#im. i cannot put together WHY this is fucking me up so bad but it is. it is it is
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anyways enough emo textposts its time for me to talk about that the mv for history by olivia holt featured leo howard, but then they never actually got together, and thats my fucking villain origin story
#im allowed to be clinically insane about one (1) cishet couple#like u can't give us four years of whatever the hell j/k was on kickin it#and then reshoot ur ENTIRE MV because u decided to call up leo howard on a whim and decided he fit the theme better#than the og actor u had#in a song abt getting back together abt an ex u have insane chemistry with#and proceed to never get together w him#and expect me. aged 11-14. to not go fucking insane#this is why i believe love is fake#and also nobody deserves rights#if there was a god it would've put them together and i mean that genuinely#i cannot stress enough how much they defined my early years of shipping#like to this day every single otp i think i've ever had has had some similarities to kick in some way#its so bad#they permanently altered me#its so fucking bad#anyways what if i go rewatch like half of kickin it#or just the iconic epiodes: wazombie warrior kim of kong new jack city kickin it on our own parts 1 and 2 spyfall#TWO DATES AND A FUNERAL#cannot describe the complete insanity the words two dates and a funeral instills in me#whatevr the ep was where jack meets kims dad]#and the one where shes a gokart qween#its the szn 2 eps that hold SUCHHHHH a place in my heart tho goddamn#im sane#personal
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i'll be loving you for quite some time !!!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their fall-in-love-again era is them pretending as if they aren't back together and having just a little bit fun with everyone.
or
for when you know it'll be them till the end. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
social media au // lando norris x fem!reader
prequel - i bet you think about me ⋆·˚ ༘ *
warnings - language
author's note - hiiii!!!! so sorry for being inactive i have midterms :/// posting rn bc i js couldn't wait!!!! i hope u like this <3 i love u thank u so much for reading <3
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yourusername seeing him tonight it's a bad idea right
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username PLEASE WHAT IS THIS
username MOTHER????? HELLO??????
username ahahahahahahahaha hey there!!!!!!
username she's actually so ❤️
username HELLO THE CAPTION WHAT
-> yourusername i js love my daughter oliviarodrigo
-> oliviarodrigo mom 🫶🏼
username the absolute lack of petty posts we've had from lando and y/n..........
-> username no bc WHAT ARE THEY COOKING 💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️
username pls get back with lando and put me out of my misery 🙏
username what the fuck is going on
username THE CAPTION??? Y/N WHAT.
username no bc i need them BACK together like asap 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔
danielricciardo very bad idea
-> yourusername he's annoying
-> danielricciardo very true
username DANIEL SPILL 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
username ahahahahahahahaha!!!!! what.
username js one chance i will never shade u like lando did
username no bc i need them back together before valentine's bc i CANNOT miss on their posts for each like
-> username "here's to my forever valentine, ur annoying and i'm in love ❤️" IM CRYING
-> username istg i will never get over them ://
username FUCK IT IT'S FINE
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charles_leclerc again, listen to me and don't go
-> alexandrasaintmleux shut up
-> yourusername fr
-> charles_leclerc WHY AM I BEING BULLIED
username all the grid is plotting against lando and im here for every second of it
username may god bless the dinosaur that died in order to create the fossil that was processed to fuel that took the car to bring her mom to the hospital to give birth to her
-> yourusername wow
username if she's seeing lando i will SCREAM
username all jokes aside, if they really REALLY broke up then i hope that everyone leaves them alone bc imagine everyone bringing ur ex (the one whom u dated for such a long time) into everything like if i were her that would RUIN me
-> username fr like i love them both but if they really broke up then i hope people leave them alone
username mother is mothering so hard
maxverstappen1 do you not remember what happened the last time?
-> yourusername it wasn't that bad
-> danielricciardo yes it was
-> charles_leclerc yes it was
-> kellypiquet yes it was
-> carlossainz55 yes it was
-> pierregasly yes it was
-> lewishamilton yes it was
-> lilymhe yes it was
-> carmenmmundt yes it was
-> heidiberger_ yes it was
-> yourusername oh my god
-> username LMFAOAOOAOA
-> username bruh the CROWD here rn
username earth is weirdly off it's axis since ur break up pls get back with dad ❤️
username no bc lando better be on all fours if he wants her back like nothing less is VALID
username HER.
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landonorris feels like a taylor swift song
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username LANDO NORRIS WHO IS THAT.
username TOO MUCH TO DISSECT THE LYRICS THE PHOTOS
username THAT'S GOT TO BE Y/N I WILL CRY IF THAT'S NOT HER
username if that's not y/n i will burn down mclaren
-> mclaren fix yourself landonorris
-> landonorris STOP PUTTING ME ON THE SPOT
-> username admin is done with his shit
username yo wtfff
username babe wake up new y/n and lando lore js dropped ❤️
danielricciardo interesting choice of photos
-> landonorris thank you ☺️
username i will not sleep until i get answers
username we !! need !! answers !!
username genuinely on the edge of my seat fr like WHATTT
username the lyrics speak VOLUMES
username no bc if this is not y/n i will in SHAMBLES
-> username FRRRR LIKE WDYM MY COMFORT COUPLE ARE OVER
username guys i know it was for funsies before but it's getting a bit silly now 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
-> username fr like y'all can stop pranking us now thank u.
charles_leclerc i hope she leaves you. AGAIN.
-> landonorris what have i ever done to you.
-> charles_leclerc ate my pasta
-> maxverstappen1 no offense but the day someone eats your pasta, it's the pearly gates for them
-> landonorris facts
-> pierregasly never eat charles' pasta
-> alex_albon it's deadly
-> charles_leclerc STOP TALKING ABOUT MY PASTA
-> charles_leclerc lando i hope she dumps you
-> landonorris you taKE THAT BACK
username LANDO WE NEED ANSWERS
username what the fuck is going is
username nice joke 😐😐😐😐 hard launch NOW.
username no bc that's y/n i don't take any criticism
username where tf are the twitter girlies they need to play detective rn
username lando this is ur last chance at confirming if that's y/n or not or else im hugging a tree at 178 mph
georgerussell63 you don't even listen to taylor swift
-> landonorris i'm a changed man
-> georgerussell63 you're barely a man
-> landonorris BLOCKED
username i live for the grid violating lando at every possible chance
username this has to be illegal they're playing with my blood pressure
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yourusername date night but it's js me telling u about my succulents and my cats
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username DATE NIGHT
username mom r u done with dad be so honest
username WHAT ABOUT YOUR CHILDERN (us)
username stay together for the kids ❤️
username SHE'S SO ANGELIC WHATCTHEBFUCK
username oh i js died died
alexandrasaintmleux pretty baby 🤍
-> yourusername i love u 🤍
username forever in awe of her likeeee
username im so in love i might stop breathing
username u can talk to me about plants any day of week!!!!!! i'll even bring my plants and they can have a little photosynthetic date!!!!! and u and i a humanistic one
username i am coming for u mclaren
danielricciardo i wasn't aware of you going on a date - lando (PLEASE UNBLOCK ME)
-> yourusername yeah it's js with this loser 💔 (no.)
-> danielricciardo wow and to think i chose your favourite place tonight UNBLOCK ME
-> yourusername no ❤️
-> username PLEASE WHAT IS THIS INTERACTION
-> username they're talking?????? omg??????
-> username not him still being blocked 😭😭😭😭😭
danielricciardo real daniel here please unblock him
-> yourusername lando give daniel his phone back
-> danielricciardo FUCK YOU
-> yourusername this isn't getting u any brownie points
-> danielricciardo I DON'T WANT ANY I WANT YOU BACK
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-> username OH I SAW THAT OMG
-> username lando in his redemption era we love to see it
username i love her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
username lando im puncturing ur tires
username someone check on how lando's doing
lilymhe gorgeous 🫶🏼 you can talk my ear off any day
-> yourusername lily i ADORE u <3
username lando r u still breathing
username AHAHHHHSHDHDHDHDJDKDKSK
-> username real
username my pronouns are she not her bc i'll never be HER
lewishamilton please unblock him he's about to cry
-> maxverstappen1 tears are welling
-> charles_leclerc he's sniffling
-> carlossainz55 eyes have glossed over
-> oscarpiastri holding them tears at bay right now
-> pierregasly can confirm
-> alex_albon please unblock him
-> georgerussell63 he's genuinely sobbing right now
-> mclaren we can hear the cries
-> yourusername LANDO GIVE EVERYONE THEIR PHONE BACK ISTG
-> scuderiaferrari UNBLOCK ME FIRST
-> username oh this man's DEDICATED
username genuinely in ruins rn
username oh to go on a date with her ❤️
francisca.cgomes love 💌
*liked by yourusername*
username im so.
username ???? DATE ????
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landonorris she's kinda okay
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username WAR IS OVER
username OH MY GOD
username "kinda okay" don't like u weren't in SHAMBLES bc of her
username world is spinning again god bless
username never have i ever felt a sense of relief this immense
username SCREECHING WHAT THE FUCKKKKK
username genuinely speechless rn
charles_leclerc "kinda okay" you cried when she blocked you
-> landonorris OH MY GOD STOP
-> username LMFAOAOAOAO
-> username PLEASE OMG
username im here for every second of this
username YESSSHSHSHSHS
username i just fell to my knees at home depot
username OH MY GOD????????
lewishamilton stop being weepy now x
-> landonorris tell her to stop being mean to me x
-> lewishamilton she said nothing wrong x
-> landonorris SHE CALLED ME A MCDONALD'S CLOWN
-> landonorris x
username THE WAY IM GRINNING RN
username drought is over ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
username they got back for ME
lilymhe you break her heart, i'll nail gun yours. got it?
-> landonorris yes ma'am.
-> username lily u will always be famous ❤️
username THEM.
username the biggest sigh of relief js left me
username NAHHH THIS MFS ARE EVIL LIKEE I ALMOST BROKE DOWN BC OF THEM AND THE WHOLE TIME THEY WERE JS SEEING EACH OTHER
-> username bitches (affectionate)
username missed my parents ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭😭😭
username LET'S FUCKING GO
username watch lando get a podium at the next race
-> username oh my man's gonna be motivated
alexandrasaintmleux don't make me pull out the 25272828 messages from u saying how much u love me and those ESSAYS u sent me - y/n
-> landonorris first, DON'T do that
-> landonorris second, why are you using alex no. 2's phone?
-> alexandrasaintmleux first, DON'T tell me what to do
-> alexandrasaintmleux second, i'm blocked???
-> alexandrasaintmleux please don't call me alex no. 2 - alex
-> landonorris first, noted
-> landonorris second, i unblocked you???
-> landonorris sorry alexA force of habit
-> alexandrasaintmleux oh
-> username nah they forced my girl alex to sign off as "alex" on her OWN acc 😭😭😭😭
-> username PLEASE WHAT IS THIS CONVO
-> username the two things i've inferred from above are 1) y/n is not blocked on lando's acc she js chooses to comment from other ppl's phone and refuses to elaborate and 2) lando calls alexandra alex no. 2
-> username this is a WILD place to be
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yourusername yeah i'll be loving u for quite some time or whatever taylor swift said (❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️)
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landonorris happier than ever
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username LANDO NORRIS U ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE
username nah not him using the same caption that he used to shade her
-> username it's almost poetic in a way
username I JUST SCREECHED WHAT THE FUCK
username WAR IS OVER 😭😭😭😭😭😭
username the way i collapsed omg
username THE CAPTION HELP??????
username this is life altering
charles_leclerc not a funny caption
-> landonorris have a sense of humour
-> charles_leclerc i have you as a friend and you're a joke so, i do, in fact, have a sense of humour
-> landonorris you're getting reported for that
-> username LMFAOAOAOAO
-> username PLEASE OMG
username im sooooo here for this
username brb checking if my toaster is waterproof or not
-> username i'll join u!!
username SCREECHING OH MY GOD
username i feel like i've js managed to make two toddlers quit fighting and feel like such a proud parent
-> danielricciardo that's exactly how we feel
-> heidiberger_ so true
-> maxverstappen1 absolutely
-> kellypiquet they were worse than actual kids
-> sebastianvettel they're stubborn
-> scuderiaferrari the amount of times we've had to stop y/n from smashing his car is insane
-> mclaren we had to stay indoors with locked doors scuderiaferrari
-> susie_wolff it was horrible
-> landonorris every single one of you is horrible
-> carmenmmundt fuck u all i hope u step on a lego - y/n
-> landonorris FOR THE LAST TIME YOU'RE NOT BLOCKED yourusername
-> carmenmmundt idc
username life has meaning again
username omg
username THE WEEKND LYRICS OH MY GOD
-> username im folded
username SCREAMING IM SOOOO HAPPY
username they're so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
username they're actually so taylor swift coded it's INSANE
username brb gonna cry some more
username i used to PRAY for this
danielricciardo could've chosen a different caption - y/n
-> landonorris IT'S THE THOUGH THAT COUNTS
-> danielricciardo terrible thought
-> landonorris i take it back
-> danielricciardo ❤️
danielricciardo this is sweet
-> landonorris thank you
danielricciardo I LOVE YOU
-> landonorris I LOVE YOU MOREEE
danielricciardo bf
-> landonorris gf
-> username what in the world am i witnessing
-> username shh js look away
-> username what in the dando i just witnessed
-> username NOT DANDO OH MY GOD
username sleepover on highway !!!!!!!!!!!!!
username im sooooOOOOooo normal about this (!!!!!!!!!!!)
username ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
danielricciardo nice jacket in the last slide
-> landonorris yeah it'll look even better on your floor
-> danielricciardo mate what the actual fuck
-> landonorris NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
-> landonorris WHERE'S Y/N
-> danielricciardo SHE GAVE ME MY PHONE BACK
-> landonorris OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY
-> heidiberger_ wow
-> yourusername i guess it's js us now heidiberger_
-> heidiberger_ ❤️❤️❤️
-> landonorris NOW YOU CHOOSE TO BE ON YOUR OWN ACCOUNT yourusername???
-> yourusername yes ❤️
-> username this is CRAZY
-> username i genuinely have a whiplash
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fucked up sorta intoxicated long vent
cw: uuh mental health, drugs, suicide mentions, very much is just an existential crisis put into post form
this is not a suicide note or anything, im about to go cuddle up with my wife and go to sleep i just had to get my fucked up thoughts out, i might delete this tomorrow
meaning
it's so hard to find meaning in life anymore. i live for those around me, for those i love, those who love me back. yet i keep hurting them, everything keeps falling apart. i live out of spite, i cant let authority win. yet im slowly giving up my cause. i live to prove a point. ive long forgotten what point it even is anymore.
there hasnt really been any new compelling reason to keep going in over 10 years now. i honestly wonder how much it even really takes anymore to drive me to suicide. it can't be that much, im already always living on edge.
i just barely know who i even am anymore, ive largely forgotten the first 20 years of my life, and the last 3 are mostly just fog as well. forced to live in the moment, carrying all the baggage of all the previous moments i dont even have memories of anymore.
how are people just like able to keep living, regularly finding joy. how are people able to deal with bad times without immediately pondering all the ways in which they could kill themselves in?
god i need therapy so fucking bad. i keep dragging down everyone around me. how can i fix all the damage ive done, a sorry won't do. how can i fix all the damage done to me, no sorry will ever do.
why are the only options to just keep going, ignoring all the pain, or ending it all forever. where is the restart button, where can i reset, rewind, apply what ive learned to the situations where i fucked up. how do i go back and undo all the trauma. the trauma i experienced myself and the trauma i put on others.
we're all just lost children in a world not made for us. where is our world. where is the place in which we can find solace. your arms make me feel safe, and at home. but i know you feel the same way i do.
it pains me to know we're in this together, god if only i could bear your pain, if only i could bear everyone elses pain. it hurts me to know you feel this way too. no one should have to know how this feels. i wanna take on all the pain in this world so i can leave and turn the world around.
am i just failing at being a part of this society or is society failing me. i am like one bureaucratic fuck up away from dying alone on the street with no roof over my head. i cannot be self dependent, why does this society fully expect such a thing of me.
is this all worth it for the few moments of bliss, for sparing the people around me from the pain of losing me. would the pain of losing me be greater than the pain i cause every day?
i am lost. i dont know anymore. fuck i need therapy. or just anything that can fix me. the drugs certainly haven't yet, but at least i also have dependency to fight with now i guess.
yea fuck man idk
#mental health#yea idk#i was originally gonna just throw this on my blog#but while i want this to be read by people i think i want to at least somewhat control the spread of it#feel free to leave input and nice replies and stuff
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[ VOYEUR : GOJO X M!READER HEADCANONS & BLURB ]
[ A/N ] : came to me in a moment of clarity while i was scrolling through content for him on tiktok. this is my design (gay men kissing)
[ CW ] : MDNI 18+, AMAB!reader, he/him pronouns for reader, established relationship, pet names, degradation, all parties are consenting
its a SERIOUS ego boost unsurprisingly LMAO
no im being so ffr rn i cannot possibly explain to you how much he's into the whole being watched while undressing/getting off thing
gojo isn't stupid; he knows you like watching him from the way your eyes linger on him while he's getting ready for work in the morning to how he always finds your gaze straying to him when you're in public
and honestly? it's comforting to him, a way to add fuel flame of his nearly insatiable need to be wanted, to be desired
but he didn't know you'd like watching him like this
well, he had a hunch you would at least. he figured it out when he first caught you watching him while he was jacking off in the shower after a long day of work, having decided to let off some steam while he waited for you to get home
he could hear you come in, but didn't bother to stop considering he thought you'd get flustered like you normally do and just go about your business as you waited for him to get out
only he heard you stop at the door to listen to him, trying not to do something as simple as breathe so as not to disturb him. he can feel you watching steam surround the cloudy room as he cums, grunting out your name under his breath
it was almost fascinating to him how much you seemed to enjoy it, unable to hide a grin at the sound of you suddenly darting off once he turned off the water, making a move to get out so you wouldn't get "caught"
so he keeps doing it. taking off his clothes to change at an agonizingly slow pace, bending over and posing himself in compromising positions as if he's trying to rile you up on purpose (he is)
there's no way he couldn't have known, really; his six eyes makes it almost impossible to sneak up on him anyway and he's almost surprised that you didn't put those dots together earlier, but he doesn't mind keeping up this little game between you two at all
he likes having the power in his hands to tease you, some power quiet and unspoken in a way that holds much more weight for him than anything he could be doing deliberately
but he pretends like he doesn't for the sake of the game. he waits until you're home, putting on a show for his not-so-secret admirer
like bro's arching his back, moaning your name- he's going the whole mile dude. he's trying to get you as worked up as possible
and when the time finally comes and he can feel you getting close he stops suddenly, going "who's there?" like he doesn't know damn well it's you
as soon as he finds you he grins like he's won some sort of competition you didn't know you were participating in, calling you a perv and saying "If you wanted to watch me get off so badly, why didn't you ask?"
his favorite thing is to catch you and then make you sit down on the opposite side of the room while he continues getting himself off, scolding you and degrading you when you move to touch yourself- or him for that matter
his version of a punishment for your "bad behavior" is just to tease you to see how long you'll last before you're begging to suck him off or have him fuck you or just touch you, really, finally relenting after he too gets impatient
he'll smile and "begrudgingly" agree too it, meanly calling you a "desperate slut" the whole time and making an effort to push you to beg for release
he's almost always going to make you thank him for it once he's done, too, making you cum hands free or finishing in your mouth and getting a sick grin on his face when you whine "thank you" with sensitivity and desperation lacing your tone
in short, he absolutely LOVES it and will 100% encourage it LMAO
"What, watching me isn't enough this time?"
His voice comes out mean and teasing, eyes filled with some sort of affectionate mirth that almost feels out of place with the position he's in. It's dark in the room, dimly lit save for your bedside lamp and the streetlights shining through blinds in the window. His vibrant white hair is tousled and unkempt as it usually is, but the slight sheen of sweat that coats his skin and makes some of the snowy white strands stick to his skin makes him almost look heavenly. You think for a moment that despite the insatiable need for release in your gut and the tight fist you have in a near tearing grip on the chair's arm, it might be heaven to be here. Gojo is propped up on the bed with his left arm held at a 90 degree angle so he can look across the room at you, his other one draped across his hip so the grip on his shaft is just loose enough that he can stroke up and down without having to move much else but his hand, the flushing pink tip leaking a lot more precum than you saw when he didn't know you were watching.
Well, 'didn't know' is wrong, you've noticed, taking into account the fact that his smile is all to wide for him to not have been plotting this all along. He makes a show of stroking himself almost as he did before, rolling the palm of his hand over the tip during the upstroke and letting out a near pornographic moan at the feeling. You know he's just teasing from the way he jolts a little bit afterwards and giggles at your tense shifting, not daring to take your eyes away from him. Not now, not at that he knows he has your full attention. You'd rather just obey than tear your eyes away from him, and even though you shift to relieve some of the white-hot pressure in your groin it isn't enough to satiate the overwhelming need to just touch him. "No.", you strain out, and he smiles wider, his hand picking up it's pace a bit. "Then why don't you just ask for what you want this time instead of being a little perv about it, hm? Go on, ask."
You bite down a retort at the comment but still narrow your eyes a bit, the flush on your cheeks darkening a bit once you realize he won't relent in this teasing until you've nearly humiliated yourself for him. It's almost enough to make you want to tell him to shut the fuck up, but it isn't enough to stop you from visibly gulping down your pride as you shift again, this time nearly ripping the couch with how tightly you're gripping it. "Please let me touch you, Gojo. Please.", you rasp out, adding on the extra plea to try and garner some sort of sympathy from him. And apparently it works enough for him to laugh again, spreading his legs a little wider as he releases his dick from it's hold and motions for you to come over. He cocks his head to the side as he sits up fully now, watching you with need as you nearly lunge at him like a hungry animal, letting you roam your hands over his body as he breathily chants "Good boy." into your neck.
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pairings: post covid ! kyle broflovski, kenny mccormick, stan marsh x reader.
trigger warnings : age gaps . reader is in her middle twenties , everyone else is forty nine . specific uses of she/her pronouns , uses of y/n + l/n ( get that interactive fic extension loaded , lads ) .
disclaimer : i haven’t written anything like this in a long time . only interact with this post if you are 18 or above , minors are not welcomed on my blog . small intro of a future series im going to start in a fic form , putting this out there to see if anyone is interested and to get a taste for how alive the fandom is .
stay with me ... fanfic series being kenny’s assistant.
kenny has a nasty habit of losing track - it can range from his paper work , to notes when he’s going on one of his tangents and just needing to let it all out before it fleets from mind, to as simple as forgetting what day of the week it is : forgetting dates, scheduled events, that sort of thing. he really cannot coordinate his own life if it meant saving it, he’s just got too much going on, ten fold when it comes to his work -
it was kyle’s idea, actually - listening to kenny apologize yet again for forgetting one of the days they were supposed to meet up on. he sighs, exasperated, annoyed, any rational person would be when plans kept going haywire because someone couldn’t even bother to turn up “have you thought about a personal assistant ?” leaning on his kitchen counter, watching the new snow fall as he leaned into the phone “it’ll help. if it doesn’t, i’m just going to stop making plans with you.”
is he being serious ? no, but still - he’s on thin ice.
kenny starts interviewing a week later, because it really isn’t a bad idea - he’s ashamed that he never thought of it sooner. the applications come flooding through, who wouldn’t want a front row seat to a genius like him ? the things they’d get to witness first hand, new discoveries, seeing his mind in person and with a front row seat. it was too good to be true, nobody in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to put their application through.
after about a dozen interviews, he’s just about ready to give up.
then,,,, you come in - it was like he took a shot of vodka with how you snapped him awake - his eyes trail over you for a moment, he could see straight away how nervous you were - despite how much you were trying to hide it. cheeks were clearly flushed, fidgeting with your fingers before you held out a hand towards the man, smile shaky but bright as you did your best to put on a brave face, a little tremble in your hand as anxiety shot through you didn’t go missed, either “its a pleasure to meet you, mr mccormick, truly, it’s an honour. ”
well, right then and there, kenny thought you were just the sweetest little thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. he had his mind made up before your hands locked together, his large palm swallowing yours so easily as he sent you a dazzling smile, if any of his friends were in the room they’d make faces, sending him an accusing glare , they know the look too well and it’s anything but innocent “it’s a pleasure meet you too, mrs. l/n. you flatter me too much, please, sit - let’s begin, it says here that you - “
he has to at least pretend to be professional.
you got the phone call later that night with confirmation that you got the job. did you dance around your apartment, scream the minute the phone call ended ? absolutely you did. now you have a chance to actually enjoy work, to do something with your life rather than dragging yourself through it, to work along side the brightest mind of their generation.
he called kyle up the minute things were confirmed. telling him it was the best and only good idea he'll ever have again. to which he responds with a "fuck you... wait, what are you talking about ... why do you sound like that?" kyle knows, he knows kenny too well not to know.
when stan, kyle and kenny next have a meet up, it’s an annoying shocked and open surprise that kenny graced them with his presence, for having the ability to turn up on time. after a lot of shit talking, kenny finally falls into speaking about you, a little too much, stan and kyle have no choice but to want to meet you.
when they do ... ?
oh... oh they get it .
#post covid ! kyle broflovski x reader#post covid ! kenny mccormick x reader#post covid ! stan marsh x reader#sp x reader#south park x reader#kyle broflovski x reader#kenny mccormick x reader#stan marsh x reader
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Hey honey! Could I get an extremely wild NSFW with Daemon x Martell/dornish reader. Where she is extremely bold and has fame to rival his and at first she doesn't like him, but he is willing to do it She changes her mind about him (and he does) as they spend time together she ends up realizing he's not that bad, thus forming a solid friendship, but the sexual tension and mutual desire between them is extremely strong (almost palpable) then one night while they are spending quality +
Killing Me Softly
Daemon Targaryen x Martell!Reader
Summary: Daemon, as unopposed as he was to be forced into a marriage so that he would no longer disrupt the matters of the crown, he found himself wanting nothing else but to marry the Lady Martell
Word Count: 5k+
Warnings: physically abusive!daemon, fem!reader, reader injures daemon, they're both really toxic to each other, literally opens with smut [daemon takes liberties with intoxicated reader, manhandling, oral (m receiving), semi-public sex, vaginal penetration, name calling, pulling out, breeding kink], fuck buddies to/& enemies (to lovers ?), i describe reader's hair, i name reader's sister, idk asoiaf lore so I just made stuff up, typos, etc.
A/N: another day another 5K+ smut MINORS DNI. it's hard being a simp [sigh] i put the second part of your ask below the gif cos i wanna see matty's stupid face when i get notes lol, but dont be deceived by it his cutesy face, this fic aint cutesy at all RIP.
ok so i did research about the martell fam and i found out they're referred to as prince/princess because of a Targaryen ancestor that comes along long after daemon's existence and i almost made her a princess BONK let's just pretend i know what im doing.
i took liberties on your prompt btw anon, i found the idea of writing another enemies to lovers exhausting which was why it took a while for me to get back to you. i think it came out a lot darker and there's a lot of mind fuckery involved. i hope you still like it.
Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda
Daemon grunts and grabs my brownish blonde hair, coiling the curls around his hand has he maneuvers my head back and forth.
"Just like that," he urges and I grip his thighs for dear life.
Daemon leans against the wall as his hips involuntarily thrust into me. It was nothing I couldn't handle, not when I was used to it, and his particularly selfish desires. However, even after all his brutalizations, my jaw still cannot keep up with him nor can my lungs.
I let out a muffled sound when he hits the back of my throat. I feel myself gag around him and tears water my eyes as it get harder to breathe. I try to pull away but he is too greedy with my mouth, and has me locked in his grip by my hair.
I pound on his thigh, and his eyes that he screwed shut finally open.
He pants as he pulls me off him. A string of saliva drips down from my lips and I look up at him in annoyance. My insult comes out strangled and hoarse, "selfish prick."
Daemon smirks as he watches me get to my feet. I wipe the wetness of my lips off. He grabs me, and pushes my chest up against the wall. His hands claw and bunch up my skirt as he breathes against my ear, "you act as though I do not reward you for your service."
His hands make their way to my dripping heat, and we both hiss when he begins his ministrations on me.
"Is it a reward if you're only paying me my dues for what you so desperately begged to get?" I mutter through strained breathing.
I lean against him and reach for his neck behind me.
He pushes me off, dragging me to the side up until I was leaning against the open window. He grabs my hair again, my hands instinctively dart to it. I moan when he slowly enters me. I hear him pant as he begins to thrust. He pushes my skirt farther up as to get a better hold on my hip, "maybe you should ask your devotees what they think?"
"Daemon," I groan in gratification as he rams into me.
He hums. His chest rises and falls before he chuckles, "they're not gonna hear who's fucking you good when they're not if you don't pipe up."
I squeal when he releases my hair and places all his vigor into the flicking of his hips. I dig my fingers into the stone opening for dear life, just as he digs into my sides. The pain of his grip intensifies the pleasure rising in my core.
"Daemon," I grunt, "yes, yes, harder!"
Daemon is half-amused, half-breathless, "needy bitch."
He does not disappoint though. As much as he takes, he gives back, if only to prove a point of his manhood.
I let out a struggled and broken cry when he lifts my torso up closer to him and slams into my sweet spot. My knees can barely keep my standing as my feet lift and crash from the ground. My arms helping to push me up begin to shake when I feel my orgasm near.
"Fuck," I drag out breathily, "I'm so fucking close, Daemon."
He grunts and gracelessly shoves me back down. Had my arms not already been out, I would have slammed my head into the fucking rock. I whimper in pain, but have no time to tell him off as I am busy chasing my high.
"COME ON!" he growls.
Three thrusts in then I'm coming all over him. I let out the loudest and lewdest sound I could muster. It hikes up and down in volume because of his pounding.
In the middle of it all, he pulls out and leans against me. He is still heavily catching breath when I stir beneath him and turn over. Once I am sitting on the sill, Daemon pushes between my legs and rests against me. I tense at his affection and push him away, giving him a stern look, "did you fucking come on my dress again?"
Daemon's features harden upon hearing this.
"This would be the fourth dress you've ruined, you vile cretin."
"It's not like you make sport of reusing your garments anyway."
"Because you keep staining them!" I quip.
He lets out an annoyed breath as he moves off me, roughly fixing himself in his trousers.
I roll my eyes at him and flatten my bunched skirt. Once I was all sorted out, I call out to both sides of the hall, "if anyone's there, you can pass now."
Daemon eyes me darkly as he finishes tying his breeches.
Just then, one of the younger maids squeak and hurriedly makes her way down the hall with her head hung low.
I release a sigh as I get to my feet twisting back to see the damage he's done on my burnt sienna dress.
"It's not that bad."
I see the blot on the fabric and groan in annoyance. "Not that bad?!" I seethe, shoving him on his chest.
Daemon still manages to find it in him to chuckle.
"Now I have to have someone wipe that off."
"Or," he reaches out to me, "we can go have a hot ba-"
I swat him away.
Daemon's expression changes drastically, "bitch."
"Addict," I spit.
"Hussy," he grabs my jaw.
"Dick," I shove him off me with so much force he is actually surprised when he shoots back, nails grazing my face in the process. With that, I scream my servant's name as I storm down the hall.
Daemon watches as the sound of heels clicking fills his ears.
It was a relief that I found Audrey quickly, and that she managed to remove the traces of the prince on my dress as I removed traces of him on my skin.
Once I looked like the lady I was, face painted, shiny hair styled just the way I like it, and not utterly fucked and manhandled, I make my way down to the festivities in our dining hall.
My lips curve up when I feel the room shift its attention to me when I walk in. I bask in the attention, rolling my shoulders back as I caress the large diamond on my sternum, drawing even more attention to the plunging neckline of my dress.
The crowd parts for me as I make it across the room, heading for the seat at the head of the table that was prepared for me. I pay no one regard as they nod and greet me. Why would I?
Halfway through, I see him rip through the crowd toward me. Daemon gives me a boyish grin and extends his hand out to me. I release a breath at the look upon his face and take his hand.
"Beloved," he mutters, eyes fixed on me as he places a kiss on the back of my hand.
I forfeit a response to his performance, but cannot withhold my surprised chuckle when he spins me around and pulls my back flush against his chest.
"Your servant is truly a miracle worker," he mutters against my ear.
I scoff at his words, knowing he saw missing stain on my skirt.
The crowd intently watches our display and I let out a genuine laugh when I pull away from him, "and you a truly a menace, my prince."
The two of us then make our way to our seats at the table. The moment we do, music begins to play and people head off to the center of the room to dance.
Daemon sits to my left, leaning back with an indifference to it all. He is bored of it, and was only here because I told him to be. He reaches his hand to my skirt from under the table. I let him draw shapes on me with this fingers. I could not care less.
I watch the people make merry before me. I watch them step and twirl to the sound of the music. I smile although my chest constricts as I recall a time in my life when I was as carefree as the atmosphere.
I turn to Daemon, bored still. He was the personification of my cynicism, the marker of my truth: I existed only for duty.
We both turn to my right when my name is called out.
And here she was, our youngest, my pretty sister; a beacon of light that reminded me everything I was no longer. I smiled at her as she went my side. She leans down to kiss my cheek and I offer her the same sentiment as she greets us both.
"Sister," she smiles, "Prince Daemon."
"Lady Castella," Daemon offers a small smile. His fingers continue to absentmindedly draw on me.
"I want to introduce someone to you," she inhales deeply as she pulls a grin on her face.
Two men then walk over to the table, and I instantly find some recognition of the old man. The sight of him makes my face contort in contempt.
"Sister," Castella lets out a breath as she extends her hand out, "Lord Michael Yronwood and his son, Lord Perros."
"The Ladies Martell," the balding man wags his wrinkly jowls then turns to the man beside me, "Prince Daemon Targaryen."
I scoff at his greeting and straighten myself up.
My sister stiffens beside me as I watch the boy great all of us individually.
"At least you have proper manners," I say to Perros as he raises his head up after bowing.
Daemon holds back his laugh.
Before I could remark at the stink eye the elder Yronwood was giving me, my sister catches my attention with her words, "this is the man I have been telling you about."
I turn to her in disbelief, "the Yronwood boy?"
Castella licks her pink lips before nibbling on it nervously.
I idly turn back to the thing that won my sister's favor. I take in his thick, dark hair, wondering when he will begin to bald like his father. I take in the broadness of his shoulders, wondering when he shall need a shabby cane as well. I take in the eagerness and restlessness of his expression and measure it against the sardonic expression of the old man beside him.
"Is it true that you write my sister poems?"
Perros freezes. His father beside him eyes him hotly.
We all look onto the man caught off guard and my patience quickly runs dry over his silence. I allow him a few more seconds, but he does not pipe up to even stutter like the lost child he is.
"Clearly he is too stupid to even utter a word to me," I turn to my sister.
"I beg your pardon," the boy's father quips as he leans on his cane.
"No," I raise my brows at him, "I will not pardon you, Lord Yronwood." I turn to my sister, "what has-"
"It is clear you cannot breed the whore out of someone, even with Martell seed," the geezer scoffs, "I should have your tongue for your insolence."
I turn to him with furrowed brows. My sister's jaw hangs low. Daemon shoots out of his chair, causing it to fall back with a thud and make the entire room go silent.
That is what it takes for him to realize his mistake. The hot glare of the prince renders his ugly face uncomfortable. He grabs his son by the arm, "I knew this was a mistake."
I hear my sister whimper beside me as Perros struggles against his father. He manages to pull away without injuring his raggedy hand and snaps at him, "What you did was a mistake. I love her, father!"
"Her mother is a whore!"
The sound of my laughter draws everyone's attention to me. Their eyes are blown, shocked, disturbed, and it amuses me further, excites me that my breath leaves me even quickly.
When my sister places a hand on my shoulder, a knowing gesture to my knowing actions, I swat her away and calm myself.
Daemon watches me, watches how my face ticks.
"Yes, oh you caught us," I utter as my breath evens out, "my mother was born, raised, and worked in a brothel before her hypnotizing cunt ensnared my poor daddy, the Lord Martell."
I raise my voice when the gremlin thinks to interrupt me, "AND YOU THINK TO LEAVE..." I lean against the table, "leave out the best part!" I smile, "she was a bastard of the Lannisters."
I chuckle again, flipping my golden hair back, "not that there's any proof to that," I tilt my head offering a wicked smile, "and yet, here you are. Under the roof of the late whore's home, submitting to her whore spawn because your son fell for the whore's daughter,"
I stand to my feet, "the Lady Castella of house fucking Martell."
I hear the shuffling of the guards from the side, who had been on edge ever since the music. I hear one of them call to me. I knew it was Aleksander, and I knew he was ready to kill for me.
I smirk.
The crows stirs.
The Yronwoods begin to stiffen in panic.
"You are outranked, outnumbered, and fucking ugly," I break into a laugh. I gesture upwards, "I am only now recalling why I am so pissed by the sight of your monstrosity. Were you not the same Yronwood that tried to marry off the same pawn to me not long ago?"
I turn to his son, breaking yet again into another laugh.
Daemon shifts in his spot, smiling to himself as he watches me on his side.
"And this was after you made issue of the charity I give the peasants. A farce, you said, to give back to the less fortunate."
"Perros," my sister's calls. My eye twitches at it. It cuts off my anger briefly. I narrow my eyes at the said man. How good could his dick be?
Michael Yronwood although rendered speechless, arrogantly kept his head high. His son, Perros, could do nothing but hang his head low in shame as my sister looked out to him.
I heave and feel anger rise at the sound of my sister's hushed cries. How dare these fucking gremlins cause her this distress, at one of our house's feasts, an occasion she adores, no less.
My lips twitch, "you should be glad I care about the less fortunate, because you are so clearly desperate for all these things that you lack: prestige, wealth, and face that is not so hideous to look at-"
Daemon could not hold back his chuckle.
"and so I will not have you quartered and hung in the town square."
The Yronwoods turn to me in shock. My sister pleads my name out, and it further fuels my anger.
"Perros," I call loudly turning to the boy, "I present you now two choices: you either leave my sister alone and keep your lovelorn poetry to yourself, or," I turn his father, "you can marry her in return for your father's head."
"You DARE," he raises his cane, "threaten my son in front of me!"
I giggle, "it is not a threat," then lunge at him to grab his cane.
He is jarred by my actions and nearly topples back when he pulls away. It is a shame his son keeps him upright.
"My word," I examine his family crest on the cane, "is law," I throw his cane behind me.
"You deranged wench!"
"Call me what you like, filth," I grin, "I am the first born of house Martell, betrothed to house Targaryen. Do you think anyone would defy me?"
"The prince will never wed your defiled cunt!"
"Father, that's enough!" Perros begs.
"He has not married you still because-" the old fuck cuts himself off when Daemon climbs over the table, kicking all the food down, and grabs him in his fury.
"You should have kept your tongue while my bride allowed you to keep it. Now I demand it," Daemon seethes, gripping the large oaf by his collar, before extending a hand out to his side, "we are awaiting the return of her father and brothers before we wed, but you would not understand honor or familial duty even after I cut your tongue out."
"Daemon, please," my sister begs, leaning against the table.
"HAND ME A FUCKING BLADE!"
Castella turns to me, gripping my arm tightly.
I cannot bring myself to turn to her as I command, "release him."
"No," Daemon seethes.
"RELEASE HIM!"
Daemon grinds his teeth as he grips the man's collar with both hands again. After, he shoves him off with much force. Again, much to his luck, his son keeps him upright. Had that not been the case, he would have surely fallen and cracked his skull.
I eye Castella and nearly falter at the sight of her tears. I clench my jae, "I have given my word."
She calls my name out, "please, do not-"
With that, I storm out of the place.
Daemon was too caught up in his own anger to realize this. He gives the order to haul the Yronwoods' arses out of the place, and by the time he notices my absence, it was too late.
Much like our routine, Daemon spends the rest of the day that fades into the night, looking for me. He searches In our estate, the establishments nearby, the places I frequent, and the places he has never seen me enter before. He finds me in the very place that I owed my existence to, the brothel my mother worked at.
Daemon could not even let relief wash up on him as he watches me grind up down on the guard I was relieving my angers on.
He rubs my sides as I push my tongue into his mouth.
I scream when I am pulled off him from my hair.
I am thrown off to the side. There is a sound of brawling. I look up and see my snogging partner grip his side in pain as he is hauled out of the place.
I get to my feet in time to witness Daemon shove the guy out the door. I heave as I grab a cup of ale. As he comes up to me, I finish downing whatever remained of it
I gulp the last of it when Daemon grabs the cup and throws it to the side, hissing at the smell of alcohol on me, "are you out of your fucking mind?"
I get on my toes and lean up at him, "yes."
He recoils at my breath and grabs my wrists when I reach out to him. The next thing I know, I am thrown over his shoulder and being hauled out myself.
It's a miracle I do not slip off him, or that the alcohol I consumed did not slip out of me.
Somehow, I am in my chambers.
Like clockwork, I head to the stored wine in my room and gracelessly intake it. Daemon catches it out of my grip and leaves me and my dress in a mess when it splashes all over the place.
I catch my breath as the red cascades all over me.
"What is wrong with you?" Daemon asks, as he pulls the now empty container from me. I grab the other one and run away to drink as much as I could. I barely get to drink any as the prince grabs it. He pulls away from me to empty its contents out the window.
I fight against him when he does so, and out of annoyance, he grabs me by the throat, making my hands dart to his grip.
He releases me when all the wine is wasted. He moves away to put the object back where I got it.
I groan and heave as I watch him walk away.
By the time I catch my breath, I storm towards him. "Stop using your fucking strength against me!" I screech. I lunge at him just as he turns. I manage to the glass he just placed back on the table.
I manage to hit him once on the nose but he he catches both my arms before I could injure him further.
Part of me is shocked when he begins to bleed, but another part is enticed by the way he licks the red off his lips.
Of course, he overpowers me. He brings my hands down in front of him and eyes me darkly. I whine out in pain at how roughly he was gripping me. I eventually release the container and it drops to the floor with a crashing sound.
He pushes me back, and I could do nothing against it.
I crash down on my bed, breathing taxed, I look up at him as he seals my hands beside my head. I am unable to move beneath his bodyweight.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he hisses as his blonde hair falls down to my face.
I find myself laughing at his vexation, "you're awfully clueless for someone that was there."
His nostrils flare. Discomfort shots on his face because of his injury, "were you seriously affected by that vermin's words?"
I laugh harder. Daemon makes a face at the hot, alcohol laced breath that hits him. "Of course not."
"Then why?"
"See, the difference between you and I is that I actually know I'm a lunatic," I crane my neck up at him, "while you are wound up in your own self-righteousness."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
I drop my head and close my eyes. Castella's face burns in my mind, "I just ruined my sister's life."
"No," he quips, loosening his grip when he feels me relax beneath him, "you saved her from marrying into a family of idiots."
Daemon measures my reaction before he pulls away from me. Tears continue to leave my shut eyes when I feel my shoes get pulled off me. I am too sad to care about how I am suddenly being hoisted up. Daemon has me lean against him when he peels me out of my dress.
He makes me sit up on my own. I open my eyes when he caresses my face.
He wipes my tears with his thumb while examining me for a moment. He then undoes the braids and accessories fashioned in my hair.
I fall back on the cushion when he is done. At this point he pulls my skirt down my legs.
My sobs are slightly ceased when I feel a damp towel get thrown at me.
"Wipe yourself down."
I don't. Why would I? I don't care. Where did he even get this?
Daemon returns to me, grumbling in High Valyrian as he takes the towel and wipes the red stains on my skin away.
I only realize he was changed out into his own sleeping attire when he puts me into my nightgown.
I look at him dumbly for a moment. It was as though I had forgotten everything that happened up until this moment. It was not farfetched after all. The candles in the room made his cut and inflamed nose look worse than what it was. Or at least that's what I tell myself.
I bring my hand to his face. He lets me.
He watches me silently.
More tears fall from my eyes, but I cannot bring myself to apologize. I don't even know if I feel sorry.
Daemon does not need it. He shifts on the bed and pulls me onto him when he leans back by the pillows on the headboard. I look at him and shift from my spot, moving to straddle his lap. He places his hands on my thighs as he watches me wipe my tears away.
I take a moment to calm myself. I take a moment to gather my thoughts. I feel Daemon relax beneath me. I feel him rub my thighs in comfort. It's enough for me to roll my hips on his.
He holds back as moan as he leans his head back.
The next moment, he hisses and holds me in place, "you will not remember it was I that fucked you in your state."
"Then tell me in the morning."
He says my name as though it was a warning.
"If you did not want me, then I would not be on your lap."
"And that's the problem, isn't it," he chides, throwing me down on the bed, spinning us around so that I was again under his mercy, "I want you. I want you every second of every day, and yet you do not want me back."
I am unremorseful of his words. I am stoic beneath him as I press my feet on the cushions, "and why would I want you?"
"Because you should be mine!" he mutters sharply, "-are mine. You are promised to marry me!"
I begin to feel exhaustion wrap around me. I close my eyes.
He grabs my head and pulls me close, "yet you insult me by readying yourself to the first man you say your eyes upon."
I am uninterested when I retort, "you only want me because I do not want you, Daemon," I wrap my arms around him and peel my eyes open, "but I do not want you to want me like that."
I wrap my legs around him and suck in a deep breath, "I want you to want me like Ezekiel, who begged at the gates for a mere glance of my face."
Daemon's jaw clenches.
"Like Allyrion, who you still have in locked in our prison but comes alive when I grace him with my presence," I whisper, "the Dalt brothers, Timothy and Bolton, who now despise each other because of how they both wanted to marry me. Rowan, who feels no regret, though you broke his arm after catching us fuck in this very room."
He heaves and attempts to pull away from me.
He drops my head and I grab his, pulling him close, "you want my fire, dragon, but you must scrape the skin on your knees begging for it like everyone else before you."
Daemon does not take kindly to this.
He never does.
He thinks he's so smart and scary but he doesn't realize that he plays into my desires as easily as his temper is triggered.
He leans back into me and shuffles with his clothing. "I'll make you show me how to beg," he seethes.
He was never one to shy from a fight, and in this moment, he was fighting both me and himself with every bit of him. The next second, he is ramming all his anger and frustrations into me.
I admit, it's truly a humbling experience to be at his mercy, helpless, unable to do anything that he will not allow. And yet as he breaks me, he helps me continuously break him the way I have been the moment I met him. I squeal out his name as my mind races with the thought.
He presses my hands beneath his. He is so rough and forceful I begin to slip upward because of his actions. He does not care, and only busies himself by losing his sanity over my wetness, my screams. But then it annoys him and he has no other choice but to pin me down by hips.
"Tell me who's fucking you like this?"
"Daemon," I obediently retort.
He hums as he maneuvers my legs, "and do you want me to stop?"
I whine gutturally, "no! Don't stop!"
His annoying and spiteful self does just that though, and leaves me in a panting mess as I look up at him.
"Beg for it."
I plan my timing carefully. I watch how he watches me, thinking he's in control. I reach out to his hands and lick my lips as I roll against him.
"BEG, I SAID."
"Daemon pleeeasssee," I whine as I roll my head back and arch my back.
"Louder."
"Daemon, please!"
"Louder!"
"DAEMON JUST FUCKING FUCK ME-" I rip out with a high pitched moan when he begins to thrust into me again. He leans down and begins to sink his face into neck as he continues his brutalization.
I let out unabashed cries of pleasure as he sucks on my skin. I dig my hands into the roots of his hair and call out his name like a sacred prayer.
"I will burn my seed into you," he threatens, "you will not escape me. I will fuck you over and over and over again until you're swollen and spent."
Daemon excites himself with the idea and picks up the pace, "your pretty cunt will bear me a strong Targaryen."
I picture the idea of carrying his blonde babe.
He tightens his hold on me.
"I will put a dragon in you," he mutters, pulling away to rest his forehead on mine, "and have us married at daybreak by the traditions of my house."
I whine at the building tension in my stomach.
Daemon lets his mind wander. Lets himself imagine his future, his children, his bride.
He closes his eyes and loses himself as he buries all his thoughts deep beneath him. He relishes the warmth, the softness, the readiness beneath his unforgiving force.
I catch my breath as I dig my teeth into his skin, absolutely ready to come undone before him. "Daemon," I whisper arduously.
That's all it takes for him to realize what he's doing.
Before either of us could even reach our highs, his pace begins to grow sloppy. I whimper at the loss and do not wait for him to quicken his pace again.
With a grunt, I roll him off me and find myself on top him.
I look down on him as I ride him. I lock his neck in my grip. He chokes at my harshness and I lick my teeth at the sight of him. I allow him the courtesy of a breath as I fuck myself on him. I knew he would not have it in him to stop me.
And just as I thought, he holds onto my hips and screws his eyes shut, basking in the feel of me.
I groan as I watch him, "come inside me, my dragon. Claim me like you have been dreaming."
Daemon digs his nails into my flesh. His final act of deviance. It is for naught. He is powerless against me.
And in the rare occasion, we both come at the same time. The feeling is overwhelming, mind melting, toe curling. It is the best fuck we've had in a while.
I do not relent against him. I milk both our reactions for all that I've got, and once I'm reeling, I allow myself to stay on top of him for a moment to catch my breath.
He opens his eyes when I pull away from him.
He thinks about what he said, his desires for his seed.
I think about how badly I want to wash myself down.
Daemon watches me as I head off to the bathroom. He's already cleaned up by the time I return.
He does not wake before dawn. He had been relishing the warmth in his arms. This was why when he opened his eyes and saw nothing but a ghost of who he laid with, he was awakened with bitterness and betrayal.
He is unkept when I see him in the courtyard. He did not fix his hair, did not wash his face, did not change out of his nightly attire. He stares at me as I am served breakfast.
"My prince," I smile, "might you join me for some food?"
Daemon looks at me for a moment, watches as I scold the maid for giving me the chipped tea cup that I absolutely despised.
I turn to him when he walks over to me.
One of the servants pull the chair out for him and I offer another smile. Daemon does not sit down when I tell the servants to prepare his preferred dish.
"Last night..."
I look at Daemon and knit my brows.
"What happened to your nose?" I question as grab his hand and make him sit down next to me. He does not resist. He does not pull away when I push his wild hair back. I move the chair closer to his. There is skidding sound because of it.
When he does not reply, I know my mind games are working. I braid his hair behind him when I repeat, "last night."
Daemon does not move. "I promised I would marry you at daybreak," he whispers.
"Did you?" I feign ignorance, "it's a little too late for that now though," I chuckle.
He grabs my hand, just as I managed to reach the ends of his long hair. I look at him.
My face does not betray me, but his does.
"Do you remember?" he mutters.
I purse my lips, "there is an ache in between my legs. I wished it was you because the moron came inside me."
He releases me and stands. He debates the sincerity of my words. He recounts all the other times I got drunk out of my mind, how he saw the blankness of my eyes when he recounted the activities we did when I was intoxicated.
He measures my current expression against that. He does not know if he wishes it were true or not.
I release a sigh, "do not hold my poor drunken memory against me now, all because you said you would marry me at daybreak."
Daemon clenches his fist, "forget the thought."
I quirk my brows at him.
"I will marry you in the traditions of my house in front of your father, in front of everyone."
I look at him. I look at his violet eyes and blink slowly, "alright."
That's all you could say?
The servant comes back holding the dish he enjoyed. I watch as the food is placed before him, "will you join me now, or would you like me to wait for you to get yourself sorted?"
Daemon feels his pulse quicken. His nostrils flair, "wait for me."
He does not see me nod as he immediately walks off.
When he returns, his entire body tingles at the sound of laughter.
Behold, your brothers have returned.
"Daemon!" I call, waving at him the moment I spot him. I have both my arms flung over the shoulders of my two younger brothers that came after me. The third one that was sitting on the chair I was sat on just a moment.
"Prince Daemon," one of them says.
"Or perhaps we should call him brother."
I roll my eyes, "he is not your brother."
"Well, he will be soon enough."
I shake my head as I watch Daemon come close, "come now. Your food is getting cold."
Daemon is acutely aware of the unintentional alienation he is put into. The brothers coddle their eldest and recount every detail of their trip without a pause, sparing nothing out of it.
He looks at his food and watches a fly that land on it.
Daemon would join this family, much sooner than he expected, and yet, he was no different to the fly on his food.
I catch his distraught expression and find myself smiling.
#daemon targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen fanfic#daemon fanfic#daemon targaryen#daemon x reader#daemon smut#daemon#daemon targaryen x you#daemon fic#house of the dragon fanfic#hotd fanfic#targaryen smut#daemon targaryen smut#daemon fluff#daemon angst#daemon targaryen angst#hotd angst#daemon targaryen x martell!reader#daemon x martell!reader
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“Ok Borzoi so why don’t you like Dirkjohn” - somebody, who didn’t ask, but I want to ramble.
I guess it’s funny as a crack ship but in actuality, i feel it would fall incredibly flat and only be viable in an unhealthy way. Canonically, they've got little to nothing to do with each other, and their relationship branches on bullshit in the epilogues and HS2 which just isn't a good judge of Dirk and Johns character so much as a butcher of it.
First, lets get their characters down. Dirk, very introspective to the point of destruction, who’s prone to rambling, overcomplicating and accentuating things in a way to keep up his aura of coolness, of being “totally in control and all knowing”, and sort of socially awkward, failing quite a few times to read jokes as jokes.
John, upfront, more likely to push forward without really thinking, keeps things simple and asks not much, and very much a protagonist figure. He’s blunt, he’s teasing in his humour, and he likes to take the mic out of people and make his own fun.
Dirk is very active. He's willing to go through many hoops and talk around himself, and he needs a conversational partner willing to spar him on it, however, John is anything but that. He's upfront, he brings a hypothetical hammer down into the bush that dirk is walking around. Jake will indulge, so will a lot of the alpha kids, but the beta kids by far are more blunt and straight forward. John would see whatever bullshit Dirk is pulling and think it's stupid and ornery, and shut him down..Dirk would go "okay" and then either try to counterpoint to be shut down, or walk away.This conversation is a relaly good point of reference for how it would go. Note how roxy is going through the general alpha kids bullshit theatrics and ornery, and john instead of getting it, cuts it down with "no thats stupid", and doesnt get the joke.
This conversation is a really good point of reference for how it would go. Note how roxy is going through the general alpha kids bullshit theatrics and ornery, and john instead of getting it, cuts it down with "no thats stupid", and doesnt get the joke.
dirk wouldn't know how to handle someone actually being completely straight up and refusing to humor him, being open about not giving a shit about whatever tangent dirk is on. it might humble him which he definitely needs sometimes but most of the time itd just make him go "ok. whatever man im going to jake's"
(art by my boyfriend)
Nobody puts up with dirk and jakes bullshit as much as dirk and jake do each other
DIRK: "I'll get this blue gumball son of a bitch this time. He's gonna be so perplexed by the bullshit im about to spew he's got no idea the storm that's wafting in on the wind."
and then john says ratio and dirk is reduced to ash.
John and Jake also have a bad habit of comparison in a negative sense, like how he did with davesprite. Jake does it out loud with no regard for others, and John is the type to drop a single “x has already made this joke” because his preference of Dave is so much stronger than Dirk. Dirk wouldn’t be able to beat Dave to the ironic punchline because most likely, Dave has already said it in a language John understands, and John has made fun of him for it already. John doesn’t have patience for long winded games, if he’s not in the mood he’ll just fuck off.
Personally feel like John would be acutely aware that Dirk hates when he shuts him down, but he just genuinely cannot sit here and listen to a “worse version of dave talk like hes pretending to be rose. I just cant.i don’t have it in me.”
I mean I think they’d be funny somewhat, but they would not be happy together at all it would be awkward as hell. Dirk needs someone to pull him out of his bullshit but John just won’t do that. He won’t consider it really that much. They could have funny moments, but the toxicity of their potential relationship sours most of it for me. Dirk is pretty fucking intense in a lot of ways, and hes prone to being a lot.
the alpha kids in general are just way intense due to their fucking isolation whatever thety smoked in those years made them volatile like fucking potent like a chili peppers but thats words for another ramble.
John just isn’t able to match Dirk. He doesn't think enough, he's just going with the flow and dirk needs someone who can either match him on an intellectual level or someone who can match him in an interest way. John just wouldn’t take the relationship seriously enough, which would lead to Dirk trying to figure out something that isn’t there to really figure out. John matches well with someone who has known him for a while and doesn’t have a specific way they want things to go.
#homestuck meta#hom3stuck#homestuck#dirk strider#john egbert#no hate to the ship#just wanted to ramble#still think its a pretty funny ship#borzoi talks#borzoi meta
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-> when i’m not around you, i’m happier than ever | trent alexander arnold blurb
note: this a re-uploaded fic from my previous account of the same name.
"i thought you were supposed to call me," you nearly yelled. it took all of your energy to collect yourself as you let your ex-boyfriend into your place. he mumbled under his breath and you knew it was a smart ass comment. that's all he did, run his mouth and make false promises.
"why would I call? you knew i was coming." trent pushed past you and into the living room his eyes scanning the array of boxes labeled with his name. post break up, you decided that it was time to move. a new place in the city - closer to work and to family and friends. and hopefully into the arms of a man who cares to not put his own ambitions over your relationship.
"i told you to call because I have plans trent," your voice rose, rolling your eyes at his assumptions. you knew he thought you would be sulking and waiting for him. but this was a cycle that was now ending. you'd been back and forth with him for years now and you were tired of guessing whether you were actually a priority or just a good time girl.
"despite what you may think, the world doesn't fucking revolve around you and your schedule." you seethed absolutely tired of being nice. you were over being the biggest person. if anyone needed to grow up it was him. you maneuvered through the mess of your living room and scooped up your small bottle of wine. you don't even drink - that's how bad trent made you feel.
"im not going to listen to you bitch at me so you can leave and I'll lock it up the apartment," his voice filled with venom.
"how convenient that you're here to pick up your shit but couldn't make it when I made plans for us." you yelled back, trying to focus on outlining your lips. the wine and the anger seeping out of you made it twice as difficult.
trent appeared and you jumped out of skin making you drop your liner with a loud groan.
"fuck, trent," you grumbled.
"why are there so many boxes?" he asked. he already knew this answer, you could see it in his eyes. this was the part where you would normally start to feel bad. but why should you feel bad? this was all his own doing. he wasn't entirely running you out of the city but this "breakup" was enough to finally put the wheels in motion for your friend getting you to come to london with her.
"i'm leaving that's why." you turned and fumbled with your liner. there wasn't enough wine to console the feelings and this situation. after unsuccessfully getting yourself back together, you turned to trent and stared.
"i hate this place. i can't go anywhere, without a reminder of you. i cannot live in a city where I'm going to turn into a bitter ex girlfriend or be mad at a fucking 8 year old whose sporting your kit while I'm just trying to buy milk. i hate it and i'm leaving." you voice rose with each word, allowing yourself to finally yell at the boy. you had so much anger pent up.
“you don’t mean that.” he said lowly.
“i do, trent. so just get your stuff and go.”
“wow, alright. fine.” he stalked off.
you said as calmly as you could before focusing on yourself and your makeup. with wobbly hands you finished but it wasn’t a door slam from trent and tears pearling at your eyes
#trent alexander x you#trent alexander arnold blurb#trent alexander arnold x reader#trent alexander arnold#trent alexander arnold imagine#trent alexander arnold x y/n#football x you#football fanfic#football fic#football one shot#football x reader#lettersofgold blurb
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I took notes on my thoughts while watching Nerdy Prudes Must Die because I did the same for Black Friday
DAMN Jon said “I am a TENOR”
I literally can’t get over how good he sounds
AHHHHHH LAUREN!!!!!
Bro these songs SLAP
Damn Mariahs hair is so long
Pete is such a mood
I’m literally terrified of being pantsed so bad
BRUH NOT MICRO-PETER
Omg hey Kim
When Cory enthusiastically agrees I’m dying
Omg Max likes Grace???????
Wait that’s so cute
Wait why’s he kinda fine
“His name is Jesus Christ” HELP 💀💀💀💀💀
It’s giving Apex Predator (from Mean Girls)
Damn these HARMONIES THO
My jaw is on the floor the way Cory is talking to her
“How am I supposed to study without listening to Spotify?” ME LMFAO
I KNOW HE DID NOT JUST MAKE AN ISSAC NEWTON JOKE
The way hes like “this is about thermodynamics” me me me. I hate when people make jokes about the things we’re not even talking about.
“NANI” NO WAY HE SAID THAT HELP💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀I LITERALLY CANNOT BREATHE 💀💀💀💀💀💀
Study date????????
Joey Richter my beloved ❤️❤️❤️
When Max enters and the crowd cheers
“Rondevuch”
Max literally has a God complex
Why is Kim everyones mom?
“Walen place”?????
“Mom will you pass the butt stuff????” HELP SHES BEEN CORRUPTED
NO WAY SHES FANTASIZING ABOUT MAX JAGERMAN
LITERALLY WHAT
Awwww Grace is experiencing Catholic Guilt™ ❤️❤️❤️
Girl wdym “he’s gotta go”???
Laurens character is bisexual???????
“WAIFU MATERIAL”?????? I literally can’t get over Jons character
Wait Grace is a little fucked up actually
Wait since the Waylons built hatchetfield high and the starlight theater, could they have cursed the town somehow? Like I know about the evil brothers or whatever, but I’m not super familiar with the lore
Wait I kind of love Grace now
Mariah slays
“Am I reading as Ghost, or Lin Manuel Miranda?” AWWWWWW❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
“Your fucking useless Pete.” Tgwdlm???? In MY npmd???? It’s more likely than you think
I’m very suspicious about how fast they seemed to put the plan together…
I know the plan wont work and Im so nervous I’m getting secondhand embarrassment so bad rn
“Skele-ens”
I need Max Jagerman actually
Awwww Max is a Theater Kid ❤️❤️❤️
AW FUCK HE DIED
HOLY FUCK HE DIED
GIRL WTF IS WRONG WITH GRACE
I love how upbeat this song is
WHYD SHE CUT HIS NIPPLES OFF WTF
Omg Dan and Donna!
Slay Mayor Lauter
His reaction to being asked to the game is giving- “she asked me for the time” “no way” “way :D”
THE NIGHTHAWKS MASCOT 💀💀💀💀
FUCK CLIVESDALE
DAMN THEYRE IN THE SPLITS GOOD FOR THEM
I like that the football team has only 2 players
I love when actors walk through the audience, but ESPECIALLY here when hes stalking Richie bro looks so good
Listen I know he’s about to kill Richie but HES SO FINE HELP
Im literally so Gay bro
THE SMOKE CLUB!!!!!!
THE NIGHTMARE TIME THEME
When she says hes not hot anymore girl speak for yoursef
Please let Grace swear
Oh fuck they’re giving themselves away
Grace Chastity said “acab”
Cory needs more songs
MAN IN A HURRY RETURNS!!!!!
Damn who is this girl in a trenchcoat 😍😍😍
GERALD OH MY GOD
Random side note but what happened to Robert? I was just thinking about how I wish we could see Hidgens again but is Robert still a part of Starkid anymore? Is he on to Bigger and Better things? Does anyone know what those are? I’d love to continue to support him.
Edit: NVM NVM I TAKE IT BACK I DO NOT WANT TO SUPPORT ROBERT MANION NO NO NO SIR
The invisible bird. Literally high school theater
“Heahs the thang about ah bahbecue”
“Ah wawna remember who ah ayum”
Ruth is so real for not know when to do the lights bc the cue lines were wrong
Ugh Laurens voice is so good and I know ive said that about pretty much everyone but it’s true
I know shes about to die rn
The red lighting gave it away
THE WAY HE LOOKS INTO CAMERA AFTER HE KILLS HER I NEED HIM SO BAD
Why did Kim scream like that
Awww Grace has religious trauma now ❤️❤️❤️
THE COPS THEME
OH MY GOD PAUL AND EMMA!!!!!!!!!
He gave her his number❤️❤️❤️
Hot chocolate boy!!!!!!!! I knew Peter was the hot chocolate boy but still
This duet is EVERYTHING
Obsessed with the fact he called MARIAH ROSE FAITH a MEAN GIRL
“Axe wielding maniacs?”
The Waylons did not dig that shit very deep…
OH FUCK THEY HAVE TO SUMMIN THE LORDS IN BLACK
I KNEW THE WAYLONS BUILT LAKESIDE MALL
im so sorry Zombie Max is So Fine
WIGGLY
THEY HAVE HUMAN FORMS??????
“Let me check my Christmas list”
“What do you want steph?” MORE tgwdlm? In MY npmd?
I feel bad for not knowing all their names
Max says bitch a lot
Damn this show is long
Omg this is so sad im tearing up a lil
Max is so fucking funny
Damn Grace is seducing Max this is hilarious
Fuck Grace Chastity or kill some nerds? One of the many difficult decisions in life
He decides to fuck Grace Chastity
OH MY GOD THATS SO SMART
Thats some fuckin Macbeth level shit
Kims teacher character is so cute awwwww
Paul and Bill dance Chaperones??????
Oh nvm that’s Jason
I don’t think I ever mentioned it but the dancing is really good
It’s very clean and crisp
In the last 2 hours I very quickly developed a massive crush on Will Branner
OH FUCK
WHATS GOING ON
WHAT
#also idk how to spell most of their names#so forgive me#nerdy prudes must die#peter spankoffski#starkid#max jagerman#npmd spoilers#nerdy prudes spoilers
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Guess who’s obsessed with redacted audios again(david) !!
Here are some early David Hcs bc i’m obsessed w him like i need to be euthanized. anyway this is rlly unorganized but yk anyway read it please i love you bye
-This bitch is so fucking clingy
-Acts like he hates being kissed on his cheek and the tip of his nose(both are antics that angel does frequently) but he loves it em like if angel stopped he would literally break down
-has a lisp
-cannot, and i mean CANNOT draw for the life of him
-When he was little little kid he was like a kid who was rlly gross and snotty and had to have his dad wipe his nose every minute
-this one’s weird but loves having your hand on his stomach(??) like it’s such a huge comfort to him nobody knows why
-Ok time for a fanfic 🙏
-David walked through the door, exhausted from needy costumers and whiny pack subordinates.
-“Hi davey!”
-Angel exclaims from over the couch, hopping up to go give him a hug
-“Hi angel.”
-David mumbles, wrapping his arms around angels waist and buries his face in their neck
-Almost immediately, angel realizes somethings wrong. They put a hand in his hair and whisper into his ear
-“Bad day..?”
-David nods and shuts his eyes tightly
-The two stand there together for a moment, Angel slowly swaying back in forth before David breaks the silence
-“Angel..?”
-“Yeah Davey?”
-“Can I ask you something..weird?”
-This almost..surprised angel slightly
-“Yeah baby..?”
-“If I were to um..shift-“
-Angels eyes widen but quickly go back to there regular state, not exactly expecting what he was going to say next
-“-would you just..stay with me?”
-“Of course baby..You don’t have to ask for that.”
-David smiles before stepping back from the hug and going into there room, he gets undressed and shifts. David walks out of the room and jumps onto the couch, curling up into a ball and closing his eyes.
-Angel smiles softly, walking over to the couch and putting a hand on top of his head, scratching behind his ears slightly
-David whines slightly, but quickly relaxes after. He leans into their hand
-“I love you Davey..”
-Angel curls up next to him, kissing on top of his head.
-Okay im done bye
#redacted david#redacted audio#david shaw#please help im going insane#i love him#i need to be euthanized#ok love u bye
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‼️FHJY EP6 SPOILERS‼️
you know the drill!!!
you know how these start,, MURPH U LOOK SO GOOD (shout out to ur shirt again)
siobhan is also looking fantastic, i love her shirt
brennan is wearing THE shirt i love him
‘you’re doing a better job’ i go back to being invisible
milk and vodka
‘i feel like a bad baby’
i put his dice in the full moon; emily i love you
THE HELIO CLERIC
‘lord, helio?’ ‘yes it’s me’
the bad kids are so unhinged i’m sobbing
‘i know in his final moments he must have repented and,,’ ‘no.. no… he’s in hell now..’
‘our friend kristen was a big cornhead when we met’
riz not knowing half the clubs he’s side up for
‘adaine you can work the door at the next party’
‘damn hot dragonborn about to know your shit’
OISIN I LOVE YOU
FABIAN AND ADAINE BFF CRUMBS !!!
‘i’ll take a break when i break your fucking spine’
‘if your the crabking then i’m the fishermen’ ‘yeah these waters are restricted’ i live ragh and gorgug so much
ragh being so ready to talk about becoming a cleric of cassandra
why was figs first thought when entering fabian’s room to steal some of his clothes please
even just the mention of a para genasi has made me feral,, frost genasi is so fucking cool
OISIN AND IVY ARE IN THE RAT GRINDERS NO I LOVED THEM
kristen and fig are unhinged who lets them together
fetty wap at homecoming i’m crying
emily is so unhinged, what do you mean you’re disguise selfing as this random genasi to try and fuck with people
also other than the rat grinders playing the system; they aren’t even that bad a group. the members all seem okay (famous last words maybe)
the entire group immediately clocking Fig with ‘what if lucy is dead? why are you trying to impersonate their dead friend?’
the running bit about the steel factory is so funny
‘that’s the ice muffets’
i love mazey so so much
mr mulligan what do you have planned
drunk adaine is so so funny
GERTIE I LOVE U LITTLE BEEKEEPER FIRBOLG PLEASE IM SOBBING
the entire party helping Gertie against fabian
new nemesis alert
riz is absolutely spiralling with conspiracies i love him
you cannot go from all the chaos to a kristen/tracker moment please
‘tough but fair, have a great life’ kristen please god
LYDIA YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING GOOD IN LIFE !!!
#dimension 20#fantasy high#intrepid heroes#fhjy#riz gukgak#fabian seacaster#fig faeth#kristen applebees#adaine abernant#gorgug thistlespring#fantasy high junior year
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Your Genshin kids are adorable! I love the Priscilla/Yuying/Claire friendship you alluded to in the last art dump (poor Diluc… your daughter just has an instinct for divine beings)
But on the topic of poor Diluc, how do their parents react to the friendship? Diluc and Wriothesley seem like they would be good friends since they have a lot in common but everyone else basically represents every faction in the game.
You got Neuvillette, a dragon sovereign seeking to judge the archons for their crimes; Zhongli, an archon who presumably destroyed Khaenri'ah 500 years ago; Kaeya, a Khaenri'ah spy who is a descendant of the man who founded the abyss order; and Childe, a fatui harbinger who fell into the abyss.
Would they try and keep it together for the sake of their kids? (I love the idea that the three girls are there going :3 while their parents are glaring daggers at each other) Would they find some sort of common ground? Would they recognize each other immediately but think the others don’t know so they come up with increasingly ridiculous ways to hide it? How did Wriothesley and Neuvillette react to the incident with Claire and Yuying? (Can you tell I like the angst?)
hi hi!! thank you so much im glad you like them!!! bc we have limited knowledge atm there's a lot of questions posed that cannot be answered and considering how new fontaine is idk anything for sure //shakes hoyo
they try to keep cordial for the kids tm or at least not to be bad influences in front of them. extra notes under the cut:)
diluc met nv first when he brought claire to fontaine for a business trip and she just, drags in a half dragon to him yelling "i made a new friend!:D" then he met nv and he knew. just knew, these people ain't human. found out they're dragons. "great," he sighed once more.
kae plays his quartermaster persona to a t. when he first meets wriolette he puts on the charm. nv only knows him for via the knights and wrio rarely goes above ground. so like, they're cool with him. mostly. they both do questionable shit that nv can't personally approve of but hey. they ain't his problem. (on that note i like to think he'd be good friends with jean:)) (does nv know about kaeya's khaenrian blood? does he know about khaenri'ah in general? i dont have him)
kaeya and wrio has this, kind of friendship that's like, there's a tension there. they're both people with reputations, but also, like that tm. they're cordial and they get along but there's. SOMETHING.
meanwhile diluc meeting wrio? he's ELATED. man has good taste in tea. they spar sometimes. FINALLY, SOMEONE NORMAL.
wrio is happy in general his baby is making friends meanwhile nv is:
to claire: good child:)
to yuying, the daughter of one of the usurpers: hmmmm :| (he knows the child did nothing wrong and she's a good kid in general)
contrast to diluc he actually LIKES childe. for one he helped with the narwhal thing, and the fatui helped during the crisis and childe himself never did anything bad personally so they're chill. he will sometimes humor his requests to fight if he's free. then decks him. the adeptus power up juice doesn't help much rip. the girls like to play with his hair.
zhongli knows kaeya's khaenrian. kaeya at some point finds out zhongli is rex lapis. they. they have to keep it together. one of them is under nda. outside of that, there's a reason kaeya is liked by the old timers of mond.
zhongli and nv:
nv finds out eventually. and for the sake of his daughter, dont worry about it. they'd bond over old people things probably. nv should meet yanfei and they should be friends if anything cause zl is a menace and they'd be passive aggressive w each other. (i need info but it would be so funny for their kids to go my dads stronger! and make them fight each)
via claire, AGAIN, she invites her bestie yy and the new friend from fontaine to her bday party cause SURE WHY THE FUCK NOT. and those 2 non humans meet and GASP, you're just like me!
post accident tm, what do you even say to that. how do you even react to that
early on in yuying and claire's friendship, on a windy summer day, diluc slowly gets used to having to be cordial with a harbinger. a harbinger who who married a god. someone who will live longer than him. he spoke to childe, as they watch their daughters laugh and run through the grapevines, "one day, when i'm no longer around, please look after my daughter."
#im going insane#thank you anon:)))#ask#anonymous#omegaverse au#kaeluc#zhongchi#wriolette#genshin impact
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Sisters best friend , but love of my life part 2 ( Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Reader)
What you need to know: It is not very nice of Phoenix to jump to conclusions that Jake has no idea how Y/N feels about him. It is also not very nice what Jake feels he has to do to set things right.
AN: I have some bad news... Part two might break your heart a little but do no worry I will put it back together Also I am writing in the guy POV for the first time Im a little nerves about that. But go with me because I am so in love with how this turned out.
Part one and part three my sweets
There will be 3 more parts to this so just hold on any hearts I have broken will be fixed ( that is a warning haha)
As soon as I get to Phoenix I let her have it. “What on earth do you think you are doing?” I try to keep my voice down so Y/N doesn’t hear me.
I want to check over my shoulder to make sure she is in the barn. I know that if I look at her she’ll be worried about how angry my face looks.
“What did you tell her?” I let my hands rest on my hips.
“I just told her you carry her letters with you.” She was acting way too calm and I didn't like it. Phoenix was used to being in the face of danger, so I knew right now she was channeling that reserve. I raise my eyebrow at her. I know there is more.
She sighs, “I also told her to ask you about why.”
I swear I could see red. Years I have spent keeping Y/N just an arms length away was about to go out the window. I want to see the fact that Phoenix thinks she is being a good friend. She thinks she is helping me out by pushing myself and Y/N together. What she doesn’t know is that she is swinging a bat at a hornets nest. I didn’t think I could regret my drunken night of telling Phoenix about Y/N anymore then I already did, but here we are. I start to pace in front of her. I know Y/N will not jump to the conclusion that what Nat is trying to say is that I love her. Y/N is the type of person who will not jump to a happy ending. She will think of the reasonable first. To her, me wanting her the same way she wants me is not just unreasonable, it is unfathomable. I hate that I know that. I hate that I feel safe in the fact she will think nothing of it. But now, she will want to come to me for an answer anyway and I will have to come up with a lie to throw her off. I can’t tell her what letters I keep with me and I surely can’t tell her why. That would be my dead give away and Then she would know. I turn my body fully away from Phoenix, and look out over the farm. Maybe an answer will hit me in the face if I just keep looking. I hear Nat shuffle her feet and then she spoke.
“That girl loves you, it is rude to have her think her love it just one sided.” I whip my head around to look her in the face.
Her face softens, and she almost looks sad. I want to tell her calmly why it has to be this way, but I can’t grasp the calm part of me right now.
“Trust me it is much easier being the person who thinks it is one sided, than being the one who knows it's not.” My voice bites out as I face her. “Stop acting like a detective who just put the pieces of the puzzle together. You think I didn’t see the hope in her eyes when she turned 18? Or again when she turned 20? You don’t think I knew she was thinking ‘this will be it. He might finally do something’? It kills me!” Digging my boot in the ground does nothing to help release some of my frustration.
“Then do something about it, Hangman!” She pokes at my chest.
“I fucking can’t.” I seethe. She is poking a bear, she just doesn’t know it yet.
“Yes you can! What the hell is stopping you? Just tell her and go from there.” She throws her hands up in the air.
“This isn’t fear. This isn’t a scared man who doesn’t know how to commit to one person. This is my life being narrated by a legal document. A document signed 100 years ago saying the Seversin family cannot marry someone from the Y/L/N family. They did it so the farm would never split. If someone from my family marries someone from hers they forfeit their right to run the farm one day. Don’t you understand? This place is her life. This farm is her Top Gun.”
It finally sinks in and it stops her from pushing farther. She doesn’t move and the downcast look on her face tells me she understands the gravity of what she has done.
Drunk me seemed to have left this part out when I told her about Y/n. I don’t know how. That stupid rule has been on my brain since I was 24. Now I have my friend in front of me who is upset with herself.
From the way I act around them I don’t really blame her. A cocky man who doesn’t want to commit to one person, I can see how she got there. It is just in this small town of Texas, my home town, around that girl, that I am not that man. I know Phoenix was doing what she thought was best but you know what they say about good intentions: The road to hell is paved with them.
I slide my hands in my back pockets as I turn to walk back, nodding my head in the barn's direction telling Phoenix to follow. I was done talking about it. Now I have to figure out what I was going to do about it. Phoenix falls into step with me. When we get to the barn I let her walk in before me and I allow the door to shut behind us. The wind picks up making it shut much harder than I wanted it too. The sound alone makes Y/N head swing towards me. I know she is reading my face and picking up on the anger. She has always been good at reading me. I could breathe the wrong way and she would be onto me in a second. Her eyebrows raise asking me the question. I just shake my head in response.
“So, next on the tour I could show y’all the calving barn. It’s where all the baby cows are.” Kate said as she started to bounce on her feet again. She was always so happy. She is the most carefree of us all and it truly showed. She tows Bob by the arm to get him where he needed to go. Poor man looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head. He just went with it with a small wince. Roster and I both were laughing at the interaction. Y/N was busy looking down at her watch and this gave me a moment to finally observe her. Her hat sat snugly on her head, she has her favorite striped shirt on, the blue one. Her cut off jeans allow me to see those strong legs of hers, tan from the summer sun down to her boot clad feet, with one tapping rhythmically on the barn floor. She does that when she gets focused, my heart squeezes at how well I know her.
She let out a sigh, I quickly looked away from her. “Well this is where I depart on the welcome home tour. I should go check fences.” She gives a wave then makes her way to her horse's stall.
I didn’t even have time to think before I spoke. “I will go with you.” Everyone turned to look at me. I just shrug my shoulders at them. “I’ve been in this barn my whole life. Plus this is me paying back Y/N for waking up early every morning to come help me.” I give Y/N a smile before I make my way to the tack room to gather her saddle.
As I walk through the door I hear Bob ask what her horse’s name is. I laugh in anticipation of the answer and she shoots me a look over her shoulder. That knowing look just makes my love for her grow.
“His name is Radish.” Y/N says with a smile. That could only be because she loves the question people ask next.
“You named your horse, Radish?” Roster looks puzzled but everyone else got the joke. Man she loves it when she can get someone to call him horseradish.
“Yes I did, you see the reddish tint he has that is why. Also, because Jake said I wouldn’t do it.” She cuts her eyes at me as she laughs. I make my way to the tack room to gather all the things she needs. When I step out I see she has gotten Radish out so the others could pet him before we saddle him up.
“So this is your horse?” I don’t look at Bob as he asks the question. I move to step around him and throw the blanket on Radish’s back, having already set the saddle down at my feet.
Me and Y/N answer at the same time. “He is ours.” She is standing on the other side of the horse so I look down at her over his back. I love how her face lights up when she says that. This horse is the one thing that is just mine and hers. Growing up we were the only ones who took care of him. So many nights of just me and her in this barn brushing him down and talking about how to train him. It was just me and her. How it should be.
“He was Jake’s but I kind of took him. So we have share custody of him. He won’t let Jake ride him if I am around.”
“We learned that the hard way.”
“Don’t say “we”. I knew, but you just didn’t want to listen to me.” She rolls her eyes at me. She isn’t wrong but I just like saying we. I shake the thought away and finish tightening the saddle down.
“Fine, you can be right this time.” I give Radish a slap on the butt as I move to walk around to the side the others are on. “He is all set. I’ll walk y’all out and go grab Ranger.” I give Y/N’s shoulder a squeeze as I walk past her, with the others to the end of the barn.
“Be good to them Kate. No tricking the boys into getting on a bull.” She just gives me a toothy smile. One of her favorite things is talking people into bull riding. I have seen her do it too many times to not bring it up now. She just rolls her eyes as she takes hold of Bob's arm again and starts dragging him along. I want to be upset that she seems to have some kind of crush on him. Between him or Roster, I will say I am happy with Bob. I stand in the doorway of the barn and just watch them walk away. I know as soon as I go back in the barn Y/N is going to start asking questions. As much as I want to lie to her and just brush it off, I know with one look I will be done. Any lie I could come up with would be gone. I turn on my heels and take a deep breath. Here goes nothing.
I walk back in to see she has already put the tack on Ranger and has the leads for both horses in hand as she walks to the far end of the barn that leads out to the field.
“You didn’t have to do that, I was coming back.” She turns her head slightly to give me a look then rolls her eyes as she continues to walk to the exit. We have always done this. She dresses my horse while I dress hers. It started when she was younger and didn’t know how. As she learned she would just get Ranger, doing the same as I did.
When I get to her, I reach to take the lead from her hands but she moves them away. Oh great we are doing this now. Just for fun I try one more time to take them from her. She just moves them farther away. She then takes both leads and ties them to a post by the doors. She faces me and no words need to be spoken as she places her hand on her hip and tilts her head to the side.
“What was Phoenix going on about?” She asks like what Phoenix said was a joke and I was about to set her straight. What she doesn’t know is that my answer will blow her life up and tear the relationship we have apart.
“Well, I don't know I wasn’t there.” I am trying just to brush it off.
“Jake, please work with me here.” She takes a step towards me. Panic rushes in and I can’t think.
“Then ask a question I can answer.” I sigh. “What letters do you carry with you?”
“Please don’t ask me that.”
“Why?”
Damn her stubbornness.
“Because I want to tell you the truth.”
“Then tell me the truth!” She exclaims.
“I can’t.”
“I’m not getting what the big deal is.” She’s getting frustrated with me, her mouth is doing that twitch.
“If I tell you, you’ll understand.”
She crosses her arms, waiting.
I run my hand down my face in defeat. “The letter in my cockpit is one of you describing the farm with a picture of a rooster crowing at the sun.”
“And the one in your jump suit?”
“It is the one when you were talking about your future. And your future husband. You drew a picture of two people holding hands.”
“You have 100s of letters, why those?”
“Y/N Please stop.”
“Tell me why Jake!” She demands.
“What good does knowing do?” I shrug.
“Please? I will beg.” She warns.
“You will never have to beg for anything from me. It has always been yours.” I say softly.
Please don’t make me tell you the truth. Please just let me lie to you.
She shakes her head. “Jake.”
“The one in the cockpit is where I go home too. The one in my jumpsuit is who I go home to.”
I have been keeping that to myself for so long, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest. It's only when I look up at her the weight finds me again. I can almost feel her brain spinning. Her face keeps shifting. She has this joy that takes over then confusion. She then starts pacing. It's the cutest thing I have ever seen. Every few seconds she turns to me to speak but says nothing, then goes back to her pacing. I could let her do this forever.
“So now what?” she finally turns to me. It is my turn to be confused.
“What do you mean now what?”
“We feel the same jake. So now what do we do?” Her brow wrinkles.
“We do nothing.”
“What the fuck, that can’t be your answer.”
“That is my answer.” I say firmly
“What? No. No that can’t be it. You can’t feel that way for me and want to do nothing.” She snaps.
“Don’t you ever think I want to do nothing about it.” I warn.
“Well here we are, Jake, you wanted to do nothing.” Her hands fall to her sides with her frustration.
“This isn’t what I want! We can’t do anything. Why do you think I haven't told you all this time?” I plead.
“Tell me this isn’t about the rule?” Her arms cross over her chest, and she pins me with a glare.
“It's not a rule, it's a contract! Signed by our families saying they will never marry and if they do, they forfeit their right to the farm. You want this place right?”
“How long have you known?” She demands.
“Since you were 18.” I mutter.
I didn’t see it coming but I felt it. The slap to my face was hard. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as I met her eyes again. She was full of anger now. Truth be told, I was okay with it. If she was mad at me, even if she hated me, maybe she wouldn’t want to be with me. She would keep this place. I wouldn’t have to spend my life being the one she loves and the one thing she regrets. She spins on her heels, takes the reins and rides off with Radish before I can say another word.
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Very fucked up of the universe to put the idea of Kylar with knifeplay and bloodplay kinks into my head and force me to just go on with my day, ngl. It's such a messy concept but bro...
You cannot tell me this freak wouldn't go feral over the idea of mixing his blood with the blood of his darling. You just can't. He'd be so into that shit, regardless of where the blood came from. God, why the fuck do I come up with ideas like that, I'm literally not even that into knife- and bloodplay due to personal experiences 💀
So sorry if this ask was off-putting, I had to get it out of my system because I was literally going crazy thinking about it (•́︿•̀)
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im definitely not into blood/knife play irl, but fictionally speaking, it can be really hot with the right characters. and kylar is one of them!!
warning: discussion of self harm. i don't tend to trigger warn, but i know this can be a very sensitive topic. general blood and knife discussion too.
i think he'd have a cutting fetish tbh. which is also fucked up, but im saying it anyway. would love to cut your arms for you, let you cut his, or cut together. wants so bad to rub his arm with yours and share blood that way, even though that is a terrible idea lmao.
just the image of his eyes blown wide with lust, pitch black from how horny he is, tongue poking out in concentration while he cuts, cock rock hard and just leaking through his pants while you watch him. huffing and puffing and moaning every time you tug on his skin to make the cut easier for him, panting and wheezing when you stretch your arm out for him to attend to.
watching him jerk his cock to the sight of blood trickling down your arm, thirsty for a drink of it. having him lap at your bloody arm only to take his red stained tongue down to your clit.
he'd be the type to keep a blood vial necklace too i think, and would more than happily provide his own blood for you to keep one. keeps a knife on him at all times, loves sneaking off into the school bathroom with you to cut and cut and fuck while cutting ughhhh he's so gross and nasty i love him.. always cuts himself a little too deep when he cums and needs to go to the nurse </3
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HOW is your writing so good??? Did you make a pact for unspeakable power??? (That joke might be in poor taste). Anyway Im just trying to say I really love Nothing Like The Sun and greatly appreciate you writing and sharing it. Although I cannot wait to read more, please take your time resting/recharging, especially after all this amazing writing!
My questions:
I was wondering how you’d describe Branwyn. Asking cus I love her and want to attempt drawing her. Also just any other facts about her you wish to share!
I’m also wondering if you’re willing to point out another Shakespeare reference in your fic. Im intrigued but not well read enough to spot them lol.
Oh my gosh, thank you for all your kind words! And I'd be over the moon if you decided to draw Branwyn, so let me describe her as best I can!
Branwyn is a gold dwarf -- I haven't pinned down her exact age, but she's in whatever the dwarven equivalent of early/mid-forties would be. Let me break the rest of this into bullets so it's not a total wall of text (and so I can put all this behind a cut):
Branwyn has tannish-golden skin with warm undertones, dark brown eyes with an epicanthal fold, and a broad, flat chin.
Branwyn has thick brownish-black hair -- her hair would have a bit of a wave to it, but she wears it long enough that the curl pattern's been stretched out quite a lot. She usually wears her hair in a single long braid, reaching about midway down her back. She doesn't have bangs, but shorter strands of her hair do tend to escape her braid and frame her face.
She has high cheekbones, a wideish nose with a relatively flat bridge (although it's been broken more than once), and her lower lip's noticeably fuller than her upper one.
She has plenty of scars. I described a few in chapter 11 (the vicious gnarled scar across her nose and cheek; the shining band of skin around her neck, like a burn that never quite healed right), but those aren't the only ones. She's spent most of her adult life as a mercenary, after all.
Build-wise, Branwyn is about as stocky and muscular as you'd expect a dwarven fighter to be, lol. She's broad rather than curvy. She's usually in her Flaming Fist uniform/armor when she's speaking with Wyll -- when she's out of uniform, she's probably just sticking to a simple shirt and trousers.
idk what the queer scene looks like in Faerun, but Bran is a butch, full-stop. It's very sexy of her.
Some other tidbits about Branwyn:
Bran wears her hair long as a fuck-you to Thay. In Thay, shorter hair generally means higher social status, and the most powerful Red Wizards shave their heads bald so you can see all their tattoos. Slaves, in contrast, are forbidden from cutting their hair. After Ulder helped Bran escape, she decided to keep her hair long, because she didn't want to end up associating short hair with freedom and bring that piece of Thay back with her.
Branwyn has been married twice (and divorced twice). Her most recent marriage took place frankly too soon after she joined the Fist -- she and her wife stayed together a while, though, and probably should have split up sooner than they did. Wyll was in his preteens while this was going down; he worried about her, but he didn't really know what to do, and he felt bad about that (even though, like, he was a kid, of course he doesn't know how to deal with these things).
Bran loves Wyll dearly, but she's also very mindful of the hierarchies at play between them. Ulder has always been Branwyn's commanding officer, and she doesn't think it's her place to openly challenge or confront him about how he treats his son, or to act as a parental figure to Wyll in Ulder's stead. It's part of why she's so insistent about calling Wyll "milord" -- she's trying to remind Wyll that he needs to be mindful of the social expectations at play. Ultimately, I think their relationship can best be described as a lord and retainer type of deal -- a prince and his exasperated but fond knight/bodyguard -- until the end of Part One, when Bran finally says "fuck protocol" and helps Wyll escape from Baldur's Gate.
Bran's got a huge soft spot for kids. She swears like a sailor, though, so she has to check herself around them a lot.
As for your second question, a lot of the Shakespeare references are more structural than direct! Like, you know, a messenger rushing in at the wrong moment to deliver news of an impending catastrophe, and creating a tragedy of timing. One of my personal favorites, though, is the little nod to the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet in the scene where Cazador forces Astarion to expose himself to the sun. What light through yonder window breaks indeed -- although it's anything but soft.
(Yes, I know what “but soft!” means in the context of that line, but let me make dumb jokes.)
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d. do you want to tell us about the history of panic at the disco. i feel like you want to do that.
YES I DO (small unreality cw for a few of the jokes i make in this)
so back in like 2005. this emo boy from suburban nevada named ryan ross and his childhood friend slash the only drummer he knew (spencer smith) decided to start a band together called pet salamander. they also got this other guy named brent wilson to play keyboard but brent is a bitch and they kicked him out after the first album so this is the first and last time you will hear me mention him. ryan was singing, playing guitar, and writing music, which was a lot of work for a depressed teenager in his first band ever, so they ended up trying to find someone else to either play guitar or sing, and end up putting out an ad in some newspaper or something. up turns this kid named brendon urie! he can do both. they end up just having him sing though, because ryan still wants to play guitar. it was also some time around this that they realized pet salamander was a stupid ass band name, so they changed it to panic! at the disco. and thus the most band of all time was born.
ryan, pretty much by himself, writes an album called a fever you can't sweat out, which takes heavy inspiration from chuck palahnuik (im totally spelling his name wrong but idc), moulin rouge, and ryan's own childhood living just outside las vegas. it toes the line between pop punk and cabaret goth, or more accurately pirouettes along the tightrope between them. it is a picturesque score of scandals, sins (not tragedies), classic literature, dark circus couture, and a troubled childhood. it still genuinely astounds me that this album was made by a bunch of teenagers. it is an absolute fucking masterpiece. panic! records a few demos, and then gets the bright idea that "hey, ryan's a huge fan of fall out boy, right? that pop punk band from chicago that's really popular right now? like, he's super obsessed with pete wentz's writing. and pete is really active on social media. what if we shot him a few demos?"
and what does peter lewis kingston wentz the motherfucking third, known lacker of common sense, do?
he makes an entire fucking record label just to sign panic!.
ma'am what.
pete decides to start decaydance records, a sublabel of fueled by ramen, and signs a bunch of his friends' bands, along with these random kids from nevada, because he thinks they have potential or whatever. panic! fully records afycso, and releases it on september 27th, 2005. it becomes a smash hit near immediately, and i write sins not tragedies remains to this day a staple of 2000's emo hits. and what, logically, do they do after this? well, first, they go on the nothing rhymes with circus tour, which i would have absolutely killed to get tickets to had i been, like, alive at the time. but after that they, of course, get this guy named jon walker to join the band as a bassist, take the exclamation point out of their name and retreat into the mountains to hotbox a cabin and write a classic rock album. of course. perfectly logical next move. ...look, they swore to shake it up and we swore to listen. this is on us.
some time in mid to late 2006, panic emerges from the mountains with an album called cricket and clover. after recording demos for pretty much the whole album, they realize, oh, we totally cannot release this. so they rework it into an album called pretty. odd., which is an absolute masterpiece. i don't understand why people don't like it. it's so fucking good. if pretty. odd. has 10000 fans i am one of them if pretty. odd. has 10 fans i am one of them if pretty. odd. has 1 fan it is me if pretty. odd. has no fans i am dead. i don't have as much eloquent stuff to say about p.o. as i do with afycso. i just really like it.
[bad wilbur soot impression] it was at this point that brendon decided to become a problem.
so ryan was struggling with a lot of mental health issues right? you would expect your bandmates, especially the one you trusted to sing the lyrics you expressed and processed a lot of those mental health issues with, to not make fun of you for that, right? you would think? brendon did not think. ever. that man has not had a thought in his life and i mean that as an insult. things get so bad eventually that panic splits in half, with ryan and jon splitting off to form a band called the young veins that released one album in 2010 and then broke up, and spencer and brendon being left with the record deal but being explicitly told by ryan to not use the name panic at the disco. which, technically, they didn't. they went back to panic! at the disco. but still. dick move, man.
panic! is still touring pretty. odd. at this point (late 2009), so they need some touring musicians, because they no longer have a bassist or a guitarist. so they hire. i believe ian crawford? but don't quote me on that. as a guitarist, and, more importantly, dallon weekes as a bassist. dallon becomes a full member of the band soon after, because they flat out don't have a bassist anymore, nor a songwriter, but dallon just so happens to have written music for a (very good) band called the brobecks since before panic! at the disco was even a twinkle in poor ryan's eye. justice for ryan ross. but dallon writes an album called vices & virtues, featuring a couple of songs (mostly bonus tracks) from our good friend pwentz, a song brendon wrote about his wife (the worst song on the album honestly), and like half a song left over that ryan wrote when he was still in panic!. which makes vices & virtues the only panic! album that has had every official panic! songwriter on it. four of them. what is wrong with this band. v&v is a fucking amazing album though. i love it so much.
after that, dallon gets to work on panic!'s fourth album, too weird to live, too rare to die!. his original draft is a fucking masterpiece, but unfortunately most of it never sees the light of day (as in, basically nothing minus all the boys, a demo of far too young to die, and the original lyrics to vegas lights) because brendon comes in and ruins the whole thing and turns it into a marketable alt pop album. as he does. justice for dallon weekes. justice for anyone who has ever interacted with brendon ever actually. twtltrtd is still an amazing album, don't get me wrong. just not as good as it would have been without brendon's meddling. i may be a little bitter.
dallon, inevitably, leaves the band, because not only has brendon been fucking up his writing, he's been harassing him, harassing his wife, and on top of it all, paying him so little he had to get a second job to support his family. spencer also leaves, for unclear reasons. so brendon's got three albums left on a record deal for a band that no longer exists. what does he decide to do? pretend the band still exists and is more than just him, of course. this band and its associates have a history of logical decision making and everything they have ever done was a good idea. of course. he releases an album called death of a bachelor in 2016, which was actually pretty good. you will come to see this is a fluke.
two years later, in 2018, brendon! at the disco releases their sixth album, pray for the wicked, which had like four good songs on it total. however, something much more important happened that year. see, something had been happening in the shadows of salt lake city. someone had been plotting. playing shows. a band that didn't exist had been popping up around, with a disturbingly long name. were they here from the past? were they, perhaps, back from the future? we'll never know. all we know is that the band consisted of dallon weekes, a man* who definitely had no connection to panic! at the disco, and ryan seaman, a man who definitely had no connection to falling in reverse. both of whom had dubious connections to the brobecks. and in 2018, they released their first single, a song called modern day cain.
THATS RIGHT THIS POST IS ABOUT I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME NOW BBY
iDKHOW ended up also releasing their first EP in 2018, called 1981 extended play. it is an absolute masterpiece. i did not care that it was 6 songs, i listened to those 6 songs on loop for months on end. they did not release a full album until 2020. so clearly those months turned into years at some point. i lost track. their first album, called RAZZMATAZZ, came out in october of 2020, after making everyone wait way too fucking long for a full album. you may recognize that album name. that is because it's my name. i am way too obsessed with this band. they haven't been around for very long, so they don't have much history for me to infodump yet, but i am very proud to say i was one of their first fans, and i'll be a fan until the day i die.
nowadays, jon's still releasing solo music (also we are tiktok mutuals), ryan is a hermit, dallon was never in panic! at the disco at all why am i mentioning him, and brendon released an album called viva las vengeance that bombed so hard he announced the formal disbandment of panic! at the disco last month. the evil is defeated. thanks for coming to the circus, everyone. you can go home now.
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