#(mostly because of maxwell)

[f1re-skull]

DST AU IDEA (kind of)

Or just them cosplaying as under tale characters

I changed my pfps btw

[jungleho0k]

mjf and seth pride things because i can

[thisbluespirit]

[riseandshinelittleblossom]

I've been saying this for a long, long time...it's just disrespectful 😒

I love how if MC tells Liam that they cannot marry him because they’re in love with someone else he’s surprised but if it’s Hana or Drake he’s like makes sense, they’re both wonderful people who deserve happiness and I hope you find it with them.

However, if it’s Maxwell Liam literally just stares at MC in shock, completely bamboozled, blown away. Because out of all the beautiful and available nobles and people in the court MC literally fell for the most ridiculous person there

[commsroom]

circumstances surrounding the “leaked” documents about eiffel’s sentencing in need to know, as i understand them:

one of the very first things kepler does is offer eiffel, minkowski, and lovelace a drink. in true “at any given moment, kepler has about eighteen ulterior motives” spirit, it is, among other things, “hospitality”, sure, a test for eiffel, definitely, but… i think the main reaction he was checking for was minkowski’s. will she look at eiffel, or react to his reaction? how much does she know? how much does he trust her?

in don’t poke the bear, jacobi and maxwell stop lovelace from breaking into kepler’s server by pretending to be in on it with her: “she’s very good. it might turn into a problem.” / “i’ll run it by kepler.” two episodes later, files from kepler’s very secure server are “leaked.”

(the words "need to know" are spoken offhandedly by eiffel in the episode itself, but it also calls back to the excuse maxwell gives lovelace: "colonel kepler practically lives by the words 'need to know.' and, apparently, nothing i can say will ever convince him that i 'need to know' everything that's in our databanks.")

need to know opens with minkowski finishing an eleven hour shift, and then finding out kepler moved that shift to, well. now. she’s already frustrated and sleep deprived.

minkowski complains to kepler. jacobi and maxwell, on cue, barge in and complain to kepler. kepler assigns minkowski, jacobi, maxwell, and lovelace to punishment detail, taking eiffel out of the group because “you’re the only one who hasn’t wasted my time with pointless whining.” lovelace says: “um, i don’t think that i did any complaining either, so…” but that doesn’t matter. it’s just an excuse to remove eiffel from the group; he could just as easily have been singled out for special punishment. either way, it was going to happen.

hilbert isn’t there. not the most significant factor, since he’s already been effectively sidelined by kepler, but remember he already knows about eiffel’s sentencing, doesn’t care (about eiffel’s history OR about anyone else’s personal drama), and will later respond to minkowski asking by telling her to grow up and get back to work. it simplifies things to not factor him in.

consider the files themselves: we know from happy holidays that maxwell not talking to her family is common knowledge, but jacobi reacts like it’s news. we know from hera’s performance review flashback in memoria that kepler and jacobi were aware of “multiple attempted crew member homicides” in her record. the file about hera’s bentham directory was on kepler’s server. if there’s one person who would’ve been briefed on everything there was to know about hera, it would’ve been maxwell; her shock is entirely feigned. in fact, almost every reaction from jacobi and maxwell here is feigned. they’re black ops specialists who arrived prepared with divide-and-conquer tactics. there’s no reason they wouldn’t know these things. also note that none of the “leaks” reveal anything about the mission they didn’t already know, and that nothing about the si-5 is incriminating - if anything, it’s mostly silly and even humanizing. and, yes, all of that contextualizes maxwell’s reaction to “skiing?!”

eiffel’s file comes through last, once they’re already worn out. kepler sends eiffel to check on them at the same time so that he’ll walk in. jacobi shows minkowski the file. he lurks around waiting to see how her not-confrontation with eiffel goes, and then cements the thought in her head: what about you? are you going to care?

it’s true that there are aspects of the mission only kepler knows, but as far as information on the hephaestus crew goes (barring one very particular detail about lovelace)? that’s part of the job they were chosen for. when they kill the plant monster, kepler says: “you think we didn’t know about that thing? please. we listened to every log that you beamed down to canaveral.” kepler’s entire foundation is shaken when jacobi turns on him because this is how they operate: “have one person take the blame, say the mean things. meanwhile, the poor, betrayed little guy gets a bit more leeway - just enough to sneak up and hit you from behind.” the show is not subtle about any of this. you can pick apart any early-s3 interaction between two hephaestus crew members and an si-5 agent and see the same divide-and-conquer tactics at play. jacobi and maxwell are always - in morals, loyalty, job description - closer to kepler than they are to the hephaestus crew, and to even sort of believe otherwise is falling for that facade. it’s worth remembering that the hephaestus crew are prisoners. some of them were aware of it from the start, and some of them were lied to, but none of them were meant to leave. the si-5, on the other hand, went up there with a unified goal, and the knowing intention they would be, among other things, prison guards.

[waokevale]

[For the record, WX-78's relationship with Wagstaff portrayed here is strictly PLATONIC and bordering familial. The similarities of their appearances are intentional]

I swear to God if people focus strictly on Woodrow again while trying to ignore Wagstaff's existence—

Ik people hate him and I'm tired of it, he's just a guy, it's not funny when you're doing it for so long. Max, while under the influence of them did a lot of worse things, and while I don't hate him for it, there definitely feels to be a double standard.

Y'know actually, it's kinda hilarious that whenever people come in contact with nightmare fuel or shadow creatures, they turn into the worst versions of themselves; Ie. William becoming Maxwell, inadvertently ruining Charlie's life, getting her killed and starting a kidnapping spree, trying to take someone like Witherstone straight up out of spite and personal grudges.

Willow burning down the Orphanage and seemingly appearing to show no remorse or internal conflict afterwards (whether there were other kids or not– but let's be honest, realistically she wouldn't have been the only kid in there).

Wagstaff genuinely trying to help people (while also taking secret payment from them, because while they are rich, he's seemingly broke, seeing his apartment and junk.) but he still goes out of his way to save their lives, until he stumbles upon the projector which is filled to the brim with nightmare fuel– I think you get the point. You could easily assume that humans getting in contact with this substance tend to become more callous of the others' general well-being.

Aside from that, it's fun to portray how Wagstaff's and Woodrow's relationship used to be. I always thought Woodrow used to highly admire Wagstaff and think of him as a mentor or father figure of sorts, while Wagstaff definitely was impressed with their skills, and who knows, maybe even cared about them somewhat as well.

People tend to villify Wagstaff while making WX appear blameless and an innocent victim, which is strictly false. I LOVE WX, but they are screwed up and evil, that is no act. I wanted to highlight this aspect of them here, they appear to have good intentions, but they don't care about what his needs and wants are here. They're trying to appear noble by wanting to save him from his awful flesh, but in reality, as soon as he begins doubting them and claims their project is hazardous and needs to be nullified, they immediately turn their back on him and attack him. Of course their plan fails and they end up in the Constant, bearing spite and resentment towards him, as well as a lot of internalized contlict. They don't fully hate him, because to an extent, they were the one who took things too far.

In a way, both of them appear to share the trait of : If it doesn't work, get rid of it and start anew, and whilst this mentality mostly applies for organic creatures in WX-78's case, Wagstaff is more double-sided.

No, but I genuinely love this old man and want to explore his lore, why he is as fucked up as he is, because he's a very interesting and fleshed out character!

[the-sera]

I don't think it's a mystery by now that our folks were divided on how to end Mass Effect 3. Several people, myself included, were interested in making more. I really wanted it to be a saga of six games rather than three. I presented a lot of ideas, but upstairs did not have much interest. The concepts for the end was mostly canned in favor of a new trilogy. The intention seemed to make a larger and broader universe, the likes of Star Wars or Star Trek.

This obviously did not workout with Andromeda. I don't think the idea was bad, but I think it was a direction taken at the expenses of the original trilogy. The ending we worked on for the Mass Effect Trilogy had its own issues. There was a palpable unwillingness to commit to a fully tangible and explored outcome, some compared it to a powerpoint presentation with narration, which is a... rough way to put it, but a fair statement to make perhaps.

I do believe it is a game where the flaw are mostly the outlines of cut content. If something is weird or sucks, usually it is because you are looking at the part of something rather than the whole thing. The ending is no exception, Kai Leng as a whole, or even the limited role of Aria and the Council in the end. There were so many more ideas, I promise. Some of my proudest work can be found in it too, which makes cutting parts of it so sad.

I intend to talk more about the games I have contributed to, but I do want to mention something some of you may not know. I am currently fighting for my life against a rapidly worsening health condition. I would like to live to get the chance to work on amazing franchises like the ones I already have. At the time I am posting this, there has not been a single donation in 2 days. Your help would mean a lot to me, it is not a battle I can win alone. Thank you all.

[wilwheaton]

Schrödinger's Republican: Hates big government and the government overstepping, but constantly makes laws that overstep Claims to hate cancel culture, but wants to cancel everything at the drop of a hat Won't ban AR15s and similar weapons because bans don't work, but want to pass laws to ban the most trivial things that offend them Pretends to be pro life (for embryos), but wanted to cull actual humans during the pandemic, mostly elderly people like your parents and grandparents because "muh freedom" Constantly tells people to "stop living in fear!" Has to carry a weapon or they won't feel safe when picking up coffee or getting fast food Claims to hate pedos. Proudly supports the orange man who hung out with Epstein and Maxwell for over a decade. The same orange man also hired Alexander Acosta as Secretary of Labor into his administration, who happens to be the same guy who gave Epstein a slap on the wrist in 2008, railroading the FBI's investigation into Epstein. Brags about Republicans freeing slaves, proudly flies the flag of the Confederates, the ones who fought to keep slavery. Imagine calling yourselves the party of Lincoln while also flying the Confederate flag and getting triggered when they take down confederate monuments. Hates people who ask for handouts and people who don't pay taxes. Literally donates money to a supposed "billionaire" who is always asking for money. The same guy who also bragged about not paying taxes.

Schrödinger's Republican

Republicans are garbage.

[pikachic]

Hi it's me again. TMA/POKÉMON AU??? YES HELLO PARDON ME I NEED TO THROW MYSELF AT THIS OCCULUS AU YOU'VE GOT GOING ON IF YOU DONT MIND

*BUSTS DOWN THE DOOR* I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED

I’ve had this AU simmering away for a while and but haven’t posted that much about it, so thank you for the excuse to scream about my extremely self indulgent Pokémon x The Magnus Archives AU

*ahem*

Introducing:

POKÉMON OCULUS

(Here’s an illustration I did after getting your ask - Champion Jonathan and his ace Pokémon, Vigitera!)

This AU is set in the Ervenis Region, a relatively small island region off the coast of Galar. It closed its borders two years prior to the main storyline, shortly after its Champion went missing during a series of attacks in its major cities and his predecessor was found murdered. Since then, an acting Champion has been instated and the borders have been reopened, but the Champion still has not been found. Most Ervenisans believe he is dead.

However, the Ervenis Champion isn’t as dead as everyone thinks, and his disappearance is only the first in long chain of events that will shake Ervenis to its very core, orchestrated by a man who aims to rule over a ruined world governed by nothing but his own will and the fear of people and Pokémon alike, and who will stop at nothing to bring that goal into reality.

More lore under the cut!

(Some of the AU-specific names and terms might be placeholders in that I haven’t been able to come up with anything better lmao)

(Also some of the art might be a bit old)

General Lore Stuff

Jon is the Champion who went missing, and Gertrude is his murdered predecessor.

Martin is Ervenis’ Pokémon Professor

Martin being the Professor is literally perfect.

Be. Because.

All of the Pokemon Professors (except for the newest ones) are named after trees.

And Martin’s last name is BLACKWOOD. Which is an ACTUAL TREE.

(My first rough attempt at drawing Jmart in the Pokémon art style)

Also jmart are extremely married

They’re Ervenis’ favorite power couple

(Professor Blackwood for half of the main plot: *sighs.* …I miss my husband. I miss him a lot. I’ll be back.)

Their Pokémon ship name would be Londonfogshipping

Martin has a Galvantula (most likely a regional form), a Sinistea, a Frosslass, and a Togekiss

Jon, in addition to AU-specific Fakemon, has a Gardevoir and a Luxray

Jon also has a shiny Appletun on his team and Martin has a Flapple. Make of that what you will :D

Also yes there are Fakemon in this thing

I have never designed any Fakemon before except for one thirty-minute period of time from when I was ten but I’m not going to let that stop me

(Initial Fakemon sketches! Three guesses as to which characters get Sqwyrm and Manickregus and the first two don’t count)

(Also Ervenisan Yamask has another form, which evolves into Ervenisan Cofagrigus which is inspired by the Do Not Open coffin)

(I have a whole list of Fakemon designs I want to make but 90% of them aren’t fleshed out at all)

Tim and Sasha are Professors in their own right, and also Martin’s assistants/fellow researchers

Tim has a Houndoom because I saw another TMA Pokémon AU that gave him one and I really liked the idea, he also has a Ludicolo because I lost a debate with my friend who is also into both TMA and Pokémon

Sasha has a Dartrix and a Meowstic

Most of the Avatars are gym leaders

(Yippee gym leader designs!)

(Not pictured because I ran out of steam before I could draw them: Michael and Helen, who run a double Electric-type gym; Daisy, who runs a Dragon-type gym; Karolina, who runs a Ground-type gym; and Jared, who runs a Normal-type gym)

Elias is the acting Champion in Jon’s absence and the secret leader of Team Chrysalis

The current Elite Four consists of Peter, Simon, Maxwell, and Annabelle

You might have noticed that Jon and the gym leaders are all wearing (mostly) black pendants/brooches

This is part of the Ervenis’ region’s “gimmick:”

Metafestation (which is. Almost definitely a placeholder name)

Skilled trainers can use special items called Metalenses to tap into the psyches of Pokemon and Trainer to manifest the shape of their desires and the power of their emotions in reality.

You basically give the Pokémon a JoJo Stand

Each Metalens must be specially shaped and cut to suit unique trainers and Pokémon, and since using poorly made Metalenses may have disastrous consequences on its users, only a handful of people have the qualifications and legal authorization to do so

(Gerard Keay is one of these people!)

Metalenses are usually worn as pendants or brooches so they’re close to the user’s heart

For the Metafestation power-up to be strongest, the trainer and Pokémon must have a shared goal/desire and a deep bond

(This bond does not have to be a positive one. It just needs to be strong.)

These Metafestations have their own typing system, though no one’s been able to figure out exactly what it is yet.

It’s the Fears. The Fears are the typing system.

Though most users of this system aren’t aware of it, Metafestation comes from achieving a delicate balance of both desire and fear.

When I first came up with this idea, it was JUST Fear, but I felt like that was a bit dark for frickin POKÉMON so I added the desire aspect

After all, what we fear and and what we desire often go hand in hand

You desire safety because you fear its absence, you desire light because you fear the dark, you desire freedom because you fear being confined, etc.

For example, Professor Blackwood desires companionship, and fears being forgotten. Most of the Metafestations he and his Pokémon create are foggy and cold, but in a way soothing at the same time.

Though a small handful of them are spindly and laced with puppet strings and reflect his desire to wield his cunning for good.

(However, he hasn’t been able to properly use his Metalens in years. The first and only time he tried after his husband vanished, it backfired horribly, consuming both him and his Pokémon in a chilling fog and sending them spiraling into unconsciousness. It took weeks for them to recover, and Professor Blackwood bears a physical scar of the incident in the streaks of stark white in his hair.)

Of course, most people don’t have just one desire/fear. The Metalens just channels the strongest ones, and most users don’t achieve more than three separate tertiary types of power-ups.

One of the biggest exceptions is Jon.

He desires many things: Safety, love, knowledge. He also fears many things: Being manipulated and controlled, abandonment, the unknown.

When he was a child, something happened to him that scarred his psyche in such a way that he could channel all of his desires and fears.

It’s what makes him such a potent conduit for the power-up system, and what makes him a prime target for:

Team Chrysalis

Team Chrysalis is a criminal organization/sort of cult disguised as something innocent: The Magnus Institute, the region’s main research institution that Professor Blackwood works at

The AU’s main plot gets kicked off when Professor Blackwood finds evidence that his husband, the missing Champion, is still alive

If this were a real game, the main story on the side of doing the gym challenge would be helping Professor Blackwood look for clues about Jon’s whereabouts and about The Magnus Institute’s hidden goals

Professor Blackwood also figures out that it’s very likely that Elias had a hand in Jon’s disappearance

(Professor Blackwood for the other half of the main plot: *slams down the Do Not Open coffin in front of Elias* It’s a coffin. There’s a name engraved on it. “WHORE!” IT’S EMPTY!! *grabs Elias by the collar* AND YOU’RE GOING IN IT!!!)

The Elite Four are also part of Team Chrysalis and fully on board with its plan

Though Annabelle might have her own machinations going on

Team Chrysalis plans to reshape the world as they see fit by summoning a Legendary Pokémon that’s a warped physical manifestation of the fears and desires of all living creatures, and simultaneously embodies and feeds on those fears and desires

(It’s basically all the Fears mashed into one eldritch monstrosity)

(I’m mildly worried this sounds too similar to some existing legendaries but at the same time I’m just spitballing and having fun here)

To summon this Legendary, they need a lynchpin capable of channeling all of those fears and desires

This lynchpin is Jon because of course it is.

Team Chrysalis’ whole plan actually only serves to grant Elias immortality and make him king of a ruined world but shhh none of the team members know that

I have zero idea what the Legendary would look like, I just have the fact I want it to have “Pan” in its name

The climax of the story comes when Team Chrysalis starts their ritual and the end of the world. In order to stop them, their Vessel and the Legendary must be defeated.

You are challenged by The Archivist!

The Really Self Indulgent Part

I started working on this at the same time that my friend was watching through XY for the first time

So at some point when coming up with all of the story stuff my brain went “what if I stuck Ash Ketchum into the story?”

So Ash is there now. For some reason lol

He’s 19 now and is just doing his thing and traveling the world

As usual, he takes on the player’s role, challenging gyms and helping Professor Blackwood in his investigation and eventually helping him take on Team Chrysalis

(I made this shitpost in like. Less than an hour lmao)

Ash is so done with these evil team leaders trying to destroy the world

Greninja is also there because tHIS IS MY AU AND I DO WHAT I WANT *MANIACAL LAUGHTER*

And I think that’s it for an overview of Pokémon Oculus!

I have a bunch more stuff for this AU, mostly spitballs and WIP writing snippets, and I do plan on making more art and Fakemon designs eventually (especially now that I’m getting better at emulating the Pokémon art style)

Thank you for reading this far, and feel free to ask me anything about this AU! :D

[slixqrta]

yandere! omega x omega! reader

synopsis: an omega who doesn’t fit the stereotypical narrative of a submissive partner and an omega who does.

TW: 18+ writing, gn! reader, male! yandere omegaverse, mentioned and referenced violence, a brief mention of drugs, implied references of past sa towards the reader, manipulation, implied descriptions of reader getting depressed, implied mention of future noncon/dubcon, yandere elements.

a/n: so ah, my first post at tumblr, and since I always found interesting the omegaverse concept, i thought why not? why not writing one of my own and post it? and so, here i am. I hope the people who finds this to enjoy!! also be aware this contain some context that might not be suitable to some readers as mentioned in the TW area. and the divider is from @.cafekitsune

maxwell doesn’t fit the narrative of what an omega should be or act. he knows that, it’s something that he is proud of.

from the very first moment, he learned of his secondary gender, max promised to himself that he won’t let people take advantage of him because of it.

the long days of attending the gym, learning self-defense and taking daily doses of his anti-heat medication made him feel more confident. he is no longer that little boy who was often picked by his classmates, by alphas who often overlooked him. now from the most people’s eyes, he appears to be an alpha with his height and strength, ready to attack if necessary, so no one dares to approach him mostly of the time.

however, the alphas are another story.

those idiots, well a great amount of them, thinks maxwell is a challenge to be beaten.

his mind can replays the countless times where an alpha entered his life, promising equality and fairness, only to betray that promise. each time, max found himself standing his ground, taking them down the instant they shattered his trust.

there was one who was caught in the act of replacing his anti-heat pills with placebo, another one tried to convince him to stop attending the gym daily and to take lessons on ‘housekeeping’ classes, and the last one was dumb enough to even try to remove the condom during sex. that was the final straw.

after that incident, max stayed on his own.

the weekly pill that he managed to buy from a secret source serves to make his scent disappear. max doesn’t concern himself with how it works or where it comes from—his only focus is on the alphas who remain unaware of his true status as a omega as he walks through the streets. there is no one to bother him anymore.

his life is now peaceful.

there is no alpha to irritate him nor no society’s expectations thrown at him. he is at peace, ready to start a new life, ready to pretend to be a beta in the background of society and ignore all of his past problems. that was his plan, to live a perfect and solitude life at his small apartment, yet things changed when you popped at his life.

an omega who didn’t know better.

an omega who was raised that everyone is equal regardless of their secondary gender.

an omega who, unfortunately, didn’t know how awful most alphas act when things don’t go their planned way.

he found you sitting behind a dumpster on his way home after a night at the gym. the bruises on your skin were a clear sign you'd ndured from your alpha, and as a result, you had fled from them, ending up on the streets. max also notice of the faded bite mark on the back of your shoulder, a silent indication that it had been some time since your escape. his heart got heavier when seeing you in a state like this, and so max took you to his place.

his bachelorette apartment became your safe heaven, your new home. after spending days in complety silence following your rescue, you told max your name and the story of what had happened.

the alpha who you believed to be your soulmate, became abusive after trusting the words of the neighbors’ false accusations of your infidelity. the alpha ignored your pleadings, resorting to brutal force, demanding a confession for something you never did. after days unable to move properly, you gain enough courage to leave them with the little money you had in hands which led you to meet max weeks later at that dumpster.

it is no surprise the story shocked him. max always knew that alphas were dense when the subject was about their mates, but never he would think that an alpha would treat an omega so poorly like that. it disgusts him.

he can’t imagine how hard would his life be if he hadn’t fight to stand up for himself.

“i know it’s hard to tell someone about the abuses you’ve been through, but i’m happy that you were brave to open up with me.” he said, offering a hug that you happily accepted, resting your head on his chest as one of his hands gently caress your hair. “you know, you can stay here as much you need. i won’t rush you to leave.”

those words brought you comfort, safety and even happiness. never in million years, you would believe that someone would you. most of the time, when people witness an alpha and an omega fighting, they didn’t intervene. to their eyes, the submissive partner should be the one to blame. if a mere omega can’t handle an alpha’s outburst of anger, then they aren’t worthy.

to society’s eyes, omega aren’t nothing but a way to keep their partners from being violent outdoors. omegas are use as a form of entertainment to alphas, a maid to take care of the house, a baby machine to bear the stress of raising children on their own and a plaything to be used when they need to relieve stress.

it’s a miracle that you are no longer part of this circle of abusive, free from the fear and anxiety that comes with being an omega.

well, you can’t exactly go outside anymore, but at least you don’t have to live in fear of punishment like you used to. sure, you don’t have a personal income because of it, but that doesn’t matter, does it? as long as you with max, you’ll never need to step outside and risk yourself for a handful of pennies.

“the outside world is far too dangerous for a fragile omega like you.”

that’s what max always tell you when you try to bring up the subject of searching for a job. and always, you agree with his statement even though it hurts your heart.

don’t you realize that you are in the same position as before?

it took you a long time to notice how small the apartment feels. perhaps the months spent confined within these walls has heightened your awareness of the lack of personal space—or the absence of any time truly yours.

there is no privacy, no place to hide—not from this apartment, not from him and not from your own thoughts. the days blur together, each one an endless loop of the same routine.

you can’t take this anymore, not when max’s presence start getting overwhelming. and feeling your heat coming closer isn’t helping either.

to think max would stop giving you the anti heat pills after you ‘tried’ to escape drives you crazy.

it started in a weekend night. shaking your whole body as you dragged yourself to the bedroom. the heavy blanket covering your nude form as your fingers try to pleasure yourself, a stupid way to compress your moans.

you were so focused in staying quiet that you failed to notice max joining you in bed. his hands going underneath the blanket, not wasting time in tracing the many beauty marks from your skin.

he knows it’s wrong to touch you like this.

but, for the first time in his life, max has the upper hand in a situation like this.

he needs you.

and he will makes you need him even more.

“take a deep breath, [name]…” his mouth curved into a soft smile, a completely opposite of his actions. “i promise to make our first time a gentle one.”

[m1ssunderstanding]

Let it Be Close-watch

Paul, sweety, it's beautiful, but it's killing the vibe.

Ringo looks like a very old, very tired lab rat whose been put through the maze a few too many times

Somehow the air-brown mostly eaten apple is very appropriate.

She looks far too sweet here to ever let John down. Yoko has very kind eyes.

I love how it makes it seem like Paul and John are calling Maxwell “the corny one” but really we know from Get Back that they're talking about a particular arrangement they were trying out for Don't Let me Down.

I swear he's saying “John” there, not “Joan” and also he said “came down upon His head” so… Oh! And Max died in the end in this version? “Sure that Max was dead” Okay. So Paul kills John and then himself. Murder suicide story. Yeah, Paul, you're doing great mentally, we can all tell.

I love how George getting electrocuted was important enough to make the cut for both films. Poor baby. “If this boy dies you're gonna cop it” from the guy who was just singing about a serial killer.

They're so silly

Yoko does not agree with me

Paul: stealing your man, sweetheart. John: oh no I'm being stolen teehee!

They're so silly

Oh wait, were those bitchy looks at George??? Because there he is. Idk could easily be him or Yoko.

this poor autistic baby trying to use words (not his language) to explain music (his language)

“Good MoOornin! Wooah!” I think I just … You know how Mike said people were booing Paul in the theater watching this? Yeah it's because they were pissed he didn't step out of the screen and onto their necks.

Oh Michael put himself in his own movie too? Huh, cool.

They are always in my heart

The way Paul says “get on the mic” to John??? I would've thrown something, that was so fucking bossy! Just his tone and his face and his angry pointing fingers. So mean. And John just goes “okaaay”. Oof.

Ringo covering his eyes like a little kid watching a scary movie during the orange sweater fight. Same, babe.

Sounds like the original lyric John's going for is something long “All I want is you. Nothing else is gonna do.” But that obviously didn't fit with the tune. I wonder if there was a particular conversation with Paul being controlling that made the “everything has got to be the way you want it to” line click in.

Oh my gosh! So George is showing I Me Mine to Ringo and Paul and he says the “I don't give a fuck it can go in musical” line before he even plays it. Not after John's making fun of him like he does in Get Back. Nagra reels experts: which one is correct??

George: it's a heavy waltz. Ringo:*claps hands angrily and punches the air to a ¾ beat. I love him, he's like the core of “Beatle humor” to me.

Woah there! Okay this is the John/Yoko pda Peter Jackson cut, I see. I wonder if there's a lot more footage of them swapping spit that might make the “oh John was just so in love” theory more reasonable.

It's extremely impressive that George just wrote this whole thing last night. You know? John and Paul have brought in all fragments from what I can tell. He's the only one to come in with a basically finished product.

LMAO and we're just going to Apple now. No reason. Nothing happened. Nothing to see. Moving on.

Ringo is so so cute pretending to hide from the cameras. Really he should've been the cute one.

Is it just me or does Paul drop the sillies and get sad when he sings “always be mine” at John? It's his regular voice, too, for a minute, if I'm not mistaken.

Silly cuties. But John's grin and little sexy tongue action happens the second time Paul sings always be mine, so…

What friendly artistic collaboration looks like when it's not psychosexual

Paul: have you played the dubs? George: yeah. Terrible. Paul: Great! Ringo: terrible. John: laughs Paul: (sarcastic) oh, so dreadful. …. John: where's my guitar? Paul: (still sarcastic) well we're just the greatest band ever. Idk I just like this dialogue. It's very them, you know?

This is adorable.

But I also love how they're already communicating with eyebrows, you know? They just bonded so fast and I find that beautiful.

And then Heather ups their game from taking turns going “chchchchch” into the mic to meowing into the mic. She looks at Paul like “okay your turn” and he sets her down lol he's thinking ‘if I meow into the mic right now after John already had a sex dream last night about me, he might actually cream his pants and we can't have that on camera’

Lol Billy just magically appeared!

Paul you're literally so annoying. You started the goofing off and now you're like “alright lads, that's enough.” Mkay.

He is unbelievably sexy and talented though so you know he does have those little things going for him. Someone write me a Paul/Billy fic please!!

Kinda crazy how they all four just slide straight from “Kansas City” to “Miss Ann” to “Lawdy Miss Claudy”. Makes me think of something they might've done in Hamburg.

I'm sorry but Paul finishes “please don't excite me baby. I'm down in misery.” And John's immediate answer is, “well you can get it if you want it, and if you want it you can get it!” And Paul ends up singing “I want it I want it I want it I want it”. Nice. Very subtle, boys. And that's before John gets kinky.

I love how Heather just forces a hug from George and then immediately runs away. What a cutie.

But really. How did anyone watching this get the idea that John hated Paul? Just confirmation bias I guess?

All the cut off conversations kill me but especially the one where John's working though Paul's anxieties. They're just in the middle of it and then cut. “two of us Sunday driving…”

Someone should do a study of whistling in their songs. I feel like it's another one of their tip offs that “hey this one is about us” Anyway I love John's whistling here. He's so good at it. I can just imagine him as some farm boy picking apples, you know?

Imagine booing this poor stay puppy though, like. What? I mean, what if Johann Weiner was wrong and John wasn't crying at the sight of him and Paul playing triumphant together on the rooftop, but at Paul playing his little heart out about their doomed love. Idk it's probably both. Let's be real, John was bawling through the whole thing.

What is George laughing at? Picture quality is garbage because evil corporations don't let you take screenshots of their content, but he looks like that one kid in your elementary school class that just dumped Cheetos all over his crushes desk and thinks he's a criminal mastermind.

Also I do appreciate all the attention given in the chosen shots to the musicianship. I bet they liked that at least if they had the heart to like anything about the movie at the time.

I'm sorry but I love how in sync Mo and Paul are. With this ducking and later the shimmying. I know it's wrong to ship Ringo’s wife with one of the Beatles she didn't sleep with, but… idk I really want her to have bedded all four at one point, you know? She deserves it, being an og.

Okay but yeah I'd be having a public meltdown if I fumbled that too holy fucking shit

Ringo feeling himself as he should

George just looks like he smells nice. Unlike the others. You know?

John has such a beautiful smile. If somebody looked at me like that I'd put him up on a giant screen behind me on my world tour after he'd been dead for forty years too.

That pleeeaaaheeeaaase though. Looking at Paul. How did he survive I'll never know.

The cut from screaming Paul to grouchy nap lady is extremely painful.

John was so cool in this concert. Like the epitome of cool.

Kevin, my love, thank you for your service

I love Yoko leaning so far and craning her neck. She's like a mom at a school talent show. Like “I only came to see my baby.” Type vibe. Which is exactly what she's doing, unlike Mo, and honestly I find both of them extremely valid

You know in movies where the romantic leads are never looking at each other at the same time?

I think I watched George and John switching back on their amps like fifty times because I just love it so much. And from this angle, you can see John's saying something to Paul about it. He looks serious and he's shaking his head. I wonder what he's saying.

Mal Evans I love you forever for this. Look at his hand on the rail, just blocking them off completely, so protective.

Them turning to each other at the end always gets me. It's automatic, like second nature, and it's the last time ever. They deserved better.

Oh Darling duet in the credits are you fucking kidding me??? Was that in the original? “Believe me, when I tell you.” “Oh I do.” That's the second time that they gave away in this footage that they know they're talking to each other in their music.

Alright, that's it, I guess. And then MLH is haunted by this experience for forty years until he makes Two of Us to purge the demons.

[cioud-berries]

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I know i said i needed to work on finals but i just couldn't help myself! But for realizes now. It will be over a week until the next chapter

Summery:

Posts season 2: Spoiler warning!!

Being forced into an arranged marriage, [Name] tried her hardest with her unreceptive husband Salo. After his death, she was forced to replace his council position, trying to figure out who she was as a person. Sevika never expected to get anywhere close to the council, let alone join them. As the stigma around people from Zaun still stood, she struggled to gain the respect from her new fellow councillors. With so many differences how could the two really help one another?

Chapter Warnings:

Season 2 Spoilers, spicy at the end, almost smut, small alcohol involvement

Word count: 3,730

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        [Name] knocked on Sevika’s door, seeing if she was ready for dinner. Behind the door, the stomping of Sevika’s boots could be heard. She roughly opened the door to show her in a traditional Sembyrian outfit. 

        “You look good!” [Name] complemented, pushing past Sevika and walking into the room.

         Sevika closed the door. “I look stupid.”

        “No you don’t” [Name] replied, straightening out Sevika’s outfit. “Just be happy that I didn’t force you into a skirt.”

        “Fuck no.” Sevika cussed. “Why do I need to wear this again?”

        “Because we’re having dinner with my family.” [Name] replied, finishing up putting everything in the right place

        “And?” Sevika questioned, really wanting to change.

        “And my mom will be there.” She patted Sevika’s shoulders, and left her hands there afterwards. “If you want to win over support for Zaun, it's her you have to woo.” Sevika grumbled in response. “And look, we’re matching. She’s going to love that.”

        “Yeah this is your style, not mine.” Sevika rested her hand on [Name]’s waist since she was holding onto Sevika.

        “It's only about two hours.” [Name] sighed out, knowing she wasn’t getting through to Sevika.

        “Fine.” Sevika whispered. 

        They were very close together, bodies almost pressed up on one another. Their breath seemed to be in sync. [Name]’s eyes glanced between Sevika’s eyes and lips. This didn’t go unnoticed by Sevika, but she didn’t act, wanting [Name] to be the one to make the first move.

        [Name] almost leaned in to kiss her, but a knock interrupted the two. [Name] removed her hands from Sevika, taking a step back from her, trying to calm down. “Come in.” [Name] said now that she was mostly composed.

        Maxwell walked in through the door. He was on the brink of laughter at seeing Sevika all dressed up. Over the past few days, Maxwell and Sevika become quick friends, playing card games with a strong drink in front of them and passing a cigarette back and forth.

        “Don’t you dare fucking laugh at me.” Sevika snapped at him.

        “No no, you look great.” his voice cracked with his fist in front of his mouth to keep him from laughing.

        “Don’t even–.” [Name] angrily told her brother, not wanting to make Sevika feel any worse.

        “Convince her that I don’t need to wear this.” Sevika complained to Maxwell.

        “Oh no you definitely need to if you’re having dinner with our mother.” Maxwell said seriously, but he did find it comical. Sevika only groaned.

        “I even made sure to pick out a dress that would match the color of her top.” [Name] motioned down to her dress. “I know she would like it.”

        “She definitely will.” Maxwell agreed. “You look cute together.”

        “Thank you.” [Name] replied with a smile, but Sevika stayed quiet. “We should probably head over now. She’ll be mad if we’re late.”

        Maxwell nodded his head in agreement. As the three of them walked down the hall, Sevika was in between the siblings as they warned her about what to do and not to do in front of their mother. She lazily listened, not understanding why there were so many rules, and not necessarily wanting to listen to all of them.

        As they entered the large dining room, everyone but their mother was sitting at the table. Their father took the end of the table, while the other end was saved for their mother. Maxwell sat next to his father, beside him sat his wife, Lyssa; and beside her was Agalea. Sasha was sat across from Agalea. 

        [Name] sat beside Sasha, which only left Sevika the seat in between [Name] and her father. She didn’t like [Name]’s father all too much. He was extremely soft, allowing almost anything. It was clear why their mother was the head of the country. He wouldn’t survive a day in Zaun.

        “You look good in that outfit.” He complimented Sevika.

        Sevika tried her hardest to give a fake smile. Even though it was very clear to most that she didn’t enjoy the compliment, he gave back a warm smile.

        Agalea stared at Sevika. The outfit she was forced into didn’t allow her to hide her arm, leaving Agalea mesmerized, just like Sasha was the first time she saw it. Sevika could only roll her eyes. Lyssa quickly noticed, “It’s not nice to stare.” She quietly scolded the child.

        Before anything else could be said, [Name]’s mother walked into the room, drawing everyone’s attention. “I apologize for making you all wait.” She said, making her way to her seat. “I had to finish a few things up. Well most of you here understand that.”

        “I do now.” [Name] laughed. 

        “Yes, how has your new job been treating you?” Her mother smiled kindly at her. Her attention then turned to Sevika. “Oh where are my manners? I apologize for not introducing myself on your arrival. I just saw Sasha and got distracted. My name is Athena.”

        “Sevika.” She nodded in response.

        “How has the council been treating the two of you?” Athena asked. The appetizers began to be brought out and placed in front of them.

        “It’s been going well.” [Name] said while cutting into her food. “Sevika and I have been working together on a project that would allow the expansion of the Undercity.”

        “That’s great.” Athena too cut into her food. “I am glad you are working together.” She turned her attention to Sevika. She wanted to analyze her, which was hard to do when she was so far away and quiet. “What about you Sevika? How is the council treating someone from the Undercity?”

        “Most of the council members clearly don’t want me there but I push past it.” Sevika shortly replied. “With the help of [Name].”

        Athena gave a nod of approval, turning to her son, to talk about things she needed for the week. Sevika was trying her best to be orderly with the way she ate, but it was extremely hard with only one hand. 

        [Name]’s father noticed her struggle. He was quiet with his words, not wanting to draw attention to the situation. “Do you need help there?”

        Before she could even begin to reject the man, [Name] chimed in. “I got it.” She stood up, leaning over Sevika to cut her food. She really didn’t mean to draw attention, but with raising Sasha, it was purely instinct.

        “How did you lose your arm?” Athena asked with narrowed eyes.

        “Honey, that's not something you should-” [Name]’s father tried to interfere before she got into it.

        “This is my home.” Athena snapped back at her husband. “This is my table. I can ask whatever I want.”

        There was a total shift in Athena’s personality. She wanted to dig deep into Sevika, wanting to know what her intentions were, knowing that [Name] wouldn’t bring someone with her for purely political reasons. She was trying to be nice earlier, thinking that Sevika would respond better to that. But when Sevika kept blowing her off, she knew she needed to change her method.

        Sevika now understood the many warnings both [Name] and Maxwell gave her. Now she had a reason to ask about Sevika’s arm and Sevika could tell she wouldn’t let up unless she got the answer she wanted.

        “It was blown off.” Sevika shortly responded, thinking it was going to be enough.

        “What caused the explosion?” Athena continued on with her interrogation. 

        “Mom, you shouldn’t be asking those kinds of questions to someone-” [Name] was cut off by the glare that was shot her way. She could only look across the table to Maxwell, pleading for help. Lyssa knew to keep her mouth shut, having to go through this same process, but it was way less harsh for her because Maxwell was the oldest.

        “Hell if I know.” Sevika responded, not even knowing how to explain what happened. “I was just trying to protect my boss at the time.” 

        Athena didn’t know how to take that response. It meant she was loyal, but it was a matter of finding where Sevika’s loyalties lie. “So you jumped in front of them to save them?”

        Sevika nodded, taking a bite of her food. She was not going to back down to Athena, knowing that is what she wanted. “It was instinctual.” 

        “So you would jump in front of my daughter if she was in danger?” She narrowed her eyes at Sevika, wanting to see if she was lying or not.

        “Mom!” Maxwell shouted at his mother, knowing he was the only one who could do that.

        [Name] heated up, turning to Sevika, she whispered. “You don’t have to answer that.”

        “I have lost three children to misplaced trust.” Athena spat at her son. “You cannot blame me for being sceptical.”

        “I would.” Sevika said without hesitation. But she also caught the number, realizing that [Name] had only mentioned two dead siblings. Knowing that now was not the time to be asking questions, she just kept it in mind.

        The room was quiet as Athena watched Sevika, determining how she felt about her. The silence was broken by Sasha. “Miss Sevika wouldn’t hurt us. She's nice and fun!”

        Athena’s hard gaze traveled to Sasha. Gazing on her grandchild, she softened. “Yeah and Sasha tells me that she is teaching her self defence!” Agalea added on, not wanting to feel excluded.

        Those were the only two she couldn’t snap at in the room. She reached her hands out to either side of them, grabbing and squeezing their upper arms with love. [N ame]’s father took the opportunity to change the subject.

        “How did you get the position on the council?” He asked Sevika so Athena couldn’t trap her in conversation again. 

        Sevika went on to briefly explain. The rest of dinner Athena didn’t talk to Sevika, not needing to berate her with any more questions. Things were calmer but there was still that tension in the air. 

        Once everyone was getting up to leave. Athena walked up to Sevika, talking to her again. “I apologize for being brash. But you have to understand that I am just trying to look out for my child and grandchild.”

        Growing up in the lanes, Sevika understood the ‘trust no one’ motto. Sevika only responded with a nod. Athena gave her a smile before walking away, following her two grandchildren out.

        “I am so sorry about all of that.” [Name] walked up to Sevika, seeming mortified by the whole situation. “I knew she would be bad but I didn’t think it would be that bad.” 

        “It wasn’t too bad.” She truthfully responded, knowing how many of Silco’s meetings went. 

        “Really?” [Name] asked in surprise. “And I also apologize for her acting like we are dating or something. I promise I never gave them that impression.”

        “It’s fine. Stop apologizing.” Sevika huffed. 

        [Name] sighed, happy that the dinner was over. They began to walk out of the dining room “Well on the other hand, it seems like she really likes you?”

        “Really?” Sevika chuckled, not seeing how that was possible with the way she acted.

        [Name] nodded. “I mean she didn’t go further.” Then she remembered what Sevika said. With a cocky smirk and a sly tone, she asked. “So you would jump in front of a bullet for me. 

        Sevika nodded in response. “I know I can handle getting shot. And I know you couldn't.” 

        It wasn’t as romantic of a response [Name] was looking for. “You could still get killed.” 

        “I would still rather it be me.” She said while looking forward. “You have Sasha to look after.”

        “Do you not have anyone to take care of?” [Name] has been trying her hardest to see if Sevika had a lover of any kind, but had no opportunity and appropriate way to. 

        “Nope.” Sevika responded.

        [Name] smiled at the information. [Name] and Sevika made their way to their respective rooms. After entering hers, [Name] got dressed in a thin silk nightgown. Grabbing a book off the coffee table, she took a seat on the couches situated into the corner of her room. 

        She didn’t know how long she was reading for, but there was a knock at her door that interrupted her. Closing the book, she laid it back down on the coffee table. Opening the door, she found Sevika holding a bottle of wine.

        “Your brother just gave this to me.” She informed [Name]. “I don’t like this shit, so I thought I could share it with you.”

        [Name] smiled at the thought. Stepping aside, she let Sevika in. After closing the door, she realized that they were finally alone. Sasha was being taken care of by the nannies and her mother. Her brother gave Sevika the wine that [Name] liked the most, knowing Sevika would most likely share the drink with her. So there was no possible way he would interrupt the two of them. 

        [Name] bit her lip as she looked Sevika’s backside up and down. Sevika was looking around the room. She thought the room she was staying in was massive, but [Name] basically had a whole studio apartment to herself. She didn’t even know where to go to share the bottle. 

        Turning around back to [Name], Sevika saw the look in [Name]’s eyes. [Name] immediately snapped out of it, embarrassed that she was caught. “We can sit over here.” [Name] said as she walked past Sevika back to the couches. 

        Once they arrived, [Name] stopped before sitting down. “I don’t have any glasses in here.”

        “That’s fine.” Sevika said plopping down on the larger couch. “We can just share the bottle.” 

        [Name] heated up at the thought of putting her lips around something that Sevika’s lips had touched. She hated that Sevika made her feel like a teenager with a crush again. She sat down next to Sevika, turned towards her so their knees were touching. 

        Sevika used her mechanical hand to grab the cork and pulled it out. She offered the bottle to [Name] to take the first sip. [Name] had never drunk straight out of the bottle, so she grabbed it with both hands, only taking in a moderate amount.

        Sevika chuckled as she took the bottle from her, with one hand she chugged about one third of the bottle. [Name] could only fixate on her lips as she swallowed the liquid. When Sevika moved the bottle away from her face, she used her shirt sleeve to wipe her mouth. 

        She offered the bottle back to [Name], but she shook her head. Sevika placed the bottle down on the coffee table. Deeply sighing, she leaned back on the couch. Using her hand, she shuffled something out of her pocket. 

        Handing a screwdriver to [Name], she asked. “Can you help me remove my arm?”

        “Uhm.” [Name] responded, shocked by the sudden request. “Sure.” 

        [Name] grabbed the screwdriver from Sevika, fingers brushing past one another. Sevika moved to face [Name] so she could have easier access to her mechanical arm. [Name] got off the couch, sitting on the ledge of the coffee table to get in the perfect position. 

        Using her hand, she pointed to the rim that the screws were on. “Just these ones.” 

        [Name] nodded, going in to unscrew the first few. Sevika used her hand to hold the arm up so it wouldn’t fall on the floor once it was detached. It all felt very intimate, even though it shouldn’t. [Name] was very concentrated, not wanting to unscrew the wrong thing.

        Once the arm was off, [Name] took the arm from Sevika, her knees buckled, not expecting to to be that heavy. “Do you take it off every night?” [Name] couldn’t help but ask as she carefully put it down on the coffee table. 

        “For the most part.” Sevika said, leaning back into the couch. “Sometimes I have trouble taking it off and I just sleep with it on.”

        “So you always do that by yourself?” [Name] questioned, sitting back down on the couch, she brought her feet up, sitting criss cross. Her knees were touching Sevika’s legs as Sevika’s arm hung off the back of the couch.

        “Pretty much.” She shortly responded, looking back at [Name].

        [Name] smiled, feeling proud to be one of the few Sevika trusted to do such a thing. [Name] leaned her head against the back. “I don’t want to go back to Piltover.” [Name] complained. 

        “Why don’t you stay here?” Sevika asked, not understanding her reasoning.

        “Because I have to take care of Salo’s council position until Sasha is old enough.” [Name] sighed out.

        “You don’t have to.” Sevika replied.

        “Yes I do.” [Name]’s brows furrowed, getting defensive. “Salo’s clan will get all pissed off, claiming I stole their heir and sold their position.”

        “You don’t live for yourself, do you?” Sevika asked, looking up into the ceiling.

        “What’s that supposed to mean?” [Name] asked aggressively, not liking her words. 

        “It means you’ve never done anything for yourself.” Sevika’s tone was assertive as she faced back towards [Name]. Before she could retort, Sevika continued. “I mean you- what- were fighting for your country in a war for eighteen years; Were forced to marry at nineteen; Had a child at twenty; had had to raise her, and do everything for her for the past six years? Sounds to me that your life has been controlled by everyone but you.”

        [Name] only stared at her in shock. Sevika was completely right, but the thought left an extremely bitter taste in her mouth. “I am fine with Sasha being my whole life.” She replied, mainly being defensive over the hinting at Sasha being a chore for her.

        “Yeah but would you even have had a child right now if you weren’t forced to marry Salo?” Sevika asked.

        [Name] went quiet again. She had never thought about what her life would’ve been like if she had never married Salo and had Sasha. “Well either way, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if I didn’t want to marry him, I’m happy that Sasha was a product of it.”

        Knowing [Name] wouldn't change her stance on Sasha, she continued. “What would you do for yourself right now if you could?”

        “I would move Sasha and I back here.” [Name] said in a heartbeat.

        “Nope.” Sevika shook her head. “That benefits Sasha as well. It has to be something that you don’t care how it affects anyone else.”

        [Name] looked at Sevika, eyes traveling down to her lips. Subconsciously, she chose what she wanted to say. She covered her mouth, embarrassed about it. Sevika could tell that she had made her mind up. Putting her hand on [Name]’s mid-thigh, she tried to coax the answer out of her. “What is it?”

        [Name] moved her hands to her lap, balling up the fabric of her nightgown in her hands. Her heartbeat sped up, as she mumbled the word. “I would kiss you.”

        Sevika gave a cocky smile, happy to finally get it out of her. “You know that doesn’t just benefit you?” Sevika teased, causing [Name] to heat up more. Sevika moved her hand off of [Name]’s thigh, cupping her face to bring it closer to hers.

        [Name] closed her eyes, waiting to feel the impact of their lips connecting. Just before their lips touched, Sevika paused, taking in [Name]’s face, and allowing her to pull back if need be. [Name] opened her eyes, to see Sevika’s face so close. 

        Sevika smirked, finally leaning in to connect their lips. [Name] enjoyed the feeling, especially with the lip ring. But she quickly realized she had no idea what she was doing. She followed Sevika’s lead, moving her lips in the same pattern as Sevikas.

        The longer it went on, the more she wanted. Moving her hands from her lap, [Name] grabbed onto Sevika’s shoulders and leaned into the kiss more. Sevika moved her hand down from [Name]’s face, tracing the hand down her body. 

        Sevika began to pull at the bottom of [Name]’s nightgown until she could put her hand under her skirt, feeling the skin of her thigh. The makeout only got sloppier and more wet until Sevika pulled away, immediately attacking her neck, [Name] moaned in response. 

        [Name] removed her hands from Sevika’s shoulders, placing them behind her on the couch as she leaned on them, giving Sevika more access to her body. Sevika’s mouth trailed down her skin until it met the hem of her nightgown. Without a moment to waste, Sevika moved the bottom of her skirt up to her waist. Noticing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

        Bending towards her vagina, Sevika wrapped her arm underneath [Name]’s thigh, hoisting it up, so she could have better access. Putting her head in between [Name]’s thighs, she got closer to [Name].

        [Name] could feel Sevika’s fast paced breath on her wet vagina. The sensation made her snap out of her haze, immediately getting embarrassed. Quickly, she leaned forward, covering her vagina from Sevika’s mouth.

        “I’m sorry.” She huffed trying to catch her breath. “I just remembered how I looked down there.”

        Sevika stayed between [Name]’s thighs, looking up at her. “What? You have a pussy.”

        “No I mean.” [Name] stumbled over her words. “After having Sasha and all…”

        “From what I saw, you look fine.” Sevika encouraged.

        “I just can’t tonight.” [Name] cringed, feeling embarrassed over the whole situation.

        Sevika pulled away from [Name]. She grabbed the bottle of wine off the coffee table, taking another swig. [Name] just withered beside her. “I’m sorry.” She said, feeling as though she ruined the mood. 

        “Don’t be.” Sevika placed the bottle back down. “You can’t help when you’re feeling it.”

        [Name] cringed, knowing she definitely was feeling it, but her insecurities got the best of her. “Could we, uhm…” [Name] mumbled, trying to find her words. “Continue making out?”

        She was expecting Sevika to reject her, but she turned to her with a sly smile. “Of course.”

        “Could I also sit on your lap?” [Name] asked embarrassingly.

        “Only if I can hold your ass.” Sevika’s smirk grew. 

        [Name] smiled back, realizing that she didn’t ruin much. “Deal.” She said as she began to startle Sevika’s thighs, grabbing her face and kissing her again. Sevika’s hands held her butt, squeezing it occasionally.

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Snow Wars

Brothers-in-Arms Series- Prequel

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Prompt:  Snowball fight - Week 2 December 1st to 7th @choicesprompts 

Choices Book: The Royal Romance, pre-book #1

Series:  Brothers-in-Arms, prequel/one-shot 

Pairing: None  Warnings: none

Characters: Liam Rys, Drake Walker, Maxwell Beaumont, Leo Rys, Olivia Nevrakis, Eleanor Rys, Trystan Thorne 

Rating: Teen - All characters belong to Pixelberry

Category: angst/fluff, ask/prompt 

Words: 1.7k, not Beta’d, please excuse all errors 

A/N: A ”Brothers-in-Arms" series prequel

A/N2: Trystan Thorne - Choices, Crimes of Passion

A/N3: My submission for: choicesdecember2024; Day 10, snow; Day 30, snowball fight @lilyoffandoms

Brothers-in-Arms Series

Snow Wars, Prequel

Summary:  Liam, Drake, Maxwell, Olivia, Leo, and Trystan engage in a spirited snowball fight during their winter stay in Lythikos. What begins as a friendly challenge quickly turns into an epic battle, filled with strategy, laughter, and good-natured rivalry.  

On a crisp winter morning in Lythikos, eight-year-old Prince Liam gazed out of the frosted window of Lythikos keep. The fresh snowfall blanketed the landscape in a shimmering white, and an idea sparked in his young mind. 

 “Snow fort,” he whispered to himself, eyes lighting up with excitement. 

Rushing to his quarters, Liam rummaged through his suitcases until he found ‘The Young Adventurer’s Guide to Winter Fun’. A gift from his mother, Liam flipped through the pages, he stopped at a detailed diagram of a snow fort, complete with instructions on stacking snow bricks and carving tunnels. 

“This is perfect!” Liam exclaimed excitedly, clutching the book tightly and rushing back down the grand staircase. 

 He quickly found his best friends, nine- year-old Drake and eight-year-old Maxwell, in the keep's cozy sitting room. Drake, the practical and steady son of a palace guard, was warming his hands by the fire, while Maxwell, always brimming with energy, was busy fashioning a makeshift sled from a serving tray. 

“Who’s up for building the greatest snow fort in Cordonia?” Liam announced with a grin, holding up the book like a treasure map. 

Drake, ever the skeptic, raised an eyebrow. “A snow fort? Isn’t that for kids?” 

“Drake, we are kids,” Maxwell chimed in, already excited. “I’m in!” 

“Looks like we have a deal,” Liam said, clapping his hands. “Let’s divide into teams!"

Olivia, sitting quietly with her hot cocoa, perked up. “I’ll be on Liam’s team!” she declared, her cheeks turning pink. At seven years old, Olivia was already fiercely loyal to Liam, even if it was mostly because she had a budding infatuation with him. 

“First,” Liam said, flipping the book open to the diagram, “we need to make snow bricks. The book says to pack snow into molds to make them strong.” 

Drake, ever the realist, crossed his arms. “Molds? We don’t have molds.” 

“Not a problem,” Liam said confidently. “We’ll use whatever we can find—buckets, pans, anything.” 

 Armed with pots, pans, and boundless enthusiasm, the three boys and Olivia ventured into the snowy expanse and trekked to the edge of the icy lake near the keep, followed by several Royal guardsmen. The air was cold and crisp, their laughter echoing as they began packing snow into their makeshift molds. 

Maxwell, already covered in snow from head to toe, announced loudly, “I’m the official Chief. Brick. Maker!” 

 Drake rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Fine but make them sturdy. No crumbling bricks.” 

Meanwhile, Olivia took charge of decorating the fort with pine branches and icicles, making it “look royal.” Adding a small Cordonian flag attached to a stick, she propped it into a turret top.

Hours passed as the boys stacked their snow bricks into walls. Liam, with the book propped open nearby, directed the construction like a young architect. Drake ensured the walls were straight and stable, while Maxwell worked on a tunnel inside the fortress walls.  

By the time the sun began to dip behind the snowy peaks of the surrounding mountains, the fort was complete. It stood tall and proud, with sturdy walls, a small entrance, and even a snowball arsenal inside. 

 “We did it!” Liam declared, his cheeks flushed with triumph. 

 Maxwell flopped onto the snow, exhausted but grinning. “This is the greatest thing we’ve ever built!” 

Drake leaned against the fort’s wall, nodding in agreement. “Not bad, Your Highness. Not bad at all.” 

 As the evening settled over Lythikos, the four friends sat inside their creation, sharing stories and sipping hot chocolate brought out by the keep’s kitchen attendants. For that moment, the snow fort wasn’t just a fort—it was their Kingdom, a place where adventure and friendship reigned supreme. 

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 The winter sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the snow-covered grounds of the keep. Crown Prince Leo and Crown Prince Trystan of Drakovia stepped out of the black SUV, their boots crunching in the freshly fallen snow. It had been a grueling day of lessons—diplomatic protocols, strategic warfare, and a particularly tedious lecture on trade agreements—but now, finally, they were free. The sixteen-year-old young men were having military lessons at the army stronghold nearby. 

 As they walked towards the main entrance of the keep, Trystan nudged Leo with his elbow. "Looks like someone’s been busy," he said, pointing in the direction of the lake. 

Leo followed Trystan’s gaze and smirked. Beside the outline of the frozen lake stood a grand snow fort, its walls expertly packed and reinforced, with small openings that served as lookout points. Surrounding it were scattered piles of snowballs, clearly prepped for an impending battle. From behind the fort's walls, they spotted movement—Liam’s blond hair peeked out, followed by Drake’s unmistakable silhouette and they heard Maxwell’s exuberant laugh. 

“Oh, absolutely,” Leo replied with a grin. “Let’s show them why we’re the older brothers,” as they moved toward the lake. 

 Without another word, the two princes bent down, scooping up handfuls of snow to form their own ammunition. Trystan was already calculating strategy. “We’ll flank them—split up and take the high ground. They won’t know what hit them.” 

 Leo chuckled. “Or, we could just charge in and cause chaos. That’s more fun.” 

 “Chaos it is,” Trystan agreed, and with that, the battle was on. 

Behind the fort walls, Liam crouched low with Drake and Maxwell. “They’ve seen us,” Liam said, his voice tinged with excitement. “Stick to the plan.” 

 Drake, ever the strategist, nodded. “We’ve got the fort’s protection. Maxwell, you’re our wildcard. Keep them distracted.” 

 Maxwell saluted dramatically. “Distraction is my specialty.” 

As Leo and Trystan advanced, Maxwell popped up from behind the fort, holding a massive snowball. “Incoming!” he yelled, hurling it with all his might. The snowball arced through the air, landing harmlessly a few feet from Trystan, who retaliated with a well-aimed shot that splattered snow across Maxwell’s face. 

“Direct hit!” Trystan cheered. The battle began with a flurry of snowballs flying through the air. Laughter echoed across the courtyard as both teams ducked, dodged, and launched their icy ammunition. 

Leo, meanwhile, launched a barrage of snowballs at Drake, who blocked most of them with an improvised shield of snow. “That’s all you’ve got?” Drake taunted. 

 “Oh, not even close,” Leo replied, sprinting forward and scooping up more snow as he went. He hurled two snowballs at once—one hit Drake’s shoulder, the other narrowly missed Liam. 

 “Nice try!” Liam called out, popping up from his hiding spot to lob a snowball at Leo. It caught him square in the chest, leaving the older prince momentarily stunned. 

“Think we’re being challenged?” Trystan asked, raising an eyebrow. 

 “Little brother’s got a good arm!” Leo laughed, brushing snow off his coat. 

Drake proved to be an excellent snowball sniper, hitting his targets with impressive precision. Maxwell, on the other hand, turned every hit into a dramatic fall, faux-claiming to be “mortally wounded” before springing back to life. 

Olivia stuck close to Liam, her aim chillingly accurate, but her real focus on staying by his side. “Liam, watch out!” she cried, tackling him to avoid one of Leo’s well-aimed snowballs. 

“You saved me, Olivia!” Liam said with a grin. 

“Of course I did!” she replied, blushing. 

 The fight continued on with laughter echoing across the grounds. Maxwell, true to his word, caused chaos by running circles around Trystan, throwing snowballs in every direction. Drake held his ground valiantly, while Liam alternated between offense and defense, his precise throws keeping his older brother and Trystan on their toes. 

 Finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the princes called a truce. They stood together in the snow, breathless and rosy-cheeked, their earlier lessons and responsibilities momentarily forgotten. 

 “Not bad, little brother,” Leo said, clapping Liam on the shoulder. “But next time, Trystan and I will bring reinforcements.” 

“Bring whoever you want,” Liam replied with a smirk. “We’ll still win.” 

As they walked back to the keep, they exchanged playful jabs and stories of their victory and near-misses. For a brief moment, they weren’t princes with the weight of kingdoms on their shoulders, or children—they were just brothers, and friends enjoying the magic of a winter’s day.

The fun came to an abrupt halt when Queen Eleanor Rys, Liam’s mother, appeared on the scene, her presence regal yet warm. 

“Liam, Leo, and everyone,” she said with a smile. “It’s time to get ready for the ribbon-cutting ceremony in the city.” 

“But we’re in the middle of a war!” Leo protested, his snowball in hand. 

Eleanor raised an eyebrow. “A snowball war can wait. The people of Lythikos are expecting us, Leo.” 

“Olivia, I’d like you to join us,” Eleanor added. “I could use a young lady’s perspective.” 

Olivia’s face fell. She had been looking forward to spending the rest of the day with Liam, and the thought of being separated from him was disappointing. 

Olivia hesitated, glancing at Liam. “Do I have to?” 

Liam crouched down to her level, brushing snow off his gloves. “You’ll have fun, Liv. And I’ll see you later, okay?” 

“Okay,” she mumbled, still reluctant but unable to refuse Liam’s gentle encouragement. 

A Memorable Day ...

As Eleanor led Olivia away to a waiting SUV, the others exchanged knowing smiles. “Looks like we’ll have to finish this battle another day,” Liam said. 

“Next time, we’re building two forts,” Leo declared as he ran inside to change his clothes for the ceremony.

"Or three!" Maxwell added with a laugh.

Despite the interruption, the day had already become one of those cherished childhood memories that none of them would forget. The laughter, camaraderie, and hint of youthful rivalry in the snowy dukedom of Lythikos marked the start of many more adventures to come.

'There's so many different worlds

So many different suns

And we have just one world

But we live in different ones'

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What are your opinions on the Justice League International? They were a controversial time for the League for sure, a lot of news outlets around here, red state, you understand, called them a 'joke' and 'an embarrassment on the good name of the League,' but they were heroes, if you ask me.

Any red state dipshit who wanted to say that about the JLI would have to then meet me in the parking lot after I smacked my work gloves across his face.

(The most iconic image of the JLI, the day they received their official charter from the United Nations. TIME Magazine.)

The "Justice League Detroit" (A name I put in quotes because it IS meant to be pejorative in its original context, though the surviving members of that team wear it with pride ) had disbanded after a violent clash with Anthony Ivo left several of its members dead around the same time that G Gordon Godfrey was first able to whip up a popular discontent around superheroes.

This, of course, lead to the famous "Battle of the Lincoln Memorial" where a group of heroes defeated Godfrey and stymied the plans of his ultimate master, Darkseid. Bringing together a new team with the realization the world always needed a Justice League.

The team would handle various crises until the came into the interest of billionaire philanthropist Maxwell Lord who approached them with an idea: Seek official UN sanction, granting greater resources in exchange for government oversight. This period is when the most iconic lineup joined the team more or less, including the American mandated Captain Atom, his Russian counterpart Rocket Red with personable duo Blue Beetle and Booster Gold.

The First thing that caused an international backlash was the WAY the UN sanction was secured, namely that it was a TRANSFER of the Global Guardians' sanction to the League which was WIDELY unpopular in the majority of the world, especially among the Nonaligned Nations. The Global Guardians were and are deeply respected in the areas where they are active and cutting them out in order to replace them with a line up of the Justice League was seen by many smaller nations as America muscling in on the international stage.

This international outcry was somewhat quieted by the addition of popular Brazilian and Norwegian heroines Fire and Ice to the group and the mandated acceptance of Russia's Rocket Red. Though concerns remained that its claim to an international organization was hollow due to its majority American membership in contrast to the truly global commitment of the Global Guardians, worries I sympathize and agree with to a degree.

The OTHER "problem" many had with the team was with its general bearing and membership. The League was at that time, and still often is, thought of in terms of "The Seven", its most famous and prominent members with other heroes playing a peripheral role in the eyes of the public. With Batman very swiftly bowing out once media attention glued itself to the team, the only member of that chosen few that remained was the Martian Manhunter who is often disregarded by a certain...kind of observer. This lead to a perception that the JLI wasn't the "real" Justice League despite the total confidence placed in the JLI by personages like Superman or Wonder Woman.

It also got itself involved in rather less serious matters and conducted itself in a sometimes less than proud manner, mostly due to the public debacles that Blue Beetle and Booster Gold became wrapped up in. But I've already made a post about my thoughts on both men and why I think both are deserving of respect.

My evidence is as it shall ever be.

If you are slightly older than me you probably clearly remember when an alien alliance lead by a race calling themselves THE DOMINATORS tried to conquer the Earth via military force of arms. Which team was at the forefront of the counter attack that saved all our lives? The JLI.

Who stopped the illegal Bialyan junta under "Queen Bee" from gaining a superweapon? The JLI.

Who pushed back the intergalactic despot Despero to such a degree that he STILL thinks that these are Earth's greatest champions? The JLI. I would dare ANYONE who would like to question their legacy to stand in their shoes and still see if their big mouth avails them.

[tychos-huzband]

finally making an intro post lol

(after however long ago 9/16/23, 5:03:16 PM was lmao)

Charlie/C/Nny/Jack/John/Johnny/Robbie/Lemon/Onion/Lemon Cookie/Jimmy/David/Shaggy/Ethan/Anthony/Ant/Evan/Tutter/William/Err/Dan/Meat/Chandlo/Cappucceetle/Instabug/Homestar/Terminator/Fry/Fred/Filbo/Francis/Anonymous/Anon/Sans/Sire/Snorpy/Stanley/Steve/Bunger/Allen/Al/Maxwell/Strabby/GIR/Bopsicle/Dionysus/Vincent/Daniel/Dennis, in order of preference

(pink = main name, green = other actual name, blue = nickname, green-blue = both/uncertain)

[[not a system at all i just have a shit ton of names i like the sound of and decided to steal!!]]

FORMALLY benatars-slut and foxxys-huzband

he/it in order of preference

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extra info

nicknames are great, but i really prefer my true name(s) being used, sorry :<

i'm canonically autistic and am suspected by many to also have adhd

trans boy with issues between me and my entire biological bloodline

puppy otherkin (some sort of golden retriever/cockerspaniel, but either way am puppy :3)

SON of @fluxxdog and @silelda , as seen in The Bio™ (they're very cool)

my favorite color is purple

i'm really emotionally sensitive

i apologize a lot because i tend to be a huge people pleaser

my favorite safe food is definitely campbell's chicken noodle soup with instant ramen coming in close second

i have WAY too many interests to count jfc

my discord is charlie_the_foolish and my newgrounds is chaoticallyGeneric

i also play ponytown! (my ponytown username is AutisticAdamSandler)

my main ponytown character is mostly just the newest cosplay i've made but here's what's supposed to be my main sona:

i fucking LOVE community and abed nadir is the #1 autism rep unless weird al gets officially diagnosed or hussie confirms that gamzee makara is autistic

scene boy wannabe...

Oopsy Bear and Homsar haters DNI those are my SONS

i'm a minor but i do occasionally make/reblog lewd jokes so let me know if you're uncomfortable with that!!

i'm just here to vibe babey

my roleplay sideblogs!!!

Sunflower (Plants vs. Zombies 1): @sunflower-official

Allen the Magic Goose: @some-stupid-goose

Charlie (Community OC): @your-fave-college-wreck

my "your fave" sideblogs.

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[tokoyamisstuff]

Hey there hope you’re doing well just wondering what kind of jobs do you think the characters of hellsing have in a normal life?

Ayoo here's a collection of silly ideas from the Hellsing Discord mostly (and some scraps of my last braincells):

Alucard teaches history and is obsessed with wars specifically. Infodumps about brutal facts a concerningly amount.

Anderson would be either a librarian, a kindergarden teacher every parent feels mildly intimidated by (but the kids love him very much), or a theology professor.

Seras would be a personal trainer or a bodyguard.

Integra was supposed to inherit her father's business but became a lawyer that specializes in enforcing human rights.

Walter is an undercover agent that works as a butler to unveil Arthur's massive tax fraud.

Pip is a temp worker that's talented with everything but still can't keep a job for two weeks straight because of his attitude.

Maxwell becomes one of those redpill influencers that sells bullshit to his naive followers and makes thirst edits of himself.

Heinkel gives classes for material arts or sports.

Yumie would be a school counselor or a nurse with an open ear for everyone.

Jan and Luke own the club they had in Hellsing Gonzo. Jan ends up in prison often but his brother somehow always bails him out.

The Captain is an ex-soldier with a lot of confirmed kills. Retires to become a dog-walker or work in an animal shelter.

The Major would either be an evil CEO or the leader of a cult-like commune that claims they don't fit into today's society (definetly commits felonies either way).

The Doc would be a chef, a fashion designer, or one of those surgeons with questionable PHD that offers body modification operations in his basement.

Rip writes dark romance novels that sell surprisingly well with the booktok girlies (we all know her Tumblr would be fire).

Zorin is a tattoo artist with a side business on etsy (she scams people by selling fake magic stuff).

Dandy has no job, he literally scams people with gambling and card tricks.