#aight anyways i love this man he’s wonderful

[rosepascal]

Desire || Joel Miller Smut

summary: You need money and a offering your body for some mutual pleasure doesn't seem like a bad idea. If only you could know the man behind the wall who is set on ruining you for anyone else.

warnings: MINORS DNI. NSFW. 18+ ONLY. glory hole smut bby, dirty talk, unprotected sex, afab!reader, fingering, creampie, pussy slapping, sex work (we love and respect sex workers here tyvm), Joel calls you a toy, anonymous sex, swearing, rough sex.

a/n: Aight so no one judge me but I want this so badly and I want Joel to be the man to do it to me. Anyways please let me know if I missed a warning and I hope you enjoy!

part two: crave

People have needs. They had needs before the outbreak and they have needs after the outbreak. There's really no judgement anymore between people. Maybe some suspicious looks or hushed whispers every now and then but no one really has any moral high ground anymore.

You've lied, stolen, cheated, killed. Does it make you proud? Not always bit hey, that's just how it has to be sometimes. Today happened to be a day where you needed ration cards and to fulfill a few...desires.

A carnal desire to be completely ruined.

No emotions, no complications. Just a dick inside of you and an orgasm is all you need. Those kinds of services aren't easy to find anymore but you know the right people.

You heard whispers of an underground brothel of sorts. The upper half of your body is hidden away meaning you didn't have to see the men and they didn't get to see you. For ration cards and whatever the men felt like tipping was a good enough deal for you.

The little bed they provided was comfortable enough. It was leather and cool to the touch. Stripping your clothes down you shiver as you climb onto it. After some instructions that are muffled by the wall, you feel a pair of hands hook you up to the cuffs.

Spreading you out so that your cunt and ass are fully on display. You shift around, hearing the swinging of the small chain against the wood. It's only a few moments before you hear voices. You aren't the only one who's here. Some are on their stomachs while some are like you.

Either way all you can do now is patiently wait. You wonder what kind of people are here. In fact you wouldn't be surprised if a few FEDRA soldiers took pleasure in a place like this. Moans and grunts fill the room and you bite your lip in anticipation for what's to come.

Suddenly you feel a pair of hands on your legs. A gasp escapes from your lips as you feel his rough hands glide up and down your bare skin.

Even if you can't see him you can tell he's a big man. His hands wrap around your ankle, thumb running over the flesh. He's a tease. Most men would dive right in, not wasting anytime lubing up and fucking their cock into one of your holes.

But this man, he's taking his time. You jump when you feel his lips on your skin. Their chapped and sloppy as he kisses down your leg until he hits your thigh. It's a strange but incredibly wonderful feeling as he sucks on the skin. He nips your thigh and you whine.

A muffled chuckle can be heard through the wall and you know he's enjoying this. His hands slowly slide further down until they're right where you want them to be. His thumb swipes over your clit and you squirm. The small burst of pleasure was nice but you crave more.

"Don't move baby." The man purrs, his voice is clearer than before and fuck does he sound delicious. It's deep and smooth like whiskey. There's an accent to him too.

But you're not one to just roll over, at least not now. You want to see how far he'll go. Defiantly you roll your hips as best you can, searching for the sweet touch of his fingers. He tsks and you let out a small scream as his hand comes down on your pussy.

He slapped you and fuck did it feel good. A rush of arousal fills your body as you crave the feeling again. "What'd I fuckin' tell you." Without another word he slides two of his fingers deep inside of your cunt.

No warning, no time to get used to the feeling. A small glob of spit hits your cunt and he slowly pulls his fingers out, spreading it around and then shoves them back in. His thick fingers pound into you without mercy.

"Oh fuck!" You cry as you mindlessly search for something to grab onto. To anchor you back to reality as this man makes you see stars.

His fingers are so thick and curling in every way that makes you scream. There's no shame anymore as he groans at the sight of you sucking up his fingers. So wet, so tight.

"Bet you're gonna feel real nice taking this dick baby." He mumbles. You hear the clinking of a belt and his breathing becomes faster. He must be touching himself.

Fuck.

You almost regret having the wall between the two of you, wanting to know what it looks like. Wanting to see how he fucks his cock with his hand. If he's long, if he's girthy.

His thumb presses hard on your clit and you cry out, music to his ears. Why he's doing this you'll never know but you're glad he is. You're glad he's taking his time with you. Pleasuring you.

The tightness in your core gets tighter and tighter as he continues to fuck you with his fingers relentlessly. You're not really supposed to talk so you let your moans speak for you. Not holding back as you get closer and closer to the edge.

"Almost there." The man grunts out. Before you can come he rips his hand away from you. If you could you'd curse him out until next week. It's not fair.

"Aw don't be sad baby, I'll get you nice and full real soon." The man purrs.

The tip of his cock slides into your dripping cunt and god...he's big. Really fucking big.

"That shut you up real quick." He slides in a slow, torturous pace.

It doesn't fucking stop. When his hips hit the back of your thighs you're shaking from the feeling. The head of his dick deep inside of you, deeper than you thought possible.

"Ah fuck, knew you'd be a special one." His hands slide down to your ass and lifts it slightly. His hands giving it a squeeze before he slides out and slams back in. Your back arches as he fucks deep and rough into you.

"Take it baby, take this cock." He grunts loudly as he starts to lose his composure. It's like you're made for him. He could get lost in this cunt. Fuck if he could he'd take you out to dinner after this and fuck you on his mattress. Keep you safe and provide for you.

"Feel good? Bet it does, bet this is the best fucking cock you've ever taken." You're nodding your head but he can't see it. He's fucking the words out of you.

Leaving you breathless and desperate to come. The bruising grip on your ass loosens as he slaps it instead. Sending shockwaves through your body and prompting him to do it again.

"Ngh-Fuck! Oh god please." You moan.

If your legs weren't pinned to the wall you'd spread them even wider. Wanting all of what this man can give you. He's getting cocky but he can back it up with how he's treating you. And he's right. This is the best dick you've gotten in a long time.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of ya. Just hold on a little longer." His hands run across your ass, this time in a much softer manner.

You wish the wall was gone. That you could see his face, see the man who's ruining you like you always dreamed of.

"Hurry up." You hear someone else say.

Suddenly you're brought back to reality. You're just someone to fuck. No face and no name. You came here for that but now you're wishing you could at least the get name of this man.

"Fuck off." He snarls. His gruff voice getting angrier as he stills his hips. Silently you clench around him, begging him to fuck you again.

"Patience." He says to you harshly as he slaps your ass.

"You've been here for fucking ever man." The other man complains.

"I won't say it again. This one is mine." It shouldn't arouse you as much as it does. You don't know him and he doesn't know you but god the way he said it. The way he called you his, it made you want him even more.

Of course he notices the way you started to shift when he said it. How you squeezed around his cock, and the small whine you let out.

"Oh you like that? Like knowing that you're going to be nothing but my little toy." His hips start to move faster.

His dick fucking roughly into you over and over again. He's ruthless, chasing his own pleasure and using your pussy as a means for it. His thumb rubs your clit harshly as he nears his end. Knowing you're getting closer to coming you egg him on.

Begging for him to make you come. Pleading for him to push you over the edge with his cock and his fingers. His hands slam against the wall, groaning loudly as he stills his hips. He doesn't let up on your clit until you cry out and come hard on his cock.

He's throbbing in overstimulation but he stays deep inside. Not ready to give up your sweet pussy yet. His cock slides out slowly and you hate it, wanting him to stay inside you for longer. Whining sadly you clench around nothing.

"Don't be sad baby, I meant what I said." He says sweetly.

You can feel his cum dripping from you and down your body. It feels sticky and hot and you want more. You gasp when two of his fingers gather the dripping mess and pushes it back into your cunt.

"Come find me when you're done baby." With that he's gone.

You take a moment to catch your breath and thankfully no one comes up to you. His words dawn on you. Come find him? He didn't even give you a name.

Some more men come and go but no one compares to him. As they try and fuck you with their sloppy thrusts and misguided hands, all you can think of is him.

You're sore when they unlock your legs. When you leave they hand you an envelope and send you on your way. There's a wonderful ache as you walk back home.

Finally when you're safe from FEDRA and in your shitty little apartment you open the envelope. The promised ration cards are there but with them is a bundle that contained almost double the pay.

Attached was a small note with a name.

Joel Miller

Below that is an address messily scribbled down. Smirking you throw the card on your bedside table. You'll find him. And when you do, he better be ready.

#joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction

[restinslices]

The Obsession Is Returning

Y’all may not know, but I really like On My Block and I was thinking of the show again and I started wondering smth…

how do y’all think Oscar would react if Cesar had a friend that wasn’t afraid of him? Like, if my memory is correct, the kids were spooked when he was around. Now as the show went on the kids became more comfortable around him (besides Monse. He LAUGHED in season 3 and she fr got mad but moving on) but what if Cesar had a friend who was never scared of him, almost stupidly so, and said the most outta pocket shit.

Like, you’re ranting to him during that lockdown/lock-in/the shit that happened in season one and he’s like “I do not care” and you’re like “well you can’t go anywhere so sucks to suck I guess”. Idk, maybe it’s because I’m sleepy but that shit would be funny cause why tf did you tell that man his wardrobe is ass? Yes he has a bunch of long socks, let that shit go.

And when the Santos got all hype at that party and broke the truce? Oh gosh. “The truce was gonna break anyway but really Oscar? Since we on the topic, who the fuck was the guy that proposed the idea. I got a lot a shit I gotta say to y’all”. You could probably talk a bunch of shit cause what is he gonna do? SHOOT YOU? I hope not.

Y’all would have a more unhinged relationship than him and Jamal cause at least Jamal watches his mouth (somewhat) around him. Your dumbass would- “who decided the wardrobe for this gang?” “I just feel like being around bald dudes all day is weird but idk, that’s just me” “actually sit the fuck down. Or don’t. You got a gun, I don’t” “I know nothing of the streets. I behave. You don’t.” “Why do people in gangs refuse to say ‘happy birthday’? What the fuck is a ‘happy g day’?” “Aight gang - not like THAT though”.

I feel like the friendship would be gradual cause at first he’s like “why the fuck do you keep talking to me?”. Time skip and now this nigga knows your birthday. Can I say nigga on tumblr? We gon see what happens. Y’all go from “go do anything else besides talking to me” to “you ain’t text me all day. What’s up?”. This show came out in 2018. I was 13. I am 18 now. I am still in love with this man and that’s never gonna change. We ignore season 4. He never died. Y’all imagined that shit. He’s healthy and doing great.

#on my block #oscar diaz #spooky diaz #omb oscar diaz #omb spooky #oscar diaz x reader #spooky x reader

[eluxcastar]

This is so silly: Fatui Harbingers receiving a bouquet of flowers from their shy s/o?

Harbingers receiving a gift from their s/o

── ୨୧：harbingers x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: it's exactly what's written on the tin but with a side of me being off my head again

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader

୨୧﹑words :: 950

I'm so in love with the requests that let me answer them like a crackhead. but also I'm so sorry to the anons who want me to be serious I've just got the sillies. I spent the entire time calling it a pot until I realised the thing I was actually referring to is a vase and had to go back and change it all

if you're wondering where the shy part went, it was lost to this phenomenon called "I can't read" and by the time I realised it said that I was already done. I feel like this is the second time it's happened.

Alright usual order Tartaglia first. I'll be honest; I have no clue. Like, I literally left his here just saying, "Alright usual order", because what the FUCK would he do. He doesn't seem like a flower person, but also it being his s/o changes that so much because his s/o might make him a flower person. You could guess his favourite colour is yellow and suddenly it's yellow because he's so normal for you. He didn't even like flowers, but omg, you got him flowers. These are his new favourite flowers ever kinda thing.

Next is Arlecchino (more food is coming I promise), and tbh, I feel like she'd enjoy receiving flowers. It's not an overly flashy gift, and it probably took a lot for you to go out of your way to get that for her, let alone give it to her. She appreciates that you would get her a gift at all because receiving gifts feels nice sometimes. You can have a kiss for your flowers.

Third would be Pantalone, whose I kinda answered. Flowers are a gift, and honestly, I love the idea that as long as the gifts have sentimental value, that's what he'll treasure the most. He's gonna display those in his nicest vase for people to see. Why would you be nervous about that? The thought of what people think of them? No need. Nobody critiques his decor and means it. They know better.

La Signora would appreciate them, but they gotta be nice, yk? And like, you've gotta pay attention. There's no point if you just get whatever's available. Does she like those kinds of flowers? Do they smell nice? Compliment their surroundings? It's in the details that say you care because, to her, it means you were paying enough attention to consider it for what is a very standard gift for many people.

I did Scara then realised I forgot Sandrone omg anyway flowers, she would love those in her own silly little way. They're nice, and it's so cute that you went to the effort that she might just smile at you. She's 100% gonna keep those to herself and just stare at them for a while because someone got her a gift (this basically never happens) (if it did who the fuck are they?? unimportant 🙄)

Aight we got Scaradouche. Firstly no way this man is going to let you immediately know you got him a gift he likes. Flowers? That's such a girly present to give someone 🙄🙄 (They'll be in a pot on his dresser within the hour). He wouldn't usually want flowers, but since you already went and got them, he'll just have to. Just a little, I think he'd be losing it on the inside, kinda like when someone says they're so normal about something, and you know they're fucking lying. Like that

I totally missed Pulcinella last time, so he can get some flowers now. Honestly, I can see why I forgot him. I probably intended to do him but didn't have an idea and was like, "I'll come back to it", then got hit with this thing called filthy liar syndrome. Old people like flowers so he'd be happy with that, something nice to add some colour to a room or something Idk I'm not old (I'M SORRY I'LL BE SERIOUS). Some of you have no grandfather OR father you just like me fr so I'll throw in for y'all that he'd be proud of you for picking out such a nice gift and acquiring it of your own accord (which you are capable of) because it must've been difficult to get past the initial conversation starter problem.

Already off that train, we're finally at Capitano. I can't say for sure cause he has two lines but tbh, he seems like he'd like it. You can have a nice pat on the head and everything cause aww you went to all that effort just for him? That deserves a nice cuddle ❤️

Columbina thinks of it like anything else you do, more confused as to what the occasion is than anything and not very sure what provoked you to do this, but she accepts it and thanks you nonetheless because she still does like it. She just also wants to know what you're doing and why, but she's satisfied with the answer that you just wanted to and cuts you off before the apologies if she doesn't like it.

What the fuck did you get Dottore flowers for?? Like, what would he do with them?? That's awkward. He'll take them off your hands, but after that, he kinda just 🧍 because what else does he do? He can look at them and sit them somewhere, but like they have no purpose. The effort is nice. He probably doesn't want these again tho unless he can use them for something. You'll get a thanks, but like he's kinda bad at hiding that he's got no idea what to do with it. Get him some flowers that are useful rather than decorative maybe?

We are at Pierro, and I think it's a bit of a mix. On the surface, he may seem like he doesn't want them and only accepts them to save your feelings but secretly treasures them ❤️ I like the idea of him being sentimental toward his s/o because something about it is just cute. It also matches the vibe, like, he's got a very closed-off exterior that you are used to that's meant to hide that adorable and undeniably vulnerable interior that really, really loves you and all of the things you do for him.

#♡ — anon visit. #✦ — headcanons. #✦ — fluff. #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #pantalone #pantalone x reader #la signora #la signora x reader #sandrone #sandrone x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #pulcinella #pulcinella x reader #il capitano #il capitano x reader #columbina #columbina x reader #il dottore #il dottore x reader #pierro #pierro x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

[3xdni]

'*•.¸♡𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗'♡¸.•*'

NOT 100% PROOFREAD

Pairings: E!42 Miles x Black/Mixed Reader

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

Heads up: Black-coded reader, swearing, kissing, high school age ranged, use of the 'n word, touchy miles, established relationships, toxic ex, neck holding, slight blood, slight violence

summary- you go to a party with your best friend post-breakup with your cheating boyfriend, only to see miles and end up 'thanking' him when he protects you from your ex after he presses you for ghosting him

You and your group of girls walked aimlessly down the halls of your school, chatting it up with your best friend who was rambling on about her new boyfriend. She went on and on about how fine he was and how he paid for everything she wanted.

"Girl, is this your man or your sugar daddy?" You snarked with a soft chuckle, lightly punching her arm.

"Oh god no," Y/B/N rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in disgust. " this my man for real, like we're getting married and everything!" She said smiling as you listened to the southern drawl roll off her tongue.

You and your friends couldn't stop yourselves from letting out a loud set of giggles as Y/B/N chanted throughout the halls about her delusions.

The way she talked about her new boyfriend reminded of the way you used to talk about your ex. So happy and oblivious to the asshole who you were hyping up. Always there for him when he was never there for you.

Once all of you made it to your respected lockers, Y/B/N suddenly came to a stop about her 'new husband' to give you a somewhat sad look.

"But anyway, how have you been since, ya know... the breakup?" You closed your locker with a sigh, planting your forehead against the cool metal. "I been aight I guess," you paused to look up at your best friend with an annoyed look. "but this nigga will not leave me the fuck alone!" Y/B/F let out a loud wheeze as you shut your eyes and dramatically wiped down your face with both hands.

"Ganke must still be tryna get back with you or sum?" You simply gave her a hard 'mhm' which she couldn't find more hilarious. "You know there's a party this saturday at Gwen's, you should come with me! We gon find you a new man, sis!" A couple of your other friends agreed with the idea of you going, just wanting you to have some fun.

You snickered at Y/B/N's remark. Giving it some thought, you wondered if you should make an appearance at this party. It had been awhile since you went to one and were actually able to mingle with who ever you wanted to.

Ever since you broke up with Ganke, you felt a since of new found freedom. Of course you loved and adored him when y'all were together, but you weren't stupid enough to stay with him after finding out he was texting other girls and trying to link with a mutual friend's girlfriend, miles. You rolled your eyes at the thought of him begging for you back now.

Solange chimed in from behind her locker to add that there were supposed to some many fine dudes there. Jacky gave you a firm nod to back up Solange's statement. "I bet if Miles was there you would say yes immediately." Your best friend teased and you just responded with the most lethal side eye you could muster. "Hey, don't look at me like that! You know Ian lyin'" She chuckled before finishing getting her bags completely out her locker.

Solange and Jackie were making a team effort to coax you into joining in on the party. They only wanted to see you happy, and all they knew was to dance and mingle their own problems away. They made multiple comments about how you're so young and 'We gotta enjoy it while it lasts'. Of course they wouldn't push you against your will, but a little convincing wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Girl it does not take that fuckin' long to think, come on please! We don't wanna go without you!" These poor girls were practically begging on their knees for you to attend this party with them. All you could do was look at Y/B/N with an amused smile on your face. Simply shaking your head in disbelief at your little group's excitement when you agreed to go.

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Saturday rolled around and you sat as your best friend picked out what you thought was your best outfit.

You felt excitement bubbling in your stomach as continued putting on your last accessories and shiny lip gloss. The music that blasted throughout Y/B/N's room giving you a pregame effect sorta gave you a feeling of what tonight was gonna be like. You put on your favorite perfume and body lotion. Y/B/N squealed as she exclaimed how bad you were and quickly whipped out her phone to take pictures.

As your best friend held her phone up, a notification slide onto her phone.

• Solange👽💚hey... just found out ganke's at the party.. might wanna let y/n kno!!

Y/B/N quickly turned to look at you after the disappointing news. You sighed and gave her a half assed smile. "It's cool, Ian trippin and Ian finna let it bother me either." you shrugged you shoulders which released tension from Y/B/N's own shoulders.

You sat in the back seat of the car on the way to the party. Staring through the windshield, lost in thought. 'What if Ganke was there?' multiple thoughts like this flooded into your head. 'What if he asks why haven't I been talking to him? What do I do if he tries to hurt me-' Your thoughts were immediately cut short by Jacky's pink acrylics wrapping around your hand. "Hey, it's gonna be okay, girl! We wouldn't tell you to come if we knew you wouldn't have a good time." She gave you a kind smile and you gave her the same.

You were hyped up the whole way over to the party, your best friend saying things like 'Girl you look good as fuck!' or 'You gon be taking everybody nigga'. However, when you were finally there you started to feel a little nervous. It had been a while since you were in the party scene but you knew you'd feel better once inside.

You walked through the big, glass door's of Gwen's home and it already reeked of underage drinking with an overpowering amount of horny teens. After giving your friends the green light to go dance and have some fun, you gravitated towards the kitchen. It was only slightly less crowded than the rest of the busy house.

You felt a hand grab your shoulder and felt Y/B/N yell in your ear over the loud music that she was gonna go look for her man, but she'd be back. You laughed and told her don't worry about it and you understood. After she ran of with her little boyfriend, you smelled a very familiar scent. You looked around the kitchen island you were currently leaning on and your eyes landed on you and Ganke's mutual friend, miles.

He was nose deep in his phone, ignoring the girls that would come up to him and quickly shooting down any interactions with his bluntness. You chuckled as you watched the failed attempts of even the prettiest girls in your school try to talk to miles. Making your way over to him, you hopped on the part of the counter right beside his arm.

You couldn't deny the attraction you felt for Miles, even when you were with your ex, but you could never let it be known to anyone. You had a man and he had a girl, you both were off limits. Although, Ganke couldn't understand that much. Y/B/N would always poke fun at the fact that you picked the wrong friend throughout your relationship, and you couldn't help but feel she was right.

When Miles looked up at you, you noticed how close you two actually were. Taking in how handsome he was, looking at his lashes, the diamond studded ears, his signature braids, gold chain dangling on his chest, and those pretty lips that always caught your attention, you became lost in thought.

"Yo, Y/N what's good ma?" Miles cocked his head at you with slightly surprised face. He also seemed to notice the close proximity of you two, however not moving at all. Miles always felt that there was tension between the two of you. His girlfriend wasn't shit but his mom didn't know that and liked her, so he kept her around. That was done though, so Mr.Morales started making moves. He been plotting on you for a little minute now anyway.

You gave Miles and small smile and leaned back on your palms. "Shit, I been good, how you been though? I seen you and ole girl broke up." You asked giving Miles a knowing look. He gave you an amused 'mhm' and watched as your body stretched atop the counter, paying close attention on how your thighs seamed to squish against the cold marble. Miles looked you up and down while licking his dry lips.

"Nah man, we not together no more, but what about you and yo nigga? Thought y'all was cute and shit." Miles shrugged his shoulders, obviously returning your teasing. You rolled your eyes at the comment, not really caring about the subject anymore. All that mattered was that you were single, and he was single.

"So whachu doin' here? This doesn't really seem like your scene." You asked Miles while taking a sip of the drink you had just poured. He watched intently as your lips wrapped around the side of the cup and drank from it.

"A couple of friends wanted me to come, Ian really studyin' this party though." Miles responded, taking large gulps of his own drink.

You watched Miles' adam's apple bob up and down as he drank the alcohol, causing you to shift your focus and forget that you needed to project your voice. When you tried to tell Miles that it was the same for you, you spoke in a low, quiet voice.

He looked at you for a second, trying to put together your words but ultimately failed. The boy moved increasingly close to your neck and you shivered as you felt his breath fan against your ear.

"Que dijiste bebe? I can't hear you, speak up." You could only hope that Miles wasn't aware of the effect he had on you. He just couldn't hear you over the music and loud voices, that was all. Right?

You tried to play it off with a simple 'My bad' and repeated yourself louder this time. Miles smiled at you as he backed up just a little bit so you were face to face.

Even then, Miles couldn't help himself from continuously stealing looks at your outfit. You seem to just have popped out after Ganke fucked his girl. He started paying close attention to your lips, wondering why they looked so soft, why they just looked so..good?

You and miles moved well on into good conversation, catching up on each other, a couple of flirty remarks, and the inconsistent brushing of hands against thighs, hands touching hair, and just enjoying being in each other's presence. All was well until an unwanted but familiar face came into your side vision. You continued your conversation now looking at Ganke making his way over to the two of you.

You gave an exhausted sigh and dramatic eye roll as the one person you wouldn't let ruin your night apparently make it his mission to do just that.

"Yo, What's up Miles, Y/N?" He yelled loudly over the music, attempting to dap Miles up which he ignored. Ganke put up a friendly front but you could tell he had alternative motives. You just sat and stared at the boy while Miles replied with a dry 'Yo'.

"So this what we doin now, Y/N" Ganke looked at you with a stank face, motioning to you and Miles. Mood quickly switching just as you thought would happen. "Youn wanna answer my text or calls but you can come to parties with my homeboys now?" Your ex threw his free arm up in the arm in exasperation while his other one held his drink. "My mans, you was the one that cheated, not me? Ian even tryna talk about this right now, I'm havin' fun." You explained motioning to Miles which he returned with a sly smile.

"Oh so you having fun fuckin' on my homeboys?!" Ganke started to get louder, gaining more attention from the now forming crowd. "We not homeboys my nigga, you fucked that shit all the way up for you." Miles corrected with a deadpanned face.

Ganke was obviously drunk because there was noway anybody in there right mind that would come up to you like this. You weren't necessarily scary but people knew not to disrespect you. When he attempted come stumble closer to you, Miles quickly straightened up and put himself between the two of you. Leaning back on your knees while giving him a warning.

"Aye man you need to chill out with allat, you doing way too much." You felt as if you could handle the situation yourself, but it made your attraction towards Miles grow to see him so protective. "Nah bruh, youn tell me what to do, that's my bitch-" And as soon as he let the word slip, Miles damn near knocked his tooth out.

Ganke fell to the floor with a dazed look and blood dripping from his mouth. Miles was raised by his mama, he knew not to tolerate disrespect towards women. Audible gasps and a collective 'Damn!' was heard around the kitchen.

You looked into the crowd and spotted a drunk Solange and sober Jacky rushing to the front of it. Solange let out a load, obnoxious laugh. "You just got knocked the fuck out!" Jacky laughed uncontrollably trying to steady her friend.

Your 'knight in shining armor' turned to you after spitting on the already hurt kid. He walked over to the counter and started to gather his belongings.

"Man fuck this shit, you tryna get outta here." The tall boy patted his pockets for his keys and pointed a thumb towards the door. "Yeah let's go." You quickly hopped off the counter to walk with Miles, barely sparing a glance at Ganke.

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10 times outta 9 I know your lyin' but 9 times outta 10 I know your tryin' to be there

You rode down the highway, windows down and 'Love Drought' by Beyoncé playing on the radio. You were lost in your thoughts about the previous events until you felt a large hand lay across your thigh. The action felt kinda familiar. Looking from out the window, to the hand, and then at Miles you couldn't help but smile and blush a bit.

You were a bit confused as to how he manage to act like he didn't just almost knock someone out. That's not to say you didn't mind the extra attention. Feeling his grip on your thigh just made your stomach turn in the right way. You wanted to talk but there was so much to say and nothing to say at the same time.

Before you could even mutter a word however, Miles broke the air. "So what's up with him, man? Why he trippin' on you so hard, ma?" His eyes stayed on the road but you knew you had his full attention. He was a somewhat responsible driver after all.

"He just got an attitude 'cuz I won't talk to him no more. Ian tryna deal with allat for real." Shrugging your shoulders, you gave Miles a side glance. Now that it was just the two of you, you couldn't help but see how good he looked in his tight black T-shirt, khaki cargo pants, and fresh pair of jays. His jewelry shined in the street lights. He just looked so damn good right now, you could practically feel yourself drooling.

"You sum special, ya know?"

"Hm? Whachu mean?"

"Nah Im just sayin, Ion go around bussin folks in they shit like that for random girls." Miles smiled with his eyes still on the road before him. You just adored the way he was showcasing his dimples off to you right now.

"But you would do it for me though." You giggled at the end of your sentence, appreciating the compliment.

"Anything for you, mi corazón " Although you knew it was a bit of an exaggeration, as this was only the beginning of y'all's relationship, you still felt comfort by his words.

Feelings grew between you two as you watched each other silently over the years. He fell in love with every little thing you did, as so did you with him. You noticed every tiny quirk and habit he had, and just thought he was so fine. It was crazy to everyone that you two didn't start dating each other instead of your ex's.

You felt his hand brush farther into you skirt and squeeze a little harder, all you could do was sigh into his touch. Miles let a deep chuckle slip from his lips and you could feel your face heat up. "Ni siquiera puedo creer que saliste con su lamentable trasero, you know you could do better right, mamas?" You squeezed your thighs slightly at the nick name, which Miles very much noticed.

Of course you didn't want to give in to him just yet, so you beat around the bush. "Yeah I guess, I mean Ion really talk to anybody though. Ian really met a lot of real niggas." You faked oblivion to Miles obvious attempt to get at you.

Suddenly turning down a back road, and driving into an empty, grass area atop a hill, Miles turned to look at you. "That's 'cuz you ain't been talkin' to me, my heart." His accent rolled off his tongue and into your heart. He couldn't help but stare into your pretty eyes, and glance at your pretty, glossed lips. They looked so plump and full, all he wanted was a little taste.

Miles grabbed you by top of your neck softly, causing you to let out a breathy 'Miles'. He couldn't help himself. You just looked so gorgeous in your little outfit tonight, he was grateful to god that he sent an angel like you to him tonight. The two of you tilted your heads in unison closing the gap between you.

Your gloss smeared across Miles' lips as he pressed into yours roughly. When he pulled you closer by your neck, you had no choose but to place a hand on his thigh to help you balance yourself. This caused him to groan which gave you an opportunity you had to take. You snaked your tongue into Miles' sweet mouth, moaning into the kiss as his grip on your neck tightens.

Miles started moving his free hand down your back and onto the cusp of your ass, giving it a firm slap. He broke away from your lips to move his face into the parts of your neck uncovered by his large, rough hand. After leaving multiple kisses, licks, and hickies on your neck, he pulled you over the middle console and onto his lap.

Miles rubbed your ass through your mini skirt, like he was touch starved. His lips returned to yours as he muttered the words "Let me treat you right, baby. Fuck these other niggas."

You just look this boy deeply in his eyes, trying not to fall for him even harder in that moment. You leaned down to plant a kiss on Miles' lips but he held you in place by your neck. "You gon' gimme an answer, pretty girl? Ian solo tratando de joderte, te necesito mala, mi hermosa.." Miles trailed off seemingly entranced by you.

You swear you could die with all the pet names he was giving you. "You gotta promise though, we gotta keep it together, baby"

"Oh we gon stay together, I promise."

#atsv #atsv x reader #miles morales #e!42 miles morales #x reader #miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x female reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 prowler

[colourstreakgryffin]

Aights hereee i go again lovess! HAAHAHA

Muichiro and his lover visited the reader’s hometown where his lover spent their childhood days and becames nervous meeting his lover’s parents (of course the parents are nicee here AHAHA)

Noting much, this might be boring but yeah still requested, i want to finally see how he reacts learning about more his Lover.

*slight evil laughs* lets be calm for now😉😏

Correction FOR NOW

Anyway! LOVE YAH 🫶🏼

Mmmm! Disappointment galore tbh! But whatever! It’s cute! Just gonna have build up to naughty Mui~! Love ya too!

Boyfriend! Tokito Muichiro

“This is your hometown?” Muichiro gently asked you over your shoulder as the lively streets danced with energetic, friendly villagers. His hand clung onto yours as you cheerfully explained every colourful flora-decorated peak of the cottages before you two. You have been dating your fellow Hashira, Muichiro for years now. For four years now, you’ve been happily devoting your love to him

And you felt ashamed as you have been keeping your past and family a secret to your beloved Muichiro for ages, and he doesn’t deserve that. Thankfully, you managed to get a few days off from your Hashira career with Muichiro, and you decided to bring him to meet your parents on the third last free day. He may not be the most social man out there but he was definitely polite enough

Giggling happily, you begin walking forward as Muichiro follows you, his gorgeous mint green eyes arrowed around at the sights before him, until he was brought before a rose bush-skirted homely cottage, in which you smile eagerly at, tapping your solo thumb on Muichiro’s knuckles to attract his eyes from the appealing views of the elegant hometown you grew up. It makes sense to him, that a living angel like you originated in a reclusive community that seemingly sprouted out from the very ground

Knocking on the door, Muichiro’s hand clung onto yours in a mix of nervousness and wonder as the wreath decorated frame swung open to seeing the smiling face of your beautiful loving mother, accompanied by your excitable father who’s surprise melted to joy, as he sat at the pretty dinner table. Letting go of Muichiro’s hand briefly, you embrace your eager mother in a tight warm hug

Once she pulled back, her head tilted as she gazed over to Muichiro in curiosity. Her smile never faltered despite the fact she has seen her daughter with a complete stranger. “My darling! You’ve come to visit your old man and woman, hey!” The older woman laughed cheekily as you giggled in response to her playful remark, nodding whilst you gestured in the direction of Muichiro. “Why yes! But I have somebody special this time!”

“My, my. Who’s this handsome man?” Your mother purrs cheerfully, as you blush embarrassed at her complimentary acknowledgment of your boyfriend. Muichiro is very good at hiding his emotions so he radiated a semi-monotonous aura but brought out a polite smile at the sight of your sweet parents. “This is my boyfriend! The one I sent letters to you about!” You chirp as your father chimed in with a head-thrown-back laugh as he crossed his arms and gazed into your eyes

Both you and Muichiro could sense his playful nature, his voice piping up but you knew he was just a outspoken man. “Oh! That one! The Hashira?” Your father asked, making you nod wordlessly again whilst your mother opened the door wide enough to let the two of you in. Muichiro continued to look around the gorgeous home interior in amazement as your mother closed the door, smiling eagerly

You sat down on the empty chair with your hand still latched onto Muichiro’s, your lovely boyfriend taking a few seconds to notice the chair before him as he meets eyes with your father, hiding his visible anxiety with that unbreaking polite beam. Your mother took no time to sit down with lunch prepared, there was barely enough for all four of you so she rushed back into the kitchen to begin making more with a short apology

Muichiro kept himself composed snd quiet, only responding when your father spoke out of the blue. It was silent for a few seconds whilst you three begun trying to equally share out the rations given. “Boy, do you want to hear a story about our Dokusha?” You lightly choked on the spoonful of rice in your mouth as Muichiro titled his head in confusion, responding after a bit of deep thought

“A story? Sure” You whined out in embarrassment at your boyfriend’s interest in the most definitely humiliating times in your childhood. You just hoped your mother would jump in to save your behind but she didn’t hear a single word from the kitchen as your father begun spilling out story after story to Muichiro, making him chuckle here and there

Needless to say, Muichiro got along well with your father and your mother complimented him a lot, giving him headpats as she placed down the second dish she created, and your father exchanging a friendly hug once you and Muichiro had to leave. Despite how embarrassed you felt at Muichiro’s occasional comments on those cute stories your father and partly your mother told, you had a wonderful time

Seeing your parents again was simply amazing, and your boyfriend getting along with the two that love you so dearly, they brag about you regularly, made you feel like you were on top of the world. Muichiro, on the other hand, had a wonderful time with your parents and he views them as amazing people. He entirely loved how somebody like you came from people like them

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kny imagines #kny hashira #tokito muichiro x reader #muichiro tokito x reader #muichiro tokito #tokito muichiro #muichiro fluff #demon slayer muichiro #muichirou #kny muichiro #kimetsu muichiro #muichiro x reader #kimetsu no yaiba muichiro #demon slayer fluff #kny fluff #fluff #kny #romantic short story #kny short story #short story #boyfriend stuff #boyfriend

[marleyybluu]

Say It

okay so I'm trying my hand at a little Fezco action, thought I'd start with something cutesy.

Summary: Fez wants to tell his gf 'I love you' first

word count: 1.5k

like i said just cutesy shit so no warnings... oh well except for swearing lol

(look at me like that and we gon' have a problem oof)

"How the fuck do you do this shit man?" Fez groaned fiddling with the black tie in his hand. His little brother, Ashtray, chuckled on the side as he watched his sibling in something he'd never pictured before. An actual suit.

He hollered out to his brother's girlfriend who was in the next room. "Aliciaaaa, I think someone needs your help."

"No, I don't," Fez yelled back. Alicia shook her head as she emerged from the bathroom, her simple black heels clicking against the wood floors, she found the two in the front entrance hallway with Fez staring in the mirror trying so hard to tie his tie himself. Ashtray had disappeared into his own room knowing they were probably about to get sappy and gross and he wanted no parts.

She stood there for a moment smiling at how handsome he was, not just because of the suit. Alicia loved Fezco, that was her man even before they were official. He couldn't really wrap his head around the fact that someone so opposite of him could love him the way she did, she accepted  him for everything that he was even if it wasn't "perfect." And she made sure he knew all the time. A lot of people saw Fez as this guy who was selling drugs to whoever asked for it, saw him as just a dropout with a brother following the same path but that's not how she saw him.

Alicia fell in love with his heart, the way he was protective of her-- not in a controlling way but in a way that she knew he'd always have her back no matter what, even if they did decide to fall out which wasn't her plan anyway, she often told him that he's stuck with her for life but the smile on his face let her know that he was absolutely okay with that. She rested her purse on a nearby table and made her way over to him, her soft hands resting on top of his to stop him from knotting up the tie even more.

"Watched about a million videos on this shit, still can't get it." He admitted. She shrugged. "Nothing I can't do for you."

Fez grinned. He was grateful to have her in his life, she was something to look forward to every day whether it was her bare face or even a text, a silly picture whenever they weren't together. He couldn't tell the last time anyone or anything made him smile so much. She wasn't using him for a fix or maybe some quick cash, she just liked him for him.

He watched as her hands worked their magic, a simple gesture that made his heart melt. Alicia could feel those wonderous blue eyes staring her down, she tugged on her bottom lip to keep from smiling too hard, he made her nervous. "Your cousin gon' be mad if we smoke before the wedding?"

"Nah, she's good for it."

"Aight, cool."

She finished helping him out and was on her way back to the bathroom to check herself one more time but he pulled her back. "You look good, baby. Real good." That second part sounded like he wanted to devour her and skip the wedding. "Thank you. You look fine too, my love."

He lightly groaned. "We really got to go to this thing?" Alicia gave him a quick kiss. "Yes, we can fuck later." He laughed as she wiggled her eyebrows at him, that's what he wanted but it wasn't the only thing. There was a moment of silence, the two just staring at each other and drinking each other in. "Something on your mind?" She teased. He actually did have something on his mind.

For as long as they'd been dating Alicia was always the first to say 'I love you.' It was never him, not like he didn't love her loved her so much he would kill for her, he'd die for her-- but Fez didn't grow up in an expressive environment, especially for something as sappy as love. He loved Ashtray, loved his grandmother, loved his friend Rue but he would never actually say it to them and it was kind of the same with his girl. She was the first to say it and it'd been that way ever since.

Though she didn't mind saying it first, it didn't bother her, but it did bother him a bit. He noticed he was taking too long to answer, he swallowed the three words and instead asked, "You think we can smoke before? Or we gon' be late?"

Alicia looked at her phone for the time. "Ou yikes, maybe we'll smoke in the car."

She grabbed her purse and stuffed her phone inside, she called out to Ashtray letting him know that they were leaving and promising him a goodie bag when they got back. The couple were all giggles on their way to the venue and once they arrived they were both high as kites, but it was okay because it was mostly a family wedding and they all knew the deal. They walked in holding hands being greeted by her aunts and other cousins along with a few uncles, Fez wasn't one for socializing so Alicia did most of the talking and then it was time to be seated inside.

The decorations were beautiful, the two bridal parties looked amazing, she nodded at her cousin for always having good taste. It caused her to wonder. "Do you wanna do this one day?" The question caught Fezco off guard, he didn't really think that far ahead. "I mean, I can't, I'm not a lesbian." He joked. Alicia tried her best to stifle a laugh but failed. "You're so stupid."

The music for the bride's entrance began to play, and everyone stood to their feet and faced the aisle. The ceremony was beautiful, they had a lot to say about how in love they were with each other and it did cause Fez's mind to wander whether he and Alicia would be up there themselves confessing their love in front of people that they also loved. What would he say? What would she say? He glanced over at her, she was completely sucked into the words being spoken. He raised their moulded hands and kissed her knuckles pulling her out of her trance, she smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder.

The ceremony quickly transferred over to the reception and they smoked again before the food came out. The table was engaged in their own conversations while the two kind of munched in silence. Once everyone ate the dance floor was up for grabs, they stayed behind for a bit and watched everyone else. She looked over at Fez and asked, "You think Ash is okay?"

"Yeah bro, he's responsible enough."

Alicia stood and smoothed out her dress. "I'm gonna see if I can find a container or something to put food in for him." He nodded watching her walk away a small smirk appearing on his face. "Fezco," Someone called out, he looked over to see Alicia's cousin coming over. "Who knew there'd be a day I'd see you in a suit boy!" She laughed. "Yeah, my baby got me together."

"I see that. Where is she?"

"Gettin' food for Ash. Aye, congratulations by the way."

They dapped each other up. They were pretty cool with one another, she was the first to know about Fez when they started dating. "Thanks, man. Look, have a good time aight, I gotta go look for my wife." She left him alone for a while, and the song changed to a slow one he recognized this one though-- it was Melt by Kehlani. Alicia loved this song and right on queue, she was coming back from her hunt for food. "I can't believe they actually had a container."

Fez didn't give her a chance to sit instead he stood up and tugged her onto the dance floor with everyone else. She was surprised, to say the least, he was a pretty shy person and if they ever went to a party he'd just stand to the side and watch her have a good time, never actually participate. "Fezzy... are you okay?" She planted her palm on his forehead in a playful manner. "I'm good ma."

"Hm." She was starting to wonder what he was up to, but for now, enjoyed a slow dance with him. Until she realized something. "We ain't kissed all night."

Fez chuckled at the random outburst, he leaned forward pressing his lips against hers her hand resting on the back of his neck in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. Their lips going together like two puzzle pieces, she leaned back separating them but not too far, their noses still touching.

"I love you, baby." He did it. He said it first. Alicia was stunned, she was happy, she was sprung.

She delivered another quick smooch before replying. "I love you too, honey."'

I think I'm only gonna upload on weekends :/ I dont want to, I like uploading through the week but yall a bitch is tired fr. I only got to do this cus I had the day off. But I'm still trying to figure out some type of schedule

Also, I've been writing nothing but fluffy shit and some smut, and as much as I love romantic, cute, corny fluff. I wanna write something toxic 😏, something messy 😏 but again don't know what. we'll see. Uploading Spooky this weekend tho anyway if you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic. comment and reblogs help and as always be cool 🤝

#fezco euphoria #fez fanfic #fluff #bwwmromance #euphoria fanfic #fezco fic #marleysfanfictions #marleywrites #black!OC #fez x OC #fez x black!OC #poc OC #Spotify

[tsintotwo]

(Part 5/ Bonus part of 4)

Aight. After the last post I totally had to check myself because I was under the impression that Junkhearts was the only movie of Tom’s I hadn’t yet seen, but apparently there was another one called Three Way Junction, AND I found another cameo (someone add these and Hello Apartment on Tom’s wiki, I can’t figure out a way to edit tables on there) (Edit: Took care of it.) A few wonderful people got in touch with this info, PLUS a bootleg link to watch the 1984 production Tom was in!! Just, THANK YOU folks, and you bet your ass I watched everything. Let me talk a bit about that before I move on to the links.

Junkhearts (2011)- War vet very kindly offers homeless girl shelter in his house, but her bad crowd (including her bf, played by Tom) comes along and invades his life. Tom is a Northern Irish boy in this (complete with the accent) and is the kind of dude who would walk into a situation and abuse everyone and everything. It blows my mind that this irl smol bean did so many disturbing/disturbed characters and did them SO well. He really makes the angel-faced-devil thing work. This movie is dark, and deals with heavy matters like PTSD and drugs. Be advised. Good movie tho.

Double Date (2017)- Do NOT ask me anything about this one, man, idk. Tom in a beard, hat, eyes rimmed in black liner, and with a fake rhinestone tear for 1:30 mins. I didn’t even hear what he said.

Three Way Junction (2018)- English architect (Tom) goes soul searching to Namibia, everyone he meets acts wiser than him, then he gets stranded in the desert. I will call this movie formulaic, but before that, let me acknowledge I was just getting comfortable, then it stepped on my throat and left me agonizingly invested for a good amount of time. The desert-stranded scenes, Tom almost dying from thirst and hunger, body switching off, face peeling from the sun, hallucinating, all alone… it was hard to watch, y’all (in a good way, I suppose). Tom gives it his all and it pays off, because by the end I wanted to scream along with him. The very end is, again, formulaic.

1984 on Broadway (2017)- Winston in the book: I am a 39 y/o gray dude,  oppressed and depressed, listen to my musings and experience about politics

Me: Of course! I am intellectually stimulated!

Tom’s Winston: *spits aggressively*

Me: Fu** me, daddy

Trust Tom fuckin Sturridge to make Winston Smith SEXY I AM SO UPSET (AND HORNY) *deep breath* okay. Olivia Wilde broke Tom’s nose acting this, he broke her tailbone. People fainted, threw up, and left the theatre. Need I say more about how intense this production was? And I abfuckingsolutely loved it, oh my GOD. This was a brilliant adaptation of the classic George Orwell novel imo, the changes they made were very clever. Tom is the MC, and in the beginning, he is confused and is just reacting to things rather than acting. But he gets more and more into it and then comes the last act- graphic torture scene of him that they recreated from the book. I understand why people left the room, y’all. I mean, I KNEW what would happen and by the end even I was like ‘fuck me, fuck y’all, fuck this, what the fuck’, and I could PAUSE. But this is how 1984 should be, imo. I’m not saying this just because I’m a simp for Tom: the work he’s done for this is extraordinary. It takes a special kind of actor to even attempt something like it.

[Edit: I've discovered Tom also appeared in Brothers of the Head (2005), a mockumentary-movie about conjoined twins who became rockstars. Tom might be in it for just the ten seconds around 55:00 that I could find him in.]

Now that’s all done, let’s move on to the links. I know most people may have seen most of these, but still may be of help to a few? And I’m making this for my reference as much as for anyone else anyway, so.

Interviews/Being Filmed:

1. We all know there have been sooo many interviews from the Sandman junket. Some of my favorite moments:

a. Tom talking about his experience in the glass cage here (4:15), here (2:00) and here (4:12)

b. Tom shows us (11:34) his button brickphone. An aside: I think he at least had a smartphone at one point- you can see him tapping one here (:10) and he mentioned in the giggly Sea Wall interview that he browsed Wiki on his way there, so… anyway, point is tho, it’s none of our fuckin business

c. Vivienne praises Tom so much that he clenches his fists and is out of breath. Aside: When people he’s less familiar with drop praises, he has no reaction. Like, not even awkwardness, zero reaction except a half smile, e.g. here (4:43), here (4:04) and here (10:11). I just think it’s a funny shy boi thing XD

d. Totally RANDOM, but I love his eyeroll (9:00)

e. Unexpectedly deep and amazing answer to what nightmare Tom would give other people (plus everything else tbh)

f. Tom insisting that eating only within 4 out of 24 hrs and exercising for 5 hrs each day for 3 months was ‘easy’ compared to actually playing Morpheus. This man is insane.

g. Tom stole the sand pouch and is so shifty about it lmao

h. I said this before: Tom and Morpheus are still totally separate in my mind, so seeing this BTS when he’s dressed as Morpheus but speaks as Tom is a reality-shifting experience for me every time. Also, in natural light the subtle eye makeup is really popping. God, this man would KILL it with smokey eyes!

2. I love animated talkers who are also articulate, they tend to be the best storytellers. Tom being just that in these Orphans (5:12) and Sea Wall (37:26) interviews (I recommend watching Tom in both in full, tbh)

3. Linking this Orphans interview because a. His eloquence and wisdom shine through and b. He’s looking sort of devastatingly pretty

4. Tom can play the piano!

5. Never seen a Brit giggle so much (I know I already gif-ed this but you gotta hear the SOUNDS)

6. Englishman struggles to speak English for half a minute straight

7. Tom’s workout vid for Sandman. Not to ogle, to appreciate the unholy amount of effort. You can also see the inconspicuous S tattoo on his back (for his ex, I guess). This man is wearing a hat in the gym... hair too long?

8. Far from the Madding Crowd interview because I need y’all to see this look

9. I like this 1984 interview ‘cause it’s interesting, been edited in a creepy way matching the content they’re talking about +Tom talks about not using a smartphone

10. Adding this to show how much Tom has grown, as we all grow. The ‘romantic’ experience he describes here, while startlingly honest, I can’t see him talking about now. He was a bit rough around the edges, a little awkward with his presence. I find that endearing and relatable, honestly, ‘cause I am VERY different in the way I present myself, speak, communicate now from a few yrs ago. It’s a process.

Fanvids:

Some of my faves here: 

1.      Best Sandman/Morpheus tributes 1, 2, 3, 4. Angsty king Morpheus. Cool Morpheus. 

2.      AMAZING Morpheus x Jessamy 1, 2 and 3

3.      Morpheus x Johanna 1 and 2

4.      Morpheus x Calliope 1, 2 and 3

5.      Me: I ain’t no Twilight fan and watched TVD only for Damon, vampires can suck it away form me. Also me: Watches this 50 times in a row. Edward x Morpheus

6.      Bruce Wayne x Morpheus

7.      WTF is going on and why do I love it: AU/Crossovers/Fancasts with Morpheus- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

8.      Will x Emma, Waiting for Forever

9.      Best Jake x Tess, Sweetbitter, 1 , 2 , 3, 4

10.      Best Alex x Nigel, Like Minds, 1 and 2

11.      Effie Gray x John Everett Millais, 1 and 2

12. + Tom in Remainder 

13. Carlo Marx, Carl (3 Way Junction), King Henry VI, Danny (Junkhearts)

Voice Work:

1.      Sea Wall audio

2.      Someone isolated Tom’s voice from the music in the Netflix podcast

3.      Tom reading two letters. This one by Henry James is emotional and I expected his passionate reading, but this one by Mark Twain- Tom was HILARIOUS! Please make him do more comedy.

4. Tom reading Wordsworth’s ‘A Complaint’

5. Tom as Morpheus- playlist of his dialogues isolated for each episode 

Miscellaneous:

1.      1984 bootleg (480p)

2.      Context: Someone made a t-shirt with Tom’s head on the boobs and wore it, which RPatz saw and mentioned in an interview. The whole thing is bonkers. Maybe I was having a slow day but I laughed for a solid minute at this lmao (but I’m a whole adult-adult writing 1500+ words posts about Tom, so maybe I should shut my mouth).

3.   (Later addition): Masterlist of fics I wrote. The Sandman/Morpheus and Sweetbitter/Jake.

I might be adding more if I remember new things, but this is it for now. I actually enjoyed writing these posts. It’s been real, folks.

#tom sturridge #sandman #the sandman #Dream of the endless #morpheus #sea wall/a life #orphans #sweetbitter #waiting for forever #junkhearts #three way junction #letters live #1984 #like minds

[imtherain]

Moon Bois to the Rescue

Heyo

Had a weird night, needed some comfort, for some reasons the Moon Bois came to mind and this happened. 

Warnings: Living with a roommate, pretend dating speedrun into smut, all three moon bois. Sex that can be heard down the hall. idk it’s basically pwp but it made me feel better

Oh, and I really only reread it once before posting it, it might be a mess

Friends to lovers: reader x Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley

Anyway

"Her boy toy is over again," I complained into the phone. I was always complaining about my roommate to my best friends. Granted, my three best friends were kind of all the same person, but still. 

"Why don't you just go to bed and shut the door?" It was Marc fronting for now.

"Because that feels like surrender," I rolled my eyes at myself. "I just feel like she's inconsiderate bringing him over here all the time. Like fuck, go to his place once in awhile," 

"Maybe his place is gross, you did say he never cleans up after himself," 

"Yeah because she does. I hate him for her, he's going to ruin her life, but she's in love so nothing I say will change her mind." 

“Boys will do a lot for love too,” Marc said.

"I have a thought," it was Steven's voice now.

"What's that?" 

"What if, what if we came over? Maybe even the playing field?" I was shocked by what he was saying.

"You're so far away, I couldn't ask you to come all the way here,"

"Well, we could just suit up and run over," Steven offered. "Wouldn't be very hard for us," 

"I can't ask you to do that,"

"We could, umm, maybe pretend to be dating to make her feel as uncomfortable as she makes you feel," Steven was blushing through the phone. 

"Oh?" 

"Steven means we could come help, he doesn't mean anything else," Marc cut in. I wondered if they could hear how hard my heart was pounding. I'd had a crush on them for awhile, even Jake who tended to stay back. But I didn't think they knew. Maybe they didn't.

"Yeah, maybe that would help," I said. "And maybe we could watch a movie or something?"

"Anything you want, luv," Steven was back. "We'll be there soon, aight?"

"Be safe," I told them. 

"I'll keep them safe, Girasole," Jake's voice surprised me.

"Thank you, Jake," I said softer. He always seemed like an afterthought to the other two, but he wasn't to me. 

Less than an hour later there was a knock at the door. When I went to get it, I heard my roommate laughing like a highschooler over something her boy toy said. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I unlocked the door.

"Who is it?" My roommate called, popping up in her doorway, hair rumpled up and face flush. I didn't care she messed around with her guy, but like, at least close the door? 

"My friend," I said. Marc was fronting now, I could tell by the way he stood with his shoulders back. "This is Marc," I said by way of introduction.

"Hi Marc," she replied, sort of caught off guard.

"Yeah, hi," he was short and I smacked him with the back of my hand for being rude. 

"What?" He asked, flinching away from me.

I scoffed at him and headed for the living room where my TV was. Marc sat down first and patted the spot next to him, inviting me to sit too close. I raised an eyebrow at him but he mouthed, 'trust me,' so I obliged. 

I sank into the couch and right into his arm, stopping with my whole body pressed up against his side. His strong arm closed around me as though to pull me just a little bit closer and I knew my face was red.

It was no secret he was a handsome man, and while we were friends, I never expected him to want more from me. But right now it felt like more and I both loved it and feared it. If I fell too hard, I'd never be able to face my moon boys again.

"Relax, luv," Steven whispered in my ear. "We're not gonna bite you," 

"Not yet at least," Marc added, taking back control. I blushed again and Marc used the arm behind me to touch my ear. I swatted him. 

"You're the worst," I muttered, fumbling with the tv remote. He just chuckled and relaxed next to me as I finally got the TV set up for a movie. My roommate texted me and when I checked it I showed Marc.

Who's the cute boy? I didn't know you were seeing someone???

He chuckled and touched my ear again making me jump. 

I texted her back that he wasn't my boyfriend.

Marc kept turning up the tv until my roommate complained. So I turned it back down. But he did it again. I knew he was doing it to annoy her but it was getting on my nerves too. 

When my roommate went past us to hit the kitchen, Marc was sure to turn and nuzzle the side of my head, whispering something innocent like "I bet she's jealous I'm hotter than her boyfriend," 

I rolled my eyes at him. 

"I mean you are," I whispered back. My roommate gave us the side eye as she went back to her room and I giggled, trying to copy her from earlier. Maybe it was petty. But I was enjoying Marc's attention too much to care.

Things got a little weird when it came time for bed. Roommate’s boy decided to stay over. Marc was supposed to head home but I didn't want him to leave me there with the two love birds. 

We were laying on my bed now, both rested up against the wall with my pillows.

"Think you can just fly me back with you?" I asked. 

"You need to be here for work tomorrow," Marc reminded me. I signed dramatically.

"I hate it when you're right," 

"I know," he was looking at me with something dreamy in his eyes and I had to look away. 

"You should go home and I should go to bed," I finally relented. But Marc had other ideas. 

"Do you trust me?" He asked, mischief in his voice. 

"Not when you say it like that," I told him, skeptical.

"Trust me then," Steven forced his way to the front. "Trust me," his eyes were more wild than Marc's. 

"Jake, you have anything to add?" Steven looked off to the mirror that sat on my nightstand.

"He says to trust him too," Steven said. I narrowed my eyes at him. "What? He did!" 

"Fine, what is it you're scheming?" 

I couldn't tell which one moved their body, but suddenly I was beneath them. My face flamed as he looked down at me, balanced on one hand while the other pushed against the wall. My bed moved with us on it, bumping into the wall each time.

Rhythmically.

"Oh my gods," I sputtered when I realized what the plan had been. "Stop it, she'll be so mad," 

"I don't care," It was Marc then. It must have been his idea. I shimmed down, trying to get myself out from under him as my blood was boiling with feelings I didn't have time to linger on. Plus I'd never be able to lay there again if I stayed much longer, as all I'd be able to think about was how warm he was above me. How strong he looked. How good he smelled…

"Careful how you're moving," Marc said as I tried to wiggle around his hips. He stopped his shenanigans with the wall suddenly as we both realized something at the same time. 

It felt amazing to have him between my legs. 

"Fuck it," Marc said before leaning down to cover my mouth with his. I didn't hesitate to kiss him back. My body knew what I wanted, probably before I did, and she was ready and willing to step up. 

After a moment Marc pulled away with something like fear in his eyes.

"Shit," he said, making to move away. I grabbed him as best I could and held on tight. 

"Don't you dare try to run from me Marc Spector." I told him. "You don't get to kiss me like that and run," he stared at me for a moment before his eyes rolled back and Steven looked down at me.

"I told him he should ask first, he's a bit of a twit, ain't he?" But he looked nervous too.

"Steven?" I asked, blushing as a new realization crossed my mind. "Do you want to kiss me too?" It was more of a clarification than an offer. Even though I would kiss him forever. Kiss Marc forever. Kiss Jake forever too. As long as they wanted me to. 

"Well, yeah," Steven said. "I was the first one to admit I liked you,"

"And you let Marc have the first kiss?" I teased him, my arms coming up around his neck. 

"I mean, we discussed it a bit, but it should be natural, right? Not planned like some…I dunno…movie or something." 

"Steven?" I smiled as I realized what this really meant. My moon boys liked me. The same as I liked them. 

"Yeah?" He adjusted himself over me slightly and I resisted the urge to wrap my legs around him. 

"Can I kiss you?" 

"Umm, yeah, that'd be…" I pulled him down to my lips before he could talk himself in circles. When the kiss broke I smiled at him. 

"What about you, Jake?" I asked. Steven looked surprised.

"He doesn't like coming round," Steven said. But then his eyes squeezed shut and the dark eyes shone a little differently. They were harder than Steven's, darker than Marc's. 

"Girasole," the name sounded like a prayer with how softly he said it. "Forgive us for waiting so long," 

"Kiss me and I'll forgive you," I smiled up at him and he leaned down to slot his mouth over mine. But Jake was also a man of action, and knew he didn't get long with the body unless it was important to him. Especially since technically the body had belonged to Marc and Steven longer. 

Jake hiked one of my legs over his hip and ground the bulge in his pants against my core. I gasped into his mouth, surprised, but it quickly turned into a moan as he did it again. 

He swore in Spanish before kissing me one more time, savoring me, as though he was saying goodbye. 

"We'll leave if you want us to," Marc was back and he seemed angry. I frowned at him, leg still over his hip. I flexed my thigh against him, and used my foot to draw him back against me. "Fuck," he moaned as his head dropped to my neck. He started kissing my throat and I arched back for him, pressing my chest up into his. Marc sat up and adjusted us again so that he could pull his shirt off, but when he leaned down for mine, his eyes rolled, and Steven smiled down at me.

"Hi baby," I smiled back. "Help me get this shirt off,"

"Yeah, of course," his hands were less sure than Marc's, but Steven was more eager. My shirt came off easily and Steven stared at me, laying there in my bra, as though he'd never seen me before.

"What?" I asked, self conscious. 

"You're even more beautiful than we thought you'd be," 

"Have you three been talking about me naked?" I asked, surprised and a little excited by the thought.

"I mean, yeah, especially because whoever is fronting might be thinking about it, then we see it too," 

"That's kinda hot to be honest…especially because I've been thinking about you naked,"

"Yeah?"

"Like a lot,"

Steven’s eyes rolled back.

"Steven talks too much," Marc said, leaning down to kiss me again while his hands made short work of my bra. "Though he's right, you're beautiful," Marc gave me a devilish grin before descending on my breasts. I arched for him as he nipped and sucked on one bud before moving to the next one. When my hand found itself buried in the back of his hair, I couldn't help but pull a bit as he sucked a hickey into the side of my breast. 

"To remember me by," he admired his work before his eyes rolled back and Steven was back. 

"I want to give you one too," Steven said. "If, that's ok?"

"Please just touch me," I chuckled. "And stop fighting over me, you can all have me from here on out. Take turns, whatever," I was breathless and wanting. Steven was more ravenous than Marc had been, taking longer to suck each nipple before marking the opposite with his teeth. His head fell forward for a moment and Jake sat back to pull off my pants.

"Need you," he said when I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "We all do," he added, looking in the mirror. I just nodded, raising my hips so he could slide my pants down. He undid his own pants before losing his composure and bending down to cover my stomach with kisses. I squirmed as he nibbled on my sides, with a small little grin haunting his face. I hadn't seen him look this happy in ages. I ran my fingers through his hair and gave him a little tug and he growled low in his throat. A different response than Marc, but still a sexy one. 

He moved on to my underwear and pulled them down, but couldn't be bothered to move enough to properly remove them, so he just took the band in his teeth and tore them in two. 

"Jake!" I gasped. "You owe me new ones!"

"Sì, sì," he agreed quickly. "Just let me taste you," and really, what else was I supposed to do but spread my legs for him? 

I hadn't been touched in forever and never by someone I liked quite so much, so as soon as his tongue slid through my folds I jerked and whined. Jake just chuckled as he went to work, laving attention on my aching clit until I was soaking wet for him. He moved back enough to examine me but all I could see was wonder and hunger in his eyes. He said something to himself I couldn't catch before he slid one finger into me, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut and hold in the loud whine that threatened to fill the room.

"So tight, mì amore," he mumbled, kissing my thigh as he watched his finger move in and out of me. He added a second digit and my hips bucked.

"That feels….so good," I managed. He grinned and leaned back in to run his tongue over my clit again. "I'm gonna cum," I managed to warn him just before my orgasm tore through me like lightning. 

"Fuck, I wish I'd felt that myself," Marc was back. He noticed his fingers were still soaked and brought them to his mouth to clean. He groaned at the taste as I reached down to pull him up to my face so I could kiss him. I tasted myself on his tongue as he plunged it into my mouth. 

Marc only let my mouth leave his long enough to kick off his pants and boxers. I felt my mouth water at the site of his erection, hard, long, and weeping already. 

"For the record, I didn't agree to letting Jake have your first orgasm," He frowned. I just shook my head at him and kissed him again before moving my mouth along his jaw and up to his ear. 

"Then you should take a different first," I kissed the shell of his ear. "Fuck me, Marc," 

"God I love you," he groaned, moving to line himself up with me. He ran his tip along my sopping folds to coat himself before sinking into me. I moaned into his shoulder as he stretched me out. I had my arms around his neck again, trying to ground myself as the feeling of him threatened to send me off to space. 

"Love you too, now please," I was surprised I had to beg him. He chuckled.

"Needy," was all he said as he began to move his hips. With each snap of his hips, I lost my grip on reality. Soon enough, my moon boys were all I could feel. Were all the existed outside of me. 

I wrapped my legs around him as I came again. 

"You good, luv?" Steven's worried voice brought me back from blissed out down to blissed. 

"I am fantastic," I sighed.

"Good, good," he pulled away and I whined as he left me. 

"No wait, I want you too," I told him.

"Me?" 

"Of course you, you donut," I chuckled as I pulled him back on top of me. "I want you to cum with me this time,"

"Yeah, I can do that," he glanced up at my mirror as though one of the others interjected. 

"No fighting, Steven gets a first too," I told them, still not entirely sure if they could all hear me at once or not. 

"They don't think it's fair," Steven giggled. "I think I deserve something too,"

"You do!" I agreed. "Now make me see stars," I leaned up to kiss him and he returned my attention with an eager passion the others lacked. 

I moaned when Steven finally pushed himself into me. He stilled for a long moment while my oversensitive core pulsed around him. 

"Fuck, Steven, move," I begged. He nodded and drew his hips back, tormentingly slow, before pushing himself back in. A few more slow thrusts and he found a rhythm he could manage and I was just happy to be along for the ride.

"So good, so tight and warm and soft," he muttered away above me. I moaned back how he was perfect, better than all my previous lovers, and so much better than my hand. It didn't take long before he whined that he was going to cum. 

"Go ahead, cum for me," I purred while I soaked up all the attention he was giving me. I was drawing close to another orgasm myself but I really needed him to cum first. 

"Where?" He tried to pull out but my legs trapped him. 

"Cum inside me, it's safe, I can't get pregnant," I told him in a rush.

"Wait, what?" He asked. I hadn't told them I was infertile yet, it hasn't mattered before.

"Doesn't matter, fuck, just, just fuck me, please," I was desperate to cum again, to make Steven cum. It was beginning to look like I wouldn't get a choice in who came first. 

"Yeah, alright," Steven agreed, doubling down in his efforts. He quickly got back to that edge and when he began to tetter, I pulled him in for a kiss. He growled as he came, his hips jerking erratically for a moment before he stilled on top of me. A smaller orgasm ran through me as he tried to catch his breath and he swore as I pulsed around him again.

I ran gentle fingers over his hair until he moved back with a groan. 

I whimpered when he removed himself from me, surprised to find myself feeling sore and empty. 

Steven flopped over into the side of my bed and closed his eyes. I couldn't help but smile as I made to get off the bed and go clean up. 

"Where are you going?" Marc's voice.

"To get cleaned up and some water, need anything?" I asked. 

"I want that ass back here," he grinned. I shook my head at him. They were going to be terrible to be around after this. But I wasn't upset. 

When I returned, it seemed Marc had drifted off to sleep and I slid back into bed with new undies on and his shirt. It was stretched tight across my chest, but if they could ruin my underwear, I could stretch out one shirt.

The only downside to the whole adventure was facing my roommate and her boy toy when Marc and I emerged from my room in search of breakfast the next morning, and I realized that my roommate for sure knew what happened. Though if it had been Marc’s original plan, or the actual sex, who could say.

I wondered then, if she could hear the difference in the way each of my boys had fucked me, but then stopped myself. 

I really didn't need to know.

A few weeks later, when my roommate decided she just had to move in with her boy toy, I wasn’t even mad. My boyfriends had been asking me to move in with them since before we officially started dating, and it was an easy yes, knowing we’d be splitting rent four ways, and, you know, the whole I was in love with them thing.

[Masterlist]

#reader x Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley #moon boys #moon knight x reader #friends to lovers #smut #imtherain #lackofpamcakes

[latenightsimping]

And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God

Summary: The afterlife means many different things, for many different people. Religions, faiths and beliefs all wonder what happens when you pass on. For Eddie, it’s finally going home.

Pairing: Eddie Munson

Word count: 2,080

Warnings: V ANGSTY NEAR CRIED WHEN I WROTE THIS YOU’VE BEEN WARNED, angst to fluff, heavy themes of death, heavy themes of pain and sadness, has a bittersweet ending to it, mentions of bad fathers, themes of bullying, themes of depression, themes of bereavement. just a real bad time all ‘round but it’s good at the same time? idk read at your own risk okay

AN: Had a breakdown, started working on it, bon appetite. I’m fully on the camp of ‘Eddie’s still alive and the Duffer Brothers are being very fucking mean arseholes by making us wait for two years’ but I like to think what Eddie’s version of Heaven is. And I think it would be this. Because for me, it would be seeing my Dad again. Aight I’m gonna start crying again. Anyway, enjoy. Love y’all, make sure to give yourselves aftercare if you need it. Also, before I leave, the inspo for this bit of writing is Placebo’s ‘cover of Running Up that Hill because it makes me sob. 

Eddie always figured that dying would hurt. And he was right.

He could remember sharp teeth tearing into flesh, the sickening sounds of ripping and chewing barely audible over the sound of his screams. It was as if he had been dipped in hellfire; bathed in the flames and forced to stay conscious for it all.

He remembered the tenderness that fuelled Dustin’s careful movements as he was pulled into the young boy’s lap. Looking up and thinking Thank God. Thank God I’m not going to die alone. The small part of him that was still aflame felt guilt. Here he was, after seeing so many horrors, now having to watch someone die in his arms. Dustin was too young for all this. A child in a veteran’s uniform, battle scars where medals should have adorned him. He wanted to say so much to him. Tell him he was proud, and that he was so sorry for bowing out so soon, and there wouldn’t be an encore. But all he could manage to force from his lungs, choking on his own blood, were the most important things that he could think of through the haze.

“I didn't run away this time, right?”

I’m sorry that it had to end this way. But I would do it again, if it meant you were safe. Please, just tell me I did the right thing this time. Tell me that I didn’t die in vain. That Chrissy didn’t die in vain. Please tell me that I did the right thing for once in my life, please.

“You're gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?”

From the moment I first saw you in that Weird Al shirt, I knew I had to protect you from the worst this world had to offer. You were so scared, and I knew that feeling well. I didn’t want you bringing home bloody noses and crying yourself to sleep from the cruel words running through your mind on a loop, just like I did. But you’re going to have to do the same for others, okay? I know you can do it, Dustin. You’re so strong, and so kind. I just hope I helped you, that I did a good job protecting you.

“I think it’s my year, Henderson. I think it’s finally my year.”

For once in my life, I’m not a burnout that sells pot to make ends meet and can’t graduate. I saved people. I’m nothing like my old man, who would have turned tail the second shit went sideways. I did the right thing, for once in my fucking life. I can rest, knowing that. It’ll be okay.

“I love you, man.”

I love you. Thank you for staying with me, so I wasn’t alone in the last moments. That’s all anyone asks for, right? To not leave this world without someone watching over them? Soon, the pain’s gonna stop. After all, to die would be an awfully big adventure, wouldn’t it? I love you, man.

I love you.

The last words on his lips stained with cruor was a declaration of the warmth, care and adoration for one of his best friends. Before he was pulled into the blackness, a numbness, nothingness, seeping into his very soul that couldn’t be explained with the human language. Something that could only be experienced during the last moments of someone’s life. The smoke that rises from the candle of the soul when it’s snuffed out. The black sands of time, the last few grains meeting the bottom of the hourglass. His last words weren’t a complaint, or a curse, or a cry of anguish.

It was love.

It was love, as pure as the bright light that surrounded him, bathing him in a peaceful warmth. It was as if he had blinked, but more instant than that. It was as if he was always in this room. It took him a few seconds to recognise it.

He recognised the pale yellow walls first. He remembered his Mother singing along to Here Comes the Sun as she painted them, covering up the disgusting beige that was underneath it. Dressed in old overalls spattered with paint and a rag as a bandanna to keep her wild brown curls out of her face. Could remember being six years old, watching with curiosity from the covered up couch, and thinking she was the prettiest woman this side of the Wabash river. The way that she looked back and smiled at him, the corners of her eyes crinkling and her giggle sounding like silver bells.

She had dome everything to make this place a home, no matter how little money they had. She’d scrimped and saved for paint, and had traipsed around countless yard sales and flea markets for good furniture. Sure, the couch was a little lumpy, and the coffee table had a deep gouge running down the middle. But that didn’t matter when the home was filled with such earnest warmth and comfort. His old man had left by this time; had walked out in the middle of the night and never came home. And at so young an age, he knew he was truly relieved to see the back of him. Just him and his Mom, in this run down home that still had cracks, but was more than enough.

So what was he doing back here?

Looking down at himself, he could see he was wearing his favourite shirt, one that he had lost long ago. The faded Anthrax shirt that Wayne had bought him for Christmas, now without the tears of being flung around the Hawkins High parking lot during a brawl. Now, it was as pristine and soft as he had remembered. His most comfortable ripped jeans and sneakers, and his prized possessions of the leather jacket and battle vest fitting like a second skin. No blood, no bite wounds, no pain. He felt the best that he had ever felt. He even smelt of his favourite cologne.

The sounds of humming made his head snap towards the source; the kitchen. He knew the humming well. The melodies that had stopped the day she died, and no song had never sounded the same since. He thought he would feel fear, or confusion. But all he could feel was content. Like this was the place he was meant to be all this time, and the living world was only temporary. The confidence of that knowledge fuelled him to take the steps towards the archway, rounding the corner to be met with the figure he wanted to see so badly.

Wayne had always said that Eddie took after his Mom. And that was true. Who could deny the matching halo of curls, and the deep umber eyes? He had his father’s nose, but that was it. Everything else was purely her. And here she was. Harmonising her favourite song as she chopped up vegetables, the pale pink apron that he’d clung to so often as a child still tied around her waist. He took in her profile; the slight upturned nose and slightly parted glossy lips. His heart fluttered like a trapped bird in his ribcage, lips breaking into a grin.

“Mama?”

She turned her head to him, a slight look of confusion on her face for only a second before it became one of joy. The same little crinkle around her eyes that he remembered so vividly as she put down the knife and opened her arms, an offering for an embrace. “Hey baby,” she whispered, voice so soft and gentle that he could cry.

It was near automatic, closing the gap between them and throwing his arms around her. He was taller than her now, no longer having to wrap his arms around her thighs. Now, he practically towered over her, and he could bury his face into the crown of her head. She still smelled the same. Like lavender and roses, a scent that had long faded from his lungs now filling them. He held her so tightly that he was surprised he didn’t crush her, but he couldn’t stop. What if she was going to go again, leave him all on his own like she did ass those years ago? But if she had any complaints, she wasn’t voicing them. Tears welled in his eyes, and he squeezed them shut to stop them from falling. “Mama, I… I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too sweetheart,” she mumbled into his chest, slightly pulling away to look up at him. Her eyes flickered over all his features, a grin spreading across her face as her hands came up to cup his jaw. He leaned into it, savouring the warmth of her palms. “God, I- look at you,” she chuckled, the pad of her thumb coming up to carefully caress the skin just under his eye. “You’ve got so big, huh? Still the same handsome face, though.”

He couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubbled from his chest, too scared to even blink in case she was going to vanish. “It’s been twelve years, Mom. And I missed you. Every single day.”

“I missed you too baby,” she whispered. “But… You’re here so much earlier than I thought. What happened?”

He shook his head, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself. She was still there. This was all real, and she wasn’t a figment of his imagination. He thought reality was the last life, but this… All his senses seemed to work so much better. He could smell the comforting scent of his Mother, could smell his favourite meal – one that he hadn’t had in thirteen years – being cooked on the stove that only she could work just right. He could feel her soft hands on his face, the sensation grounding him. Could see her beautiful features that mirrored his own, looking up at him like he hung the moon. That past life all felt like a horrible nightmare, one that he was just waking up from. One that he didn’t want to tell her about just yet.

He shook his head slowly, a shy smile flitting across his lips as he rubbed his fingers over the small of her back, enjoying the feeling of her soft cotton dress against his skin. “I’ll tell you later.” Later, he figured, could mean any time in the future. And he had the feeling that he would be here for a joyful eternity. “Is this Heaven?”

“I think so,” she nodded, her hand coming up to brush errant hairs away from his face. “And my Heaven just got better, now you’re here with me.”

His chest tightened, and he couldn’t stop the heaving sob as he hugged her again, holding her so close as if he was trying to pull her into himself. Burying his face into her neck, inhaling her perfume as if he would never smell it again for the second time around. It wasn’t sadness, though, that fuelled his cries. It was happiness. Pure, unfiltered joy, that he finally had what he always wanted. What he wished for every single night, especially when the day had been hard.

He had his Mama back.

“Ssh, none of that,” she cooed, a gentle chide as she rubbed his back soothingly. “I’m here, baby. I’m here for you, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

“Pinky swear?” he mumbled, causing the woman to softly laugh. To the two of them, a pinky swear had been stronger than any laws. It meant that the one promising would move mountains, just to make it happen. He hadn’t made a pinky swear for so long. Not ever since it didn’t feel the same, when her delicate little finger encircled his.

“Pinky swear,” she echoed, pressing a kiss to his temple.

If this was Heaven, this was the perfect final act. He had the only person that he truly wanted more than anything in this world, back in the home where he knew love without a price tag. No more bruises and broken bones, or cruel words with such abundance that he could drown in them. No more knowing cold, or hunger, or hardship. No more loss and anguish, no more mourning.

He knew it, deep in his gut. Now he was here, all that negativity would be washed away. It was all worth it, to finally be here.

It was finally worth it to be home.

#cw: death #cw: angst #cw: bereavement #cw: injury #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine

[inhellwithdante]

[I haven't posted on here in ages so here's some post-canon, fluff and angst JeanKasa + Baby 💕🍼]

Jean ran from the car to the front door right as he pulled the handbrake: both from the excitement of finally seeing his family again, but he'd also forgotten his umbrella.

He opened the door, and no "I'M HOMEEEEE" was needed, that Mikasa clinged onto him as soon as he came into her field of view.

No room for words or greetings, before they got tired of kissing, resting their foreheads against their spouse's, and kissing again.

"Fuck, I missed you.."

"That was my line.."

A final kiss, and finally: "Welcome back, honey.."

"I missed you like air, precious. How are you feeling..? Got any headaches while I was away?"

"Mh, barely.. Marco kept me busy enough anyway."

Taking his hat and jacket off, dropping his suitcase next to the hanger, Jean looked around for the crib. He could smell it again, that newborn smell.

"He's right next to the fireplace, it was even colder until about an hour ago. I'll prepare a warm bath for you while you say hi to him, boo.."

"Oh, go sit down a little, Mikasa. You must be exhausted."

"You look more exhausted, Jean. C'mon, let me spoil you too sometimes, or I'll feel even more guilty.."

They really were kiss-deprived, still.

"Alright, you win.. Let me watch him until it's time to make dinner while you rest a bit, okay?"

"After you'll have your very-late-lunch, then that's a deal.."

That sounded the tiniest bit like a threat, but he felt pampered and loved.

"So, who do we have here again..?"

Peeking over the crib, Jean whispered.

"Hey, he's grown a little..!"

Taking measurements of his son with his hands, gently and barely brushing his raven locks while being careful not to wake him up by tickling his toes, Jean watched over the bundle in adoration.

"Here, sweetie: Papa got ya this from his work trip, for your first monthly birthday, you can take the time to enjoy when you wake up, 'aight..?"

Mikasa's eyes got wet before she could even approach the crib and look at the present; Jean hugged her and lightly kissed her head, twice.

They took deep and long breaths looking down at their baby: Mikasa cupped in hers the man's hand that rested on the crib, to feel his warmth.

"Holy, you're so cold Mikasa.. Mind joining me for the bath?"

Resting her hands on his cheek and shoulder, she realised that she was, indeed, very cold.

She was always cold, and married to a human stove; no wonder they became parents within two years from their first date.

"Of course."

She kissed his lips, before she headed for the upstairs to get the bath warm and ready.

While Jean, kept an eye on little Marco as he had his lunch, too.

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Mikasa smiled as she was finally done waiting for her husband to join her on the couch; she was right about to fall asleep, listening to the white noises of the water running down the sink and the wood burning in the fireplace.

"Is it warm enough, honey?"

"Yeah, it's perfect.."

Then, finally, her man joined her: scooping her up in his arms, they curled around each other in the corner of their couch.

Laying her head on his chest, Mikasa took a deep breath: a tear ran down her eye, she couldn't help it.

Jean said nothing, but added one more kiss on her forehead.

"Deep breaths, precious..."

"I'm okay, just... very emotional, still. I think my period's coming back already."

Jean snorted, lightly: "Phew, it's kind of too early for a baby sister, yet..."

"Jean..!"

She almost hissed, playfully.

She wasn't like that before she got comfortable with Jean: he'd driven her to teach herself how to be silly and light as a little girl again.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you on the phone.."

"Mh, what is it?"

Resting her chin on his chest, looking up to stare back into the man's eyes, Mikasa massaged his beard while he ran his fingers down her long hair.

"Marco's been smiling, these past couple of days. I-I almost cried when he first smiled at me.."

"That's so cute, he loves his mama so much..! Why are you sad, beautiful?"

"It's dumb."

"I bet it's not. You can tell me, if you want."

The woman kept silent for a few seconds: she listened to the wood burning in the fireplace, the baby's noises as he still slept, her man's heart beating regularly.

"Such a tiny thing, smiling at me... do I deserve it?"

Jean's heart skipped some beats, under her cheek. "Why do you doubt that, honey?"

"These hands were covered in blood. The same hands that touch our child now."

The man was left speechless for a moment. The silence was broken by baby Marco's cries; Mikasa got up immediately, and Jean followed her.

"What is it, sweetie pie..?" Mikasa kissed her baby, holding him on her chest. The boy stopped crying the second he could smell Mama again.

"Look who's back..! Is that Papa? Is it your Papa?"

"Yeah, buddy, hello..! Have you seen your new toy?"

Jean picked up from the crib the tiny duck plushie he'd bought at the market in Liberio, strolling down a street that hadn't been 'fixed' yet. He couldn't believe he and his wife had been parents for a full month, already: his hands shaked a bit when his son gripped his tiny fists around his finger.

"He's gonna love it, Jean.. Oh, are you hungry..?"

That boy was indeed hungry.

Jean burped him afterwards, and had him lay on his chest for some bonding quality time. Mikasa was so glad she'd found such a sweet and caring man, a present father, a dedicated husband and a best friend for life.

She smiled softly at her boys, not thinking of anything else for once.

Jean noticed: "Are you feeling better, precious?"

He realised he'd made a mistake when he witnessed his wife snapping out of that longed-for peace of mind, back to the real world.

Jean bit his own tongue.

"I'm sorry, Mikasa."

That couldn't possibly be enough, so he added: "We can't erase the past, it'll stay there. And my hands were covered in blood, too. Since we had Marco, I keep thinking of the children I might have made orphans without knowing it."

"What will he think of us, when he finds out?" Mikasa's voice broke in the middle of that sentence.

Jean didn't have an answer to that: he was mortally scared of that, too.

"I... don't know yet. We don't have to tell him, necessarily."

"He'll find out one way or the other. Will we ever stop having night terrors?"

Jean clenched his lips.

He repeated: "I don't know yet."

"Sorry, I'm stressing you out too, now."

She thought that the man needed a kiss on the forehead, so she kissed him.

"It's alright, we can't pretend like we haven't done the things we've done. But we happened to live during very hard times, and we'll raise a smart child that will be able to consider the context once he's grown."

"It just feels unfair to him. I'd feel bad if I found out today, that my late parents had killed people before I was born."

Jean nodded to that, wiping his eyes. It was clear, he didn't really believe in what he'd just said.

"Do I deserve to have children?"

"You do. You're the best mother ever."

"How can you say that?"

"You have had the roughest childhood and adolescence that led you into a very much complicated adulthood, to this day. Still, you're so sweet to this boy and he's your everything, isn't he..?"

"You're part of my 'everything' too, Jean." She couldn't put into words how glad she was, she had someone like Jean in her life.

"I love you." It slipped out of Jean's mouth without him realising it, but he of course meant it.

"I love you too." She thought kisses on the cheek to be special, almost as special as kisses on the lips.

They went on with their day avoiding the matter again, they didn't want to suffer anymore for a few hours.

But as she fed her baby in the middle of the night, to try and soothe him back to sleep when everything else had failed, Mikasa realised what Jean was trying to say, that afternoon.

And she told him, as she closed the door to their bedroom behind her back again. She found her favourite tea to be waiting for her.

"It's too early to get up yet. Let's sleep a couple more hours, then in the morning I'll chop some more wood so it'll be all set for when my mother comes babysitting."

The ravenette suddenly remembered: it was her birthday already, the clock said it was past midnight.

"Happy birthday, Mikasa."

Jean swore to himself he was going to do everything in his power, to make her special day even more special.

#jeankasa #jeanmika #jean kirschtien #mikasa ackerman #attack on titan #post canon #aot fanfiction #aot headcanons #fluff #angst #jeankasa baby

[pianostarinwonderland]

wow this event escalated quickly

Am I late in giving my thoughts? Oh definitely. Am I gonna still say them? Aw hell yeah, there's so much to say here man + I have Thoughts now on Rollo backstory

anyway spoilers spoilers for part 3 of Glorious Masquerade, this will be split to two parts

when things were still aight

Love that they're still able to squeeze in a bunch of references here. Like, they made a reference to the man in stilts. It's such a small small thing in comparison to the other references, but they still added it. It adds to the festivities though but like wowowow they really went off with the Hunchback of Notre Dame references

THE. TIGHTROPE. WALKER.

I'M GONNA SHIT MY PANTS BECAUSE WHY IS IT THAT THE ONES WATCHING THE TIGHTROPE WALKER ARE GRIM AND AZUL???????

ok you may be wondering why the fuck that's the thing that's making me go insane. Like, it's just Azul watching a tightrope walker doing their thing,,, and getting nervous as he watches them ,, and just being enthralled by it

BUT . SEE I WROTE THIS FIC 🧍I WROTE A WHOLE ASS METAPHOR OF AZUL AND A TIGHTROPE WALKER LIKE ?????????????????? DISNEY TWISTED WONDERLAND NOT READING MY MIND CHALLENGE FAILED ??????? WTF TWST WTF

in all seriousness, Azul reacting to the tightrope walker was. so. cute. 😭 The way that he was so nervous for them, the way he was like "it's a show, they'd have something to keep their performers safe" but would still feel nervous LIKE!!!! IT WAS SO CUTE THAT HE WAS THAT WORRIED PLS AND GRIM WAS ALSO SO WORRIED IT WAS CUTE and then when Deuce was like wow the ones who are watching this are Grim and Azul then he smiles and goes wow that's a rare sight LIKE LIKE DSKFNGSDNKGFLSNDKLGNSDKLNGLNKLNG MY FAVOIRTE KIBBY AND MY LOML TOGETHER WATCHING A TIGHTROPE WALKER,,,,,,, my heart , ,, ,

anyway, I really love that they went with topsy turvy as the name of the festival!!!! Like, it's so cute, it's so Disney, and I really hope Twst EN does not change this when they bring the event over to the EN version. I also super super love that the dancers get to use magic tambourines though! I love that they not only fit in the idea of masquerades being the place where the rich and poor gather and no one cares about hierarchies and such but that they also add in that non mages can experience having magic for even just a few hours 🥺 that's honestly so beautiful

Rollo being all sniff sniff over that though hmph

NOW THE INFAMOUS SEBEK WANTING TO SIT WITH MALLEUS MOMENT

like pls PLEASE THIS WAS SO FUNNY HE REALLY WAS TRYING SO HARD TO BE WITH MALLEUS EVERYONE WAS LIKE THERE'S NO SPACE BUT HE'S LIKE GTFO GRIM TO THE POINT HE'D DO ROCK PAPER SCISSORS

GUYS IMAGINE . ROCK PAPER SCISSORS WITH A TANUKI AND YOU FUCKING LOSE. I CAN'T

Azul going "you were deciding with a luck based game you should have prepared better" man this guy nskfkdnlskdskdngkg

I think I fucking lost it though when Rollo's like hi can I sit here too and the others were more accommodating about it

ESPECIALLY AZUL. I FUCKING LOST IT WHEN HE WAS LIKE 'oh of course you can sit here~! Grim can sit on Yuu's lap' LIKE HE WAS MOSTLY QUIET WHEN SEBEK WANTED TO SIT IN THEIR TABLE BUT WAS SO OPENLY WELCOMING TO ROLLO

guys pls it gives me life whenever I see people really try to be polite when someone they dislike tries sitting in their table but would be so welcoming to someone they like to the point they'd willingly live with the cramped space just for them to sit beside them

AND THEN MCFUCKING SEBEK WAS LIKE ?!!??!?!?!?!?! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT THE LAP WAS AN OPTION AZUL SENPAI AND IDIA. IDIA SHROUD.

"because you're loud and we don't want you" I think we should have another Twitter poll on who burns the hottest in Twisted Wonderland and Idia Shroud should win that on the sole basis that that statement was a literal burn

this fucking exchange sent me though

Sebek) OK ANYONE OTHER THAN MALLEUS SAMA CAN I SIT ON YOUR LAP Azul) do you know how big you are Sebek) ok then..... AZUL SIT ON MY LAP

not to be possessive but excuse me Sebek, Azul's lap is MY spot and Azul's only choices for a seat are the bench or MY LAP 😤 know your place smh

(this is a good time to remind everyone that I'm very very aight with sharing oshi/bias and I love seeing people share their love for Azul and fangirling with me)

anyway thank you Malleus for finally speaking up and telling Sebek that he was causing trouble because funny as it was, I would have actually been pissed off if I was in that situation. Poor Bekbek though, sent off to the other table. But hey, he had his equestrian buddies with him 🥹 not all was lost !!

Here's a part that actually got me thinking hard! When the show starts and the Fool narrates the tale of the Righteous Judge and the Kind Bellringer, it's done in the same way Clopin does it in the beginning of the movie. Except that in the movie, Clopin tells the children of how wicked Claude Frollo was. But here in Twst, the story has been twisted to show that not only was Quasimodo (the bellringer) kind but that Frollo was also a righteous judge whom everyone respected. And when there was a calamity in the town, it was the combined efforts of Frollo and Quasimodo that saved it. What's more is that nobody knows the exact calamity, just that it was crimson.

We already know that history seems to have been twisted, but understand that up till this point, the way we heard the history of Twisted Wonderland is through a 21st century group of students learning from the books and internet. Of course they're going to read what has been preserved.

But that show sharing the story, it was clearly an age old tradition that started since, or even before, the time of the movie. True, we can't be sure that the events of the Disney movies had happened in Twisted Wonderland. Yuu's dreams remain dreams until now with no clear meaning of whether they're dreaming about the true past or if they're even dreaming about an alternate universe where the Disney we know of occurred. Still, there may be truth to Yuu's dreams, so by that logic, you would think that those stories would be preserved and passed down. But no, they were twisted, to the point that nobody knows the calamity that struck the town. Rollo and Trein even bring it up, there's no literature that specifies exactly what happened, just that the streets were dyed crimson. That's the first time that the story has somewhat addressed the issue with their history. And that makes me fear a bit on what's going to come in chapter 7, when we'll be dealing with Lilia who has lived for so long.

On that note, I find it funny that the first conclusion the boys come up with for the "streets were dyed with crimson" part was that there was a fire. Like, y'all wouldn't think there was a war or some other conflict first?? 🤡 I mean, I get it's for the plot to flow but still, that's an interesting first interpretation lmaoo

OK LET'S TALK ABOUT THE DANCE OK .

congrats to Azujami stans for getting your ship to dance congrats Sebek for getting to dance with wakasama congrats to Nobunaga Shimazaki for getting your character to dance with your biggest fav

and congrats to me because I finally get to see Azul dancing and based on the story afterwards not commenting on everyone's dancing .. he can dance. He can dance. He can dance. I can actually live out my dreams of having a waltz with him. He can dance. I can dance. We can dance together.

@ Jamil and Ruggie how does it feel to be God's chosen ones

OK BUT WE CANNOT GO WITHOUT MENTIONING GRIM SPINNING AT THE END WE SIMPLY CAN'T. RHYTHMIC SINGLEHANDEDLY BECAME THE BEST RHYTHMIC IN THE GAME BECAUSE OF SPINNING GRIM. God I love this kitty, he is so cute keep doing what you're doing my love

and then boom fireworks of course Grim's the one who starts it. I found it so cute that NRC boys were like 'we can't lose to other schools! we gotta show them that we're the best!" and it's just setting off fireworks for the people. It is so cute. I love these teenagers;;;;

part 1.5: when things slowly start going to shit

ngl had to do a 1.5 because Tumblr has a 4096 character limit per block (like all those bullet points are one whole block of text technically)

so anyway, first i just want to say I really love how the Fool was like "hey this is a once a year festival let's dance some more" when people were like hoh fireworks??? Like, they managed to slide in one more reference to the movie, I really love these writers I swear

Now we really see things slowly going to shit. This episode, we do see Rollo being more disgusted with the festival, from the idea of rich and poor mingling together to mages in general.

Here's where it gets interesting though. As the students were setting off fireworks, Malleus approaches Rollo and tells him to join the festivities. Rollo then tells him that he and the students of NRC are strong mages. They shouldn't wield that power so carelessly, or at the very least, use it to entertain the townsfolk. Malleus' response is that he has a strong power, and it's up to him whether he wants to give it to people he likes.

I find their words very interesting. Let's start with Malleus: he views his power as something to be shared to others. It's a mirror to the three fairies who gave gifts to Aurora. This part alone really added a lot of depth to him because up till now, Malleus has an arrogant view of himself and his power. It's not entirely his fault, of course, he was raised with such high expectations and has seen how well he performs in comparison to everyone else. But that sentence, we know that Malleus is aware of his power. But the way he says that like it's a gift that he can choose to give to others. At that moment, it's pride but not arrogance. It's a pride over being able to do this and knowing that you can give something to other people with something that you have. I like that. I really like that.

Onto Rollo: what he says here is really interesting and I'll actually refer to this part later on in the post.

If you recall chapter 2, when Crowley explains the concept of overblot to us, Ace mentions that his grandma would always lecture him to not use his magic so carelessly and that it was due to overblot. See the connection between that and what Rollo said to Malleus? I'll leave this here.

Now Rollo asks us how we feel about being surrounded by mages every day. I think it's really interesting honestly that we get to be asked this the first time. And Yuu says that they either find it fun or that they're used to it. And the way that this puts off Rollo... ah yes, we love to see the face of one who will turn things to shit :33

I mean come on, if you've been playing Twst for a while, you should know by now what episode 3 in events like these is supposed to be: the part where things turn to s h i t

part 2: ah shit shit hit the fan

ah yes, my favorite crime: arson

so ngl this ep really sealed this event as my favorite event of all time but before we explain that, let's get to what's happening in the story

so the students get back to the school, and then they hear the bell ring four times. Very interesting, totally not sus at all

and THEN suddenly a bunch of crimson flowers grow and students start going down. Everyone's like shit fuck what the fuck

the way that they even affected Malleus,, like bruh thank God his guards were with him. That part was pretty eye opening for me actually. I always found it odd that Silver and Sebek were so protective of Malleus when he's so strong that he can defend himself. But that moment, he was stuck, and he could break out because of the two of them.

can I just say those battles had the weirdest opponents ever. Like . I commend them for inserting all the movie references but I think they overdid it with the cloaked men with flowers for heads. Like . help what is THAT .

when wehn Chenya and Neige saved Riddle & Deuce and Rook & Epel 😭 especially Chenya honestly. He saved Riddle because Riddle is his friend. Take note that Riddle was shielding Deuce but Chenya's the one taking the hit for Riddle. This guy,,,, he really cares about Riddle, it is So cute

ALSO THE ANGY CHENYA SPRITE IS HOT OK, I FUCKING LOVE IT

I love the Neige memes that came out of this event honestly. I need to abuse them KDSNFKSFDJSKGDSG

absolutely love how by some miracle (aka plot convenience), all of NRC is still standing. good thing we're here because that plant nearly killed us but turns out being magicless is a gift for once

New piece of lore! The flowers that sprouted all of a sudden are actually extinct flowers that have the ability to absorb one's magic. They are capable of absorbing all their magic to the point someone is left magicless. People have started speculating them to be based on the flowers in Maleficent 2, which were used to kill fae. It's quite terrifying, those little flowers.

So anyway we find out Rollo's the baddie behind this. Everyone's obviously fucking pissed the moment he walks in

And here's an obligatory Azul lovemail from me because hey,, come on. Everyone's pissed at him. But somehow, Azul still has the calmness to go "oh my oh my that sounds like something a bad guy would say" like bruh,,, how can you still be so FUNNY during these trying times

AND THEN WE GET A GOOD LOOK AT ROLLO'S FRENZIED FACES 😳 I think that Twst live2D artists should calm down with the feral faces they are making them too hot

anyway here's where he says that he wants to rid Twisted Wonderland of all its mages. And like hey look at him, he actually has the means to do Just that and that's actually terrifying

bruh Silver and Sebek were actually ready to throw hands at him. they were gonna use their bare fists. pls let Sebek's groovy be him punching Rollo that would be fun

ah shit trapdoor ah shit we're falling down OH HEY MALLEUS IS SAVING US man that was actually really sweet of him 🥺 I'm not a Malleus stan but even I felt touched and a bit excited seeing that part. He really rushed to our aid <3 Malleus stans won so hard

So anyway everyone's safe, Trein saves everyone with his magic go Trein we stan best prof

NOT AZUL BEING SO HAUGHTY KSFHKSDHFJKSDKGBJKSD he's like aww thank you Trein for saving us but I was also prepared to save myself too

idia being like is now the time?????? God this duo is gonna end me one day

but honestly I can relate to that haughtiness it hurts

so anyway weeding time

if you can't magic the flowers away, gotta do it the old fashioned way

Love how Ruggie and Epel are like PUT YOUR BACKS INTO IT DO IT FASTER

that crack though,,, poor Trein, may your hip rest in pieces

sadly, there's too many flowers and they can't all weed them out so Ruggie and Idia just go "uhh every man for himself then?"

CUE TREIN CRYING LNSGNKSFDNLSDLNLSDG "where did I go wrong in my teachings huhuhu RSA protected you and this is how you repay them huhuhuhu" HE ACTUALLY CRIED HE HAD TEARS IN HIS SPRITE,,,,,,

and of course. of COURSE Azul goes "oh of course we'll help, this is the perfect opportunity to get mages into our debt" like ,, ,like how can you be so ONE TRACK MINDED ???? literally the world is on fire and Azul will still think about putting people in debt. Riddle is like smh but he's like somehow seeing Azul being Azul calms me down

ah I love Azul, of course he's the first one to figure out that the flowers were Rollo's plan since the very beginning and that the symposium was all a way to bring mages to one place and wipe them out. you and your scheming-ness actually helps out from time to time

But then Idia solves the big mystery: it was to lure Malleus. Damn, these two I swear

and . oh no. oh no Malleus please don't please don't go cra—

"ROLLO FLAMM I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU" boom crackle lightning ahhhh shit there he goes

ok but the mUSIC IN THIS PART 😭 WHEN SEBEK AND SILVER WERE SAYING THAT MALLEUS WAS SO EXCITED TO HAVE BEEN INVITED TO SOMETHING THAT HE RESEARCHED ON THE CITY OF FLOWERS AND HAD THE DATE CIRCLED ON HIS CALENDAR. THE MUSIC WASN'T EVEN SAD OR SERIOUS, IT WAS THE FUCKING TWST EDITION CLOWN MUSIC THAT PLAYED

AND JAMIL GOING THAT'S IT?????? THAT'S THE REASON???????

Jamll I'll have you know that yes being invited for once in your life only to be lured to a trap meant to take you down is a very valid reason to feel upset like come on I feel sorry for the dude he's been wazowski'd at least three times by Disney pls have some sympathy

so Malleus' magic actually causes some flowers to wither and Epel being the local farm boy notices that they were overnourished by the magic

and then of course Azul and Idia figure out what to do. Of course it's the two of them.

so the bell of salvation rings four times to give the town magic and shit like that. so what happens if it's rung a few more times than that? Magic overnourishment wheeeeeeee

I genuinely hope there's no such thing as humans getting overnourished by magic because imagine there's a suddenly long line to the hospital just because people got sick from magic overload this is gonna go to Crowley wheeze

TREIN THOUGH BEING WORRIED FOR HIS STUDENTS HUHUHUHU AND HE EVEN REFERRED BACK TO THE STORY OF THE BELL RINGER AND THE RIGHTEOUS JUDGE

because the righteous judge was the one who told the bell ringer what to do to save the town. So you know, Trein in all his cracked hip glory would want that he's the one who rings the bell while the students stayed behind. But if the righteous judge trusted the bellringer whom he saw as his son, then Trein will trust his students

slay what a great prof you are Trein I hope more profs turn out to be like you

.. but he's still gonna make himself bait . and Yuu and Grim will be with him of course

and anyway yay time for NRC to do their badass thing

final thoughts

Okay so why did this episode make this event my all-time favorite? See, up till now, all the Twst events have been really light with not much real danger that happens. Halloween 2 honestly was the event that made me so so hopeful that there was actually going to be something that happens. But then it only resulted in a prank??? Do you know how disappointed I was with that ending??? 😭 I wanted something thrilling and we didn't get that.

But here we have something ruthless, something actually dangerous. We saw Malleus needing help from his guards, we saw Chenya and Neige go down. Those were extinct flowers that pose a real threat to them as mages. This event was not afraid to be like this even when we know that there is going to be a happy ending after all this is said and done. I'm just so happy that we got such important pieces of lore that I have always wanted ever since 2020.

no like come on, I have this post that I wrote on November 19, 2020, and I say, word per word:

There is another unique magic that I thought of, but it’s for a potential new character.

It’s a bit similar to Riddle’s, except it has a more permanent effect... the unique ability to take away one’s magic. Think Amon from the Legend of Korra, and yeah that’s really the idea. I’d love to see a truly villainous character with that unique magic, and they target NRC for evil reasons. Crowley would be alarmed, and the students themselves would be on guard.

.. ok it's not a unique magic that Rollo is using, but he IS a skilled mage. AND ASIDE FROM THAT, WE LITERALLY GOT THIS ... pls you have no idea how happy this makes me.

Onto my next thoughts, I have two prevailing thoughts over this event. First about Azul (of course lol) and the other being about Rollo.

So on Azul, generally I'm so happy to see him joking around more often. Either he's opening up more or he's always been this funny and we just get more opportunities to see this side of him. 🥺 But I want to draw your attention to not just his humor but his mental fortitude.

Azul's sass comment towards Rollo and his whole "we can get people in our debt!" were hilarious, but it speaks of something deeper about him. In chapter 6, Idia does mention Azul's mental fortitude, but we really see it here. Everyone's tense, everyone's stressed, some of them considered giving up. Azul is angry, he's stressed about this situation too. But he's still being . himself. Like, he's still scheming to get people in his debt. He's still able to throw in one haughty or sassy one liner. And he was still able to think during all this. He was still able to figure out Rollo's plan along with Idia, he was still able to figure out that they could all go to the bell tower and ring the bell 248230923048082353 times until all the flowers die. Sure, maybe it's his coping mechanism. But still, he's not letting the stress get the better of him. Azul is still .. being Azul, even in the face of a disaster. And that's such a huge source of comfort too especially when you're in the situation yourself.

Now onto Rollo. So you really can see his discrimination and hatred against magicians mirrors Frollo's hatred for the Romani people. If you remember what I mentioned about what he says to Malleus, good because that part is important for this.

I believe that Rollo's hatred is heavily influenced by indoctrination from when he was young. It's very possible that he discovered he had magic pretty late, so it may have been in his formative years where he was indoctrinated to believe that mages are evil. It's likely in the kind of institution he initially was. Probably some really really conservative Catholic school that taught that witchcraft was the devil's work.

However, I think that that hatred was further solidified by overblot. It makes sense, no? Overblot in a sense is a manifestation of one's most corrupted self. It's a combination of overuse of magic and one's negative emotions. And it's one thing to just know the existence of overblot. It's another to witness it yourself (or even... experience it yourself...).

Consider: Claude Frollo from the book is an orphan. His parents are dead. What if his parents were taken because of overblot? OG Claude Frollo also has a younger brother. What if that younger brother was affected too? It could also be that the parents themselves overblotted, or there was a monster that rampaged over his home. Or perhaps... he himself overblotted... and he hated himself so much that he spills it over to the rest of humanity.

In any case, I can't wait to see if they'll reveal Rollo's backstory. Would love to see an overblot too honestly wwww but it is an event story. The chances of seeing an overblot are not that high.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this long long LONG ramble. I'm really really excited for next Monday uuuuu

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst jp #twst spoilers

[immasock]

Remember the last request I made abt Affectionate!teen MC sleeps or naps with the bros? Yeah the bros spooning them or just getting hugged because it's so comfy or when it's nap time they'll just go to the certain brother's room and sleep there ,huhu I want a hug now (╥﹏╥)

You and me both bestie- Id love a hug from mammon. Or maybe beel. I feel like Beel would be great at giving hugs

The bros with an affectionate Teen!MC at nap time

Aight so its the middle of the afternoon. RAD has ended for the day and everyone is exhausted. Especially MC. So that means it’s nap time. And what better way to nap than to do it with your favorite unofficial older brother

Lucifer:

Lucifer is in his room

For once

Weird right?

Usually the old man’s hard at work in his study

But no

This time he’s in his room

Cause old men need sleep too

Anyways

MC walks into his room like they own the place

Cause let’s be real, what’s he gonna do?

He has the biggest soft spot for them

Realistically they could probably get away with murder around him

Not the point

So

They walk into his room to see him in his bed, asleep

“Perfect”

He’s a very light sleeper

He has to be with all the shit his brothers do on the daily

So he notices almost right away when MC crawls into bed with him and curls up next to him

It takes him a moment to realize that it’s them and not one of his brothers

When he does he just holds his arm open for them

Which they gladly accept

He falls asleep spooning them. And honestly? The best sleep he’s gotten in years

Mammon:

I fully believe that mammon cannot sleep if he’s not cuddling with someone or at the very least holding a pillow like he is

Which MC knows so they usually spend their nap times in his room with him

It’s mutually beneficial

They get to be all comfy cozy with their favorite unofficial older brother and he doesn’t have to cuddle his pillow

It’s great

MC goes into his room when it’s nap time and just yanks the pillow he’s snuggling with away from him

A little rude but he doesn’t complain

Mainly because he knows that it’s just MC and they’ve come to cuddle

He mutters a bit as he holds open his blanket

MC crawls in bed next to him and they fall asleep not too long after

Leviathan:

Now Levi sleeps in a bathtub

Like

Canonically

Which is great for him when he’s by himself

But to cuddle with a whole other person?

Not gonna work

So when MC wants reptilian cuddles they have to find another way

They go into his room and kinda just stand at his tub until he wakes up

He is also a light sleeper so this doesn’t take that long

After he’s done freaking out he asks them what they want

“I wanna snuggle. I’m tired”

“…. I don’t think we can do that in my bathtub MC”

“Yeah so get up and come to my room”

He really doesn’t want to get up

He hasn’t slept in a few days cause of some new event and he’s exhausted

But they give him those damn puppy dog eyes and he can’t help but sigh as he gets up and follows them to their room to snuggle

Satan:

Satan would be the best nap time buddy

You might think it’s Belphie

And you would be mostly right

Man’s can use magic to knock you out almost instantly

It’s great

And he’s super comfy

But satan

There’s just something about him reading you to sleep with that comforting voice of his that just can’t be beat

So MC heads into his room, grabs a book, and crawls into bed with him

He’s a heavier sleeper then some of his older brothers so MC has to tap him until he wakes up

They would shake him but you do not want to shake wrath incarnate awake

Anyways, so he wakes up and he’s about to go off on whoever the hell had the balls to wake him up

And then he sees it’s just MC

And they’re holding one of his favorite books

What a nice surprise

“If you wanted me to read to you, you could have just asked. This is wonderful choice though, I must say”

MC curls up with their head on his lap as he reads to them

It doesn’t take very long for them to fall asleep

Asmodeus:

Alright so asmo is also very affectionate

So much so that I fully believe that him and MC take turns breaking into the others room to cuddle during nap time

MC will be feeling kinda lazy or just more tired than normal

So they just sit up in their bed, waiting for asmo to come in to come cuddle with them

And vice versa

Asmo is also an amazing snuggle

He’s super soft and he always smells like strawberries and vanilla

It’s an odd combination but it’s kinda comforting

Plus he knows all the school gossip so if they can’t sleep?

He’ll just tell them about whatever is going on at RAD and they’re asleep pretty soon

Beelzebub:

I know I said that Satan and Belphie are the best nap partners but I want nothing more than to take a nap with this man

He would be SO comfortable to sleep on

He’s legit just like a giant teddy bear

He’s another one that will break into MCs room to cuddle

He doesn’t do it very often

He only does it when Belphie isn’t there and he has a nightmare

Usually, if they want to cuddle him, they have to be the one to go to him

But it’s worth it

They go into his room, where Belphie surprisingly is not

He’s a light sleeper too

His twin got the good sleep and he got the good appetite

So anyways, they just crawl into his bed and under the covers with him, curling up next to him until he notices them

Once he does tho

They climb on top of him and lay down across his torso

He’s used to it so he doesn’t mind

He just puts a hand on their back so they don’t fall while they sleep

Belphegor:

As previously stated, man’s is a very heavy sleeper

He’s a great cuddle buddy tho

Like he will try to force MC to cuddle and nap with him literally anywhere just cause he likes to cuddle

Sometimes they’ll oblige

But only if they don’t have to do anything important

So when it’s time for a nap and MC wants to cuddle they’ll end up going on a demon hunt

When they do eventually find him they curl up next to him and cover both of them with the blanket they brought

They fall asleep pretty quickly

If Belphie wakes up before them, he will sometimes go back to sleep and into their dreams

Or sometimes he will change their dreams just to mess with them

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me mc #obey me teen mc

[feekins]

aight, forget what I said last chapter - THIS is where shit's kickin' off! we're getting into the first major fight in the manga that left a lasting impression on me...prolly bc I was like...14-15yo at the time...BUT ANYWAY!!!!! here are my thoughts and things and translation weirdness I find as I re-read ch 6 of Trigun Maximum vol 2!

(NOTE: I'm reading the Dark Horse [physical] and the Overhaul [online] translations side-by-side)

(ANOTHER NOTE: if you saw an incomplete version of this post lol no u didn't)

(Dark Horse on top, Overhaul on bottom)

only one big context-changing translation discrepancy here, but. yeah. it's a big one. for some reason, on my first read-through way back when the Dark Horse translation came out, I thought this was Wolfwood getting the shit beat out of him?

anyway. other than that, the translations are similar enough, but the comparison is interesting to see =u=

and that fever bit ALWAYS threw me off. the Overhaul makes it make sense.

and y? u keep?? taking out??? entire panels???? of text, Dark Horse?????

this shot. the scenery. SO different from anything we've seen up to this point...

...and I LOVE what a lil shit Vash is when Wolfwood asks where that thing's taking them to 🤣

...I'd forgotten this detail, trimax and tristamp having this in common. I think the reason I didn't connect the two before was bc of Dark Horse's wording. 😕

and Wolfwood's whole speech that comes next, going back over how he has no choice but to kill ppl...unlike Vash, who keeps 'pushing the limits' as Wolfwood puts it...then, he ends it with this kicker (in both translations): "I'm only human, after all."

it's hit me this read-through - this isn't commentary on the human condition or whatever. this is Wolfwood realizing just how very not-human Vash is on a fundamental level. it's like...Vash seems more and more uncanny to Wolfwood, and it's unsettling to him. Wolfwood's having to come to grips with that. I mean, obviously, it's not like he can just run away from Vash like anyone else would...

...and I think Vash knows all that.

and now, I understand this scene (it completely flew over my head before).

also, like...you have to wonder what's going through Vash's head in all this. here's this guy he rly clicks with, and he's so persistent in having this conversation, but...how many times has Vash lost friends to their discomfort with how fundamentally different he is from other ppl?

more context-altering shit here. if not for the Overhaul, I never would've known that (at least in trimax) plants, like flora, require sunlight to do what they do.

...and then this just kills me. what with all the danger surrounding him, the threat to the people and the place he loves...

...the relief of seeing it all seemingly untouched, unchanged, safe...

...and the realization that it very fucking much is not.

shit, man 🥺

#trigunbookclub #text postan 2k23

[chelsea-xxx2003]

Chapter 6

(Part 6)

**The present**

Aaron POV

I recall on the memories of me and Maya from the old picture I have. The conversation I had with Miles has me really thinking about her. I really do wonder where she is now and what she could be up to. Since I have no job to do I had ordered a pizza and decided to be lazy for the night but then my phone starts buzzing. To my shock it's Jeff. I leave it and silence it. Minutes later my pizza finally arrives. I pay the delivery man and slump on the couch. My phone rings again. Him again. I sigh and pick up.

"What?"

"I called 5 times."

"And I watched ring 5 times."

"Why are you like this?"

"Cuz I'm your lil bro. Why'd you call?"

It's been a while since the two of us had talked. The last time wasn't so good either. It was about Miles being around me because I'm a bad influence to him because Jeff knows what I do.

"Rio wants you to come over on Christmas. We're gonna have a party and people are gonna be there."

"What your cop friends or sum?"

"No, family Aaron. Just be there man. Rio's been nagging me. Don't say I said that."

"Aight fine. Can't make promises tho."

Then the line cuts. Tsk. Man, this sucks. Maya would've dragged me without a doubt. Damn you Maya, why can't you just leave my head. I just miss her.

**Christmas Day**

I stand outside their apartment complex.

"UNCLE AARON, HEY"

Miles shouts from his bedroom window. I nod at him. Such a funny kid. I walk in and walk to their apartment. The door was already open with kids running in and out the place. I let myself in.

"Aaron hi, glad you could make it."

"Uh yeah, thanks for the invite Rio."

Miles almost tackles me to the ground from the side.

"Aye wassup lil man."

"Im 11 I ain't little no more but I'm good."

"All the guys are on the roof preparing the BBQ."

I walk up the stairs with Miles behind me. I open the door and there are more kids and grown adults. Downstairs was were the females were. Cooking and gossiping. The men on the roof talking, things that we talk about I guess.

"You actually came."

Jeff. I turn around and hook my arm around his neck.

"Well I can't miss a special Christmas invitation from my big bro."

Despite the distance between us, I will always love annoying the hell out of him. He shrugs his shoulder to remove my arm from him. He walks ahead with a bag of charcoal to bbq stand.

"Who's dumb idea was is to have a bbq in winter, in New York?" I ask so loosely.

"It was mine." Jeff so kindly replies;

"I figured that much."

I help out on what needs to be done, against my will. Honestly I didn't want to be here but Rio doesn't take no for an answer.

"You talked to Maya?"

I freeze for a moment and look up and shrug my shoulders.

"She calls me and Rio ya know. She's always asking about you."

I hesitate to ask but ask anyway.

"What did she say?"

"Maybe if you picked the phone you would know."

Here we go. Unwanted advice from my big bro. I roll my eyes and sigh.

"You know I can't do that."

He gives me a look and shakes his head.

"Maya is a good person, a great person even. Don't tell me you're gonna throw it away because of what you do. I know you didn't ask but I suggest you quit working for that man before something bad happens."

He's right, I can't lie, but the thing is I'm in too deep. I can't quit now because there are people who want me dead and out their way but I can't tell anyone that, not even Jeff. Being in contact with Maya would probably put her in danger. Having Jeff and his family close is a risk itself.

Jeff stopped the life of crime when we were younger, after mom passed and after we both spent a night in jail for robbery. I started hanging around with the wrong people that got me connected to Wilson Fisk. And now, I can't go back.

Maybe if I had continued that business me and Jeff had I wouldn't be in a predicament.

The party started and the music was flowing. Children of different ages playing and running around without a care in the world.

Maya had always talked about families. She used to have immense baby fever when she moved in with me. She would stare at every kid she would come across. She loved Miles like he was her own. She brought up the conversation of kids and I panicked. It was a not so good conversation. It ended in slamming doors, sleeping in the other room and tears.

How can I explain to her that bringing a child would be dangerous because of my job. That's a route I didn't want to go down. What if she would leave me for good. Even after all that she respected my decision. I honesty don't deserve her.

"Hola everybody, thanks for coming. Isn't it nice to have family for the holidays. I have a Christmas gift for everyone today. You're gonna love it."

This got everyones attention. What could she possibly have that everyone would love. Money? Nahhh.

She walks down the fire escape and small conversations emerge again. She came back as fast as she left. Everyone is now confused because she comes back empty handed.

"Well where is the present?" someone asked.

Then everyone notices another figure behind her. Then the world stops completely. Ain't no way.

"MAYA!" Everyone is rushing over to her and greeting her. She knows everyone here. No surprise. She's so likeable and approachable. Everyone loves her, well including me.

The atmosphere is filled with excitement as people are still talking to her. She lights up the room, well air with her smile. Her dimples haven't faded at all. I'm stood so still like a literal statue. Until I feel someone nudge me back to earth.

Miles.

"Huh?"

"I said go talk to her."

She's talking to people as she walks over. She's talks to someone and makes a brief glance at me with a smile. I'm not ready. I try to make an escape by turning around to get a drink or something but Rio is in the way. Giving me a look. A look with her arms crossed and shaking her head.

"What?"

Without a word she turns me back around and shoves me forward and into 'lo and behold' into Maya. She seems surprised to bump into me but I catch her out of instinct. She looks up and I look down. I'm so speechless I look like a fool.

"Uhh hey."

She attempts to hold a laugh but completely fails. She has me acting like a fool.

"Hi Aaron, how have you been?"

"I..ummm."

"Come on man don't stuttering on her now lil bro." Jeff mocks him.

"I'm doing good."

#aaron davis x oc #into the spider verse #miles morales #spider verse #spiderman #uncle aaron #Aaron Davis #aaron davis x reader

[silentwillowwhisperer]

Memories

Please note: I'm calling Keith's dad Texas. It's nickname given to him by his fellow firefighters.

Warning! There is the death of a character written here. I described how they died. There is nothing graphic, if it could trigger you, THEN DON'T READ.

I kinda forgot to continue using the Texan accent, so there's only the first line that uses it.

-------------------------------------------

"Keith. Keith! Wake up, bud. I have somethin' to show you. 'aight let's go."

Keith groggily followed his dad out the door of their small ranch home. Keith had always loved their house. Like his dad, he valued solitude.

Texas hoisted his son onto his shoulders easily. Keith had always been on the smaller side. He once told Keith that he had his mother's fire in him. His emotions were bigger than him.

They both clambered onto the roof together. "Now lay back," Texas ordered.

"But what if I fall?"

"Then I'll always be here to catch you. I know I'm getting old, but your old man will always have enough strength left in him to hold you up. Never forget that.

They waited in comfortable silence, When Keith closed his eyes, he could hear the few bugs strong enough to survive out here chirping in the background. Right as he was about to drift off, he heard his dad's soft whisper.

"Look up."

Keith looked once and never wanted to take his eyes away again. He saw light streaking across the sky like glowing raindrops. He could hear his father murmuring soft things about the light show above them. Keith settled into the soft comfort of that continuous voice. He always wondered how his dad could know so much about the world.

"You know, these meteoroids are like us. We're always alone, and we can't do anything about where life takes us. But we can get by just fine with a few good companions. You don't need all the diamonds in the sky to make a constellation. But they're still beautiful."

"Happy early birthday, Keith. Dream big dreams."

★

"Is that Texas's kid?"

"Dear lord help those two. Texas needs to take care of himself for his child's sake."

"He's our best firefighter! What would you suggest we do if he were to quit?"

"The world with go on, I assure you."

A crowd had gathered to watch as men and women in yellow rushed into the burning building like bees. It was a church, from what Keith could hear of the mob's conversations.

Finally, when the evacuation was closing up, he could hear his dad's voice call out, "Is there anyone missing? Is anyone still in there?"

"My child! He got left behind!"

And just like that, Texas dropped everything to run right back into that church. And Keith felt a sharp bot of fear as he heard the flaming walls of the building creak. But Texas would come back. He always came back.

He could hear people screaming out for Texas to stop. Their wails bled into the night and the sound of the crackling fire.

Cree-ee-eeEAK

In a huge plume of smoke, the building fell. Keith could only watch in horror as the ash cleared and a small child appeared from the darkness.

Texas had saved the kid. That was all Keith could think as tears started streaming down his face. He ignored the people around telling him to come back as he raced towards the church.

The waited as close as he dared for his father to come back. He waited for him to pull himself out from the rubble and say, "See. bud? Your old man can't be beaten by some flames! Would you believe me if I told you I was scared for a moment there? But I know you weren't my brave hippo."

But it never happened. He watched as the fire finally ceased. He watched as his father's friends pulled his burnt, bloody body out of the piles of dirt.

Without hesitation, Keith ran up to his dad. He knew it was stupid to try and wake the man up, but he tried anyway. He shook Texas and sobbed into his chest. Keith could feel people place their hands on his shoulders to try and comfort him.

He didn't say a word. He had always been quiet for his age, and heard people in town whisper about how it was probably because of Texas's reclusive nature.

Even now, he knew they were judging him. They were judging him and the amazing man who knew everything there is to know about the stars and the earth and everything between.

As he watched his father's body being lowered deep into the dirt in the middle of a quiet meadow, he could hear the man's words.

"Dream big dreams. You're going to go further than I ever will. Do me a favor and fly all the way up to the stars, and past them if you can. I know you can. Your fire is too big to be held back here on Earth."

So Keith did. He worked hard. And he made it to the stars. And though he would never admit it, when he finally made it he knew it was only for one person.

"Thanks for holding me up, dad."

★

He came back with a gasp.

As he looked around, he realized that he was back at the castle of lions, surrounded by the other paladins.

This had been another 'bonding exercise' designed by Allura for them to get to know each other better.

This was not something Keith wanted to share. He felt invaded. The only thing the world could never take away from him was these memories, and now all of it was floating around the other paladins' brains.

He suddenly became aware of the tears flowing town his face and warm arms wrapped around him.

He heard Lance whisper in his ear, "You only need a few good ones, Keith. And we're here for you whether you like it or not."

Life really was like those shooting stars.

But Keith was finally okay with that.

#keith kogane #texas kogane #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #keith's dad #comfort #tawny post

[empressawesomecoolness]

Doctor Who: The Ultimate Speedrun Marathon - Series 3 (2007)

The semester’s keeping me busy but trust me I’m still trying to keep this speedrun going and get caught up on everything before May, so I’m glad to say I finally finished Series 3 yaaaaayyy! It was a lot of fun, especially in how it carried over from Series 2 into 10’s adventures with a new companion after Rose. Aight let’s get into it…

General Thoughts

Right off the bat, I loved Martha as a companion. Similar to Sylvester McCoy, I was familiar with Freema Agyeman from her stellar work on Sense8, so I was already a fan of her’s as soon as she popped up on screen. She’s got her own brand of intelligence and spunk that bounces off of 10 really well. Don’t get me wrong, I love that Rose was carried over from Eccleston’s tenure into Tennant’s, but I believe that Martha meeting 10 as he is for the first time in this series was beneficial to them building a better chemistry. Also, it’s great and refreshing to see the Doctor get his first black female companion in the show’s history. Overall, probably one of my fav companions so far, if not my favorite.

Not much to add in regards to David Tennant’s performance as the 10th Doctor, but I’ll heap praise anyways. He’s just as charismatic as he was last season, never phoning it in for even a second. All of 10’s big emotional and personality quirks can really be chalked up to Tennant’s clear love of the material, which was also apparent in the previous two Doctor actors I’ve covered thus far.

Besides the Doctor and Martha, Series 3 also had a really big moment that I was pleasantly surprised to see be built up so well: the return of The Master. Last time I saw that character in this speedrun watch-through, he was ‘90s Eric Roberts doing his best impression of an effeminate man. I was wondering how he’d inevitably return after his fate in the TV movie, so I genuinely felt the rug pulled out from under me when he was revealed to have been hiding right under my nose as Professor Yana in Utopia. Derek Jacobi played both the unassuming professor and the menacing Master really well, so props to him. As for his almost immediate successor, John Simm as the 7th Master, I must admit…. not really my thing. I will admit he had some great moments that made me truly hate him (which in turn made me like him more cuz well y’know he’s the villain duhh), but the over the top flamboyance just gave me major BBC Sherlock Moriarty vibes. idk, again I still haven’t seen the classic series in its entirety yet, so maybe that’s just how the Master is, but I’m inclined to believe Stephen Moffat is the common denominator in this specific characterization. Despite my criticisms tho, Simm’s chemistry with Tennant was really fun. Much more dynamic than the complete diva Paul McGann had to act off of.

Favorite Episodes

• Blink

• The Shakespeare Code

• The Lazarus Experiment

• Human Nature

• The Family of Blood

• Daleks in Manhattan

• Evolution of the Daleks

• Utopia

Favorite Moments

• The entirety of Blink was a really clever well done treat for me. It felt a lot like an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and it just played with Doctor Who’s version of time travel so well and to such great effect. The Weeping Angels are now some of the Doctor’s most iconic foes, which is well deserved because they are super memorable and scary as fuck. Also it was funny to see baby Carey Mulligan here lol

• The moment Professor Yana reveals himself to be The Master was so crazy cool. Like just a few seconds earlier when he started acting weird and jaded I was thinking “holy shit is he the Master he’s gotta be the Master” and I was right 😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎

• I appreciate that Martha mentions how William Shakespeare doesn’t look exactly like he does in the famous portraits we have of him. It’s still kind of a topic of speculation as to what exactly he looked like in his youth, so I liked that she’d pick up on that.

• “Come on. We can all have a good flirt later!” “Is that a promise, Doctor?” “Oh, 57 academics just punched the air.” I love this show

• They should induct Blink into the National Film Registry for preservation just for the introduction of the phrase “wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff” alone

• Captain Jack Harkness (great to see him back btw) is THE FACE OF BOE????????????????? not sure how to feel about that. points for creativity tho

• tryna just chill and watch The Lazarus Experiment then BOOM!!!!! MARK GATIS JUMPSCARE AHHHHHHHHH

• The sound of a militaristic drumbeat constantly playing in the Master’s head is a great motif. One of the things I did like about Simm’s portrayal was how well he got across the maddening effect of the drumbeat’s sound in his head.

• The series finale was soooo crazy. I loved how the consequences of the Master’s plan were shown to have been so hard to crack that it took a whole year for them to even get close to him. It really built up the Master as a new kind of villain for this revamped version of the show. Also, fucking good on Martha for busting her ass to travel the globe and gather the support of millions. She’s such a badass

• “Good old J.K.!” *thousand yard stare*

Alright, that about wraps it up for Series 3! I had a great time with this series, even if it took me a bit to get through. Time to crack on, though. Gotta keep this speedrun train going. Onto Series 4, which (for the most part) marks David Tennant’s final tenure as the 10th Doctor.

#doctor who #doctor who: the ultimate speedrun marathon #the tenth doctor #david tennant #martha jones #freema agyeman