#i’m pretty sure i have a special place somewhere in hell

[agendabymooner]

i’m gonna start giving my poly!f1 smut pieces their own tag because i write too many of them 🧍‍♀️

#i’m pretty sure i have a special place somewhere in hell #two people is one thing BUT THREE??? #new tag #f1 smut #♔ something sinful ⎯ f1 smut #♛ something multiplied ⎯ poly!f1 smut #convo with mooners

[raineandsky]

The Villain's Housekeeper

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (part 8) (part 9) (part 10) (part 11)

tw: implied torture

“[Hero], I– I’m so sorry…”

The hero doesn’t even look at the villain. Their head is bent, staring distantly at a crack in the concrete floor. “It’s okay.”

The villain had called the superhero’s bluff. Tried to, at least. They never thought a superhero could be so cruel to one of their own. But the superhero had been more than happy to prove them wrong, to make the villain watch him inflict nothing but agony on the hero until they’d finally spat out exactly what the superhero wanted.

The supervillain probably doesn't stand a chance now. They don’t care.

Even from their own dingy cell the villain can see the blood seeping mockingly through the hero’s shirt. Their palms rub together mindlessly like that’ll erase the crimson nightmare from their hands. They seem like they’re barely conscious, blankly honed into the tiny blemish on the floor like it’s a portal they’re waiting to open.

None of this is okay. The hero’s just saying that. The villain kind of wishes they’d just gone and died in the street like the supervillain had intended. At least that would’ve saved them both from this.

The hero is sitting on the floor, not moving except to scrub at their hands, but the villain is restlessly pacing back and forth. They have so much pent up energy from the last hour—it has to go somewhere.

“We’re gonna get out,” they say into the silence.

“We’re not.”

The villain turns to the hero a little harsher than they meant to. The hero flinches even from several metres away, and the villain’s heart crushes just that little bit more. “We are, [Hero]. We’re gonna get out and [Superhero] is never gonna touch you again.”

The hero makes some noise that is clearly meant to be a scoff but comes out as more of a broken sob. “Big dreams.”

The villain doesn’t bother commenting on that. “No window, no lockpicking.” They glance around for ideas. “No bribery, I’d assume. No help.”

“How long were you here before… we spoke?”

The villain pauses. “In prison? I don’t know, a few days.”

The hero frowns. The villain doesn’t like it. “Have you not tried breaking out before?”

“I didn’t think I had anything to live for before.” The villain carries on glancing around to avoid looking at the way the hero’s face twists like they don’t believe them.

-

“There you are, you little shit,” is the greeting the superhero gives the villain. “Your codes were bullshit, weren’t they?”

He glares at them expectantly. There’s a lump in the villain’s throat that words seem to be stuck behind. “I– I gave you what you wanted.”

“Like hell you did.” The superhero throws an aimless hand over his desk. The villain’s papers are all over the place, various scrawls across their pages in a clear attempt to figure them out. “Your so-called codes didn’t work.”

The villain’s mind is blank. That can’t be right. They gave him the fucking codes. He should be descending on the supervillain this very moment, but instead he’s here, claiming they don’t work—

“Wouldn’t want your special sweetheart to feel the consequences of this, would we?”

The villain’s gaze snaps back to where the superhero’s smirking at them knowingly. They want to smack that look clean off his face. He knows too much, and now he’s using it all against them. The hero is back here, suffering the fate they fell into the villain’s grasp trying to escape, and they’re back here because of them. The villain feels sick at the thought.

“I gave you the fucking codes,” the villain spits. “It’s not my fault if you’re too thick to use them.”

The superhero’s face momentarily twitches in hatred, but it doesn’t last long. “Not to worry,” he says smoothly. He waves a hand for the security guard at the door to step forward. “I’m sure I can get an answer out of you pretty easily, hm?”

For a moment the villain can feel the burn of rope on their wrists, their throat sore, their eyes hot with tears of sickness and horror and guilt.

The security guard touches a hand to their arm, and before they can think about what they’re doing they turn around and punch him in the face.

The superhero’s on his feet immediately but the villain’s already moving. A quick boot to the middle keeps the security guard on the floor, and they meet the superhero at the desk without a thought. He tries to point a pistol at them but they butt it out of his hand, kicking it across the floor for good measure.

The superhero throws a fist at them and connects with their shoulder with the fury of the sun. The villain stumbles and the superhero’s confidence throws him in for a second blow. They dodge back, just, jabbing an elbow into the side of his face. The superhero staggers with an enraged cry and the villain leaps the desk to make for the gun.

It’s in their hand before either of the two can realise what’s happened. “Okay,” the villain says slowly. Their shoulder is throbbing but they have no time to think about it right now. “I’m gonna leave, and you’re not gonna say jackshit when I do.”

The superhero laughs, the sound wet with blood. “You won’t get far without death following you.”

“My paperwork’s still encoded. I’m not too worried.”

And with that they’re out into the corridor, more than happy to spend the superhero’s bullets on anyone stupid enough to come near them.

An alarm whirrs, drooping the halls in flashing red light. They’re lost, unaccustomed to wandering the corridors alone, but it doesn’t matter. They’ll get to where they need to be. They just have to survive first.

“Don’t worry, [Hero],” the villain whispers, like saying it outloud is a promise. “I’m coming.”

(next part)

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[kissingghouls]

From the prompts you posted…how about “are you ok?” with Phantom. Maybe a sibling finds a newly summoned Phantom wandering around in the middle of the night and they’re worried about him.

Anon, this was such a lovely idea and I am so so SO happy for this to be my very first prompt. 💜💜💜

Couch Club

Phantom x GN!Reader FLUFF and a dash of comfort. 1k words.

The abbey was always a strange place, but its creepiness increased tenfold in the dead of night. The haze of incense hung in the long, dark hallways like a fog that would never clear. It seeped into every inch of the grounds, riding on the echoes of rhythmic chants from the chapel and settling like a fine dust on the portraits of Papas past. The shadows seemed to multiply, collecting in corners until they appeared as solid shapes. One could never be sure if something might emerge from the darkness, but the shadows usually stayed shadows. Usually.

Sleepily you padded down the hall with your favorite blanket wrapped tight around your shoulders. Insomnia was a special kind of hell—and not the fun one where things you were familiar with resided. It was a Sisyphean prison you were used to, but that didn’t make it any less annoying when all you wanted to do was go to bed. Instead, you haunted the hallways as usual, searching for something to occupy your over-active brain. The library was too far and probably locked after the last time a certain Papa had left an unbelievable mess in there after hours. The kitchens were too noisy and full of Siblings who would shoo you out of the way while they prepared baked goods for the entire abbey. Sometimes you would hang around the gardens and stare up at the sky while giving the stars new names, but it was far too cold out for that tonight.

You pushed your way into the common room, the heavy door groaning loud enough behind you to wake the dead. There was a corner of the sofa that you found particularly comfortable on nights like these, a little space you had claimed once upon a time and had fallen asleep in more than once.

As a tired yawn ripped through your body as you shuffled toward your tiny empire. A figure sat up and turned toward you in the dark, sending you stumbling backward over your blanket with a horrified scream. You landed with a crash, banging your elbow on the snack machine on the way down. It spit peanut M&Ms at you as the figure jumped over the back of the sofa, spewing a stream of apologies.

“Wha? Phantom?” you asked as the light from the hallway touched his face. The newly summoned ghoul offered you a sheepish smile. He hadn’t been around long, but the two of you had managed to become friendly in that short time, bonding over your collective love of old monster movies.

“I’m so sorry,” he said again as he lifted you from the floor. “I didn’t think anyone would be in here.”

“I didn’t either,” you added with a laugh, trying to rub that awful feeling out of your elbow.

“I—I’m sorry I’ll get out of your way,” he mumbled and brushed past you.

“Hey,” you called softly after him. “You don’t have to leave. I’m pretty sure there’s room for both of us.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I can find somewhere else to be.”

“Phantom? Are you ok?”

He forced a smile. “Yeah, sure. Well…no. I don’t know. It’s ok.”

You reached for his hand and gave it a little squeeze. “Can I help?”

He stared down at your hand in his, flexing his fingers and gently closing them around yours again. “You’re warm.”

“Am I?” you asked with a laugh.

“Yeah. It’s nice, you know?” He shook his head and swiped at his face. “Ugh, of course you don’t. I’m sorry, it’s just—I can’t get warm up here and the fire ghouls kick too much to try to sleep in one of their rooms. And everyone says I’ll get used to it eventually, but…no luck yet.”

You couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing a hoodie, sweatpants, and the thickest pair of socks you’d ever seen. “Not even with those?”

He shook his head. “Mountain made these for me. He said they should help, but they kind of just make my feet sweat.”

You scrunched up your face. “That sounds awful.”

“Yeah, so…anyway shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“Oh, I have trouble sometimes, so I come down here instead.”

“Does it help?”

“Most nights,” you replied with a shrug. “There’s something about that sofa that just works, I guess.”

“Well, I’ll uh get out of your way then.”

You cleared your throat nervously. “I’m pretty sure the sofa is big enough for both of us if you want to try it out.”

He couldn’t hide the little spark of magic in his eyes as they lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah, of course. I get that corner though,” you told him, pointing to the space you liked.

“I think can live with that.”

“And don’t even think about putting your sweaty feet on me,” you warned.

He laughed and promised to keep his feet to himself as you both settled on the sofa. Limbs bumped in awkward positions followed by whispered apologies and tiny, embarrassed laughs. After several minutes and many different variations, you and the ghoul finally got comfortable under your blanket. He curled up against you, tangling his legs with yours as you draped an arm around his middle. The two of you began to fall asleep almost instantly, wrapped around each other in a way that finally allowed Phantom to feel warmth.

In the morning you found yourselves mostly in the same position, bodies pressed together so closely there was enough room for Rain to sit at the other end of the sofa. He shot you a little wave and went back to focusing on his cereal as Phantom groaned against your shoulder.

“I don’t want to be awake yet,” he whined and held you a little tighter. “I haven’t slept that well since I got here.”

“Glad I could help,” you managed through a yawn.

“Yes, thank you.” He followed up with a yawn of his own. “Whadda ya say we do this again sometime?”

#my writing #phantom ghoul x reader #phantom ghoul x gn reader #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #ghost band fanfic #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls fanfic #phantom club forever #not technically phantom club #but i do what i want #asked and answered

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @lover-of-mine @forthewolves @loserdiaz thank you 💖💖

more alive shannon today! I wanted to have some Buck finally, and Shannon and Buck meeting, but I didn't have time to write everything I wanted today lol so next time, hopefully haha

for now here's a bit of Shannon and Eddie talking <3 it's literally just written and not exactly what I had in mind but that's what editing is for haha

prev snippet

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“Do you think we can ever go back to how it was before? Honestly?” he asks, sounding so small and vulnerable, still not looking up. Her heart breaks for what feels like a millionth time just this week.

“Honestly? I’m skeptical.” she admits, and he just nods, as if he suspected that answer, as if he agrees. She knows him, though, she knows that even if he does, he doesn’t want to agree. He’s a fighter, and if it was just up to him, he’d fight to hell to save the crumbling remnants of what’s left of this relationship. She just wants to spare them both pain, not convinced he’d manage, not even with his infuriating stubbornness. Then she adds, a hint of amusement lacing her words: “But hey, maybe in some alternate universe, where nothing ever got screwed up, we’re living happily ever after with a bunch of kids?” she chuckles softly. Eddie finally looks up, his eyes still so warm and inviting, even after everything. “We’re still in Texas, close to your family, who maybe don't hate me.” she adds with a wistful smile. Eddie opens his mouth to protest, and she just rolls her eyes. “Eddie, come on, I know they despise me. At least your parents do. It’s- it’s fine, at this point.” she sighs. “But just maybe, in some other universe, it all works out.” She likes that thought. Even if it’s not realistic, just the thought that some version of her out there somewhere is as happy as she could be, as happy as she thought she’d be – that she got what this Shannon wanted a long time ago – it’s almost a comforting thought.

“Alternate universes.” Eddie just scoffs, shaking his head, leaning back against the armchair, finally relaxing a bit, tension easing out of his shoulders. “You’d get along with Buck.” he says quietly, almost a murmur, tone amused. Shannon’s lips shift into a grin. Perfect opening.

“Speaking of, when am I gonna meet him?”

“Uh, didn’t you? I’m sure you did.” he frowns, licking his lips nervously. Shan tilts her head curiously. 

“I mean, I saw him. In pictures and when I came to the station.” she clears her throat, feeling embarrassed for causing a scene at his place of work. “But I haven’t met him.”

“Uh, do you want to?”

“Obviously.” Shannon chuckles incredulously. “The way Christopher talks about him, he must be pretty special.” she smiles softly.

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#tease tidbit tuesday #the alive shannon fic #buddie wip #buddie fic #buddie #wikiangela writes #my writing #fic snippet #my wips #shannon diaz #wanted to write more but ended up hanging out with my mom the whole afternoon lol #this is what always happens when I have morning shifts and we're home at the same time haha #i have plans scenes with shan and buck tho and I'm so excited to write it! soon hah #and chapter 2 is almost done! (with 6k - the whole thing is 14k already jfc 😂)

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

A few final thoughts from my 14 year old niece, the first time LOTR reader, before she heads home tomorrow:

1. She loves Éowyn and she loves Faramir, but she does not love that Éowyn married Faramir. She wanted Éowyn to be a single lady out raising hell somewhere, perhaps with Faramir in tow but ONLY as a buddy. Her suggestion was for Éowyn to run Rohan’s army since “she did better in battle than anyone else anyway,” and that would allow Éomer to focus on “other stuff” as king. I don’t really know what other stuff she had in mind, but, whatever it is, I’m sure he will look extremely handsome while doing it.

2. She skipped all the poems and songs that were more than 6-8 lines long. I can’t criticize this choice, as I don’t think I learned to really like and appreciate them until I was college-aged, and I didn’t get everything from them that I could until I had a lot more context for the many 1st and 2nd age references. So maybe she’ll come back to the poems on a future reading someday (if there is one). She’s already pretty certain that she’ll never find the Bombadil sing-songy verses appealing, though.

3. We’ve established that Legolas is her favorite major character (runners up: Éowyn and Sam), but, like many of us, she has her own favorite minor characters that she is emotionally invested in to a level that is disproportionate to their place in the story. Hers are Bill the Pony (“way better than Shadowfax”) and Ioreth (“she reminds me of grandma”). When she heard who my own little minor obsessions are—Háma, Théodred, and Elfhelm—she had to be reminded who they are because they apparently didn’t make much of an impression on her. But she very politely listened to my case for all 3 of them and agreed that they sound “kinda cool, I guess.” I’ll take it.

All in all, I cannot possibly recommend the experience of talking about the books with a first time reader highly enough. I am so jealous of her for getting to experience some of this magic in that special way that can only hit you on the first time through, when you have no expectations or preconceived notions and it’s all just washing over you. Getting to hear her impressions brought some of that back for me in a vicarious way, and I loved it….though she will hold over my head the fact that she read over a thousand pages at my request until the day I die.

#lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien #first time reader thoughts #my niece is a certified Bill the Pony stan #the kids are alright

[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟ[2:34am] hell-sauce flavour — mammon

you can recall faintly that’s it somewhere between two and three in the morning as you struggle with the top on the instant noodles in your hands, the rustling sounds seeming so much louder when the rest of the house of lamentation have called it a day—your eyes still heavy with sleep while the faint lights of the rest of devildom just barely peek through the blinds.

you exhale when you fingers slip from the plastic one more before the silence settles for a few moments and a larger pair rest over yours from behind, a deep mumble following that sparks warmth in your chest as it cuts through the solitude.

“gimme, lemme see it. this is my speciality doncha know? let me get it for ya, only cause ya o-obviously need me not cause i was waitin’ for ya to ask or anythin’.” mammon hums from his place over your shoulder, pressing his chest against your back as he easily peels back the lid from the instant noodles, making sure to brush his lips across the dip of your shoulder with an almost proud grin after.

“what would ya do without me, huh? this is why i gotta stick by ya, g-gotta keep ya from goin’ hungry and all that stuff, s-so that’s why ya have me takin’ care of ya, dont gotta worry you’re pretty little head.” you soften before you smile at the silver haired demon’s words, turning to meet his drowsy gaze over your shoulder before he feels his cheeks heat and he pulls back, a little flustered, to place your cup of noodles on the counter beside his.

mammon turns to you with a few moments later with a grin, it’s handsome and a little cheeky and even in the dimly lit kitchen you can still admire the way the moonlight kisses his features through the open window, and he blushes even deeper when he notices you staring because that’s just who the second oldest is when it comes to you.

“a-anyways, uh—i hope you’re ready to witness the great mammon’s secret ramen recipe, ain’t nobody else in devildom who’s seen it and lived to tell the tale. there’s about to be a party on your taste buds so y-ya better watch carefully!” he huffs, puffing his chest as he clumsily grabs a few different ingredients from the cupboards and rests them beside the cup noodles, the water popping a few seconds later to let you both know it’s hot enough, and lastly, he reaches for you.

“cmeer, ya gotta get close enough to see what i’m doin’—j-just so ya don’t miss anythin’ with your human eyes that’s all it is, this recipe is top secret y’know—s-stop smilin’ at me like that!” mammon mumbles and you laugh, it’s warm and pretty as it echoes through the kitchen and because he loves you, mammon finds himself laughing too, before he pulls you against his chest and cages you between him and the counter.

“maybe we should sell this secret recipe for grimm.” you add, voice lilting to a tease as you lean back against him. watching his pretty hands reach for the different ingredients to add them into the ramen cups before he snorts and follows it with a kiss on your cheek.

“ya really are made for me, ain’t ya? i-i mean—ya really k-know the way to a demon’s heart.” mammon breathes and you blink, keeping your silence for a few moments because letting yourself be loved like this felt nice, you think.

it’s just you and him, somewhere between two and three in the morning in the rarely quiet kitchen of the house of lamentation, there’s no fancy setting or five course meal, but you still feel so loved when you turn to look up at mammon and realise his eyes are already on you.

because this version of mammon was one that was truly yours—the one that started picking up double his usual order of hell-sauce flavour noodles because he realised you like them too even though he’d always blush and say there was a sale if someone pointed it out, and the one who stifles his yawns because he’d much rather be awake with you between two and three am in the dimly lit kitchen than asleep because “t-the great mammon doesn’t get tired, only let ya tag along so ya didn’t starve or somethin’ cause then lucifer would kill me s-since i’m supposed to be watchin’ over ya!” even though he stayed awake just so he could be stood where he is now.

and you soften when you realise that the love you found in the second eldest was best felt like this—with the moonlight pooling around you both as he cooks his favourite cup ramen that quickly became yours past midnight because you always said it tastes better when he made it, and he suddenly doesn’t care about the teasing he’d probably hear from his brothers or the blush that’s high on his cheeks, because these moments, are meant as an “i love you” from him to you.

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[shieldofiron]

The guy looks like his high school bully and it’s kind of wigging Eddie out.

He’s sat in the same place every show, up in the front row, always with a flagon of something that he barely sips. Eddie’s stage isn’t far from one of the many Renaissance Fair taverns, but this guy doesn’t seem drunk. He just watches Eddie’s show intently, his loose shirt falling open and exposing a chiseled chest.

“Maybe the guy just really likes magic,” Billy suggests when they’re both on break as he pours a bottle of cold water over his face, trying to comb the dirt from his curls. He’s Prince William the bloodthirsty after all.

“Billy, I do this show at ten fairs a season. I love magic. And even I wouldn’t watch three shows a day.”

Billy laughed, “You know, I used to have a guy out in this teeny tiny faire who used to watch the jousts like that. Really intense, front row.”

“Yeah, what happened.”

“You’ve met Steve.”

“Your husband??”

“Hell yeah,” Billy flicked his tongue against his upper lip, “Do you still call people up in the audience to be your lovely assistant for the finale?”

“Yeah.”

“So, ask him to be your lovely assistant,” Billy shrugged, “Maybe it will work out.”

Eddie had laughed it off but at the final show of the day, when he asked for lovely assistant volunteers, the guy did perk up in his seat.

“You, gentle sir,” Eddie swept into a theatrical bow.

The crowd giggled as the man sat dumbfounded in his seat, his pink cheeks making his eyes electric blue.

“Come now, the box awaits you!”

The man got to his feet, waving meekly at the hooting crowd.

“And your name, my lovely assistant?”

“Jason.”

That had Eddie nearly stumbling as he made his way towards the box to subtly show Jason the instructions painted inside for how he would hide and then reveal himself.

It couldn’t actually be Jason Carver. Not actually. Except he did look like him, with the short sloped nose and pale freckled skin. His hair was longer, slightly darker and sandier.

“And are you a native of Maryland, Jason?” Eddie’s fake English accent wavered.

“No, I’m from a small town in Indiana.”

Eddie only opened the door to the box so smoothly because he’d done it a hundred thousand times, sweeping his arm out to the crowd, “And you’re about to go somewhere even smaller!”

The crowd chuckled obligingly and Jason made his way into the box with a short bow. Eddie could barely breathe as he executed the rest of the trick flawlessly.

After Jason had revealed himself and blushed through another bow when Eddie called him his lovely assistant, Eddie thought that might be the end of it.

But Jason was hanging around after the show, still holding that one flagon, still sat in that same spot.

"So um, why-"

"You're in town another few weeks?"

"Yeah." Eddie frowned.

"I hoped you would be. I saw you last year but..." Jason shook his head, and the sunlight glinted off an earring hidden in his long blonde hair, "I couldn't get up my nerve."

"Nerve to do what?"

"Ask you out," Jason dug in his pocket, "Even just to apologize."

He hands over a business card. Jason Carver. Board Certified Psychologist. Specializing in LGBTQIA+ issues and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

"My cell is on the bottom there."

"You're asking me to become a patient?"

"No," Jason toys with his glass again, "Pretty sure that would be unethical. Because I um... you know..."

"I mean, we already started out unethically," Eddie stopped him, though he was kind of wondering how deep on Jason's chest that blush could possibly go.

"How do you mean?"

Eddie leaned in, slightly annoyed that his bell-covered costume jingled. His messy curls and braids bushed forward, and he could see Jason's eyes dialate.

"You're already my lovely assistant."

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Can you tell I went to the ren faire today?

#munver ficlet #Munver #Tigerfreak #my ficlets #ren faire eddie and jason real

[hiraeth-witch-11]

Into the Unknown Part 3

Warnings: gun, Billy Russo, violent thoughts

Word Count: 700ish

“Get up,” Billy orders, startling you out of your thoughts. “We’re goin’ for a drive.”

“A ‘kill me and hide the body’ drive?” You ask warily as you comply.

“I haven’t decided yet. Give me your phone.”

You hand it to him without hesitation and he sticks it in the inside of his coat pocket.

“Do you have any other devices on you?”

“No, just the phone.”

Billy leads you out of his office and to his car in the mostly empty parking garage. You try not to be visibly excited by the Wraith.

“Um should I get in the trunk?” You check.

Billy snorts out a laugh and shakes his head. “Passenger seat. Unless you’d prefer the trunk?”

“Nope, the passenger seat is fine by me,” you respond quickly, sliding in and buckling your seatbelt. Billy is silent for the drive and you quickly give up trying to read his expression, instead you enjoy the drive through a city you’ve never seen before. He pulls into a familiar and empty spot on the waterfront. Billy parks, unclips his seatbelt, and leans across you, opening the glovebox to reveal a gun. He pulls out the gun and sets it on the dashboard.

“Where is Frankie right now, sweetheart?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Why not?” Brows furrowed slightly, his small malicious smile still firmly in place.

“Well it’s not like they timestamped every scene. If I had to guess, he’s doing construction somewhere in the city. At some point, if he hasn’t already, he’s going to kill a bunch of people, I think their name is Gnucci or something.”

“Why’d you come to me and no one else? ‘Specially if I’m not the hero?”

“I told you already. I don’t really care about the whole hero/villain thing. It’s all just perspective, who’s telling the story. I hated your ending. Now that I have the chance to do something about it, I’m all in.”

“All in, huh?” Billy eyes you with a degree of suspicion. “How far are you willing to go?”

“I dunno, pretty far. I mean if you ask me to kill a kid or someone completely innocent just for the hell of it, I might draw the line. But in general… let’s just say pretty far.”

“Get outta the car,” Billy orders, surprising you. You follow his instructions, watching him curiously as he grabs the gun and gets out with you. He holds out the gun, offering it to you and you take it, carefully keeping it pointed at the ground away from Billy.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Shoot yourself, in the leg or arm. I’m not picky. Safety’s off, all you gotta do is aim and pull the trigger.”

You hesitate, unsure what he’s playing at.

“‘Course, if you don’t want to do that, you can always shoot me instead.”

You flinch at the thought of hurting Billy. You weigh your options, maybe this would be a chance to wake yourself up, if this really is a dream and, if you don’t wake up, well maybe this all is real. Either way, it’s a dream without consequences or a world where you don’t really exist. It’s a blank page for you to act however you like, reason and morals be damned. Just what you’ve always wanted.

You aren’t a bad person, at least you don’t think you are. You’ve never hurt someone without a good reason, but in the back of your head, in the deepest, darkest, most impulsive thoughts, you’ve craved it. You’ve always wanted the permission to let loose and stop caring about being polite and nice. Maybe you can relate to Billy in the way that you often hate being called pretty. It’s a word that strangers use when they try to take up your time and your space. Or what colleagues use when they want to demean your skills and intelligence. 

“How far are you willin’ to go?” He repeats with a smirk.

“Can I borrow your belt?” You ask, mind made up.

Billy raises an eyebrow in confusion.

“I’m not wearing one and I’d like to have the tourniquet in place before I shoot.”

“Not givin’ you my belt, sweetheart.”

“Fine.” With that, you turn the gun, aiming towards the lower outside of your thigh, and pull the trigger. Consequences be damned.

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[jujumin-translates]

Event | 5th Anniversary: The Way Back Home | Chapter 3 - Autumn Planet Story

*Contains spoilers for Act 12 - eternal moment*

Banri: …Aight, looks like everyone’s here.

Banri: So let’s get this training camp location decided on.

Omi: I wonder what kind of place we should go with.

Juza: It’s gotta be somewhere where we can think of ideas for the spin-off performance.

Azami: Then it’s probably better to go with a place that’s different from the usual one. That way it’s somethin’ new to help us come up with more ideas.

Omi: I bet we could get some great ideas from seeing some beautiful scenery and experiencing things in person.

Taichi: If it’s possible, I wanna go somewhere with good food! And somewhere where we can all have fun too~.

Sakyo: I already have a place in mind.

*Papers being passed out*

Juza: A pamphlet…?

Omi: Oh, this place is close. It’s only about an hour or two away by car.

Azami: What the hell is it?

Sakyo: Although we have a budget in place, we don’t want to put ourselves in debt. So I’m making cuts where I can. That’s why I looked for somewhere as close as possible.

Taichi: Eh! This is where we’re going for the Autumn Troupe training camp…!?

Banri: Already figured that with Sakyo-san around, there was no hope of having a luxury plan.

Sakyo: It ain’t the place that matters, it's what we get done there.

Banri: And what we get done is mostly just rehearsals and meetings.

Omi: I hope we can still get the training camp experience, even on a budget…

Taichi: Ah! Then how about wint-camping!?

Sakyo: Hah? The hell is wint-camping?

Taichi: Winter camping! I’ve seen a lot about it on social media lately and it seems to be pretty popular.

Taichi: They say the prices are cheaper than in the summer and the air is cleaner too, so the scenery is even prettier!

Taichi: Umm… Here! What about this place!?

Juza: There’s a special feature on winter camping in the pamphlet, huh.

Sakyo: I see. If the prices are cheap and the budget can afford it, let’s go with that.

Banri: Won’t campin’ in the middle of winter be cold as hell.

Omi: Well, there’s lots of physical activity in camping, so it’s something that’s perfect for Autumn Troupe.

Juza: And it’s gotta be better than campin’ on that deserted island.

Taichi: I’m sure it’ll be great! Let’s all go wint-camping!

Azami: Guess it’s a better change of pace than just rehearsing and discussing things than our usual training camps.

Banri: Guess you’re right. We can def probably get some good inspiration from there.

Banri: Aight, then Autumn Troupe’s training camp will be wint-camping.

Taichi: Woo! Now that that’s decided, we’ve gotta get ready! We’ve def gotta have curry when we’re camping.

Azami: We eat that all the time and you still want to have it while we’re camping.

Sakyo: The only thing that we “def” need to do is discuss the content of our spin-off performance.

Sakyo: We also need to express our gratitude to those who have supported us up until this point. And we need to make it clear that we’re going to continue to protect MANKAI Company.

Sakyo: Not to mention that this special performance is also to reaffirm our commitment to winning the Fleur Award.

Omi: Of course.

Juza: Yeah.

Banri: With the new theater, it might be a good idea to keep in mind our origins.

Banri: Sakuya said that his solo-trip was a good experience…

Banri: And it was a good experience for me to think about why it had to be our theater during the MANKAI performance.

Sakyo: Not bad. If it’s coming from our leader, guess we need to keep it in mind.

Omi: I agree.

Azami: No objections here.

Juza: Sure.

Taichi: Our origins… Well then we can’t forgot about our naked socializing!

Banri: No, that wasn’t what I was talkin’ about.

Azami: This pamphlet says there’s a lot of places to go sightseeing around there.

Taichi: Look, look! There’s a pirate ship there!

Juza: Pirate ship?

Omi: The photos of the ship’s interior are beautiful.

Taichi: ANIMS are space pirates, so it’s perfect for us. Since we’re gonna be around there, we gotta head onboard!

Sakyo: True, we might be able to get some good inspiration for the spin-off’s content there.

Sakyo: We’ll try to go there.

Taichi: Yaaay! It’s settled then!

Sakyo: Tch… We’re not going to have fun.

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Omi: I’ve got all the cooking stuff packed.

Juza: Got all the tent stuff packed too.

Izumi: There sure is a lotta stuff needed for camping, huh. Is every okay? Do you need any help?

Omi: Thanks. But we can handle this.

Izumi: By the way, where did all this authentic camping gear come from?

Juza: Borrowed it from Yosei’s camping club.

Taichi: It’s the perfect way to cut down on costs!

Izumi: I see.

Taichi: When I realized how fun camping is, I was invited to join the club.

Sakyo: All the luggage is packed. Time to head out.

Omi: Got it.

Banri: No one forgettin’ anything? Then let’s head out…

Banri: Wait, oi! Why’s the driver’s seat empty? The hell, when did everyone get in?

Azami: Didn’t you hear when we said that you’re the one driving today, Banri-san?

Banri: Who the hell decided on that!?

Taichi: Don’t worry about it. C’mon, we’re all counting on you, Ban-chan!

Banri: Tch, whatever…

Banri: Aight, let’s go.

Azami: We’re off. Don’t stay up too late, Director.

Omi: There’s leftovers in the fridge for you to eat.

Sakyo: Make sure to call if you need anything. We’ll be keeping in touch too.

Taichi: We’ll get you lotsa souvenirs!

Juza: See ya.

Izumi: Bye! Stay safe.

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Azami: We’re finally here…

Taichi: S-So cold…!

Sakyo: You’re the one who said winter camping was a good idea.

Banri: Yeah, it was your idea, don’t act so surprised.

Taichi: But~…

Omi: Well, the air really is clear and the scenery is beautiful.

Azami: True. The wind is pretty cold, though.

Juza: So, what should we do first?

Banri: Can’t get anything else done until we get the tent set up.

Omi: Right. Alright, let’s get to work.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Omi: Put this here and… There.

Azami: Nice that we got a high-tech tent that stays warm in the winter, it’s a pain in the ass to set up though.

Banri: Oi, I told you that goes there!

Juza: Haah? Don’t tell me what to do.

Banri: The hell!? You’re the one fuckin’ things up in the first place--!

Taichi: Aah, they’ve started already.

Azami: So this is them camping, huh.

Banri: Wanna try me? I’ll drop you in that lake in a heartbeat.

Juza: I’d like to see ya try.

Banri: Bastard…!

Taichi: Oh, no, no, no, they’ve grabbed onto each other! They haven’t been this bad in a while…!

Omi: This might not end well.

Azami: Chill out!

Sakyo: Tch, didn’t think I’d have to use this again, but…

Omi: Hm? Sakyo-san, what are you…?

Taichi: Aah! Those handcuffs look familiar!

Banri: !?

Juza: --.

Sakyo: You’re the one who said we should keep our origins in mind… Right? I’d be happy to bring you closer like I did back then.

Banri: That ain’t what I meant!

Juza: …Sorry.

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#a3! #a3! translation #banri settsu #juza hyodo #taichi nanao #omi fushimi #sakyo furuichi #azami izumida #// had this done for well over a month and somehow just. forgot to post it

[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

Pairing: Demon Lloyd Hansen/ Reader

Summary: Going to hang out with your friends on Halloween but what ends up happening is anything but normal.

Word Count: 3,448

Warnings: Smut,rough sex, sex with a demon, dub con (reader consents but is initially wary) use of pet names, Dom/sub vibes,P in V, Oral Sex (female receiving), swearing,blood,gore, violence, Demon Lloyd Hansen (he’s a warning ok)

Thank you to @jessybarnes my Tumblr bestie for the wonderful bingo card,@firefly-graphics for the consent divider and @saradika for the wonderful dividers and reblog dividers.

(Sorry this is WAY after October but I plan to upload more from this bingo board for Do It Up December. Also all mistakes are mine and mine alone google docs can only fix so much lol)

After working you wanted nothing more than to get home, put on your softest pj's and watch something and crash, hard. But your friends had planned a sort of Halloween thing and you were practically forced to go, sighing you sent your friends a text letting them know you wanted to change and grab some snacks before heading over. Putting down your phone you made your way to the bedroom and changed into what you called “lazy” clothes, a simple pair of leggings and a t-shirt. Heading back out you grab the snacks you purchased a few days ago and bagged them before grabbing your phone and purse just in case and locking the door behind you. Walking the short distance to your friends house you had no idea it would be the last time things would ever be the same.

Walking up to your friend's house you frowned seeing no lights on “The hell?” taking out your phone you notice your original message was never opened, banging on the door you sigh “Hey this isn’t funny! Open the damn door! Bunch of morons….” Sighing, you slide your phone into your back pocket and glance around, finding the “special” rock you slide a key out from under it and open the front door. Walking in you glance around “Guys? If you're planning on scaring me I’m going to leave!”

Mumbling to yourself you walk further into the room, frowning you trip over something and stumble falling to the floor “What the hell” Your pants feel wet and your frown increases, moving to stand your hand slips on something. Turning on a nearby lamp a scream slides out of your mouth as you finally take in the scene around you, all your friends are dead laying lifeless and mutilated on the floor. Scrambling to get up all you end up doing is covering yourself in their blood and some vicera, fighting the urge to gag you manage to press into a corner.

Standing shakily you realize you were in a giant pentagram “The fuck happened here?!?!” Suddenly you hear a low chuckle and a voice “Well you see Sunshine you fuck around with things you don’t understand and well shit happens” Eyes wide you turn towards where the voice came from seeing nothing but darkness, swallowing hard you look at your hand seeing it covered in blood. “Aww first time seeing this much blood Sunshine? Good thing you weren’t here for the real fun….it got even messier”

Shaking your head you eye the door and hear someone clicking their tongue “I wouldn’t recommend that Sunshine, would really hate to kill you for something silly” Swallowing you shiver slightly “Well I would rather not stay uh here…pretty sure I’m going to puke” You hear velvety laughing making you shiver again “How about we talk about things somewhere less likely to make you throw up? Because we have a lot to discuss Sunshine” Mutely nodding you close your eyes and feel a hot breeze.

“Go on Sunshine, open those pretty eyes, you're safe for now” Slowly you open your eyes and see your back at your place frowning,you glance around seeing nobody “Uh thanks? Where are you?” More laughter this time much closer, turning quickly you see nobody. “Now the question Sunshine is, do you want to see the real me or the form I use the most?” Swallowing you, think for a second “Can I see your real form?” You can almost feel him smirk as he answers “Sure Sunshine if you think your pretty little head can handle it”

Nodding knowing he will see it you clear your throat before answering slightly annoyed “I wouldn’t have asked if I couldn’t handle it” This time the laugh sounds darker and almost sinister “You always such a spitfire Sunshine? Most of the times when people act like that with me it doesn’t go well, kind of like your friends, but you I don’t mind it. Does that mean I’ll keep liking it? Who knows” Again you can almost feel him at you neck smirking, goosebumps form on your skin as you wait for whatever is going to come next.

Suddenly the air feels charged, almost electric and it makes you want to close your eyes again and huddle into the corner. But you don’t do either, keeping your eyes focused to where you think the voice is coming from you slowly see a figure moving. The darkness manages to keep him well hidden until he steps out, the first thing you notice is the legs. Long and lean but muscular you frown slightly until you see the hooves, your eyes widen and he grins stepping out more. His torso is the same as his legs lean but muscular, thick arms and even larger hands draw your attention.

You’re both fascinated and horrified at the same time, you hear him chuckle drawing your attention back to his face. You would have gasped if you had any air in your lungs, his chest was broad and wide but not comically so. His face is what had you speechless, he was handsome and it made you imagine some sort of greek statue of one of the gods. His short black hair was meticulously groomed along with the mustache, taking another look you realized there were horns on the top of his head.

“Well this has got to be a first Sunshine, normally this is the point where people beg, plead, and offer whatever they have for me to leave and right now you're eyeing me like I’m the last piece of pie” You swallow and notice a tail moving behind him, sitting up you lean to get a better look making him laugh again “All you have to do is ask Sunshine, I don’t bite well not yet at least” He winks at you and you find yourself blushing at it, turning his tail flicks out almost annoyed. Then you notice the wings and you find yourself suddenly up and moving closer to him.

“Well aren’t you just a fascinating person Sunshine, well go on and get a good look if it will sate your curiosity” Licking your lips you are almost touching him, the heat radiating off of him is almost too much and yet not enough, reaching your hand out you gently touch his arm. The skin is soft, softer than it looks and your hands move to touch his horns. They feel just like how horns should, frowning as you move to his wings touching them almost cautiously. “Don’t be getting shy on me now Sunshine”

You nod slightly and gently stroke the wing, you hear him make a noise and you look at him with a blush creeping up on your face. He winks at you and you quickly turn away from him and lightly touch where his tail connects to him, and you swear you hear him groan “Sunshine I get your curious but better what what your touching” Pulling your hand away quickly you find yourself apologizing “Uh sorry….I don’t know how to ask this nicely so I’m just going to ask, what are you?”

He smiles and gently takes your hand kissing the top of it. “Some call me Lloyd, well the ones I like do” You nod “And the ones you don’t like?” He grins and you see the sharp canine teeth “Oh they don’t get to talk Sunshine and trust me when I say you would rather have me like you” You nod knowing he’s right “And for what I am, well I’m a demon. Your little friends were playing with a Ouija board thinking they were having a good time, well they did until they didn’t. See, messing with something like that is already stupid but messing with one and thinking you know what you’re doing well it gets you killed.”

You nod knowing that it was a dumb idea to play with anything that “opened” doors “That explains you but what happened to my friends?” Lloyd grins again “Oh they thought they could control me, guess they figured out real fast that wasn’t happening. And I don’t take too well to being controlled so I killed them” You should feel upset, mad, hell even sad but they got what they deserved. Who in the hell thinks they can control an ACTUAL demon? You look at him suddenly “Uh why haven’t you killed me then?”

Lloyd moves closer to you, almost touching but not quite, you could smell what smelled like a very expensive cologne and it made you want to press closer to him, nuzzle into his neck. Shaking your head slightly you look at him and see his smug smirk “Well you see Sunshine I came here because of you, these idiots happened to just be here.” You look up at him confused “Me? I don’t understand” Again Lloyd moved closer now touching you ever so slightly “Oh Sunshine have you forgotten already?”

“You’ve played with a Ouija board yourself a time or two haven’t you? But unlike these idiots you actually know what you're doing with one, and I have been watching you for such a very long time and I figured it was time to pay you a proper visit. And what a better time than Halloween when the veil is at its most thin, so here I am and here you are.” Suddenly you remember playing on a Ouija board as a little girl having the best time, and then once again as a party trick in college. 

“Ahh she finally remembers! Little did you know you summoned me Sunshine and now that I’m here I have some ideas about what we can do” The last part makes you shiver, your body reacting and you close your eyes to try and collect yourself. “And what are your ideas?” You cringe slightly hearing how breathy your voice sounds, there was no way you were getting turned on by a demon who had literally just murdered your friends. Lloyd laughs this time a full laugh and if it doesn’t make you clench and your pretty sure he knows it “See I knew you would be receptive to this Sunshine”

“And for the record my ideas are exactly what you think they are, I have  been waiting for this moment for years and after the long wait I can’t find myself wanting to be patient any more” You should move away from him but you instead move closer “Stop making me do this!” You feel Lloyds hand move through your hair “Oh Sunshine I’m not doing anything to you … well not yet at least, this is all you for the moment and I suggest just enjoying it. Now let’s take this somewhere more comfortable” You close your eyes and feel a thumb tracing your lips opening your mouth slightly. You take the thumb into your mouth and suck on it gently.

“So eager aren’t you Sunshine, but I need a taste first, it's only fair after such a long time waiting for you” You have no time to react,and suddenly you're thrown onto your bed and staring up at the ceiling and a hand pulling off your pants and panties. You can feel him looking at you and you feel the urge to squirm, your shirt is suddenly off and you're now totally bare. Grinning Lloyd looks you over and licks his lips “Well so far this has been worth the wait Sunshine, now I suggest you stay still wouldn’t want to accidentally hit something. Would hate for you to bleed out or die”

You nod and it seems like an eternity until you feel him touching you, he runs his hands up your legs and you feel one his claws gently tracing a pattern. Moving higher up he spreads your legs open and you let out a soft whimper but he hears it smirking “Well look at this, someone is excited to have a demon defile her, I knew you were worth the wait Sunshine” You feel his mouth suddenly at your core and you tense before you feel the first lick at your folds,almost hesitant as if testing you, gasping you realize his tongue is forked and you have the urge to want to feel it deep inside of you.

“Oh I intend to Sunshine no worries just lay there and behave like a good girl and maybe we can both enjoy this'' Giving you no warning he begins to eat you out like a starving man at a buffet, you try your hardest to no succeed in enjoying it but it's been too long and it feels too good and soon enough you find yourself moaning and grinding into his needy mouth. Lloyd smirks and takes your clit into his mouth sucking hard as his forked tongue licks and laps at every spot it can. You try your hardest to stay and not enjoy this but your body is telling a different story “Mmm Sunshine I can feel you clenching around me”

You blush trying to shake your head but you know he’s right, a low needy whimper slides out of your throat making him chuckle his tongue moving deeper. Your eyes close and you arch again sweat pools on your forehead as you're ravished by his sinful tongue and mouth, his mustache rubs against your walls sends a jolt into your very core. You feel the coil tightening and soon you hear yourself begging him to let you cum “Please….” the word tumbles out of your mouth, shaky and hoarse. One of his clawed hands grip your hips harder, puncturing the skin but you're too far gone to notice or care.

“Oh Sunshine you taste divine and the begging well I’m almost tempted to let you cum just because it was so good, but we have lots of time and I want to explore you fully” Letting his tongue continue to lap at your juices he looks up at you, and you moan seeing his mustache wet with your arousal. Large fat tears roll down your face as all the sensations become too much “Need to cum! Please!” Lloyd looks at you and strokes your cheek smirking “Aww Sunshine is it too much for you? Let me help you” Your gaze moves down to see his thick hard cock nudging your core, your eyes widen and a sliver of panic sets in “That will not fit!” Lloyd laughs and smirks “I appreciate the compliment but it will I’ll make sure of it Sunshine”

You feel him thick and hot pushing harder and you find yourself opening your legs wider for him, your hand moving to your clit rubbing it as you moan loudly “Fuck Sunshine look at you going to make  you mine, well you were already mine this seals the deal” Gripping your hips you feel him slam into you fully taking the breath from your lungs, the stretch brings tears to your eyes but that soon give way to unrivaled pleasure. As he thrusts into you, your eyes close and your hips grind into him pushing him deeper “Oh god, I’m so close!” Leaning down to look at you he smirks but there is another look within his eyes but your too far gone to appreciate it “I’m going to fill you up Sunshine and you’ll never be alone again I swear it”

His thrusts become more and more erratic as he slams into you, your body bouncing as his hand continues to grip your hips, his free hand rubs your clit and you almost scream his name “Can I cum please? Please please please!” Lloyd grunts with each thrust and chuckles “How can I deny you when you ask you pretty Sunshine, go on and coat my cock and I’ll fill you up nice and full. You nod and feel him thrusting faster and harder, his hand rubs your clit faster and the coil inside of you snaps, with a loud moan you shout his name as your orgasm crashes into you. You can vaguely feel him throb and twitch as he buries himself deep, pulling you up he kisses you hard and you can taste yourself in his mouth. He smirks and his voice is low, almost a growl as whispers into your ear “You’re mine Sunshine forever” You feel his claw like nails moving along your skin leaving hot angry scratches behind making you whimper softly.

Lloyd grins and bites down on your lower lip as you hear him growl, his cock jerks hard and he explodes and ropes of his thick seed pump into you. You can feel every bit of it being pumped into you and you find yourself moaning loudly, black spots fill your vision as you finally accept this. Wrapping your legs around him, he smirks and holds you close to him as he continues to thrust and fill you. Your eyes drift close and you hear him laugh “Aww wore you out Sunshine? Get some sleep I’ll make sure you're nice and full” You sag into him feeling him continuing to pound into you.

Waking after what seems like hours, you feel someone stroking your hair.. Groaning softly you press into a warm body and your eyes shoot open and you glance around trying to get your bearings, hearing a soft chuckle you look at the man stroking your hair “About time you woke up Sunshine, I thought maybe I had actually broken you” You glance at him and talk but your voice is raspy and hoarse from moaning “Lloyd?” He smirks and nods “The one and only Sunshine, and now you’ve seen both my forms. This one is less fun but also less likely to have a mob on my hands” Looking him over he looked almost the same, minus the horns,tail and cloven hooves you almost liked this form better.

“I’m wounded Sunshine and here I thought you loved my horns and tail, now shall we discuss things?” You nod slowly, your body feels like a semi ran over it then backed over it about a hundred times “Alright uh what things are we discussing?” Lloyd smirks and you catch the faintest glimpse of fang “Your marriage arrangement to myself of course” Your eyes widen and you're suddenly very much awake “My whatnow?!” Laughing Lloyd looks at you and the room feels suddenly smaller and darker a chill moving through your body “Aww Sunshine you’re breaking my demonic heart here, see little did you know that when you played with those Ouija boards you had actually made a vow to me that one day you would be mine, and well here we are.”

You look at him shocked. “What?” Lloyd strokes your cheek and smiles “See should have been paying better attention Sunshine, see when you were graciously giving me orgasm after orgasm I was reciting what comes down to a marriage pact and when you were moaning my name and calling me god that is what sealed the literal deal. Don’t deny that you wanted this Sunshine, some darker part of you did, your life was nothing and at least now you have me. Besides, the only way out of this is if I break the contract but we both know we don’t want that.” You stare at him before realizing his words are true, you did want this well not this exactly but you wanted more.

“So what happens now?” Lloyd grins and places a kiss on your bare shoulder trailing a long jagged scratch with a smirk. “Well Sunshine I stay here with you, and after 3 months when the wedding happens you get to come with me forever” You swallow hard and he kisses your cheek whispering softly “I can feel your tension from here Sunshine but you’ll fit into your role, I have no doubt about that. Now you relax and let me take care of you” You nod slowly letting everything sink in, realizing that things were definitely different … and you hoped that you could handle it.

#chris evans #chris evans character x reader #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans characters #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x fic #demon lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #smuttober #this is so late I'm so sorry

[kisses4suna]

hello! i love your works so much, they are very comforting. i was wondering if i could request something where reader feels really self conscious about how she dresses in public and when she steps out of her comfort zone and atsumu comforts her?

comforting you ! #

☆ featuring. atsumu x fem!reader

a/n. i loveeee this ideaaa, thank u for the request !! im sorry if this seems so rushed im just in a hurry todayyy :((

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before you and atsumu started dating, or even started talking at all, you already noticed the way he flirted with girls- the way he had a type. the clothes they’d wear, the hair they’d style, and you’d notice him talking to them more.

you’ve been dating for a while now, but you can’t help but overthink a little then and now, why’d he even ask to be your boyfriend? out of everyone why would he choose you, there’s nothing special about you. was what you thought, but atsumu always begs to differ.

‘he could have anyone he wants. so why me?’ you always thought. being with atsumu makes you happy- but being with him made everything harder for you.

the more you spent time with him at school, the more glares you’d get from his fans. there’d be times where you walk through the halls of inarizaki and all you’d hear would be “he could do so much better”, “he’s out of her league”, “how’d she pull him?!”; and the more you heard the more insecurities piled up.

atsumu heard all this, he saw how stressed you were. “hey c’mon, don’t listen to them!! i have an idea, why don’t we have a date somewhere, yeah? to calm your nerves” he asks, bending down to your height to whisper to your ear, you looked him in the eye nodding.

he texted you where you’d be going, saying that you can wear some casual clothing there even though the restaurant is a bit fancy.

at first you listened, wearing nothing but jeans and a white tube top with a plaid flannel jacket, but while just staring into the mirror, you couldn’t help but just think of everything everyone has said, “he’s too good for her”, “she’s not even that pretty”, “how’d she pull him looking like that.”

you couldn’t get their words out of your head, all you could think about were the bad thoughts. he deserves better. you think. so you looked through your closet. atsumu was always so patient with you, and so caring, whenever you felt insecure, he’d comfort you, whenever you began overthinking too much, he’d reassure you. you never wanted to be one of those girls who change themselves to seek validation but you felt horrible, like you owed it to atsumu.

you finally found a white mini skirt, pairing it with a white lace top. you changed up your hair, brushing it and adding some more makeup than you usually put on. better. you thought. you were always cautious of what you wore in public, but you wanted to try something new. if not for you, then for him. he texted you that he was waiting outside, so grabbing your purse, you looked at the mirror one last time before you gulped, feeling way out of your comfort zone with your clothes.

you headed outside your door, it was so cold but if this is what made you look like the girls that are all over ‘tsumu, then hell you’d wear it no matter what. “hey pretty, aren’t ya cold?, here take my jacket.” he says, removing his and putting it on you. he opens your door and places his hand above the car roof, making sure you don’t hit your head on the way in. he opens his door, getting into the car, “hey, i like your outfit, you look so gorgeous baby” he says, turning to plant a kiss on your cheek, “thanks ‘tsumu”, you say with a small smile on your face.

“you alright though? this isn’t what ya usually wear, i thought i said casual wearing”, he says looking at you curiously, your eyes widen a little and quickly, he fixes what he said, “i mean- don’t get me wrong ya look so cute! it’s just- i mean aren’t ya cold?! i don’t want ya to get sick-“ he says worryingly, “i’m fine ‘tsumu, thanks though! i jus’ wanted to dress up for you a bit i guess..”, you say looking down, slightly embarrassed.

he sighs, “y/n what’s wrong? is somethin’ up? i could tell when somethin’s wrong, you can tell me if ya want!” he says gently, cupping your cheeks. “it’s just- i don’t know! i mean, i just feel bad.. y’know?” you say, sighing a little while frowning, “what’dya mean ya feel bad ?” he asks.

“‘tsumu, you could have anyone you want, why would you wanna be with me ? i’m not even half as pretty as the girls who confess to you! i mean i’m nothing special!”, you say, small tears in your eyes, you push his hand off your cheek and turn your head towards the window, avoiding him.

he doesn’t take his eyes off you, he brings his hand to take yours, intertwining his fingers with yours and locking your palms together, “i don’t think ya understand how much i love ya y/n, i don’t care about anyone else i only want ya. yer’ nothing like those girls, you are special. yer’ like ten times prettier than those pigs!! and yer’ perfect, i don’t care what ya wear! as long as your comfortable. and ya look beautiful y/n.” he says, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles. “‘m sorry ‘tsumu..” you say, turning your head towards him. he frowns at the small tear leaking from your eye, he drags his other hand across your face, wiping the tear. “don’t be.. now let’s go on our date, but i mean it y/n, ya really are special to me, and ya’ look real beautiful tonight”, he says, pulling you in for a kiss. you give him a smile, feeling better about what you’re wearing.

#kisses4suna #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #atsumu fluff #atsumu #atsumu scenarios #atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu fluff #haikyuu miya atsumu #asks and replies #luv asks - 💌

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i do not consider GooH canon at all but i do have like. a fairly in-depth rewrite of it. because of course i do. i like to rewrite the stuff that i will never consider canon just for fun😭 and i’m bored rn so i’m gonna talk about it lol

essentially cutting out the stuff with the historical figures and focusing more on the past. dex is there and actually does something instead of just being a husk; he and johnny (along with dane and kinzie) have to work together to save anteros. part of this comes from the fact that it really feels like they almost wanted dex to have a larger role (i mean they tracked down is original voice actor and everything like). so dex and johnny get to have their long-awaited confrontation, but they gotta put it aside to work together to save someone they ultimately both really care about.

so like i said, instead of the historical figures, the people that help out are actually the husks mentioned in-game: dex, luz, tobias, and—instead of troy—josh birk. because josh birk is not seeing heaven. plus it’s funnier if he’s there bc he really thought he’d get in :/ after he’s done being dramatic he’s like yeah ok i’ll help (surely this is a good enough deed right) and the dewynter sisters help out as well btw. ofc.

the story beats are largely the same with them doing stuff to get satan’s attention. dex and dane pretty much stay at the ultor HQ and work from their base while kinzie and johnny go out and do the dirty work with the help of the three above. tobias, luz, and josh (and i suppose dex and dane and the sisters) are less like. ostracized. like the historical figures were and were more so just large enough figures related to the saints that they’ve kinda just gotten their own special places in hell. which sounds bad but i assure you i genuinely love them. the game implies to me with several lines (and maybe it’s outright stated somewhere and i just Forgot) but i think the saints in the game’s bizarre later canon were large enough forces that they just kinda Got their own special section in hell for them and several of their acquaintances.

ANYWAY. meanwhile anteros is initially like 🤔 at the prospect of marrying satan’s daughter bc in his head he’s imagining big tiddy demon lady but then sees she’s just. um. her. and he’s like umm teehee no thanks! *gets crystallized or whatever happened to the boss in that game*

i just like situations where i can put characters who have never interacted before in a scenario where they do have to talk and work together. but yeah. ok i’m done. can you tell i’m having a slow day today

#again to be clear this is NOT CANON to me at all. never will be. just a funny scenario to me #btw troy is drinking a beer sitting in a lawn chair in heaven #my art tag #saints row

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Setting Up Audre 5.1

Today we return to PI Strip, a renamed public community lot located at 10 Pleasant Boulevard in @one-plumbob​’s world Pleasant Island, which is called Audre in my save. 

Last week, I shared images of the entrance and first floor of Audre’s African Art Gallery, and today we venture up the spiral stairs to view the two room second floor, where the art is showcased.

So a little story about the stairs before going up. 

Those are a custom item I got somewhere off the net, while desperately seeking build variety. I’ve never used them before because the style is rather limited. They look very 80s Barbie doll wedding, and don’t at all fit the modern style of this gallery. Still, I really wanted to use this, and plopped them down before I did anything else in this shop, before, in fact, I even knew what the place would be.

As I was renovating I thought, maybe the owner of the gallery recently purchased or rented the space, and it hasn’t really had much attention since the building was originally built. Maybe the owner of the gallery is just starting out or relocating to the town and can’t yet afford full renovation. Even better, the gallery is publicly funded and most of the funds go to just keeping the place open.

Whatever I go with, I’m keeping the stairs because I’m stubborn, lol.

Anywho, on the second floor I used some half walls (which might also be custom) to make a little stairwell, through which you can already see the pictures hung up on the walls. 

As a quick aside, AAAG specializes in photos and paintings. Unless I decide to use sculpting in this game to actually sculpt, which I highly doubt, what’s sold here probably wont change. 

If you take another look at the picture of the exterior, the second floor has a bunch of windows which limit wall space, and could cause damage to the featured paintings. To remedy this, I placed two and three tile walls, one tile in front of, or partway in front of, the windows, and then I tried to block the spaces off using plants. I’m hoping this will prevent sims from trying to route around the walls instead of using the open more navigable space.

I know we all know how TS3 is (and TS4 definitely has this game beat in that regard). If it’s hard to get there every sim in town wants to be there. Still, I am hopping they walk up, not do the toe tap and complain because I’ve got a mod to prevent that, see they can’t get there, and go around.

I may find that this was the biggest mistake ever, as I’ve also placed one tile walls in the next room to hang more art.  

I’m pretty sure I mentioned in last weeks post, that I didn’t have room for a lot of seating in the sales room (yup that’s what I’m calling it now), so I’ve placed two couches around the stairwell, along with a little coffee table. That way I can make and place coffee up here, and make it look like the gallery owner is chatting up potential artists or sponsors.

From the entrance way to the second room, you can see the one tile walls I mentioned before. There’s a bit more space in this room, as it’s the space above the in progress housewares store. I’m hoping that means this won’t become the portal to lag hell, but I won’t really know until I can get multiple sims in here at once.

I guess that if all else fails, I can at least place invisible fences where the walls are blocking the windows, and maybe do the one tiles if that still doesn’t help.

I should say, I have downloaded lots of black art (I also tend to download Indigenous and or non-black POC art that doesn’t give me racist fetish vibes), and “the lighting is dark enough that this person in this image could be black” (lol) art. All custom, of course, as diverse representation is scant in the game.

Because I have so much, I was able to fill out my gallery with a number of different images in different sizes and styles, and use a lot of cc I’ve yet to be able to incorporate into my residential homes.

I forgot to note, (or... if I’m repeating myself, forgive me), that the gallery is dark despite the lights, and it clearly being day outside, because I have a mod that fixes auto light mode so that the lights are only on in rooms where sims are, and not on during the day in rooms with windows.

All those walls make for wonderful places to hang up pictures, but they make it even darker inside unless I manually cut on the lights, and I forgot to when I took these.

Well that’s it for this shop.

So next week I’ll share game shots of the last lot I completely renovated in this world. I am working on the housewares store, but I haven’t been able to go into my game as often as usual, as I’m putting a lot of work into battling agoraphobia and finding my own place. It’s slow, and tiring (because also autistic burn out) but I’ve been making a lot of progress.

#TS3 #Audre #TS3gameSetup #ts3gameplay #ts3 gameplay #TheSims3 #TheSims #@one-plumbob #one-plumbob #Pleasant Isle

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Aw thank you so much for sending this 😘

1. Old Habits Die Hard 

Pairing: Javier Peña x Horacio Carrillo (Narcos)

Oh boy, where to start with this ever-growing beast (that I’m pretty sure ticks all of these)? 😂 It feels like it’s been 84 years since I first started it way back in February 2021, but I promise we are getting near the end now! Copious amounts of blood, sweat, tears and love for these messy idiots have been poured into this, and it’s been such a massive learning curve which has challenged me in SO many ways. I also didn’t expect more than about two people to be interested in it, so when I think back on all the wonderful comments I’ve received, it kind of blows my mind.

I still don’t really know how I fell so hard for this ship, it wasn’t supposed to happen! Initially, I only wanted to cover the events of Explosivos because it’s such an interesting episode for their canon relationship never mind anything else, as it shows Javi’s unwavering loyalty to Carrillo taking full effect when he shifts from passive to active participant (the disagreement they have over Gacha is so raw and they both seem genuinely hurt by each other’s words…it’s one of my favourite scenes in the whole show), but soon decided I had to fix everything and it sort of morphed into an emotional slow burn?? I don’t even know and it certainly wasn’t supposed to get this ambitious or take up so much of my time. But their dynamic seems to really suit my writing style and the more I wrote for them the harder I fell and the more they became my comfort ship, so here we are in the depths of rarepair hell lol.

2. Secret Santa 

Pairing: Javier Peña x Steve Murphy (Narcos)

I think this one will always hold a special place in my heart because it was the first fic I shared ❤️ A lot fluffier than some of my more recent writing, but it was Christmas and I still love the gifts I chose for them to give to each other. They feel very them.

3. All In

Pairing:  Steve Murphy x Javier Peña x Horacio Carrillo (Narcos)

Tbh I have no excuses for this utter smut fest that somehow also doubled up as a character study 😂 Do you ever re-read some of your older fics and can’t quite get your head around the fact it was you who wrote them? Because this is definitely one of those lolol. 

I’ve always been obsessed with the dynamics between these three, as there are so many fascinating layers going on. I’m never getting over the intimacy and trust portrayed between Javi and Carrillo, to the exclusion of Steve (and the viewer, seen as we see everything from Steve’s POV and we aren’t privy to Javi’s and Carrillo’s history either, but it’s blatantly there). Then on top of that you’ve got Javi being (over)protective of Steve, Carrillo being wary of Steve, Steve wanting to impress and be included by Carrillo and Javi but also not being afraid to sometimes push back against Carrillo...unlike Javi who is wrapped around his little finger. Honestly, they provide so much fic material.

4. Healing Hands

Pairing: Horacio Carrillo x Female Reader (Narcos)

Well, this originally started out as a ridiculously self-indulgent one-shot written in one sitting after I pulled my neck and could barely move. For some reason, I couldn’t get the thought of a certain grumpy Colonel’s hands out of my head and a massage seemed like an obvious use for them 😉 But then I got encouraging comments hoping for a sequel and it ended up being three parts of utter self-indulgence (and more feelings and character study than I had originally intended) and I have no regrets lol.

5. In Another Life

Pairing: Esteban x Female Reader (There Is a New World Somewhere)

As my only non-Narcos fic so far, I thought I’d include this for a bit of variety lol. This stemmed from one of the Maurice Monday group chats last Christmas, when apparently I was feeling all melancholic about the festive season and who better to scratch that bittersweet itch with than Esteban? That film messes me up every time I watch it 😭 So I transported him and reader to a log cabin in the snow for some angsty smut...although actually, there’s not that much smut and it’s mostly just lots of feelings and wistful yearning. It’s interesting to compare this Christmas fic to the previous year’s fluff fest...I guess I decided to embrace the pain in my writing over the course of a year?! 😂

#Fic author self rec #Narcos fic #Narcos #Javier Peña #Horacio Carrillo #Carrillo #Steve Murphy #There is a New World Somewhere #Esteban #Pedro Pascal #Maurice Compte #Boyd Holbrook #Asks #Ask #Replies

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Pleasantfiesta - Round 1 Part 9: Pleasant (2/2)

Marie-Sue and Daniel didn’t notice Lilith’s sneaking out whatsoever. Honestly they might not even have noticed her when she came home from the mall. They got up before dawn for some good ol’ arguing over trifles, then it was Marie-Sue’s turn to enjoy a day off while Daniel and the girls were off.

Daniel’s day at work was not good at all. In short, the owner of his team asked him to arrange for a piano to be moved, Daniel asked his rookies to do it instead of paying professionals, the piano was dropped down a staircase, people were hurt, the piano was destroyed.

Daniel was fired.

Marie-Sue immediately came to berate him and they fell out of love, which caused him to go into aspiration failure.

Marie-Sue didn’t have a single comforting word for her husband.

After Daniel recovered his spirits, he dragged himself to the couch to take a break and watch some TV after his rough day. This made Marie-Sue furious.

“You just got yourself fired and now you’re just gonna sit on your ass and do nothing?”

“What am I supposed to do exactly, go to my boss’s house, fall on my knees and plead for my job?”

“Sure, that would be something at least! Or if you had any self-respect maybe it would occur to you to pick up the phone and reach out to get hired somewhere else!”

“Will you let me catch a breath? I can do that tomorrow, all my job prospects are not gonna disappear over night.”

“How can you be so flippant about this! If I were you I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I fixed this or found a position somewhere. What are you even gonna tell the girls?”

“That I was fired. What else should I tell them?”

“And that’s it? You don’t care about the stress you’re putting your family under?”

“Marie-Sue, I just need to regroup right now, it doesn’t mean that I don’t care.”

“Whatever. I don’t know what I was expecting.”

“What do you mean by that exactly?”

“Nothing. Just do what you think is best. This is your problem after all.”

Marie-Sue went to the kitchen to cook dinner and that was the end of the discussion.

Lilith and Angela came back from school with some friends, blissfully unaware of their father’s dismissal.

Angela asked if Dustin could stay for dinner and Marie-Sue said yes. Lilith never had dinner with them anymore, so he could take her place. Needless to say, Daniel was pretty pissed that he wasn’t consulted on this.

Marie-Sue’s cold stares weren’t enough to enjoin him to chill, and he did not contain his hatred towards his daughter’s boyfriend.

When he threw his drink onto Dustin’s face, Marie-Sue had enough.

“Daniel what the hell is wrong with you?! Will you stop behaving like a child?”

“Why is this thug even in my house, worse, at my table? You know how much of a bad influence he is on Angela, so why are you encouraging their relationship?”

“You know about the Brokes’ situation, you should be ashamed of yourself for looking down on Dustin. He’s doing what he can to support his family, unlike some people who would rather do nothing all day and let their family support them!”

“Oh come on!”

“Angela, do you know what happened to your father today? He got fired! And if that was not pathetic enough, his response was to sit in front of the TV and wallow in self-pity.”

“Oh wow Marie-Sue. I don’t know if you agreed to Dustin having dinner with us specially so you could humiliate me in front of him, but that’s a really low blow.”

“You brought it on yourself! I don’t need to do anything for you to look pitiful Daniel, you’re doing a great job of that on your own. You know what, I’m done with you. I’m leaving you. I don’t want to see you again, just pack your bags and leave this house. I don’t care where you go, just leave. E-mail me an address so I can send you the divorce papers. Other than that, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

Daniel and Angela were devastated. Marie-Sue asked Dustin to leave and went to the bathroom to cry privately.

Daniel left that same evening. He didn’t say goodbye to Lilith, who was sleeping in her bedroom. She woke up later and learned what had happened from the short explanation her mother deigned to give her right before she went to get ready for bed.

Lilith was heartbroken. Not only because her parents were getting a divorce but mainly because her dad didn’t even knock on her door to say goodbye to her before he left.

“I thought he at least cared about me a little bit. I guess not.”

She didn’t even take the time to put shoes on, she just ran off without thinking. All she wanted was to get away from this house where she wasn’t welcome. “There’s nothing for me here anyway.”

Marie-Sue was still very much awake. She heard Lilith crying and the door banging shut. She rushed outside but it was too late.

She immediately called the police to report her daughter missing.

Luckily, Lilith couldn’t run very far and the police were able to find her and bring her back home in a couple hours.

On the next day, Marie-Sue called her parents to inform them of the recent events.

It was decided that Lilith would go live with them for the foreseeable future. “At least until the divorce is settled and everyone is less on edge,” said Marie-Sue. Coral and Herb were sympathetic and agreed that taking Lilith for a bit would be a good idea.

Lilith herself wasn’t really given a choice, but she certainly didn’t mind getting away from her mother and her sister.

From there, the atmosphere at the “Pleasant” house (though Marie-Sue now called herself “Oldie” again) became much less tense. Marie-Sue and Angela had always had very compatible characters and living alongside each other was pretty much effortless.

Angela was naturally driven to make her parents and teachers proud, and she genuinely felt that following her mother’s strict guidance was the surest way to success. Marie-Sue was confident that she knew what was best for her daughters and she was pleased to find such a faithful disciple in Angela. Neither of them could understand why Lilith refused to adopt the views on life that they both held as common sense.

Marie-Sue let Angela know that their financial situation wasn’t looking very good now that they couldn’t rely on Daniel’s income. They had to make a few changes.

The first thing they did was to let Kaylynn go. Less people in the house meant less mess to clean up anyway.

Then Angela found a part-time job at the local primary school.

Marie-Sue’s determination to get that next promotion was stronger than ever, but she also took up pottery as a hobby and side hustle. She was able to buy a pottery wheel after selling Daniel’s workout machine, which she didn’t want in her home anyway.

She had learned the art of pottery-making in her youth, before she met Daniel, and reconnecting with her artistic side brought her a lot of joy. Being able to sell her creations for some extra income was the icing on top.

On the weekend, mother and daughter took a little break from their busy week by going out to the mall together. 

Marie-Sue was proud of Angela’s exemplary behavior in this difficult time and wanted to reward her by allowing her to get the MP3 player she’d been wanting.

Marie-Sue ran into her colleague Komei and they struck up a conversation.

She definitely had a bit of a crush on Komei. She had never considered acting on it while she was married, but now that she was free, her perspective was changing. She had told Komei about the divorce at work already, and she could have sworn that there had been a change in his attitude towards her since then. He seemed even more warm and friendly with her than usual, which was all the more striking that he was more on the grouchy side with everyone else.

(I swear to god, Don is always hanging out on this lot when I’m not playing him.)

Romance was in the air on that day.

Angela noticed that her Marie-Sue and Komei seemed particularly close and she was a little shocked.

She suddenly realized that her mom might find a partner after Daniel, Komei or someone else. She was a bit apprehensive about it but didn’t dare broach the topic with Marie-Sue after they went back home.

And that’s where Marie-Sue and Angela’s round ended.

Marie-Sue tends to do well in times of crisis, which is also when her quick thinking and decisiveness shine the most. But when the adrenaline wears off, she might have to reckon with her part of responsibility in the failure of her marriage and the unhappiness of her more rebellious daughter. And only time will tell what long-term effects the family’s disintegration will have on Angela.

Anyway, here’s Daniel. 

Don’t worry dear, I’m not gonna let you rot in the family bin much longer. We’ll get back to you soon.

#sims 2 #pleasantfiesta #pleasantview

[thehylianbatman]

I’m betting David Tennant returning to Doctor Who is gonna be the Metacrisis Doctor.

Think about it. For Thirteen to de-regenerate or degenerate or whatever people are saying is gonna happen into Tennant, go and pick up Donna and Wilf from somewhere, magically fix Donna’s memories, and then run around with them for just a little while before regenerating properly and returning everything to the status quo, narratively, to me, makes no sense whatsoever.

Is it possible? Sure, absolutely. Do I think that’s what’s gonna happen? No.

First off, think about where the Metacrisis Doctor was left. He was left in a parallel world where Donna never traveled with him because the Doctor in that universe died. This means that Donna’s memories are fine and she can see the Doctor without any trouble or fear or anything.

Metacrisis Ten has all of Ten’s memories and knows Donna already, so she’s already important to him. Ten only gave up Donna because he had to, but Metacrisis Ten doesn’t have to, so why would he?

I can’t believe that Ten, locked in a parallel world that has his friend in it, would do anything different. I absolutely believe that, after he gets locked in there with Rose and her family, he goes and gets Donna, too. And I’d bet that Billie was at least approached about being in the special, and she might even be in it as a surprise.

Maybe she holds down the fort with the kid that she and Metacrisis inevitably had while Metacrisis goes adventuring with Donna and Wilf. Or maybe she’s a leader or something. Or maybe she just sat this adventure out. Who knows?

And we know that Earth-bound adventures are possible, look at “The Eleventh Hour” or almost anything from between 1970 and 1974.

Second, look at that costume. That’s not Ten’s costume. Not even close. That’s a horrific bastardization of Ten’s costume. Surely whoever’s on costumes for this series of episodes knows better than to so dramatically alter a classic Doctor’s classic look? Ten’s suit is iconic, people have gotten married in replicas of that suit, people have based entire businesses around making replicas of that suit. There’s no way anyone would reasonably go for such a big change in costume for Ten, especially if they’re going to all the trouble to bring Ten back in the first place.

It’s not Ten’s costume because it’s not supposed to be Ten’s costume.

The suit that we last saw the Metacrisis Doctor in was blue. The greatcoat we’ve seen is blue. It’s a stretch, but that could be a connection in color.

That’s a bit more of a conspiracy theory, I know, but the costume we’ve seen in the leaked photos seems to be an inverse of Ten’s normal costume colors.

Because the man wearing it is an inverse of Ten. The Metacrisis Doctor.

Thirdly, think about who’s writing this. It’s Russell T. Davies, the man who loves to go back to characters and dig up old stories to continue or finish them. The Metacrisis Doctor is a pretty major character that hasn’t been touched since 2008, I believe. Surely Russell would want to pick up where he left off and tell the new, fun tales of that Doctor.

Hell, knowing Russell, it might well be a lead-up for a spin-off. The DoctorDonna Show or something like that.

Fourthly, as near or far as I can tell, the timing doesn’t quite add up. Thirteen regenerates in the Centenary Special in October 2022, and Tennant re-appears in the 60th Anniversary Special in November 2023, if I’m reading everything right. That’s an awful long time to wait for Doctor Who. We’ve waited that long before (and hated every bloody second of it), but I feel like there’s more Doctor Who to come between then. More that explains what’s going on.

So I don’t know. I have not been following any of the news closely, so any one or multiple of my facts presented here could be wrong. But I knew David Tennant and Catherine Tate were returning, and I remembered what happened to Donna and I saw David’s costume, and I just did some thinking and I said “I bet it’s the Metacrisis Doctor”.

Please be kind to me.

#Doctor Who #Tenth Doctor #Thirteenth Doctor #Donna Noble #Wilfred Mott #Rose Tyler #David Tennant #Catherine Tate #I feel like this is the first original Doctor Who post I've made in a long time #I've been tuned out of the show since 2016 really #I watched Capaldi's last series and Jodie's first on binge when I got home to watch them because I was away at college #Then I watched the first episode of Series 12 and haven't had cable since #So I've missed a lot #I might start watching it now just to get caught up because I love this show #But I've kinda converted to Classic Who anyways and those aren't airing new episodes so #I view it as kinda secondary to completing the DVD collection and such y'know #Getting the books and expanding into the history of the programme #Rather than keeping up with the new #But if I don't keep up with the new then it becomes the history #And then I have more history to get into and it never ends and ugh it's a mess #Anyways I really like Doctor Who and I wonder what's gonna happen next