#and also he's like three seconds away from exploding. lol

[good--merits-accumulated]

going through some old left-for-dead projects and just found this one where I was like. INTENT on dissecting jeff's brain on the operating table (i.e. google docs) but only from todd's weird skewed pov

[professor voice] it's about brothers as eternal combatants and it's about being so convinced of your own goodness you excuse your shitty actions. it's also about comparing yourself to a dog because you feel less fully formed than your brother. lol.

[harrywavycurly]

Three’s Company: Coffee and Golf

Masterlist: Here

CW: language, mentions of your relationship dynamic (you have 2 boyfriends lol), slight jealousy.

A/N: I am excited to kick this off with some good ole domesticated Harry and Niall fluff. More details of your relationship will be revealed as the story goes on. Once again I know this isn’t for everyone and that’s okay! Also one thing about me is I will always have some innocent Shawn Mendes and Harry beef because it’s just fun to write Harry hate someone. Enjoy✨

Tag List: @maudie-duan @cloudyluun @isinpfortvdmen @daphnesutton

Summary: On a rare morning the boys are both free Harry tries his hand at making your coffee while Niall makes sure you have a ride to work✨

“M’kay let’s see obviously we start by making the actual coffee.” Harry says to himself as he stands in front of the little coffee station set up on the counter near the pantry. He brings a hand up and runs it through his hair as he stares at the three bags of coffee, not sure which one to go with since all of them seem to be just the tiniest bit different. “This one is-French Vanilla. Oh but this one is espresso roast.” He brings the last bag up to his face for a closer look and scrunches his nose when he reads the label. “Decaf? Who even drinks decaf? Why does she have this one?” He mumbles while putting it out of the way already knowing that particular one isn’t even an option for today.

Harry tries to go through your schedule for today in hopes it’ll help him make a decision on if you need the extra caffeine boost of espresso or just your regular French vanilla flavored coffee. He lets out a huff while placing a hand on his hip, he never thought that wanting to do something nice for his girlfriend would end up being such a risky task because if he messes up your morning coffee then your whole day will be off kilter and he can’t have that, especially on a Monday. Finally after remembering you have a full day planned he decides to go with a double espresso shot because he knows exactly how you like your lattes or at least he thinks he does.

“What’s go’n on in here?” Niall asks as he walks into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge.

“Making her a latte.” Is all Harry says as he begins messing with the espresso machine. Niall leans his hip against the kitchen island and unscrews the cap to his water so he can bring it up to his lips to take a sip as he watches Harry attempt to make two decent shots of espresso.

“Is it supposed to sound like that?” Niall asks a few minutes after the machine starts its process and begins to sounds like it’s a few seconds away from exploding turning the kitchen into a caffeinated mess. Harry brings a hand up and scratches the top of his head as his other rests on his hip.

“I’m honestly not sure.”

The sound of the coffee machine going makes you pause in the middle of brushing your hair, reaching over with your free hand you tap your phone screen making it light up allowing you to see the time. You raise an eyebrow as you wonder who is in the kitchen making coffee at such an early time on a Monday when you’re the only one who has anything to do this morning. You debate over it possibly being Harry making himself something for after his run or if it’s Niall making a cup of coffee for the road since you remember him mentioning something about an early morning tee time at the golf course.

You go back to getting ready for your day, wanting to be as comfortable as possible since you’ll be working with a few artists and Julian at the studio all day. After you toss your hair into a bun and slip on some leggings and a worn out band shirt you stole from Harry years ago when you first started dating you walk out of the bedroom and head down the hallway towards the kitchen. As you get closer you feel a smile slowly make its way onto your face as you hear both Niall and Harry’s voices coming from the kitchen.

“I don’t think he’s gonna be there today H s’no need t’get all moody.”

“M’not moody Niall I was just askin if you knew who was going to be in-”

“Who’s going to be in where?” Your voice makes both men turn to watch you walk into the kitchen. A smile brightens up Niall’s face as you walk around the kitchen island and place your phone down near his half empty bottle of water. “Good morning.” You say with a smile as you look up at Niall and place a hand on his chest while one of his hands cups the side of your face as he leans down to place a quick kiss to your lips.

“Mornin’ love.” He says when he pulls away, his hand goes from the side of your face down to your hip as you give his chest a small pat before you drop your hand and turn so you can face Harry who is still standing in front of the coffee machine.

“Harry here-” You feel Niall’s hand on your hip gently pull you into his side letting you get a whiff of his cologne you bought him for Christmas a few months ago. “was wondering who all’s lined up for studio time today with you and good ole Julian.” You rub your lips together to hold off the smirk that wants to form on your face as Niall explains what exactly Harry was asking him about before you entered the kitchen.

“I’m not sure exactly I know Sabrina is supposed to be coming in sometime this week.” You answer as Harry slowly turns so he’s facing the two of you, he has his both hands on his hips and a playful glare in his eyes as he looks at you from across the island. “What’s wrong honey? Is there someone specific you want to know about? A certain Canadian singer whose name rhymes with dawn?” Niall lets out a chuckle as he slides his hand from your hip to your lower back giving it a little rub.

“Don’t be mean to me it’s too early for being mean.” Harry mumbles as he crosses his arms over his chest and gives you the fakest pout you’ve ever seen making you let out a little coo sound at his dramatics. You make your way around the island so you’re standing in front of him.

“I’m sorry I haven’t had my coffee yet.” You know it’s a silly excuse but it’s also the truth, you haven’t had your daily dose of caffeine resulting in you being a bit more snippy and sassy. “Please forgive me.” You poke your bottom lip out as you place your hands on his shoulders so you can use them to help keep you balance when you reach up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek.

“One more and I’ll forgive you.” He counters making you smile as you feel his hands on your waist while you reach back up on the tips of your feet but this time you place a kiss to his lips instead of his cheek making him smile when you pull away.

“What’s all this? Did-did you make espresso shots?” You ask dumbfounded as you peek your head around Harry as his hold on your waist tightens as your hands slide down to his chest. In all the years you’ve been with him you’ve never seen your tattooed boyfriend attempt to use the fancy espresso machine you gifted yourself when the three of you moved in together. He has always left you in charge of the coffee because he likes to joke about how he can taste the “love and affection” you put into it when you make it. So seeing two shots of espresso sitting on the counter next to your favorite glass makes you a little suspicious and a tad bit concerned.

“I’m making you a latte.” You look up at him with wide eyes and Harry can’t help but chuckle as he gives your sides a playful squeeze before placing a kiss to your forehead. “Don’t look so worried.” He loosens his hold on your waist so he can turn the two of you around, you turn so you’re now facing the counter all the coffee supplies are on while Harry bends down to rest his chin on your shoulder. “I know exactly how the Princess likes her lattes. I’ve watched you make them and I’ve even ordered a few for you over the years so just trust me okay? S’gonna be good.” His voice is soft and reassuring as it hits your ears making you smile.

“Besides if it’s shit I’ll just swing you by your favorite coffee place on the way to the studio.” Harry stands up and removes one hand from your waist so he can turn and give Niall a glare while also shooting him the middle finger making you roll your eyes.

“S’a bit rude to just assume m’gonna make a shit latte Niall.”

“M’not assumin’ any’thin m’just giving her some reassurance that no matter what she’ll get her coffee this mornin’. That’s all.”

“Wait you’re taking me to the studio?” You ask as you wiggle your way out of Harry’s hold so you can turn to look at Niall, making Harry let out a sad little huff. “You’re golfing this morning.” You confirm as you suddenly begin to panic that you have the schedule for both yourself and your boyfriends mixed up for the day. Niall quickly senses this and gives you a nod as he reaches for his phone in his back pocket to check the time.

“Not till ten so plenty of time ta take you to the studio and head to the course. Don’t panic love. Yer fine and everything is in order.” You let out a sigh of relief as Niall assures you that everything is okay and you don’t have your days mixed up.

“Okay so you’re golfing.” Niall nods before you turn to look at Harry with a quirked brow. “And you’re doing what?”

“I have a meeting with Lambert at nine then m’free the rest of the day so I was possibly going to stop by for lunch if-”

“If Shawn isn’t there? Is that why you wanted to know who’s booked for today?” You ask with a teasing smile making Harry give you a casual shrug before he busies himself with adding your shots of espresso to your glass so he can add some ice.

“I just don’t want to bother anyone in the middle of a session that’s all.” Harry says in an effort to end the conversation before it turns into an argument but of course Niall isn’t having it.

“Oh you are so full of shit. You have a weird hatred for that man just admit it.” He argues making Harry let out a scoff as he turns to look at Niall who has his hands on his hips.

“I don��t hate him Niall that’s a bit dramatic I just-just don’t like how he acts around my girlfriend that’s all. He’s very handsy that one and I-I don’t like it.”

“He treats our girlfriend very respectably Harry and you know it. He’s not handsy he’s just friendly because they are friends you twat.”

“Friends don’t look at other friends the way he looks at her that’s all I’m saying.”

“That’s enough.” You point at both of them making Harry send Niall one last glare before he turns to finish making your latte while Niall rolls his eyes and reaches for his water bottle to take another sip of it. “Shawn is a good friend and that’s it. He knows I’m happy in the relationships I’m in and-”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Both Niall and Harry shout at the same time making you breakout into a loud laugh that makes them both squint their eyes in a glare towards you.

“Has he hit on you? Niall you better get your fuckin friend in check before I do.” Harry’s voice is panicked as he runs both hands through his hair.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t-couldn’t help myself you’re both just too easy.” You manage to say between laughs as you place a hand over your chest.

“Fuckin hell baby you almost had me contemplatin’ a few felonies at the idea of that Canadian asshole trying to put the moves on you.”

“Oh so now all of a sudden your best mate is an asshole? But my feelings for him are weird?”

“Just finish her latte so we can get going Harry. S’enough talkin’bout Shawn for one day.” Harry just mumbles something about how it’s fine for Niall to call Shawn an asshole but he can’t as he heads for the fridge to grab some creamer and milk to finish off your drink.

“Thank you honey.” You give Harry a grin as he hands you your glass after putting the lid with the matching straw on so you can take it in the car with you.

“You’re welcome love.” He smiles as he leans down for a kiss before you turn to grab your phone off the counter. “Have a good day and I’ll see you later.” He tells you as he follows you and Niall to the front door.

“Tell Lambert I said hello.” You tell him over your shoulder as you slip on your shoes and grab your purse. Harry just nods as he slips his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “I love you. See you at lunch.”

“Love you too.” Niall grabs his sunglasses and car keys as you and Harry finish your goodbyes.

“See ya H. Text me when you’re on the way to lunch. Might be done on the course by then and can meet you.” With that Harry just nods and gives you and Niall a wave as he watches the two of you walk out the front door.

“So? How is it?” Niall asks as he looks at the drink in your hands once you get settled in the passenger seat of his Range Rover.

“Let’s just say it’s a good thing he can sing.” You answer before taking another sip of your latte that is entirely too sweet but you take another sip of it before you place it in the cup holder and even though it’s not the best it was still made by your loving boyfriend so you’ll drink it with a smile on your face.

[delilaha]

Midnight Snakes

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Ponyboy wakes up in the middle of the night starving, and when he goes into the kitchen for a snack, he finds an unwelcome guest.

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Hi everyone! This is my first post on Tumblr. You can find more of my works on ao3, wattpad, and ff.net where I’ve posted a lot of other things (usernames are in the description). Unfortunately, if anyone here recognizes me from ao3, i’m currently on a 30 day suspension because of a requests page (which i literally took down in july) that wasn’t allowed to be up because it wasn’t an actual story. So i decided to start posting here as well! Everything i post will be put up on ao3 eventually, though <3

Also a little later on in the story there will be descriptions of a snake being killed so if you don't like reading that type of stuff (or just snakes in general) you probably shouldn't read this lol

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When Ponyboy woke up in the middle of the night in his pitch black bedroom, the first thing he processed was the ravaging hunger in his stomach. And it wasn't the type of hunger you'd feel when you're just simply hungry after a long, few hours of not eating. It was that sharp, stabbing pain in your abdomen that makes it feel like something is about to explode if you don't get your hands on something edible in three seconds.

So Pony clambered out of bed, being careful not to wake Sodapop in the process, who was snoring away. He put his hands out in front of him, trying to avoid anything that he could bump into on the way to the door because his eyes hadn't adjusted yet and the room around him was still completely dark. He felt his way to the door and opened it slowly, slipping through the doorway because he knew if he opened it too much it would let out a loud creak and wake up the whole house. He shut it tightly when he got to the other side, satisfied when he didn't notice Soda's snores wavering.

Ponyboy then walked down the hallway, rather fast for someone who just climbed out of bed a minute ago. He cringed when he stepped on a creaky floorboard, squeezing his eyes shut and saying a quick silent prayer that it wasn't too loud. But Soda could sleep through a tornado if he was allowed, and it's not like Darry would crucify him if he caught Pony up looking for a snack. But they all know how grumpy he gets when somebody wakes him up when he doesn't need to be awake. It's almost funny really, and Soda and Pony love to tease him in the morning for it. But not so much in the moment.

He continued moving when he didn't hear anyone stir, sharply turning around the corner and into the kitchen, ready to feast on the first thing he could get his hands on.

Then, through the dim light of the kitchen, his eyes landed on the toaster. And suddenly, the thing Pony was really craving was toast. Something short to make and not necessarily loud either. Perfect!

Ponyboy walked over to the counter and pulled out two pieces of white bread from the little bag, placing them haphazardly on the countertop. He went to grab the toaster with two hands, to bring it out more from where it was pushed more towards the wall, when suddenly, his fingers grazed something that seemed to be coiled behind it. For a split second, he thought it was just the plug and was about to pull it out farther, until from the corner of his eye he saw the actual plug laying to the side of it through the darkness of the room, nearly falling off the edge of the counter.

This set off a million different alarms in his still sleepy mind, and he ripped his hands back immediately. Pony didn't feel anything move, but he swore he felt the scaley, thin tail of... something. He didn't even want to think about the possibilities of snakes right now. So instead, took two apprehensive steps to the side closer to the wall, and reached a little bit behind him to flick the light switch on.

He blinked rapidly to let his eyes adjust as light flooded the room, and caught sight of the toaster. It looked so innocent just sitting there on the counter, but he could've sworn there was something hiding behind it. After all, this wouldn't be the first time they've found scaly creatures in the house, especially around this time of year. But even then, it was usually just a common house gecko that sprints away at the speed of light if you even went near it. Ponyboy silently pleaded that it was just his imagination just playing tricks on him as he inched back towards the toaster, planning to snatch it away to reveal whatever's behind it.

When Pony stopped he was still relatively far from the counter, his arms elongated just enough to grasp the front sides of the toaster. He took a deep breath, and held onto it tighter, a little more at ease when he didn't see anything shoot out from behind it.

But that pinch of calm washed down the drain in an instant when he pulled away the toaster to reveal a dark brown colored snake, coiled in on itself. And huge, at that, despite the fact it was curled into a ball. Ponyboy just stood there and stared at it for a second as it lay unmoving, and he wondered, hoped even, if it could be dead. But all of the sudden, the toaster plug smacked the ground as it fell off the counter completely, causing the snake's head to shoot up from where it was buried in itself, and Pony flinched so hard he practically jumped.

'It's awfully ugly,' he thought as it stared at him for a second that felt like hours, its black, beady eyes, unblinking and unmoving. But obviously it woke up and chose violence because it quickly opened its mouth to bare its fangs and hiss, showing off the white of its mouth. Oh, God. A Cottonmouth.

Ponyboy dropped the toaster with a loud bang and let out a short, shrill yell when the snake's head snapped forward a few times, chomping it's jaw down as if it were imagining to be biting down on Pony's flesh.

In seconds, stumbling could be heard from one of the bedrooms, probably Darry's. His bedroom door slammed open and his heavy footsteps came running down the hallway. He practically skidded into the kitchen, hair tousled from sleep and muscles tense expecting to find an intruder. But instead, he found his baby brother shaking in his boots with the toaster at his feet, staring at something Darry couldn't see from where he was positioned.

"My God, Pony, what happened? It's three in the morning, what are you doing-" Darry began to lecture him, but cut himself short when he saw the limbless spawn of satan on the counter.

"Holy shit," Darry muttered under his breath, grabbing Pony's shoulder and taking him back a few steps.

"I was up looking for a snack and I found it behind the toaster... I'm sorry I woke you up," Ponyboy told him, voice shaking slightly and eyes blown wide, still fixed on the snake.

"Just.. okay, just stay put." Darry said, raking his hand through his hair. Pony nodded and started to chew on his fingernails, watching as Darry tried to inch past the snake to cupboards under the sink where the pots and pans were held. But the snake striked again, narrowly missing his forearm after it silently slithered to the edge of the countertop when he went to reach for the knob to open it.

This caused Darry to screech and fall back onto the ground, something that would've been funny if they weren't facing a deadly predator. The noise scared Pony out of his skin and caused him to scream too, possibly louder than the first time, as Darry scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over the stupid toaster that was still on the ground. He grabbed Pony by the shoulder and dragged both of them back a few feet, watching as the snake slithered around the countertop.

Just as soon as they were back a safer distance, the familiar sound of a bedroom door slammed open and footsteps ran down the hall.

"What's going on?" Soda exclaimed, darting into the kitchen pretty quickly for someone who probably woke up literally ten seconds ago.

"There's a damn snake that nearly bit my arm off," Darry said, pointing to the snake on the countertop, the other hand splayed out in front of Ponyboy to keep him away from it. Darry looked away for one second to meet Soda's face, when suddenly, Pony let out a gasp.

"Look!" He said, pointing at the snake, which was starting to make its way off the countertop, half of its body dangling off the side. Darry whipped his head back to see the snake staring right at them, a murderous look in its small, black eyes, and its pink tongue sticking out every few seconds.

Darry was about to give up, he figured he could just hole him and his brothers up in his room for the night and call some guy to find it and kill it in the morning, until Soda shouted "I got it!" from behind them.

He was just hardly able to get him and Pony out of the way before all of a sudden, a random, white dinner plate was flung through the air and hit the snake head on. Glass shattered everywhere and the snake flopped to the ground instantly. They stood around in silence for a second, watching to see if the snake would make another move, but luckily it never did.

"Well, you're welcome," Soda spoke, posing with his hands on his hips like he just saved a baby from a burning building.

"Jeez, Soda, don't you think that was a little violent?" Pony asked, crouching down where the remains of the glass plate and snake lay, Darry following in suit.

"What? It was a quick death. Plus, he was threatening us." Sodapop said matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders.

"You still hungry?" Darry asked, flicking away a piece of snake carcass that was on the floor and smirked at Ponyboy, who grimaced and shook his head immediately.

No, he was definitely not hungry at all anymore.

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[bootsukki]

warnings: suggestive? ooc tsukki idk, league of legends pro!tsukishima x fem! reader sooooooooooo.... part 2 with smut? hehe (haven’t played lol in a long time but….)

the finals of league of legends worlds was reaching a fever pitch and no one could believe that a team full of rookies had made it to the final stage.

it all started at high school where hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, yamaguchi tadashi and tsukishima kei had joined the gaming club with 0 expectations. the reality was that the club, created by three third-year students, had nothing until they arrived. alongside sugawara koushi, the only third year interested in league of legends, they reached the unimaginable: winning trophies in amateur championships, moving onto higer-level leagues until they were spotted by one of the greatest organizations in the history of japan's gaming: karasuno's gc, leading them to the international stage.

after a clutch semifinal match, tsukishima kei—newest, most uncharacteristically smug face in the professional scene—was brought to the interview stage for some post-game questions. tsukishima had a lot of fans but also a lot of haters. he was well-known for his sharp comments on stream and his calm and calculated style that made him one of the best junglers in the world.

during the interview, he was calm as usual, deadpan even, while he answered questions about strategy, his playstyle and his future goals.

"so, tsukishima, you're officially one game away from taking the world championship which is amazing, considering this is your first year playing professionally at the level—do you have a specific motivation that's been pushing you to win?"

for a second, tsukishima's usual bored expression gave way to a smirk and everyone was caught off-guard by his sudden shift in expression. he turned to look at hinata, his teammate, friend and adc and smirked, again.

"actually, yeah", he drawled, folding his arms. "if we win, i'm expecting the cute girl at the analyst desk to give me her number"

the crowd erupted with laughter, cheers and gasps as his teammates—who'd been watching from the sidelines—started clapping and jeering. it had all started at a joke one night, about tsukishima having this big fat crush on you since he first saw you in another competition, checking your socials and always liking your posts and although tsukki was not one to keep his comments to himself, they didn't expect such a statement from him.

the camera cut to the analyst desk, where you were currently seated along your (male) co-workers who were laughing at you and trying to keep their composure to keep working.

the crowd cheered as kageyama tobio made his way towards the trophy, nearly jumping in excitement as his hands grabbed the worlds' trophy.

the whole team had made an incredible finals, winning against their enemy team after five excruciating games. in the final game of the series, they pulled of a dramatic win after making their way towards the baron nashor and killing their enemies. the whole team stormed through the enemy base to secure the worlds championship and the crowd went wild as the nexus exploded, signaling their victory.

tsukishima allowed himself a rare grin as their teammates tackled him in a giant celebration pile on the stage and as he grabbed the trophy, he knew this was probably the best day of his life.

as the celebrations died down and the stage had been empties of fans, they made their way backstage to pick up their things and rest for a bit before they had a mandatory after-party with other teams and people from riot.

"tsukki", yamaguchi nudged him. "sooooo...."

"so?"

"she's going to be at the after-party, you know? (y/n)."

tsukishima rolled his eyes, trying to play it cool. "yeah, okay."

"aren't you going to say something?"

"what is there to say?"

"oh, c'mon!" yamagushi smirked. "that you have the biggest crush on her, duh."

"shut up."

"okay, okay!" yamaguchi laughed. "i'm just saying, maybe this is your best chance to talk to her."

tsukishima grabbed his things and made his way towards the car that was taking them to the hotel wjen his phone buzzed, and he saw a twitter notification. it was a dm from you.

@y/n: so, i guess you earned that number. want to collect it in person?

tsukishima felt a little heat creep up his neck. he smirked.

@tsukishima_jg: see you at the party.

the party was in full swing and almost everyone had made their way towards it. executives from riot, players, interviewers and other people were inside the large local riot had rented for the occasion. music thumped in the background and laughter echoed into the room as everyone celebrated to victory and the end of the season until january. tsukishima had been hanging back for most of the night, nursing a few drinks and watching the chaos, aka hinata trying to show his dance moves, unfold. that was, until he spotted you walking into the room after leaving it for a few minutes.

he had been watching you and although he had been confident enough to say that he wanted your number on stream, his nerves were catching up to him.

you looked stunning, confidence radiating off of you as you made your way through the crowd, trying to find something to drink, but, as you turned, your eyes locked on his and you forgot about your desire for a drink, heading straight towards him.

"you've been avoiding me", you teased as you stopped in front of him, tilting your head.

"i don't avoid people", he replied, taking a short sip of his drink.

"can i try it?"

tsukishima raised an eyebrow and nodded, letting you grab the straw. you swirled his drink and drank for a second, a soft "hum" leaving your lips, looking straight into his eyes. "i didn't take you for a man who likes sweet drinks."

"i'm full of surprises."

"are you as sweet?"

tsukishima smiled.

"maybe", he said, voice low and teasing. "you want to find out?"

"maybe." you said, "i came to give you your prize"

"worth the wait"

you laughed, shaking your head. "is that why you played so well? thinking of this moment?"

"i've been thinking of more than just this moment."

"hm, you're bold for someone who spent the majortiy of his game glaring at the rivals."

"boldness pays off." he stepped closer, the space between your bodies shrinking. "you don't seem to mind it."

"maybe i don't," you countered, holding his gaze. "although i have to say, i was expecting something a little more impressive after all that talk"

"oh?" what were you expecting? a grand speech? romantic gesture?"

"i don't know," you said, pretending to think. "begging for my number? you did call me out in front of millions."

"begging's not my style," he said, leaning in just slightly, voice dropping an octave. "but if you want to make me work for it, i don't mind."

"you talk big game, tsukishima. are you this smooth with every girl?"

he shook his head, hand brushing against yours, the warmth of his skin making you shiver just a bit. "so? about your number... are you giving it to me?"

"depends," you said, voice quieter now, confidence faltering slighty under the intense gaze of his brown eyes. "what are you going to do with it?"

he chuckled, "you'll find out. that is, if you're braver enough to answer my calls."

you blinked, caught somewhere between fluteres and impressed and he leaned just a bit closer. "in the meantime, though," he murmured, "maybe i should make up for calling you out on live stream."

before you could respond, his hand slipped lightly to your waist, pulling you a little closer, his lips brushing against your ear but before he could even say something, he felt your hand getting inside his pocket, taking out his phone.

"unlock it"

tuskishima's finger tightened slightly on your waist, leaving his drink in a table and taking his phone from your hand, unlocking it and giving it back to you, watching you save your contact information.

his eyes flicked to your lips, smirk returning briefly before it melted into something else entirely.

"can i kiss you?"

you nodded and without another word, he closed the distance between you, leaning down to crash his lips into yours, his hands sliding to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him.

the kiss was raw and passionate, the kind of kiss that leaves no room for uncertainty. one of his hands came up to cradly your jaw, tilting your head just right as he deepened the kiss and you smiled, your arms wrapping around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.

the heat of his body pressed against yours, his lips moving with a mixture of precision and need. when he pulled back just sightly to catch his breath, his forehead rested against yours, his glasses slightly askew, lips red and swollen from the kiss.

"well..."

you laughed softly, placing a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat at an alarmingly fast rate.

"is that good for an apology?"

you pulled back enough to look him in the eyes, a sly smile curling on your lips. "i think you're going to have to do more than just a kiss"

"i better get to work, right?"

"right" you pulled away, taking his drink and chugging it completely "my room is 279."

[haveihitanerve]

The Wrong Tesco Meal Deal:

Ok so one of yall made me cry and were terrific and you were anonymous so i cant tag you but i hope you see this you delightful little munchkin who told me you loved my commentary- Anyway i’m not doing the ones you suggest(yet) because I stumbled across this delight and I promise to get to yours because 🤭 you were so sweet and those are such a delight too but anyway to tide you over until then-

We start off with cackling, which is delightful as always- and omg aj and tom are like two fuckin… idk enemies to lovers typa deal- Tom looks at AJ first in an attempt to smile and laugh together and the second he looks away AJ glances over at him… idk why i noticed that but uh. Yea

The wrong meal deal. -whoever said that in the audience sounded genuinely hurt and like terrified and I hope whoever that was is okay now and healed from that trauma because she? sounded very upset

Sam settling in to maybe? stand up, but then sits down again

Tom taking initiative and standing

And waiting. 

Aj’s side glance up at him like “hm?” 

Luke immediately laughing. 

And waiting. 

Captions: [Tom just waiting for someone, ANYONE, to join him for the scene!]

AJ FUCKING LEANING OVER INTO SAM TO LOOK AT TOM BETTER AND NOT MOVING. He kills me, they all kill me. Omfg

And waiting

Sam wanting to get up, but also not ruin the bit, looking at Aj for help

Tom looking at Sam and AJ with positive loathing LMAOOO

Luke cackling and Tom shooting him a nasty look XD

Oh finally! Aj decides not to join the scene but at least help Tom out a lil lol

(once again starting with what is distinctly not the opening line and Tom interrupting him aggressively to correct it- making Aj flinch in surprise lol)

Sam also finally getting to join the way he’s wanted to for a while lol

(they left him alone up there for a full thirty seconds y'all. Thirty. Seconds.)

“Tuna and sweet corn?” With the amount of rage, and the small way in how Aj laughs, I’m assuming that this might just maybe be a jab at one of the other guys who has, in fact, eaten a tuna and sweet corn sandwich. 

“We’ve heard your complaints and we’re sorry!” Tom looking around like he’s unaware he’s in an infomercial 

“You'll have such flavor combinations such as:” and pauses and forces Aj to step in LMAOOO such a beautiful friendly dick move :) i love love love

“Uh, tshuner and pasta.” (im sorry its low hanging fruit)

“Thats right, tuna and pastar.” (sorry but how did they both pronounce the two separate words in the three word sentence so differently and incorrectly[i really cant be sayin this but shhhh])

“Inside a sandwich” sam has revealed to me that nothing is impossible- you can make a mild sentence sound sooooooo targeted and insulting its all about tone!

 “We have option like:” *smacks the side of Aj’s face for no reason* “uh fridges!” *seriously, he could have like tapped his leg or something, he didn't need to blindly swat his face* captions: [tag, you're it :D]

Luke exploding at AJ’s panicked “fridges” is the most relatable thing in the world, i flat spat out my water 

“We’re always watching- every little helps.” so thats terrifying and I will be using it- thank you

“Open the bottle!” *demanding, but sweet* “open the bottle!” *nice, polite, coaxing* “Open the bottle!” *encouraging* “Open the FUCKING bottle!” *unnecessary and mean and hilarious*

Tom: *stagecraft time* pshh. Sam: *boi wtf* thats a can! *still somehow polite and yet a middle finger if i've ever heard one*

Tom: *groan of despair*

“Yes. Its more tuna and sweet corn” seriously who brought tuna and sweet corn to lunch one day and is now never hearing the end of it??

Popcorn

 “Popcorn! Popco-popcorn! Popcorn? Popcorn.” Love how i could every thought behind each different popcorn. Thats a delight. Also the word doesn't look real anymore. 

Also during Aj’s like… mid life crisis over popcorn- luke just tilting his head like “yessss?” and Tom and Sam just cycling through the five stages of grief without bothering to answer

Oh and Tom mouthed “pop-” when it was first asked- i watched that singular second about seven times now. 

Tom is so confident sliding out first thing when they just betrayed him- but luckily sam has got his back oh yea

*offers popcorn to Tom, decides Tom isn't looking, eats it himself, jokes on him Tom was looking oh no*

Captions: [:P…. :-?] this is peak because its exactly right

Poor Tom 😭 he needs to do more of these scenes with AJ who is relatively the same height so that his head can actually rest on his shoulder, poor baby his poor neck lol

Aj discovering the mic and Luke watching in interest

“I can feel it! :)” “shush.” Second time he’s been shushed, poor baby :( 

“Dun du dun dun! The Exorcist!” explosions of laughter from all three- oh i adore when AJ pulls a move that makes everyone break- he is uniquely I think one of the main ones to actually get Tom to break on stage and also swipe out Sam and Luke in one go and I love it

Toms slow, growing smile that he fights as Aj builds the “music” because he knows its coming, Sam managing to contain his slightly better, growing amusement shining behind his eyes, and Luke frowning in confusion

Then the way Tom’s shoulders flinch forward and then are forced back as he tries not to laugh and restrain his ribs from popping XD, Sam’s loss of the battle against his smile that he attempts to contain with a tongue movement but doesn't work, and Luke just exploding without any remorse because he’s off stage so he can

“🎶oooOOoooh there was a priest!🎶” oh yea now Tom’s girl character gets to enjoy it- “oh yea!!” “Just gonna have a bit-” *steals popcorn that has been previously denied her, go queen*

“🎶and a devil girl🎶” I love Aj. Please never change. Sing-j!!!!

“🎶and the devil girl could turn her head all the way ‘round!🎶” i don't think aj has seen the movie… just a hunch… maybe

“Before its happened-” *genuine laugh break from Sam again, lovely*

🎶and at the end of the film he jumps out the window and🎶 aj just ignoring their criticism like a king and spoiling the whole movie- and i do believe this means he has seen the film, good good great

Tom already preparing the second he gets cut off to try and not laugh- licking his lips, biting his lip, pulling a face, adorable

(and sam just giving up and grinning away)

Oh this is too much fun- Luke hasssss to join :D 

“🎶your mother sucks cocks in helllll!🎶” Luke, as a first line intro into your part, i love. 

“🎶is a line of dia- *Luke breaks and has to bend away from the mic* -logue thats coming up later-🎶” (i must admit, I, personally, have never seen the film- so please, do let me know if this is a true fact or not. Thank you. )

Tom has discovered the cheat code- if his hand is on his chin, he can cover his smile- genius. 

Tom finally gets his head on Sam’s shoulder!!!! Yay!!!! (albeit still- his poor neck lol)

The way Aj and Luke are watching Sam and Tom’s little bit is everything to me, literally on top of each other just watching like proud parents, adore

“Something wrong with your tongue?” “well yeah but thats separate-” both laughing, joy

Aj- i honestly don't even know anymore- playing the preacher???

“This feels inappropriately sexy.” Yes. yes it does tom. Also the person in the audience who groaned in agreement is my spirit animal

Tom and Sam’s conjoined confusion and concern at Luke mumbling sobbing/moaning???

And aj literally watching him like he’s the love of his life- not a single thought behind those eyes just 0_0

AND SCENEEEE!!!!

Jesus fuck it’s been a second since I’ve done these and I apologize :). Hope you enjoy this one as much as I did, and I hope to see you guys again (sooner, maybe, hopefully, probably not, maybe, I hope, I love you, sorry) and thank you for reading as always

BYEBYE!!!!!

@Dawn-speckled @Snek-of-eden @bewilderednobody @scattered-stardust 

Yall its been a minute so idk… but just in case :) 

[mysticmellowlove]

yan chat being delusional as well

note - a little adjacent part to the yan streamer, much shorter

warnings - yandere stream chat, mod reader, simps, gn reader

word count - 527

Getting back on and modding for Streamer wasn't as mortifying as you expected. It was like everything was the same as always. He logged on, set up his latest game and played away as you scanned the chat for any assholes.

However, you did have to admit that there was something different about the chat on this particular day. As soon as you took a closer look the reason was pretty clear.

Aside from streamer, who seemed to always gush over you playfully when he had a spare moment, there were a few select chatters that always seemed to fill in the gaps for him. By that you mean they spent almost all of their time redeeming rewards and talking directly to you.

Some days it was nice, especially when you were really feeling down, but today it was becoming more and more annoying. Almost every second message came from one of your 'adoring' fans. When you first started to mod for Streamer you'd notice the same three or four chatters talking to him the most. His loyal fans. The second that Streamer had started to get closer to you they started to get closer to you.

It also didn't help that they ran Streamer's discord group.

You could already see them in the chat saying hello to Streamer, after they found that he was busy trying to pass the level they switched their attention to you.

"Hello Sugar!"

"Sugarrrr you haven't answered my dm yet"

"hey im unbanned sugar step on me"

You pursed your lips, these three were the main perpetrators and once they got started they usually dragged the whole chat into their antics. True to nature the chat filled with greetings and emojis, including the ones that Streamer had customised for you.

"Oh yeah, guess what everyone. I found out a little secret about our favourite mod." Streamer trilled as he cheekily grinned into his webcam. You flinched, you knew he wouldn't leak your location but it was still nerve-racking. You were kinda friends with him but he owed you nothing. Instantly the chat burst into action as it whizzed by faster and faster.

After deleting some of the more... disgusting messages (seriously how do people know your sexual orientation from a simple username...) you noticed that the three usual perpetrators were being uncharacteristically quiet.

Streamer seemed to look towards another one of his screens and smiled before swapping back to looking at chat. A worried huff left your mouth but you continued to scan the sentences pouring into the chatbox.

"That's right everyone, I know what Sugar looks like." He winked and for a moment he wasn't someone you worked with but rather someone who looked boyishly attractive. You shook yourself out of it as the chat exploded in teasing remarks and bitter sentiments. You had no idea they felt that strongly about you.

"no fair"

"come on then share the deets"

"bet you're lying lol"

"i would literally pay millions to see sugar"

"lol, he's lying."

"You can believe what you want, it makes no difference to me. I'm fine keeping Sugar's identity to myself." He grinned at the camera, acting as if he was talking to you specifically.

Still, you couldn't get the feeling out of your mind that something was happening in the background. Where did the three main chatters go...

[ozimagines]

SFW Alphabet with Peter Schibetta

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

lol no not really. Not an affectionate guy, even though he’s Italian. Like will ignore you sitting next to him for an hour and then when you go to leave he’ll be all… what? We were having a good time! Puts his arm around you and holds your hand but it’s more for you than for him.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Doesn’t acknowledge the friendship until someone comments something to him thinking he’ll talk bad about you and he just won’t. He’s fiercely loyal. He shuts down whomever is shit talking you, and you know from that moment on he’s your bestie.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Think he likes cuddling more than he actually cuddles irl. Like he’d love to talk to a safe person and just ask to be the little spoon and pulled close, just held until the nightmares stop. He was a little squeamish before all the shit in Oz, but he’s downright fearful after. He just wants to feel safe.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Very domestic. Loves keeping his space minimalist and nice. Cooks like a beast but will downplay his prowess. Like, just whipped something up three hours ago. Likes doing laundry and folding clothes. Dino used to joke that he liked women’s work.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He puts it off for a long time, just acting distant and shitty until you want to break it off, or banding you into forced arguments to try and make you leave him before he has to leave you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think he only married his wife because that’s what was expected of him. Doesn’t really care for marriage or literal commitments if he’s emotionally committed to someone. It takes him a while to commit to someone officially even if he’s already emotionally committed. Kind of a guy who doesn’t think a ring is what makes a marriage.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He hates how gentle he is. Hates how quiet and nearly feminine he is. He was a mama’s boy and it made him a little soft, but he could never afford to be soft in his industry. When people know how gentle you are, they take advantage.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Likes hugs like he likes cuddling. Doesn’t do it often but craves it almost obsessively. Would hug men if they wouldn’t look at him differently. Has wanted to ask Dino and his pop to hug him as often as he breaths, but always felt they’d never do it.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Says it on accident as soon as he means it and then gets all aloof and shitty afterwards to push you away in order to not have his care for you he a weakness.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Gets easily jealous. Will once again be butthurt and shitty to his partner because he feels like he doesn’t deserve them so he gets distant before they can. Will also act bitchy to the person courting his partner, being unpleasant and verbally aggressive.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Breathy kisses that linger. He likes being kissed on the back of his neck, where he can feel your breath and the warmth explode all over his body. He kisses you on the cheek, holding it there for a second as he contemplates more but decides enough is enough.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Can’t tell the age of any kid under fifteen. Might be four might be eight might be thirteen. Talks to them with genuine kindness even if he’s uncomfortable. He always makes them feel more mature and invited into the adult groups if that makes sense.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s a mocha pot man. Makes some espresso in the morning and takes his with cane sugar, and if he can find goats milk he uses that but if he can’t he’ll just take it with sugar. Sits on a balcony or porch and takes in the vista, no matter how urban or rural that view may be. Hates reading the news in the morning. Doesn’t want to be reminded of shitty things.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Has a digestive after dinner, mostly limoncello or ruccolino. Listens to music before bed, mostly Italian pop. Lots of Takagi e Ketra. His favorite is L’Esercito del Selfie (The Selfie Army). He has a whole skincare routine and brushes his hair before bed. Hates getting into bed dirty. Bothers the shit out of him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He reveals things slowly like a raptor testing the fence. Like he’ll drop a fact and watch you closely to see how you react and if he should say an “just kidding” or something else unconvincing. You never mind. And you never draw attention to it. Don’t wanna spook him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He gets upset easily but not really angry. More insecure and pissy. Like he’ll make shitty comments to you until you notice he’s brooding and go and stroke his pride. That’s what hurts the most after everything, his pride.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’d pretend in front of his friends that he only knows basic things about you, but he’s really fucking observant. If you have a favorite anything, he’ll know it. You don’t really have to tell him, he just watches you. Think he’s more emotionally in tune than the other Italians, even if that’s something he’s ashamed of.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

You surprised him after work one day. It was a pretty average day at work, which is to say, draining. He gets home, and you’ve got everything ready for him. Candles on the table, French onion soup made -his favorite- and some fruit and cheeses. Brie and pears, Gouda and strawberries… the works. You have his favorite wine, Nero D’Avola, open and ready for him. You also have a movie ready. Godfather part II. It’s his favorite. He likes to tell you how different the movie was from the books. Just a perfect, thoughtful night.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s very protective, he just can’t be as aggressive as he’d like to be. Like, pre abuse Peter would be more of a yappy dog protector, running his mouth every time someone disrespects you. Post abuse Peter would want to say somehing, go to say something, then stop at tue last minute. He’ll get them back in private, when he knows he can be safe. In the meantime he’ll make sure you’re okay.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Again, to the guys, he’ll just be like “idk I got them a necklace” but in truth he’ll go out of his way to do something special for you. If he does “just get you a necklace”, he’ll know what metals and stones you prefer.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Toe tapper. Finger tapper. Pen tapper. If his brain is working, some part of his body is tapping against the table or desk or ground. It’s a nervous habit and one he hates.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Pre abuse, very vain about his appearance. Knows he’s a pretty boy, and used that to his advantage early on in life, picking up everything that could fog a mirror with his cute smile. Post abuse, fuck if he cares what he looks like. Hates that he lost weight after the attacks. Doesn’t consider himself pretty anymore; will refer to himself as “damaged goods”.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’s not sure he feels complete anywhere. When he finds his person he feels safe with, he’ll just sort of blend lives together. He doesn’t feel at home anywhere. Doesn’t feel safe anywhere. Is so touch starved it’ll break your heart.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Would have wanted to be a cook in another life. Like a real fancy one making charcuterie boards and wine pairings and niche styles. Makes a squash blossom frittata that’ll blow you away. His father always told him it was “women’s work” so he never went for it.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

You could not PAY this man to watch reality tv. It stresses the fuck out of him; all the backstabbing and the drama and the trashy people. Seriously his personal hell would be watching Below Deck on repeat for eternity. He could not care less than he does.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Can’t sleep well most nights. Nightmares. He’s a lucid dreamer too, so if he can will himself into dreaming about something pleasant, he will. Will try to watch a show or something before bed to increase his likelihood of ending up in that dreamworld.

[shyphonics]

Salad Days Chapter 5: We Are The One

This chapter is certified 18+™ for smut and light mental health crisis (we've all been there... right?)

I'm sorry if I'm rusty lol. Also, I made a tag list! Let me know if you want in :) this is looking like it's gonna be pretty long.

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It’s your turn for soundcheck now, and… Jesus, you’re actually nervous. It’s been forever since you’ve been nervous.

You’ve played The Strike every week for about a year now, slowly creeping your way from dead Monday shows, to decent Thursday shows, to electric weekend shows.

You’ve worked your ass off to move from the merch table spot in the dark, at the edge of the dance floor, to one of the spots under the lights and the AC unit.

You know every person here, at least by face, and they know you. Either from the band or the bar. Except for Rodrick and his friends, that is.

You’ve never headlined before, though, and something about your first time is making you shaky.

So, here you stand, face to face with yourself in the bathroom mirror. Jessica, your lead guitar, is against the wall, cool as can be in her vinyl pants. She blows out a long puff of smoke, and fluffs out her short, green hair with one hand.

“We’re gonna be fine. It’s like any other night.”

But it’s not like any other night, not to you.

Is it Rodrick? Are you trying to impress him? That’d be really fucking stupid. You don’t do what you do to impress people.

That, and you’re pretty sure he’d be impressed no matter what you do.

But…

You don't quite know what's happening to you, whether it's how good he’d looked on stage, or the feelings that overcame you when that douchebag sucker-punched him.

Maybe it's a combination of both.

On stage, he'd been sexy and self-assured. Playing those drums like it was nothing. Making your heart flutter with a wink and a smile, like you were a dumb lovestruck teenager at her first concert again.

After that guy had hit him… he got vulnerable. He'd looked so sad, defeated almost. Hurt, not just physically, but emotionally. It made you wonder if those two had a history. It made you want to latch onto him and make him all better.

It seems like Rodrick, whether he’s aware of it or not, knows just where to hit to take down your walls.

“We gotta go,” Maureen pops her head into the restroom.

You push your little emotional breakthrough back in and take a deep breath.

This isn't the time for that.

You climb the side steps, as you have a hundred times, and start fighting audio cables until everything looks right.

Pink cord goes from amp to overdrive pedal. Black cord goes from tuning pedal to bass.

Fuck. Is that even right? You don’t know anymore.

Low notes come from your amp, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone else is all set up, and you look around. It’s time.

Soundcheck is quick. Too quick. You adjust your setlist with your foot, and stretch out your fingers.

Eddie pushes his glasses up and gives you a thumbs up.

You just gotta start, and then you’ll be fine.

“Hey fuckers!” Your voice comes out more powerful than you'd expected, “We’re The Shrieks!”

The crowd comes alive. Deep breaths.

The lights are up, the crowd is buzzing and you- wow. You're glowing. You look so confident and fucking cool, all lit up in gold stage lights.

Rodrick watches as you and your bandmates give each other a nod.

A note rings out. A second. A third. A fourth.

The song explodes, and Rodrick’s mouth falls open. You’re hopping, and shaking your hair out, really hyping yourself up.

Then you open your lips. Rodrick is enamored. No high school crush he ever had could compare to how he feels right now. He gives in to the movement of the crowd, and it feels like being in the ocean. Bodies all moving as one.

There’s a smile on his face that just won’t go away. He’s never been to a show quite like this.

He holds on to the front of the stage just to watch you, taking in the absolute power you’re giving off. Trying his best to read your lips and hear every word.

I am the one who brings you the future

I am the one who buries your past

A new species, I come from the ruins

I am the one that was made to last

We are not Jesus (Christ!)

Oh, no, we are not fascist (pigs!)

Oh, no we are not capitalist (industrialists!)

Oh, no, we are not communists

We are the one

We are the one

We are the one

We are the one

The party’s still going, even after everyone has shuffled out and the doors are locked. Mike has commandeered the sound booth and is playing “some shit from the good old days.”

You're up in the storage loft above the stage, wrapping up cables and boxing up mics. You close a tackle box full of neatly rolled cords and notice Rodrick down by the stage.

You sit and just watch him for a minute, trying to figure out if your bathroom mirror crisis was just pre-show jitters.

He looks like he's looking for you, craning his neck around and slowly spinning in place.

He's just such a dork.

You’re not sure if you can even be snarky with him anymore.

It's been a really long time since you had a crush on someone. Especially one like this. You're used to being in control, giving no more of yourself than you want to. For all you know, when you get down there, you'll be giggling like an idiot at his mercy.

Pull yourself together.

“I love this song,” you drop down from the storage loft, hopping off the stage, landing in front of Rodrick. Trying to play it cool.

He jumps when you appear, a smile spreading across his face.

“You were amazing.” He sighs.

“Back at you,” you restrain yourself from grinning.

You're still buzzing with adrenaline, and it spurs you on to try something. You step forward, and clasp your arms behind his neck.

His eyes widen, but after some hesitation, he brings his hands to your waist. The two of you begin to sway, a little uncoordinated, to the music. You look up into his eyes. He looks nervous, but a small smile is beginning to form on his face.

Your giddiness starts to fade away, and you feel a little more in control of yourself.

“Did you go to your prom?” You ask.

“Hell no,” Rodrick scoffs, “Did you?”

“I didn't even graduate,” you laugh, “so no. But it explains why we're kinda bad at this.”

“I don't think we're that bad,” He attempts to spin you. You both break out in a fit of giggles as your back hits his chest and you recenter.

“I wanna do that, like, every weekend forever.” He sighs.

“That's not a hard ask. I can show you some of the other venues when I'm free. You guys will be working the circuit in no time.” You look up at him.

Rodrick’s smile is so genuine. He looks completely content.

The world disappears around you as you get lost in the song, swaying and spinning, staring into each other's eyes. You've never been so glad to have taken a chance on someone.

“How's your lip?” You ask.

“It's okay,”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really.”

You hesitate, then lean upwards, testing the water.

He seems to be thinking the same thing, and he leans down to meet your lips.

The kiss is warm and familiar, all traces of awkwardness are gone. It feels like you know each other. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek and pulls away.

“So am I allowed to like you now?” His voice is lower than before. He holds you close to him, one arm tight across your lower back.

“You feel like you could pass a field sobriety test?” You smirk.

“Yeah?” Rodrick raises an eyebrow.

“Okay. You're allowed.”

He laughs, rolling his eyes, and leans in to kiss you again, but you both quickly turn to the sound of someone clearing their throat. It's one of his bandmates, the blonde one. He's avoiding looking at either of you.

“Hey, Rodrick, uh, you two…” He clears his throat again, “The other bands invited us out to eat, and we were gonna go… but it looks like you're busy.”

Rodrick blinks at you, “Are you gonna go?”

“Yeah, let's go. You should get some carbs in you. Soak up all that booze, or you're gonna have a bad morning.” You detach from him, and walk towards the back door.

Your car is parked right next to their van, and Rodrick looks like he's hesitating getting in with his friends. You roll your window down and raise your eyebrow at him.

“Do you… wanna ride with me?”

He looks surprised, “Can I?”

“Yeah, get in.” You lean over and pop the door open, butterflies swirling in your stomach.

He bounces into your passenger seat, beaming.

“You know where to go, right?” You shout into the van. Rodrick’s friends give you a thumbs up.

You roll the window up, and pull out of the parking lot.

Rodrick is drumming on his knees to a song playing in your car. You watch him out of the corner of your eye and smile a little. You think of the day you met him, all pent up energy and rock n roll, baby!

Big, dumb dog.

He moves a hand to your thigh and continues drumming the rhythm. You feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks. His eyes are locked on your thigh as it bounces to the beat.

You pull up outside the old Waffle House, and it looks like you're the first to make it.

“Let's wait,” you sigh, leaning back, turning up the music.

His hand stills on your thigh. You close your eyes, honestly exhausted from the show.

His hand moves upward to rest in the crook of your hip, and the corner of your mouth curls up. You turn your head to look at him.

“What're you doin’?”

“Nothing,” he says, trying to sound inconspicuous.

Rodrick’s heart is going a mile a minute. He'd been so confident back at the bar, but here, with you, just you, he’s freaking out a little.

He studies your face in the glow of an orange street light. Your eyes, the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips. He wants every feature burned into his memory forever. His hand is warm against your hip. You put your hand over his and he smiles.

“What, did you get scared or something?” You smirk.

“No…” Rodrick lies.

You kiss him again, and he melts into it. He slips one hand into the back of your hair and pulls you closer. You maneuver over the center console to get in his lap, and he breathes out deeply. The kiss gets messy, like all the energy of the night is coming out between your lips. Your hands are shaking. One rests on Rodrick’s shoulder, the other in his hair, and you make a noise as he bites your lip lightly.

“Sorry, is that okay?” He whispers.

You pull him in, and bite him back harder.

He groans, and his hold on your waist tightens.

He's snaking a hand under the hem of your shirt, when there's a tentative knock on the window. You pull away from each other.

“God dammit!” Rodrick pants.

It's Ward, with a hand over his mouth, feigning being scandalized.

“Oooooooh,” he taunts, when you're both out of the car, “I knew it.”

You roll your eyes, and keep the door open with your foot as the guys pour in. People from the show are everywhere, this is a decently common occurrence. You find a seat between your band and Rodrick’s at the bar. Maureen, your drummer, offers you a fist bump, and leans into your ear.

“He's cute,” she whispers, “did you drive here with him?”

You nod, suppressing a goofy grin.

“Do you think you're gonna…?”

You shrug.

“Up to him,” you whisper back.

The waitress, a blonde with a buzz cut and a face full of piercings, greets you by name, and asks, “Usual?”

Once your orders are in, Rodrick puts his hand securely on your thigh.

“Do you guys come here a lot?”

“Oh yeah, at least every weekend,” you lower your voice, “That's Jeanine, she's our regular. Then Martin and Rosie, who have worked here since the beginning of time. Then there's Carla. She's new. Last weekend, she and Martin were fighting because she kept getting orders wrong.”

He narrows his eyes and looks at each person you point at.

“Do you just come here to eavesdrop?” he asks quietly, suppressing a laugh.

“It's fascinating. Just watch.”

The two of you eat in silence and observe the inner workings of Waffle House.

Rodrick nudges you as Carla scrapes a plate into the trash, and Martin yells, Dammit, Carla! Chunked and covered! Not scattered!

Carla throws her apron to the floor and flips him off with both hands. Fuck you, old man!

“Oh shit,” you whisper.

“Damn,” Rodrick turns to look at you.

As your eyes meet, and the bell on the door jingles aggressively, you can't hold in your laughter anymore.

"He's such an asshole." Rodrick whispers, giggling in disbelief. Does every diner job just suck ass?

"I know, this Waffle House is under a dictatorship," you laugh

You both calm down, and end up just staring at each other.

“Rodrick, I don't wanna be too… forward, but…” you trail off.

His face goes blank.

“Do you wanna… get out of here? With me?”

Rodrick drops his fork, and snatches his tab off the counter.

“Yes,” his voice is feverish.

You follow behind him, and wave goodbye to everyone on your way out.

You'll absolutely get teased for this later on, but who gives a fuck?

Now, I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine

Gotta race some cat to bed

Oh, is there concrete all around?

Or is it in my head?

Rodrick’s hands are on you the moment you shut your front door.

He backs you up against it, bringing his lips to yours once again. His lips creep down to your jaw, then your neck. Then he's on his knees, pushing the hem of your shirt up, kissing your stomach, your hip bones.

Your hands are in his hair, stroking and tugging.

“I don't know what it is about you,” Rodrick murmurs between kisses, “I just knew, I had to…”

“Me too,” you laugh a little, “I'm not usually this easy.”

He grins deviously up at you, undoing your bottoms.

“So you don't bring someone home like this after every show?” He gives your waist a little bite.

“No, god, no,” you chuckle, “this should be too fast, but something about this, you just feel right."

“Why me?” He pauses, looking up at you.

“You're just,” you look down at him. His dark doe eyes drill into yours, plump lips slightly open. You feel his hot breath on you, and it sends a shiver up your spine, “Jesus, you're just fucking hot. And you're not, like, an asshole about it. You could've taken any girl in that bar home tonight.”

“I wanted you,” his lips twitch, and without hesitation, he lifts you up, and sets you back down on your kitchen counter. He plants soft kisses on your thighs, and pauses to look up at you. It makes your head cloudy.

“Can I try something?” His voice is breathy.

You're still recovering from the shock of being lifted like that.

“Yeah,” you say, in slight disbelief, looking down at him.

He plants a kiss on your panties, and then removes them completely. You heartbeat skyrockets.

“I might be kinda bad, but… I've always wanted to try.”

You watch him gaze over your wetness. You truly cannot believe what's happening right now. He looks lustful, but focused, like he's trying to form a plan. Then without warning, he just dives in.

You hadn't expected much from him, but damn, he knows what he's doing. A shocked moan leaves your lips.

Your body feels electric as he snakes his tongue through your folds, finding all the places that make you whimper. He grunts, and you practically feel it reverberate through your whole body. You wrap your legs around his head and pull him closer. His tongue circles your clit and you throw your head back. His plush lips cover so much ground as he gives you a light suck.

“You sure you've never done this before?” Your weak voice teases him.

He pulls away with a pop, making you shudder.

“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head, “I’ve just thought about it a lot.”

“Well, you're doing fucking great.”

He gives you a sly grin and goes back in.

Your back starts to arch as he flicks, and sucks, and swirls his tongue. Your moans mix with his soft grunts and you realize you're starting to come undone. You grab a handful of his hair and roll your hips.

“Keep going,” you gasp, “I-I’m…”

His eyes flick up to meet yours and that does it. Your body jolts, and you squeeze your eyes shut as an orgasm rattles through you, the counter cool against your body.

He slows his actions, and comes to rest on your thigh again.

When you're recovered, you sit up, and put your hands on his shoulders. You kiss him hard, tasting yourself, and feel a new arousal awaken in you.

“Was that really okay?” His eyes plead with you.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You pant, holding his face in your hands, and he looks bashful, “Best I've ever had.”

You hop down from the counter.

“Your turn.”

“Are you sure?” He stutters.

You take him by the hand, and lead him across the small apartment to your bed.

Rodrick’s breath is shaky as he leans against the edge.

“Take your shirt off,” you tell him, and he does.

His eyes are hazy with lust, and he grunts when you kiss him. You run your hands over his chest. The muscles in his core are tight, and you can feel his heartbeat. Hard and fast.

You kneel, and your hands find the tight bulge in his jeans. He bites his lip as you unbuckle his belt and free him from his boxers.

It's a good length, fairly weighty, and he groans when you take it in your hands. You look up into his eyes and lightly roll your tongue over the tip. His knees buckle, and he sits back on your bed. You chuckle and scoot closer, steadying yourself between his legs.

“So… safe to assume you've never done this either?”

You fit him further into your mouth, trying to wet as much as you can.

“One time… almost,” he says, labored, “we were in a car and the cops knocked on the window.”

“Fuckin’ pigs,” you shake your head, then take him in as far as you can get him.

He lets out a long, low noise. You grasp the rest of his length with your hand and pump lightly. His thigh shakes under your other hand as you swirl your tongue.

You catch his eye and come up for air, licking him from base to tip. His eyes roll back, and you laugh.

“Should I keep going, or is this gonna take you out of commission?” You tease.

“Please… keep going,” Rodrick breathes.

His mind is foggy as he feels himself enter your mouth again. He can't even process what he's feeling, all he knows is he never wants it to stop. He doesn't feel in control of his own body. His hands desperately search for a grip on your comforter as you bob your head.

He tries his best to focus, to keep his eyes on you, but he feels something in himself start to slip. He throws his head back and closes his eyes, barely keeping himself up on his elbows. His legs tremble as he feels himself hit your throat and he lets out a long moan.

Then your mouth is gone, and he opens his eyes, desperate for the feeling to come back.

You crawl on top of him and straddle him.

“Scoot back,” you murmur, and he obliges.

You lean down to kiss him, and his hands come to rest gently in your hair.

Something still feels weird in his head. He doesn't think he's drunk anymore, but even the low light of your apartment feels too bright. His ears are ringing, maybe still from the noise of the bar. He feels his heart start to beat out of his chest, and he holds on to you for dear life.

It feels like he's dreaming, but maybe as long as his hands are on you, he'll be okay.

You're saying something. The words don't quite reach him, but he nods anyway. Eager for something to pull him back into reality.

A little voice in the back of his head is hissing. He tries to blow it off, but it's persistent, fighting him.

You don't deserve this.

Fuck his stupid brain. He wants to be present with you. He wants to hold onto every little second of this, keep it forever. It feels like you're far, far away from him, even as he watches you take your shirt off and feels your hips, warm on his.

The ringing in his ears subsides a little as your lips touch his again.

“Let me know if you want to stop, you look a little overwhelmed.” You whisper.

“No,” Rodrick urges, “I never wanna stop,”

You laugh, and start to kiss a trail down his chest.

He sighs into the feeling and closes his eyes.

The fuzz in his head isn't gone, though.

Yet.

It'll go away, he knows it.

He just needs to focus. On you, on how good you're making him feel.

On how good he'd made you feel, he's pretty damn proud of that.

Just stay in the moment.

Please, just stay in the moment.

And now I'm ready to close my eyes

And now I'm ready to close my mind

And now I'm ready to feel your hand

And lose my heart on the burning sand

And now I wanna be your dog

And now I wanna be your dog

And now I wanna be your dog

Well, c'mon

~

tag list: @crumpets-are-better-with-jam

[musicismymoirail]

✘ 🔆 For Ven

and

✨️ 💧 for Shrike :]

Aw!! Thank you, and thank you for including Shrike! :D I'm so excited, let's go! <3

Ven:

✘: Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them?

Do I exclude Regina and nir handler (and nir past self) because those are the easy answers? :')

Regina and Handler are auto-avoids nowadays. In the past though, Vendetta did get a slight thrill out of slipping away from their handler and causing all sorts of shenanigans as ne wandered around unknown cities, listening to all the thoughts around them. There was definitely an urge to antagonize her a bit though Vendetta never quite registered that nemself. Feelings are weird when you can only dance around them, you know? She was so pokey and experimental and two-faced under her perfect little veneer, and seeing that perfect little veneer break ever so slightly because Vendetta interpreted an order slightly off was always a fun time. In the moment. The aftermath less so, but the aftermath was always less so, so~.

Vendetta enjoyed antagonizing Regina during nir second stay too. It was far more of a challenge, possessing scientists in secret and fucking with experiments ever so slightly to cause annoyances and setbacks while not getting caught, but Ven took all the fun ne could get. Why makes things easy, after all?

Also. For some deeply petty bullshit, there was a bakery that Vendetta loved, but ne mouthed off to the owner in the nir early days in LD and got banned for it. Vendetta detests that owner to an unreasonably petty degree, even to this day. Any time Vendetta got goodies from it (a great and easy bribe), Vendetta would eat all the treats from across the street, staring daggers at the store window.

🔅: What’s a place that holds special meaning to them? Why?

Excluding places like Themmy's apartment and Ortega's too, because there's a lot of fond and complicated feelings tied up in them, mhm. Panzavecchia's? It was one of the first local diners Vendetta ended up in when ne first got to Los Diablos. Always had a special, was delicious and easy to afford and while one of the waitresses was a bit chatty, she was easy to distract and the main cook was a very stoic guy with little to say. It was an easy place to frequent, and frequent it Ven did!

Funny enough, after a few months of visiting, the portions just exploded?? Like three meals worth of fries and sandwiches thicker than Ven's closed fist. Just an absurd amounts of food for the price but it always made it easier to come back. The waitress was harder to distract, she always loved chatting and asking how Ven was doing and even the main cook would take trips to the floor to see what Vendetta thought of the food. Chill guy, quiet thoughts, never said more than he needed.

It was, idk. Just a nice place and one of those places that Ven found and it felt like theirs. Like ne could bring nir friends over and show off the Neat Place With Great Food that ne (ne!!) found on their own. The novelty of that never wore off, lol. It was a lot of nice memories, and silly ones too.

Ne hasn't been back since Heartbreak, it just feels wrong to go back and taint those memories now, but Ven does miss it.

SHRIKE (thank you! :D <3333):

✨: What motivates them? Is it a deep rooted passion/motivation, or is it something they struggle with from time to time?

It's not a struggle, per se, more of a tug-of-a-rope between what she wants and what her father wants for her. Because Shrike really just enjoys being herself, living outside of town in her little shack of a house as she reads her little dime-store novels and looks for fossils and other strange things in the dirt. That's such a near-perfect life to her, minus her need for people. She does enjoy talking with people too, and that's all she needs to motivate her: a good book, an interesting divot in the ground and/or an interesting person to talk with. Shrike is very simple and easy to please in that regard. c:

But she is her father's only child and he wants more for her. For her to be a proper lady, settle down and have a family and just bring some good to their family name, like he did. This is in part because her older brother (the Marathon heir if you will) was taken in the tornado along with her mother, and he tried to keep Shrike close as a result. Oddly enough, her own mother was incredibly headstrong and blunt, and would 100% kick his ass from the grave for trying to force Shrike into a role she hated. 'Our Daughter Is Fine You Ass!'

But grief is a strange thing.

So, Shrike struggles with that. Honestly, she's kind-of hoping that if her weird fossil turns out to be a Big Thing, that her father will just finally Leave Her The Fuck Alone and maybe she can move back into town without expecting a damn fight every day. Because that's exhausting, but she isn't going to change herself for him. So, it's this or that she finally just moves away for good. There's other places with people and books and things to dig out of the ground. :c

💧: Are there any places they avoid? If so, why?

She doesn't avoid Daisy Creek entirely? She enjoys people too much, and likes to hear the new news coming in through the post and the station. But she visits far less frequently than she wants too because of her father. It's just exhausting having to gear up for a potential fight every time she goes back into town, because she's a good-for-nothing and a trouble-maker and wasting her life in the dirt.

It's been years since she actually has stepped inside her old family room too, even though there's definitely some mementos and trinkets and books she'd love to grab ...if they even still there. Shrike worries they were tossed out or sold or burned, and she hasn't found the courage to face that reality yet. It would break her heart if they were, the last straw broken between her and her father.

[nezumithewriter]

season three of the magnus archives was fucking awesome

ep 81: "guess who got framed for murder" "anyways my childhood was fucked up"

ep 82: "it was a little bloody and i didn't like daisy" - my mother

ep 83: "JON? There's a weird letter in the mailbox for you. Says.. uh... 'statement of'" jon crashing through the wall with tape recorder sfx

ep 84: I GOT A JOB AT THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE?!? (I'M INEXTRICABLY TIED TO A BEING BEYOND MY COMPREHENSION)

ep 85: The man was there but also wasn't, fuck you want from me?

ep 86: Holy fuck i love melanie king i can't think of a funny 3am joke for this one except i can WORKING MY JOB AT THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES (READ A PAPER ABOUT CHILDHOOD TRAUMA) (MY COWORKERS NEED THERAPY) but seriously i love melanie king so much i need her to get out of there and to safety

ep 87: the Stranger watching this plumber with adhd swag walk in, fix their pipes, and leave despite all of the dead people's faces being cut off around him

ep 88: DIG.

ep 89: girlboss explains her fire fetish to concerned eldritch entity in training, oh and also AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ep 90: dude calm the fuck down they're just doing some reps on the high bar so what if they have no eyes it's fine dude why are you running

ep 91: Daisy Tonner kills mr. blue sky

ep 92: Elias really said "acab, also i killed gertrude and leitner lol. we're at war with a dozen or so eldritch abominations"

ep 93: Jonathan Sims explains the magnus archives lore to his friends after reading a statement about the corruption from terraria

ep 94: "the monster stole all of my 'give a damn' many years ago"

ep 95: Basira reading her alchemy book two feet away while Martin has a crisis over the fact he can feel the emotions of the statement giver when recording

ep 96: Jon and Daisy do a silly and commit a crime or two (broke and entered, murdered a mandela catalogue alternate, etc)

ep 97: "Are you going to kill me?" "What?? No!!!" "..." "well not rn!!!"

ep 98: "Are you worried about getting fired?" Melanie on her way to commit attempted murder

ep 99: Jonathan Sims gets kidnapped by the clown police (ASMR)

ep 100: can't believe we got The Spiral, The Desolation, The Web, the Dark/Buried, the Lonely in the same episode. the statements were so well done and the were clear and precise

ep 101: "why is the door locked" michael, 2 seconds before helen has a gamer's rise up moment

ep 102: knives, beetle wives, french, oh my!

ep 103: jon really said "fuck it we ball" and decided to use his eldritch powers to be petty

ep 104: "Tim! I might be an eldritch monster but that was unacceptable!"

ep 105: "你说中文?" "no i don't speak chinese"

ep 106: FUCK YOU ELIAS (GONE WRONG) (I WANT THIS BITCH DEAD)

ep 107: JON EATS THE STATEMENTS AND ALSO TREVOR AND JULIA ARE THERE THIS IS THE FIRST EPISODE WHERE I FELT INCREDIBLY EXCITED IS THIS WHAT MCU FANS FELT LIKE ENDGAME

ep 108: "Was he… woOoOo?" -- Basira Hussain, 2017

ep 109: FNAF but with three screaming corpses and a guy

ep 110: trans cinematographer deconstructs the film industry (and mr spider is there too)

ep 111: Jon interviews an emo book (real)

ep 112: #1 Victory Royale

ep 113: "STOP-- touching the plastic explosive"

ep 114: daisy and tim getting happy over the prospect of exploding a circus

ep 115: delicious, finally some good fucking food

ep 116: fuck your dance in particular *CANNON SFX*

ep 117: "hope we don't die!" vs tim and daisy's "fuck it we ball"

ep 118: Martin gets to commit arson-- FUCK YOU ELIAS FUCK YOU ELIAS FUCK YOU ELIAS FU

ep 119: genuinely one of the coolest episodes i've ever listened to due in part to the fact that i was just as confused as the characters (i listened without a transcript). The ways the stranger fucks with the archives team while they're slowly going insane from how much they've forgotten and no longer understand is phenomenal. I'm gonna miss Tim.

ep 120: world's weirdest clipshow that ends with police brutality

[callsign-relic]

o/ hellooo beast wars liveblog!!! yeah!!!!!!

i actually watched this first ep a lil while ago but i went back and watched it again because the next few eps after didn't have as much Silverbolt and i wanted. to see the pubpy,,,,,,, hes really good,,,

S2 EP4

tangled web... SPIDER TIME YEAH BABEY

i love the way everyones just sorta hanging around LMAO? i think Quickstrike is. swinging his legs back and forth shfbdbfbsj??

honestly Tarantulas, thats pretty fair. it probably is important to research their new forms

the classic Lifting and Moving Stuff time.

black arachnia immediately "flirting" with Quickstrike to get what she wants LMAO

and it works!! hes carrying things for her because hes a biiiiiiig strong bot. 

Tarantulas what are you up to... WHATS THAT. what weird spider contraption is that!!!

shrfkfnmenfksb the way his spider legs kinda just. Fold Up on his transmetal form is so funny

Tarantulas putting on a slight accent to appeal(?) to QS is also very cursed fhdjfbdk???

The Maximals be doing research as well!!! its not going well :(

silverbolt i love uuuuu,, the lil knightly trumpet noises...

rattrap: "man i just hate it when he does that" 

i assume he means when Silverbolt gives a righteous lil speech and flies away but.

im. also choosing to also believe that the music was diagetic and that SB was playing it out loud.

widdergal... sugarbot... i. hes kinda growing on me again. hes annoying but his stupid cowboy accent delights me DEEPLY.

TARANTULAS is in her head again!!!!! AHHH

oh!! New Lair time... will the Predacons be getting a new base?? i assume not. but i also did not think theyd get new forms so. shrug

i love QS nodding at his cobra head lol. 

quickstrike has three faces and half a braincell between them.

id say hes a himbo but actually. that isn't aren't true. hes hot of bod* and dumb of ass, but he is NOT pure of heart.

(*debatable on who you ask.)

i was just thinking that Tarantulas hasnt made any particularly horrendous noises recently and then he keeps doing awful laughter. this is great

⁉️ Silverbolt made a Dinobot(TM) noise. "Eaarrggghhhhh..."

wait i remember u saying smth abt some of the characters having the same V/A- i think dinobot and rattrap had the same V/A...? is this another of those cases.........

hello google.

...

YES!!! rgdjfjdkdnsl epic!!! if it werent for the Dinobot growl i would not have realised dhdkfbsk,, hes got the Range.

Black Arachnia!!! Stop monologuing out loud!!!!!!!!! shut the fuck up friday!

BA :((((((((( Tarantulas is so MEAN to her... oh nvm shes fine shes equally as mean i nearly forgot

Megatron is BATHING again

rhfjfhdk NOBODYS PICKING UP,,

its either freedom or death!!! aughgh. Black Arachnia................ 🥺😭

HEHEHEHEHEHEE THE LINK GOES BOTH WAYS!! GET HIM!!!!!!!

its severed.....!! MY GIRL IS FREED!!!

QS: we've got trouble! with a capital M!!

Mrouble. wait. Megatron.

OH. MAXIMALS.

........... *im* dumb of ass.

i love silverbolts bot mode. he's designed to look like a knight and it's rly cute!! hes even got the tabard... !! or. whatever its called.

the fabric thing that knights have between their legs that is in most fantasy artworks for knights and paladins. it is rarer irl so idk the name for it fbfkfb THAT THING. 

OH are silverbolts weapons his feathers???? YESSS

ITS NOT RIGHT TO STRIKE A FEMALE... he refuses to hurt Blackarachnia.......... :0...

> [addition from future init's second rewatch: ehehe... that low angle on Silverbolt when he lands while fighting Quickstrike........ it's not a suuuper dramatic angle but its enough for me to imagine him Big 👀❣️,,,,, im taking what crumbs i can get ok fbfjfbrj (around 18:20) ] 

oh shit Silverbolt exploded the cavern!!!!!

or not??

well then WHO indeed?

did QS just spit????????? HE DOESNT HAVE A MOUTH I THINK.

SUGARBOT! rhjdkfjdkdnfkfnekbgmfncksb im grimacing really hard but. also hes kinda grown on me. im enjoying him but im gritting my teeth the entire time. many mixed feelings about the weird scorpion snake.

oh. Tarantulas you sly spider. thats not the voice of someone genuinely remorseful. didnt he have that teeny spidery thing goin about earlier. hm.  yeah i wonnnnnnder who was responsible for that explosion...

LETS GO evil lair time again!!!

tarantulas got what he wanted in the end >:0

S2 EP5

Maximal no more... what an ominous title

the fact that it starts off with Dinobot is even more ominous!!

... he's got a laptop.

what ARE Megatron's plans...

YESSSSS DINOBOT'S WAVERING LOYALTIES IS COMING TO A HEAD??

identity crisis...

what perfect timing, to get sent on a mission

oh my god. dinobot having to ride on top of rattrap is so good,,, hes so TEENY.

INFERNO JUMPSCARE !!

the DRAMATICS with Quickstrike is great. i still dont like him.

"AUR AWRURRRUOO" awh silverbolt... he also has fun noises.

QS (about Inferno): "That bot sure does talk peculiar..." ah yes, says the cowboy. bits like that will never fail to amuse me fhdkfbdk 

QS: "i look like a PACK BOT to you??" WELL. YOU WERE CARRYING A BUNCH OF STUFF FOR BLACK ARACHNIA THE OTHER EPISODE...

poor waspinator :( 

YesuskdjskdndmHDKDFB rattrap's imitation of Quickstrike oh ym goddd. i love it. first Tarantulas now Rattrap...

the fact that it WORKS...

oh lets GO

OUHHHHHHGH... hes gone back to being a Predacon...?

Megatron doesn't look convinced...

RIN TIN TIN,,, WASNT THAT A DOG THAT STARRED IN A WESTERN AS WELL. were the creators just watching western movies during this period !!!!!!!!!!

ARE THEY LEAVING WASPINATOR THERE?

ougugjhfhfh,,, THE DRAMAAAAA

i thought you led us to the wrong planet 👀 l

lore...

hand to hand combat!! TO THE DEATHHHH

WOAUGH... cool fight sequence.......

oh my god quickstrikes feet are his claws. what the fuck

Dinobot didnt kill him!!!

dinobot says he gave the disc to Rhinox 👀? or is that a lie...

OUGH THE INTRIGUE 

WHY DOES RATTRAPS HUD HAVE A PIECE OF ROTATING CHEESE ON IT. RATTRAP. WHAT.

oh shit he DID take Megatron to the disc...

Dinobot: "either way, i will know the truth at last" 👀... what do the discs say abt the future? 

RATTRAP :(

OH NO HE CANT KILL HIM... his honor forbids it...

OH FUCK,,, HE CANT KILLL HIMMMMMM

AUUAUHGH

tension...

SILVERBOLT THATS A LITTLE DIFFERENT. YOU DEFECTED ONCE and you were a baby kinda. u had just come into the world. DINOBOT ALREADY DEFECTED ONCE.

twice technically? 

... if they accept him back does it make it a third time?? pred > maximal > pred > maximal...

Rattrap HRKFJDKDNS so ready to insult him

"BUT i guess i kinda gotten used to him." LMAO

(Dinobot about not killing Rattrap) "consider it a rehearsal" they're friens :]

riding Rattrap is his punishment rhrjfbs??

RHSKFJSKS SLOWLY BOPPIN DOWN THE STAIRS ON RATTRAP. THEY COULDA JUST WALKED. THEHY DIDNT HAVE TI DO THAT IM GONNANS DKCINGBEKALALFNGNMRNGMGNFK LMAO??

i was gonna include the next ep here as well but its a TWO PARTER (AHH??! story things happening...) and also i have a hunch that tumblr glitching out has smth to do with asks being too long so im playing it safe o7

stay tuned for me yelling at the next few episodes because hey. what the fuck. also romance is in the air for like 2 seconds before everything goes to shit oh mygod??

- initiate

YAYYY THE ASK WASNT BROKEN!!!!!

Also I have to say it BRIGHTENED MY DAY to have gotten this ask tonight tysm initiate I love hearing your thoughts always 🤝❤️❤️

Both VERY good episodes omg. And Oh My Fucking God I went back to the timestamp you mentioned and forest of all YES that shot is good as hell Silverbolt deserved to be big as hell. But also. Just. Rewatching that clip again really made me realizing why I love Silverbolt so fucking much. He’s so genuine. Yeah he’s dramatic and “white knight”-y but like, every character in this show falls under some dumb trope. And Silverbolt is just so auahauhaha HE’S OUPPY……!!!!

ALSO SAGSGHDD. THE DIAGETIC TRUMPETS. I’M TAKING THAT HEADCANON FOR MYSELF I LOVE IT AHAGJSDBJEE

THE CHEESE HUD…… it’s such a small detail that’s so dumb but it’s still just so funny. Why does he have a 3d rotating cheese in the corner of his vision of all times. It’s just so Rattrap

AND THE STAIRS BIT. THE STAIRS. I LOVE IT SM. I have provided it here for your rewatching pleasure

Genuinely these liveblogs make me go to rewatch clips and remind me why bw is my top favorite tf show so thank you sm initiate for continuing to share your thoughts 🙏🙏🙏

[0sincerelyella]

Just Us -C.F.

Summary- Conrad brings his girlfriend from back home to cousins this summer, planning a whole summer of just the two of them. but belly and taylor are not having the change.

Warnings: so like i wouldn’t say smut bc it’s not but i guess it’s kinda implied?? a bit not totally

AN: I DO NOT IN ANYWAY HATE BELLY (i’m an avid taylor disliker for sure, not always lol but most of the time) it’s kinda a Nicole situation but i also don’t like Nicole lol grammar mistakes are common, and lower case is on purpose!!

“your kidding right?” belly said, as she watched the front door shut after a happy skippy conrad ran to his car. “what are you so angry for bells?” Jeremiah asked, putting the milk on the table. “It’s been the same summer forever! just us four and the moms!” she complains, “taylor’s coming down tomorrow” “taylor comes down every summer!” “and you haven’t seen us complaining.” Steven added. “Conrads been mopey the last three days i’ve been here and today he wakes up all cheerful and doesn’t pay mind to anybody!”

“can it belly!” Steven says, laughing at his sister. walking into the kitchen “bells hes been mopey for the past four months the only time he’s happy is when y/n is around.” Jeremiah explained. Belly stood up and walked to her room, ignoring all the reasonings the boys tried to give.

“she’s got it so bad for him” Steven laughed, opening the fridge.

at the bus station conrad couldn’t sit still, he hadn’t felt this happy since they got to cousins. He had a whole summer of excitement planned, which isn’t usually his thing but he’d do anything for y/n. his cheeks grew red when he saw the bus pull up to the stop. he waited not so patiently as he watched all the people flood out of the bus waiting for his beautiful girl.

it was like a scene from a movie when he saw his beautiful shining woman, her hair perfectly framing her face and her dress perfectly framing her body. He watched as her eyes lit up when they met his, and her lips moved into a beautiful smile as she threw her bags down and ran to him

he picked her up in one swift motion and spun her around as they brought each-other into a kiss they wished could last for a life time. Conrad had felt every ounce of sadness and hurt leave his body as he was finally home again. as they pulled away and their foreheads rested together, y/n felt more happiness then she ever has. she hasn’t seen her boy since school, and now she’s in his arms again

“i can not wait for you to meet laurel, Steven and belly” he said with that breathtaking smile. “my moms gonna be so excited to see you! and jere-“ “Conrad, Conrad, i can’t wait to meet them either” she smiled, kissing his nose “but right now it’s just us, just me and my boy” he smiled, putting her down onto the ground. “and my girl” he put his hands on her cheeks and smiled down at her. his girl, his forever

in the car, Y/n smiled, looking over at Conrad in the drivers seat of his car, one arm out the window and the other on the steering wheel. “You know beautiful,” he said, switching his hands, placing one on her thigh and the opposite on the wheel. “this whole summer is gonna be us, me and you” y/ns heart almost exploded at that statement. “The rest of of our lives is gonna be me and you” he finished. grabbing her hand and bringing it to his lips. “Forever” he said. “And always” she finished as they pulled into the fishers beach house driveway.

“Let the y/n and Conrad summer begin” he laughed, jumping out of the car, running to the passenger side to open y/ns door. she hopped out, took his hand, and they walked to the door. “We’re home!” he called. A happy Susanna ran from the kitchen followed by a happy jeremiah. “Y/n! how are you beautiful?!” she pulled her sons girlfriend in for a hug. “Susanna hi!” y/n hugged back the woman she thought of as her second mother. and Jeremiah as her second brother, “now is this the girl i’ve been hearing so much about?” Laurel walked from the kitchen just as susanna had moments before. “princess,” y/n looked up at conrad and smiled at the nickname “this is laurel, laurel this is my girlfriend, y/n” laurel pulled y/n in for a hug as Steven walked in to meet her.

“where’s belly?” Conrad asks “She’s upstairs” Jeremiah chuckled, “getting ready for taylor coming in tomorrow ” Steven added. “taylor?” y/n looked up at Conrad again “whose taylor?” Jeremiah almost spit out his water, causing everyone but Conrad to be confused “Your gonna love her” Jere smiled his mischievous smile

That night, Conrad brought y/n to the pool for a swim. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck as the sat in the middle of the pool. “your really beautiful” He says, moving her hair behind her ear. “you are also really beautiful rad boy” she giggled, kissing his lips “No princess, I’m being serious, your like,” he pauses, pulling her chin up. “a shooting star,” he whispers, pulling her in for a deep kiss.

“a shooting star? that’s cheesy” the kiss quickly ended as belly walked out of the house in her bathing suit. “Belly,” Conrad said, as y/n let go of Conrad and swam to the side. “Belly, hi! i’m y/n!” Belly smile half a smile. “hi” she said, sitting on the edge of the pool.

“Belly i told mom we were gonna have the pool to just me and y/n-“ “C, it’s okay” Y/n said, sitting next to belly “C?” belly asked. “his name is Conrad” y/n laughed a nervous laugh “uhm i know i just-“ “Princess it’s okay we can just go walk on the beach” Conrad was embarrassed to say the least, he thought belly would love y/n. because he did.

“princess? Conrad what’s up with you? i thought you said pet names were gross” Belly stood up, turning back to the house. “you say a lot of things before you meet someone who changes it all belly” Conrad said, hoping out of the pool to stand by y/n. “It’s just supposed to be us. the kids and the moms”

“Belly, we arnt kids anymore, people change” Belly huffed, and walked inside, not in the mood for a swim anywhere. “i’m sorry C” y/n said. “baby, what are you even sorry for?” conrad helped y/n stand, and kissed her cheek. “Belly gets protective over tradition, she’s gotta learn that people change” y/n nodded. “let’s go upstairs, yeah?” Conrad grabbed her hand and headed inside.

after they both got changed, they layed in the guest bed looking at each-other. “now i just don’t understand why you can’t sleep in my bed” Conrad said. “have you ever met yourself rad boy?” she laughed, pulling him in for a kiss. A kiss Conrad had been waiting to lay on her lips all day, it was soft and slow. he moved his hand up and down her hip, and his other in her hair. “y/n i wanted to-“ conrad shot up from his spot on the bed, scared it was his mother thinking something else was happening.

“oh hi belly” belly looked at them, with a stoic expression. “i just wanted to apologize but it’s obvious you are busy” and once again, a sweet moment with just the two of them, was no more. “i’m sorry princess, let’s continue this tomorrow okay? belly and jere are gonna be out with taylor, Steven works, and the moms are going shopping so it’ll be just us” y/n laughed

“Goodnight sweet boy” she said” resting her arm on his bicep and pecking his lips. “ill snake in here tomorrow morning and we can lay in bed until belly’s birthday breakfast” Conrad suggested, and y/n smiled “your such a morning horn-dog” he laughed “shhh i am not”

the next morning Conrad did just as he said, and woke y/n up with a kiss. laying next to her for a few extra minutes. Soon, they had all made it downstairs to Belly’s breakfast and everyone started the day off great.

as all of the family left the house, Conrad was excited to have the house to himself and his girl. as the last person in the house, steven, shut the door, Conrad grabbed y/ns hand and they ran to his bedroom.

Conrad sat up in his bed, and y/n sat on his lap, laying her head on his shoulder. “i’ve missed you so much conrad” y/n kissed his cheek. “you do not know how glad i am you could come this summer” Conrad ran his hands down her back, and up her shirt to rest on her bare back. “you know my parents are to busy pampering my little sister to care” she laughed

He smiled, as her hand moved to hold his neck and pull him closer. “i’ve been waiting for this moment since you got here” conrad whispered. “then kiss me stupid” he chuckled, lifting her up and flipping her to lay on the bed. she he kissed her deeply, holding her hips with his hands. her fingers ran through his beautiful hair, and she felt so happy to be in his arms.

their moment was soon ruined by the three people Conrad was hoping would stay out the longest

“This is the girl Conrad chose over you?” “taylor!?” and Jeremiah’s laugh made Conrad crawl off y/n and sit at the end of the bed. he was just about done with everyone ruining his moments with his girl.

“the door was shut! you could’ve knocked.” he crossed his arms as y/n sat up. “chose over her?” y/n asked. Belly shook her head. “she’s not even pretty belly” taylor said, obviously not hiding her presence. “Geez taylor can’t you just stay out of everything!” Conrad yelled. Y/n put her hand on conrad’s shoulder. “C its,” he pushed her hand off his shoulder. “don’t tell me it’s okay.” he snapped, standing up. “i finally get a break from everything and my summer with my girlfriend keeps getting interrupted.”

“Belly we can still have tradition! you have to face that y/n is apart of that now, just like we excepted taylor, with open arms by the way. i’m going off to college next year and it’s not gonna be the same, so get used to it. come on princess”

Conrads little speech made y/n smile. She stood up and apologized to belly, following Conrad close behind. “Connie slow down!” “you never call me connie” “oh your just gonna have to except the change” y/n smirked, jumping on his back. “oh your such a jerk” he said, laughing as he walked down the stares with her on his back.

“you know you love me” she smiled, kissing his cheek from behind his head. “that i do jerk” he smiled, walking outside. “make out on the beach?” “yes sir”

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I’m so sorry for spamming you but my mind is racing with ideas: you put the Life of Bucky Barnes Bucky NSFW art back on my dash and for the first time I thought… who’s taking the picture, Bucky??

And then I thought… maybe they’re recording a sex tape to fuck each other to later. Maybe Bucky will sit behind Steve with Steve’s limbs immobilized, slooowly stroking Steve’s cock as they watch Steve whimper like a whore on the TV, watch how Bucky sunk his teeth into Steve’s chest and shoulder until Steve cried, watch how Bucky rode Steve until Steve’s eyes rolled back into his head.

And the other possibilities… both of them always having a bit of an exhibitionist streak, but they’re possessive enough that it’s really only with each other. Steve used to have Bucky fuck him from behind in front of a mirror so Steve could frantically sketch them before it got to be too much and he had to bury his face in the sheets. Maybe Bucky saved up for months for a second-hand camera and the chemicals to make their own dark room so he could take pictures of his dick stretching Steve’s rim or Steve’s cock in his mouth.

Oh how wonderful the modern world is when it’s so much easier to satisfy these desires, save pieces of each other to enjoy whenever they want.

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Don't apologize! I'm loving this--I love hearing all your ideas.

Ooh, that's a good thought 👀 I've never had that before either. I must've just filed it away as a timer or tripod or something subconsciously, lol.

I fucking love the idea of that drawing being a screenshot from the middle of their sex tape. Like, goddamn, that is perfect.

And then you added on even more perfection in the form of them using the sex tape for later. Woof.

I am obsessed with the idea of power bottom Bucky that you've insinuated here--he's the one riding Steve until his eyes roll back into his head, overwhelmed, and he's the one sinking his teeth into his pale skin, biting until he's bruised, pink and soft and vulnerable like a ripe peach. Bucky is the one that's making Steve feel so good in the video, and he's the one denying Steve of physical pleasure in the moment.

Because of Bucky, Steve is now restrained in front of the TV, watching himself on the big screen. As much as he can, he's squirming, his dick is hard and leaking, aching to be shoved in the tight, wet space of Bucky's fever-hot body, and he's so fucking turned on that even though Bucky hasn't touched them, his nipples are hard, tight peaks. He's slick with sweat. Hair matted to his forehead. Panting. Eyes glued to the screen. Straining to hear every desperate pant, every whore-ish whimper, every slutty moan, and every filthy word or sentence that spills over from Bucky's mouth like thick, intoxicating liquor.

Yeah, Steve is taking in every pixel of pleasure he received as he gets, right now, absolutely none.

Any pleasure he does think he gets... it's all in his head. Unreal. The memory of how the touches felt. The way his nerves twitched and melted. The fire under his skin. The tightening of his muscles. The loss of thoughts, replaced entirely with nothing but, "Bucky, Bucky, Bucky BuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBucky--"

So, by the time they've watched for long enough for the big finish of the video to be approaching, Bucky barely has to wrap up Steve's cock and stroke him once, twice, three times before he's shooting off. Hard enough to see stars with a scream ripping from his chest. Fighting the restraints. Unspeakably worn out, replaying every part of the past experience with the details of this moment--immobilized, spread thin, denied, worn down until Bucky could've breathed on his hurting cock and he would've exploded.

It's exhaustion in the most satisfying way 😮‍💨

Your other possibilities are also very, very delicious, but, goddamn, I couldn't help but latch onto the first one. I do love the idea of Bucky having a secret dark room back in the day, too. I wonder if those photos could've ossibly survived... I'm sure that'd jog Bucky's memory in the future if he found them in Steve's possessions in their shared apartment in the new century 👀

Thank you for sharing!

[matchtaco]

Post the current first sentence(s) of your wips!

hiii, okay it was my turn haha, I don't know what the definition of current would be, so I only looked at the ones I wrote in the last few months, these are not really all, but the ones that at least have more development, I have others that are just ideas, but if you want I can upload (?), I have to thank @alestire, since she mentioned me!! haha, if you like any of these ideas TELL ME WHICH one so I know which one to focus on lol

Tattoo Artist!Max & Fashion Student!Charles

Charles should have predicted that Pierre wouldn't give up on the idea so easily, especially when there was such a hopeful and somehow powerful motive behind it.

2. Doctor!Charles & Driver!Max + abo

It was after 04:30 in the afternoon, the Grand Prix sounded on the screen in front of him, if he approached through the window he would see those cars go through the streets of the Principality, but no one would do it in the same way as him, nobody knew those streets like him, perhaps his brother, but no one else, Charles would have liked to attend, to see Arthur at his first home race, to watch the Monaco Grand Prix from the balcony of his apartment, with his family as they had been when they were children, but he was a newly graduated doctor, so he couldn't afford the luxuries of deciding a time or place of work, he would have to settle for that television in front of him and pray to fate that no one needed his services.

3. Charles leaves Ferrari

BREAKING NEWS: New team from the 2023 season.

The brand new @AudiRacing team, owned by the German brand @Audi, has joined Formula 1.

4. fluff that rots teeth + abo

Charles was walking through the Catalan circuit with Pierre next to him, he was aware that Max, Daniel and Lando were close, but there was enough distance that they couldn't hear anything of their conversation.

5. University students + fluff and angst

Charles was lying on the spacious bed in the master bedroom, his classes were killing him, he knew he would have to get up to study for his International Relations exam, his backpack scattered on the dining room table was an indication that he would, he had to, no was far away, his apartment wasn't very big but he could live comfortably there with his boyfriend and his two cats, but he had no intention of getting up, his head was beating in a way that seemed to have a heart there, he was alone since his boyfriend still had two hours of class, so it was time to be miserable alone.

6. second chance + abo

"Max, listen to me, I need you to turn around as slowly and stealthily as possible" Daniel said, looking at something behind his friend.

7. marriage of convenience + heavy emotional hurt/comfort

<<Monaco will no longer be a tax haven.

Prince Albert II of Monaco has chosen to clean up the oasis image...>>

The news had exploded like an atomic bomb inside the paddock.

8. apocalypse + abo

Max was caressing Charles's four-month-pregnant belly, the current three-time world champion was sitting on a sofa with his partner lying on said sofa with the omega's legs on Verstappen's legs, the Dutch alpha did not want his partner to accompany him to the Grand Prix of Abu Dhabi, but the omega had told him that this would be the last grand prix that could accompany him until the baby is born, and as much as Max would have liked to protest, he was right, even if it had been up to the Dutchman he would not have left his home in Monaco and had installed his mother there, brothers, nephews, brothers-in-law, mother-in-law, Daniel along with Michael and Lando with Carlos (and Pierre along with his family also probably at Charles's insistence).

9. Trophy Husband!Charles

“If he were to escape with Pierre and abandon you, I applaud him,” Lado intervened, looking at the Dutch driver.

I like to write abovese, hurt/comfort stuff and extremely long fics. I really think that everyone already did it, it also makes me ashamed @, BUT if you're reading this and you're a writer, I mention you @ writers lestappies it is your opportunity to demonstrate your beautiful talent with your wips, mention me with which it you @@ and that's it haha

[tiredassmage]

more bg blorbo posting!

longer time blog friends may recall something of rhyst as my jedi knight from swtor, but he also has an older sister, rhiannon! and true to form, trying to get their looks right in bg3 was a hell i spent like three hours slogging through for each of them because despite how long i've had them as ocs, they're probably one of the bigger mysteries to me as far as appearance. [which i think, case in point, rhyst has gone ginger since the last time i've posted about him. dyed ginger at least as far as swtor edition is concerned, but ginger nonetheless!]

i've been back and forth on the details of these siblings... pretty much since i decided that they were siblings. and rhyst always gives me interesting conundrums because he's technically cut out of the same cloth as tyr is and a lot of that, thematically, still likes to show up and leave me feeling like a wet dog in flooding road pothole during a storm. that also meant for a while that him and tyr shared some similarities in appearance, too, and while i've decided my brain might explode if i tried to address that in the galaxy far, far away, i thought i could have a bit more fun with complicating everything in their fantasy land adventures, lol!

so! rhyst i have made as an oath of ancients paladin, and in my heart a paladin of tyr [i'll address that in two seconds, i promise, lol]. i've been lazy on downloading the deities mod i'm pretty sure exists for paladins bc i'm not ready to get into his playthrough for real yet [or rather, the latest one. considering he has seen. a few attempts already in bg. i swear, this man and not knowing what he really looks like driving me absolutely batty], but i might yet. anyway, that's not particularly important. he's the younger of the siblings by a year or two and is generally like a really, really happy to see you labrador. rhyst is kind of a burning idealist and kind-hearted. he's ready to look for the best in just about anyone, or at least acknowledge that, if circumstances had been different, people he winds up crossing blades with may have seen differently. he's fond of stories of heroes and i'd say he's... the kind of still young enough where he hasn't had his ideals and drives of "why can't we all just get along" thoroughly tested yet; the world hasn't had a chance to jade him.

rhiannon is a light domain cleric of kelemvor and sometimes the one that's a little bit more ready to start swingin' of the siblings. [though if you put them both in the same room, they can mutually come to a conclusion that bashing things is the correct way to resolve a problem, and will do so with gusto.] while both of them can hold fairly rigid to their sense of right and wrong, i think rhiannon has had a teensy bit more practical world experience and was the bolder traveler of the two of them.

and with harper heritage, both of them firmly stand by doing what needs to be done.

both are born and raised in baldur's gate, primarily by their mother, a city druid. what they know of their father is mostly stories, but rhiannon might've met him once or twice.

so, the reason i mentioned tyr [the oc] in all of this, lol, is bc i keep making bg-edition of his family group bigger, lol.

the man, the myth, the legend, etc etc. tyr who i've realized i should probably start calling oliver in baldur's gate to steal a leaf out of one of his covers bc for all the 'finding new paths in life' after spending his first couple of decades working as an assassin, going by the name of the in-universe god of justice is maybe a bit more sacrilegious than i'd diagnose him with. not that the man is particularly faithful to authority and the divine, exactly, but he's also not looking to pick a fight with the god of justice. a few others, maybe more so, but that's getting ahead of ourselves.

so before oliver sort of settled down for good and moved out of the city, he did spend a little time with the harpers, and that kids, is how i met your mother. [badumtsh!] (whom i still have to name. rip)

it's a relatively short relationship i imagine, compared to the fact that oliver's now married with two other daughters (one biological and one adopted), but also pretty amicably ended. i think rhyst and rhiannon's mother wasn't quite interested in keeping up with the likes of the harpers anymore and was a bit more ready to settle in, where oliver still saw work to do [and involvements to atone for, which is perhaps deserving of a post of it's own because gods know him and alucren have. (gestures) Things going on between them].

so, ~unfortunately for dear mum, rhiannon and rhyst sort of inherited the harper's bug, and a nose that wouldn't leave a layman's "well enough" alone. rhiannon seeks to lay to rest the undead i think partly inspired by dear old dad's previous connections as an assassin, and rhyst pursued the path of a paladin inspired by heroic tales and talk of honor and following codes and oaths taken.

undecided just how involved in the plot i'll get them, but i do think it'd be a lil fun to at least have one version of events where there's a kinda silly family reunion to the tune the likes of "of course you'd be in the middle of all of this. how can we help?" [oliver and jaheira shaking hands and sighing over wrangling strong-willed kids]

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demon slayer rant cause i can (manga spoilers)

haven’t really thought about kny since forcing myself to be un-hyperfixated on it once 2021 hit. been casually following it since the mugen train movie came out in theaters due to being busy with life and having read the manga so i know everything to expect (to put this into perspective-- i was finishing up my sophomore year in hs when i first watched the anime and now im about to be a second-year college student) but with this recent season following some of my top characters (genya, muichiro, and mitusri) and knowing my other top characters (giyuu) are about to become important again i can’t help thinking deeply about it (and to reiterate, manga spoilers past ‘read more’ youve been warned)

the reason why i wanted to rant about kny was the handling of the upcoming training arc. it’s a short arc, but incredibly important for character development and set pieces for the last arc. at first, maybe a movie adaption like mugen train but i don’t think that’s a good way to adapt it, for the sole reason that anime onlys will see ‘training arc’ and just chalk it up to filler (which-- it kinda is but shhhhh), so obviously it has to be apart of a season. i however don’t believe it should be it’s own season like how the last two arcs have been adapted just cause it is a shorter arc, i think at tops it should be six episodes with one episode being dedicated to giyuu’s backstory like (like ep 8 of s3) and the sixth episode ending on the ubuyashiki estate exploding and the crows delivering the news of the final battle starting. this is a weird thing to rant on but whatever. this leads me to believe the smartest choice for ufotable is to make s4 the last season altogether and have around the same amount of episodes as s1 and maybe even an extra episode or two just to do the story justice. 

another thing i want to ramble about is how i believe zenitsu and obanai were done dirty in the story. every other main character was treated with respect and were able to be taken seriously except these two, with zenitsu just being the “comic relief” and obanai basically being a second thought. like, his backstory was thrown at us out of left field we only spent time with him one-on-one for like a chapter until his backstory. i wish he was treated with more respect (this also might just be the fact one of my closest alters in my system is an obanai fictive because i originally did not like obanai LOL). that’s why near the end of my time in the fandom i literally created an entire arc in my head that i maybe told like one other person that would develop their characters more and be treated seriously (willing to go more in-depth with that arc if asked).

i think lastly what i want to go on about is how i genuinely love the shinazugawa brothers. now while genya is in my top three of kny characters, sanemi isn’t in my top lists but goddamn do i love him, i think i just kinda love every character especially now that i grown up and love obanai more. but the story with the sinazugawa brothers is so beautiful i can’t describe it. if i had to decribe it, i would say they are the perfect foils to tanjiro and nezuko. both are siblings with a demon/demon-adjacent sibling but tanjiro protects nezuko in a different way than how sanemi protects genya, cause sanemi genuinely believes genya should have stayed far away from the demon slayer corps so he wouldn’t lose him, using the guise of hate by pushing him away, but tanjiro wants to keep his sister close to him to protect her. it’s very beautiful and i have more to say about them but i have to wake up early in the morning to begin my summer job lol.

i will just end this whole thing with my ask box is open if anyone wants to discuss kny more or just have any questions for me about the show.