#THE COLOURS ARE SO FUCKED BUT??? WE BALL I GUESS
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i like davekat :]
#first post on this blog assuming i keep it for more than 1 month HW TJEHGHT#davekat#karkat vantas#dave strider#homestuck#homestuck fanart#karkat#THE COLOURS ARE SO FUCKED BUT??? WE BALL I GUESS
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"Will the stars truly forgive us...?"
(i dunno man i just wanted an excuse to do a full piece with mur again)
#jupiter's radiation || art tag#sky: children of the light#sky cotl#sky: children of the light fanart#sky cotl fanart#wounded warrior#season of remembrance#the fact that it took me so long to figure out the background colour just so they didnt blend in so much is absurd#sky oc murtagh#everything looks kinda wack but. oh well i guess#fuck it we ball i dunno
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Gender Gap. Part 2
I laid the latex maid outfits out for my new toy to look at. I had taken the liberty to include contrasting cages too. He gurgled a protest around the ball gag and I slapped him hard across the face. He whimpered a little bit and I grabbed his shrunken balls roughly….
“Now, you little streak of rat’s piss. This is what will be happening. I’m going to give you a choice. It will be the only one you’ll get while you’re in my company. Pick a dress and a cage. We’re going to film a little video and it will be uploaded to every account you have…..LinkedIn, Facebook, tinder…..Grindr. I say that, because you might get a lot of new followers who like sissy cunts.”
He cried in pain as I then spitefully twisted his nipples. When he stopped snivelling he grunted and nodded his head toward the black dress. It was predictable, but at least the cage would be nice and pink for my little whore. In truth, he would be wearing both at various points, but we had to start somewhere. I locked the cage on his disgusting cock and tugged it once in place. Another gagged yelp escaped his mouth and another slap followed.
I stood him up and forced the dress on his body. The glossy latex clung to him, with the skirt flitting out nicely at the bottom. I spun him around and inserted a matching pink anal plug up his ass. His eyes widened as the toy invaded his rectum and he slumped in resignation. I was disappointed, I was expecting this ‘alpha’ prick to put up a fight…..but he was cowed and humiliated already.
I produced the black stockings and put them on his legs….one of them was laddered….enhancing his look of a used slut. The high heels were too small, but I wedged his trotters in them and dragged him to his feet. He tottered unsteadily, more groans of pain emanating from his drooling lips.
“There. We’re almost done. But you look far too ugly and I want a pretty maid, don’t I? So, I think we need to see if I can perform a miracle and turn you into something even I might want to fuck.”
I grabbed the make up bag and started to apply the rouge and the lipstick. His lips were perfectly wrapped around the ball gag, making it easier to paint him into a tart. Next, the garish blue eye shadow, mascara and false lashes.
I stood back and checked my work so far. “My goodness, you really are a wanton sissy aren’t you? If I check your cage I wonder if you like it so far.”
Of course he had a mirror in his office and I shunted him over to look. He struggled and tried to curse at me….so I stuck my hand up his ass and started to manoeuvre the plug around. He shrieked like a bitch and guess what? The dreary little cock was straining in its prison. I chuckled and brought him back to the chair to continue his makeover. The auburn wig wasn’t quite his colour, but he looked presentable from behind at least. The setting up of the camera took time, but at last we were ready as I got him on all fours….crawling around his office and shaking his plugged ass for me. I lifted the skirt and the base of the squat plug was firmly on show, along with the cock cage dangling uselessly in front.
The leather slave collar was buckled on and I led him around the office a few times. When I bent him over his desk, i made sure his cuffs were tight. He saw me take the strapon and step into it….i did it slowly and deliberately just to give him time to beg….but it wasn’t going to change my mind.
The camera was set and so was I……the plug would be removed and there would be no doubt, the little slag’s mascara would be running down his face….
TBC
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Bestie, I just saw the Calvin Klein ad for JAW, and he got me thirsty for some Carmy. I'm thinking childhood friend he was head over heels for before he left and never told them. friend comes to the Bear and something cute occurs?
idk bestie my brain just fried itself coming up with just that, message me if you want more info and I'll pull something out of my ass
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Ugh, same! That ad was certainly something!
I hope you like the fic :)
Title: Reunion
Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites. @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee
It felt strange coming back to the restaurant after so many years staying away from it. You popped in occasionally after Mike’s suicide but it never really felt the same. You hadn’t really been a regular since Carmy left (not that he was ever in the restaurant that often) but now you had a reason to come back. You smiled as you walked through the doors and into the familiar restaurant, however you couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. You really shouldn’t have stayed away for so long.
“Oi, y/n, where the fuck have you been?”
The lunch rush had died down and you beamed at Richie who was behind the counter. He gave you an unimpressed look but you could see the amusement in his eyes.
“Missed me?” you asked teasingly
“Fuck no.”
“Then I guess I’m not welcome here.”
“You don’t get to leave this fucking quickly. Not after being away for so fucking long.”
Richie practically pushed you into a seat and you rolled your eyes teasingly. Maybe you shouldn’t have stayed away for so long. You looked over your shoulder as you heard the door slam open.
“What the fuck- y/n?”
Ah. And there was the reason why you decided to visit again. Carmy was staring at you wide eyed. You smiled softly and stood up.
“Heya Carm.”
“Y/n… you’re here… I thought…”
The colour started to rise to Carmy’s cheeks and you stood up and walked over to him. He seemed mildly startled and stumbled back.
“I’ve got to, y’know, go to the kitchen. Start cooking.”
Carmy practically ran into the kitchen and you couldn’t help but feel deflated. You had always been too afraid to tell him your feelings and when he went away you knew your chance had been lost. You had tried to move on (emphasis on tried) but seeing Carmy again ignited all your old feelings. You went back to your table and slumped into your seat. Well, that certainly cleared things up about Carmy’s feelings towards you.
What you didn’t know was that Carmy was having a similar dilemma in the back. Syd stood in front of the door to his office. She folded her arms and raised her eyebrows at him.
“What’s going on out there.” she said
“Nothing.”
“Didn’t look like nothing.”
“Cousin here was always fucking in love with y/n out there,” Richie said as he slung an arm over Carmy’s shoulders, “but he didn’t have the fucking balls to tell her before he left.”
“I wasn’t in love with her,” Carmy snapped, shrugging Richie’s arm off of him, “she was a friend.”
“But he always wanted it to be more.” said Richie
“No I fucking didn’t!”
“Well y/n certainly did,” Tina said from the kitchen, “you never noticed the looks she kept giving you.”
When nobody responded Tina looked up from her chopping. Richie was giving Carmy an amused and smug look while Syd looked intrigued, clearly wanting to hear more. The colour had drained from Carmy’s face and he was looking paler than usual.
“What?” Tina said, “It was fucking obvious.”
“I didn’t know.” said Carmy weakly
“‘Course you fucking didn’t.” Tina said rolling her eyes
“Then now’s your fucking chance,” said Richie, “to stop your fucking pining.”
“I don’t pine.” snapped Carmy
“Well maybe now would be a good time to-” started Syd
“I have work to do,” said Carmy, “we have the dinner rush- hey, what the fuck are you doing!”
Richie grabbed Carmy and practically pushed him out of the kitchen. You looked up when Carmy stumbled out. An awkward silence settled between you and you thought that Carmy was going to run away again. Instead he took a deep breath and went over to you and sat down opposite you. You smile gently at him but Carmy was looking down at the table.
“So,” you said, “long time no see.”
“Yeah.”
“I missed you.”
“I…”
Carmy cut himself off, unable to tell you how he really felt. You pursed your lips but didn’t press the issue. You knew Carmy too well to push him too far.
“Not in the kitchen then?” you asked
“No I-”
Carmy ran a hand over his face. He couldn’t exactly tell you that he was forced out here. How he really wanted to be here with you but didn’t know if he could do it.
“To tell you the truth,” you said, “I’m glad you’re out here.”
“You are?”
“Yeah. I-”
This time it was you who cut off mid sentence. You tried to find the right words as Carmy looked up slowly, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
“I wanted to catch up.” you finished lamely, the courage you had originally felt disappearing
“Catch up?”
“Well, among other things.” you muttered, face hot
“Such as?”
“Oh you know.”
“Would you like to get dinner?”
You looked at Carmy wide eyed and even he seemed shocked at his outburst.
“Only if you want,” he said, retreating back into his shell slightly, “If not just forget I said anything.”
“Yes,” you said quickly, “Yes I do.”
“Really?”
“Yeah!”
It took Carmy a second to realise what you had said. In a flash he was on his feet and offering you his hand which, much to his surprise, you took.
“Shall we go somewhere else,” he said, “I don’t think we’ll get complete privacy here.”
You glanced over at the kitchen and immediately heard people running back into the kitchen. You heard the familiar yelling of Richie and smiled.
“Sounds like a plan.”
#fanfiction#the bear#reader insert#request#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto x reader
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hc: witch!reader x 141 (+ Ale, Rudy, König, Horangi) as monsters
A monster's high
word count: 1.5k
tags: they/them pronouns, poc friendly, 3rd person pov, proof read by me so sorry for any mistakes, nsfw, fluff
warnings: a bit of body horror
a/n: i initially meant for this to be fluffy but uhhh I guess I'm a whore 🥰 enjoy either way!!! 💙 pls if u wanna see anything pls let me know, cuz I just want more excuses to talk abt monster cod mw2 guys!!
Soap (werewolf):
Johnny has a habit of scenting his witch when they have to go somewhere without him, and he claims it's to keep them safe from other monsters. but does he really need to rub his face all over their tummy and ass??
Johnny's witch takes care of him during his ruts by brewing him teas for his stomach aches. and provides him with their worn clothes so he can have familiar and comforting scents around him when he's rutting.
Soap also likes to hang out with his witch during nights on a full moon, so he can turn and run in the forest. and sometimes they even play catch with him, by throwing a stick and he runs after it, getting it for her, for pets and praises, tail wagging and all.
Ghost (symbiote):
Simon Riley is pretty cool, kind and pleasant to hang out with, Ghost on the other hand is dark in a weirdly attractive way (monster fucker alert). Ghost doesn't really have a form, they're just a mass of black matter that merges and melts into Simon's pores, but also has a voice of its own.
Reader has gotten used to Ghost jumping in on conversations when they're talking with Simon. And has even gotten used to Ghost threathening (flirting) to eat them (??). While Simon always apologises about Ghost, reader hasn't figured out if Ghost wants to eat them literally or sexually.
Reader has also gotten used to walking around Simon's place and being suddenly pulled into a dark corner by a cold tentacle attached to Simon's symbiote. Then asked in a very ominous voice "Can you get orange juice from the corner store? Simon can't, too tired."
Reader shrugs and nods, "Okay." while being held up in the air by dark matter.
"Thank you." Ghost whispers, their voice raising all the hairs in reader's body.
Price (Dragon hybrid):
he can breathe fire, but doesn't allow himself to so he satiates the urge with cigars. Breathing fire is a hazard and can put others around him in danger, and he can accidentally destroy his belongings by allowing the tickle of a flame leave his throat.
But sometimes he slips up, for example when he's balls deep in reader (don't ask me how we got here). They were curious about what it'd be like fucking a dragon hybrid and how can Price say no to those pretty eyes?
It happens when he's about to orgasm, and he feels fire tickle his throat, and when he can't swallow the urge back, he throws his head back and let's out fire escape his lips, blowing it upward so it doesn't catch on anything.
And then when reader realises what he just did, he gets shy about it. Usually he doesn't spit fire when he fucks someone, but reader doesn't need to know that.
Gaz (Crow harpy hybrid):
first of all, Gaz has the prettiest, softest feathers. They're black but Show different colours when lights hit them in different angles. And reader spends a lot of time just admiring them and caressing them while he plays his favourite video game.
And when they accidentally press on the feathers a bit too hard, he jumps and grabs their wrist, "Don't do that again, please."
"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry." Reader apologises
"You didn't, they're just a bit sensitive… That's all." Gaz mumbles and they nod, resuming caressing his feathers in the gentlest way possible as Gaz resumes his game and tries to ignore the tingle at the base of his spine, making him shudder and heat up.
Horangi (Tiger shifter):
at first he scared reader because when they first met him, he was in his tiger form napping in the living room when reader walked in, completely clueless with a bunch of ingredients for a potion in their arms, "I got the-"
They used all of their strenght not to drop everything in their arms because the ingredients are expensive while they stood, facing a sleeping tiger, taking up the whole couch.
The tiger quickly noticed their presence and woke up, lazily blinking and letting out a big yawn, revealing a sharp set of teeth and reader readied themselves to cast a spell if the tiger was to ever attack or try anything.
The tiger kept staring at reader until they got bored and stood up on the couch, and shifted just like that, fur flipped into pink soft skin and bones reshaping themselves in real time.
And so reader was face to face with a naked man in the middle of Soap's living room.
König (eldritch):
König wears a huge diy'ed mask on his head, covering red and black smooth salty skin and tentacles. Sometimes he lets them hang outside the mask, poking and prodding this and that when he's comfortable, but most of the time they're hidden, out of sight.
Reader has yet to figure out where all of his tentacles come from, they know they come from his head, from the area that would be considered his chin and jaw if he had one, like a beard that has a mind of its own.
They've seen peeks of König shirtless a couple of times, but couldn't see any extra limbs or tentacles coming out of his skin, so how earth does he manages to wrap them in huge long tentacles? Where do they come from??
They've asked König of course, but all he did was smile, his eyes shaping half moons, patt their head and walked off without a word.
Alejandro (werewolf):
The only other werewolf in the bunch apart from Johnny. This man has also an obsession with scenting reader after Johnny scented them just to get a rise out of him.
He's territorial of course, very protective and loves to bite and nip at reader when they let him. Be it their hips, waist, tummy or ass, he'll happily sink his teeth in any part of their body as long as they let him.
He's also allergic to wearing clothes when the sun shines, if Alejandro senses that summer is very near, he'll strip to his boxers and hang around in all of his tan and hairy glory.
And reader is only human, when they see him like that, their heart skips a beat and they quickly leave the room Alejandro or otherwise he'll somehow smell them getting aroused.
And Alejandro doesn't even need to smell their arousal to know they're affected, because he can hear their thumping heart when he focuses his hearing.
They also try to avoid him when they've had their back blown by a local resident monster (only Soap's pack tho, no one else or they'll (141 & Co.) have a mental breakdown lmao) because he can smell the cum plugged inside them. and even when they've showered, washed away all traces of sex, he still can smell it underneath all the soap, lotion and body mist. And when he does smell it, he corners them and bullies them into telling him how it went down while they whine and beg him to let them go (they actually love it dw guys, ale would let them go as soon as they express real discomfort)
Rudy (human):
The second human in the pack after reader. While reader is a witch and in tune with the spiritual and supernatural world, Rudy can't feel shit. like nothing at all. everyone might be on edge because they can smell someone's heat and he'd be sitting there absolutely oblivious, at least reader is knowledgeable enough to know the signs of a heat or rut without smelling it.
Reader might be reluctant to go somewhere because they feel like the vibes are off, or the place is cursed and haunted, and Rudy would shrug and go in to retrieve whatever must be retrieved.
Rudy could be checking himself out in a mirror while a spirit would be looking right back at him and reader is just standing there, uncomfortable while he hums and fixes his hair and the spirit is highly confused because how the fuck isn't he being seen by the dumb very handsome human?
He's the type of guy who'd brush off any attempt at scaring him or cursing him without a second thought, a witch would try to curse him by planting a little pouch under his door matt and Rudy would absolutely have no idea and would never step on the matt at his doorstep because his legs are long and he never needed to step on it in the first place, he even has another one inside his house as well, it's just there to look nice really, so the curse never took effect in the first place until reader shows up and hisses in disgust, immediately finding the pouch for Rudy and throwing it away.
Even when a demon is actively trying to cause him nightmares, Rudy doesn't even notice because every night our boy passes out on werewolf knot, brain melted out of his ears, he barely has the energy to open one eye so it's impossible for his brain to conjure up dreams or be active enough so the demon can plant nightmares into his head.
I imagine Rudy getting his organs rearranged in the nastiest way possible while the invisible demon is just standing there like 🧍♀️😐 waiting for Rudy and the werewolf, who is probably Ale to be done so he can give him nightmares.
He's our unbothered King and I love him very much.
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What do Shax and a 30-year-old Sandman comic have in common? Puns. The answer is always puns.
While I've recently revealed Shax does actually know how to spell, (she's just really old), the "angle" message Shax throws through the window to demand the "angel" one was a little trickier, because it's not Middle English, or even Old French, it's probably the oldest pun in Good Omens... it's latin.
Good Omens Season 2, Episode 5, 2023
Fortunately, a time travelling Neil Gaiman left answers for us in his 1995 Sandman special "Sandman midnight theatre." See for yourself.
Sandman Midnight Theatre, Neil Gaiman, Matt Wagner, Teddy Kristiansen, 1995
"Still, they have some illuminated manuscripts in their library which throw fascinating light on early church history. "Not angels, but angles" eh? I've been angling for permission to browse through their manuscript collection for yonks."
Appropriate for an English reverend to be curious about "Angels and not Angles". It's THE earliest christian pun, attributed to Pope Gregory the Great in the 6th century CE.
Oxford reference essential quotations
It comes from a historical account of the pope walking through a market in Rome, and seeing some exotic slave children (i.e. fair hair and blue eyes, and light skin) from what is now the England, and asking where they were from. The master replied that they were "Angles" (Angli in latin) and the pope declared them to be "Angels" (Angeli) instead, which, in latin at that time would have been a pun.
This history from Bede actually influenced a lot of the christian world, so we could conceivably make the point that fair blonde and blue eyed angels comes from the idea that they looked liked the English (who were not christian, but pagan at the time of being newly conquered). Aziraphale's looks in the originsl Good Omens are probably a direct result of the lineage in art of this 1,500 year old pun.
Depictions of angels, 1100 years apart
Which raises the question: if Shax is asking for the Angel Gabriel with her note, the pun doesn't make any fucking sense.
Jon Hamm plays Gabriel as an "American", specifically not English like the rest of the cast. He does have blue eyes, but as far as Shax is concerned, Gabriel's eyes are violet, not really a human colour. Shax could just actually be stupid (I guess?) and not realize that in modern English that constitutes a mistake (boring), or that Americans succeeded in 1776 (hilarious). But here's a quirkier theory: Shax knows what she's talking about, and she's gunning for Maggie.
If you look really closely, demons show up and start hanging around the street earlier in the ball than you would guess. Once a fair number have amassed, they stay waiting for Shax to lead them. However, even though she hasn't shown up yet, they eagerly chase Maggie down the street from her shop. They're only stopped by Crowley, and Maggie gets safely into the ball.
Once inside, she has quite a stunning change of costume, highlighting her blonde hair and blue eyes:
There's so much more evidence to suggest that Maggie isn't really a normal human, but this post is long enough. What I will say is that it's subtle, but once the demon attack really gets going (no thanks to Maggie), Shax and the other demons never look for Jim once, even when he leaves the mezzanine. They concentrate all their efforts on Aziraphale, Maggie and Nina, and never mention Gabriel again.
While Maggie is a Scottish name, and she clearly has some links to Scotland if a random pub in Edinburgh is buying records from her in Soho, she does have a distinctly English accent, and lest we forget...
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thanks as always to @embracing-the-ineffable and @thebluestgreen for the tasty links and sounding board.
#good omens meta#good omens 2#art director talks good omens#go season 2#go meta#good omens season two#good omens season 2#good omens#go2#good omens prime#nina and maggie#anthony j crowley#jimbriel#crowley x aziraphale
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BITCH-SEED: (The leaving gift)
Jenny loved her younger brother Toby so much. He was funny, kind and musically talented. He was a drummer in a Nirvana inspired school band and didn't lack for moral courage. He was a cool kid who looked out for others - she was really proud of him.
That was why she begged him to stop trying to intervene with her bullying by mean-girl Aimee and her bunch of cronies.
Aimee was a blonde, spoiled rich girl who had taken a dislike to Jenny. She was cruel, self-absorbed and malicious and seemed to spend a considerable part of her energy looking for ways to ruin Jenny's life.
The popular mean girl had a vindictive and cruel streak and Jenny didn't want her brother being targeted and victimised next. Besides, they were moving schools next week so what was the point? Her Dad was getting a job in a new town and the family were all moving. Jenny was looking forward to the fresh start.
She was by the lockers clearing out some of her things ready for the move one day, when she heard a familiar voice.
"Hey loooooser."
Jenny's bowels clenched in fear as she heard the teasing, superior voice of her bully behind her and she turned to see Aimee and her clique of girls standing before her.
Aimee was impossibly pretty. Her blonde hair was platinum and straight and perfect in every way. Her flawless features were smooth and beautiful, her clothing expensive and painfully tasteful. She wore white knee length boots, so shiny you could see your face in them, a pleated black mini-skirt and a cute pink sweater of some highly expensive material. A pretty pink bow was pinned into her hair.
Cold blue eyes regarded Jennny maliciously, Amiee's pink lip-glossed lips twitching into a malevolent smile as she examined her acrylic nails - long and white - and advanced on her victim.
"Ohhh are you clearing out your locker already loser? So sorry to hear you're leaving us. I guess that means you think you're getting away from me?"
Jenny backed nervously away from the other girl and shrieked as she crashed into the open door of the locker behind her. The impact bruised her back and sent a stab of pain through her body.
Amiee and her girls howled with laughter enjoying seeing Jenny make a clutz of herself as usual.
"I'll have to find some other pathetic fuck to do my homework and top up my coffee money," laughed Amiee. "You're so fucking pathetic Jenny. It doesn't matter where you go, you'll never amount to anything."
"Hey - leave her alone," snarled a voice and Jenny felt a stab of fear as Toby suddenly appeared at her side. "You bunch of bitches better leave my sister alone. I'm sick of watching you float around here as if the world owes you a living. None of you have got any real backbone. You're just parasites who live off your Daddy's money. Get out of here."
The girls all looked at one another in genuine puzzlement and Amiee smirked - tossing her hair coldly and folding her arms dangerously beneath her breasts.
"Oh yeah nerd? You think you can protect your dumb sister from us? I don't think so and thanks for helping me make my mind up about something I've been planning for a while. Girls I think it's time we gave our leaving gifts to these losers."
Holding out their palms facing up, the popular girls all began to giggle and smirk as with a buzzing, crackling sound, tiny motes of energy materialised above their open hands. They formed into small spheres of pastel coloured energy that floated in the air. The siblings gawked in astonishment.
Amiee's was the largest. A ball of bratty pink light that shone with a powerful radiance and seemed to whisper toxic ideas into the mind.
"Each of these is a bitch-seed. It's how we make more members of our clique. The seeds contain our memories of makeup, boys and fashion and also our stronger personalities and feminine desires that will corrupt and transform anyone they enter. One of you is going to become JUST like us and I think we both know who..."
Laughing Amiee turned and blew on her seed. It shot from her hand and hit Toby... crackling as it entered his body and he groaned in shock.
He gasped as the delicious pink energy throbbed and thrummed through him and around him... strange new thoughts and desires filling his mind as his bones and body ached.
Doesn't it feel good to be girly?
It did feel... good. Really good.
Toby's short brown hair lengthened and his features became softer. Pretty lashes blinked in astonishment and he tugged uncomfortably at his clothing as his hips cracked out and his chest tingled as budding breasts began to form. He was becoming a girl!
"You see Jenny," laughed Amiee. "When you start your new school - it's the perfect time to send someone to start a new clique there. I've done my research and your new school is pathetically short of bullies. I've decided your brother will be perfect to start things there. He has real leadership potential and once I've turned him into my mini-me then you'll never be free. The transformation changes reality for any who don't witness it, and soon you'll be the only one who remembers your brother. Now let's fill him up with more, girls!"
More bitch-seeds floated from the girls hands and into Toby. Pink and purple sparks crackled as they merged into him and Toby moaned as each one was absorbed into his body accelerating the physical changes.
Toby groaned as his nice personality was attacked and overwhelmed. He felt so sexy and bitchy and it felt so good to give into all the whispering girly voices telling him to accept the power.
Yesssssss let your like loser personality become ours. Be a mean girl, you know you want to.
Toby giggled and threw back his head - eagerly spreading his arms wide and accepting the energy into his body. He needed this! It felt AMAZING!
Amiee watched in wicked delight summoning another ball of energy and sending it into him.
"Yessss that's it bitch... take all our power and let it transform you. Let your new thoughts take control. Become a fucking bitch just like us."
The girls surrounded Toby and holding our their hands shot more energy into his body. Each blast caused Toby to moan in pleasure and to writhe in ecstasy - clearly enjoying the wicked energy pulsing into his body.
"Yessssss... give it to me... mmmmhhh fill me up. Mmmmh this feels so good yes I wanna be a bitch just like you girls!"
Toby moaned as wicked nails shot from his fingers and his hair lengthened and turned lighter then finally platinum blonde. His body became more feminine with tanned soft skin and beautiful features. Hips cracked out as his chest began to bulge pushing his t shirt out in interesting places.
Jenny sobbed in horror as she watched the transformation. She was powerless to stop the corruption. Toby wasn't even resisting!
The girls were all moaning in unison now, the bullies groaning like sluts as they pushed their most evil, depraved, slutty memories and thoughts into the bitch-seeds.
Toby's mind was being corrupted and overwritten by dozens of memories - Amiee's strongest of all. His own useless boy memories were being overwritten.
Memories of sucking dick, spending money, acting like a spoiled bitch filled the transforming sluts mind. It overrode now useless knowledge. Who needed to play the drums when you could be a cheerleader instead? Who needed to know the names of his male friends when he could be friends with the most popular girls in school.
Hours worth of makeup tutorials, knowledge of how to bully people and manipulate others seared through Toby's malleable mind. The bitch seeds were finding fertile ground.
"Yessssss, I love it," drooled the blonde girl happily as her pretty eyes rolled back in her head. "Give me moooooore!"
"Wow girls - she's really receptive. Pump her mind full of our nastiest memories. Turn her into the meanest, most spoiled slut ever. Burn that boy out of her. Make her into our new friend... Naomi."
Naomi moaned happily as she heard her new name. Yes... that was who she was now. Her pink lips curved into a wicked smile as she felt her breasts swell up nice and big and her useless dick retreat into being her new clit. This was MUCH better.
"Fuck yes girls - make me fucking EVIL!" laughed Naomu as she felt all positive memories and love for her pathetic sister burned out of her mind. This was glorious.
Sobbing in the corner Jenny watched her bullying sister being corrupted into the worst kind of bitch.
By now the energies had even affected Toby's former clothing. His Nirvana t-shirt was now no more, replaced instead by a tight pink dress that fit the new bitch perfectly.
Naomi's nails were long and sharp, her shaven pussy covered by a tiny black thong whose string rode up between her perfect ass cheeks. Full firm breasts, bigger then Jenny's stood proudly on her chest and her bitchy blonde hair fell like a perfect wave around her shoulders.
She and Aimee looked like sisters now.
Aimer and Naomi hugged as if they had known each other all their life and Jenny squirmed in fear at the matching smiles on their perfect faces...
*********
Linda had thought she should go say hi to the new girl on the beach. Jenny seemed nice - although the look of terror on her face as Linda approached was weird.
The chubby nerd wasn't sure why Jenny was so terrified and she didn't even see Naomi from behind till it was too late.
Linda moaned as the bitch-seed conjured by Naomi flowed into her body and she began to change. "That's it nerd," hissed Naomi, "let the bitch in you grow. Become the bitch you were born to be."
In moments Linda had been replaced and had become Leanne instead. Now a spoiled beach bitch she moved to flank her new Alpha with a wicked smile on her face.
"Thanks sis," giggled Naomi. "Another new girl for my clique. I do enjoy turning the ones that would have been your friends into MY friends."
Jenny cried as she looked into her once kind brothers sneering face. Naomi was even worse that Aimee had been. She constantly mocked and teased her sister and made her feel inferior. Worse - her parents were totally enthralled by their popular, successful, beautiful daughter and now despised Jenny.
School was a nightmare - Naomi had created a new clique of bullies and turned the school into her personal playground. She was now head cheerleader and dating the quarterback. Having to listen to Naomi scream in ecstasy as Chad fucked her brains out in hwr bigger bedroom next door was yet another indignity Jenny had to endure.
"Oh by the way loser," grinned Naomi. "Aimee and the girls are visiting this weekend. They're staying over the whole time and I bet you can't wait to catch up with her."
Laughing Naomi strutted away to the admiring stares of everyone whilst her sister cried like a pathetic little bitch.
Guess Penny wasn't enjoying her leaving gift after all...
THE END
#evie hyde#bitchification#m2f transformation#corruption#m2f corruption#bully#bitch-seed#brother#mean girl#bad girl#evil
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Misadventures of the MCs #11
Working the Night Shift: Custom Night 4/20
(In honour of the FNAF movie release)
WHB!MC: ...Are we allowed this many people as night guards?
TWST!Yuu: Probably not but it's not like Phone Guy is alive enough to stop us *shrug*
LTD!MC: Yayyyy!~ Emotional support MCs!~
OB!MC: Are they drunk?
MM!MC: I gave them a few drinks, they were planning to ditch out on us because they were too scared to go again
OB!MC: Ok, since only me and TWST!Yuu survived our nights-
TWST!Yuu: LTD!MC! MM!MC! LIGHTS AND DOORS! WHB!MC! FOXY! I'M ON CAMERAS AND OB!MC YOU'RE ON SOUND LOOKOUT- *smack*
OB!MC: Will you stop yelling child! We can hear you just fine! There's five of us crammed in a tiny ass office!
TWST!Yuu: ...ₛₒᵣᵣᵧ
WHB!MC: Someone's using too much power, we're already on 69% and it's only 1am.
MM!MC: It's not me I think, Chica's behaving so far and OB!MC is scarily accurate with their sound cues, what about you LTD!MC- ...are they asleep?
LTD!MC: ....hehe .....pizzaaaa ...... mmmmm ...hehe
OB!MC: This is why you don't give someone drinks right before- BONNIE INCOMING!
MM!MC: I got it! *shuts door*
MCs: Phew!
WHB!MC: One security guard down I guess...
WHB!MC: Hmm... Say-
OB!MC: No.
WHB!MC: But I didn't even-
OB!MC: No. You can't fuck the animatronics, save that for your demon harem.
WHB!MC: Oh pooh, you're no fun.
OB!MC: It's dangerous- CHICA INCOMING!
MM!MC: Got it... *yawn* *shuts door*
TWST!Yuu: Don't you fall asleep on us too, it's only 2am
MM!MC: I'm not, just bored
WHB!MC: Actually, that reminds me, I saw a pack of uno somewhere
OB!MC: Uno? Are you kidding me? Do you want us to die?
MM!MC: It's better than just pressing buttons for 6 hours.
TWST!Yuu: Fuck yeah, I'm in
WHB!MC: What about Freddy?
TWST!Yuu: Fuck it we ball
OB!MC: ...*sigh* I can't catch a fucking break...
TWST!Yuu: Plus 4! UNO!
WHB!MC: Oh come on! Again? How many fucking plus 4s do you have?
TWST!Yuu: Not telling, OB!MC, plus 4! It's the rules!
OB!MC: ...I can hear Freddy.
TWST!Yuu: Nice try but-
MM!MC: *shuts door*
OB!MC: Bonnie's also coming.
WHB!MC: *shuts door*
OB!MC: *deep breathe*
OB!MC: Reverse, 7, Plus 4, Plus 4, 2, Plus 2, 5, Plus 4, Colour change, Plus 2, 6, 3, 1, 1, Plus 2, Plus 4, Plus 2. Uno.
MCs: ...
MM!MC: Come on TWST!Yuu, that's draw 24.
TWST!Yuu: ...
TWST!Yuu: *bangs door* FUCK THIS GAME!
*Foxy bangs back*
WHB!MC: FUCK OFF FOXY!
OB!MC: Wait how much power do we have? What time is it?
MM!MC: 5am, We're on like 5% thanks to Foxy
OB!MC: Oh we'll be fine then, keep the doors shut and keep playing
MM!MC: 'Kay
OB!MC: TWST!Yuu, draw 24
TWST!Yuu: *whines* fineeeeeeeeeeee
MM!MC: Oh, my turn? Ok. 6, 9, uno, Plus 2. I win. :>
OB!MC & TWST!Yuu: ...HOW ON-
*Lights go out*
OB!MC: Shit. Brace yourselves.
...
*6am Jingle*
MCs:
#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twst#twst yuu#whb#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#what in hell is bad#whb mc#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me mc#om mc#mysme#mysme mc#mystic messenger#mystic messenger mc#ltd#lovetodo#ltd mc#lovetodo mc
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Adventure 11 - Fake Superstition Turned Real
This all started from a casual lunch discussion. If you're not interested, you can skip to slightly further down.
I was having lunch with my team and it landed on a discussion about odd traditions certain people have. They were talking on and on and I was just bored out of my mind. I felt like I needed to contribute. So I came up with a fake tradition.
"Did yall know there are some people that believe if you have sex on Chinese New Year Eve, you will have a good relationship that year?"
"Really?" My manager asked
"Ya. Thats why so many people born in the end of year."
Instead of fact checking what i said, they started talking about how more people were born in the end of the year...
(Hopefully she doesn’t see this post lolll)
I thought that was the end of it. Till our weekly team drinks on Wednesday night. On that day, only one of my colleague, my manager and I could make it. We had drinks and just casually chatted. My colleague then had to leave early and just left my manager and I.
"That day, what you said during lunch, is it true?"
I got slightly confused before it clicked. I just said yes to see where it would go. And she started telling me how she telling me how she is no longer young and how she focused so much on her career but she don't want to be single.
I comforted her by telling her the standard "oh you should not settle stuff".
"Do you think it works a few weeks before the eve of CNY?"
"Errr welllll..."
"No harm trying your this superstition is guess? I had a good time last time too hahaha" she said.
She booked a grab to her place and we left the bar. In the car, she started touching my dick and feel it slowly get hard. I had the urge to just face fuck here there and then but held back. I wanted to return the favour, but she was wearing a tight pencil skirt with a low cut buttoned top making it difficult to keep it discrete. Part of her bra was on display and I could see the driver trying to get a look at it.
She told me she rents the place and stays alone. I could tell that she was slightly drunk as she did not care that the driver was there at all. She then said I could be as wild as I want.
Once we reached her place and her door closed, she tied up her hair and got on her knees to undo my pants. My cock sprang out and slapped her face. She proceeded to start stroking and her mouth started sucking on my balls. Seeing her face under my cock got me even harder. Before long, part of my dick was disappearing in her mouth.
It got sloppy real fast. I felt slightly bad that she was doing all the work. So I dragged her by her hair and walked her to the sofa. Once she was on the sofa in doggy position, I pulled up her skirt and to my delight, her panties was damp with her juices. She was already wet, ready for my dick. I pulled it down and placed my dick at the entrance.
"How desperate do you want it?"
"I need it master. This slut needs...AHHHH"
As usual, I did not wait for her to finish and thrusted it in. The back of her sofa was a mirror wall. I could see her eyes roll back as i continued thrusting in and out of her pussy. Moans filled the room to the point where i was slightly worried her neighbours would complain. But maybe they are used to her moans since she probably fucks alot.
"Fuck master.. Just like that.. Last time.. I had a dick... in my pussy.. was 5 years... ago..."
I was puzzled.
"I dont remember it feeling so good"
"Great. I want you begging for more."
I turned her around and continued fucking her missionary with my hands on her throat choking her.
"These shirt is blocking my access to your tits"
"Sorry master"
She began slowly unbuttoning her shirt. I, on the other hand, was not that patient. I pushed her hands away and rippied her shirt open. Buttons were flying everywhere and it revealed her heavily padded nude colour bra. As my cock continued in and out of her, I pulled the bra down and pulled on her tits. Using her nipples as handles to move her in and out of my dick.
I suddenly just stopped and walk to sit on the window seat. She looked at me in confusion as I stroke my dick looking at her.
"Crawl here and keep my dick warm slut"
"Yes master" she got on all 4s and crawled over on the cold hard floor. Once in front of me, she started moving her head up and down. Each time trying to get deeper and deeper.
"You like the taste of your juices?"
"Mhmmm" as she sucks away.
I wrapped her hair around my fingers and controlled her head movements. Without warning I would stop her head from coming up till she gagged. Tears were flowing out of her eyes and her make up ruined but she did not ask to stop.
Once I was satisfied with the wetness of my dick, I got her up and pressed against the window before fucking her hard. It was late and she stayed quite high up. So I was not too worried anyone would see.
"Yeaa moan out loud. Show your neighbourhood how much of a slut you are."
"im fucked... so sillyyy"
I gave her surprisingly nice ass a few good spanks and pulled her head back to degrade her more.
I was about to cum so I got her on her knees and she started stroking with both hands.
"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out."
She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out as instructed. With her eyes closed, I shot my cum all over her face. She licked the last few drips leaking out and cleaned it up like a pro.
"Don't forget me when you get a boyfriend okay?" I told her looking at her cum coated face. She smiled with one eye open as the other of covered in cum.
Slept on her sofa and went again in the morning for "extra luck" before heading to office.
The End
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We did chill together for abit after we washed up and talked about being fwbs. But the concern is that she is my direct manager. Drop me a message and let me know what do yall think?
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Ghostface! Sam
Masterlist
ACT 1
Characters are high school seniors, so 18.
Warnings: foul language, murder, blood, sam's super obvious, use of y/n, maybe some spelling errors.
You sat on the table out in the school yard, looking on as some reporters and police officers conducted brief interviews with anyone who'd entertain them. Sam sat on the bench, leaning back between your legs.
Jake shakes his head, "can you believe it? Our town's got its own serial killer."
You scoff, "the guy's hardly serial it was two people and he didn't even have the balls to do it bare faced, I mean a mask? Fucking pussy."
"Yeah but there could be more, I mean he killed people we knew, one of us could be next," Sam shrugged, looking up at you.
"Don't be an ass." You smack the back of his head and he laughs.
"Who do you guys think did it?" Jake asks looking around the group.
"My bet's on Jared, Stacy's ex. He never got over her." Amanda shrugs.
You shake your head, "no way, look at him. He's a mess," you nod towards Jared who was speaking tearfully with a reporter. "Besides he loved her, why would he kill her, though that would be pretty good motive 'if I can't have you, no one can' but my guess is it's whoever she'd stolen Randy from or some one of the other thousand people in this school she pissed off."
Jake laughs, "oh man, I forgot you're into this shit. Your girl's a freak Sammy" he nudges Sam, you roll your eyes.
Sam shakes his head, a hand running up your calf, "we should get to class, see you guys later...or not." He smiles, getting up and draping his arm over your shoulders, leading you away.
That afternoon, Sam dropped you at your house after school, promising to spend the night cause he didn't want you to get hurt, you know with a masked freak running around killing people and all.
You sigh, dropping your backpack on the floor, your parents were out of the country, as usual, God bless diplomats. You shrugged off your jacket and stripped down to just to your tan top and underwear because the place was so darn hot, settling on the couch, preparing to watch however many episodes of Criminal Minds your brain could handle.
You're invested in an episode about someone making real people into dolls when your phone rings, startling you. Assuming it was your boyfriend you picked up. "Hey"
"Hello Y/n" the voice on the other end sounded raspy and distorted, like the one the news reporters had described.
You assumed it was Sam pulling your leg, "Haha very funny Sam."
"This isn't Sam, you stupid bitch!"
You're taken aback by the sudden outburst, silence on your end.
"Oh what's the matter sweetheart? You scared of a 'pussy in a mask'?" The killer mimicked your earlier words.
You swallow, "What the hell do you want?"
"I wanna play a game."
"yeah? What game is that?" You ask warily.
"We're gonna play some horror trivia, I know you love scary movies. Here are the rules, I ask three questions, you get them right and I won't carve up your sweet little boyfriend, that sound good?"
"Fuck you, if you hurt him-"
"You'll what? Kill me" the voice laughs, you feel nervous tears roll down your cheeks.
"First question, you have five seconds. What was the name of the killer in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Five-"
"Leatherface" you cut him off.
"Very good Yn."
You feel relief wash over you.
"Second question, Which movie did the kid die in the sewer? Five four-"
"IT"
"Very nice- I love those panties by the way, black's your colour"
Fear fills you, looking around hastily you click the alarm system on your phone, locking the doors and windows. "What?" Your voice trembles.
"Final question and I want you to think very carefully about this one y/n..."
You try to steady your breathing.
"Did you just lock me in or out?"
You panic running to the kitchen to grab a knife, the alarm system disarms and a sob escapes you, as you turn it on again, only for it to be turned off again, you back yourself into the wall, too shocked and panicked to even think of hiding. You watch as the front door knob jiggled, quiet sobs escaping you, holding the knife firmly.
You're about to charge blindly when the door opens, dropping the knife when you realize it's just Sam.
He looks both confused and alarmed when he sees your condition,"baby are you okay?"
You hold onto him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. He rubs your back holding you close, he kisses your head, "it's okay, it's okay I got you. It's alright"
You sat on the couch watching him barricade the doors and make sure the windows were secure. "I'll be fine."
"You're not fine, you were scared and crying and that son of bitch threatened you." He sat next to you on the couch, your hand finds its way into his dyed hair.
"I just- thank you" you smile, he kisses your lips.
You're silent for a moment staring at the tv, when a thought crosses your mind. "You know, he said- he said, 'are you scared of a pussy in a mask' how would he know I said that?...Unless he was there" you mused. Sam looks unphased.
"Don't over think it you'll go insane," His hand travels up our thigh, planting a kiss on your lips and down your neck.
"maybe, he's one of our friends."
He laughs, "You think the killer is one of our friends? No way, Jake throws up in bio when we have to dissect a frog,Riley's a moron and Amanda well, she's not very bright."
He's on top of you now, positioned between your legs. You smile, "and you?" You meant to tease.
He smirked, "Oh baby, I'm interested in rearranging your guts in only one way."
You laughed, pushing his face away from you, "You're such an idiot, who says that."
His smiles, dipping his head down to kiss your neck, his hand creeping into your panties.
The next morning at school, when you and Sam arrive the reporters are there again, you squint, the bright sun in your eyes.
"Why are they here again?" You ask. Amanda pulls you into a hug.
"Babe, I'm so happy you're alive, good thing Sam got there or that could've been you."
You and Sam look at each other, "What could've been me?"
Riley puts his arm over Amanda's shoulder, "Principal Reed, he got attacked last night. He died on the way to the hospital, his daughter found him too late."
"What the fuck, and they're sure it's the same guy?" You grimace.
"They're pretty sure, small town three murders already. It's likely," Amanda interjects.
You take a deep breath, "Son of a bitch. I actually liked Principal Reed, he was a nice man."
Sam smiled, looking at you. "At least we know you're not the killer."
You roll your eyes, "yeah yeah I'm going to class."
Amanda shoves a flyer in your hand before you could walk away, "Halloween party Friday night at my place-you know memorial for the dead or what not, you better come."
You chuckle, of course she'd use any opportunity to party. "There's a killer on the loose, running around in a mask, just carving people up and you think it's a good idea to gather as many people as possible in one place and get them all drunk?"
She begs, "come on, it'll be fun, and gathering is safer than you sitting at home basically waiting for this psycho to come gut you...for real this time."
Sam takes the flyer studying it, "Party sounds good."
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Episode 36 reactions!
I don't think one single minute passed this episode without me bursting out in laughter XD
I will get what interesting details I can, though! And here we have soap opera male character who has a Betrothed in the West. Interesting! Why did they separate, and how did she end up in Westalis, or he in Ostania? Did she defect and is waiting for him to join her? I need the full context, Berlint in Love!
Looks like one of the things that make Becky rush to be a grown-up is how she can't wait to have romantic feelings and relationships. Gurl, you're six. Pick up a doll or a ball.
The way the next scene was shown (hilarious) it looks like it was Anya who first picked up the phone, and didn't even make a sound before Becky started off her rant. Picking up the phone as a kid is quite a responsibility!
The music suddenly went full humor shoujo there XD
I love how Martha is already onto Becky.
She's like "Yo maybe reel it in a little"
The way all three of them are in completely different wavelengths is hilarious. I guess Twilight, the honey-trap master, sees Becky as the girl she is and cannot imagine she'd ever have such passionate imaginings with him.
The hell, though. I've met my favourite actor from up close in a convention and that was pretty much my reaction while being close to him. I feel Becky but someone needs to tell her of this thing called parasocial relationship--
WHAAAAAT
I had my eyes glued to the screen for this. It's definitely not surprising that the Blackbells would hire such an experienced bodyguard for Becky, but it's very interesting how it was pointed out to us! I wonder what we'll get to see next with her! (reminder: anime only!)
Becky really thinks she lives in a shoujo story doesn't she XD
I mean, Anya thinks she lives in a Spy Wars story so it's not that surprising XD
I love how in the "new" family photo Wiesel is added in front of Bond!
This episode is full chaos and I love it.
Seriously, the way Anya's powers work for her character is amazing. Usually, we'd get to see those imaginings even if she didn't have telepathy. But since she can see them with us, she gets a fair place as - almost - an audience proxy. And I mean, yeah, why wouldn't Anya be excited at the idea of super tasty food all of the time (even when papa is super busy), not having to do chores, and having fun family outings all of the time?
Completely different wavelengths, I tell you. How does this show make me love misunderstandings XD
And then a fourth wavelength is added and it's just! You don't know where to begin!
Poor Bond was heartbroken that Becky didn't notice him! Poor boy!
I find it really funny that this episode happened now, just a little after we got heavy hints that Loid is falling hard for Yor, and Becky is still like "I will win his heart with my six-year-old charm!"
If you count Bond dealing with getting rejected, that's five different wavelengths in one single screencap. No-one knows what's going on, not even Anya the telepath or Twilight the master spy.
Those are not the family teacups! Interesting choice. Also Becky's face, yeah that's exactly how I was when approaching my favourite actor for my photo shoot with him. I was smiling from one ear to the other, though XD
Also, I remember getting sent manga screencaps with Loid in such a cardigan! And I guessed right that it would be a beige one! I mean, it's a pretty common colour for a grandpapa cardigan, but has he maybe worn this before?
I wonder how he'd react and adapt if he knew Becky is having a crush on him. Like, what would he do? He'd definitely avoid anything inappropriate for all the obvious reasons, but here he's trying to pull back because he thinks Becky is getting suspicious of him XD
Send this to a friend without context and ask them to guess what the actual fuck is going on here. This is Misunderstandings: the Right-Before-Holidays Special.
Pure Chaos and it just
keeps
going.
This is exactly what I signed up for when I watched the very first episodes and was like "please tell me the entire show is like this"
Poor Yor, though. Her very first instinct was to blame herself and think of herself as incompetent. I guess old habits die hard.
Simp alert.
YEAH DEFINITELY NOT SCREAMING AT THIS
Seriously, though! She remembers what he told her there (though, weren't they supposed to repeat the conversation the next day?) and I hope she remembers how vulnerable he made himself with her.
OH BOI I DON'T SHIP OFTEN BUT WHEN I SHIP. I SHIP.
LOID BROUGHT YOR'S COAT WITH! MY GOD!
I mean! This isn't supposed to be a twiyor-centric episode and yet!
BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T RICH AS A KID AND THEN YOUR CHILDHOOD WAS VIOLENTLY RIPPED AWAY FROM YOU 😭😭
If you thought I wouldn't grab even this opportunity to make this angsty, well, you were wrong
The highest prize in the hammer competition thingy is... a q-tip?
We stan. Everything for the ultimate q-tip.
Becky sees Loid's ._. face and she's like
The way he said that "Yoru-san" there, though! This was the cherry on top of this entire hilarious part!
It was weird to see there was an entire small part on Nightfall, considering we haven't seen her in the entire season. However.
WHO THE FUCK IS THIS. WHY IS HE WATCHING THEM LIKE THAT.
(again, anime only here)
And I'm like, whoa. That's a very suspicious guy thrown in the middle of a filler part (I was told this is anime original) and not shown again. Since the next episode is the last of the season, I assume we'll see him again in that one?
I remember that in episode 20, when Loid is in the hospital, we see a moment from afar with a moving shadow, like someone was watching them. I noticed it on a rewatch and up until now I thought that was Nightfall. But now?
Seriously, though, are they not noticing him??
What he doin
I love how Handler said she doesn't want to overwork her agents... I wonder if she says anything relevant in the manga but I dare not look into the chapter after the one with Becky XD I'm guessing she actually took to heart the reprimand from HQ to be more lax with her agents.
Nightfall shows an almost audacious level of self-confidence in front of her boss... and Handler doesn't deny it. She trusts her and actually thinks the same - that Nightfall is probably the only one capable of handling Twilight's missions.
Anyway, Nightfall is going all "Senpai will notice me" and I'm like
ADDITIONAL CRUISE FOOTAGE???? 👀👀👀👌👌
Another hopeless suitor, Nightfall goes like "Did you spot any flaws in that Briar woman yet or" having no idea he was looking at Yor like the yearning simp he is <3
Nightfall being all "Pick me. Choose me. Love me." and then Twilight is like "Wow she did all of that hard job while I was gone. Guess she deserves the leftover souvenirs."
Like. I'm crying laughing over this. He didn't even think about getting a souvenir for her, not even as a cover. Nightfall couldn't be more hopeless.
And then she gives him that look
And the little hope she didn't even have is thrown out the window.
I love how Twilight turns around in shock and goes like "Why is glaring at me like that?!" because you idiot you gave her "leftovers"
Like I know he thinks they're not supposed to actually connect as friends but still. For a master spy he's so dense XD
They do kinda make you feel bad for her, though. She is trying really hard, and it would be hypocritical to blame her social awkwardness when we're here shipping Mr. Emotional Constipation and Ms. Naivete Personified. She would have actually been sympathetic if she wasn't so aggressive towards Yor (and in her mind, Anya too).
Anyway. Very funny and unhinged episode but there's only ONE EPISODE LEFT. I'M NOT READY FOR THE HIATUS 😭😭
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my experience at am's show (3arena, dublin, 15/10/2023)
starting to write this post while stuck waiting at the airport, after somehow managing to get rid of my sleep deprivation headache through an overpriced orange juice. (edit: it's been two days and i'm stuck at home with a cold and it's all their fault) (jk) (i mean i guess that's giving me an incentive to finish writing this post so yknow. silver linings)
i'm sorry in advance because i know this is gonna be super long (and probably less cheerful than my other recap posts because i'm opinionated) but i swear i'm gonna try and not be insufferable (said as i obviously lie)
• SO let's start off by saying that we made it right in time for the start of miles' set (we were looking for our seats as he came on stage) and thank god because i was shitting myself and almost throwing up thinking we were gonna be late bc the bus we were supposed to take never showed up and we had to take another one. we literally SPRINTED up the stairs once we were in and heard he was coming up
• seeing miles open for them was moral compensation for his milan concert that i wasn't able to attend despite having tickets in 2022
• he had a very short time slot as usual with opening bands :/ and unfortunately that led to everything feeling a bit rushed :( like i'm not sure how he's been playing songs like cry on my guitar or the wonder at his latest gigs but they were SO DAMN FAST like please slow down i want to let my fav omb song sink in 😭
• still i absolutely LOVED his set, especially colour of the trap (which was AMAZING live), rearrange, come closer and inhaler. his energy was through the roof, he was literally buzzing and if you can already see how much he loves performing via video, it absolutely shines through when you see it live like. bro's literally a ball of light and energy and like. the sun personified l??? he's got so much charisma and a great stage presence. he was all smiles and really really tried to get the crowd hyped. loved him loved his set
• speaking of the crowd. it was absolute bullshit they had ZERO idea how lucky they were to have tickets to one of those four dates and how iconic it was that mk was opening for am after all these years. or maybe they just didn't care idk but i swear to god it wasn't even the usual "crowd who's not interested in the opening act" which. again. do you know how lucky you are you're seeing them both on the same night. don't let yourself be fooled by that cott video with the phonelights on, that was the only thing they did to show miles at least the tiniest bit of support - they were fucking dead otherwise, which is so weird because if you know am at more than a surface level you most likely know who miles is, and you probably know at the very least some of his songs... and yet they were so fucking quiet it was honestly painful to witness. most people there really had no idea how much lore was behind those gigs and it shows
• but again, it wasn't even that they weren't interested in the opening act. because they were fucking dead even during the main set. my section was full of drunk guys who were kinda hyped but very annoying (we'll come back to this later) but even in the pit which is supposed to be the most active area it looked like everyone was asleep and woke up at random times remembering they were at a concert and they were supposed to cheer and sing and just act accordingly ??¿¿??
• not even dancefloor or diwk managed to wake them up......DIWK. that's like. the song that's guaranteed to make the ground shake. i've seen am three times this year and in both paris and rome the crowd was usually only dead during the car songs (and tbhc depending on the song) - but they were INSANELY active during other songs, both oldies and classics. but this crowd was so disappointing literally snork mimimi-ing their way through the show
• anyway. miles should have played wrong side of life just for me and he also had the opportunity to do the funniest shit ever and play killing the joke or see ya when i see ya but alas one cannot have everything
• he did do something very......interesting during cry on my guitar (and i think also during one man band? but i'm not sure). my guy pointed at the mirrorball while singing "late night, all night, miss your kiss" which was kinda insane and i lost my mind a little but anyway
• as we all know there was no tlsp because he removed aviation first and then sntm which particularly hurt because he did it just a couple of hours before the show and when i saw that i just Knew. i knew shit was rapidly going downhill but still i was holding out my hope!!! i thought well there's still 505 or maybe they're saving sntm for later!!! i chose to keep being delusional!!! and boy was i about to get slapped in the face!!!
• now before we talk about am's set allow me to tell you a funny story. as i said my section was full of men who were very hyped (especially for wpsia/fwn/am songs) and the guy right next to me in particular (who was there with some other male friends) was, to put it shortly, a fucking annoyance. i was there with my brother and as we were waiting for the start of am's set he went to get us some water; so i was there alone minding my own business when the guy next to me immediately started hitting on me (he literally waited for my brother to leave bc he probably thought he was my bf lmao real smooth man). he was trying to make conversation asking me where i came from or things about the band, if it was my first time seeing them and what song did i think they were gonna open with and internally i was like BITCH who do you think i am. i literally know their setlist by heart. you and me are not the same
when i told him sculptures was gonna be the opener he was like 'mmmm idk' and i was like shut the fuck up. he was so condescending and patronizing about it and mentally i was like honey trust me we're not the same kind of fans i know much more than you do. anyway spoiler: of course they opened with sculptures
(he was also from england and told me he saw them in london at emirates stadium and when i asked him if he saw them on THE night when miles joined them he was like 'haha no' at which i was mentally like bro you didn't even see them on the right night why are you pestering me with your lame ass attempts at hitting on me. and he was so close too and already tipsy and basically just a stereotypical english dudebro and i swear the whole scene literally looked like this
but anyway then my brother came back and he finally shut up
• the problem is. this guy and his friends then started chugging on their beers and getting really drunk and the whole show this fucking idiot had no idea what personal space was because he kept invading my section and kept moving around drunkenly and i couldn't even fully enjoy the concert because i was so fucking scared i was gonna get elbowed in the face sooner or later, and i even tried to push him off because he kept bumping into me with his clumsy ass drunk moves but he just kept fucking being a nuisance the whole show and i really really wanted him gone from planet earth <3
• this went on to the point that i was dreading the fast and more active songs because this guy would just start being really frantic and overexcited and i literally feared for my life but even during the calmer songs he was fucking annoying like bruh. i appreciate the enthusiasm but i promise you don't have to throw it back to cornerstone like calm the fuck down or at least back off and stay in your fucking lane or i swear i'm gonna bite your head off
• anyway now let's talk about the actual show
• let me start by saying that yes i may have some complaints but regardless of everything it was (as always) a fucking great show. no doubt about that. i very much enjoyed it and i'm also very happy we were the first crowd to experience the strings live. i definitely got some better setlists (rome's lives in my head rent free), but it is what it is. beautiful show but well, it's always a beautiful show with them and we all know that. i may have mixed feelings about some things but these are just my opinions so please don't come at me lmao
• about the setlist: i definitely would've appreciated if we got a bit more tbhc (we only got the title track and that was it... i mean at least i got to hear it live, for the first time if i remember correctly, but still..... i'm mourning the loss of 4/5 and star treatment) (we didn't even get the iwby x star treatment x jet skis mashup which i was really sad about because i LOVE that mashup and i would've loved to hear it again); for the car, i'm so happy i got to hear hello you (we'll talk about this more later) but i also would've loved to hear perfect sense again because </3 sir that's my emotional support favourite the car song </3
• i was also thinking we'd get a bit more wpsia since originally it was the uk&ireland tour and back in june they played some more songs from that album, also because usually the closer they get to home, the more they go back to the origins... i was so hoping for mardy bum, a certain romance or ritz but instead we only got the view from the afternoon (not complaining about that tho) and dancefloor (please for the love of god remove that song from the setlist forever thank you very much)
• also if you want to give us sias (good) then why would you choose to give us don't sit down.........give us hellcat.......give us the title track........anything but That One...................
• however i got my beloved cornerstone (<3), 505 with the new string outro (but at what cost) and also all the car songs with the orchestra so that's a win
• as usual the crowd was kinda dead during the car and tbhc songs but again. they were already dead so they only became more dead during those songs
• they didn't really interact that much with the crowd, nor with each other; alex limited himself to the usual ("good evening dublin", "how you feeling/are you enjoying us dublin", "thank you", a couple of "terrific" here and there but that was it) + he did a shout out to jamie during cornerstone ("it's jamie cook here on his electric guitar!") and i think they scissored at some point during the body paint outro
• the transition from teddy picker into crying lightning was absolute FIRE my ass was shaking
• now for some silly antics
• after the piano interlude before high he said "why'd you only call me when you're high........" in the lowest saddest way ever as he usually does. okay man 😃👍
• he introduced arabella by going "i'll tell you about a girl that i made up......real character......arabella" like bruh we got it we understand you totally made her up and she's 100% not real like i promise we Get It we really do. why do you always feel the need to reinforce that why are you so adamant about it ESPECIALLY when in the presence of a certain someone......you're so sus
• "and it sounds like..........THIS" before the arabella guitar solo. literal chills
• "let's bring this party down to the cornerstone.........woah 😯"
• he always adds this thing during cornerstone i remember he also did it in rome and then i forgot to post the clip but i swear i never understand what he's saying i've seen some people transcribe it as 'ken barlow' but to me it sounds more like 'jenny ballow' or smth like that which doesn't make sense either way but still. does anyone know what i'm talking about and wtf he's on about
• nothing to say about cornerstone. beautiful beautiful beautiful as always <3 he also did the "squeezed me very tightly" bit that he always does and it was the cutest thing
• he sang the last line of the song so cuntily it was like. 'yes 😗 you can call me anything 😏 you want 💅' if it slayed
• after the song ended there was a moment of silence after which he went "......they kept in touch" and i felt the need to put him in a blender and drink him whole
• "from our first LP wpsiatwin, the view from the afternoon......."
• he got on his knees during pretty visitors. where he belongs
• we also got knee socks but there was something wrong because his voice cracked multiple times on the higher notes, he didn't even finish singing some lines - he just stopped, shook his head and then tried the next one... idk what was happening but he really looked like he was struggling during that song :(
• at the end of fluorescent adolescent he sang "remember when you used to be a rascal....... ~do you remember?~" which i saw he also did at last night's show and idk man that was kinda sus
• the strings were absolutely amazing showstopping spectacular and really put a nice ribbon on the songs they were used for (especially 505 and hello you) but that just makes things even more infuriating because why did they only get the whole orchestra there for the last four shows which weren't even originally supposed to happen.......... are you telling me if alex hadn't caught laryngitis we never would've have got them or what. like what's up with that
• anyway up until this point despite the lack of sntm i was still a sweet naive summer child who had some hopes left for 505. but the moment the music started playing without miles having been introduced to join them i knew. i knew we wouldn't get shit
• the 505 outro with strings was amazing tho......so melancholy and beautiful and just sososo pretty i loved it. would've loved it even more if miles and alex smooched right there and then
• as i said the crowd was dead even during diwk which was absolutely embarrassing lmao like wtf. not only was i the only one popping my pussy to the car and tbhc songs i also was the only one doing it to the most basic ahh song (still a banger tho it's always so powerful live 10/10)
• i can't believe the biggest milex interaction we got was alex saying "let's hear it for miles kane" right before body paint... i nearly lose my mind there and he literally just said his name (not a dedication like some people said) but i mean. that was at least acknowledging each other so i'll take that (said as i rip my hair out and bite my tongue and roll on the floor hitting myself)
• i was so delusional at that point when i heard he said his name i thought well maybe they're gonna be random and he's gonna join for body paint!!!!! which in hindsight i'm like. girl do you have any idea how insane you sound rn
• "thank you for having us dublin, it's been lovely" said with the most 'i'd rather be anywhere else than here rn' face and tone ever :/
• btw his little HA! was very <3<3<3 and at some point he was like scratching his head in such a cute way i almost forgot how mad at him i was (emphasis on almost)
• "just a trace....... just a trace....... just a traaaaaaceeeeeee....... just. a. trace. on your legs~ and on your arms~ and on your face........ your faceeeeee"
• when they left the stage before the encore the crowd was shouting "one more song" but all i wanted to hear was "miles, miles, miles fucking kane" because who knows maybe that would've shook them up and they'd spontaneously decide to call him on for the encore (incredibly delusional)
• hello you as the encore opener was fire, i'm so glad i got to hear it live AND with the strings too, it sounded just like the recorded version and you could hear the improvement in the live version so clearly compared to when they first debuted it; the mirrorball still hadn't dropped and since i haven't been watching many videos from the north american tour i was like ??? i thought it was maybe malfunctioning bc only the little one at the back was shining before but them BOOM the main girl dropped during hello you and it was crazy beautiful!!!!!
• "i bet that YOU look good on the dancefloor, dublin"
• at the end of the show he was blowing and catching kisses, they were bowing and waving to the crowd and that's when i realised it was my last time seeing them this tour and you could see the exact moment my heart cracked i was desperately hoping they'd never leave that stage </3
• it was an amazing night but it very much left me with a bittersweet taste in my mouth - because, as i've been saying, the vibes felt so off and i don't even know why. i can't exactly point out what was wrong, because really we have no idea what goes on behind the scenes; and i'm not even talking about it through a milex lens or smth like that. i mean, i was absolutely disappointed that nothing happened - no sntm, no 505, nothing -, but when i say the vibes were off i don't mean it in a demon way. i'm talking about the band. they really looked like they didn't want to be there, probably because they're tired and burnt out and can't wait for the tour to be over so that they can have a much-needed break. they must be exhausted and i get that, i really do; but still. it was a bit disappointing and i hate that i can't fully put my finger on why it felt that way, what was wrong, why did everything feel so rushed and why the well-oiled machine feeling translated into 'we're gonna play this show so soullessly it's gonna fly by more quickly' but it really felt that way. also mind you, i'm not even saying this as the 'tumblr fan who follows every show they play and knows all their antics by heart so that's why she notices perfectly normal things no one else notices' (like i remember the discourse back when they played glastonbury, and that really made sense because ofc casual fans are not gonna notice everything we notice) - but no, i'm not doing this that way. because my brother, who's very much a casual fan who knows nothing about the lore or the usual way they play shows (he saw them with me in paris so he had some kind of basic for comparison but that's it) said THE EXACT SAME THING. he agreed that the vibes felt very off, he also had to listen to me angrily ranting about it all the way back to the hotel and once again he agreed that the show felt, to put it very simply, kinda weird.
• now speaking of miles not joining them... the fact that he removed sntm at the very last minute was one of the sussiest thing he's ever done because why would he even add it to the initial setlist only to remove it just before the first show. it literally doesn't make any sense but i'm choosing to believe there were some technical problems out of their control, no time to rehearse or something like that... they're still best friends and if they weren't okay they wouldn't even have asked miles to open for them. i do find it weird and stupid that they'd miss this opportunity and i'm so angry at them for being dumb and not doing anything with it (unless something happens tomorrow), i'm very much heartbroken and my mind was and still is wandering trying to find more or less rational or delusional reasons why they didn't do it. i was drowning in grief after the show and the day after because i simply couldn't wrap my head around it all, but that's on me for having expectations i guess. i know they're still best friends. they're also never beating the divorce allegations. the two things can and should coexist when you're in an obsessive codependent homoerotic friendship and you're constantly having filthy telepathic sex with each other
• someone please get them to therapy or lock them in a room and throw away the key until they talk and sort their shit out and it stinks of sloppy nasty make-up sex in there because at this point it feels like we're fucking intruding on their fucked up psychosexual games and i'm SO TIRED of being a child of divorce. please we know you know everyone knows you're obsessed with each other just stop being insane (barely acknowledging each other) and start being insane (having crazy gay sex again). i promise all your problems would be solved if you just fucked each other into oblivion like the good old days
• ANYWAYS. i'm still kinda sad and angry over the way the show unfolded and it's not really helping that it's dawning on me that there's only one show left and then they're gonna disappear for god knows how long. i still loved the show, don't get me wrong, and i'm very grateful i got to see them again before the end of the tour and also to see miles for the first time during the same night. i do feel very lucky and despite the fact that we got no tlsp reunion or 505, the fact that miles was opening for them after YEARS of this not happening is still very much history in the making. iconic in and of itself. i'm also happy i got to visit and fall in love with a new city, i'm missing dublin so much and i miss THEM so much and i'm feeling so sad and bittersweet and heartbroken and ugh. i swear i can't even explain it to the full and i can't believe the tour is almost over </3 but that's a thought for another post..........
• for now i just want to see what happens at the last show and enjoy it to the full because yes we might have complained about some stuff along the way (i know i just did it myself lmao) but it's been such an amazing and memorable tour i just wish it'd never end </3
#i don't even know what to say in the tags like. they got me speechless this time i guess i can only shut up#i'm gonna add some more thoughts if i manage to get them in a coherent written form but that's it for now#they're such fucking idiots but they're MY idiots and i'm afraid i love them too dearly#(is also still pissed at them and can't bear thinking about them too deply rn)#arctic monkeys#alex turner#miles kane#the car tour#dublin night 1#my show
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A small little fic for @f1-birb because her actual get well soon fic is gonna take some time ❤️
"So Daniel, are the rumours true?"
Daniel pulled a confused face. He blinked at the reporter that had stopped him in his way out of the paddock. He'd been lost in his own thoughts, excited to get back to the hotel and taking a long bubble bath with his husband. He wasn't expecting anyone to talk to him on his way out.
"Uh, what rumours?", Daniel asked, his still recovering hand cradled carefully against his stomach as he smiled at them.
"Well, both you and Norris haven't been wearing your wedding rings lately. He wasn't seen at the hospital eith you before or after surgery, so the rumour is that you have divorced quietly after realising your marriage was a mistake", the reporter grinned, a sleepy look in his eyes that made Daniel want to scowl but he didn't.
Instead he squared his shoulders, preparing for battle but before he could even open his mouth, Lando appeared beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"We can't wear rings in the car, and after almost losing them, we've stared wearing them on chains", Lando smiled but it was all fire and protectivness in his eyes as he used his free hand to pull his chain freebof his shirt, displaying his ring, "There haven't been pictures of us because I have been focused on helping my husband recover instead of snapping pictures for the 'gram"
Daniel felt a tingle run down his spine.
He loved when Lando got like this. Everyone always expected to be able to bully or walk all over the younger man, they never expected him to be able to stand up against bullshit like this. They expected him to joke it off, but he didn't.
And Daniel loved that about him as he leaned down to kiss his cheek before beaming at the reporter.
"As you can see, we're still happily married and pissing off homophobes everywhere", Daniel laughed, tucking Lando into his side, "In fact, we adopted our daughter six months ago and couldn't be happier"
The reporter spluttered as Lando groaned. His husband buried his face in his hands as Daniel smiled, pulling out his phone to pull up a picture of their little girl to show the stunned reporter the proof.
"This is our little girl. Her name is Pit Stop, Pit for short", Daniel held up his phone, showing off a picture of Lando being booped on the noise by the sweetest looking little cream coloured Siamese kitten with grey around her ears and her blue eyes, "Isn't She the sweetest thing?"
The reporter was shocked into silence, looking between the two of them as Daniel showed a video of Pit playing with a little ball with a feather sticking out of it.
"Daniel, Daniel we discussed this. You can't keep telling people we have a kid", Lando burst out into laughter. The kind that made his cheeks pink and his whole body shake in a way Daniel found adorable.
"But she's our baby girl!", Daniel chuckled, waving at the speechless reporter as he tossed an arm around Lando's shoulders and started to guide him towards the drivers car park.
"You're unbelievable", Lando brushed away a few tears from his eyes as he shook his head.
"You say that as if you don't love me"
"No, I do. So fucking much, you weirdo"
"Cheers cunt, I guess you're alright too"
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Helpless part 10 (shocking that my internet hasn't given up yet)
"So Solace what exactly are we doing?"
"Down to play twenty questions?" Nico considered the offer and smirked,
"Sure." The two sat down next to each other on a log.
"Two skips each, but they get replaced with other questions."
"What's something that isn't a secret but most people don't know about you?" He was ridiculously bored and thought he could use this game to his advantage.
"I'm not actually blonde."
"Explain. Now."
"I was brunette but when I got claimed any part of my hair that was in the sun turned blonde." He pulled out a piece of his hair that wasn't normally visible, it was a light chesnut brown colour.
"Well that's shocking, you know when I asked that question that was not an answer I was expecting."
"I'm a mysterious person di Angelo, now, do you have any exes?"
"Solace I spend most of my time avoiding people."
"In hindsight that was a pretty dumb question."
"Too late, if you had to kill all the people in one cabin which one would it be?"
"Demeter. That was a bit of a violent question." He tried to play it off but his answer had been so quick and confident Nico started to wonder what had happened. "Have you ever drunk?"
"More than you would expect."
"Neeks! You're fourteen, have you ever wondered why there are age restrictions?" Nico just smirked,
"You asked Sun boy, anyways technically I'm older than that. What's the worst crime you have ever committed?"
"Love how you just assume I've committed crimes, but assult. The only reason it wasn't murder is Annabeth pulling me off."
"The fuck Solace, are you going to explain that?"
"I'd rather not, let's just say I was pretty...pissed that day."
"Well that's terrifying."
"I told you I have secrets di Angelo, who's someone you used to care about but now hate?"
"Skip."
"Is it true you liked Annabeth?"
"Really Solace? No it is not, otherwise Percy would have already murdered me."
"Had to ask, the Aphrodite cabin was trying to figure that out for two years."
"Truly incredible, can you fight with a sword?"
"Not in the slightest."
"I'm teaching you, archery will be useless in close combat. You will die in a matter of seconds ."
"You have so much confidence in me Neeks, but thanks for the offer."
"Wasn't an offer, more so a kidnapping where I teach you by force how to fight."
"Okay then...do you prefer the 1930s or now?"
"Now, better arcades."
"Great reasoning."
"What's your worst fear?"
"Pass, I would never hear the end of it."
"Can't be that bad."
"You would never shut up about it Neeks, I can guess that much." Nico locked eyes with the blonde boy, he considered the question he was about to ask.
"Do you regret coming out to all of camp?" So he did know, Will thought to himself. He didn't answer instantly but he didn't want to pass it either.
"Well, um.."
"You have skips, you don't have to answer Will." That was the first time Nico had used his actual name, Will desperately wanted to kiss him.
"I want to answer it just, thinking. I'm happy they know and I don't have to hide it but...some people aren't the nicest. Cabin four has the most for whatever reason, they seem to get joy out of making me feel like shit. Most people are nice enough, with the rest, well you get used to it." Nico grabbed his hand,
"Who. Has. Been. Giving. You. Shit? Give me a list, I will make sure they'll never do anything again."
"Neeks it's fine, I don't need you threatening them."
"I'll be doing a lot more than threats Solace, give me a list of every single person who has hurt you."
"Nico it's okay."
"Did I ask? You're a ball of sunshine, no one and I mean no one has any reason to hurt you."
"They do, there's so many people I couldn't save, I killed them. I deserve to suffer because of that, they deserve revenge on me for killing their friends." Will had tears forming in his eyes.
"Will it's not your fault they died, and either way you shouldn't have to go through this."
"Nico, are you straight?" He froze for a second, he had still been holding Will's hand but he didn't want to let go. He was warm, his thumb was stroking his hand warming up the usually freezing Ghost king. After Will had told him so much he couldn't lie, he always had a skip but part of him wanted Will to know.
"..n..no...I'm gay. Not that many people know, the seven and Reyna that's it. Please don't tell anyone." Nico shakes a bit and a few tears fell, he didn’t want to cry in front of him but he couldn’t help it. Will wrapped his free arm around Nico and pulled him closer to himself,
"Thank you for telling me, I know it's hard Neeks."
"How did you tell so many people?"
"Didn't like people assuming things, also I just...didn't want to hide I guess. Still though, I've been too scared to tell my mum, barely seen her since I'm here all year but even if I had the chance to I probably wouldn't tell her. As for the actual time well it was a while after Percy was missing, before Jason, Piper and Leo showed up, campfire, just kinda said if at the end."
"Did anyone know before that?"
"I told Annabeth first but Kayla and Austin found out by themselves pretty quickly. Who was your first crush?"
"Do not hold this against me, it was Percy." Will started grinning,
"Same, half the camp has liked him at this point I swear."
"Half of camp is pathetic."
"You're including yourself in that statement you know."
"I am fully aware, honestly I should have given up on him when I saw him talking to Annabeth the first time."
"Didn't they hate each other for a few years?"
"Hate is a strong word, I prefer to use hopelessly in love and oblivious."
"Lovely wording; I gave up when my brain started working and I realised he is straight."
"You think Percy is straight? Have you talked to him before?"
"Percy isn't straight?!"
"With the way he talked about Luke? Not a chance, and that was after he betrayed him. I can only imagine him pining over him at the age of twelve, completely oblivious, then also being hopelessly in love with Annabeth and being a helpless simp once more."
"So you are telling me Percy Jackson liked Luke Castellan, aka. the person who tried to kill him multiple times?"
"When he was twelve definitely, at least in the way he talked about what he was like before when I met him. Don't know if he realised it then, but he is not straight. You haven't seen him and Jason talk, if I didn't know how much he loved Annabeth, going to Taturus with her I would have been sure they're secretly dating."
"The more you know I guess. What's something you can do that no one knows about?"
"I can braid hair, I mean Hazel knows that but still."
"Emo Death boy can braid hair."
"Firstly, I'm not emo."
"Keep thinking that Neeks."
"Secondly, this is why I don't tell people this."
"Honestly the fact you can braid hair is adorable, also it proves that you are no where near as scary as you think."
"I could kill you right now."
"You sure about that di Angelo? Right now you can't do much without melting into a puddle of darkness, you're just a nerd that's pretending to be dark and mysterious."
"Oh shut up Solace."
"Never."
"Have you been on a quest?"
"Nope, I just try to prevent deaths after them."
"How many languages can you speak?"
"Wait give me a second, Itallian, Greek moderen and ancient, Latin, English, French, Spanish, Swedish, Portuguese, Polish, Finnish, German and Dutch. So that's twelve and a half I'm fluet in and I'm trying to teach myself Russian and Japanese." He said counting them off on his fingers
"Gods Nico, what exactly do you do with your free time?"
"Well first four are pretty obvious but Bianca taught me French and Swedish and the rest I've taught myself, writing's hell with dyslexia but I've survived. It's a pretty useful skill when you randomly show up in different countries."
"I can barely speak English properly half the time!"
"That sounds like a problem on your side Sunshine." He said messing up the blonde boys hair, Will desperately tried to hide his blushing. "Have you ever passed out because you healed too many people?"
"Yeah, happens quite a bit." Nico slapped him, not that hard but hard enough for it to hurt. "Hey what was that for?"
"You can't be overworking yourself like that Solace, you're a doctor for Zeus's sake. What help is it going to be if you pass out while healing someone?"
"It's the most effective way, plus I get more people healed."
"So let me get this straight, you risk your own health while telling people not to?"
"Okay when you put it that way-"
"Yeah it sounds bad! Please do not do that, can't have you dying on me Solace"
"I thought you were plotting to kill me anyways?"
"Exactly, can't have you dying before I kill you myself."
"Sure di Angelo, have you ever killed anyone?"
"Pass." He had become friendly with Will, he didn't need anyone else leaving him.
"Cats or dogs?"
"Do hellhounds count? I have a pet hellhound called Mrs O'Leary."
"Was that a gift from Hades?"
"Nope, from Percy."
"Wait what? I'm just going to accept that at this point."
"Good idea, I wasn't planning to explain."
"Course you weren't," Will checked his watch. "Come on Neeks, it's time for lunch, we got through ten questions each, same time tomorrow?"
"I don't have a choice do I?"
"Nope; head to the infirmary I'll get you some food."
"I'm not hungry."
"You haven't eaten for a few days, just try to eat a few bites."
"Fine.." Nico muttered before walking off to the infirmary.
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15 questions for 15 friends
Tagged by @elveny and @johaerys-writes -- thank you, my loves!
ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? My mom. Apparently my dad really wanted to name me after my mom and she was like "ugh really fine" LOL. My dad is also named after his dad, who was named after his dad... REAL ORIGINAL. This is going to sound like a total humblebrag, but my mom and I are both published academic authors, so we have to use our middle initials to distinguish who published what 🙃
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Probably in therapy last Thursday LOL. Though I got a little prickly-eyed earlier this week watching the episode of ATLA where Zuko and Aang go on their lifechanging field trip to the Sun Warriors' secret village 😂❤
DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Nope! Childless by choice.
WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? I played T-ball when I was 5 or 6 (hated it, cried so much that my parents pulled me out LMAO) and I was on the volleyball team in Grade 6. I'm left-handed and I had a habit of serving into the wall, unfortunately, and the habit got worse when I was nervous. During one game, they took pity on me so much that they paused the game until I got the ball over the net. I was fucking humiliated and have never played a team sport since then. 🤣💀 Re: other physical activities, I like dancing! I've taken a ton of different kinds of dance classes including swing, salsa, bellydancing, and Bollywood dancing, and loved all of them!
DO YOU USE SARCASM? No. Me? Never. 🙃🤣 Forreal though yes. All the time.
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Uh...! I don't know if there's any one specific thing? I usually take in an "overall impression" of appearance. Vague, but that's all I've got. If the question was "what's the first thing you notice in people you're attracted to", that might be a different story 🤣
WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR? Brown.
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? I am going to copy Johaerys's answer and say it doesn't matter to me, as long as the story was good. But also, who says scary movies/horror media can't have happy endings?? 🤣Haunting of Hill House, anyone? (Bittersweet, maybe, but it counts as happy to me!)
ANY TALENTS? Would it be wretched if I said I feel like writing might be a talent? Whatever, I'm saying it. 🤣😅
WHERE WERE YOU BORN? In a hospital in the same city where I currently live! Which I will chose not to reveal openly! 🤣
WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Writing! It takes up a solid 75-90% of my free time. Also gaming (which I might count into the writing time since it often becomes Research™ for the writing 🤣). I also enjoy baking and cooking, though I don't know that I'd count those as hobbies since they're necessary ADLs?
DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? A cat named Meeko. She is my daemon. We can never be apart when I am home. Case in point, a photo taken in real-time while completing this quiz:
HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5'3".
FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? Uhhh... what level of school are we talking here? In undergrad, I took an incredible linguistics/history course about writing systems, and that was probably my favourite class ever. I took a course during undergrad about different schools of psychotherapy that was pretty damned influential too.
DREAM JOB? I also loved Johaerys's answer here: "I don't think there's any sort of job anyone could do in this capitalist hellscape we're all currently living in that would be enjoyable enough to make up for, well... living in a capitalist hellscape." I'm lucky enough to work in the public healthcare system so I'm pretty safe from the worst of capitalism, I guess, though my job (speech-language pathologist) is one I chose more for practicality (certainty of employment) than because I was really passionate about it. If I could do something else and not have to worry about money, I would either want to be a fiction editor, or a sex therapist.
Tagging forward to @ranaspkillnarieth @iamcayc @heroofshield @fantasy-girl974 @hellas-himself @midnightacrobat @alyssalenko @vorchagirl @elinorbard @stuffforthestash @mwasaw @lordofthenerds97 @y0ureviltwin @ladyofthelake91 @perhapsrampancy @cha-mij and genuinely, anyone else who wants to share!!! Tag me so I can spy on your life! 🤣❤
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Can we please get Kate and Anthony from the wimbleon au for spicy Sunday?! 🌶️
I know a couple of people asked for this but this is the only one I can find right now so um... yeah.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Kate could hear her mind screaming at her as the crowd roared and the ball flew past her, the indent in the clay mocking her, the line just clipped.
"Set to Goring, 6-4."
Fucking get it together!
Kate had been dreading this match going to three sets, and her legs were already aching. Kate collapsed into her seat relishing the chance to get out of the sun that was burning into her skin.
"Sorry, I had to push it."
Kate's head whipped to face Cressida, raising her eyebrow as she peered around the umpire's stand, "I don't believe that for a second."
Cressida chuckled, "I don't suppose you could just give me this one?"
Kate made a sympathetic noise taking a long drag from her water, "Probably not."
The annoying fucking thing is I don't even like The French Open. I hate that the clay is so sticky, and sometimes it gets in my mouth and I hate that! And here I am battling it out with this-
"You don't even like clay." Cressida sighed, adjusting her visor.
"Er, I love clay, thanks. Love never being able to get it out of my clothes."
"God, and here everyone thought Grandpa over there had made you soft."
Kate felt a flicker of anger spark in her chest and her eyes slid to the player's box unbidden. Anthony was leaning forward on the barrier, his linen suit still a crisp cream colour, his hair blowing slightly in the light breeze his sunglasses on. He leaned back to listen to whatever Mary was saying nodding in agreement. He caught her watching and his smile grew as he waved and her heart fluttered in her chest.
Kate scoffed, snatching her racquet back from her bag, "Well if he's such a grandpa, why did you try to fuck him last year?!"
People in the seats closest to the court murmured and she heard the umpire sigh, "Kate, please don't make me fine you."
Cressida flushed as she passed Kate and they made their way back onto the court. Kate glanced into the stands again, her mother and sister sitting forward clapping, but Anthony had stood, clapping as she bounced the ball on her racquet. Once, twice, three times. He cupped his hands to his mouth.
"You've got this, Kate, Babe!"
"Quiet on the court please."
Kate felt her lips quirk upwards as she bounced the extra balls back to the ball girl behind her. She took the ball and took a deep breath, staring across the court before she bounced it twice, tossed it in the air and-
"Point Sharma, 15-Love."
Yes!
She was exhausted, by the time she held her hands up in the middle of the court while the crowd roared and Cressida rolled her eyes as they shook hands.
"That wasn't even the final."
"Yeah, Guess I won't be seeing you there. Should I say hi to Anthony for you?"
Kate could see Anthony on his feet, clapping wildly as she did her interview then walked off the court, and she honestly could have collapsed by the time she hit the locker room.
"Incredible, incredible, incredible." Anthony crowed as she pushed through the door of the locker room when she'd changed, her muscles still protesting. He held his hand out for her bag, "6-0. Very dominant."
Kate winked as she relaxed into his arms, "Well I know how you appreciate my dominance."
"Spicy." Anthony chuckled, kissing her gently, "Seriously though, you're taking all of them this year. Complete Grand Slam."
"You better not jinx me." She hummed, "Fuck, I'm so tired."
"Let's go to bed then." He smiled at her and her heart fluttered in her chest at the sight of him.
"Ugh, I love you."
"I know you do." Anthony sighed, sliding his sunglasses back on as they made their way out of the tunnel and the clamouring of the crowd reaching out things for her to sign.
"Anthony! Can you sign my cap as well?"
Kate nearly laughed at the stunned look on his face as he took the Sharpie from Kate's hand, raising his eyebrow at the girl, "Are you sure? You realise you're ruining the value of this cap right?"
The girl laughed, "Eh, gotta have Mr Kate Sharma on there as well."
So many other men would have bristled at it, had bristled at the idea of living their life in her shadow but Anthony barked out a laugh and leaned in, "I like the sound of that."
Kate smirked, stopping his hand before he could give the pen back, "Anthony would you sign my shirt?"
He rolled his eyes as the crowd cheered as she tugged her jacket aside, exposing her shirt. Anthony's eyes darkened and her breath caught as his finger tugged at the neckline of her tank top and exposed her collarbone, giving her a wink as he scrawled his name over her skin.
Mr Kate Sharma
"We need to go." Kate said quickly, suddenly nowhere near as tired as she had been. She took his hand and tugged him into the waiting car.
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"You said you were tired." Anthony groaned as they burst through the door of the hotel room, Kate's assistant long since waved off.
Kate chuckled, tugging the buttons free on the open collar of his crisp shirt, letting her teeth nip at the soft skin she uncovered, "Guess I'm a fucking liar."
Anthony moaned and his eyes flickered closed, his hands already sliding down her body, gripping her arse a little roughly. "Kate."
"kate." She chuckled, mimicking his voice, "Don't use that voice and pretend you aren't trying to get me into bed."
Anthony stepped back, his hair already sticking up in a hundred different directions from the way her hands had threaded through it in the car as their lips had met again and again. His smile became a smug little thing as she shrugged out of his jacket, not caring if it crumpled on the ground. He slowly untucked his shirt, his huge rough fingers tugging at the buttons, revealing more and more of his toned chest before it joined his jacket and his trousers followed soon after. She was standing in the middle of the room in nothing but his boxer briefs, his hands on his hips, grinning at her.
Kate felt her stomach dropped as his voice did as well, "Maybe I was trying to seduce you a little bit."
"Finish the job then."
Anthony reached forward, tugging her own clothes from her and his lips were urgent on her neck, his hands roaming over her body but his arms held her against him. Anthony bent, faster than she could catch and lifted her onto his shoulders, his nose pressed against the waistband of her underwear.
Kate felt her breath hitch and she felt his own breath fan over her. He had a dark look in his eyes as he stared up at her through his eyelashes. He let out a moan as he ducked his head and pressed his tongue against her through the thin fabric of her underwear.
"Fuck, Ant."
kate felt her eyes slip closed and his hands tightened around her as his tongue moved more urgently and vaguely she thought of the shoulder that ended his career but she couldn't bring the thought to the surface. All she could do was shift her hips helplessly, chasing the gentle pressure of his tongue.
The summer heat had followed them inside, and the humidity swirled around the room as it settled into her bones. She felt her breath coming in sharp gasps as his teeth grazed her through the fabric, barely there and his eyes rolled back in his head and the vibrations of the satisfied noises he made pushed her even closer to the edge until she was dangling by her fingernails.
"Come."
She did, her spine shivered as she fell over the edge and the air rushed around her and- wait. She was actually falling. Anthony flopped back against the bed and they landed with an oomph against the mattress.
Anthony's hands pulled at the underwear, tearing it off her unapologetically and Kate's lungs were already burning, fighting for air as his hands tugged her firmly down against him. He was relentless, he always was when they were like this and his hands encouraged her rough rhythm against him. The stubble on his cheeks was creating so much friction against her and his eyes burned into hers as her hands tugged roughly at his hair, holding him in place. She could feel the desperate moans and gasps tearing at her chest as they ripped their way free of her and praise fell from her lips with his name again and again and again until they were a sharp croak.
Kate could see her vision starting to blur at the edges and her thighs started to shake and Anthony grinned against her and she couldn't hold on, falling over the edge with a sharp shout and her entire body seemed to contort and finally they went still.
"Well, congratulations on making it to the final of the french open."
"Don't look so smug." Kate gasped as she rolled off him, finding his lips with hers, moaning as she tasted herself on his tongue.
"Well, when you're Mr Kate Sharma, there's plenty to be smug about."
"Shut up and take off your underwear."
#wimbledon au#spicy sunday🌶#kathony#anthony x kate#kate sharma#kate sheffield#anthony bridgerton#molly’s asks and answers
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