#empire!verse

Y ACA OTROOO Q ACABO DE HACER! :'3

Recorded us playing Match Game or whatever it's called while high, about 14 minutes

If you can trim it down to below 10, TikTok. If you can't, [email protected]' YouTube.

Phantom is the one doing this.

Getting in the Head of Bobby Fulbright?

Dang that would be a cool fanfic idea. Like. Each little goofy thing he did to throw Simon off his trail? Bc no one knew Phantom better than Blackquill.

Ohhhh. Mitchel playing as Jazz and Jazz playing as Mitchel? Like, is this really how I would act in this situation?

Heavy is the Crown being the movie they're actors in?

That's based on my Empire Verse?

And Jazz and Mitchel are playing themselves (well, Jazz is the one who is actually Mitchel; Mitchel is the one who is actually Jazz).

But I gotta write actual Heavy is the Crown first so I can do the fic version? Oh hell yeah that tracks.

Btw 1000000% going with the Steven/Savin being written off. Jazz who is actually absolutely destroyed, Jazz. Jazz who slept with Mitchel just to spite Steven, damn well knowing that Steven actually wants to fuck Mitchel more than he does. Like, yeah, he wants to fuck Mitchel. Mitchel's hot. But you want to /fuck/ him. You want to push him up against a wall and make out with him until he shuts up and -

fuck that's hot

- EXACTLY, YOU want to fuck him

no, I - .... : honest reflection: okay fine, yes. Yes I do. But - no, you talking about me like that. /That's/ what I was reacting to

i - what? [Absolutely fucking flustered, blinking look]

you talking about me as if I'm not the biggest fucking slut for dicks. If I want Mitchel to fuck me, I want him to /fuck/ me --

but I don't -

well yeah I know /you/ don't, you're trans, babe.

okay, but - I have a strap?

yes, I know. And I do like it when you use it, but -

so what's the difference?

....how the fuck do you tell your husband that it's because he has a pussy same as you and you want to have your face buried in his pretty much at all times?

And that it's partially because if you have to pause ANY of the build up to sexy-time your horrendous ADHD will kick in and you'll lose all interest- which includes the strap more often than not - and therefore the fact that Mitchel has a cock means all he'd have to do is look at you the right way to get you practically dripping, begging for --

"Fuck, why did you have to point out that I want to fuck him?"

Jazz: *cackling in the background*

["Took you long enough, sweetpea." [A-Team]]

[Armando (13!yo Angelica, post social transition) specifically, having an echolalia moment] "H'Okay, so. Here's the Earth - That's a sweet earth you might say - rrround."]

Will that ever make sense to anyone? Probs not. Anyways. Resumes scene with the dialogue skipping ahead, to a point later in the conversation (and past when our t4t clearly end up fucking / have moved on with their day)

You blink and look up, watching the way his mouth moves as he - as he's in the middle of some passionate rant that you just can't quite

"...the fact that the cold war basically never ended --"

There. There's his voice. You need to focus on it. Not his mouth if you focus on his mouth you're gonna get -

"-- both Russia and the US propagandized their people into believing it was in fact over bc the USSR fucked up and everything fell apart etc --"

Another blink. The body feels more like his. Yours. Mine? Mm. Look at how his cheeks puff out a little when he --

Fuck, we lost him to the horny.

"I'm sorry, what are you talking about?

Thank fucking GOD for you, Stella.

He blinks at you, interrupted mid-rant, his face turning pink. He's not necessarily embarrassed, but there is a little bit present on his face. Probably because you're openly staring at him like he's god's greatest gift to the Earth. [A-Team: *gagging sounds* ugh you two are GROSS 🤢 do we really have to write that? Ugh FINE.]

Of course, his cute embarrassment disappears a moment later, and he smirks down at you as he crowds into your space.

"Oh, you hadn't figured that out yet?" he says it just as he tilts your chin upwards. You allow it, your breath catching a little in your throat as his green eyes sparkle.

You shake your head. "No," you say a second later. "I hadn't."

"Well, I wouldn't want to spoil it for you," his fingers drift down the column of your throat, every bit a threat and every bit /not/. "I know how you like to figure things out for yourself."

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Acá les dejo un Reaper y un Geno versión empire!verse (ノ^∇^)