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velvetstreets · 2 years ago

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Can I request a Jack Harlow imagine where him & the reader (who is a famous actress) are broken up & in an interview that she does she hints how Jack is still the love of her life & later they see each other at a red carpet & he asks her about that & asks her out again & they start rekindling things. Smut is very much welcomed if you’re comfortable with that :)

A/N: girl you sent this so mf long ago, im so sorry for getting to this so late! But I loved this concept and didn’t wanna let it go. Hope I did this justice <3

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: lovers reuniting, drinking, swearing, smut!, oral sex (f! recieving) penetrative sex (f!receiving), creampie, mushy ‘i love you’s

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It had been a little over a year since your public relationship with Jack ended. You both loved eachother dearly, but at the time, your lives were going in separate ways. He was constantly busy with performances and touring, flying all over the world; and your acting career had taken off, being dragged all around the country for filming. In the end, you barely saw eachother, and it just wasn’t working for either of you, so you both amicably agreed to end it.

The heartbreak tortured you for a few months. You threw yourself into your work, wanting to cloud your mind with anything but Jack, yet somehow it made you think of him more. With some time and comfort from your friends and co-workers, you had felt the pain less and less, until one day you woke up and finally felt like your old self again. As much as you loved him, keeping him at arms-length via social media was too much for you. You’d send eachother ‘happy birthday’ dm’s and ‘congratulations’ texts for eachother’s accomplishments, but that was it. You didn’t allow yourself to keep up with him, only hearing things about him via industry talk and the radio of course. That was the one thing of him you allowed yourself to keep; his music. It was your guilty pleasure, something to remember him by. Though the heartbreak was agonizing, you were eventually grateful for it. Not only did it help you grow in your personal life, but it helped your work life as well. The performances you gave became critically acclaimed, earning yourself an Emmy and a Golden Globe. Because of this, you were offered more exclusive roles, bought a new apartment, and were finally feeling happy again; the first time in a long while.

Currently, you were seated on a set, being interviewed by Vogue about your life and your upcoming projects; amongst other things.

“So the rumors are saying that you might be starring in the next season of Euphoria. Is that true?” the interviewer asked.

“I can now finally confirm, that that is true!” You said as she cheered and the two of you laughed together.

“How was it working with Zendaya?”

“She’s absolutely phenomenal. As an actress, as a person, as a friend, she’s just the best. Super super sweet and down-to-earth, and fantastic at her job. It was an honor working along side her and the rest of the cast.”

“That sounds fantastic. We all can’t wait to see you join the story. Now just a little side-step from work; are you dating anyone? Maybe someone by the name of Mr. Omar Apollo perhaps? Or Drake? We’ve seen those cozy flicks of y’all together, are y’all just friends or maybe something more?” She pressed.

“Oh no, I’m not dating anyone. I’ve kinda left the dating world for a little while, just focusing on me. Omar and I are good friends, nothing else. And Drake is like my older brother! I’d never date him, especially since he’s good friends with my ex as well, I could never do that.” You answered honestly.

“Speaking of Jack Harlow.., what happened, how did that end?”

“Let me put it this way; we both agreed to end things. Our respective careers were taking off, and we both agreed that it was just best for us at the time to not be together. It’s all love though, I think he’ll always be one of those people for me - I could never not love him. He’s a great person and was a great boyfriend to me, definitely showed me that I was capable of loving someone, as well as capable of being loved. And I’ll always be grateful to him for that.” You said, forcing the lump in your throat down. You felt hot after belting your heart out a little too loudly, but you pushed your anxious thoughts away, getting back to the interview at hand.

It was now a month after the interview had aired, and you had let it wash off your shoulders. You were proud of your genuine honesty, and continued to focus on you. Currently, you were getting ready to attend the Billboard Music Awards as a plus one, courtesy of your close friend SZA. You were excited to let your hair down a little, as well as overjoyed at the possibility of SZA winning a few awards for her album SOS.

SZA was dressed in a sleek black halter dress with a thigh-high slit, which accentuated her minimalist aura. You were styled in a black Mugler dress which had a plunging neckline, and different cutouts down to your hips - similar to that of Megan Fox’s. It showed a little more skin than you were used to, but it was absolutely gorgeous; and SZA declared she wouldn’t leave to the event if you didn’t wear it. So here you were, downing a couple of glasses of champagne in the back of an SUV with SZA, trying to calm your anxiety while singing and rapping along to her ‘get lit, get rich, make u wanna kiss’ playlist with her.

“Are you sure about this? I could just sneak in the back and meet you in there-” you started to nervously ramble.

“Bitch, are you kidding me? You look fucking phenomenal, ain’t no way in hell I’m letting you sneak off. This is a ‘need to be seen’ outfit, and you’re gonna be seen! It’s gonna be just fine, we’re in this together. Anxiety can’t get to us if we’re a team baby.” She reassured you.

You smiled at her before bringing her into a hug; you knew she was anxious about the interviews she had to do on the carpet, and she knew red carpets always made you anxious, with all the pictures and yelling that there was.

“Love you.” You said holding out your hand to do your little friendship handshake you had with her.

“I love you more.” she replied, doing the handshake. “Now drink up girl, these events take forever so it’s more fun to be a lil’ drunk.” she winked at you.

You cheered together, and continued vibing until you turned to corner and pulled up to the carpet. You got out and SZA took your hand, leading you to the carpet. She held your hand the entire time, poking at you and whispering jokes and comments to you, making you giggle and forgetting about the anxiety you had. You made your way down the carpet, pausing to be photographed every few feet, some alone, and some together with SZA. She did a few short interviews with you by her side, and you chimed in every so often a question or comment was directed to you.

You were finally feeling a little more relaxed, and then you saw it.

Small brown curls belonging to a tall figure making their way down the carpet; you couldn’t see them yet, but you knew who they belonged to. You heard the screams of his name from the paparazzi and fans, the flash of the cameras going off, and finally, a path cleared and you saw him in the flesh.

He wore a sleek black suit and shoes - Prada most likely, his diamond encrusted PG ring gleaming in the lights, KY chain peeking out, and his dazzling smile.

You felt like you were going to pass out. You weren’t ready for this, you had expected to bump into him at one of these industry events at some point, but it still caught you off guard. Your heart was pounding out of your chest at this point, and you felt panicked. You felt someone squeeze your hand, bringing you back to reality, and SZA gave you a knowing smile.

“Just breathe, Y/N. I got you. Don’t forget you’re the motherfuckin’ prize. Whether or not he had you once before, you stay being the prize.” she told you. You looked and nodded at her words. “I’m the prize.” you reiterated and she nodded and smiled. “Keep that in mind, cause he’s coming over here now.”

‘Oh fuck. Okay, here we go.’ you thought.

“Y/N?” his sultry Kentucky accent flooded your ears for the first time in a while.

You turned around with your head tilted upwards, familiar with his height, and met his eyes.

“Jack. It’s good to see you.” You said warmly with a soft smile. He bent down for a hug and you embraced him before pulling apart; his hands stayed curled around your wrists.

“It’s good to see you too, been a while. You look beautiful.” he admired.

“Thank you, so do you. No glasses?” You joked, noticing his favorite Prada glasses were nowhere to be seen.

He laughed and shook his head with a smile. “Nah, not this time. Felt a lil’ douchey of me to wear ‘em today. Plus, now I can admire the beauty more clearly.” He said, admiring your face and its features. You blushed, internally screaming at the warm feeling that erupted in your tummy.

“Well it was nice seeing you, we should head inside-” You spoke, turning a little, insinuating to leave.

“Yeah, I’ll see you in there. Maybe we can catch up a little.” He said hopefully.

“Yeah, yeah for sure.” You said, smiling before saying goodbye and heading into the venue with SZA.

She gave you a teasing knowing look.

“Shut up, don’t say shit.” You tried to hold a grin back from her.

“I ain’t say nothin!” She laughed at you. You rolled your eyes and laughed, giving her a small shove.

SZA had won the three awards she was nominated for, and you couldn’t be more excited and proud of her. It was a true accomplishment, and you wanted to celebrate, so you told her you were getting her a fuck ton of drinks. She tried to stop you, telling you you didn’t have to, but you were set in your decision.

You headed to the bar and ordered a bottle of champagne and a few shots. You checked your phone as you waited, until you heard a voice behind you.

“I saw your interview.” Jack’s voice spoke. You turned around and saw him leaning against the bar.

“Oh you did, did you?” You asked.

“Yup.” He said with a smile.

“And what’d you think?” You asked, heart pounding against your chest.

“Can’t believe you forgot to mention what a great chef I was too, besides a great boyfriend.” He joked.

“Your peanut butter chicken says otherwise.” You giggled.

“I stand by that recipe! It’s a classic, your tastebuds just weren’t on my side.” he chuckled, stepping a little closer to you.

“No but for real, I thought you were amazing - as usual of course.” He smiled at you. “I’ve missed you. Like alot.” he said fiddling with your fingers.

“I’ve missed you too, Jack. Like alot.” you repeated his sentence.

“I’ve done alot of growing since we broke up, had time to focus on my career and tour and all that stuff, and I know how to handle it better now.” He stated. “But I haven’t been happy. Not like when we were together.”

“Jack, you just won two awards tonight.” You reminded him.

“And I’m still miserable.” He countered.

“M’not gonna ask you to just jump into a relationship with me again, that wouldn’t be fair. But, if you’re willing, I’d really like to take you out on a date. Privately, just us; I wanna show you the kind of man I am now. Show you what you deserve. And we can see where things go.” He said, eyes gazing into yours, his hands now in yours.

You let the shy grin spread across your face. “I’d really like that, Jack.” you said, his face lighting up. He engulfed you in a big hug, kissing your forehead. You smushed your face against his chest, your hands gripping his back as you sighed deeply. You had missed this. Missed him. Missed his smell, how he felt, his voice, all of it. The two of you stayed like that for a little while before you pulled apart.

You silently stared at eachother, re-familiarizing yourselves with one another. Your eyes gazed over the freckles that adorned his face, his perfectly trimmed beard, his soft brown curls that perfectly framed his face.

“Fuck it.” you whispered, and pulled him into a kiss. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the butterflies in your stomach that gave you the courage, but you didn’t care at this point. You had missed him so much, and clearly so had he, so why deny yourself the simple pleasures in life?

You felt Jack relax into the kiss, one of his hands coming up to cradle your face as the other one was set on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. He hummed in relief, soft lips parting and meshing, parting and meshing, like he had been deprived of the meal that was you - which he had been.

“Thank fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all night - all year really-” Jack said inbetween kisses. You giggled, letting out a “me too” before kissing him again.

The kisses started to get a bit heated, so you pulled away, reminding the both of you that you were at a public event.

“Let’s get outta here.” Jack murmured, kissing and nipping at your neck a little.

“Jack, you’re still up for another category, and I’m here with SZA, I’m not gonna just ditch her.” You huffed.

“I don’t care, I’ll have someone accept it for me, just wanna be with you. Plus, looks like she already knows.” Jack nodded in SZA’s direction.

You turned around, and saw SZA, now with Lizzo sitting next to her, the both of them smirking and winking at you. You grinned, and turned back around to Jack.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” you told him, grabbing the drinks you had ordered.

“Go do your thing, I ain’t goin nowhere without you, baby.” Jack said, unable to stop grinning.

You bit your lip, smiling at him before turning around and heading back to your table.

“Hey girlfriend.” SZA and Lizzo said simultaneously, with a teasing tone in their voices.

“Hey y’all-” you responded, setting the drinks down on the table.

“Soo-” you started before SZA cut you off.

“Girl we already been knew, go ‘head, get your man back.” She squealed at you. You laughed and hugged them.

“Take the bottle too, have fun.” she told you.

“No! I bought that for you! It’s your night-” You tried to reason with her, but she wasn’t having none of it.

“I got my awards baby, I’m good. Now go get that man!” She urged you. You told them you loved them and said your goodbyes, champagne bottle in hand as you made your way towards Jack.

“Ready?” he said, taking your free hand in his.

“Mhmm.” you looked up at him and he gave you a kiss before leading you out the venue.

The two of you snuck out into an SUV, which would take you to Jack’s hotel a few blocks away. Jack popped the champagne open and gave you a sip before taking one himself.

“Missed you, my lil’ Movie Star.” he said caressing your leg, leaning into your side.

“Missed you too, sweet face.” You smiled, kissing his cheek a few times, making Jack blush.

Jack was on you the second the elevator doors closed. He quickly lifted you up in his arms, setting you on the small steel railing of the elevator, pressing you into the corner to hold you up as he attacked your neck.

“Fuck Jack, so good-” you sighed, wrapping your legs around his hips, bringing him closer to you.

“God, I’ve missed this so much; missed you so much-” he groaned, grinding his hips into yours. His mouth was everywhere, on your lips, your neck, your cheeks, your breasts, he couldn’t get enough of you.

The elevator dinged, signaling you were at his floor. He reluctantly got off you, and you whined.

“More-” you pleaded before he sat you down, heels hitting the floor.

“We’re almost there princess, cmon.” Jack took your hand in his and lead you out the elevator and down the hall to his room. He struggled with getting his room key out his suit jacket as you kissed his neck, licking and sucking, wanting all his attention. He finally pulled it out and opened the door, letting you in first.

As soon as the door slammed, he was on you again in a flash. Your back was up against the wall as he kissed you; it was needy and passionate, just how you liked it.

“Cmon, cmon, bed sweetheart, bed.” He said, lifting you in his arms again, giving your ass a smack, and you squealed, laughing with him.

He gently dropped you on the bed, and you laid there for a few seconds as he took in the sight of you.

“So beautiful.. so fuckin beautiful, and all mine.” He said before climbing onto the bed, slotting himself between your legs, kissing you. Every kiss felt electric, like the second you were apart felt like you were losing energy, but when he kissed you, you were refilled again.

“Jack, please, I need you.” You moaned.

“Okay baby, I got you.” He promised.

He swiftly got you out of your dress, and got out of his suit. He gently hung your dress on the back of his door, after you pointedly told him to be careful because ‘its Mugler’. Jack walked back to the edge of the bed, and knelt down, his arms sliding under your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

“God your pussy smells fucking delicious, can’t believe I’ve gone a year without her.” He groaned before leaning down and licking a stripe up your folds.

“Oh fuck-” you squirmed in delight.

He attached his lips to your clit and began sucking and licking, making a wet mess of you.

“Missed this sweet pussy, you taste so good, Y/N.” he rambled. You whimpered at that, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, biting your lip so hard you didn’t understand how you hadn’t drawn blood yet.

“Louder. Let me hear you, baby.” Jack ordered before going back to making out with your pussy.

You did as he wished, letting your moans free from your throat, completely falling into the feeling he gave you.

“Attagirl.” He growled, nuzzling his face further into you.

Your eyes rolled back when he finally fucked two fingers into you. The stretch of his girthy digits rubbing against your walls threw you into the deep end.

“Fuck, yes! S-so close Jack, please, please l-let me...” you cried out.

“Cum for me, cum for me pretty girl.” Jack commanded.

That was all it took before you felt the tidal wave of your orgasm crash over you. You felt your legs shake, and writhed around in the sheets before your comedown approached.

It was silent except for your heavy breathing, but you felt Jack move up into the bed next to you.

“I wish you could see how you look right now.” Jack broke the silence.

“How do I look?” You said panting, one eye opening and peeking up at his boyish face.

“Ethereal.” he sighed softly before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Like an angel. My angel.” he said.

He stared at you for a moment, and you could tell he was holding back a little, he wanted to say something, but was a little nervous about it.

“You can say it. Tell me, Jack.” You reassured him. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to stay. You won’t scare me easily.” you smiled at him, kissing his bare shoulder.

He took a deep breath before looking at you again.

“I love you.” he confessed. “I love you, haven’t stopped loving you since we broke up.”

“Wanna know something?” You asked him, scratching his beard lightly, just the way he liked it.

“Mhmm.” Jack purred, urging you to continue.

“I love you too.” You said with a grin. “Never stopped.” You whispered before pulling him into a loving kiss. He hummed into the kiss, and you felt him smile as he rolled over onto you.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” he told you, kissing you deeply.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” you repeated back to him. You felt a weight off your chest now, reveling in the shared love between the two of you. Everything felt right again.

“Off-” you whined, your foot digging at the elastic band of his boxers.

“Anything, for you.” He declared, sliding his boxers off.

Jack laid back down between your legs, and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back into a sweet kiss. Jack started to grind his dick against your folds, tip hitting your clit over and over again. The room filled with moans and gasps, your slick completely coating his cock.

“Jack, please, I need you, please put it in already.” You whined desperately.

“Okay baby, okay.” he kissed you.

He leant his hips back a little before slowly thrusting into you, his thick tip stretching you out deliciously. You let out a sigh as he bottomed out, and your mind went fuzzy. Jack stayed like that for a minute, letting you readjust to him as he kissed your neck and face, humming to himself and whispering ‘I love you’. He started to move, groaning at the way you squeezed him.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He praised, as he slowly thrusted into you.

“God Jack, you’re so big- f-fuck..” you moaned, clawing at his back.

“You take it so well; so fucking well. Breathe. Breathe with me baby.” he encouraged you, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Let me see those eyes. C’mon baby, let me see you.” He begged in his raspy voice.

You opened your eyes to meet his, full of love, nudging his nose against yours before speeding his thrusts a little.

“Fuck, just like that, yes Jack-” you cried out. His tip was hitting that spot in you, and you were close.

“Good girl, I can tell you’re close Y/N, squeezing me so fuckin’ tight.” he coaxed.

“This is yours, all yours, you deserve this.” he kept babbling. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at his praise, he always knew the right things to say. “Cum for me sweetheart, give it all to me.” He told you.

You cried his name out as you felt your orgasm crash over you again. A tear slipped from the corner of your eye as you laid in the euphoric feeling. You could tell Jack was close as his thrusts were starting to falter, and he started to babble more.

“Who’s pussy is this? Hmm?” He said, grip on your hip tightening as he pounded into you, brows furrowing in concentration.

“S’yours, daddy. S’your pussy.” you gasped, encouraging him.

“It’s daddy’s pussy? S’daddy’s cunt, yeah?” Jack asked, tugging at your lip with his teeth.

“Yes, all yours Jack, m’all yours-” you told him, keeping the eye contact.

“Fuckfuckfuck, m’gonna cum-” He told you.

“Cum in me, Jack. Want you to cum in me.” you whispered, to which Jack let out a growl, his grip on you tight as he finally came with a broken groan of your name.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, heavy breaths and sweaty bodies, completely engulfed in eachother. Peaceful, that’s what it was. You felt peaceful as Jack left soft kisses up your neck and jaw, and you raked your nails against his scalp, making him purr.

“I love you.” He finally spoke.

“I love you.” you responded.

He kissed you once more before finally pulling out, and you let out a gasp as you felt his cum leak out of you.

Jack had a prideful smile on his face as he watched it happen. “So fuckin’ hot.” he smeared his cum against your clit, making you whine from the sensitivity.

He laughed and got up, peed, and then came back with a warm wet washtowel. He cleaned you up, and kissed your knee whilst doing so.

“C’mon, go pee.” He tapped your thigh, pulling at your arms to sit up in the bed.

“Mmmm, tired.” You said, leaning your head against his shoulder, and he put his arm around you.

“We’ll cuddle after, I promise.” He said kissing your hair. “C’mon.” he said.

You tried to stand but your legs buckled, much like a new born giraffe, and you fell back into his lap.

“Oops. Sorry bout that, lemme help you.” he laughed, carrying you in his arms as he brought you to the toilet. He sat you down and you peed, cleaned up, and then he picked you up again, carrying you to the bed.

Jack wrapped the two of you up in the sheets, and snuggled with you, letting out a content sigh.

“So much for taking it slow.” You giggled.

“Don’t care, you’re mine again. Slow, fast, I don’t care however we do this, I’m not letting you go this time.” He laughed beside you, pulling you closer into him.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” you smiled at him.

“I can’t get enough of you saying that. Love it.” he gushed.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, Jack.” you nudged his nose with yours, kissing him softly.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, Y/N.” he repeated back to you, giggling and cuddling until you both drifted to sleep.

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pilot-nobody · 9 days ago

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I wish you would write a fic with... Suzanne working with Miguel and Chico. (Either during the original doomed play time period, or maybe afterwards, when things resettle and she volunteers again.) Weird request, feel free to ignore me! :)

Hello! Sorry about the delay! It required more brain power than I anticipated :P It's more of Suzanne's musings on Miguel and Chico during the Macbeth play... So I hope that that is OK... I hope that you enjoy this! Thank you

All teachers have favourites; it's just a fact that there are some students that are more enjoyable to teach then others. The good teachers, of course, do not let their favouritism have a negative impact on the rest of the student body - treat everyone else fairly and with dignity.

And this is what Suzanne strives to do, with the ten-year-olds and the grown men that are now her students. It's not all that different. Not really.

To be honest, she would have had to put on the Scottish play even if she hadn't lost her previous job. And the results probably would have been similar.

There were the students who had been forced to participate, the ones who were there only because it would look good on their records, the ones that were curious or bored, and then the ones that were truly passionate about the arts.

Granted, at her new assignment in Oz, everyone, had been forced to be in this place; it was a prison after all. And there were less people willing to express their passion than children in a middle school were wont too. But they were there and they tended to be the favourites.

Suzanne always did like going against the grain.

Arnold - Poet - would have been any other teacher's favourite, and Suzanne did enjoy having him in her little production; he was a natural artist and when he figured out the rhythm of the iambic pentameter, well, let's just say he was wasted as a weird sister. But he did have a drug habit, and while Suzanne did not approve of it, she certainly wasn't going to take take what few comforts the man had in this place.

Poet was a natural and a delight, but not her favourite to work with.

No, her favourites were Miguel and Chico.

Miguel was probably the best stage manger she had ever worked with; granted her last stage manager had been ten, but still! Miguel was organized and had excellent time management. Suzanne tended to get caught up in the moment.

(Honestly, who cared, if her theatre work went a little bit over? It's not like any of the prisoners, or the guards for that matter, had anything better to do!)

He also had a great voice and wasn't afraid to use it - actually that wasn't usually a problem for stage managers, her last one had been too shouty - but he knew when and how much volume was needed for any given situation. Smart as a whip and so much more confident than she originally thought. The others listened to him well enough.

And he asked her interesting questions, ones that she had to look up and find him the next day about! Things about the behind the scenes of the theatre. Like about the lighting or the directing - he was genuinely engaging with their make-shift theatre and damn it! It was exciting!

Apparently, he had really enjoyed watching behind-the-scenes extras on movies.

Out of every one involved, it was Miguel that she had the highest hopes for. He might actually develop a passion for the craft! And by god! She was going to help foster and encourage that! If there was one person that she could give an appreciation of the arts to, she will have finally accomplished something!

And technically she had succeeded with Omar White, her most successful student so far! To have two successful students would really be something!

If she really played her cards right, she might have three successful students!

Carmen - Chico - had such great potential! So much passion that he was suppressing because everybody else was. (If Macbeth went smoothly -smooth ish- than maybe everyone would stop hiding their interest) The reality was that, of all her actors, Chico would've made one hell of a Lady Macbeth! (No offense to her current Lady, but they really needed to switch parts!)

He just had that quality, that confidence! And she needed to coax out that of him and onto the stage. He had plenty of that off stage, him "flirting" with her and with his quick quips back and forth with Miguel.

(They had to be friends, right? She hadn't seen them launch at each other and Chico often stayed behind to help Miguel clean up.)

All Chico really needed was to let loose and have some fun on the stage! Plus, he worked so well with others - aside from the flirting, he was a great student! He just needed a little more oomph in his performance.

Actually, having Poet and Chico as the leads would have been a perfect set up! But alas… they had not auditioned for that part and neither had been interested in switching. She had asked…

Maybe next time they could do A Midsummer Nights Dream and she could convince Chico to play the part of Puck. Maybe she could even convince Miguel to do a little acting as Peaseblosom, or even just get him painting some of the backdrops.

He had designed some of his tattoos after all.

All she had to do was get through the "cursed" Scottish play and everything would be well!

#answered asks #fanfiction #hbo oz #suzanne fitzgerald #miguel alvarez #chico guerra #hey look i made a thing

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daylightaftertherain · 11 months ago

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s3 thoughts in no specific order bc I'm trying to not start crying rn

- TYE INTIMACY WE'VE GOTTEN BETQEEN THEM AND THE LITTLE HUGS AND TOUCHES AND KISSES

despite everything that's still happening I'm so grateful for all of that because they've come so far from kissing in a dark hallway and at the very least they got to be a normal couple for little moments

- sara and her arc with her dad and I'm so glad we got more on their relationship but the way it fell apart was so heartbreaking??? and it did feel like it was coming but GOD did I feel for both of them

- erik!! and finally bc we as a fandom have known he was not perfect and he wasn't the best person, but for wille to realize that and because of something he went through as well was just so fucling painful, but I think really really needed, and I think it's one of my favorite arcs jist based off first watch

- felice addressing all the little microaggressions and sifderneces and struggles she goes through was SO important and I'm glad this season finally started talking about how kids outside of the status quo even in hillerska feel, and they did her character much better justice this time around

- august and nils were actually one of the most interesting parts of s3 and I liked how they handled their past with the initiation but also just august's character. he's still flawed as all fuck and a massive asshole but I did empathize w him, and him and boris's convo was rlly necessary to his character

- idk I feel like all of wilmon's conversations and attempts at communication have been very choppy and unfinished, and I'm really really hoping they do get a chance to have a sit down and talk things through, because there still so much they haven't figured out with each other

- omar and edvin's acting was on POINT thus season I genuinely am so emotional over how they portrayed the heartbreak and confusion their characters went through ;;;;;

- linda finally getting some fleshing out and we see a fuller picture of the eriksson's dynamic, and simon finally relying on them more and expressing some of his frustrations with always being the strong one like oh my god

- kristina and wille's final fight was probably one of the most interesting and heartbreaking, but I'm glad it happened and there were many points that wille needed to make. I'm praying they figure themselves out in episode 6 and talk things through. I do feel for kristina though and the parallel between her and wille dealing with how to deal with erik's presence is so heartbreaking

- some discussions about the monarchy and the system! honestly there was no way to develop that plotline fully given it's the last season and they still only have six episodes, but I am grateful for what we got

-for now just waiting for episode 6 (PLEASE let it be longer) and for everything to tie up before my final thoughts

#young royals #young royals season 3 #I cant handle saying goodbye to this show soon im sorry

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Daniel Craig's Queer sex scenes leak before we even get a trailer

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Daniel Craig's Queer sex scenes leak before we even get a trailer

The explicit gay sex scenes from Daniel Craig’s Queer have leaked online, before the highly-anticipated new movie’s trailer has even dropped.

Queer is the upcoming film from Challengers and Call Me By Your Name director Luca Guadanino, based on the 1985 novel by William S Burroughs.

It stars Daniel Craig and Drew Starkey as two men who meet in Mexico City, and out heartthrob Omar Apollo makes his acting debut in a supporting role.

Queer doesn’t have a release date yet but the flick is doing the rounds on the festival circuit. The film received an 11-minute, 44-second ovation after its premiere at the Venice Film Festival.

The hype is insane, and Queer‘s stars have been teasing the film’s gay sex scenes for months.

As more people see the film in US and Europe, naughty cinemagoers are whipping out their phones and spread the explicit scenes on Twitter X.

We’re not going to post the clips here because we don’t want to go to jail. But people are reacting hilariously to seeing a lot of Daniel Craig and Omar Apollo on their timelines.

drew starkey getting topped on my tl okayyy pic.twitter.com/dtKMmn0tvr

— n. (@ungodlymakk) October 9, 2024

almost got scared when I opened the Queer leak in public but then remembered I’m at sweat

— Kyle (@kylemiller_10) October 9, 2024

@hellokrissyj @samia_chow pic.twitter.com/SwD4QRbe5K

— Angel Rod. (@angelfishes) October 9, 2024

drew starkey bottoming scene from queer doing rounds on the tl……. pic.twitter.com/LOGSsRHdhu

— (@peachpanthress) October 10, 2024

omar apollo leaked queer scene saved to camera roll pic.twitter.com/XUMSDFJrRZ

— RooBee (@angelbabybutts) October 9, 2024

queer is gonna leak in its entirety before we have a poster…

— bunny (@chthonicrabbit) October 9, 2024

To everyone who keeps leaking clips from Queer: I genuinely hope you get sued. Like seriously

— mathis (@cinephileslut) October 9, 2024

Daniel Craig and Drew Starkey on Queer’s sex scenes

Speaking to Variety last month, actor Drew Starkey said shooting Queer, he and Daniel Craig were “game for anything.”

“We just were like, “Let’s go for it, let’s have fun,” he began.

“He was a great partner to have in that. I think him and I share that same mentality of just not giving a shit.

“[Luca] was so specific — he wanted us to be as comfortable as possible throughout that process, and we would block off where these intimate scenes would happen. We talked months in advance about what we thought it should be.

“It was also like a dance. We were trying to figure it out. But those were some of the most fun days I think we all had on set — just Daniel and I laughing.”

Daniel Craig said at the Venice Film Festival, “We just wanted to make it as touching and as real and as natural as we possibly could.

“Drew’s a wonderful, fantastic, beautiful actor to work with, and we just, we kind of had a laugh. We tried to make it fun.”

Queer is set in Mexico City in the 1940s

Over in the US, prestige distributor A24 is putting out Queer, and Mubi is distributing the film in numerous countries across Europe. No mention of an Australia release just yet, as per usual.

In Queer, William Lee – a stand-in for author William S Burroughs himself – is wandering Mexico City in the 1940s, fighting drug addiction.

There, he becomes madly infatuated with Allerton, who is battling demons of his own. Allerton toys with Lee, making the gay man even more obsessed with him. The two men later go travelling together.

Director Luca Guadagnino is known for his 2017 gay romance Call Me by Your Name as well as 2024’s very horny tennis drama Challengers.

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

#Queer film

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bbyfacedx · 8 months ago

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first crota fireteam headcanons!

putting this below a cut because it’s ungodly long. i have so many thoughts about them and pre-hellmouth eris i just let the delusions take over.

Eris Morn

Initially very outgoing, optimistic and talkative, typical Hunter sense of humor, curiosity, snd adventurousness, with a touch of that Warlock-y bookishness

Short, about 5’5, and a little chubby, physically in her late 20’s-early 30’s, brown curly hair with bangs, generally very neat and well-kept appearance with a preference for comfy sweaters/long skirts

Competitive and surprisingly intelligent for a Hunter, very nimble and quick in combat, Arc Blade Dancer

Friendly and even a little promiscuous, disastrously non-monogamous bisexual heartbreaker, catches feelings fast and easy

Close relationship with Brya, who acts like a cross between a nagging Russian babushka and the one girl in the friend group who takes closet organization a little too seriously.

Became progressively more mature throughout the Ahamkara Hunt/Great Disaster, during which she was the oblivious third-wheel to Eriana and Wei Ning

Changed drastically after Wei Ning’s death, becoming more reserved but still optimistic and hopeful

Her #1 motivation for the attack on Crota was to help Eriana find peace and heal from Wei Ning’s death; absolutely had strange and undefined feelings for Eriana

Vell Tarlowe

Courageous and noble, a prime example of the “knightly” Titan. Focused on honor and ethics, doing the right thing and never leaving anyone behind

Handsome and boyishly charming, about 6’2 and fit but not incredibly bulky, sun-tanned with beachy blonde hair and blue eyes; think Captain America meets Ken from the Barbie movie.

Multi-subclass with a preference toward Void; more of a lover than a fighter. Will always prioritize getting civilians and teammates out safely over taking out enemies when possible

Probably the second oldest after Toland, has had a long-running patrol in the EDZ villages helping transport civilians through enemy territory

Saved Eris and Brya from being crushed under debris after a Fallen attack, then recruited her for his patrol team; he has a strong fondness for her that remained even after Eris went her own way

Has an extremely sensitive side and cares deeply for other people, especially children; highly empathetic and would give you the shirt off his back if you asked, selfless to a fault

Treats Razor almost like a little brother; he’s Vell’s #1 hype man and encourager of his occasional reckless ideas

Metalwork is his “peace of mind” hobby, enjoys the repetitive process of making chainmail and other small jewelry crafts, especially for his close friends and partners

Immediately hit it off with Omar upon introduction; the extrovert friend who handles social situations Omar is too awkward for

His death in the Hellmouth was 100% pure self-sacrifice; he’d volunteered to guard the rear, didn’t draw any attention to himself or cry for help to prevent the others from getting hurt trying to save him

Died at peace knowing he’d at least helped his team get to their destination safely

Sai Mota

Shy, quiet, and very introverted, unassuming and easily overlooked. She initially gravitated toward Eris’ outgoing nature

Very petite, about 5’3, extremely thin and flexible, of Asian descent, straight dark hair, dark eyes, and freckles!

Knife girl, has at least 6 on her person at all times, stealthy assassin-style fighter, Bade Barrage and throwing knife enthusiast

Carves beads/charms and makes jewelry in her free time, sometimes sells it for a little extra Glimmer

Has a tendency to be easily convinced or persuaded, typically relies on others for guidance and decision-making, very go with the flow and adaptable

Despite being quiet, Sai is unstoppable if you get her fired up about something she’s passionate about. Will lecture you if you talk down on yourself in her presence

Was just as optimistic about the attack on Crota as Eris, if not more, very quick to befriend Vell, Omar, and even Toland

Lost it a little bit after Vell’s death. She knew their mission was doomed and accepted that if he hadn’t survived, she probably wouldn’t make it out either, wanted her death to be meaningful

After they failed to kill the Hand of Crota, she ran in the opposite direction of Eriana to allow her escape, allowed Yuka to keep reviving her so many times as a diversion to keep Omnigul distracted even though it was a waste of her Light

Toland was 100% right about her; she desperately craved her team’s respect, especially from Eris

Omar Agah

Mega-nerd, detail oriented, and painfully socially awkward. Could not navigate his way out of a social situation to save his life.

Tall, around 6’0, very broad and bulky build, not fat persay but definitely a big guy. Dark-skinned Afro-Latino with long locs and brown eyes, says he’s 31 because that’s a Good Number.

OCD as hell and extremely picky/particular/paranoid about everything. Chronic skin-picker, rest in pieces to his upper arms, lips, and fingers, he has tons of scarring and picks so much his ghost can barely keep up with it

Some of his obsessions include: 2 and 4 are unlucky numbers, asymmetry is bad luck, if he doesn’t give his little talismans to people in his life they’ll die horrifically and it’s his fault.

Multi-subclass Hunter. Will obsess over what works best for each specific mission/objective. The most flawless and meticulous builds and weapon-ability combos

His ghost, Karsys, is relatively quiet and uninvolved with Omar, more of a strong and silent protector when necessary

Met Eris when she saved him from certain final death in a lost sector. She stumbled across him by chance, but Omar took it as a sign that she’s Good Luck

Any time he has a risky mission coming up, he’ll pop up at Eris’ door with treats and little gifts and spend the night chatting with her like she’s some Goddess of Fortune

Full faith in the Crota raid because Eris Is There

Absolutely HATES Toland’s vibes. Everything about him screams misfortune and Omar can’t stand it

Gave every one of his team mates their own little talisman before the raid just for that extra good-luck boost; held onto Eris’ though she declined it

Sai and Vell’s deaths pretty much shattered his entire world view. He made sure everything was perfect, that they were wearing his gifts, and they still died.

Felt like he deserved the torture of losing his ghost and having his Light torn away piece by piece because he failed to protect his team. Ouch!

When Eris saw him in his final moments, he urged her to leave him behind and press on, confident that she’d make it to the end even if he’d damned the rest of their team

Obviously it wasn’t his choice to get turned into a bug, but funny enough, Bug Omar is a cricket! And Bug Omar gets encased in amber when Eris puts him in Xenophage. Both crickets and amber are symbols of good luck :)

Toland, the Shattered

Enigmatic cryptic old man scholar, frustratingly cagey, speaks in riddles, major know-it-all and certified well-actually specialist.

Lanky and tallish, around 5’10-11, long black hair and pretty pale from lack of sunlight. Probably a little Native American somewhere in his ancestry, visibly a bit more aged than the others, between late 40’s-early 50’s

NOVA BOMB VOIDLOCK BABY!! Collects Hive weapons for funsies but rarely uses them in close range combat

Poor eyesight and very little spatial awareness, strong disdain for the flesh and neglects basic tasks like eating, sleeping, bathing, etc. when he’s fixated on something. Also super clumsy and constantly bruised from running into shit in his little exiled wizard lair

Toland and Guren are typical freak and freak-enabler. They’re each others’ only company in exile, so Guren feeds into all of Toland’s ideas and theories and gets just as invested as he is

The Hive obsession is strong and he definitely was treading into some dangerous territory, theorized that a Lightbearer could commune with the Hive via hearing the Deathsong and ultimately produce Lucent Hive

Joined the team mostly to get in close proximity with Ir Yut and planned to offer himself and his Light up to her

Unveiled his signature weapon to his raid team as the “Osseous Rifle of Four-Hundred Screams”, but Omar freaked out, said it had “bad juju”, and the nickname stuck.

Clicked surprisingly well with Sai despite not having a ton of faith in her, also close with Eris and Eriana as he’d briefly tutored them in Hive lore when they were preparing for the first attack on Crota. They aren’t sure whether the information he gave them had anything to do with Wei Ning’s death

Guided the team through the Hellmouth, took care of translating any Hive tunes they came across and solving all the puzzles. Genuinely made a valiant effort until they reached Ir Yut

Rocked up to her with all his autistic rizz on some “let’s form an alliance” shit and got balled anyway. Not mad about it though!

Eriana-3

Semi-competent lesbian with a strong will and fighting spirit. If Eris is a Warlock-ish Hunter, Eriana is a Titan-ish Warlock. That big heart gets her into a Lot Of Situations.

Around 5’10, slender but sturdy build and very elegant looking for an Exo. Her plating is white, grey and orange with markings around the crown of her head that resemble a sunburst. Very piercing orange-yellow eyes

Phoenix Protocol Well-lock. Typical strategy is keeping her well up at all times so Wei and Eris could do most of the offense/damage and run back to her for healing

Spent most of her time as a guardian trying to be that ideal super-serious no fun allowed Praxic Warlock— until she met Wei Ning

Fell in love with Wei Ning the first time she heard her laugh, then Wei spent most of their “talking” stage trying to get Eriana to laugh back. Eriana’s laugh is super dorky and obnoxious and Wei loved it

They got married in a simple ceremony at the bar they first met at— Eriana gave Wei a hand cannon as a wedding gift hence the name Eriana’s Vow. Wei gifted her a specially-made version of the Fighting Lion grenade launcher that had enhanced damage perks while standing in a Well

Jax and Wei Ning’s Ghost were in love too :)

Met Eris through association with Ikora— viewed her as a close friend and is very protective of her. There’s something confusing and complex going on with their relationship, but Wei treated Eris like a little sister and Eriana didn’t know how to navigate that.

Easily the least reckless of their group before Wei Ning’s death. That was a major turning point and all her composure went out the door. She became very impulsive and revenge-driven, not caring about the consequences so long as it meant avenging Wei

Relied on Eris for a lot of emotional support after that, which Eris definitely took the wrong way. They kissed and slept together (like actually cuddled and fell asleep) a handful of times before facing Crota, but they both knew it wasn’t anything serious and Eris would never be to her what Wei was

Fond of Vell, Sai and Omar, trusted them to care for Eris in all the ways she couldn’t; still saw them as expendable but had hope they’d be smart enough to retreat if things got dicey

Very contentious relationship with Toland; her Praxic ideology contradicts with his affinity for the Hive and she harbors suspicion that he misled them in the first Crota raid and/or somehow contributed to Wei’s death. She definitely might have hoped that something would happen to Toland during their raid

Her objective for the raid was “avenge Wei Ning or die trying”, very much did not intend to make it out herself. By the time they actually embarked on the raid, she was entirely consumed and blinded by her need for vengeance.

Was essentially “throwing” the entire raid, not playing to her skill set, fighting offensively and Titan-like rather than staying support, never used her Well a single time in the Hellmouth

Not to mention, she was using Wei Ning’s gun the entire time!!! Not, yknow, one of her own long-range weapons that she was used to using to suit her combat style

Died willingly to Ir Yut, assuming that the rest of her team was already dead and she’d taken them all to the grave in pursuit of vengeance— unleashed the full power of her Light as she died as a last-ditch effort to make this all mean something, even if it was only injuring the Deathsinger in the process

#ann.txt #eris morn #toland the shattered #omar agah #sai mota #eriana-3 #vell tarlowe #wei ning #first crota fireteam #fcf #fireteam heartbreak #destiny 2

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remnantsofthepast-if · 7 months ago

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Monthly Update - June 2024

Well, after a slow recovery during the first week, I’m finally back to full energy! This month, I focused on catching up on the progress I had fallen behind on, which is a bit difficult being a slow writer, but I’ve managed to do most of it!

To begin with, half of the first manuscript of Chapter 1 is already written. It’s giving me more trouble than I thought, though. I had the summary done, but the characters and the story decided they didn’t care and had other plans! So I’ve had to reorganize everything several times until I felt the scenes flowed naturally. I hope they don’t surprise me with more changes with what’s left, for god’s sake!

Interestingly enough, only the scenes with Belicar/Nisa are exactly as I imagined them... I love writing this bastard, lol!

But aside from that, I’m excited to introduce the new characters! There’s one I didn’t even know existed until I started writing them, haha! Once I finish, I’ll have to review everything thoroughly because there’s quite a lot of new information to convey, and I don’t want it to be overwhelming or confusing. But then again, what’s a first draft for, right? It happened in Act 1, and this one isn’t gong to be different lmao!

This chapter and the next are going to be calm, but believe me, with Belicar/Nisa involved, that calm won’t last long...

Lastly, I’ve made a lot of progress on Patreon too, with the POV of the ROs during the celebration in Chapter 9. Ada and Omar’s POVs are already published. Not bad for someone with a fever, lol!

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Have a great month, and see you at the end of July ;).

#remnants of the past #interactive fiction #rotp if #if #monthly update

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jpitha · 2 years ago

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Just a Little Further 19

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18

Where are we all going to sleep? If FarReach left, then it's just us, and we don't know this Starbase and we don't have any money! This was a terrible idea, what the hell am I doing?

You are doing what you need to do.

Brave talk from a bunch of atomic scale machines. You don't need to worry about where you're going to sleep tonight.

We will think of something.

Wait. You don't know either? What the hell? You Nanites are the ones convincing me to 'act like an Empress' and all, and now FarReach left, Captain Q'ari was declared unfit and almost everyone is afraid of me!

We will admit that we are... slightly... out of our depth. All of our collected memories come from Empresses who were well established in their position, with hundreds of people in their retinue. We are not familiar when the Empress has... three people who are going along with her and no home.

Then why did you have me do all that stuff?

We figured it would all work out.

At this point, I get too frustrated to argue with the Nanites inside my body. I look around for a place to sit, and come across a cafe. Finding an empty table, I sit heavily. Omar and the others joins me.

I look around at everyone, "Okay, so time for a sitrep."

Omar begins. "We're on a foreign Starbase,"

"As Their rulers, the Builders" Ava adds.

"But most of us don't have any Builder powers yet" Um'reli chimes in.

Ava raises a finger "That will come later as the Nanites grow and come online."

Omar looks out at the restaurant "We don't have any money and any place to stay."

We all look out into the passing crowd, ignored. This sucks. I didn't expect everyone to be frightened and leave. At least I have some friends here now.

Um'reli looks over at me with a strange expression. "Um, Melody?"

I look away from the crowds of people and face her. "What's up?"

"Melody. You have a Voice that can make people do whatever you tell them to do. Just..." She shrugs "Tell them to put us up in the fanciest Hotel this place has!"

Ava's face brightens. "Why are we worrying about money Melody? Just make people give us stuff."

Now they're thinking like Builders.

Ugh, really? Just go around and yell at people until I get what I want?

Empresses since the beginning of time have done as much.

As we are sitting there discussing options, an Azurian, probably an employee, walks up. "So, are you going to order something, or just take up a seat that a paying customer would use?"

"Oh, Sorry." and I start to get up when Ava and Um'reli look at me.

"Right, right. Um. B̶̭͝r̶͚͑ȉ̴͇ń̷̝g̸̼̑ us some menus please."

The Azurian reaches into a pocket on their apron and hands over four menus, turns and walks away quickly.

Ava looks down and grins. "I can read it!, Um'reli, Omar, can you read it yet?"

Omar and Um'reli look down as well. Omar squints at it. "Kind of? It's like it's...burry, but I can get the idea of what they're offering."

Um'reli moves the menu back and fort like she's trying to get it in focus as well. "Yeah, it's not all the way there, but it's definitely not just gibberish anymore."

Ava's face falls. "Too bad I don't know what any of it is. Just because I can read 'stir-fried laut over Grebian grains' doesn't mean I know what it is, or if it's good."

This time it's my turn to be sanguine. "I've had at least one meal and a snack here, and I haven't had anything bad yet. I'm sure it's all good. Just pick whichever one has a cool sounding name."

Everyone takes a moment to study the menus while I look around more. On the one hand, It's nice that we can just sit here and be ignored. On the other though, I don't want to be ignored! It turns out I really really like being worshipped. That worries me a little bit.

Oh well, survival first, worship second. I guess I'll have to just... tell people to take care of us for a little while. I don't really like that idea though... Ugh, I was hoping people would love me for me not because I told them to love me.

Ava loves you.

Are you sure? It feels like she loves the power I have.

Is there a difference?

Apparently my face is so shocked that Omar looks over. "Uh, Melody are you all right?"

"Oh sorry, yes I'm fine. Um, do anyone else's Nanites... talk to them?"

The blank stares give me all the answers I need.

"Okay so maybe it's an Empress thing or just because I've had them longer, but my Nanites... talk to me. They give me advice, tell me about things about the Starbase and about what previous Empresses did. That kind of stuff?"

"Is it... good advice?" Um'reli is asking very carefully.

"Ehhhh, sometimes?

Hey! All of our advice will get you to where you need to be.

Oh, so I need to be getting ready to order some poor Aviens to give us all dinner for free, then going to find a hotel and ordering them to give us a couple rooms for free?

If it's in the name of assuming your role as Empress, then yes.

I'm not so sure.

The Aviens server walks up. "Have you selected what you would like?"

T̶̍ͅḧ̷͎͓́͂i̸̧̋͜ş̸̡̀ ̶̥̃̆m̷̛̤̦̊ě̶̤â̵̦̚l̵̪͊ ̶̛̫̙i̴̳̊s̷̘͂ ̵͈͖̈́ḟ̷̪̔ͅr̴͓̀é̴͇͝ȩ̵͛̓.̶̗̊̋ͅ I say to them. They nod and take a pencil out. "What will it be then?"

After our order has been placed, we're left alone again. While we wait, I notice that two Aviens are sitting near us, watching us while they eat. One of them finally makes a gesture at the other, and they indicate no, but the first stands up anyway and approaches us.

"Uh, pardon my interruption" They say kindly "But are you by any chance that person who says they are the new Empress?"

I look up at them. They seem to be legitimately curious, I can't detect any sarcasm or malice in their body language. "Yes. I am the Empress Melody."

At confirmation, they relax visibly. "Oh wonderful Empress. I'm so pleased to see you out among us. We were at your speech earlier this afternoon, and were so excited."

Oooh, this is nice, I love a good compliment.

"I'm so glad that you came" I answer warmly. "It makes me feel good when I see residents who are happy to see me."

They nod vigorously. "Yes, I can't wait until you eject those cursed Mariens out into space and return Reach of the Might of Vzzx to Aviens hands like it was meant to be."

Omar, Ava, Um'reli and myself blink.

"Oh uh, really?" I say, weakly.

"Yes. It's far past time they get what's coming to them." And with that, they return back to their seats, and with a little wave, finish their meal.

Omar, Ava and Um'reli look at me. "Oh no, no no, you can't pin this on me, I didn't say anything!"

"Okay, but you're not actually going to do that are you? Space all the Mariens?" Omar glances back at them then at me.

"Of course not! I would never!" Why would he even think that I'd do that.

You don't have to space them all. If you did a few though, it certainly would make people realize you're someone that shouldn't be underestimated.

No. No. I am not going to space anyone!

Before this line of conversation goes any furthers, the Azurian arrives with our food. After they place the steaming plates down, they give me a little ticket and walk off. Turning the ticket over I see that it's the bill. Normally, this meal would cost... oh my... sixty Skys? Is that a lot? But on the bottom is says the amount due is 0 and that the meal is marked complimentary. Whew. At least it doesn't seem like anything bad happened as a result of that. With everyone else already eating, I get started.

Like I said before, I haven't had a bad meal here, and this is no exception. All of the food was amazing. Everyone agreed too. I'll have to see if I can remember where this place is, I want to come back - and pay them next time.

Mindful that I used the Voice to order them to give us dinner, we don't dawdle. After we eat we get up and begin to wander the promenade. I never really went further than the docks and the administration offices so I don't know what else is there. We take in the sights for a little while and then Omar looks at me again.

"So Melody, where are we staying tonight?"

"I have no idea Omar, have you seen anything that looks like a hotel?"

He shakes his head. "No, but I wouldn't know what I'm looking for."

Me neither. Who would though? "Wait, I wonder if the people who work in the Administrative offices might know. They would have to host dignitaries wouldn't they?"

"Yeah! Let's go rough them up again!" Ava is cheering. I look over at her with a stony face and she pouts.

"Uh Melody, you said that the Gate has been closed 'for three generations.' We're the first visitors in a long time if they live for anywhere close to as long as us." Um'reli, with the splash of cold water again.

We continue to walk around for a while, Ava spies a place that's selling clothes and drags us all there. "Look at this fabric! It shimmers, and is so soft" She's rubbing it against her cheek. "Normally, if you have something that shimmers like that, it's rough and scratchy. I need this. Melody, buy it for me please."

"Buy it Ava? I don't have any money."

She waves her hand dismissively. "Use your Voice to make them give it to me."

"Ava, I feel bad enough that I got us dinner for free. I'm not about to make them give you clothes. I'm trying to be a good Empress, not some kind of tyrant."

Ava pouts and puts the shirt back. "Hmph, you're no fun. What is even the point of a power like that if you're not going to use it."

She's right you know.

You always take her side.

Because she's got the right idea.

I can't stand it anymore. "I'm going to go ask the Administrators. At least the they might know where a Hotel is. I guess I could use the Voice to just ask random people, but I'm trying to not just make everyone do stuff for us if I can avoid it."

Ava looks over. "Are they going to be okay with seeing us? You did kind of threaten them and make them show you where the Throne was."

I flick my hand out dismissing the comment. "It'll be fine. Probably."

We work our way to the Administration offices. The barricade is still up, but it's not manned anymore. Huh. I wonder if they figured since we had our confrontation now that everything would be over with. I hope the Administrators aren't still mad-

I never got to finish that thought, because as I pushed open the door and walked in, someone behind a barricade made up of chairs and tables from the offices shot at me.

Again.

Part 20

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #humans go on adventure #humans are space oddities #sci fi writing #writing #humans and ai #humans and aliens #the k'laxiverse #jpitha #just a little further

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dogclownmuppetthing · 4 months ago

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Hello,

I hope you and your family are well 🌹🌹❤️

I am (Omar) from Gaza 🇵🇸 This war destroyed my life and my family's life, it destroyed our homes💔,

we were living a good life, and peace, we loved life and now we live in hunger and fear of losing my family,

we do not have any of the necessities of life. , and we live in very dilapidated tents. We do not know how to act when winter comes to us.

We will drown in the rain and wind, and I will not know how to protect my family from the winter. We want you to donate to us to provide the simple requirements of life to live in this war

I hope you help us by donating, even if it is $20📍 and I hope you contribute to my family with everything

I hope that everyone who saw my story will help us, support us and donate to us

verified @90-ghost

Thank you to everyone who participated and contributed with us 🌹

This account is verified, and are dangerously low on funds

Any help that anyone can do is more than appreciated

#Ask answered #Omar06hamaad

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godserene · 4 months ago

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Hello,

I hope you and your family are well 🌹🌹❤️

I am (Omar) from Gaza 🇵🇸 This war destroyed my life and my family's life, it destroyed our homes💔,

we were living a good life, and peace, we loved life and now we live in hunger and fear of losing my family,

we do not have any of the necessities of life. , and we live in very dilapidated tents. We do not know how to act when winter comes to us.

We will drown in the rain and wind, and I will not know how to protect my family from the winter. We want you to donate to us to provide the simple requirements of life to live in this war

I hope you help us by donating, even if it is $20📍 and I hope you contribute to my family with everything

I hope that everyone who saw my story will help us, support us and donate to us

verified @90-ghost

Thank you to everyone who participated and contributed with us 🌹

I ask of anyone who sees this to reblog so it can reach more and more people, and if you’re in a position where you’re able to donate, even if just a dollar, I ask that you please do. If you can’t, reblog and share this so it can hopefully reach more people, again and again until their goal is complete

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edmarienism · 2 months ago

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I can’t sleep Liz, I’m going cray over the Edmar content and can’t stop thinking. The pessimistic side is like they played it up for cameras but ofc they wouldn’t meet in private just cuz. And also the fact that in interviews before Omar was like we need to get better at chatting more and now we know they hung out last wk and spoke yesterday it’s Ike they are slowly making their way back to each other and dare i say cuz e is single?? It’s like yes we know they needed time apart after what happened and f & e were together and they needed some space and now they can kinda unapologetically hang out again when they r both single… like?? Gosh I just hope they don’t fight it tbh, they obvs know how much pressure there would be if they did decide to give a shot cuz of fans etc but i just hope they spend more time hanging out and realise they can’t resist.

the other thing is I watch every single Omar interview religiously and his body language is SOO different with Edvin. Like we know Omar can play up his performing persona and his flirtious persona with interviewers/the camera, but with Edvin it’s like the walls just go down and he becomes this giddy shy boy with a big crush. His demeanour is sooo different, it’s like he can’t hide it anymore and is kinda ok with not hiding it cuz he’s single now? I’m a huge Omar fan and I really feel like I see how different he acts, I first noticed it with the duo live.

I hope so bad they find their way to each other, hopefully over this period when they are both in Stockholm and start hanging out more, if they do ever get together they would keep it private for so long. Hopefully f & e ended amicably and it seems like they did so that would not be a roadblock, I do think e not being in an openly queer relationship is a roadblock though so honestly time will tell how this all plays out.

oh anon i get uuu so much 🥹🥹🥹

i do not think the interview was scripted at all. ofc it was planned for him to come on there but it seemed completely authentic and genuine.

i still can't make a proper call on whether they're both completely single now or not and i cba to theorize abt it cause that entire topic annoys me so much but i am absolutely sensing some sort of shift as well ❤️.

i hope to god they work it out and will get closer again and eventually give it a proper shot 🥺💓💓💓

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the-silver-chronicles · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday + Last Line Paragraph

Tagged by @direwombat @g0dspeeed @inafieldofdaisies and @josephseedismyfather

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @cassietrn @chazz-anova @adelaidedrubman @wrathfulrook @shallow-gravy @strangefable @voidika @poisonedtruth @derelictheretic @detectivelokis @josephslittledeputy @vampireninjabunnies-blog @snake-in-the-garden @strafethesesinners @a-rose-in-a-garden-of-weeds @henbased @ladyofedens-blog @little-wolf-seed and @deputy-morgan-malone + anyone else who wishes to join and share.

Here's a WIP of Silva's Hope. And we got some Mary May! This isn't my most polished work so the final result will be a bit different once it's published. WIP below:

Mary May raised a brow at Nadi, regarding the smaller blonde with puzzlement. She finished polishing the glassware, placing it onto the counter with a soft clink.

Setting both arms firmly on the bar, Nadi's brown eyes had to endure the intensity of the barkeep's light blue. She noticed the skepticism, how the Fairgrave woman was running her words through her head, tearing them apart.

However, Nadi didn't waver from her poker face, and maintained the clueless Fall's End overseas nouvelle venue act. Masking emotions was a quality she learnt from Jacob, and later John had given her a few tips on how to hide intentions to get information better.

A pause was heavy between the two, until Mary May finally responded, but with her own question, "Now why do you want to know about a dead girl?"

Nadi smoothed a hand over to her small braid, playing with it as she answered, "Well, like I said, I've been learning so much about Fall's End for a few weeks now... to get a clearer picture on everything that goes about here, you know? But I can't seem to get a straight answer on this Omar girl. She seemed to have a... mixed reputation, non?"

Much to Nadi's delight, Mary May snorted as she shook her head, reaching under her counter to grab a beer bottle.

"Understatement of the century," the barkeeper mumbled, eyes easing the intensity in her eyes. Cagnotte, Nadi proudly thought to herself as Mary May's lips parted to answer.

“Now, so you know, my word isn’t exactly a picture perfect replication of who Elsa Omar was," Mary May stated, opening the bottle and pouring it into a glass for a patron, "Neither does anyone else in Fall's End. We only ever saw one or two sides of her, and that was what she wanted us to see. The closest you’re going to get to an accurate description of her would be from her older sister, but even then, I'd assume her account on her little sister wouldn't be anything but with rose-tinted glasses. What sister wouldn't think their sibling was anything more than the person they grew up with?"

Mary May held a distant look that Nadi pretended to not notice as she thought on her words. The short-haired blond couldn't help but agree with the sentiment. As an older sibling herself, she knew exactly what it was like to view those younger and older than herself in a different light than everybody else. Even when she probably shouldn't have. I'll need Sister Nancy to tell me more about this older sister of Elsa's. Hopefully she's managed to achieve her assignment by now.

"Now with that said,” Mary May paused, tapping her fingers against the wooden counter, “Elsa Omar was a performer, a tricky one at that. I believed her about her fragile bones. Defended her even. Because who would lie about something like that? Probably helped her case that there were times we heard of her getting what should have been very minor scrapes for anyone else but serious injuries for her. Multiple trips to the clinic wasn't unusual for that girl. Felt bad for her, as did everyone else. We were also in awe by her spirit, in spite of the disadvantage she had. I know I was."

Seeing that she still had Nadi's attention, Mary May continued, "I never like to speak ill of the dead. It just... never feels rights when the person isn't around to hear it themselves. But I gotta say, Elsa was, and will always be, one of the most confusing people I have ever met."

Nadi tilted her head, shuffling her stool seat closer to the counter, "How so?"

Mary May huffed, shaking her head with pursed lips and furrowed brows as she spoke, "I just never got her deal. She had a successful business. A family member close by. And got lucky with men and women alike. I honestly thought she was plenty decent until she continued to run her mouth around me. She could be really nice to you. She could be really good to you. She could have even made you believe she was your best friend. Or she could be a self-absorbed, rude shit with an ego that puts John Seed and Guy Marvel to shame. Never hated her, but didn't exactly like her either. Most people though either had one opinion or the other about her, both good and bad. As I said, she was tricky. And quite the actor. I could never tell which facade was her true self. If either was the "real her" anyways. She didn't cause unnecessary problems, or try to get my business shut down, which made me a little lenient to tolerate her. Her sister always got a free pass from me because she didn't bother anyone. Or she was too shy to. Though I chalked it up as someone who didn't have a good handle on their English yet. Never liked making conversation, always keeping things short. Not Elsa though, she talked like it was her way of breathing."

Nadi clasped her hands together and rested her chin on top, supported by her elbows on the bar counter, as she continued to listen to the sinner speak her mind. While the business she owned enabled others to indulge in their vices, Nadi couldn't help but be enraptured by Mary May's words. She could see why John had a small infatuation with the barkeeper. She had an aura of a person who was capable of taking care of herself, a reliable ally who could pull her own weight and someone who was tough. Someone who wouldn't go down that easily. All were admirable traits, and useful too. Not to mention, she was pleasing on the eyes.

Nadi felt disappointed that the other blonde let her Pride vehemently dictate her decisions, rejecting the Father's truth. John's chances to give salvation. Would've loved to see her walking around in Chosen attire, came the intrusive thought.

The image of a beauté like Mary May dressed as a Chosen, just like Nadi's fellow brothers and sisters back at the Veteran's Centre, darkened Nadi's cheeks, and her want for someone's touch return.

Shaking her head, Nadi shooed those tempting thoughts away. Restrain your LUST, Sinclair, a voice, either her own or John's, chided, You already need to resist charming your boss, don't push yourself further into sin by leading others or yourself down that path... again.

"Hey, you alright?" Mary May's voice cut through Nadi's thoughts.

Nadi blinked, and put on a smile before gesturing towards Mary May, "Oui. Got lost in thoughts. Please, continue."

And here is the last lines for La Última En Pie. Nightmare sequences are difficult to write (also trigger warning for child abuse, nightmares of implied child murder and, uh, creepiness):

“No matter where you hide. No matter how far you run. No matter which sinners you choose to sully what little virtue you have with,” Father told her, his grip getting tighter, constricting her breath, “You. Will always. Be. Mine."

Sylvester clawed at his arm, his wrist, his hand. Choking on screams he kept silent. "This isn't supposed to be happening," she wanted to say, so desperately, "This wasn't how this went." Her wide grey eyes stared into the unbothered gaze of whom she shared the colour with. Father drew her face closer to his, as he whispered his promise, "And we will be together in my Garden. My paradise. No matter which form I mold you in."

#far cry the silver chronicles #far cry 5 #wip: silva's hope #oc: nadi sinclair #mary may fairgrave #special mention ocs #oc: elsa omar #special mention characters #john seed #nancy #fucking nancy #wip: la última en pie #oc: silva omar #oc: father adam omar #tw: child abuse #tw: brief nightmare sequence #tw: creepiness

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