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Flesh Without Blood
Flesh without Blood (Forbidden Fruit)
pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader, Tommy Miller x fem!reader
word count: 5.6k
warnings: 18+, smut!, no use of y/n, incest (stepsibling!!!), threesome, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected penetration x2, little bit of voyeurism, maybe some cuckold, mentions of punishment, implied rape, slight uncaring/cold-hearted...
summary: There’s something beneath the surface, something that has been waiting to be unleashed. Something dark and feral.
author's note: hello, this is my third story I've posted! and oooof, yeah... it is incest. but between stepsiblings (as if that makes it better??!?) i couldn't help myself okay! i know you want to be sandwiched between Tommy and Joel Miller as much as i do. also, i am sorry that the summary sucks - i'm not very good at them lol. umm, anyways, i hope you enjoy because i might have another incest-y story in the works... ;) xoxo the wordy peach <3
Joel Miller’s rough exterior speaks to the life of survival the three of you’ve endured since the cordyceps outbreak. You watch as his chest expands and his shoulders pull back, making his already physically imposing body even more domineering than before. His face, rugged and weathered, twists into a scowl. Meanwhile, Tommy Miller’s exterior is merciful, exuding a softer, more lenient temper. His body language is casual. Less rigid. But his face is stricken with disappointment.
“I’ll give you a cut of whatever I make!” The contrast between the brothers makes you nervous, and you slowly start backing away. A sense of urgency makes you blurt out a new, better offer, “Whatever I make, I’ll give you a quarter - no! Half!”
Joel remains stoically hardened, but Tommy gives a disarming smile and barks a laugh, “What the hell are we going to do with the money?”
You shrug, “Buy some more guns?”
Tommy laughs again, and his entire face lights up. Tommy’s laid-back nature has always made him the easygoing of the two brothers, and even now, as they confront you about your secret business dealings, he seems to trust that you aren’t a threat. You might be slightly stupid, but you certainly aren’t dangerous.
“Oh, Nic,” Tommy shakes his head, and his face darkens as he approaches you. The sudden change in his demeanour makes you confused, and your body stills, becoming rigid and tense. His hand is quick, clamping down around your throat. Your breath hitches, and you reach up, grabbing his wrist. His hold on you is firm, and you struggle to remove his steellike grip.
“You think we’re fucking stupid?” He hisses, voice full of venom. He doesn’t squeeze, but his fingers flex around your throat, sending the message that he could easily choke you out. Your eyes dart to Joel, who isn’t stopping any of this - in fact, it looks like Joel is enjoying it.
“Don’t look at him - look at me,” Tommy barks, “I’m the one who has you by the throat,”
Your eyes snap to Tommy, and you squirm, trying to step back. Tommy glares, spitting out, “Never thought you’d be the one who would betray the family, Nic,”
“I wasn’t -” You grunt, still trying to pry his hand off your throat. By a fraction, Tommy’s grip tightens. “I wasn’t trying to fucking betray you - I was trying to fucking leave this shit hole,”
At the admission of your actual plan, Tommy stops. His face softens ever so slightly, and his eyes, once hard and emotionless, shift into concern. His brows knit together, and he whispers, “Leave?”
You nod, eyes still panicked as they peer at Tommy. You know he’s the one you want to be bargaining with, but it’s still hard to admit the truth to Tommy. You reply, “I-I-I’m joining the Fireflies,”
Confusion floods Tommy’s face, and he presses, “You need money for that?”
Momentarily, you feel bad. It wasn’t money that you were after, but rather, you were gathering supplies for a mission which just happened to belong to your stepbrothers. You shake your head and bite your lower lip, considering your words, before cautiously speaking, “I needed the supplies for a mission Marlene is sending me on,”
“Oh, that’s fucking rich, Nic - stealing from your own brothers,”
“Tommy, no - it’s not like that,” You say, voice breaking in the process. Tommy shakes his head, and the muscles in his hand, still holding your throat, flex and shift.
“Then what’s it like, Nic?” Tommy asks. He sounds hurt; however, his neck is corded with tension and his lips are twisted into a wryly sneer.
“I know neither of you wants me around,” Your voice quivers as you speak, the weight of past rejections and present isolations bearing down on your heart. You know deep down that Tommy and Joel Miller, your brothers only by marriage, have never entirely accepted you as one of their own.
There has always been a palpable tension that never seems to dissipate; something is always simmering beneath the surface. And now, decades later, that same tension remains in a world ravaged by a deadly fungus. Tears gather in your eyes as you confront the bitter wound that has never fully healed.
Tommy’s tongue clicks against his teeth, tsking in disapproval, “Poor little Nicky thinks we don’t want her around, Joel….”
You shake your head, “Tommy - please, don’t,”
Tommy glances at his older brother, “What do you have to say about this, Joel? Do we want little Nicky around?”
From the expression on Joel’s face, you think he is being asked what he thought of the weather because it is so casual, so aloof. Completely unaffected. You watch as Joel’s mouth moves. His voice is cold and detached: “You know what, Tommy? She is stupid for thinking that we don’t want her around, considering all we’ve done for her….”
Joel casually walks over, his brown eyes staring blankly at you. That is until a strange look flickers across his face. It’s a warning - you’ve seen it before. Your stomach drops, and you’re suddenly desperate to escape this situation, so you try to bargain with them, “Just let me go, and we can pretend this never happened, okay?”
Still holding your neck, Tommy sweeps his thumb along your jaw and strokes little circles into it. It’s almost comforting. His head tilts to the side, and he peers at you, eyes blazing. It’s the lapse of silence that has you panicking again. His face tips down, and he presses his nose into your cheek, his hot breath cascading across your skin.
“Oh, Nic…” Tommy murmurs, his lips flush against your cheek, “I know it’s hard to believe, but everything we’ve done, we did it for you,”
The implication makes your skin crawl. Lips quivering, you ask, “What are you talking about?”
Tommy’s voice is taut, filled with annoyance, “Stupid bitch doesn’t even know how many men we’ve stopped from ripping her apart -” His hand has moved from your throat to your jaw, holding it tightly between his fingers. He’s gazing at you with expanded pupils. There’s something beneath the surface, something that has been waiting to be unleashed. Something dark and feral.
That’s when Joel presses his body into your back, and you realize you aren’t going anywhere. Your stomach twists and floods with despair, body submitting to him instantly. With a taunting undertone, Joel says, “Oh, Nicky… how can we convince you that we want you around?”
Tommy disagrees, huffing out, “Speak for yourself, Joel - Nicky has always been a pain in my ass,”
“Tommy,” Joel warns. The energy has shifted. It’s no longer hostile, but something taboo between the two brothers is unfolding. Tommy’s mouth twitches, and he sighs, relenting as Joel recounts a memory: “Remember that one summer when she wore that tiny bikini and paraded her body all around the yard? Like some goddamn peacock.”
Tommy licks his lips, smirking at the memory. A prickling sensation shoots up your spine, and alarms start going off in the back of your mind. Frantically, you glance around the room. You already know there isn’t a way out of here, and even if there were, Joel and Tommy would never let you go.
With a gruff voice, Joel asks, “Tommy, how does it feel having your fantasy come true?”
A dreadful expression crosses your face, but underneath, there’s curiosity as bewilderment floods through you. Thinking of the past and present, searching for the signs of their secret desire - can it really be true? Tommy mumbles, “It only took a decade for it to happen,”
You shake your head, refusing to believe such things, “N-no, no….”
Wickedly, Tommy grins, “What, Nic? Are you trying to tell me that you never thought of us this way?” He cocks his head to the side, entertained by the defiant glare you’re giving him. It reminds him of the times he spent teasing you as a teenager; he had fun bullying you in those days.
Firmly, you state, “No, I haven’t.” You’re disgusted by his insinuation: “It’s wrong,”
Tommy scoffs, laughing, “So, you didn’t write in your diary about how badly you wanted Joel to take your virginity?”
You stop, eyes blinking with disbelief. Your jaw slackens, mouth opening in shock. Tommy loves this look - he loves how you’re pretending to be all innocent when you are just as dirty as he and Joel.
“I never wrote that,” You lie. Tommy rolls his eyes and gives you a playful look before his eyes travel down, taking inventory of your body. A possessiveness settles on his face as he hungrily gazes at your chest. He knows you hate wearing a bra, and even now, he can tell you aren’t wearing one. It’s in how your tits bounce and your nipples, perky and erect, poke through the fabric.
Tommy can’t stop himself and just has to reach up and pinch one. The pain is sharp and quick, making you squeal in surprise. You try to twist away, body turning, but Joel’s hands cinch around your waist, and he holds you against his solid body. Your attempt to fight back is futile. Utterly useless. You try to think of ways out of this, but your mind is giving up, and your body is giving in; Joel touching you makes you realize that the infatuation you once felt for him has never really gone away.
“I…I was young and stupid,” You hastily admit to the secret you’ve been harbouring for decades, “I … I thought it’d be hot to fuck one of you - can you blame me, though? Both of you were constantly bringing girls over to fuck -”
“Aw, Nicky. Were you jealous?” Tommy coos as his finger completes a circle or two around your nipple. The sensation is causing pressure to build in the crest of your crotch, and you hate yourself for it. It’s wrong, totally wrong -
“If I’m being honest, Nic… I was jealous of your little boyfriend - what was his name again? Gregory? Geoff?”
Joel says, “Garret,”
“Ahh, yeah. Garret. He’s the one who popped your cherry,” Disappointment lines Tommy’s voice, and he pouts, jealous that it wasn’t him. Unhurried, Tommy drags a finger down, down, down and slips his hand underneath your shirt. You inhale sharply as Tommy’s hand dances across your stomach, tickling you. Goosebumps explode across your skin, and you struggle to remain indifferent, but his touch sends mixed signals to your brain.
Teasingly, Tommy presses, “Whatever happened to Garret? Hmmm, Nic? What happened to him?”
You bite your lip, trying to remember. Garret was your first boyfriend. Your first love. Or so, that’s what you thought. Teenage boys can be so fickle. “He… he broke my heart - cheated on me with some dumb whore,”
“Do you regret him being your first? Do you wish it was Joel or me who took your precious little flower?” Tommy circles back to your old diary entry. You refuse to admit it, mouth clamping shut. But it’s the way your body presses into Joel’s body that gives your secret away. Intrigued, Tommy studies your subtle movement. He knows that you’ve always had something for Joel - after all, Joel is the protective older brother who’s reliable and stable. Always has been.
“Well, Nic…” Tommy’s voice fades off. His hand underneath your shirt trails up and cups your breast. It’s soft and pillowy, exactly how he imagined. His voice is low, but his intentions are evident as he speaks: “What if you got the best of both worlds? What if Joel and I take you….”
He’s massaging your tit, kneading the plump flesh. He tweaks your nipple, softer this time, and a little gasp escapes from your throat, betraying you. Traderous sparks begin to envelop your body. Your breath hitches as you ask, “And what happens if I refuse?”
You know you won’t be backing out of this because Tommy’s words are true. You’ve been lusting after Joel for years, and if the world hadn’t gone to total shit, you wouldn’t be standing here, considering Tommy’s insane offer. But in this post-apocalyptic world, nothing matters, not even the familial bonds you share with them. Your eyes shutter closed as you try to steady your breathing. The anticipation and nervousness are unbearable.
“Nothing bad, if that’s what you’re wondering, darlin’...” Joel assures you in a calm, steady voice. His hands haven’t moved from their spot on your waist. The grip he has on you is gentle, reassuring. It's as if he’s trying to comfort you, and in some weird, fucked up way, it’s working. There’s no aggression or force in his touch, and the proximity of his body makes it hard for you to ignore the bulge pressing into your back.
“Nothing bad?” You repeat.
“Nothing bad,” Tommy and Joel say in unison. Their words soothe your nerves, but only a little. You take a deep breath, trying to settle your racing heart. You know that you can trust them and that they won’t hurt you. But still. The idea of being intimate with them is overwhelming -
“Get on your knees -” Tommy instructs.
Joel interjects, “Go slow, Tommy - we have all night with her,”
Tommy scowls, annoyed with his brother. However, you are already sliding down to the floor. A smug look flickers over Tommy’s face, and he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his jeans. To your surprise, he’s not wearing underwear, and his cock falls out. It’s big, and it points right at you. You peer at it, frozen in shock. You aren’t sure what you were expecting, but suddenly, you’re left wondering if Joel is also blessed with a gift of this size. Or maybe, Tommy is the one who lucked out in the genetics department -
“You’ve sucked a cock before, haven’t you, Nic?” Tommy asks as his fingers touch your chin and his thumb swipes across your lower lip, opening your mouth. You nod, and slowly, Tommy’s cock replaces his hand. He makes a soft hissing sound as your lips slide down his shaft.
“Fuck,” Tommy threads his fingers through your hair as you babble around his cock. It’s a bit too deep for your liking, but a switch gets flicked, and all you want to do is prove yourself - you want to prove to your brother that you can suck cock. You hold his hips and bob your head, working your tongue against his arousal. But apparently, it’s not enough for Tommy because he starts thrusting in and out of your mouth, his cock reaching a dangerous depth, which causes your eyes to swell with tears.
“I’ve dreamt of this filthy little mouth,” Eyes narrowing into slits, Tommy completely immerses himself into the fantasy. He can’t believe you are here, on your knees, sucking his cock. Joel loves it too, admiring how well you are doing, but he doesn’t like how rough Tommy is - he’s practically yanking your head down his shaft, making you gag and sputter. However, you don’t seem fazed by it.
Joel can’t help but wonder if you’re genuinely enjoying it, and he knows the answer lies between your thighs. He kneels, hand snaking around your stomach and shoving into the waistband of your pants. You let out a muffled gasp of surprise but continued to gag and sputter around Tommy’s cock. Joel’s fingers are slow, but they move with purpose, and he teasingly presses them into your panties. He whispers into your ear, “You’re so fucking wet… does sucking your brother’s cock turn you on that much?”
He taunts your clit, fingers circling it but never quite touching it. You’re gasping for air, hot tears tracking down your cheeks. Tommy quickly wipes them away, a tender action that leaves you feeling cared for as he continues to fuck your face. Joel senses your discomfort and tells Tommy to ease off.
“Fuck, just let me -” Tommy groans, a familiar ache in his balls. He’s so fucking close; the tension is becoming unbearable. However, Tommy has to resign himself because he still wants to fuck you, and hastily, Tommy removes his cock from your mouth, groaning as a trail of spit dangles between your mouth and the tip of his well-sucked cock.
You greedily suck the air back into your lungs, chest heaving. Your eyelids flutter as Joel continues to apply pressure through the fabric of your panties, but you need more. You need him inside. Daringly, you ask: “Can we move this to the bed?”
Tommy and Joel share a look. It’s so quick that you almost miss it. Joel stands, lifting you in the process. He twirls you around, places his large hands on your hips, and kisses you like a man starved. Joel doesn’t give a damn that you had Tommy’s cock in your mouth because Joel has been waiting for this and doesn’t want to hold back. He gives it all to you, nipping and sucking your lower lip. When Joel’s tongue touches yours, you groan.
As your heart thrums wildly inside your chest, liquid heat pools in your core. It’s so wrong that it’s right. Any morals you once had are long gone. They don’t exist anymore. Joel cups your ass, gripping the fleshy mounds. You gasp, and Joel smiles before his lips travel down your jaw, planting kisses down to your neck, where his teeth graze your collarbone. His hands move up and play with the hem of your shirt, and in one swift motion, he lifts it off your body and tosses it to the side.
Joel’s mouth continues to travel downward, and he closes his mouth against your tit. He’s all teeth and tongue with continuous suction — meanwhile, his other hand twists and tweaks your other nipple between his thumb and finger. Little mewls spill forth from your mouth, and your hands are groping Joel’s bulge through his jeans, desperate to feel his cock.
“Take your pants off, Joel,” You demand, and to your surprise, he obeys. Joel strips and tosses his clothes. Unlike his brother, Joel wears underwear with a humorous pattern of hearts. It’s quite the contrast to his imposing physical ruggedness. It makes you smile and giggle - Joel’s eyebrow lifts quizzically. You shake your head, and the next thing you know, Joel is helping you out of your pants and lowering you down to the mattress where Tommy is already lying, waiting. His clothes have already been discarded.
“I want to taste you,” Joel murmurs. You watch as the slightest tinge of pink rises to his cheeks. It makes you giddy. Only in your dreams has Joel said such things. Joel hovers, pushing your thighs open with his palms, kneeling between them, sliding lower and lower. He hooks a finger on your panties and glides them off your hips; they join the rest of the forgotten clothes in the room.
Joel marvels at your glistening pussy that’s so swollen from having been kept in a state of anticipation. His fingertips sink so easily into your folds, parting them and gliding his digits through the slickness of arousal seeping out. Your head tilts back, eyes closing from the pleasure steadily streaming through your body. Joel lowers his face, inhaling your tantalizing scent, which unleashes a throaty moan from his chest. He’s gentle when carving a path through your arousal with his tongue, noting how your thighs twitch ever so slightly when he glides over your throbbing clit.
“Mmm, how does she taste, Joel?” Tommy asks, voice breaking through the silence between the three of you—Joel answers by grunting. He’s a man of few words, even now. The vibration makes you clench and groan as your hands thread themselves through Joel’s hair because you need something to hold onto. His tongue circles your clit before licking downward and dipping into your wet hole.
You hiss at the intrusion, “Fuck, Joel,” Never fucking ever did you think your brother would be this fucking good at eating pussy -
“Joel has quite the tongue, doesn’t he, Nic?” Tommy hums as he shifts his body, lying down next to you. His mouth hovers above your shoulder, and his warm breath strews across your skin as he lowers to your breast, tongue flicking your nipple. You groan as your brain goes hazy at the dual pleasure that is coursing through your body.
You don’t know what to focus on: Joel, who is ravaging your pussy, eating it like it's his last meal on earth, or Tommy, who is manhandling your tits, biting, sucking, and marking his territory by breaking your skin’s capillaries.
Your chest heaves, and your teeth sink into your cheek. Liquid heat blossoms in your core, and your fingers grip Joel’s hair, practically ripping it out as his tongue takes a long, broad stroke up to your clit. You gasp as he sucks it into his mouth, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“You like that, Nic? You like it when Joel sucks your clit?” Tommy has quite a filthy mouth on him, and you nod, eagerly agreeing with his statement.
“Need more, though,” You murmur, and you watch as Tommy’s eyebrows shoot up.
“Oh, yeah? Little Nicky needs more?” Tommy teases before instructing Joel to add a finger or two, and just like that, Joel’s middle finger is circling your tight, wet hole. Tapping at it, applying the lightest pressure before it sinks inside. You’re shifting continuously, trying to adjust and make room - you can't remember the last time someone penetrated you, and Joel’s finger is so thick.
“Relax, Nicky,” Joel rasps out, “I’m not going to hurt you….”
You order yourself to relax, but Joel can tell it’s still too much for you because he has to hold down your hip, stilling it, with his other hand. Once more, Joel latches his mouth to your clit, and twirls bud tongue around it. When Joel adds a second digit, you give a half-yelp. And when Joel curls his fingers, hooking them inside, pressing against that sweet spongy spot, heat floods your body.
Your hips grind into his face, desperately wanting more - no - needing more. Joel knows you are close to releasing because your walls clench around his fingers, and your moans have become more frequent and erratic. You’re begging, pleading, to cum.
He closes his eyes and plunders his way through, lapping and sucking your every fold. He’s tuning you to a rhythm that has your hips rising to meet his pistoning fingers, and that’s when Joel hits that perfect combination, unleashing a wave that swells and rolls across your body. Your back arches off the mattress, squealing, “Oh, fucking hell, Joeeeeel-”
Your core tightens, and your toes curl as bright lights burst across your shuttered eyelids. Sticky wetness pours out, covering Joel’s finger and mouth, but he doesn’t stop until you’re thrashing beneath him. Unable to take any more, you gently push him away; otherwise, you know he won’t be stopping anytime soon.
Having denied his meal, Joel gives you a sullen look with pouty lips that glisten with your nectar. You shudder at the sight and reach for Joel’s body because you need him and his cock. You tug off his boxers, springing free a heavy and lengthy cock, similar to Tommy’s. At the sight of pre-cum dribbling down from his slit, your mouth waters.
“Like what you see, Nic?” Joel rasps as his hand reaches down, closing his fist around it. He pumps it once, twice, and you swear, it’s bigger than before. Your eyes widen, thinking it’s too big - this is something you haven’t considered before. Your past partners definitely did not measure up to what your brothers are packing.
“It’s so big….” Your voice trails off, heat blossoming across your cheeks. You feel silly for asking, “Is it even going to fit?”
Joel smirks, “Oh, darlin’... that’s why Tommy goes first -”
“That’s fucking right,” Tommy growls. Suddenly, Tommy’s hands groped your body, pulling you up the mattress so you’re in its center. Joel sees your disappointment. He knows you want him to be the first, but Joel and Tommy prefer it this way. It’s not only better for them, but it’s also better for you. Tommy’s cock is the perfect starter. Meanwhile, Joel’s cock is the perfect finisher.
Tommy looks elated as he positions himself between your thighs, cock in his hand as he nudges it through your slick, wet folds. A deep, throaty moan spills out of his mouth, and he pushes his cock into your entrance. Your cunt is pliant now but still not loose enough, he comments, “Ah, what a tight fucking cunt you got, Nic,”
It hurts, but it’s a good hurt. The type that makes you want more, and so you open your thighs, making room for Tommy. His body vibrates with tension, and he glides his cock forward, sinking into wetness with a sudden thrust. Your mouth falls open, “Shit, Tommy -”
“Fucking hell, Nicky,” He groans, rolling his hips back and snapping them forward as your velvety hole welcomes every inch of him. His throat bobs, sucking in a sharp breath, “Fucking better than I could’ve ever imaged,”
“Yeah?” You reply breathlessly. You hate to admit it, but dirty-talking Tommy is doing inexplicable things to your body and mind. You need to hear more; his encouragement alone could easily drive you to another orgasm.
“Yeah, Nic - fucking perfect cunt,” Tommy drops his head against your shoulder, his cock nuzzled deep in your cunt. He’s trying to catch his breath, and he’s trying not to spill his entire load right then and there. But having you in this position, your walls suctioning all around him, is making him disintegrate.
His stomach flexes, struggling to remain composed - fuck. The lack of pussy has him weak, skirting the edge of an orgasm all too soon. He’s barely even fucked you. He’s disappointed in himself. You feel Tommy’s embarrassment, and you wrap your arms around his torso, whispering into his ear, “C’mon, Tommy… don’t you want to make my pussy feel good?”
You start rocking your hips, needing more friction than what he can give. He hisses at the movement, body trembling against yours, “Fuck me, Tommy - fuck me,” Your legs shift around, locking Tommy in place as your pussy clenches around his cock, coaxing him to move. To do something.
“You feel so good,” You lick and nip at his earlobe. He hisses in response, his hips slowly bucking to meet yours. He’s trudging forward, head hanging low, trying not to blow his entire load.
“Mmm, do you like my pussy -”
“No more talking,” Tommy tries to quell you. Eyes closed, jaw straining, “You’re gonna make me cum, talking like that,”
Cockily, you continue to spew filth at him, “Oh, yeah, Tommy? Are you gonna cum in my pussy - are you gonna come in your sister’s pussy?”
Heart pumping wildly inside his chest, Tommy’s body seizes, and his orgasm punches through. A shaky groan, gritty and low, escapes from his chest. The room fills with ragged breathing as he ejaculates his sticky seed in your cunt. As his cock twitches and empties, Tommy shudders and gasps into your shoulder.
His body presses against yours, needing momentary support as he wrestles with himself, feeling mortified at his lack of stamina. He used to go for hours; hell, girls would line up for a chance with Tommy fucking Miller. So, it takes him an extra moment to convince himself that this was just a one-off.
“Next time?” He whispers, hoping - what is the likelihood you’ll be down for another round? You plant a tender kiss against his chin, hands sweeping across his sweaty temple, repeating, “Next time,”
His eyes, full of potential, snap to yours. He gives you a sheepish smile. You know you will want more after tonight because what else is there to do in this post-apocalyptic world?
Tommy moves, and as soon as he does, Joel is there to replace his brother. You barely have time to think before Joel is raising your knees, angling them apart. Joel’s movements are quick and precise. He’s been restlessly watching you get fucked, and he’s relieved that Tommy only took five minutes because now, it’s his turn. Joel feels like he has been waiting his entire life for this moment; now, it’s here. It’s actually happening.
A giddiness rushes over Joel, and his stomach flutters with anticipation as his eyes hungrily glaze over. He’s ready, so fucking ready to give you what you deserve. Teasingly, Joel glosses the tip of his cock past your poised entrance and rubs it against your delectable wet folds that have unmistakable evidence of Tommy. Your response is a throaty groan, watching Joel mix the precum leaking from his cock with Tommy’s leftovers.
You’re feeling lightheaded, dizzy with desire. Oh, how you’ve craved Joel. You spent decades yearning for him; you went far too long feeling like a depraved little slut for wanting to fuck your step-brother. Your perverted little fantasy is finally coming true - you have him right where you want.
Joel takes the plunge, his cock nudging into your cunt. It’s almost too much. Without Tommy’s cock to start you off, Joel would’ve never fit. You peek at the point of penetration; the sight is better than anything you dreamed of. Except his cock isn’t entirely inside - not even half. Joel definitely has an extra inch or two than Tommy. You wiggle and squirm, breathing out a scattered whimper that exudes impatience.
“Joel,” You mewl, hands groping his neck and chest. You need something to hold onto because he’s starting to push against the resistance. Joel grunts as your tight velvet walls keenly greet his cock, welcoming him inside. He doesn’t stop until he has bottomed out, cock buried to the hilt. Splitting and spreading you open, almost until a breaking point where you’re gasping at being so filled. He barely moves an inch, and your walls automatically clench, sealing around him.
“Shit, Nic - Tommy’s right. Your cunt is so fucking tight,” Joel pulls out, and his hands slide to the small of your back, lifting into your body as he pushes back into molten wetness. He does this over and over, rubbing against the spot in your velvet channel. Your thighs tremble as a blissful pleasure travels up your spine. However, you ache for more friction.
Noise pitches from the back of your throat, “Harder, Joel - fuck me harder,”
And he does. He pushes your knees against your chest and tilts his hips, snapping forward with such force that you cry out, your nails digging into the side of his torso. In a matter of seconds, Joel’s thrusts have become exploratory - going from shallow to deep, reaching a point of no return as he plunders forward.
Your entire body begins pulsating, a feverish wave rolling through. A second climax is upon you, the throes of euphoria building inside your body as Joel swiftly continues, elated that he’s about to give you what you deserve. You are panting incoherent nonsense as Joel relentlessly drives his cock in and out, in and out.
He slides a hand between your bodies, quickly finding your clit and tweaking it between his finger and thumb. Your pelvis canted upwards to meet his touch. Urgently, you gasp, needing more pressure because it’s insufficient. Joel, somehow an expert in your body, does precisely that.
Joel palms your clit, sending continuous shocks across your core, making it impossible to ignore the building pressure. When you hit the peak, it’s an endless stream of obscenities. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
You thrash beneath him, thighs squeezing shut, but Joel rips them open. He charges his hips into yours, riding your orgasm out; he loves how your smooth walls flutter around his cock, milking him. Cock drenched with your juices, Joel plows, his thrusts becoming shallow and rough. He grabs your hips, trying to control them, but you continue to undulate beneath him, desperately trying to meet his rhythm because you want Joel to fill your cunt with his cum.
“Fill my pussy, Joel, fill it -” You coax him, voice reedy, hitching on the last word. Joel’s eyes shuttered close, his lashes like dark half-moons against his skin. Your pussy is persistent, swallowing his cock without resistance now.
A rush of ecstasy flits through Joel’s body, and within seconds, the tension of the coil is snapping. He loses control, and his strokes stutter out, cock surging with a powerful load of spunk that paints the inside of your cunt.
“Holy fuck, Nic,” Joel’s head snaps back, his throat shuddering as he tries to calm the carnal rush raging through his body. His cock twitches and convulses as it continues to empty weeks' worth of pent-up frustration. You marvel at the feeling of being stuffed with your brother’s warm seed, legs locking around his waist because you need every single drop.
As it ends, Joel’s energy drains. The excitement has dulled into the tranquility of release. As he gently pulls out of the warmth, his movements are sluggish. You feel the remnants of your brother's love seeping out of your gaping, used hole. Your taboo appetite has been satiated, and you’re excited about the prospect of what will happen next time. You are thinking of taking both their cocks at the same time when Joel’s voice interrupts the daydream: “Still thinking of leaving us, Nic?”
You give a breathy giggle, "No, I'm thinking about what it feels like to fuck the both of you at the same time,"
#Joel Miller x fem!reader#Tommy Miller x fem!reader#smut#joel miller smut#tommy miller smut#joel miller fanfic#tommy miller fanfic#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#tommy miller x you#tommy miller x reader#thewordypeachwrites#wpw
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could you write a 20 page essay for me about the complicated dynamic between bruce wayne and dick grayson over the past 40 years of modern comics with cited comic panels
in hindsight I should have seen this coming
I mean the real thing about being flippant in a joke post is that I do not, currently, want to write 20 cited pages about anything, even the things I am deeply passionate about. I love the benefits of no longer being in school and refuse to give them up.
BUT Bruce and Dick oooof..... It's about not defining the relationship initially, because Bruce really didn't think of himself as a father and didn't understand what taking in a kid meant, and Dick was a kid who had no interest in a "replacement" father and thought it was normal to see himself as a peer to adults. It's about things you said when you were eleven haunting you a decade later because now your dad is never really going to be your dad even when he is.
It's about dancing around the words, "that's what it's like between fathers and sons" "you know exactly who i'm the son of" and "he's like a father to me" "he's like a son to me" and "your father talks about you" "you're raising that boy in your home / you're his father" but you can't actually SAY IT not directly.
It's about how your not-father is stoic and emotionally inexpressive and refuses to say how he feels, and you're ten years old and it's funny to say hello! I am Bruce's regular person translator! and hop around him with jokes while he grunts, and make yourself the light to his dark.
And then you're eighteen and your father is stoic and emotionally inexpressive and refuses to say how he feels, and it's not really funny anymore and he will never tell you he loves you.
It's about loving this new kid, and being jealous every time he just gets to be a kid. He just gets to be a kid. He just gets to be a kid. He doesn't have to be translator partner parent caretaker brother friend pal emotional-support.
You love your dad and you never want to see him again and you want your siblings to have better and you detest him.
You hate your dad and you throw all his flaws in his face and you would defend him to your dying breath and not regret it and never once doubt he was worth it.
He made you who you are. You are going to strangle him. Your friends would support you. Everyone would support you, except your little siblings, who are unfortunately not far behind you in mixed feelings. You just know him better than anyone.
It's about being the adult child of a parent, and how that's an adjustment in the most normal of circumstances, suddenly finding yourself on more even ground with someone who was once larger than life. Except you never really got to be a kid.
You love him. He should stop hurting you. He's more proud of you than anything else he's ever done. You should really take the advice you yourself gave to your most similar younger brother and stop considering him your responsibility.
He's your dad.
(anyway i've been trying to add tags for the relationships I am most interested in, and while it only goes back a little ways, that absolutely includes bruce & dick)
#*#ask#ace-kdj#anon#*dc#dc#dc meta#dick grayson#bruce wayne#bruce & dick#how do we feel about not that at all. but a one page unedited stream of consciousness ramble instead.#10to2
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More Reading Thoughts: A Conspiracy Unmasked
Ohohoho here we go >:-D
Merry like “hmm, I can tell something’s fishy about this, but we’ll have to talk about it later”
The Brandybucks being described as “virtually a small independent country” is GreatTM X-D
“…as a matter of fact, [the Bucklanders] were not very different from the other hobbits of the Four Farthings. Except in one point: they were fond of boats, and some of them could swim.”
*Phil Dragash Merry voice intensifies* I LOVE BOATS Y’KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE BOATS SO MUCH I MEAN THEY’RE SO COOL AND BOATY AND THEY FLOAT
Aww, Sam’s already getting a bit homesick :-(
Gollummmm
Frodo: “I mean we already ate, but we could eat again.” Merry: “Say no more, fam”
Frodo seeing Bilbo’s things in the new house and being “sharply reminded” of him :-C Hello it is once again Crying About Frodo and Bilbo O’Clock
BATH SECTION YEAAAAAHHHH
“Which order shall we go in? Eldest first or quickest first? You’ll be last either way, Master Peregrin.” HAHAHA GETTIM FRODO
And Merry like “excuuuuse me, you should know by now that I’m better at planning and logistics than that; there are THREE tubs >8-D”
And Pippin splashing Frodo with the bath water 🤣 This whole section is so stinkin’ CUTE
I, too, cannot properly dry my hair until I am out of the steam in the bathroom. Frodo is the most relatable ever.
Merry has such dad energy 🤣 “You’d better clean up your mess, Pippin, before you get any supper!”
The squabbling over the mushrooms haha
Ooooohh The Talk is here
It honestly makes so much sense that Pippin is the one talking when Frodo refuses to. Frodo is trying to keep secrets, and Pippin has zero filter.
Also Merry reading Frodo like a book is SO GOOD
“You are miserable, because you don’t know how to say good-bye. You meant to leave the Shire, of course. But danger has come on you sooner than you expected, and now you are making up your mind to go at once. And you don’t want to. We are very sorry for you.”
THAT’S MY SMART BOI
I can’t wait to draw this part
“You do not understand! You must go—and therefore we must, too. Merry and I are coming with you. Sam is an excellent fellow, and would jump down a dragon’s throat to save you, if he did not trip over his own feet; but you will need more than one companion in your dangerous adventure.” Awww, Pippin!!
Also the foreshadowing, wow
Hahaha Merry presenting Sam like “TA-DA! Our chief spy!!”
Sam: “Gandalf did say to take someone you could trust, sir!” Frodo: “But I can’t trust anyone, apparently!” Sam: :-C
Oh oh oh it’s this part…!!
“It all depends on what you want. You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin - to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours - closer than you can keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo. Anyway: there it is. We know most of what Gandalf has told you. We know a good deal about the Ring. We are horribly afraid - but we are coming with you; or following you like hounds.”
MERRY MY LAD I LOVE YOU TO DEATH
That’s true friendship right there
Frodo like “I am NEVER trusting that you are actually asleep ever again” 🤣
“Three cheers for Captain Frodo and Company!” I’m going to melt 🥹
Merry once again being the G.O.A.T. by having the ponies prepared
“It seems to have been a very efficient conspiracy.” HECK YEAH IT WAS
I love that Fatty has barely talked through the whole chapter except to blurt “NOT THE OLD FOREST” at the very end
Merry continues to have Dad Energy by breaking up the almost-argument between Pippin and Fatty
Oooof the dream about the Sea…
#FINALLY ANOTHER CHAPTER REVIEW#bet y’all thought we’d never get out of ‘a shortcut to mushrooms’ lol#shortcuts make long delays indeed#meriadoc brandybuck#merry#samwise gamgee#frodo baggins#peregrin took#pippin#fatty bolger#lord of the rings#lotr#my writing#chapter review
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Looks like Posh woke up and chose violence! Lol... Meghan must have thoroughly pissed her off in the past few weeks, this Beckham snub news isn't dying anytime soon. Posh is a national treasure, I tell you!
And David ... Oooof ... Man certainly deserves a knighthood now.
Jokes aside, I'm appalled at how Harry treated David for no good reason other than that Meghan didn't want to be upstaged. WTF!
Mooching off of the Beckhams before marriage then turning around and accusing posh of leaking to the press. Then asking Harry to scold David over the phone. Then not inviting them to the reception dinner. Not talking to them. Then inviting David to promote Invictus and when the whole family lands in Sydney, just ignoring them! Forcing Posh to go against her company policy and insisting on getting free clothes and then ghosting them. Wat the actual fuck!
Btw, in the last Deux moi podcast episode, a Sussex spokesperson acted as a close source and Deux was insisting that the couple is still friends but don't get together as much because of different countries. And it's stupid of public to assume they arnt friends just because they don't get clicked. Acc too Deux, the source told her, both couples are very close but also very private, so meet privately all the time and don't publicize their friendship. 2 days later Tom Bower gave details of the falling out. Lol
The part that really ticked me off the most if that Harry didn't even have the decency to spare a few minutes to meet with David in private. Would it have killed him to take 5 minutes out of his dumb day to say hello and explain the situation?
Meghan and Harry are fucking grifters of the highest order. But then again all malignant narcs are.
I love that the likes of the Bidens and Beckhams are publicly fighting back against the lies of Harry and Meghan.
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Hmm...when was the first kick felt? Cuz it would be cute if the fam were present.
Maybe even the baby having a kick pattern when hearing a fam member speak?
But that joy will go away when the baby starts using Macs innards for his tap dancing routine at random and a lot XP
OOOOF
First time "The Egg"/MK starts kicking is after a... stressful situation half-way through development. Well, more like after a Quest to sever a debt to an undead entity (hint hint).
The kicking reinforces the idea in both monkeys minds that "Its an actual baby! Not a celestial parasite!" Lots of delighted monkey trills and cuddling follows.
I'm sorta mixing irl macaque biology with human a bit here since both Wukong and Macaque are legit outside the natural order according to JttW. The whole thing takes 8+ months.
But yeah, the Egg has a specifc kick pattern/strength depending on what voices/hands it detects.
Macaque: "hi Mom! all good in here!" :D
Wukong: "DAD!!! DAD!! HI DAD!!!" :D!!
Pigsy: "hello!" :D!
Sandy: "hi! your hand is very big and warm!" :3!
Tang: "oh. its you" -_-
Mei, barely a few months old, resting against Mac's stomach: "OH? Fellow baby!? Sibling!? Hi!" :O!
Nezha: *playfully throws a punch*
Meanwhile poor Mac is just like; "Guys please. He's using my organs as instruments. I'm pretty sure he's kicked my liver twice now."
sorry its all very sappy and domestic (*´∀`*)
#the monkey king and the infant#the monkey king and the infant au#lmk shadowpeach au#shadowpeach#lmk au#pregnancy tw#Sun Wukong and Macaque are MK's parents#dad sun wukong#dad macaque#momcaque#shadowpeach being parents#lmk tmkati au story events
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hello! iirc blane is colombian, so i wanted to ask: have you thought about developing a bit more on that? as a colombian myself i'd love to see more about that
oooof i'm going to have to say no. not because i don't want to explore this side but because of Blane's lack of connection to their colombian heritage, which you'll understand more of in the next couple of chapters.
like with Rylan, however, i do eventually want to dive a little deeper and help these characters reconnect with their backgrounds. not in full detail, maybe, but to some capacity <3
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The Sign Episode 7 Thoughts
Showing abs is apparently necessary for good art (taking notes)
Okay but are they talking about having him paint him, make love, or kill him and make him a part of the art (they keep showing the art tools like torture tools)
That love scene was really beautiful, love the way it makes the art very visceral. The way it's framed reminds me a bit of Hannibal and the way bodies there are framed as art.
Ah so we are intentionally blurring the lines here between love making, art, and potential murder--cause the scene of him washing off the paint is pulled straight from a crime thriller. I like the contrast between the red paint and the blue lighting.
Interesting bathroom, the shot is really pretty, but logistically how do you shower without getting everything wet. The mirror is really interesting though. Practically it's a good way to make sure he gets all the paint off. But it also highlights how alone he is here, with only his own reflection to keep him company.
Yai why are you trying to stop Tharn from saving someone?
These guys are so bad at working, meanwhile Yai is telling Tharn not to get distracted from the job they're already all not doing
Oh I like the way the actor plays Mr. Montree. A lot of actors would overplay the sinister aspect to make sure the audience really gets it, but instead of any tension in his voice or body language, he comes across quite genuine and warm in his responses. We can still pick up the tension if we observe the captain and read between the lines of what he's saying. Nice!
Tharn, darling, maybe don't tip the guy off! I'm glad Yai told him that was stupid
Ah hello again Nat's abs!
Interesting that most of the guests are in black, white, or beige, but Mr. Montree is in blue and Phaya's grandma is in red. Of course those are the colors used in the painting and earlier with Art. It makes sense that Mr. Montree would stand out, but I'm curious why Phaya's grandma in particular. Will she become more important? Is she related to Mr. Montree in some way?
I'd love to know more about the artists and art they used for this episode. There's some really gorgeous pieces
Oh no a broken statue I'm getting Shadow flashbacks
Wait why would they detain Art? It was clearly an accident
Dr. Chachacha stepping up to say Art is his patient, what is this Hannibal? Dr. Chalecter over here! It's got to be an influence right? Cause I was getting similar vibes in the opening scenes too
I wonder if hysteria as a term has the same connotations as it does in Western psychiatry. Like is it still a term that's used medically? Or is it clearly outdated? If it's the later, why doesn't that raise any eyebrows? Either way it fits with his sinister role in the story and the way he riles Phaya up to cause problems and make it seem like Phaya is dangerous or hysterical. Say Art is hysterical and off his meds and you can discredit him. How much of that is Dr. Chalecter using some sort of power on people is hard to say.
Huh, even after that back and forth, I'm not quite sure what the show's perspective is here on mental illness. They aren't necessarily pushing back on the idea that it can make you dangerous, even if there's some nuance added. Though Dr. Chalecter did get in a funny burn telling Phaya: you're not mentally ill, your personality just sucks.
Okay I get that Phaya is acting like an idiot because he's scared, but my patience is a little thin. It's just not a dynamic I enjoy. I'm kind of hoping it really is Dr. Chalecter's doing.
Oooof Dr. Chalecter is over here distinguishing "normal" people vs mentally ill people. Rich and ableist! Despite the copganda the show is at least giving us evil psychiatrists.
No don't bring the charismatic psychiatrist into your police investigation! It's like the captain hasn't even seen Hannibal!
Did Kao's body get put into the art and that's why they can't find him?
Okay I guess I'm glad it wasn't portrayed as him killing out of madness or mental illness, that's a relief.
Tharn's visions are getting super convenient and helpful now. I like the touch of focusing on the clock in the flashback
Imagine being the poor cab driver. You pick up a guy with a bleeding neck and instead of going to the hospital he asks you to drop him somewhere sketchy
Why would you sit in the car to get evidence? Wouldn't that disrupt things?
These two have no chill, why are they bickering in front of everyone's salad. Also not sure why we needed a montage of the meeting.
Kitty Kitty Kitty Kitty!!!
Oh Phaya's little meow to deflect, adorable!
Huh the grandma's comments about not understanding people's motivations and everyone losing their minds are troubling. Feels in line with what the episode seems to be bringing up around mental illness. Even with Tharn's response, I'm not really sure what the show is trying to say about the topic. Kind of similar to last week's take on justice.
Kitty makes the perfect transition shot!
Interesting how the final scenes between Phaya and Tharn here mirror Art and Kao but with very different endings. Both begin in spaces where Art and Phaya make and display their art. Tharn and Kao are invited into these intimate spaces. But the couple's follow opposite trajectories--one betraying that intimacy (Kao) and the other (Thar) deciding to take a leap of faith and trust in it.
Art and Kao make love in a scene that may have just been a fantasy, but, real or not, the scene has a dream-like aesthetic that is edging into nightmare. We then learn they fought and separated.
In contrast, Phaya and Tharn talk, resonate with each other emotionally and come together. They then make love. Like, Art and Kao's love scene, there's a fantastic quality, but this one stays out of nightmare territory.
The mirrors are particularly notable. We end with mirror's capturing Phaya and Tharn together, intimate. While we began with Art in his bathroom, the mirrors highlighting how alone he is.
A final thought: It has been 4 weeks since Sand has graced our screens, now we must wait at least a week more and that is a true crime!
#thought i'd start writing some reactions to shows rather than just meta#though i definitely slipped into meta at the end there anyway lol#the sign the series#the sign#the sign episode 7#the sign spoilers#my posts#my reactions
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Hello!!!! Feel free to answer any one/combination of these questions that you want you. I'll be excited to see your answers. Hope you're having a good day!
Reynie, Sticky, Kate, and Constance
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?
20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?
23. Favorite picture of this character?
Quincey Morris
22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?
25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?
6. What's something you have in common with this character?
2. Reynie - I love how relatable he is, especially when he doubts himself, such as when he worries he's a bad person for liking the Whisperer (never mind that it operates similar to a drug) or when he fears he is bad for thinking they should cheat on tests. I also LIVE for his unhinged moments, like in TPJ when he yeets Noland's radio and later, Risker's diamond into the water. Like, Reynie, you absolute cinnamon roll, what are you doing??????
Sticky - that he's canonically very HandsomeTM and can pull anyone he wants!!! I love that for him, he deserves it. They just have to understand his love language of obscure words first...(oh and also he's braver than he thinks but you asked for my personal favorites and that's definitely mine)
Kate - Basically everything -- she's my favorite character overall -- but I think it's her positivity in the face of danger, her ability to bounce back from everything she's faced in her life. One line that still sticks with me is when Reynie says "'It's not funny, Kate.' For a moment - a fleeting moment - Kate looked desperately sad. 'Well, of course it's not funny, Reynie Muldoon. But what do you want me to do? Cry?'” It could come off as a little toxic positivity, but I feel like it's done in a way where that's just her personality, where she's not trying to influence others to act the same way, and I love that!!! I lean towards the optimistic side like her and it makes me happy to see someone like that in a book series I love so much.
Constance - definitely her sass and that one monologue in Riddle of Ages where she finally snaps after feeling excluded the whole book...not to mention feeling hurt Reynie thought she was annoying (even though she knew that was a temporary thought and NOT his true feelings)...oooof...that hurt, I can relate Connie girl :(
5. This is actually super hard!! I love music and I love MBS but for some reason I've never really associated the two together. Weird right? Here's my best shot!
As a group - Right Back to Where We Started From by Maxine Nightingale (because they need a feel-good family bop)
Reynie - Under Pressure by Queen ft. David Bowie (to describe his pressure as the leader)
Sticky - Lonely by Imagine Dragons (to describe his anxiety)
Kate - I'm Still Standing by Elton John (to describe her bouncing back from hardship)
Constance - I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy (to describe her stubborn nature -- plus I like to listen to this when I'm mad so it fits lol)
20. Reynie - if we're talking show, definitely SQ!!! I feel like they're both introspective and kind-hearted, and they would've made great bffs had things been different. In the books, to spice things up, I would've loved to see a young Nicholas and Reynie meet up -- they definitely would have been besties since as an adult, Nicholas always seems to know what Reynie is thinking. I do think they would still need someone like John to stand up for them since Nicholas had that gaggle of bullies on his back and he didn't Home Alone them/somehow persuade them to back off until later.
Sticky - For the books, a young Number Two. They're alike in a lot of ways and it just makes sense :) (not that they can't be besties at their current ages, but this is for adventuring possibilities, like with Nicholas). As for show Sticky, I think it would be highly entertaining if Jackson and Jillson had taken a liking to him while he's at LIVE. They find his intelligence and wit interesting and he's a favorite of Curtain so they start following him around too. At first, Sticky hates this but with time he starts to enjoy their harmonious presence, and how they seem to know what he's thinking. An ideal friendship? Maybe not. But certainly unique. I’d also love to see how this affects season 2.
23. Kate and Constance - the very talented @magic-swords-art drew this image of Kate and Constance after I asked and I can't stop thinking about it!!! 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️
Now you wanted to hear about my boi QUINCEY “THE COWBOY” MORRIS!!!
22. I actually don't read fics of Dracula (even though I know I should) but I guess something I don't like in actual movie adaptations of the story is when they leave him out, which is unfortunately most of them. Like hello????? You're leaving the most fun character out????!!!!! What's wrong with y'all?!?! I know it's because it's a Serious Story and they think having a cowboy will ruin that but newsflash: comedy can exist in a drama, it's been done before. Plus, the Dracula musical made it work. I don't see the issue here.
25. I saw the musical my freshman year of high school and one of my friends played Quincey. My first thought was, “there’s a COWBOY?!?!!?!?!?!” They definitely made him even more of a comic relief in the musical so that was fun to experience, but he didn’t get much more than that, iirc. Then, years later, I would read Dracula Daily and get to Quincey introduction. My first thought was, “THERE’S A COWBOY?!?!?” That’s right, I forgot this fact! Though as I read the book, I totally love what Stoker did with his character. For Quincey being a total stereotype of what a Texas cowboy is, Stoker still gives us ways to follow this character’s growth in an interesting way. Sure he starts as another suitor of Lucy, but when things get serious, Quincey does too. He actually knows what to do to hunt Dracula down (he is a cowboy after all and they did have to defend their cattle from various predators) and his role as comic relief gets pushed to the wayside so it doesn’t change the tone too much (see Dracula adaptations?!). You really feel for him and love him as the book goes on and you don’t want to see anything bad happen to this character. So tl;dr my impression is rootin’-tootin’ cowboy with a heart of gold. 🤠💛
6. So I feel like I am also the Comic ReliefTM in my friend group (though they’re also funny, I’m usually cracking jokes 95% of the time) and while that’s great, it can lead to outside people underestimating me or seeing me as frivolous/ditzy. I feel like that’s why Quincey keeps getting pushed to the wayside by movie adaptations— they see his character as not worth the trouble, even though I think audiences would absolutely love him given the chance. I mean look at Dracula Daily!! There were so many Quincey memes and love. In fact he’s in my top three fave characters (I’m sorry, he’s beat by Mina the train fiend)! So I guess we kind of have that in common. On a more fun note, his proposal was S-Tier and I hope to propose to someone, or be proposed to, with that same level of goofy sincerity. :P Oh, and I say “y’AlL” so we have that in common as well.
Thank you for the ask, Sophie, this was super fun!!
#I hope you have enjoyed this deep dive into my psyche#I’m sorry I wasn’t able to answer every question but I tried!#this was so much fun!!!!#thank you again Sophie <333#mbs#mbs disney#dracula daily#mysterious benedict society#tmbs#the mysterious benedict society#bram stocker's dracula#dracula
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Step by Step EP9
S is for SUFFERING (hello, Jeng)
The actor is so fit! Looking respectfully.
I can't handle this much pining in the room.
This man is insanely handsome. Oh my god.
Oooof. First Be my Favourite then this. Stop breaking my heart in this way!
I don't exactly follow Pat's way of thinking but anyway.
Jaab might be a spoilt little brother, but he's a good one too.
WHY ARE YOU SO SURPRISED, ASSHOLE?
Hahaha, Pat is NOT feeling it.
Was there a time jump? Ae has already given birth. If it hadn't been for her, I'd have missed it.
What does it mean?????
:(((((((((
OH THEY WILL BE TOGETHER IN THE NEXT EPISODE
The scene in the car looks HOT
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Lena: We have a problem!
Violet: You mean beyond the fact that we were unceremoniously ejected from a flying aircraft and are now plummeting rapidly towards the Earth?
Lena: My magic- it's not working! I think I drained it again or something!!
Violet: Perfect.
Lena: Perfect!?
Violet: I now have a solution to both our problems.
Lena: What the heck does that m- OOOOF!
Violet: Say hello to Webbigail for me.
Lena: VIOLET-!!!
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June: Webby, quick midair question-
May: Do you trust us.
Webby: Well you lied to me and manipulated my friends and attacked me and tried to abduct me and were created and raised by evil people who wanted to hurt my family- so uh, yeah! Sure why not!!!
June: Oh good! Because Lena just gave us these wrist string things-
May: -and we owe her one for cutting that other string thing.
Webby: You mean the red string that I used to connect her picture to mine? The one she literally blew up over after watching it get severed?
June: That's the one!
May: Tell her "sorry" from us, okay?
June: And not to worry about Violet- we'll be hanging out with her until she's done.
Webby: Done? Done with wh- AARGH!
May: Sorry for kicking you and also you're welcome!
Webby: Thank you but why-???
Webby: Lena!
Lena: Webby!?
Webby: Oh wow I tried running scenarios of this conversation on the way to F.O.W.L. but they always involved more time to think and less falling from the sky-
Lena: I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Webby!
Webby: -what?
Lena: I- I got all jealous and possessive again, just like you and Vi's first sleepover-
Webby: Lena-
Lena: It was stupid and dumb! I was-
Webby: No, no you weren't! June and May were TRYING to split us up- they were literally sent by F.O.W.L. to do that, and I almost-
Lena: What, gave them the same chance you gave me?
Webby: ...alright fine, you win that point. But-
Lena: No.
Webby: Hmm okay. Even so-
Lena: No, that's not- look- I get what it's like having a sister now. I've got Vi, and it's awesome. It's the best thing EVER. You deserve that too. Okay?
Webby: O-okay.
Webby: ..... you made them friendship bracelets.
Lena: Yeah. I- that's what I should've done from the start.
Webby: It was really sweet, super kind, they definitely needed that! BUT- I know the whole bracelet thing started with me- I mean- I was the one that tied a string between our pictures on the great big board of relationships! But...
Lena: ... but?
Webby: I don't think we need a piece of string to keep us together.
Lena:
Lena: oh
Webby: We don't... Right?
Lena: ... yeah.
Webby: Aww, don't cry.
Lena: I'm- I'm not. It's the stupid wind-
Webby: OH RIGHT WE'RE STILL FALLING hey how's your magic?
Lena: Uhhh-
Webby: Right right I was worried about that, we really need to make sure you can have stable magic even if you're arguing with your friends- but we're short on time right now! So!!
Webby: ~Mwah~
Lena: wh-EBBY????
Webby: Glow, my beautiful angelic sorceress! Go save our respective shamelessly scheming little sisters!
Lena: I- you-
Lena: ...
Lena: N-nice.
Webby: Oh oh a FISTBUMP! We haven't done that since-!
Lena: The night we met, yeah. Wanna blow it up?
Webby: Sound effects or for real??
Lena: Oh we can totally do both this time.
Webby: YES! Can you try exploding me in the direction of the boys and Scrooge!?
Lena: Anything for you, Pink. Ready?
Webby: READY!
Lena: Ka-pwish.
Webby: BOOM!
Lena: Pop pop pop-
Webby: Neyooooooooo~
Lena: Kra-KOOM!
Webby: WOO HOO!!! Call me! Oh and tell June and May thanks for kicking me!!
Lena: I will!
Lena: ...I ..... definitely will... once I stop feeling like I just exploded...
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Violet: Greetings, sorceress. You seem especially shiny today.
Lena: Don't. Ask.
Violet: Very well. I shall observe.
Violet: I see that your magic has miraculously recovered.
Lena: Ugh.
June: Does that happen every time Webby kisses you on the cheek?
Lena: ..I don't know.
May: Oh duck please tell me that wasn't the first-
Lena: HELLO! Thank you for flying with Sky Sorcery Services! This is your sorceress speaking! Would everyone PLEASE stay quiet until we've safely landed so I can get as far away from you all as possible??
Violet: Away from everyone except Webbigail I presume.
Lena: You know what? I've changed my mind, little sisters are the WORST.
June: Thanks!
Violet: We do try.
May: I count as a little sister too, right? June??
June: Heheh.
May: June tell me I'm a little sister too now and I have immunity- Why are you smirking!? JUNE-
#Ducktales (2017)#Weblena#Violet Sabrewing#May and June Duck#Lena#Webby Vanderquack#Sabrewing Sisters#incorrect quotes#silly#in a world where it takes a very VERY long time to fall
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A conversation that may or may not have happened if the Duke had declared war...
Ædan: Come on Ædric you've got to help me!!! D:
Ædric: Ask Helene for help :)
Alternatively:
Ædan: Well... I may have caused a war and have my brother cut all ties with me, but I at least have Helene!
Helene: *Left him after hearing about the war. May never return*
Hello Anon!
Ædan: Come on Ædric you've got to help me!!! D:
Ædric: Ask Helene for help :)
With how stubborn Ædan is, this would've happened when they were down to their last day of supplies 🥲
Ædan: Well... I may have caused a war and have my brother cut all ties with me, but I at least have Helene!
Helene: *Left him after hearing about the war. May never return*
Oooof 🥲
(By the way, did anyone else get Paris and Helen and Trojan war vibes from the scenario? Because I saw it while I was answering the ask and now I can't unsee it 😅)
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HI YES HELLO ARE YOU THERE? Right, please RUN do not WALK to go ready this fantastic 'What if Daemon and Rhea Royce ended up having kids' AU because um hi, yes, I'm obsessed. I'm in love. I mean, okay, I've always loved The Roycegaryen kids since being introduced to them last summer. I would die for the Roycegaryen kids (they are even making a cameo in Maiden even though there's no Daemon relationship there they are just that fucking good) and I support all their successes and their crimes. Oooof this is... just such a high caliber AU series, with a flourishing, expansive cast that evokes GRRM at his best.
THE ROYCES! HOUSE ROYCE! So many cousins! Baratheon representation! So many stories and connections. It's a Charlie Day Board of who is tied to who and just goes the extra mile to make this world feel so alive.
This is not a pro-Daemon fic. He is seen through the eyes of his three eldest children which makes things rough, but I definitely feel that it's in character for an angry, abandoned, highly emotional 16 year old who was sent away and then had kids and that's all really fucking complicated.
I think what I love most about this story is the quality of it and that quality is consistent through all my favorite things. The worldbuilding is fantastic. Misa knows Westeros, she understands the houses, and the politics. One of my AU frustrations is when people go 'what if' and then... don't account for the full butterfly effect (and I mean that on a 'they don't change anything' way, not a 'you didn't account for EVERYTHING AND ALL THE TINY DETAILS' way because there's a lot and it's fic). The implications of what it would mean for Daemon to have children, and for Daemon to also have a son is fully taken into account.
The characters. The characters. THE CHARACTERS. First off, hi, yeah, I would take Misa's masterclass course on writing kids because kids are fucking difficult and they feel so real. We spend the first 5/6 chapters dealing with 7-14 year old Yorick and Ella, and Rhaenyra and Alicent and Laenor and Laena. They feel like children. They are full of hope and imagination and bossiness and not understanding how to talk about things. I'm not one who likes going through the 'let's start when they're kids' phases because it's just rarely well done. This? this is well done. This is complex and complicated and innocent and christ almighty, it's just so good.
These characters are imperfect. They have tempers, they fuck up, they make mistakes, they are not always the victim, they are the victim! they can be the villain! They can be the heroes. It's real. These characters feel real. I feel confused that this is not, in fact, how the first half of watching House of the Dragon went, or why are they not in Fire and Blood? I am invested in a cast of OCs in a way I haven't been in awhile because yes, this cast is Majorly OC Centric in the best possible way. (of course, we'll see the TargTower kids coming up) but wow. yeah. I need to sit down and think about my own sense of writing and what I juggle and handle and suddenly I am just terribly inspired.
Hello, yes, I'm filing adoption paperwork for Yorick, Ella, and Aemon. They are mine now. Or should I say, I will share them, because I need @selfproclaimedunicorn to come back from planning hiatus and I am *so annoyed* that I do not have more to read.
#misa tag#team green fic#house royce#house royce fic#hotd fic#other's fic#other's ocs#this story is so amazing#it's going on the shelf with Haunt Me#as my favorites of All Time
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Hello Cici 💐 I wanted to ask, what was your favorite scene that you've written for Red Flags? And for Eyem?
OOOOH!!! 💐 anon that is such a fun question!! Thank you for asking me this.
For Red Flags
My favorite scene is when reader asks Steven about the cuffs, thinking it's a kinky sex thing and Steven's utter confusion about it. It' misunderstanding trope but instead of conflict just absolute dumbassery that leads to a sex scene, the humour in that moment is one of my favorite things I've written. I saw a meme when I first watched Moon Knight talking about how if someone that looked like Steven had that in their bedroom, it would not be a red flag for them but a green flag and it made me laugh so much that it inspired the whole story.
My second favorite scene is when Marc comes to ask reader for help with replacing Gus and she suggests snipping its fins and Marc is horrified. Again it was a scene that I had in mind when I first decided to write Red Flags, and the idea of this cool demeanoured mercenary would be horrified by animal abuse is something that I thought was so damn funny but also endearing and it was a blast to write their interaction togetehr.
For EYEM
oooof so so damn many. I think if you held me under gunpoint and forced me to pick it'd be when reader feeds Miguel coffee cake and he gets drunk. The image of this big 6'9 man knocking down furniture and plates cause he's drunk in your tiny apartment will never not be hysterical to me, and Miguel trying to argue back that coffee cake doesn't have to contain coffee -- his stubborness, his embarrassment was a blast to write -- and then of course my favorite thing to do in the world, do a tone switch from the humour of that to drop everyone into utter emotional devastation when he mistakes you for his version of you.
I love that scene/chapter an insane amount.
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MAJOR, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR GENLOSS EPISODE: THE CHOICE
hello! these are my reactions and thoughts as i watched the third, and final, part of generation loss! not really an analysis, tho it does have some of my theories that were developed as i was watching. enjoy i suppose, lol
ok this is dope opening footage
who the hell is the mask person just walking around??? why are they in a mall??? hello???
does mask persons mask have the showfall symbol on it because i genuinely can’t tell lmao
ENHANCE
ok well it’s still just as blurry as before because like. obviously. but i’m almost positive their mask DOES have the showfall symbol on it. cool 😎
why are there so many mask people actually
are they like. guards?? is this fnaf: security breach??? thas crazy lmao
why was that one wearing a fedora 😂
also this dynamic camera shot is low key making me motion sick lmao, even if it is super cool
that’s a super helpful directory right there yep!
ah yes, the smoke gala, my favorite
why did that one showfall symbol on the glass look like it was painted in blood or something and how did they get it so neat. did they paint it on w a stencil using blood instead of paint. i need answers
oop hello ranboo
ok finally ranboo took off the bundle of like wires or paper clips or whatever that was dangling from their neck, i was wondering what that was lol
ohhhh ranboo trying to talk to the person filming is super cool
who the hell is talking to them rn lmao
hello hacker guy
his name is HEDGE?? did i mishear that
ok so i was right! when the mask is glowing red it means he’s being controlled
also i didn’t even know ranboo here was able to take off their mask. i thought it was like. attached to them or something.
ok i’m genuinely like on the edge of my seat lol
oooof ranboo is finally realizing that the people who died are like actually dead! yikes lmao
those are some pretty good effects for the blood tho like that looked pretty real all things considered. or like it’s the right color more or less
aaaaaand there’s the grappling with morals and survivors guilt and trying to reconcile being under someone else’s control while simultaneously realizing that the things you did while under said control was at least somewhat responsible for like, what, four? at least? people’s deaths!
….i feel like hedge or whatever he’s called is like for sure lying. i mean i know at least some of the people are in some capacity still alive but ALSO. i feel like he’s lying to ranboo to keep him from just leaving lmao. also i feel like that exit door prolly wouldn’t have worked anyway so whatever
this is such a cool setting btw, the amount of work that must’ve gone into this is insane. and also the soundtrack is phenomenal
i’m like super sus on this hacker guy lmao
UHHH YEAH I AGREE WHAT IS THAT???
‘it’s locked up, it’s secure, don’t worry about it ^^’ homeslice that thing is behind the least secure covering i’ve seen in my life. that thing looked flimsy as hell
i feel like this hacker might not know what he’s doing
i did not catch any of what that hacker said he needed, in one ear and out the other
‘..are these people, or machines, or-‘ uhhh i think the answer to that is YES.
i feel like i’m about to get jumpscared lmao
i feel like these guys won’t be ‘pretty much harmless’ in a bit tee hee
ranboo sure is going through it huh
‘how long have i been here’ i’m not sure you’ve ever left, buddy.
also, showfall SET UP MISSING POSTERS for ranboo on the OFF CHANCE HE ESCAPED??? BRUH. absolutely bizarre behavior
the fucking whiteboard in the corner with basically the plot of the series so far 😂
‘DAY 2 PLAN!!
-puzzle
-electric chair
-audience will chose
two plus two equals five
-black light closet
decoy “planned case of death” ‘
along w a couple doodles and some other stuff i couldn’t quite make out so that’s cool lol
ranboo is ahac- assigned hero at construction
i’m like convinced gl!ranboo is not like a full flesh and blood human being, homeslice is a lab baby for sure
oh there’s a day one plan whiteboard too but it wasn’t completely shown
imagine being payed to sit in a room completely still for however long lmao
did one of the people standing in the window leave?? 😂
oh that’s such a cool way to incorporate the viewer interaction or whatever again, with the hacker intentionally seeking them out for their input and ranboo being completely against it because ‘they might try to kill me’. i’m not gonna say it’s foreshadowing, BUT- it’s like for sure foreshadowing not a doubt about it lmao
lmao ranboo this is why you always listen to chat, they’re always right without fail /j
but honestly the audience hasn’t steered him wrong so far for the most part, at least for like the puzzles and stuff
oop bye hacker
oh he’s called hetch (?)
oop the people are moving around now that’s ominous
oh god the security
welp :D
that’s not good ^^
I CAN HEAR CHARLIE JN THE BACKGROUND MY BOY WHERE ARE YOU
i admire those people’s ability to just completely not break character to this tall person running up to them and desperately trying to get their attention lmao
the headphones probably help lol
ok what the actual hell is charlie literallt even saying right now 😂
the amount of times i’ve said that should be concerning but honestly i’m just resigned to it at this point. that’s my streamer 💔
sup my dude lmao
LMAO RANBOO JUST BREAKING CHARLIES CAMERA 😂
charlie sounds so fucking confused and sad nooo
ok genuinely i do not understand how the puzzler died AT ALL. literally what even happened there
i can’t get over how much taller ranboo is than charlie, charlie looks itty bitty but he could also just straight up deck me so i’m getting mixed signals here XD
charlie is such a good actor i’m losing my mind
that is a very big mall lmao
i like just noticed that piercing alarm noise ouch my ears
SUBA hell yeah
ah yes, jake’s, my favorite store
i’m surprised they actually found a functioning directory
oop. that’s a corpse
OOP THATS A SPOOKSTER YIKES RUN RUN RUN RUN LMAO
i should not be watching this at like 2am lmao
du du du du minecraft minehunt that’s crazy
CHARLIE PARKOUR AWAY I BELIEVE IN YOU XD
charlie has an axe what will he do
ranboo with a knife what will they do
(im pretty sure i know what they’ll do with that knife 😅)
charlie has died a lot yeah lmao
charlie w a frying pan what will he do XD
yeahhhhh i had a feeling they wouldn’t just be able to leave lol
that cameraman got moves tho lmao, mad respect
oof running up stairs, ouch
‘OH WHY DIDNT GOD GIVE ME LONGER LEGS’ mood, charlie, mood
yeah i’m sure they’ll be able to emotionally process this later lmao
oop hacker is dead
oop never mind yikes
…yeah it’s just a flesh wound i’m sure he’ll be fine 😅
that dye is not gonna wash out of that guys hand easily yikes. fake blood can be a bitch to get out of things lmao
ALSO I WAS RIGHT, ranboo and charlie and all the others aren’t actual humans technically!
diversity win! you and your friends are artificially created humanoids designed to play a role in horrific death games for the mundane entertainment of a faceless audience!
ok so the hacker is called hetch? cool
i’m also like mostly certain that the hacker is grizzly im pretty sure. maybe. i’m not great w voices i’ll be honest lol
oop. ranboos just committed a murder lmao
baby’s first kill in cold blood, i’m so proud 🥰 /j
charlie looks awfully blasé about the stabbing that occurred right in front of him
THE LOOK HE GAVE RANBOO XD
why’d ranboo ditch the knife bro they might need that later :(
goddd the soundtrack is literally so good tho
OH THATS WHY RANBOO SAID THAT THERE WAS A WEIRD PAINTINF, I WAS RIGHT, IT WAS IN REFERENCE TO SEEING ‘the fourth wall’, THATS SO COOL
oop bye bye charlie 😭
i feel like homeboys about to get eviscerated and like actually disemboweled this time
omegalul 😂
RANBOO GET THE BUTTON GET THE BUTTON GEY THE BUTTON
HELL YEAH
NEVERMIND
THIS PROBABLT ISNT GOOD 😅
uhhhh sup buddies tee hee
oh they’ve stopped moving that’s good
conveniently placed button
i mean not convenient enough i guess cuz like charlie is currently bleeding out or something but THATS BESIDES RHE POINT
i’ve almost managed to convince myself this has like a somewhat happy ending
aaaaaand never mind
the way my stomach genuinely fucking DROPPED when i saw that guy appear in the doorway immediately after ranboo bowed jesus christ my heart
i reiterate i absolutely should NOT be watching this at 2am yet my hubris knows no bounds
and also now my cat is meowing at my door bruhhh stop ruining the ending of this for me, max /j
the immeasurable dread in my gut right now, yall 😅
bye bye ranboo 👋
BOXED LIKE A FISH RANBOOS BOXED LIKE A FIS- *gets shot*
i fucking KNEW hetch was a goddamn bootlicker!!
fuck you hetch!!!
oh oof what happened to their mask :(
i knew this goddamn audience interactive element was gonna bite me in the ass jesus christ
ranboo is fucking stellar at acting which is why i can safely say i am in absolute goddamn shock!
oh homeslice is just straight up crucified wow
i wonder if there was any alternate ending or if the vote was precast to always end the way it did. because i know how this ends, and it is not a happy ending. i don’t think there was ever any way it COULDVE been a happy ending. this was always a tragedy, and the hero is always doomed by the narrative
oh just the abrupt and complete SILENCE upon the box closing, before it slowly zooms out and the theme fades in and swells as the blood drips down from the box??? holy shit that’s so fucking cool
the way this entire thing was directed and performed is a goddamn masterpiece, this was phenomenal and an absolute blast all the way through!!! i’m so so so glad i watched this and i so so so wish i had watched it earlier
i’m in shock y’all that was so cool
this is definitely going on my list of all time favorite pieces of horror media!! mannnn that was done so unbelievably well i’m absolutely blown away!!
i can’t wait to just lose my mind about this for the next like. forever i suppose
i can’t wait to analyze this dude i’m so excited!!!!!!!
#dandy talks#genloss#generation loss spoilers#generation loss#genloss ranboo#genloss slimecicle#genloss charlie#generation loss slimecicle#generation loss ranboo
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hello! i first wished to say that your awtdy au is such a cool concept and your art is astounding to look at!!! the way that you draw mk and gk's wings (honestly how you draw them is like candy to the eyes) is something that i will take as a reference for my own drawings, and your headcannons of magolor and bandee's relationship is very cute to look at <33 (also your magolor design is just chef's kiss AJSJAHSJA) and i wanted to ask what font do you use for your comics? it just goes very well with your drawings and it also looks very nice to look at
waaa thank you so much for all the kind words!! auuoohghh oooof wuhghgghhh i'm so touched that you like all these things in particular because they're all things that are specifically important to me, so this just went straight to my heart (and my ego a little bit. lil bit...)
as for the font i use, it's my faaaavourite comicing font, it's called SS Pretzel and you can get it here on the creator's kofi! it's totally free by an indie designer (who also created the infamous Soapy Hands) but tip if you can; creating typefaces is actually extremely hard and unappreciated work!
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