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underthetree845 · 5 months

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Skipping Beats

15 pm! Dazai/15 pm! Reader (oneshot)

Cws: gn! reader, 15 pm! reader, 15 pm! dazai, ada dazai, dazai's pov, 15 chuuya, ! slight dazai's backstory spoilers ! , first kiss, fluff, dazai being dazai, memories, implied mutual pining

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Summary: How did Dazai and Reader end up sharing their first kiss as teenagers?

A/n: I giggled so much while writing this 😭 I love making Dazai calm on the outside but internally panicked on the inside. Also here is (@/kimjiho1's requested credit for use of the first divider).

“You think I can’t?” “I know you can’t.” “What makes you so sure?” “You’ve never done it before.” “So? There’s a first time for everything.” “Prove it.” “You want me to?” “Just don’t blame me when you-”

He was about to make another remark when he was involuntarily cut off. Dazai froze in place and found himself unable to know how to respond to your action, which was a rarity in itself. Admitting that he’s never kissed anyone before either would be equivalent to suicide, not the painless kind. Aware that he probably looked like a deer caught in headlights, Dazai allowed his eyelids to sink closed. Your lips were soft, he noted, softer than he expected anyone’s to be, and up close he could tell you smelled good too. The sensation caused a tension on the inside of his skin and a scalding on the outside. It was hot- but not irritation or malevolence. It didn’t burn, just spread, warming his body from the tips of his fingers to the top of his head, causing something to stir in his chest.

The kiss was over as suddenly as it started. Your cheeks were deeply flushed, and you looked at him with a mixture of satisfaction and obvious anxiety dripping down your throat. Dazai was observant to every twitch of your muscles and length of your breath, and he was sure you were aware of the same. It took him a moment to remember to breathe as the moment lingered.

“You’ve got more guts than I thought, I’ll give you that,” Dazai chuckled slightly, swiping a thumb over his bottom lip. Your breath wavered as you let out a sigh and leaned back in your seat. “Well? See? I did it?” you huffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “And I’m honored to have been the one to have received your first kiss,” he smirked. “Inexperienced as you may be, it wasn’t bad for a first try.”

You squinted your eyes. “Oh and my wisdom could never compare to one so vast as yours?” you raised an eyebrow. “Precisely,” the brunette smiled complacently. “So teach me,” you leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees. His pause was momentary, but noticeable for someone who usually couldn’t shut their mouth. “Hmm, Bella, are you sure you aren’t just using this as an excuse because you want more?” he teased, despite how his hands nearly trembled at the thought. “Well for someone as omniscient as yourself, that shouldn’t even matter when dealing with someone so inexperienced, right?” you persisted. “You have nothing to lose.” Seeing no other way out, Dazai exhaled with feigned contempt. “Fine, if you really want me to that badly,” he turned to face you again in his seat, “but just this one time.” “Whatever you say,” you replied with a smile, one he wanted so badly to kiss smack off your face. “Okay so first, there needs to be a bit of foreplay,” Dazai stated, you nodded and locked eyes. “You don’t just ram your lips into theirs,” he continued, “you have to make them want to kiss you first.” “And how do I do that?” you tilted your head. Dazai gulped. “It’s about the atmosphere,” he explained, leaning his elbow on the table to his left, slightly closer to you, “it has to be intimate.”

“Like this?” you asked. It took every muscle in Dazai’s body to not involuntarily twitch at the contact. He didn't know how much longer he’d last with your hand cupping his cheek so gently.

“Not bad,” he affirmed. “Next,” he spoke a little lower, “you have to look at them like you want to kiss them.”

“I think I’ll need a little something to go on, Dazai,” your grin was goading, but so, so warm. The corners of your eyes crinkled, your lips curved so perfectly, you looked at him between your eyelashes and he knew he would have trouble standing if he tried.

The mafia executive took a deep breath and placed one hand on your waist, the other loosely over your other hand which rested in your lap.

“That’s good, be sure to tilt your head as you lean in,” even Dazai knew his voice sounded strained. “It helps if you glance between their eyes and lips as you do.” How long had he craved attention like this? So long he’d searched for something that might make him understand what he could not, a scrap of something real, something in this world worth living for. Did he even deserve attention like this- from you of all people?

To him, you were an angel walking on earth.

Either that, or you were the devil trying to fool a sinner such as himself into believing that he could be worthy of such tender affection. Your eyes, glassy, glanced down at his lips and he took notice of the start of a blush on your cheeks. He could feel your breath, it mingled with his, the world seemed to still as both of you leaned in. You allowed your eyelashes to flutter closed and Dazai soon followed. If he thought your first kiss blew his mind, your second was the most extraordinary moment of his life. He hadn’t gotten the chance to savor the taste of your lips, how warm they truly were, how he wanted to melt into your embrace for all eternity. Dazai tilted his head to deepen the kiss and felt you shudder. You each had a hand resting on your lap, his on top of yours. He wasn’t quite sure who did it first, but soon your fingers were intertwined.

You were the first to pull away but you kept close, your foreheads resting against one another. Dazai breathed heavily, scanning your face for any sign of dissatisfaction or even disgust. “Was that good?” you spoke, embedded into your voice was that softness he wanted more than anything to be carried away by. You locked eyes and Dazai couldn’t help the way his heart skipped a beat, maybe two. He stared for another moment, lips parted, feeling the most real he ever had in a long time. “...Y/n,” he started, giving your hand a squeeze, “I-”

“Oh what the hell you two,” a voice interrupted from the side. Dazai jumped slightly before turning his head, not used to being caught off guard. You startled backwards; he immediately missed the warmth your closeness brought, but found a certain satisfaction in the fact that your hands remained in a tight lock. Chuuya stood with his hand on the door, a slightly embarrassed grimace on his face. He held a bag of convenience store snacks at his side, the food he had been sent to purchase after losing to Dazai thirty two times in a row at rock paper scissors.

“N-nakahara!” you swallowed, your grip on Dazai’s hand growing tighter, “That was fast!” “The convenience store is three blocks away,” Chuuya murmured, setting the plastic bag down and crossing his arms. “So, are we going to talk about it... or?”

You turned to face Dazai again and he slowly shifted his gaze from the redhead back to you, an almost repulsed look on his face. “Eugh, Y/n,” he started, hunching his back in towards you. You furrowed your brows and leaned in closer. “I think a big slimy slug just walked in,” he whispered, and an offended scoff came from the boy standing to his right. Dazai didn’t miss the way you had to hold back a laugh, and found himself grinning as Chuuya aggressively grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“Dazai-san?” the man’s eyes flew open at the sound of his name, he slid his headphones down to his neck and turned to the source of the voice, tilting his head curiously. “What’s up Atsushi-kun?” he inquired, still leaning back in his office chair with his hands folded behind his head. “Oh! Sorry,” Atsushi gave a small, sheepish smile, “I wasn’t sure if you were asleep or not. You must have been thinking pretty hard about something.” “Hm,” Dazai replied, gaze shifting to the floor, “guess I was.” Atsushi paused for a moment, Dazai removed his hands from the back of his head. “What were you thinking about?” “Just some old memories. Don’t worry about it.”

A/n: Thank you for reading, I really enjoyed writing this <3 (it was based on a daydream).

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auspicioustidings · 6 months

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Make your own way home

Word Count: 850

SPOILERS for MWIII BELOW THE CUT!

Summary: Short little drabble of what happens a few weeks after that ending cut scene.

CW: Dubcon/non-con by virtue of spirit possession.

If there was ever an example of wrong place, wrong time, you think you were it. The trip alone to the Highlands was supposed to be a journey of self-discovery. It was supposed to calm your mind, let you meditate in nature and find some peace. Not be in your head so much.

And now here you were, in your head. Stuck in your head.

You hadn’t ever really given much thought to whether you believed in ghosts or not. You thought of them as something from horror films, always creeping in the dark and spooking young couples in their new house. You had never considered that they could be out in the hills during the daylight, waiting for a warm body to commandeer.

And he had commandeered you without too much of a fight. For a few hours you had wrestled him for control, but his will was overpowering. It didn’t help that whoever had rudely put themselves in the driver's seat was an arse.

Let me out

“Cannae dae that, got places to be.”

It’s my body!

“Our body hen.”

No, absolutely not, this is not a communist body, this is single ownership

“In that case, it’s my body” he laughed, seemingly finding your screaming in your (his?) head amusing.

It is NOT

“Let me see if I have a pretty wee body tae match my pretty wee voice.”

You could only watch as he took your body to the lakeside and peered into the glassy surface. It was bizarre, watching your own face light up in a grin that looked nothing like yours. He seemed pleased with what he was looking at, and you thought if you were in control you might have blushed. In fact, you knew that to be the case seeing a dusting of colour appear. Interesting, your body at least still reacted to your emotions.

“Fuck me, look at this,” he all but purred, a hand coming to squeeze at your chest.

Oh, oh it wasn’t just your emotions that your body still reacted to. You felt the touch as if it was someone else’s hand on you and you certainly felt the sick little bolt of pleasure from it. The little bit of excitement of how horribly wrong this was.

“Dinnae tempt me hen, told ye we have places to be. Once we get there we can play together as long as ye want.”

You could not think of a single thing to say to that and you almost felt a sense of motion sickness when your body started moving again, trekking through the mountains at a pace you would never go at. You tried everything. You pictured a battering ram to try and smash through to get control and he responded by putting thoughts in your shared headspace of the ramming turning lewd. You sang obnoxiously and he only joined in using your voice, delighted with how it sounded. You gave him the silent treatment and got so painfully bored of it that within 30 minutes you were back to just wailing in your head.

“Ye know, they dinnae usually stay.”

What do you mean?

“When we take a body, the previous tenant disnae usually stick around.”

Am I going to die?

“Naw if ye dinnae want that. Even if ye did, might keep ye around. If ye behave might even let ye have control for a wee bit, would ye like that?”

If being possessed was not terrifying enough, the concept that the thing possessing you one, had plenty of experience and two, had never had anyone survive was making you feel sick. You felt that feeling in your body and he felt it too if his confused little grunt was anything to go by.

“Come on hen, be nice,” he said, not stopping but shoving a hand unceremoniously into your pants to rub gently. “Just relax.”

It was an insane feeling, you touching yourself but it actually being someone else controlling the movements. He wasn’t going fast, the languid pace seemingly aiming to soothe more than anything. It was wild that it sort of worked, that sick feeling fading out to a hazy rolling pleasure that was only just a gentle simmer.

At some point you felt your thoughts drift off to a strange sleep even though your body was still awake and moving. When you felt consciousness leak back in, you could see yourself approaching a house.

“Look who's finally awake! Good timing princess” he said. You could hear the exhaustion in your voice, you wondered if he had let himself and the body sleep at all. Maybe if the body slept, you could wrestle back control.

You watched as your hand came to knock at the door. Watched it open to reveal a huge man in a skull balaclava. Watched and very much felt when your body launched at him, pushing the mask up to get your lips on his. He reacted as if he knew you, holding your body tight and laughing into your lips.

“Knew you’d make your own way home.”

“Always do LT.”

#fanfic #john soap mactavish x reader #ghost x reader #soap x ghost #mw3 spoilers #mwiii spoilers #I see that Activision has made a decision but as it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it #and I would love to go on about the potential for this lore to actually have been going on for generations but I shan't #mhairiwrites

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broodwolf221 · 1 month

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Happy Friday!!!

For Velari from the unusual words prompt list (also can I use this list it's awesome!!)

"eleutheromania - an intense desire for freedom or liberation"

Happy Writing!

ah thank you this was so fun with her /u\ such a fitting prompt! and by all means! :o love it when ppl want to use that list negl @dadrunkwriting note: contains a minor spoiler for my Antiquation series but it’s rly nbd 645 words cws: none

In Haven, she’d been nothing but busy. Adjusting to the mark on her hand, trying to seal rifts, working towards sealing the Breach, and juggling politics besides—none of which were familiar things for her. After a while the walls seemed oppressive and her little cabin, although of a good size for an individual, began to feel cramped.

But then Corypheus had struck and Haven had been buried. That she had survived was a near-impossibility she did not care to dwell upon, and the subsequent journey to Skyhold had been taxing in the extreme, every step worrying about her people—and wondering when, exactly, they had become her people. Everything was wide open on that journey but it did not comfort her, not in this context, not with all their eyes still upon her.

Then she had to dedicate herself to establishing Skyhold as an effective base of operations. It had to be able to withstand another assault from Corypheus, although she did not believe he would strike so soon after his most recent... well, defeat was a strong word when he had laid waste to Haven. Calling it a stalemate might be more accurate.

Her room in Skyhold was disturbingly luxurious, particularly with their soldiers camped out in the valley below. She felt guilty about it, but could not deny that the wide-open vistas set her at ease. Often when she had given up on sleep for a night she would layer in furs and blankets and sit out on one of the balconies, watching the stars above and staring at the peaks of mountains.

It took a long time until she could sneak away for a day. She had told Josephine that she wanted to check the path up the mountain, to make sure it was still clear for anyone who sought the journey to Skyhold. The ambassador had been insistent that she take someone along, that she not go alone, but she’d been equally insistent—everyone was busy and she needed a bit of space to clear her head. Eventually Josie had acquiesced, although with obvious hesitation, but they had named her Inquisitor: they could not very well deny her now, could they?

She had gone out with a pack and her staff, and when she was far enough away to be out of sight of the guards she settled all in the hollow of an old tree, quickly stripping and storing her clothing there as well. The air was brutal against her bare skin, but it would not be skin for long.

She closed her eyes and transformed. At long last. She usually took the form of a halla, that being her preference, but they were about as ill-suited to this environment as she was—instead she became a ram, sure-footed and with a thick coat to protect her. It did not matter that other rams would have avoided her, for there were none here. It did not matter that her subjects might be terrified of her power, for they were safe in Skyhold.

She was free and she ran. She scaled the mountains with an ease that her ‘real’ flesh never would have afforded her, stood at the top of peaks she had stared at from her balcony. She did not bother with trying to act like a ram, exploring as she would in her own skin, nosing through the few hardy shrubs that grew this high up and admiring the lichens growing on trees in the sheltered valleys between peaks.

She also kept an eye on the sun, and when she had been gone for more than two hours she begrudgingly returned to her gear, transformed once more, quickly donned her clothing and her pack, grabbed her staff, and began to walk back to Skyhold feeling more at peace in her body than she had for a long time.

#broodwrites #dadw time #velari lavellan #my girl ;u; my beloved

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housano · 9 months

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It's Time for Housano's Live-A-Half Assed Summaries Presents: How Alphecca got His Groove back Part 6

CW: Live a Hero Spoilers

For Part 5, Click Here

So our merry band of scantily clad heroes make their way down a hallway, that was totes not the same from the Ruins Adventurer Event, to the water source. Alphecca asks Theoreol to go to safety, and while our silly boy appreciates the offer, he declines. He reiterates that his body is made for survival and that he would not get in the way of combat. Also he gets to see the kaibutsu source and the water source, so how can he say no? He did confess that he wanted to analyze the environment first, but c'est la vie. Obsidious then asks him about why he came to Awketh and if it was for alchemy. He confirms that it is because he was quite interested in the healing properties of the water and gets a bit into his origin story and his goal to make imperfect life perfect. We instruct him to look up Housamo and for Shenno-*gets bonked* fine I'll stick to the script. He talks about the alchemist who created him was a weirdo (pot meet kettle). He didn't know anything about humans or what drives him, but as a prototype for the drive for perfect life, he was granted the ability to accumulate knowledge which he has for the past 800 years. With that said we reach the RPG door with the usually tope of "There is a powerful presence on the other side of the door. Do you wish to proceed?"

[No]

->[Duh]

Unfortunately, the door is sealed tight. Obisidous postulates that like at the bathhouse, the kaibutsu must have melted the other side of the door shut, which makes it difficult to push through. However as he keeps ramming his jackhammer into the door, it gets brighter and harder. Obsidious is thinking about the thought of discovering new ores which makes his heart race.

We now get into Obsidious' past and have the 2nd Melodic Meteorite Story Theme Playing to add an extra emotional gut punch which I will include here as you read through his back story because you must suffer with me

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He was found by chance, with no reported accidents or disasters, or at least none of significance. The orphanage became his home. The orphans became his family. He recalls when the orphanage director asked what he was looking at, he wanted to know about why the sky was the color it was, what lies beyond stars, and would he be able to meet someone just like him (😭). The director laments that even though they are a teacher, they do not have all the answers. However, they present our sweet Obsidious with a picture book. Obsidious asks if his bracelet is in the book to which the director said most likely not as the people who brought him said it was incredibly unique. They encourage young Obsidious to keep learning and eventually they will finds something related to the origin of his bracelet. This further sparked Obisidious' drive into the unknown, learning as much as he can, finding rocks and seeing if they are in his book. It's the unknown that kept pushing Obsidious forward.

Eventually he finds himself as a student of Marfik and is pulled into his shenanigans such as a ruin that was promsied was safe that actually came tumbling down. Though initially disappointed with no initial new findings, Marfik is quick to point out that there was a new entrance that opened up and Obsidious realized the material is something he has never seen before. Eventually he ends up becoming a researcher in mineraology. "If there is something I dont know, I want to know why. If there is something I know, I want to move to the next unknown" is the mantra that drives him in search of his home.

Okay you can stop the music

With the help of view power he manages to break through the door and we head off to the final boss so we can get back to sightseeing.

In what looks like the White Dragon's Cave from Lunar: The Silver Star Story we finally meet our final boss and head off to fight him.

Unfortunately, for our heroes, since Theoreol is not participating, the Kaibutsu has a plot buff which Toshu can barely hack into their hp. The Kaibutus is spraying acid which makes it impossible to get close to strike the core. Nevertheless, Alphecca, Obsidious and Poolboy persist until Theoreol points out this situation is unwinnable.

Theoreol said he could try something, and event thought th success is slim,asks us to put our faith in him (of course we do). He says usually he would run away and even he doesn't know why he's proposing this and suggests that being around mortals may be influencing him. He then proceeds to approach the kaibutsu and-

Proceeds to dissolve himself into it.

How Alphecca Got his Groove Back Part 6 - Tastes like Lemons-END

#live a hero spoilers #lahspoilers #live a hero #ラブヒロ #liveahero #Youtube

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fly-chicken · 9 months

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Im here today to talk to you about one of my special interests;

Señor Danny Trejó

This man has lived such a life at age 79; and is still kicking, but I think people don’t really appreciate all this man has been through to be who he is. I genuinely believe his biopic needs to be made bc oh my goodness.

CW: drug usage, incarceration experiences, tough home life, murder, stabbing, death penalty, violence (feel free to lmk more and I’ll add as pointed out)

Also to note; this is a historical summary. Aka the facts with as little of my opinion as I can manage (while considering that I do have a bias), I do not condone the violent acts mentioned. That being said I do sympathize with many actions being a product of circumstance and that this is a man trying to own his past while using his present to make a better future for himself and others. And THAT is why I respect the hell out of him

Ok let’s start this; spoiler alert I look like

By the end

Ok so Im gonna have to categorize this baby; a note, most of this is from his Wikipedia page and subsequent cited sources

Personal

-was born in (1944) as the child of an extramarital affair; his mothers husband was away fighting in WW2 at the time

-He’s been a fan of the LA Rams since their early days (1946) and some of his earliest memories are from sneaking into games as a child

-he fled LA with his family to Texas as a small child bc his father was wanted for stabbing someone. His father turned himself in a year after moving back to LA

-he purchased his childhood home and as of his 2020 biopic, still intermittently lives in it.

-he completed his high school diploma during his stay at Soledad correctional facility (likely during his time in solitary)

-among his many jobs between prison and film; Trejo helped construct the Cinerama Dome in California (now where many of his films have been screened at today) with a construction company as a labourer, a gardener and part time owner of a lawn company

-Trejo has been quoted to still have fears that his life is all just been a dream and that ‘hell wake up in prison with someone urging him to “go get some chow”

-Trejo has been a contributor to several books relating to prison life

-trejo published a cookbook in 2020 and his memoir in 2021

-As of 2020 Trejo owns 8 restaurants; including a taco restaurant, a cantina and a coffee and donut shop. His rainbow cauliflower tacos made the LA times fav recipes of 2017

-He has been married and divorced 4x with 3 children (however he helped raise 2 additional children with his second wife)

-Trejo is a registered Democrat

-battled liver cancer in 2010, moved to be closer to his mom in 2011. She passed while filming the Muppets most wanted in 2013. Although sad, Trejo recalls he didn’t truly break down until Kermit offered his apologies in character (due to his macho personality)

-In 2019 Trejo witnessed a car accident and helped rescue a small ychild from that very wreckage (trapped in the car seat in an overturned SUV)

Prison

-was first arrested at age 10, first incarcerated at age 12 at Eastlake Juvenile Hall

-was in various prisons within the California prison system from 1956-1969 (conflicting accounts say one term may have been till ‘72)

-notable stints include; three years at Camp Glen Rockey in San Dimas for stabbing a sailor in the face with broken glass, a stint in Los Angeles County in 1961 where he met Charles Manson (who Trejo describes as a “dirty, greasy, scrawny white boy” who was an allegedly talented hypnotist), Soledad in 1968 where he hit a guard with a rock during a prison riot on Cinco de Mayo. Due to this he was sent to solitary confinement and faced capital charges and the death penalty. He also completed the 12 step program at this time.

-His most memorable stint was in San Quentin in 1966; his heron use was exacerbated here. Here he was a debt collector and drug dealer; often engaging and witnessing acts of violence and occasional murder. He also picked up boxing in this stint and became both a champion of the lightweight and welterweight divisions throughout his other prison experiences.

-his final prison stint was five years of a ten year sentence, most commonly believed to have ended in 1969 (aged 25)

-he was known as the gossip queen of his cell block in several prisons

Drug Usage and Recovery

- Trejo had been using Marijuana since age 8, heron by age 12, and cocaine by age 13; all introduced by his uncle Gilbert

-Trejo overdosed on first heron fix (also under his uncle’s supervision)

- participated in his first drug deal at age 7

-completed the 12 step program during his time in solitary at Soledad. He has been quoted being sober since completing this program, and is celebrating 54 years in recovery

- Trejo became a substance abuse counsellor in 1973, and is still actively working to help substance abuse cases today

-in the 1980s Trejo worked in Western Pacific Med Corp, assisting with the establishment and operation of sober living houses. He also lived in the houses at this time

-He was called to help assist with the cocaine usage amongst teenagers on the set of Runaway Train (1985)

-Trejos work as an actor was meant to help further his work as a rehabilitation counsellor and he claimed it helped him as clients would recognize him as an actor

-While filming scenes at San Quentin for Blood In, Blood Out; trejo helped a prisoner (Mario Castillo) through the 12 step program and remained in touch after his release. Today him and Mario remain great friends and both speak around the country in both juvenile detention centres as well as rehabilitation centres about their experiences

Film

-his character Machete was created FOR the Spy Kids film

-the creator of the Spy Kids franchise is his second cousin

-Danny originally got into acting after meeting a boy in a sober living house who explained he worked a day job as an extra to make 50$ a day (in 1980); between the “easy money”, availability with his schedule and publicity he could provide to the Western Living House Org, Danny decided to find an agent for background rolls

-After being asked to help with cocaine issues on the set of Runaway Train, Trejo was recognized by the screenplay writer, Edward Bunker. Bunker has been a fellow inmate with Trejo in San Quentin and was also a fan of his boxing work. Bunker helped hire Trejo as a boxing trainer on the film and negotiated Trejos pay to be closer to ~$330 a day, due to his additional help on set and general knowledge/experience

-Bunker also helped land Trejo a role as a background actor in the prison scenes in Runaway

-Penitentiary 3 (1987) was his first billed role, during which he met one of the members of the Galbino crime family (one of the 5 mafia families in New York)

-in 1991 Trejo turned down a role offered by Edward James Olmos due to a call from the don of the Mexican Mafia advising him to take a role in Blood In, Blood Out (1993) instead

-During the filming of Blood In, Blood Out; Trejo experienced PTSD while filming his scenes in San Quentin. Especially when filming the scenes in C550, his previous cell from his time incarnated there

-Whike filming Anaconda (1997), Trejo was able to negotiate a higher salary when filming in Venezuela. As Trejo enjoyed leaving the hotel to socialize in his off time…during a possible coup. A particular incident with a group of teenagers with AK-47s brandished at Trejo over his combat boots, helped Trejo negotiate the higher salary to REMAIN at the hotel in his down time

-Trejo contracted Hepatitis C shortly before filming Spy Kids and concluded treatment and recovery just before its premiere (however had gotten so I’ll that his cast noticed his weight loss and demeanour in a different project filmed during spy kids post production)

-Trejo produced his first film in 2014

-To date Trejo has 445 acting credits on IMDB (between 1985-2023) and 84 on screen deaths (12 TV, 72 movies) according to cinemorge (+4 are music video deaths, +1 video game death)

-in total that would make Trejos risk of onscreen death per project roughly 20% per project (89/445)

In Conclusion

#danny Trejo #in conclusion this is the celeb I would have dinner with #prison #anecdote #san quentin #biography #life summary #long post #but in all seriousness #where is the biopic Hollywood #cw drugs #cw #drugs #murder #violence #drug usage #death penalty #stabbing #feel free to let me know of any more and I’ll put them here

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basement-cheese · 9 months

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Fanfic!!!

Good Omens 2 spoilers ahead!! Be warned!!!

Cw//This fic contains mentions of blood,fire, depression, angst, and implication of Aziraphale having body dysmorphia! Viewer discretion is advised!

Summary// This takes place somewhere after G.O.2 finale. Aziraphale attempts to negotiate and go back to earth, however, the angels are bastards and Az unfortunately Falls, now attempting to find his way through Hell.

All he could process was the nauseating burning going through his chest and wing bones. This was worse than hellfire. Aziraphale looked up to see the blur of a dozen angels glaring down upon him. As if he were a mere mortal. They didn’t even care. Aziraphale was soon too weak to stand. And that’s when Metatron signaled for the former angel to be taken away. Aziraphale was quite literally dragged into hell. However he didn’t have the energy to fight back. He just huffed out waves of pain and cried. Aziraphale was too focused on the pain in his body to notice that, as most demons seem to do, he gained a few physical attributes that were similar to that of a goat or ram. However when his head became heavier and his vision warped, Aziraphale sunk into despair. He was officially, now a demon. A monster. An evil, unforgivable creature who was far beyond repair. His wings, once full of life and beauty, now sagged on the ground as they dripped with what could only be described as blood with the color of the deepest void and the furthest darkness. Everything felt so…Wrong.

As Aziraphale was thrown into Hell, he stumbled up onto his now hooves, trying to adjust to his backwards knees. It all felt so heavy. He hated it. Aziraphale was shoved around in crowds of demons, who also couldn’t give two shits about anyone either. As if life couldn’t get any worse. As he struggled to navigate his new surroundings, Aziraphale felt a familiar sense in his heart. “Crowley…” a spark of hope trickled in Aziraphale’s voice as he followed Crowley’s aura.

Though Crowley promised himself to never go back to Hell again, he had a few things to get before his “official” departure. And of course, any excuse to bully the other demons, of course. Crowley had been lost in his thoughts for a few minutes. Thinking about how he’s never going to miss this literal hell-hole, and that he and his Bentley could-. He paused, feeling someone approaching him. Someone familiar, but he couldn’t quite tell who. Crowley then turned around, having to take off his shades in order to recognize who it was. “A…Aziraphale…?!”

While attempting to run, Aziraphale had tripped, fortunately falling right into Crowley’s arms. “Oh god, it is you…” the serpent mumbled as he analyzed the other. “A-And I’m not going anywhere again.” Aziraphale tried to force a smile, but instead started to sob, leaning into Crowley’s loving embrace

Shall I continue??? I’m open to any questions or suggestions!

#good omens 2 #good omens #fanfic #good omens spoilers #good omens fanwork #angst #I promise I’ll give them a happy ending #ineffable husbands

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keepmeinmind-01 · 5 months

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Hi! I was wondering if (in the context of your au) both Theseus and Newt had been kidnapped by Grindelwald, what would have been different?

Have a lovely day!

Hey, thank you for this question and sorry I took so long to answer! I hope you had a lovely day too :D I was mulling it over ahah. For context for anyone who sees this little blog, my AU is based on a fanfic I’m writing where after Theseus is kidnapped from the German Ministry in SOD, he becomes a prisoner of Grindelwald (which is, generally, an unfortunate experience).

So also spoilers below in case you are someone else reading this post and interested in reading the fic (“keep me in mind” on AO3). And also a content warning for torture and referenced sexual assault (as usual, will not be an explicit or detailed, but it happens in the fic).

What if Theseus and Newt were captured together by Grindelwald?

(spacing for the CW/TW)

This is a really interesting question and I’ll roughly follow the main parts of my plot, if that’s what your question is asking about? Also, please do excuse if it’s more intense or in depth than you expected haha. I really got thinking about this and I was even like “wow I should have written it this way because I could get all the Scamander bro backstory in earlier rather than the current plan of ramming it all in at around the 40% mark.” Anyway!

So I think this actually could have happened if Lally had let Newt follow Theseus at the German Ministry, since he sort of saw the abduction as it happened and was half-ready to go after him.

I’m hoping that Newt wouldn’t have taken his case with them as this could be game over pretty quickly as Grindelwald would know from their first encounter at MACUSA that Newt would do anything for the creatures.

Obviously, it’d be nice to think he’d do anything for Theseus too, but Grindelwald definitely wouldn’t be above wiping out a load of creatures over going straight to killing the Head Auror of the British Ministry, just based on the fact he didn’t even pause when killing the Qilin. He doesn’t strike me as an animal-rights guy.

Grindelwald would probably evaluate both of them and decide it’s better to work more on Newt. He knows Newt and Dumbledore are close, and Newt’s not an Auror, so in theory he’s an easier target. I think this could manifest in Grindelwald still deciding to torture Theseus but with the aim to get Newt to summon Dumbledore. I think Newt might actually have a way - I can’t remember if in the movies, he had a little device?

But Newt is loyal to Dumbledore to a fault and would share Theseus’s opinion that they should try and hold for a while before giving in. Grindelwald would probably rough everyone up a bit and then go for the throat with Theseus while making Newt watch.

The start in the factory where Grindelwald and Theseus first meet would be difficult and emotional for everyone involved. Theseus taunts Grindelwald much more than he would have otherwise in an attempt to redirect attention solely onto him and protect Newt. But as Grindelwald tortures Theseus, Newt desperately tries to interfere and draw Grindelwald's attention. "Hurt me instead.” Theseus redoubles his efforts to keep Grindelwald’s focus on him instead of Newt, and it works: Grindelwald ignores him.

Afterwards, when Theseus is unconscious and Newt is still conscious, Newt tries to help him with some of the wounds and bleeding by tearing up his clothes and making bandages before Grindelwald’s lackeys come and stun him to take them both off to the Black Forest manor.

Now, it would make more sense for Grindelwald to use Legilimency on Newt, as Newt is the one who seems closer to Dumbledore. Theseus probably still tries to punch Newt in the face and I think Grindelwald would just knock Theseus out for the entirety of the time he’s looking through Newt’s mind after this, seeing a potential problem brewing in the way the brothers are keen to protect one another.

After Grindelwald leaves and Newt and Theseus are both awake, Theseus is first all logical Auror brain and shakes Newt, asking him if he gave away any crucial information, anything about the plan Dumbledore told him and not the rest of the team. A bleary Newt admits he doesn’t know and then starts tearing up at all the other difficult memories Grindelwald unearthed going through his entire brain. Theseus softens at this and gives Newt a reassuring hug, apologising profusely for the situation he’s accidentally landed them in. Newt seems like the kind of person who wouldn’t ascribe blame for this, or at least not at the time.

During early escape attempts, injured Theseus has to lean on Newt. Newt helps him slip through the halls undetected. They debate whether Newt should go alone and send back help. Theseus insists this is the best idea, but Newt is stuck on the idea that they must escape together or not at all, which triggers a few bickering arguments as they try and find a way out (classic Scamander brothers).

Oh man, the love potion bit. I think Vinda would still go for Theseus just because in my fic, part of the reason was just because she knew he was trying to arrest her specifically because of Leta, and she enjoyed the irony. Perhaps Newt and Theseus had to temporarily separate to avoid getting caught and that’s when Vinda finds Theseus. And then some other henchman finds Newt hiding in some crazy place and reunites them, temporarily, in Vinda’s bedroom.

Newt is relieved at first but then realises Theseus is looking at him but looking past him. He waves his hand around and realises his brother can’t actually see anything. At first, Newt doesn’t suspect a love potion and puts it down to shock. Weird, but he supposes difficult times bring out different sides in people. But Theseus is also kind of vacant when questioned. And Theseus is never vacant.

Vinda comes in and Theseus isn’t exactly bubbly or effusive but his attention has very clearly shifted to her with a scary intensity. Vinda sees Newt there and, claiming she wants some privacy, grabs Theseus and disappears, leaving Newt there in whatever bindings the henchmen put him in to think about it.

This part could go really badly very quickly, I won’t lie. In my fic, even though Theseus doesn’t remember much of it, the snippets he does suggest Vinda was quite shameless. But even so, I think Newt being his brother would put her off, so he’d be relatively saved from a worst-case scenario.

Grindelwald tells everyone that Newt is allowed food, a bed, free rein, and more, because he wants to try and coax Newt into betraying Dumbledore. Newt accepts this outwardly but instead spends all his freedom constantly hunting down Theseus and Vinda. Whenever he can catch Theseus alone, he desperately tries to talk sense into him, reminding him of his true self, his love for Leta, and their mission to escape together.

But the potion has too strong a grip. Sometimes Theseus doesn’t even seem to listen, especially when Vinda is using the blinding spell, and just panics and pushes Newt away outright, which is very painful for Newt. This situation would really test him as he’s always criticising himself - is it because he’s awkward? If he was just different, would he be able to get through to Theseus faster? Is this his fault?

Vinda delights in flaunting her control over Theseus in front of Newt. When she finally kisses and caresses a passive, compliant Theseus, Newt finally cannot take it anymore and manages to break free of his captors for a moment. He tackles Vinda away from Theseus, shaking him desperately. "Theseus, please! This isn't you.” The physical shock helps dull the potion's effects briefly. Theseus comes halfway back to his senses, meeting Newt's terrified gaze with dawning comprehension.

Theseus stares down at his hands, feeling the artificial adoration for Vinda briefly waver. But Vinda grabs Theseus's chin forcefully, wrenching his gaze back to her. "You are mine, do you understand? That pathetic brother of yours cannot help you now."

Theseus nods vacantly, the potion quickly drowning out the confusion Newt stirred. But when Vinda presses her mouth to his, Theseus involuntarily recoils. Vinda narrows her eyes. "Kiss me, Theseus. Show me you want this." But her touch makes his skin crawl worse than ever before. He feels suddenly naked, exposed. Newt's intervention unlocks something in Theseus's mind and he wakes up.

Grindelwald forbids Vinda from trying any of the love potion business again. All she’s doing is ruining his plans to gently sway Newt to his side. There are some awkward moments when Grindelwald treats Newt like a guest and Theseus is just there. Theseus is not too bothered by it when he’s not actively being hurt.

In fact, sometimes he even seems to find it funny that his shy little brother is getting the spotlight, and tries to make jokes about it, but underneath he’s deeply concerned about what Grindelwald’s attention to Newt might bring. Newt is, as is common in their relationship, mildly bemused by Theseus.

When they encounter Graves, it’s a much tougher reunion. Theseus remembers him as a friend, comrade-in-arms, and even more. But Newt remembers him as the man who almost took away his creatures, almost executed Tina, maimed Credence, and tortured him on the train tracks.

The real Graves only vaguely knows Newt as Theseus’s little brother who worked with the dragons while all three were in Ukraine. Newt, understandably, has a panic attack at Graves’s face and Theseus slowly calms him down from a suitable distance, as Newt doesn’t like to be touched when anxious. Grindelwald is swift to catch up with them and it’s not long before everyone’s locked up once more.

There’s probably no Vow in this version and no Brazilian Ministry either. What I think would happen would be something along these lines: Grindelwald forces Graves to rough Newt up a bit, pressing on old wounds and memories, and then takes over himself and puts Newt under the Imperius Curse. Like Theseus, Newt would be stubborn and try to throw it off, but Grindelwald would be very persistent.

So, Grindelwald sends Newt out into the world to literally bring Dumbledore to him under a ploy of gentle depiction to take advantage of the trust the two have.

Theseus convinces Grindelwald to let him go with Newt to make sure it goes smoothly. Grindelwald does something that ensures they can’t actually escape at this stage. Maybe an enchanted brand or some kind of other spell or a drastic threat on Theseus. But Theseus talks Newt out of the Imperius Curse using their shared memories—"You're stronger than him, little brother. Come back to me."—and a mixture of tough love (“fucking wake up, Newt!”) and gentle encouragement (“think of the creatures, they need their mummy”) and in the end they make it back having failed the mission.

Probably something bad happens to Theseus again as a result as orchestrated by Grindelwald that leaves them unable to think about escape for another few days because of his resulting condition. Because I don’t see Grindelwald letting that go unpunished.

When the followers of Grindelwald come looking for some easy fun, and latch onto Newt as a result, Theseus just nukes them. No restraint. Not very many regrets. Again, it doesn’t end very well for Theseus but at least he doesn’t have any awkward scars spelling out words and Newt is spared what could have been intense trauma from the group.

Newt gives Theseus some of his food whenever Grindelwald isn’t looking. Theseus always insists he’s not hungry but does a really bad job of hiding it. Newt can’t quite share all the amenities Grindelwald is giving him to try to convince him to betray Dumbledore without Grindelwald punishing Newt for trying to help Theseus, but they do a decent job at getting through.

In return, Theseus tries to calm Newt down whenever he has panicked nightmares, if Grindelwald’s busy and not deliberately making sure Theseus is getting worse treatment to prove to Newt how “lucky” he is.

Occasionally, Newt can even get away with allowing Theseus to sleep on the bed rather than the floor when the henchmen aren’t watching them. Even though it’s a dire situation, both are very keen on creating the pillow barrier/divider down the bed as always, claiming the other’s sleeping habits are just intolerable for a million reasons.

Theseus keeps reminiscing about things that are really not worth reminiscing about. “You know, they used to give out free tea in the Auror break rooms…and biscuits too…” and Newt is like Theseus PLEASE be quiet for just a moment, I know this counts as bonding time for you but I’m trying to worry about my creatures in peace. Theseus is like “yeah…ok…wow, you know, I really miss feeling the London rain on my face…and you know, I also had this really lumpy pillow on the sofa I sometimes used…actually I miss the sofa, you know…?”

To fill the time, Theseus also produces a million fond childhood stories that Newt doesn’t even remember, from when Newt was like 1 or 2 years old. Some tales about an adorable/stupid Newt hint at the tension in their house by accident but Theseus waves it away.

Newt decides he’ll get “revenge” for the embarrassing baby stories and starts giving Theseus encyclopaedic monologues on his creatures in an attempt to show Theseus how boring it is to have someone always talking to you when you’re locked up and suffering together. But he’s a little humbled when Theseus actually intently listens, seemingly keen for anything to take his mind off his injuries. Although Theseus does still determinedly yawn after each creature.

With Grindelwald so distracted from having to constantly deal with both brothers, I think maybe Percival makes the move that leads to the escape and arranges a meeting with Tina, as it’s implied they know one another before he was replaced by Grindelwald. Tina starts setting up a rescue with the full rest of the team (so it’s a group effort, rather than just Newt managing it in this version).

Crucially, as the turning point, Newt pretends to give in and agree, acting as though he has been persuaded by Grindelwald’s hospitality and “mercy”, given that an example hasn’t been made out of him like it has Theseus.

He has to genuinely convince Theseus this is a betrayal otherwise Theseus is going to throw a massive spanner in the works (as usual). So he leaves Numerngaard with Grindelwald, and leaves Theseus behind.

This obviously wrecks Theseus, who mopes around and tries fruitlessly to escape and evade the followers who are keen to find him now Grindelwald’s not supervising.

By going with Grindelwald, and stepping into the outside world, Newt manages to leave some breadcrumbs for Tina and hints for Dumbledore too that mean the team follow the pair and are able to intercept and rescue Newt before he has to return to Nurmengaard with Grindelwald. Graves slips out on his own in the chaos as Grindelwald is distracted and bored of him.

I don’t think anyone can break into Nurmengaard, so my idea for this part is perhaps Grindelwald just returns Theseus (lol). In trying to convince Newt, Theseus’s reactions and resistance to the torture or ideas presented probably would have made Grindelwald move on from the idea that Theseus could help with getting Albus. Sure, he’s probably useful in other ways, but Grindelwald assumes it’s inevitable they’ll cross paths once more and he’ll make good on his ideas at that point in the future.

Shared trauma and not shared trauma and guilt abound. I’d like to think in the vulnerable quiet moments, they discussed their feelings about their estrangement and childhood and Leta in a way you couldn’t outside of a cold dark cell. I’d also like to think the depth of their care for one another is really shown and tested, so they come out of it closer rather than more distant.

Theseus has to help Newt with the aftermath of being Imperiused by Grindelwald, while Newt tries to help as much as he can with the things Theseus alone went through without opening up any gaping wounds.

I feel like they wouldn’t get quarantined, since a deception with two people would be a lot harder to pull off than one. Then again, if Theseus got returned a significant amount of time later, it might still be house arrest for him because that is admittedly suspicious as hell. And maybe Albus is proved right for a dramatic twist? Or maybe Theseus can grit his teeth and bear it because he had the support of both Percival and Newt through it all.

Wow, this was a bit of a ride to write and I hope it’s not too wacky a read! I hope this answers your question ahaha. Angst material abounds :D

#fantastic beasts #theseus scamander #newt scamander

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Wip Intro: To Sing Again

As the daughter of sailors, Princess grew up on shanties and tales of the sea. Having fallen in love with the ocean from the stories told to her by her parents, she begs and begs to be taken sailing herself—and finally, her fathers agree. Everything goes wrong, however, when one of her dads is killed in a mysterious attack on their ship. Torn apart by grief, Creed takes his daughter home and tries his best to keep raising her on his own. But strange things keep happening to him—things that eventually prove his husband Blue is still around and refusing to move on after death. In his ghostly state, however, Blue is only capable of interacting with his husband—or, it turns out, those trained in dealing with undead.

Desperate to see her late father again, Princess enrolls in a school for grave clerics, where she’ll be taught to channel divine magic and guard the barrier between life and death, rejecting all that would blur that line. Secretly, though, Princess has her sights on something higher than holiness—she intends to uncover the lost magic of resurrection, and bring her father back to the realm of the living entirely. Meanwhile, Creed’s grief ferments into anger, and he’s determined to make those who would tear his family apart pay. But the events leading up to Blue’s death are shrouded in mystery, with no clear leads about the culprits or their motives. To get his revenge, Creed will need to do a lot of detective work first, and Blue’s new ghostly visage may come in handy for just that.

Genre: Fantasy

Setting: Quapara, a typical D&D-esque fantasy world. Takes place at least 50 years after the events of SATT and will contain spoilers for the ending.

Tropes/Themes: grief, revenge, self-destruction, ambition, new beginnings, magic school, love triangle that ends in a throuple, rivals to lovers, falling in love with the mark

Characters:

Blue: Half water genasi, half tiefling, 100% blue from head to toe. Has a great many tattoos, curly hair, ridged horns that frame his head like a crown, and eyes that swirl like pearlescent fluid. Dies at age 35 and would be 39 for most of the novel. Raised communally by sailors and it shows. Jovial, mischievous, and artistic, and loves to be the center of attention.

Creed: A tiefling with ruddy red skin, tall, imposing horns, a scruffy beard the color of rust, and a harpoon-shaped tail. 35 when Blue dies, 38 for most of the novel. Raised in a tavern and it shows. Grumpy and a bit cynical, with a soft spot for the people in his family.

Princess: Blue and Creed’s adopted daughter. 12 when Blue dies, and 15 for most of the novel. A pink tiefling with purple eyes and hair and curly ram horns. Stubborn and ambitious, rough around the edges, and good at taking charge.

TW/CW: death, murder, gore, alcohol, self-harm, religion

Vibes: ice and fire mixing together, stormy seas, ghost ships continuing to sail, rebellious teens at a private school, dark academia, royal balls, rowdy taverns, blood on a ship deck, hozier and sea shanties, flowers growing out of a heart

#writblr #wip intro #nanowrimo #wip: TSA #idk where y'all find such pretty pictures for your wip intros so thats why this has none </3

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thebiggestnope · 2 years

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Two Older Men Get Kinky (In a Sweet Way) - Part Two

NSFT. 18+. Minors scram. CW: Wall sex, rough sex, oral sex, anal sex, dirty talk, degradation kink, after care.

Two-part drabble inspired by The Ugliest Roses by @rinnysega, about the Rough Love AU (@lethalamigos) in which Jose and Chepe have left the Encanto. Left behind and brokenhearted, Gus and Bruno get together and build something beautiful. Gus belongs to @rinnysega, Chepe belongs to @papermachette, Jose belongs to @my-gunpowder. Contains spoilers for The Precipice by @rinnysega

Part One

--------- Gus might not have liked listening to Bruno recount his thirteenth birthday party, but it did, if nothing else, give him a lot of insight into his boyfriend’s psyche.

He apologized – dios, how he apologized – but Bruno waved Gus’s words away.

“I forgive you,” he said simply. “And anyway, it wasn’t entirely your fault.”

Gus buried his head in his hands. “I was such a shit.” he lamented.

“Sometimes,” Bruno agreed. “But so was I.”

“And now you like to be fucked against a wall all the time.”

“I like to be fucked rough,” corrected Bruno. “And you can’t pretend, after however many years with Chepe, that you don’t feel the same.”

Gus laughed. “We’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Maybe,” said Bruno. “But trust me when I tell you that I know what I like. Now stop judging and get over here.”

It was Bruno’s turn to bottom that night. Their routine had evolved as summer began to slip into fall, and they’d begun to trade off topping each other, each of them learning to tap into a dominant side that they had either been long dormant (for Gus) or entirely undeveloped (for Bruno).

These days, Bruno’s fingers on Gus’s shirt weren’t as gentle as they were a few weeks ago. He’d gotten the hang of tearing Gus’s clothes from him without hurting his leg, and he’d discovered that if he threw Gus’s ankle over his shoulder, he could ram into him fast enough to make Gus grip the sheets and shudder. He’d also learned how much Gus loved to be inside of Bruno’s mouth, thrusting up into his throat in a way that made Bruno feel sweaty and wrecked and aching with need.

But Gus was on top tonight. And after their conversation, Gus made a silent vow to give Bruno the pounding of a lifetime. “Against the wall?” he asked with a mischievous grin.

“Seems appropriate,” Bruno smirked.

Bruno led the way, but Gus followed close behind and surprised him, spinning him around and pinning him with a fist in his ruana.

Bruno’s eyes went wide and his breath quickened. Gus’s endurance had improved, and he held onto Bruno with ease, tossing his crutch aside and bracing his weight against him as he pulled down Bruno’s pants. Bruno’s cock was already standing at attention.

“Already hard for me,” Gus growled as he kneed Bruno’s thighs apart. “You’re pathetic.”

“Ohh dios mio San Juan de la Cruz,” Bruno murmured as Gus held onto the stability bar with one hand and split Bruno open with the other.

“You scrawny little rat,” Gus spat at him, and Bruno gave a sinful mewl in response and lifted his leg, his body begging Gus to take him.

As usual, Bruno shut his eyes the moment Gus thrust inside of him, keeping them closed and moaning softly to himself as Gus rode him and brought him to the verge of insanity.

“Open your eyes for me,” said Gus when Bruno was on the edge, but it came out as less of a command, more of a plea. He wanted Bruno to look at him, to see him as he was, and not fantasize about the cocky teenager that everyone had wanted. He was a person no one wanted now. Almost no one, he thought hopefully.

Bruno, always so overwhelmed when they had sex like this, fluttered his lids open and met Gus’s gaze. He took in the green eyes he’d pictured so many times over the last four decades, the eyes that had been burned into the darkest, most private parts of his brain for so long, the eyes that were always watching him from Gus’s permanent place in Bruno’s imagination. With his eyes open, vulnerable and wrapped around this man he’d known his entire life, Bruno couldn’t stem the full force of his feelings. “I love you,” he blurted out.

Gus was taken off guard, but only for a moment. He knew he felt the same way; he’d known it for weeks. Probably, in some ways, for years. “I love you too,” he breathed. He thrust into him deeper, joining their bodies more completely. “Come for me, Brunita.

Bruno wrapped his arms around him, murmuring I-love-you-I-love-you over and over until they both went limp.

“It’s been such a long time since someone’s told me they loved me,” Gus confessed afterwards as they held each other in bed making weepy declarations.

“I guess I’ll have to say it all the time to make up for it,” promised Bruno.

Gus adjusted his glasses. They were streaked with tears. “You’re really okay? You don’t resent me, after what I did to you when you were thirteen?”

“I’ve gotten past it, I promise,” Bruno assured him. “We don’t need to dissect every underlying detail as to how it affects our sex life. I meant what I said earlier. At this point in my life, I know what I like. You might have been the first person to give me a taste of it, but you weren’t the last.”

Gus brushed his fingers over Bruno’s lips, then followed the line he’d traced with a kiss. “You don’t know that,” he said. “Maybe I’ll be the last after all.”

“Maybe,” mused Bruno. “Maybe.”

#spicy saturday #gus oc #chepe oc #sp saturday #lethal amigos #bruno x oc smut #bruno madrigal smut #rough love au #precipice fic #not my ocs #lethal amigos au

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Teaser Snippet - NEON Chapter 26

“This fire is out of control We're gonna to burn this city, burn this city This fire is out of control Then I'm, I'm out of control and I burn” - “Fffire” by Franz Ferdinand

CW: cussing and explicit description of violence (also spoilers) “See?” He said satisfied, “there is no ounce of honesty in you and that’s who you are, how you grew stronger, and what I consider a successful creation.” The gauntlet knew that the time had come. The small blade on the back of my hand appeared and my oath to never use it was only audible in the back of my head. It got drowned out by the deafening sound that my anger created. I sprinted toward him a second time and with a shrug, Draxum blocked my way again with his vines. This time I was prepared for them, and I deliberately rammed my remaining sword into them, pulled me up, and catapulted myself over the blockade. Even while I flew at him, the yokai seemed not too concerned because I appeared to have no weapon left. That was until he saw my right hand forming into a fist and something small but dangerously sharp sticking out from above the metallic knuckles. I basically crashed into him and threw him off his feet with myself kneeling on top. Before we even hit the ground, I started to punch Pops in the chest and left deep cuts with the blade. “I. AM. MORE. THAN. YOUR. FUCKING. EXPERIMENT.” I yelled, with each word hitting him again and again, piercing through his armor and into his skin every time. Under me, Draxum grunted, first in surprise then in increasing pain. Two of the few remaining vines wrapped themselves around my torso and flung me into a corner. The impact rattled my shell, though not enough to make me stop. I made it for my swords and retrieved one by the time the sheep-yokai got up. I was sure we both silently agreed that we were past pleasantries and what we felt couldn’t be translated into anything else but violence.

#The complete chapter will probably come out this Thursday #I recently had a writers block and little time to work on it #but once I showed this to some friends on a discord sever I got such an overwhelmingly positive feedback #I felt encouraged and motivated again #separated!AU #separated siblings AU #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #I love my discord friends #rottmnt au

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mirajanefairytailmage · 2 years

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Rambling About a Show (05/25/2022)

⚠️SPOILER?!⚠️

I actually started watching this one on Friday (05/20/2022). I finished all of it today.

✨️EMOTIONAL DAMAGE✨️

All jokes aside, I thought this was a pretty great drama. No matter how many crying induced migraines I endured. 🤣

I honestly love that in this series that god is a girl. That character was also a bit of a jerk, in my opinion. But, somehow still a likable character. I have noticed that in Lucifer (Netflix) and Supernatural (CW), god was a jerk in that too. Seems like that's a common theme in these fandoms.

Tak Dong-Kyung is such an adorable character, I love her. The opening of episode one was pretty impressive. They way she's so chill about being told she's got three left to live due to brain cancer. I honestly can't remember how to spell the term they used, so that's why I worded it the way I did. When she finally breaks down over her circumstances I ended up yelling 'FINALLY! Only took you like nine episodes.' 🤣 Granted, I shouldn't be upset with a sick patient, regardless of being fictional or reality. I also love the name she gave Doom. Plus they way she said she's going to love him and the determination she had. Sa Ram (Doom) is great. That ending where Cha Joo Ik asked if she read the newest novel posted, and had to pretend it wasn't her was hilarious to me.

Speaking of Cha Joo Ik, he's a likable character, but his tactic towards Na Ji Na and Lee Hyun-Kyu was a unethical in my opinion. I understand that he felt she should just move on, but the way he interfered seemed like he was over stepping, in my opinion. I also don't agree with how Lee Hyun-Kyu broke things off. Especially considering that he got Cha Joo Ik involved in that mess.

This show had me hooked from beginning to end. Also had me in an emotional mess, but here we are. 🤣 It's great.

#rambling about a show #kdrama #doom at your service

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finsterhund · 8 months

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Oh shit a new episode of the Ahsoka show came out while I was on my camping trip...

Spoilers under break.

Still genuinely confused about Sabine being force sensitive. It kinda feels like the show is too???? Idk maybe Luke took to everything so fast in A New Hope because he was a Skywalker but Sabine is really struggling????

Jesus Christ this episode continues to just show the New Republic as stupid bureaucrats. :( "You're wasting resources trying to find this missing kid, even though it's specifically to track down Thrawn being alive also because he's a threat." Bruh. I looked up to you guys when I was little you're breaking my heart.

Jacen is sweet. They made him look a bit more on the human side though? Why isn't he being trained? He's a good age to start considering how old Anakin was and also probably actually force sensitive.

Yeah Sabine is straight up "I don't feel the force" Ahsoka is like "not everyone can handle the discipline it takes" like bro you were trained since you were an infant!!!!

Okay so now Huyang is like "the Order wouldn't have accepted her" so he just straight up lied to Sabine in the last episode. Mean.

I see where the writers are going now. But Ahsoka isn't being smart about it. I really am clashing with this writing. What's basically "plot armor" except it's a "character being made to be stupider than they canonically should be" called?

THE RETURN OF TEARSTAINS WHITE DOG!!! MY BLORBO!!! In a little fighter ship aaaaaa fuck why has this character grown on me so much in such a stupid fucking way bro

God a part of my brain has retroactively decided that Hati is a lichthund and her ship is actually some sort of SW canon compliant synth wing alternative. It makes her feel a lot more realistic tbh. God I'd never want my hounds to be an actual canon SW race because that'd mean Disney would own them now but I haven't actually thought about them ACTUALLY seriously literally showing up in a piece of SW media for AGES.

Okay so I've had an internal running joke where I just go "haha lichthund" every time Disney has someone do something that doesn't make sense under normal pre Disney canonical circumstances but would be a possibility in my own work. ie: hyperspace ramming: this is a very lichthund thing to do fyi they're fucking obsessed with that, surviving lightsaber stab wounds in vital places: sounds like somebody's part lichthund to me, etc. It's a joke, it's coping, it's genuinely silly, but now I'm actually taking it seriously. FFS.

The idea of a lichthunde who relies entirely on their synth wing is hilarious to me though. Maybe in this hypothetical lichthund-Hati is physically disabled, or spent most of her life clipped or something.

Oh shit I think Morgan is actually force sensitive. Unless that's all just Hati doing the telepathy. Because it still really fucking feels that Hati isn't force sensitive.

God I can't stop reinterpreting her as a lichthund. This is actually helping me suspend disbelief.

Bro Ahsoka leaving the ship and jumping around in space. Only Ahsoka in this situation could make sense but it still is weird to see. She's wearing a suit thankfully. I know Disney has had people survive outside of ships without them before but I don't like that. I've seen Jedi in space suits in the CW cartoon before and clones wearing spacesuits so I'm not bothered by that but I don't think lightsabers are supposed to handly firepower from ships? Only the fact that she was Anakin's Padawan is making me accept this. Because this sounds like something stupidly dangerous and excessive that he would do. I can fucking hear Obi-wan ribbing them both about it.

Wait why can't Ahsoka propel herself back to the ship using the force? So Leia can do this unconscious but Ahsoka can't? Disney...

Hati apparently being force sensitive and not being able to hit Ahsoka with her ship guns makes sense with my stupid little game where she's a lichthund because manually having to control a gun rather than her own biological weapons would be fairly dysmorphic tho so...

Like the live action purgill designs. Flying around them was cool.

Still cursed with the thought of Hati being a little white fluffy tearstained lichthund that has body dysmorpha though. Fuck I want art of this so bad. Just this fucked up little lichthund (Indigo sized) with wings permanently held resting folded using front legs to man the ship steering looking around with a constant semi deer-in-the-headlights expression. This is canon to me.

Was able to flow along and understand a lot better than the first two episodes. Still not sold on the series but if this turns into the lichthund blorbo development experience I won't be mad.

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