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yorshie · 7 months
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Hello, fellow raccoon here 🦝 If it’s not too much trouble, could you write about sharing a bed for the first time with the Bay!verse turtles?
Ah! Another raccoon! Thank you for the request, I had a lot of fun writing this one! I went with head canon style.
Bayverse x reader, SFW other than bedshare, set in 2023 so turtles are 24-25
Tags: @jackalope-in-a-storm @tmnt-tychou
MICHELANGELO
This sweet turtle got his nest all ready when he heard you were finally spending the night. Brought in your favorite snacks, hunted down all his extra pillows from around the Lair, and restocked his mini fridge in case you got thirsty.
So when the time finally came and you go drop your bag off in his room, there is not a free spot to be found. His bed is a mountain of pillows and blankets, the small coffee table shoved in front of his tv has everything from pizza, microwavable food, and what looks like three different flavors of cookies piled on top of it.
Not gonna lie, its a bit intimidating. You might even have faltered, if sunshine boi wasn't right behind you with your toiletry bags, happy go lucky energy rubbing off until it felt like the spotlight wasn't directly on you.
the rest of the night is spent in typical Mikey fashion, a.k.a. a game and movie marathon. His brothers occasionally wander past his open door to say hello and to see what the two of you are up to. They might have a bet running on how much Mikey smothers you and how long you'll allow it. Even Splinter is in on it, thought the old rat refrains from making an appearance so his youngest doesn't feel like he's doing something wrong. He wants to marry his sons off eventually, after all.
When you eventually get tired and it's time to delve into the towering abyss of pillows that have taken over his bed, Mikey's territorial side makes an appearance. The door gets shut and locked to avoid anyone that might think it's a good idea to pull a prank (none of his brothers would but Mikey is paranoid because he is the prankster), and he wastes no time diving in after you for some cuddles.
oh. ok, maybe there's too many pillows, because now he can't find you! He's lost his significant other! Cue a mini chase where most of his bounty ends up in the floor in his search. You are not getting out of cuddles. No amount of wiggling or hiding will save you.
the actual cuddling is quite nice. Mikey's warm and his bicep makes for an excellent pillow. He likes to lay face to face, with your head tucked under his chin, limbs entangled and churring up a storm that you knew would have his brothers wincing in second hand embarrassment if they ever heard all the turtley noises he made when it was just the two of you.
He definitely snores, though. And farts in his sleep. Fact of life, don't get mad, because we all do it sometimes, most of us just aren't a mutated turtle man with a noxious gut fueled by pizza and sour patch kids. Dutch oven him with his own farts as payback.
in the morning you'll definitely wake up first, though as soon as you start to move Mikey will be alert. Call it sixth sense, but all the turtles are hyper aware of their own personal spaces and who's in them. I hope you weren't planning on getting an early start that morning, because now that Mikey's awake he's ready to continue the movie that you getting sleepy paused the night before. While getting more cuddles and eating breakfast in bed, of course.
LEONARDO
he internally started creating lists as soon as you accepted his sleepover proposal. Panics a little and moved the date once to make sure his sheets are washed the day before. Everything in his space has to be perfectly so. If someone interupts his cleaning and prepping, they better expect to have their head bitten off. Will have a literal panic attack if you arrived early.
You, of course, notice nothing out of place when he presents his room for your inspection. Yes, you read that right. This turtle will practically sweat as he waits for your verdict on whether the nest is good enough. No, he doesn't realize what he's doing. If you pick up on it don't tell him or else he might start panicking again.
The two of you will actually not spend too much time besides sleeping in his room, most of your time will be hanging out in the main living area. This serves two purposes: as the eldest Leo wants you to get along with all his brothers, and two, the thought of his bothers coming by his room to say hi to you absolutely drives is reptile brain crazy. So you'll eat and hangout with everyone else, and try not to laugh at the subtle teasing you know your turtle is going through with the whispered jokes and laughter that seem to stop every time you turn around.
When it gets late enough and everyone starts peeling off to do their own thing, you'll have to let Leo know you are ready to go lay down. Hilarious if you think He's going to suggest it's time to head to bed to you, he's trying his hardest not to think of the words "you" and "nest - BED! he meant bed!" in the same sentence.
when you finish your nighttime routine and make your way back to Leo's room, don't be surprised to find him on a makeshift pallet on the floor. There is no way you couldn't have seen this coming, but don't worry, there's an easy fix. Simply get in his bed, close to the wall, and start shivering. Loudly. Ham it up. In no time flat you'll have a turtle sneaking up next to you to keep you warm, though at first he will be hesitant. Cuddling you in the privacy of his own room with the expectation of sleep is very different from just chilling with you.
despite Leo trying to be a gentleman during the beginning, leaving you a bit of space and trying his hardest not to crowd you, by an hour in he will be wrapped around you. As he slowly gets tipped closer and closer to the edge of sleep, the more loose he will become. And once he gives in and gets used to the cuddles, he will never want to stop.
He clicks and chirps in his sleep sometimes. You woke up thinking there was a baby bird or something in the room, only to discover the high pitched noises were coming from him, before he transitions into deeper churrs from his chest right in front of your eyes. If you keep very still and quiet he might not wake up, but he will be traumatized if he does and discovers he makes these noises
There is very little chance of you waking in the morning before Leo. This turtle gets up early, but maybe just for today he can slip back next to you, after morning training, just to feel close to you for a bit longer. When you wake up you could just spend the morning talking, he won't mind being lazy as long as it's with you
You'll most likely be the one making breakfast if the other brothers aren't up yet, as Leo is banned from making anything other than tea or using the strict guidelines Mikey placed next to the microwave. But, he is an excellent sous chef, and after you're both fed he will be quick to suggest an activity so the two of you can hang out longer. Just know he's already weighing his chances of getting you to spend the next night as well.
DONATELLO
Dee had about 50 reminders set in the days leading up to your first sleepover, and a mental list he was practically grappling with in between projects. Anytime he'd focus on what was coming up too much, the butterflies would start going haywire in his stomach and he was likely to drop whatever it is he's holding at the time
Needless to say, he was in a bit of a panic by the time you showed up. Technically speaking, logically speaking, he knew his bed and room where both clean. And he knew you liked spending time with him, so why the anxiety? Why the nerves? He's so nervous, he doesn't even realize you've arrived, moved around his habitual pacing to set your bag on his bed, and now you're simply watching him with fond curiosity.
He shrieks when he finally notices you. Practically has a heart attack and knocks over at least four stacks of meticulously arranged cds and various technological components. Eventually joins in your laughter after he's calmed down enough to see the humor in the situation.
Just this once, Donnie has cleared his timetable of various projects to focus soley on you. That isn't to say that before he's blown you off or ignored you, but by now you are well aware how hard he has to work to contain his wandering mind, al lthe little tips and tricks he uses to keep his focus on the here and now and not bouncing from idea to idea.
The two of you will not be spending too much time out in the main area. The time it takes the two of you to procure dinner is more than enough brotherly interaction for the tall turtle. Not to mention, it turns almost awkward as the other's try desperately to not make prolonged eye contact with anyone else. They learned a long time ago not to tease the brother that controls all their devices and the access to the wifi.
Once Donnie and you are comfortable back in his room, the true hang out will begin. You'll play rock-paper-scissors to pick a movie, Donnie always lets you win, but he gets to pick the music that plays in the background. If you want, he'll access his computer and set up the program to make the lights in his room dance to the beat. Curled up in his arms, it is the easiest place to fall asleep, surrounded by fluttering lights that mimic being underwater.
Donnie may not actually sleep, but he stays with you the entire night. If you wake at all it might be to the idle scratching of pen on paper as he writes, his hand moving in your hair or along your back, or to his soft breaths caught in a light doze, a soft churr rumbling in his chest. If you're also the type to burn the midnight oil, you both might stay up talking long enough that the morning slowly creeps up on you before you both pass out.
Splinter often stops by the Lab in the morning on his way to meditate, if only to wrap a blanket over his son's shoulders and move his glasses to a safe spot. It's an ingrained habit, so much so that it doesn't even register that you spent the night until he quietly opens the door. He takes on look at the two of you holding each other close, and turns away with a smile.
Dee can cook, but most likely he'll order from the diner one block above their preferred manhole cover, and the two of you will sneak out for eggs, bacon and pancakes before secreting it away in his room so you don't have to share.
RAPHAEL
If the two of you are close enough for a sleepover, Raph is going to be the calmest of his brothers about you being in his personal space. Sure, he'll clean up, make sure all his dirty clothes are in his hamper and all the drawers actually shut on his dresser, but don't expect much in the way of fanfare.
He doesn't care where you wanna hang out in the evening, as long as you're comfortable. If you're out in the Lair proper however, get ready for some brotherly jockeying. Mikey almost can't help teasing Raph about having a guest over for the night, but the bigger brother will take it in stride as long as its only Mikey. Donnie tends to stay out of the limelight when it comes to teasing, but you better hope Leo doesn't so much as raise an eye ridge in Raph's direction. To be fair, the blue turtle is likely only drawing attention to how soft for you Raph is, but the two of them earning a trip to the Ha'shi might put a bit of a damper on the sleepover.
Leo's right though, Raph is completely soft for you. You want something to eat? He'll go get it for you without even a huff. You want popcorn for the movie? He'll bring back soda as well. You ask how much he can bench? He'll toe the line between showing off and making sure he can actually handle the weight. You neck hurts from having to crane around him to watch the movie? He'll lay on the ground and let you splay across his shell. You blink at him and sleepily ask to be carried? You're already up in his arms before you can even finish the sentence.
When it comes time to sleep, Raph will insist you take the inside of the bed, close to the wall, but he's thought ahead and gotten you your own pillow so you don't have to share with him. Yes, technically its from Mikey's room, but don't worry he disinfected it with a shit-ton of Lysol and Frebreze and washed the cover. This doesn't mean he doesn't want to cuddle, but of all the things Raph understands in his life, the very first few are the difference in size between the two of you, just how much he weighs, and how strong he is. So he'll tuck you against the wall and lay out on his stomach in one of the few positions that makes it hard for him to tip over. There's just enough room between the lip of his shell and the mattress for you to slot yourself against him, and he'll take the opportunity to slide his arm around your waist and bury his snout in your hair.
He'll hold you there throughout the night, breath slow and even. If you wake, be prepared that any movement will rouse him. He can't exactly help it, and he tries not to make you feel guilty over it, but you can always make out the green shine of his eyes peering down to make sure you are ok before he drifts back off again.
This turtle churrs sometimes in his sleep, but it's not the cute or soothing churr of contentment. No, someone parked a diesel engine in his man and is revving it like he's driving up an inclined gravel mountain road. The only way to get him to stop is to poke the thin strip of skin along his side, repeatedly, until he snorts and shifts. 50/50 chance the shifting will stop the churring. If not, you'll have to repeat the process.
In the morning, he'll dip before you wake, and come back to the room with warm pastries and whatever he's seen you drink in the morning. If you want your breakfast right away however, you might have to bribe him with turtle smooches as he tries to steal back his spot and catch up on the cuddles he's missed being a good boyfriend. Yes, he's holding you hostage, unless you want to try climbing over him. You might succeed if you make him laugh.
At some point in the day, after breakfast and whatever morning routine you keep, Raph will ask you what you want to do. If you want to go home, decompress, he'll take you home, but if you want to stay again and hang out some more you'll get to see the sweetest, softest smile break across his face.
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inevesgf · 2 months
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LOVER BOY ⠀,⠀ george clarke.
synopsis ✩ what it’s like dating george clarke!
warnings: mentions of sexual behavior.
authors note: i have had so much muse and inspiration to write for george recently. love our silly guy so bad! i also have tried to write more sexual content for my thirsty folks out there so i hope it lives up to expectations. arthur next ;)
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• love language is either gift giving or psychical touch!
• is the type of boyfriend that will randomly pick up things from the shop for you without you even asking.
• “want anything?” “no, i’m alright.” and then he comes back with your favorite snacks and a stupid little trinket.
• a big lover of hugs from behind + adds little kisses on your neck and shoulders when he does.
• will not let you be the big spoon ever, im sorry mates.
• he always has to be the big spoon. i have a feeling he definitely likes feeling like the more masculine person in the relationship.
• but LOVES to lay his head in your lap and let you play with his hair.
• kisses your thighs sometimes when he does because he knows it gives you butterflies.
• leaves hickeys there where only he can see them.
• doesn’t mind pda, but doesn’t overdo it. when youre out he will hold your hand and put his arm around your waist, but isn’t one to kiss you in public unless it’s an appropriate moment.
• his go to nicknames for you are probably “darling” and “love”, he’s pretty simple.
• likes to be dominant in bed, but also doesn’t mind when you ride him and pull on his hair slightly.
• always sends you the stupid black cat and white cat memes, but they are so accurate.
• loves when you tag around with his friends. bonus points if you do content creation, he likes when you all film together.
• he jokes about loving arthur(tv) more than he loves you, so you joke about also loving arthur more than you love him! have to keep that shit even
• but at the end of all the jokes he knows he loves you more than anything and you appreciate him the same.
• probably a jealous boyfriend though, wont lie.
• not in like a “don’t ever look at her!” way, but in a “im gonna give you hickeys all over your neck to show you’re mine” kind of way 🤭.
• secretly a massive sweetheart though.
• if you ever come home wasted from a night out with friends, he will clean you up and help you get changed.
• “you take such good care of me😌” and he just starts laughing about how absolutely GONE you are.
• and in the morning when you’re suffering from a horrible hangover he will bring you water and little snacks while you rest!
• might not be the best cook, but will attempt to cook your favorite foods on little date nights.
• even if it goes terribly wrong, you still appreciate it nonetheless.
• falls under golden retriever category alongside chris and ginge of course!
• super super giddy when you get home from wherever and he just gets to spend the rest of the night with you.
• dare i say baby i’m yours - arctic monkeys cover is the song you listen to and think of him.
• the type of boyfriend to wake you up at 4am to go watch the sunrise from a hilltop or the beach.
• love’s spontaneous little adventures like that!
• definitely books little trips on short notice just to surprise you.
• always always up for an adventure. you two have definitely faced your fears together with activities like rock climbing, bungee jumping, etc.
• prefers to go out for dates rather than stay in, but loves to have a lazy night with you where you two watch films and have snacks.
• would be hesitant to raise a dog or cat with you due to the responsibility, so he’d settle for a lil fish.
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spacecowboyhotch · 25 days
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The Dead Horse
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summary: santi brings you back to reality.
pairing: fem!black!reader x santi garcia
contents: angst & fluff— happy ending, canon typical violence, blood, gore, ptsd, depression, feelings of hopelessness, friends to lovers, kissing
wc: 2,419
an: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now bc of nerves, but always wanted to write Santi with a black love interest. planning to dip my toe into that pool more in the future 🥰
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You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting here like this. It could be minutes, hours, even days. In these four walls beneath the shower’s spray, there is nothing that matters. Not even you, not anymore. And while you’re usually the first to be cheery, to tell each of the guys that the work they do— the work you all do together— doesn’t compromise the goodness you see in their hearts, you’re having a hard time believing that right now.
Not with what you’d done. It was to survive, and while you’ve come to terms with how scary you could be in the past you thought it stayed there.
In the past.
Tonight had proven to you that you could always access that piece of you. That terrifying piece that was a killing machine. The emphasis doesn’t lie in efficiency, but in ruthlessness. You had shown no mercy, the switch for empathy and compassion turned off as soon as your hindbrain decided that it was fight or flight. Dormantly thirsty, lurking in the shadows waiting for its time, it chose to fight. But you had gone a step too far—like always— because of your lack of control.
You were messy, enjoying the cutting of thick flesh, the warmth of the blood as it sprayed you. The copper smell, so familiar and embarrassingly comforting, though you didn’t have the mind to think that now, not when you were exposing the pink underbelly of a corpse.
Santi’s been pacing the hallway since you all made it back to the safe house. He’d tried to chat you up on the way home with no success. You wouldn’t meet his eye, and when he drew nearer to catch your gaze it was empty. It chilled his blood. He wasn’t sure of what exactly happened in that room you’d gotten ambushed in but he’d seen the aftermath. Recalling the image of standing over one too many dead bodies, a gleam in your eye had made his stomach curl. He’d smoothed his hand over your knee and left it at that, trying his best to banish all the red and pink and white.
It’s been an hour since you’d stumbled into the bathroom. He can hear the shower still going when he puts his ear to the door and sighs, a mix of frustrated and concerned. He’s not sure what to do– he’s never had to take care of you before. He’s always been grateful for that given all the fondness he has for you bubbling just beneath. Any acknowledgement could jeopardize too much– missions, the dynamic of the team, and most importantly your friendship.
“You alright in there?” He calls softly through the door.
He’s met with silence. He rolls his neck, cursing beneath his breath as his mind goes back and forth, trying to decide what to do.
“Just go in there and check on her,” Frankie says from behind him, causing the other man to flinch. “Didn’t mean to scare you. You alright?”
“I’m fine,” Santi assures Frankie, leaning against the wall to face the man. He nods at the door. “She could be naked.”
Frankie snorts, shrugging. “She’s seen all of us at least half naked and well, Benny—“
Santi quickly cuts him off, trying to keep the sour jealousy out of his voice. He knows that there’s nothing going on between you and Benny, that Benny is as much of a flirt as he is but sillier and less concerned with his image. “But we haven’t seen her. I don’t— I’m a dog but I’m a respectful one.”
“If she’s gonna get help from anybody on this it’d be you. She trusts you man.”
Santi looks at him like he’s grown two heads but feels a little warm, “She trusts all of us, kind of a prerequisite of living and working with a group of men.”
“It's different with you. You should hear the way she talks about you when you’re not around.”
Santi almost lets himself think about it. Almost lets himself dream a little. Almost.
“Or see the way she looks at you when you’re not looking. Like a lost fucking puppy,” Benny pipes in, breezing down through the hallway between the two of them.
“Don’t sound so concerned, Benjamin,” Santi calls after the man, mouth quirking into a grin.
“Don’t look so smug, Santiago,” Frankie teases.
“I’m not smug,” He denies. He decides to go in, okay with being kicked out by you if it means that Frankie will be gone, done poking and prodding at what the man must know is his heart.
“Good luck.”
Santi murmurs a quiet thanks before slowly entering the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He stands, frozen in place for several moments as he digests the sight of you. It's heartbreaking. His chest goes tight, and he curses softly again. What could he do for you? He’d do anything, but he’s just not sure what. He feels helpless seeing you like this. He could burn this entire city, burn anyone who would look at you wrong. Hell, he’d burn the entire world if it meant some warmth would come back into your eyes.
You’re curled up, your arms resting atop your knees, head resting to stare forward. Your curly hair that usually frames your face is completely soaked like the rest of you, flat and sticking to your face in various places. He knows that your eyes are unseeing, that you’re so incredibly removed from yourself because you make no indication that he’s stepped into the room.
“I’m gonna come sit beside you, okay? That’s it. No words,” Despite his words he stays where he is for a handful of seconds, hoping to get some sort of answer from you. You don’t speak a word, don’t utter or sound or so much as look in his direction. But you do shift slowly, making more room for him underneath the water.
“Fuck, it’s freezing,” He grits out, drawing close enough to you that your shoulders rest flush against each other.
He gazes over at you, noticing the way the water glimmers on your brown skin. The way its collected on your dark eyelashes. If these were different circumstances maybe for just a handful of seconds he’d let himself get lost in your beauty. But then you acknowledge him– sort of. You hum softly and the leaning of your head on his shoulder. It's a good sign and he relaxes beside you.
“Do you want me to shut it off?” He asks gently, reaching out to take your hands into his. Your fingers are cold as ice, and he rubs at them in a futile attempt to generate some heat.
“No, please. No,” You beg hoarsely, suddenly springing to life. You grip at his hands desperately, eyes wide with panic as you finally meet his gaze.
“Alright, hush, cariño, I’ve got you. C’mere, baby,” He shushes you, pulling you into his arms and flush against him.
At little more present in the moment, you feel the chill registering. You curl up, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. There’s still some warmth in his skin and you press into it, letting the sound of his steady breath lull you back into a dissociative state.
Santi holds you for an undetermined amount of time. He runs his hands up your back, over the crown of your hair, feeling the difference of how your curls feel when wet. His hand drifts to your chin, and he leans away, tipping your head up.
“Honey, you’ve gotta talk to me,” He whispers.
Your dark eyes have a little more life to them, but that’s only amplified the sadness they hold. “Santi, I can’t. I can’t. Don’t make me, please.”
“I have to, you can’t stay like this. We’ve got to get it out in the open.”
“Like you do?” You challenge– your voice distinctly unkind, harder than he’s ever heard it before. His brow furrows and guilt blossoms inside of you. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. This just fucking sucks, Santiago. Its all wrong again.”
“Tell me what’s wrong and we’ll fix it.”
“There’s no way we can fix it. I’m just broken. I’ll always be haunted by her. She’ll always be here, waiting for an opportunity for that.”
“You preach that shit to me and the guys. Day in and day out. Every mission, and you don’t believe it?”
“I do— I did. I believe it for you. For them. You’re good people, Santi. Good men, all of you. You take care of me.”
“You take care of us, honey. Fish hangs on your every word. Will too. Benny is well— Benjamin.”
“And you?”
He shrugs, “You know I gave into this a long time ago. Before we even met. No other way for me to be.”
“Do you believe me?”
“I try to. I want to. There are parts of me too that I don’t like. I want them gone. I rip them up and bury them but they always come back to haunt me. I don’t think that means I’m not trying to be better, but it means I’ll never be the man I want to be.”
You frown at him, concerned, “Santi—“
“It’s okay. I accepted that after the first tour. Sometimes you gotta let the horse be dead.”
“Do you think my horse is dead?”
There’s no room for his ego, no room for hiding when he hears the blatant fear in your question.
He rests his head back against the wall, murmuring, “I think you’re the sweetest thing this earth has to offer.”
“You think so?”
“Bouncing around with your curls, and your sweet little smile. Kicking Benny’s ass with grace while you’ve got a cake in the oven. You should see yourself with Frankie’s little girl.”
“Seems like you watch me a lot,” You suggest softly.
“I watch you all the time,” He admits, but there’s no shame in his voice. In fact you can see resolve in his eyes, and possessiveness. A chill runs down your spine and it’s not from the water. Santi mistakes it for that anyway. “Let me turn this off for us?”
He’s still asking. Still checking in with you though there’s much more light in your eyes.
“Yeah, okay.”
Santi leans up and turns off the shower, letting out a sigh of relief. He runs his hands over your wet curls, pushing them away from your forehead. His thumbs swipe your cold cheeks, brushing away some of the water droplets.
Without that steady sound of the shower, sheets cascading down on you, you both are feeling a little more exposed.
“I came in here to make sure you were alright, not spill my fucking guts. I just had to take care of you,” He says, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant.
“You can always take it back,” You say teasingly, though most of you expect him to bite at your offer.
He’s said much more in these last few minutes than he ever has to you— Santi’s a sweet guy under all his charm, but he never lets you see below the surface. Not until now, when letting you in seemed like the only way to get you out.
It takes more effort than he expects to pull himself away from you. He leans back against the shower wall, nimble fingers lacing together in his lap. “And lose you?”
“You could never lose me, Santi,” You murmur, reaching out to grab one of his hands.
Your eyes roam him, a little in disbelief at what’s happening right now. But yes, it is Santiago Garcia sitting next to you. With his dark brown eyes, his sharp jaw dappled with stubble, his salt and pepper hair looking much darker and curlier than usual due to the water.
“Yeah?” Santi asks, eyes glued to where yours sits atop his. He traces slowly over the sight of you two linked together, admiring how soft and rich your skin looks even after sitting in a shower for so long.
He’s a goner isn’t he?
“Yeah.”
There are butterflies in his stomach. Butterflies, sweat slicking his palms despite the fact that he’s soaked through his clothes and down to the bone. He realizes in this moment that he’s not just a goner. No— he loves you. He knew that he was harboring some kind of feelings for you, but when your eyes meet his— earnest and tender— he can only think one thing: I love you.
His eyes hungrily drop to your full mouth, and another shiver runs down your spine. “Let me kiss you.”
You nod, squeezing his hand that’s still in yours.
“I need to hear you say it. You have to say it for me, so I can believe it.”
“I want you to kiss me, Santiago. Please.”
He’s on you then. All over you. His hands move quickly, guiding you back into his lap before one loops around your torso and holds you close. The other cups your jaw, angling it back so that he can press his mouth to yours. You’re breathless before the space between you is closed, chest heaving at how sure and firm his hands are. He kisses you. Kisses and kisses you, like his life depends on it. Like you’re lost and the only thing that will guide you home is his insistent tongue.
Your hands slip and slide against the fabric of his wet shirt before you give up, raising them to tentatively cup his face so that you can have leverage.
“That’s it honey, kiss me back. Take what you want to. Whatever you need,” He encourages between kisses.
Take you do. You squirm in his lap until he lets you shift and straddle him. It had started with him leading you, consuming you but now it’s your turn to surround him. Santi gives in, sighing into your mouth as your tongue goes on the hunt for his. You kiss him. Kiss him and kiss him until your mouth aches. When you pull away his is flushed pink, newly wet. You run your thumb over his lips before wiping your own mouth.
He looks up at you like hang the moon. His eyes are soft and hazy, pink mouth pulling up into a smirk. There’s the Santi you know. The Santi you love. But even now, he’s softer and sweeter, gathering you close again.
“What do you need now, sweetheart? What can I do to make it better?”
“You.”
“I’m yours.”
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vickyvicarious · 6 months
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ooooh, I love Patrick Hennessey's voice!
Renfield getting possessive over Dracula... or possibly just recognizing that the boxes being taken away means Dracula might leave too, and he wants to prevent that.
kfjsldf Renfield is so good at managing the staff here. politely gaslighting them to believe he's oblivious to his own actions then escaping
OHkay the dull thuds were quite awful when he's slamming the guy's head into the ground
"you know I'm no lightweight" between this and Seward knocking Renfield off with one punch I now find myself imagining them like. wrestling each other for fun or something at least once. (jack would have gotten very bisexual about it and then refused to look dr. hennessey in the face for days probably)
"'I'll frustrate them! They shan't rob me! they shan't murder me by inches! I'll fight for my Lord and Master!'" I love how rough his voice sounds here, so different from usual. Also the murder me by inches is such a vivid and bleak way to describe being deprived of the chance at supernatural life.
sorry for your finger, Hardy
YES, the first of the very thirsty men who are suddenly more relaxed when given a drink. it's so funny
but really, Hennessey managed that very well. his quick smoothing over and attention to detail could be really helpful if anyone decided to sue them or something over this.
the phonograph noises at the beginning of Jack's entry at first made me think they were at the end of Hennessey's report, and it would be very funny if Jack insisted on getting his report in phonograph form. That, or Hennessey just wanted to take the chance to see what all the fuss was about.
...and then Jack started speaking and all amusement was lost. God, he's wrecked.
the stop and scoff before "too miserable" GODDDD
"the flapping of the wings of the angel of death" yeah he's been flapping a lot the bastard
but really, the way Jack lists them off, so bitterly, damn it's horrible
is he drinking? or trying to keep from crying? I mean he's definitely doing that either way but
the shake on "we must not all break down"
van Helsing speaking SO GENTLY to Arthur, auuugh
"You shall lie on one, and I on the other, and our sympathy will be comfort to each other, even though we do not speak, and even if we sleep." this is so sweet, I can't believe I'd forgotten about it
"in this room, as in the other," of course, it makes sense not to keep Lucy in her own bedroom, where the windows are shattered and where her mother died... but I wonder where she is. Did I miss a line about it somewhere? A part of me imagines Mrs. Westenra's room, which would mean they both die in one another's beds. :(
NOT THE TEETH
"Her teeth, in the dim, uncertain light, seemed longer... and sharper than they had been in the morning. In particular - by some trick of the light, the canine teeth looked... longer... and sharper than the rest." he repeats 'longer and sharper' twice, and especially the second time sounds so... nearly fascinated. It reminds me of Jonathan describing Dracula.
"there came a sort of dull flapping or buffeting at the window" there he is, the flappy asshole. angel of death himself.
"It struck me as curious that the moment she became conscious she pressed the garlic flowers close to her. It was certainly odd that whenever she got into that lethargic state, with the stertorous breathing, she put the flowers from her; but that when she waked she clutched them close." SHE'S TRYING. GOD I WANNA CRY
van Helsing's fear and despair is so well conveyed. and when he spends several minutes staring at her and then sounds so calm - he is determined.
"I went to the dining-room and waked him." the way Jack says this line is just. brutal.
I CAN'T LISTEN TO ART BREAK DOWN THIS IS GONNA DESTROY ME
the saddest "my dear old fellow" in the world
brushing Lucy's hair... I love that this makes Jack cry, because it makes me cry too.
ffffuck her shaky greeting to Arthur.
so I was talking a little bit ago about how Jack seems to distance himself unconsciously and start referring to Lucy as a thing whenever she is in more vampiric mode, and I love to hear it reflected in his voice here too. He goes from being so choked up with emotion to sounding almost cold as he says "the mouth opened,"
and he sounds so disturbed when he calls her eyes "dull" and her voice "voluptuous"
oh no oh no that "oh my love " is SO DAMN SINISTER art don't do it don't do it. like damn, I can't even make a joke about van helsing playing chaperone I'm just thankful that he's there!
it's not like being a vampire is transferrable through saliva or anything anyway but. she sounded so scary there.
Jack's delivery about van Helsing pulling Arthur back from the kiss was so funny. He sounds so incredulous: "dragged him back with a fury of strength which I never thought he could have possessed," van Helsing may joke about him being bitchless but Jack was here thinking he was a frail old man so who's laughing now. (van Helsing. definitely still van Helsing.)
van Helsing's panting!
art, bless him, choosing not to get into a fight over his fiance's deathbed. (the way Jack's voice gets rough on "and the occasion" uggggh)
god, Lucy's voice makes me so sad. that final "and give me peace"......
"Their eyes met instead of their lips; and so they parted." THIS LINE.
nooooooo don't make me listen to Art cry fuck it's breaking me
the music while Jack is talking about there being peace for Lucy is so ominous!!! also I love the way he is so clearly trying so hard to stay composed and say something nice and look on the bright side if only a little... and then van Helsing has to be mysterious and ominous and ruin that for him too
van Helsing Barbie strikes again
"only some letters and a few memoranda, and a diary new begun." those last few words are so sad. She never got to do more than just begin her diary. She never got to even begin her new life before it was taken away from her.
"we both started at the beauty before us," Beautiful Corpse Jumpscare
"He had not loved her as I had, and there was no need for tears in his eyes." I get how you feel but that's pretty dang rude, Jack. He's told you that he loves her and wanted to save her. He already cried for her once.
kjdsfljksdf THE DELIVERY of "I want to cut off her head and take out her heart." and. no DUH he's shocked, vH! don't go acting like this is typical surgeon behavior/reaction. omg.
and then that sigh and 'kind' concession that 'all you have to do is help me cut off her head that's all'
I fucking love the delivery of "no good to her, to us, to science, to human knowledge"
"I may err—I am but man; but I believe in all I do." the way his voice almost wavers on the word 'believe'. Not out of doubt, but emotion.
"and she kiss my rough old hand and bless me?" the way he says this line... he was so affected by her trust in him and her final request. he feels honored and burdened both.
Jack being so emotional about the maid grieving for Lucy... and me sitting there knowing that she's in there to steal from Lucy. (or at least, she does even if it's not why she went in)
mr. marquand! you are a decent guy, thank you for trying to look out for Lucy's interests. anyone who tries to give her agency is good in my book. even if your rejoicing is in. rather poor taste. (Jack's laugh at that is great!)
Art bringing Jack in with him is so sweet, god, god, his crying.... THE WAY HE SAYS JACK'S NAME. THE WAY HE SAYS THERE'S NOTHING TO LIVE FOR
Jack's line about men only needing "a grip of the hand, the tightening of an arm over the shoulder, a sob in unison," was already ridiculous but the way says it like he's trying so hard to convince himself
I hit the bulletpoint character limit. Wow.
Anyways the delivery is so stiff-upper-lip-this-is-fine, it's great. especially as the further into the line he gets the more you can hear him trying not to sob as well.
THE SADDEST SMOOCH NOISES
the way Art reacts to being called 'Lord'. ""No, no, not that, for God's sake! not yet at any rate." he sounds so desperate, the POOR MAN
and the way he is taking deep breaths while talking to van Helsing. He is working so fucking hard to be kind and try and make things easier and get through this without lashing out at anyone. I love him so much.
and van Helsing immediately follows up with "I stole your dead girlfriend's letters, can I keep them?" I KNOW he feels bad about it and he feels it is necessary and everything but. damn okay.
NOT A LULLABY NOOOOOOOOOO
GOD THAT'S SO SAD. DO NOT COME INTO THE NIGHT DO NOT GO TO SLEEP MY DEAR :( :( oh how dare you with that line about eternal life/shine so bright" AND TAKE MY BITE NOOOOOOO
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No, ‘cuz let’s talk about this real quick!
This gonna be a long post, my b.
Back in “Hollow mind” when we’re finally getting to know Philip and all, his child form is introduced as this weeping scared child...
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I know in Hollow Mind, the weeping child was a cover up for how he was the actual monster Luz and Hunter were running from...
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but after what Masha said, I don’t think that first one was a lie just for the sake of reveal. 
Because lookit: it’s told that Philip was Caleb’s younger brother, and that the two of them were wandering orphans that found themselves in Gravesfield.
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And obviously puritanical blood-thirsty sexists that believe in sorcery don’t exactly make for a healthy growing up environment
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So when Evelyn comes along and starts opening up Caleb’s mind to witchcraft...
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of course little Philip is going to go in there for dat smoke...
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The problem is it’s too much smoke, and he ends up killing the person he came for in a fit of puritanical fuckery, instead of examining his biases. 
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Plus, being the puritanical he is, of course he blames the witch that brings Caleb here and took the only family he had. So in retaliation, he dedicates his life to ridding her entire species off the plane of existence, losing his own humanity in the process
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So there’s more of his homebrew BS that’s “tHe WiTcHeS fAuLt.” 
Another instance of why Dana Terrance is an amazing creator/writer/artist: in just one english-major’s sarcastic sum-up, Philip Wittebane becomes so much more of a complex antagonist. He’s constantly telling and reasoning with himself that witchcraft took the only family he had away from him... after years of indoctrination from the people who would be telling him that.
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I encourage you to go back to that scene in the S2 finale, and listen to his cadence. Even the prospect of becoming a famed Witch Hunter seems like afterthought to him. Like that correction was simply a correction, rather than a demand for respect from another human.
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Belos, at his core, is just some scared kid from Connecticut who only wanted his brother back. He just also happens to be a puritan that bastardised something beautiful to do it.
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Big Bro got a hot-witch girlfriend, and Little Bro got upset is putting it lightly, and that makes it so brilliant.
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“This supposed to be art?”
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headcannon where Bakugou is friends with an art major
he doesn’t know shit abt art
kinda motivational in a weird way
kaws rug DUPE
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Your knees ache from kneeling on the ground for so long. Black sweatpants now littered with blue and green splotches as you add the finishing touches on your art project. The tarp you laid out on the floor of your dorm sticks to the palm of your hand as you steady yourself on the ground to lean forward and paint this giant replica of your head. Your art teacher thought it would be a great idea to make your class recreate their heads into a 3D model using cardboard and glue guns. It’s supposed to be an abstract piece and thank god for that allowance because what you’ve done so far has made the face look unidentifiable. Bullshitting and calling it an abstract creation on critique day is gonna save your ass. And your grade. Dipping your brush into the turquoise paint you were using for 1/4th of the head, your hand slips a bit as a knock on your door breaks through your concentration.
You grumble a gruff “Come in,” voice slightly gravely from not having talked in a couple hours due to your hyper focus. Facing away, you hear your dorm room door click open, the hinges squeaking a bit. Standing with his hand encircling the door knob is Bakugou, broad build taking up majority of the doorway.
“Called your name like fifteen times and you still didn’t respond. Had to make sure you weren’t up here plotting my demise or some shit.” You give an absent minded hum as a reply, all too focused on applying never ending layers of blue paint on cardboard that continues to suck it up like there’s no tomorrow. Thirsty bitch.
Bakugou watches your uninterested form from where he stands and his face slightly twists in confusion as he tries to discreetly peek over your shoulder at what you’re doing. However all he can see is what appears to be a blue mess. The smell of acrylic paint only now registering in his mind and nose. Deciding to be curious, he takes a step forward towards your bent over form, letting the door close behind him. The plastic tarp you laid out crinkles under his socks, earning a grunt of disapproval from you. “Watch your step. If you track paint on my rug man I swear to god-”
“Nobody’s gonna get shit on your fake ass KAWS rug. Calm the fuck down. Just tryna see what’s got you so holed up in here.” He’s directly behind you now, leaning over your shoulder at a better angle to see what you’re working on.
“Art project. It’s due Tuesday so I’m trying to get as much done so I can chill this weekend,” you say, not once looking away from your creation.
“Well what the hell is it supposed to be?” His brows are furrowed together as he tries to make out whatever the hell it is you’re making.
“My head.”
“Your what.”
“My head. It’s supposed to be my head.”
It’s silent for a moment, until it’s not.
“This the most trifling shit I’ve seen in a minute.” You let out a loud and exasperated sigh, looking at him over your shoulder.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you if you don’t got shit nice to say, keep your mouth shut?” He’s usually always a dick but today was just not the day to test you. The project is frustrating enough as it is.
He shrugs before speaking. “She taught me not to lie.” He chuckles lightly before squatting near the head, almost level to your seat on the ground. “That was a joke if you couldn’t tell.” You cave a little as you both stare at your nearly finished project.
“Well since you love honesty, tell me straight up if this is ass or not.”
“I don’t know shit about this so my opinion wouldn’t really matter much. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
“But does it even look like art? Like something you’d see in a museum?”
He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “This supposed to be art?”
“Dawg I literally told you it was an art project for my art class.” Your eyes follow his fleeting form as he stands up and heads for the door.
“Well art or not, just keep going til you get it done. Then you won’t have to look at it anymore if you’re not satisfied with it. Problem solved.”
Your eyes retreat back to the blue mess and you nod. “Makes sense I guess.”
“Majority of the things I say usually do. Oh and the next time I have to call you fifteen times I’m blowing your door down and throwing out your fake ass rug.” And with that, he leaves.
You can’t help but shake your head and let out a soft chuckle before resuming your task. Just get it done.
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Don’t lie (Choi Chanhee)
Yandere Prompt: 1 Here kitty kitty 20 Don't lie, you don't want me to get mad do you?
Warnings: manipulation (?), toxic relationship + behaviour, if you squint and look maybe it’s slight fluff at the end..😀, yandere themes. Not proofread at all…
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Heaving breathing, sweat trickling down your face, sore throat and whole body paining. You wanted nothing more then to just lie down in your mothers arms. But that was not possible. Especially if he is one of the main reasons for that.
You wouldn't have been in this situation only if you were extra careful with what you were doing. Why did you even think it was a good idea to go through his laptop while he was gone?
You knew the consequences would be very much bad if you get caught but yet you decided to snoop around his stuff only to get caught in the and.
Hearing footsteps around you, you pushed yourself more closer to the wall in the closet. Hiding yourself between the boxes you tried to steady your breathing.
"Here kitty kitty, don't waste more of my time now. You're already in trouble as it is." You heard Chanhee say it.
Being stubborn you just stayed in the closet. You were gonna get hurt either ways so why even try to gain some sympathy?
You stopped moving when you heard the closet door open. The closet was ginormous. So it was easier for you to hide.
Listening closely you heard the footsteps coming closer. The moment you make any noise you're done for.
"Okay...Y/N I am getting tired of this shit you're playing. I am in no mood for this hide and seek shit today. Just submit yourself. You know you made a mistake." You heard Chanhee say. You knew he was getting frustrated but your fear took the best of you and you decided to just stay in your place.
Hearing the door closet door close you took a deep breath in.
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It had been hours since you were here. You knew Chanhee was already mad maybe even planning something. You were thirsty. Your back paining because of how long you were sitting in the uncomfortable position.
Sighing you stood up from your hiding place and exited the closet. You immediately stopped walking when you saw Chanhee sitting on the bed while doing some work on his laptop.
Upon hearing moments he removed his specs and closed his laptop. Looking at him right made you more nervous.
He did not look angry. His face held no emotions to be exact. Standing up from his seat he walked towards you calmly.
Grabbing your hands he dragged you towards the bed and made you sit. His grip was rather tight which made you wince a little.
"Why were you looking through my stuff?" Chanhee asked in a scarily calm manner.
"...."
Hearing no reply from you Chanhee took a deep breath in as he closed his eyes in frustration and annoyance.
"Y/N don't make me mad. Just answer the damn question!" He shouted the last sentence which made you flinch.
"I...I was not looking through your stuff.." you blatantly lied. Hearing your answer Chanhee scoffed in disbelief.
"Don't lie, you don't want me getting mad do you?" Chanhee asked with anger. "What were you even looking for. There is nothing you could find in there..." Chanhee asked with confusion
"Well then I don't see a reason for you to get mad at me if there was nothing useful for me.."
"Don't show me that attitude. I thought you knew better then that. You should know not to go through my stuff. Especially if I am not around!"
"Well it's okay if you go through my stuff but not when I do the same!" You shouted at him.
"Do not raise your voice at me! You already got yourself in enough trouble as it is." You stayed quiet after that not daring to speak up again.
"Good...now tell me..do you think what you did was wrong?" Chanhee asked in a much softer and gentle voice this time
"Yes..I am sorry.." you said barely above a whisper but he heard you clearly.
Hearing your reply Chanhee smiled as he gave you a smile "Now promise me that you won't do this again.."
"I promise I won't do it again.."
"Good...now why don't you get freshen up and I order some food for us? Hmm? How does that sound?" He asked softly while moving his gentle hands through your hair.
Nodding your head you replied with a small yes and went in the washroom to freshen up
You knew you should not have caved in so easily. But what could you do? He was always so sweet to you even tho he hurt you sometimes. Shouldn't you look more at the good side of a person rather then the bad one?
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Tagging: @deoboyznet @o-ochangx
I know…very meh but like…😭👹. Anyways. I won’t be active a lot because *sigh* exams…👍
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ichimatsu-gal · 2 months
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I watched the the last two episodes of Hazbin Hotel
HOLY FUCKING SHIT OMFG I JUST WANTED TO EXPRESS MY THOUGHTS ON IT AND RAMBLE SO HERE
!!!HAZBIN HOTEL SPOILERS!!!
!!!VERY DETAILED SPOILERS!!!
Episode 7:
almost immediately I was happy to see Charlie get angry and frustrated even if it was just for that little rant about everything that’s happened so far and then choosing to make a deal with Alastor was insane I’m already theorizing all the ways he could ask for a favor that would still be pretty bad even if it doesn’t involve hurting anyone.
when we get to meet Rosie for the first time I kinda expected her to me more malicious and kinda blood thirsty but she ended up actually being a very sweet person who was very genuine and I loved that about her, she gave Charlie some very good advice about Vaggie that I really appreciate bc I though the same thing, also wasn’t expecting her to have the voice she did but I loved it anyway. (FUCKING SUSAN) the way both Alastor and Rosie just behaved like besties in this was way too funny Alastor cursing was way funnier tho and the fact that all it took was just to say hey there’s gonna be free food and it’s angels flesh was so stupidly simple.
I loved that they gave Carmilla another song she was absolutely beautiful and badass like bro HER HAIR DOWN GOT ME BARKING NOT GONNA LIE, she’s a very strong woman who is smart, resilient, and loves her daughters, also I’m biased bc she’s Latina and I’m latina so obviously she’s the best. The fact that Vaggie being an Angel was so obvious is hilarious to me I always thought the X on her eye was some type of aesthetic eyepatch not like an actual thing angels get when they lose and eye??? Still not sure about that but whatever, I loved the realization that yeah Vaggie fights with no real concern about her own life because she’s never had to fear for her own safety before, she wasn’t even aware she could die so the fact that Carmilla is like girl you fight like you aren’t scared of getting hurt which is stupid on your part is both funny and like wow yeah she’s so right that is a dumb way to go about it. Since usually demons can’t cause any type of real harm angels have never had to worry about death so they go about killing every extermination day completely recklessly so it keeps them open to weak points, they didn’t even think about their own weapons they left behind being used against them so yeah, the song was an absolute bop (like girl find the motivation to fight in the fact that you have someone to lose).
I love that the others stayed obviously they would but it’s nice to see everyone trying to help in any way they can despite the circumstances, they all enjoy each other’s company and it was so nice to see how far everyone has come.
Episode 8:
I’m kinda confused as into how Vox managed to get cameras? technology?? Into the hotel but whatever his reactions are funny. Almost immediately I was trying to figure out who was gonna die this final episode and when I saw dear ol Pentious in his little uniform I kinda knew and I was pre sobbing getting ready for the emotional damage I was gonna get (which side note I absolutely love his hair?? When it’s down I mean I’m a sucker for long black hair??? So yeah) anyway the whole thing with him and Cherri is so cute he’s such a dork. I like the scene with nifty and Alastor cause honestly I fully believe he doesn’t own her soul she’s just so outta pocket that he finds her amusing and her presence entertaining and he genuinely enjoys it so she gets to stick around, DID YALL SEE THE FUCK ME EYES HUSK GAVE ANGEL AT THE BAR DONT TELL ME YOU DIDNT AND THE WAY ANGEL LOOKED AT HIM WHEN HE WAKLED OFF YOOOOOOOO I CANTTTTT, and then Pentious being so awkward with Cherri is so cute my man was STRUGGLING tryna confess his love for her, he did say some really sweet things tho that she was kinda getting into it before he ran off plus Angel being like hey he got two dicks and she’s like huh 🤔 (like GIRL GET SOME OF THAT OR ELSE I WILL ).
They really did us dirty with having Charlie so obviously in front of angels door crying and shit before the episodes came out that shit had me sweating. So Adam, I’m not gonna like he kinda….👀 but only because he’s voiced by THE Alex Brightman like c’mon be so serious he did that character so good I can’t even, also I was kinda wondering why all the exorcists are all women like is that just because Adam prefers it or what? But anyway the fact that Vox got the other two V’s together so they can all watch this shit go down is so funny bc they couldn’t care less. It was so fun seeing what Alastor had in store bc I find him so fascinating as a character he has all these interesting powers that he doesn’t really get to use too often since he never has a reason to kinda go all out and have fun killing people so it was fun seeing that. Bro when Adam punched the dome that was wild I was like wow that was kinda cool I’m not gonna lie and the fight with Alastor was insane the animation was amazing it was so fun seeing Al just dodging his attacks with such grace like go off king tell him he’s a bitch 😌💅, when his microphone got sliced in half his reaction was absolutely priceless holy shit I rewatched that shit like 5 times bc I couldn’t get over him cursing like it was so quick but it did the job so well, hearing his actual voice outside of his normal Radio-ish way of sounding was really something it made it feel more alive I guess. Vox’s reactions was so funny he really is a bitter ex that just wants the worst for him I love it (NO! FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOUUUUU, PUSSY!!) I love him.
When Vaggie said something had to be done about Adam and Pentious was watching I just knew, AND MY MAN JUST REALLY RIZZED CHERRI LIKE THAT BROO HE DIPPED HER AND EVERYTHING OMGGGGGG like I agree with her that WAS hot. I WAS SO PISSED THAT HE DIED FOR NOTHING LIKE BRO I KNEW HE WAS GONNA DIE A JOKE DEATH I JUST KNEW IT, they couldn’t even give bro the honor of dying in a way that would make us cry cause when he went out like that I just knew he was gonna probably end up in heaven to make up for how lame that was. Having Charlie call Adam a pig was so fun like yeas girl tell him, I kinda didn’t agree with Vaggie deciding to allow Lute to live cause girl that’s a loose end I would not wanna deal with later bc she has no mercy (she literally ripped off her own arm to chase after her bro) she would not hesitate to kill, like yeah I get the whole I’m better than you so yeah live with the fact the only reason you breathe is because I let you but girl be so for real she is a nuisance that will come back to bite you in the ass later I know it.
The fact that I didn’t even think about the fact that Adam was wearing a mask this whole time is so stupid of me but when I did see that I was thinking of all the ways he could’ve looked like and to say I was disappointed is an understatement, my disappointment got worse when I saw his pathetic little goatee 😑I’ve seen way better fanart, Lucifer coming in with the save 😮‍💨 not him saying he was gonna fuck Adam the silence was so loud (the only time the other two V’s found it interesting too)😂😂. lucifer is such an airhead twink I love him; Not only is he effortlessly flying circles around Adam and having fun while doing it he’s insulting him too, THE EVE COMMENT WAS SO OUTTA POCKET BRO LIKE WHAT WHEN DID EVE TAP THAT (lucky bitch) I was wondering where she was and apparently it was in his bed (that shit made me snort he has hella rizz) cause not only did he take Adam’s first wife he took the second one too bro, it was pretty cool seeing his more demon form his horns where hella cool and the fact that the entire time Lucy was like unserious about his whole interaction with Adam’s is crazy because I feel like it shows how powerful he really is, after all he is still a seraphim. I appreciate that despite everything Charlie still keeps her compassion and keeps her dad from killing him cause that could not be me girl plus nifty coming in with the last stab is hilarious he really got killed by her of all people that is sad, from what I could count I think she stabbed him 15 times maybe? Which like damm that’s crazy he stood no chance I’m kind of wondering if lute and him had something going one too bc her reaction was definitely not just some soldier who worshipped him it felt more personal and with the whole (sir SIR ADAM!!) plus the dopey ass smile he gave her wich Im ignoring the fact that it might’ve been due to the rapid amount of blood exiting his body and the multiple stab wounds and the fact he was, you know….dying was very loving in a way that just makes you think if there was more to them.
(Quick shout out to the fact that I’m watching the last episode for the second time and I just noticed what I think is Angeldust’s brother and Baxter watching the news)
I’m curious what deal Alastor made that is making him want so desperately to get out bc he definitely was close to a nervous breakdown there (husk was so disappointed Al didn’t die in the war). I was so thankful Pentious actually went to heaven bro I was starting to worry I’m not gonna lie 😀, his design is pretty cute i find it funny he ended up right in front of Sarah and Emily bc you’d expect him to be at the gates but no, it was like a big fuck you to Sarah about redemption which I love how they both reacted to that (love Emily).
Now Lilith, the fact that she is so obviously in heaven is insane like girl you have been gone for SEVEN years with absolutely zero contact with anyone and at first I was like where can she even go in hell that would keep her away for so long and then boom she’s on a nice beach somewhere up above like what the hell. Apparently her and Adam made a deal which my theory is that way before it was made official in order for for the exterminator to happen permanently which I’m guessing was Adam’s idea him and Lilith agreed that if she sang just enough to get his idea accepted by Sarah she would get to stay and chill in heaven maybe? It could be deeper than that but it’s crazy that all this time when her daughter needed her most she was just enjoying life upstairs, maybe she really is the evil mastermind behind it all.
(Something I just thought about, did Lucifer cheat on Lilith with Eve??? Cause like when he said he stole botu of Adam’s wives he was with Lilith so does that explain why they aren’t together or maybe had a falling out a long time ago, or would explain his depression and sense of guilt despite it being so long ago kind of)
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Anyway that was all my opinions and commentary on the last two episodes of hazbin hotel I just don’t have anyone to talk to this about and it was too early for anyone else to really write anything about this so I was like fuck it I have tumbler, please do leave comments on your opinions, commentary, and theories about this I would absolutely love to hear what you you’d have to say thank you for reading this shit show that is my brain. 🥰
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monthly wrap-up :: june 2023
Welcome to the June 2023 wrap up! I didn't expect that I would be reading so much for other characters but putting this list together made me realize I may have been whoring on the side for some other characters (potentially actors too because I can't lie those pics of Seb at the Loewe event did things to me full stop--).
The year's halfway through and I honestly can't believe how this year feels like it's flying by but also not moving fast enough because honestly I swear on my life I was just working on the 14 Days project a few weeks ago but also apparently it over four months ago?? Nothing makes sense 🥴
Anyways, here's all the stories I've made and consumed over the last month. Please go and shower these authors with all the love, they're amazing and deserve the world. 💖💛
Everything under the cut…and here's probably the best way to summarize what June 2023 was like in a single photo:
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Loki x Reader
Coins and Revenge by @fictive-sl0th
The entire premise of this story had me dangerously bouncing at the edge of my seat. The tension and the yearning just created this amazing high-stakes tender love story in the making between future King of Asgard Loki and Forsaken Princess/Assassin YN. And pls the way he looked for her by combing through the minds of the city dwellers?? Pure unmitigated dedication right there. 👏👏
Filling a Void by @lokisgoodgirl
Ragnarok!Loki x Reader x President Loki is a threesome dynamic I didn't realize I needed in my life but now it's just got me staring at the ceiling thinking all the thots about it 🥴
Imagine: Tony tricking Loki into taking Viagra… by @sserpente
Shameless smut with a side of fluff? Sign me tf up 🥴👏👏 Honestly is there a queue for the "seven hours in Valhalla with Loki" experience because I would very much like to sacrifice my sanity for that--
Tropical Tension by @lokis-dark-queen
Besties to lovers on a vacation in Aruba, body shots, and some tender yet filthy smut?? Sign me tf up. I'm usually such a slow reader it's embarrassing, but I ate this up!
Teasing the Dragon by @sarahscribbles
All I can say is do not read before bed or you will go to sleep with horny…unless that's what you want. Edging for nearly an hour followed by overstimulation?? Restrained by Loki's magic?? Loki ripping your shirt with his bare hands?? Lemme know where I can sign up for this 👀 💳💥💳💥
You're Late by @lokisgoodgirl
Intentionally making herself late and playing a dangerous game with Loki? When I tell you my brain was running so many laps at the end of this piece just imagining how he kept her up all night 🥴🫠
Resurrected Love by @holdmytesseract
This story managed to put me in the strange position of sad and thirsty at the same time over the image of Loki having stubble. The angst with the flashbacks hurt me right in the feels but everything else had me squealing and melting and cheering at the end. 🥹💖
Wash Day with Loki by @mysecretlittlelibrary
Peak domestic bliss vibes in this piece, I can't say anything other than I love how cozy it all felt 🥹
Close to You by @michelleleewise
I'm still hurting over this ngl 🥲 Miscommunication trope and the subsequent lashing out gave angst that hurt so good but Loki better be treating her like a queen after this or else we're gonna have words 🙂
keeping Loki waiting in Sakaar ask by @sarahscribbles
It is borderline criminal for a drabble this short to have me staring at the ceiling from the smut 😩
Altar by @chubbyreaderchan
When I tell you this is peak banger after banger smut, and that title has more meaning than you think 🥴🫠
Too Darn Hot by @lokis-little-fawn
Triggering Loki's breeding kink and also some peak use of his naturally colder Jotun anatomy for some creative ways to cool down in the hot Asgard summer? When I tell you I sprinted laps after this--🥵
The Ceremony by @smolvenger
Loving fiance-turned-husband Loki and some bedding ceremony smut. No you heard me right. Bedding ceremony. With chanting. God help me I needed to run a few kilometers when I finished this--🫠
A Gentlemen's Bond by @lokisgoodgirl
Listen. When LGG posts something you know you're in for a good time. But this was…above and beyond. This absolute queen wrote a foursome smut shot with the same Loki & Agent from 'A Gentlemen's Agreement' and had me clutching walls and screeching at an ungodly hour of my mornight. 🥵🥵🥵 …And also still has me wondering if Steve has something he'd like to share with the class 😂😏
Asgard by @oliwrites
A besties to lovers with an adorable love confession and a smut scene that had a line that shot me out of a cannonball and straight dead into the water 🥴🫡
Behind the Pollen by @hollyiswritinglokiagain
This one took me all the way OUT 🥵😮‍💨 Soft doting boyfriend Loki turned horny boyfriend Loki with size kink and back again?! I wasn't ready and I'm still thinking about the bit with the stomach bulge HELP--
Spicy by @lotsoflokilove23
Soft smut with a 'willing to wait until you're ready' vibes Loki that was just the softest horny lil muffin the entire way through goddamn I'm still soft over this one--
King Henry V x Reader
Arise Fair Sun by @smolvenger
Mutual pining + a balcony confession + A KITH??? Disney take notes because this is how you write a love confession scene that will have your audience outright swooning 🫠
Magnus Martinsson x Reader
petting zoo drabble ask by @ladyfluff
Just the image of the precious meow meow being a dad is enough to have me melting, but mix that in with a petting zoo setting? I am a puddle because it's so fluffy 🥹
Thomas Sharpe x Reader
Reading While He Works by @foxgloveprincess
Peak adorable domestic bliss vibes in the Victorian Era with Thomas being a reassuring lil meow meow that just wants to have his wife around even if they just sit in comfortable silence? Lemme just…melt real quick 🫠
Coriolanus x Reader
The One I Desire by @five-miles-over
The grumpy x sunshine was so strong in this and the way this gave us a feisty sunshine reader was just the ultimate vibe for me 👏👏 And the dream?? 🥵 Yet another story that has me wanting more of this couple 💖
Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Falling Star by @mochie85
Tom being immediately infatuated with YN and seeing her as a calming presence on such a nerve-wracking night? Yes pls sign me all the way up. And that ending omg 🥴🫠
For England by @lokischambermaid
Soccer Aid Hiddles smut. Latex dress. A touch of potentially years long pining from Tom's end. I'm not kidding I needed to sprint a good 3km after reading this and I still didn't cool down. "Then bend" has me in a chokehold and I may or may not be putting on my running shoes again just thinking about it 😮‍💨😮‍💨
Bucky x Reader
Safe and Sound by @witchywithwhiskey (part 2 here)
Pretty sure this is the part where I shamelessly tell y'all I have a thing for the dbf trope 🥴🫡 And the way that this delivers and then some 👏👏 Part 1 had me melting for how he just comforted her without hesitation, and Part 2 had me kicking my feet and squealing and squirming from the dirty talk and how he checked in with her and the love confession 🥵🫠
Wanderlust by @mochie85
A pining best friend Bucky agreeing to go on a potential months long road trip with Reader to make sure she keeps safe?? And also resisting the urge to touch and kith the dimple?? The pining is immaculate in this drabble and has me wanting more 🥹💖
Pure of Heart by @rookthorne
Another best friend Bucky and this was so full of tender lil moments all before the fluffy ending that had me hitting the pillow from how cute these two were. And to top it all of: doggos!! 💖🫠
no more losers by @witchywithwhiskey
Face riding + they were roommates?? Scorching hot smut with a reveal at the end that gave this just the right amount of fluff that had me melting into my seat 👏👏
On the Edge by @sidepartskinnyjeans
I was living for the slutty banter between these two while they were edging each other with her wand 🥵🥵🥵 Honestly thank goodness I started reading Bucky stories otherwise I wouldn't have found this masterpiece of filth 👏👏
Devour by @frostironfudge
Mafia boss vibes with vacation hornies really had me clutching pillows and staring at the wall. It should be illegal for drabbles to be this hot honestly 🥵😮‍💨
Sherlock Holmes (Cavill) x Reader
drunken sex ask by @imyourbratzdoll
Drunk, tender, and feral Sherlock got my brain cells struggling to do anything except conjure up many many thots 🥵
Fingerprints by @tadhana-writes
A flustered Sherlock and a story where the case details have me wanting more 👏👏
Clark Kent/Superman x Reader
You're My To-Do List by @hannibals-favourite-meal
Domestic bliss with hornies…and it's Cavill's Superman, do I really need to say more 🥴🫡
Ari Levinson x Reader
her lifeguard ask by @imyourbratzdoll
Loyal bf Ari entertaining thoughts of drowning the people making his lil baby feel insecure and then proceeding to fuck the insecurities out of her?? On the beach?? Where anyone could walk by and see them?? I'm weak 🫠
be quiet for me ask by @imyourbratzdoll
dbf!Ari with a touch of fluff got me weak. (and also got me realizing I have the biggest soft spot for this trope aaaaaaaa 🫠)
her favorite truckdriver and his favorite camgirl ask by @imyourbratzdoll
This had me moving up a book with a similar trope (OF Creator FMC x Single Dad MMC) a good few spots on my book TBR because holy fuckque it's so good and I need more 🥵🫠
You Said I Was Your Favorite by @frostironfudge
The angsty start of this had me clutching the wall from the hurt omg, but the smutty ending had me just staring at the ceiling for a good while 🥴🫡
Stepdad!Ari showing you adult movies ask by @evansbby
Conflicted reader having an internal war between her hornies and her rational thinking really got me on this one. Like I'm living for her intrapersonal dynamic and I'd love to see which side would win out in the end 😳🫡
Kraven x Reader
The Hunter by @sidepartskinnyjeans
Primal kink. Forest smut. If this is the type of top shelf smut content we get from just the trailer, I better ready some ice water and new running shoes for October when we get the entire movie 🥵🫠
You Better Run by @cockslutpadalecki
Primal kink and restraints?? I wouldn't wanna be taken off his list, either 🥵🫡
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Thomas Sharpe x Reader
the final Lady Sharpe part 3: unorthodox signals
Loki x Reader
what makes a princess
Tom Hiddleston x Reader
a sizing mishap a tale of ice baths and hot sauce
idek what this is except crack
the best view in Old Trafford (aka Grass POV)
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hutchersonsgurl · 4 months
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You are gonna wish you were dead Clapton Davis part 2
Paring x female reader x Clapton Davis
Tall and chubby reader
18+ older Smutt warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️
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FAST FORWARD>>>>> after going out for an ice cream with your brother and Clapton it's date night ;)
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You are at school and all day you have noticed that Clapton always being around you somehow like in class he'd sit next to you or behind you with that little smirk on his face
you like the attention you are getting and you are not gonna lie about that but It was kind of weird how he would go out of his way to be right there always ever since the day Clapton asked you on a date you had a new sense of confidence even changing your a style a little bit you have been wearing makeup and cute Jeans and a leather jacket you have fell in love with when you was shopping at the mall with your friends
"So what's going on with you and clapton?" your friend asked
I don't know he's always messing with me somehow I blame my brother you say as you roll your eyes you leave school walking out with your friends giggling and laughing eventually getting home
So it was 7pm already you have gotten ready you picked out some cute jeans and a tshirt since the two of you are going bowling
You meet Clapton at the bowling place
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He wore the same clothes he wore to school his pink hat, white t-shirt, and tan shorts.
You and Clapton came up with a bet if he wins he gets you kiss you and if you win you can kiss him whenever you want who ever gets the most strikes win
"It's a win win either way yn " Clapton says as he's about to line up his shot
"Don't mess up" you say as he rolls the bowling ball and it ends up being a butterball
"Ooops maybe you should pay attention Davis," you say as you walk by him for your turn he rolls his eyes and says" You cheated" he replies hack
A few more rounds and Clapton ended up winning
So here's the moment he's about to kiss you
He goes up on his tippy toes to reach your lips and then he's lips crash into yours you kiss him back hungrily he bites your bottom lip softly you pull back and just stare at each other
" Woah you're a good kisser," Clapton says with a smirk
"You're not too bad yourself, Clapton," you say
"So do you have a ride home? I can drive you" Clapton asked
"Yeah sure I'd like that " you respond back
The two of you get into his car and as he drives he has his hand on your thigh
You are trying everything in your power to not lose your mind
Clapton pulls into your driveway and see that there is no car in sight it" looks like I'm home alone wanna come in?"You ask shyly
"Yeah sure "he says with a smile
The two of you walked into your house you turned on your lights and locked the door
"You want something to drink"? you ask
"Yeah sure can I have a Cocoa Cola?" He asked
"Yeah one sec" you say as you open the fridge and hand it to him
You sit on the kitchen counter as he drinks his can
But then he started looking at you not so thirsty for pop now
Clapton walks up to you standing on his tippy toes and crashes his lip into yours
You kiss him back roughly matching his speed he pulls back and brushes your hair slightly and kisses your neck
"Clapton please just fuck me already" you say looking at him hungrily
"Shit don't have to tell me twice " he says in one breath
 He slid your pants along with your panties down your legs, situating himself on a bar stool in front of me
Placing each of my legs onto his shoulders. Placing kisses on the inside of my thighs, he spoke again. “Now, let me make you feel good.” Before you had the chance to respond, he immediately began sucking your clit.
"Oh fuck Clapton" you moaned out, His fingers sped up for a moment then he pulled his fingers out as he placed his lips back onto your clit.
"Yes Clapton yes" you threw your head back in pleasure, he sucked harder as yourself feeling your orgasm approaching. Reaching down I ran my fingers through is black hair as he sucked the soul out of your clit
He pulls his face out of your clit as he has you lay down on the counter
He unbuckles his pants and throws his shorts and his boxers on the floor he opens your thighs once again
He slowly pushed himself inside of you your clit took it perfectly he felt your walls closed around his cock
He begins to thrust inside of fast and hitting right in your g spot
"Oh fuck I'm about to cum" you say with a moan
"Cum on my dick baby girl" He says letting out a moan of pleasure
You cum on his dick and he pulls out
But just as you came off the high you heard a car door and you see that it's your brother's car ......
Taglist @leahdhopkins4321
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piracytheorist · 1 year
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Some thoughts on Nightfall
Nightfall presents herself as an ambitious, stone-faced woman. She doesn't care about what anyone says about her, and that "anyone" ranges from fellow spies, both supervisors and underlings, to random civilians and even mission assets. Despite her feelings for Twilight, feelings so massive that she can barely control them, she also gives him the same presentation and is so thorough about it that Twilight has no single clue about her feelings; to him, Nightfall is merely competitive and wants to be the best.
Yet, in her dream, she seems to yearn for Twilight's praise. She wants to be the best because she wants to hear him praise her. She wants to achieve world peace because that would make Twilight happy and available as a romantic partner for her.
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(btw I am very mad at the anime for not giving us whumped Twilight, even if it was from Nightfall's dream sequence. When am I gonna get my Twilight whump. This bitch thirsty)
She doesn't want to trick him or lie to him about who she really is. She's fully willing to use underhanded methods to get Yor out of the picture, but she wants Twilight to choose her because he sees her real potential and admires her for that. It's certainly a questionable way of going around it, but deep down it's all based on actual honesty and respect.
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The problem is with how dependent her happiness is on him. When she sees herself as his partner, her everything revolves around him. She would be the "ideal" housewife and mission partner because she would do everything for him; her entire time, money and resources focused on helping him and his mission. And believe it or not, I actually like how this is presented, because when a "satellite character" is so focused on their potential love interest, it's either that the narrative doesn't recognize how toxic this is, or the character is willing to lie and make themselves look "better" to get their beloved's attention. Instead, the narrative makes it clear that Nightfall's dreams are hopeless, that her behaviour is toxic, and at the same time shows that deep down she wants Twilight to choose her for knowing the real her. She's shown as a hopeless competitor for Twilight's feelings without being fully villainized.
In a way, her case is a little tragic. She seems to crave for his praise, for him to see the real her, and the fact that she isn't willing to lie to get that makes you wonder how she ended up like that. She's sabotaging her own happiness and is too blind to see her goal is unattainable (and unhealthy), and I can't help feeling a little sad for her. I feel like the honesty that she wants Twilight to see is a redeeming quality her character can step on, if Endo decides to make her a more independent character at some point.
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idesofrevolution · 2 years
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Home Invasion
All Gary could remember is walking through the front door, and then boom: instant pain and then nothing. Now, he groggily groaned as he slowly came to. The young, wealthy investment banker felt a throbbing bump on the back of his head, but discovered quite quickly his hands were bound at the wrist, the rope tightly twisting and wrapping around his wrists like handcuffs. Trying to push through the pain, he desperately tried to scream, but the bandana gagging him prevented much of his voice from being more than just a muffled whisper. Panic started to set in, just as the spinning room began to slow and come into focus. He was slumped across the foot of his bed, struggling to sit up on his own, bare ass naked.
"Yeah, that's a good one." A foreign voice rang in his ears like bomb blasts in a cave. "Gotta post that shit." Finally sitting upright on the edge of his bed, he could see the origin of the voice. Sitting on HIS vanity chair, taking selfies with HIS phone was the masked burglar himself, absolutely huge in stature in all his nude glory.
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Gary cried out in a desperate, muffled plea, only for the intruder to spin around and stare at him. The deep brown eyes bore holes into his skull from behind the black ski mask, before the plump lips snickered with a nearly sadistic malice.
"Shut the FUCK up, bitch. We gon do this the easy way tonight, you hear me? You gon tell me where your money at, and where the good shit is, and you can walk outta here just fine. Got it?" Gary nodded, nervously nodding his head toward his closet door. The burglar stood up, sauntering over to the closet and began ruffling through the various designer clothes that had accumulated over the past year of Gary's thriving career. "Heh heh heh. Got some Gucci, some Balmain, fuck bruh you got some fuckin Versace." The man gleefully put on the pristine clothes, flexing and posing his thick, sweaty muscles in the mirror every chance he could get. Dressed in black couture from head to toe, he turned to Gary, yanking his gagged head inches from his face. The dirty scent of sweat and the streets themselves bled through the immaculate fabrics, the smell would never come out- he'd marked them. "Where the jewelry at?" Gary nodded to the bedside table, where he kept the Rolex and the 24 carat gold cuban link necklace.
The burglar was pleased with his finds, donning the watch and chain as if it were his own. Well, perhaps it was his now, Gary was in disbelief and still more than a little confused. The burglar found his wallet, nonchalantly flipping through the cards and grabbing the cash; both of which ending up in his pockets. Now looking as if he were a model right off Rodeo Drive, the lug stood in front of his captured prey. The energy was off, Gary could tell. The guy wasn't gonna honor his word, or he was gonna kidnap him and hold him for ransom, or a well placed bullet between his eyes could end everything.
"That's a good bitch. I look fuckin good, right?" He flexed, taunting his captive, as if he knew just how gay Gary was. His body betrayed him, as his cock stirred ever so slightly- a detail which did not escape the thief. "Oh you fuckin like it, don'tcha? Your lil dick squirmin' like a fuckin worm." Gary looked down, repeating in his head the lie of denial. Of course he wasn't liking it. Of course he wasn't into it. Of course he wasn't... But if he wasn't, then why couldn't he stop looking at his bulging muscles, or his thick cock, or his massive feet, or those sweaty, wet pits... "You a fuckin' dick pig, ain't ya?" The burglar groped his massive bulge, inching closer and closer to Gary's thirsty peering until the very fabric of the black Versace shorts touched the tip of his nose, that musty dick smell making droplets of drool rain from the corners of his mouth.
"You know what? You've been a good lil dick pig. Imma keep you around." Pulling a switchblade from his pocket, the captor pushed Gary to the ground and let the knife slowly scrape along the back of his neck. His hairs stood on end, and let out a stifled moan. The cool feel of the blade against his skin was simply to exhilarating to ignore. He couldn't push this one down, he liked it. "You're gonna suck this musty dick whenever the fuck I want. You gon be my foot rest, clean my feet with your fuckin tongue. Do whatever the fuck I tell you to, and you're gon thank me for it. You gon WANT to do it." The new master walked over to the corner of the room, picking up something just out of sight, before throwing the small pile against his bitch's quivering side. Looking gingerly to the left, Gary could see what it was that had been whipped at him: the stinking pile of what the burglar had worn to the break in.
"Fuckin' put em on bitch." Gary looked to the pile with confused glee, a cognitive dissonance of disgust and lust. As if looking for approval from a parent, he peered up at his masked assailant. "I said put the fuckin' clothes on, bitch. I know you want those nasty fuckin' clothes on your thirsty ass self. Your master's fuckin' ripe ass smell rubbin' all over you. Fuckin' dick pig." The master spit onto Gary's begging face before pushing him back down onto the ground with his massive booted foot. In front of his face was the rank, sticky boxers wafting eye watering musk from their threads.
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His still bound hands grasped the silky shorts, the rope burn searing into his wrists with every movement. Desperate to please his captor, he put his feet through the holes, quivering at the feeling of the cold wet stickiness of the boxers slowly sliding up his legs. The master pulled the chair over, sitting down with the same energy of a spectator watching a stripper. The malevolent unblinking gaze behind the black mask would not break. Gary could feel the physical sensation of that gaze in his very spirit, slowly burning it away to ash. The boxers finally settled loosely on his hips like a wet bathing suit against his skin.
"You like that, pig. You like daddy's fuckin nasty ass grime all over your dick and ass." The burglar reached over, grasping Gary's nether tightly in his hands, lathering it in his stinking slime. "Yeah, bitch. Feel that musty cock and ball sweat sink into your lil dicklet." And he could.
Gary could palpably feel that slimy grime start to slither into every pore, every orifice. He moaned in pleasure as his dick began to soak up the sweat like a sponge, slowly inflating as his balls started to swell and sag. His ass plumped up, and his slick hole had all but become a sloppy wet man pussy, a perfect fit for his master's needy cock. As his master pulled his hands away, Gary looked down to see his thick, dripping cockhead slowly peek out of the bottom of the now tight boxers, easily 9 inches of tan, smelly cock. The master wasted no time pelting him with the old cumstained sweatpants.
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He strained yet again against his bindings, writhing on the floor to slip them on. They were heavy and hot, a thick woven material that that had all but swallowed his legs whole, not even his toes poked out the long pant legs. The master laughed at what he likened to a wriggling worm, nearly drowning in the girth of his dirty joggers.
"Get up." Gary looked at his kingly tormentor once more, daring to meet his sharp gaze again. "Get the FUCK up lil bitch." Every shout made him shudder with nausea, as if each second of his displeasure would poison him. He rolled himself to his knees, and with all of his might began to push upward. Gary could feel his legs straining to rise, quivering under the sheer weight of the pants until the radiating heat began to thrust into his thighs and calves. His knees buckled only for a moment before the pants began to feel lighter. He pushed and pushed, letting his engorging quads do the work, and in no time he'd made it to a crouch on the balls of his feet. Standing up felt effortless now, a sweltering heat of alien strength slowly building within him. A full two feet taller, he stood eye to eye with the master, who looked less like a king and more of a God by the moment. His magnanimous aura which had seeped into him was a gift, and like a devoted faithful zealot, he would worship the God that gave it to him.
The master sauntered over to his pet with a evil playfulness, brandishing his mirrorlike knife against Gary's skin and slowly letting it slide down his scrawny chest to the rope. With a swipe of the blade, he commanded his servant.
"Next."
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Pointing to the table next to the mirror, the final component of the outfit sat like a temptress beckoning him with a siren's song: his God's dusty, thrashed, beat up Jordans. Two fetid socks were draped out of the almost steaming maw of the sneakers. He was hypnotized, being drawn to the ripest scent of all growing with every step. Picking up the socks, the cotton was damp and slick, almost waxy to the touch on the grey soles. He felt no hesitation, he felt no concern, no thoughts, only obedience and ecstasy as he slid his foot into the first sock. His heel slid into place, and he let his stinking foot back down to the ground with a wet slap against the floor. Slipping on the second, the sheer heat emanating from the socks had left steam impressions on the floor. His feet felt like liquid, sloshing in waves of pins and needles before being abruptly interrupted by his God shoving his surprised face into the sneaker.
"Better get used to this smell. Breath it in, bitch. This is gonna be your fuckin poppers, your heroin, your fix. SNIFF IT, FUCKER." Gary did as instructed, taking in the heavy cloud of wafting stink pouring from the dark pit of the Jordan. He was drowning, coughing from the powerful stench that felt like manna filling his lungs. Dropping the second sneaker to the ground, the master guided his servant's foot into the wet hot cave, a squelching sound bellowing from the waxy sock pressing against the sweat saturated insole. Gary gasped in awe, letting another deep breath of the stink into him, letting more of the God's gift into him. Peeled away, the sneaker left a film of evaporated footsweat on his face, the smell lingering as it was forced onto his own sole. His feet swelled with stink and sweat, inflating and stretching to fit the size 16 Jordans. His toes reached the end of the socks, perfectly aligning with the dank, sweaty footprint that had been embedded in the shoes for years. His master pleased, he finally removed the black ski mask, blessing his pet with the honor of seeing his face.
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“I own your ass.” He smirked, gripping Gary by his hair with one hand, flipping him off with the other. Letting out the last cry he would make as himself, as Gary Howard, the God hocked one final mouthful of spit into his servants open maw before clamping it shut, and slamming his sweaty black mask over his head.
The effect was instantaneous. The damp mask squeezed Gary’s skull, his bones giving no resistance to the force of the squelching wool. As it compressed and stretched, black tendrils slithered out of the mask, sprawling downward against his exploding muscles and plunging down his throat. Gary surrendered and faded into the background, his body gurgling and undulating as the invading tendrils expanded into every nook and crevice. Everywhere the black sludge touched, his muscles would bulge.
His biceps grew to the size of cantaloupes, hands large and strong enough to crush a skull. Pecs so juicy and thick they sat like slabs of marble atop his chiseled abs. After a long and arduous fight, his head slumped down in defeat. The master plopped back into his chair, pulling out his new phone, kicking his feet up onto the bed. The tendrils began to retreat back into the black mask, leaving intricate marks all across his body, enough to tell the story of a dedicated and subservient underling to a ruthless criminal God. With one final gulp of the sludge down his throat, the nameless thug opened his new eyes to gaze upon the supreme God he worshipped.
The God unzipped his pants with completely flat affect, his drone knowing full well what needed to be done. Falling to his knees, he gently pried the God’s musky dick from his pants, and sloppily started blowing him. The God sighed in satisfaction with his pigs expert mouth, blowing his flawless seed down his throat like he would do so every day since. Unmounting, he slipped his cum-dripping cock back into his pants as his drone awaited his instructions. And the plan was simple: recruit.
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ronearoundblindly · 2 years
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https://ronearoundblindly.tumblr.com/post/694828805392646144/what-about-a-fantasy-friday-for-tomorrow
Hi could i ask this
Vampire reader x steve
Nsfw
Them making out suddenly reader gets thirsty and nips at steves neck . He thought it would be painful but all he felt was pleasure from her
I'm not gonna lie: I'm jaded enough to read this and think "what's not-safe-for-work about this?" Guess I'll just leave an open-ended warning that there's kissing, one f-bomb, and a bit of blood, but...isn't that what we're all here for? yes, I'm laughing out loud right now. what about it
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"Steve," you gasp against his lips, "I'm serious."
He presses at your hip to keep you in his lap. "One more minute."
He's been on mission so long. You can't say no now that his deep timbre is back beside you where it belongs, close and vibrating in your ear, rattling down to your spine to...
Your stomach rumbles louder than Steve's voice.
"I need to feed."
The whine is pathetic, but it's true. You spent the whole day worrying about why Steve's return was delayed, his quinjet arriving home thirteen hours later than Natasha and Clint's. No communication, no explanation other than an electrical storm. You're so hungry, but you were more distracted by Steve's absence.
"But I'm here," Steve mutters, sucking in your bottom lip before claiming the breadth and depth of your mouth all at once.
His tongue slicks across your teeth, snagging on a fang, and the coppery spice of it sends a familiar pulse of need, creating a ripple in the pond of hunger lingering beneath your skin.
Steve has never played this dangerous game before. He doesn't realize that taste trumps all else when you're desperate. The feel of him squirming between your legs won't stop it. The whispers of dirty little praises can't deter it. The smell that comes off him while he moans and grinds in a plea for friction makes it worse.
He grabs at your ass just as he breaks for air, tossing his head back to move the hair clingy over his sweaty forehead, and there it is.
You only realize you've latched onto his neck when you hear Steve cry out. The single, fortifying gulp of his blood that you manage to down is just a tease.
"Oh god, Stevie, I'm sorry." Your hand flies up to press at his throat. "Please, baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."
But it's torture. Forcing yourself to stop drinking is like voluntarily stopping sex at the moment of climax. You've never been able to explain the feel of your hunger to Steve, and truth be told, you never really wanted him to know.
Vampires enjoy feeding like humans enjoy sex. It's a carnal pleasure that lives deep within and cannot be tamed.
Steve can't know that.
You have to force yourself not to lick at the slow trickle of excess escaping from between your fingers.
Low and rolling like a peal of distant thunder, Steve only manages one word.
"Fuuuuuuuck."
His grip tightens, wrenching your body close, almost painfully marked by the intense press of his palms. His head slowly tilts forward.
Steve's eyes are completely black, pupils so wide you'd never know the blue hidden away somewhere.
"Do it again," he demands, and even though you're the one technically feasting on him, Steve is fully in control.
He loosens a hand to pry yours away from the rapidly healing wound on his neck and preens, stretching that thick column of muscle to pulse tantalizingly inches from your salivating mouth.
Not fair. It's not fair at all...but you're just soooo hungry. Now you're ruined. Now you know. Steve Rogers is delicious in every sense. He enjoys feeding your every sense, too. He lives for it.
That night, you created a monster in the most unexpected way.
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This concludes the Fantasy Friday asks for this week, but I will still respond to the remainder as best I can and queue them up for next time! Thank you for reading, gang, and I hope you enjoyed the fun romps today.
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bombingqueen · 6 months
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Season 2 and 3: The Winchester's and the Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Demon Deals
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Season 2 rating: 9/10
Best episodes from S2: Simon Said, RoadKill, and AHBL I & II
Worst episode: Hollywood Babylon (Just boring)
Season 3 rating 6/10
Best Episodes from S3: No Rest for the Wicked and The Kids Are Alright
Worst episode: Red Sky at Morning (just boring)
Sterling K. Brown is amazing his role as Gordon Walker is great.
I wish the special children plot line lasted longer. I believe so much more could have been done with them.
Ellen and Jo are not the best written characters on a re-watch. I liked them first time but not anymore.
Love episodes with 'human' monsters
Law enforcement episodes are some of my favorites
Dean doesn't have the best mental health in season 1 but in season 2 and 3 he has really started to derail. Couldn't keep his father save and he might lose his brother to an undetermined future.
Sam does stupid shit when he is emotional especially when Dean is involved.
Bella Talbot is a Boss Bitch. I like her more this time around.
Ava is adorable even if she turns into a little serial killer. "I just helped steal some dead guy's confidential files! I'm awesome"
I want to know the story behind 'funky town' Did happen before Sam went to Stanford or when he started hunting with Dean again?
Honestly, Gordon acting like Dean wasn't gonna hunt his ass down for murdering Sam is hilarious
Sam always blames himself for situations out of his control. Makes me sad.
I'm pretty sure that the hotel in Playthings is an Antebellum home.
2.12 Everytime I watch Nightshifter, I can only think of this:
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2.12 Dean is such a simple man :" I like him. He says okey-dokey." What a fuckin dork. I love him.
2.12 Sam is so exasperated and bitchy this episode
2.12 Victor Henriksen was short-lived. Would've have been nice for the boys to have an ally in the feds.
2.12 The ending is amazing
Sam continues to believed that he can't be saved
Jared Padalecki is amazing and terrifying in 2.14 Born Under a Bad Sign
2.14 Demons really be trying to make the boys divorce
2.14 The Jo scene is so uncomfortable and the actors did amazing job of portraying it
2.14 I literally read a fanfic where Dean was in the place of Jo. It was some good shit not gonna lie
2.14 I'm pretty sure Meg was shocked that Dean would literally help his brother get away with murder. What's one more crime?
2.14 I have to give it to Meg. She was really trying to get Dean to turn against Sam and kill him. Hell, if she stopped possessing Sam after using his body to kill Dean, Sam would have embraced his dark destiny
Poor Sam. Dean knows what Madison meant to him in more ways than one
Wish we saw more of the lawyer and Deacon from 2.19 Folsom Prison Blues
2.19 Dean having fun in prison and fitting is so well is such a vibe. Sam's being disturbed by it was amusing.
2.20 Even in a world where they were never hunters, Dean still becomes an alcoholic
2.20 Wincest fics having DJINN are my favorite. Good shit right there
2.20 Dean wants Sam to be happy but not at the expense of losing their relationship with one another. Bruh, that shit is depressing.
Aww! Sam is Azazel's favorite
Andy is me in AHBL
Sam flexing his leadership skills in cold oak. Feel like a proud momma
Sam's first death hits hard. The relief on his face when he sees Dean coming for him. The last thing before death he sees is Dean allowing him to let go safely. And Dean just holding onto his world with desperation as his soul dies along with Sam.
Sam finding out about Dean's deal is heartbreaking. He was taken from his brother by a demon, finds out about his demon, he was killed violently, and then he is resurrected only to find out his brother sold his soul. Poor Sammy.
I forgot how shocking Sam's descent into savagery is. Blood thirsty little giant. Don't blame him though. I would be pissed off to if I was stabbed in the back literally and metaphorically
John really climbed out of the bowels of hell, saved his boys, and yeeted to Heaven
Dean becoming catatonic after Sam's death is so sad; his entire world just ended. Family may not end in blood but he is sole survivor of his own blood
Jensen Ackles flexing his acting chops with his emotional scenes begging for his brother to be okay and then having a monologue over his corpse is so fuckin good. Makes me cry everytime.
Demons calling Sam the Boy King or any alternative will never not be cool but it will continue to be funny
I like episodes involving their childhood and baby Dean tried so hard for Sammy
I actually didn't care for blond Ruby the first time I watch the series but I like her more during the re-watch. She is awesome and snarky
As much as I like Bella, she is fuckin dumb for stealing the colt like what the hell man. She reaped what she sowed right there
I used to find mystery spot funny but is more depressing than anything. Sam was barely holding on to his sanity and his moral compass was derailing fast
The way Dean begins to become more unhinged as his deal grows closer made my heart hurt
Lilith poked a goddam bear torturing and killing Dean in front of Sam's face. Gotta give her props; she had fuckin balls considering Sam's future. Guess Lucy didn't give her the memo or just didn't care since he was stuck in the cage. Having Sam Winchester on your ass is probably worse than facing Dean. Unhinged Sammy is somethin else
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| Previous Scene- “You’re Gonna Be An Aunt” |
[TW: Nightmares, mentions of death… in childbirth. CW: Anakin is shirtless. Oh, um… apologies for my rants about being in George Lucas’s walls… which is not true. Obviously, I don’t live in his walls. I’m not a rat]
{Padmè’s Apartment}
(Anakin watches Padmè brushing her hair on the balcony. It’s peaceful, serene. Best of all… no paradoxists are awake to interrupt this little moment. Everything is perfect, happy… and it’s completely understandable that Padmè is already planning for the future of her unborn child. But that’s just- It’s all good, and reasonable) “Ani, I wanna have our baby back home on Naboo. We can go to the lake country where no one will know, where we can be safe.” (She turns around, looking at her husband with a bright smile) “I can go early and fix up the baby’s room. I know the perfect spot. Right by the gardens.”
(Anakin is mesmerized, enchanted… hypnotized by his wife. Everything about her just makes him think back to the moment he first laid eyes on her, and the fact that she’s still here with him… warms his heart) [I was gonna be thirsty but then I realized that I should… definitely save it for when it’s more appropriate. So instead, I’ll just say something less worthy of one of those tweets you’d see in a Buzzfeed video- get on that one with Hayden!- because… well… soft. Here we go: Hayden Christensen’s voice makes me feel heart flutters when he says this line] “You are so… beautiful.”
(Padmè stops brushing her hair, looks at her husband with a flirtatious smile) [george… what is this dialogue?] “Well, it’s only because I’m so in love.”
(Anakin shakes his head) “No.” (A small chuckle) “No, it’s because I’m so in love with you.” [don’t lie: we all get tongue tied when we’re in the presence of Natalie Portman. But George, I ask once again: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS DIALOGUE??!!!]
(Padmè puts on a false expression of hurt) “So love has blinded you?” [now, this dialogue is fine- No, I mean, it makes sense for the moment… BUT IT’S NOT FINE!!! GEORGE, WE GET IT! YOU’RE A FUCKING POET! STOP THIS MADNESS AND LET PEOPLE HAVE THEIR HEARTS IN THEIR CHESTS UNHARMED!! WHY MUST YOU RIP THEM UP TO SHREDS?!! I AM IN YOUR WALLS, GEORGE! For legal reasons, I am not actually in your walls, but I will be in contact with your accountants because they have your information, hence the reason I am now declaring that I WILL BE BILLING YOU FOR MY THERAPY!]
(Anakin chuckles again, realizing what he said moments before now) “Well, that’s… not exactly what I meant.”
[MY THERAPY BILLS ARE COMING FOR YOU, GEORGE!!!!!! FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!!!! I HOPE SHAKESPEARE IS WALKING BEHIND YOU AND AFFECTIONATELY HAUNTING YOU AS A MEANS OF FUCKING PRAISE!!!!] “But it’s probably true.” (A few seconds pass. Padmè giggles and walks to the father of her child) “You know… I haven’t told my parents about the baby.”
(That reminds Anakin…) “I told Katniss.”
(Re: the sudden shift in his demeanor) “Ani, you don’t seem happy about that.”
(He sighs, trying to figure out how best to say it. He knows that this situation is complicated, but he also wants to focus on the positives… like Obi-Wan once told him) “Well… she’s been through so much, and I think the news might’ve triggered some… feelings about her own life. But she did bring up a good point.”
(Padmè rests on his chest) “What’s that?”
(A deep sigh) “The war needs to end before the baby is born.”
(She nods, thinks about the fact that it’s been a long time since the war started. Everything feels so… different now compared to three years back. But perhaps, after the end, everything will go back to the way it once was)
^time skip^
<in a dream, Padmè is crying out in pain. She’s visibly frightened, calling out for help from the only person who could possibly be having this nightmare: “Anakin! Help me! Please!” In the background, amongst the screaming of Padmè, there’s another sound. It’s very clear that this is coming from the same baby that’s coming to the world in a matter of months. Which means that this is the future, which means that… oh no. NO!!! NOT THIS AGAIN! NO!>
{Padmè’s Apartment, The Master Bedroom}
[quick thirst comment: I wanna lay down on Anakin Skywalker’s soft chest, preferably when he has no shirt on. Oh, did you expect me to be a ho? You can find me being a ho in the far more mature Mixiverse stories under the name “The Justice League of Avengers”. Oh, I can already hear it: “BuT LAsT NiGhT iN SoHO iS iN ThE MIx-INs: ThE InTerLuDe YEArS, aNd ThAT mOviE iS abOUT AnYA TayLor JOy’S ChAracTer bEiNg tRiCked inTo an UndErgROUND SeX RiNG!“ YES! BUT THE MOVIE IS ALSO VERY SCARY AND HAS LOTS OF BLOOD AND JUMPSCARES!!! THE FIRST INTERLUDE YEAR IS MATURE IN THE SENSE THAT YOU WILL HAVE NIGHTMARES ABOUT THE SOURCE MATERIAL IF YOU ARE NOT READY FOR THAT SHIT!!! FUCK OFF! But yeah. Hayden’s chest really is something else, but what about- Never mind. Just… let’s keep going. We’re about halfway through Part One of this episode. 😓] (In the darkness of the night, a shirtless Anakin jolts awake from his terrifying nightmare. There’s beads of sweat covering his face and his body)
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(Remember how he was able to hold his own weight as well as Obi-Wan’s and Palpatine’s? During that whole debacle in the elevator shaft on the Invisible Hand? Well, he’s clearly gotten a lot more muscular from the last time we saw him without a shirt. Oh, and he’s got that mechanical arm as well. Anyhow, the young man is still catching his breath after the adrenaline rush that came from waking up. He has several thoughts on his mind, but the most important one is Padmè. He looks down beside him, and he feels a bit of relief when he sees his wife sleeping peacefully on her side. But he’s still too shaken by the nightmare, feeling the same pain that he felt in the days leading up to his mother’s death. He had nightmares about that too. And he was too late to save her. What about this time? Anakin moves the covers off of his body, shifts his position to the side of the bed. He feels like he’s going to lose his grip on his emotions, which causes him to crouch over and put his head in his hands. He’s trying not to cry, but he’s terrified. His heart is in his chest, beating loudly in a raging rhythm as the nightmare replays in his head. After a few seconds, Anakin pulls himself together. There’s no use in dwelling on this awful thing, and he decides to leave the room. Grabbing his night robe, he stands and walks out of the bedroom. He passes by the door to his sister’s bedroom, where he can sense the pain she’s experiencing. But he doesn’t want to bother her with his own troubles right now. It could wait until morning)
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{Living Room}
(Anakin is sitting on his own when the lights come on, and in walks Padmè, who gently touches his shoulder and asks…) “What’s bothering you?”
(Anakin turns around, looking at her with a small smile. He sighs and glances at the japoor snippet he carved when he was nine) “Nothing.” (He takes a closer look at the snippet) “I remember when I gave this to you.”
“How long is it gonna take for us to be honest with each other?”
(Anakin avoids eye contact with his wife, afraid of her reaction when he reveals…) “It was a dream.”
[guys, this is Star Wars, not Stranger Things. I know she sounds and looks exactly like Millie, but hold on. Be rational here] “Bad?”
“Like the ones I used to have about my mother, just before she died.”
“And?”
(He finally looks at her) “And it was about you.”
(She puts her hand on his back, trying to comfort him) “Tell me.”
(Anakin sighs, gets up from where he’s sitting) “It was only a dream.” (He walks away, takes a moment before turning to look at her again) “You die in childbirth.”
(She clutches her womb) “And the baby?”
“I don’t know.”
(She walks up to him) “It was only a dream.”
“I won’t let this one become real.”
“This baby will change our lives. I doubt the Queen will allow me to continue to serve in the senate. And if the Council discovers you’re the father, you’ll be expelled-“
“I know. I know.”
(A beat) “Do you think… Obi-Wan might be able to help us?”
[YES! DUDE! YES! FUCKING ASK FOR HIS HELP, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! OMG!!!!] “We don’t need his help.” (He smiles softly) “Our baby is a blessing.” [now, you see, Anakin is starting to become self aware of the audience. He knows what y’all have been asking] “And besides, we have an entire team here to help us.” [babe, that’s not how it works! 😫]
“Ani-“
“They’re family, Padmè. I know they’ll help us. I’m certain of it.” (He brings her towards him, hugs her)
| Next Scene- Yoda Advises Anakin to Let Go |
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frodo-with-glasses · 1 year
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More Reading Thoughts: “The Land of Shadow”
Ding dong, finally moving on to a new chapter! I know it actually wasn’t a long time, but feels like we spent so long in the Tower of Cirith Ungol…but now on to new territory!
Two sentences in and Frodo is already trying to chuck himself off a cliff LOL 🤣🤣
“Well, here goes, Mr. Frodo. Good-bye!” Sam really is Mr. Guess I’ll Die in these chapters, isn’t he?
Suddenly: BUSHES
Having gone walking in the desert in Arizona and still finding burrs in my sneakers months later, I can confirm that thorns are little spawns of the devil in plant form.
And then they both have a lie-down. Or Frodo has a lie-down, and Sam has a nap. Good. They need it.
Fjshdskfj this whole thing about the mail coat is. Aaaahh. It’s frickin’ killing me. I can’t believe I glossed over it when I was a kid. Frodo like “I’m too weak to go on wearing this” and Sam like “but we have to protect you somehow” and Frodo like “it’s no use, I don’t have the strength, I’m sorry, please don’t think I’m ungrateful, I know you went through a lot of effort to get it for me” and Sam like “oh my word, don’t worry about me! I’m the one who’s supposed to be worrying about you!” and I just. Nnnnggaahh! They *clenches fist* love each other so much I’mma frickin’ die
Also, “Don’t talk about it, Mr. Frodo. Bless you! I’d carry you on my back, if I could.” FOOORESHADOWING!!
Frodo has a Nazgûl detector. Side effect of the Morgul Blade, perhaps??
THAT REFERENCE TO THEODEN THO. HECK.
The Witch King has just been slain! No wonder the weather is changing in Mordor! Aw, man, if only Frodo and Sam knew what Merry had just helped to do…they’d be so proud, bro.
Sam: “Don’t you feel better?” Frodo: “No, not really.”
Pfffft way to be a downer, Frodo 🤣
WATERRRRRR!!
HECKIN’. WATERRRRRR!!!!
AAAAAHHHHHH I could cry 🤣🤣
Sam like “let me try it first” and Frodo like “:-( but I’m thirsty too” and Sam like “I know that, but I’m trying to test if it’s poisonous” fjshjdks they’re hilarious
Water in the desert. Heck. Frickin’. Do I need to restate how much water is a symbol of hope and rest and restoration and life in this story?? Heck to the frick frickin’ heck.
I love how just the presence of plant life in Mordor makes me feel like that’s a victory somehow. Like “HECK YES, STICK IT TO THE MAN, YA BALLSY LITTLE TREES, YOU GO!!”
Sam holding Frodo’s hand to try to keep himself awake 🥺
THE STAR BETWEEN THE CLOUDS!! HECK! So this is where that passage comes from! “In the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach”, AAAAAHHHHH—
Also the hobbits sleeping hand in hand is very cute but also. Sam. Sam you’re supposed to be on guard duty LOL
Good to know Aragorn’s distractionating is working.
Frodo is. Such a downer. I love him so much you guys. 🤣 “The whole thing is hopeless. There’s no way we’re gonna make it. Welp, let’s do this.”
This is what Peter Jackson’s trilogy got right when they had Gimli say, “Certainty of death, small chance of success—what are we waiting for?” It’s played for laughs there, but that really is the defiant optimistic pessimism that surrounds this story. It’s glorious. Gritty, stubborn, desperately clinging to life, bruised and bloody-knuckled and exhausted but still breathing, and clawing forward inch by inch if that’s all it can do. Relatable as heck, and inspiring like nothing else. Lord give me defiance like that.
Yooooo but that spat between the orcs tho. Now we know Gollum is still around, and nabbed Frodo’s mail shirt, and that word has reached the orcs that the Witch King is dead….and also orcs are ranked by numbers?? Very sophisticated. Very dehumanizing. Very Evil Overlord Army.
Sam hates Gollum with every thread of his being. And for good reason, too.
Frodo hears Sam’s whole story, and when it’s finished, he says nothing, but “took Sam’s hand and pressed it”.
I am. I am going buckwild about this. Didn’t I say that Frodo’s love language is Words of Affirmation, and Sam’s are Acts of Service and Physical Touch?? But here—here Frodo’s love language fails. He has no words left. He’s too exhausted. His love language offers him nothing. So he uses Sam’s.
I am. I am going to throw something. Scream. Cry, maybe. I just. AAAAAAAAAHHHHH—
“I’ll try and be a bit quicker, Sam.” FRODO I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT I WOULD KILL FOR YOU—
Sam just letting Frodo eat and drink the last of their store, and sleep on his own cloak, is. So much. Sam. You beautiful, self-sacrificial little saint, I would die for you (but you would probably insist on dying first).
Ooh, Gollum tried to come take the Ring while Sam was away getting water. Gaaaahhh, this is a so suspenseful.
Aaaand Frodo drank all the water LOL
Well, they’re caught. Here goes. Only about a page left to the chapter…
Oh! So the whole “hit me, start fighting” thing was invented by the movies. Makes sense. Couldn’t be too exciting, after all.
And what we have learned, kids, is that we can credit the survival of Middle Earth to the fact that Mordor doesn’t have traffic lights.
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