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pupyuj · 7 months

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hey bestie -

https://twitter.com/anan91186/status/1711376017745653848?t=RdRHuZ2otifU5Kstcdmn3g&s=19

any thoughts abt this? 😇

i hate her so bad HER SMIRK... HER HAND... I THINK SHE SHOULD DO THAT TO ME— and i'm making yuj g!p here bcs come on... ya'll know why. sorry if this dragged on i'm kinda obsessed... this might as well have been a fic 😭

hhdhhsdjxn being the dancer that's paired up with her and you're so shyyy bcs how could you not? ☹️ ahn yujin was so much prettier up close, and the thought of her putting her hands on you really just got your mind reeling... so much so that you ended up spacing out in the middle of practice bcs you were thinking of a lot of things and got scolded by the choreographer, which yujin witnessed when she took a walk out of the room and saw you pitifully standing in front of the choreographer with your head down,,, apologizing to yujin about the whole thing and promising her that you will not fuck up starting from now, and she was so nice about it!

yujinnie offering to practice with you more after everybody was gone,, you insisted that she should rest up so she could have energy for tomorrow's practice but this girl was so persistent—she didn't want to leave you alone 😳 "ghosts walk around here at night, unnie, did you know that?" she teased while poking your sides, smiling widely at the way you froze up at the thought she's so 😭 she's silly but she gets all serious once the music started! and you work so well together too, the two of you just overflowing with charisma and chemistry 🫣🫣

"yujin-ah, if you hold me so gently like that, nobody's going to be convinced that you're in control of me." you joked bcs yujin has her hand wrapped around your neck, but really she was just touching it, no grip whatsoever 😭 yujin's gay ass blushing, but you don't notice bcs she covers it up with an awkward laugh, "aha, well... how tight should i...?" she asks, pulling on the sleeves of her sweater nervously,,, taking her hand and putting it around your neck again, "let's see what looks best! go on." you were saying with a smile?? yujin didn't know whether to think you were insane or just purely oblivious 😭

"g-go...?" yujin was so nervous??? she was pretty sure she had the 'upper hand' earlier, what happened??

you tilted your head, smiling innocently at yujin before saying the words that made her knees turn to jelly. "choke me, yujin." seriously, what the fuck happened????? regardless, and despite her flustered state, yujin does what she was told! she tightens her grip on your neck, albeit slightly. you nod at her, telling her to continue on. she does it again, and now it was getting difficult to breathe.

yujin had to admit that you breathing heavily while clutching the sleeve of her sweater was a major turn on,, her eyes darken the longer her hand was on your neck, she so loved that sick look in your eyes that told her that you were into this entire thing too,, she suddenly pulls you closer?? her face so close to yours, eyes scanning every feature in your face, and yujin was so sure that she was going to kiss you... until you started tapping on her wrist. and then she goes back to sweet baby mode and releases your neck from her grip, "are you okay, unnie?" she was very worried :(((

"y-yeah! that was really good, yujin-ah." you turned back to the mirrors in an attempt to hide your red face,,, but it really was too late bcs yujin already knew you liked all of that 😭 restarting the music and still working amazingly together despite the awkwardness that now settled in the air, and then comes that part... which yujin somehow messed up?? so you had to do it all over again, and again, and again... eventually, it was getting tiring 🫢 but neither of you were going to give up!!

getting to that part again and oh.. yujin's thoughts got the best of her,, and it didn't help that you looked way too good in your crop top so she ended up getting way too into the choking part,, her grip was the tightest it's ever been and fuck she looked so hot looking down at you like you were some kind of inferior thing she can just toy with 😵‍💫 you let her pull you close enough to her face again, her breath fanning your face and her eyes so fucking focused on your lips,, but see... you didn't want to stir up trouble at such a time so you tapped out again,, "i think we got this part down, yujin-ah." you said with a forced smile,, christ you wanted her so bad,,

"u-um..." yujin fiddles with the hem of her sweater awkwardly,, she was so different from the girl you saw merely seconds ago?? and for what reason?? guess you'll never know bcs she bolted out of the practice room without a single word, leaving you confused,,,

little did you know, poor yujin ran to a small empty room to take care of her little problem! you, her sweet and lovely (y/n)-unnie, proved to be too much of a cute thing to her gay little brain so of course... she got a boner while choking you 🫣🫣 reaching down to try and jerk herself off as quickly as she could bcs she never rlly learned to calm herself down without masturbating until she got a sick ass thought before she could touch her dick underneath her boxers 👀 you were the one who did this to her, so you should be the one to help her out right??

yujinnie making her way back to the practice room with a clouded mind 🫣 the only thought occupying her brain is fucking you until your knees were weak... and the want only intensified when she saw you stretching on the floor of the room,, you immediately smile at yujin upon seeing her and stood up. "there you are! i was wondering if you went home without me... should we pack it up?" you asked, approaching her and oh you looked so cute :((( with your smile, your soft eyes, and the pure excitement in your voice... yujin couldn't wait to ruin you 🫢

your bag being close to the wall... and yujin backhugs you as you stood up,, "yujin-ah?" you asked with a laugh,, you could feel her dick poking your ass but you didn't want to comment on it bcs it's not like you didn't know she had one! "since i helped you perfect the choreo, you should pay me back, unnie." yujin grinds on your ass slowly, her breathing deep and low,, and see... you weren't about to reject her now that you knew she felt the same way as you did... so what else could you do but press back against her? and put her hands on your tits??

😵‍💫 yuj relentlessly thrusting her dick in your cunt as soon as both of you have pulled your pants down,, you moaning loudly helplessly while yujin pounds you from behind,, her cursing right at your ear about how tight you were, how much of a slut you are for her, and how well she would ruin you tonight,, we all know yujin is huge, so her dick was a tight fit in your pussy but at the same time, it felt so right being filled so full like this 🤤🤤 yujinnie spreading your cheeks and watching as her cock disappeared inside your cunt, only coming out even more drenched from your slick...

mmdhdjkfsk yujin reaching for your neck and pulling you back to her,, her ears tingling bcs of the noises you made as she choked you,, "u-unnie... wan' me to come inside you?? i want to... wanna breed your pretty pussy and make you my little slut... w-want that, too, unnie?" and having to nod bcs you couldn't rlly talk 🫠 yujinnie pressing your face against the cold wall while she continues her assault on your pussy,, just using you like she would use a toy,, slapping your ass until it turns red and she leaves marks 😫

her grabbing your waist and holding you down on her cock as she comes inside you,, painting your insides with her warm cum and filling you up nice and full,, getting pissed at the way her cum leaked out of your pussy as soon as she pulled out... so she fucks it back into you with her fingers??? and it gets sooo messy bcs she uses both her hands, one to finger you like crazy and one to toy with your clit,,, it all felt overwhelming but way too good so you opted to stay still while yujin fucks you all over again,, "unnie's got to come too..." she was saying, biting on your shoulder while you writhed against the wall, fuck 😵‍💫🥴

shsdjhkdkj squirting all over her fingers, and yujin doesn't even stop there :((( she keeps thrusting her fingers inside your cunt as you came, only pulling out to hold you close and keep you from collapsing bcs you felt light-headed :((( yujinnie sucking on her own fingers just to get a taste of you and her moaning in satisfaction?!!! definitely reaches over and shoves her fingers inside your mouth, a mix of her drool and your juices occupying your taste buds 🫣

the two of you definitely fuck during and after every practice after that 🤭🤭 always making up excuses to stay behind after everything is done... and never getting any actual practice done bcs yujin gets busy dumping her cum inside you for hours on end until midnight 😍

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lov3m3darling · 1 year

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Apple of my Eye (Obsessed!Wally Darling x Short!Reader) Pt. 2

Heyyy 😊 So I'm really glad a lot of you seem to like what I'm doing here. You're all very kind ❤️

I woke up feeling pretty good today so I figured I'd be at least a little productive and write another part ✨️ How long should this be?? I'm totally down to make this a long fic if ya'll would like that. I would still write oneshots and headcannons in between chapters of course 🤗

Idk, lemme know

!!!(TW: obsessive behaviors, eye imagery, slight blood/injury, mention of a kn*fe)!!!

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Wally spent that evening thinking of nothing but you.

Your smile, your eyes, your laugh...

It was like his world finally had color again. He imagined the date vividly...bringing you flowers when he arrived at your door, showing you around town while you held his arm, picking a nice grassy spot in the shade for your picnic.

Would you dress up just for him? Would he hear your charming laugh when he made jokes? Could he...kiss you?

Wally covered his blushing face at the idea, and Home rolled their eyes, creaking mockingly.

Wally sat up from where he was laying across his chair.

"You don't understand, Home! (Y/n) is...they're so..."

He tried to describe you, but could only manage a happy, dreamy sigh. Suddenly, he heard a record player start up.

A love song.

"HOME!!" Wally exclaimed, his face now entirely red. Home knocked quietly, almost like a sly snicker. Wally sighed again.

"Oh, but...I could just imagine asking them to dance with me to a song like this. Wouldn't they look divine? ...Home, what on earth is wrong with me?"

The music stopped, and Home creaked.

"Lovesick? What are you talking about? I'm not sick, I feel fit as a fritter!"

Home's eyes rolled yet again, and the front door swung open with a squeak.

"You're right. Frank can explain it to me, I'm sure. He's very smart!"

With that, Wally set out towards Frank's house.

Meanwhile, you were in your own house, fussing over your clothing options. Clothes were strewn across your otherwise tidy bedroom as you dug through your closet and rejected nearly every article of clothing you owned.

But then, hanging at the very back, you spotted the miracle you were hoping for!

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(Option 1: a multicolored striped blazer and pants combo with a white dress shirt underneath and some red sneakers to keep it from being TOO dressy!)

(Option 2: a white, knee-length dress with multicolored polka-dots and a pair of red ballet flats. and for a cute little accessory, some red apple earrings!)

(...orrrrr any combo of the two! Up to you! Doesn't really matter, I just wanted to give some visuals here. Reminder: ya dress like a cartoon character because ya ARE one!)

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Oh, it was perfect! You'd been saving this outfit for a special occasion, and if a date wasn't the perfect situation, you didn't know what was!

You carefully hung it up for tomorrow, then made your way to the kitchen to pack the picnic basket.

As you sliced up an apple, you couldn't help but think about Wally. You'd only just met him that morning, and yet you already had a massive crush on the guy.

But who could blame you? There was just something so charming about him. And strangely suave, too. He seemed like the type of guy to bring you flowers and kiss your hand...a gentleman.

"Ow! Oh dear.."

Maybe cutting an apple wasn't the best time to be daydreaming...

"Tsk..."

You sighed, setting the knife down to go grab a bandage for the small cut on your finger.

But suddenly, there was a panicked knock on your door.

"Who in the world..?"

You settled for wrapping your finger in a tissue, and went to answer the door.

Wally stood, wide-eyed, on your stoop. He seemed worried.

"(Y-Y/n) I was walking by and heard you yelp!"

Your face felt a little hot. You didn't realize you'd been so loud...

"Oh, I'm sorry to worry you but I'm alright. I was slicing an apple for our picnic and...well...I suppose my mind was somewhere else. And silly me, I cut my finger a little..."

Wally's eyes shifted past you and looked at the knife on the counter, and his pupils grew and shrank again in a matter of just a second. You barely noticed.

"Thank goodness, I thought something terrible had happened. I don't know what I'd do if-...ah, would you like me to help you? I have bandages at Home.."

You were about to decline, when you realized something. You didn't have any of that stuff! You'd only just moved, after all.

So, you had to agree and let Wally lead you to his house.

Home's eyes fixed on you when they spotted you approaching with Wally. The door opened, but the squeak it made sounded like a question.

"(Y/n) is coming in for a moment so I can tend to the cut on their finger, if that's alright"

Home said nothing else, but the door remained open, so Wally nodded and brought you inside.

He had you sit on the couch while he retrieved a box of bandages and a cotton ball soaked in something that smelled like a hospital.

Carefully, he removed and threw away the tissue you'd wrapped around it, and looked it over. A tiny drop of blood trickled out and you winced, feeling like a little kid with a scraped knee again.

But Wally just smiled and brought your hand to his lips, gently licking away the drop as he gazed up at you lovingly. His pupils grew just a little, and you felt as if you would combust at any moment.

Wally chuckled and cleaned the cut with the cotton ball before wrapping a blue bandage around your finger and giving it a kiss.

"You've turned red, (y/n). Feeling alright~?"

"I-I don't...w-why did you...?"

He laughed.

"You're so silly, (y/n). It had to be wiped away, what was I supposed to do?"

You couldn't answer him. Your face was entirely too flushed and any nervous jumble of words your brain could think up just wouldn't come out no matter how hard you tried.

"Hey, I know! I'll sign your bandage. People do that with casts, I think! Barnaby says it helps the person feel better faster"

Suddenly, he was back to normal. Acting just as he did when you first met him.

Wally left the room for a moment and returned with a red crayon. He took your hand and gently wrote his name and a smiley face on the bandage before helping you up from the couch. He smiled at you.

"How's that? Does it feel better?"

"M-Much better. Thank you, Wally.."

You excused yourself so you could continue to get ready for tomorrow, and left, waving to Home as you went.

You shut the door to your own house and slid down it, finally being able to breathe and think.

What WAS that?! He licked your cut! Why?!

After a few deep breaths, you collected yourself and stood up, returning to the kitchen. You went to pick the knife back up, only to realize the blade had snapped off of the handle and was in several pieces...

"How did that happen..?" you wondered aloud. For some reason, looking at it gave you a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach and you hastily threw it away.

As you did, you glanced at the bandage on your finger again. You weren't sure where the thought came from, but his name written on it almost felt like a claim over you more than a nice gesture.

And...why were you strangely okay with that...?

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Too much? 😅 That was a little intense, I know. But I promised yandere, and I keep my promises. Of course it's never gonna be a downright lemon 🍋 🚫 but who says it cant be just a liiiiiittle spicy? Just a dash of pepper, am I right?

Anyways, hope this was good 😊 more to come!

#wally darling #welcome home #welcome home fanfic #yandere welcome home #yandere wally darling #wally darling fanfic #obsessive wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally x reader #wally darling x you

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silent-raven13 · 3 months

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The Star and the Waiter

(AU: Hobie is a Punk Star coming into a Puerto Rican restaurant and happens to meet a certain cute waiter, Miles! No Spider-man/super powers in this world)

"You fuckers been Ace!" Hobie finished the last song with a big bang having his electric guitar smashing on stage before he jump on to the crowd. The Spider-band kept playing their music while their lead singer stage dive.

The audience cheers out loud a mixtures of joy shrills, screams and tears. They tries to touch every part of the punker, while he sticks his devil horn hand sign in the air.

After another successful concert, the manager of the famous Spider-band got all the members back on the tour bus, "Fucking nice work, guys! Another best show! Ya'll are trending on all social media! Fucking beautiful! Hobie, I could kiss you man!"

Hobie walks in the tour bus with a big grin on his face, "Oh yeah? Never knew you find me attractive, Bruce?"

"Pfft, easy fucker. Figure of speech. Anyway, best way to end the tour. Tomorrow ya'll can rest." The manager chuckles.

Riri, the bass player finally rested on the couch, "Fucking finally! I'm so fucking tired!"

"For real!" Karl, the second guitarist.

"Ugh, I'm so sore!" Mattea groans being so exhausted. "I just want to sleep." She landed on Riri being exhausted.

"Fuck Mattea! Warn a gal!" The dark skinned bass player grunts.

Hobie stood wiping off the kiss marks from his face after they dealt with the VIP fans. There were so many girls than the last time. The popularity of the punk band had grown faster in the last year.

Honestly, Hobie didn't expect his band to made it into fame. Hell, he became one of the most popular, eye candy lead singer around! Anyone would want him. Model agencies, make-up companies, other artists wanting to collab- hell, he even got rich influencers and high class people wanting to pay him to be in a "relationship" with him for the publicity.

No, he's not like that. Maybe that's why his band are so famous. They are the real deal! They never back down on what they believe in. Hobie always doing what he wants and no one can stop him. He is rawr to the core, he never believe in consistency, Chaos, no labels, staying true to his own words got him the fame he needs.

Let's not forget, his looks too! This handsome lad has all the women squealing at his feet. They would faint at the spot. "Hah, crazy you made out with that mum." Karl commented.

"Oh yeah, she was so proud about using her son's college fund to get here." Riri laughs, "Well, everyone wants to fuck Hobie Brown, right?"

Mattea laughs, "For real. Remember that popular celebrity send him a letter begging to be his girlfriend and she was willing to pay him."

"Expensive ass whore." Karl nudges his best friend, "Right, man. You turned down a multi-billion dollar relationship! You'll be set. I heard rich girls like that only into NFL or NBA players, especially black guys."

"That's so true. Didn't her sister marry a basketball player and then, divorce within the week?" Mattea asked, "I say stay away."

"For real, rich white girls like that only cares about flaunting their riches and you know how they love using black men for their sick twisted desire for a mix child. It's all shit." Riri let Mattea lay on her lap while they talk.

"Well, Hobie Brown is never going to be involved with transplants! I prefer the real thing in a person." He walks to sit on a lazy boy, his leather pants made a squeak sound. The lead singer wore all black with a spike battle leather vest jacket, leather black pants with three belts wrapped around his waist, buckled thick combat boots. The sexiest look for the singer, his heavy boots made sounds for every step.

"Hahaha, and that's why you got stalkers. That rich girl didn't take no so lightly." Mattea laughs, "She did a whole story on her social media."

"That's her problem." Hobie chuckles, "Anyway, I'm a bit famish. Is there any food?"

"We got leftovers, dude." Karl checks the fridge to find burgers, tacos, all sorts of leftovers. "I'm sure half of them are spoiled because this fridge stinks!"

"Unless you want leftover old Chinese?" Mattea hums.

"Eck, I'll go grab a bite." Hobie snorted, deciding to get his wallet and smartphone.

"Whoa. Whoa. Hobie," His manager stops his, "Your not going out, again! Last time you did, you got shitfaced and had an all out brawl!"

"Pfft, not my fault a couple of blokes wanted to fight." Hobie remembers he went to a pub to drink and ended up kisses some of these men's girlfriends or dates- Whatever it was. They wanted to fight him so he gladly fought them. That was a trend, all over social media.

Luckily, his fans and most people were on his side. Since it wasn't his fault those women didn't admit they were in relationships. Everyone loses their minds over a Star!

"Let him go, Bruce. Hobie can take care of himself. Besides, we're done with the tour." Riri was on her Smartphone seeing their concert was trending all over on TikTok.

"Hah, yeah. And we go back home tomorrow. So, let's just chill." Karl hums, "Anyway, I'ma order some pizza."

"Oh I'll take a stuffed cheesy crust with pepperoni." Mattea shouted.

Hobie was done with junk food, being on the damn road only got them eating junk. They had only beer, too. He wanted something different, something home-made? He wasn't sure. All he knows he's sick of these take out and expensive dishes that aren't good.

"Bro, you better hurry and get something to eat. Just because it's New York, doesn't mean some restaurants closes later." Riri hums.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll be quick, besides I know where to look." He waves his hands away, "I'll be fine, pops." He left with a grin on his face toward his manager.

"Fucking Hobie..." Bruce groans being stressed out, "Send me your location, kid!"

"Fine. Fine!" Hobie rolled his eyes before leaving out of his tour bus, he saw how much the crowd died down. Checking his phone, he saw it was nine... shame, his band could've gone longer, but fucking Bruce warns them to follow the schedule.

Anyway, he saw an interesting spot when his tour bus pass through the city. It looked homey, warm with an interesting art wall on the side. Whoever are the owners of the restaurant, they were smart enough to have an artist to create such a beautiful artwork. Shame Hobie wasn't able to admire it long, since his tour bus speed up. He did remember the name... Morales' Kitchen.

"Hmm," He realized he needs to look it up to see what to order. Pulling up his expensive smart phone, he found the restaurant is Puerto Rican basis. It looked appealing and the reviews shows positive reviews.

Reviewers:

BunnyFox: OMG I loved coming here since I was a kid! Best Puerto Rican FOOD EVER!!!

ShyGuy23: Man, this place is soo good. If you want to taste Puerto Rico, it tastes just like home! I missed my mom's cooking, so this comes close to it.

PuertoRicanGirlie: BEST PUERTO RICAN PLACE EVA!

And it went on with that. Many recommended the traditional plate which contain tostones, arroz con habichuelas (rice and beans), and a choice of chicken, pork, or beef. Many recommended pork or chicken with a side of salad. He'll probably get that, he never had Puerto Rican food.

Now, this might come a surprised from the Punk-Star with his family descendants of Jamaican and Haitian ancestry, he always loves trying Caribbean food. By now, he would've tried Puerto Rican, but nope. So far, he had Mexican and Dominican food as far as he knows.

Well there's a first time for everything.

He chuckles at his own thoughts, he never thought he would say that, again. The nineteen year old had been through every sexual, adventurous experience so his first times were long gone.

Walking in the slight cold night of the city, he pulled out his cigarette to smoke. His wicks bounces from every step he takes, enjoying his walk.

Ahh, this is nice.

Hobie isn't gonna lie, he so far hates being famous. He didn't think their whole life would be on watch.

Figures

In a capitalistic world, only Corporate Greedy, big evil money hungry businesses like the music Industries would leech the blood out of their artists. Do this or don't do this. Hobie thought if he can go back in time to prevent his seventeen year old self to sign his soul away from the contract... would he? Maybe. So far, he hated the constant fans budding in his personal lives, annoying blokes challenging him as they act he never threw hands.

It's funny how the PR teams always work overtime to fix his imagine for the sake of their record labels. There always something with them. That's why he lash out so much the last year, yet his soul takers still try to force him into this mold. A mold of being a basic Poster- HIM A POP STAR?

He would rather eat glass off the subway station floor. Or they try to make him be a rapper or join a Hip Hop reality television show to make a career out of it. They always say, Punk is never forever. Hobie conquer on that, he and his band worked too damn hard to stay true to themselves.

He threaten his bosses that he will make sure he's not going down a fight. There was many "scandals" like nudes, sex videos, drug use, and all to remain trendy and down right fucking true to himself. Controversy can be a powerful weapon, inconsistency is him! All the videos of him kissing men, women, none-binaries- ALL OF IT! He wouldn't care, he never believe in labels and believe in his voice.

His inky eyes saw a poster about Saving Gaza being torn or written. "Hmmm," He knew one of the main reasons to be famous was the amount of power his voice is.

The Punk Star took a photo of the poster, then posted on his Social Media with massive words, "SAVE PALESTINE! FUCK GENOCIDE!" He put the watermelon logo, Palestine flag and rock hand sign.

He's never one to back down for what's right. As he put his Smartphone in his pocket, his phone started to blast with notification of massive people liking, comments good or bad. A smirk on his face knowing the haters will write him a lot of slurs, curse words, but he didn't care. He laughs at them. His voice is POWERFUL!

Now, his record label... his bosses might not take it, too lightly. He didn't care. They got nothing on him and his band.

Then, a savory smell of tomatoes, garlic and cilantro tickled his nose. Huh, I'm here already? He saw the restaurant seeing the warm color scheme of brown, yellow and red. There was a massive Puerto Rican Flag next to the name of the place.

Hobie slowly walks to the mural at the most badass piece. It's a massive mural of black and brown people showing Empowerment with their hands raised into a fist, some figures had face covers wrapped around their mouths with different country flags. A lot of Latin American flags, especially Caribbean flags. There was an abstract city with so many small indication of past racist and discrimination history. What Hobie loves the most about the mural was the massive words that spread on the top, 'We are the People! We have the Power!'

"Fuckin' hardcore." Hobie decided to take multiple photos of the mural. He loves art like this. Art about empowerment in the black and brown community. People of color works on politics, installations about Capitalism ruining this damn world. He looks at the graffiti signature... "MGM?"

Maybe he can find the name on his social media. Hobie can already tell he's going to be a massive fan. The artists already checked off from his list on the art works: Empowerment, check! Representing POC, check! Different from the basic art, CHECK!

His stomach growls, "I should eat." He said to himself, he went to the front door to find the place closed at midnight. "Nice."

When he enters the shop, he saw a very homey restaurant. The walls painted of beautiful scenery of Puerto Rico with people dancing, food, and instruments. The lights were warm, the shades of brown and tiles brick color gave it a very mom and pop restaurant. There was a bar and television up high on the corner next to the bar and other places. So far it's empty.

The punker's inky eyes look down at the Wait list; so far a decent amount people came by through out the day. Then he hears someone coming out of the back of the kitchen, it sounded like two people speaking Spanish.

The person walking out the kitchen to the main floor, his footsteps light which got Hobie to glance up. When he did, he never thought he saw someone so beautiful in his life.

The hostess smiles at him, "Hello, welcome! Is it just you?" His eyes are colored of Honey brown with big doe like eyes.

Hobie had to take a moment to analyze such a beautiful man. He had a tapered short afro with a fade on the sides and zig-zag design on the side. His ears are pierced, nose wide and plump lips with such shimmer warm brown skin tone. Oh shit, Hobie was awestruck.

"Um.. Umm, yeah. Just me." Only a few words came out of his mouth. He wanted to stare at this Host, he had such a beautiful smile it felt like sunshine sending warm kisses.

The host nodded, "Okay, come with me. You want booth or a regular table?" He asked going to the side of the desk to take out a menu.

"Booth." The Punker's voice low like a mumble.

"Okay, I'm Miles by the way. I'll be your waiter." He turns to Hobie with a soft smile.

Miles...

Such a cute name for a cute lad. Hobie stares at Miles' behind seeing his rear, nicely thick. The young waiter had a basic white and black waiter outfit, the collar white sleeves rolled up showing off his left arm with tattoos.

A sleeve tattoo ain't too shabby.

Hobie couldn't tell what it looks like, but he can tell it looks unfinished from the elbow to the wrist. Then he saw Miles showing him a booth in the middle. "Here's the menu, for now do you care for water or your ready to order a drink?"

"I'll have a water, luv." Hobie casually said being a flirtatious, he sat in the booth looking at the menu.

"Okay. I'll give you a few minutes." He let out another smile. Hobie study those big beautiful plump lips, they were moisturized looks like chapstick.

Miles happily went to get a glass of water for the punker. Damn, he's so cute... Hobie didn't look at the menu but had his eyes on the waiter this whole time.

When Miles came back to place a glass water, "Ar-are you ready?"

"Hmph?" Hobie looking stupid.

"To order?" His waiter arched his eyebrow.

"Oh, um... actually." Hobie felt a bit embarrassed for wasting time. Staring at Miles got him feeling like a little lad. "What's your popular dish? Or what you recommend?"

"We have the traditional plate; it got rice and beans, tostones, salad, and choice of meat. I prefer pollo guisado." Miles flips the menu to show the poplar dish being serve, "But if you want something more meat, pernil with a side of tostones. These are our popular dishes for..." He eyed on Hobie, "new customers."

"Heh, because my accent, mate?" Hobie did have a thick cockney accent.

"Hahaha, pretty much, man. Unless you tried Puerto Rican food." Miles giggles.

Damn, even his giggles are cute.

Hobie felt his cheeks warm. If he can turn pink, he would. "No, luv. Never."

"Then I say pick the first one." He gave another smile this time his eyes seem to be gleaming at the punker.

"Alright, the first one. The way you said it. I'm not into pork..." He casually said.

"Okay, coming up." Miles wrote it down, then took the menu. "Any drinks besides water?"

"I would say beer but I'm underage." Hobie chuckles.

Miles' blink a couple of times being surprised, "What? Really!"

"Yup, I'm nineteen years old. I know I don't look like it." Hobie chuckles.

"Oh wow, you do look like you would be around twenty one. Awe, too bad, man. Can't serve you alcohol if you're underage." Miles look side to side with a small whisper, "Don't worry, I'm nineteen, too!" Then winks at him.

Hobie blinks at couple of times, he felt his mouth dry. "Really?"

"What? I look too young?"

"Nah, your tattoos gave it away." The punker said as he took a sip of water.

Miles arched his eyebrow with those Amber eyes gleaming at the punker like enchanted gems. "Oh yeah, how do you know I didn't get when I was sixteen?" He gave an amusing grin.

"You look like a good lad who follow the rules. Something about you seems like the type to never take risk." Hobie grins at him.

"Hahaha, well you're right I do follow the rules but I wouldn't say I don't take risks." Miles winks at him being flirty.

Oh, he's flirting with me?

Hobie felt stupid for giving a weak response, "Hah, risk taker?" He added, "What kind of risk you take?"

"Well, this tattoo." He lift his left arm showing his sleeve, "Not an easy project."

"What is it about?"

"Many stuff. I design the tattoo myself and went to a tattoo artist to do it." He got closer to show a beautiful collage works of graffiti characters, stars, clouds, sun and moon, and florals. A lot of Sunflowers.

"Bloody hell, mate. You design this? This looks fucking amazing. Maybe I should ask you to design me-self a tat." Hobie admires the work. "I got a spot empty at my right side."

"Nah, you wouldn't want a design from me." Miles chuckles in amusement.

"Come on, Miles. I'm being for real. Look, to show how of honest man I am," Hobie pulls out his Smartphone letting all his accessories from his clothes clank and click together, "give me your social."

"Wow, showing social. You're pretty forward, huh?" Miles giggles feeling his cheeks warm by the punker.

Then the other teenager realized he's basically demanding Miles' social. "Ah, my bad, mate."

"No! No-no," Miles chuckles, "It's cool man. Look let me give you my social. But don't be too surprised about my selfies." He gave a mischievous smirk.

Hobie felt the color from his face drain being replaced by a warm shade of red being so damn bashful. Luckily his dark skin tone didn't reveal anything, but maybe his wide eyes did and the way his mouth slight hang open. "Huh?" He could only say then handed his phone to Miles.

The waiter happily gave him his social, "Here's my art account... it's also my personal account." He hums giving some indication about himself.

Hobie took his phone back to look through, "MGM? Wait, are you the lad that did the mural outside?"

"Yeah, that's me." He admits holding the menu close to his chest.

"Mate, that's a fucking fantastic piece. It's bloody powerful!" Hobie said to him being so impressed. Miles is cute, and an artist! So far, he's peaking more of his interest.

"Awe, you're making me blush, man." Miles giggles with one hand hiding his shy smile.

Cute.

"Mijo, ya esta!" The two stop hearing a woman's voice from the kitchen.

"Oh your dish is ready. I'll get it." Miles said as he went over to put the menu away and rush into the kitchen.

Hobie had time to look through Miles' social, he found out the teenager likes to read comics, watch cartoons and anime, and cosplay. He had photos of Anime-Con or Comic conventions. His mouth watered when he saw photos of the cute waiter cross dressing, some with complete makeup with a beautiful design wigs.

He's very talented...

Then, what got Hobie very hype was a photo of Miles having two hip tattoos, showing them off with his sweats low enough his happy trail showings, and if any more probably show more than just hair. Sharply inhaling as he saw Miles wearing a crop top with some booty shorts. He's not afraid of being himself that's for sure.

Hobie really likes that, even seeing Miles' at Pride Parade with a group of friends. They were huddle together wearing the skimpiest of outfits. Miles wearing fishnets with bright yellow top with sunflower ankle jeans and converse shows. He certainly knows how to dress colorful, too.

"OKay, here's your meal. Enjoy." Miles came by with a massive plate of food to set down. Those golden honey brown shines over at the punker looking through his phone. "Enjoying my pics?"

"Hmph? Oh um..." Hobie quickly set his phone down seeing the massive plate filled with rice and beans, chicken smothered with a special tomato sauce, hot tostones and salad. "This looks delicious." He sniffs the delicious aroma of Puerto Rica spices like garlic, tomato, cilantro, and so on. With such deepen scent, it reminded him of his mother's Caribbean spices.

"Thank you. Hopefully your'll like it." Miles nodded with a soft smile on his face, "Enjoy your meal. If you need anything I'll be over there." He pointed by the host desk to wait.

Hobie pouted for the moment, then quickly grab Miles' wrist which cause the waiter to look surprised. "Sorry, luv. Um..." Damn, normal Hobie is such a charmer, he can flirt his way through anything or anyone, but Miles sure left his tongue tied. "How about you sit here? I'm curious about your art."

"Well," He took a moment, "I would but-" Hobie being desperate, he let his hand go, "There's no one here, darling. Come, sit by me, Sunflower."

That looks like it worked because the nineteen year old gave a shy almost flustered smile. "Sure, normally it's not busy around this time anyway. My dad will be fine with me talking to our customers." He sat across the punker with his face resting on both his hands, "Demi lo, Papí. Cómo te llamas?"

Ohh, he speaks Spanish, too. Did he call me, Papí? Maybe I can...

"Mi nombre es Hobie." He finally answered as he took his fork to dig into his dish.

Miles' smile widen showing his teeth, his eyes seem to sparkle. "You know, Spanish?"

"I know about five languages."

"Wow, look at you. I only know English and Spanish." Miles giggles being impressed.

He will be the death of me.

"I'm a bit choppy with Korean."

"Oh wow, you know Korean? I know a lil bit, my best friend is Korean." Miles explained, "I wouldn't put it on my list. What else?"

"Let see, Patios, Haitian Creole, French, Spanish, English, Korean, Chinese, a bit of Japanese.... and I'm trying to learn Sawhili and Arabic." He counted with his fingers as he took a bite of his meal.

"Dude, that's more than five languages." Miles giggles having his eyes on the punker who's eyes widen after taking the first bite.

"I mean, English and Japanese don't count." Hobie said while chewing.

"It's still more than five."

"I know a little Swahili and Arabic." Hobie hums, "Not on the list like someone mentions."

"Hehe, still six, Hobie." Miles giggles with amusement.

"I don't believe inconsistency."

"Really? So you mix your info a lot?"

"Yup!" Hobie got a piece of chicken then let out a satisfying sound, "Mmm, this is fucking good, mate. Finally something good! Tastes like home."

"Good, huh?" Miles grins widely.

"Good? This is bloody amazing. I tried a lot of stuff before and this," He nodded with approval, "Tastes the fucking cake."

"I'm glad. I'll let the chef know." Miles hums happily, "So, Hobie... where ya from, man? You got a British accent and what's Hobie short for?"

Hobie grins widely, "Hobart and I come from good ole' London, luv."

"Hmm, Hobart? I never heard a name like that before. It's kinda foreign."

"Haha, not many have this name."

"But it is cute," Miles saw the way the punker look at him, "Hobie. That's a cute nickname."

"Not cute, mate. I'm dangerous." Hobie chuckles, "Look at me."

"Then what should I say? Handsome? Dangerous? Sexy?" Miles flirted being more bold.

"Sexy? I do like the sound of that." Hobie slowly chews with his eyes on his waiter.

"Hahaha, I prefer cute." Miles gave a smug smile, "Your cute."

"Stop, mate. Ya makin' me blush." He wasn't lying.

"Awe, that's cute." He laughs.

Hobie snorted before eating slowly. He wonders if Miles knows who he is. "So, Miles. What's does MGM mean?"

"Miles Gonzalo Morales. That's my full name." He answered rather quickly. "MGM keeps it fast and neat."

"And your works?"

"Mostly the struggle in living in New York, black and brown empowerment. Sometimes about my sexuality, or how we're often silence. You're lucky you got to see this painting. It's fairly new. Last one, I did a Free Palestine and- Oh Boy, the amount of hate we got. I mean, the tagging and pure hateful groups were making threats." Miles winced, "I don't think I'm strong enough for that kind of stuff... it's pretty scary."

"Fucking nazis. Nothing terrible happened?" Hobie asked.

"Thank god nothing did. My dad use to be a the Chief of Police so many cops respect him and we got lucky with that sort of protection." Miles rubs his neck about his latest work, "I know, it's risk making works like that. So this time I play it safe now with murals for empowerment and aesthetics for this place, but my personally gallery works I go crazy."

"You got a gallery?"

"Eh, it's a small one not far from here, but I do make works here and there." Miles shrugs, "It's my passion."

"Good, you should keep it that way. Trust me, nothing beats creativity, bruv." He took another spoonful, to his surprised he was eating the plate clean. Normally, he'll take a few bites and leave the rest for his friends. Never much of eater, but this meal was too damn good.

Thanks for the advice, man." Miles nodded.

"Also, how did your pops work in a place like this? You say he was a pig?" Hobie commented.

Miles noticed the insult for cops, it makes sense. Nobody likes cops in this day and age, especially with all the shit they been doing. "He retired early from an incident and uses the money to built this place. It's actually my mom's dream, so that food you're eating is from my mami." Miles hums.

"Well, your mom cooking is perfection." Hobie took a bite of a tostones with a loud crunch sound, "Mmm, normally I don't eat much."

"I can see, your very skinny."

"But my height balances out, Sunflower." Hobie added.

"Yeah, you're very tall and this is from someone who's six' two"."

"Ah, I'm six'five"." Hobie chuckles at Miles' expression, he couldn't believe it.

"Dude, you're so tall. I think my uncle is the tallest in my family and you passed him." Miles said being in shock.

"I'm always been the tallest around my family." Hobie added as he lift his glass of water.

"Oh let me get you a refill." Miles got up.

"Oi, um... what about a soda pop, luv? Anything Puerto Rican drinks?" Hobie asked.

"We have Good Ole' Kola, it's a popular Puerto Rican soda." Miles said.

"One please, Sunflower."

"Coming right up." Miles went over to the bar to get a freshly cold can, "Say, why do you call me, Sunflower?"

"Your tattoos and your social." The other teenager said seeing Miles handing him a cold can of soda, he opens it hearing the hissed sound from the soda. "Does it offend you, Miles?"

Miles sat back down with his head shaking, "No, it's actually my favorite flower."

"Really?" Hobie could use that. "Why?"

"You know that Post Malone song called Sunflower?" Miles asked.

Hobie took a moment, "Maybe... not into pop."

"Well, that's one of my favorite song, and I like how pretty Sunflower looks. They always make me smile." Miles leans over to rest his face on one hand, "And fun fact, when there's no light or sunshine, they turned to each for energy. Isn't that cute, hm?"

Hobie sips his soda giving a nod, "So you're saying I'm a Sunflower since I'm cute?" He flirted back having to give a slight grin.

"Hmmm, I wouldn't say you look like a Sunflower. Maybe a Moonflower." Miles hums, "My second favorite flower." His honey eyes seem to glisten at him.

This lead the singer awestruck almost too flustered, he never felt like this in years. He didn't know what to say instead he shove rice and beans into his mouth. "Did you know Moonflowers only open at night and closes during the day?"

"No, I didn't know it existed."

"Maybe I should call you, Moonflower since you call me, Sunflower." Miles seems to be very interested in him.

"Oh yeah? Heh, nobody ever called me something nice like a flower."

"First time for everything." Miles added, "So, what got you coming here so late?"

"Oh... um... I was in that concert not too far from here?"

"Oh I heard some punk band, right?" Miles asked being clueless, "That place was packed! What's the band called... Spider Punk? Spider... hmm, Spider Band!"

"That's the one." Hobie nodded, "Listen to them?"

"Nah, I heard one song from them and it was their latest single." Miles shrugs, "I'm very into hip/hop, rap, R&B, Reggaeton, um... hmm a lil bit of pop. My little sister seems to like the song, it got her to sleep through it."

"Oh cool, she's a Spider-head?"

"Hahaha, she likes chaos." He play with hands together, "She's two."

Hobie never laughs so loud, "What, mate? You're pulling my leg?"

"I'm serious. One time I played a song and she started to sleep through it. I dunno I guess it's her Puerto Rican side loving loud music."

"Well, I'm honored a two year old sprog loves m- punk music." Hobie added, "Though, I hate labeling it punk."

"Oh, your that kind of punker? Hate labels?"

"I don't believe in them. I hate the AM and I hate the PM." The punker shoves the rest of his meals into his mouth then wipe his hands with a napkin. Man, he should've ate slow to keep talking to Miles, but the food was so good. "Never believed sticking to one thing."

"That's punk of you." Miles giggles, "Sorry, terrible joke."

"It's fine. I'll let it pass since this food- Mwah, chef kiss." Hobie kisses his two fingers together into the okay hand sign.

"Awe, good thing, too. I don't wanna piss you off." The waiter saw the plate being so clean, not a crumble left behind. "My mom would be so happy to see this plate so clean."

"It was so good, I want a second one to go."

"I can make the order if you want?"

"Please, do." The punker being very polite with him, never did he become so polite to people he's attractive.

"Alright. It'll take a few minutes." Miles got up to pick up the dirty dishes and utensils, the he went back to the kitchen to submit the order. Hobie nervously sat up straight then he sniff his breath wondering if it smell bad.

Smells like cigarettes... shit.

When Miles come back, all he did was giggle to himself while holding a dessert, "You got my mom super happy. She told me to give some tembleque."

"What now?"

"It's coconut pudding. It's really good." Miles places it in front of Hobie with a spoon next to it. "Trust me, you'll want to lick the plate."

"That's kind of your mum to give me a free dessert." He never experience such kindness before.

"Don't worry about it. She does it all the time when a customer being sweet and cleans off the plate." Miles winks at him, again.

"Can you tell her, thank you. I appreciate it." Hobie got a spoon to try the dessert, "Mmm, this is amazing." He mumbles with awed.

Miles could only smile at him, "You know, I really think you're cute." Slowly sway his upper body being a little shy to say.

That caught off the punker, he nearly choked on his pudding, The had to drink his soda then let out a low, "Wha?"

"I think you're cute. Your eyes grew wide like a kid. It's cute." Miles shrugs as he went back to sit down.

"Um... thanks." Hobie didn't know how to react.

"Oh sorry, didn't mean to weird you right." Miles frowned for the moment seeing how the punker looked uncomfortable. "Oh great, Miles. You thought you met someone else that's into the same team. I'm so sorry if-" Hobie quickly said, "No! Nono! I'm just- I was told many things but not cute. Sorry, for being weird about it, Sunflower."

"Oh, so you're gay?" Miles asked, "Sorry if that comes off rude. Normally, straight guys give me that look."

"Haha," Hobie sat back with a low deep chuckles, "Remember I don't believe in labels, luv. I play all the teams. I believe in connection."

"Oh very pansexual." Miles teased a bit.

"Maybe. Never consistent. Also I jump around with multiple partners."

"Ah, I'm bi-sexual and monogamous. To be honest, I don't like share my partners." Miles shrugs, "But that's just mean. Whatever float your boat, y'know?"

"Don't like sharing, huh? I'm into that." Hobie smirks widely at him this time being bold.

"Oh yeah?" Miles' eyes gleaming, his left leg shakes from being a bit nervous.

Hobie nodded with his hand placed on Miles' hand, "Yeah." His thumb gently massage into Miles' soft hand, it felt so tender. Miles couldn't help but let out a boyish giggle.

When the punker finished his dessert, Miles placed him the bill and brought out the take out.

"Say, this is a little heavy?" Hobie noticed two containers.

"I left you a slice of cake. Maybe you'll like it." Miles' voice went to a whisper, "Shh, don't tell my dad." Hobie let out a low chuckle.

"Cheeky minx."

"Shh. Anyway will that be cash or card?" He asked placing the plastic bag with take-out in it.

"Card, Sunflower. Maybe next time, I can DM you?"

"Sure. Anytime."

Hobie pulls out his black card which got Miles tilting his head to the side. He never seen a black card before. Aren't those for rich people? Anyway, he went ahead charging the card and placing it back on the table with two receipt and pen. Miles went to clean up the tables getting ready for closing time.

Before Miles went over to pick up the receipt from Hobie's table, "Miles, mi vida. Can you help me?"

"Sure, mami." He pouted over to Hobie, seeing the punker is going to leave soon.

Hobie could only give him a small smile, watching his Sunflower go to the back of the kitchen. He thought about waiting for him until his manager is blowing up his phone like crazy.

Bruce: Where are you asshole? Get your ass back to the bus.

Hobie: 🖕🏿 fuck off. I'm busy here.

Bruce: Hobie.

Hobie: 🙄 fine. I'll be there soon.

He cursed himself at his manager. Fucking Bruce. Always ruining his game. The punker went into his wallet pulling out a wad of cash, then leaving Miles a wonderful tip.

Hopefully we'll meet again.

Just like the wind, Hobie was gone from the restaurant. With beautiful thoughts of his Sunflower and hoping for the next time to meet... maybe go on date.

When Miles came back after helping his mom put somethings away in the fridge, he rushes to the main floor to find no one around. He pouted, slowly going over to the receipt. To his shock he saw a five hundred dollar tip. "What?" He almost chokes on his gasp.

Then his hand saw the receipt with Hobie's number and note.

See you later, Sunflower 😉

Hobie's number: xxx-xxx-xxxx

Text me when you want to hang, luv. I'm open this week.

The teenager put the number into his smart phone never feeling so bashful.

Miles felt his cheeks warm, "Wow..." For the first time, his heart was beating so fast and palms were sweaty. To think this cutie Punker would give him, his number. Who is this Hobie Brown? And how he got so much money? Miles' curiosity is getting to him, maybe that's why he found the punker so attractive. He's so mysterious, sweet, beautiful like a Moonflower.

He wants Hobie Brown.

#punkflower #flowerpunk #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #across the spider verse #spider verse #fanfic #spiderverse #across the spiderverse

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valmare · 4 months

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mare's slutty 400 followers celebration

see the announcement here

wow, look at us–400+ followers up in this slut factory. jeez louise, I didn't ever expect this! tickled frickin' pink as a piglet's buttcheeks over here. so what better way to commemorate this achievement than a celebration?

and since my birthday celly is closed and i have prompts to write, we might as well just open this. leaving it open until 1/8, so ya'll have lots of time. please send your character and your prompt, and even if you have a specific setting in mind, that's great too. send them all, multiples are fine.

as a reminder I write from the fem!reader perspective or a fem!OC perspective.

🥂 🍾 🎉 as promised, here is the character list and the prompts. While these are smut dialogue prompts, most everyone here knows that I'm kinda a PG-13 girlie that likes to keep most things relatively clean, so these will be somewhat cleaned up not to be full out, like, porn.

I stole the prompt list from @callsignthirsty so don't come for me.

Characters

Open to just about any Val character that's out there, be it The Saint, Real Genius, Tombstone, and so on the list goes. Love writing me some Val so of course that's on the table.

But since I've mostly risen to 400 on the backs of the Top Gun fandom, we'll go that direction as well. Both 1986 and Maverick are on the table, with the leaderboard names for each.

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Nick "Goose" Bradshaw Ron "Slider" Kerner Beau "Cyclone" Simpson Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Smut Dialogue Prompts

"You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up."

"You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat."

"You'd better be quiet if you don't want to get caught."

"You look good all soaking wet."

"Oh my god you're so much better than the last person I was with."

"If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat."

"Look, I'm not into choking but I wouldn't mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while."

"I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home."

"You don't have to be gentle with me, I don't break easily."

"Do you think you deserve to be punished?"

"Shut up and take your pants off."

"Are you wearing my shirt?"

"You'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know what a naughty little slut you are."

"Did I stutter? Do as you're told!"

"I can't wait to be on my knees for you later."

"Maybe if I punish you it'll help you remember who you belong to next time."

"Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me."

"Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn't tease me."

"If you keep making those sounds I'm not going to be able to stop myself."

"Take it off. Slowly."

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

"Why don't you go put on something pretty for me?"

"Don't make me tell you twice."

"I love the sounds you make when you come undone."

"You'd better watch your fucking mouth."

"Did I say you could stop?"

"I need you. Now!"

"I'm so sick of your voice. Why don't you come over here and put your mouth to better use?"

"I guess I'll just get off all by myself."

"Don't you want to play with me?

"Yes! I mean yes, Sir!"

"Wanna see what I'm wearing underneath all this?"

"You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?"

"I can't wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin."

"I only want to please you."

"Are you going to be good from now on?"

"These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want."

"Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting."

"So desperate for it, aren't you? Well, if you want it so bad you'd better start taking it."

"Please? I'll be good, I promise!"

"If you don't change out of those shorts and into some pants I'll have them around your ankles by lunch time."

"I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are."

"Open your mouth."

"Pull my hair!"

"If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I'm going to bend you over that bed."

"You know I don't like to be teased."

"I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me."

"I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it."

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry."

"I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth."

"Tell me what you like."

"Shh, don't worry, I'll take very good care of you."

"Is that a thong?"

"Yeah, that's it, baby, just like that."

"Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?"

"Did you dress up just for me?"

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules."

"Think you can handle that much?"

"Mmm, good morning to you too."

"Just pull the car over!"

"What's wrong? I thought you liked teasing."

"That tickles."

"I see the gift I got you fits well."

"You know, there wasn't a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in."

"Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you."

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transzilla · 2 months

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"#but honestly no disrespect if i see anything to do with making a tgirl comptop like its revolutionary im gonna get pissed"

fuck thank you so much for saying this. seeing people glorify not just non-op but even... ANTI-op perspectives and sexuality, and frame lower dysphoric people who want/need SRS as dinosaurs is so depressingly transphobic.

just added extra when you've had trauma FOR being someone who doesn't have sex with the parts you were born with, and even other people in the queer/trans world will try to literally SA or verbally lash out to pressure you to do it. whatever happened to affirming people's transitions and needs yk?

comptop for trans girls and compbottom for trans guys is horrifyingly real and just an offshoot of misgendering and how transphobes always treat us pre-transition. i'm sick of people praising themselves as so revolutionary and queer for expecting me to have the same kind of sex as someone's conservative parents would approve of

I hear you omg I've also had incredibly gruesome experiences with people who can't seem to fathom the idea that I actually don't want to bottom as a trans male LMAO like with cis people it's like whatever ya'll are DEMONS anyway but with other trans people it really catches me off guard how common that sentiment is. it's incredibly disturbing that you'll see the same like entitlement issues and assumed consent and transphobic sexual assumptions in other gay and transgender people .. It feels like betrayal like it really truly does catch you off guard. Like I've had people try to talk me out of being a top like I was fucking lying or something saying like... whatever booboo shit like ohhh no way that's not you, you say yas queen sometimes you're too nice you're too cute I can't see you doing it... blah blah blah.. Like this shit is insane, do you hear yourself??

And like the thing about this inability for queer people to confront their transphobic expectations... they will run away from it seemingly forever!! Like I'll see people try to misconstrue their personal beliefs and make it seem like it's this lib slay because haha wow dude's on bottom and woman's on top. And they're trans. Sex positivity teehee time to assume cause I want this every trans person I meet will want this. All that shit about how they're correct meanwhile they're not taking no for a god damn answer!! Like at least conservative transphobes are just gonna tell it to you straight that they don't see you as a person LMAO there is no subliminal messaging politicizing bullshit. Like is it really femdom female empowerment when the woman is topping when everyone fucking makes her top and no one considers what she wants? Like wowww that's some feminism right there LMAO

There are gonna be tons of people who will respect you for your preference nd SRS and will be like damn that's really cool but my heart breaks, sometimes, like the amount of lgbt people who perpetuate the same three ringed trans-people-are-pornhub-categories shitshow in a place they're parading as safe. Like it truly does feel like the half-baked offspring of misgendering, like well sure we can do all your pronoun crap but we think you owe us at least this. Like aren't ya'll supposed to be better about this bullshit? Trust no one!!! Lmao.

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fruitcakei · 11 months

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Holi + RoR Humans

There weren't any asks about this, but people really seemed to like my Holi + RoR gods hcs, so I'm doing humans! As usual quite long, so click at your own discretion! I only covered the ones in the anime thus far, but send me an ask if you want me to write for the other characters once they appear in the anime or English translation of the manga!

Jack The Ripper

In absolute shock

He grew up in 1800s London without the internet, so he heard a few things about other cultures, but generally very little and even less that was accurate

Everyone's so friendly and happy here! People are being so nice! Is this what other countries are like??

You'd have to explain a lot, and he'd be happy to hear all of it

Would have significantly increased interest in other cultures after this

Between the colors being thrown around and the array of strong emotions, the whole festival is a light show in his eyes

He never knew strangers could be so friendly with each other

Given the opportunity, you'll have to take him again some time

Would be hesitant to try the food simply because it's so different, but would enjoy it none the less

If the dead can get sick, though, he will be

Please stay with this smol bean and help him through it

May have to take a break or two to avoid overstimulation

It's hard for him to get used to the idea of throwing things at each other in a completely harmless manner, but the excitement eventually pulls him into it

He ends up seeing it as a lovely way to spread the colors he loves most with nothing but friendliness

You don't have to worry about him murdering anyone - why murder when there are already so very many colors?

He's not used to this odd dancing where people just kinda bob to the beat so he wouldn't get too into it

Will absolutely take your hand and pull you into an elegant free-style waltz in a less crowded space though

It's okay if you don't know how, he's happy to let you just follow his lead

Would thoroughly enjoy all the new and different architecture, music, and fashion

Once again, a bit shell-shocking, but still enjoyable

He'd soak up all the time he could walking around with you after the festival

Positively beaming while ya'll sit down for dinner

He'd absolutely take your hand at the table and give you his most earnest thanks

This will absolutely plant the idea in his head to show you foods and things he enjoyed most in life

He's not much of a baker on account of rarely having access to an oven, but he'll figure out some of the dishes he liked just for you

He'll be happy to relax and get some rest at home, but he'll be excited for next time

Kojiro Sasaki

Kojiro lived and died shortly pre-sakoku, so he's not too sheltered, but this'll still be a very new to him

He's not shy and very much enjoys being around people, even if his life in nature didn't always put him near them, so he'll be happy to see the crowd and be a part of the festivities

He'll happily learn the dances and look on them fondly later, even without really understanding them

The absolute look of confusion when someone decides to teach him the stanky leg

He'll keep doing it though, to the embarrassment of some and the tearful joy of others

He takes to the color throwing with ease and joy

Whatever activities are going on, he's going to enjoy them most with others, so he'll very quickly pick up either a group of locals or other tourists to hang out with

He's an absolute novelty to them with his neat tricks

You didn't even know someone *could* do that with color powder

You might have to remind him not to show them anything that'll draw too much attention

He'll absolutely be asking for their suggestions on stuff to do, things to eat, and things to see

After the festival starts dying down, the whole group will absolutely be hitting a bar

Throughout the entire day he'll be thanking you for bringing him here and giving him these new experiences

He can't help but pick up a few things to give you that he just found nice

These can range from clothes you'll cherish until they wear out to little commonplace trinkets that you've seen before and may even own, but they'll all be keepsakes because of the precious way he presents them to you

He looks like the sweetest most excited puppy dog, he's literally so happy to have found this thing to give to you

Please don't turn it down he'll be so sad

When it's time to go home he'll be a bit sad to leave all the fun

He'll totally perk up if you suggest that you two visit another festival or celebration another time, though

He really won't realize how tired he is until the both of you get home

Mans really went all out, he's gonna be sleeping like a whole log tonight

Adam, Eve, Abel, and Cain

You're not just bringing one, you're bringing the whole family

You thought any one of them would go without the others??? Nahhhh

They all love humans and wouldn't want to deprive their family of the opportunity to see how they're doing in the modern age

It takes a little convincing to get Adam and Eve to dress wholly appropriately, but they do

It actually takes a whole shopping trip in Valhalla, but you find some very stylish clothes that look positively lovely on all of them

You weren't able to get Cain to wear a complete shirt, though

Eve went out of her way to learn about cameras for just such an event and she's absolutely bringing one

By the end of the day there are gonna be so many pictures of architecture, scenery, people, and you and the family

Upon first arrival, everyone is very excited and happy to see such festivities

Adam will happily just watch his boisterous family, but he'll be smiling and sharing color with passers-by, chat, and join his family in dancing and such every now and then as well

Eve is mostly sticking by Adam and honestly isn't one for the loud music, but she'll still be up and dancing and throwing colors

Abel is mostly just dancing, making friends, and spreading color via magnificent bear hugs, having seemingly started this festival covered head-to-toe in a thick layer of powder

Cain is the reason Abel is covered in powder in the first place, and having gotten so much powder on him that it started coming off, he is now getting competitive with the other teens and the squirt guns

You better have good aim, 'cause you're definitely getting dragged into it

Don't be surprised if he sneaks up behind you, suddenly puts you on his shoulders, and goes on a run through a crowd

Adam and/or Eve will have to rein him in at some point

Probably right before he head-shots someone onstage

You might get to see disappointed Dadam

I hope you brought ponchos to protect the seats of your transport

This family enjoys the dancing, but not the boppy jumping people are doing - no, they're doing traditional dances learned in Valhalla

Both Adam and Eve will readily show you how to do them and tell you all about their cultural meanings

Of course, Adam is a curious person, so he'll be asking you about the music, the architecture, and anything else around in turn

Adam and Eve are most used to the food nature provides, so they're not as interested in the processed modern foods

Abel and Cain are excited to try the new foods

Especially Abel, being a foodie and general enjoyer of culture

He'll be happily sharing everything he likes with you

Cain's challenging him to an eating contest but he's gonna lose

Adam and Eve, being supportive parents and hoping to get the most out of the festival, will try the more appetizing things they pick out

None of them really wear clothing or accessories, so if any gifting happens, it's gonna be mostly trinkets, though not many

Though Eve might get you little accessories anyway

She doesn't like wearing clothes, but aesthetic appreciation isn't lost on her

Adam and Eve will be content to go home even before dark, but they'll also stay if you ask them to

If not, you can also just let them go and continue hanging out with Cain and Abel

It might be a little hard to get Cain to go home before the next sunrise, though

Either way, everyone will thank you for bringing them along and remember the day fondly

Lu Bu

Not totally sure what this is about but agreed to it anyway

Good luck finding a white T in his size

From the moment you arrive the towering behemoth is attracting attention

You get immediate big dog privileges

If anyone did try anything with either of you he'd just scruff 'em anyway

As you walk around a bit he's just quietly absorbing all these new sights and the festivities

He gradually finds that it's a lot more than he expected it to be in a good way

It takes time for him to get used to it and he's still not totally sure about throwing colorful powder and water

As soon as he gets comfortable, though, it's like he's celebrating a victory with his army

Drinks, dancing, jokes, Lu Bu tossing people into the air - all the usual rowdiness of Holi kicked up a notch

He'll almost certainly hoist you up at some point to call a thanks for bringing him along

He'd also just hoist you up if you wanted to see the stage

You wouldn't think of him as much of a hugger but by the time ya'll leave you're gonna be the same color

He'll be drinking a lot during the celebration, and if you drink he'll have you drinking too

Ya'll will both be going home plastered if he has anything to say about it

Not on your dime, of course; neither of you is paying for a single drink

Your entourage are partying way too hard to care about their wallets

By the end of the night everyone's passed out drunk or stumbling home or to their transportation

Normally he'd totally sleep outside, but he won't do that in a foreign place with you in tow

If you're blacked out, he'd quietly carry you home

Do excuse him for being horribly hung over the next day

Raiden

Is very excited for this

I can't explain it but every cell in my body is telling me he's wearing gray joggers and a white crop top

A festival for love and colors? Absolutely

Will hit on every girl at the festival

Might hit on a few dudes too

Will be making many friends regardless

Raiden is also a very lorge guy who gives you big dog privileges, but he looks a lot friendlier

The kids around absolutely love him

Will also attempt to drink the entire festival under the table

Will be dancing and chatting and flirting, but also checking in on you now and then

How are you? Do you need a drink? Do you need to take a break somewhere quiet?

He's a bit protective, so if you need to take a break he's letting his new pick up group know he's taking a break and coming with you

If you need someone to watch your drink he'd do a damn fine job

His hand covers the whole top as it is, but if anyone looks sus he'd loom over them with a friendly, "Hi there (:" as a warning

Is honestly just enjoying the party and the scenery the whole time

Much hugs, will absolutely hang out near the stage with you on his shoulders

As tall as he is, he doesn't want to lose you, so he might just carry you through crowded areas

Mans could eat a horse and he's very excited to try all these foods, so he's visiting every stall

Naturally he's very eager to share everything with you as well

You'll have to be careful unless you want something really spicy, though - mans got a taste for the fire

As you walk around with food he's gonna want to know everything about the festival, the clothing, and where you are

He'll probably pick up a dhoti by the clothing stalls and might pick something out for you as well, though he's likely to wait until you get back to Valhala to give it to you

By night he'll be done partying and just want to enjoy the area with you

The best places to go would be a restaurant or a quiet area with a good view so you could share a few drinks

He'd happily sit and talk about a million things there with you until you were both ready to go home

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seldomscilence16 · 9 months

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Voltron in "The Little Mermaid" Part 2!

Alright so I wanted to get 2/3 of it out in July cause ya know Julance, so it may be a little rushed but im having fun so thats nice. And this one comes with burnt out art! (By that I mean I gave up half way cause drawing is hard but its still cute.) Once again, thank you to @paracosm299 for being the backbone to this fanfic. And I hope everyone else likes it too! If I ever find a laptop that doesnt hate me and tumblr I'll link the three together. Until then, hopefully my tags might work for ya'll...

Also, if ya'll havent listened to the music from all three versions (cartoon, live action, broadway) youre missing out and they are referenced in this part. So minor spoilers for the Live Action! ("Shes in love" OBC is a bop I do so recommend it)

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Lance sprawls across one of the many rocks, chest heaving as he tries to slow his heart rate. His eyes roam what he can see of his collection, that familiar ache hitting him hard.

He just didn't understand.

Here, in the waters he's always known, he should feel a sense of home. And yet at every corner, he simply feels trapped, unable to even breathe without the threat of punishment for doing it 'wrong'. Instead of love and encouragement, he is crushed under rules, expectations, and this pressure to do something, but with no idea what that something is. He has a vague recollection of a woman, with deep brown eyes- the only real feature he can recall- saying so earnestly, it was almost prayer-like, that he was their future.

He still couldn't fathom what she meant. Lance, the future? Should he somehow outlive the Emperor, Lance would be taken down immediately, by those vying for the Triton. Sendak may drill his lessons and expectations into him daily, but Lance doubted very much he'd ever actually hold any power. The only future Lance can see, is either forever a decoration to the Emperor, or a trophy given to another. The very thought makes him shudder, but it's a reality he's long since acknowledged.

Lance was no future. Lance was not free to be a future. Lance was simply... a dressed up prisoner.

For every gadget, gizmo, whosit, whatsit, and thingamabob Lance found, for every glimpse of wonder, a longing grew. He wanted more than this, he wanted...

To be where the people are. To see them dance, to walk around on those... those... feet! To run along streets, to stay all day under the sun's warm rays, wandering free... was it so much to wish to be up there with them? He hasn't much to give, but he wonders idly, if he were offered a chance, would he give what was asked in return readily? To live out of these waters, for even just a day to spend warm on the sandy beaches.

Coran has since crawled from his own little crevice, watching him with worried eyes,

"I bet you up there, they understand, that they don't reprimand your every move, that they see you for who you are. Im... I'm sick of swimming with an anchor strapped to my fin. I want to stand, free... is that so much to ask Coran?"

"No child, to be free is not something that you should have to pay for." And the emotion in the man's voice has tears of his own burning in Lance's eyes.

"I want to know everything, ask them my questions and get some real answers. Like, whats a fire and why does it, what's that word?? Burn! When will I be allowed to do something for me?" Lance swims through his treasures, towards the small hole at the top, reaching towards the surface he's forbidden from breaching, "I'd love to explore that world up above... out of the sea, I just... I wish I could be a part of a different world... I know that makes me terrible, but... I'm so tired..."

Lance stares at the barest glimpse of the moon before it's covered, casting a shadow that's dispersed by bursts of colored light.

"What in the Seas?"

"Wait, Lance my boy, it's not safe up there, not tonight!"

But Lance ignores the octopus, for probably the first time, making his way towards the surface before he can stop himself, breaching it fully for the first time. Loud popping sounds assault his ears, and debris splashes around him, before him a little ways, is a large ship with joyous music playing. Lance looks around, maybe for a sign to turn back, but finds none, something almost seems to be... pulling him, calling him, towards the Ship. He navigates past the debris, until he comes to the side of the ship where smaller ones hang. It takes him a moment to pull himself up and into it, arms straining as he tries to remain quiet.

There's a small gap that allows him to see the occupants, and a smile graces his face as he watches them dance. They throw each other around and slam their feet, and play instruments and drink. And just when Lance thinks it can't get any better, they start to sing.

It wasn't as melodic as the songs of his people, or as hypnotic or power filled as the royal siren songs. And yet, Lance couldn't look away. To think that just as his people feared and hated humans, Humans too, feared his people. They were so different, but at the same time, not so different at all.

One of the humans, seemingly younger than the rest, was on the edge of their celebration. The bright- and loud- lights in the air illuminated his face, eyes shining just so, like where water and sky meet. He's pulled aside by a taller man, who has a scar over his nose and a tuft of white hair laying on his forehead. They come close enough for their voices to drift to Lance's position, and he ducks away from the opening until only his eye is seen.

"Keith, you know we have to go back." The taller one says, sounding apologetic.

"Shiro it's my birthday, please let me have this one day not to think about that place." The shorter one- Keith- responds.

"You know Kolivan will be coming over to lecture you soon. The late King-"

"Wanted me to be trapped inside the castle for the rest of my life, isolated on our island home, never to do anything new because he had some crazy notion that that would keep us safe." He sighs, leaning heavily on the railing and staring off into the distance, the furry creature lays at his feet, staring at Lance curiously. He buries a hand in his fur with a smile. "I feel like the ocean is calling to me Shiro, I'm not afraid of it, I want to explore."

Lance feels a sort of resonation, like he's looking in the mirror once again instead of at a human. Someone who sees a future, and is ready to make it himself...

A crack of lightning lights up the sky, violent and sudden as the ocean rises up and crashes against the ship.

"Storms coming in fast! On your toes!"

Lance jumps into the waves before he can hear more, he needed to leave, there was no telling if this was Posiedon or Sendak-

"Keith!"

Lance's eyes flash back to the ship, to Keith holding the fluffy creature and throwing him as the ship is alight and collapsing. Lance curses in his head, diving below again to help, guiding him to the calls of the people in the little ships. When he comes up again, he sees no sign of Keith and a panic he can't describe grips his heart.

He dives again, dodging wreckage as the ship sinks, swimming through the harsh currents in search for a splotch of red. His distress rises with each moment, movements quick and jerky, until finally, finally, he sees it. Unmoving except for his slow descent, arms raised like even in unconsciousness he's reaching for something. As Lance draws closer he sees the cut along his jaw, the ripped clothing, smaller injuries, and he's sure bruising will form.

Hooking his arms under Keith's own Lance drags him to the surface. It's an effort to keep the human's head above the waves as the storm rages on, but Lance wont let him drown, not while he can do something about it. He heads inland, praying to any God that will listen, that the human survives.

Even if it means his own demise when he returns to Atlantica.

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The sand is dry and coarse, but warm under the morning sun's rays, as he tugs the waterlogged human far enough from the lapping waves. His hand shakes as it hovers over the still form, the cut on his cheek still leaks blood, his pale skin taking on a sickly pallor, before he can really think twice, his voice rises from somewhere deep. A careful melody fills the air around them, a glow encompassing his own form as he finally places his hand to Keiths chest.

It takes longer than he'd like for color to return to his cheeks, one now marred with a scabbing scar. A groan leaves his lips and Lance's relief is palpable, despite the exhaustion that settles into his very bones. He wants nothing more than to lay here, but he knows better. Shouts reach his ears, and with a reluctance he cant place, he returns to the sea, hiding behind a rock a ways off.

He watches as a group of humans surround Keith, who seems at least semi-coherent now, watches as they make off towards their own settlements.

"I don't know what this feeling is. I don't even know how I know, but... something changed. I've found the world I want to be a part of..."

Lance watches until they've vanished from view, a pull stronger than ever before, calling him towards a human with inky hair and deep eyes, to a future he'd never thought of.

If he lived past sunset that is.

...

Allura practically falls on his head, Coran wrapped around his arm only a second behind.

"Lonce! Where have you been!?" Allura is scanning his face, claws hovering, "Coran told me about the… thing… and then there was a storm and you were gone! We've been worried sick!"

"Im sorry, I just-"

"Don't even think about lying to me Lonce!"

Lance swears shes on the verge of tears, and he lets out a reluctant sigh,

"I…" he rubs his free hand over the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, "Rescued a human…" he mumbles.

"You did WHAT!?"

"No one saw me!" Lance is quick to defend, admittedly a little petulant.

"Shhhh!!! Sendak can not know about this!" Allura looks around in a panic, her voice hushed.

"Know about what?" A new voice asks from behind, nearly scaring Lance right out of his scales.

Flipping around Lance sees someone he hadn't in several years,

"Rachel?? What are you doing here? I thought you all weren't allowed at the gatherings anymore!" They clasp arms, exchanging smiles.

"Well, he wants info on our territory then someone has to come." Her grin turns sly, and Lance thinks there's more to what she says, but then again, it always seems like there's more when it comes to them. "So what's this I hear we aren't telling?"

"Nothing. Seriously guys, I'm already gonna get a lecture from Se- my father, I really don't need this right now."

He sees a bunch of Mers heading towards the reefs, decides that's a good way to delay the inevitable, and follows. Though of course he has company cause they dont give up that easily. And to continue his declining luck, four more mers to add to his growing entourage.

"Wow, look how big you've gotten!!" Lisa exclaims, looking close to pinching his cheeks like a Grandma- though Lance only knew this through observation of their pod.

"Lance has a secret!" Rachel blabs, leaning over his shoulder with far more excitement than necessary.

He groans, pushing her away as he joins the other mers in cleaning up the reef, a twinge of guilt in his gut despite the cause of the storm being from someone else's power.

"Oh, what, does Grumpy blob have a crush or something?" Marco teases, elbowing Luis beside him.

Lance grumbles as he fumbles with the debris hes moving, internally cursing himself at the gasps around him.

"So! You're acting fishy because you're up to your gills in love!" Rachel swoons backwards into Marcos waiting arms.

"Oh Dios Mios." Lance would love for a cavern to open up, right now, beneath him, please.

The only Mers who don't treat him like Sendak's property and he wants to throttle them.

"I see it now!" Luis exclaims, never one to miss out on a tease, the traitor, "he's dizzy, dreamy, head up in the foam! His eyes have got a gleam in them, like there's no one home."

"Someone get this boy a coastal shelf to mope on!" Lisa instigates, laughter in her eyes.

"He's moody as a snapper! As sure as a dogfish bites, someone’s made him lose his head!" Marcos' grin is as lopsided as he is, floating above Lance's head, he shoves him away, wondering if he should just retreat.

"Seriously guys flip off, it's not gonna happen." Lance heaves a larger piece off the side as gently as he can, frowning at the coral beneath, it would take a lot of song and time for these poor things to come back.

"Come on tell us who the deep-sea hunk is!" Rachel leers at him, eyebrows dancing, behind her Lance glimpses Coran and Allura, one has a look of concern, the other… well Lance can't quite identify Alluras look.

"There's no deep sea hunk." Lance turns away, seriously debating finding that shark again.

There's a long pause, but Lances hope of them giving up is crushed when Veronicas panicked voice breaks the silence,

"Oh no. Please, please no. Lance please tell me you didn't go and," She cuts herself off, looking around frantically before coming in closer with a low hiss of, "seduce a human?"

Lance gives an indignant squawk,

"I did not, seduce, anyone!"

"But there is a human??? Lance, what are you thinking? Liking human stuff is one thing, but this- Lance what are you thinking??" With hands on his shoulders to hold him still, Veronica levels him with a desperate look.

"Ronis right Lance, the human world is no place for us." Luis, like everyone else, has taken on a serious face.

And those expectations are back. Those heavy looks, so much weight pressing into his chest, and yet no clue what it is they want from him. What it is they think he needs to do. 'Youre the future, Lance.'

"I don't know what it is you think is up there Lance, but just take a look around you! Life under the sea is better than anything they got up there." Lisa takes on a lighter tone.

Lance knows what's coming, knows because he's been told before, has tried to convince himself, but something always comes to remind him why he wants to escape.

"I mean seriously, what more are you lookin for? Up there they work all day-'' Lance pointedly looks at the debris he's clearing and Marco is quick to continue, "they're slaving away under the sun's hot rays. While we get to float around down here all the time, nice and cool."

Lance wonders what they do in their territory, for all of Lance's collection, it's taken him years of little moments of free time to gather stuff, and honestly half of it was Coran and Romelle gifting him stuff.

"And you know what they do to fish on land, they're either in a bowl or," Rachel runs a finger along her throat with a harsh click sound, "on the plate. Just imagine what they'd do to us!"

"Not to mention, they can't possibly beat our rhythm." Luis sports a confident smile, but Lance remembers the song he'd heard on that ship.

As if on cue however, the reef comes alive with song. Healing waves of energy that quickly distracts the mers before him, and Lance takes his chance and bolts with them none the wiser.

He heads towards his grotto, needing some peace and quiet before his inevitable summons. He liked the McClain pod, they'd been around as long as he can remember, but they always left him feeling like he was missing something. Not that they weren't missing some major parts to his story too, but Lance didn't want them to know either.

He enters his grotto with a tired sigh, running on no sleep and brain still too busy and anxious for it to come anytime soon. He takes in his collection, hoping for some comfort or peace of any kind. Anything to stave off what's to come-

"So you've finally returned."

Lance flips around fast enough to make his head spin, there looming in the shadows of the entrance, Triton now glowing with power,

"My. son."

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Keith stalks through the halls of the palace, determined to find a ship, or a carriage, something so he can search himself. To find the boy who saved him, the one whose song rings in his head, the one who risked their own life to get him home alive.

"You aren't supposed to be out of bed yet."

He turns to see his mother, standing tall and regal, like the Queen she is, in the doorway to the dining hall. She eyes him, the bandage on his head, the scaring mark on his jaw, the unsteady walk of a sailor on land- and a waterlogged man who should probably be resting, maybe.

"I don't need rest, I'm fine." Keith wants to leave it at that, but of course,

"Join me for breakfast." She turns without his answer, not that he could turn her down.

They sit, eating quietly, but Keith is tense. He knows she wants to say more, but she takes her time, figuring out exactly what she wants to get across. After so many years away, only to return after news of her husband's passing, the two knew very little of interacting with each other. It was Kolivan and Shiro that kept them from having a bigger rift than they did.

"I don't want you going out there again. You need to be here, preparing for the throne."

Keith takes a breath, before he'll say something he'll regret,

"The boy who saved my life is out there. I'm going to find him-"

"Keith-"

Keith stands, chair falling behind him,

"I don't want to be king. I never have. I belong on the water-"

She slams her hands on the table, silencing filling the room,

"You are grounded. There will be no sailing, you will stay here and heal."

He stares at her, the woman who never cared to stay, who left his father to raise him. The woman who knew next to nothing of him, who wanted to trap him to this existence of walls and nothingness. He turns and storms out of the room, heading for the cliffs, anything to get away.

All he'd ever wanted, as a boy born on a ship but raised on an isolated island, was the open sea and sky, freedom that seemed so far from his reach. He was only able to grasp some semblance of happiness sailing on excursions to learn and trade, his brother- in all that mattered- right beside him.

And now, his soul tugs again, towards something- not quite new- but foreign in a way he'd never thought of. He's haunted, thinking only of a blurry memory of someone leaning over him, more of a feeling really, and a song he sings. A song that takes him, to places beyond his wildest dreams, to uncharted waters miles beyond the seas he knows.

Keith had been sure he was darkness bound, destined to drown at sea and never return home. Then, miraculously, he’s saved, pulled above the stormy seas and all the way to land, before being left alone, to stand on the shoreline while his mind remains lost at sea. He wishes only for him to be found again, so he can stop wondering about who he is, where he’ll be next, and to hear his song from the source rather than this echoing in his head. Someone somehow stronger than the undertow, yet able to glow silhouetted by the rising sun, to return him to land in only a night's time.

He won’t be able to get over this mystery, something- someone- so intriguing, there was no way he’d give up before it was solved. Somewhere, beyond where man can see, with eyes that outshine the horizon line, where they can face the unknown side by side. Whether on the shoreline where he was left, or where no compass or map can guide him, Keith would find this mystery boy, no one would stop him. It’d be easier, he’s sure, for this boy to find him once again, right where he was left, but good things aren’t always easy are they?

Throw whatever you have at me, wild uncharted waters, he’d face it all.

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Pairing: WereWolf!Joel Miller x You (Female Reader)

Summary: Looking back on how your life has turned out this far, you often wonder if you got more than you bargained for when finally finding your safe haven within the walls of Jackson. They have it all; food, shelter and electricity, but what else did you come to discover that lives within this thriving community? And how did that discovery change your life?

WC: 4.2k

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minor DNI. Not a whole lot of warnings here folks. Joel is still being an ass to reader. If you're squeamish about hunting, I would pass on this one as there are mentions of dead animals.

AN: Ooooh, ok ok ok. I'm liking the way I'm taking this story. I hope ya'll like the little twist in this chapter, but do not fret as all shall be revealed as the story unfolds. Much love, folks. ❤️

Watching the snowflakes landing on the tips of your fingers as you held your hand up in the air, you cherished the moment of peace and harmony you had being able to admire the fluffy white substance.

Misery, sickness and the chance of death is usually accompanied with the harsh winter months, but living within the safety and comfort of Jackson provides all the better and more appreciative qualities to winter - like admiring the pretty little snowflakes dissolving on your fingers.

A month has passed since you moved into Jackson, and although it was an adjustment at first trying to sleep without the need to be on constant guard, you have found your place within the community comfortably. Maria insisted that you take all the time you need to find work suitable to your skillset, but after thirty days of rest and settling in, you are finally ready to give wall duty a try.

How hard can it be? You guard the wall and if you see anything suspicious, radio call for backup. It sounds fairly simple and it's not like you won’t be prepared, you’ll have weapons and ammunition in case there's any trouble.

Wall duty sounds like easy work. You assume and smile at the sound of innocent giggles from behind you. Kids running rampant and playing in the snow, it was nice to see the young ones living the lives they should be and it made you wonder about your own childhood memories too, but they felt like a distant memory, bringing a pang of sadness for only remembering the turmoil and violence that this world gave you. “Next up!” The butcher yells, pulling you out of you away from the saddening revelation that you cannot the childhood you had before the outbreak.

Stepping forward and flashing Stanley a smile, the man didn’t always smile back but you cared very little as you lifted your sack of fresh kill off the slushy ground and placed it on his blood-stained table. Three rabbits - one of them white, which was a bitch to catch given surroundings - two ferrets, one badger, a squirrel and last but not least, a big meaty beaver.

Hoping to cash them all in for a nice chunk of tokens, you have your eye on a little ornament sitting atop of a stall down the road a ways. Maria set up a whole range of festive activities this week considering the snow only began last week. Activities such as setting up a street market during the daytime this week and next, then watching the kids decorate the large Christmas tree tomorrow evening before turning the lights on, as well as the winter themed cookout in the restaurant or the winter themed dance that’s being held in the church on Saturday night.

There was lots to do this week and it’s been busier than usual for everyone, including you, but first you wanted to try and get as many tokens as you possibly could to grab that little ornament and possibly a book from Ginny’s stall with anything regarding mythological creatures. You still haven’t solved the mystery of who the wolf is, but maybe now with a book full of information, you can find out who it is that saved your life that night in the forest. “I can give you twenty-five tokens for the whole lot.” Stanley cuts through your thoughts with his absurd offer.

“What?” You retort, shaking your head. “No way. There’s at least forty, maybe fifty tokens worth of clean kills here-” stopping yourself midway, you point to the white rabbit and cringe. “Yeah ok. Maybe this isn’t so clean but the rest are worth a lot more than twenty-five tokens.”

“Thirty tokens.” Stanley countered. His face was cold as steel and his voice emotionless, but you tried your hand at haggling with the man. Narrowing your eyes and standing a little taller, as if you could even intimidate a six foot tall middle aged man with an impressive white beard, you looked down to items and took the beaver away. “Okay. Twenty-five tokens it is, Stanley.”

The badger was lean and slim, much like the rest of the small carcases, but the beaver had been beefing up for the winter. A clean coat that can be used for pelts and a lot of meat on its bones, you know that this one is by far the best out of the bunch, and it’s the one that Stanley wants the most.

You almost broke your poker face when watching him stroke his long beard, looking down at the animals once more before looking up into your eyes. He was contemplating it. Although your expression remained blank, in your mind you were already cheering for your victory. “Forty tokens.” He broke and countered with his final offer. “But take the rabbits back. I have too many of them.”

“Deal.” Sealing it with a handshake, you swapped the beaver for the three rabbits and claimed your forty tokens. With a goodbye nod to Stanley, you finally allowed yourself to smirk with your victory, eliciting the man to huff before you walked away chuckling. It was indeed a great bargain. You now have three rabbits to barter and tokens to spend.

Heading for the restaurant first, you met Melinda inside and traded all three rabbits for a medium sized tub of beef stew with two fluffy oven baked dumplings. That woman knows how to cook and you know she’s going to whip up something real nice with those rabbits for the winter cookout, so everyone wins in this scenario. Keeping your tub of food for wall duty tonight, you placed it inside your bag carefully so as to not let it spill and continued down the street to buy your ornament and hopefully a book with answers about supernatural wolves.

After finding the ornament amongst all the others on the table, you pointed it out and handed twenty-five tokens over to the old woman minding the stall. Rather pricey yes, but it was worth every single token as you lifted it up to inspect closely. It was a cloaked woman sitting with the moon in her lap, looking magical and beautiful with her bronzed coloured skin, which paired well with the purple cloak tied together with leaves around the neck. The ornament itself was large too, just big enough to be placed at the centre of the mantle on your fireplace.

You’ve had your eye on this all week since the street market opened and it’s going to pair beautifully with your dreamcatchers hung on the fireplace. Crafting the dream catchers yourself, you plan to paint your concrete hearth black with little specks of white, to make it look dreamy like the stars above. Just little TLC touches you have made to make your house a home. After thanking the old lady for keeping the ornament for you, you then moved on to the next stall to find a book.

“Hey. Me again.” You laugh bashfully to Ginny with a small wave. She waved too, and smiled, but didn’t speak. Ginny doesn’t talk a whole lot and she is an exceptionally beautiful woman. The type of beauty that intimidates you, but you often wonder if she doesn’t know how beautiful she actually is. When she does speak, she is soft with her voice and a hell of a lot more shy than you.

Nominating her as the official bookworm of Jackson when seeing her collection of books for the first time, she spends more time reading than any other activity. A lot of young adults around Jackson are caught doing the usual rebellious activities, but Ginny doesn’t. She tends to hide away in her own comfortable little bubble.

Either that or she is just really good at not getting caught in those rebellious activities. These are just assumptions you’ve made after meeting her a handful of times and seeing her around town always by herself, but taking advantage of the mutual sheepish nature you both have, you enjoyed the quietness while browsing over the collection of books she was willing to give up.

There were a lot of educational books, but none regarding information around wolves, or fictional wolves, and the small selection of fiction were action and adventure, romance or children's books, thus causing you to hit a wall. Until you saw that Ginny had a little bag by her feet filled with more books. “Hey, Ginny. I’m looking for fantasy books, like fairy tales and folklore. Do you have any?” Looking down to that bag of hers while you asked, she nodded and lowered down the book she was engrossed with.

Lifting the bag up and rummaging around inside, she pulled out an old weathered book and your eyes widened with how thick it was, but seeing the title ‘The Bible of Mythological Creatures’ caught your attention the most. Information about a supernatural wolf would certainly be in there, and you had to have that book. Whatever the cost. Wondering what that cost could be, you looked up to Ginny with a smile. “What can I give you for it? I only have fifteen tokens, but I’m guessing those are books that you don’t really want to give away.”

“Yeah, but I brought them along in case someone can offer me a good price.” She shakes her head, but rolls her lips in thought for a solution. “How about you give me fifteen tokens and an extra ten everyday this week? I don’t want to go beyond the walls hunting or scavenging things for tokens, but I would like to buy something from another stall.”

“Yes. That’s perfect.” Nodding to her, you handed the tokens over and took the book, promising that you’ll be back tomorrow. “Thank you, Ginny. I won’t let you down.” You already had ideas on ways to repay her for this. As well as hunting for more animals, you could bring in some supplies and get more tokens. Sixty-five tokens for one book may be high, but you like Ginny and appreciate that she was willing to put her trust in you to pay her back everyday.

Saying goodbye to her and turning to leave, you accidentally bumped into someone's chest. It was like a brick wall, strong and sturdy, causing you to stumble a little. “I’m sor-” You were about to apologise, but lost the ability to speak as it was Joel Miller looking down at you through half lidded eyes. Tommy was there too but you didn’t take notice of him just yet as your sole focus was attached to the way Joel's chest puffed out with an annoyed sigh. With one raised brow, his jaw clenched as he maintained your eye contact, staring at you with disgust.

Jesus. Settle down, it was an accident. Scowling at the man for his actions, your facial expression spoke for you as Joel shakes his head with a tut and moves past you, purposely brushing your shoulder. “Hey Y/N, how’yer doing?” Now you finally noticed that his brother was there, and the sound of his voice greeting you halted your urges to confront Joel.

“Hi, Tommy. I’m doing okay and you?” Replying to him nicely, you can’t say you ever have the same tone of voice for his older brother. Joel still doesn’t trust you, he still believes that you’re working for the bandits, which is just ridiculous. A whole month has passed and the man can’t seem to understand that you’re not a threat to Jackson. This is your home now, and he has to get used to it.

“All prepared for your shift on the wall later?” Tommy asks. You liked that he made an effort to talk to you, unlike his brother who was currently muttering something under his breath over your shoulder. ‘Mistake’ is all you could make out, and simply because Tommy told Joel to knock it off, you know that his comment was aimed at you. Oh how your blood boils because of one man. “I’m all set, Tommy. Thanks.” You smile, ignoring his brother's mumbling. “See you later.”

Tommy returned the goodbye, but as you walked away, you heard the man reprimanding his brother for the way he talks to you, and that kept the smile on your face. It felt good to have someone in your corner, especially the leader of Jackson's husband. Those accusations about you working for the enemy had somehow spread around the community and it didn’t take a genius to know who it was that started it.

Maria and Tommy snuffed out those rumours immediately, reassuring their residents that you aren’t working with bandits, but you still get sceptical looks from others. That’s Joel’s handy work. He simply couldn’t accept that you aren’t the enemy and took it upon himself to make others believe that you are too, but you’ll show him and the community of Jackson that you are one of them.

Tonight you’re going to breeze through your shift on the wall and show everyone that you can play your part in protecting them, that you’re a part of this town and you’re here to stay.

*tick tick tick tick*

Sighing as you look at the watch on your wrist, it’s just gone four seconds past midnight and your shift on wall duty has dragged exceptionally slow thus far.

Underestimating just how boring this job would be, you’re glad that you brought some things along to keep you entertained. You ate the beef and dumplings as soon as you started four hours ago, and are now enjoying a snack while reading through The Bible of Mythological Creatures, where you also underestimated just how many mythical creatures there are.

Considering zombies are a part of mythology and infected people with the same characteristics roam this world now, you’re wondering what else in this book could be true. If werewolves are real, then are banshees, vampires and hellhounds real too? I hope not. You think to yourself upon remembering the creatures you’ve seen in this book so far.

Although this chapter of the book was full of information, there was too much information from too many sources for you to narrow down your search. There were traces of wolves dating back centuries from all over the globe in many different cultures, each with different origins and explanations, however there were a few points that were consistent throughout. A lycanthrope is either born from a cursed bloodline, or they’re bitten, but who? You ask yourself before lifting your head from the book and gazing across the open plains outside the walls.

Who in Jackson could have been bitten or born into the bloodline? And if they are born into it, are there more? Most of the community are families, what if there is a whole family of werewolves living inside these walls. You had too many questions unanswered and no one to talk to about this. Who would even believe that you have seen a werewolf. What if it was just a regular wolf and I dreamed everything?

Self doubt got in the way during your thought process. You tried to think back on that fearful night one month ago, remembering any and all small details of that person you saw in the forest. After coming face to face with the wolf and you passed out from shock, you fought hard to open your eyes once more and watched that wolf shift into a human. The next time you awoke, you’re in a clinic room within Jackson, and that can’t be a coincidence.

Someone in Jackson brought you to the wall before scurrying off just in time for Joel to find you laying in the grass. You weren’t dragged there. You were carried. Carried by someone who is warm and strong. You remember feeling safe wrapped up in their arms, but it still brings the question on who that could have been. Joel crossed your mind as a suspect. His story sounded shady and he certainly fits the criteria of a werewolf being big, burly and mean, but that person who you saw in the woods didn’t match Joel’s features. That person was slim, and they were naked too as a matter of fact. Probably tore their clothes from the shift, you assume.

Crossing Joel out but keeping him in mind for an associate, you suspect he knows about the wolf or maybe even knows who it is, hence his problem with you. You’re curious and you know too much. That’s why Joel is an asshole. Either that, or he is just an asshole for the fun of it. You’ve done nothing wrong to the man and you’ve seen the way he is with others. Politely spoken, caring and compassionate, but you don’t receive any of that treatment, which further emphasises your assumption that Joel knows about the wolf. He has to.

Looking back down to the book upon feeling your brain spiral out of control, you licked the tip of your finger and turned the page, but gasped in horror at the images in front of you. Two soul piercing eyes glowing amber from the page reminded you of the wolf's eyes that you saw and you slammed the book shut. They felt familiar. Too fucking familiar. Like you’ve seen them before.

Deciding to give reading a break for now, you focus your attention on your job and look for any anomalies along the wall, however you caught something moving in the corner of your eye. It was something grazing along the tree line, but it was too far to see. Grabbing the long rifle that Tommy loaned you, you lifted it up and looked through the scope. The hairs on the back of your neck stuck up like tendrils as you immediately thought of the wolf, but it couldn’t be. Wolves don’t have antlers. Those are some big antlers too.

Narrowing your eyes, you watched the animal closely while reaching for your radio. Mark was on wall duty tonight too, but he was further along the wall in post two. You want that animal, it’s gonna provide those sixty five tokens for Ginny, maybe even more. “Hey Mark, answer me a question.” You say into the mic then wait for an answer, and when he came back asking what your question was, you clicked the button once more to speak. “I got a big buck in my line of sight. Will you cover for me while I go out and get it?”

“You sure you don't want me to go out there and get it for you?” The man offered, bringing a smile to your face as you contemplated it. Honestly, that sounded a lot better. Mark is bigger than you and stronger too, he’d have a much easier time bringing the buck back, however the shot is going to draw attention and you need to warn Maria beforehand. “Yeah, I’d like that if it isn’t too much trouble for you, but first let me check that it’s okay with the boss.”

“Yes. That should be fine, but I’ll stand by for confirmation that Mark is back safe.” Maria answers after you explain your plan to kill and capture the animal. Understanding her need for reassurance of yours and Mark's safety, you lined up your shot first and gave a warning through the radio before firing. The sound whipped across the land before you like a boomerang and you heard the thud of the bullet landing from all the way out here.

Reporting every step to Maria, you watched Mark climb down from his post and sprint across the field towards the trees, however his voice then came through the radio with surprisingly good news. “Y/N, this ain’t no buck. It’s a moose. A big ass moose.”

“What? No way?” You reply, excitement of the news evident in your voice, but the thought of him struggling to bring the dead animal back crossed your mind. “Shit. Moose are big right? Can you manage it by yourself Mark?”

“I’m most likely gonna need a hand.” He admits, unashamed. Maria’s voice cuts through the radio next with a demand for you to keep him in your line of sight while she sends someone along to help Mark. Confirming her order, you did exactly as she asked and kept Mark in your line of sight while waiting for the help to arrive, however a second sight of movement in the treeline caught your attention and you flicked your rifle across to inspect it. Eyes widening with fear, you grabbed the walkie and yelled down the mic. “Mark run!!”

It was the wolf, running with speed directly for him.

Firing off a round and missing the wolf by a long shot, you ignored the pleas from Maria asking what’s wrong and abandoned your post to help. The man was already running across the field when your feet touched the ground below. He heeded your warning seriously and took zero chances on waiting to find out why he needed to run. Mark acted exactly like you expected him to. Like his life was on the line.

After catching sight of the wolf’s golden eyes over his shoulder, you kept on running and watched as they disappeared into the shadows. “Mark, go back and bring more help.” You yell while passing the man and picking up your speed. Maria’s voice came through on your radio again, and yet you still ignored her demanding pleas while approaching the treeline.

Just past the bush, you could see the moose laying on the ground, but beyond that was the wolf's tail swishing side to side as it trotted away. I knew I didn’t dream the whole thing. You think as you recognise the features on the wolf. Black furred and supernaturally big, it’s the same one you saw that night, and you know that there is a human inside. “Y/N, don’t you do it.” Another command came through your walkie. “Don’t you dare go inside. Wait for us to get there.” It was Joel demanding you to wait, and it was another demand that you ignored as you entered the treeline.

Who are you protecting, Joel?

Leaving the church in Jackson with your head hung low, you’ve just received the most humiliating reprimanding of your life from Maria for disobeying her command, and her brother in laws too.

You followed that wolf for a couple yards before the Millers caught up with you and escorted you back to the community. Though you persisted about following the trail that led to a dangerously big threat - a human that poses a great risk to Jackson if they should ever develop a desire to kill the residents - Maria and Tommy didn’t believe that it was a supernatural wolf. It was just like you guessed it would be. They thought you were crazy.

Joel however, his actions throughout the whole ordeal only confirmed your suspicions. Not once did you mention werewolf, or else people will really think you’re crazy, but he did that on his own accord while belittling you for your actions tonight. A slip up maybe? Joel definitely knows who it is, and he is certainly protecting their identity, but even though you were feeling ashamed after the man managed to turn everyone against you, your hunger to find the truth didn’t waver.

Leaving the church with a plan of action in mind, you’ve been investigating this the wrong way. Joel is your lead suspect. He will lead you to the wolf, and then you can prove to Maria that there is a bigger threat here in Jackson other than your ‘disobedient nature’, but it was as if the man himself knew you had a plan as he followed you out of the church, telling you to get your shit together. You just have to get one more word in, don’t you Joel?

“Why?” Halting your walk and turning around, the temptation to bite back took over your ability to restrain yourself, and even Joel looked surprised that you retorted. It caught him off guard, yet he narrowed his eyes with the faintest smirk on his lips. “Why?” He repeats your words, perching both hands to his hips while raising one brow. You’re not dumb, you know he’s giving you a chance, a chance to keep quiet and walk away but you’re way beyond the realms of rage to do that now.

“Yes, why should I get my shit together?” You smile. A genuine teasing smile with enjoyment in your tone. “Especially when I know what you’re trying to do here.”

“And what do you think it is that I’m trying to do here, huh girl?” Joel grumbles, his tone of voice deep, but underlined with your last warning to back out, however you know you’ve got under his skin. Really got under his skin this time, not like before where he was using intimidating tactics to get you to back off from finding the truth, which would work on others if they were in your same predicament. But not you. You’re done with being afraid and defenceless. And Joel will soon come to see that. Not answering his question, you left the man standing in the street with only a wink before turning to make your way home.

A small gesture that lets him know without a need for words that you’re onto him and you will not be getting 'your shit together'.

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I saw a Goddess Part 3

(Ya'll remember how fukin weird Monty was when he first interacted with Earth? Cuz I don't~)

Monty couldn't breathe as 'her' fingers trailed up his neck, pulling at his skin, her blue eyes staring into his. When he talked all that came out was a muddled garbled sound and bubbles flew out of his mouth. She smiled and responded in a language he didn't understand. Suddenly the gold and orange creature was back, pulling her away from Monty, the smaller ones tail beat strongly and a net was in their hand, it wasn't until the new one turned to look at Monty did he get a good look at them, Suns white eyes and black pupils stared at him blankly.

Sun wrapped the net around him quickly, but instead of being dragged up to the boat the net pulled down, dragging Monty deeper and deeper as the two watched him. Monty struggled against the net, struggled to breathe- his limbs felt heavy and he couldn't get a good grip on the net.

Something screamed in his ear.

Monty sat up quickly, sucking in much needed gulps of air, his alarm clock screamed at him- Why the hell did she set it up for 3 in the morning?- Monty slammed their fist on it and the annoying noise stopped with a whine. The sheets clung to him, sweaty and gross, ugh she needed a shower.

Wasn't she supposed to be doing something?

Monty flung the sheets off of their body and scrambled to find new clothes for the day. They glanced at the stack of bracelets, a pink one, a yellow one, and a blue one sat innocently together. Monty sighed, she would pick after his shower.

Something about water...

OH SHIT-

How could Monty have forgotten?! Skip the shower, he could take it later. Monty quickly pulled their pants on and grabbed a tank top, snagged all three bracelets and shoved them in her pocket. they would pick later.

They had to find Earth. Monty mumbled the name, shoving his sunglasses on, the word had always felt... well, like a word. But now, it wasn't just a word, it was a name. He had a name for her now, they weren't crazy or losing it! He had a name for her. She existed.

Monty grabbed their keys and a long thin rope. Go time.

Monty swallowed thickly as the water ahead slapped against the rocks near his feet, they had tied the rope to a nearby tree and the other end of it to herself. The water lapped at his feet, dark and demanding, her stomach tied into knots and then knotted those knots. Monty started to feel sick as he stared at the offending water.

"You know, that might not be the best way to learn how to swim"

Monty jumped at the voice, and looked around for its owner, Monty inhaled sharply as he stared at Earth sitting a little ways away on a large rock, "Sorry" she said, gods above her voice was beautiful, "Its not right to stare, but I guess I couldn't help it, you look so different from what I'm used too seeing"

She looked different now, for one she had legs- Her skin was the same color as Suns, or well- colors, like Sun, she had vitiligo, halving her face almost perfectly, save for a few stray specks over darker skin. Her hair was still the same, puffy and white. She still had the same perfect sky blue eyes as before.

"Are you alright?" Earth cocked her head and her hair fell over her shoulder like a water fall. Monty mentally slapped themself and closed his mouth.

"Y-yeah... 'm fine" Smooth Montgomery, smooth. "Names M- onty" Ah yes, stumble over your words, that'll really get a girl. Relax, you're meeting a mythical creature for the first time (Second time? Did the first time count?), Sun, Moon, and Lunar are probably also said mythical creatures... What else did they keep from him?

Did they have a giant octopus dad? Ya' know what? Some questions are better left unanswered.

Earth smiled kindly at him and hopped off the rock and slid into the water, it only really went to her shins, but Monty could see specs of green crawling up her legs as she walked toward her, "my names Earth, its nice to meet you! I like your glasses"

"Huh? Oh! These things? Heh, thanks" The two stared at one another for a moment, gods this woman was tall- "I like yer hair- Momm- Earth. I like your hair, Earth"

"Oh, thank you!"

Shit- what now? Conversation starter- "Are you alright?" Earth asked again, "I know the first time we met... Sun told me that, you can't breathe under water, I'm sorry I misread the situation" Earth fidgeted with her hands, tapping her index fingers together in a way that Monty had seen on TV before.

Ah shit- "Nah Yer fine, I was uh... seeing how deep the water went" Yeah that'll work.

"Didn't you get knocked off the boat? That's what Sun said" Or not-

Monty barked a laugh, "Y- yeah well... yeah I fell off the boat, I'm all good now though" Earth smiled again and glanced at the rope.

"What was that for?" Oh yeah, tell her how you were about to go swimming to look for her like a fuckin' creep.

"I was looking for... my bracelets" Ah sure, that'll work. Monty fished their bracelets out of their pocket, "Found em" Earth didn't looked convinced.

"Did you loose them in the water?"

Shit- "Yeees?" "Wouldn't you be all wet from being in there? Besides I don't think that rope is long enough to get to where you fell in the water..." Curse her sound logic.

Monty sighed and scuffed their foot on the rocks slowly, "I- I was lookin for ya" Earth smiled kindly.

"Well, you found me"

Monty barked a laugh, "Yeah, I guess I did".

@lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety

#sun and moon show #sun and moon show earth #I saw a Goddess Au #monty and foxy show #monty gator and foxy show monty

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gremlin-bot · 1 year

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Wip Wednesday (but a day late)

This is part of my wip for Growth of Trial and Error. This is a fic connecting another two of my one shots. This is not edited to my usual standard but it's pretty close. I'm still working on ship week stuff so this is on the back burner for a bit till I finish that.

ya'll can use this post to ask question and shit in the tag or comments.

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Danny and Tim have been dating for a little over a month and a half. In that time they have tried to have a date night once every week… It ends up once every two weeks with random visits for a cuddle date. Danny blames the Observants and Gotham rogues for being bitches. There's only so many times that the restaurant they have reservations at somehow gets hit in an attack before they just give up on restaurants all together.

This is one of those cuddle dates. Danny was laying with his eyes closed on Tim's couch with a star pattern blanket wrapped around him. He's waiting for Tim to get back to back with popcorn so they can watch the Knives Out movies. Why would Tim want to watch murder mysteries when he literally helps solve crime as his nightly activities Danny would never get, that being said he had no room to talk. He himself often fights ghosts for fun now. It's good stress relief from royal duties.

Speaking of royal duties, Danny was sick of paperwork and meetings. Being Ghost King was one almost useless meeting after another with even more useless paperwork to go with each one. He swears, if the Observants ask for another meeting about making more court trials he will find a way to revive them from never being alive and end them himself. All that doesn't matter at the moment because he has a tired boyfriend to cuddle, once he stops taking so long in the kitchen.

Danny opens his eyes to see Tim with a small loving smile on his face. One that Danny can't help but return.

"Aww, it's almost like you got flowers in your lungs for me again!" Danny teases

"Hey! You have no room to talk, Mr. Blood Blossoms!" Tim's blush only gets worse with Danny's light laughter.

"Yeah, yeah and I'll never live that down." Tim rolls his eyes at the pun. Why did he have to bring another person who likes puns into his life, wasn't Dick enough. Danny lifts one side of the blank.

"Come on sweetheart, get in here." Now how can Tim say no to that? Tim sets down the popcorn and the veggie tray Bruce insisted they have. Tim dives into Danny and settles in for a good old murder mystery.

They get half way through the first movie when things go wrong.

"God these guys are assholes, you'd think that after hearing one person getting excluded they would worry about the possibility of it happening to themselves!" Danny says, grabbing a handful of popcorn from its bowl.

"I hate that I've met people like this at galas." Tim groans.

"I hope they crash and burn. Marta deserves the inheritance at this point." Danny ends his point by popping pieces of popcorn in his mouth.

As the scene on screen changes, so does the one in Tim's living room. Danny really can't have a nice day off.

A ripping sound is hard over the cacophony of the TV. A portal to the Infinite Realms appears next to it, effectively ruining their cuddle date night. As the Observant floats out into the living room, Danny can't help but feel like he is forgetting something.

…Oh, oh no.

Danny realized what he forgot to tell Tim.

He is the ghost king and Tim has no fucking clue.

Oh Ancients, Tim is going to kill him a second time. That's a future Danny problem, present Danny has to handle an Observant with an uninformed vigilante boyfriend laying on top of him.

Tim has yet to move as he is in his civvies but Danny can feel him tensing. Danny pins Tim to his chest with his arms. The newly added pressure is hopefully comforting. Danny makes a soft rumble from his core. A signal to Tim that everything will be okay, he still doesn't relax.

The Observant was impatiently waiting for Danny's acknowledgement. It doesn't wait long, not because Danny answered but because it ran out of the little bit of patience it had in the first place. The mutual disdain the Observants and Danny hold for each other is great, but Danny will always commit more than the Observants. So yes, Danny could make this easier for himself and Tim, but no. He has principals!

"King Phantom, us Observants wish to schedule a meeting with you regarding the court-'' the eyeball in a sad imagination of jello didn't get to finish its request. It got cut off by Danny's sigh.

"If it's about the same thing as before, no. As stated in the Court Acts section 12a, you can't give out Court hearings without proper approval by an Ancient and myself. Nor can a trial proceed without a pre-approved Ancient or ghost of similar position from outside the Observant branch." Danny's blank stare fixed itself on the unwanted goo encased eyeball, daring it to rebuttal.

"Yes, of course King Phantom. I will tell the others." The Observant grits out. Its goo flesh scrunching in a poor imitation of a disgruntled face. It rips open a portal to the Infinite Realms and leaves without further pestering.

Danny lifts his arm. He can hear Tim's mind trying to piece together what happened.

"Hey, Tim? Beloved? Are you good?" Danny is starting to think that this might have broken his boyfriend. It's been a good 30 seconds since The Observant left and Tim hasn't moved. Maybe he's rebooting? As Danny is pondering the mental state of the man he's supposed to be cuddling, said man decided to roll off of him landing in a crouch.

Tim looks Danny in the eyes and says with all his heart, "What the fuck, Danny?!"

Oh Danny might be a little fucked.

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Tim is going to kill and revive his boyfriend for a second time, if he doesn't explain right now.

"So, I may have forgotten to tell you something important." Danny placates.

"Oh! What gave it away? The probable high powered ghost that portaled into my living room and broke the TV in the middle of our date, or the fact you responded to them with higher authority!" Tim's sass is amplified by the TV blinking to life and giving a static scream.

Danny breathes in through clenched teeth, face slightly scrunched. It was adorable, making it hard for Tim to stay upset. "I'm sorry Tim. I didn't mean to keep anything from you. I just forgot you didn't know already and I just don't talk about it by default, you know. I'm not used to not being around my parents and they don't know about any of-"

"Danny, hun, you're starting to ramble. I know how it is with your parents but please explain now.”

“Sorry. I’ll start at the beginning. So, you know how I told you how I became a teen hero after my half-death.”

“Yeah…” Tim switches from crouching to sitting on the floor, eyes squinting at Danny with suspicion. He doesn’t like where this is going.

“So, there was this one time my town was pulled into the infinite realms by the old ghost king. So I had to fight him. I won in the end but, Oh the consequences of these actions."

"Oh no."Tim said quietly, reeling at the possibilities of what the downfall of a king could be.

"Fun fact, the right to the throne is earned through trial by combat. It would have been fine if not for the Realms showing affection for me. You can't argue with the semi-sentient realm between realms." Danny sighed.

“Semi-sentient in what way??! How did it show affection for you?? What do you mean it would have been fine??" What exactly was Danny involved with? Tim thought it was just ghost wrangling. He knew he should have tried harder to contact Constantine about ghosts. Doesn't matter at the moment, nothing could have prepared him for this.

"I don't know how but the Infinite Realms are just like that. It might have to do with the fact that it's where all the dead end up, so technically all lands of the dead, but I just work there." Danny shrugged, all too used to the Infinite Realms' brand of being.

"Danny, Alnilam, my dearest boyfriend, I mean this with my entire chest, what the fuck?" Tim lets his head slump into Danny's arm. He was done for the day and the next two after that. He just wants to watch some murder mysteries with Danny and deal with the Ghost King shit later. It was the first day off of both Wayne Enterprises and any major case he had in weeks.

The TV's static increased in volume for a moment before setting down, as if mocking him. He side eyes the TV.

"Sweetheart, if you stop glaring at the TV and give me like 5 minutes, I can fix it." Danny lightly chuckled.

"Fine, I want to see if I'm right about what is actually going on." Tim knows who did it, he's just waiting to be proven right.

"Hey! Don't spoil it!! Not everyone is a smartass." Danny sheds the blanket as he stands, "Are you going to join me on the couch when I'm done, or are you brooding?"

"Yeah, yeah, and here you are calling me a smartass." Tim rolled his eyes. Switching from the floor to the couch, stealing Danny's blanket in the process. He's allowed to be a bit petty. It's what he deserves after this ordeal and the ones to come when they talk in depth, but that's for later. Right now, he gets to go back to watching murder mysteries with his boyfriend.

#wip wednesday #dpxdc #Petals and Arrays of The Dead and Those Yet To Be #writing wip #it's a 5 + 1 fic :)#Is this wip like a 3rd of the doc rn? yes.

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teruwasright · 1 year

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Hay y'all I decided to finally make and explanation post to my absences- TwT

Well I joined Tumblr to interact with the TBHK fan base and share my thoughts on the series and new chps. It was fun until it wasn't and wasn't good for me. Checking Tumblr would make me extremely anxious and stress me out because I hated seeing people get shut up and I hated being shut up and not listened to. I wish I could have a nice conversation that people would mutually disagree and agree without fighting but that's hard to come by in this fan base especially when you have it feels like the opposite opinion of EVERYONE.

So I stepped away from the fan base.

And I've never been better ^^

I feel a lot better about my opinions and enjoying the series in general. The fan base killed MitsuKou for me pretty hard because I hated seeing every single new chp people talking about how they don't care what happens as long as Mitsukous canon- I know some are joking but seeing it so much just made me get sick of it- being away from all that I've been loving MitsuKou again especially these newer chps ^^ (there so cute)

And that goes with everything else too. On top of that my mental health just has been shit lately- that's personal and I'm not gonna share much it's just been rough lately.

I hope to post more soon when I'm ready to fully come back but for now I'm taking my time.

but if some of you guys wanna know what I've been up to I'm much more active on Instagram tho I'm posting my dolls there- I've been waiting awhile to finally start posting my dolls and finally have been so if ya'll wanna know what I'm doing there I'm larry_the_goose ^^

I'll come back eventually tho I won't promise anything but I will be back lol especially with the new chps of TBHK I have a lot of hopes and worries to talk about lol I'm just taking it slowly

#tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #hanako kun #idk lol

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fervency-if · 7 months

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You're such a kind soul😩Your words are healing my parent's issues(💀'cus it's both of them). Thank you for being so welcoming. Somehow, talking to you feels like I'm talking to a famous person😂I mean, in a sense you are famous, don't know how many readers you have but in my mind is a headcanon that you're known among the IF community.

Talking about our dear Elan, I saw that you updated the game🥰I'll play it as soon as I finish this message, I'm missing him rn😔I was romancing the Psysichian in my second playthrough, but as as soon Elan's deathbed scene comes up, I drop everything to save that man lol

Then I'll keep up supporting you guys💗I follow at least 12 IF blogs, I need to learn how to type faster if I plan on messaging all of you💀but the time I spend typing isn't nearly half the time ya'll spend writing those masterpieces🤌🏼

Is really nice, isn't it? Sometimes our names can tell a little something about us.

Oh! If you were in the Physician's shoes, what would do? Dying from plague really isn't a great way to go, but not everyone had the chance to say if they wanted the Nocturnal life for themselves since there's isn't much explanation before the bloodletting.

Kinda giggling now remembering Twilight because Edward spent 24/7 thinking about the dilemma of turning Bella, he felt as if he was condemning her soul to Hell😭

That's really impressive😮Writing is a skill that can be learnt and polished along the way, but I do think some people are naturally inclined to it. Is writing something you always liked to do?

I'm glad you're having fun with it, you're the author so you enjoying your story as much as your readers do is a must🥰

😔there you go again soothing my nerves in asking things, you feed your public way too good.

Oooh I see!I was quite surprised when Roswhen turned out to be a cannibal, I thought they would thirst for blood since I choose that option and was the one to bloodlett them. Kinda nonsense on my part since the Physician did the same with Aubrey and he turned to be a Cannibal lol

Hahah, a fun find indeed! Thank you for the bonus information, getting to know your characters and ideas has been quite fun 🫂

Oh! And I'd like to know, which one of your RO's would you romance? Since you like it so much making your audience thirst over the whole cast, let's turn the tables now🥸

Aah, right back at you, so are you! (Or bounce back, as our friend Elan would have said.) It's always nice getting asks from you! 🌸 (Aw...) Haha, ah, that is fun I must say! I am not one of the 'bigger names,' so to speak, but I definitely have more readers than I thought I would have, which, of course, is beautiful to me!

I'll put the rest of the reply below a cut, since it got long:

I hope you will enjoy spending some more time with Elan and the others - I bet he would be flattered to hear that people missed him! Oh, that's the 'trouble,' or how to put it, when a game has more than one love interest that one likes, isn't it! It doesn't always go as planned, haha! I certainly don't blame you!

That really is kind of you, to take the time to do that! 🫶 Hehe, aw!

You're right about that - sometimes little secrets, even, in a sense.

Oh, that's an interesting and tricky question, regarding what I would do if I were in the Physician's shoes... I would definitely want to be less secretive than her, that much I know; I would certainly try to be as upfront as I could from the start, and I would want people to be as well-informed as possible - not that it would be easy in certain situations, since many of her patients are delirious or actively dying without any time to think such a decision through. I would have too much of a bleeding heart to simply ignore the sick and go on with my day, even though the alternative isn't exactly ideal either...

Haha! I was unaware of that, I never read those books! Aah what a dilemma the vampires have...!

Aw, thank you! Yes, I have always been interested in writing; even before I learned how to read and write at age four, apparently I sat in my bed telling stories to my stuffed animals according to my parents, so it seems as if I have always wanted to get some stories out.

I feel very happy that I'm this motivated regarding my story - I think the fact that it's an interactive novel helps me combating writer's block since there are much alternative text and different ways to go; it's harder to find myself stuck when there is more to do, hehe.

You really are sweet! 🍀

I would say it made sense for you to be surprised about that even so, since it would have made a lot of sense for them to become a vampire, so I certainly wouldn't call it nonsense!

My pleasure - I'm glad you found it fun to read! 🫶

Ooh, let's see here! That's a tricky question in a sense, who I would romance, since I love all my character the same amount, but seeing this from an outside perspective, how I would have played the game if it wasn't mine and I didn't know what I know right now, thinking about the playstyle I would pick... I think I will have to say Aubrey, because I wouldn't be able to resist playing as an absolutely unhinged and ravenous character during my first playthrough, haha, just embracing each and every craving, and since Aubrey is and does just that, they would be quite compatible, my character and him... So chances are that his romance would come quite naturally to the sort of character I would amuse myself with!

#writing fervency

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leviticus101st · 7 months

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My Live Tweet thread of Gen:Lock

(I copy and pasted a Twitter Thread of my reaction to Gen:Lock. I'm more active on Twitter, so if ya want to see more from me, my @ is LeviJones101st)

I don't usually do this, but I decided to live tweet my watch through of Gen:Lock.

Let's see if this shit show was worth all the workplace abuse and fucking over of the Nomad of Nowhere.

Spoilers: I believe the answer is gonna be no.

Okay. Starting out and this is more of a small thing, but I've gotten really sick of Sci fi settings that always like showing off how super advanced they are by showing technology that does not look like it'd be used.

Like Dave and his girlfriend decided to take leave to visit his mom with……some kind of physical hologram?

Why? Why do this instead of just physically going there?

My nitpicking aside. This opener is actually really solid, establishing this mysterious threat that I totally didn't spoil myself on and making the main hero look likable.

"How did it get so close?!" Lady. If nome of you noticed that thing, ya'll would have fallen apart even if this Union thing wasn't around.

Okay, this opening episode was actually pretty good.

And….wooow that Theme Song does not match this kind of show. It's apparently a licensed song, which is just baffling to me.

They forced people from their other projects to rush their work on this show, they had a moral line not to force a rush job from Jeff and Casey Williams?

I mean, I'm happy for them not being forced to crunch out or anything, I just find it funny that's where they draw the line.

I like that Chase is actually taking all of this very well.

It's actually quite nice.

OH MY GOD! THEY SAID THE THANG! can I go home now?

Doc….I think they're meeting their future regardless……I mean the future is the time that isn't now…….so technically they'll never meet it.

Also, I do believe that people should grieve however they can……but Miranda is kind of an asshole. At least the lady in MoU said 'good to say ya again'

I actually really love Weller. He is just so casual about everything and I love it.

I'm actually getting into this show. It is a bit slow though, ESPECIALLY for an 8 episode season.

"Making soldiers out of children!" Lady. These are grown ass adults. We're these guys meant to be like teenagers originally?

WELLER! JUST TELL THEM THE SPY WASN'T COMPATIBLE!

Weller's speech about "making a difference" is actually quite nice.

I'm already halfway through S1 and while it's been slow going, I'm actually really enjoying myself so far.

Hey. They're saying the RWBY thing.

This Nemesis thing is actually pretty cool.

And the action is actually pretty solid.

Being in a digital space where you control the mech and can affect the mind and personality of the mech pilot is actually a very interesting concept.

I'm sure somewhere this idea was done before, but this is an interesting concept.

The Chase clone twist is actually very compelling.

"Your Deus Ex Machina!"

That's actually a very clever double meaning with the phrase, kudos.

It took us til the end of the season, but we finally got the genlocks in their promoted designs.

The designs do clash with the shows visual aesthetic, but they are actually cool.

Okay. Overall, this first season was actually pretty good.

I'll be watching the second season tommorow, since it's like 10:00 where I live and i have a cavity filling tommorow.

So if what I heard about Season 2 is true, ill be in for a double whammy of pain.

Got a cavity filling and I can't feel the left side of my mouth.

Sounds like the perfect condition to watch Gen:Lock S2. I might be out of it, so maybe there won't be much live tweeting.

Hopefully, people were just overexaggerating how bad it is and it's just okay at worst.

Though I doubt it given what I've heard.

Okay this theme song matches the show better……but honestly this one just sucks.

And immediately it's clear that it's a different person writing for the show.

"Kazu is just whining" no, he’s not. You're just being childish Chase.

Aside from some awkwardness with the new creative team, this first episode was actually pretty solid.

Are they…….are they trying to make the Union look like they were in the right?????¿

Also, a good showcase of why you can't just stretch something into a 16:9 screen format

The Union:

Did the priest dude just use a deadass evil switch.

Wow, they really are tying to present this as a grey on grey conflict, aren't they?

Oh my lord they are.

OH WOELW! THAT SEX SCENE JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!

It was a literal sex scene jumpscare.

Hmmmmmmm. I wonder if the Union, the guys who committed mass Terrorist actions, make machines that are over the topply evil, and took over the world, are the good guys.

Yasamin is the only character making sense in this damn show.

"They were so peaceful!" NO THEY WEREN'T! WE SAW GROUPS OF PEOPLE COMMITING SUICIDE! THERE IS NO RELIGION ON THE PLANET THAT ENDORSES IT!

HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN FROM A RELIGION FUSION DANCE ANYWAY?!

Cammie girl, lass, my sister in christ….YOU LITERALLY CHANGED YOUR PERSONALITY! WHY CAN'T KAZU DO THE SAME!

Whose idea was it to throw in all the sex stuff?????? It's not gritty or gross or whatever, IT'S JUST BIZARRE!

Also, why did nobody mention this climate crisis in Season 1?

Also, are they trying to make the Union look like a cult, because that's what it looks like to me.

This shallow samurai shit made to crap on old school anime is actually crapping on bad modern anime.

No seriously, this roboshogun stuff makes me cringe so hard.

It's trying to mock old mecha anime like Gundam and the like, but instead it's giving me the vibe of a bad high-school anime that came out in the early 2010's.

Also, this might just be a me thing, but this attempt to jump around the timeline is really annoying. Just transition to one story and say their happening at the same time, yesh.

Toxic masculinity stuff. I am totally tapped out on this.

Another JumpSex. That's my new nickname for it.

AND WHY IS THIS BEING SHOW WITH INTERCUTS TO CHASE'S ACTUALLY INTERESTING STUFF.

"See how the Polity wars!" I do see……it is significantly better than how you guys do it

Wow…..Cammie is kind of a brat.

Wow. This making the polity bad shit is annoying.

And of course……Kazu's dead.

Who the fuck kills off a character after their arc just finished?!

Like……..narratively what does this accomplish????? And no 'showing the hardship of war' is not a good reason.

All this 'grey on grey morality ' shit has done is make me hate all the characters.

Except for Kazu and Yasamin…….and they killed the former. And the latter I only like because she is the only one calling out everyone's bullshit.

And now I have to listen to Marin try and justify fascism.

MAYBE TURN OFF THE SCREAMING HEADS WHEN PRESENTING YOUR SELL'S PITCH!

'Like my old one, but different' I want to throw a dictionary at your head.

This Chase corruption plot is actually cool and interesting, a shame it's not the actual focus of this damn season.

They're trying way too hard to portray the 'Flow' as a good thing.

"Man, this roboshogun thing is so graphic!"

Why are you people affected by a 2D cartoon with blood in it when you've seen a bunch of corpses.

Also, mandatory joke about how 3D characters see live action shows and that kinda thing.

Ew……just ew.

Marin is trying to stop a cult from ruling the world and everyone is trying to stop her 'evul' plan.

I hate well intentioned extremists Union. I hate it so much.

I love mechanic dude and I can never remember his name.

I have to say the LowTierGod cinematic universe is turning out to be extremely lame so far.

I praised RWBY Vol9 when It did this thing, but I think this show makes that stuff worst in hindsight.

Also, why is Cammie's model look so weird????

Does…..typo

WAITAMINUTE! YOU MEAN THE EVIL CULT WHO TRIES TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD IS EVIL?!

God, the ceo mech is so ugly

I haven't mentioned this, but man this show is so much uglier now

I actually really like the Chase plot, it's just a shame that it's buried in so much crap.

Oh my god, the last episode, I'm almost done here.

I'm all burnt out on this show. I'm just gonna point out what's funny from now.

YOU SHOULD KILL YOURSELF NOW!-The Ultimate Message of Gen:Lock

I love this dumb fucking ai thing so much.

God, at times the dialogue is so fucking bad.

God, I hate Sinclair so bad.

Also, the body horror is so lame.

Lmao! This beast thing was made out to be so big and might and yet it's so small next to the skyscrapers.

That's it? That's the climax???????????? WHAT?!

THAT'S THE CLIMAX?! THAT WAS SO ANTI CLIMATIC WHAT THE HELL!

Also, Genlock's message…..it's proud theme?!

What did Chase's sister do to get to New York exactly????

I'm gonna fucking scream.

That's it? THAT'S IT?!

Fuck this 2nd season!

Fuck the higher ups for abusing the staff!

Fuck the pornbots who keep liking this thread!

IM DONE!

I did this whole ass thread and I appreciate absolutely none of it.

On the plus side, I can feel the left side of my face again….mostly.

#Leviticus101st Watches #gen:lock #i regret my decisions #this show is so stupid #Copy and Pasted Twitter Thread

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