#colouring frames is an addiction

[cephalonezha]

im on a mission to colour all of my girlfriends warframes (ive done 11 so far) so heres a masterpost the frames ive coloured!

[terras-domain]

can you tell me on how bad you want Sullyoon? what'll you do if she gives you consent?

AN OFFER I CAN'T REFUSE

Male Reader X Seol Yoon-A (Sullyoon)

Tags: Rich Male Reader, Bratty Sullyoon, Unhealthy Spending, Lip Gloss, Cumshot, Voyeurism

terra's note: hello! Been a while since I've been writing huhu ;-;. Hope you're all doing well. I got quite a line of requests on hold so I better get to it haha. Sorry to the anons waiting for me to actually move my lazy ass, I'll try to set a little time frame for me to do these requests so I can actually write stuff I've been having in my mind. In any case, enjoy~! (And I love you all <3)

"Oppa~! I told you I want to go out shopping again~"

My thumbs could only rub my temple, trying to make sense out of her words. This is her third time this month where she's on a shopping spree. And Sullyoon's shopping addiction isn't any normal addiction, she could range from a thousand to probably fifty thousand dollars just in one day. I might have the money for it, but if she keeps doing this, time will only prove my girlfriend's shopping addiction could only make me go bankrupt.

"But babe...you just went shopping last Wednesday no?" I asked, resting by the couch and stretching my arms to wrap it around Sullyoon. The bratty Yoon-A pouted in dissatisfaction. Honestly it's very cute when she does that face, but it's just not a good day when she keeps nagging and whining about me not giving her enough money to feed her crippling addiction with designer clothes and expensive bags that she barely ever uses. "I know, but oppa. Today there's a special event at the Chanel boutique at the mall. And I want it!" Her eyes starts to pull her trump card, puppy eyes with her soft face resting on against my chest, almost like cat begging for food by purring at me. "Fuck, this brat really doesn't let up easily!" If only I had the guts to say that out loud. Only monologues from the voices inside could be made as a response. "Fine. We can go and take you shopping." Sullyoon's crocodile tears almost got sucked back into her retina from how happy she is to hear the news, smiling ear to ear in victorious. "Yeaaaay~ I love you oppa!"

"But..." I cut off her victory celebration, smirking as I looked back at my girlfriend's pretty face. "Only if you agree to my terms." I continued, making the ecstatic Sullyoon puzzled. "What is it oppa? What's your rule?" "You can spend as much as you like baby. I'll treat you like a princess. But I want to have you as mine 100% today, and you can't say no~" My face looked back at Sullyoon, knowing this type of offer would definitely make her have second thou- "Sure, no problem!" Her quick answer shocked me. Without a single hesitation she wants to take the deal so easily.

I brought her to the bedroom, handing over a small well decorated box, containing a buttplug inside it. "I want you to wear this babe." I ordered, which created a smirk on Sullyoon's face as she laid in bed, spreading her legs as she slowly pushes the sex toy inside her anal hole. "Happy now, baby?" She asked, an eyebrow raising high up, showing this is light work for her. "Oh Sullyoon I love it," I smiled, pecking a kiss on her lips as I rubbed her back door, pushing her buttplug a bit deeper inside while I caress her smooth silky cheeks. "But we're only getting started~"

I asked Sullyoon to come to the mall in a crop top, which of course she has to oblige from the rules we set up together. Though as much as I want to make it a challenge, I couldn't dare to leave her out cold in the mall while shopping, so I lent her my cost to wear while we walk around and look what her lust for expensive products lead her to. She first went to a an SK-II outlet, looking for some beauty products, particularly a new makeup set. It's not like she ran out of them, she just wants a new colour.

Sullyoon tested out a new cherry pink shade on her plump lips, slowly filling in her lushes lips with the colour. It made me hard from how she's so attentive when doing so, causing me to pitch up a tent underneath my pants. "Ughhhh babe...you look hot as always~" I grunted, looking at her painted mouth, smiling back at me as the staff starts to approve how pretty Sullyoon is wearing it. "Thanks baby, it's special edition lipstick by the way. Hope you don't mind that." FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS. God she's really trying her best to drain every penny out of my wallet or something. "Fine...you can buy that-" I surrendered. It was a good colour on her, and it looked so hot I can't say no to that. "but only if you suck me off while wearing those lipstick hehe"

I dragged Sullyoon with me towards a shelf where people don't check out much. Pushing her down on her knees I pulled out my cock to let it land on her face. "Wait...bae not here" Sullyoon pleaded, the shame kicking in as she doesn't wanna get caught, she's an idol after all. My face didn't change expression at all, not even an ounce of my body cared about her pleads. "Well you're not shy using my money." I replied while my hand reached the back of her head. "So you better keep up the shameless act, slut!" I continued as my hand pushes Sullyoon's gorgeous face to take my cock, forcing it in her throat. "Ughh.... mmmhhhh!" Sullyoon groaned in retaliation, but not for long. This isn't the first time Sullyoon suck my boner, so it's not hard for her to take it in and work me up.

"Ughhhh just like that Sullyoon baby. Keep going babe." I grunted as Sullyoon's mouth got to work, her lips locking my cock between them, her tongue swirling on my tip. It's so good I couldn't help but let a few moans escape my mouth, immediately covering up my mouth hoping nobody hears us. "Mmmh nghhh~" Sullyoon's eager slurping kept my mind occupied, enjoying the sensation of her mouth working up my cock just like she does it every other night. The way her round pearl like eyes stare at me so innocently whilst her mouth work my cock like a pro, it's enough to make me lose my mind. "Ughhhh baby I wanna cum." I groaned, not like Sullyoon can stop me from cumming. We had a deal, and I want to get as much of from it! I started to cum, blasting rope after rope of cum in her mouth, shooting it inside her throat. "Mmmmh~ ghhhhck!" Sullyoon grunted, trying to avoid gagging as she receives my thick load of semen deep in her mouth. It felt too good, I accidentally shot my cum on her pretty cherry pink lips as I pulled out. "Oppa....the lipstick" she looked up, disappointed and shocked. " Awwww don't worry baby, I got some paper towels to clean you. And we can go buy that lipstick now hehe~"

Beep

And there goes a 5000 dollars. All for her lipstick. Well it doesn't really matter, since I got a good blowjob from Sullyoon thanks to it. We kept walking around the mall when Sullyoon pulled me towards a boutique. "C'mon oppa. I wanna look here next!" She dragged me in, and just like that I could already feel my money flowing out of my pockets.

The best part of shopping for Sullyoon's clothes is watching her obsession with clothes. The tight and short shirts she wore, exposing her smooth and silky tummy just gets me going. I just watch as she picks one shirt after the other, pairing her crop tops with skirts and jeans, her eyes couldn't stop looking at them. It felt like forever, but it was all worth it to see Sullyoon's beauty with her fashion sense, changing from one pair of clothing to another like it's a fashion show. Not only did I enjoy watching her having fun trying out all these clothes, my cock also was enjoying the sights of her visuals entertaining and her sexy body exposed.

"...and that's the last one." Sullyoon giggled, twirling as she shows off the last piece of clothing she was trying on and got in the fitting room to change up. I couldn't keep myself calm anymore. Following her inside, I could see her slowly undressing herself, dropping her skirt down to reveal her round butt. Smirking, my hand swings towards her left cheek, smacking her ass which make her jolt. "Ngaah~! Oppa-" she couldn't finish her sentence, my hand already on her mouth, covering up her moans with my palm. With my cock twitching, itching to penetrate her, I couldn't care less of where I am, and how wrong it is to do this. My cock immediately pushed it's way inside Sullyoon's tight pussy. The sensation of her cunt taking in my thick rod made me grunt in pleasure, slowly putting up to a slow speed while my hand kept covering her soft tender lips, making sure she doesn't let out any loud moans to attract the staff or other customers of our little party in the fitting room.

"nghhhh mmhhh~" Sullyoon's muffled moans vibrate on my palm, heating up from the breath of her moans. As much as this must be embarrassing for her, I know she's loving it, enjoying the sensation from getting fucked in standing doggy position and being able to see her reflection of her getting railed in front of her. "Are you enjoying it baby?" I loosened up my hand, letting her finally speak when it looked like she can control her moans for now.

"Aaah~ aaah~ fuck" Sullyoon's moans were audible if someone walked near the fitting room. Thankfully the day wasn't too busy and not many customers were around. "Oh Sully look at you taking this cock like a good girl~" I grinned, pistoning my cock hard inside her, causing her moans to be a bit louder, but she did well to suppress them. With my rod fully indulged in Sullyoon's tight cunt, my grunts were also inevitable. Our moans together inside that small room, with the thought of getting caught was so hot.

I tried to push my luck harder, unlocking the fitting room door and opening it wide, letting the view of me being inside Sullyoon up to anybody that is remotely close to it. "Oppa! What're you doing?" Sullyoon wanted to scream, it was obvious. But she also didn't wanna get caught, so she said that in a whispering yell. "Oh baby~ don't tell me you're not into it~ you're getting wetter already." I smirked, with my cock getting harder for her as I thrust in and out of her, Sullyoon doing her best to cover up her moans from being pounded from behind. Sullyoon could feel my cock growing bigger inside me, knowing what's about to come. "Oppa, if you wanna cum, please cum inside. I can't get caught with my body covered in cum again." She begged, with her cute face doing puppy eyes at me. Adorable.

"Hmmm that sounds like a good idea babe~" I pondered on it, before finally I pulled out. " But I think I'm the only one able to make the calls here~" I giggled as I started to rub Sullyoon's clit, massaging it while my finger pushes inside her, fingering her. It made the cute Nmixx member to moan loudly for a second before being covered by her two hands. I kept going, moving my fingers in a frenzy inside her pussy, making her legs shiver. "Mhhhh, nghhhh-!" Sullyoon's muffled sounds was all over the place as her eyes rolled back, and her legs now tremble as she cums, dripping out her climax from the pleasure of my hands finishing her off. "That's a good girl Sullyoon~" I praised her, letting her take her time to grasp herself. While she's doing that, I kept jerking off, stroking hard as I take aim on her nice bubble butt. "Fuck I'm gonna cum-" I grunted, shooting rope after rope of cum on her ass cheek, covering her with my cum as her bodily liquids drip from her pussy to her thighs.

And there goes more of my money, spent for Sullyoon's lust for fashion. "That was fun, wasn't it baby?" I asked Sullyoon, who was getting exhausted from getting railed. Her face a bit pale from exhaustion, but she looked happy with the stuff she bought. We both walked out of the mall and got in my car to reach home. "I'm just happy it's all over" Sullyoon sighed in relief, leaning to her seat. "Oh? Who said it's over? I think the deal was 24 hours~" I reminded her, which made her look at me in shock. "You're not gonna be shopping for a while when this day ends, babe hehe~"

[bigwishes]

I’m back. I can’t help it, I’m completely addicted to your magic. Watching you grant so many wishes and transform so many people is incredible.

Work recently has been driving me crazy. All I want is to forget all about it and become a big dumb bodybuilder. So big and stupid that I won’t even be capable of stressing over work. I’ll only know how to big bigger.

Please grant me my wish, oh great one!

Sure! sorry it took so long, a lot of things get lost in the request pile so hopefully this will be a great surprise.

You want to be a big dumb bodybuilder? easy! you only want to know how to get bigger? well I can definitely arrange that for you.

You are at home laying in bed when you start to feel a strange and sudden sensation as your biceps suddenly begin to inflate with size and muscle. Veins on your arms stick out as they visible pump blood around your body. You sit up feeling the slight sting of your stretching and widening body, feeling the trembling sensation of rapidly expanding bone, muscle and sinew.

You can't help but let out a slight moan as you hear your shirt rip around your back. You look down at your legs and see your expanding thighs tightly hug your shorts before starting to slit them.

You flex you bicep and watch it tear through your shirt like it was nothing. You pull of the tattered strands of fabric from your body and go stand in front of you mirror admiring your new form.

You hear a small voice in your head

"work out now" it whispers deep into your mind

You ignore it, focusing on your new size and strength, looking at yourself you get turned on feeling as your pants tighten and you dick gets harder. You pull your pants down and ready yourself for a wild time of pleasure and flexing when a potent tingling pulses out from your pelvis. As you grab your manhood it begins to rapidly shrink, you let out a shriek and begin to panic, desperately trying to stop it but there is nothing you can do as it shrinks out of your grip.

the voice returns, now booming in your head

"WORK OUT NOW"

You drop to the ground as if you were commanded by an army drill sergeant and begin to pump out as many push ups as you can.

up and down, up and down, up and down,

you don't even know how long you've been doing this, why you are doing this.

you stop, sitting up on your knees feeling your body painfully pumped up almost like it was pushing you out from the inside, every pulse of blood forcing you to get bigger. You look at your reflecting panting like a rabid dog so sweaty and out of breath you dont even notice the carpet beneath you soaked from your sweat and starting to change colour.

You cant help yourself but flex, as you lift up your arm you can smell the stench of your sweat flood out from you like nothing you've ever smelt before. Desperate for some form of pleasure you lick you arm and taste and salt from your sweat covered arm.

Its starting to get hard to move your bulky frame, letting out a large grunting breath as you drop your arm back to your side the voice begins again.

A echoing howl in your bing

"get bigger, get bigger, get bigger, get bigger, get bigger, get bigger, get bigger, get bigger, get bigger, no purpose, get bigger, get bigger, get bigger, just a machine, get bigger, get bigger, get bigger, get bigger, be a machine, get bigger, get bigger, get bigger, no purpose, get bigger, get bigger"

You grit your teeth and grab your temples with your palms, trying to ease the sensation, but you cant stop it. You drop to the ground and begin pumping out push ups once again, as fast and as hard as you can.

You look up into your bedroom mirror as you continue to force yourself to do more, you see you face dripping with sweat and can see the stench radiating off your back, your neck is getting harder to make out from your ever swelling body. You don't even remember it getting dark out. You think about stopping, for just a minute to catch your breath.

but no

you cant stop

you need to get bigger, bigger, nothing else matters, you only need to be bigger, as big as possible, you wont be satisfied until you are too big to move.

that's it, you can't stop yourself, you can't let yourself stop, not until you are a muscle bound freak.

[paulic]

Ok this is what I think the biopics will be like for each Beatle:

John will be so troubled but in a really charming way and Julian will be mentioned but briefly and they’ll make it seem like John was just too busy to be a present father (Paul will make up for it in a vomit inducingly cheesy way). His eating disorder, heroin addiction and other internal struggles (self-esteem, sexuality, maybe even gender,…) will go unmentioned or brushed over jokingly like haha he tossed Brian off, don’t we all at that age. He’ll be the cool and funny older brother & later genius who just couldn’t be confined within a band. They won’t have the guts to call his bullshit and therefore will automatically brush over his kinder and vulnerable sides. He’ll be reduced to a knock off version of the tortured artist blueprint. They’ll never pick up on his pathetic wet dog vibe

Paul will be the charming good guy who’s all in with the band. No mention of how he fucked over Jane and every other girl until Linda; he’ll be a musical genius, too, but in a prince of the people sort of way. They’ll loooove that he stopped eating meat, woke king!!!! Linda will be brushed over by making her into his soulmate wifey who finally helps the charming playboy with a heart of gold settle down. His depression and alcohol problem won’t be mentioned/reduced to feeling a little sad. He’ll be a little bossy sometimes but they won’t ever get it right how fucking annoying he could be. Straighter than a ruler. John’s brother, almost biologically. No homo. They’ll find a way to make the twink who fucked the entire population and had an ego bigger than Neptune into a straight feminist

George will be the indie underground smart Beatle and people on tik tok will start posting thirst traps of the actor with the caption “they don’t make em like this anymore” and then complain about real-George’s teeth. He’ll be so spiritual and smart and he won’t have an affair with his best friend’s wife at all and if he does it’ll be because of some spiritual insight, not because that man couldn’t keep it in his pants for 5 seconds. I’m deadly afraid of the colourful drug scenes where he’ll hallucinate god. He’ll be the perfect boyfriend and Pattie will be played by Sidney sweeney or something. They won’t take a side with the whole George Or Paul debate during the breakup, but George will be too focused on other things to want to stay in the Beatles. They won’t mention the three billion songs John&Paul deemed unworthy. They’ll never do the grudges my man held justice. No one could

Ringo will be the funny guy who luckily survived his childhood and found his passion through a kind nurse giving him his drumsticks. He’ll play an incredible drum solo at 8 years old on his hospital bed frame the first time he ever holds those sticks. He won’t be in gangs, he won’t beat his wife half to death, he won’t have drugs and alcohol problems. He’ll be peace and love from age 0. He’ll be slightly stupid and he’ll mention octopuses too much. They’ll never get it right how he was truly the eldest and how much his vote and opinion actually counted within the band and how much the boys wanted him in the band and admired him. He won’t be a sort of glue to the band. He won’t marry a teenager he met when she was 16 and he 22. He’ll be a weird version of Ken from the Barbie movie, his job will be Drum. They’ll flatten a severely nuanced and layered man to a sheet of paper with the word ‘beat’ on it

I am too afraid to even think about what they will do to Eppy

Oh and each and every one of them will have way too pretty teeth and I am already furious. I want them to have British men in the 1960s teeth. Give me British teeth and jerking off together

[didyoulookforme]

need you tonight

part of give me a moment (aka stylist au as briefly described in this tag)

warning: 18+, smut. probably grammatical errors, typos.

au masterlist here

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“sorry—‘m sorry”

you’re pretty sure those are some of the only words that stumble past his lips as you go down on him. perhaps an apology for his ring getting tangled in your hair, trying to keep you close. but to be honest, the more cynical part of you hopes it's pure regret for fucking someone else just hours before.

it was not strange for you to crave a nicotine hit at this time, more often than not stepping out the bus to smoke a cigarette or two prior to calling it a night, that first inhale always making your head buzz a little as the all-too-familiar warmth runs through your limbs, a much welcome sensation to try leave the tiredness behind.

every day was like clockwork. bus arrives at the venue. stage and lighting are assembled. band soundchecks. you have a quick dinner. then it's time for him. after all, it's what you're here to do, work as matty's own personal stylist during the tour.

you had no clue luck had finally struck when you opened those dms earlier this year.

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you didn’t recognize him. however from a swift scroll through the feed, you gathered that his name was matty. apparently the front man of a seemingly popular band with a fanbase head-over-heels lusting for them.

mostly him, though.

you couldn't help but gaze at his lanky frame and pale skin adorned with ink, zooming in on certain posts to try decipher what they were. he definitely had a point of view when it came to dressing himself—sometimes a bit messy and chaotic, but for the most part pleasing to the eye, a quality you appreciated given your line of work. his seemingly playful demeanour across photos made it seem like he was perhaps younger than you, this time a google search confirming that, in fact, he was born three years later. april 1989.

countless press photos appeared under his name and you spent the next half hour swiping back and forth between articles, finding him intriguing enough and giving you the surge of confidence to respond.

and that's basically why you're leaning against this tour bus now. the friendly banter with a stranger led you to travel the world and do what you enjoy most. the fancy clothes. the colourful glitz. the wild after parties. this stuff that you always dreamed about was somehow now your own reality that you often had to pinch yourself to ensure you weren't just passed out cold on the sofa back home.

however, this almost too good to be true gig also led you to fall for a guy, the same one whose collar you straighten almost every night.

the most fucking cliché story. some assistant falling for her boss just months after being hired. it actually makes you feel sickeningly stupid, embarrassed. still you can't seem to stop digging yourself deeper into a hole with every hour you spend caring for him, not being made any better by matty being nothing but affectionate towards you behind closed doors.

you know he’s the reason your nicotine addiction has increased tenfold, always finding yourself alone at this hour enveloped in smoke, part of you still wanting to pretend you do so to numb out the sleepless nights. took you a while to finally admit you did it as an attempt to cloud out any thought of him.

tonight’s really no different.

you’re not sure how much time has passed, but it’s enough for the cold to start settling on your skin. perhaps it’s your queue to stop and go back in. you snub out your cigarette, watching the red embers fade just as a car rounds the corner. it halts to a stop only a few meters away, and you catch the faint sound of a door creaking open, followed by the murmur of voices filling the night air.

then you hear it. that unmistakable high pitched laugh that can pull you awake in a single second. him.

and, of course. you immediately know why.

you’d learned pretty early on this was a common end to the routine: matty picks up a girl at the gig, goes fucks her somewhere, and has her drop him off right after.

reminds you of the number of red and purple bruises you often cover up before his show. it wasn't rocket science figuring out the cause, yet he never really addresses it, choosing silence and averting his gaze as your fingertips dab foundation on tender skin, temporarily hiding any remains of nights prior.

you didn't even notice your eyes had closed. not until the car door slams shut, jerking them open just in time to see him blow a kiss in her direction. your heart fractures at the sweet gesture, but only hurts for a second before he's walking towards you, his stupid wide grin mending it better.

"didn't expect to see you out here.”

open button-up untucked. blazer over his shoulder. dark curls frizzy and disheveled. everything making it crystal clear he's just slept with someone else and still not you.

"only making sure you make it back alright so i can tuck you in." of course, you wish that were the case.

it's only a few seconds until he settles next to you, leaning over to kiss your cheek. soft lips gently brushing against your skin. the way he always greets you—but only when no one's watching.

"aren't you sweet, then?"

"trying my best." given the circumstances, it's pretty much all you can do.

he pulls out his beat-up cigarette box, flicking it open and offering you one. you decline, showing him the smothered tip of your own before finally tossing it aside.

"guess it must've been a pretty good time today," you lick the pad of your thumb before rubbing a lipstick mark off his jaw. it’s always ruby red or deep maroon. those same tones which he'll compliment you on. a similar shade you left on his lips the only time your mouth had been on his.

you finish cleaning the stains off his skin, matty murmuring a soft ‘thank you’ for having done so. it’s your turn to kiss his temple. “‘tis my job, you know? making sure you look good.” you should be mad, upset, have some sort of negative emotion. instead, you can’t help but have your heart intermittently flutter when he returns a sheepish smile, his arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you close.

neither of you say much, but that’s alright. you rest your head on the crook of his neck, noticing how nice it feels. how nice he feels. you see the chipped nail polish on his fingers. the wrinkled fabric of his flowered shirt. the dark hair down his torso. the unbuckled belt at his waist. it’s only then that jealousy creeps itself back in and suddenly your shoes seem all that more interesting than the man standing by your side.

"why do you do it, matty?" the sweetness of your voice never fails to mask the envy you actually feel. or at least you hope it does.

"hmm?"

"the sleeping around.” you finally lift your head to look at him, surprised that his pretty eyes were already on you. the toothy smirk is gone, though, replaced by a thin, expressionless line at his lips. he doesn’t owe you an explanation. you know that. thus why you’re surprised when he actually starts to talk.

"dunno, really.” he lights up another cigarette and you notice as he gets lost in his mind. “i mean, it’s kinda difficult to say no to sex or a blowjob when they’re literally throwing themselves at you.” he seemingly tries to joke, but you don’t have time for funny right at this moment.

instead you wonder if it’s actually that easy.

“let me do it, then.”

“so—sorry?” he chokes mid-drag.

“let me give you a blowjob just like those other girls do. just like she did,” you point at the ghost of that green car from before, “ just tonight.”

it’s like his face cannot figure out which expression to land on, flipping between confusion, surprise, and something else that reads between need and desire.

“what the fuck?” his voice is shaky and it stings when he pushes you aside, yet, he doesn’t try hard to put much distance between you two so it’s not difficult to invade his space, standing right in front of him until your face is a breath away from his. large, calloused hands grasp your shoulders tight, halting you from inching closer.

“don’t.”

“what’s the difference between them and myself, then?” seems like a simple enough question to you. “why can they have you and not me?”

but he has no answer, at least not one that he can properly voice. his hold on you starts to lessen, perhaps giving you some permission to let you do whatever you want.

you bring your hands up to his and pull them away, kissing his knuckles before placing them on your waist. an almost incoherent ‘fuck’ leaves his lips, and, as if on cue, his head falls back willingly, giving you the space to kiss his neck. the faint smell of her still on him.

“please let me,” you whisper against his skin.

it’s not even a question at this point.

his fingers dig into your hips as you look at him once more, now noticing a mixture of lust and care in those almond coloured eyes. for a minute there, you get lost in them, admiring how his pupils dilate when your hands find the button of his pants, and how they shrink back as you finally undo the zipper. you don’t want to waste any more time—you’ve already waited too long—so you slide your palm down his pants to grab his half-hard cock, his eyes instantly rolling to the back of his head when you wrap your fingers around him.

“is this okay?”

you take the buck of his hips as a confirmation, giving you the courage to spread the precum along his length. he feels nice. having him in your hand seems just right and you only hope that he won’t regret this when he wakes up next morning in bed.

tonight is your turn to suck on the skin alongside his jaw, the thought of having to cover your own marks making you smile.

“fuck, baby.”

you’re not sure if he even noticed that sweet name leave his mouth, but you like the sound of it, and it’s all it takes for you to drop to your knees, dragging his pants and boxers down just enough to pull out his dick.

you look up at him once more, his left hand coming to tangle on your head, his other loosely holding his cigarette, almost done and fully forgotten. you kiss his tip, your gaze still not leaving his, thoroughly enjoying yourself as he bites his bottom lip each time your thumb hits that spot under the head of his cock. his scent is almost too much to bear so you take him in one go, feeling his cock twitch inside your mouth. it doesn’t take long before he’s fully hard and hitting the back of your throat.

the plastic taste of latex is still on his skin. a sad reminder that you weren’t his first tonight. that maybe you are an afterthought. just another girl who he uses to make himself come. but at least it means you get to have him even if it’s just this one time.

matty. that’s all that’s on your mind. once again. somewhat difficult to not think about him when you’re sucking him off, those heavenly sounds coming from his mouth making your own slick drip down your leg.

you pull away to catch your breath, using your hand to keep stroking him, pleasantly surprised when he pulls on your hair each time your red fingernails graze the underside of his cock. you do it again and again until he breaks and fucks your hand, apologizing for not being able to help himsel. it’s a sight you’ll commit to memory as long as you’re alive.

now that you’ve had a taste, it’s only so long you can go without having your lips around him. and that’s what you do, take him again, hands urging his hips to fuck your mouth. to fuck himself senseless in the hopes that you’ll be the one he turns to when he needs somebody else. he doesn’t deny your request, throwing away the wasted cigarette to guide you, setting a pace that allows him to stay steady on his feet.

purely drunk on him, you're barely aware when his phone vibrates in his pocket, matty muttering 'sorry' before grabbing and letting it drop onto the grass at your side. nosiness always gets the best of you, so you can't help but glance down, catching sight of a text from an unsaved number asking if he could fuck her again tomorrow.

you feel his hips falter. he knows you've seen it.

“’m sorry.”

this time it's a mix between a cry and a whimper. perhaps he did feel bad. perhaps some part of him did care about you in the way that you needed him to.

you reach back to place your hand on top of his, making him push your head further into him, to thrust into you until tears pool at your lashes just as he spills hard and fast down your throat. his taste overtakes every cell of your being as you swallow, feeling him soften against your tongue before you reluctantly pull away.

you didn’t even realize your knees were so sore until you stand up, not wasting a second to ask him is he's going to see her again the following night.

"do you want me to?" his thumb wipes away some of his cum off the corner of your lip. you reach out to suck it, slowly shaking your head in response.

he laughs nervously as his mouth clashes against yours, stealing both the air from your lungs. this wasn't the first time you’d kissed, but this wasn’t like before. the way he quietly moans against your lips. the softness of his fingers resting on your face. the crinkle at the corner of his eyes when he pulls back.

"can i see you tomorrow, then?"

you could’ve sworn you heart stopped. can you truly believe those words after watching him leave you behind all those nights? the soft circles his thumbs draw on your skin do feel sincere, the reassurance you need to perhaps let him in, give him a chance even though you know it’s a slippery one.

it’s your turn to brush your thumb against his mouth, slowly pulling at the bottom lip and watching it bounce back up into place. you kiss him one last time before confirming 'okay', immediately turning to finally head back in. not wanting to linger for too long in case he changes his mind.

you catch his reflection on the mirror, noticing as he tucks himself in, and it’s that slight smile on his face which keeps you awake for hours on end.

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[tinydefector]

This just hit me but there is sort of an inherent impact play to fucking a cybertronian! Like their metal frame probably makes it sting a little when they make contact with human skin every time they thrust. I can just image some mech seeing their humans sore little butt from taking a beating from their robo pelvis

Ahhh gods!!!. All I can think is the amount of bruises I get from bumping into things, all I can think is the bruises that would be left on my legs from large fingers. But also that each mech leaves different bruises and outlines in your skin from the plating of their digits.

You know for a fact that the human is going to be sore afterwards. They are sprawled out on a berth, table, or any surface a bot can take them on. And you know for a fact they are going to be limping, tender and sore after fucking. Yet it's almost addicting. you always find yourself back on their spike, whether it's a soft love making session or a brutal fuck fest, your always going to have marks, bruises and tenderness.

But like the amount of bruises left over, at first the cybertronians are so worried because 'oh frag I've hurt my lover' but then it turns out their human seems to rather enjoy the marks left over, tho the first few days they are rather tender and sore form it, so it turns into the next few days after a session that the bot is just watching them, checking on them.

But over time, the cybertronian starts to really enjoy the bruises, and he loves the fact that their digits are basically bruised into their lovers body. Watching the way the blues, reds, greens and yellows swell together on flesh, on one hand they hate the fact they are responsible for the injuries, but on the other they adore the colours and knowing the fact they they are the ones who did it.

If it was from anything other than interfacing or from someone else it would be a very different story, but for the fact you trust them enough to know how much strength this giant metallic being has, yet you still trust them, seek out their company and curl up against them afterwards.

_____

-Imagine getting so into it with a bot to the point they accidentally break your pelvis but your not willing to go to a medic and have to explain what happened.

- human doctor thinking your being abused due to the about of bruises on your body when they are doing a full health check.

- bot your with having a full blown panic first time they see the bruises and they scan you and realises the marks line up with their frame. And they are nearly sobbing becuase 'I've been killing your blood and skin cells and you haven't told me!?!?'

- you looking yourself in the mirror and going. "Fuck today's going to be hell" realising how much walking your going to have to do, and the fact that sitting down is going to hurt just as much.

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operations officer alex keller

cw: smut/pwp, summer/vacation fic, drinking & smoking, unprotected sex, (slight) baby trapping, body worship & dirty talk, cowgirl position

bunny says: reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated! i love reading your comments & feedback (considering this is my first time writing mr. keller <3)

this was supposed to be the vacation of a life time. you had won it at a raffle through your school and would be your getaway before your last semester of school! you were so close to your degree that you could almost taste the ink on the diploma.

so of course the little vacation was a delightful treat!

that was when you met alex keller. he was nice, you two would sit at the bar by the pool and drink. and the drinking turned to talking.

"do people ask about the leg a lot?" you asked, a little drunk, "i'm sorry, that must be a really rude question!"

he chuckled and had another sip of his pina colada, "don't worry, beautiful. i can usually tell when people look at me like i'm a freak. when we first started talking, you didn't notice it. so i know you're just a curious little thing."

"i mean." you hiccuped, "if it's anything. the tattoos are good at distracting." you then giggled, feeling heat in your cheeks. you leaned a little closer and looked up to him, "i mean also your arms a huge so i wouldn't worry about it too much!" then gave him a big smile.

little did you know that alex was falling hard for you. but, it wasn't a puppy love or a vacation fling. no, he wanted you to be his wife. and when operations officer keller got his mind on something, he saw it through to the end.

it didn't help that you were so cute in your floral printed bikini. sometimes you wore a large sunhat and heart shaped sunglasses. you were painfully cute, innocent almost.

by the second week of your trip, you two were having sex. it wasn't hard to get you into his hotel room. the first time you two got intimate, you were on the tiled floor of the hotel room in front of alex who had both feet planted on the ground on either side of you.

in front of your eyes was him stroking his almost scary cock. it wasn't like it had devil horns or cobwebs, it was just that you had never seen a cock that big up close.

a nice peachy-pink colour, cut with heavy balls and a nice bit of hair to frame it all. it was the kind of cock you could get addicted to. and for alex, that was the plan. after you gave him the blowjob of a lifetime, he finished you off by putting you in his lap and finger-fucking the living daylights out of you.

by your second orgasm, you wanted to tap out, but he kept you trapped to him. his strong fingers bullying your sweet cunt. "nah, nah, nah. no can do." he said, "you gotta be stronger than that. i think i could get at least another three out of you before you're really done." he then got his second wind and fucked you on your hands and knees. you were drooling into the pillows.

getting a taste of you, was like a shark getting a taste for sea lion blood. the poor prey would be hunted to the ends of the oceans just so the shark could have another taste.

he knew you were a real keeper when you asked about positions that would work for him given his prosthetic. you had such a cute look in your eyes when you asked him, "i don't want it to not be fun for you! i'm very flexible so however you need to do it, we can do it!"

god, you were going to be the perfect mother to his children.

painfully caring, sugary sweet. alex was certain that he had caramels with less of a sugar content than you. but he said that cowgirl was his favourite, not only for his leg but also he liked seeing "pretty fat tits" bounce with every thrust.

it was a day of sun, you two had hung out around the ocean. you dragged one of the reclined beach chairs to be closer to alex. he laughed when you struggled to pull it across the sand, but had an arm around you when you sat in the chair when it was next to his.

now after dinner, your skin felt warmed from the hot sun and you were still in the adorable sundress you brought. alex loved a girl in a sundress.

his hands were on your shoulders after you got your sandals off. your skin felt so warm, it was like touching a familiar sun. it made alex's heart give a gentle' thud' in his chest. he kissed your neck before he hands went to the zipper of the dress.

"you looked more delicious than the buffet. i'm pretty sure they could serve you up for dessert." the zipped was pulled down and you slowly got out of it before you stepped out of the dress when it hit the floor.

you stood there, almost naked in front of your summer fling (re: future husband). you giggled and started to undo the front of his button up shirt. you ran your hands down his toned, slightly hairy chest and felt your core grow hotter.

"you look so good." you giggled.

he reached over and grabbed your ass, "not as good as you." his lips were painfully close to yours, "i wanted to throw you on the table and throw that dress up, and sink into the slick little pussy of yours."

you moaned a little at his words. he got you out of your bra and panties, leaving them with the dress as he led you to the nice hotel bed. you sat on it like you had done a dozen times already. you watched him undress. then you watched him lie onto the bed.

"mmm, c'mon now, pretty girl." he said as he tapped his thigh, as if he was a stallion to ride. he then laughed when you were eager to seat yourself down on his lap.

he grasped his cock and rubbed it up against your wet slit. when the blunt head brushed against your clit you moaned. alex knew it was time to give his pretty wife what she craved for.

close to eight inches of cock.

with a hand on your thigh, he hissed through grit teeth over the feeling of you sinking down on him. a soft noise left your mouth as you planted your hands on either side of his torso to get leverage as you started to move up and down on his impressive size.

he held onto your hips and guided you up and down on his cock. the pleasure was a live wire on your body as you bounced on it. he licked his lips at the feeling of your pussy being a vice around his cock.

you felt like a fucking dream.

well, what else did he expect? of course, the pussy of his future wife was going to be perfect for him.

you really worked his cock, the sight of your breasts moving with every thrust of your hips against him. the heat stained your cheeks as you panted heavily. you looked heavenly.

alex felt the curl of pleasure in his gut as he watched you ride him. you were such a perfect fit for him. it made his heart hammer. he was very lucky that he got to meet his wife at this stupid resort.

"you're so perfect for me." he groaned.

you nodded in response, "you feel great too, alex. you're just so good for me." of course he was, he was your (future) husband after all!

he chuckled and rubbed your hip with his thigh, "well, i guess we're two peas in a pod." before another groan left his lips as you pussy rubbed up against sensitive parts of his cock.

you continued the pace you were working with, your face felt stinging hot and your body felt good all over. a heightened sense of pleasure as you bounced on his cock.

he wanted you every way he could have you and if he got his way by the end of the trip, then he'd have all the time in the world to feel every inch of you.

"such a cute little pussy."

"ah, please, alex!" you whimpered, you were painfully close. so alex took a firmer hold of your hips and moved you up and down his cock. letting him have more control.

your cunt was an enticing thing.

"good girl, all for me." he said in a soft tone that made you feel like you had honey in your skull.

you gave a few more thrusts before your pussy clenched around his cock and you climaxed. you let out such a cute little moan that it almost made alex finish on the spot.

you were just full of so many surprises, weren't you?

he soon after finished inside of you, his cum spurting into the back of your pussy (where is all belonged). he groaned at the rush all over his body. he rubbed the softness of your hips before you got comfortable next to him on the bed.

he pulled the thin white bed sheet over your lower half. he eyed your breasts a little bit, seeing the rise and fall of your chest. it made his cock harden a little bit.

he rubbed your shoulder and gazed at your. his gaze was loving yet obsessive. why wouldn't he be? he wanted to make sure he never forgot every curve of the future mrs. keller.

you spend the rest of your vacation with your future husband between your legs like he had belonged there since the universe was created. it wasn't until you were packing that you realized that neither you or alex had condoms.

and you weren't on hormonal birth control.

-

you ended up a long way from home by the end of the summer. your flight back to your home city was changed to where alex was living.

you had a nice gold band with a pretty little diamond in it, alex picked it out for you the day after you arrived back in the sleepy french village he spent most of his time in. you were almost mad at your parents for how well they took it, alex seemed like a great guy when he invited them to come visit. he wanted to know his in-laws.

by september, when you were supposed to go back to campus, you had a hands-y husband trying to see if there was noticeable bump in your middle. as you made him dinner, he'd drape his arms around your waist and poke at your middle.

"c'mon, little guy. daddy wants to feel ya."

you let him feel for the child he made with you on that nice vacation to the bahamas. there were still a lot of secrets to alex keller, but as he invaded your space and kissed at your neck it all seemed to fade away.

after all, he believed that his child needed his father. so you better brush up on your french before the due date. <3

[wandasreallover]

I don't need your help

Mother!wanda maximoff

Warnings: overdose,addicton, self-inflicted homelessness, glass child, kind of bad parent lizzie

The lights of the bustling city reflected off countless glass windows as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a glow over the streets where dreams were often hidden beneath the concrete. You walked through those streets, a shadow among shadows, your heart growing heavy with the weight of loneliness. Your mother, Elizabeth Olsen, was one of the brightest stars in Hollywood, yet you often felt like the ghost that haunted the crevices of her life.

It wasn’t that she was a neglectful mother; she had simply always been engulfed in her own star-studded world. Film after film, awards and accolades rolled into your home, but amidst the glitz and glamour, there was a hollowness that echoed louder with each passing year. Robbie Annett, your father, was often absent too—caught up in the whirlwind of his own dreams, a talented artist lost in a vibrant canvas that rarely included you.

In your early years, you clung to the hope that they would notice your existence, that they would linger a moment longer and ask about your day or share in the little joys of life. But as an only child with parents who were globe-trotters, you learned to wear invisibility as a second skin. The ache of loneliness began to pulsate inside you, growing into a desperate need for validation, for love.

Over time, as your teenage years progressed, you decided enough was enough. You felt the last strands of hope slip through your fingers. When the whispers of parents excusing their absence with work became a constant tide, you decided to abandon the ideaof ever being a functional family, instead you did what you thought was best and took matters into your own hands.

It was a cold night when you took that leap into the unknown. You slipped out of the sprawling mansion, its walls adorned with framed accolades and photographs of happy family moments you scarcely remembered,half convincedthey never happened. The city, with all its gritty charm, welcomed you with open arms,ones that in this moment appear warmer than your own mothers.

But that embrace quickly turned into a chokehold. Initially, you wandered the streets, seeking solace in nameless faces and fleeting friendships, but reality was harsh. Days stretched into weeks, and soon, you found refuge in a group of lost souls who shared your pain. With them came a dark seduction: the world of drugs. At first, it numbed the constant ache of being unseen, the crushing weight of invisibility—it offered colours where only grey had existed.

You fell deeper into that lifestyle, losing track of days and nights until time became a blur. You danced with danger, laughed with strangers, and spiraled down to depths you never fathomed you could reach. Friends became foes, and soon you'd lost them all to the streets—the very streets that had promised liberation turned hostile.

Your parents, largely unaware of your struggles, were caught in the frenzy of awards season. They dazzled on red carpets and faced cameras that sang their praises, all the while their child was fighting demons of addiction in the dark corners of the city's underbelly.

After years of existence in that harsh reality, the world you created shattered into chaos one awful night. You overdosed, the cool pavement of a forgotten alley becoming your cold embrace. It was a rough reality check, a moment of silence where the bustling sounds of the city faded away as you slipped into unconsciousness.

Days later, as the sun poured over the city once more, your mother found you. Elizabeth came rushing through the streets, a storm of frantic emotion, propelled by instinct and a desperate hope to reconnect. She had decided to take a break from her hectic schedule, yearning for a moment of peace after the buzz of her latest premiere. With your father by her side, they searched for you, calling your name into the ether.

When she saw you lying there, pale and still, all her world came crashing down. The applause from the audience faded into a deafening silence as she knelt beside you. The real-world noise faded, and all that existed was an overwhelming wave of regret. She touched your cheek, tears streaming down her face, for all the moments she had missed—the birthdays uncelebrated, the laughter unshared, the sadness left unheard.

In the seconds that felt like hours, you opened your eyes, the sun catching the tear streaks on her face, your mother's frantic exclamations blending with the sirens that wailed in the distance. The love that had been overshadowed by your invisible life suddenly ignited like a beacon amidst the darkness.

As the paramedics took you to the hospital, she held your hand tightly, whispering promises of support, of change, of hope—a promise to rewrite the story that had been marred with neglect.

The road to recovery was a long and arduous one. She spent countless days sitting by your side, sharing stories of her life with you, each narrative woven with love and a desire to understand the child she had taken for granted. Your father, too, joined this journey, his artistry now painted with the strums of tenderness and care.

In time, as you battled the shadows within, your family learned to be a unit again, to be present and to truly see each other. The crowded red carpets began to feel empty compared to the warmth of your mother’s embrace, the raw essence of moments spent with your father in the quiet, away from cameras.

Though the journey was long and strewn with challenges, you slowly rebuilt the bridges that time had eroded. Elizabeth and Robbie, once faraway figures, became your anchors—each conversation, each shared meal, and each tear shed together slowly rewrote the narrative that once threatened to trap you in eternal darkness.

With every passing day, you reclaimed your identity, stepping out of the shadows and into the light of possibility, knowing now that you were seen, you were loved, and you were no longer invisible. In that dance between shadows and light, you found hope—hope for a brighter future wrapped in the unbreakable bonds of family, even amidst the chaos of their stardom.

And so, you grew, not just as Elizabeth Olsen’s child but as your own person, carving a path that was uniquely yours, forever moving away from the darkness and towards the light.

A/n-this is a little bit of an autobiography but i didn't have a lizzie

[soapoet]

how are you, october?

+3 Taylor Swift songs each because she's striving and so should you.

like & rb if it resonates ♡

Soapy scribbles: I already did a general energy reading for this autumn season here, but there's quite a bit of energies at play this autumn, so I felt the need to look at October specifically as it feels very important.

01.

Shufflemancy: Taylor Swift ‐ Don't blame me, I did something bad, Red.

How long have you kept the light on? Sitting there, staring at the door, waiting for someone who never seems to come? The radio is on, playing two stations at once. The flower petals all say maybe, not he loves me, he loves me not. You are frustrated and confused, yearning for clarity but outside the sun just won't rise and the only light is the one lit outside your house. Have you given your time at a discount, or is the free trial still running? Someone needs to draw the line in the sand further from the waves that keep washing them away. You want more, and for love to not feel like agony. Red is the colour of passion, both love and hate. I see you wearing their white t-shirt, your heart bleeding and staining it red as you watch them sleep. Safe and sound, whilst you howl to the moon. You're growing territorial. A desperate act to ward off the wolves that prowl your prey. You saw them first, but they don't seem to see you.

It seems as though your thoughts and feelings are silly until somebody else echos them, word for word, and then they're liquid gold. You're not a ghost, but you feel your outlines blur. Where do you end and where do they begin? You haunt their halls, but they're fast asleep and never notice a bump in the night. You've felt powerless, like the quietest poltergeist, unable to move and shake the silverware, never able to rattle the cupboards or the picture frames. Somebody treats you like they would give you their last name, yet make no such commitments, not a single step in that direction. It is all up in the air, and you feel like the rug beneath your feet will get pulled at any moment. Is it not tiring to lie awake, watching the shadows, wondering what beasts may strike if you let your guard down in slumber? Without certainty, you're the one in fear under the covers, certain it wasn't just the wind. Because in your experience, it never really is.

Do not sign the dotted line without examination of the fine print. Better yet, do not sell your heart and soul to someone who will keep you on a shelf, saved for a rainy day, but will not puncture breathing holes into the lid and care for you truly. Do not let yourself be kept for a season, wings clipped and left to asphyxiate in a jar. You have given enough benefits of the doubt, but nobody is so daft, so oblivious, they would not embrace love they find worthy and good. Do not let yourself be kept as an option or as something good enough until something better, new and shiny, comes along. Close up shop and demand full subscription for your time and effort. If they won't pay the price, you'll find better in no time whilst karma chews them out. Especially if you feel like you can't do better, or have felt like love keeps avoiding you and you're somehow faulty and too broken to be loved, there really is someone around the next few corners who won't play you like a game or stick around only in fair weather but your storms too. So don't settle, you deserve better than okay and fine and good enough. For a select few, there really is love here, but may be drowning in addiction or fears of some kind. Remember that you can't help someone who doesn't want help, because change is made when they want change. This change may very well be coming up in the near future, and wrongs may be made right slowly. If this is somebody you love, whether romantically or platonically, even in a familial sense, make sure you keep your head above water and put your own oxygen mask on first before helping another. You can extend a helping hand, but do so when they ask, not because you're expected to do it because you always have. New beginnings in old relationships are possible if you want it.

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02.

Shufflemancy: Taylor Swift - Gorgeous, Paper rings, I think he knows.

Luck seems to be on your side, or it soon will be. After a long drought, you have stumbled upon an oasis. Prayers whispered in the dark, sometimes choked out by tears, are now proven to have been heard after all. Endless night and harsh winter is over, even though seasonally speaking it's right ahead of us in the northern hemisphere. In your life, however, you're coming out of a very long and hard winter. You have felt cold and lost, sometimes frozen in place, as though your icicle bones and frosted skin wouldn't let your body decompose when you thought you were dead. You were stuck up to your thighs in snow. Every step was a challenge, and harsh winds threatened you like frail branches bending and snapping in storms. Now the snow is melting, trampled into slush beneath your boots and making way for spring flowers to bloom.

Forward movement is happening in many areas of your life. New beginnings are popping up like wildflowers in a meadow for you to frolic in. You're making changes and changes are making you. Immovable objects begin to roll down the hilltop where you've felt stranded like a lone celltower sending and receiving signals. You may have felt in your heart and soul that the winds are changing. Your intuition has been wide open and receptive for some time now, hasn't it? But rooted in place unable to move you have felt unable to take action. That is changing now as not only can you move forward, but things you have wished for begin to arrive like ships to your shores. You sowed and nurtured the seeds and it is time to harvest your crops. If you have dealt with mental terrors and grief, you should see those slowly begin to heal, circumstances improve, and help becoming available to you and you finally feel ready and able to take it.

If you've been engaging in some good old fashioned yearning, know that it's a case of mutual pining. Someone whose freckles, birth marks, or scars you have mapped out like an astronomer the night sky in stolen glances has stolen just as many of you. Either one of you, perhaps both, have been closing doors as of late, gone through endings and made space for the new and found the keys to the doors once shut and chained and locked. There is a distinct sense of leveling up here, like entering a new region in a game at last when the requirements have been met, and you're now free to explore new and unknown territory. I see unwavering eye contact where before it was a game of cat and mouse. I see a church, two people side by side in the pews sharing quiet confessions. Words previously only thought find a voice and get spoken, not to the moon but the heart they were meant for. There can be some secrecy involved, but less like the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet it's keeping something sacred between two souls, keeping each other like an oath. Sheltering a flame, for some of you one rekindled, between four hands and promising to meet in the woods at night. This secrecy is not one grown from shame, but one of dedication. A solid foundation, a home and sturdy fortress is being built or rebuilt in the dark of the night so its eventual beauty and intricacies may be admired by all in the sun. You may have manifested this, or simply known this was inevitable. All you really had to do was accept it as fate and wait for it to unfold. This is a cozy kind of love, but also devout like two souls looking upon each other in reverence. It feels as close as it feels free. There's something to lean on but also room to grow. You hold each other tightly, but loosen the grip as needed, and always ready to catch the other if they fall. For some of you this marks the end of a third party situation, an entirely new love, and for others this is reworking an existing or past love with a new set of rules and making magic together after tough challenges.

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03.

Shufflemancy: Taylor Swift - The archer, Mean, Anti-hero.

Narcissus and Echo, a tragedy of old. You may have been at the mercy of fluctuating between the two. This can be a dance between you and another, or you and your own reflection. You may have pushed someone away. A friend, a family member, yourself, or an authority figure of sorts. Demanding they leave you alone, left them on read or never bothered to open their letters at all, after so long of clinging to their every word. Certain of your independence, a need to put yourself first, desperate self love wholly unrequited. Or perhaps you fought viciously for yourself, but your voice was never heard. As though you always needed someone else to speak your words for them to be taken as right and true. Perhaps you were sent on a glitched quest, "ask your mother" only met with "ask your father", leaving you in the uncertainty of the in between, alone and filled to the brim with unanswered questions and no sense of direction.

You have sought help, asked for assistance, asked all the right questions and really pushed your own cart forwards though it has been uphill. And something or someone always cast stones on your path forward, shoved stick between the wheels to make the process feel so hopeless. There are wounds that you bear that have been left unhealed for years. Still raw and bleeding you dry whilst you try to keep yourself together like cupping water in your hands as it spills through your fingers. But though your path is full of traps and spikes and is uncertain and winding, you know the way forward all within yourself. Because you carry with you the only light you need to find your way. You may cross paths with kind advisors who unseathe their swords to fight for you, and some of them may already be in your life. Those who see the injustice and tear down the thicket ahead to make way for you and protect you whilst you stitch your wounds and ready yourself for battle yourself. Accept the help, encouragement, and follow these kind mercenaries when you get lost. Allow them to carry your burdens when as Atlas you need a break from carrying the world upon your shoulders. Soon you'll be strong enough to do what you need to do. Be better, stronger, healthier, if not for you right now then for those who need you and cherish you and want you by their side in the quests of life. Eventually your actions will prove to be the best for you, and a faint portrait of a future you smiles upon your present self for your decision to keep moving forward.

If you need to put your foot down, do so in earnest. Shoo away guilt and shame, and let go of the idea that you must suffer in silence and weather unnecessary storms, speak when spoken to and follow another's commands so often not in favour of your own well-being. Fight your inner demons, but know you need not fight them alone. Dip a quill in ink and rewrite the rules. Break into the library which holds the book of life and black out that what does not serve you, and take ownership of your own story. If Narcissus treats you poorly, trample him under your foot on your way out the door. He is only a flower now and seasons change, and he will wilt and wither away as you no longer shine upon his petals.

Additional details: Violins, literature, art galleries, sisters and fathers, divorce, babies or children, psychotherapy, CBT, law, changing your name, lgbt+, jazz, classical music, Regina Spektor, Kate Bush, Tori Amos, Fiona Apple, borzoi, dog videos, playing instruments, writing a book, storytelling, unknown address, exotic animals, spiders, ED, OCD, teddy bears, squishmallows, studying for a test, doctor's appointments, funerals, chill covers/lofi, slowed/reverb/acoustic versions, subliminals, affirmations, lace, fuzzy socks or woolen socks, bruises, house plants, monstera, ivy, pothos, tea collection, cold hands, Taurus/Gemini/Libra/Scorpio/Capricorn, 2H/6H/8H/10H, Saturn/Pluto/Neptune/Venus, IC/MC, 17/23/95/11:11/000/444.

[poedays]

Some Headcanons I have for the listener characters for Redacted/Castle Audios (for funsies):

Castle - Ranger, Seer, Knight, Sugar, Dewdrop, and Dear/Bud

Redacted - Angel, Babe, Sweetheart, Tank, Lovely, and Honey

Castle:

Ranger:

- Looks like the phrase ‘ladies and gentleman’.

- Owns a pair of docs but stopped wearing them because they hurt their feet.

- Has a vintage Hindustan Contessa car in a beige colour.

- > has one of those fluffy dice decorations because Isiah gave them one for Christmas.

- >> they took it down after getting their memories back.

Seer:

- Has grey-ish blue eyes and when they use their powers they flash a bright white.

- Framed a piece of paper with Beth’s work signature on it and hung it where she pushed them against a wall in their house.

- Likes really big dangling earrings but can’t wear them for long otherwise they give Seer a headache.

- Tristan asked Seer to see into his future but instead of something cool, they saw him tripping over his own untied shoelaces.

Knight:

- Has an ‘I love my lesbian sister’ T-shirt, and Claire has a matching ‘I love my ally brother’. (Can be queer sister, ally sibling, or literally any matching queer shirts - I just thought it was fun).

- Is totally into Evie biting them and liked the thought before she was turned into a vampire.

- Knight never walks in front of Claire when the two are walking together, only beside her or behind her. They’re scared she’ll disappear again.

- Being introduced to people as ‘Knight’ gives them a confidence boost every time.

Dewdrop:

- Would own a pet snake.

- > Would call it something either ridiculous or super serious.

- >> “This is my little boy: Sir Serpent Snake-Sir the third”. Or “That’s Bob.”

- Chloe has a birthmark on her thigh that they love to kiss.

Sugar:

- Had a favourite jacket they were wearing before getting turned with a bunch of pins and patches on it -> but it was covered in blood stains after they were attacked and now they never wear it.

- > Their turning was a full on attack that was very bloody.

- Looks 20 but is like 98

- Is such a Valentine’s Day snob and would either proclaimed it’s a false holiday made to make profit from love, or they’d be 100% into it and go wild with roses and wine. (Basically they’d either be Damien or Huxley when it comes to Valentines).

- Saw Liza when she was a high school student but only has a vague memory of it so they can never place where they’ve seen her from before.

Dear/Bud:

- Has Heterochromia, left eye is blue and the other is brown. Totally doesn’t symbolise the two different characters that they’re involved with. Totally.

- Has GAD and takes medication for it, but prefers to have Rose in their head sometimes to help their overwhelming thoughts.

- Monster energy drink addict (Abby got them into them) it is not good for their anxiety (Rose would much rather they drink tea).

Redacted:

Angel:

- Likes to bake but forgets to set a timer, then forgets there’s something in the oven and has almost ended up burning the house down -> David has banned Angel from using the oven when he’s not around.

- Tried and failed to get their driver’s license five times.

- Has a tattoo sleeve with little Animal Crossing and Minecraft references mixed in there.

- Romanced either Sebastian or Shane in Stardew Valley.

Babe:

- Is an only child but has a younger step-sister they see on holidays.

- Likes to carry Asher around sometimes -> wears light and layered clothing so you wouldn’t assume they have muscles but actually have quite a bit.

- Makes Asher little packed lunches for when he has pack meetings and they’re not going.

- Is dyslexic, and needs glasses, words don’t like to word for Babe.

- Has painted Angels nails on numerous occasions.

Sweetheart:

- To empowered people they have tattoo like white marks on their collarbones and under their eyes (Stealth things (also can choose to show them, so people can’t tell right away)).

- Needs reading glasses.

- Has phased in their sleep and woken up above the blankets somehow?

- When they panic they cloak and uncloak really quickly so it kinda looks like they’re teleporting.

Tank:

- Has a bunch of siblings (Tank is towards the older end of the lot) and was heartbroken when they all moved away and none of them chose to stay with them in Dahlia.

- Easily sunburnt.

- Tried to count Sam’s freckles once without telling him what they were doing and kinda just stared at him while gradually getting closer. Eventually they ended up getting his shirt off to count more of them, and Sam just sat there flustered and confused.

- Has 100% played ‘Save a horse (Ride a cowboy)’ to serenade Sam.

Lovely:

- Their hair has started to turn white from stress.

- A lot of their hair was muddy and bloody after getting captured by Adam, so the morning after they were saved Vincent helped them chop off bits that couldn’t be salvaged.

- Used to think their brown eyes were boring but after they turned they miss their old eyes every time they look in a mirror.

- Is absolutely amazing at board/card games.

- > Somehow always wins Game of Life even through it’s pretty much a game of chance.

- > Got Sam, Vincent and Tank to play Monopoly with them and all three were bankrupt within half an hour.

- > Also dabbles in chess.

Honey:

- Works from home most days and has an office with a ‘No Guy Allowed’ sign on the door.

- For Guy’s birthday one year Honey learnt how to crochet and made an amazing sweater with a bunch of granny squares specific to Guy’s interests. Honey is all embarrassed about it because they know where all the little errors are but Guy loves it to death.

- Has picked up Guy to move him out of their way.

- Also plays Stardew Valley sometimes and is like five years in but hasn’t married anyone.

- > Has high hearts with the Wizard.

Thanks for reading! I’ve got more Redacted/Castle rambles on my blog. ❤️

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

WARNINGS IN DESCRIPTION AND BELOW

WARNINGS: Epilepsy, Vertigo, Eyestrain, Abuse, Addiction, Breakdowns

Here is the description placed here for your convenience.

I wanted to try and do what “Poison” attempted to do in a better manner. For example with the billboard I wanted to show that for a passerby it just seems like “Oh, it’s Angel Dust promotion” but for Angel himself it comes off as an unpleasant reminder. Maybe not of things directly related to that photoshoot but maybe things that happened earlier in the day or after the photos were taken. I also wanted to try and encapsulate that feeling of “Am I just making this up? Did I really hate it that much?” that I struggle with when I think back on my own experiences. When you live in hell for like 70+ years I’d imagine that sort of thinking hits you really hard sometimes. I know if I was in an environment like that I’d probably end up wrongly gaslighting myself into thinking it’s normal. It’s an incredibly hard thing to place without making it seem like glorification so I truly hope I got the discomfort across properly.

I also wanted to show the uncomfortable feeling of having a breakdown while being incredibly dizzy which is why the echo-ish effect is in a lot of these scenes, especially for when Angel is drunk and angrily slamming his fist on the ground. Being on the floor is a very vulnerable position to a lot of people, myself included. With the blurry and double-vision I wanted to mimic a fleeting sobriety as things really start to kick in. Along with Angel pounding on the floor, I wanted it to look like the opposite of the lyrics accompanying it. “I don’t want to leave this moment ever” being paralleled with Angel slamming his fist was meant to give a feeling of wanting to break away from a situation. In actuality, I wanted a few of these lyrics to seem more like an inner voice rather than actual fact. Little to none of the lyrics with “I want __” and “you” are 100% genuine, and for the ones that “technically” are, like “I just wanna be whatever you want me to be.” are meant to be taken as “I will do what you tell me to because I don’t want you to hurt/yell at me.”

For posing I also tried my best to make sure it was obvious that I wasn’t showing things as graphically as the “Poison” video. There are still frames of Angel in violent situations which can be uncomfortable, but the extent of it is Angel being grabbed or yelled at. I am very aware things like this are incredibly sensitive topics and my coping process/experience will not translate the same for everyone, but I truly hope that I have portrayed these feelings in a tasteful manner.

As for the colour palette and style, I chose black because its both easy to work with and also captures the feeling of being alone in your mind well; and I chose neon pink because it is Angel Dust’s typical colour, but when there’s enough bright colours like that it can become disorienting, which is what I was looking for. I wanted this video to be as dizzying and brain-messy as possible while still being able to tell enough of whats going on for the viewer to understand.

I also thought I was clever for the XXX on the alcohol since its for explicit ratings as well as alcohol.

If you have any questions, thoughts, or criticisms, please don’t be afraid to mention them.

[ciel-phantomhiive]

I've developed a taste for you

Summary:

Some backstage fun after a show to help with Vessel’s pent up tension.

Rating: Mature

A/N:

Finally got to finish this one.

Honestly, I just didn't feel like writing any plot whatsoever.

Hope you enjoy the pure smut collected in a bit more than 2000 words.

Comments are always appreciated ❤

Could also be found on AO3

“Strip for me.” Vessel demanded. He sat on a couch just behind the stage, his head propped on his blackened hand on top of the armrest.

A naughty smirk coloured your lips and you obeyed. Your fingers hooked under the cropped top, sliding it above your head, your breasts now on full display. You could tell how Vessel’s whole body shifted where he was seated, you could see his eyes narrowing behind the mask, lustful. Without breaking eye contact with him, you turned around, and slid your jeans together with your underwear painfully slowly, bending forward.

You could feel his gaze lingering on your naked body, devouring the sweet sight before him once you turned around. He bit his lip, obvious impatience from his body language, hands desperate to explore, conquer.

His eyes met yours and you nodded in a wordless exchange of consent, slowly moving closer, a prey willingly going into the maw of its hunter.

Vessel followed your every move. You felt exposed under his keen eyes that burned a warm fire on your every curve. They traced the shape of your breasts, stopping a little while longer a bit below, on your toned stomach. And honestly, you could tell how hungry he was, ready to bite into that soft, pale skin and mark you his.

Needless to say, you were perfectly fine with that. Eager, even, to see that beastly side of his again.

He stood up, towering above your smaller frame, his painted hand tracing your jaw, until it finally stopped, gripping your chin harder. A soft moan escaped your lips, surprised at the sudden roughness.

You felt heat pooling in your stomach, aching almost. The wetness between your legs spoke enough of just how much you wanted him buried deep inside of you, hips rolling and skin slapping against skin, echoing in the venue.

You rubbed your thighs together, seeking a bit of that sweet release. Vessel smirked, his grip on your chin tightening.

He lowered his head, hot breath tickling your ear.

"Do you really want me to fuck you raw right here on that stage?" he asked in that sweet voice of his, low and seductive. You only nodded, too worked up to let anything else besides sweet moans escape your lips.

Vessel's long, delicate fingers glided below, tracing the line of your neck, wrapping around it, squeezing softly. You instinctively jerked your hips up, your body coming closer in proximity with the boy's. Your eyes teared from the pressure on your neck but oh, how much it turned you on.

His lips crashed with yours and you could feel a sweet taste lingering on them, making them even more addictive. His tongue slithered inside your mouth, dancing with your own, exploring. The hunger you had for each other was intense enough not to mind the clashing of teeth, a desperate fight for dominance, the lip biting, almost drawing blood.

A strong hand embraced you, your body finally meeting Vessel’s. His robe tickled on your naked skin and it was a bit unfair, you thought, how he was keeping his clothes on, unlike you. He let go of your neck, leaving you whimpering at the sudden loss of touch. His index finger followed the curve of your body down to your thighs.

Vessel let out a satisfied moan at the touch, the sight of you before him, and you could feel his member straining against the fabric of his pants, impatient. He grabbed both of your legs, lifting you up and crashing your back against the nearest wall. The kiss was passionate, making your head spin from the intensity, Vessel only stopped to allow you a breath of air before diving in again. Your legs wrapped around his muscular back, he was eager to finally touch you as he pleased.

The heat in your core was growing unbearable now, begging to be tamed down. And Vessel was more than happy to oblige. His hand moved down, fingers teasing at your core, forcing an incoherent animalistic moan that it seems you have been keeping down for quite a while. He pulled back for a moment, biting his lips, smirking.

“Look how wet you are for me…” he moaned against your lips, as his fingers entered you.

You threw your head back, finally feeling that heat quieting down a bit. It was not nearly enough, though. Your arms wrapped around Vessel’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss again. With fingers buried in his soft hair, tugging a bit, a single thought crossed your mind:

I could never get enough of him.

The wet sounds echoed, filling the otherwise quiet, empty venue. It was all dirty, obscure, even, the bare thought of you coming undone at the same place you watched him perform just a few hours ago. And oh, the thought of someone walking in on you, it surely excited you.

Vessel quickened the pace, his thumb circling on your sensitive spot, intensifying the pleasure. You moaned against his lips, feeling his slim fingers hitting that one place inside that made your head go foggy with delight.

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, praises, that scraped against the little sanity you had left, completely giving into him. Your eyes rolled in pleasure, wave after wave, it swallowed you until you were no more than a whimpering mess in his hands, trembling, riding out your release on his fingers.

Soft lips ghosted on the crook of your neck, teeth grazing the shivering skin beneath, sucking softly. Strong arms embraced you and soon after, your back hit the cushions of the sofa. It was not too uncomfortable, you didn’t mind. Hell, that whole place was not one you’d usually prefer to exchange intimacies in, but it got the job done.

Your legs trembled with the sensation of your release still high, but you managed to prop yourself on your elbows, watching the boy undress, with heavy-lidded eyes. Clumsy fingers managed the belt undone, continuing to the zipper of the elegant black pants, now not-so-sadly ruined with your excitement from earlier.

You wanted to help him, wanted to return the favor. Your hand traced his toned torso, following the contour of his body, wanting to explore each and every centimeter of him. Your fingers hooked the waistband of his boxers, pulling a bit and your eyes met his, him towering above you, dominating. He put his hand over yours, intertwining your fingers together and rewarded you with a soft smile.

“Let me take care of you.” he whispered, his knees already forcing your tired legs open for him.

Vessel hovered on top of you, plump lips leaving traces from your neck, down to your pelvis, with some special attention to your breasts that he seemed to worship.

He put one hand on your eyes, while his other traveled up and down your body. With your sight now taken from you, your other senses were alert. The matted touch from the body paint on his palm left a peculiar sensation on your skin, goosebumps, flesh craving to be touched again.

You heard Vessel strip out of his pants, the clothes falling on the floor, the thud echoing in the empty hall. There was a breath stuck in your throat, waiting eagerly to feel him whole inside of you, moaning your name, moving in sync with your rapid heartbeat.

But none of that followed.

Oh, he was a tease, a filthy tease, indeed.

Your lips gently parted, searching for that clash of wet tongues again, seeking that same passionate kiss, sadly, to no avail. Instead, you felt the hand on your eyes move slightly, straining, as if he was stretching his arm.

And then it took you by surprise, quivering lips kissing you down below, tongue rolling sweetly on that bundle of nerves. His free hand held your thigh, fingers leaving dents in your skin, that you were sure will bruise afterward. Not that you minded. In fact, to be branded in such ways by him was more than welcome.

Your voice filled the room, moan after moan bouncing between the walls, scattering and then colliding again, a repetitive pattern that Vessel was happy to join with his low whimpers against your slick entrance. The vibrations from his voice worked wonders while he was sucking on your clit, swollen and abused from earlier. It was almost like sparks exploding in your spine, arching your back, desperate to rub your thighs together, to seek release once again.

He gasped between your thighs, moving his attention to one of them, biting on the inside of it. His hand traced ghostly the path between your leg and stomach, stopping just above the hip, taking a strong hold of you. Vessel’s other hand moved and the dim lightning hurt your eyes, that have grown accustomed to the darkness. He caressed your face, eyes locked with yours, holding that adoring gaze of his.

His thumb caressed your lips, sliding a bit between them.

And then you felt him, taking position between your thighs, hand still holding onto you tightly. You instinctively raised your hips a bit, knees almost touching. His fingers left your mouth, traveling down and when both of his hands held your slim body, he slid inside of you.

You threw your head back, a filthy moan escaping your lips, one that you’ve waited to finally let go of. Vessel moved slowly at first, taking his time to stretch you, to make sure you were not hurting in any way. He lowered his head, kissing your abdomen, fastening the pace every time his lips touched your body.

Your fingers entangled in his hair, as if trying to ground yourself, holding onto something for dear sanity to get back to you. Oh, how good he felt inside of you, hips rolling into your wetness, that heat down below finally getting some proper attention. Skin slapping against skin filled the silence and it was all perfect.

Vessel moved up, now biting on your lower lip. He moaned into your mouth and you felt him tremble with delight. He positioned your legs on his shoulders, going even deeper inside of you. You gasped at the sudden wave of pleasure that came over you, eyes rolling back.

“Fuck.” Vessel cursed and his body moved back, straightening. He caressed your pretty, toned thighs, that so beautifully decorated his shoulders.

You melted into him, the way he moaned your name, hips rolling, wet cave meeting them halfway, hungry. Vessel was a drug that brought you closer to a state of pure bliss with every move and you were addicted. You watched him through lidded eyes, the smirk that painted his lips as he crashed into you. Your hips bucked forward, establishing a pace, an enchanting rhythm.

His length kissed your sweet spot over and over again and pressure was building in your abdomen quickly. Your moans grew louder, voice raspy, lips chanting incoherent pleads. You felt fingers wrap around your throat.

And before you could even warn the boy, a state of bliss shook your whole body. You chanted his name desperately, high on your own orgasm. Back arched, thighs squeezing together, you released on Vessel’s length. He growled, head thrown back, also close to his own release. His gaze turned darker, slim long fingers digging into your body, as his continued to move into you slowly driving you to overstimulation.

You felt his whole body twitch and he quickly pulled out, labored breaths overtaking his moans, trying not to finish just yet. Before you could say anything, Vessel’s strong arms flipped you on your stomach, both your wrists held hostage behind your back by the boy’s hand. Before you could protest, he was back at it again, buried even deeper inside you, the new position allowing him a better angle.

A loud whine escaped your lips. You were still riding out your previous orgasm, overstimulated to the brink of pain when he forced himself inside you. He balled your hair in his fist, pulling not too hard, but just enough to get you going again. Oh how picture-perfect you were for him right now, ass up, submissive and wanton.

You growled beneath him, fingers clawing at the stiff material of the couch. Your body was betraying you, moving instinctively into him, desperate for his touch. He was moving in an enchanting rhythm and you felt his hips starting to tremble against your skin. Your lips curled in a mischievous smile and you took control. You started building a rhythm of your own, quickening the pace as you rode him and you felt his grip on your hair tighten.

He was close, fighting not to finish but your teasing was driving him insane, fucking yourself so good on his length. His breathing became ragged, moans almost choking out of him as his other hand gripped your side. He threw his head back and with one last push, he came inside you, his whole body shuddering, collapsing on top of you.

You wriggled beneath him, moving on his side, his hand draped on your torso, lips leaving soft kisses on your goosebumps-covered skin.

As you lay naked, tangled in each other on the small sofa of the venue a single thought crossed your mind again:

I could never get enough of him.

[mrsjellymunson]

Thanks for the tag @jamdoughnutmagician , this is probably the weirdest poll I’ve ever done but I’m here for it nonetheless 😄

Tagging for the sheer randomness (and so I can picture your rooms because I’m a deviant) @joejoequinnquinn @the-unforgivenn @airen256 @80s-addict @rebelfell @somnambulic-thing @mediocredreams

[cinnamoon-roll2]

The Famished Doctor and Their Devoted Ghost

Danny takes on a new murder case for the Roseville Gazette that people presume is his, but he's never taken the organs of his victims. His curiosity gnaws at him, he needs to know who is this new homicidal partner he shares the town with, and who is this new girl that's making him doubt about his future plans.

Chapter 4: Could you be him?

Chapter summary: How a little trip to the hardware store turn into this fucking problem.

Chapter Trigger Warnings: explicit mention of murder, cannibalism and violence, Danny feeling like a diva at murder, Danny and Reader being themselves, author loves using Hannibal references.

Wc: 3,9K

AO3 Link. Previous

Taglist: @mariamyousef702 , @weaponxgames

A small trail of smoke left her lips, she felt the beginnings of a numbness in her backside, she continued to whirl the subject in her head, she swore that if she sighed again, she was going to kill herself.

She was in her home office, she had an L-shaped desk in the corner with few inches away window with a perfect view of the main street of the neighbourhood, the desk chair she had was neither the most uncomfortable nor the most comfortable, it was useful and that was enough for her. She moved her gaze to the frames on the walls, some were dissected butterflies or moths, some dissected tarantulas as well, simple paintings.

She turned away from the window and scanned the room for ideas, keeping her ciggie lit between two of her fingers, she liked the herbal smell the smoke left behind, that day she had made the ciggie with lavender and mint, a peculiar combination, a bitter and fresh taste, that smoke that generated a small burning in the throat because of the mint it had.

She rested her attentive gaze on the pair of moths she had in a painting of Actis Lunas, a male and female specimen, they were really beautiful, that greenish colour, lighter in the male than in the female, also possessing less detail than the females, even so, both specimens were very interesting to her, she had obtained them, as well as the rest of the paintings of dissected insects, from an acquaintance of hers. It was one of the many contacts she had made in this shadowy world of crime and murder.

Sometimes she dreamed of finding that specimen who would accompany her in this crazy life she had, she longed for that specimen who would wait for her at home, who would love her, even if she was her own crazy persona, a woman not quite in accordance with her time, who would not mind her diet, who would love her, she didn't care who she was, she just wanted sometimes to leave that loneliness behind.

She felt the ashes of her ciggy start to fall on her trousers, it was time to take another drag and stop thinking about feeling pity for the way of life she had chosen, sometimes she felt that that famous phrase was right, murder becomes addictive like a drug that consumes you slowly until it causes irreversible damage, she inhaled deeply taking a large amount of smoke in her system, that burning intensified because of the strong mint concentrate, she exhaled the smoke a while later.

Tired of smoking that cigarette, she smashed the lit part of it into her ashtray. She stretched a bit before getting up from her chair, she thundered her back and looked at the desk again, there was a small list of possible subjects she could give Ghostface, she had many names, she could already imagine how her dark circles under her eyes would grow bigger.

She started to head to her bedroom, she had to take a shower, go out to eat or prepare something, that kidney and liver omelette had been exquisite for her breakfast, but she felt her appetite was building up as it was almost 1 o'clock in the afternoon. She noticed her reflection in the mirror that was attached to the wardrobe that included the house, she was getting tired of having to hide her hair, the dye she used was too expensive not to show it, she should take note that for her next identity she should make the excuse that she had dyed hair and be able to show it.

She reached up to the top of the bathing cap she wore to sleep, she liked to observe the gradient from black to blue that she had done herself on her hair, it was her best work on herself, she still remembered the burning of her hair when she bleached it to get that perfect shade.

She stripped off her clothes and went to the shower. She took her time in the shower, reapplying her hair care products and lovingly scrubbed her body with the blue freesia soap, it was one of her favourite scents. She lasted at least 10 minutes in there.

What she planned to do that day was an excellent question for that moment. She had to organize a couple of things from her basement, first she needed to put that cream that helped her to keep the dye easier, the downside was that it stained everything it touched, so she had on her dressing table ready the bathing cap she was going to put on later. She always took great care in the application of the product, and with the cap and the product on she set off to the dark, damp, and gloomy basement that she had called refuge more than one night.

If she wanted to go back to her old butchering days, she had to have everything well-ordered in her basement, she didn't want to have accidents like the one in Texas again, she did nothing but regret her mistakes. Goddammit, what was wrong with her brain that day reminding her of her biggest mistakes in her life, she damned the brain she had. She grimaced as she found the pair of boxes that after almost two months she still hadn't unpacked, you might wonder what was in these boxes, they were butchering tools that she used whenever s|he could bring a calf, lamb, or rabbit home so to take advantage of the whole animal.

Why hadn't she mentioned a piglet or pig at all? She disliked them entirely, pork was very harsh, very contaminated with thousands of micro-organisms that could cause you many problems, cysticercosis as an example, those little worms so complicated to treat, she still remembers with disgust the first time she had treated a case of worms in a toddler, she almost dropped the child from disgust if she hadn't left them in the cradle they were in and called the paediatrician. Pigs were disgusting as was everything that came with them.

Perhaps it was a reflection on her hatred of animals and policemen, perhaps why she was thinking about it as she took out the meat grinder she liked to use for her cold meat products from its respective plastic box, she didn't know, sometimes she had these philosophical monologues comparing people to animals, Hannibal did it when he presented his dinners to his guests, one of her favourite scenes was based on that.

She continued to place the grinder on the table she had in one of the corners of the basement, it was easy to set up, she just needed to get the suction on it so it wouldn't move while she was working on it. She continued unloading more tools and machines that she used during her butchering process, whilst she was doing this, she noticed a funny little thing, she had forgotten something particularly important, the damn knife rack. Damn bad luck for her, at this time of the day she would have to go to a hardware store to get a shelf to put the knives on, she didn't want to leave them in the knife rack, she knew that they could have some kind of fungus or microorganism living on them by leaving them there in a locked place when they could still have blood or some liquid on them, how disgusting it made her think about it, her mysophobia was very big from time to time.

She grunted angrily and lazily, she didn't want to go out, her body still ached from Monday, the mini beating she had received was still taking its toll on her body, she was still feeling the tiredness of so much frenetic movement that night, normally sometimes she did think that the years took into account in her life, even though she was only 26 there were days when she felt like she was twice as old or 30.

She decided first to finish tidying everything and leave the knives she used in the packaging where she brought them, but while she went upstairs to get her wig that she normally wore and the clothes she would wear that day to go out, sometimes it bothered her a lot about the wig, but it was to keep a low profile and the clothes she could think of her that tender and sweet style when she really wanted to dress like herself that dark style, you could say totally from the postpunk era. Looking at the mirror in her room she noticed that it did look like Lunas was the one in the mirror and not Fanny. Feeling ready she went to get the keys to her car, a beautiful black Cadillac from the 80s (sometimes she felt like a pimp in that car so typical of them), started the engine and drove to the hardware store.

Danny was proud of what he had done that Monday, well it would also include the early hours of Tuesday morning since the situation was so extended, he had broken the other killer in town plus he had managed to take pictures from afar of their appearance, that gave him too many bonus points at work, the new cannibal killer caught on camera for the first time thanks to Jed Olsen, if he already had his ego sky high from his own crimes imagine how he would be now, how he loved to be him. He already had some drafts on how he was going to announce it next day in the Roseville gazette about the so famous doctor Famine Mori, his forensic friend had announced that they had found that card there so now the raven had a name and it was Famine as it was going to be named, it was a very strange name, but well he literally called himself ghost face he couldn't judge much either.

However he was still very angry about the fact that he had not been able to kill his victim he had a little idea in his mind through something else a more daring story go to a public place at hours that wasn't too crowded kill whoever he found there leave some pictures and leave it would be fun to talk about how it seemed very jovial to be skipping around while walking around wherever he was going to do this. 

Unfortunately, on Monday his knife had received several scratches which meant that he was possibly going to need a trip to the hardware store, it wouldn't hurt him, perhaps this could be the beautiful setting for his next evil deed. He knew that by now, specifically 6:00 in the evening, a majority of Roseville would either be asleep or locked up because of the curfew the police had suggested so that they would not be attacked by his person, yet the curfew was ineffective that did not prevent him from going to the homes of his victims and killing them inside their own residences.

He prepared himself by seeking out the outfit he normally wore for his second job, that long trench coat he wore over his button down shirt that had a harness clipped in front holding spare hunting knives, by the cargo style trousers with several useful pockets to hold his two cameras and the photos that came out of his instant camera and spare rolls for his digital camera, Both had their own usefulness, the instant camera was the easiest to use to leave souvenirs for the police and the digital camera had its own memories that he unveiled in his own darkroom made in his flat, his military style boots, very useful for running and durable for the amount of time he used them during his hunts.

He pulled a black hoodie over his trench coat to conceal it, while also putting on his hood to hide the mask he was putting on over his hair. He checked every detail to make sure he had what he needed, his two spare knives, the cameras, the keys to the apartment, seeing that everything was ready he went to get his car keys.

After a while he arrived at the hardware store, he saw the logo with lights, EPA, what a stupid name, but it was the closest and less visited hardware store in the city, excellent for the occasion, he took note that there were two other cars in the car park, that meant that there was a great possibility that in addition to whoever was attending the cashier there would be 2 to 3 people in the store, also the more numbers the more victims, more photos, more fame, more art for his collection.

When he entered, he grabbed a shopping cart, he took the information that there was only one cashier on that shift, excellent, he began to walk through the aisles, he saw that there was a couple choosing lights in an aisle, that discarded the passengers of the first car, now he was missing those of the second car.

No, not that one, it's too big, no, not that one either, the mesh is not the right one, that colour of wood she didn't like. Famine was too critical when it came to buying decorations or materials to use in her hobby, therefore, she analysed each of the options of where she could place her knives, maybe she could get creative and create the stand herself, magnets, a bit of wood and it would be ready. If that was what she was going to do, she went to get the materials she needed-wood, grey tape, magnets, and the rest she had at home.

She got distracted and started to wander around the aisles, she really enjoyed looking at some of the hand tools she used, how long had it been since she changed her saw she had, which she sometimes used to split bones more easily. She was deep inside her world so much that she didn't even notice the little rumble that sounded a few corridors back, to be exact in the corridor of the lights, she didn't know that the stranger in the mask was already starting to do his thing, he was starting to play at discovering the inside of others, he was starting to discover the interesting and attractive crimson colour that came out of people.

Danny sighed victoriously as he saw how easy it had been to finish with the couple, he only had to push the girl away and attack her throat leaving her unable to scream, the thump that sounded when he dropped her attracted the boyfriend who received a similar fate. He had the little idea of playing with their guts and entangling them together, placing them together like the lovers they were, you could say he was a talented artist at slashing.

He took three instant photos of them and some on his digital camera and left them scattered around the heart of blood he had drawn, he hoped he could find the person or persons he was missing from the shop, he kept pulling the shopping cart happily, playing with making a rhythm with his fingers on the handle of the cart, he took advantage of having taken a hunting knife to attack at that moment, if he was going to buy it he had to give it a try too. He liked to feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins slowly, he could compare the feeling to how an addict felt after using breaking his withdrawal, that relief, that satisfaction, my god how much he loved it, he could live his whole life with that feeling running through him.

Those blue eyes had been mesmerised by a collection of frying pans in the kitchen aisle, non-stick, they stood up to a lot and didn't scratch easily, it wasn't a whim, she needed them in her kitchen. Where was her self-control, she didn't know, whenever she went to the shops, she always went for one thing and ended up with about four in her hands, luckily, she had picked up a trolley on the way in. The nursing job paid well for her experience, she could spoil herself a little bit by taking those pans, as she bent down to pick up the box where the collection came, Those blue eyes had been hypnotised by a collection of frying pans in the kitchen aisle, non-stick, they stood up to a lot and didn't scratch easily, it wasn't a whim, she needed them in her kitchen. Where was her self-control, she didn't know, whenever she went to the shops, she always went for one thing and ended up with about four in her hands, luckily, she had picked up a trolley on the way in. The nursing job paid well for her experience, she could indulge herself a little bit by taking those frying pans, as she bent down to pick up the box where the collection came, she saw similar boots in the next aisle, she noticed the haematic colour on the left side, shit, shit, what the hell was going on, it couldn't be good.

She took what she needed from the cart and took silent steps away from the place, for safety she was going to go to the final aisle of the shop, where the furniture store was, she could hide between the boxes, she lengthened her steps when she heard the faint voice that passed through that machine that distorted it, if it was him, fuck, it was him, he was in the middle of a machine that was distorting it, Yes it was him, fuck, she was fucked, she was fucked, hell was taking her in those moments, she accelerated even more, trying to maintain stealth, she was glad to see her goal, she approached the mattresses section, she could get into the back of the mattresses and that's what she did. She had to make herself small, almost in a foetus position, she hid her purchases with her as well. She held her breath as she heard how he had gotten there too.

Danny swore he heard someone here, he had left the trolley one aisle over, the footsteps were almost imperceptible, but he had his sense of hearing well trained, he checked the places he felt someone might be hiding, however, to no avail there was no one among the boxes, the furniture, and he doubted anyone would fit between the mattresses there, he decided to call it a loss, or it was the same cashier who had passed by and returned to his post quickly.

It was time to finish his work and go for the final dish, he walked happily to the cashier, he placed his items on the conveyor belt of this, the employee was not even paying attention to him until he saw the box with the bloody knife, there he finally looked up and saw him with that terror so satisfying, so pleasant.

He stabbed him fast in his carotid, and once more in his back he took some pictures near him, in some he only saw the body, in others he was in front posing with it, he looked great in those. He took the rope and tape that he had bought that evening, threw the money for the purchase together with some photographs. He walked out of the store victorious.

Fanny was still hiding, she felt that time was turning into centuries in the brief time she had been hiding in that small place. She took the courage to come out of her hiding place, why hadn't she brought her knife rack with her from the beginning, why had she come out today, why, why, why, why did it have to be her. She walked with her guard up, she saw a trail of blood that led her to the corridor of lights. She wasn't ready for what was there, something that not even she as the sadistic cannibal that she could commit, it was wonderful, he was wonderful, he was that specimen she was looking for, she needed him, she needed someone who understood her crimes, she needed to make him want her, she needed, needed, needed him.

She was beginning to feel that hunger, that hunger for blood, that hunger to attack. That Wendigo hidden in her was asking to come out, asking only to exist and leave behind her attempts to live as someone she was not.

She shook her head to get out of those thoughts, she should never let them win, she went to the cashier with the face of wanting to kill himself that she had seen when she entered, she found him in a better state than the couple. She had no choice but to function as the innocent victim, a poor disgraced soul who got caught up in all this.

She had to ring the bell that attracted the pigs to check the mess in the barn, to be attended by the sheep that came in that big box where the blue piglets asked her what she had seen, how she was doing while she cried like a scared little lamb, wishing she had someone near her to keep misfortune from happening in her life.

Oh, poor sweet, innocent nurse who only went to buy a tiny home improvement and ended up being an indirect victim of this malevolent Ghostface. Poor, poor lassie.

Jed almost spats out his morning espresso when he heard there was a survivor of a Ghostface attack, it wasn't possible, who were they, he had to kill them or use them in his stories. But the most important thing was how the hell he hadn't found them yesterday, now his boss had sent him to interview them, he had to go and pick up the information from the witness at the reception, which meant having to greet Martha, that woman who flirted with him as if there was no tomorrow, he didn't understand a no as an answer, how tiring to deal with her.

He sighed with hatred and growled under his breath, as he approached the main desk of the gazette, he created a fake smile as he approached Martha.

"Hello, Miss Morrison, the boss is sending me to get the papers from yesterday's witness, could you hand them over to me." He spoke with that fake cheerfulness that could come to act so well in front of others. He was disgusted to hear the woman tell him in that sweet false flirtatious tone that she was going to get them for him and not to move her beautiful body.

Yes, he heard those desperate cries to kill someone, yes, they're coming from Danny who's stuck inside Jed somewhere in the back of his mind. He had to calm down before he did something stupid.

"Here you go Mr. Olsen, I hope you do well with the poor little lady, I don't want to imagine how you felt that day without having some strong man to protect you." Was that an innuendo, yes, had he got it, yes, was he going to pretend he didn't understand shit, of course he fucking would.

"Thank you, Miss Morrison, I'll see you when I get back." He said goodbye cordially as he slyly fled the scene, how he hated those kinds of women who didn't understand a no for good and then complain about a man applying the same thing to them.

As he walked along, he began to read the file, realizing who this mysterious survivor was who had been spared from his hands. Now he had choked on his coffee, the victim was his muse, the shining star he wished to possess, was that a good thing or was it going to affect the plan he had for the woman. He felt excited, was this a sign that his plan would go well or that he would have to make modifications, was this an invitation to pay the girl nightly visits.

 Oh, so many ideas, for now he had to go and interview her, he had to make her like Jed, the romantic story of "I fell in love with the one who would kill me later", yeah very romantic for his portfolio of stories for his next job, he would like to go to Montana, Las Vegas, or somewhere in California sometime, he had hardly been to the west coast, he was always closer to the east coast.

He sighed, looking at the red lights of the local Roseville clinic, it was time to interview, time to act, time to be someone he wasn't.

[desire-mona]

dps boys hcs! this has been requested of me! lets make it modern bc thatll be fun

- todd absolutely DESPISES "booktok" and its addiction to smut. can go on a VERY long rant abt how only reading things with sex scenes is, in fact, a porn addiction.

- knox has tried on many occasions to become an influencer, failing every single time and blaming it on the algorithm or whaver

- neil, type of mother fucker to not be on social media like at all. has one private instagram that he posts on maybe twice a year, and has a tiktok only to watch the videos todd intermittently sends him.

- ^^^ followed immediately by a text saying "i sent you a tiktok go look at it" which always sparks a mini argument about whether or not its easier to just save the video and text it to him. goes nowhere every time.

- meeks has fashion taste that makes him look insufferable, band tee's and the worst jeans you ever did see, exclusively. also modern meeks would have clear glasses frames.

- saw someone say charlie would vape, id like to add to that. has a COLLECTION of elf bars, its vast, its colourful, it's annoying, it's turning his coughs wet.

- pitts was a fast fashion guy for a total of 6 months before finding out all the shit about how unethical the industry is. didnt get rid of any of those clothes bc thats wasteful but he IS fighting for his life whenever anyone looks at his wardrobe.

- cameron is a BIG analog horror fan, local 58, walten files, fnaf tapes, thats his jam. can we popularise cam being a big horror fan in general bc im so attached to that hc. horror cam i love u.

- all the boys have a life360 circle (enforced by cam and pitts due to charlie's horrendous reckless driving) and todd CONSTANTLY needs to be yelled at the charge his phone.

- neil's phone is ANCIENT, had the same one for nearly a decade, and its evident. has a bigass crack right down the middle, the back is shattered and held together with tape, a phone case, and a dream. theres marks from shit burning into the screen, most notably a rectangle in the bottom corner from the billions of facetime calls with todd that ultimately set his phone on fire every time.

- todd is secretly a grade A yapper but ONLY in digital form. his online presence is VAST, but impressively anonymous. has a very active substack, letterboxd, poetry tumblr, and even started his own blog. no, not a tumblr blog, a blog blog.

- charlie's car is decked out in the most idiotic add ons that you can think of. comically large mirror dice, a bumper sticker that says "honk if you want me bad", stupid car door lights that project a photo of jimmy fallon onto the ground when u open them, the whole 9 yards. took neil, pitts, and cameron 20 minutes to talk him out of getting flame decals (as a bit.)

- knox refuses to play any other videogame besides GTA, which he plays concerningly often. if ur having trouble reaching him then odds are hes on GTA. its the only hobby of his that his parents know about. christmas is tough for the overstreets.

- meeks is well aware of his general ☝️🤓 demeanour so he started making jokes about it before anyone else can. any time he says anything remotely smart sounding then he MUST do the voice and put up a finger. it became a force of habit and he did it while talking to a teacher once, he left the room mortified.

- pittsie lives on spotify, he has a playlist for every possible emotion, over 3k liked songs, and 200k+ minutes listened when wrapped season rolls around. additionally he does every spotify stat game available, and forced the boys to download a spotify activity widget thing. (WHAT DO YALL KNOW ABT AIRBUDS ‼️‼️ add me @ monahatesya xoxo)

- cam loves to make jokes about DARE and the "this is ur brain on drugs" ads but he is, in fact, the main demographic of said ads. said this before, saying it now, will most definitely say it again, he is beyond susceptible to peer pressure. marijuana isnt a gateway drug for everyone but it certainly is for him.

bonus! chris and keating! just for you!

- chris is avoiding the lesbian masterdoc purely out of fear. not out of fear of being gay, but out of fear of the sheer amount of subsequent other things she'll likely also have to find out about herself.

- keating spends an inordinate amount of time on youtube, which nobody actually expects. big video essay fan, imagine the shock from the boys when he pulls up youtube for a lesson and he's halfway thru the 4 hour iBinged iCarly video. was previously a james somerton fan but considering... the james somerton part.. hes now a defunctland loyalist.

[air--so--sweet]

Legion and the TUA of it all

I didn't want to become a Legion recap blog, especially when no one is reading these (except @soshadysoquiet despite knowing nothing about the show outside of these posts 😂) so I had planned to combine my thoughts on the last three episodes of season 2 into one post. AND THEN SO MUCH HAPPENED...so there's going to be multiple posts after all.

This post is about the parallels with The Umbrella Academy because I thought the shows were vaguely similar in regards themes and some minor character details...and then I watched season 2.

Also, just to be clear, I am not accusing one show of copying the other or anything of the sort, I think a lot of this stuff is down to coincidence and I'm pointing it out for fun. I'm also discussing the plots of both shows in pretty broad strokes here, once you start digging into the specifics of both, they diverge a lot more.

Initially, when watching season 1, David reminded me of Klaus - he's an addict, plagued by voices no one else can hear and seeing things no one else can see. I've also read several fics where Klaus' powers are mistaken for schizophrenia so I also connected that aspect of David's character to Klaus as well, missing the glaringly obvious parallel to the actual character within TUA canon who spends most of his life unaware of his powers and believing he's mentally ill - Viktor. Also, like Viktor, when David loses control, his powers have the ability to be highly destructive.

So, based on season one, David's got similarities to both Klaus and Viktor. The general themes of the show are similar, though the larger plot isn't . There's also this shot of David which is actually from season 2 but I had to include it because in the original TUA pilot script, in which Klaus still has his telekinesis powers of the comic, this is how he is introduced -

GIF via @tvshowfeels

I know neither show created the floating in lotus pose thing, but I still thought it was a fun coincidence for two already somewhat similar characters.

Then we get to season 2, and David is warned that the apocalypse is coming by a time travelling version of Syd, who is trying to stop it. Syd doesn't say the exact cause of the apocalypse, just talks of a darkness that comes after David defeats Amal Farouk and says they need Farouk alive so that they prevent the apocalypse. So, we have an impending apocalypse due in the next week or so (we're not given an exact time frame but Syd says David killed Farouk in her timeline a week from now) with the main characters learning about from a time traveler, very much like TUA season 1.

We then find out the exact cause of the apocalypse in Future Syd's timeline, and that cause is David. So now you've got a main character being the cause of the apocalypse your characters are trying to stop, like Viktor in TUA.

Then, David's loved ones finding out how dangerous he truly can be, try to stop him - with Syd almost shooting him and then with Division 3 trapping him in an energy forcefield he supposedly can't escape...but he's more powerful than they think and he breaks free. By trying to lock him up to prevent him causing the apocalypse...they may have caused the apocalypse. If you switch the order of the escape and almost shooting and swap out the forcefield for a sound proof cell you've got Viktor's arc in the season 1 finale.

And lastly, before leaving Division 3 David teleports into Lenny's sell to free her and take her with him and I couldn't help but notice the number on the wall behind them.

Number Seven, just like Viktor. This being in Lenny's cell, I believe any symbolism about the number actually relates to her, not David, but it's still a wild coincidence. Also, David who has up until now always dressed in colour, is wearing all white. Viktor, in becoming the White Violin has his clothes turn white.

Maybe this why I found Legion on a list of shows to watch if you like TUA...

Also speaking of Lenny - this is the first time in the show we've spent significant time with her where she is actually herself and not a mask for Farouk and she, not David, is the Klaus Hargreeves of the show. There are actual character similarities between the two - both are queer addicts who are seen by many fans as genderfluid. Klaus is immortal and can speak to the dead and, while Lenny doesn't have powers she is resurrected after dying and she sees the ghost of Amy (or something akin to a ghost, it's not super clear). But aside from that, there's just an energy to the character that feels very Klaus to me? I don't know how to nail it down beyond that, she just has big Klaus energy.

Also, the outfit she wears in the desert is a Klaus Hargreeves ensemble if I ever saw one.

No one can play Klaus as well as Robert Sheehan does but I think Aubrey Plaza could come close if she were to try (honestly her performance in Legion makes me feel like she's wasted in so many deadpan roles).

Also as if I wrote this many words about similarities and parallels and somehow didn't mention the dance numbers.

Specifically, the dance battles...

Oh my God I cannot believe how long this post is. Even by my standards, this is wild...I don't know if even @soshadysoquiet will make it this far...

It's also just occurred to me maybe I should have waited until I watched season 3 before talking about all the parallels...too late now! 🙃