#Nina adjacent lol

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Unopened and Unended | Price x F!OC

So tell me now, where was my fault In loving you with my whole heart? - "Blank White Page" by Mumford & Sons

Eight years ago John made a mistake and now with this envelope from the lab in his hands he wonders if he's about to make another one

He poured himself another glass of scotch. She said she was on her way twenty minutes ago. She only lived ten minutes away. He downed his drink again.

The large manila envelope sat unopened on the counter. Guilt pulled on his shoulders. He'd built up a bomb and left it there, ticking away.

It felt like the right thing to do at the time. Steal a toothbrush during a dinner party, send it to a friend of a friend, get the results. He had the courage to do all that but failed to accept the consequences.

Eight years of not knowing. Eight years of missing out. Eight years of seeing his daughter being raised by another man. No, he didn't raise her. He left her shoved to the side.

He should have done something eight years ago when her mother sat next to him in his car and broke his heart.

"John, we have to stop." Poppy said. He could tell she'd been crying since she got in the car. He reached out to comfort her and she knocked his hands away.

"Does he know?" John asked.

"No. He doesn't know anything."

The guilt was getting to her. Cheating on her husband for months now. Meeting him in pub bathrooms and secluded parking lots. They were young. Him, twenty three. Her, twenty six. She was married young, fresh from uni to an SAS captain ten years her senior that promised her the world. He was rich, offered comforts John couldn't dream of.

William was an emotionally neglectful cunt who ignored her unless it was to fuck which she said was becoming more often. He wanted a baby but they were struggling. He'd been a bastard to her about it.

He was also John's superior officer.

"Pip, you don't have to stay with him." His mantra to her. He could take care of her. He wasn't rich but he had a modest savings. They could make it work. He wanted to make it work. It started with a soft kiss as he walked her home from the pub one night. He fell hard for her.

Her laugh, her paintings, the way her hair smelled. He hated William more and more each day.

"I do."

"Pip, you don't." He wanted to convince her. Leave with him right now. Let him take care of her. "I know you're not happy. I want to make you happy. Pip, please-"

"John, I'm pregnant." The air in the car felt heavier, it weighed down his lungs.

"Is it min-"

"It's his. It has to be his."

"Pip."

"I just need it to be. I need to have this baby. I need them to go to a good school and to not have to worry about their parents keeping the heat on. I need William to be the father because that's what best for him."

"Him?"

"He wants a son."

"What a cunt."

"John!"

"What am I supposed to say Poppy? Congratulations? You're telling me you're taking my child away!"

"They're not yours!"

"Seven years fucking him and you couldn't pop one out but six months with me and you're expecting."

"Fuck you."

"You already have." He snapped.

She started crying again. John's heart sank.

"Poppy, I'm sorry." He reached out for her and she flinched away. He let his hand fall to the center console. "I love you. I love that baby. I know I'm not rich like him. I don't have the family name or an estate. I'll work however much I need to send them in a good school. Private and everything. You won't have to work. You can paint all you want. I'll do it, Pip. I'll do it for you. Don't shake your head. You know I will. I love you."

"I'm sorry, John." She got out of the car and slammed the door behind her. He watched as she got into her car and drove away.

They'd barely had a full conversation since then. It didn't stop him from texting her in the following months.

He didn't meet Nina till she was almost a year old. The Irons' Christmas party. She could walk. They had her in a little frilly pink dress and she kept taking off her shoes. She walked right up to him and clung to his leg. Poppy gave him a worried look as he picked her up.

"You're lucky, Captain. Two beautiful girls." He forced a smile.

"Suppose I am." William was not as good of an actor as John was.

There was a banging on the front door. Poppy glared at him as he opened it.

"You're a fucking asshole, John." She snapped, forcing her way inside. "Doing a DNA test behind my back?"

"I have a right to know." He was trying to remain calm.

"What's your plan then? Destroy my marriage? I am happy now, John. William and I are happy. "

"It's not about you, Poppy. It's about Nina. She's not happy."

"You don't know anything about my family."

"I know she thinks her dad doesn't love her! I can see how she follows him around like a lost dog and he kicks her away just like one."

"He just doesn't get on with young children. It'll be different when she's older."

"So it's okay now is it?"

"Of course it's not okay!" She yelled. "But I am trying! I am trying to fix things before the baby. We're in counseling. He's spending more time with her. He-"

"You're pregnant again?" He looked her over more carefully. She had a small bump, nearly unnoticeable now.

"I am."

He thought about being cruel. Asking who she fucked to get pregnant this time. The words died in his mouth as he shook his head.

"Oh fuck off John."

"You see how he treats Nina and you have another kid with him? What if he still doesn't get the son he wanted? You're going to bring some other little girl into a house where she isn't loved?"

"Nina is loved!"

"By who?"

"Me! She's my baby! She's mine! She's mine, John! I grew her! I talked to her everyday, I painted her nursery. I had her, alone!"

He tried to hide his shock. He didn't know she was alone when she gave birth.

"I fed her. I changed her. I got up every night with her when she had colic. How fucking dare you say I don't love her. How fucking dare you!"

She was crying, running her hands through her hair.

"She came from me. I don't know if you're her father or not but I'm her mum. No one else. You can't take her from me."

"You think I'm going to take her away? Poppy..." He always pictured some sort of joint custody.

"All I have are my babies. If you come for her, he'll take this one away," she laid her hands protectively over her stomach. "I don't have money to fight in court. He will take my baby away."

"I wouldn't let that happen." He'd pay for lawyers for her. He was a captain now.

"You'd lose your job. You slept with your superior's wife. They will strip you of everything."

"I don't care about that. I care about her and I care about you." John would burn it all down for them. Part of him still loved her. Wished that he'd stopped her from driving away, got on his knees and begged.

Poppy shook her head.

"We were young and we were incredibly stupid. And it's not fair to you or her what we did. I am sorry that I have hurt you. I don't deserve any mercy from you but I am begging that whatever you find in that letter that it stays with you."

"If she's mine, I can't not do something."

"And what if it's wrong? Whatever sample you managed to get, wasn't enough. You sue for custody and then she's not actually yours. You will have destroyed my marriage, your own career, and you will hurt a little girl that already loves you. You will never see her again."

John leaned against the wall. The idea of a false positive never crossed his mind. He loved Nina. He was always confident that she was his, that part of him made her. But there were times when she furrowed her brow just like William. He'd still love her if she wasn't his. She was a good kid, sweetest little thing. He didn't know how he'd tell her.

"I'm not actually your dad's friend, I'm your real dad. Why haven't I raised you? Your mother and I had an affair. What's an affair? It's when someone who's in a relationship has a relationship with someone else."

He sighed in defeat. He grabbed the envelope off the counter and threw it into the trashcan.

"Thank you, John." She wiped her face. "I am sorry. Truly sorry."

He didn't respond, just stared into the bin.

"I loved you too and if I didn't get pregnant I would left him for you."

"That doesn't make me feel better, Pip."

"I'm sorry." She repeated. She left quietly some time after that.

John reached into the bin and pulled out the envelope. He went up to his office and unlocked the safe in the closet. He laid the envelope inside. It felt like throwing her away in a sense. He could tell himself he didn't need to open it, he knew she was his. If he opened it, she might not be.

He shut the safe.

He got a package a week later. A photo album filled with pictures of Nina ranging from when she was a newborn to now.

John cried as he flipped through it. Some pictures she looked like him. Others like William. More often than not though she looked like her mum.

He laid the album in the safe with the envelope. His little girl locked away from him.

When i said the Restaurant AU would be messy I fucking meant it. No one can keep it in their pants.

Price will tell himself he doesn't love Poppy anymore but was absolutely devastated when she died. Told her grave "I'll take care of our little girl. I promise. I'll take care of her." and then bought Nina a whole flat to live in, gave her a job, makes sure she's okay. Might even pay for her to go to that fancy pastry school in France.

Tags: : @water-bearz @gogh-with-the-flow @queen-ilmaree @macravishedbymactavish

#Captain John Price #captain price #restaurant au #Nina #Nina adjacent lol #Gaz x Nina: Childhood Friends AU

[vidi-ugh]

Anyway here are some songs that have been replaying in my head nonstop today because they’re just too good

#post punk #dark post punk #darkwave #metalcore #alternative metal #soft kill #soviet soviet #poppy #killing joke #goth music #yes I know not all the artists here are Goth/goth adjacent lol #alt #alternative music #nina’s playlist

[floralcyanidee]

ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ - ɴᴇɪʟ ʟᴇᴡɪs

Neil Lewis x AFAB!Reader (NSFW)

After a fateful game night between your two rival video stores, Neil proposes a new way of playing your favorite games. Will this new idea lead to something more than playful rivalry?

warnings: smut, face-riding, oral (f and m receiving), throat/ facefucking, cum swallowing, drinking, mentions of alcohol, strip poker/game

word count: 3632

author’s note: still shadowbanned on my main account yay /j but I'm so glad to have so much support and love on this new tumblr! thank you all for the follows and feedback. I didn't proofread some of this (but what's new), so if it flows weird I'm sorry >.< lol please enjoy!! I've had a few requests for Neil so (:

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

“That’s it! You’ve got to be cheating.”

“I am not cheating, Neil. Jesus.”

“There’s just no way you’re better at this game than me.”

“There’s a lot that I’m better at than you.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Jonathan pipes up, coming in between you and Neil, “Let’s calm down here, guys.”

You glare at Neil, tossing your cards back into the pile. You had been playing UNO. It was tradition for your two movie stores to play against one another every first weekend of every month. And tonight, the players dwindled down to you and Neil as per usual, to which you won the final game of the night. Neil was obviously not happy about it. But lately, Neil hasn’t been happy about a lot of things. You chalk it up to his breakup with Violet. A sick, twisted part of you was glad he and Violet had finally broken up. Not because you didn’t like Neil or anything- it was quite the opposite. You were rivals, of course, but the tension between you was unmatched and intense. Every time game night came around, that tension became even more taut and thicker. But it’s not like you could tell Neil or anyone else you like him. Absolutely not. It would ruin the healthy competition between Gumshoe and your video store. And it would make you look hypocritical, considering how much you lightly bully Neil, especially when he wore those weird costumes at work.

“Two out of three?” Neil crosses his arms, sitting back in his chair, eyebrows raised.

“I think I’m gonna turn in, actually,” you start collecting the cards, neatly stacking them before putting them back in their respective package.

Neil mumbles a defeated, “Fine.” 

As you get up from the poker table, Lucien gives you an apologetic look from the ragged old couch sitting adjacent to it. Jonathan urges Neil to get up and accept his loss for the month. Meanwhile, your best friend and coworker Nina is busy aimlessly walking around the store, taking in the interesting scenery of Gumshoe Video. She acts as if she’s never been in here before, taking in various movies and movie posters. You walk over to her, card games in hand.

“Ready to go?” you ask her, and she looks up at you, only for her eyes to advert behind you as she becomes visibly flustered.

You turn to see Jonathan helping Neil pack up the games, smiling at your best friend.

“Does someone have a crush?” you coo, and Nina shoves your shoulder playfully.

“Me? Have a crush? You’re delusional!” she throws her hands in the air dramatically as she walks toward the door, you trailing behind her.

Nina goes into a rant about how she’d never date a guy from this city, much less a guy from our rival video store. You glance behind your shoulder, saluting Lucien and Jonathan as you leave. Neil doesn’t look at you.

The next few weeks are relatively slow at your movie store. You wonder if Gumshoe is doing any better. Judging by the new and more dramatic costumes that Neil has come up with, you’d say the answer is probably no. When you and Nina occasionally stop in there to casually scope out the place, you make sure to make a witty comment about whatever getup Neil is in that day. It always came with a frown from him and a laugh from you. Lucien would just act like he didn’t hear anything, a knowing smirk on his face when you meet gazes. You’d glare at him until he eventually went to do something else. You and Lucien are pretty cool with each other, and he figured out how you feel about Neil pretty quickly. Lucien wasn’t stupid by any means. Jonathan was too busy stupidly flirting with Nina to notice how your stare would sometimes linger on Neil for too long. Nina knew, of course, but she didn’t care much. She always figured you and Neil had something going on whether you two knew it or not.

It’s nearing the end of the month, which means another game night soon. You hope Neil has gotten over whatever animosity he felt toward you for winning the last game. How he reacted was odd- he usually didn’t make such a fuss. Once again, you figure it has to do with his breakup. But then again, he’s been kind of grouchy even before the split and well after it so far. You’re in your office at your video store gathering the games you’re bringing, along with a bottle of alcohol to spice things up. Maybe Neil could loosen up a little. Nina knocks on the door as she walks in, ready to go.

“Got the stuff?” she asks.

“Yep,” you say, popping the ‘p’ as you turn out your office light.

The two of you begin walking to Gumshoe as the sun sets. Nina starts talking about something Jonathan said the last time you were at their video store, to which you roll your eyes. Definitely not a crush at all, you think to yourself. You arrive at the store, knocking on the glass as you wait for one of the boys to unlock the door. Neil approaches and opens the door, allowing you and Nina in. You walk over to the poker table, where Lucien and Jonathan are already seated.

“So tonight we’re gonna try something new,” Neil claps, rubbing his hands together as he grins deviously.

“And what’s that?” you wonder, sitting down the bottle of alcohol in the middle of the table.

“Strip poker,” Neil smirks, grabbing the bottle, “And this will definitely make it more interesting.”

“Strip poker?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah, or, well, strip UNO and whatnot,” Neil shrugs.

“Uhh,” Lucien chuckles nervously, “I’m good. I’ll just be the moderator tonight.”

“Oh, come on, Luc,” you pout, “Don’t make me suffer alone.”

“You won’t be suffering alone. Jonathan and Nina will be here with you, right guys?”

Jonathan opens his mouth and then closes it, looking to Nina for her response.

“Uhh, sure. I guess. But I’m not getting naked, that’s for sure,” Nina scoffs, falling into a poker chair.

“Thank you,” you throw your head back in relief, sitting beside Nina. Neil sits across from you as Jonathan takes the seat to your right, already grabbing the bottle of alcohol from Nina and taking a swig.

“Let’s get this started.”

You run your hands through your hair. Tonight was going to be a long night.

“Any article of clothing counts, right?” Nina asks after the first round of 21 is completed, meaning everyone but Jonathan, who had won, had to take something off.

“Correct,” Neil answers.

“Cool. Take my shoe and shove it up your ass, then, Neil,” Nina pulls off her shoe, pushing it into Neil’s chest.

He rolls his eyes, “Whatever.”

You decide to remove a shoe, and Neil does the same, tossing it behind him. 

“Another round?” Jonathan asks, sipping the whiskey that he brought.

You thought about taking a swig yourself but decided to wait until it was absolutely needed. 

“Sure,” Neil drawls, reshuffling the cards before dealing them.

This time, you win, and everyone begrudgingly removes another shoe or a sock. Nina snatches the vodka bottle from the table, taking a large gulp of it before slamming it back down. 

“Gonna chicken out already?” Neil taunts, gathering the cards to shuffle once more.

“No,” Nina says pensively, “It’s just lame that everyone else has to be involved in your weirdly sexual revenge plot against my favorite coworker over losing a stupid game.”

“I’m your only coworker,” you glare at Nina.

“Exactly. Now, if I will dip if it comes down to me flashing you guys my tits. Unless this alcohol starts setting in soon, then we’ll see.”

You raise your almost empty first cup, “Cheers to that.”

“Let’s get back to the game,” Neil grumbles.

No one says anything about Nina’s comment. After two more rounds of 21, you’re without a sock and shoe on your right foot and a shoe missing on your left. Neil has no socks or shoes, while Nina is just shoeless. Jonathan already took one for the team and removed his shirt and his other shoe after everyone lost to Nina twice in a row. Lucien cheered and clapped dramatically when Jonathan stripped his shirt, Lucien snatching the shirt and whipping it around like a lasso. It’s the first time tonight you see Neil crack a smile. 

“How about we switch to a board game now? Something quick, of course,” Nina shrugs.

“Be my guest,” Neil says, and Nina chooses Connect 4.

“Jonathan and I can go first,” she grins wickedly.

“Good luck, dude. She’s a master at this game,” you warn Jonathan, who cracks his knuckles.

“Nothing I can’t handle. I beat Lucien at this all the time,” he says, and Lucien protests.

“Only because you cheat,” Lucien says matter-of-factly.

“Well, since you're the moderator, you can make sure I don’t, huh?” Jonathan bites back.

Neil cackles while Lucien purses his lips together into a line, wordlessly watching as Nina separates the color pieces.

After 3 rounds of Connect 4, Jonathan has won one and Nina the other. You beat Neil once already, and now it was time to see if he’d win or lose this final round. You’re nervous because if you lose, you have to remove a pretty vital item of clothing. It didn’t matter if it was pants, your shirt, or whatever- it would be embarrassing. You carefully calculate your moves, studying Neil’s determined and methodical facial expression. He catches you in a trap, letting his color piece fall on top of yours, blocking you from your final winning move.

“Fuck,” you seethe, dropping your head onto your arms.

“Fuck is right, my dear,” Neil slides the lever, letting all the pieces fall onto the table, “Now strip.”

You scowl, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra, pulling the straps over your arms, and tossing it to the floor. Neil watches, his eyebrows raised. Jonathan scoffs, and Lucien is distracted by the music video playing on TV. Nina laughs at Neil’s face.

“Neil, my guy, you look like a tomato,” Nina teases.

“Do not,” he protests childishly, gathering the colored pieces and putting them back into their little bag.

Jonathan checks his watch, “Shit. Gotta head to bed. Double shift tomorrow,” he frowns.

Lucien also checks his watch, “Yeah, I oughta go too. Early morning.”

Neil sighs, “Well, if you guys are up for it,” he motions to you and Nina, “I’ll still play.”

“I actually am getting sleepy, but I think Y/N is totally down to stay,” Nina volunteers you with a smile. 

You go to protest, but everyone is already heading out the door, leaving you with Neil.

“Well, shit. I guess it’s just you and I,” you scratch your neck.

“Yep,” Neil nods, pulling out UNO, “Wanna rematch?”

“Sure,” you chuckle, “But you can’t pout when I beat your ass again.”

You’re nearing the end of the first round, and your heart is starting to beat out of your chest. Both of you have one card left. And you’re going to have to remove your pants if you lose. You aren’t sure if you want to cross that line with Neil or not, but a game is a game. And you aren’t about to turn down your win streak and look like a fool. You draw a blue 9, to which Neil slams down his final card. A blue 5. 

“Noo,” you drawl, and Neil cheers.

You put your head down on the table in defeat.

“Time to-”

“Strip. Yeah, I know,” you sigh, lifting your head.

You reach down and hesitantly undo your pants, pulling them past your thighs and down your legs before kicking them away. Neil doesn’t look anywhere but your face as he shuffles the cards, his cheeks turning red. You nervously keep your legs closed, scooting closer to the table. 

In the next round, Neil loses, removing his shirt. His torso is slim yet fit for his size, and you can’t help but stare. Neil clears his throat, and you quickly look away. Now, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. It was way more intense than your usual tension. Especially since if you lose this next round, you’ll be showing something very revealing. Thankfully, Neil loses again, having to strip his pants this time. But it only makes you more anxious.

“We don’t have to continue if you don’t feel comfortable,” Neil says.

You shake your head, “I’m fine. I’m not pussying out.”

“Alright,” Neil puts his hands up.

You watch him unwaveringly as he shuffles the cards, distributing 7 for each of you. As the game progresses, you and Neil exchange increasingly heated glances. You catch yourself pressing your thighs together, biting your lip when you catch Neil staring at your nipples poking through your shirt. It’s time for the final draw, and to your horror, you lose again. Sighing, you begrudgingly grab the vodka and chug it. When you put the bottle down, you look at Neil, and he looks at you. Hesitantly, you grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. Neil keeps his eyes on yours, visibly trying not to look at your breasts. He clears his throat and shuffles the cards, focusing intently on them. Neil tosses the cards between the two of you, his eyes nervously flickering between your tits and the cards. Neil gathers his cards, neatly stacking them and putting them face down before standing up from his seat.

“I’ll, uh, be right back. Don’t look at my cards,” he says, his voice strained.

When he stands, you notice the painful bulge in his jeans, and the alcohol gives you a moment of bravery.

“Neil. Stay.”

Neil stops in his tracks, not turning to look at you, “Can’t.”

“Why is that? Never seen a pair of tits before?”

Neil rolls his eyes at your joke, turning back to you, “It’s not that. I just-”

You grab Neil’s hand, pulling him down harshly so his face is level enough with yours to kiss him.

“You’re not helping,” Neil whines after he pulls away, uncomfortably shifting around. 

“I mean, I could if you let me,” you say, biting your lip nervously, worried he’d reject you.

But maybe he won’t. Maybe he needs you badly enough that he won’t pass up your opportunity. You hope he doesn’t.

“Wouldn’t it be, I don’t know, weird?” Neil grimaces.

“Not if you don’t make it weird,” you say sassily, your hand now in his hair, gently pulling at his locks. 

“Fine,” Neil closes his eyes, exhaling shakily, “Let’s go to the couch.”

He walks over to the beat-up sofa, letting himself fall into the cushions. You get up from your chair, moving quickly to kneel on the floor in front of Neil. He stares down at you, gulping as you fumble with the fly of his jeans. You aren’t going to lie, you’ve been waiting for this moment for some time. Granted, it wasn’t here in the video store, but you’ll take what you can get. You pull Neil out from the confines of his pants and underwear, immediately marveling at his size and girth. He groans at the contact of your hand around him and spreads his thighs apart as you kitten lick his tip. You take Neil into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you slide your head down into his lap. Your nose touches his pelvis, his hair tickling it as you let him hit the back of your throat. Gagging around him momentarily, you take a deep breath and focus on the feeling of him filling you up.

“Just like that,” Neil praises, his fingers carding through your hair.

A swirl of your tongue sends his head lolling back on the couch, and he glances down through his lashes to watch you bob your head along his length. Your hands grip his thighs to hold him steady as you gain a rhythm, letting his hand guide your head back and forth. Neil’s hips stutter as he involuntarily thrusts into your mouth, and you gasp through your nose as you try not to gag. 

“Sorry,” Neil cringes, a moan leaving him immediately after you keep him deeper in your throat, letting it pulse around his head.

You stare into Neil’s intense blue eyes, now overtaken by his dilated pupils. Both of his hands are in your hair, gripping harshly as you move your head up and down even faster. Neil curses, hissing as you play with his balls with one of your hands, urging him closer to the edge. You can feel him twitching inside your mouth, letting you know he’s close. Suddenly, you pull off him.

“Fuck my throat,” you say breathlessly, jerking his wet cock with your hand as you wait for his answer.

“Are you sure?” Neil asks.

“Yes,” you say before putting him back into your mouth. 

When you let his tip hit the back of your throat again, Neil then pulls out, slamming back into your mouth with a strangled cry. Slowly, he starts finding a good pace, not thrusting enough to hurt you but enough for your throat to be sore tomorrow. Spit and precum are spilling out of the sides of your mouth, tears streaming down your cheeks as you gag and moan around him. You wish you could see the situation from a different point of view just to see how Neil is wrecking you right now. 

“You like me fucking your face like this, sweetheart?” Neil grunts, his hands holding your face and wiping away your tears.

You attempt a nod but fail, letting out a hum of content instead. 

“Gonna cum in your pretty mouth,” Neil moans.

You let him continue fucking into your face until he twitches a final time, his cum shooting down your tongue and throat. You allow Neil to pull out of you, and you close your mouth to swallow his load. You open your mouth to show him it’s all gone, to which he lets out a weak groan.

“That’s hot. I didn’t know you could do that with that sassy mouth of yours.”

You shrug, “There’s lots of things I can do with it. Now, lay down.”

Neil obeys, scrambling to lie down on the couch. You stand up, peeling off your soaking underwear and moving it away with your toe. You climb above Neil, “Ever had anyone sit on your face?”

“No,” he exhales, shaking his head.

“Would you like to?”

Neil nods vigorously, and you move up enough to rest your foot on the couch's armrest and press your knee next to Neil’s head, spreading open enough for him to have plenty of access. He marvels at the sight of your arousal and the fact it was all for him. He reaches tentatively to your folds, spreading them further as you lower yourself to his face.

Neil then drags his tongue up your wet slit, avoiding your clit entirely as he gathers your slick. You whimper at the feeling of the contact of his warm tongue on you, your pussy sensitive from lack of touch and being incredibly turned on. Neil then flicks the tip of his tongue along your clit, circling and teasing it. You cry out, gripping the couch with one hand and his hair with the other. You buck your hips as he swirls his wet tongue around your cunt, lapping up everything you’re giving him. 

“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” you moan, meeting Neil’s eyes below you.

Neil doesn’t respond but instead dips his tongue into your entrance, twisting it as he starts fucking you with it. Your grip on his hair tightens as you start rocking your hips on his tongue. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you seethe, feeling warmth spreading in your belly.

Neil replaces his tongue with two fingers, moving his focus back to your clit as he sucks on it, pounding his fingers into you. He finds your G spot relatively quickly, considering you nearly jump out of your skin when he rubs his fingertips against it. You’re a mess, sweating, moaning, and swiveling your hips shakily on Neil’s mouth and fingers. 

“I’m close,” you warn, the tight knot in your stomach threatening to come undone any moment.

Neil picks up his speed on flicking his tongue and harshly suckling your bundle of nerves, letting his teeth graze against it as he adds a third finger. He lets you fuck yourself on his fingers hard as he lets his teeth bite into your clit softly, sending you over the edge. Your body shakes, your legs nearly giving out on you as Neil guides you through your orgasm. He holds onto your hips, keeping you steady as you buck them wildly. When you slow down, panting, he removes his fingers and sucks off your juices from them.

“You’re a filthy little fucker,” you chuckle, running a hand through your hair as you dismount from Neil’s face.

Everything about Neil acting weird and ornery around you suddenly makes sense. From the sneaky glances during game nights to him occasionally stopping in your video store to snoop for no reason, it was all for you. Just like everything you did was all for him as well. 

“So who wins this round, hm?” he asks jokingly, wiping his face with the back of his arm.

“Truce?” you ask sweetly, moving to sit on Neil’s fully clothed thighs.

Neil sighs, a weak smile on his lips, “Sure.”

“Now take off your pants,” you urge, “It’s time for round two of this game.”

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[shitouttabuck]

hii nina i love what you’ve already shared and would love to hear something about ‘you can sink to the bottom of the sea’ 👀

- @buckactuallys

hi pia!!! @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @jeeyuns and an anon also asked about this one! it’s a cruise disaster spec fic where eddie gets trapped in one of the flooding ship rooms and he and buck fight about where the line on giving up on each other lies what with chris needing a parent

it's based on c’est la mort by the civil wars (extremely buddie song), specifically the lines: you can sink to the bottom of the sea / just dont go without me

here is a bit ive written

“Don’t ever ask me to—to stop trying till I can’t—till it’s over. You can’t ask me to do that. You can’t—ask me to give up on you.” “What about Chris, huh? If neither of us came home, what about Chris?” “Neither of us would ever plan on leaving Chris alone,” Buck says, voice tight. “But Eddie. We’re both firefighters. That’s not going to change, not since we don’t want it to. We’re both—partners. That’s not going to change either. Where you go, I go. You knew that when you put me in the will. So you cannot fucking ask me to make sure one of us comes home, not if there’s—there’s even the slightest chance I can bring both of us home.”

excited about this one it’ll be the first non-crack adjacent thing ive written in a minute lol and also i don’t know yet where the fight is going to go because they both have valid full-of-love reasons

#tag game

[leonardcohenofficial]

(hope it isnt weird to drop in like this) there are also very few people in my life that I can talk to about jazz even though i am always down to...are there any musicians/eras in particular that you're interested/invested in?

literally always down to talk about jazz please drop in any time! obviously there is a lot of crossover between subgenres and many musicians moved between different ones throughout their careers but i think at heart i'm a soul jazz girl (which of course has crossover with hard bop on one end of the era and jazz funk on the other end); however i grew up on hard bop and early modal jazz so those artists are also big for me; i didn't like free jazz as a kid but over the years have really come to get into it; this also isn't even beginning to cover genres that are jazz influenced/adjacent like afrobeat (which is its own genre but also has so much crossover), acid jazz, no wave (to an extent), bossa nova.................

all this being said the artists that i listen to the most are: les mccann, eddie harris, quincy jones, nina simone (who didn't like being called a jazz musician anyways but. for the sake of this exercise. she's in here lol), sun ra, pharoah sanders, max roach, alice coltrane, ramsey lewis, doug carn, ahmad jamal, dorothy ashby, cécile mclorin salvant, jimmy smith, wayne shorter, gil scott-heron, george benson, young-holt unlimited, hilton ruiz, don cherry, lambert hendricks and ross.................

#this is the abridged version of the full spiel #also like i didn't list them but of course trane miles davis ella fitzgerald all those big names are frequently spun in my household too #alethiometer #also if you want more genre specific recs i'm happy to give those

[ironicsopsychotic]

First Line Ask Game! Rules: List the first lines of the last ten stories you published (or works in progress if you’re feeling brave lol). See if you or others notice any patterns!

ooh okay i've done this before (i think you might've been the one to send it to me lol) but only w wips, so i'll do this w my published fics/fic updates! thank you, babs <33

like some kind of vision (ch3/3)

The next few days solidified something in Nina’s mind.

the hard part (03. in series)

Two days. Two days after Amber gave the breakup news, two days of incredibly uncomfortable Sibuna meetings, two days of Eddie blatantly lying to himself that ending their whole tryst wasn’t a big deal. Two days of all of that, and then Nina sent him to the clearing in the woods for a solo mission but showed up five minutes after he did. Two days, and she told him that waiting for things to cool down wasn’t cutting it for her. He took in her words slowly, but he took them in, and he took in the meeting place, and then he took her in.

then somebody bends, unexpectedly. (ch6/7)

Her last first day of high school sits oddly in the pit of her stomach.

03:00.

22:49. “We need to move that chair. And that couch.”                 “No, don’t drag it!”                 “Shh!”                  “Alfieeee, you’re on my hair.”                 “If Victor wakes up we’re pretending to be asleep, alright Yacker?”                 “While we’re standing up? Good plan, Weasel Face.”                 Whoever had the brilliant idea for a couples’ movie marathon the night before summer break began should have been exiled from Anubis House, because while Sibuna and Co. got along for mysteries, apparently moving furniture was just too hard.

subtext

From the moment the words “big brother figure” leave Jamie’s lips, EJ is certain his heart slowly breaks over the rest of opening night.

it's called "therapy," and we all need it.

H of A | 5:16pm [eddie] wth is vic on his period or something the man’s even more unhinged than normal

yes, and?

By the time Gina’s Uber drops her off outside the Caswell-Porter(?) residence, it is well into the late afternoon and her head feels heavy with too many overdue realizations. 

tugging on my heartstrings

After Mr. Mazzara delivers the news of the cast getting benched for a week, Gina is more than ready to curl up on the couch and knit for a few hours. Ashlyn has Big Red upstairs for some Career Day-adjacent thing, and Gina has no plans to interrupt their coupley evening, so she settles with her legs crossed in a bathrobe, full pajamas, and warm socks and gets to knitting.

messy

Her last day in America shouldn’t be a memorable one.

what teenagers do (ch2/?)

Nina was seriously wondering why they even bothered sneaking up to the attic when Victor was home. She and Fabian could be geeking out over some ancient Egyptian artifact upstairs in Vera’s old bedroom, thrilled with their progress and excited to update their friends, and then it would all be ruined two seconds later by Victor showing up.

so things noticed: i haven't uploaded much in the past two years gkrlg. interesting to see the similar messy and tsbu ch6 openings, both of which were followed up w explanations afterward. the more humorous openings (03:00 and it's called "therapy") have more snapshot/dialogue intros, but everything else varies from one-liners to paragraphs. i didn't realize it split pretty evenly, but i am conscious of not beginning everything the exact same way. also kinda cool to see the hard part move up from the wips ask to the published ask

#thanks again babs!! #babsvibes #ask #published fics #lovelyserpentines #ironicsopsychotic #ao3 #hoa #hsmtmts #hsm:tm:ts #house of anubis #high school musical the musical the series #high school musical: the musical: the series #tsbu #then somebody bends unexpectedly #portwell #neddie #peddie #gina x ej #ej x gina #nina x eddie #eddie x nina #patricia x eddie #eddie x patricia #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #hoa fic #hoa fanfic #hoa fanfiction

[spezzaru]

Antihero Jeff is actually a pretty cool idea! Aus were the creeps only go after bad guys seem like pretty unique! In your au, do any of the other creeps help Jeff out, like Ben, Smile, or Nina? And what kinds of people would they all go after?

Thank you! And yes some do, but he prefers to go alone at night. Their opinions and their willingness to help him differ.

The main ones I'd imagine are EJ and Ben! Mainly because EJ and Ben are inhuman and mainly immortal in my vision lol. EJ because he's elastic adjacent (and saves Jeff a few times lol. he's a Jeff fan 🥳) , and Ben so he can help Jeff fall of the radar. I'd say Nina simply looks up to him in some aspects, but she does not condone murder. It's complex because I imagine she is conflicted due to the fact she does dislike the same sort of people Jeff goes out for, but she's not fully willing to help carry out the murders due to the brutality of it.

As to the people they go after, it's all up to Jeff. I imagine he has a nearly unbreakable morale and he eradicates anything he sees as unjust, and is more likely willing to kill those who are registered criminals. The others are probably more neutral on who they kill, since I imagine most of them are hired or sent out, but Jeff doesn't do his work for money or presents and he could care less who they are out to kill unless the person is innocent, or a child. Oh and Smile is just there lol. I think Smile is the only one Jeff is more lenient on. He can't help it man. It's his digital dog 🤧!

On an extra note: I don't think Ben kills people honestly, he is more on the psychological warfare side and if others lose themselves to it then 💔. But I do think over time Ben has been fragmented into thousands of pieces due to electronic hopping , and he is more accustomed to the life he is living with Jeff. It gives him a somewhat second chance at a life that impacts the real world. I imagine Ben starts out indifferent and neutral but Jeff's morale does bleed into him.

thank you for asking! sorry if that was a mouthful and if it didn't answer your question clearly 😅

#creepypasta #freaky fasta #jeff the killer #creepypasta headcanon #headcanons #ask answered

[dinklebat]

Jeff the Killer ( x Reader) Headcanons

(my first time doing one of these. if y’all like it, I’ll do more otherwise it’ll be back to your regularly schedules weird stock photos and incorrect quotes)

the basics

- cis male (he/him) demiromantic pansexual

- this man is so damn cocky

- like think “I’m so humble”, “everybody loves me” vibes, especially the former (please listen to it it’s just so good)

- but he’s not cocky without merit

- even ignoring the supernatural buffs he receives, this man is extremely strong

- honestly? easily the strongest pasta who is still human-adjacent

- probably could kill with his bare hands but his knives are his babies

- huge knife collection, some bought, some gifted, but mostly stolen

- actually…kinda soft about his knives. he can tell you about every nick and stain in them. also pretty good at reading the history of a knife he’s never seen based on its scarring

- speaking of scars, man is covered in them

- his supernatural buff means he heals pretty quickly, but he rarely puts in effort into making sure injuries won’t leave a scar

- he just thinks they’re neat

- super tall and lanky, but he takes off that dumb hoodie and wow he’s buffer than you thought

- the smile scar heals really quickly because of his ability, so he constantly reopens it (pissing off EJ and the doctor gang immensely)

interactions with others

- he’s easily best friends with Ben and Toby. the three of them tend to have the highest chaotic energy and love doing pranks on the more stick in the mud mansion members like Jane and Masky

- he’s definitely closest with Ben though. they joined the mansion at the same time and just…always kinda stuck together.

- he doesn’t get along as well with Liu/Sully, Jane, Nina, EJ, and Masky

- skipping Jane because she’s obvious lol

- anyways, as mentioned previously, in my universe , Nina and Jeff dated previously. it was not an amicable breakup, to say the least, and when the two are together they are EXTREMELY passive aggressive…or just straight up fighting

- as for Liu, Jeff kind of wants to be close with him again, but Liu and Sully aren’t ready for that. when Jeff starts confronting Liu, he begins to panic and Sully typically fronts instead (I’ve always seen him as a protector alter tbh but idk if he has a canon description).

- Sully and Jeff hate each other. period.

- also in my universe Liu and EJ are dating…so EJ shares similar sentiments with Sully. plus, Jeff’s refusal to take EJ’s medical advice doesn’t help.

- masky’s relationship with him is the funniest to me. Masky absolutely HATES Jeff, but Jeff just…doesn’t care about him in any way.

- adding onto that, for some unknown reason, Jeff is the Operator’s favorite and the only one allowed to treat the boss so casually. which of course only pisses off Masky more

s/o

- i think he would work best with a high energy s/o

- I can see a calm one too, acting as a foil, but I feel like another rat bastard would be his soulmate

- ✨enemies to lovers✨

- the two of you are both high energy beings of chaos, of course you butt heads

- the agression slowly becomes aggressive flirting and then it’s just- please make out already you’re embarrassing yourselves!

- only problem is this usually is pretty slow burn tbh

- man can’t recognize romantic attraction from aesthetic attraction until he’s in way too deep

- as for physical appearance…I think Jeff would care the least compared to every other pasta

- I know it’s ironic because he’s probably the most vain

- but I love the idea of him being fascinated by every “flaw“ someone might perceive in the same way he‘s fascinated by nicks and stains on his knives

- they tell a story

- anyways, once you do start dating, the aggressive flirting isn’t going to stop

- it might get more light hearted though

- he’ll also be super protective of you like:

Jeff: haha, Y/N is an idiot

someone else: yeah, they are

Jeff, ready to throw hands: WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

- also heads up, this man is trash with implied boundaries (aka he will steal everything you own )

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer headcanons #creepypasta x reader

[taylorswiftstylequestions]

Hey Sarah what have you been reading lately? And do you track your reads at all? Random, but I recommend StoryGraph to you and any other reading TSS-ers, it's like goodreads but better (it has partial stars and trigger warnings)

Hi! Reading update from the last time (February 2022) below. I track my reads on GoodReads but appreciate this rec!

Matrix by Lauren Groll - Took a minute to get into but I overall really enjoyed the premise.

Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls-Wilder - Just reliving my childhood and needing a soft book to get through lol.

Arsenic and Adobo by Mia P. Manansala - So fun reading a book predominantly featuring my culture and food! A light read. And it's a series.

The Paper Palace by Miranda Cowley Heller - Felt very Crawdads adjacent. I liked it a lot.

The Christie Affair by Nina de Gramont - Enjoyable and pretty quick.

Going There by Katie Couric - Pretty juicy memoir and I really appreciated how self-deprecating and really candid/honest she was. I've heard the audiobook version she narrates is very charming and a good listen.

On the Banks of Plum Creek by Laura Ingalls-Wilder - See above note about reliving easy childhood innocence. Esp before diving into ...

The President's Daughter by Bill Clinton & James Patterson - For West Wing fans.

The House on the Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune - I couldn't unthink the residential school aspects of the book (the author was apparently 'inspired' by the tragedy of residential schools and wrote a somewhat fantastical book version of it) so it prevented me from being fully charmed by this.

The Rose Code by Kate Quinn - Absolutely fantastic. For fans of Kate Moore who enjoy historical fiction.

Animal Farm by George Orwell - Felt like the right time to reread this high school classic.

I'm currently reading Black Cake by Charmaine Wilkerson.

#sarah reads books

[k-banning-kellum]

I'll just list what I like and don't like, that anon who asked if I could talk about ur story from before here lol

1: Jeff's origins

The tragic back story and his discovery of his inner skills at internal syrup making (sorry I had to) are a fascinating and rather sad downward spiral, because readers know that Jeff's gonna end up killing people, and that creates this ticking time bomb effect that makes everything much more tense. Jeff and Liu are much better fleshed out than before, and that's something that i am so grateful for. However..it has it's flaw. I'm fine with the flare gun being Jeff's scarring, it's still immolation-adjacent but flare guns just don't..fire when they're dropped. Randy blasting Jeff in a panic would've made more sense and been more impactful, but I still like it nonetheless.

2: What happened afterward

EJDJEIOEOWOSNDDNDND OMG I LOVE THE CULT SM

Jeff's Killers were a truly needed addition to the JTK mythos in Jeff's absence. This band of twisted misfits grouping together in praise of a serial killer is tragically accurate to how it would go irl if this case ever happened, and the detective is still one of my favorite characters in creepypasta history, mainly because he's both no-nonsense and lovable at the same time, and the knock-off Jeff spawning doctor is a wonderful little side-angle, but..this is the part of the story where the gripes increase.

*Looks at Liu and Nina*

Look at how you've massacred my children.

Maybe these are just my nostalgia glasses talking but who Liu ended up being is so genuinely baffling, my jimmies refuse to be unrustled. He goes from a well-meaning little kid to a vapid teenager on the level of Randy, and that just..is truly something to behold. Like..he fucking does cocaine, the Liu I know wouldn't do that. Sorry if I seem like a prick, just my opinion. Sure, the Liu I know kills people but I'm stuck in the past lol

Oh, the frustrations I have with Jeff after he snaps is the fact that he disappears, and also is SO S L O W. He kills his parents, Keith and Troy, and to my memory, just ups and outs from the story altogether. Like..WHERE IS MY BB BANNINGK

Jane turning into a recluse after a knock off Jeff kills her dad (I think) is more realistic, but a bit of a downgrade from the vengeance seeker I grew up with but its certainly a different and probably better version lol

Nina..oh boy, Nina..I'm sorry, but I can't take her seriously. She pops up in the story and I just go "you are a child, stop trying to spook me"

Sorry if I came off like a prick during the negative bits but overall I like ur version of the story, can hardly wait for the next chapter!

Am I gonna use this as a tool to promote my own rewrite? Why wouldn't i

Its a continuation of my Ticci Toby rewrite that shares the same timeline, with Jeff being more of a disturbed teenager than a normal kid like a lot of popular interpretations

Anyways hope this isn't too long! Lmao byeeeeee!

Appreciate the feedback. I definitely took those characters in my own direction, so I can see how the changes are jarring.

[zalrb]

Lol Zal why are there Katherine and Jeremy shippers? Its gross and incest adjacent, its also not like Nina and Steve had the chemistry that was confusing like Klebekah

lmao people will ship anyone

[bedeliainwonderland]

I was tagged by @tsar-devitsa, thank you so much darling 🖤

Zodiac: Scorpio sun, Libra moon, Aries rising

Height: 162 cm (we only do metric system in this house).

Last thing I googled: Birth chart calculator to get my rising sign lol.

Song stuck in my head: Fever by Dua Lipa & Angele.

Number of followers: 872

Amount of sleep: 7 hours on weekdays if I’m lucky, 8-9 on weekends.

Lucky number: 13 and 7

Favorite song: it’s an impossible choice! Sinnerman by Nina Simone because that song is a transcending experience, Ride by Lana Del Rey because it’s my go to song when I am upset and just want to scream, In The Springtime of His Voodoo by Tori Amos because hearing her sing it live was the best, tears inducing performance I have ever seen, Cat People by David Bowie, it’s my dance with dimmed lights with a glass of wine song, and just plain epic.

Favorite instrument: piano and any piano adjacent instruments, yes harpsichord for example (Hannibal would be proud).

Dream job: Not needing to have on.

Aesthetic: Quirky, all things weird and cute at the same time. Bold colours and unusual designs. Italian cities in summer. Opulent theatres/ opera houses. Abandoned buildings of faded grandeur. Old cemeteries overgrown with foliage. Caught between the light/ glamour and darkness/ decay.

Favorite author: Angela Carter, Margaret Atwood, Daphne Du Maurier, Neil Gaiman, Mikhail Bulgakov, Stephen King (feels like I copied half of your answer, but hey, good taste all around here! :)).

Favorite animal noises: purring kitties! basically any kitty sounds, and chirping red pandas (they emit these when they are mating, it’s beyond adorable).

Random: I am not doing great at the moment, so I don’t think there is anything interesting to tell. I am looking forward to getting my tattoo done eventually (it will be a red panda on my back left shoulder). I already have one tattoo: a lotus flower between my shoulder blades. 

I tag @wvnjo @bedannibal-lectaurier @celta-diabolica @stellagibsonsgirl @halewynslady @awayfromsight and anyone else who wants to play.

#tag game #about me

[fullmetalirin]

Fullmetal Alchemist: Battle with Sloth (OG 46-47)

Fullmetal Alchemist Episode 46: "Human Transmutation"

Tucker makes a deal with Alphonse, offering to show Alphonse how to use the philosopher’s stone in exchange for using the stone to resurrect his daughter Nina, while Lust offers to help Edward in exchange for making her human.

Tucker invokes equivalent exchange during his bargain.

We cut to Izumi and Ed discussing Dante. There is a flashback where Izumi argues with Dante about using alchemy for the good of others. Dante tells her to become a State Alchemist if she wants to help people so much… interesting. Izumi asks if she likes people at all, and Dante says she doesn't. She gives a speech that's actually pretty similar to some of the things Envy says in Brotherhood, that humans are violent and savage and will just abuse any power they're given. Izumi shoots back that she herself is human, and Dante doesn't answer. Hmm. I wonder how much is truth and how much is deception? Certainly it would make sense for Dante to want to hoard her power, but I wonder if she really believes what she says – is this how she justifies Amestris to herself, thinking that people would find a reason for war anyway, so they might as well do it for her? Is she projecting her own emptiness onto others? A lot to reflect on here.

Izumi discovered a love letter from Hohenheim to Dante. Good sleuthing! She notices that the date is written in the Christian calendar, and confirms that Christianity is out of practice now. She gives the date as 400 years ago.

Ed seems to come to the conclusion that Hohenheim is the leader of the homunculi. Ah, that's actually a reasonable deduction – he believes Dante was killed by a homunculus, and Izumi just told him there's bad blood between them. But ohoho, how ironic, especially considering Brotherhood.

Ed apologizes to Izumi. Because he's going to kill Wrath?

Mustang pulls strings to keep Fuery out of danger, which is good of him.

He then takes Fuery's glasses and puts them on Riza to assess how she looks, which is kinda creepy. I guess it's reasonable if they are in a relationship, but otherwise, enh.

Bradley promotes both Mustang and Armstrong, and says he hopes the rumors about Mustang are unfounded – that he's planning a coup? So I guess this is some "I know you know" posturing. He goes on to say Archer is still alive – ah, that was the guy missing half his head. I guess he got hit by the edge of the blast.

Bradley has a secret elevator to Dante's mansion underneath Central, which… appears to be part of a city? I think we learn more about that later. Dante confirms that she plans to frag everyone connected to Hughes in the battle.

Envy uses boku? I'm surprised this is the first time I've picked up on that. I guess he does like appearing cute. I suppose it adds a layer of creepy/cute dissonance we English-speakers tragically missed out on.

Envy was supposed to stay in the north, but came to Central because he heard Hohenheim was there. He calls Bradley a "human poseur", and Dante confirms Bradley is a homunculus who can age, "one of [her] masterpieces". I love that that's why he's Pride, by the way – that's utterly brilliant. Dante works very hard on her horrific monstrosities, thank you very much!

Here we get confirmation that Hohenheim was Envy's birth father, and the one who made him. That's a little surprising, I thought that was saved for the very end. I actually do think accompanying that reveal with… everything else that happens in that episode would have greater impact, but I guess some buildup works too.

Bradley asks if Envy misses him, and Envy sends him flying. He then tries to pummel him, but Bradley easily dodges – another nice touch.

Ah, Envy uses ore now. So I guess he switches depending on his mood.

Envy throws a tantrum because he wanted to kill Hohenheim, smashing the floor with his punches. Hm, so he does still have super strength in OG, even though there's less justification for it. I guess we can chalk this up to the homunculi being magic in general.

Dante goads him, and Envy decides he's going to take the Philosopher's Stone from the Elrics before they can use it to restore themselves.

Sloth/Lust/Wrath have broken into the Elrics' room and found a note saying Al is going to meet with Tucker. Wrath is bouncing on the bed, which is cute.

Lust realizes that if Tucker is teaching them to use the Stone, they could use it to humanize the homunculi, too.

Ed returns and gets a faceful of homunculi. He immediately goes for the locket, and makes Lust grab it by accident. Clever!

But then Wrath appears. He absorbs Ed's automail arm. Ed taunts him, saying he'll never be human even if he takes his whole body – even Al, with nothing but a soul, is still more human than him.

Lust turns on Wrath. The automail he absorbed can deflect her spear, which doesn't seem right. Wrath tricks her into impaling the locket, which paralyzes her. Clever!

Wrath breaks off one of her fingers and absorbs it. Yikes!

Ed frees Lust, and now she can impale Wrath through the armor for some reason.

Ed asks why the homunculi want to become human when they're already immortal. Lust says she could say the same thing about Al.

Ed demands to know who the homunculi's master is. Lust says she'll tell him when she becomes human. LOL.

Tucker appears to have succeeded in his human transmutation, but he didn't attach a soul, so that's reasonable. So the Philosopher’s Stone is just to create a proper body. Sloth appears and he freaks out.

Al discovers that a part of his armor has disappeared. Seems like an awful lot just to stitch a body together, considering how much power he's supposed to have.

Fullmetal Alchemist Episode 47: "Sealing the Homunculus"

As Edward, Lust, Wrath, and Sloth all arrive at the factory where Alphonse went to meet Tucker, a climactic battle ensues, as Edward and Alphonse must finally confront their creation.

Time to see how OG handles a boss fight!

Sloth starts acting motherly towards Al. Al appears to buy it, but he's had a hard day, I'll cut him some slack.

As Wrath revives, he appears to dream of outrunning the Gate. I wonder if the Gate tries to pull them in when they die, or maybe just Wrath? It’s a cool depiction, regardless. Rather than just burning power to regenerate, it looks like they’re using the souls in the red stones to actually escape the Gate -- they’re lives, not HP.

Izumi and Sloth blend together in his memories.

Tucker tries to use Al again and Sloth drowns him. The soulless Nina watches impassively.

Ed makes a new arm out of spare metal. He still appears able to move it like normal, so he must have extended the nerve wires somehow. I find that pretty dubious when in the movie he says he doesn’t know how automail works. I guess the writers wanted the drama of him losing his arm but didn’t want the hassle of returning to Winry every time. It keep the plot moving, so it’s allowable, but it still seems a little contrived.

Oh, looks like she didn't kill Tucker. He shows up to creep on Al some more. Ed sees the hole in the armor. Al says it's equivalent exchange.

Ed turns his arm into a gun… I guess he could be extending the metal very thin. He shoots at Sloth, which obviously does nothing. Tucker is somehow able to dodge despite standing right behind her.

Ed jams the box of remains into Sloth, and she melts.

Al yells at Ed for digging up Trisha's grave without telling him. Ed says he's the only one who needed to go through that. What was he expecting, though? He'd have to tell Al eventually.

Lust reflects on her memories. She points out there's no logical reason homunculi should have them. She thinks it might be the memories of the alchemist that are imbued.

Al throws away Trisha's remains because he's stupid. He thinks that since they made her, it's wrong for them to kill her; Ed insists the reverse.

Wrath absorbs the remains into himself.

Wrath sees Lust attacking Sloth. There's a bit too long of a pause as Ed explains what's going on to Al before Wrath attacks. Wrath absorbs the guns in the warehouse to create a massive gun-arm.

Sloth enters Al's armor and starts pupetting him.

I was about to complain that Wrath couldn't hit anything, but Lust actually does eject a ton of bullets. I feel like we still didn't see any of them connect, though.

Wrath brags that he can't die, but Lust says he actually only has as many lives as he has red stones, so she can still brute-force him. Ah, so that does hold true for this continuity too. I guess the idea is that most of them just have an effectively inexhaustible number of lives.

Lust starts using the same wide swipes I complained about in BH 19, but she actually does seem to be extending them. Wrath is only dodging because he's very agile, as previously established.

Wrath comes across the locket, previously discarded, and tricks Lust onto her own transmutation circle. Is it reasonable she'd forget about that? We don't see the circle because of camera angles, but surely she would have? I would think a homunculi would want to steer clear of a sealing circle even if they're sure they're safe.

In an adjacent warehouse, Sloth uses Al to attack Ed. Since contact causes an unstable reaction, Ed has to stay clear. He draws a transmutation circle using tables in the warehouse and uses it to freeze Sloth.

Meanwhile, Lust vomits up her stones. Wrath sneers that she must have wanted to die if she wanted to become human, and Lust wonders if that's true. Wrath kills her, but wonders if that's true for him too.

We get a flashback to the transmutation from Sloth's perspective. Dante arrived apparently the same night to feed her stones. (The question of how she knew to be there is sort of answered by her saying they're Hohenheim's sons so she knew they'd try it.) Dante confirms that all the homunculi were messes to begin with, and only gain complete forms after eating the red stones. Sloth is confused by Trisha's memories, and Dante says she will understand once she becomes human.

Back in the present, Sloth manages to melt herself by… shivering?

Sloth says that she wants to kill Ed so she can be free of her memories. By killing him, she'll prove she's not the person she remembers.

Ed stabs Sloth, and she suddenly explodes. Ed says he transmuted his automail into sodium. Clever!

Wrath fuses himself with Sloth, which paralyzes her because of the remains. Not so clever, Wrath!

Apparently you can't normally transmute a whole body; even Kimblee only transmutes part of the body. The reason Ed was able to break Greed's shield is because homunculi aren't human, and can be wholly transmuted. Ah, that also explains why people can't do what Wrath does. Ed uses this principle to transmute all of Sloth into ethanol, causing her to evaporate. Oh, and it looks like he actually grabs some elements from the ground first, which explains where he's getting the carbon from. Since the inability to turn water into wine was a plot point earlier, it's good that they actually accounted for that.

And… Winry is watching them? We end quite suddenly.

Conclusion

What a fantastic set of episodes! This had wonderful buildup, and the tactics used in the battle were so clever! You can see that the directors went through a lot of trouble to establish where everything was to make the alchemy plausible. Probably why they chose to set it in a warehouse, haha. And the battle is matched in violence by emotion – the brothers finally face head-on their sin and how they feel about it, and we get even more philosophizing from the homunculi's side. As I said last time, the nature of humanity and personhood are crucial themes to OG, and we see that in full display here. I love how we see Lust's humanity contrasted with her still vicious behavior towards Sloth and Wrath, Wrath's mommy issues, Sloth's anti-mommy issues… It's such a rich picture.

My only real criticism, I think, is that I wish there was more of it! Oddly for OG, I think this felt a little rushed, mainly because Ed and Al have avoided the subject for so long. There wasn't really enough time to have both a satisfying battle and to fully address all these issues. I'd have liked to see Ed and Al discuss this a little more beforehand, maybe get a bit more of Sloth too. That might have alleviated some of Al's idiot ball, too – the only excuse I can come up with is that he must still be mentally 11, but you can only lean on that so far.

That, and, I don't know why they're so cordial to Tucker when Ed was totally willing to punch his face in the first time. I'd have liked to see them still angry about Nina, given how that was such a crucial part of their lives; right now, it feels like they've forgotten about her.

Let's update our homunculi list:

Greed is wasted.

Lust defects, and is killed out of vengeance for a loved one.

Sloth is paralyzed.

These two are more poetic than ironic, but I still think they're a lot better executed than Brotherhood's poetic fates. I love that Lust is actually lust – she desires humanity, life, connection, everything that the too-human Dante spurns. So of course she defects. Greed talked a big game about rebelling because he wanted more, but I think Lust has the better, and more meaningful, claim there.

I will admit that Brotherhood!Sloth's fate is probably the most clever of those fates; killing Sloth by outlasting him sort of represents overcoming your own sloth. But agonizingly long battles are not OG's style and, in my opinion, not terribly good storytelling in general, so I find this a much more efficient way of fitting the theme. I do think it's ironic in a more general sense, in that her power is evasiveness: of course she's killed when she's pinned down. Perhaps we could also say that she's sort of killed by anti-sloth, in that she would have survived if Wrath hadn't tried to help, but that's a bit of a reach.

I have to say I'm also finding it interesting how there are strange echoes of Brotherhood in how this plays out. Greed is destroyed by the main villain, the fight moves to Briggs, Ed mistakes Hohenheim for the villain, Sloth is sent to assassinate the heroes and is assassinated herself, Lust brings up the possibility of brute-forcing a homunculi to death… It makes me wonder if these are coincidences, or if they did get a more comprehensive outline than I thought. Or cause and effect could be reversed -- Arakawa may have included those elements later as an homage to the anime.

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She doesn't like labels? That's pretty rich, coming from someone who wears designer shit regularly. Any red carpet-adjacent event, or business meeting (she hustles, I'll give her that), she's dressed up in a name. I know that celebs often either rent or get borrowed clothes from the brands, but not paying for it doesn't make it any less labelled. And she's trying to create her own brand name, including clothes...? Hypocrite.

LOL that is something.

And from my knowledge, brands do not carry her? Nina had quite a good relationship with Zac Posen back in the day and is a Dior girl too I think, but Jules? Some boutiques or athletic brands probably send her stuff but no house will offer her anything. She is not the hot shit she makes herself to be. Dunno if she even has a stylist at all, who could possibly pull some pieces for her. If she is a buyer tho… Beyonce is a buyer too xd I don't think she even was offered Dolce & Gabbana, who pay a lot so the stars would wear their atrocities. But then again, they tend to go for the biggest names. D&G mindset is similar to Jules tho x.x they could be easy friends I imagine.

Fairy Queen does however share the same agents/managers as Benny Boy, and judging by all his looks (i mean!!!), he does not have a stylist either. I’m not into Ferragamo style most of the days but please, take Ben back cuz he desperately needs it.

What I meant was that she's not into personal labels?? the shit… and she is not straight… she can be whoever she wants… self improvement quotes… no follow up, no labels, no attachments.

#the rono adventures ask #should i collect all bens looks and tell the whole world how bad is it?