t deserve that title. His heart sunk as Varian shook his head, his shoulders shaking as he brought his hands up to his mouth to suppress the sobs. “No. I-I’m sorry. No.”  

“That’s okay. That’s fine. I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, okay?” Varian nodded, it was small, barely there. He felt sick that Quirin had reduced Varian to this. Had it been like this his entire life? Had it happened after the amber? Did anyone know? Hugo fought the urge to pull him into a hug again. “Can I touch you?”

“Okay.” It sounded unsure, like he felt bad for denying Hugo, but he wasn’t completely comfortable with it.

“Var, I need to know if you’re okay with it or not. I need you to answer honestly. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.” He hated how hypocritical that was, he’d forced him into this hadn’t he? Still he pushed forward, swallowing his own guilt. “Can I touch you?”

Varian wiped some of his tears away, giving a slightly more confident nod. “Yeah, that’s-that’s okay.” Hugo made sure to move slowly, bringing his hands up to cup Varian’s face, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. Varian’s breath hitched, leaning into the touch once he got comfortable. Hugo didn’t say anything, waiting until Varian was calmer before he’d chance speaking again. Instead he used his sleeve to wipe away the remaining blood from his lip, gently dabbing the fabric against the wound. Varian grabbed his wrist, stopping his movements. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t want you to see that. You weren’t supposed to see. I’m-“

Hugo brought his finger to Varian’s lips, effectively cutting off his sentence. “Don’t apologize. Do not apologize. None of this is your fault. None of this should be happening to you.”

“But-“

“Varian, it is not your fault. Whatever he’s told you, whatever he’s done, you are absolutely not to blame. You don’t deserve this abuse,” Varian flinched at the word, but he needed to know that’s what it was, what it is. “You deserve the world, and I’ll make damn sure you get it.”

Varian smiled at that, it was a small, broken thing, but a smile nonetheless. “Thank you, Hugo. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

This time Hugo chanced wrapping his arms around Varian’s waist, the smaller wrapping his arms around his neck in return. “Lucky you, you’ll never have to find out. You’re stuck with me, babe.”

This time his smile was more genuine, closer to what he’d grown to love. “Thank you, I mean it.” He leaned forward, pecking Hugo’s lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now let’s get out of here, before I do something stupid.” Hugo said, eyes darting briefly back to where the house was. He didn’t let them linger, focusing instead on Varian. It was strange to think the person he treasured more than life itself someone would take so for granted.

“Everything you do is stupid.” Varian laughed, sounding more like himself, despite his tear stained cheeks, and the dried blood on his lip. He pulled away, making sure to keep a firm grip on Hugo’s hand.

“I resent that.” Hugo shot back, not sparing another glance behind him as he led Varian away towards a better future. He wouldn’t ask for details today, he’d let Varian share on his own terms, no matter how long it took. And when the time came, maybe, just maybe, he’d ask Eugene for his blessing instead.

[rawiswhore]

Various WCW, WWF, and ECW Wrestlers x Fem Reader- “I Touch Myself”

I actually originally planned on typing and posting this fanfic on Sunday, but Wrestlemania was on that day, and I wondered if I should type a fanfic set at Wrestlemania or what I originally planned on typing, so I typed and posted a fanfic set at Wrestlemania instead.

Also, I typed this fanfic yesterday and wanted to post it yesterday, but didn't have time to finish it, so I'm posting it today.

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In 1996 and 1997, a wrestling company known as WCW had higher ratings than the WWF, and the WWF was once the most popular wrestling company in the world, and even still is today now known as the WWE.

You had signed with the WWF in 1996, and one of the rules you had under their contract is that you weren't allowed to work for other wrestling companies, which was so lame.

You've seen some of WCW, and some of the wrestlers over in WCW are hot and sexy.

You wish you could hook up with some of the hotties over in WCW, but sadly, you can't.

Lousy contract.

So what can you do?

Simple, and I'll explain it later.

When the summer of 1997 was almost over, you were lying in bed one night in a hotel room, with all of the lights in the room turned off.

You thought about how hot some of those men in WCW were and what you wish you could do with them if you were with them.

You had shut your eyes, though you're trying to not fall asleep, and one of your hands had slipped down your thong panties and the pads of your fingers had touched your vulva.

You started picturing and fantasizing about a wrestler in WCW that many people probably have never even heard of, and the reason why is because he was never pushed that much and was booked as a "jobber": someone who makes another wrestler look good, and that wrestler is Jim Powers.

What a cookie cutter sounding wrestling name.

Despite that corny wrestling moniker, Jim Powers is really hot and sexy, so hot, there was even a WCW moment involving him, an Ultimate Warrior knockoff named the Renegade who had ditched his face paint and fried, crunchy hair, a wrestler named Joe Gomez and a skinny twinkish wrestler called Alex Wright walking on the beach together and taking their shirts off.

This moment was obvious fan service for some of the women watching WCW.

When you fantasized about Jim Powers that night, you fantasized of him wrapping his huge, muscular arms embracing you and pulling you close to his chest, and you had lifted your hands and wrapped your fingers atop of his biceps and gently squeezed them.

His biceps were rock hard, and that wasn't the only thing that was rock hard on him (winkwinknudgenudge).

Jim isn't the only hot one in WCW.

One of the more popular wrestlers that was in the biggest, most notorious wrestling faction in WCW; the wrestling faction that would increase WCW's ratings, was Scott Hall, who used to play Razor Ramon in the WWF.

Scott was even hotter in WCW than in the WWF as Razor Ramon, and he'd get even sexier as the 90's were coming to a close.

Scott Hall/Razor Ramon is known for having a very hairy chest, and your brain switched to now thinking about yourself in front of Scott Hall with your face buried in his chest hair, while Jim Powers was standing behind you and had his massive, strong arms wrapped around your waist.

As you were fantasizing about this, the tips and pads of your fingers started gently caressing and stroking vertically up and down your clitoris.

The tip of your finger scratched your clit underneath your clitoral hood, trying to make sure you feel something, and you felt a slight little tickle under that hood.

Rubbing your clitoris isn't the only thing you can rub on your body to make you feel good.

Your other hand slipped underneath your oversized T-shirt you slept in tonight and let the pads and tips of your fingers touch your stomach, where you began to vertically slide and elevate those fingers up your torso.

As you slid your fingers up your flesh, you fantasized about that scenario with your face buried in Scott Hall's chest while Jim Powers was behind you with his arms wrapped around you.

Blood is already rushing to your clitoris fantasizing about this, swelling your clit up and making you even hornier.

Room for one more, honey.

There's another wrestler in WCW who had gotten even sexier when he ditched the face paint, messy hair and even the Ultimate Warrior knockoff gimmick, and that wrestler is the aforementioned Renegade.

The hottest the Renegade ever looked was probably in 1996, before he grew facial hair, so you imagined the way the Renegade looked that year, where, while you have Scott Hall in front of you and Jim Powers behind you, the Renegade is on one of your sides, wrapping his massive, huge muscles around your waist, but not squeezing and hugging onto you too tight.

It's like you're trapped and can't be released from these hot men all over you, but you want this.

It's also almost like these men are shielding and protecting you.

It feels good when you take your clothes off and the air is all over your skin, maybe you can undress tonight and masturbate naked.

These little fantasies are tame and mild, so you decided to make your fantasies get a little bit naughtier.

Lex Luger has crossed over to WCW during the late 90's, and for those who don't know, Lex Luger was promoted by the WWF in 1993/1994 to be the next Hulk Hogan and the next face of the company since Hogan left, and they turned Lex's character into a patriotic, all American hero, except Lex didn't have any of Hogan's charisma and audiences didn't really click with Lex.

Lex eventually joined WCW by the end of 1995, and he actually was kind of sexy.

Lex's body, even during his days in the WWF, was always glazed and slathered in baby oil, and your mind had abandoned the thought of Scott, Jim and the Renegade all around you and switched over to just Lex.

You imagined being with Lex the way he looked in 1996/1997 with his hair hanging down and not wearing a shirt, and you imagined one of your hands caressing baby oil vertically up and down his torso, your palm and fingers feeling the ripples of his muscles on his torso.

You didn't just imagine caressing baby oil on his torso, but also sliding it up and down across his arms as well.

He, meanwhile, is just staring at your hand caressing that baby oil on his body, the baby oil making his body shinier.

Baby oil isn't the only thing that can make someone's skin shinier, and so your mind thought of something else.

This time, your mind began to think of him the way he looked in 1996 and 1997, his hair hanging down and not tied back in a ponytail, his body is stark naked with not a single stitch of clothes on him.

You pictured that Lex in a locker room's shower, where the floor is white little tiles, and you were fantasizing that you were naked in that shower with him, where your hand was caressing and stroking his body with body wash while he stood under a showerhead, the water pouring and washing away the foamy wash off of his washboard abdomen.

When the body wash had evaporated and disappeared off of his abs and trickled down his legs, his abdomen looked shinier, like you had smeared baby oil on his abs.

You didn't just rub his abs with that body wash, but his pecs as well, where, of course, the water had rinsed the foam off of them, his pectoral muscles looking shiny under the buzzing lights on the ceiling.

Lex doesn't really look all that hot with wet hair though, and to be honest, Lex isn't really that sexy or hot of a wrestler.

As you fantasized about Lex, your fingers, especially the pads and tips of them, were crawling up your skin to your breasts, you felt these cold little tingles while your fingers brushed up your skin.

If you had any body hair on your legs and even arms, you're pretty sure the hair on your body would stand up over the sharp feel of your fingers caressing your skin.

Rushes are transmitting to your areolas whilst your fingers elevate up your flesh.

Honestly, these fantasies involving Lex Luger are a bit too tame for your taste, now to go all out wild, what you really want.

Your brain switched to thinking about something else.

This time, you fantasized about a sauna or steam room, and inside that steam room was WCW alumni Scott Hall, the Renegade circa 1996 with his hair hanging down, Jim Powers, Lex Luger circa 1996/1997, Scotty Riggs without facial hair (looking how he did during the last months of '97), Eric Bischoff in January of '97, Joe Gomez, Raven (who just joined the roster and left ECW), Stevie Richards without facial hair, the blond one in this WCW duo called High Voltage, Chris Benoit (yes, THAT Chris Benoit, before he, well y'know...), and maybe even Chris Jericho.

They're not the only ones in this steam room, so is some of the WWF roster: Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley with his hair hanging down, Billy Gunn/RockaBilly with blond hair, Jeff Hardy, Leif Cassidy without facial hair, Marty Jannetty, Brian Pillman in late 1996, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, Scott Putski without facial hair, Scott Taylor, Brian Christopher, and these Hispanic wrestlers named Heavy Metal, Hector Garza, Latin Lover and Pierroth without his mask and hair tied back in a ponytail.

You could probably even invite Thurman "Sparky" Plugg in late 1996 and Jeff Jarrett in early 1996 in this fantasy too, though you feel embarrassed to put them in there.

Finally, one wrestling icon you're putting in this fantasy is Rowdy Roddy Piper in during the late 80's and early 90's, when he had long hair and didn't have bangs.

He is kinda cute with long hair.

All of these aforementioned men were sitting in this sauna stark naked with nothing but a towel wrapped around their waists, hiding their genitals, and you entered the sauna, where you were the only girl in that sauna.

You had shed your towel off of your body, revealing you weren't wearing anything under that towel, showing your nude body off in front of them.

After they made some silly wolf whistles at you and had ear-to-ear smiles spreading across their faces, you walked up to these wrestlers and approached them, where they all disrobed themselves and it lead to you getting gangbanged, and you don't mean gangbanged as in being shot with guns, at least not the literal definition of a gun.

Though, how is that even possible?

What can you do if you're gangbanged by 30 men?

Well, you could ride these men's dicks one by one, but that's not really a gangbang, more like running a train.

You could ride one of their dicks while you're sucking on another dick and masturbating 2 other cocks in front of your face while 2 other wrestlers are rubbing the tips and heads of their penises in circles on your areolas and jerking their cocks off, while several other wrestlers are jerking off in front of your face and your hands sometimes take turns to crank up and down their shafts, masturbating them, as well as taking turns to suck on their cocks as well, and each wrestler in that sauna all gets a turn to do that or have that happen to them.

You've had a gangbang like that in the summer of '97, where wrestlers from the WWF and WCW had exercised at the same gym, and you invited the sexiest wrestlers in the WWF to the locker room of a gym, where you had this gangbang with them, and after they had all jizzed, you let who you thought were the sexiest men in WCW to do the same gangbang these WWF men did, and after they jizzed, the last ones you let do the same aforementioned gangbang to you were some other hot men from the WWF.

In fact, those hot men from WCW you had a gangbang with are some of the same men you're fantasizing about tonight.

That was one of the happiest and best days of your life, and probably their lives as well.

That was probably the only time, for now, anyway, where these men from WCW had sex with you.

Either way, you were trying to fantasize about getting gangbanged by the hottest men from the WWF, WCW and even a few hotties from ECW as well in a sauna.

While you tried to fantasize about this, your fingers had reached one of your nipples, which had become erect, and you love the feel of your nipples being rubbed and tweaked, you love that feeling even more than having your clit rubbed.

Thank God you're fantasizing about this at the right time, and the pads of your fingers at your nipple began to rub horizontally left and right, back and forth on your areola.

You actually have pressed your fingers on your clitoris before, and it feels really good, you can feel a little something under your vagina, so as you rubbed your areola, the pads of your fingers this time pressed down on your clitoral hood, pressing until you feel a hard surface under your vagina where you can feel something.

You bit your bottom lip and slightly arched your head back, your toes curled and bunched up, your lips trying to block a moan from being released.

Thank God that you didn't have anyone in bed with you to hear you moan.

Your moans sound more like a gasp than an orgasmic moan, and chills were running down your spine while you masturbated yourself.

You tried to make your fingers vertically rub up and down your clitoris while they were also pressing down on it as well, did it work?

Somewhat, yeah.

Rubbing faster might do the trick in making you cum as well, so you increased the pace when you rubbed your clit, rubbing faster than usual.

You didn't just rub your clit vertically, but also rubbed your clitoris around in circles with the pads of your fingers.

Getting gangbanged by several WWF, WCW and a few ECW wrestlers isn't the only thing that's sexy.

You've been gangbanged in locker rooms several times, and so your mind began to imagine being in a locker room instead, where you're getting gangbanged by these sexy aforementioned WWF, WCW and a few ECW wrestlers that you imagined being gangbanged in a sauna with.

You imagined being stark naked with these aforementioned wrestlers swarming all around you, masturbating several of these wrestlers' cocks in front of your face and tits and taking turns to suck their dicks and lick their shafts, getting their precum and jizz all over your face and breasts and in your mouth, where you swallow their cum.

Plus, you could maybe even ride one or 2 of these wrestler's cocks; one is in your pussy and the other in your asshole.

As you fantasized of this, your fingers on your areola began to switch this time; putting your nipple in between the pad of your thumb and index finger, where you began to tweak and pinch that nipple, turning it a bit.

You tried rubbing your clit even faster than usual fantasizing about this, and you really want something like this.

High pitched little moans are coming out of your mouth, and you hope that the neighbors next door won't hear them.

It's gonna probably take some time until you really do cum.

Your pussy feels like it's getting wetter and wetter and releasing something through the pores of your vagina while you're masturbating, and you're breathing short little gasps as you masturbate yourself.

You haven't been faking your orgasm tonight, you really do feel this way when you're touching yourself, and you keep elevating yourself up more and more.

You've also been trying to stay awake and not fall asleep despite your eyes being closed and eyelids feeling heavy.

Like your nipple, your fingers then began to place your clitoris in between the pads of your index finger and thumb, where you squeezed and pressed your clit together.

You've tried this before, and it feels really good too.

You can feel a little something down there when you're squeezing your clit together.

Goddamn it, you really want some of these hot men from WCW and the WWF right now, but at least when you can have these hot men from the WWF and you've had them many times.

You removed your thumb off of your nipple, and this time, you began to run the tip of your index finger on your areola in circles over and over again.

While these sexual fantasies are pretty hot, are these the perfect gangbangs?

Now some of these men are undeniably hot, like Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam, Scott Hall, and Jim Powers, but then there's Brian Pillman, who's the least sexiest out of all of these men.

You're also unsure if you should have Jeff Jarrett and Sparky Plugg in these fantasies, hell, even the name Sparky Plugg is corny (so is his gimmick).

Speaking of fantasies, you've heard of something known as a glory hole, which can sometimes be when someone is in a stall and there's one or more holes drilled in the stalls, and men poke and stick their penises in those holes where someone sucks and jerks those cocks off.

You even tried to recreate a glory hole not once, but twice in the summer of '97.

You imagined yourself in a narrow little stall, like the stall to a changing room, with several holes drilled in the sides, and those holes were filled with the penises of these sexy wrestlers you've been fantasizing about tonight.

In your fantasy, your fingers are wrapped around their shafts and masturbating their dicks, one cock is aiming at your face while another is pointing at one of your breasts, and while you're jerking them off you're sucking and licking on one wrestler's penis and swallowing his precum.

Each of these penises get a chance to get sucked, licked and masturbated in this fantasy, all of their precum gets in your face, in your mouth, down your throat and on your tits, and your hands are scrambling to another penis to pump their cocks quickly.

One thing that you've noticed that feels really good is when you rub your fingers over your clothed clitoris and areola, so your hand vertically elevated up your vagina and exited out of your panties, and lifted your hand out of under your shirt.

The tips of your fingers were a little gooey and wet from rubbing your moist pussy, despite your fingers rubbing your clit, not being up your twat, though you can always clean your fingers off with your mouth.

You placed the tips of your fingers over your clothed breast as well as your fingers over your clitoris shielded by your panties, where you began to vertically rub your fingers up and down your clit whereas your other fingers rubbed horizontally back and forth across your areola covered by your t-shirt this time.

This feels really, really good. If you've never done anything like this, I reccomend it.

The fabric of your panties nudged and attached to your areola and vagina, and you can feel your nipple poking and pointing through your T-shirt.

As you rubbed and masturbated yourself, you continued imagining that glory hole fantasy, imagining you're sucking and licking the hottest wrestler's cock like Shawn Michaels or Jeff Hardy, swallowing his precum, while you're masturbating Scott Hall's dick pointing at your face and jacking off Jim Powers' dick pointing at your tits.

Eventually, your mind drifts to fantasizing of sucking Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Rob Van Dam, Scott Hall or Jim Powers while jerking off Shawn Michaels, Jeff Hardy, the Renegade or even Scott Putski, and then the aforementioned ones getting their dicks jacked off get their cocks sucked as well.

Don't worry, even the likes of Brian Pillman, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, and others get their dicks sucked and jerked off as well.

You're definitely not fantasizing of sucking and jacking off the really ugly wrestlers like most of the Dudley brothers from ECW, eeeech.

You actually wish you were a man, a gay man even, so that way, you can masturbate and jack off to these sexual fantasies you're having tonight.

One thing you haven't done tonight is try to put your fingers up your twat, maybe you can do that.

You wanna save the best for last; fantasizing about sucking and jacking off the hottest male wrestlers ever.

Maybe they'll make you cum, that's why you're saving the hottest and sexiest ones for last.

You're trying to rub your fingers over your clothed clitoris not just vertically, but horizontally, as well as rubbing your clit around in circles.

You're also rubbing the tips of your fingers over your fabric covered areola around in circles, you can feel your nipple sticking out in the middle.

You rubbed your clit fast and quick, running the pads of your fingers in circles over your clit.

You moaned and gasped while you rubbed your clit, your head arching back and your face and head looking like it's in an orgasmic state.

As you masturbated yourself, you fantasizing of sucking Shawn Michaels' cock, licking up his shaft and swallowing his precum, while you jerked off Rob Van Dam and Scott Hall, your fingers quickly moving to another shaft to masturbate Jeff Hardy, Jim Powers and Hunter Hearst Helmsley.

And in your fantasy, you grabbed another cock and moved it to your mouth, leaving Shawn's dick out of your mouth and sucking on Jeff Hardy or Rob Van Dam or Scott Hall while you jack off Shawn Michaels.

You mumbled and bit your lip, holding your moans back, and then, suddenly, your pussy had creamed, your twat becoming wetter than ever before, gushing your salty, slippery cum.

Your clitoris pounded and throbbed after you had came, and y'know how when you cum and you're a female, sometimes it feels like you've only came a little bit?

That wasn't the case with you.

While you didn't burst like a fire hydrant when you came, you were definitely wet in the panties, and you didn't pee your panties.

Despite that you've finally came, since you didn't get the chance to insert your fingers inside your twat, you lifted one of your hands off of your underwear and slid them down your panties, until your fingers touched your wet, slippery vulva.

Even though you're wearing panties, with your index and middle fingers attached to each other, to tried to insert those 2 fingers up your pussy hole, not your urethra where pee comes out, but the hole many cocks have entered; the hole babies are born from and menstrual blood flows out.

The tips of your fingers slowly were entering and penetrating into your wet twat hole, stretching your walls apart, and when your fingers were inside enough your cunt hole, you began to make those fingers fuck you like it's a penis, your fingers moving back and forth inside your pussy hole.

You didn't just fingerbang yourself, but you also pressed your thumb on your clit, moving your clit around in circles with your thumb, as well as still continued rubbing your fingers on your areola covered by fabric.

As you finger fucked yourself, you fantasized of these WWF, WCW and some ECW wrestlers you thought were sexy "running a train" on you, where they're all waiting in line to fuck you and each of them get a turn one by one.

You eventually got tired of finger fucking yourself, so you slid your fingers out of your twat, your fingers now gooey and sticky, but you moved your thumb off of your clit and started rubbing your clitoris with your fingers.

You rubbed your clit vertically, horizontally, and in circles with the tips and pads of your fingers.

You may as well call it a night right now, and you waited to drift off to sleep while still masturbating yourself.

When you were waiting and trying to fall asleep, you thought of these wrestlers you've fantasized about tonight all rubbing and caressing your naked body with body wash in a locker room shower, lathering your body up with foam, and they all get chances and have their hands traveling all over your body, while your hands are trying to touch on each of their chests and arms as well, rub the foamy body wash on their skin, trying to put your hands on their body parts and vertically caress them.

You have so many hot sexual fantasies with wrestlers that could be porn, and you even acted out some of your sexual fantasies with these professional wrestlers you've fantasized about.

When you woke up in the morning, your hand was still down your panties, though you still didn't continue masturbating when you fell asleep.

Y'know, Cyndi Lauper was one of the reasons the WWF blew up in popularity in the 1980's, she even guest starred in the WWF and had professional wrestlers and wrestling managers in her music videos.

And one of her most notorious songs is a song called "She Bop", about her masturbating.

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I actually tried fantasizing of getting gangbanged by so many hot men from the WWF, WCW and some from ECW (maybe even a few from modern WWE, NXT and AEW too) while I masturbated last night.

[reddogcollar]

Focus

I practically refused to write dialogue sorry.

First/Prev/Next

Summer nights had never been so warm.

Even in light clothing, Hector was burning up.

He wasn't sure he'd been touched this much in his whole life. Not kindly, at least.

Drew had been holding onto him throughout the night, for what, he didn't know.

Wrapping his arm around him to pull him in close, touching his shoulder to get his attention, leading him the hand. There was almost no time that he wasn't touching him somehow, not after they'd gotten up.

In the back of his head, he wondered if it was because Drew was worried he'd lose him in the crowd.

He didn't dwell on it, though. He almost couldn't dwell on anything. After a year of near isolation, everything took too much of his attention.

Lights, smells, music, conversations, Drew.

It had started making his head spin when everything started picking up.

Now he didn't feel dizzy, not because of that at least. He just felt dazed, and unfocused.

Maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing.

For now, maybe he'd be fine just not thinking, as long as he could avoid making anymore stupid comments.

A brief lack of contact brought his attention back to Drew, who was handing him a sandwich. He didn't know what was in it, and he didn't ask.

All that really mattered was he couldn't remember the last time he actually ate, and for the first time in a good while, he felt truly hungry.

Starving, even.

He ate it faster than he could taste it.

In the back of his head he remembered something about how he was probably going to make himself nauseous.

He didn't really care. He was distracted by Drew snickering, telling him to slow down with a hand on his shoulder like holding onto him was all he'd ever done.

It'd be intoxicating enough, even without the wine.

For the first time it occurred to him that feeling this way for your own jailer probably wasn't normal. He wasn't sure if he'd rather call Drew his jailer, or Bergan, though, so he cast the thought aside.

It probably wouldn't ever amount to anything, anyway.

All that mattered to him was that he was still something worth smiling about, apparently.

However drunken and lopsided his smile was, Drew was still smiling. It set him on fire. He could blame the alcohol.

He leaned into him, his touch, and bumped into him, making them both lose their balance for a second. He could blame that on the alcohol, too. Drew didn't seem to mind, anyway. He just wrapped his arm back around Hector, still smiling.

It was enough to make him smile, too.

Still hazy and dazed looking, but happy enough that the night felt worthwhile.

He wasn't sure where they were going, he hadn't been paying any attention to their surroundings, Drew simply kept walking, and he followed.

They talked, but it was hard to hear over music, conversations, and fires. It was even harder to remember, once he lost focus.

He didn't mind, and he hoped Drew didn't either.

If there was anything important they had to talk about, it probably wouldn't be there, in the middle of the crowd, anyways.

He was happy to stay out of it. If he got his focus back, he'd probably just get overwhelmed again.

Talking about nothing, walking and going nowhere, not noticing anything except Drew's hand on his shoulder, it was all better than being stuck in a room with books that couldn't help him.

Until, at least, bumping into someone almost made him topple.

The only thing that kept him from falling over had been Drew's arm draped over his shoulder again. And he was fairly certain Drew was being held up by a pole holding a lantern.

Looking at Manfred, he noticed for the first time his sight had been distorted.

He looked taller than he thought he should be. Looming.

The sight of him made Drew go rigid, tensing up for the first time in the night.

He didn't hear what either of them said. He didn't want to listen. He tuned it out.

Before he knew it, Drew wasn't next to him anymore. He was in front Manfred. Talking. They both had looks of barely masked annoyance, after something he said.

He couldn't tell if Manfred had been drinking, but then, everyone around had, hadn't they?

He wasn't sure he'd like to see what Manfred would do during an argument if he was drunk.

He didn't really feel like he could breathe, suddenly. His throat has closed and his chest hurt. It didn't just ache. It burned. Some moments, it felt like he was stabbed.

He couldn't breathe, and he was struggling to stand on his own.

For a second, he thought it'd be funny, if he choked to death because of someone he wasn't expecting to see.

What a way to die.

Then his stomach flipped, and he was afraid. Afraid he may choke. Afraid Drew and Manfred would start fighting. Afraid he may throw up in front of a crowd.

He had to get away again.

Holding onto anything that wouldn't protest, he got out of the crowd. Out of the noise. Out of the brightest lights.

He couldn't make himself go farther, were it was truly dark.

Not alone, at least.

Sitting down in the dim light would have to do him good enough. At least it was quiet. At least he was alone.

He didn't really want to be alone.

He didn't want to be anywhere near anybody. He didn't want to say anything. He didn't want to be looked at. He certainly didn't want to be alone, though.

Maybe he should go back.

he thought made him go cold. He didn't want to confront anybody, definitely not like this.

But if he didn't want to be alone, he'd have to go, wouldn't he?

Who would care to seek him out? Why should anyone? What time was he worth if seeing Manfred made him want to run off? What concern was he worth if he was such a coward? What did he matter if there was still some part of him that made run from things he deserved? What-

Broken out of his thoughts, he heard footsteps.

Irregular, tentative, soft.

Like whoever was walking didn't want to make any noise.

Skin prickling, he looked around for whoever was sneaking up on him.

The lights caught the glimmer of metal, bouncing off it in a way that stung his eyes.

It was just Drew, then.

He sat down, still in a careful way that he was stumbling around. Like he didn't want to scare him away.

He was too close. The air was too hot. He could feel Drew's eyes burning into him.

But he didn't move away. He didn't want to be one of Drew's problems.

"Sorry."

For once, it was Drew apologizing to him.

"For what?" His voice was rough. Scratchy and raw. Did he cry without noticing, or had he just become dehydrated?

"You're obviously upset."

His face scrunched up, in disgust probably. He didn't really like he was in control of his expressions anymore.

No matter how hard he tried not to be, he still ended up one of Drew's problems.

"You're fine." He said, deciding not to focus on his own voice. He couldn't stand how it sounded, at the moment.

He rested his forehead on his knees and shut his eyes.

Maybe his problem was that he was just tired. Maybe he could sleep in the middle an alley and get some rest for the first time in Brenn knows how long. That'd be nice.

He opened his eyes, hearing Drew getting up.

"Its late. Maybe we should sleep. Never really liked parties, anyway." Drew said, adding the last bit on like it was for Hector's comfort instead of his own.

He shrugged, getting up as well and nodding.

Turning in the direction he was pretty sure the Garrison Tree was, he started walking. He'd find it eventually, if he was wrong.

Before he could take a second step, Drew grabbed him the hand again.

"I don't think you should sleep there tonight."

Before he could ask where he should be sleeping, then, Drew was already walking off. Bringing him somewhere.

"C'mon."

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* implied nsfw at the end

master | CHAPTER 1 | chapter 2

Fiddling with the keys in one hand, you shrugged your bag higher up on your shoulders while trying not to drop the pieces of toast in your other hand. When you’d gotten to the ground floor of your apartment complex and walked out to the main road of your neighborhood, the sun beat down and warmed your face.

You breathed in the morning air with a small smile and began your walk towards the bus stop a few blocks away. At first it took some time to get used to breathing in the combination of smoke and greasy foods, compared to the fresh cool air of where you had previously lived. Over the months of living in San Juan, the smell of the area you lived in became comforting and familiar. 

The bus didn’t stop directly at the arena, but instead a few blocks away, so you were able to enjoy the sun and open air a little more before entering work for the next few hours. You entered through the employee entrance, stopping in the small space designated as your office to drop off your things. After slipping out of your sandals and into the clean athletic sneakers you always kept at the arena, you grabbed your binder of player information and notes and began your way through the facility halls.

Saying hello to a few of the other team workers, you made your way into the strength and conditioning room that seemed like your second home in this city. You could hear the sound of deep voices yelling, grunting, and laughing along with the sound of numerous weight machines banging together after being used. The deep bass of the music blasted through speakers and rattled your chest as you walked through the doors, a chorus of cheers and greetings also met your ears. Some were in languages you knew, a few slipped into their own native tongues but you understood the meaning.

You greeted one of your coworkers, a middle aged man who was the lead strength and conditioning coach for the team and your direct superior. He handed you a clipboard with a small stack of papers that held player information important to your role.

You’d only been on the job for about four months at this point, but you felt that you had gotten a good hold on things. You struck gold right out of your master’s program, applying on a wing and a prayer for the job as assistant conditioning coach and head nutritionist for a professional volleyball team in Argentina. You remembered the day they had called you saying they wanted to fly you out and get started right away, having found living arrangements and everything for you already. You accepted without hesitation, packed your things, and said goodbye to your parents only a few weeks after graduation.

Now, here you were. Surrounded by a team of athletes who adored you and a professional staff who took you seriously. 

Calling out to a few players, you instructed them to follow you for their own conditioning set. Being that there were more players than trainers available you and the other coach usually had them break off into smaller groups for specific needs to accomplish more in the time you had available before they needed to start their actual practice.

“(Y/n), I think you've gotten prettier since yesterday.” You rolled your eyes with a grin at the tall blonde who had spoke to you with a broken accent. He grinned back at you playfully, taking a seat at the weight machine that you motioned towards.

“Flattery will not lighten the load of work I have for you,” You swatted at him with the clipboard in your hands and told him to get going on his reps. He grunted out a reply and did as he was told, giving a joking but knowing look to his teammates as well.

“You’re not her type,” One of the other players said as he came up behind to support the weight should his teammate need assistance. “Too old.”

You had to laugh a little behind your clipboard as the weights were noisily dropped back into the resting place as he sat up quickly. “Old?” He cried out. “I’m younger than you!”

“Hey!” You called out, catching their attention right away. “Focus more on your training than my love life or I’m placing both of you on double cardio for a week.”

“You wouldn’t…” They both looked at you skeptically, their faces having matching expressions of skepticism as they waited to see if you were serious.

You glanced down at the papers in your hands and flipped through them dramatically. You clicked the pen you held and pretended to write copious notes with a flourish, making an emphasis on your finishing mark and then looking up at them. 

You sent them a flat, closed lip smile. “Done.”

-

“Hey,” You looked up from where you had been scribbling some notes on a player’s conditioning log in your office. A few had passed by already, done with their practice for the day and peeked in to say their goodbyes as they almost always did. Your eyes fell on a welcoming sight, the tall frame of one of the younger players on the team greeted you at your door. “We still on for tonight?”

The way he spoke, like there was a secret shared only between the two of you, made you smile as you leaned back in your chair. Well, it was a secret for the most part, the organization you worked for wouldn't necessarily mind, but it wouldn’t be the best for either of your careers should something bad ever happen. 

You nodded your head, “Yes, but you have to promise to not distract me, we missed two episodes last time.”

“I’ll do my best,” He flashed an award-winning, shit-eating grin in your direction, bracing his hands on either side of the doorway and leaning forward as he winked at you. You had to roll your eyes at his playfulness, biting the inside of your cheek as you eyed him with a glint in your own eyes as you thought back to when all this had even started.

“(Y/n)! Hey~”

You were still unpacking a few random items around your office, you hadn’t been expecting a space of your own when you accepted the job so setting things up was still taking time. You turned around to greet whoever was knocking at your opened door, pushing your hair over one shoulder and stretching out your back as you came up to your full height.

“Hey Tooru,” You smiled at the figure in your doorway. He stood cooly opposite you, leaning against the doorframe without a care in the world. “Sorry, uh Oikawa. What’s up?”

“Tooru is fine. Well, I was seeing what you were up to tonight?” He asked, flashing you a dazzling smile that you’d been subject to a few times from a distance since starting your job with the volleyball club about a month earlier. “Maybe dinner? It’s nice finally having someone my age around, I’ve been the kid for too long.”

You squinted your eyes at him as you crossed your arms across your chest and leaned back against your desk. “Hector from marketing is our age,” You smirked, having an inkling of an idea where he was going with things but wanting to get him to actually say it out loud. “Why don’t you ask him to hang out?”

“Because I don’t want to get dinner with Hector from marketing.” He stated bluntly, lifting an eyebrow with an expression that read ‘You know what I mean’. 

And did you ever.

“You bastard,” You mumbled against the pair of lips that were pressed against your own. They moved down to your neck, biting and sucking as they traveled which caused you to let out a moan in pleasure when he finally reached that spot below your ear. “You pr-promised not to-”

Your own gasp cut off your voice as Oikawa rolled his hips against yours, pressing you more firmly into his bed. Feeling his lips form into a smirk against your skin, you pulled a hand away from tugging at his hair and swatted the back of his head, making him laugh. 

“I never promised,” He said, leaning back on his knees. His hands slowly dragged up your thighs and grabbed at the pair of cotton shorts you had worn over to his place that night. Playing with the hem and tickling the skin at your hip, making you squirm, he continued to smirk down at you. 

You wiggled to lift your hips so he could tug the clothing down your legs, his head bending forward to press feather light kisses to the skin of your thighs as his fingers trailed along. The feeling of his touch left goosebumps in its wake, making the breath in your lungs shudder with anticipation. Your arms lifted behind you in a much needed cat stretch, your back arching and legs unwrapping themselves from around his hips as he began to slide further down the bed. His fingers gripped at the skin of your legs, getting a firm grasp on them as he lowered his head between them and nipped a trail of small bites up and down.

You hummed in satisfaction, very much enjoying where things were going until you felt Oikawa stop his caressing and prop his chin up on your stomach right below your belly button. “Yes?” You pulled your head up, reaching down to cradle his cheek with your hand.

“I’m just not sure this is within my diet,” He joked, looking up at you with a playful expression.

“I think I can make an exception,” You stated bluntly and pushed against his face. Oikawa laughed and gave your hand a light peck on the palm before dipping lower. 

Your fingers wound their way into his hair and tugged. The sound of the two of your moans filled the space of the small apartment bedroom and carried on into the rest of the night.

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