#honestly rotating them in my head they could be so fucked up they could be so toxic for each other but also

[beetlethebug]

hey so my brain is stuck on the thought of aradia x gamzee and i'm just thinkin',,,what if they were matesprits. if you wanna go dark with it, doc scratch could have done so much more like? grooming and shit to aradia. caliborn and gamzee have a fucked up relationship but ya know, his dad deserves a handmaid too as he ushers in a new era. a gamzee who killed equius for not bringing aradia back right. an aradia who just wants to be free, who is maid of time and yet not a single second has even been hers. who wants to share this freedom with her friend, her matesprit. a gamzee who wants to see aradia go apeshit. who wants to see her fight for herself and what she wants. honestly? red-rom is fun but imagine a pitch relationship. a fucked up rivalry where they keep pushing and pushing, both wanting what the other has, other feels but can't get the other person to experience it.

[marcsburnerphone]

Wish I never came

Captain john price x f!reader

Summary: being johns wife has been full of security and safety and you never thought he’d be the one to taint that.

Warnings: angst(why doesn’t anyone write about how scary price can be when hes angry peepaw is cra), hurt/comfort, 141 task force loves you, price is fucking scary.

Part 2 out now!

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Every first friday of the month you bring the boys and your husband a homemade meal to base. It’s been tradition for almost two years now since the first time you did it on a whim, John begged you for a good roast so you surprised him with some and since there was so much you’d brought the rest for his task.

Today you've perfected the dish gaz asked for, they decided rotations on requests now because it became unfair when soap requested meals only he liked 4 months in a row.

You packed all 4 meals in airtight thermal containers and put them in the car before heading towards base about 2 hours away. The military police men greeted you by first name when you arrived and buzzed you in.

“I've never been happier to see someone in my life.” soap rushes you and traps you in a hug while gaz takes the two bags from your hands.

“Good afternoon, wheres simon and john?” you greet both of them with smiles something that was relieving to see in a place like this. The common area was empty during this time of day so it was clear they weren't here.

Before they could answer simon came in, eyes looking more exhausted than usual. He gives a weak attempt at an ‘hello love’ a common and yet sweet name they’d picked up for you.

“I honestly wouldn't go into his office right now hes a little um on edge i’d say.” he grabs his thermal bowl from the bag its always the black one, this way they dont fight over which bowl has more.

“Nonsense simon he’s my husband, im just going to bring him this and be on my way.” simon shook his head turning a satisfied groan at the taste of real food in his mouth to a disapproving one at your persistence.

“love maybe listen he’s under a lot of pressure right now, its really not the time.” gaz interrupts simons beginning of a sentence.

Without another word you just grab his bowl and a fork setting off torwars his office which at this point you could get to blind.

“Are we just going to let her do that.” gaz looks to the two men.

“We warned and she’s right thats her husband i mean worst he’ll do is ignore her, loves her too much to hurt her.” ghost grumbles.

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The air is tense on your way down the hall but you approach his door regardless as the familiar scent of a lit cigar fills your senses. You give two knocks before walking in.

“Hey just brought you some lunch.” you say quietly as you walk in observing the splay of files on the floor and desk.

He grunts and doesn't even spare you a look which yeah it stings but it was expected.

“Okay then can I leave it right here?” you point at a spot on a coffee table thats somewhat clear.

“Do whatever you want with it, mm not hungry.” he says lowly while taking another drag from his cigar letting the ash fall freely.

“So should i just leave it in the kitchen, i can just-.” you didn't know why you were rambling or nervous even john had only ever made you feel safe. 

“I fuckin said do what you please with it, I’m busy.” the tone made you shiver, and yes maybe you should've just left it and talked to him later but this wasn't a behavior from him you've ever experienced.

“John I-” 

“Jesus fucking christ take the food, leave the food I dont fucking care but get the fuck out of here as soon as you can thankyou!” His voice makes you flinch as he throws a stack of papers on the floor with an unneeded force, he yelled at you for the first time ever and you couldn't even process it. Was time bending or had the air become thin, you didn't know but you took a few weary steps back towards the door and left the food by the entrance on the floor finally closing it, once you were back in the hallway air found it’s way to your lungs as you took a deep breath.

“Hey its okay come on.” gaz was there gently caressing your arm along with the two others catching up behind him in the distance.

They never thought hed talk to you like that but right when they heard that deep threatening drawl boom from the common area gaz was the first one up and out. He was always overly protective of you.

You weren't crying, no but you wanted to. You just closed your eyes for what felt like ages and whispered an ‘I’m okay’ and left without another word.

Once you reached the comfort of your own car your heart caught up with the speed of your brain and tears poured, the last time you’d cried like this had been in childhood. Without another second you sped around the lot and out of the exiting gates wishing you'd never entered them in the first place.

You got a call not so long into your way home, maybe five minutes if you estimated correctly and you almost gagged at the picture of you and john that popped up as he rang you.

The boys were the ones to call next but you just dazed out on the long road ahead, disassociated from the outside world around you. You stopped at a cafe you particularly enjoyed in a town near your home needing to clear your thoughts. 

Price had waited and even started counting seconds to see if you'd pop up on the ring camera he installed to keep an eye on you, it brought him comfort especially when you'd make cute gestures at it or talk to him through it as you brought groceries inside. But now you should've been home an hour ago at most and still no sign of you.

He had not comprehended how loud he could get and he really only snapped out of it when soap appeared in his office with a very disapproving look. Then he finally noticed the look of fear in your eyes or how the sweet smile you always wore was a frown and then his gaze made it to the container he’d grown so familiar with by the door.

“FUCK!” he could cry grown man tears, he spoke to you how he sometimes speaks to his soldiers and the strings in his heart felt like they were on the verge of combusting.

“You fucked up captain.” soap added to the fuel before leaving his office.

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Anyone feel that chest pain.

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[heartfullofleeches]

loser darling having to schedule times to fuck all of the demons. honestly i think it’d be a loser’s (my) heaven to be able to fuck and cum into so many demons.

"I can't... do this anymore...."

These beasts were going to be the death of you. It's only common knowledge that idols of lust would be insatiable when draining their prey, but this was too much for one human to take. Rather than a one and deal, these devils had chosen to latch themselves onto you for the rest of your mortal days and possibly long after when they drag your immortal soul down from whence they came. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if there was only just of them. There were three - three devils sucking you dry at all hours of the day. When one finished their meal another would take the sloppy seconds - if they weren't piling on top of you at the same time. If they smelled another human on you your torment was amplified - tongue fucked through half-assed apologies or edged into orgasming right as one tells you exactly how they slit the homewrecker's throat. Even asleep, you couldn't escape their wrath - waking to the exhausting sight of one of them between your legs more times than you could count.

The demon hanging off the end of your bed raises its head from the mattress. "Hm?~ What was that, baby? Couldn't hear you when your legs clench around my neck like that. Thought you'd snap it right in half this time...not that I'd complain."

You yank the demon up by its horns as you drag your spent body into an upright position. It mewls at your harsh grip, plush lips ghosting your jawline as its claws dip against the curve of your hip.

"I. Can't. Do. This. If you whores don't give me a break, I'll be dead within a month. Granted, it's probably the best way to go, but there's more I'd like to do before I die."

An arm shoots around your neck, pulling you towards the bust of the demon on your right now roused awake by the fuse. It kisses at your neck; moist tongue lapping at your skin and it takes all of you not to ride the savage's face like it so desired. "Have we fallen out of your favor, love? You're the one that's always complaining about your love life - when you have us right here. If anyone's hurting right now, it's us."

"I never said that. All I'm asking for is some recovery time every once in a while."

The demon in your lap hums in thought. "Hm. How about this? One of us gets to play with you when you wake up, one in the afternoon and finally right before you go to bed. We can rotate those times during the week and on weekends we get to have you whenever we'd like. Everything in between is all yours, but if you ever need us - you know were we'll be. Sound good, babe?"

"I...." You sigh. It's not much different from your current arrangements, but the best you'll get for now. "...fine."

A sleepy voice sounds from your left, peeling what remained of your night shirt off your shoulders. "Dibs on the first shift."

[queenendless]

🔞🌃Nights (Adult!SatoSugu x Fem!Reader)🌃🔞

A/N: This is a short smut piece, serving as the follow-up to Moving Day.

CW: MATURE 18+ CONTENT INSIDE. NSFW, P in V, P in ass, double penetration, MMF, threesome, throuple, polyamory, short smut.

I'm no master at writing smut so sorry if it's not longer and stuff but writing short pieces means more often posts.

All credit for the characters/show goes to Gege sensei.

* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.

I hope whoever reads this enjoys.

Gojo boastfully laughed as he regaled with tales of pissing off the stingy higher ups, Geto whisking his drink about in his hand with a wry grin and invested eyes, and you sitting in between them.

Sushi dinner with your two loves. What a way to celebrate this newest chapter in all your lives.

You resting your face in your folded arms as their banter rang richly to your ears, lulled by their shared warmth. Feeling cozy, at ease, and entranced in ways you didn't think you'd ever receive. With them, it was like you three were in your own little world.

It had gotten late. Leaving the sushi joint with leftovers in bags, you three were heartily full, light-headed and happy. Driving back home in your five seated cozy car with Geto at the wheel. Gojo leaned his head back in the passenger seat while you kissed them both on the cheek, making small talk with Geto while Gojo zoned out to nap.

Honestly … you felt on top of the world.

Like right now.

In the comfort of your newly shared bedroom.

As your soaking cunt gobbled up Geto's shaft with such ease as he lowered you down slowly enough to slide it in; his giant hands squeezing you from your hips to your thighs.

"Fuck~" His raven hair fanned out beneath him, panting heavily already. "Honey, you are heaven sent~" Geto's lovesick smile made your bud tingle at his girth stuffing.

"Aaah~!" Your erotic moan made Geto swell up even further. His cheeks turned more red, sweat trailed down his enamored face and his flexing muscles; his veins popping out in the process.

Scratching your nails down Geto's ribs elicited rough hisses from him that made you carefully lay down atop him so you could smooch him. "Sugu~" Your shortened nickname for him made Geto smile further as he opened his mouth to let you two French kiss sloppily.

The moment you felt Gojo's lean warm presence lay atop your back, his girth throbbed as he jerked off in his hand whilst rubbing his dripping head in between your peaches.

"Nngh!" Geto grinded his hips forward just to get friction stroking his balls against Gojo's.

"Mmph!" Your lips broke off, head reeling as your arse swayed in the air, just begging to have Gojo's girth stretch you out. And that's what he did, your scorching wet caverns sucking him up just as greedily. "Ha – Aah … Toru~" Your shortened nickname for him, panting needily, had his hips jolting into yours, kneading your cheeks roughly, leaving scratch marks in their wake.

"Fuuuck~! Tight as ever, sweetie~ You've really missed me, huh~?" His head plopped down on your back as his hand fondled your right tit from behind simultaneously with Geto massaging your left tit.

"Missed us both, honestly~" Geto drawled, flitting his tongue along your neck, suckling your collar bone, grinning at the red welt marks now imprinting you. "The feeling's mutual~"

With Suguru's left hand gripping your right hip, and Satoru's own left hand grabbing your left hip, you felt somewhat anchored through your heated mindset. Your hands dug into Geto's broad shoulders for steadiness, your hips rotated upwards as they together lifted you up only to pull you down to take them in further, striking every nerve ending ingrained inside.

When they thrusted upwards, you jolted forward. When they pulled back, your walls fluttered, squeezing their cocks desperately.

This addicting pattern was quickly escalating as neither man was not even close to fully truly releasing. And so, their now frenetic rhythm had you a moaning yelling mess as familiarity of times before began racing through your memory. Them pounding into your soaking tightness specifically.

"God, this feels right~!" Gojo buried his face in your neck, kissing and biting you insistently enough to leave marks as much as possible in every inch of skin there. "So fuckin hot~!"

Geto took in a mouthful of your bountiful breast that he was just twisting your nub with his fingers, now tracing patterns with his sizzling tongue as he nibbled on your bud starvingly, his lips curling on both ends up at you. "Agreed~ Such a fine tasting angel~"

God, their teething, their burning mouths, their firm-built hands fondling and rubbing your skin, everything drove you up the wall. Their touch. Their taste. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

Dopamine jutted through all three of you.

FWOP!

Pushing yourself off Geto as you raised your hips frenzy in tune with them pulling away just as swiftly.

FWOP!

Only to SLAM yourself down on them both, earning lustful swearing yells from them, amorously smiling looking at their squeezing eyed, panting, sweating flushed beauty. Up and down you went, rewarding you with unreasonable pleasure and their deep enriching symphony of moaning.

"Horny little lady~" Gojo hissed as his hand released your abused red boob to grab your chin and turn you around enough to kiss you savagely; your surprised mewls mingling with his growls as he won supreme exploring every inch of your mouth.

SCHLICK!

Pulling your hands off his shoulders to intertwine with his, the squelched sounds of Geto popping out your breast heard loud and clear; a line of drool connected his tongue to your drool covered hill as he pushed up on his elbows, dark lust coating his eyes. "Satoru, let me take the lead here."

"Aw~! But taking her from behind is heaven~!" Gojo's whine as he parted from your swollen slick mouth was accentuated by thrusting in one fast thrust up said ass, having your loud squealing self lean back against his front; your horny tongue out expression had their dicks twitching.

"So is this." Geto's devious smirk was your only warning as he quickly pushed off the bed, situating yourself straddling him, when his hand released yours to grab your right thigh and heaved it high enough and far apart to stretch your pussy to go with another angle had you crying out. "Well~?"

Pulling your left thigh enough apart to drape over his hip from behind, Gojo followed his lead, earning him the same result, seeing your wanton crying self hugging Geto around the neck.

"Huh … not bad Suguru~" Gojo chuckled before leaning over your curling whimpering self to kiss Geto deeply.

"I try~ Now Satoru, shall we~?"

"W – wait~!" Your breathless plea had both men watching and amazed that you turned around to tug on Gojo's black blindfold, pulling it off to let his hair down and his eyes be free. "Beautiful~"

Gojo blushed darker, his heart felt struck harder by Cupid's arrow, and his eyes brightened with unbridled love before he kissed you his thanks, smiling cheekily as he rubbed noses with you. "Kawaii~!"

Holding your legs up from under the knees in one hand, lifting you higher off the bed, you were blown away by their sheer strength electrifying your nerves in this new angle, taking turns thrusting in and out, tugging your legs further apart in tune to their spasming pegs.

Burying your face in Geto's thick neck as your boobs aligned against his boob like pecs, you chewed on them luscious builds before biting hard enough to leave teeth marks. "Goddess~!" Geto gushed, dazedly smiling at you marking him as yours.

Shaking the bed insistently enough had the headboard smacking the wall a lot as one slid in and the other slid out, shaking you back and forth between them as they sucked and bit every inch of you they could reach, further claiming you.

The cacophony of profane, raunchy yells and screams served as the melodies to your ears, bouncing off the walls from the overwhelming sensations rendering you unable to spot when blue and brown gazes made eye contact.

Both slid out until only their tips remained inside. Then they struck in unison. Your tender flesh stretched to its limits until they reached that right spot. You then saw blinding white, popping off Geto's pec to breathlessly gasp. Your cunt and a-hole slick and swollen enough for another double pining.

Grinding as one, their composure long lost, all that mattered now was carnal release. Your breath hitched at the overwhelming high, your nails dragging down Geto's back; his pained growl giving you goosebumps before devouring your open mouth, swallowing your cries.

Blood rushed to your core chaotically. The air between you all got so smothering hot, difficult to breathe calmly. You barely able to pull free from Geto's swollen wet mouth before Gojo's head swerved around to entrap you in a deep tongue fuck.

Your hair stuck to your forehead, gleaming from sweat, you were losing composure. You felt muscles tighten as you were literally pressed in between their built chests, bruising left on your knees from their grip digging in painfully.

"T – Toru! S – Sugu! I – I'm – !" You struggled to utter against Gojo's perfect lips as you felt yourself about to reach the precipice.

"S – Same! Sh – Shit!" Gojo gritted through his teeth before going back to sucking and nibbling roughly at the back of your neck.

"Come, love! C – Come for us~!" Geto croaked out as narrowed brown eyes blazed with vigor; his furrowed brows and set jawline evident signs of him barely keeping it together.

The same was said for you as your continued insatiable clenching around their lengths had them pegging you in their hardest drive. Combined, it all drove you over the edge.

All you saw and felt was that same white hotness, wailing out loud as you unraveled. Drenching their abdomens, their thighs, the bedsheets covers. A lot really.

Your obscene wail was what set their beings spasmodic; the trigger warning, as their guts tightened in unison as they convulsed hard, roaring out loud, bursting the dams, painting your insides with their essence, leaking out of you, down their lengths and mixing with your own.

Dissolved into pleasure, you all came undone, the highs coming in waves of heaven. Wanting to chase that high, the chaotic duo kept at it, their cream coated loads still hitting your deepest crevice just to get the rest out, grunting whilst you were an exhausted mewling wreck.

Finally, their own highs in the clouds faded off, leaving their once stiff dicks now softened up. They lowered you down, releasing your knees, setting your legs draped against the soiled sheets.

Gojo collapsed against your backside, resting his sweaty warm face against your right shoulder while Geto draped himself over you up front, his face buried in your tits. You shuddered as one hand draped through Geto's ruffled raven locks while your other hand brushed back Gojo's snowy locks stuck to his sweaty forehead.

"Y/n-chaaaaaan~" Gojo cooed teasingly despite the fatigue, no doubt smirking. "Hands on practice, success~"

"Quite the memorable lesson, indeed~" Geto's soothing voice also teemed with wry humor as he looked up at you with his nose lodged between your hills.

Of course, they'd be smug about making you cum hard.

"J … Jerks." Your halfhearted jab was overshadowed by you nearly fainting sideways, instinctively triggering their sudden boost in reflexes, having them grabbing you before laying you gently down on your side.

"Maybe we pushed her too far." Gojo hinted at.

Geto raised a questioning brow at his crazy bestie lover. "Maybe?"

Still, they chuckled weakly at the night's events as they laid on their sides, keeping their shafts inside your comfy self; the bump in your tummy being sheer physical evidence of them in the womb. Their arms encased you, flushed between their glowing drenched selves, their legs entangling with your own.

"Love you two." Your nearly silent murmur added to your overall allure as your hands balled up against Geto's abs, your cheek pressed up to his scar covered chest as your own pillow for the night, dozing off leisurely to la-la land.

Gojo kissed your free cheek, using your shoulder as his pillow, whispering into your ear, "We love you too, beautiful~"

Geto kissed your forehead, smiling looking at your precious self snuggling into him. "Always."

As the iconic sorcerer duo kissed each other goodnight, they too conked out, leaving cleaning up to the morning.

For now, three being one, in their own little world, was like and will be like many more nights to come.

Literally.

[ebonyslasher]

Hey I'm new to these requests so sorry if it's bad. Plus been reading ya stuff and I feel like you are the only one who can do this justice. But for some reason having the slashers react to their s/o having a decrepit version of their fit makes me laugh. Like they seem so excited to show them and it's just.. 👁️👄👁️bad. (Um I do see you're on hiatus so I'm sorry if this is an inconvenience or anything.) Also can this be the mask that Michael s/o has plz?

Hey! Thank you so much for reading my work and sending this in. That mask cracks me up

What the hell you got on?!! Slasher mask reaction:

Michael Myers

You saw that mask at a spirit halloween and had to get it

That specific one in Haddonfield couldn't sell the more accurate, original one anymore....mostly due to combined ptsd lol.

But, this would be great to use to try to get a reaction out of him...maybe a chuckle 🤭

It seems impossible but you were successful a few times, he just has....dark humor.

Knowing him, you had to just go ahead and out the costume on in the parking lot. That nigga be stalkin'.👀

You bust through the door🚪 with the whole fit on, confident as hell

😠Michael strides to the front door, figuring out why you making all that fuckin noise and slammin' doors in HIS house.

Michael sees you. And he stops.

You looking how you looking is looking at Michael and he's looking at you.

Girl...what the fuck you got on?

Michael knows he don't look like that y/n🫤, you look derpy. He looked intimidating- there's a difference!!!

He starts to walk past, acting unaffected. But, he swiftly pulls that shit off.

You're shocked 😲, he just scalped you! You start giggling.

"Michael that cost money!!!" 😩

Michael thinks, 'You shouldn't care, you were wasting it with this shit anyway.'

Stu +Billy

Oh, this shit was perfect.

You saw this while browsing on e-bay and thought that Stu and Billy would love this. And you got an old big ass block cordless phone too? Oh baby!✨

You went over their house to spend the night. And of course you hid the costume and mask in the spennanight bag 👜. Y'all were in the middle of the first blunt rotation. You excused your self to the bathroom so you could enact your grand plan.

Taking your personal fat ass weed 🍃pen, you hopped into the bathroom and put the costume on. You also smoked tf up out of the bathroom so you could have some smoke as a background.

Throwing open the door, you jump out and say, "Wassuppppp!!!!"

They look at you, shocked, before Stu and Billy double over. They are hollering.

Y'all all crying 😂 over the mask. The weed wasn't making things better

Stu and Billy both randomly say WASSUPPP😝 and point at each other as they laugh.

Honestly they love it. and your grand entrance ? Fantastic

Bubba Sawyer

Listen.... you don't know about putting someone else's skin on your face

If you want to do that, by all means. you strong as fuck. And fit right the fuck in with who you with.

But you find this mask for pretty cheap online, the others were....costly (like $100 + for the good ones, dayum!)

Once it's delivered, you run up into a random room and shut the door. You put it on and look in the mirror as you evaluate the mask.

Man, what the hell were these ears?🙃 It looks like someone tried to make earmuffs but didn't really know what they were.

Also this fucking hair? You looked like a fucked up lunch lady

It's huge asf on your head, balloon 🎈 ass mask. It's lopsided. Looking like you got hit and was turned halfway loose

Bubba comes in and spots you with the mask.

He starts, jumping and clapping❤️❤️. Bubba is bubbling and squealing at how cute you are.

Essentially he's like, "oh baby yay!" He loves it. Bubba doesn't think it looks bad! He's flattered! 🤗

It's like physical thing that represents you truly being a part of the family~

Pinhead

Well...Pinhead's face isn't a mask. It's his damn face. But it'd be a mask for you!

You gotta show your appreciation to yo mans!!! and mess with his ass. He's dramatically hilarious.

There were, surprisingly, a lot of masks made of Pinhead's face. It was a bit odd, but useful for what you needed. At least you didn't have to make one from scratch. 🤷🏿‍♀️

However, You still wanted to be a little creative. Dip a lil toe into your ✨craft era✨.

So, it was obvious you got one without the pins! Going to the store and seeing to most colorful 🎨 of pins was an automatic yes.

Now, this shit was not easy putting in. Some of them was bent every whichaway, the holes were uneven so some were drooping.🫠

You looked a mess, chile.

"Y/n...what is the meaning of this?" You snicker. "Babe, I'm You!"

"So, you attempt to mock ME! Blasphemy!"

"Not trying to mock you!! I was making this so I could be like you...and mess with you a little."

"Silly human....tsk tsk. I will have my comeuppance."

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

IT Takes a Mob pt 4

First

previous 

Bill knew three things as he came to.

One, something squirmy just landed on his chest. Two, the apartment stunk in a way it usually didn’t. And three, for living alone, Bill’s apartment was filled with a lot of sounds that were vaguely concerning.

Primary, the cussing, and the smoke alarm.

‘Is it worth it Bill? Is waking truly worth it?’

The answer was quickly taken from his hands when as a small hand shoved itself up his nose with the sound of a happy gurgle.

“Gah-!”

Shooting up he lifted up the squealing mass into the air.

The little heathen didn’t even seem to realize how rude he had been. Kicking his little feet around and with a babble.

“Kid, first rule of my house, don’t interrupt a man’s sleep.”

“Aba ba bah..”

“You’re right, that alarm is annoying; guess we have to go yell at the nitwits.”

There was a crash from the kitchen,

~~~~

“Do I want to even know?”

“Well ah, probably not.”

What once was a small window into alleyway was now a hole in his wall.

Glancing down Bill grimaced as the dumpster continued to crackle.

“That was my good fuckin’ pan.”

“For what it’s worth, it was honestly a mistake to leave Ken to watch the stove while I fed Danny. I forgot.”

Bill wafted the towel in his hand to his old window with a scowl,

“How could you forget? Like there’s three consecutive rules throughout the safe houses and two of them are to keep Ken out of the kitchen.”

Ken ducked his head as he opened the apartment door.

Marv continued to bounce Danny, with a snort,

“Yeah, the kid has a talent man, I didn’t even know eggs could burn that fast.”

With another shake of his head Bill left to get himself ready.

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“So now what?”

Bill met Ken’s eyes in the mirror as he washed his face,

“Unless you’re asking about my cast iron you’re going to have to be more specific.”

He took pleasure as he watched they younger man roll his eyes.

“I meant the kid. Now what?”

“Why are you asking me?”

“Because we need a plan,”

Ken glared at Bill’s deadpan in the reflection.

“Don’t give me that look, as much as I like Marv we both know he ain’t exactly thinking at the moment.”

He gave a wince,

“I love Danny an’ shit but this isn’t something we can wing, you know? Need prep and fuck knows what else.”

Exiting to the hall Bill gave a snort,

“You got that right, as far as I can see it, we need to sit down and strategize, need a list of everybody on roster. Separate the names of trustworthy players from the average goon before starting to sort out who can and would take in the bugger. After that we need a rotation an-“

A cry broke out as they rounded into the living room on a frazzled Marv.

“Shhh shhh. You’re alright, shhh. Oh, great timing guys! Not it!!”

Bill barely had time to grab hold of the crying tike before Marv backed up.

“Jesus Christ what’s gotten into yo-“

The stench reached his nose.

Ken gagged and took a step back,

“Ah man, not it!”

“You-! Fine, where’s the bag with the diapers?”

Hoodlums:

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[definitelynotshouting]

i literally can't stop rotating hunger au worldbuilding and lore in my head. forgive me if you've ever touched on this in an ask before, but... re: the existential horror of being a parasite that has the sense of self of the host it ate. if one of grian's friends ever did get taken and used as a watcher larva host. how do you think he would feel about the watcher that came out the other side? would he want to see them as still the same person as his friend, or...?

Ive been staring at this ask since i got it with like. I need you to picture the most comically heartbroken expression right now okay. like this is me reading that and thinking about it in great and terrible detail:

Gods he would be devastated if this ever happened. He knows what thats like. He knows just how much it hurts-- and that its not a hurt that can be quantified, because its just that intense, that scalding, that encompassing of an experience to go through. I think, genuinely, Grian would be so utterly horrified and grief-stricken for whichever friend went through the Watcherification process that it would trump every other potential feeling on the list

But i think, ultimately, he would still view them as his friend, and treat them in the same way. There's a little bit of hypocrisy in Grian's character that i enjoy engaging with while writing him, and a good part of that in hunger au is centered around how he's firmly designated himself as the monster, and everybody else is the victim, and theres no room for nuance because he sucks and theyre the only people who are valid. When in reality, yes he hurt them, yes he did terrible and invasive things, but he did them out of pure survival rather than maliciousness, and that does make a subtle difference. And... hes not the only one who has fucked up, either!! The entire point of hunger au is how everyone has fumbled the bag in various ways and now they're all trying to clean it up together. Its just, yknow, Grian is so wrapped up in his own pain that he cant see those grey areas yet

And the thing is, if one of his friends got Watchered™, so to speak, and was standing in front of him, i think he would treat them with SO much compassion. Theyve been through possibly the worst thing anyone can experience and come out the other side-- at his core, Grian is i think a character who wants to do good, and do good by other people, and in this hypothetical that would translate into a lot of kindness he doesnt usually afford for himself. Honestly i think he'd spend the time trying to show them the ropes, get them set up in a better position than he found himself in, and provide his own fumbling emotional support as best he could, just out of sheer solidarity. Like, he gets it. He's been there. He may as well help out.

And i think he wouldnt even realize how hypocritical he's being until someone else pointed it out to him, about how he treats this friend with so much care but is simultaneously cruel to himself. I dont think he'd know how to handle that-- he's sort of dug himself a rut in the road with the way he thinks about and treats himself, and the cognitive dissonance would be really uncomfortable for him. Ultimately a good thing!!! Growth is often very uncomfortable. But imo Grian has a tendency to run from things like feelings of discomfort, so i think it'd take him a while to reconcile his previous ways of thinking with whats being presented in front of him essentially in the form of a mirror.

So uh. tl;dr: he'd be a little hypocrite about it and would feel a lot more compassionately inclined towards the friend than he does himself, and would try to help them out as best he could. Thank you for the incredible question that has given me the opportunity to rotate this worm at even higher speeds than usual inside my brainpan DKNFEKNDSKDJKDKD

[marvelsswansong]

summary: you're completely oblivious to how men stare and flirt with you. Steve isn't. But he doesn't care so long as you continue to be his sweet girl.

tags: Steve x bimbo-ish!fem!reader, basically she's a hot feminine girl with no social cues/zero awareness of men's attempts to flirt, so much fucking fluff, implied smut/one sexy-ish scene, Steve being a protective bf

☆ word count: 1.6K+ ☆

-> a/n: does this count as a himbo x bimbo relationship sksksks. I'm just a sucker for bimbo!r fics where the bf is v protective.

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

It's easy for Steve to spot you in the crowd.

The bakery is swarming with people, it being a sunny Friday afternoon, but he's still easily able to pick you apart from the masses: the shiny lip gloss, the short skirt, the click of your black heels on the cobbled floor. The dip of your v-neck shirt and your perfectly manicured nails, your delicate lashes fluttering softly as you nod along cluelessly to another guy attempting to get your attention.

Steve decides to amuse himself for a bit, leaning against the wall out of sight from you to examine the rotation of men trying to flirt. He doesn't blame them - you're walking sin in heels. What with the way your mini skirt flies behind you when you run, exposing your lace panties underneath, or how you giggle and fumble with the silver butterfly necklace on your neck when you're embarassed.

Worst of all, you're not even trying. You're just that sweet, that kind hearted, that... oblivious to how men gawk at you and thirst after you like you're an oasis in the middle of a long-stretching desert.

And right now, the guy at the front is laying it thick with the flirting, but you're not picking up on any of his innuendos.

"So, you work here a lot?" the jet-blacked hair jock questions, leaning against the counter. You smile politely, nodding.

'Weak pick-up line.' Steve thinks.

"Yeah! I've been working here for about a month." is your response, your smile bright and genuine, your voice preppy and dripping with sunshine and honey.

God, you're so damn sweet and cute, Steve thinks.

The guy hums in fake interest.

"So, uh, (Y/n)-" he says, reading the name tag stuck to your work-mandated apron (which honestly does nothing much to cover the skimpy outfit underneath). "How well buttered are your muffins?"

The comment makes Steve cringe internally but you simply frown, cocking your head to the side.

"...None of our muffins are buttered. They contain butter, sure, but we don't put any butter on top." you reply matter-of-factedly, making the cocky smile on the guy's face fall. The raven haired man crumbles like chalk in front of you, before he coughs awkwardly and attempts to regain his confidence.

"No, baby, I meant..." he leans forward, placing his left hand on top of yours this time. "Do you need any help getting your muffins buttered? Because I am very good with my hands."

Your eyes light up at his comment, but not for the reason the guy hopes for.

"OHHHH.... are you here for the job opening? For the baker's assistant position, right?" you say cheerily, turning around to take the 'help wanted' poster off of the wall. The guy starts to refuse, shaking his head sideways but you're not even looking at him, your eyes fixated on the poster. "It seems that you're in luck, the deadline doesn't close for another week."

You thrust the piece of paper into the man's hands, before resuming your place behind the register.

"Will that be all?" you ask sweetly. It could read to others as sassy and savage, but the funny truth is that you mean no malice: you're being wholly genuine and honest. But the line has only gotten longer and the mother holding a small child coughs sternly behind the man, forcing him to bow his head in shame and walk away. The sight makes Steve let out a quiet laugh, the defeated look on the creep's face a sweet victory for him.

Steve decides to make himself visible then, waving at you from the back, your smile widening instantly as you spot him.

"Connor, can I take my break now?" you yell into the kitchen as another co-worker takes your spot at the register. As soon as your boss yells out a "yes", you're throwing the apron down and running up to Steve. You hug him fiercely, your arms wrapping around his neck as Steve lets out a quiet "oomph" at the force and speed with which you hug him.

"I thought you had work until 6 today." you mumble into his neck, not letting go of your boyfriend's body. Steve chuckles, running a hand down your back as he breathes in your familiar scent. Floral and citrus sweetness - a blend of vanilla, cinnamon and peaches.

"I got off early and wanted to surprise you, sweet girl." he responds, pulling away to peck you lightly on the lips. You whine at that, never satisfied with a light kiss as you tug him back down by the collar of his shirt, modesty be damned. The kiss is intoxicating and hungry, your hands traveling down his chest as you mould your lips against his, practically backing him against the wall.

Steve has to be the one to lightly tap your shoulders and push you off of him, a light red blush coating his cheeks as you frown and pout your lower lip forward.

"Why'd we stop?" you whine, completely unaware of the fact that half of the store is staring at you and Steve.

"We gotta save the... heavy kissing for places that aren't crawling with kids and families. Alright, angel?" he suggests lightly, smiling as he pats your cheek with his left hand.

You sigh dramatically, before you let out an excited gasp.

"Can we go get dessert then? I saw that there's a new ice cream store in town and Robin's been too busy with Vickie." you complain, crossing your arms across your chest. The motion causes your shirt to ride up, exposing more of your waist, which Steve quickly covers with an arm around your torso.

"Of course. Whatever you want."

You give him a dazzling smile, one that never fails to make his stomach churn and his mind buzz, before he laces his fingers with yours and guides you into the front seat of his BMW.

When you two arrive at the ice cream store, the cashier refuses to let you pay after taking one quick look at you. You accept the free dessert with a bright smile and before the guy can even attempt to ask you for your number, you're pulling Steve's hand and asking the poor guy in front of you if your boyfriend can also get the ice cream for free.

Steve has to suppress his laugh: it's happened so many times at this point that it's amusing to see you accept discounts and free food/drinks from thirsty men, never even questioning why they'd offer you that in the first place, before dragging Steve along into it.

Afterwards, you insist on sitting on the roof of Steve's BMW to watch the sun set whilst eating ice cream. But it's hard for Steve to focus on what you're saying - or for him to eat his own damn ice cream - when you're sitting with your legs thrown over his lap, your tongue dragging across the sweet dessert slowly in between sentences.

A firey desire lights up in his stomach as you slowly lick the top and drag your tongue down the side, letting out a satisfied moan at the taste. The knowledge that you're doing it naturally - that you're not even trying to tease him or anyone else - makes the sight even more erotic and Steve's not the only one to have noticed.

Feeling the prickly stares of a group of junior boys parked across the street, Steve makes it a point to twist his back and shoot a deathly glare at them. The boys are quick to avert their gaze after that and Steve feels satisfication seep in.

"And I told Dustin that I think- hello. Stevieeeeee." you sing song, waving your hand over his face. "Are you even listening to me?" you pout.

"I'm sorry, yes, I promise I'm listening."

You let out a disatisfied 'hmph' at that, a sour expression appearing on your face, which he's quick to dismiss by kissing you tenderly.

"I'm sorry I got a little bit distracted." he mumbles against your lips as you sigh. Taking another slow lick from your cone, you raise your eyebrows.

"What were you distracted by?"

It's such an innocent question, one which makes him chuckle, fingers brushing against the pads of your knees.

"You, of course."

The comment makes you smile shyly, your gaze dropping to the floor - six months into dating and you're still not good at receiving your boyfriend's compliments.

"Oh.... I guess then, uh, that's okay to be distracted. If it's me."

Steve's fingers lazily play with the edges of your skirt, his gaze flickering in between admiring the fabric and your gorgeous face.

"You have no idea, do you?" Steve finally questions, referring to your effect on men and all the attention you've been getting the whole day. You shrug your shoulders at the question, biting your lower lip.

"No idea about what?" you genuinely ask, confused.

"Never mind." he responds, biting into his ice cream. Steve's quick to then sit you on his lap as the sun finally sets on Hawkins, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as you complain about it starting to get cold.

"I know another way we can get warm." Steve suggests into your ear, biting your shoulder. You frown at that before your back straightens and you turn around excitedly.

"Oh, I know this from last time! You want to have sex." you practically announce for the whole parking lot. A few passerbys even shoot the two of you a dirty glare.

"Yeah, baby, but you don't need to shout it out loud." he chuckles into your skin as you smile sheepishly.

"Oops. Sorry."

"No worries." he says, sliding you off his lap before winking at you. "You can save the screaming for later, my sweet girl."

[yongislong]

tiktok prank + 127.

genre: illichil tries to open a jar that you glued shut! lol! fluff, crack, humor, nonidol!127 but its not specified, i hope my humor comes across through this...

cw/note: none but lmk! omg this request was so fun to do, ty anon and sorry it took so long! i've never done like... a typical reaction type of writing style before so it was kinda funny, these are a lot shorter than what i usually write, but yeah! send reqs if you have them! i will always get to them even if it takes me a minute. lmk if you want dreamies or wayv version! not proofread lol

taeil... i can't get it off. depends on the day actually, but i feel like he'd kinda give up LMAO. would be like mf i cant open it :-| or would probably get some pink rubber gloves to try and pull it off and it looks SO ridiculous that you have to break it to him that you glued it shut because you're convinced he's gonna break his hand before he even opens it. he is embarrassed LMFAO

johnny... there you go babe! the biggest dorkiest, most annoying smile on his face because he genuinely didn't notice anything different about the jar and you are... shell shocked. once you tell him you glued it shut his eyes almost pop out of his head because he actually didn't realize he was that strong... it kinda makes your head spin how innocent and cute he is about it, he knows how hot it was though

taeyong... GAHHHH. grunting loud as hell as he's gripping and twisting that thing for DEAR LIFE oh my god. his mom cooks so i'm sure he has some tips and tricks up his sleeve that'd he'd try and oh, oh boy, would he try all of them. eventually you have to tell him to stop after he lays down on the floor with various can openers, towels, rubber grippers, etc scattered all over the place, trying to catch his breath

yuta... silent smirk. he would struggle for a couple tries but gets a grip on it that pops it open. your eyes pop out of your head and you stumble over your words as he wordlessly smirks and hands you the jar back with a kiss to your temple. you chase after him and tell him the jar was glued shut and he literally won't stop flexing. would take this to the grave. when you watch superhero movies he always refers back to this moment and how he could beat them in any fight because cmon, he's the yuta nakamoto

doyoung... what the fuck. incoherent mumbles. is too prideful to give up and you almost want to not tell him simply because you just wanna let his stubbornness take over, its the funniest thing. he's sitting on the couch, laptop and phone open, both playing different videos on how to open jars that are too tight. eventually gets it open and it so cocky about it, he's pretty though so you allow his smile to get wider once you tell him you glued it shut

jaehyun... huffing an puffing. literally breathing so hard, you know he's strong so you're honestly shocked its so hard for him. he puffs out his cheeks as he presses his lips into a thin line, looking like that smiling bread meme lol. his dimples poke out sm. he eventually gets it open with a loud pop, pats you on the shoulder and asks you to never ask him to do anything for you again LMAO. you tell him the jar was actually glued shut and he feels a lot better about himself pft

jungwoo... confusion. would asses the situation LMFAO. literally so shocked like damn, what the fuck is this. asks you to forget whatever you were cooking because at this point its not worth it. flips and rotates the jar a thousand times to understand how something could be shut this tight. is convinced its a manufacturing error jdsjk. you tell him its glued shut and gets so ??? because damn it was a prank that backfired on you as well now and you have to eat buttered noodles for dinner!

mark... WOAH dude. shocked pikachu face. tries to open it through giggles but to be honest he gives me sweaty hand energy and he's so annoyed that the jar keeps slipping from his fingers but his reflexes are good so its ok. i have a feeling mark is hiding small yet insanely strong biceps under all his clothes so he gets it off once he wipes his hands on his shorts a couple times. tells you to not buy those brand of pickles again but kisses your temple as he leaves. you honestly don't tell him you glued it shut because you can tell how confused he is about the whole situation as he slightly tilts his head with a pensive face once hes sat at dinner

haechan... AHHGGHGHHAAAaaaa. squealing. screaming. his eyes are shut so hard. neck craned all the way back as he lets out all his frustrations. you tell him to shut up because you live in a complex lol. in the midst of all your playful arguing he pops the jar open and in the process spills half the bottle on your matching pj set. speechless for about 45 seconds. you both look at each other wide eyed as you finamly tell him shyly it was supposed to be a prank and he is fully straight faced LMFAO you both agree to never speak of this

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 2 Group D Match 8

expand for propaganda! (major wall of text warning)

Adam Yauch:

"I wanna beat him up in front of my house and then nurse him back to health he's so cute pls vote mca please ♥️♥️♥️♥️"

"GUYS. THE 2012 VMAS. THE NOTE.... 😭😭😭"

"He had so many different hairstyles and colours throughout the 90s, and each and every one of them looked fucking amazing"

"HES SOOOO CUTE !!!!¡¡"

"Went down a Yauch rabbit hole only after this tournament began. I am now Team MCA."

Colin Greenwood:

"I really, truly believe Colin Greenwood is the most attractive 90s musician, if not the most attractive man to ever exist. Every night while I sleep Im stared at by 6 beautiful pictures of this beautiful man, arranged over crystals and candles, perfect for the worship that he so clearly deserves. If I could, I would keep his head in a little jar on my bedside table (no surprises style) constantly rotating so I can see every angle of his gorgeous face. I honestly dont think I would be able to help myself from taking it out of the jar and smooching him. If Colin threw hot coffee on me, I would cherish those burn scars forever. If he spat on me, I would immediately rush to a lab that could get me my own little Colin clone, which I would take very good care of. I would cook him nice little meals and feed him fancy cheeses, I would make sure he is nice and warm and has plenty of blankets and pillows, and I would give him a nice kiss on the forhead every night before I tuck him into his little hamster bed. It's actually not humanly possible to look at Colins eyes without immediately swooning. Your eyes will turn to hearts, awooga boioioioing sound effects will play. They are so overwhelmingly big and beautiful. His nose has the perfect arch. It ties together his side profile amazingly. He looks like he had to be carved out of marble specifically to be the perfect, hottest man to ever feasibly exist. I need to grab his head and shake it around a little. Give him a little kick. Or a little kiss. How is it possible that this perfect man is real."

"He looks like he'd give the best hugs"

"I feel like he would give really good hugs. He's the sweetest guy ever. Watch any radiohead interview, he's the biggest sweetheart and always so happy to be there"

"I want to go to his house and take him to dinner and have him tell me abt his day while I stare into his majestic, Shelley Duvall eyes."

"Bass hands"

"I want to get stuck in a closet with Colin but not for "those reasons" but so that he could ramble on to me about different types of cheeses and his different interpretations of Pynchon novels and jazz and Sparklehorse and his cancer donations and all his other obscure interests and observations"

"I want him to choke me with his bassist hands"

[quinntell]

Laying on the ground. Fit on the brain. Do you think he grew up in 2b2t? Do you think he started the radio as a sort of log, and never thought it would go anywhere? How amazing and how horrifying must it be to talk to yourself for years, hopelessly, just to hear your own life parroted back at you through a shitty radio, and to get out and learn that people heard your life with you? That someone out there listened, and was excited to hear you had survived? That someone you didn't know was worried endlessly because you forgot to log a day? That someone grew with you, and you didn't know? Like.

God. Imagine Fit getting to the island, finally finally safe for the first time in his life, and a month into it, a boat crashes. Okay, not out of left field. But then he's introducing himself and he sees these two people he's never seen before in his life just light up and look so happy. Relieved, even. How weird is that? And then they walk up to him and tell them they both heard his radio.

He wasn't alone that entire time. That's gotta be a hard hitter. And an even harder hit? He doesn't have to be alone ever again.

And then the kidnappings ect ect, but oooh man I'm just. I think about Fit's story a lot. I think if he ever said why he was there, no one would blame him. They could hate him, sure, but who could blame someone for wanting peace?

GOD, IMAGINE IF HE EVER GOT REAL PEACE. NO DANGER. NONE! EVER! i think he would actually break down, honestly. Fit needs danger to survive because a danger-less place is just. Suspicious. At this point.

Okay this went on forever but I'm just rotating him in my head so much and sad music is playing. Whoops.

- FA (💥)

bro. I’m rotating /you/ in my head. Like literally you are just giving me so so so many good hc’s and ideas

I imagine fit is at first very very weary of pac e mike cuz like. They know /so much/ about him and then he starts overthinking about how many weaknesses he showed of himself when he did the logs and at first he mainly hung out with them to keep an eye on them and to make sure they don’t fuck up his plans. But slowly he started to bond with them and grew fond of the scientists and their hoard of rats and he almost forgot that they had listened to his logs because once they noticed fit stiffens when the mention it they just agreed to not bring it up and it’s just so wholesome but angsty at the same time!!

fr though FA your brain is so huge.

[catgirljaneway]

For the character ask game: Kes + 1, 12, 20

Thank you so much for the ask!! (Ask game in question)

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Ok! So I'm a huge Kes fan, and I was initially drawn to her because she's got this little aura of joy, and you can't help but love her, which you can see in other character's interactions with her on the show. Any room she walks into instantly gets a little brighter and she's just so fundamentally kind and gentle and full of love.

So that's what initially drew me to her, but what hooked me, was that fact that the longer you watch, the more we learn about her, the more deeply strange she gets. We've got that fantastic scene in elogium where she eats all those fucking bugs with that deranged expression, and of course, my all time favorite, this one scene where the doctor tells Kes he has some autopsy reports for her to read because he knows she loves autopsies. This by the way, is NEVER brought up again which I think is a terrible loss, because what thing to say about a character and then never mention! What a fact!

So you've got this little elfish looking girl, who's still fundamentally kind and gentle, but now we also know "oh she's a bit of a freak!" and she's wicked smart, and then she learn, oh, she's got these terrifying powers at her core and actually she might not be as fundamentally gentle as we (the audience) or kes herself thought. And now Kes has to grapple with this, and she's still a deeply good and loving person at heart, but now she has to try a little harder to suppress these urges and that makes her fundamentally more interesting.

Also her relationships with Janeway and Tuvok and The Doctor all bring me so much joy. Janeway's love for her, and the way she smiles when Kes is around, the way she hugs her when she leaves just!! Rip me to pieces. And Tuvok's mentorship and quiet protection of her?? And that scene when the Doctor holds her in Twisted. Kes has 3 parents, and honestly all three of them think they're taking care of her, but they need her more than she needs them.

And what's kept me loving her, is in a way her missed potential. So much about Kes wasn't explored, so much was left unanswered, and getting to rotate her around in my head and think about all the things she could have been is so fun. I deeply wish she had been used more, because on paper she's such a fascinating, deeply weird character. And she was just starting to come into her own when we leave her. She's broken up with Neelix, she's making her own choices, and I want to imagine where that would have gone. (I have further thoughts on this, but this is already ridiculously long, so I will continue this in a different post)

Long story short, she's a lovable little weird girl, and I like weird little girls. She'd crawl around on all fours and make up weird stories at recess in fourth grade and I like that about her.

Also she reminds me of the "a little guy!" > "oh they're actually fucked up" meme.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Well I LOVE the art where people make her look a little more bug like. With weird pupils and antennae and such. I love that, I definitely headcanon her looking a bit creepier like that.

I also headcanon her as a lesbian. Her whole relationship with Neelix baffles me. I honestly LOVE them as friends, they're so great when they're just silly best friends, but I cannot stand them as a couple. She's a gay girlie.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

SEVEN!! Seven!!! GAH! The missed potential! Pretty much a weirdgirls club with Seven, B'elanna, and Kes. Kes would have been the perfect person to help Seven reintegrate into society, because she's patient and kind, and she'd get a huge kick out of Seven's deadpan humor. I mean, the EMH is her best friend, she's very good at dealing with people who others consider hard to get along with.

Kes wouldn't make Seven feel bad about the way she is, or try to pressure her to conform to what she wants from Seven. She'd take her how she was and love her for her whole being, not for what she could be. Also Seven would be Kes's scary dog ❤️ Because people meet Kes and think she's an easy target or a pushover (even though she could probably obliterate anyone if she so felt like it) but then Seven is standing behind her looking menacing and they hurry away as quick as they can, completely unaware they were scared of the wrong blonde.

[obsessivelyloved]

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING THANKS!!!

I was hoping to imply the part got closed down indefinitely and literally all the robots being platonic yanderes for poor Edd. Even future Edd is after this kid lmao.

Poor Edd is just trying to find a way to escape but keeps turning up empty. Little does he know, the animatronics have already boarded up the exits from him-

Also the park was closed because the security guard they killed was the final straw for the company and they had to abandon it. The animatronics are honestly overjoyed because now they can do whatever they want and take care of themselves! Hope Edd likes his new home :)

You did perfect on the implication!! Damn though, this poor guy 😭. I absolutely love that this company just bailed after that last night guard, they really said "FUCK this, these guys can rot in hell"

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This can’t be right….. Edd stared in disbelief at the exit. Or well, what was supposed to be an exit. The large Come Back Soon sign had been ripped down, and the metal bars of the gates twisted along parts of the sign. The two turnstiles had their little rotating bars bent nearly beyond recognition. There was nowhere for him to climb. Nowhere for him to go around. 

This was insane. 

“Shit,” Edd mumbles, furiously trying his best to shove through one of the turnstiles. No dice. Of course he wouldn’t be able to move metal. 

He was just going to have to move on and find the next exit. And fast. The animatronics have been moving more lately. Not to mention, he had three new ones on his tail… 

Edd shuddered. His time with the western animatronics had been an…. Experience. 

None of them had taken their eyes off him for a long while. His back crawled at the thought. Prince Matthew had spent time turning over his face and pinching his cheeks, rambling on about practically nothing. 

However, Edd would admit that he was too afraid to soak in what the robot had been talking about. Beyond hearing about dressing him up, he was too nervous about Thomas. The animatronic stared as if something greatly amused him. 

And the barkeep, well, Edd never got his name. That one had merely kept watch from his window after heating up better food for Edd and getting him a drink. 

Edd was extremely lucky he shook those three.

Thomas untied him so he could eat and Edd bolted. He knocked over stools and chairs and darted out the swinging doors. 

All three of them basically cussed him out as they tried to chase him. But someone, Edd assumed it was Matthew from the yelling, tripped over something Edd knocked over. It gave him enough time to hide. 

But that didn’t matter since the damn exit was blocked! 

Edd sighed, rubbing his face. The next one. He just had to find the next exit. Then he could leave and head towards town. Where he’d be safe.

[pedropascalsx]

Is that the best that you can do? {Dave York x F! Reader}

Summary: Does Dave keep his promise to return home early if you keep yours of being a good girl?

Warnings: Infidelity, unhappy marriage, Oral (F receiving), female masturbation, Dave being an asshole (in a good way), P in V sex, Creampie, Orgasm denial, restraints, cock-slapping??? (if i’ve missed anything please tell me!) 

Chapter: 3 of the Appreciation Series.

Word Count: 3.8k+

A/N: Unbeta’d - will check for mistakes in the AM. I just wanted it get it out, because I couldn’t stop writing smut. Honestly, this is filthy. Well, I think it’s filthy?

Shout out again to @whataperfectwasteoftime​ @honestly-shite​ & @theewokingdead​ for being my filth enablers!!!! 

**also this tie in this gif... yeah thats the tie!!!!**

The morning he left for his business trip was a busy one, you’d prepared breakfast for the entire household, bathed both girls, dropped them off at school, done one load of laundry and hastily dropped to your knees before he fucked your mouth whilst pressing your head up against the washing machine.

 He had left without a single look back; you’d watched from the window as he placed a quick kiss on his wife's cheek as she chatted to one of the neighbors at the bottom of the drive before he sped off to God knows where.

 The only words he had said to you that whole morning were gritted out as you took him as deep in your throat as you could, his hips thrusting into your mouth at a relentless speed as the washing machine drowned out the sounds of your gagging and his moans. 

 Such a good girl for me. Look at you… always looking so fucking sweet even when you have my cock in your mouth. Take it. Take it all, you filthy little whore. 

 He made you keep his cum in his mouth as he gently ran his fingers through your hair, ordering you to swallow once the grip he had in it had forced you to look up into his eyes as you did so.

 And then he left. With you left wondering if you’d been good enough for him to come back to a day early. Your core clenched at the thought of it: a whole night of him using you however he wanted. The feeling of his fingers buried deep in your cunt the night before still lingering as a shiver ran through you.

 You’d busied yourself with tasks for the rest of the day, running errands for Mrs. York, picking up dry-cleaning, making sure the girls had all of their favorite snacks refilled for their upcoming journey out of state for the wedding, driving an hour back and forth to a shoe store for a particular pair of heels Carol had seen online and was adamant would be the only ones to match the dress she had bought for the wedding and then preparing dinner; before spending the rest of the evening watching shit on Netflix in bed. 

 Sleep came easily. The screen of your television still illuminating your room as you drifted off to sleep. Staying asleep though? That did not happen as easily.

 You’d dreamt of him, you’d dreamt of him taking you, you’d dreamt of feeling his lips crashing against yours and then you dreamt of the fallout. An uneasy feeling building in the pit of your tummy as you imagined what would happen. She had connections, the kind of connections to ensure you’d never work as a Nanny in the DC area again. You stared at the blades of the fan above your head as they rotated steadily, whilst you worked on pushing down those feelings or trying to at least push them away. 

 But ultimately; lines had been crossed. Boundaries no longer existed. And all that you could focus on was the exquisite taste of him overwhelming your senses. You knew it was wrong, you hated yourself for it, but the devil wouldn’t have made paradise so tempting, if the entry was free.

 *

You’re not sure at what point you’d fallen back to sleep, but the abrupt trilling of your phone alarm woke you up with a gasp. The snooze button looked more tempting than ever before but the promise to help pack the car before the girls woke up, looming over you like a storm cloud. 

 After a quick shower and pulling on your favorite sundress you pad downstairs and start fumbling around for her car keys. The house is completely still as you unlock the front door and roll down one of the suitcases waiting by the entry. You make the same trip 4 or 5 times, each time playing a mini game of Tetris as you attempt to fit the absurd amount of bags required to take two small children away for one night. 

 Mrs York doesn’t make an appearance until you’re half-way through making breakfast. She raised an eyebrow at the lack of luggage clogging up her entryway but made no effort to thank you. Instead, just pouring herself a large glass of orange juice and grabbing a notebook and pen from the ‘mess’ drawer behind you.

 “Oh, I have some things I was hoping you’d be able to do whilst we are gone. They’ll be easier to do without the girls begging you to watch Frozen with them for the umpteenth time” she says between taking sips of her juice.

 “Of course.” 

 “I’ll leave the list on the table. The girls aren’t awake yet, so you can go through it whilst I get them dressed.”

 You respond with a slight curl of your lips, maybe not big enough to be considered a smile, but enough to let her know you’re listening. 

 With breakfast plated and the two girls up and sat muttering happily about the matching dresses they’ll be adorning later that day, and enough snacks filling their lunchboxes to feed them for a week; you start to read through your list of tasks.

Washing the curtains in the girls’ rooms, stripping their beds, donating clothes they no longer wore & toys you’d never seen them playing with, making sure to get the laundry hamper from her bedroom which she had underlined multiple times and written the word full next to it in capital letters, a request to vacuum the entire house and a small grocery list.

 iPads in hands, car seats buckled and snacks in hand; you gave both girls a quick kiss and cuddle before waving them off and jumping in your own car and making the short journey to the grocery store - electing to cross this task off the list first to ensure you’d be at home and waiting for the delivery Mrs York had asked you to stay in for.

 One of your favorite things about the York household was the two washing machines. Sure, surprising since they didn’t have a huge family, but the fact they had two made your life a million times easier. Curtains and bedding loaded in one, and clothes to be donated in the other. You start to sort through the large hamper, you’d dragged down rather ungracefully from the master bedroom. 

 Trying to ignore the overwhelming and mouth-watering scent of Daves aftershave coming off of his shirts - being careful to sort through the colorful items and the whites. Making sure they’re ready to load as soon as the current cycles finish. 

 As soon as the next steps in your laundry task had been completed, you vacuumed, loading the bags of unwanted toys into your car; making sure to cover them with a sheet as you wouldn’t be able to drop them off until the next day and didn’t want the inevitable screaming and crying that would come from donating an olaf teddy that had been long forgotten about. 

 The sound of the doorbell ringing early evening was the most welcomed sound you’d heard all day, with the large delivery being carefully placed into the hall and signed for; you could finally breathe a sigh of relief. All tasks with the exception of folding the laundry finally being ticked off. 

 *

 You mindlessly folded each item of clothing, half concentrating on your task, half concentrating on the random TV show playing in the background. Some re-run of a show you’d seen more times than you could count occupying more of your attention than it should have been… until it wasn’t.

 The soft material of the ocean blue shirt he’d worn just a few days earlier, his broad shoulders straining the material in the most delicious way, the slight lingering aroma of his aftershave mixed in with the floral scent from the detergents; you couldn’t resist bringing it to your nose and inhaling. It smelt like him. And it made you ache. It made you throb.

 The last time you’d glanced at your phone had informed you that the likelihood he was making it back was non-existent. And the realization that night had fallen, and you would be alone until the next morning had made you feel a little… bold.

 You stood up from the sofa and took a small step, placing the shirt within arm’s reach before rolling the straps of your dress off of your shoulders and letting it fall to the floor and then you retook the shirt in your hands - taking your time to pull it on and fasten each button, rolling your panties down and stepping out of them before reclaiming your place on the sofa.

 Comfortably spread out; you reached down and ran your fingers through your pussy, your core damp enough with arousal that wetting your fingers was not necessary as you gathered some of your slick and started to circle the bundle of the nerves at the top of your slit.

 *

The TV had long been forgotten about but still blared in the background, loudly enough for you to miss the sound of his car pulling up on to the drive and the sound of the door unlocking and his footsteps approaching. The filthy scene laid out in front of him, you spread out across his sofa, the same sofa he’d been sitting on as you took him in your mouth the first time, wearing his clothes as quiet moans spilled from your lips.

 He could have watched it forever, the way your teeth sunk into your lips as you brought yourself to orgasm, but before he could react, before he could get lost in those delicious sounds, you’d been making, it was over. Your legs had fallen back together, and you’d breathed out an unsatisfied sigh. 

 *

 Sure, it felt good. You were paying attention to that special bundle of nerves that your fingertips had grown to be extremely familiar with, but it wasn’t enough. If you clenched hard enough, it was almost like you could feel his fingers still nestled deeply inside of you; and you’d start to wonder if anything could ever feel as good… although, you hadn’t had his cock yet. You continued rubbing soft circles in your clit, moaning at the memories of his tongue and fingers and your release came flooding through you. But it felt like it was over before it had started, the ache still remained and only a fraction of you felt satisfied and before you could stop it; a sigh of disappointment escaped from your front. 

 And that's when you heard him.

 A small mocking tut and a taunt to boot, “Awww, is that the best you can do?” Blood rushed to your cheeks, and you scrambled to your feet. He’d caught you; he’d watched as you gave yourself a measly orgasm in his clothes, and he responded by taunting you.

 “And you’d been such a good girl for me? What a shame!” he muttered as he dropped his briefcase on the counter and started to remove his coat, “All day I've been thinking about getting home and making you feel good… making you cum but it looks like you’ve already done that. Well, sort of.”

 Your mouth drops open and you begin to explain yourself attempting to inform him that you didn’t think he was going to make it home but before you could start, he raises a finger to his lips and raises his eyebrow in warning.

 “Oh, my sweet girl, you don’t want to get yourself in more trouble here now, do you? I mean I've already caught you fingering that pretty little cunt on my couch, and no-doubt soaking my shirt with your cum… and now you want to run that pretty little mouth? Oh, baby I think not.”

 Your breath hitches and the smirk that spreads across his face tells you he caught it. 

 Every step he takes towards is slow and calculated. His level of restraint is unmatched and when he’s finally in front of you he says nothing. He stares you down for a few moments before dragging a single digit through your slit, and then lifting it to his lips and sucking. 

 “Upstairs. Now.” He orders and a chill runs through you.

 Immediately you obey and you feel him follow just a few steps behind, you want to run to increase a little distance to see how he’d react to you teasing but something tells you it’s not a good idea.

 So, you take each step slowly, remaining silent as you climb the staircase until you feel his hands. Strong and gripping the back of your knees to make you stop moving, and before you can question why you hear him grunt and that’s when it hits you. The view.

 He’s stood a few steps behind you, staring up at you wearing nothing but his shirt and watching as your arousal coats your pussy lips and drips down your thighs. 

 He strong arms you to turn you around, then pushing on your shoulders so you’re spread out in front of him on his staircase as he rips apart your legs.

 He mumbles a silent fuck before burying his face into your cunt. Noisily slurping up your wetness, before lapping at your clit and groaning in delight as your thighs begin to shake and your moans get breathier. Chuckling as the only word you can speak is his name over and over. Two thick fingers are pushed into your heat, and you moan even louder at the welcomed intrusion. And then you feel it building, fireworks being set off in your pleasure centre and just as they’re about to explode and an array of gorgeous colors are about to burst beautifully behind your eyes… he pulls away. 

 The breaks slammed down on your impending orgasm, and you whimper in desperation and soft pleas start to stumble out of your mouth.

 “Aw, poor little baby” he coos mockingly, “tell me this, princess. Even without cumming; what was better? This? Or that lousy little orgasm you gave to yourself a few minutes ago?”

 You groan again slamming your legs together to try and create a little friction so your little bud can have some relief, but he pulls them apart. His strong hands resting on your quivering thighs as he waits for your answer. “This.” You whisper as your eyes find this.

 “Good girl” he replies, “Go upstairs and get onto the bed. Now.”

 You respond with your sweetest smile, and he wordlessly helps you up, you climb the last few stairs and walk over to your room, your fingertips curling around the rounded doorknob ready to push it open and then he stops you.

 “No. MY bed.”

 It shouldn’t have made you clench. It shouldn’t have made you gasp. But it did. A smile spreads across your fast as your fingers uncurl and you walk down to the very end of the hurl, pushing open the door and immediately situating yourself at the bottom of his bed.

 He watches you from the doorway quietly whilst undoing his cufflinks, and you decide to move things further by unbuttoning the shirt you’re draped in but the hitch in his breath warns you that he doesn’t like that.

 “Did I tell you to do that?”

 You shake your head back at him and he orders you to stand.

 “Undress me” he demands as he stands toe to toe with you.

 You immediately comply, your delicate fingers untying the knot in his tie, and before you can drop it to the floor, he rips it from your hands and places it around your neck. You unbutton his shirt as carefully as you can, suppressing the urge to just rip it open and once it’s unbuttoned, he lets it fall off his shoulders and onto the ground.

 You make quick work off his belt, but you take enough time to get the fingertips butterfly out across the leather, your mind running free with filthy fantasies of how one day you could build up to deserve a proper punishment. 

 You unbutton his pants and unzip the zipper before dipping your fingers under the waistband of his boxers to bring them both down in one quick sweep, a moan leaves you as you watch his cock spring through, achingly hard, leaking with pre-cum and the head an angry shade of purple as it silently begs for relief.

 You drop to your knees as you pull them off of his legs entirely, and you feel him tug your ponytail back so you’re looking up at him as he steps out of his clothing.

 He strokes himself a few times as you look up at him with a look of need etched across your gentle features and he groans. His free hand comes down to touch the side of your face, gently rubbing his thumb across your cheek before he slaps your other one with his cock. He repeats the action a few times and you moan louder with each slap.

 “Fucking filthy, fucking beg for it. Show me how much you want it? I bet you’ll take it wherever I want to give it, won’t you? Fucking tell me!” He gasps out as he resumes his strokes.

 “I want it so fucking badly” you mumble but it’s not enough, the way he shakes his head and raises his brow at you screams that it’s not enough.

 So, you beg harder, you plead harder and just as you think he’s giving you the okay to reach out and take his cock into your hands; he pulls the tie off of your shoulders and binds your hands with it.

 He takes your face in your hands again and says a single word, “Apple.”

 “Apple.” You repeat. A safeword. Your safeword.

 “As soon as any of this gets too much, you say it. I won’t fuck you until you tell me you understand.” He says tightening the grip on your jaw.

 “I understand.” You repeat promptly.

 “Good girl.”

 He hooks his hands under your arms and helps you back upright before pushing you down on the edge of the bed, your legs opening immediately for him as he steps towards you. 

 Two fingers enter you; he pumps them in and out over and over, building you to your crest before snatching them away.

 “This isn’t to make you cum, this is to make sure you’re ready to take my cock” he rasps down at you before you can start to whine, “You’ll cum when I’m ready for you to cum.”

 His fingers enter you again and he starts to scissor them, occasionally dropping you the occasional praise as your juices coat his fingers, and just when he feels that high building up again, he pulls them out and this time says nothing, he just brings his fingers to your mouth and silently instructs that you suck them clean.

 “Good girl” he says as you hum around his digits, “You taste how fucking delicious you are, baby?”

 He sees it, the glimmer that shoots through your eyes and rumbles through your body as he calls you baby. 

 He checks the knot on your restraints and once he’s satisfied, he speaks the words you’ve been dying to hear all evening, “I think you’re ready.”

 He notches himself at your entrance, and pushes himself in, in one clean motion.

 It stings, you bite down on your lip to stop yourself hissing because it hurts so good, the stretch is un-fucking-describable and the moment he fully inside of you, you gasp out his name in pure bliss.

 Then he starts to move. His pace almost punishing as he slams himself in and out of you, the sound of your moans drowned out by the slapping off his hips into you, “fuck, take it, fucking take it” he repeats over and over as you cry out in pleasure, “such a good fucking girl, looking so fucking pretty all stuffed with my cock.”

 “Dave” you moan as he finds that spongy spot of paradise that lives within you hitting it over and over until you start to clamp down on him and you think he’s going to let you have, it’s seconds away and then he pulls himself out of you.

 “Not fucking yet” he spits before running a finger back through your folds.

 You want to reach out and grab him, but you can’t, so instead you whimper and thrash about in desperation as he watches over you.

 “Please” you beg, “Please, Dave, let me…”

 “Let you what? Let you suck my cock? Let you choke on it?”

 “If that’s what you want…” you reply.

 He grins. Clearly happy with your answer. But he doesn’t speak, he just wordlessly drags his cock through your folds and taps the head of it on your needy clit over and over, smirk at your little gasps.

 “We’ve got all night” he finally replies before grabbing your ankles, pushing your legs up and letting them fall down on his shoulders before burying himself back in you.

 “Let’s make you cum, want to feel you soak my cock, baby” he says with a smirk before pulling out and slamming back into you, “Rub that pretty little clit” he says after loosening the knot slightly, “And you better fucking do it better this time. You don’t treat this perfect pussy right; you don’t get to fucking touch it” he spits as pounds in and out of you.

 Your fingers snaking between you to rub down your clit, the magic starting to build and with it a little anxiety that he’ll pull away again, but you keep rubbing, his eyes burrowing into your eyes as you crest begins to peak, an endless streams of “Dave” falling from the lips he’s desperate to taste.

 “I can feel it, fuck, squeeze my fucking cock baby, fuck soak me” he orders, and you come apart underneath him, pleasure ripping throughout you as he continues pounding in and out of you, his words becoming incoherent as the only thing you can concentrate on is your pleasure. It goes on and on and on. The sound of his grunts fill the room as he paints your walls with his cum, thrusting deeper and deeper whilst repeating something about fucking it so deep into you, it’ll be dripping out of you for days.

 The moment you return to earth, he does it. The one thing you’d wondered if he’d ever do.

 His mouth slams against yours, his tongue immediately pushing between your lips, and you moan into his.

 It’s not until your hands grip either side of his face as he continues to keep you deeply, that you realize they’ve been unrestrained.

And that the promise of having ‘all night’ really hits you.

[nientedal]

📓📓📓 (for the "explain the plot of a fanfiction that you haven't written but daydream about" ask game!)

OK so here's one: LINK

I have another one in which Roxanne receives a mysterious CD, or perhaps a flash drive, and it's full of orchestral/symphonic music. She does not know who it's from. The music is lovely but she can't find any matches for it online. People in music forums are stumped. And based on some of the track names, it was made for her.

She brings it to one of the sound guys at work and he emails her later and says you know, it's weird - this stuff sounds like it's being played by a full symphony, but the track metadata shows signs of intense layering. I'd estimate this is all played by one or two, maybe four people tops. Multi-instrumentalists playing everything over and over and over and then layering it all together into something big.

So, she's got a CD full of music, no idea where it came from or who made it. Made for her by someone (or a very few someones) not only writing pieces but playing them repeatedly and constructing them, which is...she's torn between "creepy" and "deeply impressively flattering." She finally goes with both, and goes home wracking her brain for who the fuck would send her this--

Because the thing is. The thing. Is. The emotion in some of these pieces is... a lot. The one called Roxanne sounds like being in love, honestly, and holy shit, whoever wrote it... she wants to meet them, creepy or no, because the OTHER thing is, there was no note. And there continues to be no note. Weeks and then months go by and there is no indication that anyone is ever going to follow up about it or demand anything from her, and that's honestly the weirdest part of everything.

It's Megamind, of course. Of course it is. And Minion as well - Minion does the vocals with words, because Megamind can sing but he sings like whales or trombones sing, he can't do singing with words, it doesn't work. Minion does percussion as well, and some strings. They both do strings. And Megamind does all the woodwinds and brass, because you do sort of need air for those and Minion doesn't breathe, and Megamind does the solo wordless vocals. He has quite a range.

And there's a couple of ways I have Roxanne find out about this. One I'm fond of is that she works out where Evil Lair is and she gets inside, and she finds them working on one of these pieces. This possibility is also fun to imagine WITHOUT the CD sent to her in the mail -- she just comes in and they're recording music?? Somewhere she can hear, which is implausible, but shhhhhhhh, it's my fic in my head and it doesn't have to make perfect sense. Another way she might find out is for Minion or Megamind to be absently humming part of one of the motifs and she recognizes it-- or SHE hums one of the motifs (i don't know, she's bored and tied to a chair, zoning out, humming happens) and one of them jumps and goes a bit googly-eyed and she realizes oh hey, yeah, these two could pull that off.

There is also a variant in which Megamind intentionally shows her some of it because they are on a date for completely unrelated reasons, and his response to is villainy really ALL you do is no, I also write and perform orchestral compositions. And Roxanne is like, you're shitting me.

This is a fun one to play with while driving and listening to Thomas Bergersen's Sun album. There's one track on there titled Our Destiny which has a lot of trumpets and sounds just a bit like Metro Man's theme, which is actually what kicked this off-- they're old nemeses, they're on decently good terms, it would be fucking hilarious if Megamind anonymously put together a piece for some event or other and then showed up to be the pianist or something.

But yes, fun things to play with while driving and listening to music while rotating my blorbos in my head :D

[bloodiedbeloveds]

Rotating BDTA-John in my head, and it's leading me to ask... why does he paint? And why paint, rather than write or sing or something else?

this is a really good question! it prompted a long conversation, but we didn't come to an agreement, so here are various perspectives.

"Having left the education system as a form of rebellion, it seemed obvious to him that he must pursue an artistic career of some nature. I think he is a painter because he has isolated himself from the world in trying to hide his inhuman nature, and it is easiest for him to pursue a career path where he is not required to make many public appearances and where he is expected to be somewhat skittish and eccentric. As a musical performer, he would have much more difficulty hiding his wings."

“honestly he probably could have been a writer and it wouldn’t have changed much, to tell you the truth the others are giving all these sensible watsonian explanations but i’m 95% sure it’s because we like describing fictional works of visual art”

“shut up it absolutely would have changed things, him being an artist adds to the epistolary form by contributing even more implied content— in the same way that there’s all these interpersonal interactions which must take place but aren’t written down, the descriptions without the presence of the actual images add to the sense that we as readers are not getting the full story. this is especially blatant in we never really learn, with that image description”

“my take is that he has to be some sort of creative for this story to work, because so much of it is about perception & a lot of his Issues are about how he makes so much goddamn money by drawing his deepest traumas and people eat it up. but actually we started thinking about this because of the trends in modern poetry publishing. so that could’ve worked. so i think it’s mostly for the epistolary stuff”

“he could not be a singer because part of his tragic backstory is having loved to sing as a child but having that joy taken from him because he didn’t sound human enough. the simple childhood pleasure of singing a duet with yourself strangled by shame and self-hatred and despair”

“there's also a historical explanation for this— BDTA (the first fic, not the series as a whole) was written as a reaction to some AUs we had with a friend & to the subsequent acrimonious parting we had with them. it's actually kind of spiteful; we wanted to write something better and more interesting than they ever could have come up with. we've moved beyond that in writing the rest of the series, but john was a painter in the AUs with which BDTA is in conversation, so he's a painter now."

"okay this has no precedent, i'm just making this up, but it's super convincing + sad + creation is about constant reinterpretation, so bear with me. john, as a child, was very sad and fucked up and coped with his alienation from his peers + from childhood as a whole via a) reading too much and b) drawing too much. so by the time he's a teenager he's already fallen into the pattern he exhibits as an adult of drawing tortured eldritch characters as a form of emotional self-harm, and when he drops out of college + loses access to his previous viable career path art is both his only other major skill + something he can't stop doing even if he tries."

"honestly, this is making me interested in a take on BDTAverse where john is a fiction writer and alex is a freelance artist. (hey, you know what would be super fucked up? if The Photo hadn't been released, and alex drew for magazines and people kept asking him to draw john's suicide attempt)"

"anyway! i think he paints as a compulsive thing, because he has so few emotional outlets, and doing art about it has been pretty much the only way for him to manage his feelings for a lot of his life. (he learned, as a child, that there are correct emotions to have and if you don't have the right ones people will be mad at you, so talking about it has been out of the picture for a long time.) and once he doesn't have other career plans, well, he's going to be painting fucked up stuff anyway, might as well sell it"