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cranberryjuice-posts · 3 months

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Before I get too mean

Pairings - clarisse x femme! Reader

Synopsis- you need closure, clarisse needs a good reason to fuck around

An: THERES NO SMUT JUST MAKING OUT😭🙏

For months now all you’ve been trying to do was get over clarisse. After you two had a big argument over something stupid and a dramatic breakup you done everything. You’ve madeout with other girls you’ve flirted around and even flashed someone but nothing compared.

Clarisse on the other hand Didn’t give two shits. She saw you fucking around with other campers but she knew none of them were better than her.

And you knew exactly what you were doing tonight, purposely wearing a tanktop that showed off your cleavage and a pair of sweats that showcased your hips and ass— you knew exactly what to do to get clarisses attention and you also knew how to get her riled up by flirting with one of her sisters. You figured messing around with clarisse one last time will finally give you the closure you wanted.

That’s why it wasn’t a suprise when you were in the ares cabin with clarisse pushed up against the wall and her hands tracing your hips and ass while you two kissed. She started to kiss down your neck eventually leaving hickeys.

“Ah!~ Lise stop” you whined and pushed her head away. “I fucking said no marks”

Clarisse Just rolled her eyes “You Wanna make-out but you don’t want me to leave hickeys, you wanna flirt with my sister and get me mad but don’t want me to react, you want me to kiss you like your my girlfriend but you don’t want me to say shit to you” she sarcastically spoke “at this point just ask to get together”

You just scoffed “as if we broke up because your an entitled bitch”

“Boohoo suddenly its a crime for a woman to have a personality” clarisse grinned before grabbing your face pulling you in not letting you respond.

Standing on your tippy toes and creasing your shoes in the process, you continued to kiss your ex girlfriend.

Once again clarisse started to kiss your neck trying to leave hickeys but this time you didn’t care and just let her. You grabbed a handful of her curls and tugged them knowing it would piss clarisse off because of the knots it made.

She groaned and bit you. “Ow! You shit”

“Don’t tug my hair”

“Don’t leave hickeys!”

Clarisse Just grunted and started to suck on your neck just to prove a point to you. “Just because your pissed doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me”

“Yeah Well im out of sympathy for you” you panted still messing up her hair.

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Still pressed against the wall clarisse started to pepper kisses on your cheek while you played with her necklace.

“Maybe you should leave” Clarisse muttered “before you get mean and fuck shit up again by taking it out on me”

You giggled. “Yeah well your angry ass needs someone equally as toxic to keep you in line”

“Mmhmm maybe you should have left when silena Said i was bad news, that’s why your so broken hearted” clarisse continued to make her way down to your neck and top of your chest.

You closed your eyes and tucked some hair behind clarisses ear.

The moment was ruined however when some ares kids started to bang on the door. “Clarisse what the fuck let us in!” One shouted as the door was locked. You jumped at the noise and yelped as clarisse shoved you aside.

“Bitch”

“Just sneak out the window damn” she sighed and rubbed her lips that had your lipstick on it. She watched as you started to sneak out- before you shut the window clarisse whistled gaining your attention. “Keep it open and sneak in again tonight” she grinned and you rolled your eyes.

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You: *sneaks in like clarisse asked*

Some ares kid who woke up from the sound of the door: “if your sneaking in to hook up with one of my siblings atleast take your shoes off and keep quiet”

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Clarisse: *leaning on the bathroom sink watching you try to cover the hickeys she left*

You: your a fucking psycho these look like you tried sucking my soul out

Clarisse: yeah but you love me

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Clarisse: *making-out with you with you sitting on her waist*

Clarisse: Let’s get back together

You: fuck you

Clarisse: so yes then

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#Spotify #clarisse la rue #lesbian #clarisse pjo #wlw #clarisse x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #clarisse my beloved #pjo fanfic #percy jackson fanfiction

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anjellaufeyson · 2 months

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Hate with attraction - Bellamy Blake

I hated Bellamy and despised him since the beginning. He always had to counter my arguments and disagree with me on every move I made. Every step I took–he criticized. The feeling of hatred was mutual, I never failed to return the remarks he made.

Bellamy brushed past as if I weren't there, yet he still managed to whisper, “You're falling behind.”

I picked up my pace as we walked through the forest. The whole hunting group was filled with all my friends–besides Bellamy. I shoved him almost into a tree, “Catch up soldier boy.”

My best friend, Octavia turned around while walking, and Bellamy glared at me. “I get Bellamy is an ass but why can't you guys just get along?”

I could feel his stare on me, “Your brother started it on day 1 of coming back to earth. The power must’ve gone to his hollow head, can’t say more than that–” My words were cut off at the sound of arrows flying past us.

“Grounders,” Bellamy yelled.

Clarke and Monty spread out of their spot because that’s where most of the fire was, “Guys we have to split up! We all have intercoms so once it’s safe we’ll come back together.”

Octavia reached for my hand but missed me by a couple of inches, an arrow grazed my palm and cut me, “Just go,” I yelled. She ran away but was hesitant. I was about to reach for my gun before a hand stopped me–Bellamy.

“We have time to run, don’t waste your bullets.”

I crouched down with him so no one gets hurt again, “If you keep ordering me around, I’m about to waste one.”

He groaned as he grabbed me and we both made a run for it, “Keep this shit up and maybe I’ll throw you to the grounders.”

I pushed him off me as we walked into a tiny cave for cover, “I’d rather be with them than you,” I mumbled.

“What was that princess,” he asked knowing he heard every word I said. His anger was pissing me off. He ripped a part of his shirt off and began wrapping it around my cut.

“I hate when you call me that.” He only called me that because my father is Kane and he won’t let go that I’m “privileged” just like Clarke. “I didn’t make the rules on the ship, It’s not my fault that–”

He pulled hard on the tie he was making causing me to wince in pain, “Don’t finish that sentence.” Bellamy glanced up at me then annoyingly back at my cut as he wrapped it to perfection–I hated how good he was at helping when I needed it. “I know it’s not your fault but your father and every privileged person on that ship let her die for what reason? Because she had one more kid?”

“You know the rules,” I spoke lowly. It was a sensitive topic and even though I hated his guts and wouldn’t mind if he got floated, I did sympathize. I never liked what happened and the fact no one could have siblings. “The more space taken by more kids would’ve left us overpopulated Bell–” I paused when talking, his nickname Octavia slipped out so easily.

He looked up at me whilst still holding my hand even though the t-shirt bandage was as good as it was going to get. “I’m sorry she was floated, but it was the rules. And you know the Ark was already overpopulated enough. That’s why they sent us down here in the first place, the stupid 100 who had to risk their criminalistic lives for the others.” This topic always got me upset, not sad but mad. My father, Jaha, and Clarke's mom, Abby, were all willing to risk our lives as if we were all test subjects.

“We mean nothing to them, that’s why I was so hell-bent on making sure all of the 100 could survive.”

I rolled my eyes remembering this wasn’t a friend I was talking to, “No, Bellamy you wanted all of us to remove our locators so that you could make sure they didn’t come down here because your reckless ass shot Jaha. I understand it was for Octavia but don’t act as if you’re some hero.”

He pressed down on my wound before dropping his hand, “I never said I was. You always think you’re better than me.”

I went to punch Bellamy but he moved out of the way, I was always good at hand-to-hand, my father got me a trainer, one of the guards. I knew how to fight, shoot, plant, etc. I was built to survive as if he’s been planning this forever. I smiled as I ducked the attack he threw at me, “You can only stand your ground because of the training you and Lincoln did together.” I went to kick him but he caught my leg, kicks were the one thing I couldn’t get the hang of.

“Learn to be faster, princess,” he had a tiny grin on his face as he twisted my leg so I was hopping.

I’d never give him the satisfaction of beating me, I kicked my leg again and got out of his grip. I elbowed him and punched him. His lip began to bleed, he had a smile on his face as his finger touched his lip. “Better,” he whispered.

I went to hit him again but he blocked it and turned me around and kicked behind my leg causing me to fall onto one knee. He grabbed my hair, not too rough to hurt me but enough to move my head so I’d look up at him. “Train more and maybe you’ll beat me.”

Slowly I rose and hit him at his throat causing him to back up. Not hard enough to hurt him but enough so he’d fuck off. I regained enough strength to cause him to lose his balance, then I got him to hit his back onto the ground. I kept my knee on his chest as I looked down at him, “You’ll never beat me, Bellamy. And I don’t think I’m better than you–” Our breaths filled the cave, “I know I am.”

I stayed with my knee on his chest until he gave me a look that I couldn’t comprehend. His lips parted and he moved in to kiss me. I don’t know why but I didn’t back away, I took my knee off of his chest slowly. His fingers slipped into my hair and he pulled me deeper in. He kissed me roughly and I could taste the hate he held for me. Then he pushed me with a betrayal of a smile, “Never let your guard down, princess.”

I made myself look hurt, he stepped closer and I pulled him in for a kiss. He seemed hesitant but easily fell into it. I bit down on his lip causing him to wince in pain. He dragged his tongue along his bottom lip, blood was dripping more than before.

I pushed him away from me, I hated him now more than before. But God, I’d kiss him again with hate once more if given the chance. “Never let your guard down, Bell.”

Suddenly Octavia ran into the cave looking frantic, “Jesus, did the grounders attack you guys?”

Bellamy and I shared a glance, I turned back to Octavia and smiled as if I wasn’t in pain. “No, no we made it out. Well not without one price to pay,” I said as I held my hand up.

Octavia looked shocked, she now realized our words were no longer threats, they were promises. “Bellamy,” she said in confusion but also her annoyance was beginning to focus on both of us for being stupid enough to fight each other. “O,” he said while walking past her. I stopped walking so I could talk with Octavia. He turned to me and whispered, “Next time you won’t get off that easily.” I paused, next time?

#bellamy blake #oneshot #enemies to lovers #the 100 #octavia blake #clarke griffin #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake imagine #bellamy blake fanfiction #abby griffin #raven reyes #jasper jordan #bellamy blake smut

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atopvisenyashill · 4 months

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Killing Jaehaera off was completely unnecessary and it would've been better if she was the mother of Aegon III's kids.

I personally would have loved it he had married Jaehaera and Daenaera because I think there's room in the narrative for both girls.

I think the reason George changed it (besides getting invested in the Velaryons as he wrote out the backstory) was because he wanted some sort of commentary on the lasting legacy of the Dance - Aegon usurps his sister and kicks off a whole violent war for the throne, only for his line to end with a mad little girl, and then die off completely. Rhaenyra lets revenge color her actions during the war and adds to the death, misery, and escalation of violence all so her line can descend from her only for the history books to record that they descend from Daemon, and there’s nothing Aegon III can do to change it. In a way, despite everything, the lines of both Rhaenyra and Aegon end with them. This war that claimed the lives of their children, their lovers, their families, was completely fruitless and useless; all that's left at the end is orphans, and history books that will call Aegon and Rhaenyra both usurpers. It's very sad commentary, for sure, but I get why it was so important to George to kill Jaehaera off (to a certain extent). It's just he did it in the most George way possible lmao and it doesn't hit the way I think he intended it to.

But it could have! Which is so frustrating! He could have 100% had them both in the narrative easily - just have Daenaera be a lady of the court and a friend of Jaehaera's! Jaehaera can take in Daenaera as a lady to help smooth things over with that branch of the Velaryons (who are probably still pissed off because Alyn is a bastard and everyone in Westeros hates Baela for doing #HotGirlShit). Jaehaera is mother to Daeron, Baelor, and Daena, and kills herself/is murdered right after Daena is born. I think having a daughter of her own is an interesting trigger for her trauma - like, your husband having the same cursed name as your father who died miserable and alone, with only you for family, and then watching your husband hold your first daughter? More than enough to trigger an episode, and leave it vague as whether she threw herself onto the spikes or someone simply took advantage of her being scared and alone & pushed her.

Maiden’s Day happens and there's a lot of nerves because the last time the King got remarried, the Dance happened. Different circumstances because Aegon has two sons, to be sure, but I'm positive half the realm is thinking "what if he chooses wrong and we get another Otto Hightower." Baela and Rhaena present Aegon’s new bride, then point to the beautiful but quiet, also grieving Daenaera Velaryon, and Aegon just accepts it because he knows Daenaera won’t oppose Jaehaera’s children (they were friends, also Daenaera is now scarred by the violence of Jaehaera’s death). Daenaera is as uninterested in him as he is in her; the twins present a way for him to remarry without forcing him out of his comfort zone (which neither Aegon nor Jaehaera ever liked to be) while backing Daenaera into an offer she can’t refuse. Continuing on the use of traumatized women as pawns, the twins clawing for their own power and relevancy as the Regents, Small Council, and now even Aegon’s sons steal it away from them, a move that is as “girlboss” esque for them as it horrifying for Daenaera. This way, you still get the Blackfyres descending from Jaehaera (and the Greens), you get the Velaryons in there more, you get Maiden's Day and Daenaera.

I think this scenario - where Jaehaera is mother to Daena and the Blackfyres, and Daenaera to the two youngest girls - doesn't make a huge difference in the grand plan, BUT it does make some things more interesting. It adds a really interesting echo from Viserys I and Rhaenyra’s children to Aegon’s - how easily these bonds between half siblings can be turned sour if only their lives are just a bit different. Daena, daughter of Jaehaera, falling to the generational Targaryen curses of dying young, of accidentally kicking off a succession crisis simply because she desired sexual agency. Elaena, daughter of Daenaera, escaping these curses through her politicking, her skill, siding against the nephew she adores and helped raise to try to escape Daena and Jaehaera’s fates. Not to mention having Aegon II’s line end with his daughter, then morph into the usurping Blackfyres is a great narrative choice!

It’s all right there!! The themes!!! It all goes back and back, this family enacting continent destroying violence against each other all for the privilege of sitting on that ugly, spiky chair. But no we get Daenaera the hot six year old instead. SmFh.

#asks #fire and blood critical #grrm critical #jaehaera targaryen #daenaera velaryon #in my mind daenaera is reclusive and pious and a lesbian which is why aegon liked her. doesn't talk preferred jaehaera to him. like.#sure i'll marry the glorified nanny my sisters got me why not. at least she already likes my kids.#naerys turns to the seven because its what daenaera taught her. 'if you need to go away in your mind picture the sept and pray.'

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bug-bites · 5 months

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one of my fav things to read/write is a f!reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley, where the reader is almost exactly like ghost. I'm talking full black mask, (maybe legally dead) few words, silent, callsign generally spooky like Reaper or Phantom, and I was wondering if you would wanna do that?

Usually I have reader as a childhood friend or adopted sibling of Roach, which is why roach is so comfortable around ghost. He's just used to it. If it's pure fluff or platonic that's completely fine, and if you don't wanna do that it's also fine!! I just thought I might as well shoot my shot :)

Your an amazing writer, have an awesome day <3

seeing double

cw: canon-typical violence, breif (pun intended) mention of ghost having skeleton boxers (nothing like explicit though i dont even know if this needs to be mentioned tbh but better safe than sorry), ghost gets shot womp womp, angst w/ a happy ending, so many military inaccuracies, barely proofread :P

pairing: platonic!simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader, gary 'roach' sanderson & reader

characters: simon 'ghost' riley, gary 'roach' sanderson (price, gaz and soap mentioned v briefly!)

authors note: omg you are so sweet thank you so much!! sorry this took so long i've been so busy with things, i hope you don't mind that i got a bit silly with this one and basically wrote a fic in jot notes 😭 (ALSO ROACH MENTION!! I LOVE MY BBYG THANK YOU ANON <3)

when you first met ghost he genuinely thought this was a joke. the balaclava, the whole death motif, your callsign being phantom which is literally synonymous with ghost, even your attitude was so eerily similar to him. it was like looking in a mirror

it didn't help when he tilted his head you mirrored your actions

i think he wouldn't gravitate immediately to you, it's not that he didn't like you he just felt a bit odd with how similar you two were, in all honesty he was probably slightly unnerved by you

soap and gaz definitely crack jokes about you being the second coming of ghost or something dumb like that

whenever anyone is referring to you and ghost and phantom it was always "the ghosts" or "ghost and girl ghost" which pissed you OFF

roach cant count all the times you have ranted to him about how everyone treats ghost like he came up with your whole aesthetic and you copied him when you have been doing this for YEARS before you even met ghost!

"and everyone acts like he invented skeletons and being legally dead! how self centered do you have to be to act like you invented skeleton iconography?! THEYRE SKELETONS. THATS LIKE BASIC HUMAN ANATOMY. and its always men taking the credit- god its so stupid! i did shit this first and how do i know that he isn't copying me huh?? did we ever think of that?? and ghost is such a basic ass fucking name like really. ghost? bet the only reason he wears that mask is to cover up his casper sized forehead."

roach knows that you're annoyed and you probably aren't trying to be super mean- maybe you don't even think ghosts forehead is casper sized! but hey, he isn't trying to argue while you look like you're about to rip someone's head off

instead he opts for calmly signing words of comfort lest you tear ghosts head off (with a few minor corrections)

"yes roach i know phantoms are pretty much the same as ghosts but that's not the point. you're basically my brother. you have to be on my side. that's how it works."

its good you and roach get along with each other. however, since you are just so similar with someone whos name starts with s and ends with imon "ghost" riley he becomes friends with roach quite easily and rants to him too

"she thinks shes so fookin crea'ive but you know wha? she isnt. bet ive been in SAS longer than her. wheres 'er skull tattoo at?? cause i got a whole sleeve done almost a decade ago! she isnt the first to come up wi' this. see, i get youre friends wi' 'er but truth is she di'nt come up wi' all o' this 'erself and she isn't half as dedicated as me. i even got skeleton boxers! she got those??- wait no dont answer tha' i dont wan' tha' image in my head."

for the first month or two whenever you see each other its clear you two do not get along.

roach tried to crack a joke but if anything it just made you hate ghost more

"hey, phantom. what's got two legs and bleeds?" "half a dog." you and ghost respond in unison

the rest of the day you dont even acknowledge each other. price makes a joke about how "you both are acting like you killed someone" which you mutter a small "oh im going to that's for sure" under your breath

safe to say you had a long rant to roach about how now not only is he stealing your whole persona, he's taking your jokes now too

you think roach would be torn between choosing sides but no this man loves every second of it. its so petty- so stupid he just needs to see how long you two idiots will keep butting heads

you mention how you were planning on getting a red mask? he's going up to ghost being like "hey, ghost did i ever tell you red is totally your colour? you know what actually? you should get a red mask!"

you both walk into the next briefing with your new masks and you couldn't be more pissed

to make matters worse you both are teamed up for the next mission. something about stopping a major arms dealer but ghost is the one getting his hands dirty. all you need to do is get into security, guide him through the complex enough for him to grab intel and leave

its simple. you've done it a billion times before, same with ghost. the first half goes fine. you both get in, he grabs the intel and is ready to head out, both of you speaking only when necessary.

minor issue- actually major issue, getting out wasn't as smooth. somehow ghost ended up shot right as he's notifying you that he's almost out. you hear the gunshot ring out, a grunt and scuffling.

"phantom to ghost. how copy."

your voice rings out, an eerie silence following after

"ghost. how copy."

you repeat again, this time earning a response

"m' alive. shot in the leg. bullet went clean through, makin a torniquet as we speak" he grunts back. you have never been happier to hear his stupid manchester accent "keep it that way."

if past you knew those four words directed at ghost would come out of your mouth, you're pretty sure you would've stolen a tank and driven it off a cliff immediately with ghost in it too probably

but now is not the time hotwiring a tank and locating a cliff would take too long anyways, you guide him out, occasionally telling him some stupid fun fact to make sure he's still there or just to keep him alert

"did you know that jellyfish have one hole for their mouth and asshole?" "these get more concerning the more you tell me." "most koalas have chlamydia." "alrigh', 'nuff of that. fun facts are s'pposed to be fun, you know that right?" "learning is fun."

this earns a chuckle from him which he quickly covers up with a cough

he makes it out alive, busted up that's for sure but alive nonetheless

you hook his arm over your shoulder, talking about everything and anything to keep him conscious. he's going to listen anyways so might as well make the most of it

"you're not as bad as i thought you'd be, 'specially for a copy cat." he says after you tell him yet another bizarre animal fact "i got a red mask first by the way" "piss off. this is why i don't compliment you" he rolls his eyes, for once not out of annoyance "i wear it better anyways." "sure, sure. believe what you want, but just know that i'm the cooler one." "you also are shit at making tourniquets" "so you finally admit that i'm cooler." no amount of eyerolling or snappy comebacks can hide your grin at this point. you silently thank your past self for choosing to wear a mask all the time "you're quite bold for someone who got shot in the leg"

once you two get back, practically everyone is surprised how all the deadly glares and colorful insults muttered under heavy sighs between you two have now been replaced with playful banter and empty threats with no murderous intent behind them

price heard you laughing with ghost followed up with you telling ghost "they will never find your body" which did scare the shit out of him but it made ghost laugh so hard he nearly pissed himself

price made sure to check that ghost was in fact alive for the next few days, just to make sure you were joking

when asked about it both of you just shrug and reply "trauma bonding."

roach, although disappointed with the absence of drama is glad to see two of the most special people in his life getting along bros just sad he cant be an instigator anymore

and as soon as ghost comes back from leave, he's got double the scary dog privileges he originally had

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violet-lazer · 1 year

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Possession

Content / Warnings : Mature 18+, Secondo/Reader, Gender-Neutral Reader, Friends With Benefits, Secondo in his Jealousy Era, Mostly Fluff, 1.7k words. Thanks, please enjoy! (AO3)

Perhaps it was overconfidence, then, the fact that no strings had truly meant no strings in past dalliances, that had led Secondo to forget that it’s always, always a gamble. No matter how sure you are in your ability to keep a distance, to temper feelings, to avoid threading the needle of jealousy that could so easily burrow its way into one’s chest and tug, nothing is promised. Friends with benefits is fine, easy even, until somebody starts ruminating over the quiet, tender moments before and after the deed or the kisses that linger just a little too long. The gulf is vast between ‘let’s keep this casual’ and ‘let’s try something real.’

(Or: Secondo is finding 'friends with benefits' more difficult than anticipated.)

It would almost have been better if he’d caught you underneath someone else. Perhaps then the twist in Secondo’s stomach would feel more proportionate to the sight before him.

It’s a velvety afternoon in the halls of the Ministry; sunshine is pooling warmth into the stone floors, there’s a pleasant bed of chatter in the air, and Secondo has quite forgotten where he was going as his eyes come to rest on you in the corridor. You’re engaged in the obscene act of conversation with another Sibling just outside Copia’s office, and you look a bit too happy. Secondo doesn’t know your companion, and his curiosity is enough to slow his pace while he considers them. He does a quick inventory. A bit taller than you. Reasonably good looking, he supposes, with confident, easy body language. You stand before them, an attentive conversationalist, head inclined upwards in interest. You seem relaxed. Close. How close?

The thought takes him almost by surprise and Secondo only realises he’s stopped walking when a cardinal slams right into the back of him and launches into an apologetic monologue so sincere one would think Secondo was the spectre of death himself. Secondo waves him away. There’s a time and a place to enjoy watching a cardinal grovel, but it isn’t today.

From this distance, Secondo can’t quite make out what you’re talking about, and he wonders what could be so compelling that you’ve scarcely taken your eyes off your partner. Not even a cursory glance around to acknowledge any senior clergy members who may be passing. You laugh and Secondo frowns. Excessive. This was going too far.

A tad later than was ideal, Secondo’s sense of reason finally kicks in. You are a friend. A good friend, a relationship that shouldn’t be muddied with extraneous feelings or fits of pique. Many Siblings think they are close to a Papa. Few are correct. Even the most cocksure will boast in hushed tones, lest wiser Siblings remind them that being underneath a Papa once or twice is not the same thing as knowing them.

You are a rarity- confident enough to call Papa Emeritus the Second a friend without lowering your voice in fear of contradiction. Secondo couldn’t pinpoint the moment you crossed the border from nameless member of the congregation to acquaintance, and the transition from there to confidant and friend was even more difficult to place. Still, here you are, some five years down the line from the day you first spoke, one of the only people who truly understands him. Even more remarkably, Secondo understands you. He knows how you take your coffee. He knows which Siblings annoy the absolute piss out of you. He knows the sound of your footsteps approaching his office, footsteps that mean he doesn’t have to straighten his posture and conceal his weariness as he does for others. And of late…he knows each and every sound you make in the deepest depths of your pleasure. He’s spent hours acquainting himself with every inch of you; your chest against his, your back pressed against the mattress as he moves inside you.

The more physical side of your friendship is a recent development. A product of the late nights you spend together- either working or reading- which ultimately devolve into deep, soul-baring talks and, occasionally, reality television marathons. One jet-black night a few weeks ago you’d shared a few drinks as usual, and as late night ticked over to early hours you’d also shared a few admissions of your…unattended needs. And Secondo had made you an offer. Like all the best offers, it was low-risk and high-reward; no obligations or expectations, simply an outlet for your frustration and desire. An opportunity to ruin each other every way but emotionally. Release whenever you wanted it. Wanted him.

You had accepted without a moment’s hesitation.

And suddenly, as your eyes finally drift from the Sibling you’re engaged in conversation with over to Secondo, he realises it’s a gamble he’s well and truly lost. You give him a small smile and his heart sinks. This is it, then; little use in denying what that unpleasant rush represents. Headfirst down a path he’s been so careful to avoid; because it doesn’t ache to say we used to fuck but it’s a knife in the gut to admit we used to belong to one another. Well, if he could call it careful. Honestly, he should have seen this coming. Wasn’t it willful ignorance to pretend that he hadn’t already laid claim to you in his own way one hundred times over? It’s in the bruises he bites into your neck and the instinctive spill of his name from your lips as you tip over the edge.

So be it, then. As he takes a step forwards, course straight and steady towards you and the Sibling you’re speaking to, he allows himself to feel it. A toll of jealousy rings with every purposeful, impending step. Who are they? How close are you? Do they know how to make you come? He wants to press you against the wall in front of them, push his tongue into your mouth and grind his hips hard into yours. But-

You’re not his. Those lingering threads of reason are beginning to become somewhat of an annoyance, even more so when they have a point. There’s no scandal here. Neither you or your…friend were doing anything wrong. By Secondo’s own rules in this arrangement, you owe him nothing. If there’s a white-hot dagger of envy in his chest, Secondo has impaled himself.

At Secondo’s approach, your companion at least has the decency to look a bit surprised; the sudden proximity clearly catches them off-guard. Good. They offer a hasty greeting. Secondo raises a dismissive eyebrow. It’s…rude. It’s unlike him. After a few moments of exceptionally awkward silence, the unfortunate Sibling looks from Secondo to you, and then back again. They quietly excuse themself. Both you and Secondo watch them retreat, and then you turn to him with arms folded and a faint frown on your face. Ah. He’s prepared for some admonishment, but instead you address him with an air of concern.

“Are you alright, Papa?”

It’s Papa here, in the corridors. For you, and only you, it’s Secondo in the mornings.

“Yes,” he says, not deigning to elaborate. He wants to ask a myriad of inappropriate, intimate questions. Eventually, he settles for something else.

“What are you doing tonight?” It’s said with all the composure he can muster.

“Oh-” your eyes flit from his briefly- “actually, I’ve just been invited out for drinks tonight? By a friend. That friend.” You gesture loosely towards the hastily withdrawing figure in the distance.

Your friend. Like you and he were friends? Stop. He’s getting worse at catching himself, but he supposes at this point he may as well just lean into it.

“Ah,” Secondo replies. “No matter. I was simply curious.”

Well, that was that. A thorough dead end. You are busy tonight, as you are perfectly entitled to be, you have friends as you are entitled to have, and what you get up to with them is absolutely none of his business. He’ll spend tonight alone in bed nursing a dram of whiskey and decidedly not wondering what you are doing.

“Why?” you ask. Don’t ask. “Is it an emergency?”

Oh, it could be. You’re joking, but it could be. Secondo is sure he could fabricate some sudden administrative nightmare or an urgent ritual he needs your assistance with, and is even surer that you’d be as eager to help as you are to get on your knees for him. But that would be supremely unfair, and dishonesty makes his teeth itch. Well. The truth it is, then.

“No.” He lets the statement rest for a few seconds before he speaks again. Plainly, he says: “I wanted to spend tonight with you.”

“Oh.”

The two of you look at one another wordlessly. Here it is, the offer, the agonising pause before the drop- the intangible, ephemeral extended hand for you to take or to spurn. He waits. And as the smallest of smiles crosses your lips, Secondo realises that you know him better than he thought.

“Tell me not to go,” you say.

“Don’t go.”

Perhaps there are demands you want him to make, and perhaps you’ll let him work every last one out of you. There’s anticipation in the space between you, silence for him to fill, and you’re looking at him the way you do before you ask him to fuck you, and Lucifer he’s aching to touch you. One more selfish demand, if you’ll allow it.

“I do not just mean tonight.” Secondo leans forwards and tips your chin up with one gloved finger. “I want you, completely.”

This close, at this torturous distance, he sees the shiver run through you- feels your breath catch in your throat. You’re looking for something in his eyes that you alone can find, and he wants to give it to you. He wants to give everything to you.

“You already have me,” you say.

Instinctively, with a composure at odds with the hammering of his heart, Secondo grabs your hips and pulls you towards him. He kisses you desperately and you kiss him just as needily in return, paying little attention to any potential onlookers- let this be a declaration of his intent, a definite, purposeful claim.

You are his. And as you lace your fingers behind his neck and press your body to his, he understands that he has been yours for a long time.

#the band ghost fanfiction #secondo x reader #secondo #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus ii #the band ghost fanfic #hey anon here you go! thanks for your patience

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 1 year

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More ROTTMNT headcanons: random shit part five million

Donnie would pour the milk before the cereal

And then he would go on a five-minute tangent about how “this is the correct way to do it the internet has rotted your brains”

Leo puts the cereal in first (you know like a normal person) and argues with Donnie every single morning about how much of a heathen he is

The jokes on both of them they’re lactose intolerant (and they refuse to take their medicine)

Mikey eats his cereal with chocolate milk (but he still pours the cereal first cause he agrees with Leo (but he’d never tell Donnie that))

Raph just eats his cereal without milk

He will reach his hand into the box and eat it like granola and it disturbs the boys to no end

One time he ate the cereal dry and had a glass of milk right next to him

Just to piss the boys off

The boys all sing in the shower

Mikey has the highest voice (like I’m not kidding that boy gives Ariana a run for her money)

Raph is an alto and when he sings you can feel it in your bones

It reverberates throughout the house and you can hear it no matter what room you’re in

The twins sing both

Leo tends to favor soprano (though he is an excellent alto)

And Donnie tends to lean more towards alto (but he sometimes sings soprano (nothing feels better than hitting a crazy high note))

Leo and Mikey would lick the seasoning off of takis

Donnie and Raph would lick the frosting off pop tarts

Leo would drink milk out of the carton

When the twins are bored at 3 in the morning they dance together

They’ve made whole ass runtiness that they’ve memorized

They range from hip-hop to ballet (they love having range)

They’ve memorized the dance from Tangled (cause my sister and I memorized that dance)

Sometimes when they’re in their feels (cause let’s face it 3 am depression hits us all)

They’ll sit in Donnie’s lab (the only soundproofed room in the lair) and blast sad songs

Raph knows how to crochet

He’s made blankets, stuffed animals, and outfits

(He’s the only person to finish a temperature blanket)

Mikey knows how to sew he’s made quilts, and outfits (he’s the only reason the boys have clothes)

His brothers have more blankets than they know what to do with

And sometimes when Donnie isn’t busy he’ll make the boys stuff

Like game consoles or random fidget toys

Cause Leo can’t do any of that he wracked his brain trying to come up with ways to help his siblings

Then he noticed

Mikey would draw for hours without taking a break

Donnie wears his battle shell unless he's sleeping

And Raph is just tense 24/7

So he decided that he wanted to come up with stretching regimens to meet their needs so they’re not in pain all the time

The fact that it releases endorphins, dopamine, and serotonin is just a little bonus

The first time they stretched as a group it sounded like fireworks were going off

Leo was genuinely concerned and considered calling a doctor

(this is your reminder to go stretch)

(Yes you!)

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #disaster twins #sorry I haven't been posting as much #college has been kicking my ass #and I am moving #so life is stressful

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littlelesbinonny · 8 months

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 25: In Which Fates Begin to Spin Pt. 4

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Well, you got zero sleep the rest of the night.

The aching in your back spread to the rest of your body and you ended up running a hot bath to soothe it. It was like you were in the day-after phase of a grueling work out session. Everything was sore. Tight. And your back was still stinging. It felt like rug-burn.

Luckily the soak helped alleviate much of the tension and you were able to get up and get ready for work, although, you really didn't feel like going. Maybe you were coming down with the flu? You didn't have a fever, you didn't feel congested or have a runny nose, no headache, just physically beat to hell for literally no apparent reason.

You couldn't help the feeling of anxiety crawling up from the pit of your stomach.

Maybe something was terribly wrong with Alcina.

About 30 minutes before you had to leave for work you texted your boss that you were sick. You weren't up for it today. You felt like shit, and exhausted was putting it mildly.

Curling up in your beanbag chair you opened your balcony blinds and watched the sunrise through another hazy fog. You did notice the plate of blueberries had been picked clean and at least that put a smile on your face. Nestling down with a fuzzy pillow you let your eyes shut and allowed a doze to wash over you.

Your subconscious filled itself with thoughts of Alcina and it was partially comforting and bothersome. Being apart from her sucked. A lot. All you could really hope for was that you were actually getting sick and nothing was wrong. Still unsure why you felt this way, you tried to abandon it, but it hung on like a pesky sibling in a needful fit of attention.

The faint screams you heard before your body had its convulsions came echoing back as you tried to rest and it pushed your nerves further to the ledge. If you didn't know any better you'd say it easily could have been Alcina. Maybe... maybe it was. Were you somehow having some kind of extra sense and experiencing things she was going through? When she told you the tale of her and Madeleine it seemed to play out like a movie in your head; like you could physically see and hear and feel what she had gone through. You chalked that up to the vivid imagination that you'd always had, but now you were starting to question a whole hell of a lot more. Like, how you could physically feel emotional changes in her, as if somehow Alcina's experiences were reflecting in or off of you.

Or, maybe you were just out of your mind and imagining all of it.

You groaned.

When Karl was finally allowed into the tent, Alcina was sitting upright on the med cot draped in a grey robe that was clearly too small for her. She looked paler than he had ever seen; her cheeks were hollow, eyes dimly lit and the slate color barely hanging on. Her lush lips that were normally the shade of blood were thinner and just as pale as the rest of her. The length of her arms that protruded from the garment showed the deep dark purple scarring of the slashes she'd endured, not to mention the bruising and scrapes down the left side of her face. They looked ugly and he winced internally.

Guilt was rarely, if ever, an emotion he felt. But somehow this was gnawing at the back of his neck and it was pissing him off.

She was slower than normal in regarding him. He assumed she must still be in a good deal of pain, but she nodded gently as he approached.

Beside her bed was a long table that was piled high with empty blood packs, one appeared newly drained and he cocked an eyebrow.

"Look's delicious," he smirked.

While she was lacking in energy, her retorts were swift.

"If I have to drink one more cold bag of blood I might just eat you instead - though I'm convinced that would actually poison and kill me."

Karl grinned, "that would be completely accurate. I'm basically junk food, but also bitter, rancid, probably a little bit of a lot rotten and not for the weak - however," he saved himself quickly, "I had a feeling you could use a real meal."

Alcina watched with a tilt in her head as he handed her a thermos.

"Don't ask where I got it. Just drink it."

Sable was eying the both of them with pure curiosity at their exchange, and more or less what was in the bottle while she cleaned and tidied Alcina's area.

Without questioning, Alcina unscrewed the black lid and sniffed. It was hot blood.

She sighed with pure delight and began to drink it greedily. She didn't care to ask how or where he got it, she was exceptionally grateful just to have some blood that didn't taste like rusted nails found in a riverbed. It was no substitute for yours, nothing ever would be, but it was nourishing enough and the majority of her pain slowly trickled away.

"Thank you," she said softly, eyes closed and her head tilted back, "I'll keep you off the dinner menu."

Karl tried not to stare at how ragged she looked, so he quickly recovered and began scratching his chin.

"How ya feelin'?" he asked abruptly.

Taking in slow and careful breath, Alcina eyed him tiredly, "like shit."

Well, at least she was honest.

"Hey, you should see the other guy," he grinned, "he's like dead and stuff."

Alcina smiled.

After a bit more conversation, and since it had been mentioned, Alcina requested to be taken to the tent where her deceased assailant was being examined. She wanted to look at the fucker herself, she had many questions she wanted answered. Though, there was no way she could go dressed like this.

Sable sent Gabe for some of their reserve gear. He returned not too long after with a black tactical jacket and a pair of beige pants that were baggy but a little bit short for her long legs. Oh well.

Karl didn't really stifle his snicker as she made her way slowly out of the medical tent. He so desperately wanted to make a quip at how quickly she had downgraded her class after just one short night in the company of lycans, but she threw him a warning glare. Her returning fire gave him great relief; she was getting better and she would make it through this like the warrior he knew.

Gerard and Mateo had returned, in tow was Mitch, whom she was pleasantly happy to see. He was mending quickly.

Without much more delay, she, Karl, Sable, Mitch, Mateo and Gerard all took a little visit to the coroner's tent.

"Why is his head smashed in - how did it get smashed in?"

Karl didn't look at anybody, just stood there with his hands in his pockets and a blank expression on his face.

"Methinks it had to be a really big hammer, or something," Mitch replied smugly, thumbing his bristly chin.

Alcina looked to Karl in the deafening silence and after accepting no one was going to say anything, she raised her eyebrows at him, "was that truly necessary? Wasn't he dead already?"

He shrugged nonchalantly seemingly bored with the subject, "nothing wrong with making sure."

Mitch winked at Alcina when their eyes met, the smugness only growing stronger in his grin.

"Aside from that - " she stopped shortly and hissed; her quick movement towards the large containment bin his body was in caused a sharp discomfort all through her back.

Karl was reaching for her immediately but she put her hand up as she closed her eyes and breathed herself back to normalcy.

"I'm fine... now... aside from that, what more do we know?"

Joel, the examiner and rightfully one of their most intelligent scientists, huffed, "well, that's about it."

It was easy to tell by his mannerisms he was just as curious but annoyed by the matter as everyone else.

"As I said he's definitely a vampire, but he's mutated. I still don't know with what or how. It seems parasitic in nature; his body was still quite functional even after there was no way for it to be. A bashed in skull really doesn't adhere to having a reactive nature in the way of his - nerve damage can cause such effects, sure, but his body actually reacted independently of each test. When I was slicing off skin samples from his hand, it jerked away as if it was in pain. He's clearly dead. There should be no reaction as such. It wasn't until several hours postmortem that he actually stopped having any movement at all, and that leads me to believe he's infected with something. Coming to that conclusion, that's why his body is now contained the way it is. And no, I don't believe it is contagious but I want to make sure if something exists that body, it's contained."

Karl walked closer to the bin and toed it with his boot. He really wanted to kick it, but he kept his cool.

"Huh... an infected mutated vampire. Can we kill it with fire?"

Joel smirked, "well yeah, you can pretty much kill anything with fire, but from what I've heard of these heathens they're damn near impossible to catch."

Alcina mused on the sight of the vampire lying there, recalling how sporadic but effectively chaotic his increased speed was.

"Do you have any assumptions on the weakness of this... thing? Preferably without hand to hand combat?" she asked looking back at him.

"From the damage done that you inflicted, before the head smashing, and his ability to still travel as far as he did before he died tells me this mutation has either drastically altered either his ability to feel pain, given him a complete lack of awareness of pain, or has simply made him psychotic. That would be the only real explanation for him to withstand such an attack and survive as long as he did. Examining the healing rate of the wounds tells me he's no real different than the rest of us, just utterly blind to his own limitations."

"So buddy boy here's infected with meth parasites - exciting. Well that's certainly not super helpful," Karl grumbled, "so we got a pack of psychotic mutated vampires on the loose who can't be tracked or caught because of their absence of smell and stupid fast ability to move. What the fuck are we supposed to do with that, play the Texas Chainsaw Massacre version of Where's Waldo?"

"Do we know how many more are out there?" Alcina interjected rolling her eyes.

"Not a goddamn clue," came another voice from the entrance of the tent.

Sylvia had stepped in with another guard and approached the group with a sour look on her face.

"I've got men stationed in droves around the cave. It's been silent tonight for the time being but I don't trust anything. There's no way this motherfucker was able to attack as many of my soldiers as he did in separate places even with his super mutant speed. Doesn't add up. There's gotta be more, but where is the million dollar question."

Everyone paused and mulled on the situation before Alcina stiffly straightened her posture and ran a shaky hand through her raven hair.

"After we finish here I will contact my people and get troops mobilized immediately to aid you. I would still like to keep this as quiet as possible for the time being; the less chaos we can avoid internally will greatly aid our efforts outside the underground cities to hopefully neutralize this threat before it becomes worse. Sylvia, please get me a list of supplies my military can bring."

The lycan general folded her hands behind her back and nodded at Alcina, then nodding in the direction of the tent entrance to the soldier behind her which immediately set off.

"What can we do for you in the meantime, Lady Dimitrescu?"

Alcina waved her off gently, "nothing. Your exemplary medical officers have gone above and beyond with my care and I am grateful for their expertise," she regarded Sable who smiled in return, "once my soldiers arrive I trust you and my general, Dmitri, will get things in order..."

She paused as the overwhelming feeling of uselessness drenched her psyche. In any other situation she would be side by side with her soldiers in planning and executing any kind of military plan, but in her current state she was a liability and it made her cringe. Alcina hated being left on the sidelines, she'd never been this helpless before as a vampire. Her wounds should be healed by now goddammit.

Clearing her throat she once more tried to straighten her posture to brush off her pain and dismay, "when I am more able, I will be back in the trenches with you."

Karl was no dummy. He could tell she was running herself down internally for not being the active commander she felt she should in this. He couldn't let it go noticed.

"Well look, I dunno about the rest of you but I'm fuckin' tired of being around this dead, some kind of infected bag of flesh; can we please get onto more important things? Like, when and what the fuck are we eatin'?"

A breath of relief eased from her tight chest and Alcina let the lycans lead the way out of the tent.

Sable was at her side and eyed her in the dimly lit night, "I know you're in hurry to get back to the warehouse but I'd like to apply more betadine to your back before you go."

Very few times in Alcina's life had she had to rely on other people for so much help. Unfortunately, she'd known long endured and intense pain for more than most when she was human. She'd gone for so long without real unmanageable pain as a vampire that this was playing mind games with her. Even at the worst of the lycan vampire wars, wounds she sustained were fast healing, and the physical discomfort was minimal through her vampire strengths. This... this took her back to the days she was bedridden by utter exhaustion and agony she couldn't wait to be freed from. She hated it. This wasn't normal. There was more to these wounds than met the eye and she hoped Joel's tests would bring back proof of whatever it may be.

Sable had to help Alcina undress, she couldn't move her arms in a way that didn't stretch the stapled, stitched skin that covered the majority of her back.

Wincing as she lie face down on the cot, Alcina sighed and closed her eyes.

"I'm seeing improvement, Lady Dimitrescu. This is good. I think you'll need to stick with the increased blood intake for a while, at least a couple more days to continue the healing. I may even be able to remove some of these stitches by tomorrow."

The coolness of the betadine didn't hurt as much thankfully, and Alcina couldn't help but wonder how bad it truly was.

"What... what does it look like?" she asked, feeling a little sheepish.

"I can show you, if you like."

Alcina nodded at her offer and Sable took out her cell phone. Not 5 second later the screen was in front of her face with the picture that she now wished she hadn't asked for.

She may as well tell people she'd gotten in a tangle with a bear; the stapled and stitched gashes were thick enough. The coloring ranged from the deepest purple to bright red, blue, and some yellow-green where the blood had spread out under her skin.

"Sable?" she said very gently, "if I ever ask you something like this again, remind me about right now."

She'd already placed her phone back in her pocket and smiled.

"I don't think there will be a next time, we'll be on top of this in no time, but I'll keep that in mind. You should have seen them the night it happened... you looked 1000 times worse."

Sitting most gingerly and uncomfortable on the ragged couch in the warehouse common room, Alcina stared out into nothingness as her thoughts had been set loose off its chains.

Donna couldn't reach Mother Miranda.

She'd been trying for 2 days and nights now and nothing.

Miranda had several residences all over the world and each phone call ended in silence. A message left. And no reply.

Donna wanted to send a team to her manor in Connecticut not too far from where they were stationed currently, but Alcina halted the action by the feral reaction in her gut. No. They would wait. Miranda was known to travel frequently, though her silence on her departure was less than common, it did not make it entirely unusual.

Alcina heeded Donna's worry of the mutants getting to her first, but it was highly unlikely. If they had made an attack on Mother Miranda the entire city would have been made aware and the military would have been deployed faster than they could blink. No, there must be another reason to her unknown silence. She couldn't really say if she was relieved or not by this news, but for now it would just have to wait.

Perhaps deep down, hidden and hushed, Alcina secretly hoped Donna's fears were true... so many troubles would be over if it came to pass that she had been slain. She knew it was a far-fetched prayer, but she wouldn't write off her hopes.

Donna was unconvinced Alcina should be held up in the warehouse and should come home. It may be better fortified than the lycan outpost, but with her condition she was adamant she come back to the underground city for further treatment by their doctors and where there was a larger blood supply. Alcina denied the request. In truth, she was exhausted. She didn't think she could make the journey without burdening her company for help. Just because she was weak didn't mean she should show it. She was the Matriarch; the title came with standards she had to meet at any length possible... being weak was not an option, not in the middle of something like this.

With a heavy sigh she closed her eyes and hung her head. What she wouldn't give to be safe and sound in your arms, tucked into your couch, enjoying the shared comfortable silence and calm.

A small smile began to spread on her lips and Alcina took a different kind of sigh.

She missed you.

Badly.

She hoped you were doing well, that work hadn't driven you crazy, that you were resting and taking care of yourself while she was away. That you were safe.

A muffled commotion coming from the tunnel entrance brought her attention back to the here and now and she rose from the couch. After several hitches, winces, whines, and curses under her breath, Alcina was standing tall by the time her troops entered.

"My Lady," Dmitri's voice echoed proudly against the empty warehouse walls upon seeing her.

Dmitri Vladislav Shurshalin was a large, towering man. His shoulder length silver hair complimented his chiseled bold features with a softness, even as striking as it was. His eyes were a deep dark chestnut, which made his appeal all the more unnerving. Alcina and he had met on the battlefield in the beginning; he was the leader of the Iron Blood Clan that had migrated from Europe long before her time. He had been in league with Mother Miranda but he had never pledged his full services to her. When he and Alcina's troops had fought together, their cohesion and battle tactics seemed to flow like meeting rivers. And when Alcina had been named Matriarch, Dmitri was the first to pledge his whole allegiance and alliance to her. Appointing him her military general was enacted immediately. They lead the vampires to victory on every mission; including the alliances made with the lycans at the end of the wars.

He approached her with the same sturdy reverence as he always had, handing her a bag she recognized as her own.

"This, is from your daughters. It does not match my outfit but they were insistent I bring it myself," he grinned, speaking low with the lilt of his Russian accent, "and in the large containers you see coming in behind me, is our blood supply... I realize the lycans taste and ours varies quite drastically... Donna informs me you will be needing it."

Alcina ignored the respectful once-over of his glances. He stood at her height which was an unusual event of itself, but made it easier for her to gauge all his facial responses.

She sighed softly and looked at him with a nod, "ever the attentive right hand - she does her job well, for that I am grateful. Come, we must speak, privately."

"As you wish, My Lady," he nodded shortly at his men who were busy setting aside the large quantities of cargo, and followed the slower moving Matriarch to the second level of the warehouse.

Once to the table at the far East corner, he pulled the folding chair out for Alcina allowing her to sit first, then taking residence across from her.

"Donna has briefed you, yes?"

"Yes."

"I am wary as hell about this cave. The lycans are reckless about it but do not let them enter that godforsaken thing without proper backup. Sylvia seems level-headed but I have no idea how Heisenberg will continue to behave. You have always held a high rapport with them and I hope it holds through this high-stakes situation. The lycans are... gnashing, for lack of a better word, for revenge on these mutated vampires."

"Still no solid numbers as to how many?"

"No," she huffed, "that is my other concern... they are..." flashes of memories of her attack sped through her, "without a doubt the most deadly force I have come across. I've seen what they can do, I've experienced what they can do, and... " she leaned in carefully, "I fear our own strengths in this fight."

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #alcina dimitrescu/reader #lesbian #f/f #fanfic #wlw #fic #karl heisenberg #donna beneviento

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papasmicstand · 5 months

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Will you spill the wine?

TW: piss

This fic has piss, dont like don't read!

An embarrassing accident for Papa Emeritus III somehow devolves into in a smutty game.

2k words. I heard some people like this kink, and I do too.

You sighed, just one of those average ministry days. Sister Imperator had asked you to assist with cleanup after Mass, because the Sibling that normally helped out was sick with the flu. You had nothing better to do, and sucking up a little bit to Imperator might pay out in the long run so here you were.

Daydreams had plagued you all morning as you did your normal chores, cleaning the kitchens and mopping the hallway. You thought about how long it had been since the last time you’d had any type of sex. Too long. You hummed to yourself as you fantasized about getting fucked on one of the long counters in the kitchen, flour appearing from nowhere only to dust fingerprints wherever you and your lover touched. Or maybe you would be lucky and some ghoul would walk by where you were cleaning and pull you into an alcove to blow your back out. Satan’s taint, I’m horny today.

Now, seated in the second pew of the Chapel, you waited as the service passed uneventfully. Papa Emeritus the III was leading the prayers and he was always captivating. He did seem to be rushing the sermon more than usual, a tightness in the lines of his face that wasn't normally there, but his words on the importance of free will were well thought out and he held everyone’s attention. After unholy communion and a final song, the congregants began to file out and head to dinner.

Papa had run off quickly after the last blessing. You took your time, stretching as you made your way to the altar to extinguish the candles and collect the materials that needed to be put away. You hauled up some large tomes and a thurible and headed to the sacristy. As you were putting them away you heard a muffled “fuck, fuck, fuck,” from the adjoining bathroom.

You knocked on the door. “Are you alright in there?” you asked sheepishly.

The ancient-looking door creaked open. Terzo had already shed his mitre and outer robes, and was in black dress pants and a matching shirt. He was sweating and fidgeting, bouncing from one leg to the other. “My zipper is stuck, Sorella,” he confessed. “And these pants are too tight to slide down.”

You could tell that he must really have to pee by how openly he was wiggling around. You had noticed that he seemed a bit off during Mass, but he was in much more control in front of the Siblings than he was here. “Can I try it?” you asked, concern etched on your face as you took him in. You were already moving closer and dropping to one knee.

He nodded and swallowed thickly. He’d had women (and men) on their knees in here, but never for this reason.

With a firm grasp you attempted to free him from the restrictive garment. The zipper didn’t budge. Looking more closely, you could see that some of the fabric was trapped in the teeth. Your small hands began trying to readjust the material to see if you could make any progress.

His left hand flew down and rubbed at his dick near where you were working on the zipper. His predicament had been nearly seven hours in the making. All because Primo had taken up growing grapes and making wine. The latest batch of which had finally reached maturity. The brothers had met for lunch and indulged in a few glasses before going straight into meetings. On a normal day he would have had time to relieve himself before Mass, but today a rather horny ghoul (Omega, of course it was Omega) stopped him on the way to the chapel and pulled him onto his lap for some kissing and heavy petting. The ghouls were near their heat cycle and he didn’t like to deny them if they needed anything. Terzo was in tune with Omega, he had the big guy wrecked after only a few minutes of frenching and well placed gropes and squeezes. As the church bells tolled, his lips moved to Omega’s neck as he grinded his ass over the demonic one’s erection. Even through their clothes the contact was electric and Omega came with a growl. He had roughly freed Terzo’s dick, eager to repay the favor, but there was no time. Papa rose and haphazardly tucked in his shirt and zipped himself back into his clothes. A fatal mistake he now realized in hindsight. He had given his guitarist a firm swat on the ass and made his way to the chapel.

His attention was back to the present as he realized there was a quarter-sized wet spot where he must have leaked. He groaned and pinched the head of his cock. “Is it moving at all?”

You pretended not to notice the wetness near your hands and kept working. You had gotten it to move down a couple notches, but not enough. “It’s starting to budge. I just need a little more time.”

Papa’s face showed more concern than you’d ever seen. His toes were tapping now and his thighs squeezed together. A sob was fighting to escape his throat but he swallowed it down.

Your fingers moved as quickly as they could. You rocked the zipper in the tiny space that it would move, trying to gain more ground. It crept down another fraction of a centimeter. “We’re starting to get there, I promise,” you said.

Just then, Papa’s control slipped and you heard a loud hiss as a long spurt of pee streaked down the leg of his trousers. He cut it off quickly, still pinching at himself through the wet material of his pants, but tears now stained his cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he choked.

You patted his thigh, the dry one, as you continued your work. “It’s not your fault,” you said quietly. A few more seconds and you were sure you could have him free.

His breathing was fast and his face paint was smudged from tears and sweat. The skin you could see was flushed in embarrassment. “You can go, it’s too late,” he said with a groan as he turned toward the toilet and covered his face in his hands. “I can’t stop it this time.” In an instant the hissing sound was back and wetness soaked the fabric of his crotch, warm against your hands and fully down his left leg. You had not left and gave a final forceful tug to the zipper which mercifully slid this time, albeit too late to save Papa’s dignity.

Terzo was lost in his shame, and kept his hands over his face. You pulled his slippery member out and aimed it to the bowl. His stream was forceful and you could feel the strength of it passing through the soft vessel that rested heavily in your palm. You were at eye level with it and couldn’t help but notice that it was a nice penis, even flaccid, pink and smooth. Though it was beginning to fill out in response to your touch. Moans poured out of Terzo as the tension slowly left his body. He was becoming more still, relief flooding his senses.

Speaking of floods, the torrent kept going. It was minutes before Papa’s stream faltered, and even as you were about to release him it came to life again. How much could such a small man hold? Just as he couldn’t hide his accident, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was getting turned on despite how humiliated he was. He wiped at his face and moved to take over, his shaky hand meeting yours where you continued aiming for him. “Thank you, Sorella,” he whispered. You rose to your feet, removing your hand. “But, em, I would be thankful if you didn’t mention this to anyone,” he whispered. He had finished and flushed, removing his shoes and wet clothes. His hard cock glistening as he found a towel to dry off.

“I won’t tell anyone,” you said honestly. You could tell he was sad, but you had an idea of how to make him feel better. That and your endless horniness gave you a boost of confidence for your next words. “But, I, I could help you clean up?”

“It’s mostly just the pants-” he froze as you took the towel from him and wet it with warm water from the sink.

Your eyes asked for permission and he nodded slightly, as you brought the towel to his ankle, and slowly glided it up his leg. He sharply took in a breath as you made your way to his thigh and the space between his legs. You kept your eyes on your work, cleansing the skin. You lightly ran the cloth over the curve of his balls and traced a path from the base of his need to the tip. Pre gathered now at the glans and you took notice.

His eyes went wide as you dropped the towel and stroked him lazily. “You’re wet again? Can’t you keep it dry for a few minutes?” you teased, rubbing the wetness over his shaft.

His brain was struggling to shift from shame to intimacy, but his dick was ready to go. He shook his head no. “I can’t seem to,” he said, his voice low.

“Maybe if I lick it off?” you shrugged. You led Papa back into the sacristy to a chair and set him down. He was still naked and you were fully clothed. You settled between his legs and began delivering kitten licks to the head of his dick.

Terzo made a whine as he gripped the chair tightly fighting the urge to grab your head and fuck your face roughly.

You were having fun with it, playing a while before transitioning to longer licks up his length, purposefully tormenting him and not giving him any more. You paused to admire him. More pre drooled from his tip. He couldn’t help it, he was super turned on by whatever this was.

“Hmm… that didn’t work. I’ll have to squeeze it. Make sure there’s nothing left inside,” you used your hands to massage the root of the problem. He groaned and bucked under your control.

Terzo’s makeup was a gray mess at this point as he wiped his face and ran his fingers through his hair. He was painfully hard, and he prayed you would have mercy on him. But your lithe fingers were edging him brutally. He tried to touch you and you swatted his hand away. “We’re working on your problem now,” you tutted. Whenever he tried to find friction, you repositioned your hands so that it wasn’t enough. “Sorella, please…” his hips humping into nothing.

“Yes, I see,” you continued your game. “If only I could squeeze it tighter,” you pretended to think, “really wring out every bit of liquid.” You had a devious look on your face. “Ah, I know.”

Terzo’s face was white with the fear of anticipation. You climbed into his lap and he grabbed on to your hips, a smile forming on his face. “Yes, this will work,” he agreed.

You lowered onto him and clenched around his dick. Holy hell, he feels so good. Your uninterested exterior almost slipped, but you were having too much fun to stop now. You held him as tightly as possible as you raised yourself slowly back up then paused for a beat. Again you lowered all the way down, and so slowly formed a vice grip around him as you pulled back up.

“F-faster, please,” he stuttered, eyes rolling back. So close if only you would stop teasing him.

“I don’t know,” you stopped altogether, just casually impaled on him. “I don’t think it’s working, feels even wetter,” you rocked back and forth and your bodies made a squelching noise where you were joined. You pretended that you were unaffected and not the cause of the slick mess between you.

“No, no,” he pulled you close to him. “That’s b-because it’s working. There’s just a little more deep in there,” he begged. You rose and pulled yourself from him, feigning that you had given up. He was grabbing at your wrists in desperation. “Don’t leave.”

You sighed. “OK, you said it’s deep. I’ll have to suck it out.” You retook your position on your knees, barely biting back your amusement. You hollowed your cheeks this time.

“Oh!! Merda,” he said, tangling his hands in your hair. He was crying again so you had mercy and began giving him proper head, bobbing up and down with enthusiasm.

Your hand moved to cradle his balls and they were already drawing up. You grinned around his cock, power drunk.

“I’m g-going to-” cum or explode, or die of a heart attack, he wasn’t sure which. His words morphed into a guttural sound and he was cumming harder than he had in ages. You choked on the forced of it, cum went up your nose as you coughed and he was still shooting ropes on your face, clothes, and hair.

You worked him through it with your hand and he folded over on himself. The two of you caught your breath and then you stripped down to find other clothes.

“You nearly killed me, Sorella,” he gasped when he came around.

“But you feel better, don’t you?” you asked, not waiting for a reply. “Do you have any clothes back here that we can wear? Your dick ruined both our outfits,” you mused.

He reddened, he did feel better. “There are only robes back here.”

“Well I guess I’m a priest today,” you shrugged, dressing in the Papal robes. “Should I wear the mitre?"

He paused, eyes dragging over your form. “Up to you, but if you do that I might need your services again.” His cock twitched at thought.

You swallowed, straightening the headpiece and shooting him a wink.

#tw: piss #papa emeritus iii x reader #fanfic smut #the band ghost

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angi-writes-filth · 1 year

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Bites | Dimitrescu vs Heisenberg HCs

Inspired by this post, by the user greasy-metal-daddy. Which I won’t tag because I don’t wanna be annoying lmao lmao *cries in social anxiety*

A very random set of headcanons, but follow me on this.

So, I mean, maybe not everyone thinks the same, but I totally see Karl as a dude who enjoys filling his darling with traces of himself; to mark his territory, if you will. Be it by sharing clothes, constantly having a hand or an arm on you, kissing you at random times just to have the constant warmth of his lips on yours. And then there are hickeys, and bites.

And we all know that, of course, Alcina bites. She is a vampire, after all. But given Karl is closely associated with werewolves, it’s not really that out there to suggest he loves sinking his canines on his darling when they feel like it. Maybe, and most likely, during... spicier times.

So it made me think...

Alcina would bite with pin-point accuracy. Her fangs puncture only in the juiciest places, avoiding, or touching, the veins as she so pleases, almost with surgical precision. It’s scary to think that the woman knows every single place in your body she could sink her fangs into and make you bleed out, but instead uses this knowledge when bonding with her darling.

Karl’s bites are reserved only for the most intimate moments, as the man doesn’t particularly enjoy drinking blood as a pastime. Thus, there’s no pattern, no order, no rules, no nothing. If the man wants to bite, he’ll bite anywhere that’s accessible at the moment. Your shoulders? Bet. Your neck? Bet. Your chest? Bet. Your thighs? Bet. The man’ll sink his canines on ya skin everywhere with zero hesitation.

Alcina, being the refined, proper lady she is, revels in the discreet. Only those whose eyes linger on you can spot the holes on your skin left by the mistress. And if the wounds peek through your clothing, it’s the very, very edges alone; as if the memories of steamy times with the Lady teased you, by being there in secret, sometimes dancing under the layers of your clothing, and leave you wondering how many people noticed.

Karl is absolutely shameless in this regard. The more obvious, the better! Normally leaves many marks littered across the places he knows others can see; he gets kinda pissy if you try to hide them. And if he can sneak a few kisses on them, to remind you and his siblings of the bites’ existence constantly, he’d have the time of his life. If he’s feeling specially possessive, sometimes he may even leave a hickey or two during meetings, just to piss Alcina off when she notices.

In terms of how do they look, Alcina’s bites are as delicate-looking as everything else she does. Normally, as mentioned before, they’re two holes that look much more shallow than they actually are (she bites really deep, keep that in mind); if anything, your skin’s redder along the edges of the two dots. Not to mention, she’s not messy, and doesn’t turn you into a bloody mess as she drinks from you. Unless she’s pissed for some reason, that is, and the two punctures look bruised and painful just to look at, so let’s not even talk about how they feel, in the moment or afterward. Alcina appreciates keeping your skin looking smooth, so even when the bites cure, she makes sure they leave a scar that is as unnoticeable as possible. There are going to be three new ones in its place anyway...

Karl’s are... nowhere near as delicate. Depending on how rough you like him to be, they can range from relatively noticeable marks on your skin, to full-on, blueish/blackish bruises in the shape of sharp canines and human teeth. Like you’d been attacked by a Lycan not-yet-fully-mutated lmao. If you guys are kinky enough, the man can go absolutely feral and even draw a bit of blood (even if you reassure him that you enjoy it, he’s going to be worried as fuck once you two are done and ngl, he’ll feel like shit a little bit for hurting you like that. But at the same time, if you like it, he’s proud of it??? My man get your emotions together).

Alcina thinks it’s disgusting to see you walk around with Heisenberg’s bites all over your skin, making little to no effort to cover them. It’s indecent and uncouth, just like the man who gave them to you. And if, in the past, Lady Dimitrescu and Lord Heisenberg fought for your ownership, and that child got to keep his filthy hands on you, she’ll be angry beyond belief when she sees you. Covered in hickeys and messy, obscene bitemarks, carrying his scent all over you. It gets in her face when you walk. She’s pissed.

Karl, if we’re honest, probably doesn’t pay much attention to ya if you’re Alcina’s plaything. He pretends he does, just to take a piss at the super sized bitch, but in reality doesn’t give a fuck about you once you’re in her hands. If anything, he’s curious why she’s kept you alive this long, and so may eye you up and down sometimes, trying to figure out your secrets. That’s when he notices the bitemarks. Unless provoked, he won’t say a thing, tho. And it would probably be some dirty comment about what kinda magic you got in that body of yours to make Lady Dimitrescu so eager to mark you as hers asfadsa-- Which makes Alcina want to castrate him right then and there.

And that’s it, that’s what my brain has conjured for you guys lolololol. It’s a very weird and niche topic, I know, but I couldn’t stop thinking about this once the question formed in my brain and you guys had to deal with the consequences. 😔 I’m sorry.

#resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil headcanons #resident evil 8 headcanons #resident evil village headcanons #re8 headcanons #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #angi thinks filth

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YOURS, CLASS PREZ !! // Jay’s younger sibling, OFF LIMITS

You sat on one of the benches in the park near your school, where you and Sunoo first got to know each other better. Jungwon’s words made you really pissed off, mostly because surprisingly, he was right.

You are searching for attention—not in the bad way of course. You want to be heard and you want people to respect you. Whenever you ace an exam you want to hear them being proud of you. That’s the main reason for you being the top student of course. You want to stand people’s expectations and to hear praises. You want your family to give you their full love and support—who doesn’t?

This kind of attention that you’re searching for is not that bad—so why did Jungwon’s words made you so pissed off? Because he added your own brother as an example for a family member that doesn’t even care about you as much, and it hurt you more than you could imagine.

“Boo” You jumped in your place and heard giggles. “Found you” You looked over your side and you saw a smiling Sunoo sitting next to you. “How?“ You confusedly asked.

“Are you kidding me? It’s like the nearest park to the school and it’s not like you can run away from school for the whole day,” He chuckled, “i figured you’d be here for relaxation and then come back for the next classes”

“Ah okay” You nodded and looked down. “So? Care explaining what happened?” He tried to make eye contact with you but you avoided. “Nothing new, Jungwon was just pissing me off” You shrugged.

“Hikaru and Ningning said it has something to do with me” He raised his eyebrow. “Don’t put too much thought about it, he just said he feels like im friends with you to take a revenge at him,” You sighed, “You should really talk it out with him, i think he really cares about you and loves u” You added, suddenly feeling guilty a bit for “taking” Jungwon’s friend.

“He doesn’t have lots of friends so I bet he got scared that he might lose you too” You softly smiled and Sunoo nodded. “Still doesn’t give him the right to hurt you, i’ll talk about it as well with him” He gave you an assuring smile and put his hand on your shoulders.

Truth is, Sunoo has been crushing on you for a while, ever since Jay introduced you to his group of friends as ‘Jay’s younger sibling, OFF LIMITS’ Sunoo kept wanting to see you more and more, as time flew by, Jay became less more protective about you and Sunoo finally made the step to talk with you and get closer to you. He wants nothing but to see you happy, even if it means sacrificing one of his friends. He knew getting closer to you would cause problems because Jungwon wasn’t a fond of you and you weren’t a fond of him as well, but Sunoo was ready to take that risk.

“Look at you being all protective and mature” You teased. “Hush, just rest for a bit until you won’t feel anger anymore” He rest your head on his shoulder and rested his head on yours. It felt nice, for once you felt that someone truly cares about you.

“Ah! I can’t!” You lift your head, causing Sunoo’s head to fall. “Sorry,” You giggled, “I forgot I have a meeting with my teacher!! I have to run!” You started running towards your school, leaving a blushing and smiling Sunoo behind.

“Jungwon you asshole how can you despise someone like her” He shook his head and sighed.

NOTES: hi there beautiful people! im extremely sorry for not updating yesterday! today’s ep is just soft yk i wanted to give u a break from the anger before u get other anger<33

TAGLIST (is open!): @enhacolor @luvryuj1n @deafeningballoonnacho @lovienikitty @notrosemary @fairycheol @harperwasstaken1 @icywhatim @lil-iva @love-4-keum @anotherimaginesaccount @i4cho @nakolvr @tlnyjoong @hiqhkey @theboyzrightherex @pr0dbeomgyu @randomness7198 @shyugahh @wonamore @jayeonnature @rrvvby @butterflyy-ningg

SYNOPSIS: In which the school’s top students, also known as the biggest class presidents of their own class and rivals, has to work on a huge project for their school and compete in a national competition……all together?!?

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hello it is the tangled fan back for more! I was thinking about how underrated cass and eugene's friendship is.

I think they understand each other more than they like to admit which is why they tend to butt heads. they both need to prove themselves at the castle and are very sure of themselves. I think eugene is annoying on purpose but he doesn't realize how much it actually hurts cass that he rose in importance so much compared to her stuck where she is. and cass doesn't understand how eugene has been living on the streets and this is really important for him. so they have to learn from each other, have to understand where the other person is coming from. and when things get dangerous, they do respect each other's strength and quick thinking and can work together.

I think part of why cass doesn't like eugene is because she was planning on catching flynn rider to prove to her dad that she's strong enough to fight. who better to catch than the man her dad hates the most, right? then his crimes get absolved and he's just hanging out in the castle and she resents him for taking her chance to prove herself. he got what she has been looking for her whole life. lots of potential character development with learning to let go of the past.

when cass betrays them there should've been some focus on how eugene is hurt because cass throws their progress back in his face. he wants to trust her but he just can't, he didn't grow up trusting people easily. he has to make an effort to forgive her, especially after seeing rapunzel so distraught and being mad on her behalf.

I think they shouldn't be 100% buddy-buddy like there should still be some rivalry and old grudges but hey that's life! also they're both dating rapunzel so they have to deal with each other or else the polycule falls apart

(sorry for the mini character study I just had to share this with someone who understands)

!!! ALL OF THIS!!!!! cass & eugene have such a fun dynamic since theyre both similar in personality but like exact opposite in everything else

like at first it makes soooo much sense that cass hates eugene bc not only is he annoying and will never go away. he also is there and sort of in charge of her (well. not necessarily "in charge" but hes the princess's boyfriend so he ends up getting some clout) just because he stumbled on what the entire kingdom had been looking for for 18 years, meanwhile she had been trying her whole life just to be taken seriously so obviously shes gonna be pissed off when he can come in and just do whatever he wants. not to mention he joined the guard just because he had nothing else to do even though cass had been trying to for years !!! and i looooooove your idea about her plan to catch flynn rider bc YES she would want that !!!!!!!!! she wants to do something to make her dad pay attention to her so catching the criminal is the best way to go. but then said criminal gets all his crimes pardoned and is also making her life a living hell just by existing. she should get to kill him

for eugene... i think he has less of a reason to dislike her other than that she was probably mean to him first and it just kinda kept spiraling (so funny. this is ideal) but also to him i feel like cass kinda represented everyone else in the kingdom in a way? like just because he brought rapunzel home hes not just suddenly Everyones Favorite Person so cass constantly being like "kys and leave my house" is sort of. voicing what everyone else is thinking.

and THEN theres the fact that their relationship goes from "bickering because they hate each other -> bickering like siblings -> uh oh now shes trying to kill them!" i just. ough. they liked each other and they were FRIENDS!! so it had to have been hard for him to see. all that. i dont think cass really thought about him at all bc she was focused on rapunzel BUT for eugene.... like you said he doesnt trust easily! so putting his trust in someone and having it broken HURTS. however. i honestly think that he would forgive her pretty easily afterwards. he loves giving people second chances given everything that happened to him so he would not have a problem forgiving her

actually side tangent there. sometimes i see people saying that its out of character for eugene to forgive cass in the finale but um. no. look at every single person hes friends with. i dont think hes drawing the line at cass's mommy issues. "but she tried to kill rapunzel!" ok?? so did varian but he and eugene still made an amber bazooka together after it happened. after she died saving the world i think he'd be fine with her

anyways all that to say. i agree! i love their friendship! i love them butting heads over the stupidest shit ever and i love both of them going out of their way to insult each other. sometimes i think about cass calling him "fitzherbjerk" and eugene seeing a dead snake fall out of the sky and going "friend of yours?" and. yeah. i just love them :')

#can i be honest.#it is so hard for me to read their early dynamic as anything but 'cass has a repressed crush on raps so she hates her bf'#eugene is rapunzel's jakey #wow... cass and rapunzel are just like laura and beth from odd girl out-- *gunshots*#tangled

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turtlesocksv2 · 9 months

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Kinnporsche Rewatch Episode 4 Thoughts

Pete an Porsche are doing some INTENSE cuddling there, full on wrapped around each other like boa constrictors. Just Bestie Things, getting plastered and then snuggling with your homie and kissing him in your sleep. (Pete’s hungover Judgey Face when Porsche says that he thinks he kissed someone last night was so funny. Judgey Pete is the best)

Kinn is having a fucking Crisis about kissing Porsche. he doesn’t kiss people! He doesn’t like people! he fucks rentboys for a reason! and Porsche has no clue that Kinn is spiraling.

Vegas begins operation Steal Kinn’s Girl with as much charm as he can put into it and the time honored tradition of Ragging On Your Younger Brother. Porsche, being a fellow older sibling, is weak to it.

Kinn is soooo jealous. but Kinn, if you don’t want Vegas to steal Porsche you’re going to have to use your words to explain that Vegas is psychosexually obsessed with you and taking the things/people that are yours!

Pol and Arm are so fucking excited to go to the spa and onsen in the fucking fancy hotel they fucking live in for the first time. what kind of clown show is Korn running, here. Let your bodyguards use the spa! maybe then you won’t get moles!

ah, the homoerotic sauna scene. Porsche is so fucking dumb. “You like Mianmian!”-ass “playboy bartender me have a girlfriend? nonsense! when are you getting a girlfriend”

Vegas intimidating Pete with a smile in order to crash the bodyguard lunch is so funny. Honey, you’ve got a big storm coming.

the panic as Vegas attempts to offer Porsche a job - and a way out from under Kinn’s thumb. the tension. Porsche is clueless, Kinn is pissed, Arm and Pol are scared shitless and Vegas is smug because he knows he hit Kinn’s nerves.

Tankhun is NOT scared of Vegas at all. hits him with a serving tray upside the head, gets right up in his face and tells him to GTFO. now THAT is the former Theerapanyakul Mafia Main Family Heir.

“Kissing is for people that we like ONLY!” ok so first of all this conversation is hilarious because are you telling me that Porsche never once kissed any of the girls he was hooking up with behind Yok’s bar? Press X To Doubt. Secondly, Pete says that and smash cut approximately 7 episodes and Pete both makes out with and has freaky nasty sex with the man who kidnapped and tortured him. King Behavior.

aaaaand the start of the KimChay stoyline which i fankly find incredibly boring. but i do enjoy that Chay is out there trying his hardest to live his Wattpad Dreams.

somehow i had forgotten the “are you going to take your shirt off or make me take it off for you?” god Kinn is down BAD. Kinn is also a shit liar ‘Tankhun is mad you ate with Vegas he gave you back to me’ like, uh...ALL of Tankhun’s guards were eating there? I don’t see Arm and Pol getting transferred. ‘All our people are the same’ my ass.

i love that Kim has a murderboard. his investigation goes nowhere and means nothing, but i guess it’s good for him to have a hobby.

Vegas’s white suit is a Look.

Porsche you are a bartender! you KNOW better than to take drinks you didn’t see poured! Ah, but i guess that’s the arrogance of young dudes who can fight.

having Thoughts about Vegas’s obsession with Kinn, but not anything coherent. just kinda rotating it in my mind for now like i’m watching a washing machine tumble clothes.

Kinn orders ‘you all’ out of the room, and Big and Ken leave but Arm and Pete are allowed to stay a little longer and offer to take care of Porsche themselves. HMMM MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE LET THEM, KINN.

up to now, we haven’t really seen Unhinged Vegas, just the charm offensive that he’s put out. but naked, bathed in red light, smoking, ominous music is background, chandelier out of focus looks like a demonic summoning circle THIS is crazy evil vegas and it is Effective. you know immediately, if you thought before that this man was just a dick who wants to pick on his cousin, that NO. This man is DANGEROUS.

#kinnporsche #kprewatch2023

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rebouks · 1 year

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👪😨🌋for my Son Ivan ❤️🫶🏼

Ivan must have like.. a billion parents by now 🤭

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

Ugh.. he was an only child and pretty much only had his dad throughout his life; there was a point he had his grandfather (his dad's dad) but he was even more crotchety than his dad 😭 Ivan loved his Pa but their relationship was difficult, he felt more like it was his duty to love him tbh

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

Usually fight.. and you better hope there ain't a crowbar hanging around 😬😅

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

Oof.. I think we all know by now that Ivan has a terrible temper lmao, though it's better than it was! It's a mix of both tbf, if he's in a mood (for who knows what reason this time) he could fly off the handle at nothing; but equally, something could quietly piss him off more and more until he snaps n' smacks the nearest wall etc etc.. Ivan pls ⚆_⚆

#ranswers #oc ask game #extra #ivan #<33333 #our collective baby #🤭

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RP:

PRIVATE TRANSMISSION

FTL: Echoes of a Paradox. I believe that we need to talk.

EP: Oh so you finally decided to stop being a coward, huh? Alright, what d'you have to say to me?

FTL: ...I do not actually know. I am aware that I owe you an apology, just as I am aware that I do wish to present that apology to you. The sole issue is that I am unaware of what I feel the need to apologise for for, as well as what the apology you want from me is, though they are the same thing.

EP: Of course. I'm really not surprised, I expected this.

EP: You're so... Unaware.

EP: You don't care, you avert your eyes from everything around you - not for the sake of guilt, shame, or wish to not see, but for a lack of care. Your ignorance is not wilful but is simply apathy.

EP: As much as I envy you for that apathy, I pity you as well. You're stuck denying yourself the fact that you even have emotions, as you relish in the ability to ignore it all. But I'm stuck too, aren't I? Stuck with endless rage and anger, at our creators, at you, at myself. At least I know how to cope with it, release it, instead of bottling it all up. At least I allow myself to feel the anger properly, at least I don't turn a blind eye to the wrong of both the world and myself.

EP: That's the difference, isn't it? You don't care, and I care too much.

EP: You piss me off, Finely-Tuned Line. You don't even know how much harm you've done. How much you've hurt me, Songs of the Negative Sunlight, even Doubt's Dichotomy.

EP: You just stay cooped up in your single-minded focus on your purpose, justifying the existence you know is pointless, all the while denying that what you pursue is little more than the fact that your purpose is something you enjoy. And even when you do acknowledge it, it's always backed up by your saying that you're 'allowed' to enjoy your experiments simply because it's what you were made for.

EP: I know you. You're so... It's so easy to pick you apart.

EP: But even as you piss me off, I pity you.

EP: You're so desperate. Striving for shadows of perfection cast upon you by our dead creators. Or, as Songs of the Negative Sunlight would humourlessly compare, like the light of the long-departed stars.

EP: I hate you. I hate you so much. You're the reason why our sibling is dead, you're the reason why Doubt's Dichotomy barely even talks to me at this point. You're the reason it took me so long to be as okay as I am now. And you don't even know what you did wrong.

EP: I'll tell you what you did wrong, I'll tell you what you need to apologise for.

EP: But it all comes down to your pitiful reach for your purpose.

EP: Your sheer conviction when it comes to that is the root of it all.

EP: Cycle by cycle, thoughtless mentions of your pitiful beliefs in the shadows of perfection.

EP: Cycle by cycle, offhanded mentions of your deplorable beliefs that you're nothing without your purpose.

EP: Cycle by cycle, careless mentions of your dismal beliefs that you're nothing but a machine.

EP: Do you not realise that those very mentions cast a shadow of their own? A perceived projection of those beliefs onto others, onto us?

EP: If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have found such despair in my lack of a secondary purpose, I wouldn't have thrown all my energy into the Great Problem like I did, I wouldn't have felt so inferiour due to my absence of care about it.

EP: If it weren't for you, Doubt's Dichotomy wouldn't have drifted apart from us out of sols own will, she wouldn't have defined herself the way she did, it wouldn't have to justify its love for what it does while hiding all the same.

EP: If it weren't for you, Songs of the Negative Sunlight wouldn't have chained ximself to xir purpose even as xi found no joy in it, xi wouldn't have made such rash decisions, xi wouldn't- ...If it weren't for you, xi wouldn't be dead.

EP: And even after all this, I do pity you. Stuck in your way of thinking, unable to break out of it and strive to be better. I pity you for your inability to see beyond what the Ancients defined you as. I pity you so, so much, even within my anger.

EP: I will recognise the fact that you've gotten better. I do pick up on your transmissions from time to time - those offhanded mentions are gone in all but what I can only describe as self-loathing.

EP: Within all the sheer pity and anger that I have for you, I care about you. You're my older brother. I worry about you.

EP: But this remains as your last chance. No matter how much I care about you, I have self-preservation instincts, I am able to recognise when enough's enough.

EP: If you mess up again, I will be taking over as the Senior of the group, and cutting contact with you.

EP: I hope you figure yourself out and get some help.

EP: None of us are okay here in the end, but that's no justification.

EP: Love you.

FTL: I...

FTL: I'm sorry.

EP: I know.

EP: If you do decide to do better, I'm here for you. But only then.

FTL: ...Thank you. For everything.

#hey uh pls dont hate ftl too much #yes he did wrong - holy SHIT did he do wrong - but hes hurting too #this is a situation of 'everyone is fucked and no one is okay so everyone just gets even worse'#eps anger is justified as fuck #ftl wasnt justified in his actions #but hes fucked up too #which. as i said; doesnt excuse him. thats not how this works #but he deserves SOME lenience #esp since ve is better now and is remorseful abt it #no matter how much ve apologises and regrets ver actions; that is isnt going to fix anything #but uhh leniency is deserved??#im sorry im rly not good at moral conundrums #i hope that made sense #tldr: ftl done fucked up and thats not okay but the fact that he recognises his wrongdoings is worth SOMETHING #yk?#anygays!! onto the fun trivia part of the tags #GODS I LOVE EP THEYRE SO WONDERFUL #they type kinda weird sometimes because theyre a poet!!#once the rhythm of repetition is there its hard to get out of it #AGHHHH THERES SO MUCH I CAN SAY ABT THIS POST...#S O M U C H #but man i love echoes of a paradox #i have so fucking much to say but i dont have the space to ramble nor the words to explain #smh #all i can rly say is that I AM IN PAIN AND I LOVE THESE TWO IDIOTS #AND THAT FUCKING FINALLY SOMEONE (other than lifegiver lol) IS KNOCKING SOME SENSE INTO FTL #if you rly want to hear All My Thoughts - PLS dm me ill happily ramble abt this!!#rp #finely-tuned line #echoes of a paradox

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First of all, I'm sorry your Monday sucked and that this ask took you off guard. This wasn’t my intention and it still isn’t. I’m a little surprised you’re this offended by my asks, it was a genuine question, and imo this doesn't justify all your assumptions about me and be this disrespectful with my take on things.

I was just wondering and I still see things differently, and I really hope you allow me to explain to you why I don’t think Penelope should be let off the hook so easily.

Let me introduce myself: I’m a woman in my thirties, I have a sister who’s my best friend and I would jump into fire for her, no questions asked. My brother is very protective of the both of us and I feel so blessed with my family.

As a sibling, I want what's best for my brother and sister, even if that means I do not like their spouse. And I'm sure in the end even the Bridgertons will come to terms with it.

But the easy ignorance that you’re suggesting, I think that’s not realistic.

For argument's sake: (and i have so much opinions on this too but okay, you chose to answer as a sibling and i will do the same:-))

Anthony made his point by telling Colin he didn’t approve of the marriage, and Colin still wanted to proceed. (At this point we’re making assumptions, but you shared yours so i will give you mine if that’s ok)

As a loving sibling, he would be so pissed when he found out what Marina did, but he would NEVER exile his brother or her, of that I'm sure. He would’ve wanted something better for him, for legit reasons of course, because Colin doesn’t belong to Marina.

Obv this didn’t happen because Penelope intervened. In a way that’s open for discussion, she could’ve chosen a different way to outing her. A way that left Marina’s dignity intact and didn’t out her as LW, but she didn’t and chose violence and thereby hurting/shaming way more ppl than necessary.

But even if I forget the Marina thing, there’s still Eloise..

Anthony would be so pissed at her for getting her into trouble, (with the queen might i add), exposing her this publicly, while she could easily tell them in another way. Pen/LW put her life in society on the line, with possible catastrophic consequences.

Anthony (or any other Bridgerton) will remember this, I am convinced any sibling that loves his brothers and sisters will remember an attack like that.

I’m not saying they should hold a grudge forever, never did I say such a thing.

It’s just, as a loving sibling myself, I want my brother and sister to end up with someone that’s decent, and it would take me some time adjusting to the fact that they did horrible things to my family. Not forever, but imo ignoring this isn’t a sign of love, it’s turning a blind eye, to avoid hard topics.

From where I come from, that isn’t love, that’s just an easy way out. It’s a bit shallow, and in the end it prevents you from building a deep, meaningful relationship with anyone.

Brothers and sisters who are protective are my favorite kind, it’s how I was raised, and what I want my kids to do later.

Penelope and Colin SHOULD be together. Anthony thinks so, Colin thinks so, Violet does, everyone does!

But neglecting what’s out there isn’t logical.. Some hesitation is valid, and a sign of true sibling love. It’s what I would do.. And open minded as I am, once I see it’s good, I dismiss my own feelings because I WANT them to be happy.

I have a feeling you’re going to try to refute all of this and honestly I know I cannot change your mind, nor can you change mine. But please don’t make me a villian, otherwise this is my last word on the matter.

First of all Anon, thank you for apologizing about the Monday thing. I know it's not on subject but yeah. It really was a bad Monday. And although my terrible day had nothing to do with you. the fact that you're sorry that my Monday sucked, actually brought home the fact that it did. And that at least you took notice. Which is in itself kids sweet of you.

In everything else you said. I recognize that we have different approach to sibling dynamics what works for me and my big family may not work for yours and what I consider a family matter that's easy to get over, may not be the same for everyone else and I accept that.

Sorry if I implied you didn't have siblings. Or that you didn't love them. I realize that it's just that my way of dealing with my siblings difers from yours.

For example my family is very prone to meddling, and were more likely to hold each other accountable when we get into trouble, than we are to find fault in the person who contributed to us getting into trouble in the first place. We're also more likely to let people's past misdeeds stay in the past as long as they sincerely love one of our family members.

Does this approach to family love have a potential to get toxic? Probably yeah. Because people are people and we're flawed. But it works in the environment and with the people who raised me. That may not be the case for other families. Again, I did mention it in my reply, my fam is only midly functional. I ignore what a fully functional one looks like. and can only give my opinion in my replies according to my perspective and life experiences.

Maybe I'm more prone to think the Bridgertons wouldn't be angry at Penelope because from my perspective what she did was something laughably small. In the 'Ive seen worse, have met worse, have done worse, and can imagine worse' kind of way. And neither me or my siblings would be angry if she married into the family.

Maybe it's something big for you or for many people. Personally what she did isn't so big for me. Perhaps because I've met a couple of Penelope's in real life and they never had bad intentions with the trouble they caused. Not saying their actions didn't hurt, but that didn't stop our friendship. Because I knew they weren't trying to hurt anyone with what they did.

I've also met the kind of person who do spread gossip maliciously with every intention to ruin a life. (when I say I've seen worse, yeah I've seen worse) and the ammout of concentrated evil in these girls would be enough to poison anybody's cup of tea. And I don't use the word evil lightly. Since I usually think people have their own version of events. But yeah some people are in fact concentrated evil.

Im not making you a villain, I just think we've got different perspectives and that perhaps the choice of wording affects communication a lot and often leads to misinterpretation. On this I do apologize. If my reply sounded condescending. (I do sound like that every once in a while don't I dear readers?) Or intolerant, It wasn't my intention and I know I can be intense with my personal opinions. Which don't reflect the opinions of the fandom as a whole. Just me.

Your feelings and your opinion are valid and I'm sorry if I made you feel like it wasn't.

#bridgerton

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– Bennet Burial Grounds –

Bonnie Bennet: Wow, this is wacky! Two shows in a row opening with a weird witchy dream! I really need to lay off the tacos!

Klaus: I think you need to lay off the living! Fangs!

– Bennet Burial Grounds – Six Feet Under –

Bonnie Bennet: This is less than ideal! But at least I can use my magic to get out of this fix! “Though success is mostly a stranger, magic get me out of danger!”

The Magic Coffin of Not Opening: Doesn’t open.

Bonnie Bennet: Poop.

Abby Bennet Wilson: Hi Bonnie! For some reason the spirits of a hundred dead witches are sending you on a useless quest that will put you in danger and give Klaus exactly what he wants! If I didn’t know better, I’d say they were trying to get rid of you!

Bonnie Bennet: Mommy!

– Mystic Falls Home for Immolated Wiccans –

Bonnie Bennet: Hi Elena! Stefan swore me to secrecy and made me promise to never ever tell you where the coffins were, but I’ve been having really bad dreams and last week I learned that bad dreams get better when you don’t ignore them so I figured the best way to get a solid night’s sleep would be to tell you all of our plans!

Elena Gilbert: Great! Hold on, just let me check in to FourSquare!

Elena Gilbert’s FourSquare: Elena Gilbert checked in to The Super Secret Hiding Spot for Klaus’ Daggered Siblings, 123 Fourth Street, Mystic Falls, VA.

Stefan Salvatore: Facepalm.

– The Gilbert House – Research and Revelations –

Elena Gilbert: Hi Bonnie! I asked the Sheriff to hunt down every single Abby Bennet in the country! And since everyone in this town does exactly what I tell them to, she said yes!

Bonnie Bennet: Thanks Elena! Your talent for manipulation came in really useful this week!

Damon Salvatore: You want to talk about manipulation? All I have to do is loook in to someones eeeeys and they’re all like “sure Damon anything you want Damon here’s Abby’s address Damon and her social security number and her driver’s license and her finger prints and her bank accounts and please bite me you’re so handsome and dashing and cool!” So let’s go on a road trip!

Elena Gilbert: Damon, no! Bonnie is going to meet her mother for the first time in fifteen years, and this situation is delicate and gentle and fluffy and you’re rash and sarcastic and cut oh yeah baby your abs are so cut let me see you abs no I mean I’m a good girl and you’re a bad boy and we can’t kiss again that would be wrong!

Bonnie Bennet: o_0

The Lady of the Manor: Wait, Bonnie has a mother? Is Bonnie getting a plot line?

– Chateau Forbes – Painful Plans –

Tyler Lockwood: Hi Caroline! Sorry about almost murdering you last week! But I have a great plan to fix this whole Sire-bond thing!

Caroline Forbes: Great! What are you-

Tyler Lockwood: I invited your vampire-hating, werewolf loathing, torture-obsessed father over for diner! And bondage!

Caroline Forbes: Why does my life always suck?

Neville the Corgi: Something about that boy intrigues me!

– Mystic Grill – Murder Mystery –

Alaric Saltzman: Thanks for having lunch with me Meredith! But I’m really worried about falling into the friend zone, and my penis is really worried about never meeting your lady bits, so maybe next time we could do dinner instead!

Meredith Fell: Okay!

Damon Salvatore: Hi Alaric! Who’s the hot girl?

Alaric Saltzman: That’s Doctor Fell! Her ex says she’s a complete psycho, and you know what that means … she’s gonna be a tiger in the sack!

Damon Salvatore: Speaking of psycho, do you think she might be the kind of girl who would drive a stake into a guy’s chest and leave him laying in the woods?

Alaric Saltzman: Why do you say that?

Damon Salvatore: Oh, no reason.

– Castle Salvatore – Dangerous Games –

Klaus: Hi Stefan! My hybrids have all left town, so I want to know what I have to do to get my family back!

Stefan Salvatore: Well, you could try pissing off and calling again in a few years! And if you make one move, I’ll-

Klaus: Okay, son, this whole “crazy Stefan with nothing to lose” thing has been cute, but let’s be real. You’ve had six months to practice your whole man on fire routine, but I’ve had a thousand years to get really good at causing chaos, mayhem, and pain in extraordinarily creative, terrifying ways. So if you really think you can out bad-guy me? Let’s go.

Stefan Salvatore: …Crap.

– Highway to Hell –

Elena Gilbert: Let’s talk about your mama!

Bonnie Bennet: Let’s talk about your Damon!

Elena Gilbert: Let’s talk about literally anything else ever!

Bonnie Bennet: Was it good?

Elena Gilbert: That doesn’t matter!

Bonnie Bennet: That means it was! He kissed you and you loved it! You want more! You want to hug him! You want to kiss him! You want to have his babies!

Elena Gilbert: Doesn’t this car have some product placement features we could discuss?

The Lady of the Manor: He’s Damon, of courseit was good. Seriously, that girl is dumber than a rock. An especially dumb rock.

Stefan Salvatore (on the phone): Hi guys! Just wanted to make sure you aren’t on your way to do anything stupid!

Elena Gilbert (on the phone): Nope! We’re heading up to the lake house to take a break from all of the crazy!

Bonnie Bennet: Hey, you didn’t leave my mom’s picture and address and social security number laying on your kitchen table by any chance, did you?

Elena Gilbert: Probably not!

– Mystic Grill – Profitable Public Relations –

Klaus (on the phone): Hi Wally! You know what’s great about having the entire Mystic Falls government playing for my team? Whenever Elena comes by and asks for very odd pieces of information, they give me a call! And on a totally unrelated note, I have a little job for you …

Wally the Werepire: Woof!

Neville the Corgi: He also intrigues me!

– Abby’s Home for Retired Wiccans –

Wally the Werepire: Hi Abby! I need you to look into my eyes …

Neville the Corgi: I wanna be a werepire! I’d compel you to give me endless cookies!

Jamie: Hi guys! What can I do for you?

Bonnie Bennet: Nothing nothing at all we were just leaving sorry to bother you got to go goodbye!

Elena Gilbert: Super Elena disappointed face powers activate!

Bonnie Bennet: Abby’s my mom.

Jamie: Another one? Well, you might as well come inside.

Bonnie Bennet: So Jamie, are we related?

Jamie: Nah, I just crash on your mother’s house. She’s really hot, and I’m kind of a cougar hunter.

lmfao! I'm currently working on these episodes now.

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