#this shit injected their love right into my veins

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Huzzah! It's birthday time! I'm slowly accumulating more and more things I like (latest additions this vest I made and a travel typewriter! Still need to fix the latter one though)

Sure has been a year.

[kawouwu]

work has me smashed like black pepper in a grinder but I'm hearing thru the grapevine bubbline is back and even more of a toxic Yuri than ever and I need. to get on that so quick

[leclerc-s]

short n sweet

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maejonesverstappen short n' sweet is officially yours now!!!

i feel extremely lucky that each time i write a new record i learn a little bit more about myself, and can create from that place. the making of short n' sweet was one of the most special, honest, up and down, stupid and fun experiences of my life.

i thought if something was funny enough to make me laugh then maybe it belonged in a song. happy or sad!

thank you to my brilliant talented friends, writers, producers, mixers, engineers, and creative minds that helped me bring this world and these songs to life. not a serious thought was thunk yet somehow they wefre..lol i love you and am so grateful.

i will keep this short n sweet buuuut more soon. go listen now and i hope you love it

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maxjonesverstappen yeah fuck me i guess..it's not like i sat with you for hours on the piano while jack was on the phone...

maejonesverstappen i love you 💙 maxjonesverstappen okay 😊😊 love you too 💙

user28 MAE WREN JONES!! YOU ARE INSANE!!

isabellaperez i need someone to inject this album into my veins

maejonesverstappen you're insane actually isabellaperez pot meet kettle

user67 this is insane. someone sedate me.

charles_leclerc so this is what you meant by 'no more depresso up in this bitch'?

maejonesverstappen exactly leclerc!! charles_leclerc to be fair, we do love a good sad song maejonesverstappen yes, mr. i helped write so long, london. we are well aware

user19 oh this album has versatility. i was expecting something like espresso to be the entire album noooo.

user27 the range singers have to go from a pop happy song to a sad depressing song will never fail to amaze me user03 for real!! i could never be a singer because i don't have that in me

rhysjones i don't think max will appreciate his wife posting the 5th picture...

alex_albon this is the man who admitted he would sleep with daniel if given the chance... i don't think he cares georgerussell he's too busy talking about retirement in press conferences to care maxverstappenjones1 i'm very secure in my marriage thank you very much maejonesverstappen i however live in fear he'll dump me for daniel and runaway with him

user75 bed chem is about max verstappen.

user47 you're so right bestie. the blue eyes line gave that shit away

schecoperez it's 6 in the morning. i should not have to deal with his screaming this early...

maejonesverstappen i'm very sorry but i warned you against staying with him. maxjonesverstappen1 i would take offense but it's very true schecoperez as the children say...this is my hell

danieljonesricciardo well that's one way to celebrate your anniversary...

maejonesricciardo don't be bitter because i did it before daphne could. danieljonesricciardo my wife released an album on my birthday!! maejonesricciardo tomato tomahto!

oscarpiastri something tells me these guys didn't listen to the full album

logansargeant i know way too much about their sex life baileywinters PINK FUZZY HANDCUFFS??? landonorris SHE'S INSANE!

user54 someone needs to study mae's brain under a microscope ❤ by penelopetrevino, lewishamilton, jensonbutton and others

mickschumacher god bless his mother's genetics indeed

maejonesverstappen this is why you're my favorite mick mickschuamcher 😊

victoriaverstappen it's certainly something... great album, ignoring the songs about my brother that is.

maejonesverstappen NO! VICTORIA LOOK AWAY! arthur_leclerc bit too late for that mae...

user43 i wonder how daphne's doing...is she clutching her pearls?

user30 is she flabbergasted? user90 PUH-LEASE mrs jones-ricciardo has no room to judge. she's written worse, possibly. user43 you're so right. how could i possibly forget about dress and the moaning user30 OH MY GOD?

kellypiquet amazing album 💫

maejonesverstappen thanks? btw max isn't in this post is that why you didn't like it? maxjonesverstappen1 mae, we've talked about this. pr is not happy when you pick fights with people. user13 oh the lore here goes so deep it's insane zoyatorres dear user13 you have no idea just how deep the lore goes here.

lewis hamilton if i hear another song about max emilian jones-verstappen's dick it will be too soon.

charles leclerc and somehow I'M the one with the long name

natalia ruiz you have three middle names. you DO have a long name charlie

mark webber it's too early for lewis to be talking about dicks

max jones-verstappen you're just jealous because you've never had a song written about you lewis

isabella perez 🤓☝️ that's not true jones-bitchstappen george russell ???

isabella perez according to my research, aka a tiktok deepdive with osc at 2 am, one nicki minaj wrote "you ain't fuck nicki, you fucked nicole body" about one sir lewis hamilton

nico rosberg so that is why he ended his career as one hit wonder xnda

lewis hamilton literally fuck you nico nico rosberg you've tried pierre gasly WHAT THE FUCK? lewis hamilton STOP TELLING PEOPLE I'VE TRIED SLEEPING WITH YOU! THAT'S NOT TRUE!

alex albon HE DATED NICKI MINAJ??

lando norris WHO DATED NICKI? alex albon LEWIS!!

lewis hamilton we were friends!

daphne jones-ricciardo weeeellllll lewis hamilton daphne, don't you dare daphne jones-ricciardo i didn't do anything! lewis hamilton YOU WERE ABOUT TOO!

logan sargeant LEWIS DATED NICKI?

freya vettel this is some wild lore we're uncovering here

ollie bearman i thought he was dating shakira?

dulce perez shakira might just be old news, who the fuck knows with lewis

lewis hamilton am i not allowed to have friends now?

george russell unless you're willing to publicly announce your friendship with nico rosberg again, we'll just assume every woman you talk to is your girlfriend bailey winters at least set some realistic standards george, that's never going to happen.

nico rosberg for the record, we are friends

sebastian vettel eh, are you though? fernando alonso stay out of it homewrecker sebastian vettel mark webber ass kisser jenson button you two belong in a retirement home mark webber why am i always getting dragged into shit?

rowan todd wait, lewis dated nicki?

carlos sainz nicki who? pierre gasly nicki minaj she sings that one song about snakes mae jones-verstappen well it's an innuendo for dicks but yes pierre gasly yeah, you would know all about innuendos wouldn't you? mae jones-verstappen this is why rowan's never written a song about you

rhys jones LEWIS DATED NICKI? WHEN?

isabella perez oh back in like 2018 lewis hamilton STOP SAYING THAT! I DIDN'T DATE HER!

zoya torres awfully defensive for someone who didn't date her

jenson button oh he totally dated her

lewis hamilton YOU'RE NOT HELPING? jenson button i'm supposed to help??

daniel jones-ricciardo caught them kissing in abu dhabi

lewis hamilton STOP!

george russell he's actually screaming from his drivers room. i can hear him.

george russell update: bono just went in there an asked what was wrong and he replied with, 'they're driving me insane bono!' george russell and now kimi is asking what's wrong with him. what do i tell him?? ollie bearman nothing, let him live in delusion that all of you are super cool and not at all dumbasses max jones-verstappen who lied and told him we were cool? ollie bearman the internet

lewis hamilton i hate all of you

isabella perez can't wait to force you to do media with charles. especially those stupid song challenges just to play a nicki song lewis hamilton oh my god, what the hell did i sign up for? carlos sainz your own personal hell

esteban ocon what the fuck is happening?

mick schumacher lore dump or whatever they call it these days

maxjonesverstappen1 and maejonesverstappen posted new stories

mae said this was very cutesy, very demure, whatever that means. ps i think she did in fact kidnap one of daph's cats this guy is literally so out of it that he didn't notice that i sent him an old picture and am literally standing right in front of him. ps yes he is literally asleep. pps this not very demure of him.

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maejonesverstappen taste video is out now 💋

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rhysjones be honest, did max flip out when he found out you were kissing jenna?

maejonesverstappen it was more of a 'do you really have to?' with a pout jennaortega it was actually a tantrum rhysjones oh i love you. please stick around to humble max jennaortega of course!

isabellaperez petition to have me star in your next music video?? i'll kiss you too

maxjonesverstappen1 back off perez, that's MY wife jennaortega he told me the same thing maxverstappen1 who invited you? jennaortega your wife did actually

user98 this music video altered my brain chemistry. i'm not even kidding

user41 you're so right for that. someone please get them to star in a movie as lesbian lovers user1 she has more chemistry with jenna then she did with barry. as if she would ever dump max for barry ❤ by maxjonesverstappen1 user52 max being a barry hater is so funny to me but you go babe.

lilymhe can i be in your next video??

maejonesverstappen of course my love 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼 alex_albon i thought you two would grow out of this maejonesverstappen1 wow alex being a homophobe in 2024, what would lewis think? alex_albon I'M NOT A HOMOPHOBE! i just don't want you stealing my girlfriend lilymhe and yet carmen and i never complain when we third wheel you and george alex_albon i-

user30 the chemistry was insane

user54 RIGHT? i need to see them act as love interests in a movie soon user97 max jones-verstappen would probably die user30 he just hates to see a girlboss (jenna) winning ❤ liked by jennaortega user54 it's because he knows jenna could steal his wife if she wanted too ❤ liked by jennaortega

maxjonesverstappen1 you look great and she's there

jennaortega jealousy is a disease, hope you never get well maxjonesverstappen1 i will not lose my wife to a pipsqueak user42 max is currently in the trenches. not only is this man struggling with a fuckass red bull but he's also on the verge of losing his wife

jensonbutton as the children say, i fear this ate

fernandoalo_oficial i don't think you're using that right lewishamilton he is, you're just annoying fernandoalo_oficial to quote jenson earlier, 'you belong in a retirement home' user27 man what the fuck goes on in their group chat? nicorosberg that's a question i keep asking myself every time i open it up. user50 NICO'S IN THE GROUP CHAT?

user34 they ate and left no crumbs y'all

user40 absolutely devoured the fucking plate user62 i blame mae jones-verstappen and daphne jones-ricciardo for my high expectations of music videos now

danieljonesricciardo okay, this one was insane. i love it

maejonesverstappen thank you kind sir danieljonesricciardo of course kind lady user56 if my relationship with my in-laws isn't like theirs i don't want it.

daphnejonesricciardo you're actually insane for this one

maejonesverstappen thanks i got it from my sister 🩷 daphnejonesricciardo i hate you 🩷

nataliaruiz actually run away with me, we'll raise jules as our own

charles_leclerc what the hell did i do to deserve this? zoyatorres i don't think she needs to tell you what you did freyavettel yeah we were all there oscarpiastri i agree with whatever they say charles_leclerc all of you are banned from our house nataliaruiz no, you aren't, don't listen to a word he says.

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maejonesverstappen serena and blair (F1 version)

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nataliaruiz i love you the way charlie loves max

maejonesverstappen which is a lot maxverstappenjones1 this is slander charles_leclerc oh so you don't love me? was that a lie? maxjonesverstappen1 oh my god, you're needier than my cats are charles_leclerc this is why you haven't won a race since spain... maxjonesverstappen1 THIS IS WHY I DON'T LOVE YOU!

user09 ferrari x red bull wags are my favorite

user42 personally i love nat and penny too but there's something special about THE lestappen wife and fiancée being besties user58 it's mae being besties with charles but natalia and max being enemies for me

nataliaruiz i might just fight someone with you over the cars

maejonesverstappen oh i am so in maxjonesverstappen1 mae, we've talked about this, you can't fight anyone charles_leclerc silvia said to take this down nataliaruiz silvia loves me, she did not say that

user57 serena and blair taking on f1 was not on my bingo card this year

rhysjones i've heard we're fighting salty spice??

redbullracing i'm sorry what? rhysjones for legal reasons this is a joke maxjonesverstappen1 i can't believe i have to deal with both of you rhysjones this is all because you chose to marry my sister

isabellaperez there are 206 bones in the human body...

oscarpiastri my sisters follow you on instagram... isabellaperez i regret nothing oscar

zoyatorres i thought we were blair and serena?

maejonesversttapen we're more like peyton and brooke zoyatorres you are so right, no man is worth it logansargeant ??? maxjonesverstappen1 YOU TOO?! zoyatorres she was mine first verstappen maxjonesverstappen1 *jones-verstappen please

user86 the matching bows!!!

user31 they're giving black swan and white swan user50 mae being the white swan has never made more sense to me

vancityreynolds i'll say this serena is much more annoying than the original

maejonesverstappen this is why hugh beat the shit out of you in your movie. vancityreynolds suck it vertically challenged!

user26 tall gf and short gf

maejonesverstappen i prefer the term snack sized maxjonesverstappen1 you're literally married to me. you're not natalia's girlfriend. maejonesverstappen never stop your husband from letting you find the love of your life victoriaverstappen oh she's so right maxjonesverstappen1 STAY OUT OF THIS VICTORIA? user26 damn men can't take a joke these days. so sensitive.. user31 it's because max is losing his wife to someone new everyday.

zoyatorres just so we're clear, i'm invited to this 'fighting of people?' there's someone at the top of my list.

maejonesverstappen of course, that's who we're getting first nataliaruiz absolutely kyle_kirwood room for one more? zoyatorres 100% percent! logansargeant please take this down. charles_leclerc please take this down. maxjonesverstappen1 i'm being told to ask for you to take this down. i actually couldn't care less but for legal purposes, please take this down. zoyatorres no ❤️ maejonesverstappen no ❤️ nataliaruiz no ❤️ kyle_kirwood i meant what i said, so no ❤️

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someone requested some iv content so here's some lil blurby stuff cause I cannot create a full length fic for the life of me lol I'm sorry bb. This isn't structured rlly it's just a collection of my random thoughts off the dome while thinking abt him so lmk if you want me to elaborate on anything.

*nsfw below the cut, MDNI*

cw: petplay, sex toys, raw sex (pls wrap that shit), mentions of choking, breeding, subspace, phone sex, mirror sex, threesomes, DP, oral

◇ he's so-

◇ when you first got together, iv was much more reserved but as the group gained some traction and more opportunities presented themselves the the boys, he can't help himself he let the fame get a *little* to his head. He's become much more outgoing in many ways and he knowssss he's fine at this point. He will use this fact against you cause he knows how easy it is to melt you from the inside out so you're a pliant little toy in his hands.

◇ he's always been so sweet to you. Constantly bringing you flowers with sweet notes or forcefully making time in his schedule so he can see his sweet girl and give her the attention she deserves. He knows it could be tough being with someone who has to keep their personal life on the low but he makes up for it 100%.

◇ he swears up and down he's not *trying* to come off this way but he's tiptoeing the line of being your sugar daddy lol. If you so much as even mention something you want in passing, it's in your hands within the next day at most. After a little, this extended from things *you* said you wanted, to things *he* wants to give you. This includes the sluttiest lingerie you've ever laid eyes on, jewelry with his name on it, and countless sex toys he pleads for you to use on camera so he can rewatch while he's out on tour.

◇ he's head over heels for you, and absolutely *cannot* get enough. Your smell, your taste, your touch, all of it. He'd inject you into his veins if possible. Even while fucking you, one angle isn't enough. iv has strategically aligned a couple mirrors so he gets all the best views of you no matter what position he's manipulated you into and ugh it makes his head spin sometimes. You deserve to be in a museum but he can't help himself but to be a lil rough with you on occasion.

◇ knows how to get into your head and all up under your skin, on multiple occasions he's slid behind you while you're getting ready in the mirror and rested his head on your shoulder just to whisper the filthiest things imaginable in your ear. He'll wrap his arms around your waist or run his hands up and down your torso, sliding down to your thighs and tugging the hem of your dress up little by little while detailing just how pretty he think you are in it in a low voice. Sometimes he'll slide one hand up and gently squeeze your throat, leaning your head back onto his shoulder while he's touching you. He makes a whole ordeal of it and most often, you end up right back in bed.

◇ he's got lots of sweet little pet names for you. Love is absolutely his favorite but sweet girl, pretty thing, sweetheart, all perfect. He's not big on degradation *however*, he did get you the prettiest engraved collar with a cute little tag reading "slut" in his handwriting.

◇ bouncing directly off that, man's into some petplay. Loves knowing you're all his and wrapped right around his finger. The physical manifestation of this is him wrapping your leash around his hand and tugging when you break eye contact while he's fucking you like he hates you (he doesn't but the way he bullies your poor insides, it sure feels like it.) He's got you a collection of pretty collars with his name on them, and adores having you sat at his feet at any given chance. He'll also literally pet you, fingers lovingly brushing your skin or running through your hair absent-mindedly but ugh it feels so fucking good, what's not to enjoy about having his hands on you? Throws you right into a comfy subspace.

◇ I think all of the ST Boys are in this boat but God if he doesn't get lightheaded at the thought of breeding you. He'll grab your hips and pull you to meet his deep thrusts while your head hangs over the edge of the bed, watching the scene from the full length mirror beside you. He gets off on the fact not only is it the *ultimate* claim on you, but thanks to his mirror fixation, he gets to watch the whole thing and know it's the exact moment he knocked you up. You're already perfect in his eyes but once you're all round and pretty, he *really* won't be able to keep his hands off of you. It'll only serve to make him more possessive as well, that's his baby carrying his actual baby, he'll be damned if anything happens to you or you're not treated like a piece of fine china.

◇ he's very possessive of you like I said, *but* if one of the other boys wanna join...he'll consider. By consider I mean he'll hold you on his lap, arms hooked under your legs and holding them open while iii eats you out like he's starved. Your head is leaned back on his shoulder and he's praising you for being so good for both of them, he'll also direct some praise to iii for treating you so well. As long as he's ultimately the one pulling the strings and directing the scene, he's in his element. Fucking you from behind while Vessel's down your throat or leaving countless dark hickeys and love bites all over your neck and chest while he and ii fill both of your holes. You're his, doesn't matter if they get a taste cause he's the one you belong to.

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Not Much Else [Pt.1]

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2,956

Warnings: canon typical violence, swearing, mention of drugs and surgery, (I’m bad at warning tags so just let me know if I need/should to add some)

Tags: Mild Proofreading, reader had bat wings, Bounty Hunting, deviation from TV show, pre!show events(?), (Again I'm bad at tags so let me know)

Summary: You're a vault experiment that makes it to the surface. Quickly you learn the lay of the land and a few years later end up working the same bounty as The Ghoul. You convince him to let you take a long after having a feeling that you just had to follow him. Where will this story lead? Only time (and my motivation) will tell.

A/N: this is cringy as shit so please forgive me. I’m trying to get back into writing and my current hyperfixation is Fallout. I've been a fan for years but a new found love was sparked with the show's release.

Be forewarned that this is going to be incredibly inaccurate to cannon events and really unrealistic honestly. But listen. If Lucy can have her finger zapped back on and working properly anything can happen.

The scientists of your vault had placed nearly 200 hundred people into cryo pods before the bombs had fallen. A few had been scientists, but most were test subjects. Those chosen to be experimented on were chosen from a vast array of different medical histories, genetic makeups, ages, and ethnicities which always resulted in different mutations. Only about one third of the subjects had volunteered, while the majority had been simply manipulated, kidnapped, and or drugged before being shoved into a cryopod.

You had been one of the majority that had been kidnapped. Before the bombs, you had been a star in HollyWood and went on to be in several films which included a western or two. You were still fairly young however, so when the threat of bombs falling had started to rise you had been cornered. A white cloth with chloroform was shoved into your face once you had gotten back to your film trailer after wrapping up the final scene for a movie you were co-starring in. You had only woken up for a brief moment after being kidnapped, which was right before they had shoved you into a pod and began the process to preserve your body for the next century or so.

When the scientist decided it was time to start experimenting, some wouldn’t survive the first round of injections but that never did stop the test. Even after death the bodies would continue to be used to determine different severities of treatments on human tissue.

However, those that didn’t have the fortune of passing within the first few rounds of chems being forced into their veins, they had far worse ahead of them. Which just so happened to be the group of unfortunate folks you wound up being.

It had been about 175 years after the bombs dropped before they dethawed you from your cryosleep and started on their process of testing and modifying your body. They had hoped, just like with all of their other experiments they had running, that you would be one of their best.

After the first initial round of chems they had started to cut into you and spliced your DNA with multiple different creatures. First it started with the removal and rewiring of your eyes. They had been replaced with those of a feline which had taken you months to recover from, but that didn’t stop the minor test they continued to perform.

The rewiring in your brain caused excruciating headaches for the first few months but soon you were able to view things from a new lens. Being able to see more than most at night was a great perk to have when the vaults tended to stay poorly lit. However this also caused you to have some sensitivities to bright lights, so in response to that the scientist designed specialized goggles to combat it but made them so they wouldn’t impair your ability to see at night with them still being on.

The next body modification came when a scorchbeast, a large mutated bat creature, had been killed and dragged into the vault. After careful consideration and candidate evaluation you had been chosen to be subjugated to the experiment. No one knew if your body would reject the new muscle and bones that had to be implanted, but your genes had the most likely success rate when looking at the data provided.

After a full year of recovery you had full mobility of the limbs, and with it having been a young scorchbeast, the wings hadn’t been to terribly large in comparison to your body. You had been due for more body installments but before the scientist had the opportunity to stick another knife in you all hell had broken loose.

One of the more aggressive test subjects had escaped from their enclosure and started wreaking havoc upon the vault. They had managed to set other people free while in a blind rage when they had broken into the control room. In doing so not only where you set free but so where all the others, including those in cryosleep.

However you hadn’t stuck around for long once everyone, mutated or not, had started attacking one another in a panic. Having seen map layouts of the vault in the halls on the way to your surgeries, you had been one of the first to make it to the surface and begin your trick through the waste land.

After a week you had managed to find your way to a town which was both a blessing and a curse. Outside the walls of the town there had been a dead man who still had his clothes on. Having realized you were still in your medical gown, you had stripped him of the garments, minus the underwear, and cut a large hole in the back of the shirt to accommodate for your wings. With pants and a shirt on you were now a little more confident when entering the settlement.

Even after getting more than a hospital gown on, people still had given you strange looks as you walked the streets. They snarled and ogled at the wings sprouting from your back, and even after tucking them under your arms while pulling them close to your sides, it didn’t stop the stairs. Your goggles had remained pulled over your eyes during the majority of your time on the surface, but you could tell people could still see the slits that were your pupils.

You had quickly learned the ways of the waste land. Caps controlled everything, violence was always the answer, and it was kill or be killed. So when a man suddenly cornered you in the alley way of that first town you were in, you quickly became a killer. Whether it was the animal genetics fused with your own or your will to survive, you had proceeded to rip that man's neck out with your teeth when he had gotten close enough.

In doing so you had gained a handful of caps, a slightly rusted knife, and a pistol that had enough ammo to mow down a small horde of ghouls. The only item of clothing you peeled from his body was a weathered trench coat made of leather. That had managed to cover your wings if you kept them tucked close enough, although a bet awkwardly.

With the handful of caps you had gathered you had managed to get some accentals and learned about bounty hunting. If you were going to survive in the world you had to adapt, and so you did.

Two years had passed since you first began living on the surface when you had encountered The Ghoul, face to face, for the first time. Both of you had been working the same job when the target in question got smart and hired a few armed guards. The two of you were knocked unconscious and tied up in a rotting building while the target and his goons ran off. You had come to when the splitting pain from being knocked out finally became too much for your body to suppress.

As you peeled your eyes open, you started to realize someone was tied to your back as you and the other person sat on the sand covered floor of the decaying house. Shuffling a bet you tried to grab the knife at your side but soon heard a groan from the person you were tied to. You hadn’t bothered before to try and see who it was, hoping to have gotten untied from one another before they had the chance to wake up and possibly kill you.

“Fucking hell.” You heard the man mumble as he tried to get his bearings as you had. Your heart made its way to your throat as you realized who it was. Although you had never met the man you recognized his voice from the rare occasion you had been in the same town together at the same time.

Fuck fuck fuck! You thought as you continued, more hastily this time, to try and get the knife at your side. You had never paid The Ghoul much attention, however you know of his reputation and that he was a gifted gun slinger. However, while you hadn't paid him much attention, he had been studying you. He had started to recognize you any time you just happened to be in the same town. It wasn't anything more than the fact you were exceedingly odd and always looked out of place from those shuffling around you. Although he was a ghoul and the farthest thing from normal looking, your wings would always take any and all attention from those around you. No matter how well hidden you tried to keep them.

“Stop fidgeting damn it.” Your body immediately froze as he spoke directly to you. A few shuffles of his own and he quickly had his hands on his own knife which sliced through the rope with relative ease. You fell forward slightly as the tension from the rope was released and you quickly stood to dust yourself off.

Turning around you saw The Ghoul doing the same thing as he stood. His duster was ripped to shreds but still served its purpose of covering him from the sun. The cowboy hat he held in his hands was quickly placed back on his head before he turned to glare at you. His spurs jingled a little as he faced you.

Everything in your body screamed at you to run before he could pull out his weapon, but his gaze had you pinned to your spot in the room. You swallowed hard before trying to move and look more relaxed then you really were. Crossing your arms you moved your eyes to meet his which started an immediate feeling of regret.

There was something about his eyes that held a feeling of familiarity but it was buried under the many years of being forced to live amongst the harsh conditions of the wasteland. The Ghoul’s eyes remained on your face for the longest time before traveling to the tips of your wings that peeked out from under your coat. You quickly tried to tuck them closer to hide them but that just led to him looking back to your face.

“Now how the hell you get those on your back?” The Ghoul pointed to where the wings had been showing just moments before. His question had brought you out of your frozen state as you tried justifying to yourself answering him truthfully. You didn’t figure it would hurt to be truthful, especially since it was only the two of you at that moment. Not to mention the odd feeling that you could rely on him to keep any information you needed to get off your chest.

“Vault experiments.” You answered plainly as you moved the extra appendages from under your coat and spread them a little farther out from your body as you stretched them. As you did this something shifted in his expression, almost a kin to pity. He looked back into your eyes as if trying to recognize you as you had done the same to him moments before. You had forgotten the fact your eyes were no longer human so whatever search he was on would be nearly impossible if he intended to find answers within them. Not to mention the fact that your goggles were currently tented from the light coming in from the setting sun.

“That’s unfortunate. Seems like those wings would be in the way of everything.” He stated while picking up some of his belongings that hadn’t been taken. You crossed your arms and leaned on one leg. Sure, the wings were annoying at first, but they had become useful as time went on. You always managed to travel farther than anyone else in the wasteland could in two days on foot.

“They’re actually quite helpful.” You stated as you began to check yourself for any belongings that might be missing. “People don’t expect an aerial assault nowadays. So ambushing people is quite the luxury when being a bounty hunter.” The Ghoul gave a low hum as he slung his bag back over his shoulder. Surprisingly enough they hadn’t stolen anything, but you assumed it was because they were more focused on getting out of there before the two of you woke up.

“Well sweetheart I must be on my way. That bounty is still out there and I don't need someone else getting my caps.” As he said this The Ghoul slung his leg over the wall of the decrepit house and began his trek to the target. Something in the back of your mind pricked at your thoughts as he walked away. The feeling that you needed to follow him into the wasteland grew stronger the farther he walked.

What was it about this guy that had you wanted to do nothing more than follow him like a lost puppy? You hadn’t meant to be working the same bounty but somehow it felt like it was meant to be. Kicking yourself mentally, you sprinted after him. He had only managed to get a few yards away before you abruptly sprinted up behind him.

Out of instinct The Ghoul pulled his gun on you and had it aimed directly at your head. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath from the short unexpected run you just had. The adrenaline pumping through your veins prevented you from freezing or seeing the gun held to your face as much of a threat at that moment. All your mind was trained on was convincing The Ghoul to take you with him on this job.

“Take me with you.” Was all you could blurt out. Your voice had been shaky which you hoped wouldn’t be too noticeable but The Ghoul definitely caught it. He lowered his gun to keep it aimed at your chest instead.

“Now why should I do that?” He asked as he raised a nonexistent eyebrow. The sun was getting low which caused a shadow to shroud most of The Ghoul’s face. A knot began to form in your stomach. You hadn’t thought this through at all but had to come up with an excuse fast.

“I can be of help. Like I stated before, aerial assault isn’t something most folks are prepared to fight against.” That was practically the only key advantage you had on most other people. You had other talents, sure, but that was back up information in case the main appeal didn’t go through.

The Ghoul lifted his gun to tip his hat out of his face to get direct eye contact with you. His gaze fell and rose as he examined your form. It made you partly embarrassed as you pulled your wings in closer. He stood there and contemplated for a while until you broke the silence.

You grabbed the goggles from your face and sat them on top of your head. Your vision quickly adjusted to the new light exposed to your eyes. As The Ghoul looked back to your face you saw a bet of shock appear on his face before it was quickly masked again.

“Listen,” You started as your hands quickly began to fidget with one another. “I don't know why but I feel as if I’m supposed to go with you. If I had an explanation of why I would tell you but I don’t except for saying it’s a gut feeling.” The Ghoul’s expression stayed the same which quickly diminished your hope of joining him. Your eyes fell to the ground as you continued to speak.

“I don’t require caps or any sort of compensation for joining since I’m doing this out of complete and utter selflessness.” You were about to continue rambling before The Ghoul let out an exasperated sigh. Your attention brought back to his form. The Ghoul was pinching between his eyebrows as he holstered his gun. A few mumbles left his lips before his gaze finally settled back upon you.

“If you slow me down-” He started to say. You quickly cut him off as the realization that he was actually taking you along settled in.

“I won’t! I promise.” You said cheerfully as your wings slightly lifted from your sides. Your demeanor was probably a bit too cheerful though with how his expression changed.

“We’ll see if you keep that promise.” The Ghoul grumbled as he looked at the setting sun. It had nearly disappeared over the horizon which had put the world in a deep shade of purplish pink. It wouldn't be long before the sun was completely gone to leave the two of you in complete darkness.

However, that didn’t stop the two of you from traveling a bet that night. Your night vision was impeccable and The Ghoul had a lamp to guide his way. You stayed silent as did The Ghoul which hadn’t surprised you much. It had been about four hours of traveling before he finally spoke to inform you that it was time to siddle for the night.

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IWTV Season 2 Episode 5 Thoughts

Great episode. It went so many places emotionally. We get Louis wising up, Armand in full predator mode and a shift in the alliances. It's no longer Armand and Louis as a "united front" against Daniel but Daniel and Louis united in pursuit of the truth.

Some thoughts as I watched:

- Young Daniel didn't have "fucking in a coffin" on his bingo card, but he wants it now that it's an option.

-  I think this episode is warming me to Danlou

     Present Daniel: did we bang back then?

     Present Louis (laughing it off) I'd never. (Gets serious) Unless you want to do it now.

- Young Daniel: "Are you the Zodiac Killer?" Daniel ... baby. I know you're high, but really? I'm glad you grew more of brain in later years. As current Daniel put it, you were a moron.

- Uh, oh. Louis's suicidal ideation popping up again. He was not just recounting the feelings from back then. He was actively longing for the sun as he spoke to Young Daniel.

- Yikes at Young Daniel presuming way too much too soon. Comparing himself to Louis's loved ones after one night is ludicrous. Didn't deserve to almost be killed for it, but yeesh.

- Louis hit hard with that speech about how dull Armand is. He doesn't need the Fire Gift for that burn.

- Holy shit. Loumand's going full A Marriage Story. These resentments needed to be aired out, but not like this. They're two vipers who know exactly where to inject their venom to make the other suffer.

- Ouch. I hate being right in this case. Past Louis walked into the sun. And here modern Louis is, his heart breaking as he realizes he had a suicide attempt he wasn't aware of.

- Oh, wow. Louis tried to reverse uno Lestat into seeking him out by publishing blatant slander just like Lestat got Louis to seek him out by sending him a love song but using his mistress's voice. God. They really are two fucked up peas in a pod.

- Poor burnt up Louis. Armand may have saved him from the sun, but he is holding that grudge something fierce. He's in full coven leader mode, dealing with witnesses and interrogating Daniel with a brutal practicality. Reasserting his dominance on Louis (emotionally) and Young Daniel (the whole shebang of torment for being the easy scapegoat). Armand is so frightening when he puppeteers Young Daniel and breaks him down to the worst aspects of himself. As Armand previously said, he's good at finding the vulnerability in the object.

- I do not believe for a second that Armand was going to let Louis go. That coffin scene is Grade A manipulation on Armand's part to guilt Louis into staying. Sure, the emotions Armand claims are real - the best manipulations have truth to them - but Armand's expertly wielding them to achieve his goals - make himself look like a love martyr and Louis feel like a bad person if he doesn't stay.

- Armand being the gentle death, soothing Young Daniel as he washes him and coaxes him into accepting an early grave. How much was Daniel's dumpster fire of a personal life the result of him chasing a high and how much was because Armand mindscrewed him into thinking that such a disappointing life was inevitable?

- Louis upped his manipulation game, too. He got Armand to spare Daniel by reaffirming the vows so to speak.

- Aww. What Louis told Young Daniel was so sweet. While Armand's words guided him to self-destruction, Louis's gave him hope in his darkest times.

- Oh, fine. Danlou can join Loustat in my prefered ships in this adaptation. You won me over, show.

- Yes! Louis finally realizes Armand scrubbed his brain like it was a crime scene. That throbbing neck vein doesn't lie. Louis is big mad at Armand.

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So I found you through your batfam/Spiderman fic and I was wondering if you could make a rec list?

Hey there! Thank you for checking out my blog and for reading my fic! I love seeing that you've commented on a chapter in my inbox.

As far as a rec list goes, I've never actually written one before. But I assume you want ones that are specifically spider-man/batman crossovers?

It's a whole new way of looking at [daddy issues] by spaghettiash: This a series of two little one-shots that I absolutely loved. It's another Peter gets transported to the DC universe with Dick Grayson looking exactly like Richard Parker. Love this one.

Help Me, I Don't Feel Like Myself Anymore by Astra_Nova_Kat: This fic was amazing, this was my bookmark comment exactly "I need this, I need this like I need oxygen, like I need love. This is so well written, I could cry. I need it injected into my veins and tattooed on the inside of my eyelids, omg." Again, much like the one above, Peter is transported into the DCU and stumbles across alternate versions of Richard Parker and Ben Parker. I loved it.

Aunt May and the Justice League by Anonymous: This fic is great, if you love the idea of Aunt May being kick ass and -fade to black- sleeping her way through the Justice League in a super classy way, and being such a supportive mum to her dear nephew Peter in the DCU. Very much open relationships, though the main plot doesn't really start to kick in until a few chapters in.

Green, through and through by another_fucking_robin: I love this one, particularly because it's trans Peter Parker. There just aren't enough of them, and when it's well written, it plucks at my heart strings. Plus, the Lazarus Pit is an ally, and I love that for them. This fic just starts off so good, I was in love with it from chapter one.

rot with all the burnouts in the cell by magnuschases: This fic is really entertaining. Like, Dick Grayson, you are the father! And Peter's responses were just great. Awkward grandpa!Bruce will always have my heart.

Singing In My Blood by LialeeEderian: This one is cute. Peter literally falls into Dick Grayson's life. Dick Grayson is clearly his alternate universe dad, and everyone can see it.

a shining spider web by Selador: an alternate spin off of Dark Matter by mysterycyclone. In this fic, the nice guy on the subway that gives him sunglasses during his migraine, clearly Jason Todd, takes him home and adopts him. Very cute and sweet.

Homesick by NotSoSweetHeh: I adore this fic. Peter convinces the Batfam that he's actually an alien, rather than a dimension traveller. Seems easier to him, that way. And it is very easy for him to pull off.

Harry Potter and the Great Custody Battle by dajgen: Okay, say what you will about JKR, she's TERF piece of shit and I hate her. However, I do not hate Dajgen and their work (that would make me a hypocrite, considering my work Wildflowers in the Spring, with is also a HP/DC crossover). Controversial to add a HP related fic, but I feel like I should add it anyway, because I genuinely enjoyed it. It's basically a fic where Harry is related to both Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne. Harry needs them to get out of the Triwizard Tournament. So, a threeway crossover. I won't give anymore spoilers, should you choose to read it.

I hope you liked my picks, I've never actually made one of these before, so I hope I did it right 😅 feel free to hit me up if you want to share your thoughts about my recommendations. I tried to pick fics that were in a similar vein to mine, since I wasn't sure exactly what you were looking for. Thank you for this ask, it was really fun putting this list together! Shout out to all these very talented writers. There's plenty more, but I don't want to inundate you. If you want more recommendations at a later date, feel free to ask me again 💕💕

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my hand slipped and i wrote 2K of About To Be Cheating Cheaters buddie (sorry tommy!). here's one half of what i've gotten down so far.

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“That's why I'm here, hermano. To make your drunk ass drink lots of water, and to stop all that spiralling shit in its detrimental tracks. If you haven't figured it out by now, I don't much like things that hurt my family.”

Eddie's head is still spinning. 

“Hermano? Really Buck? I've only ever been a brother, never had one. But I'm pretty sure any brother of mine wouldn't look a lick like you.”

Dios, Eddie is so, so drunk, and such a horrible person for being so, so glad that Buck is here, with Eddie, instead of someplace with his boyfriend that Eddie definitely does not want to be thinking about.

Eddie needs Buck like oxygen right now because Eddie is a pathetic mess. What the fuck would some perfect pilot that's built like a brick shithouse know about being a pathetic mess? Screw you, Iceman—Buck and Eddie are the Maverick and Goose of this movie, fuck you very much. Always have been. Always will be. 

Buck's eyebrows are trying to migrate and join up with his hairline. “Oh, really? What, I'm not good-looking enough to be a Diaz? Is that it?” 

That is very much not it. 

Eddie teases, “Aw, guapo, you worried you're not pretty enough for me?” because he clearly left his last bit of sanity in the hook and ladder down on Main. He feels like he's having an out of body experience, looking down on himself from up on the ceiling and can practically see his blood fizzing beneath his skin like someone injected popping candy into his veins while he wasn't looking.

What the fuck is he doing? 

Buck isn't as drunk as Eddie, but he suddenly looks stone cold sober, blinking furiously through whatever emotions are gripping him right now. Eddie can usually tell what Buck is feeling without having to so much as look at him, but there's currently so much candied rum in his system that it's numbing his higher brain function.

“Uh, that's, uh—it's—that's not exactly what I was getting at, Eddie,” Buck stumbles, trying to right himself from the suckerpunch. 

“So what exactly are you getting at, Evan.”

Eddie never uses that name. Not once before telling Buck about changing his will, and never since. He'd only opted back in that hospital room to call Buck by what is printed on his birth certificate to get his full attention, so he understood that what Eddie was telling him was really fucking important. Back when Eddie had very almost told Buck how he feels about him, before bailing on the notion at the last millisecond like the chicken-shit he is and always has been. 

Tommy calls Buck Evan. Only ever calls him Evan. As if he knows the first fucking thing about Eddie's best friend! Eddie thinks that at this exact moment in time, regardless of how the guy is supposed to be his shiny new pal, he might just despise Tommy Kinard with every fibre of his being. Who the hell does he think he is, flying in on his helicopter like every day is leg day, with his stupid, funny fake-mouth-static and those stupid, handsome cheekbones, pissing all over Eddie's territory with his probably Incredible Hulk sized dick and trying to take Eddie's Buck away from him?

You're mine, he thinks. Almost says it, too. And he might say it yet, if Buck keeps on squirming as beautifully as he is right now, the raging heat of his twitchy body searing into Eddie's side like a branding iron that states If Lost Return To Evan Buckley. 

And I'm yours, he thinks, and knows it to be true. Knows he could make it true, that it could maybe be everything, potentially, if only Eddie stopped being such a yellow-belly. 

Fuck Kinard. Fuck all of them that have come before and after Eddie. None of them have loved, or love Buck the way he does. None of them. Eddie knows this because he loves Buck so much it somehow fortifies his heart to make it able to force its way through the spaces between his cracked rib cage and break free to beat wildly in double-time, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding. 

Eddie, feeling drunker by the second, hasn't looked away from Buck in a hot minute—Buck who now looks like he might be having a minor stroke. Stretching across to plop his glass clumsily onto the coffee table and missing the coaster by a Texas mile, Eddie then dries any possibility of lingering water droplets from his moustache with a clunky swipe of his thumb and forefinger, before turning to face Buck with a lot more cock-surety than sense. 

Buck is Eddie's best friend. His partner. The man who loves his kid. The man who Eddie gave his kid to because they both love his kid that much. He's the lunatic who has unofficially moved in with Eddie—because Eddie has driven their kid away with his epic levels of bullshit—even though he currently has a boyfriend.

Buck, Buck, Buck, who Eddie is now positive should be his boyfriend. 

Licking his lips, he feels like he's forgetting something. Like maybe all of the reasons he's steered himself clear of this iceberg for so long—only he's far too drunk, and far too selfish, to try to remember that or care. 

Buck swallows, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, and Eddie wants fervently to get his teeth and tongue around it. Then he's muttering, “Eddie, I just meant—” 

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, begs, demands. 

His fingertips have found the soft fabric of Buck's deep blue waffle-weave shirt, where it's covering the expanse of his chest. He's trying to get to his heart, he realises, feeling blindly for any sign of double-time, wanting to taste the blood in its chambers the way Buck has tasted Eddie's.

“Yeah,” Buck breathes, mirroring Eddie which doesn't make a lick of sense apart from the fact that it makes perfect sense, to Eddie. 

Eddie's cheeks are burning but he thinks fuck it, throwing the both the extinguisher and life ring overboard and going full steam ahead. 

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Stoner or Sober: Scott Pilgrim Headcanons

From somebody who injects weed into my veins, who do I think partakes in this activity too?

NOTES: I have only seen the movie and Takes Off. I have only read up to before Todd's defeat in the comics and I know vague spoilers. Ken and Kyle are not here because they don't get a lot of development in either.

WARNINGS: Mentions of drug use, Mentions of drug abuse, Slight Spoilers for Scott Pilgrim Takes Off / Scott Pilgrim vs The World. Maybe a little OOC

Scott:

No, Sober. He rarely drinks, he doesn't even BEGIN to touch on weed. He briefly tried it before with either Wallace or Envy in college, but called it quits. He didn't like it much then, doesn't like it more now. When he first moved in with Wallace, he would sometimes accidentally eat edibles Wallace put out for himself, now he knows not to touch Wallace's food.

Ramona:

Occasionally. She used to be really into it when she was in highschool. She still occasionally uses it, but uses it less now because she was using it to hurt herself. I headcanon she used it a lot more when she was with Gideon. It made her not care about the abuse she was suffering from with him. She only does it with people she trusts now and needs more reassurance.

Kim:

YES, That is a stoner right there. That's one of the reasons he roommates hate her, she's in her room puffing off her bong. Tried it in her first year of college, and became really into it near the end. It's kind of hard to tell when she's been smoking because she really doesn't change much outwardly. She is the best person here to smoke with.

Stephen:

Occasionally. He doesn't smoke, but he has taken gummies before. He uses it to calm his anxiety down occasionally. Doesn't buy it himself, but if Julie or Neil offers one to him, he's not one to really say no. He's always hesitant when he's offered one, but everyone including himself knows he's going to take it. If he takes one, he is out of commission for the rest of the day.

Young Neil:

Yes. This entry is mainly targeted towards Comic Neil. Even though its not healthy, that's how he deals with his problems. He really just needs to set down the bong sometimes. He eventually would begin to have a healthier relationship with it. Sometimes he goes off with Kim and they go smoke together. I think that Kim would really help him get his shit together and begin to have a healthier relationship with it.

Wallace:

Occasionally. He's tried it, but he doesn't like to mix weed and alcohol, so he usually just sticks with alcohol. Like, he's not going to say no if he's offered it, hell sometimes he goes and searches it out. Has gotten Scott to do it on multiple occasions. He likes to smoke in a group, even if Scott is pulled into it, he can't be left alone.

Julie:

Yes. It's mainly when she's upset and needs something to calm her down. Luckily, she doesn't need it as much as Neil thinks he does. Probably smokes/does edibles once or twice a week. No preference in methods. She gets less bitchy and she likes to sit on the couch watching shitty rom-coms. She usually would want to be alone, but when Gordon came down to her place, she loves getting stoned with him, even if he's not doing any.

Matthew:

No. He just hasn't run into it at a time he wanted to try it. He's comfortable with hanging out with a lot of stoned people, that's not an issue for him, he actually likes it, he thinks its funny. He gets a little curious when it gets brought up, or when somebody mentions it, but wouldn't go out of his way to obtain it. He's just not really interested. If he were ever to get blazed, I think his demon hipster chicks would be blazed too.

Lucas:

Yes, he gets blazed back at his trailer (THIS IS CANON TO THE MOVIE BTW). He's not a absolute pothead, he just likes to partake in it regularly. After a pretty rough day of shooting scene after scene, he like to light up his bong and have a fun night with his friends. Doesn't like taking gummies, it's either smoking it or nothing. He just can't get over the taste.

Todd:

Yes. Envy always has to find him the Vegan strands so he can keep his powers. Envy also has to shut him up when he's talking about it because it's just normal for him. Sometimes uses it to calm his pre-show jitters. He doesn't smoke as much as Envy, but that's because he doesn't like rolling, and Envy kept the bong in the divorce.

Envy:

Yes. She loves it, but doesn't like to tell people about it and will only tell people she trusts. Unlike Todd, she doesn't like using it before a show, she's not willing to risk it. Besides from Todd, the only person that knows she's fond of it is Scott. If Wallace found out, that shit would be on the cover of every celebrity gossip magazine, she would also be charged because this is 2001.

Roxie:

Yes. Like Neil, when Ramona left her, she used it a lot to get over her problems. Now she realized that was unhealthy and stopped for a bit. With her and Ramona making up (In SPTO), she is now trying to have a healthier relationship with it because she did genuinely like it. I think her and Todd are stoner buddies, she used to just go over so she could flirt with Envy, but they became like a stoner trio.

Gideon:

No. Never tried it, and I don't think he ever will. Maybe, MAYBE Julie would get him to try it, but I honestly don't think he would like it. He might try it a few times when he's throwing his pity party, but after that, he's done. He still hangs out with Julie when she does it though. He wouldn't like the way it makes him feel.

Thank you for reading my stoner headcanoning, there will be more.

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17: Unhappy Campers: A Year Ago

@d4rkprdise

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A Year Ago

"Tie it, asshole." You said to your dealer. The dealer tied the blue band around the arm, tapped your vein, and pierced the needle. You winced as he injected the meth into the blood stream.

"Oh fuck," You whispered, getting hit with instant euphoria. The dealer gently took out the needle and untied the blue band. "I feel so happy." You said softly, looking up at the ceiling.

"Haven't you been doing this since you were like 16?" He laughed.

"Ha! Yeah. My parents made me do it. Well, not meth, but the other shit. Then I got too addicted."

"You have a pretty face for someone to be addicted to meth."

"Is that a compliment?" You stood up and stretched before doing acrobatic routines.

"You sure are flexible." The dealer commented, tying up the blue band around his arm to inject H8.

"Thanks to the circus." You stood up on the wobbly table. "Who wants to get this party started!"

Everyone else in the living room cheered. Another guy turned up the music, while another turned off the lights. The only thing lighting up this room was the flashing led lights.

You danced like there was no tomorrow. Doing acrobatics on the table, screaming, cheering. You loved the heighten senses and the euphoria feeling. All problems goes away whenever stimulants is in your system. You don't have to think about what you did to Blitzo and Fizz, doesn't have to think about how Fizz is disabled, doesn't have to think that you became a drug addict since 14.

You tripped on your shoe laces and collapsed onto the couch with the dealer. "Why do you use H8? It sucks, makes you feel so droopy."

"It's better than being cracked out." The dealer scooted closer to you. "There's an orgy upstairs, you should join."

"Fuck no." You laughed.

"You always enjoy those."

"That was a one time thing because I needed money."

"You did it more than once." He joked.

"Yeah, for money. I don't like doing it." You frowned a bit.

"Whatever," He stood up. "Come join whenever you need to." The dealer walked upstairs.

You groaned before tying the blue band around your arm again, wanting more meth into your system. I don't want to get fucking reminded.

Tap, fist, inject, breathe, pull it out, untie. You exhaled, eyes shot open, and stood up. Your breathing intensified, heart beating uncontrollably, but the euphoria...oh the euphoria is what made it all better.

You opened the back door to get fresh air. The wind blowing on your face felt relaxing. You then remembered the time where you were about 14 or 15 (high on coke) Blitzo made you ride the ferris wheel with him. You didn't really mind them, but when high it was a different experience. The wind was blowing while they were riding it, both were laughing, swinging the seat, occasionally holding onto each other because the wind made the seat swing too much. It was one of the best memories for you.

Sure you miss Blitzo, but you know he's better off without you. The two of you haven't spoken to each other in about 14 years.

You instantly got hit with a crazy idea. You wanted to see if you can check yourself into rehab and then escape it. You got all of this built up energy you need to release.

You took off in the middle of the night. Your shoes slamming onto the ground as you ran to the closest rehab center.

Since you didn't have a car, you had to take a bus to the Sloth ring because it's Hell, there's hardly any rehab centers.

You kicked the doors open and ran over to the counter.

"I would like to check myself in please." Your smile gotten bigger.

The receptionist looked at you confused. "Uh..you?"

"Yep!"

"Are you on anything?"

"Meth. Like right now." You laughed. "Come on let me in here!" So I can try to break out.

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"Barbie you have a new roommate." The nurse let you walk in.

"Y/n?!"

"Barbie!? Holy shit!" You laughed.

"I take it that you two know each other. Anyway, don't kill each other." The woman left.

Barbie walked over to you and pulled you into a hug. "I missed you, you asshole."

"It's been so long! How have you been? Well obviously not good because you're in here."

"You're on meth aren't you?" Barbie pulled away and crossed her arms.

"Uh yeah. Anyway I'm gonna try to break out."

"Why? You just checked yourself in."

"So I can see if I can escape! Girl I got so much energy right now I bet you I can kick that door down." You laughed. "You should come with me!"

"No..I'm good. I need to stay."

"Oh. Well...what's been going on with you? And can you make it quick I really wanna see if I can escape. But I do miss you sooo."

"Forget it. I'm still pissed at you for getting hooked and leaving the circus. We tried calling you Y/n!"

"I know...but-" Your eyes widened in realization. "Blitzo! Holy shit I haven't seen him in years!" You smiled. "Damn we were so close too."

"Just chill the fuck out. I guess we'll talk once you're sober enough. I'm surprised they didn't give you narcan."

"Oh it's because a fuck ton of people just overdosed while that vagina face was showing me to my room. Speaking of, I'm gonna leave so, bye!"

Barbie stopped liking you whenever you started to do harder drugs back in the circus. It was annoying to her watch you bounce up on the walls and talk crazy fast. That's honestly why Barbie preferred to do downers. She got offered stimulants many times but she didn't want to end up like you.

You ran out the room and ran into a taller succubus. "Watch it!"

"Verosika? It's a fucking reunion!" You shouted. "Didn't know they let pop stars be in here."

"Uh who are you?"

"Y/n."

"I'm just gonna call you crack head." She said in a teasing laughter.

"Fuck you too then." You scoffed. "Have fun being in here. I'm getting out."

You ran through the maze of hallways before finding the exit. Heart pounding out of your chest as you were getting closer and closer.

You felt your collar being tugged on, "Let me go, you freak!"

"You're not leaving." A hellhound nurse said.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because you seriously need help."

"No I don't. I don't need help." You glared.

The hellhound, still holding you by your collar, took you back to the room.

Barbie chuckled, "Guess you can't break out."

The hellhound sat you down on the bed, "Lay down."

You obliged, laying down on the hard bed. "What are you doing?"

The hellhound nurse pulled out a red box from his pocket and opened it up. He took out a needle and moved your shirt down to where he could easily inject it into your chest.

"Whoa whoa whoa! What the fuck are you doing?"

"Narcan. We need to sober you up."

"Wait-Gah! Fuck!" You hissed.

Your eyelids became droopy, fatigued washed over you. "You bitch." You mumbled.

Sober you looked around. "I want to leave! I regret this! I was just cracked out please let me leave." You pleaded.

The hellhound shook his head in sympathy. "Sorry man, you need help." He said before walking away and closing the door.

"Well...what has your life been like?" You laid back down on the bed, drooling a bit.

"Been like shit. Ya know, because Blitzo started the fire."

"He did?" You said, confused.

"He got jealous at Fizz and started the fire. He killed our mom." Her eyes watered.

"Barbie..I had no idea. I mean, I knew what happened but I didn't know he caused it." You softly said.

"Ever since then I got hooked on H8. Blitzo knows about it and he wants to help but I don't ever want to see his face."

"Him and I were best friends. I haven't seen him in 14 years."

"I was pissed off at you for becoming a drug addict. But now since I am I can't really be mad at you."

You chuckled, "Yeah...I am sorry for leaving the circus and then ghosting everyone."

"At least you didn't start the fire."

"I guess so..." You kept quiet.

"What about you? What happened after you left?"

"Went to my dealers house and lived with him. Still am living there but I guess not anymore since I'm here." You rolled your eyes.

"Are you planning on going back to his house?"

"I don't exactly know. Living there is an absolute nightmare when I'm sober. But when I'm high I don't have a care in a world."

~~

Two months later you were finally able to leave, but Barbie was still in there whenever you left.

You didn't want to go back to that house, you were miserable there. You ended up on the streets for a couple of weeks, living in alleyways next to all of the other homeless people.

At first you tried to stay clean, but ended up shooting up meth a day later.

On the second week you tried to stay clean again. You realized that you can't stay on the streets any longer without getting harassed, hurt, or raped. So you pulled out your phone, and called Blitzo.

~~~

You sat on the couch at I.M.P, listening to the sinner that was speaking to Millie and Moxxie.

Blitz came rushing in, covered in bush leaves, bruises and dirt. You looked at him confused as you got up and followed him to his office.

"Shit, are you okay?"

"I know you and Barb were in rehab together. Do you have any idea where she might be?" His eyebrows furrowed.

You got taken back. "No, is she out now?"

"Apparently she checked herself out months ago. You sure you don't know where she might be at?"

"Blitz, I'm sure. Are you trying to find her?"

Moxxie interrupted the two's conversation. "Uh, pardon moi, sir."

"Not now, Mox."

"Sir, there's a client that needs us to investigate his death, and we don't usually-"

"No tiiiime"

"But, sir, we really need the cashflow, and I was thinking maybe-"

"What part of "NO. FUCKING. TIIIIIIIME." do you not understand? Just handle it yourself."

"You want me to lead? On a hit?"

"I swear on all that is evil, Mox! If you aren't out of my office in negative," He slammed his fist on the table. "three seconds-"

"Youuu GOT IT, sir!" Moxxie slammed the door shut.

Blitz pulled out a notary card and flipped through it. "I want you to come with me to find Barb."

"Really? Why?"

"Well because you two were in rehab together and you didn't ask her where she's living or where she might be." He spat.

"Blitz I told you many times I left wayyyy before she did. How was I supposed to know where she might went? I was so miserable there. I checked myself in while I was high on meth thinking I could escape. I didn't actually want to be sober and be there. We barely talked!"

"Fuck it. Don't help me, I can do this shit on my own." He spat.

You sighed and sat on the table, "I want to help. But I also don't want you to get mad at me for not knowing where she is."

He stayed silent.

"What do we do now?"

Blitz opened up his computer and searched up Barbie on social media. You leaned over the desk to look.

Barbie's profile didn't change much. There was no indication of where she might be.

"Check her occupation, sometimes people post where they work." You pointed out.

Blitz scrolled down and saw that her occupation was working at a pharmaceutical store. He stood up, you following him out of I.M.P and inside his van.

"You think she's gonna be there?" You fastened your seat belt.

"Better be." He mumbled. "Why wouldn't she tell me?"

"Whenever we were roommates she said she didn't like you that much because of the fire." You said with sympathy.

Blitz heavily sighed and rubbed his temples. "It wasn't my fault." He mumbled.

The two kept quiet while Blitz drove to the pharmaceutical store.

The van came into a drastic stop and the two got out and entered the store.

The pharmacist notices Blitz as he stops by the counter and brings up his phone to show the pharmacist the photo of his sister.

"Hi, I'm lookin for one of your employees, her name is Barbie. Does she work here?"

The pharmacist raised his eyebrow, confused of who Blitz was or why he was doing here.

"Wait, what? Who are you?"

Blitz grabs the pharmacist by his collar and pulls him over the desk before slamming him hard against the wall. He growls out of frustration and slams him again.

"Someone who's gonna get reeeal creative if you don't tell him what he wants!"

Blitz uses his tail to slap the pharmacist repeatedly to leave bruises on his cheek.

"Where is she, fucknut? I know you know! It only gets worse from here, asshole!"

"Okay Blitz, I think that's enough-"

"Shut the fuck up!" He turned his head towards you.

You looked at him with shock and took a step back. Holy shit.

Blitz slaps the pharmacist multiple times before he finally gave up.

"Okay! Okay! She's out on a pickup!"

"Where?"

"In the Gluttony Ring! I don't know where exactly! I swear!"

Blitz grumbled and dropped the pharmacist. He pushed opened the doors to leave, you following behind him once again.

"Don't even think about getting drugs from here."  Blitz spat, putting the key in the ignition to turn the car on.

"Wasn't planning on it." You mumbled. "Were you this adamant about finding me?"

"Huh?" He got caught off guard.

"Did you try to find me?"

"Why are you asking?"

You shrugged. "Just wondering."

Blitz gathered the words of what he was going today, "For a short while. I tried calling but you didn't pick up. I asked your parents and they said you never came home." He sighed. "I was worried shitless. And now I have to do it all over again for my fucking sister."

You rested your hand on his upper knee, gently rubbing it to try to sooth him. "I'm sorry."

Blitz didn't say anything, just kept his eyes on the road.

They went all the way to the Gluttony ring and asked around but nobody saw her.

"What about Beezlebub? Should we ask her?" You suggested.

"Wouldn't hurt. But Y/n I swear I will punch you if you get drugs from her."

"Wasn't planning on it."

You and Blitz stood outside the golden gates and knocked on her door. A couple of minutes later a familiar hellhound opened the door.

"Blitz! Hey man! And Y/n nice to see you two." Tex answered.

"Yeah, yeah, is your girlfriend here? I need to ask her something."

"Yeah, come on in. Haven't seen you two since the party. Y/n you're looking better." Tex let the two imps inside.

"Blitz had to give me narcan. Almost died." You chuckled, Blitz just glared.

"Oh shit." Tex laughed. "Babe! These two imps want to talk to you!" He shouted for his girlfriend.

Beezlebub flew down and squealed. "Y/n! Holy shit girl I miss you!" She pulled you into a hug. "You doing good?"

"Yeah, I am." Before you could say anything else Blitz shoved his phone in Beezlebub's face.

"Have you seen Barbie?"

Beezlebub looked closer, "She looks familiar. I think she gave me some of her drugs for one of my party's kinda recently."

"Do you know where she might be?"

"Maybe Lust? She asked me about Asmodeus, kinda forgot what for because I was hella drunk." She giggled.

"Ugh not him. Anyway, thanks." Blitz grabbed your hand and left Beezlebub's house.

"Goodluck!" She yelled out.

~~

"Blitz, we've been wondering around Lust for almost a whole week." You whined. "Can we please ask him?"

"No. I do not want to see him or Fizz."

"What about me? I can ask."

"Y/n, Fizz hated you as much as I did whenever you left."

You frowned.

"I don't hate you anymore. Look, let's just ask around some more, please."

"Wait, I thought you said you never hated me." You glared.

"At first I did, but only for like a week."

Asshole.

You walked with Blitz. Getting dark as the hours went by and your feet was blistering up.

The two found a dark alley way with some people smoking out of crack pipe. You felt uneasy, wanting to relapse.

"Hey, have you seen her?" Blitz showed them his phone.

"Yeah, man! I used to deal H8 to her!" The male imp said.

You got a closer look, recognizing that face and voice from anywhere. "Oh shit." You mumbled.

The guy looked over at you, "Y/n?" He smiled and pulled you into a hug. "It's been like what? A year?"

"You know him?" Blitz asked you.

"Yeah..he used to be my dealer.."

"What?! Did you know he dealed to Barb?"

"No! I swear! She didn't live at the house so I didn't know!"

"Whoa, whoa, this is Blitzo? You use to talk about him alll the time." The dealer laughed.

"O is silent now, asshole. Anyway where is Barb?" Blitz got closer to him.

"Probably with Jack. I saw her one time with him and he gave her some crystal to go to the human world or something."

"Where is he?"

"Probably couple blocks that way." He pointed.

"Fuck you for selling to Y/n and Barb." He gritted his teeth before grabbing your hand.

"I take it you're clean now?" The dealer asked.

"Yeah. Trying to, anyway."

"Good for you, man."

Blitz forcefully pulled you away. "You lived with that guy for years and didn't know he sold to Barbie?"

"Dude, I promise I didn't know! I only knew him and the people at the house."

Blitz still held your hand, gripping it as they pass through every drug ridden alleyway.

"Why are you holding my hand?"

"So you don't run off and get drugs."

"Kinda hurts that you don't trust me."

"Yeah, well it's because I don't." He jabbed.

You were too stunned to speak. Eventually they made it to the right alleyway and to their luck they found Jack.

"You Jack?" Blitz walked up to the imp.

"Yeah, you need anything?"

Blitz let go of your hand and grabbed Jack by the neck.

"Where is it?"

"Where's what, man?" He groaned.

"The fucking crystal!"

He shoves the dealer against the wall.

"It's here man, I swear!"

Blitz took out his pistol from his back pocket and planted it under Jack's chin.

"Open it."

Jack did what he was told and takes out an Asmodean Crystal. He shoots a beam behind Blitz and a crystal mirror portal opens up.

"Thanks."

Blitz throws Jack into a nearby dumpster and held your hand again before entering the portal to Earth. The two walked through and hid in a bush.

"She better be here, Y/n." He mumbled.

The two crawled onto the ground and heard a familiar yell.

You turned your head and saw Moxxie on top of Blitz.

"What in the- SIR?!"

"MOXXIE?!" Blitz shoved Moxxie off. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"Trying to finish the job you gave me!"

"Christ on a stick, you're still working on that? It's been like a fucking week. THIS is why I don't trust you with dick, Mox."

Blitz walked towards the shack, you and Moxxie following behind.

"And what exactly are you two doing here, sir?"

"Apparently, helping finish your botched job...But, mostly I'm looking for my sister."

Blitz stands back and kicks the door open with a loud slam. "BARBIE!"

"BLITZ?!"

"You know her?!"

"Do I know her? That's my sister, fuckface!"

"Y/n? What the fuck are you doing here?" Barbie pointed at you. "And what the fuck are you doing here, shithead?" Barbie said to Blitz before turning back to you. "why are you with him?"

"I ended up living with him after I left rehab...didn't have anywhere else to go."

"Barbie, I should be asking you the same thing! You check yourself out of rehab, no call, no note, and I have to track you down to this shithole with... Who the fuck is this?"

"No one! He works for me. And who's the little twink here?"

"No one... He works for me."

"Sir, that guy's the target!"

"Oh, shit, Barb! Looks like your little boy toy got himself into some trouble." Blitz laughed.

"The fuck are you talking about?"

"He killed our client, and now our client wants to kill him back." Moxxie recalled.

"You fucking WHAT?!"

"He found out about your drugs." He shrugged.

"I don't want to fucking hear it, kid." She pointed to the three imps. "Look, you're not killing my supplier!"

"Oh, fuck... supplier of what? You're not back on that H8 are you?"

"Fuck, no! It's just heroin."

"Oh. Thank, Satan."

"I thought you were mad at Y/n for getting addicted to meth and leaving the circus? Thought you hated her?" Barbie crossed her arms.

Blitz glanced at you and then back at his sister. "Not anymore. She stayed clean, for the most part. And wait, now you're peddling heroin? What's the point? That shit barely gets rid of a headache."

"It's honest work, okay? And I thought it would be sure to keep me as far away from you as possible."

Moxxie pulled out a knife. "And you teamed up with genius here because...?"

"Do you have any idea how easy teenage humans are to manipulate?"

"Heeey! No, I'm not!"

Barbie turns her head with sad eyes. "Oh, Jimmy-wimmy, can you pwease keep loading up deez druggie-wuggies for me?" She slightly bent over to show him her underwear.

"Heh. Sure, Barb. Whatever you say." He went back to load the heroin on the boat.

"Sir... I've spent a week on this...I'm finishing it, one way, or another..."

Before Moxxie could move to kill Jimmy, Barbie comes up to his face with a snarling growl and ferocious glare bearing down at Moxxie.

"Don't you dare!"

Moxxie charges at Jimmy and then brought up his knife to stab the guy, but just before he could, Barbie caught Moxxie before throwing him over, making him crash into the boat that was inside the shed.

Barbie uses the crystal to turn herself back into her imp form, "Come on, Blitzo, haven't you fucked my life up enough already?"

You pulled out your new contractible metal pole that Blitz made so you can fit it into your pockets without losing it again.

"Really? After two months of me telling you how much I hate Blitz you're working with him? You're a fucking bitch." Barbie spat.

"Barbie, he didn't mean it-"

"I don't care! What happened, had happened."

Moxxie got out of the water and launched towards Jimmy, but Barbie kept pulling Moxxie away from him.

I.M.P tried to make moves to kill Jimmy, but Barbie would always end up getting in the way to keep them from killing him.

Blitz and Moxxie held onto Barbie tightly so she wouldn't escape, while you swung the pole to hit his legs so he wouldn't run.

Barbie managed to get out of their grip and launched herself, pinning you down.

Blitz pulled out a gun and was getting ready to fire but Barbie used her tail to knock it out of his hands.

You held onto Barbie and rolled her to where you're on top of her. "If I can get clean so can you, I promise."

"You have no say in this. You purposely checked yourself into rehab so you could escape because your meth head told yourself you could do it."

"Wait, what?" Moxxie questioned.

Barbie laughed and used her tail to pull you off by your hair.

You quickly stood back up and picked up the pole to hit Barbie but she ducked, while Blitz and Moxxie was trying to kill off Jimmy.

The four imps ran around the shack, trying to kill off Jimmy while Barbie is trying to prevent it.

In a split second a firework went off and completely demolished Jimmy, blood splattering everywhere.

The four imps looked at each other in shock.

"SATAN FUCKING DAMNIT!!! Thanks a lot, Blitzo, I'm out of a job! FUCK!"

"Barb, wait! I want to help you- Let me help you, please? You're clean now, right? Let's... grab dinner, we'll catch up, and we'll talk about-"

Barbie let out a roar of laughter. "You don't fucking GET IT! Just cause I'm outta rehab doesn't mean I wanna see you! I NEVER wanna see you, EVER! And Y/n...fuck you for being with him."

Barbie opened up the portal with the crystal.  "Next time you want to find me, Blitzo, DON'T!" She entered the portal before closing up.

"I'm gonna go see Millie...You okay?" Moxxie put his hand on Blitz's shoulder.

"I'm fine." He gritted.

Moxxie reluctantly took his hand off and left the shack, leaving you and Blitz alone.

You turned towards Blitz, "I'm sorry about...everything."

"Don't be. Let's go." He said with a harsh tone.

~~~

I.M.P. made it back to the headquarters, all sitting at the table and watching the news talking about how Millie and Moxxie committed incest.

"Gonna be honest, Moxxie- Not too bad for your first solo mission."

"Reeeeeally, siiiir?" He beamed.

"Nooo, no, not really. You're a fucking disgrace."

Moxxie frowned while Millie giggled, resting her head on his shoulder.

You got up from the table and went to the bathroom, sitting on the floor and rested your head against the wall. You pulled your knees in close. Shit..I want to get high so bad.

You sighed and lightly hit the back of your head against the wall. Hearing the door knock, you jerked.

"You okay in there?" Blitz said from the other side.

"Yeah."

"....Can I come in?"

With hesitant you unlocked the door and let him in. The two sat down beside of each other.

"I can tell you want to relapse."

You raised an eyebrow, "You do?"

"I know you. Just don't..please? I can't handle it. Especially not now."

You softly smiled. "I'm not going to."

Blitz pulled you closer to him, "I'm glad you called me a year ago. I'm so fucking glad you called."

[lavafell]

Take my hand, and believe we can be together forever more.

Holy shit, it's been actual years since I've drawn my girl! To celebrate, time for a ramble that no one will read, lol.

Aerith has been my favorite character of all time for almost 2 decades now. Her death traumatized me and despite the fact that it took me actual years to get past the Jenova LIFE fight she never left my mind.

No, seriously, I had to watch her die again every time I got a game over, aqualung is the reason Aerith's death scene is PERMANENTLY burned into my memory!!

Anyway I eventually beat the game. But even before that, I remember trying on and off for years to put my love for Aerith down on paper by drawing her. I tried SO many times to draw her, but it never felt right and I eventually gave up on it. I thought something was wrong with me, that I just wasn't good enough at art or that I just wasn't a good enough Aerith fan.

Smash cut to 2021, and I play Remake! My love for Aerith is only made more intense, and with an outlet for my special interest, FFVII becomes my entire life again. I attempted to draw her more, but again, no luck.

I now realize that my inability to draw Aerith was the result of my mental health issues working together with feelings of being undeserving or too stupid to really call myself a fan. Early this year I cut out the people in my life that made me feel that way, and sometime later I was finally able to get a PS5 and Rebirth.

My relationship with minigame hell aside, I love the characterization. I love Aerith. I've been mowing through the game and plan to Platinum it.

All this to say, I just recently got to see the No Promises to Keep scene. At first the different voice was jarring, and I stubbornly refused to give the song a chance.

But today, I decided I wanted to try drawing my girl again. So I listened to an arrangement of the song in the OG game's style, then a music box cover, and then finally I gave the actual song a chance.

I need to inject it directly into my veins.

The music, the lyrics, the way Loren Allred's voice carries the emotions directly into your heart, they all scream so so much love for Aerith and FFVII as a story. I have my gripes with the Remake project's plot/writing, but I can never deny the team's love for the story and characters.

Listening to that music and looking at both Aerith's OG and Remake designs, I finally managed to draw her in a way that felt right. I nearly cried at having that way to show my love for her.

So thank you, Loren Allred. I know you're never gonna see this, but thank you. You helped me put my love for this character out into the world, and I think this was my first step toward being able to properly make progress in my fanfic.

I love you Aerith qwq

[dragontamerno3]

DS9 S2 E5 - Cardassians

I am going to gush about Garak and Bashir for most of this post, and just about every episode those two are together, but first I want to actually talk about the serious stuff.

I hadn't considered the possibility of Cardassians being left behind on Bajor but I def didn't consider the possibility that they left kids behind. It hurt to see the poor little girl later on when Bashir and Garak go down to the surface. As much as I want to softer Trek show at times, I really appreciate how much this show is touching on the dirty and tragic outcomes of war and how even if one side is truly the "evil" side that doesn't mean that all the people from that side are.

Keiko is badass and I don't understand why people dislike her. The relationship she has with Miles feels so real and the way she confronted him in this episode was well done. She pointed out how racist he was being, to a child no less, and that changed his tone real quick. Enough that Miles was offering the kid a way back in he ever wanted it.

What I don't agree with is Sisko's decision to let him go back to Cardassia rather than stay with his Bajorian parents. The kid clearly wanted nothing to do with it. The idea of him being forced to go to a home he never knew and wanted nothing to do with? Not the way to go imo.

But on to the shippy squees that I did squee.

Again, how is it possible for people to look at Bashir and Garak interacting together and not scream "GAAAYYYYY!!!"?!?!?

The fact that Bashir knows that Garak talks in code at all means that they're spending more time together than what we see, but the scene where he walks in on a comms to interrupt Siskos call with Dukat? And he just trusts Garak's weird shady cryptic talk? There is no heterosexual reason for that level of subtext.

Garak was super close to Bashir the entire time, almost always in some kind of contact with him, especially in the scene on Bajor. Where I def headcanon them adopting the little Cardassian girl.

Speaking of Bajor, though, the fact that Garak can walk into Bashirs quarters and then Bashir just rolls with it? Enough that he's willing to risk his own job to ask Sisko for a shuttle without any reason besides Garak needs it? This man is wrapped around Garaks finger and it's so wonderfully gay. I love it.

And then the look on Garaks face when Bashir confronts Dukat at the end in the makeshift trial was just a look of pride that his boyfriend had done good with the spy stuff. Inject that shit right into my veins.

7/10, would be an 8 but I really disagree with Sisko's decision

[dirtbra1n]

another day of Getting hirakagi injected into my veins like real drugs first thing in the. precisely noon when I wake up.

like okay immediately you open the chapter and the. strong start It’s a fucking date hirano. and then you get the chapter page where we’re framed in hirano’s place holding the umbrella for kagi and as such get the look in kagi’s eyes head-on. The gap between givers and takers. Slowly but surely. Ha ha ha haa ha.

like Man. big bolded OH. over kagi’s arm looped into hirano’s with the dynamic action zooming in mindpalace ass framing hirano’s curiosity about how long kagi’s liked him and kagi’s coy reply about it.

the fact that I missed tashiro and shirahama going down the stairs hirano was coming up until I saw everyone else mention it.

EVERYTHING about niibashi here. You need to get your shit together! and jolting on-edge like he got caught in the headlights and ngh… misery at seeing kagiura and his ‘hirano-san’ being Themselves literally right in front of him and

kagi’s blush here.

and then niibashi’s tactical retreat incredibly abrupt clutching his hair and covering his ears. whoever the hell just passed him in the hall going ? not knowing what sort of shit he just put up with. I’ll have to remember to thank Niibashi later. sweet boy I’m pretty sure niibashi needs like a week’s time to recover from the psychic damage

then the fucking. stairwell. I’m like twitching even still hirano stubborn as all hell about this his hands trembling his face spelling doom. There’s nothing I can’t do if I put my mind to it. kagi’s face as he watches on. like genuinely what if I killed myself. like THIS PAGE WITHOUT ANY WORDS.

kagi slowly lowering his phone screen kagi’s focus on hirano’s hands clumsily doing something for kagi. his resolve on the next page. hirano’s brows furrowed, incredibly stubborn and mildly frustrated,

until kagi puts his head on his shoulder.

and THEN it’s all kagi like trying to absorb himself into hirano’s bony shoulder while whining about it. this, hirano’s bony shoulder, being something that makes his heart race. anatomy! objective fact! a part of the hirano-san he’s been in love with for a very long time.

hirano’s palpable disappointment …It doesn’t make mine race, though. followed by It’s still not bad at all. what is it by the way with these two and just looking at each other Oh… was that 10 seconds already? can you hear me god

also noticing belatedly that kagi was wearing another jacket that entire time in the stairwell, with an A on the front, and it’s the same one from the title page in the rain.

him. trying to foist his burden onto miyano this time, laughing at the immediate rejection. and actually the entire conversation happening in the background that hirano staunchly refuses to engage with.

—What manga is it?

I-I can’t tell you, Mr. President…

—Wow, you really are just one of the guys, huh, Miyano?

What are you imagining right now?!

also hirano’s Sasaki, you aren’t even a Committee member!! I’m standing in the corner facing the wall

him! a little dejected at miyano being busy a little flustered from having been able to talk with him. I love you sasaki shuumei.

and now. miyano being a little petri dish dwelling freak. Closely and intimately?? threats of violence Have I said lately how much I love the hirano miyano dynamic. watching both of them exchanging words shouting Get his ass!!! but like. Actually there’s a tangent I could go on here and I think I’ll refrain. at least this once. honesty of character is all.

I’m going to the sea to disappear mysteriously. I’m going to kill hirano before I do.

like For fucks sake hirano (cutely) continuing to grasp onto anything that even vaguely supports his belief (confirmation bias) that hirano’s heart palpitations from the nurses office were so totally from surprise he was just surprised while also a) thinking to himself I guess I really can’t feel that way about Kagi-kun, huh… (disappointed) (for some reason.) and b) not hearing the part of miyano’s bl fanboy lecture that actually directly correlates to the fact that HIRANO AND KAGI HAVE ESSENTIALLY BEEN MARRIED SINCE THEY MET. ‘like family’ hirano thinks, ‘that sounds so familiar for some reason. or it would, if I was listening to miyano right now. disregard.’ count your days hirano taiga I’m on my way

I’m not even gonna say anything to th I lied delayed reaction violent flush and violent Slamming the damn window as if to recalibrate his thoughts. his heart POUNDING now, making up for lost time. and then he gets SO pissed off about his own confusion at HIMSELF that he TEXTS KAGI.

But… it is a fucking date, hirano. and ONCE AGAIN frustration written all over his face until he gets a reply from kagi and it’s gone, a little Heh. something to hold him over til kagi gets here.

violence! killing and violence! get in this unmarked car with me hirano we’re just going around the block

[sparxaf]

My s7 MC is a serene peacekeeper. She doesn't believe in competing with other women. She was a child/teen pageant queen and had enough of that shit growing up. Her attitude is, If it's truly mine, nothing can take it, and if it is taken, it was never truly meant to be mine. So if Estelle crossed her (and we know she did), my MC will not whip her ass. Because the blame will be fully on Alex. And I dare him to be a jerk to her and then come back around looking for smootchies. She is a fucking goddess and she is not interested in the affairs of tiny, easily replaceable mortals.

Dude, literally every single guy (and most of the girls) in the villa want MC. She don't need your dusty dick and wack ass treehouse.

Am I posting up all tough right now? Yes. Will I probably cave and love him again if he does a mild to moderate amount of grovelling, because I need romance injected directly into my veins and Fusebox is my current dealer? Also yes.

Sigh. So do I.

[wellhalesbells]

Can you tell us about How to Breathe 101?

Ah yes, the one I am actively, actually most trying to finish (before I got distracted by this week's fullmoonficlet prompt anyway). It's one of my favorite genres in fiction and in this specific fandom it's: Stiles fell first, but Derek fell harder.

It was originally just going to be a short fic about Derek learning to breathe in harmony with his pack. Since panic attacks are so woven into TW via Stiles, I kind of wanted to explore Derek having these kind of slow motion ones. Not necessarily because he wants to be alone but because that's what he knows, that's what he's gotten comfortable with, and holy shit there are so many people depending on him now, relying on him, and actually wanting to be in his space and how does he both accept that and allow himself to rely on that when he knows how transitory everything is?

I really, REALLY love when people miss their window - or, more accurately, perceive themselves to've missed their window and are now pining for someone they know once loved them. Inject that shit directly into my VEINS, please!

The plan was to have a much shorter progression but then I added in a more mage-y magic Stiles, with his power connected to growth and potential and blossoming (because no one can accuse me of being subtle LOL), and gave him an OC love interest so there was a distraction from any possible festering - I really didn't want Stiles to have even a hint of bitterness and that was a good way to be like: don't focus on the pit of despair, have casual sex! And also a good way to get across that Derek's love isn't possessive but rather focused around Stiles' happiness, which is always a big one for me (which is not to say I don't love jealous/possessive stuff, I DO, but sometimes that's just not what ya want). Then I set Stiles' magical edification in Ireland and got distracted with the wind over the bluffs and the sea crumbling cliffs and all that wild, fresh air there is to breathe and that's where I am at the moment.

Snippet:

Stiles takes him up over the bluff, fingers trailing currents as they walk, and they can see the cottage in the distance.  A dilapidated daffodil yellow and foggy gray (once white) thing that looks uninhabited.  It’s hilly terrain but clear as far as the eye can see.  The grass is buffeted up against their calves by the relentless wind and they can hear the ocean even if they can’t see it from where they are. “It’s beautiful,” Derek says. Stiles breathes deep.  “Magic, right?”  He throws a wink over his shoulder before holding out his hands, palm parallel to the ground on either side of him, and closes his eyes.  The long blades of grass shift and swirl and shoot up and up and up, getting larger and wider and greener as they grow, striving to tickle Stiles’ fingers as they pass his knees and hips.  They keep going until Derek has to tilt his head back and the strands twist at the apex above their heads and Derek can’t help the startled sound he makes as the tunnel forms, extending further with every step Stiles takes. The grass doesn’t stay static either, it’s still rustling, braiding itself together, sliding into every empty place, forming an arch above them.  The day darkens around them as they’re sealed off from above. Derek stares, first at the living thing surrounding them, and then at the man in front of him. “I had no idea you were capable of this.” “Neither did I.”  Stiles half-laughs.  “I don’t think Maire or Ciaran did either.  Honestly, I think it freaks them both out a little so, y’know, discretion?  I’ve been trying to do that whole thing.  Cutting back on it a little, pretending everything’s a bit harder, doing a little less than I’m actually capable of.  Not that—I mean, they’re supportive and all but I get the feeling this is new and therefore different for them.”  He drops his hands and the grass unbraids, slithering, sinking back down into the earth as though it was never anything else.  He’s not looking at Derek.  “It’s nice not to have to hedge.” He waits a beat then waggles his eyebrows over the pun and Derek rolls his eyes.

Wip list is here!

[rutadales]

okok not to cdroolish post constantly but the fact that all of Foolish's time on the smp Dream has been this lingering figure over it that he just doesn't quite get. Dream is this boogy man, this villain, this horrible creature locked away that he's never even met, never spoken too. From what he's heard, he has to be his enemy but Foolish just. doesn't know.

All Foolish has to go on is outside information, and then all he has is this obscure, impossible to pin down god who just so happens to look exactly like the person everyone is afraid of. And it doesn't make sense and it doesn't fit together, but it's all Foolish has, ya know?

And then he meets him, and Dream just instantly contextualizes so much in a single conversation. Dream may have done horrid shit, but so has Quackity. So has Sam. Suddenly, the lines aren't so clear cut. Suddenly, Dream isn't the only villain on the server. Everyone is a scumbag. Everyone is an asshole just doing what they think they have to.

AND GOD! it's that moment that I want to chew on forever because no one else has broken it down like that for Foolish before. Everyone else is painting themselves in a good light, the right choice, or at the very least Dream as the big bad, and then Dream, who knows who he is and what he's done, just outright says that no, everyone has skeletons in their closet. And I think that's hard for Foolish to hear because he's constantly grasping for reasons to not do what he has to do. He is someone who constantly chooses kindness, who everyone gets along with, and whose greatest threat is an undefinable eldritch being who mind controls his friends, so it's not even their fault that they killed him! So for him to find out that behind his back, someone he trusted was torturing someone who is supposedly the worst person on the server? UGH INJECT IT INTO MY VEINS

that's why I like them so much, because Dream functions has this really potent wakeup call for Foolish and draws into questions a lot of what Foolish refuses to do and why he refuses to do them. They're fun little narrative foils for one another and I love that. also "one big happy family" 🤝 "everyone getting along like they use to"