#eyes are friggin difficult

[l3monlem0n]

Some Murder Drones Episode 7 screenshots I thought were interesting and my thoughts on them :>

SPOILER WARNING!!!! is spoilering

Nori, despite being a middle aged woman with a child, appears to be an Otaku or otherwise likes "edgy" and "scene" stuff, as well as listening to nightcore, very much like her daughter. Good for her tbh you're never too old to have fun

She also has a photo of Khan and what I can only assume is baby Uzi, though it appears to have blue eyes, but maybe it's just the lighting. Still very cute she has a pic of her husband

As well as all the previously mentioned Otaku stuff, she also drew herself as an anime character. She has a skinsona. Phenomenal (pos)

Nothing much here, just Uzi coughing up blood. Girl got the goop (gore) inside of her already

Lab Space. Apparently the Church was just down there and not even the humans know why. The canonicity of this is questionable; it could just be a joke

OT, as per google, stands for "Occupational Therapy". Makes sense for the context, and makes the bottom text funnier

"Fun Time To Universe Big Crunch: 87". The Big Crunch is a hypothetical way the Universe could end, where the universe folds on itself and shrinks into a single point. 87 "what" I don't know. If it's months, that 7 years and 3 months

Honestly the Murder Drones lore is super confusing. I think what this is trying to say is that every other Zombie Drone is doing poorly, (Except for Yeva), they are trying to reactivate 002 (Nori) via the USB. I'm not sure what this means. Maybe they only got the results they wanted from the two of them, and are trying again with Nori since she was the only other one that worked (also why they got Yeva when she failed; this may all be referring to how the episode opened up) Also, the date says SER. As revealed in the episode Cabin Fever, Copper-9 has months that Earth does not. SER most likely stands for Seramorris, the month revealed in that episode

Looks like the "bad event" wasn't the first one. Certainly was the last one though lol

Just a good pic of ghost/hologram V with the scary stuff. Might use this as a wallpaper

You can literally see the hole in his neck where N bit him in...

...And it's to the point his HEAD FALLS OFF. (including because I didn't notice the first time around)

Yup, the idea that Uzi became the Admin for N and V is completely true. I wonder what would've happened if she didn't, since Cyn didn't react whatsoever

friggin bug (very pos)

You would not believe how difficult it was to get a good pic of this (I'm using snipping tool lmao). Always a pleasure to see Uzi's doodles. Things her gun can do (upper right):

NOT judge her

Forced prom date (?)

Allows her to say she had friends before she frickin murdered them with sci-fi machinery

The cut off text at the bottom: Plan B: Normal gun + Shoot really fast

This is while Tessa is looking for something in the lockers. Claws, chains, magnets, Wings, and scribbled "HELP". Looks like the lockers were all specifically to hold the infected worker drones. Oof

We are in the future now baby. We have rererererereCAPTCHA. Funnily enough, it still couldn't stop a robot

There is a message board where someone who doesn't like robots is talking. They also are scared. Also no one else is using this system, which is unsurprising. "Ur aight ;)" Wait is the winky face intentional foreshadowing? Or unintentional?

We get the names of a bunch of other Worker Drones. Unfortunately for all 029 fans, her name was not visible. (also can someone tell me what "JWEB" could be short for?) And Yeva is said to have a patch. That may be the crucible thing idk

Cyn (which I will be calling this version Skyn [Skin + Cyn]) apparently took of the space suit just to give Doll the Withered Foxy jumpscare. Honestly really terrifying. If this photo was teased before release I think the fandom would've exploded

Just N being a good boy :3

The MDs, Cyn's pets. Nori refers to them as "Nerfed" so the "Entity" can ensure control, and says they were made to destroy other hosts. I don't know why Cyn would want them dead, but I'm not the loremaster here. YouTube line is there because I couldn't be bothered after the Railgun image

Probably already confirmed, but doubly confirmed that a symptom of the Solver is giving Drones organic insides. A Worker Drone body with a rib cage and guts. I wonder what would happen if the infection continued uninterrupted (also R.I.P. Doll I loved you :frown:)

I'm sure everyone noticed, but when Uzi tried to manipulate Tessa, the ERROR noticed appeared. Already hinting Tessa is not all she says she is

Apparently the Solver can create Black Hole Saws. Interesting development (Blackhole Blitz)

I know most people (I think) see this as a joke and N just being a bit of goofball. But honestly, I think he did it intentionally to shock Cynuzi and give Nori a chance. In the Pilot, he licked V's sword to surprise her too, which means he isn't unfamiliar with doing something weird and surprising for the advantage

Skyn eating Doll's core. R.I.P. Doll again. Seriously, was that Doll in Core Form like Nori was? Or was Nori a fringe case because she was "Exorcised" and this is just a regular core? Questions, questions. Also yeah the Solver also gives you a Core. Fun

This tag makes me think that this body is Cyn's actual body. Not longer a hologram, but her actual body from the mansion. The reason Tessa gave N, J, and V their names was because that was the first letter of their Serial Designation (she's very uncreative). However, Cyn's tag was slightly faded, which meant her SD couldn't be seen, so Tessa gave her the name "Cyn" after her P/N, even though the other 3 already have the same P/N as Cyn (Tessa, again, is very uncreative)...

...and for some reason, Cyn or the Solver, which ever theory you subscribe to, decided to wear Tessa as a skin suit for some twisted reason. It did help her with the Captcha. Also scary because this doesn't have the right proportions for an adult (unless Cyn really forced that skin on), which leads me to believe that this is a Younger Tessa, and she faked having an older voice. Maybe I shouldn't call her my wife... I'm sure Eldritch J is still available :^)

(Seriously, the eyes are burnt out, leaving two eye holes over the visor, so she gives herself two X eyes so it looks better. Also yeah we found out what that thing on the "It Came From Copper-9" poster came from. It really was Cyn or Skyn)

Just a frame of the final...frame... for coolness. I'm probably also going to use this for a background. Also, this is definitely Copper-9. You can see the ring and ringless moon together on the right. Uzi somehow got sent to orbit after falling in the meat hole

Well that was all for now. This series has consumed me entirely, body and soul, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Goodbye and goodnight

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[sussysluttyscorpio]

Scorpio Placement Observations

(This picture doesn't belong to me in any way) (These may apply to 8th house placements too. Tell me if it does) (I won't make another post for Saturn and Jupiter. I'll include it in some astro-notes post briefly, if anything)

For Moon, Venus and Mercury, click here

SCORPIO SUN:

~Okay so, I won't typecast anything but Scorpio Suns are generally more comfortable around their male besties than their female counterparts? Like they don't get the girly shit or they don't like it all the time? But with the "bros", they get the homie feeling? You know?

~I feel people mistake Scorpio Suns a lot to being introverted and like ✨mysterious✨. Like, most Scorpio Suns (Tropical and Sidereal) are pretty chill, and ambivert, if not extraverted.

~Tropical Scorpio Suns are Sidereal Libra Suns. And well, out of all debilitated signs, this one is the least, well, difficult. A weak sun is good. Imagine looking at a very bright sun. It hurts your eyes, that's what it does. In the sign of Libra, it makes the native very diplomatic, very calm, very creative (fine arts or creative writing too even) The IT-girl placement? These people are so well liked. (Maybe the girls are envious from these people?) The guys who have this are so aesthetically pleasing to my Libra Venus. I see you🤍

~Sidereal Scorpio Suns are Tropical Sagittarius. These are the people who might be your stereotypical introverted, mysterious people, but that's generally because of an underlying insecurity, trust me. These people have a no-nonsense approach in life. Like if you're gonna bring me down, rightfully, fuck off. I'm not here for your shit.

~Well, as a Scorpio Sun (Sidereal) myself, I'm the biggest ambivert you'll ever find. I'll be an extrovert with the extroverts and with my introvert bestie, I'm a mild introvert. Haha, she makes me introvert. I love her.

~Also, most Scorpio Suns befriend other Scorpio Suns? I used to lose my mind when I first came across zodiacs. All my friends were Sagittarius Suns (Tropical). Like 5 of them, the closest ones. Or they were Scorpio Suns (Tropical). I didn't know about Risings then, let alone Sidereal. So, I used to always wonder why this is. Now, I know.

~I used to befriend Sidereal Scorpio Suns (Tropical Sagittarius Suns), and those were the closest ones always. I was myself always with them. Other Scorpio Suns always brought out the real me or a part of me I wasn't very open. True Vibe Soulmates, ngl.

~As for the Sidereal Libra Suns (Tropical Scorpio Suns), that was mostly because I have prominent Libra Placements so, comforting.

SCORPIO MARS:

~Tactical. Freaky hotties. Intense. Bold. The perfect "Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets" placement.

~Not an observation but I wanna fuck a Scorpio Mars. At least once in my life. Call it my fantasy.

~You guys and your strong ass willpower has me weak in the knees. You can commit? A person in today's day and age who can friggin commit? I want it. Please. Take me in.

~Like when you decide to do something, you make sure you do it and that you do it better than any other motherfucker. You go study the depth of the subject and know the roots, like real focusing on the "how"s and the "why"s. "Why is Sodium a soft metal? WHY SODIUM, WHYYY?!!"

~See. The simple logic behind this is Mars is domicile in Scorpio. It's comfortable here. It's in its element. It will show its full effect now. And what does Mars represent? Passion. So, these people are passionate towards whatever they do. And when you do something passionately, you become the friggin best in it.

~Um, you know, with Mars, the Sign is one part of it. I feel more important is the house it is in and what planets are aspecting it. But since we're not discussing that, let's not digress.

~Sex is important? Fuck no. Sex is IMPORTANT. How will you know if you can mate this person for life? Sexual compatibility is essential for you guys. And it's understandable too. The blending of souls through the bodies is utmost to show the love you feel. Words? Mean shit. Actions? Speak louder.

~I don't remember where but I heard this from an astrologer that the difference between Aries Mars and Scorpio Mars is their approach. Aries is represented by the Ram. Scorpio, whereas, is represented by the Scorpion itself. So, when a Ram attacks, it does with its horns. Face to face, head-on confrontation, while a Scorpion does it with its sting, which is on its back.

~What I'm trying to say is when you wrong a Scorpio, they won't react immediately. They'll be like "Oh. Okay" and months later you find all your friends falling out with you, people knowing the shit you did and then you realise, it was the Scorpio Mars person's doing. So, these people will take their vengeance when their enemy would be at their fucking lowest.

~And these people hold their vendetta forever. Forgiveness? What the fuck is that?

~You guys make elaborate plans. Like Money Heist level plans. On a smaller scale could be, um, Mass bunking college or Dating your shitty ex's enemy/best friend as a revenge? Just ideas.

~NSFW: You might have a breeding kink. Just saying. You're all dominating ASF. Everyone. No switching. Just Dominants. Dominatrix. Idk. But you are.

~If you want to manifest something important, like good body, work place stuff, like manifesting the passion, use the color black, purple or red. These are the Martian colors. Red is more for Aries but works. I did it with a blog of mine. Customised it full red. It became an overnight hit.

~Oh and did I tell you you're hot? I'm sorry. You're hot. As hell. Femme Fatale Vibes. Like you can tell me Jennifer from Jennifer's body was Scorpio Mars and I'll believe you. A harshly aspected/placed/afflicted Scorpio Mars gives me Joe Goldberg/ Love Quinn vibes from You. I mean, especially Joe Goldberg cause Scorpio Mars can get stalkerish. It depends on if it is receiving negative aspects from nodes. Like I said, with Mars, sign is secondary. Primary is house and other planetary aspects on it. Not all Scorpio Mars will be Joe Goldberg, come on.

~This happened in another post of mine when I said something about Aquarius Sun and being Hitler-like as an example. Not all Aquarius Suns can be or will be Hitler. One placement does not define you. If it did, you won't need aspects or house systems for it. Pfft-

SCORPIO LILITH:

(I wasn't going to write about Lilith but @lavenderundmintt asked me in the comments, so here goes nothing)

~Honestly, I desperately try to find sources on how to interpret Lilith myself cause whatever I've read never made sense to me based on my placements. I have a Lilith in 1st. And many parts stay, well, conflicted. I'm no Mary Sue in parallel universe as many suggest but whatever. This will be a little shorter. I don't want to fill large paragraphs at the cost of inaccuracies.

~Lilith Scorpio people, I believe, may have stalker-ish boyfriends or lovers? See, with Lilith, you'll experience everything about the sign its in. The roles reverses.

~I just discussed it with a few people how people obsess hard over Scorpio Lilith people. Hookups reaching out, past lovers having difficulty moving on from you. Breaking up then coming back to you? Stalking you on social media? "I'm sorry. I'll change. I'll be better."

~Um, not sure about this but, you might feel uncomfortable in accepting your sexual-ness? Like, maybe, you find sex something taboo or disgusting? Or even to the extent of being Asexual? Or insecure in bed? Its okay if it is true. Many people do and are. But I just, what I'm saying is that after puberty or losing your virginity, you could've find it hard to accept your sexual urges. You could feel unclean/dirty. Might not masturbat3. Reason could be anything, I won't mention any triggers cause triggers are real. If it resonates, you get it and I don't have to say it out loud.

But, I'm just saying. I could be totally wrong here and I'm sorry if I am.

~Oh and this doesn't mean you are unsexy or people don't want to fuck u. You exude a very high, unresistable, sexual aura, many-a-times without realising it.

~You're maybe very submissive? Again, you may not be if it's in, say, 1st house. But just saying, you could attract people through your submissive side. Or "innocence" or "Purity" or wtvr bullshit guys these days find attractive.

~Oh and another very prominent thing I came to know from the discussions. Eyes. Something with eyes that you guys do which drive people insane. Like, you have very hard-to-not-notice eyes. There's power in those eyes which is like very magnetic.

~Needless to say. Lilith isn't a very positive planet. I've seen people discuss how traumas surrounds this planet. And it being in the sexual sign of Scorpio could go anywhere. Not implying anything.

~But one thing I am very certain of. You're unavoidable. You draw people towards you. You're the ✨moment✨

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[skirter01]

DP x DC Pilot/Engineer Danny AU PT. 2

Link to Pt. 1 Here

Here *aggressively punts this into the phandom* just take it, just friggin take it. 

“Bruce just walked into the foyer.”

“I know.”

“He’s getting into the elevator.”

“Cool.”

“Is there a reason you’re ignoring me?”

For the first time in at least three hours, Tim looked up from his laptop. It may have only been to send a rightfully deserved glare at the hovering Lucius Fox who had, for part of the last hour, been obsessively stalking the security cameras, but, it was enough to curb his train of thought entirely from the balance sheet he was trying to make sense of.

“Is there a reason you’re distracting me?” He snarked, shutting the laptop with a little more force than necessary and swivelling around to face the offender.

Lucius smirked playfully, and gestured to Tim’s now shut screen. “I was worried you were going to get square eyes. God help us you accidentally prove childhood scare tactics right.”

“Very funny. Maybe you should consider a career change.” Tim glowered at his fellow CEO, and jerked his head at the camera footage displayed behind the man. “He’s coming in for an impromptu inspection of the aerospace division, if you must know.”

True to his word after their discussion yesterday, Bruce had in fact turned up at Wayne Enterprises to conduct the invasive inspection. Honestly? Tim had been dreading it all morning.

The man’s brows furrowed. “Didn’t I just inspect–"

“You did.” Tim finished for him, spinning slightly in his revolving chair.

Lucius buffered. “At 9:30?”

Tim rolled his eyes and stood from his desk. “He originally said 10.”

Lucius frowned as he watched Bruce’s intimidating figure pop out of the elevator on their floor. “I do hope you’ve forewarned Mr Fenton.”

Tim shrugged (albeit a little guilty), because how was he supposed to explain that that was the opposite of what Bruce intended? This was a passive aggressive interrogation disguised as a business venture. Lucius wouldn’t approve, especially if he knew it was for personal interests.

His fellow CEO squinted with distrust, but didn’t follow up. So, he either knew that something fishy was going on and didn’t care to find out what for his own wellbeing, or, Tim was way more convincing than he thought. He was more inclined to believe the former. “Please don’t scare off the only nice aerospace employee we have. I happen to quite like Mr Fenton.”

Of course, he liked Mr Fenton. Who didn’t honestly? “No promises.” Tim chuckled darkly as he made his way to the door. He had barely reached for the handle when it was swung open by a force other than his own.

“Morning–" Bruce stopped his tracks, obviously not prepared for Tim being right in front of him, but he recovered quickly. Tim delighted in being able to catch The Batman off guard for once. “Oh. Tim. Well, I suppose we’ll be off then.”

“Morning to you too.” He grumbled sarcastically, stepping around his adopted father and into the hallway. “C’mon – work to do.”

---

The moment Bruce stepped out of the elevator and onto the aerospace floor, chaos erupted. 

Engineers who were originally sipping on warm coffee and chatting calmly with their co-workers erupted into a flustered mess of ‘Mr Wayne!’ ‘Good morning Sir!’ ‘Sorry about the mess’ ‘We weren’t expecting you today’ as they scuttled around cleaning up wayward blue prints and feigning productive work habits.

Bruce glanced at the young CEO at his side, taking note of the sour expression starting to slowly creep over his son's face. Tim had always carried a special type of hatred for the aerospace division. A hatred unlike that for the driver that splashes you on the sidewalk, but more akin to that for the barista who forgets to add sugar to your coffee, it was a peculiar grudge that was formed long before Daniel Fenton stepped in the limelight. Bruce had his theories, but he was inclined to believe it was mostly due to the employee’s - engineers were notoriously difficult to deal with, let alone manage. Respect was earned, not given.

“Mr Wayne, Sir?” He was drawn from his thoughts by a young intern, clipboard in hand, standing before him, (although clearly reluctantly if his quivering hands were any indication, could he hold the clipboard any tighter?). “M-my name is Ivan, is there anything I can do for you today?”

Bruce softened at the intern's nervous stutter, and pulled on a gentle smile. Clearly someone had put him up to this. “Hello Ivan. Thank you for greeting us. There is indeed something you can do for me.” He extended a hand, fighting not to cringe at the sweaty one that shook it.

Even so, he watched as Ivan visibly relaxed at the calm greeting, tension loosening slightly from his shoulders, and his hands easing from the clipboard. “You name it, I’ll have it done.” The boy said somewhat breathily, relief oozing from his words, although there was still apprehension in his eyes.

“Excellent. I’m actually looking for your new manager, Mr Fenton? Is he around?”

“Oh! You mean Danny?” And just like that, Ivan warped into an almost different person. He visibly brightened at the mention of his supervisor, and a newfound swagger seeped through his professional façade, almost like he’d finally been able to grasp some confidence. Bruce pursed his lips, wondering at the casual use of Mr Fenton's first name, how long had he been employed now? “He’s not in right now - normally doesn’t start till 10am on Wednesday’s. But he won’t be long.” Ivan stated, an easy smile overtaking his face. 

Bruce caught Tim’s knowing smirk at the mention of Mr Fenton’s start time, and he landed a heavy-handed pat to his son's back, ever the impression of fatherly praise. “Oh, I see. Tim and myself were just looking to have a chat. Would you perhaps be able to show us to his office?” Tim jolted forward at the force of the disguised blow, his winded cough covered by a clever throat clear 

“Yes.” Tim tried to muffle his wheeze, straightening his tie distractedly. “We’ll be happy to wait for him to arrive.” Bruce pretended to ignore the glare he caught in his peripheral.

Ivan grinned, motioning outwards with the clipboard to the narrow walkway between desks and gigantic computer systems. “Of course, please follow me.” 

Bruce exchanged a brief glance with Tim, watching his son roll his eyes slyly, before waving his hand dramatically, in an ‘after you’ motion. Not feeling the need to lean into the teasing from his second youngest, Bruce took a long, meaningful stride past his son, offering a mocking wink as he did and following Ivan’s brisk pace. 

They walked through the majority of the first sector, to where Bruce assumed the higher ranked engineer’s typically made their sanctuary (sound proofed and private offices galore), only they stopped just before that. He was surprised to find their brief tour halting at a small unassuming desk, directly in the central hustle of the aerospace sector. It was a semicircle, standing workspace that was without a doubt the furthest thing from tidy. Its surface was littered with blueprints, loose paper and an array of colourful markers (most in shades of green), to the point where things were actually scattered on the floor, and the computer of its far side was unlocked to a cluttered, neon green desktop. 

Bruce watched as Tim’s entire face scrunched in obvious disgust, and couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony. (Although his son’s workspace and documents were typically organised, the boy's bedroom left something to be desired.) “See what I mean?” Tim grumbled under his breath. 

Bruce hummed. “I’ll make my judgments face to face.” It was the truth, after all, he was well aware of the mistakes that came from judging a book only from its cover. He turned to Ivan, ignoring Tim’s disapproving grunt, “This is Mr Fenton's…Office?” He questioned wryly, trying to pry information from the young intern before he was to meet the man himself.

Ivan blushed slightly, and a hand went to rub at the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah…He calls it an office, but I suppose it’s more of a workspace, I guess. He means well.” He assured, before checking his watch. “Mr Fenton should be here any moment, sorry about the wait, he’s normally not this…” Ivan trailed off, distracted by a slight commotion at the entryway and a grin spread over the intern's pale lips. “Ah, right on time.”

Through the commotion Bruce caught a tall, lanky figure weaving through a crowd of energised engineers. 

“Morning D!

“Fenton, where've you been?” 

“D-dog, fancy seeing you here!”

A chorus of fond greetings filled the room, and Bruce was actually unsettled by the amount of excitement the arrival of one Mr Fenton could cause. (It was starkly different from his own.) He could actually tangibly feel the shift in atmosphere from the morning blues to energised productivity.

Bruce’s first deduction when Daniel Fenton split from the crowd was that he was a lot taller in person. Bruce had never been self-conscious about his height, in fact, he was proud to be comfortably on the taller side at roughly 6’2, but as Daniel made his way over, he was disturbed to find the young man easily had a few inches on him. 

However, despite that, he didn't appear the threatening corporate type (not that Bruce had expected him too). His dark button up and black dress pants were too casual to be intimidating, and although his height certainly gave him presence, his lankier stature took away from any authority it would have garnered - the kid (because he was young enough to be one) was practically just long bones, sharp edges and lean muscle (if any). 

It was a wonder how he managed to get anyone to listen to him. Let alone the aerospace engineers. 

“Heya Danny.” Ivan shuffled forwards to greet the young supervisor as he made his way over to them. 

Fenton didn't miss a beat, and turned all his attention to the intern. “Sup Iv’e. Good to see you buddy.” He stuck out a hand for a fist bump, which the intern eagerly returned. “How’d that Uni test go yesterday?” 

Ivan shrugged as Daniel threw his satchel onto the cluttered desk, squishing paper as he did. “Good actually, thanks for helping me out with the practice questions.” 

And in just those few sentences, Bruce could tell exactly why Daniel Fenton had the utmost respect of the aerospace division. No wonder they all spoke so highly of him, his interpersonal skills were brilliant.

“That’s awesome!” Mr Fenton praised, and patted him on the shoulder fondly, before turning to his desk and shuffling his documents. “And who are our guests?” 

“Thanks” Ivan said sheepishly, before his eyes darted back to meet Bruces, and he seemed to remember the reason why he was standing by his supervisor's desk. “Oh! Right. Danny, this is Mr. Bruce Wayne, and you’ve already met Mr. Timothy Drake, they’ve been waiting to have a chat with you.” 

Daniel turned then, and Bruce was surprised to find a pair of dark aviators peering over at them, completely obscuring the bright blue eyes he was expecting to see. “Ah, Mr Wayne, it's a pleasure, I was wondering when I’d be seeing you.” 

Bruce cleared his throat, and stuck out a hand to shake. “Please, call me Bruce, and the pleasure is all mine, Mr Fenton. Introductions were long overdue.” 

“Well in that case, call me Danny. Mr Fenton makes me sound old as hell.” Daniel-Danny said, that iconic impish troublemaker smile he’d witnessed in his photo making its way onto his face, revealing two rows of strangely sharp, white teeth. Maybe too sharp, surely that wasn’t normal? “So, what can I do you two gentlemen for? Nice to see you by the way Tim.” 

A forced smile scraped across Tim’s face, and Bruce fought the urge to laugh as Danny moved to shake his son’s hand next. Tim looked like he’d sucked on a lemon. “Nice to see you as well. Bruce was looking to do an inspection on the aerospace division, would you mind showing him around?” 

Danny’s grin didn't waver. “An inspection. Well let’s hope we’re up to scratch.” 

Bruce chuckled at the manager's sly humour. “Let’s hope so. Although…” He pointed a finger towards Danny’s aviators. “I do have to question if sunglasses inside are appropriate for the workplace, Mr Fenton.”

“Oh these?” Danny’s grin widened, but he made no move to remove the shades, clearly unperturbed by Bruce’s warning tone. “I’ve got an eye thing.”

“Is that so?” 

“Mm. Apparently some people find them unsettling. I’ll be happy to forward you a doctor's note.” He stated, flicking the frames fondly. 

Bruce narrowed his eyes, but did not pry. He supposed Daniel was a pilot, and he could admit, the aviators did suit him. “No, that won’t be necessary.” He planted a friendly smile back on his face. “So, that tour?”

“Of course!” Danny said happily, and Bruce could have sworn he saw something flash behind those shades. “Let’s go!” 

Bruce turned to find Tim already looking at him, a sleek brow raised in question. “Believe me now?” 

Bruce didn't respond. He didn't need to. Because yes, there was something very strange about Daniel Fenton and it wasn’t just his good looks.

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Wow, you made it down here, bonkers. In other words, this seemed to be a hit, so we’ll continue. Might turn it into a fic, we’ll see, I’ve got some other shenanigans up my sleeve.

Also I got no clue if those mentions worked or not, tags and I have a love hate relationship. So if you can see someone that ain’t tagged properly. Tag em. Thanks!

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[shallowseeker]

Beach Boys

Dean hates that this beach is public.

There’s too many noisy folks, and now a roaming wad of douchey bros (you know the type) is courting Sam for beach volleyball.

Sam looks dumbfounded, like he hasn’t noticed how tall he is, and how that might make him first pick for the intramural beach-losers’ draft.

But Sam, being Sam, quirks an easy grin and says “sure.”

Ugh.

Jack throws puppy eyes, and Sam asks if he can play, too. The dude-bros shrug, friendly in that oily, college-keg-totin’ kinda way.

“I’ll play,” Mary says, jumping up and giving Jack a gentle nudge. “Show you the basics.”

Well, Dean doesn’t wanna play.

It’s been Hell getting his overlapping towels just right so none of the friggin’ hot sand grates against his skin.

The group of college bros move off to the net a little ways down from them and plops their enormous Arctic Cooler keg (surprise, surprise) off to the side.

Rowena pulls her sunglasses down, peeks appreciatively at the mass of tan, muscly bods, and makes to move her entire setup closer, umbrella and all.

“You comin?” she trills.

When Dean shakes his head, she pulls off her oversized hat and plops it on top of his head.

“Suit yourself.”

///

Sam gets the hang of it pretty quickly, but then, he barely has to even jump to spike the ball.

Mary is good—quick on her feet and able to skitter through the thick, ankle-floppin’ sand like a human sand-crab.

Jack is—not good. He misses more than he passes, and his first serve doesn’t even go over the net. The college bros jeer, and Dean squeezes his empty beer can hard enough that it crunches.

He mentally names them: Smirky Opie for the tall redhead, Stifler for sunglasses guy, and A.C. Slater for the dark-haired one.

They’re all dicks.

Dean can tell.

“You can do it!” Mary keeps saying, and Sam just claps his hands like some kind of deranged rec-league coach.

When Jack digs his first spike, Dean whoops for joy. When Sam slams down a kill, Rowena whistles.

///

“They seem to be enjoying themselves.”

Dean hadn’t heard Cas come up.

“Yeah,” he says absent-mindedly. “You got the better stuff?”

Dean peeks up, and Cas’s face is shadowed by the glare of the sun. But he’s got two drinks in hand, one deliciously chocolate and frothy-looking.

“Oooh, gimme.”

Cas dutifully hands over the creamy glass of Bushwacker. Then, Dean watches Cas watch him gulp it down. Finding it difficult to keep his gaze, Dean tracks his eyes back to the game, where Mary misses a block at the net.

“Hold this,” Cas says, and a shorter, orange-colored glass gets shoved into Dean’s free hand.

Dean takes a whiff. Rum?

“Whatcha get?”

Cas’s lips twitch, “Jungle bird.”

Dean fails to hold back a smile. “Nice.”

“Rum, pineapple juice, and Campari, though I can pick out many more molecules than that.”

Cas stoops to snag his own towel, discarded and messy on Dean’s right side, then snaps it mid-air, sending tiny granules spraying too near to Dean’s nest of towels.

“Hey.”

“Sorry.”

Cas re-spreads his towel and settles down, no more than a foot of space between them. Dean glances over, finds him lying flat with both eyes closed.

Cas’s hand shoots out expectantly, and with a fond snicker, Dean sets the Jungle Bird in his open palm.

When Cas takes a small swig, his mouth bumps up against the slice of lime hooked onto the glass rim. His unoccupied hand rests against his stomach, looking extra tan against his plain white tee.

Dean kind of wishes he’d move it, maybe drop it strategically into the space between them.

Dean blurts out, “You don’t wanna play?”

Cas squints one eye open. He looks curiously to the volleyball net.

“Not particularly.” Then, “Those males seem somewhat mean-spirited.”

One of the dudes gets hang-time and crams a spike so hard into Sam’s face that Sam barely gets his wrists up to shank it.

Yeah.

“You have more towels than when I left.”

Dean rolls his eyes. So what if he’d hogged the towels? So what if it made more laundry that they'll have to do tonight?

“Sand’s itchy as fuck, man. You see that beach house five doors down? S’got a hot tub built into their deck.”

Cas’s eyes close again, languid and as close to relaxed as Dean’s ever seen him.

“Hot tub. Wouldn’t you find that oppressively hot in summertime?”

“Not at night! That’s the real time to enjoy the beach anyway.”

Cas stares at him for a long time. Dean can’t parse it.

“Yes,” says Cas.

Dean clears his throat and glances back to the game just in time to see redheaded-douchewad-Smirky Opie spike the ball into Jack’s dopey, smiling face.

Blood sprays from Jack’s nose, and Smirky Opie grins wider.

Dean’s blood pressure goes through the roof.

#when i can’t sleep #i say goodbye to summer #ficlets

[zukadiary]

Oshidori Utagassen / GRAND MIRAGE! ~ Flower 2023

Ft. one of my ticket cases :D

If seeing Tsukigumi was like stepping through a portal, seeing Hanagumi was like seeing Takarazuka for the first time. My last live Hanagumi was (checks notes) uhhh... Casanova. And with the exception of a Nice Work stream that I half paid attention to, Casanova is kinda also the last Hanagumi I saw, period. Oshidori had exactly one person in common with the visible cast of Casanova, and it was Rei. So here's my unbelievably fresh eyes take!

OSHIDORI SPOILERS:

No one is evil and no one dies!! 😭 This is a rakugo-inspired comedy based on an old movie that is readily available with English subs on YouTube, and I'd recommend watching it!

Oharu (Hoshikaze Madoka) is the daughter of Shimura Kyousai (Kazumi Shou), a rōnin turned umbrella maker. She is in love with another rōnin, Asai Reisaburou (Yuzuka Rei), who lives next door and teaches sword work to the local children, but he is being pursued by two of the town beauties, Otomi (Hoshizora Misaki) and Fujio (Mihane Ai). To make things even more difficult for Oharu, her father is obsessed with antiques, buying them even though he has little money and even when most of them eventually turn out to be fakes. A mistake puts him deeply in debt to the local lord, Minezawa Tanba-no-kami (Towaki Sea), and he is confronted with having to sell Oharu in order to pay it off. It turns out that Reisaburou, who prefers Oharu to the other two, is in possession of an extremely valuable antique; he was found with it in his basket when he was abandoned as an infant, and this means he's also the long lost oldest son of the Minezawa noble family. Everyone lives happily ever after!

Koyanagi-sensei is really the holy grail of Takarazuka in-house directors right now, in my humble opinion. This was such a good choice of adaptation, and her nihonmono comedy are always so fun and accessible. I was, frankly, jealous watching this; since I'm currently the least familiar with Hanagumi, I coveted it for my faves. But poor Rei has had quite a marred top star run (mostly due to COVID), and I'm glad she got a nearly complete run of such a fun show.

That said, Asai was unfortunately the least exciting character. This is definitely personal preference, but I don't really get fired up by the cool, quiet, aloof, handsome type in a lighthearted show, unless he's also the butt of jokes a la Daimon in Bakumatsu Taiyouden. I find Rei the most appealing in dynamic, dance-heavy performances, and Asai as a character was just too one-note for me.

OHARU, on the other hand...

Madoka will retire from Takarazuka, probably into a prolific stage career (if she wants it), and be remembered for/cast based on her high profile roles like Tess Ocean, Anastasia, and Elisabeth (shinko but still). If I were queen of the world I'd insist she be remembered for Oharu. Sometimes you watch so much Takarazuka you get the performance equivalent of nose blindness, and then out of nowhere, something like a Western guest director will jolt you awake and make you ask yourself, "What's different about this??" Madoka made an atypical acting choice! She did a weird voice! She was funny! She was adorable and charming! She stole the whole show, honestly.

Hitoko, my love. Last time I was in Japan, PRxPrince was in bow hall while On the 20th Century was in Shibuya, and I opted for OTTC, thus missing out on Hitoko entirely during that trip. That makes the last time I saw her live on stage friggin' Gaisenmon. That seems SO IMPROBABLE, but it's true. In that time, we went from MUCH too long-awaited first solo bow lead to ripe and ready for top stardom. Hitoko has a chameleon power that I think is pretty unique in Takarazuka; not only does she disappear into roles (positive), but also I truly think she could thrive in any troupe with little difficulty, and seem like she was there forever. As salty as I still am that she was stolen out from under me, she's the weft to Hanagumi's warp. Tanba-no-Kami was so fun and silly. I love finding out which new and different Hitoko I'm going to get each time, and I hope there are many many more variations to come (can't wait for Gekijou).

Other highlights:

VERY juicy (albeit old man) taidan role for Kazumi Shou. Dad is a big supporting character and she has a lot of stage time.

Shimon's presence is healing

Last time I saw Hanagumi, Mihane Ai was an unnamed ken-2 and Hoshizora Misaki was an unsorted rockette in Ocean's 11. It was funny to see the two apparent contenders for next top musumeyaku competing with the current top musumeyaku for the top star's heart. Since Hoshizora snagged the tour lead it sure seems like she's the front runner, but I have to say I personally preferred Mihane!

GRAND MIRAGE SPOILERS

The curtain went up on those pastel dresses and oversized bonnets and I just giggled to myself. It was Okada-sensei alright! Especially after the fresh delight that was Kaleidoscope, it was disappointing to go back to yet another pandemic-era revue that left me struggling to remember what any of the scenes were. It was classic, and if you're both into that style and a Hanagumi fan I'm sure there were memorable moments. To me it felt like Citrus Breeze if you sucked all the nostalgia out of it.

#takarazuka #reviews #oshidori utagassen #tadaima 23

[polarisbibliotheque]

80, Dante if you're still accepting these!!

Thanks for sending this request, dear!! It ended up as such a heartwarming one, I hope you enjoy it 🖤🖤

Spotify Wrapped Special: 80, Dante - Africa, by Toto

Pairing: Dante x Reader

Summary: Dante was late for Kyrie's birthday party, making Nero very disappointed at him. Luckily, you knew very well how to summon the Crimson Slayer.

Author's notes: Seriously. Dante is the KING of grand entrances. He needed one, with Faust and fireworks and everything. Also, Nero and Vergil took over for a while on this one "^^

About the Song: Africa is a song by TOTO, with catchy keyboards and a such a good vibes feeling, no one can remain silent when it's on. Super 80's, great song. It got even more famous as a meme from Jon Pumper when you can't get Toto out of your head. Click the link, it's worth it ;)

80, Dante - Africa, by Toto

“Can’t believe this. Even Vergil is here and that ol’ excuse of an uncle is workin’?!”

To say Nero was fuming was an understatement – not that he was all sweets and roses around Vergil, but at least he didn’t berate his father so openly in front of him like that. Only when he was mad.

And Vergil just started at his son with frozen eyes. No one really knew how to read him, but after all the time living with the twins, you got used to that look.

It was the look of a thousand different thoughts going around Vergil’s mind at the same moment – you could almost see Urizen, V, Griffon, Nightmare and Shadow all fighting amidst a thundering storm and Vergil just there, holding the Yamato, completely clueless and having no idea what to do.

That was a good description of what was going inside his head at the moment.

“Hey, kid. Take it easy on Dante. The man has no idea how to deal with… This.”

Vergil stared back at you, still wearing the same expression, and you could almost hear him asking if he seemed to know how to deal with that as well. You held back a laugh.

“C’mon, it’s just a friggin’ birthday! What’s so difficult about it?!” Nero opened his arms, completely ignoring one of the kids of the orphanage running after another with their faces dirty from sweets and Nico running after them right after, screaming for them to give the bowl of candy back.

You just gave the young Sparda grandkid a knowing look.

Nero sighed, resting one of his hands on his hip and using the other to massage his neck. It wasn’t going to work to calm him down, but at least it was something.

“I know, I know… But it’s Kyrie’s party. The kids really wanted to do somethin’ for her and she’s definitely gonna expect the whole crew to show up… The whole family, ya know?”

A little far away, Kyrie was singing some Britney Spears on the karaoke alongside Trish and Lady. The trio was having so much fun you couldn’t help but smile. Lady didn’t let herself have that much fun often and Trish… Well, she wasn’t really used to it. She was created to kill, after all. It was good watching everyone having fun and Kyrie leading the vocals while the kids danced, applauded and just set everything in utter chaos around them.

It really seemed like a family gathering.

“Hmmm. That is exactly what we don’t know how to deal with.” Vergil pointed out coldly, remaining with his arms crossed, casually sipping his iced tea Kyrie prepared specially for him. To say she had conquered the Dark Slayer’s heart wasn’t enough. “Family. Ours… Burned before we could learn anything else.”

Nero furrowed his eyebrows, carrying a hint of sadness in his aquamarine eyes. He rarely thought how all that grand legend of the children of Sparda had actually affected Dante and Vergil… He never thought his own father would know nothing of family, even more than Nero. He had always thought he was an unwanted child, not the child of a man who had lost so much and never knew he existed.

“Hmmm… I can think of a way to summon him. But you gotta help me, kiddo.” You looked back at Nero with fun in your eyes, making both Sparda’s kin watch you suspiciously.

“Well, ok…? What is it?” Of course, Nero was careful when the word ‘summon’ floated around, but there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to make Kyrie happy.

“Actually…” You mumbled while typing something on your cellphone. “I’ll also need you to help me, Verge.”

Vergil just raised one of his eyebrows, but in that department, he and Nero were very similar – there was nothing he wouldn’t do to make his son content.

As you finished typing, you kept your cellphone in your pocket, immediately feeling it vibrate with an incoming message after only a few seconds. You opened a huge smile, staring back at them.

“Can I count on you? Unconditionally?”

“Yeah.” Nero’s answer was deadpan; he didn’t even need time to think.

“Yes.” Vergil nodded slightly, ready to keep his word.

“Then follow me.”

They were ready to make a blood offering from the kinship of Sparda to summon Dante’s heart and make him fly over or just materialize in a pool of blood in the back of the party. Vergil held the Yamato with certainty, Nero held his head high.

Until you stopped by the karaoke and asked the girls for a song.

“Nero and  Vergil are singing with me.”

“WHAT?!” Of course, Nico and Patty suddenly appeared, holding the rogue kids and bowls of candies, eating the sweets themselves and scolding the kids for trying to steal it.

Vergil and Nero had only shock in their eyes as you handed them the microphones.

“You guys said you’d help unconditionally.” You had to remind them as they hesitated.

“Now that is something I would pay to see.” Trish had a devilish smile painted on her rosy lips, causing a laugh on Lady.

“Oh, the kids love when you sing, Nero…!” Kyrie had dreamy eyes and there was nothing the young Sparda could do against that.

Of course, the kids loved when he singed because he was a complete clown alongside Nico every time they had a karaoke party. But that seemed to make Kyrie happy.

“Yeah, I promised I’d do it. C’mon.” Nero grabbed the mic, making his father resign to their fate.

“I hope you know what you are doing…” Vergil muttered between his teeth as you started singing the first lines of the song.

Nero soon joined you, knowing it all by heart. After some notes, he was already feeling the music and, to be honest, it wasn’t much of a chore having to sing Africa with you. He couldn’t understand how that would help to make Dante materialize in the party, but even if you were just doing that for them to have fun, he wouldn’t complain – at least, he was having fun.

Vergil, in the other hand, took some time to ease into the song. It had been some time he didn’t listen to it, but he knew why you had chosen it… Dante seemed to adore that tune. His twin would sing that riff over and over at the Devil May Cry – almost driving Vergil crazy a couple of times. But, after so many years in Hell just hearing screams of pain and torture alongside laughs of pure sadistic pleasure, he could get used to his brother’s voice singing a beautiful song.

And when said riff came up, Vergil took the mic to his lips and sang alongside you.

Nero widened his eyes, smiling with surprise upon hearing his father’s voice singing. It was actually the first time the crew heard Vergil sing – and he wasn’t half bad, just like Dante; even if both would argue otherwise.

You and Nero danced around with the musical break, making Vergil giggle a bit with your antics.

“The wild dogs cry out in the night, as they grow restless longing for some solitary company…” And he didn’t even notice how you both let him sing alone for a while, noting how dark and beautiful Vergil’s voice was when he wanted to. Nero couldn’t stop his mind from thinking how it would have sounded if his father had sung him to sleep when he was just a kid.

“I know that I must do what’s right!” Soon, Nero joined Vergil and both were singing while looking at each other, barely noticing you allowed them to sing without you for a moment as well. That was a rare moment, but it was an opportunity you couldn’t let them lose. “As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti! I seek to cure what’s deep inside, frightened of this thing that I’ve become…”

Vergil stopped singing for a while as you joined the riff once more, dueting with Nero in an arrangement of different tones of voices. The Dark Slayer could finally see why his twin loved that song so much – some lyrics felt like watching his own reflection in the running waters of a quiet river.

As the solo hit, Nero took the task of playing his famous air guitar, making the kids scream around as if he was a rockstar. With you on air keyboards, Vergil stared you both for a while before starting, almost unmoving, to play his own air drums.

“Yeah! That’s how you do it, ol’ man!” Nero laughed while playing as if he had a real guitar in his hands. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at how much Vergil seemed to blush, get weird, freeze and continue air playing – all at the same time.

Taking a deep breath, you took your mic back to your lips. It was the moment of truth. Dante wouldn’t fail you – you had unweavering faith in your Crimson Slayer.

“Hurry boy, she’s waiting there for you!”

You could swear your voice could be heard in Heaven and Hell alike. With the stomps of the drums, though, the entrance door opened abruptly: Dante entered in strides, wearing Faust, having a ton of firework-like things exploding all around him in the shape of hearts. So many hearts.

Needless to say, all the attention turned to the Crimson Slayer, as he pointed back at you.

“It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you!” He sang with all the might of his demonic and human lungs.

Chaos ensued. The kids went crazy with the fireworks. Nico and Nero broke down laughing. Lady and Trish rolled their eyes – even if they had fun smiles on their lips. Kyrie’s heart seemed to bloom inside her chest. Patty was torn between complaining how cheesy Dante was and clapping – she ended up clapping while complaining and laughing at his antics. Vergil, once again, had that look of “every part of my personality is fighting inside me with thousands of thoughts and reactions, so my reaction is exactly none” – although he was happy to see his brother, as always when Dante arrived.

“There’s nothin’ that a hundred man or more could ever do!” Strutting as if he was in a catwalk, Dante approached you, with his convinced smile plastered on his lips.

“I bless the rains down in Africa!” As you sang together, he finally approached and spun you around, putting you on the ground only to grab his brother and nephew to keep on singing on the karaoke.

It was all lost, though. As Dante arrived, the party seemed to have finally begun – even if it already was fun. Vergil gave in and continued singing calmly next to his brother – who sang as if he was auditioning for The Voice.

“Gonna take some time to do the things we never had!” As the last line arrived, Dante embraced all of you to sing together in a hug – and even if Vergil seemed unwilling and Nero was a little uncomfortable at first, you all sang happily, with all your hearts… As a family would.

“Hey there, lil’ angel! Sorry it took me some time, got caught up on a job.” Dante finally addressed Kyrie as the song ended. She just clapped and cheered. “Happy birthday, Kyrie.”

“Oh, Dante! You didn’t have to…!” It was the first thing she said as he took an embellished hairpin out of his pocket and handed it to her. It was delicate and truly fit for an angel – you were all impressed he hadn’t broke it on the way there.

“It’s just a lil’ somethin’, couldn’t let your birthday go blank, could I?” He winked at her, already holding your hand so you could talk. “And kid, sorry I couldn’t make it earlier.”

“Hey, you’re here, right? That’s what matters!” Nero smiled back at his uncle, stepping by Kyrie to help her put the hairpin on.

As you approached the table with the apple punch Kyrie prepared earlier, Dante took you in your arms, kissing your forehead as you giggled.

“Ya know, that ‘Nero and Verge are singing Toto on the karaoke with me, be here soon or you’re gonna miss the party of a lifetime, cowboy’ message you sent me earlier was very effective, babe.” Dante had fun in his voice, giggling alongside you as his sky-blue eyes searched yours and you were safe and sound in his arms. You could hear Kyrie and Nico singing in the distance.

“Oh, I had to do something to bring you here. With the entrance of a lifetime too!” With that, he laughed out loud, one of your hands pointing towards Faust. “Guess some devil arms are useful for lots of things.”

“Huh, how do you think I got here? Cavaliere had a lot of work too!” With that, he winked at you, leaving another kiss on your forehead. “I’m glad you sent me the message, babe. I wouldn’t want to miss this for anything.”

“Hmmm, by the way, did you get paid this time…?”

“Yeah.” Dante shrugged, moving you alongside him, starting to dance unconsciously. “The lady wanted to give me money for my troubles, but I said the fancy hairpin she was wearin’ would do. Couldn’t let Kyrie go without a birthday gift, right?”

A bright smile colored your lips as your heart bloomed in gold. You didn’t know what you expected, really. If you didn’t know him better, you’d say he took the job because he forgot his family obligations, for not being used to it – but you were talking about Dante. You had no doubt he took it only to buy something nice to Kyrie; trading his money for something he was positive she would like.

“You’re wonderful, did you know that, cowboy?” You took Faust off his head, leaning in for a kiss. “A true heart of gold.”

Dante embraced you as you kissed him. It was going to take some time to do the things he never had the opportunity to do – but luckily, time was something Dante would always have for his family.

#devil may cry #dmc #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc fanfiction #devil may cry imagine #dmc imagine #dante sparda #dante x reader #dante x you #africa #toto #spotify wrapped special #je ne regrete rien #I needed a bonding moment for Nero and Vergil #also we all know Dante would be the grand entrance diva #not only him but Vergil too #the difference would be the vibes #Vergil is Phantom of the Opera grand entrance #Dante is 80's rockstar Kiss pyrotechnics grand entrance #the diva twins <3 #and yes I wrote this after being thorougly disappointed yesterday when I realized the one I was going to post was already posted

[plainemmanem]

s…sucking on kurt’s balls.. just giving him a nice gentle ball job while he’s losing his mind above you … bc he genuinely never even considered such a concept … just constant moans and whines, gripping his hair harshly in his hand and gritting his teeth… cumming in thick long spurts, using a hand at the back of your neck to keep ur lips and tongue pressed against him til he’s finished …. [scurries away]

y-yeah🙂 ur right🙂

you rushed him into his bedroom bc no one was home. and for some reason you… desperately need him? all of a sudden? so you tug him into the room and you spin around so you’re between him and the door, and he’s all “ermmm what’s up with you haha” and you’re like “kurt im gonna be honest with you, i really need to suck you off right here” and he’s like “um . uh. well i mean, not gonna turn down that request😀” and you’re getting down on your knees, still sandwiched between him and the door, and you’re tugging off his belt and pulling down his jeans and boxers in one go, and he’s already getting a little hard at the sight of you down on your knees for him aw<3 and you grab him in your hand and just give a few teasing strokes, just to get him going, and he’s instantly whimpering and groaning and looking down at you all needy like “god, you’re so friggin hot” and you do a tiny little lick up the underside of his shaft, and the noise that comes from his throat: all strangled and desperate and pathetic and it only spurs you on further. so now you have one hand wrapped around the base and your lips suction cupped around his tip, your tongue teasing at his slit as he moans above you and tells you how good it feels, how wet and warm and soft you are.

and then you’re reaching your other hand a bit lower, down to his balls, and you’re just testing a theory at first, trying to grab them both in one hand and giving them a curious little squeeze, and he’s doubling over, leaning against the door behind you, forearms holding him up and hands running through his hair as his forehead thuds against the door and his eyes squeeze shut, a little whimper rips through his throat. and now you’ve got him. you grab one ball and roll it teasingly in your fingers and he’s practically crying at how sensitive he is, at this feeling he’s never even thought was possible . and he’s blubbering and whining like “oh oh oh god wh- oh shit what’re you doing—” as you grab the other one and he cuts off with another needy whimper. and now you’re popping off of the poor, red tip of his cock, and kissing a line down the underside of his shaft to his balls<3 your tongue taking a tentative lick at the skin there, and he swears he’s never felt anything better in his life. he’s leaning his whole body forward now, his hips pushing you back into the door behind you as he tries to grind into your mouth. he’s groaning out pathetic little “ugh hngh hnghhhh’s” in the back of his throat and his jaw is so so clenched and his hands are practically tearing out his hair, but he needs more. needs your mouth on him. now…. but you still wanna play with him. just a little. so you let go of his cock completely and grab his two, huge thighs at the sides of your head, and then slowly, so slowly, lean down to take one ball into your mouth, and he just absolutely loses it. his hips are pressing you flush against the door now, completely smothering you, no room to move, and he’s letting out a pathetic, needy “please— oh god please” against his arms and he sounds so so pretty begging, so you give him what he wants.

your one hand comes up to grip at his shaft and jerk him off just a bit as the other hand focuses on the tip, and your mouth just works on moving between one ball to the other. it’s a bit difficult, but it’s worth it to hear kurt’s desperate little pleas above you. he doesn’t even know what he’s saying. something about “oh god please” and “shit don’t stop” and “gonna cum so so hard” and you just chuckle a little at how needy he is, even when you’re the one on your knees in front of him. and the little vibrations against his sack from your laughing is what does him in. now his fists are pressing against the door and he can’t shut up (just spewing out “thank you” and “feels so good” and “s’too much” over and over) his eyes are squeezed shut so hard his head hurts, and he’s cumming loads. like, rope after rope of cum, so so messy so so thick. in your hair and against the door and on your face and all over your hands. you’re all sticky, but you’re not letting up, sucking at him even harder and rubbing at his tip even faster to drag out his orgasm as long as possible:)

when he finally calms down and opens his eyes, his vision is blacking out a bit and his legs won’t stop shaking, but when he looks down at you and sees the mess all over your face, he swears he could cum again if you forced him<3

#he’s just along for the ride really. #he just takes whatever you’re willing to give him

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Damage Control: 1x01 Pilot

Jessica is dead, and although Sam acts tough, Dean knows that his little brother is still in shock when they roll up to a motel for the night. He books them a room, dumps the take-out food and sixpack he’s bought on the table and sits Sam down on one of the two beds. 

“Alright,” he announces. “Let me have a look at you.”

Sam, who’s been stiff-jawed and quietly on edge during the ride, immediately looks angry.

“What, why? I’m fine, Dean!” He moves to get back up, but Dean holds him down by his shoulders. 

“You’ve almost had your heart ripped out of your chest by a friggin’ ghost today, and you’ve crashed a car - my car - into a house. And your girlfriend died. I just want to make sure you’re okay - at least physically.” 

“I am okay,” Sam protests, slapping Dean’s hands away. His eyes gleam.

“Yeah, right,” Dean says cynically. “‘Course you are. But you might be walking around with broken ribs and not even notice, wired-up as you are. Just lemme have a look! You’ve also had a drawer slam into you, if I recall correctly.”

Sam glowers. “That wasn’t just me. Thing pinned you as well.”

“Yeah, and I’m feeling bruised as shit, so stop being stubborn and let me check you out!”

What Dean says is true. He feels sore from his hips down, and during a pit stop he’d checked himself out in the gas station’s bathroom. His legs are mottled with bruises, and his right knee has stiffened up a bit, but nothing’s torn or broken.

“Come on, Sammy,” he complains, annoyed and worried. “Don’t make this difficult! You know how it goes. Hunter’s rule: Take care of your injuries, or you can’t hunt. And you want to hunt this thing, right?”

Sam huffs and rolls his eyes. But, after a last irritated look at Dean, he peels out of his jacket and lifts his shirt. 

“See? It’s nothing.”

“You let me be the judge of that.”

Frowning, Dean inspects the five small puncture wounds on Sam’s chest where the Woman in White dug in her nails. Sam’s right: they’re harmless, superficial and already scabbing over, with minor bruising around them. Sam doesn’t even flinch when Dean palpates the wounds and runs his fingertips along Sam’s ribs. No indentations, nothing out of place.

“You got lucky.”

“Told you so.”

Nevertheless, Dean fetches a washcloth from the bathroom, douses it with whiskey from the bottle in his duffel bag and insists on disinfecting the wounds. He knows he’s motherhenning. And that he’s compensating. He couldn’t save Jessica, couldn’t protect his little brother from that devastating loss. He couldn’t shield Sam from harm. But this, he can do. 

“Your legs?” he asks when finished.

Another eye roll. “Bruised but fine.”

“You sure?”

Sam grabs his tattered shirt and gets up.

“Yes, I’m sure! Same as yours, I guess. Come on, what do you want me to do? Take off my pants and turn this into a strip show?”

Dean wants to bristle, but he holds himself in check. He knows that underneath all of Sam’s defensiveness grief is waiting to push to the surface, and that his little brother is keeping a lid on it as best as he can. That he’ll break at some point, without Dean provoking it. 

“God, no,” he chooses to say. “‘S far as I know, you haven’t changed your underwear in days. I don’t have a death wish.”

Sam flings his shirt at Dean. “Jerk.” 

“Bitch.”

Somehow, that familiar exchange erases the tension between them. Sam huffs, but Dean sees the hint of a smile accompany his exasperation. 

“Seriously, I’m alright,” Sam adds while he walks to the bathroom. “Couple bruises, nothing dramatic. Promise.”

“Alright, champ.” Dean concedes. “Your call. But don’t come complaining to me tomorrow morning when I’ve got to haul your sorry ass out of bed because you can’t move!”

Sam points a finger at him. “Speak for yourself, old man.”

“Hey!” Dean slaps at Sam’s hand, acting more appalled than he is. They will both feel sore and older than their twenty-something years in the morning. 

“Ow!” Sam shakes out his hand.

It’s all mock fighting now, and they both fall into it with a sense of comfort. Dean is content. Sam will yet have to face the aftermath of his loss and Dean will have to watch him suffer through it, but he will be there for Sammy, every step of the way. And tonight, he’s done what little he could do to make it a little easier.

A/N: I'm attempting a missing scene/coda ficlets series of all the times Sam or Dean (and, later, Castiel) got hurt on the show and we never saw them dealing with the aftermath. I think it might be a good opportunity to follow our boys' character development throughout the show. And, of course, there's a lot of h/c involved, sprinkled with a variety of other tags. This is part one.

If there's any particular scene you want me to cover/add to, send me an ask!

Find the whole series on AO3 here:

#spn #supernatural #fanfic #fan fiction #the damage control series #1x01 #pilot #dean winchester #sam winchester #h/c #hurt/comfort #grief cw #mild injury cw #jensen ackles #jared padalecki

[yazzydream]

part 3 of parts i'm excited for in shibuya arc! I swear i didn't expect this to go so long, but as i kept going over shibuya i realized there were SO MANY things i'm looking forward to seeing animated!

manga SPOILERS ahead, obviously.

(pt. 1 here | pt. 2 here)

YEA LET'S START THIS POST OFF WITH TOTAL DEVESTATION.

nanami's wretched state. mahito's reveal in the purikura booth. the welling dread. it's suspense. it's film. it's drama.

ah ah ah ah

i'm going to cry so much. i'm a crybaby. i will be crying so. much.

YEAAAAH THAT'S MY BABY GURL!! ACCOMPLICES PART DUEX!!! I absolutely ADORE that nobara is mahito's natural enemy. that friggin rocks!!! my favorite duo working together remotely is such a badass idea really highlighting how in sync they are with each other. (interesting contrast to how megumi found it difficult to work with yuji in the fight against the mustache guy earlier.)

bby nobara flashback from fumi's pov. 😭 she was such a precocious child and fumi's perspective of nobara was so interesting.

*sob sob sob sob* i love this scene so much. how it goes from surprisingly gentle to shockingly graphic.

👁️ akutami really loving that dismemberment and eye horror huh.

this whole daily life sequence is actually funny on its own. 😂 i laugh every time. AND THEN IT CUTS TO--

fuck me up, gege.

sorry, minor tangent. but basically, what i'm getting from rereading this, is that yuji's whole, 'giving people a proper death' is all bullshit. you die, you die. looking for logic or reason in a sorcerer's death-- deaths being "proper"-- is pointless. todo's right. mahito brought it up too, that yuji's motivations were childish. a kind of... typical shonen hero motivation that sounds half-hearted at best. you'll notice, from this point on, yuji never brings up giving people a "proper death" again. at least, i haven't noticed him doing so.

anyway, back to cool shit i wanna see in the anime.

aaaand there it is. yuuji's realization which leads directly to... i know i've said this over and over again, but this sequence is one of my all-time favorites in jjk. or... any manga actually. it's just so fucking cinematic. i can SEE it in motion and now it will be! please please pull this off, mappa. 🤞 i need this to be poetry in motion.

need to close this post off with something. so, here's psuedo-geto, an honestly compelling villain, bouncing with the prison realm. the heroes failed and didn't release or even retrieve gojo. scarred, mutilated, or dead. and we're left on the precipice of a world changing event while the big bad strolls away.

nice.

what a fucking way for the season to end? unless they go post-shibuya arc, but i honestly think the season ending on this fucked up cliffhanger would be fantastic. lol

#jjk season 2 #jujutsu kaisen #my jjk #jjk manga #jjk spoilers #let's try to be more bloggy shall we

[tiktaalic]

Please talk more about Dean and Alicent.

Dean and alicent are like doing mathematical proofs to me it’s like. I know intuitively that they’re triangles with my eyes what do you mean I have to explain it. Not to say I don’t want to talk about it bc I do just that verbalizing is difficult bc of how smooth the overlap is. Ummmmm. They both get boiled pretty spectacularly. Otto showing up with the book page is the same as cas dropping the blade at I need you. Things I could say.

Really weird about their siblingkids due to being a child themselves when the siblingkids were born. A lot of their conflicts arise out of (well founded) jealousy because they see people around them who ostensibly aren’t that different living lives completely out of reach to them due to their complexes. Keep thinking about “he took you to a friggin baseball game?” In context of alicent seeing Viserys do literally anything with rhaenyra.

I think. Dean and John not a direct 1:1 with alicent and Otto. Because alicent Otto is about manipulating your tool (daughter) by dangling love and shame at her. Which is a part of dean and John but there’s another large aspect to Dean and John which is. The abject neglect. And neglect plays a much bigger part in alicent’s marriage than it does with alicent’s dad.

One of the divergences is in how The Love Thing manifests for them. Dean is stupid scared of abandonment because he has a list in his head of people he loved who then left him. Alicent wants to be loved very badly but there’s not an abandonment component to it just a no one in her entire life loves her. Component. The other divergence I can think of is that you can see alicent start to grow to hold contempt for her father and her husband and expressing that. While dean doesn’t ever really fully verbalize that he resents his dad until after he’s already dead.

Other than that it’s broad strokes character type samesies. Self policing horrifically jealous of people who don’t self police but it doesn’t occur to them that they can just not do that. Self police themselves into a caricature of themselves which negatively impacts their relationships with everyone around them. Life isn’t fair and I’m going to reenact cycles of behavior about it. You don’t wish to escape but to put a window within your prison

#ask #anonymous #spnwatch #hotd

[askcharaandfriends]

By my eye ball calculations Chara would be just above two and a half feet tall if the doors in the house are a little close to 6 feet and 8 inches. Conversely the doors would be really friggin tall if Chara was any higher than 2’7”. Of course the latter is probably true.

Considering how tall Asgore is (with the horns) the door has to be pretty tall. That said, I think afac frisk was something like "half sans height " and sans is like...? 5 something? Sooo.... the estimate isn't bad. Except... that's really, really smoll! I can only say it's probably just cartoon, chibish stylization on Trash Queen's part. We must suspend disbelief a little on this.

To be honest, I find it difficult to consistently draw them that small. So, in my head, my Chara is a little bit taller than AFAC Frisk. They're at least 3ft something. Still very smoll.

#ooc asks #chara #size #smoll #afac vs acaf

[danpuff-ao3]

I'm behind a bit on my socials, so still for the writer's emoji ask:

😬🎉🍷

Lizzy! Hehe, thanks for the asks! 🥳

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

Um...all of them 🤣 But as for what would be the worst? Probably one of my currently anon fics for a controversial fest 👀 For being super problematic. As for things with my name attached...hmmm. In My Veins (In My Blood) for the dead dove-ry. But bonus points if they found my AO3 profile and some of the first fics they saw were The Perfect Shade of Purple and Gray Eyes (Tell No Lies). The shock and horror of the underage kinkiness. Only to then discover "oh no, it gets worse." 🤭

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

Hmm! I'm not gonna lie, good stats help. 🤭 More than that, I think seeing it talked about out in the wild, or people mentioning it to me when they talk to me. When they get recced! Like "wow people liked this enough to remember it and talk about it!" That always blows me away.

More than that, I think my own feelings come into play, too. Last I checked, my Top 5 fics by hits and kudos are all part of my Yes, Daddy series 😂 Some of those fics rank high in other areas of my stats page, too, iirc. And while I'm fond of it, and it gives me a giggle that my friggin' daddy kink series of all things tops my stats charts...they were just written for funsies. Which is great! We all need those stories, I think. But there are works that took more effort, that hold more of my heart, that I'm more proud of. I put more of my heart into my friggin' plant porn fic than the daddy kink fics. But Romantic Notions is understandably niche. 😅

For that, I very happily consider Contempt and Collateral Damage to be my biggest "success" stories. And that feels really dang good actually. One is the culmination of nearly two decades of Snarry love. The other contains all of my Dron feels. Both written for ship-specific fests. Both performed so much better (stats-wise) than I had hoped! Both people have talked to me about outside of AO3. Both have featured on rec lists! I put so much time and effort into writing them. I had actual meltdowns writing them both, so difficult yet meaningful they were to me. I'm so incredibly proud of the end product of both. I literally could not be more thrilled.

Bonus points: Contempt also has a podfic???? By @mrviran who is amazing. And art???? Also by @mrviran AND @inarticulateimbecile???? Incredible. I am blessed. 🥺 I have every feeling on planet earth. 🫶 And it truly touches me so much that people love those stories so much, because I love them so much!!!!

So...TL;DR: must be beloved by me and at least a handful of other people 😂

🍷 Do you drink and write?

Hmm. Well I do like to stay hydrated in general. But since there's a wineglass I'm going to guess we're not talking water or coffee. 🤭 I don't drink-drink in general, so no! The most fun it gets is when I pull out the Vitamin Water! 😂

Fanfic writer emoji ask

Answered: 🛒, 😬🎉🍷

#asked & answered #ask game

[platoniccereal]

i love you allaros trying to get bull to the understanding that it's totally fine to share his worries and problems with him, spelling clearly, “nobles are my problem, templars and mages are, and everybody's problems are my problems even though i didn't ask for it. and this? you surely will make me worry, too. but this i choose to worry about,” because this is a way to spend his energy, indeed, but at least it's for someone he cares about.

i love you bull finding out how to communicate with allaros who is just a rabid animal, i love you the ben-hassrath training used with love and care to treat not everything, but at least something love and care can fix.

i love you parallels between these two and i love you recognition of yourself in the other.

i love you bull choosing to trust a man who can explode or break something in a flash, and i love you allaros trusting a man who can snap him without noticing. i love you them finding ways to not hurt each other accidentally and bull suggesting allaros possible ways to keep bull safe so allaros won't worry, and thus unexpectedly caring for himself. and i love you him knowing all these options because he had to do the same for others.

i love you allaros offering bull to take off his eye patch and then staring with absolute love and saying that it merely reminds him of two things, that bull has a heart of gold and that he looks incredibly badass. i love you bull laughing loudly.

i love you allaros stumbling his way through communication and being afraid of a hundred of things and ruining everything, but choosing to openly communicate like a mature person when his desire is to bottle up. i love you allaros knowing that no matter what relationships he has with no matter who, it would be a difficult path for him, but still choosing to build them with a person he loves deeply. i love you there would be stress but it doesn't mean it isn't worth it and it should be ended. i love you relationships of mature people.

i love you them being openly loving and soft for each other, verbally and physically.

i love you allaros saying that he's at peace with his journey ending in the winter palace because it was a promised end as a reward for his work for people and his people, and i love you this all being not about found love fixing everything and i love you bull understanding that and still being unsettled by that.

i love you everybody panicking after the crew brought the inquisitor back to the winter palace without the arm and them immediately going to the chargers and stitches. i love you allaros not bothering about the lost arm and it hurting and him saying that he's been through so much worse. i love you allaros never being afraid of anything because of that and bull openly hyping him up for this.

i love you conversations after the trespasser where they discuss how they can make up for the lost sleeve of tattoos because it was “a friggin sick sleeve, kadan” and solas owes lavellan for that. i love you allaros bragging about his magic being even more precise than any hands and bull nodding because his kadan is badass like that.

i love you allaros seeing what devastation his decision to sacrifice a dreadnaught brought and still sticking with his decision, i love you allaros being angry at bull's superiors for abusing his selfless loyalty.

i love you deeply caring for each other no matter what i love you allaros and bull.

#i love you rumbling about them #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #iron bull #iron bull x inquisitor #inquisitor lavellan #oc: allaros lavellan #my post

[cyclonesyndicate]

I Can't Be Saved || Ch3 Body Drop

Tony sits on one of the chunks of concrete, perched above Mamsell Dufter’s body.

“You bozos really took your friggin’ time! I thought I was gonna get ta spill your tea! Almost wish you’d let me. That would’a been real fun.”

He looks away from you, over the destroyed lab. Half of it is an inaccessible disaster, a solid wall of rubble.

“Don’t think I’m ungrateful! I love a dead body. And two? It’s like friggin’ Christmas!”

Wait, did he say two?

Where’s the other? Who else is missing? You only see Mamsell Dufter-

It’s difficult to spot at first, among the rubble littering the room, but eventually your eye is drawn to the ground at the edge of the mess. A single hand extends outwards, like it would be reaching for you were it not so limp. There’s a moment of confusion, perhaps, as your mind tries to place who else is missing and whose hand it could be, but the color of the nails is enough to realize–

Well, he always had been good at entering a room without anyone noticing.

It’s not what you would call a fitting death, for someone like Fantasia. For a man who loved the spotlight, who loved showing off, who loved every part of the world and most importantly all the people in it. One would imagine someone like that might go out in a theatrical, dramatic blaze of glory, a smile on his face to the last. Instead, all there is is his hand, sticking out from a pile of rocks. He could be smiling, or could have died in horrible pain. You can’t see enough to tell. Maybe that mystery suits him, at least. But really, you can’t describe this as a fitting end for him– instead, it just seems quite ironic.

#ch 3

[pointreyesjournal]

Sound Advice From The Good Doctor : ep106

The vomit colored walls of the doctor’s office set the mood for “the moment I’ve not been waiting for.”

The door opens and Anastasia lays her eyes on me for the first time since I left her standing in my living room. She quickly shuts the door behind her. She immediately begins fawning over me.

Anastasia: Oh no babeeee, what happened to you?? You poor thing. Oh pumpkin, you’re all banged up.

I’m sour and not in the mood to deal with her manipulative bullshit, so I brush her back with my casted hand.

Me: What do you care?

Anastasia gets a little sourpuss look on her face (it's the McKayla Maroney face).

Anastasia: I care.

Me: Nurse, If you cared about me, you wouldn’t have ripped the beating heart out of my chest.

Anastasia: Did you just call me “Nurse”?

I’m being difficult and relishing it.

Me: I’m addressing you in a manner consistent with our current relationship, which is strictly professional. So, please Nurse, take my vitals and make whatever notes you need to make and then please leave me alone with the doctor.

Anastasia: Not over my dead body.

Me: What?

Anastasia: I’m not leaving you alone with the doctor. You’ll tell him about us. You will vindictively tell him and you’ll intentionally destroy my life. You friggin’ jerk.

Me: Would I?

Anastasia’s blood is boiling.

Me: That’s a tough situation you’ve gotten yourself into there … Nurse.

Anastasia: What situation is that?

Me: Knowing that, with a single word from my mouth, I could ruin your miserable fucking life. And you know what? You did this to yourself.

Anastasia sends her clipboard crashing to the floor, “DAMN IT!” she shouts as her fists clench and her eyes turn blood red with rage.

The doctor comes dashing through the door to see what the commotion is all about and Anastasia quickly kneels down to pick up the clipboard and hide her anger.

The Good Doctor: What happened?

Me: I think the nurse snapped her finger in the clipboard.

The Good Doctor lovingly lays his hands on her shoulder.

The Good Doctor: Nurse, are you okay?

Anastasia is like a boxer taking every second of a ten count trying to regain her composure. She nods in the affirmative.

Anastasia: I’m okay, I just pinched my finger in the clipboard.

I’m having a schadenfreude moment, and Anastasia’s suffering cheers me up immensely. You could call my new mood “chipper.”

Me: Well, hi there Doc! Great to see you again.

The Good Doctor: Nice to see you as well. My goodness, it looks like you’ve been through some real trauma, can you tell me what happened?

Anastasia rises to her feet behind the doctor as I begin to answer.

Me: I was in Montana and I got beat up by a bunch of bikers.

The Good Doctor: What were you doing in Montana?

Me: My girlfriend broke up with me and I needed to get away for a while.

The Good Doctor: Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Get away? Was the breakup unexpected?

Me: We were dating for a while, but it turned out she has a fiance who was out of town. I didn’t know about him.

The Good Doctor: Was she sewing her wild oats with you?

Me: Either that, or maybe exploring an alternative future with me vs him.

The Good Doctor: And you had no idea?

Me: Not until the moment she walked out of my life.

The Good Doctor: Probably best she left then, it sounds like she’s got moral values that are incompatible with a long term relationship.

The doctor’s words sing in my ears like Andrea Bocelli.

Me: Love is a mysterious thing doctor. If I could figure out why women cheat on their men, I’d be a millionaire.

The Good Doctor: So what happened, did she hire the bikers to take you out?

Me: No, nothing like that. I was on my motorcycle and I passed the bikers on the highway. It bruised their fragile egos. When they caught up to me at the next little town, they decided to “teach me a lesson.”

The Good Doctor: I’m looking at your chart, broken left radius and ulna, broken collar bone, stitches, and … oh wow, you were in a coma for a week. That’s pretty serious. How is your cognitive function? Are you having any memory loss, or mood swings, or night terrors?

Me: Thank God, no. My brain seems to be working just fine. The only thing that’s bothering me is the left arm. There’s some discomfort under the cast.

The Good Doctor: It says on your chart you’ve got a compound fracture. I haven’t seen the x-rays yet, but there’s a good chance you’ve got a rod or some other device for securing the bones sticking through the skin.

Me: Oh, that makes sense. To be honest, it hadn’t occurred to me that it was a compound. But that’s what it feels like.

The Good Doctor: If the pain is tolerable, if it’s just mild discomfort, let’s just leave that cast on for a while longer. It’s sterile underneath there right now and I don’t want to run the risk of causing an infection. Are you okay with that?

Me: That’s fine.

The Good Doctor: Nurse, can you hand me a suture removal kit please?

I feel the doctor tugging against the back of my head for a minute.

The Good Doctor: Your stitches healed up nicely, so I just removed them.

Me: Oh that was easy!

The Good Doctor: Totally painless.

Me: Nice work Doc. Thanks.

The Good Doctor: Everything else looks fine, I want to see you back here in two weeks to get that cast removed. Okay?

Me: Doc, I’m actually looking forward to our next visit. You seem like a good egg.

The Good Doctor: Thanks! Until then, you stay off the motorcycles.

Me: How about women, should I stay off of them too?

The Good Doctor: All I can recommend is quality over quantity my friend.

#novel #first person narrative #san francisco

[breadworth]

As an asexual I find it incredibly difficult to draw intimacy but these two deserve my effort. They’re gay and in love. One day I will get the friggin eyes right too.

#Breadworth #Flara Seacrest #Carmen Sangria #Gay #Lesbian #Pride