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musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 2 years

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Shiptober Day 8

Prompt: Pose

Ship: John Seed x Deputy James Rook x Deputy Dean Sinclaire

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"My arm is going numb," James groans.

"Well I stopped being able to feel my foot thirty minutes ago, suck it up sweetheart," John shoots back, rolling his eyes at the pout on James' face as he looks down at him pitifully. Truth be told his foot wasn't John's only concern, his shoulder was being to ache a small bit but he was determined to stay perfectly still.

"I'm almost done, sorry," Dean laughs sheepishly, raking his pencil across the page of his sketchbook and glancing up at his boyfriends between every other stroke.

John and James stay posed on John's couch, John underneath the taller man, leaning on his elbow with one leg drawn up so his heel was flat on the couch. Meanwhile James had half of his weight on John, also propped up on his elbow, one hand draped over John's waist and his leg draped over John's thigh. It was an intimate pose and John had slapped James' wandering hand one too many times already.

"Take your time love," John hums, glancing over his shoulder at Dean who was sitting on the bear skin rug in nothing but one of James' shirts. His hair was pulled back into a small ponytail and the look of concentration on his face made the numb limbs feel worth it. It was an honor to be an artist's muse after all, John and James had both said yes before Dean could even finish asking them to pose for him. Catching glimpses of how Dean studied their forms as he made progress on his drawing was enough to let butterflies loose in both of their stomachs.

Still James let a small whine slip past his lips, leaning his head down to rest against John's shoulder. He didn't want to complain but after the thirty minute mark his body was protesting being held hostage in one position. John rolls his eyes gently but turns his head to press a kiss to his temple, smiling as James retaliates with a quick kiss to his shoulder.

A thoughtful hum comes from Dean and John and James turn to see him holding his sketchbook up, looking between them and the lines he'd etched into the white paper. Then he smiles and nods, almost triumphant as he lowers it back down.

"Okay i think i'm done—thank you guys," He smiles, pushing himself up from the floor. James flops onto John with an exaggerated sigh and John falls back with a small laugh, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and rubbing circles into his back. Dean joins them, sitting on the edge of the couch and John sneaks one hand onto his bare thigh, blue eyes shining with anticipation as he eyes the sketchbook Dean presses to his chest shyly.

"I haven't done any life drawing in a while so it's a little rusty," His face is flushed lightly as mutters the words, slender fingers toying with the paper as he keeps his gaze set on his lap.

"I'm sure it's gorgeous darling, everything you draw is incredible," John encourages him, squeezing his thigh and offering a charming smile. James pushes himself up, detangling himself from John and giving them both the opprtunity to situate thesmelves on either side of Dean.

"I'd be flattered by a stick figure so don't worry about how it looks," James assures him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and throwing his arm over the back of the couch. John snakes an arm around his waist and Dean lets out a short exhale, preparing himself before moving the sketchbook away and holding it out so they could see it.

The drawing was lovely, the lines were messy but flowed in natrual curves that accentuated the pose the boys had been in. The shading is a mix of tight and loose hatching and John and James both make noises of approval and awe as they trail their eyes over it. John reaches out to place his hand over Dean's, taking in the loving expressions etched into his and James' faces.

John had plenty of photos of himself, taken by himself and other people, but a drawing that took time and care to create was something else. And to have one of his partners drawn alongside him, creating a type of time capsule of the moment, makes his heart swell in his chest and a warmth to bloom across his skin. James has a similar reaction, mixed in with the appreciation of seeing himself through Dean's eyes. It truly was something special.

"It's perfect," John whispers and Dean smiles bashfully at the breathless tone of his voice.

"It's amazing Dean, seriously, thank you for letting us be your models," James adds, voice genuine and giddy as he looks over the drawing. Dean ducks his head down from the compliment and drops the book down to his lap.

"D'aw shucks, you're gonna make me blush. Thank you for indulging me and uhm, if you don't mind losing feeling to your body parts too much, i'd love to do a few more if that's okay with you," Dean suggests tentatively, barely hidden excitement radiating off of him as he looks from James to John with hope shining in his big brown eyes.

"Oh I'd be delighted," John agrees instantly, earning a thankful kiss from the brunette whose all but bouncing in his seat. It definitely more than makes up for the pins and needles he was silently suffering from in the moment.

"I can't say no to you, how do you want me?" James sighs and smiles warmly, also receiving a quick peck as Dean stands again.

"Okay, how about this time James, you lean back and John you lay ontop of him," Dean swivels around and points with his pencil to direct his lovers, voice full of enthusiasm as he speaks. His brown eyes are aflame with that artistic drive and if they didn't want to keep him waiting John and James would have taken their time to admire him a moment longer. But as cute as he was in his element he was also impatient and James quickly shuffles back, resting his back against the arm rest as John follows after him.

John steals a kiss before settling between the junior deputy's legs, smiling coyly as James bites down a smile. John rests his chin on James' chest, sneaking his arms under him and getting as comfortable as he was able too.

"That's perfect! Now, you two just make sure your comfy this time and tell me if you need a break or anything," Dean instructs gently, taking a seat on the bear skinnrug once more and this time propping his sketchbook up on the coffee table.

"Yes sir,"

"Will do love,"

#far cry 5 oc #oc x oc #John Seed x oc #Deputy Dean Tag #Deputy James Tag #Oneshot Tag #Shiptober2022 #ship: Oh What Sweet Sin It Is To Love You

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olderthannetfic · 1 month

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Detroit: become Human antis fascinate me. "If you ship Connor/Hank you're a pedo", I expected. Pedo is to an anti as communism/socialism is to a conservative, a buzzword to throw at everything you dislike. "Connor/Markus is bad because you're fetishizing interracial couples", I was not expecting, since... well, they're not really any given race. They're modeled on their voice actors, but they're androids, and in-universe that's very much the line along which they're socially stratified. They're the same race. "Markus/North is bad because you're fetishizing interracial relationships AND North is an abuse victim so you're fetishizing 'rescue romances' AND you're saying women need a man!" Actually I just think it'd be cute for North/Markus/Connor to be a thing and for her to be supportive and sweet and everybody's loving, tough, cool lady partner, I wasn't thinking about... any of that, honestly. "Connor/Kara is bad because you're taking away from her accomplishments as an independent woman and making her story about men!" Oh cool I didn't know women could have a storyline OR a relationship but not both, meanwhile men can have both.

And yet all the actual flaws of the text - and there are so, so many - just sail over their heads. Their whole thing is that they're totally not in a cult or obsessed with ships, they're into social justice. Yet they don't have a word to say on the way the text tackles race, oppression, abuse, etc. It's just about how your ship is bad but their preferred ship isn't.

In the end I think DbH antis are what snapped me out of my anti tendencies. Both of my siblings are antis, so you'd think I would've been bound to go that route, but seeing how every single pairing was viewed as an indicator of something horrible inside you reminded me a lot of the fire-and-brimstone preachers we have here in the South. Everything is evil, everything is an indicator you're bad, you're shit, you're terrible, repent now of your sin/ship.

In the end all it did was make me support everybody's ships. I don't do ship wars. We're all "problematic" to someone. I support whatever you're doing. (So long as you're not an asshole.)

It really is stark with DBH. It's so easy to find things to criticize legitimately. Many of them are even social justice things.

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drunkenlionwrites · 10 months

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Decay

Okay, it's a bit sad, but I came with the terms of being a lover of just writing the stream of consciousness of Vash's dark thoughts. It manifested in like 20 minutes while listening to a song I heard today. Warnings: Vash x reader, g/n reader, no body parts mentioned, hurt/comfort, a bit of angst, self-deprecation

He just stood there, twirling a small strand of his yellowish-golden hair between his calloused finger pads, looking at his own reflection. ‘Decaying’ Knives said one time. He’s decaying. Does it mean he’s being transformed to something remotely resembling a human being now, or does it just mean he’s finally getting what he deserved for all the sins he committed throughout his inhumanly long existence. Will it bring him close to you, at least? His anchor, his salvation, the last stop in his life?

He didn’t know, he didn’t want to know, probably. The fear filling him at the thought of watching you decaying in your human sort of way: covering with traces of your age, eyes filling with wisdom and some sort of tranquility and acceptance he so often saw in older people. How do humans process and grow from their experience in such a short lifespan? He sometimes felt as if he’s the same boy watching hundreds of ships falling to the ground, same boy just painfully tired. Decaying.

He leaned closer to the small mirror above the bathroom sink, trying to find signs of something. Maybe aging? He would’ve felt so elated if he saw even a small trace of wrinkles forming around the corner of his eyes or brow ridges – there was nothing there. Just the same youthful face he’s grown tired looking at. Not much time has passed after all, but year after year he grew more anxious at the thought of being left alone again. The insurance girls, kids at the orphanage, Livio, you – the crazy ones who stuck with him through thick and thin.

Even though he’s been conditioned by your sweet gentle voice, your precious touch, your affectionate voice not to fear future, not to loathe the past, he’s been stuck with himself in such moments, when you have been still sleeping and he had to face himself in all his monstrous glory while doing trivial things, probably brushing teeth, or shaving. How funny. Sometimes he didn’t think much of it. Sometimes he’s been starting spiraling down the corridors of his darkest thoughts. Maybe he should end it all, covering all the ground around your lovely home with geraniums and follow you? Or maybe it would’ve been selfish again. It should be your favorite flowers. How funny that you wouldn’t ever come to know what your favorite flower is.

‘Vash?’ a soft voice called out to him, yanking from melancholy. ‘What my favorite man is filling his pretty head with again, m?’ Sounds of quiet steps and creaking wooden floor followed, topped with the feeling of warm body pressing to his back, enveloping him in a loving embrace. And with such an easy turn of his head, the view of his tired face changed into your smiling eyes. Anchoring, grounding and oh so loving.

‘Mmm thinking about how I should pamper my favorite Mayfly today?’ a small smile appearing on his own face.

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#vash x reader #vash x you #trigun x reader #trigun x you #trigun headcanons #vash headcanons #lion writes

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tequiilasunriise · 10 months

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"Blake, are your parents dating my mom?"

"...Meow."

@min3nc's post about Snowleopard ripped open the Pandora Box that is some of my headcanons about this throuple (and the subsequent Bellaschneeblings interactions in my post here) so sit tight y'all this list is gonna be long because I absolutely adore this healthy bi4bi4bi poly pilf couple that foils whatever the fuck Divorce Mcgees Summer, Raven, n Tai had going on (don't get me wrong, I adore str-crossed lovers, especially whatever the fuck Rosebird had, but cmon you could power a small nation off of their Divorce Energy alone)

-They have zero in-canon interactions but the thought of Willow slowly healing and learning to love again from two characters shown to be incredibly sweet and patient and understanding and oh so gentle and tender and earnest? Guys this alone should sell you on the ship like!! LIKE!!!

-WILLOW HEALING FROM HER ABUSIVE MARRIAGE TRAUMA WITH THE HEALTHIEST COUPLE!! GHIRA AND KALI TAG TEAMING TO VALIDATE AND SMOTHER THE SHIT OUTTA THIS ENDEARING MILF WITH SO MUCH LOVE AND SUPPORT!!!

-Takes a deep breath. Wowie. Do y'all get it though do y'all understand the vision?

-I need me vulnerable Willow asking the Pilfadonnas fer parenting advice and the pair to be more than happy to help their girlfriend just so eager to help!! They're so reassuring and tender with her, making sure she doesn't feel like a terrible shit fer asking fer help about this like, "Oh, oh sweetheart. You've been through so much, and it's a good thing you're fighting fer your second chance to be the mother your children need and deserve. It's alright, darling, we're right here with you."

-Furthermore, Willow would feel so much guilt eating at her for her ex-husband's crimes against the Faunus as a whole and the Pilfadonnas, the leaders of the Faunus themselves, would help talk through her guilt and affirm that Willow is not to blame fer bullshit Jacques pulled and help her with the process of finding a good therapist like like like!!! There's so much shit here guys!!!

-"It was by marrying me that Jacques gained access to the resources tied to the Schnee name and carved out the world. I didn't do anything to stand up to him and stop him from ruining my family's name, and so by doing nothing I'm a part of his sins."

"....Babygirl we love you so much but there's SO MUCH wrong to unpack here."

-Also Willow deserves to be bisexually panicked by two hot cat people bc I said so she just deserves okay trust trust trust

-Anyways, the Schneeblings are mad sus of the Pilfadonnas at first because they ALLLLL know what kinda abusive bullcrap their mom went through in her dead marriage with Jackass Schnee but all eventually coming around to really love Ghira's and Kali's seemingly endless unconditional love (Weiss was the quickest to adapt, then Winter, and finally little Whitley)

-The Pilfadonnas are so sweet and loving to their new kids and see 'em as their own straight up but don't pressure any typa connection and respect the Schneeblings so much like, "I would prefer just Kali, but if calling me Ms. Belladonna makes you more comfortable then go right ahead sweetheart" LIKE THEYRE JUST THE BEST STEPARENTS EVER SO MUCH VALIDATION AND PATIENCE AND SWEETNESS!!!

-"Chieftain Ghira, sir, it's good to see you."

"Winter, while I won't stop you from calling me by that title if that's what makes you the most comfortable, you don't have to be so strict with yourself. There's no need to address me like you're a military subordinate, sweetheart."

"...I would die for you, sir."

"Oh! Um! I'm very grateful for that, but, uh, let's also not huh? Wouldn't want you dying anytime soon ahahahaaa."

"You're right, sir, the Maiden powers should not be so carelessly tossed around."

".....Alright so we're going to go find you a good therapist and start working on your sense of personhood-"

-The Pilfadonnas introduce the concept of therapy and healthier coping mechanisms to all of the Schnees REALNESS

-"But OP wouldn't Weiss already have learned that from her super supportive friends?" Weiss' found family is incredible but healthy coping mechanisms are NOT part of that package deal holy shit hypertraumatized child soldiers left and righttt baby

-Anyways, one time Whitley slipped and accidentally called Ghira "Hey dad-" and everyone FROZE before Whitley rushed his question and then ran the f u c k off as Ghira started wiping tears with Kali holding him close and Willow being so emotional at the her son finally has a solid, good father figure in his life oMG HES STARTING TO ACCEPT THE PILFADONNAS!!!

-Eventually, the Schneeblings graduate to calling the Pilfadonnas just Kali and Ghira (and Blake calling Willow by her first name was already established back when she was crashing Schnee Manor in V8 so we chilling) but Whitley, oh my heart, sometimes slips with a 'mama' or 'dad' to his stepparents and down the line he even stops getting embarrassed over it and GOSH does it melt the Pilfadonnas' hearts everytime he calls 'em that it doesn't matter if it's the tenth or the hundredth time they're sosossooo soft

-One time Weiss was practicing her fencing stances and didn't realize the Pilfadonnas were watching her, and then when they started to praise how amazing her swordsmanship is? Babygirl actually starts to cry a little because it was always, "You need to be faster, Schnees aren't supposed to be so slow" and "What would your grandfather say if he saw such sloppy forms? Again!" and never, "Oh, Weiss, honey, you were wonderful out there! You must have trained very hard to be so good!"

-If you give any of the Schneeblings a fucken shred of unconditional praise they will crumple faster than a stale cookie. On a daily basis, Weiss jokes and asks Blake how the FUCK did she not end up more well-adjusted (she knows about the bullshit with Adam but Weiss also knows that Blake is aware she's just messing around)

-So we've established some headcanons of the Schneelings interacting with the Pilfadonnas, but hear me out awkward as fuck Blake and Willow interactions bc Willow has NO IDEA how to interact with her daughter's teammate turned stepdaughter???

-Because, you know, "Oh uh hey my ex-husband exploited and abused the shit out the Faunus for years on end and you were one of the people heavily affected to the point where you, as a literal child, turned to a life of vigilante terrorist justice as a form of fighting back for your own basic rights"

-Blake, like her parents, completely understand that Willow had nothing to with Jackass' cruelty and instead gives her new stepmom an easy smile and starts talking small talk about Weiss' adventures with Team RWBY and!! Yeah!! Willow genuinely wants to know what's been going on in her daughter's life since she was so absent from it during her alcoholic days

-The pair bond over a shared loved of Weiss, and at one point Willow says, "If it isn't overstepping, can I just say I am truly fortunate that Weiss has someone like you in her life to support her" and Blake chuckles softly and replies, "It wasn't easy at first, but yeah, I'm glad she's in my life too" AND ARGAGRGRHRH THE BONDINGGGG

-Speaking of bonding, imagine the Pilfadonnas vibing with Klein and bonding over tea together, and seeing their adoptive dad figure Klein vibe with their new steparents may or may not have sped up Whitley and Winter warming up to the Pilfadonnas justttt a litttttlleee

-When Kali and Ghira see their stepkids flinch at loud voices or innocently raised hands, when they notice the low self-esteem Winter still carries or Whitley's facade of maturity so that adult figures actually acknowledge him, in front of the kids they're very respectful and apologetic of accidental triggers without being patronizing, but when they're alone? Straight fucking murder in their eyes. The Pilfadonnas are fucken e n r a g e d they're fucken seething because how dare Jackass Schnee hurt these sweet kids so fucking much

-They make sure neither the Schneeblings nor Willow are around when they let out their furious vents to each other absolutely slandering Jackass' name with clenched fists and bared fangs because they don't want their anger to trigger anyone but yeahhhh. Yeah, if Jacques is still out there we're adding two bisexual cat pilfs to the waiting list fer ripping his head off

-ANYWAYS, on a lighter note, can y'all imagine the Belladonnas are vibing and purring together all comfy and shit and the Schnees see them and are like, "Shit man they're so HEALTHY and FUNCTIONAL what the HECK??"

-Blake groaning, "Dadddddd!!" when her dad pulls up with family albums to talk about his precious daughter's childhood and, "Not you too mom!!!" when Kali excitedly joins in. As Blake is play wrestling with her parents to get the photobooks away, the Schnees are just witnessing this in various levels of amused but also kinda like, "Damn wow is this what a healthy family's supposed to look like dannggg that's crazzzzzyyyyyyyy"

-Vacations to Menagerie where the Belladonnas playfully make fun of their sunburnt as all hell white family members, and even though some Faunus are wary of the visiting Schnees, others are more open to giving these guys a chance and hey!! Turns out the SDC is actually going to be a good company after the shit Jacques Schnee pulled. Imagine the healing between Faunus relations and the Schnee family name when Willow and her kids pull up to help wherever and however they can

-I'm just saying family dinners would be so healthy and healing fer Willow and her kids after years filled with so many isolated, lonely, suffocating as hell dinners when Jacques still walked these halls. Instead of stiff etiquette and barbed questions throw their way by a spiteful bitchass with a clip-on tie, there's warm laughter and jovial banter thrown about; genuine inquires about their day/interests that lead to invested conversation and freely given praise; large, beaming smiles from three dark color-schemed people who radiantly glow like the sun. It's like the Belladonnas breathed back life into the hollowed out Schnees who barely survived all the different ways jackass had hurt them, and that's just so fucken lovely to think about

#please go check out part two with the bellaschneeblings interactions shit was SO FUN to write #also!! yall feel free to reblog with ur own hcs!! the more the merrier #snowleopard came outta nowhere and absolutely rotted my brain like theyre actually so good???#crwby u cowards give me the healthy old ppl polycule they would be so fucken good #Qrow n Willow would be recovering alcoholic bros- much to Winter's chagrin- but its to these two loving cat ppl that Willow comes home to #rebuilding vauco through the power of good parental figures therapy and bisexuality #rwby #rwby snow leopard #kali belladonna #ghira belladonna #willow schnee #pilfadonnas #schneeblings #winter schnee #weiss schnee #whitley schnee #blake belladonna #rwby snowleopard

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iamadequate1 · 4 months

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Black Pete vs Izzy (Pt 1)

I've long thought that Izzy and Black Pete are analogous like Prince Ricky and Stede. They have surface level similarities, but there is an undercurrent that sends their characters in wildly different directions. The mood has struck me to do a painstaking comparison of the two!

Starting disclaimer: Mind the "Izzy Critical" tag for realsy. I was not charmed by Izzy in S2, and I firmly view him as an antagonist all the way through. I also love Black Pete, though, and forgive all his sins.

This is going to be long and messy, but it is mine. I used to have it in one large post, but now I'm going to break this up into at least three separate posts. I have about 12 points, and it's gonna be a surprise how this develops. Let's begin!

#1: Pete and Izzy are both introduced as expressing displeasure in Stede's style of piracy

Everyone who isn't Ed seems to think poorly of Stede's pirate skills when they first meet him, but Pete and Izzy seem to be unique in that their character introductions in the series is them being most vocal about it.

Pete introduces the "real pirate" view of Stede before Stede's onscreen introduction. He gives us the first conversation of the series, and it is not flattering!

Pete: Fuck this! I'm out. Crew: Hey! Oluwande: What're you doin'? Pete: I didn't sign up to play cards. Weeks we've been out here with nothing to show for it. I should have... 20 kills by now, at least.

First of all, "nothing to show for it", and the screen is focused on Lucius. Petey, you gain a hubby from this, but you just don't know it yet!

Anyway, Pete's introducing right away that Stede is not up to real pirate captain standards when viewed by outsiders. After their first (and truly epic) raid, Pete is the first one to clearly criticize Stede:

Stede: Here it is: the spoils of battle! Woo-hoo. Congratulations on today's raid. I do have some notes, though. Uh, opening speech went well. Very inspiring. Uh, oh yes, I guess the big note is more energy! We're swashbuckling, we're looting. Let's have fun with it. Pete: Stealing a plant is hardly swashbuckling.

Like Pete, Izzy's very first scene in the series, he's not at all impressed with the Eccentric Pirate Bonnet and his savage, insane, vengeful pirate horde.

Izzy (also talking to historical Israel Hands): What kind of fuckin' idiot runs his ship aground? And this lot managed to take English officers hostage.

As a bonus, Izzy's disdain for Stede extends to Stede's entire crew! Upon meeting the entire crew in 1x4, we get Izzy's assessment to Ed:

Ed: Let's get to it. What've we got here? Izzy: Well, the ship sustained some damage in the crossfire, and the crew's completely useless, bottom of the barrel.

When Izzy is forced to partake in the teaching raid at the beginning of the next episode, he says:

Izzy: Crew of Revenge, you are not to engage. You are simply here to observe how real pirates function in the real world. Pete: Uh, we are also real pirates in the real world, so.

Yes, Petey, stand up for yourself! He was the "real pirate" in the pilot, but as the first season moved into its second act, the show starts to demonstrate more of how The Revenge is an anomaly in the pirate world even with the character who is the "real pirate" at the start. (Also, weird that we don't see Izzy on the raid that directly follows! How were they supposed to learn??)

#2: Pete and Izzy start as anti-soft

They both start the series with tinges (to very different degrees) of toxic masculinity: a push to being "manly" and dominant, minimizing emotional vulnerability, derision of the feminine or "weak." Nigel is the beginning example of this in the series as he calls Stede weak and mocks him picking flowers. On the crew side of the cast, Pete and Izzy are the ones who display these traits the strongest.

In the first episode, Pete is the most disdainful of Stede's super sweet flag activity, using misogynistic language.

Stede: Now, each of you will create a flag. And we'll vote for the best one, and that will be the official flag for The Revenge. Pete: I'm not fuckin' sewing. That's women's work. Stede: Oh, Black Pete, come on now. You know that's not true.

After their encounter with the British in the same episode, he makes disparaging remarks about a soft approach when attempting to fool the officers:

Roach: It's always the quiet ones. Frenchie: I thought that was fairly badass. Swede: You got to admit, he pulled it off. Pete: Pulled what off? Making us dress up like a bunch of fancy boys?

He doesn't make any comments as aggressively anti-femme after the pilot, but as we move along, we see him in a tender scene at the end of 1x6 when he gives Lucius the wooden finger and confesses that this feelings are deeper than a quick hookup:

Pete: So, uh, listen, I, I thought I was going to lose you. Lucius: Oh, yeah. Well, you nearly did 'cause I had a really bad infection, so. Pete: Exactly. And, uh, and, death, you know, I'm used to death, but, um, but not, um, your death. Uh, so anyway, I, uh, made this for you. It looks like a thumb, but it's a finger. I whittled it. It's, it's dumb. You don't have to wear it. Kiss: *happens, awwww* Lucius: I love it, and I didn't know you whittled. Pete: There's a lot you don't know about me... actually, that's kind of it.

At this point, we had seen Stede and Ed open up about some of their insecurities (see: Ed's bathtub confession just before this, or Stede talking to the therapist in 1x2), but this is the first scene we get a character confessing their feelings about someone to that someone in series. It's scary, it's vulnerable, and even though it's couched in violent language, it's very soft. It's also the round about confession phrasing similar to what we have with Oluwande to Jim in 1x7 or Ed to Stede in 1x9. Pete in the pilot would not have believably played this scene.

Pete progresses through the season, but in the last episode of the first season, instead of shaming him, Pete claps and makes (awkward) supportive comments to Ed's breakup song and even willingly dresses up as a "fancy boy" in the resulting talent show.

He's trying! Going into Season 2, he doesn't have a reaction at all to a woman (Zheng) calling him soft, and he just rolls with it.

Izzy, on the other hand, keeps his gendered insults throughout S1. In 1x4, we get "I'm not dying. Not for that ponce and not for you." In the next episode, we walks in on Lucius and Pete having a hookup with Wee John in the room taking a nap. He lashes out at all of them, but...

Izzy: You're all getting specific duties. Lucius: No thanks, Iggy. I only take orders from my Captain. Izzy: My name is Mr. Hands, First Mate Hands, or God as far as you're concerned, and I've got just the job for you... bitch.

Sure, it's funny in a pathetic way (the tagged on ineffective "bitch" is a big lol for me), but he ignores the disrespect Pete and Wee John give him and targets the most feminine one in the room and tosses in a "bitch" for good measure. In the end, Izzy tries to shame Lucius for being a "seductress," and it backfires as Lucius easily makes a fool of him. Izzy used the gendered insults ("bitch", "seductress", whatever that Oh Daddy thing was) as a power move, and it failed.

The next episode, he's calling Stede Ed's "pet" since they're developing a healthy friendship, and he makes sure to bring up Ed's past words re: pets that Ed is now "weak," what is a horrible, horrible thing.

This derision against the soft/weak/femme culminates in the S1 finale with Izzy's threats against Ed.

Izzy: I'm going to speak plainly. Ed: Wonderful. You know we share our thoughts on this ship. Izzy: I should've let the English kill you. This, whatever it is that you've become, is a fate worse than death. Ed: Well, I am still Blackbeard, so. Izzy: No. This, this is Blackbeard. Not some namby-pamby in a silk gown pining for his boyfriend.

(This show is awesome. The Blackbeard caricature from 1x4 has no face, but the one in 1x10 has a face and a lighthouse beside him.) Anyway, Ed is showing human emotions at having lost love, so Ed is ruined in Izzy's eyes. As mentioned above, Pete at this time was supportive of Ed (to the extent he can give), but his character mirror buddy is doing the opposite.

The beginning of this outburst feeds into the theme that will keep coming up with how deceptive and self serving Izzy is: the English were there because Izzy called them on Ed and his boyfriend. Izzy was already in the process of punishing Ed for being "weak" and having a "pet," and he thought Ed should have been punished far more harshly because he didn't immediately behave how Izzy wanted him to. The ship and crew weren't in danger from Ed and Stede sailing the seas happily, but they were in danger from Izzy. "Let the English," like he was a protector instead of the one that led them to The Revenge in the first place.

In this mocking, Izzy also continues with the derisive language. "Namby-pamby" by itself isn't a crime, but it is the same loaded language that Izzy used throughout the season, and "pining for his boyfriend" is said in a cruel mockery of the deep heartbreak Ed was going through. Ed was mourning the loss of an entire life he wanted, not the loss of a silly puppet he could scamper through meadows with when the mood struck. Izzy minimized these deep emotions so he could keep his control.

Izzy and Pete both began the season as angry against the softness, the weakness, that Stede was bringing into their worlds, but Pete dropped it much more quickly, while Izzy doubled down to the extreme. Pete got the soft affection confession, while Izzy angrily lashed out at someone having soft affection at all.

I should add as the last Pete and Izzy parallel that Izzy did also have his "fancy boy" moment in 2x6, but it felt more like a farewell for Con O'Neill than something that was organic or meaningful around Izzy. It's a parallel nontheless!

This is continued in Part 2!

Preview: They both wanted Stede dead at certain points! They both have a thing for the Legend of Blackbeard! They both are terrible pirates! Tune in next time. Same bat time, same bath channel!

Series: Part 1, Part 2, Buttons tangent, Part 3, S2 Izzy reaction GIF

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simizzy-writes · 2 years

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take two, pretty thing.

Pairing: Trafalgar D. Water Law x f!Reader x Monkey D. Luffy Warnings: 18+. smut. dvp. language. A/N: i'm, uh...i'm a little thirsty. yea. also fuck me right?? cuz i couldn't figure out a good title or gif/pic worth shit so don't come for me plz-

“Pretty girl,” he smirked. “Is your pussy wet for me?”

Cocky motherfucker. His fingers were in your pussy, weren’t they? He should know. But this was Law, and of course he had to tease you.

You moaned into his mouth, tongue eagerly dancing with his own. It should have been a sin for him to taste so good. His digits scissored deeper into your pussy, palm deliberately rubbing against your clit the way he knew you loved it. The friction made your legs open further and you would have begged for more if he wasn’t sucking on your tongue now. When Law finally pulled away, admiring the messy string of saliva still connecting you, he asked you another question:

“Ready for this cock, pretty girl?”

Fingers tracing his tattoos, you dipped your head down to taste his pulse. He let you, craning his neck to the side and he couldn’t help moaning your name as your teeth sunk into his flesh. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You purred for him, nursing the abused skin with tongue and a kiss. For a moment, you missed the sensation of his fingers when he withdrew them from your soaking wet cunt. But it was only for a moment, because in the next one he had angled that pussy over his thick cock and buried himself within it. You moaned his name, perhaps a bit louder than you should have, and Law slipped his fingers into your mouth. They were the ones he was fingering you with, and you sucked them clean with a hunger that surprised you.

Your pussy was like a velvet heaven and Law swore that it could turn him into a pious man. He’d do whatever it took to please you - tongue, fingers, cock - just so that you would bless him with that sweet release. Leaning back, he admired you. So beautiful bouncing on his dick, drooling on his fingers. “That’s my girl. Does it feel good?”

He spread his legs a bit, both hands now on your waist. Tensing his muscles, he held you still and fucked his cock up into you. You threw your head back in bliss, biting on your knuckles in a desperate attempt to keep yourself quiet. It was so difficult, what with Law’s cock pounding into your fucking cervix. You were going to lose your mind at this rate. Your pussy tightened, greedy and hungry, chasing after that orgasm Law was hell bent on giving you.

“Gonna cum already?” he teased.

You glared at him, palms slapping down onto his chest. You dug your nails into his skin, red little crescent moons glowing against his tan skin. “Shut up - “

“Oh, so this is what you guys have been up to.”

Law’s reaction time was much faster than yours. He shot forward, curling his body into you. His arms wrapped around you and he pressed your blushing face into his chest. “Piss off!”

“Shishishi! Why? Looks like fun!”

Law pawed the ground around your joined bodies, trying to find the jacket you had stripped from him. Straw-Hat didn’t need to see you naked -

“I said piss off!”

Bashfully, carefully, you peaked through the fingers you held helplessly against your eyes. There stood Luffy, an ever-present grin on his face. His smile was like sunshine and usually it warmed you with joy, but something about the look in his eyes made it seem a little more…hungry. Taking his signature hat off and placing it - you didn’t know, on a table maybe? - aside, Luffy began walking over to you. Law’s anger didn’t phase him, it seemed.

By now, Law’s cock was softening, but you weren’t as far away from an orgasm as he was. The mood shifted, obviously, but you couldn’t claim to be completely out of it. You kept your eyes on Luffy, Law’s angry voice seeming a bit more distant than it should. He was watching you too, and when he crouched down just inches away from your face, he smiled a bit wider.

“It’s my ship,” he said. “I can go where I please.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong. In hindsight, maybe it was kind of dumb to fuck on someone else’s ship when someone could walk in on you at any moment. At least on the Polar Tang, the Heart Pirates knew to fucking knock first before entering.

The way your pussy tightened around his half-limp dick wasn’t lost on Law. He looked back and forth between you and Straw-Hat, not surprised at the sparks of interest connecting you two. He wasn’t jealous, per se. Annoyed was a more appropriate term. He didn’t like being interrupted, and he especially didn’t like someone barging in on his time with you. Still, it was his fault for letting things get this far on someone else’s ship. He held you a little tighter, and asked Luffy what he was going to do, then.

Luffy thought for a moment, but only shrugged in the end. “I don’t know, watch?”

Was that a little flicker of disappointment you felt? But what should you have expected? Did you think that you were going to take up taking two cocks tonight instead of just one? Well, maybe…

“You’re just going to stand there and watch me fuck this pretty girl? Tch. Good luck. She’s too good to resist.”

“Law!” You cried his name in shock. You buried your face in his chest again, silently cursing him for making you feel so embarrassed.

He only rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, [Name]-ya. Don’t act like you don’t love the praise.”

Luffy seemed enthralled. “Really? That good, huh? I want to play!”

You didn’t know what to do. Your mind was racing, the room felt hot, and why were you so fucking wet -

“Hey,” Law murmured. His voice was softer now, and it was meant only for you. “Say the word and he’s gone.” One of his hands was at the ready, fingers splayed and palm facing down. Should you wish it, he would teleport Luffy out of the room.

It pleased you that the control was in your hands, and you leaned into Law affectionately. “He can stay.”

“Shishishishi!”

Luffy’s laugh hummed in your ears, and you couldn’t help the small smile that threatened to grow on your lips. Tattooed fingers lifted your chin, and Law claimed your mouth again in a sweet kiss. Having an audience didn’t seem to trouble him, and the intensity of the kiss grew and grew until it was what you were accustomed to with him. Hungry, full of teeth and tongue. Your mind raced, wondering what Luffy was thinking as he watched this fervent kissing.

Within you, you could feel Law’s cock begin to stiffen again, and you moaned at the sensation. You rolled your hips against him, eager to help him return to a full erection. This pleased him, and his fingers splayed across your back, traveling down and down until they gripped the fullness of your ass.

You whined when he broke the kiss, eyes half-lidded in lust. He smirked at you - that cocky, teasing smirk - and nodded his head in Luffy’s direction.

Luffy had shifted positions slightly - when did he take off his shirt? - and was kneeling now. His warm eyes seemed glazed over, entranced and curious. His lips parted, hot breath feeling closer and closer. Luffy kept his eyes on those kiss-ridden lips of yours, and just before he was going to connect -

“Hey, [Name],” he said softly. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes - “

With passion you didn't expect from the carefree captain, he pressed his lips upon you with such intensity you felt like you were going to fall over. He reached for your hair, threading his fingers through silken strands. He kept you steady as he tongued your pretty mouth. The sensation made you shiver in pleasure, and Law took notice of the way your juicy cunt squeezed around him. Clearly, you were distracted, so he moved while you kissed Luffy. He worked his cock up into you, feeling pleased with himself when he would elicit moans from you that Luffy greedily swallowed.

Luffy broke away from the kiss, another hungry grin on his face. “You taste so good!”

“You should try her pussy sometime,” Law grunted.

God, you were such a slut for praise. Each compliment made you feel high, and you couldn’t deny how aroused you were by this new arrangement. The wet sound of Law fucking up into that pretty pussy of yours filled the space between the three of you, and he drew a long, lewd moan from you like it was nothing.

“What, do you like the attention or something?” Law taunted. “You’re soaking wet, baby. Dirty girl.”

You whimpered and moaned like the mess you felt yourself to be. In your peripheral, Luffy stood to rid himself of his shorts. With lecherous curiosity, you looked over at him fully. Your mouth watered at the sight of him stroking his cock, and you liked that it was a bit different from Law’s. You wondered what Luffy could make it do, knowing full well that his Devil Fruit abilities could extend to his cock.

Luffy smiled at you, enjoying the sight of you being fucked out by Law. He liked the way you bounced on him, soft titties reacting to each thrust. He stroked himself, fingertips squeezing the head of his cock to make his hips spasm.

“Show him some thanks, [Name]-ya,” Law groaned. He picked up his pace, pulling your hips down onto his cock. God, he would fuck you in half if he could. “Show him how thankful you are for his hospitality.”

You reached out to Luffy, bringing him closer towards you. You looked up at him as your hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock. The weight and warmth of it felt heavenly in your palm. Luffy reached for your hair again, positively enraptured by the way you licked the head of his cock with your pretty tongue. With his other hand, he reached for your jaw and chin, carefully opening your mouth a little wider. You obliged, and took him all the way down your throat. Satisfaction rose in your chest at the way you drew out a delicious moan from him.

“So good,” Luffy purred. His brows knitted together in concentration, lip caught between his teeth. His body felt hot as he rocked his hips against your mouth. Your mouth and lips felt so lush around his cock. He wanted to fuck your throat, to let go and use it, but he kept himself in line. Throwing his head back in bliss, he moaned at the sensation of you taking in every inch of his cock again. “[Name],” he whined. It was too good, too much. Maybe he could let go a little bit…

Law watched Luffy fuck your throat, hot and heavy breaths leaving his lips. You were swallowing his cock so good, spit dripping from your lips and chin and down your neck. He couldn’t help himself and Law let one of his hands wrap around your neck. He smirked at the feeling of Luffy’s dick pressing against your throat and into his hand. In some manner of sick pride, Law was pleased to see you taking it so deep. You were his good girl, after all.

Your body was on fire. Every nerve was sizzling and you couldn’t focus. With each thrust, it seemed less and less like you were expected to perform and more like you were supposed to just take it. That suited you just fine - it wasn’t like you could do much to stop them. And even if you could why the ever living fuck would you? Law was pounding your pussy relentlessly, Luffy was fucking your throat raw, and both were holding you in place to make it happen. All that you could do was enjoy the ride.

Suddenly, Luffy pulled his dick from your mouth, sticky saliva the only thing connecting the two of you. He was breathless, a sheen of sweat on his body. You looked up at him curiously, moaning when Law pulled you down onto his dick a little harder. It was cute to see his cheeks so rosy.

“I-I was gonna cum,” Luffy huffed out. “That’s not fair, [Name]! You’re too good.”

Law smirked. “Fucking told you. She’s such a good girl.”

You felt dizzy, unsure of what to say or do, but it seemed like Luffy had a very clear idea in mind.

“I want to try her pussy,” he mewled excitedly.

“I’m already in it.”

“Come on, share!”

“Fuck off - “

Only these two idiots could spare the time to argue during sex. You leaned into Law, distracting him with a heavy kiss. You sucked on his tongue and pulled his lip between your teeth. It made you shiver to hear him moan against your mouth. Leaning further into him, you forced him to recline until his back was pressed against the floor and you were bent over him. His movements had stopped, and he broke the kiss.

“[Name]-ya -”

“Luffy,” you interrupted. “I want to feel you inside of me, too. Please.”

His eyes were fixed on the view of you bent over, pussy stuffed with Law’s thick cock. He was stroking his cock again, using your remaining spit as lube. “But - “

“I want both of you in my pussy,” you begged. “Since you boys can’t share nicely, just fuck me at the same time.”

You had a perfectly acceptable, unoccupied hole for Luffy to fuck wide open, but you couldn’t deny your lecherous curiosity about seeing if both of them could fit in your fucked out cunt. You looked down at Law, since you had a feeling he would need some convincing, but he only smirked at you.

“Dirty slut, wanting to be filled up like that,” he said darkly. “What am I going to do with you?”

Luffy didn’t need convincing, and he eagerly positioned himself behind you. He knelt on one knee while the other was bent and angled around your hip. Guiding the head of his cock against your pussy, he started pushing into you. The stretch was a little painful, and you hissed through your teeth. Luffy placed a hand on your lower back and praised you softly for taking it so well. He was mesmerized by the way your pussy pulled him in. Naturally, the addition of his cock pressed Law’s downwards and you moaned at the way he pressed against your g-spot even more. Luffy moaned at the tight fit, shivering at the hot wetness of your pussy. “Fuck…she feels so good. So wet.”

You felt so full and stretched out that you weren’t sure if either of them would even be able to move. Of course, you were proven wrong when Luffy started fucking your cunt eagerly. You cried out and arched your back. It was more than you expected, but fuck if it didn’t feel amazing.

“Fuck,” Law growled. “He’s already fucking you like an animal.”

Law caressed your body, hoping that it helped diminish any discomfort you were feeling by being stretched by two cocks in the same hole. He leaned up and captured your lips in another kiss. He worked your mouth, all tongue and teeth, and Luffy worked your pussy. There didn’t seem to be much of a point in trying to match his rhythm, so Law let him fuck as he wished. The tightness of your pussy and the friction from the rubber-man’s cock made his spine tingle. He moaned into your mouth, breathless words of praise being drowned out by your own cries of pleasure.

“So good, so good,” Luffy chanted. He snapped his hips into you, cock reaching deeper and deeper into you. Sweat dripped from his brow and watered your already slick skin. He moaned your name and bowed down into you, tongue licking at your hot body. His hands gripped your hips and his pace increased.

You threw your head back in bliss, moaning Luffy’s name. One of Law’s hands flew to your hair, gripping it and yanking it so that your head remained tilted back. He fixated on your pretty neck, placing hot open-mouthed kisses along your pulse. He sunk his teeth into you and you whimpered pathetically, the spark of pain contrasting with the absolute pleasure that you were receiving.

“How does it feel, pretty girl?” Law asked.

“S-so good,” you purred. “So fucking good - “

“Yeah? You like being filled up like this, [Name]-ya? Naughty girl.”

Luffy let out a whine and leaned over you a little more, nuzzling against your back. “Be nice. She’s so wet - Feels so tight - Fuuuck…!”

Law smirked and continued working your neck with his mouth. Carefully, and maybe a little awkwardly, he reached down between himself and your ravaged body, eager to find your clit. He moaned along with you when he found the sweet little bud. “You’re pretty when you’re getting fucked out.”

You were trying so hard to stay focused, but it wasn’t working. It was too much. You were feeling everything all at once, and your body was going to give out. You felt weak, desperate and so fucking close -

“ ‘m so close,” you purred. “Please, I-I wanna cum - “

“Hear that Straw-Hat-ya? You gonna make her cum?” Law taunted. He pinched your clit and your hips jerked against Luffy. It threw off his rhythm, and he growled at the disruption. He glared at Law over your shoulder and fell in line with his previous rhythm, but he picked up the pace. It was his turn to smirk in satisfaction as he watched Law struggle to keep his moans at bay.

Your pussy was squeezing them hard, milking them and practically begging for cum. Your slick coated their cocks, and Luffy wondered if he might actually slip out at one point. But he was close too, and he wanted to hear how pretty you sound as you cum. Law must have been getting close too, because he body was tensing, fingers furiously rubbing at your clit to bring you over the edge as well. Luffy leaned back up, back straight and hips bouncing off of your ass with each thrust. He gripped your full cheeks, spreading them to watch the way he fucked into your stretched out pussy. “Best pussy,” he purred.

“Of course it is,” Law panted. The constant squeeze of your pussy and the friction of Luffy’s cock was too much. He was going to cum but he’ll be damned if he does before Luffy. “Takes cock so fucking good.”

You didn’t know if you were moaning anymore, you were too lost in the sensation of everything. You couldn’t register their words, but your body did. You felt weak, excited and like you were losing your mind. You were so close, right there on the edge.

“Please,” you begged. “Cum! I-I’m so fucking close!” You could feel tears prick at your lashes.You were so overwhelmed, you were going to give out any second.

“Fuck - “ Luffy cried out. Hands gripping your hips now, Luffy fucked you with all of his might, and finally, finally he felt the high of an orgasm. It rocked through his body, and all that he could do was chant your name like a sutra. He kept going, riding out his high and hopefully pulling Law into his.

Whatever it was that brought you over the edge, you came just moments after Luffy. Your body spasmed, pleasure turning your vision white hot. You squealed and moaned their names. You collapsed against Law, but your pussy gave one last tight squeeze as Law let out a low growl as he came. His fingers left your clit and instead gripped the base of his cock, pumping it to help reach the maximum apex of his orgasm. His back arched and he let out a shaky breath. “Fuck.”

Luffy pulled out, cock covered in cum and collapsed onto the floor. The sudden loss of his cock made you whimper lamely, your pussy trying to return to its less stretched-out state. Law’s cock was softening in you again, and you were pretty sure there was a steady flow of cum leaking out of you. The imagery of it made you moan softly and shiver. Carefully, you rolled off of Law and tried to catch your breath.

It seemed that the three of you were at a loss for words. Maybe it was just the post-orgasm haze, but you guessed that the three of you were fucked out for the night. You definitely were. Maybe. Sort of.

You reached for Law’s hand, hooking one of your fingers around his. With your other hand, you pawed at the floor until you felt Luffy’s sweaty, fucked out body. You stroked what you thought was his arm affectionately. He hummed in response and patted your leg. If you weren’t careful, you were sure that you were going to fall asleep right then and there. You could feel your body relax deeper and deeper until -

“Shishishi! That was great! Round two?” “Oh, fuck off, Straw-Hat-ya!”

#trafalgar law x reader #luffy x reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #luffy imagine #trafalgar law imagine

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minminyoonjii · 1 year

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Monster Under My Bed [Tentacle Monster/Chanlix]

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🕯Summary:

Chan wanted to release some tension after a long comeback. Little did he know, tentacles will be included. P.S. Felix joins too

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/39073695 [this link redirects you to the ao3 post of this one-shot from early 2022, my writing style since then has changed and this post is a rewrite]

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💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.7K

Soft whimpers and mewls echoed within the room, the scent of arousal soaking into the sheets. Chan moaned, biting his blanket to muffle his sinful desires. Sweat coated his skin, causing his hair to be matted against his forehead. He groaned, mouthing into his pillow "Fuck," he cursed, rutting his hips. A sharp whine escaped his lips as he palmed his clothed cock. Chan sat up, head spinning from the pleasure. "Oh god," he keened, staring at the ever-growing stain on his sweats. He kneeled, tugging off his sweats "Ah," he winced, shivering at the chill breeze making contact with his burning skin. Chan wrapped his hand around his length, pumping it at a teasingly slow pace. He trailed his other hand up his chest towards his neck. A shuddered gasp spilt as Chan held the sides of his neck. His thumb and ring finger pressed into his sweet spots. Adding slight pressure to his airway. Chan's head fogged with the urge to climax. He groaned, quickening his pace. Pumping his cock with more vigour and need. Chan's body trembled, eyes rolling back as his mouth slacked into a perfect oval. Just as his orgasm reached the brink, Chan stopped, gripping the base of his cock "F-fuck," he stuttered, thighs quivering. He gave out a trembling chuckle, "My god," he whispered, taking in a deep inhale. He leaned his back against the bed frame, stroking his cock at a languid pace. Chan grabbed a bottle of lube and popped open the cap. He hissed, pouring the cold liquid onto his throbbing cock. Chan clenched his jaw, dipping his index finger between the slit of his aching cockhead. He keened, covering his moans with the back of his hand. He whimpered, easily bringing himself back to the brink. "Fuck fuck fuck," he slurred, twisting his cockhead within his tightened fist. Chan cried, forcing a dry orgasm from his body "Ah sh-shit," he wailed, watching his precum dribble down his length through his tear-laced eyes.

Lost in the pleasure, he didn't notice the dripping slick pooling by the edge of his bed. Chan knocked his head against his bed frame, his chest raising to catch some air. He hummed, sinking his nails into the sheets. Chan stretched out his legs, flinching when he felt something cold make contact with his feet. "What the fuck," he whispered, head still dazed from his edged orgasm. Tentacles began slithering up the sides of his bed soaking his sheets with their ooze.

Chan gasped, fear snapping him out of his daze. He tried to move away from the slicked tentacles but to no avail. The tentacles caught his wrists and ankles, bonding him to bed. He grunted, viciously tugging himself free, all those hours in the gym should've been able to help him but a mysterious tentacle monster seems to be stronger than a mere human. Chan shivered, skin pricking at the cold slick coating his thighs. He gasped as the tentacles wrapped around his heated cock. Chan whimpered arousal pooling into his abdomen at the temperature difference. The tentacles lifted him up, manhandling him on his stomach. Chan mewled, feeling slick spill down his chest to his chin. The ooze dripped into his parted mouth, he tried to spit it out but more continued to spill. Chan moaned, feeling his body heat up "Fuck," he slurred, head foggy with haze once more. He whimpered, face buried into his pillow "You can do whatever you want with me, I don't care anymore," he said, feeling his body grow heavier. The tentacles pressed against his back, loosening the knots in his shoulders, A small smile etched on his lips, almost forgetting that he was being held by a tentacle monster. Chan opened his eyes, not realizing he had them shut. He gasped, shivering as the tentacle traced his rim. Chan had experience with anal before but the sheer girth of the tentacle was bigger than any toys he had ever owned. He gripped the sheets beneath his palms, bracing himself for the intrusion. The tentacle produced more slick, thrusting only the tip into Chan's hole. Chan mewled, practically sinking his face into the pillows. The tentacles waited for Chan to relax before pushing themselves deeper inch by inch. Soft moans and whimpers, escaped Chan's lips when the tentacles dilated their girth, stretching his rim further. Drool coated his cheeks, accompanied by the thick sticky ooze. He cried, feeling his body ache from the amount of pleasure enveloping his being. The tentacles kept a constant pace, thrusting deeper. Chan's jaw locked when the tentacles brushed against his pulsing prostate. A subtle bulge could be seen protruding under his skin. "Ah ah ah," he moaned, getting closer to his prolonged orgasm. The tentacles kept their aim on Chan's swollen bud, fucking him to his orgasm. Chan let out a strangled scream, his body quivering from his mild-blinding climax. Cum squirted onto the sheets, adding to the fluids beneath him. Chan cried as the tentacles removed themselves from his warmth.

His rim gaped, pulsing around nothing but the cold air. Chan stayed plaint, body too weak to move. He sniffled, nuzzling his pillow "Hgh," Chan whimpered, baring his vulnerable body. The door swung open, and Felix stood stunned "What the hell," he exhaled, eyes widening. Chan cried, shame and arousal pooling in his stomach at the thought of being caught by his favourite dongsaeng. Felix stepped closer, watching as the tentacles made their way towards him.

Chan whined, hair dripping with traces of slick and bodily fluids. Felix ran his fingers through Chan's hair "Hyung, it's okay," he coaxed, kissing Chan's forehead. He shifted Chan on his back and rubbed his stomach. Chan groaned at the soreness, holding onto Felix's hand. Excess slick spilt past his gaping rim from the position he was in. Felix noticed, stroking Chan's cheek "Sweet thing got ruined by a tentacle monster didn't he?" he whispered, booping Chan's nose. Chan nodded, feeling his cheeks burn from the memory. Felix chuckled, tracing his finger down Chan's chest. He brought his touches to Chan's neglected pecs, fingers brushing his hardened nipples. "Did you like being ruined, little one? Being an obedient little toy for the monster under your bed?" he asked, cooing as Chan nodded his head with vigour. "So sweet," Felix said, licking his lips. Chan moaned, arching his back into Felix's hand. "Baby, do you want to see me get ruined while I suck your cock?" he panted, cock throbbing under his shorts. Chan whined, nodding at Felix's suggestion "Pl-please," he keened. Felix groaned, shrugging off his clothes and positioning himself between Chan's legs "Such a pretty boy," he praised, kissing Chan's inner thighs. Felix arched his back, hooking his arms under Chan's legs "You have my permission," he whispered, marking Chan's skin. The tentacles, slithered up Felix's calves, coating them in their ooze. He shivered, nosing Chan's pulsing cock "Cold," he hissed, kissing up Chan's girth. The tentacles split into two, one focusing on Felix's throbbing length and the other teasing his hole. Felix groaned, licking the precum dribbling from Chan's slit. He smirked, making eye contact with Chan before wrapping his lips around his cock. Chan wailed from overstimulation, pain blurring with pleasure. Felix moaned, slacking his jaw to deep-throat Chan's length. The tentacles took the opportunity to push themselves into Felix's tight rim. He whimpered around Chan's girth, causing Chan's cock to fuck past his throat barrier. Felix moaned, bobbing his head with need. Chan held his grip on Felix's hair, tears spilling down his cheeks. The tentacles pressed harshly against Felix's swollen prostate, quickening their tempo.

Felix's eyes rolled back, cries muffled by Chan's girth stretching his lips. Chan bucked his hips, making Felix gag "So cl-close," he whimpered, clawing the sheets. Felix hollowed his cheeks, bringing Chan to his orgasm. Felix sucked the sticky warm cum coating the insides of his mouth. Strings of white dripped down his lips as he pulled off. The tentacle continued its abuse on Felix's prostate, forcing his orgasm out of him with a sharp whimper. They massaged the sensitive bundle of nerves until he had nothing else to give. Felix mewled, resting his head on Chan's inner thigh. Utterly defiling the bed sheets. Chan ran his fingers through Felix's hair, eyes closed from exhaustion. Felix whined as the tentacles pulled themselves out, slick dripping from his ruined rim. The bed sheets had to be thrown none of the linen was salvageable. The tentacles shifted, moulding into a human-like figure. The monster walked into Chan's bathroom with familiarity. It turned on the tap, setting it to warm. The monster waited for the tub to fill up before walking back to the bed. It lifted the duo up, cradling them cautiously. The monster gently laid their bodies in, making sure their heads wouldn't sink in. It removed the fluid-stained sheets and cases, before changing them into a clean bed set. The monster went back into the bathroom, it lathered soap on their bodies, cleaning the ooze off their skin. Chan held his sleepy grip around Felix's torso, sinking into the warmth surrounding his body. The monster cleaned the rims, coaxing out every last drop of slick. It lifted Chan out first, drying him up with a warm towel before tucking him under the new blankets. The monster poured a glass of mouthwash for Felix, it nudged him softly. Felix parted his sleepy eyes and gurgled the mouthwash before sinking back to sleep. It did the same as it did to Chan; drying and tucking Felix under the clean blankets. The monster took out Chan's oversized hoodies and gently dressed their sleepy bodies. The duo snuggled into each other with Felix wrapping his legs around Chan's torso. The monster stared at them for a bit before kissing the top of their head as a sign of thanks. It pulled the curtains, making sure the room was dark before slipping back under the bed.

Minho woke up a while later and knocked on Chan's door "Hyung have you seen, Bokkie?" he asked, peeking his head into the room. Minho walked towards Chan's bed and ran his fingers through their damp hair. He furrowed his eyes in question but shrugged, thinking that they perhaps took a late shower. "It wouldn't hurt to let them sleep a while longer, I'll wake them up before lunch," he mumbled, picking up the laundry basket in the corner of the room. Minho flinched at the sudden dampness on his hand "What the fuck," he cursed, closing Chan's door behind him before walking off to the laundry room.

Glowing green eyes could be seen from under Chan's bed, all you have to do is pay attention.

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vickyvicarious · 7 months

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The bracing breath Jack takes before beginning his entry.

also, starting with Jack? I'm quite curious what the reasons for the various reorderings are throughout re: Dracula. Sometimes it seems to try and more accurately reflect timing or for dramatic effect, but not always. here seems to be pretty neatly divided by timing but it just reminded me

"I fear that in some mysterious way poor Mrs. Harker's tongue is tied. I know that she forms conclusions of her own, and from all that has been I can guess how brilliant and how true they must be; but she will not, or cannot, give them utterance." MINAAAAA

oooh the dual voices on "vampire's baptism of blood" is great

"The same power that compels her silence may compel her speech." my brain is rotted by too many memes, I pictured among us and Jack and van Helsing agreeing that Mina seems 'sus'

the slow music as van Helsing talks about Mina changing...

I hate Mina being left out again ughhh

the ominous music fading out into the lighthearted music as Quincey talks of wolf-hunting, and then back into ominous as

"We four?" this delivery is SO GOOOOOOOD. and the way Jack says "Harker was silent for a while" gave me chills imagining him. ohohohoho I love it

he sounds so clipped when he says they'll talk in the morning as well. he's going to talk privately with Mina first and foremost, and they will both decide what to do after that.

Jonathan's great upset at Mina being left out and people being somehow fine with that??? after how it turned out last time?!?! ...it's so good

I love van Helsing being the one to describe all this. Quincey and Art and Jack were all there too. They could perhaps correct some stuff, like Quincey saying he gave him tobacco or money or whatever, or explaining what "much blood and bloom" mean, but... nah

van Helsing's accent makes it sound like he keeps saying "the sin man" and I'm like, yeah, fair enough

the captain assuming Dracula is French is so interesting/weird

god I love the music

"for we have seen the owner of the ship, who have shown us invoices and all papers that can be." ~document supremacy~

the way Mina says "oh! I dread Jonathan leaving me" :(

And the delivery of those three "necessary"s is soooo good.

Man, the building energy of van Helsing's speech leading to "And now this is what he is to us!" and "shall make you like him! This must not be! We have sworn together that it must not!" also how he sounds like he is choking back tears when he says "to live in your own old, sweet way" and "men for whom His Son die"

His laugh is so wounded sounding

the drum as van Helsing describe what Dracula did to prepare

I love the sigh and refocusing in "But we are pledged to set the world free."

god, the way Mina says "unclean" with such disgust

"How strange it all is" Jonathan sounds so miserable

the music as Mina asks for his promise <3

Jonathan's hesitation to promise to deny Mina in the future.

How gentle their voices are

"I promise!" and as I said it I felt that from that instant a door had been shut between us." god this line. this delivery. agonizing...

the plea for a dreamless sleep is so sad. he sounds almost on the edge of choking up on the last word

#dracula daily #re: dracula #jack seward #van helsing #mina murray #jonathan harker

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derelictdumbass · 1 year

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Dean when his idea of nicknames is lengthening ppls names

(Did this ot3 meme for the boys and I am indirectly tagging all my moots w ot3's to do it too 👀👀)

#ship: Oh What Sweet Sin It Is To Love You #misc: otp meme #Far Cry Tag #remy's oc: James Rook #si/oc: deputy dean sinclaire

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musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 2 years

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Shiptober Day 9

Prompt: Masturbating + Thigh Fucking

Ship: John Seed x Deputy James Rook x Deputy Dean Sinclaire

Warning(s): Explicit sexual content, explicit language, oral

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It wasn't the first time Dean had found himself stuck in the middle of a John and James sandwich, it was quite a common occurrence for the junior deputy in fact but tonight was slightly different. He was tired, not the 'long day fighting a cult' tired but a 'bone deep, soul crushing, ready for a million years of sleep' tired. Dealing with John's siblings usually had that effect—dealing with Jacob especially. Joseph and Faith were almost pleasant compared to the ex soldier who never seemed to give him a break.

So when he crawled into bed not thirty minutes ago he was relieved and ready to close his eyes and drift off to sleep. Fate was never on his side however and when his lovers had laid down to join him they had two very noticable, very inconvenient problems poking into him as they cuddled closer than necessary. He knew the moment James' strong arm wrapped around his waist and his soft lips trailed up his neck, followed by John sneaking his leg between Dean's thighs and his own lips pressed against the corner of his mouth, that he was in for a longer night than he had planned.

"We missed you," John coos, trailing kisses along his jaw as his tattooed hand kneads into his thigh.

He whines as the two men grind against him, James' hard on dragging along the curve of his ass and John's rutting against his thigh. His whine is cut off as John presses a sloppy kiss to his lips, tongue invading his mouth and dragging over his own needily. This wasn't the welcome home Dean was expecting but feeling his lovers hands grope him as they humped him like hormy teenagers made it hard for him to complain. Dean moans into John's mouth as he feels James shimmy his boxers down, his cock sliding across Dean's skin and smearing the back of his thighs with his precum.

James whimpers into his shoulder, his hold on his waist tightening as he slips between Dean's thighs. John draws his own leg back and pulls his boxers down far enough to free his own erection. He moans into Dean's mouth as he palms the head of his cock, running his hand down the shaft and squeezing as he begins to pump it. Dean's mind, once foggy from sleep, is now clouded by a wave of want. Heat pools between his thighs, only further ignited as James' cock drags along his boxers, causing slight friction and making Dean rock his hips lazily.

James gasps as Dean squeezes his thighs, one hand reaching down so the head of his dick hits Dean's palm with each thrust. John nips at Dean's bottom lip before trailing open mouth kisses down his neck, stopping to suck on and nip at the junction where his neck and shoulder met. If he were in his right mind Dean might have been able to prepare himself for John biting down on his soft skin, but he yelps in surprise at the sting of pain; whimpering as John drags his tongue over the fresh mark.

John moans as Dean's blood coats his tongue, his hand pumping his length more vigorously as he feels his stomach twist deliciously. Dean struggles to focus on any one thing, his palm now covered in beads of cum as James picks up his own pace, arm slipping away to grab hold of his thigh and press it down further. He groans and peppers hungry kisses to Dean's shoulder, hips slapping against his ass with each thrust and rocking him into John's chest as he fucked his thighs.

Dean lets his head fall against John's collarbone, his fatigue still weighing his body down as his far more energetic lovers take care of themselves. He presses a lazy kiss to John's skin, earning an appreciative moan as John presses himself closer. Dean felt the tip of his cock hit his thigh and he continued to jerk himself off, his breathing getting heavier as his body slid against Deans.

"You are wearing far too many clothes for going to bed love," He huffs, ironically seeing as Dean was only wearing his flannel and boxers. James takes this as an incentive to reach around and undo the buttons of Dean's shirt, pulling it back and revealing his heaving chest to John. The baptist doesn't hesitate to lean down and run his tongue across Dean's skin, delighting in every whimper and moan that escaped the junior deputy.

James hooks his thumb under the waistband of Dean's boxers, slipping them halfway down his thighs and repositioning himself so his cock dragged along his pussy. Dean gasps as his shaft rubs along his clit, returning to his original pace and rutting his hips against him. Wet sounds fill the air as Dean's arousal covers James, each thrust resulting in a loud smacking noise that almost drowns out the three mens moaning.

John sucks on Dean's hard nipple, teeth scraping the soft flesh before swirling his tongue around it. Even in his hazy state Dean really wished his tongue was somewhere else in that moment, his stomach churning at the thought.

"Fuck i'm close," James breathes out, more of a warning for John as he lost himself to the soft wet feeling of Dean's thighs. Dean tries to wrap his hand around the tip of his dick, pumping the length that would poke out from between his thighs, but his hand is clumsy and he can barely keep his eyes open. His other hand rests against John's bare chest, feeling his molten skin and feeling him shiver under his touch.

John uses his free hand to grab the back of Dean's neck, kissing him like a drowning man sucking in his first gulp of air. It's bruising and feels like he's trying to meld their jaws together and it's enough to tell Dean he was close too, the tense muscles moving under his hand winding up and readying to snap.

James groans Dean's name, fingers digging into his hip as his movements become erratic, giving a few more thrusts before his body tenses against Dean's back and he can feel his cock twitch between his thighs. That familiar thick, sticky substance coats Dean's hand, his thighs and some of it lands on John's thigh as well. His breaths are ragged as he slows his hips, grinding against Dean's ass as he rides out his orgasm.

John isn't far behind, curses slipping from his lips as he buries his face away in Dean's shoulder, a moan getting stuck in his throat as his hips stutter. His own cum coats the front of Dean's thighs, sliding down and mixing with James'. Dean whines half-heartedly, rubbing his thighs together and feeling the sweat and cum drip down his skin and onto the bed beneath him.

John spreads the sticky substances up his thighs with his slender fingers, stopping to rub Dean's throbbing clit that had been begging for attention during their escapades. James kisses along his shoulder, large hand rubbing up his side as he shimmied himself down, trailing those kisses down his back as he went.

"You did so good for us baby boy," James murmurs, running his palms over Dean's bare ass and squeezing the soft flesh. Despite the fact Dean had just been all but used he couldn't bring himself to say he didn't enjoy it, especially not now with John's nimble fingers dipping inside of him while he trailed hot kisses down his sternum.

Before he knows it James is hoisting him up and rolling over, his hard chest pressed against his back as John positioned himself between their legs. James' hands caress his hips and Dean rests his hands over his, not having enough energy to do much more with them as John lowers himself down. Even with his blurry vision Dean can appreciate the sight of John licking the mix of his and James cum from his thigh, trailing his mouth up the sticky surface until his lips wrapped around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Dean jolts at the contact, a moan ripping out of his throat as John's hot, wet tongue swirls around his clit the same way he'd done to his nipple. He was right—It felt even better. Dean was already sensitive, his body having reacted far more to the boys getting off on him more than he had. He was already dripping wet and when John dips his tongue inside of him his head falls back and he whines uselessly into the air.

"He liked that," James coos teasingly, kissing the shell of Dean's ear and wrapping his arms around his waist to keep him in place. John hums, the vibrations sending Dean closer to the edge and causing a shiver to run up his spine.

"Please," His voice is broken and shaky as he whines weakly into the air, hips rutting forward as he tries to grind against John's mouth.

John reciprocates enthusiastically burying his face closer and flicking his tongue expertly, holding Dean's thighs as he begins to squirm and writhe under him. Dean gasps and whines and John's name tumbles from his lips as he feels a flood of pleasure rush to the ends of his tired limbs, his chest heaving as his thighs shake. John moans, not stopping his assault as Dean's hand weakly digs into his messy hair.

Dean falls back against James with a shaky exhale, eyes fluttering closed as he swallows thickly. James peppers kisses along his neck, cooing sweet encouragement against his searing skin. John trails kisses up his body as he crawls on top of him, leaning down to press a messy kiss to his lips. The taste on his tongue is a delicious mix of their cum and Dean moans weakly into his mouth. James pushes himself up behind him, smiling as Dean whines and nuzzles into his chest.

"Are you tired baby?" James asks playfully as John brushes his hair out of his face.

"I'd apologise for the interruption but you seemed to enjoy yourself," John muses, smirking gently as he pushes himself up onto his knees.

"Let's clean you up so you can get some sleep,"

#far cry 5 oc #oc x oc #John Seed x oc #Deputy Dean Tag #Deputy James Tag #Oneshot Tag #Shiptober2022 #ship: Oh What Sweet Sin It Is To Love You

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feelin-lo · 12 days

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A Pirate's Prize...

A Bloody Parchment fic :)

@aesopsbaby @boiling-potato @sealedchasm

Take a lookie here :))

It's only short because I ran out of ideas really quickly, maybe I'll expand on it, maybe not...

Deep in the brig of an infamous ship, lives a creature so scary, so blood curdlingly petrifying, so bone chilling... they say it could kill you with a single glare, have you in a snare... keep you, have you... kill you.

"Honey~!" The pirate grinned, walking down the steps into the brig, where a tank of water was kept with his beloved inside.

The Pirate; Meztli, was absolutely mental, for not only keeping a creature as terrifying as this, but for loving it unconditionally.

"I brought you some brekkie." He beamed, helping his beloved out of the tank.

"and who made it, was it you, or was it Trickster?"

The creature teased, laying back in Meztli's chest.

The creature; Lo, was a Merman. Top half of a Human, bottom half of a Fish. His fishtail was beautiful, like a ruby... shiny too. His skin, pale as paper and delicate as glass... he had long brown hair, beautiful piercing blue eyes... gills on his neck and waist, red fins on his forearms and back.

Meztli brought some cooked fish to Lo's mouth. "You needn't baby me, Captain, I'm an independent Fish." He chuckled, nibbling at the fish. "It definitely tastes like Trickster's cooking."

"Bah! That girlie can't tell her right hand from a sea urchin." Meztli pouted. "I'm teasing, Darling." Lo reassured, taking off Meztli's hat. "You know the rule..." Meztli joked.

"rule?"

"Save a horse, Ride a cowboy... Save a cow, Milk the Milkman... Save a ship, Sail the Pirate."

"excuse me?"

"Nevermind..."

Lo let out a little chuckle, looking at the tank he was kept in, then up at the small bouts of light that spilled from above. "When can I leave the brig? It's cold and lonely down here..."

Meztli sighed, running his hands though his beloved's hair. "I'm not sure, Darling... I could keep you in a bathtub in my quarters but... I wouldn't want any of my crew barging in... I know what they're like when they see a precious jewel... but... you, my beautiful ruby, are mine. And mine alone... if anyone dares to touch you without my permission or even dare touch the same water as you..."

He leant down, whispering into Lo's ear.

"I'll remove every one of their limbs and feed it to the sharks below."

Lo shivered softly, not only from the coldness of the air, but because of what his beloved captain had to say... "You don't have to go through all that trouble... For me.."

"oh but I do, my beautiful guppy, I do. Because you're my precious gem, my ruby... the light of my life... and an amazing kisser."

Lo chuckled. "You didn't act like this when we first met... when we first met, I remember you staring as I was caught in your fishing net, scanning my body, your hands gliding across my scales... then, your nose bled, and you carried me here."

Meztli scoffed. "Hah! I have no recollection of the event. But then again, any man or woman would be foolish not to feel weak and vulnerable by your gaze... you're like a glass of wine... sweet and bitter, causing a burn at the back of my throat... you make me lose my mind... my words slur, my movements stagger... and just like Wine. I'm completely drunk... drunk on your love..."

Meztli pressed a kiss to the back of Lo's hand.. "my one and only..."

A soft blush crept into Lo's cheeks as Meztli spoke more and more, taking off his purple Captain's coat and placing it around Lo. "Purple is the colour of royalty..."

"oh? Do you think you're the pirate king now, Meztli, Darling?"

"maybe so... and you can rule beside me..."

Lo chuckled, placing a kiss to Meztli's cheeks, then nose, forehead... finally, mouth.

"I shouldn't get my hopes up... I'll wait here... for as long as it may take. You visit me everyday, feed me... love me... dance a sinful dance under the moonlight with me..."

Meztli listened before pressing a finger to Lo's Lips.

"I would die for you... I would kill for you."

He moved a hand to Lo's waist.

"and I would do so, without a second of hesitation. Because you're my Beloved. My love...

...

My. Lo."

#🩸bloody parchment 🪶#oc #ocs #my ocs #not my oc #Lo ✨#Meztli #they're so silly #husband material #Both of them #merman #pirates #Pirate x mer!#lo's fics

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cult-of-the-eye · 25 days

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Me coming to your inbox to ask about your horror comics like

FUCK YEAH!!!

ok pov you see me, in need of some good sustenance during the tmagp hiatus, in a unbecoming fit of nostalgia, i redownload webtoon.

webtoon reminds me of the days when things were simpler, when i didn't know what arc sin was let alone the fact that i would have to be able to draw it one day. but i've changed since then, the cutesy romances i was super into don't interest me as much anymore so what do i do? i start in the horror/thriller section.

ok so there are 3 that have gripped my brain and refuse to let go

(major spoilers obvs, tw for mentions of rape, sexual assault, violence, mental health issues, mental hospitals)

Silent Screams:

oh my GOD

this was nothing like i thought this would be

like the description thingy was giving finding a way out of being kidnapped vibes

but in reality it was SO MUCH DEEPER THAN THAT

i didn't realise it would be set in like the 19th century, so that was another cool thing as well

basically there's this guy named theo

he has really bad anger issues and he's super attached to his mum (✨mommy issues✨)

we find out that his mum got raped when she was 14 and had theo as a result, so they spent most of their lives struggling to get by

on top of that, the mum has some kind of chronic illness

theo is insanely protective of his mum and suspicious of men, he regularly gets into fights, especially with his mum's best friend who he doesn't trust

then his mum meets and falls in love with a doctor, who seems to be quite sweet, little bit nervous, like his feelings for her are genuine

but it's clear that my bro has other stuff going on, he's got an assistant guy who keeps reminding him to "stay on task" etc etc

(it feels very manipulative, like the line between master and assistant has been blurred, the doctor thinks he's in charge and calling the shots but the assistant is subtly manipulating him to do what he wants while letting the doctor think he is still in charge)

but yeah, they get married and theo and his mum is shipped off to a wonderful new wealthy lifestyle

but theo hates this guy, he knows that he's making his mum happy for now but he just doesn't trust it, especially the fact that he's also the mum's doctor, he already has a lot of power over her

also the doctor makes it clear that theo's attitude must be improved, to fit into their new high society life

so we open with the day before theo's 19th birthday

he's scared away yet another tutor due to his bad attitude (even though he technically is getting high marks)

and his step dad (who he is forced to call father) is not happy with him

it's clear from the get go that the doctor HATES theo, this is very much not a good relationship and theo hates the doctor as well

the doctor thinks theo's attitude is hurting the mum, theo thinks the doctor is putting too much pressure on him and is causing a rift between him and his mum (again, mommy issues)

anyway, the doctor tells theo that the mum had gone to town for a day, which theo finds highly suspicious cause like 1. she's ill how would she do that by herself and 2. she wouldn't leave the day before theo's birthday

the next day, the mum still hasn't returned, theo is obviously devastated

the maid attempts to cheer him up, which sort of works before she goes to the doctor's study to clean

what does she find in the doctor's study? a secret passage way.

what happens to her directly after she finds said secret passage way? she is hit over the head with a lamp and killed

theo comes running to find the maid dead and also (say it with me folks) gets hit over the head with a lamp

but not killed

he wakes up chained to like a prison cell in the basement

he is not doing well

but at least he was right! the doctor was evil!

so theo finds out that his mum is dead and the doctor has something to do with that death

but also that the doctor blames theo for the mum's death

(we find out later that the doctor accidentally gives the mum the wrong dose of medicine, so she passes out and hits her head, bleeding to death. the assistant encourages him to blame theo cause theo and the doctor had had an argument beforehand, which must've caused him to be distracted right)

then, theo wakes up to find his vocal chords have been cut - he cannot scream or make any noise

he is terrified, but he realises that the doctor sort of does have some weird freudian attachment to him because theo looks so much like the mum

so every night he whistles the tune that his mum used to play and the doctor sits in front of the cage and listens

one day he goes to wake up theo but can't so he panics and does what?

kisses him

HUH??? i hear you say. WHAT? and i agree

he then nearly sexually assaults him, until he flashes back to his own dad sexually assaulting him and is like OH WHAT THE FUCK WAS I ABOUT TO DO

(freud would have a FIELD DAY)

and then the assistant is like bro what about our work stop being weird about ur stepson

and then he's like oh yeah

so he sedates theo and then gives him a lobotomy

however, theo wakes up midway through the surgery, so it doesn't work

it turns out they wanted to make a human puppet that they could experiment on for medical reasons

as it happens, theo is normal for some of the time, but other times turns into a mindless puppet

the doctor is very annoyed and goes back to blaming him for the mum's death

and thus, ships him off to a mental hospital.

and that's where i got up to so far

#do you get it #do you see why i am brainrotting over it #it is so twisted and messed up #but in such an addictive way #i just #AHHHH #i'll tell you about the rest in a different post cause this was way longer than i thought it would be #hehe #thanks for asking <3333 #love u forever #answered asks #horror comics

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seas-storyarchive · 27 days

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Angelradio - au

look, to those who want sera and rosie at each others throats for the antler in alastors pants, i offer you another solution:

they are at each others throats because rosie wants what's best for her bestie who doesn't know shit about the sweet words he spews and doesn't trust the seraphim not to take advantage of him. also hellborns are possessive over what they consider theirs. she can read a situation better than alastor, but she will die and ascend to heaven to protect her dumbass friend from his stupidity if she has to, the ultimate ride and die fiendship (yes, fiend ship) if you will.

Alastor held in a sigh - as he knew this whole endeavor was pointless. Him, Vagatha, Charlotte - in heaven, to plead for favor of the Hotel and the progress it would have on the souls of sinners. The opening number to Heaven? Hmm.. not bad.

"And, this is Sera!" The smaller Serraphim intoduced the taller one.

"Greetings." She said, her voice monotone.

Oh, it's charm time - Charlotte was dismissed and- hmm.. Vagatha looked nervous. Oooh, delicious. Well, his charms always worked. Time to lay it on.

He bowed to them, ever the gentleman. "Hello, fairest Serraphims. My name is Alastor." He took their hands and kissed them, fighting his instincts to take a nibble. "We thank you for hearing us out in our endeavors for helping Sinners atone for their lives led of Sin to have a chance for redemption. It is the highest of honors, to bask not only in heaven," he smiled at Sera, "but in your beauty."

Emily was excited. "He's so nice!" She flapped her wings to hover up and look Alastor in the eyes, blocking Sera's face from him. "I hope you get a chance to see Heaven, for more than just a day at least. I mean, I hope you get redeemed but- oh why are you even down there!"

Ah, energy to match Charlotte's. Welp, time to play along it seemed.

"Ah, worry not about myself, young Emilia." He waited for her to land. "No, no, I am but a humble hotelier for our cause. My job is to help others, moreso than help myself, so they may cross those gates to be with loved ones upon these high clouds of light."

"Y- yeah! He's helping us with the hotel!" Charlie had been too shocked to speak. "But, well, we were hoping to get heaven on board. To smooth the process along." Vaggie nodded beside her.

"We.. will see." Sera said finally, as she had finally blinked away her initial starstruckness at Alastor's charms.

"Why hide the fact that you're an angel just like us?" Oh, so Vagatha was an angel and-

"There has to be some way to get Heaven on board!"

Vaggie and Charlie looked at Alastor like he'd suddenly gained a second head.

"Serraphims, Angels, Saints, Arch Angels! Please! There has to be something, ANYTHING!" What was he even saying? He wanted to watch people FAIL. He'd made that clear- but.. they'd come this far, fought so hard. Had a bit of hope truly come back to him? No.

But.. but Angel HAD come so far, that those on high hadn't seen. Had no frame of reference for-

"Fine." All heads as one turned to Sera, Alastor heard some pops - curse his ears.

"Wait- what!?" Adam and Lute were outraged.

"I- thank you! Thank you, Sera! We-"

"There is, one condition." Sera explained, cutting Charlie off. "You, Alastor," the Serraphim looked to the deer man, "must fully commit to this program."

Alastor tilted his head. To get Heaven's support.. he had to fully commit to the program. The Program that he was SPONSORING. That he had no interest in doing. That.. he promised the help with. He'd.. made a deal. That was why they were there to begin with. God, this was his punishment, wasn't it.

Fuck.. oh for-

Alright, fine.

He took a deep breath. "Of course. I accept these terms."

Just.. slow progress. Let himself take part, but slowly. It was for the sake of the hotel. For the sake of.. the future.

"But!" He pointed from Sera to Adam and his extermination friend. "The extermination in one month must be cancelled!"

"You can go into your stupid little program," Adam got in Alastor's face, the First Man was angry while the Radio Demon feigned calmness thanks to his smile, "but fuck OFF with you telling me what I-"

"Very well."

"WHAT!?" All eyes looked to Sera again, some necks snapped.

"Hmm." Alastor hummed, genuinely grateful, with a smile. "Much appreciated, High Serraphim. Truly."

"I look forward to seeing you succeed, Alastor." Sera said with a soft smile.

"Al! I'm so happy you decided to join the program!" Charlie said with a smile as they stepped out of the Heaven embassy.

"I.. said what I did to help the Hotel." Alastor said with a sigh. He'd fucking done it now. Ho boy.

"You alright?" Charlie asked, looking at his face.

"I just don't think they'll follow through on ending the extermination." Alastor said, being partially true.

"Why would you say that?"

"Charlotte, oh dear Charlotte.. you know nothing of the world of Men." Alastor sighed. Pitiful, really.

"So, Al.. what did you want to talk to me about?" Alastor was with Rosie, having hung around Cannibal Town after Charlie led the Cannibals to the Hotel as a precaution.

"It's.." he sighed as Rosie poured them some tea. "You know how you are my best friend, in all of Hell, yes?"

Oh, this shit again? No, he wasn't about to butter her up and NOT discuss anything with her. "What did you do now?"

Alastor made a groan, distorted by his staff, as he flopped back dramatically. "I agreed to partake in this.. reforming of a sinner dribble."

Oh? Oh! "So, you're leavin' me? Aftah all these years of friendship and-"

"No! No! I.." Alastor groaned. "I said it to help get Sera to promise not to-"

"Oh! Sera is her name?" Rosie was now curious. "Is my little Ally-waly finally becoming a man? I'll give you tips on what to say, how to act! Oh! I'll even make you a new suit! Tell Auntie everything!"

"Never call yourself that in reference to me ever again. And I don't need your patronization."

Rosie laughed. "I just, ya know, you found someone."

"She is merely a business associate."

"You wanted an army because you don't trust her. That's more than an associate, doll face." Rosie said, sipping her tea quickly before looking to him again. "So, what does she look like?"

Alastor groaned. "Super tall, cedar-brown skin, white freckles and a white streak going down her nose, and hip-length curled hair colored in a silver-like ombre, white irises, blue-gray sclera, deep-purple pupils- are, are you taking notes?"

Rosie ignored him for a moment to finish jotting down the description. "I need to know who to look for up there if you get your heart broken. Continue."

"I- this is ridiculous! How would you even know if-"

"I'm a woman, we have our ways. And this will be your first relationship, gotta be ready to put the fear of whatever her god looks like into her if she hurts my wittle Ally-waly." Rosie pinched his cheek with a laugh, only to get her hand smacked away and laugh harder.

There was silence, both sipping their tea.

"You'd really hunt her down if she harmed me?" Alastor was curious, and genuinely touched.

"I'd hunt that bitch for fun." Rosie said. "Just give me the word."

"If the hotel gets attacked, consider it sent." Alastor said, grabbing a biscuit.

#alastor x sera #angelradio #crackship #platonic radiorose #radiorose #those two are besties #rosie will hunt whatever romantic partner al has for sport and he will let her #the bestest fiendship in all of hell

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Full name: Babette Adeline Ziromzu Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual + Biromantic Pronouns: She/her

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Birthplace: Baldur's Gate Job: Seamstress Phobias: Everything with more than four legs. She is the token example of someone who hates bugs. Spiders and moths are her arch nemesis. Guilty pleasures: Gossiping and sweet baked goods. Combine both and you make her day.

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Alignment: Lawful good.

Sins:

Aimless: Babette never really learned to do her own thing besides following orders or occasionally working on own little projects in the past. The first thing she wanted to do after the Nautiloid accident is to go home because she was shit scared of what to do else. Imagine a house cat suddenly dropped off in the wild and having to figure things out. She only knows how to be a seamstress, thus her goal was and is reaching the city. Blue-eyed: Oftentimes, she refuses to believe one would have only ill intentions. She gives chances way too often and wouldn't it be for her companions, this most likely would have cost her her head in the past. Impressionable: You can talk her into almost anything. Refusing commands only led to bad outcomes in her childhood. One example would be when the party arrives at the Gate and meets their first Steel Watcher, Babette was pretty much convinced it was a great idea and a wonderful change to have these machines walking around the city. Even after destroying the facility, she was sure Gortash had good intentions in making the city safer. She is a bit slow . . .

Virtues:

Forgiving: The kind of good part of being blue-eyed is that she does not hold a grudge for too long. She can very much be explossive if someone did her wrong but the girl is not one to not accept an apology. Compassionate: Compassion was a huge deal in her childhood. Her sisters had to stick together, a friendship of seven that was even bound by blood. Caring for others and helping them out comes naturally. Polite: Babette comes from a rich family. Politeness is her bread and butter. She even worked at the shopfront for a long time before turning into a hexblood and has exceptional negotiation skills.

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Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious / Restless

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between

Cautious / Reckless / In between

Patient / Impatient / In between

Outspoken / Reserved / In between

Leader / Follower / Flexible

Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between

Optimist / Pessimist / Realist

Traditional / Modern / In between

Hard-working / Lazy

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This is a hard one since I did not create Babette with shipping intent. The following answers are my gut feeling and what I imagine could be cute. The ships are in nor specific order, just babbling about it. Why I definitely ship her with non canon muses from BG3, I will only name canon characters here.

OTP:

✮ Gale : You can tell me what you want but they would click in my opinion. Not knowing how to handle his whole Mystra problem at first, he would still have an open ear that listens to his problems unconditionally. Funnily enough, Babsi would remind Gale to take things easy after every fight because of the orb, not entirely understanding how it works but still trying to be of help. It would probably often end up in conversations like ❝Hey, it's alright, I can lift this myself.❞ ❝Oh, but the ORB Gale. Better safe than sorry. I help you.❞. What only fuels this whole ship is that Gale is the token husband her mother always told her children about. He is smart, kind, polite, influential. This definitely plays a big role in her preferences too. Godhood would be sad and hard. I don't think Babette would try and talk him out of it. He often sounds reasonable, and if the best outcome is becoming god, in his opinion, she will nod like ❝Oh you have a point, that makes sense.❞. Yes, it would break something inside her but who is she to object? He is the smart guy. ⚔︎ Wyll : She is a hopeless romantic. Wyll would have the easiest fucking game. The woman never learned how to dance - perfect opportunity to bond. And oh dear lord would she bond. She could also relate to a degree with his family problems, ending up feeling a huge amount of empathy for Wyll and invested in helping him where she can. What many people (somehow) judge him for is that he is so untruthful in the beginning. Not a big deal for her. That girl won't call him out, she understands very well. Hells, when babette joins, she is disguised as a tiefling herself for the first few long rests, fearing to be treated differently if people found out about her pact and her hexblood ancestry. I feel strongly about them.

Acceptable Ships:

🗡 Astarion : Obviously a good contenter. Girl is easily manipulable which makes her a perfect target in act 1 but I think the whole plot between them can turn out awfully sweet when the journey goes on. Babette canonically also volunteers to being a bloodbank after Tav found out about him being a vampire spawn for the group's sake lmao. Not because she finds the idea hot, just so Astarion doesn't have to be hungry. ⛓ Karlach : Babette can easily fall victim to the big lady's confidence and the charm that lies behind it. Since touch is a huge thing for her in a relationship, romantic or not, she would be more than eager to try and figure out how to handle the infernal engine and the whole Avernus spiel. There is also just a huge itch that is being scratced about big strong woman and petite small one. Imagine the huuugsss *melts* *like litererally because Karlach, ya know ya know?* Note: Ships don't only have to be companions. I just picked them to keep it clean and consistent. I am a huge sucker for clashing personalities. Gortash for example could be interesting, since she is awfully easy to manipulate. Volo is more of a crackship but still awfully fun to think about! Apparently Rolan made it into the roster too [thanks Bean ig uwu']. If you want me to write some more about it feel free to boop me :)

OT3: Babette does not really enjoy the idea of polygamy so I will leave this blank :x

Brotp:

ฅ Minsc: Bimbo and himbo. These two share one single braincell and would be seen talking and theorizing about the most mundane shit. She would always call him first when there is a big bug in her tent and I believe he would be elated to help on this mighty quest. They are both not the brightest in the most charming way possible. Babette would be around his tent a whole lot just to hear about battles and stories.

Notp: Wulbren Bongle >:( We hate Wulbren Bongle in this household.

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Let me just ctrl + v the backstory here :3c

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𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓[ ✂ ] [CW: Child labor]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝘆𝐨𝘂𝐧𝐠𝐞𝘀𝘁 𝐨𝐟 𝘀𝐞𝘃𝐞𝐧 𝘀𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝘀. Babette was born into a strict family. Playing outside like her peers, getting dirty in puddles on the street after summer rains, nothing that she could afford. It was her own mother, who treated their children like workers, teaching them knitting, crocheting, sewing only to prepare them to ’help out the family’. Both of her parents endured a childhood in poverty. It was their way of keeping the family’s life standards above average, no matter the cost.

The girl had trouble, picking up the family’s craft. Never terrible but never perfect either. A wrong stitch here, a forgotten button on a vest, keep your gods damned head together ! Why couldn’t she be as good as her sisters ? Why does mother threaten to send her off, send her to an orphanage, if kind enough ?

No matter how long Babette practiced, time only rewarded her with more bloody pokes in her hands. Clumsy. Slow. Lazy.

A hag got wind from the girl’s troubles and bitter thoughts. Babette’s fears enlightened, amused the fey. Sweet-talking her way into the child’s heart, feigning compassion, offering solutions, quick ones. One of their circle was killed recently. A replacement was needed. If the young lady would agree to a pact, she would gain impeccable skills in her craft. Everyone would be enticed by her future works, the needle like a brush to the artist. Only a small touch of her own body, a hair, a droplet of blood in her work, would do the trick. In return, the seamstress would comply to turn into a hag, one of the arch fey’s kin, in time.

And the desperation cried louder than the girl’s common sense. The need for admiration, for praise, was too much to bear living without it any longer.

Babette left the forest with a crown.

A token of her pact.

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𝐀𝘁 𝐟𝐢𝗿𝘀𝘁, 𝘁𝐡𝐢𝘀 𝐛𝐚𝗿𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝘄𝐢𝘁𝐡 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝗿𝐜𝐡𝐟𝐞𝘆 𝘄𝐚𝘀𝐧'𝘁 𝐛𝐚𝐝; 𝐧𝐨𝘁 𝐚𝘁 𝐚𝐥𝐥. The pact altered the girl's appearance; hair & skin now holding a soft lavender tone, pale and almost sickly. The eldercross around her head now one with her body. Hers, just like the fey blood pumping through her veins. After the first shock settled when returning to her family, it didn't take long for her parents to see the potential of their youngest child. Only by attaching something from Babette, sewing in a hair between fabric, the craft would carry a mesmerizing touch. Clearly, anything would sell now. Obviously, the nestling was a pot of gold.

Did she really have the privilege to argue about it now ? About that exploit, which only got worse because of decisions, made with her own intentions ?

Her work for her family continued, happy to help, happy to be needed at least. It was . . . strangely nice.

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𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝘄𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝘁 𝗿𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝗿 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝘄𝘀, 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝘄𝐡𝘆𝘀, 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝘄𝐡𝐞𝗿𝐞𝘀. Stranded, far away from her hometown, she found herself at shore. The devastating pulsing inside her head, the twirling of her vision, the nausea. Everything was scary. Not only that, but finding herself anywhere else instead of home made her anxious. Her appearance could easily be identified as a hag in the making, her reason why she disguised herself as long as needed.

Following a group of tiefling refugees on their way to the Emerald Grove, Babette blended in marvelously. From there, the hexblood would have to find a way to Baldur's Gate. The thought about . . . returning . . . seemed strange. An awkward stir and turn. It inflicts worry and second thoughts. Maybe This was a sign. Maybe it was just foolish.

Whatever the future brings, it is inevitable anyway.She should stop thinking and start following her instincts.

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I am not tagging anyone but feel free to do it too! It was awfully fun and I most likely will link this somewhere in my pinned. ♥

#✂ ˚ camp activities ˚⠀⠀/ dash games .#✂ ˚ It lays in the mind ˚⠀⠀/ hc .#tysm for tagging me I had a blast doing this ;w;

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