#LOOK AT HIM SO DAPPER HOLY SHIT

[lillylunala]

HAT HAT HAT HAT HAT HE GOT HIS FUCKING HAT BACK LETS FUCKING GO

[lxvvie]

Couples Shit with John Price:

Jokingly calling John a mother hen because whenever he's deployed, he will always inquire about your well-being when he has the time. Is the house adequately stocked (it always is; he makes sure of it every time he comes home)? Is it warm enough? Is it cool enough? Are you wearing your jacket whenever you go out because he'd hate for you to get sick on him and that's one more thing to worry about.

Slipping up and calling him Jack (Jack is a common nickname for John) in front of the boys which earns them a glare. Now he's known as Cap'n Jack to the crew. Behind his back that is. Can't be helped, Cap'n.

Cap'n Jack is the least of his worries, though. Price is lucky they haven't gotten ahold of the more embarrassing pet names you have for him. Yet.

Torn between convincing Price to stop smoking cigars and thinking he looks so dapper doing so. He understands your feelings, honestly, he does, darling. John says this as he takes another puff of said cigar. Looks like he and Laswell have this in common, too.

Making pillow talk a mandatory thing in the morning and at night because you two made a promise to never go to sleep or wake up angry with each other. This also allows Price to unwind after being the Cap'n for so long.

John also going down on you and overstimulating you as a way to decompress as well. That, and he wants his beard soaking wet with your juices. Jokingly says that it helps it grow and stay moisturized and holy shit, the look on your face afterward, especially after he winked.

Speaking of beards, there's nothing so intimate as doing Price's beard care routine with him.

You tried to pay Price a compliment once. Just spur of the moment like always. You were trying to make him blush. Got tongue-tied, though. You meant to say handsome but instead said hairy. Whoops. Price's brow furrowed in confusion. It is true, he's hairy, but... thank you, darling?

Being in the doghouse because Price refuses to believe his cheeks puff out when he gets angry or is concentrating. So, you sent him pictures. And then you got a second opinion from Gaz. Now both of you are in the doghouse lmao.

Speaking of chonky cheeks, you absolutely love to squeeze and kiss them, to Price's chagrin—sometimes. Other times, he's trying his best not to laugh and blush.

[ramons-elevator]

*SLAMS HANDS ON DESK*

FUCKING PHILS POV

Everything about his POV was bone chilling holy shit. Also fucking shoutout to the admins for picking Chayanne and Tallulah bc that was a really smart move.

For some context for those who arent Philza watchers:

Tallulah and Chayanne obey Phil. Yes they can be divas sometimes and be dumb and silly, but they arent like their siblings like Dapper and Richas who will just be dramatic and do dumb and dangerous stuff when their parents dont feel 100% okay with it. They will throw a fit but still be respectful of Phil’s word.

Phil said multiple times to them, especially Tallulah, to not go to the dinner no matter what. That as soon as it hits 2pm PST, they get tucked into bed and they can wake up after if they want. Chay and Lullah both agreed bc they both fear dying. Tallulah wants to see her dad and Chayanne knows how hard his dad works to make sure they are safe.

Let me fucking tell you how creepy it was seeing Tallulah walk into the dinner.

Phil immediately questioned her and was like “what the fuck you doing? We both agreed you would stay in bed.” and when ‘Tallulah’ just stared at him and shook her maracas, you could feel the air still.

Personally, it felt like a bucket of ice water got dumped on me. Phil literally froze. Because thats not fucking Tallulah. Tallulah is calculated, gentle, and slow moving. The ‘Tallulah’ at the dinner was shaking her maracas without a care in the world, running around. Also Tallulah will talk to Phil and they check in on each other. The ‘Tallulah’ at the dinner didnt put down a sign once.

Then as Phil was realizing that Tallulah wasn’t Tallulah, then ‘Chayanne’ comes in. At this point Phil realized that both ‘Tallulah’ and ‘Chayanne’ dont have cracks. Phil straight up looks at ‘Chayanne’ and says “You are fake, you arent my son.” Also same thing with Tallulah, Chayanne and Phil check in with each other. They are a well oiled machine. Phil knows Chayanne like the back of his hand and vise versa.

To be fair, Chayanne isnt an egg of many words. He likes action and just nods/shakes of his head when talking. If need be he will place a sign down, but he doesnt talk as much as Tallulah. So it isnt hard to impersonate him.

But the second, ‘Chayanne’ started punching Phil was again bone chilling. Chayanne rarely hits Phil, maybe once or twice from the top of my head. Again, Chay and Lulah are very respectful of Phil. If they need his attention, they do other ways. They dont hit.

And thats when Phil let Fit know that something was wrong. Those werent his kids. That they are fakes. Around that time, Phil runs home and sees that his actual kids are sleeping. He takes a photo, runs back, and fucking shows ‘Chayanne’. Phil lets the fakes know that he knows and he doesnt give a shit.

At some point, Phil and Fit talk again and ‘Chayanne’ runs up and tries to take the photo from Phil. Phil basically said fuck off and went back to his seat.

The part I find so fucking eerie was that Fit and ‘Chayanne’ had a lil talk. ‘Chayanne’ put down a sign that said something along the lines of “My dad doesnt love me anymore”.

That sign literally made me start to freak out because thats the fucking last thing the real Chayanne thinks. The real Chayanne knows that his dad loves him to death. That Phil would burn this server to the ground if anything bad happened to Chayanne. Chayanne knows that Phil does everything in his power to keep his son alive. He knows how much Phil worries about him and Tallulah (both the characters and the admins).

Going back to what I said at the start, the admins were so fucking smart for picking Chayanne and Tallulah to be the ‘Code eggs’.

People outside of Phil, Fit, Bad, and maybe Forever/Cellbit dont really spend time with Chayanne and Tallulah. Yes, other people do care after them and know them, but they really dont know their mannerisms and quirks. They dont know that Tallulah only shakes her Maracas when she is very excited or have something to say. They dont know that, while Chayanne can be hyper, he usually is very obedient and stays close to Tallulah when he can.

So putting them in a party where the attention isnt on them 100% time is so smart. They can run around and people dont think about it. They just see two eggs running around and having fun. They dont know how wrong it is to see them like that.

Then when the ‘Code eggs’ made themselves known, Phil got kicked. Again very smart from the admins because no one wanted to kill ‘Chayanne’ and ‘Tallulah’ even though they were obviously Codes. Even Fit, who Phil told over and over again that those arent his kids, hit the Codes once or twice but stopped because he didnt wanna take that risk. No one wanted to take the chance of hurting an egg. It gave the ‘Code eggs’ time to kill Charlie and try to kill others.

But the second Phil joins back, he is screaming that those arent his kids and to kill them. That they were impostors. Even then, they let Phil kill the Code eggs.

Then when Code Tallulah died, everyone stepped back and let Phil 1v1 Code Chayanne.

Im so impressed with the admins and the people who played the fake Chayanne and Tallulah. They did such a good job of putting a spear of ice through my heart. 100/10 Bravo

[isa-ghost]

Do you have any headcanons as far as Philza and BBHs' relationship? I've enjoyed thinking about that because I think it's one of the few relationships on Philza's side that's actually a bit more complicated? But also Philza saying that BBH wouldn't lie is the funniest thing ever.

Or if no headcanons about Philza and BBH specifically what about Philza, Bad, and Cellbit as a trio in charge of the order because I really loved that

OOOH this is gonna be an interesting challenge because I don't watch a lot of Bad :0!

qPhil headcanons masterlist

Obligatory they're both thousands of years old mention. There's some things they can talk about and relate on that no one else on the island can. MAYBE Foolish, but Foolish tends to just focus on the present and vibe. Phil and Bad though, in the right conditions, they could and will have deep conversations about the past and their experiences.

On that note holy fucking shit these two would be terrifying teamed up together. If the Feds ever do something harmful or permanent to the eggs, god help them when these two decide they're armed enough and hatch a plan. They'll rain hell on the entire island and then some. And every other parent will be more than willing to join them. Do Not Piss Off The Immortal Murder Dads.

Phil could tell clearly that Bad is part demon. Finding out he was part reaper was a surprise. Honestly with how much of a lil trickster Bad is, Phil is surprised he isn't part Fae or something.

Phil takes one look at how Bad goes "no idea what you're talking about, nothing happened :D" about stuff like him Literally Dying and is like [uncanny Mr Incredible] "at least I'm not that bad." Phil just (very poorly) hides things and says he's fine. He doesn't straight up deny anything happened (and couldn't convincingly act like nothing is wrong the way Bad can if he tried)

Missa is a reaper. Bad is a reaper. Phil wants to see them talk about reaper things together. Or see them both in action. He himself can also carry small conversations about it since he's learned so much through osmosis :D

Actually that's kinda why Phil feared Bad so much during Purgatory. That was him in action. And he never wants to be on an opposing side of it again.

He doesn't resent Bad for Purgatory btw he just jokes like it sometimes. Same as with Tubbo (or anyone else for that matter), he blames the Watcher for trying to destroy their friendships.

Has straight up looked Bad in the eyes like "are you aware you are raising the most terrifying egg. Are you." He genuinely thinks if Dapper wanted to, he could kill Phil in his sleep. Every time he sees Dapper, he's learned something new and insane.

Tbh Phil sometimes envies how full of whimsy Bad is. He's seen infinitely more horrors than Phil for sure, yet he always ironically seems like a little ball of sunshine despite being a literal shadow lookin demon. What The Fuck is this man's secret to staying so silly.

Phil is endlessly fascinated by the extent to which Bad can come up with more and new protections for the eggs. He thinks of stuff not even remotely on Phil's radar. See, Phil's a safety expert as a survivalist, but most of his skills involve using what's around you and your wits, because survival is largely about relying only on yourself because you rarely have any other choice. Bad on the other hand will not hesitate to seek out new tech, other people, or tinker and experiment until he discovers new ways to use anything and everything he can get his hands on. Phil admires how intuitive he is.

Also Bad is really good at making bases and Phil enjoys seeing how balanced the aesthetics and practical parts are. Bad can make something look cozy and lavish as hell while also putting like a billion farms and gadgets into it.

I wonder how a conversation about possession would go. :) Surely Bad has some insight on it as a demon?

Something about how the two of them have arguably the most horrific egg death nightmares. I don't know where to go with this but goddamn would Crows and Ghosties be feasting.

Actually wait shut up, I just realized something kinda cute. In the same way Phil can talk to birds (particularly crows ofc), Bad can talk to the dead/undead (particularly ghosts). Imagine the sillies that could come out of that. It's said that animals can see the dead, what if Phil's murder conspires with the ghosts that follow Bad around ;D

The moment Phil would use his wings if they were healed, Bad would clock that he's the Angel of Death. I'm not sure he saw Phil flying during Purgatory, but if he did, he knows. And that would lead to many interesting conversations. :)

[www-tanjiros-soft-dom]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆.

[18+] Bertholdt Hoover x GN Reader

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: N/SFW content, sub Bertholdt, dom reader, handjob, drooling, slight choking, reader’s lowkey pervy, pet names, praises, kind of overstim if you squint, y’all suck at studying, unestablished relationship, Bertholdt is into post-hardcore/punk cuz… fuck you, that’s why.

｡𖦹°‧ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃.

So, Bertholdt. Breathe if you agree.

He’s always wearing some sort of collared shirt — be it a button-up or a polo — paired with a nice pair of slacks. Sometimes, he’ll even throw a nice looking sweater over it, and my, does he look so dapper. Such a handsome man walking around campus, from his perfectly combed hair to his leather dress shoes.

But, he doesn’t always dress up like that. And you found that out after showing up at his dorm for your scheduled weekend study session. When he opened the door, he was not wearing a collared shirt; instead, his torso was clad in a black American Idiot shirt (huh, you didn’t know he was into Greenday), surprisingly baggy for someone his stature, but you had to remind yourself that Bertholdt was just as lanky as he was tall, so finding shirts that fit must be an absolute nightmare for him. Grey sweatpants replaced his usual nice slacks, and holy shit, stop staring at his crotch, (Y/N)!!

Confusion overtook his features (for a second, you were afraid he caught you ogling at how nicely his sweatpants emphasized his package), and he asked if you needed something. Now it was your turn to be confused; did he forget about your study session? It was revealed that, yes, he did forget about your study session, and watching his eyes widen and his ears turn pink was… something else.

“Ah, shi… um… sorry, (Y/N),” he meekly mumbled (wait a minute, did he almost just swear??). “I forgot what day it is…”

You were quick to reassure him that it was okay, and if he was busy with something else, you could totally come back later, or reschedule your session for another day. But he rapidly shook his head and started to reassure you, inviting you in so you could start. This would actually be your first time in his room, so you took the time to admire every inch of it. It was fairly neat, save for the unmade bed, and it seemed as though everything had their place. Button ups ranging from white to navy blue were neatly hung up on clothing hangers. Books were neatly propped up on one side of his desk while notebooks were methodically stacked onto each other on the other. Not too much decoration made it on his walls, but you did take note of the Polaroid picture of him, Reiner, and Annie, along with the Coheed and Cambria poster adjacent to his door (since when did Bertholdt like post-hardcore—?).

“Sorry about the mess. If I didn’t forget, I would’ve cleaned up a bit.”

You wanted to let out a humored scoff; what mess? As far as you could tell, this was the cleanest dorm room you’ve ever seen a college student live in. After telling him that you didn’t mind, the study session commenced, and you couldn’t help but find yourself… distracted. At first, it started rather innocent; just wondering how you never knew Bertholdt’s music tastes, despite knowing each other for quite some time. Then he started saying something to grab your attention, which made you begin to study his face (instead of, you know, studying for your upcoming exam). Huh… did Bertholdt always have such pretty, pale green eyes? You thought they were more of a grey, but now that you took the time to actually look at them, you realized there was a hint of sage in his iris. They really complimented his chestnut hair… that you just now noticed was uncombed, sticking up in ways that just looked so endearing and soft… your hand twitched at the thought of reaching out and stroking it, carding your fingers all the way to the back of his bedhead and—

Woah, woah, woah. Let’s not go there.

So, pushing down those thoughts, you diligently returned to your gaze to your notes as you listened to him continue to speak. But you could only focus on his words for so long before you started to focus on his voice, and while his low notes had a roughness to them, his high notes were softer… breathy, even. It made you wonder just how high he could reach while you wrapped your hands around his—

Ayo. Quit it. You’re supposed to be studying, not thinking about your study partner in such a disgustingly gaudy way. Christ, have you no shame, you scolded yourself. Get a grip!

You managed to tune back into what Bertholdt was actually saying, just in time for him to pose a question on whether or not he should make flash cards. It sounded like a good idea, so you suggested the idea of making them on Quizlet to save time and notecards, which he agreed with, and immediately got to work on his laptop. The room fell into a comfortable silence, only the noises of clicking keys filling your ears. And, of course, your eyes had to wander from your notes to his face again, this time focusing on his lips. They were a bit chapped, yet still managed to look soft, and… oh… he just darted his tongue out to wet them. Now they were slightly glistening with his own spit. Great. How were you supposed to not think about hooking your index finger under his chin, smearing his spit by stroking his bottom lip with your thumb, huh?! What, is it wrong to feel the strong urge to press a finger down on the divot where his lip was cracked, watch as his mouth parted for you to stick your finger into the warm cavity—

I’m going to hell, you mentally groaned.

There was one final attempt to return to your studies; honestly, there was! But your attention was diverted by Bertholdt cursing underneath his breath (yes; Bertholdt Hoover. Cursing. Do you even know this man anymore?!), and your eyes just so happened to flick towards his long, extremely grab-able neck. To quel the sudden restlessness you felt in your hands, your gaze traveled down from his Adam’s apple to the exposed skin of his collar bone… which by no means did you any favors. That damn Green Day shirt was suddenly becoming the bane of your existence, because why the fuck did it have to sit on his body in such a teasing way, pooling around his waste in the valley between his pelvis and his…

And his…

…

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuCK—

“(Y/N)?”

And now every distraction comes to bite you in the ass, because of course Bertholdt’s soft voice called out to you as his green eyes were trained on your face, dark eyebrows quirked worriedly under his soft, tousled hair while his lips were stretched into a frown (god, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was pouting at you). With his head turned to face you, you could definitively see the strain of his neck muscles, his Green Day shirt shifting to reveal more olive skin underneath… and… his…

“… U-uhm… (Y/N)…?”

Your eyes snapped back to his, but you were too entranced by them to even muster a response. Those beautiful sage green eyes… framed perfectly by long dark lashes… they were practically beckoning your hand to find purchase on one of his flushed cheeks…

It was an innocent little gesture. Just lovingly cradling the side of his face in your hand, giving him ample time for him to pull away before you actually made contact with his warm skin. Worst case scenario, he asks what you were doing, and you could make up some bullshit excuse while you die a little inside, and this whole 30 second interaction could be forgotten with time, never to be brought up again.

That’s when he leaned into your touch.

And… uh… things sort of spiraled from there.

You don’t exactly remember how you started from point A and ended up here at point B. But all that matters is that you had him sitting in the space between your thighs, back against your front, and long, muscular legs spread so far apart, you couldn’t help but be amazed. While his hands gripped onto your thighs like they were his only lifeline, yours were multitasking between exploring his toned chest and giving steady strokes to his cock. Somehow, the end of his Green Day shirt ended up caught between his teeth (did you tell him to do that? Did he do that on his own? You couldn’t remember), barely doing much to muffle his high-pitched whines that you could only describe as adorable and hot. Grey sweatpants and plaid boxers were rolled down to his mid thigh in order for you to access his painfully red dick better.

The hand on his chest found one of his pretty pink nipples, causing a shudder to wreck through Bertholdt’s body as you circled the bud with your fingers. Then, after giving it an experimental tug, something mixed between a gasp and a moan left Bertholdt’s saliva-slicked lips, his back arching forwards. “Hhnrngh—!! Mm… (Y/N),” he managed to get out with a mouth full of fabric.

“I’m here, baby,” you softly cooed, continuing to play with his hardened nub in order to elicit more delicious sounds from him. “You’re being such a sweet thing for me… such a good boy!”

His cock jumped in your hand as beads of precum dribbled down from his slit. “Mmh—!! Ahh!! G-good boy f’you, (Y/N)!! Oh— (Y/N)! (Y-Y/N)! (Y/N)—!!” With every chant of your name, his voice seemed to rise an octave. You could hear it beginning to crack around the edges, cute little sobs and hiccups mixing with heavy breaths, and— oh, Christ, was he crying? “Nrhh… w’nna b… b’guh—ahh—!!”

Your mouth found the side of his neck, teeth sinking into one of the purple splotches you previously sucked into his skin. This received a broken keen from the giant, his hips bucking up desperately into your hand, and you couldn’t stop the adoring chuckle from escaping your chest. “Oh, my baby boy, you’re already so, so good.” With a skillful flick of your wrist, Bertholdt’s mouth fell open with the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard, shirt falling from his mouth while his head fell backwards to expose more of your little bite marks and hickies that littered his throat. “Yeah, that’s it,” you soothed, trailing your hand upwards from his nipple to the base of his neck. “Just like that, baby. Let me hear you, okay?”

“Oh— oh, fuck, please!!” One of his giant hands shot up to yours. Before you could even process it, he was applying pressure to your hand and indirectly squeezing his own throat. “Fuh… fuck— pleaseplease, (Y/N)!!”

You couldn’t ignore the way your heart jumped in your chest. Was he actually begging for you to choke him? No, he couldn’t be… that’s too good to be true… unless? “Hm? You like this?”

After applying the slightest pressure — just enough so he would know what you meant, but not enough to freak him out — a chorus of, “pl-please! Pleasepleaseplease—” fell from his lips. You slowly being to squeeze tighter and tighter until he let out a choked noise, followed by his breathless, “thah.. thank… thanky’h!! Hng!!”

With a high pitched cry as your only warning, his leaking cock spurt out white ropes, coating your hand and his torso in his hot release. Tiny sobs poured from his lips as you continued to stroke him through his sudden orgasm. You didn’t stop until he had to pathetically paw at your hand and gasp out, “hah… s’too much!! Too much!! Please!!” So, almost reluctantly, you released his cock from your grasp, his body slumping into yours as soon as you did. His tired pants filled the room, and you started to worry that you went a bit overboard.

“Hey,” you whispered, kissing the tip of his ear and reveling in the way he shivered. “How do you feel?”

“Hn… ‘mazing,” was his soft reply. Your sturdy grip was long gone from his neck (since y’know, it be a shame if you accidentally murdered him while jerking him off), which allowed you to see the bruises you left behind. Whoops. Hopefully, his shirt collars go high enough to hide that.

Getting him to lay down on the bed, you could finally admire the fruits of your labor. Drool dribbled down his chin, mingling with the tears of pleasure that leaked from his hooded and unfocused eyes. His face was a beautiful shade of red as sweat caused his hair to stick to his forehead. And… yikes… you should probably offer to wash his shirt for him, shouldn’t you? Tugging at its hem, you managed to slip it off of his body (with his help, of course. Even while totally fucked out, Bertholdt is a good boy), and then use its sleeve to wipe his face of sweat, drool, and tears before throwing it onto the floor. You could deal with that later; right now, a soft cuddle session was in order.

So, yeah. Moral of the story, you learned that Bertholdt doesn’t always dress up… among other things.

[dead-fandom-society]

New blorbo alert and bodies spoilers ahead. Can any bodies fans here talk about how ICONIC Karl weissman is??? Holy shit. I have no idea why tumblr isn’t all over this guy yet. He’s the perfect dark murdery bastard that wears dapper suits and has slicked back hair with a slutty curl and a pencil moustache and a COCKNEY ACCENT and he is really witty and sometimes really mean I love it. The insults??? Omfg. We need men to be slutty 1940s detectives again. I love him. I am so feral for everything he does. The reluctant bachelor becomes a father figure archetype that we get for like two episodes. Can we also talk about how iconic his deaths are in the two timelines where he dies??? 1) resigns, breaks into Harker house, shoots Polly, shoots Harker/Mannix in the face (and looks so sexy while doing it) and then knows he’s about to be arrested and faces execution so he lights up a smoke and gets drunk off of Harker’s booze while waiting for the cops. Iconic. And in 2) he does the same murders but this time runs to the bar to hide the record (also asks Hasan for a pint in his carving), fires his gun in the air to get everyone out, STAYS THERE AND LIGHTS UP A CIGAR AND POURS OUT A SHOT, and refuses to come out before the police fire, literally saying “nah.” LMFAOOO. Oh my fucking god. Oh my fucking god. I could talk about his character for hours

[amarriageoftrueminds]

the howlies trying to reconcile Steve "Captain America" Rogers with the Stevie that the Sergeants been telling them about since they got to the continent is so funny to me. Like. This is the scrappy guy who tried to illegally enlist?????

Them asking Bucky how come he's so good at boxing, Bucky explaining that he had to learn...

Them thinking he means he has a tough upbringing...

No, it's just his best friend is a big-mouth who can't go a day without getting himself attacked, and Bucky had to learn how to fight so he could teach him.

How this absolute nutcase is so ill (but so idiotically honest) that he tried to enlist five times and kept getting given a 4F, because it would never occur to him that he could just lie his way in.

It was the principle of the thing, he wanted to be accepted as a disabled man, just the kind the Nazis think should be euthanized, and be allowed to fight at Bucky's side.

Them looking at squeaky-clean Steve in his immaculately-pressed uniform, and being like 'wait, this is the guy Sarge said threw a pail of piss into the face of a Nazi who was trying to organise a rally on the corner of their block?? this guy?? this is the guy Sarge had to convince the Mafia not to kill after he painted pro-Labour Union anti-ILA graffiti round the Navy Yard?? THIS guy?!?'

And the same Sarge they've seen mother-henning all the dumb kids in the regiment is now faffing round a giant blond musk ox, telling him off for walking holes in his socks (and who's gunna end up having to darn them?? yeah guess who!), immediately vetoing all his initial battle plans and complaining about what a fuckin meatball he is even though he's his superior officer.

And them being like 'holy shit, this nonsense is the only reason we're still alive.'

(And the flipside; judging by how well Bucky has kicked ass in the war so far, them avidly asking Steve what Bucky was like back home -- surely he must be some kind of gangster thug, forever in and out of jail, to be so cool-headed? perhaps some kind of fixer for the mob? a hustler?? and to their bewilderment and horror Steve is just like 'wh- what?? no! he likes swing dancing, dressing dapper and reading science fiction books! he's a nice jewish boy and a model son!' )

[lxrd-ren]

(Fuck me man did I actually crack it-)

Hmm, what if q!Bad being effected by the soul vultures is inherently a good thing?

I mean looking at the wiki for both the soul vulture and the soul stealing potion, it is pretty fucking powerful. I mean you could theoretically suck the life out of someone and use their soul to better yourself. I feel like q!Bad would 100% use this to his advantage

I've headcannoned how q!Bad has very destructive powers to the point where he can't use them cause he'll hurt and destroy everything. Perhaps this whole soul steal potion is his plan to get powerful enough to destroy the federation without hurting anyone else

I've put some thought into it and I think it makes sense

Obviously he found out about these potions from Dapper. But from what we know (and could see) Dapper only ever made the potions by sacrificing his health to the soul vultures

Me thinks the blue spots on q!Bad is from him consuming the soul potion instead of making it. I mean, we didn't see any spots on Dapper right? Meaning the blue spots has to have come from something else. But the blue is so similar, it HAS to have come from the soul vultures in some way. It being a side effect of drinking the potion me thinks is logical enough, and it makes sense that q!Bad is drinking it as he knows from Dappers notes how powerful it is

It also kinda explains the worker in his basement. Sure q!Bad has questioned it and maybe even tortured it, but q!Bad phrased it as an 'investigation' or 'project'. Surely q!Bad knew the worker wouldn't have much information, so why take it in the first place? Well, I think he'd go to these extremes if he had an ulterior motive. Namely, investigating whether the soul steal potion would effect federation employees aka could q!Bad use it against the federation

AND THE TIMING WORKS. When we saw the worker last, it was caged and locked up in q!Bad's basement. Let's say during that time period, he worked out that the worker is indeed effected by the soul stealing potion. And so, seeing this success, q!Bad starts taking the potion. And look at that, the black patches appear the next fucking day. And not 2 DAYS LATER, the blue spots start appearing.

And nearly everyday since, we've seen him either go back to the basement or the soul vultures, presumably to either make the potions or consume it. Oh and look at that, the blue has gotten worse and worse over time, almost as if he's drinking more and more of it

Motherfucker even said at one point:

"All according to plan."

Plus, I remember seeing one post saying how they don't think q!Bad is torturing the worker but rather experimenting on it like Dapper would experiment on shit. I'd say testing if a soul stealing potion would work on the employee is definitely experimenting on it

But I think we should definitely keep in mind the uh, ahem, other side effects.

Such as q!Bad becoming more violent, more hysteric, less empathetic, aka, losing his humanity, almost as if he's losing his own soul by getting hurt by the soul vultures and instead is regaining souls through the soul vulture potion, but ofcourse the souls aren't the same so bit by bit he's becoming more like one such as looking like one (the blue spots all over him), acting more like one (being more violent), sounding more like one.. (those noises we keep hearing at the end + start of stream)

..just saying we might see some soul vulture wings on q!Bad pretty soon..

(K but holy shit imagine the fanart that would look so fucking cool)

[prismartist]

ID: a digital illustration of cellbit, roier, and dapper from the QSMP. it is colored in hues of blue. cellbit holds a book titled "the adventurer's guide by QNP..." cellbit's hand is covering most of it. he looks at it in shock, saying, "holy shit, dapper! isso é muito louco! this is so cool!!!" next to him, roier stares down in mild horror, saying, "dapper, eres un enfermo culiao" [english: "dapper, you are one sick fuck.] from off-screen, dapper smiles widely, satisfied. cellbit and roier are drawn with ponytails. End ID.

the two reactions to dapper's tree encyclopedia. she takes them both as compliments :D

was a bit experimental with my designs here, ended up giving guapoduo long hair and roier a short-sleeved hoodie and a ribbon on his shirt because. why not. parece muy bonito, in my opinion :D

bonus:

ID: an uncolored digital illustration showing dapper smugly holding up a sign reading, "como se llama autismo triple hijueputa." [english: it's called autism motherfucker.] roier laughs with a hand on his face, saying, "pendejo!" End ID.

[callm3-q]

WIP

disclaimer: Starhalo/sweetduo, Marriage, homosexuality[ don't know what else you'd expect from the LGBTQSMP]

-Summary-

-Bad and Ètoiles get married in the span of 15 hours, cause they don't know any better, and why the hell not :D

-Fluff

-WIP

Just a long term alliance, not a marriage proposal

[Ch 1- Isn’t that how it’s done?]

WHAT!? BAD! NO NO NO NO NO! AHHHHH! NO NO NO BUT ALSO FUCK YESSSSSS! BAD YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED! HOLY SHIT! IN I-IN LIKE… FUCK! IN LIKE 10 HOURS!? OH MY FUCK…

You good now?

Y-you’re getting married…YOU’RE- YOU, YOU, MARRIED!?

Well… I wouldn’t call it that… More of a… Long term alliance

Of course you would call it that…

Chill out Baghs, I already dealt with most of it

Really?

W-What? Of course! I’m not some soulless person who would give someone a crappy wedding! What kind of monster do you think I am?

Bad said, sounding kind of genuinely sad that she would think that.

W-Well… You are a demon…

…One thing you may not know about demons Baghs… We can through one heck of a party

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Ok! 5 hours left… Hmmm… I cannnn… Ooh! I can make a new ring , I just needed one quick for the… asking for the long term alliance… Definitely not a proposal. Anyways! The store bought ones are always just straight terrible all gross and basic [for how expensive they are], non of which are anything close to what Ètoiles is, he’s just… The best. And he deserves the best, obviously. Why else would I marryyyyyy- suggest a long term not proposal alliance. 

…But how should the ring look… We need something that is easy to wear during combat, something that will stay on, and it has to be small, not to much, not to little, something that will suit him. Hmm… Maybe… Stars! That’s literally what “Ètoiles” stands for, something like… Like, we could, make thin outlines of stars around the ring, thin lines, so it doesn’t get caught on anything. I want him to be able to wear it all the time so people know that he’s in a long term alliance with me and not anyone else.

Bad had zoned out, not even noticing Dapper watching him from around the table. He only noticed when he felt a small tug on his cloak.

Oh! Good morning Dapper!

Good morning dad, what were you thinking about?

Oh, nothing important

Well, important or not I wanna know

Well, ok then. I’m going to a wedding in about 5 hours

What? Who’s getting married?

Me?

WHAT!?

What?

YOUR GETTING MARRIED DAD?!

Yeah?

TO WHO?! I’LL KILL THEM

Please don’t, and it’s not a ‘marriage’ per say, more of a long term alliance

Your getting married

I guess you could say it like that, if you really wanted to

To who though? Who do you find good enough to marry you. I’ll kill them, nobody is good enough for my dad

That’s sweet Dapper, but please don’t kill Ètoiles…

Ètoiles?! Two of the people most known for not wanting to be tied down are getting married, what a sight to see

Not married Dapper, just an alliance

Yeah Yeah whatever. What about this ‘alliance’ were you thinking about

Well, I was thinking about just making him something

A ring?

How did you know? But yeah, I wanted something better that the stupid store bought ones, those ones stink

I agree, what design were you thinking of doing?

Well… I’ll draw it out for you, but be nice, I’m not an artist Dapper

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…

It’s so pretty dad!

Thanks  Dapper… But like I said I’m not an artist…

Just give yourself the credit you deserve, but I would like to make a small sudjestion

What is it?

Make the jewel thingy on the top red

You sure?

Yep

Well If you say so Dapper, I’m gonna get to work

Ok, I’ll help!

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…

What do you think Dapper?

It’e perfect!

That’s good to hear…

Are you ok?

Yeah…

Nervous…?

Kind of I guess…

It’s normal to be nervous dad

I know…

You’ll be great, and I’ll be there, right by your side cheering you on

Thanks Dapper

Bad choked out, not expecting to be crying. He brought Dapper into a hug, holding him tight. Crying into the top of his head, Dapper gladly accepted the hug. He felt bad, but proud. It was nice to see Bad getting this rush of emotion, felling so deeply about this, trusting someone enough to, finally, have a bigger bond that just a really close friendship.

You’ll do great dad…

All Dapper got in return was sobs, soft and quiet, but still audible.

Dapper looked slightly to the side, hearing the warp stone go off. He saw a small figure peeking out from the door. He signaled Pomme to come in, trying to not disturb Bad, who seemed to not hear the swoosh sound of the warp stone

Are you ok dad?

I-‘m ok Pomme

What happened…?

Pre-wedding jitters…

W-

Pomme paused, not wanting to make her dad more upset or nervous, but still having questions, having not heard about this until just now

You’ll do great dad… I’m sure the person your marrying will be  so happy to be with you

Yeah! 

Dapper replied, patting his dad’s shoulder softly

Calming Bad’s sobs down into small hiccups

T-thank you kids…

No problem Dad… How much time before you’ve got to go?

Li-ke 2 hours…

Why don’t we get you dressed then

Pomme snickered, a wide grin sprawled onto her face 

Ok Pomme

Bad replied with a chuckle

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…

You look so pretty dad!

Pomme said, ecstatically 

You think so?

We know so

Dapper replied proudly

You guys want to go get ready? I made sure I got you something you would like to wear, as a surprise from me to each of you specifically.

Ooooh yayyyy!

Pomme and Dapper ran into their bedrooms to get changed

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Let’s get going…

Your gonna do awesome dad..

Thanks Dapper… Ok… let’s go…

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Woahhhhh, this place looks amazing

Pomme said looking around, mouth agape in awe

Thanks Pomme…

Bad replied with a small smile spreading across his face

You did this dad?

Dapper looked up to Bad in shock

Yeah…

Woah…

Dapper had the same reaction as Pomme, mouth agape

I know it’s kinda crappy-

It’s amazing!

Well… I’m gonna go to, whatever that place is

Ok, see you later dad!

Bye Pomme, bye Dapper

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...

[Dappers POV]

There were a lot of people there, guess word really spread fast, people were crying in joy? Pride? I don’t really know, but still, a ton of people. It would probably make dad freak out a bit.

Dapper kinda was wondering who would walk Bad down the aisle, kind of having a sneaking suspicion of who would. Not wanting to assume anything though.

Dapper saw Ètoiles walk out first

He looks… Fine… I guess… Nothing compared to my dad though.

Following he saw Sunny, Pomme, Empanada, Tallulah, and Leo. Pomme leading the group proudly, even though she had just figured out she was a flower girl. 

[End of POV]

Pomme, and all the other little huevitos in their little flower petered dresses, perfectly matching the color theme of the beautiful setting around them. Matching Almost all the things Ètoiles had told in secrecy to Bad, matching the things that he loves. All the colors, down to matching all the tones perfectly, the music, the setting, the time of night, all the stars visible through the glass roof. It was perfect.

Ètoiles saw Bad standing at the entrance, and my god did he look stunning. He felt his face get red, how could he not. He also saw Foolish? Walking him down the aisle, shocked that Foolish would agree. It also looked like he was crying? Again, shocking. But it was cute, they really do care about each other.

Once they had gotten all the way up to where Ètoiles was, Foolish went to stand to the side, behind Bad wiping the tears from his face. Ètoiles took in all the little details of the masterpiece that was in front of him, the luminous glow of Bad’s eyes to every little barely noticeable scar that covered his face, and even the barely visible freckles that were splattered perfectly on his face. He truly was just the definition of beautiful.

The outfit he had on just solidified it even more in Ètoiles’s mind, Bad was wearing a white suit, tailored to a perfect fit. He had on matching white shoes, guessing Pomme had helped him with the outfit, cute. But his suit, my god his suit. It was perfect, almost dress like, but not fully there. It was flowy and moved softly in the wind, like water. That’s what gave it away that Pomme and the other kids helped Bad with the outfit, always making Bad wear these kinds of things, Ètoiles wasn’t upset by it though, better for him. Bad can just find a way to make any outfit look good.

…

Bad inspected Ètoiles just as closely, seeing the way his hair effortlessly falls perfectly on his face, despite the wind blowing in the opposite direction, looking at his eyes, the light green blush spread across his face, the mask that usually hid the details of his face now gone. Ètoiles was so handsome, unbelievably and upsettingly so, how can he just so effortlessly look this good. And the black suit he was wearing suite him perfectly.

Both thoughts were quickly stoped when Dapper and Pepito came with the rings, holding them carefully.

Bad picked it up and put in onto Ètoiles’s finger, as Ètoiles stared in awe, at the intricate work of the ring, ‘Ètoiles’ inscribes into it, with a small red ruby on top, seeing how well put together this was, Ètoiles was ashamed of how sloppy his would look compared to Bad’s.

Ètoiles picked up the second ring and slipped it gently onto Bad’s finger, Bad was shocked that the islands greatest fighter was able to pull something so intricate off, the ring looked almost spiraled, The word ‘Halo’ inscribed on the inner walls of the ring, a small emerald embedded on the top.

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…

Blah Blah Blah, after all the other boring wedding stuff

Vows

Recession

Procesional

Readings

The officiant

Etc

Let’s skip to the good part

[The Kiss]

Bad had gotten Max to officiate the wedding, seeing that he’s done it time and time again for the islanders.

…

Do you, Ètoiles, take BadBoyHalo, as your lawfully wedded husband

I do

Ètoiles stated, with no hesitation whatsoever

And do you, BadBoyHalo, take Ètoiles, as your lawfully wedded husband

I do

Bad said, with somehow less hesitation than Ètoiles

Then, by the power invested in me, I pronounce you husbands. You may kiss the Groom

Ètoiles grabbed Bad and immediately kissed him, dipping him. 

Bad didn’t fight back, gladly accepting everything that Ètoiles did. 

They stayed like that for a bit longer, before standing up straight again. Only looking at each other, only letting a quick glance out to the crowd. Seeing the Huevos still covering their eyes in disgust from the kiss made them laugh. They looked back to each other, love visible in their eyes. Ètoiles took Bad’s hands in his, noticing that they were way smaller than his. How they fit perfectly into his, how soft they were.

Ètoiles saw how happy Bad looked, he had never seen him so exited or happy before. It felt nice to see.

Bad looked lovingly into Ètoiles’s eyes, seeing him look back with just as much love. He had almost never felt so happy, first being when he got Dapper. Oh! Dapper! Where was Dapper? Bad looked around for him, quickly seeing him sitting with Richarlyson, Pomme, and Cheyenne by the kitchen. He smiled at Dapper, before looking back at Ètoiles

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You did so good dad!

Dapper stated proudly

Y-Yeah

Pomme said, sobbing

Calm down Pomme

Bad said with a small chuckle

I-I-I Can’t! My- my dad-s j-ju-st got m-married!

Pomme said, still sobbing

Bad brought Pomme into a tight hug, gently patting her hair. Dapper squeezed his way into the hug, not wanting to be left out.

[Ètoiles’s POV]

Ètoiles was talking to Baghera, who was probably crying just as much as Pomme. But… Not out of happiness for him, more out of anger for not asking her for permission to marry her younger-brother-figure… Nice… But it’s not even like I knew, or even hoped the question! I only figured out I was getting married like, 15 hours ago! It was sudden, but still the best “Long Term Alliance” proposal I could of asked for.

Look Baghera, how could I have asked for your permission when, first, I wasn’t the one who proposed. And two, I didn’t even know I was getting married until 15 hours ago… sooo, how could I have asked for your permission?

Wait… 15 HOURS?!

Yeah…?

HOW!?

Isn’t that how it’s done?

NO?!

Oh

“OH”?!

Well either way, shut up about me not asking for your permission, be mad at Bad for not asking. I’m going to talk with Bad now, bye!

[End of POV]

Ètoiles walked over to Bad, hugging him from behind. Resting his head on Bad’s shoulder.

Oh, hi Ètoiles

Hi…

Are you ok?

Yeah

You sure?

Mhm

Ok

Hi dad!

Pomme said, running up to Ètoiles, hugging his leg

Hi Pomme, hi Dapper

Hi Ètoiles

Are you feeling ok dad?

Yeah, why?

You just seem a bit sad is all

Pomme said, moving back to look Ètoiles in the eyes

I’m alright, just tired I guess

You can go chill somewhere quieter if you want, I can keep everyone else entertained

Bad said softly, turning his head to look towards Ètoiles.

It’s ok

When you need to rest you need to rest, it’s nothing to be ashamed of love. It was a busy day

I know, I’m just waiting for you to be able to go with me

Ètoiles whispered the last part, placing a gentle kiss on Bad’s cheek

[fandsart]

A deleted scene from Wt20CLL that can be read as a standalone

Steve is released from the hospital the day after being submitted, with a good few prescriptions. He calls up Robin, as promised, to let her know that he’s made it to his house. She immediately tells him she’ll be there as soon as she can and hangs up before even saying bye.

When she arrives she’s out of breath and sweaty. And she’s… out of uniform… Which- Obviously, she would be, but Steve hasn’t seen her out of uniform before. The personal effects she always added to her uniform made Steve think she would be some kind of punk. The studded bracelet, the rings, the chains, the dark nail polish, the—frankly—snappy personality.

But seeing her first time out of uniform, the outfit she’s wearing has much more muted colors than the uniform. It throws Steve off guard a bit, and his sense of imbalance is pushed even further when she immediately surges for a hug.

“Shit, sorry,” she mumbles, and pulls away when he grunts at the irritation of the bruises on his stomach. He gets an even closer look at the outfit, suspenders and a vest. Her style of choice could almost be described as dapper. “You ok, dingus?”

“Is that how you dress?”

Her face grows defensive. “So?”

“I’ve just- never seen you out of uniform before.”

“Well. You have. In Click’s class. You just don’t remember.”

And yeah, he doesn’t remember her from then, but this get up she’s wearing…

It clicks into place.

“Holy shit…”

“Is it a problem how I dress?” she challenges.

“No, just… you got a haircut.”

She reels back slightly. “What?”

“Since Click’s class. You had long hair. And you didn’t wear lipstick before. Or eyeliner.” She’s not now either, but she wore them every day at Scoops.

She crosses her arms defensively. “I’m not going to do makeup just for school.”

“But you’ll do it to sling ice cream with a guy you didn’t like for a bunch of annoying toddlers?”

She sighs, looking almost guilty. “I was trying to look confident. Because I wanted you to know that I knew you weren't better than me. I already told you I was obsessed with you. Are you really surprised I put in a little effort to try to show you up?” She looks so uncomfortable having to confess this; annoyed with herself and cringing slightly.

“Obviously you weren’t obsessed with me enough to know I wouldn’t care. But I think you look good without it too. Just so you know. Any lady would be lucky to have you.” She sort of jolts at his words and looks over his shoulder.

“Are your parents here?” she whisper–yells. She’s clearly worried they might have overheard him. He scoffs at the question and gestures for her to follow, silently letting her know they have the house to themselves.

[redraven3093]

Catching up with Philza QSM Vod

July 22

hai phil-Early birbs lets go

You do have so many shits laying around

AUSIE AUSIE OIOIOI

Tallulah Darling hi :D its SO early for u-CHAYANNE HONEY YU AWAKE! - KIDDO buddy You give us ALL a HEARTATTCAK

Yeah scold him Phil >:(- PFFT Tallulah! -  CHAYANNE PLS SHE HAVENT SLEPT

ETOILES WOULD BE PUT IN PRISON

Safety first :D- no joint room

Well the kid literally have been sleeping a lot Lullah what do you expected?

PFTT 3 HOURS? CHAYANNE BUDDY PLS REST

Pretty – LMAO PHIL PLS THE 4th WALL PHIL

Yeah the room is not orange enough- Gordon ramsay tangent-

OMG TALLULAH SWEETY WHY DIDN’T YOU HAVE ANY FOOD?!- AVACADO toast FOR THE WIN!- CHAYANNE you too!

Food Check- DÉCOR time – Judging ur vibe-

Oh no u stuck- YAY FREDOM – IKEA LETS GOO

Lol the kids- all pumpkins- YAH STEAL THE RICH

Oh what about forever?- DID YA WIN SON??- AWWW noo

Woah that’s far- that is such a unique pattern- jumping blok-

Where is she?- PlANT TIME- WOAHH COOL- hey Tallulah

Oh ? good news first- white puffball U can eat them??

Yeah so Storage rooms

Grappling time- HERE WE GO

Yeah must be Dappers doing- Dapper is so crazy- HOLLY SHIT DAPPER U ARE CRAZY- ITS IN ALPHEBITICAL ORDER?!- It’s the Tesseract

Lol yeah you guys spend way to much time marveling dapper’s farm

Lolwas that enough?- fastest adventure we had- yeah don’t wory Lullah ur safe now

YEAH DÉCOR TIME AGAIN- yeah this looks good

Oh hey Tubbo

Oh?- Spanish music?- dance time cant hear the song thou

If you don’t know about love FUQ OFF lol- opp TOXIC- good guy behavior?

Lol yeah put all of it

CHAYANNNE- we did all that huh

Oh wait? They have titles??- YEAH CHAT GET YOUR TOAST

That is so cool- oh yeah you did that

AWW So CUTE

Yeah it look so good

AW YEAH WILL’S LETTERS

Phil’s pls he was assassinated by a baby

PFFT PHIL PLS NOT THAT ONE

A picture for the whole fam

Ahh a trip down the memory lane

Ah yes his favorite pic

Lol he got a pc-yeah not a good idea to put it next to the fire-well a kid got to have his fun

AWW THAT IS SO CUTE :D

AGUSTIN

Lol “no. MINE”

New song- yeah2 vod watchers cant hear anything lol- SPYxFAMILY??-OHH COMEDY that one

Yeah that is sweet

LET HIM COOK

Yeah it is pretty

LMAO Phil pls-PERMITED LETS GO

Phil pls

YEAH LETS GO to the TOP

Wicked lets go

Oh? A shulker box? Eyyo?

Lol bird brain go brr

:)

“Probably trash “he said LIES

PFFT LMAO he did it the son of a ditch

Lol its all fun Chayanne don worry- phil pls

STAR GAZING LETS GO

To the uppies place-safe and sound

Heloo-it DOES LOOK like a nest – birdza strikes again-The crows nest :D

AWW :D- so cute- an ECLIPSE- CUTE-

YEAH BED TIME STORY – OHH a SUPERNOVA

Oh the Beetlejuice :D- Yeah INFO DUMP

YEAH that is Cool

Gotta pay that bill

Yeah he did do that- Chayanne pls buddy

Yeah well they have reasons to be paranoid Tallulah, years of experience ca do that

:( PHILZA – YES WE DID SO PLS STAY SAFE

:’)

AWW KIDS WE LOVE YOU TOO – what happened with the squid?- aww buddy

Ah shit, imma cry – music paid actor

Goofy picture

Oh? – AWW KIDDO :’D

UGH MY HEART – AWW BUDY – PFT Tallulah sweety

AWW YOU TWO

Holly Lullah u have plenty

YEAH BED TIME

Opp ur stuck - oh okay good

Old chair

Etoiles have high standards- lmao- ??? holy – opp she voided

Question time- iron? Oh its not/j- pfft

Opp welcome back!- pfft

Yeah lets goo- oh so the Fed didn’t kidnaped you?

Yeah go get rest kiddos- oh that’s okay Tallulah

a hotel brunt down?-

?

who

OH FUCK OFF YOU BINARY BASTARDS

STOP TAKING PHOTOS U SHIT

WALTERBOB?!

FUCK OFF

STAY AWAY FROM CHAYANNE YOU SON OF DITCH

YEAH GO OFF PHIL- YEAH AND STAY THE FUK AWAY YA SHIT

Yeh he did- scuff encounter- YEAH NO MERCY- NOT IF HE WAS THE BINARY BASTARD

Vote for Walter

Pfft ever the humble Tallulah- okay stop fighting

Yeh MUSIC BOX

STAY SAFE KIDDOS

GOODNIGHT TALLULAH CHAYANNE

a fresh BRUISED Lettuce

BYE KIDS

Yeah those guys are creeps

?? oH YEaH IT DID- Failed egg? I mean why did the FEDs even made the EGGS

Chat?- PFT THT IS TOO BIG

YEY BYE PHIL

[tarabyte3]

I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 13/27 (3.7k words)

->start at Chapter 1<-

<- Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 ->

Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, light choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst, orgasm denial, humiliation, slut shaming

A/N: There will be no new chapter on Christmas! But I wrote you a long, excellent one for Christmas Eve to tide you over. If you celebrate, I hope you have a gentle holiday. (Also my previous chapter links are getting a little ridiculous, so I'm going to switch it up and see how that goes.) Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "Siren" by Kailee Morgue. Chapter links above.

AO3 Link

Chapter 13 - You can pretend that when you hear my voice Darlin' it's a choice not to fall in

The next morning, as you line up, you walk past Taybus and have to stop and back up because something is different. You turn to him with a slack jawed look of surprise. His mustache is gone and his hair is pulled back in a bun, and you were right. You can see his defined jawline without his hair in the way, and more attention is drawn to his light brown eyes and the strong curve of his nose.

"Taybus," you gasp, "you look…"

He immediately shifts awkwardly and brings his hand across his body. "Does it look bad? Did I do it wrong? I can't tell."

"No! You look handsome!" You turn to call over your shoulder without taking your eyes off him, "Alis! Threl! Come here!" Back to him you say, "I'm serious. They'll back me up."

"Ugh, this is embarrassing!" He whines as Alis appears at your elbow.

"You need som—holy shit, dude! You did it!" He punches Taybus on the arm. "That's what I'm talking about! You're gonna have him flirting with you by the end of the day!"

"What's going on?" You turn to look at Threl on your other side and gesture wildly to Taybus.

"Look at this dapper tablemate of ours!"

Threl finally notices him and lets out a whistle. "You cleaned up nice, kid."

"I barely did anything." He sounds doubtful, but you can tell he's standing up a little straighter now.

"Yeah, that's because you've always been a little cutie hiding behind your hair! At least when you aren't being a huge butthead," you tease with a grin.

"Shut up," he whines and blushes.

"She's right, though, bro. You put more emphasis on your features, but that's all you. I'm straight, but even I know a hunk when I see one." Alis laughs as Taybus blushes even harder.

"So you both finally got him to get rid of the mustache?" Threl shakes his head. "I'm shocked. You loved that thing."

"It was a noble sacrifice." You say solemnly.

"I didn't exactly love it, it was just one of the few things I thought made me look interesting so I got defensive about it when some assholes teased me." He glares at you.

"Aww, Taybus." You suddenly feel awful for all of your jokes, even if he did earn them on occasion. "It was all in jest, but I am very sorry that my comments hurt you. I should have been more aware of your reaction and taken your feelings into consideration before I spoke. I won't do it again, even if you decide to go back to it. You didn't look bad before! You just didn't have any confidence in it."

"Yeah, same man. We didn't know it actually bothered you. Sorry about that. We won't do it again." Alis says earnestly.

He gives you both a grateful smile. "Thank you. But I think I'm gonna keep this. At least for now. See how he likes it." He turns pink again and you think he's going to just stay that color for a few days. Is this what you looked like after Kino visited your cell? Or maybe what you continue to look like even now whenever they tease you. It's sweet.

"Well, go say good morning to him!" You start shooing him.

"Right now?" He stares at you in a panic.

"Yes! Tell him good luck today because we're gunning for first place again. It gives you an excuse." You give him a playful shove down the hallway. "You only have a few minutes, so you better hurry."

He scampers off while the three of you watch.

"That was really mature of you guys." Threl smiles at you.

"Well, what can I say? Prison has changed me, Threl." You give him a fake, serious look.

"More like Kino has changed you." Alis says in a low voice and Threl laughs.

"Hey! You can't start teasing me just because Taybus is gone."

"Yeah we can!" Threl grins at you. "That reminds me! You guys were kissing when we came back! I couldn't believe it. Then I realized I hadn't actually seen you together yet until that moment. It was adorable."

"Disgustingly cute. You were all 'oh, Kino! I'm going to miss you and your big strong arms around me!'" Alis gives you a high pitched voice in this ridiculous retelling and pretends to swoon with his hand on his forehead. You glare at him.

Then Threl surprises you by grabbing Alis's arm and playing along. "I know, baby, but I have to go. No one can know about us."

"Okay, first of all, I don't sound like that. Second of all, he would never call me baby. And third of all, you're both ridiculous and I don't have to stand here and put up with your tomfoolery." You stomp off while they laugh themselves silly behind you. And all you can think is, boy, if they knew the truth.

That evening, you're sitting on your bed, waiting for him. You didn't even have to be told to. You simply don't want any surprises to get you in trouble. No one from table 4 saying something as you pass or intentionally bumping into you. None of your friends roping you into shenanigans, even well intentioned ones. Instead, you keep your hands on your knees, your back straight, and your feet on the floor. Because you behaved all day and almost tied for first. You could feel his pleased gaze on you as you worked your shift. Nothing is ruining this.

When he walks in, you can see the satisfaction on his face as he looks you over while he approaches. You flush with pride and stand to greet him.

"This is a lovely sight." He cups your face in his hands and kisses you on the forehead.

"I was being very good," you murmur, looking up at him through your lashes.

"I can see that," he says in his rough voice. "I noticed. You even walked on the other side of the room to avoid 4 today."

"I did." You give him a coy smile.

"I'm proud of you." He strokes his thumb across your cheek.

"Thank you." You can't help but bask in his words. You do love to have him pleased with you, especially since that is exactly what you wanted.

"Have you waited for me long?"

"Yes," you lament, "I haven't left my cell all evening."

"You sat here the whole time?" He looks impressed.

"Since dinner."

"You must be eager," he purrs.

"You know I am." You try not to sound petulant.

"I can't imagine what—" You interrupt him by placing a finger over his lips and giving him a low, drawn out "shhhh." You know he'll drag this on, tease you, for as long as he can. Not today.

"I'm not waiting any longer." You push him away from the bed, your fingertips on his chest, forcing him back. He looks amused by the direction, and you feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of working that expression from his face. Once he's taken two small steps, given you enough room, the pressure eases. Then you drag your hand down to his stomach and push his shirt up so you can feel along his bare skin. You slowly tease your hands over his belly and waist, then lower until you reach the elastic of his pants. You trace the edge of the fabric from hip to hip, letting your knuckle draw across his skin, before hooking a finger inside it.

"I've waited for almost a week to have your cock inside me," you whisper. "Do you know how difficult it's been?"

"Yes," he growls.

"Good." Your voice wavers with tension because you're glad at least both of you are suffering. You keep your eyes on him and slowly lower. First to one knee, then to the other, until you're finally kneeling in front of him.

"You look so good on your knees for me," he rumbles down at you.

You bite your lip up at him with a blush at the praise and tug gently on his pants. Not enough to pull them down, just enough to reposition them on his hips. To get him thinking about you pulling them down. It gets a shiver out of him. You grin, smug, and you turn your attention to the bulge in front of you.

You place your hand on his groin next to his clothed length, but not touching him yet. There's a grunt from above you and you know you have his full attention. You lean forward and nuzzle your lips and the tip of your nose over the fabric covering him, and you can feel him twitch in response. Then you finally place your hand on him and run it along the swell of his erection, which earns you another grunt and a jerk of his hips.

You could keep teasing him for a little longer, want to keep teasing him, but you're the impatient one. By a lot. So your hands shift to his waistband, and, painstakingly, you begin to slide his pants down his hips. He moves to help you, but you quickly place a hand over his and look up at him with stern disapproval.

"This is mine, Kino," you rasp at him. "I know this ends with you taking my mouth, but it starts with me taking you first."

He stares intently at you for a moment, clearly fighting off a reaction. Torn between scolding you—maybe grabbing your chin or pulling your head back by your hair—and wanting to get his dick sucked. Not that those first options are unappealing, but they'll just slow you down. He drops his hands to his sides in surrender, and you smile at him, pleased. You finish sliding his pants down, making sure to navigate around his erection, until you're facing his fully exposed arousal. Your mouth waters and you fight off the urge to rush this. It had been easier when his pants were still up.

You lean forward with your lips parted and he sucks in a breath of anticipation, but you only get close enough for him to feel you exhaling against him. Torturing him with proximity. A concept he should be very familiar with. You wait until he tries to press his hips forward, then you retreat back.

"You must be eager," you smirk up at him.

He glares down at you and opens his mouth to say something, but before he gets the chance, you wrap your fingers around the base of him and drag your fist up his shaft. Then he's too busy groaning to continue. You hold him steady, still in awe at how thick and heavy he is in your hand, and place a few kisses along the tip of him, letting his precome rub onto your lips.

You look up at him, your mouth glistening, and make a show of thoroughly licking it off. Savoring it. He groans again and closes his eyes for a moment, trying to recenter himself. And you think that's admirable. That he believes it will only get better for him after this.

You swirl your tongue around the head of his member, taking your time to explore every curve and ridge there, to know it intimately. To taste him. Then you wrap your lips around him just far enough to repeat the action while he's in your mouth. It's his turn to swear and moan and beg and call out your name while you drive him crazy with your lips and tongue, you think. Because you love him like this, coming undone in your hands.

You tease him for so long, finessing a chorus of noises out of him that you didn't know he could make, that he isn't expecting it when you engulf him completely. He reaches out for the wall to steady himself and lets out a string of filthy curses. Then you slowly drag him nearly out of your mouth, keeping pressure with your lips and tongue, to noises of frustration now. You know he's reaching a breaking point. Not his climax. Not yet. But the point at which he's tired of letting you control the pace.

So you take advantage of the precious time you have left in control. You take him further into your mouth, faster this time, and stroke your fist up his length to meet your lips. And god, you love the way he's stirring in your mouth and moaning. So you set a faster pace, working him with your hand and mouth, relishing him with both. Then you look up at him through lidded eyes, your cheeks hollowed from your effort with your tongue, because you've been neglecting that view.

He looks down at you a ruined man. His expression is pain and rapture. His mouth is parted as he gasps and pants. His brows are knitted in concentration. His cheeks are flushed. It's a struggle for him to keep from screwing his eyes shut. He's breathtaking. You moan around him.

His hand reaches for the back of your head and curls into your hair. He isn't pushing yet, but you can feel the tension in his grasp. You speed up and his hips start pumping forward to meet you. His hand in your hair tightens.

"I told you that you would love sucking my cock," he growls, low and breathless, and you feel an ache at your core. A need to have him there, too. "You do it so well."

You've never been particularly devout. You didn't visit the temples on your planet, or wear prayer shrouds in somber reflection late into the evenings. Never saw the point of living your life in deference to something you were told was greater than yourself. But this, you think as your lips slide down his length, is an act of worship. You've finally found an altar you will delight in kneeling before, and it's him.

Because isn't that what you've been doing this whole time? Supplicating him to reward you. Submitting and humbling yourself in his hands while he coaxes prayer and devotion from you. How is that not faith in something greater than yourself?

His hand, tangled and tugging in your hair, is an act of mercy. The curses and groans that fall from his mouth, your name on his lips, are doctrine in that every sound he makes brings you closer to enlightenment.

He brings his other hand to your head and you know he's seconds away from taking control. You relax your jaw and your throat as best you can and look up at him. It's all the permission he needs because then he's holding you by the hair and thrusting into your mouth. It hurts and it makes your eyes water, but the pleasure you get from the feeling, from driving him to this, rushes to your own arousal.

"God, your mouth is perfect," he pants. "I can't wait to be buried between your legs. To fuck you." You choke on a whimper and squeeze your thighs together as you continue to let him thrust into your mouth. You think about him losing control in the same way with you bent over your bed, his hands still in your hair, forcing you to arch your neck back towards him so he can growl in your ear.

The only warning you get that he is about to come down your throat is an agonized "Fuck!" Then he slams his cock to the hilt into your mouth and holds you there with his hand. You swallow around his pulsing length, trying not to choke while he moans above you. Finally, mercifully, he pulls back so you can work the last of his climax with your hand and lips, letting him spill onto your tongue.

When he stills and his hand slackens in your hair, you slowly drag him out of your mouth to an overstimulated hiss, cleaning him up as you go. Enjoying the taste of him one last time. For now. You let him fall from your lips and take a gasp of fresh air, your first since you wrapped your mouth around him. While you catch your breath and reacclimate to your now unstretched jaw and empty mouth, you place one final kiss on the tip of him. Then you reluctantly release his softening member and rise from your knees. He makes an effort to help, but he's still a little shaky, you realize with no small amount of smugness.

When you're standing in front of him, he looks at you in awe nearing reverence. You smile softly back at him, pleased you were finally able to do something you yearned for. He brings a trembling hand up to wipe the mess from your chin with this thumb. You lean into his touch, seeking more of the gentle caress. When he's satisfied, he lowers his arm and continues to stare at you.

"Hi," you say, suddenly shy.

He doesn't say anything back. He just pulls you to him in a passionate kiss. You immediately surrender and let him kiss you breathless, enjoying how intoxicating it is to be under the full weight of his desire. His affection.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he breathes out heavily against your lips. You look back at him in a daze. "I would love to spend the next hour between your legs, but unfortunately we don't have nearly that long."

"Oh." You try not to sound disappointed.

"So you better come quickly for me," he growls.

"What—"

He grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back with one hand, and the other pushes its way down the front of your uniform. You let out a strangled cry as his fingers brush against your wet entrance.

"You really did enjoy yourself, didn't you?" He purrs into your ear as he presses into your folds.

"Yes," you moan, "I fucking loved it."

"Hmm. I bet you loved being disobedient while you had me by the cock, too?" His voice becomes a little harsher and his finger plunges into you. You whine and writhe, but don't say anything. "I know you did. I saw how much you loved it."

He begins to finger you at a harsh pace and your hips start to rock against him. Then he adds a second finger and you moan up at him.

"I shouldn't be rewarding that behavior, but you did such a good job." He kisses your neck and his thumb rubs over your clit. You have to bite your lip to keep from crying out. "What do you have to say for yourself?" He pauses his fingers so you can respond.

"I wanted to give you the best fucking blowjob you've ever had," you say in a husky whisper.

"Well, you did that." His fingers resume and he nips at your jaw. "It's like your mouth was made for my cock."

"All of me was made for your cock," you groan. He lets out a hum of approval and the movement of his thumb speeds up. "Fuck, Kino!"

"Tomorrow, I want you naked, and you're going to sit on my face while you use your mouth on me again."

Your heart drops. "But…"

"You don't like the sound of that?" You can hear the frown in his voice.

"I do!" You gasp. "I just thought…"

"Say it," he snarls.

"I thought you would fuck me!"

"Tempting," he murmurs, "but do you think you've worked hard enough to earn that?"

"Yes!" You sob.

"I don't think you have. You haven't even come on my fingers."

You clench your eyes shut to hold back tears. He redoubles his efforts, his fingers hooking as he thrusts them into you and his thumb sliding against your clit.

"You think you've earned me hooking your legs over my shoulders so I can fuck you as deeply as possible? Or holding your hips as I bury myself into you as hard as I can?"

"Yes," you whimper. You can feel your arousal stirring again.

"What about straddling me and riding my cock?" He drags his damp fingers over your clit and focuses all of his attention there.

"God, yes." Your head is so full of the images he's painting for you that the tension is building inside of you again already.

"Or I could bend you over and fuck you from behind as you touch yourself so you can come with my cock inside of you."

"I want that so badly, Kino! Please fuck me tomorrow," your voice is thick with tears and arousal.

In a whisper that's barely audible, he says, "I guess you'd better be really good for me, then."

You go weak-kneed as your climax slams into you and rolls all the way to your toes in waves as he doesn't relent the movement against your bundle of nerves. Just from the possibility of having him inside of you. He lets go of your hair and braces you against him so you don't fall over and hurt yourself.

You go completely slack as the last shudder dies away. He removes his hand from your pants and scoops you up into his arms. You loll your head on to his shoulder and nuzzle contentedly into his neck. Then he carries you to your bed and lays you down gently onto the mattress. You let out a noise of protest at the sudden lack of contact, but to your groggy shock, he climbs in with you and shifts you so he can spoon against you.

"What? I thought we didn't have much time?" You slur your words a little.

"I lied. We still have at least ten minutes." He grumbles into your hair.

"What!" You gasp.

"You got mouthy," he says simply.

You want to protest, but you're so cozy and secure, you just wiggle further into his arms. He wraps his arm around your waist and hugs you to him.

It's the fastest ten minutes you've ever experienced in there.

A/N: Alternate chapter title I had considered was "Good for her." 😏 Here's a still of Andy Serkis as Alfred Daddyworth Pennyworth that is definitely not intended to be related to the content of this chapter at all.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[achickennamedcheese]

Okay so I've heard that Wally Darling is an official Tumblr Sexyman, and I just don't get it! Yeah the fanart makes him look hot I guess? But man that doesn't do stuff for me. I feel like Wally Darling "cuted" his way into the role of Tumblr Sexyman because HOLY SHIT HE IS ADORABLE!!! When I went onto the Welcome Home website and saw him sleeping on a cake I just- AJSBDONWKDJWODJE

I exploded.

That's it.

Wally Darling Cuted his way into the Tumblr Sexyman job.

And also his clothes are bright and dapper so there's that too 👍.

[bloodpen-to-paper]

Met Gala 2023 Presented By Me

With this year's theme being "in honor of Karl Lagerfeld", a fashion designer whom I'm learning from the fashion community is "ew", lets see what we got:

~The Models~

-Rihanna being fashionably late, wearing an egg?-like top that opens to reveal a simple yet beautiful dress (she's got a baby bump!); the "no shit" was iconic honestly

-Jared Leto fursuit (its cause he was dressing as Lagerfeld's cat)

-Harvey Guillen coming through with a lovely floral suit, I'm not usually one for light pink but his was very pretty

-Who let Lil Nas X have access to the arts and crafts box (but he looked stunning, the mask was gorgeous and he's got more confidence than most to pull off what I'm now calling a Full Bedazzle)

-Kristen Stewart going full butch queer, the eyebrows and hair were rugged inspired and most didn't like it but I think that was the point?

-Pedro Pascal and his knee against the world (as well as spreading the red is superior agenda cause it is)

-^ but with Salma Hayek cause holy shit this is the red agenda

-Bryan Tyree Henry continuing to remind me how much my taste in men has improved over the years because he is so fucking fine ANYWAY-

-Lizzo giving me feminine gender envy despite the odds

-Janelle Monae doing a Janelle Monae as is customary (I'd love to know what the inspo was for her if so let me know!)

-Bella Ramsey you are so gender thank you (and they served too, the Thom Browne suit with the white accents is simple yet very classy)

-Every year I give one (1) free pass for a man to wear a standard suit, this year goes to Ke Huy Quan because I couldn't say anything bad about him if I tried (at least he had some style, the fingerless gloves were cool)

-Obligatory Gwendoline Christie was there and existed comment by me because I am in love and I am not ashamed of it

-Florence Pugh's fit had mixed reactions, the shaved head, headdress and white dress look were really good but I think the way the dress came out had people not fully digging it, I can understand but I'll appreciate it nonetheless

-Anne Hathaway in all her fuzzy glory (the hair's a beehive on a very felted dress but like it worked? marks for originality and being able to pull it off)

-Loved Stephanie Hsu's bedazzled suit, won't be able to stop thinking about it actually

-Tems was stunning, I'm a huge fan of the floating leaves design we need more nature-inspired looks

-Olivier Rousteing and Jeremy pope slaying with their "Karl who?" and cape apparel

-Gotta shout out Yara Shahidi for going with something unique, the pearl's color palette works surprisingly better than I expected with the gold (personally I would have more gold trim in the top half but that's just me)

-Let Lady Gaga's outfit for the Met Gala this year be a lesson in misinformation because the pictures circulating Tumblr are not in fact from the 2023 Met, she didn't attend (it is a stunning outfit though)

-Jenna Ortega looking almost like a dapper pirate in the absolute best way possible the gender envy the style I am going insane

-Doja Cat living up to her name (Cats should take notes honestly the makeup was really good. She also kept answering reporter questions by meowing. Because she's Doja. Anyway.)

-Anok Yai's dress reminds me of those ornate beaded lampshades, I wonder if that's where she/her designer got the idea

-Emily Blunt giving me gay panic once again WHY IS SHE SO GORGEOUS (she's got a giant fucking bow tie that's what clowns wear why is she able to pull it off this is so unfair)

-Conan Gray looked like an actual prince I am obsessed

-I saw someone said Cardi B was giving goth Barbie and that is honestly the best way to describe it

-Yung Miami having a beautiful look cause her outfit was underrated this year

-I thought Emily Blunt and Bryan Tyree Henry were all I had to worry about and then Julia Garner came in with a steel chair

-Ella Fanning's look captivating me specifically

-And cause I can't comment on every person or we'd be here all day, go check out the underrated outfits from Amanda Seyfried, Alton Mason, Glenn Close, Sora Choi, Ava Max, Jessica Chastain, Taika Waititi and many more!

~Final Thoughts~

-The palette this year was very black and white... literally. Lots of outfits in black, white, or both. I'm not really into the fashion community so I wouldn't know but I'm guessing its a signature theme of Lagerfeld's? Let me know! I'm always down to learn more about other communities and their history

-I'm also assuming Lagefeld's got a thing for flowers cause there were a lot of flowers imbedded into the outfits, they looked lovely~

-As well as long flowy dress/coat tops cause there were a lot, and I loved how people mixed it in with the flowers. Lots of the men did it this year and it looked fantastic

-Speaking of, I'm proud of the men for actually dressing up this year omfg its insane how many male celebrities will go to a literal fashion event and pull up with nothing but a plain ass suit and though most of them this year did wear suits, there was much pizazz. Like, actual life put into those outfits. So yeah, you love to see it

-Overall, a very nice Met Gala. The crazy stuff came from the usual people who go all out, and we got plenty of highlights from people who embraced the theme, with the occasional unique look to really stick it out

Thank for reading and see you all next fashion event!

[thebiggestmenace]

hurray!

we only got half way through this the first time, so we're officially on the new stuff!!

Cas isn't truly dead, right? he comes back at some point

Jack is so goofy

is Chuck the one to bring them back? and does he even bring them all back? cause I don't think Crowley comes back :(

wait, they burn Cas' body??

Asmodeus??

Jack's copying Dean 🤭

Sam is so good with him :(

gonna say it now, Dean is being an ass

are they just gonna kill everyone the boys know?

wait, is this the Empty?

hi, Sam, I love you

there's things in the Empty????

Cas!!!! you're back!!

Billie's not actually dead?? she's Death now?

the fact that Dean's all happy go lucky now that Cas is back?? 🏳️‍🌈

"he's an angry sleeper. like a bear."

Kevin!!

is Rowena still alive??

of course Ketch is back smdh

and Asmodeus has Cas now

Kaia is so pretty

Dean, threatening her is not gonna go well

oh, no, they're in the Twilight world

not Kaia :(((

omg it's that one guy from tlou

THEY DIDNT KILL ROWENA!!! HI ROWENA <3333333

oh, and she's all powerful? 😏

HI DANNEEL YOU ARE SO PRETTY

GABRIEL??? oh, what have they done to you?

is this even the right spell? *

* yeah, I did not think so

ep15 is so fun

the immediate "what" after Daphne said Dean had the ghost by his thigh? I know what you are

and Sam's been taken again

yk I think the only thing Ketch has going for him is that he's the one that freed Gabriel

and of course they're separating again smdh this never ends well

CHARLIE??!!

Sam, don't be mean to him :(

please tell me Sam isn't the one to kill Rowena.

NAOMI???

how do they fix the angel problem?

Gabe is so flirting with Sam oml

WE GOT TO SEE JACKS WINGS????? AND HE WAS PROTECTING MARY??? oh, he is so fucking cool

"and if we die, we'll do that together, too." AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS????

and they're all back now? **

** nope, it's a weird ass dream

why does this have the vibes of the walking dead?

I'M SORRY, WHAT JUST HAPPENED

oops thought this was e22

is that our Cas or their Cas? oh, it's theirs

Gabriel, no

wait, I remember the big group at the bunker??? but like nothing else?

somebody give Jack a hug

wait, yeah, how does everybody get back??

Dean deserved that day at the beach with Sam and Cas.

how the hell are they already back??

is Jack gonna kill him?

what the fuck, how is that even allowed

don't you do it, Dean

just use it on Lucifer?

Jack, no

oh, they're fighting in the air now 🤭

please tell me this is the last of Lucifer

oh he looks so dapper now

what a season, holy shit. I have so many thoughts, but I can't articulate any of them. I have fears for the next season cause how exactly are you gonna get Michael out of Dean? we don't have Crowley anymore, so what's the other option? and what about Jack? is he gonna be okay without some grace? is it gonna regenerate like it does for the other angels, or is it a fixed supply? I also fear a lot of people will be dying for ✨️plot✨️ reasons. needless to say, this season was a time and I fear the last 2 (????????) aren't gonna be any better

s1, s2, s3, s4, s5, s6, s7, s8, s9, s10, s11, s12, s13, s14, s15