#crying this is so vincent coded

[g1rlken]

Hi hi! For the prompts can you do 10 and 14 with Christian bales Bruce Wayne?

Prompt: chaotic married life w kids + domestic fluff

Words: 2k

Thank you sm for this req it’s so cute

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Marriage tends to change people is a superficial analysis of growing together but children sure do change routines. Especially morning routines where chaos is an understatement. Raising a child requires a village but for twins a whole army might just suffice. Vincent and William. A very pleasant blessing of two little boys in the Wayne household. However Bruce and y/n were subjected to consider just how much of peace was the cost of that blessing.

Their twins were such serene babies, toddler phase was a transition to literal devils during grade school. Getting them to do home work, go to school, eat the greens, not unleash hell…such difficult tasks.

Today like every other school morning, the parents had divided to bathe the twins in different bathrooms. When they were much younger and playful as babies bathing them in the giant bathtub where they’d just play with soap bubbles and those Amazon find bath toys was a cute activity. Nowadays, on Sundays sometimes they’d just hose them down in the garden and call it a day. It was so much more convenient for the parents and even the twins who absolutely despised bathing. Y/n bathed the older twin Vincent in the bathroom which was upstairs, Bruce downstairs with William who was a bad influence of his brother to not bathe and Alfred preparing breakfast and lunch boxes.

“Bruce!” Y/n voice shrieked from upstairs followed by a whiny cry from Vincent and he rushed to inquire, finding his wife looking for the sink holding her eyes shut.

“What happened here…?” Bruce asked as stepped inside and was immediately attacked by a plastic bottle Vincent could get his hands on as he moved frantically in the bathtub. Bruce dodged it with dad reflex thankfully.

“There’s shampoo in our eyes” Y/n briefed him and pointed at their son to go help him given she could assist herself with the sink water.

Vincent was just moving frantically in the shallow bath water shaking his head and hands splashing the water “Do something!” The boy demanded with a shrill cry.

“ Vin, calm down” Bruce urged as he bent on his knees to the bath level and held some of the running water in his hands to pour into his shampoo hurting eyes but he’d just squeezed them shut. “Open your eyes”

“I can’t! They hurt!” The boy whined and splashed the water very disruptively it went all over Bruce’s face.

“Breathe, you’re alright just breathe…open your eyes.” Bruce soothed anyways as he helped Vincent soothe the hurt by sprinkling cleaner water again, “why were you shampooing him anyways? We literally have school in an hour”

“I wasn’t but someone keeps on changing the bottles with soap and shampoo again and again” Y/n replied scoffing in obviousness as she air dried her eyes, it was Bruce who colour coded them like that in a different set of bottle at each refill. Washing hair of a seven year old who will fight a literal battle to resist it, will most definitely end up in a painful situation as such.

“It is literally so simple, white for soap and off white for shampoo” Bruce accounted for his way of arrangement as he dabbed his son’s eyes with towel, soothing his cries.

“We don’t have time to go into that discourse I’ll go pack lunch” Y/n said as she hurriedly wiped her own eyes.

“Oh Alfred’s on it…” Bruce informed her casually as Vincent’s eyes were normal again he opened them with a heavy sigh.

“Oh man I’m never using shampoo again.” The boy said dramatically and received a disapproving shake of head from his dad.

“Wait then who’s with Will?” Y/n asked about their younger twin William, whose morning crankiness were much worse.

“Uh” Bruce paused realising he’d not considered that as he’d rushed to his wife’s call for help “He was brushing his teeth”

“Alright he’s most definitely asleep again.” She sighed composing herself, leaving Vincent to get out of bath and dressed for his dad she rushed downstairs. As expected, William was fast asleep on the marble sink leaning against the wall with his legs dangling down the sink, ever since the kids learned to climb places no surface was unreachable. “Willy!” Y/n exclaimed as she carried him down the sink “William wake up come on we’ve to go to school!” She exclaimed and brushed his teeth for him hurriedly as he mumbled something about not wanting to go.

“I don’t want to…” will whined still half asleep not wanting to go because he still wanted to sleep. During vacations it was difficult to put him down to bed just absolute monkey activities all day long jumping here to there and during school days he couldn’t be bothered to brush his teeth even.

William tried to have a one sided debate about why he shouldn’t have to go to school and was eventually fully awake, much to y/n’s demise now she couldn’t manhandle and carry her son to brush his teeth and bath because now he was ready to have full sassy conversations. “You know I’m not getting in that right?” He said to his mum and gave the filling bathtub a disgusting look.

“We literally don’t have time for this please don’t bring-“ his mum started sighing as she foresaw the upcoming torment.

“What?” William said exaggerating his obviousness “I won’t be clean with gutter water”

“It’s not guttter water!” She tried to , despite being on the clock “Don’t believe everything you hear in school” she bent to her knees to match his eye level and try to convince him better “you know no ones want to sit with the kid who hasn’t bathed in 24 hours?”

“But didn’t you say people should like each other for who they are and their kindness and not what they dress and look like” Will responded smugly crossing his arms at his mum, well aware he was winning this debate so far.

Taking a deep breath to subside her annoyance of her own words biting her back, “No, that was for when you wanted to wear your ducky hat and those big kids made fun of you. Not for hygiene.”

“I don’t even know what that word means so…” he trailed off with a pout of correctness.

“Look, we’re going to be really late can you please cooperate.”

“I am awake, I brushed my teeth and I am talking to you that is enough operation on my part” William reasoned with his mom with a shrug.

“It’s cooperation.” She corrected him.

“It’s the same thing” William answered offering her mom a smile of encouragement, as if she did not know the word.

“No it’s not.” Y/n replied before she could continue Bruce’s knock on the open door averted their attention.

“He’s still not ready?” Bruce exclaimed in urgency.

“Vin?” Y/n asked about the status of the other twin as Bruce nodded and briefed her that he was with Alfred. Joint breakfast plus lunch box duties. Bruce stepped inside because clearly with his wife on his son’s eye level trying to convince him to shower seemed like she needed help.

“I literally don’t even have to go to school!” William exclaimed “I know each and every animal and I know that that water comes from sewage!” He said pointing to the bath water.

“For the hundredth time will, it doesn’t come from the sewage!” Bruce interjected with a sigh. “It’s very clean”

“So I can drink it?” William proposed raising brows at his parents.

“No” Y/n replied almost instantly, William was very fast to react she was worried he might actually try something “No you can’t drink it.”

“Why?” William demanded an answer with the hopes of his parents getting trapped in their own initial proponent that the water was not from sewage.

“Look I’m going to count to three if you don’t get in-“ Y/n began, as they were really on the clock she couldn’t reason ever so rationally.

“Hey hey no” Bruce interrupted his wife shaking his head, “We don’t do that, don’t threaten him. We have a civil conversation.”

“I’m not threatening him woah” she replied with a huff at his accusation.

“Count to three and what? Splash him?” Bruce asked somewhat wanting to have stern yet hostile approach to the kid.

“—Of course!”

“But I only have to bath if I have to go to school wight?” William enquired mispronouncing right for wight “what if I don’t? Can’t I just be homeschooled?! Dada was homeschooled.”

“Exactly, dada was homeschooled and he’s now a grown up who has no friends.” Y/n explained it to him rather unapologetically but not in a poking way to Bruce . “Do you want to be like that?”

“No that’s not true I have friends” Bruce jumped to his defence somewhat taken aback how casually his wife threw that one in, despite an apologetic smile she offered him.

“Name your two best friends then.” William investigated as he looked up at his dad with an anticipated look.

Bruce paused for a moment as he thought about it, he looked serious which made y/n wonder if he had any friends she hadn’t known of this entire time. His face seemed like he was trying to pick between his ever so large group of friends but he began, “Y/n and..” he trailed off thinking again but William had gotten his answer.

“Okay I understand now.” William said looking his mom, both of them shared a small laugh which Bruce didn’t exactly get on but at least William agreed to get in the bath.

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Leaving Bruce to dress the boy y/n rushed outside to help Alfred with breakfast and lunch boxes, “hey hey hey” she rushed over to Alfred, where Vincent was clinging to the old man as piggy back. A very concerning sight given, not that he would fall but Alfred was rather old. “Get down from there!”

“It’s alright Miss Wayne.” Alfred said with a smile as Vincent just laughed getting favoured against his mum’s demand.

“No it’s not.” She shook her head carrying Vincent off of him and placed him on the dinning table chair, “They’re both getting way too heavy to carry.”

“I just can’t refuse them.” Alfred laughed a small laugh as he set the plates for breakfast.

“Well you should” Y/n said hurriedly as she rummaged through the cabinets to get the lunch boxes out, by then Bruce returned with a towel over will’s head. Once he sat him on the chair he rubbed his drenched hair hastily.

“No not my hair!” Vincent flinched with a scowl on his face when Bruce attempted to dry his hair as well.

“We’re late Vin, come on” Bruce refused to give into the whining at this point and dried Vincent’s hair anyways. He walked across the kitchen to help y/n reaching for the lunch box on the top shelf as she prepared one of those.

“Late?” Alfred asked as he registered the sentence “Late for what? It’s Sunday.”

“It’s Sunday today?!” Y/n asked as she turned around and her eyes winded.

“Yes.” Alfred nodded positively as he pointed to the calendar.

The parents just sighed relaxing their shoulders in regret, “wow” y/n chuckled softly as Bruce joined along comprehending his regret with the humour of it as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “I did not just bathe both of them on a Sunday.” She laughed as Bruce brought her into a side hug.

“You?” He raised a brow looking down at her.

“We” she corrected herself with a smile as she gave him with a soft peck on the lips.

[aimedis]

redacted asmr headcanons pt.2

-while angel loves no one more than david, no one infuriates them more than he does (could apply to all mates)

-darlin’ tries to trip david every time he walks in front of them

-lasko is so obsessed with dear, he trails after them like a lost puppy all day (even when they're at damn)

-gavin is 100% addicted to sugar (he’s always eating candy and desserts and drinking sweet drinks)

-darlin’ is insanely ticklish but the only one knows is sam because no one else would dare get that close to them (sam comes up behind them and pokes their sides while they’re not paying attention and they flinch hella hard) ((he also tickles them when they’re in bed together))

-as a teen, darlin’s parents would not let them do anything without david (because they would undoubtedly get into trouble otherwise)

-vincent acts incredibly corny ironically just because it annoys/embarrasses lovely every time

-darlin’ is a pretzel purist (obsessed with them)

-if gavin is arguing with freelancer, giving him a lollipop with make him shut up 99% of the time 

-gavin and freelancer look at each other in sync and judge other people

-asher and baabe argue once a year

-freelancer and gavin fought like one time in their first year of dating and it made freelancer cry like a lot especially to damien (he told gavin after they made up “never let me catch you making my best friend cry again, do you hear me?”) 

-david and darlin’ are 100% siblings coded

-every other week david, asher, milo, and darlin gather together somewhere and talk about their mates and other stuff (mainly their mates) ((sturniolo triplets style))

bonus +

asher: “we’re shifters, of course, our love language is biting the shit out of each other”

milo: “we’re shifters, of course, i'll fight you if you touch my lower back no matter who you are”

darlin’: “we’re shifters, just because i respect the pack hierarchy, doesn’t mean i respect the people in said hierarchy”

david: “we’re shifters, of course, as alpha, i’m legally allowed to beat the shit out of all of you for the sake of “keeping the pack in line””

[batatadulce9]

Stage/Fright Experience

Finally sitting down and typing away before I forget any details. Would contain some very personal experience with fans.

So I went on 30th and 31st January. First day at Royal Circle + Champagne Lounge，second day first row on the left (A22).

Before the show:

Was super awkward to have the champagne package alone. It was the only ticket left when I decided to go. I was so afraid to fall asleep as I usually do when I'm drunk. But I have a show to watch, a stage door to attend, and was suffering from jet lag (8 hours). Champagne was nice tho, served with Yorkshire potato chips (Yorkshire, of course).

Then a business man in blue suit caught my attention. He was alone too, grabbing the waiter and asking "Which one is your favourite episode? Mine is 12 days of Christine!" Turned out this lovely waiter was new to the show. Just finished Cold Comfort that day. And the man continued giving his comments on Cold Comfort being so clever blah blah, while the waiter is desperate to come open the champagne for me. When he finally released the waiter, he waited a little while before he came to me and the couple next to me, with the same question. Lmao. That's how I know his name is John, and we all had a pleasant time chating. They were genuinely amazed by how much I know about the show. Labled hard core fan, lol. John even came to stage door later that night just to say goodbye to me, which was so sweet.

（spoilers below 👇)

Act 1:

- Royal Circle was a bit far but can have a very clear view of the whole stage. Perfect to appreciate the set design, the lighting and of course special effects. I kinda missed how did Toby became Reece at the first time because I was dizzy by the fact that I'm actually watching the show.

- What a dream to see Steve wearing that Spencer wig again. He looked supercalifragilisticexpialidocious in that wig and suit 😍. Thank god I didn't burst into tears.🥹 Reece being annoyed reminded me of La Couchette, which was really funny him just being himself.

- When they walked out from the curtain, I was death staring at Steve on the second run (sorry). Luckily he was standing on the left. So when they stood apart, he actually had to walk to my side. So close I could touch his foot if I stretched my arm. He was exceptionally lovely in person I wanted to hug him so much (then I did later). Reece was much more handsome in person than he looked on screen, in my greatly personal opinion, especially in his Tommy suit.

- The welcome dialogue already told us everything, about ghost, grief can make you see things that's not there, love story blah blah… we just didn't notice!!! Amazing to re-watch it and realised!!

- A Quiet Night In was the one episode got me into the show 10 years ago, so I was extremely pleased they'r doing it on stage. I got Daniel Mays the first day and Mathew Baynton on the second. I love them both!! Daniel's flamingo was hilarious. Mat successfully made Reece laughed so hard that he had to turn his back to us and hold himself for a while. And Mat called them twats before he left, lmao. In addition, he later joined the audience till the end of the show. I bumped into him again at the entrance. What's more, unlike Daniel, Mat actually can play the trumpet and he did! The woman on the phone went, "ohhh darling, you've been practicing!"

- I am a coat.

- Reece is excessively good at his crying tone that's unfair.

Act 2:

- The little dance Hugo did reminded me of Ollie why no one mentioned it??? The whole La Terreur de L'Asile is a grown up Ollie incident to me!!

- Of course the plot was so clever and blah blah…you guys said it.

- CAN WE TALK ABOUT DR GOUDRON PLEASE?

- Yes I'm always obsessed with Steve in retro costume.

- So glad for Vincent not doing a judge again lmao.

- Marcus provided all the funny materials in La Terreur de L'Asile brochure.

- Figured what were they going to do when the camera turned on. It was so Deadline coded but still raised your heartbeat.

- Steve stood there silently staring at the floor for a little while when Maggie talked to Marcus about the bar price. When he raised his head again, the baby blue eyes was filled with tears. Boy I'm so in love. Seeing his performance with my own eyes was breathtaking.

- Continued being phenomenal during the whole situation explaining Reece was a ghost the whole time. The audience laughed hysterically while he managed keeping himself in tears, in character-Steve. Extraordinary.

- When the curtain's down, nobody moved and started laughing again.

- When they met in heaven and Steve said he was desperate to see Reece, there were sounds of "awww~" all around me. Damn we ship them so hard lol.

- Super glad for them finally did the musical.

- I was told the white suits referred smth smth but I don't care. I know a wedding when I see it.

- And they live happily together ever after.

Stage Door:

- I guess I was lucky because they did SD properly both days.

- Day 1 I managed to give my presents to them. Reece was unusually (sorry) kind and allowed more time with everyone. So I took the opportunity invited him to come visit China again. He said they definitely will because we are so inviting.

- Steve was quick but very kind as well. My pen wasn't working well, so he checked and went, wait I’d better do it with mine (pen), and fixed it with a clear signature. That was so sweet! I wrote him a letter in the present so I didn't hold him any longer.

- They were relatively slow on day two. So we got to say goodbye to every cast and crew there, awkwardly. But you did a good job Toby, adorable.

- Steve still wore his cap, so he wasn't really looking when he did the signature on the script book. Among it I asked him if he likes my present from yesterday. He raised his head and looked at me in the eyes with a surprised-looking big smile.🥹 He said yes he really really liked it! 🥹 And his eyes lit up when he realised it's me again. I'm sure he read my letter and I'm so over the moon.🥹

- There was a young girl, our new friend, asking Reece a question. So I didn't get to talk to Reece on day 2.

- Then I waited till Steve finished the queue, while Reece was still half way through. I walked up to Steve and told him I'm going back soon. I asked for a hug and he didn't hesitate a second with his arms open.

- He said thanks for coming and thank me for the present to my ear. His big hand patted my back. Thank god I didn't smell him or do anything weird. His puffy jacket won't allow me anyway, ha!

(sorry about my messy hair it was cold and I wore too much)

- Oh yea forgot to mention. Not a deliberate stalking, but we were going to the same way where their taxi was waiting. It was so sweet witness them squeezed in together and I waved at them goodbye.

So I guess that's all!! It was such a lovely journey I'll cherish this memory for the rest of my life.

[siringadev]

Guys, when I rewatched DoC once again, I found one detail that turned my entire understanding of Nero's ending upside down. The thing is, we all collectively believed that Nero was mortally wounded by Weiss under Hojo's control, that Nero left his physical body and then appeared before Weiss in his astral form, banished Hojo, etc. However, there is a short moment that I and we all missed. When dark Nero appeared before Weiss, Hojo looked at the place where Nero's body lay and noticed in a panic that the body was gone. What does this mean?

Nero did not die? And never was? It seems that either he pretended to die to fool Hojo (like in the remake he pretended to be destroyed in the battle with the Wutai warriors to then stab him from behind), or he absorbed his physical body and transformed it into an astral body of darkness, or his body was always this fluid, something between physical and metaphysical. He can teleport, pass through objects, his body is obviously not human-like, but demigod like. He is immortal.

In the remake, Nero's body is constantly changing, disappearing and reappearing, I noticed how there was no one in the tanker, just a cloud of darkness, then Nero's silhouette appears. Can he really be contained, or is he fooling Shinra, giving them the illusion of control like that meaningless restrictive suit and restrictive code that Nero could easily break?

When Nero attacks Sonon, he is invisible, he turns into a stream of dark energy, and only his wings are visible. Perhaps he can materialize in parts like the Cheshire Cat.

Does this mean that Nero is physical in this scene when he hugs Weiss and then merges with him?? Although we do not know the exact nature of his body and his dark power. Darkness/Void is described as a mysterious bioplasm, a stagnant lifestream, accumulated from the negative mental energy of souls. From this stagnant energy, Chaos was born too. So, on a divine level, Nero, Weiss (born from pure lifestream energy, hence his nickname Immaculate) and Vincent are brothers.

And after Nero merged with Weiss, Nero's like dark energy can be seen when Vincent fights Omega Weiss.

Before After

I don't think Nero is omnipotent, he also shows weakness, he suffers, he feels pain. But he is also strong and immortal like Sephiroth. In DoC online mod Nero was kept in the basement in such terrible conditions. Could he escape or did he voluntarily stay there so as not to subject Weiss to suffering, because Weiss could not escape because of the chip with the virus in his brain.

Here he is in agony screaming Weiss' name and crying when he learns that Weiss will die in three days if he kills Restrictor.

What do you think about this?

[dreamrk99]

In another life : mark lee 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ chapter 1

Cw : crying , unprotected sex , smoking ( cigarettes) like alot of cigs, mentions of suicide , drinking , oral sex , Vincent ( readers husband ) is a awful partner and infidelity

Reader is black girl coded as I the writer am a black women + unedited I will edit the mistakes later pls give feedback if you can

I despised cigarettes despite picking up a small smoking habit after being in a long-term relationship with a man who had a severe smoking habit. The slightly rubbery smell of the cigarette smoke had grown quite comforting to me . It was a chilly November night when the midnight moon broke through the foggy sky, its strong light shining into my brown eyes .

I took another puff of the nicotine stick and then put it out on the balcony. As I hit the tobacco stick against the wooden banister, the lit bud faded into a dark grey ash. The moonlight was reflecting heavily on the diamond ring that was placed upon my hand.

I got married at a young age, meeting my husband when I was only 19 years old. He was a wealthy businessman whose parents had paid for his college education. Vincent was a charming and well-put-together man, the kind of person that people write novels about. I met him while working closing shifts at a small café in downtown New York. Despite him being 30 years old and good-looking, he promised to take care of me. The following year we were married and living in a penthouse in Upper Manhattan. It has been 4 years since then and the rose-tinted frames have long worn off Vincent worked most days never really ever coming home and when he did he was usually quite neglectful only speaking to me when he needed me to make an appearance at a business event or when he needed to use my body for release

I spend most of my days alone in our large house, listening to music echoing off the walls as I down multiple glasses of some random imported expensive aged wine that my husband brings back from his trips. Each bottle is used as an apology after a storm.

“I turned from my place on the balcony, hearing the soft thump of the door behind me. "Vin!" I exclaimed as I fully turned around to meet my husband's gaze. His hair was disheveled, with subtle peppered grey hairs on his scalp, and his suit was fairly creased. He looked tired but let out a soft laugh as our eyes met

Vincent approached me and hugged me tightly, showering my shoulder with kisses, which was unusual behavior for him. I knew that whenever he was affectionate, he was seeking something from me. "What's wrong, Vin ?" I inquired, running my fingers through his neatly trimmed hair as he buried his face into my chest. "I have to attend a dinner party with my boss tomorrow, and I have been busy with work," he replied. He then looked up and added, "I need you to come with me as my pretty doll my arm candy." I loathed these dinners, but at the same time, I missed the feeling of being desired and shown off, which I had not experienced in a long time so maybe I’d grow to enjoy them.

———-

“ we’re running late “

“ I know, “ I said adjusting the appearance of the cream low-back silk dress my husband had laid out for me to wear the morning of the dinner before heading out to work

“How do I look ?” I spoke showing off the way the dress fit on my frame the silk draping beautifully down the curves of my back gold adorning my neck and ears and a blotted berry lipstick sat on my lips

“Ravishing “ Vincent spoke before taking my hand and leading me out the doorway of the penthouse .

The car ride felt agonizingly different, like Vincent’s facade had worn off as soon as we got into the Uber. I Leaned my head against the window as I listened to Vincent talk about insanely uninteresting topics and brag about his success despite being at the bottom of his firm .

Vincent the whole dinner bragged about his beautiful wife and his lavish lifestyle I had sat at the tables dazed, to be honest, I was itching to have my lips around a cigarette but I had remembered I left my gold cigarette case on my nightstand and we were at a fancy dinner I’d hate to meet his partners at work and smell like old cherry lites

Throughout the night I was paraded around meeting each of Vincent’s coworkers he would tell them how beautiful I was and how he loved me and I would play along and force a smile but in reality I didn’t quite love him anymore and rather spend my night talking to the intern donghyuck at the free bar as we drink our worries away .

“ you look, good princess “

I snapped out of my daze “Hmm” I said my eyes fixated on his mouth moving “ I said you look good tonight “ he repeated I more I looked good it’s one of the few reasons Vincent had married me he wanted eye candy and having a wife was better for business especially one that was quite pleasing to the eye

“ I’m going to excuse myself, “ I said softly I was dying to leave the hall I wanted to be free from Vincent’s grasp

I shimmied out from the beautifully lit dining hall and made my way outside I was itching for a cig or a vodka soda I needed something to take my stress away

“Not enjoying the dinner party ? Hmm”

My head turned swiftly “ I’d rather choke on my own blood then be paraded around in front of hundreds of incompetent men “ I spoke with a chuckle finally turning fully to see the man who was speaking he was pretty with strong bone structure the type you only see on models while his hair was dark his slender fingers holding onto a wine glass

“You're too pretty to be out here alone in the cold. Your husband isn’t much of a gentleman is he ?”

I chuckled “ he’s too busy trying to sell a facade of a lifestyle “ I huffed finally finding a cigarette buried deep enough in my purse the cig hung from my bottom lip as I looked around for something to light the tobacco stick

“ well if I had a wife as pretty as you I’d never leave you on your lonesome “

I smiled “ and you are ?” I asked with a giggle as I leaned against the rust colored brick wall

“ Mark Lee, this is my dinner party .. this whole company is mine “

My eyes widened a bit I had just insulted the entirety of Mr Lee staff

“ oh im so so sorry- “ I apologized causing him to let out a breathy laugh “ no.. no i appreciate the honesty it’s refreshing “

As almost on Cue Vincent wrapped his arms around my waist “ Mr lee is see you have met my beautiful wife “

He smiled “that I have “ he said his smile seeming to light up as he let out a soft laugh

Vincent looked at me and frowned snatching the cigarette from between my lips “ I told you to stop this “ as much as I wanted to rebuttal I decided it wasn’t worth the fight especially not in front of his higher up .

“ well mark we have to go thank you for keeping my wife company “ Vincent spoke before exchanging words with mark and leaving

“ let’s have dinner then go home shall we “

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That night Vincent had fucked me pushing my face down into the plush pillows of our large bed my underwear being harshly pulled down my legs as he inserted himself between my legs

Vincent was selfish in bed he used my body like it was disposable most nights fucking into me eagered to finish not eagered to please he was rough often abusing my body in the process

“ take that like a good girl “ he whispered in my ear as I dazed out wishing this excuse for sex would be over so I could eagerly wash the grime of my body and finally get that cigarette I craved so badly

When Vincent finally finished inside me I got up and walked to the bathroom running the water and cleansing myself of his essence. I smoked 3 cigarettes before resting that night .

—

A week later Mr lee invited us to another event this one more intimate then the last a small gathering that he only invited a few important guests once of which being Vincent

“ You think he is going to give me a higher position? “ Vincent spoke a tinge of excitement in his voice

I doubted that . Vincent was probably the most incompetent man at the firm, the only reason he got through law school being because his mother had intended nyu and was on the board .

“Of course” I lied a forcing a warm smile

“ well get dressed dinners at 7pm “

I hadn’t intended to have to dress up again so soon but I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t slightly excited to see Mark again. The man who interested me has been lingering in the depths of my mind for a while since the dinner party .

By 6:45 we had arrived at the large loft where I assumed Mark had lived. Despite being early, Mark had let us into his home a few other familiar faces from the dinner party sitting around the large loft .

the interior looked beautiful under the warm yellow lighting the lit the entirety of the home and illuminated the huge table sitting in the middle of the loft .

By 7 Mark had returned from the kitchen with a red cabaret wine pouring everyone glasses before making a small toast “ I’m so thankful that everyone could make it to my small event today I know it was very sudden but I wanted to get to know everyone on my team ” mark says with a warm smile finally sitting his glass down” so let’s eat “

And unfortunately, By 9 Vincent was drunk and embarrassing at that. most of the other guests looking at him with distaste as getting sloppy at a company dinner was not a good look .

Mark looked at him with amusement watching his employee struggle to hold a conversation and squash multiple opportunities

“ I’ll be back imma go have a smoke , “ I said softly I was dying to leave the table at that moment

I walked out into the courtyard pulling out a smoke and lighting it immediately inhaling the rubbery taste

“ your husband has put on quite the show “ mark exclames causing me face him

“ he’s 34, one of the oldest in his department and still can’t seem to do anything of significance.. I’m actually starting to think he’s a waste of space actually dumber than nails “

The way he spoke about Vincent was cynical but I couldn’t say I didn’t agree with his sentiments Vincent was incapable of doing anything but being dead weight

“ he is but he keeps a roof over my head and that’s all I can really ask for “ I say

Mark walks closer to me taking the cigarette from my lip and slipping it between his own a little of my red lipstick transferring from the cig to his upper lip “ I think I could give you the life you deserve “ he says with a smirk inhaling the smoke

“ one where you would be adored in ways that matter “ he whispered “ can I kiss you ?” He suddenly looked down at me, his slender fingers resting on my face. “ Yes” I gasped out a little more desperately then I had intended practically aching for him. It was bashful and desperate but at that moment I felt something for the first time … I felt alive .

I had returned to the dinner making up some lame excuse for why I had to go home. “ Vin I don’t feel good Mr lees going to take me home while you sober up “

And that night I cheated

as my husband was In the dinner mingling drunkenly

I was in our room on our shared bed with his boss head between my trembling thighs

He drank from me , Hungirly drinking every drop from between my legs, my fingers anchored into his

Hair “please , “ I gasped, eyes rolling back as I fantasized about a life without Vincent . Mark had lifted his head from between my thighs, his eyes glossy with admiration my head filled with nothing but mark and as I released my essence, my soul on his tongue

I didn’t think of Vincent… not at all .

_________

“I don’t think I’m a good person “

I looked down at Mark who was lying softly on the lower half of my belly his doe eyes looking up at me with a warmth that can only be felt “ I don’t think you are a bad person my love “ he uttered as he placed gentle kisses along my torso each filled with affection “ I just think even good people are capable of doing bad things “.

I felt marks lips connect to mine as he kissed me with reassurance I closed my eyes taking in every inch of his affection every inch of his love I was in deep already and I couldn’t wait to fall deeper

He smiled stopping mid-kiss “Have you eaten?” I hadn’t eaten any of the food during the dinner “ I haven’t “ I spoke softy “Hmm.. let me feed you “Before I could utter a sentence Mark had gotten up from where he was lying and slipped on his undergarments and made his way to the kitchen in a way that felt domestic

“ aren’t you worried .. worried Vincent will awaken and wander home and see you cooking for me while indecent “ I asked genuinely we had left him on the couch of Mark's loft for a few hours to sober up.

“ he drank a whole bottle of 30 proof he will be out for quite some time by then hopefully I’ll be home before he awakes “Mark was surprisingly calm about the situation cooking me a meal with no worries.

“When did you learn to cook ?” He simply smiled before commenting “ I’m not a great cook but I make some mean kimchi jjigae” he said with a soft smile his eyes crinkling up I intently watched the comforting stew on the stove the smell filling the house with warmth

“ eat “ he uttered as he pushed the bowl to me “Eat pls you look like you’ve lost weight and it’s only been a few weeks “ I looked into his eyes they we begging for me to eat so I did dipped my spoon into the dark red broth

Mark watched as I took spoonfuls of the stew till the bowl was empty he grinned “Now I feel better you should have eaten darling “

To be honest I didn’t eat much I often smoked cigarettes so much that my appetite would diminish my discomfort with my body made it easier for theses disordered habits to thrive I would often would avoid eating food .

“ you look like you have been kissed by angels “ I uttered causing him to stop “

“ when did you become such smooth talker “ he chuckled a large smile on his face he looked almost soft his ceo image shattering and his boyish charm shining through

I realized he was quiet and when he did talk he was passionate about everything he did or said it was admirable he was the opposite of Vincent

Mark was caring and selfless only becoming selfish the one time he spent with me maybe my selfish nature was rubbing off on him .

—

Mark had left a few hours ago yet the scent of his cologne still lingered in my nose as I soaked his scent off my supple skin still feeling a dull ache between my thighs

I heard the door of the bedroom creak as I saw Vincent tumble into the room he looked disheveled and smelt like a distillery as he walked into the bathroom and placed a kiss on my forehead “Good morning “ he uttered a slight slur still lingering.

“ morning vin how did you sleep ?” I asked as I scrubbed the final reminisce of Mark's cologne off my body he shrugged “So so “ as he turned on the shower stepping into it instantly to wash away his sins from the night before.

—

I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about Mark every day since the events that unfolded the night of his party it had been a 3 weeks since the event and every other day I would sneak off to call him while my husband was away working to uphold the lifestyle we were living.

I found out a lot about Mark throughout the week like that he wasn’t born into wealth came from an average working-class household and that he loved to cook even though he was very bad at it

I found myself dialing his number again as I snuck off to the balcony of the penthouse while Vincent was in the shower

“ hey angel, “ he said a hint of tiredness in his voice

“ I’m sorry did I wake you “ I spoke politely he was a busy man he’d probably been working all day and here I was calling him during his off-hours

“ you didn’t wake me at all .. I’ve been up, “ he said reassuringly “Plus I’ll always make time for you “ I smiled as I held the phone close to my ear with a smile on my face as I listened to him talking about anything I just wanted to hear his voice

Angel, are you there? He asked

“ yeah I am “

“You so quiet today hmmm “

“ I just wanna listen to you “ I could almost hear his smile through the phone “Baby imma come over “ I heard his body shift from the bed from the cell phone “Please.. Vincent won’t be home“ I practically softly begged I wanted to have him in my space

I found myself rushing to look pretty for him something I rarely did these days unless I was going out .

———-

“ my beautiful angel “

Mark's eyes were lidded as he stroked my face bringing me to a deep kiss “You feeling good ? Am I taking care of you angel “ he asked almost teasing as he filled the void between my thighs his eyes watching intently as I moved my hips up to match his agonizing slow pace

Mark was a soft and slow lover he fucked like he had all the time in the world slowly watching me come undone from just a few strokes .

The water slowly ran cold and the bubbles that were once adorning the bath faded away as he messily plumped himself in between my legs I felt my release nearing “Let go angel “ he whispered in my ear as I finally finished “ beautiful “ he uttered still holding me tight as my body aches .

“ you haven’t finished, “I say looking at Mark confused this has been the second time we had had sex and he hadn’t come inside .

“ it’s fine it was about you angel I wanted to make you feel good “

I found myself desperate to watch him come undone I wanted to milk him to completion “Stand up “ I spoke before raising to rest my knees on the hard ceramic of the bath “Angel.. baby you don’t ..-“ I cut him short “ I want to I want to taste you in all your essence “ I looked up at him as he stood there in all his glory.

I know it was quick and crazy to say but at that moment as I looked at him with nothing but love and admiration that I had never once felt with anybody else I realized I loved him. I was in love with him .

I took him in my hand pumping his member watching as he let out soft groans and gasps. It was music to my ears when I heard him whimper out “ Angel .. my beautiful angel “

I let out a guttural moan as I took him between my lips letting him hit the back of my throat before circling the head desperate to feel him cum in my mouth

Mark's hand found its way into the curls of my hair as he whispered soft praises “My beautiful girl is so good “ he’d whimper out “You were made specifically for me, my gift “ I was in love wanting nothing more than to feel him spill down my throat

“ Angel I’m about to “Before he could even finish the sentence I wrapped my lips around the tip catching every drop and feeling his nectar coat my throat before slipping him from my mouth

“ come here angel, “ he said pulling me into his arms and carrying me out the tiled bathroom to the edge of the bed, placing me softly down on the sheets.

It felt domestic the way he kissed me like I was the only woman in the world it felt domestic the way he helped me get dressed taking his time slipping my little slip over my head It felt domestic the way he talked about our relationship as if we had so much time together although I was a married woman .

Before I could comprehend anything Mark had left needing to be back before my husband ended his shift and got home

I felt an emptiness as Vincent walked in the door and tried to grab my hips “ Vincent let go “ I said sternly he giggled still trying to pull up my dress “ Vincent pls I’m not feeling good “ he stepped back in shock I wasn’t usually the type to push him away usually wanting him to get his sexual urges out so I can rest and forget about it after a drink of alcohol

“ I’m not in the mood to be fucked to sleep “

he was taken back by my brass comment his eyes fixated on me “ I think I’m going to go over to Karina’s “ I spoke sternly before grabbing a small bag and packing it to the brim with some clothing and toiletries “ I’ll be back in the morning Vincent I need some space “ Vincent had stood there dumbfounded

“ okay message me when you made it to her house “

I nodded before hopping into my car and making my way to Karina’s

Once I arrived I was instantly greeted with a warm hug “ I missed you so much “ she exclaims before grabbing a wine glasses and sitting down on the small love seat “ now I know that face .. what did you do “ she speaks softly

I looked up to her “ I’m not a good person rina “ her smile dropped “ rina i cheated on Vincent with his boss “ rinas face was unreadable not quite disappointment but not exactly approval .

“So you had sex with the ceo of the Lee firm Rina said her eye brow raised slightly I had nodded softly waiting for rina to say something yet it never came she just held my hands that had been sitting on my lap and looked me in my eyes .

“ do you have feeling For him “ she spoke with sincerity

I looked at up at her again nothing left my mouth but the look in my eyes told her everything she needed to know “hmm” she hummed before she took a long drag of her wine .

she tired lighting the mood

“ what’s the famous mr lee look like ? Is he .. before she could finish her statement

Mark himself had texted my phone .

Mark : my angel you up ?

A smile appeared onto my face as a read the very simple message and replied

You : im up :)

I looked over to karina who seemed to reading the situation.

Mark : I miss you my angel

Mark : I’ll be home soon to see you !

I smiled at the very simple yet reassuring messages I once again looked over to Karina to see a smile on her face.

“ I’veNever seen you this smiley ever “ she spoke

“ tell me about him “ she said with a approving voice

——

“ are you listening to me “ I looked up from the coffee table a old cigarette placed between my fingers

“ I’m sorry “ I spoke softly my eyes meeting with Vincent’s

“ it’s been 20 minutes what’s going on you haven’t been present for days “ Vincent exclaims slightly irritated

“ vincent don’t still wanna fuck me ?” I spoke bluntly taking him by surprise as I leaned back on the couch exposing more skin

“ ofc I do but what’s with this behavior?? “

It had been a 2 weeks since I last spoke to mark he told me he had to fly to Shanghai for business and he’d be gone for quite some time while he closed a huge deal but I missed his voice and the comfort of his body after a night of passion

Vincent wouldn’t give me the tenderness I yearned for and I knew that but I felt pent up aching for the day I’d be able to be in marks embrace again working my fingers through my thighs listening to his soft voicemails wasn’t enough anymore I needed to feel him completely I needed to be filled.

My lips interlocked with Vincent’s as he lays me down on the sheets below us “ please touch me “ I begged as I removed my thin night dress causing Vincent to sloppily remove his pants from his legs and he propped my thighs apart “ is that for me “ he says cheekily as he points to the darkened patch in my underwear “ all for you “ I gasp out as I grind looking for friction “ pls give it to me “ I whine as I grab Vincent and lean in to kiss him passionately letting my mind wonder as he flips me over pushing my face into the bed

I felt Vincent enter my body as he rocked his hips each thrust sloppy and uncoordinated “ you like that baby “ Vincent whispers under his breath as he fucks into me quickly

I found myself zooming out my mind instantly wondering to mark I wondered if he would fill me up with his essence I thought about how full I felt the last time he was between my thighs

I was snapped out my thoughts as Vincent pushed my hips down as he finally released into me fucking himself through his release “ so good for me “ he mumbled under his breathe before pulling himself out and laying next to me

Before I knew it Vincent had closed his eyes for the night light snores leaving his mouth as I sat there the sticky sheets molded to my body .. I felt disgusting reminisce of him between my thighs I instantly got up and cleaned myself up slipping in my nightdress before making my way to the balcony cigarette already partially lit .

[sevnation]

my redacted top ten! (listener edition)

1. angel, all i post about on this account is angel. theyre just like me fr and i have so many plots and headcanons for them (theyre a stoner, theyre from a hunter family, blah blah blah) but i also love the way they interact with david, perfect match imo.

2. sweetheart, whats not to love about sweetheart. sassy, break in master, most powerful stealth in the redactive universe to date, and they’re dating milo!

3. fool!freelancer specifically. fool!freelancer is so attractive i was literally acting like gavin the whole video. if fool!freelander walked up to me in a cafe we’d be in the bathroom in 20 minutes

4. doc. i love doc. theyre so morgan coded its insane and they treat hush with such gentleness (hush, the serial murderer)

5. lovely. NOW DONT GER ME WRONG. i love lovely so much, theyre my baby and they deserve better. however, i cant listen to the vincent audios without crying. my baby gained powers after almost being killed, losing said powers and ACTUALLY DYING, and is now living life as a dead person. me and vincent wouldve been scrapped

6. darlin. same as lovely, cant listen to sam’s playlist beyond the ‘alpha and mate have a talk’ because it makes me break down into tears.

7. starlight. avior and starlight COME HOME ITS BEEN 2 MONTHS AND 1 WEEK. but anyway, theyre not low because i dont like them, theyre low because i like everyone else more. starlight my sassy king

8. baabe. NOW LISTEN PLEASE LISTEN DONT GRAB ME PLEASE. i love baabe sm theyre so sweet but ASHER HAS LITTLE TO NO AUDIOS. I DONT KNOW PLS. i love baabe and ash tho my bbs

9. bestie. STAND UP. STAND UP NOWWW. this made is a CULTIST AND YOU KISSED HIM. YOU GOT CULT COOTIES.

10. asset / cutie. no explanation.

[the0fi]

on today’s episode of “one of my favorite artists just released a new song that reminds me of a character/ship so now i’m subjecting you all to it”, vincent lima just released a new song called ‘something sweet’ and it wrecked me before 8am but it’s also so SO yelena/bishova coded (and honestly? hosie too. iykyk)

(for a bit of context, vincent’s last ep and future album use the myth of orpheus and eurydice to tell a story about grief and love and letting go but also holding on. it’s beautiful. the ep is called “versions of uncertainty” and you should all listen to it)

besides the chorus, which is beautiful on its own, it also has heart wrenching verses such as:

“I’m not scared to live, I’m scared to fade”

“I lost my brother, now I’m scared to lose my faith / but I found some solace on your face / don’t look away / I need you there for me like wind against the rain”

“There’s a certain kind of beauty in the way that people change / but you might never get goodbye before the world shakes them away”

“She told me look up and scream ‘it’s not your fault that people leave’ ”

whether you’ve watched thunderbolts* yet or not (no spoilers, don’t worry), you can’t look me in the eye and tell me that’s not yelena struggling with her grief and place in the world after natasha’s death (and possibly finding just the tinniest bit of solace in a certain purple archer who’s all too optimistic and finds the light in the darkest places)

anyway, go give something sweet a listen, and if you like it consider listening to all of vincent’s songs because they really are beautiful and i need someone to cry to them with

[skadren]

For the character ask game: Vincent!

the character ask game

how i feel about this character

i am pretty sure everyone knows how i feel about vincent valentine. he is not quite a designated projection blorbo (that would be cloud and tseng) but he falls pretty solidly in the category where if i think about him too long i will either cry or start vibrating at a frequency that will shatter glass

also, as a black-and-red-coded immortal who sees himself as a demonic or monstrous being not worthy of love but deep down is a highly devoted romantic with very human personal struggles, he caters very specifically to my tastes.

all the people i ship romantically with this character

cloud and vincent are my number one diehard otp. i will go down with this ship.

i will also go to bat for them with genesis. and also vincent with genesis on their own, although in that scenario it is infinitely sadder because it's sad and lonely immortals being sad and lonely together in the face of the end of the universe and thinking about it makes me want to lie down on the floor for a week

otherwise, i have dabbled before in vincent/tseng, vincent/reeve, and vincent/veld. vintseng gets extra points for being very very spicy. but i don't consider myself to have a good enough grasp on the characters to actually write these ships like, for real and not just in rp. alas

my non-romantic otp for this character

vincent and reeve! i really love the banter they have going on in dirge of cerberus. i think they'd have a good understanding of each other as ex-shinra employees who now are involved in figuring out how to reshape a post-shinra world-- reeve as the head of the wro, and vincent as one of its employees.

although they both understand that this isn't exactly the best or most ideal solution, they're both highly practical people. they know that they're making do with what they can, and sometimes trying to pave the road for a better future means getting their hands dirty in the process.

reeve may never live to see his efforts truly pay off and his dream come true, but vincent will definitely be around to see it through until the end.

my unpopular opinion about this character

i know we were just talking about this, but after thinking about it for a while, i really do think it's the fact that writing full-on vincent whump is character regression. people can write whatever they want forever of course, but doom-and-gloom vincent who has given up on everything ever really doesn't do it for me, because that's the version of vincent who decided to take a depression dirt nap in his coffin forever, not the version of vincent who cloud and co. convinced to leave it. and it's especially not the version of vincent who has completed his character arc after dirge.

vincent's character growth is also a big reason why it's so significant that he's the one who ultimately helped get cloud out of his depressive funk in advent children. all shipping aside, it's probably why vincent was the only one who could, because cloud himself recognizes that vincent is someone who not only hit rock bottom but spent twenty-odd years rotting there, and vincent still got back up.

honestly idk if this is even an unpopular opinion but whatever. vincent's resilience has always been a major part of his character that stood out to me. taking that away makes him feel kinda... hollow. and very depressing.

one thing i wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

i mean, we already got his on-screen transformation into galian, and it was full-on part of the story. all i need now is playable vincent with his other three limit breaks incorporated into his kit too... and just as much size difference between him and cloud :]

otherwise, i know this would probably never happen, and if it did happen honestly i might even end up hating it, but if i could ask for literally anything..... vincent and genesis on-screen meeting. please. even if it's a five seconds long epilogue where they look at each other with their eyeballs. SQNX PLEASE

[rottenpumpkin13]

These are the english lyrics to Redemption and Longing by Gackt (the ones from the ep where gackt is dressed as genesis)(don't ask me how i know this I listen to gackt unironically he's got some great music)

anyway here's redemption:

"Your form which returns gently to heaven [What else can I do, besides avenge you.] I watched it for the longest time, until my tears dried up.

And the sorrow overflowing from the scar which can't be erased, I swore that I would never forget it.

I'll flap my broken wings and erase it all some day, you'll see, Until the last bell ringing the dirge completes.

[You told me to live as if you were to die tomorrow. Fail not and be what we were now Face as if we want to have forever.]

Red tears traced by a trembling finger, [I had nothing to lose, nothing to lose] It crashes through the dark memories. The last smile wavered, and disappears, And the warmth is all that's left.

Your kind and gentle words can't heal me now, This body's only dedicated to the never ending fight.

Because everyone returns to heaven, some day, You'll never need to say goodbye.

BREAK OUT I'll flap my broken wings and erase it all some day, you'll see, Until the last bell ringing the dirge completes. Your kind and gentle words can't heal me now, This body's only dedicated to the never ending fight.

Redemption Redemption"

and longing:

"As I hold you in my scarlet-dyed arms

I sacrifice you to the moon with blue-illuminated tears

When I gaze at the graven scar on my heart

The night whispers, "you can never return..."

Ah, shutting my eyes, it'd be good if I offered up my prayers

But because my words are nothing, I've already left you behind

Stirring up the gods, I tear apart the darkness with my voice

It feels good to cry out, and finish it all

It'd be nice to just hold silence in my heart

Because of the neverending peace I have in this place

If only I could change my birth and make amends for all my sins

But there is no way I can set you free...

Ah, shutting my eyes, it'd be good if I offered up my prayers

But because my words are nothing, I've already left you behind"

These lyrics are so genesis coded istfg

NO BUT The thing with Redemption is that it's so so so Vincent/Lucrecia, as it should be because it's from DoC, but at the same time it's Genesis-coded. It kills to know that there was likely an intention to have Vincent and Genesis' paths cross eventually, given how Dirge ended with Genesis showing up. They have some some parallels, the obvious ones being the color red, wings, monsters, and the whole theme of regret and repentance that I definitely think is the path Genesis' story was going to take

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 28th April ✨

Happy Audio Drama Sunday! I started two new shows this week and fell in love with both of them!! 

👻 @tellnotalespod (S2E8.5) ohhhhhh I’m so emotional. The end of this series is going to make me cry so many happy tears, I can just feel it. 

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (149) With the description this week, I think I truly realised just how scary-looking the pig man is 😰 Things are looking decidedly down for Shelby and Clem. Eek. God, Valerie!!! She’s such an interesting character because you can literally connect the dots of her trauma but still be slightly disappointed by the consequences on her behaviour! And the poor Mr Greenstreets ☹️ Raj is very Syrensyr coded?? Vincent as a grief counsellor makes me wonder… about who or what Voltaire is…. 

Also, I want the Auditor to be Polly so bad and I want Nikignik to get out of the interrogation by bargaining to reunite him with Yaretzi and Mort - PLEASE. 

🧳 Travelling Light by @monstrousproductions (19) I loved seeing our Traveller stand up for themself!! It’s always so fun to see characters who are usually soft gain a backbone of steel because their core values are tested. And the discussion of the nanobots was so interesting!! The laws on nanobots elsewhere when they are literally required for survival makes the entire person illegal. And we all know that’s not right!!! 

👁️ @malevolentcast (41) I’m thinking that maybe Rafters was an exception that proves the rule… Alexander the owl was creepy as anything and I hated the way he seemed to be guiding them towards the crack in the wall. Now we’re in a possible parallel universe, it feels like all bets are off and I’m scared to even consider what might happen to John and Arthur now! 

⚔️ @camlannpod (8) OUGH. Oh my god. Can’t they just have FIVE MINUTES to RELAX?? I actually snorted out loud at: ‘you’re good with an axe, right’. Pere is a little shit and I love that for them. Morgan!!! 🫨 And Dai!!! I’m so hopeful that starting down this path will lead to good (or, at least, a whole load of shenanigans for S2!) 

🖥️ The Magnus Protocol (13) It’s very interesting to me that we were able to listen in on Sam and Cecilia’s date… how did that work? There’s something here about gambling and chance with this story and the previous one about the dice rolling?? I’m connecting the dots (I’m not connecting shit). 

🌞 Small Victories by @wgc-productions is so good, I wish I’d started listening years ago. I love the 90s sitcom vibe and the intro/outro are so unique. I absolutely love shows that centre around character studies. Marisol’s story is so gripping and I love how the writing takes us right inside her brain as she justifies every decision (good or bad). It’s so clear how loveable she is and how much people around her want her to be okay (mostly), but don’t know *how* to get her to that place given the shit they’re dealing with themselves! I got up to 1.09 so . . . bit of a cliffhanger there!! I’m very excited to see how the story progresses. I’m rooting for you, Tiny!! 

🧋 I started @hinaypod and it’s safe to say that I’m in love already! Listening has given me the same amazing feeling of listening to Desperado - the sensation that the creators have opened up a door to a brand new world and I’m so happy to be in it! I adore Mari. Even from episode one, she has this quiet self-confidence in herself and her skills which is so refreshing. I also really like the horror writing here and I’m really looking forward to delving deeper into this story! 

Hope everyone has a good week! 💙

[aimedis]

redacted asmr headcanons pt. 6

-angel definitely has one of those shirts that says ‘angel’ on it

-asher calls baabe sexy on a regular basis

-lasko has a super bad fear of horror films and games (will start crying)

-the pack played fnaf once and all you could hear was screaming from milo, tank, and asher and laughter from angel, sam and sweetheart (david and baabe literally almost fell asleep on each other) 

-lovely makes vincent tea and reads to him when he’s sad (*being pouty) 

-angel used to have an eating disorder (still reverts to old habits sometimes but is recovered) ((when they struggle with eating, david holds their hand and talks them through it))

-freelancer speaks french and makes fun of damien (in french) for being so poor at it all the time ((damien: "bro shut up?" freelancer: "do you know how to say that in french, huh?")) -(damien and freelancer are so siblings coded)

-darlin’ and sam slow dance around the house all the time (in the kitchen when sam’s cooking, in their bedroom right before they go to sleep, after they wake up, in the hallways etc.)

-freelancer is really good at acting like they’re sad when the boys tease them so they (huxley and dear) feel bad ((they just have to pout once and curl into themselves before huxley is hugging them and making the others apologize)) -(they're the youngest in the group so they get teased a lot) 

-sweetheart isn’t particularly known for taking care of themselves and whenever they complain about any health issue they’re having, david is quick to point that out (sweetheart: “my stomach hurts” david: “your stomach hurts because you don’t eat properly at the proper times or-“ sweetheart: “shut the actual fuck up david, I didn’t ask”)

-damien is such a shithead to everyone, even huxley and sometimes he forgets that huxley is shameless when talking back or “returning the energy” to people. damien will poke fun at him and act surprised when huxley starts attacking (tickling) him

-asher has a fear of needles but he got a tattoo in memory of gabe

-sam cried in darlin’s arms for hours after the inversion

-after the inversion, david flat out refused to let asher out of his sight until he was at home safe with his mate (drove him home when they couldn't pick him up, even when asher insisted he could drive himself home)

bonus +

-darlin’ is the only one who calls sam “samuel” 

-I just know kody reeks

-at random moments angel and asher would just be like “i can’t wait to get married” with little smitten smiles on their faces even before they got engaged (it’s too cute for anyone to give them shit for it) 

-asher's big sister was his favorite person for years (she's tied with david for second favourite after baabe) ((david sees her as the sister he never had)) -(think of asher and madelyn as the "i'm a big dog, i do big dog shit" older/younger sibling audio on tiktok)

[thefirstradiant]

DEAN WINCHESTER!

Okay? Did I get y’all’s attention? I heard this song in the car a few day ago and immediately had a million thoughts. I also immediately began crying, thanks. This song cuts deep to Dean’s core (some Sam thrown in there too) and I think you all should give it a listen. If you care to read my line by line thoughts, they’re under the break because it got LONG lmao.

I made a home here in unsteady things

It was hard to think that I could ever leave

For me I see most of this song through Dean’s perspective, but that could also just be because I’m so Dean-coded that it’s also just my perspective. I’m picturing the constant moving around as kids with John and trying to make a home in the hundreds of motels. I’m picturing the Impala, adult Dean’s first real home, and how he brought Sam back into it. I don’t think Dean thought he could ever leave this life and at times he didn’t want to, even if it was unsteady.

So I gave my breath each time she couldn't breathe on her own

This is both of them, but from my Dean perspective of the song and the earliest time we see it in the series, this is Dean trading his soul for Sam. It’s also Dean as a kid giving Sam all his food and treats and energy and his everything so he could breathe just a little easier and contentedly.

I felt her scars and asked her nervously

Who was the thief that stole your certainty?

Demon-blood Sam to me. This is Dean scared of his brother and his powers and realizing that he may be more messed up by their childhood than he thought. This is Dean cursing himself for not doing a good enough job of protecting Sammy so that nothing could ever hurt him. Dean can see all the scars that that addiction left on Sam and it kills him and confuses him at the same time.

She didn't know, she lost it some time long ago

Oh Sammy. This part is just sad. No matter how hard Dean tried as a kid and young adult, Sam was already damaged. He was bound to fall into the demon blood addiction.

I've fought so long, it's what I do

My fists are fine, it's just my soul's a little bruised

Daddy’s blunt instrument. Soldier of Heaven. Ultimate Killer. Need I say more? This is Dean hearing everyone else tell him that fighting is what he does. He comes back every time so he must be fine right? Wrong. Some wounds aren’t visible.

But I'll stay on my feet until I lose

But I never learn to lose

My favorite lines. They give me shivers. This is what we know Dean for. The man who absolutely never gives up. Who would get back on his feet a million times over again for Sam. And then the “learn to lose” part. Throughout the show we see this in Dean. He doesn’t know how to process his loved ones leaving him or dying or their plans failing. He just needs that next “big win”. This is my favorite unfinished (thanks finale) exploration of Dean.

It's hard to know me

At least you tried

It's hard to love in the cold

And it's gotten so cold outside

Ah the chorus. Really punches home how Dean feels. He loves that Sam tried to know him and stay with him, even if he still can’t see that he ever deserved it. The cold gives me such amazing imagery here of desolation, of emptiness. It is HARD to love in the face of such emptiness that we see time and time again during the apocalypse events and times when the brothers get separated. But they’re still trying. They’re shivering in the cold, but trying.

My younger years went by so urgently

And left me grief that I'm still servicing

Quite obviously Dean. Just want to point out I love the word choices of urgently and servicing. I think Dean will always be servicing his trauma from John and his upbringing, but I just so wish we could have seen some conclusion to his attitude of not caring about himself at all. Stupid finale with the “it was always about you, Sam”. Dean deserved to love himself.

If good times change, why do the bad days stick around?

No thoughts just me crying over Dean sitting in the bunker, happy, maybe cooking and smiling with Jack. Sam’s reading the paper and drinking coffee. Sometime in the later seasons when they think they’ve won. And then Dean just feels this crushing weight and wonders why, when everything around him points to being happy, he just can’t feel it.

She said, I'll just keep going to be kind

To that same little girl who wondered why her parents cried

Ah back to Sammy. I could write a lot about Sam watching John abuse Dean as a child, but I won’t because it would go on forever. These lines feel to me like Sam as an adult trying to understand how different his childhood experience was from Dean’s and coming to terms with, yes, Dean may have seemed to have it worse, but that doesn’t mean Sam was unscathed. Sam realizes this and has to change his thoughts toward himself. Also Sam comforting Dean.

Cause she grew up and learned to lie like them

Dean watching Sammy grow up a hunter and fight and kill and all the things he really never wanted for his baby brother that he swore to protect.

I've tried to lie to you

But boy you listen to me with your eyes as well

In the song, this is still from Sam’s perspective and it’s really interesting to me with the closeness and codependency these brothers have. They don’t lie to each other well at all. It’s a forced closeness from their childhood and lifestyle where all they have is each other. This is Sam trying to persuade Dean to let him go his own way etc. Dean doesn’t listen well and sees Sam instead and how much he needs him, both because he wants to help him and because Dean is very codependent as well.

And it's hard to see me

At least you tried

It's hard to love in the cold

And it's gotten so cold outside

Beautiful chorus again. Makes me cry. This time saying “it’s hard to SEE me”. Dean almost never feels seen, even when people try to, because he just can’t accept their love unless he loves himself first.

Farewell my uncle

And farewell his son

I mean, this is the Winchester farewell to all the family that they’ve lost along the journey. The bitter cold outside takes its toll not just on Sam and Dean but everyone around them. Uncle of course makes me sad about Bobby again. And son could be a lot of different people. I read it a lot as Dean’s feelings about his “kids”. Claire, Alex, Jack, Ben… Just a very full circle moment to Dean saying goodbye to his childhood and trying to make a difference in some other kid’s experiences.

Farewell the pieces

Cause they're all I was

This is older Dean looking back on his years of hunting and watching all the pieces and fractures he was at the times. When he felt like he was only half there or had to put aside his grief because the world was ending, like it always was. I like to think Dean is trying to say goodbye to that. He wants to be whole, he wants to be happy but he doesn’t really know how. He never learned how.

Will you stay with me,

As I turn to dust?

Like I said, he never really learned how to “carry on”. In a part of his mind, he would just be turning to dust. Once the world is saved, once Sammy is saved, what then? He reaches out, clutching to whatever he knows, just wanting to not be alone. He finds Sam and Cas and family and thinks, maybe I can just stay like this. I still think he thinks he’s in some limbo, just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

When you tell their story

Tell them I was loved

Cries. Just,, Dean doesn’t even think of himself as the one to tell the story. He just passes himself by. Sam can tell the story. Sam can carry on. Also he doesn’t want to be this tragic story he’s been playing out for years. When he’s gone, just tell a happy story, tell about his favorite foods, his Impala, how much he loved cowboy hats. He doesn’t want to be a heavy burden even when he’s dead. Maybe in a bedtime story, he can be a firefighter in small yeehaw town without depression or a traumatic childhood. And maybe he can just Be.

So now you see me

For the first time

This song is Dean laid bare. His grief, his purpose, his pain, his love, his family, his fear, his determination, his strength, his Sam. He WANTS people to SEE him, but at the same time, he can’t put that heavy burden on anyone. Except he learns a little about how to place it on Sam towards the end. If anyone really Sees Dean, it’s Sam. And it took him a long time to see him “for the first time”.

It's hard to love in the cold

But boy, it's time I tried

And there we have the core of Dean. His love. His love in the face of everything. The fact that he TRIES. And TRIES. And TRIES AGAIN. He may not ever have thought he was good enough, but to so many, he was. He was more than good enough. He was the best. And they all loved him so much. Especially Sam.

*sighs* time to go listen to the song a few more times and cry about how Dean never got the chance to finish his story and his growth. We could have had Dean loving HIMSELF. That’s his ending. His real one.

[blitzwhore]

Okay I have some song recs for the stolitz playlist.

The Simplest Words - The Narcissist Cookbook (feels very Blitz perspective of the self hating)

Howl - The Family Crest (This song feels very horny and top energy. The definition of I'm going to make you fall for me. Side note it also feels super omega verse, lol)

So Alright, Cool, Whatever - The Happy Fits (This is aggressive yearning. Oh my lord I could see it from Stolas or Blitz perspective)

Rises the Moon - Momoru (Lovely male cover of this song. For some reason I imagine it as a sad Blitz cover. Like almost this was a lullaby that Tilla would sing to him.)

Functional Poetry - The Narcissist Cookbook

I think I am going to leave my phone at home tonight- The Narcissist Cookbook (cute Blitz or Stolas perspective)

Casualty - Lawrence (Blitz perspective)

C'mon Baby, Cry - Orville Peck (Good cowboy sounding song about letting people in and having your guard down. When Blitz wants to cosplay as a cowboy)

The Curse of the Blackened Eye - Orville Peck (This is a really good song about depression)

Dirty Imbecile - The Happy Fits (Could see from either perspective)

Self Esteem - AJJ (Blitz perspective)

Goodbye Optimism - Pedals on Our Pirate Ships (Super edgy Blitz)

Self-Loathing - Days N Daze (Blitz)

I'm Not a Good Person - Pat The Bunny (Super edgy Blitz)

Horseface Pirate - Blind Mountain Holler (Title is self explanatory. Song just feels Helluva Boss coded)

Next to You - Jon Vincent III

Moments - Micah Edwards (sleepy)

Notice Me - acoustic - ROLE MODEL

Goodbye - The Altogether (sweet goodbye song 😭. Kinda feels apology tour coded)

Painkiller - Ruel (kind of a vibe and a jam)

I recommend some that I don't think you have yet. I have a huge playlist myself for edgy romances. I hope you enjoy 😊.

So many recs! Thank you! ✨💞

The Simplest Words - oh this one is going right into the Blitz playlist, damn. It's so him it hurts. Love how it sounds, too!!

Howl - oh hey I actually already have this song saved, I think an irl friend recced it. And yet somehow I never stopped to pay attention to the lyrics and realise just how well they fit Stolas holy shit. Especially the first half! Wtf. 🤣 I've added it to the Stolas playlist now! (and, yeah, the second half of the song is so omegaverse coded 😂 I love that shit)

So alright, cool, whatever - love it! The rhythm is a bit too upbeat, but I think the lyrics at the beginning are sad enough to fit in the Stolitz angst playlist, so there it goes!

Rises the moon - love how it sounds! I like your idea of Tilla singing it to Blitz, but while I was listening I couldn't help but imagine a sad and lonely Stolas singing it to himself as a way to self-soothe. I feel like the moon imagery and the poetic language fit his character very well. (and how cute and heartbreaking would it be if the song Tilla sings to Blitz is the same song Stolas sings to himself? 😭) added to the Stolas playlist!!!

Functional poetry - the lyrics fit both of them at different parts, so yeah, this one goes to the Stolitz playlist! I really liked it!

I think I'm going to leave my phone at home tonight - the first half of the song fits Stolas so well, I feel! And I like the second half, I have a very soft spot for spoken poetry in the middle of songs (Nightwish songs my beloved), so I think I'm gonna save it to the Stolas playlist!

Casualty - yup, 100% Blitz lol, added!

C'mon baby, cry - oh hey, I already have an Orville Peck song in the Stolas playlist (recced by @stolitzsings!). Despite the cowboy vibes I feel like the lyrics of this song also fit Stolas better, so his playlist is where this is going ❤️

The curse of the blackened eye - saving this one to my likes because I really enjoyed it but I haven't decided if it fits any of my HB playlists!

Dirty imbecile - I think this one might go in my Blitz playlist! Gotta listen to it a couple of times to see if it sticks :)

Self esteem - the lyrics fit Blitz so well! Pity the song is so short!

Goodbye optimism - super edgy indeed! I don't think this one fits my style but I can see Blitz in it!

Self loathing - same as above

I'm not a good person - damn this is so Blitz 😳 how sad is it that the only lyric that doesn't fit him is "I'm asleep all day in my room" because he doesn't have a room? Anyway, this is going in his playlist!

Horseface pirate - loving the way this sounds! It's going in the Blitz playlist methinks :)

Next to you - I'm saving this one to my personal likes because I'm not sure it fits any of my HB playlists but I really enjoyed it!

Moments - this is so pretty 🥺 I can imagine Stolas singing it about Blitz. I'll add it to the Stolitz angst playlist!

Notice me - might keep this one in the Blitz playlist :3 I have to listen to it a couple of times

Goodbye - 😭😭😭 *adds to stolitz angst playlist*

Painkiller - loving the way this one sounds. I'm gonna save it to my likes for now and maybe it'll make it into a playlist after I've listened to it a few times!

Thanks SO MUCH for these recs, I loved so many of these!!!! 😍

[coeluvr]

Good [whatever time of day it is] Coe!

I just saw Vincent's portrait and I screamed. Then I sent it to my friend that I introduced to coaaf and she screamed... She then said this:

"I mean- Vincent is kinda rude and stuff,,, BUT IF HE LOOKS LIKE THAT Puppy dog eyes looking mf"

In short, we both love him. Thank you for sharing the portrait of him (and the other ROs)

My friend still prefers Helios tho--

Once again, thank you for developing coaaf. The game is wonderfully written and we're looking forward to future updates. (and Soarine's portrait) Please remember to take care of yourself and take breaks. You're very cool and I hope you have a lovely day/night

It is almost 3am here so good night is is!

Hehe I'm glad everyone liked his portrait! He's very good looking, wish he had the charisma to make use of his face. But I guess his 😐 face has its own charms lmao.

Thank you for your kind words! I spent today coding a bit of chapter 3 (for my tier 4 people I didn't forget you dw) and crying because past me is a dumbass. Some things are plain missing while others are just so confusing... 🥲

[gear-project]

On becoming Less Human

This is a story about my experiences with role playing games.

It was 1997, and up to that point I had never played an RPG.

I was barely exposed to the fantasy genre, mostly because all my friends played Fighting Games, which feels ironic considering my interests.

Final Fantasy VII was my very first. Aside from it, I had also been exposed to the first and second Resident Evil (Biohazard) games, and for much of my experience with FF7, I couldn’t help but draw comparisons to both games.

Human experimentation. Bioengineering.

Superhuman beings with inhuman mutations or aspects of them. Bizarre mutant monsters. Humans who became monsters, like Vincent Valentine.

I remember being afraid of the horror that was Jenova, and William Berkin and the G Virus.

As time passed, I became less and less interested in the Horror genre, but in some ways, it followed me in my interests.

Xenomorphs, Yautja, Aliens and Predators, in other words.

Cyborg Ninjas, a Hyperspeed Human in a Breathing Mask.

Even Mortal Kombat 3 was exposing me to these strange things.

Darkstalkers, those who Hunt in the Night. Vampires, Zombies, Demons, and so on.

I think about it now, but in retrospect I might have been a victim of my era, full of action and horror films of the 1980s and 1990s.

But there’s more to what I was exposed to, and only now do I see even more of it.

At first it was simple tasks, like increasing weapon proficiency in a job class, or making sure all my passive abilities and skills were optimized and functioning at all times.

Grinding until all my stats were maxed, making sure my character would never die.

Recently, I tried something daring and experimental:

I had my character drink Poison, just to calculate how much damage they take in comparison to auto healing.

In a game like Bloodstained, if you eat every single food recipe in the game, your base stats increase to such a state that even your MP can regenerate faster than it is spent.

I think… no, I obsess a LOT over games like this now, more than I ever used to.

With games like Dark Souls, Stranger of Paradise, Eldin Ring, or Code Vein, people live and die on their Stamina bar.

A Stamina bar isn’t the same as a Life Bar, but it can be just as fundamentally important. Just like Tension is to actions in Guilty Gear.

But in many of these games, you can still fall, your character can still die.

In fighting games, you can still be defeated.

It’s a rather uncomfortable sensation, losing.

It’s a state many of us would rather never taste ever again.

But some of us are so obsessed with the idea of never losing that we continue to endlessly optimize ourselves.

Maybe in RPGs it was about leveling up my skills and stats to max, but in those scenarios it never felt permanent.

So when I think about the skills and strength I have obtained in this life, I often wonder how far it goes?

I watch anime like Solo Leveling and BOFURI and wonder if Humans have limits, and supposing they do, can those limits be surpassed?

When I played games like Castlevania and Bloodstained and Code Vein, my stats were so high that to anyone else the games might seem… boring.

I have done similar things in other games too, running cheat modes, hex editors, and so on, all to bypass the limits of what the game has to offer.

But, is there such a cheat in real life?

A way to become LESS HUMAN?

I look at how miserable characters like I-No, Raven, and Delilah were… But then I look at someone like Happy Chaos who seems to be having the time of his life!

I think about the strange characters in Death Stranding, in Parasite Eve, in BlazBlue, Melty Blood, Under Night In Birth, Devil May Cry, Castlevania, and so on….

Fiction is such a wondrous place, exploring the unexplored potential of what is and what could be.

But Human Beings, for all we create and all we Strive for and to accomplish… Do we even WANT to be HUMAN?

When I was born… I was born with many struggles and problems unique to me, some of which hardly anyone else could sympathize with or relate to.

If I could trade my limited existence for something altogether better, there are many days that I yearn for it.

But, as with all things, it is a moment in time.

Who I am now isn’t who or what I will be tomorrow, or years from today.

Just as mastery of skill improves you, and exercise develops you, there are things in this world that surpass the notions of whom we are in any given moment.

If I had not lived this limited existence, I wouldn’t be here today writing this, doing this, SHARING this.

I still endear myself to ideas like in BOFURI, of not wanting to die and becoming Immortal, where no obstacles in a game exist.

But, my sentiments for THIS LIFE are such that I do not fear Death as much as I initially thought I would upon introspection.

Rather, I want to break the limits of what we Humans understand Death to be. Yes, it is fearsome, yes it is sad and lonely.

But just as Leaves Fall off Trees, Trees will once more Blossom and Bloom in subsequent months. Trees, of course, don’t live forever either. But something in this Life is Generating LIFE.

What comes next after Death? I sure don’t know, but I am most curious.

Even Gears can die, for as monstrous as their regeneration is.

But standing on the border of what it means to be Human, limited, Mortal… just to understand it all… might not be so bad a thing.

[starlightandetherealshadows]

Good luck and have fun with coding! And please don’t feel rushed to answer this or anything else! I’ve only coded one (1) time in my life for a robot and never again :(

But! The folks must know (if you haven’t answered this yet, I struggle to find things on good ol’ tumblr.com): who’s a big spoon when cuddling? Small spoon? Mayhaps neither or even both?

Have a wondrous evening friend!

Hi lovebug! ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Thank you so much!!! I did robotics in HS but I did like the outreach and public speaking aspect because i did NOTTT wanna touch that code. Look at me now :/

Hehehe I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS QUESTION!

Ayana/Adriel: big spoon!! They love holding their partners. they’re a protector at their heart, so they’ll be the one to sleep closest to the door and make sure you always feel safe and loved in their arms.

Zero: Z actually gets nervous when sharing beds with people because they get bad nightmares and are always thrashing in their sleep. they had night terrors as a kid and as an adult, it seems to have only gotten worse. most likely to wake up crying or screaming :(

They’d like to be a little spoon but they’ll tell their partner(s) that it’s okay if they don’t wanna share a bed with them. “I know I’m a lot”

Cecelia/Chase:

C gets overheated easily, so they don’t mind some cuddling, but sleeping fr? No touchie. Their ideal marriage would be separate beds like hotel style. BUT when they do cuddle, they’re down to be either big or little spoon! Whatever their partner wants.

Veronica/Vincent:

Big spoon, will laugh if you ask to be the big spoon. V is protective like A is, so they like knowing their partner(s) are safe with them and also the possessive side (all sides I fear) likes the mine mine mine feeling. Therapy when?

Xa’eks/Xa’veed:

Down for big or little spoon! Will find it very amusing if you go for big spoon because X is very tall and you’d be backpacking them. But they’d find it really sweet that you wanna hold them. You didn’t ask this but X is also big on carrying MC around when they’re sleepy. So if you fall asleep on the couch, expect to wake up in your bedroom because X gently carried you there.

Thank you soooo much for this question, sunshine!!!!

All my love,

Cheye