#see the issue and problem here is that this is baby 2. once i post this u r going to see too much of him

[couch-house]

it is with a heavy heart i must announce the fankid-enjoyer has made another fankid 😔 this is comet... ive been playing with him for a while. he's a couple years younger than johnny jr and umm well I'll tell you more about him later. when i post the other pile of drawings i have of him.

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

I had never thought about the fact that snakes would have more than the set of initial fangs so that post you did on snake bites is fascinating!! Thank you so much for all the information you give us, it is very much appreciated how much time and effort you put in to helping people learn about snakes!!

I have a couple questions for you regarding snakes teeth!

1. Do all snakes have the same amount of teeth once they've reached adult hood or do different breeds have different amounts for their specific needs?

2. Do snakes have and lose their "baby" teeth and grow in adult ones like other animals and humans? Or do they grow with the snake as they age?

3. I work in the veterinary industry with dogs and cats and your post also made me think about if snakes would need dental care like dogs and cats do, like would you ever have to have a snake have a tooth pulled if there was an issue with it? Made me picture a little snake under anesthesia with its little tongue hanging out while getting it's teeth cleaned like I see with dogs and cats and it made me laugh!

Sorry if these are silly questions, again thank you so so much for all your hard work 🩷🩷

Great questions!!

First thing, before I get into your specific questions: not all snakes have fangs! There are exceptions, but snakes generally fall into four dentition categories.

Aglyphous dentition is when snakes don't have fangs at all. Teeth are generally the same size and shape. All nonvenomous snakes, like boas and pythons, fall into this category! These snakes tend to have a lot of teeth (hundreds!) and they can be in a single row or multiple rows.

Then there's solenoglyphous dentition, which is what people generally think of when we talk about snake teeth. There's comparatively very few teeth and two large, hinged fangs that fold up against the roof of the mouth. Vipers are solenoglyphs.

Next, there's proteroglyphous dentition, which looks similar to solenoglyphous dentition except the fangs are much smaller and always in place. Elapids (cobras and their relatives) have this type.

The last major type of snake dentition is opisthoglyphous dentition, which are our rear-fanged venomous colubrids. These snakes have large fangs at the back of their mouths; it's kinda a garbage fang system but they're doing their best. Hognoses, boomslangs, and most other venomous colubrids are here.

Okay, now that we've got the basics out of the way...

Baby snakes are born with the same number as adults, but as I'm sure you've already guessed from the pictures above, the number varies wildly by species! Snakes average around 50-100 teeth across species, with the number skewing upwards thanks to nonvenomous snakes, but vipers and elapids typically have less than fifty.

Snakes don't have baby teeth! Teeth fall out and are replaced throughout their lives.

Snakes generally don't need dental care (although that image is super cute!). However, teeth can totally cause problems. The most common ones I see are stuck teeth - because snake jaws are so flexible, sometimes they accidentally get a tooth stuck in their gums. That can usually be fixed by simply gently guiding the snake's mouth open, but sometimes stuck teeth do require professional help. Even at its most complicated, dental care for snakes usually just involves a round of antibiotics in the case of infections - problem teeth often fall out on their own or are easily pulled with the help of local pain relief.

[daddyelliott1979]

Daddy and Boy; what's it like to have the other?

I really want these posts to set a standard, to be a window into our lives but also set a benchmark for what these relationships look like.

I want to start by sharing something from @squirtdaboi

Baby Riley

When my daddy asked me to write about what its like having a daddy i initially didn’t know what to write about. But after giving it some thought i have to say this.

Ive found myself being so much happier and its so nice having that crutch in my life. That one person that always there for me is so reassuring.

He makes me giggle, smile and blush all at the same time. He does these little things like playing with my hair and giving me tummy rubs when my tummy hurts.

The way he changes me is so fun!!!! He blows raspberries and puts cartoons on for me and he dosent care if i am stinky!! If anything he makes me blushy and encourages it! He helps me push my boundaries and be more confortable being myself around others!

He tucks me and my teddies in at night and he checks on me if i wake up. Oh!!! The other night he even changed me while i slept!!! Just knowing how gentle he was and the care he puts into our time makes everything so much better!

If I’m feeling anxious in public he makes sure I’m okay! He makes me squirm and get embarrassed but it doesn’t upset me, it makes me happy.

Bath times are great. I get to play and enjoy myself! Daddy pretends to hate when i splash him with water but i know he secretly loves it!

He makes me feel loved and happy and safe and when i go to see him i feel at ease and i can be tiny and not have a problem.

He also helps me with my ‘big feelings’ and is always there for me. He recently bought me 2 sets of earbuds to help with my sensory issues which he didn’t have to do!

He helps me figure out trains for coming to see him and we are currently looking at getting me a tablet too!

He’s so helpful and doesn’t mind listening to me talk about my problems and things that are going on. He lets me talk until I'm happy and then i can go right back to watching bluey.

He helps me push me to my limits when going out in public and lets me explore my way of doing things. He doesn’t force me to do anything at all. It’s honestly so nice.

I guess the main thing im trying to say is….

HE IS AMAZING!!!

Daddy's thoughts

Honestly reading that made me cry, I know this was a lot for him to do, but once again he proves he's such a sweet little boy and not the "bad" kid he's made out to be!

Here's what this boy means to me, in the short while that he's come into my life, he's turned it upside down in the best possible way!

His cheekiness makes it impossible not to smile, his smile makes it impossible to not feel happy, his whole face lights up as he barely contains his joy; and it's beautiful!

When he's here I have to stay close, and if I'm close he's got to snuggle, and I get moaned at if I don't. It's completely adorable!

He gets squirmy in public and tells me "shut up" emphasis on the "shuuuut uppp" hehe. It's adorable to watch!

He genuinely needs me in so many ways, so much that he makes me feel like a real Daddy, something I've not felt since my son was little.

The first time he said "I love you Daddy" made my heart melt, it came out of nowhere just as I was about to rush off to the corner shop for an emergency supply of wipes- he was very stinky and feeling very little.

He has the most adorable giggle, there's nothing better than giving him tickles!

He's not kidding about the splashes, I really do love how I end up wetter than him at bath time!

And at bed time I have to snuggle with him, he snuggles into my chest and stays there all night, sometimes I'm convinced he can't get close enough. The other day he turned around only to come back with my giant doggy stuffie, scooting in so I had to cuddle them both; and somehow he took up 3/4 of my bed and left me a sliver!

Honestly I love it when he comes, I hate it when he leaves; even though he's only 30 minutes away!

He's such a special boy, he's warm, he's kind, he's sweet and he's just a boy, who needs a Daddy to love, care and protect him! And I get to be that Daddy!

And that's freaking awesome!!

[luaspersona]

fic teaser | kim taehyung

pairing ↠ himbo!taehyung x reader (f. reader) genre ↠ college!au; holiday!au; smut; one-shot; humor summary ↠ after making some terrible memories together, Taehyung wants nothing more than to never see you again; and he was pretty much succeeding until — after a minor accident — he finds himself having to spend Christmas alone with you in the middle of nowhere. rating ↠ +18 teaser warnings ↠ nothing explicit; profanity; nudity; mentions of sex; mentions of bondage; mentions of puking.

complete work warnings (full warnings on the post) ⇝ alcohol consumption; sexual tension; religious jokes; minor accident; very minor parent issues; second hand embarrassment; pov switch; explicit smut: masturbation, orgasm denial and control, edging, dirty talk, pet names, soft dom!taehyung, switch!reader, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, light spanking, a splash of degradation, begging; overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, rough sex, aftercare.

release date ↠ released. teaser word count ↠ 0.8k estimated reading time ↠ 2 minutes

note ↠ so i had the idea to write a holiday!au for tae’s birthday around three weeks ago and just now finished the outline lol 🤡 i’m still working on it, but i decided to drop a little something so you can have a taste! the teaser happens a couple months before the actual fanfic, so it’s not christmas here yet lol sorry, i promise i’ll plan better the next time (i probably won’t tho). note² ↠ wanna thank @imakeamess for the BEAUTIFUL BANNER, i know i was all over the place but you were able to create the most amazing art for me, so thank you once again🥺 note³ ↠ special thanks to @uarmymoonlight for helping me come up with the story and patiently listening to me rambling about this fic nonstop, i love you! and @vsualitae for helping me find inspiration and letting me spam his dms with this lol note⁴ ↠ also, merry christmas for those who celebrate and happy holidays! hope you all have an amazing year ending and an even better new year🎄

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When Taehyung was eighteen years old, he told a slightly less experienced Jungkook that girls have a secret sweet spot on the back of their knees.

Yeah, pretty shitty, he knows, he knows— but!, in Taehyung's defense, Jungkook was too damn innocent for his own good and he obviously didn't expect that Jungkook would take a whole ass year to google it. How hard is it to differentiate a freaked out face from a fucked out face, really? It was only like, 30% his responsibility. 

Clearly, though, the universe wasn't as understanding, because now Taehyung is pretty sure that he’s cursed.

Whenever he’s feeling like he’s hot shit, life finds ridiculous and absurd ways to humble him — being extra careful to guarantee Jungkook front row seats.

Fair enough. Taehyung has no problem owning his stuff, and he didn’t really believe all this karma shit anyway.

Except when it came to you.

“Shit.” Soojin curses, hands stopping in their search for her keys.

“What's wrong, babe?” Jungkook frowns.

“Can we maybe go to your place? My roommate had some work stuff to prepare and asked me to give her some space this afternoon.”

Taehyung groans “Soojin, we live on the other side of campus and I'm starving.” He punctuates this by lifting the food bags in his hands.

“But she's been super stressed lately, I don't wanna add to that.”

“We won't! We can be quiet, baby.” Jungkook reassures. 

Soojin chews her bottom lip. “You sure?”

“Promise.”

Taehyung nods. “She won't even notice us.”

Soojin sighs. “Fine.”

“Also, it can be a great opportunity for Tae to finally meet her.” Jungkook turns to Taehyung. “She's painfully your type, man.”

“Don’t even think about it! My roomie is not interested in Taehyung’s fuckboy ways, Kookie, she’s a pure soul.” Soojin protests.

“Baby, that’s slutshaming. Not cool.”

“What? I'm not a fuckboy. I'm just a very good boy who likes to give people what they want, nothing wrong with that.”

Soojin rolls her eyes, then finally opens the door.

Barely they step into the apartment, though, the three of them freeze — somewhat distracted by the sight of a blond man standing in the middle of the living room, covered only by a blue underwear and a trail of purple marks on his neck and collarbone.

And damn, what a fine man that is. Taehyung had never seen such pretty pouty lips before and he can't help the sudden wish to add a couple of purples to that soft skin himself. 

“What the hell?” Soojin's question prompts the man to cover his crotch with his hands. Pitty. “Who the fuck are you?”

“So, I found these old ropes in the back of my drawer, but I think they can hold—” you stop talking once you enter the living room, seeing a hell of a lot more people than when you left.

Jungkook snickers, glancing down at the rope still in your hands. “Pure soul my ass.”

When your name drops from Soojin’s mouth, something snaps in Taehyung’s mind. You see, he isn’t dumb by any means, but Taehyung sure sometimes is slow.

To be fair, he’d spent so much time trying to forget everything about you and the day you met that it’s only natural that he would take some time to recognize your face from his days I wish I hadn’t woken up archive.

But the way your fingers tighten around the knots before you hide them behind your back? Shit, how can he forget the way those fingers felt entangled in his hair that night? The way you made him groan against your neck whenever you pulled a bit too strong?

And your thighs? Fuck, they are so much prettier than he fantasized they’d be, barely covered by the oversized shirt you’re wearing. Taehyung almost has to stifle a groan because holy fuck how he wishes he could’ve seem them — felt them under his palms that night.

“Is he your work thing?” Soojin sarcastically points to the man’s general direction.

“Yeah, sorry about that, Soo, I just wanted to— Taehyung?!”

He grimaces, eyes immediately darting away from your form as he clears his throat, letting out a silent “hey.”

“You know each other?” Soojin frowns.

“We uhm… we met at—” you stutter “we met once. At a party.”

Soojin is silent for a moment, before her jaw drops “Wait— is Taehyung the puke guy?!”

The blue underwear man looks at you immediately. “Did you puke on him?”

“No! No, of course not, Jimin, it was him who— I mean, uh” so this is what humiliation tastes like? “Nevermind.”

The sudden sound of Jungkook’s laugh erupts beside Taehyung, and the boy takes his hand to his stomach as he leans forward. Taehyung is sure he’s never seen Jungkook so happy.

It takes around a minute for Jungkook’s laugh to turn into light giggling as he tries to catch his breath.

“She’s the girl you puked on? No fucking way, man.”

Well. Yeah. Karma and shit.

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[msallurea]

Yall are pissin me tf off

Sadly darlings I have to be the tough cookie of 2024 today...so brace yourself but do know if you have any issue with anything I say just know you may be part of the bunch that is proving my point in everything I'm about to say.

I would first like to say that everything I'm stating right now isn't directed towards anyone specifically and I'm only speaking generally but I am not about to sugarcoat when I say this post are about the anons...and unfourtanetly I have to give yall the donkey of the day. (AGAIN this isn't towards anyone specifically I'm speaking generally)

First and foremost anons, QUIT SENDING THE SAME GODDAMN QUESTIONS TO MULTIPLE LOA BLOGS!!!!KNOWING SOMEONE!! ALREADY!! ANSWERED!! YOUR!! FUCKIN!!! QUESTION!!!!!????

At first I really didn't understand what loa bloggers meant when they said that anons can sometimes be pretty annoying and honestly before really taking my loa blog seriously I never knew what they meant til now and honestly this THIS first reason is why I'm so upset with yall anons right now. While it isn't everyone it is very very VERY annoying when anons come on here and ask questions and while asking questions isn't an issue at all, IT DOES become an issue when you decide to take your ass to not just 1 not just 2 hell not even 3 but damn near EVERY! SINGLE! LOA! BLOG! YOU KNOW ASKING THEM THE SAME GODDAMN QUESTION YOU JUST ASKED THE LAST ONE and will still have the NERVE, THE FUCKIN AUDACITY, THE BRAIN CELLS to still sit up here and say "omg I don't know what to do" "I don't know how to manifest" oh and the crowd favorite "I've tried but nothing is working because..." 😑😑😑😑 loa bloggers could tell you the ABC 123 version of how to consciously apply the law and manifest your desires and you will STILL sit up there asking multiple blogs just to see if something will change in what we're saying. Honey let me tell you RIGHT NOW, everything loa blogs have said is literally the EXACT. SAME. THING the ONLY difference is how it's explained and the millions of different fonts it's written in 😑😑 and the worst part about it is that if a loa blogger decides that they don't want to tell you because they already know that YOU ALREADY KNOW THE DAMN ANSWER TO YOUR OWN QUESTION all of a sudden they're mean, they're rude, they aren't helpful, etc. Do yourself a favor AND GO TOUCH SOME GODDAMN GRASS!!

This leads me to my next point:

Loa blog or not WE! ARE! NOT! YOUR! THERAPIST!!!

I know I said I was speaking generally but this is specifically for the anons who come on here and decide to TRAUMA DUMP on loa blogs KNOWING they've already done it before. Now before yall come in my comments attacking me do understand, the problem isn't you venting and wanting someone to listen and hear your cry and you needing a slight shoulder to cry on before you can finally say enough is enough and pick yourself back up again. That isn't the problem. The problem comes in when someone who's an loa blogger who btw, unless it is said by the blogger personally that they are actually licensed for,ARE NOT THERAPIST!!! YOU ARE CONSTANTLY TRAUMA DUMPING ON THIS PERSON AND TO PUT THE CHERRY ON TOP YOURE NOT EVEN TRYING TO TAKE THE ADVICE THAT THIS PERSON HAS GIVEN YOU!! to make it even worse, it isn't just when you don't actually try the advice and listen to the help you've been given but you have the NERVE, THE AUDACITY to not only go to 1 not 2 hell not even 3 BUT MULTIPLE bloggers with this same story. Yall finna hate me for saying this but knowing that I too was once this way I don't give a fuck how yall feel about this because you NEED to hear it: STOP LOOKING FOR SOMEBODY TO FUCKING BABY YOU!! IF YOURE NOT GONNA ACTUALLY TAKE THE ADVICE GIVEN QUIT TRYING TO DRAG OTHERS IN YOUR DAMN SOB STORY!! YES YOU MAY BE A VICTIM TO YOUR HARDSHIPS BUT YOU ARE NOT! A! DAMN! VICTIM! WITH HOW YOU CHOOSE TO HANDLE IT AFTER RECIEVING HELP. STOP FUCKING CHASING ATTENTION!! STOP TRYING TO MAKE OTHERS FEEL SORRY FOR YOU!! AND GO ACTUALLY HELP YOURSELF!!

This leads me in with my final point and honestly I think this one has pissed me off more than anything in the world and actually ties in with what I said in my first point.

While I love and admire all anons because of course there was a point in time where your fav loa blogs you see now living there dream life amd have there success stories and what not were once like you where they too struggled and had there ups and downs with the law of assumption...these many different blogs took time out of there life to commit to helping you guys so just like them, you can live your dream life as well. They have created countless post and advice and tips and even the cutest fun ideas to make consciously applying the law daily a super fun and cute experience all the time no matter the situation....with this being said, if you as a anon are looking to find out how to manifest your dream life or whatever desire, and you fix you FUCKING FINGERS TO TYPE IN VERBATIM "I don't feel like going through all these post" and "omg that's too much work" and "I'm not reading all that" and "I don't feel like going through that masterlist" ....while literally not only the question you're asking has already been answered for you SO THE ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION IS FUCKING AVAILABLE but I've seen time and time again of loa blogs showing anons where to find the info they are looking for, not only is it for FREE but it is also WRITTEN OUT AS SIMPKE AS POSSIBKE SO YOU CAN UNDERSTAND AND YOU FIX YOUR DAMN FINGERS AND SAY YOU DONT FEEL LIKE GOING THROIGH ALL THAT. Let me just be the tough loving logical one out the bunch and say to anyone who is in fact like this: YOU!! ARE!! FUCKING!! STUPID!! AND YOU DO NOT DESERVE THE HELP YOU ARE RECIEVING FROM THESE BLOGS ...at least not for free and honestly your wasting not only the bloggers time BUT YOURS AS WELL. If you seriously don't wanna take out a couple minutes to really get the gist of the law FOR YOUR DAMN SAKE BECAUSE YOURE THE ONE WHO IS "STRUGGLING TO MANIFEST" FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST LEAVE THE DAMN COMMUNITY. I'm not saying that you being here isn't your right but if you're here just to be here and to just follow a trend and complain to others while at the same time being LAZY ASF not even TRYING to truly better yourself and your life by USING THE KNOWLEDGE GIVEN..seriously you are quite literally worse than a lazy person YOU. ARE. AT. THE. BOTTOM OF BOTTOMS!!!! At least someone who is lazy can work themselves to be a bit productive by tweaking what they know to suit who they are as a person so it works for them...but if you're really about to come on this loa blogs pages ans don't do ahit but mindlessly scroll, criticize, shame them, judge them for THERE MANIFESTATION JOURNEYS, constantly asking questions you ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWERS TO AND WILL STILL HAVE THE AUDACITY TO NOT APPLY IT!! With all due respect fuck you. Like deadass. Because you're not really hurting the bloggers you're hurting yourself and dont sit up there coming and crying in these loa bloggers asks talking about "my life is just so miserable" "nothing is working" "I'm so sick of everything I'm just gonna leave" ..knowing GODDAMN WELL YOU DIDNT EVEN TRY TO APPLY THE LAW EVER SINCE YOU STARTED AND JUST OVERCONSUMED EVERYDAY TIL YOU WERE TIRED AND READY TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN TOMORROW. Like real shit this is NOT FUCKIN FUNNY AT ALL, loa bloggers have a life and are human JUST. LIKE. YOU. We are NOT your parents, your babysitters or your heros. We are simoky people who found the law just like you, applied the information given and actually succeeded just as you could to if you STOP FUCKING PLAYING AROUND.

The most sickening part is that yall expect loa blogs to baby yall and be all soft with yall. Honestly this doesnt even just apply to situations with loa bloggers but also many other blogs specifically self help and beauty blogs and really any blog that gives advice on certain aspects of life you may or may not need help in, want to enhance or are interested in...literally bloggers being nice isn't the problem. The problem is when loa blogs like myself and others help you and you do absolutely NOTHING and eventually when we get to a point of no longer wanting to help you because we already know that you know exactly what you have to do...then you wanna have THE GODDAMN NERVE to disrespect them and calling them all kinds of things all because your little ass ego was hurt and you can't handle the truth. NOBODY IS ABOUT TO DO SHIT FOR YOU THIS IS WHY YOU WANT WHAT YOU WANT AND NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. SO QUIT BEING SO GODDAMN VICTIMISING AND ACTUALLY GIVE YOURSELF A FUCKING REALITY CHECK!!

Ima be 100, I genuinely could've said WAY more in this but ima just say this for now because it's plenty of yall anons who either needed to heat this or you've witness anons like this and this is also for any loa blogs or just helpful bloggers in general who take time out of there life to come on here and share you knowledge to the world in hopes that it may help others as well as enhance your growth in your own journey. Bloggers I completely understand that with what you do naturally we help but PLEASE for the love of God we are in 2024 ..I dont want to be a mean person but in all honesty, if you're running into anons like this that genuinely fit the description please just block them or something. You as a blogger are a person as well, yes you help others when they are in need of assistance and guidance but because you are a person who needs help sometimes too...please don't forget that YOUR PEACE, YOUR SANITY is just as important that person you're helping amd do not forget. And to the anons that hopefully don't fit into anything I've said above, thank you so much for supporting loa blogs as well as other helpful blogs such as mine and many others. Yall are the reason why we do this despite if the foundation of it is to improve ourselves, knowing that we inspire others is why we continue to do what we do and why spreading our knowledge of things we've learned is all the more valuable and for that, for THOSE anons, on behalf of loa blogs WE FUCKIN LUVS YOUUUUUU💗💗💗🎀🎀🎀

Xoxo, Ms. Allurèa

[blueiight]

idk if louis decided he was gonna ditch lestat, grace might've accepted him back although the freaky non-aging yeah by that point would've been an issue but i guess psychologically for louis with her around, there was still some hope that he could get out? but once she's gone its like that door is fully closed in his mind too

do recall tho that grace and louis never rly contact eachother after a certain point. louis is too into in his own vampy family, and likewise grace with her own family, even moreso w/ levi symbolically replacing louis as the Man of the House in ep3. the lines r drawn in the sand. once again idk if ur the same anon or not, i think yall being entirely too generous to grace here + assuming she'd just take back her brother who she hardly had that much interest in contacting outside of sending jonah his way + sending a note that maman died. when they did meet in ep4, grace+ levi were both disgusted. ur fine w/ ur white daddy in the quarter aint u lou like how she says.

this falls into the fan issue of seeing black female characters as ever generous empty vessels of servitude for black males/female charas of nonblack varieties w/ no interiority or capacity for any complex human emotion when no. thats not how grace is with louis. grace is convinced by ep4 id say + seals the belief in ep5 when she leaves that her older brother [metaphorically or literally] died somewhere along the way+ was replaced by an evil gay demon. this may sound hyperbolic, but she literally says ur not my louis and buries him. how else can u interpret that lol. she has a complex relationship with her brother that degrades throughout season 1, and in no way can i see canon show! grace being some unconditionally loving confidante to her battered gay brother, vampire or not. she made no indication of disapproving of paul being in the asylum, or disapproving of louis's illicit dealings, its only once louis diverges from being a provider for the dulacs, and comes by in the night/if at all, that grace starts to resent her brother. let black women be complex characters. and like one of my other anons said as i attached below

louis himself, is prideful as he is tormented.. even in the modern day, he does not self identify as a victim at the very least, for the purposes of daniel's writing + for reasons ive described time + time again, so what makes u think a 1920s-30s lou after being beat would go to his baby sister if she stayed in town somehow? like i said, being part of the historical great migration/s makes a lot of sense for grace + levi's characters. whether louis isnt paying out, or grace is refusing louis's money [lol u aint had no problem when big bro was a trick but now that white daddy pay the bills u aint touchin dat money? who knows]. outside of that theres very few opportunities for the freniere-dulacs, used to their former conditional opulence in the treme, in this here jim crow south outside of going up north. do recall that years before, louis hid the fact that papa du lac was boutta drive their family into destitution for years, even from his own mother, and especially from his younger sister. if we take the pilot draft describing grace as 22 or the books, this means grace is decently younger than show!louis. when he ran away from lestat in ep3 before finding claudia, he didnt go to the treme where his sister + then alive mother was, but to the old poor black neighborhoods, seeking absolution in an abstract sense for his self perceived wrongs, and bringing that redemption to lestat. to be turned, to live forever, to love him in a way his born family could not. eps 2-3 show that louis cannot go back to his born family anymore. something something ziska fill me up post here

[kingcunny]

EIHF again. :)

1) Your Balerion post makes me so sad. Viserys is a swan in a human form. He mates for life. He can give his heart only once. Balerion, Aemma, Daemon, Rhaenyra. There may be other wives, other daughters, other brothers, but the connection will never be like the first. I really believe had his baby brother Aegon lived, that relationship would have been even more strained than his relationship with Daemon. He already has a brother. That box has been ticked. To say nothing of the fact that his birth resulted in Alyssa's death.

2) Viserys has some deeply rooted abandonment problems, which he generously passes on to everyone else! Above all, being crowned was just a deeply alienating experience. It fractured every relationship he had. I have to believe (particularly for HOTD Viserys) that Jaehaerys strong-armed him into bringing his claim to the Great Council, and there's some resentment towards him there. Maybe at some point, he believed the Crown could bind his Favorite People to him forever.

3) There's like, what, a 24-hour jump between,"I don't want to command her," and, "Her wishes are irrelevent," re: Rhaenyra getting married. He really does not want to be her King, but when he decides he must, he's out here killing flies with a sledgehammer. He never finds the balance with anyone, but especially not with Rhaenyra. She is comfortable in her own skin, certain of her own mind in a way he never has been, and I think it baffles him.

1. someone left a tag on one of my other viserys and balerion posts that was like “why is this viserys most loyal relationship” that made me laugh a bit cause, yeah, it was! he mightve cheated on both his wives, but balerion, oh, balerion was *special*. he was viserys one true love and his closest partner. he would never have another relationship like balerion.

thats an interesting thought about aegon, when ive thought about if he lived ive usually thought about how it would affect daemon. but i can see it. my ‘older boysister that raised me’ viserys wouldve done his duty and raised aegon and taken care of him, but he would never love him the way he loved daemon. and that wouldve been apparent to aegon. both brothers (viserys subconsciously, daemon consciously) wouldve probably blamed him for alyssas death as well… only deeping the divide between the three

aemma however… i think we need to define ‘love’. cause while i do think viserys loved aemma while she was alive, a sort of ‘this was an arranged marriage but weve made it work’ type thing, how much of viserys enduring love for her is truly ‘love’ quote unquote vs the martyization of her in his mind and his enduring guilt for having killed her. maybe thats what you meant, but to me viserys ‘loved’ her much more after she died, in a way.

2. oh absolutely. he grew up watching his family drop dead around him, both his parents died, his dragon died. that thing he says to rhaenyra about how “their line is too easily extinguished”. those abandonment issues is why he holds so tightly to those hes decided are His (but even thats paradoxical, his attention his very fleeting!)

ive always thought that daemon started gathering swords to ‘defend’ viserys claim without asking if viserys even wanted his claim defended! i think that even though baelon was heir, it never really clicked with viserys that meant he was next? so when baelon died viserys just wanted to mourn his father but everyones looking at him expecting him to take the crown. i really like the idea that it was jaehaerys that had to push him up to the plate

3. correct me if im wrong but wasnt the “her feelings are irrelevant” comment was made about rhaenyra getting married in General, since she said she does not want to marry? but im just splitting hairs. cause he still does do that severe flip from father to king when he tells rhaenyra she will be marrying laenor, and wont hear any argument about it. he does it to daemon time and time again. he doesnt know how to juggle the roles of king and father and brother. something else im gonna blame on jaehaerys, who was absolutely using his power as king against his family. and even though i think viserys has some heavy cognitive dissonance about jaehaerys, he at some level Knows how hard he was on family, and Doesnt want to be like that. but also doesnt have any good refrences on how to balance those roles properly.

i think that thing he said to rhaenyra about how “even he does not exist above tradition and duty” comment was soo telling. viserys did not WANT to get remarried, he even says to alicent that he never imagined he would marry again! (an aside: imagine what his heavily pregnant wife thought hearing that. lol) after aemma died i think he wanted to do the same thing his father did; remain forever a widower to ‘honor’ his wifes memory, but he wasnt strong enough to even hold himself to that. i think viserys is very self conscious, and has more or less just done what the people around him have expected him to do. so when rhaenyra is willing to stand up for herself and wants to live her life Her Way, its very baffling and frustrating and when hes being honest with himself, admirable.

[diaperedemt]

It’s taken me a long time to finally post something. So here goes. A little background about me. I am a 42 year old male who is happily married, father to a teenage daughter, and has a great career as a EMS provider. I wouldn’t classify myself not so much as a little but more of a diaper lover as I’ve been in an out of diapers since I was 14, either by choice or for medical reasons.

When I was 14 I randomly started setting the bed and would take baby diapers and pull-ups from my younger siblings to prevent cleanup and hide if from my parents. That was until my siblings all grew out of diapers. I was classified as lazy and disgusting once I was caught wetting the bed. I was sent to numerous doctors who all said the same. Oh he will grow out of it. The only problem is, I didn’t. My previous wife (my daughter’s mother) had a bed wetting issue. So I introduced her to diapers for sanitary reasons. Initially it was great and we had a lot of fun with it but the glamour wore off and she refused to wear and chastised me for wanting to wear them. Again I was labeled gross and weird.

I never really had daytime issues and was mostly dry at night until about 4 years ago. I was working a 24 hour shift on an ambulance and while asleep I wet the bed. I was horrified. I now had to clean the bed that is shared with 2 other shifts and hide my wet clothes. (I always had a spare uniform with me on shift. You never know what kind of bodily fluids you can get on your clothes during a medical emergency.) My current wife was made aware of my issues early in our relationship and was accepting. We even had diapers at home in case I found the need to wear or have been drinking. After that incident it work the very next night I wet the bed at home. So I started wear diapers again at night. Mattresses aren’t very cheap.

I made an appointment with my primary care and was referred to a urologist. The urologist did all these different tests and couldn’t find out why I was leaking. She ended up prescribing me with an OAB med to try and limit urine production at night. As for work I immediately put in for a position in the office setting and was awarded a 911 dispatch shift at nights.

So for the past year I’ve been diapered at night where ever I sleep. It wasn’t so bad until about 6 months ago when while doing CPR on a patient I completely wet myself in the ER. Everyone was so apologetic but meanwhile I was completely embarrassed. To make matters worse I was brought a pair of paper pants and a pull-up to wear by the ER staff, “Just in case.” When I got home from my shift I went to take my pull-up off and noticed it was quite wet and didn’t recall actually using it. I wrote it off as maybe I forgot and just peed it. So I changed out of my uniform and into regular clothes. While sitting on the couch watching tv my wife came in and told said, “Uh honey, You’re wet.” I reached down and sure enough I was soaked along with the couch. I went to the bathroom to change and was provided a diaper and sweatpants by my wife. I love this woman. She is so accepting of me and wouldn’t know what to do without her.

Anyways. I fought for months to keep from wearing during the day and would have frequent accidents. She wouldn’t say anything but I could tell she was getting frustrated. I didn’t want to wear a diaper all day at 42 years old. Then one night when working I completely wet myself while in dispatch. Being that our dispatch center is recorded I had to break down and tell my director about my accident. She was also very supportive and offered any help she could.

Another call to another urologist ended in a different test. This time a biofeedback was completed and during the test I started leaking at approx 68.2mls. This is way lower than the typical capacity of an adult of 2-400mls. As he couldn’t see any reason why I was still leaking. He thinks it was a birth defect and my bladder has atrophied so much that I’ve outgrown it. During an IV dye test and MRI he also noticed my sphincters don’t operate properly. I was given a diagnosis of Urinary Incontinence secondary to Bladder Atrophy and Intrinsic Sphincter Deficiency.

I am having a hard time accepting this especially with my career as I still work on ambulance from time to time and am a active volunteer firefighter for my community. Just know that each and everyone that I follow helps me accept this a little more. It makes me happy that at least there are people out there who enjoy diapers and help try to normalize something that is so taboo. Thank you each and everyone of you.

[artaxerxesthegreat]

Happy Birthday, Darling

(Poly!Lost Boys x WOC!Reader)

A/N: I’ve been wanting to post this for at least a month, and this is only one of like… 5 (?) fics I’ve started with these boys, simply because I felt like I didn’t do their characters justice, and decided to binge read everyone else’s fics— by the by, love reading other peoples take on these vampire babies, it warms my heart and soul honestly. @beoneofus gave me the confidence (thank you babes) to actually finish this— this thing I’m calling a oneshot so here you all go, and I truly hope you like, and enjoy it.

A/N 2: Reader is Maria’s younger cousin, haven’t seen much of a family pairing with her so I figured ‘what the hey’, though the reader’s age isn’t mentioned, she is over 18, because I’m going based off of how old the boys’ actors were when they filmed the movie. (Alex was the youngest at 19)

A/N 3: Credit to GIF maker, I’m assuming it’s @tvneon

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, Cursing, violence (duh), reader has some attitude/anger problems, nothing our boys can’t handle, sass, suggestive comments, reader throws hands, the boys being themselves, reader has some body image issues, the boys loving her regardless, gets a bit spicy at the end, lip biting (?), turning into a vampire(?), smoking, cross fading, drinking blood, Paul putting David in his place, not beta read

Word count: 9370

Y/N glances at the clock to her right, counting the minutes until her cousin would get off of work. Why she decided to be at VideoMax two hours earlier than she was supposed to, was because she and Maria were going to go watch a movie later. It was Y/N’s birthday and she was dying to watch ‘Never Say Never Again’. Of course in her excitement, she got ready in the morning and lounged in Maria’s apartment with absolutely nothing to do and as the day went on, she simply couldn’t take being alone in the stuffy apartment.

So, throwing on her yellow converse and her ‘1 World One Tribe’ Martin Lawrence Jeff Hamilton leather jacket, she headed out the door to her car (that’s seen better days), and drove to VideoMax to see if time would move faster.

It didn’t.

“Uuuuugggghhhhh how much longer, Maria?” Y/N all but lays her upper body down on the counter, groaning with her dark brown curly hair falling over her face as Maria laughs at her baby cousin.

“Like I told you ten minutes ago, two hours babes.” Maria ruffles Y/N’s hair, quickly jumping out of the way of Y/N’s hand ready to swat the grin off her face.

“Don’t mess up my hair, it took me a long time to get it this good.”

“Why didn’t you just blow it out?”

“WhY DidN’T YoU jUsT BlOW iT OuT?” Y/N rolls her eyes picking herself off of the counter, “You know exactly why; I never would’ve left the bathroom and your shitty fire alarm would’ve gone off.”

Maria just smiles resuming her current tasks while Y/N groans again after stealing a glance at the clock, “This sucks! Why couldn’t you just take the day off?”

“You know exactly why; I have bills.” Maria grins at the glare Y/N sends her for throwing her words back at her, “You could just help me, it might help the time go by faster.”

Y/N squints her eyes looking at Maria with a disgruntled look, “And work for free? Hard pass.”

“Then get out from behind the counter, Y/N.” Maria shoots back, sending her a glare of her own.

Y/N sighs heavily as she lays her head back down on the counter with a bit too much drama, her forehead hitting the counter with a ‘thunk’. She smiles to herself when Maria’s laugh reaches her ears, and as she lifts herself once again, ready to fire back an insult at her cousin, she finds that Maria has left her previous spot in the comedy section.

“Yo, Maria. Where’d you go?” Y/N tries to see the black curly hair of her cousin in the rows of movie shelves, but being 5’3’’ and Maria being 5’ puts a limit on what she can see- especially if Maria is crunching on the floor. Y/N barely registers the sound of the entryway chiming to reveal new customers have entered the store, when a smooth tenor voice reaches her ears she turns with extreme confusion.

“Hey babe, how’s it going?”

Y/N turns with wide eyed confusion staring up at a blue eyed boy, wild long blonde hair and a striking smile. Blinking once she furrows her brow tilting her head at him; his smile never leaves his face, but it’s slowly faltering as the sound of silence fills the space for an awkward amount of time. Opening her mouth, Y/N tries to think of something to say; the boy smiles brightly thinking she’s going to be his form of entertainment for the night, but she comes up empty and just closes her mouth, blinks again and shouts loudly.

“MARIA?! SOME WEIRDO IS ASKING FOR YOU!” The boy jumps back not expecting the yell, and his friends begin to laugh at his reaction. Only then does Y/N see that he isn’t alone. A boy with platinum blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a dark ensemble, is standing next to a taller boy with dark hair and eyes, missing a shirt, and a shorter boy with curly blonde hair, the face of an angel, but with a smile of a devil in the most colorful jacket Y/N has ever seen. Feeling her heart skip a beat, she steps back shouting louder, “CORRECTION— SOME WEIRDOS! PLURAL!”

“Aye, Y/N stop shouting, you’re disturbing the other customers.” Maria rushes forward pushing Y/N out of the way with a scowl on her face.

“Then stop having weird friends.” Y/N snaps back leaning on the other counter trying to ignore the eyes following her every move, “Don’t look at them, don’t look at them, just don’t look!”

She looks.

The tall brunette just stares at her blankly, and then hits her with a smile that has her heart do a flip flop making her snap her head over at Maria, trying to ignore the feeling of heat rising on her face.

“Oh, it’s you guys. And here I thought it was someone important.” Maria smiles at the blonde despite the tone of her words. The blonde ignores it completely and just leans forward shamelessly flirting with Maria.

“What, do you have a new man in your life or something? Bet he’s not as great as I am.” He reaches out and plays with a lock of her hair. Y/N stares on with a look of disbelief mixed with disgust at the exchange before her; she’s so caught up in their flirting that she doesn’t notice that the curly haired blonde and tall brunette have come to her side of the counter.

“Yes, he is, and his name is Max. And he’ll be back in…” Maria glances at the clock pulling her hair out of his grasp, “In 14 minutes, Paul.”

“A lot can happen in 14 minutes, baby.” He sends her a wink making her giggle like a schoolgirl as she shakes her head pushing him off of the counter.

Y/N groans rolling her eyes not hiding the sound of her gagging, as she’s turning to look down at her counter she bumps her head against someone else’s. Moving back quickly, she ready’s an apology but it stops short when she sees it's the curly haired boy.

“Sorr— uuuuuhhhhh.” She looks back to where he was standing before, and then back at him, “Weren’t you…over there…?” He just smiles widely with danger dancing in his eyes, making Y/N lean away from him, “Rrrriiigggghhht, okay. Maria?”

“Hm?”

Y/N pulls Maria away from the counter not taking her eyes off of the boys as they watch her just as intently. Leaning to her cousin she whispers, “I don’t feel safe and I’m not happy. Also, why are you friends with criminals?”

“Oh my god, Y/N, they aren’t criminals. Just a couple of rebels, that’s all.”

“Really? Cause from where I’m standing that one just swiped a lollipop. Last I checked, that's stealing.” Y/N folds her arms looking down at her cousin.

“How is it that I’m the older cousin, but you treat me like I’m the baby?” Maria tilts her head with sass, ignoring every word Y/N just said. The two are locked in a glaring contest, and after a few seconds Y/N sighs hanging her head.

“Fine, whatever. Just hurry up so we can go to the movies.”

“Can’t, I’m still on the clock for the next hour and forty five minutes.”

Y/N balls her fists, brushing past Maria to walk out the door doing her best to avoid the boys blocking her way— it didn’t work. She’s stopped by the platinum blonde, who just stares down at her with a dark gaze, making her feel small and powerless. He smirks as Y/N basically folds in on herself, before reaching his hand out for a handshake causing her to jump back.

“David.”

Y/N stares at his hand before looking up at him and then back to his hand, scoffing, she glares back at him, “Didn’t ask, don’t care.”

Pushing between him and the rocker blonde, she exits through the small space they made, briskly walking out of the video store. With her heart hammering in her chest she looks over her shoulder to make sure they aren’t following her— and they aren’t. Promptly stopping, she leans against one of the buildings in the strip letting out a shaky breath.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod! Why did I do that?! Oh shit, I could’ve died! What the hell is wrong with you Y/N?!” She slides down to the floor since her legs have turned to jelly as the adrenaline leaves her body, “All he did was introduce himself, why were you rude?! Aye Dios mio.”

The sound of laughter has her turn her head in the direction of the video store, where the four boys exit— the two blondes are pushing and shoving each other while the other two walk out calmly. Her heart picks up at the sight of them and David turns his head to her, piercing blue locking with fearful dark brown.

“OKAY! That’s not weird at all!” A sadistic smile finds its way to David’s face and Y/N swears her heart stops for a few seconds, “I’m so dead!”

Now Y/N hasn’t been very religious, but she finds herself praying to Jesus, Joseph, Mary and all the saints at the exact same time. It was a mess of names and words mixed in English and Spanish as time seemed to stand still with their locked gazes.

David is the first to look away, but only to light his cigarette, unfortunately for him in the short amount of time it took to do that, Y/N is gone— running into the crowd entering the boardwalks amusement park.

Smirking to himself, he nods in the direction Y/N ran in, “Marko.”

Marko ceases all roughhousing with Paul and looks at David with a devilish smile. Not needing any further instructions he slips into the crowd to hunt for the girl.

……

Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes following her, but every time she looked over her shoulder, she couldn’t see anyone in particular watching or following her. Shaking her head, she continues to walk through the boardwalk making random turns and double backing just to be on the safe side. After a while the feeling leaves and she breathes out a sigh of relief getting in the line for the Giant Dipper— if she had to wait for Maria, she might as well try to have fun.

As she nears the front of the line, the feeling returns and when she turns around she is face- to- face with the curly haired one. His smile ever present on his face as he chews on his thumb nail.

“Oh shit!” She stumbles back bumping into the people behind her, who turn around annoyed, sending her a glare. The angel-faced boy grabs her wrist pulling her to his side, moving his hold to her waist, sending them a glare of his own. The couple look between Y/N and the boy offering a meek apology— much to Y/N’s dismay— and turn back to the front, stepping forward to create more space for the two of them.

Neither Y/N nor the boy say anything as the line moves forward as an attendant shows them to their seat rides. The pair sit in the very front car, which Y/N finds odd since there was a couple in front of them, but chooses not to voice it as the curly haired one pulls the lever down over their laps locking them in.

Y/N tries to work up the courage to say something— anything, to say this guy, but every time she opens her mouth she’s stopping herself.

“I mean, how do you ask someone if they’re following you, without asking if they’re following you?” Closing her eyes she clears her throat ready to ask, when the ride starts to move forward, opening her eyes she sucks in a breath, at the height they’re being pulled up to.

“This was a bad idea.” She mainly whispers to herself as the ride picks up speed turning this way and that, all but slamming her into the cart and into the boy. Holding onto the railing for dear life she closes her eyes feeling the wind hit her face as she tries not to scream in terror. Unlike her, the boy is having the time of his life— screaming, laughing and… shaking the cart? Y/N opens her eyes looking at him as he does in fact shake their cart from side to side, “ARE YOU INSANE?!”

Y/N shrieks as the boy throws his hands up screaming happily, with new found nerves she punches him in his ribs as hard as she can causing him to groan at the unexpected impact. Clutching his side he looks at her with a seriousness she didn’t think was possible for him to have.

Thankfully for her, he began shaking the cart towards the end of the ride; before anything else could happen, the ride was over, and she scrambles out of the cart running to the exit and into the crowd once again.

Marko jumps out of the cart reaching out to grab her, but she slips out of his reach as she slides between two passerbys; growling in frustration as he weaves through the crowd trying to find her ‘1 World One Tribe’ jacket. Stepping out into the open he looks in both directions not seeing her anymore.

“Fuck.”

Opening his mind, he informs the others of what just transpired.

“What do you mean she got away?”

“I mean she got away, David. She punched me in the ribs and then just disappeared.” He rubs his side wincing slightly as heat radiates from the spot, “That shit fuckin’ hurt. I can’t find her dumb jacket anywhere either.”

“Just sniff her out dipshit.”

“I have, Paul! She’s just gone! She’s like, brushing against some many people, it's hard to pinpoint where she went. Fuck!”

“… Found her.”

“What?! Where?! Where Dwayne?!… Dwayne?” Marko lets out a frustrated sigh seeking out his brothers instead, “Damn why’d she hit me so hard?”

……

Y/N rushes back into VideoMax almost running into a customer who’s leaving the store, both Max and Maria stare at her wide eyed as she leans against the counter catching her breath.

“Y/N, what the hell? Are you okay?”

“No…. No Maria I— whew! Oh god, I haven’t run like that since high school… -oh geez! Wow, ugh my lungs hurt so bad.” She lays her head on the cool counter as Max and Maria share a glance, “I hit someone, and I didn't want to know what would happen next so I dipped.”

“You hit someone?!” Both Max and Maria spoke at the same time, shock evident on their faces.

“Yeah, the curly haired one.” She barely raises her head from the counter to look at the two, and just opts to take the time to gather herself. She winces as the burning in her lungs travels to her throat and a wave of dizziness hits her. Swallowing thickly she regrets sprinting from the boardwalk all the way to Max’s store, she didn’t even stop at the crosswalk for fear that the moment she stopped running, the boy would grab and pull her into a dark alley and do whatever he wanted to her.

“‘The curly haired one?’” Maria looks at Max with confusion before looking out the door to see Dwayne standing across the way. Then it clicks, “You don’t mean Marko, do you?”

“I don’t know his fucking name. And I wasn’t staying to ask.” Y/N glares up at Maria, “He was the one with the colorful jacket, hazel eyes, face of an angel smile of the devil… bites his thumb. That guy.”

Maria hangs her head letting out an exasperated sigh, “Yeah, that’s Marko. Y/N, why would you hit him?”

“He was trying to kill us! He kept shaking our cart.” The two blink at her with new found confusion making Y/N sigh, “We were on the Giant Dipper and he started shaking the cart- I’m not lying when I say it felt like it was going to detach from the tracks, that little asshole tried to kill us and so I punched him… in the ribs… hard. Look, my knuckles are still red.”

Max winces at the sight of her hand, “Let me see if I have something in the back for your hand.”

“Y/N, why can’t you just find a peaceful way to approach things?” Maria snaps, shaking her head at her cousin.

“Why can’t you have friends that aren’t homicidal maniacs?” Y/N snaps back sneering at Maria.

“Aye tu!” She pushes Y/N away from the counter, “Go stand outside and cool off.”

“Whatever.” Y/N sticks her tongue out stumbling outside and walks to the bench across from the video store, not once seeing Dwayne. “How am I always the bad guy? That idiot was shaking the fucking ride, but I’m the bad guy. Yeah right, okay.”

“You alright?”

Y/N jumps at the voice that comes from next to her, “Not another one.”

Dwayne just smiles at her reaction and holds out an ice pack for her hand, she squints at it and then up at him, holding her hand closer to her body, “I’m good.”

He places it between them and looks out at the dark waves hitting the beach, sitting further back on the bench she continues to watch Dwayne with untrusting eyes.

“Where is he?” Her words were sharp and right to the point as she glared at the brunette. He lazily tilts his head to her, his hair fanning around his face is what takes her breath away; she was so caught up in his beauty that she almost missed his question.

“Where’s who?”

“The…” Blinking quickly, Y/N takes a breath looking around her surroundings seeing if she can spot him. Not seeing the demon child with gold locks she answers him, “Marko? That’s his name right?”

Dwayne gives her a wolfish smile, making her heart pick up again causing her to wonder if she was worrying about the wrong person. His smile was so animalistic that Marko’s mischievous smile was so much nicer than she had originally thought. In fact, she wished it was Marko that found her instead, besides it’s not like he’d actually kill her… right?

“Come on, trouble-maker! Let’s go to the movies!” Maria’s voice pulls her attention. Both Dwayne and Y/N turn to look at Maria, who throws her hands up in a ‘lets go’ gesture making Y/N roll her eyes, Y/N stands up before looking down at Dwayne.

His wolfish smile is gone, making Y/N wonder if she imagined the whole thing. With an awkward air she clears her throat as she stands up, “Um… thanks.”

He raises a brow at her and she points to the ice pack next to him. Nodding his head he gets up at walks towards the boardwalk, presumably to where his friends are. Y/N catches herself staring at him as he saunters away, shaking her head she starts chastising herself, “Stop it Y/N, he’s just a guy. They’re all just dumb guys… cute, but dumb.”

Dwayne smirks as he hears Y/N’s words and reaches the boys with a pep in his step. David leans against his bike squinting at Dwayne’s good mood raising a brow.

“She thinks we’re cute.” He supplies shrugging his shoulders as the other three stare at him with varying expressions; Paul smiles proudly laughing as he looks to Marko, who smiles with a furrowed brow glancing to David, who keeps a neutral face waiting for more information.

“That’s it?” David’s patience wears thin as Dwayne nods looking at the people walking up and down the boardwalk, “Well no shit, Dwayne.”

“She’s also going to the theater with Maria.” He tilts his head to David revving his bike.

Flicking his cigarette, David smirks revving his own bike, “Who wants to catch a movie?”

The boys chuckle as they peel off of the boardwalk and towards the theater.

……

“I still don’t understand why you would punch him, Y/N.” Maria grabs the snacks as Y/N hands the clerk their tickets, rolling her eyes at Maria’s words.

“Because he-”

“-He almost killed you, yes you’ve said that—” The clerk sends the girls a quick glance, clearly confused about their conversation, but both ignore him walking into the theater room.

“-Then why is that so hard for you to believe?” Y/N whispers harshly, taking her bag of popcorn and soda from Maria, who turns around swiftly, almost causing Y/N to bump into her.

“Do you know how much power it takes to knock a rollercoaster cart off the tracks?”

“…A lot— but!” Y/N raises her voice slightly when Maria holds up a finger stopping any more words from Y/N.

“No. No more, as soon as you see him you better apologize.” Turning back around Maria doesn’t wait for Y/N to follow and sits in a random aisle.

“I’m not apologizing.” Y/N mumbles sitting four aisles behind Maria glaring at the back of her head. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

If the lights were up it would be almost comical, the pouting face Y/N wore which quickly turned into a scowl at the thought of Marko. There’s no way any of this was her fault, she hadn’t been the one shaking the ride. It was that annoyingly adorable angel-faced demon child, with wonderful hazel eyes that was being the little punk ass bitch, not her.

How could someone so innocent looking be so, so… uuuuggghhhh?!

It didn’t make sense, and why was he even following her in the first place? She didn’t do anything to warrant his attention, she couldn’t figure out for the life of her, why he zeroed in on her. Surely he could occupy his time with other girls on the boardwalk, like the ones that actually seemed interested in him. She wasn’t blind, she saw how women passing by the Giant Dipper line were raking their eyes over his form- undressing him with their eyes like they’ve never seen a person of the opposite sex before.

Hell even a few guys were getting their fill of him, and he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he seemed to relish all the attention, sending cheeky grins and winks here and there, making people trip or look away blushing.

“Ugh he’s not even that cute…” Y/N says as if she’s trying to convince herself otherwise, “So what he has blonde hair, there are a lot of blonde people in the world, it’ll probably turn brown or something as he gets older. Who cares about hazel green eyes- I don’t… even if green is one of my favorite colors…” She closes her eyes trying to come up with an actual negative to Marko, “… I hate his face.”

“I don’t know, I think he looks pretty good.” She turns her head to the left at the sound of a voice whispering next to her. Squinting, she tries to make out the face of this rando next to her; the room is illuminated by the lights from the movie, revealing the wild haired blonde from the video store. Y/N sucks in a breath, snapping her head forward praying she’s just seeing things, sneaking a peak back at the blonde, he flashes her a winning smile making her breathe shakily.

“If he’s here, then that means…” Slowly she turns her head to the right, and sure enough the curly blonde is next to her. Marko doesn’t spare her a glance, but smirks as he watches the movie on the screen hearing her let out a small whimper. She leans forward about to call out to Maria, when he clasps his hand over her mouth, tugging her back into her seat. Leaning over to her Marko uses his free hand to place his index over his lips, whispering in her ear.

“Sssshhh, don't want to be too loud, now do you… Y/N.”

Wide eyed and brimming with tears, she sits back trying to think of another way to get Maria’s attention. While she’s wrecking her brain for some kind of solution, Paul reaches his hand over taking a handful of popcorn, smirking at Y/N’s glare.

“‘Whe’lly?” She mumbles from behind Marko’s hand.

“Huh? Can’t understand you babe.” Paul chuckles as Y/N’s glare darkens and she flips him off.

“Fu’g y’u!”

“Huh?” Paul mockingly leans closer to Y/N, who rolls her eyes sitting back in her seat, trying to watch the movie. Just then a black gloved hand comes over her left shoulder reaching into her popcorn, before she can look behind her she hears David whisper in her ear.

“For someone who can’t talk, you are really loud. It’s kind of annoying.” He retracts his hand with a fist full of popcorn and that does nothing but make Y/N’s heartbeat faster.

Quickly glancing over her right shoulder she sees Dwayne, who gives her a sympathetic smile. Whimpering, she turns back around trying to focus on the film.

It takes some time, but she finally begins to relax— even with Marko’s hand still on her mouth— and picks up her soda to take a sip, knocking on the back of his hand. Turning his head to her, she raises a brow shaking her soda, making him grin widely, he leans over to take a sip from her soda. She pulls the cup away from him, resulting in him taking the stray while she sends muffled obscenities his way. The two blondes fall over with laughter which draws the attention of the other people in the theater, there’s scattered ‘sh’s’ and harshly whispered ‘shut up’s’ but the only one who turns around with a death glare of sorts, is Maria.

Y/N feels hope bubbling up in her chest as Maria looks over each of the boys, her eyes linger on Marko’s hand covering Y/N’s mouth and glancing at both blondes she shakes her head giving Y/N a playful eye roll and turns back to the screen.

Y/N sits there shellshocked, deflating instantly leaning back in her seat sighing deeply. The boys snicker at her, huffing she smacks Marko’s hand away glaring down at her popcorn; looking up at Maria’s head she slowly smiles as she takes a handful throwing it at the back of Maria’s head. She barely holds back a laugh as a few pieces get stuck in her cousin’s hair. The three of them snicker and giggle as Maria begins to feel around her hair looking up at the ceiling checking for a leak of some kind.

Pulling out a piece of popcorn Maria turns around glaring at the trio, Y/N instantly points at both Paul and Marko and they in turn point at her. Getting up from her seat, she moves to the row in front of the trio and sits in front of Y/N with a raised brow.

“I didn’t do it. I know better, plus you also know where I live. I like living, Mar- Mar.” Y/N wastes no time in covering for herself, leaving Maria to shift her eyes between the ‘Terror Twins’. Both boys look at Y/N with open mouths at her blatant lie, but neither can hide the look of respect they have for her either, as she turns her attention to the movie straight faced. Not knowing who to blame, Maria takes a hand full of her popcorn throws some at Y/N, who gasps at the action, throws some at Paul who tries to catch it in his mouth, and lastly at Marko who just giggles, popping the pieces that fell into his lap into his mouth.

“Since I don’t know who did it, you all get punished.” Maria whispers, turning to face the movie screen, leaving Y/N to make faces behind her head, making the boys bust out laughing.

An annoyed voice from the other side of the theater yells, “Oh my god! WILL YOU SHUT UP!”

“WILL YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING FACE?!” Maria spins around to face Y/N with wide eyes, as she yells back at the patron. Y/N was about to stop when Paul started to hype her up, so she continued, “SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO WATCH A MOVIE. DICK!”

“Aye, we are so getting kicked out of here.” Maria rests her head against the back of the chair as the patron gets out of their seat and out of the theater.

Y/N nods her head smiling while eating some popcorn, “Oh yeah. We’re never gonna be able to come back here. For sure.”

Maria smacks Y/N leg in retaliation for… well everything, and sends Paul and Marko a glare pointing at them, “This is your fault too.”

“Shouldn’t’ve invited your weird friends then.”

“I didn’t invite them.”

“…Well. This just got a lot creeper than it already was…” Y/N slumps in her chair sending Maria a face of awkwardness, before anyone can say anything further, a flashlight is shining down on all six of them.

“I’m going to have to ask the six of you to leave.” The attendant is visibly annoyed with an even more annoyed patron. Y/N wrinkles her nose at both men and scoffs getting up from her chair walking past Marko. The boys watch on with growing interest and excitement while Maria is having a panic attack at her baby cousin’s actions.

“Why?” She folds her arms, tilting her head giving both men a stoic expression, “We didn’t do anything wrong. We were just watching the movie. You can’t be mad that some people like to laugh in the theater.”

Everything happened pretty fast; the patron— a man of 6’ greasy and smells like stale salt water snatched the flashlight from the attendant, shined the light in Y/N’s face making her close her eyes, covering as much light with her hand as she can while he steps towards her, sneering as he does. Due to the black spots in her vision, Y/N only saw a blob of darkness moving towards her too fast for her liking, so like any sensible person, she used her free hand to make a fist, it shot out in front of her hitting the man…in the throat.

He falls back on the ground gasping for air like a fish, with the attendant begins to freak out not knowing what to do. Maria shouts in Spanish pushing Y/N out of the aisle, ushering her out of the theater; the boys on the other hand are laughing, and whopping as they walk past both men giving them looks of their own… It’s not hard to tell there are going to be a couple of missing posters up tomorrow.

“I can’t believe you punched him in the throat, Y/N!” Maria grabs Y/N turning to face her anger heavy in her features.

“It’s not my fault!” Y/N wrenched her arm out of Maria’s grasp, trying to put some distance between them. She knows how this is going to go, words will be exchanged, feelings will be hurt and both will be too prideful to apologize for the next few days; but with how Y/N is feeling right now at the moment she doesn't want to do something that will ruin the only relationship with family that she has.

“You punched him. IN THE THROAT!” Maria shouts trying to drive her point home. Y/N closes her eyes willing herself to hold back words of anger and tries to think logically. Her train of thought is disrupted by Marko and Paul rushing outside and throwing their arms over Y/N’s shoulders smiling at her proudly.

“Damn chica, you been holding out on us or what?”

“What?” Her anger is instantly replaced with confusion as she looks up at Paul’s smiling face.

“Yeah, you totally laid that guy out on his ass! It was pretty hot.” Marko chimes next to her, making her snap her head over to him.

“Wh— What?!”

“You have some quick punches there… kitten.” David takes out his pack of cigarettes studying Y/N’s face. He takes note of the timid expression she had to his compliment and then the quick switch to confusion and disgust as she processed his last word.

‘Kitten’.

“Oh, I know he did not—” She looks at Maria, letting out a humorless laugh, “He did NOT just call me… that is so gross.”

“Yeah, kitty’s got claws.” Paul ignores her words adding fuel to the fire as Y/N just closes her eyes, giving up completely.

“Whatever. Back to what we were talking about, it’s not my fault.” Y/N quickly holds up a finger stopping any words about to spill from Maria’s mouth, “AND! Before you try to interrupt me by shouting, ‘YoU pUNcHeD hIm iN tHe tHRoAT.’ I’d like to add that I could not have known it was his throat, as I could not see due to him flashing the light in my eyes and rushing towards me. It was a reflex.”

“He could die,Y/N.”

Y/N does her best to shrug her shoulders with the ‘Terror Twins’ basically hanging off of her, “Then he shouldn’t have shined the light in my eyes. He could’ve gotten away with a black eye, pero no, he decided to be a dick, ergo not my fault. Play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.”

Paul and Marko stare at Y/N like she hung the stars in the sky as she sassily tilts her head at Maria, waiting for her comeback. Both boys let out breathy laughs sharing a look with David and Dwayne who have smirks of their own.

“I think I’m in love.” Marko announces pulling Y/N closer to him while shoving Paul away from her. Y/N says nothing, staring at Maria with wide eyes and raised brows as the boys begin to tug her towards them like a rag doll.

“Okay, okay!” She manages to get out of their hands with the help of —Dwayne who smacks the back of both their heads— and fixes her jacket clearing her throat, “Ignoring that embarrassing and awkward declaration, can we just forget what happened and go get something to eat?”

“We can’t just dismiss this, Y/N.” Maria crosses her arms giving Y/N a straight face.

“Aye, come on Maria. The guy was a grade A asshole, someone was going to punch him in the throat someday.”

“Sure, but that ‘someone’ didn’t have to be you.” Maria starts to walk to her car leaving Y/N throwing her arms up in disbelief.

“You know what, fine! Whatever!” Y/N spins on her heel walking in the opposite direction towards the main road.

“Wait, where ya goin’ babe?” Paul calls out, as he looks at both girls retreating from each other. The boys can hear the sounds of sirens approaching, of course the authorities are still a ways away, they won’t be for long. Sharing one glance they follow behind Y/N, making a plan to get her back to the cave.

“For a walk!” She snaps barely sparing him a glance as she opens and closes her fists. She needed to let off some steam or she’d really fight someone. Her arm is grabbed by someone tugging her back around, pulling her fist back, she throws the punch right at David’s face, thankfully he was expecting it and catches her fist raising a brow at her, “S- sorry.”

“Quite the spitfire, aren’t you?” He pulls her fist down, but never lets her fist go watching her reaction to it. Her gaze lingers on his hand holding hers, but rolls her eyes not trying to be bothered by the random hand holding.

“I’ve been called worse, so I’ll let that one slide. Definitely better than ‘kitten’ blah!” She shivers as she repeats the word, “What do you want?”

“You.” David’s response is spoken with such plainness that Y/N stares at him for a solid minute making sure she heard him correctly.

Letting out a sigh of disbelief she tilts her head replaying their short conversation, “Um… what?”

“You heard me.”

“Hm yes, but I don’t think I heard you correctly.” She flicks her eyes down to their hands, where he’s started to rub small circles on her inner wrist. Realization dawns on her and she clears her throat avoiding eye contact with him, “Uuuuuuhhhhhh, well I’m uncomfortable.”

“Why?”

“Um well for one, I don't know you, and two, I— uh… don’t do… whatever the hell this,” She motions between them, and then points at Paul and Marko, “or what that is. I’m not about to be passed around by some random boys I met today, who decided to crash my birthday-day with my cousin.”

She pulls her hand from his grasp stepping away from him keeping her eyes on the ground. So many emotions and thoughts are flowing through her mind as she tries to put everything in a specific box to make sense of it all.

Is it possible for four guys— well definitely three— to like her?

Yes.

Would they fight for her, in front of her after meeting her for an hour?

No. No way. Normal people don’t do that.

Are they really ‘normal’ though?

…no… No they are not.

Why would they like her when they don’t even know her?

All they know is that she’s mouthy and angry; not the most attractive personality trait to be around… Well, they are punks, so it fits.

But why her?

Surely there were other girls out there that had a similar attitude to hers; similar and better looking. Why would they want to be with her? She was short, had unruly curly hair, and even though she isn’t considered fat she wasn’t considered slim either. She was awkward, even down to her body type, which she covered with baggy shirts and jackets.

Shoving her hands in her pockets she glances at Paul, then at Marko and Dwayne; all three have a face of hurt and confusion that tugs on her heart strings. Which, for the life of her she couldn’t figure out why. Shaking her head she begins scolding herself for what she’s about to do.

Holding her hand out to David, she looks up at him, “Y/N.”

Glancing down at her hand, and then back at her, he shoots back, “Didn’t ask, don’t care.”

“Mmmm yeah, I deserved that.” She bites the inside of her cheek, sending him a bashful glance, “Can we let bygones be bygones?”

The boys watch with bated breath as David stands motionless for three solid minutes watching Y/N intently. The sound of sirens is now heard by the group, Dwayne looks over his shoulder seeing the lights approaching fast. Setting his jaw he sends David a glare waiting for the blonde to speed things along.

“You sure that’s a good idea?” David tilts his head as he studies her face searching for any doubt in her face.

“Probably not, but I did just punch a guy in the throat, and according to my cousin that wasn’t a good idea, so I‘ll take my chances.”

Shrugging his shoulders he reaches out shaking her hand, “Careful what you wish for, spitfire.”

“Ditto, David.”

The two share a smirk, turning to the other three boys who let out howls of excitement and approval. Paul and Marko are at her sides in an instant ushering her to where they parked their bikes. Y/N hesitates as she looks at their bikes, knowing there is no way the two most hyper boys in this group were safe drivers, Dwayne stands behind her, leaning down to her ear.

“You’re better off riding with me.”

“Oh. Uh, yeah. Sure.” She jumps at the sudden sound of his voice, and the tickle of his breath on her ear. Climbing on the back of his bike, she awkwardly and hesitantly places her hands on his shoulders, making the boys laugh at her actions, embarrassed and flustered she snaps back at them, “I’ve never been on a bike before! I don’t know where I’m supposed to hold on!”

“Here.” He guides her hands to his waist chuckling at the incoherent words that come out of her mouth, “You’re gonna wanna hold on tight.”

Marko and Paul let out yells as they speed towards the beach, and Y/N latches on as soon as Dwayne moves forward. And boy is she glad she did, Dwayne may have been ‘better’ but he was by no means ‘safer’, all of them are letting howls, yells, and screams as they weave around on the beach, barely missing the people sitting around their little bonfires, purposely getting close to them and each other.

Closing her eyes, Y/N buries her face in Dwayne’s back, locking her arms around him as he seems to drive faster than before, passing Marko, who yells out in frustration. The ride becomes bumpy, as they enter the woods, Y/N feels herself get lifted in the air as Dwayne makes small jumps here and there due to the terrain; not that Y/N knew that, her head is tucked deep in her chest with her vice grip on Dwayne somehow getting tighter.

She doesn’t even see the fog roll in, or notice the quietness that fills the air around her. Even when Dwayne stops his bike, she stays in the same tucked in position, eyes screwed shut with the shallowest of breathing.

“You good, Y/N?” Dwayne barely turns around when Y/N squeezes his waist tighter, halting his movements.

“Awh man, you broke her.” Paul’s voice is behind her as he pokes her side, but she still doesn’t move.

“She looks so tiny!” Marko giggles next to her, bending forward trying to look at her face.

At this she does react.

“I AM TINY YOU MORON!” She snaps her head up, glaring at him taking a swing at him. He laughs jumping out of the way, and Paul takes this time to wrap his arms around her waist, picking her up and placing her on the ground. She growls at him, but he’s unbothered by it and just smiles suggestively at her, wiggling his brows in the process. Scoffing, she pushes him away from her, “Not even in your nightmares, pretty boy.”

“Let’s get inside.” David commands, holding his hand out to Y/N, and taking his hand the two walk to the wooden staircase littered with warning signs.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Y/N, wants to know if this is a good idea.” David comments with an amused tone, not turning around he continues, “Marko, this a good idea?”

“I don’t know.” Marko places his hand on Y/N’s shoulder pushing her forward, making her stumble on the old wooden stairs. She turns to glare at him and his grin is wicked as he looks back at Paul, “This a good idea Paul?”

“Wait a minute, who wants to know?”

At this point she just scoffs as they make fun of her and she catches up with David mumbling about boys being dumb and immature. David glances at her from over his shoulder as she lightly punches his shoulder, “You could’ve just said ‘yes’ or ‘no’, you didn’t have to mock me. Dick.”

Turning around he blocks the entrance to the chain link fence and leans into her personal space, staring deep into her eyes, “Now where’s the fun in that… Kitten?”

As much as she wanted to be angry at the nickname again, she just couldn’t be. Something about how he said this time was just different from before- probably because before, it didn’t send a warm tingling feeling down her spine and to her core. Breathing through her nose she does her best to look bored and unbothered, but the smirk growing on his face makes her falter, as if he knows exactly how she’s feeling. Hands rest on her waist making her look up at Paul who’s grinning from ear to ear; rolling her eyes, she takes his hands off of her, and motions for David to hurry up.

“You might wanna watch your step.” Is all the warning she’s given as they enter a dark cave.

“Or wHAT—” Y/N foot slips from under her as she loses her balance on some loose dirt and sand, her fall is stopped by hands hooking under her arms lifting her off of the unstable ground to the floor of the cave. With wide eyes she clears her throat glancing at Dwayne, then at David who is clearly unimpressed, “… Or I’ll fall. Got it.”

“You alright, Y/N?” Dwayne’s voice is obviously amused, and Y/N prepares a retort for him, but when she looks back at him, her voice is nonexistent as he looks down at her with concerned eyes.

Marko sneaks next to Y/N and gives both Dwayne and Y/N a smirk, “Think you broke her again, dude.”

“I am NOT broken!” This time Marko doesn’t move out of the way of her fist, as she punches him straight in his sternum, “Son of bitch, owwww!”

“Next time you might wanna punch me, try it where it actually hurts me and not you.” Marko cackles as Y/N gets ready to kick him where the sun doesn’t shine, “Stay still so I can kick your balls!”

Laughter fills the cave as Marko moves around the couch as he taunts Y/N, calling her names, sticking his tongue out at her— anything to her to chase him.

“You are such a child.” After a good 30 or 40 minutes of chasing Marko, Y/N opts to glare at him, but the smile on her face betrays her as she sits on the couch next to Paul, who is smoking a blunt. Being the good host he is, Paul offers her a hit which she gladly takes, earning ‘whoops’ of approval for taking a long drag. She almost made it without coughing, but their little celebration made her laugh, so choking on the smoke in her lungs she leans forward shaking her head, “I didn’t realize—… didn’t realize that was worth celebrating.”

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen someone other than Paul take a hit like that.” Dwayne takes a hit, smirking at the pair on the couch— well they were a pair until Marko decided to sit in Y/N’s lap. Without much protest, Y/N just groans and rolls her eyes, her body completely hidden by Marko’s. The only part of her that’s seen is her legs and her right hand as she silently asks for the blunt.

“Yeah, well if I’m hangin’ with you all I need to be high. Only way to get there is by taking a long ass hit.” Bringing the blunt to her lips she attempts to take a longer hit than before, and Paul is enamored; he isn’t even high yet, but he feels like he’s on cloud nine simply watching Y/N smoke the way she is. His mouth hangs open slightly, as his blue eyes stare at the girl dreamily as he fixes himself in his seat earning a knowing look from Marko. Dwayne chuckles at them, raising a suggestive brow at Paul, who flips him off failing to hide his own smile.

David sits in his throne watching the rest of his pack interact with Y/N and he knows there’s no way she’s going back to her normal life— not when she meshes so well with his boys. She has the attitude, the spunk, the sass, and can hold her own; she can take a joke, and knows when she’s had enough and when she’s not totally in control of the situation. Also having the guts to sass David to his face, and know when she’s out for the count stirred something inside him; he needed her to be one of them— she was what they were missing.

“Marko!” All eyes shift to David as he waits for Marko to fulfill his silent command. Smirking, Marko gets off of Y/N’s lap and retrieves a bedazzled wine bottle, presenting it to David. The air shifts in the cave as David pops open the cork smelling the wine, Y/N is too high to really care for his dramatic swig, but as she watches as utter bliss falls on his features she realizes that she’s in desperate need of a drink.

“Drink this, Y/N.” David hands Marko the bottle, watching Y/N’s face intently, “Be one of us.”

The bottle is placed in her hands, but for some reason it weighs a ton to her. Her arms are tingling and a slightly numb feeling settles in her hands, causing her to almost drop the bottle; with quick reflexes, Marko grabs the bottle and brings it to his lips taking in as much wine as he can. He almost spits it out due to a laugh ready to escape him, because Y/N looks 100% pissed off at him for stealing her only relief to cotton mouth. Nudging her knees apart, he nestles his right knee quite comfortably against her clothed core, shifting ever so slightly to hear the small gasps that fall from her lips. He hands Paul the bottle, and placing that hand on the back of the couch for support, he cards his fingers in her tangled curls getting a good grip, tugging her head back.

Her mouth falls open in a gasp which is promptly cut off by Marko’s mouth as he funnels the wine down Y/N’s throat in a breathtaking kiss. Some wine slips from the corner of her mouth, but the majority is swallowed as their tongues dance around each other, teeth scraping against teeth ending with a tug on her bottom lip as he pulls away from her, so she can breathe.

Y/N’s eyes are hooded as the wine and weed mix into her system giving her an otherworldly feeling; she feels like she’s outside her body, seeing everything from the outside-in. The room seems to spin and turn over on itself, the sound of her heartbeat thumps in her ears at a calming pace, warmth spreads through her blood seeping into her bones replacing that numbness with something else— something primal and electrifying.

It doesn’t fully hit her until Paul’s tongue is dragging up her neck to the corner of her mouth, licking away remnants of spilt wine. Turning her head, their kiss is sloppier than Marko’s as they become a mess of saliva and hands grabbing whatever they can, but as soon as her jacket comes off, Paul is lifted off of her by Marko who pushes his blonde brother towards the entrance of the cave. Paul protests, but Y/N is too busy staring at David to care; a fuddled stare is met with an observing one.

The only thing Y/N can hear is her own heavy breathing and blood rushing in her ears, but even as she looks at David’s unmoving mouth, she swears she heard him say,

“Go get something to eat, I’ll stay with her.”

Dwayne walks behind the couch hooking his hand under her jaw, tilting her head back giving her the most sensual, passionate and mind numbing kiss she’s ever had in her life. Tilting her head back more she reaches for the base of his neck pulling him closer allowing his tongue to graze hers, Dwayne’s free hand trails down her arm leaving goosebumps in its path. Reluctantly he stands up licking his lips as he watches her eyes track the movements of his tongue. Smiling at her, he shoots David a quick glance before sauntering to the entrance of the cave in a way that has her following his retreating form. Even though she can’t see him anymore, she stays in her position half off of the couch looking after Dwayne. She didn’t even hear the spurs from David’s boots, but instead feels the shift in weight on the couch. Turning around she’s face to face with David who tracks his eyes across her blissed and cross faded face, it’s amusing how she seemed to go from mouthy to horny and quiet in such a short amount of time.

Leaning back, David takes the wine bottle bringing it up to his lips watching as Y/N watches with unadulterated lustful eyes, chuckling as he knocks it back and grabs her jaw, moving to hover over her. He’s met without resistance as he spills the wine into her open mouth like a small waterfall. Y/N does her best to drink all the wine, but as it fills her mouth, it pours out of the sides of her mouth since David didn’t bother to release the wine slowly. By the time he’s basically spit the wine into her mouth, her jaw, neck and shirt are wet from spilt wine. Pulling back David tilts his head tutting at her, swallowing the last bit of his wine-spit, Y/N leans her head back on the armrest of the couch with closed eyes feeling the sweet tangy liquid roll down her throat, to her stomach, spreading out to her limbs. The euphoria is so strong she lets out a moan as if she’s being fucked out of her mind, this has David pulling her to lay down flat on the couch as he licks and sucks on her neck, pressing his hips into hers every time she lets out a sound of pleasure, or squeezes her legs around his waist.

Willing himself away from her, he gazes down at her as she tugs on his jacket trying to pull him back down, letting out a laugh he sits back raising a brow at the whine she gives him coupled with a pout that has him regret that he didn’t go get something to eat too.

“Shit…” David shakes himself from the grasp of his own lust looking to the entrance of the cave, waiting to hear his boys coming back from their hunt. Another whine from Y/N pulls his attention back to her as she shifts in her spot tugging on her shirt, “They need to get back here now.”

“David~. Please.”

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.

.

“Fuck it.”

Climbing back on top of Y/N, he captures her lips with his, quickly taking control, growling as her hands find their way into his hair. His jackets are tossed somewhere in the cave, and as he’s getting ready to rip open her shirt—

“DUDE!” David flinches at the sound of Paul’s voice shouting in his head, groaning David rolls his eyes in annoyance before pulling away from Y/N.

“Dude. Seriously?” Is all Marko asks with heavy disappointment David hasn’t heard from the curly blonde ever.

“Not cool, man.” He can see Dwayne shaking his head glaring down at him for clearly taking advantage of the situation.

“What? She asked nicely.” He smirks at the chorus of ‘NAH MAN’s’ and ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP’s’. Looking down at Y/N, she’s all but fallen asleep from the mixture of weed, wine and excitement. Her chest rises slowly indicating that she’s in deep sleep, making a smile appear on David’s face.

“Just don’t do anything to her anymore, man.” David raises a brow at Paul’s command, but ignores it knowing Paul was right in this instance.

“Soon you’ll be just like us.” Moving Y/N’s hair out of her face David listens as her heartbeat begins to slow down until it’s almost nonexistent, leaning down he presses a kiss into her cheek whispering her ear, “Happy birthday, Darling.”

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Part 2: Just Turned Immortal

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X-Force #37

“Time for the big reveal of the main villain that we’ve all been waiting for!” Yeah…the main villain that I literally only learned about last issue, oh yeah so much anticipation (I kid (somewhat) because yes I only started reading this at #29 or whenever)

Anywhos, we pick up where we left off. Beast bragging how he’s so smart for letting the bad guy steal a respawning egg that he totally can’t use and they can use to track him (spoiler: that failed, bad guy is winning, beast is terrible). Deadpool is bored, Arkady stares at a walk in between throwing Wade off a waterfall (see my previous post about that). Then this

1) we are still allergic to editorial boxes cause Dom’s referencing things still

2) kinda interesting Arkady is included in the scene about ‘reawakening lost memories’ after I went off about the wall maybe referencing Weapon X-Force. And no he did not *need* to be in this scene, Sage and Beast were not in the waterfall break room, he didn’t need to follow Dom in there.

We spend a bunch of time with our villain, since you know, gotta establish the newly introduced bad guy’s motivations.

Ok I won’t harp about Arkady’s coils having nothing to do with his biology, since it seems Logan’s metal and Wade’s costume were cloned too…I will however question why Dom is the only one with clothing (Wade excluded). But also, yet another shot of (an) Arkady in a tank naked with well placed bubbles lol

Wait a second that’s an editorial box!! Wth! You get this was important to site, but all of Dom’s stuff isn’t??? Did Dom’s stuff actually all happen off panel to begin with and that’s why we get no reference notes?

Oh the memo answers my questions about how if the kid was a baby he aged so fast. But wow, he was one of the ‘here it’s your problem now’ babies. Like wow. The island of stupid’s childcare system is still just as terrible if genetic terrorists can steal babies.

So Dom gets a mind meld to get her missing memories back to help them find the bad guys. One would think those would’ve been permanently deleted by now…

Oh peacock man is making mutants for Mikhail…because that’s such an important plot point…but wait I thought he wanted to make super humans?

We get our bad guy’s backstory. He’s a clone, created by the Genengineer (or however that’s spelt), a guy I’ve never heard of and I’m too lazy to look it up right now. Basically he was being Dr Moreau but with mutants instead of animals, and peacock man has mega levels of clone angst about it so thus is doing the same exact thing. Yeah. Not really that compelling. *shrugs*

The gang heads for the bad guys

Awww friends sharing secrets lol. But seriously I wonder what Arkady did actually whisper, and if Wade’s just hamming it up to annoy him.

Omr another caption box. Now I’m really confused why nothing Dom says about her time being peacock man’s pincushion was sited.

But our chapter ends with the gang arriving in the island to be ambushed by skinless monkeys (are they in dnd now??) and peacock man revealing his super Frankenstein hybrid of X-Force members and…it’s far less silly than the one from that cover, but it’s still terribly silly.

Overall this was serviceable I guess. It did info dump a lot about the villain all at once, but if the final act so I guess it’s the time too. Kinda annoying though that the only plots going on in the X-books lately are either “The Island if Stupid has infighting” or “Crazy scientist is making super mutants” because yeah…X-Force has the same base plot as Sabretooth/Exiles right now.

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the only problem is my motivation and shit? like I'm always so determined to do something but that only lasts for max 2 weeks and then it's GONE💀💀 i lost motivation to post so fast ong

but now it's back👹 ALSO CONGRATS ON 800 FOLLOWERS!! 💗💗 gidle would say you're a queencard (and u are)

anyway now back to "chou's awesome life updates and what not", 1) i got accepted into a school that trains me to become a social assistant so daycare chou is in the making!! and 2) i have like 2 weeks vacation rn (one is already used up i might cry)

ALSO I GOT A NEW KITTEN!! AND HE HAS A SMILEY PATTERN ON HIS FUR ON HIS BACK AND HE'S SOOOO CUTE!!!!!! my mom called him happy because it's "easier and smoother to say than smiley" (she's too lazy to move her mouth too much, such an icon)

theres only 1 issue with that- i have a female dog (coco) and they get along well! but she's kinda starting to get into her mom feels?? like happy is trying to drink milk from her (well he's nibbling at her titties to be exact) and now cocos protection instinct is kicking in💀💀 we also have another cat (boo, he's grown tho) and whenever boo and happy want to play coco chimes in and tries to protect happy from boo. so now me n mom need to get her out of that mindset🥴🥴🥴

ANYWAY HERE'S PICTURES OF THEM

cocos picture is idk 3 years old but WHATEVERRRRRRR

btw have you already checked if your predictions for zb1's comeback were correct? i'm curious ngl

:0 aaaaah i cant wait to see what youre going to post!!!

BRO IM EXACTLY THE SAME LIKE???? i remember when i started this blog i was writing so much but now idk i still like it but im in period where i kinda dont want write......... not that i dont want actually, i just open the draft, write 3 sentences and gtfo

but im so glad u got the motivation back!!!! AND THANK YOU HEHE UR A QUEENCARD TOO 🫦

and cONGRATULATIONS FOR THE SCHOOL!! when do u start? enjoy ur vacation bestie 🙏🏼

sTOOOOP NAMING THE KITTEN HAPPY IS JUST SO CUTE + THE FACT HE HAS A LITTLE SMILE SHAPE IS EVEN MORE

what kind of situation is this why did ur dog adopt happy ��😧😧😧 COCO U R A DOG!!! DOGS CANNOT MOTHER CATS!!!!! but yk i have something similar with this. i have a dog and two cats. the first cat is the mother of the second but yk once the kitten is weaned the mom and the baby no longer recognize each other this way...... so it happens that they fight. however the youngest cat became bestie with my dog like they nap together and the cat follow us when i walk my dog outside. so when the cat fights with her mom the dog just straight up jumps in 💀💀💀

but you'll see!! eventually when happy will grow older it might change

(crying at the pics cuz they're so cute)

i had to go back to find the predictions omg i totally forgot abt them. basically :

zb1 will not get a first win with their debut : it's been only week so we cannot really tell if this one was right or not. however i still think they won't get that first win with in bloom, considering the competition they're facing......

haobin will have the most line and gyuvin, yujin, and matthew the less : was right for everyone but matthew!! gunwook and jiwoong have fewer lines than him.

they will get +10m views on the first day : no they werent even close 🙏🏼 kinda surprised abt this considering kep1 had a lot on the first day and zb1 seemed to have a more anticipated debut

wbu? did you listen to the album now? what do u think abt it?

[television-pil0t]

I be goin though my page 2 hours after posting like “damn girl what happened to you” completely forgetting I have bpd 💀💀 once second I want my bf to fucking die, the next I want to kill myself, the next I’m throwing up having a severe panic attack, the next im begging for my bf to fucking TALK TO ME, the next im like “the fuck am I begging for a white mans attention when I can literally just go fuck LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE?! I’m incredibly attractive and don’t deserve to be treated like this and I won’t stand for it any more I’m gonna break up with him” then I’m like “lol nah he said he loves me false alarm guys” then I’m like “god hates me and my punishment and this” then I’m like “I’m so happy I love being alone” then I’m like “WHY AM I SO ALONE I JUST WANNA BE HAPPY” then I’m like “I never wanna speak to a single person ever again” then I’m like “all my friends hate me and I’m alone and gonna kms.

Bpd is crazy💀 sometimes I genuinely doubt I have it but writing this shit down has helped so much. I swear to god if I didn’t have this page I would have been single because I probably would have split on my bf and I would’ve been lonely from cutting off my friends.

I swear this account genuinely helps so much. Like I communicate with my bf but he doesn’t have to know when I literally cut myself because he’s not paying enough attention to me. That’s fucked up and weird. I don’t want him to know when i think he’s annoying and weird and off putting and when im genuinely mad at him because he goes through the same shit every year and calls it “healing” as if he doesn’t cry about the same shit every year and I’m fucking sick and tired it. Im never telling him that because thats so fucked up??

I know my thoughts and feelings are fucked but I can hide them and move on so much better when I say it here. Like I’m getting my anger out BUT NOT ON HIM. So he isn’t “scared to talk to me” anymore. Like. I want him to talk to me. It’s so infuriating when I see him post and hang up and do this and that and only show me love from 10-12pm and I know sometimes is wrong but he doesn’t tell me. It’s more than infuriating I wanna beat this shit outta him. Yet like it’s my thing to type shit here and hid it from him he can do the same thing and I’m not gonna trip about it. He probably feels the same way. I swear every since we started dating I genuinely think he has bipolar disorder but I’d literally never bring that up unless he said something about it. Even then Imma be like “oh really. Wow? Maybe” like I’m not gonna be like “yeah dumb ass look at you.” Like. I know things I say in here are bs and fucking insane and the worst side of me but I don’t want him.. OR ANYONE to see the worst side of me. I don’t want this to get out because I like my friends and my bf even when they piss me off. I don’t want him here because mf would probably think I genuinely hate him but I don’t I just have my own personal issues that I gotta scream about and then I go back to “oh hi baby I love you” type shit.

I’m a very lovey person when it’s shown to me. I’d he doesn’t reciprocate it then I stop until he does.

“Hi baby”

“Hey dameon.”

… like I’m not about to keep doing that shit if your not gonna do it back. That’s so awkward.

“Heyyy baby!!”

“Hi.”

“How ya doin sweet boy”

“Fine.”

“Awe what’s the matter pumpkin”

“Nothin. Just scrolling.”

“Awe ok sweetheart how was your day”

“Fine.”

“Did you eat babe?”

“Mmhm.”

Like??? No. If your not gonna work with me then your not getting the work. Treat people like you wanna be treated type shit. Your 17 if you have some issues speak up, text me, or just say I don’t wanna talk about it but don’t make me think that I’m crazy for your fucking wack ass tone. That’s just me. If he’s giving me 1 word responses I’m gonna do the same until he cheers the fuck up. I can’t try to help when he gives me nothing to help him with. I can’t solve a problem when I can’t see the issue. He’s almost a fucking adult. When I have a problem I say “just not feelin it today”

“Oh what’s wrong”

“Not sure”

Or something like that. Like I’m saying YEAH there is something wrong but I don’t feel like talking about it so HE doesn’t feel like it’s just autism.

We both have it I just know how to actually deal with talking to people and the only time he leaves the house is to exercise himself to the point of exasperation like retard. Or to the forest or to hang out with his friend/sibling.

Once again. Shit I’d never say to him and quite frankly would rather kms than for him to know I think that of him but it feels like a weight off my shoulders to say. Me and the 3 people that follow this page💀💀 

[thunderpetal]

YAY anon asks!! Anyway I would love for you to answer hmmm 19, 29, 32, 33, and hehe 37 please. :3 (feel free to omit any of them, I choose violence by choosing not to choose but you don't have to!) <3

Still can't believe I never realised I have anon asks off when I've been on here since like December. ANYWAY,

19 - Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

I don't know. I get inspired by lots of things. Music being one of them - I come up with a 'what if every character played an instrument' AU for every fandom I've in, even though most of them never see the light of day. I'm also inspired by songs from time to time, but not as often as other writers, I don't think?

My family also visits Italy every year, and I always get sooo many writing ideas when we're there, it's ridiculous. I think just being in a wildly different place to miserable England shakes up my brain enough that plot bunnies start falling out left right and centre.

29 - If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Ooh, this is an interesting question. I went through my recced bookmarks on AO3, aka my absolute fave fics collection. In the end I only found one I would want to add to, since most of them ended in the perfect place. But Kids Protecting Kids by quirkle is a fic that's really stuck with me (everyone should read it), and I would want to write a little mini sequel after Wild wakes up where him and Legend just get to have a little chat and breathe out. together. Just another dollop of comfort atop the hurt/comfort.

33 - How do you feel about crack?

I love crack! And honestly I don't write enough of it nowadays. I'm really good at dialogue so crack used to be my forte, I wrote lots of silly fics back in the day. Now I've moved onto more serious horizons, I suppose, but writing serious fics is still kind of a struggle for me. I miss writing crack. My closest fic to actual crack is probably Five Teaspoons, but that probably counts as more just general humour.

37 - Talk about your current wips.

Oh, you've unleashed a monster by asking me this!!

Someday We'll Stand Here By The Sun (TOH, ongoing) - My magnum opus tbh. It's like 80% written rn, and I'm able to keep up a weekly updating schedule on AO3 because of that. But it's still far from done! Anyway, after S2 finished I was full of post King's Tide ideas, and most of them have made their home in this big multichapter. The main plot is the story of Luz, Amity and their trauma /lh. I have so much brainrot for them and their relationship, and S2B builds on their mutual confession so well. As we know there are two episodes in which Luz shows the same character flaw - hiding things from Amity/her loved ones due to a belief that her problems aren't as important as theirs, and wanting to protect other people's feelings. The fact that Luz doesn't seem to grow out of this flaw despite 2 EPISODES focused on it says to me that it's 100% something ingrained in her that isn't going away anytime soon. But I'll stop before I write a whole Luz character essay.

Point is, with the whole 'helping' Belos thing, Luz totally blames herself for the Draining Spell and is gonna spiral post S2, feeling like she has to get back to the Isles asap and fix all her mistakes, and MAYBE that will make up for how much of a horrible human being she thinks she is. So why did I choose to write from Amity's POV, when I started writing this to explore Luz's emotions? Well, at first I was worried about SWSHBTS being a 'Amity is Luz's therapist' fic, but Amity has so many issues herself that that was not a problem lmao. And I deliberated on doing alternate POVs - even made a pros and cons list - but in the end I went with Amity's POV only because she has a lot of things to say! (But there may be a chapter of Luz's POV... you'll just have to see)

I just love this fic so much, it is my baby, and uploading it is kinda the highlight of my week rn. There is so much in future chapters that I am excited for the world to see. Also, when I started writing it, it was out of motivation to make more Lumity Post King's Tide angst, cause there REALLY wasn't enough, but there have been many more fics in that genre uploaded since I began, and I inhale each one like they're my life force. Cause they kind of are. WOW that was a lot of words too bad I'm about to infodump about another 2 wips

Untitled Music AU (TOH, unwritten) - So I said that I come up with a 'what if every character played an instrument' AU for every fandom I'm in, and TOH is no exception. This was going to be a silly oneshot and now it's expanded into a whole multichapter universe that mostly exists only inside my brain. When I have the time to actually write it, it'll be great I'm sure lmao

But essentially Amity plays clarinet, Luz plays oboe, and they're put in the same woodwind quartet by Raine, their teacher at Hexside. This leads to them starting to become friends, but as they do, Amity starts seeing certain weird/supernatural things around school. (This is a human/no magic AU, to clarify). She thinks she's just going crazy, but she decides to confide in Luz. Luz is of course overjoyed to learn there's a potential mystery to be discovered in their school, and immediately joins Amity in playing detective. Yes I want there to be mystery in this AU, but I really have not worked out the finer details yet.

Other character roles include - Raine as Head Of Music. Lilith as their second in command in the music department - but she was also Amity's clarinet teacher until Amity was like nine/ten. One day, she suddenly dropped all of her private students and joined Hexside as a teacher instead. Why? Who knowsss! (You'll find out I promise). Eda runs the wackiest corner shop that sells Everything You'll Ever Need, and Luz is her employee and also her only oboe student. She's a longtime family friend of Camila, too. She took in Hunter, who plays bassoon, and Luz still considers Hunter her brother in this AU. Willow plays flute. She and Amity have a similar arc to canon, but it plays out a bit differently in this. And - this is my fav part - Blight Industries is a well-known company, and engage in copious amounts of rainbow capitalism every year. Meanwhile the Blight kids still genuinely have no idea if Odalia is homophobic or not.

And last but not least - the LU multichapter where Time dies and Twilight picks up the ocarina to go back in time and save his life (working title). But Time keeps dying, so Twilight keeps using the ocarina, and before he knows it he's in a Majora's Mask nightmare scenario of his own. This is one I was planning to write this summer before SWSHBTS came in and demanded attention. Lots of attention. So, I'm planning to get to this when SWSHBTS is done. I'm just so excited to write it - it's really going to push me as a writer, but I'm ready for that challenge if it means i can provide juicy Twi angst. The poor lad. I'm really going to put him through the wringer. And Time too, considering he's gonna die many times in the fic, but that's kind of just the plot.

This question really enabled me, so I'm impressed if you actually read all of this. But thanks for sending this ask in, anon!

[miekasa]

six thirty

+ pairing: armin arlert x (fem) reader

+ genres and warnings: college au, enemies to lovers… kinda… in a very nerdy academic rivalry kind of way, me being a comedian you’re welcome, fluff, smut/nsfw content

+ word count: 5.6k… pls say sike

+ notes: shout out to ryn​​ for listening to me during our very many rambling sessions and also for extorting me into posting this. consider it a late birthday present for my favorite menace </2

+ side notes: no i am not a part of armin nation and i never want to be, nor do i wish speak of this again.

Armin Arlert is the perfect student. Prompt and well prepared during lecture; smart and insightful during office hours; the apple of any teacher’s eye. Unfortunately for him, so are you.

If you asked Armin, you were a little too clever for your own good, and liked to make it very well known that you believe you’re the smartest person in any room you walk into. That may be true, but it doesn’t mean that he has to sit there and worship your superiority complex. 

If someone asked you, you’d say that Armin was a know it all, and a manipulative little piece of shit. Again, not a completely false statement, but perhaps a slightly biased character analysis.

Neither of you are wrong. It’s why you’re both the bane of each other’s existence.  

There’s a noticeable grimace on your face, chin in your palm, elbows resting atop your desk, as you turn your head to where, sure enough, Armin is seated where he always is: first row, right side, directly in front of the podium, like perfect little teacher’s pet he wants to be. He doesn’t have any books to unpack like everybody else because a shiny, blue iPad is propped up on his desk in place of all of that. He’s robably looking through his pre-written list of showboaty questions to ask during lecture. Like he’s a cut above everyone else.  

Maybe some of the other morons in this course, but not you, that’s for damn sure. You bet that if you broke his thousand dollar tablet he wouldn’t think he’s such hot shit anymore. Maybe that would knock him down a couple of pegs.

“Look at him sitting there with his stupid blue eyes, and his stupid Bieber haircut, and his stupid, shiny blonde hair, and his stupid fucking glasses. I bet they’re not even real and he just wears them to—”

“Did you just call his hair shiny?”

You snap your head to your left, “What—no, of course not. I said shoddy, he’s probably a bottle blonde. Maybe all the chemicals from the hair dye seeps into his head and warps his sense of reality.”

“I’m pretty sure you said shiny.”

“Shut up, Annie.”

She raises an eyebrow at you, “You got something against blondes? Because your track record would beg to differ.”

“Once. We kissed once, and it was truth or dare, and we were both sloshed.”

“You still chose me,” she reminds you, pulling her notebook out of her backpack.

You huff, ignoring her words and turning your head back to Armin, this time finding him twirling his stupid fucking expensive Apple Pencil between his fingers like it’s nothing. You can feel your eye begin to twitch.

Perhaps he can, too—or maybe he can just feel your eyes boring holes into him—because he turns in your direction and ceases his pen twirling the moment you make eye-contact. More students filter in, walking past your line of vision, but each time they move, you and Armin meet gazes again; neither one of you daring to look away, a palpable tension between you.

His eyes might be icy blue, but you can see the rose pink tint underneath his skin, even from the distance; a familiar blush that spreads across his nose and cheeks. You exhale with a silent laugh, breaking your eye contact before he grows completely red, just in time for Dr. Zöe to start the lecture.

Everybody thinks that Armin’s so brilliant, so smart, so untouchable. You know that his only genius is that he’s fooling everyone into thinking that he’s the kind, humble, little nerd boy who wouldn’t harm a fly, when that’s far from the truth.

Armin is mean. He’s competitive and possessive and snarky and sly. He’s the definition of a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but you’re pretty sure the only person in the world who might believe that is Eren. Though, you’ve heard some of the insults Armin throws Eren’s way, and they’re not exactly soft. Granted, that’s a factor in any friendship, and most of his jabs are coated with a layer of intellect the brunette likely doesn’t understand, but that doesn’t make Armin any less sarcastic. It just means Eren’s too dumb to know what’s going on.

Poor kid. Maybe it’s for the best.

That’s all to say that Armin is nothing but a big talker—not even; a smooth-talker, is more like it. He comes across as perfect, all good and sweet and soft, because that’s what he lets people see. Nobody else looks through to the sharp tongue and ragged edges, because they’re too busy cooing over innocent blue-eyed baby in front of them.

But you know that Armin, the one he doesn’t want other people to see: the one that’s so good, he’s bad; so sweet that he’s sick; so nice that it’s cruel. And you know just how much pressure to apply to make his façade crack.

And you intend on doing so.

“I don’t know which formula to use—hey, are you two eye fucking again? Cut it out, I’m trying not to fail over here,” Eren exclaims, poking Armin’s shoulder with his pen.

The jab averts the blonde’s attention back to his friend, eyes wide as he blinks himself back to reality. He curses under his breath when he feels a familiar warmth creeping across his cheeks. Few things piss Armin off like the way he gets red in the face after thinking about you, or even just looking at you, for too long. Whether it’s red out of pure annoyance, or another feeling he tries to push down, it’s irritating, and above all, embarrassing.

He spares one more glance over his shoulder, to where you and Annie are sat a few tables away in the library. You’ve looked away by now, focusing back on your notes, but Armin swears he can still see that irritating smirk on your face from this angle.

He rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek. He should be able to keep it together around you by now, but he can’t, and it bothers him. You bother him.

“We weren’t eye fucking,” he refutes, turning his back to you completely, “She’s such a little know it all sometimes, s’annoying.”

Eren raises an eyebrow. He knows that you and Armin don’t get along, but he doesn’t understand why. Armin knows almost all your friends, and you definitely know all of his—Eren would even go as far as to say that you and him are pretty close friends—so it’s not a matter of not spending time together. You’re also the two smartest people Eren knows. In theory you should have more than enough to talk about together, but every time you’re in the same room, you hardly acknowledge each other outside of surface level commentary, or glances that border on staring.

Thankfully, the bickering remains in the classroom for the most part. Eren’s seen you and Armin go at, and he’ll be the first to admit that it’s beyond intimidating. Though, a little part of him finds it oddly entertaining, and he can’t help but to be impressed. All the more reason for you two to start playing on the same team. 

Eren thinks the two of you should get to the root of the issue already. Which, if you asked him, has very little to do with your rivaled academic genius, and a lot to do with your lack of it concerning your feelings for each other.

“She’s not that bad,” Eren vouches for you, “I think you two might get along if you ever spoke outside of trying to one-up each other in class.”

“I’m not trying to one-up anybody,” Armin rolls his eyes, a nasty habit he’s picked up as of late, “And if you stopped and used your brain for a moment, then maybe you could solve the problem.”

“I did use my brain!” Eren’s lips fall into an offended pout, “But none of this makes any sense to me! I fucking hate math, you know that.”

Armin sighs, feeling sympathetic for Eren as he slumps into himself defeatedly. He knows that Eren isn’t dumb, but math in any capacity is certainly not his strong suit. He also knows that he shouldn’t give Eren all the answers, but sometimes he needs a little push to get him there. A little bit of added guidance and motivation to keep him going. It’s either that, or he has to trick Eren into doing the work himself, but clearly that method wasn’t working out today.

“You already solved for the activation energy, now you’re supposed to use the Arrhenius equation in the expanded form.”

Eren’s lips fall into a small o-shape, as his eyes scramble across his paper again. “But—how do you—”

“There’s two measurements given for temperature.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah! Okay, right, but then—”

“You have to convert it to Kelvin first or it won’t work. It’s given to you in Celsius.”

Eren furrows his eyebrows together, and then it finally clicks for him. He mutters to himself as he puts his pencil to paper to begin to work through the problem, “How do I convert—”

“Add 273.15 to it. Make sure you put the bigger one first in the equation, or else you’ll get a negative error.”

“You didn’t even do it,” Eren huffs, angrily punching numbers into his calculator, “How do you know it’s right?”

“Because I took this class already,” Armin reminds him, sparing a brief glance over his shoulder, “Isn’t that why I’m tutoring you?”

Eren coughs over his embarrassed blush, “Oh, yeah, right.”

It’s quiet between them as Eren makes a final attempt at solving the equation, carefully and proudly circling his answer when he’s finished. He looks to Armin with bright eyes, and is content when the blonde gives him a reassuring nod, confirming that his answer is correct.

“Well that was a bitch to work through,” Eren sighs, stretching his arms behind his head with a slight yawn, “Chemistry is nothing but glorified math. It’s barely a science.”

Armin shrugs, but he doesn’t disagree. He isn’t the biggest fan of chemistry, unlike somebody else he knows. “Why’d you take chem if you knew it would have so much math?”

It’s Eren’s turn to shrug, slumping back in his chair and running a hand through his hair, “I gotta take all the pre-med requirements… just in case.”

“You wanna go to med school? Since when?”

Eren averts his eyes from his friend, a telltale sign of his bashfulness coming over him. It doesn’t happen often, but Armin knows it’s sincere when it does.

“Dunno. I’m not sure of it, just wanna keep my options open, you know?” Eren replies casually, “Doctors help make a difference and all that, and surgery looks kind of cool. Besides, if my bastard father could do it, how hard could it really be?”  

A gentle smile grows on Armin’s lips, “You can do it. If you really want to, I know you can.”  

Eren’s head snaps up, eyes wide and filled with affirmation and adoration. He relaxes his expression quickly after, but the pink hues are still present, “Thanks, Min.”

From his position he catches eye of another head of familiar blonde hair over Armin’s shoulder, and beside it, your own hair. There’s a flash of a moment when your eyes meet Eren’s, and you offer him a small wave before turning back to Annie to resume doing your homework. Eren barely gets the chance to wave back, but a dopey smile sits on his features at your kind gesture. It fades when he looks back to Armin, once again pondering the animosity between you two.

You and Armin aren’t all that different, you just need to get to know each other better. Actually, Eren thinks that you might make a good couple if you both stopped overthinking it.

“So, what’s the deal with you and (_____)?” Eren asks, bending his right knee to wrap his arm around his leg and rest his chin on top of it, “You act like she kicked your cat.”

“What?” Armin questions, flustered, “What—no, she wouldn’t touch Soup.” 

Eren quirks an eyebrow at that. “I still can’t believe you named your cat Soup.”

“It’s technically a nickname.”

“A nickname for what?”

“…For Miso Soup.”

Eren blinks. “Okay, if she didn’t mess with Soup, then what’s the issue? You scared of her or something?”

“Why would I be scared of her?” Armin asks, tone incredulous; then softer, more subdued, like a kid who doesn’t want to admit they’re wrong, “’M not scared of her.”

“You stare at her like you are—well, you look kind of angry, but also scared. Like, when you see those balloon things outside of car washes. You hate them, but you can’t look away from them—”

“I am not scared of those!”

“You are, and it’s okay,” Eren waves away his friend’s denial, “Oh, I get it—is this one of those things where she makes you nervous, so you respond with anger and sarcasm instead of thinking through your feelings?”

“You’ve been going to therapy for one month, relax.”

“Maybe you two should go to friend therapy and work this out,” Eren bites back, “It probably doesn’t help that she’s always with Annie. They both look like they would murder someone with no remorse. I admit, it is kind of scary… but it’s kind of hot, too.”

Armin spares him an unamused glare. Eren crosses his arms in defense, “What? I’m not wrong. It’s sexy in a scary kind of way, maybe that’s why you’re always eye fucking. I don’t blame you, she’s hot. I would let her and Annie axe-murder me without regret.”

“Eren?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and do problem six, I don’t have all day.”

Eren huffs, but flips the page to the next problem, grumbling under his breath as he attempts the, “It’s not as sexy when you’re mean, you know.”

Armin hits him silent.

Tuesdays are Armin’s favorite days because he only has one class. Sure, it’s three hours long, but it’s much more bearable than his usual eight-hour day.

It’s also the one class he shares with you. Which is why he’s always mentally exhausted by the end of it, but physically, he feels like he could punch a wall; all his pent up anger and frustration is channeled into his body and he’s desperate for an outlet for it. It’s a feeling he hates to love.

Annie seems to have cut class today seeing as she’s not next to you; and it’s almost as if it’s emboldened you to mess with him even more than usual.

He bites his tongue as Dr. Zöe enthusiastically uses your latest point as a segue into the final topic of the evening. He made that same point ten minutes ago. You just worded it differently—admittedly, more concisely, but somehow with a little more nuance, than when he had hesitantly proposed it—and, yeah, maybe you made it sound more convincing, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t come up with it first. If his stupid, fancy stylus didn’t cost upwards of $200 he might have snapped it in half.

You’re definitely the better conversationalist, that much he can admit. Words have never been his forte and he hates the way you can talk circles around him, and that there’s so little he can say to make you stop.

He wishes you would just shut up. In fact, he’d like to shut you up himself.

Thankfully, class ends sooner rather than later. Armin finds himself briefly talking with Dr. Zöe afterwards, most other students having taken the opportunity to leave early for the night. To nobody’s surprise, you’re not one of them, having stuck around to talk to the professor, too.

“The two of you should consider lab research this summer,” Dr. Zöe suggests ardently, walking between the two of you as you exit the lecture hall, “I could really use two students like you!”

Armin chuckles at his boisterous professor. He’s known about the research opportunities at their lab for quite some time now, and he knows that you have, too. “I don’t know that lab work is really my strong suit.”

The three of you come to stop at the hallway intersection, the professor now standing across from you and him. You give them a polite smile, “And I’m not sure that collaboration is mine.”

Armin spares a glance just in time to see you flash one of your own in his direction. Dr. Zöe’s eyes flicker between the two students rapidly, a slight squint to their eyelids.

They aren’t quite sure why their two brightest students seem to despise each other. They wish you two would just get along already, so that they don’t have to spend the summer training half-witted chemical engineering majors how to use basic lab equipment; and instead, conduct some actual research.

“Well, I hope the both of you reconsider,” they smile, “I’ll see you during office hours, I presume?”

You two nod in sync, sending the doctor off with happy smile, just long enough until you see that they’ve turned the corner further down the hall

“Had fun stealing my point earlier?” Armin questions, looking your way as you still wave mindlessly, eye-twitching at your polite façade.

“I would call it improvement,” you tell him, not bothering to turn in his direction; still and smiling waving like the professor can see or hear you, “You should stick to showing, rather than saying. You never were good with your words.”

Armin kisses his teeth together. He’ll give you what you want, if that’s how you want it.

In a fit of irritation, he grabs your moving hand by the wrist, and pulls you down the opposite hallway, not caring for your dramatic wailing behind him.

“Hey, Einstein, the exit is the other way, do you have any idea where we’re going?”

“Ever heard of observational learning? Maybe if you shut up for a second, you would figure it out,” he snaps, pulling you further.

There’s a door on the left that Armin knows is unlocked, and he’s quick to open it and pull you inside. Before you have the chance to glance around, he has you pushed up against the wall, jaw forced up and forward.

He could scoff at the small hitch in your breath at his actions, clearly a little too satisfied with being manhandled; but instead, he takes the opportunity to press your lips together. Armin quite likes the feeling of your lips on his; warm and soft and far too welcoming; a rare moment of silence.

“Someone could hear us.”

Or not so silent.

“Then be quiet,” he snarls.

Armin feels your fingers weave themselves into his hair, scraping along his undercut in sync with his lips trailing down your jaw. A groan falls from his when he feels you tug at the ends of the strands, just hard enough to force his face back to eye level with yours.

“You’re the one with the big mouth.”

“You’re so smart, huh. Always got something to say,” Armin lets out a low chuckle, deft fingers running down your sides to squeeze at your waist, “You can be really fuckin’ annoying, you know that.”

You mirror half of his ministrations, letting your right hand trail down his chest barely brushing over the very visible bulge in his jeans, before hooking your index finger under the belt loop, effectively pulling him closer to you.

The smile on your face is dirty, but you’re not laughing like he was, “Do something about it then.”

His blue eyes grow cloudy as he takes a good look at you; slowly rakes over your features, from that stupid, snarky look in your eyes, to your kiss-bruised lips, down to your chest, and back up again. Armin finds himself copying your smirk for all the wrong reasons. But it’s your own fault; you always did like to push him one step over the edge.

“Fine.”

Despite your twisted grin there’s a look in your eyes that’s eager; willing; ready for the taking. That same look you have when you talk over him in class; when you pretend to ignore him around your mutual friends; when you want him to fuck you stupid.

Armin uses his right hand to cup your jaw again, closing the distance between your mouths with a less than gentle kiss. He feels your groans reverberating through his body, waves of heat accompanying them and going straight to his erection. Your arch your back into the kiss, but he forces you backwards, left hand flat against your tummy.

Following suit, he pushes himself against your body, pressing his knee between your legs; the thin fabric of your stockings doing little to prevent your thighs from rubbing against him.

He swipes his tongue over the seam of your lips, earning a frenzied whine when glides his tongue across yours, and teasingly licks at the roof of your mouth. Your tongue is lithe against his, but somehow just as deceptive and sly as always, and Armin would be a fool to deny that he loved it.

There’s a spark flickering in his stomach when you push your center harshly against his; and it’s only ignited further when he feels you bite his bottom lip. A guttural growl escapes him, his right hand moving to your throat with practiced ease, pushing the back of your head into the wall.

He pauses for a moment, drinks in your wide eyes and desperate visage, “You are the single most frustrating person I’ve ever met in my entire life.”

And he couldn’t get enough of it if he tried. He couldn’t get enough of you.

You must see through his words, into the grainy expression of adoration in his eyes, because he can see it filtering into yours, pupils dilating with both want and care.

“Aw, baby, I love you, too,” you pout, leaning forward as best to can to peck him on the lips, “Now, shut me up and fuck me. It’s exhausting being this pretty and smart-mouthed, you know.”

Armin dips his head into your neck, squeezes against the column of your throat with warning until he hears a gasp escape from your lips. He presses gentle kisses into your skin, in stark contrast to the increasing pressure from his fingers, waiting for one last request, and then, finally—“Please.”

He smiles, loosens his grip for a moment, just long enough to hear your pretty panting, before slotting his lips against yours again. Your moans are lewd and sloppy and breathless between kisses, and it makes his dick twitch in his pants. You really are so fucking loud. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He uses his free hand to push your skirt up, and subsequently dip past the weak barrier of your tights and underwear. The slightest flicker of his fingers against your center has you choking out a moan, and Armin is forced to press his right thumb harder against your neck.

“Quiet,” he reminds you, “You asked nicely, so I’ll give you what you want. No need to be loud about it.”

He watches you nod with short and restricted movements, a sadistic kind of power washing over him at your eager compliance. He uses his middle finger to rub slow, careful circles around your clit; the feeling of your wet cunt against his fingers, coupled with your wanton moaning only spurs on the throbbing in his pants.

“Armin,” you whine, impatiently; but he expected that of you, “Don’t tease.”

His eyes flash to yours briefly, pressing his lips to yours again to swallow your shuddered moans. He dips his tongue into your mouth at the same time he does his middle finger into your cunt. An obscene moan echoing through the classroom, as Armin feels your body arching into his again; feels your fingers frantically flying to his hair, searching for purchase to anchor yourself on.

He pulls away in time to add another digit and watch you groan underneath him. He pushes both his fingers in to the knuckle, carefully curling them upwards to elicit the prettiest sound out of you. He has to admit, it’s probably his favorite thing to hear come out of your mouth.

He keeps a steady pace, pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy with perfect friction, teetering between letting you moan his name and choking you silent. Your hands are frantic in his hair, grasping and pulling and so, so, desperate, Armin can’t help but to finger fuck you harder.

“You want one more?” he questions, but his voice is taunting, words ghosted over your lips just out of reach for you to kiss.

He can feel your leg trembling against his, see you pupils shaking along with your shaking head. Armin stops to smile; he thought you might do that. He could probably make you cry right now if he wanted to. Maybe later.

“Want you to fuck me,” your words short and ragged, eyebrows raised when he uses his thumb to press lightly against your clit, “Armin, please.”

The blonde shakes his head, “You’re dumber than you look if you think I’m gonna fuck you in a classroom, baby, so if you want to cum now, you better tell me.”

You have the audacity to pout of all things, “You’re mean.”

Armin lets out a breathless laugh. “You like it,” he leans forward to peck you sweetly, “So, what’ll it be?”

“Fine, but I want head later, too,” you tell him, words becoming less firm when Armin teases his ring finger against your slit, “Please.”

Armin hums in compliance, leaning forward to kiss you again, this time with more tact, and he chases your whines when he finally pushes a third finger inside of you.

“Look at you,” he croons breaking your kiss and forcing your head back again, “You take it so well.”

“Ah—fuck, there, Armin—there,” you cry, wet heat squeezing around his fingers in intermittent spasms.

Armin watches your chest heave with desperate breaths, air stuttering to pass from your lips to your lungs with his hand around your neck. He can feel your walls constricting around his fingers, feel your body shaking underneath him when he increases his pace. He curls his fingers again, just right, just until he hears you sing a strained call of his name. And when he feels your nails scraping down the nape of his neck, and the slight weight of your body convulsing, Armin knows you’re done for.

He’s nice enough to fuck you through your orgasm, shallow thrusts of his fingers bringing you to and down from your high as he watches you pant for him. He presses small kisses against your throat, up, up, up, until he’s kissing you, and carefully pulling his fingers out.

He removes his hand from your neck, and slides it down your waist to offer you support. He’s not prepared for your sudden pull on his neck, forcing him into a kiss that conveys your content; he’s quick to raise his left hand, palm meeting the wall to hold himself up against your sporadic actions, chuckling lightly into your kiss. You were always so reckless and happy after an orgasm.

You kiss him like you have him wrapped your finger despite being the one pleading moments ago. You do, so he supposes it’s not unwarranted; and he welcomes your flirtatious kisses despite the annoying blush they always bring forth.

And sure enough, he can feel his face on fire when you pull away. Armin scoffs internally at himself; he really should be able to keep it together around you by now. But when you kiss him like that, you kind of make it hard to think straight.

“You’re so good when you’re not… pretending to be good,” you hum, a blissful, hazy look on your features as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Armin shakes his head with a chortle of disbelief; leans forward to kiss you again, “’M not pretending. I am good.”

“Yeah, you’re such a good little saint that arguing with your girlfriend turns you on,” you taunt him, “It’s okay, Armin, you can admit it.”

He groans, out of shallow annoyance this time, and it makes you giggle. “Why are you acting like you’re not complicit in this?”

“Oh, no, no, no,” you refute with an exaggerated roll of your eyes, “You get turned on by hearing me talk about biochemistry. I like it when you tell me to shut up about it. We are not the same.”

“Yeah, because you look hot doing it,” he tells you, “Speaking of which, Eren called you hot today, so I kind of need you to slip a neurotoxin in his Gatorade.”

“Aw, Eren thinks I’m hot? Tell him I think he’s hot, too,” you bat your eyelashes at him, but Armin only offers you an unimpressed glare in return.

“I think he might be onto us, actually,” Armin notes, affectionately bumping his nose against yours.

“If he’s onto us, then it’s because you’re the one giving it away, not me.”

“Oh, because you could never do anything wrong, right?”

“Right,” you flash him an overconfident smile before reaching up to kiss to the tip of his nose, “See you’re so smart, baby.”

Armin shakes his head again in disbelief. You’re a handful, he can see that much.

“Come on,” he prompts, “We should go, I still have to finish my lab write up, and I know you haven’t started your paper.”

Armin tries to motion you forward, but is stopped when he feels your hand combing through his hair, and sees the genuine spark of concern in your eyes. “The one for your elective? I thought you said you were going to finish it on Monday.”

“I was,” Armin admits, “But then I didn’t.”

“You want me to help you with it?” you offer kindly, pushing his bangs back and letting your hands fall down the sides of his face, palms resting against his ears.

He nods gently, turning his head to press a kiss into your left palm, before wrapping his hand around your wrist, “I can help you outline your paper.”

You nod in return, and Armin spares one more kiss, before pulling your hand away to lace your fingers together.

Thankfully, nobody’s around to catch you exiting the classroom, or see you holding hands as you make your way out of the building and towards the bus stop. This was Armin’s favorite part of any Tuesday; the one time he could hold your hand on campus without the fear of getting caught by your friends.

He reasons that you guys should probably tell them soon, though, especially if Eren might have an idea of what’s going on. You were bound to get caught sooner rather than later. That, or Eren and Sasha would start meddling.

“If you think Eren knows, then Mikasa definitely knows,” you note, swinging your intertwined hands as you walk through the parking lot as a shortcut.

“Maybe if you actually remembered to hide Soup’s toys, there would be less evidence for her to piece together.”

“Yeah, well, maybe if you didn’t forget when your midterms are, I wouldn’t have to emergency cat sit the hour before Mikasa comes around, and there wouldn’t be any toys to hide in the first place.”

“I’m bad with dates, you know that!” Armin pouts, “I don’t say anything when you forget about ten page papers until four hours before they’re due.”

“You’re saying something right now, actually.”

“That’s not what I—you know, you’re so—”

Armin’s quiet when he feels your lips pressed against his cheekily, “Annoying. I know. You like it. You’re not very good at staying mad for very long.”

Armin’s tempted to roll his eyes yet again—he really needs to quit it, or at the very least, get your own temper under control before it’s irreversible and completely rubbed off on him—but takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead, instead.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Your eyes twinkle under his affections. “And that you love me?”

He nods, “And that I love you.”

“And that you’re gonna fuck me before you make me write my paper when we get home, right?”

Armin chuckles and presses another kiss to your forehead, “We’ll see about that one.”

Hange huffs as they make their way through the parking. They always forget their keys in their office, and always, inconveniently park half-way across the campus. In their defense, this parking lot is free, and the one closest to the Medical Sciences building is not. So, really, capitalism is the one to blame for their frequent late night car lot strolls.

They hear two familiar voices bickering just as they’re about to step into their car, and are more than surprised to see their two favorite students walking together. Walking together and holding hands. Wait—you and Armin are walking together and holding hands?

Hange blinks for a moment, drowning out the sounds of the conversation after they see you two kiss. Their jaw practically falls to the asphalt and they might not blink for a full two minutes as they process what they just saw.

Their trance is broken when it finally, finally clicks together, and Hange has to try their hardest to contain their squeals before sitting in the driver’s seat, an overly forceful slam to the car door following. They waste no time fumbling with the pockets of their lab coat to fish out their phone, and make a call to their favorite math professor.

“Levi, I told you Arlert and (_____) had to know each other outside of class! I think they might be dating! You know what this means, right? I can have them both in the same lab without worrying they might start a chemical fire, and I won’t have to hire two brick heads this summer!”

Levi has never hung up a call more quickly in his life.

[goffilolo]

TWO AND A HALF DEVILS AU (part 2)

It’s about time I wrote a continuation of this post. And I got a lot of things to say about the setting of this AU, namely whatever the fuck is going on in Hage after Astaroth moves there pernamently.

So here’s the deal. A devil living in the village? Not an issue by itself because Hage residents already got used to the guy and see him as a mostly harmless simp who is surprisingly good at knitting if baby Asta’s clothes are anything to go by. The problem is that literally anyone outside of Hage would freak the fuck out if they saw him, and this is where things start getting funny.

My man Astaroth in all of his very limited magic - because even with a marriage contract, accessing his own mana from the underworld is an absolute bitch - has proposed a barrier around the village. The barrier acts as a bubble that makes the village almost impossible to notice from the outside and confuses perception of time and space for anyone who crosses the barrier. So you’d end up with people walking around lost and confused for days at a time, unless you know your way around the barrier, which all residents of Hage do. The barrier is maintained 364 days a year by Astaroth himself and only goes down once a year due to outsiders having to access the grimoire tower for the annual ceremony.

You think this is crazy? Bestie it’s just the beginning. Hage has collectively agreed to a self imposed isolation and it only gets better. Hage is semi-officially off the grid as far as the Clover Kingdom is concerned so the village had to re-organise itself somehow. All resources are pooled together and distributed equally amongst the households, crops are doing better than ever after Asta awakens his prophecies, old buildings/ruins got restored and early on they stopped using money because they legit had no use of it with how the village runs itself. These people invented communism and are living in their little utopian bubble. Also had this idea that due to long exposure (literal years) to devil’s mana through the barrier spell the village and the area surrounding it gets odd phenomena happening - that’s right we’re pulling the shimmer from annihilation because it’s hilarious and because i say so and i do believe that hage deserves to have fucked up ecosystem, you know as a treat.

This means several things:

Hage becomes an entire ‘welcome to the nightvale’ level of a cryptid place amongst the forsaken realm. When Asta joins magic knights and says he’s from Hage, Magna legit thinks he’s lying.

This also means that due to how the village runs neither Asta nor Yuno know how money works, and when they get their first pay as magic knights they got no fuckin idea what to do with it and someone, probably Noelle, has to introduce them to capitalism. This is then followed by a montage of 2 fifteen year olds being left to their own devices to do shopping for the first time in their lives and Vanessa is running around to make sure they don’t get scammed.

The one time when Asta has to go to Owen for a routine check up and gets his blood drawn Owen ends up legit crying over his blood results because they don’t look normal at all, they don’t even look human! Asta’s only excuse is “people in hage are just built different”. Owen calls bullshit and asks for Yuno to be sent over for blood tests, but because this bitch spent his whole life in Hage and is in constant close proximity to Asta his blood results also come out looking fucked up. Owen ends up crying even more.

By the time Liebe gets adopted the village already runs on weird vibes and communism and no one even bats an eye at another devil child. Some villagers were convinced that Astaroth and Licita had 2 kids this entire time and they just kept one of them home until now and they made up this whole story in their heads about Liebe being the ‘sickly twin’ (sister lily’s words, not mine) that was kept indoors until he got better.

Also just to make things clear, Hage still ‘exists’ in the kingdom’s records, it’s just that the common and noble realm give no shit about some village in the boonies near the border, which makes it very easy for them to remain unnoticed to the higher authority. The mayor of Hage is legit the cover guy who fills out all the official paperwork that needs to be sent off like ‘how many people live in the village’ and what have you. This also has the added comedic value of both Astaroth and Liebe being officially on the records. Clover Kingdom has 2 whole devils as their official citizens and they don't even know it.

More absurdities will come.

[kingofthewilderwest]

Gosh, I’m not expecting this post to go down well, but I’ve been thinking about it a while, so I’ll make a stab. Wish me luck.

It’s been over a decade since I realized I was queer. It was a terrifying time and I was afraid to talk to many people about it. Some of the best, most comforting support I had, able to answer my questions, give me good factual and scientific information on why being queer was okay, and assuage my fears and religious concerns, came from online communities.

Specifically, queer Christian communities.

Fuck, man, I was on everything down to queer Christian deviantArt groups. Haha, deviantArt, yeah. But it allowed me to talk to people about multiple factors simultaneously that were relevant to me: both my religion, which was very important to me, and my queerness, and be able to sort it out and come to peace with all of it.

Christians in the United States have loads of privilege and we’re not society’s victims. The opposite. It makes sense places like tumblr have become a safe space for victims of homophobic religion to escape, de-convert, and vent with other traumatized people over it. It’s good to see people calling out the hypocrisy, shit, abuse, and bad uses of power that appear within the church. I��m really glad spaces like this exist so that y’all can find better, healthier, happier lives apart from the religion that did you wrong, and to embrace who you truly are. You need that. Many times, I know I have no good religious speaking room here, and I intentionally stay as out of the way as I possibly can so that this safe space can continue to exist.

But I admit I’m also worried about young folks who were like me, looking for answers, and felt like there was no one to come to who’d be safe. 

The way tumblr is right now, I would be afraid that queer Christians wouldn’t feel safe approaching the LGBTQ dialogue here. If one group says “FUCK YOU!” to every Christian out there (and I understand! you were harmed!!), and the other group says, “ew, homosexuality” to every questioning queer out there (which many church spaces still do), then you might feel like you can’t talk to anybody. There were so many online queer Christian communities when I was an older teen that bridged the gap and allowed us to be proud and gay, proud and ace, proud and trans, while also making our own personal choice if we were to remain in the faith, because it was still important and helpful to us. In my case, yes, I’ve retained my Christianity, with greater textual understanding to the passages that worried me. I couldn’t have had that without other LGBTQ people embracing me, respecting my religion, and letting me process through ALL that.

When I went on tumblr, I got hate messages fast for my religion without anyone knowing anything about what I believed in, or caring I was queer and talking about that queerness openly on tumblr. I’ve run into posters who explicitly declared they didn’t care they were generalizing over 2 billion people in the world, they were going to generalize and hate on them all. I’ve seen pro-LGBTQ pastors on tumblr get chased out by bombarding threatening messages. I’ve seen tons of posts say things like, “I love X, Y, Z religions on tumblr for how they say [deity] loves [LGBTQ identity here], but Christians are horrible, they would never do that!”

Heck, man, plenty of Christians I know would post messages like that if they thought there was the space for it. I’d love to see “Jesus loves you, lesbians!!!” But I’d never feel bold enough to post that here! I feel like the second I did, I’d be waiting to be screamed at for being a hypocrite and part of the problem, or ‘supporting’ homophobia, or being mocked for a god that doesn’t exist. So... I know a ton of tumblr queer Christians who just...... stay silent instead, fearing retaliation and aggressive responses. I’ve talked to different people from different countries confirming the tumblr presentation of Christians is very USA-centric and forgets about their culturally-embedded saints or all the POC people who rely on it and stuff like that. I’ve had multiple friends nervously ask me, “I saw X viral post being reblogged and it says a ton of really bad things about Christianity but it’s really inaccurate to my denominations/country/the-religion-in-general, but I feel like I can’t say anything because I’ll just get yelled at if I try to respond.” And on and on and on.

There needs to be spaces for folks to speak angrily about things they hate. If you have major criticisms about organized religion, by all means, fucking use the spaces to get it out. I get it.

But what I’m saying is... if you really think that these 2 billion diverse humans from around the globe all think the same thing and are all out to abuse you in the way your specific brand of local Evangelical Protestants are doing things, maybe rethink that assumption as you’re processing your trauma. Theology’s diverse, yo, and there’s gonna be so many Christians who are LGBTQ, want to support LGBTQ, get their questions answered about LGBTQ, etc.

I just wish there’s a communication space without intimidation for the questioning folks like I was, who want answers from a queer community that won’t burn them out for their faith, to feel like they’re not going to be rained down by both the religious and the queer. Both needs to be met in their questions, the religious and the queer. This type of world on tumblr, it’s going to feel hostile to those baby queer Christians, who are afraid the second their religion leaks out, they’re not going to be able to belong in the LGBTQ community anymore, rather than find love, answers, support, science, and good reasoning for why they can accept being LGBTQ.

Maybe I’m wrong and there’s lots of spaces and it’s just my personal experience. All I can speak to, right now, is what I’ve anecdotally seen from my angle. I hope this doesn’t come off as exaggeration; I’m speaking the negatives because those are the relevant observations right now, but I won’t deny I’ve had good faith experiences on this site, too. Just... I want to discuss the bad because the bad exists.

If anything I said in here accidentally came off poorly, please let me know, and I’ll endeavor to learn and reword it to be better. Please understand that frustratedly criticizing X Christian issue in response to this post might be a bit of a strawman when I’m talking about folks who aren’t going to automatically have X Christian issue. I love to listen to you and I respect your pain, but if I might ask, please don’t make this the place for that comment. I don’t want this to turn into a discussion, so I hope you can let me say my mind once and then be the end of it. This has been on my mind, I doubt many people are going to like what I said, but I hope that, maybe even for just one person, these were the right words to read. Take care y’all, and keep rocking it.