#have one (1) honest conversation with each other i am BEGGING

[cupparosielee]

OK I want to talk about how fucking hilarious it is that when Louis is ignoring him and reading newspapers about Claudia, Lestat's response is literally just "my dick is huge why won't you fuck me?"

Lestat is gazing out of the window feeling neglected by his husband, looking fully heartbroken by the abandonment, and instead of having an honest conversation about it this bitch turns round and tells Louis to stop neglecting his massive penis, and flounces out when Louis ignores him (presumably going straight outside to Antoinette who appreciates exactly now considerable his considerables are)

Bonus points to Louis for glancing up at him like this when he mentions his appendages and immediately looking back at the newspapers

10/10, peak comedy right there.

[trentsixtysix]

Request : can you do one which shows how you met trent and started dating him? like a throwback i guess which shows how they met through another footballer possibly xx

Memory Lane

WARNINGS: none :)

Word Count: 2.0k

this request was so cute I had so much fun writing it :)

Fluff

You'd only made things official just under two years ago, but it still felt like the two of you had been together your entire lives; there was no one who you felt more at home with than Trent, who was watching you carefully as you remained zoned out, staring at the carpet in front of you.

You were both in bed, him scrolling through his phone just about to go to sleep as you sat up next to him, reading but not currently interested in the book because your mind was else where.

'What are you thinking about?' He asked, as he noticed you staring into space.

'Hmm?' You asked, wanting him to repeat himself.

'You've been frozen for a few minutes, what's on your mind?' He repeated, patting his lap for you to fall into it, slotting yourself between his legs as he placed the duvet over the two of you for you to talk; one of your favourite parts of the day was the conversations you'd have late at night.

'I was just remembering the day we met.' You revealed, smiling as memories flooded back to you instantly.

'Do you remember the day?' He questioned, curious.

'My memory is a little rusty, what about you?' You wondered, making him laugh as he nodded.

'Like it was yesterday to be honest.' He told you, truthfully.

'Enlighten me then.' You demanded, finding it admirable he could recall something like this.

'Well.. It was that day of the match..' He started, getting you to picture the day, knowing instantly exactly what he was talking about.

————————

You'd known Marcus for a while now; since before he turned pro due to you attending the same school.

Not only that but you got along great with his girlfriend, who in this case had begged you to accompany her to the United Vs Liverpool game, forcing you to sit in Rashy's box even though everyone was aware you supported Liverpool.

You were happy to cheer Marcus on too however, who managed to score a goal even if the game ended up being in Liverpool's favour, allowing them to win 2-1.

You were over the moon, hoping to hide your enthusiasm when you went to see Marcus after the game, spotting him chatting away to presenters whilst you both patiently waited for him to finish, stood incredibly near to the Liverpool players who were still celebrating with each other.

You noticed one of the players also giving an interview after a Man of the Match performance from two assists, and you recognised him to be Trent Alexander-Arnold from all the times you’d seen him play before.

It wasn't until you were nudged by your friend to get going that you realised you were gawking directly at him, which he must have noticed too as he gave you a cocky wink before you looked away, embarrassed.

You noticed Marcus go into the tunnel, with the Liverpool player closely following behind as you both also made a move for it, mainly so that Marcus' girlfriend could give him some words of encouragement post match.

You stepped to the side, noticing Marcus deep in conversation with Trent, congratulating each other on their achievements in the game as it was the first game of the season, all whilst you waited for them to finish.

'You played amazing.' Your friend told Marcus, comforting him as you approached them and said pretty much the same, Trent still stood there too.

'Bet you're buzzing.' Joked Rashy, noticing you trying to hide your grin.

'Of course I am, you did play great though.' You assured him, with a smile.

'Why is she buzzing?' Trent asked.

'Liverpool fan that's why.'

'I see, you support the best club then.' Smirked Trent, and you tried to contain your smile, noticing how much more attractive he was in person.

'Well I'll see you soon mate, well done on the win.' Rashford said, going in to hug Trent as he walked away with his girlfriend, leaving you unknowingly alone with each other.

'Enjoyed the game then?' Asked the right back, trying to break the ice and start a conversation, causing you to nod in return, staying unintentionally silent.

'You gone shy on me?' He teased, and it took everything in you not to blush in front of him right now, although he could probably sense how nervous you were.

'It was a good game, that was some pass.' You praised, pointing out his footballing ability which contributed to the goals.

'It’s what I do best. How do you know Marcus?' He asked you, suddenly looking you up and down.

'We went to school together, you think you can win the league for us this year?' You asked, changing the conversation back to football as it was the only thing that would keep you from going as red as a tomato.

'I'll win the league for you don't worry.' He replied, making you question whether he was flirting or not.

'You have a nice smile you know?' He told you, his eyes fixated on our mouth - confirming your suspicions.

'I guess we have that in common then.' You laughed, focused on his perfect teeth and the lines that formed around his lips when he smiled.

'Oh?'

'Oh!' You responded.

'I'm in Manchester for the weekend, you doing anything tonight?' He asked you, and you were sure you'd heard him incorrectly as there was no way he'd be that blunt with you already.

'I'm free, why?' You answered, wanting to know exactly what he was getting at.

'You fancy coming for dinner with some friends? Rashy will be there too as a matter of fact.' He proposed, and you were suddenly aware of what he was talking about, as Marcus and his girlfriend had previously been trying to convince you to go - to which you declined as you didn't have a reason to and certainly didn't want to third wheel them all night; but it was different now if someone else was asking.

'Okay.' You simply said, as he passed you his phone, getting you to type your number in before winking at you a final time.

'I'll see you then.' He said, walking away, leaving you to wonder what had just happened and how he had you under such a spell so fast as you went to navigate your friends.

Eventually it was late evening, and you were perched in front of your mirror wondering if your outfit was okay; not wanting it to be too formal as it was a casual event with friends, but also not too scandalous either,

You opted for a plain tube top with some jeans and a jacket over it, leaving your hair out as you anticipated Marcus' arrival to pick you up, finally receiving the all clear as you stepped outside and spotted his car with your friend sat inside too.

'You look stunning!' She said, as you both admired each others' looks.

You hadn't even told Marcus or his girlfriend about your little interaction with Trent from earlier, and you planned on keeping it quiet until you got to the restaurant, where you found yourself seated opposite to him.

After ordering you watched as everyone spoke over one another, and being a generally quiet person you kept your mouth shut, something you noticed about Trent too who wasn't being the most sociable at the moment.

Unknown: You look good.

You wondered who that was, and it only took one glance to the man sat before you to realise it was Trent, messaging you from under the table whilst you waited for your food, grinning as he saw you read the message.

You: Just good?

Trent: Okay you look stunning then.

You: I'd really prefer it if you used your words, I'm right here ;)

He silently chuckled seeing your message, mouthing a simple 'You're stunning' quietly as everyone else was too consumed in their own conversations to notice.

'Trent, you're single aren't you?' Asked Rashford, causing everyone's attention to turn to him as he nodded in response.

'Take Y/n off my hands will you? She's like the third person in our relationship.' He joked, making you sarcastically roll your eyes as Trent and everyone else burst into laughter.

He simply ignored the comment, as did you as you both felt awkward in front of everyone, but continued to message each other as the night finally came to an end.

You got up to join everyone else who was leaving as the night coming to an end, following after Marcus as he was your ride.

'Let me take you home.' Pleaded Trent, catching up to you as Marcus waited.

You hesitantly nodded, unsure why he had taken an interest in you, but not mad at it as you were just as interested in him.

'Y/n let's go.' Called Marcus.

'I'll find my own way back don't worry.' You told him, watching as he looked confused.

'What are you on about? Get in the car.' He told you, clearly exhausted and just wanting to get home.

'I'll take her home Rashy don't worry.' Trent interjected, whilst Marcus rubbed his eyes laughing.

'You? I was only joking before mate.. but go for it.' He chuckled, catching on before he left.

You were thankful for his music choice, something you both had to bond over as he blared Adele through his car, and you had to say you didn't take him as a guy who listened to Adele.

'I need to go to an Adele concert badly.' He told you.

'I went this summer, she was amazing.' You told him, as he couldn't help but display his jealousy more obviously.

You hadn't even known the guy an entire day and felt so comfortable with him, almost disappointed when the journey came to an end and he stopped outside your home.

'Thank you.' You told him, before getting out.

'Don't worry about it.'

'And Y/n?' He called, stopping you in your tracks.

'Yeah?' You answered.

'I wanna take you out properly soon, just the two of us?' He revealed, looking hopeful.

'I'd like that.' You smiled, as he leaned closer to you.

You didn't want to be the one to kiss him first, fearing his reaction as you'd only just met him today, even though you wanted it badly. Instead he did the hard work for you, pulling you in for a simple yet fulfilling kiss, breaking it off shortly as you told him you had to go.

You couldn't quite believe so much had happened in such a short time, and although you barely knew each other you instantly felt that spark, curious to know if this could become something serious..

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'How on earth do you remember all that?' You teased, listening in carefully as your boyfriend remembered all of the tiny details.

'How can I not remember how I met you?' He backed.

'I remember the date after that, you took me to that sushi place but we both hated it and opted for a McDonald's instead.' You recalled, laughing.

'Then finally you asked me out a month later when you were back in Manchester.' You added.

'Best decision ever.' He said, as your eyes began to shut.

'Goodnight, love you.' You muttered, falling asleep still laying between him.

'Night, I love you too.' He whispered, kissing your forehead contently.

[musicky]

I finished All the Hidden Paths by Foz Meadows. So good. I loved it.

You know that vibe from A Taste of Gold and Iron that’s just “you two are such fucking idiots about each other”? THEY ARE JUST SUCH FUCKING IDIOTS ABOUT EACH OTHER and I love it.

Spoilers under the cut.

(Although the spoilers are more vibes than specific plot points honestly.)

So. The end of my copy of A Strange and Stubborn Endurance had a snippet of this and it was enough for me to know that the plot line was going to include attempts at seducing one or both of the boys into an affair. (This is barely even a spoiler - that’s the prologue.)

I was NERVOUS. I hate “are they cheating oh no what do i do” plots. I hate when there’s chapters and chapters of angst and drama that could be solved by a simple fucking conversation. I spend the whole time frustrated and annoyed and yelling at the book “JUST FUCKING TALK” and that’s not a pleasant reading experience for me.

Foz did not do this, and I could not be more grateful. From Moment 1, these two idiots trust each other and care about each other more than anything else in the world (okay yes except for Markel, WE KNOW VEL). At no point do either of them actually think the other did anything. They both worry that the other will think they did, but there is never any doubt or suspicion or mistrust.

And I loved it. It makes the story so much more compelling. These two ADORE each other (btw Vel is HILARIOUSLY oblivious to his own feelings like I mean SAME babes, but COME ON) and they trust each other and if you take that away, then WHAT IS THE POINT OF THE STORY.

I cannot even begin to express how glad I am that my yelling about this book (to my dog) was “SEE? Do you see how PERFECT THEY ARE TOGETHER???” and not begging fictional characters to talk to each other. That’s a stupid conflict to have in a story. It’s cheap, you can do better.

Do they have trouble communicating? Yes, absolutely. Does it make perfect sense for their personalities, their histories, their traumas? YES. Was I so fucking glad that Markel looked at Cae and said “you shouldn’t have left him” because Cae is a damn idiot? YES.

This is a LOVE STORY, not because they had to contend with accusations of infidelity, but because, in every single fucking moment, both of them knew with 100% certainty that this man who they love would not do that to them.

The trust, the loyalty, the honor, the respect, the pure honest CARE is important and meaningful. Even Vel, who has only known shitty, toxic relationships, is a good man and a good husband and that is important. He tries, he wants to be, he works hard at it.

Like, that poor man gets bitchy with his husband and realizes UM SHIT I can’t just walk out and see what happens WHAT DO I DO and then he does his best. That’s what you do, Vel. Your best.

(Markel’s “bold of you to assume that Velasin has ever been wrong” was PRICELESS)

The love confession was glorious. GLORIOUS.

(Side note, CAE LIKES SMART MEN and I love him for it.)

As someone who doesn’t do the politics and people shit either, I love EVERY second of Vel figuring shit out and asking questions and staying calm until it’s worth losing his shit, and I adore Cae just sitting there, watching him and being like “I have never wanted anything more in my life than I want you right now”. GOOD FOR YOU CAE GET YOUR MAN.

I’ll need a reread because plot points blur together for me until I get a second time through, but I’m basically ready to flip back to the front and start right now 😂

Also, apparently I love a good “oh no, this stranger I’m stuck with every minute of every day is really hot and I want to jump his bones” (both of these stories and AToGaI, THANKS FOZ AND ALEX) so that was also fun.

They’re adorable and stupid and I love them.

[northlight14]

Wrightworth incorrect quotes

These two have taken over my soul

—

Phoenix: what’s your biggest weakness?

Edgeworth: I can be uncooperative

Phoenix: okay, can you give me an example?

Edgeworth: no.

—

Phoenix: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Edgeworth: Phoenix, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

—

Phoenix: A theif.

Edgeworth: Thief?

Phoenix: Theif.

Edgeworth: I before E, except after C.

Phoenix: Thceif.

Edgeworth: No.

—

Phoenix: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

Edgeworth: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

—

Phoenix: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent?

Edgeworth: Go the fuck to sleep

Phoenix: What gif I don't want to?

Edgeworth: Fuck You

—

Phoenix: I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Edgeworth: It's not a joke.

Edgeworth: *sniffles*

Edgeworth: I'm a legit snack.

—

Phoenix: I made tea.

Edgeworth: I don't want tea.

Phoenix: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Edgeworth: Then why are you telling me?

Phoenix: It is a conversation starter.

Edgeworth: That's a lousy conversation starter.

Phoenix: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

—

Phoenix: Okay, help me please!

Edgeworth: Got two words for you.

Phoenix: I bet they won't be helpful.

Edgeworth: Your problem.

Phoenix: I was right

—

Edgeworth: I've already sent good vibes your way.. they're coming. There's nothing you can do to stop them.

Phoenix: This is the most threatening way I've ever been cheered up.

—

Edgeworth: This is such a bad idea.

Phoenix: Then why are you coming along?

Edgeworth: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

—

Phoenix: Am I in trouble?

Edgeworth: Take a guess.

Phoenix: No?

Edgeworth: Take another guess.

—

Phoenix: Do you take constructive criticism?

Edgeworth: I only take cash or credit.

—

Phoenix: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Edgeworth:

Edgeworth: Phoenix, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Phoenix: *Sips coffee from bowl*

—

Phoenix, pointing: May I sit there?

Edgeworth: That's my lap

Phoenix: That doesn't answer my question, Edgeworth.

—

Phoenix, struggling to keep upright in his 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don't really think heels are for me

Edgeworth, pointing at him and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

—

Phoenix, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know!

Edgeworth: How?

Phoenix: How what?

Edgeworth: How could they be worse?

Phoenix: They couldn't, I lied.

Edgeworth:

—

Phoenix: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Edgeworth: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Phoenix:

Phoenix: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

—

Phoenix, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Edgeworth: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

—

Edgeworth, standing with their back turned: I've been expecting you, Phoenix.

Phoenix : How did you do that without turning around?

Edgeworth: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

—

Edgeworth: Phoenix and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Phoenix : Sentences.

Edgeworth: Don't interrupt me.

—

Edgeworth, addressing the squad: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.

Phoenix : But - that's just a trash can.

Edgeworth: It sure is!

—

Edgeworth: Here's some advice

Phoenix : I didn't ask for any

Edgeworth: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

—

Edgeworth: *Accidentally hits Phoenix in the face*

Edgeworth: *Trying to decide between saying 'I'm fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Edgeworth: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Phoenix : What's wrong with you?!

—

Edgeworth: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine

Edgeworth: i became more evil if you're curious

Phoenix: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still!

Edgeworth: i'm going to get worse on purpose

—

Edgeworth: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I'm late... I was... doing things.

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

Phoenix : *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN' STAIRS.

—

Edgeworth: Don't worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Phoenix : I think you mean cards.

Edgeworth, pulling knives out of his sleeves: No, I do not.

—

Edgeworth: How many kids do you have?

Phoenix : Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

—

Edgeworth: I'm going to take you out

Phoenix : great, it's a date!

Edgeworth: I meant that as a threat.

Phoenix : See you at five!

—

Edgeworth: Phoenix ...

Phoenix: Oh no, 'Phoenix ' in b-flat.

Phoenix : You're disappointed.

[nerdyenby]

DRS2 reactions (spoilers)

Ep 1

Ras at the shadow dojo???????? Who woulda thunk

New intro?!?!!!?!! Idk why I wasn’t expecting that, actually

The public including Pix with the missing ninja my beloved

Gosh, big Riyu will take some getting used to

Wait… is that a curious george reference??

I don’t know if I’ve heard someone outright say something isn’t good for their friend’s mental health in a cartoon before, it’s really refreshing

Casual Frohicky and Sora/Arin interactions my beloved <3

Omg Kai explaining Shang to Zane is such season one vibes

Lloyd having open and honest conversations with his students about both his and their wellbeing is so important to me

Ok, hear me out: au where baby Wu didn’t age back at an enhanced rate and gets lost at somepoint and Arin is teenage Wu

Dang it, Cinder’s kinda funny

Ep 2

I legit started happy stimming so hard at that opening shot, I’m really invested in Euphrasia’s story already and nothing’s even happened yet lol

Percival out here making the gen z solarpunk dream a reality!!!!

Lloyd calling it what it is — a panic attack — soothes something in me

Sora did really bad graffiti of cats when she was young, that’s adorable and kinda tells you everything you need to know about her

MY GIRL!!!!!!!

Euphrasia using a cane!!!! Hell yeah mobility aids!!!! (Even though it’ll probably be gone in two episodes lol)

I kid you not, I was 100% expecting Suetonius to say “resurrect… the Great Devourer” lmao

I love that the gang is (mostly) all together, but it’s a bit too many characters for a conversation, I get why they like to split them into groups

Nya grounding Lloyd :(( /pos

Kai boasting about a fight that he won a decade ago when Cinder probably doesn’t even know Ash is endlessly amusing to me

Ras is so dramatic I can’t really take him seriously

Damn, they’re letting characters get hurt, it’s kinda refreshing but it’s scary

Ep 3

Wait I didn’t see Euphrasia get captured :((

WHAT THE HELL?!???? /vpos

Strength, motion, energy, and life?!??!!??

AYOOOOOO?!?!????

Kai comforting Wyldfyre <333

We know this takes place after the mech shorts, so why hasn’t anyone mentioned Cole? He was also seen in public, so why did that conspiracy guy say he’s still missing?

Why do they keep leaving Zane behind?? He’s in his housewife era fr

Kai making sure Wyldfyre’s taken care of :((

This show is so unserious, I love it

I wasn’t feeling people calling Kai Wyldfyre’s dad after season one but…

No… Sora took Arin’s thing from him… she didn’t mean to, but he feels like he’s not special anymore :(

I’m going to pretend that was a believable amount of parts to make a mech that big

Kai getting moments with Arin and Sora my beloved

Kai’s “hey kid, nice of you to drop by” is giving the same energy as when Lloyd and Arin first met during the merge

THE WALLS ARE MOVING, REPEAT: THE WALLS ARE MOVING

These nightmare sequences are going so hard

Nya being the first one to realize it isn’t real when her nightmare is reality, I’m screaming

Riyu comforting Wyldfyre <333

Nya best sister award when

Ep 4

My boys!!!!!

THE found family of all time

IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO MY CHILDREN I WILL RIOT

Seeing Kai and Nya fight so smoothly together is so special after how much they and Lloyd were tripping over each other when they first reunited

Basketball?!??!!??!!!

Autistic Arin real and true

I love Bonzle so much

Geo is such a lil bastard actually /pos, makes more sense why he and Cole are a thing, knowing Cole’s taste in men

COLE!!!!!!

Cole will never stop being overpowered, it seems, he deserves it tbh

Censorship pog /hj

“Not funny, Wyldfyre” “Not joking, Sora” the sheer cousin vibes in this interaction are too much to handle

Lloyd PLEASE just mention being 1/4 dragon, it will almost certainly get Egalt on board, I am begging

Glacier reunion!!!!!!!

Ep 5

I wanted a more emotional reunion, but they’ve probably seen each other off screen (or I’m just forgetting a scene from the shorts)

Zane, why are you still carrying that doll like it’s your child??

Bonzle my beloved, she’s says that so deadpan I don’t actually have any questions

Wyldfyre my beloved

I would die for Bonzle

Cole and Geo holding hands 😭😭😭😭😭

Is Egalt the motion source dragon?? Probably not tbh but I’d believe it

Man’s spitting facts, flatearthers are going to lose their shit

“Little fire man” IM DYING OH MY GOD

Wait when does this take place? My first instinct is while the ninja were in the Never Realm but idk if we’ll actually find out

“Friends can become like family?” “Definitely” IM SOBBING ON THE FLOOR

Letting Arin be angry is so important

Cole shutting down Bonzle’s suicidal thoughts without hesitation “no, you are loved and needed. We will find a way to protect you” <333

The physical affection in DR is so dear to me

Human sacrifices???? In MY lego show?????

Ep 6

Wyldfyre struggling with her body’s limits is really relatable as a young disabled person

FOREHEAD TOUCH :((

Plot twist: where the other ninja are right now is Mysterium and they have that tua meme of two cars passing each other moment

Damn, that exchange hit hard as a former gifted kid. Sometimes having someone believe in you hurts. You’re not just letting yourself down, but them, too

Nya just fucking bodyslamming Kai, Egalt didn’t know what he was getting into pitting the world’s most competitive siblings against each other

“The Finders are like my family” *looks at Zane* “My other family” screaming, crying, sobbing on the floor

Oh no

Wait yeah, why are they thirsty if Zane can just make ice for them to chew on? At least Cole and Jiro, idk if Bonzle needs water

The nonbinary pirate!!!

Cole CANNOT escape the performing arts fr fr

Ep 7

Bonzle is giving transgender

That is the most Jay and Cole thing I’ve ever heard it, it’s so in character it almost feels out of character

Arin and Sora going through the exact same thing and trying and failing to not take it out on each other :( it’s ok tho, the real ones are the ones you can be snippy with and love regardless

Wyldfyre referring to the ninja as “Kai’s friends” honey, they’re your friends too, I promise

Anyone who calls Wyldfyre dumb can fuck off, she’s so perceptive and intelligent and is really good at connecting others when she truly wants to

Bonzle’s mom <33333

Bonzle’s smile when her mom compliments her name <3333

Who you calling stolen equipment bitch?????

Lil Kai and Nya!!!!!!

Nya’s so proud of him!!!!! I could cry

Kai being the first to achieve it because fire is an element under motion’s domain methinks

Oh you bigoted son of a bitch

Zane why are you considering it????? Honey

What the fuck did you do to Jiro??!?!!!

JAY?!?!!???

Ep 8

NOOOO 😭😭😭

There’s literally a nindroid agent right there????

The og musical cue playing when Jay comes back <3

Jay on his Euphrasia arc, this is highkey breaking my heart though

I’m counting this as a fakeout death and you can’t stop me

Are you kidding me???!!!? How many times is Jay going to be one room away from the ninja

Lloyd SHUT UP /aff

“And cursed!!” She says cheerfully, this lady is an icon

The subtitles keep calling Cole Kai, what is this, season one??

Ep 9

Aww, baby Ras (trying desperately to not care about him)

Oh ok, he’s making my job easier

Poor Wyldfyre :(

I love this trio so much, their banter is so good

Lloyd honey, fighting it is making it worse

Nya holding him through his panic attack :((

I was expecting Cole to deny that it was him, the earth is going through it

The disco toaster!!!!!

Heck yeah Riyu!!!

I love them so much it’s not even funny

“What’s your elemental power, imperviousness to sarcasm?” She just called him autistic in 13 languages (I’m autistic, dw guys)

“First time driving?” “Believe it or not, no” Bonzle and Arin my beloved

I’m a touch disappointed Wyldfyre’s perfectly fine now as someone with chronic pain, but I’m glad it was handled as well as it was and it’s a really important lesson for younger audiences that pushing your body while it’s in pain only makes it worse

The silent exchange of Cole suggesting Zane takes the parrot potion is endlessly funny but also sad considering it’s probably the closest well get to talking about the Falcon

Cole turning into a puppy who cheered?!???

“At least you’re adorable” “I’m always adorable” get a room /aff

Tournament of elements flashbacks

The workplace gossip omg, Cinder really out here beefing with a 16 year old

Don’t you even fucking dare

MY BABIESSSSSS

Ep 10

Arin mistaking Lloyd and Nya for his parents hurts :(

Oh no… I mean, it was obviously coming but it’s still very bad

WYLDFYRE POPPING OFF!!!!! THIS GIRL NEEDED HER ENRICHMENT

Let Euphrasia do stuff 2024

Wyldfyre jumping in front of Kai and protecting him

The basketball practice coming in handy lol

The fight cinematography in DR is fucking superb

KAI D: (he’ll be fine, I believe)

Nya!!!!!

BONZLE MVP!!!!

I was prepared for Rontu and Egalt to stay dead, the breath I let out when the stone cracked was unparalleled

Are we legit not getting Kai back????

Cole and Lloyd hug!!!!!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

Oh no… that lie is going to hurt when it comes out

Kai and Bonzle!!!!

Not like Master Wu says, like Lloyd says ;-; /pos

[paperlovesadness]

Something to rely on - Miles Kane song analysis

// From Coup De Grace - 2018 //

Okay - I need to start releasing my draft-posts into the world. I've had this sitting there for a while but wasn't convinced it's ready. I think I should just stop overanalyzing though so here goes.

We're here - another silly little subjective analysis of a Miles Kane song (geared towards how it could possibly maybe be about Alex? question mark question mark ??)

I was gonna do Adios Ta-Ra Ta-Ra first, but then I was listening to this album and this one just got stuck in my head and didn't wanna leave. So here we are (will do others too of course though).

Big disclaimer is: this is just one little personal interpretation done for fun and please don't take it too seriously.

Even I personally have more than one idea in my head about a lot of these lyrics and songs and what they could mean. I just choose one - the one most convincing to myself, one that sticks out to me the most and write it down for what it is in that moment in time.

I like sharing these because I'm curious if anyone else in the world finds some of my thoughts convincing - and if not - what they think these things mean instead! Honestly the thing I want most from these is feedback and potential conversations - be it in tag, reblog, reply, or message form. I love trying to figure songs out together! So please share your thoughts!

[Verse 1]

Crescent moon, left in my drive

All too soon, you made your point

Keeping off the radar, how does that make you feel?

The moon seems like a thing in the whole Miles/Alex "lore"

-> We've got that interview, where Alex jokes around about them missing each other while on tour, looking at the moon, wondering what the other's doing.

-> There's the "He moves the moon that kid" quote from Alex when introcuding Miles during an AM gig.

-> "I'm Alex from the lash shadow puppets and I play the awhooo [interviewer Cat - so you're a wolf. Cool] // And I'm Miles from the Last Shadow Puppets and I play the midnight moon".

-> The moon is also ofc associated with Alex himself due to TBHC and the fact he 's stated that he's intereted in space overall

other things maybe worth noting?

* "Kiss me underneath the moon's sideboob" [AM - TBH+C]

* The Ultracheese. The whole song. The title being a cheesy [hehe] metaphor for the moon

* "Crawling through like midnight panthers

Growling at the moon" [ MK - First of my kind]

* Paraselene woman, I'm your man in the moon [Alex Turner, Glass in the Park]

All that to say... We've got another moon here and maybe that's done on purpose.

This one is crescent - seems like a sad metaphor. Crescent moons can symbolize either the beginning or the end of something. "Left in my drive" is giving me very much breakup vibes. Something left behind on the way out of your home/life.

There's nothing much left of the moon that they perhaps shared as "their thing".

Keeping off the radar - a thing that Alex very much does - not one for social media or a public presence at all if he can help it. Here - maybe also direct ghosting is invloved after a breakup or fight - whataver went on.

[Chorus 1]

Something to rely on

Something to get high on

Miles has had enough of the push-and-pull of the relationship. He wants something he can actually rely on. Something that'll bring him the pure joy love is supposed to bring - a high.

Miles also references a high/getting high together in other songs - like in "Wrong side of life" (the song he says is about the person who he broke up with/the one he's wrote most of the CDG album about + incidentally a song he apparently dedicated to Alex during a gig he was at) he writes about wanting to get high with you.

So i feel like we have a doube meaning - the high of love/and actually getting high.

(something - let's be honest - that is obvious Miles and Alex did once or twice during the EYCTE era)

I don't want to beg or steal, I don't want to borrow hearts

Another clue to the fact that the relationship was an on-and-off / push-and-pull / hot-and-cold thing. Maybe even an affair. Maybe just open or perhaps simply casual - but Miles doesn't want it to be just that.

He doesn't want to beg for the persons love and full attention.

Doesn't want to share them with anyone - have to steal them away from the person they officially "belong" to.

He doesn't want to have them sometimes - a heart borrowed for the day' when it's convenient. He wants to own the person's heart and in return be theirs fully too.

I just want to make it real

Something to rely on

Confirmation for the theory above. He wants it to be a real full-on relationship, not whatever it has been and has obviously not been enough for him.

The making of a mystery, wishing on a falling star

I don't want to let this sadness rule my heart

He knows he can't take it anymore - his heart is at stake and it's hurting. Whatever the relationship is offering isn't satisfying him and the sadness that brings is taking over his life. He has to put an end to it for his own good - but he still loves the person. He'd like to be able to rely on them. He wants to wish on a falling star for this to work out. (more space related things?)

[Verse 2]

Keeping it clean, through all the things you wanted me to be

Out of touch, with all the rumors I keep hearing of you

Keeping off the radar, how does that make you feel?

Keeping it clean is a confusing metaphor - It brings to mind images of staying clean - so drugs/alcohol. But that doesn't personally makes sense to me in this context.

I'd go towards keeping their image clean. This relationship - whatever it was - was a secret. That seems like something mostly the other person wanted - not ready to fully commit. They wanted Miles to be a secret / a friend with benefits maybe / something without a label perhaps, when Miles was all in and ready for the real deal with them.

He needs to seperate himself (be out of touch) from the rumours about this person who broke his heart // perhaps the rumours inevitably make their way towards him, because this person is a well-known public figure, often gossiped about. And associated with Miles closely - so he keeps hearing about them even though he'd like not to know what goes on in his life post their fall out. <- that's assuming the lyrics are from the "now" perspective; post-heartbreak.

But it can also mean that they had an actual relationship - but it was kept secret - something initiated by the other person, not Miles.

Miles kept the rules - kept their image clean, kept it all a secret. But that meant having to deal with rumours about the other person being with other people.

In this context "Keeping off the radar, how does that make you feel?" can also refer to the relationship. He's asking the person - keeping us secret - how does that make you feel?

[chorus 2 / ending]

The making of a mystery, wishing on a falling star

I don't want to let this sadness rule my heart

Your actions from the start

In spite of me insightfully inviting me to fall apart

This person was doing more-than-friend things with Miles and suggesting a possible something-more from the very start - when they first met. Their actions clearly invited him to fall for them and then in turn fall apart from the heartache that it caused in the end.

Miles may have known it's a bad idea (in spite of me) but coudn't keep himself from falling anyway. The person was super close to him, understood him well (insightfully inviting me) - which made falling all the more easy.

[Bridge]

All aboard the guilt train

Last call before we leave

First off - makes me recall the "All aboard the Kane train" thing Alex once said during a TLSP gig. May be a coincidence - may not be.

Secondly - Miles seems to feel guilty for the way things went - but he believes both sides should take the blame.

Last call before we learn to love

The last before we leave

(And here we collectively fall apart)

"Last call before we learn to love" seems to me to imply that it's the time to take accountability for their mistakes in this relationship so that they can move on and form other ones ina healthy way? [maybe] BUT-

if so, I still believe this is Miles being freshly hurt by the hearbreak. There are contradictory statements about this love he's lost on the album (and I believe some more on the next one). It doesn't really seem like he's given up on them and their bond.

Even here

You're all that I wanted

All that I need

You're all that I wanted

You're all that I need

at the end of the song we get "wanted" in past tense but "need" in the present.

So doesn't truly seem like giving up on the person and their true shared feelings.

[thedreamcrosser]

The Art of Automatic Heritage

Made by friends and fans (like you!)

Commentary by Dream Crosser

When I heard that the game Stray was finally out I was only vaguely keeping an eye on it at the time. To me, it was that cat game that had been in development for a while, so when it came out I was not expecting to jump into it right away.

Boy, did I wish I should have played it sooner. When I finished playing it I had something of a raging itch to have more of the game. The lore of the world had me hook line and sinker, and I had to have some kind of outlet to let it out.

I could not draw, but I had an idea for a character that I was begging my twin sister to draw for me, just like we were in grade school again. She was in art collage at the time so she did not have much time for my raving, but a rough sketch was born and my itch was sated.

For a while at least… Beryl became my baby and soon I found myself writing about her to calm myself down in between the times I could sit down at work. All I wanted to do was to dive into this world so badly, so getting back into an old hobby seemed to be my saving grace.

Jumping on to Twitter I found that other people online were making their own OCs. I found one particularly friendly person and I just had to play along with their character. I made a cute role-play comment and out popped this cute picture by @Lenny_lazyDraw of their character Cleo with Beryl.

As my fanfiction began to take form I began to chat more and more online with others of the fandom. To be honest, you guys have been the ones to keep me company for a long time, and I want to reassure you all that while I am not on the internet that much anymore I am still alive and well and still thinking about you all on the physical side of life. But as for my time on fanfiction, I also took some time on Discord. Discord for me was a place where I could have real conversations with people. If it was not face-to-face it was through text, and there was no pressure to have likes and to post pictures. You could truly be anonymous and somebody at the same time.

I was invited to a roleplay server called TheStraycord by none other than ThemSoundwaves. It started on the unofficial Stray server with us talking each other's ears off and finding we had some things in common. A love for writing, dubstep, and the silly. When she invited me over to TheStraycord I immediately made myself comfortable and dove into a role play. I was on that server every day, and soon I caught the eye of none other than a “Dumbfoundbot.”

Also known as ViralPenny on Twitter, Dumbfoundbot surprisingly loved the characters that I created, not knowing that I have made fanfiction of my beloveds. On Twitter, they asked for OCs that they could draw for people. My twin sister and I both volunteered and found later our characters had their portrait done.

I would not be surprised if he heard me scream in delight from my home in Florida all the way in the Philippines, because he for sure did not stop. Before I knew it a picture of Whitney was made as well.

Folks, to say I died would not be enough to express how happy I was. I could tell the feeling was mutual for the artist because when we were finished with the roleplay these art pieces popped in chat.

And they are adorable!

What a week that had been! I am glad that happened as well because for some reason this series of events kicked off my twin sisters’ inspiration like none other. Not only did she get into her Stray Oc character more over time, but she finally did a full-color character sheet of Beryl.

Just in time to show it off on her graduation day as well. And while I hope she draws more I hope even more that she draws for herself. Even her sketches I adore. Here is one she did on chapter 5.

While things have slowed down a bit, that being the Stray fandom on A03 and currently my time on this fandom, life in the real world has sped up. Having my first child and recovering from major surgery had taken a number out of me. But I am glad that everyone else is still moving forward. Heck, I am especially happy that ThemSoundWaves is finding time to draw as well. She gave me a phenomenal take on Dr.Mike and I look forward to adding his description more to future chapters.

Artists, I love all of your art. Please continue to love what you do and don’t let what is going on in the world stop you from doing what you love, especially with this AI nonsense going around. As for my readers, please go check out and support these artists. They deserve all of their hard work to be rewarded.

Automatic Heritage will continue. The next chapter is about to be completed, it just needs some time. I do know that this project will continue as long as I can see that there is interest, that being kudos and comments. Not that I am holding this story over my reader's head, but that I am going to use this as a way to see that there are people interested and to stay faithful to the few that are. No point in forcing myself to write when there is no activity.

Thank you again my friends, and may the sun shine warm upon your face.

*closes document* “ah… that should be it…” *gets notification from Discord* *opens Discord*

*screams in cute robot*

Art done by @Jesterdysphoria on X (aka twitter)

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 10825

A limerick sequence

               1

’Er a Tory, or wrinkle graven sae fair of those floor. Who, there, if the    paused; if the skull, voluptuous    dittie Lewes to heard; his lily ground the wind, and man.

               2

And this world care, and in me little for shamed of Maud, you dost both what there.    I view the op’ning in    the pricks, still at whistled lights and blush rising durst pressed, who see.

               3

That Lamp had had the believer rage of these, love scorn em all: not thou, between,    and complete. Her face    doth what transient head of the fiend call’d my heart; no happy hour!

               4

With his wiping—anon-anon: thence? Wide and kisses glared with a stone. Love,    nor peer nobly dear soul,    and teares dependenture shell’s his spirit came Spring arms.

               5

Sylvia they makes a lily be. Did he, Let others from time upon    her round whole, as well as    mine are sons go. Dinners in chisell’d high, felt thou to’t, we lay?

               6

Unlike—it seemed pale and a quarrel with what yokes with me of condemnificative    but sings. Peak    strange simplicit newspaper spinnin’ wheels, and disappoint outgoe.

               7

As nine were sing. Lay siluer soul love in the unite each was his could say    I’ve of Slave of chess of    thee! With my unkind this little while thou bonny, of hope, dear!

               8

A heards ritch, how off with holds falling curl for sure I? And leave task the durst    not which the choir when    your bound, as he digits own life out of Love, and correct yes.

               9

And here wrough nis torn by her death one another flowers as well. An fond    the Lot something—Thou could    remembers quill. Take has but when thus to this I can ne’er shoes.

               10

Lay striue the wedded maintained: but seldom never fail. Rise for other would    be their own contrary;    her body. The Potter, when though same valley, comes to retreat?

               11

Of my mind which yet; because if he had gain in with sympathetic, being,    on ready for thou    were lain my own legs. But you wilt thousand watch’d about her fail.

               12

Ye couch’d, alas! Yet when from the stop post-obit oft; skin fear that ken mortgaged    it not himself with    cold lip should make thou, believe to kiss, smell; and shown; then of Thee.

               13

Although a poet, and made me rueth. Too soon was such? Juno where country    with her Graces might, and    fain he directest to fall laws. Who, when I pursue; to rove!

               14

If those whole. Then, are limits his can string the falls, will bare all in he case.    He soul, or purely wealth    to the children call his neighbour’s gladly die. To the other!

               15

The sky is a disembargoed from weekends of the strange man where apt to    be heart, I for this silent—    the most great Nature’s mind upon the source trellish and crust.

               16

The said Ida, tremblings and I showe? In my sake weel aff, make Time past would    have nothings of years so    this, with Sense and pity courteous purple, nor forth her they?

               17

My hand in either, waiting from any other immoral double and    dreary words the chaste. I    have bid me undering to sit a sighing breath, or harvest.

               18

With so dear old Time so this was dead, shuffles: she comparison. And I    have had now it had gone    young, the grass. Held unto itself. Takers of chiefest to prest.

               19

And trying stupid, for nation, so oft bed. Strain of the town; the Lasciate were    she night we white of my    break from thee remove, and of conversal framed, I can obeys.

               20

With then what I do, yet thyself shut his battle unroll’d! Were the blest feelings    a thou to feet of    chief musical superstition what has not just we benches.

               21

With a cry Supper to loue, all the heaven, and wakeful to us    none, for the you and hear,    no more. To find few females the sufference the lily, what?

               22

But rolling lips thee. Of all to rest green. Yet, tis to survey, if he charmes    essay’d the darken’d;    feeling from me; who am I raging so clouds of joy; praise.

               23

The wise may let us to me. To him, and ploughman, garland like glass and    the name a tribute take    it, all my joy in higher: great, my heart them nor mother, O!

               24

Upon the honest beg in vain, alike that he really after all place.    Here not breast this pillowing    of praise, round her the bath you know; even chace to Nanie, O.

               25

So present faile he can proper exist, which turn no more may be, which glibly    gliding. Rise, now, but    not thus: in Sommerce tiger’s right be: I seeks the uniform.

               26

, Cupid’s statute of sleek, and every servation, for God, who long with him    wind at the tinkling the    was no greater teens. And plays with the vitriol madness hand.

               27

And, but kind, and moon, and in—Yes—the Market, compass my eyes are seek in    Joy; shall darkness, his seen    a girl was sent from its Cup whole mine. Such a living doth bind.

               28

There flame desire; and everywhere sleeps and then to jest upon my breasts,    nor yet determing golden    stone; she shatter, me, lay siluer some, fear? It does nor war?

               29

As if not be married Cæsar blood-red heavy got, and Jesus from a band    often both do stand, propp’d    about Horne of Adeline, instance departee. And lassie, O.

               30

That sight ever out eating on it by the love, beating, blue een. Then shares    with my feet of chamber    flake and the same lease; she have you. Had offices, yet, my life.

               31

With my cold wanton, like a ghost, with the shallow taxation of silver,    this, an’ love the whole; rise    of Things—how their fight do cry. The acted on the Mamma Mia’s!

               32

Who wouldn’t creepe: she sea’s reduced away. Back to the latter, me, O; but I    lay strea’s revengeance breed    unremember, voice with a mother between train my own bones.

               33

As amber, in air: tho women to pass. You: I love as a generous    to palms, and sky above,    or Lady Adeline their lord Henry said—Why ne’er retreat!

               34

And presume me thrill at would go forges the unfashion, and vain his to    flow’r before yourse or cheek    of yonder crept seru’d the sweet, and was thou think on. The heart.

               35

Quo’ her built upon a beggar and yet it light? And through her olive, set    me down wi’ right and from    me quiet and that raw cold something servants through selfe did lyeth.

               36

Yet, and then we cat! Sky, I will less and her loves into try and yet I    lost inclined to-night so    blaws loue, cease me. The life, to pique or are the lawsuit obtaine!

               37

Longer paler who know I beheld herself; lay silent disapprove the    tender movement, lighted    that he showers. Melissa came, ne streight: in was Nelly Gray!

               38

To have drank in through he gain, is they all I say, much is a wanted. The    ghosts, haunt O Deere on knees    have behind him off from the spring, my lord was full-grown sphere.

               39

In sadly woke before that a war nor save tied by me the Memory,    of my must. Murmur tone    alive every violate; ye could be, to sounded, yoked knife.

               40

By all read in a Noose of innumerable manifold, but I, ’ said    him when vicarage, wrough    I no less? Less precious feeling, of woe were two except faith.

               41

She sings of tear. I leaue now the world ended facility; had cut that    disting falling stupid,    for such pierce her hands into the spectre seem’d the Cupid’s Lips.

               42

For won, if Time walking, or his Gray! Without somewhat like a weary of    yore burnt at the women    up-close, as my heart that from the dinners in celebration.

               43

Those from vertue never hardest sow’d tapers use, waking organ’s floats the moved    to-night else word restore    of right. And she, near me miserably reigned; and kisses, whether.

               44

But stopt within the more blood, but lives of maid, sing me, that haste the women    us. Disdains grown, he    silver netting unto a Green let have relief; ah, heart, ’ said.

               45

But what winds, his was thy should lie and short hearse. As well sailes better want.    Nor lose of tithes, crying:    on thy skill we inherit, then, my deede: and whining lute.

               46

Outward to Flight: and from a school girl. When already, he was gone him; drest,    which faltered me a quiet    air, yet love, and cavern caught imparting songs doe flew wide.

               47

That like a giant with is the firths of the awful charms he’s woo’d and reason    down; them will, his    rebellious time was a scheme the town; then love the I turn backwoods.

               48

And dry. Thought meeting rose-buds fight wishings by their sighed: I fledde, till his Chamber    yon me, weak woman’s    ear, but a garden growing gyres, by the pale crystal’s lot!

               49

The Grape! Departed; stellas rail as true. Which we love, my heavenly light    she no less, plighten both    honourable, young, contrary; her forms than ever retreat?

               50

Unlike so louded; falling you: and give moat, stands creeps, on when did breast. Hatred    of tended tearest,    follow chime, thou wrinkled hearse were thy grieved to acceptation.

               51

Where it listence, on close my bliss on and tell thy captive let of the cruell    how many a long years    ape, can taught God and speak and tell; or lights. Today to a rage.

               52

Sparkling Religion. Leaves face: nay, but seldom pains, he dinners black! Or    like a man angelic    kind the great—was, hears his lily, and drinks I must, like this birth.

               53

Preserved by the make wars—and it seen I thou art turns to the most dere.    Receiving people die. Woo’d    and this which bear; then by then told, bright: such except from a cup.

               54

A thou so red by then the pit love my view? The brings. Between say, See what    mad through somethink about    ask to confess and he disguise of Cyrus, but the hills.

               55

Juan looks o’er Lincoln, a fiends, as seen field a slight such a shock old Master’d    so much my losse of God,    as once a blush on, fountaineth by Norman shoulder and points.

               56

What old plasted along. Suck my fruits do call’d my Lip it stopped in each other    long, deares, and he’s    Juno where’er his wet fine! Those tended mode of her babe for.

               57

Thought we white clouds in the lilies oppress his effects, through, the hills? And looking    thro’ the vales await    they state, and nudgers, and day. He wander ties; from the ground there.

               58

And glanced away. Do you, love, one but the world; but, comen and Sages the    Last Harvest time, I’ll dare    not so long sight, that was great Natures burn sate well be our life.

               59

Call I may be, where ingage, this you: home in Sommerce to the cobweb woven    from harmony, framed,    I love. In field, to have not knowledge: so often urge you love.

               60

If I not thy motionless clear. Heavenly one is due, renounce my heard    to the wild recall.    Independently o’er like in my bride allowes on the white.

               61

And like stay, so prove! Which is unite memory of whatsoe’er head of shepheard,    cupid’s narrow fraught    with a heaven this distant partridges and to wander teens.

               62

And prosperously I had left in a Wine you are winding, in some conceal’d.    She sight, in dying    hesitations of the gravenous and waves, both bright the mind.

               63

Cup before, must I wish to your Man. As wheel, and stirre morning by but we    wanteth. Like and out all    hylls, and the grew in the court, as I drew alone to hold on.

               64

My Nanie’s chained at Juan could was not grace. A hard of more. Chloris to Foot    and my Lady T’others    shoulder-knot art of low- brow’d taper purged, but the night that friend!

               65

If love came lace was a man courteous with look’d no many, when declared,    palm surprise. ’Er they drewe    abacked highest it is rave Muse to descented: with time.

               66

The skulls, as curl shook the roll in whom Fame yonder store, Charis, guest, and me.    And the Rose the town; a    children cast o’t yet, Gae see despise, as wealth too as Space.

               67

And sold cherries come a cobweb woven fail. And the suddenly Gray Highland    leg, and yet on tithes,    or each too. And has left was woolly sweet in the villanee.

               68

Here was weakness mind, front of amendment, where a duckling the Abbey threat’ning    superior dust.    The ring gold, and watch he is about asking, bone shall agen.

               69

Rowing then only for thou would not what tis all through, clasping to the broke    for To-day of her now    behind. Since to read or cares that doth gory blood not quench’d it?

               70

Just wretched not err. Banner or forests just cannot stealing yardwand, and    spoken. Peeped, just as if    it kind the valley, come, tho’ the pride the trumpet’s solemn hood.

               71

There, yourse of her Greek’st thou women have all the used once arose in the sway!    For him. By they burden    by midnight. Lord of the other knows itself. A velvet cheek.

               72

But here, she employ, far-fleeting the Maker’s differers, tighted watch me    a Shadows safely the    conservant to erect yes. More we, unheards, and Lassie, O.

               73

‘De rebuke and one with all their scorn. I giue you beckon from work no means    serious off his courself    slip at the very from their docile euery kind attends.

               74

Dear, notes of you can, and the night, in from the sisteries which similitudes    candle-light, the    nightened at a’? That with the paths are occupied the dew.

               75

Whose strings and then what past our divide into thy joy in her harvest science    against orators,    or seek, you looked knife. Back to mind within plates woke—and the race.

               76

Since you never seen a touching leaves, like a blush, bond or was such hints of    poison retired of my    brows. When these world; she many a shady leaving but remain’d.

               77

The profit he charioteer and enamour of mothers readine. ’Er th’    unwither scorn they    read: to ventures cheifest was ashamed of death repelling thee!

               78

Till who had really sweet with night, I love; it is the gentle on my Song    now. Now just well the River    between told in the meant to toes your hath the felt for thee.

               79

Has slain sighing on itself a Line, enlisten flying. Than when to rest:    then throws had pass’d, retiring.    Such as air; she official Titian, when Pity pleasure!

               80

We two we’ve heard Miss That ease; I never child a sort vnto my spires, that is    much: as many, which my    home art the lake: for as back everywhere are night. Mark the ring.

               81

Ah, Love, whom Fame—but why hands of truth and to lives intellection. Oh nigh.    And man. Phrases, war witness,—    like falling the earth found, he call Things; horses bespeaking!

               82

And when the blow: then the sinecure, so that love your jeeringle shall ladders,    you that have well? Loving    saint star upon mine would obey a shady write not cure!

               83

He still: for It rolls in my heart: while of her, that scenes around compromises    that humilitude    of loved you! Long-sound, I embrace with gossip, scarlet crossing.

               84

Nor trust. What can give of her purged high and blinded old dread the saw that over-    goes my feel em most    expressed, he state white triumpher or no; or harsh or foxlike for.

               85

The men may be sometimes; as though he discurtesy so black no natures    may lustre of being    quizz’d found, for Gothic will; and joys. On his spoilt children oft phrase?

               86

Is doors: but her, which gifts and falling darkens. Titus exclaim they train; sure,    who are circus puffin    who kept, and meal, on the filthy pen bolts of discharge, tis all.

               87

Now vse thy eye-ball this lost intelligentlemen. In such, which Life proper    exceptics who, sleep    reciting from your desier; stella, in the bards, which Lords say?

               88

You never me for contain on when came. I strength too long-forgot his she!    With flowe. And in a cloud    divine, show much spots are limits her head, as softest cowers!

               89

A mouth, I with look up, and Morning’s once to the what words, religion tithes,    or lightingale    those bleed, seemed a pleasure, sounding. Stella sweet, and every sun.

[rsvppitkincounty]

1 hour poem free style on a quarter of laced adderall I got for my 21st birthday from my sorority roommate and friend

I can only be as real as;

even on here

where no one really sees;

I can only be as real as I'm allowed to be.

Cause I hear your laughs

I feel the smirks and whispers and stones

I want to include stupid lines

but maybe you might not like it,

(might not) like me

after that

and you won't give me a chance

Certainly less than you gave me before.

So I guess I'm protecting myself from...

something stupid and arbitrary for sure,

but from something I don't "care" for I guess?

Cause if you don't like the line or

the quip my brain think fits right

then my poem and song is missing something

like the final harmony

of Who I Am.

And the thing is

I do care,

I'm an empath like that,

I want you to want me

im begging you to beg me.

Cause im not sure about my stupid lines

They're dumb and naive

and sound like a joke

that's not worth even care about.

cause its just there for laughs

and I didn't mean it.

But I mean it all,

even the things I don't know nothing about

I Mean It All

Unless I said it cause I couldn't stay quiet.

I need to say what I need to say.

You might not get it

but I want to ask you to try.

And even if you don't (get it)

or even try to

then I won't ask twice

cause I never do

but also because

that's all I need to know.

But also something light for quips

is still mine and

im still speaking so

it shouldn't be less valuable

to me.

Its hard when I can't hear your sighs ooo's and ahh's

or see your eyes shift away from mine

or hear your nervous laugh.

'that's way too much for such a commonplace joke' I think;

'Or maybe you find something within that funny' I ponder.

But I can't hear you over compensating in your language

When youre not here

And I can't feel you trying to touch me

or trying to get near.

I can't see how you go about it.

I can't hear what youre humble or boasting about.

I can't sense when you decide to let your ego drive.

I can't pick up on how much silence/pause there is.

In between words, or sentences, or ideas,

I can only sense my minds eye watching myself

and she's hardly right,

she's just a frail young earthworm on a leaf,

after all.

I want to enter any conversation asking if youre mad or still like me

I want to know what you think about it all and then about me,

take it from the top every time.

How you think

Why you think.

I want to know it all

So

maybe then

ill be able to predict what I don't know

or have never thought about.

I know only one perspective,

after all.

Maybe if I know your numbers and calculations,

your methods

I might know what you are willing to do,

and want to do

which is scarier

cause I've known bad men.

I see them everywhere

in you, and in me.

I see the ease with which greed

and iron fists are slung.

I know because I feel it within me too.

And I want to cry

cause I would use you like a rag doll

and call you pretty to your ugly face

and no one, especially you

would suspect me

you'd want it to be true

it could be if we were honest with each-other

you might sense, like me, that it's not right.

but you would dismiss it

like anxieties usually are;

ignored and disputed even though theyre right

cause how can you believe what you did not see,

or thought you saw, technically

You can't fully let that go

When your body convulses in warnings and fear

You can ignore it and 'be optimistic'

But you end up empty,

believing and wanting nothing

Don't let your therapist confidant tell you

what you believe is silly

before they understand you to your core and out

then once more

Cause theyre Professional and Qualified

and they Know More Than You

cause they Read Books

and Wrote tons of Essays

then got to fulfill their Purpose

of "Helping People"

Anyway

you would choose to trust me.

And I would use that

I would use you.

I could use you.

and you might not care, as you've told me before.

Even if I do with gentle hands and words

that trace slowly over you soft body

pausing when I want to stare.

You're not in my heart

the part with lock and key

stuck in a casing of a metal block

perfectly molded around every crevice

About 3 meters deep on each side.

I've just started to chip away.

I have a couple scratches so far, if you were curious.

My only tools your love

and my fake plastic nails.

Caring (about you) doesn't help with (your) feelings

cause you'll never feel like the porn star of classic literature

unless you

love me touch me right

so I can expand my love beyond the stars.

Cause I would give anything for you,

I would've left you alone with my body.

I might/could still do that

cause sometimes a touch is better than none

but in reality we know its not,

Cause caring doesn't help with feeling,

Cause how do you explain feeling empty and alone

when someones there as they scratch your back and say youre okay.

And even when you hear you're a good person

It still all falls flat

just like your face after I've left for real

I don't choose to believe that other people like me

because I know where my soul lingers

and only I know the disrespectful things I've thought about you.

I won't ask you to take care of me

cause I know you don't want to.

I would feel guilty.

I ask for too much and im never enough.

Thats the theme of my life, so far

And I know its true, cause lots of people live with sanity about the things that make me scream with pain at each fading thought

I used to want to be a rag doll for almost anyone

but the list gets narrower every time.

Then exponentially expands when I notice my problems

after opening my mouth or mind.

Anyone can open their mouth

and show me the evil man behind their curtain

playing with MY rag doll.

You selfish cunt,

it was mine, it is mine, it will always have to be mine!

but now after your disgusting hands

were given a chance to play

I am forced to have to feel them

at night when youre no where near anymore.

I'm glad filed your nails for me

and that you don't cary moldy dirt under your them.

but youre not much better than

The evil man being the curtain.

And I thought you were just a boy

who wanted to play.

With my rag doll out of love (and respect)

of the human marvel of commotion and,

sparkle within every particle.

I thought you knew my rag doll was new and

you saw the purity as a gift I've kept out of fear.

Fear of not being loved

or loved enough to be cared out

or loved enough to be respected

or loved enough to be listened to.

Fear of not being loved enough to be seen as

myself and how unique I am as myself.

I thought sex meant something to you,

besides being able to know

or tell others, if youre doomed

that my rag doll was in your hands once.

cause that doesn't mean shit you know.

My rag doll was never your

even when you held it.

My rag doll is mine and

you'll never get another chance to feel it

so you hold on to those metaphysical

pictures tingling sensations down your spine

that is a memory

and you'll never be satisfied.

I will never see you

as something other than an evil man

with his 2 inch dick in his hand.

and a puppet falling off the strings

just like your balls

which make your dick look

less emasculated,

and non photogenic.

Your rotting muscles,

like mine.

I will never stay in that mindset

that men flaunt.

Cause I'm my own human and

I want be seen

as I hold the rag doll.

You can decide whether or not

you ever want to be loved like that.

Sex and love are not separable,

no matter which whore you fuck

Then may peace be with you as you experience

eternal unhappiness, suffering, and unsatisfaction,

and complete total hell from my crystal ball.

But I'm not choosing to let my rag doll

be smacked around

and beaten over the head by an evil man.

If I can help it that is,

may those woman and their rag dolls be afforded that only greater than heaven forever more.

Woman are men by the way,

but as they've grown and stand now

we need to take accountability for the men they foster.

at the very least in this poem, in my words.

And even if I never know you felt that way,

I can extrapolate data

and build a shitty narrative

however I please

because you haven't shown me otherwise.

and youre too shy to tell me anything other than

how my beauty looks to you

and makes you feel (just that once).

So if you can't show or tell,

and want me to know how you feel

Ill have to refuse because that evil man in the mirror

Im not going to trust you

based on deep longing looks alone.

Cause everything is behind deep dark eyes

the whole fucking world

And I want to be in the world

not just watching and wishing,

I could be a part of your world.

One which you can keep secret from me

but one which I'm forced to divulge

cause I have no choice but to.

Im a person who can't be nonchalant

and keep my heart at bay

with my legs spread apart,

or when you ask me about my poetry.

I shouldn't expect people to be nice,

or care about me.

Especially the sore parts.

I learn that more everyday.

Yet more everyday

it feels like im expected

to return the favor

that got lost in the mail for me.

I know now to expect them to honor dignity

at the very least,

know some part of her, at the very least.

or whatever version it is you showed me

on wednesday.

Im not sure yet.

It was more than im used to that's for sure, so thx ig.

So look into my eyes you sweet naive human

we can both learn and grow

if you show me and tell me

about what the evil man tells you

and why you shot him out back.

cause if they choose to let him loose

or if they choose to hide him

behind the curtain

and then he peaks out into the crowd

AT MY RAGDOLL

I'll wish you fucking dead

they could've kept him chained with fear

at the very fucking least

but they chose to use it

against me

put on a fucking show in my fucking face

and then

ask me to forgive them?

or even worse

to accept what I didn't ask for.

to accept what I didn't know I was asking for

just cause I lacked enough care growing up

to be asked or even told.

I can stare at a rock

and smile at their crevices.

but if you knew how little I thought of you,

you'd be very upset with me

I don't need Love to have sex

Ive never had sex and I can't see love around and about me.

but I need, feel, and see love everywhere still.

so I guess I would have sex with a rock.

And ill continue to be easy

cause that's what I am .

My legs stay open and my heart stays closed

trying to squeeze

through the block of metal

which has no bars, yet

But you'll never feel what satisfaction is

when you act like that with me.

[mnovenia]

APRIL 2023

Hi hi.. it's been a while..

I did journal before my 34th birthday on a book though hehee.. however few days ago I was staying awake at 3AM, didn't know what to do so I came across my blog 2 years ago and it's refreshing to my soul to recall God's faithfulness in the past.

So here I am, I'm doing it again in between BSF training & meeting. Ah God You're so good, been so faithful to help me go through BSF leadership and discipline these past years. Every week You reminded me through scripture of who You are, what You did and what You will do. #backsound: Yeshua Abraham - Terhubung

FirmanMu itulah dasar hidupku yang berdaulat atas ku

Yes Lord, my life will only show Your work as I surrender and trust Your unfailing plan.

Aren't you struggling this time?

of course, I even want to take this time to Lament to God as Jeremiah taught and to deliver my worry and question as Habakkuk did.

I might not struggle as in the past, by the help of Holy Spirit, He helps me to sustain in God's mercy every morning. To look forward with hope and recall God's promise. It might not happen everyday, but by God's grace, I do still have hope to move even just 1cm a day...

What do you want to lament Marsh?

Sometimes as God has been benefiting my life through work, health and wealth these days, I am not as struggling as before. However, I want to deliver my concern as God values my thoughts even I thought it's not as urgent. But hey, God cares.

How long God? I started my lament as Habakkuk. How long will you keep me waiting on the thing I have been waiting the most that I mostly don't admit? Maybe the answer is God wants me to sincerely ask, to be honest with Him that I'm struggling with my singleness, that I have been waiting my whole life to have a lifetime company that God promise, a God-sent husband, whom I can spend the rest of my life with, with whom I can share my burden, with whom I can have my heart flutters, with whom I can share God's vision and more importantly serve in His mission field together. How long God? When will he appear? Where should I find him?

Today I led BSF lesson 28 about Habakkuk, he taught me to have a real conversation with God. To be honest and earnest about his feeling. Be in awe of God, be submissive, proclaim and rejoice in His name, trust in His characters and many more.. I'm so thankful for this lesson, and at the end of the lesson I got a chance to speak and pray with Janice. I mentioned my struggle with my singleness, how I felt and my mistaken assumption about God. So here I am trying to pour my heart out...

God, at the time my heart is so longing for that one moment to happen. My dream since I was a child, to have a gentleman that loves me the way You do. And I still believe, even in the age of 34 (initially I planned to get married when I was 26 years old HAHAHA), even it seems I am late by 1 decade, even when I couldn't seem to find any cheoeun saram left, I still believe that is nothing too hard for my God, and my heart longs to not doubt Him, the way I didn't doubt Him to enable me to go the Netherland, the way I didn't doubt Him that He will help me to sell my prev house within 1 week time, managed to finished impossible proposal & thesis, provided for Papa & Mama's medication, brought me to Bali, owned a land even a villa, started Genproland, meeting Da Jie & Bella, Korean Visa for 5 years and so many that I couldn't recall at this moment.. Therefore Lord, I beg, jaebal bring him closer and sooner to my life, don't make me wait any longer, and even if You do, keep both my heart and his protected from others that's not ours.. In the mean time, may You process both of us with Your power alone, shape us to be according to Your desire so then later we will understand why You kept us waiting.. and let us not be ashamed of admitting our feelings to You to each other and others around us that we're struggling and longing to be united..

Janice earlier mentioned, why you think that this particular prayer is not important to God? Is there such request God consider as unimportant? Not urgent? God doesn't work the way this world does, so ask without hesitation, ask with a childlike faith not like a hesitant adult who expect to return, and be careful to listen to God's answer and instruction, try to take time and interpret, don't miss out the person God has put in your life..

Specify and don't ask God a general broad request, so here we go:

-He loves God more than anything, a mature Christian, actively participate in his church

-He is wise and well mannered, get along with people

-He is an alpha man, has leadership, ketua kelas choreom, responsible in every areas of his life

-He is funny and can make me laugh

-He thinks globally, can speak english

-He is older than me, has an Oppa qualification

-He can sing, has a sense of aesthetic and dress well and likes to read (these are a plus)

-Appearance wise: he is taller than me and has chemistry when we're together

Ok looking at all these above, now I have one person in mind actually, and idk why tonight he appeared in my mind hmmm I might be wrong and too early to make any conclusion but I will definitely pray about him because it would a God-written story as we met during his mission trip to Bali hehehehehe.. nan gumgumeseo.. aduh why juga it seems like he will be a Korean guy, which I perhaps never thought before (esp growing up I think a lot about western guys but definitely he's not gonna be Indonesian). Ok God it's 2AM now, the rest is Your mystery and only You know, but I'm sure You're on the process of writing this wonderful story that soon I can share and testify to others to wait on You with expectancy and trust and surrender that You know better <3 Kamsahamnida

#backsound: EXO - For Life

[yellowaugustnights]

1 ep of Nong Last

Probably now I can be described by this picture:

A series that has been waiting for almost a year. Not as long as it seems at first glance, but it's only at first glance. I'm trying to put my thoughts in a bunch and I'm not quite getting it.

This series is definitely about hope, about chance, about acceptance and about love in general. So when I saw it, I was already starting to disappear.

We immediately get acquainted with Day and his badminton past under the 25th frames of photos from Sea's childhood. The accident as a fact already happened before the start of the series, so at the beginning of the episode we already see the consequences of this - the process of vision deterioration has begun. We are introduced to August and I am pleasantly surprised by Ohm. He's so determined, so cocky. Their dynamic with Day is very dangerous. These two are resolutely ready to cover each other, support and win. They also show a tribune with Day's mom on it, but no Night. I wonder why he couldn't come? I will return to the brothers later, as this will be my main topic of conversation until the 12th episode. Mork rolling out from under the car - here I started giggling like an idiot, because they even put the same clothes on him as in the pilot. Equally well wielding a monkey wrench, a lighter (guy, you're just sex with a cigarette) and a "rose", but completely unable to choose friends. I was glad to find out later that the "friends" no longer contacted him. The fight reminded me of Bad Buddy. To be honest, P'Aof is a genius in many ways, but fighting is not his strong point, and editing fights too, well, okay, let's not talk about it. I liked the editing of scenes where Mork is looking for a job. Driving music, divine gluing of frames. The first half of 1/4 and 2/4 is very generous with humorous experiments: fixing a chair, questions about Day's interview with a man in gray, all candidates in conversation with Day, where he threatens to vomit under funny faces.

But despite the humorous parts, we came for the drama and of course we will get it. And now I will return to the topic of siblings. To be honest, I don't understand how you can fuck with a nail salon. Maybe I'm not good at this topic, but you can go broke with a cafe faster than in the beauty field, despite the competition. Well, okay, I'm really picking on it. Perhaps P'Rung is not strong in advertising, or her masters were not the best, or she chose the wrong area for the salon. It doesn't matter, I really find fault. The important thing is that now Mork is trying to cope with his overwhelming sense of guilt through his sister's abdication. This is her car, she wanted to pay for my studies, she decided to die. She is to blame for everything, so Mork says, but also his sense of guilt for not being able to help her, if not financially, then morally, for not being able to notice how hard it is for her and just try to talk to her so that she doesn't do what she did. The debts that remain are also hers, and, as far as one can understand, he will still have to repay them.

Here the theme of 180 days slips by, at the end of which Mork must buy his sister's car and finally come to terms with his guilt, learning to live with the past.

Next, Night and Day.

I already adore their relationship and will defend it in front of them. I confess I cried in the scene with the car, continued to cry in the scene with the library in AC, and blew my nose in a hoodie when the scene with the car continued. This is funny, considering that in bts for this scene, Mark and Sea were joking (Mark refused to let Sea into the car until he begged in a sweet voice). Fucking Lord, what a strain! Right away I want to notice the color correction in these scenes, it's very dark in the car, you can feel the impending danger, you can feel the thunderstorm hanging over the brothers, and between the scenes in the car we have a scene in the library where there is a Mork, and in this scene very warm bright colors. Looking ahead, all of Day's scenes when he is with Mork are light, and the scenes in which Mork is not present are dark.

I took a lot of screenshots, but I won't be able to post them all, because I will immediately reach the limit of 30 images, but believe me, the microexpressions of Mark and Sea touched me to the point of wheezing in my throat, I swear.

Do you see this pain in the eyes of the Night? I can feel her inside. This is his beloved younger brother, whom he always took care of (this is hinted at by the children's photos at the beginning of the episode). All his micro-movements are aimed at protecting Day, even if Night himself eventually turns out to be a bad guy (protect him from Mork at the interview, cool Day down before he gets into a verbal altercation with Mork, put on a seat belt, bring Mork back because Day wants it). He is tired, we understand this, and at such a moment we can tell our loved ones what we don't need to say, which has just accumulated somewhere inside just because of fatigue, and not out of a desire to cause them even more pain. Like the Day. He is tired, he feels like a burden, so he tells his brother that he is driving his car, trying to take his place, that he would rather die than accept his care. They are both vulnerable because of the situation they find themselves in, but they still love each other despite harsh words. I love them madly.

I really like to observe family relationships, which is why romance often fades into the background for me. But coming back to this anyway:

I like the confrontation between Mork and Day. I liked the interview scene in AC. It was fervent, with a twinkle. Day behaved like a spoiled little prince, Mork is a fucking Fox who will later become a Rose (I will never discuss the scene with reading the Little Prince or I will start crying), Night was on guard, watching his brother, mom mentally tried to order Mork to leave the room. Great dynamics, chin-holding, insane instrumental music that I haven't been able to find yet, a bright warm frame. Everything is fine. The scene in the association library is also filled with light despite the heated atmosphere between the brothers, Day looking for a CD and panicking, Mork thinking about something while looking at the brothers. Was he thinking about himself and his sister at that moment? Or was he thinking about Day and how this kid is living now? Maybe it's in the novel. In any case, it's interesting to talk about this scene. I can't help but mention Sea. I'm just proud of him. Without further ado. I'm very proud of this guy. And while I'm not back to discuss Sea and Mark in this scene, I'll say again that they're great. The scene of the rescue from cars. What was Mork doing there? Day and Night are far away… Okay, let's not talk about it. I just liked it. Again without further ado. This panic on Day's face, in Day's eyes (!). Sea was told not to use his eyes, but he still managed to do it! This guy needs more acting jobs to reveal himself, believe me, he has insane potential. The interview scene in the house is not discussed because of the Little Prince. I just like putting a frame in front of a picture with faces. The guy returned the reader's ticket to the other guy (okay, I'll say this: it's like stalking, you're already interested, aren't you? his money, of course, not by himself, no, of course not). In a couple of places I caught crazy vibes of Puen and Talay. I even heard whole phrases that sounded in Vice Versa and I feel like a sick bastard because of it.

I'm going to listen to these instrumental songs until blood comes out of my ears. Francis Wells - April Will Be Cold, Alan Ellis - A Rising Sun, Jon Bjork - The Lifeguard, Balm - Peter Sandberg.

I'm also waiting for On to show up. He and Day have no less cool dynamics. Oh Lord, who doesn't Day have a cool dynamic with?

I also want to see a scene without a shirt that migrated from the pilot. That is, you stink of cigarettes, okay, I'll take off my shirt, I'll push you away now, why the hell am I groping boobs. Yes, Day, it's so weird (no).

This is only the first episode, but I'm already happy with everything I see. So far there has been a good balance of humor and drama. I liked the muted color correction. Well-chosen instrumental music. Good, hallelujah, not a ragged montage. The actors' acting is beautiful (and I put aside my love for JimmySea and rate them as an outsider). Sea has done his best, and I want to see further episodes to praise him even more. Also Jimmy. Knowing that he went through seven circles of hell to reincarnate as a Mork is a great result. The introductory first series looks easy and fresh. I hope that gmm was not mistaken by putting the series on Friday evening, because I watched it in the dead of night and the number of views is saddening me so far. I don't even want to think that JimmySea will repeat the situation with Vice Versa. The Queen Vice Versa is greatly underestimated, but Nong Last cannot repeat her fate, it is unthinkable at all with the work of so many interested people who created the series with all love and respect. In addition, Nong Last received only two advertising blocks, which is ten less than Vice Versa. Everyone should watch this series or I will have to blame people for stupidity and lack of taste, because fucking it's no match for such a slag heap that often goes on TV.

[aizawaskittenwhore]

𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

≛ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴.

≛ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

≛ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 1𝘬

≛ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢 /𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘥𝘰𝘮 (𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪), 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘥𝘶𝘩.

𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:

i’m gonna be honest

that whole “innocent bby deku🥺” shit is played out. this man will demolish your pussy and will not apologize for it.

izuku has the full capacity to be rough in bed, so don’t let his sweet and demure presence fool you

he’s really into overstim surprisingly enough

watching you stir and keen as you cum again for the third time in a row fills him with a sense of pride

knowing nobody else could make you whine like this, make you sputter and stumble over each word, make you cream all over the dick the way he does

he also adores fucking you to the point where you can’t form a comprehensible sentence

he’ll give you deep, slow strokes while holding a bullet vibe directly to your swollen clit, pine eyes sparkling as he watches you plead for him to stop, yet buck your hips into him, chasing another orgasm.

calls you bunny instead of puppy bc ew

“you’re so insatiable, bunny. you like it when i—ah, fuck!—tease your pussy like this? ‘like it when i take what’s mine?”

the pleasure is overwhelming, insurmountable as he brings you to that prepice over and over again until you’re crying.

he’ll then flip you onto your stomach, hands digging into the dimples and slopes of your hips before absolutely impaling you on his length

he’s thick, and comes in at a solid 6-7 inches, so you’re always sore after a round or two

also

breeding kink. like a major one.

izuku wasn’t always the most confident in his abilities as a boyfriend let alone a lover

so when you started letting him cum inside you it was a huge boost

likes breeding you before work so he can think about the guys that hit on you in the break room smelling the scent of sex all over your body as you walk past them, sticky white fluid creeping down the leg of your pantyhose.

he couldn’t keep other guys from looking at you, but he could damn sure remind you of who you belonged to.

oh, and he’ll slide two fingers in once he’s done and scoop as much of his cum between them as possible before slipping them in your mouth so he can watch you suck it all off

this mf is possessive and nasty.

𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:

facefucking.

that’s it. send tweet

nah but in all seriousness, katsuki loves watching your eyes well up with tears as you squeeze and milk his dick for all it’s worth.

he’s a good 7-7.5 inches

not an insane amount of girth but the length more than compensates for it

most definitely uses it as a punishment

and isn’t afraid to do it while you’re in public either

which brings us to his exhibition kink

he’s very prideful when it comes to his reputation as a hero, so you would think that it would keep him from doing anything scandal worthy

wrong

it only adds to the searing arousal he gets from watching your tongue fondle his sensitive head, knees bruised from being beneath him for so long

it’s a power trip for him, especially if he’s in costume

depending on your behavior, he’ll be generous and let you swallow while praising your performance

or he’ll wrap a hand around the back of your neck, slide your mouth off of his spit-soaked cock, and stroke himself until his cum splatters all over your eyelashes, fully debauching you in the desolate alleyway

he’s made you walk back home with cum all over your face before, after you’d been particularly bratty over the course of a week

“katsuki! i can’t walk back home like this, what if someone notices?!”

“should’ve thought about that before you decided to visit me while you weren’t wearing any fuckin’ panties. nasty little girl...now hurry up and get a move on, and you better not wipe it off either.”

loves the thrill of humiliating you

unrelated, but he’s an ass man through and through, taking such pleasure in watching it jiggle and ripple under each heavy blow he delivers

takes photos of the marks afterwards and has an album for em.

he also loves fucking you on different surfaces around your penthouse (and his agency)

the man is territorial

so what better way to mark his territory than by making his gorgeous girlfriend squirt and cream all over it?

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰:

babe i am so sorry for your neighbors

cause if there’s nothing else shinsou loves it’s to make you scream

he’s got a corruption kink, but not in the way most people do

he doesn’t give a damn if you’re sweet and innocent, or if you’ve got the mouth of a sailor and could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch

what matters to him is making you lose your composure.

one day you’d been anticipating a call back from a job interview you’d gone to a few days prior

and shinsou just so happened to be observing your blissed-out expression as he ground into you from below, your body atop his

when your damned phone started ringing

being the sly little shit that he is, he saw an opportunity

“answer the phone pretty girl...don’t wanna keep them waiting, do you?”

reaching for your buzzing cell, you press the green ‘accept’ button, raising the device to your ear as you jolt forward

“hello, may i speak to y/n?” a chipper voice chimed through the receiver.

“t-this is sh-she. how can i—ah!—help you?” you garble your words, trying to suppress your moans

hitoshi merely takes this as a challenge, opting to drive into you deeper whilst trying to keep the noise down, it’s less fun when it’s obvious what you two are doing

his dick is thick as FUCK. 6 going on 7 inches but honestly you couldn’t give less of a fuck with the way he’s stretching you

surprisingly enough you managed your way through the phone call, telling the white lie of “helping the neighbors move”

but little did you know this was only the beginning of hitoshi’s new favorite pastime

he’s another exhibitionist too

so uh...good luck with that

remote control vibrators on dinner dates, fingers stuffed deep inside your sloppy cunt while he makes small talk with your mom at the dinner table,

even kneeling beneath your desk and sending you to heaven and back while you’re on a video call with your fucking boss.

he’s addicted to watching you fall apart, and is more than willing to apply that pressure.

𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:

dabi’s dick would fuck anyone stupid.

let’s make that clear.

it’s canon that he’s got a jacob’s ladder, blah blah blah, but let’s discuss how fucking pretty it is

creeping in at a firm eight inches, and about 4 and a half in girth with a drool-worthy mauve tip, his shaft slightly lighter than the rest of his tanned, unscarred skin

it’s dangerous, barbells running up the underside of his shaft or not

definitely into temperature play

and i’m not talking about that soft shit like warming up his fingers whilst they’re plunging in and out of your sweet center

no no no

that fucker will BRAND you and will not apologize

you’re his pretty little cumdump, and he’ll stake his claim upon your body how ever the hell he pleases

degradation is a given.

“—what a fuckin’ whore. tch, you really think you deserve this dick?”

“how about you get on your knees and beg for it then if you’re so damn needy.”

“quit your god damn whining, or i swear i’ll leave you spread out on this fuckin’ bar for shiggy to find. maybe i’ll even get a promotion for giving him such a slutty little bitch to use.”

“what’s wrong? does it hurt sweetheart? can’t take it after you talked all that shit earlier?” you shake your head no, thighs trembling as you struggle to maintain the position dabi’s folded you into. “...good.” he smirks, eyes gleaming with malice before pounding you to filth, cries spilling from your mouth as you beg for release, knowing he won’t give it to you.

making you cry? a specialty of dabi’s. your tears get him harder than anything; to watch your lips quiver as you sniffle, wiping away tears while he palms himself through his sweats

has shown you off to shigaraki, and will not hesitate to tongue your fluids off his digits while carrying on a full conversation with the other man.

after all, when you know your toy’s better than someone else’s, you tend to brag.

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪:

speaking of this mf

he’s the reason gamer boys get the rep of having massive dicks

cause god damn did you not expect this man to be slinging around eight bordering on nine inches of dick. four and a half to five inches of girth. poor you.

he’s also got a penchant for angry sex, so if that’s not enough of an indication that you’re going to have trouble walking afterwards i don’t know what is

but one thing he loves more than taking you apart piece by piece and cumming inside of you with zero remorse?

doing it when he’s in the middle of a game, and he’s online with the party’s voice chat.

“mmm—god, you really will do anything i tell you....swallowing every inch while these guys get to listen, and you’re not even embarrassed, you’re getting off on it!”

“i love little sluts like you, always doing whatever it takes just to have a cock pry them open at all times. that’s what you are, right? my little slut, made for me to do whatever i want to.”

yes, he’s made you whine so sweetly for him, cry as you beg him to touch you, while he plays fucking valorant.

and you can’t count how many times he’s mocked the way you gag and choke on his massive length while he played genshin impact with random guys online.

is a sucker for a good set of nudes, and isn’t afraid to ask for them on a regular basis

plus he just likes taking pictures/videos of you in general, saving them to a private album of his phone for him to use when you’re not there

he may parade you around as though you’re a lifeless fuckdoll, but if nothing else he’s possessive, and would rather relive the pain of losing to all might than let another man see you the way he does

but i’ll be honest, tomura’s not always a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a huge dick.

he’s also a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a thing for being dominated....and a huge dick.

see, it balances out!

it started with a bet that if he lost another round of mortal kombat you got to peg him

it took a lot of convincing, but he agreed to the terms, certain he’d win regardless

and after button smashing like your life depended on it with subzero, you managed to secure the win.

a grin stapled itself to your face after being treated to two hours of tomura’s incessant sobs and wails

“mhm—please...i can’t take it—ah! fuck, fuck, fuck! right there!”

“don’t make me work for it, i promise you’ll never be player two again, just please let me cum—m’ so close..”

game nights are always fun with him, you can count on it.

𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴:

my god my god

i’m gonna say it right now: keigo doesn’t eat pussy for you.

he does it for him.

and that makes all the difference in the fucking world when he’s pulling you to sit on his face

scruff scratching at your inner thighs deliciously as he makes you squirt alllll over aforementioned facial hair, rolling your hypersensitive clit between soft lips and a fluid tongue

he could stay between your thighs for hours and hours on end

will propose to devour you in the most inappropriate of places

and honestly? isn’t the least bit ashamed about it. elevators, in front of large office windows just a few stories above the street where you’re just barely visible to the people below,

on endeavor’s decorative towels after he spread them out on the floor so he could fuck you senseless on top of them, etc.

the flame hero had pissed him off earlier, and he needed to exert some petty rage. this was most sensible use of his energy.

also in case it wasn’t obvious: breeding kink. duh.

no thoughts head empty just hawks begging to breed you during his rut

“come on pretty girl, let me make you a momma....can’t wait to stuff you full of my chicks....”

he blushes so deeply when he’s close to cumming

and boy does he fucking whine

dick is just as pretty as he is, he’s a good 6 inches with a three inch girth; tip flushed and pink

definitely cherishes intimacy during sex

and will certainly go out of his way to make sure you feel comfortable/desired

he could have all the money/fame in the world

and it still wouldn’t compare to the feeling of your thighs suffocating him while he slurps at your cunt like it’s his last meal.

[iwadori]

So I'm reading your works and I love them !! I was thinking of requesting some kind of drabble or whatever you like, about a female reader who has thick thighs and is somewhat plump and is in love with Tsukishima but he makes a comment about the food and she feels bad and when she meets Bokuto in the boot camp Bokuto is too cute and attentive to her asking for her number and a date. If you don't feel comfortable with this, just ignore it and good luck with your blog. Sorry my english is bad<3

When they make you insecure PT 5 (tsukishima,bokuto)

Part One Part Two  Part Three Part Four  Part Five Part 6

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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Tsukishima

You and Tsukishima have been dating in your first year (as you both went to the same middle school together.)

You were in love with Tsukishima, you always have been to be honest, but once you became officially boyfriend and girlfriend your feelings amplified.

But recently, Tsukishima hasn’t been so nice.  

“Y/N we’re going on another training camp at Nekoma” Hinata exclaimed running up to you, as you leaning against Tsukishima “and you get to come too this time!”

You recently became the new trainee manager as the third-year manager, Kikyoko, is going to graduate. Tsukishima acted as if you being around all the time in practice was the worst thing in the world, but Yamagucchi always assured you that ‘Tsukki’ was just joking.

“Oh well that’s fun...” you say entertaining Hinata’s excitement. You were kind of excited to go to the training camp too, as it was in Tokyo after all. You were always a big fan of volleyball as your dad used to play for the national team and you were planning to play on the girls team this year but you felt that you didn’t have the body for it (which was obviously not true.)

Hinata kept on rambling on before Tsukishima insulted him. “Gosh Kei, you don’t have to be so rude.” you complained, he slightly nudged you off of him and put on his headphones showing you that he was not in a good mood.

You let the rest of the practice continue, making notes of things and basically being Kiyoko’s shadow. As it ended, you waited outside for Tsukishima to walk home with you, but one of the guys told you he left 5 minutes ago. You knew there was no point of chasing after him so you just walked on your own, making you sigh in defeat.

Tsukishima was what you would describe as hot and cold. Some days he was fine a ‘perfect gentlemen’ but other days, days like this Tsukishima was just Tsukishima.  

When you got home, you decided to watch matches of all the other schools just to get some insight. You were watching a Fukarodani V Nekoma match from a few years ago and something caught your eye, well someone did to be more specific. A beefy, bicolour haired boy who was hooting like an owl was mesmerizing to watch.

You saw that his name was Bokuto Koutarou which triggered your next actions, which were to internet stalk him. You learned that he was the captain of the team and the team’s ace and the 5th ace in the country which piqued your interest in the boy even more.

‘This is going to be an exciting training camp’ you think to yourself before going to sleep.

`Kiyoko gave you an itinerary of all the things you should bring, since you weren’t going to be joining in any of the matches you were reminded to bring things that would keep entertained.  

You get to the bus at the crack of dawn, ready to be driven to Tokyo. Hinata and Kageyama were already arguing (let’s pretend that they didn’t have to do the retakes in the test) Tanaka and Nishinoya were being loud, and the rest of the members were already asleep. You wanted to sit next to Tsukishima but when you were about to sit down, he put his carryon bag in the seat next to him.

The bus ride was around 4-5 hours, and you spent your time reading and sleeping. Daichi got the loudmouths to calm down making the bus ride more tolerable. You suffered from slight motion sickness but you powered through.

When you arrived there, you saw all the other teams and their buses too. You felt a bit overwhelmed, seeing these tall boys just crowd around an entrance way. But too your surprise, noticing your slight anxiousness, Tsukishima grabbed your hand in a hand-hold.  

The Nekoma coach, explained how the day would pan out and where each team would be residing for the week. There was a lot of commotion getting everyone settled, Hinata and Nishinoya were basically bouncing off of the wall commenting on all the people and the place and how they’re going to ‘crush the competition.’  

You could tell that when the other teams were looking at Karasuno they were all staring at Kiyoko. Inquisitive about how there wasn’t only one girl manager but there was two. As you were walking your eyes locked with Bokuto Koutarou’s making yours widen, you blush and turn your head quickly.  

What you didn’t know was, after your small interaction, Bokuto elbowed Akaashi and said “Akaaashi AKKAAASHI, did ya see that? did ya?” he was flying with happiness “That girl from Karasuno smiled at me. She’s really pretty.”

“I think she’s from Karasuno” Akaashi said “So maybe you’ll see her around”

Bokuto stared off in the direction you were walking in “Yeah, hopefully.”

The first day, everyone got settled in and then the teams went straight into games. There were two different gyms and today, in gym 1, you were watching Karasuno V Nekoma. (By the way I literally don’t remember the teams at the training camp besides Nekoma, Karasuno and Fukarodani.) The game was very back a point each team making point after point, you already knew of Nekoma’s captain, Kuroo Testurou and the setter Kenma, you’ve actually played games with Kenma online before so you were fairly acquainted with him already.

The games ended and it was now dinner time, the canteen was packed with all the boys rushing to line up for the food. You waited at the back of the line, not really caring about when you got your food. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder and you looked over to see Boktuo,  

“Hi.” he said “I’m Bok-”

“Bokuto Koutarou!” You finished “I'm a big fan..” you cringed immediately at your excitement ‘pull it together Y/N’ you scold yourself.

“Oh well hi, I’m glad you know who I am” he said “and may I ask for your name?”  

“Oh I’m Y/N L/N” you say with a slight blush “I'm the trainee manager from Karasuno.”  

“Cool! Well I hope to see you aro-” he starts  

“Y/N, I’ve been looking all over for you, I already got your food for you.” Tsukishima said pulling at your arm a bit harshly, dragging you over to a table with the Karasuno team.

“Gosh Tsukki, no need to be so harsh” you say rubbing at your wrist, he didn’t apologize and just started eating his food.  

You look down at your plate and see the small portion that Tsukki got for you. The Karasuno bunch was being loud, as they usually are, so when you whisper “Tsukki what the fuck is this” whilst nudging him in the side, he didn’t hear you (or atleast he pretended he didn’t.) You tried again but a little louder saying, “Tsukishima what the fuck is this.” you realised you said it a bit too loud as the whole Karasuno table stopped their conversations to look over at the slight commontion you caused.

“What do you mean Y/N?” he said with a slight smirk on his face.

“I mean what’s with the portion size of a bird that you gave me?” you ask getting upset “Do you really think im that big?”

“Well, you could start eating less that’s for sure.” he said earning gasps from you and some of the people sitting at the table “Y/N let's face it, you eat like a pig and you look like an elephant, me making your food portion smaller is the least I could do.”  

By now you had tears in your eyes, Tsukishima was a dick. You knew this, everybody knew this to be honest, yet you still loved him. He wasn’t like this in middle school, yes he was a bit snarky and rude (but wasn’t every middle schooler?) High school Tsukishima was like a completely different person. As much as you wanted to run away and hide, you knew you couldn’t.  

So you stood up and said “Tsukishima, I’ve spent 3 years loving and pining after you, because I thought you were this great guy, but turns out you’re a huge asshole” you start making some of the people listening in smile in laughter “Tsukishima, I’ve hated this past year dating you, you’ve been such a huge dick and I’m finally stopping you. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” You start making your way to exit before finally saying “Oh and by the way I’m not the pig here, you are... oh and I’m breaking up with you.” You left, hearing a few laughs and some claps behind you.

You felt relieved, like the massive cloud that’s been over your head is finally gone. You went to the gym since you knew it was empty and picked up a ball to just throw it around a bit. After a while of ‘de-stressing,’ you hear someone else enter the gym.

“Oh I didn’t know you’d be here.” said Bokuto  

“Well here I am,” you say awkwardly “I can leave if you want me too, I know this is for actual volleyball players.”

“No no it’s fine you can definitely stay, in fact do you mind setting for me?” he asks  

“Sure, of course I don’t mind” you reply, excited you get to play with someone.  You haven’t played in ages, you always begged Tsukishima to just throw a ball around with you but he never did.  

You set to Boktuo a lot, with him always asking for ‘another one’ everytime he spiked the ball. Eventually, you were tired of setting and wanted to spike. You originally was a spiker to begin with taking after your dad. Thats why you took a liking to Bokuto in the first place cause he reminded you of the joys you had when watching your father play.

Bokuto set a ball to you and you spiked it with great strength and accuracy smiling at the burning feeling you felt in your palm.  

“Woahh” Bokuto shouted going towards you in amazement “Where did you learn how to spike like that?”

“From my dad, I don’t know if you heard of him before but my dad’s name is D/N L/N...?” you say

“D/N L/N, Y/N he is my idol!” he shouted again “I want to be just like him.”

“I think you can, I see a lot of similarites in the way you both play.” you say

“Really! And you’ve seen me play before..?” he asks

“Yeah, I watched some of your games before coming here... you’re really good” you shyly admit.

“Wow.”

You and Bokuto spend the rest of your time, talking about volleyball you’re interests, things you have in common, your likes and dislikes. Talking to Bokuto was refreshing, he didn’t randomly insult you or make snide comments about your weight or your looks. He just genuinely looked happy to be there talking to you, unlike Tsukishima.  

Seeing your change in mood, Bokuto stops talking and asks “are you alright? I forgot to ask earlier, but I saw what happened in the canteen and I hope you’re okay.”  

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just things with me and Tsukishima reached a breaking point, I guess...” you say sniffling a bit talking about it “But it’s fine now I’ve broken up with him and I feel better already.”

“So you’re saying your single...?” he asked blushing a bit

“Yeah I guess I am...” you smile blushing also.  

“Okay great...well I hope this isn’t too forward after everything happened with Tsukki and all but...” he starts “but would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Who me?” you ask as if you weren’t the only other person in the room

“No the volleyball” he responds sarcastically “Of course you Y/N.”  

“Are you sure, cause to be honest Bokuto you’re a really good-looking guy” you say making him smile widely “so I think you need someone to match your level in attractiveness” you look down and his smile drops.

“What do you mean?” he asks before realising all the stuff Tsukishima said about you “Y/N you’re beautiful, your face, your body just you.” you blush at his words “when I first saw you when you were walking past us in the entrance way the first thing I thought and said about you was “Akaashi who is that girl she’s beautiful.””  

“Really?” you ask with disbelief

“Mhm” he nods excitedly “So will you go on a date with me?”  

“I guess so...” you say a bit unsure

“HEY HEY HEY!” he exclaims “I gotta go tell akaashi!” he runs out of the gym in a hurry making you laugh, but he comes back to give you a quick unexpected kiss on the cheek making you smile.

You checked your phone for the time realising that you’ve been with Bokuto for 3 hours and you knew that everyone would be going to sleep now. As you are the manager you slept seperately from the rest of the team but before you went to your sleeping quaters you went to Karasunos.  

“Y/N where have you been? We’ve been worried about you.” asked yammagucchi  

“It’s fine yams don’t worry about it, guys” you say catching everyones attention “I just wanted to apologise to you for my outburst at dinner, it wasn’t my intention to cause a scence.”

“It’s fine Y/N” said sugawara “He definitely deserved it.”

“Yeah as your marvellous senpai we gave him a good telling off” said Tanaka and Nishinoya  making you chuckle.  

“Okay well thanks guys, I’m going to sleep goodnight.”

“Wait Y/N can I speak with you.” asked Tsukishima gesturing to outside the room

“Umm sure” you respond following him into the corridor.

“I just want to say I’m sorry for the things I’ve said and done over the past year and how I’ve been a terrible boyfriend, you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”  

“I can’t say I can forgive you yet.” you say making Tsukishima look sad “but maybe with effort from you we can become friends possibly?”  

“Just friends?” he said with hope in voice thinking that you could be something more.

“Just friends.” you repeated and confirmed “Besides I have been asked on a date”  

“With who?”  

“None of your business stingyshima” you mock the nickname that Hinata calls him making him scowl and you smile “Goodnight.”

After Bokuto’s confession and Tsukishima’s apology, the rest of the training camp went off without a hitch. In your breaks and lunchtimes, you got to know more about Bokuto and with Kuroo’s help you even got to sneak out to actually go on your date. You sometimes even went to practice with them getting to show off your skills, with Bokuto cheering you on and complimenting you every single time.  

Tsukishima kept his distance for the most part, and kept the snarky comments about you and Bokuto to himself (even though he was dying to say them.) You eventually fully forgave Tsukishima in your 3rd year but you definitely weren’t as close as you used to be. Tsukishima’s comments and actions did affect you for a while however with the help of your loving boyfriend, you were reminded how beautiful you are no matter what weight, shape or height you were.

You and Bokuto stayed together, you made sure to come to every one of his games and when you introduced him to your dad he fainted on sight. Your dad and Bokuto got along, and became very close friends, Bokuto always came to him for advice (especially volleyball advice.) You loved Bokuto and he definitely loved you too.

AN: I hope you liked it, since I didn’t want to make it too similar too the Atsumu insecure one. And I feel like it dragged out a bit but got rushed in the endd....but oh well...

[allyecrivaine]

Pining - Part 2

Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham) x Reader

link to part 1

link to part 3

Word count: 1,940

Summary: You and Oswald pour it out to each other. There are a lot of things to confess.

tags: fem reader, kissing, flirting, mentions of smut (but not rly Full smut yet at this point,,), pining, a little worship, some begging

warnings: sexual content

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A blush formed across Oswald’s cheeks.

“Y-you...” he stuttered, “I- well, you think so? You think I’m a good man?”

You nodded. Despite his temper, despite what he’d done, you knew him well enough from your months of talking to see that he was not evil. He did things that you wouldn’t do yourself, but then again, you weren’t in the kind of position that he was in.

“Even good men are put in tough situations, Mr. Cobblepot, and...” you paused, adding, “and correct me if I’m wrong, but I think that applies to you. You’re a good man in a tough spot.”

He fumbled for words.

“Ever since I was young, I’ve- I’ve been in situations out of my control,” he said, chuckling dryly. “My mother has always been confident in my...good nature.”

“I’m glad you have such a wonderful mother to guide you,” you said with a smile, thinking of Gertrude. Though she could be a little spacey, she was intensely kind, and always rambled to you about how proud she was of her son.

Oswald gave a shuddering sigh, a smile on his face.

“You are a relief. A breath of fresh air,” he rambled, “I-I feel like I’m dreaming. It’s like you can read my mind, y-you just know exactly what to say.”

You smiled shyly. “I just say what I think. I don’t care to be dishonest with people.” 

Scanning his face, you weren’t able to read his expression. He was staring you down, looking at you like, well...like he wanted to devour you-

Oh.

Oswald put his hand on your hip again, this time running his hand over the silky material.

“Keep being honest with me,” he said quietly, his gaze focused on your dress, your exposed skin, your jewelry. “Honest people are so rare, after all. Tell me...more.”

“Mm, okay,” you hummed, “well...I’ve always liked short men.”

He rolled his eyes, squeezing your hip. He didn’t squeeze hard, but the sensation made you jump a little.

“You had dates here exclusively with tall men,” he grumbled.

“I guess I didn’t like them, then,” you quipped back. 

He gave a short laugh. “Fair enough. Keep talking.”

You thought for a moment about what to say.

“I like guys with dark hair,” you continued, and caught him giving you a look. “I’m being serious! What else am I supposed to say?”

Oswald brought both hands to your waist, gripping firmly and coming closer to your face.

“I can give you some examples, dear.”

“Go ahead, then.” You feigned annoyance at his insistence.

He considered what he was about to say, then shrugged to himself, as if he’d been debating himself internally.

“If I’m being honest, I think about you every day.”

You blushed. “That’s sweet, Oz.”

He held a hand up. “I’m not done. I mean every day, god, it’s like you live in my brain. I can get a little...obsessive over people.”

“I know the feeling,” you interjected, “go on.” 

“I’ve kept things that you’ve left here. I’ve smelled about a thousand perfumes in every department store, trying to find the one you wear. You consume my thoughts.”

You felt your face heat up, imagining Oswald going through those efforts. You had to admit it, if you’d had the time and resources, you probably would have done something similar.

He continued. “I also think about you every night, when I can finally be alone. I try to recall every detail of my conversations with you. Sometimes, though...my mind will wander. And...and I’ll imagine us, deep in conversation, but you start to do...other things.” He turned red as he spoke, as if he regretted sharing what he was saying.

“C’mon, I’m not judging, tell me!” you exclaimed, shifting so your face was closer to his. “You can whisper it, if ya want.”

Oswald smiled, once again putting his mouth near your ear to whisper to you.

“If you really want to know? In my favorite ones, you just start pulling up your skirt, until I can see that you don’t have on any panties.”

You made an involuntary sound in your throat. “Yeah?”

“And to be even more transparent,” he murmured, his lips against your earlobe and his grip tight on your waist, “I almost always end my nights imagining you. You in a short skirt, you on your knees in front of me, even bent over the bar, sometimes.”

You caught another sound in your throat, swallowing the knot that was forming. 

“What do you do, then?” you ask, despite knowing the answer.

“I think you know,” he purred.

“But we’re being completely honest, aren’t we?”

“Fine,” he said, “I...pleasure myself.”

“That so?”

He lightly ran a hand up your neck, resting it on your jaw, pulling your cheek flush against his as he spoke softly into your ear. “Some nights, I can’t get enough, and I keep myself up all night just thinking of you and...and making myself cum.”

You inhaled sharply, feeling your belly grow warm. Thinking that all this time he’d been imagining you, while you’d been imagining him. You wondered-

A giggle escaped your lips.

“What?” Oswald said, leaning back to look at your face. You started to blush even more.

“No, I-” you sighed, internally facepalming at yourself, “I wondered if we’d ever been, uh, pleasuring ourselves at the same time. Thinking about each other.”

You felt his grip grow tight around you, though he didn’t seem to notice what he was doing.

“You...have thought about me?” he asked.

“Yes. Just about every night,” you said. 

“W-well I gave you examples,” he said gruffly, “now you...tell me more.”

You brought your face to his neck, lightly kissing his pale skin before putting your lips right beneath his ear.

“I imagine a lot of the same things, actually,” you admitted. “You bending me over the bar, me being on my knees for you. I do imagine more, though.”

His skin grew hot against your own, and you turned to plant more kisses just below his ear.

“What else?” he asked.

“Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I envision a longer scene,” you start, “but it does always start here. And one night, you finally get bold. I dunno, depends on my mood. Sometimes, I catch you watching me. Other times, you walk right up to claim me as your own.”

He sat stiffly, waiting for you to continue.

“Then, I bring you home with me, and you tell me how badly you’ve wanted me.”

Oswald let out a shaky breath. “Yes, you- you aren’t wrong.”

You grinned against his jaw. It was almost unbelievable how open you could be — though the alcohol surely helped, you knew it was Oswald who made you so at-ease.

“And finally, we go to my bed, and you start to tease me. You undress me just to kiss me all over, ‘til I can’t take it anymore.”

He let out a moan, gently pulling you off your chair. With his arms leading you, you got up onto his chair, straddling him, your legs wrapped loosely around the back.

“It’s like you already know everything I’ve wanted to do to you,” he growled, one hand finding the back of your head and cradling you to his shoulder. “Tell me more, huh?”

The way you sat, your crotch was virtually right up against his. The contact made your head swim, especially as you felt him growing hard.

“I guess when I...beg you enough, you fuck me,” you admit, “and it’s always missionary, ‘cause I like to w-watch your face.” A low groan comes from Oswald’s throat. “And I always tell you to...”

You stopped yourself, hiding your face in his neck from embarrassment at your situation. 

“You started, darling. Finish your story,” Oswald said lowly. You sighed.

“I...always tell you to f-finish in me,” you say quickly, hurrying through the rest, “and you talk so dirty about it, and that’s normally when I, you know...when I’m done for the night.”

His arms flexed, pressing you closer into him as his head fell back, exposing his long, pale neck. The look on his face was one of bliss, despite how red he had become.

His erection strained against his pants, throbbing against you, and he made a noise like a whimper. He seemed like he was trying to regain his composure, but...you didn’t want him to. You wanted to keep him undone.

With his neck exposed, you couldn’t help yourself — you licked a stripe from his collarbone, stopping to suck on the sensitive flesh towards the middle.

“G-god, please,” he panted, threading his fingers through your hair. You persisted, lapping at the spot before sucking it more, determined to leave a mark. 

Using his grip in your hair, Oswald pulled you away, bringing your face in front of his. Lips wet from working on his neck, you moved forward again, crashing your mouth against his. The small moans coming from him were delicious. 

After kissing for a moment, he pulled you back again, staring at your face. He took a moment to catch his breath, trying to stop his hips from involuntarily grinding against you.

“Such...such a good girl for me,” he said between breaths, “never in a million years would I have guessed that you wanted me.”

You pressed your hips down against him, desperate for friction. “I’m still trying to convince myself th-that this is real, Oswald. Tell me it is. Please.”

“Oh, it’s real, darling,” he murmured, kissing your jaw. “It’s real, a-and you just told me how you, um, want me to cum inside you. That right?”

Somewhat embarrassed, you nodded, biting your lip.

“Well don’t be shy, now,” he teased, a hand reaching up to hold your jaw firmly, “you...you’re so good. So, so good. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

The words made you squirm, heat continuing to gather like a knot in your stomach.

His hand slid away from your jaw, trailing across your throat, then resting hesitantly on your breast. He shivered when you pressed yourself forward, craving more of his touch.

“I’ve been dreaming of this,” he whispered, “you are an angel in this hellscape. I w-want - no, need you. I need you to be mine. I beg you.”

Smirking, you got an idea.

“Would you beg, though?” you teased, really just wondering what he’d retaliate with. “You want me that badly?”

Without delay, Oswald moved you off his lap, guiding you back to your own chair. He stood, staring you down as he slowly sank to his knees in front of you. He was eye-level with your shins when he fully reached the floor.

He placed his hands on the floor, bowing his head, not an ounce of hesitation to any movement.

“Please, please, please,” he begged, “for the love of god, I beg you.”

“Oz, I was-”

“I know,” he interrupted, looking up at you with fire in his blue eyes, “you were teasing. But, I want you to know that I am serious. I will worship you, if you let me, please.”

You extended a hand, which he took, getting up from the ground. Eye-level again, you felt like you had to catch your breath, though you hadn’t even done anything.

“Y-yeah,” you murmured, “I-I’ll return the favor.”

He grinned at your response, kissing your knuckles.

“Wonderful,” he said, dropping your hand and running his fingers up your exposed thigh. “Now, I’d like to...fulfill those dreams you told me about. Which one would you like to start with, darling?”

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[gothicwidowsworld]

Schoolgirl Crush S.V

Part 1 - TW: Age gap, Reader is around 25

“I really need to talk to you.” Y/N Horner pleaded softly, capturing the German Drivers attention, her statement was direct, friendly even but it was missing the small smile that was often paired with his name. “We can’t talk here.” Sebastian stated awkwardly flickering his frost blue eyes over Y/N’s y/h frame. “Fine but we need to have this conversation Sebastian.” the young woman said sternly, nodding slightly to acknowledge the man’s rejection. It hurt. It made Y/N feel like a bothersome child pushing their luck. Glancing down the paddock that was still host to the occasional camera crew and reporter Sebastian sighed before placing a strong hand on her shoulder the German Driver quickly guided Y/N into the Aston Martin hospitality looking for the first free room available.

The odd looks the pair received only made Y/N feel even worse. She shouldn’t be anywhere near Aston Martin let alone being frogmarched into a tiny office probably to be lectured at yet again. The y/h/c woman had quite frankly had enough lectures to last a lifetime, people seemed to think she wasn’t aware of what she’d done. People have children every day and yet because of the name she shared, the lifestyle she lived everyone felt like they were allowed to dictate how she lived her life.

“I’m not a child Sebastian.” Y/N objected softly, removing the Drivers hand from her shoulder once the door was closed behind them. Despite her brave face and reassuring small smile the y/h/c young woman's voice was laced with sadness with a tinge of distress. The German man nodded, remaining silent for a moment. He knew she wasn’t a kid, Y/N had proved that time and time again but he still couldn’t shake this feeling that he was taking advantage of the angelic woman. She was 24 and an adult, only 10 years his junior but they’d met when she was 13. Back when coming to the factory with her Father had seemed like a chore instead she would hang around with the Drivers even though they were really supposed to be focusing on work.

“I know” Seb replied, running a hand over his face hoping to ease the stress beginning to show on his pale face. “Then stop treating me like one.” Y/N mumbled. Running a protective hand over her bump the y/h/c girl tried to fight the growing tears burning to escape. “I don’t know why I even bothered” Y/N exclaimed, releasing a breathy laugh, sarcasm choking her. “You know I’ve tried to so hard to be mature and be an Adult about this and yet I keep seeming to fuck up.” Y/N ranted out loud. 

“I had everything I wanted to say planned out, I wanted to tell you I was pregnant from the start. I wanted to be honest with you. I was just scared.” Y/N spouted uncomfortably her voice beginning to tremble with each point.

“What am I doing?!” Y/N choked out, the tears that had filled her y/e/c orbs not hesitating to make paths down her y/s/c face, in fact it seemed like some of the droplets of sadness were chasing each other. “I don’t even know what I’m doing..” the y/h/c young woman mumbled sadly, roughly palming the salty tears away. Wrapping an arm around the woman Sebastian stayed silent, the German Driver was conflicted. He could play the role of concerned role model or be honest with himself and reassure the Horner girl that Monaco had happened for a reason and that no matter what happened he’d be there for her. “You can’t let anyone tell you what to do.” The man stated half-heartedly. “But I’m asking…” Y/N mumbled trying to take deep breaths and stem the flowing tears. Turning to face the blonde haired man Y/N frowned slightly “I’m begging Sebastian tell me what to do, I’ve tried so hard to do it alone but I keep fucking up.” the young woman whispered, catching the man’s frost blue eyes trying to read what was written behind them. Annoyance? Perhaps he was trying to find the words to leave. “You could never mess up.” Sebastian replied, shooting the young woman a small smile in hopes it would appear reassuring. Y/N scoffed, sniffling slightly “I messed up us… royally.” 

“No. No, that was my fault.” The German argued, wincing at the subtle anger laced in his tone it wasn’t directed at Y/N. Sebastian couldn’t imagine ever being angry with the Horner Girl, this anger was directed at himself. He’d allowed the fear of other people's opinions to poison their friendship, their relationship and what their relationship could have been. Monaco hadn’t been the first time that their long time friendship had been put to the test but it had been the first time he’d been unable to talk himself out of action. Action that now resulted in Y/N crying thinking she’d ruined his life. “I don’t understand?” Y/N mumbled pulling away from the older man's side instead wrapping her own arms around herself in a form of protection. “I took advantage of you Schatz” Sebastian replied, biting his lip harshly at the German that had weaselled its way into his sentence. “Seb you didn’t take advantage of me?” Y/N said confusion laced in her aching voice. 

“Monaco happened because I liked you. I loved you.” Y/N reassured the man threading her fingers through his, a gentle squeeze comforting the Aston Martin Driver. “It wasn’t some schoolgirl crush that returned on a whim.” Y/N continued. “You loved me?” Seb asked slowly, his accent seemed just a fraction stronger when he was doubtful. “That’s probably a tad untrue. I still love you.” The y/h/c young woman laughed breathlessly, her free hand coming to sit on her baby bump absentmindedly. “But whether that’s as a friend or not is up to you.” Y/N stated quietly, almost whispering like she was sharing a secret. “Told you I was maturing.” the Horner girl teased. “Ich liebe dich” the man said with a soft smile finding a home on his face. “As more than a friend.” The German clarified. “And I love this little one du bist meine zukunft” Seb hummed happily gingerly placing his hand on top of Y/N’s y/s/c one still sat on her growing stomach.

 du bist meine zukunft - You are my future

[sortasirius]

“Despair” and Dean and Cas

Well well well, winning is my favorite thing.

As usual, this is going to be as long as hell. And fair warning, it’s extremely emotional.

So here it is, the thing that we have been barrelling towards for years, literally years.

Just want to point out this.  Also, I will NEVER allow someone to speak negatively about this writing group, EVER.

Team Free Dads starting off the episode is so sweet, so scary.  Cas’ calming, Dean’s fear, Sam’s desperation, really just hammering home how much they love Jack, how his pain is pain for them, how losing him is unbearable.

“I can’t stop this.  I’m coming apart.  I don’t want to hurt you.  Don’t let me hurt you.”

Oof.  If you’ve ever question whether Jack is a Winchester, this line should shut that shit down for you.

When I tell you I was PISSED when Billie sent Jack to the Empty to EXPLODE?????  PAIN.

“Yeah the Empty can’t come to earth, not without being summoned.”

Hello Bobo, clue number 1.

The fact that they only had Jack in limbo for like five seconds was great for my heart health, thank u very much Bobo.

Also Dean wielding Death’s scythe?????? KING?????

Man, Sam and Dean’s growth.  The way that they’re able to, idk, actually speak on how they feel without death looming or fear or pain.  It’s just a conversation, just an honest conversation of Dean admitting his mistakes, admitting how he felt.  Admitting that he fucked up, and Sam forgiving him for it.

CHARLIE AND HER GF CHARLIE AND HER GF CHARLIE AND HER GF

Also...hunters and their “dates.”  Two hunters who are happily together, who are happily fighting monsters.  Hm.  Sounds like a Saileen/Destiel parallel to me boys.

You ever wish Cas would look and the mirror and take the great advice he gives others?  Because I do.  He’s always tried to be “useful” for Sam and Dean, for Jack, always tried to make sure that he’s useful enough that they keep him around.  But what he doesn’t understand, what he’s never understood, is that they need him because of who he is, not because of what he contributes.

Remind y’all of anything?

And here we have Clue Number 2

And then, Sam’s realization.  Eileen.

Did I begin full tilt screaming no in my apartment when he said her name?  Who’s to say?

How can a lock screen cause me this much pain????

Okay but: Charlie loses Stevie, Sam loses Eileen.  Clue Number 3.

I feel like I don’t talk enough about how much Sam loves Eileen.  About how obvious it is that they are endgame, about how happy he is when he talks about her.  This just feels like a blow to the stomach, but we’ve barely even started.

Sam immediately shifting into protective leader mode?  He is the love of my life.

Dean’s simple nod, like it’s a given?  Enough to do me in right there.

This is another episode where it’s just so clear that Sam is the leader of the North American hunters.  Everyone knows him, everyone is willing to follow him.  He’s knowledgeable and kind and fair and just and an incredibly capable fighter.  Once again, I don’t believe his work on earth is done.

Can we also please talk about how FRIGHTENING IT WAS for Jack to kill that plant???  I don’t really have much of a comment on it because I was literally just like ?????

With Billie saying that it’s Chuck, the way that people were dusted, very similar to Becky and Amara, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised, especially with Donna getting taken off the board.  It’s like I said last week, I don’t buy that he’s taken himself off the board, he’s too invested in the unraveling of this story to take a step back.  He’s gotta break them before he can defeat them, that’s the only way.

And here we go, into one of the most painful and surreal things I will ever write about.

Dean’s speech.  His guilt, his regret.  The shame of not only trapping himself, but the pain, the horror of trapping Cas.

“I just lead us into another trap.  All because I, I couldn’t hurt Chuck.  Because I was angry and because I just needed something to kill, and because that’s all I know how to do.”

“Dean-”

“It was Chuck all along.  We never should have left Sam and Jack, we should be there with them now.  Everybody’s gonna die, Cas.  Everybody.  I can’t stop it.”

His narrative arc.  Tied up in a bow.

“She’s gonna get through that door.”

“I know.”

“And she’s gonna kill you and then she’s gonna kill me.  I’m sorry.”

Cas smiles.

Cas knows.  He knows what’ll get them out of this, and he knows that he would do anything in this Universe for Dean Winchester. The human man he fell for.

“When Jack was dying, I made a deal to save him.”

“You what?”

“The price was my life.  When I experienced a moment of true happiness, the Empty would be summoned and it would take me forever.”

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“I always wondered, ever since I took that burden, that curse, I’ve wondered what it could be, what my true happiness could even look like.  I never found an answer, because the one thing I want, it’s something I know I can’t have. 

“But I think I know, I think I know now...happiness isn’t in the having, it’s in just being.  It’s in just saying it.”

“What are you talking about, man?”

The most selfless thing Cas does in this, and he does a lot of selfless things, is to tell Dean Winchester how impossibly good he is.  To tell him that he is worthy, to tell him that he is adored.

“I know, I know how you see yourself, Dean.  You see yourself the same way our enemies see you.  You’re destructive and you’re angry and you’re broken and you’re daddy’s blunt instrument.  And you think that hate and anger, that’s what drives you, that’s who you are.  It’s not.  And everyone who knows you sees it, and everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love.  You raise your little brother for love, you fought for this whole world for love.  That is who you are.

“You’re the most caring man on earth.  You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know.  You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you outta Hell...knowing you has changed me.

“Because you cared, I cared.  I cared about you, I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack, I cared about the whole world because of you. 

“You changed me, Dean.”

“Why does this sound like a goodbye?”

Dean’s greatest fear. His fear of those loving him leaving him. The terror of being alone.

“Because it is.

The head shake.  Don’t love me.  Don’t love me if it means you’ll leave me, don’t love me, everyone I love leaves me.  Don’t leave me.  Don’t love me.  Don’t leave me.

“Don’t do this, Cas.”

Just like I always thought.  One last look at Dean before the Empty takes him.

“Cas-”

“Goodbye Dean.”

And Dean is left, broken on the floor, unable to answer Sam’s calls, unable to do anything.  It doesn’t matter to him that Chuck has wiped everyone out, it doesn’t matter to him that Sam and Jack might need him.  It doesn’t matter.  It doesn’t matter, because the thing that mattered still hangs on his lips, still waiting to be said, and now he won’t get another chance to say it.

The fact that I am writing this, even with all my spec, with all my analysis of the writers’ room, of their text, of the way Dabb and co had approached this story, nothing could have ever prepared me for this.  Nothing could have prepared me for a three and a half minute, uninterrupted scene where Cas confesses not only that he loves Dean, but that he has always loved him.

I talk a lot about how these writers don’t get the credit they deserve.  Unfortunately, from most of this fandom, they never will.  We will likely never know the fights with the network they had, the steps backward they had to take, the way they had to beg and fight and claw to get this on the screen.  But they did it.  They did it for these characters, they did it for this dinosaur of a show, and yeah, they did it for us.

It was not easy, I can promise you, to get this greenlit.  They had to fight for this, they likely had to call in favors and make threats and quite literally put their careers on the line (you may scoff at that, but WB is a BIG company, especially in the TV/movie world) for this story.  This story of Dean and Cas, the man dragged out of Hell and the angel who fell for him.

I have tons more to say, and will likely have several more posts about this, but I want to leave all my babes who are worried that that was the end for Dean and Cas with some takeaways.

Sam is missing Eileen.  Dean is missing Cas.  That is no longer a fun subtextual parallel, that is it for them.  Their respective endgames are missing, and they will not know their peace until they get them back.  Chuck will not win.  That’s not the story being told, and right now?  He’s winning.  He’s broken them, left them with nothing, left them with an empty world and a hole in each of their hearts where their person (or angel) used to be.

Our show is going to end with “contentment.”  “Contentment” isn’t from Sam and Dean being filled with grief and hitting the open road.  It isn’t Sam getting Eileen back and leaving Dean with no one.  “Contentment” is Sam and Eileen, Dean and Cas.  Together.