#but it’s already a given that they’re secret twins

[lokiiied]

i am just making observations…

#mhmm #also joe keery #but it’s already a given that they’re secret twins #not sure what this is #i’m high but i thought it while i was watching renfield a second time #marquis de gramont #jesse rutherford #ben barnes #general kirigan #ben schwartz #i love him? #teddy lobo #renfield

[aclockmaker]

more actors au continued from here

Shooting the first season is a fever dream. Creating and playing in a world that no one else gets to see yet—no reviews, no public, just them. The cast is tight, right away. Eddie, like, loves them. He's already made plans to go to Robin's family's house in Joshua Tree this summer.

Eddie and Steve don’t have that many scenes together. Eddie knows, guiltily, exactly when they’re all shooting.

It’s not just what goes on when the cameras are rolling, either. (Which is, like, still insane. Still makes Eddie feel like he's taken club drugs. And maybe he's not the only one, because—)

It's also that Steve is more likely to ask him to hang out, just the two of them, after they shoot together. Eddie could text him or ask him but he has a complex set of rules for how often he's allowed to be the one initiating it, because, well. He's nursing a pretty bad crush here. It's deeply unprofessional.

In the episode before this, Eddie confides in Nancy’s character, their teen journalist-detective, that he has something he thinks he needs to tell her. Something that’s going to blow her mind. But they’re just in the hall at school, the bell ringing, so he can’t do it right now. It’s his own little “I’ve got a secret, Veronica Mars. A good one.” (He’s watched as many dead-girl tv shows as he can to bone up for the role—all the classics going back to Twin Peaks. Veronica Mars is uniquely applicable because Lily does appear in flashbacks, and even though they’re subverting the trope by having a guy get killed, they all know what kind of story they’re telling.)

In the scene they shoot tonight, Steve's character comes to Eddie's house that same night before he can get to Nancy to try to convince him not to tell her. It's not clear what Steve thinks he knows, when he climbs in through Eddie's window, only that he's practically begging Eddie not to do it. He starts off aggressive, like they're yet again about to get into a physical fight. But the fact that Eddie lets him in speaks to the fact that maybe there's a little more to their relationship. And then Steve's character breaks down, cries a little, and it's really—something, to be wrapping his arms around Steve's shoulders in front of the camera and the crew, under the lights. Eddie is a professional, and he's perfectly capable of slotting those feelings into their correct file folders for later perusal, but—it's something. He's given Steve bro hugs. He's pretty sure Steve even hugged him for real the first time he saw him after he was cast (it's a blur). The only time they've hugged like this is on film.

He's not surprised when there's a message waiting for him on his phone when he eventually gets back to it post-short scene with Max, whose character lives next to Eddie's in-story. The message itself is a little surprising. Hey, I'm wrapped so I'm going home but do you want to come by? And then an address in Silver Lake.

It's not so crazy. Steve takes awhile to decompress after filming something emotional; he doesn't like to be alone. Eddie has learned this very quickly and has very quickly come to crave being the one Steve decompresses with. It just typically happens on the studio lot, in Steve's trailer. But this is fine, too. It just makes sense. Steve was done for the day so he went home. But he still wants to see Eddie.

Eddie sends back three thumbs up emojis, bangs his head on his steering wheel, and starts driving. He chews a fingernail, wonders if he should stop somewhere to get something to bring. A bottle of wine. But that’s stupid probably—it’s not a dinner party. It’s just two friends hanging out. (If he thinks it a little defensively, that’s because Mike was leaning heavy on the innuendo when he asked Eddie where he was going tonight. “Oh really, with Steve? Huh. It’s nice you two get along so well.” Eddie had just glared at him and moved on. The kid is such a little shit.)

Steve hugs him when he gets there, which is almost funny—now that he’s acted it out, he’ll do it in real life, like an echo. But it doesn’t seem fake, it just seems like that’s what Steve does when someone comes to his house. He’s a little high strung, maybe, in constant motion while he waves Eddie in and offers him a beer.

They end up on the pool deck, beers in hand, sitting with their legs dangling in the water up to their knees. It’s secluded here, big, old trees blocking them from any neighbors’ view.

“So,” Steve says. “Good scene after I left?” It doesn’t sound like what he really wants to ask.

“Yeah, fine,” Eddie agrees. “You know what Max is like—she’s too cool for school.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that,” Steve laughs.

“Never,” Eddie agrees. The teasing would never end. He glances at Steve, who seems mostly relaxed, maybe a little hunched in on himself.

“Did you ever, um,” Steve starts, looking out at the water. “Date a co-star?”

Eddie’s brain whites out a little, just static. “Uhh. I thought you were going to ask if I thought you looked weird when you cried, or something.”

Steve sputters. “Do I?”

“No, dude, very pretty crier.” Eddie smiles.

“Thanks I guess,” Steve says, frowning a little.

Eddie chews on his lip. “But, uh. No, I haven’t.”

Steve sighs. “Yeah, me either.”

Which is funny, because he’s been linked with a couple of them from previous projects, but Eddie guesses you can’t believe everything you read.

“Is there someone,” Eddie asks carefully, “you want to date?” Steve is close with Robin and Nancy. Eddie can’t see Robin dating a guy, but what does he know.

“I don’t know,” Steve admits. “I feel like. I don’t know if it would be a terrible idea, because we work together.” And then he just stops talking.

“I might be able to respond better if I knew who we were talking about here.”

Steve gives him a look. “You do know. Don’t make me say it.”

“Gonna definitely need you to.” And then, because he can't help trying to make Steve laugh. "It's Joyce, right?"

"Please," Steve says, and does laugh a little. "I wish I thought I had a shot with Joyce." She's a legitimately famous actress who Eddie often can't believe he's going to share an IMDB listing with.

"But, uh," Steve goes on. “I don’t want to mess anything up, though.” Now he sounds careful.

Eddie doesn’t know what Steve thinks he’s messing up—their chemistry, he guesses, if he’s not reading this very wrong. Their friendship maybe. The show. Any remaining semblance of professionalism. Eddie is pretty ready to throw most of that stuff out the window—after all, who says just because they hook up the work will suffer? Maybe it’ll be better because Eddie won’t be crushed under the weight of absurd amounts of sexual tension anymore. Not that it’s been a hardship, but…

“I don’t think you’re messing anything up,” Eddie tells him. “I mean—personally. Who says anything will get messed up?” I think it might be worth it even if it does, he doesn’t add, because it’s shocking to even think it, and obviously too much for the moment. He doesn’t know if he really means it—this show is, like, the opportunity he’s been waiting his whole life for. But he’s already dead on it; there’s only so many flashback scenes they can film as he ages further out of the high school age bracket for a character who can’t get older.

“Yeah, but.” Steve runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “The way we are on the show—“ he shoots a worried little glance at Eddie, who tries not to react outwardly to that, which is hard. “Don’t you think some of that’s because—I mean, for me at least, it is, I’m not saying—for you—"

“Me, too,” Eddie assures him before he hurts himself. “But—okay, you brought this up, not me. What do you want, then?”

“Dude, I wish I knew,” Steve says. “I mean—“ he glances at Eddie— “I know what I want, but I don’t know what we should do. But I just felt like I was going crazy, and the only person I really wanted to tell was, well, you.”

Oh. “Steve,” Eddie says, almost a warning. He wants to offer that they can hook up and it won’t mean anything and nothing will change. He wants to offer that they can date and nothing bad will happen. It’s all stupid, impossible to promise.

“I know,” Steve says miserably. “Sorry.”

Eddie shakes his head. It’s almost unbearably sweet that Steve is so bent out of shape over him. “Come on, we only have, what, two more weeks of filming? We can make it through two weeks, right?”

“Guess we have to,” Steve agrees, but he moves his hand over a little so their pinkies touch on the edge of the pool.

tagging a few people by request, thank you for being interested <3 @atlas-talks @obsessivlyme @lyriclight @deadflowercollector @thatonebadideapanda @wolfstarlights @eddiemunsonswife @alienace @wishiwasacasualfan

#thank you to everyone for name suggestions instead of taking any of the good ones i've just continued to avoid naming characters lol #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #actors au #stranger things fic #steve x eddie #also i'm not the boss of you but please don't be too invested in the plot of the tv show... for your own sanity... i will Reveal All but #i can't promise it will besatisfying

[codenamesazanka]

AFO+Shigaraki Tomura/Shimura Tenko Role Reversal AU

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Terrorist Shimura Tenko, age 26, has been sentenced to death for his heinous crimes. Morning before he goes though, he's carted over to Central Hospital.

Little AFO, age 12, is brought before Shimura to give him five quirks - this will surely overload Shimura’s brain, but since he's about to be executed anyways, it doesn't really matter.

But right before the procedure starts, Central Hospital is attacked. It's the League of Villains, here to rescue their boss. As he marbles Shimura, Mr. Compress also ends up marbling AFO and taking him along.

Hours later, in a secret hideout, the League congrats themselves on a successful rescue mission, but wonders what to do about this weird kid they've kidnapped. They’ll have to act quick - Heroes and HPSC will come for them soon. The HPSC have to come for the kidnapped kid, because, the moment the League realized who the kid is, they know AFO as the central piece of HPSC's new direction for society.

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Four years ago, the government made a paradigm changing announcement - they've gained the ability to take away quirks and will start doing so as part of criminal justice.

This is a great thing, as it solves the century-old question about what to do with Villains. Really Bad Villains will have their quirks taken away, and put into regular security prison. Mild Villains can exchange their quirks for a shorter sentence. Dangerous quirks can now be eliminated. Human rights will be improved. Society will be safer.

—At least, it will be, once the chaos the announcement created settles down. Because the remnants of the Meta Liberation Army straight up revolted, along with other groups and other people.

The League of Villains did not start with this upheaval - they were already active two years before the announcement, led by Shimura Tenko, as just particularly notorious Villains doing whatever they wanted, whether it was heists or killing heroes or feuding with other villain groups - but they have become embroiled into the fight through a loose alliance with the MLA, and due to the HPSC holding members of the League up as the reason why the new law was enacted in the first place.

The HPSC have kept very, very top secret the exact method they’re using to take away quirks. No one knows for sure whether it was a drug or surgery or implant. There was a rumor that it was a quirk that was doing this, but it was just a rumor—until now.

Though, the League didn’t expect that it would be a kid. So what will they do with him now?

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For all nearly all twelve years of his life, AFO (and his younger twin brother) has been in care of the HPSC. This is the first time he's ever been kidnapped, is in real danger, but he knows exactly what to do:

Nothing.

In all honesty, AFO would rather destroy this 'League of Villains' - just a bunch of insignificant insects running around causes messes and ruining everything (like his day!) - and just go home using his own power. He doesn’t like being away from Yoichi; he still has schoolwork to finish; the new chapter of Captain Hero: New Ultra is out Monday; he’s got his life to get back to.

But AFO has been relentlessly counseled and drilled by the HPSC for this exact scenario: He is NOT allowed to use his quirk. No matter what happens, he is only to wait for rescue.

Not that using his quirks might help much. AFO has never been taught to fight, and besides his own ‘Give-and-Take’ quirk, he’s got only five other low-tier quirks he had only taken this morning that he’s never used. The HPSC won’t risk letting him keep the quirks, see, so the system they’ve come up with is this: the quirks taken from criminals are transferred immediately to a Villain scheduled for execution. (Given the explosion in criminal activity and revolt over the past four years, death row has just the right and regular numbers to supply.) They’ve even got a machine just for him, just for tracking his quirk(s), invented by the famous American scientists David Shield and Toshinori Yagi, so they know exactly what he takes in and lets out.

When AFO has just his own original quirk, it’s as good as no quirk.

The HPSC has to do this, because AFO is a born villain. They know it; he knows it, everyone who’s ever met him knows it. It’s just hard to describe otherwise a child who came into this world stealing everything within reach: his mother’s life, his twin brother’s health, and every person’s quirk he ever had come into physical contact with even as an infant - the homeless woman who rescued the twins from a decaying corpse, the police who later found them while investigating a dead body that was registered in the system with a quirk but autopsy had revealed zero quirk factors left, the doctors that examined the twin babies.

AFO has heard this story many times. He’s got a too-strong quirk that’s made him clinically diagnosed kleptomaniac with a Cluster B personality disorder. Quirk counseling, behavioral counseling, regular counseling, art therapy... He’s been handled extremely delicately and thoroughly his entire life.

And that’s…fine. That’s how the world works. That’s the price of power. It’s better than being dead in the grave with the mom he killed, or out there in the chaos, if the HSPC had never found them. AFO’s on the side that’s calling the shots and set to dictate the final reality of a post-Advent world - he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. One day, he’ll grow up and he’ll become part of the HPSC and he’ll get his rightful piece of the cake - really, they’ve let him have some of it already, when he first started taking quirks away for them five years ago (first year was trial year, before they went public).

His itch to use his quirk is scratched regularly. He got to keep Yoichi, who had once almost been adopted away. Being on his best behavior means he gets most of what he asks for. The worst AFO can say is that he’s bored - which is expected, his brain is wired differently after all.

All he has to do is stay calm, play nice with the League, and wait for Heroes to arrive. Someone will come save him soon enough.

Everything is in order.

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But of course, this encounter with Shimura and the League will be the catalyst that will destroy that very order.

(In one universe, AFO tells Tenko he'll teach him how to take his rage and give it purpose.

In this universe, Shimura tells little AFO he'll teach him how to find his rage.)

#All For One #AFO #Shimura Tenko #Shigaraki Tomura #bnha #mha #heroaca #AU #AU idea #nalslastworkingbraincell

[whoredmode]

kind of a headcanon/lore dump?? idk whatever you wanna call it. whatever it is. dewynter sisters stuff no one asked for but they’ve been on my mind and i don’t think i’ve really shared much of my hcs for them.

so if you keep up with my rewrites/my canon, you know that kiki and viola are mercenaries sent by ultor to kill loren (and later dex). here’s some more basic lore. this is all barely scratching the surface of all the lore and thoughts i have on them, so by all means feel free to ask me stuff. and honestly i’ll probably end up making more posts like this in the future (for them and others) if people are interested.

father: hendrik dewynter

mother: akane dewynter (née ueno)

their father is dutch and french while their mother is japanese and filipino.

as far as their general background goes, they were born in the netherlands, traveled with their parents for their work a lot, and were raised in both europe and the united states. both twins are fluent in dutch, french, and japanese.

both parents have been working in the criminal underworld for decades and have essentially been training the girls to become the mercenaries they are since they were young. hendrik and akane work primarily in illegal arms deals, and they use their cover as high society people to facilitate that. all this led to some familiarity with some syndicate members pre-loren’s leadership, but more so through their high society connections. worth noting i don’t believe the syndicate leaned as heavily into arms dealing until after loren became head of it because that was his area of expertise as well. regardless, hendrik and akane and their network got into illegal arms trade and espionage predominantly within western europe. when they had the twins, they were trained from a young age to become the perfect spies, assassins, whatever. this unintentionally made it so the girls really only trusted each other. they are not a close family. the dewynter’s see their relationship with their daughters as more of a business arrangement. almost transactional. they’d argue that what they put them through was for them to succeed, but in turn it just dissolved any chance of a meaningful relationship between them. despite this, or perhaps because of this, they became extremely adept mercenaries. keep in mind though that all this shit about the dewynter family was not widely known. hendrik and akane still had their regular careers as covers, and it’s why the twins have their backgrounds in economics and art.

regardless, loren was delighted to have them working within the syndicate—however he did not know that them asking to work for him directly was because they were being employed by ultor to sell secrets and eventually kill him. it also helped that they could speak dutch and french to him; there were many instances of the three of them having conversations that matt and killbane could not understand (which bothered the latter to no end).

the twins themselves only have a sense of loyalty to each other, and they do their work based on who’s paying best and what they believe they should do with their information they’re given. it’s why viola switches sides so easily after the death of kiki. money may have been their endgame, but the one thing they put above that is each other.

fwiw, viola does go back to doing mercenary work after the events of my sriv rewrite conclude. she’s one of several characters who leave the saints at the end. she allows them to keep in contact with her though. this whole thing kicks off a bit of a cat and mouse game she and shaundi have, but that’s for another post (oh wait i already made one kinda. happy shaunviola saturday).

this is getting away from me. also i wrote this all while really tired so apologies if it’s a little scattered. i love kiki and viola.

#my art tag #saints row #kiki dewynter #viola dewynter #srtt rewrite tag

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Choi Twins 2023 Birthday Analysis

Would you believe me if I said that I don’t have much to say this time because the details are always too obvious to spend hours trying to figure out what the little details are? I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t trying to figure them out, though... Anyway! Here we go, let’s talk about it!

So, Cheritz already gave away what’s happening in this picture. It isn’t much of a surprise to me because the theme this year is everyone as children. Which, that frightened me the very second we started on Yoosung’s birthday given just how many of our friends were neglected as children. They gave us one of the happier moments in Zen’s childhood, but we, the fans, know that Saeran and Saeyoung spent their childhood in shackles.

I’ve been speculating for months how they’d even handle this. Some of the hard questions I had to ask myself were: What if they have no choice but to draw the two of them apart? What if Saeyoung is in college and Saeran is in the church in this photo? What if it’s like the 2019 split screen? I didn’t think they’d go as far as to show Saeyoung in the field and Saeran in Mint Eye because they’d be older in their years and beyond what we’d consider their young childhood.

So, Cheritz choosing to show one of the only positive days from their childhood was probably for the best. I can’t tell y’all how scared I was we were going to get a photo of them sitting together in their childhood home with a smuggled piece of cake and a single candle. I mean, it’d be touching to think that Saeyoung would want Saeran to have a good birthday moment, but I don’t think anyone could’ve handled that theme.

“Secret Outings” is all you need to hear to connect the dots on this image. It’s a moment where their mother passed out and there’s a small window to get some ice cream, look at the clouds, or feel like they might just escape a living hell one of these days. I think the relief I have over this only comes from the fact that the Twitter Event will have the boys trying to find the good in the bad, and enjoying the realization that their present can be whatever they want it to be and they’re free.

I pray whatever image they’ve got cooked up on Twitter won’t kill me. If it’s the boys are kids trying to enjoy ice cream, I am going to full on cry for a week and i won’t be okay. They always add an image to the Twitter threads so there is really no telling what it’s going to be. It might be a single photo, or there might be two of them and I don’t know what’s worse. The thought of the boys together on the fleeting summer day of freedom... or them apart, celebrating as young boys who miss each other dearly.

Anyway! As you can see, my speculation is more or less taken care of. I know a few things about this photo. The boys are likely outside somewhere because the hard light that’s on Saeyoung’s head implies he is either directly in the line of the sun or he’s standing by a window where the sun is on him. It makes more sense to me that he’s outside from the harshness of the light. I can’t write off either for this situation, but there’s only so much I can dissect from the small window they gave us.

This could be inside OR outside. It’s a window but I can’t tell if they’re inside of a building or not. I would hope not, if only because the angle here seems like it’s... an outside view of a window. I don’t know for sure. I definitely can’t tell from the other half of the image. There are a lot of whites and blues in this photo... and I can tell y’all from experience over the years that anything that’s a light color isn’t going to reveal anything to you whatsoever.

It makes finding Zen and Saeran so much harder than it needs to be... literally. I’ve cried in group photos because if Zen and Saeran are there... it means I’ve got a chance of not only losing them to the background details, but I’ve got the worst chance in the world of screwing up which is which.

Speaking of that, a lot of people have been saying online, “Why is that hair so white?” Again, I’ll give you the answer to that, Saeyoung’s hair looks white due to the hard light that’s hitting him. It’s not Saeran. It’s not a photo of the boys as babies with the wrong hair color like they did with Children’s Day last year. This is just the way light theory acts out.

The Children’s Day photo was done just for the sake of keeping spoilers out and away from the front and center for fans who don’t know everything there is to be aware of at this point, and for the sake of consistency.

They don’t want to draw everyone drastically different from the way they are in the present. That’s why Yoosung, Jaehee, and Saeran don’t look like how they actually would.

Hard light brightens anything it touches. It’s called hard light for a reason, and if you work with photography or digital art, you’d have discovered this a long time ago when you were just starting out. Here’s an example of a basic hard light I’ve done on a photo of Saeyoung just to give y’all something to look at to clear up a round of confusion. You can see right off the bat that it makes him look bright to the eye. His colors are extra saturated and feel garish if you look at him for way too long.

See how his highlights become whiter? Yeah. That’s the same thing that’s going on in this photo. I hope that clears that problem up for anyone since I’ve seen it a lot since the preview was posted last night and I don’t know if anyone’s had a chance to explain how light works in photos.

So, all and all, I think what’s happening in this photo is simple. Saeran is nervous about being outside for too long and Saeyoung is trying to reassure him that the world can’t hurt them as long as they’re together. Which, in hindsight, it hurts so much to think about them having conversations like that and knowing what’s the next step in their lives while they’re none the wiser to it. Saeyoung is the brother who would do anything to see Saeran smile, and Saeran is the brother who has no choice but to cling to Saeyoung and pray for the best.

Saeyoung is wearing a black shirt or jacket. Saeran is wearing a hoodie that’s a few sizes too big for him. Whatever they have are things that Saeyoung got from a donation bin. I don’t think anyone here believes that Mother Choi would care enough to make sure they boys have something on their back. She gives them the bare minimum so she can afford to wet her lips with alcohol. As long as the two of them aren’t dead, that works for her. They don’t need anything but that in her eyes.

This is the first time we’ve seen baby Saeran drawn in something that isn’t the white button-down or the green shirt he wears in the flashback to the cathedral and the Special Believer package. It might be the first time Saeyoung has been drawn in something other than his black hoodie, too. I just don’t know if this one has sleeves? The color is too light on his arms to have sleeves!

It’s a notable detail to me because I would never imagine the boys wearing any clothes that make it easier to tell how small and malnourished they are. I know they’ve got bruises, too. Saeyoung and Saeran would definitely make a point of wearing clothes that cover everything up. They don’t want to attract attention to them. Their father could be anywhere... his men could be just around the corner. Their hair is enough of a dead-giveaway. They don’t need to make it obvious to anyone.

Anyway, I’m excited for the twin’s birthday and I can’t wait to see them. Boys, I love you so very much. You’ve been a part of my life since 2016 and I know that I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for you. That’s why I’m happy this year that the theme is everyone as children. They all survived and made it a place in this world where they had each other as family. The RFA is a found family and I am happy to be a part of it. I know we all suffered, but we have each other now in every sense of the word. They’re my family.

I survived, they survived, and I’m happy to say that you’ll get through whatever you’re going through, too. Our past is a part of us, yes, but it doesn’t control our future. That’s what I hope to see when the boys take to Twitter and recount their history. What we’ve survived may always be with us... but, our future can be the place we want it to be as long as we’re ready for it... and I think, Saeyoung and Saeran are ready to tackle the present and the future. I’d like to think we all are after seven years of being a family.

#character analysis #mystic messenger #mysme #mm #mysticmessenger #mod kait #saeyoung choi #choi saeyoung #luciel choi #choi luciel #seven #707 #saeran choi #choi saeran #saeran #mystic messenger saeran #mysme saeran #mm saeran #mm seven #mysme seven #mystic messenger seven #seven mystic messenger #seven mm #seven mysme #saeran mm #saeran mysme #saeran mystic messenger

[stardustbarbarians]

To the Hunter From the Prey

A Samuel Kiszka / Daniel Wagner fic

Summary: Sam takes Danny under his wing.

Tags: serial killer au, addiction (but not to drugs), smut (MDNI 18+ ONLY), unprotected sex, degradation, oral, bondage

Trigger Warnings: blood, death, murder (graphically described), mentioned racism {if I miss any please tell me}

Words: 8.4 k

A/N: Yeah I just wanted them to fuck nasty. I'm not apologizing. Also, yes, I already published this, but idc I changed the ending. Part two to Everything Leaves You Hungry. Title taken from Call Me Little Sunshine by Ghost. Enjoy!! <3

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“Have Sam and Daniel gotten closer? Or is it just me?” Josh asked his twin while they sat alone in the living room. It seemed to have come out of nowhere, the question. The two of them were in their own worlds, the joint they were smoking aiding in that feeling. 

It took a moment for Jake to understand what Josh had said to him, his brain moving sluggishly. “They’re usually always joined at the hip as is. I don’t know how you can get any closer than that. Having to kill someone in order to save your best friend will do that to people.” 

Josh exhaled his hit, coughing as he passed it over to his brother. Jake took the blunt, unphased by his twin’s hacking. Cough to get off and all that. It was a few seconds later that Josh finally composed himself and spoke again. 

“It just seems like they’ve got a secret that we don’t know about…” Josh continued, recalling all the whispered conversations they’ve shared over the past few months. While it was something they had done from time to time, it hadn’t happened this frequently before. There also seemed to be a shift in dynamic between them. 

“My money’s on they’re fucking,” Jake answered in a very blasé way. He’d had his suspicions about how Sam looked at his best friend. 

“Dude, ew! That’s our brothers you’re talking about!” Josh exclaimed in disgust. He did not need to think about Sam or Danny in that context under any circumstances. 

“Oh, please. Like you wouldn’t climb Daniel like a fucking tree given the chance,” Jake argued, passing the blunt back over to his twin, “that man is a god if I’ve ever seen one.” 

Josh silently took the rello from his brother, ruminating over what Jake had said to him. The more he thought about it, the more his cheeks flushed. “Ok, but that’s different,” he muttered under his breath. 

Just after Josh finished speaking, a clamor of two different voices and giggles stumbled into the living room. The twins looked up from their spots on the floor to find Danny and Sam staring back at them. The smiles they wore quickly faded, surprise taking its place on the rhythm section’s faces. They clearly weren’t expecting anyone to be around. 

“Hey guys,” Jake greeted after a particularly awkward pause. 

“Hi,” Daniel responded, nervously tucking his hair behind his ear. Josh noted that it looked a lot more disheveled than usual. Actually, they both looked a lot more unkempt than they normally were. 

“What were you two up to?” Josh questioned, ashing the blunt in his hand before passing it over to Jake. The tension in the air was so thick you could suffocate on it. The silence was so goddamn loud, it was like a fifth unwanted guest that refused to be ignored or to leave. 

At the question, Daniel looked to Sam for an answer. If he didn’t know any better, Josh would say that Danny was nervous. But why? It was just a question. 

“Daniel and I went for a walk,” Samuel simply answered. The twins recognized that subtle but razor sharp edge in their brother’s voice that meant they should drop the subject. It meant they would catch hell if they tried to press for more information. 

Knowing when to back off, Jake just nodded. “Hope it was a good one.” He didn’t fail to notice the way Daniel grabbed onto Sam’s hand for support. 

Not wasting the opportunity to slip away, Sam used the hold Danny had on his hand and escorted him up the stairs and away from the critical and watchful eyes of the twins. After they reached the top of the steps, the twins heard them burst into a bout of giggles that was only silenced by the slamming of a door. 

Once that door closed, Jake and Josh shared a look. Jake’s eyebrows were raised as if he was waiting for Josh to speak, like he was urging him. 

With a sigh, Josh relented. “Fine. You’re right. They’re probably sleeping together.” 

While the twins analyzed rhythm section’s body language and interaction, there was a crucial detail they failed to notice in that dim room. The hand that Daniel had grabbed onto Sam with was coated in red, flaking, dried blood. 

+++

Daniel was on victim number number two. Well, he was about to be, anyway. He was thankful that Sam was with him as this wasn’t something he was particularly ready to do by himself yet. He knew Sam was nearly perfect at murder (nine victims and only a slight brush with the law) so he knew it would be idiotic not to enlist his help. In fact, it was Samuel himself who urged Daniel to essentially shadow him. 

“You will never walk alone in this if you don’t want to,” Sam offered to his best friend, a warm hand on his shoulder as he made sincere eye contact. Daniel put his hand on top of Sammy’s in a gesture of thanks. 

Ever since that night in Ohio, it seemed that Sam was always at Daniel’s side. Everywhere he looked, Sam would be within an arm’s length away; even if he was out of sight, Sam would often tell Daniel to call him at any time. “You can always reach me,” he declared. 

He was oddly defensive of him, too. Well, more than usual. Sam was always protective of those he loved, but it seemed like he had become somewhat of Danny’s personal protector. If he had his way, nothing bad would ever happen to Daniel ever again. 

There was a point during the trial where it really looked like the two of them were going to be convicted for murder. Daniel, understandably, was freaking out over the possibility of being in jail for potentially the rest of his life. The two of them were in a room with their lawyers, Danny pacing back and forth as his mind ran itself in circles. Nothing their legal team was saying to him was helping; it was in through one ear and out the other. 

Nothing was able to quell his anxiety, save for Sam. 

“Daniel, you are not going to prison. I won’t let you,” he vowed, holding Danny’s face in his hands as he spoke to make sure he was paying attention. As the words his best friend spoke truly sank in, he was finally able to relax. For whatever reason, Danny knew that Sam was telling the truth. He would do everything in his power to make sure that Daniel would be safe and free. He let himself be pulled into Sammy’s embrace, basking in the safety that was his presence. 

Sam would later reveal that his plan was to take the fall for the whole thing and confess to being the sole killer. Danny didn’t know how to handle that. Would he have let Sam do that? Could he have stopped him? Thank god he didn’t have to find out. 

Even though he tried his best to not show it, that trial took its toll on Sam as well. He managed to stay composed most of the time, but Daniel knew Sam too well to be fooled. However, that cool, collected facade broke right before the end of the trial. 

Unfortunately, it had garnered the attention of the world. Two rock musicians whose band’s entire message was to spread peace on trial for murder? It was every news outlet’s dream. They were used to attention like that, but not to the extent that they saw during the trial. 

For the most part, they handled it well. They kept their heads down and ignored all the questions they were asked. That is, until one reporter cut deep under their skin with a particularly invasive one. 

“Danny! Does this murder tie into your alleged racist past?” she asked, her voice managing to raise above all the other clamor of questions. 

Danny hadn’t even heard her at first. It wasn’t until Sam froze dead in his tracks that her words fully sank in. The drummer watched as his best friend slowly turned to look at the reporter. There was a barely contained fiery rage burning unadulterated in his eyes, but somehow there was also something so frigid about his anger. Daniel knew that look. It was the gaze of a man who was capable of committing the worst atrocity known to humanity; murder. 

As he locked his gaze onto the reporter, everyone seemed to stop. Everyone was watching with bated breath; they knew she had achieved her goal of garnering a response out of them. 

But at what cost?

When Sam flashed a dazzling smile, that’s when everyone relaxed. Except Daniel. He became more on edge. Sammy was beyond furious and he knew that. He was trying to come up with plans on how to carry Sam out of there before things resorted to bloodshed when Sam spoke. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” he asked in a sweet tone, too sweet. At that point, every other journalist had parted in order to give Sam some face-to-face interaction with her. 

“Sam-” Daniel had tried to intervene, stepping up to be between the two of them. Without even so much as taking his eyes off the reporter, Sam grabbed Daniel’s arm and gently guided him so that Danny was standing behind him; almost as if he was acting as a human shield for Danny. 

“I asked if this murder has any correlation to Danny’s alleged racist past,” she repeated. She had no idea that she just sealed her fate. 

“Ah. Well, you see - what is your name?” 

“Jess Martin from the National Enquirer,” she informed, half paying attention as she tried to look over Sam’s shoulder to see Danny. “While we’re talking, there’s rumors that the two of you are perhaps more than just ‘friends’. Care to comment on that?” 

She’s a tabloid reporter

Sam chuckled charmingly, flashing his dazzling white smile to win over the crowd. “One question at a time, Jess. You see, this trial has nothing to do with Daniel’s ‘past’. Anyone who does their research on us would know this. As such, this is a case of self-defense. Now, tell me, does saving your best friend from being threatened with a knife have anything to do with whether or not someone made a mistake as a young teenager?” 

He looked out at the crowd for an answer to his question. There were murmurs of doubt that rippled through the air; they sided with Sam. When he figured that out, a satisfied smile crept its way onto his lips. Daniel watched on in wonderment as he was able to not only verbally decimate someone carefully as to make it seem as if he wasn’t, but also have an entire group of people that were previously against him take his side. Daniel had never been afraid of his best friend before. It seemed there was a first for everything. 

“Exactly. Now, do you have any questions of actual substance? Or shall we find a better use of our time that doesn’t involve speaking to low-rate, bottom feed-” 

“Alright, that’s enough,” Daniel quickly interrupted, placing his hands on Sam’s shoulders and turning him away from the reporter. 

“What are you doing?” Sam hissed. 

“Saving our public image.” And with that, Danny dragged the bassist away from the crowd and towards the car that was waiting for them in front of the courthouse. 

As he was walking Sam towards that car, however, Daniel knew it wouldn’t be the last he’d see of Jess Martin. 

And he was right. 

Seven months after their verdict of not guilty, they had become old news. The only publications that were talking about Greta Van Fleet were music journals and the occasional tabloid that was still trying to cash in on their murder scandal. Because they were under the omnipresent and all-seeing eye of the media, they hadn’t been able to satiate their cravings. Normally, seven months was nothing for Samuel. But knowing that he just couldn’t made everything a thousand times worse. Daniel saw how that took its toll on Sam. 

All that pent up frustration manifested itself in Sam constantly plotting the perfect murder. For months, the two of them discussed the details of their next kill behind closed doors and in the comfort of only their shared company. It was their way of unwinding with all the stress of potential jail time hanging over their heads like a hangman’s noose. It was in those darkened rooms that Sam had imparted all of his knowledge on the perfect kill unto Daniel. 

However, it wasn’t until much later that Daniel was able to put that technique into practice. This murder was going to be much different from all the others Sam had committed. Not only because of the fact that Danny would be with him, but also due to them having a victim already picked out. 

Jess Martin - conveniently - lived just a few hours outside of Nashville. There was nothing spectacular about her residence; a modest ranch style home of which she was the sole resident. Jess Martin was unmarried, the only companion she had being her horse that she kept on her five acres. She had no neighbors for miles. It was almost too perfect. 

As per usual, the plan was to make it seem like a robbery gone wrong. Dressed head-to-toe in black, the two of them parked out of view of the house and crept up around the back. Luckily, it seemed Jess didn’t live in fear of robbers as the door was unlocked. Daniel followed Sam’s lead as he snuck into the house, his eyes scanning for security of any kind. Danny kept his eyes out for Jess, peering into room after room. 

Finally, they found her asleep on her couch. There was an old western playing on the tv, a bag of doritos sitting in her lap. Rhythm Section looked at one another, silently communicating their next course of action. Doing as Sam commanded, Daniel covered her mouth with one hand and the other pressed a knife to her throat: one that he took from her kitchen. 

At the sensation of cold metal and leather pressed against her skin, Jess startled awake. She attempted to either talk or scream, but her voice was muffled by Daniel’s hand. He could see the terror befall her face out of the corner of his eye as her sleep-muddled brain pieced together the situation she woke up in. 

“Hello, Jess Martin. Remember us?” Sam questioned in a very supercilious tone. He towered above her, the backlighting from the tv casting all kinds of shadows over his face. He looked imposing, terrifying. But not to Daniel. To him, Sam looked stunning in that low light. 

She didn’t respond at first. It seemed that she was desperately trying to recall anyone that would put her in that situation which, if his own personal experience with her was any indication, was probably more than a laundry list of souls. She struggled against Danny’s hold, trying to work away from the knife pressed to her throat. In reaction, he just held the blade a little closer to her throat; a warning. 

When she didn’t piece it together, that’s when Danny leaned in close to her ear. “Maybe if you look deep into your past, you’ll find who you’re looking for.” 

That seemed to strike a chord with her. Danny saw the recognition ignite within her eyes. 

“Yeah, she’s got it now. Thought we’d forgotten about you, huh, doll?” Samuel asked, crouching down to get on her level. Daniel heard the condescension in his tone, it was hard to miss. 

“How could we forget? She made herself so memorable,” Daniel added on, locking eyes with Sam and feeling a smile spread across his lips. Sam returned it, taking off a bit of the sharpness his features had taken on. 

“In fact, we never forgot you. For seven months, you’ve been on our minds.” Sam had tilted his head to the side, his hair spilling off his shoulders. 

At this point, he got up from the floor and clamped his hands down onto Jess’s wrists so that she was completely defenseless. Sam loomed over her, bent at the waist as to pin her hands onto the armrests of the chair she was in. He was close to her face, close to Daniel’s face. He could see all the emotions swimming inside Sam’s eyes, mesmerized by each little nuisance that separated each emotion from the last just by little changes in his facial expression. 

“We did our research on you. Does the FBI know you were at the capitol on January 6th?” Daniel questioned, gently moving the knife back and forth along the length of her throat. He reveled in the way her eyes split wide open in terror. 

In consequence of her reaction, Sam laughed, deep and twisted. “I’d venture to guess that they don’t.” 

“And you thought I was the one with a shady past,” Danny added, unable to help himself, “My mistake was almost a decade ago, can you say that?” 

“It doesn’t matter, anyway. It’s not like she’ll be able to fundamentally change her belief system in the fleeting seconds she has left in her life,” Sam reasoned in an exasperated tone, shaking his head in disapproval. 

With that, Jess started to panic again, attempting to thrash out against her attackers. It was no use. Sam’s hold on her wrists was too strong and Daniel only pressed the knife harder into her throat. The pressure was enough to break skin, a small bead of bright red ichor sluggishly slipping down her neck. Daniel watched as Sam’s eyes lit up, transfixing on that single drop as if it were the most important and precious thing in the entire universe. 

“What do you say, buddy? You up to committing an act of god?” Samuel asked Danny, his eyes refusing to break away from the blood already spilled. 

Without another word, Daniel filled the role of a deity and slashed open Jess Martin’s throat. In one fluid motion, he managed to sever both her jugular veins and carotid arteries. 

Blood. 

It was flowing so freely from her neck, staining her clothes and skin. It managed to stream onto Daniel’s hand that was holding the knife, the warmth of it nothing but inviting and captivating. But nothing beat the purely blissed out look on Samuel’s face. Danny had never seen him so wholly satiated in his life. 

+++

Behind that closed door away from the twins, the two were able to finally chat about what they had just done that night. They were giggly, like they were both on an amazing high; and in a way, they were. There just wouldn’t be anything in a toxicology report that would attribute to their behavior. 

While Daniel was giddy about the whole experience, Sam was ecstatic and overly thrilled. Danny had seen Sam after his kills before and he was never this overjoyed. 

“You seem very thrilled about all this,” Danny observed, tracing the lines of Sam’s face that were illuminated by the soft and sallow glow of the single lamp in the room. Sam was sitting on the floor while Daniel was perched on the bed. 

Sam’s manic smile didn’t dim in the slightest, but he shook his head. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” 

It went silent after that, an unspoken something hanging in the air over both of them. Danny got the feeling that Sam knew exactly what it was that was looming over them. In fact, he was the cause of it and Danny knew it. But instead of trying to pry it out of his best friend, he just waited Sam out. 

So there they sat in that silent room. Staring at one another. But it was staring with a purpose; observing. They both studied the fine details of the other, categorizing them within their minds and ranking each nuance. 

It wasn’t until the air of the atmosphere took on a much softer edge that Sam broke that silence. 

“You know…” he started, seeming incredibly hesitant to finish his sentence. 

Again, Daniel just waited him out. 

“...I had always planned on making you one of my victims.” 

At first, Danny wasn’t sure he heard his best friend correctly. But then he turned it over in his mind again and again. He wasn’t mistaken. So many questions formulated in his mind and formed a confusing maelstrom of half baked sentences. To say it was overwhelming was an understatement. 

Finally, one was able to form completely and take precedence over all the others. 

“What stopped you?” 

That seemed to both surprise and amuse Sam, a bewildered chuckle escaping his lips. Sam couldn’t look Daniel in the eye, his gaze focused on his twiddling fingers. 

“I thought that seeing you covered in blood once would be enough…” 

Sam finally looked Daniel in the eyes. Danny felt the intensity of his gaze, his heart beginning to speed up inside of his chest. 

“I was wrong. Infinity will never be enough.” 

The smile that spread across his face was completely involuntary. He knew it was twisted and fucked up, but he couldn’t help it. There was something so brilliant about that statement, something so devoted. 

Daniel wasn’t aware of his actions. In fact, he wasn’t entirely certain he was fully in control of himself. There was just something so enticing and bewitching about Sam’s eyes… At least, that’s what he told himself as he lunged forward and smashed his lips into Samuel’s. 

Danny wouldn’t notice it until later after he had gone back and analyzed the interaction, but Sam didn’t seem even the slightest bit surprised that Danny had kissed him. No, he seemed fully prepared and immediately began reciprocating. The kiss got heated fast, Sam pushing Daniel onto his back and deepening the kiss. Danny felt his head spin, caught up in the whirlwind of their lightning fast, ever-changing relationship; he had just learned to roll with the punches. 

Hands roamed everywhere, Daniel’s managing to intertwine with the silk-like strands of Sam’s hair. One of them dislodged from Sammy’s locks and slid along the length of his back, sliding into the back pocket of Sam’s jeans, squeezing his ass. In retaliation to Danny’s act, Sam bit down onto the drummer’s bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. 

At the sweet metallic tang, the both of them moaned out. Sam began to suck on the split in Danny’s lip, needy whines slipping out at the increased taste of blood. Realizing what the effect his blood had on Sammy, Daniel detached from his lips and began using his bleeding wound to draw lines into Sam’s neck. He also employed his teeth to gouge marks into Sam’s beautiful throat, sucking and leaving marks that claimed Sam as Daniel’s. 

“Fuck, Daniel,” Sammy whined as Daniel bit down particularly hard. It was music to the drummer’s ears. Running his tongue over the path that his teeth had taken, Danny could feel the overly warm raised lines on Sammy’s skin.

When Sam let out another moan at the sensation of Danny’s tongue, arousal shot right down his veins. And alongside this spike in lust came a swell of strength. Wrapping his arms around Sam’s torso, Daniel adjusted their angle before throwing the bassist off of him and into the pillows. There was no hiding the surprise in Sam’s wide eyes nor how turned on he was. It was evident in the flush of his face and the way his breathing became heavy; not unlike the face he made while on stage. 

“Alright, way to show off, Hercules,” Sam snarked, his lips curled up in a venomous sneer that Danny had only exclusively seen aimed at those who annoyed Sam until this point. Yet no matter how hard he tried to mask it, Danny could hear how impressed he was at Danny’s strength in his tone. 

At the snide comment, Daniel chuckled darkly. The way Sam’s expression fell only made the drummer’s smirk grow, satisfaction flooding his veins. He began prowling over to Sam, caging him in slowly with each movement. It wasn’t until Daniel was perfectly on top of Sam that he spoke again. “Shut up, princess. I know you loved it.” 

Sam involuntarily shivered at the guttural tone Daniel employed. It was like a switch had flipped and all of the sudden his best friend was wafting off power and confidence. If Sam wasn’t turned on before, he certainly was now. It took everything he had in him not to just surrender to Danny and let him use Samuel however he damn well pleased; he wasn’t about to roll over and submit just yet - his pride wouldn’t let him. 

“Oh, yeah, you wanna be all tough and in charge, huh?” Sam had snaked his hand up into Danny’s curls, wrapping his hand around the base of his skull. 

Daniel was immediately suspicious. That question felt like a trap, like Sam was trying to play a specific angle. 

When the drummer didn’t respond, Sam brought up his other hand to the back of Danny’s head and yanked him down to be a few inches away from each other’s lips. “Then earn it.” 

Not needing to be told twice, Daniel slid his hands underneath his best friend’s thighs and hoisted him up. It was as if he blinked and then Sam had his back flush against the wall, his grip around Daniel tightening. He slammed Sam into that pale blue paint so hard that it caused the bassist to gasp from both surprise and the force shoving the air out of his lungs. 

Once pinned to the wall, Daniel shoved his lips onto Sam’s. It was at that moment that Daniel understood why Eve ate the apple. The temptation of indulging in something forbidden, of violating warnings and breaking rules, was a thrill second to none. To be enthralled in the velvety lips of his best friend was treacherously coaxing; he was the original sin.

Granulating lunges of hips produced filthy lamentation on the part of the bassist, repressed by the disinclination to sever the contact at their mouths. Teeth and nails mercilessly punished the skin of both individuals, scratching red threads in their wake and ceding mulberry depressions on flush sinews.

The distinct piercing metallic pungency was once again gracing Daniel’s tongue, luring the perverted exaltation correlated to that taste out to the forefront. This newfound morbid gluttony for blood should’ve indicated the wicked nature of this encounter, but abiding to morality wasn’t even close to being as important as the aphrodisiac harmony experienced. And that scared him.

Sam cried out again at the crimson ichor flowing into his mouth from the reopening of Daniel’s wounded lip. While it wasn’t surprising that Samuel had a penchant for blood that extended into his sexual desires, it nevertheless surprised the drummer enough to make him forget about his anxieties regarding his moral compass. 

Fed up with only minimal friction impeded by their clothing, Daniel unceremoniously dropped Sam onto his feet. As he went to petulantly protest, Danny silenced him by taking the collar of Sam’s shirt and tearing it apart. The noise the cotton made as it was shredded was loud, not allowing itself to go unnoticed. Underneath that tearing, Daniel could hear the pathetic whine of his best friend, his face screwed up in a mask of arousal. 

“That the best you got, big boy? Ruining a perfectly good shirt just to be all alpha?” Sam taunted, his tone nothing but scathing. 

Daniel knew Sam was just attempting to get under his skin. He knew that from the way his tone indicated a challenge and the glint in his amber eyes meant nothing but mischief. Sam was always one to push someone’s limits, to poke and prod them until they exploded; Danny was absolutely no exception. The only difference from all those other times Sam teased him was that he was going in for the kill. Sam knew all about what got Danny’s blood boiling and tonight, he was pulling out all the stops. 

Daniel at this point had ripped his own shirt to pieces and tossed it aside. The growl that involuntarily slipped past Danny’s gritted teeth should’ve been warning enough. “You’re such a spoiled fucking brat.” 

“Are you just gonna stand there and take my attitude, Danny boy? Guess that proves what kind of leader you are.” Sam’s grip on the drummer’s curls tightened. He wasn’t even trying to conceal that cocky look on his face and it was driving Daniel insane. This wasn’t just Icarus flying too close to the sun; this was Icarus turning ninety degrees towards the sun and playing chicken with it. 

Either way, his wings were still made of wax. 

No longer conscientious to his own actions, Daniel found himself pinning Samuel to the wall by his neck. It wasn’t a tight grip by any sense of the means. Truly, if Sam wanted to leave he would easily be able to slip out of his grasp. Regardless, the message was clear: Sam had pushed too far. 

Danny placed his right forearm right next to the bassist’s head, effectively caging him in. Even though he was only mere inches taller than Sam, Daniel was looming over Sam in a way that made it seem like those extra inches were feet. His entire presence was imposing, even down to the way he breathed. Sam had never been more turned on in his entire life. 

“Where did all that attitude go, pretty boy?” Daniel’s tone was purely condescending. Even the way he smirked down at Sam made him feel small and foolish. 

Chuckling darkly at the way the bassist’s entire demeanor changed on a dime, he moved his hand from Sam’s blemished throat to holding his chin between his thumb and pointer finger. Those amber eyes were pleading, Sammy’s brow knit. 

“You’re all bark and no bite, princess.” 

Seeing that defiance spark back up in Samuel’s eye caused a dark satisfaction to swell deep in his chest, Daniel feeling a smirk grow on his lips and his cockiness spike. It was the only warning he got before Sam nipped at Danny’s thumb in an effort to display how he wasn’t so pleased with the drummer’s comment. 

Ripping out his thumb with a growl, Daniel used that hand to grip the bassist’s hair in his hand.Taking advantage of the ability to manipulate his best friend’s head, he tugged on Sam’s hair and exposed his neck. Without hesitating, Daniel sunk his teeth into that irresistible flesh that beckoned his teeth indentations in order to mark Samuel as his property. At the feeling of the drummer’s teeth once again scoring his throat with his autograph, Sam let out a moan that seemed to originate from within the deep trenches of his consciousness. 

As if on their own volition, Sam’s hips thrusted directly into Daniel. It was a vital mistake and they both knew it; Danny knew just how desperate Samuel now was. A low chuckle slithered past Danny’s lips as his eyes darkened, a shiver traveling along Sam’s vertebrae. 

“Oh, a needy little thing, aren’t we, kitten?” Daniel purred into Sam’s ear. He couldn’t see it, but Daniel caused Sam’s eyes to roll back into his head. Once more, Sam’s hips lurched forward involuntarily. His hands balled into fists against Daniel’s torso, leaving red lines in the wake of his nails. 

The moan Sam released was dirty, wrong, and downright pathetic; three of Daniel’s favorite things from Samuel. It seemed all that arrogance and pride ebbed from his bloodstream. He was willing to beg for anything from Danny, as desperate as a bitch in heat. He was right where Daniel wanted him. 

Taking his best friend’s lamentation of lust as a yes, Daniel chuckled darkly once more. Daniel took his thumb and toyed with Sam’s plump lower lip, locking eyes with the bassist as he did so. There was a deep and strong flowing need roaring in the amber eyes of the younger man, Daniel drinking it up like he was a man dying of thirst. 

Danny didn’t miss the fact that this power he possessed over Sam made him feel the same as when he slaughtered his victims. That feeling of knowing it’s wrong, that doing it would alter the course of his life, the risk of being caught, but knowing that the payoff would be nothing but pure and unadulterated bliss; he couldn’t tell the difference between Samuel and his vice of choice. 

Perhaps he’s becoming my preferred sin

Filing away that thought for later, Danny decided that he was doing too much thinking. 

“Princess, when I’m done with you, you’ll have a new god to worship.” 

Without so much as any warning at all, Daniel was ripping Sam’s pants off of his legs. With a surprised yet petulant noise, Sammy got the hint and helped step out of his jeans. With them kicked out of the way, the only thing Sam was wearing was his necklace and a blush. 

That blush of his deepened as he watched the drummer get down onto his knees, their eye contact never waning. Before Sam even had the slightest chance of processing anything that had just happened, Daniel once again clutched the back of Sammy’s thighs hard enough to bruise and hoisted the man onto his shoulders. With a gasp, the bassist’s hands flew to those raven coils for security, his back once again flush against the wall. 

“Stay with me here, pretty boy,” Danny mused, a patronizing tone dripping from his words. 

In this new position, Daniel’s lips were at the perfect level with Sam’s cock. With that revelation, it finally clicked for the bassist. Involuntarily, his dick twitched in anticipation. Danny, being inches away, noticed. 

“Hang on tight, kitten,” was the only thing Daniel said before taking Sam’s tip into his mouth. 

With a deep and sharp gasp, Sam’s grip in the older man’s hair tightened. He was so desperate for anything that the very sensation of touch was enough to nearly send him over. Thankfully, he was able to pull himself away from the edge and save himself a lot of embarrassment. However, what he wasn’t able to get a handle on were the hopeless groans being ripped out of his throat. 

“There’s that vocal slut I know and love,” Danny said before diving right back in. It was driving Sam insane how Daniel would give him only enough to feel something but not enough for it to be euphoric. He kept at this for minutes, lapping lightly at Sam’s dick but never going all the way. From the look in his eye, the drummer knew exactly what he was doing as well. 

“Sadistic bastard,” Samuel managed to rasp out, his chest heaving as he panted like an overworked dog. Sweat was gleaming off his chest, marred throat bared as he rested his head against the wall. His knuckles were drained of all their color as he gripped Daniel’s hair like a vice, his thighs clenching tightly against Danny’s shoulders. 

Thrilled at what Sam had just called him, Daniel chuckled deeply with his lips still locked around his best friend’s tip. Pulling off with a pop, he smirked up at Sam as he admired the state he was able to reduce him to. 

“You love it, doll,” the drummer claimed. With one final smirk up at Sam, Daniel finally plunged down all the way down and took all of Sam. 

Sam didn’t make a noise. Instead, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hips lurched forward on their own volition. His back arched as he began grabbing more of Daniel’s hair in his grip. Danny, to his credit, was able to take everything Sam threw at him with ease. In fact, he began working as if Sam wasn’t even there. A thought sprung up in the back of his mind that Daniel was treating Sam like his personal sex toy and it nearly sent him into a spiral. 

To say Sam was unprepared for what Danny would do next was a complete understatement. In no way, shape, or form was Samuel expecting Daniel to begin prodding at his entrance with his finger. The shock was so much that he once again thrusted deep into Daniel’s throat and caused tears to form in his eyes and stream down his face. Never before had Sam thought tears were hot, but here he was toeing the edge of release from simply gazing at the wet streaks that stained Danny’s face. 

“Danny, I-I think-” 

“Don’t even think about it, kitten. You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” he ordered with a growl. The way he gazed at Sam… There was nothing but authority in those dark eyes of his. So Sam had no other option but to close his eyes and focus all of his energy on simply holding back. Normally that wouldn’t be an issue - Sam liked to think that he had pretty good stamina - but considering Daniel was cockwarming Sam with his goddamn throat and massaging his prostate with his beautifully calloused fingers, it was a miracle he was coherent enough to understand English. 

All of his senses were becoming overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure overloading his nerves. He was writhing underneath Daniel’s hold on him like a mouse entrapped in the constriction of a Boa snake. Despite his eyes being closed, Samuel’s vision whited out. He wasn’t aware that he was shrieking out Daniel’s name like it was a prayer. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. Every inch of him felt like he was on fire from the sheer amount of ecstasy streaming through his system. At that point, Samuel decided that his relief was more important than obeying Daniel. 

Looking him dead in the eyes, Sam came down Daniel’s throat. There was a fierce defiance burning in his eyes as his cum shot into Danny’s esophagus, challenging the drummer’s authority and pushing his limits even more. He knew from the second that Daniel groaned darkly that he had hell to pay for defying Danny, but deep down Sam knew that he wanted it that way. 

Dutifully swallowing, Daniel slowly pulled off of Sam while maintaining eye contact. The look in his eye was a dangerous one, one that promised revenge and retaliation. A shiver went down the bassist’s spine as Daniel fully removed his mouth from Sam; his fingers slowly and agonizingly followed, Sam being overly sensitive after cumming and feeling every inch Danny’s fingers sliding out of him. 

“You’re gonna regret that, sunshine.” 

Within the blink of an eye, Sam was being hauled over to the bed under Danny’s arm. Before he knew it, Sam was being thrown down onto the mattress with the wind being knocked out of him. There was only a brief moment before Danny was pinning Samuel to the mattress. Sam’s head was spinning, working itself into a tizzy as it tried to comprehend the past few seconds. 

As Sam was preoccupied with trying to get his bearings after Daniel treated him like a ragdoll, the drummer used his confusion to his advantage and yanked his belt out from his pant loops. 

Manhandling the bassist, he used leather to bind Sam’s wrists hard enough to leave bruises and tied him to the bed frame. 

“Comfortable?” Daniel smugly questioned as he watched the younger man tug against his restaurants in a futile effort. 

With an angered look in his eyes, Sam huffed out in annoyance. “No!” 

Chuckling, Danny unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. The sly smirk spreading across his lips did much to get Sam’s dick back to half mast. He wasn’t aware his refractory period had that short of a window until now, but to be fair, he had never slept with Daniel before. 

“Good,” he darkly rumbled before removing both his pants and boxers together. Sam swallowed thickly as he took in Daniel in all his glory. He was proportional to the rest of his body: large, thick, and all long lines. To put it simply, Daniel would have no trouble splitting Sam open. There was a small part of him that worried about how Danny would fully fit inside of him, but he also knew Danny would take care of him. As much as he was acting all large and in charge Big Daddy Dom, the two of them had a bond sealed in the blood they spilled from their victims. 

Climbing up the bed, Daniel positioned his knees to be resting next to the bassist’s ribcage. Danny watched as Sam’s eyes nearly crossed as he gazed at his dick - eye level to one another. It was quite cute to see such an expression on his face. It gave the youngest Kiszka a sense of näivety Daniel had rarely seen from him in their decades of knowing one another. 

“You want to cum that bad, baby boy? I’ll make sure you cum so hard that you forget everything except me,” the older man darkly promised. And Sam believed it. 

Sammy’s breath hitched in his throat as Danny reached down with the hand that wasn’t propping him up against the wall behind his head and gripped his jaw. Using the fingers of his left hand, he was able to manipulate Sam’s mouth open. It was all he needed to shove himself between Sam’s plump lips. 

Daniel let out a sigh at the feeling of finally getting some friction, his head throwing back and exposing his throat. His right hand was still pressed against the wall, the paint a cool sensation against his otherwise searing skin. 

It was only a few seconds before Sam began using his tongue to lap at the tip of the drummer’s cock, his eyes big as they flicked up to look at Daniel. Danny couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into Sammy’s throat. The sudden action made him gag, tears welling in his eyes. However, there was nothing in his face that suggested he wasn’t ok with what had happened. In fact, Daniel got the impression that if his mouth wasn’t full, Sam would be egging him on. 

Proving his theory, Sam began bobbing up and down along the length of Danny’s cock. 

Taking the hint, the drummer tangled his fist into those silky chestnut locks in order to keep Sam’s head in place. Then he began rocking his hips. Danny felt how Sam loosened his jaw to accommodate for the change of pace, those perfectly full and petal pink lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. Buckling under the pleasure, Daniel threw his head back once more as a growl left his throat. He was acutely aware that the bed was squeaking and groaning in warning of collapse, but he didn’t care. What he did care about was the tears streaming down those beautifully sculpted cheekbones and the thick saliva dripping down Sammy’s chin. 

Knowing he had to stop then - or else he wouldn’t - Daniel ripped his dick from Sam’s velvety mouth with a string of saliva connecting the two as an act of rebellion against the severance. The bassist petulantly whined at the loss of contact, looking absolutely used and enjoying every second of it. Once again taking his left hand, Danny placed his index and middle finger on Samuel’s tongue, the bassist immediately and enthusiastically coating them in saliva. 

Taking his fingers away, Daniel used Sam’s spit as makeshift lube as he lathered it onto the younger one’s entrance. It was only a moment before he slipped his fingers back in. Sam howled at the feeling, his back arching in a mirror image of Daniel’s fingers curling inside of him. He kept moaning out as Danny kept stretching him, Sam’s cock now fully hard. 

Deeming him to be sufficiently stretched, Daniel removed his fingers once more before aligning himself with Sam’s hole. He quickly checked with Sam to make sure he was still on board; they both knew that there was no way Daniel was holding back. Sam gave him a small smile before nodding, reassuring his best friend that this was something he wanted. It was all he needed. 

Daniel plunged himself as deep as he could go. Samuel - hands gripping the leather restraints, knuckles turning white, eyes rolling into the back of his head, jaw hanging slack - let out a soul deep cry of ecstasy that seemed to rattle the foundation. He was the perfect image of sin; the sweat on his skin caused loose strands of his hair to stick to his face, a dusting of pink resting high on Sam’s cheeks, bruises on his neck mixed with burning red teeth marks marring his neck. 

The drummer set a bruising pace, removing all semblance of restraint from himself. The headboard thunderously collided into the wall, the sturdy wood leaving dents in the soft plaster. The mattress’s scream of distress seemed to harmonize with the bed frame’s cry for help, agonizingly straining against Daniel’s brutal thrusting. But it was all hardly heard under the screams of pleasure from Samuel. His best friend was abusing his prostate, each violent thrust sending blinding waves of unadulterated bliss through his body. 

“That’s it, pretty boy. Sing for me,” Daniel growled as he lowered his mouth next to Samuel’s ear. There was sweat dripping down his back, his loose curls also taking residence on his face. 

It got to a point where Sam was mumbling out an incoherent slur of words that could have maybe been Daniel’s name. It was a constant stream of a bastardization of the older man’s name; music to his ears. It meant he was getting close again. 

“You look so pathetic, babbling my name like a fucking preverted prayer. You’re nothing but a slut.” 

Daniel wasn’t far from the edge himself. He could feel the ever-tightening coil in his stomach indicating that he was close. Really, the endless chanting of his name along with the added visual of the embodiment of sin writhing underneath him was pushing him closer and closer. But, what finally did him in was the spontaneous burst of cum spurting vigorously from Samuel, the majority of it painting the drummer’s chest. It was a matter of seconds before Daniel himself was filling the bassist up with his cum. 

Both of them spent, all the tension leaked out of their bodies as the exhaustion of that fierce fucking took its toll on them. The pair of them stayed in their places, using the reprieve to catch their breath. They gazed into one another’s eyes, the question of did we really just do that running through their heads. 

Their silence only lasted momentarily before there was a pounding on the door. The murderers - now once again fully cognizant of their transgressions against the law - feared it was the authorities as they whipped their heads towards the door. 

“What??” Sam shouted, his voice sounding nothing but used and abused. If Daniel hadn’t just finished, he knew that hearing his partner in such a state would’ve sent blood south. 

“Get down here, there’s something you’ve gotta see on the tv,” Jake shouted through the door, unphased by the attitude his little brother gave him. With one last pound on the wood, the guitarist’s footsteps faded as he descended the stairs. 

Huffing out, Sam threw his head into the pillows in a manner that reminded Daniel of a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Fucker has impeccable timing.” 

“At least he had the sense to wait until we were done.” Daniel, always the voice of reason. 

Sam, nothing but attitude, rolled his eyes. “Just untie me so we can deal with whatever the fuck they want.” 

Danny did as he was told, marveling at the perfect indentations on Sammy’s wrists. He pulled out of Sam after that, the two of them wincing at the feeling. 

They managed to make themselves look barely presentable before making the trip downstairs. That meant cleaning all the cum, saliva, and tears off of themselves before throwing on elements of the other’s wardrobe that had been tossed onto the floor while in the thralls of heat. The marks Daniel left on Samuel’s throat were perfectly visible as Daniel had torn both of their shirts to shreds and had to go without them. Sam even had the gall to put his hair up in a haphazard bun to showcase Danny’s handiwork. It's not like it really mattered, anyway. There was absolutely no fucking way the twins hadn’t heard them. Danny wouldn’t be surprised if the whole block had heard them. 

“What the hell do you want,” Sam snapped at the twins in a venomous tone, his arms crossed as he leaned against the far wall of the living room. The older man shot him a look that told Sammy to chill out. Sam was known to be catty on occasion, but this was just an unprecedented level. 

Josh, wisely, said nothing and instead used his head to motion their attention to the tv in front of him. It was turned to the local news station, a reporter standing on their block as blue and red sirens flashed harshly in the background with crime scene tape strung up behind her. The headline scrolling across the screen told of a murder that appeared to be a robbery gone wrong. The reporter rambled about the victim, how the body was reported, and other facts of the case before the shot cut to an officer. The officer stated how there - strangely - was a drumstick that was left at the scene. 

Nervously - and frankly a little bitterly - Sam shot a look at Daniel. The drummer shook his head. But Sam didn’t believe him. That was their thing and now Danny was going to go off on his own?? What the fuck was he thinking?! Resentment was beginning to curl darkly inside the bassist. After all that, his little sunshine was nothing but a-

“There’s an ‘S’ carved into the wood of the drumstick,” the officer added, cutting into Sam’s venomous train of thought. 

Once more, rhythm section shared a look. It only took a second for them to realize they came to the same conclusion. 

“Isn’t that insane?? It happened a few houses down from us,” Jake commented, oblivious to what the younger two were silently discussing. 

“To have a murderer that close to us…” Josh added, a shiver wracking his body at the mere thought. Under different circumstances, Sam might’ve laughed. If only Josh knew…

But they weren’t different. And this was no laughing matter. 

Someone out there knew what they were doing. And they were copying them. 

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[valyrfia]

I believe Max and Charles are both wanting to be friends again but are too scared to approach the other. I think they are both unsure what the other thinks of them. But I also think they are getting better. I believe they are teasing and joking to each other more and more.

We all know Max loves to discuss the race right after. Most drivers just want to move on. They don’t want to discuss their weaknesses with the “enemy”. Charles almost always seem happy to talk to Max. We also know that Max will always defend Charles. Max knows how Charles is getting the shit end of stick, ie Ferrari’s shit strategies. Max wants to support Charles. Max and Charles have some of the best battles in my opinion and I think Mac know this and want them. I believe Max thinks very highly of Charles racing.

Okay now for my unhinged opinion: I think Max and Charles would be great together. Whether that means teammates or a couples idk. I believe they are aware that they gravitate to each other. I don’t think they are at any level to see each other in a romantic way but hopefully one day. I think there is definitely something there, they are just unsure what it is. I love secret romances tho, so in my delusional mind they are always sneaking off together.

Sorry if this was too long. Please let me know your thoughts.

nothing is ever too long anon do not fear i always yearn for the full unabridged delusion.

i agree, i think they are a fantastic duo and have natural chemistry that gives them a good understanding of what the other needs at any given time. max needs to talk about the race, charles lets him. charles needs moral support because of a ferrari fiasco and max is always one of the first to voice it publicly. they both seek out physical contact and it’s obvious that the other person’s presence puts them at ease. they would make fantastic teammates, bouncing off each other naturally and closing ranks when they need to. a lestappen team would make them immortal titans in the sport in my opinion (even if they’re getting there on their own steam, the team up would cement it).

on a delusional tangent, they would make an incredible power couple. if twin flames exist they are it. there’s an incredible amount of care and respect there already even if they don’t fully realise it. they would challenge each other to be the best they could fully be and no one would be able to touch them.

#someone ask me about the lestappen twin flame timeline before i spontaneously combust #lestappen #anon

[blissfullyapillow]

Heizou as your streamer boyfriend

Heizou as your streamer boyfriend

Genshin Impact

Shikanoin Heizou x gn reader

wc: 1,799

Notes: I will pay to see Heizou raging at a backseat gamer. Overall cuteness sprinkled with some spice because I’m a horny bastard ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

Back to Masterlist C

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You were surprised when he told you he’s a streamer. How does he have time to fit that in with his busy job??

Well he manages, and you followed him embarrassingly fast once he told you his name on Twitch.

Tuning into his streams brings you so much joy. His community is really chill albeit super horny and you’ve found that you fit right in.

His Twitch name is Cyclone and he calls his  chat ‘His detectives.’

You eagerly open up Twitch once you get the notification that Heizou has gone live. “Hello, my little detectives. Have any new leads for me today?”

The way you clutched your chest as your heart skipped a beat.

Swoon.

One time he told chat when he’ll go live just to go live an hour earlier. What was he doing that whole hour? Just chatting. Chat asked Heizou any question they wanted and he answered. Too bad for the majority that only a handful of chatters showed up, including yourself.

Once more people started flooding in, Heizou ended the stream to delete the Vod before he began a new stream at his usual time.

To say chat was flabbergasted is an understatement.

What was discussed has surprisingly been kept under wraps to this day. It’s a secret kept between you and the other chatters present that day, and as a result the few of you that were present became closer.

You guys love to tease the detectives about it sometimes.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

After Heizou told you about his stream he made you a mod and introduced you to the community. Chat welcomed you with open arms but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing for you.

One thing you pick up on pretty quick is how much he HATES backseat gaming. He has explicitly given you instructions to ban people who backseat game after one warning. He has even gone out of his way mid game to pull up chat and ban backseat gamers.

One time he got so mad he was visibly raging on stream which resulted in you crying tears of laughter, but you don’t tell him that.

You’re surprised when you find out you’re only one of three mods on his channel. Who are the other two?

One goes by ‘TheOneAndOnikabuto’ and they’re a bit… chaotic. You two have executed  numerous pranks and trolls on Heizou, but he lets you two get away with it.

The other mod isn’t there as often but they’re super chill and dependable. They ban with a swiftness so sometimes you don’t even finish reading the problematic message before the person’s banned. They go by ‘TheGuidingStars.’ Apparently two people use the account.

Off Stream Heizou will sometimes reminisce on funny stream moments with you. 

Heizou tells you that he’s told chat he’s already taken, but if you’re comfortable and you want to, he’ll tell chat that you’re his partner. He’s content either way if you wish to reveal yourself or keep that between the two of you.

The mods know of course, and surprisingly TheOneAndOnikabuto hasn’t spilled the beans already. Although he apparently hates beans so that works in your favor.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

One day Heizou arranged a fun outing so all the mods could meet up irl. You were apprehensive at first but knowing not only Heizou but TheOneAndOnikabuto would be there put your mind at ease.

Apparently the ‘TheOneAndOnikabuto’ goes by Itto and he’s, well, very chaotic irl. Which was expected.

Meeting ‘TheGuidingStars’ wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. They’re twins who go by Aether & Lumine, and you hit it off pretty well with them.

Heizou likes to play RPGS, especially one’s where there’s a mystery going on with unanswered questions. After you recommended he play Persona 4 Golden, Heizou went CRAZY. He adores the cast and has fun trying to determine who the killer is.

Funny enough, when he told you his suspicions off stream he was 100% on the money but you didn’t tell him that lest he turn his backseat gaming rage on you.

It became a bit of an inside joke with the frequent chatters, but one time a particular person was being a bit TOO open about their admiration for your pretty boyfriend. After another horny comment from said person you didn’t even think twice before banning them.

Immediately you felt a bit ashamed at how fast you acted, but the feeling of relief overrode your other emotions. That is, until Heizou pointed out that the comments were no longer appearing. After he checked and saw that they were banned, he KNEW it was you but he decided to act innocent.

“I wonder which mod banned them? Shall we try and solve this case my little detectives?” Heizou had the audacity to pull up a poll for chat to vote. After the poll ended Heizou burst into laughter when your name was at the top of the list. Funny enough, Itto was second and close in votes to you.

Heizou decided to “take a hydration break” after the poll and it only took a few moments before he made his way over to you. You tried to hide from him but he was quick to remove the device you were using to watch his stream from your view.

“Is someone jealous of a horny stranger in my chat? Hmm?“ His smug words only served to irritate you, so your reply was “No. It just irritated me how they were having such lewd thoughts about you. I mean, I don’t blame them, but at the end of the day only I can have those thoughts about you.” Your confident reply only makes his grin grow wider and the distance between the two of you close.

“Well, if that’s how you feel I have no qualms with the ban. Although… why don’t you put those thoughts of yours into action?” Heizou’s breathy whisper brushes against your cheek, and you’re the one who eagerly closes the miniscule distance between your lips and his inviting ones. 

As much as Heizou physically ached to continue making out with you, he only indulged you for a few moments more like 5 minutes before he returned to stream to tell his detectives that he’ll return at a later date.

Chat was more than suspicious for the sudden end to the livestream since he seemed a little out of breath and his hair was a bit disheveled, but overall they found the whole situation funny.

As soon as the stream ended Heizou’s lips became glued to yours once again. You can’t help but feel a bit smug since you know you’re the only one who can make him feel this way.

➳༻❀✿❀༺➳

After you feel comfortable in his community he invites you, Itto, Lumine, & Aether to play games with him on stream.

The first time you talked on stream you were so nervous that your palms were sweaty, but when you saw the positive feedback from chat about how “Attractive” and “Cute” your voice sounds your nerves vanished into thin air.

Itto made the first joint gaming session more chaotic than it needed to be, but otherwise everyone had a good time and the detectives took a liking to Heizou playing with his mods.Soon it became more of a regular thing. Sometimes Heizou even invited chat to join in on the games.

One time Heizou was openly flirting with you in game, and before you two knew it, chat was actively shipping you two. Off stream, Itto and Lumine love to tease you two about it. Aether’s more chill but he tends to catch you off guard with his blunt comments. “The sexual tension between the two of you was so intense that I felt it through the screen. Next time you two should just get off stream and go make out already.” The way your jaw dropped-

If you ever show interest in streaming on your own channel, Heizou is all for whatever you decide to do. If you DO make your own channel, he’s literally always in your stream. Always. Even if he’s currently streaming he’ll pull up your stream on something else to watch.

One time he literally watched your stream with his chat while he ate.

He’s your first and most trustworthy mod. You hardly see toxicity in your chat, and that’s hard to achieve.

Although, you have noticed how fast he’ll time out others who write thirsty comments about you. You start dying of laughter on stream when a long message from Heizou pops up in chat @‘ing an extremely down bad chatter before he bans them.

Your communities have a FIELD DAY with that clip.

『••✎••』

Heizou’s chatters aren’t called his “little detectives” for nothing. In his discord server, the one he made for his community, you read all the evidence they have for their theory that you & Heizou are dating.

You sit down and scroll through the evidence with Heizou as you two laugh together. It’s almost scary how spot on his detective's intuition is. If you decide it’s time to tell the detectives that you two are dating, Heizou is elated. He devises the perfect way to tell them. However, if you choose not to say anything he’s content with that as well.

Heizou waits for his next livestream to tell his detectives that they cracked the case. 

When he finally breaks the news he does it in such a subtle way that even YOU almost didn’t catch it. Chat blows up with messages of “WE ALREADY KNEW” and “omg I told you so !!”

Your favorite comment is from Itto himself, who says “What!? They’re dating?” with such an incredulous tone in his voice that you would’ve believed he never knew if you didn’t know any better. You hear Heizou’s raucous laughter from the other room and your laughter soon joins him to create a wonderful harmony of love.

You hop on his stream for a moment to say hi to chat, and they start gushing at how cute you two are together. 

Thankfully, his chat is very supportive of you two.

They were already making cute ship stuff with you & Heizou, with his permission mind you, but now they make cute couple compilations of you two that you guys watch together during cozy nights.

Overall, Heizou as your streamer boyfriend? Top tier.

P.S: He ups his flirting game with you tenfold on stream. Sometimes even Itto has to tell him to tone it down or go offline to handle his “horny business.” Everyone is both equally flabbergasted and amused when Heizou actually ends the stream with a brief “See you next time, my little detectives.” 

When you look up to see him making quick strides towards you, you're more than ready to accept whatever he has to offer.

#shikanoin heizou x you #heizou x y/n #heizou x reader #heizou x you #heizou x reader fluff #shikanoin heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou x gn reader #heizou x gn reader #reader insert #xreader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x y/n #genshin gn reader

[impish-ivy]

Beel’s Secret

Spoilers for Nightbringer Lesson 9 onward!

A theory of Beel’s possible involvement in the death of Lilith

Belphie mentions that both of them feel guilty about Lilith’s death and that Beel blames himself.

Ok we already know this, why mention it?

Because if Belphie already knows about Beel’s guilt then how could it be something he’s never told him?

Beel’s potential involvement in Lilith’s death

The only reason I could see Beel hiding anything from Belphie is if he’s afraid of how’d he react. Belphie mentions in his talk with you in Lesson 10 that all he can think about when he’s alone is who’s to blame for what happened. Obviously we know he blames himself and this manifested into a hatred of humans. But Beel may be afraid of this hatred being projected onto him, and with his own guilt it’d make sense that if he had any part in Lilith’s death, he’d keep it a secret. Sometimes we don’t tell our loved ones things because we’re afraid they may judge us, even if deep down we know they never would. The mind is a our greatest prison, after all.

Some potential answers

The least interesting answer is that he never told Belphie but because of their twin telepathy he knows how Beel feels. It feels super counterintuitive to have the others discuss things that weren’t explored in ObeyMe only to have Beel talk about something we’ve been aware of since season 1. So this answer is not only uninteresting it seems very unlikely.

A more interesting theory is that Beel had a direct impact on Lilith’s decision to save her human lover. Like…oh I don’t know, recommending the idea of using celestial fruit that could be used to save her lover. Food has always been Beel’s thing so it would make sense for him to offer up a healing food for Lilith. He also has a strong urge to protect his loved ones, and if someone you loved came up to you to devastated that their lover is dying, you’d wanna help them.

We know the fruit she used is most likely an apple as Belphie has an open hatred for them. And while it could be just someone not liking a food, he seems to take personal offense to the apples mere presence.

Beel has been mentioned twice now that he was in the human realm the day before the Celestial War. What could he have been doing down there?

Beel was down in the human realm running an errand for Michael. Which is very strange given Beel was a Cherub, an angel who guarded the Celestial Realm’s gates. So it’s very odd that he’s been sent down into the human realm. Even more so because he was gone for several days.

Something to note is that we have no idea where Lilith was the day before the war. She’s never mentioned probably because they’re still grieving so she’s most likely hanging out in the human realm with her dying lover.

My Theory

So then what was Beel tasked with in the human realm?

My personal theory is that he’s been sent to find Lilith. Obviously he’s wouldn’t be looking for her under the pretense of punishing her. He would just know that Michael wishes to talk with her, which wouldn’t be too unusual.

Anyways that’s my theory!!

I hope they do something interesting with this set up as Beel deserves it

#obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me beel #obey me Nightbringer theory

[jasminelyoko57]

Detective Yuu - The Octavinelle Mafia

HAHAHA, FISH MAFIA GO BRRR

BEST LISTENING TO: “Shooting Star” by RAKURA, “Makka na Lip” by WANDS, “PLAY THE JOKER” by VALSHE, “Bloody Mary” by Lady Gaga 

(these are their themes, you can’t convince me otherwise XD)

“Yuu... You probably wouldn’t even dream that you're already part of a project the Atlantica has been working on already for half a century.”

“We can be both of God and the Devil as we seek to raise the dead against the tide of time.”

(Image by Pixiv Id 54078134)

A secret criminal syndicate with a hidden objective. 

They commit various crimes to maintain its secrecy, remove obstacles, and gather funding and resources for its mysterious research projects (under the name ‘Atlantica Enterprises’). The members of the mafia are given code names. 

The boss is Azul Ashengrotto and the members first to appear are Jade Leech and Floyd Leech, who were responsible for transforming Kan’no Yuu into a child with the enigmatic drug SHIRAYUKIHIME_1812 and turning Jack Howl into a werewolf.

They’re the arch-enemy of Kan’no Yuu, Jack Howl and Epel Felmier.

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Known members

Higher-rank

Azul Ashengrotto: 

The don/boss of the Octavinelle Mafia and CEO of Atlantica Enterprises in public. He is the man at the center of it all.

Jade Leech (codename: Shock the Heart):  

A high ranking mafioso (consigliere) who specializes in coordinating deals and assassinations. Highly intelligent, lethal, and very acute, he force-fed the drug SHIRAYUKIHIME_1812 on Yuu.

Floyd Leech (codename: Bind the Heart):

Caporegime and managerial secretary of the Octavinelle Mafia, as well as Jade’s twin and partner.

Vil Schoenheit (codename: Fairest One of All): 

A mysterious actor from Germany with exceptional disguise and voice changing abilities that allow him to pose as anyone.

Intermediate-rank

Leona Kingscholar (codename: The King’s Roar): 

An American professional sniper who has been seen to take orders from the Leech brothers. He has a slothful yet impatient personality.

Ruggie Bucchi (codename: Laugh with Me):

An Argentine (half Italian) professional sniper who is Leona's partner and who has been seen to take orders from the Leech brothers. In contrast to Leona, he has a mischievous personality.

Former

Epel Felmier (codename: Sleep Kiss)

A high ranking biochemist who worked on SHIRAYUKIHIME_1812. He was scheduled to be executed when he boycotted his work because his entire family was murdered. Epel took a SHIRAYUKIHIME_1812 pill he had smuggled in with him, with an intention to commit suicide, but instead shrunk to his 10 year old body. He then escaped.

Jamil Viper (codename: Snake Whisper)

Before the present timeline, Jamil was an undercover MI6 agent with the codename “Snake Whisper” who infiltrated the Octavinelle Mafia. His allegiance was discovered and he was rejected by the mafia. His prowess led the mafia to view him as the MI6's trump card.

Modus operandi

The Octavinelle Mafia commits crimes such as illegal deals, blackmail, robberies, and contract assassinations to raise money for research. The group operates like a hybrid of a business and a mafia group, this causes Epel to sometimes get confused and call them "organization" instead.

The Octavinelle Mafia recruits outside talent and cultivates clients and sponsors by sending high ranking members like Jade and Floyd to business meetings, but they also use mobster-like tactics to intimidate desirable civilians into making deals with them.

Besides their financially motivated crimes, the group engages in other stereotypical criminal activities like bribery, spying, and eliminating threats or former partners who are deemed useless or a risk.

#twisted wonderland #detective yuu #detective conan au #disney twst #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #pomefiore #vil schoenheit #twst vil #epel felmier #twst epel #savanaclaw #leona kingscholar #twst leona #ruggie bucchi #twst ruggie #scarabia #jamil viper #twst jamil

[askthestans]

I Know We’ll Meet Again Some Sunny Day...

~ Somewhere In the Pacific Ocean ~

Waves roll and roil as they circle a lone boat in the waters. On its hull reads 'STAN O' WAR II' in capital white letters.

The air is frigid, punctuated by the occasional warm furl of coffee, cigar smoke, and spicy cologne scents mingled together. The black and crimson craft bobs along, glossy with moonlight and the golden glow of a single window.

Within that window stand two men so similar in profile and color - eyes tea brown and hair wavy and silver - that, if not for their different clothes and glasses, one would mistake them as clones. That is, until one sets his palms on the oak table.

He sifts these six fingered hands through yellowed pages with maps on them. A little smile comes to his face as he then organizes the maps into neat piles, sorts them into a folder, then places the folder atop a maroon book with a golden hand, covering the numeral six in the center. He takes a swig from an owl shaped mug, sighs pleasant and quiet, and leans against the table as he looks out at the sea, eyes forever trained to look for what secrets it could be hiding.

In the corner is the other man, sifting through objects in a tattered leather steamer trunk. Coins with emperor’s faces long worn, multiple dice with different numbers of sides, a crystal dagger, papyrus scrolls, a flat stone with Elder Futhark runes etched into it, a clover with twelve leaves, and on one end, multiple knitted sweaters, glittery letters tucked into their arms, and a different design on each front.

He refolds them gently, fond memories resurfacing with every stitch. A banshee whose screeching was really practice for a heavy metal band and not an omen of death. A skeletal, antlered wendigo whose rotting smell he perfectly recalls even now, and whose ability to mimic his brother’s voice still chills him to the bone. Then there’s the one with the vampire who never sparkled in real life nor was actually that attractive, though he knows that kind of embellishment was to be expected.

At the very top is one with him and his doppelganger walking side by side towards an A frame house with the words ‘Mystery Shack’ on the roof, and a portly man, a woman, and a teenage boy and girl with matching hair there to greet them.

But that memory hasn’t happened just yet. Nor would any holding of hands be involved, he knows, but he grins crookedly at the sentiment.

That night, they fall asleep to the lullaby of waves and each other’s calm breathing. The next day, they pull into a quiet harbor, get into a maroon car, and drive through the morning mists into redwood forests. By dinner, they’re at that house, walking side by side towards it, and to their delight, the scene is a little different than it was on the sweater. 

This time, the figures don’t wait by the door. They rush forward. Hugs and questions and comments about what’s changed and what hasn’t begin. By the time they’re ready to head inside, the teenage girl is already measuring one brother around the waist and arms, and the teenage boy is already pouring over the maroon book with a hand and a six on the cover, given to him by the other brother.

After dinner, they sit around the living room table telling stories until eyelids get heavy. Summer begins again the next day, and though - like twins - more things are the same than not, there are some distinct little changes.

There’s a different kind of rift that needs patching this time. What was broken long ago takes more than adventuring around the world for a few months to fix. But everyone can see it’s well on its way towards mending.

A Few Days Later in the Shack Living Room...

Stanley: You know, as much as I like travelin’, it’s sure nice to be home, ain’t it, Ford? The best part is seein’ Dips and Mabel again, with you here the whole Summer this time. I missed those kids more than anything. Besides, I need their help with those comics I’ve been workin’ on. Mabel’s great at drawing, and Dipper’s a genius at comin’ up with plot twists.

Stanford: It’s strange. Back in those days before our fight, I never pictured my house so full of life. I always thought I’d be alone, pouring over my research. The worst part is that I was content with that. Pleased, even. But now I dread thinking that that could have been my life.

It’s even better than I could have imagined now, actually. Not only are you here, but Dipper and Mabel... they add a lot of light to this old place.

Stanley: Don’t worry, Poindexter. I’m sure it’ll get a lot more stuffy and moody again now that you’re back.

Stanford: Hmm, we didn’t run out of that air deodorizer we had on the ship, did we? I fear the Shack might start to smell more now that you’re back, too.

Both give each other a glare. Then their expressions melt into grins and a shared chuckle.

Stanley: You know, I get the strange feeling like we forgot something before we left on our adventure, though. I mean, more than what got zapped outta my brain when I socked that soggy corn chip who tried to end the world, or whatever.

Stan and Ford think to themselves for a moment, then shrug. It’s not until that night, upon Ford logging into his old laptop, that they realize what it was.

Stanford: Uh, Stan? Could you come down here? I think I discovered what that thing we forgot was.

Stan comes down into Ford’s lab with Soos, Mabel, and Dipper in tow, a conversation about the time Stan punched a kraken in the eye following them in fragments.

Stanley: Yeesh, Ford, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Like that one poltergeist jerk we exorcised in Peru after he told us he was gonna haunt our fridge for eternity. It can’t be that-

Stanley: ...

Mabel: That’s right! They were doing that cute old man ask blog thingy.

Dipper: Think anyone who asked one of those questions is still even around? Soos, you made stuff for the fandom, right? Are people still interested?

Soos: Of course they are, dood! I’ve been writing Stanfiction for years now, and if there’s anything I’ve learned, well, two things actually... it’s that people just can’t seem to get enough of these guys hugging, and second, the best way to get readers is to have Ford as the main character.

Stanley: Wait, why does Ford get more attention than me!?

Stanford: Is it my intelligence and vast knowledge of all things supernatural and theoretical? My dark backstory as an outcast and my struggle to fix my mistakes? Or maybe my tragic, devastating need for validation of my wisdom and capability after a childhood with a father who never gave me the approval I so desperately-

Soos: I dunno. No one really said anything about your chapters until the one where I put you in a red speedo. Got lots of reviews and favorites and requests for more after that!

Someone even sent me fanart for it! Here, I was saving this for you for when you got back. I’m gonna miss having this fella on my nightstand.

Stanley: Lookin’ a little drafty, there, Fordsy.

Stanford: Soos, that specimen incinerator I left down here still works, yes?

Soos: Yeah, I use it to burn mail Stan still gets here from the IRS all the time! Also the DEA, the DNR, the FBI...

Stanford: Fantastic! Now, do an old gentleman a favor and set that thing on the ground.

Soos: Sure, I guess?

Soos sets it on the floor. Ford takes out one of the many pistols on his belt under his trench coat and zaps the fanart with a quick electric blue beam. Then he takes a rifle out that shoots a small bubble that encapsulates the crater. A miniature nuke goes off inside, shaking the lab around them with an ear-splitting explosion. Ford lifts the bubble filled with glowing ashes and walks over to a hatch in the wall. It squeals as Ford wrenches it open. He dumps the bubble into the incinerator, which hungrily accepts it with green tongues of otherworldly fire. Meanwhile, the others stare on with blank faces.

Stanford: Ahh! Isn’t the power of science magnificent?

Dipper: Grunkle Ford, was that... legal? The mini nuke part, I mean?

Stanford: My boy, if there’s anything I learned from your Grunkle Stan these past few months, it’s that if there are no cops around, anything’s legal! Also, I’m already a wanted felon in over a thousand dimensions, and I’ve set off nukes far larger and for far less than that.

Stanley: Soos, you made copies, right?

Soos: What do you mean? Of course I-

Soos: I mean, no, I did not make multiple high quality copies of that fanart. There are no copies in my wallet, on my bedroom wall, in the cash register, in my secret hidden Stanfiction box in the woods, in the hands of those government agent doods who raided the house last year, or in the visor of my truck whatsoever. Nope. Nada. N-none?

Stanford: I knew I could count on you to do the right thing, Soos. Otherwise, if I ever saw that fanart again, I’d have to set off more nukes. Specifically targeted ones. We wouldn’t want that, would we?

Soos: Y-yes, Mr. Pines! No nukes! I could go for that! Actually, I gotta go, now that I think of it. I’m late for my burning evidence and raiding a government office appointment. You have fun answering those questions!

Stanley: Ugh, you’re no fun. Lighten up, Sixer! The internet’ll just make dozens more.

Stanford: And here I thought I’d escaped hell when I came back through that portal.

Stanley: Anyway, we need to get back to business. We have 516 messages to sort through, and I’m not about to let my reputation as the internet’s favorite Grunkle die! We might not answer all of ‘em on account of some being repeats, but we’ll try to do the best we can.

Stanford: Alright, as long as there is no more art of me wearing... never mind. Let’s just get to it. I think we should open the ask box again, too. We’ll answer a mix of old and new ones. Eventually, we’ll catch up.

#gravity falls #askthestans #stanford pines #stanley pines #ford you have no idea what the internet has done to you and let's hope you never find out #also I've been on hiatus for years but HI

[rosalyn51]

10 Supernatural TV Shows That Deserve Their Own Movie

10 Supernatural TV Shows That Deserve Their Own Movie BY JESSICA NOBLEZA, Collider Jan 9, 2023

Hopefully, a few of these fan-favorites can follow in the footsteps of 'Teen Wolf'.

Magic, mystery, creatures and ghosts - all things that make a supernatural flick so intriguing. They go beyond the common understandings of humanity's perception of reality, and introduce viewers into a world of complex mythology. In cinematic history, this darker spookier genre thrived within the medium of television. From Teen Wolf, to Supernatural, to The Vampire Diaries, people were willing to spend hours upon hours watching stories that explored unnatural forces.

Even now, 6 years after its series finale, the narrative of Teen Wolf gets to live on in a new movie. But should that be the only story world that gets resurrected in this form? Within the last 10 years, TV has lost its greatest supernatural stories - many due to abrupt cancelations. One way to fix this problem: save and prolong these worlds within a movie of their own. These are some worthy contenders.

'A Discovery of Witches' (2018 - 2022)

When historian Diana Bishop (Teresa Palmer) finds a long-lost manuscript in Oxford's Bodleian Library, she inadvertently places a target on her back. With the book holding ancient secrets about vampires, witches and daemons, Diana is forced to embrace her magical heritage to escape the clutches of the political council for creatures. Her life forever changes when she meets Matthew Clairmont (Matthew GoodE), an enigmatic geneticist who's also a high-born vampire.

Luckily for fans, A Discovery of Witches was able to complete the adaptation of its book trilogy. However, with its rich and intricate lore set in motion, scrapping this story world would be heartbreaking. Given that author Deborah Harkness revealed her plans for several spin-off books, this paves the way to cinematically expand the world of creatures. Possibly a movie about Matthew's past lives or even what happens to his and Diana's twins given that they're half vampire, half witch.

Rosalyn51 Note: Wouldn’t a movie be nice? Actually in 2019, author Deborah Harkness explained her plan for the All Souls book series. “The All Souls Trilogy is the first 3 books of The All Souls Series. Book #4 is already out and is called TIME'S CONVERT. I'm working on Book #5 now. Book #6 should be THE SERPENT'S MIRROR about Matthew's 16th century life before 1590. Book #7 will probably focus on Gallowglass.” Stay tuned : )

#matthew goode #a discovery of witches #matthew clairmont #adow #matthewgoode #henry talbot #matthew roydon #matthew de clermont #all souls trilogy #all souls series #movie project #deborah harkness #the serpent's mirror #spin off books #teresa palmer #diana bishop #adow tv #actor #freud's last session #new project

[artsy-hobbitses]

For the Thunderhoof's Adoptive Demon Sons AU, does Sunny try to step up and be what Sides believes him to be after he hears about what happened to Strongarm (like, "Oh SHIT, I'm so sorry, fratellino. I need to be the best big brother now, for his sake."), or does Sides become more like Sunny, possibly without any of the development either twin goes through in your regular canon? There's a lot of potential in this, as much as how they got there tears my heart into many pieces (Strongarm! ;A;).

He’d be 720% more protective of Sideswipe than he already was at that point ESPECIALLY once he finds out what exactly the authorities had in plan for his brother for, ostensibly, doing things the right way and being a good man.

He nor Thunderhoof tells Sideswipe any version of “I told you so” because deep in their hearts, they really wish they had been wrong about this (No one starts out life looking to go into crime).

Sideswipe going Underground with them means Jazz never finds Sideswipe as he did originally, so basically, that mayor who was behind all this wins re-election as Strongarm’s case goes cold, and Stagdad and his Sons are stuck holding on to each other as things get absolutely shitcanned and their city dips further and further into a Functionist Hellscape.

There is a silver lining though—Sideswipe is bitter, but not broken nor has he forgotten about his community and Sunstreaker and Thunderhoof actually end up becoming a little more like him as time goes by and it becomes obvious that Thunderhoof’s business cannot run without the people—looking out for themselves means looking out for the community, they have to start caring so there is a distinct shift in Thunderhoof’s gang as they take on more of a Robin Hood-type mantle and begin to protect and amass genuine support among the manuals, and the Underground becomes a safe haven for those escaping political persecution.

The old illegal pitfighting rings Thunderhoof used to run become secret clinics/care centers/housing for those who can no longer afford to be in the streets, because by this point the idea of fighting each other for money becomes even more ridiculous than it previously was given their current situation.

The more benign Union which was earlier crushed is replaced by a far more ruthless network of former and current criminals banding together under Thunderhoof for a cause bigger than all of them; angels singing songs of freedom bandying words for change didn’t get the job done, now it’s time for the devils to pick up the fight and burn the ivory towers to the ground so they can take back their city.

And Sergio becomes the definition of “Demons run when a good man goes to war”.

They become the Manhattan Resistance, though they are classified by the government as a terrorist group, and function like an in-between of Bots and the Cons; Genuinely good intentions, hellish ways of getting there because the right way didn’t work and now, they’re doing it their way.

#inbox #save for later

[fryingpan1234567]

so, in your post about your HC superhero AU, you mentioned that the villains were mostly helsmits, and you already gave us a few (evil x, helsknight, and the unnamed bdubs sibling that I’m not sure if they’re an original hels or Pungence), so what drove those guys to villainy in the first place?

So! Yeah it’s Pungence, and ofc we’ve got EX and Hels himself.

But there are lots of other Helsmits, most of the names of which are not mine obviously, but I’ve got some stuff on them.

As I mentioned, EX and Pungence ran away from the AHM when they were kids, leaving their brothers behind to be trained to be supers. Hels was knighted by the same ghosts as Wels, so he’s kind of stuck because he swore to protect. He’s got a loophole, though: his partner and the people he considers his family are all villains. Therefore, he is protecting what he has to. Wels is pissed about that but can respect it.

Just a quick list of Helsmits:

Indulge

Zedeath

Limbo

Kamalis

Wendigo

Medic

BadTimesWithScar (BadTimes)

Bear

Mani

EmeraldialSun

AriesEva

TrueSymmetry

Strain

Skall

Phoenix

yC

Some of those are mine, most of them are just ones the fandom have come to conclusions on. If you guess them all right I’ll give you a cookie lol

Basically, they’re all related to the Hermits in some way- maybe they’re siblings, cousins, some rando who happened to be born at the same time, ex best friends, etc. They got sick of being in the Hermits’ shadow, and decided to do something about it.

Most have powers. Some are failed trainees. Some are self-taught. Some are just angsty and decided a life of villainy was what they needed to do. There are even one or two trained by professional villains.

I should mention that the Hermits and Helsmits are not the only hero/ villain teams out there. You thought the Hermits were bitter about being forced into hiding? How do you think the Dream SMP, the actual psychopaths who killed the president’s daughter, feel? The split about down the middle, but that’s a story for another time.

Fortunately, there aren’t very many all-out wars with full teams. Mostly it’s just a couple wreaking havoc, and the appropriate Hermits are sent out to deal with it.

There are a couple very specific backstories though, and I’ll tell you about them:

~ For as long as he could remember, Hels and his twin brother were actually very well off. They had that cool thing where they could read each other’s minds, and they didn’t even fight that often, despite sharing a bedroom and… pretty much everything else.

But. The biggest issue? Wels was a huge suck-up. To their parents, the teachers, the coaches. Hels was more of a ‘put a finger up towards the world’ kind of guy, because he knew it wasn’t kind, and he was happy to return the favor.

When he and his brother were given power as vast as they were, Hels’ mind went straight to what he could do to the assholes that called him slurs, made fun of Wels for every reason possible, their parents, who made both boys feel like they were failures no matter what they did.

Unfortunately, to become a knight, there’s an itty bitty problematic oath you have to take. You can’t harm anyone who doesn’t attack first, and you must hit back within reason.

“Within reason” meant a different thing to Hels than it did his brother and the knights. He’s not stupid. And he doesn’t let go of things easily.

His solution? Leave and find a way to make that oath his own.

Yeah, maybe seducing the leader of the only villain organization he knew (it was very small at the time) was a ploy to get out of being a hero. He didn’t feel like saving the assholes that had caused him so much pain. But then he really fell in love, and he made some genuine friends, and after that?

No one could stand in his way.

~ Pungence liked having powers. It put him above kids who made fun of him and his brother, not that they knew that, but it was nice to have a secret like that.

He had photokinesis, just like Bdubs, only his was more… dark. Bdubs produced light. Pungence sucked it out of things.

Still, they got along. When people were racist assholes at school, the brothers just let loose a string of random Spanish until they got scared and left them alone. That was pretty funny, no matter how many times it happened.

And then one day, there was an offhand comment about how America made the best superheroes. Anyone who wasn’t white or an American citizen could never live up to the heroes they had.

Especially Bdubs and Pungence.

That was the last straw. The boys had decided enough was enough, and showed all those kids right then and there just how heroish they could be.

Which… didn’t go over as well as they’d hoped.

Their family was shunned by the rest of their small town, and they were forced to leave. They ended up in New York, but it wasn’t long before the AHM tracked them down. A massive sum of compensation, more than either brother could comprehend, was offered to their parents in exchange for the two of them. There wasn’t much hesitation when the decision was made to hand them over.

Bdubs resolved to show everyone who had doubted them, their parents, everyone back home, even himself, that he could be great. The greatest, even. He’d be the brightest hero the world had ever seen.

But Pungence couldn’t forgive all of that. Frankly, he was surprised Bdubs could. Normally they were on the same page as far as things like revenge went, but not this time.

He wasn’t going to prove them wrong. He was going to prove them as right as he could, and he knew he’d go down in history… just not on the same side of it as his brother.

~

Martyn Littlewood used to be Ren’s best friend- more than that, for a time, but that went out the window when he discovered Ren was a werewolf.

At first, he was mostly horrified. He felt bad for that, mostly because the only reason he found out was that Ren came to him for help after being injured by hunters, thinking Martyn would help him. He was wrong, of course, but he didn’t know that at the time.

Once Martyn got over the fear and Ren was far away out of his life, he decided maybe powers like that wouldn’t be so bad. He happened to come across an offer to become a hero, and he didn’t pass it up.

They didn’t quite give him the powers he was expecting. But honestly, a wendigo wasn’t all that bad. Pretty sick, actually.

He realized the issue when his thirst for blood became too strong to control. It took the entire police department together to contain him, and he was handed over to the AHM, only to be recruited by EX and Hels.

Revenge on Ren and the people who locked him up, plus free usage of his powers? Not a bad deal.

~ Typically, heroes were respected more than villains. You know what villains have over heroes?

Fear factor.

People are terrified of beings with power and aren’t afraid to use it. Heroes could be pushed around, and villains could not.

The Void twins knew this. It’s why they came to the Earth dimension in the first place- power. Their powers don’t work in their own dimension, so Earth was a good place to make a name for themselves.

X wanted to go down in history, just like Bdubs.

So did EX. They wanted to be the most powerful interdimensional overlord in the history of time-space.

X was able to keep them at bay for a few years, but when they met a new boy with just as much ambition as them? It was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Pungence said goodbye to Bdubs when he left. EX said nothing to their brother, because they knew X had the power to catch up to them. So as soon as they were ready, EX got them to Britain and they didn’t come back until they were ready to take on New York with a brand new team of very powerful people ready to kick ass.

~~~ ta-daaa, how do we feel anon? does that make sense? I wanna start writing more actual stuff and not just concepts lol send in more y’all

#Hermitcraft #helscraft #helsmits #hero au #helsknight #pungence #inthelittlewood #evil xisuma #hex #mcyt

[lightlycareless]

OUGH CHAPTER 33,, this ones RICH theres so much here all of y/ns letters,, i wonder how hinata would feel if she actually got to read them?? not that she'd get through all of them before trying to break in there herself to get y/n out i imagine

NAOAKI,, calling y/n cute straight up now?? we're just straight into it there's no denying anything anymore. full on flirting out there-- good for them. and the GRAPE,, feeding her the grape,, im obsessed. hinata turning naoaki away bc of his resemblance to naoya-- i get why girl but also MAN you are missing out on the sweetest man in the world. n also the possibility of the zenin's getting pissy over hinata and naoaki talking to each other?? they are DERANGED for real its unbelievable.

mariya and tatsuro,,, i really do think she COULD tell hitomi i like to think she'd understand. and also backing herself into a corner w lying about to everyone i just can not imagine that ending well at ALL somewhere down the line

THE BOXES FULL OF RECORDS MY GODDD,,, naoya is going to give y/n a HEART ATTACK. its a thoughtful gesture but she is so (understandably!!) put off anything to do with him she just finds it creepy as fuck. it is so funny tho "there has to be another reason for his actions,, but what,," girl,,, hes trying to be nice for once this is not a murder attempt,,

and the idea that naoya's gonna eventually try to ask how she liked the gift oh MAN-- he's already gonna be torn up beyond belief over that last chapter ending (must be why we don't see him this time he's too busy crying) and to see her respond cold to like... what's probably the first real big thoughtful gift he's tried to get her?? devastating. obliterated.

this chapter is driving me insane and up the walls (in a good way) i am SO ready to see whats coming.. ur setting up for somethin big i know it,,,

Hello!!!! I’m glad you liked the bit of… lore I guess? I don’t know how to call it lol regarding Y/N’s letters! I only went through them briefly, in the aspect of what she must write and what not to keep a low profile, but never really showed what she was writing… and boy, was it sad.

Hinata would be very, very sad. Definitely. She’d first be upset, angry, quickly identifying that her letters are to set up a façade that everything is right, when it’s not. She’ll also be able to find some traces of Y/N being genuine whenever she speaks of the twins or her staff… perhaps. But overall, those clues end up being irrelevant to the fact that Y/N is in danger and needs to be taken out of there as soon as possible.

And her not caring for Naoaki…. Hahahahahah it made me laugh and a bit frustrated tbh, but how is she supposed to know?! yet OMG he's RIGHT THERE.

I did think on various occasions that her acting that way with him might’ve been... reckless, like it could’ve raised some red flags from him and be like “Hinata is acting weird” subsequentially, leading the clan to be further vigilant of her. However, Naoaki doesn’t know what’s up with his clan, and his priority is to help Y/N above anything else so… yeah. I wish she would’ve given him the benefit of the doubt and approached him, doing so on any other occasion I think, when she isn’t there for work and isn’t overworked either lol.

But yeah, she’s tired of all she’s been put through and couldn’t care less of engaging with other people as of right now. To Naoaki’s defense… Hinata didn’t talk to anyone else either, so there’s that 🤭

I’m still surprised the Zen’in weren’t lil bitches about it, they probably didn’t consider their interaction to be that important anyway—since their secrets are safely guarded… at least for now. Kind of. Hinata is still not out of their radar. Hmm. They’re probably thinking on how to not get involved in the crisis since they think so little of non-sorcerers lol.

Now onto Mariya…. I just love causing conflicts with her lmao. You could argue that she’s not doing anything… wrong per se, but man, lies and lack of communication can lead to some pretty terrible misunderstandings and that’s the least of the things I want happening between Y/N’s staff 😭 But essentially Mariya is afraid that speaking out loud of this situation might lead other members of the staff overhearing this, rumors begin to circulate around the house, and she loses her job 💀 It’s not that she doesn’t trust Hitomi, but she’d rather keep it hidden from everyone to avoid these risks. (also, the pain of having disappointed her is too much for her to even contemplate 😭 she cares too much for the sisters, and already gone through something like that with Y/N... no, I can't have her suffering 😭😭)

As for Naoaki… that freaking scene with the grape was like omg…………………………………………………… I wanted to go heavier on the subtle implications, but I was like no ma’am, Y/N pulled away from that one and I don’t think Naoaki would insist after seeing her reject his advancements sooooo maybe for another time 😊 This was also a way to show just how… bold the two had become after the whole Naobito/Naoya/Y/N thing went down, had this been before that, Naoaki would’ve never done something like that.

I can imagine Ranta watching the two from some undisclosed corner frantically hoping that Naoya won’t come out and see them lmao.

Finally… the mystery of whatever Naoya was shoving inside his pocket the chapter before is revealed!

Guess he was listening to what Y/N was telling him, however, for him to suddenly go out and buy them implies another motive behind them… or at least that’s what I intended to write 🤭 Naoya is trying something, to be nicer I guess, but without him taking accountability I don’t think there’s going to be any advancements soon. 😫 He’s still out there having some kind of war with Naoaki, when he should be focusing on Y/N and his marriage!!!!! Well, best wishes to him I guess lol.

Now… I won’t say much outside of that hehe because it will be expanded on the next chapter, it's a Naoya-centric one where we'll see what he was doing while this went down, as well as a bit of—

Anyways, thank you so much for tuning in for a new update!! The build up for the next chapter has me at edge, nervous… but excited too and I can’t wait to show you!!! (let the hype be appropriate) But for now, I shall take it easy, I got my birthday to enjoy (and this annoying cold out of the goddamn nowhere!!! To overcome)

Have a wonderful weekend, take care, and hope to see you soon!!!

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The dynamic between Yoosung and Saeran is so interesting to me, not necessarily in a shipping context because depending on which timeline you’re talking about that can be extremely unhealthy, but endings where Yoosung gets recruited into Mint Eye are such an interesting glimpse into his character for me. He’s so desperate for answers about Rika and already has some mistrust in the RFA, mostly V, whereas Saeran knows exactly what happened to Rika and thinks of the RFA as liars, especially V, so it’s easy for Yoosung to be manipulated into joining under the wrong circumstances. Mysmes bad endings in general are extremely interesting to me because we get to see how these characters react when they’re at their worst. Not that I want them to be unhappy, I have and will cry over these endings, but they’re interesting from an analysis and story writing standpoint. I don’t understand the point of romanticizing them when, in my opinion, there’s a much more intriguing conversation to be had about how the characters react to these terrible things happening

I'm not huge on Yooran, either. At least, when it's the confines of Yoosung's Bad Ending. I don't see much hope for SE Saeran and Yoosung, either, but that's because I think Saeran struggles with Yoosung and Jumin as a given due to their proximity to Rika and Jihyun in the past.

He knows neither supports what happened in the end, with nothing but hurt and heartache in knowing what Rika and V did, and that’s not even counting what happened with the gun, but it's hard to be around them knowing that connection. It’s hard to look at Jumin in the eyes knowing he took a life. It’s hard to look at Yoosung knowing that Yoosung will never know the truth about Rika. 

But, that's just how I read into it, and I know most people would rather imagine the secret ending being a place where everyone can bond with Saeran. But, I just don't see him wanting to bond with anyone, I see him wanting to get far away from all of them.

He wants nothing to do with them because why would he want to be around people he stalked for years, why would he want them to be around him knowing that they might only keep him around to humor his twin brother? It's a lot of messy feelings and he would rather avoid that. I digress, but most Yooran content builds ideas from the BE in Yoosung's Route and since I can't stand that, or the characterization that paints SE Saeran out to be sardonic and an asshole, I tend not to read most Yooran stuff, haha.

But, in the confines of Another Story, where we see Yoosung and GE Saeran, I do adore their bond. Yoosung himself confesses he's got a strong sense of attraction and adoration for Saeran, and I get it. Me too, Yoosung. If you're gonna have a crush on someone, he's quite a catch. I do think they have a stronger likelihood of being romantically entangled in that ending then they would in any other ending. 

But, I also think exploring a platonic relationship between them is also interesting. You're right in saying that they have a lot in common and I think a lot of people gloss over that fact sometimes. Yoosung is someone who understands where Saeran's coming from, even if the emotions are messy, because those two have been denied the truth in some way, shape, and form.

It's not hard for them to find a sense of kinship in each other. It's a sense of familiarity they find in one another. Yoosung sees a pain he knows in Saeran’s eyes, and Saeran sees someone who understands how much it hurts to be betrayed by someone you think you knew. I think no matter how you play it, romantic, platonic, or whatever else you see, there is a lot of sincere intrigue to be had in what it's like to put these two characters in a room together.

I wanna see what happens when they talk about the past.

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