#Been meaning to draw him for a wee bit.

[adrunkrat]

[asbestos-11]

ultimate mother <333

based off of this post: x

[rottiens]

✮ tags. (18+), fem!reader, bf!geto, established relationship, domesticity and fluff, reverse comfort if you squint, cockwarming, petnames (baby).

✮ wc. 1.5K

✮ notes. guys...I swear I didn't mean to do this smut, I swear this was going to be fluff,,

"Hey."

Suguru calls out to you from the door of the shared room, his shoes absent, his white shirt unbuttoned —his chest exposed to your eyes, very few scars, the one or two moles and a marked abdomen, along with a path of curly, dark hairs ending where his pants begin— as he carries his uniform jacket on his forearm.

Your eyes filled with life, you've been waiting for him all day.

"Come here," you call him softly towards the bed patting the mattress, setting the cursed techniques book aside to focus on him.

Suguru shuffles his steps across the floor of the room, his shoulders are slightly down, his hair as he approaches you can see it getting more and more disheveled, loose strands sticking out from every corner of the perfect bun that once existed.

"What happened?" You question him, Suguru was at that point crawling his body to the mattress like a worm. His face remains just above your bare thighs as he looks up at you from below with eyes full of love, your fingers comb a lock back behind his ear. "I only missed one day and this is your state, huh? You missed me that much?"

Suguru rolls his eyes, then closes them, letting himself be dragged down by the weight of exhaustion. His long arms wrap around your waist and you lie like that for a while, so silent you think he's fallen asleep until his raspy voice shakes you, taking you by surprise.

"I'm tired."

"You want to talk about your day?"

Another grunt. "It's just that being a teacher is harder than I thought."

"This is only your second week." You speak in the same sleepy tone as he does, almost as if you're seeking not to wake him up.

"Satoru makes it look so easy," he says, still with his eyes closed.

"You know this is fun for him. He doesn't take it as seriously as you do." You try to comfort him, still massaging his skull.

You get a glint from his brown eyes as he opens one eye for you, squeezing the other.

"Baby."

"Hm?"

"I'm getting hard." You stop yourself from stroking him all at once, he moans. "Don't stop. I'm sorry."

"I thought you were tired." You were confused… this wasn't unusual but still, you couldn't help but frown somewhat incredulously.

"And I am… but I'm so stressed lately, I'm late from killing curses and you're not here, I get up early and you're not in bed and, ugh."

"Hm?" you insist.

"I've been thinking about you all day," Suguru sighs.

You swallow, nervous because you know where this road leads —you've lived it a hundred times already— your caresses become a little unsteady in his hair and Suguru notices, drawing a smile in his unconscious. Your skin feels very sensitive to his touch, his warm fingers hugging your skin where the pajama top can't cover.

"What have you been thinking?" you venture to ask.

"You know exactly what I've been thinking," he murmurs, scrunching his face against the warm flesh of your thighs. "About you, about your hugs, about your mouth, about your kisses, about your hands on me…"

Suguru opens his eyes wide, smiling without showing his teeth and your heart, never able to have adjusted to his effect, leaps. He leaves the comfort of your lap to get up, Suguru throws his shirt on the floor and settles on the bed to wrap his arms around you from behind, you arrange your body so that the two of you form a perfect arc.

You knew what that position meant, but as if Suguru thought you were in doubt, he adds, "Let's get some sleep."

Are you sure?" It was six o'clock in the evening, sleep now meant waking up like wide-eyed owls in the wee hours of the morning. It meant making coffee to keep you awake until you had to go to work again because there was no way you could fall asleep again.

"Just a little bit," he says, not mentally reasoning the same points you are. You let it go because he really feels exhausted and you know what it means to him in that state to have your him keep you close.

Suguru settles in better behind you, his strong arms holding you close to his body, impossible to escape even if you wanted to. His face is hidden in your neck and the warmth of your boyfriend after so many days of being away feels good, his hands are on your tummy making circles that lead you to close your eyes.

Suguru moves closer to you, and though his breath on your skin makes you want everything more than sleep you try for at least a couple of long minutes, until you feel his arms stir like snakes in your body and move up to your breasts and squeeze. You lie still, wondering if he did it out of inertia until he does it a second time.

You groan, inevitably pushing into him, bumping into an erection that digs hard against your ass.

His calloused fingers search for your nipples on the fabric finding them instantly hard. Suguru sighs deep in your throat, squeezing your body a little tighter, the tips of his pearly teeth grazing your flesh.

"I thought you were sleepy…" you moan, throwing your head back, giving him the space he needs to suck on your skin.

"Shh," he shushes you with another insensitive squeeze to your nipples, Suguru didn't used to be so rough, but his actions only hid behind the desire when he missed you.

His fingers enter through your top and fiddle with your nipples, playing with them back and forth. You both continue the game for a while longer, him squeezing and tugging at them, you rubbing against his hard cock directly ruining your pajamas thanks to the non-existence of your panties.

"Put it in," you barble full of ecstasy, you feel him grinning near your collarbone.

"Already?"

"Yes, hurry."

"Are you wet?" he doesn't let you answer as he keeps talking— "Let me see… No panties," suguru emphasizes. Without asking permission, he reaches through the elastic of your shorts and positions himself with his middle finger between the soggy folds of your pussy. He rubs your clit, you blindly reach for his erection in an awkward position where you throw your arm back but he stops it; ceasing to knead your breasts to make it prisoner against your back.

You moan, wanting to touch him too, but all prayer is half-hearted the moment his hooked fingers expand your pussy. Suguru is fucking it with his digits, you are obscenely wet, you soak him to the knuckles, staining your own thighs in the process and the room fills with the sticky 'click click click' sounds along with the chorus of needy moans.

Suguru kisses your wet temple.

"I missed you," he admits, increasing the rhythm, his wrist beginning to cramp.

"I missed you more! Suguru.. stop, I don't want to-!"

You try to stop him by pushing his hand away from you but this doesn't help much.

"Condom," he says through gritted teeth.

"We don't have…" you hate yourself at that moment for forgetting to buy but he hates himself more.

Reluctantly Suguru pulls his fingers out of you.

"Fuck it," Suguru growls. You hear him unzip and pull down his uniform pants, just enough to pull his cock out. "Let me fuck you like this…" he asks, taking your cheek and pulling it apart, exposing your ass and pussy from behind, Suguru spits on his hand and fucks the swollen tip of his cock for a while, just watching you dripping and squeezing around nothing. "I'm gonna pull out.." Suguru promises falsely.

"Hm," you nod looking back spreading your legs wider for him.

You feel him at your entrance, rubbing all over your wet slit with his even wetter head. Suguru taps your sensitive clit with his stiff cock and slides in one shot inside you before you have time to beg him.

You can feel him trembling and it's desperate. He doesn't move and you want to scream.

"Baby…" you call out to him, looking back up at him and he tastes the desperation in your broken voice.

"Let's sleep like this." Suguru wraps his arms around your waist again to the same innocent position as before, only now you can feel it throb and fill you to a point where you can't breathe.

"Babe…" you call out to him again, this time he spanks you lightly.

"Don't move, you're going to make me cum."

"Suguru…" You whimper a third time and he mischievously gives a deep thrust of his hips.

"Stay still. Let me feel you." He returns to his original spot, massaging your breasts and tugging on your nipples, you moan.

"I love you," you sob, trying to distract yourself from the fact that you needed to stimulate your clit, that it was throbbing and that you clearly weren't going to be able to sleep.

For a brief flash you imagine if you could make yourself cum silently.

[tubbytarchia]

Doc and Jimmy brainrot part 1 lmao oh no

Basically "What if Doc was in the Life games and Jimmy triggered his parental instincts again". You guys will see my vision. I don't care what it takes. You will see this very specific vision I have god damn it if it's the last thing I do

This is all I have to use as propaganda right now but some ideas and justification below cut!!

Been imagining a lot of Doc/Jimmy interactions both in a traffic and HC context, both of which I'd love to draw for but obvs this for now is 3rd life and I want to draw a little something for each Life series. You'll see!!

The general idea is inspired by a moment from one of the Decked Out streams in which Jimmy calls for Etho and Doc's all "you're triggering my parental instinct... I wanna take you into my hand and take you to a safe place" yep that's it that's the whole inspiration!!

Jimmy deserves love and he does get it to various degrees ofc (Tango, Bad Boys etc) but man... It's so fun to me to imagine Doc in traffic, I think he claimed that he didn't want to be part of the life games because he was afraid of being too competitive (or so I heard), but god it's so fun to imagine big scary mad scientist goat man in that scenario and him probably going at it on his own a lot of the time, but this god forsaken mf Jimmy knows exactly how to unintentionally trigger his parental instincts. I want Doc to subtly take Jimmy under his wing especially as Jimmy keeps dying first. So maybe Jimmy is a bit incompetent and loud as far as he knows, but he sees that he's trying his best and the dad in him can't help but intervene just a tiny bit (and I do mean just a tiny bit) as the games go on. Yes I'm just gonna shove Doc into the Life Games just because I wish this dynamic could have happened and I beg you to put up with it!!

For the above drawing specifically since, sigh, I'm slow and that's all I have to offer rn... it's of course 3rd life, starting off. I imagine Jimmy's wings sprouting during that, because the whole "canary curse" began with the Life Games etc. And this post isn't about FH but just for context as I imagine it, Scott who doesn't like unpredictability convinces him to clip his wings (thanks Bree) because Jimmy's not a proper avian (unlike Grian who has a more "airborne" body, bird feet etc rather than just... wings) and he'd never be able to take flight anyway, those wings would only encumber him. (And then Jimmy keeps clipping them himself until DL Ranchers but cough this post isn't about that). I imagine the avians (for my specific roster, just Grian) have their wings magically clipped anyway just enough to prevent flight and make the games fair. Doc ofc isn't avian himself but he knows that Grian greatly frowns upon the act of willingly clipping wings so when he sees that Jimmy's quickly growing wings have been clipped as well, he can't help but ask, because why would that be necessary while his wings are so small anyway? And Jimmy's response triggers a wee bit of fatherly concern in him but thats it for 3rd life woo

For the rest I just wanna draw more tiny moments of interaction until I get to Secret Life, I guess!! The brainrot is really fucking strong guys

[vampire-matcha]

Part 4 of cheating!Soap. Simon's POV. Angst. Potentially ooc Simon.

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Simon Riley is a bad man. He wasn't given much of a choice really. He was dealt a bad hand that kept getting worse and worse. He tried to live a good life, despite his childhood, but it was all taken away from him in fire and blood. So he threw himself into it headfirst. He dove into it and found comfort in the fire and blood. He knew fire and blood. He's good at fire and blood.

Simon Riley is a lonely man. All his life, he's never had anyone. He keeps everyone he meets at arms-length at a minimum. He doesn't do love. He doesn't believe in it. The last time he tasted it was from his mother, and that taste has long since been replaced by the tinny taste of blood. He's comfortable being alone. He fills his time with work, and on the rare occasion he's sent back home to his barren flat in Manchester, the most he does is find a quick fuck at a pub.

He doesn't care about their names, he doesn't particularly care if they're a man or woman or something in between. He doesn't care what they look like, he hardly looks at them at all. They're just a means to an end for him. Just a warm hole to stuff himself into to feel good for a bit, to make his head quiet for a bit. He leaves once he's done. He never stays the night, never even stays much longer than to tie off his condom and pull his trousers back up.

It all changed when he met that damned spitfire of a man John MacTavish. Goes by the name 'Soap'. A ridiculous nickname in Simon's opinion, but then again, he goes by Ghost, so he doesn't have much room to talk.

Soap is loud and brash, but he can be careful and focused, too. He's intensely loyal and has a deep sense of justice. He fights for what's right, Ghost has seen it. He makes the icy shell around Ghost's heart melt, ever so slightly.

It's a slow progression, the way Soap draws Ghost into his orbit. Ghost doesn't even fully realize its happened until Las Almas. There was a moment when he thought he lost Johnny- when did Soap become Johnny? They had gotten separated and Ghost waited for him. Ghost never waited. But he couldn't, in that moment, hiding out in a church with a whole militia after him, even fathom leaving Johnny behind.

By the time Simon realized he loved Johnny it was too late. Johnny was married. Simon hadn't noticed that when he read Soap's dossier years ago. It must have happened in the time they had known each other. Simon had never pinned Johnny as someone to keep his cards so close to his chest like that, but he was proved wrong.

Johnny didn't wear his ring in the field. It was a liability, not just to have jewelry on in life-or-death situations, but also for anyone to see he was married, be it friend or foe. He didn't find out until after Chicago. It seemed that Soap's near-death experience at the top of a skyscraper had shaken him more than he'd let on. He'd snuck off at the bar to use the payphone and Ghost had followed.

"Hey, its me... Just needed to hear your voice, bonnie... No, no, I'm alright, just a wee bit banged up... Yeah, I miss you too, lovie... No I promise I'm alright. Just got a bit worried the whole 'til death do us part' thing was comin' sooner than expected... Sorry, bonnie... No, no, you're right, it's not funny. I'm sorry... I'll be home in a few days... Yeah... I'll see you then. I love you."

Simon hated you. He hated you and he didn't even know you. He didn't even know you existed and he hated you. Who were you? Some civilian? Some random woman who decided to shack up with Johnny? Probably just chasing valor or benefits or something. What could you possibly have to offer someone like Johnny? You could never understand him the way Simon does. Their bond is forged in fire and blood. You could never hope to understand it. They'd been through hell together. And yet you've wormed your way in between them. You, a woman he doesn't even know, have ruined everything. But Simon, ever the stoic sentinel, keeps it all under wraps with practiced patience. He didn't survive this long by letting his emotions control him. He'll figure out a way to fix this.

Then several months later, Simon meets you. It's after another mission, and you're picking up Soap from base, who had gotten a mild concussion and couldn't drive himself. You're there, waiting for him with a lovesick smile on your face. Simon watches as you embrace Johnny, wrapping him in your arms and holding him for a long time. Too long, in Simon's opinion. And then you pull back and hold Soap's head in your hands, turning his face side to side to get a better look at him. You laugh at something he says. Simon sneers. Oh, aren't you just perfect? A sweet little doting wife?

And then Johnny brings you over to introduce you two. You shake Simon's hand with both of yours, gratitude broadcast to the world as you thank him for getting your Johnny home safe. Your Johnny. Simon hates it. He hates how sincere you are. He wishes you were something worse, something worth hating. But Ghost reads people. He's great at it. But he can't read anything but genuine in you. And it makes him hate you more.

It isn't fair, Simon thinks. You don't deserve someone like Johnny. You haven't earned him. You haven't fought for him like Simon has. You haven't fought alongside him like Simon has. Simon has suffered. His whole life has been nothing but blood and fire. Doesn't he deserve something good for once? Hasn't he earned it? Even the devil himself got to taste heaven before he fell to earth.

That's what he tells himself on that night. The night they were stuck in that frozen safe house in the middle of Bumfuck, Russia. They'd narrowly escaped the enemy, and they didn't dare poke their heads out for risk of being spotted. Soap's radio had broken in the escape. Ghost was the only one with a means to communicate with Watcher. She tells him exfil will be there in the morning. He unplugs his radio. He tells Soap he can't get through. He tells himself that he's justified. He's a devil seeking a taste of heaven.

And what is Johnny if not heaven? Simon needs him. He needs to taste him. Johnny is worried. Simon can feel it rolling off him in waves. Simon can make it all better for him. Just for tonight.

"Who knows when exfil's gonna get here?" He asks. "What do we have to lose? It's just for tonight. Just let me take care of you, Johnny."

Simon can feel the hesitation in Johnny's body when he kisses him. But Johnny let's Simon lay him down. Simon whispers words into Johnny's ear. Not quite words of reassurance. But Simon Riley is a bad man, and a lonely man, and those two things make a nasty combination.

Simon tastes every part of Johnny's body he can get his mouth on. Neither man has bathed in days, and a lesser man would be disgusted, but Simon has experienced far worse. Besides, nothing about Johnny could ever disgust him.

And when Johnny let's him inside, Simon, that devil, finally tastes his slice of heaven. A whole life of suffering was worth is just to feel Johnny beneath him. It's perfect, he thinks. Even if only for the night. Simon looks Johnny in the eye. Simon stays with him afterward. Simon sleeps beside him.

Then morning comes. Exfil comes. Regret comes for Johnny, but not for Simon. Maybe he shouldn't had lied about his radio, but it was worth it, wasn't it? But now Johnny won't look at him. He won't speak to him. He practically runs from him when they land.

No, no, no. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. This was supposed to fix things! It was supposed to fix what you had ruined! You, Soap's perfect wife with your perfect life, perfectly ruining Simon's. Johnny was supposed to see that he needed Simon more. Johnny was supposed to see that he needed Simon as much as Simon needed him. What happened? What went wrong? Simon blames you. He always blames you.

Simon calls Johnny late that night, after he's sure you must be in bed. He pleads with Johnny to come to his senses. It wasn't a mistake! How could he say that? How could he say that it was wrong when Simon had never felt so right in his whole life? It's your fault. You've got Johnny trapped under some kind of spell. You can't love him like Simon could, like Simon does. Simon changes tactics.

"You have to tell her," Simon tells him. Maybe if you know, you'll leave. Then Simon can have Johnny all to himself, without you getting in the way again. "The guilt will eat you up, it's better if you just tell her. Its the right thing to do." Johnny reluctantly agrees.

Simon waits for Johnny to call him the next night, to tell him you've kicked him out. He waits for the call so he can swoop in and be Johnny's rescuer. Maybe then Johnny will see how much he loves him. But Johnny never calls. Simon would be tearing his hair out with anxiety if it wasn't so close-cropped to his head. What's happened to him? He hasn't lost control of his emotions like this in years. What have you done to him?

Simon drives to Johnny's house. He watches from the curb through your window. Johnny's alone. Good. He has half a mind to walk up to the door when he sees you come around the corner. He watches you two talk. He watches you cry. Crocodile tears, they must be! Poor you, having your perfect life be derailed. Simon was justified. It's only fair that you suffer even a fraction that he has so he can take some of your perfect life for his own.

But then Johnny is holding you. Johnny is kissing you. No, no this isn't right! You should be screaming at him to leave! You should be beating Soap to a pulp so Simon can put him back together! Why won't you let him have this?

He watches Johnny carry you away. He forces himself to drive away before he does something he'll regret. He speeds the whole way home. He turns his apartment upside-down. In the back of his mind he's thankful he lives in a shit part of town where no one calls the cops unless someone is actually dead. No noise complaints as he shatters every mirror.

It's your fault he's losing control. You you would just let him have Johnny, it would all be fine. But you, you selfish bitch, want to keep Johnny all to yourself. Why? Because you've got a ring? Because you made a vow? Well, Simon makes a vow to himself. No matter how long it takes, he will make Johnny his.

[pinkomcranger]

my thoughts on Saga Anderson and the lack of spotlight on her in fanworks

Hmmm…this has been bothering me since I waded into the fandom after AW2 dropped. WHY DOES 99.9% OF THE FANDOM SLEEP ON SAGA WHILE IT'S HALF HER GAME???

I DON'T understand the fixation on Casey (even though I adore him and he's the other half of my OTP), or Zane to the point that when Saga is in ensemble art, she's relegated to being the "bro". And for what purpose? She has just as much build up and storyline as Alan himself. She certainly has more screen time than FBI Casey. I see posts going "oh, I love Saga so much, she was so badass" and then almost nothing when it comes to fan work.

Do y'all understand, how, as a black woman, this frustrates me to NO end? I go to her tag on AO3, see new fics, get excited...just to see she's the bro or footnote to CaseyWake. I've literally been brought to TEARS over this. Saga was written with SO much love and care, and it's so obvious. She was not the stereotypical sassy, angry, loud black woman that we tend to get when we're even thought of at all.

And it's genuinely PAINFUL to see all of the love, all of that care, ALL OF THAT RESPECT, IGNORED by fandom because you want to focus on the white men. Because why? I get it, het is so icky for most of you, fine. But to not even give her fanart/fics just on her and her daughter? It's terribly egregious.

Saga Anderson is genuinely a role model. She's smart, warm, funny, dedicated, sympathetic and passionate. She will change REALITY just to save the ones she loves. She's NEVER had to deal with anything like the Bright Falls situation and she came through it with such GRACE. She saved the fucking day. She did what Alan couldn't do in THIRTEEN YEARS. And she gets no recognizance in fanworks?

And I know the majority of this fandom happens to be made up of women, at least for fanworks. You truly mean to tell me you can't, at all, even a little bit, relate to this woman? You can't make her the focus, instead of a background character? The white men are easier to understand and draw/write for?

I can't tell anyone who to like, or who to ship, nor would I ever try to, because on the internet, it seems like het is icky despite how amazing the woman is. But I've seen comments towards andercase fanart going "Saga, no, you're married!" But shipping CaseyWake in the same breath, despite Alan being married and getting back to his wife being the main motivation for Alan to do anything at all.

It comes off as hypocritical, it comes off a wee bit "I don't know what to do with this black woman...hmm, let's just make her root for CaseyWake" I'm left feeling that Sam and the team love Saga more than the fans ever do or will. And that fucking sucks. Because to put so much thought into a character and love the character, just to be ignored?

That hurts, really really badly. I genuinely enjoyed feeling like I was represented. I loved having a character I could relate to, one I could understand. But it feels like I'm in the minority. When she tells Alan he's not alone in this, this is THEIR story...well, that was the truth for me, and I wish others felt the same way.

I genuinely adore the works Saga has gotten that focus on her, and I see so much love and care put into them. It just somehow feels like fandom made this game into CaseyWake 24/7 and it's icky.

[ccrites]

i've been thinking of getting a tattoo for a long time, not only because i want to, but also to cover an old stick'n'poke i got when i was 15.

and so it got me thinking of the 141 tattoo artist!au. and oh boy.

Kyle would be an absolute sweetheart. not judging the stupid decisions a teenager made. more like "you wanted a tattoo and you went out of your way to get it, that's awesome. now how about we enhance it instead of covering it, whaddya think pretty girl?" and he'd draw around it, incorporate it into his art, go over the parts that are faded and uneven, then, when he's finished, wipe it gently and go "there, what should've been your first real tattoo" with his blinding smile and a promise to also be the one to do your next one

Johnny would be excited about finding creative ways to make parts of the stick'n'poke incorporate into other elements, make it so you'd never know it was there. but he's also a bit of a freak! making sort of mean comments about, "such a stupid decision, you were but a wee lass and ye didn't know what you wanted! thank god Johnny's here ta' fix ya'". It doesn't help that the tattoo you got was somewhere hidden, somewhere your parents wouldn't see on summer vacation (think where your underwear would cover it, or under your bra straps!) and he'd be such a creep! Sitting closer than absolutely necessary, looking at you too intensely. At the end, he'd suggest a truly hidden tattoo, "Only for me to see, bun, whaddya say?"

Ghost would be the type to frown behind the mask and look at you meanly, and you're afraid that he'd judge you for doing this kind of thing (you had your reasons, okay? some rough period in your life, you needed catharsis, and you were too young to get a real tattoo) and he'd be really condescending, all "there's a reasons youngins can't get them. Cuz' it's a stupid decision to make." and he'd huff and draw the most exquisite art you'd seen, all black, bold lines, and way, way bigger than necessary to cover the small tattoo. If the tattoo was on your hip, he'd extend it from your waist all the way down to your knee, make it flow with your curves, accentuate the stretch marks, and you can't say no because you absolutely adore the style. if the tattoo was on your ribs (bra straps, remember?" he'd extend it under your tits, bring it back over the clavicle, make it to be seen. and the pain. oh the pain. "you said you wanted catharsis, right?"

John would absolutely be on Ghost's side, with "there's a reason they don't let kids get tattoos" and you hear the underlying what a fucking mistake, and you see how he judges you... it makes you want to get it from him the most. Until you get to the consultation, and he tells you to get it lasered off first. But it's so faded, it should be easy to cover, no? you argue. he won't budge. So you get the expensive laser. it sorta hurts mentally, because you got it done with your best friend, and you always assumed you'd keep it there, underneath another layer of ink, where only you would remember it. It takes a few sessions, but then the skin is clean, a blank canvas for John to paint on. and paint he does. it's the most gorgeous piece you could ever imagine, you can see the inspiration Ghost draws from him, all bold shapes that flow into each other and compliment your body. Your skin is raw and pink when he's done, and you get up to admire the work... until you get a closer look in the mirror. you know exactly where the old tattoo would've been, and you'd expected to not be able to place it, under the new art. in its stead, two letters, black, bold, beautifully intertwined.... J.P. ... He'd put his lips next to your ear as you stand in shocked silence. "You're my canvas now."

[yuri-is-online]

Seven Plus One Happy Haunts (An 800 Followers Thank You)

"NRC is having a culture festival?" You blurt out, immediately drawing the attention of everyone in your class. Normally this interruption would be met with a swift smack, but the thought doesn't even flicker across Crewel's mind much to the envy of your classmates. Instead, something similar to a stress headache seems to work it's way across his face as he takes a brief pause to breathe.

"I take it the Headmage has neglected to inform you of this?" He says it like a question, but really it sounds more like he is begging you to prove him wrong. "He was supposed to ask your permission."

"Permission for what?!" You try not to sound too panicked but that's difficult when Crewel's normal sternness re-emerges to silence Ace and Deuce's whispers.

"Sit!" He cracks his crop and returns to the black board. "And Yuu, once classes are done for the day, meet me back here. It will be much easier for me to explain things to you and Grim than sending you on a wild crow chase." Oh you don't like the sound of that at all. ~~~~ By the time classes are over, you are drooping under the weight of an entire school's worth of whispers and surprised you remember your way back to your Homeroom.

"Where's Grim?" Crewel asks, though he doesn't sound terribly worried. So it's bad news bad news.

"He decided to ditch me for Ace and Deuce and I didn't have the energy to chase him down, sorry." Your book bag drops with just as dramatic a thunk as you do.

"Let me make you a coffee, you are going to need some." Crewel sighs. "As you might be aware, culture festivals tend to involve things like booths and side show games."

"Typically they're run by the classes or clubs, right?" You aren't really liking where this is going.

"In anime and at normal schools yes. And if this had been any other year that would be the case for us too but someone-" the same tension headache from this morning reappears, "got the bright idea to suggest that we form groups by putting the entire student body into an ai generator of some sort to encourage team work or something like that."

"Oh." No wonder Crewel can't seem to tell the difference between the containers where he keeps the instant coffee packets and the wet wipes. "Are you ok? Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Very sweet of you to offer pup." He lets you take over the coffee and smiles gratefully when he sees you move to make him a tea. "But back to how this effects you, one of those groups got the bright idea to run a Haunted House, and the Headmage suggested they use Ramshackle for 'authenticity's sake' and generously offered them your assistance as well."

"Compared to some of the other things he's done I guess it could be worse?" Not that you are thrilled, your tone makes that clear. "I mean it's a haunted house, it could be fun. What is it you want me to help out with anyway?"

"That's what they've been arguing over." Crewel looks and sounds very, very tired as you finally notice the growing chatter of voices just outside the classroom door that is finally making an entrance alongside a very familiar face.

"I'm telling you, it makes the most sense for Yuu to help me!"

notes: Thank you all so much for 800 followers! Normally I'd run an event but I got a wee bit burnt out with the last one, so please accept this humble Haunted Mansion themed offering~ And feel free to guess who is who, I originally intended this to be a Halloween themed thing so I picked most of the cast members from boys people thought were getting neglected from the SSR pool (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ Emphasis on most

Haunt 1- Host With the Most: Vil

Haunt 2- Manipulating the Buyers: Rollo

Haunt 3- Life Lines

Haunt 4- Tie the Knot Tango

Haunt 5- Nevermore

Haunt 6- Life Hereafter

Haunt 7- Rest in Peace

Bonus Haunt- ???

Taglist: @nothingfuninthislife

[kyuteflesh]

kyle “gaz” garrick / f!reader

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anotha one (much love to everyone who supported my last post 🫶🫶 ur the best). not the greatest i could’ve done, less serious this time, experimenting, barely proofread, just writing to cope. enjoy :p

more plot than porn tbh, +18

141 was finally home after what felt like an eternity.

you were close with all of the members but one: kyle garrick, otherwise known as gaz.

every time you all had plans together, garrick would be the first to tap out within an hour. tonight was the night you would figure out why.

“i have a question.” you announced, downing your second shot of tequila

“ohhh! getting serious now, are we lass?” soap exclaimed, nudging ghost who in return gave him a pinch on the arm. you could only purse your lips at him.

“go on. we’re all ears.” price replied. soap and ghost crowded next to him.

“how come whenever we go out, kyle never comes? am i that much of a dick repellent??” you huffed.

soap coughed up his drink. “far from it. honestly, he just has a wee bit of a problem.”

you weren’t sure whether you should’ve been offended or not by what he said. “and what in the hell does that mean?!”

“we all agree that you’re the bonniest l—“ johnny started, only for price to quickly cut him off in attempts to deflect the attention away from them.

“garrick fancies you very much!!” there was no way in hell he was gonna let a drunken soap spoil what they talk about when you’re not around.

…………..

“in what way???” you were flabbergasted to say the least.

“way to go, captain.” ghost grumbled, facepalming in the process.

“he told us that you were so attractive it was intimidating to him. he doesn’t wanna mess anything up, so he refrains from overstaying his welcome.” price chuckled between air-quotations.

johnny was having a blast, cackling and slapping his knee. “LORD HAVE MERCY! THAT IS THE HEADLINER OF THE CENTURY.”

several drinks later, you found yourself staying in a hotel room with the group. nothing going on besides friendly banter.

simon’s phone buzzed and everyone turned to him. “who is it? some girl from the bar?” soap grinned sheepishly. “would you shut the hell up for once? it’s garrick, said he’s about to be here.”

“about time that man shows up!” price and mactavish silently cheered together.

… so many thoughts in your brain right now. how were you going to act after finding out hes been crushing on you for how many years now??? you weren’t sure if you could deal with the anxiety of presenting yourself in this state.

that’s when you heard a knock on the door.

“well would you look at that..”

“that’s our cue, gotta go!”

“sorry l/n…”

and with that, simon opened the door for gaz, and the rest of them swiftly escaped. literally no time to process anything.

you looked up at kyle. “are they coming back?”

he shook his head and took a deep sigh.

“no, they aren’t.. i rented this room for us.”

flabbergasted x2. and he could tell.

“i know i’m practically a stranger to you, i apologize. however, i’m determined to change that.”

he’s not a stranger to you. you know tons about him due to soaps big mouth, and the times where he would barely speak– because other little fun facts got tacked on from there by the group messing with him.

honestly, that’s what draws you to him.

you weren’t gonna say that. you haven’t said anything.

he sat down next to you, taking yet another deep sigh.

“i don’t want you to think i dislike you, and i’m sorry if i made it seem that way. i really like you y/n, and i just never knew how to go about dealing with these feelings. i thought they would go away if i distanced myself but t—“ you pressed your lips to his. kyle’s eyes widened, but he promptly snapped out of it.

he wasn’t about to fumble a second time. he’s been waiting for this moment forever.

it didn’t take long for it to turn into a heated make out sesh.

he put his hand on the back of your head, gently weighing you down to the bed. he was on top of you, kissing down your neck.

gaz parted away from you for air. “is this ok?” he asked, toying with the bottom of your shirt. he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way.

“of course it’s ok. you can do whatever you want with me.” you giggled.

he slipped a hand up your shirt, caressing every inch possible. “these already feel so nice. i wanna see them bare.”

your face turned a light shade of pink, “you first.”

gaz took his shirt off without any further hesitation. he wasn’t the bulkiest of the group, but he still had a nice, toned figure.

that was enough to really get you going. you followed along, straight to the point too considering you removed your bra prior to his arrival.

“bloody hell.” he leaned his head into your chest.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing at all. you’re absolutely breathtaking.”

(SO INTO BODY WORSHIP CHANGE MY MIIINNDDDDDDDDDDDDAGHHH) gaz wasted no time sucking and kissing on your tits. his hands were wandering for a good minute before he started to travel towards the burning heat between your legs.

after finally getting your skirt and panties off, gaz took a moment to admire his prize. “such a pretty fuckin pussy.”

he started to gently massage your clit, gathering your slick to help. “all of this for me? i’m truly honored.”

“hush up already and do somethinggg.” you begged.

“aw, needy all of a sudden? where’v you been keeping it all this time?” he began to stick two fingers inside of you. “whatever you say, luv.”

he was eating you out while making sure your hole got attention too. curling his fingers, going at a generous pace. “you taste so good. need your mouth on my dick at the same time.”

kyle laid down, and you got on top of him nearing his cock. he started to lap at your cunt again, returning to his previous tempo as his digits pumped in and out.

you squeaked, starting to work his dick with your hand. you took the tip into your mouth, licking the mess of precum that was left because of for you.

as much as you’d rather have his dick inside your pussy, something about the both of you being pleasured orally was insanely hot. enough to help your climax build.

“more, please.”

“more what?”

“add more fingers. i need it, please kyle.”

practically fisting you, he had four fingers inside you now (rookie numbers tbh). you on the other hand, were gagging on his dick. you could feel it twitch with every gurgled moan you let out.

“i’m gonna cum” he choked out. this man is one hell of a trooper. a munch if you would.

“i wanna cum on your tits. just need you to finish first.” he flipped you over, back on top of you. two fingers this time, but it was enough.

“right there. don’t stop-!” you were struggling with words. squeezing his free hand. so focused on the intense feeling you didn’t care about who could’ve been hearing you.

you finally let yourself go. face glazed with sweat and spit. kyles was 10 times worse. hot tho.

kyle was eager to cum. after giving your pussy a final kiss, he started to work on his own release.

hovering over you, he continued to jerk himself off. you pushed your boobs together, anticipating the sticky coating. he groaned in response, getting shakier by the second. without any word, he finished all over your chest.

“have you gotten over your little crush yet?”

“for fucks sake. definitely not.”

[happypotato48]

Century of Love EP 7-8 Unhinged Tangent Thoughts

I'm back from vacay and back to back doctor appointments, so this one a little bit late. anyways who ready for some DRAMA!

Yeah and i'm a descended of some ancient chinese emperor according to wikipedia it nothing special hunny.

This scene is the most lakorn thing ever. like he just hugging a crying woman and both Juu and Wee treated it like they just saw them made out or something.

Calm thy Titties Wee, and idk maybe talk to your man first before jumping to conclusion.

Stupid gay rock i know you like drama but come on man!

Daou is so freaking good in this EP man, he came a long way and i'm looking forward to more of him preferably with more other BL partners. look look, DaouOffroad are great and all but i need All the BL guys to kiss each other and not just limit us and themselves to this branded pair bullshit :P

My heart!!

Gaslight gatekeep girlboss. this lady is E-V-I-L-!

Ok fuck it i'm taking this man as my future husband number 2.

I loved that Grandma pointed out the risk of messing up the stone. but i also understand Wee very bad but understandable willingness to use it. cause she the only one whose been there for him all his life.

Grandma came through with the logic of using the stone on her body. this is such a great way to make Wee give up.

I knew this was coming but it still hurts nonetheless.

Why are you doing this to me show. cute flashback after the break up, you're so mean.

Tropey lakorn scene number 2.

I'm not bothered much by San giving the stone to Wad here cause he's a 100+ years old and very old fashion when it come to honor and other junk.

Now For EP 8.

Oh my. OH OH OH OH! my heart skipped a beat from how hot this man is in this get up.

Future husband number 3. What >.> i haven't date any one ever in my life and now i'm hungry for men!

He's moving on baby boy, just let him love you god damn it!

Ok i like to point out that the hugs game between these two had been top notch. cause yeah some other BL shows maybe did more with physical intimacy but hugging always been a weak spot in a lot of BLs.

*dead*

Bit on the nose but she's serving. no note this outfit is perfect for the villain revelation.

I loved her. this woman deserve her money, i already forgave her for all the angsts she put my boys through she's just that fun to watch.

And now i'm ordering pizza. product placements never works on me but random food, hmm. hell yeah i'm a pig.

Chu called her strawberry in thai btw. it's orginate from the word ตอแหล *Torlea which means liar or bullshitter. people just started using strawberry because the word sound alike.

Grandpa you're dying and you're still this horny? respect bro.

My baby you're so cute when you're terrified out of you mind.

พระเอกมาแว้ว!

EP 7 was so good ya'll buttttt yeah EP8 definitely felt rushed idk maybe this show would be better with 12 EPs so the conflict and separation could be more impactful. or maybe draw out the separation for 1 ep longer and have the resolution play out in the last two EPs. anyways the angsts maybe too short and not perfect but Daou and Offrode did an amazing jobs from what they've been given.

[dragon-kazansky]

Spirit of the sea

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

SEASON 2 CONTENT AHEAD!!!

Blackbeard rules the sea. Despite wanting his captain back, Izzy realises his mistake. Protecting the crew is his concern. Protecting you is his life mission. Stede's return brings hope, but there's a lot of work to be done before this crew becomes a family.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Warnings: Spoilers. Izzy serenades you. Wee John looks absolutely amazing. Ned wants to make music with you.

Chapter Fifteen - Night to remember

♡♡♡

You find Izzy drinking up on deck. You make your way over to him and take the bottle from him.

"Bit early for that."

Izzy sighs and looks at you. "I spoke to Ed."

"Oh?" You give him your full attention. "Go on."

"He said sorry."

You smile a little and reach out to caress Izzy's cold cheek softly.

"There's hope."

Izzy says nothing and leans into your touch. "Your hands a cold," he whispers.

"So is your face. The cold sea air is setting in." You smile at him. "Come here."

Izzy leans in a little closer and you kiss him. "There. That will warm you up."

Izzy smiles. You both stay there a little while.

♡♡♡

The crew totally just Calypso'd their captain. Things had been a little stable onboard the ship, so Frenchie used the good old excuse of Calypso's birthday to celebrate.

Stede also thought this was a good way for Ed to make things right again. To turn the poison into positivity.

A party sounded like fun. You were excited.

You joined the crew on shore to spend some of the leftover treasure on things for the party. Food, drink, decoration. It was going to be great.

Izzy followed you through the stalls. As you looked at all the wars available, Izzy looked at you.

He was so in love with you. He couldn't deny it. You were everything to him. There was not a single treasure in the world that would mean more to him than you. His whole world was right there in front of him.

"Izzy, look at this!" You lift up a silver chain belt with lots of little charms hanging off it. The charms looked like little stars to him.

"Very nice."

You put it back down to look at other stuff. Izzy doesn't hesitate to pick up the belt and pay for it, putting it in his satchel for sake keeping.

You pass a stall of flowers and smile as you look at them. You pluck one from the table and turn around to face Izzy. He stops walking as you draw closer and tuck the flower into his waistcoat. You smile.

"There."

He smiles and looks at your face, admiring your eyes. Maybe he could dance with you at this party... but then Izzy remembers his leg and decides to forget that thought. You see the expression on his face change and reach out to him.

"What is it? What's the matter?" You ask softly.

"Nothing. Come on." He takes your hand in his and leads you onward. You don't ask any more questions, but you do keep your eye on him.

♡♡♡

The ship is decorated with fabric, lanterns, flowers, and other little bits the crew managed to find.

You were in Izzy's cabin, well, you supposed it was yours too. You spent enough time in there with him. Izzy wasn't here, but something was sitting on the bed for you. Alongside it was a note written in Izzy's neat writing. You smiled at it as you read it.

A gift for you. Wear it at the party.

- Your Izzy.

You place the note down and unwrap the gift waiting for you. It was only wrapped by cloth and rope, but it was neatly done. Izzy had taken care to make sure it was nicely kept for you.

Silver catches your eye. You smile as you pick up the the belt you had seen in the market earlier that day. Izzy had bought it for you. You put it on right away.

Jim had helped pick out some clothes for you for the party. The crew were apparently dressing up a lite for the occasion. It wasn't much, but it was a nice change from your usual garb.

You make your way up onto the deck to see the party had started. The crew were smiling, drinking, having fun. It was a good atmosphere, and something that was well needed after everything everyone had been through.

It was about time the crew healed.

Ed and Stede were talking to each other on one side of the ship. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but for a brief second Ed looked up at you. You allowed yourself to smile and nod at him.

Ed seemed to really appreciate that.

Yes, he went off the rails and took your lover's leg. Yes, he tortured the crew and tried to kill everyone. But there was room to forgive if Ed just opened his eyes and tried to reconnect.

Izzy would always be your main priority though. No matter what Ed said or did.

Speaking of Izzy, you couldn't see him on deck. You looked around wondering if he was hiding in one of the dark corners of the deck. You weren't about to let him miss out on a good night.

You couldn't see him.

Still, you smiled as Jim came over and splashed you, laughing like a maniac. You laughed too, getting into it.

"Greetings, mortals."

You all turn around to find Wee John standing on the stairs. Your jaw drops slightly at the sight.

"Is that Wee John?" Stede asks.

"'Tis I, Calypso."

You smile. Archie bows down and Jim makes their way a little closer.

"Raise your motherfucking glasses or feel my absolute wrath," Wee John, uh, Calypso, demands.

Everyone raises their glasses with a cheer.

In that next moment you hear Izzy's voice. "Yeah, just play that. Just follow my beat." He limps forward.

Your expression turns to one of surprise and awe.

There stands Izzy, still in his usual gear, but with a few added accessories. The flower you gifted him at the market was tucked into his waistcoat, and he was wearing make up. His hair has been touched up too.

He looked good.

Frenchie plays a few chords and you're once again taken back by what is happening. Izzy starts to sing.

"Hold me close and hold me fast,

The magic spell you cast,

This is la vie en rose."

He sings softly, looking a little awkward, but he carries on singing anyway. As other start to dance around you, you stand there and watch Izzy sing.

"When you kiss me, heaven sighs,

And though I close my eyes,

I see la vie en rose."

Izzy walks over to you and takes your hand, kissing it softly. You can't help the smile that settles on your face. You wonder if he can hear your heart racing in your chest.

"When you press me to your heart...

I'm in a world apart,

A world where roses bloom."

Izzy pulls you in closer and you both began to dance with the others. He keeps the song going.

"And when you speak angels sing from above,

Every day words seem to turn into love-"

He is just about to sing the next word when something shoots at the ship. Everyone begins to panic. Izzy holds onto you. He pulls you down off to the side, his arms around you firmly.

"Good evening, doomed crew of The Revenge." A voice says, followed by the soft tune of a violin.

You know that voice.

"New Low. Fuckin' perfect." Ed sighs.

"I'm going to torture you all, by the way." Ned states proudly.

Izzy had his arm out in front of you, keeping you behind him. You smile softly. He was trying to protect you, but you knew Ned had the whole crew under his thumb.

At least you got tied up close to Izzy where he could see you.

"So, what's the plan, you weird fuck?" Izzy asks the lady that walks over to him.

"Yeah, I'm probably gonna cut your skin off in strips or some bullshit like that." She replies.

"You don't sound very excited about it," Frenchie says from where he is sat.

"What are we celebrating here, guys?" She asks, looking around the ship.

"It's Calypso's birthday," Wee John replies. "I'm Calypso."

"Oh, God. Guys, they Calypso'd them."

"Ned would shit his pants if we did that," one of the others said.

"Yeah, Captain likes a bit of whimsy now and then," Frenchie says.

"Well, I guess our captains have very different ideas about whimsy."

"Maybe we should talk about it," Olu suggests.

"No. Same shit, different day."

"Ya know, whatever this is, it's just gonna turn me on," Izzy says to her.

You chuckle. Izzy smiles at you.

"Should have said so, dear." You wink at him.

"Go fuck yourself," the woman says to him.

"That's my job," you say, not caring who on the crew heard. Some of them groan. Izzy smile and shakes his head softly. He's used to your remarks.

Ed and Stede are brought back out onto the deck. Ed is strung up by his arms and legs, his restraints pulling tight.

"Tighter, please. I think you've almost fixed my lower back," Ed says to Ned.

"Alright, you idiots. It's almost showtime." Ned says. "Everyone settled in? Prepared to give their finest performance?"

He stands and turns around to the lady who had been talking to Izzy earlier. "Can you hurry up?" He asks her, seemingly irritated.

"Do you wan it done fast or do you want it done well?" She asks back.

"Both!"

Stede is sensing some issues between them. "Torturing is won't get your record back."

"I know that. I'm just doing it for the lolz." Ned says to him. "Now, you are about to witness a little something I call, "The Symphony." Let's all tune up! Tuning up!"

They start to torture the crew enough to get them screaming in pain

Ned walks around the deck playing his violin. Stede gets hit.

"Jesus!"

"No! You're late!" Ned groans.

"I wasn't late," the lady says.

"It really hurts," Stede pouts.

"Thank you," the lady smiles. "It's nice to get a little positive reinforcement now and again."

"Don't talk to my employee," Ned warns Stede.

"Oh, that's the problem." Stede says. "You see her as your employee rather than the person she actually is."

"Okay, kill him." Ned instructs. "Let's take it from the top."

Stede manages to get his hands free. He grabs the lady and holds her at knife point. "Enough trifling! Release my crew or Hellkat- Is it Hellkat?"

"It's actually Hellkat Maggie," she says.

"Oh! That's a beautiful name."

You sigh from where you're sat. This isn't how you expected tonight to go. You were looking forward to spending a fun evening with Izzy.

"Go ahead an kill her. She can't even tie a rope correctly," Ned scoffs.

"Maybe I'm demoralised by your constant fucking criticism," she argues back

"Me too. I've had enough of the shiny fuck." Another says.

"I don't like the way it makes me feel working for you," adds another of his crew.

"You're mercenaries. You don't have feelings." Ned says, looking at them all.

"How about you stop telling me who I am?" Hellkat states.

"Yeah, and she has a name." Stede reminds him. "A beautiful one."

The door bursts open and Black Pete comes out screaming, Lucius behind him. It just dawned on you that you hadn't seen them all day.

"Guys, Stede's already got this!" Ed says to them.

"Yeah. Where you been?" Olu asks.

"We got engaged."

Everyone smiles and awes. That's so cute! Yeah, no wonder they've been gone day.

"I love that!" Stede says. "Anywho, where were we? Oh, that's right. Your lot was turning, weren't you?" He asks Hellkat. He hands the knife over to her.

Ned lowers his violin.

Ned's crew start turning their weapons on him.

Ned is promptly restrained. His crew are given some of the treasure aboard The Revenge, and they're sent on their way in a boat. Ned is left behind for Stede to deal with.

The moment you had been freed from your restraints you hurried to free Izzy, holding onto him. He says nothing as he looks at you, not once dropping his gaze. His hands settle on you, happy he can hold you close again.

"So, Bland Beard. How ya gonna do it?" Ned asks.

"I'm not. I don't respect you enough to kill you," Ed says to him. "You're not worth the poison."

"What happened to you?" Ned asks. "You used to be a killer, but now you're just a washed-up, low-born dirtbag."

Stede holds his sword up to Ned. "Walk!"

"Now this is how ya do it," Ned grins. "This is what it's all about right here."

Stede shoves him forward. They walk over to where the plank is still up. "Get up." Stede orders.

"On the plank?" Ned asks.

"Yeah."

"That is kinky," Ned gasps. "You're gonna toss me into the sea?" Ned steps up onto the plank.

"Works for spiders. Works for men," Stede says to him.

"Ya know, once you kill me, you are a real pirate," Ned tells him. "You're not an amateur anymore."

"Don't do it, Stede," Ed says, looking at his man. "Killing in cold blood, you can't come back from that."

"See? That's why he likes you." Ned turns to look at Stede. "It's because of your bumbling amateur status. You're like a pet, I think."

"You hurt my crew," Stede stands his ground. "You shit-talked my friend and damaged my ship. But worst of all, you fucked Calypso's birthday!"

The crew cheer and agree with Stede.

Stede takes the violin which had been put down earlier. He turns back to face Ned.

"What would you like me to do? Jump?" Ned asks.

"No, don't forget your fiddle." Stede throws the violin right at Ned. Ned loses balance and falls into the cold sea below.

Stede had done it.

You watch him go as he walks away.

"Give him a minute," Izzy says to Ed. "First jill's always a mind-fuck."

"I'm gonna check on him." Ed follows after Stede.

You sigh and lean against Izzy. He wraps an arm around you and kisses your head gently. You chuckle and look at him.

"What a night, eh?"

His smiles at you. "Should we carry on where we left off?" He asks.

You look at him slightly confused.

Izzy takes your hand and kisses it before making his way up the stairs. You watch him go as he stands up in front of the helm. He starts to sing again and you smile.

Only this time he sings in french. You smile as he looks at you.

"Je vois la vie en rose

Il me dit des mots d'amour

Des mots de tous les jours

Mais moi, ça me fait quelque chose

Il est entré dans mon cœur

Une grande part de bonheur

Dont je connais la cause

C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie

Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie."

He smiles at you. You smile back. You had no idea he was so- talented! All these years and you're still discovering things about him

You love that man so much.

Roach sets off fireworks.

You applaud Izzy along with the rest of the crew. You all cheer. Izzy laughs.

He continues to sing as you make your way up the stairs. He holds a hand out for you as you reach the top. You chuckle and take his hand letting him draw you in closer.

"Da, da, da, da, da, da." The crew begin to sing along.

As Izzy finishes the song he pulls you in for a kiss. You return the kiss, reach up to hold his face gently in your hands.

"One more song! One more song!" The crew chant.

You laugh as you and Izzy part.

"I've got one more song!" Izzy says to them. You laugh again and take his hand in yours.

This has been a night to remember after all.

♡♡♡

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[acourtofthought]

tell me what you think about this...

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1JyAGtTbgNGCdEb2iMbTtMkbUq66vF91z/view

I love your posts, they are divine.

Thank you so much!!!

What I have to say about the google doc is that they did a nice job putting together their points in the format they did!

But I don't agree with any of it.

Az did get Elain a rose necklace after the many mentions of Elain and roses but I wouldn't say roses are more special to Elain than any other flower just because they're symbolic of her.

It was the tulip fields she wanted to visit in book 1, the tulip bulbs she was talking to Feyre about in ACOTAR and it was those flower fields Nesta reminded us she had wanted to visit in SF.

Roses are kind of the obvious answer on "what to get a girl" when you're getting her something flower related , it's the top most purchased flower on Valentines Day after all.

And roses are used for Elain by the author in the same way that she describes Nesta like a wolf or Lucien like a fox. It's fun imagery and all that but not necessarily how the character would refer to themselves.

Roses are beautiful of course but I don't think it was all that clever of Az to select a rose charm when any one of them could have said "Elain likes flowers so I'll bet she'll like this rose necklace!". Had Az himself been clever enough to think "This charm is perfect for her because of how she is constantly sitting by the sunniest of windows and the charm also needs light to come alive" than he would have earned points for that. Or "Nesta underestimates her inner depth just like it's easy to miss with this charm but it's truth will be revealed just as Elain's will!" Instead it's the reader who draws the comparison, not him.

"Nesta, Elain shall wed for love and beauty, but you my cunning, little queen. You shall wed for conquest."

First off, saying Elain will marry Az because he's the prettiest of the bat boys according to Feyre and Nesta is so superficial I can't believe it's even an argument. And what the sisters think of Az has literally no meaning at all compared to what Elain thinks of Az. Feyre might have thought Az was the most classically beautiful out of Cassian and Az but it was Rhys who was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. Elain is the "prettiest" of the three sisters but Rhys thought Feyre was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. When the King of Hybern and Amren (a being 15,000 years old) referenced Lucien's attractiveness, I'd say that if Elain married him she'd have no complaints about the hotness of her mate who is made sexier by a scar down his face which is a testament of how he stood up to Amarantha.

Second.....Nesta talks about how her mother would roll over in her grave to find out she'd married an untitled fae male. When Nesta defied her mother and the expectations she forced on her.....why is anyone under the impression Elain would follow through with what her mother thought of her?

The reason Elain's mother thought she'd marry for love and beauty is because her mother didn't think she was capable of anything else. You'd think a true Elain stan would want to prove that she was worth more than marrying someone just because of her or their physical appearance.

Oh, we're romanticizing "polite, BLAND" smiles now?

Az did go a bit still went Elain entered the room in ACOWAR. Then proceeded to look at Mor with hunger and yearning in the novella. Let's compare that to Lucien could barely breathe when he first got a true look at Elain because she was the most beautiful female he'd ever seen........and how Lucien looks at only HER with longing after that.

Feyre did predict Elain would cling to Az for peace and quiet. But since when does a truly happy Elain want just peace and quiet? Certainly not the Elain who personally greeted each guest at the ball, danced with all the important lords sons, who can convince anyone to do anything with a few smiles, who can make friends easily, who stayed up until the wee hours of the morning at the ball surrounded by a circle of friends (flushed and brilliant) when both Feyre and Nesta were over it.

You know what else Feyre predicted? That Amren and Nesta would become fast friends which they did......until they weren't. Amren is not Nesta's found family, Emerie and Gwyn are. So if Feyre got that part wrong.......

In ACOWAR, Elain wanted to go home which was her home in the human lands. If she changed that in SF and called Rhys and Feyre's manor her home because that's been the only real option she's had to call home since being turned fae......why can't that change again in her book?

Nesta didn't find her true home until the book where she ended up with her love interest. Feyre didn't find her true home until the book she accepted her mating bond. Logic stands to reason that Elain will find her true home in her book too.

So I'm supposed to believe that Elain not eating, drinking sleeping or leaving her room for MONTHS until Lucien arrived and demanded they get her outside means nothing but Az who discovered she was a Seer is indicative of true love? Her Seer powers are not a thing that was wrong with her, he guessed the gift she was given. That's like someone giving me a present on Christmas and I shake the box while asking for hints until I figure it out. I'll never, ever, EVER be convinced that Az gave a shit about Elain during her depression considering he was excited to go to the Hewn City rather than stay back to guard Elain at her lowest. Considering he did not once ask Feyre how she was feeling, how she was doing, considering he did not once express concern over her lack of eating, sleeping, drinking, I think it's safe to say him being able to say "you're a seer!" doesn't mean much at all. Rhys was the one to discover Nesta's real power, does that mean he truly loves Nesta?

So I'm to understand that eavesdropping between two people while one is still going through depression and the other is trying for the very first time to reach out through their bond is supposed to be a comfortable situation? It was uncomfortable because Elain and Lucien were forced to sit together while everyone around them was being nosy as fuck. It wasn't a first date or anything but can you imagine trying to have a moment with someone while your two sisters and two others in the household are pretending to be busy while being completely aware they're listening to your every breath?

Feyre only THINKS that maybe Az understood what Elain was going through when she was hearing voices. Just like only Cassian truly understood what Feyre went through after spending years hungry. Does that mean Cassian should be with Feyre instead of Rhys because Rhys never went hungry?

Az has blushed for Elain, Mor, and Nesta in the book. Tharion blushed at Hypaxia. Someone other than Lorcan blushed over something Elide had said. I'm not getting their point.

Of course Elain tells her fucking fiance that having a mate means nothing to her. These are the best arguments they've got? Nesta didn't even want to tell Cassian he was her mate after falling in love and having copious amounts of sex.

Az did say, "what about Elain?". Then just stood there. It was Nesta who stared at him then went running for Elain's tent. And he did say he was getting her back....after Cassian first said he would but couldn't and Nesta laid down the challenge saying no one could make it into his camp. Az does love to prove himself the hero, does he not? Also, Az hid in Feyre's shadows, I'd say she's more responsible for Elain's rescues. Compared to Lucien who was willing to fight his way without power to try to get to the Night Court, the home of the most powerful High Lord ever to live and through Autumn where he knew he had a metaphorical (literal?) bounty on his head.

That was an amazing scene for Elain, was it not? Saving Briar. Saving Az. And something Az never once gave her credit for.

No, Az stayed seated when Eris made mention of Elain. He only exploded when Eris mentioned Mor. I can't believe they're trying to claim Az's anger was "built up".

Yup....CASSIAN offered Elain a knife first, not Az. Glad to know Az just stood by watching someone else do something for Elain first yet again. I guess it's a good thing Mor begged Az, with tears in her eyes, to sit out of battle. Otherwise he wouldn't have bothered offering Elain TT at all.

Her smile did lighten Az's shadows. Just like Az confirming that the shadows tend to vanish around her. Just like they are afraid of the sunlight. Considering he tells us they are his companions....why would he want them to disappear?

Yes....a female always wants to be responsible for making a male think of and being compared to his mother. Super sexy.

OH MY GOD! TRUE LOVE!!!!! She smiled at Az because she appreciated Az making a joke in response to Cassian's comment!!!! Men and women cannot just smile at one another without falling in forever love!!!!!!!!

Yes, so special "I've never participated in one of these" and Az says.......NOTHING. Such exciting conversation!

Az could have been staring at the garden thinking of Elain and her bond with Lucien and how he's jealous of Lucien because why did Lucien get a bond when he didn't. But then he went on to blush at Mor and stare at her with hunger. I don't know....maybe it's just me and my silly little romantic heart but I don't really enjoy a male who is fixated on two women at the same time.

However, if Az was interested in Elain, why did he ask Rhys if he needed to get her a gift than look relieved when Rhys said no?

Did they purposely put the "why not make them mates" under the wrong slide to make it look like it happened later in the series? That was ACOWAR, not ACOFAS. In ACOFAS Feyre tells Elain LUCIEN is a good male and why couldn't she talk to him? She repeats that Lucien is a good male (says nothing of Az) and tells Mor she wants them to be happy. Mor says both Lucien and Elain need time and that they will be happy.

Yes yes, SF. The book where Az gives Elain zero credit for anything, doesn't bother checking on "her", avoids her because HE can't handle her bond, can't admit to Rhys that he's over Mor, can't admit to Rhys that he's not just using Elain for sex, calls her a mistake before talking to Rhys and feels a spark in his chest over another females happiness.

I think I covered it all, right?

[gorgeousundertow]

for the hbo war ask game—s, v, and z! 💚

nonnnny <3 <3

S. Tag a blog I don't often interact with but really love their content - @saritasoyyo Hi hullo we're mutuals but we've never once spoken but hey we sure do seem to agree about a lot of things!! <3

V. I'll post a wee snippet - this is literally lifted from my outline for bradnate in a snowstorm. For context, Nate is in a hetero relationship and they're Just Friends and going Hiking. Tagged #onlyonebivouac.

They have sexytimes bc snuggling to stay warm. In Brad's head, yayyyyyy finally!

In Nate's head, oh no, i'm an imperfect human

Brad is so fucking sensitive that he takes the slightest bit of regret on nate's part to mean that nate regrets everything, overreacts and shuts down

they still very much want to bone but it's awful bc they're both hurting so much. nate bc he's destroyed his relationship and cheated and clearly it was for nothing and his heart is breaking. brad also heartbroken bc okay guess there was never any shot with nate, all that it ever could have been was a quick fuck

brad can't take it, goes for long walk. nate freaks out etc. brad comes back, nate declares love bc what does he have to lose

"i just need you to hear this, i don't expect anything from you" like he's all dejected

and brad just stares at him like you dumb motherfucker

Z. Yayyyyyy complimenting people is so fun

@almost-a-class-act you are consistently one of the most sensible and straightforward people I have the great pleasure of encountering. Plus you're very funny and kind and write The Good Shit.

@blood-mocha-latte you are one of the few people I can honestly say matches (nay, exceeds) me in Level of Enthusiasm and I love that about you. And then you go and write things that make ME very enthusiastic which is a wonderful little feedback loop.

@lamialamia you are my first and always fandom bestie. You put up with soooooo much from me, and can set a descriptive scene better than any ten people I know. Your fics are full of emotion, saturated with loss and hope.

@jenkil is there anything you can't do? funny, thoughtful, insightful, generous and you're a fucking amazing writer and artist??? I love the way you write, and I always really enjoy talking with you and would do so all the damn day <3

@screwby i am consistently amazed by how you not only capture the shapes of these men that I love, but their essence. I don't speak art particularly fluently, but when you draw Schwetje he looks Lost and Confused. When you draw Liebgott he is smirking. When you draw Roe he looks freezing. Plus, you know, I just love you a lot.

@ep6bastogne our tastes run very similar, and if you rec me a fic or a song or even a goddamn ship, i know i'm going to swoon for it. Your writing has an incredible specificity that I just can't get enough of. You can characterize a person or a situation in just the perfect line; ten words and I can see the whole thing. It's astonishing.

[theclaravoyant]

ok but HOW do they get izzy to try drag though

i can't wait to have him walk through it all with that shine in his eyes like he's at his first pride like holy shit, i'm part of something

or what if he's keeping himself off to the sidelines like he always has because yes he's been Touched By The Muppet but he's not Like That you know and wee john offers him an eyeliner

maybe starts telling him a story about sewing with his mother. izzy never sewed with his mother. did he even know his mother ? who knows, we know sweet f a about him, but he didn't sew with his mother and he certainly wouldn't have been allowed to look at sequins and teal and silver ! maybe it would have been nice

(or maybe he did wear more colours back then. back before the dawn of time before he was Like This . who the hell knows. this MAN .)

maybe he says something that's kind of meant to be a compliment because he loves and admires them more deeply than he's capable of expressing but it comes out as an insult because of course it does and Jim looks him in the face all dressed up in that frilly masc number and says: "You calling me a fruit, Hands?"

maybe he just tries a little bit at first because he doesn't really get it, because if he wanted a moustache why wouldn't he just grow one? he already HAS one but they still draw one on? but he kind of sits with it a while with it, with the theatre of it, and he he offers hey you could um. do my hair. i mean if you want.

maybe it's an expression of gratitude or maybe the band strikes up and has him feeling some type of way but he soldiers past that part of him that insists they'll lose love or respect for him if he has a good time and fuck it he sings. he's the unicorn. if they want him to be their soldier their shield and the gayest most rainbow ass creature of all time with a golden leg then they shall have it . and maybe that way he can let himself have it too

and let's not let slip the fact that the one most tightly clinging to his toxic masculinity is the one in the drag king aka queerest campest deliberately OTT representation of masculinity that's gotta be coincidence right :P

(lucius shouts TWAT over the music but he's smiling and what he means is I see you , welcome)

[levmemes2]

why women kill sentence starters (pt two)

starters from the episodes eight through ten of why women kill, season one. some sentences have been edited for wording and relevance. feel free to edit pronouns, wording, and similar.

"i'm afraid to meet G-d."

"i had sex with a married couple. and pretty much everyone else i ever met."

"when i do meet G-d, i'll say i did what i had to do to survive."

"just because you act classy doesn't mean you're not fucking crazy."

"i used to find that little grin charming. now it just scares the shit out of me."

"can you do that for me, [name]? can you be my brave boy?"

"i'm starting to think that we're imagining very different trips."

"i don't want to feel like your gigolo."

"i think that a part of him always resented me for managing the situation in a way that he couldn't."

"we need to conserve our energy for our male lovers."

"it turns out one of the side effects of near-constant cocaine use is a wee bit of insomnia."

"people have made me a lot of promises in my life. nobody's ever kept one before."

"what you're going to do, it's illegal."

"is that what you think? that I'm scared for myself?"

"it's good to get a little drunk before you start."

"[name] and i are a family. you are a house guest."

"i think you're a nice lady who's gotten herself in a real fucking mess."

"i would ask if everything's okay, but i don't think i'm allowed to talk to you anymore."

"i have a feeling that she's gonna do something awful."

"i've decided to break them up."

"i am not angry, not at you anyway."

"you talk like i have self-control. i'm almost embarrassed for you."

"i always knew something exciting would happen to me one day. i think this is it."

"of all the people here, you think we're the ones who lack morals?"

"he better be okay with it, or we're gonna have a problem."

"i keep hoping for a miracle. that one day everything will change."

"the only reason i think you're gonna crash and burn is because you've done it before."

"we are a family. when bad things happen, we're supposed to support each other."

"let's face it, this won't be your last wedding."

"dreams are great, but you have to be realistic."

"you should hate me for everything I've done to you."

"i know you've been busy with jail and stuff."

"how are we gonna move forward in our lives if we keep talking about what happened?"

"you're keeping the gun loaded?"

"please invite me in. this is the sort of thing we should discuss over coffee."

"G-d might not understand. but I'm sure G-d's wife will."

"the woman i'm trying to become would draw no satisfaction from this at all. fortunately, i'm not that woman just yet."

"i don't regret one moment we shared."

"i think it's time someone told you the truth."

"my love story is with you. i would choose you over a few casual hookups any day of the week."

"am i not allowed to reinvent myself?"

"i did love you. but that's because i didn't know who you really are."

"are you trying to get me drunk?"

"you are a glorious party, all by yourself."

"i'd like you to change into the red gown i bought you."

"you can't possibly imagine how important this moment is to me."

"a happy life isn't hard to come by. the trick is to not regret the choices you made along the way."

[re-re-redline]

On The Subject of His Flaws

—Minor? Spoilers for Traum—

Foreword: Hey, hey! I’ve been a wee bit busier doing work and prepping for a certain something that’s happening soon, so… As compensation for waiting, I’ve pulled an excerpt—a more organized and less repetitive little set—from my internal character bible on Constantine. It’s not done—not that it needs to be since the dimensions of a person are so many in number that’d it be impossible to write them all, so it’s pointless, in my mind, to shoot that as my objective—nevertheless, it does have some good juicy tidbits that I haven’t explored yet in my headcanons. So I do hope this’ll get your noggin joggin.

The tone of this is less like my usual ‘self insert’ type of deal since the purpose of the document was to cement my interpretation of Constantine based on what I know of him and to draw conclusions for my later consideration in writing your unscheduled programming. Thanks to that I’ll be omitting the X Reader tag on this one but keep the headcanon tags.

That being said, I do hope you enjoy this peek into something I haven’t discussed yet.

What does Constantine think is the worst thing that could ever happen to a person? For others, his loved ones, it is death. Death is the end all be all of the worst a human can experience in Constantine’s eyes. Death is the end to a story and most of the time it is abrupt and unsatisfactory for the victim as many utter as their last regret “I had so much left to do.” The ripple effects of death are also included in this. Experiencing the death of someone is a horrible experience; Constantine would know, he lost some of his younger siblings to plague, his wives to disease, his older brother and father to old age and nearly lost his dear friend to the enemy twice over. Now, if you were to ask the man himself what the worst thing that could happen to him is, and he was forced to answer honestly, then he would say… Solitude. With the deaths he had been witness to, Constantine felt his small world get emptier and emptier as time went on and he began to wonder: “Will I die alone?” And that thought chilled him to the bone, leaving a lasting fear of being left behind all to his lonesome in the world.

Yes, indeed, Constantine XI’s biggest fear in life and after death is being alone. Love, affection, validation, joy, humor… Can one really have all of that if they’re alone? If their loved ones have perished, can someone really be happy? For our man here, the answer is no. 

Love and affection are to be given to others and the act of giving along with viewing the reactions of the receiver brings joy to oneself. It is because of this that only loving oneself makes one feel hollow. It will coldly and callously remind you that you must be a lonely little thing to only give love to yourself and to only find joy in your own feelings.

The very definition of validation includes other people. How can one reaffirm their own feelings if it was one’s doubts that brought the issue to the table in the first place? You can only hold yourself up with your own means for so long and eventually you’ll need someone else to aid you. That is validation.

Joy can be found anywhere and in all things, even in solitude, so perhaps this is the weakest point… But much like with love, is not better to be joyful with friends?

Constantine’s altruistic end goal does not only stem from a desire to do good and to be good, but also from his biggest fear: being alone. Such is the definitive root of where his flaws come from. This other half—this rather self concerning half of himself, gives this altruism an ironically selfish tint and it most often leads to issues.

The issues in question are him potentially going overboard when protecting his loved ones and him thinking he knows what’s best for you and stubbornly enforcing what he thinks will help you. 

This shouldn’t come as much of a surprise to anyone who read all 21k words of a certain hypothetical from a bit ago, but Constantine is wholly capable of, and to extent willing to, cross several lines to reach his end goal in life: protecting his loved ones. There is nothing he could not or would not give—especially of and from himself—in service of this goal. Not even his pride, something that was mostly beaten out of him in the later decades of his life. Constantine would gladly tar and feather himself for all to see if it meant his loved ones would survive longer than him at the very least.

This begs the question, just how far will he go?

Much farther than you think, but I should note first that it’s not like he’s going to spontaneously snap one day and start murdering people at the drop of a hat. Like with all things Constantine, it’s slow. A slow and gradual descent into the dark, dark area of himself that he himself is barely aware of but has the potential to morph into something terrible if given the right circumstances. That something that I’ve mentioned only once in a throwaway line in the Romance Headcanons, but not by name. But I’m getting ahead of myself here.

When pushed far enough, Constantine can and will commit horrible acts for the sake of his end goal. It’s practically an inevitability given how strongly he feels about death and his fear of being alone. His pride—as previously stated—was mostly beaten out of him in life, so his morality is next on the chopping block if the situation is not resolved one way or another. But his morality, his principals, conscience and sense of justice will not go down without a fight as they are one of his strongest characteristics. The fact that he stayed in Constantinople until the end instead of evacuating his family and George to the Morea is proof of this and it’ll do a damn good job of holding the darkness at bay for a good while. This is what separates him from an equally desperate victim of the Ottoman Empire, Vlad III.

Vlad’s absolute hatred of the Ottomans and his desire to liberate his people muddied his morality into a hazy blob that shifts according to the narrative, at least in matters concerning his nemesis. Nothing is sacred nor atrocious when it comes to damaging the Ottoman Empire, his circular reasoning further fueling this idea. The Ottomans are evil and evil must be purged to keep his people safe and in order to keep his people safe he has to kill the Ottomans because they are evil and—you get the point. Vlad’s conscience and morals bend whichever way the wind blows and his justice used as a weapon to fulfill his—arguably—selfish desires. Such things do not describe Constantine even in the slightest. His morals, principals, conscience and sense of justice stand together to act as restraints to keep Constantine from acting in ways he knows he’ll come to regret when the dust settles. Constantine’s end goal may be for his loved ones to survive but it’s not like his vision is completely tunneled in this regard. No, he’s empathetic and deeply so, just look at how his relationship with Johanna came to be in Traum. He feels pain when he has to rip someone to shreds for someone else’s sake despite being well acquainted with killing others, he just doesn’t show it since his position of power and his imperial pride—what little of it remains—doesn’t allow for such ‘worthless’ sentiments.

But the topic isn’t about how strong his morals are, we’re here to talk about what happens when even they are overridden by Constantine’s fear of being alone and his strong feelings towards death. So let’s discuss that.

Much like with Vlad, Constantine’s morals and principals will be warped to suit his end goal and the way he reconciles with this shift is by doing the same thing he always does. Deny it, but not in the way he’s been denying things up until this point. He’s not denying the existence of the pain in his heart, no, the bleakness and duration of the situation that has been slowly grinding his sanity down to a powder has forced him to graduate to a much more severe form of denial. Which is denying the truth, the truth that he’s well on his way to becoming a monster and his actions from this point on are undoubtedly evil.

…Which he isn’t, of course. Constantine isn’t evil nor a monster, he’s just committing these actions because his hands were forced, there is no wrongdoing in that. There’s nothing unjust or evil about surviving and protecting who you love, even if you sacrifice everyone else to do so. There is nothing wrong with that. There is nothing wrong with that. There is nothing wrong with that. There is

That’s the new narrative at play here. A complete denial of the horror of his actions and a million excuses as to how and why he’s still the morally good man he thinks he is. Worse yet, there isn’t anything anyone can do to stop this mindset change. It’s inevitable given the situation and something to note, is that the people closest to his heart will now notice the cracks forming in his veneer. Small signs that something isn’t right with Constantine, but they’re small enough to not warrant a red flag just yet in their eyes. He’s not that far gone in this phase.

Everything else that comes after are things that I need to deliberate on more, so I’ll cut it there. For now let’s get to his other flaw.

Let’s rewind to a scenario where Constantine isn’t about to go off the deep end due to stress and paranoia, but things aren’t quite good either. When it comes to matters of safety and health, Constantine 9 times out of 10 already has a solution in mind and you bet your ass that he’s not going to hear any complaints about it. He thinks he knows what’s best and that you simply don’t know any better. Don’t mistake this as coming a place of ego or condescension, rather it’s from a place of love and care. It just might come off that way because he’s so damn stubborn and so worried about you. But this of course, doesn’t excuse how bullheaded he’s being about it. No one’s quite sure how the idea got into his head, but Constantine believes that—since you aren’t as paranoid cognizant of death and dying like he is—that you are simply ignorant and in even more need of his protection than if you were. He’s the one who’s seen it all, he’s the one who knows just how dangerous the world really is and he knows just cruel and spontaneous death really is. So obviously he has to put in the work to make sure you’re okay, even if you have an argument about it. It’s worth it if you’re okay tomorrow and the day after.

Endnote: Annnnd that’s that. It’s not much but I hope it’s something good. I really want to get into the thing I offhandedly mentioned exactly once, but I have to write for Mehmed and Sannan too. I just can’t leave them hanging!

Oh and I recently ported my Constantine HCs and the beefy 21k fic onto Ao3. Not really much of an incentive to go there since it’s just that and some—admittedly—cringe fics I posted a year ago when I first started writing fanfiction. It’s not much and it kinda hurts to read, but it’s my history and it’s a symbol of my growth. But yeah, the name’s RedliningFrequency if you feel so inclined to drop by or if you were wondering if there was an imposter of me there, well now you know.

Anywho, I’m going to go back into research hell and try not gouge my eyes out from boredom. Have a nice night everyone and until next time!

—Redline, over and out!