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dreamingofep · 6 months

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Sinned Awakening pt. 15🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, angst, fingering, SMUT, mentions of blood/gore 🩸

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.1k

A/N: Hello and welcome to part 15! I can't believe we're at part 15! It been quite the journey and don't want it to end! I don’t know why this part gave me such a hard time to write and I just wasn’t happy with the flow of it. I’m still very bleh about it but hope you enjoy this next bit!

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here 🩸

I hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think!🖤

You shiver at his touch, unable to turn to face him. You keep staring at the necklace and back to the note, feeling the perilous nature of the situation you’re in.

“I wasn’t sure when you were going to find this,” he quips, the sound of his voice causes you to jolt. You still don’t turn around, you know that if you do, you’ll melt for him and give in to his every last wish. You set down the necklace on top of the piano and your heart gallops in your chest.

“Why did you do this?” You ask, shimmying out of his grasp. You walk over to the record player that is still playing Surrender and push the buttons on it, hoping it will stop playing the haunting tune. “Please, turn this off,” you instruct.

He walks behind you and puts his hand on the vinyl, making it stop spinning instantly. You stare wide-eyed and don’t even want to ask how he managed to do that. You try to scurry away from him but his hand grabs your wrist, keeping you in his grasp.

“Where you off to mama?” He coos. You shutter at his voice and try to yank your arm free but it doesn’t budge.

“Don’t you have another show soon? Shouldn’t you be getting ready,” you say sharply. Looking back at the dress thrown over the piano, you know what he’s going to ask you.

“Not for a bit, was seeing when you’d find this. Do you like it?” He asks, his hand reaching for the necklace to put on top of it. You don’t answer him, you don’t know what to think of any of this.

He suddenly turns you around by your shoulders and his fiery eyes look into yours.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he bellows. Your breathing hitches as you face him, his entire tone making you nervous. You look back at him with matched intensity and scowl.

“What don’t you understand when I say I need more time to think! A few hours isn’t sufficient enough,” you snap at him. He looks at you shocked, not believing you’re talking to him like this.

He stares daggers at you and tries to remain calm but the way he’s breathing, he’s not succeeding.

“Do not talk to me like that. I just asked you a simple question,” he scowls.

“Then don’t snap at me! And I’m giving you simple answers! What else do you want from me?” You spat.

“I want you! That’s all! Don’t you want me? Why don’t you want to be with me?” His eyes soften and his face looks hurt.

“God, you make everything difficult! It’s not that I don’t want you, Elvis! Of course, I want you, but you know it’s not that simple! If you were human, maybe this would all be a little easier to handle but you’re not. You’re a vampire and that has consequences!” You try to explain.

“I understand that this isn’t normal, but try to see past it-,” he tries to explain but you cut him off.

“I do see past it! You being a vampire doesn’t freak me out as much as the thought of me turning into you!”

“I’d help you through it all. It’s not like I’d leave you on your own to figure this all out, I’d never do that to you,” he growls.

You take a few steps away from him and try to not let your emotions get the best of you. You had to hold it together and try to think about this logically. You needed to tell him what was really concerning you.

“I’m scared Elvis… so scared. You’re telling me how much you need me but… what if that fades. What if you realize I’m not your Chosen and you turned me for no reason…” you trail off, looking away from him. You knew he hated hearing your doubts and how you weren’t completely sure about him. Another terrible thought floods your head and you look back into his hurt eyes.

“What if… you don’t want me anymore. After giving you my heart, no, my soul to you, you don’t actually want me… what if I’m not enough for you, sexually. I don’t think I could handle another man cheating on me after all of this,” you explain.

You watch how his eyes turn dark and anger washes over his face.

“You really think I’d cheat on you? Even after confessing my feelings for you and begging for you to accept me,” he says through his teeth. He inches closer to you, his presence suffocating you the closer he gets.

Your heart pounds in your ears, knowing that whatever you say to him is going to make him upset.

“Maybe… you’ve told me how you’ve wanted women… the way you like to feed on them. I just don’t know, it’s not like you love me or anything…” You say insecurely.

You hear a growl form in his chest and before you know it, his hand pulls on your arm, making you get closer to him and having you look at him in those intense eyes.

“You really think of me that low? How dare you. I could say the same for you as you eagerly let another man fuck you even though you were engaged. Playing the pretense that you were just, ‘waiting for the right time to get married.’ How many times do I need to prove to you that I only want you!” He spats. Your chest rises and falls quickly against him and try to get out of his grasp.

“Answer me! Or do I have to fuck the answer out of you,” he growls.

Your heart stops, you’ve never heard him so upset and you know he hates not getting his way. You know he’s serious and would pin you against the wall and do every last dirty thing he wants. You can feel your core throb, and the very idea of him having his way with you turns you on immensely. You curse yourself for needing a man this much. He shouldn’t have this much power over you.

“I’m not giving you an answer. Not when you are like this.” You seethe.

His face turns soft and he cocks his head at you, analyzing you standing there, slightly shuttering being so close to him. In a flash, he has you up against the wall, pinning you there with his body looking at you hungrily. You let out a soft moan, unable to hide the fact his body feels so good on yours.

“Look at yourself, liking the idea of having my way with you to make you listen…” he says darkly, going in to ravage your neck. He sucks and licks on the sensitive spot that he always does. You press your lips together, trying to hold back any more moans you want to let out.

“That’s not true,” you try to squeak out confidently but it comes out more like an airy sigh. He hums to himself, delighted he can get you so weak for him.

“Yeah? I know you’re lying. I can feel your body needs me,” He says softly. You feel his hand slither down underneath your dress and into your panties. His finger finds your clit and winds it the only way you like.

He groans when he feels you, liking how your body responds to him so effortlessly.

“You are mine baby. All mine. You were made for me,” he growls into your neck nipping there softly. You suck in a sharp intake of air and feel his fingers move through your folds.

“Do I need to show you what I mean?” He says darkly.

“I’m still not going to give you an answer so don’t waste your time,” you grumble at him.

He looks at you hungrily, slowly backing away from you.

“Mmm, it wouldn’t be a waste of time to hear you beg for me,” he grumbles. “But fine, be difficult.”

He grumbles, about to storm out of the room but he stops at the door and turns around.

“I want you at my show, no matter what, you will be there,” he instructs. He opens the door and slams it shut. You look back at the dress and can’t touch it again.

You quickly follow behind him. You didn’t want to be in this eerie room alone and needed to get up to the penthouse with him to finish this conversation. You quickly make your way back to the elevator, pushing past the dozens of people who have congregated in front of the door. The elevator cart lurches up along with your stomach, unable to calm your nerves. Walking past him men in the hallway, you try not to make any eye contact, you don’t want the judging stare as you are sure they know what is going on between you two. You rush inside the suite and it’s completely empty, not a sound is coming from it. You slightly panic, you needed to finish the conversation you two were having. Running away from this situation was not going to solve anything and you needed to face it head on.

Looking through the rooms, Elvis was nowhere to be found. You didn’t want to ask his men if they knew where he went because they most likely would be rude about it and not give you an answer.

You couldn’t go to the show tonight. It didn’t feel right. You felt like a nervous wreck and probably looked the same. There were so many things revolving in your head regarding your situation. You wanted to be with Elvis. There was no doubt about that. But were you ready to be a vampire? You weren’t sure that you would ever be.

You knew he was going to be pissed you didn’t go to the show. This all happened so fast though. You need to take your time and do what’s best for you.

Walking around the suite, you needed something to distract yourself. You wander into the front guest room where he keeps a lot of his books. You needed more knowledge of vampires and more understanding of what your future could look like.

You pick up the red, leather-bound book that had the title, Bloodlust.

It went into details of how much to feed and how to keep a low profile when doing so. It explained to never show your face to the person you were feeding on in case they could remember your face and make a scene.

Vampires need an adequate amount of blood a month to survive. Failure to do so can cause one to whither and become frail.

What did an adequate amount even look like? That could be so subjective depending on the person. Just thinking of how Elvis says how starved he was, how much did he need to survive?

You continue to read and discover a section of the text labeled, Chosen Bloodlust.

Your heart flutters at the words, not sure if you want to read this section right now, but you know you really should. The longer you hide from the truth the worse it will become for you.

The section describes the need for your Chosen, how compelling they seem and you are unable to get away from them. It touches on how this can happen with a human but is very rare. That type of connection is amicable and the vampire is unable to disconnect themselves from the human. Their thirst for the humans' blood would be insatiable but they have enough resistance to not feed excessively.

You blink at the words on the paper and can only imagine what a struggle it’s been for him to be so close to you these last few weeks.

You continue to read and it explains that once the human is bitten, the Chosen pair can feed off each other, creating the most intimate of bonds of any creature on earth.

This takes you aback, you never thought that a vampire could feed off of each other. It sounded deeply intimate, something that sounded enticing if Elvis did it to you. You put the book down and realize what you just rationalized.

The idea of him feeding on you sounded so appealing. It shocked you that you were okay with the idea of him drinking your blood and not in fear of your life. Maybe he was right, maybe you two were meant to be bound together. Not only by love and fate, but by blood too. Maybe deep down, you knew you were his and your soul called to him. You shutter at the thought and set that book down for now.

You start other books and try to get a better understanding of everything. Some of these books were so old that some of the ink was very hard to see by your own eyes so you knew you’d have to ask Elvis some questions.

After sifting through dozens of books, it was getting late and Elvis wasn’t back yet. You grew nervous because people should have shown up for the after-party by now and there wasn’t a soul making a sound in the building. You were scared of what he’d say to you or that he’d tell you he wanted you gone again.

You aimlessly pace the penthouse, unreasonable thoughts floating in your head. You manage to sit down at the piano, staring at the black and ivory keys, wishing they could help you make a decision.

Your fingers press gently on the keys, making no tune in particular, just pressing notes and waiting for him to return up here.

It scared you he wouldn’t, that he would be so upset with you and never want to see you again. Your heart ached for him. You wanted him to look at you with those luring eyes and kiss you. You wanted him so much it almost hurt. There was no logical reason for it but you needed him. You need him to protect you and comfort you and to…

Love you. You needed him to love you. Because you love him. More than your heart can handle but God you love him. It scared you how much you loved him and the strong connection you two had. It’s been less than a month but he captured your heart and you didn’t want to get it back.

But if he was telling the truth, and you two had this undeniable connection that bonded you two for life…how could you ever deny him of that?

And you wanted him to feel the same. He told you how he didn’t want to fall in love with another human but he must feel the same for you, right? The way he talks about needing you and feeling the bond you two share must mean he loves you. God, you hoped he did. You hoped he was telling you the whole truth. You were afraid of asking him for fear of being rejected. That he wasn’t there yet but your human feelings made you that much more vulnerable.

You suddenly hear the front door open and turn your head to see him in the doorway in a baby blue jumpsuit with a white collar and lapels. God, he looked good. It was perfectly tailored to him and clung to his body after an hour-long show. The blue complimented his eyes so well and brought life to his face. His eyes are like daggers and unwavering when he looks at you intensely.

“You didn’t show.” He says quietly, his eyes ablaze.

You have no fight left and look up at him weakly.

“No, I wasn’t ready,” you quip.

He looks down at the floor and nods his head gently. He quickly walks over to the bedroom quietly and closes the door without saying another word. The sound of the door closing makes your heart break in two. You expected for his temper to flare up but he doesn’t have it in him to fight with you right now. Sitting there at the piano, you don’t know where to go. You don’t know if it was the best option to go in there and try to comfort him. You really didn’t have any affirming words to give to him at the moment anyway. Whatever you were to say to him, it would only make him more upset.

You sulk over to your bedroom, defeated with your own plaguing thoughts and Elvis’ sullen mood filling up the suite. The whole room felt too cold and quiet. You get under the blankets and try to not feel hopeless. You tried to convince yourself all you needed was time. Time to process everything and time to figure out what you want.

You felt thrown into this whole new world of vampires and had to make a huge choice. It wasn’t going to be easy no matter what decision you made, but you had to figure it out sooner than later. But you felt this part of you call out to him, needing him like your life depended on it. Your body tries to get comfortable but it feels uneasy. It was going to be another night of restlessness you think.

Your eyes flutter open and groan slightly. You look over at the clock and see that it’s almost noon. You decide to take a shower and try to start the day on a good note. You take your time, not in a rush to do anything today but try to talk to Elvis about this all. You brush your teeth and brush your hair before making your way out of the bathroom. You decide to put on a dress for the day and grab a soft cardigan to go with it. You were hungry and hoped you could sneak out and get something to eat downstairs. Peeking your head out, there’s already food waiting for you in the living room.

He was too good to you. Even when you two were arguing, he still showed you kindness.

After finishing your breakfast, you grew antsy. You had to clear the air with him. You hated leaving things unfinished with him. Especially since he didn’t sleep, he was probably up all night thinking how much you don’t want him. You had to admit, the words you said to him were not easy ones to hear. Accusing someone of cheating is hurtful in any situation but especially in this one. He was finally being truthful to you and confessing all these deep feelings he had for you and you instantly got scared. You had to be better because he was truly trying to be better too.

You take a deep breath and gather yourself before you start to make your way to his bedroom. The cold doorknob makes you shiver, feeling uneasy about this whole situation. You slowly open his bedroom door and he turns his head slightly when he hears you open it, not saying anything at first. He was wearing a white silk shirt and black slacks, and his hair was a bit aloof from whatever he was doing at night.

“Hi,” you say softly standing in the doorway.

He continues to stay quiet, slumped over in stature a bit and his hair falling on his forehead.

“Please talk to me. We didn’t finish our conversation,” you say gently. You hear him take a deep breath and sigh.

“What do I need to do to make you believe me? That I want you and only you,” he professes.

“I know-,” you say before he cuts you off.

“Do you? Because I’ve told you time and time again and you still chose not to believe me,” He remarks. “I wanted you at my show, that’s all I asked from you.”

“And I’m sorry… I couldn’t do that. If I did that, you’d expect me to have an answer for you and I still don’t have one,” you stammer. You look away from him, unable to look at the hurt he has in his eyes.

You hear him get off the bed and make his way to you. You don’t want to see the hurt that resides in his eyes.

“Look at me,” he demands, putting a finger underneath your chin.

You have no choice, the tone of his voice makes you unable to deny him.

“I’m sorry I make this difficult for you. I don’t mean to. I just want to know if you feel the same for me. That you want me forever,” he says gently, taking a few steps closer to you to bridge the gap between you both.

You sigh, frustrated with how he’s wording this.

“Forever is heavily loaded, honey. Forever literally means til the end of time. I don’t know if I’m ready for that… or if you are either,” you confess.

You felt tears well in your eyes, emotions flooding through your mind, and hating to hurt him like this. “I told you I’d go to Graceland with you. That has to be enough for you for now. We can figure out the rest later,” you assure.

“Okay. I can handle that.” He says solemnly. “Let me show you something.

He gently takes your hand and starts walking you further into the bedroom, closing the door behind you. You hesitantly follow him, unsure what he has in mind or what he is feeling right now.

Elvis turns to face you as he walks backward into the room, his eyes drinking you in and holding the mood of the moment in his hands. Your eyes are locked on his, not able to tear away from his powerful gaze. He stops walking and puts his hands on your hips, pulling you in closer to him. He hums lightly to himself, taking a look at your outfit in better detail, grazing his fingertips along the soft fabric. He pushes his fingers along your jawline and then down your neck. He bites his lip when he looks at your neck, fighting the urge to feed from you.

He slowly turns your body around and you face the large mirror in the corner of the room. He continues to look at your body unable to hide how much he wants you. He brushes your hair off your shoulders and places his hand on your lower abdomen, pushing your body firmly against him. A rush of warmth floods your body as you feel him pressed against you, wanting to have his hands on you like this all the time.

“You’re so beautiful, look at yourself. You don’t ever need to doubt that I don’t think you’re already perfect. I want you, forever. Nothing is going to change that. No other woman comes close to your beauty and the attraction I have for you is unmatched. I want to give you everything you ever want,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your neck. His lips send pleasure through you and you sigh at his touch, needing him to do it again.

“I want to make you happy,” he continues, “I’d always make sure of that. You are my happiness,” he coos, giving you another kiss on the neck.

You lean your head back onto his chest, reveling in this.

“What if I’m not enough… I’m not perfect like you. You need someone better,” you confess.

He smirks at you in the mirror and shakes his head. “You are baby, trust me. You were made for me,” he sighs, his hands trailing down the front of your body.

His hand drags up your thigh, pulling up your dress and exposing more of your legs with a peek of your panties to him in the mirror. “You’re so perfect,” he hums, giving you another kiss.

Elvis turns you around to face him and pushes your cardigan off your shoulders. His hand tangles in your hair and pulls you in to kiss you. Your lips meet each other and wildfire ignites. Your arms cling to his back, pushing him into your body more, needing him even closer. You can feel a smile form on his face when you do this, picking you up and having you wrap your legs around his torso.

“You make me so happy, so complete, I can’t imagine my life without you.” He revels.

You gasp as his hands squeeze your flesh, pulling you as close as he possibly can. Your hands find his black tresses, tugging and pulling on them as your mouths devour one another. He slips his tongue inside your mouth, moaning when he does so. His soft lips crashed into yours effortlessly making you want more.

He pauses briefly, looking at your flushed face and swollen lips. He traces your lips with his thumb and smirks, going in to give you another kiss.

“So perfect.” He mumbles into your mouth. You hum, still amazed he thinks of you in such a way.

He carefully sets you back down, kissing your cheek and down to your neck. You both groan when he does this, your heart racing as he sucks on your neck more. He turns you around to face the mirror yet again and moves your hair to one side.

“So perfect yet so obstinate. You really test me,” he grumbles. You smirk at him and his hands continue to travel along your body, sending bolts of electricity through you. Your skin gets goosebumps from each touch he gives you and can feel yourself crumble for him. “What am I to do with such a naughty girl…” His eyes have a devious little glint to them and your heart thumps at the idea of the endless things he could do to you.

He pulls a chair that’s by the window moves it close to the large mirror and starts to unbutton his shirt. You stare at him, so unbelievably fixed on what he’s doing. He quickly slides down his pants and walks to the chair, his cock getting hard. You pull your eyes away from him, trying to fight the urge to have him. He takes a seat and looks at you in the mirror, admiring your physique.

“Look at me,” he beckons. You do so defiantly, turning around to look at his bare body, watching how he spreads his legs wider, and how inviting he looked sitting like that. “Come here,” he says with a luring gaze. You felt like this was as close as it would get to the feeling of him compelling you. You couldn’t deny him even if you tried. Your heart fluttered as you continued to ogle him and begin to step forward.

You step in between his legs and look into his fiery eyes. He places his hands on your hips, stilling you and looking over you hungrily.

“You’ve got a little temper, don’t you? Thinking you can talk to me the way you did yesterday,” he teases. You shake your head at him and give him your most innocent-looking eyes.

“You know I don’t like it when you do that. I think it’s time to put you back in your place,” he says with a slight smirk, placing his hands on the bottom of your dress and slowly starting to rip the fabric off of you.

Your breathing hitches when he says such things, not knowing what he has planned. “Baby, I know, I’m sorry. I won’t do that again. I was just upset,” you admit.

“Ah ah, I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. Bad girls deserve to be punished,” he teases.

Your nerves fill your body and watch him rip your dress off of you. You’re left in your panties and your bra and his heated stare makes you shiver.

He spits in his hand, coating his length as he groans looking at your naked body in front of him.

“Come sit down baby,” he instructs, slowly rubbing his shaft in his hand. “Sit down and take it like a good girl.” He commands.

You were weak and felt your arousal pool. Your heart dances wildly and you place your hands on top of his shoulders to hold yourself before you get on top of him. He quickly stops you and looks at you devilishly.

“No, no baby. I want you to watch yourself take your punishment.” He commands.

You stare at him wide-eyed. You’ve never thought about doing something so dirty. You don’t think you can bare the sight of yourself getting fucked in front of a mirror nonetheless. It was so vulnerable, so obscene, you can’t handle the idea.

That’s exactly why he wants you to watch in the first place.

His hands are on your hips, turning you around to face the mirror. He sits you down on his thigh at first, his hands wandering your trembling body.

“Watch, watch how I pleasure you. Only I can make you feel this way,” he sighs into the crock of your neck. You know he’s right, no one else could make you feel this way or ever make you do what you’re about to do. He turns your body more forward to the mirror and has you spread your legs open, letting your leg rest on top of his. He sighs at the sight in the mirror, looking over every inch of you. Your cheeks redden, unable to look at yourself so displayed like this.

His hands cup your breasts, twisting your nipples softly that brings a shot of pleasure through you. His hands snake down your body and he quickly finds your folds, rubbing two digits in between them and spreading the wetness that has accumulated there. He lets out a pleased sigh, continuing to kiss your back and neck

“Mmm, so perfect baby, so goddamn sexy.” He groans.

Your nerves were racing, you’ve never been so exposed in your life and him making you watch what he was doing to you was borderline unbearable. He rubs your clit, making you squeeze your eyes shut with how much pleasure seeps into your body. His other hand finds your hair and he pulls it firmly, making your eyes pop back open.

“No, no, watch yourself, baby.” He commands in your ear. You look back in the mirror and watch him push two fingers inside of you. You gasp, not expecting him to put so much in you right away. It felt so good though, you needed his hands on you and give you the utmost pleasure.

“Oh God, baby,” you moan, watching his fingers pump in and out of you, becoming more wet with each movement. Your walls hug tightly around him, creating the most delicious sensation inside you. You feel his fingers push up on that spongey spot inside you that can send you flying into the stratosphere. He uses a come hither motion while he’s inside you, making your eyes roll back in your head. Your breathing is labored, unable to keep it steady with what he’s doing to you and how he’s looking at you in the mirror.

His eyes bore into you and watch how your arousal leaks out of you, pushing his fingers deep inside you until you feel his knuckles press against your folds. Those long fingers were making you come undone by the second and weren’t able to handle much more.

He showers you with kisses, keeping you in the moment here with him and making you want his lips elsewhere. You look back at him momentarily, looking at how focused he is on you. You look at his hard cock resting against your thigh, precum leaking from the tip. Your hand wraps around it firmly and your thumb slides the clear fluid along his shaft. He lets out a groan, loving the friction you’re making.

“Naughty girl. No touching me until I tell you so,” he reprimands, taking your hand off of him. You grumble in frustration and he directs your attention back to the mirror. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you, showing on full display the sticky arousal spilling out of your pussy. You stare wide-eyed, never seeing yourself like this.

 “See how wet I get you… your pussy is just dying to get stuffed isn’t it baby?” He asks you, his voice teasing you to no end. You pant and nod your head yes to him in the mirror, needing him back inside you.

He starts pumping his fingers faster in you, your core squelching because of it and your walls beginning to flutter. You squirm in his lap, feeling the pressure increase inside you, but his other hand holds your hip making you still.

You pant and cuss under your breath, unable to take much more of this. His other hand is squeezing your breasts, making you so unbelievably weak. You can’t hold on much longer you want to finish with his fingers inside you.

You can’t say anything at first, the way his fingers are moving inside you has you locked onto him and you can’t form any cohesive words or tear your eyes away from the mirror. Your eyes do the talking, pleading for him to make you come. Your hips involuntarily rock with him slightly, helping you get there quickly.

“Does my baby girl need to come? Is that what you need right now?” He tantalizes. You nod your head furiously, needing him to give you what you want. He hums in delight watching your face in agony. He suddenly pulls his fingers out of you, making you groan in agony, feeling your walls flutter. He spreads you apart again and you watch how you can actually see your core flutter around nothing, wanting his fingers back there. It was so scandalous and frankly, very hot.

“Ah E-, agh please!”

Your chest heaves and your hand squeezes tightly around the top of his thigh, needing him to continue. But he won’t, he likes watching you squirm on top of him.

He wraps his other hand around your neck and makes you moan with the pressure added there.

“You wanna come, baby? Beg for it. Beg for Daddy to make you come…” he groans into your ear.

His voice sends a bolt of electricity that travels straight to your core. You look at him in shock, your mouth agape, not believing what was just uttered out of his mouth. God, it was so unbelievably hot. That word rang in your head and you loved how it sounded coming from his mouth. You groan heavily, looking into his needy eyes.

“Yes please… please make me come Daddy,” you beg. A sly smirk forms on his face hearing the words flow so easily from your mouth.

“Mmm, yes. Such a good little slut for Daddy,” he moans. He brings his two fingers to your lips, wet with your arousal all over them. “Lick baby,” he coos. You willingly put his fingers in your mouth and suck on them, licking your wetness off of them. You grab his wrist, helping him move his fingers more freely.

You try to keep eye contact with him in the mirror, watching how he groans when you put more of his fingers in your mouth. He pushes them further in and you gag slightly.

“You’ve taken something bigger than my fingers in this mouth, baby. You can take more,” he teases. You can’t take much more of his incessant teasing, but you listen and do what he asks.

You keep sucking on him, watching as his eyes look glazed with need.

He slowly pulls them out of you, smirking at you in the reflection.

“So good honey. Being such a good girl, I’ll let you come now,” he mutters into your ear. You’re relieved to hear him finally give in to what you want. He spits in his hand again, coating his cock, and rubs his length.

Swiftly, he picks you up off his thigh, sitting you down on his hard cock and stuffing you to the hilt in one quick motion. You gasp loudly, not expecting him to stuff his entire length in you. You can feel the heat in your belly grow immensely and you can’t hold back your orgasm now. You stare at him in shock as he bites his lip, liking how you look on top of him.

“Elvis, oh God-, oh fuck,” you beg.

“Fuck look at you baby, you look so good like this. Come now,” he coos. You look at his hand travel back down your body and watch where you connect, his cock splitting you two. His fingers find your clit, rubbing softly but that’s all it takes for you to come undone. Your walls squeeze him tightly and flutter over and over making you see stars behind your eyelids. You grab onto his thigh, squeezing him as your orgasm hits you like a train. He leans your body back so he can get a better view of him inside you.

“Good girl, sucha good girl taking all of Daddy’s cock. Does it feel good?” He teases, his hips making small movements in and out of you. The sight was too much to handle. It was so erotic watching him move in and out of you like this. You cry out for him, not being able to take the slight.

“God, yes Daddy. It feels so good. Please let me ride you more,” you beg. He groans and nods his head at you in the mirror. He helps readjust your body on top of him and he closes his legs slightly so you can straddle him easier and so your feet can be planted on the floor.

You begin to move up and down on him, feeling him stretch and fill you completely. It felt so good, even if he had all the control, you loved what he was giving you. His groans got louder the more you moved on him, cussing your name, and his meeting yours when you sank down fully on him. He felt so deep inside you and with every snap of his hips, he got deeper.

He helps you move on him, rocking your hips forward and then back on him. You stare at how you look right now; your folds swollen and puffy and his cock moving in and out of you so easily. It was the most lewd thing you’ve ever done with a man and loved that it was with Elvis.

“Goddamn baby you’re killing me,” he says through his teeth, “Look how you wrap around me. Fuck you feel so good.”

Your breathing is labored and you can barely look at the mirror anymore. You ride him faster and watch his face instead, watching how he looks so turned on by everything.

“Daddy?” You ask innocently, riding him faster, your coil getting ready to snap again.

He moans at your actions and what you just uttered and locks eyes on you.

“What baby?” He coos.

“I need to come again,” you whine.

“Good, come again, all over my cock,” he encourages. You groan in agony, needing him to help you get there. You bounce faster on him, the sound of your skin meeting his echoes throughout the room.

Your jaw falls slack and you can’t take much more. This angle is hitting the most sensitive spot inside you and you feel the coil inside you about to snap. Your walls start to flutter around his girth and he watches as your mouth opens in ecstasy. Both of your moans and grunts fill the quiet room and you start to move faster on him. He sucks and bites on the back of your neck as he fucks you harder, needing every last ounce of you. His hands squeeze your hips and grinds you down on the base of his cock. That takes you to the edge and you can’t hold it back.

You shut your eyes and cry out his name, feeling your walls squeeze him. You can feel the arousal seep out of you the more you ride out your orgasm. He bites his lip watching you come all over him. You can tell how much he loved to satisfy you like it was what he was meant to do for you.

Your legs feel tired and weak. He’s doing most of the work now and lifting you up and down on him, feeling he’s getting close too. His eyes shut and he leans his head back, breathing heavily. You suddenly feel his length twitch deep inside you and let his seed spill out of him. You groan heavily and watch as he makes the most beautiful face when he’s coming. How his jaw slacks and furrows his brows as he drives his hips into you.

You’re both breathless, unable to function properly as he slows down and starts to kiss your back, soothing you with his soft lips. You look at your reflection and see how flushed you are. You try to steady for breathing and you lean back on his chest, feeling his cool skin touch your warmth.

He kisses your head, taking deep breaths from his nose. You grab his hand and kiss the back of it, covering him with as much love as humanly possible.

Your attention is back to the mirror and see him staring at you passionately.

“Now, did you learn your lesson?” He asks gently. You giggle softly, shaking your head at him.

“That was more torture than a lesson,” you tease, “but remind me to make you upset more often.” You quip. He gives you a disapproving look that turns into a smile and squeezes your thigh.

“Naughty little girl, you’re unbelievable,” he chuckles.

You giggle too, unable to resist teasing him. You keep kissing his hand, holding him tight.

“But I am sorry about yesterday. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I know you won’t cheat, that was an awful thing to accuse…You just need to be patient with me. I don’t like it when we ignore each other. It makes me feel terrible,” you admit.

He cracks a smile and brushes your hair back.

“I know honey. I felt awful too. I can’t stay mad at you. I’ll be more patient I promise,” he says softly, kissing your cheek.

You revel in his presence, thankful he’s being understanding.

“But all I ask… is for you to come to the show tonight. Please. I want you there,” he pleads.

You get off of him, grunting when you feel him slipping out of you. You gather your breath and stand between his legs, looking into his deep blue eyes. They’re begging for you without saying a word and it tears at your heartstrings.

“I’ll go.” You say.

“In the dress?” He asks gently.

“In the dress.” You continue, leaning down and giving him a soft kiss on the forehead.

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kay-then-i-guess · 17 days

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This redesign page of my Roleshuffle AU Techno has been sitting in my drafts for a while, so let's talk my Techno design! I already have a post discussing why I made him based off an overworld pig, so check that out first if you haven't seen it. I can't really summarize it.

Something I'm doing to show "the voices" getting louder without having to use text is making his pupils get bigger, and potentially have little red glints. I know normally the more insane a character gets, the smaller their pupils gets, but I wanted him to appear a little more animalistic. While the small pupils give a very manic, crazed look, I wanted Techno to look completely focused--almost too focused. As aforementioned, animalistic. I probably won't get to the point of what actual pig eyes look like (fully black with the whites in the back), but I do want to get a similar idea across. This choice also makes him look less aware of any dialogue going on, which I is something I've been trying to do with "the voices". No thoughts, only Blood For the Blood God.

Also! I swear during a Techno stream he had a skin with a blue sweater. Maybe I dreamed it, because I couldn't find it anywhere, but I distinctly remember his chat teasing him for it, with him responding "It's a sweater!" But I digress. Perhaps I just imagined that.

Below is the original design I had for him, and was one of the first design sheets I did (if not the first ever; I don't particularly remember). I was originally not leaning into such a cartoon-y style, but I really got into that style as I started actually making the comic. (His mildly realistic teeth in that top left image haunts me.) In other notes, I think either because of the way I did his legs originally or the way I did his head originally (both were a bit elongated), he didn't look short. Part of that is because if you measure out his full-body shot, every portion of him is roughly the same length. I.E. his head is the same length as his torso, and his torso is the same length as the legs. If you take any character design course, one of the things they'll probably note is that for unique character designs, it's a good idea to mess around with proportions (both length and width). It's tough to figure out, but once you have that idea in, you can make your characters look more unique. For instance, while Techno's longest bit is his torso, in width, he has smaller legs and a bit smaller head. On the other hand, Ranboo's longest bit is his legs, and in width, the widest part is his head (if you count his little floppy-ear-thingamajigs). I really struggled implementing this tip for a while, but woooo, once I did, my designs got a lot better. I still could stand to put it in more, to be honest haha.

Also, personal note: I didn't mean to go on such a long break, but finals have been rough (3 essays, all at least seven pages...yikes). Anyways, I'm going to have a lot to catch up on, but I AM NOT DEAD. The comic will go on! It just might take a bit, and I thank all of you for your patience! :) (Also, I'm still running character asks if you're interested!)

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp au #artists on tumblr #dsmp comic #dsmp roleshuffle #dsmp fanart #mcytblr #mcyt #mcytbr #mcyt tag #mcyt fanart #dsmp techno #dsmp technoblade #technoblade #mcyt art #mcyt technoblade

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uniformbravo · 2 months

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since i've spent the past few days essentially staring at nothing but natsuyuu volume covers i thought it'd be so fun and silly to try and redraw them all from memory tee hee. all 30 (thirty) (三十) of them!!! wheee!!!!

i haven't actually looked at them next to the originals yet so guess what time it is!!!! LET'S COMPARE

starting with volume 1. iconic. show stopping. masterpiece. the mona lisa of natsuyuu SURELY i reproduced every single detail perfectly such that it kickstarts my career as a forgery artist RIGHT

well feast ur eyes

(im using the english volumes for comparison btw they have a good clear view of the art)

CAN U TELL WHICH IS WHICH OOO THEYRE SO ALIKE BET U CANT!!! SPOT THE DIFFERENCE LEVEL 1000 WHICH ONE DO U SHOOT

all i remembered for this one was GREEN and it's not even the right shade of green ajgosugdjfkdgj i even made the fuckin. what do u call it. i'll just say yukata??? I MADE IT GREEN AND ITS SUPPOSED TO BE RED i stg if u held a gun to my head & asked if there was any red on vol 1 i'd be DEAD

but i remembered the book of friends is like. weirdly purple? ok well in this pic it looks p gray BUT ON OTHER COPIES...... IF U UP THE SATURATION GKSJKDNFKDG

why is nyanko sensei smack dab in the middle HUH i couldve sworn he was bottom left this is so fucked up and scary. haunted manga volume??????? i bought it from a grarage sale idk you guys-

at least natsume's pose is like kind of right but also that's most definitely a complete accident i can ASSURE u (im rereading this the next day and the pose isnt even CLOSE what are u TALKING ABOUT)

anyway can i just fucking point out the kanji on the book of friends bc that is from MEMORY YEEHAW here's what it's Supposed to look like: 友人帳

LIKE even tho i got the last one wrong ITS LIKE STILL PRETTY CLOSE??? i think i deserve 100 points for this objectively

MOVING ON THO....

OK NOT AS BAD AS I THOUGHT SURPRISINGLY im actually like. i thought i bombed this one completely but liKE THE COMPOSITION??? KIND OF ON POINT. KIND OF GENIUS TBH

i remembered Blue and Madara and like what else do u need rly. butterflies are optional in all scenarios imo

also i NEVER have any idea what natsume's wearing in any of these so i always just like default throw him into his school uniform LMAO u will see a pattern

why is the book of friends burgundy in this one btw. it was GRAY i mean purple definitely purple aha

ok volume 3 im actually scared for i know i fucked up SOMETHING

HGLKFKGLKFKGFN OK!!!!! OK NOT SUPER AWFUL!!!! just noticed i forgor to color the book of friends fukg

main thing i remembered abt this one was the color of natsume's... attire.... and which characters were present. whats sensei doing all the way up in the top corner tho 0/10

return of the school uniform lmaooooo hm. irrelevant who cares plus didnt ask. all things considered this wasn't as bad as i thought. THE NEXT ONE HOWEVER,

hsngjfgnfjn okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

sensei's way cuter in this one than i realized wait wtf this cover's cute af how did i never notice. underrated cover -10 @ me. look at his lil BLEP >:O!!!!!!!

i knew there was some fuckshit going on w the yukata in this one ourhg i was just like hehe greeennnn also sensei's there. my work here is done

what is natsume's pose even hgnkg i was straight up making shit up at this point LIKE the first 6 or so covers are SO hard for me to distinguish in my head i should get a free pass for the poses in all of them like i can do whatever i want IM the artist now

oh god whats next vol 5

OK!!!! like a straight 5/10 TBH i literally forgot i was planning on rating these LMAO

i remembered the like white v-neck shirt thing and his pose kind of??? i had NO idea what to do for the yukata tho i just made it orange and u know what?? close enough. my rule of thumb is just like pick a color and then throw flowers all over it u cant go wrong

taki looks so much more mysterious on the original and also wearing a skirt. i gave her a big stick bc i thought i remembered her having one in general but i think i made that up tbh wouldn't put it past me. got her hat right tho hee haw

cant believe i didn't get natsume's beautiful artwork tho look at that little shit sensei up there god hes so ROUMD literally moma material

PROBABLY my best one yet uhhhh but i maybe cheated JUST a little for this one ITS LIKE BARELY CHEATING STOP BOOING ME

as i was toying w the idea of doing this redraw thing i was still working on collecting my Images and Pictures so i kinda started taking note of a few small things here & there and one of them was just. the general gist of this cover SO LIKE that's why it's so good LOL

forgor the flowers tho. i literally forget everything that isn't a character like immediately BUT OK CUT ME SOME SLACK like after a point the covers start being whole ass scenes which are SO much easier to remember shit abt than the fuckin Green Void (p sure this is the last green void cover tho)

8/10 composition is gr8 but details like the shirt & the yellow flowers are wrong, also the stick is backwards. i literally looked up what that thing is called and forgot already tee hee

OK WE'RE NOT DONE W THE GREEN VOID I REPEAT-

fuck dude. fuck. i rly thought vol 6 was the last one LOL not to spoil but as i was grabbing these images i saw a Preview of what's to come and the green void lasts until fuckign volume TEN LOL collapses onto the ground and dies

so erhermrm this is vol 7 lolllll i remembered the bg flowers this time can u believe hahaha distracts u from the fact that LITERALLY everything else is wrong auhghg

u know what the green void turned into bushes and i think that's beautiful.... like points for creativity on my part tbh. like to be completely honest. 3/10 i got the characters right

YO????? GATE CONFIRMED LET'S GO?????? it's definitely the school gate but i choose to believe natsume & tanuma r in jail for crimes and u should too

actually this is shockingly accurate for how much i goddamn struggled w this one gkjsldkg the CHARACTERS are right the OUTFITS are right SENSEI'S THERE urgh i knew one of these covers had tanuma holding sensei like that but i couldn't remember Which

i can't believe i actually got tanuma's pose that close i rly thought i was bullshitting w that one wtf. +5 points instantly

do u like how i just scribbled sensei wherever lmaoooo i drew natsume & tanuma & went like. i think sensei's in this one. PLOP

6/10 honestly closer than i thought

OK........ I SEE........ literally dies

this one i was getting MASSIVELY confused w vol 4 bc i could remember nothing distinct abt either of them except Green and natsume w Big Doggie

i remembered the BARE essentials of the composition but not much else... since i thought the green void was gone i put the green i remembered into natsume's yukata (and then put him in the school uniform again LOL) and went WELP. GUESS I'LL DIE NOW

2/10 honestly one of the worst fucking ones lskdjflsdkg

OK THIS ONE.... i almost died irl trying to remember this shit, even before i started and i was still viewing the covers i was like there is no way in HELL im remembering this shit for vol 10. and i was right

like. Purple. White Mask. Antlers. WILD layered clothing. at first i drew the mask as an actual deer skull but later had a straight up epiphany and redrew it like that which... still not correct but I MEAN.... IT'S PRETTY GOOD

i cant believe most of the purple is the bg oughgh his clothes are WHITE..... this is fucked up. i DID remember the stick tho, bells and everything!! actually bells and nothing else!!!

7/10 ok it might seem high but CONSIDERING this design..... i think i did shockingly well TBH

NOT...... the worst...... one....... i could've sworn he was sitting on a pile of books this is so sad that woulda been so cute 😭

for a second when i saw the real cover again i thought he was sitting ON the bookshelf and i was about to RIOT but its okay it's a step stool. still physically possible

my version of natsume here is so much more like Proper gksld he looks like a school boy... studying in the academy's library... hardworking student.... but no the real one is just sitting there like a wet puppy orz he's not even READING i rly thought he was reading. this is such a huge L

cannot fucking believe i was right abt the window tho. like wrong shape but the fact that it's even there.... giving myself a whole ass point for that one

5/10 i rly thought i nailed this one gksgndfkj

also RIP TO THE GREEN VOID U WILL NOT BE MISSED o7

ah shit ok. well one of them was in the school uniform at least fjgugjdkf

why is my natsume lying there like hes abt to start a therapy session, boy would NEVER-

also the plushie hmnmhnmhngnf i dont KNOW i knew there was some kind of prop there but like gun to my head i woulda died again. main colors that stood out to me for this were green and that bluish purple so i got those into mine but i mean. well u can see

once again a random window in the bg i got correct let's gooooo 5/10

LMAO SPITS OUT MY DRINK WHOOPSIE!!!!!!

this is so fucking bad im choking im gurgling LOLLLL i was SO sure natsume's paper had an eye on it i was POSITIVE this is so fucked up. i mean obvs i picked that up from sensei but like i didn't even KNOW sensei was there. or that there were bg characters at all uuuuuououohghh (matoba ignored +5)

i was like. black yukata red flowers CHECK piece of paper w eye CHECK horns CHECK i even went back and edited the horns to be more accurate i was so proud of myself sobs

ok but i knew it was shit trasjh when those were the ONLY details i could remember bc obviously there was gonna be more going on I JUST DIDN'T REALIZE HOW MUCH MORE.....

straight up dookie/10 no jk fr like 3/10 @ me u need to use ur EYES

OK..... I WAS VERY CONFIDENT ABT THIS ONE..... except for his outfit i knew i was bullshitting that BUT I THOUGHT I NAILED THIS ONE....... the one fucking time i didn't just default to his uniform LMFAO

even remembered the pink flower ball smh and for WHAT. i knew he was sitting in a pile of plushies & blankets or smth but no way in HELL was i even gonna attempt to draw them with a speck of detail. but HEY the plushie i drew for vol 12!!! i knew he existed Somewhere. he doesn't even have a horn tho thats so fucked up i thought he did

obviously the most striking thing abt this cover is the bg w that deep burgundy & the circular window so that was the main thing i nailed down right away (my palette was more muted tho). also natsume sitting there w paper in his mouth but i thought he was mid return when rly hes playing like keep-the-balloon-off-the-floor or whatever the fuck he's doing. i love u natsume

(if i thought he was in the middle of returning a name WHY didn't i include the actual book of friends flksglkd automatic fake fan/10)

8/10 this was like my ace in the hole i was like if i got nothing else i got U volume 14!!! and then

NOT THE FAMILY PHOTO......... FUCKING DIES

man idk shit just end me. whats even going on in this cover im gonna deck u natori. dont ask why this makes me want to commit violence hes just so. URHGHGHnH

i dont know whats happening to me rn looking at this im losing my fucking grip dude who let this happen im gonna hurl this volume into the sun??? i think???

why did i add the other two youkai i just thought they should be included but i played myself i had to draw them from memory and for WHAT. pls tell me i got them at least a little bit right i stg

it's the crossed legts dude if he was just sitting there like a board the way i drew him id be like ah shit it was just natori sitting not natsume too but he just HAS to cross his legs and the fucing elbow propped up holding the glasses im S MAD IM SO MADdestroy him

it's 1am i gotta go. i have to go. right now my mom is calling me i have to fukcng. 4/10 i got the couch colorr right. bye

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tumglr...... only allows 30 pictures per post..... bc im not on desktop? or is that a site-wide thing now. in any case this is getting long so i think im gonna split it right down the middle into 2 posts so there u go, first 15 volumes. so far my score is ermmm

well i didn't rate the first few volumes.

vol 1: 6/10 decent

vol 2: 6/10 also decent

vol 3: 5/10 composition is Scramboled

vol 4: 2/10 it's SO BAD

so now my overall score is 74/150 fjggudjofjdkgjk doing gr8!!!!!!!!!

ok bye for real ✌️

#natsume yuujinchou #ny blogging #rieley doodles #retag later #this is me fighting my demons #why did i get so mad at natori at the end kgsndksjdfk #i say yukata a lot in this post but i think the piece of clothing im referring to might actually be haori in most of these cases #i think more ppl know what a yukata is than a haori tho so im just gonna leave it #(haori is the thing that u wear over the yukata. like a. cardigan)

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butchsophiewalten · 8 months

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anyway yeah considering the video's title literally being "souvenir" and the unique/particular nature of all the strung-up items seen in the video, I think Bon literally is keeping little totems of remembrance and stringing them up in K-9. They could be reminders of people he's killed? Or even just people he Knows? or reminders of anything at all?

Long post where I talk about every item:

The first thing we see are these bottles

This is a possible Felix?? But Felix isn't dead, and I don't know if he's really a beer drinker. He seems to prefer wine and whiskey, really. I guess any other character in The Walten Files could like beer, but if we're trying to associate these items specifically with dead people, I think of Charles just through process of elimination.

Then we get these tools!

An obvious association is Susan which I think is the most plausible. Something else it could be is something he stole from the relocate trio when they were in K-9? But Ashley definitely seems like she would be less important to Bon than Susan is, and tools like this definitely represent Susan more than they do Ashley.

Then we have a pretty elaborate shrine to Rose???

This is fascinating and hilarious to me. This is so much. Whuy does Bon the Rabbit ahve the Venus de Milo. How he get that. The bouquet here contains the same flowers as in Rosemary's 1974 painting "Black and White"

Which is... also really interesting to me? How did Bon get THIS? Are these alive flowers? Does he know flower meanings? Has he SEEN this painting ?!?!?! I can't help but feel like I'm being a pedant but these are the real questions that are running through my mind looking at this stuff.

The other really obvious and relevant thing thing here is that, regardless of whether or not Bon is literally hosting the ghost of Jack Walten, it seems like Rosemary is especially important to him

Then we SEE Bon hang up this baby doll.

This makes me think of Molly, especially because of this Edd & Molly image from /sophiewalten where she's literally cradling a baby doll:

I also have no idea how or where he obtained THIS either?? Maybe it's not important, but its like. Did someone GIVE him these things? Depending on when this video is set, these could literally be things he obtained from outside of K-9, which is a completely FASCINATING thing to think about, for me. The thought that he's going outside to get decorations for his house. That remind him of/are relevant to people that are important to him.

But we know that this thing of hanging up objects in K-9 is at least not something he only started doing after Brian let him out, because of This from TWF2:

He definitely hung Rocket up like this. Ashley's dialogue even draws special attention to it:

This is fascinating, because Rocket isn't an inanimate object? Well, I mean, they are, but they're also being haunted by two children. Can Bon tell? Is that why they're hung up here? Or can Bon NOT tell, and thats why they're hung up here? Which, yknow, I say all that because to me this sort of treatment implies that Bon sees Rocket as an object, but I guess that's not inherently true. Maybe it just means that Bon considers them important, and this is just how he treats things he thinks are Important?

I'm ending this post now because I've got so many thoughts running through my mind it's hard to put together coherent sentences. But God and I thinking.

#chirps

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sloshys · 10 months

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HI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD THERE ARE OTHER DAAN/O'SAA SHIPPERS OUT HERE????? PLEASE TELL ME ALL OF YOUR THOUGHTS IM FUCKING DESPERATE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BEGGING YOU

My little fucking guys

Im so fucking bad when it comes to writing hcs or character analysis. Im going to try it out but i hope someone who’s a writer and whos interested this pairing gets to explain it all better than i can.

Everything under the cut theres some talk about sex at the end but its brief

I want to preface this that despite the fact that im very much into shipping every time i enter a new fandom i dont think any termina characters were able to directly confess their feelings to eachother. They simply have too much going on in mind, too busy surviving or hardly trust eachother. Despite the amount of events happening, i think only 3 days is super short amount of time for these guys to truly be sure of their feelings for eachother and dont have time to think over it ( only Samarie truly makes sense to me cuz she knew Marina before that even if its one sided)

Their parallels

Both of them were doomed to grow up fast in order to survive because of political and religious circumstances that neither had control over. Daan lost his family because they were fervent Sylvian worshippers, and Osaa grew in the chaos of the religious wars ravaging his country (perhaps that's how he lost his father in the process, but that's just a theory). Also, their respective situations parallel each other as they focus on both the traces of the old gods Sylvian (Daan’s parents being bunnymask cultists) and Gro-goroth (war and chaos in Abyssonia). It doesn't mean anything in particular about the characters themselves, but these two old gods did complete each other.

They both had an advanced education with Daan being an apprentice butler and modern medicine while O’saa studied spirituality and religion.

During adulthood, they both went through unspeakable horrors. For Daan, it was war; he only managed to keep his sanity with the letters he exchanged with Elise. For O'saa, it was being haunted by nightmares and his exploration of the dungeon of fear and hunger. These events traumatised them, and they had their own ways to cope with them, but Daan is visibly depressed.

Both seem to have an interest in fashion as they are self conscious on the way they dress. (Daan hates dirtying his clothes and O’saa likes being complimented on them)

Oh so youre both men with two “a ” in your names

Interpretation and headcanons

-O'saa had several people unknowingly open up about their problems at the confessional booth. Daan, who was wandering alone in the church with his thoughts eating him up, decided to give it a go, even if he wasn't religious, even if no one would respond. Part of him felt like it was sort of therapeutic. But to his surprise, someone did respond on the other side of the booth. Daan’s interest perks up when he notices the lack of professionalism from what he would assume to be a priest. They were judgmental and cold, but also understanding and interested at the same time. The rational thoughts of someone who doesn’t follow a specific belief and has their own morals they want to stand by. Yeah nothing like a priest Daan also hears some sort of familiarity with the voice and slowly realises who owns it. Daan would start playfully answering questions until O’saa couldn't keep up his identity. Unlike the other participants, he doesn't come out of the booth laughing; it’s just Daan looking at him smugly while the yellow mage’s expression is between disappointment and irritation. But regardless, they did have a nice talk in there, not that either of them would admit it.

-tbh a lot of their relationship is a back and forth one of them making a joke, the other roll their eyes and they would reply with “why are you always so serious???”

-O’saa secretely likes making Daan laugh. He keeps telling himself because his humor is more of his taste but its mostly cuz Daan always looks so gloomy

-Actually, these two don't know how to express their emotions. Daan sees how distant O’saa is from everyone and kind of wants him to be able to settle in with the group. O'saa, who doesn’t like to show his sympathy, still tries to make Daan laugh at times because he seems worryingly miserable and sad (his own jokes tend to make him laugh more than Daan, however). They just try to cheer each other up in the most complex brain gymnastic game by poking fun and making bad jokes with the worst timing possible, which mostly confuses the both of them more than anything else.

- O’saa doesnt like Daan’s smoking and drinking habits. But he does admit that it gives him a certain charm and the drinks he makes for him

-When O’saa revealed the identity of the Sulfur god to Daan there was this sting of empathy he felt for him despite Nas’hara’s scolding. And didn’t want to reveal to much not just for the sake of forbidden otherworldly knowledge but to spare him from such heavy info when he’s already going though so much grief.

-Daan was, deep down, extremely grateful for O’saa sharing his knowledge. When they met later, he insisted on taking care of O'saa's wounds after he was shot by August’s arrows. But O’saa is always on guard and asks Daan to take his vest off while he holds on to it and his scalpel. He will grab the back of his neck, warning Daan that If he tries anything funny, he will deal him a fatal blow. Despite the fact that it was supposed to create tension, the two were never this physically close to each other before…

-Daan would notice O’saa fragrance and Osaa would notice Daan’s lipstick

-Now sex is a difficult topic. Something that forces them into a state they so desperately tried to avoid their whole lives. The feeling becoming undone by sharing something with someone special or showing vulnerability. A primal feeling, feeling alive. They had a quick fuck to release steam. They try to convince themselves that its for personal satisfaction or giving a helping hand but it ever hardly felt like that. They still had this connection they refused or couldn’t to share with spoken words. It never went too far, but it was never bad. Quite the contrary, the sex was good but always too short

-O’saa realised he had developped a worshipping kink because of Daan. But Daan noticed it much earlier.

#fear and hunger #o’saa #daan #no idea what their ship name is #but i want to use odaamn bc thats funny af

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anxious-witch · 7 months

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NaceKris prompt since you like angst and hurt and comfort: Kris is losing his shit over being compared to his dad again and feeling like he's not good enough, and goes to Nace to vent (I can't wait to read this one this is also very much for my own pleasure)

Sorry this took so long, this drabble got entirely too long. I hope you like it!

That said before reading. I wasn't actively trying to write Kris as autistic, but I might have slipped up. The meltdown he has is definitely...indicatory of that so just heads up for that. In case it may trigger someone, maybe skip this one

Kris stared at the headline of a portal on his phone. He shouldn't click on it. He really, really shouldn't.

Is Gušti's son on a way to surpass his father's fame with his band?

It was a click-bait. Kris knew it was a click-bite. And he knew his day was already shitty so he though: Oh, why the fuck not at this point? He clicked on the article. The article went in depth about Miha Guštin's career, and compared it to Kris'. And in comparison, Kris did not look particularly great.

And then the article ended with saying that a more appropriate comparison would be perhaps between Gušti and Bojan.

Kris closed the article. He put his phone on the table, away from him, but the words haunted him. How could he ever compare?

His whole life he was always walking either in his father's shadow or Bojan's. And he felt like a wilted flower, tired of forever trying to get to the sun.

No. He didn't think that. Being in the center of attention could be even worse. He saw the toll it took on Bojan. How his father still couldn't go anywhere in public without being recognized or photographed.

He just felt so...useless. Plain, in comparison. Bojan used to joke when they were younger that every good main character needs a few interesting side characters. That's exacrly what Kris was. A side character.

There is also a question of if Gušti's son would have ended up on the musical scene at all without the influence of his father.

His breath came in short gasps. Kris closed his mouth and forced hinself to try and breathe through his nose. Breathe in for four seconds, gold for seven, exhale for eight. And again.

He grabbed his phone and dialed a number he wanted before he could think about it.

"Hi, Kris," Nace's deep voice greeted him from the other side.

"Can I come over?"

Nace paused, no doubt hearing his voice wavering. There was sizzling in the background and Kris realized that Nace was probably in the middle of making lunch.

He truly knew how to pick the time for a mental breakdown.

"Of course. But are you...okay? Do you want me to come to you?"

"No, no. It's fine. I'll...we can talk when I get there."

Kris could practically see Nace furrowing his brows. Worrying if Kris was truly well enough to walk to his place, like they didn't live ten minutes away from one another.

"It's fine, really. See you in a few."

He ended the call before Nace coukd say anything else. Even just hearing his voice calmed him down a bit.

The walk to Nace's apartment wasn't long, but to Kris' spiralling thoughts, it felt like ages. When he finally reached it and rang the doorbell, he felt overwhelming relief.

Loud barking came from the other side of the door. Kris heard Nace cursing as he tried to get around Ollie and unlock the door.

Kris did his best to put on a smile as the doors opened.

"Get in quickly, before he gets out," Nace said urgently.

Kris stepped through the door, shutting it behind him. Ollie immediately began jumping at him and demanding attention. He crouched down to pet him and let him lick his hands. He grit his teeth and counted to ten to not flinch from it.

"Right. Ollie, that's enough, let him breathe."

"It's okay. Really."

He was still crouching down, so he had to look up. Of course, that was the moment he noticed Nace was wearing a black tank top.

The bassist didn't wear sleeveless shirts often, but God we he did...fuck. Kris had to concentrate.

"I'm okay, I think. It was. I read an article I shouldn't have and I just..."

...wanted to see you. He swallowed. Thankfully, Nace seemed to understand. He offered Kris a hand to pull him up.

"Let's go to the living room first."

Saliva from Ollie licking his hands suddenly became very uncomfortable. Almost burning. And Nace was probably going to eat.

"I'll just go wash my hands first," Kris said, getting up without taking Nace's hand.

Ollie whined sadly at the lack of attention and Nace gave him a worried look right before Kris dashed to the bathroom.

He took a few deep breaths, avoiding looking at himself in the mirror. Then he thoroughly washed his hands with soap. He stopped when the skin started getting red. He didn't want Nace asking questions about that.

He found Nace setting up the table in the dinning room. He put down two plates. And on the left side, where Kris prefered to sit, there was a fork, a spoon and a knife he liked. His chest felt warm. He never explicitly told Nace this, but he noticed anyway.

"I wasn't sure if you ate already but I figured it won't hurt to put another plate for you."

"Thank you," Kris said quietly.

He sat down and only then did he dare to sneak a look at Nace, who sat at the opposite side of the table. Maybe it was the light. Or the fact that Kris felt shaky and Nace was always so solid and steady. Like Kris could lean on him and he would not crack under the weight Kris was carrying.

Whatever it was, it made tears suddenly run down his cheeks. Like the pressure caught up with him all at once and was now crushing his chest.

There was a sound of chair scrapping against the floor, and it seemed so loud at the moment Kris had to cover his ears. He was sobbing, he realized, almost distantly.

It felt like he was shifting in an out of his body. One moment he was so overwhelmed with all the sensations and in the other he felt completely numb. He knew he was crying but felt none of it.

Then the lights turned off and the radio that played in the background was silenced, too. All he could hear for the moment were his own sobs and heavy breathing.

"Kris?"

Nace's voice was soft and quiet. It didn't feel like someone scratching their nails over his ears. Kris slowly lowered his hands from his ears.

"Can I touch you?"

Kris considered it. He didn't think he could stand that yet, though. He shook his head.

"Okay. How about we go through the exercise we do with Bojan?"

Kris almost snapped that he wasn't having a panic attack. That this was different. That everything was just too much. But that would use up too much air. And Nace looked so worried. He nodded.

"Okay. Only focus on five things you can see, okay? You don't have to tell me which ones out loud, just count them."

He didn't have the strenght to roll his eyes. Instead, he counted. One, Nace. Two, red tablecoth with a horrendous Christmas pattern. Why did it have Christmas pattern? It was October.

"Don't get distracted," Nace gently reprimanded.

Right. Counting.

Three, the table. Four, the plate. Fifth...the fork.

He looked back at Nace and nodded once, indicating he was done.

"Alright. Four things you can touch?"

One, the hoodie he was wearing. Two, his jeans. Three, the chair he was sitting on. Four...

He reached out and carefully grasped Nace's shoulder. Well, a place between his shoulder and neck, so his hand was touching his shirt. It felt more bearable when it was him touching Nace and there was a layer if soft cotton between their skin.

"Three things you can hear."

Nace's voice. Faint buzzing of the refrigerator. Their heavy breathing.

He nodded again.

"Two things you can smell?"

Tomato soup on the table, steaming from the pot. Faint traces of Nace's cologone.

Another nod.

"One thing you can taste?"

Nothing. Just water he drank earlier. He supposed that counted, though. He nodded.

"Okay. Do you feel a bit better?"

He considered it. He felt exhausted but certainly less overwhelmed. And his hand on Nace's shoulder wasn't painful sensation, but just a neutral one. That was a good sign.

"Yes."

"Alright. Do you want to eat, or would you prefer to lie down on the couch for a bit?"

"Lie down."

This time, when Nace offered him his hand, Kris took it. It was warm and slight callused. Steady.

He took him to the living room and covered him with a blanket when Kris laid down. Turned off the lights.

"I will just go get my plate."

So that was how Kris ended up with his eyes closed, listening to Nace eating his soup. And really, it should have been an annoying sound but somehow...it wasn't.

Then Nace put his plate on the coffee table with a dull clank. Kris cracked his eyes open, just to see Nace looking at him.

"Can I get you water? Or juice? Or...something?"

"Water would be nice."

When Nace came back with a glass, he held it to Kris' lips instead of letting him take it. His cheeks warmed. He drank and tried not to think about how suggestive this looked like.

Nace quietly set the glass aside after he was done and sat back down. Silence streched.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Kris huffed. He supposed he should. He did just barge into Nace's apartment and had a meltdown. Potentially scarred his dog, since Ollie was nowhere to be found.

"I just had a really shitty day. My coffee maching broke, so I had to get a coffee to go from a cafe, which meant I was almost ten minutes late to the practice. And you know how that went, you were there. Jan managed to cut his finger on a string badly and there was blood and I couldn't find my first aid kit because Bojan put it in the wrong drawer-"

"Kris. Breathe."

He fidgeted with his sleeve and took few deep breaths. In and out. In and out. He rubbed his hands over his jeans, letting the texture ground him.

"Right. And then I came home and I was scrolling through Instagram and someone mentioned an article that talked about me and my dad. So I looked it up and it went on to essentially explain how I will never measure up to him and they are sort of right because. No I won't, our careers are different anyway, but then I realized how fucking useless-"

He stopped as Nace took his hands in his own. He gently rubbed over his knuckles and suddenly Kris was tongue-tied.

"Sorry. Should have asked before touching you."

"It's okay."

More than okay, now. It was comforting. He didn't always like touch and not from anyone, but he didn't mind it now.

"You are not your dad and you don't have to be. You are your own person, with your own way of doing things."

Kris opened his mouth, but Nace raised his hand to stop him.

"No-don't interrupt me. I know you know that, but you still try so hard to be perfect all the time. Jesus, Kris you sometimes hold yourself to such impossible standard, it pains me to watch."

Kris simply stared at him. No one ever put it that way. It was always just "You don't have to me like your dad". But never "You don't have to be perfect at all, even in a way specific to you".

"Oh."

Nace's expression softened. He gently pulled him into a hug, Kris' face perfectly fitting between his shiulder and neck. Few tears escaped him as Nace stroked his hair.

"You are good enough as you are. You don't have to try. And you don't have to compete all the time with Bojan, either. Life isn't a competition."

Kris chuckled, despite the tears.

"Kind of feels like it for me."

"Because you never let yourself relax and just...be yourself. Breathe. Relax. I promise you are safe."

Nace's words slowly sank in and to his surprise, he felt like he could finally relax. Let all the bitterness slip away for a moment.

He pulled Nace closer, so they somehow both ended up lying on the couch that was certainly not made for teo men their size. Still, they managed.

"Can you help me with that?"

"With what? Being yourself?"

Kris rolled his eyes and slightly pulled back so he could look at Nace. He reached his hand out and cupped his face. Stroked his thumb over his cheek. Finally allowing himself to do it.

Nace's breath hitched, but he didn't pull away. His eyes carefully considered him.

"No. To relax."

"I don't think your definition of relaxing is a good idea right now."

Kris huffed. Maybe it was the bone deep exhaustion that started to settle in, or the fact that he figured that surely, this day can't get much worse. Whatever it was, it made him lean in, pressing a quick kiss to Nace's lips.

Nace didn't kiss him back.

"I'm sorry-"

"I am not rejecting you. I just don't think this is a good idea while you are this upset."

That was...infuriatingly reasonable. Still, Kris felt embarrassed and slightly disappointed. It felt like a rejection.

Nace sighed.

"Kris. I promise we can talk about this later. For now...how about you get some rest? You look tired."

Kris bit his lip. He was tired. But he was also very comfortable with Nace next to him. He snuggled back into his neck.

"Only if you stay."

Nace kissed the side of his head.

"Always."

Not everything was okay, and however his talk with Nace later went, not everything will magically get solved. But maybe for now...Kris could relax. Just for a bit.

With that as his last thought, he drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Safe and sound.

#nacekris #my writing #joker out fanfic #kris guštin #nace jordan #joker out

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carry-on-my-wayward-gays · 2 years

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Jimmy Solidarity should get a doll skin JUST for Halloween and ONLY to use it to play a Other Mother type character. Like do a whole "don't you want to be a toy too?" plotline. Like. Imagine him just creeping around Tumble Town as a full on doll.

Like limbs that are held together by stitching, skin that's polyester stuffed with cotton, button eyes, yarn hair. It's creepy. Especially considering he can't blink, his eyes are unmoving black buttons after all. His sewn smile never moves either, no one knows how he talks.

Everyone thought it was funny at first. "Oh he finally accepted he's a toy! It's canon!" But then Jimmy gets weird. He moves oddly, like a baby deer just getting the bearings on its legs. His movements are jerky and he stumbles around like he's about to fall over any minute.

Anyone that brings up the fact that Jimmy is actually a toy now is always stared at for a minute or two. It's a long awkward pause after comments like "awe man you forgot the pull string!".

Black button eyes stare empty at you, through your soul and at the rock behind you. Jimmy barks a laugh. It's punched out and loud, just one syllable.

"oh yeah, it's a great time. Would you like to be a toy?"

"Uh-"

"Cause I know a guy! He did all this to me, after all. It's so wonderful." There's always nervous laughter followed up by that. You raise your hands in mock surrender and for some reason you feel the need to back up. But you stay put.

"your hair would make a lovely color of yarn." Jimmy reaches for you and you flinch back. His hands don't even have fingers, they're just mitten shaped pockets of stuffing and polyester.

"Right, yeah. Very scary Jimmy. Happy Halloween or whatever." You say, trying to hide your nerves behind dismissal.

"Halloween? Oh no you misunderstand. This is not a gimmick or a costume, this is permanent. You did know that, didn't you? When you cursed me to this form?" Jimmy tilts his head, but it flops to the side like a bag of rice. His face is unchanging. It sends a chill down your spine.

"No no I mean. Y-You can stop with this act now, stop trying to scare me, Jimmy." You dig your heel into the sand beneath your feet so you can turn and run at the drop of a hat.

"But this isn't an act! Being a toy is so wonderful! Which is why you made me one, right? Don't you wanna be a toy too?" His tone gets sharp and aggressive but his voice never raises. You flinch back with every word.

"No, I don't!" You wave your hands frantically in front of you. Jimmy takes a step forward.

"Oh but you can choose the color of your buttons." You swear his smile twitches, growing wider and wider. You do not hear the sound of tearing fabric though.

You never noticed you're hyperventilating now. You're scared, fully terrified. Your heart is in your throat and tears are building behind your eyes. You notice just in time that Jimmy is slowly reaching for you.

You don't want to stay to find out what will happen if he does touch you so you spin on the heel you've planted in the ground and run. You run and you don't look back at that town or its Sheriff even though you swear you hear the jingling of boot spurs behind you.

Joel doesn't get a chance to talk to the Sheriff who is suddenly a polyester doll. But he sees him. He sees Jimmy walking around with his jerky movements trying desperately to stay upright. It gives him goosebumps, especially when Jimmy will stop and jerk around to look at Joel, which is when the god stops looking.

And he's heard the stories the other rulers have spread. It's bone chilling but Joel pretends his paranoia doesn't spike when he sees Jimmy online. He pretends to not want to scream in horror every time he sees Jimmy and Jimmy sees him.

He was truly haunted by the ghost of a monster of his own creation.

After Halloween Jimmy goes back to normal. He's bubbly and bright and fiesty as he ever was. But now there's a subtle hint of mischief behind his eyes.

People have tried bringing up his Halloween bit and how it wasn't cool (you and others had nightmares for days) but Jimmy just asks "what are you talking about?" It unsettles everyone. No one talks about it after that. But they think of it. Every second of every day they think about the doll with Jimmy's voice, telling them to replace their eyes with shiny buttons.

#discord liked this one #figured Tumblr might get a kick out of it too #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #empires jimmy #empires smp #empires s2 #joel smallishbeans #he's only mentioned but i'll put his name here too #horror writing #empires smp fanfic #kinda? idk #shadow's scribing again

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cyberdragoninfinity · 8 months

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doesn't placido's route literally have you kill yusei in front of aki and then he taunts her for it like "now you know how it is to lose the one you love"?? THAT WAS SO FUCKED

OK YEAH. YEAH. ABOUT THAT. SO THAT ROUTE IS ACTUALLY PRIMO/PLACIDO'S TAG FORCE 6 ROUTE. AND I THINK ABOUT IT EVERY GODDAMN DAY.

like. the Three Emperors arent even like Tier-1 characters in TF6, they dont get unique story routes like the core cast, they dont get a unique endroute picture like in Tag Force 5, they just get plugged into the same WRGP team ups for all of their heart events. it's actually extremely hard to find adequate archiving of their events cuz, again, theyre not 'main' characters in this game. BUT FORTUNATELY. I AM UNWELL. AND I PLAYED ALL THREE OF THEIR ROUTES. AND ARCHIVED ALL THE ENDINGS. I assumed the three of them were gonna have some kind of generic endgame due to this. AND BOY WAS I. GREATLY INCORRECT.

Primo's storyline DOES END WITH HIM JUST KILLING YUSEI DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF AKIZA. AND YOURE COMPLICIT IN IT.

LIKE. DUDE??!? IN THE FUNNY YUGIOH VIDEO GAME FOR THE PSP???!?! YUSEI IS DEAD DEAD, HE DOESNT COME BACK HERE. JESUS CHRIST.

and then as if that wasn't enough, IMMEDIATELY after that the Ark Cradle descends and you have to hop on over there with Primo. And then you get there and he basically tells you how Relieved and Excited He Is To Die, and You Should Be Too.

^this fucks me up so much. that little smile. guy who is SO excited to give his life for a cause that doesn't give a shit about him. also sorry about my deck name JDFJGDF

Anyway he also talks to you about being created from despair and being made to act as God's vessel of punishment and how the people of this timeline should accept the fate God ("""God""") has decreed for them and it's honestly i think it's all one of my absolute favorite Tag Force conversations, it says SO much about Primo's character and it deserves a dedicated post of its own sometime.

And then it ends with him being like "that woman is going to come here and she's going to be pissed and it's our job to guard the Ark Cradle now" which just presents, such an amazing and haunting concept in that regard. This idea of Akiza leading the charge of the Signers to avenge Yusei's death. my GOD.

it's so fucked. it makes me cuckoo bananas. why did they go so hard on this story route that isnt even for one of TF6's main characters. Bad Guy Wins AU REAL!!

#ygo posting #asks #anonymous #yugioh 5ds #placido #primo 5ds #sorry for the tangent im normal about tag force primo i prommy (lying)#i will get into the rest of his tf6 end conversation sometime cuz it really is just a fantastic little character study...#iliasterliker9000 #anyway yeah the 5ds tag force games are fucking VIOLENT??! theres multiple routes where you just put main characters in the hospital #emulate the tag force games. my final message #tag force madness #dana's ygo bible study

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 3 months

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 30

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 1559

Warnings: Talk of death

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Different For Girls Red

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Ghost

The door flung open, and Juliette Kazansky said in relief, "Oh, thank God you're here."

Ghost raised an eyebrow as her friend practically dragged her inside. "What's wrong?"

"My husband is about to drive me insane-"

"Because someone needs to go to the doctor but won't!" Rooster shouted from another room, his tone more snappish than Ghost had ever heard directed at Juliette.

Jules stared up at the ceiling in exasperation, as if she could see through the plaster and wood all the way up to God. "The Lord is testing me today."

"I heard you had a bad night," Ghost said casually, kneeling down to pet the dogs, who had already flopped onto their backs for belly rubs.

"That's putting it mildly. The lack of sleep is making both of us a little testy." Juliette rubbed her temple and rested a hand on her belly. "The babies are having a wrestling match right now, too, naturally only when the nausea's finally abated, so now, I can't sleep because of that."

"Are you sure you want me over right now?" Ghost inquired, standing up and looking her friend up and down, concerned about Juliette's paleness. "Because I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you look awful."

Jules snorted. "Thanks. But yeah, I'm fine. Just running on no sleep. Enough about me, though. Firstly-" she stepped forward and embraced Ghost in a hug so tight, the aviator could barely breathe- "I'm so sorry about your dad. Whatever you need, I'm here for you."

It dawned on Ghost that Jules had recently lost her own dad, less than a year ago, so the feelings were still relatively fresh for her too. She would understand more than anyone. "Thank you. Right now, I think I just need to be around friends. I can feel myself moving towards isolation, and I can't do that."

"If you need to be alone, that's okay. As long as you know you have people waiting for you when you're ready to come back."

Ghost smiled gratefully at her friend. "I appreciate it."

"So, do you want to talk about it or no?"

"There are multiple things I could talk about. Which one are you referring to?"

"Hangman."

Ghost sighed heavily. "Not much to tell. I was planning on staying at his when we got back, we started drinking, started kissing-"

"You two kissed?!" Juliette exclaimed, eyes lighting up.

"Briefly before I cut it off and laid into him. I tried to get him to finally tell me why he never came to visit me after the accident, why he only tried to talk to me after the trial, but he froze. And then I walked out." Ghost walked into the living room with Juliette on her heels. The girls plopped onto the couch, and the dogs joined them. Lightning practically crawled into Ghost's lap as she asked, "What did Hangman text you?"

"He just said: I fucked up. Ghost needs you. I tried to get him to elaborate, but he wouldn't respond. The only other response I got from him was when I asked if he was okay, to which he replied,' I'm fine,' the universal sign that someone is the opposite of fine."

"Thank you for having Coyote check on him. I should've done that first thing, but I was selfish and-"

"Hurting," Juliette added gently. "You've been through a lot lately, Ghost."

"So has he, but he still sent you to check on me. I waited twelve hours before it even dawned on me. I don't even understand why it bothers me so much that I didn't do that for him, but I am, and-"

"Because you love him," Juliette said simply. "Believe me, I understand that infuriating conundrum."

"God, it makes me want to rip my hair out."

"What do you say we sit back, ignore our problems, I have Rooster bring you wine and me some apple juice so I can at least have the air that I'm drinking an adult drink, we put on The Proposal, and both forget about our current problems? We can deal with them later."

Ghost wholeheartedly agreed to the plan. Juliette shouted for Rooster, who shuffled tiredly into the room. He smiled at Ghost, but it didn't reach across his face like it normally did. She'd have to corner him about that later, although she suspected it had to do with Juliette's health. Ghost would keep her own concerns to herself for now, but her friend's wan pallor worried her, too.

Juliette politely requested the girls' drinks and added gently, "And then get some sleep; Ghost is here to watch me, okay?"

Rooster obeyed, grabbing their beverages from the kitchen and handing them to the girls. He kissed Juliette on top of the head before padding to their bedroom.

"He would not have done that without argument had it been anyone but you," Jules said quietly once she assured herself her fiancé was out of earshot.

"Oh, I'm sure if it were Maverick, Penny, or Phoenix, he would've."

"Yeah, because he's slightly scared of Phoenix, although he'd never admit it, and Penny and Maverick are adults in his eyes."

"But he's an adult?"

"They're adultier adults."

Ghost laughed but said nothing else, settling into the cushions and proud of the fact Rooster trusted her with his future wife so implicitly when he hardly trusted the qualified professionals.

Watching the movie turned out to be just the distraction Ghost needed, and when the girls hit 'play' on another one, she and Juliette fell into such deep sleeps that they had to be roused by Rooster for dinner. Neither had heard him enter the kitchen, clang pots and pans around (which he claimed was accidental), or when the timer went off on the oven. He'd made a delicious chicken dish, prompting Ghost to ask, "When did you learn how to cook?"

"I started taking some classes, but if that-" Rooster motioned at the three of them with his fork- "ever leaves this table-"

"Your dirty little secret is safe with us," Ghost promised, "especially since those classes seem to be paying off. This is delicious."

Rooster beamed at the compliment, and when their plates were scraped clean, he took them to the sink. The girls chatted while Rooster cleaned the dishes. He jumped into the conversation when he felt the need to put in his two cents.

During that meal, Ghost realized what Godsends the Bradshaws had been, allowing her to hang out with them to distract her from her woes. Between finding out Maverick might be her dad and the silence from Hangman when she asked him the question that had eaten away at her for years, Ghost considered the success of the Bradshaws' distracting abilities no small feat.

Around nine, they migrated to the living room. Juliette gently lowered herself onto the couch, and while she smiled, Ghost could tell her friend was having a bad day with the pregnancy. They talked for a couple more hours, and when Rooster left to use the restroom, Ghost asked, "Do you want me to go? You look like you're struggling right now."

"No, no, I'm fine," Juliette insisted, waving her hand dismissively. "Just a little nausea. Besides, I'm enjoying our conversation."

"Jules-"

A ringing cellphone interrupted the conversation. The girls shared a confused glance, wondering who on earth would be calling that time of night. Juliette grabbed her phone and answered, "Hello?"

A deep man's voice spoke on the other end. Juliette's brow furrowed in confusion when she replied, "Uh, no, this isn't Ghost. May I ask who's calling?"

"What's going on?" Rooster queried upon returning to the room and noticing the girls' expressions. Juliette held up a finger to silence him.

"Hang on, let me get her for you," Juliette said. She handed the phone to the female aviator, stating, "It's a bartender?"

Ghost frowned. "Hello?"

"Is this Ghost?" The man responded gruffly, sounding slightly exasperated.

"Yes. Who's this?"

"My name's Mickey Whitley; I'm a bartender at The Riptide. I have a customer here, a Jake Seresin, who needs a ride home because he's smashed and- no, you're not playing darts! You can't even stand!" The man exclaimed suddenly. He groaned and returned to the conversation. "Sorry, your friend wants to play darts, and if he throws one, it's more likely to turn into a freestyle acupuncture session than a darts game. Can you come get him? I can help get him to your car, but I'm cutting him off because he's gonna kill himself if he drinks anymore."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll head over now," Ghost said, standing up and hurrying to the front door. Rooster and Juliette followed. "I'll be there in ten."

Hanging up the phone, she returned it to Juliette and explained the situation, adding, "Rooster, I hate to ask this of you, but could you help me pick him up? If Hangman's as drunk as the guy said he is, I won't be able to get him home, let alone keep him stable on my bike."

"Of course," Rooster said, reaching for his keys. Juliette swiped them before he could. "What are you-"

"Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm useless. I'm coming with you to help. He gave the bartender my number after all," Juliette argued. "Come on. I'm driving."

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why did you hate tell me i’m worthless? ive been planning on reading it but i wasn’t 100% sold so i figured i’d ask

oh god if i hash the whole thing out i'll be here all day so here are some bullet points

rumfitt tries to riff a number of 'haunted house' horror writers, most prominently shirley jackson, only she's less riffing shirley jackson as much as she's riffing a version of shirley jackson that she made up in her head

it is so heavyhanded. on every other page rumfitt tells you what she's doing, and what it all Means, and what the big Statement of the moment is, and it's just---it sucks any interest out of the text for me. it is an incredibly condescending book.

& for a book that's so condescending it is not especially smart lol. it tries very hard to say something about fascism but just kind of sputters & stumbles around some v unwieldy swings at the culture war and anxiety about "complicity," "cancel culture," "oppression olympics." there's a passage which tries in completely seriousness to talk about the "oppression calculator" as though rumfitt is the first person ever to think that such a framework might be reductive and it's just like, at that point you cannot expect me to take your politics seriously!

neither of her protagonists are especially memorable or distinct because they are metonyms for social positions; this could be fine if those metonyms were put to any compelling use. They are not

there's really just ... nothing to it save for stringing together some references to other, better writers and making a statement About Fascism on every other page. the narrative is v pneumatic. and, like, i don't need "eventful" narratives necessarily, but if your book is staking its success on being politically compelling & on being a productive riff on the writers you crib to such an extent that you have a v flimsy narrative and v flimsy characters because those are only needed as vehicles for those components, then those components need to ... succeed. and, like, they don't.

it's, sorry, it's a book for corbynites who think they understand the relationship between british terfism and fascism, and that they're the first people ever to see it.

it's a shame, because there are some glimpses in there of a much stronger book. alison rumfitt does at times have a pretty strong prose voice (at other times ... not so much. but in her more experimental moments she often sticks the landing and it's more compelling work than a less ambitious prose voice would manage.) and, like, she can write legitimately unsettling horror, moreso than a lot that i've read! unfortunately those glimpses are few and far between compared to ... the rest, lol.

#ask #the thing that just really really killed it for me was all the heavyhandedness #on EVERY fucking PAGE she TELLS you what she wants you to THINK #go AWAY step BACK let me BREATHE!!!

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yujeong · 9 months

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So I've been talking to a fellow Greek KP fan for some time now - thank God I even found one since Thai BL isn't known here - and even though she is a KP/Kinn/Mile fan, she can appreciate all the couples in canon and fanfic form.

(She also doesn't hate Build or BOC, she's amazing, I love her)

So, one day she said this: "I don't understand why Pete wanted Vegas" to which I replied "Because Vegas unlocked a part of him he didn't even know existed inside him. He made him feel like a person and not background decor in his own life"

I'm sure I didn't really explain it properly to her but this exchange reminded me of the thought that this is probably the main issue VP haters (or just not appreciators, let's not drag everyone for no reason) have with VP. They think Pete has no reason to love Vegas since throughout their storyline, it's Vegas who does horrible things to him and Pete seems like a victim to his abusive tendencies. Plus, they mostly saw how Vegas changed due to Pete's love but discard how Pete changed since the safehouse.

Tbh, this just shows to me how Pete's arc just passed through some people's heads. They didn't get it and even if they did, they think it wasn't shown well. And OH BOY do I have opinions about that.

Idk if you have to relate to Pete to understand him and his arc (something that happened to me for example) but I don't think so because I've talked to a lot of VP/Vegas fans who understand his character completely and it warms my heart every time.

All of this has made me realize how subtle yet obvious his character is. How the show treated his journey of, basically, self discovery and gaining agency as maturely and realistically as humanly possible. Pete never says those things out loud; he never says "I love you" to Vegas (which I've explained in another meta post of mine), he never tells him "I now know what it's like to feel like a person with desires and feelings and you're the reason for it", he never says ANYTHING up front and ooh God, is it delicious and incredible to witness.

Because he does say them differently and he does show them through his actions.

I had a lot of talks about the fact that Pete is a man of few words and many actions. I appreciate immensely how many, many VP scenes are with minimal dialogue (the hedgehog burial scene and the Hum Bar scene are great examples of this), while even those who do have more dialogue feel like they don’t? Or, more accurately, it feels like VP are talking past each other (Pete's breakdown being the BEST example of this, holy fuck this scene haunts my dreams). The main reason for that in my humble opinion is Pete and the way he communicates.

He returns when he sees Vegas crying, he kisses him, he punches him to leave after not being able to take it anymore, he shoots him in the shoulder to save him, he HUGS him from behind by the pool, like, that hug has rewired my brain and I need to write my meta post about Pete and being touched because I've been losing my mind for ages because of it. ANYWAY, my point is, Pete may not tell you how he feels but he sure as fuck will show you in one way or another.

Also, Pete is a man of few words but those words HIT you like a train every time. I seriously want to print every quote of his and put it on my wall, he's fascnating. This makes people who don't search beneath the surface of what is said and shown to lose a LOT of subtext about him.

All in all, there are many reasons why Pete would want Vegas and they're all beautiful. I love him with all my heart and every day I'm thankful I watched the show and his arc through VP ❤️

#It's been a while since I made a Pete meta post #Not my proudest work but I wanted to talk a little (a lot) about my son again #Hopefully someone more intelligent than me will grab the chance to explain what I tried to here better #kinnporche the series #pete phongsakorn saengtham #vegaspete

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You are one of the people who have the best character interpretation, so I would like to ask a question regarding N52's final issue. Joker delays his transformation to his actual self by saying, "not yet." Why do you think he wanted to stay longer? Bruce already returned being Batman, but (amnesic?) Joker seemed to want to be on hiatus. Is it because he enjoyed the human side?

Thank you so much! I'm happy you're enjoying my interpretation of these complex characters.

There's no doubt amnesiac Joker wants to stay human longer, and away from his real self. It's directly spelled out in Batman (2011) #48, when he asks Bruce not to become Batman again, and the reason for it is mentioned there too, more or less:

"At rest." In one word, that's the reason they both wanted to stay longer: peace. The unattainable dream that haunts Batman and Joker's characters relentlessly, because it's something they both had, but lost in such a traumatic way it made them incapable of having it again.

I'll go in more detail as to why he wants to delay his return as Joker under the cut, because I ended up citing comic panels and making this long again -- but also because there'll be heavy discussion of depression and suicidality, so. If that is something that triggers you, please take care.

Sigh. So the thing about Joker is... that he's deeply suicidal, and always has been.

Snyder's origin for him in Batman: Zero Year -- Secret City has the original Red Hood letting himself fall into the acid vat, refusing Bruce's outstretched hand, grinning as he falls:

Then, this is how Bruce recalls it in Endgame:

So. This is how Bruce remembers it going down, as shown in both of these comics. However, in Death of the Family, when Joker records himself talking out of the Red Hood helmet as Harley is parading as him, he says this:

"Where you knocked me off this very catwalk and bathed me in fire and burned away my false skin."

Interesting, isn't it? Joker doesn't remember it as him choosing to fall, he remembers it as Batman tipping him over. And the pattern continues with Endgame. In DotF, Joker gets so terrified by Bruce's bluff of knowing his identity he jumps off a cliff himself:

And yet, this is what he says in Endgame:

"You dropped me off a cliff!" It keeps happening, and I love the parallel Snyder made here-- not only the perpetual thread of a Joker always falling and a Batman who's unable to save him (even in Flashpoint), but the way they both remember the fall in entirely different ways. (Tbh, I think neither of these versions are the truth, and that it's much more impactful if we as readers don't know the truth either. This way, it's all about what Bruce and Joker need to believe. But that's a meta post for another day.) Bruce thinks Red Hood chose to fall, but Joker thinks Bruce pushed him towards his death, every time.

It's because he needs to believe that. The identity of Joker that he's forged for himself after the fall into the acid (and after the trauma that came before it) fulfills many functions, but a crucial one is just... keeping him alive. The same way Batman and The Vow is a way Bruce has come up with to stave off his own suicidal tendencies (something explicitly stated in Tom King's Batman: I Am Suicide). Joker can't believe that he tried to kill himself both times he fell, and that Batman tried to save him; he has to believe Batman did it on purpose. If he believes Batman had a hand in his creation, made him, that means Joker has a purpose. As long as that purpose is Batman, he cannot die. This is how he fights to stay alive... by throwing himself against the wall that is Batman's no-killing rule. It's all so goddamn tragic, I swear to fucking God. Joker genuinely wants to die, but by believing only Batman deserves to kill him, and by doing everything in his power to make him go dark and break his rule, he's keeping himself alive. Batman is, paradoxically, both his preferred method of suicide and his reason for living. (I’m fine. This is fine.)

However, amnesiac Joker doesn't have this to rely on! He's wiped clean of the memories that made him Joker, the decisions he's made to get there. And as a slate wiped clean, he's shown to still be craving death -- still fighting what is unavoidably depression. Without Batman, in the initial months, his life as a normal person felt meaningless, so he nearly kills himself... But then, he finds a way to survive. He finds this island of peace with the bench and the lake, this sliver of hope. He goes to that bench and puts the gun in his mouth and doesn't fire, and that's how he manages to stay alive, and content, and happy with his normal job and normal apartment. 'I have the power to leave everything behind at any moment, but there are things here to live for.'

And here's where my main point comes in: amnesiac Joker is so desperate to preserve this, because his original Joker identity is incapable of this by design. Joker, as we know him, is incapable of being truly happy, the exact same way Batman is. Amnesiac Joker and Bruce are parallels and inversions of each other in this story, like they are in everything else; Bruce is driven to become Batman again, while Joker is the one fighting against it. Alfred is so desperate to preserve Bruce as he is, keep him away from being Batman, because as Bruce Wayne he has a chance at happiness. And Joker doesn't have an Alfred to spell it out, but it's the same thing for him. Without Joker, he has a shot at genuine peace. But Batman and Joker are too deeply intertwined for Joker not to come back if Batman did, and that's ultimately why amnesiac Joker asks Bruce not to become Batman again. Their peace, and their torment, are inextricably linked.

But... you know what moment haunts me most in Batman #48? Fuck it, if I started ranting about this, might as well get it all out of my system.

Bruce turns back. When the explosion goes off, he starts running towards Jules and the people in danger, but then he stops and looks back at Joker... but there's no one there. Joker is gone. There's no one near the bench. And when he goes off running again, his face is in shadow, as if to symbolize a return to Batman.

Insert me going 'Snyder!! What does it mean?? What does it all mean??'. What would've happened if the explosion didn't go off? Was Joker actually intending to kill himself? Was it because he sensed Bruce would become Batman again no matter what he did, and would rather die while still having this fleeting happiness than go back to being Joker? If so, why didn't he kill himself any of the times after? Was Bruce's presence while he did it, in any capacity, something he needed? And if so, why? Did he need Bruce there to try and stop him from killing himself, or did he need him there because he didn't want to die alone? Is this a parallel to the end of Endgame, in which it was Joker desperately trying to stay alive while Bruce doomed them both to death? Is this a reversal of it, with Joker trying to stay human this time while Bruce is slipping back into Batman?

And why, why did Joker run away? The implication in those panels is that Bruce hesitated. What if Joker had still been there when he looked back? If Joker had insisted, or went with Bruce to the location of the explosion, if he had stayed... would that have made a difference?

God, this is why I would have loved more insight into amnesiac Joker's head! In the issue you're referring to, #51, we're shown both visually and textually that he's fighting becoming Joker again, and all this after the events of #48 transpired. Leaving aside him saying "Not yet," in DotF and Endgame, Snyder has used flies as a way to signal Joker's influence or presence. And in these panels we can see amnesiac Joker crushing the flies that keep coming at him, symbolically keeping his real identity at bay:

This does indicate a certain degree of self-awareness, at least an unconscious knowledge of who he used to be, and I need to freaking know why he ran away that time, and how he reacted to Batman returning, how he managed to stay this person instead of becoming Joker again. For that matter, we are also never told how that happened! Snyder intended to have a comic explaining what transpired after the events of Batman (2011) #48 and #51, but that comic unfortunately never came to be. Between these, which have an amnesiac Joker with no bleached skin or disfiguration, and Dark Days: The Forge and Dark Days: The Casting, there's nothing yet in canon to explain how he became the classical Joker again. We know how Batman regained his memories, but not Joker, and it bugs me immensely. In The Casting Joker says that even when he was not himself, he felt the call (of Barbatos, essentially, since both Bruce and Joker have been revived by dionesium, one of the Nth metals) -- so did he just spontaneously freaking get white skin, a grin and green hair at some point? Or did he intentionally throw himself in a vat of acid again once the memories came back? How did Joker end up imprisoned in the Batcave then, how did Bruce drag him there and why did he actually need him? Also, why did the dionesium pool restore Joker to life at the end of DotF but kept his physical Joker-like traits, but post-Endgame it healed him entirely of everything, restored him to pre-Joker appearance? Snyder!! I need answers!!

[deep breath] Anyway! I'm sorry anon, this went off the rails more than a little. Any in-depth talk of Snyder's stuff tends to send me spiralling. But I hope you still enjoyed some of my rambling!

#also thank you for the ask!#God. will Batman 48 ever cease to haunt me #went a little nuts here but look. I blame Snyder for all of it #asks #batman #joker #batman meta #joker meta #batjokes #batjokes meta #my meta #cw suicide #cw depression

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