#at the same time i'm also learning the ropes of my own position

[hirazuki]

Ugh, I really want to finish editing this chapter so I can keep my posting streak going (9 weeks straight!), but my head is so full of work-related information that I am literally buzzing; vibrating at high speed.

Here's hoping that going to bed will help the storage space in my brain and I can work on it tomorrow T_T

[mod2amaryllis]

I'm waiting for this migraine to die so I'm gonna tell you guys about Marshall, the dog who made me quit. read on if you wanna learn about extended quarantine and why this job sucks sometimes and other times is the most rewarding thing on the planet, often for the same reasons lmao.

in 2021, the weight of covid was kinda crashing down. i heard this was the case for a lot of health workers. we switched into emergency mode throughout 2020 and powered through, then the rest of the world decided to try and "get back to normal" a year later, giving no regard to the people who'd been working like a speeding train with the brakes off all that time. i was losing it!!! add a few more hay bales to my back when we hired a new doc who was the most demanding dude I'd ever met (still is, but we've come to some understanding lol) and who decided to run me as ragged as possible the first day he was left to his own devices.

that was the day Marshall came in.

i didn't talk about this back then because the outcome of the case was uncertain and the details so specific, but here's the run down knowing that 2 years later, Marshall is living his best life. when he was a baby, too young to have received a rabies vaccine, his owners found a rabies positive bat in the house. the state vet will always recommend euthanasia in these situations, OR, if you can somehow find and afford the option, a 6 month quarantine. this was such a tragic situation the owners were willing to try to save him. my clinic happens to have a decent isolation ward that's rarely in use; we use it for infectious patients like parvo puppies, uri's that have to be hospitalized, etc. so my boss agreed to take him for those 6 months. but the owners' caveat was that if he wasn't mentally adjusting to isolation after a couple weeks, they would euthanize so as not to put him through it and leave him with lifelong behavior issues.

that day, when animal control brought Marshall in the middle of an insane rush, we were short staffed and already at the end of our ropes with this new doc. i was the only qualified person who could talk to the officer. i was the only person who could take him back to isolation. the act of putting a 12 week old puppy in a 4 x 4 run where i knew he would either spend 6 months untouched, or never see the outside again, broke me. last straw.

i was a mess, for the rest of that day and the rest of that weekend having to go in and take care of him, when it was too early for him to adjust so i was sure he wouldn't make it. I'd come home sobbing. eventually jose was just like, "this isn't worth it any more," and i sent in a two weeks notice. i'd come close to doing so many times in the previous 6 years but never pulled the trigger. it took a total meltdown. my managers responded with regret, but understanding.

i wish i could've just felt free and done with it but for those two weeks i was just uncertain. this job is so complicated. the benefits for my pets are enormous; it's my main social network; it's income; I'm good at it and it gives me purpose. it's just also hell on earth! with no pressure from anyone else one way or the other, by the end of two weeks I'd decided to instead try going part time. that's where I'm at 2 years later so guess it worked lol.

but! there was still Marshall. shortly after we took him, we also happened to get a call for the same situation on 2 cats, and decided to take them as well. 3 animals on a 6 month quarantine. very new and daunting for all of us.

that first weekend was hard, but slowly, Marshall figured things out. it was the least ideal situation imaginable and i was at rock bottom and so was he, but i had this moment of like.....ok. if he wants to make this work, I'm gonna do as right by him as possible. and of course all us techs were helping him (one of my road dog coworkers always opened so i referred to her as his "morning mom") but i in particular took a special interest in training and enrichment. it became a passion. i was working less, but i volunteered extra weekends so i could see him more.

he was so young he hadn't even done much basic command training, and the fact that i couldn't touch him at all was a challenge. i started with a clicker to signal I'd rolled a treat into his run, since i couldn't give it to him directly. over those months we went through the basics: sit, down, paw, touch, using a back scratcher for a hand. part of the worry was him getting enough exercise; we noticed that when he'd get agitated, he'd jump on the bars non stop. i was like hmm that might be our only option, so i made "up" a command. i'd basically run burpies for exercise, up-sit-down-sit-up. he was a fast learner, very attentive. seeing him keep his wits about him like that was straight up thrilling. he even "potty trained" himself, barking like crazy whenever he'd go to the bathroom so we'd know right away he needed the run cleaned.

in the ward, there are 2 runs and 3 kennels. i trained Marshall to go back and forth between runs so we could clean. we'd have his food waiting for him in the next run over so he could eat while we'd clean; at the midday switch, he'd have a doggie popsicle. he was such a smart dog i knew toys and treats alone weren't cutting it for enrichment, and i couldn't constantly train him when i still had to be doing the rest of my job.

i started having everyone save every single box and paper-packaging that came in. i'd unfold some boxes for "bedding," so he'd at least have something between him and the concrete (he'd chew and eat any blanket we tried giving him). the rest, i turned into puzzles. i put treats inside and closed them up. put big boxes on their side in his run so he could go in and out. crumpled up paper-packaging with treats mixed in for him to dig through. every day i'd turn one run into a box-toy paradise, let him in, clean the other, and by the time i was checking back in on him he was snoozing in a pile of destruction. success. when other techs wouldn't go to the same lengths, i'd stay late pre-making his boxes and telling people to just throw them in dammit. i also queued several ambient sound playlists, birdsong cityscapes etc, to play on the weekend days when he was alone for long periods.

the months went by like this. i learned more about training, enrichment, and most specifically quarantine than i ever had outside of my experiences with my own puppies. we fell into a routine. we straight up loved each other, he was part of my life. he'd been this horrible trigger and pretty much doubled my workload, but he got to live.

then there were the cats! they were a little easier than Marsh just because they were already adults so didn't have all this energy to wrangle. for them, daily cleaning of course, taking turns going into the 1 empty kennel where i'd have treats, catnip, and other "new" smells waiting for them. for enrichment i focused on reconfiguration. every 2-3 days i'd rearrange things in their kennels, with the big pieces being a litter box, a bed, and an upright sturdy box (so they could either be in it or on top of it, giving them one upper level). it was habitat tetris. we'd play with strings and use the back scratcher for pets. then about every week, i'd switch their kennels to slightly change their view AND traded beds to mingle scents. they were from the same household and we were worried there'd be difficulty re-bonding after not being in direct contact for so long. they also did very well by the end of 6 months aside from gaining a lot of weight (oops). i learned just as much from them, and would love to help anyone else who might struggle with needing to quarantine pets.

i've seen people posting for help about similar situations and just wanna scream from the rooftops: the beginning is very daunting and hopeless, but animals aren't like us!!!!!! they do the best with what they got!!!!! if you work hard and keep them clean and develop a routine it'll all work out!!!!! Marshall walked out of there at 6 months a normal happy puppy in desperate need of a haircut.

it's interesting because i've never interacted much with his owners. i don't think they know i'm the one who kept him from losing his mind in there, even though everyone else at the clinic does, and i'm weirdly ok with that. the other day he came in cuz the dummy ate a bunch of meds he wasn't supposed to; the doc brought him to the back and instantly, Marshall rushed right for me. he still remembers me in a good way. there's still love. it's like...one of the few patient relationships i've had that feels truly deeply personal. in retrospect i think he had a bigger hand in healing my relationship with this career and animals in general than i realized at the time.

so thanks for making me quit Marshall. i feel a lot better now.

(i don't have any pics of him from that time (tragic ssd card accident) but he was an overgrown doodle puppy so he looked like this.)

[arget-star]

He literally spoon feed us about umemiya, tsubakino, kaji and suzuri backstories. Their backstories were so detailed in centric chapters. Their lore is more interesting and rich than the mc which is awful thing. Sakura's trauma root isn't explored enough. We need a centric arc about his past before bofurin

I, for one, would make the distinction that Nii-sensei wasn't spoon feeding us those backstories so much as providing context for the character--and how their experiences, in some way, shape, or form--related to whatever Sakura's going through at that point in the story.

Take Kaji, for example. During the KEEL arc, Natori hinted at Kaji's past by taunting him during their fight. We, as the reader, can then clearly inference Kaji wasn't always this restrained when fighting. But! We don't see actual backstory until much later, during the Noroshi arc in chapters 123-124!

So the hints we get from the KEEL arc are meant to serve that specific moment in the story--namely, Sakura learning how to prioritize who to fight (and protect) and not get caught up in the taunts.

Then there's Ume. Sure, we got an entire arc dedicated to his background, but there was a reason. Ume didn't want Sakura to walk into that Noroshi fight blindly. Sakura is an outsider, so of course he doesn't know anything about what happened before Bofurin's formation. But to my original point, we, the reader, are given Ume's past at this certain time in the story because Sakura--wether he can really admit it or not--is fighting to save Makochi, which is the exact same reason why Ume formed Bofurin. Both Sakura and Ume love this town.

As Ume even says, he and Sakura are the same, so it's important Sakura knows the history and what exactly he's fighting for. After all, Sakura was singled out to fight Endo--wouldn't you want your friend (or little brother, to use Ume's terminology) having not just the history, but the proper motivation to fight?

I could go on using all the examples you gave, but this is already a long post and I'm afraid it's not as coherent as I want it to be.

I'll leave you with my final thoughts: Sakura's lore is rich. It's subtle, but we know everything we need to know about why he's in Bofurin, why he's a little tsundere about positive interactions, and why he is absolutely scared out of his wits about being seen as a leader (grade captain.) That's pretty rich to me! We even see him leap off the metaphorical tight rope he was walking along and fully embrace his life in Bofurin.

I don't need (or want) to see chapter after chapter of child!Sakura experiencing trauma. It was enough to see the look of absolute shock on his face when he got invited to Class 1-1's summer break beach party in chap 169. (As a personal aside, I was also bullied and ostracized from my peers as a child, for reasons outside my control. I don't need to see any of that spelled out on the page for me to understand how Sakura feels.)

Not to say I'm not curious about his past! But i'm more interested in knowing other things: what happened with his family? Did he ever try changing his looks to fit in? How, exactly, did he hear about Furin, and when did he decide he'd take over?

WBk is a perfectly enjoyable manga to read without knowing every single detail of the MC's life. Sakura himself has even admitted there are secrets people don't want to talk about, so it means he's not ready to reveal his past! Either in his own head (the way we saw Kaji's past) or out loud (like how Ume explained his story).

I totally understand that reading is subjective and everyone has different tastes. I hope that my answer helped you understand a bit more why I, personally, adore WBk's story and don't believe the lack of insanely detailed fleshed out backstory for the MC is an awful thing. We'll get that arc when Sakura himself has reached the point he can tell others about it.

[vro0m]

How do you think George would fit into your “Lewis breaks his teammates” essay? Do you reckon he still has the same power or do you think it is more likely that it would be the opposite this time? I am asking because we have seen many times how the young guy wears out the older one (Vettel-Leclerc dynamic for comparison) but I cannot quite my finger on Lewis yet in this situation (not necessarily race performance but mentally)

Anon, you're kinda throwing me in a minefield!

It's extremely difficult to make predictions, so many things can happen. The short answer is : I don't know. The long answer is under the cut.

I'm biased as fuck, because I want Lewis to win his 8th, finish on a high, and be able to retire with at least some level of peace of mind but I tried to be fair.

I know you said 'not necessarily race performance but mentally', but these two things go hand in hand. They're both good, although at very different points of their career, and they're both hungry. That's basically what I said about them in the Lewis breaks his teammates essay. That and the fact that it had obvious potential for drama. Their results are weirdly on par, excluding the rare mishaps they've each had these two seasons. When you look at the graph of their respective results, the curves are so similar! And that's admittedly throwing me a bit because despite knowing George is a good driver, I honestly didn't expect him to be able to keep up with Lewis that well, especially from the get-go. I know some people claim it's proof Lewis is past his prime but I think that's bullshit and also a bit insulting for George, tbh.

Ultimately, I think if one of them has to come out on top, it's gonna be the one who manages to not get devoured by his own hunger.

George needs to learn what Lewis has learnt in his own time, what all young drivers need to learn when they get into cars that allow them to at least somewhat race : self-control. Don't rush, wait for the gap. Don't get too greedy, remember the big picture. Don't overdo it, know when to push and when to lift. Don't let it get to your head, think before you talk. Where he can struggle if it comes down to it, is making too many mistakes in a row and losing confidence, on or off track. Especially if they manage to fix the stupid car, and he finds himself sparring with Lewis on the regular for good positions, he's gonna need to be able to stay calm and stand his ground without getting into trouble because Lewis has been doing it for a while, and he's not gonna spare him. I know we like to paint him as very kind — and he might be, off track — but on track he's ruthless. He is a mostly clean racer nowadays, I truly believe so, but that's because he's received so many penalties over the years that he knows exactly where the limit of what's allowed, or can be argued as allowed, is and he will drive right on that edge without even having to think about it. George is gonna have to figure out the rules of this game on his own, like they all do. Lewis is not gonna teach George the ropes. He's not gonna give him the answers. He's not gonna foster him. He might help the team but he's not gonna help him. He's not a mentor. He's a racer. And while George is figuring himself out, Lewis is gonna race.

Lewis has a lot of shit to prove, again. People have been saying he's too old, people have been claiming he's about to retire, people have been saying nobody's ever won a race after their 300th start, people don't want Schumacher's record to be beaten and especially not by him, and let me not get into AD21. On top of that, the car is bad. However hard it is for George, it's still an upgrade for him. It's a definite downgrade for Lewis. He needs to be patient but he's running out of time. He needs to adjust his expectations but he's barely ever known anything but the top. He needs to be a leader for the whole team but George is becoming a threat. He needs to stay calm, composed, and confident but he's always been a paranoid control-freak with a justified chip on his shoulder. As much as George might trip over himself, I believe Lewis' weakness is Mercedes. Just like George's struggle is currently showing here and there in his racecraft, Lewis' struggle is currently showing here and there in his relationship to the team. He's struggled with having to rely on other people doing their thing for him to do his thing forever. As long as it worked it worked, but now it's not working. First of all he has to grapple with the reality that his teammate is not a throwaway anymore. But I believe (tentatively) that as long as it's a fair fight, he won't get destabilised on track. However, if he feels like they keep fucking up the strategy or that they're favouring or being too lenient with George... As soon as he gets it into his head that they don't have his back, it's over for him. It might become a real test of his maturing and growth.

As for how it's gonna end, time will tell.

[relleytrots]

Character Build: Thin-Blood Party Planner

I've made no secret of having redesigned Sorcha a couple of times.

This is the character who leapt out at me when I first read the V5 corebook, before there were rules for Hecata or Oblivion, before Blood Sigils, before I really understood Alchemy and, crucially, before the Method. It is, thus, time to go back to square one, to look at those rules again and build the underground party planner, the Instagram vampire, the thinblood extraordinaire.

Step zero: are you taking Alchemy at the start? It's not an immediate "hell yeah" although it is the kewl power selling point for Thinbloods. I get the impression that alchemy can take over the thinblood experience to an extent, and maybe you want to focus more on the combinations of strengths and weaknesses the Merits and Flaws create, or the political position of the Thinblood who doesn't have the scary new power to offer but has some other kind of leverage. Actually, that's a good one... I'm gonna remember that...

For this concept, we're rolling with Alchemy.

First up, Attributes. Statistical priorities for thinbloods are tricky because the different Alchemical approaches key off different stats depending on the athanor, the crucible the Thinblood uses. It could be Stamina (for the tum-tum), Manipulation (for other people's tum-tums) or Intelligence (for lab equipment). They also, rules as written, don't have a Predator Type, because V5 is intently selling them as something post-millennial, too recent to have learned the ropes to that extent.

So. Concept has to do a lot more heavy lifting here, and for my money any of these could work. Downing your components and dancing the night away to shake 'em up? Taking pretty people home and keeping them there until the brew's done? Making your own batches at home in the same lab you use for your own molly and acid? Tell you what, let's whap 3 dots in each of the core abilities for Alchemists and you, the player, can pick the method that suits your principles and play the best. I'll put the 4 in Dexterity as a good all-rounder physical stat, and write off Resolve as this is quite a flighty character, not committed to much of anything besides having a good time and not dying.

I see this character as a Socialite, an it-girl slumming it, an influencer. Technology and Finance at 3, both niche picks but with their corner case uses to a coterie, and very modern. Etiquette and Insight at 2, a character who knows the right things to say to everyone. Life events wise, I want Streetwise and Science for the small-time drug-dealer concept, and that gives me "bad breakup" and "college education" in the backstory. For hobbies, I'm going for Medicine (she knows first aid), Performance (dance) and Larceny (she likes to live dangerously sometimes).

For my free picks? Persuasion and Subterfuge, leaning into what's quite a social focus, at 2 dots each. The 1 dots into Academics, Athletics, Awareness, and Stealth, mainly commonplace pools where I don't want to be completely flopping.

Now we need Thin-Blood Merits and Flaws. Alchemy is our first Merit, and we need something to counterbalance it: I'm going for Sloppy Drinker from the Player's Guide, since we have a decent Dexterity + Medicine pool. This character's going to live in the public eye, so Day Drinker and Lifelike are going to be handy. To balance them out I'm taking Sun-Faded (so she can be active in daylight, but can't use Disciplines, giving her a reason to be active at night at all) and Unending Hunger (when she does let herself be a vampire, it's a Problem, especially given her low Willpower).

She starts with one Alchemy formula, and there are so many to choose from, but I'm going to stick with the drug dealer concept and pick Elevate (Blood Sigils) as the bedrock.

Finally, let's get into Merits and Flaws.

Some of these pick themselves. I've gone for Haven 3, in this case indicating a small house that's big enough for a home laboratory where the drugs get made; instead of single dots in a range of Backgrounds I've gone for Side Hustle from the Player's Guide for a "ghost Merit" with broad applications; and the last two points have gone into Fame and Herd, one dot each, representing devotion from the 18-25 scene.

For Flaws, I've picked Stalkers - a cycle of exes or, perhaps, former athanoi who remember all the ill shit she made them swallow - and Knowledge Hungry, representing a drive to learn more about alchemy and sell her own grandma to get there.

And there we have it. We've built a baby Alchemist!

[marbles-eyes]

Hi

Using this as a journal, basically, life's is better but still stressful.

In 2023, I started a job as an educational psychologist, the work I thought it made sense to me. And it still does. But it is stressful, and so much to learn, and feeling like I'm still getting the ropes but being asked so much from me that I was constantly thinking "next year will be better". And then, I receive a complaint and it took me a while to understand its context and content and accept it, because I felt like it was a nail in coffin saying "you're not good enough even if it's something you like". Including health problems on my family and money worries, I was sad.

So, I started resolutions again. While I wasn't working, I tried to comfort myself thinking of the future, establishing goals for when I started working, well, that didn't work as I wanted, but okay. This time, I did it again, thinking what's gonna be like in 2024 and it somewhat worked:

I said to myself I would only go back to work after the holidays if I started theraphy and I did it;

I tried to organize my work and rethink my practice, something that compare to last year its actually better, so many challenges have come that I felt more confident and less lost handling;

I started gym last month, which its something I have never done and I like being in movement, and I already got a something like a friend in it which is great because I don't talk to anyone outside of my work in person because I moved out from my family's house because of my job;

I've been trying to reconnect to two close friends from university and it's a work in progress;

And I've been trying to take better care of myself and my health, which it's also a work in progress with less sucess than the other one.

But my job its still my job, so there's a lot of pressure, a lot of demands and so many things and changes that are happening at the same time, so I'm feeling stressed and making mistakes, I gained weight, my sleep have not been as resting, and putting myself in a position where things are a mess and ashamed that I can't deal with my responsabilities and having to apologize for it, and own it.

So, as a way of trying to calm myself down, I turn to the future again: new resolutions are basically ready, I want to distract myself reasearching about my goals, but then I need to make them part of my day to day life, and that's the hard part.

I want this year to be over already but at the same time, not yet, because then I will have the time to make myself a little more proud and less bad about what I couldn't do.

[kendo413]

Life is strange: true colors

None of my friends in real life have played any LIS game, so i will be sharing my thoughts on LIS TC with the Void. If only so it's out of my brain.

I am also someone who has no interest in BTS or LIS 2. I believe everything I need to know about Rachel Amber is in the first game and am not going to play a prequel that just reaffirms that she is complex and mysterious. From what i can tell, everyone's opinions in the first game are all a little bit true and I'm good, thank you. So keep in mind that I've only played the original and can only compare to the original, so I'm probably incorrect.

Also, spoilers if you haven't played it yet. I just played it yesterday because it was on sale. Otherwise, I wouldn't have given it a chance.

Alex gets control of her powers way too quickly.

Hours after arriving in Haven, she has an episode, and then when faced with equally intense emotion, she can deal with it despite herself being in a terrifying position. When Max needed her powers the most, they failed her, and I think there should have been more of a learning curve for Alex. Alex hid away from herself for years, so she is effectively in the same boat as Max. Yeah, she had known her powers for longer, was aware, and tried to manage, but to pull out actively using them so effectively was abrupt.

I apparently beat the game in <10 hours.

Super glad i waited for it to be on sale. I know I missed some collectibles, but dang.

Not a ton of story to play through

I'm replaying now to try and find things i missed, and I know this has a looser timeline than LIS, but I was expecting... more. More plot points, maybe more stakes to deal with. Honestly, the threats to Steph/Ryan could have come sooner so there could be more development there. Maybe Alex pulls back from them for safety. Maybe we find out more about the Big Evil Plot, which I'm still not super clear on what the vote was for. Maybe Alex loses some grip on her control without their stability/support.

Again, it's unfair for me to compare to LIS which was released episode by episode, so they absolutely needed to have distinct and compelling plot points to bring you back. Here, it's split into chapters more like a movie rather than a comic book that you can abandon at any time, if that makes sense.

It was easy to leave Haven

Nobody in that town is shown to give a single f about Alex outside of Bench Girl and text messages. Alex lost her brother, but they all leaned on Alex to fix them or listen to their drama. I get its part of the story, part of who Alex has always tried to be since her mom died. Also, there's helping people with their problems to manage your own problems, and then there is telling the guy who cut the rope you forgive him. Forgiving him was wild to me.

Leaving with Steph was even easier.

Steph is the only one who looked at Alex and said, "Holy shit, you need a doctor," without an ulterior motive. Ryan turned on Alex. Eleanor basically called Alex crazy. Pike and Charlotte were my own fault for not being able to side with Alex, but damn. Even if Steph had been platonic and offered Alex to run away with her, I'd have chosen that.

Also, she is super adorable in her flirting and internal gay panic over being flirted with. And the larp stuff was dope - witch Steph was extra adorable.

Their dad...

...did not need to be in the mine. That felt excessive. I don't remember if there was any notion of Gabe looking for their dad and following the trail to Haven in his effects, hence why I'm starting over to actually read (not skim) over his effects. It felt kind of cheap. What Jed did was awful enough without trying to make the situation more significant in that Haven was nearly the end of her whole family line. If nothing else game decision-wise happened with Eleanor, that would be a good enough reason for her to think Alex is cracked.

Excessive development in texts.

If the events take place over the course of 2 weeks, we get to experience like 3 days, give or take. I would have loved more of the little bullshit scenes that develop relationships instead of having to dice through texts. They don't have to be the intense "i will fix your crippling emotional state" things. Honestly, some of that, like the opportunity to neutralize Charlotte's anger, were overstepping or uninteresting to me.

It would have been great to see where Steph's loyalty had developed beyond being the only one who cared that Alex clearly didn't throw herself down a mineshaft. Maybe play through jam sessions and trade stories beyond Gabe's influence on their lives. Honestly, puzzling out the jukebox song was so much fun, and I wanted more of that.

Charlotte

I don't understand what it is like to lose a lover, especially not like that. Grief does messed up things in the mind, so i can see why she's turning that rage all over the place. I get the hatred towards her kid - ethan was told not to go in the mines, Alex warned them, and they reiterated not to go to the mines. He went to the mines anyway, and Gabe died. Yes, typhon was evil corpo jerkbags and didn't heed a warning, but if he had stayed home, no one would have died. No one would have been the wiser about Jed and typhon.

I am so glad the game didn't make me take her rage away. Anger is one of the stages of grief, and she seems to let go of some of it if you leave her alone. I saw a few reddit threads where folks call her terrible for hating her child, but by her own admission, she also hasn't allowed herself to express her feelings/grief. Bottled rage like that is toxic, and she knows it's awful to have those thoughts, but. Yeah. I feel like I'm getting circular and have been in several spots in here.

This got long, but my ramblings are over. I just needed to get that out of my head. In conclusion: the locals kinda suck(except for Riley), corpo scum is always corpo scum no matter how idyllic the setting, Steph is amazing, and in my game, they run off to Salem together.

If anyone does read this and knows of good fic on ao3 to link for Steph/Alex, I'd love a rec.

[teecupangel]

Adding fuel to the fire of COD and AC crossover. Although you don't have modern warfare 1 and 2 reboot (that's okay) I hope you'll get the game soon but I guess stick to cut scenes in YouTube up to you. (I'm the OG anon who requested the Cod x AC, hi, how you been?)

https://youtu.be/g3GPMpevdRQ

That's the link of Phillip graves's betrayal. The detail that his name changes color of his status and same with General Shepherd in an another cut scene and it made me think of Desmond using eagle vision saw him changed color especially this is the moment Philip graves mentioned him as an assassin and the brotherhood in that and the 141 task force + Alejandro and Rudy learned about and you know spice up with angst. I believe Farah makes Desmond possibly go soft on her and treat her like a sister cause her strong personality reminds me of Claudia. I don't know what will be the first impression of Alex to Desmond (They might get along cos they are Americans lol). I want the task force be amazed (Desmond deserves all the positive attention at the dual his hidden blades, hidden gun, parkour and rope dart (Connor definitively knows how) and maybe sharing his wisdom *cough* bleeding effects *cough* of the views and tenants of the creed. Sorry for the long ask. Enjoy my heart emojis for you 💘💝💖💗💓💞💕💟❣️❤️‍🔥❤🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🤎🖤🩶🤍

All current AC x COD short fics/drabbles: the OG question that started it all together with 2 small drabbles, Desmond and the 141 ‘bonding’

(I’ve been great, nonny, thanks for asking. I did find a cheap mw one but all mwii are still not that cheap. Hahaha. Although, full confession: I watched the scenes with Ghost and Soap in it because they’re my favorite in the og mw so I did see Graves’ betrayal scene XD)

He'll definitely be like "I like this one" with Farah and Alex would be a bit jealous because he is kinda like Farah's yes man. If Desmond is ever going to have a 'recruit' in MW, it'll either be Ramirez and/or Farah. Alex and Desmond would probably be sus over one another because Alex is CIA and Desmond is pretending to be CIA XD

If you're wondering why I answered that first before Graves... weeeelllll...

So I have another confession to make. I had a plan for Graves and Shadow Company (and Shepherd) being Assassins in this fic and now that you asked, I have an excuse to write this scene XD

This will also answer a question from @twitcherpated :

does the 141 ping as blue to Desmond? Gold? Something else?

Have a little fic where I give Graves and Shadow Company more... uuuhhh... I wanna say 'deeper connection'?

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Desmond knew something was up even before they reached the barricade that had suddenly popped up at the entrance of Los Vaqueros’ base.

Desmond had his Eagle Vision activated the entire ride, more as a precaution than anything else. Alejandro, Soap, and Ghost were as blue as always with Ghost’s blue the most vibrant of them all.

He missed the blues of the rest of 141 and Ramirez’ but they had their own mission to take care of.

And Desmond had been consoling himself with the blues of Graves and Shadow Company.

It was nice…

Being surrounded by blues for once.

Especially by fellow Assassins like Shadow Company.

Which was why the sudden white of their forms just before they reached the gates immediately made Desmond wary.

Something was happening…

And the blues of Shadow Company was now being slowly smothered by the white like some kind of fading gradient.

Desmond followed his team as they got out of the car at the same time Graves and his men came out of theirs but he kept his hands on his ACR, just in case.

Desmond took a step forward to follow Alejandro but stopped when Ghost placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly. Desmond turned to look at Ghost who simply shook his head at him almost unnoticeably while Alejandro loudly asked, ���What’s this?”

“This is the immediate future.” Graves answered calmly, his tone having lost all casualness he used to show to 141 and Alejandro, “Step away from the gate.”

“What?” Soap asked with furrowed brows.

“You’re crazy, this is my base.” Alejandro reminded them as he raised his arms briefly.

“It’s not a base. This is a sizeable facility and I admire it.” Graves glanced at Desmond as he announced, “So we’ll be using it as our bureau for this operation.”

Desmond froze at those words while Graves continued, turning his attention back to Alejandro and Soap, “You boys have been relieved. Thank you for your service.”

“No, no, no.” Alejandro immediately spoke with growing fury in his voice, “I don’t tak-”

“Desmond.” Graves cut Alejandro off as he turned to face Desmond, “It’s time for us to do what we’re meant to do, brother.”

Desmond’s eyes widened just as both Soap and Alejandro turned to stare at him.

“What does he mean by that, Desmond?” Soap asked, “Did you know about this?”

“Know about it? He’s part of it.” Graves answered for Desmond and Desmond could only watch in silence as Graves and the Shadow Company around him took off a part of their patch, removing part of the shades and the rook and revealing a black Assassin insignia underneath.

Desmond barely heard Graves’ next words, “He’s been part of it longer than any of us.”

All he could focus on was the words written below the insignia.

Agiamo nell’ombra per service la luce.

‘We work in the dark to serve the light.’

“What does he mean by that, Desmond?” Soap’s voice shook Desmond out of his stupor and he turned to stare at Soap.

“You’re with them?!” Alejandro shouted as he took a step away from Graves and pointed an accusing finger at Desmond.

“Does Shepherd know?” Soap asked as he took a step towards the car.

“Commander Shepherd sends his regards.” Graves answered and they all turned to face him once more. Graves stared at Desmond as he added, “And he told me to remind you…”

“Remember that you are a part of our Brotherhood.” Graves glanced at Soap as he stated, “Not theirs.”

Desmond tightened his grip on his ACR as he finally spoke, “I’m loyal to the Creed…”

“But I am not loyal to any master.” Desmond let go of his ACR and quickly pulled out his USP.45, making everyone raise their main weapon.

“Hold your fire!” Both Graves and Soap ordered when they both realized that Desmond had aimed his sidearm…

At his own temple.

“Desmond…”

“You talk too much, Graves.” Desmond took a step back as he used his left hand to show everyone his hidden blade, “You all know what this does, right?”

Desmond placed his left hand on the side of his neck as he said, “Before anyone gets the idea of shooting my hand off so I can’t fire my gun, all I need to do is twitch and I’ll pierce my own neck.”

“Desmond…” Soap called out as he kept his own gun aimed at Graves’ men.

“Desperate times, Soap.” Desmond said with an obviously fake cheerful tone before glaring at Graves, “So, Graves. Don’t talk, just listen.”

“Shepherd needs me.” Desmond stated, “That’s the only reason why you would go to all this trouble to blow my cover right here and now. You’re trying to turn 141 against me.”

Soap and Alejandro glanced at Desmond but kept quiet.

“Which means you need me to come to you willingly.” Desmond stared at Graves’ impressive poker face.

Then he glanced at the body posture of the men behind Graves.

“It’s Soma.” Desmond realized, “You need me to find Soma…”

Desmond glanced beyond the gates before continuing, “You’ve got confirmation that Soma is in there but you don’t know where. That’s why you need me.”

Graves was quiet for a moment before he stated, “No.”

Desmond frowned at that.

“We’ve retrieved Soma and it’s now en route to General Shepherd’s location.” Graves informed him, lips curving into that cocky smile of his that Desmond had actually liked, “You’re not the only one with Eagle Vision, Desmond.”

“Then why do you need-” Desmond stopped, eyes widening as he realized, “You need me to activate it.”

“Only your genes can activate Soma.” Graves answered with a nod, “According to our research, the power Soma holds can be used as targeted strikes but it needs an Anima to control the strikes.”

“You want me to use Soma to take down the Templars.” Desmond realized, eyes widening even further as he added, “To attack Abstergo facilities!”

“There are innocent people there!” Desmond shouted, “Not everyone in Abstergo are Templars, Graves!”

“And they killed children during the Great Purge!” Graves shouted back, “Do you think they were Assassins too, Desmond?! Do you think everyone the Templars killed during the Great Purge were Assassins?! Fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters…”

“The Templars did not give us mercy then, why should we show them mercy now?!” Graves asked as he kept his weapon lowered while taking a step toward Desmond. Alejandro, Soap, and Ghost pointed their guns at Graves but Graves kept his eyes on Desmond, “You weren’t there to see it! You were safe in William Miles’ little Farm!”

“But we…” Graves took a step back and raised his arms as he announced, “We are the shadows that were left behind by that genocide! We are the shadows that will avenge the dead!”

“And you’re the sun that will make us larger than we have ever been.” Graves announced as he offered his hand to Desmond, “This is it, Desmond. This is our time to turn the tide. No more staying in the shadows, no more hiding from Abstergo or the Templars.”

“With you as the Anima…” Graves’ eyes were clear but Desmond could hear the fanaticism in his voice, “We will burn the Templars to the ground once more.”

“Just like Ezio Auditore did in Cappadocia.”

Desmond took a step back as he said, “No.”

Desmond shook his head as he shouted, “No! Cappadocia was a mistake!”

“I won’t do it, Graves.” Desmond stated before staring at the men who all had different shades of blue and white right now behind Graves, “This isn’t our way. This isn’t how our Brotherhood should be.”

“The Brotherhood we have now, William Miles’ Brotherhood, is nothing more than a rat scurrying in the sewers on its own shit!” Graves argued before slowly taking out a white phone from his back pocket.

“What’s that, Graves?!” Soap shouted as he aimed at the phone.

“Relax. I’m making a call to someone Desmond would want to speak to.” Graves said calmly as he pressed the call button before showing the phone to all of them, “Shepherd told me you wouldn’t see reason. That you’re too soft.”

“I was stupid enough to think he’s wrong. That you would have Ezio Auditore’s courage instead.” Graves stated as he glared at Desmond.

“Don’t talk to me about Ezio. I know Ezio more than anyone in the world! He wouldn’t have approved of this!” Desmond shouted, trying to get the men behind Graves to see the truth.

“Ezio Auditore took Rome from Borgia rule by fire and blood.” Shepherd’s voice was heard from the phone and the phone’s screen changed to a video of Shepherd, “And we will take the world back from Abstergo’s control.”

“Shepherd.” Soap growled as he glared at the phone.

“Graves, take everyone in.” Shepherd ordered, “If our Anima does not wish to take his proper place for the sake of the Brotherhood then he will do it for the people he cares about.”

“If you think we’re just going to let you take us-”

“You will.” Shepherd cut Soap off as he said, “Desmond will make sure of it.”

“What?”

“Have you forgotten?” Shepherd asked calmly, “The two transfers in Shadow Company?”

Desmond froze as Shepherd stepped to the side, revealing…

“Shaun! Rebecca!” Desmond shouted as he saw the slumped figures of Shaun and Rebecca tied to the chairs.

“You saved the world once, Desmond.” Shepherd stated and stepped back to the frame of the video once more, “It’s time to save it once more, son.”

The video cut at that and Graves returned the phone to his back pocket. He aimed his gun at Alejandro calmly as he said, “You heard the commander, Desmond. It’s time to come home.”

A tense silence fell on all of them.

Until…

“Take cover!” Ghost ordered and they all reacted immediately, falling to their stomach just as one of the men behind Graves suddenly threw two smoke grenades.

“Left side, go!” Ghost ordered and all of them immediately rolled to the left just as they heard the sounds of gunshots erupting.

“Hold your fire! Find and secure Desmond!” Graves shouted from the smoke and everyone skidded downward. Ghost unpinned one of his grenades and threw it back to the road. One of Graves’ men grabbed it in midair and dropped it to the floor as they jumped off, skidding towards them.

“She’s with us!” Ghost shouted as Soap and Alejandro aimed their gun at the member of Shadow company, “Run! We’ll lose them in the buildings!”

Ghost took point as they all begin to run just as the grenade finally exploded, keeping Graves and his men preoccupied for a few precious seconds.

The Shadow company member with them threw their helmet off and took off their balaclava and Desmond blinked when he recognized the blonde hair and blue eyes.

“Galina!?” Desmond shouted.

“Hello, Desmond.” Galina nodded at him as they continued to run, using the same fake deep American accent he heard from Shadow 1-3. Her next words were spoken in her natural Russian accent, “William Miles told me to tell you if Graves and Shepherd did betray us...”

Galina smirked as she said, “You’re in command, Desmond.”

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I'm sorry, nonny. I know you wanted bamf! Desmond but this plot point has been on my mind ever since I thought of OG Shepherd knowing about POEs.

(The Italian translation of We work in the dark to serve the light is directly taken from the Italian subs of AC2. If I knew more Italian, I would have changed it to We work in the shadows to serve the light XD)

(At this point, I really should just make a full fic of this crossover XD)

[kkusuka]

Anatomy lessons <3 

ushijima wakatoshi x reader 

genre: smut 

synopsis: ushijima is helplessly devoted to volleyball, and his grades reflect that. 

cw: anatomically fem reader, vaginal fingering, blowjob (i think that’s it, if anything seems left out let me know!)

a/n: all i could think about is that ushiwaka is canonically stupid and i love that. 

based o this request: Studying anatomy and using your body as a physical map- Ushijima ((smut)) I’ve had this imagine suck in my head about Ushijima but like just picture this, Ushijima and Y/N studying together and they both like each other but Ushi doesn’t know how to act on his emotions and Y/N can’t tell if he likes them so they are just running around in circles pinning for each other, but anyways Ushi is studying for anatomy but he just can’t get the female anatomy to stick into his head and he’s getting a bit frustrated and so Y/N is like well I’m a female, you can practice on me and he’s like well shit. Y/N lays down Ushi is gliding his hands over their body as he names the muscles and whatnot, they both get a bit hot and bothered and when Ushi finishes “studying”he’s got an awkward boner and Y/N is like “now it’s my turn to study your anatomy” and they push ushi down and 🤪🤪🤪 please give this to me I’ve been thinking about it ALL DAY!!! -✨Puppy🤩

Shiratorizawa’s reputation was built upon intelligence and elegance.

The students are of the highest degree in not only book-smarts but also athletics. Only the most talented and were persons were allowed in the walls of the academy. Hell, the entrance exam resembled an AP college exam.

“I do not understand.”

Of course, there are always loopholes.

The first being an athletic scholarship. One of the more annoying ways to make it into the school, according to the students. You don't mean to sound mean but, it was blatantly obvious when someone is on athletic help.

But that wasn't what you were dealing with right now. No, it was something the students found way worse.  

A recommendation.

Actually, it was an athletic recommendation.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was known before he had even appeared.

You had been the lucky one to sit next to him first, and second, and somehow third year. And through that, you’ve learned more than a few things about him.

Firstly, he was the most amazing volleyball player you have ever seen. He also had so much passion for the sport that it had seemed to rub off on you. By the end of first-year gym class, you knew how to receive a light spike of his.

Second, he was extremely easy to fall in love with. For being constantly aloof and oblivious, he had this pull to him that just roped you in. at first you weren't sure what you felt for the bot, then he had helped you with a project ending the night with a smile and you were done for.

He was also incredibly easy to stay in love with. Once he had your attention he was almost the only person you thought of. Plaguing your mind with fluffy fake dates and worries that he would never like you back.

But he hasn’t said anything for you to believe either of those situations so you sit at a constant stalemate.

And thirdly, he was not only dense but utterly stupid. How was someone so sought after so completely unaware of admiration? Not only his social unawareness, but he was also not the smartest when it came to school.

Then you swooped in, raised his grades a few points, and became his official homework helper. You thought it was a blessing, more time with the man who had your heart, but you underestimated just how much help he needed.

You had no idea how many times you would have to explain the Pythagorean theorem to someone before they understood. (you're sure now that he didn't really understand and he just didn't want to hear it again.)

And anatomy was no exception.

“That’s alright Toshi, do you want to try looking at a different diagram? That might help!”

Opening a new book, you spent another ten minutes staring at the page just looking at it, before staring back up at you. And that's your cue. No more diagrams, he was never going to learn like that.

This was what you called plan visual. somethings, namely science, were better learned but seeing and not memorization.

Letting out a sigh, you closed all of the books and told him to do the same.

“Ok, here’s what’s going to happen.” placing yourself directly in front of the cross-legged man, garnering his full attention, “I'm going to give you an arm and a leg  and, let's start with the skeletal system, so just tell me all the bones you can remember.”

Lending your hand you took it in his and gave you a nod. Going up the length of your arm finishing at your shoulder blade, he moved to run a hand along your un-bending leg. Starting at your ankle he kept a constant hand on the back of your knee, keeping your leg hanging in the air.

A few mixed up bones later you finally moved on to muscles. Not only did it take far longer but you could tell he was getting frustrated, if the hand gripping your thigh as he tried to name all the muscles there was any telling.

On his fifth try, you gave him some help and just decided to move on, seeing that it wasn't needed for him to know blood vessels just yet, there was only one other thing he had to do.

Male and female anatomy.

You had tried to avoid the topic but that seemed almost impossible at the moment.

“Is something wrong Y/n?” As he spoke you became all too aware of his hand still on your thigh and how he was staring right at you like he could tell exactly what you were thinking, “the next topic is the reproductive system correct?”

“Erm, ye-yeah, but we don’t have to-”

“Don't be silly, we have to get through all the material that will be on the test. May I have the textbook to reference from?” he spoke as if he was ordering food, completely nonchalant. As if his hand wasn't reaching into your skirt and sliding your panties to the side.

“This unit does not require the breasts so you can keep your shirt on.” he continued to slide your underwear from your legs flipping your skirt, pushing you onto your back. Maneuvering you to how he wanted, you holding your legs spread open and close to your chest, he got to work.

“The outer lips, formally known as the labia majora,” he spoke as he ran a finger down, spreading them open to e your hole clench around nothing.  He let out a breath and intently stared at your core.

“Labia minora, inner lips.” running another finger along your lips he collected the wetness that had collected on them, bringing it to his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he licked it clean. “A woman creates a natural lubrication to aid in intercourse.”

Deliberately avoiding your clit, he moved to the urethral opening, passing it quickly. Moving to run a hand along your stomach placing where he thought your cervix and womb lay.

“The clitoris, an organ that is completely dedicated to pleasure.” his thumb rubbing small circles around your bud was the final opus for you to let out all the soft whimpers you had so desperately wanted to let out.

Eye’s shooting to meet yours his thumb moved quicker, drawing more pants and wanton moans from your throat.

“Please Toshi, I wanna-”

Your beg must've ripped him away from whatever daydream he lost himself in, roping his thumb away from your clit, a whine escaping you, he moved to his final destination.

“The vaginal hole, where a man enters a woman and makes her his own. It leads straight through the cervix into the womb.” right as he finished two fingers shoved their way into your pussy.

Reattaching his thumb to your clit, he coaxed moan after moan out of you.

Hitting a spot somewhere deep in you, cunt spasming as he rode out you high with slow strokes, “the g-spot, a small area that aids with the female orgasm.”

Taking his fingers to his mouth once more, he watched you let your legs down and close your eyes to help calm your roaring heart. In your bliss, you felt two lips connect to yours, a soft dance between new lovers.

A forehead rested on your hands and ran up and down your sides placing you back into a sitting position.

“y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“We still have one more thing to do.”

Oh right, this lesson was a two-way street.

Crawling to kneel between his crossed legs you palmed his bulge as he leaned back on the chair, bringing his hands behind his head. He watched you take his cock out of its restraints, wrapping your lips around the tip leaning his pre-cum.

He let you pace yourself, don't complain when you came up to explain what you were doing to what.

On the contrary, you could tell all he wanted to do was push your head down and keep it there until his load stuffed your throat. Realizing this was probably the last time you would have control over the boy.

But all seems worth it when he shows you the A+ on the anatomy test.

Maybe Ushijima Wakatoshi is a good student after all.

[dfcfanfics]

There's A Very New Girl In Town Miraculous Prompt of the Day

And You Are...?

Paris has come to know her as Slipstream. And anyone who sees her wants to know much, much more.

She appears a couple of years older than Ladybug or Chat Noir; perhaps seventeen, perhaps eighteen. Her golden hair contrasts against her sleek, blue-and-silver costume -- a costume which she appears poured into, despite its modest neckline. She turned up seemingly out of nowhere, on the scene of one of Hawkmoth's Akuma villains and having it on the ropes before Ladybug was close to arriving.

Her pinpoint control of wind ("All natural, no Miraculous," she says) and her gossamer, iridescent wings attached to her wrists and ankles ("Made from sweet dreams!" she giggled to Nadja Chamack. "I knitted them together in my sleep!") make her a creature of the air, in all of its forms from simple to extreme. She can hover atop a thought, soar through the air at breathtaking speed, deflect incoming objects or whip a drinking straw through a solid oak door. It might be easier to list what she can't do.

Her bubbly personality and positive motives made her a darling of the Parisian media overnight. She's infectiously cheery, confident in her abilities, extroverted and flirty, yet also a good team player... and it appears that she has a team in mind. In their four encounters to date, she's been an enthusiastic partner for Ladybug and Chat Noir. And if her manner around him is any indication, she's inviting Chat to ask about a different kind of partnership.

Chat's a bit starry-eyed. His Lady is right there, after all... and yet, even now while they're repairing some of the cracks in their partnership, she's still reluctant to even think about romance. Slipstream is right there, diligent and vibrant and beautiful, a great crimefighting partner, and vocally open to a "masks on" kind of dalliance with him. It's a veeeeery tempting situation... and he's starting to wonder how long he can resist.

Ladybug's not so sure about her. She is a definite asset to the team, especially in present circumstances when she needs all the allies she can get. She's a power source that Hawkmoth can't steal away, her motives seem pure, and she's willing to help; all good things.

So when she sees Slipstream acting kittenish with her partner, and Chat's flirting back... why does something just feel dangerous to her?

If only she knew...

The streak of blue light moved too quickly for most eyes to follow. It manifested itself outside the bedroom window of one Felix Graham de Vanily, allowing the wind around her to settle before opening it and climbing inside.

"Welcome back," Felix greeted her. "Things are still going well?"

"It sure seems so," Slipstream grinned. "The villains can't touch me, let alone hurt me. Chat Noir can't take his eyes off of me. Ladybug's staring daggers my way, but she needs my help, and she's agreeing to include me in their patrols and practice sessions.""

"Good. Keep that up," instructed Felix. "Divide and conquer. And your secret identity is turning out well?"

"Well..."

A shimmer washed over her, and the blonde bombshell turned into a dark-haired girl around the same size and age, wearing everyday clothing.

"The room I'm renting worked out just as you'd planned. No one seems to notice one more student coming or going," she noted. "And it's easy enough to play 'Simone.' Though I do feel a little bit funny about it... like I'm missing things. I'm still learning what it means to live on my own and pretend like I"m like everyone else. Putting out trash and garbage even though I don't... you know..."

"You certainly can eat and drink if you want to. You're built to be compatible with that," Felix encouraged her. "The sun and rain are your true power sources; spending time in either will recharge your batteries, so to speak. But you can do all the things that other humans do."

"But I'm not human. Not really."

Felix leaned in close, eye-to-eye with her. "You're not just human. You're more than human," he insisted. "We've been over this. If the press or the heroes ask, just say 'Part of me is human, part of me is something else' and leave it at that... but never, ever doubt that you're real."

"Th-thank you, Daddy."

At that, Felix snorted. "I have told you so many times, I made you but I am NOT your father! I am more like your brother," he snapped. "And I want you to think of me that..."

Her fit of giggles told him that she'd wound him up on purpose, and he grimaced at her ease at reading him.

"All right, all right. If you need more money for everyday expenses, come here and get it. Your speed ensures that neither Ladybug nor Chat Noir can follow you here," he smiled. "And being a student is not just your cover; it is how I want you to spend your free time. Learn everything you can about everything that appeals to you. Simone, you are not just a tool for a task."

He leaned in again, looking serious. "You will be my gift to the world," he intoned. "My wonderful heroine, my timeless protector of Paris, eternally young and beautiful and brave. Nothing will stop you; nothing is beyond your reach. I could only make one Sentibeing with the Peacock... and I chose to make you, Simone. There's a reason for that."

"I understand... B-Brother," she managed.

"And to make sure that happens, that you grow to the heights of your potential and beyond, your mission is..."

Her bright smile faded. "To play along until I can get Chat Noir alone and undefended, then snatch his ring and fly it to you as fast as I can. Then to do the same to Ladybug."

"You don't like that."

"I don't. They're both... they're such good people. I want to live up to their standards, not to hurt them."

"We can give them back their Miraculous when we're done with our plan. They'll still be heroes. But once our Wish comes true... all Sentibeings will be real. Forever."

"Now... go make me proud," he ordered her. She responded with a grin and a wave, then streaked off back towards Paris.

~-----~

You are all that I said and more, Felix thought. You are designed to be a perfect wedge between Ladybug and Chat Noir, an angle that my uncle never thought of. His loss, I suppose.

And you will teach the world what we Sentibeings are capable of. That we belong. That we are the FUTURE.

But first, you are a valuable test of my primary opponent, he mused. I have seen what she does with inhuman-looking Sentis, and I am absolutely appalled.

On the day that she learns where you truly came from... will she hesitate to kill again?

Or will my fears be confirmed?

[fandomfluffandfuck]

hi. so, yesterday my boyfriend and i dared to finally do a scene we've been planning for months. we basically invited 2 other of our friends and 3 guys fucked me at the same time and it was beyond amazing and as the good writer i am (or so i think i am) I'm thinking on writing the experience but instead me, it's gonna be Sebastian in my place, do you have any recommendations to write about a man being double fucked anally in a way that sounds realistic?

Hey!

Congrats on finally doing your scene! 👏 That sounds like a hell of a lot of fun for everyone! A dream come true lol

Mmm, I mean, you are the one who had the experience in real life so I would say to mostly draw from your own experience, y’know? If you had a good time, I don't doubt your ability to put that feeling into the writing.

(Also I'm so fucking Curious about who you're gonna pair with Sebastian for this fic 👀 Chris and Anthony? Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth? Maybe Anthony and Daniel Brühl? Maybe even just a fic inspired by Seb's slutty, early Hollywood days with randoms who agree to use him the way he craves? Maybe those Pam & Tommy makeup artists haha)

(Also also I can read this ask 2 ways, 3 guys fucking you as in 1 in the front hole, 2 in the back hole OR 1 in the mouth, 1 in the front, 1 in the back so I'm covering my bases with either of those options lol)

Other than that:

When I need help writing a scene, I usually do research for whatever BDSM type scene or specific kink I'm going to be playing with whether it be learning more about rope, flogging, or some specific toy from online reading (with good sources, of course) or reading other fanfic available in a similar vein to what I want to write (if I haven't already read it, which I probably have lol) or even watching porn for a basic sense of positions I might describe. Though I don't feel like you can get much more than that from porn, y’know? It's not ment to be educational in any sense.

Anal requires more lube than you think, don't forget to add it into your fic! (Also... I'm just gonna say it: excess lube can totally be sexy, getting someone so slick and wet that it drips down to their balls/vulva and they're all glistening and slick? Plus the sounds it makes? 🥴)

And you totally don't have to because fanfiction is fantasy but, if I were you I would add a little ball or something held in Sebastian's hand that he can drop if he wants to stop, since he'll be unable to speak and probably unable to get away easily with two people holding him down, y’know? (Although, again, I don't know if for Sebastian you mean double fucked as in 2 in 1 hole or 1 in his mouth and 1 in his ass lol)

You should spend time describing the time spent fingering Seb open BUT don't drag it out for a super, super long time unless you're having the tops/doms tease Sebastian and draw it out or if the top is being extra, super careful on purpose. Being extra gentle, y’know? (With fingering, if you're doing 2 dicks, 1 hole, I would recommend having the first top put their dick into Seb and then the second starting to finger him that way rather than a bunch of fingering then one dick and then another.) As weird as it sounds, with enough patience, the anus stretches a lot bigger than you think it would lmao

1 dick in his mouth, 1 in his ass: don't forget that, especially if Seb's being fucked doggy style, every thrust with push him forward or backward and he might choke. Which is fun. But its not fun to throw up from it.

2 dicks, 1 hole: don't forget about the fact that the tops dicks will also being rubbing together tightly inside Sebastian, so... they probably won't last super long. Everyone will be a mess 😏

Uh, hopefully that hoped! Idk if it did or not but happy writing

(Also I would love it if you wanted to link it whenever you finish the fic!)

[kanesthirstblog]

NSFW ALPHABET: ABE HARUAKI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Requires lots of aftercare but also wants to take care of you. Very clingly, like, will latch onto you and cuddle you for the rest of the night clingy. You should probably give him some reassurance or comfort, he seems like the type to stress about whether or not he was any good to you once the fun is over.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hmmm... Totally the sappy kinda guy who tells you he loves all of your body and thinks it's beautiful and 100% means every praise he sings you about it. He loves everything about you from your soft hair to the tips of your toes.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

God. Just imagining him sprawled out on any surface with an exhausted yet dopey look in his eyes, covered in his own cum (and/or yours of course!) after a few rounds of sex really makes me feel satisfied. Really can't explain this one

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secretly a bit of a masochist but also scared of being hurt so he never asks even if he really wants to.

Also secretly owns a couple erotic novels he used as "research" when you first brought up wanting a sexual relationship. Since you are his first, he would want to see how he's supposed to act in that scenenrio so he could please you properly. (But damn was he shocked when you wanted to be the dominant one. That wasn't in his books.) Haruaki learns the importance of communication that day.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Dudes a canon virgin y'all. This also excites me.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Secretly loves it when he's on his back so he can see your face as you ride him or peg him. He just thinks you're the prettiest person he's evermet and loves watching you even as you tease or toy with him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's a sappy guy. Would probably look at you like a puppy who sees someone they really love. Besides that he's have that dopey look like he's never been happier than he is in that moment, smiling up at you.

Once you've had sex a couple times he might start opening up more, cracking jokes and asking shy requests from you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yup. Makes sure he's nice and clean especially

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He really tries hard to be romantic but he has 0 experience in this area and often fumbles his way through it by trying to be sweet and make you feel good. Very bad at saying romantic things and would probably give up after a bit before he dies from embarassment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Tbh I actually think he'd barely masturbate if he did at all. This is partly because I actually have an asexual headcanon for him and partly cause in canon he seems really put off by sexual things if not being outright afraid of them.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Contrary to some of the fandom headcanons, I don't really imagine the sailor uniform thing as a kink. It just seems like a typical fixation or something that gets played up for laughs to a strange degree. But maybe thats my ADHD dumbass brain projecting my ADHD onto a fave. (Off topic but him knowing everything about sailor uniforms, from design to creation, being able to make them himself, getting happy any time he sees one, ect. Are headcanons I have because his weird fixation with them reminds me of my fixation on rocks, mushrooms, and jewelry.)

HOWEVER

Praise kink. Body worship. He'd love to be pet gently while you tell him how pretty he is. How you love his soft hair or his long legs or slender form as you lightly trail you fingertips down his body or card fingers through his hair. And he would do the same for you too.

Might at least try pegging, and then realizes he actually likes it when you hold him down and pound his ass.

Would be too embarrassed and a bit scared to bring this up but actually likes the idea being treated roughly. If you could pull at his hair and bite him even a little bit he'd practically melt in your hands.

Might try bondage if it's light. Soft hand cuffs or silk ropes are the way to go.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home. Anywhere is fine as long as its at home

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The fastest way is probably being physical with him or just stripping for him. He gets embarassed and tries to hide but you know he's aroused, you can feel it when you sit on his lap.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He'd probably not be okay with having more than one partner. You might frighten him if he starts feeling like you guys are ganging up on him.

Public/semi-public sex is a no go. Especially since he is a teacher, he wouldn't risk his job on the off chance you both get caught.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think he actually might no be very into oral at first. But will give or recieve though you may have to hear some complaint about it being kind of unsanitary or something. He's also kinda bad a giving oral but what did you expect? He's a virgin.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Personally prefers the slow and sensual kinda sex but you set the pace regardless so ultimately it's up to you. He won't be turned into a stuttering mess right away if you guys take it slow.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Alright with it as long as it stays private. You'll be the only one asking for these but try to get him in the morning before he leaves for work so you can corner him against a counter. Its best when his back is turned so you can grab his hair and lick along his throat, nipping here and there. He'd shiver in your arms as you trail a hand down to undo his pants

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As long as it isn't a risk to him (would probably be too scared to try knifeplay) or job (no public/semi-public sex) you could probably talk him into it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hmmm... Depends I guess. I feel like he might only be active for a round or maybe 2 before he starts slowing down. You could still pound the guy into the mattress but he'll have those half lidded doe eyes cloudy with exhaustion. He'd wrap his arms around you loosely as if you'll help ground him to the waking world and try to hold you closer to him.

At that point you should definitely ask a few times before you start another round to make sure he's okay and reassure him that it's alright to stop now. Strikes me as someone who could easily fall into a place where he'd hide his desire to stop just so you can use him for your own fun since it makes you happy. That could be kinda bad for his mental health.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You'd be the one with all the toys tbh. But you can sure as hell use them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's not much of a tease but if he's feeling playful, he might play up the innocent look of his. He really is a pretty innocent guy actually, but he knows you love that sweet look he's got to him and he will use it on you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So damn loud. This guy would moan and beg loudly, scream your name and plead for mercy, for relief as you all but eat him alive. Might even cry and whine and beg. Oh, but he tries to be quiet so he doesn't risk disturbing anyone. He'd purse his lips and turn away from you while you play with his body in an attempt to stay quiet but he always gives in quickly. It's easy to turn this guy into a whimpering, begging mess no matter how many times you do this.

You'll know when he's tired because he will be unable to make much noise besides low pants and gasps. Probably best to wrap things up at that point before ya fuck him unconcious.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I have a few actually.

-Has a hard time saying no to you. He's a bit cowardly and overthinks and he would be afraid to lose a first relationship. This is potentially hazardous to his mental health because he might say "yes" to something he doesn't want for fear of losing you. Consent is important though so even if it's difficult at first, keep checking to make sure he's alright.

-I actually headcanon him as a sex indifferent asexual. He can 100% live with sex or without it. Doesn't matter to him, though he's terrified of trying it for the first time.

-The first time you tried to get him in bed, you pinned him to a wall and he was terrified because he thought you were trying to shake him down or harass him. (Well, the latter part was true but not the way he expected.) And then you kissed him and he straight up broke, wrapped himself in blankets and hid under the futon for the rest of the day. Disappointing? Sure, but damn was it cute.

-I'm actually caught up on how he would take to dirty talk tbh since a lot of it I've seen or heard involves some form or another of calling your partner a slut or whatever. Seems to be popular. On one hand if he's secretly a masochist, he might be into it. But on the other, he also seems like he might take anything you say to him to heart and beat himself up over it and would ultimately not like it. Also probably would not be comfortable if he did the dirty talking and assuming he manages to make it through the night without apologizing to you for everything he says, then you'll hear it when you finish.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Mandragora patterned briefs. You cannot change my mind on this one.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very, so he's pretty chill about it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on how much you exhausted him but it usually doesn't take that long.

Bonus:

Some more cute Haruaki.

[venusoliver]

The Taste of Sweet Silk on Your Lips; Chapter 11 BTS

NOTE: This post will discuss plot points from Chapter 11 my Ao3 fanfiction, The Taste of Sweet Silk on Your Lips. Please refrain from reading further if you'd like to avoid spoilers!

This chapter, if I'm not mistaken, is my longest chapter yet. Woah.

I've almost completely strayed from my original outline. Almost. For the past couple of chapters my outline didn't reasonate with the final result at all, but I think I'm starting to get back on track.

The BDSM chapters are always the most difficult. There's a lot of terminology that can come into play rather quickly, not to mention the struggle to keep things consistent and clear. (Where are Mikasa's hands? How do I describe that? How do I phrase this differently than the last three paragraphs I wrote? Okay, hold on, what's a synonym for—)

Long story short, it's a handful. But when I'm done writing the chapter, when I can finally delete "DRAFT" from the title of my chapter page, it's a feeling I don't feel to often.

I feel proud of myself. And that's an amazing thing :D

But along with BDSM chapters comes references!

Now, my original plan was to actually watch live BDSM performances online. I watched a very solid handful before I started writing this fic, and I learned quite a lot, but in the end..

I'm a procrastinator, okay?

My schoolwork was starting to pile up. I was failing multiple classes (I'm only failing one now, yay for me!), and what does my brain do when there's actual work to be done? Not that. Anything but that.

Now, writing my fic isn't work. I LOVE writing this fic. But typing out extensive cartography notes and typing out prolonged sexual tension can start to get grouped together, and before I knew it—

A week had passed since my last update. That's always when I start to get anxious.

So, instead of taking this slow and watching low-quality footage of shibari clubs in russia, it was just me— my brain— and a very aggressive google searching session.

In the end, I'm still very happy with how things went.

The issue arose initially when I just.. couldn't find the right references. I had the picture in my head of what was going on, but I still needed a picture to look at so that my descriptions wouldn't become to vague and absurd.

Let's start off easy, Mikasa's lingerie.

I had a lot of options when deciding what Mikasa should wear. Something risque, of course, but nothing too revealing. It was a tough decision, but I think this picture does my vision justice! Aside from the shoes. Mikasa is a little too powerful in heels like that.

The next order of business was getting references for the bondage rigging.

The spreader bar was easy. Legs spread, bar in the middle, you're good to go!

Next up was the harness. I had a couple of other options I was debating when deciding on what type of harness I wanted on Mikasa. I originally went with something more dainty, with thinner rope and smaller knots— but once I decided on suspension-esqe rigging near the end of the performance, it only made sense for the harness to be more secure.

As for the arms.. that was the most difficult part of this chapter. Finding a reference, writing it out— when I go back to make minor revisions on the fic (grammatical errors)— it's going to be very hard to stop myself from rewriting that portion of the chapter.

The sheer joy that raced through me when I found this image is unmatched. I had scoured the internet looking for a clean, clear reference for what I wanted. After rephrasing my google search multiple times (shibari arm rigging, arms behind head, arms behind head shibari, etc.)— and praying I wouldn't have to use a p 0rn screenshot as reference, I found this image.

This is precisely what I was going for with her arms. Mikasa is a very fit woman, and I don't doubt that she wouldn't have a problem getting her arms behind herself like this.

In my mind when I pictured Mikasa bent at the hip, legs spread wide, arms lifted upwards behind her— this is precisely the position I envisioned her arms in. I used that reference when describing the actual rigging for the arms as well.

But enough about all the k!nky stuff! This chapter was a lot more sentimental than originally planned.

I'm consistently at odds with myself when writing these chapters, trying to give them the smut I intended while also making their relationship believable.

I ship these two insanely hard, but their dynamic is a really tough one to pinpoint and make work.

They're both very cold and shut off from people in day to day life, so for their relationship to work— they need to be forced together, and they have to be in a situation where their stubbornness pulls them closer rather than pries them apart.

With all of that to keep in mind, bringing in some fluffy aspects is crucial. It makes their connection make more sense. After all, neither one of this girl's is doing random hookups. Not often, anyway.

The fluff ended up coming organically. Even if their performance this chapter was still just a performance and not an actual BDSM scene, aftercare still comes into play.

Hitch and Annie had a far different dynamic because they were friends. They were friends, and experienced in the BDSM scene. They're able to perform without getting emotionally invested— because they don't love each other romantically. There's not this same intimate connection.

As for Mikasa and Annie, it's completely different. Annie loves Mikasa to the point that she's risking quite a lot to keep the girl in her life. Mikasa is new to the scene, but she's enthralled by the idea of letting down her guard and letting someone else pull the reigns for once.

They compliment each other in an intimate, romantic, and s3xual way. The performance itself and the aftermath should reflect that.

So, it does! I found myself smiling quite a bit at the end of the chapter. I really do love these two.

The next chapter will include full fledged smut, thank goodness. I'm both nervous and excited to start writing the chapter. But, for now, I'm probably gonna get some rest.

Thank you all so much for your support. I wouldn't still be writing this fic if I didn't know that there were people out there who enjoyed my work. It makes me smile even when I'm struggling :) I hope to see you all again when I post the next chapter. Thanks so much!!

[atsumusc0ck]

HI ZINKIE CONGRATS ON 200 IM PROUD OF U!!

I'm sure you know already I selfship with tendou lmao

my favorite colour is blue uwu

I'm not really a morning person or a night owl? I have the same amount of energy at both times, the only factor that changes that is whether or not I'm hanging out with people whose company i enjoy

I love to sing and dance but I am also very shy about it for some reason—

I subconsciously look for praise a lot and I love doing things for people cause it makes me feel good about myself but I never expect anything in return (which is why I get really bashful when people compliment me or do things for me)

I have goblin brain and I like to collect random rocks or leaves or strips of fabric that are either a pretty color, smooth, or shiny

I'm not afraid to get messy and I love to stand in the rain whether it be with or without an umbrella

I love animals! hanging around them and just getting to know them is a lot of fun to me, and I love learning as much as i can about them uwu

I make friends with just about anyone, even those who are really shy or unapproachable (I have been known to make friends with people that previously established friends dont like)

I give out a lot of advice and people come to me for a lot of things but I deny myself the same because I dont want others to worry about me and i have a hard time taking my own advice

I prefer to live in the moment, thinking too much about the future and all its unknowns makes me really anxious

if too many things go wrong or I mess up too many times in a short time period, I get really overwhelmed and tend to shut down

I just scrolled up and noticed I wrote a paragraph about myself— anyways, once again, CONGRATS!! I'm really proud of you and I'm proud to call you my friend uwu

How you met: 2am at Taco Bell. He was inline in fromt of you and ordered weird stuff- but it sounded pretty good. So you ended up just asking “hey can I get whatever the guy in fromt of me got?” Which made him whip his head around like damn this homie got TASTE. He asked if he could eat with you and you shared chaotic 2am taco bell together. Instantly becoming homies and then ~lovers~

Song: Gooey by Glass Animals

Sfw headcanons:

- he teases you with love

- picks you up when he hugs you a big ol’ squeeze

- makes you chocolates for every anniversary, valentines day, and white day

- likes to lay in bed reading manga together

- bought a bookshelf for you to put all your goblin trinkets one

- opens doors for you always, gets upset if you open them yourself???

- 3am dancing to musicals in the living room together, laughing and smiling

- holds you hand while he sleeps but does not cuddle while sleeping

- is really good at grounding? Always has creative ways to get you back into the moment when times are rough

- inside jokes? Inside jokes

- always laughing at some stupid bullshit between the two of you

- smothers your face in smooches while his long hands cup your cheeks uwu

- adventures! You know every cool random spot in the town. All the hidden mysteries at every amusement park.

- speaking of amusement parks: AMUSEMENT PARK DATES

- first you ride all the rides

- then you eat every fucking snack available, ordering on of everything to share

- will feed you cause he thinks it’s cute how you open your mouth up for him

Nsfw:

- bondage babe #1

- he watched hours of videos on new ways to tie you up

- his little rope bunny

- pet names in bed ooooof

- less kinky sex is full of giggles and smiles and all different kinds of positions

- his fingers are all over you. Fingering you. Around your neck. In your hair. You can always feel his fingers making a mess of you

- he likes it if he makes you cry with overstimulation for sure

- not afraid to say “i love you” in the bedroom

- he’d rather do one really long round rather than multiple small ones

- he has a special playlist for boning

- when he isnt doming he likes to be less kinky

- likes to be taken care of

- a more sweet and sensual time

- basking in eachothers bodies and sweat and moans

- after care is so nice and soft

- he cleans you up well

- gets a nice set of comfy pajamas to wear after

- makes you some nice calming tea

- tells you all about how good you did! All the praise!

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 109 1Xs2) "Welcome To The Hotel Diablo"

@crystalbaby12 @5sosfam1dlover @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @rosefilledhearts-blog

Luna and Ashley may have a strangle on the #1 slot with Nightmare sitting tight for it's seventh week but Colson continues to control a vast majority of the Billboard Top 20 Pop Charts as Hotel Diablo debuts at #5. Not only with the two hits he has with Luna and Dom but also including a few of his own singles.

I Think I'm Okay has been holding strong at #2 for the last four weeks. Keeping the #1 position on the Alternative Charts for it's third also. Bad Things having it's own place at #3 on the Pop Charts for it's third week. Hollywood Whore is up three slots, grabbing the #5 spot this week while THAT Type replaces it at #8. El Diablo is sitting at #11 for it's own consecutive week while Bebe's climbing back up alongside THAT Type as Candy makes it's entrance at #19.

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Landing in Cleveland, everyone is pumped. Luna, Pete, Sam, Benny, Ashley and Dom excitedly passing Congratulations to The Boys over Hotel Diablo's immediate success. Everyone's coming in to town tonight. Meeting up for a full performance of the album at the Agora Ballroom for fans then another more intimate performance at Velvet Dog for the album's release party.

Dispersing from the hanger, Slim heads to his own Ohio home, Baze taking Sam along with him to his. Pete, Ashley, Rook, Dom and Benny dipping out to Colson's Cleveland House to meet up with Bullet while he immediately goes over to Emma's with Luna to see Casie.

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"Oooh, Sugar... I'm so fucking proud of yooou!! You have FIVE top 20 hits right now... We're gonna have to look some shit up, Buns, because I don't think anyone's ever done that before!" Luna gushes in the back of their Uber as she sprinkles his grinning face with kisses.

"No way. I'm not breaking any Beatles or Micheal Jackson records...." He pauses. "You really think it's possible?" Colson asks with hopeful look twinkling in his brilliant eyes.

"I do...." Luna reassures him as she pulls out her phone. "Here..." She says after a quick internet search. "You haven't broken anything yet... But you're close as fuck." She shows him her phone.

Only The Beatles out rank him with six Top 10 hits from February 29 to May 2, 1964. It's actually incredible and nothing he ever expected. For one of the first times Luna watches Colson go silent.

"I can't believe it fucking debuted at Five, Baby." He lowly admits with a slight hint of red to his sweet cheeks.

"Ohh, I can. You're whole soul is on that record." Luna replies with love.

"That's what I'm afraid of..." He says even lower.

"People always resonate with honesty, Bunny." She tells him, giving her opinion. "Why you think your fan base is so strong? Because you've always been honest." She pulls his cheek over to kiss it with her words.

"I love you." He turns to grin at her again while meeting her mouth.

Somehow, Luna always knows what to say to Colson. Whether he's at his most shittiest, pushing full confidence or the lowest of his lows, she never fails on telling him the truth in how she sees things. Colson doing the same for her. Neither being aware of deeply they truly take care of each other mentally.

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"PEANUT!!!" Colson shouts with a bellowing laugh as he scoops Casie up and spins her around.

Luna and Emma watch the two of them with their hearts oozing after they had greeted each other. Without thinking, Luna laces her hand inside Emma's and lays her head against her shoulder. Slightly catching her by surprise as she easily accepts Luna's affection.

"I love the way he loves her..." Luna sighs wistfully. "He's such a great dad."

"It's one of his best qualities." Emma agrees with a smile as she holds Luna's hand a little tighter. "Think you guys'll have kids?" She asks with a genuine interest.

"I... I don't know...." Luna trails off honestly as she lifts her head up, not bothering to mention Colson or Casie's wants from her.

"I think you'd make a great mother." Emma says, looking directly at Luna. "I see you with Case and how you make Colson a better man.... Not that that's any reason to have a baby... I'm just saying... Should it come, I think you'd be really good at it."

"Wow.... Thanks. That means a lot." Luna smiles thoughtfully.

Squeezing Emma's hand, she nestles back on top of her shoulder with Emma resting her head onto Luna's. Any jealousy or disparity from NY's lunch having already dropped away. Both thankful to have the other in Casie and Colson's life above all else.

Once Colson's finished with her, Casie greets an ecstatic Luna. The young woman dipping down to squeeze the little girl with love. Coaxing her inside with the promise of a new present to her parent's amusement.

"You didn't have to do that." Emma says after Luna gives Casie the new Nikon and tries to show her how to use it.

"Photography is my first love and she mentioned how she wants to learn, so how could I not?" Luna asks with a shrug and a bright smile. "Oh... And thanks for hooking me up with Bonnie. She's been beyond wonderful!" Going on to express her gratitude over Emma's connection and friend.

"Yeah, no problem. She had mentioned last week that you guys have been in contact. I'm glad to have helped... I can't wait to see how it turns out." Emma smiles warmly at Luna.

Colson's been watching all the important females in his life intently. Truly appreciating how easily Luna and Emma have gravitated towards each other while also attending to the youngest. It's easy to see the deep respect and enjoyment they hold for each other. Even in another life, they could easily be genuine friends also.

Grabbing Casie around the neck, he wrestles her around. Many shoutings of DAD escape as she tries to wiggle away to no avail.

"Wanna come to the show tonight?" He asks her as he slightly loosens his grip. "Don't play with me." He lightly shakes her when she hesitates with a sarcastic Uhhhhmmm.

"YEAH I wanna come!!" She grins up  at him. "Mom, can I?" She asks looking over.

"Yeah, Ma. Please." Colson pleads with her as he smirks.

"Ash gonna be there?" Emma asks to Colson's nod. "She'll bring her home after the show?"

"Lemme check." Colson reassures her as he let's go of Casie and digs into his pocket.

While Colson's on the phone, Luna chats with Emma about an array of things. Tonight's shows and the upcoming weddings along with Casie's findings and her adventures during the tour. Their conversation flowing easily while Luna continues helping the little girl figure out how to take pictures with her latest, prized possession. Her attentiveness not being lost upon the mother just like her dad.

"Ash said she can drop her off tonight before the album release party and then I'll just pick her up tomorrow before the Pop Up." Colson interupts them when heading back into the kitchen.

"And you'll keep her until when?" Emma asks.

Colson looks at Luna. "Uhhhh..." He hesitates.

"My girlfriend Deanna is flying in on Monday to try to finish up the wedding fittings... So Tuesday by the latest if that's okay?" She shrugs at Colson before looking at Emma.

With Casie's eyes pleading and her body hopping around her, it's hard for Emma to resist. Not that there's any reason to. Laughing, she says Yes to her daughter's excited hugs and kisses.

After Luna convinces Casie to leave her camera at home tonight, they hug and kiss Emma GoodBye. Arrival texts being promised as always before the trio wave GoodBye from inside the Uber.

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Back at The House, Colson's stoked to find Mod, Noah, Phem and Caroline. Along with a ton of packages and everyone else. Opening the boxes, he starts to shout for The Gang.

"Yo!! Pull up!!" He hollers. "I got one for you. And one for you. One for you and for you...." He says, handing the small boxes to Caroline, Phem, Mod and Noah before calling the others over that aren't within his long arm's reach.

A box goes to Slim, Pete, Baze, Casie, Rook, Dom, Benny, Bullet, Ashley and even Sam. He sets two boxes to the side for Ashleigh and Dub. Along with a handful of other's, amongst them are ones for Naomi, Trippie and Skies. Pulling Luna close, he hands her hers.

"Aight, bitches open 'EM!!" He shouts with a huge chuckle and grin.

Inside the box is a beautiful, thin, platinum and diamond encrusted Double X pendant on a slim rope chain.

"You're determined to have yourself all over me, hunh?" Luna asks with a snicker as she looks up at him.

"You fucking know it! Two rings, two tattoos, two necklaces. Two times, Kitten. Two times!" He grins wider at their inside joke while scooping her up to kiss her as Thank Yous explode all around them.

"GANG!! GANG!!" Slim shouts as he throws his arms up into an X.

Colson puts on Luna's necklace as Ashley helps Casie with hers. Everyone else assisting one another. Walking into the kitchen, Luna grabs a can of Sprite and an armful of beers. Passing them around, she opens Casie's soda before cracking her own beverage.

🎼Mothafuckas//KNOW//Who rides wit THIS Gang//By the way we be rockin'//Our Double X chains//They too soft//To know//HOW HARD UP WE CAME// Still swangen' around//Keepen' that//Bangen' A Rang thang//Got the baddest bitch//Locked wit tattoos and a rang//Checkin' into HOTEL DIABLO//You know shit's gon' be//FUCKIN' INSANE🎶

Colson shouts, bouncing around as they toast to Family and Hotel Diablo. His intimate circle hooting at his epic freestyle while Luna rolls her eyes and kisses his jawbone. In his soul he is still very much a Wild Boy.

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"Oh, Bunny..." Luna coos as her thighs tighten around Colson's waist.

They're upstairs in the shower getting ready for Colson's Big Night. He grips her ass as she clutches the back of his neck, thrusting him deeper inside of her. Both are panting in the steamy air as they suck on and fuck each other passionately. Pulling on the other's hair as their bodies throb and they pound themselves into one another.

"Fuck Kitten, you ready?" Colson gasps when he feels himself tingle from the upcoming explosion.

"Mmmhmmmm...." She moans as she bucks against him faster, giving them both permission to let go.

"Fuuuuuuuck....." They both sigh out in content as Colson continues to hold Luna and they rest their faces in each other's necks.

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"I have something for you..." Luna says while they're both still naked from their ShowerFuck, offering up her black portfolio case after finding it amongst their luggage.

"What's this?" He asks with intrigue, remembering the last gift the leather casing had held for him.

"Fuck.... I gotta get that framed." He suddenly thinks. "It'd be perfect in The Brownstone...." His mind drifts as he begins to muse to himself.

"Open it..." She encourages him with a gleaming smile. "I've been working on it for a minute..." She says as her lips drop into a tiny secret.

Unzipping the case, Colson is presented with another canvas. This time displaying an oversized painted replica of their punked out bunny. The background is a deepish purple with edgy whisps of creams and light colored violets flowing through out it. Making the hints of color in the white cartoon animal pop out of it's heavy black outline. The feeling easily representing Hotel Diablo's black and purple atheistic.

Arranged around their matching tattoo, with some items being embedded into the canvas, are physical pieces from The Tour. Their key card from The Watergate, the crumpled receipt from their coffee order in Detroit, a ticket stub from the planetarium in Texas. Amongst them is also the peeled off lable from their bottle of SpringBack 1919 they had shared in the San Francisco speakeasy and her BackStage pass from the Pittsburgh show. All secured and decorated with a slight black outline to showcase each of them.

A little larger than his huge thumb are eight small, intimate pictures of the two of them sprinkled throughout. Some are selfies but other's aren't. Luna breaking her own rule and using other's photography in her art. Angled in the the bottom right corner, in a black and light purple twist, lays a mutilated copy of Luna's lips spelling out Bad Things. Dotted in an iridescent paint to make it sparkle in dark wonderment. Fully tying the whole piece together.

Luna's art is truly like no other's. Combining multi-medias and dimensions with her muse's soul lingering inside of it. Colson's eyes are wide the way they were the night she gave him his first gift.

"Ready?" She asks, popping the switch sitting underneath as he stares silently holding her work.

Their bunny's eyes light up in a low, blue glow from the tiny bulbs buried deep inside the canvas. Colson's heart stops. Reminding him exactly of the night they met.

"Holy fuck, it's beautiful." His heart explodes once it begins to beat again. "How the FUCK does she do this shit...." He thinks in admiration as he continues to look it over.

"Wow." Is all he can say as he stares at his gift.

Luna watches as Colson takes his time absorbing the new piece. Her soul gleaming as he excitedly points out all their little memories. Once he's fully taken it in and sets it down, Colson pulls her in with one strong arm by her waist. Giving her a meaningful kiss.

"You like?" Luna asks with soft eyes and a loving smile.

"I fucking LOVE." He easily declares.

"Cool." Luna smirks, replying just the same as before as she kisses him back and wraps her arms around his waist.

"Thank you." He tells her as he runs his long fingers along her wet skull until his large hands cradle her head.

Colson kisses Luna with a passionate gratitude. Dipping their naked bodies onto the bed, he slowly and sweetly makes love to her. Taking his time as he softly kisses her while overfilling her body with himself. Running her hands lightly along his body, Luna enjoys their tenderness.

"Oh SHIIIIT..." Luna lowly moans as he kindly gives them both exactly what they want.

Sighing contently, wrapped in each other Luna and Colson let their kisses linger on each other's lips. Genuine and truthful I Love Yous being passed between them as they enjoy their quiet, intimate moment together.

Finally gathering themselves, they proceed to burn and chatter together as usual while they get dressed. Colson still railing his preference of Adderall while Luna pops her own three percs. She's trying hard but the gaping hole that ripped her shoulder muscles in two REALLY fucking HURTS.

Colson's dressed in all black while Luna pulls on loose, ripped jeans and a white crop top. A red and black flannel loosely tied around her waist as her hair flows wildly with a touch of natural curl.

"Make sure you wear your ring tonight." Colson tells her as he pecks the top of her head.

"Always do..." Luna gives him a weird look as she tosses up both hands, wiggling her fingers to display each of her beloved rings.

"Fucking better." He taunts her, slapping and jiggling her ass cheek to her pleased giggles as they walk out of the bedroom.

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The Agora Ballroom is sold out and jam packed. Colson is putting on a special concert to debut Hotel Diablo in full to ONLY his hometown.

Everyone is there. Colson, Ashleigh and The Boys. Luna, Casie, Pete Ashley, Dom, Sam and Benny. Mod's there, so is Caroline and Noah. Trippie Redd, Naomi Wild and Lil Skies all coming through along with Phem to perform their features. Backstage easily overflowing with artists and friends as Dub and Johnny come trickling in with a few other long time Cleveland friends. Sporadic industry pals making their way around also.

"What's happenin', My Dude?" Colson happily greets his friend with a dap and huge hug.

"Nutten' man... Worken' on the album, taken' care of Baby Girl. You know how it be.... What's poppin' wit 'chu?" Dub asks nodding in Luna's direction.

"You talk to Slim, hunh?" Colson shakes his head with a grin.

"More than your bitch ass." He replies with a joking tone.

Colson can see Luna but with the crowded room it's hard to get her attention. "Thanks Tommy." He thinks, smiling to himself, knowing exactly how to grab her.

"Hold up." He tells Dub before cupping his mouth with is hands and hollering "BROOOOKLYYN!!"

"This man..." Luna's mind laughs as she looks for Colson. Catching his eye quickly, she smiles brightly at him. "FUCK, I love his stupid ass." Her brain continues to tease her as she makes her way towards him.

"What's up, Ya Nut?" She chuckles once she reaches him, standing on her tippy toes to kiss his lowered cheek.

"Kitten, this is one of my bestfriends Dub. Dub-O... My Bitch, Luna fucking Smith." Colson beams with pride as he introduces the two.

"It's so nice to finally meet you! The way Colson talks about you, I feel like I already kinda know you." Luna says warmly as Dub loosely accepts her hug.

"That's funny because he ain't told me shit about you." He answers her with a snide look at Colson.

"Oh. No pleasantries? Straight to the Gate? Aight. What's good?" Luna's tone changes immediately as she pops her chin out with her last words.

Colson starts to laugh when Dub's top lip snarls at her fierce response. Cocky in his own right, Dub doesn't hesitate to hit back.

"You tell me, seems you always got my boy caught up in some shit." He cuts.

"Excuse me?" Luna draws back with her eyebrows furrowed.

"What the fuck you talkin' about Dub-O?" Colson jumps in with a slight attitude, just as confused as Luna.

"The streets speak, Kells." Dub says turning to Colson. "Word is Eminem's gunnen' for you even harder after whatever YOUR bitch pulled in Detroit." He continues as he shoots a glare at Luna.

"Motherfucker, you're out 'chour mind." Luna laughs at him. "And your streets don't know SHI..."

Colson cuts her off before she can finish, questioning his friend "What the FUCK you talken' about, Dawg? Luna held shit down as always and fuck that little bitch ass pussy. Let him come see me. I'll fuck his punk ass up again." Colson spits out.

"Bunny, don't." Luna says as she slips her hand into Colson's, both knowing she's trying to hit that natural anxiety reducer. "Look, I don't know what you heard and honestly, I don't care because it ain't right." She says directly to Dub before looking up at Colson then back at him. "But you better believe..." Luna continues looking straight into Dub's eyes as she points at him with her free finger. "Imma give you a legit reason not to like me if you fuck up his night... Because bestfriends don't do that shit." Luna states coldly before grabbing Colson's chin, planting a solid kiss on the side of his jaw and stalking away.

"WHAT THE FUCK DUB-O?" Colson balks angrily.

"I had to see if she could hang." Dub smirks at Colson bewildered confusion. "Slim said she rides hard for you, I had to see how hard." He laughs lightly with a shrug.

"You're a fucking DickHead." Colson snickers once he realizes what his friends play was. "Yo, you better get correct with her, she ain't nothin' to be fuckin' wit." Colson begins to laugh as he shakes his head.

"I see... Something tells me she can take a joke though." Dub laughs louder with amusement along with his old friend as he Buddy Slaps on the back.

"Actually, her fucked up ass probably would appreciate your stupidity." Colson continues laughing as the two of them turn towards the BackStage madness.

Luna's grooving. She'd love for all of Colson's friends to like her but unlike him, she doesn't give a flying fuck if they do. Honestly, she could give a flying fuck if anyone likes her. The less people that like her, means the less people that she has to unwillingly talk to.

Oddly enough, she's a hypocritical social butterfly. Floating around as she hangs out with their friends and kindly introduces herself to Naomi, Trippie and Lil Skies. Meaningfully gushing and talking to each of them regarding their personal contribution to Hotel Diablo. Going as far to tease Trippie about his Plan B, yeah. She loves the whole album, how could she not express her adoration and appreciation towards their work on it.

"Kitten..." Colson calls for her.

"You're on in 20." Ashleigh says, trying to redirect him.

"Hold on." He says putting up his index finger. "BROOKLYN!!" He says a little louder catching her attention.

"Hmmm?" Luna asks once she reaches him.

"I FUCKING love-LOOOOVE YOU!! He declares as he wraps a long arm around her waist and plunks a heart felt kiss onto her lips.

"Love you, Bunny." Luna giggles in sheer content as she pulls him in for a tight lip lock. "Fuckin' kill 'em." She grins as she squeezes his ass and sends him OnStage.

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The Band had been teasing his unknowing fans all throughout June with Sex Drive as they waited for his set to begin. Those who had experienced it, make the connection immediately and are going wild. As Cara's voice floats over top of them, welcoming them to The Hotel Diablo, the venue erupts into an excited explosion.

Colson is electric and in rare form tonight. The success of his album finally sinking in has him running, dancing and jumping like an overexcited puppy.

Luna's SideStage with Casie, Ashley, Pete, Ashleigh, Sam, Dom and a few others kicking out the lyrics to El Diablo as they bounce to the contagious hit. Jumping and pumping their fists as they pass bottles of Jamison and rattle along with Colson.

🎶I KNOW//PEOPLE HATE ME//JUST BY MY APPEARANCE//YOU MOTHERFUCKERS//CAN'T BE SERIOUS//EH🎶

Luna and Ashleigh shout as they bop together and thrust their fists into the air. Dropping their curled hands as they continue spouting about throwing dice and keeping their circle tight. Spinning their fingers in the air as they groove and grin at each other laughing. Pete headlocks Luna making Ashley shove him as AJ opens up with Hollywood Whore. Stopping them all in their tracks as the sweet reminder of Chester radiates through their souls.

Riding the riff side by side, they recite the lyrics alongside Colson. Happily joining them is Mod, Noah, Caroline, Phem, Johnny and Dub. Whose intently watching Luna. There was only a half truth to his rudeness towards her. He don't trust THAT Bitch at all. He also hasn't spoken to Slim in a week either.

As the bass kicks in the group of them slam into each other. Luna holding Casie's hand and protecting her with her body as they continue to sing along and bash into one another. The crowd is insane. Shouting the chorus along with Colson as he raps about two faces trying to fit in to his world when there's no new space while wanting to get him to commit third degree murder. Undercover exposing those who tried to play him like a Hollywood Whore in the City of Danger. Watching Colson rip into his guitar makes Luna's nipples hard as her pussy begins to salivate for him. He's fucking hot. On and off stage.

Colson talks to his family about the relevance of the song as the main chords to Glass House lowly play behind him. He mentions how he misses too many of his friends. Chester, Nipsey, Mac... Too many to list. Luna can hear his voice break slightly as he asks the crowd to sing along with him and Naomi.

Luna doesn't sing. She can't. It's one of the many songs on this album that breaks her heart too much. Holding Casie against her, she wraps her arms around the little girl's shoulders as she tries to hold back her tears. The ballroom is shouting along with Naomi as she begs to be thrown into damn flames and to be buried with gold chains. Luna braces herself and Casie for the most gut wrenching part of the entire album.

🎶Lately//I've been sick of livin'//And nobody knows//How I'm really feelin'//I always hated to smile//But I keep//What is killing me//Hidden inside//I didn't sign up//To be the hero//But I don't want//To wind up a villain//I put my daughter to bed//Then attempted//To kill myself//In the kitchen//Yeah//I should've screamed//But//Nobody listenedSo I passed out//With the blood drippin'//In this glass house//Feelin' like a prison//Me and death//Keep tongue-kissin'//I just fell out//With my lil' bro//The life gettin' to us//The drink gettin' to us//The drugs gettin' to us//It's highway to hell//And everybody knew//What the fuck//Were we doin'?🎶

Colson runs the bars flawlessly. Luna can't help the tears that drop from her eyes as her breath shudders. The truth of his lyrics are too painfully as she holds Casie a little bit tighter. With her mind flashing back to Justin's blank eyes she can't help the range of emotions she feels while thinking of Casie dealing with Colson in the same situation. Luna closes her eyes as she holds the little girl close and wishes for the song to end.

It does. The context of the next song isn't any easier though as Burning Memories kicks in. Colson's words shattering Luna's heart into a million pieces. The recording is nothing compared to his live voice finally asking his mother how she could leave him for another. Luna can only slightly vibe with everyone else as they sing about him dying before he wakes. Lil Skies comes out to the crowd's cheers to ask for Love and Truth before Luna's soul flips with the liquor in her stomach as Colson sings along with his fans about their dark days coming in the summer. Feeling the rumble of their voices, Luna finds it both amazing and soul wrenching that the album only dropped this morning, yet almost the whole venue knows all of it's intimate words.

Ashleigh grabs Luna's loose hand as she watches the blood drain from her face and tears drop from her unknowing eyes. Her touch and Pete's voice asking about More Dracula as him and Colson laugh and recreate the skit OnStage pulls Luna back to her senses.

"You okay?" Ashleigh asks her friend with concern.

"Yeah... It's just harder to hear it live." Luna sighs.

"I know..." Ashleigh squeezes her hand.

The lead up beat to Floor 13 starts flowing through their blood and Luna is quickly out of her wicked head. Smiling at Ashley, they rapid fire the lyrics at each other along with Colson. Luna laughs when he mentions what will happen upon a physical run in and Casie's hands. Rocking her good shoulder into the tiny Baker, Luna grins at her. Shooting finger guns at each other as they let off with her daddy.

🎶I heard that//They call me//Yeeeah//Let 'em in//I got somethin'//For 'em//Yeeeeah//Please forgive my sins//Blood on my//Ralph Laureeen//I can't wash this shit//Wake up//Say//Good morninnnn//Like I forgot🎶

Laughing, Luna swings Casie around from behind after singing the chorus together. Whispering Hotel Diablo along with her ASMR into her ear with a giggle. Casie cheeses while squealing and squirming out of Luna's grasp. Grabbing Pete and Ashleigh's hands as her dad kicks into Roulette.

This is Luna's favorite song on the album. She happily dances, sings and raps along with Noah, Mod, Ashley and everyone else about that Mothafucken' Rida Music. Sliding her thumb along her latest gift, Luna keeps her body rolling as she drags the double X along it's shiny string. Her and Noah grinning at one another as they share another bottle of Jamison and ask the other how many times they're gonna play with death before their 30yrs old. Cause they're chosen.

Things lighten up as The Boys joke around about Baze being Truck Norris. They were so fucked up the night Slim drunkenly tried to compare him to Family Guy skit with Chuck Norris's beard that none of them would have even remembered if it wasn't recorded. It's Benny's laugh that highlights the inside joke placed track, bringing a much needed lightness to the heavy album.

Naomi comes back in as her voice haunts the crowd. Taunting them as she sings about death in her pocket and how she feels so alive. Luna and Casie are holding hands again as they recite the lyrics along with Colson as he reminisces about him and Slim trappen'. Before he can mention his worry about passing down his addictive genes Sam scoops Casie up from behind. With so many people SideStage, this is the first time Sam has been able to make her way over to her smaller friend.

"What up, Homie!!" Sam laughs as she kisses Casie on the side of the cheek.

"SAMMY!!" Casie shouts excitedly as she turns to hug the dark haired drummer.

"I missed YOU!" Sam exclaims as she sprinkles kisses all over Casie's face. "I got you something..." She says as she digs in her pocket.

Candy is floating through the back Luna's mind as she watches Sam present Casie with three small band pins. "Who is this person?" She laughs to herself. "I wonder if this is how it felt with me..." She thinks of how six months ago she wouldn't have touched a child with a 10ft pole but now couldn't imagine not loving Casie. "Life is so fucking weird..."

"Shit Loons, I'm so sorry!" Ashleigh interupts her thoughts. "You're on in like 10 and I know you're not dressed."

"5:3666 is up after this, then me?" Linda asks as she hears Colson's opening chords to I Think I'm Okay.

"Yeeeeah..." Ashleigh answers sheepishly.

"Fuck it, how do I look because I'm not missing this song." Luna grins as she displays herself to Colson's manager.

"Great as always." She sighs out a laugh of honest relief.

"Then let's FUCKING GOOO!!" Luna shouts, grabbing her hand.

Pulling Ashleigh along, she rallies Casie, Sam and Ashley. Easily pushing their way to front right stage. Holding hands, jumping and screaming along with Colson, Dom and their fans, the group of girls rage.

🎶Watch me//Take a good thing//And fuck it all up//In one night//Catch me//I'm the one on the run//Away from the headlights//No sleep//Up all week//Wasting time//With people I don't like//I think//That something's//FUCKING wrong with me🎶

Everyone goes ballistic as Dom sings his solo. The venue is throbbing as they continue to rip through the pop punk song. Dropping their guitars, both boys jump into the ocean of waiting hands as they continue to sing together.

Climbing back OnStage, they grab their guitars again. Finishing out the song with multiple layered, intense GoodNights. The voices singing along with them so powerful, Luna swears she can feel the stage shake.

"Give it up for my brother, YungBlud!!" Colson shouts to the crowd's roars.

Phem joins The Band OnStage. Her moody voice wrapping around Colson's equally dark lyrics perfectly. His EST Fam chanting word for word with him. There is not one person in that building who isn't a Machine Gun Kelly fan. As the song comes to an end the ASMR of Luna and Colson in the studio plays over the speakers, making the walls shake in anticipation.

Dub continues to watch Luna as she swigs the bottle once more before disappearing. Like most people, he's not quite sure what he thinks of her.

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"Meh... Ash and Case seem to like her and she definitely ain't a member of The Slut Squad...." Dub thinks to himself while observing Luna. "Maybe she ain't as bad as Slim made her out to be.... She definitely got an attitude." He chuckles to himself. "Kells needs that though. Fuck... I don't know... who am I to judge.... Especially if Case and Ash bang wit her... Guess we just gonna have to see..." Dub decides as he watches Luna head OnStage.

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They start off as they have the many times before. Luna opening up delicately at the piano before Colson leads her out and The Boys kick in heavy behind them. Slaying his guitar, he raps about giving one another life while suffocating in the other's kiss. Bouncing around the stage, buzzing and teasing one another while promising each other how they'll want them forever and take them where ever.

🎶I'm just a LunaTic//With her Gunn//When we're together//Bad Things happen//The way you touch me//Is better than ecstasy//When we're not together//I still feel you//Coursing through me🎶

Luna and Colson hit the second chorus again together as Rook slams into his kit and Colson continues to shred his guitar. He tosses it SideStage as he joins her for last few verses. Pulling her in close as their bodies rock together and rush for the other. Grabbing her hand The Band drops away as they harmonize the last lyrics together.

🎶I'm all in//There is no maybe🎶

As they finish, Colson twirls her out. Letting go of her hand, Luna stops. Drops her head back with her arms at different angles and pops one knee. The response to their performance is volcanic. The crowd erupting for an ENCORE as the lights begin to go down.

Colson can't hear them, just his one thought. "I am going to FUCK the shit outta her..." His mouth salivating as he scoops her up to invade her willing mouth.

"You're so fucking hot." He pants as he continues to kiss her. "I wanna run an encore for El Diablo. What do you think? We'll get everybody OnStage?"

"Fuck YEAH!" Luna agrees kissing him back. "You tell The Boys, I'll grab everyone else." She grins.

"I fucking LOVE YOU." Colson tells her with a light laugh as he kisses her once more before they seperate for their missions.

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[terulakimban]

Hey, I saw your post about stopping teenage boys from making racist jokes and I was wondering how I could get my brother to stop. He's 13 and I'm 16 and I don't think he cares about what I think of him all that much. How can I get him to stop?

A few points of clarity here. When I made my addition before reblogging that post, I had no idea what kind of traction it was going to get or how far past the handful of people I interacted with it was going to go. Had I known those things, I would have phrased things different, added the additional context I added in a later reblog, or, most likely, not added my own commentary at all. Other relevant bits for my situation. I was, in these contexts, the only adult in the room, I was very new to the whole “being an adult” thing, I had no formal training as an educator and much of what was being said was actively harmful to other children present who were also my responsibility. Some of those points are still applicable. Furthermore, I am one stranger on the internet, I do not know you, your brother, or child psychology, and you should not take my advice as gospel.  My goal in “shut down the racist/sexist crap” was not “change this child’s mind” it was “there are other children who are legitimately threatened by some of what is being said who should not be subjected to the discussion of why this behavior is inappropriate because they live it.” I also note in that post that I already had a working relationship as mentor-figure with the kids who listened. That’s important, but that relationship has to be allowed to develop organically and not with the goal of “eventually mold the child.” These were kids who liked and looked up to me not because I wanted them to but because I treated them respectfully and we did not have extreme conflicts of personality. You’re a kid yourself. I hope, for your sake, that there are adults in your life who are good at establishing that kind of relationship (additional note, I am using ‘relationship’ in this post exclusively in the “general pattern of interactions between two people” sense), but in case they aren’t, I’m going to touch on that in here too.  The last thing I had going for me was that every single one of these boys 1) did not actually believe most of the crap he was spouting 2) really did want approval and attention from an authority figure and 3) was saying it to fit in with other children who routinely threw similar back at him and were not present. (Relevant context there, these incidents were primarily in a Jewish education environment.) I also had the advantage of being able to pull the kid aside after the fact and essentially have a “dude, what gives, I’m not going to call you out in class but where is all that coming from” talk. So, with context out of the way, advice as relating to your brother: the short answer is that “you can’t.” At least not if the goal is just “make him stop” on its own and you two aren’t friends and he doesn’t look up to you in any capacity. Elephant in the room first: if he actually believes what he’s saying, that’s out of your paygrade; that’s when you rope in your applicable trusted grownups and contact an organization like Life After Hate for advice. The rest of this post is written with the assumption that he probably doesn’t believe most of the bigoted things he says but he’s either learned that saying them gets responses or just picked them up somewhere and never thought about it. No matter what, if you’re the only person in his life saying “that’s not acceptable”, you are fighting an uphill battle. It might well be a hill worth dying on, but it won’t be easy.  The long answer is: “does he have a reason to care about what you think”. Is your relationship with him generally positive? Negative? Neutral? Do you just kind of inhabit the same space and not interact? Based on the relationship you currently have, do you see the two of you still being in touch of your own volition and not because other relative demand it once you’re both adults and not living together? It’s perfectly fine to say “nah, we’re not close and we’ll probably go our separate ways once we can”. That is a thing that happens sometimes and it is not inherently a question of fault or blame. But if you’d rather not have that happen, if he’s generally someone you like being around who just... sometimes says out of line crap that you don’t want to hear or is annoying or... I dunno, eats the leftovers you were saving, then focus on your relationship with him, not a one-way thing where you try to fix his behavior and he ignores you for being annoying.  Things kids should hear, when appropriate, from older people in their lives: “I’m sorry.” “You were right and I wasn’t, it’s [XYZ].” “Can you tell me more about/explain [thing kid is interested in that older person knows less about].” “Y’know, I haven’t considered that before.” “Good idea.” “Well done.” “I’m proud of you.” “Please.” “Thank you.” “That’s a good question.” And those things should be said sincerely -and without making a big deal of them. In other words, kids need to be treated like people. Y’all deserve to have your feelings acknowledged. You know adults aren’t perfect. You know we screw up. It does you and us no favors to pretend otherwise most of the time. (Disclaimer: I have never worked with children under the age of six, and even my experience with kids that young is limited. I don’t know if it’s actually good for preschoolers to pretend adults are infallible.) You deserve encouragement, not just criticism, and you deserve to have your effort acknowledged, even when you fail. And here’s the thing: if your relationship with someone is an entirely unilateral thing where they list off what’s wrong about you and you are expected to sit there and take it, eventually, they will snap. They might snap towards anger and they might snap towards anxiety and they might snap in some other way entirely, but it is not sustainable in the long-term.  So with all of that in mind, the actual answer? “Put that aside for now and focus on being a reliable friend-figure to your brother, if that (the relationship) is actually a thing you want.” Spend a bit more time together (or less if you two are stuck with waaaaay too much family time right now). Ask him about a hobby or interest of his that you don’t share. Ask to join him with one you do. If he thinks your friends are generally cool and it’s just that you, personally, have sibling-ick, include him periodically when y’all do stuff. You don’t have the authority to just make him stop doing objectionable things. More importantly, as another child in his life, that’s not your job. Down the road, if you’ve got a working relationship going and he says something bigoted, you can ask -and I do mean ask (as in, as sincerely and non-judgmentally as you can) -where he got that from/why he says it/if he believes it and then listen to his answer and let the conversation flow from there. And that conversation is hard, and that conversation is scary and the first time I had it as the adult, I had a shitload of internal panic of “oh god what if I say the wrong thing” going on that I very carefully did not express because that was my problem, not the kid’s, and at that point the kid needed a grown-up to listen to what was going on in his life and I was the one who’d gotten picked. But there’s no easy mute button in real life. (Fact.) Authoritarian “because I said so” is usually not going to work and tends to backfire. (Opinion.)