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shugar0cone · 26 days

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Shooting for the stars

Pt 1

“All the people knew the story of the ancient evil of Zhan Tiri and the inventions of demanitus but lost in tracks of time there was a 3rd, she was known as the goddess of the stars, she helped travelers cross the seas, made constellations into stories, and most importantly made the sun drop and the moon opel. She lived with humanity and thrived with them, she helped all for she was the gift. She loved humanity and believed in their wellness, so she gave us the sun and moon to share her power, but in typical human fashion they were greedy for the power wars broke out and this angered the goddess. When she asked for her gifts back they refused and turned on her, she had not choice but to fight. her battle armor was made of the stardust her weapon only she could hold. she fought the humans until she got the sun in moon back. She realized the power and dangers of having them together so she entrusted two of her most loyal followers, deminucus and Zhan Tiri. And you know how the story goes.”

I say to my sister as she brushed my hair. It was nice to have repunzel back even though we are only adopted sister it sure felt like we where blood. I can tell she was lost in thought i knew alot has came up, heck she got back and now she was pretty much thrown into royal duties.

“You ok raps?”

She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at me. Her sunshine mood was darkened maybe it was stress or maybe sshe was processing things.

“Peachy, just ya know feeling pressure, but it aint nothing i can handle.”

I got up from my spot to hug her.

“I’ll be here for you.”

I gave her a warm smile then an idea popped in my head.

“If max is free wanna race to the wall?”

I asked giving a playfull grin.

“Sure if nebs is up to it.”

Nebula or nebs is my horse smaller then both max and casses horse but definitely smother and alot more agile then them. He was a gypsy and apalosian cross, he was alot to take care of grooming wise, But he was my partner in crime.

“How old are you again?”

Repunzel asked me this, maybe she just forgets or that we have a 3 year age different.

“Im 15 rember.”

She laughed.

“Yeah im only playing i know. Your 15.”

She bear hugged me and squashed me half to death, this woman beats corsets when takeing breath out of your lungs.

We walked out to the stables to see nebula trying to reach one of maxes candy apples he got from montys. While repunzel wasnt looking i got up on nebs and crewled onto his neck to grab it.

“Ill get max another later, speaking of the crazy where is he.”

Nebula chewed his or maxes sugar coated apple and did a horse like shrug.

“Do you always have to be like this.”

I rolled my eyes as he snorted at me.

“Ok where is max i have fidella.”

The doors slammed open and low and behold we see max and eugene.

“Race ya ladies oh and we are wanted by the guards.”

“Huh?’

Before i can say anything eugene left quickly with a fleat of guards fallowing him, i looked at repunzel all confused.

“It’s just a game, n/n.”

JUst then cassandras father the leader of the guards was in the stalls on his horse.

“Ladies better run.”

I pretty much left a silhouette of me next to repunzel thats how quickly i left on nebula.

I was having fun some guards where chasing me but luckly for me they where newbies so they did not know my cards i played.

“Lets show them how its done nebs.”

I pat his neck we enter a deep wooded area. I slowed down so one guard could catch up with me. I looked back and pulled a brach so it could smack him. The next guard i had a pan of to swerve him and pretty much get him dizzy or turned around. I faced back twords the guards running at him full force, at this point it was a game of chicken and luckly he lost. I detached his halter from his horse and now there was no control over the horse. I ran for a couple of minutes and ended up at the wall but not the one where repunzel and eugene where.

“Damn it!”

I yelled and slapped myself in the head.

“This is like the 5th time ive ended up in old corona. Sware to the king one more time and ill just move here.”

I sighed to myself and got off of nebula and walked to a stream so he can get some water. When i walked up i looked at my face, it was dirty and sticky with sweat. I grabbed some water and splashed it on my face. I looked at the water again to see a second figure a cloaked boy with googles. I turned around to see yeah it was a real person.

“AH!”

I gave him a left hook out of fear, that he looked creepy, and weird. He groaned holding his face.

HE looked up his googles where on the floor his hood was down i noticed I busted his lip.

“What was that for?”

He yelled at me, man he must be my age or younger. I mentally giggled at him because his voice cracked at the word for.

“You cant just sneek up on people like that.”

I yell back.

“Well you cant-’

He pointed his bloody finger at me and fainted.

“OH MY GOD! I THINK I KILLED HIM!”

I grabbed my hair and panicked. Nebula took some water and spat it out on his face. He woke up gasping for air from the shock.

“You dropped these uhh.”

I grabbed his googles and he snatched them from me.

“Im varian the mighty alchemist, and you are?”

“I’m y/n, the girl who knocked your socks off.”

#varian x reader #tangled #x reader #tangled the series

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izchone · 1 year

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enhypen as beatopia songs!

info: saw this trending on tiktok kind of and i wanted to do it for enha bc beabadobee + enha is like wow. world #exploded!! and i kind of made each one angst my bad😇😇 tws// just plain ol heartbreak😪😪

genre: angst (mostly!)

★♪ lee heeseung.

　now playing: see you soon

this song is undoubtedly hee. the trinket-like samples resemble his unorganized mind that was impossible to unravel. he wanted the best and only the best for his lover. his longing to make everything perfect for you turned into him knit-picking every single movement of yours. it seemed like he was judging you, and so you left with no warning, because that’s what he wanted, right?

‘it’s a walk in the park, you said it’s not that hard, im feeling kind of dizzy, i don’t want this to leave me, and i told you ill see you soon.’

★♪ park jeongseong.

　now playing: fairy song

him and this song are like a harmony. it’s like youre looking at him in a mirror or reading him like a book. an explanation of him to be exact. this was his life story, starting from when he met you.

‘guess when im older, ill be able to see, that when it gets colder, i care less about me.’

★♪ sim jaeyun.

　now playing: lovesong

what a lover boy. this song resonates with him as it depicts how he loves. the slow tempo represents the time he takes to really soak in ones love and reciprocate it, even if he knows the love won’t last.

‘i swear your in my head throughout the day, i can say that for a fact, know we had better days, but to keep me sane, i guess that this is just, another love song, about you.’

★♪ park sunghoon.

　now playing: ripples

sunghoon is such a melancholy being. the violins represent his yearning for you, but puppet strings pull him back from falling too hard. he grieves his state of being, not knowing which way to go. in reality, he just wants you.

‘ive been holdin back cuz im afraid that im too loud, six feet underground, i feel alone, again.’

★♪ kim sunoo.

　now playing: you’re here thats the thing

sunoo tried everything without regrets. he was always happy go lucky, and so you never knew how he actually felt. but you dealt with it and he dealt with you, and that was all.

‘you just won’t admit it that you’re smitten, hold on a minute please won’t you listen, cuz im not sure if you’re into me like im into you’

★♪ yang jungwon.

　now playing: the perfect pair

jungwon truly stayed the same. as well as your relationship. it never really grew. it had been the same old same old, exchange some hellos and then go back to your daily lives. and no one did anything about it.

‘you know me, better show me that you could say it to my face, cuz you know we’re the same, there’s worse things i can take’

★♪ nishimura riki.

　now playing: talk

the stereotypical teenage romance. he was your first love and your first heartbreak. he was on the hunt for perfection, and he treated you like a lab-rat. he ran out the house that day with no trace of him at all. his heart was spotless of you. you on the other hand.. not so much.

‘am i lost, why can’t i find you, a silhouette that’s in my head, you don’t exist you’re my imagination, you don’t exist you’re just a bad decision.’

a/n: first writing back!! im trying to make everything look aesthetic but im so lazy to keep my writing format the same im sorry😕😕

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definitelynotshouting · 11 months

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Oooo, I see you started playing MC as well ^.^

My brain has been stuck in the game for a solid 2 months now, I've had so many ideas for building, so it's nice to see you enjoy it too <3

And to be fair, I do use creative mode for some things in my singleplayer world (cuz I wanna skip to the good parts lol). But I think if the potion lab I build in the survival multiplayer I'm in was what I had made in that singleplayer, a sad Grian looking for weakness potions would be delighted to stumble upon it pffttt

I have 2 double chests of finished potions, huge nether wart field, endless water source, 5 brewing stands, a whole double chest of at least 3 of every potion ingredient, pre-prepared awkward potions, 3stacks of bottles, blaze rods for days, you name it and it's there

The only issue is that all weakness potions I have ready are turned into splash potions, cuz I've never really had the desire to chug them myself (besides that one time I tired to get the "have every potion effect on all at once" achievement xdd)

~🌠

Ive been watching mcyt religiously for abt 2 yrs now (prior to that i had ZERO exposure to minecraft at all) and have joked before that its given me fucking minecraft shingles bc i never got my crafting vaccination as a kid. This thing has DESTROYED my braincells its just all minecraft blocks now, im obsessed

Ive also shamelessly used cheats in my first proper singleplayer world-- pretty much just to teleport to coords bc i get lost real easily and an hour of trying to navigate back with F3 is not my idea of a good time 😭😭😭😭 but with this new 1.20 singleplayer my plan is basically play on peaceful until i can get set up with a house and get a bit more practice with movement, then switch it to easy to practice killing mobs, then slowly ramp up the difficulty until i get to hard so i can cure zombie villagers. I watched p much the entirety of Pixlriffs' Survival Guide S2 around January after getting super sick and needed smth to entertain myself with, and now im following along with his S3 bc he is just the guy ever to me :] its taught me a lot abt the mechanics of minecraft which has been REALLY nice for a late learner 💀💀💀💀

YOUR POTION ROOM SOUNDS SO COOL!!!!! Thats so many ingredients,,,, i love your organization system that sounds so nice. Ive found my favorite thing in minecraft is literally inventory management SKDNEKDJD hermits beware i am the anti-chest monster guy<3 but yeah gods can u imagine if Grian had used splash potions 😭😭😭 he wouldve dropped SO FAST, RIP

How do you usually plan your builds??? I got myself a creative flatworld to make stuff in, but ive found that idea i had with taking a screenshot of the area and drawing on it has REALLY helped me put some concrete visuals to the ideas ive had which has been SUPER helpful. I just finished building the silhouette of my future lakehouse the other day (via the Pixlriffs stone method) so now im just messing around with block palettes to see how i wanna incorporate the cherry wood :] im super excited to build it for real in survival!!!!

#shouting speaks #asks #minecraft #mcyt #cherrybee hollow #pixlriffs has become my automatic feel good youtuber tbh #ive pavloved myself on that man's voice. spent a week sick out of my mind and watching nothing but his vids now im attached #i love his sense of humor he comes across as so serious and then suddenly he's saying smth completely off the wall #guy who frogboils his viewers into thinking they have a reasonable man on their hands only to blink and realized he shrinkwrapped a mountain #out of sheer spite #your honor. i love him #he just like me fr #long post #txt

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skylilac · 2 years

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hey do you have any kotlc fic recs? any ship is okay, and even if it’s incomplete I’m still cool with reading it, I just wanted to see if you have any favorite fics or anything because I trust your taste (preferably on ao3)

if im being 100% honest i dont. rlly read kotlc fic anymore? also i havent logged onto my ao3 acc in months so i dont have anything bookmarked 😔

that being said i just did a quick search for some faves of mine!! and if you like them also check out the authors other fics bc those are gold too, im just choosing my personal favorites <3

-descend into darkness and all along my heart was leading me home by uni_seahorse_572 (both are soo incredible ive read them multiple times)

-Kiss Me Like It's Not Allowed by a_lonely_tatertot (always has me ugly crying but its okay i swear im normal.)

-Our Finite Eternity by spellboundfire!! (looove this one <3 kam that i actually like? its rare but this is it)

-I've lost it all (I'm just a silhouette) by Tobi_Continued (ruewen angst is always 11/10 but this one especially) also the scars along our skin (Paint our beauty like gold)!!

-Personal Hell by theunmappedstar (neverseen!keefe is smth so personal to me okay?? the emotions <//3)

-To Love Unafraid (With An Ugly, Poisonous Heart) and Perfect by sweetmothiricannotwrite (i think i’ve recced these before actually but yeah they’re so good)

-i've got to tell you how i love you by handpulledsilver (a 2 part series and its absolutely beautiful <3) also by ink: say this awful thing did not break me <3

-I'll be Your Real Tough Cookie, With the Whiskey Breath and Liquid Glass, Drowning Fire, Shattered Water by Enbies_Committing_Felonies (some of my favorite ships and written SO well)

-better off as lovers (and not the other way around) by tamsencen (tbh this is probably the fic that sold me on qualden <3)

-Blinking In The Starlight and wings on your feet and copper in your lungs by sunlight-and-storms (both of these are such a good read i love them, definitely check them out!!)

-Moments That Last Years and As Simple As That (of orbits, suns, and angel wings) (for angst and prose that makes you cry at any given moment </3)

#i think like. all of these ppl have tumblr too. unsure whether or not to tag them though so ajsdksl #anyways ty for asking me anon im glad you trust my taste <33 #i think all of these are incredibly angsty and for that im sorry i cant help my preferences #OH MY GOD HOW DID I FORGET quil's wing au!! i have yet to read it (i will though. one day.) but its an absolutely iconic fic so!#i got a message 📜#kotlc #fanfiction

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khodorkovskaya · 1 year

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18.12.22

im very disturbed by what's happening around me. i feel like im in a dark room and i can only use the walls and the objects around me to guide me. i can only see vague silhouettes of things and i know that i have to move forward. but i feel very lost and confused.

i saw my bestie from london yesterday. and as ive mentioned many times before every time i talk to people my age i get a mini existential crisis. she has a pretty standard london office job and she just got promoted. and it sounds really great and all. but then i thought about what i would do in her situation and i feel like id be completely incapable of doing what she does. id get depressed and think about my purpose too much. and i would feel awkward at the office. she, on the other hand, has always done very well in work environments. she's always had friends at school, most of her friends being from school. and i feel like i was never able to make friends with people who work/study with me and most of my friends come from other areas of my life. i don't know what it is about my personality but i always thrive in non-work environments like i can be the popular person in a group of strangers i met at a party or a random event. and at school i never put any effort into getting to know the people around me. and with my bestie it's the complete opposite. i think it's my superficial side. i can never bridge the gap between meeting a person for the first time or seeing them at school/work/an event and asking them to hang out and becoming close with them.

anyway, the other thing that's been bothering me lately is my relationship with B. there's such a weight in my chest whenever i think about it, it's like a mix of guilt/confusion/uncertainty idk how to explain it. i can't get it out of my mind. it's like a weird itch almost. like there's a wound in my chest that's empty and heavy at the same time and i want to itch it all the time like a mosquito bite. i was thinking about how i should give him a second chance, how it was unfair that i left without explaining anything. i started thinking about how we could go to the cinema or ice skating or maybe even plan a trip to the hot springs some time. and just chill and have fun like before. and maybe he will make an effort this time, maybe he will understand me. he said he will.

i thought about my dream future and what a perfect partner would look like for me. and all i could come up with was that stupid textpost scenario i reblogged a couple of days ago. im a girlboss, a breadwinner, a working gal and he's a househusband who comforts me when i come home. my dream partner has a chill 9-5 or any lowkey low-stress job so that when i come home to him he's relaxed and we never talk about work. and in that scenario B would be great. and that's what i think i want, right?

and i was thinking about B and how maybe all is not lost. and meanwhile he's stopped messaging me. he went to serbia last weekend and i jokingly told my bestie (not the london one, the other one) that i hope that he hooks up with someone there and leaves me alone. and uhhh he hasn't texted me since his serbia trip. i had a very stressful situation last sunday so i texted him panicking and he replied ofc. but since then, nothing. maybe he did move on all of a sudden. but i keep checking my phone every two seconds to see when he's online. but he doesn't message me anymore and the hole in my chest gets worse and worse. i feel addicted to him again.

and i don't know if im doing the right thing. my stepdad said that it's not cool that im leading him on. i haven't told him that ive been texting B and seeing him occasionally. i haven't told anyone bc it's completely absurd and unhealthy and stupid from my side. i am leading him on and i feel horrible about it. but i don't know how i can be honest with myself. if i tell B to fuck off and block him again and tell him that i don't want to be with him, i would be lying. because right now im confused. and yes, i had made my decision when i left, but i feel like i don't have the tools necessary to deal with the consequences of my decision. im in a dark room with no idea where to go or what i should be doing. and it's hurting B and it's hurting me.

i went driving today bc i have my exam soon and i felt like a complete failure bc every time i go driving i cry. i compared myself to my bestie from london again. she would not cry while learning to drive, she would know what to do with B and not lead him on by mistake, and she can make friends at her job. i feel like im behind in life.

#december

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berylliumliumite · 4 years

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not 2 be 2014 animatic on youtube but. youth by daughter tma

#crab speaks #WE ARE THE RECKLESS WE ARE THE WILD YOUTH..#CHASING VISIONS OF OUR FUTURES #ONE DAY WE WILL REVEAL THE TRUTH... THAT ONE WILL DIE BEFORE WE GET THERE #*AND IF YOURE STILL BLEEDING YOURE THE LUCKY ONES*#*BECAUSE MOST OF OUR FEELINGS ARE DEAD AND THEY ARE GONE*#* YELLS *#SORRY SRORY I STARTED HAVIGN AN EMOTION ILL B QUIET #WAIT #AND IVE LOST IT ALL IM JUST A SILHOUETTE.#IM JUST A LIFELESS FACE THAT YOULL SOON FORGET!!!!#AND MY EYES ARE DAMP FROM THE WORDS YOU LEFT. RINGING IN MY HEAD. WHEN YOU BROKE MY CHEST.#and if ur in love than you are the lucky one. cause most of us are bitter over someone .#setting fires to our hearts for fun. to distract ourselves from evER MISSING THEM. WELL IM FOREVER MISSING HIM #ok im dne ! im done ! im done ! im done ! im done! im done !#ill be quiet now but someone talk to me abt youth by daughter and tma im going to go ahjsdfdfhgdhg

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slashssunglasses · 3 years

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“Its My Turn Now” ~ Slash

SLASH X FEM~READER

KW: daddy kink, bondage, roughness

Slash- Velvet Revolver Era Slash

——— UNEDITED —— —

it was yet another Velvet Revolver tour and this one was very exciting for slash since he could finally take you with him. Oh your days were full of laughter, adventure and pure raw animal sex. he couldn't get enough of you, all this time he'd had to go on the road without you, no physical contact for months at a time… it made this tour one to remember.

it was the night of the show and you stood in the front row of the rowdy crowd watching slash run around and holler into the microphone. Even though he was lost in the music he still made sure to watch you from the stage, making sure you were ok. Slash always insisted that you stand backstage watching the show from your safe little area but you did like it. You enjoyed being in the crowd jumping and raging along to the music while you watched him sweat and just completely lose himself in his music,

This time though, there had been a guy who was rubbing up on you all night. At first it looked like it was just due to the overcrowding of people in the pit, but once he started trying to talk to you and flirt you knew those horny rubs were nothing but accidental.

“Dude I'm not interested” you pushed away from him, “c’mon sweetheart, you cant come around here dressed like that and not expect to get my attention” he'd less over trying to get closer to your neck.

“Hey back off!” you squealed, soon your attention was taken away from your fiancé’s performance and redirected to keeping this guy off of you. he continued his lewd comments before reaching his hand up and groping your chest.

you pushed him hard and just then the guitar stopped and the music got all fucked up.

“Hey! Hey! what the fuck?!” you heard Slash yell into the microphone before throwing himself into the crowd on top of the guy. security was quick to grab him and push him back on stage as the fans started to riot and try and grab at him. “Hey get him the fuck out of here!” he yelled into the microphone once he got back on stage, “hes making on my girl! fucking pig! im gonna get your fucking ass get the fuck out of my show!” he yelled angrily as security grabbed the guy hauling him out.

“you okay baby?” he asked in the microphone before kneeling down and grabbing your arm helping you up onto the stage and walking you off.

“you okay?” he nervously grabbed your face scanning your expression. “yes yes im fine” you sighed giggling quietly, “I'm gonna kick his ass” he angrily chewed his lip, “baby just relax” you sighed grabbing his face. you could hear the crowd getting impatient and rowdy, “Slash you gotta get back out there” you smiled looking out onto the stage.

“i promise you i’ll make it up to you” he smirked, “make it up to me? you didn’t do anything” you giggled, “just be quiet and let me show you how much i love you tonight” he rolled his eyes, “mm fine fine, i also have a surprise for you but only if you get out there” you giggled popping a kiss on his lips, “mm more” he whined pulling you back in

“slash! C’mon man let’s go!” Duff yelled at him as slash pulled you deeper into his lips. He groaned, kissing your lips one more time before walking back on stage. The crowd roared in cheers as the show started up again. “Sorry guys lets fucking tear it up!” he chuckled into the mic earning cheers and hollers from the crowd. “Hang on hang on! Let me say something really quick before we start up again..” Slash said into the mic, fixing the height so it fit him better, “if you see that fucker that was on my girl..save him for me, okay?”

you shook your head smiling from offstage. he kept looking over with a little smirk as he watched you sway around to the music. his eyes dancing across your body as you did little sensual things you knew would only catch his eye. you blew him little kisses and he had a cocky smirk while he riled up the crowd even more. once the show was over you knew you were in for a fun and romantically rough night. you wanted to take control tonight but you didn’t know how long it’s last. you had the outfit, the toys, and the restraints but slash had a reputation for ripping through the flimsy cheap sex store ties and cuffs but you were still gonna have your fun.

you smirked to yourself as he ran off stage adrenaline still pumping as his sweaty body engulfed you tightly “ew ew ew” you giggled against his wet body. “mmm i want to get you back to the room bunny” hed giggle biting your ear, “mmmm no no no, you’re gonna shower while i get ready for you...” you giggled swaying back and forth with him,

“mm you won’t join me?” he pouted, “no no no, i have very fun and special things planned for us tonight...daddy” you whispered, he tensed up under you, “you have to be patient and calm though...or you get nothing and i mean it” you added kissing his sweaty jaw, you knew it was killing him the whole ride home. little did he know you had binds, toys, lingerie waiting for you guys back in the room to play with.

Once back at the hotel, you had to pry slash from your body and into the bathroom, threatening him if he doesn't get into the shower.

After some heated kisses and playful shoves, he finally got into the bathroom and started his shower. With him distracted with getting clean, you set your plan into motion. You quickly pulled off your clothes, throwing the now dirty clothes in a hamper at the door.

You examined your body in the mirror, hands running over each inch of skin as you wondered what he would think, but right now you were under a time crunch. You quickly got out the toys and binds, laying them out neatly on the bed as you listened to him move around the bathroom. He shouldn't be long now. You scrambled around the room, lighting candles for some nice finishing touches, and laid on the bed in a sexy pose. Steam rolled out in clouds as the bathroom door swung open. Light poured over your body as slashs silhouette came into view. “Mmm~ what's all this bunny?”

"its fun for us" you smirked turning to get on your knees and crawl towards him. his hands traced every different shaped and colored vibrator on laid out on the bed, cock ring, handcuffs, and a few other fun toys.

"you see tonights gonna be a little different" you began in a sultry voice, "I know Its always you in charge but…tonight I want some fun" you smiled sitting up and rubbing your hands all over his bare chest, "so take these off" you pulled on the waistband of his sweatpants, "and let me come play with you daddy"

Slash bit his lip, smirking down at you as you played with the hem of his pants. “Oh~ so bunny wants to be in charge tonight hm? Well..we’ll see about that..” You pouted, glaring up at him as he pulled you onto his chest, “hey! No! No touching!” You grabbed his wrists,

his hands quickly grabbing handfuls of your ass before you yanked them away. You shoved him toward the bed, tying his wrists together as you sat on his chest. “Look so sexy like this bunny..thinking you can dominate daddy..” He purred, his eyes flaming with lust as you glared at him. “I'm not the one with their wrists tied..” Slash only darkly chuckled at your jab, “ohh~ I won't be for long bunny..just you wait and see..”

"Daddy" you whined smacking his chest, "ive been such a good girl…let me have this treat?" you crossed your arms, "oh bunny" he pouted bucking his hips up to push your pussy farther up his chest, "fine" he rolled his eyes, your eyes lit up as you jumped off of him going towards the toys you wanted to use.

"decisions decisions" you giggled, he looked at you with a proud and cocky smirk. "I know" you smiled and crawled back onto the bed. you rubbed your hands over top his sweatpants traveling up his legs, you saw the bus;ge growing and gently grazed it. you lowered your head and licked a hot stripe up his clothed bulge. he grunted harshly pulling on the restraints, you made sure to layer them so it'd be harder for him to break through.

you grabbed the vibrator and switched it on sliding it over his bulge and then around your nipples pulling the bra down flashing your tits. he was drooling and you decided it was time to give him a little snack, you giggled scooting up to his lips, "you want some?" you purred pulling your panties to the side, "you want to taste my cunt daddy? ohh~ its so wet" you moaned lowering yourself over his nose, his mouth opened welcoming you but you didn't sit just yet, "come taste what that other guy couldn't have" you smirked lowering yourself completely onto his lips watching his eyes roll back as your slick hit his tongue

He leaned his head up, tongue slipping in between your lips like a hungry dog. You melted into him, slow relaxing down onto his mouth, hips lightly swiveling to match his lips. You groped your tits, moaning at the pleasure sparking in your brain. Slash grumbled and groaned, the sounds vibrating against your clit deliciously.

“Oh!- oh daddy~” You purred, back arching and head tipping back. Slash pulled at the restraints, skin peeling around the ties as he ached to feel your skin under his palms. You ground down against his mouth, tongue filling your hole as you whined. “Ah ah ah! Daddy!” His hips bucked up at the sound of your pleads, frustration filling his system as he pulled at the restraints. “Daddy's going to eat you dry bunny..be a good girl and let him out of these ties..” He glared up at you, tongue licking at his lips, “come on bunny...don't you want to make daddy proud?”

"mm, not yet" you panted scooting down back onto his chest, you leaned down kissing your slick off his lips, "you'll get your turn" you smiled kicking your feet up and sliding the thing off your body flashing him your bare pussy as you layed back on his torso. "mm such a yummy cock" you moaned rubbing his hard through his pants, "your evil" he growled and you rolled your eyes leaning over for the vibrator, you switched it on setting it down on his abs,

"fuck" you grunted as you set your clit down onto of the vibrator. your lips began rubbing against his torso as you began humping. "oh daddy! ah! oh yes daddy you feel so good on my weeping cunt" you moaned maintaining eye contact with him, "oh I cant wait to see that cock ring on this big daddy cock, I want you to use everything on me daddy" you whined picking up the pace, "oh daddy im gonna cum! im gonna cum!!" you yelled gripping you

You squealed, head falling back as your orgasm washed over you. You shooke and arched, wet buzzing filling both of your and slash ears. His hips bucked up, harsh growls leaving his lips, “bunny..let daddy out..now. I'm not fucking kidding..” You lazily smiled, squinting at him as you got down on your stomach, face to face with his abs, “i don't know what you mean daddy..” You’d whimper, smiling up at him as you licked up your cum off his abs. “Ohh bunny you’re in deep fucking shit.” You cheek rested against his hip bone, “am I?” You’d tease, kissing his skin as your hand palmed his bulge.

"oh my… its so big" you gasped kissing his hard bulge through his pants. "mm I told you ti take these off daddy" you purred biting his bulging v-line, veins protruding down the toned muscle almost guiding you to his cock.

you leaned over grabbing the cock ring and holding git in your mouth. pulling down the pants you gasped excitedly giggling at his swollen hard cock, "mmm" you licked your lips drooling over his cock. you let drool drip and leak down his cock slipping down with precum

you moaned, pumping his cock lewdly as he sighed.

He stared down at you with hooded eyes, “bunny..” You grinned at him, taking his cock in you mouth, the cock ring slipping down his shaft as you did so. “Oh!- fuck-!” He pulled at the ties, teeth grit and bared as he choked. “Bunny-“ Once the ring was in place, you sucked his cock lewdly, the tip popping out of your mouth as you let go. You pumped him, licking your lips as you stared at him, “there you go daddy...a pretty ring on your cock..” His head rocked back, face turning red out of frustration as the need to cum filled him, but he knew, that he wasn’t allowed to.

“Okay bunny...you’ve had your fun..now take the fucking ring off me right now..before I get mean.” You bit your lip, humming to yourself, “mm..I don’t know..I think it’s a nice touch daddy..”

you licked a long stripe up his swollen red cock. “you’re such a good daddy, behaving for me and holding back all that thick juicy cum mmm” you moaned rubbing your clit while you gently stroked his cock. “bunny-ah fuck” he choked throwing his head back, “yes daddy?” you cooed squeezing his balls, “fuck!” he growled pulling in the restraints harder, “oh these are good ones, you haven’t broken them yet” you giggled leaning over and grabbing another vibrator.

you vibed along his shaft and circled his tip licking your lips as he tried to choke back his moans. “moan for me daddy, oh when you moan it’s so sexy” you whined sucking on one of his balls, “b-bun-oh fuck! oh my god bunny fuck right there!” he moaned loudly as you slowly slipped him inside your pussy. “ohhh!!” you whined, “oh fuck daddy! oh my gosh break free baby come fill me with your cum make me your pretty mommy” you whined loudly as you rode his cock, lewd and throaty moans escaping his lips as he tried to watch you move sensually on his cock but fuck it was too good he couldn’t hold it back anymore he was crazy, screaming practically at your dirty words

You lost yourself on his cock, little hands gripping his chest as you bounced yourself.

“Daddy..daddy more please..” You whined, needing more of him by the minute. “More huh? You want more?” he growled, foaming at the mouth as you nodded. “Please daddy..” His choked gasps slowly died down, a dark smile curving on his face as he glared at you.

“Please? Please? Oh, my bunny is begging now huh? I thought you were the one in charge bunny?” He mocked, head tilting slightly as he questioned you. You stumbled and stammered, “i know but-” “but what bunny? You need your big daddy to take care of you?” You trembled, tears welling up in your eyes as you grew tired of bouncing on him, “yes..i need you daddy..” His eyes darkened completely, “good girl.” He laughed, easily snapping out of the restraints and flipped you over.

you gasped as he hooked your legs around his hips. “you were staying tied for me?” you have him puppy eyes, “anything for you bunny” he smiled softening his piercing gaze slightly, “you did so good bun, so sexy” he growled against your lips while he teased his ringed cock around your hole, “hehe, thank you daddy” you giggled stretching underneath him, rubbing his bicep gently scratching down the divots in his biceps,“now show me who i belong to daddy” you pouted puckering your lips for him, “make me a pretty mommy” you batted your lashes after he placed a rough kiss on you. “you’re gonna squirt on this cock bunny, you’re gonna make a mess for me”

He gripped your hips tight, cock pounding into your g spot as you screamed, “daddy! Oh-oh!” You grabbed at him, pulling at his skin as he grinned at you, “is it too much bunny? This is what you wanted..” He teased, loving the way you looked all sweaty and used. “No more excuses bunny..no more holding back..daddy’s going to take hi sweet bunny until she passes out.”

you screamed losing your voice midway, exhaustion hitting you from how badly you wanted him deeper you couldn’t even fathom it. he held a vibrator against your clit as he yelled profanities from you tightening around his cock. “who’s daddy’s cum dump hm?” he groaned trying to keep himself at a steady pace in you, “m-me -ahhhh!! fuck me!!! i’m you l-little cum dump? in your cockslut daddy use me!!” you arched screaming as your eyes rolled back drool falling down your lips, “s-so good” you whimpered holding his face begging for some mercy

“use you, hm? That's what you want? You want daddy to take it all out on you, bunny?” You nodded franticly, words barely even forming in your brain at this point. “Mmm~ okay bunny.. let's see how long you last..” His thrusts stopped suddenly, light whines leaving you at the loss. “Shhh..don't worry... Daddy is far from done with you..” He snickered, his grip on your hips tightening. Suddenly, he slammed into you hard, tip hitting your g spot head-on.

You screamed bloody murder, clawing at his back. “Oh, that's the spot huh?” He growled, making sure each and every thrust it that special spit inside you.

“oh! oh! da-da-daddy!! AHHHH!!!” you screamed bloody murder, “i can’t take it! i cant take it!” you sobbed ultimate euphoria over taking you. his hand flew to your mouth shutting you up while he drilled into you. tears pooled around his hand as you sobbed and screamed into his hand. “bunny they’re gonna think i’m-fuck! they’re-ohh~~ they’re gonna think i’m hurting you!” his thrusts became sloppy as the cock ring felt tighter around his base

“daddy- daddy! Ohh-! Daddy!!” You squealed, licking his hand as he held it over your mouth. “Bunny-! Fucking god!-“ His cock swelled around the ring, his head filling with pleasure as he felt himself slowly lose it. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- Fuck!- FUCK!-“ He growled, panting as the ring gave and cum spilled inside you, triggering your orgasm. You squealed and screamed, thrashing around as pleasure filled your head. You cried and screamed against his hand, grabbing at him as you came down.

you were hyperventilating and sobbing against his hand as his head dipped down into your neck. his chest rising and falling rapidly as he kissed your damp skin. you couldn’t help the wave of emotions your several intense orgasms brought you, you broke down in a fit of sobs still not being able to breathe, after shocks from your orgasms shot through you as you looked down at all the squirt that coated the bed and both your bodies. your body still twitching as he stayed plugged in you, he let out soft moans trying to catch his breath. this time was insane, you guys had good sex before no doubt it was never bad, always mind blowing but this time there was so much more emotion on both ends you both needed to recover.

You sobbed, so sore and worn out that it was all you could really do. Slashs face came into few as he lightly picked you up.

He held you against his chest, rocking you back and forth as you slowly came down, “shhh shhh bunny...deep breaths..” You followed his lead in breathing, your mind becoming more clear. Well, as clear as it could be in that moment since you were still very exhausted. “Come on..let’s go get cleaned up..” He kissed your forehead sweetly, smiling against your skin as he carried you to the bathroom. You clung your him, not wanting to be set down or moved anymore than you already have.

Your muscles were sore and your overall being was worn out. As he lowered you both in the bath, he started to hum a soft tune. You didn’t recognize it, must have been something new he had been working on. He ran his hands threw your hair, the other leaning over and grabbing a washcloth. He soaked it in water, bring it to your face as he continued to hum softly. That’s when the hums started to turn into words. He sand softly in your ears as he washed all the sweat and tears from your face. Slash was never one to sing in the first place, but him singing to you never failed to make you smile. “There’s that pretty smile..”

“i-i-i love you slashy” you hummed gripping his chest giving him weak kisses. “i love you bunny” he bummed rubbing your back, “thank you for letting me have you fun” you giggled looking up at him, “you deserved it baby, you were so sexy” he chuckled lowly, “mm thank you” you leaned up kissing him deeply enjoying the feeling of his body against yours with the warm water surrounding you two.

CO-WRITTEN WITH @s-lasxh

#slash x reader #slash fic #slash gnr #slash hudson #Saul Hudson #gunsnroses #slash imagine #velvet revolver #smut #slash smut

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nikmikaelsonswife · 4 years

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Jealous Angry Hate Sex With Klaus Would Include…

you’re out at rousseau’s with rebekah and a couple of your other girlfriends when you feel as if you are being watched

with one subtle glance to the side, you notice a familiar silhouette in the corner of the bar

you can’t believe it — actually you can — but it pisses you off that he feels as if you can’t handle yourself. you have been a vampire for the last 300 hundred years for goodness’s sake.

the lingering stare on your back is enough motivation for you to finally give the mediocre looking man beside you the bit of your attention he’s been enthusiastically yearning for

or maybe the seventh vodka shot you had taken only moments earlier

which causes that same lingering stare to instead burn holes in your skull

you can practically feel the anger radiating from him all the way on the other side of the room as you trail a manicured finger down the innocent’s bicep.

and when footsteps reach your ears, you whisper an apology to him, who returns it with a puzzled expression right before he’s ripped from his seat by the collar.

“nik!” rebekah shouts, cami frowning at the scene from the other side of the bar.

“what the hell was that?” you question loudly, earning an incredulous look from klaus and even more attention from the citizens surrounding you

“i should ask you the same! you were getting rather touchy there, wife.”

“you shouldn’t have even been here in the first place, husband.” you slide off your stool, smacking a couple of bills on the bar before storming out.

“this conversation isn’t over!” klaus growls from behind you.

“you got that right!”

there’s only a short minute before klaus grabs you by the waist and your back home, and as soon as you cross the threshold, the war is back on

you slam your clutch on the coffee table, alerting elijah who’s reading a book near the window. “why were you following me?”

“why were you entertaining that bloody wanker?”

you notice the raise of elijah’s eyebrow as he listens in, but you’re too blinded by rage to comment on it.

what you don’t notice is him formulating a plan in his head to leave before this argument ends because he’s — along with everyone — is aware of what comes next. this isn’t his first rodeo.

“answer the damn question!”

“i’d prefer it if you went first.”

“ugh!” you run your hands through your hair, charging toward your bedroom with klaus right behind you. once you’re in the privacy of your room, you flip around and shove a finger in his direction. “i am not the one in the wrong here. this is all on you!”

“me? if you would’ve taken your marriage into account and happened to have been a tad less friendly, we wouldn’t be having this conversation!”

“i was only doing that in revenge and because i knew you were watching. i am my own woman, klaus, you don’t need to be on my ass twenty-four seven!”

he takes a step closer, gesturing at you. “i was protecting you! what do you not understand?”

“you always do this! ive been on my own since the fucking seventeen hundreds! i don’t need protection! i don’t need a stalker husband!”

“well, i don’t need a wife who finds aggravating her husband entertaining!” he rebuts.

“then maybe you don’t need a wife at all!” you yell, finding yourself just inches away from your counterpart.

“sounds like a splendid plan! perhaps then, i can assist you in discovering a better strategy in getting that imbecile down your pants!”

“are you SERIOUS!? have you lost your fucking mind?”

“i doubt that IM filling the role as the irrational one here!” his chest heaves, complete silence ensuing as you both stare at each other, so close that if you take another step….

he smashes his lips to yours, gripping your waist to pull you smug against his hard body, so smug that you can feel his erection poking at your stomach

you’re slammed into a wall, wandering hands feeling you up before your jeans and underwear are suddenly missing

whispering of how upset you both still are with each other and how this isn’t going to change a thing

klaus gripping your throat, forcing your eyes on his as he shoves himself inside you, stretching you out despite all the times you’d been like this before

dried blood staining the fair skin of his back, evidence of healed scars from your hell sent nails

the relentless pounding of his hips as you wrap your legs around his waist, needing something to keep you grounded on earth

your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you reach states of oblivion before you feel him shaking you from the grip on your neck, a silent demand for you to never look away from him

screams, curses and very loud moans

grunts, groans and chants of your name

your teeth clamping down on klaus’ shoulder to muffle your sounds, which he doesn’t appreciate and yanks your hair to pull your chin back up

klaus tearing your shirt down the middle as he continues to fuck you against the wall, not caring that everything that is being done can be heard throughout the house, choosing to instead take pleasure in it

the pinching of your nipples which cause your screams to increase in volume

klaus taking your tongue in his mouth and sucking it

your hands gripping him tightly, holding on as best as you can as the heels of your boots dig into his bare ass

and it only taking a low groan in your ear of, “come for me, love.” for that withering band to snap

your legs began to shake as mascara tears flow down your cheeks, your entire body shuddering as you scream his name with all the air in your lungs

pleasure reaches every single part of your entire being as your high seizes you, the warming feeling of klaus’ seed inside you only prolonging it

and when you’ve come down from your high, you only stare at him, waiting for him to pull out

which he does not and instead says

“i am not finished with my revenge, darling.”

#klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson headcanon #klaus mikaelson smut #the originals #original groupies

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ryushiho · 3 years

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dramatic irony

pairing: iwaizumi x fem!reader (oikawa is involved as well)

contains: smut, oral (both giving and receiving) brief mentions of drugs/alcohol, oikawa, angst, angsty sex, brief mentions of non-consensual touching

w.c: 1.6k

a.n: its sad lul! also im working on a long gojou fic nd im gonna divide it into chapters! thats why ive been a lil slow in writing other fics like these haha

His sweatshirt slipped from your shaking hands, the white fabric deflating with a huff as it hit the floor.

Your heart dropped like sacks of wet concrete, anchoring your feet to the club’s alcohol-stained floor.

You knew he was popular with women, that every inch of him radiated sex and a good time. But he’d told you over and over again he was yours, that none of the women who lusted after him could even compare.

So why was his lips mashed against theirs, legs twining as though they were snakes in heat? Why were their fingers twined into his hair, breasts pushed against his naked chest?

Why?

It was the click of the closing door that finally drew his attention away from the women.

It was the sight of his crumpled sweatshirt that finally flushed the force-fed alcohol and drugs from his brain.

It was the teardrop stains patterning his sweatshirt that had him staggering out of the darkly lit room, sprinting across the floor despite his sprained ankle.

It was the music that drowned out Oikawa’s desperate cries of your name, just like it had drowned out his mumbled no’s and stop’s.

Tears blurred your vision as you slammed on the accelerator, raising cacophonies of angry honks and swerving cars in your wake. You didn’t know where you were going, where you were supposed to go.

Home was no longer an option, not when everything in that place reeked of him. No place in this damned city was an option, not when everything reminded you of him.

Fuck, even the stars were a cruel reminder of his eyes—the way they would twinkle when he smiled, when he’d sleepily confess his love for you.

You swerved the car into the nearest street, killing the engine with shaking fingers.

Utter silence filled the small space, crushing your lungs until you were gasping for air. Fingernails dug crescents into your neck as you clawed at the weight, struggling desperately against the incredible pain. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt…

It hurt until it didn’t.

It hurt until a wave of cold apathy flushed your heart: the brain’s attempt to save your sanity.

You stepped out of the stuffy car and into the brisk night, skimming the area. A dry chuckle burst from your lips when you realized where you were.

It was as if the universe loved torturing you.

Before you could even finish knocking, Iwaizumi yanked the door open and pulled you into an embrace.

“Iwa, what the–”

“I heard you cry,” he murmured, stroking your hair. “Come in, it’s cold.”

The door clicked behind you as he drew you inside his house, leading you into the living room. Settling you into the leather couch, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“You’re shivering,” he frowned.

You looked down in surprise. “Huh.”

You hadn’t noticed.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

And it was that one sentence—the warmth of his voice, his arms, his gaze—that had your walls crumbling, raw emotions bursting through you in a wave of desperation and need.

“I need you,” the raspy plea burst from your lips.

Iwaizumi flinched, your voice sending shivers straight down his spine. “Baby, wh–”

Your frenzied kiss cut him off, arms choking his torso as you devoured his lips.

As Iwaizumi returned your fevered kiss, the pieces began to click in his head. Your shrieking cries, the dented and clipped car, the heartbreak in your eyes…

Damn Tooru.

Only a bastard would take advantage of this situation. Only a desperate asshole would let you tug off his shirt and unbutton his jeans. Only a sick fuck would let you spit tear-stained saliva on his cock, let you take him in quivering lips that seemed like they were seconds away from bursting into a sob.

For you, Iwaizumi Hajime was a desperate fucking bastard.

“Fuck,” he couldn’t help but groan as you pumped his cock into your mouth.

For you, Iwaizumi Hajime was a sick fuck—one that had lusted after his best friend’s girlfriend of 6 years, one that had dreamt about your lips, your cunt longer than that fucking Oikawa had dated you.

He screwed his eyes shut, pushing away the guilt from his mind. He knew this chance would never come again. He’d make it last for the rest of his lifetime.

“Look at me, baby,” Iwaizumi hissed, digging his fingers into your hair. “That’s right, just like that.”

You moaned around his girth, his words slicking your cunt.

“Suckin’ my cock so well,” he caressed your hollowed cheeks. “Ah, fuck.” He tipped back his head as you forced yourself down his shaft, his thick head mashing into the back of your throat. “Balls fuckin’ deep, that’s right, my pretty baby,” he sighed.

His seed tasted as salty as your tears.

Iwa’s cum still stained your lips as you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, lips locked with his as you slipped off your panties.

When you finally tore away, gasping for air, he could still see the tears pearling your eyes.

He had time. He could stop you right now. He knew you’d regret this. He knew you’d never look at him the same way again, with the same pure love… the same, platonic fucking love.

Irrational rage filled Iwaizumi—he didn’t know if it was rage for Oikawa, who’d made you like this; rage for you, who’d never looked at him with the same lust, the same love he had for you; rage for himself, who was letting his clearly distressed friend fuck his selfish ass.

Regardless of who the rage was directed towards, Iwaizumi only knew it filled him with a singular purpose.

He’d make you remember this. He’d make you remember this night, make you never be able to look at him again without thinking his cock stretching your little cunny.

He’d make you remember him.

You gasped in surprise when Iwa wrapped his fingers around your neck, the grip almost bruising. “Iwa…?” you strained out, eyes flickering towards his heated snarl.

He gave no response; instead, he pushed you off his thighs and slammed you into the couch. Iwa’s strangling hold on your throat shackled you against the leathery surface, your body left completely vulnerable to his advances.

His lips were hot when they latched onto your clit. Iwa’s tongue lashed harshly against your sopping flesh, the wet muscle fucking your twitching entrance.

It was so different. Oikawa ate you out to bring you pleasure; Iwa ate you out to devour you, to take everything you had to offer and make it his.

You keened as he sucked your clit from its hood, teeth grazing the bundle of nerves. “Iwa!” You writhed in his vice-like grip, trying to alleviate the pleasure. “D-don’t! It’s too much!”

“That’s the fucking point, baby,” he growled, his eyes flashing dangerously. He buried his head in your thighs, his lips sucking and slathering all over your throbbing cunt. “Tastiest fuckin’ cunny,” he groaned, each word punctuated by wet slurps of his tongue.

Screams burst from your hoarse throat as you came over his tongue, slick spurting uncontrollably from your cunny.

“Fuck yea, cum all over my tongue,” Iwa growled, gulping down your gushing arousal. “Creamin’ so good,” he moaned happily, his fingers tightening around your already-bruised throat. “You like that?”

You nodded against his grip, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Were you crying from overstimulation, or because Iwaizumi’s words reminded you of Oikawa’s own grunted praises?

You didn’t know, and you didn’t care.

“Need your cock,” you cried out, hands clawing for his body. “Need you inside me.”

He didn’t even give you time to adjust—and he was big, bigger than Oikawa. No, Iwaizumi wasn’t fucking you to make you feel good; he was fucking you to make you remember him.

And oh, you would. You cried out sputtered moans as he rammed into your cunt, his hips bruising your thighs with every brutal thrust. Animalistic grunts tickled your ears as he plowed into you without restraint, his cock bumping into the hard pucker of your cervix.

It hurt, but the sting of pain was a pleasurable one. His frenzied fingers flicking your clit only intensified the waves of euphoria rushing down your body. You curled your legs around his torso and squeezed, just like your cunt’s choking clamps around his cock.

“Mm, fuck,” he growled, dipping his head down to suckle on your breast. “So perfect,” his snarl faltered for a second, but he schooled his expression back into a lust-filled grimace.

You threw your head back and howled, bliss pushing you to that brink. “Gonna cum, Iwa,” you screamed.

So lost were you in your pleasure that you failed to recognize the silhouette in the open window, the familiar red sports car next to your own.

And as you both hurtled into ecstasy, a shadow reeking of club-sweat and alcohol turned away and slid into his car.

Iwaizumi flooded your cunt with ropes of his hot cum, his deep groans drowning out the rumbling engine of Oikawa’s car.

When he slumped against you, spent in his orgasm, he found you sniffling silently, salty tears pearling your swollen eyes.

Sighing softly, he pulled you into his chest and pressed his lips into the crook of your shoulders.

“You still love him,” he remarked.

You nodded against his chest, tears mingling with the sweat on his skin.

“Shh,” he crooned, stroking your hair. “I know.”

Only when you fell asleep did Iwaizumi finally allow himself to cry.

Somewhere outside of Miyagi, Oikawa leans against his car, a cigarette lolling in his fingers. His voice is gritty as he whispers into the phone.

“I’ll take it.”

“You will?”

“Book a flight for Argentina. I’m leaving tonight.”

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aetherknit · 3 years

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answering dnf/smp!dnf song truthing asks under the tag because there’s a lot of u <3

“maybe this is what i need, 'cause i've been movin' on for miles and miles / runnin' off instead of facing you, but if i do / you won't be home” yeah.... yeah

“never wanna sleep till noon / never wanna see you with those red eyes, those red eyes / never wake up in my room” the long distance sleep schedules of it all </3

i heard this song months and months ago without knowing the name and ive been wondering about it since so this ask kind of blew me away??? thank u anon ur psychic. ANYWAY dnf

“Not god, not us, but something in the middle / But you know I was still down on my knees like it was a religion // And all you can remember is that it was long awaited” im just gonna leave this here for reasons

“And you know you love him / And you might be in love with him // And you're falling in love with him /

I kissed every stranger in the corridor that night I think I was searching for a taste of you in everyone” i wonder if u guys can hear my wailing from where in the world u live bc im abt to break the soundbarrier <3

AND I DIDNT EVEN MENTION THE STRONG HANDS STUFF

omg [old person voice] this takes me back i was OBSESSED with the ready set as a young teen..... i would listen to their whole discography on my mp3 NJFKDGS

I AGREE. this song is so “ur driving me crazy because u wont be clear whether u want me or not” and that is So dnf. the taste

[nsfw warning for this one] okay so here’s the thing. dnf is not an enemies to lovers ship. but i love enemies to lovers. and i love dnf. and the energies in this song........... well. i’ll allow it. au time where theyre enemies to lovers (bc i think they could have the potential in the right circumstances) -- “i spent years calling you pompous, haughty, and vain” + “each time you speak i want my hands around your throat” .... (eyes back at you)

youth - daughter

“And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones / 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs” mmmmm corruption... loss of humanity

“Well, I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette / I'm a lifeless face that you'll soon forget” a lifeless face..... losing ur home/past/self

“and you caused it / and you caused it” when he caused it :pensive:

heavy in your arms - florence

“my beloved was weighed down / my arms around his neck / my fingers laced to crown” OKAY SO WE’RE JUST JUMPING INTO IT

“and he took me to the river / where he slowly let me drown” im going to lose my goddamn mind

“this will be my last confession / I love you, never felt like any blessing, oh // whispering like it's a secret / only to condemn the one who hears it” im miserable im actualyl miserable this song got me. florence always GETS me

THANK YOU GUYS FOR ALL OF THESE VERY VERY GOOD

#using the word truthing very very lightly here dw dw #not the inconsistent lyric formatting </3 #this was like half of my unanswered inbox ill get to the rest later im playing dnd #ask #rpf /#song truthing #thats a tag now

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purpletyrant · 4 years

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some suzune costume remixes ive had on the backburner for a WHILE.... i started the sketch ages ago and only recently found the motivation to finish them.

i remember really, really liking the suzune costumes when i first read the manga in high school. when people criticized them, i felt sort of resentful about it. but now that im older, can you tell ive switched sides? :P besides, i also redesigned kokoro... why not keep going after GAN?

as always, design notes below!

for each of the girls i wanted to go for a theme that didnt deviate far from their original concept. i had difficulty, though, coming up with a new central idea for arisa. for all of GANs faults, you can definitely *tell* which girls he designed because of certain quirks he gravitates towards. every girl in harukas team definitely feel like they all belong in the same group. he also noted in the past that arisas design was his favorite... and to that i say... okay!

so for arisa i settled on an edgy red riding hood. think of those grimdark fairytale retellings that people love to rehash all the time... red riding hood reimagined as an ax-wielding werewolf hunter or something. i thought it would tie in nicely with both her color scheme and her backstory as a meek and bullied girl who becomes the aggressor when her magic grants her a newfound strength. as i worked on her, i noticed similarities to mami. with the corset, white sleeves, etc. i guess this arisa is sort of an anti-mami... unreliable at times, quick tempered, childish, and rash. i played around with her colors a LOT and am still not 100% satisfied, but pink and red are always a dubious combination anyway. maybe in this riding hood context, suzune is the big bad wolf?

chisatos theme has always alluded me. for a while i thought she was meant to be a flight attendant or an officer jenny-style police officer. gan has stated that he based her off of disciplinary and swimming themes. hm! well, it took some digging to find out that her hat is a garrison cap... i actually tried to draw her tiny triangular cap, but it was so hard to get right! so i just drew her a more realistic one. while keeping the sleek silhouette of her upper half, i gave her 40s-style pants and replaced her pistols with dual rivet guns because she sort of gives me rosie the riveter vibes... and no, the irony of that statement is not lost on me! i love how the bell of her pants changes her silhouette, how it draws the eyes upward to the details of her jacket and cap. i can imagine her walking confidently in this new garb. its a more dignified costume to die in. ;)

finally suzune. i loved black rock shooter around the time i read suzune, so i really liked the design similarities. however, it looks constricting in practice, and i had another idea in mind. how cool would it be to model her off of her surrogate mother, tsubaki? tsubaki has such a weird color palette imo, she hardly looks like she belongs in the franchise... but her outfit is still solid and easily to remix. so for suzune, i sucked all the color out of tsubakis outfit, removed the frills, and tweaked the skirt and shoes to give it personal flair. i kept thinking about how spooky it would be to see this suzune in an alley after hearing rumors of “the ripper” ... doesnt she look like a classic ghost? theres a solemn, haunted feel to this more serious outfit... and since suzune possesses tsubakis fire magic, it feels like a fitting tribute.

in case you were wondering, no, i will probably not find time to do matsuri or haruka. :P but i really like matsuri anyway, she was always my favorite, so i doubt id have much to gripe about.

#suzune magica #madoka magica #magia record #magireco #suzune amano #chisato shion #arisa narumi #mad artz

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turtle-steverogers · 4 years

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alright babe heres the first 5 I saw: "why are you covered in neon body paint?" "best not to ask" and "I cant breathe, I cant-" and "I cant walk just go on without me" and " ive had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with" and "hey guys im here and im ready to bitch"

hey guys, saph and i were facetiming earlier and she dared me to finally answer this ask she sent in like fall 2018 except i had to use all the prompts and the result is…well, i’m not sure what it is. but its got criminal race and spot and a cryptic ass albert who makes lava lamps for his niece. so yah. enjoy!

warnings: its pretty much crack, but there is a brief anxiety attack

ship: platonic race/al/spot

word count: 2490

editing: no

Something a Little Off-Kilter

Race was nine years old when his ma grabbed him by the chin, turned his face towards her and told him in all her harsh Italian-mother sternness, “We do not run from people, Antonio. You have Mancini blood in your veins and Mancini’s do not run!” And Race, with eyes blurred from tears and nose dripping with blood from the fight he’d just fled, nodded vigorously before trudging miserably to his bathroom to clean up (and cry a little more).

But he’d learned two things that day. One: what a maiden name was and that his ma’s is Mancini and two: running is for losers who never want to stop running. And he’d more or less kept up that sentiment, even if it cost him a black eye and some dignity in some circumstances. Like that one time in eleventh grade when Spencer Reiding called him a fairy and in turn, Race had beat the living shit out of him until his little entourage had shown up and knocked him out cold. But seriously, ‘fairy’? It’s not 19-fucking-50.

Race supposes, though, that all good sentiments meet their maker at one point or another. Self-preservation over morals and all that, right?

“Floor it, Christ, are you flooring it!?” His grip on the ‘oh shit’ bar is white-knuckled and he can hear himself panting as he twists in his seat for what’s probably the hundredth time. The blue and red flashing of the cop car that had been following them is nothing but a speck at this point, but Race isn’t really keen on taking any chances right now. Tonight had been a close fucking call.

“Yes, I’m flooring it, asshole!” Spot shouts, swerving around a lone subaru that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere on the otherwise empty stretch of desert highway. Normally, Race would be surprised at the sheer lack of cars that are out, but he supposes 4 am in buttfuck Arizona is not prime time for travels.

Letting out a little whine, Race turns to face forward again, stealing a quick glance at Spot as he does so. He can see the faint worry lines on his face, reflected from the miniscule lights of the dash. They’d opted to leave the headlights off for optimal covertness, but the moonlight over the desert proves to be more than sufficient.

Spot’s anxious, Race can tell. He remembers a year ago when the two of them had first met in that dingy bar in Brooklyn. Spot had been nothing but a stoic mask at that time, only showing faint hints of amusement every now and then. It had been incredibly disconcerting, especially to Race who wears his heart on his sleeve, to behold such utter passivity, but Race had since learned to read him. Spending everyday together for twelve months is really the best lesson in a person’s tells, Race has found. And really, when he spares a second thought to it, their situation and relationship therefore, is a strange one. Two broke college grads down on their luck and bearing fuck all from their families meeting by chance and somehow finding themselves stuck in a loop of money laundering and identity theft in order to stay above ground. Maybe not the best solution to their problems, but hey, Race never claimed to be smart with his choices. And the rush of adrenaline is as much of a drug as the coke they sell on the side.

“God fucking damnit, is he still following us?” Spot says, eyes flitting to the rearview mirror.

“Dude, he caught us balls deep tryna break into a fucking bank. He ain’t gon’ let us off that easy.” Race says, “Jesus fuck I told you we should stick to the other stuff. We were making big cash just fine pulling paychecks from easy civvies.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can tell me ‘told you so’ when we get somewhere I can think.” Spot sounds exhausted and on-edge and Race himself is looking forward to this whole ordeal blowing over so they can find a place to ditch this car and grab a new one and maybe crash at some shitty inn no cop would think to look. Yeah, laying low for a couple of days sounds perfect right now. They don’t even have to leave the room. Denny’s orders in, right?

“Oh, I will.” Race says, sighing an internal sigh of relief as the distant lights of a small town come into view. Thank god.

Spot mumbles something that sounds like, “Fucking finally,” and eases up on the gas, turning abruptly once they enter the city perimeter.

They’ve gotten good at this: losing tails, but Race still holds his breath as Spot loops around the backroads of the town, looking for a place to dump the car. It’s a few minutes until Race can see the lights of the cop car reflecting off the drug store they’d passed upon first entrance and he hisses out another curse, jabbing Spot in the arm.

“Stop here,” He says, “If he finds the car, fine, but he sure as hell ain’t finding us in it.”

Spot looks like he wants to fight back, but instead, he surprises Race by pulling to a surprisingly quiet stop by an old auto-shop. He gestures for Race to get out and swiftly grabs their duffels from the back seat, tossing Race’s to him, both pausing when the cop car cruises in front of the alleyway closest to them. Inaudibly, they let out synchronous sighs of relief when it continues on.

They cheat behind the auto-shop and are barely settled into identical crouches when a quiet, “Psst,” captures both of their attention. Race jumps violently, only barely recovering in time to slap a hand over Spot’s mouth as he begins to shout in surprise.

“Over here,” the voice whispers again.

The two of them turn to look at where the auto-shop’s back door is now open and Race squints as the silhouette of a man comes into view. He can see the man waving a hand in front of him, beckoning them closer, before exchanging a look with Spot. A silent conversation passes between them, we’ve made bad choices before, what’s one more? And Spot shrugs a little before hoisting his duffel back onto his shoulder and tiptoeing towards the man. Race follows behind warily.

Now that he’s closer, Race can see that the man is about their age- young and a little rugged looking with hair that curls towards his jaw at the nape of his neck. His face and arms are splattered with- well, Race’s first thought is that it’s blood, but upon further inspection, he sees that it’s paint. Bright yellow and orange neon paint.

He has a lot of questions. Like, how the fuck did you notice us lurking behind your building at four am? And, why did you think it was a good idea to interact with two obviously suspicious looking men? But all that comes out is, “why are you covered in neon paint?”

Spot drops his head in a groan and the guy laughs somewhat maniacally, “best not to ask, it’s a long story. Well, actually it’s not. You see, it’s my niece’s birthday tomorrow and she really likes lava lamps so I’m hand making a few for her and that includes painting the bases and she’s going through that quirky eight year old phase where everything rainbows and neon is super cool, so I’m making them neon tie-dye,” he says it all in one breath and Race finds himself struggling to keep up, “anyway, the names Albert. You two look like you need some help. Wanna come in?”

The whole situation’s fucking weird, but Race and Spot exchange another look, this one holding the quick debate of, what other options do we got? And a moment later, they’re hustling into the dingy auto shop.

The lights are dim on the inside, but it’s a surprisingly cozy set up. The side dedicated to cars is immaculately organized, with a few hanging from the ceiling and others lined neatly on the ground, propped up on floor jacks where necessary. On the other side is clearly where Albert lives, with a couple curtains sanctioning off a twin bed and desk, where sure enough, three lava-lamps, varying in color and size, are set on a few sheets of newspaper.

Spot frowns as Albert locks the door, turning to them with a smile, “I’m assuming the cop car out there’s for you guys?” When Race and Spot don’t answer, he continues, too lighthearted for the situation, “Yeah, figured. Feel free to lay low here ‘til the threat’s passed.”

“If the police are clearly after us, aren’t we the threats?” Spot asks, “Wait, no, hold on, aren’t you gonna ask us what we did? Aren’t you put off at all?”

Albert waves a hand, “Nah, I do this all the time. Just don’t try to murder me and we’re good. You look like nice enough people, just a little down on your luck. I don’t mind you camping out here while ya need.” He sets off towards his desk, seemingly to finish the lava-lamps, “The door across from the supply closet is technically an office, but I stuck a mattress and some blankets there for people like yourselves. Feel free to crash. If the bull comes by, I didn’t see anything.” With that, he’s gone. Behind the curtain as if he’d never been there.

Race blinks, bemused, and looks at Spot.

“What the fuck did he mean, ‘I do this all the time’? Who the fuck is this guy?”

Spot shakes his head, looking more lost than Race has ever seen him, “Hell if I know.”

The office-turned-guest-room turns out to be more spacious than Race had anticipated and he and Spot are sitting on the mattress, munching on granola bars that were placed unceremoniously in a bowl by the door, when they hear a knock from outside.

Race feels a pit of dread form in his gut and he lowers his granola bar, appetite lost. It’s the cop, it’s gotta be. Who else would be knocking before dawn? And oh god, they’d left the car right out front, how much more obvious can they be?

Race glances at Spot, who’s also stopped eating, and hisses, “If he catches us, run. Go on without me.”

He means it, but Spot just huffs out a bitter laugh, “As if. Now shut up.”

They strain their ears, listening as Albert opens the door, feigning sleep they know he hasn’t gotten in his voice, “Officer. Is there a problem?”

They can’t hear what the cop says, but Albert’s side of the conversation is fairly clear, “Hm? Oh, the paint? I was working on a project for my niece and must have dozed off before cleaning up. Anyway, how can I help you?” There’s a pause, “Two- what? I haven’t heard anything about no bank robbers, that’s terrible! I- oh, that car, that’s…strange, that wasn’t here when I went to sleep. Sure, you can check around back, but I doubt ya’d find anything. I’da heard if someone were moving around out there and I didn’t hear nothing last night. Yes sir, I- oh? Nah, I’m afraid I can’t letcha search my shop. Not without a warrant. Mm, sorry officer. Yes, I understand the caliber of the situation, but it is my legal right to deny your entrance to my home without substantial reasoning. Mhm, but see, that’s a hunch. I don’t see no warrant. Okay, officer. Yes. just around back. Go ahead. Alright, officer, okay. Nice chat. Goodbye.”

The door closes a second later and Race lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. All at once, the adrenaline of the night hits him. They’d almost been fucking caught, Christ, what if they’d ended up in jail? What if they still end up in jail? He couldn’t survive jail, fuck, he wouldn’t even be able to afford and lawyer and shit-

His body is shaking, vibrating really, and a weight is steadily growing on his chest. Involuntary tears prick at his eyes and he brings a hand up to the front of his shirt, tugging as if that would release some of the pressure from his lungs.

“Race?” Spot sounds distant and Race turns to him, knowing he looks panicked, but having no capacity to change that, “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” Race says, voice high and pitchy, “I can’t really breathe, I can’t-”

“Shit, hey, it’s okay. I think you’re having an anxiety attack,” Spot says, sounding uncharacteristically gentle, “I know a lot happened tonight, but we’re okay,” He places a comforting hand on Race’s shoulder, “Just breathe, it’s okay.”

Race nods, closing his eyes and focusing on Spot’s touch, allowing it to ground him. A few moments later, he’s feeling calmer, if still a little shaken.

“You alright?” Spot asks, not removing his hand.

“Yeah, I dunno, man,” Race says honestly, “It’s been a rough ass night and all I want right now is something to drink and someone to cuddle with,” his eyes fly open as soon as the words are out of his mouth. He hadn’t meant to say that. He’s not sure why he said that. It’s not even like he and Spot have that sort of relationship, nor is he particularly seeking that out. But now that it’s out there, Race wouldn’t say no to some good old physical comfort.

Spot seems to sense that and laughs a little as he removes his hand from where he’s still gripping Race to sling his arm around his shoulders. It’s a little more intimate than they usually are, but friendly and comfortable nonetheless. Race takes a deep, shaky breath and rests his head back against the wall, leaning into Spot’s side.

“Yeah, it’s been a fucked up night and I think I’m still deciding whether or not it’s real or just some weird fever dream,” Spot says, “Like, who even is that guy? What the fuck is his deal?”

“Lord even knows,” Race says, “But I think I got my fill of crazy for a while.”

“Yeah, me too.”

They lapse into silence and Race is just starting to drift off when the door to the office opens and Albert pokes his head in, somehow covered in even more paint than before and holding up a bottle of tequila, “hey guys, I’m here and I’m ready to bitch. The cop is gone now, though I wouldn’t recommend skipping town just yet- better safe than sorry. Also, bank robbers, huh? Haven’t had your kind in a while. You’re a fun type, though the arson that I met last week was pretty spicy. Anyway, drinks? I know it’s early for alcohol, but I get the feeling y’all need it.”

Spot doesn’t even try to lower his voice as he says, “Yeah, I don’t think our fill of crazy is over yet.”

don’t ask me what that was about, i genuinely don’t know

thanks for reading, chiefs

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syncogon · 4 years

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rainbow sea 星游记 new movie!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RToCz1Arveo

heretoforth referred as rs3 because i called the first movie rs2 and bc i still dunno what to call 风暴法米拉

LET’S. FUCKING. GO.

(when i have no fellow english fans to talk to i have to make up for the lack of hype all by myself)

i thought the news was fake, i had to reread it to be sure, i could NOT believe that after 3 years they would just drop it on us with 0 warning!!!

the poster is... beautiful... i cri...... (please... more posters??)

notice the silhouette of his dad in the bg too :0

hang in there maidang bb fight off the darkness

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RToCz1Arveo

the trailer/teaser wasn’t directly linked in the announcement posts, but!! i found it!! and it’s also really good and made me exponentially more hype!! because i’m me i’m giving this the frame by frame analysis treatment.

when i saw this i couldn’t tell if this was an old scene redraw, or just an old scene, or a new scene... i think it’s a new scene? in the past they’ve been at a river and this looks like an ocean. but it’s so cute! look at baby maidang and how he’s sitting!

so cute..... baby...... don’t cry ;_; also i still love the eye styles in this show

:eyes: but also how the markings have spread aaa :(

ooh i forgot this was what... europa i think? looked like in this. it looks so cool

go gudong! i hope he plays a more significant role / has more character moments

white eye??? mm i never figured out how i should spell his name. whiteye? white-eye? bc redeye looks nice as is but too many of the other pentachrome end in ‘e’, blue, purple (maybe violet)... maybe i should just call them baiyan hongyan etc... but yeah im also super hyped to actually see the other pentachrome in action!!! it been 9 years man let us see more of them!

wondering what challenge this is. i hope this competition is more than just straight up fights now haha

DIYA BEING BADASS! HER POWER IS SO COOL PLEASE LET HER USE IT WELL DIYA I LOVE YOU if i didn’t already have a new discord pfp from the poster i would totally use this screencap ngl

auroras also being badass!!! love his power too. GOD IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR CREATIVE AND CREATIVELY USED SUPERPOWERS ive been a superpower high since hh13 and also my qzgs superhero au and now this just keeps getting better!! wonder if we’ll get more char dev for him? please? more of him being embarrassed around diya? 呵呵

yeah this whole thing is really just me yelling huh

MILONG MILONG MILONG MILONG MILONG MILONG MILONG MILONG

i’m going to cry

IT’S BEEN TOO LONG

WE WERE ROBBED OF YOU LAST MOVIE

I’M READY TO SEE YOU FIGHT AGAIN AND BE BADASS AFTER YOU HAD SOME SENSE KICKED INTO YOU

AND ALSO HEAR AH JIE’S WONDERFUL VOICE

I’M GONNA CRY WHEN YOU APPEAR

WILL YOU HAVE NEW MOVES FOR US ooh actually i wonder if others will too

MILONGGGGGGG

wait since when did he have a knife/sword?

just some pics. fight scenes!

aaaaaaaa

sis boom rah

yo what’s with the ground here

it’s ya boi redeye!!! actually looking scared/shocked/alarmed!!! im so hyped to see him in action again??! kick his ass and save maidang!!! was auroras fighting him?? (man im kind of hoping to see tang wude again too but probably he’s still stuck on pluto sadd)

man i should do some screencap redraws tbh

aaaaaaa

i was super curious about the 3 figures here, but it might just be metaphorical - middle one is definitely redeye, other two look a bit like kela and kaliya

quiet sobbing

but yes im very very excited

hmmmm she wasn’t in this at all but i hope we get more of shu!!! (and her robot ofc.) theory of shu being milong’s long lost sister has so much support please let it be true. i gotta post that thing i wrote three years ago. (and the other rs things i wrote 3 years ago)

oh wait we didn’t see the guy that redeye reached out to at the end of last movie! the guy counting primes. wonder what role if any he’ll play? who is he?

what else.... aaa i do wanna see tang wude too and more of his umbrella powers hehe

im just. so hype. i bet this also prob won’t be more than like 70 min but by god am i ready. 3 years for this, please let it be good. i also hope i can watch this soon bc idk when it’ll be available. i wanna pay to support them but idk if i can...

all my love to the rainbow sea team!! see you soon, fly again!

#rainbow sea #synco talks #also icb we got this before qzgs s2 LOL #mine #also perfect timing for me having finished the rs musescore... i wish i could send to them

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Hello! I just read your post on the thing around Crowley’s nose (i’m jewish) and I have to thank you because I always felt uncomfortable about it but never had the words to explain why Anyways, you said something in the post about the decision to cast DT as crowley and I was curious about your thoughts on that?

thank you for the kind words love !! i made the post because i was feeling uncomfortable and unsettled by how some people were drawing crowley, but it took me a while to finally figure out why ! when i did, i had decided to write the post ! i’ve been putting off answering this question for a while, since ive also had other people send me asks with the same thing. but ive finally decided to do so (for a second time, bc i lost my original answer from a power flicker at home).

i probably could have worded what i said better in my post, but i didnt, so now its time for me to explain what i meant by saying that david tennants casting decision was antisemitic. im going to preface this by saying i dont think the casting director OR gaiman came into the decision for antisemitic reasons, nor do i think david was cast ‘just because of his nose,’ as some people have been claiming i said. i just think it was an unfortunate side effect to the decision. gaiman said that david was picked bc of his unique silhouette for the church scene, but that doesnt change the impact it has. im also going to touch a bit on his character design in the show, because this is my post and i can do what i want.

gaiman said that crowley was based off of him (though this might just be tumblr lip service, since i cant seem to find any source saying this, so feel free to correct me if im wrong). so, my initial thought would be that gaiman wouldve and shouldve cast a jewish actor for the role. he was raised jewish, and is jewish, even if he doesnt actively identify with the faith, and if crowley is based off of him, why wouldnt he pick a jewish actor to play him? we all know he didn’t, because he picked david. david isnt jewish in any capacity, just really really scottish. but, he looks like he could be jewish. im pretty sure i have an uncle that looks uncannily similar to david, and im 100 percent jewish, which isnt much, but is something i just think is funny.

if i remember correctly, gaiman has also claimed that he wrote crowley in response to an antisemitic scene he observed in a play. two defining explanations for who crowley was as a character before he had ANY kind of character traits were that he was based off of gaiman, and he was written as a response to antisemitism. this screams pretty jewish to me, but again, a goyish man was cast to play crowley.

why would it be antisemitic for this to be the casting decision for our resident snake man? im glad you asked, my fellow jew in arms, cause i have many things to say and no word limit.

we were all first introduced to david in mainstream media from doctor who, where he had a very different look compared to crowley. now, both the tenth doctor and crowley are very different characters, but there is something they both have in common. theres a persona that is settled deep within both of them that they dont like anyone to see, sans a single person (rose and aziraphale respectively). the time lord victorious versus the nice demon, obviously there are other similarities, and david has played characters that aesthetically are much more similar to crowley than the doctor was. there was that one movie about lesbians where he played that goth hipster dude, among others. but, fanart for david for these two characters are so drastically different its sometimes shocking to remember that they are played by the same actor.

david reminds me of my uncle who loves to wear the locust mask at a passover sedar because he thinks its the funniest one. david has the same nose as my grandfather. crowley uses yiddish in teh show. has was cast out of heaven for questioning G-d and the infallible plan, which are two very jew-y reasons to be kicked out of heaven. hes the serpent of eden, which is supposed to be the first real icon of evil -- as well as something a lot of christians will attribute to judaism.

crowley is almost undeniably jewish, but he is also littered with antisemitic features. as i said in my original post, a lot of the features that really define crowley, when combined, points towardsA a very antisemitic caricature. crowley in the book is described as having dark hair, which most fans interpreted as red. gaiman and the costume designer decided on red hair for crowley, as well as making it curly when its long. both of these decisions are deliberate alterations from the book description. one could argue that gaiman would have the best idea of what crowley looks like because he and prachett wrote the book together, but they also purposefully left the descriptions to a bare minimum.

it was the combination of (antisemitic) character design decisions with david tennants jew-passing goyishe look, that i feel the casting decision was unintentionally antisemitic. no one intended for it to be that way, but to have a non-jew play a character that is so visibly interpreted to be jewish, its insulting. especially when you add multiple layers of antisemitic character design on top of it.

id be glad to further elaborate, but i feel like this post has gotten long enough, and is a little obnoxious. everyone is free to reblog this post, as well as my original one, goyim especially. if youre not jewish, do not make a negative comment. come talk to me, and we can see why you refuse to acknowledge antisemitism.

#good omens #crowley #anthony j crowley #antisemitism j crowley #anti neil gaiman #wow this turned into. a super long post #Anonymous #peter talks

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feral-anarchy · 5 years

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Mornin’ had this cool dream.

Which I always have the best dreams if I wake up then go back to sleep.

But it was me (except I was a blue eyed raven haired hot guy) and a bunch of friends. We were on a cruise and an accident happened half way through and the ship pulled a titanic minus the iceberg.

My group of friends got washed away from the rest of the ship which saved us because everyone else aboard got sucked under and killed.

We ended up washing up on this island that was really weird that no one knew was even there and for a long while we just panicked and tried to figure things out. I don’t remember if we found natives first or this magic stone in a cave that turned us all into crazy strong awesome looking creatures that resembled the natives (I was still hot with black hair and blue eyes but I looked like this guy from this YouTube video: https://youtu.be/r0s0E_WsqvQ ) but whichever happened first it happened right after finding a odd looking skeleton on the beach.

We found the natives at this “bar” where they clustered about and were told that we washed up on this ancient island that has existed hidden from the rest of the world and we had slipped into their dimention bubble- and we werent the only ones who have done so.

Turns out when the island needed new guardians it would “summon” them. Of course we asked about that and was told that the previous guardians were killed not to long ago and the (insert name cuz I don’t remember) race kept coming onto their island via their oen dimention rip and trying to take over and murder everyone and if they got to the stone they could destroy the entire world and get into the human world where they could feast.

They were three times as large or larger than us and resembled dinosaurs but in thick clunky square-ish shapes like blocks on blocks. They could speak too but it was more gutteral.

They were cruel monsters. Well my group left the bar and fought amongst are selves because 1: we didnt ask for this 2: we shouldn’t have to fight 3: if we dont fight the world could end and everyone we love 4: we had to find a way home 5: could we ever go home? 6: fighting monsters!? Probably dying horribly like that skeleton we found?? 7: we were monsters now too! Could we ever be human again? Needless to say there was a LOT of arguing and a blond girl (we changed but not that much) decided to not fight and leave the group. She ended up betraying us in the end and got eaten in a horrible way because of it. But that was at the very end.

The first time we see the monsters was terrifying and it was like the horizon along the beach split. Harsh light blinded us and the ocean receded. We had no idea how to fight or control our new skills.

Two of our friends got slaughtered and we all got terribly hurt. The monsters retreated though cackling- this was fun for them! They had just been playing with us. Of course the group freaked out and we all faught again.

We decided to look for a way home and in the meantime we would fight. To protect our dimention and ourselves.

So we learned to fight- and quickly.

We learned of the island and of legends about two children and these eggs that could save everything for all eternity rendering guardians useless. But it was only a legend and had never come true or even looked like it might come true at any time. Especially considering the children- human children- would have come from the bad guys dimention. And all the humans on their dimention were dead and eaten eons ago.

We got our asses kicked so much. But we won each fight none the less. There was this one short and stout very blocky shaped big bad who was yellowish who developed this last relationship with me (they often retreated in fights and we found out who were the leaders and head soldiers because we couldn’t kill them. They’d just retreat at the end of a battle)

It was this playful, nasty, sadistic and sexual relationship that was COMPLETELY one sided. Remember, im a raven haired blue eyed hot guy with a tail.

I recall he had a fondness for spines. He groped and licked my face with a giant gross tongue before injuring me with a hard blow to the gut or a kick thatd send be skipping across the ground like a rock. We got the hell beat out of us all the time.

It was right after a big battle when we thought they were coming back. Light split the sky and the waves drew back. We waited, terrified and defiant but it was no monsters that appeared but two tiny silhouettes that got bigger until we saw that it was a young boy and an older girl. Maybe 7 and 10? They were tattered brown gross long shirts and looked like they had been through hell. The girl was blond with freckles and the boy was dark tan (like Ezran from TDP) with brown hair. They were carrying a round wicker basket. We raced to them as they were followee by some lower monsters.

We killed the monsters and brought the kids back to our natives. It was revealed that these kids were the prophecy! And in the basket they had- eggs! Some were crushed and their yolks ran but some where still good. They all looked like colorful cool looking rocks.

Of course the big bads figured out their humans had escaped along with their eggs because of the blond traitor who ratted us out when they raided the “bar” with the natives in it and told them our weaknesses in exchange for her own life, and launched their biggest assault weeks later. Bit we had healed and were ready to die like the guardians before us.

We found out she betrayed us because she was with them when they showed up all calm and in formation. Erie and smug. The big bad leader had her on his shoulder and told us of her betrayal in exchange for her life before snatching her with his giant hand and tore her apart and devoured her sloppily before our eyes.

My enemy across the front lines was across from me, he caught me attention and sexually licked his lips looking me up and down and I glared in return, a growl rumbling in my chest and my lip twitching to a snarl.

Then suddenly thr battle began! Some of the natives who knew how to fight were with us this time because this was the fight to end all fights!

The “bar” is where my personal battle endes up with my monster as the battle as a whole spread quite far. We were a large group to begin with and even moreso with the natives but the big bads brought their whole force.

I recall being grabbed by the face after being stunned by a gut shot them tossed into the ajr3 where I was met with a huge knee in the gut that sent me flying straight up and slamming my spine across the top of a doorframe bending me backwards. Teeth bared in pain I fell and the door frame crumbled around me. I lay there for a moment then groaned, rolled my eyes exasperated and rolled myself over to get up to continue the fight.

Elsewhere the children raced to get to the magic stone with the eggs, which kept getting broken which redered them useless but there were still a few left.

We didn’t know the finer details of what they needed to do but they did. Together they needed to break an egg over the stone using the stone to crack it, then together needed to grasp the stone with the yolk, fingers laced together with the others hands until a light shone from the stone. This would take the childrens lives in exchange for protection.

I was able to get away to help protect the kids as they ran to get to the stone. My monster followed but one of my companions were right on our tails!

As my monster had me on my back, me holding him off by the throat with my staff, his tongue lolling and dripping bit fat stinking globs of saliva on me I shouted to my companion to “Keep going! Protect the kids!!! Ive got this..”

I kicked my enemy off and we continued to battle.

Back on the beach it was an absolute bloodbath and it seemed the enemy was winning. Injured and exhausted the group and what remained of the natives continued to withdraw to the center of the island as our enemy pushed on.

Back to me and my monster. He was telling me all of the disgusting sexual things he was going to do to me before and as he was killing me. I tried to block him out best I can, rage filling me when he mentioned what he would do to my friends once he was done with me and I lost it when he smirked and began to comment on what he was going to do to the children after as I had grown attached to them and loved them at this point.

With a ferocious roar, teeth so bared you could see gums I lept, caught my monster off guard and slammed my staff through his ugly mouth and pinned him to the ground, finally ending it.

Moments after as I was staggering, gripping my bloodied arm trying to head to the stone to protect the kids a mighty light shone from the middle of the island. The children had done it! They were finishing the spell! They had one last egg to use and they did it!!!

A giant wave of power and light swept through the island, bent the trees and kicked up sand at the beach where the main battle was.

Everyone paused, the big bads looking horrified as one by one they started to disintegrate. They tried to run back to their portal but many didn’t make it, especially the leaders and our personal enemies.

I could have collapsed then and there but I had to get to the children.

As i was about to enter the mouth of the cave a native came out looking joyful but sad. She had been there to protect the children as a last effort though she was old and weak- i think she was the healer and still had a tiny bit if magic.

She told me not to go in for I would find nothing but starlight dust. The children were no more, they had given their lives for us all.

Tears ran down my cheeks without shame and the healer and I began to make our way back to the beach.

On the way I found my friend who I had told to keep going to protect the children- he didn’t make it.

We kept going until we got back to everyone. We were so happy! But… Could we go home now? Did we even want to? Were the world’s sealed for good now?

Exhausted we collapsed and were wrapped in bandages.

That night a great celebration was had! A feast, bonfire, the whole 9. I was leaning back against a log by a fire, a drink in my hand and my friends around me. I placed the drink down, my eyes begining to droop.

Someone was doing a silly impersonation of our battle and I chuckled at them, a smile on my face and one arm draped over my bandaged stomach, hiding the pool of blood that was slowly seeping out of me.

My friends, the cruise, getting turned into guardians, the battles, how long we had been here. The fight of our lives- the children who gave theirs.

It was all so much and so amazing. Smiling I quietly chuckled again at the dancers antics, my friends around me.

Still smiling my head lolled to the side, I heard one of my friends ask my name in quiet concern, my vision went dark…

And then I woke up.

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