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stevie-petey · 8 days

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what about a fun silly little mindless blurb w steve robin and bug at scoops before ch 1? like what was the first time bug stopped in to visit steve like ? did robin instantly take to her ? i need to see my precious babies bond

we technically already see bugs first time meeting robin in chapter 9 of season 2, buuuuut i love em and will extend the scene a bit <3

enjoy !

"slow down! youre running so fast and i just biked here!" you try your best to keep with robin as she drags you through the newly built mall.

"keep up, slowpoke!" robin only tugs at your hand and all you can do is follow.

youve known the girl for all of five minutes and already shes become your new favorite person.

robin drags you to an area close to the entrance where theres a fancy fountain. seemingly content with where shes dragged you to, she finally drops your hand and sits against the fountains ledge. scrunching her face, she looks disapprovingly at the statue. "how come hawkins had enough money for this crap but not for new uniforms for the band kids?"

"youre in band?" you ask the girl as you sit next to her.

"yup," robin nods at you, curious to see what your reaction will be. shes heard a lot about you, everyone in hawkins has. youre the towns sweetheart, and robin knows at least three people in her band group that you helped one way or another throughout the years.

you gasp. "dude, i wouldve done band, but jonathan wanted to do choir instead."

"why didnt you just do what you wanted?" robin asks you, though she knows the answer already.

"band wouldnt have been fun without him, and i do like to sing." you shrug, not really regretful over the decision.

robin stares at you, a slight frown on her face. she seems to almost study you. "youre fascinating, you know that?"

"what do you mean?" you wrap your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling very small.

seeing this, robin is quick to correct herself. shes always been horrible talking to other people; shes the worst at making new friends, and she really, really wants to be your friend. "no! i didnt, uh, mean it in a bad way! i just-well, i mean. shit."

robins panic only makes you forget your anxiety and you nudge your shoulder against hers. "hey, breathe. im not going to like, dunk you into the fountain water."

"thank god," robin exhales, relieved that you dont seem too angry with her. taking a deep breath, she tries again to explain herself. "what i meant was: you took choir for jonathan byers, and yet youre here now with steve harrington. the douchebag."

you frown at robins words. you forget sometimes that so few people see steve how you do. hes far from the boy he used to be, but you know that sometimes its harder to heal wounds from cruel words said during your youth. "i know you dont believe me, but steve isnt so bad."

"hes a dick."

"he used to be, but now he isnt."

robin huffs. "and im just expected to believe you?"

"no," you shrug. "while i understand that steve has changed since you last saw him, i also understand that this change isnt mine to force you to accept."

your words leave robin speechless. its almost annoying how rational youre being about this. how you can balance both steves feelings and hers without making either of them feel lesser for it.

youre a goddamn saint and robin truly has no idea how jonathan or steve have managed to snag you for themselves.

its unfair.

"i..." robin tries to think of something to retaliate with, but she cant. youre right and she hates it. "thats a very frustratingly mature way to look at things."

you shrug again. "it sucks being so mature, i'll admit."

then steve runs up to the two of you and hes panting with exhaustion. "christ," he wheezes out, clutching at his knees as he bends down to try an catch his breath. "you two are fast."

"youre an athlete, harrington." you tug at steves hair and cause him to topple onto the ground, which robin cant help but giggle at. "keep up."

"why do i always end up on the ground when youre around?" steve doesnt even bother to get up.

"because im clearly bigger and stronger than you."

robin pokes your cheek, mollified by your conversation from earlier and by the fact that you just knocked steve harrington to the ground for fun. "dont forget more mature, y/n."

"oh, so much more mature." you agree, smiling at her.

steve sighs from the ground. "this is gonna be a long summer."

"get used to it, dingus," robin nudges the boy with her sneaker and he flinches away, displeased, but this only makes you and robin giggle even more together.

#ask #anon #m speaks #set in between seasons 2 and 3 !#come home blurb #m's writing #robin u are so loved #had to address robins hatred for steve yet need to be bugs friend #hope this came across right

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zeivira · 4 months

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I just realized both heinkel and subaru both have feelings of inferiority to their parents (which caused subaru to be a neet. )heinkel is nowhere near his parents strength and felt the weight of his parents legacywhile subaru felt inferior to his father and is burdened with being called kenichis son when asked about who he'd make the protagonist if not Subaru, said Heinkel would be the mc.

Heinkel met his wife ( who would tell him that she is sure he can be the next sword saint so she was his rem ) before he had a crisis like Subaru did so he was able to bounce back sooner than him. But with her now gone and Rein easily being better than him it was like a rubber band and shot him even further back

Honestly feel like Aganua if Subaru was based of henikel

Both alcoholics

Both crippling depression

Both fueled by hatred

boboth subaru and heinkel have a girl in a coma who they are trying to wake from it.

Absolutely yes to all of this. Subaru and Heinkel have lots of parallels and I LIIIIIVE for all of them because – while they both faced similar circumstances, the way they dealt with them was completely different.

And arguably, Heinkel did better—at first, at least. Mostly because he did worse. Let me explain:

Heinkel and Subaru both deal with huge expectations—they both fail to meet them. But as far as we know, Subaru actually did meet them at first??? He was popular, had good marks, and people liked him!!! Then he had to put in an effort, didn’t, failed, felt shame about it, and ended up shutting in because of it.

Meanwhile Heinkel was a failure from the get-go! He doesn’t know greatness. Until he meets Louanna—then he does something right??? He has mommy and daddy issues and some people try to ruin his (already pretty bad, because of the aforementioned expectations) reputation, but he still manages to be a good husband.

Cheers for him, cheers for him.

Until he doesn’t, because something bad happened to Louanna, she fell into a coma and the one thing he was good at… he is not anymore.

And I think this is the core difference!!! (I might be wrong, but everyone, please tell me if you disagree).

Subaru dealt terribly with failure at first because he knows how greatness feels. Thus, he shut in.

Heinkel dealt decently with failure at first because he was never great. Then he does, and when he fails, all his previous insecurities return.

But one went through the crisis as a teen, and the other went through the crisis as an adult.

The fact Heinkel is better when Wilhelm gets erased shows his daddy issues are what affects his interpretation of the entire world. More than Louanna’s coma itself, even.

I headcanon that part of the reason Wilhelm is so kind to Subaru is because he feels Subaru is similar to Heinkel, and as he totally failed to bond with his son, he projects his relationship there and tries to bond with a blank state Heinkel instead.

I never really read Aganau If so I can’t talk about that Subaru, but the *from zero* speech always felt to me like the moment in which Subaru learnt to accept failure as something that you deal with to later on try again better, instead of something you must live with and can’t change.

Heinkel’s only success was his wife, so his way to become successful again is to bring her back?

I might be rambling now.

Anyway, @everyone please feel free to add your thoughts on this. I would love to hear different takes

#Zei does character analysis #I probably should read Aganau If #TYY for the ask <3 :D #re: zero #re zero #rezero #I really want to hug Heinkel because he is one of those #gray characters #that has done wrong stuff but you still pity #he is as relatable as subaru is #not because im a drunkard (i don't drink lmao) but because he feels human #Subaru Natsuki #Heinkel Astrea

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cyberneticlagomorph · 1 month

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((How was the "the camarilla but catholic and worse" founded? Were they different from how they are today? If so, was there any particular event that changed them?))

god ok this has been sitting in my inbox for days but i didn't forget about it i prommy.

Ok so, "the camarilla but catholic and worse" is the fun ooc definition of the Knights of the Ivory Tower (formally the Knights of Malta in older iterations of the universe), but i'm still work-shopping that name for them idk.

The Knights started out as like this aberrant faction of the Round Table who later split off from the main group after some sort of Schism and took Excalibur with them. Mind you this was way back when before the magical and mundane halves of the world were split apart forever and shit like The Veil (web of secrets and lies that keep magic hidden from the general population) was invented, so this was a time of dragons and fairies actively stealing babies and whatnot.

That original First Knight (some say it was a knight of Arthurian legend, some say it was straight up Saint George, or even the biblical Adam come back to save mankind from Something. Nobody is exactly sure who that guy was, I know I'm not and I'm the one making this shit up) saw the sinful and hedonistic ways of magic and pledged to cleanse the world of it or at least keep humanity safe from it in some way shape or form, so he gathered a bunch of like minded individuals and went to work.

What happened shortly after the first group of Knights was formed was basically a war against magical creatures that culminated in the near extinction of many magical species, including dragons.

How this war ended is largely up for debate, some claim that the Knights won outright and forced all the magical creatures to sign a contract (i'm talking like Ursula "sign away a part of you" faustian type bullshit Contract) that forced them all to Behave the way the humans wanted (ie no stealing babies, poisoning wells, kidnapping princesses etc), others say that the fae were actually winning and the Knights tricked them into signing it, but that Contract was still signed no matter what and it became known as the Dictates of Preservation.

These Dictates were a set of laws that prohibited certain kinds of magic outright, like love potions or the ritual required to make a changeling child. Those Dictates are still in place today and are largely why Fae in Jack's timeline are relatively toothless compared to their ancestors.

ANYWAY.

The Knights then appointed themselves protectors of humanity, they invented the Veil and enforce it very fiercely.

Their organization has grown from a plucky band of medieval Knights, to like the shadowy hand of the fucking Vatican in some places. Their base of operations is a secluded pocket dimension only accessible by the Knights, their guests, and creatures with a flagrant disregard for those rules (ie Jack who can go p much anywhere he wants within his own universe). Yes it's a literal tower, it's caked in dragon ivory from those bloody centuries worth of hunts, each piece carved with the name of the Knight who murdered the dragon it came from and the date the deed was done.

They've grown with the times in terms of technology and medicine and arms, but they're still extremely catholic so they have monks and nuns and clerics as part of their group now with the nuns raising the children they get from Places.

One of the tenants of real chivalry is charity, and children's homes count as charities right? Where else to get fresh new recruits if your existing followers aren't breeding fast enough.

There's like, untold of levels to how seedy and dangerous this shit gets, the Knights have gotten their hands on numerous SCP level anomalies that they keep locked away or use as tools or propaganda to further their agendas.

Like Excalibur, who is always bonded to and wielded by the current head of their organization. Or Noah's ark, which they use for artifact storage. The christian themed anomalies are classed as "holy relics" while stuff like the Promethean Flame is an "arcane artifact"

It's just A Whole Lot

#ooc #ask games #ask to tag #religious imagery #religion #lore dump #loredump

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blood-injections · 8 months

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You know what. Rundown of my killjoy ocs becuase I don’t i ocpost enough

Ignition Wizard-

He/it, transmasc, my self insert. Zoneborn but never really had a crew, host of the radio station Lucky 107.7 , which he broadcasts from the bus he lives out of, always on the move, in zone two one day and six the next. Just a funky dude. Will give you free tattoos if you ask.

Cal-e Condor

Agender they/it amab. Ummm gay weirdo, wacky name, you just say it like Cali as in California Condor. Cowboy. Has twin bedazzled blasters and carrys daggers. Wears a crazy tasseled leather jacket with a thunderbird painted across the back. Lots of piercings and tattoos, currently has braids down to their fucking knees. Hottest mf in the zones honestly. Lone wolf, no crew but lots of friends, really outgoing and bold/flamboyant but simultaneously quiet and mysterious? Absolutely fucks on the dance floor. Engineer.

Virtuoso Viper

Comes off as an asshole but is actually cool. He/xe dirtbag transmasc. Lowkey Condor’s homoerotic rival. Cocky bastard of a motorbike racer. He has a crush on Kobra Kid and it’s kind of pathetic. Can fly a plane, at least he claims he can. There’s no planes in the zones. He wants to build one. Sings and plays guitar in a little folk punk band with his best friend. He can often be spotted hanging out at the tip of that one old radio tower by the Nest(it’s the tallest one in the zones), he loves to climb but really needs to stop before he falls and breaks something. Also he has orange hair but a key lime green blaster it’s so fucking ugly. He has zero style. At least he’s confident.

Mold Moth

He/she amab but not cis. Nobody is cis. Um. Biggest faggot in the zones. He idiolized Mad Gear so hard he became a younger, nastier version of him. Like Mad Gears a crazy guy but Mold is fucking batshit, like something is actually seriously wrong with him but whatever, he’s cool. He’s fueled by anger issues and gay sex and dreams of being the main character in 80s horror films because he thinks it’d be fun. He named his band Mold Moth and the Rot in Your Hole and his music kind of sucks but in a sexy way. He wants to eat button batteries so bad, like by the handful like mnms. Fucking Freak(affectionate)

Miss Lithium

Dommy mommy. Who said that. Genderless giant. She/they/he/it/fucking anything they don’t care. Over six feet tall. Badass, goth, etc. DJs sometimes, can build bombs. Smokes weed and fucks. Not in a crew, lives with Prince Computer and they’re technically dating but the relationship is open. Is secretly scared of death.

Prince Computer

No one actually calls him that, sure it’s his name but one day he saw the word smorzando written on some sheet music and was like that would be a cool name.. and now he’s stuck with it. He doomed himself, his girlfriend won’t call him anything but Smorz. (S’mores). It’s cute. He/it, Fun Ghoul coded, as in he’s a dog of a guy, fucking puppy ass mf, assigned bottom by literally everyone and they’re not wrong. Kind of a slut, flirts with everybody, is a medic. Writes fucking angsty poetry he’s absolutely pathetic I love him. The most little meow meow out of my ocs.

Saint Silica

Haven’t decided much about this oc yet but they’re doomed by the narrative basically. What I do know is they’re cool and people are scared of them because they’re like, literally ghostly in a way. they have a scary aura about them, but they’re actually really gentle and troubled, don’t like violence but hate bli so they fight anyway. I think they’ve just been touched by the Witch. But they’re lonely and scared of losing their purpose. Basically they’re just a really fucking cool name that I’m still trying to come up with a crazy story for that lives up to it

#oh also they’re all autistic of course #danger days oc #killjoy oc #danger days #ttlotfk #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #mcr danger days #my chemical romance #the fabulous killjoys #corvidscrap #ocposting

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abiiors · 2 months

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okay so while we’re on the topic… i’m a newer fan of the boys, i actually got tickets to one of their concerts back in october when they were touring in america from my aunt even though i had never really been a fan of them (her heart was in the right place 😭😭 bc i do listen to a lot of music that’s like in their sphere ig?? and i’ve been to festivals that they’ve performed at so i can see why she would’ve thought to get me those tickets, i just never really listened to their music before) but i went to the show regardless bc hello free concert tickets?? would have been a sin to let them go to waste tbh and oh my god am i so glad i did, it was actually one of the best shows i’ve ever been too!! especially considering i only really knew their popular songs?? like robbers, somebody else, aaaand it’s not living if it’s not with you

ANYWAYS that being said, since i had never really followed them before i always pretty much ignored anything i saw about them on twitter and stuff, mainly the negative things said abt matty bc not my faves, not my business?? but i gotta ask someone who’s been a fan of them for a lot longer than i have, what iiiis the deal with all the “matty healy racist” “matty healy homophobic” “matty healy [insert smth hateful here]” rhetoric??? bc from what i’ve seen of him after getting to know more abt the band he doesn’t appear that way at all?? like were there things he said that were taken out of context??? what’s up with the nazi accusations??? also homophobic??? is twt not aware of what he did in malaysia?? also straight men that are homophobic would never have the kind of close male friendships that the band have with one another… it seems like he’s twitter’s scapegoat tbh but idk i’m simply so confused and anything i find online trying to explain it all seems very biased based off the language they use so if you can/would like to… pls help 😭

okay first of all, welcome to the fandom!! i'm so glad you're here and i'm so glad you got to see them live!! they genuinely are so so incredible <33

now onto the questions!

i won't say matty's a saint. he's definitely done things in the past that are disappointing (to me at least, as well as to many others on here). last year he went on a podcast called the adam friedland show where many tasteless jokes were made about japanese people, the porn website ghetto gaggers, ice spice as well as countless other tastelss things were said.

now i really really want to clarify that matty never made those jokes but he did laugh along to them which is also a shitty fucking thing to do. he's since said that he was advised not to go on the podcast by people close to him and he still did it. however, he's also publicly apologised to ice spice and she's also said that the 1975 are one of her fav artists.

in may of 2023 he started allegedly dating taylor swift (i still don't believe it, i still think they either just made music or they just fucked or both) which exposed him to a whole new level of fame that was unprecedented. and the swifties are... rabid, to say the least. they made fun of his appearance, his past addiction issues, hoped he would have a relapse and die, all sorts of horrendous stuff. they discovered the podcast which was pretty fresh at the time and the whole thing spiralled into him being labelled a racist, homophobe, transphobe, pedophile, nazi, you name it, he was being called it.

however literally NONE of it was backed by evidence (but i don't expect people whose sole source of information is twt to realise that)

they have clearly never learned what a nazi is. i'm not even going to try to debunk that here because i feel like it would be insulting to your intelligence

he's not homophobic or transphobic, he's literally an ally to the point of being a fruity lil shit. he's been banned from 2 countries (dubai and malaysia) for openly supporting queer rights. they were also briefly jailed in malaysia for the stunt they pulled and had a lawsuit filed against them. he's even won ally of the year at the diva awards in 2019

literally every single fan who's ever met him has had nothing but amazing things to say about him. he's been incredibly kind and sweet to people

the band has always been openly political and vocal about their beliefs

you're absolutely right about him being the twitter scapegoat because unfortunately that's exactly what it is </3

i hope that clears things up tho, i'm sorry this is so long!!

#✉️#matty healy #tw: may 2023 #i feel like i should add that 💀

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simpfiles · 2 years

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Hey I think your stories are amazing and I was wondering if you could write sd Silco because ou know better than an of us how to make it realistic? You of course dont need to. Thank you!

summary. mob boss silco wants to finically support you. do you accept his offer?

a/n. lol idk about 'realistic' but enjoy a fanfic's length of hcs (1.6k words? wack!) that somehow morphed into a loosely tied together plot. also take this playlist as an apology for the long wait.

silco’s new to the lifestyle and that’s ok, so are you. but at least you did your research, learning the terminology and unwritten rules of the trade. at your first meeting, silco made an apprising sweep of your body, lit his cigar, and said, “hm. alight. on your knees.” before you could even shake his hand.

you aren’t aware of his occupation as he was rather vague. Only mentioning that he was part of an organization that dealt with community welfare. you joked that it sounded like a cover for the mafia. he laughed back, “no, i’m not italian.”

aside from expecting head at the m&g, you are surprised by his chivalry; opening doors, holding your purchasers, helping you put on your coat, even walking on the outside of traffic. if things were different, then maybe...

no. stop. you're not about to become a cliche and fall for your sugar daddy. this is strictly business.

he comes across as boujee, adorn with versace and yves saint laurent but his apartment is nearly barren and pantry is stocked with generic brands and he eats at wendy’s (wendy’s of all places) once a month when visiting his daughter.

she’s studying to be a mechanical engineer. he asks if you’re planning on advancing your own education. college was never an option for him but he’d be open to help fund yours.

really doesn’t like being called a ‘sugar daddy’. if you must call him something and ‘boss/client’ is too detached, spoiling partner will suffice.

and spoil you he does. anything you want you get, but you have to ask for it. you have to be reminded that he is your main source of cashflow.

he wants be mutually exclusive, tho you may have a partner outside of the relationship, he doesn't want you working for other daddies. which works out perfectly for you because you don't think you could balance more than one + the idea of him having another baby on the side sends you in a fit of jealousy and despair.

you're also not allow to maintain another job while under his employment, as it cuts into his time with you and he likes you reliant on him for support.

you’re always paid in cash; a stack of hundreds with a creased fifty acting as a band. you’ve never seen him use a credit card.

on top of your allowance, he frequently takes you shopping. silco rushes you straight to the changing room while personally picking out clothes for you to model. he seems to have a thing for pinstripes...

sometimes an outfit he selects hangs off your body just right and he corners you back into the fitting room, locking the door behind him.

he’s a selfish fucker. never forget your a hole he’s paying to fuck as he pleases.

if you’re in this profession for instant gratification you better get out. he doesn’t let you cum once while in public.

he finishes in your mouth and tells you not to swallow until you leave the store.

it’s when you get home he rewards you for due diligence through body worship. his favorite position is on his knees with his arms wrapped around you legs, face buried in your lap. silco works his way up slowly, languid kisses turn to love bites while his hands melt away your tension. he gives you control. "choose a number." that's how many times he'll make you cum before even going near positions that he can cum in. it's all about reverence.

you're allow to spend the night and even extended stays but he doesn't want you to live with him. that's too much like a relationship and this is strictly business.

silco's primary tv usage is news and business related channels, leaning more heavily towards local news outlets. he does fill up the dvr with episodes of breaking bad and game of thrones bc everyone around him keeps raving about them. he'll put them on as background noise while fucking you.

he sleeps with a piece under his pillow. he has a spare for when he stays at your place, you just don't know.

while under his employment, silco has always taken care of you. never late on a payment, readily takes you wherever you want to go (ya'll just got back from a relaxing weekend trip to the coast), even bought you a car. tho it's in his name...for tax reasons, he claimed. so you don't push the subject of his work too much. no point in ruining a good thing.

and what a good thing this arrangement between you two is! you're not the only one who's been spoiled in the relationship.

silco never expected to find you so engaging and with a smile that he enjoys so much. it's nearly addictive. he feels-- something when you smile and hates himself for it. you're just some person he hired to fuck.

but when he touches himself it's your face he see, your voice he hears, and your underwear he sniffs that sends him over the edge.

damn fucking shame he has to screw things up.

thursday comes and you have a doctors appointment. something you told silco ahead of time and he signed off on. but as you wait for the nurse to call your name, you get a call from silco "drop you location."

he knows better than to mix business and pleasure but for the last week he's been over worked, fighting a migraine and has had an overwhelming need to feel your lips stretched wide around his prick.

if he rushes, he can have you suck him off in the car then drop you off at his place before his meeting.

his blood pressure immediately lows when he sees you coming outside. he tells you to get in the car and when you grow hesitant--stalling with questions--he offers you half a week's allowance for this one session.

never before has he seen you run so fast. he exhales sharply, gripping the steering wheel tighter. this is strictly business.

he doesn't give you time to buckle up before slamming on the gas. his hand weaves its way into your hair, yanking your head to his crotch. his message crystal clear.

on the way he hits a pothole and hisses when your performance suffered from it. then refuses to let you stop even when a cop pulls him over for reckless driving. his iron grip keeps your lips firmly planted around the base of his prick as he sorts things out with the officer.

a flash of his id with payment is all it takes to make the problem go away. but it ate away too much from his time and he's forced to drive past his place if he wants that sweet release and make it to his meeting on time.

he finally cums somewhere at the cross section of 52nd street and loban avenue. with no instructions to hold it, you choke and swallow and recoil back in your seat. once you gain some composure you begin spitting questions left and right. none of them he can answer without opening the floodgates for more questions.

this was a bad idea.

"i'll explain everything when we get home," after he's had time to collect his thoughts and regroup his focus on you. "but for now, I need your silence."

you feel like a little kid. the analogy reaching new heights when he parks in front of an old laundromat and gives you explicated instructions to stay put. the locked doors only adding salt to the injury.

sevika is waiting for him inside. she gives him a briefing of what couldn't be said over the phone while guiding him into a secret cellar hidden behind the manger's office.

"one more thing..."

silco's muscles jerk instantaneously, "what?"

"he came with them."

silco turns to her for verification, then to his car with you still in idle. he should have never brought you. "when was his arrival?"

"about an hour ago. and he ain't happy about the wait."

"are the chembarons there as well?"

"yes, sir."

alright. he knows what needs to be done.

your eyes widen when you see sevika stalking towards you. they only get bigger when she gets in the driver's seat despite your best efforts to keep the doors locked.

obvious questions plummet out of your gape mouth: who are you, what are you doing, get the hell out of this car!

"all you need to know is that silco told me to take you home. so stop wasting my time and tell me your address."

not believing her for a second you start to get out of the car, "i want to talk to silco."

that's when she pulls a gun on you. "sit down."

you sit.

"tell me your address."

you tell her.

sevika doesn't withdraw the gun from you until she's barreling through the streets, back to your home.

stupid stupid. you curse yourself. you should have gotten out when you could. now you're stuck in a car with a possible criminal who now knows your address and silco-- oh gosh, silco!!

what happen to him? was he ok? you don't dare try to use your phone while under sevika's watch.

you have her drop you off at your apartment's main office. where there are witnesses and security cameras.

the second she pulls away, you call silco.

straight to voicemail.

you leave a heated voicemail that extends pass the recording limit. so you leave a second one telling him to call you back right away.

it's late in the night when he returns you call. he whispers you name and you sigh back his, so happy to hear his voice again.

"i no longer require your services,"

"what?"

"you will receive a month's allowance as severance."

"no no no no. silco what's going on? i don't understand, can yo--"

"do not attempt to contact me again."

"but i--"

he ends the call.

not one to give up easily, you call him back.

sorry, but the number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service. good bye.

#Silco #Silco x Reader #ty ty it's only bc u said something nice to me that i wrote this for you lol #sugar daddy silco physically kills me #if i do continue this. silco being a mob boss will show up more in the narrative #since reader's only seen his nice side so far ;)

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sendmyresignation · 4 months

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hii if u don't mind, any metal bands you'd recommend for someone wanting to get into slightly more obscure stuff but doesn't know where to start digging? any subgenre/time period idc. asking u this bc i trust ur knowledge

i truly truly love getting asks like this, thank you for trusting me and it's awesome to hear you want to dig deeper!!

it's hard for me to give specific recs because i don't know what you've vibed with so ill meet you half way and give you a list as well as some places to learn more just in case i end up in the wrong direction.

these are some bands that clicked for me when i was first exploring outside my comfort zone, as well as some stuff from my aoty from the last few years:

Possessed - Seven Churches; this one is the least obscure but i feel like possessed are easy to miss. important band bridging the gap between thrash and death metal. love crazy maniac shit like this

Satan- Court in the Act; classic new wave of british heavy metal with a bit of edit. type of band that had enormous pull in underground power and speed metal scenes- this is a blueprint for a lot of great obscure heavy metal with the soaring vocals and the tappy solos. i love chastain (american, mid/late 80s response) if you want to see that lineage in effect

Mystifier - Goetia; brazilian metal is a huge huge historically important metal phenomenon. sepultura are more well-known and sarcofago are cult classic black metal pioneers (seriously, inri is one of the greats) but mystifier is a band that opened up the scene for me a little more and is incredible in their own right

Autopsy - Metal Funeral; slow, gripping death metal carnage!! also one of the few legacy bands continuing to release actual good music which is fun. also, if you like the autopsy you'll love derketa, dream death, mythic, winter, all of whom make their own twist on a similar crushing brand of doomy death metal goodness

Sabbat- Envenom; long-running old-school japanese black metal. has that thrashy-punk first wave flavor along the lines of celtic frost, root, bulldozer (also sarcofago) and sodom at their most brutal.

Sacrilege- Behind the Realms of Madness; crusty thrash that had a huge influence on early bolt thrower. good if you're into punk already and want more of that in the metal (their later records lose the crust but gain doom- I almost like them more. killer band)

Vastum. any of their records seriously maybe the best active band on the planet rn.

Warning- Watching from a Distance; if you got to metal through my mcr blog then i think you can handle the whiny vocals on this and get a legit transformative experience out of Warning. seriously love this album, delightfully heavy doom in an emotional package. and doom is easy to rec, satisfying and not to extreme: Pentagram, Candlemass, Trouble, and Saint Vitus are all must must listens

Chevalier- Destiny Calls; combination of speed and power i really love in the classic heavy metal fantasy and knights vein. newer band too with a lot of similar listening to bigger bands in that scene. and if you like this style at all manilla road (the band) is a requirement if you aren't already familar

Some eclectic newer stuff I've enjoyed lately: Vicious Blade, Tyrann, Reverend Bizarre, Nekromantheon, Firmament, Svalbard, Vampirska, Ares Kingdom, Messa

but i really recommend checking out r/metal- their essentials is good for a beginner but they also have a ton of primers that can give you overviews of niche genres. the fenriz metal spotify playlist is also fuckin killer. For new music, look into reviews from sites like angrymetalguy, no clean singing, heavy blog is heavy, invisible oranges. helpful to know how your taste aligns with the writing staff (like i know if angrymetalguy dislikes something, im almost guaranteed to like it). shreddit has a release tracker on spotify; there's also a constant update of new releases on the metal archive!

#big black metal gap i just realized lmaooo sorry not something id willynilly rec w/out knowing someones personal limits re artist and ethics #but hopefully this give you some stuff to chew on!!!#and im always open to this kinda thing if someone wants to send an ask or dm or anything- ill do what i can!#my posts #igottheanswer #anon #music recs

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as a fellow pickles lover and enthusiast can you please rattle off some of your fave things about pickles if youd like, or headcanons, or why hes your favorite... lets talk pickles. Also i dont think ive said this but i am truly so jealous of your url good for u

AHAHAHAHA thank you but also good, BE jealous 😭😭🖤

I just think Pickles is so sweet. So kind and caring, even if he's a bit of a douchebag. I know his whole thing is that he's the "mother" of the band but he does his job VERY well. He took such good care of Toki when he regressed, he let Murderface and Skwisgaar snugg with him when they needed him.

Not to mention he has the patience of a saint?? Especially when it comes to Nathan, and his ability to be able to explain things in a way Nate will understand? It melts my heart. He KNOWS him, he took the time over all those years to really get to know him, and the part that kills me is I don't think anyone really did the same for him to that extent. 😭

I love that his ego doesn't get in the way. He gives Murderface massages, he likes to bake (although I like to think he burns the shit out of everything, and the way William asks if anyones ever tried his chocolate macaroons kinda solidifies that). 😭

For sure a trans pickles truther. I think he loves to top and be in charge but I think Nathans the only one that can reduce him to absolutley nothing on the occassion... 🤭 Some sad creepy Seth shit (cause theres no way something worse than just the garage didnt happen between them with the way Seth talks to him and he's always touching on him and shit...)

I might add more tomorrow cause it's late hehehe

I FORGOT TO ADD THE CHARLES LOCKET i dont even need to elaborate on this one--

Also to add onto the mother thing, I like to think that the reason he *is* so maternal is because he didn't have that growing up - he acts like a hurt teenager when Murderface wont be his dad thanks to Calvert but he can at least take control of his own life and care for his band maybe in the way he always wanted to be treated by his own mother.

#ily my sweet pickles mutual and im happy about your toaster :)

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theflyingfeeling · 1 year

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Ending the year with Blind Channel + a bunch of some lovely people, aka not-a-concert-report from the Helsinki ice hall show (29.12.) and Tampere Pakkahuone (30.12.)

(let me know if any of you want your (@)mention removed from this post 🖤)

Not a concert report because y'all know pretty much what happened; this is just my own diary entry about the events 😌

So, Thursday was a bit of a struggle for me personally: there were some surprise changes regarding my train trip to Helsinki that gave me a good ol' spook the first thing I woke up, plus I had a killer headache for most of the day...

...and on top of that I fell! 🙈 We were already inside the venue and on our way to take our spots on the floor. Naturally there were all sorts of electric chords going across the floor, but thankfully they were covered so that people walking normally and minding their step wouldn't stumble all over them 🙏👍👌

Needless to say I wasn't one of them, however 🙃 I wasn't running, I was just walking quite fast, and I totally wasn't watching where I was going, and so I tripped and ended up on the floor and had super minor injuries on my hand and knee (thanks @matelas for the pink bandaid 💗)

My fall wasn't quite as dramatic as Porko's though, gosh what a show-off, can't even fall on his pretty little ass without pyros blowing off 🙄🔥

We weren't super close to the stage, but close enough to see what was happening with our bare eyes, and definitely closer than I dared to imagine in advance! 🤩

The surprise Robin was one of the highlights of the gig, that was truly something straight ouf of fanfiction 😆 I mean, imagine being such good friends with your ex that you ask them to be a special guest in your special show with your new bf's band :')

And the money shooting in the air was a m a z i n g 😂💞💸 sadly I didn't catch one, but @thisisntaparty was terribly kind and gave me one afterwards as a keepsake 🥰 I've put it on the Place of High Honour™ (the fridge door)

(let's not talk about how the setlist was a teeeeeeeeeny tiny disappointment (to me personally at least; I was totally excpecting to hear SLB and many other songs they KNOW are fan favourites 😔), and I feel like the show itself wasn't as special I was expecting it to be 🤔 I mean, of course having Robin fucking Packalén there took us all by surprise etc. but somehow I expected more, especially because the setlist was exactly the same the next day in Tampere (and maybe the cruise show setlist was similar as well?). For example, Dark Side being the ONLY encore song wasn't how I had imagined them to end their biggest headline gig to date)

But, speaking of Tampere, HOLY FUCKING SHIT 😭😭😭😭😭 It was incredible, and not least because we were on 3rd row with a direct view to Olli 😵 @matelas and I competely lost it when he first appeared in front of us, in all his sinful beauty ✨

I had never been this close to Olli's side before, so it was amazing to see his happy face during the songs 😭 You can really see from his whole presence how much he enjoys playing shows, I wanted to ruffle his hair too like Niko did during Glory For The Greedy 🥺

And Aleksi was really enjoying himself as well, it was cool to see him up close too when he came to stand on Olli's platform a few times 🥰 I feel like our eyes met very briefly near the end 💖

Niko did the eeeeeeeeyo thingie, as he always does, and we did the longest eeeeeeeeeeeyo known to mankind back at him, in fact I think you can still hear it echoing inside Pakkahuone! 😌

In both shows (and also in general) my favourite songs to hear live are Don't Fix Me, We Are No Saints, and Balboa; I had so much fun boundcing and partying to those songs 💃 I had made a conscious decision to not film too many videos during either gig, because I truly wanted to take it all in and enjoy the shows to the fullest, but at the same time I wish I had taken just a few more, because watching the videos and sort of getting to re-live the whole thing all over again is so much fun 🖤

Great fun was also had at the very informal, extremely small-scale, and otherwise perfectly wonderful BC tumblr gathering we had after the ice hall show in a bar downton Helsinki, and in the Gathering 2.0 after the Tampere show!! 🥰 You guyyyyyyssssss, both hangouts were filled with laughter and kindness and soft feelings and I was so happy 🥺😭💕

(I DIDN'T CRY, but if I did, it was because @himmelno44 made me!! 😭)

Thanks to BC and their superb energy and songs I probably would have had a great time even if I had gone to the shows all alone, but I gotta tell ya, spending time with such lovely people made it so much better and I had the most fun I've had in a long time 🥺

Special thank yous go to my queuing buddies @ladysorbus and @matelas without whom I would've frozen my ass off and died of boredom while waiting for showtime both days (I'll have you know Envy and I acted so incredibly mature the entire time and totally did not annoy the heck out of @ladysorbus and each other 🥰💞)

Thank you to my BC tumblr meet organizer buddy @sinking-into-mist (the meet was succesful and no one passed out due to anxiety, look at us!! 🎉) and my darling dearest sweetest most loveliest @himmelno44 I miss you so terribly much already and I'm counting the days until we see again, no matter how many there'll be 😭

Thank you to @thisisntaparty (keeping the door open for Stockholm shall we 👀) @mil-peri @madeofbrokenstuff @gingervivilou and @into-the-hell for hanging out, it was so nice meeting you and I'm up for getting together with any of you sweet people any time! <3

And thank you to everyone else I met a little more briefly (but not too briefly to get a hug 🥰), it was great to see you all, mwah mwah mwah 💋

And now the emotional part:

This year's been a bit rough for me personally for various reasons, as there has been a couple of changes that I'm still trying to get used to (+ the always-present feelings of loneliness and inadequacy), but Blind Channel has been this one consistent element in my life this year, something I have been able to escape to when things in my personal life have started hurting too much. Their music and all the content on the side (from the guys themselves as well as fan-made) are one thing, but equally important to me are all the amazing people I have met (in person and online!) and the incredible memories we have made together that have given me endless joy throughout the year 🥺 There have been many, many days when I have felt so incredibly sad and lonely and desperate and the thought of being happy has seemed downright impossible, but during the last two days I have laughed so much and felt such joy that I don't really know how to put it into words 😭 I just want to thank everyone who was part of it, and of course I hope to one day be able to meet Blind Channel in person again too and thank them, for giving me so much more than just the music 🖤

To anyone reading this, thinking I'm crying my eyes out all alone in my apartment, having to continue living my sad, boring life not knowing when I'll see Blind Channel and some of the lovely peeps mentioned above again: I am crying my eyes out, but I want you to know I'm also crying happy tears because of how grateful I am for all these memories, and also that I'm happy to sleep in my own bed tonight and to be eating cauliflower soup and having some fun snacks while watching hockey later, so life's not all bad I guess, even if I have a small wound on my right hand and a bruise the size of Niko's balls on my left knee :')

(last night I was actually so happy that I had forgotten all about the falling as well as the hassle with the train 🥰)

#blind channel #tw flashing #ok to reblog if you don't mind having my emotional rambling on your blog 🙈#not me singing on the video btw #(...i think? 🤣)#happy new year everybody! may there be many BC concerts to attend and fun times to be had in 2023 for all of us <3 #my next live gig will be lost society next month 🤘🖤#btw i may have a new year's themed shitpost coming up later tonight (if I get around to making it) 😏🎆#my concert #gig reports by theflyingfeeling

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sumersprkl · 2 years

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List of the Bad Kids, from most to least mortal:

1. Gorgug

I feel like Gorgug dies and is sent back to the terrible Orc Heaven he hated because he lacks any other allegiances, and there’s a whole adventure that is one-half Heaven Heist and one-half College Tour where the Bad Kids team up and assemble a crew to steal him out of there and find him an afterlife option he’d actually enjoy.

2. Riz

Riz probably dies before Gorgug, but since he already has an afterlife job lined up, he’s still kind of around? He’s definitely dead, though, in a pretty permanent way, so that’s why he’s this high on the list.

3. Fabian

(I know Kristen should be next but shh hear me out.)

I feel like Fabian, much like his beloved Papa, creates a merry band of death pirates that rivals Bill Seacaster’s hellish crew. But I don’t think he gets sent to the Nine Hells? I feel like he’s out there terrorizing Heavens instead. Maybe once he dies he gets together a crew of the allies they assembled in the Gorgug Soul Heist, and he becomes their captain. He occasionally gets together with Bill to have dramatic pirate battles, but I feel like they mostly operate on different turfs.

4. Adaine

Adaine is functionally immortal, but she very much does still die if she is killed, especially if she’s out alone without her friends and gets assassinated by elves who would REALLY VERY MUCH LIKE THE ORACLE BACK, PLEASE. She’s an incredibly powerful wizard, but shit happens sometimes. I think that as she’s fading out, she gets to pick the next oracle, and chooses someone who is NOT AN ELF to have one last “fuck you” to Fallinel and to preserve the legacy of the “People’s Oracle” rather than the “Elven Oracle.” She watches over the next oracle for their lifetime, and laughs when that oracle says that Adaine was probably not very good at her job if she couldn’t see her own assassination coming.

5. Kristen

Kristen is a plain unmodified human, so she dies before half-elf Fabian. But she’s also the saint of a god who probably doesn’t remember how afterlives are supposed to work. I feel like Kristen dies of old age, in her bed, surrounded by friends. And then Cassandra gets handed the soul of her greatest and dearest worshipper, and is like “???!!? What do I do with this???” So they create a perfect replica of Kristen’s body on the day they met, down to the missing finger, and they shove the soul back into it, and Kristen has to be a teenager again. I think that if Kristen ever wants to actually die, she’s gotta help Cassandra with planning and creating an afterlife first.

6. Fig

Fig probably has the functionally immortal elven lifespan from her mom’s side of the family, but she’s also an Archdevil? If she dies, she gets sent to the Nine Hells, which is where she lives. The other Archdevil we’ve seen is Gorthalax, who seems pretty unkillable, because his enemies keep trapping him in things instead of ending his life. So like. CAN Fig even be killed? UNCLEAR.

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #the bad kids #gorgug thistlespring #riz gukgak #fabian seacaster #adaine abernant #kristen applebees #figeroth faeth

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sabraeal · 1 year

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Come to Heel, Chapter 1

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Written for @obiyuki-beebs! When I asked just what she would want for her birthday choice this year, Hayley deliberated mightily between an Izananyuki ABO fic or another chapter of The Lone Wolf Survives, and ultimately decided...that she was very afraid of the potentially knotting in TLWS, and could I write the Izanayuki fic from my rare pair poll last year 🤣

On the training grounds his captains stand tall amongst their men, barking out orders with all the confidence of an alpha in their den. But when they stand in his-- a study is what they call it now, in these more civil times-- those proud shoulders droop, heads bowed and necks bared; a show of deference, the way base instinct demands. It is an enlightened age they live in, yes, one of carriages and etiquette and mobility between both station and inclination, and yet--

Yet, the animal is always there, lurking beneath the surface. The same play of dominance and submission acted out over a hundred thousand years, simply lacquered with the veneer of politeness. These men might play alpha amongst their petty kingdoms, might even be inclined to be so, but in here...

Well, all men are betas beneath their king.

At least, that’s how it is supposed to be. Things never quite go as planned with Shidnote. “Are you serious?”

His father might have taught him that a king says more by his silence than by his speeches, but it was his mother who educated him on the precise pitch of brow required for regal skepticism. “Do you think me a man given toward making such a jest, Sir Zakura?”

“No.” Most of his captains stand in his presence, no matter if Izana offers them a seat or not, but Shidnote hardly needs an invitation, sprawling in the chair as if it were his own. “But you would if you thought it’d get your brother’s dander up. Which this will, by the way.”

Long limbs creep across the carpet, boots settling just shy of his desk, and-- ah, the man might be beta by inclination, but he spent far too long as the leader of his merry band to fit easily back in that box. Even buried beneath the balsam and clove, the musk lingers in his scent, faded but never forgotten.

It might threaten another alpha, a weaker one, more prone to paranoia and less apt at inspiring submission. But under a king’s hand--

Well, there are few banes that cannot become boons in time. Even if this one takes particular joy in making himself a nuisance. “That’s hardly my concern.”

“Of course.” His aide’s scent is made all the sweeter by submission, but there’s not a drop of sincerity in it. “That Prince Zen will froth at the mouth at this whole business is simply a bonus.”

A defense would be tantamount to a confession; one Izana does not deign to give. “I prefer to think of it as character building.”

“Frothing at the mouth?” Shidnote shifts in his seat, too big for the chair to comfortably contain. One of the two in his employ that have such an issue, though Lowen bears it with infinitely more grace. “Or--?”

“My brother lacks the decisiveness required of his position,” he drawls, ignoring the grin that greets him across the carpet. “And the ambition. This will give him and opportunity to develop both.”

Shidnote’s brows do not so much lift as saunter up his forehead. “And here I thought that’s what you liked about him.”

“A second prince must know his place.” Which history has shown that his brother did not, at least when it came to certain young women working under their auspice. “But the left hand must be able to act independently of the right. I must know I can trust him even when he is not under my watchful eye.”

Zakura snorts, indelicate as ever. “I don’t know who’s going to make an alpha out of him first, you or that little beta he keeps chasing around.”

To frown would only inspire his aide to new heights of aggravation. Izana offers him his most beatific smile instead; a saint given form and seated behind a desk.

There is a certain satisfaction in earning Shidnote’s scowl, even if it hardly survives longer than a breath. “You know, this is going have her shitting in all your dinners too.”

His smile stretches to a grin, quite unbidden. “Will it?” he wonders airily. “I hadn’t even considered.”

A beta’s shift in scents is subtle, muted, but Zakura’s annoyance rolls over him likes a wave, alpha in strength if not in smell. “Just when do you plan to tell her? I’d like to be in a different country, if I can manage it.”

“Oh...” He makes a show of glancing at the clock at the wall. “An hour ago.”

“An...?” Zakura’s broad hand scrubs over his scar, a groan scraping out from beneath it. “She’s going to strangle you with the curtains before you even get through the door.”

“I must admit,” he drawls, rising from his seat. “I might like to see her try.”

When the door to the parlor swings open, his brother’s beta is right where she ought to be: perched upon the plush cushions of the sofa, ankles crossed and fingers knotted so tightly she might well be a gift. A what a present she makes with that scowl, the sweet fruit of her scent already gone sour, frustration fermenting it to bitterness long ago. He breathes it in the way his father used to drink wine, savoring the first coating across his tongue before downing the rest of the glass.

“Mistress Shirayuki.” Her brows draw tighter over that button nose, spiking her scent with only the finest annoyance. “I see you’ve arrived.”

“I did,” she says with the sort of restraint his brother has never learned to show. “Punctually.”

Butter would hardly melt in his mouth as he circles her, enjoying the way she stiffens. She does not turn her head the way an omega would, nervous and eager to please, but her gaze does track him, sharp as any hunter. “How kind of you not to keep me waiting.”

Her anger blooms between them, as sweet as citrus; it is a struggle not to savor the fruits of his labor. A beta may not be alert to the subtleties of her own scent, but an ill-timed sniff on his part would give up the game far too soon.

“You must be hungry.” There would have been no reason to arrange this meeting over the dinner hour other than to assure such a state. “Let me call for a light--”

“Was there something you needed from me?”

Izana’s steps stuttering beneath her steady stare. “Excuse me?”

“I assume you called me here for a reason.” The infuriating thing puts her back to him, both feet flat on the floor as she rises with all the authority she does not possess. “If not, then I won’t waste your time--”

His fingers close over the delicate cap of her shoulder, gently-- firmly guiding her back down to the cushion. His brother’s little beta has never shown the deference a girl in her position should, either for his title or his inclination, but truly, this was beyond the pale. “I didn’t ask that you look after my schedule, Mistress Shirayuki. I asked if you were hungry.”

She huffs, cheeks rounded like prey. “I appreciate your concern, but if there really is nothing, then--”

“I could go for something,” her shadow pipes from his corner, doing a poor job of playing invisible, as always. “If you’re offering, alpha.”

His musk might be drowned beneath that citrus and sugar, more dessert than omega, but it’s still a feat how that man has them all fooled. Even if the pitch and smoke didn’t wear through at the same as the evening hours, his irreverence gives him away, those cold, coin-quick eyes meeting his with all the challenge that lanky frame can summon.

But the man can keep his secrets for now. If only for the way it makes his mistress cave, the stern line of her shoulders softening even as her slender little fingers claw into the cloth at her knees.

“All right,” she relents, her sigh as good as her submission. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to have a little something.

It would be nothing for him to call for a full dinner with all its courses, the dishes catered to the particular tastes of the two meant to partake, but Izana knows better than to flaunt excess before his brother’s little beta. It might be a feast that’s laid before them, but a humble one, made of sliced means and creamy cheeses and bread still warm from the ovens. And a half dozen other things besides, simple dishes that hardly required cutlery, the sort of delicacies one might be at ease holding between their fingers even before a king.

Not that such an idea would ever slow Shirayuki down. Oh no, by the time it’s all laid before them, she’s already reaching out, fingers brushing at the serving ware before he can get a word in edgewise. As if they were in some public commissary, rather than his own private parlor.

His hand snaps out, seizing that small wrist before she can wreak anymore havoc. “I haven’t taken from that yet.”

A protest clearly perches upon those pouted lips, but she subsides, albeit poorly. Not waiting for him to release her as she should, she slips her wrist from his grip, letting her offending hand flop down onto her lap. She keeps it there, fingers knitted tight while he reaches to fill his own plate.

It’s amusing to watch her play at civility, to pretend she does not devour the meal with her hungry eyes first. Courtesy’s shiny veneer wears as he picks at the platters on the table, careful to avoid the one she’d reached for first. For all her professions of humble origin, the girl has expensive tastes; the wafer-thin slices of beef would be a luxury in any household, especially in the craggy northern hinterlands.

“You’re going to ask me to do something, aren’t you?” she asks, ever impatient. “Something I won’t like. You might as well--”

“Pleasure first,” he informs her, heaping her plate high with the table’s bounty. “Business later.”

That sweet mouth of hers flattens, conveying just how much pleasure she takes in this little parley. But she picks up her knife all the same, dipping it in the dollop of cheese upon her plate and spreading it thick across a slice of bread. He waits until it just brushes her mouth to say, “Alphas eat first, Mistress Shirayuki.”

Her eyes widen, outrage shining clear. “But you...?”

Izana smiles, good humor and sharp teeth in equal measure. His brother’s beta might play the innocent, but she does not miss either meaning, setting her silverware back down on the table, knuckle blanched to bone where she grips them. Where his ears not as sharp as his nose, he would not have heard the soft growl hidden in her throat as he takes his first bite, a challenge made soft.

It is a struggle to keep his mouth from widening. A girl like that would make a good alpha if his brother had it in him to make her one. Not that Izana would allow it, even if he could. Alpha or no, a pharmacist would hardly make an acceptable princess. A diplomat, perhaps, but for what he will need her for...

Well, maybe one day that shadow of hers will oblige and do the job for him. The way the scent of smoke suffuses the room when his mistress does as little as brush his hand, it won’t be much of a hardship. Or a wait.

Izana smothers a smirk. Might as well help things along on that front. “Ah, but if you have forgotten your manners, you must be starving. Here.”

Pinched between the seam of his fingers, a ribbon of beef unfurls, glistening in the lamplight. The little beta does the same at the sight of it, her mouth half opened when he urges, “Eat up.”

Ah, now that brings her up short. “Excuse me?”

“Go on.” It’s only natural, his posture implies, a beta eating from the hand of her alpha. “You have my permission.”

Her spine stiffens, like prey backed into a corner. But there is no sting of fear from her, only the profound odor of offense, a little anger giving spice to her mild scent.

“That’s quite all right,” she manages, hardly any of the words grit between her teeth. “I’ll wait for you to finish.”

His own tease at that slender ribbon, nibbling at the thin filaments until slivers shear off against his tongue. It’s amusing how she watches him, jaw working in sympathy as his chews, the scent anger and hunger linger in the air in equal measure. How simple it would be if only she would give way, if she would only give him the obedience he was due as her alpha.

But, he must admit, it is more fun this way.

“There is no need.” His smile does not bare teeth, but her hackles raise as if it does. “You’ve been so patient, Mistress Shirayuki. Let us eat together.”

It is a compliment, a magnanimous show of generosity that his father would have died before giving, even to his own son, let alone a beta whose only claim is a disgraced bloodline and a questionable friendship with Tanbarun’s most useless prince.

And yet still she wrinkles her nose, fork chasing potatoes about her plate with about as much attention as his brother affords his paperwork.

“Obi.” Her shadow straightens, attuned to the barest change in her tone. Obedient and attentive, the way an omega should be for his alpha. A pity neither of them are. “You must be hungry too.” Her slender little fingers pluck up that roast, ribbons overflowing her grip. “Have some.”

It’s with caution that her shadow edges out from his corner, detaching from the wall with all the deference of a hound at the table. He even darts a glance at Izana, the perfect approximation of a humble omega, if only it weren’t so clear there was no question there, no plea for permission-- oh no, the man’s coiled for confrontation as he approaches, ready to reach for those knives if there’s even a flinch from his position.

Izana simply sits stock still, pretending as if he’s allowing it to happen, that her defiance depends on his indulgence. But when the alpha dips his head, taking the offerings straight from her fingers, dining straight from this beta’s plate as if she were--

Well, it seems as if there’s more work to be done. He had left it to his brother to tame his little pharmacist, but it’s clear that a beta cannot be depended upon to do an alpha’s job.

“I had a chat with your acquaintance,” he says, pitched just too loud for the space between them, startling her attention away from the alpha at her shoulder. “It was quite...enlightening.”

“Kageya?” Her fork drops to the table, forgotten, all her attention hanging on his words. A heady sensation, for its rarity. “You mean she was helpful?”

Hope burns bright in the forest of her eyes, a spark that so easily sets others ablaze, but he knows better than to feed it. Sweet as this little beta is, her wishes always come at too high a cost. “That remains to be seen.”

Her mouth rumples like parchment, his word a draft she would like to relegate to the bin. “What do you mean by that?”

“Lady Kageya informed us of a pharmacy run out of Hyatess. It is apparently where Toka Bergatt sourced many of her supplies. At least, the ones she couldn’t readily come by.” He glances at her, wary, as he adds, “If this information is true, then--”

Ah, when her eyes flare like that, it’s terrible how tempted he is to catch fire himself. “Then you’ll let her go?”

“No.” Her brow furrows tight over the freckled expanse of her nose, mouth opening with all the intent to argue, but Izana holds up a hand, quelling her quarrels. “With her willingness to help us, Elys has bought her life, but her freedom...there is much that woman knows, and in the wrong hands she could once again threaten the safety of Clarines’ people. But if this pharmacy has indeed thrown in with a traitor, and their connection leads us to him, perhaps I could consider...”

He allows her heart to fill in what his words cannot promise.

“Then can’t you just investigate that?” Ah, it is easy to see why his brother is so enamored with this little beta; she is just as impatient as he. “You’d know she was telling the truth if you only just--”

“Should we go up the Hyatess and simply ask if they have been committing treason?” She flushes beneath the weight of his raised brows. “An investigation will take time. And trusted agents. Ones that can blend in among the pharmacist there. Ones that are adept at earning trust quickly.”

“Ah...” If there is one thing the pharmacist is that his brother is not, it’s clever. “So this is what you wanted me for. But wouldn’t they not want to...er...with a...um...?”

“Trust a pharmacist so closely associated with the crown?” His mouth quirks at a corner. “Perhaps if I sent Garak, or even her assistant, that might be the case. But it seems, Mistress Shirayuki, that you have done quite well at establishing yourself as a person of note in the North.”

She blinks. “Me?”

“You.” It’s impossible to keep his grin from curling at the corners. “You might carry the distinction of royal pharmacist, but it seems that your reputation as a scholar of Lilias precedes you. And in the North, your closest known tie to the throne is...”

He glances pointedly to the alpha at her shoulder. She has the grace to flush. “That’s quite flattering, but still, I’m sure there’s someone who would be better...”

“There is no one better than you, Shirayuki.” He doesn’t mean to say the words, not with the earnesty he does, but the roundness of her eyes demands that he own it now that he has. “Your background is the best fit for this mission. Besides, it’s not as if you will be alone.”

Her brows raise. “I won’t? Who else could you send? Suzu? Ryu?”

Izana dismisses the names with a wave of his hand. “Hardly. They are both on projects Clarines considers high priority. No--” his mouth twitches, a warning he does not mean to give-- “I thought you might prefer an assistant instead of a partner.”

It is worth the wait for the words to catch up with her, for when they do-- “No.”

“No? Come now, Mistress Shirayuki.” Izana is not one to cajole, but it is worth it to see her scowl; if they were beasts in truth, her ears would lay flat along her head. “Wouldn’t you enjoy having me at your beck and call again?”

“Beck...?” She blinks at him owlishly. “You hardly listen to a thing I said!”

“I had other concerns at the time.” Trying to secure an alliance with Arleon’s younger sister, for one. “But this time, I promise...”

His lips unfurl into a lazy grin. “...You will have my full attention.”

#izanayuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #my fic #ABO au #Come to Heel #ans #it was a pain figuring where to cut this first chapter #but I think this ended up being as good a place as any #far enough into the conversation that it's clear Pharmacist Lowen is about to make an appearance #but not far enough for shirayuki to have put up a whole ass fuss #because lemme tell you. she IS

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Red dead redemption omegaverse

Update ❤️

So when I first made my omegaverse headcanons I was only half way through the game. But now, a lot of my options and ideas have changed.

Growth you know? So please humor me while I tell ya about our favorite band of outlaws

John Marston: he’s a alpha, very cocky about it. Will puff out his chest to make you think he runs the show…at least when Abigail isn’t around. Bi

Abigail is a female omega, but in gender only. Everyone knows who’s the real leader of the Marston pack. Abigail doesn’t really care about her genders just wants to be the best mom she can be for Jack. Bi as well

Jack is a beta, he wants to be a alpha so badly like his father. It takes a long time for Jack to feel comfortable about himself. When he became a writer. Jack had done a lot of research, finally understanding the gang as a adult. Gay

Uncle? Uncle is Uncle but at one time he was a alpha, or so he says. No one really wants to know. An ace king

Javier is a beta, he doesn’t care about it. All he knows is that he’s bi. He misses his family and homeland but the Van der Linde pack is his family now.

Sean is a omega and will fight you if you point it out. Sean is straight and loves himself some boobies. Or so he says, he has been caught ogling a few good looking men with their shirts open. Straight/maybe polyamorous..he hasn’t become aware of that part of himself yet

Karen is a alpha female, Sean is her sweet little omega. She plays like she’s an omega when she’s robbing, pays better. She is considering making Sean an honest omega. Polyamorous.

Tilly, a omega bit a spitfire of one. She’s like Abigail and just tries to do her best. Her old gang tried to make her a pack breeder, it’s why she killed a man and ran to the Van der Linde gang. Lesbian

Mary-Beth, she’s a beta. She romanticizes the whole secondary gender one true mate thing. She’s still young, she’ll grow out of it. Maybe not… makes great romance novels ❤️ straight

Kieran: omega boi, loves his horses. Is very protective of himself when it comes to anything sexual. Keeps away from people so he isn’t touched. He’s demisexual but really likes Mary-Beth.

Pearson: beta and ace, just keeps to himself. Likes sending naughty letters with some feller a few states away.

Grimshaw is a omega women who was bonded to Dutch at one point. Bond broken but loyal. She takes care of the camp like it was her own pups. Straight

Molly, a high end omega women. Dutch’s newest Mate. She loves the man but knows deep down that she could not have pups with him. As much as Dutch wants a pup so bad he can taste it. Bi

Hosea: omega, he was Dutch’s first mate. They broke that bond when John joined the family. Hosea loved Dutch but loved Bonnie more. Bonnie was his one true love and privately considered John and Arthur his pups with her. Not Dutch. Stays in the pack to be with his family now. Bi

Dutch: alpha, wants to be the most alpha alpha that ever alpha’d. Wants to lead a huge pack that he is king of, gets board easily. Changes Mates when the mood strikes him, but privately knows his one true mate was Hosea that he threw away. He likes Molly, mostly because of what she does for him. Bi

Strauss: ace beta and not really interested in anything but money.

Swanson: Polly, he’s an all or nothing type of omega.

Josiah trelawany; a alpha that loves other alphas. Yeah he has a family in Saint Denis, but that’s just a marriage of convenience. He has men in every city after all!

Bill: gay as hell, alpha and self loathing.

Micha bell, straight and a Alpha. Looks down on anyone and anything. Thinks beta and omegas are only good for keeping his knot warm. Micha is sterile. Pissing him off more.

Charles Smith, demi alpha. Women are wonderful, Men are wonderful. Why chose. Is big on serious relationships. Charles knows what he wants and goes after it.

Sadie, alpha female. After the loss of her husband, she realized she enjoyed women more. There would never be another man like her husband after all.

Arthur Morgan, omega and bi. Arthur hides the fact he is an omega. It makes him uncomfortable when people know because suddenly people treat him differently. As the gangs enforcer, that’s not useful. Force celibate because Dutch gave him a order to keep his damn legs closed. So he had, feels like sex gets him in trouble, even with women. He hates dressing like an omega but has a love of soft fabrics and underwear. A lot of self loathing but maybe Charles will help him with that. 🦌🦬🦌🦬

Well that’s the updated version of the omegaverse headcanons. Any questions just ask!

#my writing #rdr2 #omegaverse #van der linde gang #update #headcanons #alpha beta omega #sexuality #lgbtq community

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