#except sometimes if they are sweet in pre match or in game

[surelynotshirley]

Every time my friend switches to Emil/Ada, I use the other one but every time I switch to one of them to match a rando I do terribly. It really is the power of love

[erwinsvow]

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

a/n: hey everyone! hope you enjoy these college headcanons! part two can be found here! warning for nsfw in jean's, and mentions of alcohol/partying throughout!

jean kirstein

jean shows up to college thinking it’s gonna be high school part two, and quickly gets put in his place

his old antics (for both school and girls) won’t fly anymore, so he tries his hardest at both

i personally see jean as not the smartest, most gifted kid (in college!) but definitely one of the hardest workers

this man comes in pre-law and changes to sports management real quick

he definitely plays some kind of club sport, lacrosse or basketball or maybe even both and he is way too into it

like club lacrosse is his life.

he 100% has eyes for cheerleaders, because he loves idea of someone rooting for him, and if you are one, then it’s instantaneous

he notices you at one of his games, giving a shove to conny and asking if he knew who you were

which is met with “what do i look like, a phone book?”

he builds up the courage to ask you out eventually, to which of course you agree, and it’s pretty much a happy ending after that

makes for a lot of sweaty, post-match sex, with him still in his jersey and you in your uniform hiked up

reiner braun

frat bro reiner is a business major with a focus on finance

reiner is the guy who dedicates 100% of his time to school during the weekdays, and the weekends are for the bros

he’s the first in the library, last to leave lecture because he stayed behind to get clarifications, and pretty much aces everything

halloweekend, he decides to drag annie and bertholdt to a party, because they are in desperate need of letting loose

probably dressed up as something mildly douche-y that didn’t require a lot of thought: a foot ball player jersey with eye black improvised by annie

he is a heavy-weight if you’ve ever seen one, probably on his fifth cup of cheap beer and not even slightly buzzed

annie and bertholdt are sloshed, so he keeps one eye on them to make sure they’re alright

you, on the other hand, are serving as designated-driver for the night and sipping on soda

i think any kind of sweet, innocent costume (angel, fairy, woodland creature) would get his attention immediately

he goes over to you to try to make conversation, and finds himself stumbling over his words even though he just swore he wasn’t tipsy yet

but you find it cute, and given how you have seen him before around campus, studying all the damn time, you’re pleasantly surprised to find a sweet, interesting guy making conversation with you at a halloween party

eventually, your friends take off with their hook-ups, and reiner is left behind alone too after making sure everyone had a safe ride home

with no one left besides you two and his passed out friends, you offer him and his roommates a ride back to his dorm

after dropping annie off, you arrive at the dorm and help lug a blacked-out bertholdt to their room

you say goodnight and as you leave, feeling bold, you leave your number on the whiteboard hanging on their door

so that then turns into coffee-and-studying dates, and eventually a relationship before too long

armin arlert

i think we all know what armin is like in college: marine biology major and history minor

this is an effortless genius, so unlike reiner, he doesn’t have to spend all his time studying

i think armin would be the kind of guy who has school and life figured out, and he slowly realizes a healthy relationship is the one thing missing from his life

there’s honestly plenty of people who want to date him, if he had ever cared to return any of their gazes

i honestly see him being oblivious, so when a fellow classmate asks if he wants to study together, he goes “oh, sorry, i wasn’t really planning on studying, but maybe eren wants a study-buddy, i’ll let him know for you!” instead of realizing that was someone flirting

so it’s the same for you

you’re taking the marine sci class as a last resort, everything else was completely filled up, and you just had to get out of that physics class

but all this talk about oceans and sea-creatures is even worse, somehow. to put it short, you’re struggling, and armin is the kid who raises his hand at every question without so much as jotting down a note during lecture

you know mikasa through a friend-of-a-friend type situation, and ask her if armin would be willing to tutor you sometime

doesn’t matter that part of the reason you’re doing so poorly is because you’re staring at the back of his head most of class

armin and you get together to study on a saturday evening, and what began as a recap on the history of the ocean quickly turns into laughing, talking, and then “you wanna go grab something to eat?”

for someone so smart, he’s really dense

he thinks you’re being friendly and doesn’t want to assume you’re thinking this is a ‘date’ even though you’re internally screaming

it takes you leaning in for a kiss after he’s walked you back to your dorm for it to click

needless to say, he wasn’t quite so oblivious after that

eren yeager

eren was determined to get into the same college as armin and mikasa

my man is undecided, and then sociology after he’s forced to pick

not exactly a fuckboy, not exactly a stoner, just somewhere in between

procrastinates doing work and submits every thing a day late, even though he probably would have gotten full marks if it was on time

him and mikasa decide to take a marine bio class with armin, and he ends up falling asleep during lecture

i don’t see him going for a goody-two shoes type that wants to reform him, because he just wouldn’t want to deal with that

it’s not a toxic relationship, but pretty close to one

on again, off again ever since the two of you met in a dingy frat basement, absolutely hammered, and hooked up

this boy does not want to admit that he’s caught feelings, but eventually it comes to that because he is very much the jealous type

catches you engaging in polite conversation with reiner and he is seeing white in seconds

he realizes he has to make you his

marco bott

the most wholesome nursing major with a minor in english because he is a sucker for lit

i don’t think there is any shortage of girls who want to be with marco, just given how sweet and genuine he is

that being said, i feel like the few time he’s wanted to pursue a relationship with someone, they haven’t reciprocated/just saw him as a friend

which isn’t the easiest thing to deal with, but because he’s a mature angel, he doesn’t hold that against anyone

instead, he kind of succumbs to this false idea that people want to be his friend, and not his girlfriend, which he’s a little insecure about

that’s why i think you and marco would have idiot best friends to lovers, featuring everyone around you knowing how head over heels you both are except the two of you

you two meet in a particularly challenging class, and not recognizing anyone, you both turn to the friendliest face in the room to make study-buddies with

over a whole semester of late-night cramming (and talking), scribbling smiley faces on flashcards, and good luck texts before the exam, you realize how much you’re gonna miss constantly hanging out with marco

and on his end, he’s complaining to jean about how after the final, you two won’t have any reason to keep talking

“so ask her out then, you idiot”

“she probably doesn’t think of me like that…”

“are you blind?” jean says, with a roll of his eyes

after the class has ended and you’re both headed back home for winter break, you work up the nerve to text marco one last time

“let me know if you ever need help studying for another class :)”

you have no idea that he’s over the moon, and that finally brings an end to your friendship, and starts your relationship

bertholdt hoover

mister bertholdt is structural design and architecture major

there’s basically six of those total in your entire college, so he definitely gets a bit isolated/lonely sometimes

he basically came to college with reiner & annie, and figured he didn’t really need more friends than that

so when they’re busy, he’s just by himself

annie definitely makes fun of him for not spreading his wings and flying out of the metaphorical nest, but he’s comfortable with how it is

not a huge fan of the party scene, and prefers a quiet night of studying

i feel like you and him would be the last two studying in the library most nights, and sometimes walk out together after the librarian reminds you both the building is closing

so, when reiner and annie drag him to a party one weekend, he’s shocked to see you there too with outgoing friends of your own

he’s used to seeing you in the bright fluorescent lighting of the library, so this dim, hazy room after the shots have already gone to his head is hard to take in

you two eventually end up talking after your friends push you towards him

“funny seeing you here.” “i could say the same to you.”

he already has a crush (you do too, but he doesn’t want to accept that) so the alcohol inhibits his usual caution

a little bit of dancing, a lot of sitting on the pavement outside while looking at the moon, stars, and each other, topped off with a first-kiss starts your relationship

levi ackerman

teaching assistant levi is a staple of your college

almost infamous, really

you count your lucky blessings that he’s still a year or so away from graduating with his ph.d. in molecular biology and that he’s ta’ing this microbiology class

you’ve definitely heard all sorts of rumors, but you really don’t know what’s truth and fiction

he definitely hasn’t slept with a third of his students (right?) but the lingering way he looks at you isn’t helping quell your thoughts

technically speaking, teaching assistants and students are not allowed to date, interact, etc

until the semester in which you are their student is completed, at least

it doesn’t take long after that for you two to constantly run into each other

“how’re your new classes going? any hot ta’s?” he asks, sipping his tea from the bookstore cafe. you choke on your hot chocolate.

all this being said, you’re an upperclassmen about to graduate, possibly start a ph.d. or masters program yourself. i see him teaching upper-level courses exclusively.

it’s not long after that you admit your feelings to each other, since after all, there’s no time to waste

erwin smith

you’re a second year masters program in the history department. your specialization is military history, so of course professor smith is assigned as your thesis advisor.

i mean, he’s only written several textbooks on the subject

on first sight, you can’t believe he’s a professor. because certainly, this is a some cruel twist of fate. he’s closer to your age than some of his colleagues.

you both try to keep it strictly professional

at first least. this gets gradually harder and harder

there’s a certain chemistry there neither of you can deny.

having a mutual interest in the same subjects doesn’t help too much either. suddenly, you guys are spending hours pouring over topics for his next textbook and your thesis.

the conversation continues over chinese food in his office, long after the rest of the building has cleared out for their friday evenings

“well, i won’t keep you any longer. i’m sure you have much better plans on a friday night than talking military policy with me.”

“there is no where else i’d rather be.”

hope you all liked it! :)

[donutloverxo]

NSFW Alphabet

Please do not steal or repost my content. Reblogs are welcome.

Smut and mentions of sex toys ahead.

Masterlist

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Steve is the King of aftercare. Anything you want, you will get. As soon as you are done he’ll hold you for a minute. Staying inside committing the memory in his mind.

Then he’ll get up clean you up. Sometimes, if you’re up for it, he gets turned on by your fucked out pussy and plays with it for a while. But most of the times he cleans you both up before snuggling you whispering sweet nothings, holding your hand, kissing you everywhere and making sure you know just how much he loves you.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part)

Steve is the furthest thing from vain. He doesn’t think about which body part he loves the most on you. He loves all of you. He won’t say no to seeing your curves in a nice dress every now and then though.

He’s fascinated by his biceps. People compliment him on them all the time and he gets why. He loves how small you look in them when he holds you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

Depends on how he’s feeling that day. Sometimes on your ass, sometimes on your titts. But mostly he likes to cum inside you. Especially if you’re walking around with him inside you, it drives him wild.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Steve loves how small you are compared to him. Even if you are a big girl, he will always be stronger than you.

It all ties back to pre serum Steve. Who couldn’t even protect himself now can protect you from most things and take care of you in anyway he can.

E= Experience (How experienced are they?)

Little to none. He’s most likely a virgin. He’s been waiting for the right partner for a long time.

That doesn’t mean he’s bad at it. Far from it. He has a photographic memory and is quite intuitive he becomes a sexpert by like the third time. He’s just one of those people who’s naturally talented at it.

F= Favorite Position

Steve is a sucker for missionary. It’saIt classic for a reason. It let’s him see all of you. He loves how he can pin you down with his weight or hug you close to him by pulling you into him, all the while he’s fucking you into the mattress.

He also likes cowgirl/lotus. Both give him free access to your titts and ass. Also there’s just something about watching you using him to get yourself off.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He’s usually pretty serious. Sex isn’t just a fun activity for him. It’s a way for him to worship you and express his love for you. He wouldn’t mind laughing here and there but he’ll be sure to turn those into moans.

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

He’s perfectly trimmed. Those Captain America suits are very tight, you can’t have a jungle growing down there. He’s a shade darker than his Golden blonde hair.

He doesn’t have a preference for hair on you. But he does expect some hair. So if you’re someone who likes to shave it all off, you have to warn him or the poor thing will be so confused.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

So romantic. Actual sex isn’t even the main event. There’s plenty of leading up to it. Maybe a nice dinner, some scented candles, massages, flirting, showering you with compliments. Hours of amazing foreplay. Lots of eye contact while doing it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t usually jack off. But sometimes he just can’t help himself. Maybe he saw something that reminded him of you or he just got impatient. He’ll do it quickly in the shower where he isn’t likely to get caught.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He occasionally likes being called captain. Especially if you scream it at the top of your lungs or whimper it out in a breathless moan.

Being the captain brings a lot of responsibilities and weight on his shoulders. Not when he’s with you. You don’t expect him to be perfect. He can just let loose and let his wild side take over. It amazes him just how the context of the word changes for him. Besides being your captain is much more rewarding

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

At first he couldn’t even think about doing it anywhere but in your bed. But then doing it in a cramped supply closet or on a quinjet a couple of times bought such a rush of adrenaline. He still prefers your bed where he can take care of you the best.

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

Small touches from you. Let it be just a graze or softly stroking his thighs. He picks up on your teasing quickly. You saying anything mildly sexual will turn him on. Anytime you want it he’s up for it unless he’s really tired. But hey sex is a great way to relieve stress right?

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t have many turn offs. He’ll be willing to try anything at least once for you. But he won’t do anything that seriously hurts you.

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

Steve loves both. Usually he doesn’t like being the centre of attention, except when the attention is coming from you. But if he had to choose one he’d go for giving. The mission to accomplish while having sex is to please you. He’ll make sure you cum at least twice, maybe more.

He spends at least an hour to get you ready for him by then he’s desperate to just be in you.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

It starts out slow and sensual but then gets rough and passionate. When you say things like ‘Fuck me harder' what else is he supposed to do but lose it?

Sometimes he likes to slap your ass just to add to the roughness of the situation.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t care much for them. He’d rather properly make love. He likes quick foreplay. Like that time he pulled you into a bathroom at a party and fingered you before stopping just as you were about to come. You called him an asshole but he took good care of you when you got home.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

He’s a huge risk-taker and usually up for any kind of risks. That’s how he discovered just how much he likes the fear of getting caught.

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

Because of the serum he has a refractory period of like ten seconds. If you’re up for it he can go for hours as many times as you like. There are many days you limp while walking because of him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He loves using toys. Be it to blindfold you or tie you to the bed while you beg him to let you touch him.

He especially loves when you use your toys to make yourself cum and tie him up. All he can do is watch. It’s a sweet torture. He doesn’t last long, you have wasted a lot of money on handcuffs broken by him. Is there a way to get vibranium handcuffs?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing you so much. He realised the longer he teases you the harder your orgasm will be. He’d kiss you everywhere but where you need him to. He’ll take mercy if you absolutely can’t handle it only to tease you some more.

He’s low key very needy. He can dish it out but can’t take it. He gets too impatient if you tease him. That’s part of the fun though.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not very loud. A few grunts and moans here and there but for the most part kind of quiet. Mr ‘language' Rogers curses, takes the Lords name in vain while cumming or when you clench around him. He does like it a lot when you’re loud.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I’ll give you two.

Steve loves cock warming. Maybe he’s working and feeling needy, he’ll just call you and ask you to sit on his lap and warm up his cock. Being inside you is one of his favorite things. Sometimes you’re just watching a movie cuddling, you’ll ask him to slip it in you just to keep it safe and warm. You’re both too tired to actually make love so it’s the next best thing.

Steve loves seeing pastel or white lingerie on you. They can be simple cotton panties but if they’re white or pink they’re so dubiously innocent looking. Because he knows just how dirty you can be. He likes ripping them off of you. He gets really lost in the moment sometimes.

X = X-Ray (Let s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Let’s just say he’s so big he has to have his pants tailored for him. Most likely cut because his Mum was a nurse.

He’s long and thick with some prominent veins. Most of all he’s got a beautiful cock. You have no problem telling him that and although he blushes when you do he likes hearing it.

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

Very high. He thinks about it a lot. He has long intricate fantasies especially when he’s stuck in a boring meeting. Thinking about you just calms him down. No matter how bad his day is going he gets to see you, maybe make love to you at the end of it.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t need as much sleep as a normal person and he has trouble sleeping. Usually he’s up for a long time after you’re sleep. Listening to you breathing, playing with your hair or braiding it before he dozes off.

[ssson-of-sparda]

A Dozen Ice Cream Cones (Dante x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Patty wants to know what happened to the girl who offered Dante his very first strawberry sundae. But to know the rest of the story, she must erase the dozen ice cream cones from Dante's tab. (Part 2 of A Tab To Erase) (Part 1)

Tags: Pre DMC3 Dante / Dante is Tony Redgrave / Flirting / Lost Friends to Lovers / Implied Sexual Content / Explicit Language

Author’s note: You wished for Part 2, there it is ;-) If you want to place this part of the story in the DMC timeline, I'd say that it is shortly before DMC3. Dante is roughly eighteen (and so is Reader) and still goes by the name Tony Redgrave. Again, the Dante who is talking to Patty is definitely post DMC Anime. I decided not to give many details about him so that he could be the one of your choice. Can definitely do a part 3 if you want.

MISSION 2

Dante was about to get fleeced. He could feel it in his guts, which had somehow developed this strange ability to knot tightly in his stomach each time he was about to lose. Probably the result of so many years of bad luck in gambling. And yet, Patty’s eyebrows were weirdly furrowed as she was quietly eyeing all of the cards in her hands. She had to have a straight flush. Dante had no doubt about that. So why wasn’t she playing? “You know, Dante. I was thinking …”       “Not again.” The man grumbled, wondering why she was taking her time. But Patty had learned to ignore Dante’s sudden irritations long ago, knowing they were always brief and harmless.       “You didn’t stay friends, right?” Dante arched an eyebrow and stared at the girl in front of him as she was sitting still, big blue eyes fixed upon his face, patiently waiting for the answer to her unexpected question.   “What are you talking about?” A sigh escaped his mouth. He knew what she was talking about. He just wanted to elude the answer. But the little blonde was not one to easily give up. “With the little girl. The one who made you first strawberry sundae. You didn’t stay friends. Why?”                   “What makes you think that?” Using a question to avoid an answer. Yes, could work.             “Well, if you had a friend making you strawberry sundaes for free, then you would not spend an unreasonable amount of money on them. So, I’m guessing she must not be around anymore.” Patty was perceptive. Dante could give her that quality, for sure. Though right now it was more a bother than anything else. “What happened?”       “She moved on with her life.” was the only thing that he felt like answering as he quietly stood up to take a beer in his fridge, certain that this was just the beginning of another long questioning.               “So you never saw her again after that night in the diner?” Patty asked as she watched Dante slouch back in the couch, taking his cards back in his hand to cover whatever expression Patty was trying to spot on his face.       “Yes, I did saw her again.” He finally confessed, eyes on the dog-eared Queen of Hearts he was grazing with his thumbnail.             “Then tell me!” The girl begged, unable to resist the excitement growing in her body any longer. “ Why would I? Don’t you have any stupid soap opera to watch?”       “ The TV’s broken… AGAIN.” She complained but he couldn’t care less. He had no money to afford buying a new one or fixing this one. Plus, there was nothing worth watching on TV so …“Come on. I’ll erase the dozen ice creams cones from your tab if you do.” Dante looked away from his cards with a sudden tiny smirk as he noticed Patty on the edge of her chair, impatiently waiting for the new part of his story to begin. “Now you speak my language, Patty.”         “ You never do something for free! It’s annoying!”       “Are you kidding me? I do a lot of things for free. That’s why I’m so broke and live in this hellhole.” He waved at the place with open arms before taking a gulp of his beer with a grimace. Yuck, it’s hot! And of course it was. He hadn’t paid the bills yet again.           “So we have a deal, then. Now tell me.”

A DOZEN ICE CREAM CONES

                 It was the nineties – perhaps the most awful period for anyone who had even just a small sense for fashion or music - and as the city of Red Grave was still lovingly dancing on ridiculous love ballads on Friday nights, wearing tight crop tops, colourful scrunchies and platform sneakers, Dante – now named Tony Redgrave - was trying to make his place as a young mercenary in the rough areas of the city, hanging in bars serving some drinks stronger than strawberry sundaes (though he would always order one at some point) and in clubs where women would gladly take their clothes off if asked too, mind a few bucks of course (except for Venus. Venus would always flash her breasts for free for her sweet Tony).

“Not sure I want to know that.” “ Oh yes. Forgot the story must be PG-13, sorry. Anyway …”

He was looking for jobs, something that would help him pay for a proper roof over his head and the fancy long red leather coat he had just bought (five hundred bucks but worth every single dime) and luckily for him he knew the perfect man to find him that.

His name was Enzo Ferino. A short and chubby Italian-American broker, probably the best informant in the neighbourhood, one who could smell high-paying jobs for miles around especially those Dante loved to refuse.

“Where was Morrison?” “Can I tell my story please?”

“Come on Tony! You can’t refuse that job. Not another one. Not again.” He almost threw a fist on the counter before he remembered the last time he did so. Two bullets had whizzed the top of his black curly head and he had had thanked his mama for making him so short. “Haven’t you heard the reward? Don’t you see all the zeros on that check, my friend?” Yes, there were four and enough to pay the bail and few rents of the place he wished to rent to create his own agency. But Dante didn’t want that check nor did he want that job.             “If he wants to recover a stupid necklace, he can call the cops for that … or a bailiff. I don’t go after silly poker players. I have better things to do.” He took a sip of his whiskey, the third of the night, not even looking at the two men sitting next to him and begging him to take that damn job with pleading eyes.               “You have nothing better to do!” Enzo shouted, throwing his hands in the hair like a living Italian cliché. “Please Sir. It’s my girlfriend’s necklace. One she offered me on our anniversary. It’s very precious to her.” The man who wished to hire him declared as he started rummaging in the pocket of his designer coat.               “And you bet on it?” Dante scoffed. “Damn. What a perfect boyfriend you are. But that’s still a no.”

The man pressed a piece of paper next to Dante’s drink. A photo, a polaroid, judging by the quality of the paper, carefully placed face down like a poker card, showing that that man was most probably a pro-gambler or at least was used to card games. Another reason not to help. He would probably lose the damn necklace right after recovering it.         And yet, Dante took the picture in his hand. Though he didn’t really know why he did. Certainly the curiosity to know what kind of chick that prick could have in his life or maybe the will to use the picture to taunt him about his taste in women. He imagined a prude church girl, some daddy’s girl probably as rich as him, not very pretty but fancy, wearing pearl earrings and silk headscarves matching her shiny shoes. The type of girl that swaggers in the street and roll her disdainful eyes when they see men like Dante (though they might secretly wished he would rumple their sheets).  

Patty cleared her throat. “What? Every girl loves some good bad boy once in a while... And how do you even know what that means?”

He couldn’t be more wrong. And he couldn’t be more surprised. He would recognize those big (colour) eyes and that sweet smile among thousands, despite the time apart, despite the years that had turned a fearful little boy into a daredevil mercenary and an adorable little girl into a magnificent young girl. He would recognize them always because they were the first that had made in smile when he thought he would never smile again.                 “Her name is Y/N. She’s the sweetest girl in the world. Innocent. Pure.” Dante cringed at the man’s words, finding them rather repulsive and somewhat perverted. Something in the way they were rolling off his tongue.       “Come on, Tony. You can’t say no to a sweet girl.” Enzo’s sentence was met with a glare that made him shiver but when he saw his partner stand up and empty his glass of whiskey, he somewhat relaxed. “You’re pieces of shit. Both of you.”         “Does that mean you take the job?” Dante didn’t bother answer.

                 But he took the job. Not for Enzo. Especially not for his shitty client. And even less for the cash. For her. Just for her. To finally return the favour after so many years. Because he owed her one. Because she was possibly one of the few humans he’s always respected in his ten years wandering the nighty street of Red Grave. And because she didn’t deserve an asshole like the one she dated to lose something apparently so precious to her in a silly game of cards. An easy job for someone like him but one he despised nevertheless. He hated to deal with humans. They were sometimes worse than demons and you can’t fix problems with them by using a sword.

“Don’t tell me you won the necklace back?” “ I did. Fair and square. Well … almost. I ended up using my sword. Turned out the Mafiosi who had Y/N’s necklace were a bunch of demons who had made a few bars in downtown Red Grave their lairs.”

But once Dante had Y/N’s necklace in the palm of his hand he did something only Dante could do. He refused the reward, refused all the zeros on the check and the chance to finally buy that agency he wanted so badly. “The things you do for beautiful women.” Gunsmith Nell Goldstein had said when she had given him back his guns, all polished and fixed, after he had wrecked them on the job again. “They’re your weakness, Tony. Always leading you around by the nose … or something else.” Perhaps, but he never minded.        

And as he watched Y/N approaching the door to her home out of the corner of his eye, a bunch of books under her arms, looking for her keys in her bag, Dante knew he would not regret his weakness for women or his decision to refuse the money.      

She looked as sweet as he remembered, as delicate as in the picture if not more. And just as her shitty boyfriend had said, she indeed seemed rather innocent and pure. Almost fragile. Nothing like the girls he had met before, especially those he had seen undressed at Love Planet or in one of the magazines he kept in his drawers.       “Goodness grac…” She almost dropped her books as she jumped, surprised and somewhat scared, and put her hand over her heart that had certainly missed quite a beat when she noticed this insanely tall stranger on her doorstep.   But her sudden fear disappeared immediately when she recognized the silvery white hair covering the icy blue eyes of the man before her. “Tony?” She arched an eyebrow and he smiled with the same childish joy she had witnessed on his face years ago. And just like that, she was certain it was him.       “Hello, Y/N” He offered his hand and she briefly stared at it, remembering for a small instant the time she held out her tiny hand to him the same way, the night they met. And so she grabbed it, genuinely happy to see him again and yet curious to know how he had found her and why he was back after so many years.       But when she fell something cold and metallic in his hand she got her answer. “My necklace. How?” “Won it back for you.” He simply answered but that was enough for her to understand what happened. “[Boyfriend] lost it on a poker game, didn’t he?” And even though that didn’t really surprised her as she knew how much he loved gambling despite her telling him not to, it disappointed her anyway. “You shouldn’t date boys who have a streak of bad luck in gambling… Except those like me.” She looked up at Dante’s piercing blue eyes, unsettled by his flirtatious humour, thinking he accidentally let that slip but he definitely did not. Those last words, impulsive and yet somewhat well thought out, had rolled off his tongue with a scandalous smoothness and a self-confidence that had rooted her to the spot, speechless, but in a weirdly pleasant way that made her want to slap herself. “Or especially me. Depends if you like trouble.”     With a smug smirk, he stared at her, deep in her eyes, almost … hungrily? She didn’t really know. All that she knew was that never a man had looked at her that way. Certainly not her boyfriend. And who knew such icy eyes could set fire to her cheeks like that? “But, judging by that place and your guy, you seem to enjoy some well-ordered life.”

Not really. Not at all. Her life was boring, plain and dull. Nothing like in the books she read. Nothing like what she had dreamed of. But exactly what her mother had wished for her.         She was an adorable daughter, a top student finishing up high school, ready to leave Red Grave with her well brought up boyfriend to start a life many would envy but that she cared little about.     She wanted adventure. She wanted excitement. Passion. Frivolity. Freedom. And maybe even some danger. She wanted all that and more.           And as she looked at the self-assured man in front of her, she couldn’t help but believe that he had somehow managed to obtain all that. And she wanted to know how. How did that life feel? How could he live such a life? How could she have the same?         And Dante noticed that small fire, that tamed lonely flame burning deep in her eyes that needed just a drop or two of gasoline to rage and shine brightly. Something he could easily provide if she let him, if that’s what she wanted.

“Take care of yourself, Y/N” He nodded her goodbye and as he shifted to walk away, she opened her lips to say. “Would you like a strawberry sundae?” And she cursed herself for this, so damn loud in her head. You have a boyfriend! A voice repeated on and on, feeling the temptation in her heart and the ideas of what some people would call unfaithfulness seeping in her brain. But as she opened the door to her apartment, ready to finally kick the boredom out of her life for something else, for something more, the voice seemed to fade.           Guess the Devil truly finds work for idle hands to do.

[comfy-whumpee]

Polycule 2

CN: recovering pet whumpee.

Ellis’s Taglist: @lonesome--hunter, @iaminamoodymoodtoday, @wildfaewhump, @ishouldblogmore, @lektricwhump, @that-one-thespian, @raigash, @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @rosesareviolentlyread, @castielamigos-whump-side-blog

Ellis wakes up on the bed between Felicity and Nic. It’s dark outside still; the nights are long right now, and even though Felicity rises early, she’s not usually up before sunrise at the moment. She stays up late to spend time with Nic, after Ellis has become tired and gone to bed.

Bed. It’s soft, so soft he worries about floating away, but he wakes up held. Felicity’s warm arm is draped over his waist, her forehead against his back. Felicity gives good hugs, though she doesn’t like it when he nuzzles. Not like Master.

Nic sleeps on the very edge of the bed, now. Ellis knows it’s because he clings to them otherwise. When he clings to them, they don’t sleep. He’s heard them talking about it.

But they never push him off or send him to the floor. They never even mentioned it. Ever since those awful weeks with the voice, Ellis hasn’t been able to sleep in the dark alone. He reaches for them, to chase away the cold and loneliness of the pitch black in his head.

Felicity is a good enough replacement. Ellis relaxes into her arms, feeling her breath through his thin T-shirt, pooling warm and then damp on his skin.

It’s someone real, who hasn’t left in the night, or in any of the nights before now. She’s something he wouldn’t see at home, where even Master sometimes had to leave him alone.

She’s good.

She’s reliable, careful, and she never pushes him. He doesn’t want to be pushed; he doesn’t want to be a person, like Nic talks about sometimes. If he could just learn some things again, that would be enough. He would be happy like this.

“You awake, pumpkin?”

She picked out a nickname for him that he’s never heard. He thinks that’s nice. He’s surprised that she’s awake, but even more that she’s still holding him.

He nods.

“Let’s get up, so Nic can sleep a little more.”

She lets him go, and cold brushes up his sides, but he rolls off the bed after she does and follows her downstairs. She’s wearing pink flannel pyjamas and she looks really cute in them. They’re not pyjamas like he wears with Master, but he still likes them.

Arriving in the living room, she rubs her arms. “Oh, it’s chilly down here.” She crosses the room and picks up her jumper from last night, taken off when she got too warm sandwiched between himself and Nic. “Here, you must be cold in just your T-shirt, right?”

He nods. He takes the jumper. It’s soft. It had been days before he’d taken off his pyjamas to shower, and weeks before he’d stopped putting them back on again as soon as they were out of the wash. Now, he wears T-shirts and sleep shorts like he used to. They’re not as soft against his skin as Master’s choices, but he endures the heat of the itch. It’s never going to go away.

The wool of the jumper is nearly unbearable. He knows as soon as he puts it on. The fibres scratch against every burn scar. The way it shifts with his movements makes it feel like he’s being burned anew. He doesn’t say a word.

Felicity, of course, can’t see that he’s in pain. She smiles, pleased that he’s not cold. And he’s not, no. He’s burning.

“I’ll make breakfast,” she says. She steps into the kitchen. Ellis stands for a minute, but the feeling on his skin is ever louder without a distraction. He follows her, and kneels in the doorway.

He hears her make a sympathetic, disappointed noise, and assumes she is looking at him.

“Let’s do eggs,” she says, presumably to herself. Nobody bothers talking to Ellis usually. “Four should do it, with enough spare to share with you, if you want some after your toast.”

Talking to him isn’t the same as talking with him. He only nods.

“Fried, scrambled…” Felicity wonders aloud. “Do you know how they like their eggs, pumpkin?”

He knows. Distantly, he knows. “S… Sunny…”

He’s not sure of the next word. Top? Side? Turn?

“Sunny side up it is,” Felicity agrees immediately, not at all bothered by his half-asleep vagueness. “And some toast, do you think?”

Unsure of what to say, whether he’s really being asked, he doesn’t answer. Master talks like this all the time, just keeping him involved without asking him to do anything. Ellis likes it that way. He leans against the doorframe and watches her move, listens to her hum, and it’s safely familiar even while being horribly alien to him.

Footsteps sound on the stairs and he turns his head to see Nic stumbling down, in the midst of a yawn with one hand scrubbing their cheek. “Morning,” they smile at him as they reach the floor. “Sleep okay?”

He nods.

“S’good. Morning ‘Lis.”

“Good morning! Sunny side up, right?”

“Huh? Yeah.”

Felicity turns and gives him a thumbs up, and he smiles at her smile, and wishes she would just pet his hair like Master does.

-

“Go take a nap, boo. We’re gonna play - I dunno what we’re playing.”

Nic blinks, sighs, and nods. Iz pats their back, and they head upstairs with a tired smile Ellis’s way.

He keeps his eyes on the ground, watching them only in his peripheral vision. They’re always so tired, it takes intervention from one of the other two to make them admit it. He knows why, too. They’re trying to hide it from him.

Iz sits down on the sofa, and pats it. He climbs into it, and tucks against her side. “What are we playing, then?” she asks, looking at him from the corner of her eye. “‘Cause I’m in the mood for something shooty.”

Ellis chews his lip, thinking. Hesitantly, he reaches for the computer mouse, and she nods encouragingly. He takes it, and clicks through his library until he finds a game he thinks she’ll like. He double-clicks on it, and it immediately fills the screen with its loading graphics.

“What have I got?”

Iz doesn’t know a thing about video games. She says she played Call of Duty as a teenager, but hasn’t touched one since. But she kept asking about them, asking Ellis for recommendations, and now she comes over most weekends and plays something on his computer, asking him for help pretty much non-stop. She no longer turns the controller to try and move, or looks down at it to check which buttons she’s pressing, but she still doesn’t know what she likes. They’re finding out together.

It’s like the games that Master’s guests used to play, except Ellis picks them, and nobody wins or loses.

Iz looks through the menu screens, eyes studying the screen. She pauses, eyes widening. “Wait, am I playing against people?” There’s a hint of panic in her voice.

Ellis points to an option on the screen, and she selects it. “Training. Right. Thank fuck for that. Wait, so I’m playing with people?”

She cuts a glance his way, and he nods. He smiles encouragingly.

“Okay. Shit, dude, you have a lot of faith in me.” She finds the character select and scroll through the options until she finds a muscular woman with spiky hair and a huge cannon in her arms. She reads through her character’s abilities, tries moving around the pre-match area, and then nods. “Right. Okay. Here goes.”

He snuggles down against her side as she enters the match, ignoring the way the jumper scratches over his skin. She gets lost more than once, but once she finds her way to the action, she turns out to be a pretty good shot. The character she chose happens to be a tank, sturdy and the priority for healing, so she does pretty well.

“Shit!” she exclaims, as she is assassinated at short range. “Oh man, what was that?”

“Ultimate,” Ellis mumbles without thinking. “Strong ability. You’ve got one too.”

“Ohhhh. Okay. Wait, so that’s something to use when I’m in danger?”

“Mm.”

“Got it.”

It’s not like the games with guests he’s done before. No winners or losers, not between himself and Iz. No pain, no mockery. Ellis is the expert, and he teaches her what to do, and her attention stays on her screen and not him.

-

“Did you have an okay day, Ellis?”

He nods against the pillow his head is resting on. His arms are around another pillow, their new attempt to stop him winding around Nic in the night.

They smile. They look less tired now, but still not their usual self. “That’s great. I’m really proud of you for sitting on the sofa today, and sleeping on the bed, too. You’re doing your best, and I see that.”

He is. The rules are different here, but he’s learning them as fast as he can, and trying to follow them. He wants to be good.

“You ready to sleep?”

He nods. He sits up, realising his opportunity: at last, he can go back to being in his pyjamas. He slips his arms into his sleeves, and finally, finally pulls off the jumper. Cool bedroom air washes over his skin, and the burning begins to slowly fade away.

“Oh, hon,” Nic says, and he tries not to flinch, “isn’t that one wool?” They reach out and rub a hand over the material. “Doesn’t that itch against your scars?”

Ellis twitches, looking down at his lap. His hands twist together.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Nic lays a hand over one of his. “Did Felicity hand it to you?”

He nods. Always nodding, useless at talking, a bad pet. Bad company.

“You couldn’t tell her no, huh?”

Nod. Cringe, waiting for the affectionate sigh, the touch and forgiveness for his stupidity.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice earlier. I’ll tell her tomorrow.”

He blinks. Sincere apology. Promise of change. He looks up at them, but they’re not smiling. They’re looking at him seriously, with compassion. “Is that okay?” they ask him softly.

He wants to hug them. He wants to throw himself into their arms and thank them with sweet, tumbling words, and stay there until he falls asleep and dreams of Master.

But he’s been given a pillow. He’s too much trouble. He curls up on his side, the cotton bedding smooth and only a little scratchy on his skin, and he tries to fall asleep.

[x688plsloveme]

C-c... Can I get the companions+ Glory+ Edward Deegan... And what sort of dates they'd take Sole out on?

Me???? Doing an ask????? Also depending on what's used for their significant other is what they would call them gender neutrally.

CAIT: She would undoubtedly be the type to drag her partner to wrestling matches. Like think of a post apocalyptic WWE with more blood. The adrenaline and general excitement would have her and her chridhe positively giddy. Except greasy food and a super intense make out session afterwords. They'd think the screaming would take their breath away but this is whole different kind of breathlessness.

CURIE: Oh she would be just absolutely adorable on dates. She'd want to do them the pre-war way with fancy clothes and fancy food. She'd pick up her trésor and have a bouquet of hubflowers just for them. She'd try to courtesy and kiss their hand but probably ends up tripping and they catch her but they both fall so now the air of gracefulness is gone. That's not too bad though when they're faces are inches away from each other and the shine in their eyes are from love, not just mirth.

DEACON: Prank war!!!! But not at each other, it's towards others. They'd camp out on a roof and wait for someone to walk by then unleash the buckets of water at the ready! Or maybe do the classic shaving cream slap while someone's asleep. The more uptight they are the better so getting Danse or X is the ideal, it's no fun to mess with sweethearts like Curie or Preston. After a full day of laughter they'd go watch the stars on the same starting roof and just talk. About anything and everything. The most prominent memory in his lovey's head is the way he smiled when he kissed their hand surrounded by starlight.

DANSE: He would like to take his baby somewhere quiet where it's just them. No responsibilities or annoyances just them in their little bubble of love where they can just be. He'd make a homemade dinner that would probably be steak since he's the type of guy that can only cook meat correctly but it's the thought that counts. At the end he'd take his baby by the hand and lead them to their bedroom that is now filled with flower petals and they'd cuddle because they're both tired and full from their meal.

EDWARD: Being a ghoul that's been around for awhile let's him in on some beautiful spots in the Commonwealth, so his go to would be to take his angel hiking near dusk and reach the top of the mountain/glorified hill right at sunset. A little hike isn't going to tire out anyone who lives in the wasteland, but he'd still insist to carry their things and even occasionally his angel entirely to show off his strength just a bit to see them blush in embarrassment or out of being indignant. Either way he finds it cute. They'd marvel at the sunset together and cuddle until their limbs get numb.

GLORY: She'd love to try out different weapons with her heart just because they both like the competition. They make a game out of how many cans can they shoot in a row, or "who is brave enough to actually try Tinker Tom's new toy." That one's their favourite. The winner of each gets to dare the other to do something. It's usually just a kiss, but sometimes they have a little fun and dare the other to see how fast they can make Dez angry.

HANCOCK: There is no doubt in my mind that he'd take his sunshine on dates at the club. The deafening music, chems, and nasty dancing would be right up his alley. He'd get a few drinks in them both and maybe some chems then they'd hit the dance floor and have the best time. The energy there is like nowhere else. Something he really enjoys though is watching his sunshine as they dance alone. Seeing them get close to other people while their eyes are still fixed only on him does wonders for his confidence. Plus it gives him a reason to show off if someone gets to handsey while dancing.

MACCREADY: He would take gorge (short for gorgeous, he thinks it's funny) to the arcade. Just a day filled with friendly competition and tricking the other into losing with a kiss or two would be a great stress reliever for the world they live in. They'd dance poorly on the dance dance revolution machine and after awhile they complete to see who can do the worst. He'd try to kiss them seriously a few times but neither can go without laughing because of the popcorn in one's hair, or the fact that they're in the middle of a racing game dang it! Also when they're out on dates, the rest of the gang all helps to take care of duncan and shuan (if gorge is Sole). So the ending to their date nights are always a huge sigh when they see the mess everyone left behind. That's also why they keep a camera by the door, nothing like a little blackmail of someone wearing a bunny onesie to get a few favours.

PIPER: Of course she's the type to take her honeybun to an amusement park. They'd get high off of both adrenaline and sugar. Good thing the nuka world is back in business. Her favourite would be the roller coasters even though they scare her half to death, but that's part of the fun so how could she not. If her honeybun gets scared at anytime she'll immediately let them latch onto her even though she'll be laughing the whole time. She'll find the annoyed pout cute so there's really no winning. She'd make sure to hit the ferris wheel for a kiss at the top before they leave.

PRESTON: Whatever he does for his babe is lined with sweetness and dates are no exception. He'd treat them like the royalty they are in his eyes. They'd go to a petting zoo where they have baby molerats and brahmin as well as puppies and kittens. He finds the animals cute sure, but his babe is even cuter. And when they're surrounded by all the baby animals? Cuteness overload!!! He'd probably tell them little poems about how lovely they are while they walk around just to see them smile just a tad more.

VALENTINE: A gentleman through and through, he'd do what Curie does but classier. He has the experience she doesn't and the charm to carry it out. It's nothing but flattery as soon as he sees them. "Doll I knew you were perfect but dress you up a bit and I can't even look at your radiance or my sensors will melt." Just keeps them in a continuous puddle of goo with how kind he is. He'll kiss their hand, pull out the chair during dinner, order for them, etc. He takes the lead so you can relax. Seeing them enjoy themselves brings him joy so he wants to pull out all the stops for his doll.

X6-88: X isn't the best when it comes to dates but what he does know through all his quiet observation, is what his darling likes. He'd start with making them their favourite snack, then a cuddling session where he plays with their hair until they take a nap. When they wake up he'd have a massage prepared and that just proceeds to relax them more than sleep already has. After all the knots have been thoroughly worked out of them, they'd go on a walk while it gets dark out, hand in hand. When they get hungry, X will tell them to sit while he makes dinner but no one can stop his darling from turning into an octopus when they want attention so he doesn't get a moment away from them. He has no choice but to let them help out a bit but that's just a better way of saying "I'll personally feed you during the process while you sit on the counter looking comfy and cute because I can't say no to you no matter how hard I try."

@katell-clayton hope you like this! It has been years I'm pretty sure so I hope it was worth the wait at least a little bit. 😅

[hottestthingalive]

wedding vows and waffles (promises and proof)

Remy and Remus love each other. 

For them, that means pizza and pranks. It means glitter and video games. It means speeches written on napkins and leaves.

It means Remy and Remus, and oaths to love each other forever. It means Remus and Remy, and breakfast eaten in the sleeping morning sunlight.

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Notes: A short drabble that is essentially a deleted scene from a storm in your eyes (lightning and dark skies). Partially a gift for @snek-snacc, because apparently the Intrusleep is weak in this fandom, but also just something I got randomly inspired for and decided had to be written. Enjoy!

Relationships: Romantic Intrusleep/rem^2, background romantic royaliceit, background pre-romantic analogical, platonic drlamper

Words: 1243

Ao3

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Remy and Remus don’t have a traditional wedding. Not in a Christian or Americanized sense, anyways, because they’re (self-proclaimed) rebels against any authority, and also possibly two of the most chaotic people on the planet. So, instead of a church, they choose a forest in fall, with bright leaves crunching under their feet as they walk up the aisle hand in hand. Instead of a priest, they have Janus Dolos, one of their best friends, who rolls hir eyes when asked to officiate, but agrees to do so anyway. Instead of the normal, stereotyped clothing expected of such a ceremony, Remy wears his favorite leather jacket over his black dress, and Remus has accented his white suit with a dark green sash and stilettos. 

They do, however, have wedding vows, because the two of them, despite their chaos and insistence on rebellion, are utter saps. 

Remus goes first, pulling a pile of leaves marked with ink out of his pocket. Janus raises an eyebrow, holding up hir hand before he can say anything. “Remus Duke,” ze says, already looking exasperated, “are those your notes for the vows?”

“Yes,” Remus grins, and Remy has to bite back a laugh. Their audience is not so restrained, and even some of their wedding attendants chuckle. He meets Virgil’s eyes, from where he stands nearby, and Virgil rolls his eyes and mouths What did you expect?

Well, fair enough. 

“Well, carry on, I suppose,” ze finally sighs, and Remy decides that Janus probably deserves a medal for putting up with them, especially considering the fact that they are barely halfway through the night and ze already looks like ze needs a drink. 

“Rem, I love you,” Remus declares, right off the bat, and god this man makes Remy soft. “I’ve loved you for years, ever since you saw me doing unholy things to my pizza when we were making homemade ones and asked ‘Does it really taste better with chocolate chips and ketchup?’ and decided to test that by putting both on yours. 

“I’ve loved you since you helped me prank my brother, and then never told him we were the ones that put all that glitter in his room. Until now, I guess. Sorry Roman! Except not really, because you rocked that glitter look you had for the rest of the week.”

Remy finally does start laughing when he sees Roman’s face, a mix of amusement and pure rage, and Remus grins at him.

“I’ve loved you since that time I got my period and you insisted on playing video games with me because, and I quote, ‘You can take out your pain and agony on those who really deserve it: teenagers playing online multiplayer games.’

“I don’t think I could ever stop loving you,” says the love of Remy’s life, looking up from his notes and reaching out to hold Remy’s hand with his free one. “Even if I got kidnapped by an alien and taken to another planet and forced to live there for a million years and then got my heart ripped out and chopped in pieces and fed to weird space dogs, it would still belong to you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Remington Michaels, and I love you.”

He tosses the leaves into the air, and both members of the couple smile as they fall around them. Janus turns to Remy, picking Remus’ notes out of hir hair and sighing through hir smile. “Alright, Remy, your turn.”

Remy is so, so glad later that his younger cousin, who had just gotten into photography, manages to get a shot of Janus’ face when he pulls a handful of Starbucks napkins out of his jacket pocket. 

“It’s okay, dear,” he hears Patton mutter, patting Janus on the back sympathetically as Virgil laughs behind his hand. Logan and Roman aren’t much better, and even Emile and Patton have to hide smiles.

“Sorry Janus,” Remy says, though he isn’t, at all. “We appreciate you putting up with us.”

Janus makes a motion with his hand, one that indicates Remy should continue before ze vaults over the podium to strangle him and Remus both. 

Sometimes, Remy wonders how Janus managed to survive college without killing them. 

“I’m pretty sure you all expected us to have our wedding in a Starbucks,” he begins, and notices Virgil and Logan fistbump. “Which, yeah, that’s fair. We probably would have, except I doubt that fine establishment would let someone get married in any location during rush hour, even a customer as loyal as me.

“So I’m marrying you here. Truth is, though, I don’t really care where we get married. I’d marry you in a dumpster if I had to, Ree, and it would still be amazing.”

“Aw, you like me,” he grins, and Remy laughs, squeezing his hand. 

“Yes, I like you. I like you so much, Remus. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re wonderful, and funny, and sweet, and you make every day an adventure. I’m a notorious coffee addict, and still, when it comes to you, I don’t think I could name anything I love more. Not even coffee.”

“Waffles though, Rem,” Remus points out helpfully, and Remy considers that for a moment.

“Okay,” he nods finally, “I don’t think I could name anything I love more, aside from waffles. And Ree, I’d share all of my waffles with you. I’d split the last waffle in existence between us, and be happy about it. Because I love you, you chaotic dumbass.” 

He stuffs the napkins back in his pocket, and Janus clears hir throat. “Alright, then. With the power invested in me by Remy and Remus, and also the marriage certificate they got from the court this morning, I now pronounce you married partners. You may-”

Remus pulls Remy into a kiss before Janus can even finish hir sentence. “More than waffles, huh?” he whispers, grinning, and Remy nods, knowing he’s smiling like a fool and not caring one bit. 

“Of course,” he says. “Love you, Ree.”

“I love you too, Rem.”

Remy and Remus don’t have a traditional wedding. But they do have vows, and the next morning, they make waffles for breakfast. 

And that’s all they need, really, even more than their friends and the marriage certificate that pronounces them bound by law, more than the dress and suit that hang in their closet and the apartment they have together, more than everything else in the world. 

Remy and Remus love each other. 

For them, that means pizza and pranks. It means glitter and video games. It means speeches written on napkins and leaves.

It means Remy and Remus, and oaths to love each other forever. It means Remus and Remy, and breakfast eaten in the sleeping morning sunlight. 

Their love means wedding vows and waffles, promises and proof of their affection. Their love means wedding vows and waffles, expressions of just how much they care for each other. Their love means wedding vows and waffles, shared between them like the most holy of gifts, traditions they keep until they are old and grey. 

And Remy thinks the morning after his wedding, as their kitchen fills with the smell of batter and syrup and his new husband grins at him over his cup of coffee, that despite what he had said in his vows, even waffles don’t match up to his love for Remus Duke. 

[absynthe--minded]

Blessed Hands: A Neo-Quenya Glossary

crossposted to AO3 here.

This is a glossary of all the Quenya words used in Blessed Hands Will Break Me and all stories set in its canon, including both terms from the various lexicons and neo-Quenya developed for the sake of the story. All words are taken from either Eldamo’s Neo-Quenya lists (chapter 8 onward) or Ambar-Eldaron’s Quenya-English dictionary (chapters 1-7). I made the switch because while A-E’s dictionary is a downloadable PDF, Eldamo indicates both the age of the word and common mistranslations.

There will be some expletives/NSFW terms here.

ai - an expression of surprise or shock or annoyance, usually translated “oh”

alatya - grandfather (familiar), a diminutive of alatatar. From a portmanteau of alat+atar, “great”+“father”, not strictly correct but also the sort of thing you see used by children and after a period of linguistic development. Also a homonym for alatya, meaning “to shield or ward off”, which I think is perfect for Nolofinwë and most elvish grandparents except Fëanáro.

amil - mother, diminutive ammë. This word has some controversy; it’s sometimes rendered amillë with emmë as a pet name; I’ve chosen amil due to its use in compounds like amilessë.

amilessë - mother-name, ex. Maitimo, Astaldo, Tyelperinquar

appanyël - literally “you touch me”, used in a similar fashion to touché in English

aran - king

asar/aþar - party, ball

atar - father, diminutive atya

atarháno - uncle, literally “father-brother”. Developed from the use of “sister-son” and “sister-daughter” by Théoden in The Lord of the Rings; as this is translated from Westron, which had some limited elvish influences, it seemed fitting

atarnésa - aunt, literally “father-sister”

ausa - phantom, shade, ghost

cilmessë - self-name, rendered kilmessë in some HoME writings and in the text of the story. This is a name you choose for yourself, as opposed to being given it by someone else

condo - prince, but not in the direct line of succession

cuptalë - deceit, here used to indicate a card game similar to “Bullshit” or “Liar”

elda - elf, used where English would use “person” or “man (meaning ‘member of humanity’), plural eldar

enda - heart

epessë - a name given by a friend or family member who is not a parent, usually used only by them or by a select few, ex. Russandol

erca - a verb stem meaning “to prick”, here used euphemistically to indicate “fuck”. Seen in “á ercat” (fuck that/general “fuck”), “ercamando” (literally “fuck-hell”, used as “fucking hell”), “ercanyë” (fuck me), “ércala” (fucking), etc.

essë - name, used here to mean father-name since we don’t have a direct translation

fëa - spirit, soul

hánoanel - niece, literally “brother-daughter”

hánoyon - nephew, literally “brother-son”, taken from súyon, “nephew/daughter’s son”, PME 87/QL 87

haryon - prince in the direct line of succession

heru - lord, referring to a title or sense of being above someone socially

Herunúmen - a formal title for Manwë, literally “west-lord”

hessanta - “become dead”, “become withered”. Used here as a generic curse.

hröa - body

lárëa - fatty, rich. Used here to mean a savory/main course at a feast

láramasta - a baklava-esque pastry that has thin dough sandwiching layers of nut cream and honey. Literally “flat cake”, translated thusly due to the Latin placenta, which describes a similar dessert that the Romans had. (The word “baklava” has no consistently agreed upon etymology, hence my needing to look for substitutes.) In Valinor it was made with almond cream, in Beleriand it is made with chestnut cream

lissë - sweet. Used here to indicate a dessert course at a feast

maira - precious, sublime

mattarincë - literally “food (diminutive)”, plural mattarinci. Used to mean finger-food/hors d’ouevres at a party.

melindo - lover (masculine)

milt - semen, ejaculate

morco - bear

muk - shit, aka Findekáno’s favorite curse word

nenvalaina - alcohol. Literally “divine water”, translated due to the various human language that render “alcohol” as “water of life”

nér - man (gender), plural néri

nís - woman (gender), plural níssi

nînya - my/mine (listed as ninya on Eldamo)

nómilt - pre-ejaculate, precome. From nó+milt, “before”+“semen” (fun fact! I did not have to translate “semen!” Thanks JRRT!)

núrë - maid, servant girl

onóro - brother (there are multiple Quenya and Sindarin words for siblings; I’ve chosen to use onóro in casual conversation to refer to a biological brother when it’s not a compound word)

óravanyël - fully conjugated verb meaning “(you) forgive (me)”, from órava+nyë+l

querië - a partnered dance in 6/8 time, similar to a European waltz but with more complicated footwork and more room for lifts and dips as flourishes. Seen in Did My Heart Love Til Now, but included here. Literally means “turning/revolving”, after “waltz”

ránelet - dandelion, literally “lion-tooth”. Translated from the French dent de lion, which is where we get the English word.

roquen - knight

“Þauron eryavë míqualyën ve insë...” - a complete phrase, meaning “Þauron only kisses you like himself”, seen in the alternate version of BH’s chapter ten

-t - a plural only used to indicate a matched pair of something, ex. Aldat (the Trees) or Ambarussat (the Fëanorian twins)

távananda - wine fermented from maple syrup, literally “great tree mead”. I wondered what alcohol the Sindar might have in a world with no light and therefore limited agriculture, and came to the conclusion that the most “awake” plants would have to be the trees

tungaquerma - a musical instrument that centers around a set of strings fixed in a cylindrical shape, with one pedal rotating them back and forth and another pedal propelling a bow that plays various notes and chords based on which strings it hits. Contained in a box, except for the top ring with strings attached to it. Produces a sound similar to a hurdy-gurdy, and played by moving the pedals with both feet and using the fingers of both hands to lift strings out of the way of the bow and prevent them from being sounded. Literally “taut/tight/resonant (of strings) spinning wheel”.

úmaia - not-Maia, bad Maia. From ú+maia, or “not/without/bad”+“Maia”. Used to mean Sauron, or any of the Balrogs, or Morgoth’s servant spirits who aren’t orcs or enthralled elves.

vanimelda - beloved

wendë - maiden, maid (meaning young woman)

wilwarin - butterfly

yén - the Valinorean/Noldorin “year”, roughly 144 of our solar years

yonya - my son (diminutive). A portmanteau of yonyo (son) and onya (my child)

[eileyhq]

❛ ✶ ( CINDY KIMBERLY , CISFEMALE , SHE/HER )  —  did you see EILEY RIVERA walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the TWENTY-TWO year old JUNIOR . from what i know , they are studying PRE-MED and are a part of SIGMA EPSILON CHI . they come across as + SACCHARINE but also - HYPERSENSITIVE , which makes since because on their instagram ( @EILEYS ) it says they are a CANCER . when i see them , i think of LAYERED GOLD NECKLACES, ODDLY SPECIFIC SPOTIFY PLAYLISTS, FLOWY SUNDRESSES, SMALL HIDDEN TATTOOS, & STARGAZING ON A SUMMER NIGHT . the most interesting thing i’ve heard about them though , is the fact that [ REDACTED ] , but don’t tell anyone i told you that .

i am soooooooo sorry this is soooo late. it’s always when i join rps that things come up 🥴

hey hi hello!!! i’m ur local Hot Mess™, brenna lol. i’m so excited for this rp and to have eiley in this lil group bc i’ve honestly always seen her as a Sorority Girl™ and i finally have a space to play that out :’~) hit me up for plots on discord!!! i’m sometimes bad at replying (i get distracted easy lol) so if i don’t message back, feel free to send another message! im so sorry i rlly am i mess :~) DISCORD: ʙʀᴇɴɴᴀ#7518

♡ QUICK STATS ♡

NAME: eiley sofía rivera

FACECLAIM: cindy kimberly

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUALITY: heterosexual (unfortunately)

AGE: twenty-two

BIRTHDAY: july 4, 1998

ZODIAC: cancer

♡ BASICS ♡

eiley is originally from weston, ma -- one of the richest towns in massachusetts that’s only twenty-ish minutes east of beaumont university.

her parents are both graduates of beaumont university, both with doctorates in the medical field. that being said, with the combination of their salaries, they’ve got quite the wealth -- and that’s just outside the inherited wealth from each of her parents’ families. that being said, eiley lived quite comfortably.

growing up, eiley cheered competitively and did so throughout most of high school when a rotator cuff injury put her out for her senior season. she did the little cheers on the sidelines of games, but was benched for the competitive season. after her surgery, she just decided to not go back nor pursue collegiate cheer, but to delve into her studies.

she was inspired by both of her parents’ careers that she made it her dream too and pursued that full-speed ahead, even attending the same university that they did after taking a gap year. during her gap year, she gained a lot of popularity on instagram from all of her traveling, thus now gaining the title “instagram model”, but she really doesn’t identify too closely with that. it’s just something she does for fun (with some monetary gain). school & becoming a doctor are ranked higher on her list of priorities than instagram is.

when she got to beaumont, she rushed sigma epsilon chi to be apart of the sisterhood her mother was too apart of. the lifestyle and atmosphere just seemed to feel like home. being a legacy, it was really easy for eiley to be a part of it.

eiley’s first year at beaumont was life-changing. when she started that fall, she had no idea how drastic her life would be as by that thanksgiving break, she would discover she was about 9 weeks pregnant. admittedly, eiley was quite open with her own sexuality and didn't shy away from landing in strangers. if you ask anyone, eiley doesn’t know who the father is and that was a lot for her family to take in. being their only daughter, they had high expectations and pregnancy out of wedlock was not one of them. by the time the baby came that june, they were accepting. she was mostly glad that her sorority sisters helped her through everything and were supportive. that only made her bond with her sisters closer. 

now that her daughter, catalina, is over a year old, they’ve come up with a routine that’s helped everyone out. although eiley would rather be with her baby all the time, she’s pushing through to her doctorate with the help of her family and full-time nanny. about 5 days of the week she sees her baby, whether it be for an hour or for a weekend.

♡ PERSONALITY ♡

she’s such a kind and gentle soul that would genuinely never hurt anyone intentionally. however, once her mind is made up, that’s what she’ll stick to and she’ll try to let you down in the nicest way possible.

DO NOT BE FOOLED BY HER SWEETNESS & KINDNESS!!! if you piss her off enough, she will snap quick and hard while maintaining a calm demeanor (she’ll cry later). her words can be as soft as silk or crack like a whip. don’t cross her.

she’s a very sentimental person. she has a box of things (key chains, post cards, polaroids, etc.) that she likes to keep under her bed and add to whenever something, she feels, memorable happens. her walls are filled of photos of her family, friends, & sorority sisters.

she loves literally every genre of music except classical & heavy metal, BUT even then she’ll sit & listen to it if that’s what you’d like to listen to. currently she’s into more of a 70′s style of soft rock, but she loves listening to pop radio.

she’s no stranger to that good kush™ . she prefers edibles, but is always down for a smoke sesh. anything past weed, she’s not interested in trying.

eiley grew up going to sporting events due to having three sporty brothers, so you’re likely to find her at some of the sporting events if she has the time. although she was a cheerleader and football is expected to be her favorite, you’re most likely to see her at hockey matches or baseball games 

AESTHETIC: gold necklaces, oddly specific spotify playlists, strawberries, white daisies, flowy floral sundresses, vintage polaroid camera, small tattoos, lace bralettes, stacked rings, glitter gel pens, niche mugs as makeup brush holders, fresh peaches, fairy lights, denim jackets with patches, tousled hair, shopping sprees, glass coca-cola bottles, stark white air force ones, vinyl records, succulents, blush pink, oversized hoodies as dresses, big eyeshadow palettes, fluffy slippers, sunny spring days, stilettos, athleisure, rose water, sugar cookies fresh from the oven, big diamond earrings, sunrises, drinking wine from the bottle

♡ WANTED CONNECTIONS ♡

i have i plot page here!!! <333

here u can find a lil page about eiley n all her things (links to a stats page, muse tag, & pinterest board!!

hmu cuties!!! again, super sorry this is so late!!!! & if there’s typos i swear im not illiterate 

[faithfullymckay]

Broadripple: The Retreat, Task One: Character introduction

BASICS

Name: Faith Rose McKay

Age: 18

Grade: Senior

House: Melleray

Cabin Room: Senior Room 2

How long have they been at Broadripple: Four years if you don’t count her six month break

Where are they from originally: Boston, MA

Extra curricular: She’s centre forward on the field hockey team, president of SWAT, is a buddy, Vice Chancellor for Women of Broadripple and a proud member of Sacristan club. She takes all of these roles very seriously.

TRAITS

Positive Personality Traits: Responsible, Organised, Driven, Helpful

Neutral Personality Traits: Athletic, Neat, Honest, Conservative

Negative Personality Traits: Competitive, Judgemental, Naive, Narrow minded

FACTS

Faith is from Boston and is a middle child. Her older sister Hope is a living legend at Broadripple, she graduated a couple of years ago, was a huge sports star and is currently studying pre-law at Villanova. Her younger sister is Trinity, a sophomore and awkwardly trying to fill her bigger sisters’ shoes. Faith loves her sisters, and family in general, a lot. Hope’s her biggest role model, good thing she’s more than happy to fill those big shoes, and she’s constantly trying to make sure her younger sister doesn’t forget the values they were raised on.

If you couldn’t already tell from their daughters’ names, Mr and Mrs McKay are pretty much zealots, and they raised a very good Catholic girl. Faith is pretty much Broadripple’s poster girl so beware if you don’t feel like hearing all about God’s wonderful plan and every traditional value that she’s never thought to question.

Her uncle is a Bishop of Boston, it’s sort of the reason she went to Broadripple in the first place. She’s very proud but also has always felt like she needs to make him understand that recommending her wasn’t a mistake.

No fear there because she’s a model student: good grades, always willing to be involved in school life and tons of BA pride. She observes the rules to a t, no exceptions can be made in her book. Don’t worry, she’s more than willing to hold an intervention or two for those who are struggling more than she is…even if she hasn’t technically been asked to intervene

Your character might be a little shocked to see Faith roaming around campus again because she’s just spent six months in Malawi. As she was a dear friend of Maggie and Izzy, maybe a little more where the latter was concerned, Mr McKay became very anxious when the two seemingly disappeared. The day after her friends’ disappearances, Faith’s place at Broadripple was suspended and she was sent off to Malawi on mission with Hope.

She enjoyed it, she loves helping spread the good word, but she was eager to get back to school - even managed to keep up with her credits so she could slot right back where she was. She’s not thrilled about the whole insect thing, and even she admits the cabins are creepy, but she’s happy to be back.

Watch out for a little blonde girl running around looking like Shrek at house events because Faith isn’t just BA proud, she’s Melleray mad.

The best way to describe Faith is probably control freak. She’s a typical type A personality - she’s got everything arranged in colour coded notebooks with matching binders. She’s a major perfectionist so if she wants something done she does it herself otherwise she’ll just have to correct whoever done it wrong in the first place

She’s passively judgemental, she doesn’t mean to be mean or offend but she has such a small understanding of real world issues that sometimes it happens. If she gets defensive it’s only because she doesn’t understand something and can’t think of a bible verse that vaguely relates.

She’s a textbook people-pleaser so if you ask for help she’s going to find it very hard to say no.

She’s so sweet you’ll get cavities, always good-intentioned even if it doesn’t translate will. Every accidental judgement is said softly with a smile, her hugs are tight and sometimes unexpected because she believes anything can be solved with a good hug no matter who you are.

On the hockey field…well she’s a bit of a monster. You’d never belief it but that girl’s got some aggression. You’re likely to find her at confession after a match because competitiveness isn’t very holy and she definitely needs forgiveness for that wrath.

HEADCANONS

Is a master DIYer. Any life hack you see online? She’s done it.

Big football fan. Specifically the Patriots, used to have a Tom Brady poster that she made her uncle bless before games. She’s not ready to talk about the loss yet.

Scrapbooks everything.

Wears a thin golden chain with a small cross.

Never knocks because she has zero concept of privacy. She’s had very little to hide.

Carries her planner everywhere.

Hates secrets so you have to make it really clear when you don’t want her to blab about something.

Has Love Myself by Hailee Steinfield on her spotify because she hasn’t worked out it’s not about self confidence.

Owns a swear jar.

QUESTIONS ABOUT THE RETREAT

What do they think about The Retreat?

She came back at the wrong time, but Faith is an optimist so if anybody is going to make the best out of a bad situation it’s her. She will admit the cabins are a little creepy but she’s going to do her best to make everybody feel at home. She is pretty sure she saw hell hounds out in these woods once but she’s trying super hard not to think about that.

Do they have any previous experience with camping or other outdoors?

She’s just spent six months in Malawi, most of that being in a tent, but other than that she’s definitely taken a few family trips out to the woods. She’s not the most comfortable, but she’s not totally helpless either.

What does their cabin bunk look like? How will they decorate their space?

A lot of photos stuck to the wall beside her bed: her and Damian, her and the Malawian children she was helping, her and her sisters, an old photo of the god squad. Her bed sheets are pastel pinks, greens, and blues and the bed is always perfectly made. You’ll find a bible tucked between her pillow and the wall and a black hair ribbon tied around the bed post.

Do they believe in the supernatural? To what degree?

Faith is a big believer in the supernatural. Maybe not the ghosts because she believes the afterlife is heaven, hell or purgatory, but she is firm that demons are real and she saw those hell hounds.

Are they easily spooked?

Yes. It comes with the naivety. One ghost story - which she’s going to loudly proclaim they shouldn’t be allow to tell because it’s scaring people! - and she’ll be up for the rest of the night trying to rationalise that it is in fact a tree tapping against the window pane and not Edith Lynch’s victims here to act out their long awaited revenge.

AND FINALLY,

Very accurately, Faith got the lord will protect me from any evil: ghosts? raging animals? monsters? serial killers? they dont have SHIT on our lord jesus christ. Something she’s actually said...the first part, no way is she cussing.

[purplesurveys]

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Have you ever disliked someone just because a friend disliked them? Yessssss. That’s my job as a best friend hahahaha half kidding. No but seriously though, I have. I mean I’d still be objective and tell my friend if their enemy is making sense in some aspects, but at the end of the day I’ll give them the extra support by disliking that person anyway. Which would you rather own: A camera or a video camera. Why? Video camera, because I’ve always wanted to start vlogging and my phone’s camera is already quite decent, so I’m not really needing a camera right now. Have you ever won a lot of money in a slot machine? How much? Nah, I’ve never even played in a casino. I’ve been in one but I was only 18 then, so I couldn’t really do anything except to walk through the casino and stare at all the machines and booths that I couldn’t play at haha. Do you watch sports on TV even though you aren't a sporty person yourself? I will sometimes watch a tennis or MMA match if I catch them on, but that’s about it. I wouldn’t know who to root for either, or know who’s the better player; I just watch for the action. Do you eat / drink at your computer? Yes but I try to avoid it more these days because I hate greasing up my trackpad or leaving bits of food on my keyboard. If I really have to eat at my laptop I’ll put on a show or a video to watch so that I don’t have to actually be using my laptop.

How much do you overeat at special occasions? (Birthdays, Christmas, etc) I don’t think I have the capacity to overeat haha. My room for food is small so when I get full I simply stop eating, or I no longer get up to get a second serving. Generally I try to get a piece of every meal though, no matter how little; I always want to have a taste of everything so that I don’t miss out. The music you listen to: Is it mostly sung by female or male vocalists? I think it’s an equal amount but when it comes to frequency I think I’ve been listening to female vocalists more often – Beyoncé, Paramore, The Japanese House, Banks, etc. My playlists generally have both female and male artists though cause I also listen to Hozier, alt-J, Coldplay, Rhye, Joji, and other male dudes. Do you think it's important to enjoy your job or do you just work for money? As much as possible people should always aim to end up somewhere where they love what they do for a living, but given that I’m quite materialistic but mostly grew up in a household with a mom who was very frugal and often reiterated the joys of a simple life (aka a life I hated lmao), I think I’d have no problem having a job that pays handsomely but wasn’t necessarily viewed as fun. I wanna be able to spoil and reward myself after all the work I do. Do you require glasses / contacts to see properly? If so, which do you use? Yeah, I have glasses. Tell me an embarrassing thing that happened to you recently: I shared a serious-toned Facebook post earlier tonight and Gabie’s dad gave it a like. I’ve mostly forgotten he was my Facebook friend and so I started feeling embarrassed because normally I would shitpost and share stupid memes and if he liked my post, it must mean he sees everything I share jkfhjkfhjkf. When you hear your voice back on a recording, do you think it sounds awful? No. I don’t usually cringe when I hear it; I think it sounds okay. When was the last time you got the hiccups? Aaaaaaaaages ago. I can’t even tell you when. If you had to, which record would you go into Guinness World Records for? I saw a video on Facebook of this woman getting into Guinness for finishing the most jars of mayonnaise in a certain amount of time (I wanna say 5 minutes?) and I was so thrilled to see such a record cause I can honestly see myself breaking it HAHAHAHAHA mayonnaise is <3 The last sweet thing you ate: What was it? A chocolate chip cookie, except we don’t have chocolate chips so my dad had to improvise and chopped up Flat Tops instead. If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? I’d toy with my second name and probably go with Belle or Bella. Do you have a middle name? Do you find it embarrassing? Yeah I think all Filipinos come with a legal second name. I don’t find mine embarrassing it all; it’s a source of great pride since I have a lot of relatives etched in Philippine history with that name. I don’t ever want to lose it and I’ll probably continue to keep it even after I’m married. What would you choose to be famous for? It’d be nice to be known for a blog. If I had the time, resources, and tbh the connections it would be amazing to write about anything under the sun for an audience. What is your current occupation? Do you enjoy it? I don’t have any at the moment, but I’m about to start looking for one. Do / Did you enjoy school? Why (not)? There are some parts I enjoy/ed (the friends I made for high school, the overwhelming independence I gained in college) and some parts I hate/d (some classes I was forced to take in high school, my inability to adjust during my first year of college). I don’t regret either periods though, and I can never say I completely hated them. If you have a webcam, are you ever paranoid people can see you? Yes hahaha. I never got around to buying a webcam protector either. Do you find it difficult to sleep at night? Any reason(s) why? Only when there’s something unresolved, like a deadline that’s bugging me or if Gab and I have been arguing. Otherwise I’m knocked out in like 10 minutes. If you had to go on a game show, which would you choose? Family Feud or Jeopardy. What about if you had to go on a reality show? Which would you choose then? QUEER EYE. Talk about wholesome. Tell me about your favourite TV show: Blue meth, New Mexico, lots of chemistry, objectively one of the greatest pieces of television ever. Have you ever wished you were born the opposite gender? Why? I probably wished this a few times when I was a pre-teen and liking girly things was still seen as lame. How the hell did we not question mindsets like that before, damn. If you had dental braces, which colour would you make them? I did have braces and I always picked a different color for every trip to the dentist, so it’s very possible I had tried out the entire rainbow. Does any part of your body hurt right now? Where and why? My back hurts rn, understandably, because my posture is shitty. Why were you last irritated? Slow internet. What time did you get up this morning? I think that was already 11 in the morning. The last city you were in: Where was it and do you like it there? Other than my own it was in Pasig. It’s okay but I definitely prefer other cities. It’s a little too crowded and congested for me and also too expensive to stay at, eugh. If I had the choice I’d rather hang in Makati or QC. Do you like the countryside? They’re nice spots for a short vacation, but I wouldn’t want to live there. I’ve grown used to the hustle and bustle of cities. If you see someone yawn, do you often yawn as well? Sure. Recommend me a good movie: Good Will Hunting, Requiem for a Dream (but sad), Roman Holiday, Gone with the Wind, 2001: A Space Odyssey. Do you think you'd make a good model? Would you ever want to be one? I don’t work out or do anything to maintain a certain figure so I don’t have the the ideal body for modeling; if anything the only factor I have going for me is the fact that I’m quite skinny. I did want to be a model when I was a teenager though; that was around the time VS Angels were extremely popular, so I’m not surprised I used to want to be like them. How often do you change your hairstyle? What does it look like now? I only change it up once a year. Right now I have a bit of a bob with bangs. Truth or Dare? Truth. I never have a problem saying the truth lmao. Do you have a favourite day of the week? Which is it? This semester it was Tuesday, because it had my lightest schedule. Nowadays every week is just a blur to me and I stopped having a favorite day.

[cinemamablog]

Lana Del Rey Goes to the Movies

I use roughly 1/16th of my iPhone’s storage space to hold my collection of Lana Del Rey’s music, including her (misspelled) self-titled album Lana Del Ray AKA Lizzy Grant and over a hundred of her leaked, unreleased tracks. (If you have an MP3 of “Yosemite” or “Life is Beautiful”... Hit me up, please.) My husband teases me because I have a LanaBoards account so I can read - and occasionally participate in - the pre-release gossip months, sometimes years, before the next Lana album drops.

Just like I make no secret of my Lana Del Rey obsession, Ms. Lizzy Grant pulls no punches when it comes to her idolatry of the silver screen and Hollywood lore. With songs aptly titled “Hollywood,” “Hollywood’s Dead,” and “Super Movie,” she wears her movie loving heart on her sleeve. Lana makes references to movies, iconic (usually dead) actors, and David Lynch throughout her discography. She has also contributed to countless recent movies, providing sultry vocals while matching the vibe of the films, like on the soundtracks for The Great Gatsby, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, and Big Eyes. In fact, Mary Ramos, Quentin Tarantino’s music supervisor, revealed last summer that Lana submitted music for Tarantino’s latest film, Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood. She also reportedly recorded a song for the James Bond franchise at one point. A casual fan of motion pictures, Lana is not. To which I say: girl, same.

Lana frequently references to Marilyn Monroe in her music, always in a very blatant (some might say distasteful) manner. “If I call you on the telephone, I might overdose, ‘cause I’m strong but I’m lonely, like Marilyn Monroe,” she mews in an otherwise sweet love song named after the actress. She also references suicide and Monroe in her single “Body Electric”: “Elvis is my daddy, Marilyn’s my mother,” she sings in the first verse. By the second verse, she sings “Diamonds are my bestest friend [Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, anyone?]. Heaven is my baby, suicide’s her father, opulence is the end.” On a less morbid note, she also pays homage to Monroe in the intro of her National Anthem music video. In the black and white clip, Lana sings “Happy Birthday, Mr. President” a la Marilyn Monroe, except instead of JFK on the receiving end, she serenades rapper A$AP Rocky. 

The reason for Lana’s attraction to Marilyn’s mythos seems obvious to me. They both created their persona by studying the stars that came before them: Marilyn by emulating Jean Harlow, Lana by paying her respects to Marilyn, Sharon Tate, and other young movie stars known for the tragedies that marked their lives. The cycle continues into the 21st century.

Lana has a few other movies and film people that reappear throughout her song catalogue: David Lynch, Scarface, and Easy Rider. I find this appropriate, as all three present the viewer with stylized visions of how the American Dream can go wrong. Lynch explores the nightmarish underbelly of the suburban lifestyle, Scarface follows Al Pacino’s immigrant character up a violent ladder of success, and Easy Rider glorifies living on one’s own terms, a freedom for which the main characters pay dearly.

Lana covered the titular song of David Lynch’s film Blue Velvet on her first studio EP, Paradise. At first, I thought that maybe she just likes the song, but then, on her second studio album, Ultraviolence, she gave an undeniable nod to Lynch that marked her for a fan. In the song “Sad Girl,” she sings: “He’s got the fire and he walks with it,” a blatant reference to the phrase “fire walk with me” from Lynch’s project Twin Peaks. Both Blue Velvet and Twin Peaks focus on the sexual, drug-fueled violence lurking just under the surface of an otherwise idyllic community, much like Lana’s storytelling through song.

“Scarface, sacrifice, sold my soul to make it nice. It was worth it, paid the price, life is death when blow is life,” Lana sings on an unreleased track called, you guessed it, “Scarface.” The lyrics of the song follow the same themes as the movie, describing a life characterized by mob violence and stoned patriotism. Lana also references the De Palma remake in another unreleased song, “Never Let Me Go”: “Like they say in Scarface, kid, you can push your drugs and I can make it big.” I’m pretty sure they don’t say that in Scarface, but still, the sentiment remains the same: the road to the American Dream (and doom) can be paved with drugs, money, and luck.

“Is the sun in your eyes, easy rider?” Lana asks in the unreleased “Angels Forever, Forever Angels.” She sings in the bridge, “Paradise is a hell-colored flame sky. Is it nice to feel free and wild?” throwing out a subtle, decades-old reference to the theme song of Dennis Hopper’s 1969 counterculture hit Easy Rider, “Born to be Wild.” On her third studio album, Honeymoon, Lana recycles the reference on the track “Freak”: “Sun reflecting in your eyes, like an easy rider.” Like Blue Velvet and Scarface, Easy Rider shows the American Dream onscreen as a drug-induced fantasy that can’t end well, but the ride is worth it.

Occasionally, Lana sings about the real dark side of Hollywood, where the bad decisions and late nights aren’t a fun game or even a choice anymore, but rather the price of artistic success, demanded of her by men with sinister intentions. In Lana Del Ray AKA Lizzy Grant’s “Put Me in a Movie,” Lana teases a powerful man in the movie industry: “Come on, I know you like little girls... Put me in a movie.” Some of Lana’s other lyrics came under fire in the media shortly after the accusations against Harvey Weinstein publicly surfaced. Lana sings the lyrics in question during the bridge for the already-controversial song “Cola”: “Harvey’s in the sky with diamonds and he’s making me crazy.” She’s since claimed in interviews that she won’t sing “Cola” anymore due to the backlash, but I think the song has made its point: Lana’s always known that men like Harvey have the money and power (“diamonds”) to drive desperate people crazy.

In her penultimate album, Lust for Life, Lana doesn’t let up on the Hollywood imagery. In the album’s teaser trailer, Lana lives inside of the Hollywood sign, stirring a witchy potion and pondering the fate of the world from above the LA lights. She climbs that same Hollywood sign with the Weeknd in the music video for the titular song, “Lust for Life.” While the album begins on this upbeat note, by the third song, “13 Beaches,” we return to a familiar sense of isolation and sadness. An audio clip from the cult classic movie Carnival of Souls plays over string instrumentation: “I don’t belong in the world. That’s what it is. Something separates me from other people. Everywhere I turn, there’s something blocking my escape.” (This monologue is only available in the deleted scenes of the recent Criterion Blu-ray release and in unrestored YouTube videos. Lana knows her independent horror movies.) This cinematic depression haunts the rest of the album, with lyrics like “Cherry”’s “My celluloid scenes are torn at the seams, and I fall to pieces” and the disturbing Charles Manson references in my all-time favorite LDR song, “Heroin”: “Manson’s in the air and all my friends have come ‘cause they still feel him here… Something ‘bout the sun has made these kids get scary. Oh, writing in blood on the walls and shit…” Even when Lana tries to shift her audience’s focus to her lust for life, she can’t help but revert to her old melancholic ways. But as she sings in the final bridge of “Heroin”: “I hope that I come back one day to tell you that I really changed.”

“You move to California, but it’s just a state of mind,” Lana sings on her latest album, Norman Fucking Rockwell, and the rest of the album echoes that sentiment. Her disenchantment with the City of Angels has been a running thread through her discography and yet she returns to it over and over, in songs like “Bartender” and “California.” On Honeymoon, she sang “I will never sing again. With just one wave, it goes away.” On Lust for Life, she sang “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sick of it.” Now on NFR, she sings “I guess that I’m burnt out after all.” But after three albums of threatening to leave it all behind, I don’t think Lana Del Rey will ever really be done with Hollywood. In the words of the last song on NFR: Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like Lana to have… but she has it. 

[ryouverua]

Korekiyo Shinguuji FTE - (Kaede #1)

You’re walking in the school

There’s no one around and your monopad is dead

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot him

cue orchestra

This is a terrible idea

..... oh, that’s actually coming off as really sweet.

God I wish I could scrub my brain of that. I’m really enjoying all of these ‘soft science kids hanging together and talking about where their talents overlap’ FTEs.

:’)

Would this be up his alley? I feel like he’d be down for this and can’t think of anyone else who would like it as much? Well, I suppose I can think of someone who would outright hate it -

actually then again the opportunity to make innuendos related to and mocking truth might be worth it for Kokichi

hmm

.... Or I could go for the easy one.

Normally I would consider this a compliment for Kaede but as it is this is probably VERY not good

anything that distracts you from murder, yes

!!! Are we getting a totally anthropological-based FTE? I’m so totally down for this! It’s been a long time, but he was actually the first character I finished with Shuichi during the main game because I kind of fell in love with their discussions. I’m down to revisit pre-reveal Korekiyo! please give me back that blissful time when I only knew about pre-reveal Korekiyo -

weeps because I miss Professor Shinguuji

That would have been my answer, too.

Oh, yeah, I get it.

Korekiyo in general seems to focus his studies on oral histories and traditions in general, which makes sense given his backstory. Putting aside that his sister basically instilled his love of folklore (and let’s uh... not go into that farther), most of what she taught him seems to have not been written down or recorded in any way. His own daily life - his traditions, his makeup, his clothing - was passed down from ‘a human who no longer exists in the physical world’. So of course it makes sense that he, in turn, would be fascinated by and incredibly involved in keeping alive the memories of generations’ past to the point of obsession through rigorous research and study.

grumble grumble damn you Chapter 3 reveal grumble grumble

I think I’ve heard of this one, actually! It’s a kid’s song, with a similar vibe as Ring around the Rosie in that it has an eerie undertone tied to what it originally was about way back when?

See, it’s tidbits of knowledge like this that lured me into loving you so much. Damn you Korekiyo -

It’s interesting to note that the idea of there being multiple interpretations of what the truth could be is something popping up here. Thematically relevant, even ~

“No one knows for sure what the truth is, but the idea that there is a certain truth is in itself intriguing enough to chase after it”, huh? Cheers bro, I’ll drink to that -

Normally I’d agree with you here because it could hint at you having an appearance that doesn’t match what you’re actually right, but Kaede actually did have you pegged correctly the entire time so..........

And the last one!

Soft science nerds need more time to hang out, damn it! If only the implications of what would happen if you grew fond of Kaede weren’t so terrible...

Aaaaand we’ve reached the shared path again.

Except I can because for Korekiyo especially, his childhood and influences on him made such a huge impact on how he turned out and all of his motivations here, and man I don’t want to get into my thoughts on Her too much because it’s not really relevant but again, what he studies in anthropology really say a lot about him...

Hint hint nudge nudge you should look past the surface level text of my dialogue or you’re going to be blindsided when that happens hint hint hint hint

... but also like mentioned before sometimes a rose really just is a rose and a creep seems creepy because they are

So, you know. Guess we can have it both ways.

I’m  not salty about how things turned out I’m not salty about how things turned out I’m not salty about how things turned out I’m not salty about how things turned out -

[hypexion]

Descent of Dragons: Cataclysmic Reveals

Here’s all the non-Galakrond stuff revealed so far. Mostly dragon stuff, but there’s some other things to look at too.

Draconic Lackey is the seventh and final Lackey. This seems much more like a one mana card than other Lackeys, so it’s introduction might weaken Lackey based decks. Now that the Class Discover Bonus is gone, this is probably a lot weaker than it would have been if it could offer class dragons more of the time.

Evasive Drakonid is a big Taunt minion, that can’t be removed by spells. Although this probably isn’t a card you’ll want to put in your deck, I think it will be surprisingly strong when randomly generated. You generally want to use spells to destroy minions with this kind of statline, but that’s not an option, so you’ll need to trade, and Evasive Drakonid’s seven attack means you could be losing several minions.

Twin Tyrant is one of those big chunky curve-topper cards. Like a lot of commons, this looks like a another Discover bait card. It’s situationally good, but outside of those situations, it’s not going to make the right impact. This is a card that would benefit from being able to pick a target, but sadly, such a thing is clearly impossible.

To me, Emerald Explorer looks a little pushed. It’s got the full stats for a six-cost Taunt, and it also Discovers a card. That would usually cause it drop at least a few points. Maybe now that class cards don’t appear at a higher rate, Team Five are pricing Discover lower. If you’re looking for a curve filler in Dragon Druid, I guess this might work, since it protects stuff, and generates additional resources.

Dwarven Sharpshooter is basically just Steamweedle Sniper. This could actually be a decent turn one play, since it allows you to threaten most one cost minions, and many two cost minions with instant removal. Whether that’s something Hunter wants to do is another question, but the execution here probably works.

Corrosive Breath is okay, I suppose. Without seeing the full Dragon loadout, it’s hard to know if this is something worth running. The bonus effect is certainly something Hunter wants, but the real question will be if Hunter wants Dragons.

Primordial Explorer is an Emporer Cobra that also gets you a card. While the base card doesn’t see play, the extra card generation might push this up in terms of playability, and if you were building a Dragon Hunter deck, there aren’t that many three cost Dragons to chose from.

Learn Draconic is the first of the Sidequests, and it looks a tad unimpressive. Sure, it’s probably not too bad if you get it randomly, but I don’t think it’s worth adding to your deck. While a free 6/6 minion isn’t too shabby, I’m not sure if spending the one mana to start the sidequest will be worth it. Of course, Mage does have ways to play this for free, so this might not be to hampered by that problem.

Compared to the other two explorers, Azure Explorer... is bad. The problem here is that the base minion isn’t worth the cost, and the Discovery effect isn’t enough to make up for it. While Mage does have some powerful Dragons already, sacrificing early game tempo for late game value often doesn’t work out.

Sand Breath is the first of the Breath spells, which gain a bonus if you have a Dragon. Could Dragon Paladin finally become a thing!? Maybe. Sand Breath actually looks okay, since if you get the Divine Shield, you’ll be able to make better trades that usual, and the extra stat boost might let some minions punch above their weight class. This certainly isn’t going to be a game winning spell, but it could help you along the way.

Candle Breath is a badly designed card. If Dragon Rogue is a thing, it’s an obvious auto-include, because drawing three cards for three mana is absurdly good. Otherwise, three cards for six mana probably isn’t worth it. Sure, synergy is nice, but this is pushing it way, way to much.

Breath of Dreams is a pre-nerf Wild Growth that cycles. So not only is an overpowered card returning, it’s main weakness is being removed! Really amazing design work here, given that that answer to “Should I run this card“ and “Am I playing Dragon Druid“ are the same. In the Dragon-themed set, it’s likely that there will be another Dragons to have this always be on. Playable? Yes. Desirable? No.

Inspire is back! For some reason! Although, Phase Stalker doesn’t look to bad, honestly. Pulling a Secret whenever you use your Hero Power is pretty nice, and you aren’t losing any minion strength here. This could end up being a rather annoying minion, especially in the midgame, where it can be dropped and immediately activated.

Phase Stalker isn’t good for Zombeasts, but not everything can (or should) be a winner in all places. A lot of the time you’ll just be getting extra stats, while losing out on an actual effect.

Dragon’s Hoard is another random Legendary minion generator, because these effects are an easy way to fill out a set. Other than being a cheap activator for cards that care about off-class cards, this isn’t that great. The quality of Legendary minions, even class ones, is all over the place, making this wildly inconsistent.

Lightning Breath takes a fair card, then staples on an absurd bonus effect, making it slightly more well designed that certain other cards. This is very good if you’re running Dragons, since it can take a large bite out of your opponent’s board. I feel like at least one Dragon deck is going to happen, and it won’t be making people that happy.

Molten Breath is the bad card of the cycle. Warrior has piles of removal and Armor gain already, and you need to be running Dragons to get the Armor here. I’d give it a miss, unless you somehow misplace your powerful Rush minions.

Toxic Reinforcements is a Hunter Epic, so does anything else need to be said? This is obviously designed for aggressive decks, since it rewards using your Hero Power, and gives face damaging minions. Except it takes three turns to get your Gnomes, which for an Aggro deck is incredibly slow. Overall, this card has a bunch of parts that don’t really come together to form a coherent whole.

Sathrovarr looks like one of those win more Legendary minions. While getting extra copies of minions is always a useful effect, it’s hard to pull off when it’s on a nine mana card. I guess you can use Sathrovarr on a one mana minion for a guarenteed copy, but I doubt that will be worth it. If this does see play, it will probably be in slow, grinding decks that can stick something worth copying and will benefit from delaying fatigue.

Ysera Unleashed is the first of the Legendary Dragons for this set. While this effect is certainly splashy, it seems questionable as to how effective it will be. Not only is it a delayed effect, but that fact that you’re summoning random Dragons means that sometimes you’ll end up with subpar minions. Feeling like there’s something else to say here, but there really isn’t!

Dragonbane is another Legendary minion that’s just a random object with an orange gem added. It feels like the best time to play and activate this is when your opponent’s board is clear, in order to get that sweet seven damage for two mana. Otherwise, Dragonbane is basically a slightly smaller Ragnaros. That’s not bad, I guess, but it’s also not that exciting.

Malygos, Aspect of Magic continues the proud Hearthstone tradition wherein reading the card does not explain the card. You can get a bigger Fireball or Flamestrike, plus some other options. Since Malygos runs on a small, specific Discover pool, he could actually be quite strong, since if you want a specific spell, you have decent chance of getting it.

Nozdormu the Timeless is an four mana 8/8, with a crazy downside to match. But also an upside, if you can survive. The primary issue here is that your opponent gets first use of their full mana bar, so you’ll need to be prepared for that. It’s worth wondering if Nozdormu will end up seeing more play simple as high-value lategame minion, since his main effect might be too hard to work with.

Waxadred is another long game minion for Rogue, because ???. Notably, this waxy drake is slightly overstatted, and is configured aggressively. To be fair, in a deck that wants Dragons, Waxadred isn’t the worst option. Something that occationally comes back is useful, and Rogue is getting a very pushed draw option in this set. The wording here also suggests that you can activate Waxadred’s Deathrattle to get extra Candles, and thus extra Dragons. Unexciting, but possible playable.

You can’t have a Dragon Apocalypse set without Deathwing. This iteration murders everything, which I guess is appropriate for a Warrior card. Very few minions can survive twelve damage, so this can deal with a lot of stuff. If you can play this on an empty board, it’s also pretty good, given that it’s an eight mana 12/12. Which is also an issue with evolve effects - this is a massive highroll, and makes such effects even more swingy that they already are. The power level is getting pushed pretty hard here, and it could be possible that it damages the game further.

So... many... cards...

At least it’ll be a while until the next batch are shown. Weird spoiler timing is finally good for somethign.

[acequeenking]

winters nigh and summers o’er 1/? (M)

A collection of short stories centered on Hades and Persephone's relationship; some pre-canon, some during, some post. Updated weekly.

New: Hades gestured for her whiskey, topped up his glass, then put the bottle down under the table, which was his subtle way of tellin’ Persephone she’d had enough; she reached under the table and took a long swig straight from it, lookin’ at him the whole time.

Persephone liked to drink for a lot of reasons.

One, it tended to taste good; a little bit of poison from the fruit of her vines made her feel...electric. Fluid. It made her feel, just a little bit, free. Made her feel like she could harness the lightning that ran through her bloodlines and along Hades’ wires. It made her move easier, dance faster; made her smile with abandon and ease up all those long winter nights. Like her, it was poisonous; like her, it was healing. It was a dichotomy in a bottle, just like her, except for the in the bottle part. Though she thought, sometimes, Hades would keep her in a bottle if he could.

He looked at her from across the table, the whiskey bottle in his hands. He poured himself a rare second drink, tilted it toward her. She nodded. Hades didn’t mind a drink but he never quite drank enough to really get it as a hobby; he liked it as an appetizer, a one and done shot of whiskey or firewater or whatever he was sipping. He’d take quality over quantity; a private drink over a social one. He liked to drink as a sort of…muscle relaxant, she supposed, for it certainly never loosened his tongue, no matter how much she wanted it to.

Not like her, no; she was a real chatterbox once she’d gotten a drink or twenty in her, and to his admittedly limited credit, he never seemed to mind. He clinked the bottle of whiskey against her cup, poured her a bit more as they sat on their balcony, watchin’ the world above, the world below. Things changed at a glacial pace, they played games; Persephone drank. He poured her another round, smaller still; he had not yet finished his previous. She snapped back hers, then took his half-finished drink, downed it in one go, too. Spring was coming, and the resentment was building back into the permafrost on his skin and she hated it, hated it. She took the bottle, poured herself a shot and then another shot in his glass. She drank hers, and, a second later, drank his.

“Your turn,” he said, soft; he read the newspaper as she looked at her last domino piece.  Used to be he’d look at her when she was making her play, and she told him so. His lips quirked into something that might have been a smile, once.

“You told me it made you nervous,” he said, putting the paper down with a dedicated snap and flourish; that was Hades, wasn’t it? Snap and flourish. Clean and professional. Touch ya like he’s your everything, then backs up after lovin’ you into a grave like he wasn’t anything to you at all. Too brief, too cold. Too cold a man and yet eternally her lover. She longed for his touch; would she melt his frost if she reached out and tried? Or would he just freeze to her, his skin permanently affixed to her own? He wouldn’t mind it, she thought, them livin' like that, and she wasn’t sure if she would. He was impossible to love and impossible not to; the thought of his lips on hers made her feel warmer than the whiskey’s burn.

She stared at him, well aware her vision was a bit blurry; even for a goddess, she’d drank pretty hard today, not that it could kill her. She moved her piece without looking, snarling at him. “Take that,” she slurred, and he chuckled. She poured herself a double. He gestured for the bottle, topped up his, then put her whiskey down under the table, which was his subtle way of tellin’ her she’d had enough; she reached under the table and took a long swig straight from it, lookin’ at him the whole time.

He didn’t break the look, but he didn’t say anything either. Typical Hades; sometimes she wondered if he said more than six words while she was gone up top. She licked her lips and debated throwing herself across the table, but such was a better move to be played on her own turn and she was out of hands this round.  He looked away first, glancing at the piece she’d played, a 5 and 5, the last in her hand; strategically worthless, but she wasn’t gonna go back to the boneyard for it. Fates. Even in games, they couldn’t get away from death; there was something as too much aesthetic she thought and yet Hades seemed not to know that. She put down the bottle. He played his piece; somehow, of course, he’d had a 5 for his last domino. They were always completing one another, and that hurt, because it shouldn’t be so hard to be happy, if they were so good at bein’ on the same page. Shouldn’t be so hard to love him. She missed lovin’ him, wanted him to love her again, not just in the passive way he always did but the active way, the way he used to literally chariot up above just to swoop her down below and take her into her bed and lock them in their room or six months, mad and in love and dying and bein’ reborn every minute. Now he swooped up aand grabbed her alright, but it felt like held her at an arm's distance all winter long. She hated it.

“Game set,” he said, leaning back. “Match.”

“Hmph.” He’d won; there was a time in the past when he’d have smiled about that, would have kissed her in consolation. She’d fought him tooth and nail, had scored on every point but the final one; nearly his match this time, but not quite. She’d win next time, he’d win another, and what did it matter? Time was endless. Entropy was boundless. They existed since time began; would exist until time ended. Would they still be in love then? She wasn’t sure. The world spun on. She wanted it to go backward. It wouldn’t.

“Another game?” she asked, and he shook his head. She drank again, whiskey burning her almost as much as his look, heavy-lidded and sad. He was gonna leave her, go lock himself in his office and burn through paperwork, thinkin’ it made him a good husband for providin’ and not a coward for avoidin’. She could smell it on ‘im.  She took another shot.

“Think you’ve had enough.” It was the closest he’d come to outright criticism with her; he stood and she stood after him, accidentally knocking into the table. He held out a hand; gentlemanly, as always, but cold. Impersonal. He’d have offered a hand for her father, for momma, for any soul who’d given him a sob story that he’d deal only death to in return; only mercy he knew how to provide. She was tired of it. She wasn’t a visitor here, even if she was gone six months of the year. And she didn’t want to be treated like one.

She shoved him against the wall.

“Since when do you decide when I have enough?” She asked; he raised an eyebrow. She touched his cheek – it was cold. She tilted her chin up and grabbed his; he got the idea and leaned down ‘til they were touchin' foreheads. His arms curled around her waist, she dragged his arms lower, ‘til they were on her ass.

“I decide,” she murmured, her lips so close to his patrician face she could feel his heavy exhale. She grabbed his cheeks, brought him closer still, and then told him her jubilant pledge in a heavy whisper: “What I want. When I want it.”

“Of course,” he hissed; he opened his mouth to say something else, but she wasn’t interested in hearing it as much as feeling him and captured his mouth in a dizzying kiss, her hands capturing the way he melted with longing into her arms. It was a good kiss, always a good kiss with Hades; she pushed her tongue into his mouth and he dueled with her, not playful, for he never was, but struggling, viciously, to win some sort of unspecified war between them.  His tongue sought some terminus in her, pursuing her like a hawk, and she held him tighter, wanting to melt together, to exist together, for as long as it was possible to do so. It was easier when she was drunk, when some of her barriers fell away.  Not that his barriers ever dropped; he was building interior walls to rival their outdoor ones.

But for now, his hand on her ass tightened; he found her argument persuasive. A whistle blew in one of his factories; he didn’t look up and neither did she. She ran her leg down his and felt him hiss; he broke the kiss then, going for her neck, his teeth nipping at her.

“I want you,” she spit out in what was little better than an alley-cat howl; she shoved him back toward his chair, threw herself on top of him in a way that momma might have called wanton but momma nature wasn’t here and she sure as fuck wasn’t going to think about her momma with Hades under her. His fingers slid to her waist, then lower, rubbin’ her thighs. Her skirt was hiked up enough to give anyone foolish enough to try to get into Hades office a hell of a show; she didn’t give a fuck.

“I want you,” she yowled again; he chuckled, grabbed her face and pulled her real close, finger-light kisses going on her mouth and on her neck, light and sweet but a shadow of the heavy touch he’d use in the old days. She had an idea, a good idea, of how to get his attention back. A hot idea. Yeah!  He was gonna love it. “No,” she said, and he pulled back, one eyebrow raised.

“No?”

She swung down low in an ungraceful movement, grabbed the bottle, took a sip, held it. He sighed; obviously disappointed. Ass. Why couldn’t’ he be anticipating this? It was gonna be – gonna be hot as hell.  Which they were in. Right now.  Hee, hot-as-hell-and-hot-in-hell; she chuckled and a bit of the whiskey leaked out her mouth; whoops. That wasn’t so sexy.

To take his mind off of her dribbling, she grabbed his vest and yanked him real close. She forced his mouth open and poured the drink from her mouth into his; her hands on his head to make sure he didn’t buck away and wind up spilling in his lap. Her tongue savored the taste of the liquor in his mouth; it tasted different with Hades than it did with her. He held the liquor for a good minute, and she wondered if maybe it was enough that – maybe he’d understand. Why she drank. Why she wanted him when she drank. Why she drank because she wanted him back, even when she wasn’t drinking.

He swallowed and pulled back; wiped his mouth. She did a good job, not much of it spilled. A couple spots on his shirt; oh well. In this heat, they’d dry.

“I want you,” she said softly, leaning forward and sucklin’ on his earlobe. He wriggled underneath her, visibly uncomfortable; it was one thing for him to touch her in public,  whole ‘nother thing for her to touch him in public. He never minded the first, always minded the second, and never once saw it as a double standard.  Stupid asshole; beloved asshole, too. “I miss you,” she whispered.  

“I’m here,” he said, in his gravel-deep voice; he grabbed her face again, directing her back to another long kiss. She wiggled against his cock; he was getting hard, and she liked that. That…was good. He still wanted her. She liked him wantin’ her. She moved her hand under his waistband, years of practice making it easy to thwart his belt; he kept too much locked away. She wasn’t able to get a full hand around him, too big for that already, but the soft groan in his throat told her he liked her attempt. His hands were wanderin’ now, and she wondered if anyone looked up, saw them like this; would have been a common enough show, long ago. Before she drank so much, before he read the paper cover-to-cover ‘cuz he didn’t want to look at her. She ran a finger down the most sensitive part of ‘im, and was rewarded with a full body shudder that set every nerve in both of them aflame.

“Lover,” he cried out; it was a half-strangled thing, loud and vulnerable; hot as hell. She moved to try to unbutton his pants, get him out in the open when she could get that cock in her, but he denied her, moving his big arms up around hers and pushin’ her hands up on his shoulders. She looked at him, pouting, and he gave her a goofy half-smile, the sort she’d never seen him have for anyone else.

“What the fuck are you–“ she started to say, but then he pulled her closer, one hand under her ass and the other goin’ under her skirt, gently pushing the thin material of her panties aside. Oh. Okay. This she – this she liked. He liked too; made it easier for both of them if he started with his fingers, though today she didn’t think he had to worry much about it tonight. She was wet, already so wet for him; she howled, a wild-cat ready to be mated. “You feel what you do to me, husband?”

“Yes,” he mumbled, breathing heavy. “Oh, yes.”  He dove in for another kiss. He was a hungry man, yes, and her, too; his fingers glided into her, two fingers right away and no resistance, fuck, how did he do this to her, barely touching her but making her so wet? His thumb caressed her clit and she mewled, honestly mewled; moving her hips in an age-old rhythm she wanted more of.

“Kiss me, wife,” he muttered; she denied him, her lips going to his ear instead, sucking on his ear-lobe until he made a low groan; the finger at her clit faltered for one second, then pressed harder. She lit a trail of kisses to his big iron jaw and then practically swallowed his tongue. He moaned in response, his hips jutting as his fingers curled deep inside her, curled so hard she saw stars and she wanted him, wanted more than his hands and his stupid mouth, wanted his thick cock sending her right through their big bed and wanted it right the fuck now.  

“Fuck me,” she growled. His response was immediate; he picked her up, both hands under her ass. He was always strong, so strong, fuck, he was the earth beneath her feet (literally, sometimes), and she wanted – wanted him. Wanted to touch him, needed to touch him.  He wasn’t that sure on his feet when she was kissin’ him—and she plenty kissin’ him—but he managed to get the door to his office open without dropping her. He didn’t bother to close it in a rare moment of prioritizing her over his workspace, taking her hastily past tables filled with every kind of contract through another set of double doors to an old hallway and then crossing into their private chambers, to her bed, his bed; their bed.

“Fuck,” she muttered and he chuckled; he put her down and all but threw himself on top of her, so big, her husband, so big; he was bred by the Titans, and in the bedroom, he looked the part, something older, wilder, than her. He pulled off her dress, let it drop to the floor. Didn’t take off his clothes yet, just swung her back into his lap as he scooted back to their headboard. His hand waved and the door shut. His hand waved and her clothes were folded neatly on her chair. Old man, such an old man, so practical; how did she love him so much?

“I love you,” she muttered; heard him suck in a breath before he reclaimed her lips; whiskey burn nothing compared to his stubble on her chin.  He followed her down and his head dipped lower, kissing at neck, then lower still. His tongue lathed at a nipple; she hissed. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” he said, head down as he kissed her chest, his mouth right over her heart, and it was a cheesy move but oh, how it made her wet. No more teasin’. She was tired of it.

“Get yer—get your cock in me,” She grunted. She dragged her fingers down his back, wishin’ she knew how to get his clothes off without havin’ to watch. Not that she minded the show. “I want you. Now.”

He smiled and moved her delicately off his lap, sliding her toward his side of the bed and kissin’ her a few more times till she growled in frustration and he backed off. He shrugged off his vest, tossing it down, then his shirt. She ran her hand appreciatively over war-scars older than she was; the wall, they’d called him in the war, and he was still that now, and she hated it, but she loved it, too.

He stood to pull his pants off and she waited, all naked and ready; she laid herself out temptingly, her hand hitting a bottle she’d left on his side of the bed as he undid his fly – he froze. The clink heard 'round the underworld. Shit.

He bent down over her, picked up the empty bottle. His pants, annoyingly, stayed on. What was it she'd had before he’d come over to play a game? She tried to remember. He read the label.

“Absinthe?” He shook his head. “When?” He was quiet, which was worse than when he was angry. Sad Hades didn’t want to fuck her, angry Hades sometimes would. He sat back down on the bed at her side. “This wasn’t here when I left.”

“I dunno,” she sighed. “This morning. I think.” It was easy to lose time in the underworld; at first, it had no light, and she’d felt lost in that. Then, he’d invented lights that he ran every hour, but never got that it was just as bewildering to have eternal day as eternal night. Stupid man. “Wasn’t much left, maybe a drink or two.”

“…It was full before you came back this fall. You’re not leaving for another week.” He turned to her, his face hard as steel; ah, fuck. She curled up on his shoulder, sending him her best fuck-me smolder; he just turned the bottle over in his hands. “Are you so miserable you have to…?”

She groaned into his shoulder. There wasn’t a good answer to that question, cuz she was, and it was his fault, but it wasn’t really him, per se, and it wasn’t really her, either, and it was complicated. She put a hand, suggestively, over his crotch, trying to salvage things. “Can’t we talk about this later?”

“I do not want to fuck a woman who does not wish to share my bed,” he said, and the words came bitter; tart. She felt sick and it wasn’t the booze. He sighed. “I’ll go. Check in on you a bit, make sure you’re not…sick.”

And there he was, the great man turnin’ his back. As always. Love her and leave her, just like she did him. Every damned year.

“Wait,” she said; he turned. His face was neutral, damn him; she didn’t understand it, didn’t understand him. She felt like bawling her eyes out and there he was, face like granite and stone.

He sat on the bed. Wordless. Waiting. Makin’ her make the first move, just like he had, all those years ago, when she'd first asked him for a kiss in mama's garden.

“It ain’t that I don’t want ya.” She held out her arms, felt something blur the corners of her eyes that she ignored. Just – just a bit of liquid. He fell into her at once, his great bulk, and she closed up her hands over him. “It ain’t that at all. You still drive me crazy.” In every sense of the word, but that, too, was a conversation for later. “It’s just…it’s hard, being here, Hades. It hurts.”

“I know.” He folded himself around her; big and bulky and everywhere at once. His lips were on her forehead, sweet and shy, and maybe she did cry a bit, pulling her arms around him. His hard lips kissed those tears away, and she loved him so much she wished this wasn’t so gods damned difficult. His kisses tasted like regret; his voice was smoky with it. “Ain’t fair to you. If I had known all those years ago…”

But, of course, he hadn’t, and, truthfully, she would still be like this even if his bettin’ was better, even if he’d wound up with Poseidon’s grand boat or papa's mountain-retreat. She never liked mountains or seas any better than dirt. She thought they were always going to wind up like this, truthfully, and that was the worst part.  She was seasonal. She wasn’t ever good about staying in one place, even if she just wanted to be with this one man. She changed everything she touched, and everything she touched, changed. Blessin' and a curse.

She held him tight and wiggled against him; he’d gone flat on her and she was sad, still wanted him more than anything and now she wouldn’t have it. “I want you,” she mewled, and he just smiled, sad, and tucked her head into his big neck and kissed her forehead, like he could shelter her from anything. She wished he could, but the storm raged all inside her. “Please?”

“Later. When you’ve sobered up a bit.” He rubbed the top of her head with heavy fingers; nothing about him was delicate, she thought, except his stupid feelings. Stupid. They were both so stupid. “Want ya to remember it when I make you come,” he whispered, rubbing harder, a bit of the desire still in his voice. “Want you to remember me when...” He faded off, but she knew what he meant: when she left.

She always did in the springtime and ached for him all through the summer, though he never seemed to realize it. Dumb asshole. But sayin’ that would start a fight, and she was so tired of fighting, so she didn’t say anything. She threw her arms over his neck like a vice and closed her eyes. If she breathed in enough, she could smell him all around her, and wrapped up like this, she could pretend he was more fire than ice.

“Will you stay with me?” She asked, knowing it wasn’t what he’d prefer; he’d rather go work a few hours and pretend like they weren’t drowning in this bed full of sorrow. “I don’t wanna be alone when the high fades.”

It was unusual for her to ask, she knew, and something unknowable on his face shifted, for just a moment. She kissed him, because she didn’t want to see it; couldn’t bear to see him perhaps pity her, or worse, resent her. The worst part was, he kissed her back, and she felt all the love that he had stored up in that big, dumb body for her, and yet, still, he wasn’t within her. Still, the space between them remained.  And she still didn’t know, really, how to get past that, because the drink made her tongue quicker but not quick enough and he—he just was himself, all rocks and steel; cold, cold, cold, even warmed up against her body.

“Okay,” he said, quiet, like he knew just how exhausted she was, or maybe he just didn’t want to talk anymore; he pulled the covers over them, big heavy covers they’d had so long they smelled like them both now, a mix of his ashy-soot scent and her floral smell, sickly sweet like rot. No matter how many times she washed them, their scents clung to it, interweaving.

She held tight onto him and breathed deep and felt him all around her, and thought maybe if she closed her eyes and wished real hard, they’d be in the garden all those years ago; could try again. He held her tight and she wondered, for half a boozy second, if maybe he was wishin’ the same.

[mewgagotoku]

Tags/Verses Masterpost!

Figured I should probably make one of these to keep track.

Yakuza-series independent RP blog; open and welcoming to AU, multi-fandom and OCs.  Expect canon-typical violence and dark metaphor; NSFW/explicit content will always be tagged. [THIS POST IS A WORK IN PROGRESS, EXPECT UPDATES ~ posting it now before it gets any longer...]

ME

Robz, 21+; RPed for a long damn time; friendly, but shy.  I write, draw and sing - or at least make motions to that effect. 日本語で書いてことできるんだけど恥ずかしいから英語のほうがいいんです。よろしくお願いします。Interests include: music, video games, horror.  Ask for my Discord ID, and lets plot shenanigans!

CHARACTERS

[Majima Goro] [Goromi] 真島吾朗 ~ The Mad Dog of Shimano/The Lord of the Night; Sharp as a blade and stabby to boot, Majima is a yakuza through and through - unpredictable, violent and just a bit smarter than he lets on.

[Makimura Makoto] マキムラマコト ~ Not All Who Wander Are Lost; A young woman caught up in a world of darkness she could never hope to fully understand.  Makoto is determined and independent, and perhaps just a little reckless. (Somewhat canon-divergent after Yakuza 0 - rather than returning to Hogushi Kaikan, Makoto instead begins working with charities focused on helping human trafficking victims and other vulnerable members of society. She won’t sit around and wait for a hero any longer, instead, she wants to become her own.)

[Oda Jun] 尾田純 ~ Tachibana Real Estate’s Lap Dog; Unrepentant and proud, Oda knows his place in the world because he carved it for himself.  He won’t let anybody stand in his way.

[Dojima Daigo] - Testing~

[Hana] 菊川花~ Sky Finance’s Backbone; Hana sometimes wonders why she bothers coming to work in the morning, but it’s a good job she always does.

[Akamine Tenji]  赤嶺典二「天使」~ OC; a host originally from Gifu who has no idea what he’s about to get himself into. Polite, gregarious and kind, his sweetness hides an ambition for greatness that he will pursue to the end of the earth. (FC: Mizushima Hiro) Tenji now has his own blog over at @hachidorinoko​​ with both Yakuza and Persona 5 verses!

[Hayashi Bara] 林薔薇 ~ OC; daughter of Hayashi Hiroshi, Bara is something of a tearaway punk trying to find her place in the world. Rude and obnoxious, she is in truth as vulnerable as she appears, though she’ll go to any lengths to hide that. (FC: Tsuchiya Anna) Bara now has her own blog over at @splinteredthorn !

[Futaba Sakura] 佐倉双葉 ~ Persona 5. Not active on this blog, but she has her own sub-blog at @hikikohacker

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RULES

Setting these up as I go along, so forgive me if they’re a bit lax...

DBAA ~ Don’t Be An Asshole; plain and simple!

No minors, please; I keep my NSFW stuff tagged, so it can be avoided if you’d rather not read it, but I will not generally place it under cuts and nor do I wish to feel as if I should.  Absolutely no smut with minors, no exceptions.

We don’t have to be mutuals to interact! We don’t even have to be from the same series/universe/whatever.  If you wanna RP, just hit me up and we’ll figure something out!

If you’re not sure about something, ASK ME! I don’t bite, and I certainly don’t want to cause confusion or frustration with anything I’ve written.  You can message me through tumblr, or ask for my Discord so we can talk things through.

I WRITE A LOT -- I like big paragraphs and I cannot lie... don’t feel like you have to keep up with me! I’d prefer a reply which is short and to the point than to feel like you’re stressing over matching my waffle.

I may unfollow RP blogs which post a lot of OOC/irrelevant content. This doesn’t mean I don’t like you or don’t want to RP with you, it just clogs up my dash and I don’t really like it. Drop me a message if you have any questions, but I can guarantee it’s nothing against you personally! Your blog, your rules -- you do you!

VERSES (in no particular order)

ALLEGORY (verse) - Oda/Tachibana; set shortly before and during Yakuza 0 (iloveoda-san)

[Colder Heavens] - In which the heating in the penthouse gives up the ghost during a snowfall. [NSFW]

[Bad Dog] - Unaware of his surroundings, Oda disrupts a very important meeting. [NSFW]

[Lacryma Christi] [2] - Oda unwittingly catches Tachibana in a vulnerable moment.

[imagining noises] [2] -~ During Tachibana’s forced exile, Oda finds himself alone and invisible.

DOG TEETH  (verse)  Kiryu/Majima; various. (fourthchairman)

[uroboros] [2] (the snake which bites its own tail) - Majima has been trying to wrench Kiryu and Makoto apart for too long - Kiryu has finally had enough. [NSFW]

[Love on the Brain] [2] ~ Majima/Kiryu - Absence makes the heart grow fonder... and more obscene. [NSFW] 

[All I Want Is You] [2] - WHOOPS. Majima makes the kind of mistake he can’t just sweep under the rug.

[Road Trip] [2] - Following on from All I Want Is You, Kiryu and Majima take a road trip down toward Okinawa... [NSFW]

A PALACE FROM RUIN (verse) - Nishikiyama and Makoto; post Yakuza 0 (iheartkiryu)

[Blossoms] [2] - Looking for flowers to brighten up her apartment, Makoto runs into an acquaintance, and finds an unexpected new friend.

[Debts Unpaid] [2] - Hunting after the one-eyed man whose name she knows not, Makoto falls afoul of the Shimano Family who don’t take kindly to curiosity.

[Hare Among Foxes] [2] - Determined to save other vulnerable girls from her own cruel fate, Makoto sets out to take on the underworld.  Caught in a little white lie, she runs into an unexpected obstacle.

[Confessions] - Nishikiyama meets with Majima on Makoto’s behalf to arrange a meeting between the two of them.

[Antidote to Heartache] - Deciding to get out of the city for a bit, Makoto and Nishikiyama take a drive out to Sunshine Orphanage.

AFTER THE RAIN (verse) - Majima/Nishikiyama; Post Yakuza 1 AU. (fishikiyama)

[IDGAF] (In Despair, Grief, And Fury) - Six months in hospital have changed more than just Nishiki’s appearance.   Still hurting from being left behind, Majima rises to the occasion.

[序盤] (joban; opener e,g in Shogi or Go) - Fortunately for Nishiki, banging a shogi board is complicated. [NSFW]

POETRY AND DEATH (verse) - Oda and Tachibana; set during the two years before Y0 (iloveoda-san)

[Poetry and Death] [2] - After a fight with a rival gang, Tachibana is shot, and Oda must fight to keep him alive.

[Marble] [2] ~ An intimate, drunken decision. [NSFW]

[Let it Burn] ~ Oda finds himself trapped inside a residential building when the Cornflowers decide to pre-rempt some revenge against his crew.

YOU KNOW BETTER (verse) Majima/Makoto; Post Yakuza 0 (italian-love-cake)

[Switches Never Flicked] - Majima and Makoto ~ A fire on Pink Street lands Makoto in unknown peril.

[Don’t Feed It, It Will Come Back] - Majima/Makoto ~ Despite his better judgement, Majima can’t bear to leave Makoto alone.

[Tastes Like Chicken] - Majima/Makoto ~ Majima meets Makoto after work to take her on a date.

WHISKY AND GIN (verse) - Majima/Nishitani; Yakuza 0 (dreamoffuchsia)

[Pushing Buttons] - Majima/Nishitani ~ Eatin’ some sushi, downin’ some drinks, smashin’ some faces... the usual. [NSFW content]

[Soaked] - Majima/Nishitani ~ Majima and Nishitani raid a group of loan sharks who have been preying on hostesses. Guns are dangerous. [NSFW content] [tw: drugs]

[Penance] - Majima/Nishitani ~ Alternate ending for Soaked. The tongues of dead men sing songs. [NSFW content] [tw: drugs]

[Smokin’] [2] - Majima/Nishitani ~ Where’ve you been all my life? Or at least for the last week. [NSFW]

[Foam Party!!!] ~ Majima/Nishitani - Do not leave Majima unattended anywhere ever, under any circumstances.

[Promises] - Majima/Nishitani ~ What’s that?! A wedding proposal?! [NSFW content]

[Boa Constrictor] - Goromi/Nishitani ~ Be careful what you wish for... [NSFW]

[MyMail] - After a New Years Day spent winding one another up via text, Majima comes home to find Nishitani has made some very particular plans for their time... [NSFW]

[Amour] - Nishitani has commissioned a very special gift for Majima. Would be a shame not to make use of it. [NSFW content]

[Puppy Love] - It’s Valentines Day, and the only logical gift for the man who has everything is... a puppy??

[Til Death Do Us Part] - Nishitani gets some bad news from the hospital. They’ve clawed their way through everything so far, but could this finally tear them apart?

JUNIPER AND VANILLA (verse) - Majima/Nishitani; Yakuza 0 (dreamoffuchsia)

[Anniversary of a Dead Man] - Majima/Nishitani ~ Nishitani struggles with a debt he can’t ever repay.

[Guilty Party] - Majima/Nishitani ~ When Nishitani calls him away from work, Majima understands that this is more than just a social call. [tw: suicide mentions]

[Demon Days] - Majima/Nishitani ~ After Nishitani’s death, he’s the last person Majima expects to bump into. [tw: suicide mentions]

[Modern Leper] - Some twenty-five or thirty years after Nishitani’s death, Majima wakes in the night to the unmistakable feeling that he and Saejima aren’t alone. [tw: suicide mentions]

SHE’S A MYSTERY (verse) - Majima and Owl Eyes O’Malley; various (rileysroleplayreservoir)

[睡蓮花] [2] (suirenka; water lily) - Majima and Owl Eyes O’Malley; set somewhere between 1995-2005.

[危険な水] (kikenna mizu; dangerous water) - Majima and Owl Eyes O’Malley; While searching for a golden macguffin - in this case, a watch - Majima find some interesting flotsam around the concrete edges of Tokyo Bay,

[Angry Birds] - Swooping in to pull Riley out of a fight he believes she can’t handle, Majima learns a thing or two.

[Hungry Eyes] - Fortunately for the Majima family, Riley is on hand to feed their boss before he eats them.

[Hellooo Nurse] - Halloween costume shopping.

[Smores] - Settin’ fires and eatin’ candy.

[Shoulder Rubs] - “My back’s always kinky, how about yours?”

[Petals] - Riley runs into a rather concussed Goromi. Like always, trouble sticks to the two of them like a magnet.

[Bellyaching and Babysitting] - With a broken wrist, Majima is more snappy than ever.

[Call of the Cicada] - When a former detective goes feral, somehow it falls to Majima and Riley to figure out what the hell went wrong.

[One Thought Too Many] - Too much to drink and too much to say about it.

UNCLE STABBY (verse) ~ Majima and Haruka; various (0tometal)

[Pumpkins] - Two kids (one significantly older) carving pumpkins for Halloween while Kiryu is away.

[Bonito] - Majima and Haruka ~ If uncle Majima knew anything about cooking, he’d be dangerous.  He’s dangerous enough anyway.

[Jingle Bells] - Majima enlists Haruka’s help to decorate an enormous Christmas Tree at Kamurocho Hills

[Games Night] - Looking after Haruka for a night, Majima can’t seem to understand the appeal of Katamari Damacy when he can’t find the button to punch the King of all Cosmos in his huge grey face.

[Only Revolutions] - TBA

THE TRUE FOURTH CHAIRMAN (verse) ~ 2018; AU in which Kiryu retains the mantle of the Fourth Chairman (fourthchairman)

[In Clover] - Kiryu/Tenji; Fourth Chairman AU ~ When Tenji is at the very end of his luck, a chance meeting with the Tojo Clan’s legendary Fourth Chairman stands to change his life forever.

[The Jealous Boy] - Kiryu/Tenji ~ Try as he might, Tenji just can’t help being jealous of the men to whom Kiryu so generously gifts his time.

NO MAN IS AN ISLAND (verse) ~ Majima and Saejima (eighteencounts)

[Never Forgotten] - (post-Y4) The two blood brothers try to find footing with one another after twenty-five years apart.

[It Ain't on the Surface] - Majima/Saejima - Majima plans a date night at the top of Kamurocho Hills.

[Garnet] - When Majima is jumped and badly injured, there’s only one safe place he can go.

WALK TALL (verse) ~ Majima/Nishitani (trans) (dreamoffuchsia)

[Secret] - Nishitani has a secret that Majima is about to find out... will it change them forever? [NSFW content]

[Yes Sir] - Hard at work in the Majima Family offices... or not. [NSFW]

[Shameless] - Majima brings Nishitani and Saejima together in the bedroom. Best. Birthday. Ever. [NSFW]

TWO WRONGS MAKE A FIGHT (verse) - Majima/Kiryu; so many years unrequited, and Majima can’t take a minute longer. (fourthchairman)

[Drunk In Love] - Majima slips a little something into Kiryu’s drink to finally take what he’s wanted all these years... [NSFW] [tw: dub con]

[The Abduction] - Kiryu’s revenge. [NSFW] [tw:dub con]

SHE BRINGS THE MORNING SUN (verse) - Majima and Yuki (vineqar)

[Dondondondondonki] [2] - Majima and Yuki; Yakuza 0.  Something very strange is going on in Club Sunshine, and it’s up to the dynamic duo to resolve it before opening - or tear each other apart in the process.

[Lose the Light] - Majima and Yuki; Yakuza 0 ~ Though seemingly unrelated, when Youda goes missing, Majima finds the weight of the world closing in around him.

[Sotenbori’s Finest Fashions] - Majima and Yuki; Yakuza 0 ~ tba

SNAKE’S NEST (verse) - Goromi and Nishitani; Yakuza 0 (dreamoffuchsia)

[Rattlesnake] - Goromi/Nishitani - Goromi is an A-List Queen strutting her stuff in the underground of Sotenbori.  Is the Viper Vixen about to meet her match? [NSFW content]

[Cobra Queen] - Goromi/Nishitani - TBA [NSFW content]

FRIENDS WITH FINANCIAL BENEFITS (verse) - Majima and Akiyama; post Yakuza 4 (criminaldelights)

[Ninety-Nine Bottles of Gold Label] Majima and Akiyama ~ Drunk as a skunk, having lost his wallet somewhere along the way, Majima hopes to get a bit of help from a friend with a bit more liquid capital.

[Bad Parenting] - Majima finds an abandoned puppy and tries to give it to Hana to look after.

[爆発] (bakuhatsu; explosion) - Majima and Akiyama; While Majima is showing Akiyama around Kamurocho Hills, an explosion threatens both of their lives.

[Mad Dog Allergy] - Majima and Akiyama

[Clingy] - Majima/Akiyama ~ Majima doesn't want Akiyama to go.

[NSFW-ish] - Majima/Akiyama

[Fugitive Motel] - Majima/Akiyama [NSFW]

[Endangered Mousse] - Majima and Akiyama

THERE IN A HEARTBEAT (verse) - Makoto and Majima; post Yakuza 0 (criminaldelights)

[Laurel Wreath] Majima/Makoto ~ Almost a year after the events surrounding the Empty Lot, Majima sets out to find Makoto and see her one last time.

[Lady and the Tramp] - Makoto/Majima ~ Majima attempts to buy Makoto a puppy to keep her company. Trouble is, they're all too cute...

[Linked] - Makoto/Majima - Majima's last day in Sotenbori with Makoto.

??? (verse) - Majima and Saejima; various. (criminaldelights)

[Lord of the Cats] - Saejima smuggles a kitten into a restaurant.

[Absolution] - Guilt, blame and forgiveness cannot be extricated from one another.

[Mad Pup and Bear Cub] (pre Y0 verse) Majima makes an important confession.. and then tries to act like he didn't.

PLAY NICE (verse) - Goromi and Nishitani; Yakuza 0 (dreamoffuchsia)

[Well-Mannered] - Nishitani has been visiting Goromi for a while now at Sagawa’s request.  Despite their initial nerves around one another, the two are beginning to form a connection.

NOTICE ME, SENSEI (verse) - Majima and Saejima; Elementary School Teacher AU

[Dirty Deeds] - TBA

[City Lights] ~ Kiryu and Makoto; post Yakuza 0.

[大理石龍] [2] (dairisekiryuu; marble dragon) ~ Kiryu/Makoto.  An intimate moment. [NSFW]

[弱虫毛虫] [2] (yowamushi kemushi; cowardly caterpillar) - Nishikiyama and Majima; Yakuza Kiwami ~ In the process of recruiting, Majima falls afoul of the Nishikiyama family.

[What if...?] [2] ~ Tachibana and Makoto;  Post Yakuza 0 AU ~ What if things had turned out differently...? [here be spoilers]

[Takoyaki] [2] ~ Majima and Makoto; Yakuza 0 ~ During Makoto’s stay in Odyssey’s warehouse..

[Billion Yen Opportunity] [2] ~ Majima and Ammy Highwind; Yakuza 0 ~ A real estate agent approaches Majima while the world falls to pieces around him.  She seeks only one thing... [here be spoilers]

[King Among Fools] - Majima and Tamaki [Ouran HC]; Yakuza Kiwami ~ Majima is out to stir some trouble, and rescues a young host with such conviction, he doesn’t need rescue at all.

[石橋の仕掛け] [2] (Ishibashi no shikake; Ishibashi’s Gambit) - Majima and Tamotsu ~ Majima is given the task of delivering some documents to an unknown contact - it becomes quickly apparent that there is more to this than meets the eye.

[Beat It] [2] - Tachibana and Oda; pre Yakuza 0 AU ~ There is not a more feared officer on the beat than Tachibana...

[Skymail] [2] - drunk texts(?) from yakooziez

[Stray] - Majima/Makoto; post Yakuza 0 ~ Handing out leaflets for an animal shelter in Kamurocho, Makoto catches sight of the man she’s been searching for all this time.

[Silver and Gold] - Majima/Kiryu; Yakuza 0 ~ A Masquerade ball at The Grand

[Little Lost Rabbit] - Tachibana and Makoto, pre Yakuza 0; 6-year-old Makoto learns to deal (or not deal) with some school bullies.

[Rude Awakening] - Majima and Nishikiyama; After the supposed suicide of an important businessman, Majima grabs Nishiki to find his missing daughter, Aiko.

[Night and Day] - Makoto and Majima; Yakuza 0 ~ Whilst hiding out in a warehouse in Sotenbori, Makoto and Majima’s hiding place is stumbled upon by some unwelcome visitors.

[Vogue] - Makoto and Majima; post-Yakuza 0 ~ The girls head to an onsen to relax and find some time to chat and be themselves.

[Thorns] - Hayashi and Nishitani; Dead Souls ~ Realising her father is trapped inside the quarantine zone, Bara will stop at nothing to get inside and try to save him.

[Ten by Ten] Majima and Kiryu; Kiwami ~ Majima is far too proud of his increasingly honed ability to goad Kiryu into a fight, no matter the cost to his bones.

[Wake] Majima and Daigo ~ Attending a funeral for Mosugi of Yokohama’s Yamanobu Family, Majima uncovers hints of a plot.

[Secure] Makoto and Kiryu ~ TBA

[Emergency Contact] Majima and Tamotsu - TBA

[おしりかじり虫] (oshirikajiri mushi; bottom-biting bug) - In which Majiima is definitely not jealous of Daigo’s new friend.

[Break a Leg] - Majima and Shinada ~ Majima is tasked with keeping an eye on an injured Shinada while he recovers.

[Favours] - Majima/Daigo ~ A stolen kiss to save the chairman from a terribly dull fate.

[Asphyxiating Artist] - Majima and Tamotsu ~ Majima finds a rather handsome sketch of himself on the floor after a meeting. Somebody’s in trouble...

[Delayed Reaction] - Majima and Tamotsu ~ When a street fight goes wrong, Majima ends up more injured than he would care to admit.

[Last Wishes] Majima/Akiyama ~ Majima knows he hasn’t much longer left to live, but he has an important message to pass on, and Akiyama is the only person he can trust to do so.

[With All Your Faults And All] Majima and Makoto ~ Odyssey’s warehouse, an open door where secrets hinge.

[裏玉ご注意ほう！] (uratama gochuuihou; watch out for balls) Majima and Nishida - The tragic demise of one very greedy raccoon.

[How To Train A Hostess] - Majima and Sagawa ~ TBA

[Short Leash] - Majima and Nishida ~ TBA

[Clever Girl] - TBA

THE MAGNIFICENT

[iloveoda-san] Tachibana Tetsu @iloveoda-san

[majimaoneeyedfool] Majima Goro @majimaoneeyedfool

[fishikiyama] Nishikiyama Akira @fishikiyama

[fourthchairman] Kiryu Kazuma @fourthchairman

[iheartkiryu] Nishikiyama Akira @iheartkiryu

[vineqar] Yuki (Hostess) @vineqar

[yakuzaoflove] [kingofkamuro] Tamotsu Shimizu/Mamoru Azumi @kingofkamuro

[ammy-highwind] Ammy Highwind @ammy-highwind

[justsomedaddythings] Suoh Tamaki @justsomedaddythings

[rileysroleplayreservoir] Riley “Owl Eyes” O’Malley @rileysroleplayreservoir

[italian-love-cake] Makimura Makoto @italian-love-cake

[mmajimagoro] Majima Goro @mmajimagoro

[0tometal] Sawamura Haruka @0tometal

[dreamoffuchsia] Nishitani Homare @dreamoffuchsia

[snxkehips] Majima Goroko (genderswap) @snxkehips

[eighteencounts] Saejima Taiga @eighteencounts

[draconic-fury] Kiryu Kazuma @draconic-fury

[okunokanosei] / [criminaldelights] Akiyama Shun @criminaldelights

[criminaldelights] Majima Goro

[brassbounded] Dojima Daigo @brassbounded

[dxjima] [dojima-ryuu] Dojima Daigo @dxjima

[shofukucho] Makimura Makoto @shofukucho

[nishidawho] Nishida @nishidawho

[sagawawho] Sagawa Tsukasa @sagawawho

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