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valiantstarlights · 10 months

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Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji) AU

I'm still feral over Kuroshitsuji so we're gonna have a Demon!Hob and Nobleman!Dream AU.

yes, I know I have already written demon!dream and priest!hob, but I wanna have demon butler!hob and monsterfucker nobleman!dream too 🥺

CW: dark! monsterfucking! slightly spicy

So. Okay. To start, the Endless and the Burgess families are business rivals. Randall Burgess wants to make his father proud, and decides that the way to do that is by attacking the Endless family in their own home by himself and some hired men.

He dies in the attempt.

The thing is, the Endless didn't even lay a hand on him. The people who killed him are the very same men he hired to help him attack the Endless mansion unprompted.

In the thugs' defense, they'd rather be alive with only half the payment that Randall gave them than fuck with the Endless. Most sensible folk don't, and unfortunately for Randall, the men he hired wanted to live more than they wanted to be rich.

They tell Roderick Burgess that it was the Endless who did it, though, because why damn themselves when reliable forensics doesn't exist, and Old Man Roderick already has confirmation bias?

Naturally, Roderick immediately believes them, and gets his revenge on the Endless by setting their mansion on fire, killing everyone in it except for Dream, who he had arranged to be kidnapped earlier in the night. Dream is the closest to Randall in age, and Roderick plans to sacrifice Dream to a demon to get his son back. A life for a life and all that.

And so Dream is gagged, then chained to a sacrificial altar in the basement while Roderick and the rest of his followers do a demon summoning ritual.

Except the demon they summoned is Hob, who finds Roderick's wish tedious. A life for a life? They summoned him all the way from Hell just for that? Please.

If Roderick had asked for his son back, as well as riches and fame, then Hob might consider negotiating with him. He has always loved greedy humans. They're more reckless, and they usually get killed within a year or two after the contract is sealed, leaving Hob free to take up another contract.

He has already hit quota in the 16th century actually, and is just doing this for fun, in case there are some humans with interesting enough deals willing to make a deal with him.

But a grieving father with no need for anything else but his stupid son back? Hob doesn't have time for that.

Just as Hob is about to leave, Dream manages to get free of his gag and calls attention to himself.

Hob sees him, feels the murderous aura coming from him, and thinks he'd rather make a deal with this one, actually. He's prettier than any human Hob has ever met, and he looks like he has a more interesting deal to offer him than bringing someone back from the dead.

"What about you, pretty thing?" Hob says to the beautiful being in chains on the altar. "You got a better deal for me?"

And listen. Dream is smart, so he knows not to ask to get his family and pet raven back after seeing how disinterested the demon looked after Roderick said his wish. But he's also very much not in the right state of mind to be making a deal with a demon. He needs a therapist.

Unfortunately, actual proper therapists do not exist back in the Victorian era, and Dream is in the anger stage of the five stages of grief.

He saw how the demon looked at him with lust. And the demon isn't bad-looking at all. Quite the opposite, actually. And so he thinks, fuck it.

If he's gonna be damned for eternity for wanting the entire Burgess family dead, then he better do a good job and actually wipe them off the face of the earth. From Roderick to his cult followers to the servants, all of whom did nothing when he begged them for help.

Everyone who has ever wronged him is going to pay, and he is going to stand over their corpses and laugh. And if he has a handsome demon by his side with his hands red with blood doing Dream's bidding? Then all the better.

Dream sends Roderick Burgess his most hateful look, then turns back to the demon patiently waiting for him to speak. "Help me get revenge on everyone who has wronged me and my family," Dream says, "and I will be yours forever."

And, well.

Hob can't say no to that.

Vengeance is his favorite kind of contract, and the prospect of having this beautiful man forever in exchange for doing a job he loves?

Hob gets to work.

After, when there's no one else left alive, Hob walks over the corpses in order to unchain Dream from the sacrificial altar. The nobleman is still mostly clean, with only a few blood splatters here and there marring his pale skin and white dressing gown. They must have kidnapped him while he was sleeping.

Hob makes sure to be gentle with him. The poor thing looks like he's already been through so much over the past day alone.

"You okay, lovely thing?"

Dream nods and allows the demon to remove his chains. He is not at all alright, but the sight of viscera and blood covering the entire basement apart from the sacrificial altar where Dream is, as well as the feeling of the demon's gentle hands upon him made him feel a sense of peace.

"I want to reward you for a job well done," he tells the demon, who laughs as the final set of chains is removed from Dream's ankles. His fangs look so very sharp in the candlelight.

"No offense, darling," the handsome demon says, "but what can you possibly reward me with?"

In response, Dream wordlessly opens his legs.

After, when Hob has Dream in his arms, both of them still lying on the stone altar, Hob thinks that he could get used to this. He has always longed to have someone who only belongs to him, and Dream's deal--and how he worded it, allows Hob to have him like this.

Even if Dream were to die, Lucifer Morningstar themself wouldn't own his soul, because Hob already has it, and it has been given to him fair and square and very enthusiastically.

Dream shifts in his hold so he is looking up at Hob while his head rested on Hob's hairy chest. His pale fingers feel lovely caressing his chest hair. "Something on your mind, Hob?"

"Nothing much, my lord," he replies. "Just thinking how this might be the best deal I've struck in ages."

The best deal period, but they've only just met, and Hob doesn't want to frighten Dream with how possessive he can get.

Dream ducks his head in shyness, which Hob thinks is adorable considering how barely five minutes ago, the man was on his cock, riding him like an experienced equestrian, and begging him to fill his belly with demon cum.

So yeah. Hob really lucked out.

What he doesn't know is that Dream ducked his head so he could smile a secret smile against Hob's chest, sated and victorious, his hole filled with a copious amount of demon cum, his nipples puffy and swollen, and his entire body still shaking intermittently with the pleasure of his last orgasm.

Hob made sure he had a really good time, and Dream is keen to ride him again as soon as his legs cooperate with him.

Were his very religious parents still alive, they would be scandalized to know that Dream gave his virginity to a demon. So in a way, it's good that they're already dead.

When he rebuilds the Endless mansion, he is going to have Hob fuck him in each and every room. As a reward for his continued service, of course, and not because he's already addicted to him.

The demon doesn't know yet how many enemies the Endless family has made throughout the years. He's going to be Dream's for life, and Dream is going to be his in death.

Like a true Endless, Dream has managed to strike a very good deal, and made the other party believe that it was them who struck a better deal.

Hob might get very angry with him once he finds out about the neverending vengeance plots he'll be helping Dream with, but Dream is determined to make it worth his while.

"What's on your mind, sweet Dream?" Hob asks, one hand grazing over the contract seal in the middle of Dream's chest, which was glowing as red as a ruby. The light will fade in time, he had been told, but for now, he would have to wear thicker upper garments to hide the glow.

"Nothing much," Dream says, echoing the demon's words from earlier. "Just how much I'm looking forward to our partnership."

#black butler AU #a.k.a. hob and dream are both dark and unhinged (and unapologetic about it)#as usual they are feral for each other at first sight #to my surprise there is almost no blasphemy in this #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #all I'm saying is if hob were a demon I'm willing to bet most of us would strike a deal with him 🤷‍♀️

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sweet-child · 11 months

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Bargaining

To negotiate over the terms of a purchase, agreement, or contract

to come to terms

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In which we discover how Soda is after Johnny and Dallas' death. a/n: I hope you enjoy this, anon! This was my first time writing him! <3

Warning: You might cry. "Please, Enjoy." · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

He wished he forced Dallas to tell him where Pony and Johnny was at. Soda thinks he could've brought Pony and Johnny home, without Johnny getting injured.

He tried visiting Johnny and Dal in the hospital

When Pony walked through the door and said that Johnny was dead, he was terrified.

He thought of Johnny like a little brother.

And he was scared for Dallas.

He had a gut feeling something bad was about to happen

When Dallas called the house, he knew that Dal did something stupid.

Sodapop's heart dropped to his stomach, seeing Dal pull out a gun.

He tried to be the first to Dal's side, tears swelling in his eyes.

He smoked around 5 cigarretes that night.

He cried himself to sleep

The next few days, he felt guilty.

"I should've went with them" "I should've followed Pony out the door." "I could've helped.."

But he quickly realised that he needed to be strong for Ponyboy.

He started planning the funeral for Johnny and Dallas.

He used the money from his savings to get Dally and Johnny a head stone.

He picked up extra shifts to pay for the caskets

He invited Dallas' dad and Johnny's parents to the shared funeral.

When Johnny's parents didn't show up, he was furious.

Not at the fact that he did the planning for them, but at the fact that they could care less about attending Johnny's funeral. 'It's there fault,' he somehow convinced himself.

He wanted to beat Johnny's father, like how he beat Johnny for the past years. He wanted to scream to them about how fucked up they are. About how they're heartless monsters. He wanted to yell, to scream at the top of his lungs, at them. Sodapop, one of the kindest souls on Earth, wanted to beat Johnny's father with a belt like he did Johnny for so long.

Darry convinced him not too. 'It's not what Johnny would've wanted.'

He listened, but he threw beer bottles at their front door.

He visits their grave everyday, keeping them updated on turf wars, what the gang was doing, etc.

He left Dallas' ring and St Christopher necklace at the bottom part of the headstone

He put smokes and a small copy of 'Gone With the Wind' on Johnnys.

Sodapop wanted to put Johnny's jacket on his grave, but Ponyboy wanted to keep it.

He'd try to clean the graves, when they got dirty.

If ANYONE brought up Johnny or Dal infront of Sodapop, especially a soc, the next words better be kind or Steve will have to hold him back from breaking a nose.

When Sodapop got drafted, he visited their graves and told them about how he was worried about Two-bit, and Steve, and Darry, and especially Ponyboy and how they would react to the news. He, however, told them he thought it was good he served his country.

The day before he deployed, he visted their grave and talked about coming back alive, and how he refused to leave his brothers (blood and not). How he refused to die in another country, and how he wasn't going to let them mourn him.

Months later, a headstone was placed next to them.

'Here Lies Sodapop Curtis, a brother, a friend, and a veteran. 1948-19XX, Killed in Action.'

#im sobbing #the outsiders #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #the outsiders headcanons

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twopoppies · 6 months

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Hey Gina!

Thank you so much for keeping the blog going all these years. I check in every few months and read through like you're my newspaper of sorts.

I agree with they're no longer signaling as they used to . Ideally I'd like to imagine it's because they're in positions to negotiate better contracts for themselves. Could also be that they're just surer of themselves, and have just grown up and want different things from their 21/22 year old selves. I mean if I was H, I can see why he'd want to hold this to himself.

Also ,I've been out of the loop most of this year-so is Gemma engaged ? Or already married ? Or is it neither and I for god knows what reason hallucinated this whole thing.

If you could help me with this fic Rec too I'd be very happy :] for some reason I can't remember the name

Its the one where they decide to pretend like Larry is real, because fans are so keen about it -except along the way it becomes real . Id say Sort of canon divergence style .

If you celebrate, I hope you have a happy thanksgiving .

And in case I don't stop in again this year : Merry Christmas/Happy Hanukkah!. I hope 2024 Is a calmer and more humane time globally, and that you and yours have a great year ahead :]

Pps: And give you specifically the energy to deal with annoying asks. Thanks for all you do.

Sorry about the typos !

Hi, sweetheart. Thank you so much for the comprehensive good wishes. 😆 Sending the same back to you.

As for your questions, as far as we know, Gemma isn’t engaged or married. There are rumors she’s pregnant, but that’s all based off of one photo, so it might be nothing.

If you check my masterpost under “F” for Fake Relationships, I think you’ll find what you’re looking for. It might be under “C” for Canon, but best to check both. If it’s not there, LMK and we can crowd source for you.

Be well. 🩷

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freckledsunshin3 · 9 months

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SM rlly needs to manage groups better. Renjun nearly passed out on stage and Mark was obviously concerned for him, but SM didn't even frigging let him rest.

yes i completely agree! nct is so overworked and as someone who loves renjun with all my heart, it's not okay how they treat nct.

but remember nctzens! no matter how much we disagree with sm overworking, whenever a unit releases something, it's better to encourage and support the members than complain and beg sm for rest. yes, us being loud could be a way for them to hear, but it's gotten to the point that nct members themselves have made comments

haechan himself has said he'd rather be encouraged then asked to rest. and as someone who admires haechan, i can see where he's coming from. he's probably EXTREMELY tired but still works hard on all of his projects, and i would understand how discouraging it might feel to have comment sections full of people begging sm to let them stop working and resting.

tl;dr, it's a grayscale. there is no right and wrong, like most issues. i say best is to support nct and their wishes, but still criticize sm for poor management.

REMEMBER! your advocating for better treatment does not mean you can't still support the members and activities they do.

your favorite nctzen, sun

edit 1:

after posting this, i realized i had some more comments on the situation.

there is no reason a member of nct should have a health accident or be in the hospital every other week. period. that is non-negotiable. when i say support nct, i mean while they have active contracts.

if nct ever got into a time where they were contesting their contracts and fans started a boycott, i would, even if it was painful, 100% boycott nct so sm would not get more money off of them while they tried to get out. but currently, nct is still functioning under sm with no current public fighting to end their contracts (as of 7/28/2023). nct dream is currently on promotions for istj, dream and 127 alike are both doing 7th anniversary promotions, wayv is doing fansigns in asia, and taeyong & wayv are scheduled for kcon la 2023. there is no reason we should stop support currently. even if it gives money to sm who is notorious for not paying artists fairly, a fraction of that money still makes it into nct's bank accounts.

it's also a morale thing. nct dream has just come back with 3rd album istj after completing the dream show two. they're probably extremely tired (ie haechan going to the hospital, renjun almost passing out at the 7th anniversary event, etc.) and it would be devastating to see a lack of support or comments instead of encouraging and supporting them for the comeback (which by the way, is absolutely AMAZING and I'm so proud of them as someone who has listened since the 1st album repackage) telling them to rest. not to sound rude, but they can at some point take care of themselves as adults, even if it's difficult for them.

tl;dr, support the boy's activities. it's the least we can do. as much as i think they deserve the break, they're clearly not going to be getting one, so we should just support them to boost morale. if there is a day where nct does fight to end their contracts and leave sm, then we'll deal with it when it comes

your favorite nctzen, sun!

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #haechan #renjun #mark lee #mark zuckerberg #sm treat nct right #stop overworking nct

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failedintsave · 2 years

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Kloktober Day 27: favorite trope or guilty pleasure

Did you guys know I'm a sucker for for sleepy cuddles? For Skwisgaar having difficulty with his feelings? For love confessions? Oh...you did. Because that's 70%+ of what I write? Okay ya got me.

So here's that. Again.

Falling Slowly

The jet touched down just after 4am Mordland Standard Time, its engines cutting a channel in the low hanging fog where it clung to the grounds and curled around the turrets and battlements surrounding the Haus. Ignoring the pilot's garbled instructions over the intercom, Toki got to his feet before the fasten seatbelt light went dim.

"Wowee, ams good to be homes. Thanks Charles, good trips. Maybe next times we pals around it don't gots to be all work." He made his way up the aisle towards the still sealed door, grabbing onto the headrests of the seats he passed to keep from tripping forward as the plane braked on the runway.

"Well, ah, this was a business trip, Toki. When you agreed to become the Wish for Something Foundation spokesperson, you agreed to a minimum number of charitable appearances—"

"Right, goes to de hospitals, see all de sick kids, play toys and don'ts get coughed on. Sure."

He still didn't care much for being associated with children, but for Juliette's memory he would bear it. It helped that he could meet the requirements of his contract in the span of a long weekend away. Through skillful negotiation, Charles had really whittled the responsibilities down to a splinter of the original pitch. But that was his job; if time was money, then giving away Toki's time was…well, not money.

Finally the jet came to a complete stop, and Toki tapped his foot impatiently as the door's airlock was released with a hiss. He didn't wait for his bags to be brought up from where they'd been stowed, he barely waited for the stairs to touch the ground before descending.

"Okei sees ya laters, Charles!" He had better places to be.

At this hour, Toki had the halls practically to himself. A skeleton crew of klokateers went about menial tasks, high atop ladders, dusting the chandeliers, or crawling on the floor to wipe the baseboards clean of dirt, blood, the usual grime. His boots made heavy plodding sounds as he followed the crimson carpet runner, so he slipped them off and carried them the rest of the way.

Hotel beds had once seemed the height of luxury to him, with their crisp sheets and mounds of squashy pillows, a brand new suite to trash every night only to have the slate wiped as though no one had ever occupied the space. But the novelty of this cycle of creation and destruction had worn off a long time ago. Now he longed for the comfort of something static and familiar, where he knew by memory the dips worn into the mattress, the smooth texture of the pillowcase, the weight of the dense blanket cocooning him. More than that, he wanted company, and he knew where to find it.

Toki eased open the heavy wooden door and peeked within. He squinted as his vision adjusted to the low light, a half moon glowing beyond the window, its white face like the hull of a ghost ship sailing through an ocean of fog that seemed to extend into the stark bedroom. Nothing moved, and only the quiet sound of rhythmic breathing broke the silence. Setting his boots gently next to the door, Toki tiptoed towards the bed at the center of the room, shedding his clothes with as little noise as possible. He peeled up a corner of the fur throw blanket and slid under it, then inched his way towards the figure curled at the center.

He'd barely managed to get his arm around Skwisgaar's sleeping form when the other man stirred. "Hn?"

"Hey, ams just me." Toki's whisper came out rough with weariness; never seemed able to get much shut-eye on planes, and this last flight had been no different. The closest he'd come to resting was the dozy daydream he'd fallen into, hypnotized by the drone of the turbines. It was the same fantasy he found his mind wandering to, time and again. Cozy and content, wrapped up in sheets and tangled limbs… By unspoken rule, when they slept together it was only after they'd slept together, but that desire hadn't been what piloted Toki's feet here tonight. "Sorry, I was trying nots to wake you. Ams it okei if I—oh!"

Skwisgaar rolled, his hand skating over Toki's ribs to curl at his back. One leg crowded in to be sandwiched between Toki's knees, and he tucked his head low, his cheek nestling against his bedmate's chest rather than his pillow. Toki shuddered when a long sigh washed over him as the Swede made himself comfortable.

Though initially unsure if his request to simply cuddle would be rejected, Toki felt a slow grin spreading over his face as his insides turned to butter, his doubts melting as Skwisgaar settled. "Did somebody miss his Toki?"

"Mhm." Came the sleepy response, a quiet affirmative, warm breath washing across Toki's skin as Skwisgaar sighed again.

"Was only gones a couple days."

"Mm."

Toki enfolded Skwisgaar's slender form in his arms, holding him close when he rolled to lay flat on his back. Soft hair tickled his cheeks as he nuzzled the crown of the blonde's head, inhaling the mingled scent of expensive Sumatran botanicals and the subtle, earthy trace that was unique to Skwisgaar. He melted under the taller man's weight, letting it compress him into the mattress and trying to match Skwisgaar's slow, deep breathing as he too fell limp and relaxed. Outside, the sky began to brighten from black to indigo as sunrise approached, but Toki's heavy eyelids finally dragged him unresisting into the warm, dark embrace of sleep.

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He woke suddenly only a handful of hours later to a startled jerk that bounced the bed and forced the air from his lungs. Glancing down, he was met by wide blue eyes staring back.

Overnight the fogbanks had transformed into cotton candy, their reflection bathing the entire room in rosy luminance. Still early, still plenty of time to roll back over and pass out. Toki yawned, peering through his lashes at the man sprawled atop him. "Hei."

"When dids you get back?" Skwisgaar's tone matched the shocked expression on his face.

"You don't remember me climbing into de bed last night?" Skwisgaar merely blinked, a faint line crossing the middle of his forehead. Bedhead only added to his befuddled demeanor, and Toki couldn't help but grin as he smoothed the tousled blonde mane. "You was awfully cuddlies."

A flush crept across Skwisgaar's high cheekbones, a pretty pink that matched the rest of his room as dawn filtered through the thick glass panes. He averted his gaze to the side, mumbling under his breath, "I t'oughts I dreamed dat."

"Ams dat what you dreams about? You missed me dat much?" The idea made Toki's stomach flutter.

The color on Skwisgaar's cheeks deepened to a heated red that spread to his hairline and darkened the tips of his ears. He ducked, his brow landing on Toki's shoulder and shielding his face from view. "Shuts up, no!"

"You miiiiissed meeee! You missed Toki so much, aw!" Toki locked his arms when Skwisgaar tried to scramble free, pinching and tickling his exposed ribs. "Dat ams about de cutest thing I ever hears."

"Maybe I just. Don't likes it when—euugh! De mattress ams cold." He managed between squawked curses and pleas to be freed. "Ams. A big. Bed, hueghueghueh, quit it! Dats a lot of empties space."

Toki wrapped his legs over Skwisgaar's to impede his escape, all four limbs binding the skinny guitarist like a constrictor snake and squeezing out an exasperated groan when it became obvious he wasn't making any headway.

"Den why not calls up one'a dem goils from you's stable?"

They'd never established themselves as exclusive, there was no foul in seeking out another warm body if he didn't feel like being alone. Some of Toki's previous amusement leached away, simmering into a green haze that he quickly pushed out of his mind.

"Because I didn't want—!"

Skwisgaar's ineffectual efforts to extract himself from Toki's iron grip ground to a stop, his head coming to rest on Toki's collarbone once more. The angle hid his face, but Toki could feel him clenching his teeth after biting his sentence in half, and what he'd said—or rather, hadn't—fully sank in.

Oh.

Cozy and content, wrapped up in sheets and tangled limbs…

"I missed you too," Toki murmured, loosening his hold so he could draw gentle circles over Skwisgaar's back. Skwisgaar remained rigid, ready to spring free, and Toki tried to soothe the tension from his muscles with soft touches. "A whole lots."

Slowly, Skwisgaar uncoiled. Where their chests pressed together, Toki could feel the Swede's heartbeat returning to normal after their tussle, and though he made no move to roll away, he didn't look up either. He simply laid still, allowing himself to be pet. Though he couldn't see it, Toki could imagine how he worried at his bottom lip by the shift of his jaw working back and forth. After a while, he lifted his head enough to glance up, brows pinched.

"Ja?"

"Yep." Toki outlined the sharp peak of a shoulder blade, fingers following the curve of Skwisgaar's skull as he threaded them into soft, slightly tangled waves. He kept his voice low and sweet, as though speaking to a spooked animal, offering a palm full of sugar cubes. "Every nights, when I goes to sleep, I would thinks about how much I woulds rather be home."

Dubious blue eyes grew round, waiting for Toki to confirm the implication.

"Here. Wif you."

Toki traced a fingertip down the side of Skwisgaar's face, admiring the faint sprinkling of pale freckles across his nose. They were barely noticeable most of the time but were more visible this close, the endearing blush still shading his cheeks making them stand out in contrast to his fair complexion. When his fingers reached Skwisgaar's jaw, Toki curled his knuckle under his chin, urging him closer. He kissed his forehead first, the bridge of his long nose next. Then he tilted his head to fit their mouths together, catching plush lips already parted in anticipation.

When need for air finally forced them to part, Toki pecked one more kiss to Skwisgaar's chin before releasing it. "As much as I likes where dis ams going, I'm still really jets-lagged. Cans we just cuddle and goes back to sleeps for a while?" He poked Skwisgaar in the ribs, provoking a stifled yip. "I makes it up to yoooou."

"Psh." Skwisgaar's mouth curled in a roguish grin, but he nestled in, soft as a kitten with his brow pressed against Toki's neck. "To bes continueds, hueghueh."

#skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #skwistok #metalocalypse #dethklok #kloktober2022 #kloktober 2022 #technically i guess pre-confession but it's a step in that direction!#me writing

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notaboutmeeee · 2 years

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You know, hats off to hoechlin. He really got what he wanted out of the teen wolf movie without having to do too much.

Waited til dylan was in or out. Once dylan said no to the movie, he used that opening to negotiated the shit out of p+ til he got what he wanted and they basically had to say yes bc he's the next biggest draw (within fandom and as superman outside the fandom I'd guess)

Got not only the producer credit (and slight say) but probably also more money bc of it. Which lead to posey having a meltdown/tantrum forcing p+ to give him his consolation producer credit

Used his prod credit to not only cast Derek's son, direct Derek's son and probably influence Derek's story in the movie a bit (seems it could've been his idea to even give Derek a kid)

He literally posted 1.5 times on his ig about the movie (1= the sdcc promo post that included pr text and hashtags, very unlike his other posts on like Superman and lois; 0.5=when him joining was announced and he just posted the Screenshots of like the deadline article.) he put very little effort into it

Sure he went to sdcc for the movie, they probs had that in the contract "you must go to comic con and the p+UK event" ; the 2 comic con events in Manchester and Wales were more fan related since he also did superman and lois with bitsie and Alex there

And besides doing the mandatory reshoots, that's basically been it

Like only 2 people (Jr, maybe Vince, makeup crew people) posted bts stuff containing hoech; which was weird back then;them waiting til like after he'd finished filming to announce him being in the movie?

Then now this with nycc has me rolling in tears (of laughter): I don't know who (I think I read p*#ey) said hoech was supposed to be there but "got stuck in traffic". 100% total horseshit I bet. Either be it bc hoech was never going to come, he declined, never answered them, he was working on Friday on S&L, he was flying from Canada to nyc on Friday and had to film Thursday, he lied in "dog ate my homework" lying... Who knows. But he's never missed a con like that and what a flimsy excuse so yeah, baloney.

And then they showed a clip of Derek and Eli at nycc. Which a) the clip reminded me why I stopped watching the dumb stupidly written not though out at all show b) the clip reminded me so much of sterek and fandom (and how we'll make it better) and c) hoech's I love stiles/dylan tour of '22

It feels like he said he'd do the bare minimum for the contract, they thought he'd sprinkle in nycc and show some love to the movie but instead he kept mentioning dylan & how he's the bestest and was what he (and fans lol) liked the most about the show, aka the person they'd prefer not talking about since he's not in the movie haha

I wish I knew anything about the bts drama (you know since this was all my theories/interpretations) bc sth got to be going on. This is too wild

(Also how are you going to have a panel at a comic con, a place where fans get to Interact and ask questions, but then double book 2 things for 1 slot ie not have time for any/or only 1 fan questions? Sounds dumb)

Rant/thoughts over before I get totally lost

#tyler hoechlin #teen wolf movie #This everything around the movie is such a mess #And I'm kinda addicted to the drama #Hoechlin said im gonna give them sterek and that's all #That damn clip literally opened with a callback to an iconic sterek scene #I wonder who had that idea #And if he can't take over as stiles he might aswell direct stiles' kid #my text post #I'm bad at tagging #Usually I rant on down here #What a mind jumble this post is #Oops #Also trying hard not to reply to the anti in my other post bc I don't want to start a pointless fight #Send me strenght #Hehe hi didn't think you'd scroll so far #Anyway; wildest thought: what if hoech and dylan met up Friday or the weekend lol I need hoechs pics of tonyyyyyy

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starshiningsirius · 3 years

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Like old times (Yandere Azul x reader)

@bryzie27 - i like what you did with overblot leona. could you do something similar with overblot azul?

Not sure what you mean like the chase scene? The dynamics of Octanivelle's structure still aren't quite clear to me if they can go out in the water but I'll try!

I FORGOT THE GIF IS FROM @flowerofthemoonworld !

Let's give the octopus some love!

"Hey, your Azul right?"

He lifted his head to look at who had spoken to him. It was a mermaid with a strange speckled tail that added to her beauty. She seemed to be more of the reserved type. Her hair had two streaks of the same color on either side of her face and the rest was all one color. Her eyes shimmered radiantly.

He could feel a rush of heat claim his entire face.

"Here." She handed him his books.

"W -why are you doing this?" The young octopus sniffled.

He wasn't expecting this, not with the way everyone else treated him. It didn't make any sense why you'd treat him kindly. A freakish eight legged merman who couldn't swim correctly.

"It's the right thing to do, Azul. I couldn't just swim away with you like this. It'd be immoral."

From that first encounter on forward they became friends. She helped him walk and swim a bit better considering he found it embarrassing. She didn't even have tentacles yet she instructed him so well.. Maybe he inked once or twice, a few times around her on accident, he swears! It didn't matter she was fine with it. She didn't mind one bit who he was.

Even when they went to the Atlantica Museum she stayed by his side and explored it with him. He was a bit slow considering his physique was on the chubby side so he wasn't fast. It still didn't matter, for some odd reason she stayed with him. In the picture commemorating the trip he held her hand since he was a bit self conscious about his picture being taken.

Y/n couldn't help but find it adorable. Everything about Azul wasn't at all strange to her it only made her more curious to get to know him. He would always apologize for any small thing he did wrong. She would always say, "It's fine." as if he did nothing. Her smile always seemed to brighten Azul's darkest days.

She'd visit him in his family restaurant in which his mother and father always welcomed his first friend. They were overjoyed. She saw him gorging himself on the plate of food in front of him compared to her smaller portion. She couldn't help but to stare, it made her understand why he was on the chubby side. Then he looked at her sauce around his mouth and she couldn't help but smile at him with laughter filling the area. He was embarrassed blushing a shade of red and he felt a bit ashamed.

"Azulie, you're absolutely adorable!" She said through her laughter.

It was one of his most fondest memories he ever had with her, but all good things had to come to an end.

Eventually she had to depart from the northern seas to the far southern ones. She had to leave Azul behind. She had given him a hug it was full of so much warmth of which he had never felt before and it made his heart race twice as fast. Both parents of the children found it endearing their children had found a friend.

. . .

And that was that. Time passed and he eventually became Azul Ashengrotto the dorm leader of Octanivelle who could grant any wish just as the sea witch. He could never ever forget the one person he was so fond of though. It never left him every time he wrote down a contract he could remember a time where he truly did care for someone.

The new year at Night Raven was his second year while a new group of first years came entering the school. He had ordered Jade to get information on each of them and when he went through the long list of students that had been sorted into Octanivelle while in his office. He immediately crossed one oh so familiar.

Y/n L/n.

He couldn't believe his eyes. He put the sheet of paper down and opened one of his drawers in the desk that showed him and her back then. He never altered this photo as he did countless others. She accepted him for who he was and that was well enough a reason for him to admire her.

He automatically called upon Jade as Floyd would have probably scared the poor girl. He told him to fetch her immediately.

When he finally did see her for the first time in years he was astounded at how you changed so little but so much at the same time. You had grown taller and your eyes still sparkled just as they always did. You had the same two streaks on either side of your hair which had grown a few inches he might add.

Jade had left to do other tasks he was assigned but Azul couldn't care less seeing as he had his childhood friend and sweetheart in front of him.

"Azulie, that really is you huh?" Your voice had matured but was more timid just like the very first time they met. Of course it was so long ago that they're more like strangers now. That nickname though, it's been a long time since he's heard it.

"Yes, I've changed quite a bit." He was a little nervous though he'd never admit it his voice slightly betrayed him and his face had a little red tint. He tried pushing up his glasses to shield it from her eyes but it was a futile attempt. He heard her chuckle that made his heart race like never before.

"You haven't changed fully as your still the most adorable by far." She said.

That made his face blossom as red as a rose in the rose maze of Heartsbyul. Heat was exerting itself from his still body that he sat in the chair from.

From that moment on he would keep a watchful eye on her. He would always try his best when she was around and get any info on anything going on pertaining to her.

She had met Floyd and Jade before who Azul wasn't too fond of at first, but she reccomended he became friends with them back then since it wasn't everyday someone didn't come up to tease him and noticed his accomplishments. Of course it was only because of Azul that they met again at Night Raven. The first time she met Jade was when he first brought her to see Azul in his office. He looked familiar to her and she mentioned it to him, and they both shared their fondest memories on the way. She met Floyd a little later on in the Mostro Lounge as he had taken her order and he noticed she had come in a lot just to see Azul. Jade had to explain the situation that she wasn't required to pay for any food she ate there because of an order Azul had given out.

Azul would spend some time out of the day to just hang out with you if he wasn't always busy with the lounge. It was always a joy to be with you, it reminded him of when you were both younger. He thought back to those days every night and day that you had still never left his mind. The thought of you leaving again made him lose his sense of reason and fall deeper in his sweet obsession.

He had started to act different you noticed. He had become a bit more invasive of your personal space in which you remember that only happened when he was nervous at least you thought he grew out of it.

Jade and Floyd began to direct you to the Lounge like your life was there and no where else. It'd only be a matter of time before Azul was informed by Jade of his sweetheart's newest infatuation.

Vil happened to catch your attention. It led Azul to be green with envy. He knew the dorm leader of Pomeifore had complimented her one day and it was enough to send her falling head over heels. He had so many followers it made no sense why he had to take something else Azul had wanted for the longest time. With Vil's beauty he only began to question his own.

He had to come up with a solution just as he had done for those bullies. He just couldn't lose Y/n again. Not if he had any say in it.

After hours of pondering in his office sinking his nails into his desk the answer happened to be right behind him. The vault that was situated behind his desk held the many contracts he had collected.

Maybe if he could impress her she wouldn't see him as that stupid, clumsy octopus he once was. All these different magic spells that he obtained from those fools from the exams on land in Night Raven and those idiots who swam under the sea.

That's when his plan fell apart. Y/n avoided him all of a sudden. Mainly having spent time with those troublesome first years he sent to the museum to collect one of the last remnants of his past.

He didn't have time to keep thinking about Y/n at the moment which irritated him quite a bit. One thing led to another and now he was out here trying to negotiate with the arrogant and prideful dorm head of Savanclaw. As soon as he destroyed them all hope was lost.

He was taunting him, but his next few words really took him over the top in terms of a sadistic being.

"You know, one of your little sea friends really wanted to believe you were nice. We just had to show her the real Azul Ashengrotto." Leona had smirked turning his head to the side, beyond the corner of the tunnel his darling angelfish had appeared. Disbelief in her eyes, she couldn't even meet his eyes.

That's when everyone else had arrived, but the deed was already done. He had lost everything and his angelfish had seen him as a weak being, the same stupid clumsy octopus he hated being.

They took her from his side. He had her in his grasp and they stole her. He had lost it.

His newborn and unimaginable power were apparent now. He just had to get it all back. Not even Floyd or Jade wanted to help him either.

He reminded himself of you holding your pen ready to fire another offensive attack. His anger swelled inside him where he could tap into more power.

"GIVE HER BACK TO ME! GIVE ME BACK WHAT YOU TOOK! "

A large swarm of harsh black wind had overwhelmed the group. She still managed to stand but when the dust cleared she saw all of them had collapsed unconscious. Even the prefect who was thrown back the farthest had their head hit the tunnel, it didn't look like she was breathing from here though.

She took a look back at Azul and suddenly she felt her feet carrying her away from the scene, having Azul call out to her from behind.

* * *

It's been a while since she had to swim that fast. Her tail fin was starting to hurt from the constant movement. She wanted to take a break, a never ending nightmare she pleaded in her head to be over.

That was until she heard him calling for her.

"Oh Angelfish! You really have nothing to fear! Come out I promise I won't hurt you!" He said in a sing songy voice.

She was hiding behind a large boulder on the sea floor near a small coral reef.

"Am I not enough anymore?! I'LL DO ANYTHING TO PROVE IT! I'M NOT THE SAME AS BEFORE, YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK AFTER ME! " The tone of voice he had scared her even more so now that she was alone.

"I'm not, ... I'm not that stupid clumsy little octopus anymore." He sounded as if he were about to cry, it pulled at her heartstrings a bit and she thought she could convince him to calm down in this state.

"Azulie I never-"

"There you are! " He said with glee and delight in his tone, that never would have made you think he was sad in the first place.

He successfully guilt tripped her into coming out of hiding. Using his tentacles he pulled her by the tail toward him careful to avoid giving her any injuries. He grasped her in his arms feeling himself relax a bit, at the fact he had her in his grasp once again. She felt warm just as she did all those years ago for him.

He clasped her hands together with his. A deranged smile on his face as he stared into the soul of his adorable little angelfish who shivered under such an intense gaze radiating his madness.

"We'll be together again! Just like old times! Except this time I'm all powerful and no one will be able to steal what's mine!"

Masterlist

#twisted wonderland #yandere azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech #floyd leech

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teamfreewill2pointo · 2 years

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I really appreciate you answering all the insane questions you get asked on this app, and how positive you are about the Js friendship. I'm glad JA and JP are in a good place. But I just can't figure out why in God's name JA never ever mentioned it to JP in lol that time they spent together filming SPN and their communication afterwards. If you have any light to shed on this I would so love to hear it because I can't wrap my head around doing that to a good friend.

I've answered this before and asked people to stop sending me asks about it because it seemed we were going in circles, but I can't find the posts I made about it because tumblr search sucks. I'll make a new post and then hopefully tag it in a way that tumblr can find again.

So basically, after prequelgate happened, I connected with two sources itk. My one source said exactly what Jensen later said, "There was a leak".

Here's a leaked video from a m&g where Jensen discusses it. Here's the transcript:

Robbie had a lot of work to do, he had his work cut out for him, and he wasn't… I think he had just come up with an outline of the, of the first episode when Deadline found out about it.

And we have a network and a studio and agents and lawyers who have had to talk about contracts are negotiated before anything ever happens. And of course that's how Deadline gets their connections, they're like hey give ya a hundred bucks if you got any insider information.

I wasn't, I didn't even tell my parents about it y'know, and, and, so that was early so I was superstitious and I don't talk about it because that'll jinx it. And then it came out and then everybody was like 'oh, quick, repost, y'know make sure, make sure it's not, make sure everybody knows it's true and not, not false reporting.' And so I did.

And I was on the set of The Boys that day and I kinda reposted it and said something quick and went back to set. And that's the thing about The Boys, there's no phones and no email, so I stayed on set, 12 hours a day playing backgammon with Karl Urban, and because this was kind of a big thing I went 'I have to go to the bathroom,' I don't have to, I ran back to my trailer and grabbed my phone and saw Jared tweeted back and, and he was right, I should totally- I wish he'd hadn't found out like that, I would have loved to have given him the pitch

The person who told me the leak info way back before Jensen himself said it also gave me some more details. Most of which I can't say here, but it better explains the story.

Basically, Jared knew about Project A, so he knew Jensen was working on a project with a "supernatural alum". He knew very basic ideas, which were totally different than what's now being presented, Project B, ie, The Winchesters. Part of that is because the network kicked it back/changed Project A.

I can't go into what was changed, but if you think about it and understand the network and the characters, I'm sure you clever peeps can put it together.

When the leak happened, it made it seem like the project was way more fully formed than it actually was.

Once Jared understood how Project A became The Winchesters and that The Winchesters was not even a zygote, then he understood why Jensen didn't tell him about such a premature project that was barely a project at all.

Jensen apologized in private and in public. They made up and they've been copacetic ever since, while fandom still continues to fight an argument that J2 are long past.

Anon 2(?) "Is it confirmed that Jensen will appear in TW as was rumored from the possible script leak rather than it being just his voice? If it really takes place between 15.19&15.20, then I really hope Jared shows up as Sam at least once. Feels wrong to not have him involved in this retelling even moreso if it’s taking place in a period where it is just the 2 of them in the bunker."

All I'm going to say is:

Pedowitz said, “I’ve been involved in two spinoffs that did not connect. We’ve had no further discussions whatsoever in terms of a Supernatural spinoff. I tend to believe that, at this point, the show’s essence is Jared and Jensen.” Speaking at the TCA summer press tour, he added that the decision to end the show came after a “very very long, sad, heartbreaking discussion” with stars Padalecki and Ackles as well as Warner Bros Television chief. “We all came to understand that the guys wanted to go out still relevant and they wanted to go be with their families and see what else was out there in the world. You know what, as we always said, when they’re ready to stop, we’ll stop. These shows go out the way that they’re supposed to go. But if you can convince them to come back, I’m open,” he joked.

[Cite]

“If the boys want to come back, I’m always open to do some more,” Pedowitz says of Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki, who called it a day after 15 seasons of Supernatural a little more than a year ago.

[Cite]

#prequelgate #prequel gate #answers #anon #prequel

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gothicdevice · 6 years

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I'm trying to finally, definitively figure out Miklos' military career.

Hasn't been easy cause trying to make sense of Russia's military, paramilitary and intelligence infrastructure is the most complicated thing I've ever attempted for the sake of ocs lol. The military reorganization in 2008/2013, the formation of a central authority for special purpose troops, the SOF and the competing interests and unclear jurisdiction of the GRU, FSB and SVR don't help either. I'm also willing to believe about 80% of the material on their military and intelligence apparatus is paranoid disinformation, so let's just think of all of this as intelligent (?) conjecture based on extensive (frustrated) reading.

After high school Miklos enrolled in the State Institute for Applied Sciences and Engineering (fictional. Amusingly an earlier incarnation of this institution is probably the same one that Vadim taught maths at) for a degree in industrial engineering. About midway through the course he decided to enlist in the VDV, the airborne troops. He finished his degree while enlisted. He could have dodged the 12 month mandatory draft courtesy of Katya and more particularly Arseny, but instead opted to enlist in the professional division.

Miklos' motivations are nebulous. Certainly part of it is a boy's outward turned rage and despair, a youthful sense of invincibility, a lack of interest in the conventional post university career path. Another part of it is detached impersonal curiosity. As a boy he had been fond of reading about historical engagements, the history of long distance shooting, the exploits of snipers in the Second World War. He was more physically fit than most and he wasn't a bad shot. The most father-like things Arseny ever did for Miklos was to teach him to shoot and pay for his judo training. Supporting his shift to MMA came out of his own pocket. His reasons are vague yet his decision seems logical when seen in a certain light, and once he became a paratrooper it seemed increasingly likely that he would follow Arseny's career trajectory.

Katya tried to convince him to go into the engineering or logistic corps, but after his time at Ryazan and several months of training he went into the Air Assault Division. Miklos called home several times in between active deployment in Chechnya and Georgia. After a few short lines of calm, slightly stilted conversation with his son, Arseny would offer the phone to Katya. She would always refuse to speak to Miklos.

After a year in the Division, Miklos applied to the 45th Special Recon Brigade, passed the punishing evaluations and began to train as a spetsnaz operative. At this point I would say that Miklos had plans of joining the GRU Spetsnaz, as it traditionally recruited from the 45th. It's still early to say, however, because he would need at least three years of service in the 45th to be considered for the division. He was 22 at the time.

At 25 Miklos left the service following some injuries sustained in Syria from a land mine. He had also witnessed, from the distance of six and a half feet away, the death of the man in his unit who had triggered the explosive in a fall. An accident. A tragedy, but only one of thousands. His commander was surprised by the request for discharge and tried to convince him to stay on. It seemed unlike the calm, laconic operative to throw it in after witnessing a fatality close up. It's not as though it was the first time.

A somewhat aimless six or eight months followed wherein Miklos went back to fighting, padded the automotive mechanic training he'd received in the service by enrolling in an automotive engineering course and working at a mechanical parts fabrication shop. In the interminable gaps between these various pursuits he drank; efficiently, silently, and without company in pursuit of insensate intoxication. This time it was his turn to mostly ignore his parents' phone calls and requests to see him.

Unable to stay away, Miklos finally applied to the Special Operations Forces where he received additional specialized training and worked in small units. On orders from his superiors he specialized further as a paramilitary intelligence operator able to work independently in enemy territory and without contact with command for extended periods of time. His superiors fond him quick, competent, resourceful, aloof and highly intelligent. Not particularly creative, in their estimation but a hell of a shot. An impressive unarmed fighter. He had no sentiments and never flinched, willing to do anything— within reason— to fulfill mission objectives.

Miklos had lived outside of normal society for years, but living in the gray zone wasn't like anything he experienced before. It was isolated and isolating. There was nothing or no one to depend on but himself. Here even the tenuous party line of defense of his country's foreign interests was left behind, and interchangeable enemies and allies shifted almost hour to hour. Here the idea of power was even more abstract, and there were never any clear winners or losers. Sometimes Miklos felt that he was operating for the purpose of high level political gangsterism. He negotiated the sale of weapons with war lords, ferried bales of US currency to tribal chieftains, met with the leaders of dissident military factions, dealt and worked with mercenaries, thieves, human traffickers and drug mules. Miklos trained guerrilla fighters and provided them with weapons, acted in an advisory capacity to struggling, patchwork militias. On orders he sold and bought contraband and traded them for information, loyalty, manpower or other resources. Several times, to his great amusement, he also escorted and facilitated the transport of British and American covert operatives into zones where they were not supposed to be on the ground, via drug trade routes as part of a high level exchange of information that he was not privy to. He carried out assassinations, quiet operations with little fanfare. More conventionally he sometimes worked in concert with Russian armed forces, going into enemy territory and identifying targets for air strikes. Most of these tasks required that he not identify as working for SOF and if he was killed on assignment he would have died anonymously, his body unlikely to be recovered.

Eventually Miklos leaves the SOF. Here I have to fudge things a little because I am unable to decide whether he leaves after a botched mission wherein he's presumed dead or simply turns in a resignation and, eight months later, turns up on a SOF watchlist of dangerous private contractors. If that happened SOF would simply continue to hire him on contract for tasks they don't wish to be connected to.

Miklos is neither a nationalist or a patriot. He barely thinks of himself as Russian. His motivations are strange but he gains satisfaction from physical mastery and the extremely demanding parameters of his work. It's not unlike being an elite athlete; the vocation requires the same amount of dedication, practice and discipline. Most military forces yearn to instill that kind of workman's pride in a job well done in their own troops for the act of killing. The all consuming mental and physical demands of the work also (almost) ensure that Miklos isn't drowned by his own low grade depression and mounting cynicism.

As for why Miklos becomes a contractor it might be as simple as "the private sector always pays better than the government."

• Arseny is a senior SVR officer. Yeah it makes things awkward.

• Miklos is the name he used when he starts to work as a contractor.

#text #Miklos #RAMBLINGS #apparently I don't understand the idea of brevity #just exploring the ADKOB set up and my hand slipped #damn I saved on the wrong blog #this is messy but eh

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