Irene kept looking at the pamphlet. The man on the front with his sideburns and lounge lizard suit grinned back at her. She was not going to be that. She was going to be like Cathy in a catsuit with a whip. She’d crack it and people would jump.
HOLY CRAP NOT A WIP
It’s Omegaverse, sooooo if you’re not into that (yet), read Drouk and then Serviceman and then consider whether you want to continue.
THAT SAID. This is my favorite Irene characterization I think I’ve ever read. Seriously wonderful writing. If you’re not into Omegaverse, 1. I totally understand, and 2. you might want to read this anyway, because I think the characterization of Irene is really seriously very spot-on, regardless of fictional hormones.
You’re welcome.
—MM
(via 22drunkb)
So, first: OH MY GOD YOU DID NOT JUST REC ME IN THE SAME SENTENCE AS DROUK. MM I LOVE YOU BUT WHAT ARE YOU DOING? XD <3<3<3
Second: Where’s a link for this lovely-sounding Irene story?