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[thatsohkai]

i apologize for not getting all my starters out i'll have them finished by next week but! i graduate with my bachelors degree on saturday so i've been a little swamped with academics ;-; i'll be back up and running when school is finally over forever

[yellowtansies]

tag dump !

[loveusogxxd]

tag dump : //

[no0285]

howdy neighbors, kip here again (they/them) with hot girl number two. tragic back story part two because i am a glutton for punishment. she's an assassin for the golden tears but works as a dancer at nexos, she says its an easy cover, i say she likes being gawked at but you know, different point of views. she's the daughter of a now deceased golden tears member and really is trying to live up to her father's name in the organizatoin...in probably all the wrong ways. similarly to kyrie, i've got some off shoot head canons and her information linked below.

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[ minatozaki sana, ciswoman, she/her] Look who just landed! NUMBER 0285 'SATSUKI INOSKE', I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as ASSASSIN for the GOLDEN TEARS and DANCER/ESCORT at NEXOS NIGHTCLUB. The city has plenty of spots for a 27 year old CYBORG like you. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as an ASSASSIN, being SEDUCTIVE and BRUTAL.

Full Name: number 0285 satsuki inoske

Nickname: suki, 285, little kenji, inoske

Date of Birth: october 31st, 2378

Gender: cisfemale

Pronouns: she

Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Romantic Orientation: heteromantic

Current Age: 27

Modification: cyborg

Affiliation: the golden tears

Birthplace: new jakarta, mars

Current Neighbourhood: the mawar district

Occupation: assassin for the golden tears & dancer and escort at nexos nightclub

Known Languages: japanese (fluent),bahasa indonesian (intermediate), english (advanced)

golden tears nepo baby, dad was previously an assassin for them.

level expert brat status.

is the type to have multiple partners at once.

is probably around upper middle class but for sure pretends like she lives in sora.

damn good assassin and prefers silenced weapons or close contact ones. will ask for jobs.

began dancing at nexus to get her power back ended up just a little more shallow and now with tips in her gstring.

is no where near as dumb as she can act.

money before men.

is not the girls girl she thinks she is.

desperately trying to find the people or person who unalived her family

art whore, she loves museums, sculpting and painting and tends to collect unique pieces even if she has no where to put them.

[no5491]

hello, hello everyone! my name's kip (they/them, ct, 26) and this is 01/02 of my hot girls ms. valkyrie tueur, formally known as gae eunseo. she's what you call a "lipstick tomboy" on the interweb, a sighir user with a tragic back story and is currently in hiding as someone completely different. all that to say she ends up running the grey lilies with some folks and is truly here for revenge on the system for what they've done to her, namely the golden tears. you can find some links to her info and some offshoot head canons under the read more (as well as some mun stuffs).

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[ kim minjeong (winter of aespa), cisfemale, she/they] Look who just landed! VALKYRIE 'KYRIE' TUEUR, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as LEADER  of THE GREY LILLIES. The city has plenty of spots for a 25 year old SIGHIR like you. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as MUTED ROSE, being ADAPTABLE and CUNNING.

Full Name: gae eunseo valkyrie tueur

Nickname: kyrie

Date of Birth: september 26th 2379 february 18th 2379

Gender: demi-female

Pronouns: she/they

Sexual Orientation: pansexual

Romantic Orientation: homoromantic

Current Age: 25

Modification: sighir cyborg

Affiliation: grey lilies

Birthplace: new jakarta, mars

Current Neighbourhood: the akumu slums

Occupation: weapons and computer technician

Known Languages: bahasa indonesian, english, hybrid language, unofficial sign language specific to the grey lilies

no one other than the other leaders of the grey lilies know her true identity.

legally she's still considered missing and presumed dead.

she has her own "sign language" that she developed for the grey lilies only.

she lives in a little studio beneath a dive bar and rarely allows people over.

considers the grey lilies her family and tries to pretend like her original family isn't probably out looking for her.

prefers 'kyrie' over 'val'

chronic insomnia often takes(see: abuses) over the counter meds for it.

hardcore independent, it is a drug. trying to take it from her feels like you're snatching her child from her arms.

she misses her parents dearly often looks at her original missing persons report.

lives and breathes for the grey lilies, often tries to put her hand in many buckets on behalf of them and burns out very easily.

cigarette smoker. weed smoker.

gamer girlie, prefers shooters and cozy games.

men are only good for one thing.

[gumpistol]

// What was the first muse that you’ve written?

Do you have developed dynamics with the OC of another mun that has influenced your OC or Canon muse? (Tell us more about the mysterious Boog!)

In what fandom did you start?

Do you tend to focus on shipping or do you not care at all?

What are the trends when it comes to writing that you adore?

Do you still have your first blog / URL?

What’s something you wish to improve?

p.s. ♡ feel free to skip anything if this is too many questions / you don't wanna answer one / you already answered it!

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍 / @ferromagnetiic

what was the first muse that you’ve written?

on tumblr, the first muse i ever wrote (and probably wrote horribly because what was writing) was good ol' peepo parker aka spider-man from m.arvel comics. he will forever be one of my faves!

do you have developed dynamics with the OC of another mun that has influenced your OC or Canon muse? (Tell us more about the mysterious Boog!)

*rubbing my hands together* oh boy oh boy, you just made my day by asking about my OC!! (who is still very much a WIP, but i'm getting there!) anyway, i apologize if this part gets long.

edit: it got long so i'm sticking it under a read more

'boog' aka bykovsky beauregard aka 'the sleepwalker' is my jaded af ex-marine turned reluctant pirate captain one piece OC! they hail from a small island in the north blue, are the captain of the moryana pirates, current user of the sleep-sleep devil fruit (which allows them to put people to sleep for a period of time), and one absent-minded and excessively sleepy leader who falls asleep when tasks are too boring. anyway, that's the lamest summary, but the details i have published on them so far are on my multi, here!

BUT OTHER MUNS AND THEIR INFLUENCE?? the thing i've had the most fun with in terms of boog and their plot is being able to create an entirely OC crew with some other folks~ those on boog's crew include: marina, by bells (@chronocide), who is boog's first mate and she has a lemur named giuseppe that boog hates; cash, by bunny (@horonomi), is the crew's navigator/second mate and a terribly notorious flirt and drunk; weld, by sev (@hweyd), is their part fishman, insomniac shipwright who happened to be aboard the ship that boog, marina, and cash chose to steal. he sticks around because boog's sleep-sleep ability helped him finally get some decent rest; eden, by rabbit (@malpractising), is the crew's blind, undead doctor who joined after patching boog up despite the captain's horror at a blind guy holding a suturing needle; coco, also by bunny, is a mink stowaway who joined the crew; oyabi, by light (@godthread), is the crew's helmsman and another devil fruit user from Wano, and she towers over even boog (7'3") at 13'5"; lastly, bells and i are working on two other OCs for the crew, Pip and Kip, twin brothers, who are a demolitions expert and a sharpshooter respectively, and they are fucking maniacs that boog regrets bringing onto the ship every day.

anyway, thank you for asking about boog! i love them and i get reluctant to talk about them with people outside of the crew plotting circle because they are my first attempt at writing an OC and i am just a tad nervous

in what fandom did you start?

i started out writing in the m.arvel comics fandom, before branching out to various others, then went back, then came here!

do you tend to focus on shipping or do you not care at all?

obviously based on his orientation, romantic shipping is not a priority for luffy. but on my multi and in writing other muses in the past, i do enjoy shipping! it's definitely not the first thing i look for though, and i usually consider it more of a happy byproduct after interactions happening ic or after talking a lot ooc with established friends to the point that we can be like "wait, so i was thinking- were you?" to which i respond "wait, yeah, i was thinking the same thing!" and then the rest is history and you will not get me to shut up about our ship (as you will come to know, i'm sorry but also not sorry. you asked for it)

what are the trends when it comes to writing that you adore?

the answer to this question can be found, here!!

do you still have your first blog / URL?

i actually don't lol, it was a personal blog and i know at one point i was really proud of having a bunch of followers? but then that blog was abandoned and eventually i deactivated it and remade my personal blog, that has also been subsequently abandoned and hardly used

what’s something you wish to improve?

this is a good question, because i feel like there is always something i can improve in my writing, it's just always hard to pinpoint what exactly unless it's while i'm actively writing. i think i'm trying to improve a lot by finding my own style. for the longest time in rp, i really tried to be a writer that i was not, and it made the hobby so unpleasant and difficult. so right now, i'm trying to improve on just writing, putting words down and not immediately worrying about word choice or syntax or how poetic it sounds, but just letting my own style flow.

the other thing i'm trying to improve is my method of getting myself to write. because of my adhd, i can't piece together the scattered fragments of thoughts in my head by looking at a computer screen. i will sit there and stare blankly at the screen for 4 hours if i do. instead i need to physically write my thoughts out on paper before i can even consider writing something that is longer than two sentences. so i'm working to improve my system of keeping my notebooks and notes for all my threads, inbox prompts, and musings, and just overall improve what strategies are most efficient for me.

[silverpoints-terminal]

(OOC: hi this is the previous anon that asked about involved blogs. i'm looking into it and i'm mostly just confused if ask-entity-of-the-tower is your canon or not due to the fact they responded to your post on the world machine (implying that they're your world machine?) so maybe thats just something that wasnt clarified i could absolutely be misinterpreting something)

///ooc:

OH we are Not the same "canon universe" but the muns were scheming together while doing that one rp. We were trying to make things worse for each other's muses on purpose by making Kip ask the Entity stuff they don't want to explain and the Entity just unpacking the whole 'the world is a simulation' on her to doubt reality (this is tagged with a cw for unreality accordingly).

I think the best way to explain it is:

The "in-universe" explanation for how most askblogs are interacting is just assuming that most blogs have their own version of The World (as in, their own Self Contained Universe, depending on their muse) which is connecting to Tumblr through their own means.

This means that, unless explicitly stated otherwise, most accounts are kinda... their own world with their own rules.

This arrangement lets people have slightly differing canons and allow for doubles to interact (There are like. 5 World Machines? If I'm counting them all right? And at least 2 Nikos).

This also lets multiple players interact. Some people have their own canon players, others leave it more vague.

DISCLAIMER: I didn't Decide on this multiverse thing exactly I just kinda absorbed it to make interactions easier to rationalize instead of bending to make canons work.

Uhmm I Think That's It. Sorry for the confusion.

[harlems-hero]

State of the Dynamics/Part OOC

Characters and their status as of Sunday night, April 2, 2023.

@meloverse616 :  Carmelo has “made it”.  The two year journey to the NXT Championship also coincides with long weekend discussions involving Taylor (Jacy) and ideas on what future the two want to build together.  Her rapid recovery from a separated shoulder leave the two as “elder statespersons” of NXT, awaiting their present work and possible call ups.

@ludwigsangryfoot : Wrestlemania has finally gone Hellig.  Marcel/Ludwig is facing an uncertain new year, as his teammate Gunther has ascended to the top of the company.  Barthel and Giovanni Vinci are a very serviceable tag team, but their next steps are up in the air.  On a personal note, he did recently end his relationship with Blake Marie, leaving as friends (benefits to be decided).  Tiffany Stratton is finally well in his rearview mirror, as she’s moved along with her impending motherhood and relationship with Kip Sabian.  Sabrina Weber remains a vision from a recent past as well, with the two hesitant about being around one another due to reasons.

@nkakiana - Kiana James received recent attention, with a star-making role in NXT’ Deadline’s “Iron Survivor” scramble.  Her personal life is still in fluctuation, with a flirtation involving Brooks Jensen, mixed with a bit of hostility towards Fallon Henley and their charges.  Kiana has spent Wrestlemania weekend post-Stand and Deliver nose deep in a bottle of Riesling, stewing on their tag championship loss, and the importance of winning vs “the right thing”.

@bui1tdifferent :  Roman now faces a “what next” scenario.  More than anyone else, the WWE’s pending ownership change both can make and break his legacy, and where he will be viewed in the history of this industry.  While not as mentally fragile as the “Tribal Chief” character, he has now started to see the errors and backlash he’s received due to treatment of the Uso brothers (including Solo Sikoa).  The Spring of 2023 shows that the “Island of Relevancy” is a very lonely place because of his choices. 

Any interest in said plots, please contact the individual journals.  No ideas will be ignored, and all can be developed in-game.   Thanks again to everyone participating here, plus those new to the community as well as prior established!  

[ohkate]

hi! pls ignore this if you don't do asks but if it's fine, may I know what your favorite QAF fics are? I really agree a lot to your QAF related takes and I was wondering if we have the same taste in fics too. thank you!

You know, I have almost 1600 followers and I think I've only ever had like 3 asks before so thank you and I'm going to make this a novel to commemorate the occasion!

Under the cut, my friends!

...That being said, I'm like the worst person to ask this question. I used to read massive amounts of qaf fic back in 2005-2011 but I got into other fandoms since then and haven't read any in sooo long. It's only recently that I got back into QAF and I've learned that, sadly, most of my favorite stories don't exist anymore. So many people have deactivated their tumblrs/journals and a lot of the stories I had saved... the pages or sites no longer exist. Back then it wasn't even tumblr...it was livejournal we all hung out on. Ad so many are just gone and/or deactivated now.

I've recently been trolling fanfic.net for brian/justin fics but I have to say.... they are some of the worst stories I've ever read. I mean, holy shit bad. Finding a halfway decent fic on that site is like finding some hidden diamond or something. I appreciate the efforts of anyone who writes anything but sometimes I'm just like... why would you even write this???

Here are a list of some of the ones I could still access from my favorites:

SuzVoy still has a bunch of her fics available, and they're well done. If you're depressed you may want to stay away because when she goes 'real' it cuts the jugular. But I find the characters to still be very canon.

Severina is a fantastic writer and anything she writes is the best day of my life. She just writes beautiful short fics that are quick to get through and make you love the characters. I've linked her drabble fest, where she wrote 100 stories based on prompts she was sent. Most stories are less than a few paragraphs long or even a hundred words. You could read every story here in a night or 2. But she's a great writer and was my favorite during the height of QAF. You can do a google search and find even more. She's a prolific writer and wrote hundreds upon hundreds of fics.

Xie Xie Xie was a well known writer who often wrote soul-crushing and super in-character fics. I'd start by scrolling down this page and reading the drabbles, or her gap-fillers or standalone's before getting into any longer fics. Some of her drabbles are amazing.

As for a specific fic, I really couldn't choose one anymore. My favorite fics are no longer available anywhere. I haven't quite been able to find anywhere that still posts quality fics. I have a real problem with bad characterization in fics. I love a romantic story. I love hurt/comfort fics, and I don't mind if they're a little ooc but... I still need Brian and Justin to be relatively Brian and Justin. Not some mary sues whom I don't recognize anymore. So it's hard to still find that. Here are a few I've ready recently:

Understated Gift. It's a cute fic by faile02 that ends a little ooc but is still a good read.

Five Things. 5 drabbles with Brian or Justin finding out about something that happened that they didn't know about. Brian finds out about the Sap party; Justin finds out Brian kneecapped Chris Hobbs in the garage; Brian finds out it was Justin who threatened Kip off the lawsuit; Justin finds out about the hooker Brian hired. This is at times ooc but still a fun read.

Blended is the only fic I would say I've read consistently over the years, going back to it once in a while just to get a fix. It's Mpreg but - you just have to go with it. It somehow remains one of the best written stories, for me. Barring some small issues, these are the characters I want them to still be and go on to be. It's a 'day in the life' fic, just going through the motions of their lives dealing with having children together and how they navigate it being the people they are. The story takes place shortly after 513, and starts with Brian accidentally getting pregnant by Justin one of the few times he tops- and he wasn't happy about it. They end up having multiple children, mostly by Justin. It turns out they -shockingly- actually really love having a big family and they're both fiercely protective of it. I haven't really had much time to go through more fics. Trying to find them is half the battle these days.

[imagineredwood]

Request: imagine where reader has a threesome with Jax and EZ

Pairing: Jax x reader ft. EZ

Warnings: its a threesome 

Word count: 1.9k

***Obviously this is on the AU side, so it doesn’t really follow the plot of either show. Just a President and prospect sharing a girl they both can’t get enough of. That’s kinda it. Since it’s already an AU, I just went ahead and made Jax OOC and let him share his girl for the night. We’re in a pandemic, lets live a little and say fuck the realism, right? I also didn’t know what specifics you wanted so I just let the story do its own thing. ***

You smiled as Jax’s hand worked its way up your thigh, squeezing every few centimeters. You continued the conversation, more people watching than making small talk and movement caught your eye over at the bar. The Mayans newest prospect, EZ was stocking up the bar, helping Kip out. They both had been working like dogs all night, getting everyone beers and cleaning up and they were both visibly worn out. The party was in full swing though and didn’t seem like it’s be stopping anytime soon. You watched EZ as he placed the heavy box down onto the bar top, arms flexing with the weight. Your eye trailed over the bulging veins that ran up and down the length, his bicep on full display thanks to the sleeves of his shirt being gone. You hadn’t realized how long you had been looking, Jax’s hands squeezing your thigh being the only thing to draw your attention back to your Old Man. When you looked at him, he wore that signature shit-eating grin and you couldn’t help but smile yourself.

“What?”

“You liking that prospect?”

You glanced at EZ, his shirt riding up some and he reached up to grab a box from on top of the fridge. Looking back at Jax, you gave a flirtatious and playful smile, giggling softly.

“Yeah. Maybe I am.”

Jax nodded and looked at the man himself.

“I’ve caught him eyeing you throughout the night. He was looking at you last time too.”

“Hmm.”  

You didn’t give any further response, not knowing that point he was trying to make. He didn’t sound upset, more like he was confirming that he was watching you as much as you were watching him. You had discussed having a threesome before, but you hadn’t spoken about it in a while. Looking over, you saw Jax motioning to Marcus who was sitting just a little bit to his right. Marcus leaned over at smiled at you both, listening as Jax spoke.

“Your prospect ok to take a little break? I wanted to catch up with him.”

Marcus nodded, motioning around him with his hands.

“He may be our prospect, but it’s your clubhouse. Want me to bring him over?”

“Please.”

Marcus was up then, making his way over to EZ, placing a hand on the back of his neck gently as he spoke to him and pointed over to where you can Jax were sitting. He looked at Jax first but then let his eyes go over to you. You waved and he gave a boyish smile as Marcus walked him over to you. EZ’s eyes flitted back and forth, wanting to stay looking at you, but knowing that out of respect they should stay on the National President of their biggest ally. They were standing in front of you before long and EZ stood still, hands crossed in front of his body, waiting for whatever order he was going to be given. He figured Jax would want him to maybe stock something else, maybe start cleaning the dorms. Jax stayed quiet though and nodded once at Marcus, silently letting him know that he could go. And now EZ stood by himself, looking between the two of you as he waited. Jax reached over and ran his hand up and down your back softly, fingers digging into the skin every so lightly.

“You’ve had your eyes on my Old Lady all night.”

EZ’s face sobered quickly and he opened his mouth to apologize but Jax was already speaking again.

“She’s been watching you all night too.”

EZ’s eyes were back on you then and you gave him a smile while Jax patted your back softly.

“Go take him to the room, baby. I’ll be there in a couple minutes.”

With a nod, you stood and took hold of EZ’s hand and started walking with him back to the dorms. His eyes were wide, but he held onto your hand nonetheless as he walked with you, letting you lead him down the hallway.

“Is this a test?”

His voice sounded unsure and you rubbed his forearm reassuringly.

“It’s not. He’s just letting me indulge in a fantasy.”

Seeing that you were serious, he relaxed some and allowed a small smile to come to his face.

“Yeah, and what fantasy might that be?”

Tossing him a look over your shoulder, you grinned.

“To get to play with two big, strong men at once.”

That sufficed and you led him all the way to the room, closing but not locking the door behind you so that you wouldn’t be interrupted when Jax came. Turning away from the door, you looked at EZ who was standing still waiting for whatever order you may have given next. Walking forward slowly, you placed your hands on his wrists and slowly began to bring them up, feeling up his arms over the curves and ridges until your hands were resting on his broad shoulders. When you looked up, his eyes were fixed on yours, full of lust but his self-control was still intact.

“Touch me.”

EZ looked toward the door for a moment.

“Without your Old Man?”

Shrugging, you pushed your body further into EZ’s.

“He’s coming.”

The prospect hesitated, but the feeling on your hand rubbing against the front of his jeans made up his mind for him and he reached up, running his calloused hands up and down the tops of your arms and shoulders, feeling the softness of your skin. He let out a sigh as you gripped him.

“You’re beautiful.”

His words were unexpected, and you looked up at him.

“So are you.”

You both chuckled and kept getting a feel for each other. You had seen him around a couple of times, both that the SAMCRO clubhouse and whenever you and the MC rode out over to their charter. You’d been attracted to him from the moment you laid eyes on him and your fantasy was now about to become a reality. With perfect timing as always, Jax came through the door then. EZ pulled away slightly, but your whine was enough to get him close to you again. He made eye contact with Jax over your shoulder and the blonde simply grinned, looking over the two of you, your body language already loose and wanton. Jax came up behind you and wrapped his arm around your chest, lips pressed against your ear as your hands kept stroking and gripping the Mayan through his jeans.

“Having fun, baby?”

“Mhmm.”

He laughed as you mumbled, not wanting to be distracted.

“You just gonna touch him through his pants?”

Looking back at him, he left a kiss to your temple.

“He’s here for you babe. We both are. Isn’t that right prospect?”

EZ didn’t miss a beat, nodding his confirmation. That was all the push you needed, and you reluctantly took your hands off of his cock, reaching for his kutte instead. You didn’t take it off yourself, simply tugged at it gently. He understood what you wanted. You slipped out of your clothes and made your way to the bed, watching as the men also undressed. You ran your hands over your own breasts as you waited, squeezing and tweaking until both men were entirely naked. Jax climbed onto the bed as he always did but EZ stood still waiting for the invitation which you gave in the form of a crooked finger. He followed and climbed onto the bed with the two of you. Jax immediately went to kneel between your legs, tracing a finger gently over your lower lips while EZ stood idle. Patting the mattress beside your head, you urged him to come closer to you. He scooted up and kneeled beside your head, looking down at you as you wrapped a hand around him, stroking the shaft and kissing gently along the tip.

Jax was doing his own thing, kissing along your tummy and hips, teasing you and making you wait the way he almost always did. EZ let out a breath through his nose as you took more of him, but he kept his hands to himself. Reaching out, you used your other hand to rake your fingers down his tummy, scratching softly and watching the muscles ripple under the skin. Stopping at his hip, you held your hand there and he reached down, placing his hand over yours. He didn’t move it or guide it anywhere, simply held his hand over yours, offering you a little bit of encouragement. That wasn’t enough for you though. You wanted him clutching and grabbing at you, looking for something to hold onto while you pleasured him.

You took him into your mouth deeper, your lips and cheeks already stretching to accommodate him and you. Jax finally decided to stop teasing and now had his mouth at your center, kissing along your mound and letting his tongue snake out slightly to slip between your lips and nudge at your clit. Using the element of surprise against you, he dove in and pushed his tongue between your lips, hands coming up so he could use his thumbs to keep you open. Your moan wasn’t loud but the vibration around EZ’s cock was enough to force a hiss from him, his brows pulling together in pleasure.

“Fuck.”

Jax laughed himself, knowing exactly how the prospect was feeling. One of Jax’s favorite places to be was in your mouth. Pulling away, Jax sat back on his knees again, a thin sheen of sweat on EZ’s chest from trying to hold back. Tapping the side of your thigh, Jax playfully scolded you.

“Don’t make him come before we get a chance to have fun, darlin’.”

You pouted and grumbled but relented, both men giving low chuckles. Jax pulled you to sit up on your knees as well and leaned over to press a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.”

Jax silently made the motion for them to switch and EZ followed. Jax went to sit up at the top of the bed, resting his back against the headboard while EZ moved in behind you. You didn’t take any instructions or prompting, taking it upon yourself to bend over on all fours and crawl closer to Jax. He reached over into the nightstand and grabbed a condom, tossing it back to EZ who rolled it on while Jax took your chin in his hand, stroking himself with the other.

“You ready, baby?”

You nodded and bit your lip, awaiting the stretch you knew EZ was going to bring. Jax grinned himself at the anticipation on your face and pushed his thumb into your mouth, rubbing the pad of it against your tongue. You could hear the crinkling behind you, one of EZ’s hands coming down to grip your hip gently and hold you steady.

“Look at me.”

You listened to Jax and made sure to keep your eyes on his, even as you felt EZ start to probe your entrance. He started to push in slowly and Jax reveled in the view as your mouth fell open, your brows knitting together.

“You ok?”

EZ’s voice was calm and caring from behind you and you smiled, Jax allowing you to look away from him so you could look back at EZ.

“I’m good.”

The prospect nodded continued pushing, watching your face until he was all the way in, buried in you so deep you felt like you couldn’t breathe. He shuddered softly behind you, staying still for a moment. Both to give you time to adjust and so he could work through the wave of pleasure that hit him at the vice-like grip you had. Finally looking back at Jax you grinned and he returned it, taking your face in his hands and bringing you back down to take him in your mouth once more, speaking encouragingly to EZ.

“Go ahead, prospect.”

[gumnut-logic]

6. Which scenes did you cut, and which were added in Gentle Rain?  (for @janetm74 )

Okay, I can cheat somewhat with this one as I routinely keep a file for chunks of text I cut out of fics while writing. So I actually have a few of the scenes this question asks about (probably a good thing since my memory is useless).

One thing I must say is that the clincher scene where Virgil collapses in Thunderbird Two in Chapter Twelve didn’t originally happen there. I knew he was going to collapse from about Chapter Two or Three onwards, it was a target scene I was writing towards. However, he was originally supposed to collapse in Two’s hangar and be found later. The problem with that was the condition he developed (which evolved as I wrote) would have killed him if that happened. He needed someone there to save his life (sorry, Gords). So he didn’t make it back to Tracy Island before he found he couldn’t breathe.

As for scenes cut out, there were several, most of which don’t make much sense reading them now and some are just lines, but here are a few.

One of the initial challenges was finding a way to get Em and Scott to actually meet beyond the initial incident. Initially, I had Scott eager to meet her, but realised pretty quickly that the eldest Tracy wasn’t going to be that easy.

Scene: Em’s hospital room shortly when Kayo initially introduces herself.

The woman opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by a beep. She sighed. “Yes, I am Kayo. Please excuse me.” And she turned away, holding her wrist up.

There was a flicker of light and a familiar voice spoke. “Kayo, have you found her yet?”

“Scott, have patience.”

“Kayo-“

“You are aware that she can hear everything you are saying?”

Em had to smirk.

“I would be if you had told me.”

“I would have told you if you hadn’t interrupted me before I could say anything. And no I haven’t asked her yet.”

“Kayo-“

“Patience, Scott.” And there was the click of an ended transmission. Kayo turned to face Em again. “My apologies. As you can hear, he is recovering well.”

“Still an argumentative brat apparently.”

“It’s one of his strengths.” She took a step back towards the bed. “He was wondering if you would be willing to meet with him. He wants to thank you for everything you did.”

Em blinked. “What?” She shifted her shoulders. “Um, er, okay.” Oh so confident and professional of you there, Emaline. She kicked herself internally.

But then she realised exactly what she now looked like. She bit her lip.

-o-o-o-

Em initially reacted completely differently to Kip’s sudden presence in the Tracy’s living room.

“What you be doin’ here, honey.”

“It’s Em, as you well know. And I’m here as a guest. What are you doing here?”

“Same.”

And the conversation ended there.

The silence was ominous. The Tracys in the room stared at each other.

Alan arrived on the scene a few moments later having secured Tracy Two. He stared at the tableau. “Okay.” He held up his hands. “I’m just going to back away quietly.”

Penny stepped around Em. “Crispin, dear, have a seat. Emaline, I advise you to do the same.” The aristocrat walked calmly into the sunken lounge and took her own chair. “Alan, do be a dear and find us some tea. I am absolutely parched.”

Alan appeared quite happy to play Parker if it would get him out of the room. Grandma and Kip took a seat together almost directly opposite from where Em came to a halt inside the circle.

Scott made a note to create a space in the lounge for ease of access, for either TB imPatient or Em’s hoverscoot. He himself pulled up beside Em and reached once again for her hand.

She responded and shot him a worried smile, her fingers curling around his.

The motion did not go unnoticed, but frankly Scott didn’t care.

Penelope, of course, was a picture of respectability.

-o-o-o-

At some point Gordon was appreciating his brother, but I’m not sure exactly what scene this was cut from. has some good lines though.

Virgil was the kind of guy you could tell your deepest problems to and he would simply listen, no judgement, no censure. Sure, get him before his coffee and you may leave minus a body part, but the man would sew it back on for you later.

Gordon and Virgil were so different, yet it was what made it work.

Of course, everyone raved about the ‘bond’ Virgil had with his older brother, sure. But Gordon liked to think that he had something with the Tracy bear, too. Something a little different, a little unique. And he knew Virgil trusted him, despite the pranks and the jokes and snide remarks. They were brothers and it went beyond all that.

So when Virgil sat down beside him at the helm looking like death that hadn’t been warmed up...

-o-o-o-

Originally, when Kay left Virgil’s hospital room when she told him she couldn’t handle him giving his life to IR, Virgil lost it and had to be sedated. This proved to be completely ridiculous and OOC and was dumped (I think one of my beta readers nabbed me on that one). The scene I have has been partially rewritten, but the remnants are there.

“What the hell was I supposed to do? If Brains dies, International Rescue dies with him!”

Kayo had tears in her eyes. “And what do you think would happen to International Rescue without you?”

His heart stuttered and it had nothing to do with his injury. He reached out to touch her but she stepped away. That hurt even more. “Kay? Please?”

“No, Virgil, you have to understand this.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “Without you, there is no International Rescue.” She swallowed and another tear drifted across her beautiful skin. He so wanted to touch her. “It shouldn’t be that way. I can’t share you that much. I want to share your life, you...you can’t give it all to iR. Please, Virgil.”

He reached for her again, desperate to touch her. “Kay!” She took another step back. Her head was shaking ‘no’, tears running freely. “Kay, no, don’t, please don’t!”

“It has to change. Things have to change. I can’t...I can’t...” Whatever she was trying to say dissolved into a sob and she turned away. “I can’t.” She ran from the room.

“Kay, no!” The machinery monitoring him screamed as he tried to get out of bed. A mob of nurses came running and he was buried under a sea of medical white.

“Mr Tracy, calm down!”

“Kay!” His face was wet. He struggled against hands. “Kay!”

“Mr Tracy!”

“Kay, please!” But his heart was hammering in his chest and he was gasping for breath. Spots danced in his vision. He couldn’t.

Please, Kay, I’ll do anything...anything...

“Mr Tracy, if you don’t calm down, I will be forced to sedate you.”

He stared at the blonde haired nurse so opposite from his Kay.

He let all his muscles go, falling slack back against the bed. A sound far too much like a whimper passed his lips.

Kay?

God.

Anything for Kay.

-o-o-o-

Words passed over his head, he ignored them, he needed to get to Kay.

But something flooded his system, a calming, sleep inducing cold. It wrapped around his mind and pulled him down. “No! Kay!” His voice was fading. He had to get to Kay. Please, Kay, I’ll do anything...anything...

But the cold seeped into his mind and took it away.

-o-o-o-

The Epilogue was rewritten a couple of times. I had an argument with it. In the process I killed off an entire original character, Frederico. Poor Frederico. I should revive him in another fic.

“Virgil’s a target?” Scott’s whisper was fierce. They were standing outside a meeting with the Colonel Casey, Lauren Davis and a representative of both the Western Australian Police and ASIO.  

John bit the inside of his lip. “Kayo tagged Em with one of Virgil’s trackers. The timing was just too perfect, too coincidental. Either the bombers were after Em or Virgil. Probability puts Virgil at the top of the list.”

“How did they get the frequency?”

“Unknown.”

“Re-scramble everything. I want everything changed. Start with the frequencies, but speak to Brains, I want everything upgraded, even the subcutaneous.”

John gave him a single nod. That was going to hurt. “Already in progress.”

“Have you told Kayo?”

“No, but I have no doubt she is fully capable of putting the pieces together.”

Scott nodded, but his expression changed, even more concern deepening his frown. “If they wanted Em or Virgil, why bomb a bridge?” He swallowed. “Why not just kill or capture? And it would have been obvious it was coming from Em not Virgil.”

The knot in John’s gut only twisted tighter, his brother was thinking out loud. “Perhaps they wanted to see how we would react? How important Em is to the organisation?”

There was so much anger in Scott’s stance, John fought the urge to take a step back. “Goddamnit.” He clenched a fist. “I want to know who, how and why. Full resources, John. Get Kayo and Penny on this. I want it fixed and I want them found.”

“FAB.”

-o-o-o-

Virgil found her in her office, hissing at one of their agents. “Frederico, so help me, if you don’t take this seriously, I’ll strip you of your IR credentials and throw you in the Atlantic.”

“Is that a death threat?” Virgil couldn’t help but smile. Frederico never took anything seriously, much less a death threat from his boss. He did, however, do an exemplary job at finding information to not be serious about.

-o-o-o-

But one of the scenes I had to cut quite hard was the scene where Em and Scott woke up in the same bed. Apparently, they were ready to take their relationship much further than I was and I had to draw their amour to an abrupt halt before it got entirely out of hand.

God, she was beautiful. Breaking off, he kissed her jawline, tracing it around to her ear and nibbling on her lobe.

Her fingers teased the hair on the nape of his neck, while her other hand slipped under his jacket, brushing across his shirt, around his ribcage to his back, fingertips digging in at his ministrations.

“Scott Tracy, you know how to drive a girl wild.” Her voice was rough and he took it as permission to continue a trail of kisses down her neck, nuzzling her collarbone.

His reward was a gasp at his touch. His left hand had found the bare skin of her back once more and was denting that softness enough to hold her close. His other hand was at her waist, satin between his fingers.

“You are one gorgeous man.” And her tongue was in his mouth again, urgent against his.

-o-o-o-

Please keep in mind these are all trash can scenes and were cut for good reasons.

I hope they provide a little amusement.

As for what was added to the fic...I write very haphazardly and by the seat of my pants most of the time. The whole fic was added after the first chapter really :D

Thanks for asking and for reading all that :D

Nutty

(Who should write more Em, I miss her)

[thatsohkai]

henlo babies! since we’re getting to the end of the tour i wanted to let everyone know i’ll be doing a lot of updates on my babies! so they’ll get new intros once we all end, probably some theme make overs and some updates to their profiles and stuff if need be! i also maybe approaching everyone possibly with some updates to our dynamics and things!! nothing crazy or much yet until the next steps are announced but as i work on replies i’ll be working on them to be ready! so expect me in your dms most likely <3

[mychemicalimagines]

Together, We Can Survive Anything

Request by Anon- “Could you do an Ian McKinley x Reader? Maybe Reader is trying to convince him not to get revenge on Wendy for Erin's death? If that makes sense! Idk how to word it 😅 also w/ Ian and Reader dating:) ty❤ “

Warnings: Cussing, killing of best friend/sister, talk of revenge

Tag List: @you-a-southpaw-doll @elskinner45 @jayrart @ianmckinleywhore​

A/N: I love Ian! I am so glad you picked me to write this! I hope I do this justice for you!! I feel like I made Ian OOC so hopefully you still like it. The lines will probably be wrong or the wrong person said it. I’m so sorry!

I walk through the gate of the school carnival with my sister Erin. She shakes her head.

“Why are we here again?” She asks, looking at me.

“Because its a carnival. Why not?” I giggle at her.

She smiles before shaking her head. We start looking around for someone very specific. My boyfriend, Ian McKinley. We’ve been dating since we were in middle school and everything has always been perfect. My fraternal twin, Erin, usually hangs out with us. We don’t care. We like it like this. We don’t want her to feel left out. Ian and I of course go on dates and hang out alone but most of the time it’s us three. Erin and Ian were best friends before Ian and I started dating and I never want to push them apart. 

I spot Ian near a food area and elbow Erin so we can start walking over. Ian spots us and smiles slightly. It looks more like a smirk to everyone else but I know it’s his actual smile. I walk over and he pulls me into his arms for a kiss. I kiss back happily. He pulls away and smiles before looking at Erin. They high five as usual before Erin looks at us.

“You guys wanna go play some games?” Erin asks pointing toward a shooting game.

“Oh hell yeah.” Ian says wrapping an arm around me.

We walk over to the shooting station. Ian pays the five dollars to get ten shots when Wendy walks over with her Yearbook camera. 

“Smile!” Wendy says, taking a photo. 

Erin brings her hand up to cover her face, flipping Wendy off. Ian holds the gun up toward Erin and wraps an arm around me while I use him to hide my face from the bright light. Wendy walks away and smiles looking at the photo. I roll my eyes and watches Ian play the game. 

About 20 minutes later, Ian wants to get on the rollercoaster. Erin and I agree so we get in line behind the Lewis the football star. I lean against Ian and just wait to get on the ride. After 5 minutes we’re finally on the ride. I get on first with Ian sitting next to me and Erin behind me. 

“You gonna be okay?” Ian whispers.

“I hope so.” I giggle slightly and lets the buckle come down and lock in place.

Suddenly there was screaming from the back seats. Wendy is screaming something about death and that everyone has to get off. Lewis gets pissed and the worker makes the buckles come up. Before I know what was happening Lewis’ hand flies back and smacks me. Ian stands up and pushes Lewis. This causes a fight to break out forcing the Ashley’s, Frankie, Lewis, Ian, Erin and I off the ride. Wendy and Kevin were also forced off because she was freaking out because of the ride, or so I thought.

A few days has passed and a lot of things happened. Both of the Ashley’s have passed away along with Lewis and Frankie. I shake my head as I think about it. I walk around the building shop, Build It, that Erin, Ian and I work at. I walk past the front door when someone bangs on the door. I jump and look.

“Y/N, it's Wendy and Kevin.” Kevin says loudly so I can hear through the door. 

“Shit! You scared the shit out of me!” I say walking over to the door.

“Yeah, wait till you hear what we have to tell you.” Wendy says. 

I look confused and unlocks the door, letting them in. I stand there listening to their story and I chuckle slightly before grabbing the walkie talkie.

“Zip, Kip, it's Pip. Come over here. You are gonna trip when you hear this.” I say, chuckling.

“Well, paint me intrigued, Pip. I'm on my way.” Ian says into the walkie.

“Roger that Pip! Kip is coming!” Erin says.

They show up and while we finish our job, Wendy and Kevin are explaining it to them. They show us the photo of us.

“So let me get this straight. I'm gonna O.D. on nail polish... and lan is gonna be embarrassed to death? While Y/N is, I don’t know, suffocated by Ian’s jacket?” Erin asks while pushing a buggy.

“You saw what happened to Wendy, right? What's happened to the others? I mean, you just saw their pictures.” Kevin says, trying to get us to understand.

“We see pictures of our class mates that have died, Kevin.” I roll my eyes.

“We need to know who was sitting behind you on the roller coaster.” Wendy says, urgently. 

“OK, who was sitting behind us on the roller coaster? Oh! Oh, wait! Wasn't it that one guy who got voted... most likely to become manager at Red Lobster?” Erin says, turns pushing the buggy. 

“Oh, no. You know what? God, I remember. There was this guy, uh, black cloak... I didn't see his face, but, um... the ride attendant did take his sickle... before the ride started if that's helpful in any way.” Ian says, being a smart ass as he drives the forklift.

“Guys. It’s that guy that likes to take cats to school in his backpack.” I say, smirking.

Ian starts laughing while Erin hands me a box that I take to the other side of the store. Kevin follows me still trying to explain. 

“Y/N! You have to understand!” 

“Kevin! I don’t-” I start to say when a pile of fabrics to fall toward me. 

Kevin pushes me out of the way and we fall to the ground. My eyes widen and I look at Kevin. His eyes widen. 

“Ian’s next!” He whispers.

I hurry off the floor and run toward the wood pile area I know Ian would be at. I see him look up toward the wood as it begins to fall. I run as fast as I can and tackle him. Ian looks at me then at the wood as it hits the floor. Wood continues to hit the floor and us. He maneuvers himself on top of me, covering my body and then covers his head. I hear Wendy and Kevin squealing as they get covered in wood. I look up as I hear the scream of my sister to see her jump back as the last piece of wood flies near her. She slips on some saw dust on the floor landing back into the shelves. Her head hits the nail-gun that was left there, causing it to shoot some nails into her face and hand. I scream loudly as I watch my twin sister die. Ian stares at Erin with anger on his face. He covers mine to hide the death of my sister. I already saw her die. This won’t help anything as I start crying.

Kevin looks up after I scream, “Oh fuck.”

“Oh no!” Wendy says, with a few tears running down her cheeks.

The next day I’m laying with Ian in his room. He’s holding me tight. I’m still crying after watching my sister die. I never thought Wendy and Kevin would be right. What am I going to do without her?

“This is Wendy’s fault.” Ian mumbles in my hair.

“Ian...It’s not her fault.” I whisper, cuddling close.

“Yes it is. If she didn’t have that stupid ‘vision’ then Erin would still be alive.” He says glaring at the wall behind me.

“We don’t know that. Wendy was trying to save her. She technically saved us since she told us. Kevin saved me and I saved you.” I look up at him.

“They should have tried to save her.” He mumbles angry. “She should have just killed herself.”

“She said it would still happen. Like with the airplane. Death would have just found another way to kill us.” 

“So either way we are going to die?” He looks down at me.

“Not if we’re together. Death may be an asshole but as long as we are together, we can survive anything.” I whisper. “It’s not Wendy’s fault. There was nothing she could have done.”

He kisses my head and holds me close.

“If something happens to you, then I’m going to deal with her.”

[missjackil]

Michael is Making Jack Sick

I am going on record as saying I think, through Dean, Michael is making Jack sick. This was just a shower thought of mine 3 days ago, bu the more I think about it and talk to others, it makes a lot of sense.  First, Im convinced Michael is still posessing Dean but laying back silently. Just like Gadreel did with Sam, and Sam didnt know anyone was posessing him. I think his plan is to take over, like a Trojan Horse, he set several events into motion and is just laying back watching. The only 2 things he/we know that can hurt him is dark kaia’s spear and Jack (when he had powers) he knows Sam Dean and co will lead him to the spear, but he also has to take out Jack before he gets his powers back.  Notice that Jack wasnt sick until Dean came home. To our knowledge, he wasnt sick while he was away hunting with Cas, but his condition declined after spending time with Dean in 2 seperate episodes. Sure, ol’ Mike could take him out with a snap of his fingers, but that would draw attention, so make it take a while and look natural.  In 14x07 we see Dean having dizzy spells. This could be a sign that Michael is getting antsy, the same way Gadreel was making Sam overly tired near the end, or, Dean is beginning to feel when Michael is using his magic, or, maybe this is when Mike quiets Dean and temporarily takes over to move things along. Not as a full on black out maybe, but manipulating Deans mind enough for him to believe whats happening is ok.  Im not bothered really by Dean’s panic at the hospital. Its not OOC for Dean to get anxious about the well being of someone he cares about, and he DOES care about Jack. Dean is also very paternal so Im not shocked about that either, but there have been some things hes done that dont sit right with me,  When he said Jack is 100 lbs soaking wet, and Jack got upset, he said “I didnt mean to be a dick” and I dont think Dean means to be a dick sometimes, but to come out and SAY it was odd. Also, generally being nicer to Sam. I like it mind you, and I know he isnt normally mean to him, but complimenting his shave, comparing him to what he found attractive in Samantha, enjoying watching “cheif” Sam, being supportive when Sam made a mistake, having no qualms about clearing it with Sam first to take Jack out, etc...  Now anyone who knows me know I have no hate for Dean, but to have this much “nice” seems strange... pleasent, but strange. I hope its not a Michael manipulation, and this is a new normal, but it might be a Michael thing. And last but not least, the ease in which Dean gave Jack the keys to Baby. He doesnt even like when Sam drives and has never let Cas drive, and Jack has never diven even once. The scene was adorable IMO but it still felt wrong.  Another new shower thought Ive had is that in Michaels quest to find out what people/monsters want, he bartered something for Sister Jo, Kip, and the Shaman to start things happening from within. He needs to get custody of the spear, get rid of Jack, and put an end to Sam and the other hunters, and then he can do his work. This however would take a lot of creative writing and the writers working together, which I dont have much faith in, but it might be the case, and it would be cool to watch.  Thoughts??

[no0285]

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[no5491]

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