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this dickwad with LED headlights just fucking blinded me at 8 in the fuckign morning. dude
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*grabs you*
Your personal take on h4nk noms. Headcanons if you will
you and your H4nks >:Y alrighty lemme give it a whirl
kinda depends on which variant of h4nk we're talking about honestly so i'll list a few for each
H4nk: greedy bastard pred, loves to tease whoever he can grab for a snack, usually fatal if its not someone he really gives a shit about. Enjoys the chase and all, sorta hellish to escape from unless you're smart about it. doesnt mind tiny prey or same sized prey hes not picky really. Though he does have a bit of a softer side for his favorite preys, though sometimes still fatal he sometimes just likes to have someone close for a lil bit. will still tease but more in a friendly sense of things.
M4g H4nk: Calmer on all fronts mostly..not in battle tho you're fucked if youre a enemy. Can easily get at you even if you're hiding, big lads very strong now and if he wants you badly enough he will get you. for frineds and in calmer situations hes surprisingly gentle and sweet if he actually does like you. can get drowsy or just very chill with a full stomach, def purrs like a fuckin car engine. can be considered a comfort pred for some bc somehow hes v caring about who he eats.
Spider H4nk: (yeah im stealin your lads fight me) slightly mischevious and tends to just grab from above, hes used to snaring prey without being seein so its a hard habit to break. likes to mainly grab friends if hes not super starving and tuck them away for a bit. Multiple stomachs here! the secondary stomach is a bit bigger and used to hide prey but not the fatal type most of the time. prone to wrapping you up in webbing before tucking you away. venom can be sued but is mostly to make unruly prey drowsy and easier to handle for a bit. Mostly uses venom on those he figures are gonna be a problem (mostly doc or anyone else if they havent been sleeping at all). curious and tends to just lurk on the ceiling or high spots. can be easily bribed out of nomming with foods.
Ch4ser: Cold! Since me and AcornCake tend to canon him as some near ghostly entity his insides are cold as hell. Uses his inhumanly cold interior to subdue prey without doing much. also for funsies and more for fear feeding needs we gave him the ability to manipulate size bc whats worse than trying to outrun someone who can phase through any material but someone whos getting bigger and bigger everytime you escape his reaching claws? Not usually fatal since he survives off of fear+emotions mostly..can be swayed tho with certain foods if you can bother getting him to listen. Can just chase you through your own home or prolong things by dragging you into his pocket dimensions that act like liminal spaces. No idea how long you'll be there or when he'll be done with you but maybe hell let you back out once hes sated. Can and will make the other H4nks prey when he wants, none of them really can fight him due to his abilities. He enjoys seeing regular H4nks pride get broken and turn to fear as he towers over them as time passes.
Naga H4nk: bastard noodle, doesn't care 90% of the time who he noms, no one's safe with this fucker in the vicinity...well unless ch4ser is around, reptiles and cold do not mix. Constantly hungry so will be always fatal for anyone he can grab, not even M4gs are safe with him. Can possibly be bribed with food but he can and usually will add you to his meal afterwards.
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Aight so you should write something of Jack and Race just straight up Vibing. I do not care what era, what au, whatever. Just some quality Jack and Race chaotic vibes if you please. Have the greatest night ever! Oh my gosh wait what if then Spot and Davey find out that the boys are being Dumbasses. That'd be funny. Anyway im tired and you should have seen all of the typos i made typing this now we should both go use the sleep.
A/N: this was SO much fun thank you oh my GOD,, it's been a hot minute since i've written anything for canon era but i rlly liked this <3 no period-typical homophobia bc i said so
Read On AO3!
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“You are such a damn idiot,” Racetrack says as he smacks the back of Jack’s head.
And, okay, Jack knows he is, but Race didn’t have to say it.
“Can ya shut up about it?” Jack asks with a deep frown, shrugging the blond’s arm off from around his shoulders. “I already kickin’ myself; I don’t need’a hear it from you, too!”
“I can’t believe it,” Racer laughs, and throws his arms up. “Ya just lost your shot with Davey!”
“Did not!”
“Ya called him ‘angel’ in front of tha boys,” Racer sneers, then leans his head back, laughing loudly. “Ya- ya just said it! No preamble!”
Jack storms down the street, but Racer follows closely behind, laughing like it’s the funniest thing in the whole goddamn world. It wasn’t anything bad- Jack had been selling with the boys, and they all figured that going to Jacobi’s would be nice; it was a hot summer day, afterall, and the lot of them haven’t been by in a while. With a little help from some of the older boys, like Race, Al, and Finch, Jack had gotten the chance to buy enough food for the group of ten or so newsies to share.
Including Les and, by extension, Davey.
Of course Davey was there. Why wouldn’t he be? Ever since the strike, Davey had been pretty well integrated into the group. Sure, he was still a little awkward at times, but he was respected.
And since he was respected, he was constantly with the boys.
And that’s supposed to be a good thing.
But not for Jack, because nothing ever goes right for Jack.
All Jack had said was “Get’cha some food, angel,” and the whole fuckin’ table lost their minds.
“You’re fucked,” Race chuckles as he catches up and once again slings an arm over Jack’s shoulders. “But, lucky for you, your second in command just so happens to be an expert in the world of love.”
“You wouldn’t know ‘love’ if it slapped ya in your ugly mug,” Jack mutters underneath his breath.
“I know that ya shouldn’t’ve left Davey back there,” Race says in a dreamy voice. “Did’ja even see his face, Jackie? He was lookin’ at you like ya hung the stars for him, and ya just walked off. I wouldn’t’a done that.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jack asks, raising a brow in annoyance. “What would you do, Higgins?”
“I would’a kissed him in front of everyone,” Race says with a shrug. “Gotta show ‘em who’s boss.”
“I--” Jack stops himself with a frustrated groan. “Ain’t you ever shut up?” He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. They must be quite the show; people pass them on the street. Couples walk hand in hand, kids play in the road with little wooden toys, and no one seems to be paying them any mind, but Jack looks seconds away from punching Racer in the face and Racer is laughing again.
Finally, Jack growls and stomps his foot. “It wouldn’t’a been a big deal if ya could’a kept your mouth shut!”
“Hey,” Race holds his hands up in surrender. “All’s I’m sayin’ is that ya better sweep in and get Dave, ‘fore anyone else gets any ideas. He’s obviously sweet on you,” He says as he crosses his arms. “That’s why I came to get’cha! Ya just stormed outta there-- Davey seemed pretty upset.”
“Upset that I called him… that,” Jack clenches his fists, letting out a deep sigh. “It don’t matter. He don’t like me like that.”
“You’re fuckin’ blinder than Specs,” Race deadpans, then grabs Jack’s shoulder and looks up at him. “Have ya seen the way Davey looks at you?”
Jack scoffs. “He looks at me the same way he looks at everyone else, I don’t--”
“Cisco.”
Jack cuts himself off, eyes widening just slightly as he meets Race’s eyes. He looks deadly serious now- it feels off, but Jack knows that Race only gets like this when he has to. He’s authoritative and serious as a heart attack when he puts in the effort to be.
Race stares straight into his eyes, tightening his grip on his shoulder. “Davey loves you,” He says as he furrows his brows. “Everyone can see it but you. He’s fallin’ hard, Jackie- has been for weeks, and you ain’t gonna do anything about it?”
Jack gulps, hard. “I… I don’t know what to do,” He admits, and rubs his face.
“What’d’ya mean, ya don’t know what to do?” Race rolls his eyes. “You’ve had a ton ‘a girlfriends in the past, just do--”
“No!” Jack shakes his head. “No, Davey’s- Davey’s different. He’s… He’s just different, okay? Mierda, every time I look at him, I just… I get so scared, Racer,” He sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Dave deserves so much, and I can’t give him any of it. I… I ain’t good enough for him, and he doesn’t… get it.”
Race watches him, a sad look on his face. “Davey’s willin’ to take anything you can give him,” He murmurs, then takes in a deep breath. “Look, I just--” Race shrugs, looking down. “It’s hard seein’ the two of you so upset. You think you ain’t good enough for him? He’s thinkin’ the same damn thing. He’s thinkin’ he ain’t good enough for you.”
“He’s too good for--”
“Who cares, Jack?” Race shakes his head. “Do ya love him?”
“Of course I do,” Jack says with no hesitation.
Race nods. “Then show him. One ‘a the fella’s from Queens likes him, and if you ain’t gonna get with him…” Race trails off, taking a few steps back, before turning and walking back in the direction of Jacobi’s. “Now, come back, and fuckin’ kiss him already. You two are gonna make me go gray, I swear to Christ.”
“¡Vete a la mierda!” Jack calls after him, standing still for a few moments, before groaning and following. “Racer-- Wait up!”
“Sbrigati, cazzo!” Race yells as he breaks into a sprint. “You got a boy to confess to, Kelly! Let’s get a move on!”
Maybe Race is right. Maybe Jack is a damn idiot.
But not for much longer.
#jack kelly#racetrack higgins#davey jacobs#david jacobs#javid#javey#newsies#newsies live#livesies#toursies#jac writes#kitkat tag
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HappybBirthday to your Friend!!! And Mrs Z, thanks again for hosting another Sin Day. Can I please request, Mr Logan, fingering his wife until she sees stars? If you feel inclined to add dirty talkin Clyde I wont be upset either. I did look at the masterlist, but I might have missed something. So if this something you’ve already done, Im so sorry.
“We don’t have much time,” Clyde says as Mellie parks the stolen car just outside the Speedway. Joe hops out, following Mellie across the lot, leavin’ just you and him in the Mustang.
Clyde knows that y’all gotta follow too y’all got your own parts in the heist to play, but you’re wearin’ the shortest skirt he’d ever seen, and he wasn’t about to waste this opportunity.
He licks his lips and asks, “Spread your legs for me?”
You waste little time in getting yourself settled in the backseat of the car. Now that Joe wasn’t there to take up room, you could lie down and so you do, hiking your skirt up as Clyde gets out of the front of the car and comes to join you in the back. Clyde looked good, so fucking good in the sunlight like this. You’d visited him of course, had visited him just last week, but you hadn’t seen him like this in a hot minute, not since before he was incarcerated.
But as much as you want to savor the moment, Clyde was right, there just wasn’t that much time. So you kiss him deeply passionately, as his hand works its way underneath your panties, two thick fingers curling and crooking up into your pussy. Your arms grasp at his shoulders as your hips immediately begin to grind down onto his palm, and you moan moan moan out his name.
“Clyde! Oh shit, I missed this, I’ve missed you – yes!” You’re grinning to your ears, trying your best to keep your jaw from dropping open. Clyde shuffles ever closer to you and thrusts his fingers in and out, that feeling of being so full once again warming the pit of your stomach after so long.
“I know darlin’ I know, it’s been nothin’ but hell for me too,” Clyde covers your cheeks and throat with kisses as he pumps his hand, adding a third finger and making you moan, making you sigh and gasp, making your thighs shake from how rough his pace is. “’M up all night in my cell, fuckin’ my fist wishin’ it were this tight pussy, wish I could fuck you right and proper now.”
The words are hot and heavy as he pants them in your ear, and you know he’s got to be hard for you, his cock raging in the prison uniform he wears. Somewhere in the back of your mind you know he’s gotta change, but at present you don’t want him goin’ anywhere, nowhere at all, not when his thumb finds its way to your clit and gives a good rub.
“It ain’t the same, your fingers – oh! – oh fuck! Your fingers Clyde, they’re so good, so thick and long.” You babble, makin’ his eyes go real dark, makin’ his jaw clench from wantin’ to just shove his cock so far up into you, show you what’s really thick and long – but he can’t because that’d go shakin’ the car, and he can’t be bringin’ attention to himself, not like that.
“Yeah? You like when I stuff your cunt full? Come on my fingers baby, you’re so wet I could drink you up.” He nips at your earlobe and wriggles the three fingers as deep inside of you as possible, searching out your gspot while he swirls at your clit.
“Clyde!!” Your back arches and your eyes fly open, toes curling in your sneakers as he coaxes out an orgasm so strong that your vision whites out, spots dancing in the corners of your eyes. Still, he doesn’t let up, not yet.
“That’s it, c’mon come all over me -- damn you’re so sexy darlin’.” He fingers you through it, until you’re writhing and gasping for air, swallowing down lungfuls like it’s in short supply, chest heaving as you tremble all over, slick and come gushing onto his palm, clit throbbing, pussy fluttering around him.
He hates having to pull away, but he does, because he’s gotta change into coveralls for his disguise, you’ve gotta go catch up to the rest of the group, you’ve gotta go steal a shitton of cash. You know this, and you collect yourself as best you can wish shaking jell-o limbs, givin’ him a blissed out beautiful smile as he straps the buckles of his prosthetic on.
“You go in there, move that money, and I’ll return the favor before you gotta go back into the big house, okay?” You say softly, nudging him with your knee as he climbs out of the back of the car, smooths his hand down underneath a trucker cap.
“You sure sweetheart?” Clyde looks at ya carefully, looks at how damn beautiful you are, fixin’ your skirt and gettin’ out after him, sunlight bouncin’ off your skin, your hair.
Stepping up on your tiptoes, your smile tickles his ear as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and promise,
“I’m sure – think of it like a reward; you had me seein’ stars, so I’m gonna send you to the moon.”
#clyde logan x reader#clyde logan/reader#clyde logan x you#clyde logan/you#clyde logan imagine#clyde logan smut#logan lucky#adam driver character#Anonymous#cowboy answers
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i know that the audacity of what im about to ask is off the charts bc you're already too good to us, writing fic left and right and updating a lot soon but im SO weak over the parenting group!AU that im right here to beg for a snippet of it, if you feel like sharing!
Haha, the audacity is not off the charts at all! I can give you a snippet! Sorry it’s coming a little later – when you sent this to me this morning, I was like ‘oh god, everything I have is too ugly to post’ haha, so it gave me an excuse to tidy up a scene I’d drafted already which is fun!
I will say as just a heads up, I’m operating now on a one-out-one-in system for multi-chaptered WIPs. So when I finish CYF (which is basically done, just got to post the epilogue!), I’ll be starting to post the pirate au, and when I finish See You in the Light, I’ll be starting to post this parents group au, and then finally when I finish If It Wasn’t for All the Lights, I’ll start to post the BDSM au! It’s probably a deeply flawed system, but it’s the one I’m going ahead with, haha.
Anyway!
A snippet of the parents group au!
“C’mon, pop,” Rio grunts, trying to get the tabs free on the side of the diaper as Marcus kicks out his legs, squirming up the back of the change mat like he’s trying to slip up on out of the thing, and shit, the last thing he needs is the kid to smear Rhea’s Earth Mama Angel Bottom Balm up the back of his new hoodie.
“I have spare diapers if you need to borrow one,” Beth says at the change table beside him, having apparently gotten Jane into her new one in record speed, and Rio lets his gaze stick for a second, watching as she makes even easier work of getting Jane’s thrashing legs back into her pink polka dot leggings, like it’s nothing at all. It’s enough to make his jaw rock, his attention twisting back to Marcus, trying to get the tab unstuck again, but his fingers are still oily with the diaper rash cream, and Marcus’ face is gettin’ redder, and he just can’t get his grip.
He tugs Marcus back towards him, dropping a hand to his son’s belly, tickling a little to try and calm him down, even as he levels Beth with an irritated look.
“Yeah, what part of this looks like the diaper’s the issue?”
Somewhere outside, he hears her friend laughing, the sound loud and warm over the pinging arcade machines and the banging of the bowling balls hitting the polished floor of the lanes, the crack of one hitting pins, and - - and he ain’t being fair.
Knows that.
It’s not her fault he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing.
Still, when he glances sideways at her again, she’s unbothered by his tone – not pissed like Rhea would be, or wounded like his ma – and something about that bothers him more than it should. Instead, Beth shrugs, fixing her gaze back down on her daughter.
“It just looks like it’s one of those organic ones, right?” she says, gently lifting Jane to put her onto her belly for a few minutes of tummy time – just like Nance had told ‘em to in class – before turning to better look at Rio, her eyes tired as she watches him yank again on the tab of Marcus’ diaper. “I tried those with Kenny, and I just find the tabs always - -”
Riiiiiiiip.
He can feel his pulse in his throat as his cream-covered fingers clench around a handful of torn diaper, can feel it even harder behind his eyes, his blood thrumming hot beneath his skin and damn, it ain’t anger, it’s just - -
Fuckin’ exhaustion.
He pulls the diaper out from underneath Marcus’ bare, wet-with-diaper-cream ass and stamps his foot hard down on the peddle of the bin beside the change table, tossing the whole damn thing in with more force than necessary, and he’s expecting Elizabeth to have that look on her face again – that one that’s some mix of pity and judgement or even worry at seein’ a guy like him snap – but it ain’t even really a look at all. She’s just magicked up one of her kids’ diapers from that Mary Poppins bag of hers, and holds it out to him.
“If you loosen the tabs and open it up a bit before you get it under him it’ll be easier too,” she offers, and Rio grunts, plucking it from her hand and fixing his attention back on Marcus’ flailing legs, sucking in a breath to calm his frayed nerves, before gently lifting his son again to get the diaper up underneath him, adjusting it to get it in the right spot, trying to avoid Marcus’ kicking feet, and it’s just - - sudden.
That’s the thing.
Because Marcus’ legs calm down right in time with Beth’s arm suddenly pressing into Rio’s, and Rio blinks up to see Beth reached over and her finger is curled in Marcus’ tiny fish, and Rio tears his confused gaze away from Beth to look up and see his son smiling, that one that makes him look like the whole damn sun, and he keeps smiling, even when he shoves his fist – still clutchin’ Beth’s finger – right up into his mouth.
And he’s gonna stop it – ain’t like he loves other people’s kids chewing on his knuckles – but he finally gets Marcus properly into the clean diaper, and before he can do anything else, Beth’s just started talking.
“That is a strong grip,” she whispers, so quiet it’s almost like she doesn’t want Rio to hear, and her voice is light and bright in a way he ain’t really used to hearing. “And very warm slobber, which is what you want from slobber. I mean, can you even imagine cold slobber? Like a ghost. I will say Billy from class has some weirdly cold slobber, so you stay away from him, mister.”
Rio just - - blinks, his brow furrows, his lips parting, but when he opens them all the way, no words come out. Instead he just stands there like a dumbass, watching this woman half-bent over her kid and his at the change table of a bowling alley, her strawberry blonde hair falling down, concealing her face so all Rio can see is his son’s, and how whatever it is she’s doing makes his son happy, and he can’t really explain any of it, but he just - -
“Oh my god, Paulie! Twins!”
“Amber, don’t - -”
Whatever Paulie was about to say is lost to the rest of the parents’ room as Rio spins to see a skinny, leggy blonde thrust a toddler with milkshake-vomit down his shirt at some guy with frosted tips like this is the fuckin’ 90s, and dart towards them in a wave of too-sweet perfume. She’s so fuckin’ quick (or maybe just - - y’know - - awake given her kid’s old enough to vomit milkshake instead of formula), instantly peering over at Marcus and Jane on the change tables, an easier feat now that Beth’s standing up again, her finger reclaimed, rolling Jane back onto her back on the mat.
Amber’s cooing is instant, and Rio sighs, grabbing Marcus’ pants from where he’d slung them over his shoulder and starting to shake them out.
“Oh my goooodddd, they’re like those ones you see on TV! Paulie!! Look!! Like, one’s just like mommy, and one’s just like daddy.”
Which - - Rio blinks, looking sideways at Beth, who just seems to be watching Amber with that same neutral, Stepford Wife-look she gets in class. Rio sets his jaw, shaking his head, as he starts to bunch the pants up in his hands, ready to put them on Marcus, opening his mouth to correct the other woman.
“Nah, they ain’t - -”
“You think so?”
The words are offered so suddenly, so sharply, that Rio’s head spins back around to look at Beth again, his eyebrows raised at her interruption, but she doesn’t look back at him, just keeps her gaze fixed on Amber. She wrinkles her nose a little, purses her lips, before dropping a hand back to the change table while leaning forwards a little, almost conspiratorially.
“We’ve been thinking about signing them up for auditions, but I don’t know,” she waves a hand suddenly at Rio, who only blinks at her. “James here thinks it might not be the best idea.”
And okay, for starters, fuckin’ James? She really wants to play him like that? But also - - just - - y’know. What the fuck? Rio stares at her, taking in her widening eyes and her baggy mama sweater that does exactly zero to hide the fact that she’s stacked, but also the fact that she’s holdin’ herself kinda different all of a sudden. Like she’s caught him looking, her gaze darts towards him, and it’s so quick he almost misses it, the way she just sort of - -
Shrugs.
Rio scoffs a little – a sound Amber clearly reads as about the audition and not about this whole damn show – and turns around, putting on a smile for Marcus as he finishes bunching up the pants and pushing them up over his tiny feet.
“Men are always weird about this stuff, but you guys should totally be auditioning them! Like, I could literally see them in commercials for formula. You know they always put the cutest ones in them, because they want to trick regular people into thinking that their product’s gonna like, magic you a better-looking baby.”
Which - - look, Rio can’t exactly say it’s a surprise. He’s pretty sure his sister changed her kids’ brand of juice because one of the ads had one of the little girl’s playin’ Daisy Doctor instead of Holly Housewife. His thoughts are interrupted though when Marcus sneezes, and Rio leans over enough to grab a tissue from Beth’s diaper bag, vaguely aware of Paulie rounding the change tables for the sink, and tugging off his own kids’ shirt and it’s really only then that Rio realises he hasn’t even blinked at the smell of vomit, which - -
Okay, actually, that could be the fifteen years working in a bar.
“You know, I think I’ve heard that,” Beth says, and the girl makes a humming noise, her bowling shoes tapping a little on the tiled floor.
“Well, that’s an insider secret for you. I lived in LA for like, ever. It was almost two years. I mean, closer to one, but that’s basically 40 Hollywood years. I even once auditioned to play a mom in a Baby’s Only commercial. I mean I didn’t get it, but I think it was because I was like, too in shape, y’know?”
Which - - shit, Rio coughs a little to cover a sound he doesn’t even know, a laugh? A scoff? Why the hell is she even talkin’ to this woman?
“Wow,” Beth says though, her voice loaded with concern. “That’s gotta be discrimination.”
“I know right?”
And it’s Jane who wobbles at least, her bottom lip quivering, her legs kicking, and Beth turns around instantly, humming softly back down at her daughter, and before Rio can help it, his gaze darts over to her, watching as her face softens, her eyes glaze over, like they do sometimes, and he thinks of saying somethin’ to her, but shit, what? He doesn’t know jack about her.
A wave of perfume hits them again, and the second he finishes getting Marcus’ pants on, picks him up, turns around at the same time Beth does with Jane, Amber’s right in front of them, her gaze darting between Jane and Marcus, like she’s not sure which one to look at first.
Finally, she just sighs, clutching a hand forlornly to her chest.
“Like, I’m not even kidding. You made two really nice babies. Like, Paulie, tell them I’m not kidding.”
Over at the sink, Paulie grunts again, holding the toddler’s shirt under a furious stream of water, and Rio stares for a minute, watching the guy morosely clean up toddler vomit while the kid licks the rim of the sink. Rio resists the urge to gag as he bounces Marcus a little on his hip.
“How’d you two even meet anyway?”
And at least that much he should’ve expected. Rio shakes his head, gaze fixing back on Amber, the words ready on his tongue, but before he can say a damn thing, Beth’s cut him off again.
“It sounds so weird, but it was actually at an underwater research center.”
Which - - okay - - what?
His gaze flicks back to Beth, but she ain’t looking back at him. She’s just got Jane curled into her chest, nestling her face into her breast, while Beth hums a little, just - - blatantly fuckin’ lying.
“I was studying - - ” outside, a bowling ball hits the floor hard. “How sound affects - -“ she fingers her pearl necklace with the hand not clutching Jane, “Oysters, because I am a scientist, and James here was researching - - ” Beth’s gaze darts around, fixing on Marcus in Rio’s arms. “Marco Polo.”
Before Rio’s even had time to catch up to that, Paulie blinks up, confused, from his spot at the sink.
“In Detroit?”
It’s enough to make Beth stutter, her eyes blinking rapidly, and he really should just leave her to fix this herself, should leave her there gaping like a fish, scrambling for the tail-end of her own lie, and get back out to the group, but - - Rio sucks in a breath - - Marcus would be bare-assed right now if it wasn’t for her.
“Nah, man, west coast. We just moved back here to be close to family with the twins,” he drawls with a shrug, and maybe that makes it worth it – how quickly Beth reels around to look at him, and - - shit, have her eyes always been that blue? Rio blinks, jerks his head back around to Amber, rolling his shoulders back to undo the sudden knot in them. “One of those things, yeah? We met workin’ out there, but turned out we were both from here.”
He means to leave it at that. Should, really, but all he can think about is her in class – prim and proper and that look again, like she’s judging him, and she got them into this, right? Before he can think twice, he drops his free hand to her lower back, smoothing it around to hold the soft hip furthest from him, smiling toothlessly as Beth stiffens and then pointedly, deliberately, relaxes, while Amber holds her hand to her chest again, hums an: “Aww, that’s how you know it’s meant to be!”
“That’s right,” Rio replies, and he watches Beth turn her face up to meet him, her gaze darting across his face like she’s trying to figure something out, and shit, he’s just trying to match what she’s laying down. After a moment, Beth spins into him, her free arm dipping around his back, and something in him sparks hot and he just - - he hadn’t known how fucking small her hands were until one squeezes at his waist.
“Right, honey,” she says, voice high and too-sweet. “I was just so lucky. And speaking of our families, we should really get back to them.”
After that, it’s easy enough to pack up the last of the diaper bags, for Amber to dip down to help Paulie and the kid, and for them to slip out again under the distraction, and it’s just fuckin’ weird, he thinks, to watch that little character Beth had invented – all ease and charm – slip off her shoulders like a cloak, and he means to let it go, because what skin is it off his nose if she’s some sort of pathological liar? But as they duck between the groups of sprawling teenagers and middle America families ordering fries and picking bowling ball weights, guys shoving each other at arcade games, and kids feeding quarters into claw machines, he just - - itches.
So maybe he steps a little slower, matching her pace, maybe he looks at her, amused, a little goading as he says: “So you in some secret, new mama improv group, or what?”
And Beth just - -
Shrugs, and shit, she doesn’t even look at him when she says:
“You don’t ever get bored of just being you?”
Rio blinks, his step slowing all over again, taking in her tired look, the diaper bag slung over her shoulder, that shirt she’s wearing, stained with grubby children’s fingers and milk, that damn new mama smell that’s always up his nose with her, and he just thinks - - nah, not really, but before he has the chance to say it, it’s like she’s read it on his face. She hoists a snuffling Jane up a little higher and moves faster than she has any right to. Back across the bowling alley, back into their lane, nestled in the shelter between her friend and her sister, away from him.
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Grief Companionship
A/N: Grief Companionship is a request that I’m filling for a dear friend @shelbys-we-get-the-job-done , I really hope this lifts your spirits love after a hard time. Thoughts are with you. Sad that I think we all have been there to say goodbye to beloved animal and family member. Please feel free to share the love and your feeling in regards to this story.
What a story makes someone feel is so important to me. I’m really hoping it lightens a place in everyone’s hearts. Lots of love everyone!
Taglist: @zodiyack , @itsfrancisneptun , @shelbys-we-get-the-job-done, @amy-booxx & @fandom-fucking-shit
Pairing: Alfie Solomons X Reader
Word Count: 906
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Alfie Solomons didn’t expect to be comforting someone that day outside his lovely bakery. You sat by the curb with tears rolling down your cheeks. Eyes set on the road, a leather dog collar. Knuckles clenched bone white and aching. You didn’t even know how long you’d been sitting on the curb sobbing. Nor that the particular spot where emotions spilt so freely was in the way of an infamous gangster.
“What’s you cryin’ for, eh?” Spoke a voice from behind you. “It’s a lovely morning out here, fuckin’ beautiful. Not a cloud in the sky, eh.” Alfie didn’t have the best way of coming across. His language was harsher to those outside of the shithole he worked in or did business with. Scratching his left cheek, the man seemed lost in how to make the tears stop.
You didn’t do anything for a long moment before turning your head over the shoulder to see the unknown man. Of course, you’d heard of Alfie Solomons but never seen him. So, at that moment he was a perfect stranger not minding his own business. Wiping stubborn falling tears away from your cheeks. Weakly getting to your feet, you stumbled at the realisation that your feet had gone to sleep. It was like wobbling jelly when you tried to get your footing.
Before diving into the pavement, the stranger caught you by the arm. His cane caught the midsection of your body. Blinding a few times awkwardly. You couldn’t believe that this perfect stranger had helped you. Straightening up with his guidance, hand lightly against his arm squeezing as you gained feeling back in your foot. “Th-th-thank you,” you muttered feeling the fire of embarrassment in your cheeks. Feeling a creeping anxiousness about being caught out in a moment of grief and sorrow.
“It's no worries, sweetheart, no worries, eh?” Alfie Solomons said in his usual tone of voice with a little unhinged. When you let go of his arm, he scratched the messy beard. The Jew’s jaded eyes holding on to you for a moment, before looking down at the collar in your hand. Something from his assessment meant a great deal. “You lost yer dog then? Or, something else happened to the absent thing.” He asked in a hint of intrigue, thinking of his own dog Cyril. Loyal boy he is.
Looking down at the collar in your hands, the gravity of everything sinking in and so heavily. That pup was the final piece of your dad that you had after he went to the war and never came back. Dad had told the faithful hound to watch over the family until he’d come home. Your dad never came home and now his best friend is gone too. The pal that licked your tears away on the darker days, wagged his tail as you both ran down the lane. “Yeah, he died in the mornin’ cancer, the neighbour had to put ‘im down. He was mah dad’s ya see, one of the blokes that went to the war and never came ‘ome. His pal had been watchin’ over us since,” You muttered gaze lowered and the Jew gave a small nod in understanding.
“Ah, seems awful now doesn’t it, eh, love?” Alfie said looking over your body language reading it carefully. He was a smart man and enjoyed the sight of your beauty. Something in him seemed to be wishing to stop that sadness and tears that strayed on your cheeks. “I know the trick, you stay right here, right here, al’ight?” He cocked a brow running his hand through his hair, before offering a handkerchief from his pocket. Which you used to dab tears away.
Before watching him stalk off down the road, you felt the fool unsure of what to do. Did you just trust in this stranger and whatever he wanted you to stay in your place for? Head against the wall of the Solomons’ Bakery, you looked down the street where the man reappeared after some time. A hound strong and lovable powered one at his side loyally. Halting at your feet wagging his tail. Licking at the leather collar and your aching hands.
A ripple of tears warmed your cheeks once more, as you knelt down to meet the dog. It happily licks away at your tears. Just like your old pal did. Causing a sad laugh to leave your lips, and sniffles to fill the street. Noticing the man hand you the leash. “His name is Cyril, he’s a good boy, eh. Fuck off and go for a walk ‘ith ‘im, cheer yourself up, love. Old pal is with yer dad, it’d be like a grand fuckin’ reunion up there,” the gangster pointed to the sky above, and ruffled the messy curls on your head. “They’re watchin’ over ya, so don’t make ‘em sad by seein’ ya like this.” He said shooing you away with the loyal hound leading you to a park.
Together you snuggled with the animal for a time, patting him. Coped a few licks when he thought you were about to cry again. Affectionately the hound rested his head on your knee like a good boy. Easing the pain in your heart that had been festering all morning. Like a rawness and unreal nature to the loss. It still hurt quite a bit. But the stranger was right, it would have been the grandest reunion in heaven.
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SPOP Season 4 notes
Spoilers obvi
Gonna be a bit different from my s3 notes, as I’m p much just gonna liveblog stuff here- Since I dont wanna spoil my friends... Rip 😔
Ep 1:
Mom: Icecream cake :-D
me, sobbing: Mom I love you
Every time my mom does something I cry. I love and miss her sm
YALL JUST HURTIN PERFUMA LIKE THIS-
WHY CAN THE SWORD BE A MOP-
Ya know I always thought Hordaks red teeth were fuckin weird af
GRANDMA GRANDMA GRANDMA GRANDMA
GO GET MY GIRLFRIEND YOU UGLY KITTY
EMILYYYYYYYYY AWAAAA
They really out here just reusing the princess prom outfits huh?
Really though I swear if Entrapta doesnt come back I’ll scream. You cant just trade in my beautiful amasing gf for me. I know I’m great but I swear.
Rip Auntie Angella.... 😔
I wasn’t even there for the corrination- I kinda feel bad for that but... I was alittle busy... With somethin- Hell if I know what.
HELL YEAH QUEEN GLIMMERRR
Oh hot diggity Catra-
Look I may not like her but I can really respect her tactics....
EP 2:
Okay what does Perfuma have against the crimson wastes-
Hopefully its (Rightful) fear!
Oh nooo the gooooo
One does not simply call Adora soft
Aweeee Perfuma and Bow bonding...
Perfuma is cacti-phobic hahahaha
O.O Wheres the ship
Huntara eats sand and theres nothing you can do about it.
OOOO NEW TOWN NEW TOWN NEW TOWN
MEMEMEMEMEMMEMEMEMEMMEMEMEMEMMEMEMEMEME
AH YES MY FIRST WORDS ARE BEING SCORPIA AND FLIRTING WITH CATRA. HOW FITTING.
God im so dramatic I love it
Perfuma Im so proud of you bb
Hot take? Perfuma x Huntara
AWEEE IM SO HAPPYYYYYYYY
Honestly being Catra was always fun
Ep 3:
Pajamas Catra? Catra without her headband? Wild shit. Wild shit.
She cute tho ngl
Oh hecc its time to fuck with the rebels-
I s2g its rly lookin like my tl may just be flip flopped on which side I helped- Idk... its only ep 3 jfkbgf
Wittle moth society... so cute...
Flutterina... Adorable
SHE RA CAKE
The moth town leader is adorable. Precious old lady. I love her. her design is amazing. 10/10 I love her
Wait what-
Ohhhh my god what happened-
Catra if you dont start appreciating Scorpia right this second I swear to god I will appreciate her myself.
Flutterina is so precious. All her fangirling...
Are we gonna explorer the whole.. reaction catra has every time someone mentions the Portal??
MAGICAL SACRED BOND TIME
FLUTTERINA IS A PRECIOUS BABY AND I LOVE HERRR
SCORPIAAAA SIS GET OVER HERE LEMME HUG UUUU
Oh....
OH
O H
OKAY
I AM ON BOARD WITH THIS
Ep.4
Spinerella and nettossa are precious 100%
Okay but I’m right. tiny cute and pink. I didnt even catch it. I done fooled myself.
Am cutie
GRANDMAS BA C K BOIISSSSS
god I love shadow weaver. I miss her sm
B O BB N O
OKAY SPOT ON BO IMPRESSION!
IM SO CUUUTTTEEE
Yaaayyyyy Catras having fun!
WEAVER LIKES DAISIES. PRECIOUS. AWA. GWANDMAAAA
She makes great bait and u know it.
Oh no are the gfs fighting-
Catra legit thought glimmer was me I love this-
CATRA WHY DO YOU KNOW WHAT GLITTER TASTES LIKE-
..... Okay literally as I type thet I get mems of her eating glitter okay cool
Ohhh That was cool-
Hey Catra dont hide your grateful attitude you dick
God I love these girlfriends
LET WEAVER BE GOOD ADORA
This is cute
Ep 5
Kyle you precious little boy
Oh are they finally gonna develop these three?
Ditzy light hope is cute light hope
SHES ALL SMILEYYYY
I love Kyle launie and roheleo... Precious
“I made a crystal :-D”
“I know what will help!” “no dont-”
Kyle I love you
“Oh trust me the information is never gonna load for you.”
Lookit these... three siblings.... Blessed babes
COMPUTER MOM HAS EMOTIONS
AWA
KYLE BABY NOOO
HARD SQUINTING AT LIGHT HOPE
EP 6
Oh boi Scoria episode here we go
God I love that she kept Emily....
Scorpia is too bright and cheery for the hoarde. Redeem her damnit
Hecc I hate that Im being so mean to the best friend squad but oooog its so fun to watch
Emily’s personality is so cuuuteee -w-
Emily scared of Catra.. precious
SCORPIA YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER-
I wanna hug her so bad
Hehehehehehe >:)
Damnit Bo, ruining my work-
CRYING
Scorpias entrapta impression tho
SCORPIA YOU TOUCH THAT GARNET GOD DAMNIT
Im gonna cry, emilys recordings....
GOD I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND-
..... Whats goin on with the Garnet...
LET GLIMMER BE DARK
THE GREATEST HUGS, SCORPIA. GREATEST HUGS
Emily youre so smart.
SCORPIA FINALLY KNOWIN SHES WORTH BETTER HELL YEAH YOU GO SISTER
Catra rly needs a hug tbh
OHHHH HELL YESSSSSS
God I wanna know more about the scorpion kingdom....
Ep 7
Mermista you are too happy when holding everyone in a room against their will
OH OKAY THAT WOULD EXPLAIN WHY
SPOILERS MERMISTA
Ohhh hohoho I am lovin this story~
Shadow weaver bein an embarassing mom to Adora, adorable
Adora was absolutely suspicious of Weaver in my tl 100% Sure I made her more trusted, but Adora is stubborn
BFDJKGBFJKD ENTRAPTAS HELPERS ARE IN THE CASTLE
Ooooooo This is a great ep...
Ohh Im having fun arent I~
Ohhhhhhh Shiiiiiiiiiiit Rip selenious
Ep8
I hope yallre keepin an eye on me, Or I’ll get out >:-)
Awee depressed baby :-(
SHANTYYYY
OH THIS IS PRECIOUS
Seahawk this is a terrible idea....
This better be a musical episode
BDHJFBD WRONG KIDNAPPERS
I love depressed mermista
Return of the she-mop!
Oooo seahawk past....
Awee Catra misses Scorpia
And is finally realizin shes gone
O u c h poor Seahawk
OW GLIMMER
HELL YEAH MERMISTA
“A SEAGULL TOLD ME!”
Oooo Catra, a natural born killer~
I love bein able to finally see Octavia in action
Low key musical Ep, hell yesssss
I already shipped mermista and seahawk but this ep... Is just makin me ship it more....
SCORPIA HAS MOMS
The fact that it took this long for Catra to finally go to scorpias room and check on her
How the fuck do the boats work
Ep 9
OHHHHH Razz gets the sheras mixed up thats honestly so cute-
Razz... I lov u
I love her refrences to the old charas
Razzzz awe precious.. The first time...
Oooo I love seein Mara
AWEE LIGHT HOPE SOFT FOR MARA
Good I feel bad for Razz tbh??? hoppin back and forth between Sheras
MARAS TRANSFORMATIONNNNN
God she looks so much better than Adora holy fuck
NOOO RAZZ DONT CRYYY
HOLY FUCKING SH I WHAT THE F U CFDHFDJBKJGBSKED
Hot fucking damn I didnt expect this what the sh iiiiiii
I STILL WANNA HUG RAZZ-
Ep 10
DAMN IM SO COLD XD
That fuckin POOF
PLEAAASSEE LET ME AND WEAVER BOND PLZ I WANT MY GRANDMAAAAA
Let Frosta nap 2020
SCORPIAAAA
DONT SNEAK UP BEHIND SCORPIA
Daaaamn Catra... Go take a nap hun, you look terrible
Oh sweetie.....
Glimmer please you didn’t see what they saw.
Aaaannnnd Okay the queenliness is goin to her head cool
SCORPIA BABYYYY
Caaaatttrrraaaaa
LOOPY LOOP BETRAYAL
God I love them learning the ship
FBHJSDBFSJHVFD OH MY GOD FAKE TEARS
SHE DID IT IM SO PROUD OF HERRR
Ep11
Eeeeee I hope they find my blessed gorl.....
Whats swifty hearin..
OH SHIT SHERA DOESNT WORK-
I cant believe the first ones just have a fucking dump
MICHA MICHAM ICHA ITS MY UCLE I KNOW IT
HELL YEAH BAEBEEEEEE
I KNEW HE WAS ALIVE
Sweet my uncles just a lil crazy haha
MICHA I LOV YOU
Awaaaaaa
Glimmer loses one parent and gains the other. Girl only gets one parent at a time. Hahahaha
The world has to nerf her lmao
Hell yeah hes cool!
Okay cool proof that Lighthope just wants to activate the weapon
Guys just tell him she’s a teenager omfg
Hoooooly hecc
NOOOOOOOO aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
SHE RAAAAA
MY WIIIFFFEEEE
AAAAAAAA
YAASSSS
EEEEE
Ohhhh Scorpia is the key.....
Interesting.......
Ep 12
EVEN WEAVER IS CONFUSED
You bet you ass Ive escaped bitches >:)
-cries- I’ve missed my wife
Awaaa she never changes!
Someone hug Catra I s2g
DT nooooooo
SHE SHOWS NO CONNECTION BECAUSE YOU TOOK IT WEAVER-
I adore Weaver in this season- Who am I kidding, I adore Weaver in every season
THe hoarde is led by two kids who just need some tender love and care
God Ive missed her...
SWEETIE WHY ARE YOU SO CHEERY ALL THE TIME- AAA I LOVE YOU
squinty
Uhhhggggg I now hate that I remember having a runestone of my own
Tho I DO wanna know what kinda powers Scorpia will get....
Sweetie no non onononononononononononononoono
BABY NOOO NO NO O NONONONONONONONONONO
IM GONNA CRY SHE BETTER BE OKAY-
YESS BABY
AWAAA ENTRAPTA I LOVE YOUUUU
bdhsvfbjskbfd I can only do her hair bjkvfdbgfkd
OWO IM SO SMART YET SO DUMB
HORDAK TEARS?!
Hehehehehe YES I HELPED GLIMMER
Ep 13
Nobodies followin Catra anymore lmao
Ohhhh shit Catras gonna d i e
Rip in pieces Hordak
Ohhh shiiiiiiii
SEAHAWK LIL HEART EYES
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I love callin Catra out ohhhh my g o d
OOoooooo Lightning!
I gotta question that rn Glimmer...
Damnit Hordak aint dead...
Ohhh hecc hecc hecc hecc
OH SHIT THE SWORD-
Ya rly just teleport a whole room like that-
I like horde prime-
His eyes are cool and his palette is so much nicer aaaa
Fffffuck
Fave season so far
And not just cause I’m finally in it xD
Expect more posts when the mems really start pouring... Gotta figure out how all this changed in my TL since it DEFINITELY wasn’t just like this-
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okay this isn’t a theory at all but I wanted to talk about my 3 Zane builds... because I can and nobody can stop me ahahahahaha
I used this site: https://bl3skills.com/
so far they have Zane, Amara, and Moze available so you should 100% go check it out cuz the creator is doing god’s work and also making builds is fun
the kill skill build im probably going to use mainly on single player:
the reason it's a kill skill build is because the capstone for Hitman (Death Follows Close) is insanely powerful when you consider the Seein’ Red skill. That is, the Seein’ Red skill allows you to activate all your kill skills whenever you activate ur action skill. And Death Follows Close gives every killskill a 40% buff and +4 seconds. which is insane (I spent like an hour just doing the math for all my builds lol). This will be using Zoomer and the Clone, where Zoomer’s got both Bad Dose (radiation damage and movement speed/fire rate buffs for Zane) and Static Shield (if possible bc idk if u can take parallel augments- drains enemy shields and replenishes Zane’s (if not, we’ll take Winter’s Drone which does cryo damage)) and the Clone has Schadenfreude (when the clone takes damage, Zane’s shield is regened) and Which One’s Real (enemies will aggro the clone more often after teleporting - because we want our clone alive and taking aggro for as long as possible- if not possible then we’ll take Binary System in replacement of Schadenfreude).
this is probably going to be my crowd control build. It likely won’t be outputting a huge amount of damage but if there’s a lot of people and i’m being overwhelmed i imagine the quick action skill charges and the increased movement speed will help a lot
which leads me to the omgwth build that i am v proud of:
This one is my kamikaze build because when I’m playing with friends I like to do dumb shit, and dumb shit includes running into a fight im most definitely not going to win without dying. I take inspiration from suicide psychos.
so basically I’m gonna use the barrier and clone. The idea is to deploy both action skills at once (and pick up the barrier), then run into battle screaming shooting at enemies through the shield. Hopefully at this point I’ll have picked up a nova shield and, i think you can see where this is going, then I can run into the middle of a bunch of enemies and as the barrier’s timer runs out and my shield depletes, teleport out using the clone once the nova hits (we don’t want to be there too long or else our clone’s timer might run out, which is why I didn’t go for Hearty Stock) and let my shields recharge in preparation to do it all over again.
an explanation for a few skills that may make you go “why??”: i chose Really Expensive Jacket over Futility Belt bc the latter is a kill skill, while REJ is always active- a -50% duration of DoT’s is REALLY good, especially if i get DoTed before i teleport, then the shields immediately recharging after i teleport (Quick Breather) won’t take effect because they’ll instantly be knocked out again. Also Zane screams a LOT when he’s on fire and I’m good. I’m good. As for why I chose Duct Tape Mod, I wanna see if it works with the Infinity. if it does, then my god. that’s glorious. Am also hoping it fires a grenade with your grenade mod attached. If it does, then it will likely take from ur stock, which is another reason to have Pocket Full of Grenades. if it doesn’t, then it’s a vanilla grenade and I don’t think that will take from the stock (that’d be kinda shitty), and, hey, free booms.
The barrier stays active for 9 seconds (12.6 with both action skills active) and the clone stays active for 18 (25.2 with both skills active- not sure how this will work when one action skill runs out). The reason I got Violent Momentum is because bullet damage is boosted by the barrier (+20%) and that’s an additional straight +30% gun damage on top of that without any speed boosts as we “run” into battle, but, even better, I’ll be using the Charged Relay (bonus speed!) and Deterrence Field (touch the shield as i zoom towards you and get zapped asshole) augments for the barrier. We’ll also have the skill Supersonic Man, which will maximize our movement speed when the barrier is up. Which is exactly what we want. And, of course, the clone will have Binary System (cryo nova on teleport) and Dopplebanger (booms whenever the action skill ends). because we want to maximize the amount of boom happening at the very end of this maneuver.
The reason we’re going for grenade regen here (Pocket Full of Grenades) is because we want our clone to be a big strong boy so he can tank and output damage for us before going boom, since after we teleport to relative safety we’re going to need to let our shields regen. Binary System will cause a cryo explosion and Dopplebanger will cause a fire explosion, not the mention the skill that drops a ‘free’ grenade when the clone is killed (wondering if that stacks with Dopplebanger or not). without the Death Follows Close skill, we need to rely on the base 15%/s grenade recharge rate, so that leaves us with about 120% of a grenade 8 seconds after we kill an enemy. and, hopefully, with the way this build is gonna work, minimum 3 grenades before the next time our clone is summonable (with Adrenaline we get a 20.8 long second recharge rate w/ our clone and a 14.8 recharge rate w/ our barrier- 3 grenades would take ~24 seconds with max efficiency) and our shield is fully charged (not factoring grenade drops from enemies here)
Oh, also, my clone is getting a rocket launcher. because that’d be really funny with a +51% fire rate and +33% damage (not to mention the +10% damage from swapping places). If my nova shield burst won’t kill ‘em, then the cryo nova could, if the cryo nova doesn’t, then the rocket launcher could, and if the rocket launcher doesn’t, then the fiery explosion of death might!
... or the grenade, depending on if i detonate the clone or it gets killed before i’m able to. We’ll see.
my turtle kwami build (that’s a protection build for those of you who don’t miraculous ladybug) for when i think i'm gonna get absolutely fucked without shields and/or I wanna snipe:
focus on cryo sniping and surviving mostly. i love cryo but uh im not the safety/surviving type so i am slightly disappointed it’s merged so far into his barrier tree. Thankfully, i don’t mind sniping/supporting my teammates every once in a while so it’s not a problem, i can get my cryo fix lol. i still prefer pretending this is Jackass the Video Game tho
anyway we don’t care much about increasing shield capacity because if things go according to plan we’ll have the barrier up most of the time (base barrier recharge is 18 seconds, it will become 14.4 seconds) and tbh capacity doesn’t matter much if our shields don’t regen fast enough. also if we’re using amp shields for sniping, then we want the charge rate to be as fast as possible for that as well. We’re also focused on health regen for surviving bc snipers are squishy and we might not be able to get out of danger fast enough so we wanna healthgate, so we got both Rise to the Occasion and Salvation
We’re also using Confident Competence and Nerves of Steel to maximize our sniping potential. To maximize Cryo stuff, we’ve chosen the skills Best Served Cold and Cold Bore. The reason I want to maximize cryo stuff is because of Calm, Cool, n Collected which is fucking amazing, and on a sniper where the duration or recharge of ur action skill can be fully reset? BEAUTIFUL. (even though I’m not big on the Under Cover tree, CCaC is one of my favorite skills. Holy shit is this awesome). Cryo is also great on a sniper in general, as frozen enemies can’t dodge you spamming their crit spot.
We’re also going to get Seein’ Red so activating an action skill will set off all kill skills. These kill skills include Futility Belt (all elemental damage is set to non-elemental damage- basically a 22% damage reduction to all damage for 8 seconds), Salvation (weapons grant life steal for 20% damage (which is AMAZING) for 8 seconds), and Cool Hand (increases reload speed). The reason we’re aiming for reload speed is because we wanted Almighty Ordnance and getting Praemunitus wouldn’t let us do that, so we take the second best thing to magazine size.
Our augmentations will be Nanites or Some Shite (health regen, reload speed (synergizes with Cool Hand) and shield recharge delay (amp shield)) and Redistribution (increased gun damage by +9% for 3s whenever the shield takes damage). For Zoomer, we’re gonna take Winter’s Drone (in hopes that will still proc Calm, Cool, and Collected- if not, well, cryo is brilliant for snipers anyway) and Almighty Ordnance (for long distance missile damage. I was thinking this plus whenever Zoomer drops a grenade (which will be a singularity grenade) will be absolutely amazing).
anyway, if it wasn’t obvious enough, im maining Zane and i'm going to have a great fuckin time yeet
im hoping i’ll be able to min/max further with class mods and artifacts. I get the feeling Zane’s class mods will allow him faster recharge rate for one action skill (either depending on slot or whichever tree the mod buffs most). Artifacts are apparently going to buff movement types, which I’m REALLY excited for. I hope I can get some cryo damage going with my slams/sliding.
I am also very much considering a Hyperion and Tediore build for my kamikaze build until I get max level, then we’ll see which legendaries i need to grind in order to maximize chaos with my gear as well. Idk what kinda rocket launcher i’d get though. maybe something Maliwan... ooo you know what, do the CoV make rocket launchers? I’d love to see how the heat mechanic plays with the clone getting a copy of your current gun...
EDIT: edited to add links to each build.
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Spoiled Little Brat 1.5
Part 1 Part 2
Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]
Prompt: So if any of you pay attention to the dumb shit i be putting in the tags, you might remember seein this 😂:
So allow me to draw your attention towards.... these hands...
yall see them thick ass fingers... and them damn veins in his forearms... and them rough ass knuckles....
Sheiitt maybe I’m alone in this but idgaf 😆yall gone get this fic anyway.
A/N: I know I know, its another half chapter, and i know its annoying I haven’t been posting full stories lately, but listen nigga 😂😂😂 im tired okay 😂. Thank you all for still fw me though, the support is honestly amazing and I don’t tell ya’ll nearly enough how much I appreciate it. Just hang tight tho for a little longer okay 😬😬😬
Warnings: Daddy kink, Pre- smut/Smut??, Bratty!sub,
This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.
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You take in a shuddering breath at his words, and the promise behind them.
He changes up your position, unhooking his legs from inside of yours to bring both of your legs up and over his own. He spread his legs wide, causing you to slouch deeply into his lap open and exposed, making closing your legs incredibly difficult. You’d pulled your hands from behind your back to adjust comfortably, but didn’t know what to do with them afterwards. You tilted your head back against his chest and looked up into Erik’s eyes, your innocent face silently asking him for direction.
He looks down at you, an eyebrow quirked in both caution and humor.
“You ready to be a good girl now?” he asks you, and you nod your head, biting your lip.
“Uh huh. Yes. Please Daddy.” You really wanted him to get started touching you, so you’d say anything you damn well needed to make that happen. You just wanted his hands on you. Somewhere. Anywhere.
“Keep your hands where they are. Watch Daddy Princess.”
You fist your hands in the sheets outside Eriks thighs to keep them grounded. You watch as Erik moves his hands toward you again, the right one holding you down by your inner thigh, and the left one spreading your lips open again with his index and ring fingers, his middle finger reaching to pull right at the apex of your opening.
“Such a pretty fuckin pussy,” he whispers his admiration at you, and you twitch a little under his fingers from the praise.
“Open your mouth.” he tells you, and you immediately oblige, opening wide.
He takes the hand holding down your thigh and shoves two fingers into your mouth, pumping them in and out slowly.
You try and hollow out your cheeks and suck on them hard, but before you realize it his fingers are halfway down your throat, trying to trigger your gag reflex. All the while this is happening, Erik’s leaned forward and let another thick glob of spit fall from his mouth straight into your opening, and you moan when it makes contact.
You try and remember not to move too much as your hands squirm around in the sheets, and you focus on taking Erik’s thick fingers as deep as you can in your mouth, but he starts rubbing the hood of your clit in small circles with that middle finger.
Your whimpering and grinding into his hand now, trying hard to keep your own hands in place. He removes his fingers from your mouth suddenly, making you gasp for breath, and shoves them inside of you, going as deep as he can.
You seize up for a little bit, trying to both adjust to his fingers and control your pleasure enough not to cum.
He moves his fingers in and out of you slowly, scissoring you while he does it to stretch you even further. Your hips jerk up in his lap, your hands pulling at the sheets tightly woven between your fingers. His drags them hard up against your g-spot every time he moves out of you, and it doesn’t take long until your eyes are fluttering and you’re taking in ragged gasps of breath to keep from moaning.
“Why you so quiet mama?” he asks you, and you can hear the faux sincerity all but dripping from his voice. You hear the sound of his lips pulling back to no doubt reveal that stupid smirk of his.
You try to quickly peek up at him to see if you’re right, only to find him already looking down at you, face fixed exactly the way you thought it would be.
You huff and look back down, resolving to ignore the annoying ass nigga while you go back to concentrating on not moving too much. Bad move.
You don’t even have time to blink before he takes the fingers that were spreading your lips and grabs your clit with them, pinching and pulling it tight at the same time, the calloused skin of his fingers harshly grating against your bundle of nerves.
You choke on a gasp while your body tenses up, and the muscles in your forearm flex as you pull at the sheets again.
Your eyes start to water as you feel your clit pulse and throb between his fingers, simultaneously loving and hating the rough treatment he was giving you.
“I asked you a question.” He states darkly, and a chill creeps up your spine at his tone.
Taking a deep breath, you open your mouth to answer him but let out a high pitched scream instead. He’d moved his fingers to dig his nails into you. Right into the base of your clit on either side.
Your mind reeled while spikes of delicious pain spread out all over your body, fraying your nerves. Both your hands shot up and grabbed at his wrist, clawing at his fingers while you tried to pull him off of you. Bad move #2.
In one swift motion, he pushed you off of him and pulled you back to lay beneath him, one hand pinning your arms above your head and the other gripping your throat firmly to hold you in place.
“What I say bout these hands girl?!” He barks at you, and apologies spill out from your lips as you try to make amends.
He scoffs. “And to think, I was this close to letting you cum…”
A sob hollowing out your chest at that, as you think about how close you were to cumming anyway. Your chest heaves up and down while you try to get a grip on your frustration, but luckily for you Erik was too busy focused on your jiggling titties to notice.
“But don’t worry babygirl,” he says, his head leaning down to get eye level with your nipples. “I gotta better idea.”
His hand releases your throat to trail down your stomach, before moving to press down into the inside of your thigh.
“Start counting.”
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Choking On Sapphires 20
Title & Song: No You Girls
Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)
Word Count: 5000+
Summary: Genevieve is a force to be reckoned with. An intelligent, independent and brutal businesswoman. She’s been intrigued by Alfie since she met him. But where will she draw the line between business and pleasure now that they are working so closely together? Alfie hires Gen to help him end the blackmailed politician’s pull in London. He’s promised her the bloody good fight she’s been itching for, will the evening deliver?
Warnings/Tags: Language. Fighting. Gore. Blood. Nameless character deaths. Seduction.
A/N: Every chapter of this story will have a song to work as the title and as a soundtrack. Chapter song is No You Girls by Franz Ferdinand.
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My Masterlist. (Includes Parts 1-19)
You had been invited out tonight for a hit on a club. When Alfie had asked you who you'd suggest hiring to help fight your way in, you could tell by the way his lip disappeared under his mustache when you said your Arthur and the Shelby's, that he wasn't exactly sold on the idea himself. But after telling him no one fought with you better, he reluctantly trusted your choice.
You were to be handsomely compensated for your skills which would be out in full form tonight. You'd been excited and nervous as the date approached for the job, but now that you were walking in through the back entrance of the club as it was closing, to sneak the door keys and bring them back and wait in the car for your targets to arrive, you felt back in your element.
The director of this group of painfully mediocre wannabes just so happened to be the man who had tried to fuck Alfie over that you had helped steal the blackmail for. Now you found yourself in a position of immunity from the blackmail working like a dream. He can't report the hit, Alfie gets the last word. Everyone who mattered was happy. Alfie still having bones left to pick with this man and since you were involved already, he brought you in as your addition would make the night go much more smoothly, he suggested. He was taking part in this fight, as it felt it was personal at this point. Saying that he needed the opportunity to blow off some steam as well, like old times.
You're slinking across the street in your long, off the shoulder dress. Hidden split up each thigh for ease of movement hugged your curves in thin, soft red fabric to accommodate the summer's heat. Your makeup, the usual dark eye, and red lip, your hair pulled back at the nape of your neck so it wouldn't interfere with your sight or movement. You were very much dressed to kill.
Tommy and Alfie are sitting in the second row of the benched back seats of the large Rolls Royce watching you walk away in the direction of the club.
Alfie's nose twitches, readjusting his grip on his cane. Tommy had lost count of how many times he'd done this. Solomons was moving enough to almost be deemed twitchy. Tommy looks back over to the newspaper he's been skimming while they wait for your return.
"Do you not trust her to do her job?" Tommy asks in his even, cool tone.
"Eh?" Alfie gruffs, looking over at Tommy with a furrowed brow. "I wouldn't've hired her if I dinnit." he says obviously, one hand moving off his cane to express himself.
"Then can you stop fidgeting?" Tommy hides a small half smile with a slight tilt of his head as Alfie leans away from him in a pout. "You've worked with her on jobs before, haven't you? Or are you always this nervous when it comes to her?" he doesn't hide the smirk on his face from his words.
"I 'ave but none this dangerous." he states, thumbing his nose.
"From that statement I take it you've not seen Gen fight before have you?" his eyebrow rising in interest.
"I saw 'er at The Garrison." he offers.
"No that wasn't a fight." Tommy shakes his head. "I mean in the sort of spot you'll find yourselves in tonight." he clarifies, slowly turning his head towards Alfie who's enjoyed the subtle puzzlement on his friends face.
"No." he says, his hand punctuating his sentence with a wag. "But I did see her come home after getting the shit beat out of her by two men a few weeks back." he says with a bad attitude. "So forgive me if I'm hesitant to let her loose on her own."
"Is she your's to let loose now?" he says with implication.
"Don't be fuckin' daft Tommy." he growls. "But I'm the one hirin' her ain't I? She wouldn't be back out doing this so soon if I hadn't asked her to." he elaborates.
"Gen knows her limits, she wouldn't take a job if she thought she couldn't deliver."
"I'd be inclined to believe that." he solemnly nods.
"How's living with her going?" he breaks the silence growing in the car.
"Well you know." he pauses for a moment, "Place is fuckin' huge, innit? She's lovely. Good girl, very hospitable." he says with a firm nod of his head, still looking out the window in the direction you should appear.
"She is." he nods, looking back to his paper.
"She's never boring is she?" he says in a tone that tells Tommy he's become well acquainted with your big personality.
"Not in the years I've known her," he says with a small smile. "I heard you took her out to the Opera?" his voice full of suggestion
"She asked me to," he says with a hint of defensiveness. "What was I gonna do? Say no?" he lets out a gruff laugh.
"So you weren't taking her out?" his question inflects with interest at the end.
"No, mate. Weren't nothin' like 'at." he shakes his head as the words groan out.
"Nothing like that?" he insists.
"If there is from her end, I'm not aware of it." he plainly states, motioning out with his hand. "That is if she is in fact as affectionate with her good friends as she says she is." he pauses, places his hand on the other man's knee, leaning towards him with a look that is supposed to signify he's being impressive, "Which apparently we are now. Just so ya know, mate." He nods as if in sympathy towards Tommy's defeat. "So she has said to me, yeah?" he returns back to his normal sitting position.
"Good friends, eh?" he says with a subdued expression of amusement that would have been visible if it hadn't been dark outside.
"But she ain't like 'at wif you? Is she?" he says, his finger pointing out at Tommy, side-eyeing him.
"She has never been," he says, his face back to indifferent. "She is that way with Arthur and John. Arthur specifically."
"Why not you?" wondering if he'd done something to make her not want to be as close to him.
Tommy swallows before he speaks. "I've always assumed it's because she was a friend of Grace's." he says, the usual micro-lilt of her name as he forces it out of his mouth.
"Ah." he nods in agreement. "Now that would make sense, yeah." he ponders it a moment before quickly moving back to his questions. "Her and Arthur seem strangely close what with how she talks about 'im, what's the story wif 'at 'n all?"
"They're not fucking if that's what you're asking." he says with a bit of a tired drag to the words.
"That's not what I said, Tommy." he says a bit with the hint of offense.
"No but it's what you meant, wasn't it?" he says knowingly. Alfie gives him a strong side eye after turning his head from his direction. After a few moments of Alfie's silent treatment, he continues, "I believe they talk about art mostly. They're both very good to have on your side in a fight and they're both also very emotional. Seems that makes a friendship these days." he says with a short sigh.
"Well that checks out, dunnit?" he mumbles, still looking out the window.
"Seein' as he's married 'n she's watchin' the kid 'n all." he clarifies to himself mostly. "She didn't seem like the type of woman who'd do that sorta fing." he says more quietly, his eyes narrowing in consideration.
"She isn't." he agrees flatly. "She's a good woman, Alfie." he adds with more sincerity, nodding his head as he looks over his paper.
"It's hard to believe she's as good as she is, Tommy." he admits, his voice not showy, his hands not moving. "Hard to believe there are any women left like 'at all."
Tommy's eyes slowly look up and forward, taking in his words and what they told him about how he felt. "It is very hard to believe." he quietly agrees. They both sat in silence with heavy thoughts about the women on their minds.
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Tommy leaves the car, going to a street over to wait for John and Arthurs signal that all the men had all arrived. You're turned around in your seat, on your knees. Your forearms crossed on the back of the seat, facing Alfie.
"What's wrong with you tonight?" you ask, your eyes narrowing as he keeps his eyes on Tommy leaving. "You've been acting odd." you pry with a tilted head.
He turns his eyes your way for a moment, before moving them back out the window. "What are you on about?" he huffs out.
"I know you Alfie, I can tell when something's off." you hum at him, resting your chin on your arms. "What is it about me that's throwing you off tonight? Let's fix it before we get in there bc I don't want it distracting me." you insist with a nod of your head.
"Well you were beat all to hell not that long ago, weren't ya?" he bites a little too harshly at you, looking back at you. You give him an attitude-filled glare.
"So you think I shouldn't be doing this." you say with a slow nod, pursing your lips in disappointment. You sit back up, lifting your chin from your arms.
"Don't be puttin' words in me mouth." he says, shaking his finger at you. "That's not what I said now, was it?" he lets his shoulders fall as they'd tensed while he spoke.
"Fear born from worry, then?" your expression softens as you stop your attempt to turn away from him. Your eyes aren't defensive when he meets them again.
"Now I just told ya not to do that, dinnit I?" he looks back out the window. No longer revving up, his face was set in an angry sort of pout.
"I'm a big girl, I can handle it, Alfie. Don't worry about me. Worry about yourself." you say poking him in the chest, limp-wristed and playful. "Look on the bright side." you offer which a much more subdued and charming expression, "This is the only time you'll ever be nervous for me before a fight because once you see me in there, you'll apologize for having doubted me." you give a challenging grin.
"Now there. That." he points at you. "That's the woman I hired for this tonight. You. Now?" he taps your nose and you can't help but roll your eyes at him. "You. Stay." you commands gruffly and you smile at his playfulness.
"You'll get your money's worth out of me tonight, Solomons, don't worry." you say with a cutesy wink, throwing your head back in a laugh as you turned around in the seat. His eyes give a very slow blink your direction, his head shaking back and forth with a deadpan face at you before you've even turned.
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The signals are cleared. Everything is in place. Now it's on you to make the first move. Arthur and John are clearing the front guards and the lobby. Alfie clears out the guard in the back. Tommy is the controller, watching outside and making sure no one leaves or enters during the fight. You'd snuck in from the roof. You take a very deep breath, feeling it move through every part of you. You initiate the distraction.
Your heels clack loudly in the most empty club. A large room with hanging chandeliers, huge columns separated a dance floor with an ornately designed ceiling above it. The boys, numbering around fifteen to twenty, all greased up are spread out around a few pushed together tables in the dance floor. Some notice you slink across the landing before your heel hits the stone of the first step, but after that, all eyes were on you. They don't speak for a few steps, you're prim and posh and have all things you hold in your charming arsenal of distraction at full volume. The hit of your metal tipped heels echoes across the cavernous room as they move slowly across the floor to the men. You hear the murmurs begin.
"I think you're in the wrong place, lady." one of them says, this is the one that's just put the target on his head. Lucky boy.
"Quite the contrary," your voice is smooth and velvety, your face set like you know a secret no one else does. "I believe I'm exactly in the right place." you-you laugh, moving one shoulder with the sound, one hand to your chest. The mood shifts slightly in the room. Bait set.
"Oh are ya sweetheart?" he chimes in. You stand between them, still turned away from the back exit.
"You're here aren't you?" you say with a wink as you put your hands on your hips. He gives you a dumb laugh in retort.
"Oh you here for me, doll?" he asks, leaning back in his seat.
"I greeted her first, she's mine." the original speaker almost growls at you, his hand rubbing up and down the back of your thigh.
"Oh I'm here for all of you, handsome." you give a cheeky grin, jutting your hip out in his direction. "Me and my friends were sent here to entertain you boys tonight." you say, putting your shawl around his shoulders. "But I happen to be the first to get here and I'm not one to keep a party from starting."
"That right? he says, looking you over and licking his lips.
"Something about a celebration I'm told? A little something," you shimmy your chest at him with the word, "for a job well done?" you say with warm praise.
"Told ya he wouldn't be mad." the second speaker adds in a defensive tone.
"Guess so." the boy with his hands on your thighs says. "What are you planning on entertaining us with tonight, baby doll?" his fingers grip into the soft flesh under your ass.
"I'm known for my dances." you purr at him.
"You reckon I could get the first one of those?" he suggests, leaning closer and smelling you.
"Thought you'd never ask." you whisper leaning in close, your prominent breasts in his face. "Turn this seat," you say with a kitten like delivery. He raises himself and does as you command. "Now, sit back, luv." you bat your lashes, your hand pushing him back into the chair.
You loom over him like a vulture, taking a moment to look for the men you'd come with tonight. You see Arthur and stretch, letting him know you've seen him. You don't see Alfie yet so, you continue. "You'll all get your chance tonight to dance," you announce to the group, you move back to the boy in the chair. "and I never disappoint." you coo as you push his knees together, standing on either side of them. "But it is much better one on one. Don't you think?" you tilt your head and ask almost innocently.
"Amyfing you say, darlin'." he says in a chuckle, hands already on your hips. You sink down on him, hands rising above you in and inhale, grinding against him on the exhale. You hitch up your dress, sliding your knife into your hand as you raise it. You look up to Arthur as you lean in close to the boy's ears. He gives a nod and raises a gun from his hiding spot. That was your signal that you were clear and lucky for you, these boys were unarmed. You assume their egos became quickly out of check when free alcohol was involved, and in their pissing contests, they would threaten each other with their guns and that character head boss of theirs couldn't have word getting out about things like that. So he made them start leaving their guns at the door, assuring they wouldn't use them on each other. Guess he didn't think that plan through.
You hold his face in one hand, running your hand over his neck and jaw and pushing his head back when you made your rounds of doing this, his eyes were closed, his life is literally in your hand and you felt the rush of knowing you were about to spill the first blood of the night.
You take his chin into your hand and kiss him. He was terrible at it to no surprise, but not surprising in the least is that he's easily distracted.
You stand over the boy, your hand holds his head up, looking like any other part of the dance. You hear the footsteps behind you. You tighten your grip on your largest brass knuckle knife. You didn't want to use guns tonight, but you did have yours to intimidate. You didn't need the attention on the place until you wanted it that way. Alfie had his brass knuckles, along with his hands, adorning crowns and his biggest rings, fists backed by strong arms and broad shoulders. The boys both had their hats. Arthur liked to use the environment instead of planned weapon if he wasn't using guns. He was currently holding a broken bottle. Typical Arthur. John preferred bare knuckles, as he was a powerhouse tank that knew how to take a man off his feet in an endless number of ways.
You move your hand now holding your knife to your chest, acting as if you're going to grope yourself and move your occupied hand up his chest quickly. You retrieve your snubnose from your chest and hold the gun to the head of the man next to you as you slice the throat of the man under you. The blood flows down his chest as his hands reach up to his throat, you don't look away from the man in your crosshairs, and you rise off the dying man. The group is wide-eyed in their naivety and still, despite the whispers and curses you hear.
Alfie takes your right. Arthur circles to your left, John finishes the shifting square you've created. The orders were to keep it as quiet as possible and kill all the members of his wannabe gang. That's it. You had intentions on getting messy tonight. Thus the red dress. You needed desperately to work out your tension and that was your intention. Take out as many as possible. The room is quiet except for the gurgling and sputtering of the man who had fallen out of his chair and was now face down on the ground. His wet hands slapping against the intricately tiled mosaic floor as the blood spread out along the cracks mimicking their natural movement in the body like it was flowing through a different set of veins now.
"'Fraid you've made some very poor decisions that's led ya here tonight, boys." Alfie nods as his booming voice echoes around the room. "The worst bein' the decision to work for your bastard of an employer and that decision will be the fuckin' end of ya tonight." he states with a strong nod. "So say your fuckin' prayers to who the fuck ever and let's this get this over with, shall we?" he says with a charming grin, adjusting his grip slowly on the dusters in his hands.
They stay still, some standing in defiance but carrying those actions no further. These men really were pathetic.
"Are you just going to sit there like a bunch of fucking pigs waiting for slaughter or are ya gonna fucking fight?" you shout loudly, taking a few steps back, your arms out at your side in exaggeration.
You hear Arthur curse with impatience and the broken glass hits the mans face as his friend jumped to his defense and it went from there. You and Alfie picked them off from behind. You struck, stabbed and hit at temples, throats, noses and groins. Each leaving you with more and more blood on your person. The way these boys loomed over you in your fighting stance led to attack from above, making any throat slice, if deep enough, spurt out another gush of blood, dripping down your dress after soaking the upper half of your body, before you could get out of range.
They begin to notice you're picking them off and they start to move in numbers towards you and Alfie. Then it became a true brawl. You have your knife, it and the combination of the knuckle dusters were enough to temporarily disarm most in just a few well-placed hits. You see the lack of form these fellows have, lumbering and easily distracted. Your speed and knife to their panic, swinging chairs, and broken bottles wasn't the fairest fight to them but it allowed you to enjoy yourself. The more you take down, the more they seem to want to be the one to take you down.
You hear things crashing around the room, but you can't pay much attention as they start to swarm and you have to switch gears. You go low, taking their feet out from under them in kicks and hits, your legs striking high at chins and guts as your skirt flies out in a pleasing floral, fluid visual amongst the dark moving forms of men on the floor around you.
By the end you're underneath the last man who happened to be rather large, giving you a bit a fight to finish. You've got the knife pushed through the top layers of his body where his neck used to be, now just a deformed mess from the struggle as you shout in frustration and effort to shove him off of you. He'd had his hands around your throat, you'd matched this with the knife across his and a thumb in his eye. Once you see your boys standing and watching you, each look a bit predatory in its own unique way, you let your shoulders slump as you move to all fours to standing, in realization it was over. Arthur looks like the runner-up in being covered with the most blood, behind you who was literally sopping with it. You rise, moving your dress as it makes heavy wet squishing sounds as you do so.
As you stand and look down as you notice none of their eyes were meeting yours, you see the fabric of the dress really wasn't made to have gotten wet as it is leaving nothing to the imagination. Your nipples being hard from the blood coursing fast through your veins are painfully visible as they do look hard enough to cut with the way the fabric sucked to your skin as you moved. Your arms especially, caked in fresh and clotted blood are the same color as your already red, blood-soaked dress giving the illusion of not wearing anything at all, really. You let out a grunt of frustration as you fling the gore from your hands and move towards them slowly, especially thankful now for the previously concealed slits in the thighs of your dress as without them, walking would have been really damn difficult. The moisture in the fabric making it so heavy.
"You could've stepped in at any time on that last one ya wankers. Ruined my bloody dress." you grumble, you are met with silence. "I'm gonna start fuckin' charging all of you if you don't stop fuckin' gawkin' like some schoolboys." you bark at them, making them stand at attention. They were all wound up from their violence and you weren't actually mad. You were just annoyed at the shift in the mood around you like this, being bothered more by how it bothered others rather than the nudity itself. "Jesus Christ boys, pull yourselves together." you say in a higher pitched voice, pulling the off the shoulder dress up as it was starting to shift.
You looked like a statue carved from red marble by the most gifted artist known to man, he thought. Although this statue of a goddess was real and moving and breathing heavily, perfect proportions shown in their rhythmic movement that could steal your words from your mouth and make it go dry. He was still grunting and heaving, his fists just starting to remember how to unclench, wanting to act on the thoughts that formed in his mind at the sight of you that matched his animalistic current appearance. Your scolding tone snaps him out of his hungry gaze as he clears his throat and puts the brass he wore in his pockets, moving towards you.
"C'mon, boys," he groans, taking off his coat and wrapping it around your shoulders, his hands resting on your shoulders. "She'll make us pay for the gift of sight if we keep using it to look at her." he says with a chuckle, having taken out a lighter and cigarette as he spoke, he hands it off to you. You look him over, as he helps you, hair damp from sweat, just the least bit of blood on his white shirt. His hair flopped about before he wiped it back with this hand, you always found it charmingly boyish when you caught the rare chance to see it in its natural state.
You slide your arms into the oversized coat and accept it, lighting it between your fingers with narrowed eyes. Thinking this gesture felt like an odd sort of power move from him, although his eyes were passive as they turned from you. You couldn't help but notice Arthurs displeasure at Alfie being the one to do your post-fight aftercare he'd been used to handling.
You regroup swiftly, the brothers gone, leaving you and Alfie to depart together.
"You mind if I take a bottle, boss?" you say, hoisting up your dress as you walk towards the bar.
"You got all the liquor in the world at home, luv." he says, moving his hands back and forth, dismissing the idea but your back is already towards him.
"I know but I want it for the drive home. I prefer my hard liquor to be earned after a job nowadays." you say with a laugh, leaning over the bar and grabbing a bottle of whiskey and walking towards the back door. "That got us?"
"That's got you, you sneak on to the car and I'll be out after I sort this out." he says, shooing you off with his hand.
"Yes, sir." you say with faux enthusiasm, hoisting up your dress in your arms to make it easier to get to the car.
Once you settle in with a swig and your cig, letting out a loud, pleasurable exhale of a job well done, you wait for Alfie. As you sit in the dark, having spent all your energy inside, and having still been so close to recovering from your last fight, you found yourself absolutely exhausted.
You rouse as he slides into the car with a grunt. You yawn as he settles.
"Good?" you ask with a stretch.
"Should be, yeah." he says with a nod as the car starts.
"That went pretty well I think." you say optimistically, settling your back against the seat, and into the coziness of his coat. Drinking from the bottle, looking miniature in the oversized coat and sleeves that hid your hands as they grasped at the bottle.
"Yeah it did." he says with an enthusiastic nod.
You nod in agreement, taking your shoes off and pulling your legs underneath you and your turn to face him, the side of your face on the back of the seat. "Alfie?" you ask, in that tone you know he recognizes.
"Yeah, luv?" he says with a half smile, voice holding amusement for your call of his name, reminding him of a cat meowing for treats.
"I'm completely fucking knackered." you admit with a lazy smile, your eyelids resting lower than usual.
He laughs at you. "Ya sleepy there little one?" he teases.
"Yeah, little ones sleepy." you say with a slow lazy chuckle, your head leaning back on the seat, you rest the bottle in the floor.
"Well ya earned your rest after that in there tonight," he says supportively.
"I believe my personal apology is in order after that wonderful show you put on. I shouldn't have questioned your judgment on the matter." he expresses genuinely, you feel him moving, speaking with his hands despite your eyes being closed. "Since ya keep goin' on and bein' right even with the odds stacked against ya." he says, not hiding that tone of being impressed and confounded at your behavior. "You'd think I'd learn." he tsks himself playfully.
"Now's not the time for praising pillow talk, Solomons, I'm tired." you smile, your eyes staying closed with your tilted back head, a smug grin on your face.
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You wait until you're out of the city and away from the lights. "Safe to unbutton this coat now?" you ask, breaking the quiet of the cabin of the car.
"Yeah, take it off if ya want, we won't run into no trouble now." he says in a tone that tells you not to be silly, do what you want. You run with this unverified permission.
You unbutton all the buttons on the long jacket, feeling better as the air hits you, cooling you immediately. You fan it a few times until you shiver, scooting closer to him and putting your head on his shoulder.
"What's this now?" he says in a laugh. "Never had a business partner do this after a job." he teases.
"Well the jobs over." you state in a bratty tone. "And I'm very tired and it's a long drive." you explain in a small voice, invading his personal space.
"You're right. Jobs over, innit?" he says readjusting how he sits to accommodate you.
"You know if my doing this truly bothers you I'll stop. Just tell me." you say almost short with him. You were genuinely fighting to keep your eyes open.
"Go to sleep." he whispers in a gruff tone you reply with a short laugh and you curl up in the seat.
Pt 21 Stand By My Girl
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Dr!Tim Drabble: Robin
Well, Babes. You both must have fucking read my mind and shit because really. I kind of started this to be such a teaser when BOOP I got this ask and my fucking heart here. You’re right on the same page when it comes to Dr!Tim getting the real Robin experience, yeah? Lol. So, just a note. B’s bad guy persona is Matches. The dude with the epic porn ‘stache. Dick’s persona is Robbie Malone, which is pretty obscure and I looked it up on a good wiki to make sure.
HOWEVER *ahem* An incredible artist @kaciart did a thing here: http://thingsfortwwings.tumblr.com/post/55338349568/kaciart-it-was-never-made-clear-whether-tim-knew. Which helped the muse.
So… so there’s that. XD Hope it's as good.
**
The Robin in Gotham that night is just a little bit taller. Not by much. He's hesitant, a newbie to the vigilante game, and even if he's got a grapple on his belt, he only uses it once. Only a drunk or two catch him strafing across rooftops, the flicker of yellow, red, and green against the lamplight.
The rest of the city is asleep. As luck would have it, he stumbles on some baddies with a leg up on him, tossing a pellet in the right spot with knockout gas to make carrying him through the night that much easier. When Robin comes to, the blurry residual clears and behind the whiteouts, his vision is sharp. Being handcuffed in a crummy warehouse in the Narrows is not really the way he'd hoped to spend his first real experience in the tunic.
(And if he embarrasses the name, a certain little demon will probably eviscerate him.
"I allow you one night–"
"To my credit, I really thought those ninjas would go down easier."
"May I remind you–"
"I know, I know. It's not one of my hobbies. No more almost getting killed under your name, I promise.")
But a single dim bulb hangs with enough away to reveal the long, lean line of muscle still half in shadows watching him from behind whiteouts.
"Been a real pain in my nut, Robin." Is more dangerous behind the synths, more casual when the Red Hood, notorious enforcer for the Black Mask, straightens up and starts to move forward. "Gettin' in my fucking business means I gotta make an example outta ya, so’s no one else thinks they can stop the trade, you feel me?" Robin's eyes narrow but his pulse is picking up, his muscles tighten against the ropes.
“Or,” he tries with a bravado he doesn’t necessarily feel, “you could cut this chase short and let me take you in so you don’t make it worse for yourself.”
The sound is probably a snort but the synths make it hard to decipher.
“Mmhm, an’ any other damn day, ya might be right. But since I know the Bat is outta town, and the rest a’ yer little cape n’ cowl crew are busy, n’ yer own yer own, little birdy. Even fucking better, I got me an old friend in Gotham t’night, and I gotta say–” the way Hood moves, hips swaying, something of a swagger, all indications the vigilante has a plan, makes Robin catch a breath with what the hell else?
“Ya might be in over yer head.”
And oh God.
He’s in for it.
(Teasing his boyfriends can have some interesting results, so even with the plan they’d had for him tonight, there were so many things they hadn’t told him.)
Because the shift in the shadows and the crimson slash is just what the bad guy ordered, and the man coming out of the shadows to stand beside Hood is nothing short of mouth-wateringly dangerous– all done in sharp black and red.
Something in Robin’s abdomen goes unbearably tight when Renegade puts the intense focus of those whiteouts right on him, folds his arms over his chest, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
Even while he might be melting into a puddle of oh God, please, please, I’ve been a bad Robin, he can maneuver his hands well enough to get into the green gloves for the small lockpick set he’d completely kyped out of B’s utility belt the last time they’d had a little snatch n’ stitch. Since he’s completely used to working with fine instruments wearing gloves, working the small end into the handcuffs is easier than he’d originally calculated.
(So much win going on right now.)
“So nice to know you’ve got friends in town, Hood. I hope you have an itinerary to show him the sights. Robinson Park is really nice this time of year.” He tries to keep the banter, give himself time he needs to work the cuffs.
(Still, watching them walk toward him like a fucking bad ass wet dream is really making the night look up regardless of how things are going to go from here.)
“Too much mouth on ya, Robin,” and the flex of hips and thighs, the glint off the gun in Hood’s hand, the feral-looking smirk on Renegade’s face make him take a pause to work his fingers into the back of the utility belt, bite down on his lower lip to try and get–
Yes.
“Looks like we need to shut him up, Hood,” is Renegade’s deep response, that tone rolling around in the abandoned warehouse, makes a shiver work up his spine.
Which causes him to drop the pellet he’d been holding, the little ball rolling right under his chair.
Fuck. That’s bad.
He tries to think fast, using his weight to throw his chair back, out of the way of the little blast and following plumes of smoke. It’s really nothing more than dumb luck that the chair is probably older than all of them and pretty much breaks into kindling on impact.
It’s even luckier that the small blast is inconsequential but the smoke screen gives him the opportunity to wiggle enough to get his cuffed wrists down far enough to get his feet over them so at least his hands are bound in the front.
Rolling to his feet, he tries to duck away from the chair in the thick smoke, cape hitting him in the back of the ankles, and fucking right, he didn’t even lose the lockpick.
(“Damn. Good one, Baby Bird. Didn’t see that shit coming.”
“This is going to be much better than we thought, Jay.”
“Fuck right, Dickie, now we gedda chase.”
And with that little revelation, Robin is thinking, looking around at the high windows, making plans.)
He flips one of the few bat-a-rangs in his utility belt, awkwardly holding it up to throw with his bound hands. He manages throw far enough to knock it into an empty crate further down than where he’s hiding, but it draws the attention of the “baddies” coming through the dissipating smoke after him.
It does the job and he sees the outline of Hood and Renegade change course, closer to the sound.
“You’re only making it harder on yourself, Robin,” Renegade purrs low, his footsteps not even making a sound when he shares a side-eye with Hood and moves around to take the back for the element of surprise.
“When we catch ya,” Hood is cooing through the synths, popping the clip out of his .45 to make sure again he’s toting blanks (the one in his boot has the rubber rounds should things get dicey and they need ta make with the real crime fighting) before he circles around the smoky pile of old pallets and crates laying in dusty ruin, “we ain’t gonna be nice ‘bout it, you feel me, Robin? Gonna make ya one sorry lil’ bird.”
(But he totally hears, “gonna fuck ya until ya scream for it, Baby. Gonna make ya come ‘til ya can’t even stand up no more.”)
The handcuffs finally pop as the two bad guys jump in their planned strike, coming down on a whole lotta empty pallets with only a bat-a-rang there for them to stare at.
“Little motherfucker,” is all he needs to hear, shoving the handcuffs in his belt (in case he needs to have a plan) and pulling the grapple while his pulse throbs in his mouth and his adrenaline kicks up a notch. He’s got to shoot and reel himself in before they get to him, got to get out the upper windows and climb to the roof, got to at least get a few buildings over before they catch him.
(And he completely has a new appreciation for the reinforced jocks they wear under the suits because the things is literally killing him right now.)
The bang makes him flinch regardless, and with that, the jig is completely up. Two heads swivel toward the sound, trace the line up to the window sill where the hook sinks deep, and the shadow of the cape flares out like wings as the grapple pulls Robin from the ground and away.
“Fuck this is gettin’ good,” Hood breathes out, already pulling his own, watching the flex of Timmy’s thighs in those fucking tights and his ass outlined in Robin Red.
The window breaks with his momentum, and Robin pauses on the broken sill long enough to grin widely down at them, “I really need to be on my way, but we should do this again sometime!”
The cap flaps around the green tights and black boots as Robin scales the ancient fire escape and disappears out of sight.
Renegade puts a hand on his wrist, stills Hood from raising the grapple for the ole’ point-n-shoot. “Let him get a little bit of distance, Jay. He’s putting a hell of a lot into this.”
“Big Wing,” and even with the whiteouts on both sides, he knows how dark Dickies eyes are, is pretty sure his are just as dark. “ we’re gonna destroy that ass, you feel me?”
“You know we are. Damn, he looks cute in that suit.”
“Cute? Nah, ain’t where I’m at right now, yeah? Motherfucking sexy is ‘bout what I’m feelin’.”
“Fuckable, sure, but wow, he wears it so well.”
“Don’t tell Demon. That little shit won’t never let this happen again.”
“Right. We play it out with our boyfriend, fuck him on a safe rooftop, then take him home for a soak in the tub and cuddle-palooza.”
“You better fuckin’ add pancakes ta that list, Dickie. I like seein’ ‘im all full n’ sleepy after we fucked ‘im but good.”
“Done and done.”
In a smooth move, Hood raises the grapple again and loops his free arm around Renegade’s waist, pulling his Baby Boy right into his body.
The two vigilantes pause in the moment, and Renegade raises both hands quick, hits the right spot on the back of the helmet to release the catch, pulls the damn thing off so they can have just a second–
And anyone looking in the dilapidated warehouse down by Dixon Docks in that exact moment would be scandalized to see the Red Hood and Renegade writhing against one another, caught up in the taste of one another, just a tease before the grapple starts to reel.
**
Robin is panting with the effort, tries not to get tangled in his cape, tries to keep his eyes open to everything around him with the sharp vision he gets behind the whiteouts.
Luckily for him, he’s shaking off the residual of the sedative and this area of the city is one so absolutely familiar, he already knows he’s got an edge.
The same spots from those days when he was a kid with a camera, hiding while he followed the flying vigilantes are obviously still there, could still give him a place to duck if he thinks his pursuers are getting too close. If Dick and Jay had really been paying those old photographs in the shoebox enough attention, they’d probably be able to pick out the majority of his hidey-holes and make this game come to a quick and abrupt end (he’s hoping they don’t because he’s really, really enjoying this).
But, he’s already evaded them three times and he’s still too damn far from his apartment to believe he’s anywhere near home free.
Which is why he’s wasting time ducked down between two massive air conditioning units on the Mylar building instead of in Renegade and Hood’s path. A few feet away is an old bridge the maintenance crew used to get up to the next roof, giving him an out to use the grapple for a swing and give himself away.
He waits until the shadows recede and he can’t see either of them before he darts out and takes the bridge at a run, making a leap that immediately gets his adrenaline back up.
His chest is heaving a little because the climb is about a bitch.
A hard jerk on the suspension bridge takes him by surprise as both “villains” land it on either side of him, effectively boxing him in.
Well, fuck.
He pulls the grapple since, you know, the jig is up, but an escrima stick knocks the damn thing from his hand, and no amount of time he’s spent in the gym or hard-core parkour is going to get him out of this little sitch.
(Dammit. Trapped.)
Renegade clicks his tongue, “tsk, tsk, Robin. Nice try, but you should have tried to stay ahead of us. That might have gotten you home free.” And the two start advancing on him, getting closer. Robin looks from one to the other, bites down on his lower lip–
Until the plan pops into his head.
“Gonna enjoy this, little bird,” Hood drawls out, “after the run ya gave us.”
Panting, Robin tries to make the move subtle enough to miss, back up just a step, tries to make it look like he’s searching for a way out when he looks over the bridge and all the way down.
The action works because both villains jump for him at the same time, trying to keep him from throwing himself over, and it gives Robin just enough of a chance to let his knees give out from under him and fake fall to the wobbly bridge so Renegade can careen over his head at the same time Hood smacks into him, landing the two in a heap right at Robin’s feet.
The knock of Hood’s helmet against Renegade’s forehead gives him a crucial moment to slam the handcuffs he’d kept down on the Red Hood’s left wrist and Renegade’s right one, pushing the sides closed to cuff the two together.
(Oh fuck is he winning here.)
He’s already moving back while they untangle themselves and stare at their cuffed wrists before slowly, ever so slowly, turning to him.
“Well, damn.” And if he didn’t know better, he’d say Hood was, well, impressed.
(I have other hobbies, asshole, remember?)
“The surprises keep coming,” Renegade already climbing to his feet is grinning widely, Hood following in a smooth motion. “Too bad it isn’t going to save you, you know.”
“I just need to keep you two on–”
When he would have finished off the banter portion with on your toes, what he gets is the terrible sighing sound breaking the night, followed right by a sharp twang that is all too fucking familiar.
(Why do bridges have a tendency to break while he’s on them? Seriously now?)
His whole body jerks up, head turning to the sight of the old bridge coming apart and falling from under him, making him gasp in hard enough to hurt, making his knees knock, making a hard reality of Oh God, not again.
But cuffed arms brace under his and the bang of grapples firing shakes him out of breath-stealing panic, Hood and Renegade working in tandem to send the three of them flying through the night while the bridge crumbles to Gotham’s dirty sidewalk below.
Effortlessly, the villains land them on the Mylar, setting the three of them down in the shadows where one side of the building keeps it absolutely hidden away.
“Holy shit,” Robin pants out, held up between Hood and Renegade, his chest heaving under the tunic. “That...was not part of the plan.”
“Good to know,” Renegade lays his forehead against the base of Robin’s neck, exhaling slowly, moving his free hand down to push the cape out from between their bodies, to twist it around his hand for the next step.
“I’ll fuckin’ say,” Hood deactivates the helmet and tosses it down, moves a step closer to sandwich Robin between the two of them. With just a dom, his eyes are dark blue without the flecks of jade which means he’s probably still riding a little bit of the adrenaline from the almost-oops.
Robin looks up and over when Hood holds up his cuffed hand and arches a brow. “Still, ya gonna have ta work on them plans, Rob, if ya wanna get the better of us, yeah? This ain’t bad, but that don’t mean–”
And Robin gasps when his gloves wrists are gathered up by the cuffed hands, pulled over his head to stretch his body taunt.
Renegade is leaning down to talk against his ear, growling low and so fucking dangerous, “–you’re going to get away this time. Sorry, little bird. Looks like we win.”
**
Apparently things like capes are weapons and should not be used against him.
Or...well, maybe he’s going to re-think that since his wrists are bound together tight before they even worked the tunic open.
Renegade is keeping Robin’s bound arms down with a knee and a gloved hand over his mouth to make sure the noises are nice and quiet, kept between just the three of them. Hood had picked the cuffs in approximately two seconds to give them both a chance to get to work on making sure the young vigilante knew he was fucking around with the real deal.
The utility belt came off, lying just out of reach and Robin’s thighs spread open with less fight than anticipated.
The struggling, the writhing against Hood’s crotch, the straining muscle and taunt hold is just this side of perfect. For a little show, Hood pulls out a wickedly sharp knife, the glint dull in the night, leans down over Robin’s body and slides the sharp end of the blade right over the base of his throat, bare now that his cape is gone.
(But even though Timmy’s is half-assed struggling, he ain’t scared. No fear in those eyes, yeah?)
“Better be a good little bird, Rob. I like ta keep m’ implements nice n’ sharp. Don’t wanna make me slip by accident.”
Renegade’s hand on the younger vigilante’s mouth pulls so the head tilts back, eyes looking up. “I’ve known Hood for a long time, kid. You don’t want to see the master at work.”
When the struggling stops and the only thing Robin is doing is panting against Renegade’s hand, the sharp edge eases up slightly, slides down his chest, the tip fitting right under the tunic’s laces.
“Atta boy. Make it easier on yerself. Ain’t nobody gonna find ya, so don’t gotta have it rough unless ya wanna.”
“He might like it that way, Hood.” The first lace gives without hesitation. “Maybe we should go a little hard on him to find out.”
The second lace.
“But lookit how cute he is, Baby Boy. Gonna show ‘im just how things gotta go down on our side a’ the law, ain’t we? That don’t mean we gotta get nasty ‘bout it long as he behaves himself.”
The third.
Finally, the two villains are finally getting a little skin, and a gloved hands runs down Robin’s collar bone, moves to thumb and tweak until the little nub under is tight.
The hand on Robin’s mouth tightens down when the moan cuts through the stillness.
“He needs to learn, Hood. He can’t mess with business and get away without paying the price.” The thumb on Robin’s face moves over the domino and the whiteouts slide down, showing half-mast eyes, darkening by degrees.
“Mmhm. That’s the thing ‘bout Gotham, ain’t it?” And the hands moving down, pull hard, rip the tunic until there’s nothing in his path except the tights and reinforced jock. “Always got consequences, Rob, and you? You ain’t any different.”
The telltale tremble in his thighs makes the Red Hood grin wide and white (don’t be breaking character yet, Baby Bird. We gotta whole lotta play still left), and he’s nothing but a nasty bastard when he runs both hands up the inside of those thighs, grips tight to make sure there’s gonna be bruises there tomorrow.
Since he and Dickie pretty much engineered this whole thing (and made a suit with strategized weaknesses), the tights give under his hands, ripping open from the waist to the knee. He hands a sizeable strip to Renegade and leans down over Robin’s body, giving a little bit of distraction while his partner in crime moves just long enough to tie the strip in their little vigilante’s mouth.
“Much better.” He palms the grapple in his freed hand, and pulls out the line, throws the hook to catch on the lip of the roof and wrap the other end to keep Robin from going anywhere. Renegade pulls off the head piece, is in just a domino so he can flick the catch of his suit and pull it down to bare a tantalizing v-ee of his chest.
With the suit ripped away, helpless to whatever they planned to do to him on a roof in the middle of Gotham, Robin is gagged and panting, his chest stuttering with it, going pink down his collarbone and upper chest.
(Fingers slide into one of his bound hand, and the metal ball gives a soft jingle. All he has to do is drop it if he needs to stop, all he has to do is give the signal. He’s in control, he’s in control, he’s in control–)
And the feel of Hood’s gloves on his hip bone, tearing the strap on the reinforced jock makes his hips twitch, makes him unconsciously arch into the touch even when his hard cock springs up into the cool Gotham air.
“That’s smart kid. This’ll go easier for you if you try to enjoy it.” Renegade palms the vial in his suit and holds it up where the can both see it, smirks at the muffled noise right beside his thigh.
Hood grins back at him and pops the lid, dribbles lube on his fingers and lifts one of Robin’s calves for Renegade to hold. He hoists the other, runs his slick fingers over Robin’s balls, tugs a little, slides his forefinger up the underside of the vigilante’s straining cock, just a tease.
Getting his suit down far enough with one hand, Renegade shakes Robin’s leg, palms the side of his face to turn him, gets a load of those eyes, “My partner here is going to give you the fuck of a lifetime. And you? Are going to suck me while he does it.”
The jock is gone, and Robin gasps in hard through his nose, those eyes rolling over the length, teeth biting down on the gag in his mouth. He watches, mesmerized, as the gloved hand strokes himself, makes himself harder, gives Robin a preview to what he’s about to get.
When Hood spreads him open wider, slick and blunt finger sliding in, moving fast and hard, making Robin’s spine arch while he watches Renegade jerk off right in front of his face, mouth watering for it, his cock aching, his body clenching when one finger becomes two, and the desperation for more is starting to take over.
Pulling against the zip line isn’t doing anything for him because he can’t move, is caught between them, is already making noises with his body anticipating Hood (Jay) making him utterly senseless while he sucks Renegade’s thick cock to the fucking base.
(This is the best thing to ever happen.)
A jerk of his hips and a third finger slides in, gives him only a few thrusts against his spot, just enough for Hood to smirk and finally pull out.
“Gonna keep ya nice n’ tight fer me, Robin,” and while he’s been prepping the vigilante, he’d pulled himself out, lubed himself up to press right against the prize waiting for him. “But don’t worry. Since yer being a good, little bird, we’ll make sure you get yers.”
And Robin throws his head back, body arching in a clean line as well as he can with his legs caught and hands restrained. His fist tightens on the bell, keening through his gag as Hood pushes in, gives a few slow back-and-forths until he’s balls deep with a long moan.
“Lookit you taking all of his dick on the first go,” Renegade purrs down at him, and thumbs the gag out of his mouth, puts a finger over his lips. “Good for you, little bird. Now you’re going to give me mine. Don’t make me have to tell you to be very good.”
Renegade pulls with fingers on his jaw, and Robin opens up without a fight, taking the wide head in, moaning around it. Hood finally gets the point that he’s sure he isn’t going to come immediately when he moves, changing his hold to fit the bend of Robin’s knee and hoist his hips up higher, makes sure he’s in as far as he can possibly go (just the way Timmy likes it), then pulls back, starts up a few slow-n’-easies before he picks up the pace.
And Robin’s eyes are fluttering behind the domino, sliding his tongue around Renegade’s cock, leaning closer when he can take more, when he can take it deeper--
And suck.
“Holy–” and the villain’s hips twitch, a gloved hand threading into his hair, holds him still as hips twitch and fuck his mouth in shallow thrusts. “Fuck, know what you’re doing, don’t you Robin? Ah, you’re going to love my cock by the time we’re done with you.”
“Ya kiddin’ me, Baby Boy? Fuck him and you’ll be in love with his ass. Like a fucking vice.” And Hood leans over Robin’s body to get a better view of Renegade’s hips twitching, cock sliding in and out of his mouth, of Robin’s cheeks hollowing, of his jaw moving, of the tight nubs they’re both absently working.
In a calculated move, Renegade gives Hood a wink, and they both draw back, leave just the tip in him, gets a low noise for the effort, and fuck back into him with a vengeance.
“That’s right, little birdie. Found yer sweet spot, yeah?” And the strokes inside him are long and firm and fast, his spot abused by each one, making the pressure in his belly start to burn.
Renegade keeps up with a smooth, steady pace, sliding over his tongue, spilling pre-come in his throat, staring down as he pants, watching Robin take every fucking inch.
He’s moaning around the width in his mouth, in his throat, trying to suck, trying to scream while his cock throbs and the R still partly on his chest gleams in the night.
Hood’s balls slapping against his ass, and Renegade panting, groaning out above him, and a gloved hands fists him at the base, starts stroking him in time with the hits to his spot.
And the rhythm is driving, pound, rushing, his pulse racing in his ears, struggling to get a breath, but it’s all toomuchmoremoremore that he can’t think past the need to come, whimpering in his throat when he can, and trying to move his hips up into the fist pumping him and down into the pound thrusts driving him closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s right, give it up, Robin,” Renegade pants, groans down at him, working his hips, fucking into that throat, “you’re gonna take everything we give you, and when you go back to the Bat, you’ll remember just what you get when you stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
Hood draws back to fuck in hard, tightening his hand down and speed up. “We’re gonna make sure this lessons sticks, Baby Boy. Fill ‘im up good, make sure he knows what happens ta bad little birdies.”
Robin screams around Renegade’s cock when fingers tease the tip of him and hips ground into deep, trying to move but he’s helplessly caught.
When Renegade leans down over him, talks low and feral, fucking into his mouth with fast, hard jerks, getting harder against his tongue, when it’s those blue eyes with the haze of need and want, (when it’s Dick talking to him), when the words, “come for us, baby,” are breathed so soft and fond, his body lets go, the knot of tension exploding, sending tingling pleasure from his ass to his cock to his nipples and spreads out until his eyes are rolling back in his head and all he can do is suck Renegade’s come down his throat while the pleasure loops around and keeps him going.
“Fuck, baby,” (Is Jay instead of–) Hood yells to the night sky, Robin’s body milking him, tightening down so hard, so fast, so wet, that he comes with a jolt, burying himself deep to fill the vigilante up.
And while Gotham remains completely serene at this time of night, three (two, technically) caped crusaders are laying out on the roof of the Mylar building in a tangle of limbs, panting, and weak, and so amazingly sated.
Boneless and content not to move another inch in his life, Tim manages to slide a gloved hand out of the knot made from the cape, and wipe his mouth, absently keeping track of his heart rate.
Dick is curled around his upper body, idly running fingers through his hair, the Renegade costume zipped half-way up his chest so he doesn’t get a whole lot of roof rash. On his other side, Jay has a heavy arm over his bare hips, a leg thrown over his and the Kevlar feels just as good on bare skin as it always does.
“That? Was fucking amazing,” he murmers, drowsy, shivering slightly now that he realizes he’s pretty much naked on a roof in the middle of the city after being fucked out of his mind, and somehow--
This is his life.
So it’s good when his vigilante boyfriends recover enough to maybe get them the hell off this roof before people like, office staff start coming into the Mylar’s upper floors for work.
Dawn is riding the horizon when he’s pulled to his feet and wrapped in Robin’s cape, rocking a toga to cover the torn suit and tunic, and carried off by his vigilante boyfriends so he can be absolutely lazy and just let Dick then Jay take him flying.
He has to make his body work when maneuvering through the window with shaky legs. Jay gives the helmet a toss in pretty much the direction of the kitchen table before picking Tim up by the back of his thighs, and let their doctor squawk but still flops his upper body flops over Jay’s shoulder.
Dick has the Renegade suit hanging off his hips, moving around the kitchen bare-chested with a domino, making coffee that is desperately, desperately needed.
“I’ll be there in a sec! I was promised cuddles, Jay, and I expect you two to deliver.”
“Bath first, Big Wing. Gotta let Timmy take a soak. Getcha ass in here so’s we can wash ‘im but good.” The abrupt smack and corresponding yelp from the path down the hall toward the direction of the bathroom makes Dick smirk and quickly scoop the grounds in while trying to get a glove off with his teeth.
“‘Sides, we might need ta give Sweets one more go ‘round, you feel me here, Dickie?”
“Wh-what?! How do you even expect me to get hard right now?!”
The bath is running in Tim’s massive tub (the real benefit to the apartment after all), and the sounds of Kevlar and Nomac sliding off of skin a soft sight when Dick comes to join them.
“You know, Timmy,” is a followed up by a very Dick Grayson smile, all full of bedroom eyes and promise, “we do have our ways.”
So if the tub sloshes over, and the neighbors complain about the noise this time of day (again), if maybe there might be...another suit buried in the back of their closet a few days later, if maybe he takes more detours when his boys are on the job and he can have time to scout hiding places and perfectly sized niches, when he can calculate more routes and moves.
He’s going to say, it’s always good to have a plan because of things like bleeding vigilantes—you know, on my fire escape. But in reality, it’s because now that he’s worn the tunic, flown through Gotham, and he’s pretty damn sure he’s got enough skill to make them work a hell of a lot harder–
Next time.
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beauty seems to be really funny most
of the time and i like dat.
this idea that sends pop
definitions of beauty running
for the hills makes for some
quality distance,
if only one step back.
what if i had any idea who i was
but could see into everybody else
phone home
cheeky cosmic touch m8
gonna think this is too easy
yeah
but not let’s feel this way
without before examining ourselves
for anything fake about it first
parting from the idea that there wasnt anyway
and then parting
cuz that knows so much
that part of me knows so much abt
what do you call it extreme fear of maudlin
i run naked thru the grass
singing abt yesteryear
...There’s a move in social situations I like to call, “around the sun” whereby you wait for the game to end to play music, or wait patiently for one plan of another to say its peace so you can say yours. I like to take it to a more extreme level and say, turn down the fuckin tv, I want to listen to a thing I find beautiful.
SONG ONE : like the earth
1.
Sit back and dream of clouded metaphors
Reveal the schemes that we devised
Back in the day, when ur hands were small
And the WORLD splayed out colorfully
Before our eyes
(chorus)
Take ur thronging bussloads of the living dead
Take all the lifetimes of a million busy heads
Ur sly intellectuals that laugh in the dome
The only place, the only place is in the peaceful tones
Of singing birds perched on ascending wires, like notes
2.
Caught u up past three, sitting on the porch
I woke up from a dream that I immediately forgot
That seems to happen a lot, especially if previously
I torched a dutch and passed the fuck out
But from the ether of my dreams
I heard, from the scope of reality
I heard you shout
(chorus)
3.
The sun and the moon both live in a box
And the box is a square made out of lead
And the square lies motionless in ur head
Like a body on the rocks
Watch the hour tuck away into an evening
A day nestled in afternoon light
From the beginning
In ur mind that made all minds the same
The twilight creeping across ur paper brain
And I can only burn and burn and burn
And I can turn round like the EARTH
And I can be a sphere like the EARTH
And I can stitch up the nations
With fear, like the EARTH
(chorus)
...people who call it a false flag just don’t wanna think it’s their own who bomb, if it can’t be a towelhead.
SONG TEW : the rainbow
The sinister rainbow blinks over the clover
And the dawn is a monster in my brain
I'll take a picture before this song is over
And I’ll fix u in a wheel to keep me sane
Don’t break out the gin for the old lady creepers
Smoke until the blur makes ur head float around
I live in hades, burn my tongue on the heater
When I lick this heaven ill taste yur sound
(chorus)
What Im saying isnt deep
What Im stealing isnt cheap
But I know that if i play it loud and long
That this song in my head will instead
Form a beat
Like a stranger in the rain
Slowly driving me insane
There's a fork in the road
And I dont know whether
Or when, all this shit will come together
In the end
2.
I got a stupid friend who lives in a pause
He takes life from the tiger’s jaws, and prays
That life begins again, after it is over
And the rainbow shines like a dream, in a daze
Ill take u thru the eye of the needle
Ill breathe a testament to ur false gods
Ill tell the truth, and contaminate the evil
And zap u like a lightning rod
(chorus)
3.
Dont you know that the rainbow is the world?
Dont you know that the news is already told?
Im gettin too old to be unfurled
Im seein the rainbow in my mind
Im waking up for the daily grind
Im singing useless things for useful people
The rainbow is not evil, its kind
Dont u know that the color kings rattle like a marble
In a tin can?
And the rainbow eats the darkness like a mother
Without a son?
Dont u know that u can never be a man?
And the rainbow drags across the empty land
And the rainbow drags across the empty land
(chorus)
(chorus)
...the only division is classical and romantic. all else is contributory to these two. postmodern, modern, no. romantic. it all follows the romantic objective. one is ruled by the time at which it occurred, and the other is ruled by the mechanism of breaking from any present time.
SONG THREE : an ending that promises to begin again
1.
A legend sleeps in yur head somewhere
You take yur trembling hands
And grope for mine, like a bum for spare
Change...
You cant explain
This strange perdition that engulfs
Yur position in the sane...
And the trouble of the pulse
That leads a broken synapse
Up into my eccentric brain...
Theres a clot in my neck
And the ruins of time
Keep me from being able to find
A comfortable spot to rest
(chorus)
Im stuck in erasure--a constant exposure
To the elements still provides me with eyes
To see bad karma writhing in my spleen
And I wonder if ill dream
While the whole WORLD is awake
Will I be the manufactured figure,
Will I be fake?
Or will I take these petty abstractions
And roll them up into a ball
And put them in my pocket
Just to feel the reason stall
In my throat...
Is life a puzzle, or a joke?
2.
The life you led one sunny afternoon
Is the life you never led again...
I can appreciate the reasons
For why you did not blend
Like a chameleon in the room
But cant discern the seasons
Of the moon
Yur whispers prosper, loud
Like a passionate apostle
And the lords are proud of ur
Painting on the wall...
That skritter of an evening gone
Is enough to scatter colors
When the sky finally falls,
And the lords are like the brothers
Of what lorded over them...
Take these idols and shatter them...
The racket in my brain is loud
And does not end
And does not end
And does not end, even when the jig is up
Cuz ive gotten fucked by time:
Its an ending that promises
To begin again
(chorus)
...Nobody starts an Apollonian, and only those are Dionysian who have the capacity for restraint needed to confer the Apollonian chariot, tho some die without a revision of the vision etc. some die restraintless
SONG FOUR : chauncey ames and the case of jenny preston
1.
Chauncey loved the flowers
Chauncey loved the trees
Chauncey smelled the wind
And knew that he was free
Chauncey took a cab home
Chauncey felt the air flow
Thru the window
He paid the driver extra
Just for keeping him
From being alone...
Back, once again
To the place that he had left
Long ago
In fact, it had been years and years and years
Since the man had seen walls
Not fortified in concrete...
In fact, it had been years and years and years
Since this man had put to rest
That lying cheat
(chorus)
Chauncey was a killer
That was his disease
Got off on manslaughter:
Fingerprints on a pair keys
Got him twelve years
For offing someone's daughter
Even tho she was eighty three
Cuz no matter how old u are
Everyone
Is a daughter or son
To someone
2.
Now he's out, but he has his fears...
Maybe people will not like him
For his past
It is unclear
Even after all the facts
Had been presented...
Whether Jenny Preston
Was murdered, or just had a bad fall
Onto a bed of broken glass
They found her in the hall
At the head of the stairs, flat on her wrinkled ass
(chorus)
Chauncey was a man of few words
But in the end he was unheard
His eyes were petrified
In delirium
His arms shook
As he held the gun
He took aim
On the good book
Instead of his brains
just to prove a point
His neck is craned
His eyes like coins
That shine their milky matter
On the barrel of a luger
(Chorus)
...doubt any of y'all would live up to the wit/confidence/sardonicism y'all judiciously sculpt for hours on the book of face.
SONG FYVE: my summer home
1.
This is food for thought
Write it down in chalk:
The chimney puffs
From the fire in the fireplace
And erupts in a black plume
And with luck
The old man
Balances a spoon
On his nose
He sits inside a room
As the room grows
Smoking from a pipe
While its raining outside
And the light
Is waning, slowly waning, outside
My fingers and my toes
Are numb to the bone
And I will have my wish
To swim with all the fish
In the sea of my mind
In time ill find
A little spot in the country
Somewhere peaceful and secluded
Ill save up all my money
And hope im not deluded
And hope that I can find a place
Thats nice, a lush spot
For a good price
(Chorus)
Do you feel that I feel you?
Do you feel that you feel me?
The time is right to live again
To let the atoms wiggle
In our spherical galaxy
That seems to have no real end
But the one that we assume
Is reality, and soon
We'll eat up all the doom
2.
Concentrate upon a single understanding
Dont let the sisters on the throne
Rage in the dome
And find out that this trip
Needs more planning to exist
The sky is silver and the universe is green
Ill show you things in this world
That you have never seen
Things that have been waiting
So long to be unfurled
Things for boys and things for girls
Without an explanation
Ill bring the nation together
And hold it by a tether
Show you things for boys
And things for girls
(Chorus)
...for example i would never be able to muster the cognitive stones to say all of this, in order, amongst the company of people, even friends
SONG SIX : notion
#1
im in the middle of this phrase
Stuck between the lines
Bless these simple chains
I'll see what I can find
In my simple mind
To lead to some way out
The drip, drip drip of water
From the trippy rusty spout
Keeps me awake
I'll explain that to ur daughter
The world is fake
The world is miles away:
Chorus:
Put a notion on the river
And see it travel downsteam
Suspended on liquid creature dreams
I sweated thru the fever
And, between the middle of this phrase
Passed all my days in solitude
And grew weaker, as the days
Passed on in solitude
You can call me daft
You can say im frozen
In technicolor time
That im stranded on an island
In the middle of the ocean
But I dont have the spine
To wiggle thru the shaft
And give you back
This simple notion
#2
I gots a paper boat
Lofting on the water
It travels down ur purple throat
And dissolves in the water
I set a fire just to see if it could think
And I questioned the venom
Just to see if it could blink
Nonsense on the edge
Of the bullshit day
Chillin on the ledge, you shape the clay
And drive the screws on down
And drive the screws on down
I thought of you, thought of you
And I felt like a clown
(chorus)
#3
I crawl out, I crawl out
I crawl out of bed
I walk down the hall
To turn the notion into thread
And whisper rumors to the dead
Sometimes I try to talk
And my voice drops
Sometimes the vague paralysis
Defies analysis
And you are left sitting on a chair
In a yellow room
That is a technicolor tomb
Without a door, confined and spare,
I crawl, I crawl
I crawl out of bed
And walk down the hall
And fall and fall and fall
Into the creation of sound
Until I hit the ground
And everything is mother night
And the imperfections in yur eye
Spangle in the strange notion of the twilight
(chorus)
(chorus)
...the broad concept of subjectivity has as much to do with a detailed exegesis of one tenet of it as death itself with the specific way we die
SONG SEVEN : collected and connected
You're a sharp one
You're a dumb one
You got nobody
But the people in yur head
And everybody is connected
But you aint connected to them
Yur a ghost, on the interim
While the fringes die out
You live them out
To the last splinter
Until it is winter
And the trees are all white with snow
And the blue wind blows
Yu spend twenty minutes
Feeling for the lightswitch
In a room made out of figments
That you shovel into a ditch
And bury, along with all yur
Dangerous ambitions
And as you drive away, you feel
The religion
Of yur memories corrupt u
And yu reel
CHORUS.
Cuz everyones connected
Everyones collected
Into the same intangible organism
That lives life in the schism
Of ur teeth
I watch ur lips move
And cannot hear u speak
I pick up on the clues
and watch the pressure leak
Until all of it is used
And nothing much is left
To be abused
Everyones connected by a string
That trembles across the space
Of every living thing
The fractions of my face
illuminate in the light
I shake when i sing
I am a yellow kite
Mangled in a tree
Forgotten by the breeze
I am a thing, wafting in the breeze
But I have begun again, my friend,
Just by following the string
Follow, follow the string
#2
Two days ago the WORLD was made of angles
I opened my eyes to the lost ways
And came upon a shallow swale
The brush and branches tangled
And the rays of the sun, barely
Coming thru the jail
Of the scary fray
Dont you think that yur fellow men
Would like to lend a hand?
And dont you think
That this desert you have crossed
Only gets u more lost
Until u arrive at the brink
Of the sahara, and find
A single, solitary house
Where a mumbling old man
Is confined
(CHORUS)
(CHORUS)
i always dress nice when i have no place to go. otherwise i look like a sweaty coked up hobo. its my chic, paranoid hobo chic. my comportment u say? quirky to the acquaintance, somewhat sad to the friend, an endearing mix of both with a dash of worry to the best friend, and an embarrassment to the significant other. im usually the life of the party bc i bring drugs so people are forced to tolerate my horror of a personality.
rejection is a rare and beautiful flower
my time is spent tending it
my life
wants it to be a gift
i water the flower
it sits next to my bed
it is next to a lamp
littered under the lamp
are dead ladybugs
ladybugs are all over my house
but if i am not meant i am not meant
and i cast my line of poetry here
trying to figure out if it was meant to be there
wonder exactly why what is innumerable
can be rare
and think of lots of things
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Virginia: Day 10
DAVENFORTH: -Does this university have a gym? It better. Well, Dave is in there. Not that you can see him, there's a heavy punching bag taking quite the abuse. There's flurries of hits, but their source can't be seen.-
HIGHBLOOD: =Watching this. He's here. He's maybe always been here. Crunches nacho slowly, loudly.=
DAVENFORTH: -When the fuck did you even get here-
DAVENFORTH: -Flashes in and kicks the bag, sending it flying into a wall. He lands, huffing, sweating.-
QIRIN: =she comes in eventually, sitting quietly on a bench with her hands open in her lap, watching Sonic the Hedgehog beat up a gremlin.=
HIGHBLOOD: =hands Qirin cheesy nacho chips= :o)
DAVENFORTH: -He hasn't noticed the audience yet, walking over and hoisting the bag up, placing it back on its rack.-
QIRIN: =....thanks. She nods and takes it, not wishing to be the one to disrupt the silence.=
HIGHBLOOD: =loudly crunches chip again=
DAVENFORTH: -Looks up. Oh. He gives a sup nod-
HIGHBLOOD: you tirin already brother, shit just got good =eats more chips and nods at him=
QIRIN: =waves gently. hi, she read the news.=
DAVENFORTH: Nah just didnt realize i had an audience
DAVENFORTH: -Rolls his shoulders and goes back to punching the bag, normally this time. He's putting a lot of effort behind these swings, the impacts very audible in the gym-
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ERIDAN: -Somewhere in the first floor of the university science department, a fish troll has made his headquarters. The door of a lab is thrown open while music plays, if it could be called music. It was muffled and the signal was terribe with static. It was obviously a radio hotwired to pick up whatever far off-planet station that dared to air all the way to Earth. A small sign of life in the otherwise gloomy dark school hallways.-
ERIDAN: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=And-yo5jwko
ROXANNE: -Obviously if she was going to tour around anywhere to distract herself from the stress and danger it would be the science building. It would be like a blast from the past. When Roxanne had still been in school she spent all her time in her campus science department or observatory (good place to study, really quiet.) She walks aimlessly around the empty halls of the first floor peeking in through a window or two until the sound of shitty music gains her attention and she follows it until she is looking in through the open door to the lab.-
ROXANNE: Huh. -Looks like they were re-purposing rooms.-
ERIDAN: -Repurposing the rooms in a manner of speaking. The tables were lined with Eridan's "meager" collection of assault weapons. Everything ranging from harpoon guns to muskets, photon, and of course, the standard automatic was laid out on display.-
ERIDAN: -Eridan himself was half sprawled over the professor's desk, having fallen asleep over maps of the Washington battle grounds next to his honest-to-god duct taped radio hull. The source of the static music.- (zzzz)
ROXANNE: -What a hero, what a pro.-
ROXANNE: -Maybe she should just let him sleep, but tickle her curious at just why he was napping in a slightly redecorated lab while leaving dangerous weaponry about.- ROXANNE: Hm. -She knocks on the frame of the doorway to see if that will wake him up.-
ERIDAN: -SNORTS AWAKE, hunting knife almost instantly in his hand. Maybe he fell asleep with it? He lifts his head to peer blearily around, glasses askew.- zzzuhfuck -Spots Roxanne at the door, eyebrows furrowing until he's giving a mighty stretch at the desk.-
ERIDAN: oh dammit
ERIDAN: justa human -yawns toothily, using the pointy end of the knife to scratch at the base of his horns.- wwhats the commotion
ROXANNE: -Yep just a human 8) -
ROXANNE: -Briefly flinches when he wakes up with a knife of all things.- Jeez ya' expecting certain company with that tooth pick? ...horn pick?
ERIDAN: surprised you aint similar wwise givven your situation -The horn pick feels good actually.... he casually keeps sweeping the blunt end along the wwavvy shape of his horns. The amphibious insectoid that he is, totally half asleep.-
ERIDAN: mess hall aint this wway if youre lookin
ROXANNE: Man I'd be real dumb if I was lookin' for a bite to eat.
ROXANNE: Surprise Im here to steal the guns you left out on the table for absolutely basically anyone to come and get. -jabs a thumb at the arms display. Do you get her point.-
ERIDAN: -gives her this LOOK.- wwhat
ERIDAN: do you think im sendin these folks out there empty handed
ERIDAN: kinda presumptuous a you assumin im runnin that kinda operation here
ERIDAN: takin is wwhat theyre FOR
ROXANNE: Right right i get that, but no sign in sheet or nothin'?
ROXANNE: Dang its like you got no respect for 'em. -Steps all the way in and eyes the collection close up. Some of these are nice.-
ROXANNE: Also seems dangerous.
ERIDAN: yeah probably thats also in essence the point -rubbing his eyes under his glasses and then reaches under his desk. Time to pour himself a drink.-
ROXANNE: -Picks up the automatic and looks it over, is it in good condition?- ROXANNE: Then you run a risky armory.
ERIDAN: meh -Damn. He has no more cups. Just swings back this rock n rye flavored faygo with a grimace.-
ERIDAN: -All the rifles are in good condition. It's one of the few things Eridan gives a shit about enough to invest and maintain.-
ERIDAN: run your owwn armory if you wwanna criticize
ROXANNE: If I had plans ta' stick around i might. We could have a whole competition, best arms dealer wins.
ROXANNE: -Puts down the automatic and picks up the harpoon gun, inspecting it in quite the same manner and then aiming it at the opposite wall. Her finger isnt on the trigger of course, but shes never shot one before and wanted to try holding it.-
ERIDAN: run me outta business fine
ERIDAN: so long as the job gets done -The safety's on and it gleams sharply in the flourescent lighting. A deadly harpoon, especially in the right hands.-
ROXANNE: -Noice. Its got a good weight to it.- Those are the words of someone plannin' on losing.
ROXANNE: -Turns her head to flash him a small smile.- But like i said not stickin' around to do your job for you.
ERIDAN: yeah -What he's agreeing to, it's not apparent. He's just chugging more faygo, eyes drooping heavily.- mmmmh
ERIDAN: ought to pick one you like or somethin
ROXANNE: Hm?
ROXANNE: ....Are you just gonna' give me a gun? -How sleepy IS this guy.-
ERIDAN: -fingers are knotted into his hair as he gives himself a massage around the temples- ...fuckin
ERIDAN: yes i am
ERIDAN: it aint that goddamn complicated sometimes a request or a question is just simple
ERIDAN: not wwarrantin the necessity to react like youre batshit insane
ERIDAN: i already had to deal wwith one a you
ERIDAN: or else just drop it clearly attempts at generosity or concern at you humans just aint wworth it
ROXANNE: Sorry consider me a lil' hesitant around strangers lately.
ROXANNE: Thanks for the offer though, ill take ya' up on it. -Shes putting down the harpoon gun and taking one of the automatics. sure the spear was cool, but this would be a lot more useful later.-
ERIDAN: -reaching under his desk again. This time pulling out a twinkie, peeling apart the wrapper.- least you got your senses about you -mutters.-
ROXANNE: -Tucks that gun away safe and sound in her sylladex now before turning to watch eridan snack.-
ROXANNE: So... besides hand out guns an' chug shitty soda brands, what else do you get up to in here?
ERIDAN: i aint in here most instances
ERIDAN: im out and about runnin the operation a course
ERIDAN: the fuck else wwould i be
ERIDAN: besides sittin square wwith my thumb up my ass
ERIDAN: dealin wwith local patrols and organizin scouts for supplies and shit a that nature
ROXANNE: -She shrugs.- 'Dunno what else you would have been doing thats why I asked.
ROXANNE: -Did they get rid of any of the tech in this lab?-
ERIDAN: -grunts. Nah, they didn't. But they did disembowel the computers for various things. Mainly so they wouldn't be used.-
ROXANNE: -She doesnt care too much about them being gutted, she just wants to look at them. She takes a seat at one of the counter tops and fiddles with the ripped open technology.- Hah. Ya' know its kinda' nice to see that not too much has changed in the sense of the standard open to public campus computers.
ERIDAN: i wwouldnt fuckin knoww
ERIDAN: i aint gone to no humanclad univversity
ROXANNE: You sure missed out then.
ROXANNE: Human uni. is where it is at.
ERIDAN: -just. Stuffs this whole twinkie in his mouth. Chews balefully.- sounds like its a baised drawwn conclusion but alright
ROXANNE: Oh it absolutely is but its also the damn truth.
ROXANNE: You ever had a "Week of Welcome" wherever you studied?
ROXANNE: Its crazy let me tell you.
ERIDAN: -fixes her with a dubious frown.- a wweak of wwelcome sounds like the traditionalistic ritual of testin the constitution newwly ascended trolls
ERIDAN: vvia drowwnin their heads in load gapers and seein if they resuscitate afterwwards
ERIDAN: guess humans got more spine to them than i thought initially
ROXANNE: ......Wowie.
ROXANNE: Nah we didn't do any of that.
ROXANNE: It was basically a week of clubs an' academic society groups tryin' to out-do each other with fun or dumb activities.
ROXANNE: You could pet like seven dogs by the library.
ROXANNE: Or get free pizza or cup cakes for shaking a teachers hand.
ROXANNE: Although sometimes you got to pay $20 to smash a car with a sludge hammer but that was more often around finals.
ERIDAN: so
ERIDAN: youre sayin there aint some kind of mutilation or murder plots invvolvved
ERIDAN: not evven a little
ROXANNE: Not usually.
ERIDAN: evven the recreational shits got some bite to it
ERIDAN: ...huh -sips faygo thoughtfully.-
ROXANNE: Yep. School is a place for petting dogs, makin' the grades, and getting sloshed on a thursday night when you know you have a 8am lecture hall.
ERIDAN: suppose i relate on some level -hmphs, unimpressed.-
ERIDAN: but nothin too solid
ROXANNE: Thats okay. Lets agree to leave it as a cultural difference I guess
ERIDAN: fairs fair -sloshes down the rest of this lukewarm faygo. Disgusting.-
ERIDAN: im eridan
ROXANNE: -If its so gross dont drink it.-
ROXANNE: -She turns around on her stool.- Nice to meet ya'.
ROXANNE: Im Roxanne.
ERIDAN: uh sure -He DOUBTS it's nice to meet him but accepts this introduction anyhow.- dunno if i ought to point it out or nothin ERIDAN: but you aint lookin like the battlefield type so ERIDAN: noww im wonderin wwhat the shit youre doin taggin along the assassination brigade for
ERIDAN: it aint exactly the equivvalent to pizza and pettin puppies or wwhatevver the fuck
ROXANNE: Ya' aint wrong there.
ROXANNE: Its kind of a long story. But to summarize why I'm goin' along on this crazy shoot the duo president mission is to make sure the dad of my infant daughter doesnt get himself killed in the process.
ROXANNE: Plus I got no weekend plans.
ERIDAN: -He understands these words individually and is trying to piece them together into something comprehensible.- so outta obligation to your mate aka the sire a your offspring
ROXANNE: Mmmm, not technically either of those things.
ROXANNE: But close enough.
ROXANNE: Derek is my ex, and we adopted a lil' girl while we were still together.
ERIDAN: so it wwas a beforan style cullin ritual
ERIDAN: wwherein the twwo a you havve obligation ovver some helpless wward
ERIDAN: all the wwhile ditchin wwhat i presume wwas a romantic entanglement
ERIDAN: but its enough for you to pledge loyalty enough to head facefirst into the troll davvy jones locker of suicide missions for
ERIDAN: ...
ERIDAN: wwho the hell is this guy anywway
ROXANNE: Bingo.
ROXANNE: Derek Strider. You'd know him if you met him.
ROXANNE: About yay tall -Gestures the height.- kinda' full of himself.
ROXANNE: Triangle shades.
ERIDAN: oh
ERIDAN: him
ERIDAN: ....
ERIDAN: i dont see it
ROXANNE: -Snrks.- Dont see what? Him being a dad or the relationship?
ERIDAN: wwhy the shit hes wworth you dyin for
ERIDAN: you aint even invvolvved anymore
ERIDAN: the risks real possible just FYI
ERIDAN: but on top of losin a dad your grubs riskin losin its mom too aint it
ERIDAN: wway to fuckin go the both a you
ROXANNE: Yeah i know.
ROXANNE: But hey if we both die then i dont have to tell my baby that her daddy died. -Yes, just smile the real truth away.-
ROXANNE: Nah but... caring about someone can make ya' do crazy shit.
ROXANNE: We may not be together anymore but it doesnt change the fact that I still love him in other ways.
ERIDAN: crazy shit like a plea for attention if i evver fuckin saww it
ERIDAN: hey blowwhole look wwhat im puttin at risk for you
ERIDAN: -snorts- bet he dont appreciate it none
ROXANNE: -Snrks.- Even if it was a cry for attention,
ROXANNE: Which its not.
ROXANNE: He might appreciate it at least a little.
ROXANNE: Or at least feel damn well guilty when its all over, haha.
ERIDAN: not appreciativve enough to vvalue your grubs livvelihood it dont look like ERIDAN: smfh wwhat do i knoww
ERIDAN: just got a general sense a wwhat a guardians supposed to behavve to compare it to
ERIDAN: and i wwas reared by a goddamn skyhorse scrod rest his fuckin soul
ROXANNE: Ya' probably know just about as much about proper parenting as me, to be honest.
ROXANNE: Still workin' on that whole "Perfect suburban mom" deal.
ROXANNE: But he cares about her a lot. I think he just got his head dragged into this mission.
ROXANNE: Keep hoping he's gonna' snap out of it but maybe its his feelings from how hes about to have another baby with his wife that makes him feel like he needs to save the world.
ERIDAN: -grunts- i guess
ERIDAN: still a fuckin shame says i
ERIDAN: pitys gonna only go so far and in the ends its gotta be you and your owwn hide
ERIDAN: the shit youre invvested in or wwhatever
ERIDAN: wwardin the grub
ERIDAN: cant be a bad thing
ERIDAN: but youre wwastin your fuckin energy expectin anybody to change for you wwho aint done shit to try
ERIDAN: except ask you to be there and vvalidate you feelin needed or wwhat not
ERIDAN: makes the cycle addictivve -sighs out, staring off. Time to break out more faygos.-
ROXANNE: Well damn.
ROXANNE: This is some impromptu broken relationship advice or what.
ERIDAN: no -turns to her to deadpan.- its advvice on survvivin past tomorroww
ROXANNE: Oh i know im gonna'.
ERIDAN: the credits goin to you then
ERIDAN: or him rather
ERIDAN: hes the one in the front lines aint he
ERIDAN: suspect much -asks it like a question. Suspect much??-
ROXANNE: Yeah he is.
ROXANNE: But while derek has a big talk I also know he has the skills to back it up.
ROXANNE: And I'm mostly tagging along to provide immediate cover for the kill group.
ERIDAN: right... -Sure Jan. He believes you.-
ROXANNE: What ya' dont believe i can do it?
ERIDAN: wwhats it matter wwhat i think
ERIDAN: im the guy leavvin my wweaponry lyin strewwn about wwilly nilly
ROXANNE: ...... -Chuckles.-
ROXANNE: Fair point.
ERIDAN: -slorps a new faygo. This one a grape flavored one.-
ERIDAN: doesnt matter wwhat i say
ERIDAN: its you and your time and wwho youre puttin it towwards
ERIDAN: hope you get it back at the end of the day is all
ERIDAN: -says this because he's totally judging you, Rox.-
ROXANNE: -Seriously, How many sodas is this guy going to drink.-
ROXANNE: -She shrugs. He is free to judge away, the plan is stupid and risky and she knows that by going into it she might die. But if there was anything she could do to help minimize the chance of any more casualties on this suicide run it would be worth it.-
ROXANNE: Ya' know we've talked a lot about me, but what about you Eridan?
ROXANNE: I could be wrong but ya' dont seem like the type to be visiting earth to get a load of our, albeit currently dying, culture. Is it the soda brands that caught your attention?
ERIDAN: the only thing wworth a damn to come outta earth if you ask me -snarks but it lacks bite. He just shrugs.-
ERIDAN: just so happens i got a free wweekend too
ROXANNE: Aww really? Thats all you enjoy about it?
ERIDAN: you got decent pastries i guess -Don't aww at him...-
ROXANNE: Pastries and soda.
ROXANNE: Well. Everyone's gotta have their favorites.
ERIDAN: sos you
ERIDAN: it just so happens yours got pointshades
ROXANNE: -HRGH.-
ROXANNE: Pft... Nah.
ERIDAN: youd die for it so
ERIDAN: wwheres the fuckin lie tee bee ach
ROXANNE: I'm not going to die for him, because we're not going to die.
ROXANNE: Also like I said before you can care about someone without them being your favorite.
ERIDAN: guess youre right
ERIDAN: wwith that logic im layin my life on the line for a mime
ROXANNE: Is the mime your buddy?
ERIDAN: hell no
ERIDAN: he dont evven like me and frankly i dont care for his foot wwear
ERIDAN: wwho am i kiddin
ERIDAN: at least its consistant -just B/ at himself.-
ROXANNE: Pfft.
ROXANNE: Hilarious. Well I havent met this mime but ill be keepin' an eye out for what shoes he's wearing.
ERIDAN: -lowkey fist clenching memes.- youll see it
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i grew up fast (so fast) (too quick nigga) (wish i went through when i was just a bit bigger) can you tell me who the parent is uh ya the first time i drove a whip i was a fuckin kid, (96 suburban nigga) (yo yo, did you tell em why) oh ya shit my fault my mom was bleeding from her chin i dont know what from or what about, scared to death i took that drive to the ER (Medical SHIIIT) (mom got too drunk again and feel out) (wheres dad? in his room his doors locked, figures i dont expect, as i try to knock (no answer nigga) i dont blame em he removes himself from the sitiation so he dont hit her) ya i fucking grew quick, ya i fucking tryed some shit, the first time i dropped out and took some shroomies i was age 6 plus 6, thats 12 for the illiterates, actually aas a matter a fact it was fuckin pleasant as fuck as i drew back the droe and took another hit. now that i think that was the day, older brother came and gave me cig i obliged no way to say nay, i was still trippin and it was a sensational feelin, it left me stumblin and dizzy a head rush like no other i was hooked for live to the day and i dont blame him, i dont think he knew what he had started, adding to the compilation of the monsxter inside that took refuge and started, poison in his mind, the drugs altered his brain activity but he was buckled up and commited to the ride.Shit i just said in third person let me apologize to yall sometimes the ideas flow together like two fortune five mergin, these feels of hate be strong ya im hurtin, i cant blame no one, i cant choose the family i was birthed in, started sniffin ups felt my blood surgin, gotta big head but my nemisis, the evil inside myself was bigger aboutt the size of a white sturgeon, like some northern ish that canadain shit like british columbia or somethin idk, alls i can say is that BC bud out that bitch is my fav to blow, the sour D, diesel to be exact for you niggas who waana try to nit pick or correct my personal facts, let me just speak at you, all the hatin niggas tryin bring me down, bad news, i do drugs like steve from fuckin blues clues, but my rents always on time when that xshits due, any ways i side tracked speaking of tracks just lined some shit up did with speed did with need i did it with tact, im dextrous and shit i always have a unique train of thought oh shit trains again trains derailed at this point hhaaha i crack myself up sometimes with the wit in my words leh-let you in on the pun so you can join in my fun, about the lines the lines are no more you didn arrive in time i promise these raps have rhythm they have rhyme i aint spittin to waste your time, i aint spittin to catch a dime, bag or bitch, it really dont matter, niether last long but they are still my niche, come here bitch come hit this shit, this time dont have a fit, mind over matter just stick yuh nose in these rails sit down for a bit, drink some wata, go to your happy place we are gettin to old for me to have tote on yuh just from hitten lines but i put up wit it, you got that 50 thou boat on yuh, not to mention your ride, that shit is so sweet i cant decidddee which id rather seed, as in inseminate with my seaman as i play the part as a seaman workin for seimans on a marine voyage i aint like you im a higher being, i dont know whatchu talkin whatch your eyes be seein i am a divine heathan i really cant fucking believe a niggas still breathin im a florida boy born and raised, i sit the fuck back drink my beer in the shade, high as i usually am a rinny tin tin rinscotts tale \down the rintin like a shark fin poatched by commercial fisherman thrown in a bin, no regard for life the human race is so greedy, people just aint my type, say what you want i know me best and i know im right. my creative talents on the other hand be outta sight, im my own worst enemy to cross the bridge pay the fee, trollin in the hood for that g, withdrawin, shakin i drop to my knee look up to the sky ask god if he sees. hear the sound of humming, huh must be bees, or im trippin out maybe its a flash back i dont remmember. whats th-this street, tremblin think my heat skipped a bit, or a couple shakinso bad my knes begin to buckle, anxiety can be dibilatated held me back from so much in life thers no debating. unfamiliar route. made it to this bar ordered a stout got to thinking, you may ask what about, this is why i like solitude to be on my own to answer to noone to depend on myself and live it to the fullest while im yung, my mind will reel, replaying all i know every single memory, that im capable of bringing back, i compare my brain to a file cabinet, i keep it hidden like in an office towards the back. A photographic memory is a gift and a curse, ill tell you whatat, if you dont keep it in check you will end up in a herse, sure you can remember the happy shit the good things in your life but you cant fucking forget the huge hits the fucking bad bitch the one who broke your heart? dounno how to forget you but i think i know where to start, i thought it was drugs, i numbed my body with chemicals little did i know with every shot the metaphorical shovel scooped out some more dirt from the inconcievable whole i fuckin dug. my life has been weird kinda like an opriental from a flee market an awkward rug, with no real spot in the house, was always the black sheep in the fam i tryed to tip toe as quiet as a mouse, some tom and jerry shit my mistakes and regrets cbhasing me around like tom the cat from that shit, I hide in my hidey whole, disconeected from any social environmeent i often found myself cryin, but self loathin is kinda like being a a gay with some dicks hes blowin, givin a ski job pitty is the lube hatred is the tube the vessel to carry out a deed the fags not sure about, hes experimentin comparable to some situations in my life cept wont catch me with two dudes in a shower, that was just a metaphor. you feel me? im sure the haters will hop all over that verse but just fuckinh hear me. I got my shades on and these bitches special, haters they block, they keep you no fun, sticklers out of sight out of mind like spf 75 sun block, that industrial shit, factory born hear the lunch bell on the horn, an hour passes the busy bees come back to the floor to join the others to join the masses; the hoard., here the hum of the worker bees at work as they sneek rum in there flasks stuck it in to the hive got it past the queen time to catch a buzz to make this pain stop while i avoid the fuzz the narks at work, cant control it even if they wanted to stop. i dont want to hurt. this was a metaphor for the endless rut of a reality ive become accustomed to; succomed too, the low of the low. comparable to a german trench on the frontlines., my life feels like a conveyer belt, makin the same product running the same direction never really goiong any where, now thats was an analagy, keeping up? yung unsensitive how many? 0 fucks, 0 fucks giveen, 0 blights forgiven, spiteful to death and mornful for noone, nothing left inside just another no-go, malfunctioning product family be like feeling “ i feel like they robbed us” of our brother our son and our friend , dont worry fam im still with you in your hearts up to the end. im tired of our society with all its malice and fallacy, thinking to my self how sad it must be, to be washed in the brain to be hypnotized, this shits so insane.you want that shit super sized? of course nigga watchu you sayin. A glutonous society obsessed with self indulgence people actually still believe good people are in abundance. Speaking of which, fuck the people for a tec, have you looked around lately, this earth is a wreck, mark my words we headin straight for destruction, We are not being good care takers, we fuckckin actin so careless what doesdo the opeople in power really expect?? just pass it on to the next generation “ohh, its not our life time we will leave it for you” Thats a big fuck you to the generations after you undeserving self entitled fucks finallyy croak. get the fuck outa here, tell me when you sold your sold, you heartlesxs bastards would give anything for xsome more of that paper thgat rules all, the pressure you have put on everyone, no one is an exception, to support ourselves and loved ones to provide for our own and multiple other peoples nees, the urge to make money looms over our heads like a pestiliant storm cloud of angst and uncertainty, boreing a fucking whole in our moral, making peoplpe desperaate rising crime rates because people get desperate, people need to survive and they will do dam near whatever it takess to make the money they need, for whatever purpose. ill whipe my ass with it throw in your cards i will win you better fold. i have freeedom, you ask what? anominity you fuckers, i can moldd my own life i have the freedomm of choosing, i certainly dont have to wait for legislation to pass a bill which you bribed for votes to do so anyways, to do something something much worse than im capabloe of ever doing, intentionally ruining the environment and turning our planet to mars just for paper with and idea (with a “hey, take our word for it, its worth something “””WE PROMISE”””” fucks) behind it not even gold bars, fuck you niggas mark my words illl bring all you mother fuckers down, ill run you fucks out of town, you hear that sound? its a train. its my passion and my determination to take you out, maybe ill use a fuckin plane? i mean its o.k. for the CIA to do it, right? Create this ridiculously elaborote ruse this plot, thyat fucking fooled all the ignorant and brainwashed americans you have already sucked in with your cancerous propaganda, kids lost to your bullshit through social media and the fucking criteria you make teachers teach young minds, we are taught from a very young age that “ huraaahh america is number one! Terrorists bad! Environmental destruction of a planet good!” how about we help some of the third woorld countries (which you know we wouldnt have to be gunning down women and children in the streets) we could just like give them the water they need? help them gentrify there communities teach them how to develop better skills, teach them more efficient ways to take advantage of their land, maybe bring some seeds to food sources that can be grown creating a bit of self sustainability that may not be indigenous but would grow in their country?? you greedy fucks just want oil, when we have enough in our reserves in alaska/canada to last north america 500 years falsey blame others, create an imaginary war “the war on terrorism, which infact is a fucking cover a false entity, to entice patriotism to loosely keep this crumbling empire together the last attempt, the only thread left in the button holding up the pants we call america, you forgot to tell the word all that shit is just whack [ simply a meticulously pplanned and executed ploy to spur interests in the middle east, control the oil and power will return back east, return to u, Cause god knows you tax the fuck out of us for EVERYTHING especially mnother fucking gas, so we can pay for wellfare and pay for fucking solar power for rich fucks who e==inherited wealth, people who hdont know what working a day means and never will be, never had a problem, never been broke “oh shit my fucking croket set is missingg a ball” lose the pretense fuckers, you cocksuckers, arrogant low lives.. Money makes you any better then the hard working man that cover your tax breaks pay like our fucking ppolice forces (who are a bunch of ROTC drop outs with a badge and sense of power nnow being unfair and crooked taking some kind of revenge on the idea of the kids who picked on them all through out school” Motherfucker its harder to become a plumber, the learning and process is longer/more rigorous then a 6 month police academy which is fucking my lil pony world ( ith ink there is a fantasy kids show for my lil pony with their own fantasy dimension/world)compared to a military bootcamp. A doctrine instilled to stop the spread of communisim wherever and whenever it may presenet itsxelf? when is the fighting going to stop in that area of our dying earth, thjey have been fighting eachother since lifes initial birth, what whoever was in power or in charge of trading the petroleumn to us wanted to charge an extra dollar 4 dollars aBARREL instead of 3??? whaa you fucking greedy cunts,? so we invade and take control put there people on dog collars?? for wshat a dollar difference in productionfreedom of speech as you mothers suck the livlyhood from our home like a blood sucking leech, so careless, you know exactly what your doing, you just dont care it aint your problem your headin towardcs the end your death is brewin, well im the reaper of death cloaked in black i always get my man like a cold inwe can hardly co-exist and efficiently function. We are on world one love bob marley shit im getting tired of going throught the motions im all fucked up inside and shit. Early development can be a lynch pin. to either set a strong first corner stone, ceremonial placement of the first corner stone, free mason shit, corn and vegetable oil, so many customs and traditions are goin down a fuckin hill catch em rollin. Early life is so fucking critical for a young kid, childrens minds are like a sponge they are looking up to their elders they are developing mentally they consume everything around them and retain more than you know, give your kids a healthy and stimulating environment and they will let there talents grow let there talents show let there brilliance flow let there inhibitions go, gone like dust in the wind, never catch em in trouble nothing, not one sin. They will begin to get older, be super organized, super focused for school, every class haxs a folder. As you watch them grow you will feel it in your heart you will fuckin kno, atleast you did this at least you used your parental guidance for good. when you die you know youll be missed, your kid dont throw fits, not one bit, hes such a chip off the old block that was cliche as fuck haha tuck em inh for bed his forhead you kiss. I just might fucking shed a tear, I cant fight this urge to drink a beer. I cant deny this fucking fear, I must look like just like headlights shinin onm a deer, jock strap aroun d my ankles, dumbfounded, look in my eyes, perplexed, look on my face as it hits, you get a certain taste in your mouth this race is coming to a close suddenly your filled with doubht, seriously you should be care free, yuou did your duty as a parent, im jealous wish that was me, chill the fuck out go drink some fucking relaxing tea or something, sobrietyy seems to be a good mixture along with love and rationality to make a family function like a well greased machine, like a mechanisim freshly whipped down with some white lithium grease. tuned and ready to go, temped to huff the fumes and left everything go, turn your car on shut the garage door, let death grip you, dont seem to care anymore, I cant change the past and i have no regreats, will i make it to thirty? “right over here people!” “place your bets!”, ill take my tickets to my Life Show and just scalp em make some extra cash, im already absent, so detatched;incapable of feeling. even if im there aint nothing going on emotionally in there (guarantee you im smilin an nodding i really dont give 2 fucks no more”, take that money right to the plug i promote fucking drugs not hugs, or why not both? why does the saying have to be one or the other when sxometimes its both you desire the most. Take the scalpin’ money from the tickets to the play of my life, go on down to the hood, pick up some bags mis amigos habla “Drogas” los hermanos tambien, this urge is hard to fight. Its a romance [a ritual of being, so0mething un explainable i wish i was never a part of, im always metaphorically bleeding. My poker face is strong, fuck showing weakness i alwayxs thought it was to show emotuion. wrong....... but its not, it can save your life, can \get you through, throw you a life jacket, get you out of that tide you fought, that frigid water no warmer than dry eyes.. Ive always been a loose cannon, I go with the flow, not lookin back, been chillin with the old heads they were suprisxed i could hang and, back to the point haha literally or figuratively is the question... im not gonna keep you waitin or leave yall hangin, i hate cliff hangers, make me wait 45 five minutes leave me jonesin’ its slow goin like grindin that ‘crete in the hangers polishin’ that baby out and coatin with some apoxy, its a process, i just get my drugs, whate=vers around and hit bangersz til i pass out, thatsx how my life has been goingg, i feel like im in the chambers just waiting to be gassed out. Flip the fuuckin switch you fuckin pussy end all this malcontent and hate, make itt black, eternal reest at loast.. dress me up real nice maybe a sharp vest, go through the processions and go through the motions fucking burn my body bitches, i want to be in the ocean ive always felt drawn to it, like an unexplainable,, unatainable unfakeable feeling or notion. im happiest sippin a coctail right by the ocean, thats where you put me to rest... ill be pissed as fuck dont treat me like a fucking ruck; i beenn aroound, age is but a number, my knowledge is vast and profound, ya thats right bitch im fuckin educated, know more tthan you will learn in your life time and im 20 years, old get what im sayin? i dont got a big heaad im actually humble, just at my breaking point. if i was a volcanoe you would feel the rumble; the pre-emptive signs of an eruption pre-determineed in the creator’s mind he took his divine time to find a wayy to grin away the time it took to find the book i bind when al i want is to be stress free and unwind but im the opposite wound up liike the grandfather clock i wish i could stop , the wheels are in motion the gears are set to full speed the feels keep comin i got this itch; this notion, this inkling to stop minglin, stop wastin my time with u useless fuccks. i think its time, its not the end my journey, just started this epic tale of sorrow, my feelings have departed, im fuckingg frozen over colder than ice, dry ice. cant touch me im full of hate and vice, addictive personality on a suicide mission like a ffucking missionary willing to die for his faithh,. i wish man willing to be a martyr for his religion.. ya bitch i smoke stoges in the hotel room just send the bill to him if it comes to me itll end up in the fucking rubbish bin with a looggie on top coughin up brown shit to young for that talk, to young for heart disease pack and a half a day to try to keep my miind at ease, the stress is buildin im like a tickin time bomb, im so wound up like a clock rigged to blow mount vesuvius, a test nuke... the alarm is soundinn off. A bright flash like a million lightning strikes, bout to pop off.. but atleast with style got my limited eddition nikes, listen to me i soound like them, listen to me bitching like a fucking fem, bottle it up, thats what society saays, male suicide is at an all time high like two polar opposites due to wed, its never gonna work im always going to be sad im always going to hurt, no fuck it, im a lock it up and throw away the key, im gonna forget about all this shit and be a fuckin G, be hardcore like the brothhers, leave bitches cryin in the street like aall our fuckin mothers, 32 degrees ferenhiet tatted on my left pec it signifies the tempture of my heart no longer warm and red, its frozen over, it hardly beats, that shit is smaler than the grinches, i turned into what they want me to be, a danger to society, getthe fuck outa myface before i shoo,t b, I got nothing to lose, living for nothing, nada, goose eggs nigga dont give a fuck reckless, no regard for life i dont give two fucks a partridge in a ghetto street, aint no merry christmas song, i like my biches thick and dirty wearin'n some fesh tomy thongs, i use em abuse and enthuse them then ruse thm excusse them fuckin confusethem "why you so distaant all of the suden" keep the vow of silence, like a monk on a holy missio, a friar on a divine quest, sending telepathic messages look into my eyes and see, get the fuck out i was never real these feelings meant nothing to me manipulator, manipulationist making up woprds never been a relationist, the masster of his craft a ventrilliquist or a puppet master you were to blind to see, mama was right just a socio path, ya bitch tell your 7 year old child that; see how long his chipper attitude lasts, im lower than nothing, not even a worm maybe i could bbe a fucking tick suckin blood, noting left of the kid i used to be, no more self worth, i cant love you when i cant love myself, how you expect me to support you when all i do is grab a spoon andd melt all the money thaat comes my way, a junkie, bum destined for an early death and you think yous my bride to be, sorry hun you reaad me wrong, i know its hard cause bitches never know whats goin on inside my head, as i lay in bea,d staring off to somewhere, anywhere but next toyou, staring off into space thinking about my drug abuse, asking myself why, but i know the answer ready to die, but i think ill get a lapper frm one more danceer, i wanna go out in style, not som lame shit maybe go up to a mountain and stand on a cliff, look down, see wher im destined to end up as i take the safety off, finger carressing the trigger, a cool wind blows as i prepare to leave my loved ones bitter, surprised they sstayed aound thislong only ever let em down ever since i was young, never good enough always disappointing this rap comes so easily writing it like noothing, to get this off my chest as theend comes near, i shaped my own destiny i chose to die, now i chose to die here, fuk your beliefs and your faith in gods plan i took my life intomy own fucking hands, i think we all know einstiens theory of insanity, i been doin the same shit fr so long now exspectin shit to change and, i guess im insane.. i took my brilliiant, my sharp mind and put it to waste. its time to pull the inevitable, the good die young idk in this case if thats viable, im scummy i did whatever it took to get my fix to kill that pitt in my tummy. i hurt people close, i stole from my famil.y.. its time to end it, like i caqme into the world, by myself always alone, soemthing that my father toldme that really stuck, its cynical as fuck, but he was right. he said stay out of the bullshit the groggy muck. Only lookout for yourself son, ive been arounnd awhile, [people dont give a fuck about anyone else they care only for themselves, in the end at the most critical time they will always choose them instead of some one else. We are alone in this wrld and its the hard truth jut learn not to ddepend on others while you are still in your youth, ive been fucked over to many times by people i thought i was very close to. now im out to get mines me and only me you and only you, get that fucking look on ur face sorry for beeing real and telling the truth, im trying to prepare your for whats ahead, im tryig to prevent you from depending on a brutus who will fill you with lead, stab you in the back for their own
personnal gain, being to trustworthy is a heroic flaw like being egotistical, wanting to help your friends to much, being aragont ect. kryptonite to super man pease dont be batman and let it be yourr bane, bane as in the villian to let you know. im back, here are my words again not my dads, ji really do miss all the relationships i had, havent spoken to my dad in years tookk one for theteam stayed with mama dukese inj the ssplit to save faace, foir my innocent younger brothers. you know what shes also my motheer, shes not capable of surviving alone i didnt think i would abandon her ever i thought id never do that, i stuck with her out of evveryone, a family oof six she looked out for me in times of strife wish i could give her one last kiss, just shot my last 20 and i fucin missed, absesses dont matte any more i bet this 45 shoots true time for the finale, no way i can miss, as the curtains close on my young life one last thought people really took to me, like white on rice, women were drawn to me the mystery i had them enticced, June baby as a cancer i am hard to understand i met a chick once who had a spot in my liifes bnd, she knew me we had a connection so much love we were never disrespectin im glad i could atleast i could teach hersome shit before she ripped my beeating heart out of my chest and stepped on it. Loved hermore than life and i still do i promised her one day i would find her and marry her, walkher down that isle say the words ido, she felt what i felt i know its tru, wasnt ready fgor commitment baby i wil alwayslove yo never orget you if i can i connect with you, like a disease i infected you i aways broght you downi was just baggage extra wait holing you down dragging around im glad youo saw through my snake charming ways saw me for who i was a bumm who couldnt change noot in a short number of days, someone so crippled by pain and grief it was beyond belief, she was the only one i wore my heart on my sleeve for , she lef me sobbinig, crrying violently without end in the door the doorway to more pain. i know she had no choice she had to live her lifee i was just in he way, i was obscuring her focus. eye on the prize isthe only way to achieve your goals and tnt them fuckin boulders, in your way, today i die babe, long time comin bet yall thought i was here to stay. baby l dontshed a tear kno i died drinkin a beer haha but nah you were my last thoughts thinking about all the time we spent getting lost in eachothers eyes and gettin so close we read eachothers thougts, illl miss or idk if ill be concious or just nothjingness, i guess ill fnd out when i finally stop being a pussy and proced with this, see ya velma ill always be your shaggy thinka bout me and dont forget what i made you see, in your self im just another memory on our shelf but let it bbe one thaat sticks we had somethingthat made ssense just clicks somethin that felt so right im really gonn miss, everythinig abnout you im sorry you couldnt trust me but i dont doubt why. i know the truth ive never denied a thing in my life, dont getme wrong everybody tells a little white lie, but you know what its a sign of intelligence not to be afraid to say idk not to lie for the hll of it. Ill see you soon in the nxt life or two i hope reincarnatiuon has a possibility of being true, godbye cruel world th ride is over it was a hell of a whirl, i leave you with absolutely nohing conntributted i was just a part o the cancer people had to live with, butnever acknowledgedd, acted ignoant to ther surroundings as daddy paid for college, i burned bright and hot and had a lot of fun, i had alot of life experienc got alot of shit done, nothing productivee of course in ssocieties eyes but i did fullfill atleast some personal goals, important things in my eyes, the curtains are almost done descending as my pittiful life is ending, but keep your pitty mother fuckers i dont want shit from any of you i dont give yoou nothin dont be so self righteous you look like a bunch of fools, greive for me or celebrate my life i guess its on you how you chhoose to rfemmeber a nobody that nobody knew, a couple feet before the curtains drop, is that? myy eyes decieving? me? no i do see that a single rose descends from the skies, i stare intently at the work of art, a rose is soo beautiful, a representation of love, from the heart, so delicate with its velvet petals, easily ruined a boket wouldve been nice, but who am i fooling, thats a beautiful thing, that was really nice. the product bubbles as i take my last hit of ice, cant takemy eyes off that rose.. its so beautiful... the gun on my forhead now, looking at each individual pedals.. dew from the early mornin forming a small puddle around that naturral phenom, that iconic organic, spectaacular symbol of sometthing real, somethin that matters, something sensual.
As the bits of his brain splatter behid him, arms spread; with grace, almost angelic.he falls off the ciff a hundred feet now for falling, weird but there was a look of peace in his eyes; on his face, maybe he wll finally find happiness.. he fell with nobility and so much grace the floor he hit, his finall restingplace, what cuold be a better box then a natural setting, a beaauty of nature, crawling all around and he will return to the earth, the mother wll take him back just as she gave birth, i thinnk this shit is over now its not my story to tell, inside voices kids no reason to yell. shhhhhhhhhhh.
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