#angel project adrian

[kondoram]

havent drawn anyone in a while heehee here ya go

#lukas arts #angel project #angel project adele #angel project adrian #angel project donovan #tw injury #tw blood #original characters #ocs #sorry i havent drawn in a while at all ive been super busy :p

[hyunfilms]

blue side of the sky (lmh) | seven.

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—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 3.8k

—chapter warnings: cussing/mature language, wedding time for yuna!! aka weekend getaway for the group!, overthinking/some insecurities, alcohol consumption (not by oc), playful moments between chan, jisung and seungmin, oc has a cute, mini heart-to-heart with seungmin, flashback at the end - crying, another core memory for minho

♡ a/n: more happens btwn oc and minho next chapter (and beyond), i promise! lol and i know everyone is dying for someone to tell the truth!! i also promise that will happen.. soon... in time. 😬 hehe ty for sticking along on this ride 🥺

"Everything okay?" Seungmin looks at you as you stand and study the hotel in front of you. You look at him as he gently smiles, Chan and Jisung taking care of all the belongings in the background.

"Mhm." You respond. Your eyes shift down to the arm he props out, signaling for you to hold onto it before following Chan and Jisung inside. You softly chuckle and grab onto his arm, letting him lead you into the lobby.

As Jisung mentioned, both the wedding and reception were going to take place in the garden area of the oceanside hotel. Jisung, of course, needed to be here a day before the wedding for the rehearsal. Upon entering the lobby, you see him and Chan greeting his parents, with Yuna and Yeong-Su following behind. Their eyes all shift to you and Seungmin as you get closer, Jisung's mom the first to approach you and gently take you into her arms.

"My babygirl." She says. You embrace her and hug her tightly, being that Jisung's parents were just like your own. They've popped in to check on you at the hospital and a few times post-release. You can tell they're also trying to keep it safe around you, almost like you're fragile— need to be handled with care. "I'm so happy you're here." She pulls away, cupping your cheek. "Are you doing okay?" You nod.

"I'm okay." You verbally respond just as Jisung's father is pulling you in for a hug.

"Your uncle couldn't make it?" You shake your head.

"No, he's working on a big project right now. He sends his regards, though." You make a mental note to call your Uncle Adrian later just to let him know you've made it safely. Being that he owned his own construction company, he was always on the go and working on projects around town. He was reliable, someone known for his kindness and trustworthiness. People always wanted him to be handling their projects or needs. You don't blame them— he was your mom's brother and he reminded you of her in so, so many ways. You were grateful for him and for the many ways he has provided and kept you safe, protected. You're especially grateful to have him because if you weren't going to have mom here, you at least had him— a piece of her. They shared the same attitude, values, the same gracefulness.

Both angelic and gentle.

"Well, you let us know if you need anything. Especially if he starts working up your nerves." Jisung's dad nods towards him.

"I will." You chuckle.

"Y/N." Yuna pokes out her bottom lip as she comes to embrace you. "God, it's so nice to see you and hug you. I missed you so much."

"I missed you, too."

"Thank you for coming. Seriously. I know it's a lot, but it means so much to me that you're here." She looks at you.

"I'm glad I'm here." You smile at Yeong-Su and greet him. "How can I help right now?"

"No, no. Don't you dare lift a finger. We have people taking care of everything. I just want you to relax and enjoy yourself while you're here, okay?" Yuna hangs onto your arm. "I can't believe it's here already."

"Time flies by."

"Sure does." Yuna leans her head against your shoulder. "I hope it all goes to plan."

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine, and it'll all be amazing. You'll look so, so beautiful walking down that aisle and I can't wait to witness that moment." Yuna smiles at you. Although you can't recall the moments you've spent with Jisung's family or Yuna in general, her aura is comforting. She's special to you, and you to her— that seeing her only confirms that fact that she has been someone dear and close to you. It's easy to talk to her like this, as if your body was working with its muscle memory. Though, you wish you could look back at those moments and cherish them instead.

"Thank you." There's a slight hint of worry in her eyes when she looks at you, when they all look at you, and it's a clear sign that they too, are walking on eggshells around you. Fragile, sensitive, afraid you'd crack and break into pieces any moment.

These times were trying, and you hated it when people looked at you that way. You have to constantly reassure yourself that people cared. Maybe even a bit too much, but they cared.

They believe in you, Y/N.

You aren't lost, Y/N.

That's not what this is.

"If you need me or anything at all, don't you ever hesitate to let me know. Okay?"

"Okay. Don't worry Yuna. This weekend is all about you and Yeong-Su, alright? It'll be great." She nods happily.

"Sorry to bother. Need to borrow my bestfriend so I can show her to the room?" Jisung steps in and Yuna rolls her eyes.

"You're always so selfish with her, you know that?" He scoffs.

"Woah, I'm literally just taking her to the room!"

"Share sometimes." She continues to playfully argue with him before returning her attention to you. "Get some rest. Enjoy yourself. I'll see you tonight for dinner." She squeezes your hand before reuniting with Yeong-Su and Jisung's parents.

"Ready? We're on the fourth floor." He has his duffle bag strap over one shoulder, while carrying your weekender bag by the hand. He gives you a small smile, eyes darting back to Chan and Seungmin walking ahead towards the elevator. "We're sharing a room with two beds, and Chan and Seungmin are in the connecting room. Is that okay?"

"Mhm, that's fine." You follow the three boys into the elevator. "Where's Minho going to be?" Chan and Seungmin look at you before looking at Jisung.

"Oh, he's not coming tonight. He's just gonna show up for the wedding tomorrow and stay after."

"I see."

"We should check out the bar and stuff before the dinner." Chan chimes in as he continues to scroll through his phone. "Wanna come, Y/N? No pressure."

"Hm, sure. It'll be nice to explore." Chan smiles at you. Once you hit the fourth floor, the four of you walk over to the rooms silently, Jisung dropping your bags to the floor before opening the door that joins the two rooms together. You immediately walk towards the window to look out at the view, arms crossed at your chest as you take in the way the sun bounces off of the water's surface.

"Pretty isn't it? I suggested for Yuna and Yeong-Su to get married here." You chuckle at Jisung.

"Nice choice."

"Did you get to call your uncle yet?"

"No, not yet. I'll call him in a bit." He nods.

"Want this bed?" Jisung points to the bed closest to the window and you smile at him.

"You'd give up the bed with a view?"

"Why not? All that matters to me is that you're comfortable." He shrugs. "I know all of this happened kinda last minute for you."

"It's not like that." You chuckle. "I'm glad I came along. It already feels nice to be away for a weekend."

"Good." He looks at Chan and Seungmin. "I can use their bathroom so that you have this one to yourself."

"It's fine, pachi. It's not like we haven't done this before with our families." You look at him with a certain look in your eyes, and he feels like he can relax. Jisung does worry about you, probably way more than he should, but at the end of the day, he just wants to make sure you're taken care of. It's his duty as your bestfriend, and he feels especially protective after everything you've been through. You've done so much for Jisung while growing up that he can't help but feel like he didn't do enough to keep you safe, to keep you from getting hurt, to protect you. He knows it's not his fault, but he can't help but blame himself. 

He feels like he could have done more.

And with you being here—being awake, being you— he feels like he's gotten a second chance to do better. He's gotten a second chance to make up for the things he didn't do before. He'll never take that for granted ever again.

"Mmkay." He chuckles. "Well, I'm gonna go wash up before we head down." You nod before unzipping your weekender bag and gently pulling out your wedding gift. Thankfully, after some days of rest and taking it easy, you were able to finish off the vase you started for Yuna. On top of that, you were able to grab other useful items to gift the couple as well. You set the things aside before hanging up your dress and setting your heels aside for tomorrow. While Jisung is still in the bathroom, you grab your phone out of your pocket and press your uncle's number under your Favorites list. It rings for 3 times before he picks up on the other line, the construction sounds blaring in the background.

"Hey Y/N, sorry it's so loud." You can tell he's trying to walk towards a quieter place with the way the background slowly fades out. "Did you and the boys make it okay?"

"Mhm, it was a smooth ride."

"Good, that's good to hear. How is the hotel? I heard it's really nice."

"It is super nice. I saw Yuna, Yeong-Su and Jisungie's parents as soon as we got here. I told them you send your regards."

"Thank you. Yeah, I wish I could come, but this project is taking up so much of my time. We're still behind." He chuckles a bit. "You have fun and enjoy yourself, okay?"

"I will. I just wanted to let you know that we were here."

"Okay, call me later when you're free. Hopefully I'll be home and resting by then." You laugh.

"You should. Don't work too hard."

"I'll try not to. Tell Jisung and the boys I said hi."

"I will. I love you."

"I love you too." And with that, the call ends. You set your phone aside and dig through your bag again, checking to see which clothes you could change into that are more fitting for the warm weather. You pull out a simple black mini skirt and a crop top, hugging it against your chest as you wait for Jisung to finish up in the bathroom. You peek into Seungmin and Chan's room to see them lazily lying on their beds, with Seungmin the first to look up from his phone when he sees you looking in.

"Need something, Y/N?" He sits up and you shake your head.

"Do you mind if I change in your bathroom? Jisungie's taking forever."

"Go for it."

"Dude, tell him to hurry up." Chan looks at Seungmin. "I wanna grab a drink."

"Han Jisung, hurry up!" Seungmin yells from the bed as he crashes back onto it. You slip into their bathroom and shut the door behind you, hearing Chan and Seugmin constantly yelling at Jisung to hurry. You giggle to yourself as you change into your clothes, already feeling better being out of those leggings and the thick hoodie you had on.

"Where's Y/N?" You hear Jisung ask.

"She's changing in our bathroom cause you took too long."

"Oh." You hear footsteps approaching the bathroom door. "I'm sorry, cielo. You should've knocked."

"It's alright." You swing the door open, which causes Jisung to step back and quickly eye you from head to toe. "I'm ready now, we can head down."

"You look nice." You smile at Jisung.

"Thanks." You walk past him to get back to your room and drop your clothes.

"You always look nice, Y/N." Seungmin adds.

"Even in your pajamas, Y/N." Chan playfully chimes in causing Jisung to roll his eyes.

"Back off." You giggle to yourself when you hear Chan and Seungmin laughing at Jisung’s remark. They stand up to their feet when you walk back into their room, and the four of you start heading back down to the hotel lobby to explore around. On the way down, Chan and Seungmin are cracking jokes between each other that make you laugh, while Jisung picks up a call that comes through on his phone.

"Minho, yo." He picks up the call. "Yo?" He repeats. "What do you want?" You obviously can't hear Minho on the other line, but Jisung furrows his brows while listening to him. "What do you mean you don't know what to buy as a present? They have a registry. Just buy something from there or give them money so they can use it towards whatever they please." Jisung sighs. "Uh no, absolutely not a good idea to give them sex toys as a present." You chuckle, making Jisung look down at you before looking back ahead. "Dude, you're fucking gross. Do what you want. I'm telling Yuna and Yeong-Su that I had nothing to do with it." He lets out another breath. "Yeah, okay. I'm hanging up now." He lets out a laugh. "You're full of shit. Bye."

"Productive conversation, I see." Jisung shrugs.

"Dude is out of his mind. He's terrible when it comes to giving gifts."

"I'm sure he'll figure it out." It falls quiet as you continue walking towards the bar near the lobby. But for you, you're mainly wondering why you haven't talked to Minho as much as you expected to. He was your bestfriend, right?

Why didn't he say hi?

Does he ask about you as much as you do with him?

Why does it feel like Jisung is a wall between you two?

"Yo, look at this." Chan picks up the flyer at the front of the bar. "Tequila shots are only a dollar from now until 8PM."

"You're out of your mind." Seungmin laughs. "That shit is probably poison, and I'm not taking care of your asses."

"I can handle myself!" He nudges Jisung. "Let's go."

"I'm only gonna take like.. 3, my guy. I still have to rehearse, you know?"

"What better way to rehearse than tipsy?"

"Fuck you." Jisung shakes his head as he gives in to Chan. "You're really not gonna join in?"

"No, hell no. I'll stay here with Y/N and keep her safe from you two weirdos." Seungmin stands closer to you and you smile at the two. "We'll just help ourselves to some family-friendly drinks and people-watch outside." He looks down at you and you nod.

"Sounds fun to me." The boys know you aren't fond of drinking, especially after the accident. It's not like they've ever pressured you, but it's nice to have Seungmin swoop you away from Chan and Jisung's chaos just so you two could chill. Which, he does by asking the bartender for virgin pina coladas, taking the glasses over to two seats near the edge of the dining area that overlook the beach. You sit onto the stool while Seungmin doesn't waste any time with his drink. After quenching his thirst, he looks at you and gives you a toothless smile.

"Is it okay?" You nod while sipping your drink.

"It's really good!" You look at the drink in surprise. "Thanks. How much do I owe you?"

"What?" He chuckles. "Don't worry about it, Y/N. It's on me."

"Thank you, Seungmin."

"Of course." Silence. The two of you appreciate the view ahead before Seungmin breaks the silence again. "I didn't expect it to be so hot this weekend."

"Didn't pack the right clothes?" He does a head tilt while letting out a soft laugh.

"Not really, but I'll make it work. Like I always do." You chuckle before there's another pause. Seungmin feels safe. He always radiates a warm aura; someone who won't ever judge you, or make you feel stupid. Especially for what you're about to ask—

"Seungmin?" You slightly turn in your seat to look at him. "Can I ask you something?" He returns the favor by turning in his seat to face you.

"Anything."

"Is Minho really that busy?" His eyes widen at the random question, but he answers anyway.

"Um, yeah. He kinda is." He laughs a bit. "He's my roommate but I see him come and go pretty often, and I've gotten used to it. I'm sure the café is hard to manage. Why?"

"I don't know. I just.. feel the need to ask." You tilt your head and look at him. "Can I tell you something else?"

"Of course." His voice softens.

"I'm having a hard time figuring out why I feel a certain way when it comes to Minho. We were close at one point, right? So, why doesn't it feel like it? Why do I feel like I'm missing something?" You look out at the view, then back at him. "Why do I feel like he's purposefully avoiding me?" He lets out a breath. You can tell he's hesitating but he covers it up well. 

He recovers well.

"I think Minho is still trying to process everything." Is all he says. "It's not anything against you, this entire thing is just hard for him. Give it some time. He'll come around." This is all he gives you. 

"Sorry, I must sound stupid. I don't really know how to explain it."

"You're not stupid, Y/N. I know you are just trying to understand. And, I understand you. Don't worry." You also feel like Seungmin wants to say something else, but he doesn't. And that's because Jisung chose this very moment to rush over towards you two, arguing with Chan about their choices.

"I hate his ass." Jisung comes rushing over, pointing at a laughing Chan behind him. "He made us do five tequila shots."

"You're both glowing." Seungmin laughs. "Sure you can do it for the rehearsal?" The two of you watch as Jisung playfully pushes Chan and continues to put the blame on him and whine.

While you and Seungmin finish up your drinks, Yuna, Yeong-Su, their parents and Jisung's parents eventually come down and meet your group right before the rehearsal is scheduled to start. You laugh at Jisung's parents scolding him for getting tipsy before rehearsals— Jisung's mom clinging onto you as you all walk towards the garden area where things are set up for tomorrow's festivities.

As you sit alongside of Chan and Seungmin while watching the wedding rehearsal, you can't help but think of your quick conversation with Seungmin. With the gentle way he spoke with you earlier, you can't help but feel like you've been overthinking the entire thing and that's what you wanted to avoid while being here. It was hard for everyone to process what had happened, knowing that everyone was on the brink of letting you go, of giving you peace.

Then, to come back and change everything— to change their feelings, their mind, their decisions.

Maybe it was just you, after all.

☁︎ FLASHBACK | A COUPLE OF DAYS AFTER YOU WOKE UP

Minho doesn't even know where he's going.

He finds himself running, and running, and running— in hopes he can finally escape the repeating sounds of your cries and screams.

"Fuck." He groans as he leans over onto his knees, squinting his eyes at the dull headache that is suddenly coming onto him early this morning. The sun is barely rising, the air is still cold, sharp. He drags himself over to the rail before sitting on the step— chest beginning to ache at the shortness of breath. His head falls and his breathing is the only thing he hears besides the occasional early morning chirping, cars passing by, geese dipping into the lake ahead of him.

"Knew I'd find you here." He looks up to the familiar voice, surprised at seeing his roommate standing in front of him in a hoodie and sweats.

"What are you doing here?" Seungmin shrugs and sits next to him on the step.

"Think I don't wanna get a run this morning, too?"

"Right." Minho looks straight ahead at the lake again. "Sleep is everything to you."

"Damn right. This is so fucking early."

"So, why are you here?"

"To make sure you're okay."

"Why wouldn't I be?" He's avoiding eye contact, again. Seungmin may not say much, but he notices these things. He always notices the small things.

"You haven't said much to anyone since Y/N woke up. Think it's safe for me to be worried about you." Seungmin says softly, arms lazily hanging over his knees while he joins Minho and looks out to the lake. It's quiet for awhile before Minho finally speaks up and lets out a soft sigh.

"Nothing to be worried about."

"You don't have to do that. We can talk about it." Seungmin looks at him before shifting back to the lake. "It's hard, I know it is. I say that as her friend, so I can only imagine what you're feeling right now. So let me be your friend, and let me be there for you." And honestly, that's all it takes for Minho to crack. Because he's not okay. This is hard. He doesn't know what to do.

You saw them, and there was nothing.

You saw him, and there was nothing.

Minho's head falls, and Seungmin hears the harsh crying next to him even if Minho is trying his hardest to mask it. He can hear Minho whimpering in between sobs, Seungmin's heart breaking at the sound. He gently pats his back, giving him some time to let it all out.

"I didn't think it'd be this fucking hard." He mumbles and Seungmin barely catches on. "She doesn't know any of us, she doesn't know me."

"She's scared. Give her some time, okay? We'll get her back to where she needs to be."

"No, no." Minho shakes his head as he continues to cry. "No. She's different, she doesn't know me." He repeats. "I'm so stupid. Why did I let her go that night?"

"You're not stupid."

"I am. I am." He repeats. "None of this would've happened." His crying finally slows down but he still can't bring himself to look at Seungmin yet. He lets himself calm down, crying finally subsiding as he lets out a breath and wipes away at the straggling tears. "I was getting ready to accept it. I think I did. I was ready for whatever was gonna happen next. I was at peace with it. He pauses. "Then she came back. And I'm supposed to feel relief, right?" He finally turns to Seungmin again, eyes red from all the crying.

"You don't have to feel that way right now. Understandably, it's a lot at once." Is the best Seungmin can do.

"Yeah. Because truthfully, I don't feel relieved." Seungmin sees the tears building up on Minho's bottom lids again, his lip slightly trembling. "I'm not relieved because it feels like I still lost her either way. That's the hardest part about all of this." He starts to softly cry again, and he remains silent. Quite frankly, he doesn't know what else to say to Seungmin. He's overwhelmed with emotion, but at the same time he feels so fucking empty inside. Your cries and screams are still ringing in his head, the fear in your eyes when it quickly landed on him, the boys.

He shouldn't have let you go that night.

He's so stupid.

Nothing could have prepared him for how difficult this was going to be. He feels a selfish, feels kinda like an asshole for this. But, he truthfully cannot say he feels relieved after these past few days—

In the end, he still loses you.

☁︎ END

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[remusslove]

the slytherins x little! reader having to do a school project with the golden trio harry, hermione and ron

School project~ the slytherins

Includes: age regression, little!reader, cg!mattheo, cg!blaise, cg!theodore, cg!draco, cg!pansy, and poly!relationship

“Why don’t we put stickers on it and maybe that’ll give us extra points” you suggested. Ron groaned at your antics.

“Tiny this project is about the war.” Ron said before getting cut off by hermione.

“What ron means to say is that this assignment is supposed to be filled with information and not color mkay?” She said causing you to pout.

“Will one of you help us out on this?” Harry asked your caregivers rhetorically.

“Why would we tiny’s got it covered right angel?” Mattheo asked you with a smirk.

You nodded enthusiastically making Pansy chuckle. “Alright alright. I’ll help you guys since none of the boys feel like pitching in” Pansy said sitting down on one of the common room chairs.

“Can we go to the gryffindor common room instead? I feel like I’m getting glared down” ron said nervously looking at Adrian staring at him with a scowl on his face.

“He’s not glaring you down that’s just his natural look.” Theodore replied lighting a cigarette.

Draco snatched the cigarette out of Theodore’s mouth causing Theodore to groan. “No smoking in front of tiny.”

Before Theodore got to defend himself Blaise cut him off. “Second hand smoke Theo. Princess doesn’t need to inhale that.”

“This is boring. What if we make cookies and then watch a movie?” You suggested causing Harry to sigh.

“Angel we can do that later. Right now we need to finish this.” Pansy said softly.

You pouted whining. You hopped of the chair and jumped on top of mattheo who was currently laying on this couch.

“Mommy bein boring dada” you whispered in his ear causing him to chuckle.

“I know love I know” he said pressing a kiss on your head.

“What’d she say?” Theodore asked. “She said pansy’s being boring” mattheo answered causing pansy’s attention to turn to you both.

“Oh really?” Pansy asked you raising an eyebrow.

“No I didn’t!” You said trying to defend yourself. Mattheo let out a laugh watching you hide your face in his chest giggling.

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[a-cupof-jo]

Play Action - Teaser

Football Player!Jung Jaehyun x Sports Analyst!Fem!Reader

Genre: grump x sunshine, falls easily x doesn’t know what love is

Warning(s): none

Teaser WC: 1.5k

Projected WC: 15k

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Part of the Picture Perfect Image Universe

Summary:

Jung Jaehyun wouldn’t know hard work if it slapped him in the face. He has an unnatural talent as a Tight End- I should know- but he has gotten off easy. So when a drunken night leaves his image in a lest-than-stelar light, who better to fix it than the Angel’s exclusive date-for-hire. I would not let myself be pulled into a football players life again, but Jaehyun makes it hard to stay away.

A/n: rough edit sorry :/

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I have loved Jeno Lee for 93 days. 

I love the way he makes me laugh and how he is always attentive to me. He never makes me feel bad when I don't want to go out or if I am feeling so overwhelmed with work that I can't make myself function properly. We weren't best friends, it was something different between us.

Mutual respect and appreciation drove our relationship. I could not put my heart in more capable hands. They were more competent at steering that bus than any other emotion I know. 

We were steady and knew exactly what was expected of each other. With him, I feel happy and in control of my life, of the future and what it holds. 

There weren't many times Jeno wasn't smiling, but I liked to think that I only added more joy and happiness to his life. I celebrate his victories and let him lay his worries on me.

Celebrating is what we were doing tonight. No matter how much I tended to avoid crowds and large gatherings, I would put on my brave face. This was important to him, and me, to us. Months had been put into this to make it possible. 

He wouldn't judge me for my tardiness- much. No one likes to admit their faults, but luckily when they are on display, you don't have to. Which is why I'm sure he already assumed that I was going to be late, but the street vendor had been busy and I couldn't resist the roasted pecans.

Adrian Young Memorial Stadium was magnificent. Tall pillars and exterior walls built of locally sourced quartz and the limestone exuded the quiet strength that came from the neighboring mountains. It held a long tradition of hosting some of the most spectacular moments of football history, a tradition that the Angel’s intended to keep. 

A long quiet hall greeted me as I pushed through the authorized personnel only hallway. It wasn't unfamiliar, but as I took in the boards boasting years of excellence and the man that made this team great it was hard to not feel small, insignificant. 

Glancing at my watch, my groan echoed around me.

It was official- I was the worst girlfriend ever. If I ever had any doubt before, it was now gone. 20 minutes late and showing up nearly empty handed to the biggest celebration of the last 20 seasons. 

Maybe nobody would notice the slightly disheveled woman racing down the hall. It’s not like I was an important figure that would be missed, not in a room full of professional athletes. Stopping where laughter and cheers spilled from the doors, I counted back from 10, pulling lightly at my shirt to straighten it. Calm, cool, composed, that was me. I was a woman that exuded confidence. They would not see me faulted. Which is why I decided that 5 more minutes without showing my face would be better than arriving looking like I had just been caught in a wind tunnel.

I wish I was one of those women who always had it together. They could run 5K and jump into a board meeting right after. These were the women that ran the world, and made sure everyone around them knew it.

The cool sink water trickled down my scalp as I worked to slick down the curls that had broken free of the updo I had twisted my hair into. Bathroom mirrors had a good way of letting me know that I looked worse than I felt. Splotchy red cheeks and a slight runny nose no amount of paper towels shoved up my nose would solve was really the look I was going for tonight. Thank you, January. 

Reapplying the light layering of makeup I had slapped on this morning didn't take long, but I couldn't convince myself to pull away from the vanity. My lipstick was perfect and not an eyelash was out of place, yet I couldn’t push away the gnawing that I would never hold up in the eyes of those in Jeno’s circle, in Jeno’s eyes.

“Come on, Y/n,” there was nothing to be worried about. Jeno would be patiently waiting, not worrying in the slightest that it would look weird that his date was missing. His teammates would be too focused on getting as much alcohol in their system in as little amount of time as possible. I would not be participating in that endeavor. Getting plastered in public is asking for something to go wrong. I did not need my image having “party animal” attached to it.  

“Who does he think he is demanding that I quit my job? That bag of shriveled up- oh,” wide eyes blinked at me as the door to the bathroom slammed open. The badge that hung from her hip confirmed that she was a member of the Angel’s team. If I remembered correctly, Marketing and PR, under that brick Vanessa. “Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was in here. I find that venting is best performed in front of an audience and I thought that it was just going to be my reflection tonight But now you’re here. Do you mind? It’s just-there is this man that I was trying to help- if he would just let me, but apparently all my ideas are stupid and not worthy of a mighty Angel. See if I try to help him again. I mean what kind of person says that ” 

“You’re fine,” the timid smile I tried to give looked more like a grimace as I glanced one more time in the mirror. She had steamrolled me and there was not an inkling idea how I was supposed to respond to that. Rushing to the door I considered thanking her for finally kicking my feet into gear. Even if it was by the desire to get away from the word vomit she had thrown at a virtual stranger. “I am just going to leave.”

She cringed at me as if realizing her faux pas,  “Have a good night.”

I had to get out of there. 

Now I was definitely not running down the hall, but I could have broken the record for fastest speed walk I’m sure. So much for freshening up. It wouldn’t matter, most of the people I was going to be interacting with would not remember this night anyway. 

Pausing in front of the door, I tried to fix my face to exude happiness and openness. I was inviting. I was there to celebrate and have a good time. I would not make people think I was trying to escape the entire night.

“No,” the woman’s voice barely rose above the music blasting through the music. My stomach dropped at the panic lacing that word. “You need to stop. Don’t say it.” The cracked closet door in the hall pushed just farther open. If something happened to her then-

“What? You don’t want me to tell you I love you? I have been in love since before I had a name for the feeling I get in my chest when you are around. There has not been a time that I have not loved you. You must see that.”

Blood rushed to my ears as I approached the door. Fear poked the back of my skull and my throat went dry. 

“Jeno,” my heart sank as her voice cracked. “I can’t”

“Why?” There it went. My heart shattered on the floor, stomped on by a man who loved someone else.

“There are so many reasons! Your job and reputation, mine, the fact that you have a girlfriend!”

"She's not you!" Heat raced up my chest and ignited in my face. My chest heaved as I pulled in a wet breath. I watched, aching, as he leaned forward, cupping her cheeks, “She’s a fake girlfriend. You know that Y/n is a fake girlfriend. She is a friend. All I see is you.” 

Right. 

Fake.

As I wipe at the tears that have pressed at the corners of my eyes, I spin away from the door and scowl as I come face to face with Jaehyun, the Angel’s laid back Tight End and one of Jeno’s closest friends. 

I would not look foolish in front of him,  getting teary-eyed at the knowledge that my fake boyfriend loved his social media manager. Look him in the eye, raise your chin, don’t let it wobble, keep your feet straight and limbs loose. I knew about this, Jeno has not taken me off guard. I would convince myself of this and Jaehyun would be none the wiser.

“Excuse me,” voice clipped, I pushed past the man that towered over common-folk. “I have a party to be attending.”

Finally pushing through the doors a grin presses at my teeth and I mentally correct my mantra for the night, reset my racing thoughts and remember that I am there for one reason.

I have faked being in love with Jeno Lee for 93 days and everyone was going to believe it.

#jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fic #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jung jaehyun #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 fic #nct u fic

[nellasbookplanet]

8 for the ask game

8: favorite queer fiction

Oh that's a good question, lets split it up by genre!

Fantasy: The Serpent Gates duology by AK Larkwood (disaster gays, wlw/mlm frenemies, really cool worldbuilding and plot), The Broken Earth trilogy by NK Jemisin (post apocalyptic fantasy world with slight scifi vibes, crimes against humanity, polyamory) & The Spear Cuts Through Water by Simon Jimenez (funky narrative experimentation, more disaster gays, gods, so much murder)

Urban fantasy: The Arcadia Project trilogy by Mishell Baker (scary faeries, disabled and bisexual protagonist, soulmates done in a unique and interesting way)

Science fiction: The Machineries of Empire trilogy by Yoon Ha Lee (so many war crimes, so many queer characters, math magic in space, possession), The Gates of Eden by Adrian Tchaikovsky (alternate timelines, cryptid hunting girlfriends, dinosaurs, the impending end of the multiverse)

Romance: One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston (timetravel, found family, pancakes) & This is How You Lose the Time War by Max Gladstone and Amal El-Mohtar (more timetravel, enemies to lovers, epistolary, most beautiful prose you’ve ever read)

Horror: Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle (demons with fascinating lore, homophobic cults, autistic and lesbian lead) & The Luminous Dead by Caitlin Starling (caves in space, antagonistic romance, so much claustrophobia)

Young Adult: Contagion duology by Erin Bowman (space zombies, mind bonds, one sapphic lead, one with demiace vibes), In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan (portal fantasy, most bisexual and chaotic love triangle in history, elves with reversed gender norms, bastard boy protagonist) & Market of Monsters trilogy by Rebecca Schaeffer (aroace protagonists who commit murders together, monsters, Everyone Is Getting Worse)

Honorary mentions: when the angels left the old country, imperial radch, the murderbot diaries, the scorpion rules, sing the four quarters, to shape a dragons breath, xenogenesis

Bookworm ask

#listen. i have Many favorite books #nella gets asks #nella talks books

[vikenticomeshome]

Cyberchase Character Gallery (Artwork Submissions)

One of the areas that I have worked in as part of my efforts to archive the Cyberchase website was the "Character Gallery". This was a place to share drawings of the characters that had been submitted by fans. The entire gallery has been preserved via the FlashPoint Archive project.

Now, I cannot repost everything here. This gallery ran from 2003 through 2011. During that time, over 250 images were added. However, I want to share some of my favorites, with appropriate credit, of course. The works don't have titles applied by the site, however. For the record, I did not draw any of these.

Here is a picture of Icky the Cyberslug.

It was drawn by Sana, Age 10, from Streamwood

Here is a picture of The Hacker at his most terrifying.

It was drawn by Devon, Age 7, from Sparta.

Here is a group shot of the characters, with very different color schemes than we are used to. I don't want to go through everyone, but I kind of like the stylized Motherboard.

It was drawn by Christina, Age 14, from Hampton.

Here is an artist's impression of Hacker after he activates his Transformatron for the first time and becomes a god.

It was drawn by Devin, Age 9, from Cleveland

Unfortunately, the scan quality on this one isn't great. We have Slider, who is just impossibly ripped. We have Jackie and Inez crushing on him as usual. And we have Matt, who is not pleased with the situation. So, everyone is in-character.

This was drawn by WIlliam, Age 8, from New York City.

I don't know about you guys, but this is how I remember Matt.

This was drawn by Maggie, Age 5, out of Westport.

And here's a picture of Jackie. She may be going for a hug.

This was drawn by McKinley, Age 5, our of Haper Woods.

And here we have Inez holding a manila folder.

This was drawn by Adrian, Age 10, out of Greenbelt.

We finally get some representation for Dr. Marbles. We have the lightbulb, the glasses, and the mustache.

This was drawn by Brenna, Age 6, from Oswego.

And now we have Bianca from "Cyberchase for Real". I think this is the only representation from "Cyberchase for Real" that I saw in the gallery.

This was drawn by Samantha, Age 6, from Terrytown.

Here we have Matt and Inez married.

This was drawn by Sara, Age 14, out of Arnold.

"I like Inez because she save the puddle vile"

Whenever I look at this, I see Norma from Psychonauts 2.I know its not the case, since this was probably drawn 15 years before Psychonauts 2 came out.

This was drawn by Alexis, Age 10, out of the Bronx.

And here's Digit.

This was drawn by Alyssa, Age 11, out of Dracut.

And here we have Delete, the red nosed robot. This is oddly fitting for him.

This was drawn by Amber, Age 9, out of Wawaka.

And now we have Inez as some sort of angel.

This was drawn by Hannah, Age 7, out of Plainfield.

I think I'll finish off with this group shot of the children with Motherboard in the background.

This was drawn by Sara, Age 14, out of Arnold.

I'm glad that I was able to archive these so they won't be lost forever.

#cyberchase #2000s #cartoon #nostalgia #pbs kids #2000s childhood #inez #jackie #matt #digit #children's artwork #not oc #fan art #flashpoint archive #archived web content

[superjenova]

The Angel of Fennel’s Part 1

Hiiii! I was hesitant on posting this cuz writing fan fics is so personal to me so I kinda said screw it to see if people actually like it. This is part one of ??? I have practically most of the story written, so we’ll see :3 I just love Adrian so much so wkskjsjwjsj

*a couple disclaimers, this is a slow burn kinda fic. So if you’re looking for immediate action, I’m sorry this isn’t for you ;-; Eventually I’ll release some spicy stuff if it goes somewhere, but this part is super cute and wholesome. Also reader likes Star Wars!! (Am i projecting??? Maybe…) + I’m sorry if there are spelling mistakes (╥﹏╥) I’m sorry I’m cringe

Sexual references, cursing, you know it. Character is afab, uses she/her

if you like it plz lmk I’m insecure lolll

Working at Fennel Fields was probably the last job you expected yourself to have in your mid twenties. But alas, you’re finishing up school and are heavily in debt with student loans. However, what you expected even less was the fact that you enjoyed your job.

Maybe a little too much.

Now, you’re probably thinking, what could be so great about a job that pays minimum wage? With a restaurant that is so run down, with customers that throw fits and cuss you out? Well, definitely none of that. But it may or may not have been a particular bus boy with the goofiest smile. Adrian Chase.

You had been working there for a few months as a waitress, and were very well liked by all of your coworkers. You had a happy go lucky attitude and you managed to unintentionally charm the other employees to invite you to outings, but whenever you went, you noticed that this bus boy was never invited. Or at least he never went. He was the only coworker you hadn’t gotten close with yet. Adrian kept to himself, did his job, and went home. You held small talk with him a few times but never anything more. Still, you could tell there were more layers behind his awkwardness and chunky frames. And you so desperately wanted to peel them back. So you did your best to integrate Adrian into group conversations, and tried to get him to slowly open up to you. Even though you couldn’t figure out why you wanted to be acquainted with him so badly, you never stopped trying.

Walking into work at an early 8 am, you dismissively said hello to everyone, but walked straight up to the silly bus boy for his personalized daily greeting.

“Good morning, Adrian!” You gave him full eye contact and a tender smile, making him particularly nervous. The ends of his mouth slowly formed a smile as well.

“Hello, Y/N.” You held out your fist to give him a fist bump, but he kinda just froze, almost as if he had never seen a fist bump before in his life.

“Uhm. Here, you’re supposed to do this.” you delicately grabbed his wrist and pressed his knuckles to yours.

“See? It's like, the coolest, most awesome greeting ever.” you giggled a bit, hoping that this whole interaction didn’t make him uncomfortable.

Adrian knew what a fist bump was. Obviously. He and Peacemaker would fist bump each other after a precise shot to someone's head. A reaction to ‘Testosterone and adrenaline raging through our bodies’, as Chris would describe it, whatever than meant.

Yet in this context, it was just a sweet coworker, innocently requesting to press his knuckles against hers. Now all that was pumping through him were nerves and blood rising to his cheeks. He thought way too much about how gently you held his wrist, and how friendly you were trying to come off. And how the physical contact mixed with the conditioner you used in your hair this morning to keep your hair voluminous, mixed further with your adorable giggle. He never noticed any of that when Peacemaker fist bumped him, that’s for sure. The way he let his thoughts linger probably made you feel uncomfortable now as he froze, staring at you. But this was you, the kind girl who just stood and smiled, waiting for any type of reaction. Adrian, the huge awkward mess that he was, just stood uncomfortably, stared at you, and swiftly turned the other direction towards his working station.

You ruined everything. Fuck.

You thought about what you did your whole shift, thinking you did something completely wrong and messed up any chance of a friendship developing. Maybe grabbing his wrist like that wasn’t okay? Maybe you smelled bad, or looked weird? Too many thoughts flooded your mind after that strange interaction.

So you tried to suppress your shame and went about waiting tables.

In all honesty, Adrian couldn’t understand how he felt about you. Generally, he never considered being in a relationship or even liking a girl. He simply didn’t have the time for that, balancing regular work and… ‘government work’. He used to settle for meaningless sex from time to time as Vigilante, but that came to a stop after a while when he realized it reminded him of how lonely he was. Women could like him as Vigilante, sure, but they’d turn away as Adrian, and that made him feel even more hopeless than before. Adrian truly stopped trying to be himself, feeling like his personality was only visible with his mask on.

But then… you started working here four months ago. And working became rough. You were extra nice to him, made efforts to know about him, and accepted all of his weirdness. He couldn’t think properly anymore. He can see girls and think they are objectively pretty and move on, but whenever he looked at you, he developed this pit in his stomach that longed for you. His palms began to sweat and his heart skipped a beat and his breathing became irregular. Regarding his thoughts about you, he felt wrong, dirty, and pretending you didn’t exist really helped him focus on getting his job done quickly and leaving. The reason you guys hadn’t become friends sooner was because he tended to avoid interactions with you. But then you forced your way in, and began to say hi to him every morning, and waited for him as he finished locking up for the day, or snorted at a stupid joke he made, and those intimate thoughts of you became overbearing, distracting, and almost crippling. He would watch the way you interacted with your coworkers and make them instantly comfortable in your presence, and he yearned to let you in the way they did. You were super pretty, without a question, but you were also funny, and smart, and cool, friendly, and witty and thoughtful and everything in between. He just wished he had the balls to say something, anything at all to you. So he decided. Tomorrow was the day he would try to talk to you.

It clearly hasn’t been going well with his tense encounter with you from today. Great job, Adrian.

The following day, You and Adrian would frequently pass by each other as you went back to the kitchen and as he went to place drinks at the table you just took orders from. He would look at you and smile every time you passed by, which calmed your embarrassment from your interaction with him yesterday. He didn’t seem to think much of it, so why should you?

At your break, you sat at a table and watched some videos on your phone, playing with the straw of your water cup, when suddenly, Adrian sits down in the seat across from you, holding his lunch in his hand, still as flustered as he was before. He took a deep breath.

“Hi. Uhm. Can I sit here? Its okay if you say n-”

“Sure! Yeah that’s fine!” you shot back at him, putting your phone down and giving him your full attention. The fact that he asked made you a bit sad. It reminded you that your coworkers weren’t very nice to him, and that he was used to rejection. You wanted to show him that you actually were interested in his presence. This made you especially happy, because this was the first time he had come up to interact with you first instead of the other way around.

“What’s your lunch for today, Chase?” You stared at the bag he was holding, making him rather self conscious.

“Uhm. well I uh…” He dumped the bag’s contents over the table, dropping out a smushed peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a browning banana, a gogurt, and a capri sun. He put on a sheepish smile thinking you’d make fun of him, like Peacemaker or Economos would.

“Damn! Mom really gave you all the good stuff.” you chuckled, trying to make him relax around you.

“Hm? Oh no my mom didn’t make this, my mom is dead.” He said, extremely nonchalantly, as you widen your eyes at his response.

“Oh shit dude I’m sorry, I was just joking.” you cover your hand with your mouth, stunned, feeling even worse than earlier.

Adrian stares at you with wide eyes, and starts to snort and giggle.

“I’m kidding, we are just on bad terms.” He said again, just as detached as before. You stared down at the table, extremely confused, trying to figure him out.

“O-okay…” you said, eyebrows still furrowed. “I just meant that your lunch looks pretty good.”

“Uh. Thank you.” He paused for a few seconds then continued. “W-What did you bring for lunch? If that’s okay to ask.” he looked up to you from unwrapping his sandwich, with sweet doe eyes, peering through his chunky frames, fully attentive to you.

“Well you see…” you began stupidly grabbing an invisible bag and dumping it out just as he did, sound effects and everything, snickering at how stupid that joke was. “I have an invisible three course meal! Fills me with like, all the protein and vitamins I’ll ever need.” You had an obviously fake confidence, another attempt to make him more comfortable with you. He simply furrowed his brows.

“But there is nothing there?” Adrian questioned, very concerned. He was able to joke about his mommy issues, but having a fake lunch flew over his head? That’s okay. You started choking on your spit and began to cough, clearing your throat.

“Uh yeah. I was kidding. I didn’t bring anything. And I’m kinda sick of the food here, so I’d rather skip a meal.” You said a bit guilty, as you played with the flaking edge of the table with your index finger.

“That’s not healthy. I saw a post on reddit saying that if you don’t eat at least two meals a day, you’re 20 percent more likely to show early signs of dementia.” He was dead serious with this sentence. It startled you a bit, and you didn’t know whether you should question how trustworthy reddit was, or whether dementia had anything to do with how many meals you ate.

He leaned in a bit across the booth, saying “I don’t want you to get dementia.” As if the doctors were going to come out with test results from the kitchen and diagnose you. His concern was so adorable, serious or not. It made your heart jump.

“You want some?” He said, already handing you one half of his sandwich before you could respond. “It’s creamy peanut butter and seedless strawberry jam, I don’t like the way the peanut chunks or seeds feel on my teeth. I also cut off the crust. Empty calories.” He said as if that were important at all. You took the other half of the sandwich and bit at the corner.

“Thanks, dude, I’ll front you on lunch tomorrow.” He smiled back at you, and you guys sat in silence for a good few minutes. Adrian did want to say something, I mean, that’s kinda why he decided to sit with you. But he was nervous around you, and his mind went blank. He frequently glanced at your eyes and back down to his lunch. It was up to you to say something. Which, you didn’t mind because you enjoyed starting conversations, it was how to start it which was difficult.

You looked down at his apron, next to his name tag, at a Rebel Alliance pin. Finally, some subject material.

“Hey, I like your pin!” you pointed to it, and he looked down to see what you were talking about. He shot back up at you with wide eyes.

“You like Star Wars?” You have never seen him so excited.

You rolled your eyes, smiling, as you grabbed his gogurt and said in a passionate British accent,

“You have allowed this Dark Lord to twist your mind until now… until now you have become the very thing you swore to destroy.” The man started blushing like crazy at how accurate your tonal shifts were. He was elated to find out you were a nerd too.

“Don’t lecture me, Y/N. I see through the lies of the Jedi.” he narrowed his eyes, but still maintained a goofy, comfortable smile. You finally got to him, a little nook into his interests, and that’s all that mattered. The way he lit up made you giggle. He was ready to continue the quoting when,

“L/N, break is over, back to work.” You heard your supervisor say as she passes by the table, eyeing you guys in a judgmental way. Adrian’s smile falters, as he shuts down again and puts his ‘work personality’ back on. Afraid to lose him, you leaned in, still in character, saying “I’ll be back for you, Adrian. I have some… Jedi matters in which I must attend.” you ruffled his hair as you heard him let out a chuckle, and he watched you walk back towards the kitchen.

And just like that, you and Adrian were friends.

#adrian chase #vigilante #peacemaker #dc comics #fanfic #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #adrian chase fanfiction #adrian chase fluff #i love this man so much he is my entire happiness it’s actually unhealthy

[sexualtensiongrowing21]

As the Sun Sets // Halloween // Part Five

TW: slight physical abuse

Part Six

Scarlets POV:

I haven't gone to the lake since that night with Theo. He hasn't said anything but I can tell he wants to. Behind his typical flirty demeanor there is a flash of sadness when he meets my eyes. I don't know what to say if he asks me about it though. How can I show him that I am okay? I don't need pity. I am stronger than he thinks. 

The dance is in a few hours and I am sitting on my four poster bed working on my alchemy project when Pansy bursts through the door. 

“You're not dressed yet? The dance starts soon and I want to have some punch before Blaise and Theo spike it with Ogdens." Pansy is wearing a tight square neck dress. She cleverly charmed devil horns on her head, her shoulder length black hair is curled and has a tail behind her magically swaying back and forth. 

“I was just finishing up one equation before the dance.” Closing my books and tucking the parchment inside I get up and flick my wand at myself. My hair is flowing down, some pieces pinned on the back of my head with a white bow. A charmed halo appeared above my head and angel wings on my back. The dress pansy chose for me is identical to her own, but white. 

“You look hot, Scar. These boys are going to go crazy tonight.” She is giddy as she pulls me out the door heading for the great hall. 

Standing by the door to the Great Hall is Blaise and Theo. Both in suits that match the red on Pansys dress perfectly. Magic horns on their heads as well but no tails, even with Pansys incessant begging. 

Blaise is talking to Adrian who is wearing a white tux with his own charmed halo atop his brown hair. Theo seems to be flirting with Padma who is dressed as a warrior princess. 

Whistling comes from Blaise and Adrian as me and Pansy walk down the stairs. I link my arms with Adrian as he snakes his arm around my waist and kisses me. “You look so sexy angel, though I am a little surprised you are willing to show so much skin.” He says while pulling back slightly to look me over.

My smile falters at Adrian's words. “I guess it is a little much for me, huh?” I mumbles looking down at my outfit. After some conversation, I look over to Pansy who is fussing with Blaise's suit jacket. Then I make eye contact with Theo who is behind Adrian, he has completely disregarded Padma's presence and is staring back at me. His face is flush and smiling at me. “I think you look great, Scarlet.” He then quickly looks back to Padma as she leads him to the dance floor.

After an hour it seems that more people are dancing. Though that could be from the help of Blaise and Theos little party gift in the punch bowl. Pansy is dancing with Blaise and… Luna? Storing that memory away for me to ask her about later.  I look around some more and I finally spot Theo. He's sitting at a table with Padma. His big hands are sliding up and down her toned leg while she whispers in his ear. An unwanted wave of jealousy washes over me as I walk over to where Adrian is. 

I place myself on his lap, kissing his cheek. “Are you having a good time?” I ask as my arms wrap around the back of his neck. He's tense, keeping his voice low so only I can hear him. “No Scarlet. I've been sitting here alone, while you're out there dancing like a slut for everyone to watch. It's bloody pathetic.” 

My face drops.. “What do you mean? I thought you liked my costume?” Sadness laces my voice as I look down at my dress and back to him. 

“That was before I watched every boy in here stare at you all night. Even your best friend. Nott hasn't stopped staring at you.” Adrian's voice grew angrier while his face morphs into disgust when he was talking about Theo.

“Me and Theo are just friends, it's not like that. You're the only person I want to be here with Adrian.” I try to grab his face again so I can kiss him, but instead he grabs my wrists, hard, and pushes me off of him. 

Landing flat on my arse, I look up to Adrian with a hurt expression on my face “Find me when you're done acting like a pathetic whore.” He sneers, giving me one final look of disgust as he storms out of the Great Hall leaving me sitting there alone, my wrists pulsating from the pressure that he had applied to them. 

Maybe Draco was right to skip the dance. With Theo all over Padma and the way Adrian reacted, I wish I would have stayed in with him. We have so much to accomplish in the upcoming months. Plus the meeting we have at home soon, we should really be working on the cabinet. 

I'm lost in thought, when I feel a pair of big hands wrap gently around my arm and help me up. “Care to explain why you're on the floor, love?” Blaise's voice snaps me from my trance as I turn to look at him. “Oh, uh. I fell. Silly me.” 

Blaise stare has always been a little intense. “Mhm. If that's so, why are you crying and your wrists red?” I look down, they do look red. “I uh. I--” He cuts me off, gently placing his hand around each wrist pulling me into his chest for a hug. “Tell your bloody boyfriend if he places his hands on you again, I'll kill him.” When he pulls away I look down at the ground in embarrassment.

Blaise has always been able to read me. Not that I was trying to hide it at the moment. “I’m sorry.” I whisper as Blaise's finger reaches under my chin and lifts my head up so my eyes meet his. “No need to apologize, love.” He wipes the tears off of my face and places a kiss on my forehead “You're free to come join me and Theo, if you want.” He offers. I look back over the brunette boy who is currently kissing Padmas neck. I politely decline. 

Blaise gives me a small smile and a slight nod. He doesn't have to say anything. Blaise has always teased me about having a crush on the tallest member of our group, though it was never confirmed. Until just now. 

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After my small talk with Blaise I excused myself from the Great Hall. As nice as the offer was to spend the rest of the night with my friends, I definitely did not want to sit there watching Theo get more and more handsy with Padma. So, that's how I found myself making my way to the seventh floor to where I know Draco will be. 

When I arrived at the Room of Requirement, Draco presented me with a letter addressed to both me and him from Cissy. He seems nervous, so I can only assume that whatever is written within the letter is awful news. 

With shaky hands I open the letter:

My dearest Draco and Scarlett, 

I trust this letter finds you both in good health and strong spirits. As you may be aware, we have some very important quests that will be staying with us for the time being. It is with utmost importance that I extend an invitation to you both, especially Scarlett to join our gathering at Malfoy Manor in five days' time.

I must stress that this special occasion is of the utmost importance. Please make the proper arrangements in order to arrive promptly. 

I am eager for your arrival and look forward to seeing you both again. 

With all my love and anticipation, 

Narcissa Malfoy

After reading the letter it did nothing but force us to work even harder knowing that we have a meeting with The Dark Lord. We spent what felt like hours working on this bloody cabinet, and I was tired. I decided to make my way back to my dorm to sleep, leaving Draco to continue alone. 

My body is sore from exhaustion and my wrist ached. When I open the door to my dorm I see movement from Pansys bed. It's dark, I can't make anything out, but she is definitely not alone. Quickly making my way back to the common room I decide to lay on the couch and wait out here until Pansy and her guests are done.  

“Mi Tesoro?” I hear a quiet voice from beside me on the couch. I sleepily look over, searching for the messy mop of brown hair.

“Mi Tesoro? Why are you laying out here?” Theo stands in his red suit by the hall to the boy common room with Padma standing awkwardly behind him, sending me a sheepish wave. 

Wiping the tired from my eyes I look back at him “Pansy has someone in our room. I was just going to wait out here.” Theo looks at me then turns to Padma and whispers something to her. I can see her face turn to a sad smile and she nods slightly before saying goodnight and making her way out of the common room. 

He walks up and stands in front of me, putting a hand out to me. “Come on. You can sleep in Draco's bed. He said he wasn't going to be back till morning. I am sure he wouldn't mind.” I look at him for a second. 

His hair is messy as someone was running their hands through it and there are love bites on his neck. Jealousy pulses through me , which quickly turns to sadness. “You didn't have to send her away for me. I could have slept on the couch out here.” Theo grows inpatient, grabs my wrists and pulls me off the couch. “You’re not sleeping out here. Plus, she understands.” 

I wince slightly but hold it back so he doesn't notice. He holds my hand while he leads me to his dorm. Once inside I get the familiar scent of limes and lavender. 

He leads me so I sit on his bed while he goes into his wardrobe and grabs a shirt for me to wear. “So. Are you going to tell me what happened? Adrian seemed upset when he left.” His voice is strained but he's smiling at me from the side of the room, a single curl falling into his face.

I groan into my hands but before I can come up with a lie, I feel the ghost of his large hands on my wrists. “Mi Tesoro, did I do this?” His voice is laced with guilt. I’m confused as to what he means, then I remember how he grabbed me to get me off the couch. 

Stifling a laugh and occluding a little harder I remove my hands and let them sit in my lap, playing with the hem of the shirt he handed me. 

“No, of course not.” I explain. Theo has always been gentle to me. He would never hurt me. He sits next to me on the bed now looking suspiciously at me. “You're occluding. Who did this to you?” 

I'm quiet for a couple seconds but I can tell he won't let it go until I tell him the truth. The real truth. I don't lie to Theo… Well. about most things. 

“He wasn't a fan of the attention I was getting with my costume.” I can't look at him. Embarrassment written all over my face. I can tell he is getting angry but I continue. 

“He said that I was asking for attention and that it was pathetic. That I am pathetic for dressing like a whore”  Now my own hand is ghosting over my wrist. “I was in an accident. He was just angry.” 

Looking down at my fingers running through the hem of the shirt “I bruise easy is all.”

When I finally find the courage to look up at him he's just staring at my hands. His jaw clenching so hard I’m scared his teeth will shatter. Slowly, he takes  my bruised wrists into his hand ever so carefully he pulls out his wand with his other hand and wordlessly heals the bruises on both wrists. Bringing up my wrist to his face he places a chaste kiss on each where the bruising once was. 

“You're not pathetic Scarlet.” He is looking at me now. His eyes are more green than I have seen them since I taught him to occlude. I give him a quiet thank you and head to the bathroom to change into the shirt he gave me. When he first gave it to me I had assumed it was one of Dracos. But this one is longer on me than Dracos usually are on me and smells like lime and lavender. 

Of Theo.

Once I changed and made it back into the room, he was facing away from me shirtless changing out of his halloween costume. I take a second to appreciate the muscle tone on his back. They way they flex while he reaches to button on his trousers. 

When I realize what he's doing I squeak out “I'm so sorry” causing him to turn around while I cover my eyes. ”I didn't know you were changing.” 

I hear a low laugh “You've seen me shirtless before, Mi Tesoro” I can feel the heat coming off my cheeks. Of course I have seen him shirtless, but he was undressing further when I walked in.

A few moments later I hear “All done.” The smugness in his voice causes me to blush more. I uncover my eyes and he's still shirtless, standing tall with black satin pajama bottoms hanging low on his hips. “You know, if you wanted to see me naked all you had to do is ask.” 

He's smirking at me running his long fingers through his brown locks. My eyes drop to his toned chest, watching the muscles strain with each movement. My face is redder than before, if that is even possible. 

Theo has changed alot since last school year. He is more defined, less thin as he was the years prior. There is a new scar along his stomach right above his belly button. There is also a thin line of hair leading into the hem of his trousers. Just barely, you can make out an outline there. 

I try my very best not to ogle too long. I bite my bottom lip slightly, walking slowly towards him, my eyes racking up and down his body. My heart is beating loudly in my chest. I put my hand out and placed it on the new scar on his stomach, tracing along it. He flinches slightly.

“Father wanted to teach me the proper way to use a knife. I wasn't able to heal it in time.” He says barely above a whisper, his breathing picks up. “I'm so sorry Theo. You don't deserve this.” Wrapping his long arms around me he pulls me into him he whispers “Neither do you Mi Tesoro.” 

We stayed there for a while. Just breathing each other in. Trying to heal all the trauma the other has endured with our embrace. Once he let go, I immediately missed his warmth. I snuggled up in Draco's bed but was engulfed in the smell of Theo.

#theo nott fanfiction #theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott x ofc #slytherin boys #ao3 #wattpad #Theo Nott #Theodore Nott #blaise zabini #Draco Malfoy #my fanfiction #fanfic

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DREAMCAR, the supergroup featuring members of No Doubt and AFI, are returning with their new Dream EP, out this Friday, April 5th.

Marking the band’s first new music since their self-titled 2017 debut, the three-track project features two “recently finalized” songs and a cover of David Bowie’s “Moonage Daydream.” Pre-save the EP here, and see the artwork and tracklist below.

Alongside the announcement, DREAMCAR — comprised of No Doubt’s Tom Dumont (guitar), Tony Kanal (bass), and Adrian Young (drums) along with AFI singer Davey Havok — have set an intimate warm-up show on May 10th in Los Angeles ahead of their appearance at Cruel World Festival.

[bigender-swag-battle]

LET THE BIGENDER SWAG BATTLE BEGIN

Here is the bracket! I tried my best to try and make the initial matches as fair as I could, but there's definitely a chance that I did not pair these very well due to my limited knowledge of how popular these franchises and characters are. Here is the list of matches with poll links. Current matches are above the cut, everything else is under it.

Here is the randomized redemption battle royale masterpost (currently ongoing)

Round 5 (date TBD)

Side A:

Princess Zelda/Sheik (The Legend of Zelda) VS Ena (ENA)

Side B:

Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon) VS Susato Mikotoba (Ace Attorney)

Round 4

Side A:

Princess Zelda/Sheik (The Legend of Zelda) VS Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran Highschool Host Club)

Ena (ENA) VS Vil Schoenheit (Twisted Wonderland)

Side B:

Jessie and James (Pokémon) VS Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon)

Juno Steel (The Penumbra Podcast) VS Susato Mikotoba (Ace Attorney)

Round 3

Side A:

Angel Devil (Chainsaw Man) VS Princess Zelda/Sheik (The Legend of Zelda)

Rui Kamishiro (Project Sekai) VS Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran Highschool Host Club)

Ena (ENA) VS Vflower (Vocaloid)

Vil Schoenheit (Twisted Wonderland) VS Cybersix/Adrian Seidelman (Cybersix)

Side B:

Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony) VS Jessie and James (Pokémon)

Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon)

Juno Steel (The Penumbra Podcast) VS Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai)

Susato Mikotoba (Ace Attorney) VS Jesse (Minecraft Story Mode)

Round 2

Side A:

Angel Devil (Chainsaw Man) VS Josuke Higashikata (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Byleth (Fire Emblem) VS Princess Zelda/Sheik (The Legend of Zelda)

Joker/Ren Amamiya (Persona 5) VS Rui Kamishiro (Project Sekai)

Teruki Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100) VS Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran Highschool Host Club)

Bugs Bunny (Looney Tunes) VS Ena (ENA)

Sora (Kingdom Hearts) VS Vflower (Vocaloid)

Vil Schoenheit (Twisted Wonderland) VS Alan Grant (Jurassic Park)

Cybersix/Adrian Seidelman (Cybersix) VS Amanda O'Neill (Little Witch Academia)

Side B April 30th, 12 PM EST:

Chihiro Fujisaki (Danganronpa) VS Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) VS Steven Universe (Steven Universe) VS Jessie and James (Pokémon)

Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Kakashi Hatake (Naruto)

Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) VS Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon)

Kurata Tome (Mob Psycho 100) VS Juno Steel (The Penumbra Podcast)

Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai) VS Wayne (Hylics)

Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard) VS Susato Mikotoba (Ace Attorney)

Prince Sebastian/Lady Crystallia (The Prince and the Dressmaker) VS Jesse (Minecraft Story Mode)

Round 1

Side B (April 4th, 12 PM EST):

Chihiro Fujisaki (Danganronpa) VS Raphael Hamato (Rise of the TMNT)

Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony) VS Spy (TF2)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) VS Steven Universe (Steven Universe)

Dr. Teeth and The Electric Mayhem (The Muppets) VS Jessie and James (Pokémon)

Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Bentham/Mr. 2 Bon Clay (One Piece)

Kakashi Hatake (Naruto) VS Marika/Radagon (Elden Ring)

Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) VS Sara Chidouin (Your Turn To Die)

Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon) VS Yuuga Aoyama (My Hero Academia)

Jadzia Dax (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) VS Kurata Tome (Mob Psycho 100)

Juno Steel (The Penumbra Podcast) VS Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Gen Asagiri (Dr. Stone) VS Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai)

G0z the Clown (Roblox Myths) VS Wayne (Hylics)

Kaoru Sakurayashiki/Cherry Blossom (Sk8 the Infinity) VS Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard)

Susato Mikotoba (Ace Attorney) VS Yuri Leclerc (Fire Emblem)

Hura Stapleton (The Office Type) VS Prince Sebastian/Lady Crystallia (The Prince and the Dressmaker)

Mr. Rowan Webb (The Worst Witch) VS Jesse (Minecraft Story Mode)

Round 1

Side A:

Eridan Ampora (Homestuck) VS Angel Devil (Chainsaw Man)

Josuke Higashikata (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) VS Getou Suguru (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Byleth (Fire Emblem) VS Sakura Haruno (Naruto)

Luz Noceda (The Owl House) VS Zelda/Sheik (The Legend of Zelda)

Mondo Owada (Danganronpa) VS Joker/Ren Amamiya (Persona 5)

Rui Kamishiro (Project Sekai) VS Mafuyu Asahina (Project Sekai)

Teruki Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100) VS Shiver (Splatoon)

Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran Highschool Host Club) VS Baji Keisuke (Tokyo Revengers)

Sephiroth (Final Fantasy VII) VS Bugs Bunny (Looney Tunes)

Ena (ENA) VS Basil (OMORI)

Sora (Kingdom Hearts) VS Kurapika Kurta (Hunter x Hunter)

Vflower (Vocaloid) VS Wocky Kitaki (Ace Attorney)

Vil Schoenheit (Twisted Wonderland) VS Ukyo Saionji (Dr. Stone)

Alan Grant (Jurassic Park) VS Tom (Eddsworld)

Amanda O'Neill (Little Witch Academia) VS Billie (Bigtop Burger)

Cybersix/Adrian Seidelman (Cybersix) VS Hinata Tachibana (Fabiniku/Life with an Ordinary Guy Who Reincarnated into a Total Fantasy Knockout)

Round 0

Side A:

Sollux Captor (Homestuck) VS Eridan Ampora (Homestuck)

Mondo Owada (Danganronpa) VS Kokichi Ouma (Danganronpa)

Shigeo "Mob" Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100) VS Teruki Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100)

Side B:

Kazuichi Souda (Danganronpa VS Chihiro Fujisaki (Danganronpa)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) VS Yoimiya (Genshin Impact)

Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Alex Louis Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist)

#added ID in alt text; i hope my description is okay because i feel like it might be too much to copy paste all of the matches into the ID #bigender swag battle #bsb announcements #tumblr bracket #tumblr tournament #bracket

[doing-something-unholy]

Father's Dream

Father Adrian has had some... interesting dreams here lately. But what could possibly be causing them?

CW // dubcon, cnc, monsterfucking, body horror, unreality? 

I am alone in the nave, tidying up after evening mass. The altar servers were already sent home, my vestments put away, and straightening up the last few misplaced hymnal books meant that I could leave too. But, not yet.

The atmosphere in the church at dusk is so calm and quiet, I take a few moments to breathe it in. The last rays of sunset set the stained glass windows alight, color beaming across the faint trails of incense smoke still drifting through the air. This church is my sanctuary, my second home, my passion project. One would hardly recognise it from the near-ruin it used to be in, and I couldn’t be more proud of the way this parish came together to restore it. I’ve spent so long in this building, so much of myself is poured into it: blood, sweat, and tears into everything here. It’s as close as I’ll ever come to Heaven on Earth, and I am grateful for the respite from the noise in my head within these walls. My soft footsteps are the only thing that breaks the silence as I walk back to the altar.

I place a reverent hand on the very edge, leaning down to place a soft, barely-there kiss to the cold stone before kneeling on the steps in front of it. I fold my hands together, resting on the edge of the altar, my head bowed between my arms. It's not the most comfortable spot or position to pray, but it feels apt. Maybe the strain in my muscles and the ache in my knees will keep any other thoughts out of my head. 

Which I can avoid no longer. Now that the church is empty, and I’m unlikely to be disturbed, I want to talk with Him.

“Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

Amen.”

My voice is barely a whisper, but it echoes off every wall and the effect is chilling: a whole choir of voices surrounding me, and I can only hope it's the voices of Saints and Angels, and not… well…

“Please, Oh Lord, lead me not into temptation. You know the strength of my spirit and I trust You not to test me to destruction, but… Please, I- I can't sleep. Deliver me from these… nightmares. Protect me from the demon that hides in my dreams, Lord. I submit to Your Glory and accept that I need Your divine intervention.”

My own whispers twist and echo back at me, like an audience discussing my ‘performance.’ 

I wish they were nightmares.

I wish I couldn’t say that for a brief moment, every morning I wake after one of those beau- Damned dreams that it is the most relaxed I’ve ever been. I wish I didn’t have to wake up loose-limbed and at-peace and smiling only to have it crash down around me as I remember who I’m supposed to be.

I wish I could say that I hated those dreams.

But even now, hazy images flicker through my mind, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks. And certainly nothing else rising. The guilt at thinking these things in a church, in my church, is almost too much. I’ve been staying up later and later to avoid sleeping, but someone is going to notice the growing bags under my eyes eventually. But mostly it’s the toll the stress has been taking on me. I’ve always been an anxious person, but I didn’t used to jump when parishioners knocked on my door. 

The shame is killing me, the eyes of God and His angels stare into me like red-hot brands, seeing the stain upon my soul. Hopefully He also sees how desperate I am for this to end, and I will be spared.

I stay in place for a long moment, willing the ache in my body to clear my head. It’s not as straining as I thought to sit like this, so I can stand to stay here as long as it takes to replace the thoughts in my head with the soreness of my knees. The church is so still and quiet, my eyes fall shut in silent prayer, breathing deeply and slowly. I don’t know how long I stay there, surrendered to the Lord.

I can hardly bear looking up toward the crucifix hanging on the back wall of the sanctuary. It's no sooner that I make eye contact with Christ that the hair on the back of my neck stands up.

I don't know how I know, but something in the air has shifted. I can't seem to move. Someone- no, something is behind me.

There's a faint whisper in my ear.

"Father…"

I turn suddenly, plastering myself against the altar, heart racing. There's no one there.

Obviously, I am being ridiculous, there can’t possibly be anyone there. There's no reason my heart should be leaping into my throat. Just an overactive imagination, I am jumping at nothing, again.

I'm glad I decided to opt for a clerical suit today instead of the cassock, I'd have made a fool of myself tripping over the skirts. I pick myself up off the step, embarrassed and ready to spend another sleepless night in my office, but I hardly get upright again when I can see movement towards the front door of the church.

The votive candles flicker, the flames guttering. They shouldn't be, there's no wind in here. My stomach drops when they go out entirely, the dim red glow from the windows and the few candles left on the altar behind me are the only lights in the church now.

For a long, tense moment, nothing happens and I think I might be able to just leave when there's a soft purring growl from behind me. 

Every muscle in my body tenses. 

I can't move, even when I can hear something huge shift its weight and the breath leaves my lungs when a large clawed hand lands softly on the back of my neck. The claws gently scrape my scalp as it drags its hand up through my hair. I shiver at the feeling of it, goosebumps breaking out on my arms. 

The hand abruptly grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back, making me gasp and look up to see an inhuman face peering down at me. 

A wicked grin reveals sharp teeth in it's short muzzle, two pairs of bright mischievous eyes staring down at me from under elegantly arched horns. The same gilded eyes that have haunted my wet dreams nightmares for weeks now. It must see the horrified recognition on my face, because it laughs, a rumbling chuckle that I'm mortified to realize makes my pulse pick up for the wrong reasons. 

“We finally meet face to face, Father, and you look so scared? You never seemed so off-put before.” It’s voice is a seductive purr, and it goes through me like fire. 

“L-let go of me. I c-command you to let go of me,” My voice comes out so much weaker than I hoped, “In- In nomine Pat– mmpph!”

A hand slaps down against my mouth, cutting me off. 

“Oh, don’t be like that, priest. Let me have my fun first.” There’s a grin in its voice as it watches me struggle to pull its hand away and wiggle out of its grasp. The grip in my hair slowly tightens until it hurts, making me cry out beneath the hand on my mouth. It’s only when I go limp, stop fighting that they- it, loosens up.

“What a quick learner. Good boy.” It leans down and whispers the last two words into my ear, and the effect is immediate and devastating. I can feel the pull of arousal in my gut, and goosebumps down my arms. It just laughs above me, this close to it I can feel its chest rumble.

“There we go, just like in your delicious dreams.” The hand comes away from my mouth, but before I can say anything it wraps around my throat instead. My breath catches as it puts just the slightest pressure on my neck, the claws little pin-pricks against the skin.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Father? This doesn't have to be so difficult, sweetheart…” Its voice vibrates against my ear and I can’t suppress a shiver. 

“No… p-please…” I feel pathetic for begging a demon to spare me, but there’s nothing else I can do. I don’t want this, I can’t want this, I can’t convince myself I don’t want this let alone convince them. 

It still has one hand in my hair and the other wrapped around my neck, and I yelp in surprise when I feel two more land on my waist and glide up and around to my chest. I can feel the thing smile against the side of my face, amused by my every reaction.

The hands pull until my back hits the altar, my head bracketed by the monster’s knees, and it’s only then I realize it has the audacity to sit, kneeling, on the altar. I’m so stunned and instantly angry I forget what vulnerable position my throat is in.

“How dare you desecrate my church, the very altar, you foul monster–” 

The grip on me tightens in an instant, claws pressing into but not breaking the skin of my neck and my hair nearly being ripped out. I can’t stop a pained whine from pouring out of me, I can’t even move my hands to try to pull away, the other two arms holding them down by my sides. 

There's a low, menacing growl behind me, and their voice is rough and dark when they speak, a dangerous edge to it.

“I strongly recommend you shut your mouth, Father. I don’t think you’re in any position to be casting stones about desecrating a church.” They finally loosen their grip on my hair just enough that my scalp isn’t screaming in pain, but I still can’t move my head. The grip on my arms shifts, they catch both of my wrists behind my back and their newly freed hand presses softly against my stomach and slowly drifts downward. I nearly sob when their hand closes around my clothed erection, palming me through the cassock. 

“What were you saying about desecration, Father? Dirty little priest, are you hard for this ‘foul monster’?” They move their hand slowly along my trapped length, the friction is maddening even though layers of fabric. I can’t speak, just taking shuddering breaths and praying this is over soon. 

“You were never this shy in your other dreams, Father. Nothing to say to me now? Do you want me to keep hurting you, you masochist?”

“No! Please, no. Stop touching me…”

“I’d probably be more convinced by that pathetic attempt at getting me to stop if your cock didn’t throb under my hand when I said that. I can read your desires like an open book, Father. Give in to me and I’ll fulfill every single naughty thing you’ve ever thought about late at night with your hand under those robes.”

It’s getting hard to think about anything other than how good their hand feels. I have to focus to keep from rutting my hips forward into their agonizingly slow rubbing. I must have taken too long to answer, because the next thing I know I’m being lifted into the air and pulled back onto their lap. My body is arranged how they want me, my legs spread wide outside of their thighs and my hands trapped between my back and their chest. 

"N- no, I can't- I won't! Let go of me!"

I can feel the laugh rumbling out of their chest, their hands holding me close to their body- oh God, they're almost twice my size. 

"Oh don't worry Father, I know you can't. You're not allowed to, are you? But that doesn't mean you don't want it." 

Their lower hands drift downward, broad palms flat against my thighs. They squeeze my thighs at the same time a hand on my chest finds my nipple and starts rubbing it through my clothes. I bite my lip to keep from making any noise, but the demon won't have that. There's a soft rumbling growl next to my ear and they start palming me through the cassock again, slow but firm. 

"I'll take care of you, better than God ever will. Just give in and submit."

It's torture, I can't stop the shudder that rips through me and the gasp from my mouth. My thighs are tight with the effort of not rolling my hips into the touch. The incense smoke is heavy in the air, the heady scent making my head spin. It's getting harder and harder to stifle my reactions, to not give this monster the satisfaction of watching me crumble at their every touch.

The other hand slips behind me, groping my ass before lifting my cassock and suddenly I can feel short soft fur against the back of my bare thighs. 

Wait- what happened to my clothes, this isn't what I was wearing- 

Their hands move over me, adjusting my positioning, and I can feel- oh God, no-

They laugh when they feel my weak struggling against their grip, all it does is grind my ass against their cock, making the both of us moan.

"I'll give you what you need, Father, what you've wanted for so long. I won't hurt you anymore than you want to be hurt." 

Their cock rests against my entrance and with a shocked groan I can feel myself open for them, suddenly dripping wet like a cunt. Then it's pressing inside me and my mouth falls open at the feeling of being stretched. The demon presses in so slowly I can feel every inch of their thick cock spearing me open. They moan in delight, a purr rumbling up from their chest when they're pressed fully inside me. I can't do anything but hang limp in their grasp, panting heavily.

I can’t move or think, consumed by the feeling of the massive cock stretching me out. Mercifully they haven't moved yet, just gently arranging me to sit comfortably in their lap and caressing my thigh and chest. I can feel their smug purring through my back, their nose nuzzling through my hair and along the back of my neck. A forked tongue laves over the back of my neck, I break out in goosebumps as they slowly move down one side of my neck, licking and kissing. I pull my head away, refusing to allow the display of affection from this… thing. I can feel it’s disapproval, it’s lip curling in a silent snarl next to my face.

“Oh Father, would you rather I not kiss you? I thought you would appreciate a little romance, but you really do just want me to treat you like a cheap whore, don’t you?” Their voice has a dangerous edge to it, are they genuinely upset by my rejection?

“We’ll just get on with it then,” they purr into my ear as their hands move my body where they want it. 

A hand on my lower back and another on my throat push and pull in tandem to force me to bend in an arch, the movement rocking my hips over the cock inside me and sending sparks up my spine. The demon uses its new leverage to pull almost all the way out, and it pushes back in just as slow as the first time, letting me feel how much my body has to stretch around. I can’t let it hear me, I refuse to humiliate myself further, so I press my lips together to keep my mouth shut. Each slow thrust makes me shake and my breath comes heavy through my nose, but I can’t make any noise-

The demon pulls me back onto its cock with a hand on my hip and the change in angle makes the next thrust drag across something inside me that makes me see stars. I forget entirely where I am and what I’m doing, my mouth flies open with a shameless moan. Instantly my face is on fire, but I don’t have time to think about my shame because the demon’s thrusts speed up and start targeting that exact spot. Each one lights me up, driving all other thoughts out. I’m distantly aware of the pitiful little noises I keep making, but I can’t do anything other than hang on for the ride. It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before, being stretched out and fucked mercilessly and each thrust hitting something incredible inside me… it’s almost too much to handle.

“There we go, that’s what you needed, isn’t it, Father?” The monster’s head rests on my shoulder, speaking into my ear. I can’t answer anymore, I feel like I'm coming apart at the seams, the intense sensation and incense smoke have me so dizzy. Is the room really spinning? It shouldn’t be, I know it can’t actually be. There shouldn’t be this much smoke in the air, mass ended ages ago… The whole sanctuary looks unfamiliar, the altar and nave warped together into one massive alcove with velvet curtains and gilded candelabras and enormous stained glass windows that bathe the both of us in blood-red light. The architecture in the room pulses like a heartbeat- in time with my heartbeat, like the ornate vaulted ceiling and pillars and carvings can’t decide what they're supposed to look like. Or maybe it’s me, my vision swimming as I lose focus on reality itself.

Looking up isn’t any better, the monster behind me seems to have changed too. Shadowed shapes flutter above us, I almost think they’re wings until it clicks into place- hands. Dozens and dozens of shadowy arms pour out of their back in the shape of wings. A tarnished, cracked ring hovers above the back of their head, spikes emanating from it at regular intervals as it spins lazily. I can’t look at any of it for too long, my eyes refuse to focus and slide off like water off a duck, leaving motion-trail after-images in my mind. 

I close my eyes to avoid the worst of it, whining and laying my head back on the soft fur behind me. One of my hands finds a horn above me and I hang on just to have something to anchor myself to.

My hips move on their own now, meeting each thrust from the demon. A coil tightens in my stomach, something building to a knife’s edge inside me. It doesn’t even occur to me to stop, solely focused on chasing that pleasure. Then that rumbling laugh comes again in my ear, and I remember where I am all at once with a keening whine. I still can’t stop myself from rocking backwards onto the thick cock, but now there’s a white-hot streak of shame burning in me, and I’m horrified to realize that it makes the arousal and lust burn hotter, too.

“You’re so close, aren’t you, Father? Ready to cum for me?” The demon taunts. Their voice sharpens suddenly, their hand tightening around my throat, “Don’t you fucking dare. Not until you admit how much you love this, how good it makes you feel. Give in and say ‘yes’ to me, Father.”

I'm too breathless to speak, just a keening whine escaping me.

"No, please… I can't…"

I can't think, I can hardly breathe, too dizzy and overwhelmed to focus on fighting back or arguing. And the demon knows it, their voice a seductive purr in my ear.

"Don't be so difficult. You want this, Father."

"N-no, no…"

A hand creeps around to palm my cock through the cassock, I jerk in their grasp and sob at the pleasure of it.

"There, is that better? Say yes, sweetheart."

I can't- I can't move my mouth around the words anymore, oh God-

"Father…"

Please, I can't- I won't- I shouldn't…

"Father?"

Another pitiful whine, I can feel my resolve slipping.

"Father, are you alright?"

Oh God… y-

"Father!"

There's a hand on my shoulder, shaking me awake. My heart lurches in my chest, I jerk awake so suddenly I nearly jump off the floor.

I'm laying on the step in front of the altar, heart hammering and a concerned altar server hovering over me. Sunrise weakly peeks through the windows. The nave is as it was, no warped architecture or demonic influence.

"Father? Are you okay?"

"...No, I'm sorry, I… must have fallen asleep here last night. I haven't been sleeping well."

Every movement aches, my entire body is stiff and sore, and no wonder if I spent all night on the steps. I pull myself upright, wincing in horror at the warm, wet feeling across the front of my pants, thankful they're dark enough to hide the stain.

The altar server just stares at me, I can’t bear to meet their eyes and see the pity there.

They insist on canceling Mass to 'let me rest,' concerned I may be sick. I'm going to let them believe that, too exhausted and ashamed to argue. I find myself back in the rectory in a daze, re-dressed in casual clothes and dreading the heaviness I can feel pulling at my eyelids. 

I put myself to bed in a haze, rosary wrapped around my wrist and clutching my bible to my chest like a shield. I intended to read it, but I no longer have the energy for it, already drifting off despite my best efforts not to. 

I pray I can rest, I pray the Lord will shelter me, that I may sleep in His peace. 

Amen…

#hierophilia #priest kink #terato #nsft #father speaks #i had an original text posts tag but fuck if i remember it #its 2 am bec i got distracted playing sims and now my brain is fried goodnight lmao #art

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About Me

Hi, I'm Adrian. I’m a friendly, nerdy, music-loving proudly bisexual trans guy from NY. Mid-20s. He/him. 👋☺️

Here’s a pic of me 3 years post-op top surgery, aka my excuse to post a shirtless selfie lol.

I have a bunch of side blogs dedicated to my various niche interests but this is my main blog. I mostly post about music, tech, art, video games, fashion, and queer stuff. Anyone is welcome to follow, though you will get blocked if you give off bad vibes (no bigots or assholes.)

I’m trying to find more blogs to follow so if I randomly followed you, it’s likely because I got recommended to your blog and/or I just think you’re a cutie. ☺️

If you're an ally of trans people and you have the means, check out this post and consider donating to one of the groups mentioned. Thank you!

Read more about my interests and stuff below:

Interests

-Tech 👨‍💻: I'm an aspiring software engineer, currently working a job where I help folks with tech issues while I continue my search for a software engineer job. I recently got my bachelor's degree in computer science, planning to go for my master's. I like all sorts of nerd stuff like web development, retro tech, tech history, and more. I’m skeptical of tech bro-y trends (many AI/web3 projects) and the tech industry in general. Ethics and privacy are important!

-Queer stuff 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈: I came out as bi and trans in 2015, been on testosterone since 2017 (I do a neat form of T called “testopel”), got top surgery and medical tattooing on my nipples, had my name and gender changed. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out. I like learning about LGBTQ+ history and feel very connected to the community. Pro-kink, anti-exclusion, pro-solidarity.

-Music 🎵: I’m a metalhead/emo/pophead multiclasser. My fave genres are metal, emo, post-hardcore, pop punk, pop, europop, hyperpop, EDM, digital hardcore, dark wave, classical stuff. I love going to concerts and I've been playing the piano since I was a kid.

-Art: I collect pins, patches, stickers, and art. I follow a ton of artists online and enjoy going to conventions for art. I especially love bara. 💪🐻

-Video games: Metal Gear Solid, Red Dead Redemption, Baldur’s Gate 3, The Sims, Super Monkey Ball, Call of Duty, Hitman, Half-Life, Rimworld, Civilization V, Dangan Ronpa, and more. I like hot video game men.

-Movies: Hackers, American Psycho, Ocean’s Eight, Jennifer’s Body, Charlie’s Angels, Elvira, The Devil Wears Prada, Legally Blonde, Die Hard, Sky High, Twilight, the 2002 live action Scooby Doo lol. Anything campy, fun, and spooky/sci-fi/action/girlboss.

-Cowboys 🤠

-Vampires 🧛

-Cats (especially Garfield)

-Bears (the animal and the men)

-Drag

#i've been on tumblr for a while but never made an intro post #so here it is #about me #me #introduction #ftm #trans guy #transgender #bisexual #web developers #software developers #gay #mlm #posts #gay trans man #achillean

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NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch:    “Body Stitchers”

The basics:  Alleged artists and confirmed killers the Body Stitchers are back.

Written by:  Adam G. Key & Frank Military

Adam George Key co-wrote "Monster" with Frank Military, "Searching" with Kyle Harimoto and “Land of Wolves” with Justin Kohlas.  Key also played LAPD Officer Harrison in four episodes in seasons 11 and 12.

Military wrote or co-wrote "Little Angels", "Deliverance", "Lockup", "The Job", "Greed", "Betrayal", "Crimeleon", "Vengeance", "Out of the Past" Part One, "Rude Awakenings" Part Two, season four’s finale "Descent", season five’s premiere "Ascension", "Allegiance", "Spoils of War", "Black Budget", "SEAL Hunter", "Rage", "Unspoken", "Unlocked Mind", "Revenge Deferred", "The Seventh Child", "Crazy Train", "Uncaged", "The Silo", "Monster", "Line in the Sand", season ten opener "To Live and Die in Mexico", "The Patton Project", "Better Angels", "False Flag", "A Bloody Brilliant Plan", "Code of Conduct" "Raising the Dead", "Through the Looking Glass", "Indentured" and “Down the Rabbit Hole”. 

He also appeared as Donald Kessler in "Raising the Dead" and several other episodes in photos.

Directed by:  Suzanne Saltz directed "Outside the Lines", "Murder of Crows", "Sundown" and “MWD”.

Guest stars of note:  Alicia Coppola as FBI Senior Special Agent Lisa Rand, Rob Nagle as Albert “Al” Barrington/Plague Doctor, Tobias Jelinek as Bobby Griffin/Wolf, Matt Kelly as Justin Tucker/Clown are all back from “Monster” - that delightful Easter Sunday season nine episode.  Teya Patt as Cindy Ferguson/Faceless Mask replaces Kerrie Blaisdell who played this role in “Monster”.  Richard Gant as Raymond Hanna is back from “Game of Drones”.  JD Cullum as FBI Forensic Psychologist Mark Collins, Derrick A. King as Michael Jeffries, Adrian Elizondo as Philip Guerrero and Antony Del Rio as Alexander Hughes.

Our heroes:  Try, try, try again.

What important things did we learn about:

Callen:  Away on assignment – he always misses these wacky Body Stitchers. Sam:  Pulled away from the case for a terrorist threat in San Pedro. Kensi:  Not thrilled to be dealing with Cindy Ferguson again.    Deeks:   Not thrilled by any of this. Fatima:   Working late. Rountree:   Heard about the Body Stitchers case in the Academy. Kilbride:  Wants the team to stop whining about losing the bad guys the first time and get them this time.

What not so important things did we learn about:

Callen:   Absent. Sam:   Cleaning up after Arkady in Sam’s own backyard. Kensi:    Working with Agent Rand for a lot of the episode. Deeks:   Working with Sam for a lot of the episode. Fatima:   In charge of freeing the Body Stitchers almost victim. Rountree:  Catches a Body Stitcher on his own. Kilbride:  Warns the team that they can help on this case as long as NCIS doesn’t need them.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange?  No mention today.

Who's down with OTP:   Not a lot of OTP time today.

Who's down with BrOTP:  Not a BrOTP episode either.

Fashion review:   Black, long-sleeve tee for Sam.  Kensi has on a wine-colored long-sleeve v-neck tee.  Deeks wears a very pale blue/nearly grey henley.  Fatima is wearing a purple turtleneck.  Rountree has on a charcoal grey pullover sweater under a denim jacket with a leather collar.  Admiral Kilbride is in his usual three-piece suit with a pale blue dress shirt and a blue tie with a darker blue paisley tie.   

Music:   “Gravy Train” by Lettuce is playing while Raymond is having breakfast.

Any notable cut scene:   None today.

Quote:  Sam:  “I'm just a government employee.  Explain it to me.” Ferguson:  “He's a great master, like Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, Renoir.  These humans who changed the world with their imagination and a pencil.” Sam:  “So Vincent is a master artist?” Ferguson:  “Yeah, Vincent, like Vincent van Gogh.  Uh... You know?” (mimics cutting her ear) Sam:  “Yeah.” Ferguson:  “He's the great master behind the bodies.  It's his vision.  We're just his apprentices, learning the art.” Sam:  “The art of sewing bodies together?” Ferguson:  “God. Isn't it beautiful?”

Anything else:    Lots of previously-s from “Monster”.  And the weirdos are back doing weirdo things.  This time with extra self-importance.

Raymond is having breakfast, listening to tunes when Sam walks in with a cigar butt.  Raymond feigns ignorance but there are four others in the backyard.  Raymond starts to call Callen – obviously an investigation must be started.  When told Callen is out of town, Raymond suggests bumping it up to the SecNav.  Seems the cigars don’t belong to Raymond – he doesn’t smoke.  But Arkady does.  Raymond made a friend not to Sam’s liking.  The family fun is interrupted by a call – Sam’s being called to the office.  Leaving, Sam bars Arkady from the house.

Rountree is waiting as Kensi walks into the office.  Agent Rand from the FBI called.  Kensi speaks highly of Rand and asks why Rand called.  Rountree tells her about the “legendary” case while he was in the Academy about killers who make Frankenstein monsters out of their victims.  There was scuttlebutt Rountree heard about another agency being involved in the case.  Kensi said they were all in a dark place after the case.

Up in Ops, Kensi and Rountree join Deeks and Fatima.  Agent Rand is on the big screen.  In a different Zoom box is Special Agent Zachary Collins from the BAU.  The FBI heard the group is back in LA.  Rand sends Fatima some pictures from a the “Body Stitchers” last crime scene.  It freaks Fatima out a little and Rand apologizes. 

Rountree asks for a motive.  Collins explains the killers think they are creating some kind of art and make money selling the event as art on the dark web.  The money gives the killers the freedom to move around largely undetected.  Collins thinks the motive is also sexual – the killers meshed violence and sex together as young people and are acting on it. 

The Body Stitchers have been seen in the US, Central and South America.  The FBI has gotten close several times but just missed.  Deeks asks why.  Collins tells the group – including an arriving Admiral Kilbride that the killers aren’t stupid.  They set up, do their thing and move on.  They avoid common ports of entry and regularly purchase new identities on the dark web.

The Admiral puts his foot down – this is not a military related action, the OSP’s involvement will be limited.  If NCIS needs the team or a team member, they’re out of the case.  Rand is fine with that – the OSP is the only agency ever to interact with the killers.  As advisors or part of the task force, the FBI wants NCIS to offer whatever they can.  Kensi tells the Admiral the case is unfinished business for the team.  No, it is unfinished business for the FBI, he replies.  Deeks brings up Lt. Commander Weir but Lt. Commander Weir was a random crime victim and not killed because of his service.  Kensi brings up how he was killed and the Admiral relents – NCIS will be mildly involved.  Rand is grateful. 

Sam, Kensi and Deeks arrive at the crime scene.  Rand is there with the dead guy and Collins from BAU.  Collins introduces himself as Mark Collins which is weird since he was Zachary Collins about five minutes ago.  Sam asks when did the FBI figure out the killers were back in LA.  Rand explains a woman named Staci Campbell was murdered.  Suspect Michael Jeffries got a text with photo of all the body parts used to sew the “art” together.  Sam notices freezer burn on the dead people’s shoulder.  That makes sense to Collins – if they don’t have enough parts to sew together, the killers have to preserve the parts they do have.

Kensi asks about Jeffries, who is in custody but there isn’t much to hold him.  He’ll likely be cut lose in a few hours since a judge turned down their warrant request to search Jeffries’s apartment.  He was only seen with the dead woman a few hours before her death – that’s not enough.  Sam, Deeks and Collins are off to interview Jeffries, Kensi and Rand are teaming up.

Just after the men leave, a young female FBI agent has something to show Kensi and Rand.  There was a locked room, now opened.  Inside are a lot of dead bodies.

While Collins is interviewing Jeffries in interrogation, Sam is in the main room of the boatshed talking about how the four people in the case lied right to his face.  They killed people and sewed them back together.  “And we had them.”   The Admiral arrives and wants Sam to stop “wallowing in the fact that you missed something” and tell him what Sam learned.

Sam said the killers knew exactly how to manipulate the investigation.  Deeks chimes in that the killings themselves, the planning, the execution – “the intelligence was off the charts.”  They did not present themselves as smart.  Collins joins the group.  Jeffries knows the FBI and NCIS have nothing so he’s going to be released soon.  Sam asks about Jeffries, who doesn’t really work, just short-sells stock online.  He has no connection to the killers, just lives in the same building as murder victim Staci Campbell.

Fatima pops up on the plasma to connect Kensi and Rand.  The only person to see Campbell and Jeffries together is the super in their share apartment building.  They are going over to interview the super now. 

The Admiral tells Sam and Deeks to remember who they are, put the past in the past and “get this thing done.” 

In interview, Deeks just stares across the table at Jeffries while Sam sits near the door.  Jeffries is about to speak when Sam tells him to “hold that thought.”  Deeks talks about the smell of the sea around them, the ocean breeze and how these things hide a cold, hard truth.  Jeffries tells them he did not kill Campbell.  They were neighbors but he never touched her.

That’s not the truth, Sam tells Jeffries.  Deeks explains that Jeffries is surrounded by frustrated and angry agents from several government agencies.  “We’re hungry and you’re the only thing on the menu,” Sam says.  Jeffries is keeping up – the kitchen is closed, he didn’t kill Campbell.  Deeks brings up his connection to the killers, killers who executed a member of the US Navy.  That’s federal lock-up. 

Sam pushes the idea that they have proof that Jeffries has provided financial assistance to the killers.  Jeffries admits he’s a fan – “people love true crime and serial killers.”   He though the body parts came from grave robberies or morgues.  He didn’t think they were being killed for the art.

Outside Jeffries’s apartment building, Kensi and Rand approach Phillip Guerrero, the super.  He’s trimming some hedges in the building’s courtyard.  He liked Campbell, “good tenant, nice girl.”  Guerrero saw Campbell and Jeffries walk into the courtyard.  They were chatting about food delivery people leaving too many menus by the mailbox area.  As the conversation goes on, Guerrero brings up “Mrs. Jeffries”.  Rand thinks wife but it actually Jeffries’s mother.  She’s in bad health – an invalid after a partial stroke a month ago.  Guerrero drops off food deliveries from time to time – he likes her.

There is no response from Mrs. Jeffries after they knock on the door.   Guerrero lets himself in to see if she’s OK.  While he’s looking around, Kensi checks in with Rountree.  He’s trying to chase the killer’s money but it all leads to offshore accounts which are dead ends.  As Rountree finishes, Guerrero runs from the apartment, horrified and unable to breathe.  Kensi and Rand enter the apartment.  They find Mrs. Jeffries in the bathtub.  Kensi and Rand flee the premises when they get a whiff of sulfuric acid fumes.

Outside, Kensi provides the team an update.  The building has been evacuated due to the health concerns around sulfuric acid.  Guerrero breathed in too much and is getting treated.  Kensi assures everyone she and Rand ran out as soon as they understood what was in the air.  Collins notes that sulfuric acid is easy to find so tracing its purchase will be tough.  This fact annoys Sam. 

A titanium knee pretty much identifies the woman in the bathtub as Mrs. Jeffries.  Collins offers the idea that Jeffries killed her because she had incriminating info on her son.  This doesn’t work for Rand.  Based on the lack of damage to the bathtub, Mrs. Jeffries is likely dead only 12-hours.  Jeffries has been in custody for over a day.

Sam, Deeks and Collins ask Jeffries about his mother, why he didn’t mention an older, sick woman alone in his apartment while he was in custody.  Sam tells Jeffries his mother is dead and he seems genuinely surprised. 

Jeffries blames Collins for his mother’s death.  The killers would know the Feds were in town while they were planning their show.  He had a ticket to go but couldn’t because he was in custody.  The killer thought he was selling them out and since they couldn’t kill him, they killed his mother as a message.  Collins thinks Jeffries’s mother knew he killed Campbell and he paid someone to kill his mother.  Jeffries is willing to trade info on the dark web he has about the show for witness protection.

Rountree gets to the Body Stitchers’s website on the dark web.  It’s been cleaned out but they access to the e-mail server and will be able to track the killers to their next website.  Kensi calls in with Rand.  Mrs. Jeffries right hand was sawed off before she was put in the acid bath. 

Fatima found the new website with a new live video going out shortly.  Everything is password protected but she’s working her way in.  In the live stream, everything is set up but nobody is there.  The stream is coming from an abandoned movie theater in Woodland Hills. 

As the team is about to leave, a terrorist warning come in based on an OSP case in San Pedro.  The Admiral has to send something to deal with San Pedro since it is an NCIS priority.  Sam goes.  Deeks and Collins are off to Woodland Hills. 

Kensi, Deeks, Rountree and Fatima pull up with Rand and Collins leading the FBI.  SWAT is on their way but not expected for 30-minutes.  The teams can’t wait and enter the theater.   There are 16-theaters.  Everyone breaks off to clear their own theaters.  Fatima and Rountree are in five, Kensi is in theater six.  Deeks enters a theater on his own.  He’s worried the place is too big – too many places to hide.  He starts looking around as one of the FBI agents notes the comms in the theater barely work.

Outside of theater seven, Rand find the group at theater eight.  Kensi and Collins are on their way.   A shot is fired during the “art” event, dropping one of the killers on the stage.  Rand is as surprised as the killers.  She yells FBI and seems stunned that everyone runs.  One of the killers, Barrington, is chased by the young FBI agent who showed the team the dead bodies earlier in the episode.  Barrington drops his knife in his right hand but has a really small boxcutter in his left palm.  When the FBI agent tries to cuff the killer, he stabs her in the throat just as Collins arrives.  As Barrington flees, Collins calls for an EMT.

The young agent claims she’s fine so Collins goes after Barrington.  In a hallway, he runs into Deeks.  The two startle the hell out of each other.  They search as a team for Barrington.

In the theater, Fatima is having the planned victim released from the board he is strapped to with the help of the FBI.  Another FBI agent removes the mask of the dead killer – it is Bobby Griffin.  Everyone wonders who shot him.

Kensi finds Cindy Ferguson trying to escape and quickly cuffs her.  “You’re not getting away, again,” Kensi tells her.

Justin Tucker, the fourth killer, runs right to where Rountree is searching.  Tucker pulls out a big knife, which Rountree insists he drop.  An elevator ping and opens, giving Tucker a way to escape.  Rountree tries to get to the elevator before the door closes but doesn’t make it.  On comms, he warns everyone that Tucker taking the elevator down.  Collins says he’s nearby but the elevator barely moves before Tucker shuts it down.

Outside the elevator, Rountree and Rand try to talk Tucker into surrendering.  Rand demands a cellphone.  He wants to speak to Vincent, the last living master.  Rountree and Rand have no idea what he’s talking about.

Deeks is in a projection room when he hears Collins call “Agent down.”  Deeks finds Collins, who says Barrington stabbed him in the neck.  With the comms are failing, Deeks goes after Barrington when Collins says he’s alright.  Deeks finds a fire exit and starts making his way down.

In the theater where all the killing was going to go on, Fatima with Kensi and Deeks are talking to Alexander, the man who nearly was killed.  She has photos on her phone of the Body Stitchers and Alexander recognizes a few of them but wonders why they don’t have a photo of the main guy – “Master”. 

Cutting a deal, Tucker will come back to the NCIS/FBI floor and turn himself in if he can speak to Vincent.  He does go to the NCIS/FBI floor where he cuts his own throat in front of the NCIS and FBI teams.

Kensi has a very tough talk with Ferguson, who the FBI dropped off at the boat shed.  Ferguson doesn’t know Michael Jeffries but she’s not interested in talking to Kensi.  Talking to Kensi takes time away from the beautiful places like the Taj Mahal and not the prison cell she will call home for the rest of her life.

Out in the main room of the boatshed, Sam is back with Deeks, Rand and Collins.  The reason to call Sam away was a paperwork issue.  Collins doesn’t think Ferguson will offer up anything – she’s too committed.  While they have to cut Jeffries loose – no real reason to hold him – Jeffries lawyered up and the lawyer wants him in witness protection.  Deeks thinks that’s the next best thing to having him in custody.  Sam wants a chance to speak to Ferguson.

Ferguson remembers Sam.  He asks to speak to her without Kensi and Kensi is happy to leave.  Reintroducing himself, Sam tells Ferguson she’s being turned over to the FBI.  Ferguson doesn’t care and Sam knows that – because she’s “stupid.”  Ferguson doesn’t like that.  She really doesn’t like when Sam tells her Vincent is in custody and spilling everything he knows.  He gets time off any sentence for every crime he helps the FBI solve – crimes that will put her in prison for decades.  Ferguson doesn’t believe him but Sam says it is a done deal.

Sam would like to Ferguson explain the whole idea of Vincent being her master.  He isn’t her master, Ferguson explains, they aren’t a “cheesy cult.”  Vincent is a great master like DaVinci or Michelangelo – a great artist like Vincent Van Gogh.  Ferguson shows off her ear and pretends to cut it off.  She is an apprentice to a great master learning their art.  It is “affecting” and Sam agrees – he’ll never forget what they did.  Ferguson goes on about their art making them immortal, gods and how they’d die for Vincent.

At home, Sam is enjoying a nice dinner with his father.  Raymond jokes that he’s cooking great meals hoping it will keep him in Sam’s house.  There’s a WBA middleweight fight that night – Sam thinks the two of them should watch together but Raymond has other plans.  A honking horn outside the house is Arkady, who knows he isn’t allowed to come inside.  Raymond is off to play poker and drink some fine whiskey.  Sam isn’t happy about this.  Raymond is annoyed – he’s happy, he has a friend and someplace fun to go.  He plans to live whatever days he has left as full a life as he can have.  Raymond hits up Sam for a few hundred dollars – he’s joking.

Just after Raymond leaves, Rand calls.  She’s sure they missed something.  Jeffries’s mother was dead for at least 48-hours based on the blood lividity tests.  He killed her – Jeffries wasn’t in custody at that time.  And if he removed his mother’s hand, he’s part of the Body Stitchers.  Sam wants another crack at Jeffries, who is being taken to an FBI safehouse in San Diego by Collins.   Sam calls with an apology to Fatima but he needs her help.  She has Kaleidoscope searching the cameras around the theater.  They are looking for video of Barrington leaving. 

Saying “Dementia can eat my shorts,” Raymond returns home with a large wad of cash.  He throws it to Sam, who was snoozing in the living room.  When Raymond leaves for bed, Fatima texts Sam – “You need to see this.”

There is video of Barrington leaving the theater through a back door.  There is someone wearing a dress shirt holding the door open for Barrington.  A flashback shows a wounded Collins getting up and letting Barrington out of the theater.

In a car, Collins is joined with Barrington, who is sure the entire state of California is looking for him.  Collins tells Barrington he updated the killer’s profile saying Barrington is likely to return to his home in Orlando.  Collins plans to have him on a beach half-way around the world.

Sam contacts Rand with questions about Collins.  Rand met Collins during the Body Stitchers case.  He’s profiled many serial killers, a logical addition to the team. 

In Collins’s car, Jeffries joins Barrington and Collins with a “gift from his mother, I thought she could give us a hand” – it’s a cooler.  Collins is relieved they got rid of the amateurs – Griffin, Tucker and Ferguson – who were only going to get them caught.  Another flashback shows Collins killing Griffin from the theater’s projection room. 

The plan is for Barrington and Jeffries to lay low for a good long time.  Collins gives them envelopes with new identities and $10,000.  There will be more cash when needed.  Down the road, they will reunite and change their art.  Make a body with three arms, five legs and a head growing out of its stomach.  “What would Picasso or Dali do?”

Rand tells Sam that Collins and Jeffries never made it to the safe house in San Diego – they were due hours ago.  She’s worried something happened to Collins.  Reviewing Collins’s interrogation of Jefferies, Sam sees Collins run his hand through his hair and showing Jeffries his ear.  Sam flashes back to Ferguson and her Vincent Van Gogh remarks.  Sam tells Rand that Collins is Vincent. 

What head canon can be formed from here:  “Monster” was a really well done episode that was also a one and done hour.  No need to stop on USA or ION when you see it is rerunning there.  It was clever (if disgusting) and rarely does the team get beaten by the bad guys at the end.  There was also the introduction of Spencer Williams and all that would unfold in the Mosley storyline.

This wasn’t that.  A little lighter on the gore, though only a little, a lot more muddled in the storytelling.  Hated the idea that what we thought were these clever psychopaths were actually just lemmings following a serial killer who was working for the FBI.  It takes away the accomplishment of the “Monster” episode.

Always happy to see Rand but Collins (with three names here – Zachary, Mark and eventually Vincent) was going to be one of two things – the red-shirted member of the team or one of the killers. 

Did like the Sam and Raymond storyline bracketing the episode.  Raymond putting his foot down about living his life the best he can as long as he can was good to see.  Sam has his father’s best interests at heart but Raymond lived a long life and planned to enjoy what he had.

Also liked that Rountree learned about the case in the FBI Academy.  A reminder how much younger he is than the rest of the team that participated in the case.

Kudos to Callen who missed both of these episodes with the Body Stitchers. 

Episode number:     The third episode of season 14.  Episode 305 overall.

#NCIS: Los Angeles Rewatch #NCIS: Los Angeles #NCIS Los Angeles #NCIS: LA #ncis la #Youtube

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I have decided

I have decided that i will redesign all of my Lemon Demon OCs and post them here. I have A LOT of them, for I've been a fan of LD's music since 2018. I think my earliest LD character was made in 2021 though, so hang tight. This is gonna take a while.

after a quick count, I have determined that I have [19] Lemon Demon OCs. That's a lot. I may have even more than that... I will edit this is if I find any more in my huge collection of sketchbooks.

Here are their names. This is the list I must complete. I will mark an X in each bubble after I have finished redesigning them.

Raia (Atomic Copper Claw) []

Diablo (Sunbeam Light Show Flower Seed) []

Blair Tilde (Fancy Pants Manifesto) []

Stanley (Modify) []

Otis (One Weird Tip) []

Freddie (Paired with Otis, made him as a companion) []

Reuben (Action Movie Hero Boy) []

Adrian (Jaws) []

Aurora (Aurora Borealis, her original design was made for me by a friend) []

Sunny (What's In The Toaster/Lifetime Achievement Award) []

Baylee (Spiral Of Ants) []

Elton (SOA, Baylee's companion) []

Humboldt (Nothing Worth Loving Isn't Askew) []

Annie/"Incline" (Eighth Wonder/Knife Fight, sister of Humboldt) []

Veery (View-Monster []

Raja (I've Got Some Falling To Do) []

Kitten (not named yet, Kitten Is Angry) []

Thorn (Lemon Demon, the song) []

Dagger (Thorn's companion, the Lime Angel) []

Merchant (Pumpkin Pie) []

Once I am done with this, I will draw/redesign all of my Tally Hall OCs, and after that I'll do my TMBG OCs. I'm going to attempt to complete this project by the time school starts (Sep. 5). Wish me luck! -Ivan

#ivan speaking #redesigning ivan's ocs that he has amassed over the years #oc posting #lemon demon ocs

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I diagnose you with hot

Inumaki, Junpei

Person on a train reading a book hot

you're totally their type. well, you're not. but that's what the passenger across from you is thinking as you sit there, completely oblivious. you're mysterious, and serene, and look so natural sitting there on the train they think your feet might be bolted to the floor the way the chairs and safety rails are. you're in your own world, you're reading something with an intriguing title, and without even knowing it passengers are praying for some reason that you'll look up and ask for their number. you don't, of course. and they don't ask for yours, either. how could they disturb such a peaceful moment? but despite the fact that nothing was said, they managed to fall in love with you for 15 minutes. for the rest of the day they think about what your voice might've sounded like, what your interests might've been, how you might've smiled at them like they were your whole world if they'd managed to make you feel that way. you have that effect on people, in case you didn't know.

i dont have edited icons for her yet rip

Adrian, Masoko

friend you have a weird rivalry with hot

you are always fighting to show you're better. always seeing who can run faster, talk louder, be stronger. you both whirl to face eachother after every test, showing off the bright red numbers at the top of the page. when you beat them by a couple points, the "jokingly" smug look on your face makes them huff and turn away, give you a friendly punch to the shoulder that might leave a bruise. when you lose 90 to their 96, the bitter spark of jealousy in the pit of your stomach reminds you to study harder. you'll best them next time. sometimes this rivalry gets messy though, and for some reason you both tend to crush on the same person, hurting eachother to compete for their affection. though you always end up forgetting the crushes, and making up. whats some random fling compared to your friendship anyway?

Ino

rockstar hot

you're wanted. by crowds of people. a heart-throb, who people hang posters of in their room and tell their friends is "so dreamy." you may not even be a celebrity, you could just be the star of your school. but what you and rockstars have in common is that your entire routine is very well-rehearsed, and you know exactly the right words, the right looks, to draw people's attention. you're a performance, you're an act, a hyperbolized version of a human being that others can get lost in. it's so easy for people to crush on you because they don't realize they don't know anything about you. you're an archetype, a character for others to project onto, and damn if it isn't a fun role to play.

Haibara

drunk girl in the bathroom hot

you're both wasted, she just somehow does it so much better. you're crying, about something your stupid ex did or said. and suddenly she appears, looking like an angel aside from the slight sway in her step. she's helping you our of your slump on the floor when you grow pale and catastrophy strikes. you're the most disgusting you've ever been, and still, this stranger holds your hair and rubs soothing circles in your back. gives you a breath mint and sits you back against the wall, asking what happened. you tell her, and her glittery, perfectly made face turns sour. with her heels in hand, she loops your arm around her shoulders so she can help you walk to an uber she called for you. your ex says something snarky to you in passing on the way out, and for her it's the final straw. she whirls around, fire in her eyes and a set in her brow and she slaps him hard across the face. calls him a jerk or a dick or something like that, you can't remember, you were busy smiling at the stunned look on his face as she drags you both outside. before you get home, she gives you a hug and kind words in a bubbling voice and you're thankful for her. thankful there are people out there who look out for people like you, who stand up for people even when they might have trouble standing themselves.

#ׂ╰┈➤ dash games #i just cant believe that masoko and adrian got the same thing #it makes so much sense for masoko... #but i guess after living with her for 7 years... she's gonna rub off on him

[hee-blee-art]

introducing valoel, a fallen angel kicked out of heaven for the sin of pride struggling to make a mortal life for himself on earth, along with malnoch, a fellow fallen angel, and adrian hunt, a washed-out movie star turned acting teacher that valoel decides to make his redemption project. 

[image ID: 7 pages of sketches in blue of valoel (he/they), a fallen angel with tan skin and curly hair, along with several other characters. 

page 1 shows valoel in his present look with long white hair and a backpack on, drinking from a travel mug, next to him in his original thinner angel form with longer dark hair and dark wings, as well as post-fall, with long white hair and sickly white wings, hair and feathers falling out. 

page 2 shows him at various stages post-fall along with malnoch (he/him), a thin goth fallen angel with snake tattoos on his arms, who is shown shaving valoel’s head as well as leaning affectionately on valoel with a bottle of wine. valoel’s back is shown twice, once with fresh wounds from having his wings cut off while his buzzcut is patchy, and once with his wounds healing into two large scars and his hair a bit longer and less patchy. 

page 3 shows malnoch kissing valoel’s neck, valoel smoking a joint and eating chips, and valoel in a dark church, eating communion wafers, drinking communion wine, and on his knees with a bloody nose while wearing a priest’s vestments. 

page 4 shows valoel laying down on a jail cell bed looking miserable with a bloody tissue in his nose, as well as sitting in an AA meeting and talking to hunt (he/him), a tall human with dark wavy hair and scruff, in which valoel says “I think you and I are meant to help each other,” while hunt smokes a cigarette. 

page 5 shows valoel knelt on top of hunt after they’ve both fallen down, both blushing; hunt alone with his hands folded and his brow furrowed; and hunt yelling at valoel, asking “what do you want from me?!” 

page 6 shows valoel monologuing to a skull prop; hunt looking frustrated; hunt looking across a room at valoel happily speaking with someone; and valoel looking across a crowded bus at hunt reading a book, unaware of him. 

page 7 is a single drawing of valoel smiling and holding an umbrella out to cover an already dripping wet hunt, who is holding his briefcase over his head and looking surprised. end ID]

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