#literally the tone switch is HILARIOUS

[essektheylyss]

I just remembered Ludinus telling Caleb outright that Trent "has his uses", and with regard to the Scourger program, which Trent himself designed and pitched, "desperate requirements might call for unsavory methods."

And given that we know now that Ludinus has been singlemindedly focused on the current goals of the Ruby Vanguard for a lot longer than the program would've been in existence, I'm just imagining a timeline in which Caleb and Beau had not gotten the program shuttered in 836 PD, and that entire force of highly-conditioned, high level arcane assassins was simply at Ludinus's disposal.

#critical role #ludinus da'leth #caleb widogast #also for the record. in case ANYONE was liable to forget. 97 is truly an insane episode. #I forgot that that SUPER TENSE conversation with ludinus flows IMMEDIATELY into jester cornering 'dezran' at the hors d'oeurves table #literally the tone switch is HILARIOUS

[hees-mine]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐲! - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 ⚥ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut, masturbation, lube and sex toys, cursing.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 🐣 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

You were sitting on your bed mindlessly scrolling until you got a notification that your one and only all time favorite camboy was live.

Ethan mentioned you.

With excitement, you quickly tap the notification, opening the streaming app, and watching the live.

“Hello, everyone,” Ethan waved to his viewers. “Wow, there’s already so many of you,” he chuckles at the number of live audience that was attending his stream. “I’m nervous. There’s so many people here.”

You smile at his shy demeanor, one that is a stark contrast to when he was putting on a show for all his dedicated viewers.

“So, as you all know, last week I opened a P.O. Box so you could send me gifts, and I’m so excited yet nervous to see what you all got me.” he blushed, knowing that some of the gifts were probably far from innocent considering his profession. “There’s so much, and it’s only been a week.”

Your heart rate picked up at the mention of gifts cause you had sent him something, and you were so hoping he’d use it for you on stream.

As the live continued on, he opened package after package. Some were chocolates, others confession notes along with their numbers, which you thought was hilarious, and of course, he got the occasional lingerie or sex toy. “Thanks for all the gifts!” He says excitedly. “I loved them all so much, and I appreciate every single last one of you.” you frown cause he didn’t open the package you sent him. You spent a decent amount of money on it, too, but maybe he’d open it next stream, but that was wishful thinking.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he laughs. “I saved this one for last cause it’s the biggest.” he holds the big box up to the screen, showing the camera. “I wonder what it could be. This one is from y/n.” he shakes the box, keeping your last name a secret just in case some weirdo tried to get your address and information. “I like that name.” Smiling softly, he opens the box, and your heart is literally going to explode because not only did he say your name, he was about to open your gift, and he actually noticed you. “Oh wow,” he laughs airily. “Y/n, if you’re watching this, you’re very, very naughty.” he looks into the lens, smirking, and you think you’re about to die cause your poor heart can’t take much more you were literally still processing the fact that he said your name. “Look what she bought me, guys” he shows the camera the suctioning masturbator toy you sent him. “You,” he clicks his tongue, and he’s more than amused cause out of all the toys he received, this was by far the most enticing to him. “Must really want me to feel good,” he finishes, looking at all the different functions of the toy.

Your face heats up from his words, and that alone has you rubbing your thighs together.

“What do you say, guys? Should we end it here now that all the gifts are open, or should I use it?” The amount of comments flooding in telling him to use it made him chuckle with amusement. “You all must really want it yeah?” His tone switches to a much different one than his usual bubbly online personality.

“Please,” you whimper in your quiet bedroom, desperately hoping he’d use it even though you didn’t know if your poor heart could take it.

“Yes, please.”

You type out knowing he won’t see it, but you still do it anyway, and he doesn’t see it not until he notices the comments replying to you and mentioning how happy they are that you bought him the gift cause thanks to you, they were going to get a really good show tonight.

You respond to them, giggling and blushing shyly from all the sudden attention.

“Well, y/n, my viewers seem to be even more appreciative of the gift than me,” he laughs, still looking at the countless comments coming in of fans wishing they were you and saying how they wished they had of thought of buying it for him instead. “Okay, guys, what about me?” He whines and pouts at the camera cause you had taken over his stream in the comments.

“Sorry, Ethan, but I want y/n now,” he reads one of the comments out loud. “What if I already want her?” He quirks a brow, playing into the banter. Meanwhile, you’re hyperventilating cause he’s really noticing you.

“Then I’ll fight you for her,” he reads their response after keeping an eye out for their username.

“Then let’s settle it, y/n. Who do you want, me or (Ethan’s number one fan)?” he waits for a reply from you, trying to keep up with all the incoming comments.

Cause this was all a joke anyways, you just decided to tease him. Obviously, if it came down to it, you’d pick him, but this was all harmless fun. “I’ll take (Ethan’s number one fan),” you reply with a giggle.

“Wow, y/n,” Ethan gasped, pretending to be offended and clutching his heart. “Well, guys, I’m ending the stream. y/n broke my heart, and I’m throwing her gift away,” he says dramatically, and the comments flood with laughing and crying emojis. “But y/n, I am really sad,” he pouts, putting on his streaming persona once again. “By the end of this stream, I’ll make you want me instead.”

Your laughter dies down when he says that, and all of the sudden, you feel arousal pooling in your stomach from his deep voice.

He quickly opens your package, grabbing the toy, and setting it on his desk while he rolls his chair back to stand up and give the camera a view of his clad bulge. “I’ll make you regret choosing them over me.” he wasn’t even aware when his stream had started taking this direction, but since his viewers were playing into it, he did, too. “Ethan’s jealous,” he reads another comment out loud. “Of course I’m jealous” he palms over his cock softly moaning at the contact. “Wouldn’t you be if someone bought you gifts and then left you for someone else?”

At this point, you don’t even know what’s going on. You can’t tell if he’s serious or if he’s just seriously good at entertaining his viewers, but you just decided to enjoy the show, not putting much thought into it.

He pulls the waistband of his sweats down, showing the prominent bulge in his underwear. “You like what you see?” He says, looking into the camera, cupping his clothed balls as he turns a bit to show the precum wetting the front of his boxers.

The donations were already coming in since the start, but now they were flooding in one right after the other. “You all must be feeling a little needy tonight. So many donations and I haven’t even shown you my cock yet,” he teased, which prompted even more donations to come in. “Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t. I mean, I already made double my goal,” he continues to tease, and within seconds, he surpasses his goal by three times more. “Yeah, you’re all really desperate for me tonight.” he hooks his thumb into his waistband, stretching the elastic and letting it snap against his waist as he whimpers from the pleasuring sting. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave until every single last one of you are satisfied” he drops his boxers around his ankles, his pearly tip gleaming in the light as his cock stands tall.

You lick your lips, gulping harshly as your eyes trail over every vein, every pulse and twitch of his cock. It looks so pretty you want him in your mouth so bad you wish you could just drop down to your knees for him as he feeds you inch after inch of his long thick cock.

“You regretting your choice yet y/n?” He says playfully, swaying his hips as you watch his length swinging back and forth.

Too wrapped up in his beauty, you don’t even reply as you slip a hand in your underwear to quell the pulsing of your pussy.

Grabbing the lube you sent him along with the toy, he can’t help but smile mischievously. “My oh my strawberry?” He chuckles, popping off the cap. “What are we gonna do with you y/n?” There’s a double meaning behind his words as he slathers his cock in the flavored lube you bought for him and he can’t help but go lower to fondle his balls. “So good.” he lets his head fall back, eyes closing tightly as he puffs out a breath at the pleasuring sensation of the lube coating his sensitive tip, and he makes a mental note to buy this lube the next time he runs out cause it felt so smooth and creamy soft on his girth and he thinks you really took your time and did your research.

He looks back at the screen, looking through some comments while he bites on his lower lip and tugs at his thick base. “Stop teasing,” he smiles while reading the comment. “But I’m having so much fun,” he laughs as more of the same comments come in. “Fine, fine.” he sits back down on his chair, the camera angle giving his viewers a perfect look between his toned legs. “Sweet,” he hums, sucking each one of his thick fingers clean of the strawberry-flavored lube, and he’s definitely gonna have to buy more of that sooner than later.

“Ethan,” moaning his name, you gather your wetness on your fingers, playing with your pussy lips as you watch him sucking his fingers, wishing he was sucking on your clit instead.

“Time for what we’ve all been waiting for.” he looks into the camera, eyes clouded over with a small smirk on his face. “Ready y/n?” He says teasingly, and you feel more than just a tingle between your thighs as more wetness helplessly seeps from your hole. “Guess she’s too busy to respond,” he winks at the camera, and you can’t help but feel shy because he’s right. You were too busy fingering yourself to reply.

You have to take a deep breath or two because you’ve never felt so worked up before. The fact he was actually using what you bought him just made it all the better, too.

He holds his length at the base guiding his dripping tip to the hole and sinking the toy down on his cock with a sharp hiss. “Hmm fuck” his jaw falls slack as he bottoms out. He knew it’d feel good, but not this good. “Mhm,” he whimpers. “Guess I’m a little more sensitive than usual today,” he chuckles breathlessly as he stills inside the toy, giving himself a minute to adjust to the intense pleasure.

Oh, how you wish you were that toy. You’d let him use you however he liked. You’d take load after load of his cum and let him fuck you senselessly until his balls are empty and your pussy is stuffed full of his warm cum.

He turns it on the lowest setting first, and even that feels so overwhelming. “Fuck that’s so good” he closes his eyes, too lost in pleasure to focus on reading any comments. He fiddles with the heating setting, and his mouth falls open when he feels the warmth encasing his hard length. The suction mixed with vibration was so pleasurable he couldn’t help but groan. “Fuck me,” he bites on his lip, slipping a hand to the bottom of his hoodie to lift it up and reveal his broad chest.

Your eyes flutter, watching him getting off on the toy you bought him. His voice sounded so hot, all breathy and whiny, and for a moment, you almost felt like he was right there with you.

Rubbing your clit in circles, you mewl out his name helplessly, whining and begging for him cause you need him inside of you so bad.

“Fuck I’m sorry, guys. I’m not gonna last long at all just feels too fucking good” his body goes limp in his chair, letting the toy do all the work on his cock while he toys with his nipples. With trembling hands, he grabs the lube, squeezing a dollop on his nipple and pinching the hard little nub as he moans out loud. This was by far the most pleasure he’d ever felt. It was so good he almost forgot he was on stream. The only thing keeping him somewhat coherent was the donation sounds coming from his computer.

“It’s okay, Ethan, you can let go,” you whisper to yourself halfway in and halfway out of it as you begin to lose yourself to the pleasure.

Beads of sweat drip from underneath his beaning and trickle down his jaw, the light in his room illuminating the sheen on his flushed chest. “This is for you, y/n,” he pants and stands up right in front of the camera, giving a clear view of everything including his pleasured face.

He removed the toy from his length right as he was cumming and spills an overwhelming amount of cum on his desk and monitor a few splashes hitting his camera lens, and that’s what sent you over the edge, back arching off your bed as you rubbed your clit until you were creaming at the sight of his white pearly cum pooling on his desk.

He whimpered with every spurt cock desperately twitching with arousal until he was milked completely dry.

Catching your breath at the same time as him, you cuddle into yourself, covering up with your blanket as your body shakes and pulses with the aftermath of complete utter euphoria.

“Wow,” he tosses his beanie off to the side, running his fingers through his messy blonde hair before pulling up his pants. “So now, y/n, who do you pick?” He grins, breath still a little uneven cause that orgasm really was something special he swears he’s never cum that much ever.

You grin and type out a reply. “I pick you, Ethan.” awaiting your comment, he smiles and lowers his head while chuckling softly.

It was fun while it lasted, but he felt like he was gonna crash any moment now. “Hmm, that’s a good girl,” he says, and your heart flutters. He ignores all the jealous comments coming in. As much as he’d like to stay and entertain everyone, he had to get some rest soon. “Well, I think I’ll end it here. Thanks for all the gifts and donations tonight. I really appreciate and love you all. See you all next stream,” he winks. “And y/n, I had fun. Hope to see you next time.” he blows a kiss to you or his camera. You’re not quite sure, but either way, it makes you blush, and you’ll definitely see him next stream.

Thanks for reading please reblog and leave feedback.

#heeseung smut #lee heeseung smut #enhypen heeseung smut #enhypen smut #heeseung angst #heeseung #heeseung x reader #heeseung fluff #enhypen lee heeseung #enhypen heeseung #lee heeseung #enhypen fluff #enhypen hyung line #enhypen hard hours #enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fanfic

[roarriita]

the chick from apartment 512 - ellie williams (3)

au

femreader! x elliewilliams!

part two, here

wc: 2k+

content warning: explicit language, mentions of abuse

// initial summary: although your new neighborhood was a bit shady and the apartment elevator made an eerie sound whenever it'd start up, it was all you could afford. move in day proved to be better than expected when you caught sight of your new neighbor. her auburn hair and green eyes seemed to be all the proof that you needed, to know that this new chapter of your life would be worth paying attention to and not just skimming over. //

// author's note: it's a close tie for the dina and jesse content!! i have compromised and minimized the scene with my two lovebirds. i love all of you and hope you guys enjoy and have an amazing day/night <33 //

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"all i'm saying is that yellow does not look good with green." dina sighed as she placed a jar of kimchi in the grocery kart. "maybe if she'd spend less time kissing derek's ass and more time planning out her outfits, she'd wouldn't give everyone in the office a migraine first thing in the morning."

jesse listened attentively to dina's rant as he pushed the cart. you followed closely beside them, lost in your own thoughts. ellie was coming over today. the girl from across the hall, the one with auburn hair, green eyes, and a slit near the corner of her eyebrow. the girl you barely knew but hoped to befriend. "earth to (y/n)." dina waved a hand in front of your face.

you snapped back to reality. "oh, hm?"

"were you even listening to me?"

"yeah, yeah." you said as you tried recalling what she said. "you're jealous that kaitlyn got promoted and you didn't, i got it."

jesse laughed as dina smacked your arm. "no, i am not! her outfits are actually horrendous. it just so also happens to be fact that derek chose her over me to run the world events section of our magazine."

"right, total coincidence." you nudged her playfully as you walked past her to grab two things of ben and jerry's.

jesse watched as you placed the items in the cart and then looked back at dina. he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, making his wife grin. "aw, you're so thoughtful... for me?"

you scoffed as you already told her and jesse about your plans with ellie later. "shut up."

"no, it's cute.” dina said. “ben and jerry's isn't cheap. it’s like seven dollars a pint. this girl must be really special.”

“i already told you, we’re only hanging out as friends.” you reminded dina.

“hey, i never said otherwise.” she shot her hands up defensively. “but now that we’re on the subject of dating, do you have your eyes set on anyone at the moment?”

you placed a box of generic pepperoni pizza in the cart, not needing much time to think about the question. “no, not really.”

“what about joy?” dina referred to a coworker you briefly went out with.

“two bottoms don’t make a top, d.” jesse muttered as he scratched the back of his neck.

“fuck you.” you laughed. “i’m a switch. don’t disrespect me like that again.”

jesse and dina laughed. “but come on, joy?”

“what? i liked joy. she was sweet.” the trio pulled into one of the self-checkout registers.

“no, no, she was okay.” jesse shrugged as he began ringing up their items. “stacy on the other hand,” jesse turned his neck to face you. “now she was a keeper.”

“uh, no, she was a total bitch.” dina cursed. “she legit told me to 'tone it down' that one time we took (y/n) to the bar for her birthday. i mean, sorry for my overly excited behavior but i was drunk and grateful that my best friend had made it another year."

“dina, you literally pushed her off of (y/n) when it was time to blow out the candles.” jesse reminded the lightweight girl.

dina shrugged it off as she crossed her arms. “well, since they ended up not working out, we don’t have to worry about cropping stacy out of (y/n)’s birthday pictures now, do we?”

a small chuckle left your lips. "you guys are hilarious."

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as soon as ellie found a parking spot, she quickly got out of her car and raced inside the apartment building. one hand clutched a bouquet of flowers as the other looked for the time on her phone.

5:47 p.m.

"fuck, fuck, fuck." ellie cursed. she wanted so desperately to change out of her drenched clothes and take a shower before seeing you, but she was already late. late over something so stupid. her phone began to ring, it was her sister. ellie hesitated before answering it as she got on the elevator.

"what, sarah?" her voice was harsh and held a bit of bitterness.

"i'm sorry about what happened." she cried. "it's my fault, i shouldn't have said what i said. god, i'm so stupid."

ellie felt her bottom lip throb at the pain that radiated from the cut that sat there. "how many times do i have to tell you, sarah, it's not your fault. i honestly don't want to talk about this right now, i got shit to do but i'll call you in the morning. okay?"

"ellie, i'm sorry." sarah apologized again.

a moment of silence lingered between the two sisters before the elevator came to a stop. ellie held back the emotions that begged to come out as she tightened her grip around the phone. "i'll call you tomorrow."

after hanging up, she nervously walked up to your front door. her fist floated in the air as she contemplated weather it'd still be a good idea to come over. rain paddled harshly against the bay window, helping her soothe the nerves and adrenaline coursing through her veins. better late than never, right?

you slightly flinched at the sound of rough knocking coming from your front door. your heart jumped at the idea of ellie finally arriving. for a long while there you began to think she had stood you up. your feet found themselves rushing towards the door. "hey, (y/n), it's ellie. i know i'm a little late, i'm sorry."

you opened the door, a blank look on your face. "a little? try almost an hour."

ellie smiled at the fact that you still decided to open the door. to her, you seemed like the kind of girl with high standards. one slip up and you were put in the doghouse. "i know and again i'm sorry, it's just i was at my sister's house for my niece's birthday an-"

ellie tried explaining herself, making sure to spare the actual important details. you tried paying attention to what she was saying but your eyes immediately latched on to the pink bruise below one of her eyes and then to the cut on her bottom lip. you instinctively stepped forward and grabbed her face. "what the hell happened to you?"

ellie was taken aback by the sudden gesture. your hands were as gentle and nurturing as the look in your eyes and the tone in your voice. she wanted to pull away but couldn't find it in herself to actually move. "i- um- i-"

if you weren't so concerned over the damage to ellie's face, you would've teased her for the stuttering. your hand reached for her wrist as you pulled her in. once you had locked the front door, you dragged ellie to your bathroom. "wait here." you told her.

ellie sat the flowers on your sink as she looked around. her attention was caught by a drawing hung up on the outer part of the door. it looked like a little kid did it, their name was even signed at the bottom. ellie knew you didn't have kids, she surely would've seen one by now. maybe you had nieces and nephews too?

you returned to the bathroom a few moments later, with your first aid kit. "oh, that's not necessary." ellie tried assuring you.

"who's the nurse here?" you sarcastically responded before setting the kit down on the sink... next to the flowers. a faint smile maneuvered its way onto your lips as you reached for it. "are these for me?"

ellie sighed, looking disappointedly at the ragged bouquet of flowers. "they looked better when i first bought them," her eyes then looked into yours. "i swear, it's just the stupid rain ruined them."

"no, it's fine. it's the gesture that counts." you played with one of the lose pedals. "though i got to say, it's not a very appropriate gift to get a friend."

ellie chuckled as you took out a packet of disinfected wipes, a tube of rubbing cream and a small bandage from the kit. "their just flowers, not a ring." you moved to stand right in front of her.

"well, what if i wanted a ring instead?" you joked as you grabbed her chin.

"then, i'd scream and run the other direction." she half-heartedly joked back.

you let out a small laugh as you dried ellie's face with a paper towel. "not the commitment type, huh?"

"not at all..." ellie answered truthfully. your hand dropped her face for only a second as you ripped open a packet to one of the disinfected wipes.

"that explains a lot." you went back to holding her face. she slightly winced as you carefully brushed the wipe on her cut.

"what do you mean?" she mumbled against your touch.

"well, i'm not home much but when i am..." you discarded the old wipe and opened the rubbing cream. "i hear just the weirdest and most heartbreaking things come from the hallway when i'm anywhere near my door."

"weird and heartbreaking?" ellie repeated. "like what?"

"hmm, let's see." you rubbed some of the cream on her bruised cheekbone. the closeness was enough to get ellie riled up, not even you could deny how succulent and full her lips looked under your fluorescent lights. "ellie, open your door. ellie, why are you ignoring my calls and text? ellie, are you seeing other people? ellie, promise me i'm the only girl you're seeing right now or we're over!"

you mimicked the voices of all the girls who found themselves crawling back to the chick from apartment 512. ellie laughed, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. "i like the way you say my name. you should say it more often.”

you scoffed as you reached for the bandage and opened it, a smile still rested well and evident on your mouth. you kept quiet as you placed the bandage on the part of the cut the surpassed her lips. you took a second to analyze ellie's face, taking in the dark beauty that stood before you. "all better."

ellie balled up her fist when you stepped back. the urge to pull you in was hardly bearable. she thought back to all the girls she slept with before and imagined you taking their place. was it so wrong that you two met just the other day and she was already thinking about making you scream her name for everyone on your floor to hear?

"do you want some ice cream?" you came back after putting your kit away.

"huh?" the girl stood straight up.

"ice cream? i have ben and jerry's." you repeated.

ellie chuckled at the fact that she was thinking about all the dirty ways she could mark up your body and then here you were, asking her if she wanted ice cream after fixing up her boo boo’s. you drew in your eyebrows as your smile fell, not knowing what was so funny. "what? do you not like ice cream?"

ellie scrunched her nose. "what kind of a psycho doesn’t like ice cream?”

you smiled again, feeling relieved. "thank god, for a second there i thought i was gonna have to kick you out." your eyes analyzed her damped state. if it was you in her shoes, your sensory issues would've been off the walls. "but if you want, you can go home and get yourself cleaned up?"

"you sure?" ellie questioned. "i was already late, i don't want to keep wasting your time."

you waved her off. "no, it's fine. just looking at the way your jacket is clinging to your arms is making my skin crawl."

"oh, really?" ellie smirked.

you chuckled, beginning to find ellie's flirtatious comments humorous. "not like that. now go and get cleaned up. i wanna know the crazy story behind your beat-up face."

"i'd rather not traumatize you with the details." ellie replied, not really wanting to relive them either.

"okay, that's fine." you shrugged as you crossed your arms. "at least tell me who won."

the auburn-haired girl smiled smugly, remembering the mangled state she left her brother-in-law in. "well, i just hope, for his sake, that he lives across from a doctor."

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part four, here

#ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams au #ellie miller #ellie x reader #jesse tlou #dina tlou #tlou #the last of us #ellie hand in marriage pls #cocky ellie #ellie x female reader

[butcharyastark]

i cannot explain how simultaneously complexly fascinating and deeply hilarious this fucking intimate coming out scene between flint and silver is in the s3 finale of black sails.

like. imagine you are james flint. you have a horrible secret tragic backstory you won't tell anyone about how you became the fearsome and capable pirate captain you are today. that tragic backstory involves being the bisexual unicorn for a rich couple's poly triad dreams in 1700s england. you confide in someone outside of this dynamic for the first time after everything happened about what happened because they asked to know. you bare your soul uncharacteristically about being bisexual, polyamorous, and griefstricken. nobody else but one person in your life has seen this of you. the person you confide this to is someone that genuinely worried about you killing them in front of your entire crew like, literally 10 days ago, for confessing to betraying you abt smth that took months of efforts and dozens of death to try to achieve. this person, who is the most kindly understanding and softspoken person on your ship of ragtag hardened pirates, looks you in the eyes by the soft lighting of the campfire under cover of nightfall after burying literal and now metaphorical secrets, and says, in order, to your FACE, that 1) firstly he is a hashtag gay ally (in the 1700s) and so sorry for your loss but 2) he's been thinking lately it's kind of weird everybody around flint dies and he doesn't want to be next bc everybody flint trusts is a dead man walking bc 3) hey flint have you ever considered maybe it's your fault this happened and that you are doomed bc of just who you are as a person? and 4) but it's okay actually bc if it came down to it i think i've grown as a person enough that if anyone dies in this partnership it will be you 😤

like. to his face. i repeat, to the face of the most feared pirate this side of the americas, who has considered killing him within the past month or two, who opened up to silver in the most baring way possible for a regular man, much less a man like flint--to his FACE silver said that "maybe the homophobia you experienced that ruined your entire life was actually your fault for existing and everybody you love is doomed to die because being around you is a curse :/" in the most GENTLY understanding tone of voice while staring deeply into his eyes and professing genuine care and friendship and respect for him.

i'd lose my mind. i'd implode. no fucking wonder flint takes a preparatory, longsuffering swig of liquor with the most exasperated expression i've ever seen on a 40+yo man's face the literal second silver's mouth is open for longer than 2 sentences. silver is SO goddamn lucky this man stopped seeing him as an enemy 6 weeks ago and instead switched to begrudgingly ominous mentor and weird older brother.

and they're both still being friendly about it like silver isn't casually portending one of their deaths because of the other because of the inherent darkness of their souls and like flint hasn't killed men on his own crew for saying less than this behind his back. this is fucking insane energy. i want to study them both. i want to microwave them at high heat. i want to put them in a jar and shake it. you two really live like this?

#my post #black sails #nomi liveblogs #this is the gayest cishet-toxic-masculinity ass conversational response to being told someones darkest secrets #its the straightest queer man to queer man 'im here for u bro' conversation ive ever seen #silver is talking exactly like a man who only stepped foot onto a boat 3 months ago acting like he knows shit abt longterm captaincy #and flint is reacting like that while stsring into the ground questioning all of his life choices up til this moment. #somehow james flint being a bisexual unicorn in a poly triad is still relevant as a plot point for totally separate characters #i love all of this its so. fuckinf. hilarious #@flint and silver: this is amazing. you live like this?

[drdt-headcanons]

April Fools’ Day Headcanons!

A list of headcanons for what each DRDT character thinks of/does on April Fools’ Day!

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Teruko Tawaki: She hates April Fools’ Day. No matter who the pranks people set up are meant for, she always ends up being the one pranked. She usually gets at least a few minor injuries throughout the day. She doesn’t want to prank anyone, since she’s worried one of her pranks will go wrong and she’ll accidentally hurt someone, whether it be physically or mentally.

Xander Matthews: He takes this holiday as an excuse to break school rules, especially the stupid ones. Running in the halls, chewing gum in class, breaking the dress code, etc. etc.. Any rule he deems a useless restriction. (He soon realized the rule of no running in the halls was not a useless restriction when he crashed into Teruko while running, making her nose bleed).

Charles Cuevas: Routinely forgets it’s April Fools’ Day…Until someone (*cough cough* Arei and Whit *cough cough*) decides to prank him and others. He thinks the holiday is dumb and immature, meant to be grown out of once you graduate high school. That’s the reason he gives for disliking it, but in reality he doesn’t like how he’s almost always the butt of the joke for the whole day.

Ace Markey: He’s been dreading April Fools’ Day for weeks. He doesn’t really like to pull pranks on anyone else (he’s terrified they’ll somehow get revenge and pull a humiliating prank on him). So the whole day he’s on edge and on the lookout for any obvious pranks. But his intense paranoia fails him and he usually falls for a few anyway and he hates it.

Arei Nageishi and Whit Young: They pull pranks together all day. They’ve been planning for months and have at least one prank for every one of their classmates. Arei usually comes up with the idea, and Whit tones it back to be less mean-spirited, because he wants everyone to have fun. They plan pranks to pull on each other, too.

Rose Lacroix: She forgot what day it was until she fell asleep in class and woke up with a drawn-on mustache, hearts, stars, etc. on her face. She thought it was kinda cute and pretended not to notice for a bit. Nico felt bad and admitted they submitted to Arei’s peer pressure and drew on the hearts, but she told them she really didn’t mind.

Hu Jing: She doesn’t usually participate in any prank-pulling, but is happy to see the class having fun. If she thinks a prank was too cruel she’ll step in, but she mostly stands to the side to let the others have their fun. She might switch up her wardrobe to wear something silly as a ‘prank’, but it only really works on Levi, who is horrified at how none of the clothing she’s wearing matches.

Eden Tobisa: She likes to pull pranks in literally the nicest way possible. She’ll give someone a cake, claiming it’s vanilla flavored, and then say “Ha! April Fools!! It was actually a chocolate cake!” once they take a bite and she’ll be so proud of herself. It’s cute, and people get free baked goods, so everyone’s happy.

Levi Fontana: He’s not quite sure how to approach pranking someone, because he worries any attempt will be too mean. He tries to look up light-hearted pranks on the internet because he doesn’t want to be left out. (I was looking up pranks for him and thought this was a vaguely fashion-related prank he could do:)

(I think this one is funny to imagine him doing).

Arturo Giles: He didn’t want to participate, but Veronika insisted he do something, or else she would prank him as many times as she could. Arturo, admittedly afraid of that threat, pulled a prank by copying dozens of photos of Mariabella Rosales and putting one copy in everyone’s locker. People were very confused and he found it quite hilarious. But he won’t ever tell Veronika he enjoyed himself, she’d never let him forget it.

Min Jeung: Doesn’t see much point in participating, and was quite annoyed to find that Whit and Arei replaced her textbooks with identical copies, just that the ones they made were blank inside. She demanded to have her books back and they eventually relented. She retaliated by pulling a prank so amazing I can’t even think of one good enough to put here. But it was great, whatever she did.

David Chiem: He enjoys playing nice pranks on the people he likes (he puts misleading compliment cards in Xander’s people’s lockers) and plays mean pranks on people he doesn’t like, except he never admits the mean ones were him and always ensures he never gets caught.

Veronika Grebenshchikova: She enjoys pulling as many outlandish pranks as possible, on anyone and everyone. No exceptions. Since she doesn’t have a Whit to tone stuff back like Arei does, her pranks are a lot more…eccentric. She really likes scaring people the best when it comes to pranks, and litters fake plastic spiders all over the school (Ace fell for at least five of them).

J Moreno/Rosales: She really wants to pull a cool prank but doesn’t know what prank to pull. But she doesn’t want to look on the internet for ideas because she wants her’s to be original. Evantually she settles for hiding behind doors and then jumping out and scaring Arturo specifically.

Nico Hakobyan: As previously stated, they drew hearts on Rose when Arei prompted them to, but otherwise were too scared to pull any pranks, since they thought people might get mad at them. They decided to just tell cat puns instead, which Whit loved. His reassurance that this was a worthy replacement for a prank made them happy.

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All done! Hope you guys liked it, I know I don’t usually post my own headcanons. But if people wanted to ask me for headcanons about characters, ships, situations, etc. I’d be cool with that! This was really fun!

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #teruko tawaki #ace markey #david chiem #arei nageishi #j rosales #charles cuevas #whit young #j moreno #rose lacroix #hu jing #xander matthews #arturo giles #veronika grebenshchikova #nico hakobyan #levi fontana #eden tobisa #min jeung #fluffy drdt headcanons

[icallhimjoey]

Hi, I am the anon who sent you that barista blurb, thinking it will be ignored... but no! I actually had to read the reqest several times to realise it is mine. Thank you so much! Can't wait to read more. Love it already!

PERFECT thank you so much for sending that in, t'was exactly what i needed! here's part 2! Wordcount: 2.3K

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Sunshine Blend Dark Roast

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

He was entirely unsure if it was just him. What if it was? Kind of felt like he was going insane a little bit. Were you this mesmerizing to everybody else? Surely, they’d all be able to see too, right? How literally every single other person’s face in the coffee shop was blurry from where he stood. Entirely out of focus. Just, various skin-toned blobs, not even really there at all.

Not you.

How was Joe able to make out the slightest change in your expression from across the fucking street? See your nose scrunch, your eyebrows lift, your smile spread wider and your dimples grow deeper?

He already got his morning coffee in at home, had no real need to push open the glass door and step inside to order one, but how could he not have?

He’d only glanced, wanted to check if you’d be there again, if you’d still look as upbeat and happy today. If your mood had just been circumstantial yesterday, or if that was just who you were. It was only meant to be a quick glance, and he was not meant to stop walking. He wasn’t meant to halt his somewhat rushed steps. Wasn’t meant to stare for a full minute, maybe even longer. Wasn’t meant to let his feet decide they were going to take him over and inside, even though he'd already had his morning coffee. Wasn’t really meant to have another.

But there he was. Inside. Queuing up.

Joe got to look at you for a little bit as he waited his turn, he didn't need to look at the menu, knew what he was going to get. He tried his best to figure you out through context clues. You smiled, let your eyes sparkle and bit back giggles like everything around you was hilarious and tickled you to no end. What a way to coast through life, Joe thought. You spoke and moved and with so much expression - God, you were expressive, even this early in the morning and Joe knew that every single person in there was half there for their caffeine fix, half there because they'd get to hang around you for a minute.

Joe could stare at you like people could stare at a fire for hours. Or at a water fountain. Hypnotized. Just, all lost in it for a moment.

“Good morning, what do you want?” you grumbled, like you were so annoyed that the stream of people asking you for coffee was never ending. If you'd said it any less theatrically, it would've been insulting. But it was all jokes, and your eyes gave you away. The rest of your face followed when you saw it was Joe again.

Joe'd come back.

"Can I get a large americano, please?" Joe remained polite, ordered his coffee like he would order it anywhere else.

But then you groaned. Grimaced. Loudly. Said, "So boring!" but let Joe pay for it anyway before grabbing a large brown paper cup and a sharpie.

"Name?"

"David."

Not Robert, this time. Also, not uhh David, just David. No hesitations, nothing. Joe knew the question was coming and had his answer ready. You let your eyes shoot up at him for a second, and saw a little pursed smile, but pretended you didn't.

This was a game now, and you played games to win.

"One boring drink for boring David, coming right up!" you practically shouted it as you passed the cup to your colleague, and Joe flinched a little. Didn't need all the eyes from everyone on him. There were eyes on him plenty. But then your colleague wiped his hands on his apron, switched places with you, asked the next customer what they wanted to order and you got to work on the drinks.

This happened all the time, particularly when there'd be lots of iced drinks. Your colleague didn't like making those, and you knew, so you'd take the orders, step back to make the iced drinks, and he'd slide right in to your spot.

Except, no one had ordered an iced drink.

But you'd handed him a cup that very clearly read Joe and then you'd shouted the name David at him and called a customer boring.

Shenanigans.

Your colleague didn't do shenanigans. He was quiet, did his job, enjoyed listening to you go off about anything and everything to anyone and everyone. You could deal with this one yourself. You'd switch back once the tomfoolery was over, and it'd be seamless, because it always was.

You got to make Joe's drink again. And it was boring, but you loved making coffee, loved everything about your job, and Joe could tell. It made him smile; the gentle contagion of watching you be excited over pouring a cup of coffee, something you seemed to so clearly adore.

"My favourite song!" you suddenly quipped, perking up like it shocked you when you recognised the first beats.

You Make My Dreams Come True, Hall & Oates.

Of course, Joe thought. If he had to pick a song that had you written all over, that was it. He'd seen you twice. Just twice. But everything about what he was looking at right now made so much sense.

You were dancing. Twisting your feet, bumping a hip into your coworker who couldn't help but smile, and as the song fell silent and waited for the beat, you froze too. And then you sang.

Badly.

Joe cringed. Inwardly, where no one could see. Like he always did. This was embarrassing, and Joe felt vicarious shame deep within his core.

But you moved around like you were in a music video, facial expressions and all, sang into the whipped cream dispenser Joe was afraid you were going to use on his coffee, until you got the words drastically wrong and laughed. You laughed so heartily at yourself, Joe saw how it got others around him too. This was early morning entertainment and it made people feel warm and bright. Yes. People were definitely not just coming in here for the coffee, he knew for sure now.

You got back to work. Slapped a lid on David's drink, and then, held it out to Joe as you kept singing. Softer now.

Joe gave a tight lipped smile, took it, and just as the chorus set in, you said , "Enjoy!" and Joe was grateful you didn't sing that first line of the chorus into his face. He would've been so embarrassed. Everything about his interactions with you had been quite mortifying actually. But there was something about it he liked. Didn't understand why. Couldn't explain it.

The song, the singing and the dancing had made him forget for a second. He walked out, took his first sip and only then, half way down the street, remembered.

He checked.

Joe

He grinned. This was a game now, and Joe played games not to lose.

Joe came in every single day that week. Always ordered the same drink. Always gave a different name.

Luke, Josh, Darren, James.

And every single time he'd get his cup and it would say Joe. You never faltered, always asked for his name, would call him that and then would make the drink yourself.

Playing made Joe's mornings fun. Prepped him for the day in a way a simple cup of coffee would never be able to. Caffeine helped, it always did, but this was almost like shooting up heroin. It was also nearly as addicting - not that Joe would know, but he could imagine.

And you'd flirt. God, you'd flirt.

You liked to see Joe walk in all tired, sleep still in his eyes, wait in line with a straight face, sometimes with eyes on his phone, sometimes with eyes on you, you could tell, but then, when you got to ask him for his order, you'd flirt.

Make him blush.

Say shit he wasn't expecting. Make his eyes flutter. See his ears go red. You loved seeing those ears to red. Watch those hands be stuffed deeper into pockets for fear of awkward movements to accompany the awkward chuckles.

Sometimes, Joe'd even bite his thumb and you'd push it even further to see more of it. Make him stumble over his words. He'd only be in there for a maximum of five minutes, so you loved to crank it up.

"I like Josh's glasses," you said to your colleague when he'd walked in and surprised you with eyewear dressing his face. He was Josh that day, and you secretly hoped that he'd reuse the name Josh the next time he'd come in with glasses on. Make that its own little character. Nerdy little Josh.

"Don't Josh's glasses look good?" your colleague grinned, knew what you were doing, didn't answer, because he didn't do shenanigans, so you did it for him. Looked right at Joe, said, "Josh's glasses look really good on Josh." laying it on thick by repeating the name twice.

You knew not everyone appreciated it. You could be a lot, you were well aware, trust you. Got called annoying a lot in school, just because you liked things and showed that more than others. You'd be loud, in people's faces, would sometimes find it hard to stop talking and it'd rub people the wrong way. It wasn't cool. And in secondary school, wasn't that all that mattered?

You weren't cool. You felt. And you expressed. And you liked and you loved and had to let all of it out or else you'd explode, or implode, and you didn't know which one would be worse.

In the coffee shop, people would only be there shortly. Never long enough for you to get under their skin. It meant you got to shine and didn't feel the need to hold back. But with Joe, you cranked it up as much as you could. And you'd flirt. Get those rosy cheeks out. See that stupid bashful smile. Maybe get some chuckles out of him. Call him by the wrong name, again, and then, would watch him leave and prayed he'd come back the next day.

And he would. He did come back.

Even after, one morning, you'd tried to get Joe to sing Billy Idol's Dancing With Myself into an imaginary microphone you held out to him. You'd been singing along yourself, held Joe's finished drink back and shoved a fist into his face expectantly. Joe had just leant forward a little, said, "No," into it, making you laugh before you gave Joe his coffee.

He came back, even after that.

Since that first day, when you'd asked him if he was sure about his order, he'd been back every single day after. You hadn't scared him off, which was a good sign. You scared men off all the time, it wasn't anything new. So you'd flirt, and you'd play, and then, you'd flirt some more.

"Let me guess, Mark," you said when it was Joe's turn. He hadn't even given you a name yet. You'd just gone ahead and thought of one for him.

"One large americano?"

"Yes, please," Joe gave a tight smile. The one he always gave when he was in control of it, still. The British male version of a polite face.

You sighed dramatically, said, "And here I was, hoping that maybe, Mark would be different. Not so boring." you let your eyes twinkle when you quickly looked at him as you were writing down his name onto a cup. "Because he doesn't look it."

You'd flirt, and found new ways to make Joe blush and it was cute and adorable and cavity-inducingly sweet.

But there was something inside Joe that threw doubt into the mix. He was never sure. Was all of that for him? Or was that just what you were like?

Mr Self-doubt.

Of course this was just what you were like. Had he ever seen you behave otherwise? Even from outside? Across the street? When you didn't know he was watching you?

No.

You were always you. Unashamedly so. With or without Joe present. None of the comments, none of the looks, none of the smiles were specifically there for Joe. Were especially crafted for him. Just to make him feel fuzzy on the inside.

Of course not.

And if they were?

It was because he was Joseph Quinn. Famous actor Joseph Quinn. You knew who he was, obviously you did. You weren't writing Joe onto everyone's cups, of course you knew who he was.

And that's exactly why you said the things you said and did the things you did. To get him to come in more often. Get some clout. Claim to fame. This is the coffee shop where Joe Quinn gets his morning coffee. Hoping that maybe he'd get his picture taken in there. Get more customers in. Make more money off his back.

Joe knew he had to guard himself. Even from girls with soft smiles and candy floss giggles. Girls who smelled like vanilla bean coffee and danced like pure delight was shooting out of their feet. Girls who made his tummy go all funny, and his ears go all itchy. Because people always wanted, and then people would always take. Which was fine when they were things he was willing to give, but people didn't really seem to care much if they were things he was willing to give. They'd just take no matter what. Sometimes they wouldn't even ask.

So Joe was careful. Had to be. Guarded himself extra. He'd just hurt himself if he didn't. He knew it to be true. So he left the half written essay for what it was, and went to go do dishes.

Joe didn't get a coffee the next day.

Or the next.

Or, the next.

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[prince-liest]

Hey, this is Liu! as staticradio fans, could we have a minute of silence for Vox, to appreciate the absolute IRONY of his name?? Vox is all about images but his name means VOICE. all his social media platforms, like Voxtagram, literally mean VOICEtagram. It's also the name of the Voice-operated Switch (called VOX, or voice-operated exchange/transmission), the switch used for MICROPHONES in telecommunications. Absolutely hilarious to me (and to Alastor, no doubt).

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voice-operated_switch

https://ligo.co.uk/blogs/walkie-talkies/what-is-vox-on-a-two-way-radio

I feel like I knew that in the back of my head from the term "vox populi" (thanks, V for Vendetta) but never remembered it well enough to make this connections. That's actually really funny! I think that Vox is definitely positioning himself to be the voice of modern innovation in general - he's the guy on the screen like 80% of the time for anything that isn't explicitly a TV show with other actors from what we've seen in the Pride Ring, and the Vees all together are doing their utmost to dominate pop culture, news, and media as a whole. So in that sense it very much makes sense to me for him to be named that!

But that also makes it really funny that the guy named Vox was rejected by the radio voice guy.

(And also matches in tone to him trying to push Alastor out as outdated after being rejected! He's the new voice! And the new voice is a voice and a video and the news and that new product you need and your social media and- etc, etc.)

#ask #personal #Anonymous #vox #hazbin hotel

[commando-rogers]

last post I’m gonna make re: ofmd s2 teaser for now- tl;dr David Jenkins is not letting ANYONE think this show isn’t a serious romance anymore

a phenomenon that really struck me about season 1 was that a lot of people didn’t take it seriously. so many of us, myself included, went into this show thinking “oh! taika series, we know what we do in the shadows, this is gonna be a hilarious, lighthearted, silly funny show.” of course, most people (especially queer audiences) caught on to how serious it actually was as the romance plot grew, and then by episode 8-10 knew that oh, this is a romance, this is a drama. (don’t get me wrong, it’s a comedy, but you know what I’m saying.)

but a lot of people didn’t realize it (read: straight audiences). I rewatched the show with a straight man who was watching for the first time, and he was SHOCKED at the kiss. I said “you couldn’t tell they were falling in love? you couldn’t see all the signs? the other characters comments? the tropes?” and he literally said to me “yeah, I thought they were joking though. I thought they were buddies who were close and people were making fun of them.”

like. wow. straight men.

(to his credit, he caught on quickly and was very emotionally invested by the end. straight redemption.)

so when I rewatched the show again, I made a deliberate choice to flip the switch in my head between serious and funny. the thing is, if you choose to, you can ABSOLUTELY read it as all funny, tongue in cheek, comedic shenanigans. that lens is absolutely there and valid, and if you’re not looking for the serious undercurrents, you don’t see them.

and the season 1 trailer enforces this! there’s drama but it’s still silly! it’s all “ha ha funny man tries to be a pirate and adventures ensue.”

but with this first season 2 teaser, there’s none of that. it is serious, it is dramatic, it is intense. of course there’s some comedy thrown in, but it’s the heartbreak and the longing and the dramatic music and the danger. we see characters screaming, firing guns, actively in peril. the tone is dark. there’s no silliness here. David Jenkins took away our ability to be ignorant to what this story is at its core.

all us fans were stunned by the end of season 1, we thought it was funny why are our hearts ripped out!! (and I just made another post about this, but we were shocked that it wasn’t just queerbaiting, so this trailer literally makes clear from the beginning it’s a love story between Stede and Ed.) and so many other viewers of the show didn’t get it, they were surprised and didn’t understand how this funny show was trying to be serious.

season 2 isn’t gonna let us do that. David Jenkins is clearly showing us that this is a love story, but it’s dramatic and sad and intense. the laughs will happen because that’s what’s at the heart of this show, but make no mistake, this is a queer love story with all of the highs and lows that come with it. and I’m thrilled.

#our flag means death #our flag means death season 2 #ofmd s2 #ofmd #this is poorly explained but yeah

[mizzmellos]

DEEP COVER - m2 ♱ m for mature ♡

It wasn’t often that Matt heard him open the door. Not just because the time he spent at their dingy apartment was close to none, but because Mello moved silently. He forced the black rubber of his boot soles to fall noiseless as he ghosted down the hallways, and the faint squeaking of his leather gloves on the doorknob or the shifting of his heavy coat was typically the only thing that gave him away. But tonight—was it nighttime? Whatever time it was, Mello seemed to have no patience for his usual grace, and it was the loud jingling of his swinging keys that startled Matt awake.

He’d fallen asleep on the couch. His PSP slid off his chest and tumbled to the floor, providing a small halo of illumination to the otherwise pitch-black room. He managed to catch the time on his phone from the corner of his eye—8:34p.m. on a Saturday—before Mello’s overbearing silhouette appeared in their doorway, lit from below by the PSP’s artificial glow like a late-night horror-show host. Matt briefly appreciated the image before Mello burned it from his retinas, flipping the switch to their harsh florescent lights they kept meaning to replace.

“Morning, sunshine.”

“Hey.”

Matt tried to assess Mello’s mood through his bleary, half-awake state. He couldn’t quite tell. While there was a hint of irritation playing across his features, it was rare that there wasn’t.

“You were sleeping. I told you to be ready.”

“Huh? For what?”

“Didn’t you get my text?”

Matt sat up fully, pushing his goggles up to rub the sleep from his eyes as he grabbed his phone. There was a missed text: one, from a number he didn’t recognize. Typical. A sheepish heat crossed his cheeks before he could help it, which only provoked a deeper sense of embarrassment—why should he be embarrassed that he was sleeping and missed a text? Mello made a point of keeping his schedule unpredictable, and why did he have to be on-call all the time? It wasn’t his fault if he stayed up late and didn’t always operate on Mello’s time and—

“It just says ‘Be ready,’” he finally sighed, interrupting his own train of thought.

“Yeah. You don’t look ready.”

Mello sized him up. He was wearing a dirty t-shirt with the D.A.R.E. logo—which Mello was certain he thought was hilariously ironic—and a pair of ragged boxers he’d definitely had since their days back at Wammy’s. He cocked an eyebrow. Or rather, raised his brow in such a way that made his eyes uneven and judgmental, because where there had once been golden-blonde hair, there was instead only perfectly smooth forehead. Mello had apparently begun waxing them off to go along with his ridiculous new outfits.

“Ready for what?” he asked, still wondering how badly waxing your eyebrows hurt.

“Stop asking so many annoying questions and get dressed.” While his words were sharp, his tone was more playful than usual. When Mello’s voice took on that little sing-song quality, it always stirred a certain excitement in the pit of Matt’s stomach that meant things were either going to go very good or very very bad.

“Alright, just gimme a sec.” Matt heaved himself up the couch and moved to their bedroom, feeling Mello’s laser-beam stare melting holes in his back. He could quite literally sense the heat dissipate as Mello’s attention was diverted to the kitchen.

“Got anything to drink?”

Digging through piles of dirty laundry with increasing desperation and hoping that the sing-song wouldn’t be replaced by impatient irritation, he replied,

“Uh, yeah, soda I think—“

“I don’t drink soda. Don’t be disgusting. You shouldn’t either.”

Aha! This shirt kind of looked clean. It didn’t stink, at least. And it was black. Would Mello like that? Or would he think it’s stupid to match? No, it’s not ‘matching,’ stupid, anybody can wear black—

“I mean a real drink.”

The heat returned. Mello blocked the doorway, wrinkling his nose in his trademark sneer as he surveyed the room.

“Your bedroom is disgusting too.”

Matt rolled his eyes. “It’s your bedroom too, dude.”

While he waited for Mello’s protest, it never came. Maybe he did think of it as his room too. They always shared a room. He quickly changed shirts, keeping his back to the blonde, and begun the hunt for underwear and pants.

“And yeah, there’s, uh, whiskey in the cupboards somewhere.”

“God. You’re so gross. Out of anything you could have… no tequila…”

Fading footsteps. Mello was in the kitchen now. Underwear underwear underwear. Was that even important? Were the ones he had on now really that bad? Yes. He needed clean underwear. Especially with that sing-song knot still in his stomach. As he finally found a pair, he heard the gentle chime of clinking glass.

“And it’s the cheap stuff. You really know how to impress.”

Mello was standing over him now, two mismatched cups in hand.

“Here. Cheers.”

“What are we cheers-ing to?” Matt took the glass awkwardly, clean underwear in his opposite hand. He stood up so they were at near-equal height, though Mello’s stupid boots gave him a few inches of artificial advantage, and tapped the rims of their glasses together.

“Who cares?” Mello threw his back easily and without a change in expression.

He dragged a finger across his lips when he was done and Matt was hypnotized, watching the back of Mello’s glove glisten as it collected the remnants of the liquor. Mello seemed to recognize the effect he had on Matt as he used the same finger to point at his untouched drink.

“You’re supposed to actually drink it. And what’s taking you so long to get ready?”

Matt eyed the drink with apprehension.

“Y’know, I usually add, like, ice and coke and stuff.” He considered the irony of Mello complaining about the 5 minutes it took him to get ready when Mello took more than an hour in the morning just showering and doing his hair. He wanted to say something snarky, but the sing-song stomach-knot dragged his tongue back down his throat.

“Just hurry up. Drink it and get dressed.”

Matt then realized he didn’t particularly want to do either of those things in front of Mello. It’s not like Mello hadn’t seen him naked, but they were usually in the sorts of situations where Matt was not the center of attention. Guess he needed the shot after all.

“Uh, yeah, cheers.” He closed his eyes and choked down the liquor, trying his utmost to repress the contortions the awful taste was drawing to his face. Liquid courage and all.

Matt watched as Mello nudged a pile of laundry with his foot, bending down to draw out a pair of grungy black jeans. He did a cursory sniff of the crotch before tossing them across the room and smiling when Matt deftly snatched them out of the air.

“Those look nice. Wear them.”

So Mello was fine with him wearing black too. That was a relief. Now was the hard part. It’s not like he wanted to turn his back to Mello and have those eyes all over his ass either. He grit his teeth and pulled his dirty boxers off, mentally attempting to maintain what could be considered a perfectly normal speed to get undressed—not too fast like he was trying to hide anything and not too slow like he was trying to put on a show. Mello said nothing but made a point of giving him another thorough once-over, with just a hint of a bitten-back smile flitting around his lips. Whew. Hard part over. As he wiggled into his jeans, Mello disappeared again, back into the kitchen. Matt heard him pour another drink and presumably slam it, and he hopped out into the living room as he worked his foot through the tight pant leg.

“So you gonna tell me where we’re going?”

“No. I’ll tell you how to get there, though.”

Matt wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol going to his head (he hadn’t eaten anything that day, after all) or the rush of excitement he always got when he was with Mello but they were in his car before he knew it—another rare occasion, as Mello didn’t particularly enjoy riding in cars, nor did he appreciate Matt’s reckless driving habits. Slouched down in the passenger seat with the slightest indication of nausea creeping across his face, Mello rolled down his window and leaned forward to fiddle with the dials of the radio.

“Sorry man. It broke last month.” Silence, aside from the noises of the city. Matt eased off the gas, and this seemed to temporarily correct Mello’s woozy expression. He cleared his throat, wishing he could light up a cigarette but knowing Mello would complain about his proximity to the smell in the confined space of the car. “I’ll take it slow. I know you get carsick.”

“Take this exit,” Mello abruptly instructed.

“Wh—come on dude, you’re the worst navigator!” While his tone indicated irritation, he was secretly a little excited to have an excuse to show off in front of Mello. He was in the far left lane, and though the L.A. roads weren’t as congested as they usually were, there was still a good amount of traffic to get through in a relatively short distance. Already pushing 80, he revved it up to 110 and flew across the four lanes, earning a small discomforted groan from his friend as the blonde brought his hand to his mouth. He whipped along the ramp and allowed the car to coast back down to 80.

“You know I hate when you do that,” muttered Mello, though he did seem a little impressed—or at least, Matt hoped that’s what that expression was. “Speeding ticket’s a really stupid way to get your photo in some database.”

“Whatever. They’d have to catch me first.”

This earned a small chuckle from Mello, and Matt gave him a cheesy grin in return, riding his adrenaline high. It wasn’t as fun to drive fast when there was nobody to ride with him.

“Alright, where to now, boss?”

Though he couldn’t quite see Mello’s eyes, the roll was almost audible.

“Just keep going. We’re almost there.”

Mello’s arm was resting near the gear stick, fingers drifting up and down the leather upholstery of Matt’s seat in a lazy rhythm. He seemed distracted by something, but Matt knew better than to ask. Asking questions like that makes good-mood sing-song Mello disappear. And with how close those fingers were coming to his thigh, Matt really didn’t want that to happen. He didn’t want to stop watching Mello’s hand, thoughts wandering as he matched the rhythm of Mello’s absentminded fidgeting to his imagination, picturing pulling his gloves off and feeling his silk-soft palms warm and sticky with sweat—

“You just ran a red light,” remarked Mello. “I thought you were supposed to be good at this.” He glanced over and his hand stopped moving, effectively ending Matt’s daydream.

“Uh, yeah, I meant to do that.” Matt pulled out a cigarette against his better judgment and was surprised when Mello said nothing, unsure if it was because he was distracted, carsick, or just feeling generous. Though he’d hoped it’d take his mind off the thought—the nature of which was quickly becoming obvious through the denim of his jeans—the smoke mixed with the fragrance of Mello’s shampoo as he ran his fingers through his hair and made Matt picture the last time they’d been together. He remembered how soft Mello’s hair felt melting through his fingers, and the way the curled tips bounced against his thighs, and how every time Mello bobbed his head he could smell that shampoo wafting up toward him.

“It’s up here.” Mello’s ice-cold voice pulled him out of his warm thoughts and made him shiver. “On the left. Park in the back.”

Matt gave the building a good look. It had no windows, and no signage to indicate what sort of place it might be. There seemed to be plenty of cars around, but almost no people.

But no questions. He pulled around as Mello instructed and stopped the car. As they stepped out into the lot, Matt saw that there was one other person around—it was a small, ratlike man, talking into a cellphone with a hurried whisper. As Matt shuffled along after Mello, he wondered why the fuck he’d let Mello drag him to a weird windowless building in the middle of nowhere with strange crackheads in the parking lot. But as his eyes drifted down from the back of Mello’s bouncing blonde head to his ass, he remembered.

“Hey Kal. Open up.”

Upon seeing Mello, the man’s eyes narrowed and his entire demeanor seemed to shrivel up and sour. He whispered something into the phone and flipped it shut, his lips drawn in a taut, puckered frown.

“No problem, boss,” he said dryly.

Boss? Did this guy work for Mello? Ass or not, Mello knew that Matt wanted no part in whatever stupidly dangerous shit he got up to with his new friends. All of the excitement was draining away like a whirlpool bathtub in his gut, replaced with a deep-seated and quickly-creeping dread that Matt was going to be witness to some sort of real-life snuff film. When Kal finally managed to unlock the door, his hands shaking and Mello’s foot tapping impatiently, Mello pushed past him without so much of a glance and Matt muttered a very garbled ‘thanks’ as he rushed inside.

Once they were in the building, Matt could hear the rhythmic pounding of something. Music? They descended a dark cement staircase, and he could make it out—it was music. A club? Was this some sort of speakeasy disco?

When they reached the basement, Matt’s suspicions were confirmed. He was hit with a blast of body heat: it smelled overwhelmingly of sweat, and the music had become almost deafening. How did they keep it so quiet outside? He squinted, adjusting his eyes to the darkness in between the pulsing neon lights. He could barely see Mello—his black clothes made him blend in with the throbbing mass of people, and the dark orange tint of his goggles wasn’t helping. The only thing he could focus on was the crown of Mello’s head, his bright hair reflecting the rotation of colors—red-blue-green-yellow—

“I’ll be right back. Stay here.”

Those words struck a fear into Matt’s heart. Here? Alone? Why? As Mello’s blonde bob disappeared into the crowd, Matt suddenly became extremely aware of where he was, as well as how badly he wanted to be at home. There was a sea of bodies roiling around him, tossing him in every direction, and it took all of his strength to maintain any semblance of stability. A girl much smaller than him seemed to dance through the crowd with ease, but his amazement with her ability to move through the fleshy ocean was interrupted when she shouted, “cute goggles!” He turned red and looked away.

Upon attempting to replay the interaction (if you could even call it that) in his head, he could only hear it in Mello’s mocking voice. Mello made him wonder if every compliment was backhanded, sarcastic, cruel. Mello made him wonder how long he’d be gone for, because it felt like hours, days, years. Mello made him wonder why the fuck he did stupid shit like coming here.

“Oh, Mello,” he yelped as a body collided with his, having been shoved by another careless, drunk dancer.

“Hey, watch it fuckface,” Mello yelled, though his deep voice went ignored, swallowed by the stuffy air and the thump of the bass. Turning with the tiniest bit of a surprised gleam in his eyes, he realized he’d been pushed right into Matt. “Well look at that. Imagine seeing you here.”

Again, Mello was leading him through the crowd, this time to the back of the dance floor, toward the bathrooms. He was careful not to touch the handle as he kicked open the door to the men’s, which was small and dirty but surprisingly empty. They entered the stall furthest from the entrance and as it shut, Mello produced three small baggies from his sleeve like a card-trick magician—two filled with white powder and one with small multicolored tablets. Behind his goggles, Matt’s eyes lit up, but he tried to keep his cool. So Mello really was in a good mood.

“I brought you a present.” He dropped the tablets into Matt’s waiting hand, smiling affectionately. “Don’t worry. It’s good. I know the guy.”

As if he were doing something as casual as painting his nails, Mello tapped a small line of the powder across the back of his glove and sniffed it, careful and precise. He delicately pinched the tip of his nose with one hand as he slipped the bag away with the other, scrutinizing Matt’s face as the redhead popped open the tiny seal and stuck two of the tablets under his tongue. Matt held the bag out as an offer of return but Mello shook his head, remaining silent but drawing their bodies closer together. The sing-song knot in Matt’s stomach was quickly ballooning down to his groin but he tried to focus on his breathing so Mello wouldn’t sense how desperate he was. It had been weeks since the last time they’d done anything, and the time before that, Mello had visited in such a bad mood that they hadn’t done anything at all.

Once again, Matt’s recollection of their last visit was not entirely confined to his brain, and his pale freckled cheeks began to burn. Mello leaned in further, hot breath drawing across Matt’s jaw as he cupped it in his hand and extended his thumb to run across his reddened skin. Matt’s mouth dropped open involuntarily as the tip of the leather pressed at his bottom lip, and Mello elicited the smallest of moans from the other as he pushed his thumb along Matt’s tongue. Opening the third bag, the blonde withdrew his wet gloved finger and rolled it in the powder, proceeding to rub it along his own gums and all the while refusing to break eye contact. After he seemed satisfied, he popped his thumb back into his mouth, repeating the process but this time offering the powder to Matt, who had no idea how to indicate that he was accepting aside from simply opening his mouth further and allowing Mello to drag the small crystals along the edges of his teeth. The taste was salty, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the molly or the leather of the glove.

As Mello’s thumb worked its way around the insides of his cheeks, he drew even closer. Matt’s heart started racing. He slid his finger out and replaced it with his lips, feeling Matt softly panting into his mouth. They weren’t quite kissing. Matt wanted to kiss him very badly, but felt stuck to the wall, his mouth dry as rice paper. The x wasn’t all the way dissolved and his tongue felt covered in sludge. Had it been this hot in here the whole time?

Mello hooked Matt’s lower lip between his teeth, giving it a gentle tug as he used his body to pin the other to the stall. His thin thigh slipped between Matt’s legs but somehow managed to avoid his groin entirely—he was thankful that Mello couldn’t feel how hard he was already, and he put every ounce of his self control into avoiding his body’s urge to drag Mello against him and grind on his leg. His glove slid down the front of Matt’s shirt like liquid, making an abrupt stop once it reached the waistband of the black jeans he’d picked out. He extended a single finger, the same he’d used to dab away the liquor from his lips earlier in the evening, dragging it past the tarnished bronze button that was beginning to make Matt quite uncomfortable. While Mello’s attention had now moved from Matt’s face to the zipper of his pants, Matt watched closely as a very undeniable smirk of satisfaction lit up the other’s features.

And just as abruptly as their rendezvous had begun, it ended. Mello removed himself from Matt completely, unlocking the stall door and breezing out. Matt stumbled out after him, dumbfounded but desperate not to lose him in the crowds again. Why did Mello have to enjoy torturing him so much? And why did he let him?

Mello wove through the dance floor until he found a spot that seemed satisfactory—in the center, surrounded on all sides but hidden—and when he turned around to face Matt, it almost felt as though they were hidden; despite being in the midst of hundreds of people, they felt alone, together. The knots in his stomach were joined by more in his chest as Mello drew him closer, pressing their bodies together again, but this time much more softly—at least, as softly as Mello could manage, because his soft was sometimes like a fine sandpaper, grating so smoothly you almost wouldn’t notice until you were bleeding and raw.

Matt’s arms slipped around his waist and as his hands pulled across the small of Mello’s back, tracing the spot in between that obscene quilted vest and those low-rise latex-tight pants, he saw it. Just for a moment—less, even—a split-second, a nano-something, Mello’s guard fell and there was an expression in his eyes so genuine Matt’s heart could have burst. He looked happy. Loving. Innocent, almost, but that seemed too strange a word, like dressing him up in pure white, like putting him on a cross. Matt wanted to trap that look in his eyes forever.

The moment passed and his expression faded, replaced by his typical frostbitten face—drawing you in and all the while telling you not to touch. Matt wanted nothing more than to grab him by the shoulders and shake him as hard as he possibly could. To bring it back somehow. To make it stay. He wanted to beg him not to let that cold cruel flame in his heart eat him away any more than it already had.

Let’s give up. Let’s go home. Let’s go hide. Let’s be hidden for real this time. We don’t have to do this.

You don’t have to do this.

But if he said these things, and if Mello knew he felt these things, Mello wouldn’t love him. Mello couldn’t love somebody who didn’t understand. He was doing the things he did because he had to. Because he had no other choice. Matt knew that. And so he stayed quiet, tightening his grip and trying to drink in every millimeter of that brief cherubic vision. His head moved to Mello’s neck—he couldn’t look at his face, he didn’t want to be reminded of the light that used to twinkle in his eyes whenever he saw Matt in the hallways of Wammy’s, the times they’d sneak out into the forest behind the school, laughing loud and spilling secrets, the open admiration for one another they used to share. There was so much he didn’t know about Mello anymore. He’d gotten so cruel.

To stop his lip from quivering—god, you fucking pussy, don’t you dare—he ran his tongue along Mello’s neck, pushing aside the folds of his vest to bite the stretch of skin where his collarbone diverged. Mello responded with an involuntary and angelic sigh, eyes fluttering shut. Matt always knew the right spot. Still choking back bitterness, Matt sunk his teeth further into Mello, biting him harder than he’s ever bitten him, hard enough to make small maroon teardrops bead around the tips of his canines. No sound passed through Mello’s throat, but as his fingers dug into Matt’s shoulderblade, he could feel the crescent imprints forming in his skin through his clothes. Matt’s hand slides up Mello’s back to his hair, grabbing a fistful of blonde and gently pulling his head back, exposing more of his throat. Biting the same spot with the intent to bruise, he drew his teeth across Mello’s creamy skin, wanting to break the blood vessels below and leave a cherry blossom mark, to let everybody know that Mello was supposed to be his.

“Matt…” It was almost a whisper, but it made the noise of the club fade into oblivion. When Mello said his name like that, Matt would do anything. He would follow him to the ends of the earth. How could he be upset when Mello was whispering his name? As his mood shifted once again, he realized they’d been dancing for at least half an hour, and the molly was definitely kicking in, making it seem like no time had passed at all. He thought of Mello’s smiling face. They were in the sun-dappled forest, they were so young, and Mello was laughing, turning back at him and calling for him. Matt… Matt…

“Matt,” Mello said, more urgently this time. He pulled Matt away from his neck, fondly brushing the bloody bite, and grabbed the buckle of the redhead’s belt. “Let’s go.”

“Go?” was all Matt could manage before Mello was dragging him toward another door—a back door, some sort of emergency exit. He tripped over a ledge in the doorway as they walked through, bumping into Mello and causing them to both stumble into the alley. His body felt like it was vibrating, to the point where even their brutal collision sent shivers of pleasure through him. All he wanted to do was touch Mello—his face, his hair, his soft stomach—

As if Mello sensed this, he immediately pulled Matt toward him, forcing Matt to pin him against the graffiti-covered brick. There was no hesitation or coquettish teasing this time—Mello dragged him into a messy kiss, one toned arm around his neck while the other immediately got to work unbuckling his belt. Matt pressed his tongue past Mello’s lips, trying to memorize the curvature of his teeth, the angles of his cheeks, the remnant-chocolate flavor of his hot saliva. There was a loud clatter as his heavy metal belt buckle hit the concrete, and Mello had his pants unbuttoned in half the time. A combination of the cool night air and the crippling potential that somebody could walk out and see his dick in Mello’s hand sent a cold shiver down Matt’s spine. This terrifying thought was quickly outweighed by the sensation of soft, well-worn leather gliding down Matt’s bare abdomen and past the elastic of his boxers (which, thank god, were clean).

As soon as Mello’s hand was wrapped around his cock, Matt knew he didn’t care if the entire world was watching. He massaged in slow, languid movements, his eyes only occasionally drifting from Matt’s erection to his face. Mello couldn’t help but smile as he watched the flush of heat bleed down Matt’s neck, the heave of his shoulders increasing alongside his breath—he was too cute when he wanted it this badly. He was already shaking.

“Mello…” Matt groaned, mentally kicking himself for how desperate he sounded. “Will you—uh—take your glove off?”

Mello laughed, a subtle sadistic undertone playfully ringing through, the little sing-song devil that made Matt’s stomach do flips. He brought his hand to his mouth and pulled the glove off with his teeth, discarding it on the ground beside Matt’s belt. “That’s all you want, babe?”

To be honest, Matt couldn’t think straight enough to want anything more than whatever Mello was going to give him, regardless of how much torture he had to endure. He would have fallen over if the wall wasn’t supporting him; pressing his weight onto Mello, he buried his face in the blonde’s neck once again, attempting to stifle his moans. Mello’s hands were so fucking soft. Of course they were—he never did anything himself.

The bricks of the wall were leaving painful impressions in his forehead, but he didn’t care. He wanted to run his hands up and down Mello’s sides, his thighs: the molly made him want to rub everything, even the rough brick, but his body was overwhelmed, and he was afraid that if he moved, Mello might take his hand away.

“Is that it? Are you satisfied with just this then? Hm?”

God. When Mello got that condescending, it drove him insane. It made him mad. But his body didn’t realize this, and he twitched in Mello’s hand. Yes. I’m satisfied. I’m always satisfied with you. Anything. There was nothing he could say. No right answer. Even if there was. No brain left to figure it out.

“I know that’s not all you want,” cooed Mello, patronizing and saccharine. Matt felt like if he didn’t focus solely on not finishing, it was going to happen. And Mello would never let him live it down—cumming in his pants from a handjob like they were teenagers. When he was alone he could jerk off for hours without a problem but with Mello it felt like he could only last minutes. Mello’s thumb was drawing circles around his tip, smearing precum across his palm while he smirked expectantly.

“I… unh—“

“Come on. Use your words.”

“—tch… come on Mello…”

“’Come on’ what?” There was innocence on his face once again, but this time so obviously feigned and melodramatic that it almost made Matt laugh.

“You’re such an asshole,” he groaned instead, sucking on his teeth as Mello’s pace increased. “Please… come on.”

As slippery as ever, Mello easily ducked out from underneath Matt’s weight, dropping into a squat like a girl from a music video and deftly removing Matt’s full erection from his pants. Briefly sizing it up, he allowed it to sit half an inch from his lips as he looked up from under his eyelashes and asked,

“’Come on’ what?”

“Oh my god, Mello, just suck my dick, fucking ple—ah—“ He dropped the end of his sentence as he hit the back of Mello’s throat, and the low moan that rumbled from Mello’s chest traveled up through Matt, buckling his knees. The brick was digging into his arms now, cracking his nails as he scratched at it.

He cupped the side of Mello’s head, thumb affectionately massaging his temple and brushing his bangs from his eyes. He just wanted to touch him, kiss him, hold him. He wished they were in bed at home so he could lay on top of him and pin him down, to go under a blanket together and stay there, keep him there, somewhere warm, safe, somewhere soft that smelled like his shampoo and not an alley that smelled like piss, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and he was definitely begging for whatever change Mello was willing to spare him.

His hands were running up and down the thighs of Matt’s jeans, long black nails trying to tear through the denim, occasionally catching on the distressed patches and popping a string. Matt couldn’t look away. He was so fucking close. As though he could sense Matt’s enraptured stare, Mello looked up once again, locking eyes as he slowly—oh-so-slowly—pulled Matt’s cock from his mouth with a wet pop, allowing long trails of saliva to connect them and run down his chin. Matt’s abdomen tensed as what remained of his willpower forced his orgasm back. He could come on his face just like this. Mello wouldn’t even have to touch him anymore. His open mouth—he’s just begging for it—

The next thing he knew, Mello was on his feet again, turning his back to Matt and unlacing his own pants, whispering something Matt couldn’t quite make out but didn’t want to risk asking him to repeat. Snaking his arms around Mello’s waist once again, Matt hooked his finger on the ring of Mello’s vest-zipper, dragging it down enough to splay a hand across his bare chest and gently run his nails along its expanse. He wanted to kiss him, but would have to crane Mello’s neck to reach his lips, and didn’t want to risk hurting him.

Managing to work his pants down with record speed, Matt barely had enough time to appreciate Mello’s partially exposed ass before the blonde’s hand is at his hip, pulling him closer.

“We don’t have lube or anything—“

“Shut up. Hurry up.”

Matt can’t help but wonder how Mello can still be so bossy at a time like this, and he tries his best to coat his hand in spit but his mouth is still so dry, and Mello is so impatient—

He starts to slip a finger inside of him, but he’s interrupted by a sharp,

“No.” A hum of pleasure as Matt grabs his hip. “All of it.” Firmly, because he wants it that way. He wants fingerprint-bruises. He wants evidence. Matt’s afraid he’s going to tear him apart, because Mello is small, no matter how large his presence. And he’s certainly not one to brag, but his dick isn’t small. But Mello makes no sound aside from a small, contented sigh as Matt tries to ease inside of him—he watches the black polish chip as fingernails curl up against the brick.

“Is that… okay?” He’s breathing hard and afraid to start thrusting, afraid he’s going to see blood running down the insides of Mello’s thighs.

“Mmm-hmmm…” It’s a half-moan, half-confirmation, and enough encouragement for Matt to begin moving his hips gently, pushing Mello into the brick. He wants to kiss him more than anything. He really doesn’t want to hurt him. He wishes he could see his face. He carefully monitors what profile he can see when he leans in to bite his neck, watching for any sign of discomfort, any sign of anything at all, really, but Mello’s eyes are closed and his expression is impossible to read. As his pace picks up, Mello’s brow furrows slightly, eyelids fluttering—he almost wants to stop but he’s certain Mello would be mad—and so instead he thrusts into him harder, earning an abrupt velvet moan. Mello wants it rough. And if Matt knows one thing it’s that it’s always best to give Mello what he wants.

One of his hands works its way towards the undone laces of Mello’s pants while the other moves to his hair, and on a whim, Matt yanks his head back, craning his neck to kiss him, shoving him into the brick with such sudden force that his exposed chest is scraped bright pink. Mello gasps louder than Matt’s ever heard him gasp and as he pushes his full length inside, he feels the blonde’s knees give out completely, held against the wall by the weight of Matt’s body and the supporting hand on his hip. Mello’s long, breathy orgasm is far more than enough to send Matt over the edge, and he tries to choke back his shaky moans as his body melts but he can’t bite his tongue quickly enough to stop himself.

“I love you,” he whispers, biting the shell of Mello’s ear, holding up his exhausted frame, willing him to feel it too. He doesn’t want to pull out. He doesn’t want them to be apart.

Fingers gently tracing the raw rash on his chest, imprint of the bricks dancing across his sternum, Mello craned his neck back to kiss Matt, and replied,

“I love you too.”

#Matt x Mello #Mello x Matt #YAAAAAY TIME FOR SMUTFIC. #sorry i'll write nasty confessional sex next time guys. i started writing this when club date was winning so. #<- needs to be put down like a dog for writing this

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

Infection control

A Cody Burns gets abducted by aliens fic.

Cody wasn't even aware anything was happening. One moment, he was camping with Frankie and Boulder, painting the night sky and splattering paint on each other. The next, he woke up in a filthy cage surrounded by all kinds of familiar and alien animals.

There was a bot, at least. A yellow and purple one, talking in what Cody recognized as cybex to a computer terminal. It took some effort, but Cody eventually switched on the translator on his comm link.

It was worse than he thought. The bot seemed to be haggling a price out of the unknown caller. He was getting angrier and angrier, finally ending the call with a huff and stomping over to Cody's cage.

"You," he said, practically vibrating with anger. "Are going to get this whole operation shut down. Of course, out of all the places I go to get a test sample of a potential product, it had to be Autobot central. Not only that, you're apparently the offspring of one of the prime's pets. Now, I am way too far away to just shove you in an escape pod and hurl you back into that cursed marble's atmosphere, and, on top of all that, you're a juvenile, which means that everything I do right now is way more illegal then I can get comfortable with." The bot grabbed a sack of some sort of kibble out of a cabinet. "And if you think you're getting any of this, you are sorely mistaken!" He shouted, riling up the animals. The bot portioned out the kibble to each animal, occasionally swapping it with different meats and vegetation.

Cody decided it was best to play dumb for the time being, sitting on the floor of the wire cage. The cage had a mesh bottom, with holes to the sides. After watching the bot use a hose to clear away droppings from the bottom of a similar cage, Cody got a better idea of what he was sitting in. Good thing he was wearing his ratty painting clothes.

He shivered, and he wished he had his warm, heavy jacket. It was being washed, having been dropped off at a dry cleaner specializing in old textiles.

The jacket had been passed down from when his grandpa had been his age, and they literally didn't make them like they used to. It was all real leather, wool, and cotton, and was almost indestructible. What little wear and tear that showed up was almost always fixed with some leather shoe polish or a trip to the dry cleaners or tailor. He knew that his siblings were saving up to get him a new one made by a professional historical tailor when he stopped growing. It would quite possibly cost more than a month of any one of his siblings' salary, but he had proven time and time again growing up that he had a knack for ruining clothes. His signature green t-shirts were bought in bulk from the same uniform company that produced the rescue team's uniforms.

He looked the bot in the eye as he made a big show of skipping his cage.

Too much time passed by before the bot, Swindle, he found out, finally gave him some of that kibble stuff and murky, gritty water. But, it was water, cold, like everything in this place, and he drank every drop he was given, making a face as the grit made a slime on his tongue.

A few of the animals had been sold to various buyers, a few touring the room they were in. One or two seemed interested in him, and Swindle would take him out of the cage and rattle off the same list of attributes associated with humans and, occasionally, make a big show of showing them his feet and hands, particularly his nails, which he had been growing so Frankie could paint his nails.

They had a running gag that Frankie was going to take him to the nail salon in town and get hot pink acrylic nails together. Usually, Frankie just gave him dark green or a color that matched his skin tone so well that the bots thought he had shed them. That was a hilarious conversation to have.

But, no one bought him. Swindle was starting to get frustrated, and when he got in that mood, water was scarce, and food was even scarcer.

Cody was starting to lose hope that he would ever be fed when a loud boom echoed through the ship. He could only stay awake long enough to hear the sound of bolt cutters sniping through the first few wires of the cage before he couldn't stand anymore, and the disgusting cage floor rose up to meet him.

Cody first woke up in too bright room, the sounds of beeping and indecipherable voices in languages he couldn't understand rushing to his ears. He tried to cover them but found that he couldn't do much more than squirm, a soft fabric, half damp against his wet skin, trapped him in a fetal position. He was on his back on a hard surface, a bright light in his eyes as blurry shapes darted around him. A too big hand with - three fingers? Put a gloved hand over his face, giving him relief from the light. He could feel the fabric his arms and legs trapped loosen, and something metal and cold gently pulled his arm out of the fabric wrapping. He felt the pinch of a needle in the crook of his arm and felt the thumb of the gloved hand over his eyes stroke his cheek, wiping away a few tears.

Cody woke up again in a pile of soft blankets, his head pounding. The first thing he felt after the headache started to subside was that he was wearing different clothes. He looked down to see he was dressed in a clean, two-piece garment that seemed to be closed by overlapping panels of stretchy, soft fabric. His nails had little neon rubber caps over them, the surface ridged so he could still pick things up easily.

The lights in the room were dimmed, the walls white. Cody looked down again to see that he had two disconnected IVs still in the back of his left hand and crook of that elbow. He stretched and could feel a few bandages on his shoulders and upper back. He jumped when a panel in his room turned out to be a screen.

Other than a pleasant blue background and a pair of white outlined boxes, the screen was blank. Cody got up from the pile of blankets and wobbled slowly into view of the screen.

As soon as Cody settled into frame, the screen started playing prerecorded audio, with translated captions scrolling slowly off to the side.

"Hello there, Cody. I know you might not be feeling well, so I will keep this brief. If you are here, you were taken by a pet trafficking ring or were exposed to a disease originating from a world known for its pet trade. Of course, you are sentient and will be treated as such. Unfortunately, protocol dictates that you have to serve a mandated equivalent of two earth week quarantine before being returned to Earth. The faction known as the Autobots will be receiving you after the quarantine. Now that the fancy legal stuff is over, I can talk a bit nicer. My name is Dr. Rav'ac. I will be attending quarantine with you along with my two medical students and three nurses. We appear as depicted onscreen."

Cody examen the photo realistic models of each of the aliens. As he suspected, Dr Rav'ac had three fingers on each hand. He was a dusty oranage color and had four legs configured like a spider's underneath him. The medical students were both from his race, while the two nurses, a shorter, many armed blue insectoid and a tall and lanky pale green being that reminded Cody of a giraffe.

"All medications will be dispensed below the screen." Rav'ac continued, pausing to let Cody be distracted by the screen. "and you will be required to take all of them. If something isn't agreeing with you, tell us immediately. We are required by law to take blood and other samples for lab testing. On those days, there will also be a small cup of blue gel. I will tell you now that it is meant to make you feel drowsy, and it includes some very mild painkillers to remove any discomfort. You will still be conscious and should be capable of answering simple questions, but I feel like it is better to know beforehand. You were put under anesthesia when we brought you in due to the fragile state you were in. After passing a basic health exam, we cleaned off the waste that was eating at your skin and got you into a nice climate controlled room to help keep up your body temperature. There is a seated waste disposal directly across from your bedding, and a clean water dispenser right next to it for washing your hands and drinking water. If you want food, just tap the screen and ask, and we will get some for you. Again, if any medicine you take, food you eat, or anything you come in contact with causes a reaction or pain, please notify us immediately through the screen. Do you understand everything i have told you today?"

"Yeah, I think so." Cody said, digesting all that information slowly.

"A transcript of this conversation will be available to you for review on the home screen. I will let you rest for a few days before the first round of mandated tests. For your sake, I hope this is all a waste of time." Rav'ac said solemnly, ending the call.

Cody used the toilet, then curled up in the tangle of bedding. The lights dimmed even lower, and he drifted off to sleep.

Rav'ac had bad news the next morning. An animal that had died on the ship had its autopsy results come back, and it was positive for a bacteria well known for jumping from species to species. A short quarantine had now become a two month enforced stay, with near daily checkups and enough blood and tissue samples to leave Cody constantly a little dizzy. Antibiotics became a constant, and Cody was thankful that the medical staff was more than happy to entertain every little request they could along the way. The gel became obsolete, as Cody was eager enough to get out of quarantine that he almost never put up a fight.

Well, except when they tried to take blood from his head after he blew a vein. He may have tried to bite someone. Who knows? It never made it to official reports.

Luckily, the bacteria never made an appearance, and after one last week of quarantine, Heatwave and Optimus picked him up. Cody wasn't even ashamed of curling up in Heatwave's backseat and crying himself to sleep on the way back to Griffin Rock. He was mobbed by his siblings and dad as soon as Heatwave opened the door. Charlie carried his son to the red couch quietly, tucking his head under his chin and rubbing his youngest's back as the rest of his children piled around him. The five of them fell asleep there, all curled up together. The photo, taken by Optimus before he left, was shared with all their phones the next morning.

Cody practically ripped off the hospital clothes he had been given and snuggled into one of Kade's old t-shirts he had stolen when he was little. He was kinda sad that it was now starting to fit him properly. Old pj shorts were a necessity, along with his jacket and a day off with his whole family, bots included. For once, the island let the family of heroes have their peace, not a single disaster in sight.

#tfrb cody #maccadam #transformers rescue bots

[fandomsnfluff]

mammon & levi tk hcs!!

LOL i actually meant to post this way sooner but my mood has been dropping severely these past couple days and truth be told i'm not back at 100% yet but HERE I FINALLY AM!! i just couldn't help myself from making headcanons about these two, they're probably my favorite brother duo besides the twins 😭

of course, as always, reblogs are appreciated!! c:

( gif source )

i. think it's pretty safe to say we know who's most often the lee and who's most often the ler in this brother relationship LMAO

hint: the lee is levi and the ler is mammon xD

levi is probably mammon's favorite victim. there tends to be SOME kind of roadblock in the way that simultaneously stops mammon from going after one of his other brothers and takes the enjoyment away from tickling them instead. lucifer is...well, he's lucifer, he's terrifying, satan is also quite scary even if you're trying to get him to laugh, the way asmo reacts sometimes rubs mammon the wrong way, beel is way too easily distracted, and tickling belphie in his sleep usually doesn't work very well.

so that just leaves levi. but in all honesty, mammon isn't too mad about it. he finds his brother's reactions extremely humorous and absolutely adorable.

however, since levi tends to fight back both physically and with insults if not tired out enough, mammon decided that whenever he tickles levi, he has no choice but to completely pin his brother down and tickle him until he's crying and breathless and completely weakened. levi takes 5000 damage every time.

in general, though, it's not too difficult to get a rise out of levi at all. he's just so helplessly ticklish that he can't help but just lie there, shrieking with laughter and far too weak to fight back! and the fact that for some reason he's hypersensitive to mammon's touch doesn't help him in the slightest!

mammon merely wiggling his fingers at levi is enough to get him to react; he'll squirm and start giggling before mammon is remotely close enough to strike. mammon will hover over a sensitive spot, twirling his hands around and ever so gently wiggling his fingers against the air over a tickle zone to make his brother contort his body around and squeal and kick out in an attempt to get away! basic moral of the story is that ghost tickles are TORTURE to levi and they instantaneously make him go into panic mode.

it's also especially bad with mammon because he is THE TEASING KING. like seriously whenever he tickles some (especially levi) he alwAYS HAS TO GET VERBAL ABOUT IT. AND HE'LL DO IT WHILE HE'S TICKLING HIM LITERALLY TO DEATH, SPEAKING AS IF HE'S HAVING A CASUAL CONVERSATION WHILE HIS BROTHER HOWLS WITH LAUGHTER. SAVE HIM PLEASE.

"damn, you're still this sensitive, huh?" he teases as he kneads levi's sides, the otaku breathless with howling laughter as he attempts to curl in on himself.

"ooh, i know your feetsies are ticklish too!" he'll say in a goofy tone as he skitters his fingers along the undersides of levi's feet, making him cackle and kick out.

"oh, it'd be such a shame if i got you ... HERE!" he crows as he hovers over levi's stomach before squeezing against his pudge without warning, causing him to shriek with laughter.

"what about under the arms? oh yeah, he loves under the arms!" he'll chuckle as he digs into levi's pits, his laughter going silent as he rolls around helplessly on the ground.

so yeah, moral of the story, lots of teasing and lots of baby talk. and, as we see here, it works WONDERS on levi.

most of the time and after a lot of teasing, mammon will double over in his own laughter though, mainly because he'll end up hitting a bad spot and causing levi to give that hilariously adorable shrieking cackle.

mammon will utilize his secret weapon of verbal teasing as he rapid-fire tickles levi all over. he'll start by getting his sides, then switch to his stomach, then his underarms, then his neck, and even his inner thighs and parts of his knees! within a minute he'll complete the cycle and start all over again! he'll be rambling off like a boss giving instructions to new hires and other employees while his brother is busy screaming with laughter and attempting to weakly squirm away. it's just too damn funny.

levi also has some pudge around his abdomen, and mammon likes to teasingly squeeze it just to make him squeal with laughter. his baby bro makes the cutest giggles when his pudge is targeted!! so of course these miniature attacks tend to turn into large-scale ones where mammon gets at every weak point on his body!

honestly any time mammon finds himself hanging out with levi he has to tickle him in some way. teasing pokes to the sides while he's in the middle of a video game on a portable console? sneaky drags of the fingernails up the sides of his neck while he's watching a scary movie? random tickle attacks when they find themselves in a massive cuddle pile after an exhausting day? mammon is ready to give his brother tickles all day, every day. levi is not safe.

tickling levi until he cries kind of becomes a weekly occurrence in the house of lamentation. seriously levi screams so loud that it can be heard at every corner of the house. it might make asmo mess up a fingernail, cause lucifer to drop his pen on the ground, hell it might even wake belphie up on a good day.

WHICH IS GOOD BECAUSE MERCILESS TICKLES FOR ANY LONGER THAN A MINUTE WILL CAUSE LEVI TO SHRIEK LUCIFER'S NAME FOR HELP. IT WAS SOMETHING HE DID WHEN THEY WERE KIDS WHEN MAMMON WOULD JUST NOT STOP TICKLE-TORTURING HIM. LIKE I SAID BEFORE: PLEASE SAVE HIM.

mammon usually has to tickle levi when he's sitting up in his chair playing a video game, but every so often he'll threaten to get him before sneaking up on him which turns into this massive game of chase. and rip levi because mammon is canonically the fastest demon brother & apparently levi is not the fastest runner and is very out of shape so mammon will have his brother completely pinned in no time before merciless tickles are given to him all over.

levi is usually already laughing from the anticipation of getting tickles, but as soon as mammon gets him, he just. he just screams and gives the hell up. that's it. he'll probably lose his voice within a minute from how intense it is.

thankfully mammon only made levi laugh so hard he peed himself ONCE. JUST ONCE IN THEIR MULTI-THOUSAND YEARS OF LIVING. and as expected it was when they were basically kids and levi already kind had to go to the bathroom, and...yeah, you can probably work out the rest of the details yourself LMAO

but, despite mammon's multiple victories and levi's shyness preventing him from getting revenge just as easily...there have been times when the younger has gotten back at mammon! of course, levi's face is usually the complexion of a tomato when he even tries, but getting to hear his brother's laughter is enough of a reward for him. he KNOWS mammon can dish it out all he wants but can't take it for shit.

90% of the time levi won't seek revenge though, partly because he knows he'll get destroyed tenfold in return and partly because he's too shy to even try

he tends to take part when lucifer is tying up mammon as a punishment and "requests help" from his brothers, when it means just tickling mammon. because he didn't get his older brother in this position himself, he's much less awkward and in fact is more than happy to join the eldest in his sadistic quest.

there was also a point in time where levi had to wake up mammon very quickly, and the only way he could think of to do that was by rapidly tickling against the bottoms of his feet while yelling, "WAKE UP!" of course, poor mammon woke with a start, no idea what the hell was going on and quite a bit grumpy for a while after having been disturbed from his sleep with something like TICKLES, no less.

so yeah. basically, moral of the story is that these two are dorks and i love them and their tickle shenanigans give me a lot of happiness and joy. ruthless, teasy tickle monster mammon to adorable, blushy lee levi is fucking canon. i'm calling it now & there's nothing u can do about it >0>

#obey me! #obey me #obey me headcanons #headcanons #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #noah rambles #cradles them in widdle my arms ..... ;u;

[magnificentpatrolstudent]

they catch y/n dancing 💕💃

aot x reader 

Eren

As Eren approached the door to your apartment, he could faintly hear the music you were blasting from inside the kitchen. He had offered to pick up the takeout you guys ordered from your favorite Indian place that, sadly, doesn’t deliver. He strolled into the kitchen to find you absolutely going insane to Kesha’s “Your Love is My Drug.” You didn’t notice your boyfriend walk in and Eren didn’t announce his arrival. Instead, he watched you while trying to contain his laughter but he couldn’t keep it in for very long. “How long have you been standing there?!” you stood frozen, mortified. “No, keep going!” Eren said as he threw his head back and cackled. He started mimicking your moves and, against your will, laughter escaped your lips and you both spiraled into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. 

Armin 

“Gimme a sec, love. I’ll be right back.” You and Armin had been watching a movie when he suddenly got a phone call. He recently got this fancy new internship and you assumed it was his supervisor calling. Five minutes had already passed and you decided to put on a little music to pass the time and walked to the kitchen to get more snacks. With Khalid’s “Skyline” turned way up on your Airpods, you couldn’t stand still if you tried. Soon you were doing the whole ass choreography from the music video as Armin watched you from the staircase. Mans whips out his phone and starts recording you, wanting to capture the hilariously adorable moment. When you realize he’s watching you, you erupt in laughter and literally run into the other room out of embarrassment. “No sweetie, you were amazing!” he calls while running after you.  

Jean

“Yesss, I love this song,” you said as you jammed out to your phone’s ring tone, not even checking to see who was calling you. “Why isn’t y/n answering her phone?” Jean thought as his eyebrows furrowed together. He could literally hear your phone’s ringtone--NLE Choppa’s “Slut me out” which he picked out for you as a joke but you kept it--playing from the living room. He wanted to ask if you wanted butter or just salt on the popcorn he was making but didn’t want to walk his lazy ass to the living room. When he walked in to see you absolutely busting it down, he doubled over with laughter and joined you. When Jean started trying to twerk, you laughed so hard you actually had to wipe away tears. So much for the movie, you got out your speaker and you guys were now too busy having a dance party.

Connie 

You were at Connie’s place having a Mario Kart tournament. After an hour, Connie got up to use the bathroom and you took it upon yourself to switch out Mario Kart for Wii Sports. After you inserted the disc, the snazzy Wii Sports music filled the room and you didn’t even notice yourself dancing along. When Connie spotted you from the hallway, he ran to his room to grab the disco light. You laughed as he turned the lights on and reached for the remote to turn that shit up. “Ay, since when did the Wii music go this hard?” Connie said as he copied your robot moves. “No idea, but next time we have a party I’m playing this,” you said as grabbed his hand and twirled him around, giggling. 

Levi

Spring was just around the corner so, naturally, Levi recruited you to help him do a deep clean of his already spotless apartment 🙃. Your mans enjoys a silent cleaning sesh, but you needed some music to keep you going so you suggested that you clean the kitchen while he finished up the bathroom. After scrolling through your Spotify for a minute, you clicked on Burna Boy’s “On The Low” and got to wiping the countertop. It started with swaying your hips along to the beat but before long you were giving a whole Beyonce-tier concert. You didn’t hear Levi as he walked into the kitchen and he was literally shocked to see you using the cleaning spray as a microphone and dancing away. When you finally noticed him, you were so startled that you nearly tripped. You both looked at each other in silence for a solid five seconds before you both broke into laughter. “Tch,” Levi suppressed a smile and shook his head, “at this rate this place will never get this place cleaned.”

#aot #snk #aot x reader #attack on titan #eren jeager #armin arlet #jean kirstein #connie springer #levi ackerman #aot fluff #eren x reader #armin x reader #jean x reader #connie x reader #levi x reader #aot scenarios #snk scenarios

[chaosintheavenue]

Design Doc 3: Boulder

Chaos's obsession level: 3/3

I adore the Boulder Dome, so buckle up for a wild ride!

Bio med gel (the stuff inside these bad boys) was invented in the Boulder Dome.

'Those who refuse are put in cold sleep, using technology the original Dome scientists developed to aid space travel'- I've said it before but I'll say it again: Outer Worlds much?

This might be my British ass underestimating the size of the US, but it's always seemed utterly outrageous to me that it took Agnes and co a year to travel from California (let's assume Shady Sands or the Boneyard) to Boulder.

So, allegedly the Boulder scientists picked up on broadcasts from Denver, but ignored them because they were afraid of being attacked by 'diseased people'? My siblings in VB, YOU are the diseased people here.

Wagner from Denver makes a daring cameo appearance.

'Presper was able to talk everyone into a conference via video monitor' Zoom calls canon. I don't make the rules.

What does Presper consider Goddard responsible for? My best guesses would be a) The Plaguening of the scientists (which I believe was an accident and not Presper's intent) and/or b) The deaths of some of the scientists during the journey to the Dome.

There were mini quests planned that sound a whole lot like the 76 daily quest Ecological Balance.

We have our first mention of nutrient paste.

On how designers should express the overall feel and tone of their area to the audio team: 'Emote if necessary. Do interpretative dance. I don't fucking care'. This may or may not have been present in the last two documents, but it tickled me this morning.

Presper calling the Jackals 'humanitarians' is peak comedy to me.

The nutrient paste is the only food they have?!

Interesting difference between my lore and design doc lore. Officially, the interior of the Boulder Dome is very brightly lit, but in my version, all non-essential lighting is meticulously switched off to conserve power.

And now the design doc is mildly contradicting itself re: why the scientists wear environmental suits. It's definitely intended to be because they have the New Plague first and foremost, not because of the broken air filtration.

'Check for emergencies and task list'- I swear, these scientists are just playing real-life Among Us.

Who or what is Bedhead?

The original Think Tank appears. I find it equally adorable and hilarious that they want to 'taste' things like Nuka Cola and Mentats by having them dropped into their tank.

The doc is now claiming that the Prisoner was intended to be a vault dweller? Nah, no thanks.

Goddard's little Drama section is titled 'Angry Authority' lol.

The Daughter of Hecate living with the Jackals is literally called 'Crazy Bitch'.

I absolutely love how it's made abundantly clear that Goddard is irreversibly bald, just to make sure the Prisoner doesn't get any ideas of delegating the Jackals problem to him.

Goddard's terminal login is Sisyphus jhgfdfgh.

It's now been specifically pointed out twice that characters here don't smile much. Welp, can't say I blame 'em...

Saw a throwaway mention of Isaac Gant's armor and squealed. This is what I've been reduced to. God help us all when I get to doc 7...

The Robobrains subtly attempting to self-destruct despite their programming is sad.

There's bits of the Denver design document duplicated in here. Pretty sure the quest section was copied across as a template. If I had a penny for every time I've had to read about getting the brewery units working again...

I knew I didn't invent the name 'Nutripaste'!

Podunk, Colorado is back again in another copy-pasted segment.

Ending slides time. Most of these are fucking bleak. Poor Xian...

I find it intriguing that there was an ending slide for a ghoul victory.

#chaos reads the vb docs

[revolutionaryfiction-is-pain]

Les Misérables London West End 2022-2023 Cast:

Jon Robyns as Jean Valjean:

I really loved Jon as JVJ, his performance was so dynamic and powerful. Probably one of the best JVJ’s in terms of acting ability - he was amazing throughout. The looks and head movements he gave towards Javert were hilarious: he was done with everything Javert was doing. When Javert entered the hospital the look was basically the definition of ‘dude! She’s dying! Not the time!’. He also had amazing vocals (not my favourite this year) but his bring him home was beautiful. The main part of his performance, like I previously said, was the acting.

David Thaxton as Javert:

Amazing Javert. His performance of Stars was just incredible. His acting performance throughout scenes was the perfect mix of intimidating and authority. His soliloquy was so well acted. He mixed speaking a singing with I adored. He also had a softness about him that ran along the sternness and it was confusingly good. His chemistry with Jon Robyns was perfect - they worked the best as a pair compared to other performances I’ve seen this year. Their fight scenes were great.

Ava Brennan as Fantine:

She had such beautiful rich low tone that maintained a youthfulness to it which was just incredible. Her acting was also really good although I think she could have explored the physicality of Fantine a bit more as some parts were very stationary with just facial expressions. But overall one of my favourite performances this year.

[does anyone know why the fantine dress has changed again???!!!!!]

Nathania Ong as Eponine:

The best vocals I’ve literally ever heard live in anything ever (and that’s saying something since I’ve heard Bradley Jaden’s Soliloquy which was mind shatteringly good). Her performance personified acting with intent. Everything she did had a purpose and it gave such a realistic refreshing dynamic performance. Her on my own was the best vocal performance of anyone this year no matter the role. My favourite thing was when she switch to a hopeful childlike tone on the word “happiness” in on my own, before switching immediately back to anger. She played such a dark Eponine who felt caught up in everything but still separate which adored so much.

Benjamin Karran as Marius (1st cover):

Beautiful low vocals, but I did think that his high notes needed some work in terms of darkening the sounds as they sometimes came across screechy. I loved his characterisation though, it was a wonderful blend of annoying and adorable which made enjolras’ frustration understandable. Overall he was a really easy to watch Marius.

Lulu-Mae Pears as Cosette:

Cosette personified. Pure and utter beauty, are the only ways to describe her performance. She had beautiful high notes with no effort or over done vibrato. Her character was so bouncy and energetic and youthful, and she made you just fall in love with cosette as a character. She had such a youthful personality without being overly innocent and was exactly how I envisioned cosette from reading the book. Probably the most enjoyable cosette I’ve seen in a long while.

Gerard Carey as Thènardier:

Pure raucous chaos throughout all his scenes. I’ve seen him multiple times performing with both casts this year and his master of the house with the new cast was just perfection: so much gusto and obnoxiousness. Just amazingly crazy character and vocals.

Josefina Gabrielle as Madame Thènardier:

She was so funny. Comedic timing was perfect and the way she played with her voice to add emphasis and accents on different phrases and words was just wonderful.

Jordan Shaw as Enjolras:

From clips I’ve seen of him, I didn’t go into the theatre expect me to like his performance; but it was probably my favourite all round performance of enjolras this year - high praise coming from some so obsessed with the character. Yes, there were times when his vocals weren’t my favourites but his voice blended so well with the ensembles and the way he acted was so clear and passionately beautiful. He had a wonderful idealistic sensitivity to him and because of that his vocal didn’t matter as they fit the character as whole so well. Would love to go and see him again!

Bart Lambert as Grantaire:

One sentence…

Depressed teletubbie got drunk and ate too much sugar…

Hilarious performance of grantaire with so much bouncy energy (I could totally see his R and Lulu-Mae’s cosette being friends). He was serious when he needed to be but when he didn’t he fully explored the light hearted side of R. There’s was a nice bond between him and Gavroche and he had a heartbreaking reaction to Gav’s death. Because I was close to the stage I could hear him whispering stuff like ‘he’s just a kid’ and ‘no no no’ while cradling gavroches body. He was also so careful when laying gav down and took so long to arrange his body with so much care. Unlike Steven Hall and Connor Jones his vocals were very sung and didn’t have as much grit to them, which I loved because it matched the playful energy he had. My only criticism is that he didn’t have the best chemistry with marius but that maybe due to Benjamin being on and having not had a chance to develop it yet.

Cameron Burt as Feuilly:

He had an absolutely wonderful performance and worked so well with Jordan Shaw as Enjolras. His vocals were also very strong: well pronounced and not over sung. I desperately need to see him on as Enjolras as he’s a cover for that role.

Overall opinion on whole cast:

The ensemble was wonderful: I do think they need a bit more time to properly gel seamlessly but overall they did work well together. It was a very level overall good performance with no one being significantly better than anyone else so it felt very complete. The stupid barricade still annoys me but I’m growing to like the new production more and more as I go to see it. I don’t think it will ever be as good as the previous one but when you have a good cast and know the show well it’s not the end of the world.

#les miserables #les mis #grantaire #les misérables #les amis #enjolras #marius #jean valjean #eponine #cosette #gavroche #feuilly #les mis west end

[plothooksinc]

7 and 15 for the ask meme! Also you've already said it for yourself, but I want you to know the shaft scene of Underdark lives in my head rent-free. Everything from the moment the train lights pass overhead to the moment Mikey has to climb back out of the shaft with Leo tied to his back. That's like a chapter and a half, I'm sure 50% sure, but I remember like it's been painted on my memory.

me, the author, typing away: oh god this is so STRESSFUL I wonder what happens next

Glad that's someone else's favourite ♥

7. What’s a trope you love to write?

Too many to count. I know I definitely round back to the same ones a lot, but I think the one I love to write (because now that I think about it I do this a lot lmao) it's > take hero and handicap in some way (whether literally or he's just out of his depth) > hero gets underestimated > hero proceeds to think outside the box and kick your ass with whatever improvised tactic comes to hand Because I LOVE ME SOME INTELLIGENT CHARACTERS and I do this in just about everything, and it may be a direct response to being tired of watching otherwise competent characters get damselled and lie around helpless when they really shouldn't be. (The flip side is if I actually do damsel someone they are fucked up to a level where they Literally Cannot and they will probably fight all the way down to that level because it's the only way to stop my brain from going "but they could do this and--")

I first did that with Kenshin in Tanabata Jasmine, where the bad guys broke his collarbone and took his sword away and he proceeded to have a fight with first a chair leg and then a bowl of rice, so. Kaoru was thinking outside the box the entire time when she was being a small time hacker sliding her way into one of the Top 5 Scariest Zaibatsu In Existence in Zaibatsu Project. That was fun. The list continues from there. I guarantee you this is coming in No Rest For The Weary. A lot. I like underdog fights and impossible odds with inspired badassery. (I also do this in RP a lot, boy Nami did a lot of improv fighting in Luceti.)

15. Are there words, phrases, mannerisms or scenes you tend to use a lot?

OH I SEE HOW IT IS, MY BETA CALLING ME OUT-- jkjk. Um, yes. Mostly Said-Bookisms, which I keep a tight eye on these days because I want to describe tone for every piece of dialogue someone writes and it's Not Necessary. But I'm fond of people speaking mildly and dryly and I like injecting life into conversations but boy it's sure easy to go Too Far with that, so. I also abuse the em dash like many authors and because my usual MO is to switch between Third Person Limited, the passages often have a lot of disconnected thoughts as they start thinking about something else or something happens, so. There are a lot of paragraphs that end with -- and then they sidetrack.

I bet there are phrases that I use a lot. One is 'white-knuckled' which is unfortunate because I'm currently talking about a bunch of kids with green skin and I already noticed I just absently used that in the very first chapter of NRFTW whoops. Also, hilariously, I'm pretty sure I've used the sentence 'He Slept' on its own a few times lately, irony of that story title. I often finish chapters/sections with a very short tl;dr sentence, lmao.

And scenes-- I try my best not to repeat on these, but apparently Mikey and Leo snoozing in bed together is gonna be a repeat theme. Characters waking up confused b/c of concussions and/or drugs and/or Bits of Black Ice Programs Trapped In Their Heads. Bizarrely, I have also written two boardroom scenes in which the protag has to face a bunch of murderous capitalists and outwit them on a verbal scale. The fact that that one occurred twice was not intentional and is a source of great amusement to me.

Thank you!

Fanfic Writer Ask game here.

#ask meme #nekotsuki #rottmnt #rurouni kenshin #tmnt #@shadowbends

[presumenothing]

Shenshen Jukebox 82 and 144!

(shenshen jukebox!!)

#82: 可它爱着这个世界 + just like fire

*pterodactyl screech* this performance. THIS PERFORMANCE!! literally what is there not to love about it

shenshen getting to perform his own song to such a big audience

his!! song!!

bilibili absolutely slaying it as usual with the stage design there is no such thing as Too Extra we stan the commitment

idk what's going on with that fringed blouse but it's always hilarious when the wardrobe team officially acknowledges the one-side-longer habit

the entire bridge of 可它 is so soft and magical aaaaaa

(not actually performance-related but the bilibilli mascots suddenly cheering in the crowd always make me snicker)

the abrupt tone switch as the stage rose akdsfjsdfj my fav kind of fan interaction: getting scolded

i've lost my marbles over just like fire more than once already but once again for good measure, Holy Shite

the one-leg bouncy spin because he apparently cannot be uncute even while doing this song

that absolutely feral 怒音 moment right before the second chorus

THE ENDING NOTE

also he is just visibly having so much fun and i am always Here for that

#144: 跳舞的月光

absolutely loved this one right off the bat from the first time i heard it! the combination of strong beats with the overall chill vibe is great, the random drops(?) in the final chorus adds a nice texture, and i'm pretty sure this song also counts towards the "using his voice as an entire instrument in itself" tally haha. plus the cover and mv are both 10/10 aesthetic!! definitely my genre

#shenshen jukebox!! #zhou shen #music #asks #long post #the bili one coming up on shuffle is an active hazard to my well-being because i immediately have to repeat it at least three more times #it's SO good