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azulsluver · 10 months

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I just want to ramble a little bit but- My personal scenario/headcanon for Bully au (which by the way, I love your writing) is that maybe one day reader decides to disappear, even if for a little while, maybe they just hide in some place for a long period of time (or hilariously and sneakily find a way to avoid their bullies throughout an entire day, or even crazier a whole week!!). They're so emotionally destroyed that they start to actually believe their insults and awful treatment they endured, and so they decide to just isolate themselves further somewhere no one can "be burdened by me"- Which in turn causes everyone else to at first get pissed off and then more and more (slightly, very slightly) worried that their punching bag is missing.... Perhaps, even have escaped them? 👀 I would love to see who loses their composure first, even if they don't admit their obsession at all lmao

Anon you don’t know what you’re doing to me //0//

tw. Bully!characters, no one takes you seriously kinda, yandere, stalking, baby tantrums.

This was more crack than anything serious…idk what happened but rants bellow!

They genuinely start tweakin:

Riddle, Deuce, Kalim, Malleus, Jack, Silver, Ruggie, Idia, Vil

They’re the ones that usually have their eyes on you, to find out that you’re missing and not at a place they SPECIFICALLY told you to be/stay flares their attention. Sure they can last a couple of days without you but a week? Nuh uh, they think they’re responsible for whatever you do, once they find you you’re getting a whole lecture. Telling you they’d get in trouble if they hadn’t found you sooner but let’s be real here.

But if you hid in a place far far away from them (which is impressive and impossible tbh) they’re already having a meltdown. Biting fingernails, aggressively running their fingers through their hair. All of that, and the ones who usually stay composed in situations like these (Ruggie/Riddle/Malleus) start to overthink so bad that they look beyond stress. It’s the thought that maybe you ran away from them or worse got kidnapped or lost. Which makes them have more of a reason to keep a tighter leash on you.

Ok but Kalim, Idia and Deuce cry like babies and throw tantrums.

Let the imagination work so think of Vil sitting on the kitchen table with his hair tied up and a face mask on while wearing a robe, a cup of coffee in his hands as he stares off into the distance that looks like he’s about to stab someone. He deadass thinks he’s growing grey hairs and has eyebags because his favorite punching bag is missing after two weeks. Who is he gonna step on now..

Gets pissed off:

Leona, Ace, Azul, Sebek, Epel, Jamil

“But why?” Is what they said when they perfectly understand the problem. Do they feel bad? No. In fact people like Leona and Azul can go through days without you because they’re always busy with something rather than terrorizing you. BUT you have to understand that as much as they pretend to not care they aren’t willing to clean up the mess after your pity party.

Jamil and Sebek are only mad about you disappearing is because of Malleus and Kalim’s whining. Please save them.

Ace and Epel are the ones who are mega mad as in a corny way. “How dare my punching bag run away from me and disappear for days!!” Typa stuff. Unbeknownst to them they double the insults and it makes you even more depressed lmaoo.

Ehhh Jamil may actually panic as well, because when Kalim isn’t happy no one is. And he does misses you personally, worries when he finds you (which is really scary to [Name’s] pov bc why is he so caring??) he’s all over you to make sure you aren’t injured or anything. Still pissed so he might slap the back of your head a couple of times and lecture you + same thing goes when Sebek finds you except he doesn’t comfort you.

Thinks it’s amusing:

Rook, Jade, Floyd, Trey, Cater, Lilia,

“Ohoho did I go overboard?” Yea you did. Anyways little shits don’t feel bad in fact they think it’s funny and cute that you disappeared because you couldn’t handle the insults and took it for granted. Lilia and Jade giving you false comfort just to do it all over again when you make a mistake. They probably already know your hiding spots and camp there to experiment how long it’ll take for you to come crawling back.

Maybe, just a little bit that Trey feels bad. He coddles you for a while then goes right back to gaslighting because he’s always right and when he says these things to you it’s because you’re wrong!! The type to restrict his affections if you decide to go into another episode of running away and crying. Cater knows where ya at bc you have location on.

At first Floyd was pissed because his resting place is missing, like bae where you go? But eventually he understands where you went because for some reason he’s bullying everyone around him and stalking your location to see where ya at. Mocks you once he finds you, really mean but it wasn’t “entirely” intentional. Like he knows he’s at fault and is trying to cheer you up by mocking your “problems”. Ok but don’t do that again or he’s going on the genuinely tweakin box.

We all saw Rook being in this section no surprise. Knows every little place you could be right now, has his eyes on you 24/7. “My love I didn’t mean to say your lips are chapped and you can use some Vaseline but the whole thing would be gone isa joke :(“ it’s not. Purposely picks out your insecurities so you can do another runaway.

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harrywavycurly · 7 months

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Do you think Eddie would tell Wayne about reader wanting a double date?? How would that go?👀 I know Wayne would knock some sense into him!😂❤️

Hiii lovey!!! So I wasn’t sure if I was gonna actually post this or not but I’m in a really good mood so I’m gonna give y’all this (sorry it’s at a random ass time lol) so I hope y’all enjoy💖

-find all things Trouble Next Door here✨

*also idk if it’s just me but this lowkey might make you sad? I hope not though!*

“She wants to do what now?” “A double date…she thinks it’ll help us move on or something.” “Move on? From…Chrissy and Steve or…” “please don’t start Wayne.” “Sorry…so what are you gonna do?” “Since when have I ever told her no? She seems really set on the idea…been talking about it for the last day or two.” “Who is she thinking of asking on this date?” “No fucking clue…she hasn’t mentioned anyone for her or for me.” “You’re letting her pick who you go on a date with? Damn son…you’ve really got it bad huh?” “I just want her to be happy…that’s all I’ve always wanted for her…really thought Steve was gonna be it for her…fucking asshole.” “But what about you? What’s gonna make you happy Eddie?” “Being in her life..anyway I can.” “How long has it been?” “How long has it been since…what?” “How long have you been in love with her?” “Oh uhm…I uh…I don’t know?” “You don’t know? So it’s been that long then?” “I know there was this moment when I turned sixteen and just got the van…I remember picking her up and just driving around because I was just so excited to be driving on my own and wanted to take her somewhere…I rolled the windows down and had the music up loud and she…she looked over at me with this huge grin on her face and her hair was blowing everywhere and…and I remember wondering if her eyes always had that sort of glow to them when she smiled…and if her laugh always sounded like a melody to a song that I could listen to over and over again…I almost ran a stop sign because I just…couldn’t look away from her.” “Eddie…” “I love her…so fucking much and…and I just want her to be happy Wayne…I need her to be happy.” “What if you’re the one that’ll make her happy? She deserves to know how you’ve been feeling son.” “It’s pointless…She told me she loved Steve more than she loved me.” “Well he was her husband…and she doesn’t know how you feel so maybe she just hasn’t had her moment like you did in the van at sixteen yet…because maybe she doesn’t want to risk loosing you? Have you thought about that?” “I don’t know…” “you deserve to be happy just as much as she does…I think you owe it to yourself to get your feelings out there in the open before you have to watch her be with someone else who we both know won’t be good enough.” “What if she doesn’t feel the same?” “What if she does?…we both know either way you’re gonna cry so might as well just rip the bandaid off and see what happens.” “I hate to say it…but you’re right…” “damn straight I am…now come on…coffees getting cold.”

#trouble next door convos #eddie munson series #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie and wayne munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson au #eddie munson slow burn #eddie munson x best friend reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson friends to lovers #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things au #wayne munson #my little dungeon master baby

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 9 months

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From Helvete With Love

Summary: Euronymous' twin hippie brother is in town and up to cause some chaos! (Bear with me, I'll make it work!)

Pairing: Euronymous x fem!Reader x Kappa

Word Count: ~1.8k

Content Warnings: Double Trouble Smut 18+!, You Don't Really Expect This To Have A Noteworthy Plot Do You?, Threesome (mfm), Spit Roasting, Hair Pulling, Subspace, Emotional Cheating, Implied Substance Use (Alcohol and Pot), Dub-Con Due To The Substance Abuse, Kappa Having Insane Amounts Of Audacity While Euro Is Kind Of An Asshole

A/N: I really hope the nonnie with the Threesome request from 2-3ish weeks ago sees this 👀 Also not proofread bcs I literally need to catch the bus to work in like 3 minutes.

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @b4sementgrl @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess

Cry

Who do you need? Who do you love

When you come undone?

Who do you need? Who do you love

When you come undone?

- Come Undone By Bad Omens

In a high pitched jingle, the little bell above the door indicated that someone had entered the record store but you didn't really bother looking up from the latest issue of Kerrang! magazine, your eyes busy with studying an oven-fresh Duff McKagan interview.

"You call that shithole a record store, huh?" A somewhat familiar voice asked in a cocky tone.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint the person it belonged to and the snarky comment certainly had you raising your gaze towards the counter, shooting right towards the new visitor.

With a sleazy grin playing around his mouth, a well familiar face stared at you with strikingly blue eyes just like those of your boyfriend.

"Look what the cat dragged in…it's the hippie cunt!" You teased right back at the man that happened to be Øystein's twin brother, Kappa.

"Oh, mean, missy!" He scoffed and arched his brows in amusement.

"What do you want, trashbag?" You sneered, smiling at him while your eyes roamed over his features.

You only had met him on a few rare occasions but it never failed to befuddle you just how similar and yet dramatically different Euronymous and Kappa were. Polar opposites in everything but being terribly eccentric and pretentious jackasses.

"I'm in town and I thought to say hi to my brother, is he around by any chance?" Kappa inquired, leaning his torso against the counter whilst throwing you a borderline flirty smile.

"In the back." You nodded your head towards the bureau behind the countertop to gesture him the way.

"Thanks, sugar!" Kappa quipped whilst walking around the counter, heading towards the bureau.

"Fuck off, hippe." You beamed at him with a cheeky smile before lowering your gaze back onto the glossy pages of the magazine.

Neither of you had really been ready for the way this day played out after this seemingly innocent interaction. Everything started with a few guiltless beers at the pub nearby, maybe a few shots of vodka too and the occasional cigarette to go with tipsily firing neurons, craving one hit of serotonin after the other at this point. However, the nicotine in your bloodstream turned into herbally-pungent THC by the time the three of you arrived back at Helvete, sloppy steps scratching over the cold asphalt illuminated by cool-toned street lights. Of course, Kappa had brought some weed with him and neither of you held back in indulging in it to the point where your body felt like one buzzing cloud made out of cotton candy. At some point you weren't sure anymore whether the couch was actually a part of you or not as your weary eyes grazed over a scenery of crushed beer cans, shot glasses and scattered vinyls. The air around you was thick and heavy with the smell of alcohol and pot, the smog covering the record store in a white, translucent veil seeping into every last nook and cranny.

Your bloodshot eyes felt like simply fluttering shut and you could've sworn they did but you weren't sure of this at all. Did you black out for a moment or where did the memories go that would’ve explained how your train of thought got back on track again as you heard yourself breathing out a muffled moan?

"There she is! Got me worried there for a second, sugar." You noticed Kappa talking to you in a breathy tone from above.

The hits of information reached your brain one after the other in a violent flush of realization. You knelt on all fours, a soft mattress underneath your palms and knees swallowing up a good part of the recoil caused by your body being penetrated from both ends, Kappa in the down your throat and Øystein buried deep inside your oozing cunt, both their cocks fucking into you in a firm pace.

Pulling in all the air you possibly could through your nose, you reluctantly looked up to Kappa as you noted how sore your jaw felt with your lips eagerly wrapped around his girth, sucking him off like you never did anything else in your life. How the hell did you get here? The question burned inside of your racing thoughts but you tried to push it to the side as your gaze met with Kappa's, who was looking down at you with an unexpectedly warm smile.

"Don't worry, I got you, make sure you’re okay, hun." He whispered to you in a raspy voice as the hand, that wasn't grabbing fistfuls of your hair to guide your head back and forth over his throbbing cock, went to your cheek to give you soft caresses filled with affirmation.

"Good girl.", He praised, the tip of his hard on nudging against the back of the throat, "Øystein really lucked out with you as a girlfriend. You're funny, you're smart and hella pretty."

"Could you not?" It was now that you really took notice of your boyfriend behind you with his hands on your hips and his lap rocking against your rear in desperate thrusts.

"What? You gotta make her feel at least a little special right now." Kappa sneered back at his brother without ever taking his eyes off of you, practically hypnotized by the way his cock disappeared into your throat with every roll of his hips.

"I think I can do that very well on my own." Euronymous huffed, tightening his grip around your waist before pushing himself into you with such brute force that it nearly hurt.

You winced around Kappa's cock, a few wayward tears pricking at your lower lash line and his thumb wiped them away before they could even really trickle down your face.

"Issok, sugar. C'mon, close your eyes and enjoy yourself." His broad hand cradled your face and you trusted him, allowed yourself to.

"There you go…" Kappa cooed to you in a saccharine-sweet voice, hips rolling against your face in a steady pace, careful to not hurt or overstimulate you.

With that you let yourself go, adjusting to his rhythm while your mind rendered blank. You've never ever felt this filled up before and it was continuously bordering on the very fine line of being just too much for your body but instead of your actual boyfriend it felt like Kappa was guiding you through this, all his attention was on you and you only. Of course, he loved the sight of his cock slipping in and out of your mouth in wet, sloppy sounds, making him feel ready to burst at any minute now but he not once put his own pressure released over your well-being in this constellation. Quite the contrary to his brother who was railing into you at a merciless pace from behind, rendering your tightening cunt sore from within. In a way, he knew that he wasn't having the upper hand here anymore and in desperate, failing attempts Øystein tried to turn your attention back to him which only led to you being even more infatuated with the gentle yet firm ways of his brother.

Kappa put you in a headspace you've never experienced before and to say that this state was blissful oblivion would've been an understatement. Mixed with all the substances in your bloodstream, you felt yourself slipping into beautiful nothingness and just felt your body, felt Kappa's cock sliding down over your tongue again and again while he held your head by your hair, steadying you, making sure to not accidentally choke you with his girth. He made it known that he was here for you and it made your chest feel all warm and secure, a warmth that would shot right down between your legs in the very next second, making you clench down around Euronymous' cock in what turned out to be the first contractions of an orgasm that took you by surprise. You inhaled sharply as undefined moans and whimpers vibrated around Kappa's hard on which he only reluctantly pulled out of your mouth. While Øystein rode you through your orgasm, gradually losing himself in it, Kappa stroked himself off with a few quick pumps of his fists, spilling and splattering thick ropes of his seed right onto your face. With your entire body convulsing around your boyfriend one rouge thought escaped its prison and ran wild inside your mind. For a moment you couldn't help yourself but to wish that it was Kappa's cock you were cumming on right now. Your eyes shot wide open as a sharp pang of shame and guilt chased right after the orgasmic high.

"Dude, really?!" Øystein groaned behind you, drilling himself into your now utterly overstimulated pussy one last time before coming undone deep inside of you himself. You recognised how he filled you up with himself like so many times before but you couldn't pull any please from it right now, instead you stared back up to Kappa who was breathing heavily.

"What? I thought it to be a bit more decent than busting my load down your girlfriend's throat, no?" Kappa scoffed at his brother, lowering his hand down to your face again, gathering a dollop of his cum from your chin and smearing it just over your trembling lips, the tip of his thumb prodding against your mouth, leaving it up to you whether to open up or not. Entranced by the way his icy blue eyes were beaming down at you, you did just that, a part of you defiling your boyfriend for never taking care of you the way his brother did.

#rory culkin #rory culkin lords of chaos #lords of chaos #euronymous x fem!reader #euronymous #kappa x you #kappa smut #kappa x fem!reader #kappa black mirror #kappa

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the-force-awakens · 10 months

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*slides into your asks* you're taking reader prompts, you say? 👀

well, if you feel so inspired, I'd like to offer:

"For someone who claims to not be a cuddler, you couldn't keep your hands to yourself all night." + Poe (shocking, ik 🤭)

Please and thank youuuu 💖

thank you for the request hon! word count clocks in at juuuuust over 1k. no warnings besides a lot of fluff.

"I'm not really a cuddler, actually.”

Poe glances up from his datapad — patrol rosters for the next week are pulled up, with a blank space where Niv's name used to be before he wound up in the medbay with the flu — to where you're standing at the side of his cot, appraising it like you would a ticking bomb.

(Poe would know, he's seen you disarm one.)

“You're not?” It shocks him, somehow, even though now that you mention it - yeah, he hasn't really seen you be that physically affectionate with anyone before.

Well, anyone besides him. You didn't mind his penchant for being touchy, seemed to like the press of his body besides yours when he sat with you at meals. You smiled every time he kissed the side of your head before he left for a flight, and pulled him into bone-crushing hugs when he made it back.

So he just assumed that meant you're as snuggly as he is. He'd kind of been counting on it ever since he invited you over, to sleep in his quarters for the first time since you became a thing.

(That's what you keep calling it, a thing. It's so early in that it's hard to say if this is going to be a long-term relationship, but it's been long enough you both know it isn't a fling.)

“No,” you reply, monosyllabic as you pinch the fabric of your pillow between your fingers. You'd brought your own because, according to you, his was lumpy. “I'm not, is that - I mean is that going to be a problem?”

Poe watches you for a moment, trying to parse out the complicated expression on your face; which you don't seem to like, because you drop your gaze to the floor, as if you think he'll see something he doesn't like — which is just kriffing impossible.

"Nah, it's not," Poe says eventually, clicking off his datapad. The clock is rapidly approaching double digits and he's got an early meeting with the General, so the rest of the roster can wait. Hell, he'll fly in Niv's place himself if it means he can catch some shut eye tonight. “I just hope you don't mind if I am, I can't really - turn it off in my sleep.” He exhales a nervous laugh as he says it, scratching the back of his neck.

To his relief, you smile. “I kind of figured you would be. You ready for bed?”

Poe's already beelining for his side when he replies, "Maker, yes," and you only laugh in return, crawling under his scratchy blanket and dropping your pillow beside his.

You both face each other, your face becoming shadowed as BB-8 dims the lights for the night cycle, and Poe seeks out your hand, gently pulling it up so he can hold it between the two of you, the edges of the pillowcases tickling your skin.

“Goodnight, Poe,” you whisper, the ghost of a smile on your face as you squeeze his hand and close your eyes.

You wake slowly, reluctantly. You're warm, in that wonderful way that means the rest of the world is chilly, and there's a comforting firmness beside you that you have no trouble burrowing closer to — you don't remember situating your pillow like that, don't recall falling asleep hugging it, but you must have because there's something that you're clinging to like you are the last vestiges of your sleep —

And then you hear a chuckle, rough and full of affection, and feel the way your pillow dips with the inhale and exhale of breath, and all at once you remember that you're not in your bed.

Prying open your eyes, you tilt your head back and realize that at some point in the middle of the night, you'd done precisely what you said you wouldn't: you'd sprawled out almost entirely on top of Poe, one arm flung over his torso, legs tangled together, your head cushioned by the joint of his arm where it meets his shoulder.

"You know, for someone who claims you're not a cuddler,” Poe begins, tipping his chin so he can look down at you. "You couldn't keep your hands to yourself last night.”

Your face beats up with mortification and you groan, turning your head to bury it against his chest, just over his pec. He didn't have to phrase it like that. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hold you hostage.”

You feel his frame tense, and then he very gently nudges you back, shifting so you're both back on your sides. Your leg is still wedged between his, and you do your best to ignore that, which Poe makes easy, what with his easy smile.

"Hey, I distinctly remember asking you if you minded if I was snuggly. No need to apologize for beating me at my own game.”

You huff a laugh and bring your hand up to cup his cheek. “I didn't know I would. No one's ever accused me of being cuddly before, you know? And I've never had anyone who -” was as tactile as you craved, before Poe.

Even with your aborted explanation, Poe seems to get it, because he nods. "Glad you could discover it with me.”

“I'm discovering a lot of things with you,” you murmur, leaning up to press your lips against his in a lazy kiss. He tastes like sleep, but you genuinely don't care, not when his warm, warm hand comes up to cradle your jaw, and he's smiling against your mouth.

He's a little late for that briefing with Leia, though, because now that you know you like cuddling, you're extremely reluctant to let him go — and Poe isn't any better, coming back even after his shower to kiss you some more, until you're having to push him away and towards his door with the promise he can kiss you some more tonight.

It's definitely not a fling. But you think it's growing into something more than just a thing.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #ask box #campingwiththecharmings #myfic #this has like negative plot. this is the definition of fluff but hey I wrote smth.

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nerdieforpedro · 26 days

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Fare Well

For @wannab-urs Hozier Song Drabble Challenge

Dieter Bravo x plus size female reader (Sweet Pea)

This fic is for those 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 1.8k (Yeah so…I went past Drabble 👀)

Summary: Dieter has been working so hard. He still has an issue that might be because of his mind. What can he do about it? Do anything else.

Warnings: unhealthy coping, sexual dysfunction, sex work, teasing, pet names, sexual activity (actual and implied I think? I should know. 🙃)

Notes: I listened to this song 5 times in a row because I didn’t really listen to Hozier (now I do). The color this fic is purple or violet, whichever you wanna say it. 💜 I bolded lyrics I was able to put in the fic. 🤗 Thanks to Gin for giving me two Dieter fics to write back to back. ☺️ That little trash panda is always so giving.

Main Masterlist / Dieter Bravo Masterlist / Writing Challenge

Tapping his foot on his hardwood floors, Dieter Bravo is in an all too familiar place. He’s been purposely busy. Keeping occupied except for when he’s completely exhausted has kept him out of trouble, even in the tabloids. People are saying he’s changed for the better. He knows he’s keeping clean, keeping in the straight and narrow.

Bravo has run into a snag on his progress.

The last few paintings had done well in gallery showing, even selling for double than asking price, his last movie was well reviewed. These are both very good things, wonderful. He’s happy, proud even. Bravo is having plenty of sex, mountains of it. In his head. Reality has played out much differently. All this work he’s doing, he hasn’t been able to chase a different high. One he’s used to replace the drugs. It wasn’t that he couldn’t find people to have sex with. He’s been more careful about it, not something he’s been concerned about prior to his new leaf. In doing so, acts he’d normally attempt weight more heavily on his mind and keep little Dee from swelling when needed. Bravo knows the rumor that might be going around but it’s not true! Since his mind is clearer, he actually thinks about who he’s having sex with more and little D isn’t always on board. You know, one of those words his therapist mentioned – cognitive dissonance except it’s happening with his partner in pleasure little D. Big D when he’s feeling in the mood.

He knows he could just go to one of those discreate clubs, seek his needs out there, but he always assumed he wouldn’t need one. The Oscar Winner keeps looking for different projects, in his studio trying out new paints, trying to learn the saxophone (it was a bad idea, but sounded great at three in the morning when he called his assistant and told him what to buy), he then went to a spin class and damn near passed out after fifteen minutes and tried a cooking class but was kicked out for causing an oil fire.

Nothing was working so he called and asked to stop by, check the place out. The owner of course said that was fine – he’s Dieter Bravo, they’d love to have him. Dieter told the owner,

“I’ll take any high. Any glazin’ of the eyes. Any solitary pleasure that masks my sorrow. No drugs though, I’m not willing to backslide over it.”

The owner said they understood and had the perfect person for him.

So now Dieter waits in this room. It’s an array of different purples well violets since this is a more classy place. He wanted to undress to his boxers but was told by the front desk to leave them on. He did remove his shoes, socks and jacket, but otherwise he’s dressed. Simple black slacks and a white button-down shirt that had bellowing sleeves with a deep v-cut exposing his chest down to his sternum. He felt like dressing up a bit but still kept it simple, most of the clientele were in suits and dresses that Dieter saw. Soft guitar music played in the background, he closed his eyes as he waited curious who they might have matched him with based on what he asked for.

Dieter heard the clicking of heels first. Then smelled a deep woodsy fragrance, it approached slowly, matching the pace of the heels. They stopped in front of him and he caught hints of citrus and a flower. Using his aquiline nose to sniff closer to the source, feeling body heat radiating from whoever was in front of him. “It’s faint but you smell like a sweet pea.” He released a deep breath he’d been building from taking in and trying to identify the different components of their scent.

“Welcome Mr. Bravo. I hope my fragrance invokes pleasant memories. I’m told you want to rid yourself of sorrow. Correct?” The voice embraced him as soft fingers coiled around his neck, thumbs pressing into his chin.

“Yes, please. I need to forget, just for a bit. Then I might be able to get my body to function properly. Everything is fine, great even.” He kept his eyes closed and he felt them. Lips on his forehead, warm and plush. They lingered, “Can I touch you, please?” No answer was given as hands left his neck and were placed on each side of a torso. His palms roamed slowly tracing the lace that wrapped the body he had in his hands.

The lips left his forehead and he was tempted to reach for them, but kept his eyes closed, he would wait, trying to keep his breathing even. “Is this alright Mr. Bravo or do you want someone who might-“Dieter wildly shook his head.

“Don’t you go anywhere Sweet Pea. Stay right here with me. Just like this. Maybe more. Can I look at you?” He pulled the body toward him, sniffing more. “Call me Dieter. Mr. Bravo is the one having issues with his little D.” He made himself chuckle knowing what a stupid joke it was. Fingertips graced his cheek and tipped his chin upward.

“Look at me Dieter. How do you want me to drown your sorrows tonight? I usually go by Violet due to the room, but I like Sweet Pea when you say it. It makes me sound cute.” The giggle from this celestial being has Dieter wondering if she’ll still giggle if he’s buried between her legs. He wouldn’t need to come up for air, just search for what would be his reward: her moans and his tongue squeezed by her pelvic muscles. His palms ran around to her back, feeling the different rolls of her body.

“I want to see if I’m going to go into a coma from drowning in your nectar Sweet Pea. Can I be your first casualty? If I was going to go, I’d want to be surrounded by thick thighs and a woman’s cries I offer her.” Slipping her left heel off, Sweet Pea places her leg on the bed beside Dieter’s right leg. His hand slowly makes its way across the curve of her wide ass to her thigh, his large fingers dipping into the small holes of the fishnets, tugging on them. “Let me show you gorgeous.”

Smiling, Sweet Pea gives his lips a quick peck before bending to reach between his legs, “Seems just the thought is enough Dieter. Why come to me? I’m sure you’ve got many offers, especially if you’re asking like that.” She lowers her leg and stands back up, turning her back to him but looking over her shoulder to meet his eyes. The glint in them makes her lick her lips, she could ask him to do it, just to see if he will. Given how desperate he is, he might. He won’t say it, but his body betrays him, he said that ‘little D’ was having trouble but that didn’t seem to be the case at all from what she felt. Maybe it’s the scents, the atmosphere and that what happens here will remain here until he comes back. She crosses the room and drops her black thong, stepping out of it and her other heel, sitting on a violet velvet loveseat with her legs open wide. “This is what you want right Dieter?” Her elbows are on her knees with one hand beckoning him. “Come to me, but undress and crawl.”

Bravo doesn’t want control right now, nor does he want to think. He just wants to act, to perform. In this moment, he isn’t thinking about how lonely he is or how his career could crumble on some whim of culture or random video. There’s only this purple room he can melt into as he removes his clothes, making himself bare to Sweet Pea. Dieter’s actually hard, dripping onto her carpet as he lowers himself onto the floor on all fours. His knees are burning as he makes his way across the padded carpet. It’s worth his goal though, into her tender folds. “You like to see a man work, huh Sweet Pea? That’s more than fine.” Halfway there, his bobbing swollen cock made a mess of the carpet and his belly. Upon reaching her, he placed his hands on her knees and looked up to her, balancing himself on his knees so little D was at full attention. He wanted to show her what she’d been able to bring out of him so far. Something changed though, he was smiling but Violet recognized it. She used her fingers to rub circles into his biceps and shoulders before tracing the pronounced vein on his neck.

“You adorable man. This isn’t what you want. At least not now. You can’t seem to decide between the two Dieter.” Fingers run through his hair, and he knows she’s right but couldn’t she had said so after he’d had his fill, hear her cries?

“You’re not wrong, but I still need this. Need you.” He dipped his head to nibble on her thigh and she hummed but pushed his head back. In standing, she also helped him to his feet and brought him back to the bed, removing her lace corset and climbed on the bed.

“From behind, I’m not going to have your tears dripping where I can watch while you fuck me.” Now Sweet Pea was on all fours and Dieter’s sorrow returned. It was inescapable, but he wanted to see her face. He could block it off, just for a short while he tried to get the sunshine.

“No, I need to see how your face changes as you take me.” Crawling across the bed behind her, he pulled her back flush to his chest and turned her chin over her shoulder, capturing her lips. Slipping his tongue in, the warmth felt good. He hadn’t had it in months, he didn’t know why now, in this place with her, but he’d accept it. All of it. “Pleasure to mask my sorrow is why I’m here, Sweet Pea. Have me bask in the sun.”

Their kiss broke as Sweet Pea turned to put her arms around his shoulders, kissing his forehead once again as Dieter laid back on the bed, she fell forward as he took her hair out of the high ponytail it had been in. Her hair fell around her face, her wet folds grazed his shaft and he moaned. “I’ll be your dawn until the light shines on you Dieter.”

Coming unbound, feeling elated and devastated when he had to leave, Dieter had been able to bury his sorrow in pleasure for a time. Another appointment was made for later in the week. To quote Bravo, “I’ll deny me none while I’m allowed because I wouldn’t fare well.”

Bad ideas that Dieter could use: @katw474 @readingiskeepingmegoing @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @megamindsecretlair @pamasaur @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @sp00kymulderr @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @titlee78 @tinytinymenace @magpiepillsjunior @soft-girl-musings @morallyinept @rhoorl @survivingandenduring @missladym1981 @yorksgirl @heareball @laurfilijames @maggiemayhemnj

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #dieter bravo fics #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo #dieter bravo smut #dieter bravo x plus size reader #hozier songs #Hozier Song Drabble Challenge #Gin made me do it #a Nerdie fic

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good-beanswrites · 4 months

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My lyrics for Double!! I really loved this song and became like a thousand times more impressed by Deco27 and Natsuki Hanae after working with it for so long 😅 I chickened out of recording this one in the apartment but if anyone wants to cover it... lmk.... 👀 I can definitely put something together to help hear how the rhythms work, because I got it all to line up very nicely! (Lyrics under the cut and my little commentary in the tags)

(I’ve got you, leave it to me!)

Welcome home, it's another day, keeping things at bay, you see no change

Not a smile in this mess, you're doing your best, you say (wake up)

"Don't need a break" as you proceed to start breaking, both sleeping and waking makes you bleed

And now, reborn anew -- I'll take in on for you

Not your plan? Who gives a damn, I'm here and here is where I'll stay

It's just the two of us, nothing left to run from. You're safe now, your hero's come.

All I did was dream, is that a crime? Is that enough to name me guilty by?

"He can't be trusted, he lied," you cried. Made me out as the bad guy. But why?

Ah, I'm the one that saved you, don't you see? So tell me why the hell you cry to me!

Let me hear you revel, grateful, cling to me with "savior," "adore" -- oh, sing to me.

Welcome home, it's another day, keeping things at bay, you see no change

Too late, your limits passed. Too late, yourself has cracked (goodnight)

If you persist I'll assist with releasing, keeping your peace is why I exist

And now reborn anew -- I'll take it on for you

(Oh, hello? Mom? It’s been a while. Yeah.. well, I mean, some days are hard but I’m doing alright, don’t worry. How’ve you been? I’ll go home next time I get some time off...)

The reason I'm alive, must be making sure that you survive

"He can't be trusted, he lied," you cried. Made me out as the bad guy. But why?

All I did was dream, did you forget? Go on and forgive me, I'm no threat.

Listen to me confess, honest. Eat your words and I bet, regret

Ah, I just tried to help, tried to be strong. So tell me why the hell it's all gone wrong

Let me hear you revel, grateful, cling to me with "savior," "adore" -- don't sing me this song

Lost my memory

I'm double, it was unavoidable

Living painfully

I'm trying, as hard as possible

Tell me, tell me.

If I wasn't born, maybe this trouble --

Tell me, tell me.

It's all my fault

#milgram #mikoto kayano #lyrics #i feel bad it cut in front of the other milgram songs but it was a lot easier than the others #(not that it was easy by any means but the other ones are giving me even more trouble asdfsdf)#but yeah!!! im so happy with these!!!#i will forever be jealous of the rhyming in the original refrain --#nante itte/natte nande/datte sugatte/utatte tatte IS SO WONDERFULLY SATISFYING #it makes me crazyyyyyy #i know i dont get half that fun in mine but im still really satisfying with the rhymes/phrasing #wtf is going on in the rest of the song 😭 i came for the incredible refrain and had to deal with all That......#the 'dont need a break' and 'if you persist' lines gave me so much trouble 😭 he just keeps on going.....#i took a bit of a liberty with the 'sing to me' line because every version of 'thatd be good' sounded so lame 😅#trying to do some kind of play on sing your sins while its john really wanting to communicate but idk if that worked #an unintended but exciting detail is 'you say' sounding like 'you say wake up' rather than 'you say dont need a break'#since thats right when he wakes john up so to speak #any milgram pals who want to sing -- these are always open to use >:3

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yuckie-obsessive · 1 year

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Double Trouble

Uh-oh… been thinking about a double possessive x reader 👀

So been thinking about if you got both of the boys in the same room and they only barely tolerate each other because you’re there. I’ll try to make it gn

Tw: brief talk of Anti’s “neck incident” and swearing

Darkiplier x Reader (gender neutral) x Antisepticeye

Set up: you are just chilling with Anti (just imagine a living room) and Dark arrives because he wants to talk with you about something and Anti gets real defensive and clingy.

~★~

“They aren’t your prisoner, you know. They can talk with whomever they wish,” Dark was already irritated with Anti’s shenanigans.

“Yeah, well you’re in my home, my fucking territory. You don’t have a fucking say here!” Anti was getting angry a lot faster than the other alter- as per usual. Dark sighed, “Does this really need to be an issue every time I wish to see them? They already stay with you, why do you insist on being selfish?”

“Cause I know what’s safe for them, and they don’t need to be around you or any other insane ego in your little group.”

The iplier egos were never all that harmful towards you, though. Only Dark and Wilford ever seemed to have interest, to which Dark would always ward off Wilford’s more… extreme tendencies.

Dark sneered in response, “You know what’s safe? The one who brought a knife to their own neck for entertainment-?”

“THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM!”

Things were growing heated fast. You decided to quietly step away to let them work it out (in their own special way).

“Dollface, hey,” arms wrapped around your torso, making you stop, “where are ya going? I was just messing around…” Anti mumbled as his face brushed up beside yours.

“Just a minor spat is all,” Dark stepped in front of you and took your hand, “takes more than a couple harsh words to send me away.” He placed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

Anti growled and his hold possessively tightened, “would certainly make my life a lot easier… I think they prefer me anyways,” he chuckled a bit and started a trail of kisses along your neck.

Dark’s expression twitched only slightly at this, but remained overall neutral. He brought his free hand to your face and maneuvered yours to rest on his shoulder. “They just need to see what I can offer…” his chest pressed up against yours, now pinning you between the two extremely dangerous beings, “I can entirely rewrite reality at your command.”

His lips connected with yours in a rather soft display of affection, catching you off guard with how gentle he was being. He separated for a breath, “say the word my dear, and I will give you the world.” He captured your lips once again.

Anti huffed. “Darlin’ you already have the world with me,” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver only for Dark to deepen the kiss to bring your attention back to him. “What could he possibly have that I don’t, hm?” Anti placed a small kiss behind your ear.

Dark separated to glare down at him. “Humility and grace certainly comes to mind.”

With that, they were at it again. Attempting to one-up each other for your attention.

You, at their mercy, had one hand clutching at Anti’s arms and the other clawing into Dark’s suit jacket, there was hardly anything you could do to stop them. Your mind, being as flustered as it was, probably wouldn’t let you do much of anything if you could.

#antisepticeye #ego #anti #jacksepticeye egos #darkiplier #dark #markiplier egos #darkiplier x reader x antisepticeye #darkiplier x reader #antisepticeye x reader #reader insert #kie writes #kie’s post #text #drabble #possessive

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evansbby · 6 months

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my guess for wg3 is that steve tries to make y/n his girlfriend but y/n is struggling to say yes because of her feelings for ari

ari, upset that y/n has gone radio silent since the party, takes up sharon’s *drunken* suggestion that they all go on a double-date. y/n finally agrees to go out with steve, believing she should be able to move on and stop worrying about someone who’s clearly taken and won’t fight for her

ari and steve basically have a subtle one-uppance throughout the date just to see who can win over y/n by the end of the night

ari gets a moment with y/n (that surprisingly doesn’t involve sex) and tries to persuade that steve isn’t a good guy, we finally get to hear their history (but since it’s coming from ari, it’s clearly just one part of the story)

y/n asks if ari’s going through all this trouble, why can’t he just break up with sharon, to which we still don’t get an answer for—so, running out of patience, y/n goes to steve and they have their heart-to-heart

and either steve’s completely honest about how he feels for y/n or we know he’s lying just how ari was from the beginning, and unfortunately y/n falls for it

by the end of the date, y/n sticks with her gut and chooses steve, because where ari can deliver anything she wants to hear—steve has the ability to pull through

and maybe steve takes y/n’s anal virginity while she wears nothing but his varsity jacket who knows 🫠

Oh I love this so much!!!!

It’s just so interesting to see where everyone’s minds go! I can’t even confirm or deny anything but I really love this!!!

Actually I will deny one thing… Steve and Ari are not civil enough with each other to go on a double date… so that won’t happen sadly even tho I love writing double date scenarios! (OR MAYBE IT WILL HAPPEN WHO KNOWS MWHAAHHA YALL KNOW HOW I LIE ABOUT THESE THINGS)

I will say that you got ONE aspect half right!!!!

Also Steve fucking her while she’s wearing his varsity jacket!?!?! Don’t mind me I’m just taking notes bc I wanna use that in the future 👀📝

#wg ask #jenneyquinn #also part 3 will NOT be the final part!!!!

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sunlightandsuffering · 2 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/sunlightandsuffering/743958271343427584/i-actually-tried-to-read-the-comments-but-past

I don’t deserve you 😭❤️ I actually just commented on your newest drabble on the dark blog!! My guilty pleasure would be under the table shenanigans during the dinner double date in MM but I know you haven’t written that yet so don’t worry!! I’m just curious about your ideas 👀

BABY ILY U DESERVE EVERYTHING! I HAVE TRIED LIKE 1000 TIMES TO WRITE THIS FOR U I HAVE LIKE 6 ITERATIONS SO ILL GIVE U MY BEST ONE SO FAR 😭😭 I’m having trouble with the tension or something it just keeps turning into a meme instead so I think after this scene where like they fight that Eren is gonna pull out the big guns under the table! HES GONNA STEAL COLTS CHAIR NONCHALANTLY !! AND THEN THE HAND ON THE THIGH ACTION WILL START! And after that it’ll be all magic 😈😈 and Mikasa will be forced to react but we’ll see my writing usually gets away from me 😂😂

“I hear seafood can be a real aphrodisiac,” Hitch says breathlessly as Eren hands her another oyster, her face flushed and Eren smiles wickedly at the change in conversation.

“I guess later on we’ll find out.”

Mikasa restrains herself from reaching across the table to stab Eren with her fork. Their plates are thankfully cleared before Mikasa can follow through on the desire.

Because Eren’s hand is grasped in Hitch’s, and she’s smiling up at him with such adoration, Mikasa can barely take it. The entire restaurant suddenly seems too suffocating, and she stands abruptly before she can do something stupid like strangle the blonde girl.

“I’m going to wash up before dessert,” She excuses herself and without another word she’s gone, off towards the bathroom without a look back.

Even the women’s washroom seems too cramped, and she bypasses it entirely to head out the large fire exit a little past the kitchen where chefs are barking out orders. The cold air is a relief as she steps outside into the brisk winter air, she hadn’t realized just how hot she’d been inside.

Mikasa fans herself lightly, flushed from emotions other than just her raging jealousy, fuck her stupid sex magic, fuck all of it.

Her musings are interrupted by none other than the problem himself, the back door slamming shut behind him, and immediately she greets him with a murderous glare.

“Antagonizing me during dinner, really, Eren?”

Eren shrugs casually, unphased by the accusation, “It’s not antagonizing, I was trying to make you jealous.”

Mikasa scoffs, looking away from him to stare out into the dark alley, a few dumpsters and a stray cat their only audience.

Before she can respond she can feel Eren’s dark presence looming behind her, his breath at her pulse, “And it’s working.”

Mikasa refutes this vehemently, “It’s not–”

She is cut off by a kiss that goes straight to her head, so ruinous that all protests leave her mind at once, the harsh possessive grip of his hands at her hips, lips bruising her own.

He’s walking her back towards the wall of the alley, and she’s sealed between cold brick and the addictive warmth of Eren’s body, caging her in. He kisses her like he’s trying to convince her of something and fuck it whatever it is she’s convinced, her hands knotted in his hair, yanking him closer.

They go blow for blow, he squeezes her ass, hauling her up into his arms, she pulls his hair, pulling it from its tie. Let him explain that to Hitch, the hair she’s been covering all night, she was the one who got to touch it first, mess it up.

They kiss like they fight, with more passion than she’s ever felt in her life and probably more aggression than is appropriate.

He slams her back into the brick wall so harshly that for a moment the breath is knocked out of her but there is no reprieve, Eren stealing the air from her lungs as he follows her with kisses.

But she’s not to be outdone, bites his bottom lip so hard she draws blood, digs her nails into the firm muscles of his shoulders.

“Fuck Mikasa,” he grunts shoving the hem of her shirt up, rough hands hungrily exploring soft curves, mapping out every inch of smooth skin

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sanityshorror · 5 months

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Can we get some random facts about the more underrated hellcrew characters?👉👈💖(Like Octavian, Kelly, Sullivan, Cian and such)

Yes yes yes!!! (& Make sure to also ask @scarfaxia about Devlin 👀👀)

ALSO I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SHIT BUT I'M SICK AF RN💔💔

Octavian

him and Devlin are definitely double trouble (put that at x3 if Julius is also unfortunately there...) but at least they definitely mostly get along and are rather close so..? Unfortunate for the rest of humanity but good for them, I guess 😭

I feel like I need to say this every time we talk about Vivi but this mf sounds like Alex Jones with a Boston accent, I can't overstress the accuracy.

Octavian is in a relationship with Sullivan and they've been together an awfully long time now. Tendency to bicker but they don't actually argue, and are pretty cute together.

This isn't a secret but Vivi used to be a prostitute, including when he was underage. Oof.

He. He killed Emily. His mom. Rip Emily.

I don't want to give too much away cuz 👀 info coming soon!

Kelly

They/He

Nonbinary royalty. Ur honor they're hot. I'm sorry for doing that.

ADHD up the wahzoo.

Definitely was the one who first introduced Julius to Meth and taught him how to cook it.

... They do a lot of meth.

They really only talk in a sentence at a time unless there's a reason for him to talk more, but that's very rare. Not to say Kelly is a quiet person because they Are Not Quiet™ they just don't talk much.

Sullivan

1/4 Chinese and 3/4 Irish, his mother is half Chinese.

They/them or they/he. Nonbinary and masc-fem fluid.

Very bisexual.

6'2 they're rather tall.

Most sarcastic fuck you'll meet.

Julius's apprentice & also owns their own salon next to the dress shop in the pocket dimension

They scalp people alive in their salon and bring the hair to Julius for his 'work'

We all know Julius.

Cian

IT'S GIVING BROKE, IT'S GIVING MIDDLE SCHOOL DROP OUT, IT'S GIVING FATHERLESS BEHAVIOR!

... He did drop out of school at 13. 😭

idk he used to be Killian's mini me but now Cian is the same height and age locked at 31 so...

There's A LOT to say about Cian idek where to start. Just good Lord. He's an entire mess and a half.

#hellcrew #Octavian Doherty #kelly duffy #Sullivan Sweeney #Cian Lynch

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mahi-does-some-art · 6 months

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Protect from other students 👀

Mahiru is very plain. Extremely plain looking at first glance and someone you would never remember or recognize if you even breifly spoke to him without really paying attention to him.

He can weave through crowds like he belongs in them, nearly unable to be picked apart from everyone else walking alongside him and any passing bit of attention glanced at him is easily taken away by any better-looking person who walks into one's perspective.

But if you look at him more closely, without the passive "going about my day" haze of just looking at your surroundings, you'll notice him more. The light brown of his eyes, the fluffiness of his hair, maybe his hands as they hold grocery bags or maybe even the faint freckles on his cheeks if you bump into him and apologize.

He's unnoticeable until you do and then he'll never be unnoticeable to you again.

A succubus has a natural scent, aphrodisiac, that's sole purpose is to attract people to them to lure them to sex. Like when you're walking past someone and their really nice perfume/cologne hits your nose and you double-take to see who it was. Many things about a succubus is an aphrodisiac but we're just focusing on the initial thing that catches attention-- the thing that's gonna get Mahiru in the most trouble.

It's far easier to avoid getting noticed in a crowd you will never know. It's extremely hard to avoid getting noticed in a building surrounded by people who have known you since elementary/middle school. Mahiru can go about his day without being bothered if he isn't noticed but he's already been noticed by all of these people from before he turned into a succubus.

He's going to walk into school the first day back and people are going to turn to greet him by name only to stumble over their words when they see something about him has changed and he's strangely more attractive than he was before. Was it a random glow-up? Did he do something different to his hair or maybe he picked up some kind of beauty routine? Nobody who doesn't already know whats going on can tell but they've noticed, they're attracted.

Sakuya knows, Ryuusei and Koyuki don't yet but all three of them are less affected because of the extremely close bonds they have with him. His other classmates are sneaking glances at him between their notes and some of them are whispering to each other and Suzuhara is in the back wanting to just jump over the desks at him already.

A whole school full of hormonal teenagers and Mahiru has a reputation there.

Sakuya is going to have to menace the fuck out of some of these kids so Mahiru can continue to have as normal of a school life as possible. He's in love with Mahiru. They want Mahiru's pants off. Very big difference.

I'd like to think that, after seeing how uncomfortable Mahiru is with this weird flock of attention he's getting, Ryuusei and Koyuki silently join Sakuya in protecting him. They don't know yet and they're suspicious but they've all been pack-bonded since kindergarten basically so what did anyone expect?

#servamp #mahiru shirota #shirota mahiru #watanuki sakuya #puff's succubus comic

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warabola · 4 months

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desire and ghost for the director 👀

Ohoho, good ones. Doing in reverse order for Reasons ™.

Not So Nice Asks

Ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

The Director is haunted by moonlight.

Years ago, they lived on the surface and had a shared dream with their partner-in-crime to escape to the infamous New World. The two ached for somewhere less judgemental, where less doors would be closed to them based on heritage, family wealth, or a propensity for green carnations.

That was cut short by the starting events of a certain ambition-- said partner was murdered, the clues leading Avci down to the Neath to seek the killer.

Spoilers, but finishing their ambition did not bring their partner back. It didn't bring them peace as much as it changed them in the process, fitting them to the Neath and London's exploitative ways rather than filling the hole left behind by their other half. And the day before they accomplished their mission, they were enlisted-- in the usual way of the Bazaar and its meddling Masters-- to learn a dance called the Totentanz.

In performing it, the Director learned about moonlight and how it could show the Could-Have-Beens. They also learned how cruel it was to see the life they could have had, and how unrecognizable their current self would have been to their partner.

Consequently, those who've known them for a while remember a change around the time they were elected to head the Railway Board, and became the Director-- namely that Avci seemed to double down on the intemperate reputation and making more waves in higher society and the world of power players, losing some of the subtlety in public in lieu of leaning into assumptions people had about them as a menace. They seemed to focus on looking for a good time, infamy, and a startling aggressive attitude towards investments. They also more publicly started emphasizing their relationships with their ward, the Silvered Assistant, and legal counsel, the Stalwart Scholar. They never seem to slow down or stop these days, and those who know them the best know that when the 'Director' takes a break, there's likely trouble being made in the Khanate, or Evenlode, or another corner of the Neath under another name.

And they avoid Balmoral like the plague these days, leaving its affairs to September as Castellan.

So in short, they don't live with them, as much as run from them.

Desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

What they really want, they cannot have.

So these days, they act like all they want is to keep everyone around them guessing, to make waves and keep things unsettled whether its in the status quo or (more commonly) the markets. If asked, The Silvered Assistant and the Efficient Commissioner would likely suggest all the Director wants in life is to make their job harder.

In reality, their machinations lead towards leaving a legacy for their younger companions, making them into unwilling and unwitting successors for all the Director's done. They feel idealism is beyond them now, after all they've done and how stained their hands are, but that it's not too late for the next generation-- even if they must find a way to manipulate younger players around them to bring them into their own, or even force immortality onto their devisee. The world needs more idealists, and they intend to guarantee there will be some. There is little they haven't done in pursuits of their goals before.

The only one who likes recognizes or knows any of this in full would be the Alleged Protege, and only in a recognition of self through the other. This is probably why they act permanently divorced.

#thank you for the ask!!#ask games #the director

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I am reeling at the differences and nuances and beats of this movie from the games and in a positive way!!!

The fact that the deaths always serve to further the momentum and suspense and progression of the story- the guard at the start, who's skills at loosening a bolt that failed to save him twice but granted Mike a window no prior victim had to escape certain death. The people who break in, who set up for the twist of where the children were disappeared to. The aunt who, negligent, was neglected herself in a silent end; her only aid, her lawyer, seems to clearly have taken the chance to not get into trouble without her pulling the leash and vanished.

The transfer of Sins of the Father from Michael in the games to Vanessa in the film is so fascinating. The implications from William manipulating her by asserting SHE'S why the kids died while there's that picture of her holding that plane. The fact he had so little doubt that reinforcing her guilt would cow her, how even without Vanny, there's strings restricting her and Mike can SEE IT when she admits she wouldn't be helpful if her father was there. It's a moment where he loses that ever-building anger and frustration from the helplessness of this situation and really sees her, and it means so much. The implication that she has been forced to kill guards before and help clean up, with the restaurant being established as her route. The fact that she was haunting herself like Mike was by bringing herself back to a place where horrible things happened without the ability to let go of the past, of that sense of being at fault. These two make wonderful mirrors to one another and I cannot get enough of the sheer lack of romance it's so nice. They're both such disasters desperate for a way to fix what can never be and crave control in their lives.

How much the story centered on family, loss, betrayal and revenge was still really funny and light and sweet in moments without being out of place. That Mike letting go of the past and his revenge for the present and his sister leaves an all clear for the 4 children, who have no future and only that persistent goal, to do Willaim in. The fact that the kiddo behind Golden was *absent* and so distinctly supernatural (as golden bears are want to do) until AFTER the springlock drag-away has be going 👀 so bad. The Cassidy vibes of this fella.

The way Vanessa appears on the surface to be all put together and forcing the positive lens when around others about Freddy's vs the way Mike wallows and seeps in the negatives of how what little he can do to find who took his brother is at a hard wall and in impacts everyone he interacts with, down to the pharmacist of 3 lines.

HOW BALLOON BOY IS CANON CERTIFIED SMALL AND 1000% HAUNTED AS HELL TO BE CAPABLE OF INDEPENDENTLY LEAVING THE RESTAURANT.

The secondary spring lock armature implying it could be Golden's insides, which is another reason they do not and can't move like the others, the most motion possible being in the head. Golden really WAS looking to keep their newest friend close as in inside with them, similar to the double-stuff situation in the games.

The actual horror of this iteration of events and how it can potentially reshape how we view the first set of games while fitting with newer elements, like the illusion discs. The direct use of sound that can NOT be ignored, the effect of the living psyche and spirits and that limbo between we have been having since the second game for the pixel scenes. The use to condition and control and distort, weaponized by William and learned to use as a weapon against Mike by Golden's kiddo at minimum. To the point of being able to make it seem like the aunt wasn't dead, when what we don't see has consistently implied an intense mess. To the point of making Mike's past memories change and say things they never have nor would after it had been so vivid and fixed beyond the possibility of getting it wrong without outside influence. The question of the effectiveness of the sound tech manipulation working on Golden as they are so intensely spectral vs the physical forms of the others, possibly why they're the only kiddo to able to verbalize as they do, to take charge like they do... it's something to think of, especially with the gaurentee of their return in the confirmed sequel (!!! So says my bud and I'm hype, hope they still take their time) given the thread of Golden hanging around so long as there is Willaim to chase to his awaiting hell. I have to wonder if Golden was asking for Abby in expecting Mike to get there and in turn lure in Willaim... the sheer lack of Golden once Abby enters was just raising all sorts of alarm bells.

BONNIE LOVE THE CLOSET! CLOSET BONNIE!! I WAS SO HYPE THEY SHOWED HIS GAME PATTERN OF JUST, TELEPORT IN THERE JUST CAUSE. It made me so unreasonably happy, I could hear the Viva Reverie video so clearly. Also ecstatic the other nods of arrival, like Chica for the kitchen and the NYOOM of Foxy. How the mechanics weren't gimmicks but had successors in the breakers and consequences of doors failing to open rather than just the inability to keep they closed. That Mike of course fell asleep, and while he wasn't dying he was still getting hurt by it in increasing amounts. That there was a shocking lack of Freddy aggression in comparison to any of the others, the Remix of '87 aside (tho that WAS intense and horrifying and well done).

The question of how aware the other 4 really are, haunting their own graves and so silent. They have emotion, but in powering the animatronics, is there a divide between the ever-fading shades and decaying machines? It's a question had about the games since game 1 and it's a curiosity to consider and portnetially expect to be touched on in the sequel. Does Balloon Boy have a soul attached, or a concentration of the haunted energy, of Remnant, given off of the others- or its half-life, Agony? It's a joke but it's a Rule of Three with a character ICONIC for the location the sequel would nearly have to cover even a little, I can't let it go.

That taxi driver is the real mvp of this he deserves a vacation out of this spooky town.

That way the spare springlock is still unsprung in that backroom.... a waiting maw for whoever has the misfortune of unearthing the man who cannot die, rotting.

The awareness of Golden's kiddo to draw the rabbit suit to indirectly answer Mike's question of who took his brother... there's an edge here that makes me feel such a need to rewatch it with the capacity of a pause button. Helping, hurting, perpetuating the cycle of destruction while seeking to destroy its source and yet too angry to let it go, let it end when it has never ended for them. If William's embracing of the spring locks fully to the point of putting the headpiece back on was an awareness that he wouldn't perish normally, and that's the madness that brought his taunt of coming back. If his reaching for Golden was in assuming, as he had with Vanessa, that he has entrenched himself to deeply with them to be turned on as they were absent from the betrayal. Yet, like with Vanessa carrying through with the shot, the plea is met with a door that we as the audience know will be locked. A man so certain in the control he's had for decades, at the whims of the children he made sure would never grow up.

The Duplo.... the spaghetti... the comfort in the face of uncertainty that Mike gives to Abby in place of a denial or promise, something open answered with trust and I love them both so much.

The way 2016-me would have been foaming at the mouth about the ghost children and their capacity to reach out and impact the living and such oh even now the retroactive vindication of old theories and a hiatus'd fanfic. As it is, it was a really clever way of having injury without jumping to full lethality like it the games. The animatorics being actually THERE helped so so soooo much for rhe engagement, as someone who spots animation errors without focusing on it. There's a wrongness to most integrations that aren't intended or played to in other horror films that would have detracted from this. Instead, even when moving minimally, the crew maintained such a consistent sense of Danger. Even when nice, it was easy to relate to Mike's apprehension and dread. The way kills aren't direct but implied and with aftermath was so clever and worse than showing it I loved it. The sounds of what happened in the closet and never seeing what was rearranged outside the sounds of the process was chilling and exciting and its a nice style of storytelling to conserve the direct gore for where and who it means the most, like William, where ther is no shying away from what karma has had cooking for 30 years minimum.

Evan has been replaced by... Gareth. Hm. Elizabeth for Abby tho, as Vanessa takes Willaim's knife for Charlie though, so is even for rn in switch-abouts. I swear Henry MUST be somewhere with that Puppet Mask peeking so directly over the spring locks. The fact its a mask at all even over the built on face. The sombrero that reminds of El Chips and by extension the side casts like Merry Melodies and that there was...I think, parts in the animatronic pile that were NOT from the main 4, including what looked like a dog collar and tag shaped like a bone. After the uncovering of The Mimic, off-brand suits found by Fazbear facilities has a claxon in my head now.

The way Willaim specifically keeps the business staffed for a gaurd for new prey, in a cont4olled environment no one is ever meant to really escape and are isolated, drawn to mysteries at the price of lives lacking people who will look for them. That his day job is a position that gives him endless access to people down on their luck, desperate, vulnerable, to pick his preference for prey. It's so insidious and it's when he fails to complete saying Schmidt that I was certain something was wrong with him. (Missed just about everything in trailers and such and mostly pegged "shaggy is purple guy" as possibly a baseless meme, but yeah catching inflections in the laugh brought it back to mind and reinforced the dread)

The lack of a mom is a loud one. I wonder if Vanessa has been taught to blame herself for that too. Gotta love her being angled into the police to help misdirect reports against her father and cover things up even more. Gotta adore how she has been a tool and an extension of Willaim's likely all her life, and when she at last bites the hand that beats, the sheer lack of hesitation to dispose of what is useless to his goals was one of the most shocking moments hands down. For every person Willaim Afton hurt in the games, never so intentionally and by his direct hand was it his own children. The remorse that was never there made me genuinely scared of him, that moment of her calling out to him and meeting it was silence and not even looking back as she slid to the ground. It was new in a way I just, wasn't anticipating, and elevated him right before his ending. It was like a nitro boost, I had no idea if Vaness would survive or Mike when the danger posed raised to the same as the main crew. No humanity within the monster of a man, not even to his own.

Gosh I loved the stain glass by the booths, I was so sad when it was busted up... also the cleaning montage was sincerely satisfying and me and my friend joked its how we know we're getting old XD

I love how insistent Scott is on the Cupcake being a functional and seperate-acting animatronic extension from Chica. It wa aused really well here, especially for establishing the potential of Vent Threats for the following film where it'll have a wider list of who fits. The Slow Turns were so eerie and cool and I loved it.

TABLE FORT PILLOW FORT BLANKET FORT ALL FORTS!!! Also wowza Matt Patt was subtle until his face, we gasped. Also agreed when released in DVD there should be a bonus scene including Markiplier added in due to the scheduling conflicts preventing it in theaters, or one in the second movie for sure.

The use of 2000s is clever and more efficient than an 80's setting that matches the games when many watching this would find that to feel so long ago already, childhood or the tinted "before times" people speak of with nostalgia. Plus it limited them far less in getting believable dress, cars and settings outside of Freddy's for the time. Plus, it means Willaim, with at least one new alias, has had a LOT of time to kill more people and make an even bigger mess of so many lives, adult and child. The breath of potential for this alternate series of events is staggering and exciting and I for one am all game for it. After all, this means he's also had more time to experiment as well, unchecked.

What new horrors await us makes such a bright promise of future exploration of this new fork in the path, and I for one am happy for how much life this can bring to discussions.

#octa talk #fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #So many thoughts but I think I hit on most of them #So eepy...

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luckyqueenreign · 11 months

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LITG: Double Trouble EP 8 Recap

HERE WE GO!!! spoilers underneath!

ok now that I think of it...with 5 guys coming in for casa I guess we do have the same amount of bombshells for guys and girls. WHOOPSIE!!! still shocked a girl is going home!! and still have no idea who theyre gonna choose 😬

"steady grace...its a public vote. it sucks thinking someones going home" Ozzy are u thinking about mc???

awww Amelia tbh I would be SHOCKED if she was dumped tonight. it cant be double trouble without the double! aww the good old days option is cute...little twin sleepovers, missing prom to sit around eating and gossiping. they seemed super tight...I wonder what happened 👀 OZZY my guy...I love you sm BUT WHY INTERRUPT NOW WHEN SHE CLEARLY NEEDS TO CONFESS SOMETHING TO US??? is Amelia not who we think?!?!? 👀😩🫣

at least it was Ozzy tho, if it were literally anyone else I would be so mad at fb rn...as a Noah girly this Ozzy route is already SO MUCH BETTER. we get the angst, we get the little looks but Ozzy is actually pulling us for chats and letting us know where his head is at. It's confused but still we never got that from Noah. I always felt like I was the one chasing him around the villa. OBVIOUSLY im gonna flirt it up with Ozzy!! eeek sorry grace im moving in for a kiss. OK as much as I hate that he pulled away I kind of love that he's trying to be a respectful king 😭 EEEK Grace 😬😬😬 the worst part about this route really is ruining my budding friendship with grace. I wish Ozzy was coupled with Ivy would be so much easier 😭

Couples Quiz!! Roberto better get every question right since he came in knowing every tiny little thing about us 🙄 awww Ozzyyy 😭😭 Jamals fear being pigeons is so funny to me. slow and sensual...noted Bella! Lewie's a giver....also noted! they needed to bring the toe sucking in at some point...we all knew it was bound to happen and the restrain to only have it in the third volume is honestly impressive ill give fb that.

ahhhh ok fb all the answers were from my chats with the girls earlier got itttt. then Roberto is gonna ace too because he knew everything about mc on the date. Roberto's how do u say it...phallic? now im reading this in an accent and hes even cuter lol 😭 wait whattt lol how did Roberto get that wrong??? A scientist?? the man came in knowing every single tiny detail about MC INCLUDING HER JOB!!! HE MENTIONED IT ON THE DATE THAT IT WAS SIMILAR TO HIS SISTER'S!!! and he cant remember it here??? BOOOOO FB!

of course she picks Lewie for her date....can ivy just go now... obvi going to put her in her place.

EEEK Grace wants a chat.....ugh so not looking forward to this. wait Grace lolol you just came and said Ozzy is pulling away, somethings obvi up with him and I tell you he said he'd be sad if I left and theres something more there and you LAUGH??? lol im sorry but now she cant say I didnt tell her later...

still playing the middle ground with Roberto...did ask him if hes ever been in love..he said once a while ago.

the amount of snooping MC is doing this season is sooo good lol. lets not tell anyone about what happened??? What happened Lewie????

I reallyyyy need an option to skip the getting ready chat. I need it to be MC what are u wearing and immediately show me the closet.

#litg #litg s6 #litg spoiler #litg double trouble #double trouble #love island the game

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Regarding the My Fair Ed analysis below, I still think Ed and Eddy are assholes in that episode. Because they started just being kids, but then they were dismissive and uncaring of Double D's issue. In the start of the episode Double d tried explain the situation and eddy just answers: ''tell'em to stick it in hat''- he don't care about his friend being punished for his own mistakes. Soon, to get back at edd, they start deliberately hurting the kids so they can transfer the blame on edd. They were oblivious on the benniging, but so then start porpusely harming innocent people when they were supposed to just be aiming at edd.

Not to mention both Ed and Eddy consciously enjoying pain in eahc other through the pavlovian training (Ed saying ''naughty naughty, you watch yourself mister. Eddy ripping off one Ed's band-aid).

i guess my point is that eddy is always like that; he's always defiant and aggressive. eddy does what he wants and ed typically goes along with whatever eddy does. and in this case, they were just being silly and chasing each other. yes, at the end they're being needlessly destructive while trying to get back at double dee. but when was the last time those two stopped to take anyone's feelings into account before doing something? plus, what they did was pretty mild in comparison. with the exception of nazz, idk what they did to her 👀 i did say they're just barely below edd if i was gonna rank them.

the kids really are the worst here. they're all super annoying in this ep. they caught edd alone and went after him because he's an easy target that can't run very fast.

and then it's just interesting to me that double dee only wanted to modify their behavior when he got in trouble for it. he shouldn't have been blamed for what the other two do, but he does like to act like he's the moral compass of peach creek.

and again, he might've just reached a breaking point after two seasons of nonstop melee and mischief. BUT he admitted he was wrong for the way he went about trying to teach them manners. or as he put it, trying to change who they are.

what it boils down to in my mind is that edd doesn't really care what ed and eddy do until it affects him somehow. he'll often passively apologize for their actions or chide them, but never abandons them. i think he's more afraid of consequences for himself than worried that they might actually hurt someone or damage something. and i'm not saying edd is "bad", he's just edd.

ultimately i love eene because literally everyone is an asshole in one way or another. people often say the show is very "mean-spirited" and i agree, and love it.

most importantly, all this is just my dumb opinion. it's okay to disagree with me! i'm probably wrong anyway 🤡

#the fact that everyone is so shitty is also what makes ed seem like such a sweetheart in comparison #text

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