#Don Webb

[thefugitivesaint]

Todd Lockwood, ''Science Fiction Monthly'', Vol. 4, #2, 1996 Source

[alephskoteinos]

Having finished reading Seven Faces of Darkness, I think I'll hold on to it. I might see fit to consult it again or compare its PGM spells against the PGM and related resources. It can have practical value in chaos-magickal Satanist Pagan synthesis, but dross must be cut. The dross comes mostly in the certain conceits that Webb brings from his Setian background. These include the desire to interpret lots of magical texts and traditions as really being "Typhonian" (thus Setian), and the rational-idealism he associates with "Hermeticism".

One thing of value philosophically is the way he frames polytheistic cosmology as a succession of gods creating the cosmos and then modifying it, and the goal of the magician as being to re-create themselves in order to be the next god to join the thread and modify creation. This can be brought back to Bataillean analysis and presents a contradiction for the Setian Webb. Like any other Setian, Webb emphasizes the isolated intellect as the central subject, but what Webb talks about here implies divine continuity, thus contradicting that isolation. Continuity in Bataille's terms here takes the form of the divine procession of creation and the modification of creation. The magician, by seeking to become a creative entity, seeks to overcome human discontinuity and join divine creative continuity.

You can also interject something Sadean into that mix. The need to re-create yourself and "modify your own creation" can be translated through the way Bataille, Blanchot, and perhaps Deleuze speak of "sadistic" negativity extending to the self and everywhere. The impetus to modify creation can be translated in terms of how Geoffrey Gorer defined the pleasure of modifying the external world. With Webb this is paired with a struggle against some anti-cosmic counterveilance to the renewal of cosmic life.

But in this sense, I think this is an area where Webb presents an area of innovation for the Left Hand Path or Satanism *despite* himself. You have to extract it, yank it out, from the limits of his own worldview.

[sekhemsha]

18AUG2022

Lessons of the Vampyre

I picked up this book, I believe, in early December of 2021. At the time, I was visiting bookstores in my new town of Albuquerque, New Mexico, in search of the items on "Uncle Setnakt's Reading List", which is posted on the website of the Temple of Set. While doing so, I became aware of other books written by the authors mentioned, notably this recently-published volume, authored by Don "Uncle Setnakt" Webb himself. I have read and revisited this book twice since my purchase of it, and I am currently on a third re-reading of it. I have attempted the "Vampyre Lite" practices upon each revisit, predictably starting with determination and yet falling away quickly. On this, my third attempt, I am trying to figure out why an adherence to routine and structure is difficult for me in general - as this is something I must definitely sort out before I can commit to initiation of any kind, Setian or otherwise - and I have arrived at some initial ideas.

The book's focus on energy, notably feeding, exchange, storage, and transmutation was initially alien to me. However, after reading "On Becoming An Alchemist" by Catherine MacCoun about a month ago, these concepts now make more sense. I was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of 36 (early 2021), which finally caused me to understand why, on a fundamental neuropsychological level, I have struggled greatly with all forms of creating and maintaining order. I have used prescribed low-dose, extended-release amphetamine since then to assist with executive function, but it doesn't help with everything and nor does it seem to help consistently, the latter of which appears to be influenced in part by my natural monthly hormonal fluctuations.

The issue here is that I find myself often craving certain types of energy with an addictive-like desperation. The most troublesome of which is social energy aka attention/interaction either one-on-one or in a very small group, which releases dopamine. Since arriving in Albuquerque and having to make a completely new social circle, I found myself utterly obsessed with attention from and interaction with my new friends, going so far as to neglect basic needs (especially sleep) and academic responsibilities (studying/assignments) because I needed that social energy with a level of craving that eclipsed all other desires. I also had gone off of my medication at the time, which was absolutely, in retrospect, a very poor choice.

Reading this book, "Energy Magick of the Vampyre", for the third time has helped me realize why I crashed so hard after I moved across the country. My energy sources were fixed upon certain people, certain places, and certain activities, all of which were specific to my previous location in New Orleans, Louisiana. Instead, fixation should be upon the ways that I obtain energy, and not the actual sources used. That sort of fixation (surprise, surprise) is quite literally what the magical practices detailed in this book focus upon. The first fixed component of daily/weekly/monthly/yearly ritual is specific to the individual and can be done anywhere, with the added advantage of tethering one to both the natural and man-made calendar cycles. The second fixed component of sources of energy is based upon categories of ideas and concepts, and the discerning Vampyre can find suitable sources embodying those at any location. The third fixed component is that of the Vampyre mythos as an archetype, which allows the newcomer something both fixed and powerfully ancient to tap into for inspiration and focus.

While I have now begun to give the practices in this book another try (and have changed the title of this blog accordingly), the most important task in doing so is to introduce new energy feeding practices to compete with and ultimately replace the social energy addiction that has been a consistently major handicap for me in my professional, academic, and magical endeavors. I know I will have to also contend with the possibility of historical energy addictions rising up again as well, such as excessive video gaming and food pleasure (carbohydrates specifically, which release dopamine), so I will remain vigilant in this transformative process.

[batgovernor]

Irregular Sonnet: 'Where Do They Go?'

Irregular Sonnet: ‘Where Do They Go?’

Where do they go, those children asleep? Do they roost, or do angels put them on shelves? Or do they go home, to some place they keep locked far away from us and themselves, Or an alternate universe? In, out, up, down? Into a not-place, past care and past fear? Past love and past tired, past smile, yawn and frown into subtracted space, full of not here? And where do they go, the dead? We say we…

[mariocki]

Cape Fear (1991)

"Let's get something straight here. I spent fourteen years in an eight by nine cell, surrounded by people who were less than human. My mission in that time was to become more than human. You see? Granddaddy used to handle snakes in church, Granny drank strychnine. I guess you could say I had a leg up, genetically speaking."

[nerds-yearbook]

The Rainbow Raider first appeared in Flash 286#, June 1980. The Rainbow Raider was created by Cary Bates and Don Heck ("The Color Schemes of the Rainbow Raider", The Flash 286#, DC Comic, Event)

[forensicated]

Favourite CID Era

S4-6 also includes Don't Like Monday (Tosh's family at the bank) and Ted and Roxanne's first appearance together as officer/snout

Series 7-9 inc Viv's death, Dashers guesting after leaving, Frank disappearing without warning for a mystery job and Harry Haines arriving. Danny Pearce, Jo Morgan and Alan Woods also arrive. Jo is promoted to DS after a few eps. Jack is demoted to DCI and returns as a regular rather than guesting as part of AMIP.

Series 10-13 includes Rod being rather chauvinistic to poor Suzi who becomes CID in this series. Jo returns for a guest period and is about to move back permanently before.. ahem. The Target trilogy are a particular work of art in series 11. Don arrives in series 11 when Deakin is promoted to DI after Sally goes. John Boulton arrives not long after too and finally in series 12 Geoff and Liz arrive and Alan goes and Tom Proctor brings up the rear in S13. There is a lot of Alistair and Suzi fun however as she gently teases him throughout.

Series 14-16 brings Duncan and Kerry Holmes with Tosh leaving through sad real-life happenings and Alistair transferring as does Suzi. Series 15 brings Danny Glaze and Claire Stanton as an undercover CIB agent trying to catch Don. She doesn't expect to fall in love with another CID member, however. Unfortunately, we do lose Liz in 15 but she does pop back a few times. Series 16 is a BIG CID-focused series. Rod jumps before he's pushed and the truth about Don comes out after he and John have a fight. We lose John, Don, Kerry, Claire, Geoff, Deakin, Tom, and Tom. We gain Paul Riley, Kate Spears, Vik Singh, Alex Cullen, and Debbie McAllister. A somewhat unfair exchange. Saving the best until last however for series 16 as Mickey also arrives and is at his cheeky scamp best.

Series 17-18 Near the end of series 16 we got a whole new bunch of CID after a mass exodus due to Don being revealed as a dodgy officer. To give them a chance to bed in properly, there were no cast changes to CID in series 17. The new lot featured heavily, Mickey went undercover as a rentboy for a bit and then as a football hooligan. Debbie's snout was her lover and there was quite hoo hah about him, There's a couple of guest appearances from Liz, one of which is a multi-parter that terrifies Kate Spears, Claire follows Don over to Australia to tr catch him and bring him to justice. In series 18 we lose Vik, Paul, Kate and Alex Cullen but gain Eva, Ken Drummond, Phil Hunter, Sam Nixon and Brandon. Series 18 is also the beginning of the numbered episodes and Paul Marquess...

Series 19-21: we gain Juliet for a short time before Rae gets fed up of the sexualised bisexual obsession for her storylines and we also end up with sexist arse, Rob Thatcher whilst losing Duncan, Danny and it's the first exit of Mickey too post-rape and the death of his mother over to MIT. It's not all bad, we also get Terry, Ramani and Neil. In series 20 we lose Rob when he finishes his vengeance against The Radfords by murdering Irene and being shot by CO19. We also lose Debbie and Brandon and Eva transferred to MIT. We gain Suzie in return, however. Series 21 we lose Ken in an explosion and Jim walks away after losing June and Ken. Gary who has been playing in CID for a little while gets short and transfers to the Manchester police. Jo arrives and Mickey returns from MIT. There's a mysterious newbie when Adi Mateen pretending Zain also arrives when it turns out that he's not the annoying gangster that's been buzzing round Sun Hill but has been undercover!

Series 22-24 - In series 22 we lose Ramani and Suzie, however, we gain Stuart and Kezia. THISISNOTAFAIRSWAP. Ahem. In series 23 we gain Grace and also Max at the very very end, Zain reaches the end of his tenure after being drawn to the dark side with Kristen and Phil transfers out rather suddenly as Scott appears to have jumped very quickly over to EastEnders. Series 24 welcomes Stevie and Banksy and we don't lose anyone!

Series 25-26 - I ummed and ahhed about making the last series a stand-alone selection on its own because it's a reboot but given it's only essentially half a year long and that the character changes happen in series 25 I put the two together. So, in this series we lose Jack as DCI because he becomes Superintendent. However we don't gain a new DCI, Neil just remains DI and does both jobs. Jo gets promoted but moves to uniform. Sam, Stuart and Kezia go (Could not have taken Sam being promoted to DCI!) and no one else leaves (other than Will) from CID until the very end. We have Mickey undercover as a homeless man, Max's drug problem and Mickey and Terry confronting him. Grace and Neil get together but Neil's son is diagnosed with cancer and so much more. Finally the entire station works together to nail the rapists of poor Jasmine (Respect 1-2)!

(Yep you guessed it, I meant to post this in the sierra-Oscar comm but got distracted.)

[screen1ne]

Review: The Book Of Mormon

"The musical version of Cards Against Humanity" Read the Screen One review of The Book Of Mormon here #BookOfMormon #Musical #Review @bookofmormonuk @_domsimpson_ @AvivaTulley @MrStevieWebb @PrinceWales_UK

Book Of Mormon Trailer Now into its tenth year, Book of Mormon shows absolutely no signs of slowing down.  Still playing to packed houses at the Prince Of Wales Theatre in London, the musical from the minds of South Park’s Trey Parker and Matt Stone is still one of the most creatively brilliant and most shocking musicals you will find in the West End since Avenue Q (Which Robert Lopez, the third…

[thebutcher-5]

Toy Story 2 - Woody e Buzz alla riscossa

Benvenuti o bentornati sul nostro blog. Nello scorso articolo abbiamo ripreso a parlare del mondo dei fumetti a abbiamo deciso di farlo portando avanti una serie italiana che continua ancora a incuriosirmi ossia Kalya, precisamente il terzo volume. In questo volume Kalya e Tagh si stanno dirigendo nella terra di Hobur, fidandosi delle parole di Dakan, che ha promesso a Kalya che lì avrebbe…

[retroscifiart]

Art by Moebius for A Tale From The War (Don Webb, Science Fiction Age, Nov 92)

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Cowboy!au playlist🫶🏽

💗= personal favorites !!

cowboy!au Masterlist

💗⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Make you feel my love- Bob Dylan (cb!john b)

💗⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• I love you because- Johnny Cash (Cb!Pope)

💗⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Fist city- Loretta Lynn (cb!Rafe x cowgirl!reader)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Luckenbach, Texas- Waylon Jennings (cb!jj)

💗⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Let your love flow- The Bellamy brother (cb!pope)

💗⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Forever and ever, Amen-Randy Travis (cb!john b and cb!pope)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Please help me, I’m falling-Hank Locklin (cb!jj)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Blue eyes crying in the rain-Willie Nelson (cb!rafe)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Cold, cold heart- Hank Williams (cowgirl!reader x cb!rafe)

💗 ⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Harper Valley P.T.A-Jeannie C. Riley (cowgirl!reader x cb!barry)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Delta Dawn- Tanya Tucker (cowgirl!reader)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• It’s only make believe- Conway Twitty (cb!rafe)

💗⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Jackson- Johnny cash (cb!jj)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Always on my mind- Willie Nelson (cb!rafe)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Hey, Good lookin’- Hank Williams. (cb!jj, cb!barry)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• There stands the glass- Webb Pierce (cb!rafe)

💗⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• I ain’t never- Webb Pierce (cb!john b and cb!pope)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Young love- Sonny James (cb!john b)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• It must be love- Don Williams (cb!rafe)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Rhinestone Cowboy- Glenn Campbell (cb!rafe)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• I will always love you- Dolly Partons version (ex!cb!john b x reader)

💗⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• If loving you is wrong- Barbara Mandrell (Outlaw!jj x reader and outlaw!john b x reader)

[barbariankingdom]

Art by Moebius for A Tale From The War (Don Webb, Science Fiction Age, Nov 92)

[alephskoteinos]

Something in Don Webb's "Seven Faces of Darkness" alerted me to an aspect of solar myth linked to lust that I probably intuited when reading about Aleister Crowley's portrayal of the Devil as Pan-Pangenetor. It concerns the "total wakefulness of Mendes" via PGM IV. 3255-74.

"Total wakefulness" is linked to the erotic unrest meant to be induced by the spell and many other spells within the PGM, while Mendes links to B3-nb-Dd.t, or rather the Ba of Djedet, Banebdjedet, the Ba of Mendes in the form of a ram. Webb pronounces the name as Bab-Net-Tett and refers to it as a goat who personified lust. Believe it or not that's not totally off the mark. Hans Dieter Betz identified B3-nb-Dd.t as the name of a ram-formed incarnation of Ra, the sun god. Betz notes that this form of Ra was frequently identified with gods such as Pan and Priapus, both of whom were often associated with sexual desire. This is also predictably where we get into Herodotus' legend of the "goat of Mendes", which he identified with Pan.

Banebdjedet though was always traditionally identified with Osiris or as an aspect of Osiris, though he has been linked to other deities such as Ptah, Ra-Atum, Shu, and Geb. The ram was usually a symbol of virility and also the nocturnal form of Ra as Ra-Osiris. That this Ba of Mendes is associated with sexual desire and lust in the magical context makes sense, since rams were already symbolically associated with virility. Greek writers thus identified Banebdjedet, or a sacred goat alleged to have been worshipped at Mendes, with Pan. There is apparently even a legend about a Persian king who sacked the temple of Mendes and then went mad after eating the sacred goat.

I suppose then the link that Webb proposes between Banebdjedet/Bab-Neb-Tett and Baphomet is not a total stretch of the imagination. In fact, Eliphas Levi himself identified the goat-headed image of Baphomet with Banebdjedet based on Herodotus’ description of the “Ram of Mendes”, which in turn became the Goat of Mendes, either way a Greek reference to Banebdjedet as Pan. From an occult standpoint, that link is definitely credible, and speaks to solar lust and virility, and, in the context of PGM IV. 3255-74, its association with the power to overturn the order of nature, despite also affirming that order to some extent through procreation.

But now we have to look at a paradox. On the one hand, Plutarch associated the "goat at Mendes" that Herodotus talked about with Osiris, ironically on the grounds that Osiris is really Reason (Logos), which is pretty ironic for the lust that Herodotus associated with the goat. On the other hand, the association of Banebdjedet with Seth-Typhon in PGM IV. 3255-74 implies an association of the lust of the ram/goat with the power to overturn the natural order, which more closely befits the way Plutarch associatied Typhon with the sun and irrationality. Indeed, the ram as a solar symbol had both associations in ancient Egypt: positive creative divine energy on the one hand, and the power to threaten the cosmic order on the other hand. Such is the dual symbolsim of the Black Ram.

Corvis Nocturnum has an interesting description of Baphomet that points to something valuable: "mindless, only filled with a Dionysian will to grow, feed, mate, survive and die, again and again, and it exists inside every living being." That description is essentially Crowley's description of Baphomet as the figure of The Devil in his Book of Thoth, which he identified with not only Pan but also Satan, Set, and the Sun.

Crowley refers to The Devil as representing creative energy in its "most material" form. The goat on the card is linked to Baphomet, as portrayed by Eliphas Levi, and to Pan. In fact, Crowley refers to the card itself as Pan Pangenetor, or Pan the All-Begetter. The card is also linked with the sign of Capricornus ("horned goat"), which Crowley interprets as a "goat leaping with lust upon the summits of the earth". The sign is ruled by Saturn, selfhood and perpetuity, and is exalted in Mars, the fiery and material energy of creation. The creative force represented by Capricornus is said to be "rough", "harsh", "dark", or even "blind". It is an impulse that does not account for reason, custom, or even foresight, divinely unscrupulous, without care for the result. Essentially, this force is "pure will". The sun, like The Devil, is seen by Crowley as a universe creative force. In fact, Crowley also argued in Magick in Theory and Practice that Satan was believed to be evil because he was associated with the burning rays of the sun, just like Typhon according to Plutarch.

The link between the goat and the sun in Crowley's context certainly had a lot to do with his own solar-phallic persona and solar myth, as Kenneth Anger noted, but it also inevitably lines up with certain Gnostic concepts of the Demiurge, some of which were really Devils. Yaldabaoth goes by another name: Samael. In this Gnostic context, the name Samael denotes the blindness of the creator of the world, a demon who created matter and claimed himself to be God, but was not the true God (remember, this is still by Christian standards). In early Christian writings "the creator of the world" was blind. In context this is meant to mean unaware and ignorant of the presence of Jesus Christ and the "true" God of Christianity. This argument is emphasized by Paul in the First and Second Epistles to the Corinthians, and in this respect Paul and some Gnostic sects are actually on the same page.

At the intersection of it all I think we get closer and closer to the kind of solar creativity and lust that fixates Satanism, "modern" occultism, and ancient pagan magic, perhaps bringing these worlds together in the forma of antinomian, Crowleyan, and satanic solar myth.

[vintagelasvegas]

Sahara, January 1, 1969

Facing north; Sahara's two hotel towers out of frame to the right.

Story from McClain Bybee, 2023:

I was the Sahara Hotel Assistant Casino Credit Manager in 1969. My boss Gil Virant was killed by organized criminals that year.

Newspapers had run the story that Gil's death was a suicide. Further investigation by the local law officials, the State Gaming Control Board, the FBI, and the Del Webb Corporate officials revealed that Gil was involved in the embezzlement of a large amount of money in association with a criminal element from back east. The FBI later found that the individuals who were associated with Virant had also embezzled monies from a large Baptist Church organization. Those men were later found dead. Tom Ault, head of the FBI Las Vegas office, told us that evidence at Gil Virant's home indicated that Gil was forced to ingest Drano by the two suspects which caused his death.

The embezzlement started as a check-kiting scheme. The FBI felt that the suspects were threatening Gil with disclosing his gay lifestyle as a means of keeping him to give them more money and time to pay the outstanding markers and checks. Eventually, the dollar amount of the float became so large that Gil appeared to decide to go to corporate management and disclose what he was involved in. It was felt that his possible decision precipitated the murder. I was caught in the middle of the investigation because my name (signature) appeared on a number of markers and documents. My home was secretly staked out by the FBI for about a month, which I later learned from Tom Ault.

[Below] is a photo of Gil Virant from my files.

“$300,000 Shortage Reported From Cashier's Cage at Sahara … the R-J learned about the investigation Monday. On Nov. 6, a casino cashier, Gil Virant, 35, was found dead in his home. His death was termed a suicide. He apparently slashed his wrest and taken poison … Virant, who resided at 3020 Ashby, worked at the Sahara for the past seven years. He was single.” – Don Digilio, Review-Journal, 11/12/69

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC! Part 25 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

He is so handsome! Tonight is the night, of nights. This chapter may contain adult scenes, if you are not over 18, please move along, this is not for you! I hope you all enjoy, we have some great content in this chapter. @next-autopsy this is for you since you waited so patiently, thank you, you're so kind.

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, not hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2, @b00ks1ut, @footprintsinthesxnd

I made my way back to the house I was boarding in, there was nothing else for me to do for the day. I had helped Gene with the stock take and we had gone over to the aid station to help. But there were minimal casualties and the men that were wounded had only small injuries. 

“Em!” Don called me from down the street. I turned to face him with a big smile plastered on my face. 

“You still have my letters!” Don held out his hand. 

“Oh, shit, I completely forgot.” I said reaching into my jacket and giving him his letters I had gotten him that morning. 

“Did you also forget something else?” He asked, his brows raised. I scrunched my face in confusion, did I? Don watched me expectantly. 

“No? What did I forget?” I asked him. 

“Our date!” Don exclaimed, I covered my shocked face with my hand. 

“Oh I did forget!” I said apologetically. 

“I’m gonna pretend you didn���t just say that.” Don huffed, I grabbed him by his hand stopping him from leaving. 

“I’m sorry! My mind was elsewhere. But I am so excited for it. I get some alone time with you.” I winked at him, rubbing small circles on the back of his hand. He grinned, pulling me closer.

“Let’s go then.” He practically took off with my arm, with me barely keeping pace behind him. So much for a walk. 

We walked out of town, when it was more quiet we took each other's hand walking down the path. The scenery was beautiful compared to where we had been previously. The sun was warmly shining down on us and the birds chirped in the trees that we walked past. The fields were filled with tall golden grass and the forest we walked beside was lush with thick pine trees. Don led the way, as he walked us into the forest. 

“Where are we going?” I asked as we disappeared from view of the road we had been walking. 

“I found a nice spot for us.” He said, kissing me gently on the cheek. I lent into him as we walked, happy to be away from prying eyes. It had been so hard to not be affectionate with Don, it took all my strength not to be all over him.

We walked into a clearing, the trees parting slightly so we could see the bright blue sky, the warm sun filtered down through the gaps in the canopy. A small stream trickled through the ground in front of us, I could smell the earthy water from here. Moss covered the rocks that lay on the bank, dripping slowly covered in dew. The sound of the water quietly rushing filled the silence.

“Don, this is stunning!” I said softly, not wanting to disturb the peace with my voice. It was so tranquil and quiet, I could forget the reason we were even in Germany.

Don and I sat down under the tree. He lent against the trunk as I nestled my in between his legs, resting my back against his chest. His arms wrapping around my body holding me close. We sat in silence appreciating the nature that surrounded us and the comfort of being in each other's arms. I traced my fingers along his forearms connecting the dots between the freckles that covered his arms. 

“You never told me who your supposed husband is.” Don broked the silence, his voice vibrating against my back. I was confused at first, unsure of what he was talking about until it hit me. I laughed, tilting my head back to look at him.

“It’s you.” I smiled, he looked confused. “Well you know, Webb, the replacement?” He nodded, “He asked if I was taken, but he asked Skip and Alex. So as you can imagine, they tricked him into believing we were married. Then word got around and the other men didn’t believe them, so they made up a story of how we secretly got eloped. Some of the men know it’s a joke, but I think a few of them still believe it.” Don laughed loudly, pulling me closer to him, hugging me tightly. 

“And you knew about this?” I laughed nodding my head, he buried his face in the crook of my neck nibbling gently at my soft skin. I giggled trying to get away but he held me firm, tickling me as punishment for not telling him. 

He pulled back smiling down at me, as I grinned. He dipped his head down again, but this time kissing me gently on my neck. I tilted my head back as he kissed me gently, sighing in pleasure.

I moved from in his arms to turn around and face him, climbing into his lap. Don didn’t hesitate pulling me close and kissing my lips. I tangled my fingers through his hair as his hand slipped under my top. My skin tingled as his fingers brushed against my back, tracing up my spine. I kissed him hungrily, greedy for more, I couldn’t get enough. 

I held his face in my hands as I desperately kissed him. I opened my mouth for him as he kissed me harder, his tongue entering my mouth. I moaned into his mouth as we kissed, his hand dragging across my stomach, his fingers delicately sweeping across my skin. 

Our lips moved together as we panted into each other’s mouths. I groaned as his hand travelled up my front under my shirt, his fingers teasing the edge of my bra. He pulled back slightly, looking up at me, asking silently if it was ok to proceed. I nodded my head, moving swiftly back to his lips. I gasped as his fingers dipped into my bra, taking a handful of my soft chest. He cupped my breast, squeezing gently. 

“Harder.” I begged in between kisses. Don did as I asked, holding me more firmly, I moaned into his mouth. His thumb brushed against my hard nipple.

“You like that?” He asked as he squeezed. I nodded, unable to form words. Our foreheads pressed together as we breathlessly panted. 

“Tell me Em. Tell me how much you like it.” Don said lowly, almost growling. His fingers taking my nipple in between them pinching slightly. I threw my head back crying out, bolts of electricity flying through my body.

“I’m waiting!” Don said again, as I tried to contain the noises escaping from me. 

“I love it, Don! Don’t stop, please.” I moaned, watching him smirk at me. His free hand travelled to the back of my neck and pulled me back down to kiss him. 

“Who’s there!” A distant voice caused us to freeze. I look at Don, eyes wide in shock, his face mirrors mine. 

“Don!” I whispered, covering my mouth. We don’t move from our position, nervous that any movement will draw the person closer. 

“Who’s that?” I asked in a hushed voice. 

“I think it’s our patrol.” He replied in a quiet voice. I laughed burying my face into his neck, as we giggled quietly. 

“Come on, let's go before they catch us.” He said lifting me off him and placing me to the side. I tucked back in my top, as Don rose to his feet. My eyes shifting down his body, I covered my mouth. 

“Oh Don!” I giggled, pressing myself into him. I could feel him against me. A blush rose to his cheeks as he shook his head laughing. 

“Anyone there?” The voice called again. I silently gestured to Don to be quiet. He grabbed my arm, pulling me through the forest away from the voice that called. We burst out onto the road panting and laughing. I threw my head back in hysterics, amused at the idea we were almost caught. 

“God, when I get my hands on that patrol, I’m gonna kill ‘em.” Don made a strangling gesture, as I laughed still.     

“Oh shit look at the time, do you think they have sent out search parties for us yet?” I asked, looking at the watch I had stolen from Perco.

“Probably, knowing them, but only for you! Not for me.” Don said as we walked down the street. 

“They think you’re doing important business.” I bumped him with my shoulder. 

“I was! Until we were interrupted.” We both burst out laughing at his joke.

We made it back to the town, letting go of each other’s hands. Don said he had to slip away to make sure everything was in order. But he promised he would come and find me for dinner. He parted giving me a kiss on my cheek, I waved as he disappeared into the crowd. I dreamily walked back through town, in my head thinking about the time we had spent together. I was blushing and in a daze, barely even paying attention to where I was going. A hand landed on my shoulder spinning me around to face them. I gasped in surprise, too busy in my daydream to notice my surroundings. An angry looking Lip stood in front of me, both his hands resting on his hips.

“Lip?” I asked. 

“Where have you been?” He questioned firmly. I had never seen him so upset. 

“I went for a walk.” I said, confused at what had made him so angry. 

“We have been looking all over for you! Did you not think to tell anyone that you were leaving.” Lip said sternly, my mouth hung open in shock. 

“I went with Don, I’m sorry I didn’t think to tell anyone.” I stuttered, I felt like I was being scolded by my mother. 

“You went on a walk with Don!” He exclaimed, eyes wide. I nodded, still so confused at what was happening, why is Lip so mad. I didn’t leave for that long, I wasn’t doing anything dangerous. Why is he being so protective all of a sudden? Ron walked swiftly up behind Lip taking the same stance, hands on his hips. 

“She was on a walk with Don, sir.” Lip informed Ron who shook his head. 

“Were you in the forest?” He asked in a serious tone. I nodded, too shocked to speak. 

“Well we just had reports in from the patrol.” Ron started, crossing his arms over his chest. My eyes widened, breath hitching in my throat. 

“The men said they heard ‘moaning’.” Ron used air quotes around the word moaning. My face flushed a deep red. Can the ground swallow me whole? Hello God, if you’re up there, take me now! 

“Care to explain, young lady.” Lip said, raising his eyebrows. This whole situation was absolutely bonkers, why were Lip and Ron parenting me. What is going on, since when did they join forces against me? 

“No, not really.” I muttered feeling so embarrassed. 

“Are you being safe?” Ron whispered, I didn’t know I could turn any redder but I did, my whole body felt hot, boiling. The tips of my ears were burning. I scoffed, taken aback by the question. 

“Oh my god, you two, I am being safe, I went for a walk, nothing happened in the woods!” I blurted out.          

“What is going on? Why are you acting like my parents? Who set me up?” I looked around for the cameras. What, was there a 1940’s punked? 

“We just care about you, and the guys came to us when they couldn’t find you. So of course we were worried!” Lip said in a more gentle tone, his hand reaching out and resting on my shoulder. 

“Ok, well I am safe.” He pulled me into his arms, giving me a hug. Ron moved closer and Lip stepped away. Ron pulled me into a hug as well. 

“Talbert will have some prophylactic’s if you need.” Ron whispered into my ear. 

“Oh Ron!” I whined pushing him away, a cheeky smile forming on his face as he ruffled my hair.

“See you for dinner.” I called the pair as they marched away talking to each other. I shook my head baffled by the strange events that just occurred.      

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I settled into my bed pulling the covers under my chin. I sighed listening to the rain that pelted against the window by my head. It was strange sleeping alone, no snores, or breathing, no bodies pressed against mine for warmth. I missed it strangely, even with the pounding of the rain the room felt quiet and empty. I found it harder to sleep by myself, tossing and turning. I had become so accustomed to enjoying the comfort of knowing someone was close by. But now sleeping in the room by myself, I felt so alone. Thunder rumbled overhead, I cringed at the noise. It was once such a lulling and comforting sound. Now all it did was pull me back to those dreadful nights filled with the booms of Kaurt artillery. My nightmares had gotten worse again, they were manageable when we were in Haguenau. I would have bad dreams and wake up, but I could be lulled back to sleep again by the gentle rhythms of the men’s breathing. Now when I dreamed I couldn’t pull myself from the nightmare, constantly stuck watching scenes play out over and over again. They were getting so much worse, it scared me to sleep, I didn’t want to see the images that were shown to me. I closed my eyes hoping for a dreamless sleep tonight, but I didn’t hold hope. 

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I crawled forward on the ground, frozen to the bone, barely able to breath. The ear deafening blows of shells landed all around me, I could feel the heat from the blast with each hit. There in front of me, was a scene I was all too familiar with. Alex and Skip yelled at me, beckoning me with their hands to come to them. Their yells were muted, I didn’t get to hear their voices call my name. Their mouths opened, I knew they were calling for me even if I didn’t hear them. I sobbed crawling forward slowly. My body on autopilot replaying the scenes from that night. But in my head I knew their fate. I screamed as I crawled, begging them to leave, to run, to escape. 

“Please! Please! Run! Get out!” I screamed. “Alex, Skip, Please!” I pleaded to no avail. They couldn’t hear me like I couldn’t hear them. My eyes trained on the two men. I squinted, a new face appearing behind them. 

“NOOOOOO! NOOOOOO!” I screamed, their eyes locking onto mine. Don called me from inside the hole, gesturing for me to come to him. My breathing accelerated, my heartbeat pounded. A million thoughts ran through my head. I can’t lose him. I can’t, no. 

“Don! Get out! Please!” I screamed so loud, my throat burning from the strain.  

Then the world stopped, as I watched the shell fall from the sky. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the horrific scene. A wail or scream or a noise, I have never made before ripped from my throat. The men I loved so dearly vanished in front of my eyes. The sound of the shell boomed so loud that the earth shook, but my screams could still be heard over all of the noise. I lay on the snow covered ground screaming. 

“Emily! Emily!” A voice called to me. I opened my eyes, the snow had gone, there were no trees, no bombs. I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling as a face appeared in my vision. George hovered over me, eyes wide in panic. Someone was screaming a horrible shriek filled with so much anguish. It took me a second to process that I was the one screaming. I let it die in my throat. My body heaved with sobs as George cradled me into his arms, sitting on my bed. He soothed my hair as I tried to calm myself down, but nothing worked. I could feel my lungs burning, I gulped in air but not enough to satisfy the fire within them. I was spiralling down. My heartbeat was so hard I could hear it in my ears, my body shook so hard my teeth chatter together, my stomach churned. 

“Get Don! Quickly!” George called to Perco who stood in the doorway looking concerned. 

DON’s POV:

A rapid knocking woke me from my sleep. I sat up groggily in bed rubbing my eyes. God what was the time? I moved slowly, my body still asleep. I swung the door open, a panicked Perco dripping wet stood at my door. My body was not so asleep anymore seeing the look on his face. I straightened. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked Perco, as I stepped back into my room, pulling on my tops and shoes. It looked like we needed to go somewhere. 

“It’s Em.” Perco told me, I stilled looking up at him from my task. His face said it all, she wasn’t ok. I have never moved faster. Sprinting towards the house she was in, as Perco ran in stride with me. The rain coming down in thick sheets soaked us as we moved. I ran up the stairs, the room on the end door was open, I had dropped her off here just this evening after dinner. I stepped into the doorway. Her small frame curled into Luz’s body. It was silent in the room, her eyes were wide as she stared into nothing. Luz’s hands moved over her back in soothing circles but she looked like a deer in headlights. 

“Em?” I spoke quietly trying not to startle her. I watched her raise her head, eyes locking onto mine. Relief washed over her face. 

“Don.” She croaked, Perco had told me her screams had been so loud the whole house woke. She had been screaming my name, over and over again. I knew she had nightmares but I had never seen them this bad. She moved out of George’s arm, pushing herself off the bed. She charged into my arms, hitting me so hard I lost my breath. She clung to me so tightly as if I wasn’t real. She pulled back cupping my face in her hands, as her eyes scanned over my face frantically.

“It was you, you were with them, I thought, I, I thought I lost you.” Em said in a shaky breath, tears welling in her eyes. She pulled me back into her arms holding me close. 

“Thank you.” I said to Luz who had moved past us to leave. He nodded, giving me a small smile, before leaving the room and shutting the door.

We got back into bed, her body pressed to mine. She told me she felt better, now that I was here. I watched her eyes droop close, as I stroked her hair. I could tell she was fighting to stay awake, but she needed to rest. I wasn’t going to leave her, I had promised her that. 

“I love you.” Emily mumbled into my chest, “I love you so much.” She sighed, finally letting sleep take her. 

“I love you.” I whispered softly, closing my own eyes.  

[andrew-haaz]

More Webb (TASM) Parksborn? 👀

sorry for answering this late

I´m not a big fan of TASM Parksborn but I can see the appeal :DD

Have a doodle of them because I don´t draw them that much 😭