#hes going to share photos of him trying out different costumes

[martyrbat]

batman/tmnt adventures #2

[ID: Dick Grayson in his costume swinging on top of a building's rooftop as the narration introduces, ‘Robin. The Boy Wonder. The lighter side of the Dark Knight.’ On the rooftop, Batman is already waiting for him as he's hunched in a crouch on top of a gargoyle and overlooking the city. Behind them, the sky is bright red and we can see more of the city lights and zeppelins. Robin asks, “Batman. I got Alfred's call. What's up!” But Batman notes, “You brought a friend.” The panel expands to reveal Barbara Gordon as Batgirl standing there. She awkwardly waves and tells him, “um, hey.” The narration box reads, ‘Batgirl. Fairly new to the whole crime-fighting thing. It rarely shows.’ Robin bunglingly excuses, “We were on a... team up.” Batman secretly smirks with amusement and makes a little grunt in response before he starts to actually disclose the crises (that isn't Robin's attempted dating life). END ID]

[vanishingstarrs]

twenty something

katsuki bakugo x reader, established relationship, just soft and pure vibes, down bad bakugo

( it was my bday on friday and i wanted to write something short and sweet, self indulgent for sure )

You didn’t care for birthdays.

You had never made a huge fuss over your own, anyway.

The last birthday party you remember having was back when you were still obsessed with fairy princesses and only spoke in broken sentences, likely only five.

Since then, it had really only ever been small dinners and hardly any presents. Your family never really had the means to do anything huge and you told yourself you never minded, that all you ever cared for was the acknowledgment of the day. And that was never skipped or glanced over, there was never a lack of love and you always felt grateful for another year.

It was true, you did feel that way and after the war those feelings only grew. You were more appreciative than ever, even more so for all the new friends and loved ones in your life.

Your boyfriend, Katsuki, especially.

And though you weren’t expecting anything, your boyfriend had other ideas. He’d come over the night before to make you dinner and give you a few gifts he’d gotten you. You swooned over his attention to detail, he cooked your favorite meal and got you things he knew you’d love.

“Katsuki…”

“I know.” He sighed,“You might not wanna accept it, I know how you are, you think it’s too much, but I’m not returning it.”

He stood up, walking behind you and pulling the intricately detailed locket from the box you had just opened, he unclasped it and moved your hair aside to secure it onto your neck,“Open it.”

You listened, opening the locket and feeling your heart swell.

Your boyfriend had not only gone through the trouble to get both your initials engraved on the back of the necklace, but he’d already gone ahead and selected two of your favorite pictures. One was just your favorite photo of him and the second was one of you two together from the first date you’d gone on together. It’d taken you so long to convince him to take that picture with you and as a result was now one of your favorites.

“Thank you, my love.” You looked up and kissed his cheek,“I love it very much.”

“Just thought you should have something, just in case…”

You gave him a look,“We don’t think like that, love, but I appreciate the sentiment you were going for and I’ll cherish it, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” He gave you a small smile,“Alright, you can open the rest, this was the only major one, don’t worry.”

You smiled and shared another kiss before proceeding to go through the rest of the gifts he’d gotten you. You worked in the hospital and he’d gotten a few things that would be useful; a few cute pens, a new pair of comfy shoes you’d been wanting to try out since your feet were always killing you, and a brand new water bottle (your last one got crushed after you accidentally ran it over with your car) and with it he’d also gotten tons of adorable stickers to decorate it.

You smiled big when you pulled a Hello Kitty plush out of the next bag and he rolled his eyes like he hadn’t been the one to purchase it.

“Don’t think I’m feeding your addiction to that weird ass cat.” He scoffed,“Just thought this one was actually kind of cool.”

Cool was an understatement.

Hello Kitty was known for lots of collabs with many of your favorite shows and characters, but this one? This plush was dressed in your boyfriend’s hero costume and the tag on it had his hero agency’s name on it so it was definitely official and not just some knock off.

“Didn’t even know they made these.” He explained,“Don’t remember approving that shit.”

You blushed,“I might’ve seen the papers on your desk one day and signed for you…”

“What?!” He stood up, shocked.

You shrugged,“I didn’t know they were actually going to go through with it, Sanrio teases lots of collabs so when I never saw it in stores I just guessed they went a different route.”

“When were you even in my office?” He asked, curious instead of upset.

“About a month ago, baby, remember? You were asked to patrol last minute because Eijiro’s wife went into labor and we had planned to have lunch together so I ended up dropping off food just in case you got a chance to stop and eat. I think your assistant, what’s his name, dropped off the papers and since I saw the logo on it… and well, I couldn’t help peeking.” You told him the story, feeling slightly guilty.

He rolled his eyes,“You’re lucky I don’t give a shit about that kinda stuff, otherwise I’d—”

You gasped suddenly,“Oh. My. God! Baby, what if they ask you to do a photo shoot with Hello Kitty, herself?! Wouldn’t that be amazing?”

Your boyfriend couldn’t help chuckle at your excitement,“I suppose it would be, a little bit, and I promise if that happens you’ll be on set with me that day, don’t worry.”

“Thank you, sweetie.” You gave him a big kiss and he handed you one final bag.

“Last one.” He said.

You rose an eyebrow at him as you peeked inside,“A dress? Do we have an occasion?”

“Only the best day of the year.” Katsuki took your hand and pulled you up to give you a hug,“I wanted to celebrate with you today because I’m a selfish bastard and I like having you to myself.” You felt him check his watch,“It’s officially midnight and officially your birthday.”

He pulled away slightly, holding your waist with one arm and placing his other hand on your cheek, making you immediately lean into the warmth of his touch. The kiss he gave you was gentle and full of so much love, you already knew this was your favorite of all birthdays just for the fact that you were spending it with him.

You opened your eyes and his gaze gave you butterflies, you felt like you did on your first date.

“Happy birthday, my love.”

“Thank you, Katsuki.” Your cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much.

“And I lied.” He said,“I do have one more thing for you, but it won’t be until later. We’ll sleep soon, and I’ll have a few more things to take care of before it, but I’d like you to take my card—”

“Baby, no…” You began to deny, he’d already gotten you enough.

“Yes.” He insisted,“You have a dress, all you need to do is find some accessories. Get some shoes, buy a new purse, hell buy yourself the whole store, baby, go fucking crazy. I’m asking nicely, and I’ll make sure you get something, trust me. And I want you ready by three, got it?”

You knew arguing with your boyfriend was pointless, that was one bad thing about the both of you, you were equally stubborn and fighting only ended when you got tired of it.

“Fine.” You relented.

True to his word, you went to bed soon after the gifts. Your boyfriend brought an overnight bag and you were happy to have him hold you in bed. When you woke up, however, his side of the bed was empty and in its place lay a birthday card.

You picked it up, smiling at the design he’d gone with and pictured him standing in front of the display for a long time before deciding. You opened it and out fell your boyfriend’s credit card, you rolled your eyes and set it aside to read the contents of the note.

Happy birthday, my pretty girl. I know you’re new to celebrating, but I plan to change that soon. You deserve the world and more, and I’ll do my best to make sure you get it.

P.S. Please enjoy this breakfast (see nightstand) and be dressed by 9! Mina will be stopping by to ensure you shop for all your needs.

P.P.S. I love you.

You quickly turned and found the aforementioned breakfast, a cup of hot coffee, and a beautiful bouquet of tulips decorated your nightstand. You smiled and snapped a photo, sending it to your boyfriend along with a thank you.

He must’ve just left to take care of whatever he was planning.

You tried not to think about it or your nerves and overthinking would definitely kick in. You ate your food and sipped your coffee in bed while checking and responding to any birthday messages, picking up immediately when you saw your parents calling. You almost teared up when they started singing happy birthday and laughed along with them, asking if you’ll see them later in the week for your annual dinner. They agreed and you finished the call with ‘I love you’s’.

By the time nine rolled around, you were ready and right on time was Mina’s knocking on your door. You opened it and got greeted with a hug.

“I heard free shopping trip and here I am!” She cheered,“Ready to do some damage?”

“Not quite.” You blushed,“What do you know about his plans?”

She shrugged,“Sworn to secrecy, dude, sorry.”

You scoffed and laughed as you said,“Whatever happened to chicks before dicks?”

You’d met Mina as a result of dating Katsuki and ever since then you’d hit it off with her as much as you had your boyfriend, you never really had too many close girlfriends and she was a very welcome surprise into your life.

“Doing this for my chick.” She elbowed you teasingly,“So grab ya bag, girl, we have places to be and money to spend!”

You listened, grabbing your purse and reluctantly taking your boyfriend’s card as per his request.

It didn’t take long for Mina to decide which stores you should head into. It did, however, take more than a few for you to actually want to buy anything. It wasn’t that you didn’t see things you liked, but it was hard for you to accept your boyfriend was paying for you.

You’d been brought up to be independent and though you knew the importance of being taken care of, it was hard not being the giver for once.

A pair of shoes eventually caught your eye and Mina caught on quick, calling over an associate with a mischievous smile,“My friend would love to see these in a size seven, please.”

“Right away, miss.”

The woman left to find them and you sighed,“I don’t know, Mina.”

“Girl, please, your man literally is begging you to spend some of his money and you’re hesitating? These shoes are to die for and he explicitly stated you should get some to match your dress. We already got a few cute pieces of jewelry, I think these would match perfectly to those.”

In the end, Mina convinced you. Or the saleswoman did, when she revealed the shoes you were trying on would actually go on sale next week and that she’d be happy to adjust the price for your special occasion.

For once, you’d been happy to reveal it was your birthday and you walked away even happier with your bargain made.

“That was so nice of her.” You beamed as you followed Mina around a purse store she liked.

You definitely didn’t need one of those, but your eyes wandered aimlessly to pass the time.

“Mhm.” She agreed before holding up a bag,“And how hot is this bag?! C’mon, Bakugo would want you to have this.”

You regretted turning around as you actually really liked the one she’d been trying to show you,“Nope, got a bag, but thanks.”

“And you have shoes and jewelry, babe, the whole point of this trip was to treat yourself.” Your friend countered. She was right and you hated it.

You sighed,“I know, but I bought stuff already…”

“A few inexpensive sterling silver rings off that lady’s booth outside and a pair of shoes marked way down from the original price, this would be an actual treat.”

“Yes, but… I mean he already got me this nice necklace and the dress and all the other little things, plus he’s planning who knows what, I don’t think I need a new purse, mine may not be designer but it’s held up and it’ll be fine for a while longer.” You explained.

“He has the means to,” Mina walked up to you and pulled your current bag off your shoulder to replace with the one she was trying to convince you on,“Plus no one ever needs a new purse, it’s a want and it’s okay to have those, you know.”

You remembered the birthday card. You deserve the world and more…

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you sighed. Mina walked up behind you and wrapped her arms around you, smiling and raising her eyebrows,“So…? Whatcha gonna do?”

She drove a hard bargain.

“You need to consider you might be in the wrong field.” You pushed her playfully as she looped her arm through yours and led the way to the cash register. Your heart might have actually broken while swiping your boyfriend’s card across and your fingers were definitely shaking as you typed in the pin for it.

You knew your boyfriend received alerts for any purchases, especially big ones, and you were just about ready to turn back around when you heard your phone ping, assuming the worst. He had to be pissed at that one.

my love: Glad to see Mina’s doing her job, don’t you dare feel guilty. You deserve this and more 🧡

You looked up to find Mina glancing at you and smiling,“Told ya.”

The last purchase you made was with your own money as you’d run out of your favorite blush and needed to replace it. You enjoyed lunch with your friend and she drove you back home where she proceeded to stake claim on your bedroom floor to get herself ready with you.

“You’re really not gonna tell me?” You asked your friend as you applied a light layer of foundation.

“I’m sure you could guess…” Mina shrugged as she curled her eyelashes,“But I really can’t say, all he told me was to take you shopping and keep you busy until three. He’s having a car pick us up.”

“You don’t even know?!” You turned around, shock written all over your face.

Mina snorted,“No, I’m trolling you, I totally know.”

“Ugh.”

You got ready in silence, save for some music Mina decided to play from a small portable speaker she brought with her.

Once the clock hit three, you were officially an anxious wreck. Your phone pinged.

my love: Your carriage awaits.

You made sure Mina was ready and that you weren’t forgetting anything before heading out, finding your “carriage” was your boyfriend’s car and he stood by the passenger door, holding the door open for you with a lazy smile. He was wearing nice clothes too and your eyes stuck to him like glue,“Wow.”

“Wow yourself.” He gave you a quick kiss, careful not to smudge your lipstick.

Mina fake gagged,“You two are disgusting.”

“Shut up and get in.” Katsuki told her before turning back to you, eyes soft,“You ready?”

You released a deep breath,“I guess so… I mean what am I even ready for?”

He smiled,“Don’t stress, just go with it. You’re about to find out anyway.”

It was hard not to, and you were sure your palms were sweating more than his as Katsuki always held your hand while driving.

You were quick to recognize the drive back to his house and relaxed a little bit, deciding he was right. Enough was enough, why not just go with it? You had amazing friends and an even better boyfriend, you deserved to get treated nicely. And he would never plan anything you weren’t ready for or wouldn’t like, as proven by the night before and the morning of shopping.

You didn’t see any cars or anything parked outside his house and you narrowed your eyes at him,“What’s going on? Seriously.”

He said nothing as he got out and opened your door for you, extending a hand out and helping you out of the car in your fancy new clothes and accessories. “Close your eyes.”

“For?”

“Please.”

Mina nudged you from behind and you obliged quickly.

He held your hand and led you with one hand on your lower back as you dutifully kept your eyes closed, you heard the jingling of keys and figured Mina must be unlocking the door for you.

“Watch your step.” Katsuki warned you and you felt him help you regardless as you stepped into his house.

Not one second of warning was given before it happened.

“Surprise!”

You opened your eyes immediately, hands going up to your mouth as you found your entire group of friends in your boyfriend’s living room, wearing party hats and blowing noisemakers. Streamers and balloons littered the room and a cake with your name on it sat on a designated dessert table. You almost cried when you spotted your parents and two brothers in one section.

“Happy birthday, baby.” Katsuki whispered in your ear before you were tackled by your family first, then your friends, and even some of your work family had shown up to wish you another happy year.

You felt a little overwhelmed at first, but slowly you relaxed. It hit you how happy you were, how much joy had been brought on by everything your boyfriend had done. You hadn’t experienced this type of celebration in a long time and it was nice to be seen by those who you held dear. Your boyfriend hardly left your side as you spoke and got around to saying hi to everyone. “Don’t let him go.” Your mother even whispered into your hair as she hugged you tight and gave you kisses,“Good ones are hard to come by.”

“He’s the best.” You agreed with a huge smile.

You eventually split up as you spoke with a few of your friends and even some of his, happy to catch up with Kirishima’s wife.

You held her son and spouted baby nonsense to him as she spoke your ear off about how her husband and Katsuki had been thick as thieves planning the day months in advance, and how she’d even been roped into calling people and checking on their availability. You thanked her for being part of it and looked up to where the two men now stood away, somehow still looking mischievous. You didn’t doubt they might even already be planning the next thing.

The night went by in the blink of an eye.

You saw friends you hadn’t seen in a while, learned the hard truth of standing awkwardly in front of a cake while everyone sang happy birthday to you, ate amazing food and cake, had a couple drinks, and lastly opened a few more gifts from those who had brought one. (You may or may not have received a few more Dynamite x Hello Kitty collab items).

Katsuki held you from behind as you watched your and his friends mingle together,“Did I do a good job?”

“I don’t know how I’ll top it for yours.” You said back, turning around in his arms, placing yours around his neck,“You did amazingly, I never thought I would have this one day.”

“For the rest of your life, I promise you will.”

You didn’t know why, but it felt much heavier when he said that. Like he wasn’t just promising you a lifetime of birthday parties, but like he was promising something else. You thought back to the way he smirked at you across the room when you saw him talking to Kirishima and your heart skipped again. There was no way. You’d only been together for a little over a year…

And yet…

Nah.

You pushed those thoughts away and allowed yourself to be happy in the now.

In his arms.

You kissed him,“I love you.”

You really couldn’t have asked for a better day, surrounded by the people who loved you— or for a better boyfriend, who made you feel seen in both little and big ways. Who went out of his way to ensure you were always happy and loved. You might just have a new favorite day of the year and it was all thanks to him.

“Happy birthday, gorgeous.”

Yup, you officially loved birthdays.

[dvlboy]

halloweenie costume

a/n: i don’t play obey me and didn’t realize he had a mummy costume ☹️ this one is more fitting though! if you’ve ever thought a slasher / slasher costume was hot, this is for you.

minors dni, warning below cut.

warning: SLASHER COSTUMED READER, mask kink, I think as Michael myers?, blowjobs, throat bulge, knife play, implied poly with mamms, dia and luci, facials, photo taking, non-con photo sharing

“c’mon..!! i wanna see the costume, and this cool costume you keep bragging to me about!!” mammon was grumbling to himself while he laid on your bed, kicking his feet, rolling around on your mattress. you two were invited to diavolo’s birthday party and halloween party! mammon was currently in his purple tux, white mask laying on your bed while he waited. He was curious about your costume, a “slasher” from what you explained to him. he could hear rustling in the bathroom, before you opened the bathroom door to him. 

mammon sat up, placing his own mask on before he looked at you, pausing. he was glad that he had the white piece of plastic on his face because he could hide the growing blush on his face. you were in a loose blue jumpsuit, but the first half of it was unbuttoned. there was a fake knife on your gloved hands and a hockey mask on your face. 

“it is way too hot in hell for me to wear it fully, y’know?” a chuckle escaped your lips, before you turned to your boyfriend, “so whaddya think mammon? does it match your expectations?” your body moved closer to him, posing and flexing. the fabric on your costume parted, showing off your chest. after a few seconds, you had to pause. 

“mammon? helloo..? also take that stupid mask off its creeping me out.” you approached him, poking his shoulder before waving your hand around his masked face.

Slowly, mammon pulled off the mask on his face, a bright red blush and a flustered face. his eyes were avoiding yours, but he could tell that you were catching on. 

“why so quiet now mammy? weren’t you in a rush to leave? why so quiet now? clearly you like my costume,” he could hear the smirk in your voice, “but we really should get going now, unless you wanna be late for the party.”

you grabbed his hand, ready to tug him to the venue before he tugged back. “W-wait,” mammon gulped, “uhh just give me a few minutes, don’t want anyone else to see you like this..” he placed his hand over your chest, feeling the comfort of your heartbeat. 

“oh yeah? then why don’t you take the lead?” mammon sent a quick text on his DDD before taking you back to your bed, hand slipping into your costume. 

you could feel his hands pop open the costume, sliding the top half of the fabric off of your torso. his hands landed on your chest, thumbs rubbing your nipples while his other fingers groped you. 

“i’ve never been super interested in what you call ‘slashers,’ but if they get you like this maybe i’ll try a different one next year!” mammon grumbled in response, a small mutter along the lines of a shut up from his lips while he groped you. he leaned closer until his forehead touched your bare skin, in between your chest. seeing the masked figure look down at him with hidden emotion made something hot burn within him. mammon could feel your hand tussle into his white hair, pushing him closer to your chest.

your other hand grabbed the jumpsuit and pushed it lower, until your underwear band was showing, and the same hand that pushed your boyfriend closer pulled him away.

“go on, take a look then get to work.” there was a sternness in your tone that made mammon  stifle a groan, instead choosing to glance at your body and how unfair that he couldn’t look like that. he could feel the same hand on his head push him lower, forcing him on his knees.

you pushed your pelvis closer to his face, adjusting your stance until the material of your underwear was touching his lip. 

“unless you’re planning on wasting my time, you better suck me off as if this knife was to your throat.” there was a teasing tone in your voice, and he could feel the thin plastic against his neck.

he knows it's fake, and he knows that it's just a stupid costume, but the thrill of having that fake blade pressed on his neck, and his lip feeling the cotton of your boxers is enough for him. more than enough for him to feel heat in his core, and to feel himself strain against his dress pants.

you looked through the eye holes to see your boyfriend bite on the waistband, staring back at you while he slooooowly pulled the fabric down until they released the grand prize. Immediately he could smell the soap and the products you used to wash yourself with before getting ready, but regardless being so close to your cock was a temptation. his face went to the base of your cock, and a wet kiss to the base of it was enough to make you shiver. mammon took one big inhale of your smell, looked up at you and the blade to his neck before he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist and took the tip to his lips, before trying to fill his mouth with dick.

except mammon thought he’d be better at sucking dick than he really is, so when he could feel his cheeks expand with dick and he gagged lightly when it hit the back of his throat, he was suddenly aware of his oral capabilities. 

but you didn’t care, so why should he? a relentless force, driving your hips into his mouth, sometimes rutting against his face, cock rubbing against his tongue. your hands migrated, the knived hand entangled into his locks and the other forcing his jaws open, a vice grip on his face. mammon grabbed your thighs and gagged everytime you tried to push into his throat, tears forming in his eyes and voice becoming hoarse. but slowly and surely you dug into his throat, reaching deeper and deeper, hitting and bulging out his throat.

the white haired male could feel you pulse inside his throat, and your raging veins throb against the walls of his throat. he couldn’t breathe, but the idea of your cock filling out his throat brought a twisted arousal. he could feel the tears run down his cheeks and the feeling of your pubes tickling his mouth and lip. it was too overwhelming and not enough.

“such a good boy, mammon, when you’re not complaining. i should have used this mouth long ago..” he only whined against your cock, sending vibrations, but seeing you groan and throw your arms back made him retain a small part of his dignity. at least he had some power over you.

mammon was starting to look and sound fucked, tears running down his cheeks. the sound of hallow cavities being filled, wet noises and the occasional groan and gag were the only things in the air.

until you heard a vibration from where his DDD was. you snapped your fingers at a bleary eyed mammon, subservient and obedient. maybe he didn’t have enough oxygen to try and deny your statement from before. he blinked away his tears and went to get his device, mouth sore and dripping with saliva from how you fucked his face. your cock had a ring of saliva on it too, a testament to how much he could fit in his mouth. he did wonder why you wanted his DDD though, as you’re usually a private person.

he handed it to you, and waited, watched as you leaned against the wall with your throbbing dick and read the long message his friend, a demon he met at a casino that somehow got into the party. he seemed cool but was a complete kiss up to the prince, even having the audacity to scold you. he pressed up against you, kissing your balls and suckling on the veins. once those same eyes looked at him and notioned to our cock once again, he didn’t have to be asked twice. he was so turned on from seeing this side of you, he was tented in his boxers, leaking precum. anything could set him off.

“smile!” a flash could be heard, and the sound of a choked groan and grunt could be heard. the last of mammons oxygen was being pushed out of his lungs, and when you looked down at him like a dog in heat, he couldn’t help but feel ashamed seeing the dirty mark in the crotch of his pants, the vibrant purple now staining dark. 

“don’t want him in our ass, plus its not like its the first time he walked in on us, right?” you joked before pulling out your cock, and letting your boyfriend catch his breath. you pushed your cock off his face for the first one, more centred on his stained body and his flushed, sweaty face. “these two are for me,”you mused, “need a reminder for next year..” 

then you put your cock back in his mouth. he felt more shy then before, but also had the same sick arousal as before. “stick out your bottom lip, m’close.” you hunched over his face, chucking the knife onto the floor far, far away from your boyfriend. it was fake, but it still scared you. 

“goooood boy..” focus was in your eyes while you positioned the camera, smearing saliva on hs face before a flash and a click was heard. you turned it back to him. “shit my dick looks good in this photo, but aren’t you pretty? your friend would love to see it, maybe even jerk off to your pretty face. would be prettier with my cum on your face.” 

“do it then, please. c-cum on my face!” his voice was hoarse from misuse, and very muffled from the dick lodged in his mouth. but those pleading eyes, how could you say no? you told him to work for it, and he did.

plus you were going to be considerably late to this party, and luckily it wasn’t lucifer messaging you. if you pulled the same shit you both would die. 

so you grabbed his hair with both hands and worked his throat to your liking, hands massaging his scalp while he let himself be used.

“m’cumming, uh, shit, now-” you pulled away just in time to plant your cock in the centre of his face, spraying creamy seed in ropes against his skin, staining it a thick, milky white. you did quite a number on him, getting it in his hair, on his skin, glazing his lips. he had to close his eyes to prevent it from going in there too. he could hear another flash–you sent that one to both the pesky demon and you. 

“you were amazing babe, but i think we should get going!” a small bit of panic fled into your voice, and he couldn’t help but deadpan.

“babe you ruined my makeup, my face, hair, clothing, and fucked up my throat. i should be your favourite because of this, so don’t rush me.” 

you did make it on time, but that pesky demon couldn’t meet either of you in the eyes, and most of the brothers and demons asked you at least once about why you were so late. plus you had to get another few gifts for the prince himself since he was moping on where you two would be. (he missed you :( )

but lucifer especially sent you a dangerous glare, leading you away from the rest. in a private room, he slid his DDD to you quietly, and you froze seeing the pictures you sent to the demon. pesky little snitch he was, but it didn’t seem like lucifer was mad. he was scowling like he normally does, but he was also blushing. and hard. 

[bbcphile]

Thoughts on character and costume?

I really love how the respective characters have different colour palettes, silhouettes but in particular material/textures to their costuming. Fang Duobing is a little princess so he gets pale pastels, fancy ornamentation and transparent gauzy fabrics which I find so cute, he’s not just rich he’s *expensive* and *pretty* it’s pretty funny that he matches the actual princess in the red leaves mountain case

DFS gets your wide shoulder bad guy rich deep colours with thick layers and lots of metal detailing but it veers towards grand instead of pretty. Hot topic young DFS is leather and studs lmao. Brocade and fur & shit.

LLH is a linen boi and he almost never has any metal on him, we all know his natural material hair ornament meta etc. Interestingly, he does share some colour palette and fabric overlap with FDB, we se him with his tits out transparent outer layer sometimes. No structure all flowy silhouette

someone on here made a post abt their differing sleeve styles but I can’t find it!

I wanted to gush but also do u have any extra costume thoughts + how they relate to one another? You have a great knack for finding good photos of the show too 😅

Thanks for the ask, @lei-llustrations , and I love your analysis of the outfits! I'm so sorry it took me forever to respond! I had grand plans for a full essay analyzing DFS's costumes, and then I ran out of spoons for doing that. (The short version of the point I was going to prove is that his a-Fei outfits have elements of what seem to be his favorite details from his fancier alliance leader outfits, so it seemed like evidence of LLH trying to make up for making him be in disguise and without his power. I'm thinking of the maroon-red one with studs in the sleeves in particular, but there are echoes of his preferences in the other ones, too.)

Since I'll never actually respond if I wait to put that meta together, here's a shorter one, with my thoughts on DFS's official Alliance Leader robes (screenshot taken from ep 40, when delivering the wangchuan flower).

LLH and FDB both call him Di mengzhu in the wangchuan flower scene, because he's clearly dressed in a way that makes this an Official Visit. I find it fascinating that he wears his alliance leader outfit instead of his grey, maroon, and gold outfit that he wears for non-alliance matters (aka. the wedding room outfit, which he also wears for such Xiangyi-related purposes as the reunion duel that doesn't happen and grieving for him in the middle of the night). After all, he's giving LLH a gift to save his life and issuing him a friendly anniversary honeymoon challenge, so you'd think that would call for his dating outfit, not his official garb.

BUT! What if he's using his official Alliance Leader regalia as a way of saying that not only a-Fei/Lao Di, but also Di Mengzhu and the Jinyuan Alliance want him to live? It's more than just essentially creating Peace Treaty version 2.0, and trying to get life back to what could have been if SGD and JLQ hadn't ruined everything: their people at peace, and the two of them meeting for friendly duels rather than death matches. Yes, only LLH and FDB are there to witness it, but by showing up in his Official Capacity, he's also correcting all the narratives about the enmity between himself and Li Xiangyi, and in giving him the flower, he's officially declaring that Di Mengzhu wants Li Lianhua to heal and have his strength and power back more than he wants to gain martial arts power himself.

This is a HUGE deal. DFS formed the Jinyuan Alliance as a way of climbing the ranks of the jianghu, because his goal was to gain strength so he'd never be helpless or forced to do someone's bidding again. And yet, he wears the outfit that symbolizes that striving and his place at the top of it to GIVE AWAY THE FLOWER THAT WOULD CEMENT HIS PLACE AT THE TOP OF THE JIANGHU. He wants Li Lianhua to not just live but also to regain the strength SGD and JLQ stole from him, which would mean that Li Xiangyi would quite possibly defeat him, and he would welcome that, because it's not about self-protection anymore: now, what he wants more than anything else, is for Li Xiangyi/Lianhua to live.

If that's not enough of an emotional gut punch, try this: Di Feisheng told Li Xiangyi at the start of the show that swordsmen shouldn't have weaknesses. Di Feisheng has only really had two "weaknesses" (vulnerabilities might be more accurate): his desiring the wangchuan flower (which led to SGD and JLQ incapacitating him) and Li Lianhua. It feels like a monumental shift to me that, at the end of the show, Di Feisheng hands one weakness to the man who is the other: essentially, he is announcing to the world that nothing is more important to him than Li Lianhua's recovery, and he doesn't care who knows it.

It also feels very pertinent that his official outfit is wedding red, and he's essentially showing up in his fanciest remaining outfit to offer Li Lianhua his heart on a platter priceless magical flower in a box the way someone might show up at the house of their beloved with boxes and boxes of betrothal gifts. Not that DFS explained that or LLH picked up on it, because that would involve better communication skills than either of them had.

[napakmahal]

Could you possibly do a Hiro x reader (fem or gn) where the Reader goes to their first comic con in cosplay with him?

If not, that is completely fine and understandable. I love your writing! have a wonderful day/night 💗

Hiro is not a stranger to comic cons but his costumes are always kinda mediocre and simple. He doesn’t have hundred of dollars to blow on costumes and wigs or the sewing skills required to make any of them. So when you agree to go with him to your first comic con he gets an umph in his costuming because you can’t do his makeup for him.

You two are definitely the Beast Boy and Raven duo. They’re cheap easy costumes to thrift and give you the creative liberties to paint yourself a gray-ish color and put on dark eye makeup and paint your boyfriend green and glue on fake elf ears with eyelash glue onto him.

And he’s genuinely excited about it. Like it’s the most accurate of a costume he’s ever had and the best part is that he gets to share it with you.

“Okay, be careful. The paint is water activated so don’t get any water in your face.” You pointed.

He’s a little preoccupied trying not to close his mouth because the glue you used to put fangs in his teeth hadn’t dried yet. His jaw starts to hurt so he’s not exactly listening.

You’ve never known Hiro to be one that likes to take photos. In fact when he has to take family vacation photos he nearly cusses Tadashi out when he wants to take multiple from different angles and different lighting. But when you guys actually get to the convention in your costume he wants to take more photos than you do.

“Hiro we’ve been hogging this spot. We’ve already taken like a million pictures, I think we’re good.”

“Just-bear with me. Plus, this is my first convention with you.”

“We can take more next time.”

And bro would actually freeze. Like when Renolds suggested that Charlotte and George were a perfect match and George went ‘you think?’

“Wait-you’ll come to another one of these with me?”

You rolled your eyes. “Umm duh, this was hella fun. Of course I’ll come with you. I’ll come with you every time!”

Hiro isn’t one for pda but right then and there he start up assaulted your forehead by kissing it repeatedly.

[grapenehifics]

WIP Wednesday

This will be the last time I share something from Let's Get Together (a.k.a. Obikin Parent Trap AU) in a WIP Wednesday, because it won't be a WIP anymore; keep an eye out for chapter one going up on AO3 this weekend!

“Can I see your pictures?” Leia asked.

“Pictures of what?”

She rolled her eyes. “Me, silly. You said you brought the pictures Ben gave you of me and my dad. I wanna see ‘em.”

“Can we do this later? What about swimming?”

“It’ll just take a minute.” She held out her hand. “Please?”

It would probably be less time and effort for Luke to just give in and give her what she wanted. He un-zipped the bag he’d just zipped up and pulled out his stack of photos. “Hang on; let me…”

She snatched the photos away. “…find them,” Luke finished lamely, but Leia wasn’t listening.

“Oh, wow,” she said. “That’s my papa.” She reached out and dragged her fingertips down the surface of the photograph.

Luke thought about correcting her – “no, that’s my papa,” – but he let it go. “He took me to Legoland last year,” he said instead. “That’s where we took that picture.”

“He wears glasses now?”

“Sometimes,” Luke shrugged.

She flipped to the next picture in the stack. “Who’s that?”

“Grandpa Qui-Gon?”

“Oh.” Leia cocked her head to the side. “He looks different.”

“Well that’s when he was playing Richard the Third,” Luke explained. “So he’s got all his makeup and his costume on and stuff.”

“Oh.” Leia flipped again. The third picture, Luke knew, was a close-up of Ani. He had shorter hair, back then, and his eyes were closed, and his lips were puckered, pressing a kiss to the top of a baby’s head, who he had cradled to his chest. “Oh,” she said again, more softly this time. “Is that me? I’ve never seen this picture before.”

Luke shook his head. “Uh-uh. I’m the baby. Papa says it’s the first picture he ever took of me and Ani together.”

“Oh,” Leia said again. “Okay, that one I know is me,” she said proudly, pointing at the fourth picture. It was of her and Luke together, playing at the park. They were trying to go down a slide at the same time, Luke sitting in front of Leia. They were both maybe about two years old.

“Do you ever go to that park, anymore?” Luke asked her.

She shook her head. “We moved. Me and Dad. After you guys left. He got a new job. We have a pool, now.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah. Hey.” Leia had come to the final picture Luke had brought with him to camp. “My dad has this picture at home, too.”

“Really?” Luke’s papa had seemed really glad to let Luke have his copy, when he gave it to him.

It was of Ani and Ben both, and they were outdoors together after dark somewhere, maybe camping or around a firepit, and they were sitting very close beside each other, and Ben had his arm around Ani’s shoulders, and Ani had his hand resting on Ben’s knee. Ben was laughing about something, looking off to the side past the camera, and Ani was also smiling, but looking at Ben.

“Let’s go swimming,” Leia said all of a sudden, and handed the pictures back.

[bitchywitchyvibes666]

Fire and Ice  (NSFW )

Second person pov ~~~~~~~~~~ 

Fire and ice, it was a combination you knew very well and you knew how beautifully the two very different colours went together. You saw how well Shoto made them look and thought you could do it too. You spent hours online finding a dress that made up a perfect combination of both of the colours, you looked through all the reviews and seeing all the photos of happy shoppers with the dress so you bought it. 

Once it got here you couldn’t help the rush of excitement that came with holding the beautiful white box. You’d rush to your shared bedroom before gently placing the box on the bed, taking your time to open it and take out the dress. It was even more beautiful in person, photos really didn’t do it justice. 

You ran your hand over the silk of the dress, taking care when going over the small details. A soft smile adorned your face as you stared at the dress before moving to try it on. Getting rid of Shoto’s old hoodie and your old stained sweats to switch to your dream dress. You spent a good half hour fixing your hair and applying light makeup before putting on the dress and moving in front of the mirror. 

Your smile quickly dying the longer you stared at the person staring back at you, the dress was completely perfect. The colour, the fabric, the design, even how comfortable the corseted top was even thought it laced in the front, just everything was perfect but now it felt like something was out of place. It fit perfectly, like it was truly made for you but it just didn’t feel right on you. Maybe it was how your boobs looked slightly spilling from the top, the way your leg looked through the slit on the side, the way your stomach slightly protruded even in the corset, the way the colour of your skin looked with it. You couldn’t pin point exactly what the problem was you just knew it was you, you knew that you were thing that was out of place. 

You were so wrapped up in your staring that you hadn’t even heard Shoto come home until he cleared his throat. You jumped slightly, letting out a small gasp as you turned to face Shoto, still clad in his hero costume, by the door of your shared bedroom. 

His multicoloured eyes trailing over your form in the dress making you shift your weight slightly not noticing it caused more leg to be shown. He was just silently taking you in as your mind raced about what could possibly be going through the stoic mans head. 

“You look absolutely stunning darling, please tell me you just gracing me with this view” 

You just stared as his voice travelled through you, never failing to make you clench your thighs slightly but this time your heart also clenched. Just gracing him? Did he not want others to see you in it? Did it really look that bad? Before you could even gather your wits or form a single sentence he spoke again, almost like he read your mind. 

“I couldn’t bring myself to share such a mouth-watering view with anyone else. If I had known this is what I’d be coming home to then I would of been home sooner my love, I apologise” 

You could only mutter a single “oh” before he was closing the distance between you two, large hands making their way to sit on the curve of your hips before sliding up to hold your waist. He stared down at you before moving a large hand to hold your cheek. 

“May I, love?” He questioned before his eyes moved to your lips, always the gentleman was your Shoto. You wanted to say yes, give him exactly what he was asking for you, drown in the perfection that was your man but you just couldn’t. You felt so unattractive right now and you couldn’t bear the thought of him having to deal with that. 

You shook your head as you moved back slightly, stepping out of Shoto’s waiting arms. Your heart ached as you watched the look of confusion that crossed his pretty face. You wanted nothing more than to go back and get lost in him but you knew if you didn’t like how you looked right now then he certainly wouldn’t. 

“My love is something the matter? If you don’t wish to do anything then I can understand but I will ask you to change because I don’t think my self control will last if you wear that.” 

You couldn’t help the blush that left you feeling hot all over, how could he talk like that when you looked like this? You knew first hand that Shoto was very good with his hands but not many people realised how amazing he was with his words. Shoto had a way of making you fall when it came to his words, he could get you to do or say anything, it was truly magic. 

“I’m gonna change anyway Sho, I don’t look as good as I thought I would” You couldn’t stop the words that tumbled out of you at the sight of his confused face and tilted head. You started to playing with your fingers as you looked at the floor, unable to look into his eyes after you had spoken. 

“Don’t look good? Darling I can assure you that good isn’t even where I would begin to describe you. You look utterly divine and I’m having a hard time controlling myself, I would be more than happy to show you what I think of the way you look especially in that dress” 

You looked up at him with wide as eyes as you watched his perfectly sculpted lips pull into a small smirk. His multicolour eyes shone with desire as he watched the way your breathing picked up at his words. He moved towards you with big strides as you tried to back up until your back hit the wall as he placed one hand on the wall by your head and the other came to rest his fingers under your chin. 

You could only release a breathless sigh of his name before he placed his lips on yours. His lips were always surprisingly warm and very soft and they moved in perfect time with yours. He had tilted your head up to get a better angle but still had to bend his slightly, his split hair gently tickling your face as you kissed. 

Your hands came to rest on his biceps, one a warmer than the other, you gently squeezed them as he pushed himself further against your body, his bulge pressing into your abdomen. He parted his lips from yours, giving you a second to deny him and when he saw no rejection he moved to kiss you again. His tongue gently swiping across your bottom lip, begging for access so he could truly started to show you how beautiful he finds you. 

You moved to wrap your around around his neck as his tongue battled for dominance with yours. You put up a small fight with your tongue but you knew you’d give into him in the end, you always did. Shoto always worked your body the best when he was in control. His lips parted from yours once again moving down your jaw to your neck, kissing, licking, sucking and biting the sensitive skin of your neck making sure to leave his mark. He loved leaving his mark because he loved reminding people that you were his. 

Your soft moans were cut off by a gasp and Shoto moved to pick you up, your legs moving around his slender waist and he moved you over to the end. He was gentle in the way he laid you down on the bed, your back hitting the softest sheets you’d ever owned. His breathing hadn’t even picked up as he looked down at you before he spoke. 

“Tell me to stop now or at any point and I will dear but right now I have to have you, please allow me as much” 

You answered him but kissing him once more, with more desperation and need than before. He responded with just as much enthusiasm, moving to push the hard budge in his pants against you as you kissed, making you moan into the kiss. You made out for a few moments more before he pulled away leaving a string of saliva as his skilled fingers moved to undo the corset that hide your perfects tits from his view. 

Once he had gotten the corset out of the way he made his way to your tits, taking one nipple into his warm mouth, teeth gently scraping your tit as his fingers pulled and played with the other, using his quirk to leave one half of you colder than the other. Your moans and whimpers filled the space between you as he gently bit your nipple before switching sides. 

Once he was satisficed with his worked he started to softly pull off your dress, making sure not to ruin it because he’d definitely make sure to see you in it again. Hopefully with the same ending in mind. 

He sat back on his heels as he took in the sight before him, you were clad in nothing but pale blue panties, hair now the most perfect mess he’d ever seen and your skin looked like heaven when it was flushed with desire. He trailed one hand over your thigh, fingers gently teasing the inside of your thigh as he heard you whimper, he loved the way you sounded. 

He moved to stand at the end of the end of the bed, placing his hand on your thighs to drag you to the end of the bed, kneeling on the floor so he had better access to your covered cunt. He brushed his nose against your panties before pressing his tongue against then, relishing in the choked moan that came from you. Loving the whines of “Shoto please” he knew exactly what you wanted and you’d get it, in time. 

He continued to tease your clothed cunt as you moaned and begged him to just take them off and eat you out but he couldn’t help but love the way you begged so prettily for him, he just had to give you what you wanted when you sounded that good. He pulled away just long enough to pull your panties off before diving back into your perfect cunt. His tongue teasing your wet hole before sliding up and teasing your clit. He moved a finger to gently circle your hole before gently pushing it, loving how it felt to have his finger inside you. He sucked your clit into his mouth and he gently pumped his finger inside you.  

Fuck you teased divine, he didn’t know what he loved more, the taste of you or the way you moaned his name. His free hand moving to palm his cock cover his hero costume as he ate you out, gently thrusting against his hand the moan you more. He gently prodded another finger against your hole before gently inching it in, he curled them ever so slightly to hear the way your breath hitched as he did. He continued to suck on your clit, sometimes teasing it with his teeth and pump his slender fingers inside you until he felt you clench around them. Your moaning was louder now and your legs started to tense and that’s when he pulled away and sucked on his fingers, earning a disappointed whine from you.

You whined as you moved your head up from the bed to look at him, ready to complain at the lose of contact but instead found yourself watching Shoto stripped. His eyes stayed trained on you and his boxers dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them in-between your legs. One hand resting on your hip as the other gently gripped the base of his cock. 

“Ready, love?” God it was almost sinful the way he sounded right now, voice so hot ad heavy with need and desire. You stared up at him and moaned a needy yes at him, ready to have his cock ruin you. He smirked as he brushed the tip of his cock against your cunt, his cock head hitting your clit with ever swipe. The more you begged and the more his teasing resolve fell, he need to be inside you and he needed it now. 

He pushed the tip of his cock inside and let out a low moan as he did so, perfectly in time with your higher pitched one. He stilled for a moment before pushing the rest of his cock, once he reached the base he stopped to give you time to adjust. Once you gave your moan of approvable he started to gently pump his cock into you. 

The hand gripping your hip tightened as he moved, the one coming to rest by your head as he slowly thrusted deep inside your cunt. Your hands come to rest on his back, nails digging into his back as he started to speed him, hitting so deliciously deep inside of you. 

Shoto could only think of how fucking good you felt around his cock, this was as close to heaven as he was ever gonna get. He savoured every moan and whine of his name as he he hammered into your perfect cunt. You saw stars as Shoto leaned back and moved the hand away from by your head to rub your clit, his fingers working your body to the most ground breaking orgasm as he started to moan. Legs clenched around his waisted as he moaned your name, both hands how holding your lips as he pumped his release into you, loving the way you milked his cock. 

He moved to lay his forearms by your head, damp forehead pressed against yours as you both heavy breathed, coming down your your highs. He pressed his lips to yours before saying “You look better in my colours than I do darling, keep the dress for me please” 

You smiled and nodded at him, willing to do anything for this reaction again. 

[henryyarden]

Comparing yourself and your boyfriend to iornon is insulting. You are both not strangers, you do not care about each other, you have common things and understanding, you also talked a lot. There is also clearly no evil ridicule and humiliation in your relationship.

It's none of my business, but I just hope that you two are doing great in a relationship and understanding like RocheCiri, and not like iornon.

(Okay, I said I'm going to ignore her, but this is too much, I just can't. Please forgive me.)

DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT THIS IS WHAT WE DO? Honey, this is not how cosplay works. We do not change our whole personalities and our relationship dynamic for our costumes. Not to say how often we would have to throw out everything about our relationship to fit what we are just doing.

No, we don't think we are Iorveth and Vernon (thank gods) and if you think about your life this way, please don't. Don't bend your life to your favourite fictional characters. And if you already do, try to get some help. These characters are not real. Ciri and Vernon don't exist in our world. Just as Iorveth and Vernon don't exist.

I know that from my Tumblr profile it looks like I do not have anything else to do in my life than simp over Rorveth just the way it looks like you don't have anything to do in your life than to hate every ship that is not Roche/Ciri, so let me get this straight.

Doing Rorveth photos doesn't mean we compare ourselves or our relationship to them.

Just as we don't compare our relationship to lord Hans Capon and Henry of Skalitz.

Just as we don't think we are Nilfgaardian soldiers.

Just as I don't want my husband to pay with his life for making him the captain of the Black Pearl.

Just as I don't steal and he doesn't kill people.

(Honestly I still live for this ship from completely different settings.)

Just as we don't want to go on a journey to destroy the One ring.

Just as we don't think we are important figures of Tamriel.

We don't compare our relationship to any of these characters and their possible ships. We are cosplayers. We are a couple that share a passion about movies and books and video games and we love to discuss them as proud nerds we are, but we don't share a mental illness which would make us actually believe we are the characters.

I don't want our relationship to look like Iorveth and Vernon, and I for sure don't want it to look like Vernon and Ciri (who by the way didn't share a single sentence in the source material if you so insist on comparing). I want it to be just the way it is - two people who love each other and share a strong passion for their common HOBBY.

You don't have to be worried about our relationship, because WE know what is real and what is fiction. Maybe you should also try it.

[that-one-gay-aew-enthusiast]

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Warnings: friends to lovers, mutal pining, smoking, wet dreams, confessions, oral (fem recieving), fingering, unprotected sex, passionate sex, quiet sex, praise kink, hair pulling, male + female orgasm Word count: 2.4k Genre: fluff + smut Summary: You and Dan are forced to share a singular double bed. Pairings: assitant!reader x actor!dan A/n: The Dan brainrot is unreal atm guys, so here is the one bed trope and my fic for the actual darling Dan. (Also i know i normally use a gif for my story banners, but i couldnt find of Dan with his longer hair :_( so instead i used that picture because it also has a chokehold on me) Proof read?: yes

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"First you have hair and makeup at 10, then immediatly after, we have the cast introduction hall where you go meet the other cast in your costume, because you just have to be in costume because it wouldn't make any differance to our lives whtether you were or weren't. Not like it makes my life any less stressful." You gave a small nervous chuckle to yourself as Dan watched you from the opposite in the limo with a slightly concerned look on his face. "Then once you have been there for ,jesus, two hours, then we are heading over to the convention center where you are doing an hour of photo ops, an hour of autographs and an hour long pannel. After that, we can head somewhere to grab food, before we head back to the hotel room where two nice big beds are gonna be waiting for us. And we can relax and sleep before another lovely long day tomorrow." You leg started to bounce as you stared down at the ipad in your hands with the schedule on it.

Dan sighed watching you before snatching the ipad straight from your hands, making you look up and try to grab it back off of him. "Daniel i need that do my job please." Dan gave you a stren look with his eyebrows raised, before you sat back and pouted, when he gave you that look he was telling you to chill out and listen to him. "Dear, you have been staring at that ipad all morning, you've had the schedule sorted for an hour yet you keep saying it out loud, so for the last half an hour of this journey, your gonna be my friend and not my assistant ok?" You sighed glaring at him before crossing your arms and muttering "Fine." He smiled and put the ipad down before picking his phone up and turning to the camera.

He nudged your shoulder and held his middle finger up to you for the picture. You looked up and failed to hold back a smile before holding your middle finger up to him as he took the picture. He showed you the picture before you started chatting to each other like friends. Although you were rather unhealthily addicted to your work sometimes, you did miss these little conversations about nothing in particular. You and Dan had known and been friends with each other for 10 years now. For 6 of those years, you had been his assistant after his old one got caught stealing from him.

Soon enough the limo pulled up to the studio, where other members of the cast of Dan's next film were arriving and heading to their own trailers. You and Dan got out the car and headed to his trailer where a hair and makeup artist was waiting. She smiled and guided Dan to the chair as you went and sat a little further down the trailer starting to look at the comic con news page to make sure things were still going smoothly over there. Thankfully they were so you started looking for new outfits for Dan. All while you were once again distracted by the ipad, Dan was in the chair having his hair tampered with slightly as his current longer hair was about right for his costume anyway.

After finding a decent suit that really screamed Dan, you got up to go show him, only to realise that he had already gone to the meet up without you because you were that distracted by your side jobs. You sighed and sat back down and waited for him to get back. After about 45 minutes, Dan finally got back, he shut and locked the door and let out a loud sigh, before pulling his shirt off. You felt yourself staring at him for a moment too long when you looked away. The thing with you was, in secret, you had the biggest crush on Dan, how could you not? His long hair always did things for you, not to mention his body, not too muscular but still had prominent muscle on his biceps. Not to mention his gorgeous blue eyes, you had always wanted to just stare into them for eternity. And he had the sweetest personality, even if sometimes he did look quite intimidating in some of his roles.

The day went on as planned, Dan met a few really sweet fans at the comic con and got to see the cast of his latest film again on the panel. After the con, you both went and got some food from some fancy food place that you quickly forgot the name of. You took the food back to the hotel, signed in, and headed up to your room. You pushed open the door once it unlocked and mostly just dumped the bags in a space next to the door. You and Dan walked further into the room chatting and put your food down before Dan gave your shoulder a tap, looking at the main area of the room. "There's only one bed love." Your eyes widened as you spun round and groaned, seeing the affirmentioned only double bed in the room. "Shit im sorry Dan, i could have sworn i booked a room with two beds." He chuckled and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, we've known each other long enough, i think we can share a bed." You gave a small smile before grabbing your food and sitting down at the small table in the room to eat.

Later on you had finished ordering Dan the suit from earlier whilst sat on the bed, when you caught a glimpse of him over the top of your laptop. He was out on the balcony with a ciggerate between his fingers. God he looked gorgeous. A few stray strands of hair had fallen into his face, covering his eyes slightly as he took a drag from his ciggerette. He had on his black suit from earlier with a leather trench coat on instead of a blazer, as it was colder outside since it was currently october. You must have been staring for a while as Dan caught the sight of you in the corner of his eyes. He turned and looked at you smiling before letting the smoke slowly flow out of his mouth. Your cheeks turned bright red before you ducked down to hide behind your laptop again.

For the rest of the evening, up until you were in the bathroom changing into an oversized shirt and shorts for bed, the image never left your mind once. Whilst in the bathroom, you splashed your face with some water and hummed before coming out of the bathroom. When you looked at the bed, there was Dan, shirtless with the covers just up to his waist. You looked down and walked to the other side of the bed silently. You layed down with your back to him and turned off the lamp. You heard Dan groan slightly from behind you. "You alright there love? You're a bit quiet." You hummed quickly in response and closed your eyes to sleep, soon enough falling asleep.

Soon after your eyes closed, you felt yourself drift into a dream. As you looked round in the dream, you saw Dan back on the balcony, again with the ciggerate between his fingers, but this time, as soon as you saw hum, Dan started to walk over. He put the cigarette in an ashtray and leaned over. His hand tilted your face up at him before he gently blew the smoke down onto your face. The whole thing felt intoxicating as he pushed you down onto the bed and crawled over you. His lips pressed against your stomach and worked their lower and lower. You softly moaned out his name as his rubbed his palm against your clothed cunt before he spoke. "Darling, darling look at me, y/n wake up."

Your eyes slowly opened to see the real Dan looking down at you from where he sat up. "Hey, you were um, making quite a bit of noise." Your eyes widened as you remembered the filthy dream you had just been having about this same man. "Dan i um-" You were about to confess before you just stiffened up, you didn't know what to do. In the dim light, you could still see Dan's lips curl up into a smirk. "Darling i don't think you need to say anything else." His eyes darkened before he pulled you into a soft kiss. You felt yourself loosen, before climbing into his lap and holding Dan's face between your hands.

You pulled back for a second and looked into Dan's eyes. "Daniel Jonathon Stevens, i have loved you ever since i met you in that filty fucking bar and i have been waiting all this time for you to do this." He grinned up at you. "Trust me sweetheart, I've been waiting just as long to have you say those words to me." Before you could give him some snarky reply, Dan flipped you both over and kissed down your neck, as his hands roamed around under your shirt. Your hands held the back of his head against your neck, the feeling was 10 times more euphoric than anything you had ever dreamt of. You let out a small squeak as Dan's hand found your breast and gave it a desperate squeeze.

Dan smiled and pushed your shirt up, taking your nipple between his teeth gently. You hummed before he started to kiss down your stomach. You subtly bit your lip watching him before he slid your shorts down your legs, along with your panties. Dan pushed your legs apart and layed on his stomach between them, before lifting one of your legs and resting it on his shoulder. He looked up at your face for approval. "Please don't tease." Already you sounded so desperate, so whiny, all for him. "Wouldn't dream of it pretty girl." He wasted no time in licking a stripe up your cunt before pressing his tounge into you. You arched your back as your hands shot to tangle up in his soft brown locks.

One of his hands gripped your thigh so tight you were sure there would be a white handprint underneath. While his other hand was blindly groping and massaging the sound mounds of flesh under the shirt. Soft moans became muffled by your hand as you covered your mouth, knowing there were other people sleeping soundly in the rooms next to you, possibly even one of Dan's costars. You felt his hand pull away from your breast causing a small whine before you let out a louder gasp as Dan pushed two fingers into you, now sucking on your clit.

You threw your head back as your legs started to writhe, which was quickly shut don by dan as he somehow tightened his death grip on your thigh. Dan hummed against your clit, as his fingers curled in a 'come here' motion inside you, stroking that one spot. You clenched round his fingers, signalling that you were close. You felt right on the edge, when you felt an absence of fullness. Your head shot up whining to see Dan licking his lips and pushing his boxers down just enough to let his throbbing cock free. You could see your wettness in Dan's beard as it shimered in the moonlight.

"Don't whine now angel, i want you to come on my cock." He crawled back onto the bed and placed his knees either side of yours as he lined himself up. Your arms wrapped round his neck and pulled him down into a kiss right as Dan pushed his full legnth into you. You furrowed your brows and laid there with your mouth open as Dan kissed the side of your mouth sloppily. He let you adjust to his ,suprisingly large, size before slowly starting to move. Dan laid his forehead on your shoulder, groaning quietly. "Fuck you feel so incredible my love." Your hands once again found his hair and wove your fingers into it. For the most part you had been fairly quiet, that was until Dan managed to hit that spot once again.

You squealed his name before Dan quickly clamped a hand firmly over your mouth. You whimpered as he whispered against your skin between leaving small purple marks on it. "Shhh, quiet for me angel, don't someone to complain and make us stop now do we?" You shook your head as he hiked your thigh up and held it at his hip with his free hand. You soon felt you orgasm building again and tugged at Dan's hair slightly, causing him to groan and dig his nails into your thigh. "You close darling?" You nodded frantically and squirmed under him. "Go ahead, let me feel how good i make you sweetheart." His tone was lust filled and sultry as he spoke and panted in your ear. His voice was the last push before your orgasm hit. Your eyes rolled back and your thighs shook. Dan thrusted into you a few more times before pulling out and cumming on your thigh, cursing under his breath as he did.

Once he was sure the last drop of his load was on your thigh, Dan flopped down next to you, panting and glistening with sweat, and yet he'd never looked hotter. "You alright angel?" You turned your head to the side and nodded, smiling. "Much better now that you know how i feel about you." Dan smiled softly and leant over, kissing your cheek before getting up and going to the bathroom. You laid there motionless, staring at the ceiling with a small smile on your face at the thoughts of you and Dan finally getting together. He soon came back with a rag and some clean boxers on. Dan wiped the cum from between your legs and off of your thigh, before tossing the rag onto the pile of dirty clothes in the corner.

Dan got you into one of his hoodies and a fresh pair of panties before laying in bed and cuddling with you, his face nestled in your neck. You hummed and intertwined his fingers with your as his hand rested on your stomach protectively. You kissed the back of his hand before closing your eyes to sleep. "Oh darling one little thing." You hummed in acknowledgement, not bothering to open your eyes. "You should probably use some foundation on your neck tomorrow." You groaned as he chuckled. "You're lucky i love you Daniel bloody stevens."

[emkayewrites]

Another update to my very slow-burn #Lukola fanfiction, inspired by these two and their banter...

(Excerpt taken from Chapter 11 of 'Curtain Fall')

27th July 2022 – London (UK)

“Oh. My. God. What have I walked into here?”

Nicola stood still, mouth agape.

Luke rolled his eyes at her reaction.

They were in the living room of the apartment he shared with his girlfriend.  Dark blue curtains framed a big bay window that bought daylight into the room.  A dark green sofa and armchair faced the window and a flatscreen TV.  Further back in the room, there was a modest-sized dining table with two chairs.  All in all, it was a small space that felt lived in and cosy.

Nicola was still stood at the entryway, her eyes fixated on what had been artfully arranged across the well-worn sofa.  There was what seemed to be at least six different soft toys of varying shapes and sizes; there was a large Dalmatian dog, a brown-coated teddy bear and a few Squishmallows.  They were positioned around what seemed to be the centerpiece which was a large bouquet of red roses already placed into a deep blue vase and a few separately framed photos of Jade dressed in various costuming from theatre productions she had been involved in.  One of the photos was from the opening night of 101 Dalmatians which Nicola had attended only a few weeks prior.  Accompanying the flowers and photos was an impressively sized box of Lindt chocolates and a gift bag that had a Champneys Spa logo on the front. 

“Alright, get it out of your system.” He said with some amusement in his voice. 

“It’s giving shrine.” Nicola stated.

Luke laughed good-naturedly.  He moved towards the table where there was an already-lit Jo Malone candle, an orange ceramic teapot, two small teacups and a lot of paperwork strewn about. 

 “I was hoping it was giving your boyfriend loves you very much, well done on all your hard work, I’m really proud of you – oh and sorry I’m going to be working so much for the next couple of months.” He started to pour what looked like green tea into each of the cups.

“Well, I guess a harem of plushies is easier than fitting all that on a card.” Nicola quipped, following him towards the table.

He laughed again. “Alright, I get taking the piss but do you have to cheapen it by calling it a shrine and a harem?”

“Deal, as long as I can keep taking the piss because this is just... I mean, I’m going to need some time to absorb you in your natural element.”  Nicola gestured around the room.

“My natural element? Do I want to hear this?”

“The little pot of tea, the candles, the definitely-not-standing-in-attendance-for-a-ritual-sacrifice-cuddly-toys – it’s all very cute. Jade is a lucky woman.” She did mean the words she was speaking.  It was all very sweet.  It was just even easier to mock.  He could tell she was trying to keep her face straight.

“I’m never inviting you here again.” He stated matter-of-factly, taking a sip of his tea. “I pity the man who buys you flowers.”

It was a lighthearted remark but something about it stung. 

Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Ezra remained hot and cold in his messages with her.  There were days where he would text and call prolifically, bestowing every ounce of attention on her.  Then came the days she had dubbed the drought. She was aware she felt neglected, and her feelings were getting hurt.  She responded to these emotions with frustration at herself for placing too much expectation on the situation and on him.  Why can’t I just be cool? She thought.

She forced a small laugh in response to Luke’s remark as she shook off her jacket and sat down opposite him.  They were sat around a table so small their knees were practically touching. 

She suddenly felt conscious of her outfit choice.  She was dressed in jeans and a black low-cut top that flattered her body.  She had not put too much thought into her clothes; favouring something comfortable and somewhat stylish was her go-to protocol for getting dressed.  Now in such close proximity to him, something about how ample her cleavage was in that top felt inappropriate.  In fact, she felt as if she had seen his eyes travel across her body as she had seated herself, but when she looked at him directly, he was studiously rifling through the pages in front of him.  She had to remind herself that her mind often played tricks on her when she felt self-conscious; it made her feel as if the entire room was eyeing her up, judging her and her body.  She tried to shift her mind from focusing on how intimate the setting felt and onto the work they were there to do.

“I’ve got Lizzy’s questions for consideration, and then I put down some of my own thoughts. We could go through it?”  He asked, his mind seemingly a million miles away from hers.

“I did the same.” She dug out a small notebook and pen from her jacket pocket. “So, the question is - how can I help you get through the scenes?”

He eyed the page before him. “Right. Well, firstly, I’m scared you’re just going to laugh in my face when we film – God knows where I got that complex from.” He shot her a look, and she smirked back.

“Then, it’s the obvious one.  I just want to not feel weird when I’m naked, man.”  He shrugged.

“Yeah, reasonable request and I’ll co-sign that one.” She agreed.

“I think we were getting somewhere in the New Forest with the first one though.” He continued. “I’ve not been method before but something about being in Colin’s head like that was good, and I think you were warming up to him too.”

She considered this.  “You’re right. And we have a proper script now, we can get comfortable with saying the words to each other and then layer in the emotions – rehearse the romance into the scenes. I think that practice will help me stay in scene.”

“Another obvious one – touching each other.” He was reading off the paper in front of him. “In a few episodes we go from a pretty chaste kiss to – well carriage scene.”

“Oooh yeah, Pen and Colin get pretty comfortable pretty quick.” She laughed. “So we have just the teeny tiny task of acting out passion that goes zero to one hundred.  Not easy.”

“I think the more we act scared of it and build it up, the worse it’s going to be” He spoke in tone that suggested he was trying to convince himself as much as her.  “It’s acting, it’s a touch that means nothing to us and we should just get comfortable with that.” 

“Fully down with that.”

“Have you ever done the intimacy hierarchy?”

Nicola wracked her mind.  “I don’t think so.”

“It’s a warm-up for intimate scenes.” He explained. “You start with touch that’s less intimate like a handshake and gradually work your way towards more intimacy – within your boundaries obviously – so you might end with a kiss on the cheek.  My last theatre gig, the romantic leads were starting with a hug and ending with a French kiss!”

As he spoke, the familiarity of the approach dawned on her.  She had indeed worked through acting exercises like this, albeit the Galway Acting School had a slightly less sophisticated name for the technique.

“That’s an excellent idea, Luke.”  She took a sip of the tea, the tart taste felt refreshing on her tongue.

“I feel like we’re close enough to just start with the kiss.”  He said the words in a casual manner. Regardless, something about them caused her throat to constrict and the tea to flow straight back out of her mouth; she spluttered onto the table and onto him.

“Jesus!” He pushed his chair back, moving away.

“Sorry, sorry.” She placed a hand on her chest. “I’ve just never been propositioned in front of a gaggle of Squishmallows before.”

For the second time that afternoon, he rolled his eyes at her.

“Note that I called the very sweet toys a gaggle when the words demon-spawn and cultists were right in front of me?”

“Yeah, no you’re right, this is a vast improvement.” He replied dryly.

“Truth be told, I hadn’t thought much about where I stand on the intimacy hierarchy with you, so it took me a bit by surprise.” She added.

“Really? It’s all I’ve been thinking about.” He smiled.

There was something about the way he said those words that gave her an odd feeling in her stomach.  She found herself thinking about how deeply thoughtful he was.  He often described himself as an introvert and an overthinker.  She was starting to see what he meant.  There was something nice about having someone be considerate of you in this way. 

“Well, I’m going to be thinking about it too.” She assured him.

In any other setting, telling someone you would be thinking about kissing them whilst you were sat in the home they shared with their long-term partner would be a incredibly odd thing to do.  It was one of the beautifully weird things about being an actor that she had long come to accept.

They spent the rest of the afternoon refuelling with green tea and tea cakes and scribbling notes onto their respective scripts.  As the hours flew by, their chairs gradually drew closer, their knees touched, and their hands brushed the others’ arms and hands in physical gestures that felt second-nature.  Laying out their worst fears together felt a lot more intimate than any physical touch that was happening between them. 

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Pride, Identity, and Advice (Dadbastian Days 1,2,5,6)

“Young Master, why are you up?”

The butler got used to everything the manor has to offer. The cracks on the stone walls, the plants that grow and overgrow like a human connection, the way the rain falls on the windows during the storms and gentle weather change, the many attackers who come by to try and ruin the manor in some way, the faces in and out of the doors often. But he was never used to seeing his Young Master, now in his teens, awake in the dead of night with a melancholy look on his face. Ciel glanced up to his butler in black as he stood by the rain-covered window of his bedchambers, a blanket barely wrapped over his shoulders like a cap as his bare feet were flat on the wooden flooring.

The sounds of sniffles and the sight of tears still linger a foreign thing to Sebastian even after so many years living among the mortals and humans, yet still now it creates cracks in his beating drum of an organ when seeing the tears on pale cheeks. What hurt his chest more was the sight of his master wiping his face in a hurry with blanket covered hands. “I’m just checking how bad the storm is. Goodnight Sebastian.” Ciel then hurries away before his butler could ask him any more questions on the night’s adventure.

—

“My my, you’ve grown to be quite a handsome young man My Lord.” “Why hello young man, are you here to pick up an order?” “You’re growing up to be a strong man, boy, you can get married soon.” “Such a kind boy, your future bride must be so lucky.”

All day was busy with the master and butler duo going around London for errands, getting mail, getting some new tea leaves of Ciel’s choosing, picking up some new seeds for the seasons’ changes, and finally a visit to Nina Hopkins’ shop to pick new clothes. Throughout the day, Sebastian kept looking at his little Lord and kept seeing this sunken and tired expression on his face, black gloved hands always clasping and rubbing against the material over his pale flesh.

As the two walk their way into the lovely tailor shop in town, the scent of candle light on oils and various fabrics filling their senses, they are imminently greeted by the woman in question who hurries over down the stairs to the two. “Good afternoon My Lord!” Cried Nina, brown eyes eager and glittering as the usual draw of amusement meets excitement. “Good afternoon Miss Hopkins. You seem excited.” Said Sebastian with a small smile, honestly enjoying the tailor’s passion for her profession ever since he helped the pair with costumes for their musical theater project they shared. They still aren’t quite there to be the friends he would say. Nina smiled wide and straightened her back in pride, “Of course!” She cheered, “I always love to work with the Earl! Measuring him and designing the most perfect outfits are pure excitement, especially since I’m here witnessing the glorious slot of time of when a boy becomes a man!” She practically squealed out the last part as she did a small dramatic spin of her heels, earning some amusement in Sebastian. The woman clapped her hands together when she turned to the small Lord with a beaming smile, “Now then, shall we take you recent measurements, My Lord?” She pauses when noticing Ciel is looking off to the side, speaking a touch louder now, “Ahem.” Ciel’s shoulders tense as he whirled his head to her and blinked rapidly, imminently collecting himself with an assuring smile, “O-Oh I apologize, yes we shall.”

As the two walked to the fitting room, Sebastian glanced to where his master could be looking at only to see the photos of wedding gowns Nina has made over the years.

—

Sebastian pondered as he sliced the lamb he has in front of him. His master just has been acting weird, it’s almost too questionable with the recent events. He’s used to the thought of “Oh humans are just different” but rarely has that come up due to thoughts of Ciel. Maybe it’s puberty? Could he perhaps be upset about something? Did he maybe have a fight with his twin? So many possibilities that he can’t quite pick and naw on properly.

A small squirt of meat snaps him out of his drowning thoughts, he glances down to the lamb meat before him. In a strange way, seeing the cut lamb reminded him a bit of his master… The pale skin bruised and bitten up as if eaten alive, The sad swollen eyes of misery staring at everyone blankly, The dark wool of hair on top his head with any signs of horns not yet peeking or perhaps cut off, The black coated hooves that ache and numb from many fights and giving ups.

The demon realizes at that thought he’s more so thinking of the night they met… When that Earl was this scared sad child filled with trauma and guilt of a thing he couldn’t have control over nor had the option of what would happen that week… That boy starved and hurting… Sebastian, over the many many years he’s been on this plane of life and death, is used to many forms of humanity being far more cruel than demons can ever be. He got used to those terrible actions on people, on children who people preach and pray should never be harmed in any way only to turn their back when the child needs help most. Yet, he never actually saw the effects of the aftermath of such slaughter and cruelty…

“The meat will spoil if you stare at it too long, Mr Sebastian.”

The butler’s head jerked up fast and hard, almost throwing him in a rough dizzy, and slowly a smile stretched on his lips as his red eyes showed a small twinkle of warmth. “I didn’t hear you enter, Mr Agni.” A bandaged hand touched the shoulder of the demon as the man in green stood beside him, gray eyes warm and softened like melting chocolates as he looked to his butler companion. “What is on your mind, my friend?” Asked him with a small head tilt. Sebastian sighed softly and began to move his hand about to care for the meat to prepare for dinner, his words sliding out easily like a flowing water fountain, “It is my Young Master. He has been acting differently than usual. Wandering the manor at night, growing sadder and sadder with each passing second, spacing out at the strangests of times. And yet I cannot at all figure out how to ease his worried heart and soul. Somehow this feels… far different than I am used to.” Agni listened calmly before giving a thought, “Perhaps you should have a conversation with him. He may be secretly yearning for someone to come talk to him about what is weighing his mind, as I have sensed with you Mr Sebastian.” Sebastian chuckled some, “You don’t need to be so formal with me, Mr Agni. I will take your advice nicely though, but I do fear he won’t answer honestly…” “He will. Your bond is far stronger than anything I have ever seen Sebastian, you both can easily sense when the other is needing care as proven so many times of you to him and him to you, like when you were required to rest of the ship incident.” The butlers look at each other and smile, small giggles exciting lips as they recall the leaving of such a “vacation” only to come back bloody and bruised and scary stories to come with.

Blond hair peeks out the door frame of the kitchen door as Baldroy looks in, his blue eyes scanning the area curiously. “What got you in a giggling mood?” “Oh, just…memories.”

Sebastian looked to his side, only to see it empty but still warm as if a body was there just a few seconds ago. A bitter coldness filled his chest as he took in a shaky breath and a calmer sigh out. He turned to the chef and smiled, “May I help you with something, Mr Baldroy?” Baldroy shook his head and sputtered, “I… was just wondering if I can help with anything…” “Well don’t just stand there, come on in, Mr Baldroy.”

—

The butler walked down the dark halls of the manor until he arrived at the bedchamber door of the Earl of Phantomhive. Quietly, he enters and sees the lad already dressed for bed and reading, albeit a slight mess much like his life during that damn circus case. “My Young Master, have you decided I am not needed to assist you?” Sebastian said in a joking manner, only to gain silence and avoided day clashing colored eyes back. 

With a sigh and sat at the foot of the bed and turned to the teen, dragging his tongue to lick his dry lips as he chose his words carefully. Finally, after mentally rereading his script of the conversation, he spoke out his query, “Young Master, I have noticed your behavior has been… odd as of late. Is something eating away at you?” Ciel turned away from him. “Don’t be silly, of course no–” “Young Master,” The master turned and looked at his butler, surprised by the sudden stern voice as if a father was scolding a child gently. “I swore to you I would never lie,” The butler continued, “And I would like you to be honest with me, just for tonight. I will rephrase my question; What is eating away at you?”

He took a mental notice of Ciel’s pale lips trembling some and how his hands tighten at the book in his hands. Finally, after what felt like weeks and months of waiting, the Earl sighed and actually settled in his spot on the bed though his eyes haven’t yet reached the older. 

“Have you… ever felt like you were… going crazy Sebastian?”

For the first time, the words threw the demon in confusion and curiosity.

“Excuse me, what do you mean, My Lord?” Ciel huffed, a weak smile cracked on his face, “Of course, what a silly question. You’re a demon after all, you don’t even know the true pain of insanity…” Sebastian took more mental notes as he examined his master’s emotionally weak state, “Do you feel that way, My Lord? That you’re in insanity?” The Earl paused, that’s when Sebastian became aware he hit the nail on the head. “My Lord,” Sebastian started, easing his voice in a soothing calming manner, but was interrupted by Ciel’s sudden emotional words, “Don’t say you understand what I feel! How could you possibly understand this… this… this insane emotional hurricane that bubbles under my skin? To understand the burning feeling of them still lingering? The blood that can never be seen or unwashed under my nails? You don’t! You don’t understand these thoughts that haunt me! Their voices that taunt me! Telling me I can’t feel angered by my past if my heart fluttered at someone of the same sex as me, or if I adore the strong will of a woman outside my line of sight… The constant thoughts and strangling pains when I hear the foul words of everyone around me, telling me how much of a man I should be… The most perfect English gentleman… That I need to wed to a woman or else I’m not lovable… Knowing if I refuse somehow I’ll… I’d…” 

As he watched his small shoulders raise and fall in soft wheezes, the butler in black thought hard of his words. Yes, what he said is true… He’ll never understand these feelings. The feelings society pushed into him that clashed terribly with such strong emotions. 

Sebastian reached out and placed a hand on the Earl’s head who, like a rabbit being pet, the smaller pushed into the palm seeking comfort. Wheezing breaths leaving pale yet bitten lips as paler cheeks are already staining with tears and emotional flush. “What’s wrong with me Sebastian…? I’m losing my mind… I must be… Having such thoughts and feelings–” The butler stopped his master’s words with stern yet gentle words of his own, “There is nothing wrong with you My Lord. The minds of society around you are wrong.” Sebastian carefully took the Lord’s face into his hands and wiped away the tears the best he could, heat breaking at that pained look on his small face, “They tell you since the day you were born what life you should have merely based off their own beliefs without knowing a thing about you and how you feel about them planing the play of life of you. If it were me, I would be more than eager to tell you if you want to kiss a boy, go for it. If you want to wear gowns, then just do it. If you want to scream at Christ and the Lord for not answering your eager prayers, I’ll scream with you in glee. No one should be entitled to tell you how you should feel… Not after I’ve seen how much you dug your own way out of Hell.”

The teen’s shaky breath was his only reply back. Not until their arms fell forward as the Earl’s head landed on Sebastian’s chest as he hiccups and sobs away. Sebastian, with even more ache against his chest, wrapped his arms carefully around the smaller figure, gloved hands rubbing soft circles around his head and back that shake and bob with each cry. “I’m very proud of you, My Lord, you should be proud of the person you grew to be…”

—

After that night of the Lord crying himself to sleep in the demon’s arms, Sebastian made quick work of making sure his master was comfortable and not stressed out about everything. He handled the stuff connected to the Funtom Company. He made sure the manor and estate were good and clean. He explained to the servants very simply and easy to understand that their master is feeling blue as of late and to politely refrain from calling him things like “Mister” or “Sir”  but not start calling him “Miss” or “Lady” as that’s not what the master wants either and treat him as they treated him prior. He made his master his favorite treats for the day. He called Nina and informed him of small changes of the wardrobe designs to fit more comfortably for his master’s true nature. He even contacted the Trancy Manor and Blavat, two places of people he despises, if the teens under their care can be so kind to visit for the day. After all, if he can’t ease the worries of his master after battling with his own identity and self worth due to society’s harsh rules and the trauma of his past, what kind of butler would he be?

Sebastian watched as the afternoon slowly shifted to night as his master, now dressed in an outfit that’s best fitted in the term of androgyny, enjoying a simple game of Old Maid with the blond Lord of Trancy and brunette circus performer of the stars. In a blink he sees the small child that stood before soiled with blood and ruins and tears, sunken sad eyes staring at him with no light to be seen. 

Blinking again, he sees the picture again now, seeing the light that not only fills the blue eye of his master, but around him.

Yeeeaaaah, lowkey inspired by this song

I missed the previous prompts so I had them planned for yesterday since my head was empty on that prompt, then I saw today's prompt and went, "well this fits" so here we are!

This is for the @dadbastianweek2023 thingy which is very nice lol I grew to like some of your's headcanon of nonbinary OCiel Phantomhive (he/they) so thanks yall for that Edit: I decided to make this yet ANOTHER long story for another prompt, it's already angsty let me have this!

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YET ANOTHER long and obnoxious stream of my thoughts while watching greys anatomy for the first time (S19 bc i’m finally caught up, babey!!!! (phew))

-i hope this new class of residents isn’t as one dimensional as the last one

-“you say please to bhokee!” hell yeah you do schmitt. (i love that she did say please he was just so ready to jump down her throat about it lmoa)

-DEREK’S NEPHEW ?????!!! WHICH SISTER? my money is on nancy bc i always thought she was the oldest so she would have the son old enough to be out of med school

-okay i’m too curious (for some reason i’ve always just been curious about the shepherds) so i’ve gone back to S15E21 (good shepherd) to see if i could get a better look at nancy’s wall of family photos. i see one of nancy with a young curly haired girl, kathleen with a light haired child, and two photos that are just groups of kids. my assumption is that these two are all of nancy’s kids because if she had photos of her nieces and nephews i feel like they would include their parents. both photos show two boys and two girls. it looks like the same four kids just at two different ages. the oldest (or at least the tallest) in both photos is a boy with dark hair. this may support my theory that nancy is lucas’s mother. the rest of the photos aren’t very clear. the only thing is that all of the kids look very fair and lucas is not. they also clearly wrote this episode way after they shot the scene with amelia looking at the photos so they may have not even bothered with details that were meant to be sort of irrelevant at the time.

-okay this is a very tragic story with (griffin??? griffith??) and makes her lateness and weirdness understandable but am i the only one who thinks it’s insanely bizarre to be sharing your tragic life story to your superior on your first day?

-idk about this season yet. i feel them trying to sort of mirror season one in some ways, focusing more on the interns (which i think i like), trying to connect back to old characters, but it feels a *little* forced so far

-i like mean and snappy teddy

-have we ever seen this library before?

-“i tried to implement similar changes at various times and was always met with resistance” ???? when did bailey try to implement those changes to the residency program? she implemented changes but they for sure weren’t these ones

-why is it better for them to think he’s sleeping with her????? jfc lucas

-ADDISON LOOKS SO HOT. i like this costuming for her. very reminiscent of her private practice wardrobe

-i really like baileys braids this season btw. and i like that she has a special scrub cap that can cover them all

-lucas’s dad is from barbados. idk what to do with that but it is another clue lmao. if nothing else, i’m hooked on this season just to find out who his mother is

-no comment on the dancing

-helm looks really cute as a bartender

-owen when teddy isn’t super happy and content with him after he fucked them over and put their children’s well-beings at risk: 😯

-addison and tom should have met

-oh my god just tell them you’re a nepo baby!! they think you’re fucking your aunt!

-it made complete sense to bring addison back for this storyline. i hope they explore it a little more and keep bringing her back.

-i’m so confused about lucas’s whole complex. wouldn’t he have grown up with his dad’s last name anyway? why has this been an issue “all his life”??? and until he went to med school i doubt anybody even knew the significance of him being a shepherd

-what planet is owen living on where he thinks they would let him be chief again rn

-i can see myself shipping mike chang and mary queen of scots once they develop their characters a bit more. simone and lucas i like in theory but idk about the chemistry

-“i am not going to beg you to love me” good meredith bc that didn’t work out so well the first time u did it

-intern house is back!!! i really like that actually

-a full time administrative assistant is completely reasonable. richard had patricia when he was chief

-looking very hot for having just been hit by a car

-winston definitely had a point at first but at this point he’s pissing me off. it’s reminding me of that big meredith and cristina fight in the sense that it feels like he’s deliberately taking everything she’s doing and saying in the worst possible way.

-richard and addison’s dynamic is so underrated

-this is incredibly random but it just popped into my head. it’s so weird that amelia has never brought up her friend michelle on greys. you know, her friend from pp that committed suicide bc she had huntingtons which ultimately kickstarted amelia’s relapse. i feel like it could have been relevant to a few cases

-pru is so fucking cute

-so many people keep leaving i don’t really have a reaction to it anymore. but i will very much miss maggie. ik a lot of people don’t like maggie (prob bc they thought she was trying to fill the spaces that lexi and cristina left behind) but i really liked her. i think i found her very relatable in a lot of ways. even/especially when she was a little annoying lol

-why is this guy specifically requesting bailey? (not that she’s not great at her job it just has suspicious vibes) is he one of the anti choice harassers? nervous for that especially since addison is here so i feel like it will be about that storyline

-jesus christ i knew it. bc it’s so “pro life” to threaten a child!!!!!! go kwan though. and teddy!

-JUJU!!!

-yasuda x helm <3

-cristina mention !!!!

-i really like that there’s no intern/attending relationships lately

-i’m doubling down on thinking lucas is nancy’s bc i think if he has adhd, kathleen likely would have noticed bc she’s a psychologist. obviously it’s possible she wouldn’t have, everyone has blind spots but i think this makes the most sense still. and ik he could still be liz’s but i’m still unsure on if the ages work out and i think they were banking on which actress would be more likely to make an appearance later on and neve campbell is less likely to come back than the others.

-uggh why do i HATE simone’s wedding dress.

-omg i’m a terrible person i didn’t realize it was her late mother’s. i’m so sorry the fit of it just looks off

-i wonder how they’re going to ruin/derail this wedding? they’ve already done leaving at the altar, objections, elopements. maybe the twist is that she actually goes through with it?? or they’ll just be boring and so the same thing they’ve done before

-i like that they still call it “joe’s” even though we never see joe anymore

-winston is getting on my nerves. he always starts off having a point and then he gets all immature and petty about it

-dude that is not how a DNR works

-aww yay for bailey

-side note amelia looks great

-TEDDY!!!

[deaddie-munson]

Video Killed The Radio Star

Joseph Quinn x Reader

18+ (Minors DNI or I’ll hex you and that’s a promise)

Angst, slow burn, strangers to lovers, femme AFAB reader, eventual smut, mentions of drug use (Weed, Nicotine, alcohol.), Mentions of past abuse, reader is a radio host, reader is from Canada, use of Y/N, more to be added as things progress.

AN- Hi! This is the first fan fiction I’ve written since middle school. you can let me know if you want to be on a tag list. I work full-time and have adult responsibilities so I will try to write chapters when I can, but there will likely be some inconsistent posting. Just trying fic writing again to get my creative juices flowing. 

Chapter 1 “You’re Hired”

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“Come on Y/N, you need to get back out there eventually.” Alex said, snatching your phone out of your hand and holding it away from you.

“No, Alex, I do not need to get back out there,” you said making air quotes. You tried to grab the phone back, but you couldn’t reach it as she held it over the aisle of the bus.  

“I’m downloading tinder and making you an account.” Alex said turning the phone towards you to use your face ID. “You need to find at least a fling while you’re on this trip. All the guys would melt at your voice in an instant, I know it.”  

You sighed and held your head in your hands. You weren’t ready to move on yet, thoughts of your ex still swirling around in your brain. He dumped you 7 months ago, but that was the kicker. He. Dumped. You. You were still very much in love when it happened. No, he wasn’t anywhere near perfect. He was a little controlling at times, but you loved him. He had you hook, line, and sinker. Then, out of seemingly nowhere, he kicked you out of your shared apartment, and you were forced to sleep on Alex’s couch. It was older than you with springs poking your back the moment you shifted your weight even the slightest.  

“I think I should, I don’t know, get settled, and maybe get my own apartment before I jump into that, Alex. Seriously, I don’t want a relationship right now, and I don’t do hookups.” You gave her a cold stare as she was going through your camera roll, trying to find the best photos to put on your profile.  

“Y/N, holy shit you look smoking hot in this.” Alex stared at the photo in question. It was a photo from Halloween, Your Playboy bunny costume leaving little to the imagination. It was 3 weeks after your breakup, and after not being allowed to show your body off for 3 years you decided to say fuck it. You thought taking a guy home would help soothe the pain you felt in the pit of your stomach, but after 3 minutes of grunting while you lay underneath, stiff as a board, it was safe to say hookups were not your cup of tea after that.  

“I don’t want people to get the wrong idea about me. I’m not looking to hook up with people, Alex. That night made me realize that.” You sighed as you stared out the window, the streets of London bustling as you rode from the hotel to your job interview.  

“Well this could be a fresh start for you, Y/N. No one here has a clue who you are. Maybe all these British men are sex gods or something. Everyone knows everyone in our town, this place is worlds different. A lot easier to avoid the ones that finish in 2 minutes.” Alex laughed at herself, thinking she was a comedian as you keep a close eye on the bus stops.  

“We’re here, Alex. Now give me my damn phone.” You said, snatching it out of her hands. She turned to you with puppy dog eyes. You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at her as you pushed her to get up and off the bus.  

“I still can’t believe you got a job interview in London, and they were so insistent on meeting you in person that they let you take me.” Alex raved as you walked the last few blocks to your destination.  

“I know, it was a little strange. I thought they would just do everything online since I certainly didn’t have the money to fly here myself,” you slow your pace, taking in the city surrounding you. You sigh and look at your best friend. “I just needed any excuse to get out of that town. It was too much pain for me to stay. I’m just glad the station let me take the remote gear so I can still do my show. ‘Y/N live from The Big Smoke.’”

“If you get this gig that means you are moving to another continent, and I’m never going to see you again.” Alex pouts.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. You’ll be taking plenty of vacations here to see me. Not like you need to pay for a hotel, you can sleep on whatever shitty couch I grab off the side of the road,” you laugh.  

“Okay, rude,” Alex retorts. “I just mean I'll miss you, Y/N. I won’t know who to do tequila shots at the bar with anymore.”

“I’m sure lots of guys will want to do shots with you. Maybe other stuff too...” You chuckle to yourself as you see the building come into view. “I think this is it. Looks pretty swanky.”  

You press the buzzer and an older lady answers. “104.5 The Surge, how can I help you?”

“Um, Yeah, Hi. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I’m here for my interview with George Thomas for the Program Director Position.” You feel your heart pick up speed and your hands are suddenly clammy.

“Don’t be nervous, Y/N. They will love you, I promise.” Alex whispers. She could see your body tense, clenching your jaw and grinding your teeth together as the lady on the intercom responds.

“Oh yes dear, we were expecting you. I’ll buzz you in.” The door unlocks and you hold the door open for Alex to step through. Giving her a wide-eyed expression so she knew how much you were panicking.  

“Just breathe. You’ll be fine,” Alex said as you step into the lobby. The walls were a rusty orange, autographed records and photos covering the walls. A locked trophy case filled with awards catching your attention as you stepped towards it.

“Is that a grammy? Wow, I wonder how they got their hands on that?” You looked in awe at all the awards and slowly walked to the desk where the lady from the intercom sat, Typing away while humming the song faintly playing in the background.

“Y/N, it’s nice to finally put a face to the name! George has not stopped talking about you since your first interview.” She beamed up at you.

“Really? Oh, well, I guess I’m glad I left a good impression.” You played with a hangnail on the side of your thumb, focusing on anything but the fact you were about have a job interview for the opportunity of a lifetime.  

“George will just be a few minutes, because one of his meetings is running a little late. If you want to take a seat over there by the fireplace He will be out soon and come to get you. If you need anything in the meantime, my name is Cynthia.” She gestured to the opposite side of the lobby where there were a group of green leather couches, looking pristine and comfortable.

“This sure beats your couch, huh Alex.” You plop down on the couch with a thud, feeling the plush memory foam of the cushion allowing you to sink into it.  

“Well you won’t have to sleep on any couches if you get this job.” Alex quips back.  

A familiar voice comes into ear shot. Very low and gravely with a very posh accent. “Well, I’m glad you could stop by to interview for the podcast before you fly out. We really appreciate your time,”

Another voice, that sounds much younger responds, a pretty accent on him that made his words sound like silk. “It’s really not a problem, I always remember where I started, George.” He sounds... Familiar. No one else was ever in your online interviews, so you can’t pinpoint who the voice belongs too.

The older man you recognize swoops around the corner and sees you and he stops in his tracks. “Y/N! I’m glad you made it! I’ll be with you in just a minute.”

“Absolutely Sir, take your time.” You said, a little more chipper than you wanted it to come out.  

“Oh, call me George,” he says as he continues towards the door. The man behind him follows around the corner and you recognize him immediately. You look over at Alex and her jaw could have been on the floor.

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On the plane ride from YHZ to LCY the two of you decided to watch the new season of Stranger Things since it just came out and you needed something that would last you at least a good chunk of the ride. You downloaded them on Netflix the night before you left and started watching together on your iPad while it was propped up on the tiny tray table. You were watching together in silence until you saw a new character being introduced.

“Ooo... A new person? I’m interested.” Alex says as she leans in a little closer to the screen. When the face from behind the magazine appears, she backs away from the screen and slumps back in her seat turning to face you. “Damn I was hoping for another Steve Harrington to thirst over, what do you think Y/N-”

You were staring at the screen. Mouth agape, eyes fixed on the man on the screen in front of you.

“Y/N. Really? Joe Keery exists and THIS is who you see and immediately have the hots for?” Alex teased.

“I do not!” You hit her with your elbow and paused the show.

“I never knew you were into freaks, Y/N.” Alex laughs pretending to wipe drool from your mouth with her sleeve.

“Wait was I seriously drooling?” You grab your phone to look at yourself in your camera.

“HA! Gotcha! You do have the hots for him.” Alex laughed, trying to contain herself so she doesn’t annoy everyone on the plane.

“I need to find out who his actor is as soon as we land,” you said.  

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You sat there in shock, and looked at Alex who was still sitting beside you. Eyes wide and mouth wide open. You elbow her and she comes back to reality, smoothing her hair and adjusting her posture so she looked as pretty and feminine as possible.  

“Y/N, this is Joseph Quinn. I don’t know if you’re a Stranger Things fan but he has just had his big break as their new addition to the main cast,” George said. Gesturing to Joseph. He was blushing at his introduction, not being used to celebrity status yet.  

You get up from your seat on the couch and start panicking immediately. You weren't mentally prepared for this interview, let alone meeting the man who somehow awakened something in you hadn’t felt in 3 years. “Yeah um hi, it’s nice to meet you Joseph. I’m Y/N Y/L/N since I guess we’re on full name basis here.”

He chuckles at your introduction. Oh my god he thinks I’m funny. “Oh, just call me Joe. It’s lovely to meet you Y/N, and this is?” He said gesturing to the girl beside you. Once again, she is stiff as a board with her mouth wide open in shock.

“Well, this is Alex. She is a big Stranger Things fan so I think she might be a little star struck right now,” you giggle as she comes to from hearing her name. She gets up and rushes over eagerly, taking Joe’s hand in a firm (and probably a little too enthusiastic) handshake.

“I can already tell you're not from here, so what brings you to The Surge? New project you’re chatting with George about?” He said taking in your features as he talks. Your head looks at the ground while you laugh, but you can still feel his big brown eyes on you. You felt a little weak in the knees.

“Y/N is here from a small town in eastern Canada, and she is actually interviewing to take over my position. I’m moving into a less hands on roll I can do from home as I ease myself into retirement,” he said. “I can’t wait to be able to travel with Rhonda and do the things we’ve talked about before we get too old.”

“Well that’s lovely, George. You deserve it. Good luck with the interview, Y/N. I may be seeing a lot more of you.” Joe said giving you a smile and reaching out his hand to shake yours. You were now acutely aware your hands are very clammy. You quickly rubbed your hand on your pant leg and he cupped your hand in between both of his, feeling something light in your hand as you closed it into a fist, and stuffed it in your pocket to look at later.  

“C-can I get a photo if you don’t mind?” Alex said, holding her phone out to you.

“Uh, sure absolutely,” Joe said, wrapping an arm around Alex as you back up and snap a photo of them.  

“One of those should work,” You said to Alex as she steals her phone out of your hand and Looks through the photos.

“Y/N. You better get this job. I want to walk in here to see Joe Keery walking out next.” She whispered in your ear as she walked back to the couches in the lobby.  

Joe looked at you and gave you a quick wink and cheeky smile as he headed out the door. George a few steps ahead to open it for him “Don’t be a stranger, Joe.” He said as Joe steps out the door.

“I’ll let you know when I’m back in London!” He calls back, walking to the car waiting for him.  

“Alright, Y/N, let’s get this party started shall we? Follow me.” George leads the way to a conference room with a large circular table with 15 chairs around it.  

“This is a lot bigger then the board room at my home station,” you said scanning your eyes at all the art and memorabilia that covered the walls, the newest one sitting on top of the table. A framed Hellfire club shirt with Joe’s signature.

“That’s an original from the show,” he brags. “Joe interned here as a kid before he started acting. I always knew he was going to go somewhere. So this is a big deal for us here, but enough about Joe. This is about you. How was your flight?”

“No delays, surprisingly,” you said. Feeling some of the nerves start to dissipate as you sit on opposite sides of the large table.  

“Well, I must say, it’s a first for us to be flying someone out for an interview, but with the rave references you got and how much you’ve accomplished in your short career, I can’t help but think you’d be a perfect fit to bring a breath of fresh air back into this station.” George said.

“Wow, well it’s a passion so I try to give my all in everything I do. When you love what you do, you never work a day in your life, right?” You ask.

“Absolutely, and I know I said this was an interview, but I actually just wanted to offer you the job in person,” he explained. “I think you can do a lot of good for this station, and nobody else seems to love the job as much as you do. What do you think about that?”

“A-absolutely I accept. Thank you so much, I will not let you down,” you stutter. Your hands shaking as you reach over the table to shake his hand.  

“Now, we will pay for your trip home and back to grab your things, but we have a fully furnished flat ready for you to move into,” he explained. “Joe’s new building had an opening and he just bought all  new furniture so he gave his old stuff to us to put in there for you.”

“Joe, as in the Joe I just met?” you asked.  

“Yeah, he just messaged me saying you can pop by before 5 o’clock tonight and he will give you the grand tour. Apparently, it’s pretty nice. Don’t worry about the first month's rent either, we will cover that for you, and it’s well within your budget,” he said, handing you a keycard. “This is for the station door. Welcome to the team, Y/N.”

“This is a dream come true, truly. Thank you for this opportunity, I am so excited to start,” you said.

“Well, I think you have a friend in the lobby waiting to hear the good news!” George holds the door open for you and you step out, walking down the hall to see Alex in the lobby. She looked at you with a hopeful gaze and you slowly revealed the key card from behind your back. She immediately jumped out of her seat and hugged you, picking you up and spinning you around.

“My best friend is a radio star!” She squealed.

“Yeah right,” you rolled your eyes when she put you down. “We will see about that.”

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. You as well, Alex. I’ll walk you out,” George said. Gesturing for the door.  

You dug in your pocket and felt what Joe put in your hand earlier. You pulled it out and noticed it was a gum wrapper. Confused, you unravel it to see a note written in red pen.

My number is on the back. Call me and I’ll show you the best place for a celebratory drink. Congratulations.

[beccalendsahand]

ZuCasino, Yuzuka Rei: October 2022

Long time no translations! It's been a busy year but I finally found the time to finish an interview that I really really love, I hope you are able to understand more about Rei with this sweet Q&A! ZuCasino is a current segment in Takarazuka Graph magazine where prominent otokoyaku get interviewed via a series of casino-style games and questions. October was with Yuzuka Rei. I've tried something a little different this time around where the first time an actress's name is mentioned I link her takawiki page. I've also done translation notes as I go rather than putting them all at the end. Let me know if you find this helpful or just too much. Without further ado, enjoy!

Part 1: Episode Roulette

We challenged Yuzuka Rei to play our Episode Roulette game!

(Rei has been given a roulette wheel, each section has a topic of conversation, whichever she lands on she has to answer)

A Joke That Went Wrong

Episode 1：

Alright so, this is something that happened to me today. Earlier today I went to the quick-change-station* backstage to pick up some hair products for our photo shoot. But then suddenly, our flower troupe musumeyaku from the 100th class* (Oto Kurisu, Hoshikaze Madoka and Itotsuki Yukiha) popped out of nowhere wearing Japanese biker gang outfits!!! I think they had mistaken my footsteps for those of another classmate because they jumped out in sync pulling the same funny faces as if they had known I was coming!  It was so hilarious I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at them! (laughs)

*The "quick-change-station" is an area in the wings at the Takarazuka theatres where the actresses can change between scenes, it has dressing tables and any costumes/props needed for quick changes but it's not part of the actual dressing rooms. *100th class refers to the 100th class of actresses who graduated from the Takarazuka Music School, Takarazuka is based on hierarchy, not just hierarchy within the star system but also hierarchy based on years in the company, so what class people were in at TMS is quite significant, and actresses have a strong bond with those in their troupe who they were at TMS with. When Rei refers to “another classmate” she means another girl from the 100th class. Later on in this interview, Rei will refer to one of her own “classmates”, Rei’s class was the 95th class.

Something you've been thinking about

Episode 2:

My baby nephew has been on my mind a lot! I often get sent videos of him, he’s over a year old now and has started walking and saying things that sound like words, I can’t get over how fast he’s growing. There’s quite a lot of us in the flower troupe who have nieces and nephews around the same age, so I like to know how they are doing too. Even though I haven’t met them in person, because me and the other flower troupe members are always sharing videos with each other, I feel like I’m watching over them. You know how when you were little you would get those adults who would come up to you and say “Ahh look how big you’ve grown!”? Well, I’m pretty sure I’m becoming that person!

A Special (insert here)

Episode3:

When I’m performing, I like to try and use my eyes like a camera and take pictures of everyone's faces to save to my memory. Those of the flower troupe and those of the audience. There are lots of times when I see someone's lovely sparkling smiling face and I think “Ahhh I wish I could share this with someone”. So, I want to create my own “Special SSS Seat View!”* Like, you know how when you go to theme parks you can buy photos of yourselves on the rides? It could be like that, after seeing a show you could go to Quatre Reves* and get the photos straight from my brain.

*In Japanese theatres, seats are divided by B, A, S, and sometimes SS seats too. In the Takarazuka theatres the SS seats are the middle block of the first floor at the front, so what Rei means here is that what she sees standing on stage is an even closer view than that, therefore her view would be called SSS. *Quatre Reves is the Takarazuka merchandise store, you can find them at the theatre as well as in major cities across Japan and online!

Praise someone!

Episode 4

I want to praise everyone on this earth! I think none of us expected this fight (covid) to go on for so long, but even without an end in sight, we have all carried on, one day at a time. There are probably people out there who feel a loss in confidence, and aren’t able to fight on…So I feel like we and the audience are like “comrades” living through this era of great change together. 

There is a lot of pain right now but the fact that everyone keeps going and doing there best is amazing!

Part 2: Card Game

(Rei has been given 2 decks of cards with words written on the back, deck 1 has an adjective, deck 2 has a type of person. She must take one from each deck, name a person that relates and give us an anecdote about them.)

Deck 1: Cute, Passionate, Must-See, Respected, Bizarre

Deck 2: Upperclassmen, Underclassman, Teacher, Classmate, Flower Troupe Member

Passionate Underclassman*

The “Fashionable Empire” Rockettes

When I was watching the rehearsals for the Rockette number I found myself thinking “wow they really are the picture of youth!”. They are all just so energetic and have a high awareness of the space and each other, you can tell they are thinking about how to make the dance the most effective, they are such promising underclassmen. It was a Rockette dance delivered with so much confidence!

*Underclassmen generally refer to actresses who have been in the company 7 years or less.

(Fashionable Empire, 2022) Cute Classmate

Kizuki Yuuma

We were reunited for the first time in forever in the musical “Top Hat”, it was funny though because she’s a senka member now, so everyone was treating her incredibly politely which she seemed quite humbled by (laughs). On stage, she had an immense stage presence in her dandy-style costume, and her character had a high tolerance for people's behavior, but in the wings and in the rehearsal rooms she would bow more than anyone else! I found it very cute how she would suddenly get smaller and smaller and smaller*. Her embarrassment was in huge contrast to how much she helped us throughout the show, in the way she would speak to the underclassmen and the wonderful insight she gave us into her thoughts on the performing arts. It was just so adorable to me, I remember thinking “You don’t have to make yourself so small!!” (laughs).

*In Japanese culture it's common to lower yourself when speaking in order to show respect for someone higher in age or status than you. So what Rei means here by Kizuki getting smaller and smaller is that she was probably bowing her head and bowing with her whole body so often to everyone that she was getting smaller and smaller, which is quite a funny image when you consider how she usually towers above every other actress. Kizuki recently transferred from the Moon Troupe to Senka (a troupe made up of superior members who guest star in different troupes) so there's no need for her to be lowering herself when she is actually higher ranked than everyone else, but she's not quite used to all the politeness and respectful language the actresses are giving to her yet, so she still feels a little embarrassed and finds herself doing it back to them. 

(Top Hat, 2022) (from left to right: Minami Maito, Kizuki Yuuma, Yuzuka Rei) Must-See Flower Troupe Member

Mikaze Maira

She's been Kumicho (Troupe Leader) * for half a year now and she looks after us all by giving us positive encouragement and strengthening the troupe morale. I think she makes it easy for us to all unite and move towards the same goal together by guiding us, not only in the arts but in our emotions as well. Please pay attention to our Kumicho who is full of charm and positivity! *The Kumicho (Troupe Leader) is the oldest member of the troupe, it is her duty to support the troupe and basically make sure everyone is okay, she is usually the first port of call when an actress is struggling with things like stage fright or other worries. Mikaze transferred to Flower Troupe from the Cosmos Troupe with current Flower Troupe Top Musumeyaku Hoshikaze Madoka in 2021, and took over from Takashou Mizuki as Kumicho in 2022

(The Fascination, 2022)

Part 3: Dice Game

(Rei has been given a white dice and a black dice, similar to the last game, whatever number she lands on has an assigned word, white dice adjectives, black dice nouns, the difference this time is whatever she gets she has to perform!)

White dice: 1. Cool 2. Sexy 3. Powerful 4. Flirty 5. Sweet 6. Dynamic

Black dice: 1. Face 2. Flying kiss 3. Wink 4. Pose 5. Back pose 6. Kabe-don

Part 4: Big wins at the Zucasino Question Corner

1. If you are already doing well would you place another bet? I think I usually stop myself when I start thinking about going all in on something. So rather than taking another big bet, I’m the type of person who quits while they are ahead.

2. Are you daring? Or cautious? Tenma Michiru once surprised me by saying “I used to think you were a cautious person, but actually you don’t care at all!”, her idea of the difference between daring and cautious people sounded quite black and white to me. It’s true though that I do just go for it when making decisions. For example, after deciding to move house I moved the next week, and the time between me discovering Takarazuka and enrolling at the Music School was very short.  Timing and chance of course had a lot to do with it, but I do think that when it comes down to those life-changing decisions I get this feeling of intuition to just go with my gut, maybe that's when I become daring.

3. How do you spend big money? For the last 3 years, we haven’t been able to do any trips or go out for any meals together as a troupe, so I’d like to hold a big event where the current troupe members and those who have left the troupe from 2020 onwards all go on a gorgeous trip to Hawaii together! There are so many places I want to go explore so maybe it could be a 3-4 day long trip where we can do our own thing, and then we could plan some kind of special event to do all together during our stay! The girls who have only been in Takarazuka for 1 to 3 years and those who have joined the flower troupe from other troupes like Hitoko-chan (Towaki Sea) have not experienced our dinner entertainment tradition yet, and many of the upperclassmen are itching to perform again so, I think we should put on a banquet and have a good time! Other things I’d like to spend big money on would be buying a holiday home for my parents and maybe starting my own business. Maybe something to do with children's education, something that mothers would appreciate….But I need to know how to spend money wisely first, time to study up!

4. Are you lucky? Or unlucky? I think I’m a lucky person, I’m very happy! Every now and again there are moments where I look at my life and think how happy I am that I am able to make art with the people I love. I may not be lucky enough to win in raffles or lotteries (laughs), but I’m overwhelmingly blessed to live a life surrounded by the many things that I love.

5. What is the luckiest moment you’ve experienced in your life? Entering Takarazuka was a big moment for me, both a lucky and a happy moment (laughs). Not only did I get to be a part of something I love but I met so many lovely people and learnt all sorts of things! Takarazuka has taught me so much, not just about the performing arts, but about being a person as well, I think if I hadn’t joined Takarazuka I would be completely different to who I am today.

6. A moment you’ve betted on In the early stages of joining the Takarazuka Music School you have to make the decision of whether to become an otokoyaku or a musumeyaku. But at the time I was still getting used to it all, I was kind of drowning, overwhelmed by everything, and so I completely forgot that I needed to decide…And before I knew it, we were all lined up about to make our decision! Everyone in turn saying “musumeyaku!” or “otokoyaku!” down the line! My height at the time meant that I was on the threshold between musumeyaku and otokoyaku, and so I was worrying and worrying like “Ahh which do I choose?!”. But then I heard the person before me say “Otokoyaku!” and in a spur of the moment decision I went “Yeah!” and said I wanted to be an otokoyaku. I guess you could say that was a bet? I wonder what would have happened if I had chosen to be a musumeyaku instead. I would have had to use completely different muscles, so my shoulders probably wouldn’t have broadened like they have now…Choosing to be an otokoyaku was a big turning point in my life.

7. A moment that was a close shave! The time when I was still a junior in the company and decided to climb Mt.Rokko by myself on my day off. It was a nice day despite it being winter, and so after enjoying the mountain to my heart's content I strolled back to the bus stop, only to discover the buses had already finished for the day! Looking around frantically I realised there was not a single soul to be seen, I was all alone, it was getting cold and windy and the sun was starting to set… After standing around in the cold for about 20 minutes, just as I started to worry for my life, a cyclist came speeding down the road towards me. But he passed by so fast there was nothing I could do to get his attention, but then he came back and gave me a ride to the cable car! I was one step away from ending up being a news story. I hope that man is doing well…

8. Something you want to protect with all your life The number one thing i want to protect is everyone's smiles. Maybe it's unrealistic to ask for, but I don’t want anyone's smiles to be clouded by anything, not those of the troupe, not those of the audience, or anyone I meet. Everyone is working so hard every day, the people who look after the company so that we are able to perform, the people who come to the theatre, the doctors and nurses who continue to fight to save lives, everyone, so their smiles must be protected. We are forced to endure a lot which can make our hearts feel heavy, but it's for that very reason that I want to be able to capture the smiles of the audience with my “Yuzuka Camera Lense”! No matter your birth, upbringing, age, or gender, people from all walks of life come to the theatre, lose themselves in the story being told and laugh and cry together in that shared space. How amazing is that? I’m so grateful to get to have that experience and so I want to continue to protect it.

Part 5: My Treasure

Illustrations from manga artists I have been fortunate enough to get to be a part of several plays based on famous manga, and have been gifted original illustrations from their creators. Yamato Waki who made “Haikara-san: Here Comes Miss Modern”, Hagio Moto who made “The Poe Clan” and Kamio Yoko who made “Hana Yori Dango/Boys Over Flowers” . Even now whenever I look at the pictures they drew for me I have a deep feeling of amazement of just how great their work is.

My beloved dog, Noir He’s so intelligent that it’s like he’s a human trapped inside a dogs body and at any moment he’s going to start talking to me. He is in tune to so many things and keeps at juuuust the right distance from me, all traits that would make me want to marry him if I could, he’s so cute!

Letters I’ve received from flower troupe members There is a custom in Takarazuka where you give “Pre-Raku Cards”* to those who have looked after you during the performance. I’ve kept all the ones I have received so far. It just makes me so happy that in these letters the actresses get to share with me thoughts and feelings that they don’t normally get to say to me. 

*Senshuuraku is japanese theatre speak for the final performance of a show, it is usually shortened to “Raku” by both fans and actors. “Pre-Raku Cards” or “Maeraku Cards” is a short hand for “Mae Senshuuraku cards” or “The night before closing night cards”. Celebratory messages from fans My album full of birthday cards, top star anniversary messages and other milestones is my number one most precious treasure. “No matter how far the distance may be, my heart will be your side…” This is a line from the song “An oath made on the wind” from “Haikara-san: Here Comes Miss Modern”. During the initial period of the pandemic, these words would often come to mind and they became a phrase which is now very close to my heart. The underclassmen who couldn’t perform the show quoted this line in a video they made during the theatre shutdown, it really cheered me up at that time.

Videos and photos from the flower troupe During the last performance cancellations, I was sent many videos of things like funny little updates, and people singing whilst playing the ukulele. Performance cancellations are so hard, but if we hadn’t of had them then these exchanges would never have happened..

Video title: “I will become the wind” Misora Maru Ukulele Version Picture: Flower Troupe Love Picture Caption: “Flower Troupe Love” Will never end!

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Limbus Company "World of DnD Identities"

More thoughts of this weird AU me and my friends developed after a long discussion of shitposting (aka we were just shooting the shit for a while)

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Main joke of this AU is all of these guys (Sans Ishmael) are immigrants to the US and live in New York

Yi Sang: Head researcher at a Med-Tech company. He's under 50 thousand NDAs so he's not allowed to talk about work at the table and doesn't feel like it anyway. Often overworked and spends what little time he has off writing poetry. Probably has a pet crow he nursed as a hatchling. Work pays enough he lives on his own, but you wouldn't believe it based on the lack of food at home.

Faust: Freelance worker or high-security tech manufacturer, or both. Shares an apartment with Ishmael and Outis. Whenever pressed about work she ignores the question and elects to remind everyone they're trying to play a board game. Should honestly be a DM but prefers playing characters that know everything so she can be condescendingly coy.

Don Quixote: Theater major who lives in an on-campus apartment with Sinclair. Her classes are super spaced out so she ends up with a lot of free time. Major con nerd and her room is packed with merch she's bought (especially commissions). Has a dedicated sewing room instead of a dining room. How she affords all this is a mystery. Attends a LOT of Broadway shows, and has introduced Rodion to them.

Ryōshū: Traditional art major who lives out of an abandoned warehouse she found and uses as a studio. Actually is constantly skipping classes but somehow hasn't been kicked out yet. Doesn't sell any of her art but that's because everyone's disgusted by it being made out of pig's blood 90% of the time. Where is she getting all this blood? Why pig's blood? She says its because she'd run out of her own. No one knows if she's serious, or needs help. Lots of anecdotes of how Japan is different from the US, especially with holidays or food. Has lots of photos of Halloween costumes she's made for herself. Again, mostly with fake or pig's blood. Something is seriously wrong with her.

Meursault: Works in an international company as a businessman. Lives alone in a small studio to cut company costs during his stay since he doesn't require much room to live in. There was an incident at work so he's not able to go into the office and is constantly in and out of court proceedings. He's not able to discuss what happened, or even if he was involved. Doesn't talk much about himself either. (Everyone swears they don't even know his first name). How he was convinced to come play tabletops is generally a mystery because he's never played before in his life. They think he's enjoying it, because at least he's paying attention.

Hong Lu: He sorta just showed up one day, hanging out with Sinclair. He has a million stories of home, but nothing about the government or anything like that. Lives alone on money from his family but otherwise doesn't work so he ends up just wanting something to do, so he hangs with these guys.

Heathcliff: English in the way that he's from Hong Kong. According to official paperwork, he's not here. Actual story is he was a stowaway on the last vessel Ishmael was on while they were docked in Liverpool. Says he's a government agent, but for who? Also wanted by Interpol and is a bit of a drifter. Legally does not exist because he doesn't have a last name (according to him, wife took it when she died. How much of that statement is true, no one knows). Rooms with Gregor because he can afford it, but only Gregor can sign the paperwork. Always has a new story that invokes more questions of who the hell he even is. Things like "I'm banned from entering Hokkaido", "You know how easy it is to sneak into Switzerland from Lichtenstein?", or the like. Also apparently not to be within a hundred miles of the president. The one friend with a Costco membership, and has bought a lot of weird shit.

Ishmael: Former marine that hated the military life but loves the sea. Often flips between sailing for journalism or marine biology. Not many other qualifications otherwise. Rooms with Faust out of necessity because she's so far away all the time it's hard to keep an apartment by herself. Quite disgruntled she's the reason Heathcliff showed up because she failed the inspection for stowaways, apparently. Only noticed after he drank half the Guinness they picked up. Has a lot of stories from her life on the water. Generally doesn't have a lot of money, so she appreciates how much food gets brought to game night.

Rodion: Absolutely elated with being here. Still working on her accent and figured she'd get better with conversing by playing tabletops. She was wrong, her vernacular is now full of memes. Spends most of her time working casino floors ("professionally"). Basically lives in her hotel room like a princess. Seems to know the most useless of information about her group (Sinclair's shoe size, Faust's bra cup, Hong Lu's inseam length, etc). If asked if she'd ever visit home she vehemently denies it, she's content with all the fun things available to her.

Sinclair: Says he's taking a year or two off school and works part-time. Doesn't seem to need to work, but it gives him something to do apparently. Considering going into school for finance or something ("like my dad was", he often says). Really quiet but appreciates the company. Sometimes gets nagged to translate Faust when she starts talking German with Gregor but he barely understands her sometimes, her accent is different.

Outis: Served her time in the military and is currently retired. Works several odd jobs to keep herself busy rather than make money, at least help Faust and Ish pay rent. Weird old lady of the group, about as mysterious as Meursault and Heathcliff. Most of the work she did is still classified so she's not at liberty to discuss it. Though, she still carries her mannerisms from her active duty.

Gregor: Also served in the military (same deployment as Outis but different unit so they didn't know each other), he was honorably discharged after a massive injury to his right arm. Currently works retail but spends more time on workman's comp than working (something always seems to be happening to his right arm between fractures and other injuries). Eternally grateful to Heathcliff's bank account giving him someplace to live. Usually last pick for food runs because of how often he buys too much deli meat (especially after the 15lbs of brisket incident at Passover).

Dante: New DM that met Vergilius by chance. Don't really know that's going on, has barely played DnD at all and still chose to DM this stupid group. Definitely tries to limit the group to only five active participants a week, but there was an incident where all twelve had open slots for a while. They regretted it highly. Convinced Vergilius to stack the loot table with revival items so the group didn't need to make new characters EVERY session or two. Though, that's come at the price of them losing self-preservation tactics.

Vergilius: Veteran DM that has a frankly insane amount of books (he's been collecting for years) and takes his role very seriously. He was the one to convince Dante to have a maximum of five players a week, until the incident, then he started throwing insane challenges at all of the players to punish them for throwing the game off track so many times. Soft spot only for Charon and allows her to come up with combat encounters (she once suggested three silver dragons)

Charon: Vergilius' daughter. She doesn't play, or even care about DnD. All she does is suggest more and more stupid encounters to kill everyone with because it's funny. All food runs must pay a Charon Tax (aka she gets her own snacks no matter what).

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Halloween party

Iron Man: Well, for one thing, he knows you are likely to dress up in something that's a lot more revealing than what you're used to. He might also notice you're more flirtatious than usual because of the setting and the mood of the night. It's a good opportunity to let loose, have some fun, and enjoy each other's company in a relaxed environment. If he's lucky, he might even end up with your costume on the floor.

Spider-Man: Well, it’s usually a blast. There are tons of spooky decorations and people in scary costumes. You'll go together, so you always get to enjoy each other’s company. There are usually lots of sugary snacks like candy and cake, so it’s pretty awesome. If you’re really into it, you both can even dress up too. You can have all sorts of costumes to choose from, like classic Halloween ones or even nerdy costumes like other superheroes. That would be pretty epic.

Hulk: Going to a Halloween party with you is always a ton of fun. The two of you spend most of your free time together and share many interests, so it's no surprise that you'll enjoy dressing together for the holiday. When you arrive at the party, you always try to coordinate your costumes, whether that means you're dressed as fictional characters. As the night goes on, you spend time eating snacks, hanging out with the other guests, and enjoying the music and decorations. Whenever one of you gets tired or wants a break, you head outside to get some fresh air and chat privately.

Captain America: Going to a Halloween party with you, depending on the atmosphere and the crowd, can be an exciting, exhilarating experience. There's always the opportunity to create a unique, fun, and memorable ensemble. From the atmosphere of the event, you could have a spooky, terrifying, and mysterious night, or even a cozy, lighthearted occasion. Regardless of the tone of the event, there is always the potential for you to dance, play silly games, eat snacks, and spend quality time together, dressed as your favorite characters or in unique outfits of your own design.

Winter Soldier: That depends on the partners, love. It can be fun in a crowded house, with lots of booze and snacks, and your significant other, getting a drink or trying to find a quiet spot, just to sneak a kiss or have some fun. It can be exciting and romantic though he prefers a quiet night with you even if it means handing out candy with you instead.

Black Panther: Going to a Halloween party with you is always a fun experience. He usually arrives dressed up in matching costumes with you, ready to make a statement and turn some heads. You both spent the evening together, enjoying the spooky ambiance, the music, and the delicious snacks. He takes fun pictures together and explores the event, laughing and having fun together. He might even get you to compete in a costume photo shoot, trying to outdo one another with your creative and imaginative choices. It's an enjoyable time, seeing you be your silly, fun-loving self and engaging with him in a world of playful mischief.

Doctor Strange: Going to a Halloween party with the person he loves is like having the whole world to himself. It's a special moment of connection and intimacy where you can express yourself without judgment and celebrate with each other. Whether you dress up together or go in matching costumes, the night provides an opportunity for playful banter and flirting. As the night progresses, you can dance together, laugh together, and truly enjoy the moment. Nothing can top the feeling of being together and having fun on a night dedicated to all things spooky.

Thor: Going to a Halloween party with you is always exciting and fun. You'll start off by getting dressed up in your costumes, picking out perfect outfits that will make all the guests look twice. Once you're ready to go, you head to the party and enjoy a night full of dancing, drinking, and talking with friends. We always look forward to the different activities that the event organizers set up. If it's a costume party, then the night usually ends with lots of fun and laughter, as everyone enjoys some playful banter.

Ant-Man: It would depend on what costumes you and he pick. You could end up having a lot of fun, being silly, and laughing at your funny costume choices, or you could be embarrassed if you picked something too crazy. It could be a night to remember, if you and he picked something romantic, or it could be a night of horror if you decide to dress up as scary characters. Either way, the important thing is that you're having fun together and enjoying the Halloween festivities.