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dean-samw67 · 11 months

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Carlos Carlos carlos!

But hear me out, Leon and Carlos sandwich with reader in the middle I think I would PASS OUT.

Bonus points if it’s like…. At a gym or a pool and they’re all sweaty or wet (I will see my perverted ass out)

Hot and Heated

Carlos Oliveira x Fem!reader x Leon Kennedy

A/N: No because I will always take a Carlos x Reader x Leon!!! This is like my biggest fantasy!! Hope you enjoy! I am a little rusty so I hope I did okay! Also I am not a big fan of anal but for Carlos... ANYTHING

Warnings!: Pure self-indulgent smut, porn without a plot, unprotected sex, anal, fingering, dirty talk, threesome

Words: 2704

You had known Leon and Carlos for as long as you could remember. So it wasn’t an odd thing to find you at the gym with them occasionally. If you weren’t at the gym, you definitely were at your house with them, in your pool.

Today just happened to be a super hot day, so both boys decided crashing your house was the way to go. You were sitting out in a pool chair, eyes closed as the two boys lounged in the pool. You were sweating heavily, even in your bikini.

“Come on in, Y/n. You know we don’t bite.” Carlos calls you over, causing you to lift your head and look at the two men.

They were both wet, possibly from a mix of sweat and pool water. Your tongue swipes over your lips as you drink them both in with your eyes. Yeah, you found your two friends quite attractive. Who wouldn’t? And to have both of them in swimsuits in your pool was any person's dream come true.

Carlos runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face. Due to it being wet, it held from his face. You sigh with a small smirk to yourself as you get up from the chair.

“I guess.” You playfully act annoyed.

“Are we not good enough for you?” Leon chuckles as you sit at the edge of the pool, slipping your legs into the cool water. It did feel nice with how hot it is outside.

“She’s just a stubborn one, Leon. She just needs a little…” Carlos’s hand wraps around your ankle, a smirk spreading across his face. “Push.” Before you could react, Carlos yanks you into the water. You had enough time to hold your breath as you went under and then come back up, wiping your face as you gasp.

“Carlos!” You smack him in the chest as you come back from his sudden surprise.

“What? I was cooling you off.” Carlos chuckles as he watches you with a proud smirk. You give him a small glare as you back up in the water.

“And this is why Leon is my favorite.” You hook your arm with Leon’s as you stop next to him.

“I am?” A soft blush reaches Leon’s cheeks as he looks down at you.

“Come on, Darling. I didn’t mean anything by it. Don’t be like that.” Carlos chuckles as his eyes scan up and down your body. You roll your eyes at the dark haired man and then look at Leon, standing on your toes in the water and kissing his cheek. Yeah, maybe you were trying to get a rise out of Carlos. You loved it though. Leon gasps as his face becomes a deeper shade of red. It made you giggle as you landed back on your feet under the water. Carlos smirks and dives under the water. You watch as his figure gets closer underneath you. You squeal as he jumps up and out of the water, right behind you, his hands then resting on your hips. You were now in between the two of them, your face now red.

“Aw, are you gonna get shy now?” Carlos stares down at you as his thumbs rub circles on your hips, causing your heart to beat so loud you couldn’t even hear yourself think.

“No.” You scoff as you roll your eyes, looking at Leon, who now faces you. You bite down on your bottom lip, feeling the nerves get to you. Stuck between two, hot, half naked, wet men. Yeah, you had to be dreaming. But the tightening of Carlos’s grip made it feel just as real as it is.

“She’s pretty like this, huh, Leon?” Carlos chuckles.

“She is.” Leon’s thumb strokes over your cheek as you meet his eye. You can feel as Carlos leans closer to your ear, his hot breath brushing your skin.

“You have goosebumps.” He whispers against your ear, his nose skimming over your skin.

“What?” You gasp as you pull your eyes from Leon and look back at Carlos.

“You have goosebumps.” His hand rises out of the water and trails over your arm, where the hair stood up. “And I know there is no way you are cold.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because you are stuck between two warm bodies and it is already pretty hot out.” Carlos chuckles in your ear, sending more shivers along your body. It is like electricity as you feel Leon’s hands caress over your sides. You take a deep inhale as you close your eyes, taking in all the feelings.

“Give us the word, and we will do it.” Carlos whispers. It. You knew exactly what he meant. It was something you had wanted to do for quite a while.

“Please.” You beg, your voice just above the whisper. With that one word, Carlos was attacking your neck with kisses, which made your heart pound even louder from the action. As Carlos was working on one side of your neck, Leon leans forward and leaves kisses along the other side. It made you let out a gasp of pure enjoyment as both men step closer to you, Carlos tightly against your back and Leon’s chest against yours.

You had experienced pleasure before but this… this was something you couldn’t put into words. Words couldn’t describe how you felt in this moment. It was raw and beautiful and it didn’t matter about anything besides that it felt amazing. Carlos’s hand slips across your front and into your bottoms. His fingers just grace over your clit causing a jolt of pleasure and a loud gasp to release from the back of your throat.

He lets out a dark chuckle against your neck and moves his fingers back over your clit, placing pressure on it. He rubs slow, torturous circles as you let out lewd noises that filled the air. You grip onto Leon’s arms, looking for stability anywhere. You had no doubt your neighbors would know what was going on in your backyard, even if it was fenced in.

“You make such pretty noises.” Leon whispers against your neck as his hands move up your sides to cup your breasts. You were breathing heavily as you rested your head back on Carlos’s shoulder.

“She does, doesn’t she?” Carlos had a wide smirk plastered on his face as he was still rubbing circles on your clit.

“Fuck…” You let out a heavy gasp, your chest heaving up and down into Leon’s hands.

“Well, that's not such a pretty word coming from those pretty lips.” Carlos’s voice was extremely cocky.

“Shut up.” Your hips buck against his hand as he slows his rubbing even more.

“Ah, ah, ah. Do you want to be rewarded with our touch? Because if so, you need to be nicer.” You open your eyes and look up at him with a glare as you continue to moan and gasp softly, your breath hitting his face. “I mean…” Carlos begins to remove his hand from your bikini bottoms. You grip his wrist quickly with one of your hands.

“No… please don’t stop.” You whimper as you feel the pleasure receding. Leon glances up at Carlos, your breasts still in his hands, but not moving.

“But you were being mean. That doesn’t deserve a reward.” Carlos raises an eyebrow.

“No… I didn’t mean it… Carlos.” You whimper as you reach your hand up to his face and cup it in your desperate need to get him and Leon to please you again.

“I don’t know, darling. I don’t think you deserve it.” His eyes lock with yours.

“Please.” You beg, leaning up a bit and pressing your lips softly to his for a few moments. He smiles softly in the kiss just before you pull away.

“Good girl.” He chuckles as his fingers find your clit again sending a jolt of electric pleasure through your body, causing you to tremble a bit under his touch. Leon takes to now slip his hands under your bikini top and massaging your breasts under his hands, his palms swiping your nipples as he does so.

Your hand that was on Carlos’s face slides up to his hair, gripping at the thick locks. Your other hand claws into Leon’s arm. This was just some touching. You were completely at their mercy. Leon leaves gentle kisses along your chest and shoulders. You arch your back, your chest pressing further into Leon’s hands.

Each touch just sent another wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. Each gasp becomes a little louder. And just as you felt yourself beginning to reach the finish, Carlos slips a finger into your hole, his thumb still working on your clit.

“Oh shit!” You whimper at the unexpected, but welcomed, feeling. Carlos’s other hand takes your face by the chin.

“Language, darling.” He smirks, enjoyment coming from messing with you. Your eyelids flutter closed as your eyes roll back, his middle finger moving in and out of your cunt. In the midst of it all, Leon pulls down the cup of your top and leans down, taking your nipple into his mouth, his tongue working wonders.

“Carlos… Leon…” Both their names came out as broken cries of pleasure. Your legs were trembling under the water as your nails drag along Leon’s bicep. With a light tug at Carlos’s hair, and a grunt earned from it, you are whimpering wildly as your walls clench on Carlos’s finger with your release. As Carlos slows his pace and pulls his hand from your bottoms, Leon lifts his head from your nipple. Both of them had eyes on you, soaking in your post orgasm state.

Your breathing was heavy as you looked up through hooded eyelids, meeting Leon’s eyes. “You’re such a mess already.” He had a small smirk on his face.

“And we aren’t even finished with ya’.” Carlos chuckles as his nose brushes against your neck, the smell of your arousal and sweat, turning him on further. You could already feel it. Him and Leon were both erect and their swim trunks were tight.

“I need you both to take me.” You beg as you glance between the two of them.

“At the same time?” Leon looked at you in a small state of shock.

“I have multiple holes for a reason.” You seductively bit down on your bottom lip as you meet his eye.

“I like how your dirty little mind works, Y/n.” Carlos lets out a low, dark chuckle that came from his chest.

Within an instant the two of them had you completely undressed in between them before discarding their own trunks. All your clothing was tossed onto the ground at the side of the pool. You could now feel each of their erect cocks, rubbing against your skin. Leon’s against your stomach, and Carlos’s against your back and ass.

You gasp as you feel Carlos lift you up, hands on your inner thighs so your legs are spread open. You lean back against his chest for stability, Leon’s hands holding you by the hips. Carlos leans against the wall of the pool as the two of them hold you up. It was obvious they didn’t need assistance from each other to hold you up but it made it all hotter.

“You go in her first.” Carlos grunts as he looks at Leon. Leon nods and you feel his tip rub against your entrance. He meets your eye and a small nod was all he needed to push his whole cock into you at once. You let out a cry of pleasure, and a small amount of pain. It had been a while since you had sex so it was a bit uncomfortable at first. But within a few thrusts your walls wrapped around his length perfectly.

“You ready, darling?” Carlos whispers in your ear, his accent strong with each word. It had you melting in his arms.

“Yes…” You let out a breathy moan as Leon places his hand on one of your thighs for Carlos. Carlos takes a hold of his cock and lines up with your ass. His tip grazes your tight hold and it causes you to tense a bit. You never took someone back there before.

“You need to let yourself relax.” Carlos rubs circles into your thigh he was still holding as Leon slows to a stop to let your body calm. You let out a deep breath, closing your eyes and letting my body relax, waiting for him. You feel Carlos reach to your pussy and smear some of your wetness to your back end and his cock, to lube you up. You were soaked that even the water wasn’t completely washing it away. Carlos lines up with your hole and very cautiously sinks in with a groan. You let out a whimper of pain, the walls of your ass clenching tightly on him.

“Fuck… It- it's so tight…” Carlos stutters with a grunt. You were shaking as he bottoms out and places his hand back on your thigh. He places his forehead against your shoulder as he gasps. As he holds his place to let your body adjust, Leon begins his pace again in an attempt to allow pleasure to take over the pain.

“Shit… She's clenching so much.” Leon whimpers as his fingertips dig into your hips. Each movement sent the water around you three splashing a bit. Your eyes roll back as the feeling of it all quickly becomes a lot. You felt full. Your body is in a mix of pain and pleasure, already overstimulated from earlier. With slow, long thrusts, Carlos begins to move.

It started off painful but each move was a step closer to your body giving into the pleasure the two men were bringing you. Within a few minutes both men were thrusting into your holes at fast paces that had your jaw hanging open, your moans piercing the air. All that could be heard was grunts, groans and cries of pleasure, mixed with the splashing of the water.

It didn’t take long for your body to begin to tremble against theirs. “You like that?” Leon mutters against the skin of your chest, kissing it.

“Yeah, she does. She loves being this full with the cocks of her two best friends.” Carlos grunts out as he drinks in the mess they were making you. It was a beautiful sight. Mouth open, body practically limp and to their mercy now, eyes rolled back, cheeks flushed, and body damp from a mix of sweat and water.

The two mens rhythms lined up perfectly, slamming deeply into your holes, which clenched hard on them. Neither of them thought they could last long, but it was clear you couldn’t either.

“Where do you want us to cum, sweetheart?” Carlos gasps into your ear.

“Inside. Inside me, please. Fill me up.” You whine through the pleasure, each stroke pushing me to the edge. The louder they got was more of a signal to their pending release. Your whole body was shaking from head to toe. Even the guys were trembling. You had your back roughly pressed against Carlos’s chest, nails digging into the flesh of Leon’s shoulders.

“I can’t hold on…” Leon gasps as he buries his face in your neck. One last thrust and he was finished, coating your walls with his seed. It took a few more thrusts out of Carlos to then release his hot cum inside your ass. This all sent you over the edge as they both filled you up. Your body shivered with its release as you arch your back, letting out loud whines.

Each of you came down from your highs with heavy breathing as both men stilled inside you. Your body, now completely limp in their arms, could barely move aside from trembling.

“How about we clean you up and take you inside?” Carlos’s lips skim over the temple of your head.

“We can lay with you in between us.” Leon cups your cheek with a gentle hand.

You give a breathless nod with a small smile, having a strong feeling this wasn’t over.

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#fandom #fanfics #x reader #video games #fan fiction #fanfiction #fanfic #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveria smut #carlos oliveria x reader #leon kennedy x reader #fan fic smut #shameless smut #I was foaming at the mouth writing this

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strangersatellites · 4 months

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the one with the shacker shirt | more frat king steve x his problem causing bf eddie

a mini collab with @amethyst-crowns !!

it’s a cool friday night and eddie’s two tequila shots, a handful of beers, and a cigarette into his setlist at this point. their dedicated few fans are up front and center scream singing along with them while the rest of the bar is bustling with life.

with drinks being spilled, food being ordered and then forgotten about, sorority girls having deep meaningful talks in the bathroom so long their boyfriends’ forgot they were there.

it’s a friday night at his favorite college bar and eddie is buzzing with energy.

he’s got his guitar slung over his back and he’s taking a beer break, eyes scanning over the room in search of his favorite boy. he’s probably somewhere charming his way into free drinks in a way that never fails to leave eddie laughing and a bit baffled. he gets it though, everybody else is just as wrapped around steve’s finger as he is so he can’t say anything.

he’s talking to the guys, kicking a couple empty cans offstage when he sees them out of the corner of his eye.

two guys, probably eddie’s age, maybe seniors. they’re flagging him over and looking around suspiciously and eddie thinks that if they’re interested in buying, this is an awful strange time to approach him about it.

he’s about to break the news, tell them he’s not selling tonight when one of them smiles and claps his shoulder when he squats down to their height.

“hey man, we don’t want you to get in trouble so we figured we’d tell you before someone else did.” he says with a nod. says it like eddie will catch on, like he’ll know what this is about.

he doesn’t.

he furrows his brows and looks at them, confused. “pardon?”

the second guy tugs at the hem of eddie’s shirt, darts his eyes around conspiratorially again. “you gotta turn this inside out of something, bro. pledges can’t wear letters out until initiation. vp rec will hand you your ass if he hears about it.”

the first guy is all but hissing in his ear in his effort to be quiet. “yeah AND the president’s here, man. we’re just looking out for you.”

eddie glances down at his own chest, realizing for the first time what shirt he grabbed off the back of steve’s desk chair this morning.

it’s not his that’s for sure. it’s definitely his boyfriend’s. big, bold greek letters across the chest. ink peeling off and threadbare around the waist. the arm holes more hole than shirt at this point.

he smiles back up at the guys, finally figuring out what this is about.

he huffs a quiet laugh and his knees crack when he stand back up. he hears gareth mindlessly drumming his sticks against his stool so he knows his break’s over. pulls his guitar back around to his chest and bows.

“well i appreciate your looking out for me, gentlemen. but… i think i’ll take my chances.”

he hears a scoff and a muffled “whatever, man” and a “not my fucking problem, i guess.”

but whatever he’s not paying any attention.

the mic squeals when he walks up to it and he’s got a thousand-watt smile and an apology on his lips immediately after.

“ah shit, sorry, sorry guys- my bad.” he backs up a step and squints against the harsh light, still searching for his boy. “before this next one, i’m looking for someone. baby? baby, where are you? can you come up here sweetheart?”

he looks toward the back of the crowd and sees steve’s bright smile and glassy eyes as he shoulders his way up front. sees how he stops to talk to a few people, say hi, dap up a couple of the guys. but he makes it up the front of the stage in record time given all that, regardless.

“there you are! missed you,” he says before he’s leaving his mic again and dropping down to his knees.

now he’s low enough that steve can tangle a hand in his unruly curls and tug him forward and down. can tug him close enough the he feels his breath against his lips when he whispers “will you play my favorite?”

he knows his own smile is bright as the sun.

“of course, baby.”

when steve kisses him, messy and like he’s putting on a show, eddie can’t help but overhear the “what?” and “oh that’s him?” coming from the side stage.

there are a lot of perks to being steve’s boyfriend. but that response is always one of his favorites.

#steddie #steddie fic #gin writes #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanart #shot of gin #ames’ art #gin x ames #frat boy steve harrington #you will ALWAYS be famous #steve would be a sig ep #argue with the wall #source:#my beautiful mind

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dearlybelovedemilyko · 2 months

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The Patron Saint of Things That Go Boom

or who’s St. Barbara and what does she have to do with Shadows House?

I came across the name St. Barbara a while back, when I was looking up the meaning of the name Barbara for a possible Shadows House name meanings edit (you know the ones). It didn’t cross my mind that a Catholic saint could possibly have anything to do with a manga about shadow people in a cult and I googled her solely out of curiosity but, as you can probably infer from the fact that you’re reading a post about it tagged #shadows house, I was in for a surprise.

To sum up her life story, St. Barbara was born the daughter of a pagan noble, who kept her locked up in a tower and sheltered from outside influence. One day he came back from a trip to find that in his absence she had converted to Christianity and wanted to dedicate her life to faith as a virgin, which was not only a really bad look at the time but also ruined his plan to marry her for money. He then turned her in as a Christian to the prefect, who sentenced her to imprisonment and torture and, when she didn’t lose her faith and her wounds were miraculously healed every morning, to death. (Another Christian tried to defend her and was also sentenced to death)

St. Barbara’s father insisted on being the one to carry the sentence, killing her himself. However, a storm broke out as soon as she died, and both the father and the prefect were struck by lightning, burning to death as punishment for their actions.

Due to their role in her story, St. Barbara is seen as a protector against lightning, and consequently against fire and explosions (there is also an old belief that she could control them). The connection to explosions was so strong that she became the patron saint of literally anything explosion related, anyone who works with explosions, or anyone in danger of dying in an explosion, from gunsmiths to miners. Hell, look at this actual website calling her “the patron saint of things that go boom".

Sounds familiar, right? Barbara’s seizures, both in the manga and the anime, are accompanied by lightning effects. This is more subtle in the manga, in fact I hadn’t realized what those lines were supposed to be until I watched the anime (see: the gif right after the title of this post), but they’re clearly there. She’s the only character that gets this effect, nobody else so far produces lightning along with their soot.

Her usual seizures take the shape of a storm/tornado, complete with wind sound effects in the anime, while the worst ones we’ve seen so far, the one that gave Barbie her scar and that one that almost killed Barbara, have notably caused, guess what, explosions.

Notice also how it was raining in both occasions, and how in both of these explosions someone nearly died.

At this point the parallels seem too clear to be unintentional, and I'd believe you if you told me that somehow Somato and I fell down the same internet rabbit hole researching about this saint, so I thought I should share this information with you guys.

There are lots of coming and going fan theories about Barbara's soot powers, if we ever get to see them, so maybe this can give us some clues. It would certainly be interesting if she turned out to have lightning and/or explosion powers that she still can't control, and that work involuntarily during her seizures. It would also be cool as hell if she got a gun.

#shadows house #shadows house spoilers #barbara shadow #shadows house meta

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taste-your-silhouette · 1 year

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I'm gonna fly straight to you

Pairings: Damiano David xfem!reader

Contents: Fluff

Summary:You and Damiano are cuddled up in bed, brainstorming epic future adventures together.

Words: ~694

A/N: Hey again! Haha, well, I hope you dig it and forgive me again if you come across any errors while reading.

You and Damiano are lying in bed at a cool hotel room, it's almost sunrise, but you're still wide awake, chatting about all the things you dig about the world and each other. Damiano is in the midst of their tour, so it's been tough for you both to find quality time together. But now, you've hit your limit and couldn't bear being apart any longer, so Damiano figured out a way to fix that, whisking you away to the country they're visiting this weekend. You should be catching some Z's, Damiano, especially since he was rocking it on stage a few hours ago and will have to be back again in a few hours to jam out for the upcoming day that's about to kick off. "You need to sleep and get some rest, and I should let you do that, but damn, it feels amazing being all cozy in this bed with you. Your voice so close to my ear is pure bliss." Damiano leans in even closer, plants a sweet kiss on the top of your head, and whispers, "In just a few weeks, we'll have endless nights like this until the next tour kicks off. Can't fucking wait." "I can't wait too! I'm gonna be glued to you every single night, and you better get ready, 'Cause you'll be serenading me with all those love songs you've been keeping under wraps," you exclaim, bubbling with excitement . Damiano chuckles, thrilled at the idea of finally unveiling those unfinished and top-secret tunes he's been penning to soothe the ache of longing whenever you're apart. "Let's have epic nights filled with those tunes," he suggests, and you grin, eagerly anticipating those days that are just a tad out of reach. "Oh, we should totally hit up that spot we spotted on Instagram! Let's take a rad getaway, it's gonna be pure magic," you mused, lost in daydreams of the two of you chilling in a cozy beachfront cottage, frolicking in the waves . And out of the blue, you and Damiano were brainstorming ideas for mini adventures during the gap between Måneskin tours. Like always, when you two dive into future plans, you get lost in a world of fantasies, reveling in the joy of envisioning a shared future. Your love is so strong that even the simplest of plans they conjure up are bound to be epic. "I gotta confess, I thrive on the tour energy and the love from our fans when we're rockin' the stage, but you know what I love even more? Snuggling up with you every night and waking up by your side every mornin' ," he declares, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead. "And drift off in each other's embrace." You interject, sporting a grin. You carry on talking about the your future, but you notice Damiano speaking with his eyes shut, seemingly drained and on the brink of succumbing to exhaustion. "Rest, amore mio," you murmur, planting a tender kiss on their cheek. "Hmmm, nope. I ain't dozing off, still wide awake," he responds with a drowsy tone. You can't help but beam at the sheer charm oozing from this guy, who's holding you tight and whispering sweet nothings. "I don't wanna sleep, y/n. 'Cause having you by my side feels so damn good, I don't want this to end and then spend weeks and weeks apart from you again. "Chillax, cuore mio. Soon we'll be reunited and have a blast with all our epic plans and then some, alright?" you reply. "Alright, let's sleep then. That way we'll be one step closer to that awesome future," Damiano says, feeling more at ease with his response. "I love you, Damiano. Sweet dreams." "I love you too, y/n. I fucking love you." And just like that, the two of you drifted off to sleep. You in Damiano's cozy inked arms and he in yours, just as it will be soon.

#Må #Måneskin #damiano david #damiano maneskin #damiano david x reader #damiano david x you #damiano david fic #damiano david fluff #maneskin imagine

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seiya-starsniper · 7 months

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sweet like poison ivy

Quite literally at the 11th hour, my final late fill for @monsterfucktoberbingo!

Rating: Explicit | Square: plant-monster | Word count: 880

“Well, this is different,” Hob says as a long green vine wraps itself around his neck while another snakes its way around his waist.

“This is your dreamscape, Hob,” Dream replies, a small smirk tugging on his lips, which were now painted a deep, tempting shade of red. “Perhaps you were thinking of the seductress from the film we had been watching before you fell asleep?”

Ah, that was right. Batman and Robin had been randomly playing on the telly when they’d been flipping channels before bed. Hob wasn’t the biggest fan of superhero movies from that decade, but Uma Thurman…well, who could look away from her?

Clearly his dreaming mind agreed, for it had imagined Dream in a similar outfit; a dark green leotard decorated in leaves and vines, and stockings to match. They elongated Dream’s legs in a rather fetching way if Hob said so himself.

“So does this make me Batman then?” Hob asks, waggling his eyebrows. “Are you here to seduce and poison me so you can overthrow the London government and have it run by plants?”

“Nothing so crude,” Dream answers, stepping closer into Hob’s space. Hob notices more vines have sprouted since they started talking, and quite a few of them have gotten bold in the places where they’re touching him. “My plans for tonight are a touch more…personal than that.”

Hob shudders as a vine pinches one of his nipples through his nightshirt.

“Gonna tie me up and have your wicked way with me then?” he grins, then yelps when one of the wines smacks his ass. Now the vines are getting more handsy with him, pulling and tugging at his nightclothes, while Dream, smug bastard that he is, seems content to watch them manhandle Hob.

Not one to take a challenge lying down, he reaches for Dream’s wrist and tugs his inhuman boyfriend into a kiss. He gets a few good licks into Dream’s mouth before he starts to feel lightheaded, and then suddenly, he finds himself pulled backwards onto a plush soft bed he’s certain wasn’t there a few minutes ago. Time in the Dreaming passed weirdly though, he’d figured that out pretty damn quickly once he and Dream had started dating.

“Didja just…poison me?” Hob slurs, into the satin soft sheets. They feel so nice against his naked skin. Wait. Where had his clothes gone? Damnit Dream. Hob tries to move his limbs, but he finds that his whole body’s bit sluggish, and from above him, he can hear Dream chuckling.

“My apologies,” Dream says, brushing a cool hand across his forehead. “I couldn’t resist reenacting that part of her character.”

Almost as suddenly as it had come, Hob’s head immediately clears from the weird haze he had fallen into and he can move his limbs once more. He grabs the hand still pressed to his forehead, and Dream yelps as Hob tugs him down into the mattress, vines and all.

“Little shit,” Hob grins, as he straddles Dream’s hips and stares fondly down at his lover. “Let’s leave the poison kiss out of this fantasy shall we? I’d hate to be able to not kiss those pretty lips of yours.”

“Ah yes, that would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” Dream replies with a smirk of his own, right before one of his vines wraps itself around Hob’s cock. Hob moans as the vine squeezes him with just the right amount of pressure, and he ruts eagerly into it, chasing his pleasure. Another vine pinches at his nipples, while yet another teases at his hole.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hob pants as he’s teased mercilessly over and over again. The vines then change their direction and start maneuvering him off of Dream’s body and into an upright kneeling position and tying his hands behind his back. He moans when the vine teasing his hole simply sinks into his body, rubbing insistently at his prostate and causing Hob to jerk uncontrollably as he’s stimulated over and over.

“I am, indeed,” Dream answers, his voice pitched low, almost to a growl. His costume from earlier has now melted off his skin, but the vines, of course, remained. Dream seems to greatly enjoy how much they drive Hob wild, and here in the Dreaming, Hob’s orgasm belongs to Dream and Dream alone, so it could be hours, or even days (in Dreaming time, of course) before Hob would be allowed to come.

Hob licks his lips and then groans as the vines stimulate him once more.

“Come on now, Dream, surely you want to do some of the work yourself,” Hob teases, wiggling his hips suggestively. He knows the taunt is a weak one, Dream could just as easily reply that he was doing the work, that the vines were an extension of himself, afterall.

But Dream seems willing to indulge him tonight, for the vines soon disappear, leaving Hob feeling bereft and empty. Without the vines to hold him up, he sways towards Dream, who catches him and cards his fingers through his hair.

“So impatient,” Dream murmurs into his ear. “Whatever shall I do with you?”

“Do your worst,” Hob challenges his lover with a grin. “Tomorrow is Saturday, so I can sleep in tomorrow.”

Dream’s returning smile is feral.

“As you wish.”

#dreamling #sandman fanfic #nsft #hob x morpheus #dream x hob #seiya writes #monsterfucktoberbingo #no beta we die like hob doesn't #absolutely unedited too because this is who I am this evening #seiya drabbles #seiya's monsterfucktoberbingo fills #seiya writes dreamling

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I just LOVE this detail in this trailer.

When Bubble literally comes out of Pomni’s mouth to ask “How can we support the production of this cool new show?”

Caine’s response is “Great question POMNI”

Even though Pomni was not the one who asked that question.

This could just be a gag of “Bubble is speaking for Pomni as they came out of her mouth” and I’m overthinking it. That’s probably what it is.

But I think Caine knows Pomni didn’t really ask that, he was just THAT enthusiastic about the promotion. It happened again at the start of the trailer when he ignored her response.

“Hey Pomni! Guess what?”

“No-“

“You’re right!”

And this is perfectly in character for Caine, as he constantly did this in the Pilot as well.

“We should have a brand new adventure for our new member, Pomni!”

“I said that like five minutes ago-“

“What do you think of XDDCC?”

“Uh-“

“You’re right, terrible! Let’s try that again!”

“Kaufmo abstracted?!! wHy DiDn’T aNyOnE tElL mE?!?”

I think this is such a great way of staying in character for both sides.

It would’ve been so easy to just have Pomni ask the question herself. But the writers knew that would’ve been OOC and Pomni would NEVER ask something like this.

None of the cast besides Caine and Bubble would honestly. The point is that none of them want to be here. And Pomni, despite being new, especially doesn’t want to be here. So they wouldn’t play along with Caine’s enthusiasm, ad or not.

But Caine being A.I, thinks that the humans would be, this plays along with a response that didn’t happen. Because HE finds it as entertaining as he makes it sound.

It’s more so a lack of awareness (how could he?) rather than intentionally silencing opposition. Opposition that he just thinks isn’t there.

Cause humans LOVE adventure, and ads, and merch sales, and internet porn-seriously why does that exist I hate the internet sometimes-

What I’m saying is that it’s showing that even in ads, these writers are getting the characters across really well.

I would say stuff like this makes me optimistic about the series, and… it does. But I’ll still cautiously optimistic.

Indie Animation just has it rough in writing skill in general and there’s multiple examples. That’s just cause writers in major corporations usually have to have several college degrees in the skill to get hired, and indie writers don’t have that burden and can jump right in so they’re often self taught. (But as a self taught writer myself for the most part, this is absolutely not meant to be slander. It’s not a bad thing if you know what you’re doing.)

So, you know, for all we know Digital Circus COULD tank in quality and end up as a trash fire with people complaining and whining forever about how great it ‘used to be’.

I hope that does not happen though and the writers at least are able to tell the story they want to tell effectively.

And so far, it seems like they are. As stuff like this shows that they are taking their time to flesh out the story the way they want to with how long the episodes are coming out, which I personally LIKE, as that means the steak can be fully cooked. And the news that the scripts for the whole series was written before the animations even started IS a good sign, which also means fan demand isn’t gonna plague the script and they’re gonna do what they want, which again, I personally think that’s a GOOD SIGN.

Cautious Optimism on my end. And details like this do emphasize that.

#digital circus #the amazing digital circus #amazing digital circus #tadc pomni #tadc caine #tadc bubble

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SS Poll Winner: The Eden Club

Can't say I'm not surprised. Thank you guys for being so patient with this one, it's coming along! Here's a smutty preview as a treat

🔞😈🔥

(sinful sunday deferred this week, I have a craft show)

Here are also two other sneak peaks of the last chapter I've already posted: preview 1, preview 2

Ch 16: Take this to your grave, and I'll take it to mine.

The first couple days after the truth(s) comes out and the three are left with no choice but to process, are tough on everyone as they attempt to regulate back to baseline. But it's worth it, because as it turns out, none of them are happy when one part of the triangle isn't.

It's October now, Gavin’s more or less moved back into his house and Sumo’s happier than a fucking clam now that the house is full of sound and body heat again. Hank returns that sentiment. He can honestly say he’s been feeling more like a whole person again.

Tonight, they are all sitting on the couch watching the first season of True Detective, because Gavin insisted. Now that they are suspended, they’ve got alot of free time. And too much free time for Hank or Gavin can be dangerous. Hank finds himself already falling subject to plotting Reynolds ultimate demise every free moment he gets, but for Con’s sake, Hank’s trying not to make a big deal out of it. Because no matter what, if his actions hurt Connor more than it helps him, Hank ain't gonna do shit.

And speaking of Connor, the android next to him is flushed and Hank can hear his internal fans kick on, working overtime by the sounds of it to cool his suddenly overheating system.

“You okay Con?” Hank asks, concern growing by the second.

“Yes,” Connor lies, tight lipped. His cheeks are bright pink, even Hank can even tell that in the evening, tv lit darkness.

“You sure? You're flushed,” Gavin points out.

“Ye-s” Connor hiccups, pupils dilating, clearly focusing on something that was not in the room. “V’s… sending me… pictures.” Connor finally confesses with a very specific kind of pant.

Hank feels his cock twitch in his pants as his grin splits his face.

“Pictures eh?” He asks.

“Whoa, like dirty pictures?” Gavin asks, voicing Hank’s suspicions.

“...Yes,” Connor gasps as he seemingly gets another one. “Fuck,” Connor whines and his fingers slip over the fabric of the couch cushion he’s sitting on and squeezes. And then, when another came through Connor sobs and the thin material under his fingers tears audibly.

“You just get another?” Hank chuckles.

“Yeeees,” Connor gasps, eyes staring forward, “A video. Fuck, Hank, I’m sorry about the couch.”

“So we buy another one,” Hank shrugs because a replacement couch is the last thing on his mind.

“Can you tell us about it?” Gavin asks hopefully.

Connor is quiet for a moment, and then,

“Fuck. Y-Yes.”

“Can we touch you while you do?” Gavin asks and Connor lets out a strangled sounding moan.

“Please,” Connor begs, his knees rubbing against each other in efforts to get some much needed friction.

“What are they doing?” Hank asks, taking over the dialogue while Gavin sinks to his knees in between Connor’s legs.

“Playing with themselves,” Connor pants, sitting on his hands to not cause any further casualties.

Gavin’s hands make quick work of undoing Connor’s pants and pull them down to his feet. Hank’s moves a little closer too, resting his large hand over the back of Connor’s neck, chuckling when the androids skin peels back automatically to expose the port.

“How are they playin’ baby?” Hank asks, starting his own teasing trail across the sensitive port with his fingertips without ever pushing inside.

Connor’s entire body shudders under their combined touches.

“They’re fucking into a fleshlight, telling me how it’s nothing compared to my ass.”

“I mean, they’re right,” Gavin shrugs before moving to lick the first drops of pre cum dripping down Connor’s cock.

Connor moans loudly.

“Can I send V a picture of you?”

Connor’s question causes a joint groan from both Gavin and Hank.

“Phck yeah,” Gavin says, “hang on though, let me get in position.”

Connor and Hank assume Gavin’s just gonna change his stance on his knees. Instead he pushes Connor's bare legs apart, as open as they can go before sucking down every inch of Connor’s cock into his mouth. Gavin then makes a show of locking his wrists behind his back before looking up at Connor with the biggest, neediest eyes anyone’s ever seen. Surprising the hell out of them both.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ Gav,” Hank pants, breaching the port in Connor’s neck with just the first knuckle of his finger.

“Oh my god,” Connor agrees, “please, d-don’t stop, either of you,” he begs and then suddenly he’s shuddering through an unexpected orgasm. Gavin’s mouth continues to suck him through it. Mouth torturing the head until Connor pleads for him to stop.

Hank’s finger comes free of the port and rests on the back of Connor’s neck, waiting for their android to come back online.

“You know I’ve never asked this but is this shit safe to swallow?” Gavin asks, now 10 seconds too late if not.

“Yes,” Connor laughs, post sex grin on his face, “it’s a non-toxic lubricant.”

Hank chuckles and kisses Connor’s temple, the side where his LED used to be.

Gavin is still on the floor, and Hank wonders if he’s waiting for something. When Hank finally makes eye contact with Gavin he just juts out his chin towards Hank’s crotch. When Hank’s eyebrow raises in question Gavin says,

“Take em off.”

Hank did not need to be told twice.

#detroit become human #hankconvin #vonnor #connor rk800 #hank anderson #gavin reed #v cyberpunk #hank x connor x gavin #dbh gavin #dbh hank #dbh connor #dbh rk800 #hankvin800 #sunwarmed ash #find me on ao3 #links in pinned #i post new stuff every sunday #*this sunday deferred- I have a craft show #sinful sunday

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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 8 months

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Worldbuilding #2

How do I make everything airtight enough to be believable? You should always know more than your readers so that your descriptions of the world feel fleshed out and genuine without throwing endless details at them, but how can you make sure you’ve thought about everything?

This is of course dependent on how much detail you want to go into; if you want to “go full Tolkien”, as my friends and I have described it in the past, then you need to know every little detail you possibly can, but of course there are other methods - for example, I’m a big fan of Daniel Handler’s approach in Lemony Snicker’s A Series of Unfortunate Events, where very little detail is given about the world, era, etc and the reader pretty much has to accept that it fits together only for as long as you don’t look at it too closely, but this works hand in hand with the secretive writing style and implausibility of the key plot points, like an idiotic banker being put in charge of appointing the Baudelaire’s their new guardians instead of the foster care system.

I personally wanted to know an intense amount about my world because I needed to be in a place where I intimately understood it to be able to bring it across to the audience as believable. So I went through a couple of different methods:

1) Questionnaires - I cannot recommend these enough! I never found them super helpful for character building so I was kind of skeptical at first, but I absolutely loved it. I used The Ultimate Worldbuilding Questionnaire by Novel Factory, and would definitely recommend it, but there are loads online so take a look around and find one that works for you, or pick and choose different questions from them. As a side note, completing that questionnaire last year was what made me acknowledge just how deep into the Grishaverse I was/am, because I can answer nearly all the questions on it in terms of the Grishaverse.

2) Picking on idea and then spiralling outwards - I impulsively decided that the capital city of the country most of my book takes place in should be a floating island pretty much just because I thought it would look really cool (and I know it’s my own imagination, but if you guys could see what I see you would agree it looks awesome). So from that basis, I started thinking about how it floats - because it’s under a massively powerful enchantment cast by a Witch thousands of years ago - and why - as a show of immense power so he could name himself the first Witch King and inherit the country after the Elves went into reclusion. I thought about what was under the island; an enormous (also enchanted) lake/reservoir that is constantly filled by six waterfalls flowing off the island. So then I had to decide where the water was coming from (a holy fountain belonging to the high goddess of protection and preservation) and other details came from that, such as it being illegal to consume fish from the city’s rivers because they belong to the goddess by proxy. And by stating knowing these principles I then also knew basics like regions, split into six distinct areas by the rivers, water source, physical hierarchy, religious practices, relationship between Elves and Witches, power of Witches over other species in the country, and so on. This left me with a very basic outline of the world, but it was a really great point to move forward from.

In the Grishaverse, obviously I can’t actually speak for Leigh Bardugo, but theoretically let’s say that we can start with the Shadow Fold and then spiral outwards. Why can’t the Ravkans go around it? Because it crosses into countries they’re at war with or where there are high political tensions. What causes those political tensions? The protection of Grisha in Ravka, because the Fjerdans think Grisha should be put to death and the Shu think they should be experimented on. So are the Grisha safest in Ravka? They’re safer than most other places, but it still isn’t the best deal because there’s a mandatory militia conscription for all Grisha in the country. What might happen to Grisha elsewhere? In the Wandering Isle that at risk of being killed due to religious superstitions, and in Kerch they’re at high risk of slavery. Is there anywhere where their power is celebrated or truly protected? It’s celebrated in Novyi Zem more than anywhere else, and the Zemeni word for Grisha is ‘zowa’ meaning ‘blessed’, but being in Novyi Zem doesn’t make them safe from the rest of the world. And so on.

3) This one might sound a bit weird but it’s genuinely super helpful. I’m a big fan of the video game Cities: Skylines, where you build and develop a city in great detail, so I thought about the basic principles you have to be on top of in the game to keep your citizens happy and well - different levels of education, public transport systems, taxation systems, budgets, roadways and connectivity, police department, fire department, landfill, hospitals, cemeteries, parks, monuments, different types of industry, office areas, low density residential zones and high density residential zones, energy sources, positions of different places in comparison to anything that causes noise pollution, etc. Any city planning game you know would work I’m sure, but as a fan of these kind of games I’ve always found this one to be the most detailed. If you’d like to try this for worldbuilding but don’t have the game I’d recommend watching videos of it on YouTube instead because it was really helpful for me. I’ve been thinking today that maybe I should try making my fantasy cities on the game, because I already have maps of them but it would be great to effectively simulate their success. (Unfortunately I don’t think I could put them on a magic floating island, but it’d be a pretty good alternative as a simulator)

4) Worldbuilding notebook. I have a plain paper notebook that I just fill with pretty much any ideas I have relating to my book, and to me it’s now a guide to the world (to an outsider it’s probably the ramblings of a crazy person, but ah well). It was pages on common interpretations of folklore species versus my own, on grammar and language for the fictional world, on species I invented myself, and scene ideas, and it has drawings of maps, important objects, and occasionally even characters but I’m not an artist so not very often. I also practice a similar thing digitally on Milanote, which I absolutely adore and could not possibly recommend enough. I use the free version and it’s amazing. I have a main mindmap on there with sections for Character, Setting, Plot, and Important Objects, and then in those sections I also have links to more details, for example a character relationship map and a timeline of the trilogy. You can also put pictures on there so I have artwork from Pinterest that matched my characters or matched the vibe of the different locations, and it really helps for it to feel full and exciting to be able to actually see them.

5) Worldbuilding timeline. I’m currently working on one of these on Freeform and I’m absolutely loving it. The great thing about Freeform is that your space is pretty much endless, so I routinely have arrows off the timeline where I’ve expanded on something or drawn examples of something - recently I spent a long time getting distracted by the traditional fashion of all the different species on my world and drawing out outfit designs for them.

For me, the timeline starts at the literal Big Bang because it’s relevant to know what happened before the planet formed, but start it wherever you need to. I would recommend starting at Genesis - either how the people in your world came to be, or how they religiously believe they did. I personally went into a lot of detail with mine because I need to understand how its existence works in conjunction to the rise and fall of the Roman Empire and the Roman presence in England and Wales, particularly since some of the humans in my world would be survivors from the Roman conquest who maintained their cultural belonging to a tribe that, in our world, was cut down by the Romans. (eg the Iceni from the Norfolk area or Silures from the Welsh mountains). But my book is set in present day, so I didn’t go through every century in quite as much detail unless it was directly relevant, and there’s currently a 4 century gap (17th, 18th, 19th, and 20th) where I need to figure out what was going on.

Thanks so much for reading, hope that this was interesting and/or helpful :)

If you have any particular worldbuilding questions you’d like me to have a crack at let me know and I’ll do my best

#worldbuilding #fantasy world #grishaverse #writing fantasy #fantasy books #ya fantasy #fantasy writer #fantasy #fantasy language #leigh bardugo #writing a book #writing #writers on tumblr #female writers #writer

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THANK YOU for the Oogway defense!!! Villains are fun, especially sympathetic ones, but acting like they’re some poor misunderstood sadbois ironically just takes the fun away from them. It’s really people not wanting to admit they like villains, which is ironic because they claim otherwise. The need for stans to villainize benevolent figures that correctly called out their faves as immaturely evil just comes across as insecure.

Np, I tend to be the dude always saying what needs to be said. I think villain stans here in kfp just want their hcs to be true so badly which is where the insecurity comes from, I can't tell you how many times Tai fans I've spoken to outright forget his animosty toward others and his own damn Father who we watched him do the following; - Throw him against a STONE COLLUMN - Punched him through the roof - Asked him to commit fraud regardless of Oogway's passing - Choked him out and probably would have killed him had Po not arrived. He's just a terrible person and I wasn't shocked Ian (Hia VA) realized that guy was never gonna change, he's like his dad; always thinks he's right but unlike Shifu he never opens his eyes. It's why I love him, he's a loser and an idiot who could be perfect for being a loser like villain no one takes seriously anymore if he was ever revived cause its been years. But everyone wants that Prison Break Tai Lung, overestimating how smart and cool he is, ignoring how he fell apart at the end of the film. So, his fans emulate him in a way, an insecure child who always wants to proclaim they are right and everyone else did them wrong despite the evidence showing otherwise. Which is why they dislike Oogway so much and "distrust" him because he told the truth, there was darkness in Tai lung's heart and he had so much time to change that but never did. And they can't handle the latter part, I mean just look at all the Tai redemption arc fan media we have out here and how many VIEWS they get its wild, No hate cause I read Traces of Spring as purely fan content. It's a funny and sad reality we live in. And don't get me started on the Shen fans, at least the Kai fans are funny and don't make weird art about genocide survivors deaths. But that's a story for another day.

#taylor talks #kung fu panda #tai lung #asks #asks open

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A really nice article from this month's Classic Rock (6/2022) focusing on the atmosphere of Ghost shows and what Tobias is like on stage versus in private.

THE GREAT PRETENDER

The choral wells of Gregorio Allegri’s Miserere Mei, Deus drift through the audience at Manchester Arena. It’s Saturday night, the mood is high and a cathedral is being built on stage. Behind the curtain, eye catch glimpses of the sort of theatre normally associated with the Iron Maidens, Rammsteins and Alice Coopers of this world. Giant steps. High walls and arches. Ornate stained glass window backdrops. More dry ice than Kate Bush’s Wuthering Heights video, dotted with a scattering of men in hard hats. Stonehenge this is not.

The curtain drops. The opening guitar glitter of Kaisarion bursts into our faces. Punters wearing nuns’ habits, crucifixes and corpse paint gaze up like children in a sweet shop, while Nameless Ghouls in gas masks are illuminated by cracking pyrotechnics. As riffs and drum thunder roll out like groovy cavalry, marrying heavy mystique with Def Leppard-sized hooks, it’s easy to see why Metallica and Dave Grohl are fans. The most rapturous applause, though, is reserved for their mercurial leader. An impishly charismatic figure, masked by black-and- white face paint. Hair slicked back with grey. Microphone in hand. Part Victorian military dandy, part Joel Grey’s MC from Cabaret in tight black skinny jeans and black leather gloves, Papa Emeritus IV strides, skips and gesticulates with the precision and campery of a seasoned Broadway star. And although there are thousands watching, those painted eyes of his have an oddly penetrative, Mona Lisa-esque effect. All-seeing. It’s as if he’s looking at you. Welcome to the Ghost show.

A few hours earlier we’re in a Grade Il-listed hotel on Manchester's Oxford Road, lifting an armchair with a short, polite Swedish guy in a band T-shirt. Silver chains clink at his wrists. A skull ring hulks round one finger. His generously spiked hair is jet-black, contrasting with almost bloodless skin. He could have wandered in from one of the rock pubs across the road.

"Master,” Tobias Forge says with a smile, pulling back his jacket, when asked about the T-shirt. “They’re an American eighties death metal band. They’re not very good, but they're cool!”

It’s surreal to think that this is the man who will slink across the stage as Papa Emeritus IV tonight (the latest incarnation of Forge’s fictitious, ecclesiastical one-man dynasty). The 41-year-old conductor at the heart of the 700 cues, 45 or so crew members and four tour buses that make up the Ghost experience; a production that, in some ways, feels more akin to the Cirque Du Soleil than to a rock show. It’s a globetrotting colossus, following its doomy, cultish origins in Linkoping, Sweden in 2006.

“Some people prefer ad-hoc rock bands like Pearl Jam or Springsteen, who come up on stage in whatever they wore on the street and just start playing,” he says, quickly adding: "which I love; I love Pearl Jam, I love Bruce Springsteen. But that’s not what we do. We don’t improvise that much. A lot of the show is free-form, which makes it edgy, but there’s still a script.”

Having released a gloriously grandiose new album, Impera, Ghost returned to the live circuit this year as co-headliners with Volbeat in the USA, causing some political “head-butting” when Ghost went on second every night. As Forge implies, they are not so much ‘hard to follow'-’ as logistically impossible. Now; at the start of this European tour, they’re very much on top - with Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats and Twin Temple in support slots.

“Co-billing for us is not necessarily a great thing,” Forge reasons, carefully. “What we’re doing is not compatible with many other bands. Not necessarily the sound; I don’t see a problem for a fan to absorb both. But if it’s going to be a forty-five-minute changeover, is that great for the crowd that paid for these tickets? I can order ten courses I really like, but I can only eat one. I’m not sure it’s doing the desired trick.”

There’s a cool flash of fanaticism about Forge, just detectable behind his approachable demeanour. He looks you straight in the eye. He pauses to consider his answers. During our conversation he’ll compare putting on a show to a football season, making a film, running a restaurant and going to war. All are analogies he’s used before, and all support the sense of auteurship that ripples through the Ghost world (as well as echoing Forge’s own fondness for sports, Stanley Kubrick and good food).

But there are other sides to him. The geeky classic-rock lover, who watches live Queen and Iron Maiden clips to get pumped before shows. The guy who on tour goes out to football and hockey games. The arty urbanite with friends in music, film and amusement parks back home in Stockholm. The happily married father of teenage twins, who binge-watched The Sopranos, Game Of Thrones and Stranger Things with his family over lockdown. The reluctant frontman who, if he had his way, would be Ghost’s guitarist.

“But that’s like complaining about not being the general because you got to be the king instead. I would have felt more fluid being the guitar player, but the difference would have been that, mask or no mask, my on-stage persona would have been closer to my real one - my actual one, my private one - than it is nowadays.”

Over at the arena, the gap between those personas increases. As Impera's lead single Call Me Little Sunshine starts up, Papa returns in glittering cardinal's robes. He looks like a Christmas tree. Freddie Mercury via the Vatican. Liberace for the holy orders.

Back home, conversely, Forge marvels at the chops of friends like Fredrik Akesson, Opeth’s lead guitarist who played on Impera, embellishing the whole record with splashes of virtuosic, 80s-rocking flair.

“I mourn the fact I get to play the guitar so little over the course of my life, because I love playing,” Forge says, twisting his skull ring, “and I think I am a better musician than I am a singer. I just happen to be a good singer in Ghost.”

A self-described jack of all trades, the place you're most likely to find Forge, on tour, is behind a drum kit. Backstage he pounds through Top 40 hits as part of a mobile workout regimen. Foreigner’s Urgent, Carry On Wayward Son by Kansas, Lenny Kravitz’s Are You Gonna Go My Way? and The Guess Who’s American Woman are all on his go-to list.

In the past he relished the travel aspect of band life, ducking out to explore new sites and record shops. So much so that it began to tire him out, pre-show. Now, he mostly sticks to a strict routine of workouts and walking with audiobooks - most recently Jan Guillou’s Carl Hamilton series, Sweden’s politically astute answer to James Bond.

“Ten books, eighteen hours,” he says. “That’s good for ten thousand steps, and you can do calls when you’re walking.”

On stage the seven Nameless Ghouls are in similar ship shape, darting from the menace of From The Pinnacle To The Pit to a galloping Spillways - complete with guitar duels, knowing glances and gestures. Even without facial expressions their performances feel characterful, not to mention being shit-hot on a technical level. It says a lot about them, as people, that they’re happy to be in this group anonymously.

For almost a decade Forge was similarly hidden. He spoke to journalists from behind curtains or masks. Officially he only revealed his identity in 2017, following a lawsuit from ex-bandmates. These days, living in a celebrity-heavy pocket of Stockholm (the Skarsgard acting dynasty are among his neighbours) he’s relatively undisturbed, except for any passing rock fans who recognize him from video interviews on YouTube, and a few Google images. How does that level of visibility sit with him? Does he enjoy doing interviews, for instance, while unmasked?

“I guess from a therapeutic point of view, speaking so much about yourself, your background and your motivation of why you’re doing this, it does have a cathartic function. But I definitely reach a point each day where I don’t want to talk any more. As much as people think that as an artist you like to revel in yourself...” he catches himself. “Look, I’m an exhibitionist, of course, but I definitely get to a point where I get really bummed talking about myself after a while.”

Perhaps this explains the desire to inhabit other personas, and makes sense of his latent acting ambitions.

“Yes,” he says with a laugh when asked if there are specific characters he’d love to play, “but I can’t say because it's part of how I view myself, and that might not rhyme with the rest. As an actor you are working with your physical attributes as your currency, so I know being five foot nine, white, with a certain body shape, I couldn’t do everything on the menu.”

In the Ghost universe, Forge bypasses such restrictions, starring in it and directing the various other parts. Mid-set at Manchester Arena, the audience’s mouths stretch into grins as Papa Nihil - an ancient ‘mentor’ cardinal in aviators - is wheeled out in an open coffin. This was not expected. Supposedly they killed him off in Mexico just before the first lockdown, but here he is, ‘reanimated’ by stage hands to deliver Miasma's saxophone solo. It’s all very Alice Cooper, with a dash of Benny Hill.

“I like to compare it to running a restaurant, because people...” Forge searches for the words. “You grew tired of your quiche or whatever a long time ago, even if it’s your grandma’s recipe, but people expect it to taste the same every night because they don’t come in and eat it every day. They expect the quiche to taste the way it did, because they brought two friends with them.”

So what dish would Ghost be?

“Because of the mixed nature of the music that’s combined,” he muses, “I guess it’s a calzone, with sushi in it, with cream on top.”

As the hits keep on coming, they make good on that sushi-calzone-with-cream-on-top concept. The Ghouls storm into Kraken-sized riffer Cirice, and Papa Emeritus reappears in bat wings – because why not? There are smoke jets, more dry ice, new robes, a fancy hat that (at certain angles) looks a bit like antlers... And then come the flames. Big ones. Fucking loads of them, giving the pyromaniac crews behind Slipknot and Rammstein a run for their money, before leading into He Is - a satirical yet stirring singalong with ABBA in its veins, completed following the suicide of Forge’s friend Selim Lemouchi (of Dutch occult rockers The Devil’s Blood) in 2014. Four years previously, his music-loving older brother died suddenly, the same day the first Ghost songs were released. Death runs deep in this music - in the fortitude it’s taken Forge to run with it.

But they're not done yet.

The metallic crunch of Mummy Dust is swiftly offset by Papa donning a blue sparkly jacket. “Let me hear you say ‘oomph’!” he roars into the audience, followed by what might be “did you feel it in your pants?!” - but it’s hard to tell through the make-up and an accent that sounds increasingly Compare The Meerkat-esque.

Indeed, for all Papa’s suave qualities his stage banter comes with an enchantingly befuddled edge; somewhere between a swashbuckling lothario and a slightly mad pensioner, but less creepy than that sounds. Is this the same softly spoken Scandi guy who chatted earlier about doing his 10,000 steps and watching hockey games?

“We’ve had a good hang!” he declares, by way of a pre-encore ‘farewell’. “I hope you leave feeling... well hung?!”

From there it’s time for a dynamite brace of Enter Sandman (they provided a version for Metallica’s Blacklist guest covers album last year) and Dance Macabre - the least metal song ever recorded by a band with such a metal-friendly image as Ghost.

“Just one more?” Papa shouts to the whooping masses. “And then you go out into the Manchester night, and either you fuck someone, or you go fuck yourself! How about that?”

With that, the band nail an addictive Square Hammer, and the cheers shoot up by several decibels.

Back at the hotel, just before he disappears to gear up for the evening ahead, Tobias Forge considers how it feels when he steps on stage. Transformed. Ready.

“I would say phenomenal,” he replies. “It’s one of the few moments where I don’t think about much else. Most of the time I am thinking of something else. I’m worrying about all kinds of stuff at the same time. The best nights are when you flow through them, and the worst nights are when you think: ‘Oh shit, I forgot the last step, I need to go back,’ and you start thinking about it.”

If that happens tonight, they hide it well. Curtain calls arc taken to the pastoral strains of Emmylou Harris's Sorrow In The Wind, and as Papa and the Ghouls wave, blow kisses and throw plectrums into the adoring audience there’s something reassuringly innocent about it all.

When children learn the truth about Santa Claus, they often keep believing anyway because they want to. They play along with stockings by the chimney, or Dad/Uncle Pete/whoever in the red suit, because it’s more fun that way. The same thing happens with Ghost. Ultimately it’s make-believe. A mystery with a sparkling rock soundtrack.

‘Fun’ can feel like a dismissive term. But as we’ve been reminded tonight, there is power in fun. Power in big, rousing guitars. Power in brilliantly entertaining spectacles. Not least of all, in recent times, fun offers cathartic escape like little else. The means to smile instinctively. Restoration for anyone who’s ever felt crushed by life.

“I would put on Live After Death before going on stage because it takes me near to the dream, rather than thinking of the practical nature of today,” Forge reasons. “That’s what it’s all about. All we’re doing is dreaming.”

Fistfulls of 'Ghost dollars' are scattered by roadies as house lights go up, the smell of burning permeates the arena and, finally, we wake up.

#the band ghost #interview #tobias forge

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dreamtydraw · 3 months

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Hello from the Fishbowl!

I have come to report that I, Fishy, have fallen ill :’( I’ve been in bed unable to breathe out of my clogged nose scrolling through Tumblr for the past hour- Funny thing is I don’t even know what caused it one day I was fine then suddenly me and everyone else where I live got sick. So basically I’m doin great today in my fishbowl haha, I do hope you’re doing well! Being sick sucks but hey what can you do other than endure it (after I send this I’m gonna go conk out though lol)

Now my sickly ramblings aside, as I was scrolling through Tumblr I came across your Blooming Panic MC (gonna use They/Them pronouns for them as I didn’t catch what their pronouns were hope that’s okay for now) and I was wondering if you’d be cool with sharing some info on them since I think they’re really cool and interesting! Ramble about as much or as little as you want I just wanna learn more about the MC and read your fun rambles :)

Farewell!

-🐟

Hi fishy ! We both fell, I have a soar throat and can’t stop coughing- 3 days before school starts again 😭

Just if you have Covid symptoms don’t forget to take a test !

And woaaaah dusting an oc I haven’t talked about in a while ! Her name is aisha, you can get general info here !

I really haven’t talked / drew her in months ! My poor meow meow-

On fun facts I a haven’t said yet would be that she’s a non pratiquant muslim, which mean she grew up with a muslim culture but don’t actively practice the religion.

Other would be that her family ( exept her older brother ) lives in France where she lives in the US.

She likes Lebanese food.

She’s a fan of sanrio.

She likes kids but don’t want to have one. ( cool auntie vibe )

Her and her older brother got their lips pierced together so they would get less reprimanded by their mom.

And that already a lot of fun fact :}

Thank you for liking her !

#fish anon #anon ask #ask answer #dreamty’s ramble #my oc #aisha #blooming panic #blooming panic oc

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spinningbuster98 · 2 months

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Sonic the Hedgehog CD Part 1: Sonic CD is sponsored by Marty McFly

Oh boy, now we’re getting into some spicy territory!

My history with CD is...complicated

Unlike the other Classic titles, while I was exposed to this one at around that same time thanks to the Sonic Gems Collection, I never played it quite as much due to...reasons that will become quite clear in future parts. It’s only with the release of the Whitehead version years ago that I truly dived into this game

So let’s start with the best and most obvious parts

Firstly: the opening and closing cinematics are literally some of my favorite pieces of animation ever. (Well the uncompressed versions anyway, ‘cause the Sega CD was what it was). Not just because they’re animated beautifully but because they feature what is, to me, the gold standard of Sonic’s body language.

This Sonic is quick, adventurous and fun loving when he’s zooming around, but dead serious and determined once he notices Eggman’s effect on Little Planet

But most of all: he’s cool. He’s effortlessly cool in the way he runs around and toys with badniks, while at the same time still retaining a cutesy side to him to remind you that this is still a light hearted and fun loving cartoon character

While I’m not one of those people who thinks that Sonic should never talk (specifically Classic), there is a case to be made on how in just a few minutes’ worth of animation CD is able to tell us literally everything there is to know about Sonic’s character without having him utter a single word while the Storybook games had to devote hours long narratives to get the point across. It also further lampshades just how backwards Sega’s recent handling of Classic as a character has been, focusing completely on his cutesy side while completely neglecting his cooler one, or at least downplaying it, while one of the main reasons for the switch to Modern was because they feared that Classic was being perceived as too cute by fans at the time, but whatever that’s a topic for another time

From a graphical standpoint...yeah this game is above and beyond the best of the classics, both in general spritework (though bosses in Sonic 3 actually look better, but that might just be due to that game having actual bosses that look more imposing in general), color variation, level of detail and artstyle, which is without even mentioning the way that the game manages to tell a simple yet subtle narrative through its backgrounds but I’ll focus on that at a later time

But personally I’ve...actually never been head over heels for these graphics unlike everyone else, mostly due to a personal thing, since Sonic game move so quickly it’s usually hard for me to really focus on background details and whatnot, which isn’t helped by the one thing you’ll be looking at the most, Sonic’s sprite, pretty much being ripped straight from Sonic 1 and looking so out of place compared to the rest of the game. But again: it’s not a knock against the game, it’s just me

Musically I...think it’s good, it’s certainly the most varied and smartly utilised soundtrack in the Classic games (or even in the whole series) due to how each track ties very well to the feel of not only each Zone but also each era, but personally? When it comes to Sonic music I tend to prefer more upbeat, fast paced tracks. CD’s OST is much slower and usually pretty calming and atmospheric, which works very well for what it’s trying to accomplish, it’s just not what I personally prefer to hear in a Sonic game (and yeah I’m talking about the JPN score, it’s been ages since I’ve listened to the US tracks)

On the other hand however I like all of the vocal tracks

Sonic Boom was the first I was introduced to and it still sounds great, but over time I also gained a lot of appreciation for You can do anything. The lyrics are really cheesy and are bordering on nonesense half the time, but I like the energy it has

My absolute favorite however is Cosmic Eternity. I really wish more people would talk about this one because this is, and I’m not kidding here, one of my favorite Sonic songs in general. Right up there with the likes of Open your Heart, Live and Learn and What I’m Made of. It’s just so upbeat and uplifting, it fits both this game’s happier aspects and Sonic’s character like a glove, the latter more in the sense that it sounds like something that Sonic would sing someone to cheer them up

#youtube #sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog cd #my gameplay

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thatsrightice · 10 months

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From your reply to my ask:

Whomst has summoned the avgeek—

I don’t want you to cry, but favorite commercial and military aircraft?

Also: I am in complete agreement—Ice fighting off FIVE MiGs was so cool, badass and hot.

Okokokokokok I needed a sec to run around and scream but I’m ok

Airplanes are amazing and I love them. Every time I see one or am on one I literally can’t stop smiling. Its impossible not to.

Let’s start commercial; so my favorite is a bit more private than commercial but I have a soft spot for Gulfstream because I may or may not work there. You can call me biased, but with windows that are EVENLY spread so each seat has a perfect window view not to mention the INSANELY HUGE windows, it’s hard not to love. I specifically enjoy the G650 model for more biased reasons.

Like come on! I always get window seats flying commercial but half the time the windows are like out of reach or basically behind me so these windows are incredibly cool to me. Did I mention they’re 28” wide? Insane.

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Favorite military plane is a LOT harder but I do love the F-22 Raptor. When I saw the F-22 twilight demo at EAA for the first time I immediately fell in love with it. It was the first airplane I genuinely held above the rest. I had always loved aviation but it made me fall in love all over again, nothing compares to hearing the crackle of the afterburner as it streaks across the sky I get goosebumps every time. Genuinely an amazing aircraft, one of the best if not the best ever produced. Here, have this pic I took after a pilot flew a demo and no he’s not flipping off the camera I promise :)

F-14 Tomcat is always up there for sure. I love reading stories and listening to podcast episodes from the people who flew them. A big part of my interest in them, beside the movie Top Gun, is the shear amount of ISSUES they had! Like literal death traps at times 💀💀💀 To put it crudely (and probably incorrectly just know there’s some truth to it), you couldn’t change your airspeed while doing maneuvers without the compressor stalling, the hydraulic issues, the TF-30 engine throwing fan blades that would literally tear apart the engine to pieces, did I mention the extremely common compressor stall?, the occasional flap slat disconnect issues, I could go on forever. It’s such a humbling aspect of the jet that not many people know about. The fact that it’s a two-seater is also so cool cause it’s becoming less common in newer aircraft (I’m looking at you F-35).

#f-22 raptors are my babies #I admittedly know more about F-14s than F-22s #top gun #ask me about aviation #I love researching in-depth about F-14s and aircraft carriers and how the navy works #I research for everything #literally all fanfics like I don’t want to get anything wrong 😅#f 14 a im looking at you #but also the f 14 b and c??? had problems too????#we love a problematic child #listen to the F-14 Tomcast whenever you get your podcasts #and the fighter pilot podcast #we stan Vincent Jell-O Aiello #f-14 tomcat

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insuke69 · 10 months

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Miles Morales headcannons cause omg.

(1610 Miles btw)

(1, Ima minor as well and 2, not sexualizing)

Fem reader, fluff things (Miles IS SO BF LIKE MDJDBSVHD

I’ll probably make one of Hobie brown cus I’m so down bad for him too.

THESE ARE EITHER DATING ONES OR JST HIM AS A PERSON (idk)

_.•._.•._.•._.•._.•._.•._.•._.

He draws tf out of you, like there are millions of drawings in diff styles, as if he tests new markers/pencils in ways of drawing you

He’s always saying ‘fun facts’, even if y’all are actually together already he always says shit like: ‘did you know that ___’ to seem smart and try to impress you with smartness

Wouldn’t per say ‘delay’ having you meet his parents but when you FINALLY do, he would physically tense up if you call his parents by their first name (..don’t do that shit.)

He like spicy food but isn’t a huge fan + hardly has spice immunity, like- hot Cheeto type spice at most (if you’re Mexican he would wanna try more food of your culture and awkwardly ask if normal food like birria was spicy)

His parents don’t let y’all hang out w the door closed and his mom comes in to check in on y’all

Hardly likes energy drinks cuz they’re so FIZZY

Was hella picky as a lil kid but’ll eat anything now

He has a sticker on the Statue of Liberty but is semi-paranoid that that’ll apear on the news and his dad would recognize it

If you have piercings/tattoos he’s hella interested in them, subtle and he wouldn’t ever get one for himself but he loves seeing them on you

Hopeless romantic

I feel like his love language is: acts of services, physical touch and words of affirmation (if he knows your love languages then he would actually get so soft/happy whenever you do one)

had a nightlight, and when he didn’t pack it when he first went to visions he was ‘relieved’ In a way that his roommate studied with the computer screen semi-bright.

If you don’t know he’s Spider-Man he would try to act cool/flex and shi whenever you and ‘Spider-Man’ interacted and Miles would put good word (if that makes sense)

Human embodiment of overthinking. If you text a one word response this mf would zoom across Brooklyn (webbing or something) to your door w flowers thinking you’re mad or sum

He always gives lil things, wether flowers or kisses on the cheek.

Silently admires you, always has his eyes on you. He may not always say lovey-dovey things but he shows how much he cares.

Is SO LOYAL. LIKE- he would deadass always be beside you and would be so awkward if he’s asked out (he’s so polite and I can imagine him trying to be so polite when rejecting some1)

#miles morales #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse miles #spiderman #miles spiderman #miles morales headcanons #headcannons #earth 1610 #spider man miles morales

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aries-writingblog · 2 years

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Enemy Fire: 1

Summary: There’s a new kid in town, and she’s got a city to usurp.

Pairing: Jason Todd x F. Reader

Word count: 1.6k

warnings: language, violence, mentions of burn victims, guns and weapons, mention of sex workers

AN: I’m not great at writing series but this one took hold of me and wouldn’t let go until I wrote it so we’re hoping for the best. There’s an estimated 25 parts in total to this I’m working on and maybe I won’t lose steam halfway through. Photos from Pinterest.

Miller Harbor; 3 AM

“Hey, you know that little waitress down at Vinnie’s place?”

Montoya grunted, lugging the last of the black cases from the trunk of the car.

“Ray.” He growled, a warning edge to his voice.

“What?” Ray grinned.

“She’s your wife— you two don’t have to play that game every time. And you definitely don’t have to play it with me. It’s disgusting.” Montoya complained, beginning his count of the weapon cases at their feet.

“Where’s your humor?” Ray asked, preparing the wooden crate with it’s forged paperwork.

“In the harbor, where you’re gonna be if you don’t hurry up.” Montoya warned, moving the weapons into the crate. He quickly ensured they were all sealed, locked with a code. “Boss wanted these prepped immediately. They’re getting picked up soon.”

Ray rolled his eyes and grumbled under his breath. Holding the stencil against the wood, he sprayed a lot number onto the top corner.

He moved quickly, helping his partner relocate the cases into their place.

Sweat formed against his brow. Trickling down into his eyes.

Ray stood straight again.

“You feel that?” He asked, wiping his forehead. Sweat glistened off his fingertips. Strange… it was fifty degrees and cloudy in Gotham. “Just got hot out here.”

Montoya grunted again, panting as he leaned against the wooden crate to catch his breath. The air had turned humid— his breathing had become slightly congested.

“Yeah. It’s cause you’re working, let’s go.” He ordered, ignoring the strange turn of weather.

He had learned long ago that Gotham was a strange city, with strange phenomena occurring daily. The less he questioned, the more time he had to run before shit hit the fan.

Ray frowned, sharp eyes searching through the near darkness of the docks.

Eyes. He felt eyes.

They were being watched.

Ray reached out to grab at Montoya— to prepare him for what was coming.

Blinding light flashed across the dock, heat seared and hissed against the cool Gotham air.

Ray squinted at the source.

A figure encased in an orange glow. Fire. She was encased in flames. Warmth bleeding from her body.

She was almost… angelic. Her flame called for him— a sirens song. Beckoning him closer to the energy she produced.

“Evening, boys.” She purred.

Ray and Montoya scrambled backwards, away from the heat of her flame. The spell breaking, scattering through the breeze.

“Shit!” Montoya wrenched his pistol from his hip holster, flicking the safety.

The woman growled, her lip curling. Faster than he could fire, her hand reached out and clasped around the muzzle. Montoya released the weapon, backing away and tugging Ray with him.

The melted gun dropped to the gravel at her feet— steaming and red hot as it cooled.

Montoya grabbed for Ray, holding onto his elbow tightly. Preparing for something he couldn’t fight.

A wolffish smile carved its way onto her lips; Though he couldn’t see her eyes through the domino, Ray felt the delight that swam through them. Like an insect caught under her magnifying lens.

“Oops.” She cooed, taking a step forward. Montoya pulled Ray back with him, inching further away. “Now, unless you want your faces to match, I want contact information for your boss.”

“What boss?” Montoya asked. Ray elbowed him.

The woman laughed— a sound that would have been beautiful had it not been doused in gasoline.

The flames around her body shifted— the orange melding and morphing into white hot. The tips of her fingertips burning blue.

The two men winced, holding their hands up to block the brightness.

“Don’t play coy.” She warned lightly.

Ray held his opposite hand out, swinging it slowly toward his jacket’s inside pocket. She watched him fumble before revealing a business card.

“Here—“ He offered, his hand shaking as it extended. “That’s him.”

The woman hummed, her flames extinguishing with a hiss into the now humid Gotham air. Her hand emerged from the steam as it rose.

“Appreciate that.” She smiled. Her form became visible once again; Just in time for the men to watch her tuck the card securely into her own jacket and zip the pocket. “Have a nice night.”

She moved toward their left, where the cases lay abandoned. Montoya’s jaw clenched, his body stiffening. Ray cut his eyes toward his friend’s hand, moving to the weapon on his own hip.

“No.” Ray whispered.

Montoya ignored his warning.

The woman leaned down, gathered a case and began on her way to exit the dock.

A loud crack of a weapon firing broke through the crystal night air. A stinging pain in her upper arm followed soon after.

She glanced down; A new bullet hole in her jacket sleeve, accompanied with blood pouring down her arm.

Her jaw clenched, her gaze swinging back to the source of the projectile. Holding the smoking gun.

Dropping the case at her feet, the woman extended her hand at her side, palm up. The flames flicked back to life— blue light dancing across her palm as she grinned.

“Aren’t you full of bad decisions today?”

“We need a new lock on the back door.” Cristy announced. She flicked the broken deadbolt, watching it swing across the door from it’s last remaining screw.

“Done.” Red Hood promised, with a nod. He turned to the three other women in the kitchen, leaned casually against the countertops. They all appeared to be dressed warm enough. “Everyone’s heat is working still? Everyone have blankets? Anyone need to take them home?”

“I’m taking two for Ellen and Erin.” Liv told him. The other women shook their heads.

Several of the women lived in the old house, still. The ones without children. Many of the other ladies that worked went home night after night.

Perhaps it wasn’t ethically correct to run the old brothel, but the women needed jobs and a warm place to stay. And Jason, well, he had the money now.

And he grew up around many of the prostitutes of Gotham in Crime Alley and the Narrows. He knew how hard their lives were. How unfair.

“Take as many as you need. I can always get more.” He assured them, closing the door Cristy stood at.

He threw the locks all the way down, skipping over a couple in case someone decided to pick them. His gloved fingertips grazed over the broken lock.

The women would be safe without it, that he was sure of. But, if they would feel safer with it fixed, he would fix it. Soothe a small worry for their troubled minds.

“Boss!”

Jason’s head tilted. Duty always called.

He turned to the handful of women still gathered in the kitchen. He smiled, even though his helmet prevented them from seeing it.

“I’ll get that lock fixed by tomorrow evening, no later.” He assured them. His bouldering frame maneuvered easily around the small room, dwarfing many of the women.

“You’d better, or we’ll go on strike.” Toni called after him.

Jason turned to see her leaned against the door frame, a smirk on her lips.

“Ha.” He scoffed.

Everyone in the house knew Red Hood didn’t get a dime of what they earned. It all stayed in their own pockets. He didn’t even charge rent.

All he asked? Information. As much as they could get, without giving themselves away.

Jason slammed the door after himself as he walked out onto the porch. Harris, one of his analytics, stood waiting.

“Hood.” Harris nodded, shifting on their feet. “Problem down at the dock.”

Jason scowled. One of his least favorite sentences. Trouble on the docks typically meant police would be crawling for the next forty eight hours. And any stock product he had on said docks was lost inventory.

“I knew I should’ve sent Ricky with them. What, they lose the fucking guns?” He demanded. Ray and Montoya— skilled fighters and excellent runners, somehow not great at drop off’s.

Harris winced and shook their head. Jason’s eyes narrowed behind his helmet, his head cocking to the side.

He could almost smell the fear rippling off the person before him.

“Worse.” They stated grimly, their eyes leveling with the Hood as they turned their phone for the Boss to see. Jason’s throat tightened, his heart taking a leap into his gut. “Montoya was burned alive.”

Jason swallowed; It was a gruesome photo. The shake in Ray’s hand evident as he had snapped the picture— leaving the edges blurred.

“Holy fuck.”

YN hissed, her fingertips curling into her palm. Nails biting into her skin. A final gush of blood trickled down her arm, finding a new home in the creases of her elbow.

She pulled the thread taut, her scissors snipping it short.

Dropping the pair onto the table, she snagged her bottle. Knocking back a shot of whatever she had purchased from the shady liquor store open at 2 AM on the Southside of Gotham. Probably some bootleg concoction whipped up in a college bathtub.

A shiver ran across her nervous system; Dislodging the thought from her already hazy mind. Pain tinged the edges of her vision, turning it watery and blurred.

Readjusting to sit with her back against the chair, she rested her arm on the table. Her eyes refocusing on the small rectangle of card-stock paper.

Her fingertips traced along the edge of the faded business card. Some guy’s plumbing service— quite possibly, Ray’s himself.

Sliding it to the edge of the table, YN flipped the card over. Holding it between her fingers. Examining the scribbled ink across the back. She smirked, placing it back on the table; Standing, she pushed herself toward the small kitchen, in search of more bandages.

‘Red Hood; Meet at The Bowery Square; Call only in emergency’

#jason todd x f!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x yn #Jason Todd series

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