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assortedvillainvault · 3 months

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Hi, if it’s possible can I have a little one shot of NOS4A2 x villain!reader? Like them having their first meet cute while they’re both stealing from the same place and it ends in a sweet kiss??? (This is very self indulgent I know)

WELP Sky and Anon I'm SO sorry for the wait but please, take this humble offering - I decided to combine these asks so I hope you don't mind!! Also we love self indulgence here, that shit rocks.

NOS4A2 x Electromancer Villain!Reader

- It’s a Classic Situation. Mood lighting, delicate ambiance, privacy. A night on the prowl, An unexpected touch of hands, galaxy class security over an item he’d very much like to steal…

- HOW you didn’t notice each-other until you both reached for the priceless diamond in question is a mystery, he has no idea how you didn’t show up on his heat or energy sensors-! But despite how lovely you look when startled, darling…

- “While it’s always a pleasure to make like minded acquaintances-” he purrs, monocle eye narrowing at your look of shocked recognition. “- you should run along little morsel.” He scrapes his claws scraping over the diamond (and parts of your soft little fingers) in question. “This is my steal tonight. Get your own.”

- and really, that should have been it.

- Until you try to electrocute him and he goes from 30% battery to 120% in the space of a nanoclick.

- Oh darling darling darling! Helllooooo nurse he’s going to swoon-! He IS Swooning! He’s-

- (He’s managing to stumble-swing-float like a baked atom into every high security measure you both slipped past so elegantly before, giggling like crazy)

- In panic - as every security guard in this quadrant suddenly starts crashing toward you both and alarms scream through the halls – you make the executive decision to grab half a ton of punch drunk robot vampire and bolt. NOS takes this moment to coo appreciatively at whatever parts of you he can reach, babbling incoherently.

- Oh! Oh good looks and a meal he didn’t even have to pay for! Darling if you’d told him this would be a date he’d have put in a little more effort-! OW! Don’t pinch his wires, that’s mean :( oh but if you LIKE that then he can, he can- aww, no fun...:(

- Later, after you've thrown him onto your ship and made a sneaky getaway - He makes an effort to...reclaim at least some dignity.

- Since that was presumably your first villain rodeo – really darling its quite obvious stop squinting – he has decided to take pity on you and show you the ropes, as it were! In exchange for keeping him topped up, of course. A lovely mutually beneficial relationship, wouldn’t you say?

- No, do not get flustered, don’t do it- fuck.

- Don’t get me wrong. NOS4A2 is charming. He’s competent and knowledgeable and very very good at the villainy he was essentially ‘born’ into (when he’s not overcharged and drunk).

- He’s also frantically space-googling romantic lighting and space engagement rings and planning where he’s going to propose because by week three you’re pirouetting through the night sky together and adding lightning to your dramatic entrances and trading absolutely awful puns as you flee from star command and little sweetling he’s obsessed, absolutely enthralled. Little spark plug, his adorable storm cloud, his pet names come thick and fast and in front of ALL audiences.

- You’re going to become star command’s biggest headache because now that he has a free portable lunchbox NOS4A2’s previous corpse trails have gone cold. You two could literally be anywhere. Nebula is tearing out his moustache as we speak.

-XR has requested two years of paid shore leave as part of his trauma counselling - which would be fine if he hadn't also requested a nucelar bunker and half the sectors weapons to be requisitioned for his vampire-b-gone bermuda galaxy stay-away-vacation.

- Zurg, on the other hand, is frantically trying to figure out how to turn the entirely of his empire into a vegan plant based supply chain as it’s quite literally the only thing you two can’t fuck up. He receives a space nobel prize for sustainable advances in technology and uses it to turn every plant in the Gamma Quadrant carnivorous as a weekend project.

-the first time you kiss NOS in the middle of the thunderstorm he gets so high he blacks out. Turns out he's a sleep cuddler.

#thalassa responds #i sincerely hope you like these!#I'd forgotten how fun NOS is to write for #nos 4 a2 x reader #nos4a2 #blosc #x reader

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dxwnfxll · 2 months

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Can you do Nerevar hcs??? Both sfw and nsfw if it’s ok

You bet !

Super sorry if this seems OOC, i'm kinda just using my own hcs 🧍‍♀️

Nerevar hcs !!

For gn reader (unless specified)

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- Nerevar is a very chaotic person, always dragging you into things you hardly have knowledge about.

- he had a hard time expressing his feelings towards you when he developed a crush, so the way he tries to show you his feelings is through gifts and poems Vehk definitely didn't help him write.

- he isn't a super jealous person or anything, but if he sees someone obviously trying to flirt with you he'll pop up with an arm on your side and be like "oh hey LOVE who's this?" And he'll make sure to glance at the person as he speaks to you

- After he comes back from whatever quest he and his friends had to do. He'll immediately run over to you and embrace you as if he expected to never see you again

- He's also super touchy, his hands always either resting in yours or on your side. He acts like he's going to explode if he doesn't hold your hand

- He's a loud romantic, very public too. He's the type to stand out of your window and throw rocks until you finally open it

- his kisses are very tender and sweet, he usually ends up dipping you whether you're taller or not. Meanwhile Voryn and the rest of the gang are like 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

- if he could he'd lay in bed with you forever, his fingers tracing whatever his eye catches. Scars, tattoos, curves etc

- he'd carry you, you don't even need to ask! He'll just casually scoop you up and run off. What? Were you doing something important? Darn too bad

- he probably annoys the shit out of his friends when he talks about you cause he.doesn't.stop. he will go on a whole rant about how much he likes you before and after getting with you. Insert Ayem eye twitch

- very fidgety person I would imagine, his hands have to be doing something. So besides the hand holding and stuff he'll play with your hair (if you have any) or have his fingers mess with yours

- He won't let you come on quests with him, he's a little over protective especially if you hardly know how to wield a blade or use any magic. Hell even IF you know how to do that stuff he's still gonna be like "yeaahhh no"

- he loves calling you different lil nicknames, like 'love' or 'darling' and if you ever marry him he'll call you his queen/king

••||NSFW||••

- Body worship..oh for him? No. It'll probably be a shocker since he's y'know but he will worship every part of you as if Azura made you from the stars themselves. Bonus points if you don't like something about yourself, prepare to hear how that part of you is perfect in everyway with little kisses there

- again very touchy in bed too, very gentle though with his touches (unless you ask for him to be a little more rough) his touches are also a bit teasing sometimes. Which he'll laugh off when you give him the look

- love bites. Of course he gives love bites and he puts them in spots where everyone will see (and some in places where they won't ever see them). His favorite places to leave them so far are on your chest/breasts, your neck, and your inner thigh

- chest man, doesn't matter how flat you are or what body you were born in. He loves your chest, he'll come up behind you on occasion (in the privacy of either his room or yours) and slink his hands to them giving a playful squeeze while he's at it

- He loves having you in his lap, sure it'll start off normal at first. You just sitting there as his hand travels up your side, then YOU will be the one to shift a bit teasing him. He won't say anything though just give your side a squeeze as he lets you continue.

- his favorite position is your back against his, the two of you resting on your knees with his head in the crook of your neck. Of course he might trail some love bites down your back

- i imagine him as a switch so he doesn't take charge all the time, if you want to lead he certainly won't mind. Praise him he really enjoys it

- He's not the type of person to do 'it' just anywhere, he really only prefers his room, your room or if you're out in the wilds his tent

- doesn't really like doing quickies but he can do them, he prefers the moment to be more passionate and to take his time. But if you're both really needing to 'let loose' he might indulge

- he doesn't make many kinks, i really only imagine him with a praising or a body worship one. He's open though to any you might have and he'll definitely voice if he likes them or not

That's all! I hope you enjoyed

And i apologize for the nsfw bit if it's lacking, i am still slightly new to writing nsfw LOL

Requests are always open! See ya!

#elder scrolls morrowind #elder scrolls #elder scrolls x reader #indoril nerevar #nerevar #nerevar x reader #tes 3 morrowind #tes #tes morrowind

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chromehcart · 7 months

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Under the cut is a partial transcript for a 2017 episode of the podcast "¿Hablas Español? with Soledad Sánchez" ft Cam, Derek John, and Alvin.

Soledad: ¡Hola! ¡Bienvenido! ¡Buenos dias! I'm Soledad and today we have some very special guests: Three of the members of Chrome Heart! And let me just say, I'm a huge fan. I'm, like, obsessed with your music and when I found out there were three Latinos in the group I knew I had to have you on.

Alvin: Thank you. We're glad to be here.

S: Okay, before we begin, please introduce yourselves to the audience. Though I'm sure that's not really necessary for you guys because you're like crazy stupid famous.

A: Hi, I'm Alvin Santiago.

Derek John: I'm Derek John Juarez, and honestly, I'm kind of starstruck right now because I grew up watching your show on Disney channel and I thought you were like, the coolest person alive.

S: Aww, that's so sweet.

Cam: Hi, I'm Cam Perez.

S: For those, who have been living under a rock, Chrome Heart is a boyband who were formed on StarCaster – a singing competition show – and blew up basically overnight because they're a pack of talented cute boys.

C: Okay, wait, before we start.. What was your show?

A: Oh, yeah, I have no clue either.

S: Wow. That's humbling.

C: No, no! I just didn't watch TV growing up and Vin's, like, old.

A: Thanks, Cam.

S: [Snorts.] Okay, well, I was the star of the show "Dreams Come True" where I played Mandy Martinez and I was basically a witch who could make people's dreams turn into reality and I got into hijinks and shit.

C: Wait, I kinda love that. [Turning to Derek John] Can we watch that when we go home?

DJJ: Of course.

S: Okay, so are all of you Mexican or no? Google kept giving me mixed answers.

DJJ: I'm Puerto Rican, but they're both Mexican, yeah.

S: Nice. I'm Colombian and Puerto Rican. And you guys all speak Spanish? Do you all.. Are you all fluent?

DJJ: I'm, like, mostly fluent? I didn't start learning Spanish properly until I was around eight because I lived with my dad, who doesn't speak it. But then I moved in with my mom and grandma and they basically talked to me only in Spanish.

C: Spanish is my first language, so I'm fluent, yeah.

S: Oh, wow, really? We never have people who don't have Spanish as their second language on here.

C: Yeah, um, I was born in Mexico and didn't come to the States until I was five. And I lived with my mom and Grandma my whole life, who only spoke in Spanish to each other and to me.

S: That's so interesting! Did you have to take ESL as a kid?

C: Yeah. But I learned English, like, stupidly fast because I hated all the teachers and the white kids talking to me like I was stupid. [Laughs.]

DJJ: Only you would learn an entire second language to get people to stop bothering you.

S: [Laughs.] And what about you, Alvin?

A: It's kind of like a joke between the three of us that I only know Mom Spanish. Like I only know the things my mom said when she was yelling at me and my brother. My dad refused to teach me because he wanted us to be, like, assimilated, but I still learned some things here and there, through, like, context clues. But when they have a conversation in Spanish, I only understand bits and pieces.

S: Yeah, my parents were the same way. They didn't want me to learn because they didn't want me to be ostracized. But all that did was make it harder to learn as I got older. Now I'm about sixty five percent fluent, I'd guess.

C: Sorry, I know you're the interviewer so you can disregard this, but were you.. Did your show allow you to be Latina?

S: Oh.. Hmm, kinda. I – My character – had Latino parents but they were both played by Mexican actors, and rarely seen. And I wasn't treated as Latina by the narrative, or the company. I was just.. a girl.

C: That's awful. I– Recently, the three of us were talking about StarCaster and the way it kind of.. racialized us.

S: What do you mean?

C: I'm not sure how to explain it but with us and Ross – another member – it was like we were a zoo attraction, like, this group has four boys of color! You want to support them because you want to support people of color to show just how supportive and socially aware you are! Instead of, like, based on our talents.

DJJ: And they would listen to our private, personal conversations and have a translator there, telling everyone what we were saying.

A: What? I didn't know that.

S: That's insane.

DJJ: Yeah but it's okay. We started lying, fucking with them, saying crazy shit so they started leaving us alone. One time Cam asked the translator dude if he'd be okay with people doing the same thing with him and his family and he refused to translate for the rest of the day because he felt bad.

S: As he should!

S: If you don't just sit in his lap. Good grief.

A: Pardon?

S: I've been watching the two of them squish closer for the past ten minutes. It's like they're trying to meld into one body. Just sit in his lap.

[Derek John laughs as Cam plops himself into his lap.]

S: What Spanish word or phrase do you use the most?

A: Dejen de hacer eso (Stop doing that) for sure. These two are always making me yell at them for something.

DJJ: It's good practice for your future children.

[Alvin rolls his eyes.]

C: Te amo. (I love you.) I say it to my mom and grandma and Derek John basically everyday.

A: But not me, because I'm his least favorite member.

C: [Laughs.] Shut up. Te amo, te amo, te amo.

DJJ: I think recently mine has been bésame. (Kiss me.)

S: Ooh.. Do you have a little señorita? O señor?

DJJ: [Nodding.] I cannot disclose that information.

S: [Laughs.]

S: Sadly, we've reached the end of our interview. It's been so lovely talking to you three. This is the most fun I've had in a minute.

C: Aww, you're sweet.

S: Because it's the end of the show, I leave you all with one final question: What's your favorite Spanish swear word?

DJJ: ¡Cabron!

C: Mierda.

A: Cabron as well.

S: [Laughs.] Fantastic! Okay, thank you guys so much for coming. Today was so much fun.

DJJ: Thank you for having us.

#— 2017.#mcpg #derek john #alvin #— writing.#— bonus content.

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sushigal007 · 1 year

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Over to Bianca Monty! Who has been pregnant since 2014, so let’s hurry up and get that baby out of her!

But first, a wedding!

Bianca: Whew, really stretching the lace on my dress here.

Chester: Bianca, I promise to love and cherish you and refuse to take part in the family feud.

Bianca: I promise to let you spend a not insignificant amount of money on video game merchandise so long as you give me that sweet incognito surname and at least two more babies.

Bianca: With this ring, I am no longer a Monty.

Chester: Sweet sweet video game merch.

Bianca: Sweet sweet anonymity and babies.

I now pronounce you Mr and Mrs Gieke.

Thanks for the money, Chester!

Bianca: Open wide!

Chester: Ack! Choking!

Bianca: Ha ha! So funny! Chester: I’M SERIOUS.

Back home! Bianca’s OTH is Arts and Crafts and as she also has a high interest in fashion, I brought her a sewing machine. Bianca: It’s probably too late to make my own baby clothes, but I might manage a prom dress. What if it’s a boy? Bianca: I said what I said.

Landlord: Did you hear something? Chester: Maybe it was the weather.

Nope, it’s BABY TIME!

Bianca: What the fuck are you doing!? Chester: Getting ready to catch! Bianca: GET BACK UP THIS END NOW.

Baby is birthed and caught! And it is indeed a boy! His name is Paris, which yes, I know is more of a Capp kind of name, but I figure it’s a firm statement from Bianca that she is DONE with that.

And Chester immediately rolls this charming want. Chester: A baby! I must learn all about them so I can be the very best father ever! Aww. How about you, Bianca?

Literally every other skill, I see. Bianca: I don’t need to study. I’m a Family sim and mommy knows best.

Bianca: See? I’m so good at this already!

Bianca: Gold star for this shit.

Bianca: Aaaaaand baby goes on floor. Outside. LOL THERE IT IS-

Oh, I see, you just put him down to react to the weather. Bianca: Ew, rain? I’m going back inside.

Um, Bianca? Bianca?

Paris: She’s not coming back, is she? No worries, dad to the rescue!

Chester: Ew.

But finally, Paris makes it back into the house. Hurrah!

Landlord: Hey, there’s a weird stench from your apartment, can you deal with it? Chester: Oh, it’s just the baby.

Baby goes IN BASSINET.

I had Bianca invite her parents over so she could tell them about her shotgun wedding.

But apparently they didn’t do anything interesting, because the next screenshot was this one of Chester teleporting out of bed. Bianca: You can just get up normally, you know. Chester: Better view of the bassinet from here.

Chester: I wonder what Paris is thinking right now?

Paris: I’m thinking I would like that nappy to be a little bit further away from me.

Chester: Noooooo my spaghetti!

Family dinner.

And then it’s time for Paris to grow up!

Paris: I wanna go to bed. Me too bitch, you ain’t special.

Patrizio: I would like to know your opinions on global affairs. Isabella: I would like to install a sweet swing set like this in our backyard. I haven’t felt this young in years!

Potty training time!

Chester: You’re really gonna do this? Hey, everyone loves potty training pics.

Chester: VOGUE. Amazing, stupendous, a star is born. Give me another! Chester: Can’t. Kid’s done. Done as in-?

Huh. Kid’s done. Paris: What, like it’s hard?

Chester: And now, the most awkward spot in the house for a story.

I’ll consider it.

Patrizio: Let us know if you do get knocked up again, Isabella was very disappointed she never got a chance to knit little cardigans for Paris. Bianca: That’s on her, I was pregnant for eight years.

Oops.

Bianca: Can’t you do something? Well I mean, I could, but where’s the fun in that?

Oh never mind, Paris took care of it.

Arrr.

Not creepy at all.

Chester: Can you say ‘high chair’? Paris: I can indeed say ‘high chair’.

You know what, why not!

Bianca: First though, I wanna get that locked badge want out of the way.

Chester: Who’s daddy’s little genius? You are!

And now, a sex interlude. Put on your best 70′s porno music.

Happy New Year.

And now, party time!

Paris: This rocks.

Paris: And another thing, I’m not a feud kind of kid. Patrizio: Happily, I am a feud kind of grandfather.

Bianca: This is nice. Chester: It’d be nicer without clothes.

Uberhood Index

#sims 2 #premades #Uberhood #monty #gieke

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starjane312 · 1 year

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Kit Tanthalos x OC

Big Masterlist

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Chapter 26

The next morning comes early. We keep going. We’re all sitting in the front.

B: Dare I ask, how do we know we’re even going in the right direction ?

Ja: Has anyone else noticed the days getting longer and the nights shorter ?

J: Or that we’ve been here for more then a month already ?

They all look at me.

B: How do you know that ?

I raise my eyebrows.

Ja: Are you serious ?

B: Yes.

J: My stab wounds are completely healed.

Jade leans over to me.

Ja: I thought you where gonna say Kit.

J: I don’t want to get Slapped. Do you ?

Ja: Nope.

We notice everybody looking at us.

B: Yes ?

J: It’s nothing.

Boorman tries to drink but nothing is left in his satchel.

K: Also we’re running out of food.

B: Uh-huh.

E: Wanna turn back ?

B: Yep I do.

K: No.

W: That spell you used on me, it was Pnakotic.

E: Was it ?

W: Yeah. Where’d you learn that ?

E: At Nockmaar. In the Meletrium.

W: The Crone’s feared you since before you were Born. She’ll try and weaken your resolve, manipulate you.

K: How ?

E: Not really any of your concern, is it ?

J: It is if she succeeds.

E: Just get me where we’re going.

K: And then what ?

E: I’ll kill the witch.

Everyone starts doing their own thing. I sit with Graydon and read the new chapter.

J: This part is very good.

Kit comes to us and sits down on my Lap. I wrap my Arms around her.

G: Hi.

J: Everything alright ?

K: Yes. They’re just kicking my Ribs.

I chuckle.

J: Good thing it’s not your Bladder.

K: Did that last night.

J: You slept enough tho, right ?

K: Yes.

J: Good.

G: So you holding up good ?

K: Yeah.

A few hours later Kenneth needs to rest so we stop. Me and Graydon kneel by Kenneth.

G: He doesn’t look too good.

J: He looks sick.

I give his snout a pet and he pushes into my Hand. Then he lays his head on Graydon's lap. I hear someone coming. It’s Elora. I give Kenneth one last pet and Graydon a squeeze to the Shoulder and walk to Kit. Who looks distressed.

J: What’s wrong ?

K: They’re getting more and more restless and my back’s hurting like Crazy. I just know it’s been longer than a Month that we’ve been out here.

J: What do you mean ?

K: I think it’s been Two months.

I take a deep breath.

J: That’s not good.

I start to get nervous.

K: I’ll go take a walk.

I nod. She walks out and I start to panic. I walk to Graydon and Kenneth. The latter notices my Distress and lays his head on my lap.

G: What’s wrong ?

J: Kit thinks it’s been two months since we’ve been out here and not just one.

G: Oh shit.

J: And the baby is getting restless and her back is hurting.

I look at him.

J: What is she gives birth out here ? In the middle of nowhere.

He lays an arm around me.

G: It’ll be fine.

J: It won’t.

The clouds go away and the Stars come out. They look endless. We don’t know how long we sat here when Boorman comes Carrying Kit.

G: What’s wrong ?

B: The baby’s coming !

G: NOW ?!

K: No tomorrow, yes now.

I’m frozen. He carries her inside.

G: Jane.

I shake my head, get up and leave. I sit in the water and stare at the Stars. I hear nothing, I see nothing but the Image of her Lying Bloody on the Floor. I'm just rocking myself with tears running down my Face. A hand lays on my shoulder. I grab it, flip the Person to the Floor and hold my Dagger at their neck.

G: It’s me ! It’s me !

I get off him.

J: Sorry. I… just … I’m… I…

I start stabbing the Floor.

G: You need to go to her.

I shake my Head.

J: I can’t… what if she… what… I can’t.

G: She needs you. Now.

He pulls me up.

G: Pull yourself together. She’s your Wife. Your Life. She’s in pain. And she needs you. Not me or Jade. You.

I sniff my nose and nod.

J: Can do this.

I start walking to the sleigh and then I hear her screaming.

J: Nope.

But Graydon pushes me.

G: She will never forgive you if you don’t go there.

The closer we get the louder it gets.

K: Where is she ?

She’s crying. I walk faster. I open the Door. I see her on a makeshift Bed. I go to her and Hold her hand and push the Hair out of her face.

J: I’m sorry. I’m here.

K: It’s ok. Jade told me.

I look at Jade. Her eyes widen as she slowly walks backwards out the door while not Breaking eye contact.

K: This hurts so Bad.

I look back at her and Kiss her hand.

J: I know darling you are so Strong.

Kit squeezes my Hand hard and scrunches up her Face. I look at Willow.

J: Can’t you do something for the Pain.

W: Sadly not. I can only heal her up after.

E: You could sit behind her so she’s leaning against you.

I nod and do that. Kit instantly leans against me.

K: I hate you for this.

J: Believe me I hate myself more.

K: Don’t say that.

Elora checks her Again.

E: It’s time.

J: How do you know so much ?

E: I was a Maid. I’ve been through three other maids giving birth believe me.

After half an hour the baby is Born I can hear the loud screams. Kit relaxes against me.

K: Next time you’re definitely doing this.

J: I promise.

E: It’s a Boy.

She cuts the cord and binds it. Then she washes him and Wraps him in a Blanket. After that she hands him to Kit. The baby has Bright orange Hair.

J: Your mothers genes run strong.

She chuckles.

K: Guess they do. Or it’s the Blood thing you know ?

E: How do I heal her ?

Willow tells her the Spell. And Elora heals her.

E: We’ll leave you alone.

They leave and I look at the Baby.

J: He’s beautiful.

K: Mhm.

I give her head a Kiss.

K: What should we name him ?

J: Hmmm.

I look at him.

J: What about Miles ? I think it means Merciful or Soldier.

K: I like it.

#kit tanthalos #kit tanthalos x reader #kit tanthalos x oc #willow #jade claymore #aryk tanthalos #elora danan #thraxus boorman #graydon hastur

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kentucky-fried-thea · 2 years

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phantom of the opera go

rad!

so, carlotta the diva is singing and a backdrop falls, and everyone's dramatic ass is like "OH MY DEAR LORDY ITS THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA" and carly scoots off to complain to the manager or whatever.

so madame giry, who's daughter meg is christine's bff suggests christine and says she's good enough for the role. good enough turns out to be an understatement, and raoul the patron happens to agree. while she's singing at a performance, he remembers they were children together (whoops sorry wrong musical).

so christine tells meg that her singing is good because this creep she calls Angel of Music who she's never seen teaches her how to sing. as it turns out, the name Angel of Music comes from stories her dad used to tell her and raoul, and so christine also tells him. he thinks she's crazy, but he also thinks she's hot so he takes her on a date.

but Angel of Music, who's actually the phantom, is super jealous, and christine asks him to reveal himself, so he appears in her mirror and basically kidnaps her to the sewers under the barricade opera house

then they boat to the phantom's place and he tells her he wants her to sing his special songs and shows her an image of her in a bride's gown in a mirror. but then 'mirror christine' reaches for 'kidnapped christine' and 'kidnapped christine' faints.

when she wakes up, the monkey music box is playing, and the phantom is playing the organ. christine's nosy ass takes off his mask, and sees that his face is 'disfigured'. the phantom launches into a song about how he just wants to be loved, and christine gives him back his mask, and he unkidnaps her.

Joseph the stagehand is telling a scary story about a ghost and a lasso, pretty much just because of plot set-up and shitty exposition, while all that kidnapping shit is happening

the phantom writes a note that demands that christine star in the new show, and obviously the owners are like why the fuck would we do that, and so carly gets to star. Mr phantom doesn't like that answer so he makes carly sound like a frog, and the owners announce that christine will take over her role.

while they're stalling for time, Joe the stagehand falls from the sky, hanging by the haunted lasso, and Mr phantom does a big scary laugh.

a (rightfully) creeped out christine takes raoul to the roof and explains what happened, and he's like "dw baby I will protect you what is this bitch talking about "

Mr phantom mcCreepypants overhears this and gets butthurt, and then the chandelier falls and you find out which audience members know anything about the show and which ones have been living under a rock for like fifty years

act two

~six months later~

so now raoul and christine are engaged, and they attend a masquerade ball together. the phantom also attends, dressed as the Red Death. he tells everyone he wants christine to star in a show he wrote, then fucking steals her engagement ring and disappears

raoul is super pissed and asks giry what she knows about the phantom. she explains that basically, he's a barbie-level jack of all trades, he was born with a 'disfigured' face, he was put in a circus, and then ran away and lives under the opera house.

raoul decides that on opening night of the new show, he's gonna trap the phantom, and he wants christine's help. for some reason, christine is mighty indecisive on this no-brainer, so she visits her dad's grave.

the phantom tries to kidnap her again, but this time raoul comes and helps her. the phantom throws fireballs at him, and when they inevitably run away from said fireballs, his edgy ass decides that they must be terminated or some shit

on opening night, christine is singing a song and realizes that she is no longer singing with her costar, but with the phantom instead, so naturally, she takes off his mask.

and so the phantom fucking kidnaps her again.

her costar is found dead, and everybody runs off angry-mob style to find the phantom. giry tells raoul how to find him, and reminds him about the lasso.

the phantom makes christine wear a bride's gown, and raoul runs in all hero-like and is almost immediately defeated by the lasso.

the phantom tells christine she has to stay with him if she wants raoul to live, and for some reason she kisses him and tells him he's not alone. this melts his edgy heart and he frees raoul

then he confesses his undying live to christine, who starts crying and leaves with raoul

then, the angry mob enters, and meg pulls off the phantom's cloak, expecting a human, but he performed a disappearing act and left his mask behind

I love this musical so much, I hope I didn't miss anything lol I did this from memory so we'll see (I also spent like two years hyperfixating on POTO but we dont need to talk about that)

oh also I forgot the owners names and I was too ashamed to google it, but one of them is Andre I think

#phantom of the opera #moth explains a musical

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thatonesongyouretryingtoremember · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes with the boys! (P9/?)

Using a new generator this time!

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Mikhail : I find it very unseemly of Will to start dating again. Isn't the customary period of mourning 10 years?

Micheal: Die. Let's find out.

6/10 noo! Willhail breakup!?

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Micheal: So... what’s goin’ on?

Will: You want the long version or the short version?

Micheal, hesitantly: The short one, I guess?

Will: Shit’s fucked.

Micheal: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

10/10 v accurate key Will say fuck

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Micheal: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Will!

Mikhail : So Will knows about this?

Micheal, walking away: No, this is between me and me!

10/10 byler: Russian therapist friend edition

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Micheal: Just think about this! I’m your hottest friend.

Micheal: No, that’s Mikhail … I’m your nicest friend.

Micheal: No, Will... I’m your friend!

10/10 I think it would be better if we were a team. Friends. Best friends.

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Micheal: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Mikhail : But are you shuffling?

Micheal: Everyday.

Will: What language are you two speaking??

5/10 not impressed.

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Mikhail : I'm not doing to well.

Will: What's wrong?

Mikhail : I have this headache that comes and goes.

*Micheal enters the room*

Mikhail : There it is again.

10/10, obv

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Mikhail : *finds a note* Hmm, whats this?

Micheal: Hey, that's mine! *tries to grab it*

Mikhail : Aww, it's a love note for Will?

Micheal: No-

Mikhail : *opens it*

Mikhail :

Micheal:

Mikhail : I can't read this.

8/10 sorry, letter truthers😞

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Micheal: Remember! Curiosity killed the cat!

Mikhail : Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Will, go find out if that thing can catch fire!

Micheal: You're a bad influence.

Mikhail : And you don't know your sayings.

5/10.

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Will: Guys where did Mikhail go?

Micheal: They got arrested.

Will: How the hell-

Mikhail : *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

7/10 Hopper is Mishaphobic

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Will: When Micheal was born, the gods said, "They're too perfect for this world."

Mikhail : Please. When they were born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

9/10 yess

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Will: Hey, Micheal, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

Micheal: Yeah.

Will: And you, Mikhail ?

Mikhail : Umm... yes?

Will: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Mikhail : Did they just-

2/10 why is there always one mikehail one🤮

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Micheal: Mikhail has never seen Star Wars? Will, the only people in the universe who haven’t seen Star Wars are the characters in Star Wars and that’s cause they lived them, Will! That’s cause they lived the Star Wars!

8/10 hyperfixation accuracy

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Micheal: What are you guys doing?

Mikhail : Like in life in general or-

Will: Not much. Why, what's up?

Micheal: I dunno, I’m bored playing AC.

Will: Assassins Creed?

Micheal: Animals Creed.

Mikhail : Assassins Crossing.

6/10 why

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Will: Micheal, what do you have?

Micheal: A KNIFE!

Will: Okay, have fu-

Mikhail : NO!

9/10 I mean we've seen him punch himself💀

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BYYEEE!!

#mikhailgate #mikhailgayte #willsha #willhail #willloveinterestgate #mikhail antonov

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okay so today I got two things to say:

Did bark’s family ever find out about his little baby bug bear? If so how did they react to his mixed race child?

I have an au where bark and fang along with bean met in high school although bark and fang grew a great bond with one another over time and now they’re gay for one another any advice on how I should continue there relationship? Thank you 🙏 have a wonderful day ☺️😄👋

OH BOY, BARK'S FAMILY, HERE WE GO! EVERYONE THROW ON YOUR HARD HATS!!! SHIT'S ABOUT TO GET DRAMATIC!

So, Bark's family consists of his mom, Ursa the Polar Bear, his uncle, Moss the Polar Bear (Ursa's brother), and his cousin, Crystal the Polar Bear. Bark only has a good relationship with Crystal, he's not exactly on speaking terms with Ursa and Moss.

Ursa was North Island's big snowboarding star, and she and Moss own and run a huge ski resort.

Ursa wanted Bark to follow in her shoes and continue the family legacy of snowboarding, before Bark was even born. And the second he was old enough to stand up, she started training him. Way too hard. This is why he doesn't talk much in my fics, his mother pushed him so hard it drove his anxiety through the roof. He eventually ran away at the age of 9 because he couldn't take it anymore.

Ursa and Moss looked for him, but thanks to Team Hooligan being criminals they were very hard to track down. They didn't find him until Team Hooligan left the life of crime and started settling down a bit more.

We're gonna see Bark tell Jewel about his mom and his childhood in WtDMtN. He's gonna fail to do it once, and then succeed to actually do it later on. So Jewel did know what was coming, thankfully. She wasn't totally taken by surprise when the wicked witch of the north did eventually show up. (We're gonna see all of this go down in my sequel fic to WtDMtN.)

Ursa HATES Jewel, pretty much on principle. Bark's not on North Island continuing the family snowboarding legacy, he's in this small town, engaged to a rock museum owner. Jewel's tiny, non-athletic, and nerdy, the last thing Ursa wanted associated with the family. Jewel tried to be hospitable and reasonable with her at first, but that got thrown out fast. She won't antagonize Ursa, but it's VERY obvious she doesn't like her.

Ursa was adamant against the idea of Bark and Jewel having kids, and made sure everyone knew. Hell, her "wedding gift" to them was a list of people she thought would make good surrogate mothers. 🙄🙄🙄 So she wasn't thrilled with Patience once she came into existence. Or Marzipan, but Patience is the firstborn.

She did swing by to evaluate Patience after she'd hatched. That ended with baby Patience being traumatized by strangers picking her up (Ursa grabbed her out of Jewel's arms, which apparently scared the shit out of the poor kid.), and Bark and Jewel agreeing Ursa can't be around their children. Luckily all of their friends are all on their side. NO ONE likes Ursa and Moss. 😂

Crystal's cool though. She and Bark have a good relationship, and she visits to see him, Jewel, and the kids sometimes. Her whole story is a whole different post though.

Okay, I'm so sorry that got so long!!! TL;DR: Except for Bark's cousin, his family's not cool about Jewel or his kids. 😭

As for your AU, I LOVE that idea, but I'm a little confused about the timeline of the events. Are they still in high school when things go romantic? Are they out of high school now? Is the drama all internal, they like each other but they're afraid the other doesn't and they'll tank this long, meaningful friendship? Or is there something else or someone else trying to keep them apart?

#lea's trash writing #i'm tired i'll tag everything later maybe

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paleparearchive · 6 months

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The Day Real Rock Was Born

Delacroix's Birthday 4★ 1/3 ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

Location: atelier (morning) ; dormitory hallway (morning) ; terrace (morning) | Characters: Delacroix, Renoir, Raffaello, Bazille, Ingres, Rubens, Millet

Delacroix: … Shit! No good, not with a picture like this… What I'm tryna express ain't this kinda fragile stuff…

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Raffaello: How is it going? About Delacroix-kun's situation.

Millet: It's rough… Now he's throwing his brush at the canvas…

What on earth is it that I don't get? It's a nice, elegant picture, as usual.

Raffaello: Hmmm… Well, sometimes these are delicate things that only he can understand.

Millet: I came to call on him because I'm almost done preparing for the party, but I guess I had bad timing.

Raffaello: I see. However, the absence of the main lead is–

Delacroix: Hey, ya need somethin'?

Millet: D-Delacroix! Ah, well, it's…

Raffaello: Hello, Delacroix-kun. It was not for a business of mine, I came here because I saw a figure in the atelier. We are going to have tea on the terrace, would you like to join us?

Millet: Right, right! It's a beautiful day outside. How about a change of pace?

Delacroix: … Sorry. I'm not in the mood.

Millet: But–

Delacroix: I told ya, I'm not in the mood!

Millet: Ah, he's gone…

Raffaello: … Oh boy. For now, let us go back to the terrace and let everyone know what is going on.

Millet: Right.

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Rubens: Millet-chan and the others went to the atelier and haven't come back. Are they getting passionate about painting?

Ingres: We're already 10 minutes 25 seconds behind schedule.

Renoir: Hahaha, that's very precise… Well, but it's slower than I thought, I wonder what's going on. Shall I go check on them?

Bazille: Don't worry, they'll be back soon.

Rubens: Right... Ah, speak of the devil!

Millet: We're baaaack…

Rubens: Ara? And Delacroix-chan?

Millet: About that…

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Raffaello: … And that is the reason why.

Renoir: Okay, so he left the atelier and went away…

Millet: Yeah… I wish I could have invited him in a little better way.

Ingres: …

Rubens: What's wrong, Ingres-chan? You're getting so worked up…

Ingres: That savage…! It's a folly that can't be dismissed as anything more than rude! Even though God has taken the initiative to prepare a sublime birthday party for him!

Raffaello: … You are getting it kind of personal, am I right? I do not mind. Besides, his birthday is once a year, so why not tolerate him at least for today?

Ingres: If God says so…

Bazille: More importantly, how do we call the person in question to the party?

Millet: I think it would be a good idea for me and Raffaello-san to split up and try to find out where he might go, what do you think?

Raffaello: Then I will go to the museum. I might go back to the atelier.

Bazille: But what if he's still rough?

Renoir: Oh? Is that, over there… Hello, Delacroix.

Delacroix: …

Rubens: Ara, if it isn't Delacroix-chan! You came, didn't you!?

Delacroix: I came– I mean... I just went to the art supply store and was passin' by.

Rubens: Good timing, at any rate! Here, there's an empty seat, sit down, sit down!

Delacroix: Sorry, I don't think I'm– … Uh? What's with all the flowers and food?

Rubens: What are you talking about! You're today's star of the show!

Delacroix: A-Aaah… So that's what it was about… Haah… Gotcha. Do I just sit here?

Rubens: Yes yes, that's the spirit!

Ingres: Hmpf, he should have been honest from the start.

Renoir: Come on, come on. I'm sure Delacroix will be in a better mood if we made a toast.

Delacroix: Ya two there, whatcha whisperin' 'bout?

Renoir: It's nooothing~ Well then, shall we all have a toast?

#card tl #card translation #palepare #palepare tl #palette parade #palette parade tl #translation #delacroix #eugene delacroix #4★

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mountains-moving-91 · 2 years

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Aftermath of Silence

I have always been one that has had a point to prove, but didn’t have the voice to prove it - and having a man smack the voice right out of me made it a million times worse…literally and figuratively - for awhile. But really, it was more than a man. It was others in general, and always wanting to make everyone else happy. And it took being by myself, when I wasn’t technically at my lowest rock bottom, to realize that other’s are going to think what they are going to think regardless of my opinion of their opinion of me…and that is making me realize that having a voice for the rough&tough is more important than being another ”respectful” part of the problem…

See, the “stars” - speaking astrology - say that I am granted the ability to have two personalities, because I was born with those twins. One side is quiet and reserved…and the other side doesn’t ever shut the fuck up. Look, I simply enjoy being right - even if it amounts to nothing. And there is nothing more that I hate than being wrong…Oh, and there is nothing more enjoyable to me than having a “respectful battle” between parties for the greater good of the team, especially when I am right. BUT one of my biggest problems is that I am pretty sure I am always right - no matter what situation I am looking dead in the eye. And sometimes I find/found myself getting into pointless arguments, that take/took more energy than they are/were worth, just to be able to say that I am/was right in the end. And sometimes that meant I was my own worst enemy - especially when I was living with a man who didn’t like to be told no. Anyways, I am slowly learning that sometimes being “right” doesn’t matter as much as”doing right”. And sometimes staying quiet says more than when you run your mouth. And sometimes the very opposite is true and more right...

Funny story - We recently had a new family move in a couple houses down from us; and they have three kids. My 5 year old wanted to make friends but was nervous to introduce himself so he asked me to come with him. I was close to telling him that he could do it by himself because honestly I was just as nervous, if not more. After a short debate internally, I decided I wanted to teach him to be strong, rather than tell him to be strong - so we did it together. Come to find out, the family doesn’t speak English. Two nights into their friendship and you would never guess that they don’t “understand" each other. It’s the whole ’Don’t raise your voice, improve your argument” stance, but the opposite - if that makes any sense. Sometimes, you can find alternative ways to communicate with others and you don’t need a voice. But sometimes you are the only one who can speak and you simply don’t have a voice to do it with - And those moments are worth talking more about….even if it means you are “eventually” talking about it, through a form of forgiving and healing.

When I first met my therapist she tried to convince me that we needed to start with my childhood. I, of course, disagreed, because I really did have it pretty good - especially compared to other’s, Honestly, I would even compare my childhood to what I thought was “perfect”. For shits and giggles, let’s rewind together.

I grew up in a pretty privileged way. We didn’t want for much and there really wasn’t any “explosive” scenes that happened within my home. I was the baby in the fam, youngest out of 3…and I was the only girl (besides my Mom, of course). It was less of a mini-me situation and more of a “Cinderella Story” where Mom and I didn’t get always get along and Dad didn’t say much. We did get in trouble when we did wrong…but it was more of a “go to your room and think about what you did” kind of situation. On top of that, I was the shy little girl, with bright big blue eyes, and I would hide behind my “daddy" any time someone confessed how beautiful “dem eyes” were/are. If you can’t tell, I've never done well with compliments and/or emotions. And that started from an early age, like my therapist suggested, and it was simply because not many of those experiences happened within my “perfect” house. And it wasn't done with ill intentions; we just didn’t talk about things like that. And to be more than fair, back in the day - no matter how far back you go - it was considered more normal to do as done…to be just another part of our never ending human existence, recreating trauma (yes, by accident) within every single generation a family carries the name on for - without even understanding what was happening right under our noses…And the “why" checks out - basically just because science_and_research hadn’t traveled that far through time yet. And that means that the past can hold you back if you let if…and you can blame the deck if you want; you can blame the people at the table; and you can even blame yourself for raising when you should have folded… OR you can boomerang the bitch (your life, that is) and let it be the reason you have a voice - once you are finally ready to have one.

Anyways, keep going on with the age game and I started finding more peace in the isolation. And eventually I found that there was more company by myself - alone in my thoughts - than with actual company, having to entertain other’s energy, along with their opinion of me. Eventually, the older I got, the more decisions I had to face on my own, without my parents knowledge or consent and I found myself in sooo many situations that left me hunkering down, with nothing more than a trembling voice and no left foot to balance on. And it took me going back to those places during therapy (with my licensed therapist, aka life coach for those that get scared by the term therapy) to realize that sometimes the opposite is also always right, from somebody else’s perspective. And sometimes those other perspectives don’t have a strong voice - and sometimes they never will - in the exact moment they need to have one - if we are talking about taking care of the bigger problem…you know, the people out here intentionally causing PTSD in others. And honestly, their voice shouldn’t be the only determining factor when having to decide who wins the game - but it should always be part of the factor, without having to ask for a turn to speak. Right and wrong should matter. And lines shouldn’t always come into play.

Ask yourself this…what happens when truly evil people get to hang around? Other people end up getting hurt. And then their people’s people end up getting hurt. And the cycle continues, only the “right ones” end up paying the price by having to relive the trauma, every fucking day of their life. It’s that simple. Yes, people deserve chances. But we live in a world that is filled with fake acting perfect people - that are really not fake, deep down within their core. And then the other side is equally filled with evil people, putting on a perfectly fake act. See, most people aren’t as happy as they walk around acting…they have just been raised to go about their day doing the damn best that they can…while the other side is adapting to “looking the part” - just so they can go about living life their way - with zero consequence of the aftermath they are leaving in their destructive path of wrong and ill intentions.

I kinda grew up voiceless, so to say. Or I was born that way by nature, and I just never figured out how to speak up. And that’s partially because I didn’t technically have anything “good" to talk about and mainly because I frequently found myself making the wrong choices on my own - and in my own head - that putting my trust in other’s hands became a safer and easier bet to make. Honestly, I was more comfortable hiding behind others anyways - Take an introvert, with an original and ever so basic shy type of attitude, who thought more than she spoke, raised in a home where "the real" bad kind of people only existed on fake crime TV shoes that were based on kinda true realities, and mix that with an actual dark road, filled with actual bad people…That’s how my life started getting twisted so easily (and without fear) - See, I didn’t need a voice when I was little because I did live in a safe and happy home and I was able to find comfort under my dad’s wing, for just about anything. And lets be real…the older I got, the easier it became to bat my eyelashes at him and become one of those good kinda bad kids - under their noses. Anyways, eventually it was time to leave home and when that happened, I took everything that I had learned growing up (basically nothing but fairytales), and took it with me out into the great big real world - and then that’s when all of those other doors (black and white, remember?) started to open and the decision of "what’s next" was always left on my shoulders - and I wasn’t a trusted ally of myself.

Back up a little…we are still talking domestic violence and the aftermath that is leaves behinds. My parents are truly good people. And my goodness do they love their little baby girl (and always have)..but my mom and I didn’t have the typical mother and daughter relationship…and I was never given “the sex”talk , the “man” talk, or the “love yourself first” talk…and I had super-painful periods, which I inherited from her, and had myself a pizza face after hitting puberty in 6th grade, which means that I got prescribed birth control for acne and cramp relief. True story - my mother made the choice to tell me that it wasn’t strong enough to protect me from getting pregnant…that was in an effort to make sure that I would still confide in her and share my most innocent dirty laundry with her, of course. It was a trap basically, and a different type of life lesson. The unlicensed life coach in me has to point out the obvious - my mom clearly wasn’t comfortable talking about anything regarding sex. Hell, I didn’t even know that it was normal for adults to have sex well into their marriage until I found viagra in my parents closet while I was looking for change to steal (previous drug addiction, remember) and she couldn’t even prepare me for my first trip into the big girl world. And from there I realized that my family had more secrets than anyone in it was willing to share - and we did a really good job of covering up our shit so that nobody would ever come close to judging us.

But I AM THE BLACK SHEEP in my family and lying to me (and my mental health) in that moment taught me the complete opposite. It taught me that even your closest friends can play tricks on you, and if you can’t trust your mama with your business, than who can you really trust? And if you think it taught me to rely more on myself, you are dead wrong. Instead I started relying on men - any fucking man that would take me. She had no idea of course and would probably have a heart attack if she knew all of who I really used to be - and in an effort to keep my mom around for now, I’ll save some of the good good. In short it broke our relationship. And when I met the man of my dreams I def didn’t feel safe telling her that he continued to beat my face, head, and heart on any given day - because I still wanted him to be invited around the family. I mean hell, we were going to be our own family and we’d for sure be raising our child together…so they had to continue to like him, at least a little. And for whatever reason, I wasn’t willing to let go of that hope, simply because it was what I wanted - speaking long term picture. Basically, if I could get clean for the kid, than he def would too. And one day it would be the perfect little family that I grew up in - and that is how easy my already voiceless voice turned into a beaten and battered woman.

At one point, he was my man in the moon and I tell you what, I sure did follow him around like a lost puppy. I didn’t have many friends to start with - especially if you reconsider the fact that I was spending most of my time hanging out with other junkies who were also looking for their next high. He became my best and only friend- before he ever laid a finger on me. He was charming like that. And I drank his poison for my own sick self-destructive adventure. And I literally would have followed him anywhere, and stood by him through anything. I even put myself in some super sketchy situations that could have turned out very differently had life not gone exactly how it went - for whatever reason. Anyways, I didn’t have anybody else, including my own family - which was strictly because I made some super serious and less than worthless choices in my shooting-up-dope game days. But then I started making much better choices…and he didn’t, because he didn’t have a baby in his belly to protect. So I turned my life around…which in return made his less than average self even more mean - out of straight envy. I could have been 9 months pregnant and he would still try to argue that at least he hit me on the side of the face, rather than straight for the kiddo-in-day-belly area...

And I still didn’t say anything. Because a) I didn’t know how to believe that everything I wanted, everything I depended upon, everything I loved - simply wasn’t going to be and b) I didn’t know how to get the words out without other people telling me that my previous junkie self was probably being over-dramatic. And that’s one of the reasons that I have so much to say now - because enough is enough. Over 6 years into being a normal human being again, and over 6 years of being a normal part of my family again, and even over 6 years of being a normal part of society again and I am still getting the looks of disapproval from anyone that cares about me, but also knows about my past - and what’s sad is that in reality I am just breaking through a lot of traumatic events from a very physically abusive relationship (that I never told anyone about) and sometimes things don’t always look exactly as they are, and sometimes screaming/crying at the top of your lungs doesn't change that.

Look - once you fuck up your life royally, there is no going back - in their eyes. But if you choose to, you can decide to use that part, aka your past, to your advantage. You can find beauty in the pain, so to say, if at one point you actually lived through it. And I am actually slowly learningthat it has more to do with their own fears and less to do with my personal strengths. They don’t see it that way...And that’s because they aren’t strong enough to deal with their fear of losing me, because in reality, they really were lucky to get me back in the first place - and in the dope_kind_of_Recovery_world, once is a long shot… - but possible. And you literally cannot understand that, yet alone talk about it, if you haven’t actually lived it. Believe it or not, the exact same thing is true about PTSD, or C-PTSD if you want to get super personal. It all looks and feels the same, to the person living it. And they should be the only person that is judging what they are going through. And if other people are invited to the party, they simply shouldn’t judge - because they just don’t understand. And they never will.

Stop being so ashamed of what built you into the person that you are trying to teach your children to be. And if you aren’t proud of that breakdown, then you are doing it wrong. And if you are doing it wrong…well, welcome to the party - because we are all doing it a little wrong…So basically just do better. Be better. Know better. Try better. Whatever you do, just do it better than you are currently doing. And be more humble about your own personal experiences before you look down on other’s for trying to deal with their personal shit. And really, just try and fucking find more to smile about in your gosh-dang day than you currently find yourself smiling about. It is out there, if you find a way to make your dream turn into your reality. You just have to do you, first, even if that means that you are doing it all by your damn self…at the end of the day, at least you are doing - rather than sitting, even when it hurts!

#speakupspeakout #Domestic Violence #RepYourPast #Astrology #STANDup #standbyTHEkind

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anxiouspotatorants · 3 years

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It is time. It is finally time for the new Suicide Squad rant (and spoilers will be plentiful):

As someone who was into DC Comics and comics in the mid to late 2010s and had so much hype for the first Suicide Squad movie only to be let down, I was so nervous for this one. I knew it was going to be a roller coaster, but whether I would come out happy or disappointed was up in the air. Having just seen it I will say this: I have no idea if this was a good movie-movie. It was insane. The comedy. The violence. The high emotion. I’m still trying to take it all in. But one thing I do know is that this is an amazing Suicide Squad movie. Gunn and co took the best parts of the comic concept and went batshit with it and that is how this property should be handled (in my opinion). Screw edgelordisms, we need full on insanity free of aiming for shock-value or sexy brutality we want chaos baby.

Starting the whole movie as they did, with Savant as the POV for a mission (or part of the mission) that just goes to hell immediately and kills off so many before the title arrives is the perfect way to start this movie. Like the second I realized this was how they were doing it I was just smiling from ear to ear, this is the spirit of the property.

Part of me wishes we got more Amanda Waller, but what we had was impeccable. Then again, this is Viola Davis we’re talking about, and if she was born to play any character in a superhero story, it is Amanda Waller.

And points to her tech team, introducing them with the death bets was just a lovely way to show how regular this is and how awful everyone is in this movie.

I’m not going to pretend like Deadshot and Bloodsport didn’t have the exact same character- and plot premises… but I will say that Bloodsport felt better executed.

I love that they kept some of the past members and not just Harley. Rick Flag got to have a full personality and interactions with his team members and to be a true leader and it made me so happy for someone who initially did not give a single shit about his character. The Harley friendship? The Dubois friendship? The friendship with that guerilla leader? Amazing. The one American soldier in fictional media I genuinely like. You go Mr Flag.

The new members were… they were insane in the best way. Gone are the shitty stereotypes and present are some of the wackiest creations to ever grace the mainstream movie-sphere (aka the slightly less normal comic creations): A man who has to shoot out polka dots two times a day so as not to die from a space virus. A giant child murdering weasel. A guy who detaches his limbs and slaps people with said detached limbs. King Shark. The second person to command rats with a fancy gadget. They are all crazy and all weird and all more or less morally repulsive people and I love them.

The amount of times I did a double take over the soundtrack I swear. Jessie Reyez? The Pixies? It was so much fun to pick up on once I did.

Was the depiction of a vague Latin American country stereotypical? Yes. Was the secret American involvement predictable and felt mildly patronizing from a non-American, part Latina point of view? Yep. But damn it if I didn’t have a good time with those stereotypes and laugh my ass off at how well executed some were. I don’t know if it was meant as parody, but that one secretary has me thinking so — and if so I am pleased.

Speaking of Latino dictators Harley’s one day romance with one of the villains was something I never knew I needed. Like it was so perfect for Harley that when it happened I almost hit myself for not realizing that this kind of plot should be a normal thing for Harley. And the end of it? Perfect not only in this standalone movie, but also in conjunction with the first and with BoP.

The Taika Waititi cameo??? Oh my god??? I did not expect that and I love it?? Sir, What We Do in the Shadows is impeccable.

Rick Flag’s death actually surprised me. It shouldn’t as this is Suicide Squad, but I kind of expected him to be on Harley’s level of unkillable (because let’s face it, no one kills Harley). What I will say is that his death was good and his final words and actions made me love him all the more. I hope this spawns more Rick Flag content, or at least inspires me to look at what already exists, if he already is as this movie made him (it’s been ages since I read one of the Suicide Squad reboot comics okay).

Starro. How can a villain be so wacky and so terrifying at the same time? I did not expect a literal alien starfish to have more terrifying powers and a more tragic plot execution than Enchantress. But here we are. And that damn star just wanted to be floating in space, and instead it was stuck getting revenge by killing and puppeteering human corpses. Wow that thing was creepier the more you think about it.

I don’t know what I think about Polka Dot Man. I loved watching him on screen but also damn those mommy-issues were on a new level. Not just in his backstory but how he literally sees her in every person around him that was insane. Very funny but like also the kind that makes you laugh just because you’re uncomfortable and don’t know how else to releive the tension.

When Waller got knocked out by a staff member I immediately thought «oh my god Amanda Waller is going to kill half the staff for this», so I’m mildly surprised and disappointed that I didn’t get to see that happen. But also I should maybe expect something like this in a potential future Suicide Squad movie. We can’t have everything in a movie as packed as this.

Peacemaker was very horrible and worked really well. Don’t really have much to say about him, not because I didn’t enjoy him but because I already feel like the film itself has said it for me. But the planting and payoff for his death? Chef’s. Kiss.

Harley’s wardrobe was beautiful. Ratcatcher 2’s combat outfit felt like a steampunk plague dream. Bloodsport’s mask was supercool. Rick Flag’s t-shirt was amazing. But the best little outfit was the Mafalda-keychain and her red dress, hands down. Oh and King Shark’s fake moustache finger moment.

King Shark is shaped like a friend I don’t care how many people he ate alive on screen he looks so huggable. It feels like wanting to pet a bear. You know it will kill you but damn it look at those paws and those cute eyes!

I really need to give it to not just James Gunn but the entire production team for this movie. The aesthetic was perfect. The story was the right blend of whimsical and violent. The finished product was a literal rollercoaster and I mean that in a good way. If superhero movies have to be like amusement parks, I hope they’re more like this one and BoP.

I’ll finish on the note that while I think this movie was great and hopefully a step in the right direction for the DCU/DCEU (as in stop trying to play Marvel’s game and just do your own thing/ let your creative teams run wild and free), it is not the first step. Cathy Yan, Birds of Prey and the production team for it took a step first, and they deserve due credit and attention. If you loved this Suicide Squad movie and haven’t watched BoP yet, do so. Because they really are in the same ballpark while doing things in slightly different ways. And any good DCEU movie deserves more attention so the studios know that creativity and risks should be rewarded. I want more DC movies like this, not necessarily in genre but in creative risks. I want a Black Canary rock movie. I want Alfred in a reverse heist movie alone in the batcave against Gotham villains. I want Gotham Academy on screen play by play from the comics. I want a fully animated psychedelic-like Khalid Nassour as Dr. Fate movie. I want elevated horror movie Constantine. I want weird ass Lois Lane journalist movies with a heavy side of Superman. And I want DC movies I didn’t even know I wanted.

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Take Her For a Spin

Title: Take Her for a Spin Summary: Fem!Reader x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark. Porn without plot. Tony catches Natasha and the reader messing around outside the sauna and eventually Nat calls him out because he's not as sneaky as he thinks he is. Words: 1,537 Warnings (for the whole fic): PWP, Shameless smut, threesome, voyeurism, non-con voyeurism, sex toys, light dom/sub, 18+ as always

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Tony can hardly believe what he is seeing. Through the crack in the door leading to the sauna in the Avenger’s compound, Natasha is stimulating the shit out of Y/N with a toy. Both of them were naked as the day they were born, covered in a sheen of sweat, on the wooden floor. They were not inside the sauna, in the room outside it. But they surely had been in there before, the door to the sauna was steamy.

Tony had come down to relax himself but had stopped on a dime hearing the obscene noises coming from around the corner. He had peeked around the corner, curious about who was playing hide the pickle, finding the door cracked.

His eyes had almost bugged out of his head when he found the two of them. He never would have guessed. Nat had been sweet on Banner but since he had disappeared again… and Y/N? She flirted with everyone. He had passed it off as innocent flirting, a quirk of hers, but it made sense now. Maybe she had been throwing out feelers this whole time.

Tony debates leaving but he cannot tear his eyes away from the way Y/N is arching her back and god, the wicked smile Nat’s got on her face as she dirty talks Y/N… Nat as a dom he definitely called.

Palming his quickly hardening cock through his sweats, Tony desperately hoped no one else came to interrupt this or worse, catch him being a peeping Tom.

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Nat pressed the vibrator deeper, pressing the stimulation arm closer against your clit. You moaned, cupping your tits, fingers flicking over your hard nipples.

She taunted, “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You nodded fervently.

“So wet. Do you hear your pussy around this? Music to my ears.”

She ran a finger down your folds around the toy and brought it to her lips, sucking you off her finger. She moaned salaciously.

“You’re so sweet, baby. Maybe I’ll have you finish on my tongue. You’ve been so good lately.”

You keened at the praise.

“I think it’s time you rode. I love seeing you balls deep. How do you like the sound of that?”

“Yes, yes,” you agreed quickly.

The vibrator was gone and you sighed at how empty you felt. But you knew that would not be for long. Nat hovered over you, an arm wrapping around you as she planted her lips to yours. Her lips were plush and you fell into the kiss desperately.

“Sit up,” she ordered against your lips.

You followed her guidance, her arm still wrapped around your middle.

She reached from beside her and brought the dildo up, pressing it to your lips. You parted your lips around it in obedience, causing her to smile.

“God, can’t imagine what lucky guys have had their cocks in your mouth. I know how good it feels on me but that’s just gotta be a whole different sensation.”

She urged you back and she planted the dildo on the floor between the two of you, it suctioned tight.

“Show me what a good cockslut you are and tomorrow I’ll do you myself with the new strap on.”

That was all the encouragement you needed, the thought of her driving into you and smacking your ass. You angled yourself over it, biting your bottom lip as it sunk into you.

“Look at how easy you’re taking that! My perfect little slut!”

You sunk all the way, full of the dildo. That is when Nat turned on the vibration for it and you let out an obscene groan. Your legs shook in pleasure. You slowly began to rock, moaning as you built your speed, your eyes closed.

“Oh, baby, you’re gonna be so sore, aren’t you? That hot tub is gonna feel so good on your aching pussy isn’t it? You’re earning it the way you’re fucking right now.”

You sunk to the bottom again and let out a shuddered cry. God, you loved feeling this full with the toy vibrating inside you. Nat leaned forward, taking the opportunity to suck at your tits, her tongue swirling around your nipples. You wished she would not stop but she pulled away again, a wicked smirk on her face, eyes blazing.

“How about the real thing?” She cooed before she called towards the door, “Tony. I know you’re out there. Wanna take Y/N for a spin?”

Tony?

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Tony froze mid stroke. He had broken the more he watched, his cock leaking precum in his hand. Through his lustful haze of mind, he debated about tucking tail or trusting Nat was not about going to kick his ass with this bait she was offering. Granted, if he ran, she would probably still kick his ass.

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Your eyes widened when the door nudged open, Tony walking in. You could clearly see his length in his thin sweats.

Nat kissed you roughly and said, “Look at that, you little siren. All those sexy moans you were calling out got a response.” To Tony, she said, “Well?”

You looked at him, eyes hooded as the toy still vibrated, you rocking your hips slowly. He licked his bottom lip, lust apparent.

Nat flicked at your nipples. “She’s already warmed up. So wet and hot… ready for you and that big dick of yours.” To you, she said, “Aren’t you, baby? You want Tony to fuck you? Make you see stars?”

That did sound good, a real dick. And especially his. You nodded enthusiastically at her.

“Yes, please.”

“So polite,” Nat praised. “You hear that, Tony?”

“Fuck yeah, I did,” Tony responded, finally speaking, going to undress himself. You bit your lip, seeing his cock spring free from his sweats.

You found yourself moving as soon as the dildo was gone and swinging your leg over Tony as he was lying on the ground waiting in earnest. Natasha moved forward and made eye contact with Tony. Running her fingers through your wet folds and mixing it with his precum, she pumped her closed hand up and down his shaft. His breath was shallow, transfixed at the sight of her.

“Show him how good you are, sweetling,” Nat encouraged you and you adjusted forward, hovering as she guided his dick to your entrance, and you took him. Nat was right; you were ever so ready, taking him deep and quick. And you were going to be perfect for him.

Hands planted on his chest, you worked yourself up to bouncing. He was so thick.

“Oh god,” you whined, fingernails digging into his chest, causing him to hiss.

“You feel so fucking good!” Tony husked, laying a rapt smack on your ass and you practically melted.

He pulled you closer, his mouth coming to your breasts, kissing and sucking in earnest all over your chest. He bucked his hips, driving until he was full inside and you gasped.

“Goddamnit,” he said breathless, before sucking a nipple into his mouth roughly once more, and then lying back down.

You resumed your own pace, quicker this time. He was getting close, you could tell by the lewd noises falling from his lips and how tight he was holding you. And so were you.

Nat was barely refraining from sinking her fingers into her own sex watching the two of you. She was not above caressing her breasts though, her eyes fixated on the sight in front of her.

“Fuck, look at my good girl riding like a champ.”

Tony slapped your hip repeatedly, groaning, “Oh, shit, I’m gonna come. Up, up!”

Nat’s hands came down on your shoulders just as you stalled to try to do what Tony was asking. Tony stared up at you feeling you not moving and his eyes snapped to Nat over your shoulder.

“She’s on the pill, don’t worry, Tony. Come on, I know you wanna fill her all the way up. Who wouldn’t wanna cum inside my good girl?” Nat practically purred, one hand coming down to squeeze at your nipple and you whined, your cunt clenching around Tony.

That caused him to groan his fingers digging into your skin.

“Use her. She’s all yours. A perfect doll for you to blow a load into,” Nat pushed him and you did not miss the lust flash in Tony’s eyes at that.

Tony resumed thrusting roughly without warning, throwing his head back, all argument gone. You bounced on top of him, broken whines escaping as he fucked you good and raw. He was hitting your spot and your head dangled, letting him have complete control.

He came inside you with long groans, his cock twitching, the stimulation pushing you over the edge as well drawing a pleasured grunt from him as you tightened.

After a few moments, his hands went lax and brushed down your thighs as he brought them up to rub at the sheen of sweat on his face. You sat up straight, him still fully seated inside you. He met your eyes and you were unsure what to say.

Nat had no problem breaking the silence by saying, “Well, I’m turned on by this drastic change in things. This will certainly broaden our toy collection.”

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Give Me A Chance

Pairing: Slash x fem!reader

Words: 1,196k

Summary: You’ve made your biggest mistake, falling in love with your brother's friend who would never like you back. Or so you think. (fluff)

A/N: George Michael’s Careless Whisper was going in and out of my head while I wrote this lol.

PS: Also, I’d like to thank you guys for your patience with Kink Roulette, I’m writing your requests, but at a very slow pace, once I finish all of them I’ll make another kink weekend and post all of them at once :)

You looked at yourself in the mirror, applying some red lipstick on, remembering how you had managed to steal it from a nearby store some weeks ago.

Times were difficult and being one of the only people who worked, you had to put all your money into paying the bills.

Being Izzy’s younger sister had its advantages, but sharing the apartment with four other dudes wasn’t one of them. They were always drunk or high, yelling and laughing at anything, and you were lucky if you could come out of the shower and not find one of them using the toilet, since the apartment’s locks didn’t even work properly.

It was hard in the beginning, getting used to their personalities and habits, plus all the bitterness among themselves, but slowly, day after day, you started to like them, they started to feel like family, people you were comfortable to be around.

You liked Duff’s jokes, and the way Steven would always keep you company when going to the beach, you liked the way Axl would come up with a different nickname for you every day, just to let Izzy pissed, always making you laugh. And oh, Izzy, how was it good to have him around, always looking up for each other.

But the one you had gotten closer to was Slash. You couldn’t simply choose one thing you liked more about him… you loved everything. You loved the way he’d get excited and talk for hours about his passions in life, the way he’d always make you smile, the way he smiled, and how his curls bounced when he moved around.

You had fallen in love with him, long time ago, and you simply couldn’t hold yourself from spending the last minutes of your day imagining how it would be to be with him, to be his, to feel his fingers against your skin, or to hear him calling you baby, or-

“Y/N!”

Duff’s voice cut your thoughts.

“What?”

“Your date’s here!” He shouted from the living room.

You sighed loudly, getting your purse and slowly walking towards the main door.

Slash didn’t like you, he would always see you as Izzy’s little sister, or so you thought….

So here you were, about to go on a date with Travis, your co-worker, who had been asking for a chance for months now.

“Call me if anything happens, ok?”

You gave Izzy a thumbs up, before opening the door.

Travis was leaning against his car, his arms crossed in front of his body as he looked at you, his mouth parting a little when he checked out your outfit.

“Ready?” He asked, opening the door for you.

“Yeah.”

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About an hour had passed since you arrived at the restaurant, you had already eaten and Travis was telling you what seemed to be the most exciting story about his childhood, but you just couldn’t listen.

A song playing in the background made your mind travel to Slash’s face, and then to his voice, and you silently damned the universe for being cruel enough to not give you a chance to be with him.

“.... and you’re not listening,”

Your head snapped towards Travis.

“Huh?.... Sorry, I was-”

“Thinking about someone else.” He finished for you.

You didn’t say anything. How could you justify yourself, being transparent enough that he knew you didn’t really want to be there.

“I always wondered why you didn’t give me a chance, and then Joan said you liked this guy, but I thought that maybe if we went on a date you’d… I don't know… start liking me, maybe?”

He laughed at himself.

“I’m- I’m sorry, Travis.” You looked down.

“It’s ok, Y/N. It’s not your fault.”

You looked back at him and took a deep breath.

Why can’t things be easier? Why can’t I just like someone who likes me? You thought.

“Do you want me to drive you home now, or do you want to get dessert first?” He offered you a smile, trying to lift your mood. “Their cheesecake is awesome! You gotta try it!”

You thought for a second.

“Hey, it’s not because it didn’t work out that we can’t be friends.” He shrugged.

“Cheesecake sounds good.” You said after a few seconds.

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You left your shoes by the door as you quietly walked to your room. It was around 9 pm and you were sure the boys had left for some nearby bar.

Entering your room you screamed startled when you turned the lights on and found someone on your bed, Slash, more precisely.

“Slash! What the hell are you doing here?”

He looked up at you through his curls, placing a bottle of cheap whisky on your night table. He seemed as startled as you, as if he didn’t expect you to be there so soon. He had a piece of paper that looked like a picture in his hand.

“Shit, sorry, Y/N, I just…” He didn't seem to be drunk, even though the bottle was half empty.

“It’s okay.”

You placed your bag on a dresser before sitting on the edge of your bed.

“What’re you doing here, Slash?” You asked quietly.

“I was just… looking at this picture.”

He moved to sit beside you, showing you a picture of the two of you together.

“It’s a good picture.” You smiled, remembering the day it had been taken.

“Yeah…”

There was silence for a second, both of you staring ahead, avoiding each other’s gaze, too afraid that the other would be able to read your eyes and see all you had been hiding.

“How was your date?” He asked.

“It didn’t work out.” You said after some seconds.

“Shame.” He looked at you.

“Yeah.” You looked back at him.

You stared at each other for what seemed like forever and then he slowly started to lean in, his face so close to yours that you could feel his hot breath against your face, so you closed the distance between the two of you, kissing his lips delicately.

Soon he deepened the kiss, his tongue invading your mouth as his hands pulled you closer. You could taste the whisky in his tongue as it explored every inch of your mouth.

“Give me a chance.” He said when you pulled apart. “I know that I’m not boyfriend material and that you deserve someone much better, but if you give me a chance, I promise you that I’ll make you happy.”

You would never be able to describe the happiness that filled your heart when you heard that. A huge smile appeared on your face and for a second you thought you would cry. That was all you had ever wanted to hear and you couldn’t believe that it was true.

“I- I thought you didn’t like me back.”

“Of course I do! I always did. But I knew that Izzy would get pissed and that I would end up hurting you- but, Y/N, I swear that I won’t, I’ll give you my best! I promise!”

“I know, Saul, I believe in you.” You cupped his face with your hands, pulling him closer for another kiss.

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