#please if you have a chance go to shows and buy merch and show the artists you love them while you can

[lovvecherrymotion]

i guess i just need to talk it all out and try to make some sense of it. the GazettE are one of the most important bands in my life. they've brought me so many friends and so much happiness over the years. i was just 13 when i started listening to them and now i'm 27. they were such a huge part of my teenage years. they literally kept me going at some points of my life. their music saved my life.

i've always thought i'd get a chance to see them live one day - one of my biggest dreams was to experience flith in the beauty live at least once. and now i probably will never. and if i do, it won't be the same.

i can't believe reita is gone. just like that. he's gone. it feels like an old friend just passed away - someone i hadn't spoken to in years, but still thought of fondly. he was such a wonderful, talented human. i can't believe he's gone.

[ioniansunsets]

please just a crumb of heartsteel sett 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

✖ Heartsteel!Sett Headcanons ✖

✖ Word Count: 876

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: Just crumbs! I am UNINSPIRED! Aaaa it's just very domestic headcanons. Feel free to ask for more specific things if any of these make you excited!

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- He likes picking you up, he's strong enough to. You cant reach something? No, he's not helping you, he's picking you up so you can do it yourself. Huh, walking is tiring? He's carrying you. Oh damn there's a puddle, alright up we go. Sett makes sure he can lift your weight. There is no instance you would catch him lacking, man will hoist you.

- Sett is always looking for you. Like actually turning around to make sure you're in the room. Waiting and searching to see if you are still following him. Walking around a store to make sure he has his eyes on you. He likes knowing you are there, that you are near so every so often you can see his head rise and turn as he looks for you, making sure you are there. The same for when he performs! Sett is constantly scanning the audience to find your face. Hoping to see you. Smiling widely when he does. He loves you! He WANTS to see you as often as possible.

- His ears get cold! He likes it a lot when you lightly rub them, actually being able to feel the warmth of your hands heat it up. Because he works out so often he is just a natural warm guy, so he feels the cold when the wind blows at his ears. Its why Ma made him the beanie anyway. If you kiss his ears they twitch. When he blushes they get warm. When you scratch them you might hear him purr, its a deep rumbling, a warm tone.

- Sett thinks its adorable if you want to work out with him! He will spot for you, give you advice, help you every way he can. Meal plans, tips and tricks, your personal trainer and motivator. Soft kisses when you hit a goal. Big hugs when you survive a gruesome set. He loves spending time with you and if you follow him to the gym he can do just that. Tired after? He's carrying you out.

- He likes body contact. He likes when you sit by him, lying on his lap as he practices singing or rapping. He likes you holding his hand as you walk around on dates. He likes to hug you from behind as you do things. He likes the physical reassurance that you are by his side. A hand around your shoulder as you two sit and chat. The gentle touch of his hand on your thigh when you talk to him. His arms wrapping around you when he falls asleep by your side. All the small things. He loves feeling You.

- When he gets the chance he always tries to buy you thoughtful gifts. He remembers! Ma taught him well. When you talk about needing a new bag because your old one is breaking? He find the best one and buys it for you. You talk about your favorite colors and animals? He remembers! He buys you cute little gifts that remind him of that. Damn, winter is cold, you forgot you lost your old gloves? He already bought you a new pair in fall. There are cuter moments too. You bringing up snacks you miss from childhood? He learns, he bakes them for you, buys them for you, finds Someone who sells them to get them for you. He is attentive. He is an idol with money, he will do what he can for you how he can.

- If you can and show up for his shoots or practices he gets excited. Doing his best, making sure to get things done as soon as possible so he find you during a break. Happily chatting with you while he hydrates. Laughing and joking at his mistakes with you when he fumbles. You warm his heart. If you get along well with everyone else in Heartsteel he gets happier. They are like family to him afterall.

- He refuses to have you spend money on him when its band related, he gives you all his merch. He gets a copy anyway and they are YOURS. Sett is happy to see you wearing a tee with his face! Have posters of him (signed) in your room. He likes if you show him off as much as he shows you off. He loves loving you and loves being loved.

- If you get hurt or get sick he's is nervous and frantic. He wants to be there for you at all times, making sure you are ok. He frets over you, genuinely worried that a little cold will be life or death. He doesn't know how to actually help you thought, it takes help from messaging his mother and Yone to realize he needs to keep you cool, get you food and just let you rest. Which he hasn't been doing cos he's been in and out of your room non-stop. But he's learning.

- He hums a lot! You can catch him singing or humming songs while working out, showering, doing chores. He is a rockstar and music is important to him, it shows. He doesn't get embarrassed if you point it out, its more like a " Eh? I didn't realize it was even doing it. Must be a good tune." Moment.

[hanaruri-tunes]

Humiliating Leviathan (Levi x reader)

My first try at some smut, so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. And here are the warnings I could think of: Degradation, crying, masturbation, usage of underwear, usage of sex toys, going down on MC, two dicks (I gotta follow the common agreement that Levi has two dicks haha), snake tongue (again, common agreement), petting, praising

OKAY. I think that's it. Don't hesitate to tell me if I forgot something. I know all those warnings might make it seem hardcore but I promise it's actually quite a cute fic. Subby and pathetic Leviathan is the cutest. PLEASE DON'T HESITATE TO LEAVE COMMENTS please please this is my first try at smut in the obey me fandom (if ever, actually) I would really appreciate the support.

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You knocked on his door three times. No answer. Knowing Leviathan he was either passed out in his bathtub after binge-watching an anime or playing games non-stop... Or he miraculously decided to go out somewhere. Probably to buy some merch from a limited-in-time store that has no official website from which Leviathan can order. Although he could definitely find some second-hand merch online he refused to do that. He would go on and on about how buying second-hand isn't supporting the franchise thus he MUST buy it directly from the source.

Seeing how there was still no answer you decided to go in. Usually his door had a spell on it that would send intruders into another random place in the devildom but he lifted that spell for you specifically. You were the only one who could enter at any time without any disturbance.

As you did so, there was no Leviathan in sight. Not in front of his gaming set-up, not in his bathtub, not passed out on the floor. So he's out, huh? You wonder why he didn't invite you or at least warn you that he'll be out today. Usually, especially if it's for a limited time anime café, you're always the first one invited. Well, you probably shouldn't pry but as you're about to step a foot outside his room... You stop. This is a pretty rare chance to look around his room without him pestering you.

It's not like you'll pry *too* much though. Just a bit, for curiosity's sake. (That was a lie you told yourself.) You inspect his figurines more closely. He's mostly into magical girl shows and moe blob shows. How cute of him. But you've always expected that he might have some secret sexy figurines as well. Or else why would he be so protective of some of the packages he orders from Akuzon? He's usually so unenthusiastic and slow when getting out of his room for breakfast or dinner and yet he rushes to the door when it's for a delivery.

After checking some of his drawers you find the fabrics and materials he uses for his cosplays. It's all mostly different hues of pink since he prefers cosplaying female characters- how cute. At one point you also accidentally come across his underwear in one of his drawers, it's all mostly black with some funky colors mixed in from time to time. He even has one of a limited edition HanaRuri-tan underwear collection.

And just as you think that you've struck gold... it's just some old stuff. Probably from some of his past obsessions. That includes precure dvds, aikatsu cards, manga magazines, et cetera. Again all cute shows mostly targeted to young audiences. Really, you can't see Leviathan as anything else than a completely adorable dork. People often don't get him for his specific tastes and hobby but all you see is a pure little guy who's still in touch with his inner child and who loves mostly light hearted shows. Surely anything he might hide won't probably be even THAT bad. Or even if it is... that's still cute in another way.

After looking in all of his drawers, no sign of any sexy figurine, of any sex toy or even erotic manga... This is way too suspicious. But then again Levi is smart, he probably wouldn't dare hide any of this stuff in his drawers knowing that Lucifer frequently comes to his room begging him to clean it, only to start off doing it by himself before Levi hurriedly joins him and kicks him out. If he had to hide something dirty where would he... ... You look under the bathtub. Nope. Too easy? Then...Reaching for his blanket and sheets inside the bathtub, you raise them, uncovering some sort of trapdoor?You slide it open and there's a huge box inside of it. If you had to guess, he used the same spell as the entrance of his room. Except this one always leads to the same space: the place where his hidden box is, wherever that is.

You pull it out, open it and there it is. Almost all of the stuff you had imagined him hiding was in here. Sexy figurines, erotic doujins, even some sex toys. Two in particular were bigger than the others. Fleshlights... But why two? Looking at it closer one's a smaller size and the other one is bigger. Did he get the size wrong the first time he ordered so now he has two of them? But more than that, there was something you really didn't expect to find here. A pair of panties. *Your* panties. You thought that maybe you had just forgotten it while moving back and forth between the devildom and human world but here they were, in Leviathan's precious box.

In some way this awakened something in you, a strange feeling of amusement while you realized that the cutest and purest guy you knew turned out to be a filthy underwear thief who most likely used it to jerk himself off.As you started to think that, a loud noise came from behind you. It sounded like some object had fallen to the floor- ah. Probably Levi who just came back and dropped his phone after realizing what you were looking at. Quickly, you wiped off the amused smile you had on your face before turning back to face him. You faked a look that was a mix of disappointment and worry.

"Levia-chan..."

The poor guy looked frightened, as if the sky had fallen on his head, as if his life was over. Even that pathetic part of him, you found it just so cute.

"Ah... ah... That- uh. I-"

Not even taking the time to close the door behind him, he dropped on his knees in front of you, lowering his head.

"I can explain! S-So please don't- please don't freak out o-or agh, I mean-"

His heart dropped when you walked past him. "It's over." He thought. The friendship you guys had built was done for. There's no way you would ever love him now or even want to look his way. There's no way a kind, beautiful, strong person like you would ever even spare him a glance. No way an amazing girl as pretty and genuine as you would give a second chance to a gross creepy piece of shit like him.

As the worst possible scenarios started to play in his head, he came back to his senses slightly as he understood that you had just closed the door in order to have more privacy in here. You slid his seat in front of him as he was still on his knees, sat down and crossed your legs, taking on a haughty tone. Almost commanding.

"So? You said you could explain but I don't really see what is possibly left to explain here. It all speaks for itself. All this filthy shit and even two fleshlights weren't enough to satisfy your dick so you just *had* to have a go on my underwear, huh? You slutty thief."

As you said that last bit you flicked his forehead that he was trying so very hard to keep fixated on the ground, but it was almost impossible anyway since you had your bare legs crossed right in front of his eyes. You know Levi loves it when you wear short skirts, it's hard for him to not look, even in a serious situation like this one.

"Agh. Well, uh. Ahh..."

After about twenty seconds during which he couldn't come up with anything plausible or even any attempt at an excuse he started to tear up. Completely lost, he lowered his forehead to the ground, bowing and apologizing profusely.

"I'm- I'm so *hngh* s-sorry *hic* please don't hate me. Y-You're right, I'm a pervert but please, I beg you for forgiveness *hic* at the very least please don't ignore mee- *hnghg*"

You felt chills down your spine. Was it horrible of you? While this little baby thought that his entire life was over just because you might hate him, you were just thinking how fucking cute he sounds when he's crying while genuinely in distress. You were feeling conflicted. One part of you wanted to pat his head and raise it, kiss his cheeks full of tears and caress his back while assuring him that you don't really find him that gross or creepy. In fact finding this dirty side of him made you giddy.

And yet, the other side of you wanted to play around with him a bit more before giving him ultimate bliss.

"Levi... Are you serious my darling?"

You gently pressed your heels on the back of his head as his forehead was still stuck to the ground.

"You really think such a lousy excuse will cut it? You know just how outright creepy this is, right? You went out of your way to steal underwear from me so you could rub it all over your dick and cum in it and yet all you have to say for yourself is just "I'm sorry, please don't hate me"? You'll have to do better than that."

Still sniffling, you could feel Levi taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Y-you're right. Crying about it won't solve anything. I know just how much of a disgusting lame little fuck I am, it's already a miracle how someone as beautiful and amazing as you even considered me your friend. I've been blessed a-and so honored to be called that. So please, please give me a second chance Y/N. I'll do anything, really."

You took your heel away from him. Full of expectations on what the two of you were about to do if you played your cards right.

"Anything? No way. That's just empty words."

"It's not! I'll really do anything. I'll even be your b- um. B-Bitch if I have to."

You command him to raise his head up, he does. His eyes and cheeks are still wet from the tears he just shed and his face is all red from embarrassment.

"A bitch, really? So you'll even accept corporal punishment? If I tell you to lay down on your stomach on my lap, you'll do it? You'll let me spank you?"

For a split second you see it his eyes, this little fucker really feels like he'll get a kick out of this. "It's not a punishment at all!" He must be thinking. He would love to be treated so poorly by you. In fact, one of his occasional turn-ons was to imagine you degrading him, insulting how much of a perverted little shit he is.

"I- I'll do it. Anything you want to do to me, I'm fine with it so..."

You lightly tap on your thighs two times, telling him to get on. Obediently, he does... and immediately receives a slap on the ass.

"You're supposed to at least lower your pants idiot. Or else it won't even hurt that much."

"A-Ah, yes."

You saw it again. That glint in his eyes. He's excited and is just so barely managing to not display a shit eating grin on his face.

As soon as he does as you told him to, you spank him again. Harder this time. He lets out a little yelp. And as he does you grab his hair with your other hand to pull him up a bit and whisper into his ear.

"You think I didn't notice that? The corners of your mouth keep rising upwards you fucking pig."

Finally he completely gives up on the façade he is trying so hard to keep and lets out a huge unrestrained grin, the kind he has when you hug or kiss him on the cheek suddenly. Looking dumb and genuine, though this time it looks cuter as he's obviously enjoying the pain you're inflicting on him.

"Aaahh. I-I couldn't hide it after all, you're right Y/N. I'm a dirty fucking pig who even enjoys it when you're being mean to me. Bully me, hit me, spit on me. I don't care, if anything I love it. I'm so sorry for not even being able to be properly punished ahh I'm so so sorry~"

He says while not looking sorry at all. Pretending to ignore his stupid monologue you spank him again.

"Slut."

"Hnghh~"

He shudders and keeps grinning widely.

Only does he get a bit nervous when you decide to pull down his underwear.

"Ah- wait! ACk-"

You spanked him again, this time your hand made direct contact with his skin.

"Shut up you filthy bitch. Isn't that what you promised? You even said that you'll be my bitch so that's just what you are right now."

Rapidly the nervousness he had displayed a second ago dissipated.

"Ahhh~ y-yes, I'm your bitch. You can use me whoever you want, I'll even drink your spit if you ask me to ehehe- OW-"

"Quiet. Or- No. Actually, keep moaning. It's cute."

"Ehehe I'm sooo happy you said I'm cute Y/N."

"Master."

"Master~ ehehe..."

He was really digging this roleplay type of set-up you had invented. But while he thought you weren't performing and really wanted to punish him, you on the other hand were truly aware that this is all a sham from your part just to turn him on.

As you continued to spank him a couple more times, you noticed something odd. It wasn't that you felt poking against the side of your thighs since you had fully expected him to get a hard-on. It was that the poking sensation was double.

"... Levi, get up for a second."

"Um, w-wouldn't it be better to continue to punish me?"

Another slap made him yelp.

"Don't be difficult."

And so he did, and you finally realized why he owned two fleshlights. It wasn't that he had the size wrong and had to order a second one, it was that he has two dicks. One on top of another on his crotch, with a pair of balls for each. You can't help but wonder just how much more sperm he can produce than an average "person."

As you closely observe his two rods, Levi can't help but squirm under your gaze. Elated at the amount of attention and your focus on his private parts as his pants and underwear are now out of the way.

"It's weird isn't it? I'm so fucking gross that even my genitalia isn't normal. I'm impressed you can even look at it directly haha."

Silently, you keep staring. Utterly turned on by the many ways you could use this part of him when you'll inevitably fuck eachother. Seeing how you're keeping quiet, Levi keeps degrading himself, obviously wanting the same treatment from you.

"I mean what kind of weird monstruous fuck would have two dicks, right? S-So you can tell me, tell me just how fucking gross and creepy it is..."

He keeps smiling, his face flushed by the titillating humiliation he's feeling by having his cocks out in front of you, the girl he loves the most in the world. So you decide to humor him a bit.

"Hmm... So you constantly hide these? Is it why you always try to wear baggy pants? So people won't notice how much of a creepy fuck you are."

"Y-yeah haha. T-Tell me more..."

He's so docile and pathetic, you can't help but strive for more.

"No. That's enough. Even after a couple of seconds looking at it, it makes me sick of it. I'm bored. Won't you show me how you play with them when I'm not around?"

Leviathan's eyes light up at your suggestion. He can't believe a day would come when you or anyone for that matter would ask him to masturbate in front of them.

"R-Really? You wanna see that?"

"Well, you don't want me to be bored right? And you really reaaaally want my forgiveness for being a gross fuck."

Excited yet mortified, Leviathan takes two of the fleshlights and rummaging through the box, he finds some lube. You watch him start off by filling the two holes with lube, all while both of his dicks are still erect from earlier. You're honestly still amazed at how they look.

Just before Levi sticks his first cock into one of the fleshlights you get an idea.

"Wait a sec. Hand it over."

Obediently, he hands the sextoy over. You spit into it, your saliva mixing with the lube and you give it back.

"Here. Hopefully it'll enhance the experience?"

"Ah- S-shit! Had I known I wouldn't have used the lube at all..."

He looks down, disappointed but still ecstatic. He carefully places the tip of his shaft on the entrance of the toy and slowly starts pushing it in, his dick opening up the walls of the toy as he shudders from the sensation and your piercing gaze. He jerks himself off like that for a little while before you ask him if he's not going to play with his second shaft.

"Well... I can either use the other toy or... I can show you how I do it with your panties..." Seeing how silent you are he retracts his statement. "-JUUST kidding ahaha it's already gross enough to see me jerk myself off so disgustingly with a sex toy, n-no one would like to see their own clothing used like that..."

You smile, uncrossing your legs and leaning in.

"No, that's a good point. Show me how you've been using my underwear all this time you dirty fuck."

"A-ah! Yes... ahaha~"

Taking your panties carefully, he wraps it on his other dick and starts pumping it with his free hand. As he does, he starts explaining.

"A-at first, I would only sniff them but I couldn't resist the urge to use them like this. And now that I've used them too much your sweet smell has completely been overwritten by my disgusting stench so there's no use sniffing it anymore ehehe. That's so fucking creepy isn't? I-I'm such a creepy bastard."

There he goes again, degrading himself while expecting a follow up from you. But you give him none of that this time. Instead, you look at him with anticipation and give him a challenge.

"If you do a good job of putting on a show for me I'll let you go down on me."

The air surrounding him turned to a deep purple as he took on his demon form, his scaly tail wagging around like the one of a dog's. Then he started to pant like a pup as well, elated by your suggestion.

"Ah. Ahh. N-no way? Seriously?! I'll do it, I'll seriously do it. So please watch closely!"

All this time he was on his knees, but now he stood up, making sure you have a close look at his dicks. They were right there in front of your face and you had to hold yourself back from taking one of them into your mouth. He kept mumbling and stammering some intelligible stuff, but you're pretty sure it was something along the lines of "I'll do it" and "look at me."

As he was getting close to release, you could feel him lose himself in the pleasure as his knees looked like they were about to fold from the lack of strength he was putting into them. Probably not used to jerking off standing up, he most likely does it either sitting or lying down like most people. In an effort to keep him standing in front of you, you placed your hand on one of his knees then slowly brought it up, caressing his thighs.

"Do your best to stay standing~ I'll be disappointed if you fall."

"Ah! Yes, of course!"

A literal couple of seconds later, the fleshlight was leaking of his cum and your stolen panties were dripping with his seed. Not only was the quantity overkill but the texture and thickness of the liquid looked quite rich. It was like warm condensed milk. As if on instinct, you placed one of your hands under the dripping liquid, allowing a couple of droplets to land on the palm of your hand.

"Y-Y/N??"

You lick a droplet off, tasting it. Seeing you do that, Levi's knees finally give in and he falls to the ground again, looking at your lips and mouth closely while wagging his tail, overly fixated on how your mouth moves while your tongue is probably pressing those drops of *his* cum on the walls and ceiling of your mouth. Savoring it.

Despite it looking like condensed milk it tastes more like a nectar, sweet and unnaturally good. Is it a special characteristic for a demon's cum to taste sweet and good? Maybe it's to push each other to fall into lust... makes sense. Delicious cum would easily push demons or humans alike to fall deeper into the sin of lust.

"W-wah... I can't believe I just saw you do that. Am I in heaven? N-no that sort of erotic scene would never happen in heaven. Aha I'm so glad I'm a demon and that we're in the devildom..."

Satisfied, you open your legs and raise your skirt.

"It tasted pretty good, surprisingly. But I'm sorry to say mine probably won't taste as good as yours."

Levi crawls towards you like an obedient puppy. He closely looks at the small stain that had formed on your underwear due to his performance. He feels like one grateful and lucky bastard that you're allowing him to do that to you. Frozen for a bit by the sight, he drools slightly before snapping out of it and placing his hands on the side of your underwear. Sliding it down as the stain leaves a bead of your warm liquid behind. Levi looks at it stretch and break as he pulls the panties further down, up to your ankles. You get your feet out of them and kick them to the other side of the room, allowing yourself to open your legs better than if they had stayed around your ankles.

Placing your hand on his head, you gently push him towards you and pet his head.

"Will you start or are you too busy drooling?"

Not making himself be begged any further. He starts by so very gently kissing your clit, it's so soft that you can barely feel it. He wraps his hands around your thighs, preparing himself to eat you out. He's so adorable. As he sticks his tongue out you notice how he has the tongue of a snake. Not that you hadn't noticed before, he would try to hide it from you at first but when you told him that it was so unique and cool he wouldn't try to keep it away from you anymore, boldly opening his mouth when he would yawn or when he was complaining about something. Now there he was using his devious tongue on your sweet spot.

He was greedily tasting you, it made you wonder if you actually tasted as good as he was making it seem. Though you're pretty sure you don't have enchanted cum like demons do. He would sink his fingers into the soft skin of your thighs, feeling you up, probably wishing that you'll let him hump your thighs next if he does a good job at making you feel good. You start to mewl and as you do, you can feel his tongue double down on his efforts, desperate to make you feel better just so he can hear you whimper and cry out his name.

You look down, a bit overwhelmed at how good his tongue is at exploring your insides. You see him looking up at you expectantly, a happy glint in his eyes, full of love for you. It's funny how one moment he begs you to degrade him and the next he asks for praise with his shiny eyes. Appreciative of his efforts, you place one of your hands on his cheek, caressing it with your thumb.

"Good boy Levi."

He wags his tail and his eyes light up some more as he hardens his tongue, pushing it further than you thought he could. You let out another whimper, this time mixing in his name. And as you do, you realize how close you are to climax. You grab his horns and cross your legs around his head, trapping him in front of your pretty pussy. Not that he minds, in fact he wouldn't like it any other way. Feeling you come while you call out his name some more, he suckles on your juices, gladly letting it spread all over his tongue before swallowing it all.

As you let him go, he rests his head on your right thigh, his cheek against your bare skin. He keeps looking up at you in awe at how pretty your face looks just after you've come. He rubs his cheek against your thigh hoping to get your attention back at him.

"Did I do a good job? I can um, I can do other things as well~ Oh if the idea of taking me back as a friend immediately is too gross for you I can keep being your fucktoy for the time being ehehe..."

You smile at him kindly and scratch him under the chin. He wags his tail again and displays his signature wide grin. His laugh is so cute. As he did a good job you figure it's time to stop the charade and let him have a real go at you.

"I wasn't really mad at you by the way."

He lifts his head up from your thigh, eyes wide open.

"Huh?"

"I was just fucking with you, I'm not grossed out or anything. You're still my cute little Levia-chan."

You pat him on the head. His eyes well up in tears from relief.

"R-Really? You won't abandon me?"

"No baby, I just thought this was the perfect excuse to push you to do dirty stuff for me. You're not mad right?"

Leviathan jumps into your arms, crying.

"I'm so grateful that a perfect girl like you would choose *me* to make you feel good. H-Had you not forgiven me, I would even be okay with being your sex slave if you'd like to."

"Don't be stupid, I'll let you be my one and only boyfriend. What about that?"

Levi lets you go, then while still grabbing your shoulders he looks at you, his eyes full of hope.

"Really? You'd allow me? You would take a lame fuck like me as your boyfriend?"

You pull him back in, kissing him on the cheek, near the corner of his lips.

"Don't say that. You're my cute little baby boy. Everyone has an ugly and filthy side to them, but beyond that you're a sweet cutiepie who watches magical girl shows, sews cosplays and easily cries at any sad scene in an anime. I mean, look at me, I just tricked you into thinking that I find you gross and pushed you to jerk off then suck me off. Isn't that objectively pretty terrible of me?"

Levi stays silent for a while before you can feel his two dicks poking at your stomach and pussy.

"N-Now that I know you weren't mad, that was probably one of the best moments of my life."

"Perv."

You kiss him again.

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Was initially planning on making them fuck at the end but it got too long. Though I'm not against making a part two if people like it ahah. AGAIN please don't hesitate to comment, I would love to read your thoughts!

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Headcons of Slasher Band!au (House of Wax)No One Asked For

By: @arkunder

Lester has a bag of Hot Cheetos by his drums. During the show when Bo is talking, he munches on them.

Jonesy comes out on stage sometimes. She is the official #1 Fan of the fan club. Out of them all, she has the most fanart along with the raccoon (see below out that).

If the stage has a cat-walk, Bo uses it to his advantage to flirt and drive girls crazy. He’ll kneel in front of a group, his hand touching someone else’s, and he’ll take her hand, kiss it, wink, and keep singing. He loves it.

They once bought Girl Scout cookies in the middle of the show.

Lester ordered food in the middle of the show and asked what the other two wanted. During break, they are cheese fries and burgers in front of fans.

Vincent likes looking at fanart. He’ll sign the signs and art if he has the chance. Sometimes, if the art is really good, he’ll buy it if the fan or get information from them (like kofi or something) and commission something.

When Bo is drunk, he starts singing “I Wanna Dance With Somebody”. They have an unofficial cover of that song.

Lester has little raccoon charm for luck. He also has the raccoon squashmellow sitting in front of the drums. The fans worship the squishmellow raccoon. There’s merch, fanart, tattoos— this raccoon has a grip on the fandom.

Vincent has a base that is clear and made from glass (which he made), and he has one that looks like wax melting.

Bo once stopped the show and had the lights turn on because there was a guy trying to force himself on a girl. It ended with Bo himself dragging that guy out and threw him in front of a moving car.

At the end of certain shows, the brothers go off stage and meet up where there’s no cameras or fans, no eyes or anything, and do a group hug. Lester in the center of the hug, Bo on the right, Vincent on the left, they do one big hug to celebrate their hard work.

Whenever Bo lets Lester sing, Bo lets him sing a sad/slow song. The crowd absolutely loves to hear him sing and will actually go silent to hear his hypnotic voice.

It’s not a kid-friendly show, however, if their is a kid in the front and one of the boys sees them, they’ll give a pick or drum sticks.

Before the show, they play a video/psa going over crowd safety. There’s this part:

Bo: Make sure you look for your nearest exit if there’s an emergency, you dumb fucks.

Lester: And, please, don’t fight people. It’s not nice and is a crime in every state. :D

Bo: Unless you fight me. Then it’s not a crime.

Vincent, signing: It’s still a crime.

✨Bonus✨

All the slasher bands have a week where they play at a venue. It’s called Seven Bloody Nights. During this, the bands raise money for children hospitals, homeless shelters, animal shelters, crisis relief programs, mental health services and community, cancer research— it’s a great event with horror and gore and music!

Going off that, the last night, all the bands play together and make a masterpiece BANGER of a song. They put aside their hatred for each other and drama to play something that Vincent, RZ!Michael, and Brahms wrote. Jonesy even puts help into with her paw print, the Approval Mark. Even the legendary Michael Myers (Grandpa Myers), the one who started this event in memory of his sister dying to cancer, plays with the bands!

[waffledforbreakfast]

Dreams of You [pt2] - Sae x Reader

Sae x Reader , oneshot, slight angst + comfort

[pt.1] <- the angst

[ BLLK Oneshot Masterlist ]

TW: heavy ooc, bad grammar, bad spelling, bad formatting, cringe, scuff, etc.

(Req by: @darkcowboypirate + @sereniauhhh ! ty u two sm for techincally my first req on tumblr :D)

Sae lucked out. 

Usually he doesn’t take up promotion offers or other sponsorships and such, but when the chance came to model with you on a shoot, he had agreed before he could even comprehend what was happening.

The brand was a pretty big one, one of the biggest sports brands in Japan. They were known for hiring big name athletes, and with soccer being on the rise, they had extended invitations to you and Sae.

(you could be requested since ur a model, or being a pro soccer player, or just a normal person with connections to the agency, it’s up to you!)

Sae wasn’t sure if you had declined your invitation, the agency said that you had yet to get back to them when he asked.

But Sae would be willing to wager his right foot if it meant there was even a chance to see you again.

He had deleted all your contacts the day he broke up with you, and he hated himself for it. Sae had considered buying a phone book just to flip through every page to find your name, or contact the phone agency to go through their database. But he told himself to keep some dignity so you wouldn’t think he was pathetic. (he knew he was. And it was his fault)

The dreams of you never went away. But slowly he started to find comfort in them. Going to sleep sooner, and trying to get himself to fall back asleep were unfortunately now part of his schedule.

“I miss you” “What are you talking about Sae, I’m right here!” “...I wish you were.” “?” “I’m so sorry. Please, forgive me.”

✈️✈️🕓

Sae’s eyes opened slowly, he grumbled and sighed before rolling over and checking his phone for the time 

7:45am

Sae’s mental health started to get better, the more he accepted that he missed you. But obviously with that, he was thinking of you more. You were his wallpaper, password, he buys your favorite food and drinks when he goes out, everything.

If ur famous, he even has some of your merch, and has made donations to you before.

“If I can't have the real thing I'll settle for this”

Sae was happy to just be your fan (even if you aren't famous), he could still love you without having to hurt you.

But part of him still hoped you were single, that you still loved him, at least that you didn't hate him.

He wanted to apologize, he needed to. Unless you've moved on already… was it bad that he hoped you didn't?

Whatever… it was time to get going anyway.

Sae threw on the first articles of clothing he could find, since it was a modeling shoot, he would be given new things to wear anyway.

He wondered what you would wear.

His hoodie maybe? No. He demanded it back when you broke up, and now he was clinging to your scent on it like a dog. He wished he'd at least left you with something 

Sae mindlessly waved off the tact driver as he got out the car and walked through the building. The shoot was set to take place on the 53rd floor.

He spammed the elevator button, unconsciously wanting to see you sooner. He even arrived early and everything, knowing that you often showed up a half hour before anything started.

The elevator doors opened, Sae felt a bit disappointed that he hadn't accidentally ran into you. Whatever. He'd see you in a few minutes anyway.

As the numbers indicating the floors went up, Sae’s mind became just a bit more crowded. His palms had a few beads of sweat as he quenched his fist, he hadn't been this nervous even for the BLLK vs U20 game.

He shut his eyes and focused his mind. It wasn't that big of a deal.

The doors opened. Finally. 

Sae stepped out and tried not to walk to fast and seem desperate, he pushed open the door to the designated room.

Even though there were still 30 minutes til the shoot, camera men, makeup specialists, designers, and staff were running around, helping the other models.

But Sae payed no mind to them. He skimmed the faces of everyone, getting more and more frustrated that you weren't there.

“Mr.Itoshi!” An assistant called out “Please, right this way, let's get you dressed-”

“Quiet.”

Sae shushed him instantly.

He continued looking around, and there you were.

You stood outside the room, leaning out on the handrails of the balcony looking down.

A shiver went up your spine, you hated heights. What were you doing here?

Right. Avoiding a certain man Calming yourself down before the reunion  Nothing really.

You sighed. You had no clue if Sae would show, of if you even wanted him to…

Who are you kidding. You've been dreaming about the man for the past several months, of course you missed him.

If only he missed you too. 

“Careful now”

An arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back from the railing and into their chest.

“I thought you hated heights.”

“...Sae…? I thought you hated me?”

“No. I would never.”

Sae brushed your hair out of your face, Fuck. He was in love again.

You looked down, not sure what to say as you avoided his gaze.

“Hey. Look at me.”

He lightly tilted your head up with his finger, eyes locked on yours

“I missed you.”

He leaned in and kissed your lips, which he had missed oh so much

“You don't know how many times I've dreamt about this.”

A/N: yippee it's out :D hope u liked it, tbh i wasn't expecting people to want a part two, im literally so happy :'3

anyway thanks again for being my first requesters! i appreciate u two dearly :D

[agust-june]

Let's talk about KIM DOYOUNG...

I just came here to say if I CATCH yall defending Doyoung out here it's blocked on fucking site. I need yall Ncitzens and Kpop stans to STAND THE FUCK UP.

Out here posting pictures of ugly ass snowmen with MCDONALDS BS. GFTOFH. I saw this yesterday but Koreaboo pissed me off and these tweets of these fucking weirdos made me mad. So imma talk about it here.

Imma post screen shots of tweets and for those of you that are clearly not assholes or not delusional, let's point and laugh.

Fuck the first tweet bc though he is not supposed to be making political statement. That's what he's doing. And I will drop that man like a trash bag into the dumpster. The SECOND TWEET FUCK KIM DOYOUNG'S FEELINGS. Fuck him what about the feelings of the Palestinian fans that he has? What about the people you are actively dying from bombs? starvation? Dehydration? What about them? Out here actively making SNOW MEN using McDonald's shit FUCK HIM. AND FUCK YOU TOO WEIRD ASS BITCH.

The first tweet here. It's not about his family or friends. Doyoung is in the public posting pictures of McDonald's snowmen. He's fucking weird. And if we find out about his family and Friends they can get the smoke too. They ain't special. The last tweet on the bottom...yall spend too much online into kpop. I need people to be educated and up-to-date in the world bc what do you mean does that country exists??? I need people to WAKE UP GO TO FUCKING SCHOOL OR GET HOBBIES OUTSIDE OF KPOP PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

We knew SM wasn't shit. We knew. Doyoung, I am not shocked he's in SM. I like to give people chances but once you fuck up you fuck up. And THIS??? Oh baby you lucky SM needs you for they check which is why I will not be supporting Doyoung and I will give you the Wendy treatment bye bitch.

Hell isn't hot enough. That's all imma say.

On that note, I want to add that as a K-pop fan and Ncitizen, I am greatly disappointed, but I am not surprised. I had a FEELING someone in NCT was gonna do this bs. For once, I was hoping to be proven wrong. But that hoes to show you... we don't know these groups. He isn't the only one supporting these companies. Other idols are, too.

Here's some links to other idols

I also want to note that I will be taking my Doyoung post down even though it had Johnny in it. I'm clutching my pearls like a southern white woman and leaving. I can't get rid of the merch I bought, especially my DoJaeJung albums, but I won't be buying anymore. I understand some of these idols are under contract. For example, New Jeans they have a contract with Coca-Cola, and they just had a meal with McDonald's. That I completely understand. But ACTIVELY spending money to McDonald's and Starbucks and posting it!?!? Nah, you gotta go. Idc who you are. I don't care you have godly teir vocals you're done. It's not that hard to TRY to do something good. I am actively avoiding Starbucks, McDonald's, actively staying up to date on what's going on in the world. It's not just Palestine. It's Congo. Sudan. Yemen. If I can do all of that work a job. Go to school. Watch One Piece (an anime that actively talks about corrupt governments, genocide, war, propaganda, etc). Kim fucking Doyoung and other kpop idols can do it too. They just don't care and want to keep rolling their checks (he probably need to with that pocket change he probably getting). I AM BEGGING yall K-pop stans who still don't get it to STAND UP. Get a life. Read a fucking book. Because yall look dumb as hell, and I'm sorry, but my EGO MY PRIDE will not allow me to be dumb and continue to turn a blind eye when I know people are dying in a genocide. And for those of you saying "well just educate the idol." Baby, there's a reason why college is for adults, and it's not a mandatory if grown adults want to make the choice to learn they'll do it. These idols are GROWN it's not my job to educate adults who are older than me, and it shouldn't be your job either, especially FOR FREE.

I hope yall have a good day today, and I hope yall stay safe out there!

[dogsosoy]

idol aki x obsessed fan reader?

-> idea from @meownotgood & their anons !

you don’t know what it is about him, he’s not the most interesting member of his group, or necessarily the most talented, but he was one thing: incredibly attractive and effortlessly charming. it was really no wonder why he was scouted.

your obsession starts small. listening to the music, liking some edits on tiktok, maybe buying a little bit of merch. not much, just a keychain, if that. but you don’t have a lot going on really. and you’ve never really been “normal” about your interests—thank you neurodivergence—so when you see tickets go on sale in your area, you hit purchase.

it’s downhill from there. any second when you aren’t doing schoolwork, or at your job, you’re online. watching interviews, shopping for more photo cards, checking updates on when the next show will be, what tour is after that. your room is full of posters of the group, and pictures of aki. you go to meet and greets and nearly cry, usually choking on your words, and not getting much out besides an “i love your work. please sign this.”

you know you really have a problem when he starts recognizing you. you know that problem is only getting worse when he starts replying to your dumb thirst tweets about him.

“AKI LOOKED SO GOOD DURING THIS INTERVIEW!!!! I AM LOSING MY MIND PLEASE GIVE ME ONE CHANCE SIR [four attached images]”

“Thank you.”

you now feel a little worried that he’s seen your posts one upping other so called “aki stans” and don’t worry, he definitely has. there’s something about you that he finds interesting. in all honesty, he thinks you’re cute. the “flustered fan” persona of yours is attractive to him, or amusing at the very least.

he likes how your hands shake when you hand him a photo of himself to sign, he’s signed at least ten pieces of his own merchandise for you. the way you stutter over your words when you talk to him, it’s just charming in a way. after shows, when he spots you in the crowd watching him and the other members load their bus, he feels a slightly sick sense of pride.

he likes how much he has you wrapped around his finger. not that he would ever act on it….

his favorite is bumping into you in person. the first time you approached him on the street and shyly asked for a photo, he agreed, “but make it quick. i have rehearsal in ten minutes.” he held your phone for you—longer arms—and took the selfie. you looked like you were about to cry in the photo, but you posted it anyway, so filled with joy over the interaction (even if he had come off as a little rude. you’re just so glad he acknowledged your existence).

later that night, he opened his social media and searched for your account, and read the paragraphs you wrote just talking about the thirty second interaction.

a week or so later, his group members ask him who the person he’s with on his home screen is.

[galway-girlatwork]

Concert Charms.

Fandom: The Last of Us-AU-No outbreak-Young Joel. Meet Cute. Rock Concert.

Rating: Mature-There is angst. So much angst. And fluff.  

Central Characters: Joel, Sarah, Tommy, Ellie, Andrea AKA Andy (Original Female Character)

Central Relationship: Joel and Andy

Word Count: 3,037

AO3

Please do not copy my work. If you liked it, please re-blog and tag me. Please do not steal my mood board. I do not give permission to copy, translate, or post my work to any other platform.

Music inspiration: The One That Got Away by The Civil Wars. Don’t Stop Believing by Journey.

Written for @ justagalwhowrites Joel Miller Birthday Celebration.

SUMMARY:

What happens when you go to a rock concert? Confusion, angst at miscommunication, you begin to wonder if it’s worth getting involved with a stranger. But backyard BBQ’s leads to something more and who knows what can happen in twenty years.

Concert Charms.

Andy had always loved Journey, their music was the soundtrack of her youth, filled with dreams and possibilities. She’d been an 80’s kid, raised by parents who grew up in the 60’s so music had always been apart of her life in some way. Everything from The Doors to the heavy metal hair bands that dominated her childhood. So, when she heard, they were coming to town, it was a no brainer that she’d have to go, not caring that she was going alone.

The night of the concert found her jamming out in the parking lot, before she got out of her car, getting her even more hyped for the show. Once inside the venue, she browsed the merch table before buying three t-shirts, one for her, the other two for her parents. Making her way to her seat, beer in hand, she stood in the crowd, feeling the music pulse through her veins as the band started. She was lost in the moment, singing along to "Don't Stop Believin'," when she felt someone bump into her, cold beer spilling down her back. Turning around, to see a rugged man with dark hair, accompanied by a younger guy.

"Sorry about that!"

"No problem," Andy replied with a grin. "Great concert, huh?"

"The best," the older man agreed. "Name's Joel, and this here is my brother, Tommy."

"I'm Andrea, Andy for short," she said, shaking their hands. The three of them struck up a conversation, bonding over their shared love for the band and the thrill of the live performance. As the night went on, they found themselves laughing, singing, and dancing together.

By the time the concert ended, Andy felt like she'd known Joel and Tommy for years. They exchanged numbers, promised to keep in touch but on a whim, she asked if they wanted to find someplace to eat.

Tommy chimed in as he looked back and forth between the two of them, noticing that Joel hadn’t taken his eyes off of her. “Hell yea, know this diner bout twenty minutes from here. Know where Stars is off 35?”

“Yea I know that place. Great food and I’m bout starved to death. Meet you there?”

“Sure will.” Waving at her as she blended into the massive crowd exiting the arena. Smirking he glanced over at his older brother, trying to find her. “Pretty, ain’t she?”

“Don’t start Tommy. I don’t need the hang up from getting involved, sides’ I got Sarah.”

“Excuses bro, excuses.”

“Bet ya ten bucks she ain’t even there.” It was longer than twenty minutes before they pulled into the parking lot, traffic being backed up for miles outside the arena, not even knowing what kind of car she drove, he knew he was about to make easy money. However, when they walked in, he could see a riot mess of black curls, as she looked over the menu. Tommy chuckled as he held out his hand, looking for the ten. “Shut up.”

When she looked up, her smile set off a fire in his blood and a litany of images in his head. It took him a second to realize that Tommy had walked in front of him and was now sliding into the booth next to her. Asshole.

She didn’t mind that Tommy sat next to her, gave her a chance to stare at Joel. He was handsome, not cute like you would normally label someone. Maybe it was because he was older than some of the other guys she’d dated. Not by much, just two years but there was just something about him. It wasn’t until they were in the middle of eating that she found out he had a daughter, making it a point to be looking at her when he told her, her name, Sarah. It kind of felt like he was testing her, seeing how she’d react and that is when she shut down, turning her attention now to Tommy. Not because she thought of him in that way but because she didn’t like being put on the spot like that. People assuming, not giving her a chance. Once they had finished consuming about ten thousand calories, mostly made up french fries and milkshakes, she looked at her watch and groaned. “I gotta go. Work tomorrow.” Dropping twenty bucks on the table, Tommy let her slide out of the booth, giving him a wink and a smile. “Had a great time. Gimmie a call.” A quick look at Joel, smile faltering for a second. “Night Joel.”

Getting in the car, she locked the door, before pressing her head to the steering wheel for a minute or two before starting it and driving off. Why did men have to be such jerks?

It took Tommy less than twenty-four hours to call her, noticing she was out of breath when she answered. “Hey Andy, what’s goin on?”

“Oh, hey Tommy, just got home from work. What’s up with you?”

“Nothin much. Was wondering what you’re doing tomorrow? We’re havin a cook out at Joel’s, thought you might wanna join.”

“Uh yea sure. What time? Need me to bring anything?”

“Bout one. Can you bring potato salad and beer?”

“Sure. Um gimme the address.” Scribbling the address on a pad of paper near the phone, they talked for a few more minutes before hanging up.

“Tommy what the fuck are ya doin? Ya saw what happened at the diner. The minute I mentioned Sarah, it was like you could freeze ice in her lap.”  He noticed the way she changed when he had mentioned Sarah, like he was beneath her or not worthy of her attention. It burned a little but he had moved on, maybe.

“Well Jesus Joel, you shoulda seen the look on your face when ya said it, almost daring her to say something negative. And the way you said it? I woulda told you to fuck off. Look I like her, and not that way so stop lookin at me like ya wanna deck me. She’s cool, funny and pretty as hell. ‘Sides, I think she can put up with your stubborn ass. I’m gonna head to the store.”

She paused before she rang the doorbell, beer sitting at her feet, homemade potato salad in hand. Taking a deep breath, she didn’t think about how many times she’d changed before settling on the concert t-shirt she bought, jean cut off shorts with Converse high-tops. She wouldn’t think of how many times she’d touched her self, thinking of Joel. She would ignore that thought when she felt nipples harden against the fabric of the shirt. Fuck. But even before she could grow a spine and ring the bell, Tommy whipped open the door, the biggest grin on his face.

“Hey Andy. Come on in, here let me take the beer.” Oh, she was trouble and he knew Joel wouldn’t know what hit him. She was more than pretty and if he thought for one second, he had a chance, he’d take it but he’d seen the way they looked at each other. Like two idiots who had absolutely no clue what was about to happen to them.

“Hey Tommy,” she sighed, visibly more relaxed than if Joel had answered the door. Something told her Tommy would be her best friend. You know that guy friend you can call at two in the morning because you were too drunk to drive home. Stepping inside the small two story, she followed him into the kitchen, setting the potato salad on the counter. Just as Tommy handed her a beer, a little girl, no more than three or four came tearing through, screaming and laughing as Joel chased after her, stopping suddenly when he noticed her. “Hey Joel.” What the fuck was she doing here, noticing the look on his face, like he’d just stepped in something, and couldn’t wait to scrape off the bottom of his shoe. A small little hand tugged at the bottom of her shirt, giving her a small lil smile, squatting so she was eye level with her. “Hi. You’re Sarah right? Your dad told me all about you. I’m Andy.” She was handed the Barbie that was clutched in the other hand before she ran to Joel, watching as he scooped her up. Standing, she clutched the doll to her chest, giving a wink. “I’ll keep her safe til you’re ready to have her back.”

Tommy shook his head at the tension that was building in the kitchen, wondering if the windows would blow out when it was finally released. “Well, I’m gonna go start the grill, Joel grab the burgers and hot dogs from the fridge, will ya?”

“Yea I got it.”

A Conversed covered foot came up, scratching at the back of a knee as nervous fingers played with the fringe of a jean clad thigh, before she gave a small shake of her head, pushing away from the counter. “Guess I’ll go out back if that’s ok?”

“Yea I’ll be out in a sec.” As he watched her walk out to the backyard, fingers tightened on the handle of the fridge door, seeing the small sway of her hips, the way her shorts rode up just a little, baring her thighs. Clearing his throat, he grabbed a beer from the fridge, hearing Sarah yellin for him from the swing set, wanting to be pushed. This was going to be a really long afternoon.

Between the beer, food and Sarah wanting to play Barbies all afternoon, she was exhausted by the time Tommy called it a night. “Yea I think I’ll head out too.” But then she walked into the kitchen and saw the disaster the four of them had made and felt bad, not wanting to leave it all for Joel, who was upstairs getting Sarah ready for bed. “Tommy second thought, I think I’ll clean up the kitchen before I go. Call me tomorrow?”

“Sure, will beautiful.” A sly smile on his lips and a lazy wink given before he walked out the front door.

Rolling her eyes at him, she began throwing out all the trash, leaving it by the backdoor before she started on the dishes.

Finally asleep, he left Sarah’s room, the door open a crack, night light casting shadows on the pinkish purple walls, he smiled before going downstairs, hearing clink of dishes being set in the drying rack. Leaning against the wall, he again just watched her for a minute stepping up beside her. “You ain’t gotta do those. I can take care of them in the morning.”

“It’s no problem, almost done and then I’ll get out of your way.”

He could hear the tension in her voice, see the way she held her self, stiff, unyielding, like barbed wire wrapped around a brick wall. “You’re not in my way. So, Tommy…he’s taken a liken to ya.”

She almost dropped the glass she as holding between soapy hands when he mentioned Tommy, giggling a little before gaining composure. “Tommy’s a nice guy. I gotta feelin he’s gonna be a real good friend.” Silence fell between them as she finished, drying her hands on the dishtowel. “Well now all ya gotta do is take out the trash and you’re set.”

“Thanks Andy. Feels weird callin ya that. I like Andrea better.”

Eyes went wide as he used her full name, not the nick name she’d been settled with when she was five. “Um okay. Well guess I should head out. Tell Sarah I had fun today.”

Just as she reached to grab her purse from the counter, a hand came up, fingers wrapping around a bicep, spinning her round, pulling him against his chest. He heard the audible gasp come from between her lips before he kissed her. This was so outta character for him but it was something he’d wanted to do since the night of the concert. He just wanted to kiss her, for hours as he held her close. She looked so small and fragile, a contrast to the hard angles of himself. When she didn’t resist him, arms looping loosely around his neck, he picked her up and set her on the counter, feeling her wrap her legs around his waist, just as a hand cupped his cheek, thumb caressing the bone beneath. He ended it first, layin his forehead against her shoulder. “I’m sorry. Never should have done that.”

It was like someone had taken a pin to a balloon and instead of outright popping it, they made a small little nick, letting the air out slowly. She felt deflated and defeated. She didn’t believe in that whole bullshit of love at first sight but she did know she wanted him and he obviously wanted her so why, why would he say something like that. “I’m not sorry. Life’s too short to live with regrets Joel.” Pushing him away, she slid from the counter, grabbing purse and keys before walking out the door.

“Fuck.” He ran out the door after her, calling her name a couple of times before she stopped. “Andrea wait a god damn minute.”

“What? What? What do you want Joel? I thought we hit off and then you turn cold and now you kiss me fucking senseless and then say you’re sorry so what? I am not a game or a shiny toy you take for a spin around the block before you start regretting it.” Yea there was the temper that got her in trouble more times than she cared to count, including some suspensions from school and a slew of ex’s but truth be told, those bastards had it comin.

She was fire and brimstone, which shocked him but also excited him. She was one of those women and he wanted her. One that would fight, protect, heal, love until the end of days. “Can you just be quiet for one second. We did hit it off but when I told you about Sarah, you began acting like it was an issue…”

“Because of the way you said it and the way you were looking at me, like daring me to say something. It doesn’t matter if you have a daughter because she is apart of you and I would never ask any parent to choose anyone over their child. It’s wrong, on so many levels…” She couldn’t get another word out before his lips were on hers again. All thought of how confusing he was, went out of her head as fingers curled into the t-shirt he was wearing, legs widening just enough for him to settle between them.

He held onto her, arms around her waist, holding her to him, like he was drowning and she was the only thing holding him to shore. He didn’t know how long they stood in the driveway, kissing each other like it would be the last time. Finally letting her go, he could feel her clinging to him and while most would have pushed away, he only held her tighter. “Stay, just a lil while longer? We can talk, watch a movie.”

“I’d like that.” Little did they know, that night would change life forever.

Twenty years later, they sat in the backyard of their home. The warm summer evening, had a breeze which was shocking considering the humidity Texas could produce, the cicadas singing their own little concert, couldn’t drown out the girls, laughing and running through the house.   

Stepping out onto the porch, handing Andrea a beer, he sat down next to her, taking her hand, fingers absently playing with her wedding ring. "Happy anniversary, darlin," he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

"Happy anniversary," Andrea replied, smiling up at him. "Can you believe it's been twenty years since we met at that concert?"

Chuckling, giving a small shake of his head. "No. Feels like yesterday. Man, you had a temper but look at us now, two beautiful daughters and a life I wouldn't trade for anything." Ellie was a surprise they weren’t expecting. They’d tried to get pregnant for years after they got married but all the doctors told em it wouldn’t be possible. So they decided to adopt and got Ellie, who could be a hellion in her own right but with Sarah, it was a wonder the house was still standing.

Leaning her head against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body seeping into her skin, she sighed. "We've come a long way, haven't we? And I had a temper because you were actin like an ass. Admitted it as much the night of that cook out, so you can’t completely blame me.

“Sure can, but I wouldn’t trade this and I'm grateful for every moment of it."

Sarah and Ellie ran out onto the porch, each holding a small box. "Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad!" Sarah exclaimed, handing her box to Andrea.

Ellie did the same, grinning widely, handing her box to Joel. "We made these for you."

Glancing at each other before they opened the boxes finding homemade bracelets, each adorned with small charms that represented different moments from their life together. “Now I know why we had to go to Micheal’s twenty times this week. I love it. Thank you girls. They’re beautiful.”

Ellie sat in Andy’s lap, lookin over at Joel as shoved her bangs out of her face. “Dad, we know you can’t wear yours at work but figured you could leave it in the cup holder.”

Joel nodded, clearly touched clearing his throat before he spoke. "You two are the best."

In that moment, Andrea knew that their journey was far from over. With Joel, Sarah, Ellie, by her side, she was ready to face whatever the future held. She knew that no matter what, they would always have each other and the music that had brought them together all those years ago. What could she say, she was a music whore and her husband loved it.

After the girls were in bed and the house was locked up for the night, she hopped up on the kitchen counter, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt, lips brushing against his. "Love you."

[malixxxmizer]

Hi!, I saw your comment that you do headcanons. Can you do a headcanon of Mana x Bassist! Reader who is in a punk female band? (Please bare with me cause this is my first time requesting on a writer 🥹)

Mama Sama x Bassist! Reader (AFAB)

Notes & Disclaimers: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THE FIRST ASK, it’s truly an honor! 🥹 I hope you enjoyed this ask as much as I did making it! Hope to have you back anon 🫶🏻 also sorry if something is grammatically incorrect or misspelled, I was so excited I forgot to proofread. This is so teeth-rottingly sweet, but enough talking from me (I loved this ask so thank you so much)!!

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Mana Sama with a Bassist! Reader who’s in a fem punk band:

⛤ I imagine Mana would be the type of significant other to absolutely love to support you and your craft. They go to every show no matter how far or how busy they are, and they absolutely love watching you work your magic on stage. There’s nothing more attractive than watching someone you love do something that they excel in, same goes for when you watch them perform!

⛤ Mana is a skilled guitar player and because he’s so caught up in his work he never really got a chance to mess around with other types of instruments, this is where reader comes in and gives Mana all the bass lessons they want. Reader teaching mana how to slap the bass brings a smile to my face because they probably feel so out of their element when it comes to bass and reader is just so good at it; it makes Manas heart flutter knowing that their significant other is willing to help them learn an entirely new instrument.

⛤ Imagine standing behind Mana as you wrap your arms around them and place their hands where they need to be. Being so close to each other creates a romantic atmosphere between the two of you which has both of you dreading when the interaction will have to come to and end. Although since Mana always knows which heart strings to tug at with you, something tells me that this won’t be the only time you have your arms wrapped around them giving them a bass lesson.

⛤ Mana is a huge fan of your punk band and even goes as far as to slip out of the show for a couple minutes to make their way into the merch line for new stuff. As much as you try and convince them that they don’t have to spend their money because them simply being there is enough, they argue against it and claim that they choose to support your band by any means necessary 🤍

⛤ Sometimes when you’re stressed and can’t sleep, heading to the studio to compose at ungodly hours of the night means mana joining you because they simply cannot stand the fact that their pretty little lover is worrying themselves. This usually leads to you and Mana creating the most beautiful pieces of music but simply because the raw emotions and lack of sleep get the best of each other allowing for a different type of creativity to form. All I’m hearing is Malice Mizer punk era coming soon…..

⛤ If the time ever comes for you two to be apart for some type of tour or event, Mana will make sure that they have daily and maybe even HOURLY communication with you. Mana is a lover through and through and they are absolutely and irrevocably infatuated with you. They are obsessed with every little detail of your being and they can’t stand not being able to be around you for long periods of time.

⛤ Because Mana is so infatuated with you, they believe that it’s only fair for them to spoil you absolutely rotten because of how much happiness you bring them by simply existing. This means that you get absolutely anything you look at when you’re out shopping together, whether it’s some really cool clothing pieces or even a new signature bass that you’ve had your eye on. (precision bass, jazz bass, any bass you want mana will buy for you because they think you deserve the WORLD)

⛤ The first time you told your band mates that you were talking to a SUPER attractive guitar player, they simply played it off as nothing even when you admitted you both had begun dating a little while after the news. The day finally came for your band mates to meet Mana, and they were left completely speechless because I think you failed to mention that you were dating the LEAD GUITARIST OF MALICE MIZER AND MOI DIX MOIS!

⛤ After the introductions between Mana and your band mates, they all quickly warmed up to each other and alas a new friendship had begun between them. Mana thought they were the coolest people ever, but of course they had to be because they were friends with you. Your band mates also couldn’t believe that someone as big as Mana had heard of your band, but nonetheless they were stoked that your music was getting the recognition it deserved.

⛤ You and Mana were two creatives who absolutely clicked like missing pieces of a puzzle whenever put together. You two produced some of the best music that the industry had seen in the long time and it was all due to the love and mutual respect for each other. Hit after hit after hit, your band was topping the charts and as your punk band began to rise more into fame you and Mana had turned into THE power couple of the century. The media was absolutely eating up all the content you two were giving them and they couldn’t have been more happy claiming “when the punk princess meets her visual kei match, the world will know true peace” and then the world really did.

END!

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Authors note: I really hope you guys enjoyed this short and sweet head cannon, I was so excited that my first one was for Mana, I really love them. I had fun writing this and I hope you had fun reading it. Continue to keep sending in asks or requests I’m always happy to respond (even though it might be a little late with my crazy school and work schedule) but I will ALWAYS get it done! Thank you so much for reading my work I absolutely love this!!! Have a great one!!!🤍🤍🤍🤍

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Christmas and it's Eve Ordeal on the Mephistopheles

Dante came out of their room to an oddly-silent Mephistopheles, not a single Sinner speaking or even moving. That had never been a good sign in the past, so reasonably they believed it wasn't one now and warily stepped back into the safety of the Corridor. Faust spotted this and broke what seemed to have been a long-running silence.

"Good morning, Dante. If the Sinners behave themselves through medical check-ups…"

She trailed off there, unable to bother finishing the sentence. Luckily, Dante caught on and finished it for her.

<"Then we can go get each other Christmas gifts?">

Don Quixote bouncing in her seat was the only answer they needed, though they kept watching. Several other Sinners had their eyes light up at the mention of Christmas, while both Gregor and Sinclair looked elsewhere. They also noticed that oddly enough, Vergilius also seemed unhappy. That made sense. Vergil never really liked people being loud or places being crowded, and anywhere around Christmas time was both.

<"Then let's start today's official Limbus Company business. One Thread Luxcavation, one Ticket Luxcavation, and a visit to the Mirror after medical checks. That is everything planned for today. If we finish early enough, I'll let you guys go out shopping in groups.">

The Sinners mostly all cheered, souring Vergil's mood further.

"Charon wants sweets for Christmas," Charon mumbled, starting the Mephistopheles' engine, "Vroom vroom."

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Dante spent most of the Mirror run holding a pen and notepad, opting to ignore Reindeer Ishmael nearly killing N-Meursault with Mind Whip in favor of writing down potential gift ideas. Yeah, yeah, whoops. They'd have Faust heal him next fight. Next fight. Faust, Fluid Sack, Win Rate, Go.

Okay, back to the list. Some Sinners were incredibly simple to plan for. Don Quixote, for example, just get her fixer merch. Done. Rodya would want booze.

Other Sinners were a lot tougher to plan for. Like, what in the world would Hong Lu want? Or Meursault?

Sudden blood on their notepad forced Dante to look up. Right. The Bull. They Forgot About the Bull. They'd have to apologize to Sinclair later for letting him die in such a stupid way.

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No sooner than Dante declaring work over did most of the Sinners rush past them and bail, leaving them with only three others. Sinclair opted to head to the Corridors, so two. Charon also headed back, so one other.

There was no longer a chance Dante could go out shopping. The only one left was Vergil…. But they didn't give up. They flipped to a new notepad page and scribbled a request before showing it to Vergil.

|"Please take me out shopping so I'm not alone,"| was all Dante wrote.

"You're not a child," was Vergil's dismissive response, and Dante whined before writing |"Please?"|

"No."

<"Please?">

"If what you said was "Please", no."

<"Please please please?">

"No."

Still not giving up, Dante wrote something else.

|"How am I supposed to buy sweets for Charon if I can't go out?"|

"Do it yourself."

Dante huffed and tore the page out before crumpling it and throwing it at Vergil's face. Fine. Fine! They'd do it alone!

With that, Dante stepped out of the Mephistopheles and into the cold evening light.

Unbeknownst to them, red eyes followed them.

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Dante's first stop was a nearby antique shop. If questioned, they would absolutely admit they just wanted to look around for themselves. It was true, too. They really did want to just look around. If they saw anything good though? They'd buy it.

Something they'd been keeping secret for a while now was how much they got in their weekly paycheck. They never ate, so they saved most of it in a lockbox under their bed. They only kept small amounts on their person at all times in event of needing to help someone pay or a robbery- Both of which happened with surprising regularity.

While they were wondering if Yi Sang would like another mirror, they heard what was distinctly Gregor's voice and paused.

"Yeah, I can't afford that though, Rodya bud."

Dante held their breath to quell the flame on their head, and then leaned around the shelf to see what he was talking about. Some kind of candle machine? They had no idea what they were looking at.

"Well, how else would you set a menorah?" Rodion asked Gregor, not really looking at it.

"With a lot of difficulty," Gregor grumbled, shaking his bug arm a bit to emphasize his point.

Dante went back around the shelf and exhaled, letting their flame come back to life. They then proceeded to search through the dictionary on their multi-tool device, taking well over twenty minutes to read through everything necessary. By the time they were done, Gregor and Rodion were gone.

Excellent.

Along with the electrical menorah, Dante managed to also find some antique pens, a ship in a bottle, a red compass, a rusty locket, and a jade necklace. They knew exactly who all of these would go to, too: Faust, Ishmael, Ishmael again, Heathcliff, and Hong Lu in that order.

Dante was a little nervous purchasing something on their own for the first time, but it turned out to be a non-issue. They didn't even need to try and speak, simply handing the desired items over and then paying once they were all scanned. They left the antique store humming, unaware of the figure watching nearby.

Next!

The next store they went into wasn't because they wanted to- It was because they wanted to avoid speaking to Faust and Ryoshu on their way back to the Mephistopheles. They knew Faust saw them, that was expected, but prayed that Ryoshu hadn't. They figured they may as well look around while they were here.

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Shopping was going excellently, Dante figured. It was cold now, but they'd gotten nearly everything they'd been considering. Nearly. At no point had they become aware that they were still being followed.

Something in a window caught their figurative eye and they stopped to look. A lone camera sat in the store window, surrounded by all sorts of other doodads. Oh. Oh. They wanted that. They really wanted that.

They knew what a camera was. Meursault had told them in great detail when they'd asked. Having photos of the Sinners- No, the entire team… Sounded great to them. Hell, even pictures of themselves. It would be proof they existed, even if they would one day be forgotten.

Dante didn't realize they'd been staring at the camera for several minutes until they heard a stick snap nearby. They looked away for the source of the sound, but they were alone still. Wary, Dante ducked into the store anyway. They weren't here to buy for themselves. They'd at least look around.

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On the way out, Dante gave a look to the window again and froze. The camera was gone. Someone had bought it when they hadn't been looking. Drat. They couldn't help but let their shoulders droop a bit- They'd really wanted that.

Oh well. It wasn't about them anyway, Dante had to remind themselves. It was for everyone else on the Mephistopheles.

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"Could you take any bloody longer?!"

Heathcliff's reprimand startled Dante badly, with them nearly dropping their bags and train horning.

Once they recovered the little composure they had, they realized Heathcliff was wearing his coat for once. It was really that cold outside.

"C'mon! You're the last one out, Clockface! Were you gonna camp outside or somethin'? Utter loon."

Before Dante could respond, Heathcliff grabbed them by the collar and started dragging. Dante just mimed a sigh and held onto their purchases tightly, listening to Heathcliff describe his day with increasingly colourful language. By the time they'd reached the Mephistopheles, Dante was certain they'd learned at least ten new words and three phrases, all vulgar in nature.

"Found 'em!" Heathcliff announced to the rest of the bus, and Dante sheepishly dipped their head as they boarded.

"It took you too long," Vergil muttered, barely looking up from his book, "Let Faust assign you a babysitter next time."

Dante apologetically stuttered out a whistle before bustling to their own room. They didn't even bother with words that time- Why would it matter? Vergil didn't understand them.

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Once in their room with the door shut and work clothes thrown over There, the fun could start. They'd nabbed wrapping paper and tape from Outis earlier in the week, unintentionally starting a chain of stealing/"borrowing" supplies that ended with three Sinners dead and five sets of supplies ruined. They'd never apologized for it, and it was too late to now. Or was it? Maybe they'd apologize on the gift card tag thing.

For Yi Sang, they'd bought several empty notebooks for him to write and doodle in. They were also sure to buy him a large package of motion sickness pills, knowing very well that he'd need them later. Dante wasn't sure how Yi Sang would take the notebooks, but they'd genuinely had no other ideas. It'd be better than him writing poetry on the bus windows in non-permanent marker. Not that Dante ever complained, but they kind of wanted to be able to read those after one day.

For Faust, the antique pens. Like Yi Sang, Dante was stumped on what to get her for the most part, but the pens reminded them of her. The second object they'd bought had been pricey, easily one of the most expensive things they'd purchased- A telescope. Faust had mentioned exactly once a past penchant for stargazing, and Dante never forgot anything (with two total exceptions, which they would later argue didn't count.). Dante made sure these were wrapped immaculately so that Faust wouldn't find fault with the packaging job…. Hopefully. She probably would. She always did.

For Don Quixote, the easiest Sinner to find gifts for, a mish-mash pile of Color Fixer memorabilia. Pins, stickers, a figure or two, etcetera. The second thing Dante bought was two Snow Leopard plush that bore resemblance to Vergilius, with the colors and bright red eyes that Dante swore would glow when they weren't looking. Don Quixote would get one of these. They could already imagine how happy she'd be.

For Ryoshu, a pack of art supplies. Despite her being an artist, Dante had never actually seen her make art. It was possible they were misunderstanding- Was the violence really the art?- But they took the risk anyway. It couldn't hurt. Maybe it would encourage her to be artistic outside of killing everyone. The other gift, smaller in nature, was a few packs of higher quality cigarettes. They just hoped she wouldn't smoke them on the Mephistopheles.

For Meursault, the best pair of sunglasses they could find. They had absolutely noticed Meursault's poor tolerance for direct sunlight, and despite him never mentioning it, Dante knew it was necessary. That, and a pair of noise-cancelley headphones so he could tune out Ishmael and Heathcliff's regular spats. That was also a wild guess on Dante's part.

For Hong Lu, the jade necklace. Hong Lu had been The Most Difficult Sinner to buy gifts for, bar none, and Dante genuinely had no idea what to buy. The necklace had been purely on a whim. It probably wasn't a real gem, but that hadn't been the point. The second thing Dante bought had been from another instance of accidental eavesdropping. Hong Lu and Sinclair had been discussing trying to raise plants, and Hong Lu offhandedly mentioned red flowers feeling like home. The flowers had been purchased mere minutes afterwards.

For Heathcliff, they started with a rusty locket. Before wrapping it though, Dante got up and cleaned it off to the best of their ability. They didn't really want to gift something dirty. Thankfully, between heating and washing, they managed to get the rust(?) off. Pleased, they packaged it before the other headphones they'd bought. These ones were intended for use at night, when Heathcliff's room was regularly thundering. They hoped these would help at least a little.

For Ishmael, the red compass and the ship in a bottle. She'd been the second easiest to find gifts for, and Dante had no complaints. They were sure Ishmael would know the compass at least was from them- It was a similar color to their head, and Ishmael had once referred to them as like a compass. Dante didn't want to say they were teasing Ishmael, definitely not, but…. They kinda were. As for the ship and bottle, Dante included a little note. |"If you want to pretend this is the Pequod, we can smash it with your shield later!! C:"|. That would cover if Ishmael didn't like it.

For Rodion, booze. Nice and simple. Getting ID'd had almost been a nightmare for Dante, what with theirs not actually showing an age, but it was apparently enough. They figured three bottles of varying types would be enough. The second thing was a few board games. They knew she liked card games, but she left everyone in the dust with them with an unsurprising frequency. Maybe a board game would be more fair to them as a whole? She'd enjoy it regardless.

For Sinclair, a little office cactus. That hadn't been decided on until the previously-mentioned eavesdropping incident. For some reason, a cactus had felt like the correct choice. Maybe Sinclair would put it on a desk or something. Did he have a desk? Probably. If not, he could stick it in the office. The second thing purchased was a big blue scarf. Dante didn't think that needed justification. It made sense.

For Outis, the biggest toolbox they could find. Ever since the Mephistopheles had been worked on to achieve Boat Mode, Dante had taken particular note of how Outis enjoyed doing mechanic work. They wanted to cultivate it, encourage it. Outis wasn't happy often, and they hoped this would make her a little happy. The second purchase that Dante was already regretting was a military grade bugle. She'd threatened so many times to obtain one to wake the Sinners with, and she'd never been allowed to get one. If Dante gave her one, would she actually compliment them instead of being backhanded? They had no idea. They could hope.

For Gregor, the electrical menorah. After all that research, they understood why Gregor hadn't been a Christmas fan. He'd never celebrated it, instead celebrating a different holiday. They'd have to ask Gregor about it in person later. It sounded interesting and their dictionary didn't have nearly enough information for them to be pleased. The other purchase was some simple hairties with ribbons attached. Dante had absolutely no idea how Gregor tied his hair ribbon every day one-handed, so this was an attempt to help out. That, and it'd be fun seeing different colors in Gregor's hair.

For Charon, several boxes of sweets. They'd memorized the boxes of what Charon would most often have, and so got the biggest boxes they could find. The second gift was the other Snow Leopard Vergil plush. She liked stuffed toys if Bongy was anything to go by. She would love this.

For Vergilius… Dante proceeded to spend big money. The joke T-shirt wasn't expensive, and neither were the books (which had just released). No. The big money went to a new pair of glasses for him. Vergil owned a pair of glasses meant to reduce the effects of his eyes, but not only did they work poorly, they'd recently been broken in a "spat" between him and two other Sinners. Needless to say, Dante had hurt badly that day. Did Dante hope Vergil would appreciate them for this? Yes. Would they get it? Absolutely not, but they could dream.

There was one more gift, but they stuck it into their coat pocket. That would be revealed much later.

That was it. They'd finally finished. Now for the second part of their plot. They had wanted to leave gifts on everyone's seats, but if they came out in the morning with nothing, it would be suspicious. Therefore, the plan had two steps. Step one, put ONE of the gifts on each person's seat without waking anyone. Step two, bring the second set out in the morning. They had no plan for if someone noticed that Dante hadn't gotten anything. Maybe they should have bought that camera or something.

Step one nearly went without a hitch. Every seat had a gift or two (or three, in one case) on it, and Dante hadn't woken anyone. The only snag was Outis appearing in the hallway as they were retreating.

<"Morning, Outis,"> Dante nervously tick-tocked, dipping their head down and shoulders up, <"Any reason you're up so late?">

"Early," she corrected, definitely spotting that Dante was being Suspicious™. "Someone needs to be on watch duty, and you don't seem to be doing it, Executive Manager. Please allow me."

<"Go nuts."> Dante answered before quickly tacking on <"Uh, I mean, go ahead. Just uh, don't um.">

They'd ruined it. Squandered it, even.

<"Just leave the gift on your seat alone, okay? That's for the morning. Let me have my one evil plot.">

Outis gave Dante her famed dark smirk before nodding and heading past them. She wouldn't speak up. Good. It hadn't been ruined after all. They could finally go to bed.

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"MANAGER ESQUIRRRREEEE!!! IT HAS BECOME CHRISTMAAAAAAAAS!!!!"

To say Dante fell out of their own bed would be a severe understatement. A more accurate statement would be to say that Dante not only fell out of their own bed but also blared a scream loud enough that the entire bus heard it.

<"DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!"> Dante honked, hiding their face in their hands as if there was something to hide. Their embarrassment? Clear as day.

Don Quixote did not receive this message and hugged them instead.

"It's Christmas! There are gifts! Come, we verily shall go and receive our treasures!"

She then ran out, followed up by Ryoshu cursing and Hong Lu laughing.

Dante heaved a sigh out of their fire export, blowing a flame a foot higher than they normally go. There was a reason they didn't do that outside of their own room.

Time to go and get nothing, they supposed.

Dante threw on some ratty slippers and their coat before grabbing their pile of second gifts and heading out.

<"Good morning!"> they chimed, <"Merry Christmas and if you heard me scream, no you didn't!">

"Huh? Were the ones on our seats not from you?" Rodion asked, which Dante didn't answer. If they could smile, they would be widely grinning while saying absolutely nothing. They didn't notice their clock hands shifting to mimic the evil grin they were imagining.

<"My gifts are right here, Rodya. Here's yours, Donqui-.">

Without waiting for anyone to exchange gifts, Don Quixote started tearing into the one Dante handed her.

"At least wait, lassie!" cried Heathcliff, but he too was ignored in favor of making the wrapping paper on the gift into a ripped mess on the floor.

Dante covered where they thought their ears were just in time for Don Quixote to dissolve into triumphant stuttering and gibberish. They could see her eyes glittering even from across the bus! They'd succeeded. Someone was happy with their gifts. That was all they needed to be happy.

With Don Quixote preoccupied by Dante's one gift, the Sinners started exchanging gifts and tearing them open.

"R-Really, Ryoshu..? A sword…? Where did you even get this..??"

"S.H.U.T. W.T.F.?"

"Don't you "WTF" me, you ungrateful wretch. I know you needed that. Now who thought this miniature horse was funny? I'd like a word with you."

It… Wasn't going well otherwise, huh?

Dante opted to instead start quickly handing out their gifts again, hoping the mood would change.

"A-ha! You heard my request, Executive Manager! I knew you would understand me, thank you!"

Outis brandishing the bugle was terrifying and they still regretted that decision. A little less now, though.

Meursault wordlessly put on the headphones while Heathcliff tried on the locket. Meursault seemed… Pleased? Dante had never seen that expression on Meursault before.

"HOH! BEHOLD THIS LIKENESS OF SIR VERGILIUS!"

Seemed Don Quixote found Dante's other gift, and she was now proudly holding it up like a trophy. Vergil, for what it mattered, didn't seem exceptionally offended by this plush existing in the same realm as him.

"And there is no tag on this gift! A mystery is upon us! Whomst bequeathed this glorious gift upon mineself?!"

No one answered her beyond shrugs and "I dunno"s. Nobody knew except Dante.

"I have a fairly good idea, but it isn't my place to tell," Outis hinted, and Dante was instantly doomed just like that.

"Manager Esquire, is it true?! You've gifted us not once but twice?!"

<"H-how much money do you think I have…?"> Dante whistled, definitely not trying to escape this conversation by backing away.

"Bug guy is crying," Charon stated, and Dante immediately strode forward to see what was going on.

Gregor had found the electric menorah.

<"Happy Hannukah, Gregor,"> Dante chimed, only to be met with the tightest Gregor hug they'd ever gotten. They did not have a complaint about this and returned it with as much strength as they could muster. It wasn't enough. They'd need to work out or something.

Meanwhile, Faust tested her new pens while Ryoshu ripped open her new art supplies. Rodya cheered as she unpacked booze, Sinclair put the scarf on, and Ishmael grimaced while looking at Dante and holding the compass. Yi Sang hugged the bottle of motion sickness pills, Hong Lu modelled the jade necklace, and Charon hugged her Vergil Snow Leopard plush.

Dante was utterly thrilled, but it didn't end there. The Sinners and Charon seemed to notice a theme (Dante's gifts being good) and intentionally focused their gifts now.

"Hey, I wanted a plant! Thanks, Dante…"

"I do not recall informing you that I enjoyed stargazing. You will have to tell Faust when I said that. This is not a complaint."

"Finally, some good smokes. A.F.T."

"……" (Meursault did not say anything, instead putting the sunglasses on and testing them by looking outside the window. He was pleased again.)

"Something to project my thoughts onto without causing a disturbance… I quite enjoy these yellow covers as well. You have my thanks, Dante."

"Card games! Who wants to make bets on Uno?! Dante, this rocks!"

"… Dante, my shield isn't a good weapon for this. We can use that idiot's bat. Shatter this to pieces. Thanks."

"Manager bud, you're spoiling us! I've needed some of these!"

"Executive Manager, I don't remember giving you permission to read my mind! How did you know?!"

"These are lovely, Dante."

"Oh, hell yeah. No more of that shite noise. Dante, you right cunt, how much did you spend on these?"

"Candy. Thank you, Clockhead."

Dante had rocketed past cloud 9 and into Heaven itself for a few minutes, gaining a halo and being one with the universe. They dropped back down to mortal level when they realized someone still hadn't touched their gifts. Vergilius.

<"Hey Vergil, I got you stuff too!"> they pointed out (literally), but Vergil huffed, clearly uninterested.

<"I spent real money on that!! You're going to like it!">

Faust dutifully translated, but Vergil still seemed doubtful.

"Joke gifts are not gifts, Danteh."

Dante was confused until they remembered the first gift they'd bought him, and--- Wait.

<"HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW WHAT I BOUGHT YOU?!">

Another translation, and Vergil rolled his eyes.

"I distinctly recall you wanting someone to go with you. I wasn't aware you wanted your hand held like a child."

Oh. OH. He'd SEEN them buy that. No wonder!!

<"Okay, fine, but the others aren't joke gifts, prommie!">

"… Prommie?" Heathcliff repeated in confusion, wondering who Dante got that off of.

"You really prommie?" Gregor added, egging Dante on to repeat the silly word.

<"Why are you making fun of me? I do promise!">

The conversation turned into a debate, judge and jury battling it out on if "Prommie" was a real word and if it should be used on company territory. Dante stopped paying attention to it within seconds, their full attention on Vergil slowly opening his gifts.

It was worth it. Watching Vergil's eyes widen and slightly light up made the entire world worth having. Dante typewriter dinging in victory immediately made him resume his usual dead expression, but even Vergil couldn't suppress a wry smile.

"Dante. How much. Did you spend on these?"

<"You don't wanna know.">

"Know what, Manager bud?"

<"Don't worry about it.">

When Dante looked back, Vergil had already put the glasses on. Not a single bit of glow outside of them! Another ding, and Dante gave him a thumbs up.

It helped that Vergil with glasses was incredibly hot, not that they'd ever admit that under any kind of torture in a million years.

"…. I appreciate the novels, but I should kill you."

He'd found the joke t-shirt.

"Dante, you know we got you gifts, right? You're not just ignoring them? I'll start chucking cards at you, you know."

They had?! Where?!?!

There was a stack of gifts sitting on their seat that Dante had completely overlooked, and they immediately tore into them like a child on… Well, you know. Because it was Christmas.

Were most of the gifts useless and also goofy? Yes. Absolutely. They had no need for a fireproof reindeer headband or fake kk tattoos, but that didn't matter. They'd been thought about and given physical things.

One gift left after a few minutes. Dante wasn't sure who it was from, admittedly, since it wasn't labelled. It wasn't big, easily holdable, but they had no idea what it WAS and so tore it open carefully.

<"I wanted this!!"> Dante cheered, admiring the camera from the store window with unanticipated glee, <"Thanks Vergie!">

"Don't call me that. Now explain why I am "Not allowed near industrial grade machinery", Dante."

Dante looked up to Vergil holding up the offending t-shirt, a single eyebrow raised and waiting for an answer.

"Any day now. Nice and loud for everyone to hear. Why?"

Dante took a photo instead of answering before standing back up. A pause, and then Dante took a picture of the Sinners. That would get hung up in their room. No, wait. One last thing.

<"I have one more announcement!">

The Sinners shut up and looked to Dante, expecting something earth-shattering. They would be right in a moment.

Dante pulled out the gift card they'd bought.

<"Who wants HamHamPangPang?">

The cheers from the Sinners were audible down the street. Merry Christmas and Happy Hannukah.

[stars-n-spice]

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Max // 21 // They/Them // Aspec // Korean + Mexican 

Welcome to @disaster-by-chance's Star Wars side blog aka the place where I yell and cry about this space opera like it’s a full time job. If there’s absolutely one thing to know about me is that I’m an absolute slut for found family and a fucking whore for Wrecker. Oh, and canonically a space cowboy as well. 

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[moonbyulsstuff]

hi, I am a little bit confused if your requests are open, but could you please write headcanons with Seong Taehoon x fem reader where the reader is a guitarist from a rock band(at the time when Taehoon met Hobin) and her band is popular like Tokio Hotel, they suddenly and quickly became popular and they were also very young when they became popular. reader the band goes on tours all over the world and they have a lot of fans

Rockstar Baby.

Female Reader.

Requested.

Request Rules.

Masterlist.

You two dated before you and your friends formed a group.

Taehun was surprised to learn that you actually played the guitar.

And was instantly mesmerized by the you played the guitar.

The way you look so concentrated while playing and the way your hands plucked the string.

It always caught his attention and draw him to it.

Whenever he was angry or moody, he would ask, well more like demanded, for you to play the guitar for him.

It always soothed him whenever he hears you play the guitar.

It calmed him down better than letting his feelings out during his training in Taekwondo.

So when you and your friends formed a band and started to take gigs, Taehun would always be there.

But Taehun would always deny it whenever you ask him. But he truly goes to show his support for you.

And when your band got scouted by an agency, Taehun was the first in line to buy your band album.

And of course like always, he would always deny it whenever you asked him.

But he always listen to those albums whenever you are too busy with the band.

Knowing you are the one behind those guitar melody, it ease his heart.

But the only thing Taehun hated was the fact you got more popular and that means, a lot of guys were even more interested in you.

And he hated it so much.

Just seeing those fans basically proclaiming their love for you.

It irritated him so much, it makes him want to fight every guy that is basically proclaiming their love for you.

He was the only one that could do so.

Taehun was your boyfriend after all.

Though he would deny it whenever you see him getting jealous.

Your band grew popular enough for you to go on a tour.

And of course, you brought Taehun with you.

But it was mostly him, begging demanding you to take him in case someone tries to flirt with you.

He would be in the crowd, front row watching as the crowd goes crazy for your bands performance.

Seeing you go crazy and basically put on a performance for the crowd.

It made Taehun blush but also irritated when he remembered there was a bunch of people witnessing the moment.

If he could kill, he'll gladly do so.

Taehun was your number 1 biggest supporter.

He would buy every merch and album your group has.

And always made sure to buy the merch that has your face.

And when it was revealed by Hobin who found out during his live which was witnessed by thousands of people.

That you and Taehun were basically dating.

The internet went wild.

The famous beloved guitarist of R/B and the infamous Taekwondo player were dating?!

It brought much attention to the band.

And of course, Taehun confirmed it by himself.

He didn't care if the your agency basically told you to deny and say it was a misunderstanding.

He wanted the whole world to know you were his and no man could take you from him.

But since it brought the band so much free media attention and basically giving the band even more popularity.

The agency basically sucked it up.

And Taehun wasn't listening to them and it's not like you were going to deny it either.

You were gonna fully embraced that you were dating Taehun Seong.

And he loved it.

Being labelled as your boyfriend, it brought him so much satisfactory.

Knowing those pesky fans don't have a chance with you.

[jgroffdaily]

In all of the rush of getting home and back to my real life, I didn’t get a chance to write up the experiences that we, your faithful JGD-ers, had this last weekend in NYC.

On Saturday morning, we did a tour of the front of house sections of the Hudson Theatre. It’s a gorgeous building, with a fascinating history, and I would recommend the tour to anyone who is interested in Broadway - the company was Broadway Up Close.

In the afternoon, we went to the matinee of the show, the first matinee (and thus the first two-show day) of this Broadway run. We had great seats in the first row of the mezzanine / dress circle, from which we had a decent view of the actors’ facial expressions (although not as good as from the orchestra seats / the stalls on Thursday evening) and also a fab view of the actual orchestra, who sit “upstairs” in Frank’s apartment.

I loved the show again, of course. I had fully intended to turn my attention to different elements this time - to watch Frank during Franklin Shepherd, Inc; to watch Frank and Beth during Not A Day Goes By, to check out what the orchestra were doing. But in fact I was entirely dragged into the story, and the performances, once more, and my eyes snagged on the exact same things as last time.

As for Sunday, my final day in NYC: well, we had realised a few weeks ago that there seemed to be *something* due to happen on the Sunday evening - there was no show listed for that afternoon, which broke the pattern of all of the rest of the weeks from Opening onwards. So we wondered if that date might be the Opening Night (which it kind of turned out to be, amidst some confusion around “industry opening / red carpet interviews / after party” on Sunday vs press night / release of embargo on Tuesday).

So, on the off chance that we had guessed correctly, I changed my flight home to the UK, so that instead of an 8pm flight, I had an 11pm one. That meant that I could stay in Manhattan until 7pm ish, and we could investigate what was happening.

Earlier on in the day, we went to the Broadway Up Close booth to buy some Broadway themed merch, and I had to laugh when the guy manning the counter asked me “have you seen any shows?” and when I replied “Merrily”, he said “aha, I had a theory…” and pointed to the Groff sweatshirt that I was wearing! Might as well wear your heart on your sleeve (chest), I guess!!

We walked to the theatre in the afternoon, and there were some union guys / security people chatting outside, so I asked them if anything was due to happen outside that evening. They said: “oh no, no, nothing at all, it’s all going to be inside; not at all worth you coming back here”, then blew their own cover a little by adding “unless you want to watch us work, setting up!”

Setting up what, you may ask? And indeed, that is what we did ask ourselves, after we had thanked them and wandered away. If they were setting something up outside, there must be something worth seeing. And so, at around 5pm, we “accidentally” found ourselves back at the theatre, and located a spot close to the steps, where we could semi-nonchalantly linger.

While it was true that the red carpet was happening indoors (not entirely surprising, as the lobby of the theatre is, as previously noted, stunningly beautiful, and the scaffolding outside is decidedly less photogenic), the security and queuing / ticket checking system was happening outside, as was a good deal of “people in fancy clothes loitering and waiting for their friends to arrive before going in”, and thus we had a great view for an hour or so, as many people arrived and went in.

We spotted Anna Wintour (sharp haircut, giant sunglasses and all - but having to queue with the masses - quelle horreur!), Zach Quinto with a friend, Raul Castillo and Alexis Forte (newlyweds! 💍🎉) and Cynthia Erivo, who arrived with Lena Waithe.

Although we didn’t see Jonathan - the cast must have gone into the theatre much earlier, or via the stage door, or both - I am so pleased that we were there. There was a fantastic buzz of excitement amongst those arriving for the show, and it felt to me like one of those real “Covid is over [note: I know it isn’t!] and the world is back!” moments. It made me so happy and grateful to see all of those people there, to support and celebrate our favourite guy (and his friends and colleagues), and it was the perfect end to my perfect NYC trip!

[laguera25]

Rammstein fans of Reddit, please, please get a grip. There is no vast, far-reaching conspiracy by the media against the band. This is not an Oliver Stone movie. Most of the time, the simplest answer is the truth.

Till's initial accuser, who, by her own admission, is as worldly as an infant when it comes to international travel, got herself invited to Row 0 without knowing what that might entail. She was nervous and excited and desperate not to come of like some provincial rube in front of more sophisticated women, so she did what she knew she shouldn't and mixed heavy alcohol with her psych meds. Unsurprisingly, this didn't go well, she got bombed off her ass, and her memory took a powder. When she woke up covered in bruises, likely incurred while drunkenly hurling herself against the stage barrier, she panicked, and cobbled together a a scenario from what little she could remember. She told herself she must've been spiked because hasn't the media and pop culture been banging on for decades about creeps spiking women to rape them? Oh, noes. It is, perversely, a more comforting explanation than the possibility that on her first independent foreign trip, she got wasted and made a fool of herself.

So she files a report with the police in Lithuania but refuses to undergo the necessary tests until days later. What a surprise, the test show no signs of drugging or sexual assault. Similarly, forensic analysis of photos of her bruises are ruled not consistent with assault of any kind. The police close the investigation.

Except she's already gone wildly public with her lurid tale of spiking and the night she allegedly can't remember. The media has picked up on it, and sure, they're claiming things she never said, but she doesn't want to look like the idiot girl who cried wolf, and really, all this attention is more than nice. She's becoming a cause. Why rock the boat?

The media, who have been waiting since 1994 to bring down the uppity Ossi Krauts who never kowtowed to them, seized the chance and pounced, and now they're digging in every midden heap in search of any fool willing to fudge the anodyne truth for two minutes of fame.

No conspiracy. Just the perfect storm of a useful idiot and a butthurt media with an axe to grind. Stop making it more than it is. Stop trying to play Sherlock Holmes and find the Clue that reveals the Truth. It's not your job. Your job is to decide whether you want to support the band, and if you do, to do that in the way you see fit, whether it's buying merch or cranking tunes or making art.

Just please, please stop with the embarrassing hysteria.

[zxal]

I went to the Arc V cafe

Hi guys. I recently went to Japan and while I was there, I went to the Arc V 10th anniversary collaboration at Cafe BLANC in Ikebukuro. It was a highly surreal experience and I haven't seen anyone else post about it on here so I figured I would share.

I signed up for a lottery reservation through the website, but it seemed like there were a lot of spots available even though it was a weekend. I lined up 10 minutes before my reservation time, showed them my ticket, and got seated. The process goes like: you order your food, then you can go up and pick out merch, then you pay for everything at the end. It's pretty simple, but not necessarily intuitive if you've never been to one of these before. You can miss your chance to buy merch if you don't realize you have to do it before paying for your food.

There were a bunch of framed posters of the characters on the walls. They seated me in front of my nemesis, Sylvio. There were a couple of TV screens with montages of the art playing as well, but there were signs saying not to photograph the screens specifically, so I didn't. The only other real decorations were these action cards plastered so sparingly around the cafe that I didn't notice them at first. You can sort of see one in the picture of the Sora poster. They were playing the music for the Arc V openings.

I ordered the Yuzu (Zuzu) crepes and the Declan drink I don't remember the name of, which was scalding hot. I think I like wasn't expecting it to be hot because it was in a glass so I drank it through my straw and burned my tongue badly. Thanks Declan.

When you order, you get a drink coaster and a little mini print (photo print? bromide?), which are both random. I got a print of Yugo and a coaster of the Yuboys. You also get a somewhat larger print of your choosing if you spend at least ¥5,000.

After I got my food I went up to shop. There were these foam standees up by the front that you could take pictures with.

They had a display case by the cash register of all the character goods that were available. The prices aren't bad, but everything is in a blind bag except for the large standees. I got one of everything except the small standees and pulled Yuri twice which is a W for me. I also got the Yuri large standee.

Overall experience: Quite frankly the food was terrible, which shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone with a passing familiarity with themed cafes. The ambiance was also nothing terribly special. It's not like there were a ton of decorations or theming. Would I go to one of these again? I don't know. Maybe. Honestly probably. The novelty of being in a physical space dedicated to my favorite Yugioh spinoff and eating character-themed food is undeniably alluring. Even if the food is awful.

The cafe is running until May 12th, so if anyone else happens to be going to Tokyo over the next month and a half or so, I would be happy to share tips on making a reservation, what to do when you're there, etc. In exchange I only ask that you trade me or let me buy any Yuri merch you pull off of you. (Only half joking. Please bring him home I miss him.)

Thanks for reading!

[fursectomy]

tumblr identity politics are so boring. please go outside connect with a real community and interact with real people. it will be way more beneficial to your growth as a person.

forget your dni list and GO OUTSIDE AND INTERACT. even if its hard even if youre in a more isolated place do your research go out of town join a club, an organization go to drag shows go to drag shows go to drag shows. or just talk to people. talk to strangers. learn about them. learn from them.

sit down next to a homeless person that everyone is pretending doesn’t exist and talk to her about her life. she may say something biphobic about one of her exes, but she’ll also tell you how much she loves her children who are being raised by her sister. she’ll show you photos of them and she’ll talk to you about her babydaddy who used to bash her head in and how she escaped and got her babies out of there. she’ll thank you again and again for being an angel and spending time with her.

when a strange guy covered in jesus merch comes up to you, bright and smiling, maybe give him a chance. you’ll mention your “girlfriend” (theyre nonbinary but you don’t wanna push it) and be surprised that he isn’t phased, he’s supportive even. you’ll realize he truly is one of those rare christians that loves jesus because jesus taught them to love everyone and value being kind. he’ll talk you about jesus like your 10 your old cousin talks to you about sonic and you’ll remember special interests can be anything.

befriend your partner’s old coworker who has a lesbian daughter and gushes about her to you and you to her. she knows youre nonbinary and lovingly calls you your partner’s “they” instead of girlfriend (its cute) but still misgenders both of you on and off. she’ll buy you slippers and earrings from ross that remind her of you. accept that shes 60 years old and her genuine care for you means more than say her vocabulary.

talk to the disabled person at your local coffeeshop who asks you about what youre drawing. listen to him when he tells you eveything about how a car engine works and what makes and models are his favorites, even when you don’t understand most of it. you’ll see him once a week and you’ll catch up when he asks you how your holidays were. he’ll tell you to be safe on new years eve because there are weirdos out there.

who gives a fuck about mspec lesbians. who cares if its “valid” or not. frankly, it doesnt matter. no one talks about mspec lesbians in real life because, like you w your dni, they’re hyper online. maybe you’ll meet a sugar mommy at a bar who tells you she’s a lesbian but she’s married to a man bc somehow, she fell in love with him anyway. she wants a sugarbaby because she needs to be with women to have a fulfilling relationship. you’ll think wow, i don’t know what to think of that or how to unpack that, but at the end of the day shes an interesting person that you got to learn about. she’ll buy you a drink and tell you you’re beautiful.

you won’t like all the people you talk to, but you will learn regardless. you will make friends, or maybe just passing connections, but they’ll be meaningful. walling yourself off and keeping yourself in a bubble of only people with your exact same opinions will render you unable to interact with the world and grow.