#will defs continue this later

[loveindefinitely]

task force 141 with a controversially young civilian girlfriend.

-> mentions of large age-gaps, referenced sexual content, alcohol use. afab!fem!reader. minor dubcon (everyone's drunk.)

thinking that you're studying in uni. working on the side to try and afford rent and, if you're lucky, some noodles every other night. you don't really get seen compared to your friends, who go out clubbing and spend their spare time on dating apps.

one time, your friend drags you to a bar. not usually your scene, considering its clientele is more for tradies, and military-type men. not like the stuck-up blue collar boys at your uni.

cue you getting drunk off your ass, barely even standing, when you bump into one johhny mactavish.

he holds your elbows, your chest crashing into his. gentle with it, too -- kind and sweet and grounding.

"y'alright, lass?" he asks, a small smirk on his face, eyes darting across your frame greedily. he, in all fairness, looks nearly as drunk as you. he stumbles a little with your weight.

you giggle, tilting your head to look at him. say something stupid like, "you don't look like a student."

his brows raise, his dimples deepen. "aye, very smart, hen."

you preen with the compliment, a cheesy grin stuck to your face. you make no move to stand up and leave. you think your friend just left with a guy anyways.

johnny moves you, muscled arm around your waist as he takes you to a booth.

three other men sit in it, only one looking somewhere in a ten-year age bracket to you. they're all impossibly large, filling out the space with ease. your stomach swoops, but you easily blame the alcohol.

manoeuvring you so you sit in his lap, johnny's hand is a comforting weight on your waist. he huffs a laugh.

"didn't realise we were goin' for jailbait, soap," the youngest one chimes, dark features shining in the pub's dim light. his eyes trail your frame silkily.

you can't stop the roll of your eyes -- your inhibitions have made you senseless. "'m not, 'm completely," you drag out the syllables, "legal."

a hand on your thigh makes you jolt, and when you look over, a blonde man with a black medical mask raises an unimpressed brow. "got a problem, kid?"

you shoot him a weak glare. "not a kid. weirdo."

the arm around your waist tightens, as does the weirdo's hand encompassing your thigh.

"not scared of anythin', are you darl'?" the final man in the booth asks, hands folded together where they rest at the table. he looks at least double your age, and that simple fact along with his drawling words has your core tightening.

"what's there to be scared of?" you ask, stupidly. your head tilts to the side, unknowingly moving to rest on johnny's shoulder. he doesn't comment.

"miss bein' young and drunk," gaz sighs, hand softly gripping the gin sat on the table in front of him.

"you look young," your brows furrow, not understanding. how old could he really be, to act so nostalgic of your current predicament? "how old are you guys?"

it's an embarrassing question -- makes you feel like a child all over again. but your interest is quickly peaking, and your need for answers overpowers your need for decorum.

johnny's the one to answer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers.

"gaz, the pretty one over there, he's twenty-eight," he murmurs, heat stirring low in your gut as you nod mindlessly, meeting gaz's eyes.

johnny stokes his thumb over the skin of your hip, and you curl into him further -- stranger be damned.

"i'm thirty," he hums, and god, he sounds so fucking sensual you're about to melt into his arms. if you aren't already.

"the guy in the mask?" said man's hand tightens impossibly against your skin, fingers just shy of grazing your aching pussy, "he's thirty-seven. got a lot of experience, aye?"

you shudder.

"what about you?" you end up voicing, shyly meeting the last man's gaze. he takes a slow sip of his whiskey.

he leans back into the cushion, eyeing you carefully.

"forty-three."

your thighs squeeze together, and fuck, if that's not a turn-on. no matter how unsafe you should feel, surrounded by four military-grade, older men, it only manages to have you wet beyond belief.

all you can manage is one question.

"take me home?"

[tacagen]

just.

just noticed this

[beveragenightmare]

Alright fine I'm posting my first gabe attempt

[a-shoebox-named-meap]

now i am a huge fan of kim’dael. and she’s got the swaggiest nail situation. but i can’t stop thinking about this

edit: i have a new and improved version of this sketch here. pls enjoy :)

[demons-i-get]

WAIT BIG BRAINED THOUGHT:

Sam does smth stupid hoping Dean won't find out.

Someone rats Sam out to Dean.

Sam gets in trouble and a lecture from Dean (bc Dean is a parent and he is Sam's parent I will not accept criticism on this matter).

Later, Sam makes a group chat consisting of everyone who could have told on him to Dean and just sends this video:

[fivekrystalpetals]

this story doesn't exist for me beyond this point in Retrace 92:

everyone is back home safe, the world is saved and they have another tea party, The End!

[iamthekarmapolice]

uh oh! I’ve reached cyberpunk 2077 fatigue and it’s all because of a weirdly paced act 3 yet again

[t1redr0b0t]

rtc style savvy styling star au with noel as yolanda/lady moon and ricky as alina/alinatron

[cinna-bunnie]

me during my 4 days off: ha ha! weeee! laying in bed is so much fun!

me on the first workday 30 minutes before my shift: i want to draw. i want to do art that would take me at least 5 hours to complete. i want to be so immersed in it that nothing else is able to hold my attention until it is done. i want to submit to the creative forces within me that compel me to express myself. i want

[blasterdiablo]

「 @silveringmistress 」 | continued from 「 X 」

Relief came in the form of a gentle embrace; from both his leading performer and the darkness she ushered in for him.

His eyes slip shut, plunging him further into the dark as his hands trace lines up Asaka's back. Ren knew her form fairly well by this point, having explored it many times in this very room. It was the one constant he'd nary grow bored of; this ritual of theirs to escape the noise, to escape the light. Learning to navigate the pitch black together, using one another as a guide. She truly was the pale blue moon in Ren's abyssally dark nights. She occupied his eyes, his hands, his mind. And granted him peace where there was usually only chaos.

Ren simply hums in response to her offer, moving to rest his chin atop her head and noticing fairly quickly the scent of the exotic perfumes he'd gifted her with from his recent outing. Interested, he lowers himself to her shoulder before closing in on her neck to take in the scent better from where he'd often see her apply it behind her ears. Hundreds of perfumes over several years and he still hasn't found one that best suited her... He leaves a sigh against her skin in unexplained disappointment.

Eventually, as he normally ends up doing, he then rests the weight of his head fully on her shoulder. Depending on her to keep him upright at that moment, as if all the strength it took to keep him active and present to supervise the circus' efforts had all but left his body the moment she closed the door.

❝ ...I want more than that. ❞ He says in a small, yet lowered voice. His hands move from their place at the back of her head where he had been carefully twisting the strands of her hair between his fingers to pull her closer to him, each hand reaching her opposite shoulder. ❝ This isn't enough anymore ❞

They had still been near the door when he decided this was a good place as any to rest. He, who usually burdens Asaka with his weight to carry in moments like this suddenly changes roles against script. If he had the strength at that moment, perhaps he would have carried her to her bed before resting alongside her until he was without bombardment from visions and unpleasant memories. All so that he wouldn't have to let go of her for a single moment.

But he did not.

He was utterly spent from his recent bout of Psyqualia atop his duties to the circus despite Asaka and Tetsu taking on a majority of responsibilities since Rekka joined their numbers. Rekka had come to them with knowledge that had piqued Ren's interest and it had been occupying a lot of his time. But he was still the Pale Moon Circus' Director, and Tetsu wasn't about to let him forget that. It was a pain honestly, it made him want to hide away in this room all the more.

His hold on her lowers to support her center of gravity, hoisting her up against him as he takes a step back to slide his back down against their bolted door. That left him sat on the floor, propped up against the door, holding Asaka there against his chest. And by how his body had relaxed between them both, it was clear he had no intentions on moving from that spot. Not until he had gotten a few winks of sleep there, at the very least.

❝ This is our last night here. Tomorrow... we move into the Theater. ❞

The Theater, as Ren dubbed it, was the Pale Moon Circus' new base of operations. Funded completely by the Sawatari family; it was a grand spectacle compared to the tent city the circus had previously operated from. It was practically a mobile fortress by comparison, able to bring about their shows across the lands and bring amazement to the masses and extend their efforts from border to border.

Of course, the Theater was a perfect place as any for the Director and his Ringmistress. He had made sure of it, ensuring the largest room on the highest floor was catered to him and the star of his show perfectly. Asaka had been far too busy leading the troupe in his stead to take part in the Theater's construction, so it was to be a complete surprise on her part. Ren opened his eyes, for just a moment, and in the darkness a glimmer passed over his sights.

An image of them; within the loge of the theater watching over their show. Strange... Normally Asaka was on the stage in his visions. A bright flash from the lower floor reaches their box, catching his eye, halting his breath. Golden flames blaze brilliantly for the first time in years, but before Ren can confirm the sight the vision ends abruptly, causing him to groan softly against Asaka's shoulder as the power recoiled on him. It was something for him to delve into tomorrow with the pink one's supervision, for now... he was too tired to do anything about it.

❝ But for tonight... Tonight I wish to remain like this. ❞

Despite his weakened demeanor when he was alone with her, his arms locked around her with the intent on keeping her there while his eyes accept the darkness once more. Unspoken words delivered through gestures like this was something Ren often did, but the language was often lost in translation. An embrace as if to say; don't leave me... Leaning against her as if to say; I need you... Light grazes of his lips against her skin, the running of his fingers through her hair, decorating her in gifts and even attending her shows when either Tetsu and Rekka had other things in mind for him to be doing. Words didn't come to Ren easily, if only he could show Asaka what he saw it'd be much easier to show her how much her asylum had meant to him.

Here, he didn't have to be perfect. Here he didn't have to reach expectations or assume any sort of responsibility. Here he didn't have to be hurt by the past. It was just him and Asaka. If he could he'd accept her offer to stay like this forever if he could. But... that wasn't an option. He still had things to do, and until he achieved them he truly couldn't rest. If it was for tonight though, just for one night...

❝ ...If only I had the power to snuff out the light of the sun. Then... ❞

Then tomorrow would never have to come. But alas, the Director's childish reasoning is lost to his descent into the land of dreams. It was difficult to fight against the darkness closing in on him with the comfort and warmth of Asaka in his arms, after all. And despite being more or less asleep at this point, his hold on her is reinforced as though he was trying to prevent himself from letting her go. Never again did he wish to wake up to her disappearance... He's lost both her and Kai before, he's not sure what he'd do if he lost them both at the same time. But Asaka was here now, she wouldn't leave him alone again... and soon enough things would be back to the way they used to be. Right? -

[rownanisntwriting]

having the revelation that bfc needs to be split into parts in order for it to work and im not even halfway done. i'll be halfway done at 175k and im literally only a 14th of the way through the book and im going to drown

[phantasmicfish]

2 AM aka Rewatching Croods time

[queerloquial]

!!! My package from @uesp arrived a lot faster than I'd expected :D

[firebirdsdaughter]

I know…

… That I’ve already mentioned how amazing their relationship development is going from the pilot to the series finale, but…

Also can we talk about them going from the ‘we’re not friends’/‘bc you have so many of those’ conversation to ‘get them to the chopper, now.’

W/ special mention to the ‘Nate, I can take them.’ preceding it, as well.

[th-inprogress]

My stomach is doing cartwheels after that meal lol (aka I am so full and also I feel like I’m about to **** myself) but anyway. I was fairly active today, I worked out and was trying not to be stagnant all day and I still ate under my limit